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WHY DIDN'T ANY ONE OF YOU MOTHERFUCKERS TELL ME SCOTT AND AGENT WOO REALLY DID GO ON THEIR DINNER DATE IN ANT-MAN 3

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They Understand Me - The Scott Lang Family X Female (Daughter) Reader

Title: They Understand Me

The Scott Lang Family X Female (Daughter) Reader

Additional Characters: Cassie, Hope, Scott, Janet (Mentioned), and Hank (Mentioned)

Requested by: Anon!

WC: 1,450

Warnings: The Blip mentioned, Post-The Blip, during Ant-Man and the Wasp: Quantumania, canon violence briefly mentioned, yelling, family angst, Reader is mentioned to be seventeen, Reader can communicate with ants, crying briefly mentioned, death mentioned, and fluff

Ever since you were born, you felt like the odd one out, you blamed the Blip. You were born during a strange time in your parent's life, years before the Blip. Cassie being seven when you were born, you never really got the time to truly bond with her before the Blip happened two years later, since chaos began and took that time away. While Cassie and your father survived the Blip, one being trapped in a different realm, your mother, grandmother, and grandfather, did not. At a very young age, you had lost your mother, father, grandmother, and grandfather. 

You didn't have anyone except Cassie. Though, with the weight of losing practically everyone in your life, you left Cassie and her mother at your grandfather's home later on. There, at a young, you found yourself hidden away in his basement, working hours and hours on your own Ant-Man suit and helmet. You spent two years perfecting your craft, looking over and studying your grandfather's and mother's work. Though you did have fun creating your own suit and Pym Particles perfectly, there were some downsides. Thankfully, your grandfather had a storage in the basement with enough food to last you for years. 

For the next five years, you stayed at your grandfather's home, working and waiting, until 2023. 

It was overwhelming. Seeing your father, mother, grandmother, and grandfather again. You didn't remember most of the reunion. It was like... You were suspended in the sky somewhere, or floating over the ground, or something else completely. But hugging your father, whom you hadn't seen in years, brought you back. Hearing your mother's voice, brought you back. Hearing your grandmother's laugh, brought you back. And seeing your grandfather's smile brought you back. Along with that, you apologized to Cassie for leaving her alone for all those years.

You broke down, tears flowing down your cheeks, gripping onto your family that had been practically kidnapped from you. For years. For five years. But you could feel them slipping away as you were pulled away, further into nothingness, further and farther away from everything. The people around you became blurry and distorted. You felt numb. Like everything around you was just a memory, or a terrible illusion. Fake. Your mother, Hope, had to pull you back. 

So, after catching up a bit, and spending a bit of time all together, you finally got to show your family what you had been working on. Your suit. Your smile was bright and your eyes were beaming, but once your mother saw the helmet, her grin faded slightly. 

"Hun, uh, that's an interesting look for a helmet, isn't it?" She asked, tilting her head slightly as she looked at it in her hands, "I mean, I don't mean this in any wrong way. People might think you're a bit… Uh, Uh-"

"Odd, a bit odd." Cassie interrupted, "It does look a bit weird, y'know?"

"It's not about the looks. The helmet has a wider range of control towards all ants, and I don't really care about the opinions of poorly educated people," You said matter of factly, "I need to get better control. With more control, my suit will take me far. And I can help more people when I go out with you and Dad." Your mother nodded along, trying to give a supportive look, but your father was failing miserably at it, making you raise an eyebrow, "I can go, can't I? I want to come with you guys."

"Uh, honey, you're too young, we don't want you got get hurt."

Setting your helmet down, you sigh, rubbing your temple, "You both know that I can talk to ants, they understand me, I can help. I mean- I spent years creating my own suit, helmet, particles... I've done so much to try and find a way to get you all back, to help, and now you won't even let me go with you?"

Scott, your father, winced verbally, squinting one of his eyes, "Well, uh, there won't be enough room in the car... With me, your mother, Hank, Janet, and Peanut-"

"Everyone's going except me!?" You cried, standing up, glaring at your dad, "Are you serious!? I have practically perfected these old blueprints Grandpa made, innovating, and building - in my opinion - possibly the best suit made," Your parents shared a glance, but you ignored it and kept talking, "And you say I can't come with you to stop this new threat? I am done hiding and waiting to stop something that is threatening my home, my family, my- my world!" Letting out a sigh, you breathed out deeply from your nose, "I do not understand why I have to stay."

Scott cleared his throat nervously, awkwardly before speaking, "Uh, well, you're young-"

