#i will forever be salty about spidey

[cyanide-sippy-cup]

I do not want this to become a pattern but holy shit.

Let's talk about episode 8.

NOOOOO SPIDEY CAMEO YOU WERE THERE FOR ONLY A SECOND WHYYYYYYYYYY. At least we got a reference with the Batman bit. Still sad though :(

So, elephant in the room. Most of this episode was setting stuff up for the future which was cool but wow. I thought this was gonna be longer but no that was just a montage. I also thought they were gonna focus more on the future guardians but nope.

Awww Amanda and Rudy reconciled, how nice. I'm sure this relationship isn't gonna end in a particularly fucked up scenario where one of them becomes a genocidal maniac. That would be craaaaazy.

CECIL AND MARK'S FRIENDSHIP ARC BEGINS LET'S GO

Awww come on, no Thragg? You don't give me Spidey and then you don't give me the prison break, what are you even here for!? >:(

I love Nolan being like "I deserve death" and Allen's just like "oh come off it".

NOMINATE DEBBIE FOR GREATEST MOTHER/BADASS OF ALL TIME

Mark beats a guy to "death" for nearly killing his mother and is like "what if I AM just like my father who used me as a battering ram to kill hundreds of innocents?"

And also WHAT ARE THEY DOING TO THAT BABY TO GET THOSE RECORDINGS DID THEY JUST DECIDE "let's hold off on feeding him so we can get that recording" LIKE GIRL WHAT

My prediction is that the Invincible War is probably gonna be the end of the next season, either ending it on a cliff hanger or just doing what they did here and covering it in one episode. As much as I would love it to be the plot of the latter half of season 3 or season 4 it was so damn short in the comics, so it's probably gonna be like an episode and a half at best. The setup will probs be longer but the actual event no. Either way, we'll probably be seeing more Rex next season haha...

And of course I am always delighted to see even a moment of my boy. Craig.

[dotsz]

anyways spectacular spiderman was the best spidey cartoon ever made and deserved more seasons

[justmesadgirl]

Apparate - Sirius Black

Pairing: Sirius Black x reader

Warnings: angst

Words: 1.5k

Summary: You and Sirius use to talk about how when you get your apparating license you can go visit him at the Potter’s house. But now you see him with someone else.

a/n:  English isn’t my first laungage so sorry for all the mistakes!

Inspired by driver’s license - Olivia Rodrigo

requests are open!

You had been so excited about your seventeenth birthday, it would mean you would be finally old enough to have your apparating test.

You and Sirius both had waited for this day for you to be able to apparate so you could finally go to the Potter’s house whenever you wanted to. So in the summer you two could spend more time together.

“This summer you can come over all the time. I can’t wait.” Sirius mumbled into your hair. You two were lying by the Black lake. He was leaning on a tree and you were leaning on him, enjoying the first days of spring.

“Me neither.” You tell him as you feel his lips against your neck. His long fingers playing with yours. “Every day with you sounds like a dream to me, honestly.”

“Just need you to turn seventeen and pass the appareting test.” He laughs. “Knowing you, you won’t pass it in the first try.”

“Shut it Black! I will!” You laugh with him. He was right you probably wouldn’t pass on the first try. “I love you.” You whisper to him as you close your eyes.

“And I love you, forever.” He whispers back. It was his thing every time he told you he loved you he would tell you that he loved you forever.

But now that all was just a distant memory that brought tears to your eyes. You still loved him like crazy, you always thought you two would end up getting married and having the happy ever after together. Even if you two weren’t perfect together you had never felt anything like the love you felt for Sirius. You two had dated for almost two years since you two were fifteen.

Tears were running down your face as you look at yourself in the mirror. You never thought you would have to go to the Potter’s house since you and Sirius broke up.

The last time you saw him he looked happy, like the brake up between you two never happen. He moved on so fast with Marlene.

The girl he always told you not to worry about. That they were just friends. But you doubted it. She was so much prettier, so much smarter than you and the way Sirius always looked at her told you more than his words could.

If Lily wasn’t your best friend you wouldn’t be going to James’ place in the first place. It was the end of the summer and you all were starting your last year at Hogwarts. So James of course had decided to throw a big party at his parents house and since he and Lily were dating Lily had made you promise to come.

Wiping the tears from your eyes trying your best to look okay before apparating. But you weren’t ready to leave just yet.

“It’s going to be okay y/n. Just go in say hi to Lily and then you can leave. You can do this even if he is there with her. You are strong and you can do this.” You tried to give yourself a pep talk in the mirror even if you didn’t believe in your own words. Fixing your makeup before getting up and looking around your room. Taking a big breath in before you apparate to the Potter’s house. You land in front of the front door, hearing that the music playing loudly and you could see people dancing through the windows.

Before you could knock on the door it swung open and Remus Lupin was standing in front of you with a huge smile.

“y/n! Finally! We been waiting for you!” He tells you as he brings you into a tight hug. Reamus smelled like alcohol and his steps weren’t the steadiest.

“Hey Rem.” You hug him back and place a soft kiss on his cheek.

“I can believe I haven’t seen you since summer started. Now come on let’s go in.” Remus takes your hand in his and pulls you inside the house. He makes his way to the kitchen where you can see James, Lily and  Peter talking. Seeing all of them made you smile, you missed them all so much even Peter.

“Look who I found!” Remus yells to his friends and all of them turn to face you with smiles matching yours.

“Finally took you long enough.” James smiles as he brings you into a hug.

“James, she is my best friend. I wanna hug her.” Lily whines at her boyfriend and pulls him off you so she can take his place. “I missed you so much.” Hugging you a little tighter after he words.

“I missed you too, all of you.” You reply as you pull away from her, placing a kiss on her cheek as well.

“James give your quest a drink.” Remus speaks up from next to you.

“Oh no. I’m not drinking just game by too fast to say my hello’s.” You let them know.

“That’s not going to work my dear! You will have to stay!” James told you handing you a drink he made, by the smell of it, it was mostly vodka.

“I can apparate home drunk.” You tried to find a good explanation so you wouldn’t have to stay.

“So you finally can apparate?” You hear a familiar voice from the doorway. You turn to face Sirius, his arms wrapped around Marlene's shoulder. Seeing him with her made your heart drop to your stomach.

“Yeah I can.” You give him a fast answer before turning back to your other friends.

“You can stay here for the night so you can drink.” James offers but you shake your head.

“No it’s okay but thanks anyway.” You tell him trying to give the drink back to him.

“Don’t be a party pooper y/l/n!” Sirius said from behind you. It hurt to hear him call you by your last name, even before you two dated he never called you by your last name.

“Yes don’t be a part pooper y/n! You will drink and stay the night! And I will not take a no as an answer so drink up!” James told you to bring your cup to your lips and makes you drink all of it.

“Let’s get this party started then!” James yells out wrapping his free arm around your shoulder as his other one around Lily and pulls you to the living room that had been made into a dance floor.

You weren’t sure how many drinks you had since you came here, but were surprisingly having a lot of fun. You haven't seen any of your friends through the whole summer. Having been avoiding them because you were afraid you would have to see Sirius but now as you were dancing with your best friend you didn’t even care that he was close by dancing with another girl or were you just lying to yourself.

”I need a drink.” You yell to Lily over the loud music before you make your way into the kitchen. Grabbing a glass of water and leaning on the kitchen counter, needing to take a breath.

“Can we leave Sirius? I bet your apartment would be so much nicer right now...” you hear Marlene talk as she and your beautiful ex boyfriend walk into the kitchen. Sirius doesn’t reply to her when he sees you, you couldn’t read the look on his face. Couple of months ago you were so close, you would always know what he was thinking about but now he was just a stranger to you who you loved more than anything.

“Oh you have your own place now? And I thought you were still staying with James?” You can’t stop the words coming out of your mouth. You were more talking to yourself than him. If you had known he wasn’t staying here maybe you would have visited your friends.

“Yeah got some heritage from my uncle and got my own place.” Sirius replied to your question. How his life had changed, you still can remember when he had told you that he left home and would stay with the Potter’s from now on even if you tried to have him stay with you.

“Oh, nice.” Was all you could get out as a reply. You nod your head at them before you make your way out of the kitchen and then from the house. You needed some fresh air, feeling the need to be alone. You ended up in the backyard and you saw the swing that you had spent a lot of time at last summer. You and Sirius would always end up outside alone so you could just talk.

You sit down at the swing and look at the house, the music was so loud and it was making you feel sick. But in all honesty you were feeling sick because Sirius had moved on, he had a new life and all without you.

Warm salty tears make their way down your cheeks as at this moment you realize that you will never love anyone like you love him. He would always own your heart no matter how much he hurt you. Your heart belongs to him and always will.

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[lab-trash]

Anything For You

Chapter 3 of Anything For You

Chapter One, Chapter Two

Or read it here if you want

“Now, superpowers are usually connected to your personality, brain chemistry, body types and the source of the superpowers,” Kaz said, picking up a yellow legal pad that Chase had lying around.

“How do you know that?”

“Well, I got fire based powers because of my fiery and unpredictable personality, while Oliver got ice and water because he’s much more chill and relaxed. The superstrength comes from his higher intelligence. The flight thing, I haven’t figured out yet. The source of the powers thing is obvious.

I mean, you got electrocuted with a blue chemical on you, therefore, your blue electricity. Or how Tecton got his powers, or Gamma Girl,” Kaz let out a nervous breath at the memory of his old friends. “Anyway, I have a few guesses as to what some of your powers could be. So far I’ve got: time travel, any kind of healing abilities, mind reading, gravity manipulation, shape shifting, flight, any kind of elemental bending, time travel, and weather manipulation. 

But, if you do have precognition, then you could also have clairvoyance, and that thing… like that spidey sense thing. They come together a lot,” Kaz said, hesitating to write on the notepad. As soon as he stopped talking, he began scribbling things down again.

“Wow, you’ve put a lot of thought into this,”Chase said, looking over Kaz’s shoulder to the notepad. There was a t-chart on it, with powers that Kaz had theorised about on the left, and on the right was the powers that they already knew Chase had. In the bottom right corner was a doodle of a guy peeking over a fence.

“Yeah, well, I couldn’t sleep while thinking about the possible powers you might have!” Kaz exclaimed. Chase thought he should be a bit salty, but he seemed very excited. “So, I figure we move down the list and then try some random ones.”

“Okay then. Do we get breaks?”

“Chase, you’re asking that to the laziest man on earth. Yes, we get breaks,” Kaz answered, getting a smile out of the bionic boy. Nay, the super-bionic boy. “Okay, first on the list is time travel,” Kaz said. “So, do the same thing you did with the teleportation thing, but with a time, instead of a place,” Kaz offered out.

Chase nodded. He shut his eyes gently and concentrated on a time. The first time that he thought about. A happy memory. Kaz watching after Chase at Mighty Med. They were alone. Kaz brought Chase a couple of comics that he thought he might like (Titanio and Tecton mostly) and was reading along with Chase. Kaz was leaning against the bed, reading over Chase’s shoulder.

Chase, having Kaz’s intelligence, read much slower than usual. But Kasz waited for him to finish each page before moving on. It was one of the happiest memories he had. He was with someone caring and understanding. And cute. 

After a moment, Chase opened his eyes again.

“Didn’t work?” Kaz asked. Chase just shook his head. “Okay, next! Healing powers,” He said. Chase just shook his head.

“I’m not gonna risk hurting either one of us to test that,” He said. Kaz nodded, understanding.

“Right, sorry,” He said. In all honesty, he was okay with that. “Okay, after that one is mind reading.”

“Didn’t I already kind of do that?” Chase asked. “I mean, I heard what you were thinking.

“Telepathy and mind reading are often mixed up,” Kaz said, “But, with mind reading, the target doesn’t know you’re listening to them. Here, let’s try it,” He said, putting down the notepad. He looked into Chase’s eyes.

Now, Chase didn’t know if it was because he didn’t know if it was because he couldn’t read minds, or if Chase was just nervous, but he didn’t hear any of Kaz’s thoughts. 

He did, however, notice how beautiful he found Kaz’s eyes. He’d never noticed before. But they made him smile. Because they were beautiful, and Chase wouldn’t mind looking into them forever.

“Why are you smiling? Did you hear my thoughts?” Kaz asked, sounding both excited and very nervous. Chase blinked back to reality.

“What?” Chase asked, “No, I didn’t.”

“Oh,” Kaz said with a silent sigh of relief. “Why were you smiling then?” He asked with a small smile. 

“Uh…” Chase hesitated, “It’s nice knowing you care about this so much. No one’s ever… Cared like this.”

“Oh,” Kaz said, “It’s nothing. I just don’t want what happened to Skylar to happen to you. Y’know, breakin’ stuff on accident,” He said with a small laugh. “Don’t want you getting in trouble.”

“Thanks, Kaz,” Chase responded. Their stare lingered for a second, maybe a little longer than it should’ve, before Kaz turned and cleared his throat.

“Anyway,” He said, “Next is gravity manipulation,” He said, crossing the mind reading ability off the list. 

“What’s the difference between gravity manipulation and flight?” Chase asked. 

“Gravity manipulation affects the things around you. While you can use it on yourself, most people don’t. It’s much harder to control than flight, but the landings can be easier depending,” He said. “Gravity manipulation usually comes with touching other things or people, but sometimes it can just be a force. Or, some people have both, but it’s easier to control with touch than the force, because the force thingy usually affects everything, while the touching one is more concentrated.” Chase just stared in awe. “What?”

“How are you sometimes more of a nerd than I am?” He asked. Kaz rolled his eyes with a smile. 

“Okay, let’s try something small,” Kaz said. He held out his pen. “Try this.” Chase nodded and held out his hand. 

He nervously touched his fingertips to the end of the pen. Kaz separated his fingers from the pen and it began floating up to the ceiling. 

“So it’s basically just molecular kinesis that I can’t control?” Chase asked bluntly. Kaz shrugged.

“I suppose,” He said. “But, you can do it with multiple things at a time,” He said. “Okay, now, try to make it stop,” Kaz said. Chase sighed, but looked up at the pen, trying to concentrate on getting it to fall. 

“It’s not working,” Chase said, looking back at Kaz.

“Here,” Kaz said, reaching for Chase’s hands. “This is how Rarer got their stuff to fall,” He said. “Separate your fingers.” Chase did so. Kaz put his hands on the back of Chase’s hands before pushing his palms together.

As the palms touched together, the pen did indeed fall. 

“Hey, it worked!” He exclaimed, pulling his hands away from Chase’s. Chase put his hands down. “Okay, now try the force thingy. Manipulating the gravity without touching anything.”

Chase nodded. He took a breath and put his hands up awkwardly. Kaz watched affectionately, seeing the nervous boy be adorable as he attempted to control his new powers. He almost didn’t notice when he started floating into the air.

