#either that or her spidey senses are telling her someone is about to sing

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THANK YYYYYOOOOOUUUUUU

I love how Asha gives off this energy in the pic:

Sketches of the wish Au written by @thisnameisnotspokenfor ! (The designs are from @tiredmiddlechild)

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16, 10 and 3 for Caineeeee and Cecilia plz

evening!! hello there crab controlled cat

16. What makes their stomach turn?

Caine- hmmm. this isnt something thats really happened before,,,, but i think its pretty similar with what i mentioned here, they got a spidey sense if the signal for the spidey sense was an extremely panicky feeling in their gut. i havent really thought of what would disgust them or even cross their morality enough to react that way. new thing to think about! the image of caine sneering at somebody/thing is a very fun thought.

Cecilia- like caine, shes also rather resilient, so its hard to find a situation where her stomach would turn. on top of that, she finds intrigue in the things most people find disgusting (blood and viscera for once thing), so almost nobodys seen her actually in that state. themmy has though! it was during a prank when she swapped out cecis chocolate chip cookies for raisins, she spat the whole thing out. ceci didnt talk to her for a week after that. shes never going to forget the moment she realized she was back at the farm. shes never felt so helpless before. she loses herself in those memories sometimes.

10. What lie do they most frequently remember telling? Does it haunt them?

Caine- caine doesnt actively tell lies a lot, just omits the truth. the most frequent one for him would probably be being a regene. even with being a villain or pupeteering hark, its not an actual lie they say out loud. however, its a bit unavoidable for being a regene lol. they have no regrets, its a matter of his safety and it could actively put their own plans in jeopardy, so they see no problem with it.

Cecilia- cecilia? cecilia doesnt lie! shes a very honest step thats super blunt about everything! you can trust her to always tell you what shes thinking! except for every principle shes built on. who she is as a person. hell, if she even is a person in the first place. but thats ok, thats not lying, thats just being stupid, a little silly if you will. the thought doesnt count as haunting her if she doesnt confront it!

3. How do they put themselves to bed at night (reading, singing, thinking?)

Caine- does working count. they dont have a solid sense of time, and he often loses himself in the process whenever he makes something, so a solid 60-65% of the time theyll end up falling asleep at their desk. if he remembers to go to sleep, hell either end up escaping to hark, or if they need a clear head, just thinking. theyve got a rather active imagination so you could imagine it as someone getting a story to sleep. sometimes theyll get some white noise to accompany it.

Cecilia- sketching! she keeps a notebook by her bedside table to draw things that happened during the day. the subject varies depending on her fancy, but either way, its a good way to help her get her thoughts out. sorta like journaling, but with the added benefit of being able to put down what shes feeling even if she cant place it (plus nobody could interpret what she puts in there even if somebody finds it, which is pretty sweet)

questions from here!

[inlimahq]

CHARACTER INFO:

Birthday: May 25, 1984

Family: Beiste

Gender/Pronouns: Cisfemale & she/her

Sexuality: Queer

Occupation: Employee of Spidey Senses Comics

Relation: Adopted

Birth Order: Oldest

Secret: Before the repeal of Don't Ask, Don't Tell, Terra was dating a fellow Marine by the name of Brandi. When the woman died in combat, Terra couldn't openly admit to having been romantically involved with her and couldn't get off for the funeral. Every year, Terra leaves, or has someone else leave, a dozen red roses tied with a lavender ribbon and a single violet on Brandi's grave.

SOME THINGS ABOUT TERRA:

tw: death, suicide

Terra was born and raised for most of her life in North Carolina. While in middle school her and her father moved to Lima, Ohio. Her father had been a Marine but switched to the Air National Guard Reserve  which is what led to the move. Her parents had divorced the year prior and for reasons unknown to Terra, her mother wanted nothing to do with her.

When Terra was fifteen, her father, suffering with various vices brought on by PTSD and other mental health issues, committed suicide. All family members who could have taken Terra in, were either found unsuitable or outright refused. This left Terra at the hands of the foster system. Thankfully, she didn’t have long to wait as Sheldon Beiste took her in and would adopt her within the year.

Going into the Marine Corps had always been Terra’s goal in life. From a young age, her father had been her hero and despite having seen what the after effects of it had been, she still went for it, and went for it hard. Terra was good at what she did and dedicated to her work. The kind of person who was married to her job, a career Marine, as they were often called. She ended up being selected to go through evaluations to become part of the Marine Raider Regiment. Her areas of expertise included language and close quarter combat. The kind of person to get up close and personal and come out on top.

Unfortunately, Terra would sustain near fatal injuries, primarily to her head and upper body that would see an end to her career as a Marine. Waking up in the hospital barely able to hear out of her right ear, and what she could hear was ringing, was almost more terrifying than realizing she couldn’t see. In time, some of her eyesight would return and a hearing aid would limit the constant ringing in her ear enough that she could actually hear out of it. In time, with various therapy and a service dog named Alfred at her side, Terra returned home to Lima.

In the two years since returning to Lima, Terra hasn’t necessarily done much with herself. She’s still adjusting to civilian life and life without sight. While she’s still rather independent, she relies more than she’d like on Sheldon and the rest of her family. She has, however, recently gotten a job at Spidey Senses Comics, needing something to do with her time and with a deep love of all things nerd and comic, it made the most sense to her.

Terra's hobbies include singing, playing video games, and playing DnD. She's primarily a DM and has adapted her playstyle to accommodate for her sight loss. She knows multiple languages and has been learning braille. Terra absolutely adores peppermint anything and will sacrifice you for a bag of York Peppermint Patties, no questions asked.

Terra is fiercely loyal and protective of her family. Despite being older than all of her siblings by more than a decade, she's the kind of person who will throw hands for them in a heartbeat. She won't stand for the wrong choices they make, but she will defend their rights surrounding the aftermath of those choices.

[drunk-onsunlight]

Day #3 of Promptmas

Chapter 3: Mind if move in closer?

Summary:

Movie night between Ned, Betty, MJ and Peter and a little of Spidey patrolling NYC

Chapter 1: Beautiful what’s your hurry?

Chapter 2: I’ll hold your hands (they’re just like ice) 

Chapter 3

Concept: Caroling & Watching Christmas movies together

Dialogue: “The best way to spread Christmas cheer is singing loud for all to hear!” & “I love you but your taste on Christmas music is horrible”

“Peter? Are you listening to me?” Ned told him over the earpiece. Peter was distracted. Thank God he wasn’t swinging, the cold air was hitting his face while he was sitting on a rooftop.

“sorry Ned. I’m just thinking about something”

“and that’s clearly bothering you. What is it? Is Morgan ok?” Peter loved the way his friends bounded with his little sister, they weren’t actually related but the feeling was just the same. And having Ned, Betty and MJ get along with her was pure magic, he felt like he could trust them with big things like the Stark relationship he held with not just Tony but Pepper, Morgan and Happy, even when MJ and Betty didn’t know he is Spider-Man.

“something Pepper said today.  I don’t know what she was talking, well, not what a who”

“a who? Ok, you need to speak clearly, you don’t make any sense, Peter”

"you know Morgan was visiting the apartment, right?" "yeap. What about that?" "well, at some point we were chatting and drinking some hot chocolate and Pepper called, I had the call on speaker and she said something a about "my girlfriend" that she wanted to meet her and should take her to their house for a coffee or a lunch or whatever. But I don't have a girlfriend" "yes, that's a little weird. Did Morgan know about that?" "no! She totally freak out and threat me for keeping secrets from her, then Em told her I was too weird to date someone and that was it" why he was friking out so much about a stupid conversation? He didn't have a girlfriend and he just needed to call Pepper and correct her. That was it "Peter, are you scared that MJ may think you actually have a girlfriend?" Peter sensed the smile on Ned's face without seeing him "what? Of course no. She doesn't have to do anything with this" nop, she wasn't the problem, he was just to anxious to call Pepper and correct her "hum. You sure? I remember you having a massive crush on her back in senior year at high school. Maybe living with her made those feelings show up again" now he was regretting telling Ned about that all those years ago "Ned, that was a long time ago and then, well, you know, Gwen and all of that happened and I don't think I have feelings for MJ or that I want to have a relationship with someone" Gwen was everything he ever dreamed in a girl and his Spider-Man duties messed everything up leaving him with another death on his shoulders alongside Ben's. That's exactly why he tried to protect MJ, she didn't need to be in danger just because she knew his secret identity. Ned never had problems with him being a target for being a FOS, but with Betty, that was other story and the same reason she didn't know either. "I'm just saying Peter. This doesn't have to be about Gwen or even MJ, it's about you totally friking out about something that can be fixed with a call. You need to sleep, all this patrol and the cold are messing with your head. Go get some rest Pete" Ned was right, he needed to sleep and call Pepper to clarify the wrong information. "I'm calling it quits for tonight. It was a slow night after all. Thanks for listening Ned, say hi to Betty for me please" after a short goodbye and a promise for a movie date with Peter and MJ, Ned finished the call and Peter got up from the rooftop. He arrived home at 2am, he was glad they could pay a small apartment with windows on both their rooms and not just one, like others he had visited while looking for a place to move. That made everything easier, MJ never knew when he went out or came back from patrol, and if something was too bad he texted her that he was out early when he probably was recovering in the Avengers facilities. The next day he woke up to MJ humming a pop song, she was in a good mood so probably she already took a tea or a coffee. Peter got 4 full hours of sleep since he arrived from patrol and he considered that a win.

“Mornin’” Peter knew he looked totally wrecked but he felt good, like the Christmas spirit was taking over him.

“Hey, loser. Want some coffee?” Her hair was on a messy bun. All her curls were framing her face, she looked beautiful.

“Yeah. Thanks”

“I was thinking, maybe we could decorate today. Do you have something to do?”

“Aammm, no. I’m free. Jameson haven’t called and I am not offering myself until next Monday, I’m really tired” Ned was right, he needed to rest. Rhino, college, The Bugle… J. J. Jameson and his idea that Spider-Man was a threat but anyway having photos of him on every front page he could, everything was too much right now.

“Have you talked to Ned? He said something about a movie night with Betty the other day when we talked” Yes! The movie night they have agreed last night.

“Yeah. He mentioned something last night. We can decorate the apartment and then invite them for some fun. I think we need it” He knew MJ was stressed too and having Betty and Ned around was a good distraction for everyone.

He took his coffee and then helped MJ doing some scrambled eggs for they breakfast and he went to take a shower. After his shower he changed clothes to some Christmas sweeter that he knew MJ was going to make fun of it. While he was deciding in using his Spider-Man socks or his Christmas tree socks he started playing some carols on his phone. He created a full playlist on his Spotify for this moment.

He went out of his room and found Michelle carrying the boxes with the Christmas decorations. How she managed to hold three boxes at the same time was a mystery. If he didn’t knew he was Spider-Man he could swear that she was Spider-Man, but that was a stupid idea. MJ was strong enough to lift the boxes by herself without superpowers, maybe they weren’t that heavy and he was just making things up.

“Oh, God! Seriously? That one?” Peter knew MJ didn’t like that sweeter. It was a Rudolf one with a big red nose that you pressed and it started playing Christmas carols, May bought it for him two years ago and he loved it.

“I know you secretly love it. Press the nose”

“No!”

“Press the nose. I know you want to” He crossed the living room and got close to her

“No! Stop it” She started to run away from him, sorting boxes while crossing the room

“Press the nose, come on MJ!” he was trying to get to her and they ended up running around the sofa, avoiding the boxes and the coffee table. MJ started laughing when Peter got close to her and tried to grab her arm but she managed to get loose and he ended holding her hand for a few seconds until she kept running away.

“We need to start decorating or Ned and Betty are going to arrive and we haven’t done anything” She was still laughing. Peter loved to make her laugh, it wasn’t an easy task but he loved the challenge.

They spend the morning and past midday decorating a Christmas tree that was basically some fake branches placed like a real Christmas tree, MJ said it reflected her soul. Every Christmas, Peter decorated the branches with bright colors, he hang some toys or pushies and tried to add many colors to it. He said to MJ that it was the perfect representation of the two of them, the black, perfectly placed branches for her and the colorful decorations for him.

MJ placed the stockings on their small fake fireplace along with some holly, then moved to the window and decorated it with led lights and tinsel, she finished the decorations placing the wreath on their front door. Everything looked perfect, now they needed to set their cushions and blankets for their movie night.

Two hours later the apartment looked totally different from the day before. Ned and Betty arrived after MJ and Peter took their lunch. They opened the door and found a very smiley Betty using a pink dress and a huge fluffy coat accompanied with Ned using a Christmas sweeter and jeans.

“Hey Betty!” MJ and Betty always found lots of things to talk about. Betty had managed to make MJ open more about her feelings, her college and even family, Peter was very impressed by Betty and her ability to make MJ talk like her life depended on it. But Ned and Peter were never included in those kinds of conversations.

“Hey Dork” in high school MJ called them losers or dorks, now Peter was the loser and Ned was the dork. MJ and Ned did a little hand shake they made up in high school and she moved back a little so Peter could say hi to their friends while everybody entered the apartment. Ned and Peter did their usual handshake and then Peter kissed Betty’s cheek.

“MJ, the apartment looks amazing” Betty was looking around the living room like she was in the White House and surrounded of the most beautiful Christmas decorations

“It was mostly me so, thank you”

“Hey!! I helped!”

“The tree, right Peter?” Betty knew them too well

“Of course. That masterpiece is my doing” He was very proud of this year results with the decoration of the tree and Ned was looking at it like it was the most beautiful Christmas tree ever

“I love it, Peter” Ned said, always being the supporting friend

“MJ we can make some pizza for the movie night while the boys look for the movies we can watch. Would you like that?” Peter knew that was a key word for “we need to talk without loser and dork listening”

“Yes! I would love to” They moved quickly to the kitchen and started talking right away in whispers.

“That was fast” Ned was looking at Betty with adoring eyes while Peter was looking at MJ moving around the kitchen, totally owning the small space

“Well, we can make the best of our time without them”

“Christmas carols?” they looked at each other on a silent talk they have grown to develop along the years they have meet

Peter showed Ned his playlist full of Christmas carols and they connected a small speaker so they could hear the music through the whole apartment.

“ Jingle bells, jingle bells Jingle all the way Oh, what fun it is to ride In a one horse open sleigh”

The speaker started to sing and soon both of them started to sing along.

“Hey, jingle bells, jingle bells Jingle all the way Oh, what fun it is to ride In a one horse open sleigh”

Ned turned the volume up and stared to sing louder with Peter, making both girls to turn around and look at them. They were singing louder and louder each time the same lines were sung by the speakers on the living room.

“Ned!!!” Peter heard Betty over the loud music and pocked Ned for him to just sing louder

“Ned, Betty is calling you” Peter told Ned close to his ear so he made sure Ned was listening to him. He stopped singing and ran to the kitchen to hug Betty

“I’m here. Do you need anything?” Peter could see how soft Ned was around Betty all the time, it was really nice to see them so happy and comfortable with each other

“Yes. Can you do me a favor? Stop singing, please. I love you but your taste on Christmas music is horrible” Betty was looking at Ned with all the love in the planet but serious enough for Ned to know that she mean it

“Not just that the song is totally awful and the lyric doesn’t make sense but also that you both are terrible singers”

“Aw MJ! But the best way to spread Christmas cheer is singing loud for all to hear!”

“Then can you take some singing lessons for next year?” MJ was teasing him, he wasn’t that bad at singing. He knew it

“Just if you sing with me” He had heard MJ singing and she was really good at it, but she never let anyone hear her singing too loudly, just soft whispers. With that comment MJ turned around and kept doing the base for the pizza. Ned said something to Betty’s ear and then gave her a little peck on the cheek and moved away from her.

Peter could see MJ and Betty chatting while Betty was putting some toppings for the pizza, at the same time she was telling Michelle something and they both looked excited over what they were speaking. Well, as excited as MJ could look over Betty’s news. Her face was mostly expressionless but her eyes were shinning, that was all he needed to know she was interested in whatever they were talking.

“Peter?”

“Mmm?”

“Can you stop looking at MJ with those puppy eyes and pay attention to me?” Ned had a mocking tone

“I’m not making “puppy eyes” at MJ”

“Then I’m getting worried if those eyes are for Betty” Ned was having too much fun mocking him “But seriously, I need to tell you something” Peter turned his head to see Ned’s face and found mixed emotions there

“What is it?”