"Cassie has barely passed eighteen. Her birthday was a couple of months ago. And I am one year younger than her!" You interrupted your argument. "Legally, I am allowed to drive, and legally, allowed to drink in China. Give me one good reason as to why, aside from my age and the danger, why I shouldn't come with you guys." Their silence was deafening, as you huffed, grabbing your helmet and suit, "When do we leave?"

~~~

You were livid. Cassie used the Pym particles. Normally, you wouldn't have been so angry, you had also used them before. But, she had been so reckless. So, so careless. She could have died, or could have killed someone else; some innocent bystander.

Sitting in the car, you had your arms crossed, starting right ahead at the back of the passenger's seat headrest. Cassie sat beside you in the back of the car. "You know that if you use the particles on a living organism without special protection, there is a very high probability of death?" You asked Cassie, sounding scarily calm as Cassie glanced over at you before staring out her window.

"Yes, I know. You don't have to tell me." She spoke, giving you a bit of an attitude, but you let yourself ignore it for the time being. 

Sighing, you continued, "But, you had the great idea to use them on a Police car anyway?"

Cassie turned, her voice rising, "The car was empty!"

"Girls!" Scott yelled out, but to no avail, "No yelling in the car while I'm driving, please!"

"It could have not been! What if there had been someone in there!? What if you killed some innocent person!?"

"You're saying a lot of 'what if's’ here, sis." Cassie grumbled, crossing her own arms, "You make it seem like I'm so reckless."

You scoffed, turning to look out your window, "You said it, not me."

After a couple of minutes, Cassie spoke up, rubbing her nose with the back of her hand, "What's with the pockets on your suit anyway? What’s the point of them, you know, for fighting?"

Shuffling in your seat, you sniffled before clearing your throat and answering, "They hold tiny things. Things that can possibly help when we need them. While you were gone in prison mind you, Mom, Dad, and I were hungry, and I had brought food."

"Food? That small to fit in those small pockets?" She asked, becoming more relaxed as she turned in her seat towards you slightly, gesturing to the small red pockets on your red suit.

"I use the particles, I have a full bag of cheese sticks in here somewhere..." You muttered, opening pocket after pocket until you found the super small bag of cheese sticks. Grabbing a particle, you super-sized the cheese back to its regular size, before opening the bag and ripping off four cheese sticks. One by one, you carefully passed one to your Mom and Dad, with thanks in return from each before giving Cassie one.

Peeling the clear wrapper, you began to pull strings of cheese off the cheese stick before plopping them into your mouth. Cassie did the same, before giving up and just biting it. "One thing's for sure, your little ideas are pretty useful," Cassie spoke, voice slightly muffled as she chewed. "I'm glad you were so persistent in coming along."

"It's only fair." You answered with a shrug, "I know how important my presence is to you guys. And how important my "powers" are to the mission. I mean, honestly, if you had taken any longer in that prison, I would've been able to get you out. I had a large group of Pavement Ants to get you out of your sell."

Cassie chuckled, along with your mother and father, "Let me guess, they eat pavement?" Your dad asked from the front seat, making you smirk.

"Oh yeah, the ants love it."

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[quin-ns]

Inevitable (Kang the Conqueror x Reader)

Word count: 1.8K

Summary: you don’t know kang, but he knows you

Tags: antman and the wasp: quantumania spoilers!!, canon divergent, avenger!reader, one-sided affection, soulmates (kinda), denial

Request: anon: “Ohohoho the DRAMA of a Kang fic okok so how about an avenger who’s super powerful, and loves Scott as a friend and is a good person and has a strong moral compass, somehow they end up in the quantum realm with scott and cassie etc…. And when they meet kang it’s like he knows her… he shows her them in the future being lovers etc… it’s almost like they’re soulmates and she is horrified, she thinks he’s good looking but nuu he’s a bad guy…. How will it all turn out o.O”

A/N: loved this prompt- I did deviate a towards the end but still hope it lives up to expectations. kang was fun and interesting to write for. complex villains are the best ngl lol

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You didn’t blame Cassie for her invention going haywire and pulling you all into the Quantum Realm. Still, it wasn’t exactly ideal.

When you, Scott, Cassie, Hope, Janet, and Hank all got sucked into the Realm, you all got separated. You, Scott, and Cassie ended up together thankfully. You could only hope that the others were all together as well.

The three of you did your best to stay out of trouble. Except that’s exactly what you got into because, well, who knows? Avengers seem to have bad luck. If you were superstitious you’d say that you and Scott both being there amplified that.

There was an attack by what you thought was a sun—you all quickly found out it wasn’t—and then some big purple… thing. You were saved, but then next thing you knew, you were being captured by what Cassie called quantum people.

Great.

They separated you and brought you to their weird town. It was a marvelous setting, but you didn’t exactly get to admire it all that much. The people surrounded you and chanted loudly, spiking your anxiety. At first you were scared, especially when they poured red ooze into your mouth. You suddenly could understand them.

The leader, Jentorra, warned you that because you were from above, he would be hunting you. The Conqueror. He didn’t sound like someone you wanted to be captured by.

The attack was sudden. Ships shooting blue lasers descended. Robots, or what you thought were robots, began to go after people. It was a mess. Some of them evacuated, some fought. You, Scott, and Cassie ran. You all knew that you were the targets and you couldn’t get captured. Not before finding the others. You saved as many people as you could along the way.

There was a giant floating metal head—MODOK is what it called itself—that stopped you.

Turns out, it was an old acquaintance of Scott (and sort of Cassie). Darren, they called him, showed his—maybe this was mean, but it was true—hilariously ugly giant face. He took you to a tower and divided the three of you into cells. Scott cracked some joke about how he had been in jail four times—one more than Cassie.

Darren revealed that he worked for the Conqueror, who built him into what he was. As it turned out, the Conqueror built a lot of what you were seeing.

You were pacing around your cell, trying to devise a plan, when the sound of heavy footsteps began to echo through the hall. It caught your attention. You watched as a man in a green and purple suit approached Scott. His face was veiled in blue and his eyes shone with the same color.

He walked right up to Scott’s cell and they began to conversate. You were diagonal to Scott and next to Cassie. You weren’t sure if the man even saw you.

You heard Scott tell him he was an Avenger, and the Conqueror casually asked if he’d killed him before. “I’ve killed so many, they start to blur together…” the Conqueror mused.

Scott asked who he was, the Conqueror told him he was the man who had lost time. He began to explain that he had a plan for Scott.

You couldn’t fully hear him, and you decided to speak before you could think to stop yourself. “Hey, if you’re revealing your evil plan, can you clue us all in?”

The Conqueror fell silent. He turned to face you. The moment he laid his eyes on, a chill ran through your spine. The blue mask was gone. You could see him more clearly now. The look on his face… there was recognition in his eyes. Sure, he said he’d killed the Avengers in other universes, but this didn’t seem like that.

“Oh, you…” the Conqueror said, seemingly surprised. Pleasantly surprised. “MODOK said there was one he never met. I didn’t know it was you. I should’ve, though.”

The fact that he was handsome threw you. You were expecting someone… scarier looking? Or more alien. Although you supposed not every villain you dealt with after Thanos would be like him.

“Am I that much of a surprise?” you asked, raising your brows.

“A bit,” he admitted. “You look so… well, like you.” The Conqueror approached your cell, Scott forgotten.

“Okay, what does that even mean?”

“I haven’t seen you in so long,” he sighed out. There was a longing in his eyes that seemed so out of place given everything you knew about the man. “It’s good to see you.”

“I don’t know you,” you told him, shaking your head.

“Oh, but you do,” he replied smoothly.

The barrier on your cell dissipated suddenly. The Conqueror extended his hand out to you, passing easily through the barrier that had once been.

“If you would come with me, Y/N.”

You hated the way he said your name. There was an unearned sense of familiarity. Despite the allure in his tone and the gesture of his hand, you ignored it. The Conqueror let out a sigh. He turned on his heel and began walking away. Slowly. Waiting for you to follow him like he knew you would.

You looked to Scott’s cell. His eyes found yours. He didn’t speak, but he was trying to warn you silently.