“Woah, Chase! You’re doing it!” He exclaimed. Along with Kaz, the pen, the yellow legal pad, and their chairs began to lift again. 

“I am?” He asked, looking up. “I am!”

“Chase, this is awesome!” Kaz exclaimed, as his head hit the ceiling. “Ow,” He muttered, falling onto his back.

“Sorry,” Chase said, putting his hands together. The furniture and stationary fell to the floor, but Kaz slowly sank down. 

“Didn’t want to get hurt by falling, so I flew,” Kaz explained. 

“Smart,” Chase said as Kaz picked the notepad and pen off the floor. He crossed off Gravity Manipulation, and wrote it down on the other side. 

“Okay, next is shape shifting,” Kaz said. He looked back up at Chase. “We don’t have to test this on.”

“No, no, we can,” Chase said, shaking his head. 

“It should come pretty naturally,” Kaz said. Chase nodded and shut his eyes again. After a few seconds, Kaz spoke up. “Chase, you might want to open your eyes,” He said. So Chase did so.

In front of Chase was a sheep. Or at least, it appeared to be a sheep.

“What?” 

“Is that what you were concentrating on trying to be?” Kaz asked. Chase nodded. Of course he was. Whenever he thought of shapeshifters now, he thought of when Kaz was a sheep. “I think it’s a mirage. Lemme check,” He said. He waved his hands through it, making it fade away in coloured air, dissolving into the surrounding air and becoming transparent again. 

“Hm,” Chase hummed. 

“Awesome!” Kaz exclaimed. “Last time I met someone who could do mirages, they tried to trick Oliver into thinking he was dating Skylar, and then they tried to trick Horace into reviving a supervillain,” He said with a laugh, although Chase could tell it was nervous and sad. 

“Oh,” Chase remarked as Kaz striked off the Shape Shifting item, and wrote down ‘mirages’ on the right side. 

“Yeah, Chaz and Gulliver were really weird,” Kaz commented as he tossed the notepad onto the CyberDesk. “Okay, next is flight. But when Oliver and I flew for the first time, it was an accident.”

“Oh. How?”

“I dunno, we just kinda did it.,” Kaz said with a shrug. “But now, we just think about flying,” Kaz said. 

“Well, that explains your current levitation,” Chase said, looking down to the space between Kaz and the floor. 

“Ah, sorry,” Kaz said, landing himself back on the floor gently. 

After that, they continued to test. Chase had no flight, elemental bending, or weather manipulation. They couldn’t really test if Chase had clairvoyance or danger intuition alone in the lab, so they decided to wrap up the testing.

They watch an episode of The Series of Unfortunate Events before either of them said anything pertinent again. 

“Hey, Chasey, I’m kinda hungry, want a sandwich?” Kaz offered.

“Yeah, but I don’t really wanna go upstairs,” He said, “I don’t like covering my arms,” He said, slightly pouty. Kaz ran his hand along Chase’s bicep, his fingers going over the pale lightning patterned scars. 

“I get that,” He said quietly. He pulled his hand away with a smile. “Hey, you could teleport us. I mean, you need practice, don’t you?” He asked. Chase thought for a second. 

“Do you even know if I can teleport more than just me?”

“Most people can, but hey, this would be a good way to test it,” Kaz said with a smile. Chase sighed.

“I hate that you’re making more sense now that I’ve got superpowers,” He complained before yanking Kaz closer and wrapping his arm around him, making them vanish in a zap of cracking blue electricity.

Bree and Skylar were sitting closely on the couch, watching A Series of Unfortunate Events and suddenly Chase felt like he’d seen all this before.

Kaz, quietly, got out the materials for a sandwich. Skylar must’ve been very distracted for her super hearing to pick it up.

And suddenly it was happening again.

Chase was viewing them from behind, standing in the kitchen. His jacket was off, and the scars on his arms were visible. Next to him was Kaz, who was making two sandwiches. 

‘I don’t like this,’ Chase tried to tell Kaz through his mind. He didn’t know if it’d work. ‘It feels like spying.’

Chase looked over to Bree and Skylar, who were leaning on each other, watching a show that Chase now recognised as The Series of Unfortunate Events

‘I know, Chasey, but you don’t like walking around in hoodies or in long sleeves and gloves, so sneaking around is the best option.’ Kaz’s voice this time. Same way. Kaz’s lips weren’t moving either. It was working.

‘Okay, but why do I have to be here? You could walk around freely. You could walk around with no shirt on at all and no one would say anything about marks you have on your body,’ Chase said. He seemed to instantly regret it. He now knew why. The image of Kaz’s shirtless body running through his mind.

“Hey, Bree, I have something I need to tell you,” Skylar spoke up. Her voice wasn’t like his and Kaz’s. It wasn’t as clear, it was quiet due to her voice being hushed and the distance between the boys and her.

Fuck, no, Chase didn’t know how this ended. This could be a big secret and he couldn’t do anything about it.

“You can tell me anything, Skylar.” Chase was getting deja vu again.

“You know how I tried to date Oliver and failed?”

“Yeah, because he’s a little weirdo.” Bree said, earning a nervous laugh from Skylar.

“That’s not the only reason. I’m gay.”

Kaz paused for a second, but just continued making the sandwiches, while Chase and Bree looked at Skylar, slightly stunned.

“Oh,” Bree said. “I didn’t know. I had no idea.”

“Yeah, that was kinda on purpose,” Skylar said with a small laugh. “It doesn’t make you uncomfortable does it? I just feel like I needed to tel you because we’re both girls and we share a room and—”

“Woah, Skylar, slow down, okay?” Bree said with a soft smile. “It’s okay. I don’t mind.”

Kaz tapped on Chase’s arm, motioning to the two plates of sandwiches he had somehow made quietly enough that the two girls didn’t notice, or they were just too enamoured with each other to notice. 

Chase let out a quiet breath of relief before pulling Kaz close and teleporting each other back to the lab.

“I am never doing that again,” He said, pulling away from Kaz and putting his hands on the CyberDesk stressfully. 

“Sorry, I should’ve just gone up by myself and brought you one,” Kaz admitted with a small sigh, putting the two plates of food onto the desk. 

“Skylar just came out, and we were just there and she didn’t know and–”

“Chase,” Kaz said, putting his hand on his shoulder. “It’ll be okay, okay? It’s no big deal. I mean, you’re not homophobic, right?” He asked, sounding somewhat nervous. Chase couldn’t repress a small laugh.

“It’d be hypocritical if I were,” He said. Kaz narrowed his eyebrows, confused.

“What?”

“What?” Chase immediately responded.

“What does hippo-critical mean?” Kaz asked. Chase let out a silent sigh of relief. 

“Don’t worry about it,” Chase said. “I still feel bad. If Skylar were ready to tell us, she would’ve told us.” Kaz gently pet circles into Chase’s back.

“Skylar will come out when she’s ready, yes,” He said, “But her coming out to Bree is a sign that she’s starting to get comfortable with it. So it’ll probably happen soon. Don’t worry.” Chase smiled a bit.

“Thanks, Kaz. That does help a little bit. Still feels wrong though.”

“I know,” Kaz said with a small nod. But it’ll be okay.”

[hollanderfangirl]

The Anniversary

A/N: Just a little something I wrote today. Sorry it's so short, I wrote it all in one go.

Warnings: none really, just a little angst and mention of death.

Second of May. It was a special day for Harry and y/n. At least Harry thought so. It was their one year anniversary. One whole year of being together. One whole year of love. One whole year of forever. Harry wanted to celebrate, because obviously it was a special day, for both of them. Y/n had been acting strange, well not strange exactly. But just…..sad and disturbed. Harry couldn't make out the reason. He thought maybe it was just one of those days when she had a lot of work. But he intended to change that. He was going to take her out, relax and make her feel like the most special girl out there. He walks over to the kitchen, where she was cooking pasta. He wraps his arms around her waist.

"Aah," she flinches.

"Babe it's just me"

"You just startled me," she turns around and he cups her cheeks with his hands.

"You okay?"

"Yeah I'm fine"

"So do you want to go out tonight?"

"Why?"

"You- you don't remember?"

"Of course I remember.. What's there to celebrate in that?"

"What do you mean what's there to celebrate? It's a special occasion!" Harry exclaims.

"Special?? Special? Are you serious right now?! What is special about it?" Harry noticed she had a few tears in her eyes now. "It was one of the most painful experiences of my life, I'm never going to get over it!"

Harry was so confused and hurt. He didn't understand what was going on, he wondered if they were even talking about the same thing.

"I- I don't understand"

"There's nothing to understand," She starts to walk away but he holds her hand.

"Baby, please tell me if I did something, I- if I hurt you, just don't say things like that"

"I just need to be alone, Har, just for today"

Harry began worrying, if she was going to break up with him. He went through every single detail over the past year, wondering where it went wrong. What had he done that made her say their relationship was the most painful experience of her life? Harry would never cause her pain, never, he loved her too much.

He forgot all about the reservations and the plans, they just looked like distant memories now.

Then he remembered that she was with her sister the previous day. He thought maybe they had a fight or something because of which she was sad. And she was taking it out on him.

He quickly called y/n's sister, and she picked up after half a minute.

"Harry why are you calling right now-"

"Listen, did you and y/n have a fight?"

"No, why?"

"She's acting so weird, I just wanted to take her out for our anniversary and she said our relationship was the most painful experience of her life. I don't understand. Why would she say that?" He could feel his own voice cracking as he started to tear up.

"Anniversary? Today?"

"Yeah"

"Are you sure this was the day you asked her out?"

"Why of course I'm sure! How will I ever forget the date"

"Harry….today is also the death anniversary of our grandfather"

"What?"

"Yes. I'm sure she must have told you about it, she was just six years old when it happened"

"Yeah yeah I know. But I didn't know that was today"

"She was very attached to grandad, you know? I don't remember much because I was just a baby but our grandparents literally raised y/n, our parents used to be out of town, so they left her with them"

"Yeah she has told me. God I feel like a dick, I told her we should go out and celebrate, of course she misinterpreted that"

"It's alright, just go and talk to her"

"Will do"

Harry immediately runs to their shared bedroom and finds y/n laying on the bed, curled up into a ball.

"Y/n?"

No response.

"Y/n baby, listen to me," He gets onto the bed, and gently rubs her back. "I'm so sorry, I'm so stupid I didn't even realise. It's….it's our one year anniversary too today, you know?"

At that, she turns around and sits up.

"What? That's today?"

"Yeah, one year ago I managed to bring up the nerve to ask you out and I'm so glad I did"

"Oh my god," She puts her hand on her forehead. "I can't believe I forgot about that"

"It's okay"

"No it's not. If it was the other way around, if you forgot our anniversary, I would have been furious"

"But today is something else too"

"Yeah, that"

"I think we had a misunderstanding with our last conversation, yeah?"

"Oh god," She laughs. "I was talking about grandad while you were talking about us?"

"It's okay, we can celebrate some other day"

"When?"

"Hmm let me think"

"How about fourth of May? That's two days from now"

"Why the fourth specifically?"

"Well it's Star Wars Day. May the fourth be with you??"

Harry chuckles.

"Okay, love. Now Star Wars Day is our anniversary"

"I love you so much, Harry," She moves closer to him and hugs him tight.

"I love you too," He says kissing her forehead.

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[s-and-n-writes]

don’t let this be the end

don’t let this be the end: part one (out of two) 

summary:

Sometimes, Peter Parker felt a little sad. 

Thinking back, it was nothing at first. There was only the feeling of being under the weather, something he often experienced when high school wore him down. He had bad days, like everyone else, and that was valid. 

How did he go from there to...here? His feet dangling off the bridge, his heartbeat quick and fast, knowing that one slide, one push right off the edge would end him forever?

It was… a long story.

warnings: mentions of suicide, suicide attempt, mature language

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Sometimes, Peter Parker felt a little sad.

Thinking back, it was nothing at first. There was only the feeling of being under the weather, something he often experienced when high school wore him down. He had bad days, like everyone else, and that was valid.

But this day was different.

Somehow he’d ended up at an empty bridge after patrol at 1 am, when the bridge was silent and all was still.

He’d taken off his mask as he stood over the ledge to quiet Karen, who’d been reminding Peter of all the good things in his life. It was like she had instinctively known why he stared down into the water, like she’d known that he couldn’t swim and that drowning was his worst fear, like she had known what he thought of doing.  

But it wasn’t like he was going to jump.

Right?

Peter brushed away the tears in his eyes, and sat against the metal bars, his feet over the ledge. Taking off his web shooters, he placed them by his side.

You know, just in case.

He leaned his head back. Lately his days were full of flashbacks that triggered his panic attacks. Vivid images of Ben, of Mr. Stark's near-death state, of Toomes and the building burying him alive were fresh in his mind. Nights were no better, because the same memories occupied his dreams, and he always woke up screaming.

Peter sighed. He’d been so happy, so...full of life. How did he go from there to...here? His feet dangling off the bridge, his heartbeat quick and fast, knowing that one slide, one step right off the edge would end him forever?

Right, he reminded himself, standing up and looking down, one step.

One step, he thought, one step and I won’t be a burden to May.

He remembered when he was up late one night, doing a school project he didn’t have time to do before. He was focused, and the quietness of the city compared to daytime helped him. Because of the vast difference in noise, his senses tingled just as the door opened and May came in. She was close by, so he could hear everything she did.

It was nothing new. May had late night shifts once every so often, and Peter knew that, so he minded his own business, keeping quiet so she wouldn’t know he was still up. Spidermanning wasn’t supposed to interfere with his school work, so if May knew, she’d freak out, and probably ground him for the rest of his life.

And then he heard it.

The crying.

Peter was confused at first, seeing as he and May were the only ones in the apartment, but then it occurred to him that May could’ve been the one crying.

The thought was...weird. He hadn’t seen her cry since Ben’s funeral, and even then she’d hid it from him, so he only saw a few tears.

He snuck out of his room to where May was, peeking around the corner to see her sitting at the table with her head in her hands, bills sprawled out in front of her.

“F**k,” she said to herself, quietly sobbing, “There’s not enough, there’s not…”

Peter trembled. Why hadn’t he noticed before? May was always tired, constantly had bags under her eyes, and was taking shifts left, right, and center.

Was it because of him? Was he the weight she had to carry? Was the reason she cried because she couldn’t afford as much as she was giving him?

He glanced at May again.

The obvious answer was yes.

Peter retreated to his room, tears in his eyes. He was a burden to May, and it was because of him that she was crying.

It was all because of him.

One step and my friends won’t have to deal with me.

Peter remembered the last time he had been out to patrol. He was supposed to go home afterwards, but a random thug had shot his shoulder, and he was then nursing a bullet wound in his arm as he made his way to Ned’s house.

He didn’t know where else to go.