“I need your help for buying Betty’s Christmas present”

“Yeah, of course. Do you know what to buy or you want me to ask her casually what she wants?”

“I know what I’m buying but I need you to go with me and pick it with me”

“Okaaaay… Can I know what is it? It’s like a big thing? Do we need to hire someone to help us take it to your house?” Peter was confused to say the least

“I’m buying an engagement ring” Ned spoke so fast and so quiet that if it wasn’t for Peter superpowers he had totally missed the phrase

“Ned, that’s amazing!” Peter was really happy for them and totally available to help them to be happy together

“It’s not a surprise, but it is a surprise. We have talked about getting married eventually and we have been dating for a long time and living together is just feels right, so I want to make it official” Peter had a small flashback to a few hours ago, how living with someone felt right. Him trying to catch MJ, making breakfast and shopping with Morgan. Some things felt right, so he totally got what Ned was talking about. Not that he was getting married to MJ but they were close enough to understand the feeling

“Tell me when and where and I will be there. I will be happy to help”

“Thanks! I really want to pick the perfect ring for her” now Ned was making puppy eyes at Betty. It was really cute to see them so in love after such a long time.

“Guys! Pizza is almost done so that movies better be ready” Betty was pointing at them with a spatula as a threat

“They will be ready when you both finish that delicious pizza, honey” Ned moved quickly to the bag were he had brought the movies for them to watch. They picked Love Actually, they all loved the movie and it was perfect for the season.

They girls took the two pizzas they made to the coffee table and some plates. Ned ran to the kitchen and grabbed some mugs and the soda from the fridge. Their sofa wasn’t big enough for the four of them so Peter sat on the floor and helped pouring the soda on the four mugs. MJ closed the curtains and turned off the light. When everything was ready Ned sat with Betty lying on the couch with her head on Ned’s lap. Peter knew MJ wasn’t going to make Betty move to a sitting position for her to sit on the sofa with them, so she sat next to Peter on the floor.

Ned took the remote and stared the movie. Soon enough they finished the homemade pizzas and drank the soda. MJ covered herself with a blanket after half the movie and rested her head on the couch, close to Betty’s knees. Peter could see her trying not to fall asleep, he moved to place his empty mug on the coffee table and placed himself closer to MJ than he was before.

Their arms were pressed against each other and he felt MJ laughing softly to something happening on the movie. He wasn’t paying attention anymore, too focused on the heat radiating from MJ while she was tightly wrapped on her blanket. Was she actually cold? While Peter was divagating, MJ placed her head on Peter shoulder and he froze.

He thanked every God, Lord and Supreme master he was taller than MJ now, just for a few centimeters but that small difference made easier for them to keep the posture without hurting MJ’s neck. He tried not to breath too hard to not bother her or make her move, he also pretended not to hear her heart racing while placing his head over hers  and then slowing down as she felt asleep. The movie was coming to an end and he tried to look at Ned.

Betty was asleep on Ned’s lap and he was playing with her hair. They shared a look and decided to wake the girls up so they could all go to sleep. After they woke up, Betty and Ned decided to go home, it wasn’t late after all. MJ and Peter organized the room and lifted everything from the coffee table and took the plates and mugs to the kitchen. Peter was definitely skipping patrol, he wanted to rest a little now that Rhino had disappeared several days ago. He knew he was coming back any minute and he needed to be ready for that.

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strawberry lip gloss- s.h.

a/n: pining!steve is a baby and i hope you like him <3 also @stevesharrlngtons this is for u beeb 

summary: steve’s in love with his best friend, but doesn’t want to lose her because of his feelings, so he’s never gonna talk about it. except when he almost kissed her. there’s that. 

wc:1.6k

He knows he fucked up.

And he’s fucked up before, seems to be all he does when he’s in love with someone, but this one, this feels like a real fuck up. 

And it’s the worst thing in his life to fuck up, because having her in it- she’s the best. She’s his best friend, the other half of his heart, the person who finishes his sentences and knows what he needs to hear before he even knows he needs anything. 

She’s his best friend in every sense of the word, in every definition of the role, and if there’s anything he doesn’t want to do, it’s jeopardize her presence in her life.   

Which is exactly what got him here. 

It happened on a Friday, the same kind of Friday they always have. She’d picked him up from his shift at the mall and they’d gone back to his house, (big and empty and not alone because of her), and watched old tapes he had on hand.

It’s the best part of his week. She’d sometimes lean into him, and if she was feeling risky or if he’d pulled out his dad’s brandy for extra special days, she’d curl into him like that’s how all friends watch movies together. Shared blankets and loud laughter and too little space taken up on a too big couch. 

That Friday, though, they’d just been watching something with root beers and tangled legs. She wore rose perfume and her hair up, and she’s lovely.

And okay, he might like her. He might have a crush on his best friend, the one with doe eyes and a laugh like music, the one who can make any bad day better and sings along to music with him in his car like no one’s watching. 

It’s a little hard not to be. 

And he was a little drunk on the feeling of her, warm and close to him. She’d always been so pretty, but right then, under the light of just the TV and passing cars out of the window, eyes trained on the screen. She wore strawberry lip gloss even though they were eating popcorn and she was wearing his jacket, sharing his drink, and he wanted to kiss her. 

And it was stupid, because before he knew it- he almost did. 

A slow lean in, the scent of strawberry and her perfume, her breath so sweet and close and then-

He realized what the fuck he was doing. He couldn’t, what, kiss his best friend, is he crazy? 

He can’t- losing her is not an option. And maybe she’d have kissed back, and maybe they’d have been something great but this, these evenings and these moments and all the light she brings in his life- he can’t risk it. He couldn’t. 

But it was too late, and she’d seen it, and pulled back from it like he’d insulted her. 

The next few moments were a blur, her standing up to leave and the panic rising because no, that wasn’t what he wanted and she really could stay, no he didn’t mind, and her thanking him sharply before making her exit swift.

And now, it’s been two days, 48 hours and too many minutes since he’d last seen her.  

He can’t stop thinking about it. 

He can’t stop thinking about how she’d been smiling, just the smallest upward curve, and how she’d really- she really might’ve wanted to, and everything that might’ve came after.

He’d be a good boyfriend. He wouldn’t be late to dates, he’d make her laugh and hold her hand and be what she needed, he would. He’d be the best he could.

And he fucked it up.

He’s got her favorite flowers and he’s heading to her house (which is stupid, it’s not like it’s gonna work) and he doesn’t know what he even wants, just knows that having her be pissed at him is the worst thing in the world. 

When she opens the door to see him, she smiles despite herself, and damn the whole situation, she’s still got the prettiest smile he’d ever seen.

“Hey.” Steve says, because he’s a fucking idiot and couldn’t think of anything else to say. And she’s looking at him, christ why couldn’t he be normal-

“Hey, Steve,” she replies, voice neutral, but then, she smiles, “Are those for me?”

The flowers. Right.

“For you? Yes! Yes. These- for you. Yeah.”

Kill him. Kill him. He’s such an idiot. 

“Thanks,” she giggled, “Wanna come in?”

And he does, quicker than he’s willing to admit, and when she grabs the vase to put the flowers in, he can’t stop looking at her. 

“I’m sorry,” he spits out, “I’m sorry and I know that I fucked up and that’s why you didn’t return my calls but if you’ve listened to my messages and stuff you know I really, really am sorry and I miss you.”

She blinks for a second before looking at him again, her expression unchanging until…

Until she looks, well, sad, a flash of something almost like heartbreak on her face, and he hates it. And he doesn’t know what he can do, apologize again, or anything. 

“I’m the one who’s sorry, Steve,” she sighs, a sharp exhale and her eyes squeezed shut. She runs a hand through her hair and he hates it, how he can’t give her a hug or even be in her orbit. 

But she doesn’t need to be sorry. She’s not the one who fucked them up. 

“What?”

“I-“ she cuts herself off and takes another breath, “I know you don’t…feel that way about me. And I got carried away. I think part of it was- I don’t know. It was a moment and it passed and I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

And- none of that makes sense. Because it sounds like she wanted to kiss him, like she wanted to be with him, and she thinks he’s rejected her. That he doesn’t want her back.

“I didn’t call back because it was embarrassing. I just, I won’t let it happen again. I’m sorry.” She still looks sad.

(He hates that look, he hates it. He knows what it is, that oh, he doesn’t want me, expression written all over features he adores. He’s hated every guy that put it on her face and now he’s on that list too.)

“You think I don’t like you?”

He never knows what to say. And this isn’t right either, and he can’t seem to get it right with her, can’t seem not to hurt her, and it just. He wants her to stop looking at him like that. 

“We’re best friends, Steve, I know that.”

“No, I tried to kiss you, you can’t think I don’t like you,” and it’s all just spilling out, none of this is going to plan. He was supposed to be denying it but. 

But it’s ridiculous for her to think that, to think she’s the one with the ridiculous fantasy of being with someone she could never deserve. It’s him. It’s always been him. 

“I wanted to kiss you before then, I want to kiss you like all the time! Do you remember that Halloween party where I was staring at you so much Dustin gave me shit? I still remember what lipstick you were wearing. Shit, I’m so gone for you I was gonna come over here and beg you to forgive me.”

Her eyes are wide as saucers, her pretty mouth in an ‘o’.

“Not that you have to, you know, date me or anything, I know I was kind of an asshole in high school and you- you don’t-“

“Steve, shut up.” 

He’s sure he looks stupid, standing there rambling about parties and crushes and how she didn’t have to date him and he’s expecting it, expecting her to tell her she doesn’t love him, doesn’t even like him. 

This is why he never should’ve leaned in. It’s not like she’d have wanted him anyway. 

“Steve?” she speaks again, and this time, she’s closer to him, closer in silence and it’s almost like Friday night, with her so close, and she’s still beautiful. She’s still wearing strawberry lip gloss and he still wants to kiss her.

“I really like you.”

And that’s- her eyes are sparkling, and she’s smiling despite all of it, and he wants- there are so many things he wants. And it’s so much to hear, it’s like she’s offered him everything.

“You like me?”

She rolls her eyes, which is something only she can manage to do and still look kind, before she leans in, wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him in. And she kisses him. 

She kisses him, and he’s not scared of ruining the friendship, scared of anything, just thinking about strawberry lipgloss and every single time he’s wanted to and no matter how good he thought it would be, it was better. She’s the best thing he’s ever held.

“Really. Really like you.” she snarks after she pulls away, not getting far after with his arms around her waist (no, he’s not sure when that happened) and smiles at up.

“I really like you too.” 

He’s not good with his words and he certainly didn’t really do this right. He’s going to ask her to be his girl probably five seconds from now, and she’s going to laugh and say yes, but for now none of it matters, because she’s good with her words, and even better with her choices.

And so when she’s the one to kiss him again, smiley and more about joy than anything else, he indulges, because of all the things to be able to indulge in, her affection must be the best. 

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[caramelcaramelcaramelao3]

when they went to the movies

Peter checked his phone. “Ned says the car broke down.”

MJ rolled her eyes. “Get him to Uber!”

“I don’t think we have time, the movie’s about to start.”

Reluctantly, MJ followed Peter into the theatre, hyper aware that this was the first time they’d hung out one-on-one. She was hyper aware him at all times, anyways, so hyper awareness squared was really overwhelming. 

They took their seats, middle of the row, a few rows up from the front, perfect seating. Except that the seats were tiny, and impossibly close together, so MJ couldn’t not be touching Peter. 

Hyper awareness cubed. 

The previews were ending, and MJ cursed whatever gods made Ned’s car break down so close to the beginning of the movie. So inconsiderate of them. 

As the movie began, she could feel Peter tense up next to her. She picked at the popcorn, trying to distract herself. 

The music was whimsical, which only served to take her out of it. Coco wasn’t her choice. She would’ve much rathered something darker, but Peter and Ned loved Pixar movies, so here she was. 

When the narration began, she immediately had about a million criticisms. Seriously? Her dad left so she swore off music? Hold a grudge and deal with your daddy issues on your own. 

Besides, MJ was pretty sure Disney had stolen the story from an actual family without compensating or crediting them. And she didn’t love the idea of supporting that. 

But Peter was clearly enjoying himself, grinning and bobbing his head to the upbeat music, already fully invested in the movie. 

MJ tried not to be obvious about stealing quick glances out of the corner of her eye. 

He was truly a beautiful boy. 

She was so focused on eating popcorn, and not being obvious as she looked at him, that suddenly there was a Frida Kahlo looking woman making dancers climb up a giant cactus. 

God, this was such a weird movie. 

“Hey,” MJ whispered, “I’m gonna go to the bathroom.”

Peter nodded, taking the popcorn bucket from her. MJ side-stepped down the aisle, apologizing to people as she passed in front of them. 

Once she was out of the theatre, she could breathe. 

She leaned against the wall for a minute, eyes squeezed shut, taking in deep breaths. 

Come on, MJ, just be normal. It’s not that hard. 

She did actually have to go to the bathroom. She’d sipped steadily through the first act, and finished her extra large Coke, and now her bladder was bursting. So she took a quick bathroom break, and then went and bought a bottle of water before going back into the movie. 

She side-stepped down the aisle to her seat again, and sat back down next to Peter. He was still absolutely hypnotized by the movie.

There was now a glowing lioness with wings sneaking into a talent show. Fucking wack. 

She was definitely going to make Peter listen to one of her podcasts on the drive home. 

She went back to picking at popcorn and stealing glasses. When she tried to open the water bottle and struggled (hey, tiny lids were the bane of her existence), Peter absent-mindedly took it and cracked it open for her. 

“Thanks, spidey,” she whispered, voice extra low. 

He shot her a look, but smiled. She smiled back. 

And now her stomach was extra fluttery. Hyper awareness to the fourth power. 

They turned back to the movie, where skeletons were dancing in a guitar-shaped pool, and Peter got sucked back in instantly. 

MJ let her mind wander. 

At first, she tried to distract herself with the podcast episode that was coming out later, wondering which unsolved murder they’d be talking about this week. 

But Peter shifted, and more of his arm was pressed against her, and her brain short-circuited. 

She barely registered one character poisoning the other, an evil speech from a character once idolized. 

Instead, every brain cell was focused on the points of contact along her upper arm. 

She took a sip of water, and tried to distract herself again. 

Which paints was she running out of? Did she have to pick up new sketchpads yet? Why wasn’t Peter moving his arm?

And now there were characters sneaking around backstage, one singing onstage as security chased her. 

Peter gasped audibly as a camera turned on the antagonist, exposing him as a murderer to a crowded stadium. 

“Dork,” MJ breathed. 

“Shut up,” he responded quietly. 

The main character grabbed a guitar and rushed home, and Peter held his breath, arm tense against MJ’s.

And then the main character tried to remind his great-grandma of her father, and his family burst in, and tried to stop him. MJ took another sip of water, and the characters started singing together. 

Peter shuddered, and she looked over, and saw tears roll down his face. 

“Are you crying?”

He nodded, sniffling. “It’s so beautiful.”

MJ’s first instinct was to comfort him, but she couldn’t do that, could she?

So instead, she laughed. 

Peter looked at her, frowning, obviously hurt, and then turned back to the movie. 

Shit. 

She was the worst. 

He pulled his arm away from her, elbow now sitting awkwardly in his lap, and looking away as he wiped his tears away. 

The movie ended, and Peter got up and walked out as the credits started rolling. 

“Wait.”

She grabbed their garbage and followed him out as quickly as she could. 

“Peter, I’m sorry.”

“Look,” he said, spinning to face her, “I get that Disney movies aren’t your thing, but can you not laugh at me for getting emotionally invested?”

“I’m sorry,” MJ repeated, “I didn’t mean to.”

He gave her a confused look, and then kept going. MJ followed close behind, dumping their garbage in the nearest can, and pulling out her keys. 

“You can’t walk home. We’re nowhere close to Queens.”

He huffed. “Fine.”

He walked with her to her car, and got in, refusing to look at her. 

“I didn’t mean to laugh. I was going to...comfort you or something, and then I just-”

“Laughed at me while I was crying.”

MJ locked the car doors, and turned to him. “Okay, I told you when we became friends that I’m a little fucked up. I do shit I shouldn’t sometimes, but I know when I fuck up and I apologize.”

Peter sighed, deflating a little. “I know. I’m just...hurt.”

“And that’s fine. I was hurtful. It makes sense. But don’t shut me out.”