That was Scott, always looking out for you. But if you had a chance to negotiate, maybe get you all home unhurt. You had to try, right?

You stepped out of the cell. The Conqueror hadn’t gone out of sight. The moment he heard your movement, he halted his own. You didn’t know the man, but you could see the victorious smile he wore before he even turned to face you.

“I knew you couldn’t resist,” he said knowingly. You began walking towards him cautiously. “I have something to show you, dear. I think you’ll find it quite enlightening.”

You stopped next to him, jaw clenched. “Who are you?” you questioned. “I want a name.”

“Kang,” he revealed. “You can call me Kang.”

You nodded. Okay, that was something. You waited for him to lead the way, and he did. He didn’t offer his hand again, he realized you had no intention of making contact with him.

You looked over your shoulder one last time. You couldn’t see Cassie from the angle you were at, but you gave Scott an assuring look. The one he returned didn’t quite match your confidence.

“I have to say, I wasn’t expecting to see you here,” Kang revealed once the two of you were alone.

“Yeah, because this is what I had on my schedule today,” you replied sarcastically.

Kang let out a laugh. It was short, but genuine. It was an odd sound to hear from someone who’d sent an army to take out civilians. That reminded you that you in fact should be scared of him.

You arrived in what appeared to be the center of Kang's tower—or whatever the hell he wanted to call it. It didn’t matter what it was, it was where he had been leading you.

“What’s on your mind?” the Conqueror asked, looking your way. You were put off by sincere curiosity.

“Okay, what is going on?” You couldn’t keep it in any longer. “Why did you bring me here? Huh? Why just me?”

“Nice to know some things never change,” Kang said, mind distant for a moment. Then, his gaze refocused on yours. “You always were a curious one.”

“Stop talking like you know me!” you snapped.

Kang remained eerily calm. “But I do. That’s what I wanted to show you.”

Without further word, Kang turned his attention to—well, you weren’t sure what it was. Your best guess was something similar to a projector. He did something, you couldn’t tell what, but suddenly beams of light shot out of it.

In front of you was a projected image of… you? You weren’t alone, though. At your side was the Conqueror himself. His arm was around your waist and your head was resting against his shoulder. You were both dressed formally. You couldn’t tell where the two of you were or what you were looking at, though.

The way the projection displayed, you were staring into your own eyes. It was unnerving to say the least.

“I liked this universe,” Kang spoke up. You nearly jumped, suddenly becoming aware of the fact that he was at your side in reality as well. “We had a lovely wedding.”

Your head snapped to him, unable to believe his words. Kang looked at you and let out a content sigh. “We’re married in a lot of universes. And even in the ones where we aren’t, we’re bonded.”

“You must’ve forced me.” It was the only explanation you could think of. “You say you’ve killed the Avengers—I’d never abandon my friends to love someone who’d do that.”

“There was no force.” He sounded briefly offended before regaining composure. “As for the ‘why’?” Kang allowed a small smirk to cross his face. “I won’t spoil the ending, dear, but I’ve seen it. I’ve seen every ending.”

“Why are you showing me this?” you asked.

“Because, I need your help. Well, you and your friend. Scott, right?” he finally recalled. “I need to get out of here,” Kang explained.

“I saw what you did to those people,” you argued. “Why would I help you?”

“My future directly impacts yours,” he explained simply. “If I get out of here, you could come with me.”

You let out a mocking laugh at that. “No way. I already told you, I’d never be with someone who has done the things you’ve done.”

He looked offended. Hurt, even? But it wasn’t like you lied. There was even a flash of anger but he regained composure.

Kang stepped close to you and you stepped back. Behind him, the holographic image changed. You and Kang. Then it changed again, then again. Picking up speed. You were watching as your future in hundreds of different universes played out. Different paths, different lives, but they all ended up the same way. With Kang.

He was proving a point.

“You and I are inevitable, Y/N. In every universe where we exist,” the Conqueror revealed calmly—calculating—and continued to approach you.

You shook your head. “No,” you stated firmly.

Kang tilted his head slightly, eyeing you curiously. “You really believe that, don’t you?”

It was right in front of your eyes and yet you refused to accept it. “I know it’s not true.”

“You don’t know anything,” he dismissed passively. Like he just knew he was right and didn’t see the need to genuinely argue. “Not yet, at least.”

It wasn’t until Kang’s hand rose to your face, his gloved hand brushing your cheek, that you’d realized you had fallen still in front of him.

“But you will see,” he revealed in a way that you could only label as ominous. “You always do.”

[456-is-the-way]

Kang × Reader

(PAST)Loki Laufeyson x Reader

ANTMAN AND THE WASP QUANTMANIA SPOILERS

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 A/N: So! I will say I loved this movie!! Im in love with Kang! He is daddy ngl!! Hope you enjoy. I am writing more Kang x Readers!! I am taking requests for Kang at the moment as well!!

Warnings: Angst, Mentions death, SMUT SMUT SMUT MINORS DO NOT READ. Im horrible at smut. Lmao.

"Evil"

Evil, I've come to tell you that *he's evil, most definitely

Evil, ornery, scandalous and evil, most definitely

(Y/n) stood in the quantum real prison. On the opposite cell Scott Lang, Ant-Man, looked in her direction. "So this the first time you've been to jail?" He attempts to make small talk unsure of what fate held. (Y/n) (L/n) had been a long-time friend of Hope Van Dyne thus also a friend of Scott. She happened to be over for dinner when Cassie brought up researching the quantum realm. The six went down to the lab where Cassie made a device sending a signal down into this unknown realm. One thing lead to another and now here (Y/n) was caught up in this mess. Held prisoner in a castle of some conqueror.

"No, definitely not my frist time in prison." She replied before hearing footsteps in the distance. The man who approach the cells had a great deal of power (Y/n) could feel it. A power that no one should have. He far exceeded every foe she previously face. A man that would have Thanos trimble in fear.

"You two are very interesting. Scott Lang. (Y/n) (L/n)." He spoke glancing at each hero individually.

"Uh, I don't know who you are. But you have made a big mistake. We are avengers. We called the other avengers." Scott crossed his arms. (Y/n) knits her brows watching Kang's reaction. But this man did not care. In some aspects, she could see amusement in Kang's dark eyes.

"You are an avenger. Have I killed you before?" The conquerer asked.

"W-What?" Scott asked puzzled.

"They all bend together after a while. But you..." Kang turned around taking a few steps closer to (Y/n). "I remember ." A smile graced his lips. The blue shield that kept you imprisoned dropped.

"I do not know you." (Y/n) replied. Kang chuckled as he kept moving towards (Y/n) who stood her ground. That is what he loved about her. In every universe, she held powers that could far exceed his own. Yet this woman never understood how to use them.

"I know. But in time you will. Trust me I know." He sighed," In every universe, you are always the last one standing. Strong but useless. I was going to make a deal with Scott. However, my dear, are far more desirable." Kang's gloved hand cup (Y/n)'s cheek.

She leaned into his touch knowing what men like him wanted, love. "What deal are you offering?" (Y/n) whispers.

"You are desperate for him. The man you lost. It's irony. In every universe I have conquered, there is a trace of him in you. Call it destiny. The path other Kangs have written to make you vulnerable. Your one true weakness. The youngest prince of Asgard." He smirked. (Y/n) gulped heart beating fast as this man came into mind. The man she watched die in front of her. She was pathetic, ridden with fear, and helpless as Thanos murdrred him. Loki Laufeyson

"This deal involves him? Without the stones it's impossible to bring him back!" (Y/n) snaps.

"My dear, I am the all powerful Kang. I control space and time. If you help me start my ship. I can give you what you need. More time. I can create it where he never died. Would you like that?" He whispered.

"Don't do it. He is lying!" Scott's voice rang reminding you he was there.

"This does not involve you, Scott Lang. Need I remind you I have your daughter in a few cells down...Do not worry you are not entirely useless." He glanced back from the corner of his eyes.

"And if I say no?" (Y/n) asked.

Kang leaned closer his lips mere inches away from hers. "We both know you will agree. The greed inside of you leads you down the wrong path every time. Trust me I know you better than you do. I have seen you in many lives, in thousands of universes and timelines." He looked at her lips. "You desire more than just love. Security, loyal, trust....power." The last is barely audible. It was meant for only her ears. (Y/n) breathes in heavily knowing all he said was true. She walked the fine line between good and evil. The dark and light battled for her soul. Here in front of her stood temptation, the apple god placed in the garden. One bit would mean devastation.