Mr. Stark would’ve gotten mad, and so would May. The longer he could hide this, the better, and Ned had taken a First Aid class for him anyway.

Turns out, bullet wounds aren’t really covered in First Aid.

“Hold still!” Ned pressed on as he tried to take the bullet out.

Peter hissed. There was no pain medicine he could take that would make a big difference, so Peter just had to deal with the ache in his arm as Ned dug around inside. As he removed it, Ned grabbed the gauze and started wrapping the wound, preventing any more blood from flowing out until Peter’s self-healing could kick in.

At least, that’s what Google said.

After treating the injury, Ned made sure to scold Peter for getting shot in the first place (as May would’ve wanted him to), and Peter felt more and more remorseful as Ned talked.

He shouldn’t have come and made his friend worried.

One step and Mr. Stark would be happy.

The last time Peter had seen Mr. Stark was when he was over at the Avengers Tower. He’d said hi to most of the Avengers, and he ran down to Tony’s lab to finish working on his new suit.

He had waited for a while for Mr. Stark, but when he didn't show, Peter decided to work on the suit alone. He'd been so concentrated that his spidey senses didn't tingle when arm grabbed him from behind, and right on the spot of the gunshot wound.

Peter tried to stifle his gasp of pain, and turned around to look for the person behind him.

It was Mr. Stark.

S**t.

“What. Happened. Spill. ” Mr. Stark said, a hard look in his eyes. There was no doubt that Mr. Stark had only grabbed his arm as a harmless prank, but unfortunately, it had gone in the wrong direction.

“W-what do you mean? Nothing happened,” Peter said, giving an unconvincing reply and mentally preparing himself for the lecture that was about to follow.

“Underoos…” Mr. Stark threatened. Peter shrinked back, and lifted up his sleeve.

“So, I-uh, I might’ve gotten shot..but it’s fine! First aid done and everything! No need to worry, Mr. Stark!”

Peter laughed nervously as Mr. Stark glared at him, raising a single eyebrow and sighing loudly.

“Jesus Pete, you need to come to the Tower for injuries! You've obviously treated it alone or with someone who doesn't know a thing about first aid, from what I can tell. How many times do I have to tell you that this is irresponsible and risky! I thought you knew better than that!” Mr. Stark sternly scolded, rubbing his temples.

Peter shrunk under his gaze.

His mentor sighed again. “Go down to Cho right now, no whining,”

“I don’t whine,” Peter mumbled, clutching his arm and heading out of the lab.

The tears in Peter’s eyes refused to cease as he walked out of the room. Tony, however mad he had gotten in the past, had never yelled at him before, and this was an experience he so desperately wanted to forget.  

Peter sighed. How many mistakes had he made? Going to Ned’s, having him treat the gunshot wound, not going to the Tower, lying to Mr. Stark and May, the list was endless.

He’d gotten everyone worried. He couldn’t do anything right.

So what if he didn’t try anymore?

Peter sniffled at the memory, and gripped the edge of the bridge, ready to push off. It was the last straw, the turning point, the only time when everything became too much and he had nothing left to give.

One step… Peter smiled, fresh tears running down his face, and everything will be better.  

He forced down any last thoughts of regret, feeling empty as he stared down at the water below.

And then he did it. Peter clenched his fists, and took the last step.

But the water never hit.

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Irondad & Spiderson Extravaganza—Fanfic Author Appreciation Day Edition

In honor of Fanfic Author Appreciation Day, here’s the fic list that haunts me at night, that list I cannot stop reading even if I wanted to. There are a few more but this was going to run too long, so I’ll just add my AO3 bookmark link because wow. Everything I bookmarked deserves the look over. Promise.

Lights to Guide You Home - @jolinarjackson

This is that story I cannot stop reading, and I love it more each time I do. It introduces other characters from the MCU, and honestly, Jules can give the Russos a run for their money with the way storylines are connected here. It’s elegant and perfectly paced. It’s one of my favorites. I recommend the entire series wholeheartedly. 

What We Are - @yellowdistress

A sucker for biodad Mr. Stark = me. 

Guys. The very first chapter--the very first line in this story holds right at your PULSE. And it doesn’t let go, not until it wants to. Which is never. Precious Peter Parker is an UNDERSTATEMENT. You want some AU Stark boys going through their lives as best as they can? With your canon “chaotic & heart of gold” Tony, and “walking disaster & too pure for this world” Peter? This. This is it. The whole series. The whole thing. 

The Third Option - Uncertainty_Principle

My very first fic in this fandom and it was, indeed, the best start I could’ve possibly gotten. This AU is outstanding. Man, what a job well done. I have so much to say that I can’t even begin to express it all. This fic blew the door wide open for me. It’s..yeah. This is masterful. 

Hydra’s Not a Home - @tempestaurora

Ugh. There is something about biodad Tony that just fills my lungs with air. This entire series was so complete, so well done; it was fun, and witty, and hurtful and feelings were everywhere. Also, also..Pepper is everything and more in here, and I love when she’s heavily involved. And it’s done well. It makes me FLY. Needless to say..yes. So much yes. The entire series. The whole entire thing. A must read. A muuuuuust. Yes. 

Webcams and Webshooters - @losingmymindtonight

I’m trying very hard to keep my composure because THIS SERIES RIGHT HERE, MAN. WOW. These two chaotic messes are being ridiculous on Peter’s YouTube channel and it’s the funniest, the most enjoyable thing. Nothing short of the most loving and endearing clips until it punches you in the mouth, leaves you bleeding, and then patches you up. All at the same time. If you listen closely, you can still hear my love and tears over this. Goodness, this was outstanding. 

It’ll Be Over (And I’ll Still Be asking When) - @jbsforever

My heart. The jokes. The tears. The Bruce. The way this story is handled, the way Peter Parker..I just..And there is that one scene that I just go back to all the time, because y’all just write the coolest things, and my nerd tears are LOUD. Someone read this and geek out with me. Message me right after you’re done. RIGHT AFTER.

Reviving Peter Parker - @yellowdistress

Here’s what happened: I read this and it took me the h out. 

You know, some times we wish for things that we know cannot take place. And when they actually do happen, because in the world of Tony Stark, aliens and gods walk amongst him so nothing can really surprise him anymore, it’s not all it’s cracked up to be. Denni has a way to tell a story with such very human-like emotion, and responses from our boys, that it’s almost too much. The tears were present right with their sibling pain. Read it all. All the parts. You won’t regret it. 

The Closest Thing He’s Got - @ grilledcheesing 

The..things I underwent with this wonderful work..All the emotions in the spectrum. Just so many things to feel. 

You love Steve? Read this. You hate Steve? Read this.

You love Spidey? Read. This. You hate Spidey? Read this, but good luck.

You love Irondad & Spiderson trope? Read this!!!!!

You love Tony Stark? Read this right now. Because he’s dong his best and everyone needs to back off. 

You hate Tony? Read this and eat your heart out.

Read this. Read this read this read this

5 Times Peter Parker Saved Tony Stark - @madasthesea 

There is a special place in my heart for all things “Peter Parker saving himself + others” and Tony just impressed with him each time. Because yeah, Tony. You found a good one. And he loves you just as much as you love him. “Ugh. So proud of that Spiderbaby” was what I murmured throughout this whole thing, with the occasional scream :)

5 Times Peter Made Tony Laugh Out Loud - @ grilledcheesing

There were tears rolling down my face when I read this. It was the funniest thing. I love Peter, that walking disaster. I’m just glad Tony is in his corner. Please read this and have yourself a good laugh. It is the best. But beware that all jokes must stop at some point.

5 Times Everyone Thought Spider-Man was Iron Man’s Favorite Superhero -  @madasthesea

Mr. Parker deserves all the love, and all the support. All the encouragement. All the good and “doing his best to be good” Irondad. This is the fic where my boys are loving on each other and everything is right with the world. 

Here’s to All the New Beginnings - @groo-ock

There is no retired Irondad like this author’s retired irondad. Gosh, Tony is a MESS, but what a good one he is. This gives you origin pieces here and there, and Tony being comically distressed over Peter, and loving him so much, it’s almost unhealthy. Also, love me some Pepper Stark nei Potts. I laughed so hard and then cried just as much. Peter’s growing and Tony can’t handle much of it. 

Honey Bee Theorem - @ closingdoors 

There are so many ways Tony’s life could’ve been lived, so many things that could’ve happened, so many things that could’ve been said. Pepper explores all of them, and it leaves you breathless no matter which way she presents them. This was quick and painful and gorgeous. We stan Queen Stark nei Potts. And we might not be okay, but yeah, he can definitely rest now. 

Soul of Wit - @yellowdistress

Sometimes I’m in bed at night thinking, “hmm, Denni is out for blood.” And by that, I mean she’s out for mine specifically. This ridiculous one-shot shot me right in my chest. Leave it to Denni to literally show you the world as it is, and make you feel this..ache in your chest, and have you THANK HER FOR THE PAIN SHE’S CAUSED. I love her work so much, that talented bean. Read this. Till the very, very end. It’s gonna suck, but I promise you’ll love it. 

Holdfasts - @groo-ock

“I know this is just my under-treated anxiety talking,” Tony says, “but if I leave this chair or close my eyes even for a second, the kid is going to die. So I have to stay here.”

Tony and Peter are a walking disaster. It’s so bad, oh my gosh. It’s so bad. The laughing while simultaneously panicking as I read this was unbelievable. The things these authors make me FEEL. Y’all don’t understand how good this is. Like, lol, seriously. This is just straight up phenomenal. Phenomenal.

Four Paragraphs - @iron--spider

WOW. Okay. The softest thing in all the land is what takes place when this majestic author creates a story. I mean, seriously, these were the best four paragraphs I’ve ever laughed and cried through. The love, the pride, the longing, the gentleness. “Everything is alright. We’re okay” is always the theme with iron--spider and honestly? I STAN SO HARD, IT MIGHT BE ILLEGAL. Loved this so much. So much. 

Call This Fixer-Upper Home - @3wworms 

Amy has a way with words. It’s surreal how a simple one shot about a couch can have someone aching, eyes prickling, and long after the tab for the story is closed, the thoughts of it all produce salty tears. Maybe it was the note she left before the story started. But..nah, Amy has a WAY with WORDS. It’s unmatched. It’s surreal. 

I Am One of You Forever - @groo-ock 

Say goodbye to your canon broken heart because this is coming for it full force. This was entirely too beautiful; it was easy. Simple. Genuine. It was SO moving. The closing chapter to the brand new book. Like a dream. Mundane, loving, friendship, love. You name all good things, this one-shot has got it. The tears will be inevitable. On multiple occasions. 

Star Child - @iron--spider

This is so organic and so soft. It’s wholesome, so much so it made me cry. These two really deserved more time. And I will never thank this author enough for giving it to them. Always. My Pete is undoubtedly a star child. Don’t fight Tony on it. 

The First Birthday After - @iron--spider

Goodness. No words. Just tears. 

Happy Birthday, tincan. 

We miss you. 

Flight of the Navigator - @3wworms

Everything, and I mean everything Amy posts is truly organic, mature and just nothing short of phenomenal. This is my favorite from her. The level of detail and characterization displayed here leaves me speechless. Always. I literally run from her fics. She pushes things out of me with the most mundane, simple concepts. A conversation, a thought, a LINE. Goodness, did I cry when I read this. It’s elegant and intelligent, insightful. It’s just so great. There is a tone to everything she creates, and it’s always so heartfelt. Everything. Everything everything is truly a work of art. 

Blankets and Brain Melting Fevers - @hailing-stars

I love some ridiculous, overprotective, comical Tony Stark. And I love even more the way Peter’s heart always has a thing for showing something new to this man. Something as simple as spaghetti-o's, and to make me CRY real tears. This was so funny and truly wonderful. Uncalled tears! But wonderful nonetheless. 

On My First Son - pansley

I almost didn’t include this. There are some things some would say are better left..unread. But what a disservice would that have been to you, to us, to the author. 

I cried throughout the entire time I was reading this. Literally. The moment you meet Peter, you already lost. 

This is absolutely incredible. What a piece. 

This one is the definition of a tear jerker. Period. It will wake up things inside of you that you’d never even know you’d felt for these characters we grew with. 

I cannot emphasize this enough: I was dangerously dehydrated. 

Heavens, what a story. I was breathless. 

Read this, but sincerely do so with extreme caution. 

Hold on to everything, because this one-shot is coming like a tsunami. No ifs ands or buts.

[thewnchstrs]

it’s that time of the month again!

Dean X Reader

The Witness(part 1): you’re witness to a murder committed by a flying broomstick. the police don’t believe you, but two handsome FBI agents that show up to your door seem to be more open-minded | @thewhitejournal

Wildest Dreams: she works in diner and he’s constantly traveling. After meeting he can’t seem to stay away away from her. | @spidey-babe-parker

Professional Environment: you’ve had the hots for your boss, Dean Winchester, since day one. You always do your very best to please him in any way possible. What happens when one day, you don’t? | @teddybeardoctorr

Trust: you are in need of help and your first choice is two people who don’t like you. | @lonelyandlovelorn

Rescue You: my name is Y/N. I’m the outcast of my witch community. This is the story of how I rescued Dean Winchester, the story of how he saved me. | @jay-and-dean

Fighting For a Future: Y/N help Dean contain Michael in his head. they now share a soul, but Y/N has pushed Dean away. Can Dean fight her stubborn streak? or will they lose their fight before they can even begin? | @flamencodiva​

Deal. | @bad268

Don’t Go Changing: it was never supposed to end up like this. You find out the truth about Dean Winchester. | @sunlightdances

Hurricane: with one of the most dangerous serial killers on the loose and in your tracks you have no choice but to rely on the help of the police to ensure your safety. It doesn’t hurt that the detective in charge is the one of the most skilled there is and probably, well, definitely the most charming one you have ever seen. Or that his flirting with you takes your mind off the danger waiting for you right around the corner. | @angelkurenai​

Abandoned: Dean is forced to be a single father after the reader left them. Three years later she shows up out of no where.| @i-write-about-anything​

Supernatural Series Rewrites | @adorable-dean-winchester

Ride With Me: alternate universe (AU) in which the reader is a horse rider who goes to a ranch in Arizona, owned by Bobby Singer and his wife Ellen, to gain work experience. A heartwarming series about a cowboy who falls for the girl, letting go of the past and the importance of family. | @katehuntington

When Your Past Comes Knocking: a demon hunt goes bad and the boys learn something about your past. | @vicmc624

Cheater, Cheater: Y/N and the boys go on an unusual hunt. | @okayhowmuchforthearm

Old Love, New Love: it’s been four years since Dean Winchester broke her heart, now that he has to work with her, how will old feelings resurface? | @mypassionsarenysins