When Peter didn’t respond, MJ softened her tone. 

“I’m sorry I laughed at you.”

He tipped his head back against the seat. “I didn- I just- it sucks when someone you like laughs at you.”

He said it slowly and deliberately, squeezing his eyes shut. 

MJ was taken aback. That wasn’t what she was expecting to hear. Honestly, she was expecting the same thing she’d heard from her old friends. We accept your trauma, but only when it doesn’t affect us. Not in so many words, but still.

“Like?”

Peter looked at her, all big brown puppy dog eyes, eyes and nose still pink. 

She turned away, sticking her key in the ignition and turning the car on. Her hands gripped the steering wheel, foot still on the brake, willing herself to shift into drive but couldn’t. 

“I’m sorry, like?” she asked again. 

“I don’t wanna talk about it,” Peter said. “I’m sorry I said anything.”

But that meant it was something. 

MJ shifted into drive, and drove out of the parking lot. 

They sat in silence for a few moments. MJ hadn’t bothered to turn on the podcast. It didn’t seem quite appropriate anymore, anyways.

But she couldn’t handle the silence. And she kept replaying his words in her head. 

“I like you,” she said softly, voice shaking, knuckles turning white on the wheel.

Peter looked at her for a moment, before turning back to the road. “Oh.”

“Have for a while.”

He was tense again. She didn’t need super-senses to figure that out. 

“I didn’t mean to tell you like that,” Peter said. 

“I didn’t want it to come out like this, either.”

“Um, can we go to the diner before we go home?” Peter asked, clearing his throat. “I’m still hungry.”

MJ glanced at him. “Spider-metabolism?”

He nodded. 

“Alright.”

MJ took the next left, taking a shortcut to the diner. 

When they arrived, Peter unlocked his door and got out before MJ had even put the car in park. 

She jogged to catch up with him, and they sat down at their usual booth. 

“It feels weird to be here, just the two of us,” MJ remarked, shaking a little. 

Peter nodded. The waitress came by. 

“Where are Ned and Betty?”

Peter shook his head. “Betty’s on vacation, Ned had to take his car to the shop.”

The waitress nodded. “So, the usuals for you two?”

“Yes, please,” MJ said. 

“Actually, I’ll get the shoestring fries instead of the crinkle cuts today.”

The waitress smiled, writing our orders down on her notepad, and then heading off to the kitchen. 

Peter looked down at the table, specifically the edge of it. Along the side, there were initials carved in by countless couples. The diner scraped off the old paint and redid it every couple of years, but it had been a while since the last time they had. 

“Looking for Ned and Betty’s?”

“Looking for ours.”

She blinked. “What do you mean?”

Peter took a deep breath. “Do you remember the party we went to...two months ago?”

“Flash’s?”

He nodded. “Yeah, well, when I was really drunk, Ned took me here. And I was talking about you, and carved our initials in here somewhere. I don’t know why.”

On an impulse, MJ got up and moved to his side of the booth, to look for their initials carved in the paint with him. 

Finally, she spotted it. MJ + PP. 

“Here.”

He looked over, and smiled softly. “It was childish.” He looked up at her. “Go ahead, laugh.”

She wilted, guilt swelling in her chest. “Peter-”

His smile grew. “I’m kidding.”

MJ went to smack him, and he grabbed her wrist midair and kissed her. 

She was secretly just a little glad she’d laughed at him. 

for @thollandaya

[gloriafc]

How he acts when you're pregnant:Paul Lahote

He's actually the one who points out something is off about you.

"I can't explain it, something just sounds off." "You want me to go to the doctor because something... sounds off? What drug did you take?" "I'm serious babe." "And I'm serious about the drug."

You reluctantly get in the car as Paul takes you to the free clinic.

Ohhh but neither of you expect what the doctor tells you.

"Nothing's wrong with you. The tests we took show that you're pregnant."

You both sit in silence as the doctor does an ultrasound, playing your baby's heartbeat so you can hear. You can feel Paul gripping your hand as you wrap your head around the fact that you have a human inside of you.

"Alright judging by the size of the fetus you look to be about 8½ weeks along."

The two of you stay silent as you walk back to the car, ultrasound pictures in hand with a list of prenatal vitamins you should start taking. It's not until you're both sitting in the parked car staring at the clinic you just came from, that the news actually hits you.

"Dude I have two hearts!"

Paul stares at you before starting to laugh making you laugh as well. Having kids was something you two talked about when you first got engaged, now you're married. Now neither of you can contain your excitement, but you both know it's bad luck to tell anyone until your second trimester.

"I don't care if Jared's your best friend. It's bad juju, and I will not have it and it's negative energy. You don't see me telling Emily."

Since finding out the off sound he heard was your baby's heartbeat in sync with yours, he stays up listening to it on nights he can't sleep, or when you fall asleep before him.

Since he's the only one of the pack that's so in tune to you, no one notices the extra heartbeat when you're around.

Paul thought you were hot before and after you started dating. Let's be honest you have him in the palm of your hand. But now that you have a bump, his mouth waters just looking at you. He's now wrapped around your little finger. Just wait until this baby gets here.

Your bump is still small enough so no one can see it if you're wearing baggier clothes and since it's always rainy, you use it to your advantage since you two still haven't told anyone.

Of course it gets to the point where you can only wear sweaters for so long. And the bigger your bump gets the more handsy Paul gets. Making it very noticeable to the pack.

Jared actually makes a joke about it one day, not expecting you to confirm it.

"Damn Y/N if I didn't know better, with how much Paul's around you I'd say you're pregnant." "Well..." "Shut the fuck up! Really?!"

Of course everyone is like family so they all want to congratulate you, and to see the bump. It also makes Paul uncomfortable having so many people around you at one time.

"Alright that's enough." "I didn't get my turn!" "And I don't really care."

Emily can't put into words how proud she is. She watched the man grow from a boy with temper issues and someone with out parent figures, to someone starting a family with the one person who loves him as much as he loves her. Everyone can say that Paul would definitely be a good dad. He's a huge family man, even though you technically don't have kids yet, he ended up letting you get a cat after you moved in with him. And the big ol softy said he didn't want one.

Now that everyone knows you go back to wearing your fitted shirts, something Paul didn't know he needed so much in his life.

Everyone knows 2000s r&b is your go to music station for anything that doesn't involve headphones. So when Paul comes home from patrol to you in your zone cleaning while singing and dancing he can't help the smile that quickly spreads as he leans against the doorframe watching you, knowing one day you'll be doing the exact same thing but instead of a baby in your belly, it'll be in your arms.

The one thing you love about having a baby daddy that doesn't wear shirts is you get to steal them all when you start getting too big for your own shirts, saving money on maternity clothes.

What Paul has found out is the bigger you get the more dresses you wear, and he loves seeing you in dresses pregnant or not. He couldn't understand why, since you don't really like wearing dresses until Emily tells him it's because you don't have to wear pants.

One thing he loves is watching the baby move. He'll run his finger along certain spots on your stomach and watch as a tiny hand or foot press back following the path he drew.

The baby seems to calm down when he talks, so he'll just talk about random things until you fall asleep knowing the baby moving too much was the reason you were still up.

He's been to every appointment. He's switched shifts with some of the pack to ensure he would be next to you in the doctors office.

The day he found out you were having a boy, he didn't know what to feel. Everyone bet on you guys having a girl, so he kind of had his hopes set on a girl, but he couldn't be happier either way.

"At least you won't be fighting off boys anytime soon." "If we ever have a daughter and she looks anything like you, I'm training to become an MMA fighter."

I wouldn't say his temper has gotten worse the closer you get to your due date, but your imprint bond has definitely strengthened making him more aggressive to the things you don't like. He has Spidey senses for when you're starting to get uncomfortable, and it's a huge lifesaver for when people want to touch your stomach.

"Is the baby kicking? Can I fee-" "I'd appreciate if you didn't" "I was just going to ask her if I could feel the babys kicks." "And I'd appreciate if you didn't touch my wife or child."

He's learned what your cravings are and that they happen randomly. So he started making trips to the store on his way home from patrol to pick up a certain bag of chips, or keeping a jar of pickles in the car for the rides home from the doctors.

"Mmm you know what sounds good right now?" "There's a new jar of Nutella in the pantry, and your pretzels are on the nightstand." "You didn't even open your eyes." "It's 2:30 in the morning. You've had the same craving every other night since little nugget started kicking."

You end up staying pregnant a couple weeks past your due date, so when you can't sleep Paul will dance with you to soft music in the living room. Even though he doesn't like dancing, he knows how uncomfortable you are carrying his son for forty-two weeks. At this point he's doing everything he can to keep you happy, even though the only thing you want is to get the kid out of you.

Just his luck you went into labor while he was on patrol. You were at Emily's, Paul refusing to leave you alone. It was just you Emily, Kim, Colin, and Brady. The two boys had no idea what was going on when you started groaning in pain. When your water broke they were frantic to get out of the house, being the only way to tell Paul his son was ready was for them to phase. When I say Emily sped her way to the hospital, oh she could've starred in fast and the furious.

You were groaning and covered in sweat by the time the pack arrived. Since you were no where near dilated enough to start pushing the pack was able to come into the room.

Of course what no one knew about being pregnant with a pack member, Emily and Sam still not having any kids. In labor your body heats up matching their temperatures.

After hours of groaning and death staring everyone who asked you a stupid question, the doctor kicks everyone out. Emily and Paul are the ones you keep in the room, they quickly put on the gown and hairnet before holding onto your hands as you push.

Soon you have tears going down your face as your son is put on your chest.

After everyone visits and head home, leaving behind balloons and flowers for you. You lay on your hospital bed next to Paul. No matter how small a bed is, Paul will always sleep next to you. You find it incredibly uncomfortable if Paul isn't next to you when you sleep.

You rest your head on a sleeping Paul's chest, as he holds your sleeping son on his other side. His and your entire world in one place.

[severalspoons]

Liveblog: Rewatching Trigun, Episode 19

I like this episode even though the villains here are a real letdown after the Gung Ho Guns. I’m sure none of you are surprised.

Poor Meryl is still having nightmares about the hole in the fifth moon. It’s affecting her performance at work.

Of course Meryl’s obnoxious coworker’s name is Karen. 

There’s a very 1990s contrast between our smart, brave, somewhat androgynous looking heroine and this Barbie-doll-pretty, makeup and high-heels wearing, and of course much taller lady. “That attitude gets all the dangerous jobs...there’s no way you’ll ever achieve womanly happiness.” Just pretend to be incompetent and then you’ll get a man and be happy ever after. ::retches into the closest receptacle:: 

“How did it make you feel?” ...Really?

Millie sounds so excited about being punished by cleaning the window. I’m telling you, she’s a literal ray of sunshine.

Late 20 times in a row? Millie must have the worst case of ADHD and no way of waking herself up in the morning. Someone get that girl an alarm clock.

Meryl, your fake anger is even less convincing than usual. 

Karen: “It’s no use...there’s just some girls who’d risk their lives.” What’s it to her? Does she actually want to “help” Meryl, or just act superior?

Wolfwood is awful at desert travel. Vash was either brave or suicidal to journey with him. Wolfwood blames Vash, of course. 

Okay, I can see why @badwolferosewrites​ thinks they’re fighting like siblings. If said siblings were on a synchronized swimming team or something. Great comic relief.

Vash says he wants to go to a different town than their ultimate destination. A town where trouble is about to be brewing. This is why I think Vash has the plant equivalent of a “spidey sense” for trouble. How? Headcanons welcome.

Meryl sounds almost proud of Vash and his reputation.

“That’s ridiculous! When I saw him, he was weeping and eating piles of donuts at the same time.” Classic line. Vash must have been miserable. Why was he eating his feelings this time?

The radio announcer sounds like Vash did when he was trying to run everyone out of town a few episodes back.

“It’s not like it’s anything new, this kind of thing happens all the time. Even the most peaceful folk take up arms all the time if someone happens to threaten or kill a family member.” Wolfwood describes Gunsmoke in a nutshell. Being only human, he just accepts it and moves on with life. Considering that this happens in every town, pretty much all the time, and Vash takes responsibility for all of it, how does he decide where to intervene, and how does he make peace with the fact he can’t be in multiple places at once? (Or does he?).

“I’ve always had my suspicions you were no mere mortal, but I never imagined you were actually...a cat.” XD And of course Vash runs off and leaves Wolfwood with the tab. Rude.

“Let’s enjoy the peace while it lasts.” Famous last words. Millie knows it. But even for dramatic irony, that was fast.

Vash is such a sweetheart that even the Grumpiest Old Man is glad to see him. <3

I love how everyone gathers around the site of the sandsteamer crash and hostage situation as if they couldn’t be pelted by stray bullets any time. As if it were just a show to them. Wonder how often they’ve observed scenes like this?

lol at Wolfwood still eating that pasta he couldn’t afford, and yes he 100% deserved that punch in the head.

Did Meryl just shoot Millie’s gun with her foot?! Badass. When/where/how did she learn how to do that? Now there’s a fic I would read.

I love this SpiderVash moment:

Vash certainly hasn’t skipped working out his back muscles. 0.o

I love how utterly blase Vash’s voice sounds while singing about an ocean of blood and genocide. It’s more intimidating than if he were screaming and growling about it.

...OK Wolfwood, you can eat that noodle now. 

Nice rocket launcher, but don’t you think that’s overkill?

Best Wolfwood quote. Actually, one of the best quotes in the anime. I think he’s right. That said, this only supports Vash’s idea that we shouldn’t be the ones to decide who lives or dies.

You know Wolfwood’s troubled by the way he looks like he’s smoking, but the cigarette just dangles out of his mouth. We saw him do this in Episode 11 while deciding whether to go after Milly and the runaways.

“You people aren’t human!” That sounds like Steve... (Even on Earth, dehumanizing people like this is one of the most common ways we justify killing people, or locking them away permanently).

TBH, I don’t think Vash is very convincing. No moral or emotional arguments, just pleading. And letting himself be beaten up. I don’t get it, why does that work?

“You could never understand how I feel?” Wanna bet? In some sense, Vash feels responsible for everyone on Gunsmoke almost as if they were his children, and he watches them kill each other every day.

“The twelve idiots, myself included, were set free.” Ha.

“You’ve got to learn to take care of yourselves. Luck and persistence won’t last forever.” Then you’d be pleased to know how the insurance girls got themselves out of trouble this time. As for Vash, he additionally relies on cleverness, reflexes, using his reputation to manipulate people, and gunslinging skills.

...Um, Wolfwood, surely your mission isn’t over. Where are you going?

Aw, Meryl actually being nice to Vash for once. The ensuing conversation is pretty awkward, though. Not even a friendly greeting? Poor Meryl.  There continues to be 0 visible chemistry between them.

[spiderman-homecomeme]

Cute fluffy prompt: mj acts like she’s not impressed with the whole Spider-Man thing so peter keeps making excuses to show off his powers/strength in front of her

Okay this prompt is so freaking cute and im so sorry this took me forever, but here it is!! I hope you like it!!

Get ready for 1.5k of some good ol’ fashioned fluff

Peter shouldn’t be all that surprised that upon finding out his secret identity as the vigilante known as Spider-Man, Michelle reacts in perhaps the most Michelle-way possible.

She’s indifferent.

Not entirely impressed.

Maybe even a bit annoyed?

Now, it wasn’t as if he’d expected her to just… fawn over him, to sing his praises in her overt adoration of his deeds. He knew it wasn’t like that; MJ wasn’t like that. But… she could’ve at least faked some enthusiasm. A simple, “Wow! That’s cool!” would’ve been much appreciated.

She could have at least tried to reach Ned’s enthusiasm.

Because Peter has literal, actual superpowers for crying out loud.

He can climb walls.

He fights crime.

But nope.

Nothing.

Just the quirk of an eyebrow accompanied by a comically apathetic, “Yeah. And?”

Because of course she already knew.

The double take he’d done at her response may or may not have given him a minor case of whiplash. He’d sputtered, face turning an embarrassing shade of beet red as he scrambled to form coherent, human sentences—something that had become somewhat of a theme in his conversations with MJ.

It’s not as if he needs his ego stroked; honestly, that is the least of his priorities. But… he has this crazy, overwhelming desire for MJ’s seal of approval; hell, just a nod, a smile, or even a thumbs up would do. Some acknowledgement, at least.