"(Y/n) don't do this you are-" With a flick of his finger Scott is flying into the wall knocking him out.

"Come with me." Kang extends his hand without hesitation (Y/n) takes it following Kang up to his throne room. "You could have him back. It can be arranged. In your time, an alternate ending, or something better. I can create your own world. As you see fit. You can be happy with him and have everything you wanted. In a snap of my fingers, it will all be yours." He walked around (Y/n) stopping behind her. "And the best part is I can erase your memories so you never have to remember. Isn't that what your tortured soul requires? Peace." Kang brushed her (h/c) behind (Y/n)'s ear. She never felt scared like this before. Her body went cold. All her needs, darkest desires, and dreams can be made into reality. This man held power far beyond her imagination. Loki could be hers again. "I am Kang. Anything is possible with me."

"I want the deal...I want more than just that Kang. I need revenge. I want to kill Thanos. Slaughter every variant of him until he is erased from the multiverse no matter how long it takes." Her words brought joy to Kang's heart. He missed how dark (Y/n) could be. The evil that corrupted her inside. Kang hums and walked over to his golden throne.

"Is that all you want?" He asked innocently beckoning (Y/n) to come closer. The female took one step at a time until standing in front of him. "Sit." Kang pats his lap. (Y/n) straddles his lap sitting down. Large hands gripped her waist. "Your beauty never ceases to amaze me. In every universe. You still are the same." He pulled her into a kiss. She left uncertain about this. Why did she crave this man? Maybe Kang was right power attracts her. It engulfs her entire being. She craves it, yearns for it, and now power sits in this golden throne.

"I want you." Her silk voice lets a whine out as the conqueror trails his lips down her neck. (Y/n) grinds herself onto his bulge. He could not wait any longer. The way her (e/c) eyes tease him. "I need you." She gaped as Kang ripped her shirt off.

"You are so beautiful," Kang whispered unclipping her bra. "Fuck." He licked over (Y/n)'s hard nipples. The way she grinds onto his erection had Kang seeing stars. She pulled at his robes and in a quick snap of his fingers they are off.

"Damn." She whispered unable to pull her eyes from his chest. The Conqueror had abs. She traced them with her fingers. His arms had large muscles. (Y/n) left her cunt clench around nothing. His physique was perfect.

"Do you like what you see?" He purred roughly drawing her closer so their bare chests are pressed together. "I am all yours." He pulled (Y/n)'s skin-tight bottoms down along with her panties. "So wet already. We have just met and you are so fucking horny. How long has it been?... Since you have been pleasured by a real man?" Kang whispered pressing two large fingers into her wet pussy. A sigh of relief escaped her cherry-red lips. He moved them in and out slowly. This allowed (Y/n) to adjust to large fingers than her own small digits. Soon Kang's fingers thrust faster, rougher, and deep causing her to moan loudly.

"Ah- Fuck! Ngh~ Oh Kang." She cried tossing her head back. Kang his every spot just right. As if he knew her body already. Where to kiss her neck and how to rub (Y/n)'s spot deep inside her wet cunt. "I need you. Inside of mem" Her words are straight to the point. Kang chuckled and pulled his large cock out.

"Are you ready my dear? I won't hold back." He asked rubbing the tip against her entrance.

"Yes, Kang. Fucking use me." (Y/n) moaned loudly sliding down onto his erection. "So thick." She pants as his cool stretched her out. Kang did not wait any longer. He began thrusting up into her tight cunt. She took him so well.

"Mmm~ Fuck you are so tight." Kang pants watching his cock thrust in and out. She kissed him deeply moving up and down to match his thrusts up. The sounds of their sex filled his throne room.

"Im gonna cum." She whispers.

"Then come for me, goddess." He bites down on her neck. (Y/n) cried out softly clenching his cock as she orgasmed. Kang soon followed filling her cunt with his seed.

"Damn." He sighed rubbing her sides. "You are perfect."

"You are so evil. But I love it." (Y/n) leans down kissing him.

[ka-go-me]

𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐌𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑

𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐒 / 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄:  Meaghan, Kitty, Kags, Hilde, Sam, Meag, or sometimes just HEY YOU!

𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘: October 19th

𝐙𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐂 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍:  Libra ♎

𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓: 5'7" (ever wish you were a different height?)

𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐄𝐒: reading, editing pics, playing games, hanging with friends and my gf, watching my fandom tv shows, going to conventions, collecting shiz.

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑: Lilac or Lavender, Black and Lime Green

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊: Diana Wynne Jones' Howl's Moving Castle (DON'T TALK TO ME ABOUT THE GHILBI MOVIE OF THIS BOOK. I will murder you. :) )

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆:  Uh...."I thought She Knew" by: N*sync (yea, I'm a 90s nerd, so sue me. lmao!)

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄 / 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖:  Movie: Antman & the Wasp: Quantomania, Show: Stargate SG-1

𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃: The Hobbit by: J.R.R. Tolkien, (3rd time reading it~)

𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: My fandoms?. my GF, sparkly things...

𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐔𝐑𝐋: ka-go-me is how my muse says her name when she's explaining that she's not Kikyou to Inuyasha. xD That and the og kagome url is like---taken and dead.

𝐅𝐔𝐍 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐓S: I'm in my late 30s, but everyone seems to think I'm in my early 20s and are wicked surprised when I tell them otherwise. I collect a lot of different things from stickers to rubber ducks, barbie dolls to Inuyasha merch, and autographs to DVDs and manga. And a lot more in between. xD ALSO, I translate a couple of Japanese manga on the side!

tagged by: @adversitybloomed (Thanks sweetheart~! 💚💗) tagging: @loneinuyasha, @fairlybeloved, @peculiarbeauty, @scvereignreigned, There are a few others--but tumblr's being a bitch and not letting me tag them here.

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[callunavulgari]

Scrapbook 2023 | Pt II

For anyone that’s new to this, this is how I keep track of all of the things that I enjoy and/or create throughout the year. I have literally been doing this since I had a livejournal.

It’s a nice little snippet of my life and helps to organize my brain.

A reminder:

Normal font - Indifferent/Neutral Italicized font - Enjoyed bold font - Loved with an asterisk* - All time favorite (bracketed titles) - Re-watches/Re-reads strikethough - Disliked

Goals are: read 65 books, finish 4 video games, write more than 20 fics or something larger than 20k, and expand on your original novel outline to the point that you START WRITING.

Past Years

MOVIES

June

Avatar: Way of Water

(Coraline)

(LotR: Fellowship of the Ring)

Antman and the Wasp: Quantumania

(LotR: Return of the King)

July

Hard-boiled

(Pride & Prejudice)

Persuasion

Puss and Boots: The Last Wish

Nimona

August

Miraculous Ladybug: The Movie

Spiderman: Across the Spiderverse

Guardians of the Galaxy: Vol 3\

September

???

TV SHOWS

June

Queer Eye, s1, s7

Our Planet

Planet Earth II

(Stranger Things, s4)

Bee and Puppy Cat

July

The Diplomat

(Suits, s1)

The Witcher s3

August

Queer Eye: Japan

(Inuyasha)

The Witcher s3

September

The Wheel of Time, s2

Interview with the Vampire, s1

Fionna and Cake

YOUTUBE CHANNELS

June

Watcher: Worth a Shot, s2

Watcher: Mystery Files, s1

Imamu Room, Episode 43

Beryl Shereshewsky

July

Beryl Shereshewsky

Watcher: Puppet History

PBS

August

Beryl Shereshewsky

Watcher: Puppet History

September

Beryl Shereshewsky

Watcher: Ghost Files

Imamu Room

BOOKS

June

Icebreaker by Hannah Grace [Fin]

The Monster Baru Cormorant by Seth Dickinson [Fin]

Beyond the Wand by Tom Felton [Fin]

Six Crimson Cranes by Elizabeth Lim [Fin]

Rhythm of War by Brandon Sanderson [Fin]

Milk! A 10,000-Year Food Fracas by Mark Kurlansky [Fin]

A Court of Wings and Ruin by Sarah J Maas [Fin]

Cod by Mark Kurlansky

July

Cod by Mark Kurlansky

Whiskey, Words, and a Shovel by RN Sin [Fin]

Irish Wedding Traditions by Shannon Lichte [Fin]

A Day of Fallen Night by Samantha Shannon [Fin]

A Good Girl’s Guide to Murder by Holly Jackson [Fin]

Witch King by Martha Wells

Daisy Jones & the Six by Taylor Jenkins Reid [Fin]

Mexican Gothic by Silvia Moreno-Garcia [Fin]

Legendborn by Tracy Deonn [Fin]

August

Witch King by Martha Wells

Cod by Mark Kurlansky [Fin]

Impact Winter by Travis Beacham [Fin]

The Adventure Zone, Vol 5 [Fin]

The Kingdoms by Natasha Pulley [Fin]

Violet Made of Thorns by Gina Chen [Fin]

The Return of the King by J.R.R Tolkien [Fin]

Thistlefoot by GennaRose Nethercott [Fin]

September

Saturday Night at the Lakeside Supper Club by J.Ryan Stradal [Fin]