Sam X Reader

Please... | @georgialouisea​

Stay With Me: Sam wants you to stay and of course you agree, but with Dean and hunting, can you really? | @multifandomaestheticsblog​

Good: Sam’s having a hard day. Reader makes it better. | @slytherkins

Life: The Game | @missmarrinette

Secrets: a drunken night with your boyfriend, his brother and your best friend ends in a lot of your secrets getting out | @supernotnaturalcas

Adjustments: hiding an illness isn’t easy, especially when you’re still learning about it. | @kittenofdoomage

Crossing Parallel Lines: after searching through hundreds of lore books and wanting to go on an a new adventure, the reader accidentally ends up somewhere she never expected and with people she never expected to meet! | @swiftlymoniquesblog

Lean on Me | @deansmyapplepie

Nightmare: after waking up from a nightmare, you and the Winchesters head out to help another hunter. | @crispychrissy

Sleepy Confessions | @team-free-will-oneshots

Three’s a Crowd: you are the girl Sam lives with between s7 and 8 and you are happy together until Dean shows up and forces you to leave. | @supernatural---imagines

In the Studio | @spn-and-daddy-issues

Marriage Mishaps: the Reader and Sam find out about some shocking news that could affect their relationship. | @syven-siren​

Thunderstruck: what happens when the reader comes into contact with Amara? | @fandomoneshots-imagines

Cas X Reader

Winter’s Eye: season 13 canon tells you how AU!Castiel’s story ends, this is how it begins. The deranged and damaged iteration of Castiel we met in the apocalypse universe - an obedient soldier to Michael’s cause barely in control of his vessel’s frayed and erratically firing nerves whose inherent kindness toward humankind appeared entirely obliterated - wasn’t always an unfeeling angelic weapon of interrogation. Once, he sympathized with the plight of humans; one, he loved. | @webcricket​

The Memory Remains: Y/N’s memory had been erased, but a car crash brings more pain than just the physical. | @iwantthedean​

Sharing a Bed | @spilledkauffie​

Cat Got Your Tongue?: Castiel x male reader headcanon for each of them bringing an animal home w/o the other one knowing? Reader brings a corgi, Cas brings a cat? | @just--another--daydreamer 

Paint Cans | @sauntered-vaguely-downward​

Small One: Cas takes care of his newborn Nephilim daughter. | @alexwritessupernatural​

Roman Holiday: Sam and Dean have been making you feel small and unimportant lately, like more of a hindrance than a help. When you leave to spend some time on your own and nurse your wounded feelings, your favorite angel shows up to ease your mind and heart by accompanying you on an off-the-cuff vacation. | @shittyelfwriter​

Alone Time: when the boys head out on a hunt, you decide to have some relaxation time. | @forever-trapped-in-my-dreams​

You Okay? | @fictionalabyss​

Snap Crackle Pop: Introducing Cas to pop rocks | @swlbarnes​

Lebanon: After bringing your dad back with the pearl, many things were changed in the timeline. You find your husband, Cas, but he doesn’t remember you. Based on 14x13. | @supervengerslock​

Beautiful: An insecure Castiel shows reader his wings for the first time | @dabakook101​

Sharing is Caring: You and Castiel share a bed…and a little more. | @fanfic-scribbles​

Other Pairings

One and One Make Three: Friends are always there for you. Through the good times and the bad. After a night out with two of your best friends, catching up and celebrating the end of a chapter, you can’t help but wondering what lies ahead for you in the next. Start a family like Jared? Find another acting job like Jensen would? Little do you know, your best friend is harboring a huge secret and one decision was about to change your life forever. |  Jensen X Reader | @supernatural-jackles

Piercings: Sam and Dean let their younger sister get another piercing, and are a little surprised by her choice. | Winchester!Sister | @to-write-ornah

Chuck Tailors: Chuck is a custom tailor and is making the suits for the groomsmen in cousin Castiel’s wedding. When two strapping men walk into his shop, he can’t help but hope he might make more than just a suit for one of them | Dean X Chuck | @atc74

Fade Into You | Jensen X Reader | @sinatrababyy

Back To Sleep: Jared arrives home after filming and the only thing on his mind is you. | Jared X Reader | @princessmisery666​

Delirium: After one too many sleepless nights, a certain Nephilim begins to grow concerned for Y/N. | Jack X Reader | @just-imagine-1​

Demon Dean: The Mark of Cain has turned Dean into a demon and Sam and the reader try to save him. | Winchester!Sister | @winchestergirl23​

Dying of a Broken Heart: Jensen says something to hurt the woman he loves and he will do anything to fix his mistake. | Jensen X Reader | @pecanpieandgreeneyes85

Non-Pairings

No Second Chances: Y/N and Sam try to save Dean from the Mark of Cain, and Dean is not too happy about it | @winchester-books​

Fandom Letter From Castiel, School Struggles | @to-my-beloved-fandoms-2​

Sibling Jealousy: Reader has known the Winchesters for a long time, almost two years before Cas entered their lives. After that, since Reader was the only one actually teaching the angel about humanity customs and stuff like that, properly, they developed a closer relationship, on the parent-kid way. But it was never verbally acknowledged. Now, with Lucifer’s child on the way, life stabs some sense and realizations onto Reader, but there’s no time for feelings in this house | @no-te-lo-voy-a-dar

Death Isn’t The End | @foreverwayward

Imagines

Imagine being best friends with Jared, Jensen and Misha | @thwiso​

Imagine you’re Sam’s lover and you’re standing face to face with Lucifer who possessed him a long time ago | @istigatorawrites

Imagine stargazing with Rowena | @multifandomfix​

Imagine being in love with Dean but being told Cas is your soulmate | @writing-of-an-angel​

Imagine meeting Sam at a book store | @writtenwinchester

SPN headcanons | @dolly-face03

Being Lucifer’s child and meeting Sam and Dean Winchester would include... | @lotsoffandomimagines

Imagine playing with Sam’s hair when you’re bored | @dumbbitchenergy17

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FOREVER TAG LIST

@spnbaby-67 | @octo-cow52 | @luciferslucille | @anti-social-club | @search-bar | @mellorine-paprika | @thepocketshoelace | @jaremish | @the-salty-asian | @the-hufflepuff-hunter | @robynannemackenzie-blog | @mersuperwholocked-lowlife | @lilreethi | @find-sammys-shoe |  @caswinchester2000 | @damnedimpala | @thelittlestwinchestersister | @lauren-novak | @adeanmon | @tmiships4life | @spnficgirl

DEAN TAG LIST

@mccartneywinchester | @resanoona

WINCHESTER SISTER TAG LIST

@resanoona | @mccartneywinchester | @bunnyandy12 | @breereadsthings | @slytherinrising

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until I see you again | T.H

Summary: You don’t know when you’ll get to see him again so you make the most of the time you have.

Warnings: Uhhh this is an angel!tom x angel!reader au so please only read it if you’re okay with that au! hate is not appreciated and will only be deleted.

Words: 1047

MY IMAGINES | MY SERIES ✧

Wings tickle the side of your face and you open your eyes to see little, white feathers. Your favourite. 

They’re nothing short of soft, the most heavenly things you swore you’d ever lay your hands on as you reach up and stroke through the familiar things. Starting from the roots and running nimble fingers to the tips, making the boy beside you stir in his sleep. His lips part slightly and he lets out a barely audible moan, burying his face and tousled brown curls in your neck.

“It’s morning, my darling.” You whisper, lips meeting the top of his head. He doesn’t budge, accepting the warmth you hand out so willingly to him. “You have to get back, can’t have you getting in trouble again.” You tell him, hoping that the thought of being scolded by his superiors for wandering around Earth again would get the angel up.

It wasn’t that you wanted him to leave the comfort that was your New York apartment. It was that you didn’t want him to get in trouble. It was you having something angels weren’t supposed to, empathy, selflessness.

“Don’t wanna go, you’re too comfortable.” He groans, head resting in your chest.

You giggle, black wings of your own fluttering at his words. You always basked in the fact that his voice was raspier in the morning, deeper too and he was always more romantic this early in the morning. Though you did love how high his voice could get when he begged.

“You have to go soon, my love. People will start to get suspicious about you and me.” You wet your bottom lips, curling your legs around the ends of the plush white sheet. The only thing that covered your nude body. “Goodness only knows what'll happen to an angel that dares sleep with a demon.”

You practically sput the last word, only slightly ashamed of your own title – which wasn’t like you at all. 

He pushes himself up until he’s resting on his arms, groaning softly. “I thought we agreed not to talk about that. You know how it makes me feel.”

Guilt washes over you as you remember just how much he hated hearing about the possible repercussions. The two of you had both agreed that it’d remain something unspoken, though it was always there taunting the both of you. With that in mind, you reach over to play with strands of his hair, loving the softness beneath your fingers and you feel him relax almost instantly. Much like his wings, they were fluffy, smooth beneath you.

“I do, but you were out cold and I don’t want you to get in trouble again. I remember how distraught you got the last time it happened.” You tell him, wincing as you remember the night he begged you to meet him on Earth once more after a week of not hearing from the young angel – who was actually around the same age as you. He had hiccuped as he spoke over the phone, salty tears meeting wet lips.

Tom shakes his head, trying to rid the awful memory. Being told off made him feel like a child. “I wasn’t that bad. I can handle being told off.” He lies right through his teeth, knowing that if anyone could see through him it’d be you. His love.

“Darling, you came to me in tears. Your wings were drooping and everything.” You giggle, eyes flashing black and your angel buries his head back in your shoulder. “I spent hours comforting you but I have no regrets. Seeing you smile after hours of sobbing bought me more relief then I knew possible.”

Tom spends a moment thanking whatever force bought the two of you together before he sits up, the sheet slips exposing your bare chest and his, pooling around his waist almost perfectly. Outside, birds chirp and the sun streams in through sheer curtains. It’s a sight you wouldn’t see in either heaven or hell and Tom allows himself to feel the sun on white skin. Warmth melts away his fears, leaving him feeling new again and embraced in both the heat that radiates off of the sun and your fingertips that draw circles on a covered thigh.

While Tom savoured the warmth, he knew that you favoured the cold. 

When it snowed he could find you outside, collecting handfuls of the stuff in bare hands with a grin wider then he swears he’d seen and would ever see. Your eyes would glimmer but not a jet black, no. Any colour but. They’d be wide and bright and beads of snow would sit in sprawled strands of hair. Even rain. You’d stand in the rain in nothing but a tank top and shirts and feel the icy beads shimmy between pure black feathers.

“You’re the softest demon I know.” Tom murmurs, heat rising to his cheeks. He’s practically mesmerised.

“Only for one angel, got it?” You smile, stretching your arms above your head. Two sharp teeth taunt him. “Now as much as I’d love to spend more time with you, you have around twenty minutes to get you and your wings back to Heaven before people come looking for you.”

“I don’t want to go.” He tells you, angelic white wings falling slightly as well as the grin that had previously taken place on his features. “Let’s run away together, you and me.”

The thought sounded blissful. The most self-indulgent idea he’d spoken up since he had asked you to meet up with him this weekend. But apologetically, you sit up to press a gentle kiss to his lips. It lasts no more then five seconds but the two of you appreciate every second, wanting nothing more then to stay there forever.

“I love that idea, my love, but not today.” You smile, giving him a wishful look. It spoke more then a thousand words, telling Tom everything he needed to know. “I’ll be counting down the hours until I get to feel your lips on mine again, angel.”

The once romantic, relaxed atmosphere is now anything but. It’s filled with sorrow for you’re unsure if the next time you see him will be two days or two months. Whatever one it was, you’d wait for him.

With one more hand squeeze, he stands up, tugging a white shirt over his head. “I’ll be counting down the seconds until I get to see you again.”

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Do Me A Favour | T.H.

A/N: So I was listening to Arctic Monkeys during a road trip a couple of weeks ago and I got much inspiration out of their songs, and since I got back I started to work a little bit on this. It’s one of my favourite songs in the whole world and I just wanted to post something with it. And unfortunately my vacations are over and I have to write in classes (I really hate chem, so I hide myself in the back and write a little bit). Also, I’m posting this now to get our minds off the fact that Spiderman is being removed from MCU, and I’m so heartbroken because Spidey has been my favourite hero since I was a little girl and Tobey used to play him. 

Song: Do Me A Favour - Arctic Monkeys

Pairing: Tom Holland X Reader

Summary (Important to know a bit more of what will be written below): Tom is always traveling, which means he’s never home to be with his girlfriend, and she held for a very long time to go to Paris and study gastronomy, which has always been her dream. Until one day she decided to go and it was too hard to let her go.

Warnings: Angst and a lot of crying. Also swearing.

Words: 2,1K

MASTERLIST

Well the mourning was complete

When there was tears on the steering wheel dripping on the seat

Several hours or several weeks

I’d have the cheek to say they’re equally as bleak

He just sat there in front of his steering wheel, car parked in the middle of an almost empty parking lot, not being able to start the car or even to see what was in front of him. Blurry vision caused by his tears, blinding the way. It was like he had no strength to start the car and get home to seek for something to comfort him. The thing that would help him was also the reason why he is crying. The rain outside wasn’t helping his mood, making it ten times worse than it was supposed to be. His heart was broken and he doesn’t think it can easily be fixed, or even fixed at all. The love of his life was now gone to another country, to pursue her dreams for once. Since the two of you met, she used to talk about how much she wanted to study gastronomy in Paris, just like her grandmother. It was her dream, but for many years she postponed the opportunity to stay in London, just to be with Tom, her long time best friend and boyfriend. He always had the dream to become a famous actor, and well, he did it, which means he was always away, for too long if she got to say. And after a couple of years waiting for him to come back home and spend some more time with her, she gave up and decided that if he got the chance to pursue his dream, damn she can do it too. And she did it, which led them to a huge discussion.

“What am I supposed to do without you here, (Y/N)?” Tom asked angrily.

“I don’t know, maybe wait, like I always do to you.”

“Is this about me?”

“No Thomas, not everything is about you! I have my own life, you know. I wanna have something for myself for once.” He ran his hand through his hair and sighed. “But I don’t have to go, if you really want me to stay.”

“No, you need to go.” He said, more calm. He closed his eyes and tried to calm down a bit more. “It’s your dream (Y/N), and you should go after it.”

It’s the beginning of the end

The car went up the hill and disappeared around the bend

Ask anyone, they’ll tell you that it’s these times that it tends

To start to break in half, to start to fall apart

Hold on to your heart

That discussion kept coming back to his mind. If he hadn’t been so selfish maybe it wouldn’t have hurt her so much to leave, but he knew that he fucked up in that moment. And the image of her leaving kept replaying in his head, like the worst nightmare that came true. He has been there for almost an hour, crying loudly and alone. And so when he saw he couldn’t calm himself down at that moment, he started the car and began driving. Slowly he controlled his breath and that made him calm down. Soon, the train station couldn’t be seen in plain sight anymore and he knew he was driving away from his feeling somehow. His heart was breaking for leaving her behind, for not going after her. He couldn’t, she had to do it alone. He knew the day was coming, the day she would leave, and he tried to prepare himself, but the wasn’t able to do it, and he never will.