He, for some inexplicable reason, wants so badly to just impress her.

And he finds himself caring a lot more about whether or not she’s impressed the more and more he tries.

She doesn’t care when he shows her his lightning fast reflexes; he’s lost count of how many times he’s asked her to throw something at him so he can show off that particular skill.

“Hey, MJ, toss me the remote?”

“Hey, MJ, pass me that can of sprite!”

“Hey, MJ, literally just throw my calc book at me.”

(He also wonders if he should be worried that she’s always willing to chuck something at his face every time he asks, without hesitation.)

She couldn’t care less when he hangs from the ceiling by a single thread—okay, it’s maybe more than that, but still—when they’re studying in her room one day, his face scrunched in concentration as he reads Great Expectations from his position.

He can feel her eyes on him, stare calculating as she watches him with a mix of judgement and confusion. An expression that wordlessly asks, “What the absolute fuck are you doing?”

“What?” As innocent as he can act in a situation like this, Peter shrugs, feigning ignorance. “It’s more comfortable.”

She scoffs.

She’s even more unimpressed, maybe even borderline annoyed, when he shows off just how agile he is by literally backflipping onto the couch during a movie night with her and Ned like he’s some kind of Olympic gymnast.

Peter’s smile is triumphant as he lands, feeling pretty damn good about himself, eyes not-so-subtly glancing over to MJ, trying to gauge her reaction.

“Was that necessary?” she asks, tilting her head in miffed bewilderment.

Okay, maybe she had a point.

Even Ned, who was arguably Spider-Man’s number one fan, seems to think the overt display of gymnastics is a bit much.

And that’s saying something.

Peter’s strength doesn’t really do much for her either, or at least he’s pretty sure it doesn’t. He can lift around ten tons,—but who’s counting, really?— stop a bus with his bare hands. He’s stopped the Winter Soldier’s actual metal arm before.

Come on, even the person with the highest standards in the world would think that was at least a little bit cool.

There may have been a hint of a smile, a faint sense of admiration and approval when he lifts up the school lockers with incredible ease, snatching the spare jar of web fluid, making sure to twirl it a couple of times for good measure.

“Wow,” she says, almost breathlessly, with a hint of… What is that?… Wonder? Reverence?

“Way to damage school property, Spidey.”

And like that, he deflates.

He brings out the big guns when he offers her a ride—or, a swing, if you will—when she’s running late to her after school job at one of the local bookstores. She agrees, but only after nearly rolling her eyes out of her head.

To this day, he can still feel the way the butterflies had nearly erupted in his stomach as she’d wrapped her arms around his neck, her body pressed against his as he’d gripped her waist, holding her steady; the way her breath had hitched in her throat as he leapt into the air, the way she’d buried her face in the crook of his neck, the ghost-like touch of her lips less than an inch from his jaw.

He can also still hear the way she’d screamed bloody murder right in his ear the entire swing.

He was pretty sure she might have puked all over him and his suit if it had lasted even a second longer.

Needless to say, Michelle was not impressed.

Not in the slightest.

Really, at this point, Peter begins to think that there was truly no way to please her.

And, slowly but surely, he gets to where he can kind of, sort of accept it.

He’s pretty sure he’ll never get over this whole desire to impress her, but for the time being, maybe he can chill a bit with the showing off.

After all, she’d said it better than he could have.

“Okay, now you’re just embarrassing yourself.”

He nods in silent, albeit a little sheepish, agreement, hands on his hips as he turns his gaze to the ground.

He’d just made one more, one more valiant effort in his quest to get MJ to admit that this whole Spider-Man thing was cool.

Actually offering to take her on patrol with him may have been a mistake.

This sunny Saturday afternoon must have been the day all the criminals in New York decided to take a day off.

And, yeah, it may not have been a good idea in hindsight, with the danger and all that. But give him a break, they were already hanging out… They just happened to change location and he just happened to be wearing his suit.

No big deal.

Plus, he would have never let anything happen to her.

And even with all of that, she’d laughed, actually laughed, and declined, returning to her book as she sat on the park bench.

He knows it’s a fruitless effort, but damn it, he had to give it one last shot.

They’re interrupted when they hear the nearby wailing cry for help of a little girl, and in an instant, Peter’s gone.

As it turns out, the girl’s in no danger at all, but rather, her white kitten—whose name turns out to be Buttons—having got himself caught pretty high up in a tree.

Peter’s heartstrings tug at the way the little girl’s cries fill the air around him. He takes a moment to comfort her, telling her that everything—that Buttons is going to be okay; that he’ll be down before she knows it.

The girl sniffles, wiping at her eyes as she watches Spider-Man climb the tree—slowly, as not to startle the already skittish animal.

It takes minimal effort on his part, getting the frightened kitten down from the tree, but he still treats this as any other deed done as his heroic alter-ego; he handles the small bundle of fluffy white fur carefully as he returns to the ground.

And once again, he’s filled with the same warm, happy feeling he gets when he’s helped someone as the girl hugs the small cat in her arms, her smile practically glowing.

“Thank you, Spider-Man!”

He returns to MJ a moment later, who’s been watching the entire time.

Her face is impassive as he stands in front of her, book forgotten in her lap as she fixes him with a contemplative stare.

He already knows what she’s going to say, how she’s going to react. He’s not set up for disappointment that way.

He can practically hear the words already before she even speaks.

“Nice job, loser.”

Wait. Not those words—

What?

His head snaps up, the white eyes of his suit widening comically as he stares back at her, dumbfounded. “What did you say?”

At that, her lips press together into a thin, very very cute, smile. From what he could tell, there hadn’t been any hint of sarcasm in her tone. Her gaze now makes him feel comfortably uncomfortably warm under all the red and blue spandex.

Okay, he’s probably dreaming.

“I said,” she pauses. “Nice job, loser.”

“Oh,” is all he can muster at first, his voice a little breathless. He coughs, scratching the back of his head, trying to play it cool. “Thanks.”

She nods before quietly returning to her book. “Anytime, dude.”

He’d done it. He’d finally done it. All these days, these weeks, all this time.

And damn it, Peter can’t help but do his best golf fist bump when he’s sure MJ can’t see him, exclaiming a whispered, “yes!” under his breath.

“Please, don’t make me take it back,” she says without even glancing up from her page.

“Ah! Okay, sorry, sorry.”

[blackberrywidow]

Don’t Tumblr and Tell

Summary: The Avengers discover an “Incorrect Avengers Quotes” Tumblr account that is full of things that they have actually said. They immediately set out to find the mole, unaware that Peter Parker is the culprit. 

Word Count: 1,927

Warnings: This is just a crack fic with a panicking Peter and an angry Natasha. Read at your own risk. 

A/N: Inspired by this post. 

Peter snickered, swiping through his notifications. The post he uploaded only an hour ago—a particularly funny Thor quote involving snakes—already had hundreds of notes, and a lot of the commentary was pretty good too.

He was still formulating a reply when he walked into the avenger’s compound, immediately triggering his spidey sense.

This wasn’t a rare occurrence, per se. His built-in warning system was often more of a joke, warning him about incoming spitballs and trip hazards more than large-scale threats. But Peter didn’t need his enhanced senses to tell him something was wrong this time.

The normally bustling entryway to the compound was completely empty of its usual staff and agents, and the normal tranquility that permeated the building was lost in the argument that was taking place a few doors down.

Peter cautiously edged his way to the room where he could hear the hushed voices fighting to be heard over one another—immediately negating any attempts at subtlety. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting to find when slowly peaked his head into the room, but it wasn’t… that.

All of the Avengers were gathered in the small conference room, apparently in a heated debate. Steve was at the head of the table, face a calm mask as he silently observed the others. Natasha stood next to him, her hands planted on the table as she leaned across it to sneer something at Clint, who seemed to be having the time of his life from where he sat with his chair leaned back, feet up on the table, laughter spilling out of his mouth. Sam seemed to be trying to engage Bucky in an argument, but Bucky was completely blank-faced and silent as he sat in the corner just staring at Sam in the way everyone knew he hated—that was a good one. Bucky-messing-with-Sam posts always got a lot of notes. He’d have to remember this for later.

“Hey, kid.”

Peter’s attention snapped across the room, focusing on where his mentor stood next to his best friend, though Rhodey seemed more invested in his conversation with Vision and Wanda. But Mr. Stark was just… staring at him like—

Not good.

Peter gulped, taking in Tony’s crossed arms, stiff posture, and calculating look. He knew that look. It was the same look that Aunt May gives him when she catches him sneaking in at three in the morning. It was the look that foretold certain doom, unless one was able to talk themselves out of it.

“Hey, Mr. Stark,” Peter replied, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. “What’s going on? Is something wrong?”

In order to get out of trouble, it would be nice to know what it was he did. Was this about the prank call that he and Clint made to Scott? Was it about him temporarily losing his suit along with another backpack last week? Was it—

“There’s seems to be some sort of security breach,” Tony replied, eyes still narrowed and searching.

“Oh,” Peter said, briefly forgetting to hide his relief. It had nothing to do with him then. “I mean, that’s awful. What happened?”

“It would seem,” Thor answered, interrupting his conversation with a nervous-looking Bruce, “that one of your Midgardian “social media” has been listening in to our conversations.”

“Uh,” Peter said, looking between the god and his mentor as though that would make things clearer. “What?”

“Some punk on tumblr has been recording and posting some of our conversations,” Clint answered with a laugh, earning him several sharp looks from his fellow Avengers. “What? It’s honestly kind of funny.”

Peter felt his stomach drop. Oh no.

“Funny, Clint, really?” Natasha said, shaking her head at her partner in exasperation. “This is serious!”

“You’re just mad because they heard you signing ‘Black Widow Baby’ when you were fighting that slumlord last week.”

Oh no no no.

Natasha sniffed, stepping back from the table to cross her arms, giving her glare as much venom as possible. “This coming from the guy they saw slip on an actual banana peel.”

Clint, of course, was unaffected. “It was for science.”

That’s pretty good. I’ll have to use that in something la—Not now Peter! Focus on getting out of this alive and unembarrassed.

“I think that we’re all missing the point here,” Steve spoke up, standing and giving everyone in the room a measuring look. “Someone has been listening in on our conversations. Just because the leaked information so far has been… harmless—okay, not harmless,” he amended with a small smile when Natasha gave him a sharp look. “The conversations that they’ve posted have all been for comedic affect, not intelligence leaking.”

“That we know of,” Rhodey interjected. “This could be information selling we’re dealing with, meaning we don’t know what kind of information has been leaked where.”

“He’s right,” Sam said. “This is a serious threat and we need to deal with it as soon as possible.”

“Could be,” Bucky spoke up, surprising Peter. Usually he didn’t say much in meetings like these, but when he did… “Or, you might just be a little pissed that they posted about you feeding birds. Speaking of which, do you really name them all?”

“Okay, that’s low,” Sam started, rounding on Bucky just as the room delved back into chaos.

Nobody seemed to be worried about secrecy or privacy anymore as they all clamored to be heard over one another, arguing about classified information and ridiculous overreactionswhile Peter tried to slowly edge himself back out of the room. If he could just get away long enough to go home and regroup, he could figure a way to fix this without his friends finding out that he was the one leaking these “trade secrets.”

“Not so fast, Pete.”

Peter froze, one foot out of the door, and cursed his luck. This was so not good.

He pivoted on his foot ever so slowly, turning back around to find everyone facing him with varying looks of interest as Tony approached him. “Uh, yeah, Mr. Stark?”

“You wouldn’t happen to know anything about this, would you Peter?” he asked, still appraising him as though he were a suspected criminal. Which, Peter guessed he actually was.

“Um, no,” Peter replied, trying not to answer too fast or too slow. “I don’t even know what Tumblr is.” Tony’s eyebrow shot up and he heard Clint laugh somewhere in the background. Too obvious, time to backtrack. “I mean, I’ve heard of it. I just don’t have one.”

“Uh huh,” Tony said, pulling out his phone. Peter had thought that his luck might be turning around, that Tony had just received a very important text that would pull him away long enough for him to escape. That hope, however, was ruined when Mr. Stark held the phone up for Peter to look at the screen.

Oh. No.

“Can you tell me what this says, Peter?”

“I—I think that there’s been some misunderstanding,” Peter hurried to backpedal, raising his hands and attempting to back through the door. He heard it close behind him and whipped his head around to see Thor standing there with his arms crossed and that intimidating stare directed at him.

“Okay,” Mr. Stark said, turning the phone back around to face him. “Then I’ll read it. ‘Tony Stark: *entering his bedroom* FRIDAY, what time is my meeting with Fury tomorrow morning? Spider-man, slowly descending from the ceiling upside down: It’s at 8 a.m. Wanna carpool? Tony Stark: *shrieks like a small child*’… Sound familiar, Pete?”

“Uh,” Peter said, eyes dancing across the room in search of an escape. All he saw was the Avengers looking at him in either disappointment, anger, or amusement. “No.”

“Really?” Tony raised a brow. “It doesn’t? Because that’s the exact exchange that we had when you broke into my house last month. My completely untappable house, where you and I were the only two present for the conversation. Do you know what that means?”

“FRIDAY has an insanely popular tumblr account dedicated to you?” Peter hedged, voice raising an octave.

Tony sighed. “Come on, Pete. You’ve been caught, just come out with it already.”

“Okay,” Peter burst out, unable to take the pressure of lying (terribly) anymore. “I made a ‘incorrect avengers’ account so that I could post all of the stuff that you guys say. But a lot of it’s hilarious! I mean, did you read the one with Clint and the banana peel?!”

Clint nodded sagely. “He’s right. It’s hilarious.”

Peter gestured at the archer with wide, hopeful eyes, as though his approval was all the proof he needed.

“So let me get this straight,” Natasha said, eyes narrowed dangerously. “You made this account to share private conversations with complete strangers, jeopardizing our security?”

“I don’t think that our security has been jeopardized, Nat,” Steve tried to placate her while Peter could only gape, guilt washing over him in waves.

“Oh really, Steve? He essentially told everyone that sing I Shania Twain songs when I’m drunk.”

“Well,” Sam butted in, his face losing its hard edges as he smiled. “You do.”

“Yes, Sam, that’s the point!”

“Actually,” Bruce cut in, standing up from his position in the corner to place a placating hand on Natasha’s shoulder. “I think the point is that nobody believes that what Peter’s posting is true.”

“Right,” Tony said, returning his attention back to Peter, clapping a hand on his shoulder as though that would help protect him from their scrutiny. “The kid wasn’t trying to embarrass anyone or ‘leak any top-secret information.’ No harm done.”

Natasha didn’t reply but continued to fume as Thor cleared his throat and also stepped forward. “Stark is right. He was just sharing his humorous experiences with his online friends, which I am told is something that you Midgardians do regularly.” Thor smiled his giant, impossible-to-stay-mad-after-you-see-it smile at Peter and said, “I see no reason to be angry with the boy.”

“It was kind of funny,” Sam allowed, much more relaxed now that imminent threat was off the table. “Did you see that one today about the snake biting Thor? What the hell were you doing man?”

The tension in the room seemed to bleed out as Thor defensively explained that he thought he knew that particular snake. Peter was still feeling a little bad about the whole situation, so he quietly slipped out the door, hoping to go home to figure out how to make it up to everyone.

Mr. Stark stopped him in the hallway though, stepping out of the room with his trademarked half-smile. “Where you off to kid? I thought we had training scheduled for tonight.”

“Oh,” Peter said, rubbing the back of his nick. “Yeah. I just thought that maybe it would be best if I gave everyone some space for a bit.”

Tony rolled his eyes. “Oh, come on. You think that that was bad? Two years ago we were beating the shit out of each other in an airport parking lot. No one’s mad at you kid.”

“Really?” Peter asked, trying not to sound too hopeful as he edged his way back to the room.

“Really,” Tony confirmed, opening the door back open to let Peter in. “Though I would maybe consider leaving Nat out of any future posts.”

“Yeah,” Peter said, laughing as Thor demonstrated how to best pick up a snake that you believe to be your brother. “That’s probably good advice.”

Advice that he wouldn’t follow, of course, but good advice all the same.

[hymn2000]

Goodbye Yellow Brick Road - Alternate Ending to Avengers Endgame - for snarkofstark - C3

Alternate ending to Endgame, aka The Film That Should Not Be Named. This was done mostly to the headcanons @snarkofstark sent me about what happens (should have happened) at the end of Endgame. I have put my own twists on it, as per the first chapters disclaimer.