Emily Wilde’s Encyclopedia of Faeries by Heather Fawcett [Fin]

Witch King by Martha Wells

(Red White & Royal Blue by Casey Mcquiston)

PODCASTS

June

N/A

July

Descendants 

(Wolf 359)

The Silt Verses

August

The Silt Verses

September

(Wolf 359)

VIDEO GAMES

June

Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom, all the hours

July

Hollow Knight

August

Hollow Knight

Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom, all the hours

Legend of Zelda: Oracle of Ages

September

Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom, all the hours

Legend of Zelda: Oracle of Ages

POSTED FIC

June

so damn sloppy | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie | 4,557 words | Steve smiles, leaning forward just a little bit, and is rewarded by the sight of Eddie swaying towards him as if hypnotized. “We gonna stop pretending that I’m here just for a movie?”

July

N/A

August

into the unknown | LoZ | Zelda/Ganondorf/Link | 8,017 words |  “What do you think, princess?” Ganondorf asks, cocking his head.

September

N/A

WIPS | UNPUBLISHED | ORIGINAL

June

Steve/Eddie Canon-Divergent PWP, 4350 words [Posted]

Ganon/Zelda/Link Political Marriage AU, 5k

July

Ganon/Zelda/Link Political Marriage AU, 5k

August

Ganon/Zelda/Link Political Marriage AU, 8k

September

Steddie Hitchhiker AU

Fanmixes/Spotify Playlists/Graphics

June

N/A

July

N/A

August

Speechless - Vampire Novel

September

N/A

DELIGHTFUL FIC

June

Shot Right Through by entanglednow | Stranger Things | 5k | Steve overhears a conversation between Eddie and Robin, and then spends a few weeks trying to think of anything else.

Color Correction by entanglednow | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie | 3k | Steve can always be relied upon to help a friend out, and it makes a nice change to be the one with the answers.

Long-Distance Call by entanglednow | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie | 3k | In which Eddie is subjected to Steve earnestly trying to fix his mistake, and worries about making one of his own.

The Royal Flush by entanglednow | Stranger Things |Steve/Eddie | 1k | Eddie had thought he was good at noticing people like him, you have to be since no one is sharing that shit out loud, not in this town at least.

Of Stars in Infinite Universes by lily_winterwood | Harry Potter | Draco/Harry | 21k | Harry Potter is asked to find a missing Draco Malfoy.

status quo by jilliancares | Marvel | Peter/Wade | 7k |  Somehow, the components of Peter’s secret identity keep crumbling all around him.

By the Laws of Magic by Lenore | The Sandman | Dream/Hob | 32k |  It’s 1959, and Hob Gadling is working at a London auction house, amazing his colleagues with his uncanny knowledge of art and artifacts from the 14th century on.

Always one foot on the ground by PhyllisDietrichson | Watcher | Ryan/Shane | 8k |  Moving the Watcher office desks to the second floor leads to unforeseen consequences.

shelter by paxlux | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie | 27k |  "’86 is your year!” and goddamn is that a sentence with a price tag on it. ’86, his year to die and be resurrected, shiny and new and what will he do now.

Danger Zone by WeirdAn | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie | 2k | There's something wrong with Steve Harrington.

in every version but one (there's you and i) by Percyjacksonfan3 | Stranger Things | Eddie/Chrissy | 6k | Eddie Munson dies. Chrissy Cunningham lives.

This Number Is Not In Service by entanglednow | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie | 3k | In which Steve needs to stop kissing people and then running away, and Robin needs a good night's sleep.

Dawnshot Through the Heart by sir_not_appearing_in_this_archive | Mistborn | Wax/Wayne | 19k - WIP |  Ten years ago, Wayne fled instead of letting himself get arrested for murder.

Infinite Dreams by entanglednow | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie | 4k | Steve sleeps in Eddie's bed and Eddie doesn't lay a finger on him, he's not sure that helps in the end.

The Walls of Camelot by spqr | Merlin | Merlin/Arthur | 13k | “Camelot will fall tomorrow,” Arthur says, on the first day of the eighth month of the siege.

July

A Sweet Romance by tirsynni | LoZ | Ganondorf/Link | 1k | Ganondorf meets Princess Zelda's bodyguard and the Hylian Champion and is instantly charmed. Link meets the lone Gerudo voe and is far, far less charmed.

You Have One New Message by entanglednow | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie | 3k | What's that famous saying 'once is an accident, twice is coincidence, three times -' But that's where the thought breaks down, because Steve is not going to kiss him again.

Hurry Hurry (what a mess!) by Pip (Moirail) | The Untamed | Lan Wangji/Wei Wuxian | 7k | Lan Zhan needs a curse breaker, and Wei Ying's pretty sure he's just the guy for the job.

Cross Road Blues by WeirdAn | Stranger Things | Steve/Billy | 7k | Billy sells his soul to Steve Harrington at the crossroads.

Outlier by spqr | Star Wars | Obi-Wan/Cody | 7k | A custom codpiece was what Cody had requested from the armorer – the standard-issue was too small, and Obi-Wan remembered OUTLIER stamped on Cody's medical records and felt his whole body turn hot.

the fair and the brave and the good must die by Lise | The Untamed | Lan Wangji/Wei Wuxian | 12k | Rumor carries word of a ghost in Yiling to Cloud Recesses. Lan Wangji follows.

One Size Fits All by entanglednow | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie | 5k | Steve just wanted to do something nice for a friend, he doesn't mean to get Eddie's ring stuck on his finger, and it's definitely not his fault that everyone he knows is jumping to conclusions.

This Might As Well Happen by skoosiepants | Stranger Things | Billy/Steve | 22k | That time Steve accidentally gets knocked up by Billy... IN SPACE!

Sweet Thang by MajaLi | Suits | Harvey/Mike | 13k | Mike hates spending money on himself. Harvey, on the other hand, loves it.

we were walking with a benediction on us by hygarden | The Bright Sessions | Damien/Mark | 6k | Mark tries not to think about it.

August

fly me to the moon by apocryphal | The Sandman | Dream/Hobb | 12k | Dream discovers that after being locked in a cage for a century, it turns out he's contracted the mortal affliction known as claustrophobia. Inconvenient.

Call And Connect by entanglednow | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie | 6k | After an accidental kiss, a brief crisis, some miscommunication and two swift exits, there is finally a first date.

you are spring by Wildehack (tyleet) | Supernatural | Cas/Dean | 20k | God makes a wish. His parents work some things out.

Putting The Work In by entanglednow | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie | 2k |  Steve had mostly been letting Eddie's half of the conversation wash over him, enjoying the faint buzz that alcohol and weed had left in his head.

vanilla and honey by LazyBaker | Stranger Things | Steve/Billy | 1k | “I’m too hot to be nice, sweetcheeks.”

Frequencies by Trelkez | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie | 27k | WIP | If ghosts were real, wouldn't they know about it by now?

Notoriety by RC_McLachlan | Good Omens | Aziraphale/Crowley | 9k | As it turns out, Aziraphale has a bit of a reputation in Heaven.

I'm the treasure baby, I'm the prize by stereobone | Good Omens | Aziraphale/Crowley | 9k | Or, Crowley is very good at faking sex work, as it turns out.

Interim by starkraving | LoZ | Ganondorf/Zelda/Link | 96k | She has no throne. Girls without thrones should not have knights, but hers won’t go.

Imprimatur by Closer | Suits | Mike/Harvey | 22k | Mike was raised to believe Imprint was a life-changing event for those few lucky enough to experience it.

more than you can chew by three-fingered (calciseptine) | Spiderman | Miguel/Peter | 6k |  "Do you ever take anything seriously?" Miguel hisses as he stands over Peter.

 Danger Comes In Many Forms by quackers | Spiderman | Miguel/Peter | 15k |  Miguel O'Hara is a walking ball of angst, regret, and muscle.

Red Skies by quackers | Batman | Tim/Jason | 8k | When Tim- openly a siren in a world hostile to those who aren't human- goes feral, Jason is the only one who can bring him back.

the one with the selfies by noctiphany | Batman | Tim/Jason | 5k | Thanks for the spank bank material, replacement, but I’m pretty sure that wasn’t meant for me.

Honeymoon by cinnamon_skull | Batman | Tim/Jason | 14k |  Tim and Jason go undercover as a just-married couple celebrating their honeymoon in order to catch a high-profile drug lord.

one hundred years past by tciddaemina | LoZ | Ganondorf/Link | 38k | Link wakes up a century early. It changes everything. 

Whole Lotta Love by stereobone | Stranger Things | Eddie/Steve 9k | | Steve scoffs. "I think if I was dating someone, Robin, I would be the first to know about it."

Turn Your Back on Mother Nature by gr0gu | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie | 17k | It wasn't supposed to go like this.

September

The wild phonemes of 40 Eridani Keid by astronicht | Star Trek | Kirk/Spock | 9k |  Jim goes on shore leave to Vulcan, where a disaster half-happened.

Step Right Up by entanglednow | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie | 3k | Steve had mostly given up on trying to meet anyone new after everything, but it's been six months and his friends had started giving him pointed nudges to get out there again.