And me a favour and break my nose

Or do me a favour and tell me to go away

Do me a favour and stop asking questions

He made her really upset these past few days, and she made him too, but he got the feeling that he was the only and exclusive one guilty about all of this. The truth is that he wasn’t happy to see her go, even though he told everyone he was. Tom was proud, of course he was, his baby girl got an amazing opportunity, but he could never say he was happy, because it broke every single piece of him. The poor boy felt so guilty about it, and all he wanted was to shout, or maybe for her to scream at him. He figured once she went away, it you become easier, because he couldn’t stand fighting about it anymore.

“Of course I want you to go. It’s your dream, and you should do it.”

“I always got the feeling that you don’t want me to leave. But guess what Tom, it fucking hurts to see you leave too. Everytime you go to another country to shoot something, I spend almost a full week feeling empty and sad, curled up in my bed.” He sat down in her bed, head between his hands. She got down and held both of his wrists.

“I keep breaking your heart.” He said, letting the first drop roll by. “If you want to break up with me, I’ll understand it.”

“I don’t wanna break up Tommy, I want to be with you. But I don’t like you lying to be. If you don’t want me to leave, you should tell me. I can see how miserable you are in your eyes. You can’t keep lying to me, and I know for a fact you are.”

“Please, stop saying this to me. I don’t wanna talk about it anymore!” He tried to get away but you held him into a hug.

“It’s okay to not want me gone, I understand it. Just tell me, please.” She ran her fingers through his hair, trying to calm him down.

“I’m sorry, for being such a bad boyfriend.”

“You’re the best boyfriend in the world.” She got down to him and left a small peck on his lips. “We’re gonna be okay.”

She walked away while her shoes were untied

And the eyes were all red, you could see that we’d cried

And I watched and I waited ‘til she was inside

Forcing a smile and waving goodbye

So the day came, and Tom woke one last time next to (Y/N). He had calmed her down to sleep last night since she wasn’t able to stop crying. His chest was still wet when he woke up by the touch of her fingertips on his hair. He helped her close her bags and had lunch with her family and also his family. The day went by so fast and soon it was almost the end of the afternoon. She said goodbye to her mom and dad, her sister and cats. She also said goodbye to the three younger Holland brothers and Nikki and Dom. Tom felt the urgency of having to cry so fucking bad, but the held it as much as he could, she didn’t deserve to see him so sad with her leaving. He really wanted to support her and be the best boyfriend, but he just couldn’t do it. His brother Harry slipped a hand into his shoulder, trying to give him some kind of comfort, because he knew his brother was going through a rough time. After so many goodbyes, he drove her to the train station, and his hands didn’t leave her tights not even for a bit, while her hands landed softly over his, caressing it with her thumb. He carried her bags silently, just like he was slowly walking to give her away to death, helped her with her ticket and everything else, she being attached to his arm all the time. He let the luggage rest on the floor and she hugged him, burying her face on the crook of his neck, starting to cry loudly.

“Please forgive me for doing this Tommy.”

“There’s nothing to forgive, but me being the not so supportive boyfriend. I’m sorry, for everything.” He kissed the top of her head, hands running up and down her back. “This is a good fucking thing, okay? You’re going to college in Paris, it’s been your dream since a little girl.”

“I’m gonna break your heart.”

“I’ve broken yours for so many times baby girl." He held her tighter and stroked her hair slowly. "Every time I leave, every time I'm not there to support you."

"I love you, so much.”

“I love you too.” And so they shared their last kiss. It was probably the most painful thing both of them had ever done. The feeling that it would be their last one for a long time would go away, and they tried to take advantage of it for a long time, salty tears mixing between the bitter taste on their mouths. He pulled away from her, holding her face between his hands. He whipped some tears away from her face. “Don’t cry my love, you’re gonna be the greatest baker born in this world.”

“I don’t wanna lose you.” He kissed her forehead and met her gaze.

“You’re not going to. I’ve left so many times and you didn’t lose me.”

“This is different. You’d always come home, back to me. This time, I’m leaving for real.”

“Paris is so close, I can visit you all the time.” He hugged her again. “Also, I know somehow we will always come back to each other.”

“I know.” She said, so low it was almost a whisper.

“You have to go baby.” She looked right into his eyes again, giving one last kiss on his lips, one that will echo forever and somehow it would never end. 

“I love you, so much Tom.”

“I love you too, don’t ever forget that, not even for a second.”

She slowly walked to the train and glanced back at him. He was forcing a smile, trying to seem happy for her, so seem strong and supportive, and she could tell it was the hardest thing he had ever done. She loved Tom and he loved her. Being away from each other is going to be the hardest thing in the world. She squinted her eyes and wiped away her tears. She was following her dream, but leaving her other one behind, crying for her.

When she walked into the train, Tom couldn’t hold it anymore, crumbling completely and bursting into tears and heart aching. Once he saw her in the window, he waved goodbye, watching the train depart and soon not being able to see it anymore, getting back to his car.

Curiosity becomes a heavy load

Too heavy to hold

Will force you to be cold

Now he was back in the car, driving home, seeking for comfort, but he knew that the comfort he was looking for was on her way to Paris. He couldn’t explain what he was feeling, but it was the worst feeling in the world. It was hard to drive home, with all of those tears blinding his way, but once he parked home, Sam ran out of the house and Tom crumbled in his brothers arms, not being able to stand up anymore. Sam tried to hold him while he was desperately crying.

“I lost her Sam, she’s gone.”

“I know mate, I’m sorry.” He didn’t have the guts to say otherwise, giving Tom false hopes would be worse. “She left you something, it’s upstairs in your room.”

Tom nodded and tried to start walking, but got some help from his brother. His bedroom was a mess, but still he managed to find a small photo over his bed, a single polaroid of both of them. It was from her 20th birthday, some years ago, at the beginning of their relationship. She was wearing a floral tight dress, the one Tom really used to love seeing her wearing, sitting on his lap, with him kissing her temple. He flipped it over to find a small text.

Do me a favour and ask if you need some help

She said “Do me a favour and stop flattering yourself!”

“Don’t be too hard on yourself baby. This is for everytime you miss me. If you need help, please ask. I love you and you own my heart, forever.”

“Oh (Y/N), you’re the most special girl in this whole fucking world.” Sam hugged him, comforting him, or at least trying to. “I’m gonna need some help mate, or I’m gonna fall into the deepest depression.”

“I’m here for you, we all are. You’re not alone.”

And to tear apart the times that blind

Perhaps fuck off might be too kind

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Why (most of) the 2010s Marvel legacy characters didn’t work

For Marvel characters I think it comes off as profoundly undermining when they get legacies, at least in the specific way Marvel attempted this throughout the 2010s.

To explain this we need to actually first look at DC’s characters in order to compare and contrast why legacies for them tend to work out better than they do for Marvel.

Simply put back in the 1930s-1950s (if not even later) DC’s characters were almost always created as powers first, people second. Wish fulfilment fantasy figures over flawed mere mortals.

Consequently you could legacy Green Lantern and the Flash in the 1950s and then do so again in the 1980s-1990s because so so long as you had a guy with a ring and another guy with super speed you were retaining the essence of both characters, the fundamental point and appeal of them.

But the Marvel characters were the other way around and practically deliberately designed to be so. 

Thor was the story of the life and times of Thor Odinson. Spider-Man was the story of the life and times of Peter Parker. The Fantastic Four was never the story about a brainiac who stretched, a girl who could go invisible, a kid who could burst into flame and a guy who looked like a rock monster. 

It was about a stern scientist obsessed with his work. A nurturing young woman who loved him but was frustrated by his tendency to get lost in his work. Her younger brother interested in sports cars, girls, excitement and other typically hot headed teenage endeavours. And an average Joe who was tortured and depressed that he was no longer human. 

Ben Grimm could’ve looked like any kind of monster and the central point of his character would have been retained. The F4′s specific powers, complemented their personalities, but they were not the driving point unto themselves. 

In contrast let us consider Captain America, probably the Marvel character who’s done the ‘replacement legacy hero’ storyline the most (at least within 616 canon). How comes he  lends himself so much better to this type of story than the other Marvel characters? 

Simple, because unlike most of the big name Marvel characters you know of, he wasn’t created in the 1960s or beyond. Cap was the product of the 1940s and was a peer to those same early days super heroes from the Golden Age, including the original Green Lantern and Flash. Like them he began fundamentally more as a symbol and powerset than a person. 

But now flashing forward to the 21st century many (most in my view) Flash fans were upset (and continue to be so) Wally West’s ascension to the Flash mantle was undermined and ultimately undone for the sake of restoring Barry Allan to the spotlight. The reason for this upset when Wally himself had replaced Barry? Wally had proven himself a far more flawed, nuanced and complex character than Barry had ever been. 

He demonstrated a degree of characterisation in the Flash role that Barry never had. It wasn’t even that he simply had more of this than Barry, but that Barry, just like Jay Garrick preceding him, had little to speak of in the first place. Thus the contrast between Jay and Barry was mostly superficial but the contrast between Barry and Wally was as stark as comparing Spider-Man to 1950s Superman.*

But Wally West, and the entire DC Universe from Post-Crisis onwards in fact, were in that mould precisely because they were trying to be more like Marvel comics has been since the 1960s onwards. 

DC in effect began prioritising the people beneath the costumes over the powers.** But Marvel starting in the 1960s had pretty much always been like that with their heroes.

Consequently when legacies popped up and those new characters were pushed as being just as good, just as worthy, or (in some cases) lowkey pushed as being better  than their predecessors it naturally rubbed those fans with decades of emotional investment the wrong way. OBVIOUSLY  a woman or a POC can be just as worthy and just as capable as a man or a white person as a superhero. But series to series, character to character, it was almost like Marvel was taking away your beloved pet.

Imagine for a moment you had a pet named Rex that you’d known and loved for years. 

Then Marvel insisted on taking Rex away from you when there was nothing wrong with him. In his place they give you another clearly different pet with Rex’s collar, who gets Rex’s bowl, Rex’s food, Rex’s toys, Rex’s bed and even Rex’s name and asks you to treat them not as just a new dog but straight up the new Rex.

Except he isn’t Rex. Rex is Rex. The ‘new Rex’ playing with Rex’s toys, doing the same tricks as him or having his collar doesn’t change that.*** 

Because Rex was more than a collar, his toys or his tricks. He was an individual that you’d known and loved. And even if you know Rex is going to come back ‘eventually’ having Rex taken away from you at all, having the new Rex supplant them (especially if old Rex was screwed over for the sake of new Rex’s arrival) and having so many people insist new Rex is just as great or more great than old Rex (to the point where many people loudly proclaim they don’t even want the old Rex back and the old Rex was kinda lame and boring) is going to create a massive dissonance. Maybe you would’ve been chill with the new Rex is he was just another additional pet called Rover or even like RexY who was similar yet different to Rex, but not actually promoted AS Rex or as his replacement. 

Maybe you would’ve been okay with the new Rex if the old one got too old, died naturally or accidentally. But you aren’t okay with it because there was nothing wrong with Rex, you LOVED Rex and Rex had been with you and been around generally forever. So the new Rex felt like he was undermining him, especially undermining Rex’s individuality. 

That’s how I think most Marvel fans felt about practically EVERY legacy situation that’s ever cropped up from the 1960s onwards, not even the ones just from the 2010s. I remember  the outrage when Bucky was announced as the new Cap. I know there were people salty about Eric Masterson as Thor and the Spider-Man Clone Saga speaks for itself.

Compounding the situation is that more than a few media outlets (despite imo not representing the feeling’s of the majority at all) promoted (and in some cases still promote) the new characters as not just better than they are (see the dozen or so lists talking about how great Riri allegedly was) but along with many fans tear down the older characters whilst doing so. 

See every article ever talking about why Peter Parker in the movies (and sometimes in the comics) NEEDS to die for the sake of Miles becoming the new Spider-Man in spite of their rationales rarely making sense from a creative/financial POV and utilizing misrepresentations of both characters to varying degrees. Even fans that appreciate the social/political relevancy of the new characters are going to naturally be upset in response to that and angrily voice opposition when the character they love gets dragged through the mud like that. And that then gets exacerbated when they are labelled as bigots for feeling upset by the changes or reacting against the character they love being dragged through the mud.**** 

Especially considering they would’ve reacted the same way regardless of who was the replacement hero.  Again, fans at first didn’t take kindly to John Walker or Bucky as the new Captain Americas so the idea that backlash against Sam Wilson was entirely or primarily racist was itself profoundly ignorant. Especially when you consider black reviewers such as those on the Hooded Utalitarian were calling it out as bad storytelling and bad representation for black people. SpaceTwinks went issue by issue through Spencer’s Sam Wilson run and called it out as racist, ignorant and naive. NONE of which is me saying that there isn’t more than a little bigotry going around detractors of these new characters nor that there aren’t obviously bad actors.

But those people did not and do not represent the majority and framing the situation as though they do is disingenuous and highly unethical. In conclusion, the backlash against the 2010s Marvel legacy characters was entirely natural, understandable and for the vast majority came from a place of love for the original characters not a bigoted hatred for the new characters skin colour or sex. 

It was a testament to Marvel’s, and the wider media, misunderstanding the psychology of most comic book fans. 

P.S. In regards to that, though it isn’t exactly talking about what I’ve spoken about I’d highly recommend checking out this video which touches upon the disenchantment Star Wars fans felt over the Sequel Trilogy, which itself could be viewed as doing the same thing Marvel did with it’s replacement legacy characters.

P.P.S. The reason I think the likes of Miles Morales or Kamala Khan succeeded where others failed is chiefly due to their rise to the role of legacy replacements stemmed from their predecessors not  being sidelined for their rise to the spotlight. Miles never ever replaced the 616 version of Peter Parker, widely considered by most fans and Marvel internally as the true and legitimate version of the character. Kamala Khan meanwhile picked up the Ms. Marvel only when Carol Danvers discarded it and became Captain Marvel. She was still in the spotlight in her own right, Kamala simply got her own spotlight using Carol’s obsolete name. Which isn’t all that dissimilar to fan favourite Cassandra Cain’s rise to the Batgirl mantle now I think about it.

P.P.P.S. A possible counter argument to all I’ve said is the success of the Superior Spider-Man/Otto Octavius. After all why was he embraced when Sam Wilson and Jane Foster wasn’t? Was a double standard rooted in bigotry at play?

No, but the answer isn’t neat and simple.