Previous chapters: 1 2

You can also find me on AO3

Warnings/themes: alternate ending, illness, injury, PTSD (mentioned), family, recovery, hospital stuff, general mental health stuff

Chapter 3 -  This Boy's Too Young To Be Singing The Blues

-

Morgan had gotten to know Peter pretty well while her father had been in hospital, and she was happy to see him too.

“You can come and see my den now!” she said, grabbing his hand. 

“Oh, um-”

“I’m gonna get my shoes. Make sure you’re ready!”

Peter just blinked as the little girl rushed off. He looked at Tony.

“Um”

“It’s ok” Tony said. 

“Are you sure? Morgan’s great, but-”

“Peter. It’s ok. Go and play with her. We’ve got time” He gave the boy another quick hug. “We’ll talk later”

Peter nodded, and Morgan bounded back into the room, shaking her feet in her wellington boots.

“Right, let’s go!” she said, grabbing Peter’s hand. “Daddy can have you later”

Peter took a last look at Tony, mouthed; ‘sorry’, and then let the little girl take him outside. Tony shook his head fondly.

“Tony?”

“Hm?” he looked at Pepper. “Hey... Y’know, they’re probably gonna be out there for a while, so if you wanted to... ‘play’, maybe we could..?”

Pepper blinked at him. “Are you propositioning me?”

Tony shrugged. “Only if you want me to be”

"Are you sure? It’s been... a little while”

Tony put his hands on her shoulders. “I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t want it too”

-

Pepper turned onto her stomach, looking at her husband.

“Where did that come from?”

Tony grinned at her. “Just call it a thank you card”

“You’re seriously weird, did you know that?” she said, kissing him gently.

“It’s been mentioned” Tony said. “I love you”

“I love you too”

-

Peter was surprised at how quickly he managed to get lost in the game. Morgan was a funny kid; sparky and energetic and cheeky, and her games reflected that. They lost track of time pretty quickly, enjoying each others company.

“It’s good that you’re here” she said, lowering her water pistol at the end of a particularly energetic game.

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah. Mummy made me keep it a secret, and I was about to burst”

Peter laughed. “Aww, cute!”

Morgan grabbed his hand, giving it a tug. “You gotta come back into the den now”

“Ok, ok” Peter said, obediently ducking under the fabric and squashing into the den with her. “What do you want to play now?”

“I’m not sure” Morgan said, looking round the den. “What do you want to play?”

“I’m not sure either. It’s been a pretty long time since I’ve played games like this” he said. “I’ve got those Snap cards inside, though. We could open them”

“Card games are boring”

“Ok, ok” he sighed, thinking, and leant back - only to put his hand on something sharp. “Ow, fuck!”

He jerked his arm away, rubbing his palm - and then suddenly realised Morgan was staring at him.

“What does fuck mean?”

Peter’s eyes widened. “You can’t say that word!”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s bad!” Peter said. “I shouldn’t’ve said it either”

“I’m gonna say it to my parents” she said, getting up. 

“No! Morgan, don’t do that! We’ll get into trouble!” Peter protested, scrambling out of the den after her. “Morgan!”

“I’m gonna say it to my dad!” she stuck her tongue out at him and started running back towards the house.

“No! Morgan, wait!!” 

She was very fast for someone so small. Peter ran after her, and when they literally fell through the front door at the same time, he grabbed her, half-pinning her down on the floorboards.

“Don’t you dare say it! I’ll- I’ll tickle you!”

Morgan wriggled, laughing, and saw her parents watching them. Peter noticed too, but he was more concerned with what might come out of their daughters mouth.

“Hey daddy! Peter-”

“Morgan, stop! Please don’t!” Peter begged, getting worried. 

Morgan wriggled free, scrambling to her feet.

“Peter said fuck!”

“MORGAN!!”

Peter grabbed her, covering her mouth with his hand. “You’re so bad!”

Morgan licked his hand, shrieking with laughter at his disgust as he released her. Tony and Pepper looked at each other. Tony’s lip twitched, and he started laughing. Pepper shook her head at him, trying very hard not to succumb to the giggles herself. She went over and rescued Peter and Morgan from each other, pulling Morgan to one side.

“You don’t ever say words like that, Morgan”

Tony held a hand out to Peter, helping him to his feet.

“I’m so sorry, Mr Stark! I just hurt my hand and it kinda slipped out and I tried to tell her it’s bad and-”

“Hey” Tony interrupted, trying not to laugh even more at the boys red face. “We’ve all done it; don’t look so worried”

“You’re laughing...”

“Hey, come on, that was pretty funny! I didn’t even know you were legally allowed to say it”

Peter stared at him, and Tony laughed more, putting an arm round his shoulders. 

“Stop it with the face. Give it five minutes and she’ll be on to the next bit of mischief”

-

The rest of the afternoon and evening passed by without incident. Peter managed to get his Snap cards out and teach Morgan how to play. She wasn’t especially good at it, but he and Tony purposely pretended not to see a lot of the matching pairs to give her a chance to shout, and she ended up ‘winning’ quite a few games. 

After a late dinner, Pepper took Morgan off to bed, leaving Tony and Peter alone on the sofa. 

“I still find it funny thinking you’ve got a daughter” Peter said.

Tony looked at him.

“It’s just... well, I’m still getting my head around the fact that I was away for five years. It barely felt like five minutes” 

“It must be weird” Tony said. “Can I ask you something?”

“Yeah, of course, Mr Stark”

“What did it feel like?”

Peter didn’t need any clarification. “I just felt all hot and shaky and a bit sick. It... ached, I guess. And there was this kinda sharp pain while bits of me... went” he looked away. “I asked people about it, but no one else felt anything. I think I was the only one who did. I think it’s because of the spidey sense...”

“Peter? Hey, kid, look at me”

“I don’t want to”

“Why not?”

“...Because I’m scared I’ll cry if I do”

Tony stood up. He paused, resting a hand on Peter’s head for a moment before going out to the kitchen. He returned a few minutes later, mug in hand. He sat down beside Peter and handed him the mug.

“...What is it?”

“Morgan calls it Sleepy Potion. It’s just hot milk with honey and cinnamon”

“That’s adorable...” he took a quick sip. “It’s good...”

“Of course it is: I made it”

Peter stayed quiet for a while, drinking.

“Hey, kid? You were real good with Morgan today... How do you stay so positive all the time?”

Peter shrugged. “It’s easier. If people think you look happy, they don’t ask questions”

Tony looked at him. He looked smaller, somehow. He looked sad. And scared.

“If I ask you something, will you answer me honestly?”

When Peter didn’t respond, Tony put a hand on his cheek, gently turning his head so that he had to look at him. 

“Are you ok?”

Tears welled in Peter’s eyes. He pulled away, shaking his head. 

“Aw, kid” Tony sighed sadly. 

Peter covered his mouth with his hand, and a little shaky cry escaped him, despite himself.

“Aww, Peter. Hey, it’s ok. Here, let me take that” 

Tony took Peter’s mug and set it on the coffee table. He tried to put his arms round him, but Peter pulled away.

“Don’t! Oh god, I said I wasn’t going to do this-!” 

“What? Hey, don’t you walk away from me!”

Tony stood up too, grabbing him by the wrist. 

“I don’t want to cry in front of you! I told myself I wouldn’t, I didn’t want to cry here. I don’t have any right; so many people had it worse, I mean, I mean, you got hurt, didn’t you? We were all so scared for you. I wanted to cheer you up! I tried to be good, and then Ms Potts- uh, Mrs Stark- rang, and she said you might like some company, and I wanted to come over here and be good and make you smile and stuff, and, and I wasn’t gonna talk about this, I didn’t wanna talk about this, I didn’t-”

“Hey, hey, now you come here” Tony said firmly, pulling Peter close and hugging him tight. “You cry just as much as you need to. God knows I’ve been filling swimming pools”

Peter pulled away from him, flopping back onto the sofa, knuckling his eyes furiously.

“You don’t get it. I’m just all mixed up. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, it’s just... I don’t know! So many people went through so much more than me and they’re getting on fine, so-”

“Hey” Tony sat down beside him, taking his face in his hands. “Have you talked to anyone about this?”

“No!” Peter said, grabbing Tony’s wrists, pulling his hands away from his face but keeping hold of them. “Why would I? Everyone’s got their own problems, ‘cos of what Thanos did, so, so, so why sh-should I make things worse for them? I’m fine, I’m fine, I’m f-”

He was crying too hard to carry on. He still had tight hold of Tony’s wrists, but he couldn’t look at him; too embarrassed and annoyed at himself for letting this happen.

“You’re not fine. You don’t have to pretend you are” Tony said, his heart thudding in his chest. “I’m gonna hug you again, ok?”

Peter nodded tearfully, and this time he didn’t pull away. He hugged Tony tight, sobbing into his shoulder. 

“That’s it, you just let it out” he said, one hand on the back of the boys head. “You cry just as much as you need. I’ve got you. I’m not going anywhere”

He was being so nice that Peter couldn’t help crying harder. Tony rested his head against Peter’s and squeezed his eyes shut, trying hard not to let it get to him. He tried, but soon tears spilt from his eyes. Peter didn’t notice at first, but then the man’s shoulders started to shake, and he pulled away quickly, covering his mouth with the back of his hand.

“I’m sorry, Mr Stark! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you cry! I’m sorry!”

“It’s ok! Hey, it’s ok, here, just-”

“What’s going on in here?!”

They both looked up at the source of the concerned voice. Pepper took one look at their tragic faces and sighed.

“Oh, darlings. What are you like?”

She came over to the front of the sofa.

“I’m sorry, miss, I didn’t mean to upset him! I swear I didn’t!”

“Hey, don’t apologise! You haven’t done anything wrong” she said. “Calm down. Let Tony hug you”

Peter let himself be pulled close again. Tony looked up at Pepper, and the look on his face said it all. Pepper sat down, putting her arms round both of them.

“Kid, it’s ok. You’re allowed to be upset. I was in that fight too, remember? I know what it was like. I know how it feels”

Peter buried himself further into Tony’s chest, still shaking with sobs. Tony moved and put his arms round Pepper, holding her tight with Peter sandwiched in the middle of them.

“We’ve got you, kiddo” he said, his voice shaking. “We’ve got you”

-

Once Peter and Tony had managed to stop crying, Pepper went and fixed them all a drink, and the three of them sat together on the sofa, Peter in the middle.

“It’s scary stuff” Pepper said. “It’s bound to have an effect on you”

“...I just can’t stop thinking about it. I don’t want to think about it, but it keeps creeping back... We all could’ve died”

“But we didn’t” Pepper said. “We’re all still here”

“We didn’t get out of it unscathed” Tony looked down at his arm, rubbing the scarring in his wrist. “It’s gonna take time. Just because other people might’ve had it worse, doesn’t change what you went through”

“Do you... do you have dreams about it?”

Tony and Pepper looked at each other. Peter was too busy staring into his drink to notice.

“Do you?” Pepper asked.

Peter nodded. “Sometimes it’s all the what ifs. And sometimes it’s just memories. One memory more than others...”

Pepper squeezed his hand. “You’re allowed to talk to us. You don’t have to hide it. What’s the memory?”

“It’s... when I had the gauntlet. So they all attacked me. And I had the instant kill on but there was so many of them and I couldn’t see a way out and I thought, I thought I was gonna die, and I ended up in that pit on my back, and they were all there, and I couldn’t fight them all, and I just, I just felt so helpless and scared and alone”

He wiped his eyes on his sleeve.

“But you weren’t alone” Pepper said. “You got out of it”

“Captain Marvel saved me... She was nice”

“Yeah, she was. We all looked out for each other out there. No one would have let anything happen to you”

Peter looked at her, and flinched when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

“Sorry, sorry” Tony said. “I’m sorry. It’s just me”

Peter swallowed. “We thought you were dead”

“I thought I was, too” Tony said. “And it’s horrible. I get the nightmares too, kiddo. But I’m still here, for whatever reason. All of that stuff? It’s over now. We’re safe. It’s all in the past”

Peter couldn’t stop looking at him. He knew Tony was struggling. He knew he wasn’t as ok with it all as he was trying to make out. He knew he was angry and scared and upset. But he was putting all that aside to reassure him, and that in itself was testament to his strength.

“We won...”

“Yeah, we did” 

Peter took a deep breath. “I’m sorry”

“Don’t you dare” Tony said. “You’ve got nothing to be sorry for”

“Sorry...”

“That’s another apology, kid” Pepper said, stroking the boys damp fringe back over his forehead. 

“S-... Uh... I don’t know what to say know”

Tony laughed slightly, as did Pepper. Peter couldn’t help smiling too. 

“Can we... can we stay here for a bit and talk?” Peter said. “I know I’ve only just shut up again, but it might help. Everyone says it helps to talk”

Tony put an arm round his shoulder, giving him a little squeeze. “Sure thing. They say crying helps too”

-

Tony stumbled into the kitchen and headed straight for the coffee machine.

“Morning” Pepper said.

“Morning” Tony mumbled, flicking the machine on and rubbing his eyes. “You’d’ve thought that shower would’ve woken me up” 

“Morning, daddy!”

“Morning, Morgan” he looked round the kitchen. “Is Peter not up yet?”

“Not yet” 

“I’ll go and wake him!” Morgan offered.

“No, Morgan” Pepper said. “He won’t appreciate you jumping on him: let daddy go”

She gave Tony a pointed look. Tony sighed, and nodded. He supposed he was the obvious choice.

-

Peter was still curled up fast asleep in bed, one hand up by his face. It seemed a shame to wake him when he looked so peaceful, but Tony gave his shoulder a little shake even so. 

“Hey, spider-boy. You gotta wake up now”

Peter stirred, and opened his eyes, blinking up at Tony.

“Morning, Mr Stark...” he mumbled, rubbing his eyes. “What time is it?”

“It’s nearly ten” 

“What, really?” Peter said, sitting up. “I didn’t realise”

“No problem, kid. Why don’t you get dressed and then come and grab something to eat? If you can escape Morgan, I’ve got something I wanna show you later”

“Oh right! Ok. Uh, I’ll try and be quick”

-

Morgan pounced at Peter as soon as he came through to the kitchen.

“Hey, Peter! We’re gonna play schools today! I’ll be the teacher, and you can be the naughty kid who never does what he’s told”

“Wow, ok” Peter laughed.

Morgan grabbed his hand. “Come on then!”

“Hey, Morgan, leave him alone for a minute” Pepper said. “Let him have his breakfast first”

Morgan considered. “Fine. I’m gonna go and get the school ready” 

“I have some concerns about this” Peter said, once the little girl had trotted off. “She’s already decided I’m the bad kid”

“The best thing to do is just humour her” Pepper said. “She’s a fun kid, but she has some wicked ideas sometimes”

“Oh yeah, I found that out properly yesterday. She made me be a grass monster”

“What does a grass monster do?” Tony asked.

“Hides in the grass and grabs the ankles of anyone who walks by, basically” Peter said. “But they can be taken down with water guns. But only if you hit them right in the face”

Tony laughed fondly. “That girl! She knows exactly what she’s doing”

-

Morgan’s school game was interesting to say the least. Peter wasn’t sure what kind of film the little girl had been watching, or what kind of books she’d been reading, but her methods were positively historic. After having his hands hit with a My Little Pony ruler and being told to kneel with his hands behind his head, he guessed it must be something Victorian. Whatever it was, it was clear that Morgan was in charge. Peter played the naughty schoolkid well enough, but whenever he decided he should have a bit of a redemption arc and settle down and do his sums, Morgan would whisper in his ear to throw something or tear up his page, and then she’s jump back and act alpha. 

Tony stopped in the doorway of the living room later that morning, watching the two playing. Morgan was definitely one of the most confident little kids he’d ever seen, and she’d definitely inherited her mothers no-nonsense attitude. It was nice seeing her playing with someone. He had to give Peter credit for his patience and complete willingness to go along with any game she suggested. They got on so well. It was endearing to watch. 

“That talk is not good enough for school! Don’t do that or I’ll wash your mouth out with soap!”

“Wow, you’re a real strict teacher” Peter said.

“That’s MADAME STARK to you!” Morgan shouted. “You’re the baddest boy I ever taught! Put your hand out!”

Peter did so obediently. Tony chuckled to himself - but his expression changed when Morgan hit him with her ruler.