the most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway is that it’s you by greatunironic | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie | 35k |  Sixteen years after the world didn't end for the last time, Max Mayfield showed up on Steve’s doorstep and said, “You gonna walk me down the aisle in May or what?”

so leave it on the table if you hot and bothered by greatunironic | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie | 9k | In which Stevie Harrington has a habit of making out with people at the end of the world.

A Little Mishap by Asidian | BG3 | Astarion/Wyll | 14k | When the dust clears – and it is a frightful amount of dust, all told – Astarion is marginally surprised to see that no one has been left a bloody smear on the cave floor.

Fight Night by rlnerdgirl | Teen Wolf | Derek/Stiles |  Stiles starts fighting in college.

strange fear i ain’t felt for years by Sister | Batman | Tim/Jason | 31k | Tim’s benched with a broken arm and starts playing Jason’s personal Oracle. Things escalate.

Steve Harrington's Guide to Touch by how_about_no | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie | 19k | Eddie won't stop touching anyone and everyone, except for Steve. He has a plan to change that.

DELIGHTFUL FANVIDS

June

Eddie Munson | Like A Record, Baby!

Baby Girl - A "The Last of Us" Edit

Rhaenyra Targaryen - The Black Queen

Main To Party Kar Rahi Thi - Marvel Remix (2023)

MARVEL || BRAzilian Phonk Mano

Multifandom || Get Ready

Waymond Wang [EEAAO] || laundry & taxes

NF - JUST LIKE YOU

ARCANE | Are You Curious?

The Last of Us | REMEMBRANCE

September

N/A

DELIGHTFUL MUSIC

June

Royalty - Egzod, Maestro Chives

Main to Party Kar Rahi Thi - UlluMinati

Brazilian Phonk Mano - Slowboy, lucaf

Get Ready - Night Panda, BEGINNERS

Electricity - Billy Elliott

Forest Temple - Jokabi

You’re Gonna Be Okay - Ashh Blackwood

Call on Me - Eric Prydz

Unknown/Nth - Hozier

We Didn’t Start the Fire - Fallout Boy

Hold Me Like a Grudge - Fallout Boy

September

[linkzac]

hhHHHOLLLY SHIITTTTTTTTT TNE ANTMAN N THE WASP QUANTUMANIA POST CREDITS SCENE

[616witch]

fake movie posters of tales to astonish #27, #35 & #44.

[beanzykin]

I think she likes girls

Imagine: Scott asking you out at a bar, understanding you're lesbian, suddenly being extremely supportive of this random stranger he just met and hyping you up to ask the pretty lass (Hope) that you couldn't rip your eyes off of ever since she walked in the room. 

Paring: Hope van dyne x fem!reader

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"Hey," a smaller man giving off 'classic dad' vibes slid into the barstool next to you. You did a double-take and realized he was talking to you. "Uh, hey," you gave an awkward, tight-lipped smile, aiming for your signals to hit him in the face.

"You want something to drink?" He asked. All you wished was that you could disintegrate into dust in the snap of a finger. That was until this extraordinary lady strolled through the low and stained doors of this hell hole place they call a bar. You couldn't keep your eyes off her. 

"Uh, yes please," the words slipped out, unaware of the man still in front of you. "I'll take a dry Martini," you slowly ripped your eyes off the pretty lass and became attentive to the situation. "I'm Scott, you?" You took a deep breath as he introduced himself. "I'm- I'm Y/N," 

You watched as she came closer to the counter, her hips swaying forcefully as she walked. Looking her up and down slowly as Scott ordered you drinks. 

"We should slow down, I was moving too quick," he turned back to give you your drink. It surprised you at how nice this man was, the sudden admiration caught you off guard. "I can read the signals from a mile away," He reassured, taking a sip of alcohol. 

You chuckled nervously, he must've caught you checking out the chick beside him. Though you were looking down at your swirling martini, you raised your head to face him with a wince. "Oh dear…" you trialled out with a ring of laughter followed by Scott. 

"I say give it a shot," he took another sip.

"Woah, woah… yeah, that's oughta be a no,"

"Then why go to a bar? C'mon the worst she could do is say no, it's not like you know each other," he hesitated, slowly looking up at you. "do you?"

You laughed again. "Gosh no!" Mumbling a little 'I wish' before taking another gulp of your beverage. 

"Then ask her out,"

"Alright."

You honestly didn't know what it was that made you stand up and walk towards her. Was it the alcohol bringing a newfound courage, was it the random stranger that just hyped you up about it? Possibly both… 

Just as you started to reach her she turned around, the two of you almost knocking into each other. "Gosh, I'm so sorry, ma'am," you got a good look at her eyes, a beautiful golden brown that the party lights glistened off of. Her brown sugar hair, you could just visualize getting your fingers intertwined with. Everything you thought was amazing about her before was a million times better up close. 

"I- I uh…" you were at loss for words in her sight. You looked back at Scott for a quick reassuring jester, only to watch him play with the lemon on the side of his glass. You looked back at the angel in front of you and tried to gain the courage that had just fleed from you back. 

You cleared your throat and managed to squeak out your name. "Hi, I'm Y/N," you backed up a fraction, the quick flash of disappointment in her eyes going unnoticed. "Hope, nice to meet you," 

Her smile made you melt into the ground even more. Her soft hands meeting your dry, cold ones made you flush, this time with embarrassment. But Hope didn't mind, coming face to face with this doll, your hands were the least of her interests.

"Uh-  would you like something to drink?" You haven't asked someone out before. Being new to this endeavour made you much more anxious.

"I… just got something to drink," she smiled, trying to ease the tension.

"Oh-"

"But, I would love to sit with you,"

 A grin grew where your upset expression currently was.

"Great!"

[therealbrigeedarocks]

ant-man & the wasp: quantumania

i’ll be honest, there are only 2 things keeping me from completely hating this movie:

1. scott and agent woo finally going on their dinner date (only to have it paid for by the #1 ghost hunter in the world ryan bergara)

B. jonathan majors’ performance as kang (though his career has pretty much been torpedoed at this point)

otherwise, it’s kind of disappointing, especially cuz i enjoyed the other ant-man movies

lip service is made yet again to the aftermath of the snap/blip without it having any actual effect on the world or plot (hey remember the sokovia accords? those haven’t had any major changes on the world either!)

the quantum realm is very muted and dark. most of the cool visuals that should’ve been bright or standout more are just bland. that’s what happens when you make your VFX teams crunch under tight deadlines without proper compensation and frankly we need to speak up more about it. fuck disney/marvel for this

as previously stated, kang was the best part of this. jonathan majors could’ve been the next tom hiddleston as far as i’m concerned, a popular villian actor that nails the character so well he’d have staying power. unfortunately, with the recent events and allegations of domestic violence, it seems highly unlikely he’ll be returning to the role.

one of the best parts of the other ant-man movies is that scott is trying his best to be a good dad despite his circumstances and has a good, healthy co-parenting relationship with his ex and her new husband. judy greer and bobby cannavale do not make an appearance at all in this film, and the idea of scott being a bad dad for even a second is less than appealing to me.

evangeline lily is an anti-vax plague rat licker and i can’t look at her the same way again. super goddamn disappointing to be sure

michelle pfeiffer and michael douglas continue to be a delight

i miss the 3 wombats

i say this punintentionally and emphatically: ant-man works better on a smaller scale when the problems are contained to his life and not as a set-up for larger shit down the line in the mcu

[waitimcomingtoo]

Hi! Do you think you could write something about being Scott Lang’s other daughter and dating peter?? Thank youu

Like Father

Pairing: Peter Parker x Lang!reader

Synopsis: “You see your dad shrink down to the size of a thumb tack and ride on the back of an ant and you think, “hm, that’s the grossest thing I’ll ever see.” And that this happens.” You gestured to the mess in dismay, noticing something shiny on Peters wrist. “Are you guys handcuffed together!?”

Masterlist

Requests are CLOSED

“Baby sitters here!” You called upon hearing the doorbell ring, despite being the one closest to the door. You refused to answer to door when people rang it out of silent protest for your dad making the doorbell chime “La Cucaracha”. It embarrassed you every time. Every damn time.

“Let it ring again!” Your dad called from his makeshift lab in the basement. “I want to hear those sweet tunes.”

“I’m going to answer it, just so you cant hear those sweet tunes.” You yelled back as you opened the door.

“Hey Mr. Pym.” You said, expecting to see Hank Pym, Cassie’s usual baby sitter. Instead, a complete stranger in a hood stood in your doorway. He gave you an awkward smile as he stood there, shivering in the rain. “Oh. You’re not Hank.”

“Sorry to disappoint.” The stranger said in a voice much higher than you’d think he’d be carrying considering his broad shoulders and strong demeanor. “I’m here to babysit Cassie. C-could I please come in?” He asked, still shaking from the cold.