I think Ock as the new Spider-Man was more embraced partially because Ock had been around essentially as long as Spidey himself. But more poignantly  pre-Superior Spider-Man was so atrocious that a sizzling and sexy idea like Superior (which generated tons of cheap novelty) felt utterly refreshing, even to people who had actually LIKED pre-Superior Spidey under Slott. It’s like how people praised the early Big Time stories despite their problems because compared to BND they were genuinely better.

Plus Superior, for all it’s god forsaken writing, didn’t exist to clearly workshop potential movie ideas or chiefly in aid of a social/political cause. Someone can agree that there should be more black or female superheroes but disagree that the older characters should be sidelined in the attempt to achieve that.

Especially when there were better alternative options such as introducing those newer characters within and alongside the established hero’s narrative or simply introduce them independently as has happened recently with the likes of Lunar Snow.

*This is also why I suspect Superman, Batman and Wonder Woman survived from the Golden Age into the Silver Age. Because they were the DC characters who (more than any of the other ones) had actual personalities/substance to them. **Of course this didn’t begin wholesale with the post-Crisis era. But noticeably the characters who had worked with this new shift in priorities prior to Crisis on Infinite Earths stayed generally the same thereafter (E.g. the Titans, Batman) whilst characters who had largely vacillated or struggled (e.g. Superman and Wonder Woman) were given fresh starts which proved critically and financially successful.  

***Not even if he does everything just as well as Rex did or does some stuff differently that’s still good (although the overwhelming majority of the time new Rex is clearly not as good as the old Rex).

****I’ve seen people be called racist and misogynists for calling out Riri Williams honestly ridiculous degree of competency as a hero/tech genius in spite of her age. This is not an invalid criticism, yet disliking the character because of those reasons is grounds to be labelled as something ugly by another (imo minor yet also vocal) contingent of fandom. 

Hell I was called a Trump supporting Breitbart reading bigot for calling out Marvel as two-faced due to never putting a black writer in charge of Sam Wilson as Captain America or a woman in charge of Jane Foster as Thor. It isn’t exclusive to comics either as I and other people have been accused of racism/misogyny for disliking the Last Jedi in spite of that film to my eyes being itself racist and sexist anyway.

[peteerrpaarkerr]

Day and Night (Peter Parker Soulmate AU) pt. 1

Summary: When Tony Stark first saw his newborn daughter’s soulmate marking, he was thrilled to know that she would get to experience a love like his and Pepper’s. However, 17 years later when Tony sees an identical tattoo on his daughter’s best friend/superhero protégé, Peter Parker, he vows to keep y/n safe by not allowing them to realize that their futures are intertwined.

Pairings: Peter Parker x y/n

Warnings: None at the moment, I will update each chapter accordingly

Author’s note: Hey guys! This is my first time writing a Peter Parker fic and I’m hoping it’ll turn out well! Please let me know if you want me to continue it or if you have any comments! Thanks!

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The day that Y/n Stark was born was the happiest day of Tony’s life. The second he laid eyes on Pepper cradling their newborn child, his heart burst from pride and love for his daughter.

He could not believe that he had helped create something so perfect… so innocent. He was full of admiration the second he knew Pepper was pregnant, but had no idea how important you would be in his life until he saw you for the first time.

From the way he was holding you, he got a glimpse of his soulmate marking that both Pepper and he had on their wrists: a compass. It signified that no matter how lost they were, they would always come back to each other. While it seemed like Tony was the only one that was lost, it perfectly summarized their relationship. It was one of the most beautiful things the universe had given Tony, besides now yourself.

He carefully lifted up your delicate wrist and saw no marking. He checked the other one and then your ankles looking for the tattoo. When he didn’t find one, his heart stopped beating for a second, assuming a terrible scenario where you might not have one. Before he could panic, Pepper tiredly told Tony, “There’s a small marking on her shoulder blade.”

Tony handed you over to Pepper and examined your back, noting the small, full moon that was printed on your skin. It was rather small, being no larger than a coin, but Tony was filled with joy. From seeing that moon, he knew there was someone for his daughter, someone who would take care of and love her forever. Someone who could protect her from the world’s darkest tragedies when she was older and who could be her closest companion.

“It’s perfect. She’s perfect.” Tony remarked, kissing Pepper’s and then your own forehead as the three of you shared your first moments alive.

——— 17 years later ———

“Y/n!”

You woke up to a frantic knock on your bedroom door. Lazily pushing back the covers, you opened your eyes and squinted at the golden light coming from your window. You sat there for a second, taking in the beauty of the skyline from the window in Avenger’s tower while the knocking became more persistent.

“Get upppp!” A voice dragged out while they begin wiggling the locked doorknob. “I know you’re in there!”

You smiled at the familiar voice and made your way out of bed towards the door. “Just meet me downstairs!” You yelled back, immediately turning around to get dressed for the day.

A loud groan could be heard from behind the door, but the person answered, “If you don’t hurry, I’m eating your crepes! And Thor made them, so they will probably be gone by the time you get there!” The person sprinted away from the door and you could hear their footsteps dwindle as they ran down the hallway.

You knew they were serious when they threatened to eat your crepes, so you quickly got ready for the day.

Approximately 4 minutes later, you ran in the kitchen and straight towards the counter, reaching for the last crepe, only for it to be pulled right out of your hand.

“Hey!” You exclaimed, “Not fair! It’s my-“

“Nope! I just had a training session, so it’s mine!” Natasha smirked, bringing the crepe towards her mouth before it was torn out of her hands by Clint.

“I’m named my son after you, so it’s my crepe. Nathaniel would agree.” Clint winked while walking away with the crepe, only to duck when the Mjolnir came flying at him, dropping the crepe into Thor’s waiting hands.

“I’m a god, it’s mine.” Thor remarked, still adorned in the chef’s hat and your old, child-sized, pink apron that read, “Mommy’s Favorite Helper”. Natasha and Clint started bickering with Thor over the crepe when Steve walked in, shook his head, and walked to the fridge to grab a glass of milk.

Suddenly, a metal contraption propelled through the kitchen, snatching the crepe and falling back into the hands of Tony Stark. He cheekily grinned as he stuffed the entire crepe into his mouth before anyone could have a say. “It’s mine because it’s my daughter’s birthday,” he uttered with his mouth full.

You frowned and added, “Hey, wait a minute… shouldn’t that be my reasoning to have the crepe?”

“Not a chance, Sunny Girl.” Your father winked, swallowing the rest of the crepe.

You rolled your eyes, but gave him a slight smile at the mention of your hidden soulmate tattoo. He thought it would be a funny inside joke to call you the opposite of what was on your shoulder blade since you were quite the opposite of him in your personality. There were a few similarities between Tony and you, like your love for science and your determination to help others, but you lacked in having his cocky and spontaneous tendencies. He considered you to be the perfect child and he would do anything to protect you from harm.

However, he apparently did not mind stealing the last crepe, leaving you without your favorite breakfast on your birthday.

“Hold up, y/n,” announced Peter, your best friend and the owner of the voice who had woken you up prior. “I saved you a stack of crepes!” You beamed when he presented you with a plate of crepes, strawberries and Nutella already in between the layers, just the way you liked it.

“Underoos, you spoiled the surprise! I was trying to make her think I was going to starve her on her birthday!” Tony stated sarcastically, nudging Peter a little when he walked past him towards the table.

“Aw, Pete,” you grinned at him, taking the plate and noting the Nutella on his chin, “I thought you said you weren’t going to save me any.”

“Of course I was! It’s your birthday… actually, I gotta admit, I ate one…” he trailed off, teasing you playfully as he handed you a fork.

You lightly laughed, reaching forward to wipe the Nutella off of his face. “I can see that, Parker.” You turned around to see your father and the other Avengers jokingly argue over who should have received the last crepe, not paying attention to you anymore. Wanting to eat your breakfast in a quieter environment, you tapped Peter’s shoulder and nodded your head towards the door, silently suggesting to leave the room. He nodded in response and you both headed off to your favorite place in the tower: your personal science lab.

When Tony learned that you enjoyed science as much as he did, he spared no expense into turning an entire floor into a space where you could explore experiments. As you grew older, it turned into more of an armor station for the Avenger’s, something you thoroughly enjoyed working with. You had an eye for knowing how to fix or enhance your dad’s creations, and you even began to build your own. You were fortunate enough to create some protective, yet fully-functioning armor for Stephen Strange and Bucky Barnes, which served well during daily missions. You hadn’t told anyone yet, but you were hoping to surprise Peter with a new suit and work with your dad to create a new line of health analysis systems for all of the team.

Peter waltzed into the room right behind you and sat in his usual rolling chair, pushing away on his feet towards the window. You sat on one of the desks, criss-crossing your legs, and began to eat your crepes.

“So,” Peter said, turning himself around to face you, “how does it feel to finally be 17?” You rolled your eyes at his question, knowing you were almost an entire year younger than him.

“I guess it’s alright, I don’t feel any older.” You shrugged, continuing to eat your crepes. “I’m excited because you finally can’t make fun of me anymore since we’re the same age,” you teased, sticking your tongue out at him.

“Yeah,” Peter scoffed, “for nine days. I’ll be 18 next Friday.” He chuckled as you threw a strawberry at him, hoping it would hit him in the face. To your dismay, his spidey senses quickly reacted and he caught it in his mouth.

You rolled your eyes again, something you found yourself doing more often than not around Peter since his antics were expected.

You and Peter had been best friends since your freshman year at Midtown School of Science and Technology. You may have been younger than Peter and your classmates, but your intelligence and maturity kept you in the top percentage of your class throughout all four years of high school. You and Peter were the proud co-salutatorians of Midtown, only 0.0002 in GPA-scale behind MJ, the valedictorian, and a good 0.008 ahead of Flash, who was still salty about “a couple of nobodies” beating him. What Flash didn’t know is that Peter and you managed to spend 85% of your time working on Avenger’s-related activities and rarely focused on your studies, which should have given him ample opportunity to beat you guys. That was one of the main things you and Peter laughed about throughout the past few weeks following graduation.

Peter knew you all the way from your favorite color to your dream job to your dreams in life. He knew you loved rainy days and chilly autumn seasons, and he knew your exact orders at all of the restaurants you would go to with him. As you grew closer, you confided in him with your greatest fears, being rejected and feeling alone. But he also knew that you were stronger than anyone he had ever known.

Despite you not fighting alongside the Avengers, he knew you put all of your energy into planning out the team’s strategies and suits. You worked harder than anyone on the team and he was beyond proud of you for it.

“Hey, y/n, did you turn in your class requests?” Peter asked, referring to your university schedule that would begin to consume your life in the next month.

“Yep, I submitted it last night before I started working on Nat’s tech boots.”

The two of you decided to attend Empire State University, both having full rides and not wanting to leave each other during college. Despite neither of you knowing your soulmates yet, you both knew that you wanted to be apart of each other’s lives for as long as you both lived. You were both so content with your friendship and living out your lives that you hadn’t discussed soulmates more than once the whole time you had been friends. You recalled that conversation when you were discussing where you both wanted to attend college.

Peter realized that he needed to stay in New York so that he could continue being Spider-Man while balancing his studies. He felt that he owed it to Tony after having been taken in by him as a team member and, after seeing the bond between you and Peter, a friend.

“Y/n, where do you think you’ll go to college?” Peter asked nervously, twiddling his thumbs in anticipation to your response. As much as it would pain him to watch you leave, he knew that going to another college might be the place where you find your career passion or even your soulmate. It could be detrimental to your future.

You looked up from your laptop, with open tabs for Carnegie Mellon and MIT, and shrugged. “I’m not sure yet, I guess I’ll decide when the financial offers come in.”

Peter rolled his eyes. “Pffft, like you’re going to need them. You’ve got all the money in the world to pay for college.”

You giggled, shutting your laptop and giving your full attention to Peter. “Yes, I do, but you have to keep in mind that he will cover yours too.”

Peter turned bright red at the thought of Tony paying for his education; he wasn’t his son and Peter would feel awful taking advantage of Mr. Stark’s financial gain like that. “I-I could never, it would be wrong to use someone else’s money for my personal benefit.”

You smirked and opened back up your laptop. “See, that’s why I’m also trying to get offers. I don’t want to be someone else’s financial responsibility and I want to earn the degree myself.” You looked down to stare at the screen, scrolling through programs and tuition plans. “My dad has worked extremely hard for me my entire life and I feel that if I do this on my own that I’m, in a way, repaying him. I just want to make him proud.”

You were unaware of how Peter gazed at you in admiration. He was thinking how crazy it was that someone in such a great socioeconomic position could think in such a humble way. He loved that and so many other qualities about you, which is why he was thankful he was your best friend.

Deep inside of him, he knew that he felt a little more for you than being friends. However, he would never admit it due to the possibility of losing you as a friend and the fact that you both lived in a world full of soulmates.

Neither of you had seen the other’s soulmate tattoos nor asked about them because it secretly hurt you both to think that you could possibly lead separate lives someday. However, you both subconsciously decided to enjoy the time you had with each other, after all, you had the rest of your lives to be with your soulmate. There was only so much time available to pursue your friendship.

“Speaking of which, we need to go to fill out that paperwork,” Peter mentioned, beginning to toy with one of the potential models for more advanced web shooters on your desk.

“You mean the one for skipping some of our GE’s? We can’t fill that out until the week before classes begin.” You responded, taking the last bite of your crepes. Peter let out an “oh, right” before footsteps could be heard echoing in the corridor right outside the lab.

Tony walked in and pointed at Peter, motioning for him to leave the room with him. “Before you do whatever teens do on their birthdays, we need to finalize your suit adjustment.”

Peter jumped up at the word “suit”, still not being able to believe that Tony designed his armor, and followed him out of the room. “I’ll be right back!” Peter called out, leaving you in the lab.

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Peter stood on a metal platform, his arms raised in the air as he was being scanned for the body of the suit.

“I was thinking that you, y/n, and I should go get lunch in a couple of hours,” Tony mentioned, fiddling with a design on his tech surface. “Also, shirt off, Underoos. The scanner isn’t working. But yeah, doesn’t she like Thai food?”

Peter pulled off his shirt and allowed the robot to scan his figure for the suit’s size. “Yeah, she loves Thai food. How about Thai Pepper on 56th?”

“Yep, that’ll do,” Tony answered back, reviewing the data that was transmitted onto the computer. Peter began talking about y/n’s favorite dessert place that they should go to following lunch while Tony analyzed the image. However, Tony stopped paying attention to Peter when something small and unusual on Peter’s back caught his eye.

Being curious (and somewhat nosey), Tony zoomed in on Peter’s back and squinted at his shoulder blade. “What the…” Tony whispered.

He spotted a small, shaded sphere printed on Peter’s skin, which appeared to be very similar to one he had seen before.