“Hey hey hey, Morgan! Don’t hit Peter like that!” he said, rushing over and taking to ruler from her.

“But he’s being a naughty school boy!”

“Yeah, in the game. That doesn’t mean you can hit him in real life” Tony said, kneeling down and taking Peter’s hand. There was a series of red marks across his palm. “Ouch. How many times did you hit him?”

Morgan shrugged. 

Tony sighed. “Peter, you should’ve stopped her”

“It’s ok. It doesn’t really hurt” Peter said. “It was just part of the game”

“Morgan, come here” 

Morgan went over to her dad. Tony put an arm round her.

“Now, sweetheart, listen to me: you don’t hit people, ever, not even in a game. And you don’t hurt your friends. Ok?”

Morgan nodded. “Sorry daddy” she looked at Peter. “Sorry, Peter”

“Don’t worry about it” Peter said, smiling at her.

Tony gave her a hug. “Good girl. Right, why don’t you go and nag mummy? You need lunch, and I’m pretty sure I saw some of your favourite chocolate biscuits in the cupboard”

“Ok! Can Peter come too?”

“I need to borrow him. You can have him back later”

Morgan nodded. “Ok. I’ll see you later!”

Tony shook his head fondly, watching after her. He turned back to Peter.

“You should have told her not to hit you like that” he said.

“I didn’t want to upset her by telling her off”

Tony sighed, ruffling the boys hair. “You’re too nice, that’s your problem. Ah well, no harm done”

“Mm. So, you said you needed to borrow me?”

“Oh yeah. I’ve got something to show you. Come with me”

-

Peter looked down at the rough sketches and diagrams on the page. He looked at the scrawled notes and the corrections. 

“Have you started?” he asked after a long silence.

“Yes and no. I’ve modified an old Iron Man gauntlet, just as a prototype. It still needs tweaking though, and an extra pair of hands would be useful”

He opened a drawer, taking out the modified gauntlet and handing it to Peter. Peter took it carefully, turning it over in his hands. He looked at Tony for permission, and then slipped it onto his hand. It felt uncomfortably heavy. It was quite tight, especially around the joints. He clenched and unclenched his fist, and he could feel the resistance of the inner supports as he did it. He turned his hand over, and circled his wrist, and as he did so, he could feel the supports pressing into his hand. 

“It’s kinda... clunky” he said. “I mean, if it’s gonna be for everyday...”

“You think? I was thinking it might be better that way. Better support; better control”

“I can definitely feel the support” Peter said, slipping the gauntlet off his hand and setting it carefully down on the workbench. “I...”

“I’ve not perfected it yet. It’s not strong enough”

“I don’t think it needs to be clunky to be strong” Peter said. “Have you thought about doing something that incorporates the supports, but without the outer casing? It’d be better for every day. Like those plastic casts for broken bones that you see online that kinda look like netting” 

Tony looked at him, and smiled. 

“You’re a clever little thing. This is brilliant”

“What?”

“You being here” 

“Oh. And why’s that?” Peter smiled.

“Because, my boy” Tony said, putting an arm round his shoulders. “You’re going to help fix me”

*

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Don’t Forget Us (Peter Parker X Stark!Reader) Part 4

Summary: What would happen if you were Tony Starks daughter and could lift Mjölnir.

Word count: 1,710

A/n: I’ve had this idea for a while now and I can’t wait to share it with you guys! Please leave feedback, it’s always appreciated.

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“Here you go captain, pastrami on rye pushed down real flat.” Peter said handing the hooded man a plastic bag as they walked out of the deli shop.

“Delmar’s.” Steve said looking up at the sign behind head. “Really?”

“Best sandwiches in Queens.” Peter said back proudly.

“Sub haven is pretty good too.”

“Eh. Too much bread.” The teenager said shrugging his shoulders.

“I like bread.” The super soldier said unwrapping his sandwich and looking down at the web head. “And does it normally take 20 minutes?”

“No. Not normally.”

“Sub Haven never takes that long.” The super solider said smirking as he was getting ready to take a bite out of his sandwich.

Peter lifted his hands in defense as he turned around to face Steve and start to walk backwards “look all in saying is-“

“WATCH OUT!” Steve said pushing the young hero out of the way of a flaming, flipped over black SUV that almost squished the spider themed avenger.

“Whoa that was a close one! Thank you Mr. Captain America sir.” Peter said as he got up and dusted himself off.

“It’s not a problem kid.” Steve said chuckling a little bit as he saw the boy look at him with admiration. Steve then lifted his gaze from the arachnid hero to look around to get a sense on what and how what just happend happend. “What do you think ha-“ the super solider cut himself off when he saw that Peter’s admiration for him was gone and instead was replaced with worry. “Parker what’s wrong? What is it?”

“You brought your shield right?”

“Yeah it’s in the car why?”

“You might want to get it.” Peter said before he ran into an allyway and began to strip and change into his skintight suit.

When Peter came back his hunch spidey sense was right. Steve Rodgers is in danger and fighting a man with a metal arm and half his face covered, Steve’s shield lodged into the trunk of a blue grayish van while dodging a knife.

Peter starting running towards the fight and fired his webs at a nearby building and landed on the shoulders of the masked cyborg. The man stopped trying to attack Steve for a second giving the solider the upper hand and punching the man in the black mask in the face. While Peter used his web to tie around the man in black’s hand and neck to prevent him from throwing Peter off of his shoulders and losing his knife in the process. It worked for a second until Steve ran over to get his shield and the solider in black threw Peter into a car. The cyborg was walking towards Steve and pulled out another knife from his back. “Mr. Rodgers he has another knife watch out!” Peter called out just as Steve was turning around just in time to block the attempt at a stab in the back. Steve stepped back to avoid getting his throat sliced open and hit the masked man in the stomach with his shield. The man with the metal arm retaliated as he brought his fist up, while holding the knife and swung it at Steve, who brought his shield up to block the punch. The cyborg dropped the knife to his free hand and swung it at Steve, but gave the old man an opening and punched him in the abdomen causing the solider in black to drop his knife and stumble backwards. Which gave Steve the opportunity to run up to him, grab his face and non metal arm and flip him onto his back; causing the long brunette haired solider to lose his mask and turn around.

“Bucky?” A confused and shell shocked Steve Rodgers asked.

“Who the hell is Bucky?” Bucky asked again just as he did with Y/N and started walking over to the confused solider who was once his friend before he heard new orders from Ursula in his ear piece.

“You’ve been compromised. Come back now.”

“But-“

“No buts! The only butt I want is yours back here. NOW!”

Bucky took one last look at the man who he use to call friend. The man who he consoled when his parents died. The scrawny kid from Brooklyn who never ran from a fight. The man whom he followed into war. The man who was now his enemy, his mission. And reluctantly turned away, he wanted to finish his mission but he didn’t want to face an even worse wrath of Ursula then he already would be facing and just left without saying a word.

Steve came out of his shock and ran over to Peter who was still on his back in the side of the now crushed car.

“Who was that sir?” A groggy Peter asked.

“Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes. An old friend.” Steve said sorrow laced every word.

“If he’s your friend, then why did he just try to kill you?” Peter asked as he dusted himself off for the second time that day.

“It must’ve been HYDRA. And that means if Bucky is still alive then-“ Steve’s eyes widened at the realization.

“Then what? What happened?” Peter asked.

“We need to get back to Stark. Now!”

—

“I think it’s time for Y/N to see her family again after all these years. Don’t you?” She chuckled.

“Shouldn’t we have her go to the lab and get injected with the perfected serum first?” The doctor asked Ursula.

“No!” She snapped. “That girl will have tests ran on here by those morons in capes if she’s caught!” Ursula yelled pointing towards the door that Otto took you through. “That’s why, we didn’t do a complete memory wipe for her like we did to the Sargent.” Ursula’s dark red colored lips were pulled into a smirk as she thought back to the videos of the making of ‘The New Fist of HYDRA’. All the sounds of pain and anguish coming from his lips was music to her ears.

“Do you really think she will still be worthy?”

“Yes. See the thing about the hammer of Odinson, is once you’re worthy, you’ll always be worthy. And if that scrawny little girl can lift it and Steve Rodgers, THE biggest pain in HYDRA’s ass, couldn’t. Then she just must be special.”

“Will we send her out soon?” The doctor asked changing the subject.

“Yes. We will.” She said turning her back to the man “doctor?” She asked as she looked down at his control panel to see pictures of the Avengers.

“Yes Ms. Ursula?” The man in the lab coat said.

“How recent are these photos?” She asked as her eyes focused on one photo in particular.

“The ones on the control panel are from about 10 minutes ago. May I ask why miss?”

The femal HYDRA agent smirked as she picked up a photo. It was a photo of a young boy not much older than Y/N, running into a Queens deli shop and with a poorly disguised Steve Rodgers in a blue hoodie and sunglasses. “I just thought it was time for our favorite Ghost makes a little visit to an old friend.” The HYDRA agent smirks as she uncrosses her arms and picks up the photo chuckling. “Oh and send our new soldier into combat training with Prisoner #66990”

“But she won’t stand a chance! She’ll be knocked out within a couple of minutes.”

“That’s what I’m planning on.” Ursula said as the sides of her dark red lips were pulled into a smirk.

—

“Bucky’s alive!” Steve said as he and Peter walked into the compound to be met with the man he was looking for, Tony Stark.

“Who the hell is Bucky?”

“He was my friend when we fought HYDRA back in World War II.”

“Oh wait was that the guy who fell off the train?”

“Yeah and died, or so I thought.” Steve said sadly.

“I’m sorry, but are you sure it was him?”

“Yes! Think I’d know if was my b-”

“Wait a minute!” Peter said walking from behind the blonde solider. “What if when Bucky supposedly died back in 1945, HYDRA took him as a P.O.W and messed with his brain; forcing him to become some sort of assassin for them.” Peter stopped and looked around the room to be met with an intrigued Steve Rodgers and Tony Stark, their eyes pushing him to continue. “And if they kept Bucky a secret for all this time, who’s to say that they’re not doing the same thing with Y/N? They took away someone who meant a lot to Mr. Rodgers before, maybe they’re doing it again but to Mr. Stark this time? You know? Hitting you were it hurts the most?”

“That does make the most sense Tony” Steve said crossing his arms. “A lot of people would like to either see your head on a silver platter, or see Stark Industries burn, with you in it.”

“Even though that does make sense, if they ‘want to hit me where it hurts’ wouldn’t they take one of my suits and try to replicate it? Why take Y/N?” Tony said walking across the room to sit down and think, causing the room to become deathly silent while the other two Avengers try to read the inventor’s facial expression as they could practically see the cogs turning in Tony Stark’s brain.

“Mr. Stark I’m sensing a heat signature in the elevator on its way up to you” F.R.I.D.A.Y’s Irish voice rang out startling Peter.

“Who is it?” Tony confusedly asked the A.I. as he got out of the seat he just took.

“I can’t tell. I’m afraid they’re to injured.” The A.I. replies. As if on qué the elevator sings letting the three men know, that they were about to meet the mystery person. The doors opened and out they came. Their face, chest, and arms were covered in dark dried blood, hair was like a bird’s nest including the leaves and twigs. And their breathing was so heavy and erratic they sounded like they had just ran and won a marathon.

“Y/N?” The three men said in unison before you collapsed.

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dimple

Summary: the lyrics to the newest song written by Namjoon raise suspicion in Yoongi, what happens next..... Genre: Fluff Words: 1.6k Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

“When is this going to end, my eyes feeling like they’re going to sink into their sockets, how many more lyric checks and concept checks do we have to do?” Yoongi said to Pddogg in a huff while crossing his arms across his chest.

“Just one more song Yoongi-ah, Namjoon really wants it in the album for some reason, here take the sheet, he was scribbling on it like a madman, I think we’ll have to clean it up.” Pdogg said while sliding the thin sheet of paper across the boardroom table to where Yoongi sat.

“Illegal? Is it a diss track?” questioned Yoongi squinting at the title scrawled in a neat hand on top of the piece of paper.

“That dimple is illegal ...no, it’s dangerous, oh yes..so I call you illegirl...your existence alone is a cr-...” “What is this??? What are these corny ass lyrics?? Did namjoon really write these? Am I on hidden camera right now??” he said in disbelief while looking around for any clue that he was being pranked.

“I asked him the same thing, he just kept mumbling something about dimples and how we need to give the fans a new love song.” Pdogg said with a slight laugh.

“Go talk to him about it, I don't know where his attention is nowadays.” he said as he turned around to return to reviewing the other songs.

“You bet I will, gotta knock some sense in that boy. What is the cheesy shit….can't believe the same dude wrote Spring Day.” mumbled Yoongi as he exited the main boardroom.

Yoongi was a little mad but mostly confused at this, in principle the song fit, it would sell and the fans would love it. What didn't make sense to him was how Namjoon suddenly vaulted into writing such simplistic songs.

While making his way to Mon Studio,  He ran into you.

“Oh hey Yoongi, how's the prep coming along? You getting some sleep?” you said cheerily to the rapper

“Sleep? Idk what that is anymore but what's new. What brings you here? Is Jimin being whiny again?” he shot off the questions in quick succession

“Hey, don’t call my best friend, whiny. That was one time! Anyway, I’m on my way to pick up Seokjin, Tae, Gguk and Chim for dinner. Hoseok wants us to try this new place he found 20 mins ago….he’s waiting for us there.” your voice trailed off as you saw Yoongi raise one eyebrow.

“What???”

“You’re going….to a restaurant….that hobi found out about 20 mins ago? No research into it, nothing?” he asked with an amused expression on his face.

“Hey, if Jung Hoseok says he’s found the best Jjajangmyeon in Seoul, you best believe I will haul ass and get there. I happen to believe in Hobi’s conviction.” you huffed with both your hands placed on either sides of your waist which was coincidentally your favorite fighting stance.

“Ok… whatever you say crazy. Also, thanks for getting those loud children out of our hair, we have a lot of work to do, gotta make Namjoon rewrite a whole damn song.” he said through gritted teeth as he started to walk down the hallway again.

“Won’t tell Seokjin you called him one of the children again. He’ll chew your ear off.” you said to him and laughed a little at the thought of a red in the face Seokjin yelling at Yoongi about disrespecting him.

“Thanks. Have fun.” Yoongi said, signalling his approval with a thumbs up and  continuing to walk down the hallway.

“You too. Don’t work Namjoon too hard!” you said to Yoongi as you ran in the other direction to pick up your quarry.

Yoongi had a soft smile on his face as he walked the length of the hallway to MON STUDIO, he liked your energy, he liked having (finally) some female energy around after years of dealing with the testosterone filled premises.

You had sprung into their lives quite suddenly, by the virtue of being Jimin’s best friend from his Busan Arts High days and had quickly become inseparable with 5 of the 7 members. Namjoon and Yoongi couldn’t really spare much time to hang out recently since they basically ate and slept in their respective studios but they still had a certain fondness for you. Yoongi was especially pleased with how you raised everyone’s spirit when you came around.

Without bothering to knock, Yoongi threw open the door to Namjoon’s studio and immediately started his verbal attack on the younger member, “Yah Namjoon - what’s going on with you bruh? Why the fuck are you writing songs about dimples and calling someone illegirl like how corny is that dude?” he said, finishing his tirade by plopping his behind into the grey couch.

Namjoon was visibly startled by Yoongi’s appearance and hurriedly closed the browser on his computer. Yoongi hadn’t noticed but the now closed browser tab looked suspiciously like a Facebook profile.

“What do you mean? It’s a perfectly fine song.” Namjoon was quick to rise to his own defence.

“Really? Wait what was it? Yeah, that dimple is illegal but I want it anyway… you ok Joon? Something you wanna discuss with me? It’s very….simplistic for you.” Yoongi said dropping his tone to a conspiratorial whisper.

“Hey, I have dimples too and we haven't really written a simple love song in awhile you know. I think our fans deserve a nice love song.” he said with more conviction than he actually could feel

“My spidey senses are tingling, that is an excuse and you know I see right through you.” Yoongi replied narrowing his eyes at his friend.

Namjoon’s mouth opened to explain but immediately closed. The two rappers could hear the faint sound of their other friends approaching the studio.

“Wow Y/N your dimples really come out when you laugh huh. Cuuuuute.” Taehyung could be heard saying.

“He’s right, I think yours might be deeper than Joon’s!” Seokjin responded for you.