“Oh, yeah, sorry.” You said sheepishly as you opened the door for him to walk in your house. He took a step inside and gently shook off the rain drops from his coat. “Here, let me take your coat.”

You slid the damp raincoat off the strangers and hung it up on the rack next to the door. Once his hood was off, you could see the stranger more clearly. He was young, probably around your age or older. There were incandescent rain drops clinging to his tousled brown hair that reflected off the lights on the ceiling. He wore a wool sweater that looked like someone’s grandmother knit over a button down top. He was undeniably cute, in a nerdy kind of way. You became unexpectedly aware of your appearance, pulling down your skirt and pulling up your top. You were planning on going to a party and never normally dressed up. You didn’t want to leave this stranger with the wrong impression of you in case this was the last time you saw him.

“I see you fell for my reverse psychology to open the door.” Your dad said triumphantly as he came up the basement stairs. “Peter, you remember my daughter.”

“Uh, no actually.” You said, never taking your eyes off of Peter, who was giving you the same wistful look. You racked your brain for where you’d met this handsome stranger, but you came up empty. “We’ve never met.”

“Oh, you’ve never met Peter?” Your dad asked you, leaning against the doorway. You shook your head no. “Even better. You opened it for a complete stranger.”

A completely adorable stranger, you thought.

“I’m Peter by the way.” Peter awkwardly stuck his hand out for you to shake. “Peter Parker.”

“Y/n.” You said as you took his hand. “Y/n Lang.”

A bashful smile dressed his lips. If you thought he was cute before, he was even cuter with a grin.

“Mr. Lang, you never told me you me you had a second daughter.” Peter shifted his backpack on his shoulder and looked almost offended at your dad.

“I don’t like to give to much information anyway.” Scott shrugged and folded his arms. “I’m a very private man.”

“Since when?” You snorted. “You shouted your phone number out the window of your car the other day because some guy let you come into his lane.”

“Well, some guy was very nice and I wanted to thank him. And if it weren’t for some guy, you wouldn’t have gotten to school on time.” Your dad was heavy with the sarcasm, as usual.

“Well maybe you should take some guy out on a date tonight instead of Hope. I’m sure she’d love that.” You dished his sarcasm right back as Peter let out a laugh.

“You’re funny.” Peter said as he scratched behind his ear. Your dad looked surprised, then smug, at Peters sudden declaration. You, on the other hand, were throughly blushing and remained silent, not even giving him a thank you.

“Like father, like daughter.” Scott remarked, unblind to the connection forming between you and Peter. He knew his daughter well enough to know when she was crushing. You were witty and quick, and never one to be rendered speechless. After all, you were your father’s daughter. But here you were, standing in front of Peter, and not saying a word.

“Well, I’d hate to keep Hope waiting. She’s a truly hideous woman and doesn’t go out on dates often.” Scott rubbed his hands together and looked around for laughs at his joke. You did nothing but roll your eyes and toss him his keys. Peter, not knowing your father well enough to know he was never serious, looked horrified.

“He’s kidding.” You quickly assured Peter. “He worships Hope like the sun.”

“Yes I do.” Scott clapped his hands, proud as ever. Cassie suddenly came into the room and ran into Scott’s arms.

“Bye Daddy.” She said, giving him a hug.

“Bye pumpkin.” Scott kissed her cheeks and set her down. “Ready to go, Y/n?”

You looked between your dad and Peter. You had two options. Go to a fun party with your friends after a stressful week at school, or stay home with your little sister and a total stranger. The choice was obvious.

“I actually think I’m skip the party.” You said, much to Peters surprise, but not surprising your dad at all. He saw it coming the moment Peter walked through the door. “I think I’ll just hang out with Cassie tonight.”

“And Peter?” Your dad asked with a wicked grin. You gave him an angry look.

“Yeah.” You said, staring your dad down. “And Peter.”

When Peter was distracted with adjusting Cassie’s fairy wings, you and your dad got in a silent fight. He made kissy faces and dreamy eyes at Peter while you mouthed “shut up!” and hit him on the arm. When Peter looked up, you and Scott cleared your throats and leaned against opposite sides of the doorway, pretending nothing happened.

“Well, I best be going.” Scott said, shooting you a wink. “Wouldn’t want to interrupt anything.”

“Okay, bye dad!” You yelled as you pushed him out the door. Scott left and got in his car, yelling something about how Teen Mom 2 was already cast.

You locked the front door and turned to Peter. To your surprise, he had Cassie in his arms, who had her arms comfortably around his neck. They were giggling quietly among themselves.

“Oh.” You blinked at the sight. “I didn’t realize you two knew each other.”

“I’ve babysat her a few times.” Peter told you as he fixed Cassie’s tilted crown. “Whenever Hank can’t make it.”

“I never knew that.” You said, feeling dumb for being the only Lang who wasn’t buddies with Peter Parker.

“Because you’re never home.” Cassie said, kind of sadly. You didn’t expect her answer to be what it was. Sure, she wasn’t wrong. But you didn’t think your after school activities and hang outs with friends had an effect on your little sister.

“I’m home now.” You told her, feeling guilty for not realizing until this moment that your little sister missed you. “And I want I hang out with you guys.”

“Really?” Peter asked, a gleam of hope in his pretty brown eyes.

“If that’s okay.” You offered.

“Yay, Y/n!” Cassie held up her little arms in triumph.

“I guess it’s okay.” Peter laughed at her reaction.

“Great.” You smiled, feeling surprisingly exciting for the night ahead. “Let me go change.”

You went up to your room and stripped out of your party clothes. You opted for a big Captain America shirt that your dad brought you after the battle at the airport and some soft sleep shorts. You wiped off your makeup and put on some light mascara and tinted lip balm. You judged your appearance in the mirror, decided you liked it, and went downstairs.

When you came down the stairs, Peter was running around the room with Cassie in his arms. Her fairy wings were on and her arms were out, Buzz Lightyear style. Peter was making plane sounds as he jumped over furniture. You didn’t make your presence known just yet. You wanted to watch how sweet Peter was with your little sister for a minute more.

“Peter.” Cassie giggled. “I’m not an airplane. I’m a fairy.”

“Well what sounds do fairies make?” Peter played along.

“I heard that they sound like wind chimes.” You said with a smile. Peter stopped spinning around and smiled sheepishly at you.

“Oh, sorry.” He apologized. “She likes it when we do this.”

“Don’t apologize.” You told him, walking further into the living room. “You’re good with kids.”

“I’m good with my favorite kid.” Peter set Cassie down, gave her a fist bump and wandered into the kitchen. It made you wonder how many times he’d been in your house without your knowledge. “How about we make your favorite brownies, princess?”

“Brownies!” Cassie cheered, getting the mix out of the pantry. Hearing him call her “princess” tugged at your heart strings. He was being a better sibling to Cassie than you had been lately. That stopped tonight. You helped Cassie and Peter mix the batter and spoon it into a pan. He helped Cassie crack some eggs and add in the vanilla.

“Alright miss.” You said once the oven was preheated and ready to go. “You’ve been a great help but you can’t use the oven. Peter and I got this part.”

“I’m gonna wait in my room.” Cassie told you before scurrying away, leaving you alone in the kitchen with Peter. He popped the brownies in the oven and immediately got to work cleaning the mess you’d made along the way.

“You don’t have to do that.” You told Peter as he put the ingredients you used back in the fridge. “We can leave it for my dad to clean when he gets back. Cassie and I are very good daughters in that way.”

“Its no trouble.” Peter told you as he wiped the counter top of any stray crumbs. “I like your dad. I’m happy to help him out.”

“You do?” You asked in shock. How could a smart guy like Peter like your butthead father?

“Yeah.” Peter laughed at the disgusted face you hadn’t realized you were making. “He’s funny.”

“Funny looking.” You replied.

“I see where you get it from.” Peter said playfully, untying his apron and putting it back in the drawer.

“People say we’re alike, but I don’t see it. My dads a little nuts.” You admitted with a proud smile. “He’s kinda like a sentient roomba.”

“I would love for you to explain further.” Peter chuckled as you picked up a rag to help him clean.

“Like, he means well, but all he does is clean and bump into things.” You said as you hit your hip on the corner of the table.

“Like father, like daughter.” Peter commented as you doubled over in pain.

“Speaking of my father, how do you guys know each other?” You asked, rubbing your sore hip.

“We met in Berlin a few years ago.” Peter said casually.

“Oh.” You nodded. “Wait, you were in Berlin? At the battle at the airport?”