Peter, still rambling about y/n’s favorite foods and unaware of Tony’s discovery, was surprised when Tony yanked his shoulders and turned him around. “Uh, Mr. Stark?”

The air trapped itself in Tony’s lungs, leaving him unable to form a sentence. He was astounded that he hadn’t noticed the marking earlier.

“Is something wrong?” Peter questioned.

Tony remained silent. He couldn’t believe that Peter had a detailed soulmate tattoo of a full moon. The exact same one that his daughter had been born with 17 years ago.

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Part Two: https://peteerrpaarkerr.tumblr.com/post/186089973589/day-and-night-peter-parker-soulmate-au-pt-2

[suspiciouslandlady]

OTP Game

Pick your top 10 OTPs without reading the questions

1. Kirishima Eijirou x Katsuki Bakugou

2. Sasori x Deidara

3. Erwin Smith x Levi

4. Jean Kirschtein x Marco Bodt

5. Nagisa Kaworu x Shinji Ikari

6. Cloud Strife x Sephiroth

7. Steve Rogers x Tony Stark

8. Peter Parker x Wade Wilson

9. Kaminari Denki x Sero Hanta

10. Emperor Mateus x Kuja (lmao I had to add this crackship, I’ve started to like it so much ahaha)

1. Do you remember the episode/scene/chapter that you first started shipping 6?  - Honestly I can’t remember when I started to ship Sefikura because the first time I saw them was in Advent Children movie, followed by Kingdom Hearts until I finally started to be interested in Final Fantasy. Somewhere between their eternal fighting haha.

2. Have you ever read a fanfic about 2? - I’m reading one atm hahaa!! But yeah, Sasodei was my 1st ship ever and I did read some fics about them back in 2008-2009. 

3. Has a picture of 4 ever been your screen saver/profile picture/tumblr screen saver? - Oh yeah they definitely have. 

4. If 7 were to suddenly break up today, what would your reaction be? - Wasn’t that the plot of Captain America: Civil War? No? Pfffft!! But honestly watching CA: Civil War was pain since I don’t want to take neither of their sides or see them fighting against each other but ugh. 

5. Why is 1 so important? - I love everything about their relationship. They complete each other and it’s just so amazing that Kirishima is Bakugou’s first true friend. A person he really acknowledges as his friend and trusts him. And I don’t even need to talk about that one moment we all know... *cough* take my hand *cough* 

But also!! Kirishima is able to grow as a person with Bakugou’s help too. It’s not one-sided with only Bakugou improving his character. They both are good influence to each other.

6. Is 9 a funny ship or a serious ship? - I think to me, they’re more of a funny ship because the memes and shit, two damn goofballs at your service. But there’s a hint of seriousness and I really like to read serious Kamisero fics as well. Though sometimes it feels like they’re more harder to find :/

7. Out of all the ships listed, which ship has the most chemistry? - Ugh I think there’s at least couple ships that have so much chemistry but I gotta say Eruri. I mean, Isayama did hint stuff about Erwin and Levi having deeper relationship than just friends but beside that, their chemistry is so fucking great. I guess it has something do with Levi’s Ackerbond to Erwin as well, Levi has dedicated his entire life to help Erwin reach his goals. And Erwin respects him, I feel like at the beginning he was the only one who held some kind of respect toward him and saw all the potential in Levi, even when he was just a thug in underground city.

8. Out of all your ships listed, which ship has the strongest bond? - Eruri again. And again, one of the reasons is probably Ackerbond. But their bond is so damn strong and Levi trusts Erwin with his whole life. And we all know how selective Levi can be with people.

9. How many times have your read/watched 10’s fandom? - Well it’s a crack ship so I guess I have to break it down into three different fandoms. FFII where Emperor is from, not that much. I’ve played the remastered version of it with my PSP but never finished it. I should play it some day. 

FFIX where Kuja is from, I finished the game last month and loved it. It made me love and understand Kuja’s character a lot more and he’s now my top 1 favorite Final Fantasy Villain.

Dissidia Final Fantasy is probably ‘the fandom’ where I ship this, as it’s an actual game where they both are. I used to play Dissidia back in middle school so much, like my first Dissidia 012 saving on my PSP is from 2011... And I recently played it again and finished the story mode. Still the best 1vs1 game ever, and I’m not even fan of those types of games.

10. Which ship has lasted the longest? - Sasodei probably. I started shipping them when I was 12 and even when I fell out of Naruto and stuff, they’ve always hold a special place in my heart. Even now as I’m getting back to the old fandom, reading and seeing pics of them gives me that same sweet feeling I felt toward this ship decade ago. I don’t even care what people say about them (I’ve heard some peepz call it abusive??? I kinda see what they’re trying to imply but then again wtf people???) because honestly, idgaf. It’s a ship that is precious to me from my past, it’s the roots of my weeb and shipping life.

Another long ship is both Eruri and Jeanmarco, I started shipping them back in 2014 and still ship them! 

11. How many times, if ever, has 6 broken up? - They never were together in the beginning since Sephiroth is Cloud’s arch-nemesis 😂 It’s hard to even describe their relationship because there’s nothing sane in it. That’s why I also ship Zack x Cloud, it makes sense and balances the hate stuff what is happening in Sefikura pfft.

12. If the world was suddenly thrust into a zombie apocalypse, which ship would make it out alive, 2 or 8? - LMAO I love how both of these ships have one who is immortal. Or ‘’immortal’’. Wade would have no problem with the virus since his healing factor is good and I bet zombies wouldn’t even care about Sasori since he’s a puppet. 

But I think they both would actually make it out alive. Peter is freaking Spiderman, he has everything what will help him survive (his spidey sense, being able to crawl on the walls/ceiling etc). Deidara would just explode everything into pieces. 

13. Did 7 ever have to hide their relationship for any reason? - I don’t think they’d have a reason to hide it, but also I feel like they’d prefer to keep it behind the walls of their home. 

14. Is 4 still together? - 😔 Marco has been dead like forever. I’m still salty about his death after all these long years.

15. Is 10 canon? - Definitely not since they’re from different games pffft! Oh the joy of crack ship. But you know, in original Dissidia Kuja’s encounter intro for Mateus is “You think you can dominate me?” 😂 and honestly Kuja, that’s not something you should say to Palamecia

16. If all 10 ships were put into a couple’s Hunger Games, which couple would win? - I honestly feel like Cloud and Sephiroth would win it. Sephiroth alone is a fella you don’t want to fight against because he WILL kill you without a hesitation. And since Cloud has Jenova cells in him as well, he’s not just an ordinary guy with a sword. If he can keep up with Sephiroth’s shit, being literally stabbed like a kebab in AC, I’m sure he can keep up with others as well.

17. Has anybody ever tried to sabotage 5’s ship? - Well Kaworu is literally one of the enemy in the series but he abandoned his mission and let Shinji kill him. He also truly loved Shinji, that’s what I like to think. He didn’t just play with his feelings.

18. Which ship would you defend to the death and beyond? - Probably the top 5 since they’re mostly my serious-serious ships. The rest 6-10 are one way or another either for fun or something else. Sefikura is good source for arch-nemesis stuff and hate-sex etc (tho I’ve read sweet and great fluff about them too), Stony is just there with superfamily au, Spideypool is great and they’re both goofballs, Kamisero is more fun than serious stuff and Emperor/Kuja is just a random crack ship I happened to stumble upon suddenly out of nowhere. 

19. Do you spend hours a day going through 3’s tumblr page? - I used to but since I haven’t been active in snk fandom in a year, I’ve been digging other ships from Tumblr instead. I guess one of the reasons is that Eruri fandom kinda just... idk never felt so welcoming as some other fandoms? AoT fandom in general has been so fucking toxic through the years. 

20. If an evil witch descended from the sky and told you that you had to pick one of the ten ships to break up forever or else she’d break them all forever, which ship would you sink? - Probably Emperor/Kuja because they’re just a crack ship and don’t even have a lot of content... even tho there’s this one fic what I absolutely love about them aaaaa. But yeah probably that or Cloud/Sephiroth because I can always ship Cloud with Zack ;D

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[hollanderfangirl]

Sugar, Spice and Everything Nice |Harry Holland X Indian! Reader|

A/N: I've wanted to write an Indian!Reader fic for so long and it's here!!! Also I wrote this at like 1am in the morning today???? You never know when inspiration might kick in. Tell me what you think!

Warnings: none lol, just a teeny weeny really small dislike towards Harry and Indian parents just being Indian parents.

You and Harry had been dating for over two years and you hadn’t even told your parents about it for the first six months. And when you finally managed to bring the nerve to tell them, they were so shocked, because they didn't expect you to date a British. But they grew out of it soon and were looking forward to meet him. It was the first time Harry was visiting India and you after three years. He seemed so nervous about meeting your parents but also excited about seeing the place you grew up, meeting all your friends and learning more about you. During the flight you kept telling him stories about your childhood and the places you were going to take him to see. You had decided that you would take him to some monuments or historical places in your city because they were your favourite to visit and also they were really good picturesque spots for Harry to click pictures. And of course you were going to take him to your school/ college where you had so many memories and all the spots where you and your friends used to hang out.

As the plane was about to land, you could see the city lights from below, it looked so beautiful and you realised how much you had missed home.

When you both get outside the airport, you see your parents were waiting for you.

“y/n!” your mom shouts.

You run towards her and pull her into a hug, it had been so long since you had seen her. Your dad then hugs you and kisses your forehead.

They start asking you about how the flight was and if you had eaten anything. You shrug it off and point towards Harry, who had been standing behind you, watching everything and smiling.

“Ma this is Harry!”

“Umm namaste,” he says. He wanted to make a good first impression, he had told you.

You parents smile and he shakes his hand with your dad.

On the car ride home, you point towards the buildings and tell Harry more about your city.

Your mom slowly whispers in your ear,"ye sar pe jhaad kyu uga rakha hai?" (Why has he grown this fro on his head?)

"Mom!" You whisper-shout. You loved Harry's curls, running your hand through it when cuddling and tugging on it during sexy times, how they felt on your neck when he hugged you. But apparently your mom wasn't a fan of it.

You reach home and rush towards your room, it was just like you had left, but cleaner. All the photos of boybands on the wall, all the inspiration quotes, the wall hangings, everything was exactly the same. You feel a wave of nostalgia as you sit down on the bed.

"We've missed you," Your mom says as she sits beside you.

"I've missed you too, ma," You start crying, just a few happy tears and your mom brushes them off from your cheeks.

"Now now, take a bath and relax, then we'll have lunch, okay? I've made your favourite food"

"Oh thank you mom"

"Harry will sleep in the guest room right?" Your mom asks you.

"Of course mom, where else would he sleep?" You say trying to hide your sneaky smile.

You had a plan in mind, which was going to get you killed if you got caught. But how could you deny that deep sexy voice? Those gorgeous curls? You were going to sneak into the guest room late at night, after everyone had fallen asleep and maybe..just maybe do some stuff, though you weren't sure, as Harry was so damn loud, he could probably be heard all the way from across the street.

You change into a salwar kurta, as you had missed wearing ethnic. You put on a pair of earrings which someone had gifted you, with a small bindi which matched the colour of your kurta.

Harry was in awe when he saw you, and you blushed a little as you didn't expect him to react that way.

"Wow- you… you look really beautiful"

"Well you don't look so bad yourself" You get closer to him, intertwining your hands with his. He leans in to kiss you, but you put a finger on his lips and softly push him away. You had told him not to PDA in front of your family but it was just a habit now, to kiss just like that, anytime, not even thinking about it before.

"Uh uh no baby not now," You eye towards the living room, where your dad was going through all the gifts you had bought for everyone."Tonight, okay?"

"Can't wait," He smirks.

Your mom had made enough food to last a week. But you hadn't had homemade food for so long, you didn't mind. After you left India, what you missed the most was the food, your family following closely after. You missed eating all the spicy food, snacks and sweets. Sure, there were good Indian restaurants in London but they were nothing close to the food made by your mom. You were so overwhelmed being able to taste her food again.

You talked all about how you met Harry and about his family. Your parents told you how things had been for them and a few updates on your relatives and cousins.

"Oh did I tell you your aunt's brother's son got into a university in the US?" Your mom says.

"No mom you didn't and what does that have to do with me-" You started to speak when you hear Harry cough. "Wha- what happened?"

"Spice- it's... too.... spicy... it's... it's burning," He says, puffing his cheeks, with a few tears in his eyes.

You immediately stand up and go to him, rubbing his back.

"Mom I told you not to make it spicy!"

"But- but I didn't put any chillis!" Your mom protests.

"It must be the masala (spices)," Your dad calls out.

"Whatever it is, just give him some water," Your mom reaches for a water bottle on the table.

"No it's going to burn even more!" You grab a mithai (sweet) from the plate and put it in Harry's mouth. A trick that you had learnt, not to drink water when spicy food gets to you, as it'll only make it worse. Instead always have something sweet, which cools down the tongue. "Better?"

"Mmmm yeah"

"Don't they eat spicy food?" Your mom asks.

"They do.. they do, mom. He's just not used to it and I did tell you to be careful in putting the spices"

When night fell, you go to the balcony and see Harry looking at the night sky.

"Hey"

"Hi"

"So my spicy nugget can't handle a little spicy food?"

He laughs. "Let me just say it was really spicy, okay how do you even eat it?"

"I'm used to it, I've been eating it since like forever and God, I've missed it so much"

"I know, babe and I'm so happy to see you happy"

"Aww come here," You pull him closer and put your lips on his, not caring who was watching. Both of your lips sliding over each other’s and his hands tracing your back, your eyes closed, savouring the taste of him. He moves his hands a little lower and playfully grabs your ass. You laugh into the kiss and tug on his hair. Your heartbeat  becomes faster and you hold on to his neck. His mouth moves to your neck, slowly kissing and biting, you let out a small moan, feeling his hot breath on your skin.He lifts his head up and meets your lips again, deeply kissing you with his tongue teasing your mouth and- 

"Y/NN!! " You hear a shocked voice call out from behind you, startling you both.

One look from your mom and you knew you were dead.

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Kinktober - Day 2

2. Ass Worship | Begging | Medical play | Watersports Spideypool, Peter/Wade/Wade

https://thatvixenchick.tumblr.com/post/178588797173/kinktober-2018

There was always a level of risk when it came to dimension hopping and meeting your other selves. Wade supposed that the risk would be double for himself given all the different kinds of crazy he could be on any given day. Still, he figured that he could heal from anything, and if he couldn’t, all the better. Except, he hadn’t expected for another him to not want to kill or torture himself, but to “discipline” and “teach a lesson.”

So there he was, strapped to a medical table, his legs tied into stirrups and spread wide. There was a speculum in his ass, keeping him wide open to the others in the room. There was a cock ring on him, keeping him from releasing too often. There was also a spider gag in his mouth and tube down his throat that steadily fed him water.