“That reminds me when we were in the 6th grade, I was so mad that Y/N had dimples and I didn’t that I kept poking my cheek with dull end of a pencil.” Jimin said, laughing at the memory.

“Wow Jimin hyung I guess you’ve been a dumbass since forever.” Jeongguk’s quiet voice said and all 4 except for Jimin started to convulse in laughter, with yours ringing out the longest.

Yoongi scowled and got up to open the door, he didn’t like this decibel level at all.

“Hey, I thought you were taking these kids out, what happe….” he stopped dead in his tracks with the door half open, as the conversation he had overheard came together in his mind.

He stared at your face and the way your dimples deepened when you smiled, for a good 30 seconds until your voice shook him out of his reverie.

“Sorry I wanted to ask if Namjoon and you wanted to join us? Hoseok is already there.” you asked.

“You guys go ahead…….Namjoon and I will see you there. We just have this one song to nail.” Yoongi replied, with his scowl slowly turning into a smirk as the truth dawned on him.

“Suit yourselves! Bye! See ya later!” you said while bouncing out of the door and down the hall with the other 4 bickering and following you like a herd of sheep.

Yoongi turned around slowly and locked his gaze onto his friend. The friend who was currently shuffling his feet and looking at anywhere but in Yoongi’s direction.

“You idiot, you’re so transparent. Did you really think you would get this past me? How long has it been?” he asked while scoffing at Namjoon’s pathetic attempt at hiding his feelings

“I should’ve guessed, I can never get anything past you. I just….. I don’t know. I always thought she was cool but I think I started feeling….something more recently. You know me, it all pours out in verses.” Namjoon said sheepishly covering his reddened face with his hands.

“Well… the song’s good. Simple. If that’s how your feelings are too then you’ll be fine. Err.. I’m not good at this encouragement stuff, maybe ask Hoseok.” Yoongi replied in a hesitant voice, his hand automatically rubbing the back of his neck, a gesture he defaulted to when he was uncertain about something.

“Hoseok already knows, he’s been helping me build up my courage.” Namjoon said quietly

Yoongi rolled his eyes and smiled his trademark gummy smile at Joon, for a worldwide superstar, the man sure was shy.

“I might not know about love advice but I do know music advice so here’s some: don't call it illegal, call it something like….Dimple. She might never hear it on air waves if you call it Illegal.” he said.

“That’s good advice. Thank you. I’ll keep it in mind and re-work it a little.” Namjoon replied, a weight lifted off his chest.

“Oh and also, I am not singing this at all, get her bffs to do it. It’ll sound better as a vocal line only song.” Yoongi said offering the last piece of advice before he exited the room.

“Oh…. yeah I guess that’ll be more pleasing to her...I mean the fans’ ears.” Namjoon said quickly, covering his face with his hands again in case the colour of his cheeks had betrayed him.

His slip wasn’t heard by Yoongi however, as he was already out the door and laughing his way down the hall.

As the sound of Yoongi’s laughter died down, Namjoon started working on the lyrics again. This had to be the perfect song, he had a lot riding on it.

“Ok Namjoon, here you go, Dimple, don’t fuck it up…..”

[onotherpeoplesheartache]

(not) your average superhero

For privacy reasons, namely the Protagonist maybe wanting to keep his secret identity, well, secret, I am not going to name any names here. But it is a story about A Hero; maybe not the one the world deserves, but the one it definitely needs.

****

People have no idea how hard it really is to juggle two identities.

Everyone knows him as pretty much just this regular guy, trying to make it in the City of Angels, endlessly working, acting, writing, trying to get his creativity out there, trying to get people to notice, to give him more opportunities to prove himself.

Of course, it’s probably not the best career choice if you want your other side to stay hidden.

Then again, Bruce Wayne? Batman. Tony Stark? Iron Man. T’Challa? Black Panther. Adrien Veidt? Ozymandias. All pretty damn well known billionaires underneath their superhero identities. Well, the latter may be more of a supervillain, depending on how you look at it.

Damn, he wishes he was a billionaire. It’d make funding everything so much easier. He could get all the spy tech he’d ever need. Plus that new cinema camera he’d been looking at. That’d be sweet.

Anyway.

If you hadn’t guessed already, yes, he’s a superhero. Not your everyday Dave Lizewski, going out and pretending to be a superhero just for the heck of it, but an actual one.

You’d think usually to become a superhero you’d had to have some kind of dark, tragic past. Most of time, involving the death of at least one parent, other close relative or both, and you probably there to witness but unable to do anything about it because the world is just that unfair.

Not in this case.

He’s had a pretty alright life, without getting into too much detail, and honestly? He just wants to help people. In any way he can. Sometimes it’s by writing, creating, teaching, talking to people and sharing his stories and listening to people tell him theirs.

Other times, it’s by running into the night and fighting bad guys.

And okay. Maybe his powers aren’t yet totally off the charts. He’s trying to convince himself they just need a little more time to develop before they can be fully discovered. I mean, Peter Parker didn’t get HIS superpowers just overnight, did he? Oh, yeah. He did. Crap. Are there any radioactive spiders around? Anyone? Maybe he needs to put up a poster in case someone finds one. ”MISSING: One radioactive spider. Or multiple, that’s fine too. Anyway, hit me up. Cool superpowers needed.”

Also, his tech is still kind of all over the place, but you can’t blame a guy for trying.

Okay, maybe he is kind of like your everyday Dave Lizewski. Minus the fact that he doesn’t go to high school anymore. And he’s got an awesome singing voice. Is there a superhero that can just sing all the villains to sleep or something? Maybe he could become like a, uh, non-metahuman heroic version of Music Meister? Would that work? He makes a mental note to think about that later.

Nonetheless, superpowers or not, he does his best, and sometimes it’s just enough.

****

The Protagonist stares at himself in the mirror, studying his reflection. Okay. A bruise here, a scratch there. Could be worse. If he had an audition tomorrow, he could pretend he’s Brad Pitt in Fight Club. Everyone loves Brad Pitt in Fight Club.

He washes his face, the cold water stings at a small wound on his jaw and he winces. Immediately, the bathroom door opens and his wife storms in, frowning.

BADASS PARTNER WIFE: Okay. What was it this time?

THE HEROIC PROTAGONIST: Just your regular mugging. No guns, no knives, it’s no big deal. By the way, are you absolutely sure you don’t have super hearing or something? Tingling Spidey senses? No? Nothing?

She can’t help but smile, and she shakes her head.

WIFE: Let me get that.

He sighs deeply, resigned.

Carefully, his wife cleans his wounds and patches him up.

WIFE: There. Good as new. PROTAGONIST: Thanks.

He smiles and gives her a kiss.

PROTAGONIST: So, how was your day?

Her eyes noticeably light up in excitement.

WIFE: Right! Yes! I actually meant to show you something! Come on!

He doesn’t even have time to react, she just grabs his hand and drags him downstairs and to their basement.

WIFE: So? What do you think?

He doesn’t know what to say. In the middle of the room, staring right back at him, is a suit. A proper supehero suit.

Okay, so I’m not going to describe the suit here. Everyone knows what a superhero suit usually looks like. The hood, the mask, the tech, and either it’s got all the protective metal armors and stuff with a built-in sixpack, or it looks like you’re about to go diving in a wetsuit but forgot both your snorkel and probably your location too because do you see any water nearby? I thought so.

So you, dear reader, can imagine in your tiny little head what this particular superhero costume looks like. If I’m being honest, it’s probably got one of those Batman-esque built-in sixpacks, because really, who wouldn’t like one of those? I know I would.

So. There’s this really cool superhero costume in the middle of the room, and the Protagonist is amazed. He loves superhero stuff and he’s seen tons of different suits worn by tons of different characters, but this one is by far the sweetest he’s ever seen.

I mean, our Protagonist here might be a little biased, because after all, it was his brilliant wife who put the whole thing together (and most of his little superhero cave, really), but it’s still a pretty amazing suit, and he is absolutely in love with it.

He walks closer to the suit, taking in all the little details she put into it, the fabric that feels both durable and comfortable as heck (and really, isn’t that the dream? Honestly, he would wear sweatpants all day every day if he could, because aren’t those the comfiest of all) and even on the chest there’s a little red and blue patch with a B on it.

The Protagonist turns to his wife, grinning widely.

PROTAGONIST: It’s fantastic. How did you…?

WIFE: It actually took so long you wouldn’t believe. I can’t believe I managed to keep it a secret from you for so long!

The Protagonist walks to her, lifts her up and spins her in the air. She laughs and the sound seems to fill the entire room.

He kisses her and she smiles.

PROTAGONIST: Thank you. Really.

WIFE: Be careful tomorrow, alright? I would hate for you to rip this suit or something.

He rolls his eyes, and she laughs again before looking at him with a straight face.

WIFE: Seriously, though. ****

The following night finds a dark figure standing on a rooftop, his cape flowing in the cool LA wind.

Cool tech? Superpowers? Just pure determination? No one really knows how he does it, but somehow, that night, the streets seem a little safer again.

[starryfictionalgirl]

Partner’s in (Fighting) Crime Chapter 11: I Found

Masterlist  Partners in (Fighting) Crime

Warnings: None, just some angst but also fluff. May be some light cursing. 

Relationships: Peter Parker x fem!hero!reader, Michelle Jones x reader (best friends), Ned Leeds x Peter Parker (best friends), Peter Parker x Tony Stark (father-sonlike bond)

Summary: Peter tries to cope with not having you around, and you do the same for him, as well as trying to figure out how to break out. Then a hero comes to rescue you!

A/N: Hey guys! I hope you enjoy this part! Feedback is much appreciated!

It had been two weeks since Tony arrested you. And Ned had barely seen Peter since. The only times he saw him were in school, and even then he barely saw his friend. He would try to talk to Peter, but he didn't want to talk. Michelle was starting to get worried too. Peter had stopped coming to decathlon meetings. He was flaking on assignments and tests. He was slowly deteriorating, and his two closest friends knew they had to do something to help him. Aunt May cooked him all his favorite foods. He had told her that she moved away and May had been trying to cheer up her nephew in any way she could. Even Tony tried his best to cheer him up. But it wasn't working for obvious reasons. 

"Hey kid, I'll let you spend a week in my lab building whatever you want!" Tony says in a coaxing tone. 

He was visiting Peter in his apartment while Aunt May was out. He felt bad that he had to arrest his protege's girlfriend so he wanted to try to make it up to Peter somehow. Peter just kept frowning at him. Tony sighed. 

"Come on kid there's got to be something I can do to make you happy." Tony says. "I could get you a new phone. I could give you one like mine that's really cool with a holo-screen and everything and-" 

"Tony none of your technology could ever make me forgive you for taking away the girl I love!" Peter yells at him. 

"You love her?" Tony asks. In that moment, he realized just how much Peter cared about her. 

"More than I love myself." Peter admits. "And she wasn't just my girlfriend Tony she was my partner!" He chokes out and starts to cry. "We fought crime together so well and I got so used to having her around that I don't think I can fight without her! Spider-Man is nothing without Dragonfly." 

"Peter you can't rely on someone so heavily like that." Tony says. "That's dangerous, if you lose them or they let you down somehow then the world loses not only one but two heroes. It's already been all over the news about how the dynamic bug hero duo has disappeared and people are worried that crime will rise in NYC! You can't just stop being Spider-Man because you've lost your partner. You're letting people down and they've lost their hero." 

"You're right Mr. Stark." Peter says. "Because you've let me down, and now I've lost a hero." He storms over to his room and slams the door. Tony sighs and shows himself out. 

Peter sat at his desk and watched some old videos on his camera to try to get his mind off of you. Then his heart broke again when one played of the two of you cleaning up Sweet Pete's that afternoon. You, Michelle, Ned and him had a huge water fight in the back and you and Peter were being so playful and cute with each other. He teared up as he watched himself pick you up over his shoulder and throw you down in the trough in the back of the building and laughed a bit as you pulled him in with you. The two of you holding onto each other and soaking in the trough, like nothing else in the world mattered.

Then he saw another video. It was of you making dinner with Aunt May that night that Tony came and warned him that he might have to arrest you. You fed him the sauce you made and he laughed a bit and teared up when he saw how disgusted his face looked and how concerned you were for him as he spit it out in the sink and you rubbed his back and apologized. God you were an awful cook. But he would gladly eat anything you gave him any day if he could only hold you in his arms again. 

He found another video that he never saw before. He saw you and Michelle in the bakery on the opening night cleaning up, and Flash walked in. 

"Hey there cutie." He says to you and both you and Michelle roll your eyes. 

"What do you want Flash?" You ask in annoyed tone. 

"I want a date with you baby?" Flash asks and pins you in between the counter and himself. 

Your jaw clenched and you glared at him and Michelle could tell that you were about to go all Dragonfly on his ass. But Michelle knew that would give you away so she gave you a knowing look from across the room and you gave Flash a fake smile. 

"You know what, how about I sing you a song instead?" You say and walk over to Michelle who had just turned on a song on her phone. 

"Oo just for me?" Flash says and looks all excited. 

"Yep. Especially for you." You say and both you and Michelle smile fakely at him and everyone in the bakery turns to the two of you.

You and Michelle both grab two big stirring spoons from a decorative vase on the counter and you both sing the song Take a Hint by Victoria Justice and Elizabeth Gillies to him. Flash looks super annoyed and everyone in the store starts calling him out and cheering for you and Michelle so he leaves. Peter was laughing hysterically, and for a moment he forgot how sad he was that you were gone. You and Michelle hug each other and laugh afterwards.

When did this happen!? Peter wondered. That might have happened when he and Ned left to get pizza for everyone. He thought about how much Michelle must be missing you right now. The two of you were so close, practically sisters. She was to you what Ned was to him.

Another video came up of a flour fight that you all had in the kitchen some time after you and Peter started dating. It started when Ned knocked over a bag of flour and some of it got on Michelle. She threw some on Ned and then Ned threw some at her and then an all out war broke out. You came running downstairs and got flour thrown in your face by Ned. 

"Whoops." He says and looks nervous. 

You scooped up flour and threw it at Ned. Soon you and Michelle were covering him in flour and he was screaming for Peter to come and help him. Peter came running down and saw what was going on and he started throwing flour at you and Michelle to help Ned. 

"Why are you guys throwing flour at each other?" Peter asks as you pelt him with the powdery substance. 

"Because Ned threw some at me." You say and pout. 

Peter turns to Ned and throws some flour in his face. 

"Dude I thought you were on my side!" Ned complains. 

"I was, but now I have to defend my woman's honor!" Peter says in a mock chivalrous tone and all three of you pelt Ned with flour. 

The video ended with you and Peter kissing as Michelle and Ned threw flour at the two of you and shouted stuff along the lines of "You two are disgusting!" "Yeah get a room you horny teens!" The scene cut to another video Peter had filmed of you in class, looking concentrated working on a problem. 

"And here we see one of the most gorgeous and exquisite creatures to be found in the wild, working tirelessly studying for a test that she will surely-" Peter narrates. 

"Dude are you filming me studying again!?" You exclaim and get up and start charging at him. 

"But she is just as much terrifying as she is beautiful!" Peter exclaims and the camera shakes as he runs down the hall with it in his hand. "She is the strongest of her breed-" Peter squealed as he suddenly got tackled to the ground. 

You took the camera off the ground and pointed it towards your face. "And we are known for devouring our mates when they are particularly annoying!" You say and then put the camera down and kissing sounds and laughter are heard in the background. 

The next video was of the two of you after a mission. Peter just noticed that his phone had been on and playing spotify this whole time. A new song came on that made Peter start to tear up. I Found by Amber run.

And I'll use you as a warning sign That if you talk enough sense, then you'll lose your mind And I'll use you as focal point So I don’t lose sight of what I want

"Whoo! That was some hard battle, but I think we got all of them. Nothing can stop me while I've got the strongest and most beautiful girl in the world at my side." Peter says into the camera then wraps an arm around your waist and tilts his head as he looks at you through the mask. 

And I've moved further than I thought I could But I miss you more than I thought I would

"Aww Spider-boy you're too sweet." You say and nuzzle your face against his mask. 

"Y/N it's Spider-Man!" He whines. "Don't call me a boy on the camera..." He was pouting under the mask. 

"Men don't whine Spidey." You remind him and take his mask off and your own. "But boys don't get action like this either." You say seductively and push the camera away.