“Yeah, uh, I’m…Spider-Man.” Peter stammered. He wondered why he even bothered wearing a mask these days if he did nothing to keep his identity a secret.

“So you’re the one who made my dad fall over like he was in Guilliver’s Travels?” You recalled the story your dad told you, which involved him growing really big and Spider-Man wrapping “something sticky” around his huge legs.

“It’s um, The Empire Strikes back, actually.” Peter reluctantly corrected you, not wanting to seem like a smart ass. “And he’s totally cool with that now. He knows I had to do to to impress Mr. Stark.”

“So you’re like a full blown Avenger?” You asked coyly, knowing Peter wasn’t the type to brag.

“Yeah, basically.” Peter nodded in a higher voice than usual. “Mr. Stark recruited me for that fight and I’ve been working with him ever since. He basically became like a father to me since…” Peter trailed off and looked embarrassed for a second.

“Since?” You asked, trying to meet his gaze, which was glued to the floor.

“Nothing. He’s just like a father to me. That’s all.” Peter finished. You knew not to press the topic any further. Peter looked up at you graciously for understanding.

The ding from the oven pulled Peters attention from you. You watched him curiously now that he had a new air of mystery around him. He knew exactly where your oven mitts were and slipped them on. He took them out as Cassie came bounding into the room.

“Are they ready?” She bounced up and down, trying just to see into the pan.

“They’re a little burnt, but they’re ready.” Peter told her. He bent down so she could see how they came out. You admired how gentle he was with her, keeping the pan away from her so she couldn’t burn her fingers.

“They’re so ugly.” Cassie said with wide eyes. “I love them!”

After eating too many brownies and wiping Cassie’s face with a warm towel, Peter suggested another activity.

“How about some makeup?” Peter asked as he put the dishes in the sink.

He’s washing the dishes, you thought, he’s perfect.

You watched Peter with a sly smile. He was being so domestic and wholesome that your heart melted.

“Cassie’s too young for makeup.” You suddenly realized what Peter had said.

“Not for her.” Peter laughed as he dried a plate and put it in the correct spot in your cabinet. “For me.”

“Follow us.” Cassie commanded as she lead you and Peter by the hand into her room. She got out her Claire’s makeup set and sat Peter down in her rolling pink chair. He sat down like he’d done it a million times before. You just stood by and watched as Cassie smeared shimmering purple eyeshadow to Peters eyelids. He was so compliant, staying perfectly still as she poked and prodded at his face.

“Shoot.” Cassie said as she finger painted orange blush to Peters cheeks. “I left your tiara in the basement.”

“Well I simply can’t go out like this.” Peter pretended to be insulted as he gestured to his outfit. Cassie giggled with delight.

“I’ll be right back. Y/n, can you put his lip gloss on?” Cassie asked as she crossed the room and went out the door.

“Sure.” You called as Cassie ran out of the room. She had been standing on a stool to apply Peters makeup, but you didn’t need the stool. You couldn’t get to his lips from where you were standing. You tried to go in from several different angles, but you could never reach. Finally, you straddled Peters lap and looked up at him shyly, lip gloss tube in hand. Peter hesitantly rested his hand on your legs with a feather light touch.

“So, uh,” you smiled nervously at him, which he returned. “Or you a Cherry Red kinda girl or a Princess Pink?”

Peter laughed, fanning your face with his minty breath. “Princess Pink. Cherry Red would clash with my blush.”

You tapped the tube against the heel of your hand and twisted the cap off.

“Pucker up.” You instructed. You absentmindedly puckered your own lips as you applied the sparkly gloss to Peters lips. He kept his eyes trained on you as you lathered it on. You were so close. Close enough for him to smell your perfume.

“What’s that perfume you’re wearing?” Peter asked without moving his lips. You were concentrating pretty hard for someone using Claire’s lip gloss.

“Why?” You laughed softly. “You want some?”

“I just want to know the name.” Peter smiled, careful not to mess up your work. Though you didn’t have to be, you were both speaking quietly, not wanting to disturb the silence.

“I’m not sure. I’m think it’s one of those dumb ones like “Midnight at the Beach.” As if anyone knows what a midnight at the beach smells like.” You answered him. Peter took a whiff of the air. Your air.

“Midsummer Bay Breeze.” Peter suddenly identified after racking his brain. “My mother used to wear it.”

“Used too?” You asked, wiping off some excess gloss with your thumbnail.

“She and my father died when I was young. I live with my Aunt now.” Peter confessed. You set the tube down and looked at him seriously.

“I’m so sorry.” You told him, squeezing his hand. “You didn’t tell me that before.” He’d begun to tell you before when you had been talking about Mr. Stark, but he stopped himself.

“I didn’t want to scare you away.” Peter said honestly.

“What changed your mind?” You asked curiously, still in a hushed tone.

“You weren’t sitting on my lap before.” Peter said with a sly smirk. You pursed your lips and rolled your eyes.

“Is it okay?” You asked his cautiously, treading the water. “That I’m sitting there now?”

“It’s more than okay.” Peter tilted his chin upwards, his lips grazing yours as his breath fanned your face once more. You stayed like that for a minute, just breathing each other in. The scent from his sticky gloss wafted into your nose, causing you to smile.

“Are you going to kiss me, or am I going to have to lie to my diary tonight?” You whispered when he was taking to long, making you more and more anxious with every passing second.

“You keep a diary?” Peter teased, reaching his chin even higher.

“You keep talking.” You didn’t let him get another word in as you pressed your lips to his. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer. He moved his hands to your waist and kept them there, in true gentleman fashion.

“Ugh.” Peter giggled, when you pulled away breathlessly. “You totally messed up my lip gloss.”

“I found it!” Cassie burst into the room with a purple, feathery tiara in her hands. You wiped Peters lip gloss off your mouth quickly and got off his lap.

“Thank goodness.” Peter said, snapping out of his love struck daze. “My outfit was incomplete without it.” He took the tiara from her hands and put it on his head. He turned to you after taking a look in the mirror.

“How do I look?” He asked you with a cheeky grin. Cassie looked between him and you thoughtfully.

“Like a million dollars.” You told him, clasping your hands together and resting your chin on them.

“I feel like it too.” Peter smiled, his smeared lip gloss glistening in the light.

“You’re terrible at putting on lip gloss.” Cassie suddenly spoke up. “You got it all over Peters mouth.”

Needless to say, your diary heard all about it.

But that was eight months ago.

“What the hell is this?” You stopped in your tracks when you walked in on Peter doing the unthinkable.

“We’re doing magic together!” Your dad cheered. There were about four decks of cards scattered around the room like confetti. They were sticking out of your dads pockets, Peters sleeves, and you were pretty sure there was one stuck to the ceiling.

“I can see that.” You grumbled angrily. “Why?”

“We’re magic buddies.” Scott replied with a shrug as he pulled a long, colored handkerchief out of Peters shirt pocket.

“You see your dad shrink down to the size of a thumb tack and ride on the back of an ant and you think “hm, that’s the grossest thing I’ll ever see.” And that this happens.” You gestured to the mess in dismay, noticing something shiny on Peters wrist. “Are you guys handcuffed together?”

“One of the magic tricks didn’t go as planned.” Peter told you timidly. You groaned loudly and stamped your foot.

“This is like the worlds worst reboot of A Bugs Life.” You complained. “I’ve seen a five foot tall ant in our shower, and somehow, you handcuffed to my boyfriend is worse.”

“Technically, your boyfriend is handcuffed to me.” Scott sassed you.

“That’s just not true at all.” You deadpanned.

“Yes it is.” Scott taunted. “Because I have the key.”

“Then use it!” You exclaimed, growing frustrated.

“That’s a great idea.” Scott realized. “I didn’t even think of that.”

Scott took a small metal key out of his pocket and unbuckled the hand cuffs. Peter slid out and went over to you, giving you a kiss hello.

“I won’t do magic with your dad anymore if it bothers you that much.” Peter said with a grin, knowing damn well he’d still be doing magic with your dad. “But I do have something to show you.”

Peter pulled out a magic wand and held it up for you to see. He shook the wand, making it turn into a single rose.

“Aw.” You said as you took the rose. “I didn’t hate that as much as I thought I would.”

“Thanks.” Peter smiled. “Your dad taught me.”

“And now I hate it.” You said sarcastically.

“Fine.” Peter agreed. “What about this?” He pulled a card out from behind your ear and handed it to you with a cheeky grin. You took the card skeptically and looked at it.

“The Queen of Hearts.” Peter said softly, in a more serious tone. “Because you’re the Queen of my heart.”

You took the card with a small smirk, hating how much you adored the trick.

“You’re lucky I love you, Parker.”

“I already know that, Lang.”

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