All of that was the “discipline.” He’d been through worse tortures, though none quite so kinky, but still, he wouldn’t put it past himself. No, the problem came from the “lesson” which happened to be Peter’s job. Well, the alternate dimension’s Peter, that is.

“You talk so much about my ass,” Peter mused, as he ran fingers down Wade’s exposed flesh. “I see that doesn’t change, no matter the dimension.”

“Ahh uh uh ahh-oouh ah uh ahhh.”

“He said your ass is always to die for,” Other-Wade translated.

“I figured.”

Alt-Wade slipped a long stick inside of Wade’s wide-open anus and flicked a switch, sharp vibrations pressing right onto Wade’s prostate once more. He made a long, loud sound, as noise was unhindered with his mouth kept wide open. Peter hummed as he watched. Wade had begged for a break multiple times, and eventually they would give in, but inevitably, they would return to their tasks.

“When was the last time you looked at yourself beyond the surface level?” Peter asked.

“It’s a hard skill to learn, but worth it in the end,” Holier-Than-Thou-Wade sagely agreed.

“Let’s start with your favorite body part.” Peter squeezed the exposed meat of Wade’s ass. “So round and perky.” He walked around so that he was reaching around Not-Wade, hands running over every bit of skin he could get to. “So muscular and perfectly formed.”

Wade shut his eyes tight and shook his head. He didn’t want to hear it. His ass was nothing compared to Spidey’s, especially when it was naked.

“Not to mention…” Peter’s voice dropped as he leaned against Way-Too-Calm-For-The-Situation-Wade. “It feels so good on my cock.”

The mood flip in Wade was so abrupt it left his head spinning. He moaned, his focus crashing back into the vibrations on his prostate, his throbbing cock, the tight arousal in his gut.

“I could watch you bend over all day. In fact, I have.”

Anxiety.

“Then I’d fuck that lush ass until you cried.”

Extreme arousal.

They kept it up, toying with his emotions and his libido, over and over, without remorse, slowly conditioning him until he associated compliments with pleasure. He wasn’t sure how he felt about that other than desperately in need of a good nut.

Actually, they’d been at it for hours. He needed something else.

“Uh ah oo ee.”

“He has to pee,” Playing-Dirty-Wade translated.

“Oh?” Peter moved to the side of the table, his hand brushing over Wade’s belly. “Are you shy?”

“Uuh?”

Peter leaned his weight on his hand and Wade grunted, tears springing to his eyes as his dick bounced with the effort to keep it all in. Not-Helping-At-All-Wade just continued with his task of using and abusing Wade’s prostate, which didn’t help the pee situation at all.

“Everything inside and out of you is precious,” Peter murmured, his pupils blown, lips parted, face slack with pleasure. Apparently, this universe’s Peter had some weird-ass kinks. “Let me see it.”

Not having a lot of other options, Wade did as he was told and let go. It shot up like a fountain from his erect dick, splattering all over Apparently-Has-A-Watersports-Fetish-Wade who just let it happen and continued his task. The stimulation with the erection with the peeing made it go on forever, tears leaking down Wade’s cheeks, a desperate whine grating in his throat. He trembled under the sensation of it.

Peter leaned down and licked away the salty tear on Wade’s face before dropping a lingering kiss to each cheek. “Beautiful,” he whispered like a prayer.

And Odin help him, Wade was beginning to believe it.

[peterpumpkinparker]

Getting Better |2|~ River Lea

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Word Count: 2000

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“Parker,”

his last period’s teacher stated plainly, barely loud enough to be heard over the yell of the rowdy teens.

Peter picked up his tired head, his brown eyes looking up tiredly. The teacher’s stony face was evident with sternness as she looked upon the paper in her hand.

Peter’s stomach erupted with butterflies as he jumped up quickly. Did he do it?

He raced to her desk, signing a paper with tingling hands and looked at the paper, a hint of pale blue on the borders of the crisp white edges. His heart raced and his hands rubbed the soft interior of his sweatshirt as she looked at the paper with a face of steel.

It felt like an hour (when it was only a few seconds), but the stern woman handed Peter his report card.

“Not bad Mr. Parker,” she stated with the smallest hint of a smile, “much better than last semester. Just make sure you keep it up.”

Peter looked at the small sheet, the angry butterflies in his stomach transforming into what felt like soft clouds.

“Um uh- yeah, of course,” Peter replied as he still stared at the paper in disbelief.

He walked back to his seat, thumbing each letter grade in each class. A smile played on his lips- mostly B’s, and a hand full of A’s. Much better than last year- towards the end of that year, when being his alter ego was getting a little out of hand, he was skipping classes and not doing work, which resulted in him almost failing. He had worked tirelessly to start paying attention in class again and getting his grades back up- and to his surprise, he actually did it. Now he just had to do it over and over again throughout the year. But he would manage. Nothing in the world was going to make him repeat what he did last year.

In his transfixed state of self pride over his report card, Peter wasn’t paying attention to the clock, which was unlike him. Peter was the kid who counted down the seconds before the bell rang, his jitters making him tap his foot furiously on the floor or rap his pencil on his desk.

The shrill period bell rang, declaring the school day was over. The kids stampeded out of the room as the teacher yelled out about the test next class, Peter being the strangler. He stuffed his pencils and paper in his semi-new backpack, then carefully folding his report card and placing it in the pocket of his jeans. Peter nodded a goodbye to his teacher, and shuffled his way into the packed hallway.

A new type of joy bubbled in his stomach- this was going to top the already good day off- it was time to be Spiderman.

Peter put in his earbuds quickly and  jogged out of the school, weaving through the very familiar streets and sidewalks until he finally reached his favorite deli, the worn words “Delmar” clearly being seen from the streets. He walked in, a little chime going off as he opened the glass door. The smell of salty food filled the air as a loud Spanish conversation was being heard in the back room. Warm light filtered in from the street.

Peter was just pulling out his earbuds as someone shoved his shoulder, the person clearly in a hurry. Peter grunted from the contact, a “Sorry” already spilling out of his chapped lips as the person walked out the door. The person didn’t turn to reply, their rushing body walking out the door as the same chime sounded yet again. With one white earbud dangling from his hand, he turned to see only a glimpse of the stranger out of the window- a girl, the female’s hair being obscured by a red handkerchief that covered most of her forehead and neck, while black sunglasses obscured her eyes.

Peter looked at the now empty street, his senses making his fingers tingle and his abused shoulder thump with what felt like electricity- an unsettling feeling started traveling throughout his body.

“That was weird”, he thought with a confused look on his face.

He was still looking out the window when a familiar voice called his last name. He tentatively looked away from the window, turning to meet the expectant face of Mr. Delmar.

“Oh hey Mr. Delmar,” Peter replied hesitantly. “How’s it going?”

“Not bad, kid, not bad- been a pretty busy day but I aint complaining.” Mr. Delmar chuckled with an air of ease.

“Thats good….really good,” Peter said distracted, wondering why his Spidey senses reacted so harshly to when who-ever-that-was brushed his shoulder.

“You gonna order?” Mr. Delmar again broke his train of thought.

“Oh- yeah- yeah! Sorry, could I get my usual? With a pack of gummy worms, thanks,” Peter gave a tight smile, looking out the window yet again as Mr. Delmar told, in Spanish, the person next to him what to make for Peter’s order.

A few minutes later, Mr. Delmar laid his sandwich and pack of candy on the counter next to the cash register.

“By any chance- do you know who that was? The one with the-” Peter motioned to his head as he handed him a crumpled 10 dollar bill.

“The girl with the handkerchief? Nope, never saw her before, sorry kid,” he replied as he handed him back a couple ones with some change.

“Oh, its okay, thanks anyway,” Peter said as his stomach fell slightly. Something about his senses was rubbing him the wrong way- but he brushed it off, thinking that his high excited emotions were making them “malfunction” a little. He stuffed his change and food into his backpack, petted Mr. Delmar’s fat ginger cat, and quickly left the shop, his mind completely forgetting the girl and going to usual spot to transform into the friendly neighborhood Spiderman.

___

He loved being Spiderman.

At school, he was the kid who sat quietly in the back, did his work, talked only to his friends. He was ridiculed by Flash for being smart- but as Spiderman, none of that was there. He had no nervousness, no awkwardness- he was free to do what he wanted, when he wanted and help people who needed it.

He got to help all the little Peter Parker’s who didn’t have the luxury of turning into Spiderman deal with all the Flash’s of the world.

Spider Man did have its downsides though. Like instead of the high schoolers at his school ridiculing him for being a nerd, the “city” bullies were shooting gun ammo at him.

Every job had its down sides though- his was just more on the deadly side, but he could care less.

Today was actually kinda slow. Peter didnt have to deal with any wierdos selling alien tech in dark alleyways, no guys trying to shoot him down with their own homemade inventions. It was kinda nice to Peter. Dealing with those guys were sometimes fun because it let him test his power’s limits, but doing it constantly was stressful and draining.

It was now starting to get dark, the last rays of light beaming out on the horizon, as if the sky wasn’t ready to give up its pretty shades of pink, orange, and red at sunset. Peter’s day as Spiderman went very smoothly, to his surprise (because it never really did)- he stopped someone from jacking a car, helped an oldy cross multiple streets (it took forever), help a little girl find her lost puppy, and met a couple of little fans on the way.

After the whole fight with Vulture last year, many families were thanking Spiderman heavily for keeping the streets safe for their children, which was rubbing off on the little ones. A whole Spiderman Revolution had taken over the city, little kids now begging their parents to get them Spiderman t-shirts and costumes, and little kids now looking up at the sky constantly trying to catch a glimpse of the human Spider. He didn’t want to admit it, but he really liked it. It was nice getting some recognition- even if it was coming from citizens who were now just learning how to add.

He loved meeting the little kids- they always made his day with their outlandish questions and shocked, excited faces.

The wind was now whipping in Peter’s face as he did his last patrols around NYC, his webs detaching and reattaching to each building he was flying through on his pearly white webbing. This was his favorite part- just flying through NYC, above the heads of everyone, almost like he was in his own little world. This was when he could think at his best- really think things over and figure stuff out that was bothering him. But, the week had been exhausting, filled with tests and high point assignments he had to do well on, so all he really wanted to do was go home.

He stopped by his spot where he kept his clothes, the sunset finally giving up its bright colors and letting the cool of night take over. He quickly grabbed his backpack, the webbing he used to protect it from muggers now being dissolved into nothing.

He grabbed his backpack and began to walk home.

He entered his apartment, twisting the key against the old doorknob. The faint smell of burnt food wafted in the air, an all too familiar smell to Peter.

“Aunt May?” He asked tentatively as he wrapped his earbuds tightly around his phone screen.

“Peter?” Aunt May shot her head behind the counter of the kitchen sink, her long brown tresses Falling gracefully against her back.

She smiled, and walked over to give him a hug.

“So,” she asked as she released him, “anything at school? Anything new? Interesting?” She pressed him a little, as if softly coaxing a conversation.

Peter tightened his lip, shaking his head nonchalantly.

“Nothing?” She asked again, almost as she was trying to get the truth out of something.

Peter looked up in confusion. There wasn’t anything that big today. It was pretty normal-hanged out with Ned, helped MJ plan a trip for the Quiz Bowl team, took notes all day.

She sighed happily, trying to suppress a smile.

“So,” She busied herself with a pot of spaghetti on the stove, “I got in the mail a copy of your report card.”

“Oh,” Peter said in realization, looking up at his aunt as he waited for her to say more.

“I’m really proud of you Pete.” She smiles at him, placing a kiss on his forehead. “You really are maturing, getting your time management down, planning your future-you can’t lose this Peter. ‘Kay? You gotta keep truckin forward-your too smart to throw it all away.All A’s and B’s!” She spewed out, her pride radiating off her face.

Peter smiled again, a little bit of embarrassment evident in his face.

He shrugged.

“It’s really not that big of a deal,” he smiled nonchalantly as he set his backpack down.

“Well, it is,” May stated, “which is why I tried to make a cake… which clearly,” she laughed, “Didn’t go very well at all.”

Peter chuckled, shaking his head happily. His aunt wasn’t the most amazing cook by any means, but she did try.

“So...I was thinking we could get some Thai? Sound good?”

Just as Aunt May finished, Peter felt his phone buzz in his back pocket.

He fumbled for it.

“Yeah, Yeah sounds great!” He smiled quickly to his Aunt, his heart picking up pace as he dashed to his room to answer the call.

“Hey-uh-Mr. Stark! What’s up?” Peter asked, awkwardly stuffing his free hand into his pocket.

“Nothing kid,” Stark replied nonchalantly, “was wondering what’s going on with you.”

Peter’s face shifted to surprise. Stark never called unless it was important-and most of the time if it was really important, Stark would visit him with warning. And never just to see “what’s going on” in his life.

“Uhm..” Peter mumbled, “just was gonna go out to eat with my Aunt.”

Peter looked out his door, hoping Stark would finish a little quickly so he wouldn’t leave his aunt waiting.

“Great great,” Stark sweeped away Peter’s sentence. “Listen kid-I called you to tell you something- not a mission or anything-just an event.”

Peter’s heart fell a little. He was hoping he would be doing another team up mission with Stark-those were always so awesome.

“in a couple weeks I’m gonna have something special going on, ya know, the whole Stark wedding and all...and I was actually going to invite you to it. If your up for it.”

Stark continued to talk, but Peter was so surprised and elated he started tuning it out. He actually got invited to something important to Stark. He always looked up to him, so this felt like an achievement of some sort.

“I’m-uh-Yeah sure! I’ll be there,” Peter accepted politely, his body turning away from his door.

“Great kid, Pepper’ll be happy,” Stark sighed, “but I’m sorry to break it to you, but a theres catch to this whole wedding thing.” Stark threw in, catching Peter off guard.

“Is it bad?” Peter asked tentatively, hoping it wasn’t crazy.

“Well, depends…,” Stark drawled out.

“You need to get a date.”

“Wait-What?!?” Peter yelped.

Not another date Peter thought. The last time he had to ask someone out, it wasn’t-well-amazing. He had taken his crush to Homecoming, but it turned out that her father was a super villain and tried to kill him. And he had to ditch his date, so that kind of ruined any type of relationship after that.

“Your gonna have to figure it out kid.” Stark instructed, cutting against Peter stuttering.

“Wait-did-why do I-“

“I gotta go kid!” Stark ended, “I’ll have Happy send you an invitation and all that, but remember-Get. A Date.”

“Bye kid,”

Peter heard a click from the other end. He pulled the phone away from his ear, staring at his screen. He breathed out, turning his tired body away from his phone and suppressing the want to roll his eyes.

And with that, Peter’s night got instantly more stressful and a little annoying.

Hope you guys enjoyed! More parts will be up soon, but thank you for reading!

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