Kissing noises can be heard in the background and the occasional muffled groan and gasp for air as the two of you made out. You moved the camera back to see a dazed looking Peter looking at you adoringly. 

Oh I'll use you as a warning sign That if you talk enough sense, then you'll lose your mind

"I love you so much Y/N." Peter says honestly and you smile and cup his cheek. 

"I love you too Peter." You say and then the two of you kiss again. 

Tears streamed down Peter's cheeks as he watched other, shorter videos of you tugging him along somewhere and laughing and Michelle and Ned filming something while you and Peter cuddled or kissed in the background. 

And I found love where it wasn't supposed to be Right in front of me, talk some sense to me

He started to cry and he leant his forehead on his desk and sobbed softly into his arms. He picks his head up when he looks up to find Michelle and Ned there. 

"Peter?" Michelle asks. "Are you okay?" 

"I miss her so much." Peter says. "She was the best thing that's ever happened to me." He starts crying again and Ned passes him a tissue box. "I haven't been fighting crime. Now whenever I put that suit on it's to go looking for her." 

"Do you have any leads?" Ned asks. Peter shakes his head. 

"Well I've got one right here." Michelle says and places her hands on Ned's shoulders and smiles at Peter. 

"I appreciate the effort MJ but I don't think puns are going to help me find Y/N." Peter says and blows his nose into a tissue. "I promised her I'd find her. And I'm not going to stop looking until she's in my arms again." Peter says sternly and gets up to go put his suit on to continue another afternoon of searching. 

"I might have some clue of where she is." Michelle says and Peter turns to her a desperate look in his eyes. 

You laid down on the cot in your cell sobbing quietly and clutching onto the locket that Peter had given you. You were still in your armor, but your weapons had all been taken away so you couldn't break out. Tony had been kind enough to let you keep the necklace Peter gave you. And you would kiss it every night before you went to sleep and imagined it being Peter that you were kissing. You missed him so much, his cute little face, his adorable awkwardness, his smile, his lips. You heard a song playing softly from somewhere on the floor above you. 

And I'll use you as a makeshift gauge Of how much to give and how much to take Oh I'll use you as a warning sign That if you talk enough sense, then you'll lose your mind

And I found love where it wasn't supposed to be Right in front of me, talk some sense to me

Suddenly you heard the door to your cell open and you were face to face with Tony. 

"What do you want bastard?" You sneer at him and Tony's jaw clenched. 

"You know you'd think you'd be a bit nicer to me considering I'm the one deciding the fate of your freedom right now." Tony sighs. 

"You don't decide anything for me." You tell him coldly. "No one does." 

"Not even Parker?" Tony asks. 

"Peter is my partner. We're equals. He may give me suggestions, but he certainly never forces me to follow any rules unlike some people." You say, referring to the man standing right in front of you. 

"Okay well I'm not allowed to let you go until you've told me what you and the war criminal are plotting." Tony says and sits down on the cot. 

"We weren't plotting anything!" You tell Tony. "You just went and assumed that I was because I was talking to him and then took me away from my boyfriend!" 

"Believe me kid I want to believe you. Peter's really upset and-" Tony starts but you cut him off. 

"Is he okay?" You ask in a soft tone, looking concerned. 

"He's been...A bit off. He's not happy that you're gone." Tony says. 

"Has he been crying?" You ask and a few tears slide down your cheeks. 

"Yeah probably." Tony says. "But he's been very rebellious against me lately." 

"Gee I wonder why." You say sarcastically and Tony rolls his eyes and stands up to leave. 

"Look. Until we can clear your name your going to have to stay here. That's just the way it is." Tony says. 

"I'm probably going to find a way to break out." You threaten. 

"No you won't." Tony says. 

"Then Peter's going to come rescue me." You say and place your hands on your hips. 

"No he's not." Tony says as he leaves. 

You sit back down on the cot and open up the locket, and look at the spider emblem and dragon one side by side. You lay back and try to dream about a time when the dragonfly and spider would meet each other again. 

Tony came upstairs and looked a bit surprised to see Peter there. 

"Peter?" Tony asks and walks up to him. "What are you doing here at the facility?" 

"I thought about what you said." Peter says. "You're right. The world needs Spider-Man. Even if Dragonfly isn't there to fight at his side, someone has to step up to protect New York." 

"Atta boy." Tony says and pats Peter's shoulder. "So why did you come here?" 

"I came up with a new idea for my suit and I wanted to work on it here in your lab if that's okay?" Peter asks. 

"Sure that's fine. Anything for you kid." Tony says and walks Peter over to the lab.

He left Peter alone in there and then Peter took out a small spider drone from his pocket and set it down on the ground and let it scurry over to an electrical outlet and crawl inside. All of a sudden your cell went dark. You sat up, looked outside and noticed that everywhere else was dark too. Alarms started going off and you started to get worried. You looked around and felt around on the walls to try to find some sort of exit from your cell. Suddenly you heard a familiar thwipping noise and your heart soared with happiness. 

"Excuse me miss?" A familiar voice asks from your see through glass door. "I believe you're my damsel in distress, and now I'm here to rescue you." You turn and find Spider-Man, using his spider drone to cut a hole in the door for you to escape. 

You burst through the door halfway before he's finished cutting the hole and throw yourself onto Peter and he catches you and spins you around, holding you tightly. You quickly rip his mask off and kiss him hard. He kissed back and the two of you shared the most passionate kiss you've ever had. 

"You came to save me!" You say and cup his cheek gently. 

"Of course I did. I love you Y/N." Peter says and looks deep into your eyes. "I couldn't stand the thought of you being locked away somewhere." 

"I'm just happy to be back in your arms again." You tell him and pepper his face with kisses. "Promise you'll never let go of me again!" 

"I promise princess. I'm never letting you go again." He promises and rests his head against yours. 

"Hey Spider-nerd!" Michelle yells at him through an earpiece and Peter winces in pain because it's loud so you can hear as well. "You two can have your little lovers reunion later you've got guards and Tony's suits coming at you!" 

"I don't have my weapons! I'm not sure how well I'll be able to fight-" You panic and then Peter pulls out your sword and mask from behind him. 

"I believe these belong  to you." Peter says and winks at you. The Iron Man suits flew down to the end of the hall and aimed to fire at you and Peter. 

"Shall we m'lady?" Peter asks and puts his mask back on.

You smile at him and put yours on as well.

"Let's do it Spidey!" You say enthusiastically and the two of you charge towards the guards and suits coming at you both, ready to fight your way out of the facility. 

A/N: The next part will come soon! Not sure when, but another part will be coming relatively soon!

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[tellywoodtrash]

ishqbaaz 06.09.17 lb

how is this “shivaay’s” gang? it’s literally chubby and a buncha other prepubescent little dudes. (literally. look at them. mooch bhi theek se nahi ugiii hai inki.) 😕😕😕

does shivaay have ANY friends????? i don’t thinkkkkkk so. ek toh aisi personality. upar se nkk ki tadi. ek daksh tha, woh toh psycho nikla. ek advay hai, but he’s too busy trying to set his wife on fire to come over for guys’ night. i’m telling you, this man has no friends. 🙄🙄🙄

who watches cricket match like this, as if it’s a horror movie? 😟😟😟

harneet’s love-lust-double-kasht for dhoni is showing clearly in the dialogue. 🙃🙃🙃

... that MIGHT be your heart problem, shivaay. have you taken your meds today? 😐😐😐

yeah. i was right. this has to do with a bachelor party, i think. 😬😬😬

lol girls watching film awards like it’s the pre-internet days and they don’t know who wins already. 🙄🙄🙄

pft. meta reference to how anika only likes kanji aankhon waale overacting waale fellows. 😆😆😆

lmaooooooo, billllllu so awkward at the party. #me 😂😂😂

“i’m kinda old for this, man.” 

good that he’s aware. 

oh god i have never found shivaay more relatable. but seriously, who over the age of 25 has the energy for parties like this? i salute your zest for life. i have literally never had it, and was using this “too old for this” line about shit like this since i was 17.  😣😣😣

arre, uncle toh bura maan gaye! 🤣🤣🤣

pfffffffffft. idiot. he’s pulling out his saturday night fever moves and literally proving how old he is. 😆😆😆

billu’s gonna get in hella trouble for his budhaape mein jawaani. 😋😋😋

lol, rudra is singing saathiyaaaaa. 😂😂😂

haaaaaaaaaaaaaate nakuul’s drunk acting. 😒😒😒

ok how long is it taking the girls to walk like 200 m? 😑😑😑

blue dress toh full on chance maar rahi hai. behen, na kar. ek toh yeh bada pakau aadmi hai. aur dusra, iski biwi entry maarne waali hai apne chandni chappal ke saath. 😬😬😬

oh boy, the chandni is about to come off. 😶😶😶

ok what right does bhavya have to look so devastated? 🙄🙄🙄

lol billu’s faaaaaaaaaaaaaace. 😂😂😂

girls be like DANCE WITH US IDIOTS. #plotTwist

waaah, wardrobe change for girls, magically! 😐😐😐

what a lovestruck billu. 😻😻😻

literally not interested in the ruvya nonsense, so can you stop ghusaoing them in between??? 😒😒😒

ANIKA TAKING INITIATIVE! ANIKA TAKING INITIATIVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 😍😍😍

was that a dream sequence? how have their clothes changed back? 🤔🤔🤔

ok lame dancing. fwdingggggggg. call me when there’s all-up-on-you grinding from shivika. 😏😏😏

WHY DO THE GIRLS’ OUTFITS KEEP SWITCHING BACK AND FORTHHHHHHHHHHH IT’S ANNOYING MEEEEEE 😤😤😤😤

wait what? and the scene is over? ugh what the helllll?!?! GIVE ME SEXY DANCINGGGGGGGGGG 😫😫😫

god billu, you a hot mess. grow up, man. 🙄🙄🙄

bhavya knows rudra super well and knows some fuck-up had to have happened. 😗😗😗

anika has too much faith in her stupidass pati tho. 🙄🙄🙄

nakuul’s hungover acting is even worse than his drunk acting. ��😬😬

lmao MERE NAAM PE KYUN BILL PHAAD RAHE HO?!?!?! 🤣🤣🤣

why can’t you go check on them??? it’s literally the next room? 🤔🤔🤔

rikara nahi hai toh anika maiyya has to do matchmaking for next available couple to get her jollies. 🙄🙄🙄

lol cutie. 😚😚😚

bhavyaaaaa you’re so cute. why you agonising over this fucking idiot though? ugh, i really wish they weren’t trying to force this. 😣😣😣

nakuul’s added a new actor to his repertoire of mimicry: saif ali khan 😑😑😑

natasha seems to have met her maker. RIP natasha. ☠☠☠

bhavya, i have zero sympathy for your issues. you’re into a immature fuckboy; either acknowledge the attraction or get over it and find yourself an age appropriate man. awaiiii ka naatak. 😑😑😑

natasha’s make up has held up remarkably, even in death. 😯😯😯

rudra is missing. with the body. 😶😶😶

idiots. 

bhavya’s acp spidey senses are tingling. 😌😌😌

khooooooooooon! the woman is a bloodhound. literally. 😧😧😧

natasha’s looking very animated for someone who’s dead. 🙄🙄🙄

dude her make up has held up so well. i am so fucking impressed. also she looks a little bit like a desi chrissy teigen no? 🙃🙃🙃

dadi is so progressive about natasha’s drinking. she’s like “dhyaan rakh puttar, utni piyo jis se nuksaan na ho.”  +100 to dadi today! 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

what khaane ke liye neecho aao, anika and bhavya just said they returned from breakfast. 🤔🤔🤔

these two fucking idiots.

lol the girls’ faces though. 😂😂😂

ok tej, it’s obvious that’s svetlana. honestly. 😒😒😒

whatever. i don’t care. gimme rikara. 😐😐😐

ouff back to rudra and his bs. 😑😑😑

lmao chubby thinks rudra was overpaid. i love how chubby is always giving rudra the truth. he’s a true friend. 😊😊😊

ouff, this lottery idea is hella lame. fwding. WHERE ARE RIKARA?????? 😤😤😤

mindlessly watching this jhanLana scene for svetlana’s flawless face. i love her so much. *kisses the screen* 😍😍😍😍

“jo kaam bataaye nahi jaa sakte woh aksar shady hote hai!”

satyavachan by bhavya pratap rathore. i really like this girl now. just... ouff, the unnecessary romance. 😣😣😣

oh she kept the money all sambhaal ke in a special box and all and looks hurt. oh bb. 😥😥😥

eeeee rikara. 😍😍😍

lol he’s the one limping and he’s telling HER “aaraam se”. 😆😆😆

ouff tauji and balram are back. yet i don’t see the murti. where is the damn murtiiiiiiiiiiiiiii? 😠😠😠

CAN BALRAM DECIDE ONCE AND FOR ALL WHAT TO CALL MR. PINK PAGDI? HE WAS CALLING HIM TAUJI, NOW HE’S CALLING HIM BAPU. NEITHER OF THOSE ARE WHAT YOU CALL YOUR GRANDFATHER??????? 😣😣😣😣😣

waah tauji is suddenly on team rikara. 

balram is closer to omkara’s face than gauri has ever been. haven’t seen such homoerotic sexual tension since the days ranveer used to keep getting all up in om’s face and stare at him soullllfullly. 😚😚😚

GIVE US THE DAMN MURRRRRRRRRRRRTIIIIIIIII

fucking finally. 😒😒😒

uncleji toh humari tarah rikara shipper nikle. 😌😌😌

sanskaari bachche pair choo-ing and all. waah. 

‘how to get this hottie to myself, away from the cute and fighty wife?’

lol zero sympathy for tej. fuck him up, queen! 😈😈😈

omfg she’s doing what literally EVERY south indian parent threatens to do when kids are being annoyinggggg - burn you with the metal dosa flipper. lmao amazingggggggggg. 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

i now accept svetlana into our fold as an honorary south indian. 😊😊😊😎😎😎

WHAT NEW BIGGEST RAAZ OF SVETLANA IS HIDDEN IN OBEROI MANSION??????????????? 😧😧😧

ouff these two idiots. 😣😣😣

these two are obviously gonna lose on the laaaast number. 🙄🙄🙄

yupppppppppppppp. 😐😐😐

LMAO 50 RS KA PRIZE MILA. 450 KA GHAATA.

“mujheee barbaaad karke tu gym jaa raha haiiiiii???” snorttttttt. 🤣🤣🤣

ok how many layers is om wearing. i’m feeeling stuffy looking at him. 😓😓😓

that light blue shirt reallllllllly suits him though. *makes kissy faces at him* 😍😍😍😘😘😘😚😚😚💖💖💖💖

“saara samaaan le liyaaa naa?” so husbandlyyyy. so kiss-worthyyyy. i love when he makes that squinty face. idk why i find it hella attractive. 

there’s a new softnesssss in the way he looks at her nowww. kunaaaaaal. what even are your eyessss. 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍

“pyaar aisa hona chahiye. hai na?” “woh pehelwaan bhi aisa hi kuch keh raha tha. HUMAARE BAARE MEIN.” 

eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee omkara breaching the topic! yes! yes!!!! 😭😭😭😭

apni chiraiyya bhi confident. direct mooh pe sawaal about what he thinks about love. i love it. god, give me 2% of her confidence. 😇😇😇

shuru ho gaya is bakre ka “main main”. ouff. 😒😒😒

OMKARA YOU LIAR YOU THINK ABOUT LOVE ALL THE TIME YOU WRITE POETRY ABOUT IT YOU’RE SO HAPPY FOR YOUR BROTHER THAT HE FINALLY FOUND IT PFFFFFFFT 😤😤😤

awww, bulbul’s face falling. my girl. *hugs her tightly* 😔😔😔

“ek baat hai... humari jodi sahi hai.”

pfffffffffft. tell her you want to kiss her and write poetry about her eyes, you idiot. 😒😒😒

gauri like WHY GOD HAVE YOU STUCK ME WITH THIS TACTLESS FOOL 😫😫😫😪😪😪

proof that shivaay and omki are definitely brothers. they make the same faces when they have no answers and are fumbling fools who are fucking up. 😊😊😊

oh boy, om’s bleeeeeeeeeding. 😬😬😬

bhavya serving up some realness about how rudra is incapable of hard work and earning money the right way. preach girl. 🙌🏽🙌🏽🙌🏽