#if you want me to attempt to actually draw the kiss part of the spiderman kiss you gotta really butter me up about it

[lukazade]

Don't worry about them, they're just trying to re-enact the spiderman kiss!

[weirdkpopgirl]

Type of Boyfriends | Dream Headcanon #15

Headcanon: Type of Boyfriends

Genre: Fluff, a little angsty in some parts

Warnings: light mentions of anxiety and feeling insecure

Word Count: ~2.7k

Author's Note: I was actually planning on writing something for Haechan today. But I had the content for this headcanon pre-planned for quite some time now, so I just thought it would be good to actually write it. Also, I haven't been making a lot of group posts lately—so this is me making up for it lol. I know this idea isn't super original, but I wanted to make my version of it. I'm sorry if the scenarios are written badly, but I still thank you for reading ^ ^

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mark

Mark is the type of boyfriend who feels like your best friend but with the added warmth of kisses and hugs. He loves taking you on spontaneous midnight drives, where carpool karaoke becomes your shared stage, belting out your favorite tunes together. Music is a big part of your relationship, with shared Spotify playlists that reflect your combined tastes and moments. Whenever you’re feeling down, he grabs his guitar and serenades you with Bruno Mars or Day6 songs, lifting your spirits with his husky yet gentle voice. He’s also the type of boyfriend who writes songs about you, with lyrics so touching they bring you to tears.

He’s the type of boyfriend who attempts to cook for you but ultimately results in a comedy of errors. But they always end in laughter as you step in to save the kitchen from further disaster. His cooking skills would likely improve over time, with your guidance. You’d patiently be teaching him the proper way to cut vegetables or how much seasoning should be put in a dish. But he’s the type of boyfriend to lose focus because he keeps getting distracted by how pretty you look. And then you’d blush profusely when you caught his gaze and scold him for not listening.

He’s the type of boyfriend to give you bone-crushing hugs whenever he finds something you did cute. He especially does this when you get annoyed at him for something, finding the furrow of your brows and pouty lips to be so adorable. He’s the type to go in for long kisses after being away from you for a long time. His career often keeps him away, leaving him longing for the moments he can be with you. He’s the type of boyfriend to give kisses that are so warm and tender, filled with a depth of emotion that speaks volumes about how much he cherishes you. Each kiss feels like a promise, a reassurance that no matter how far apart you are, his heart is always with you.

He’s the type of boyfriend who would geek out with you over shared interests, like Spiderman. Whether it's discussing the latest movie or comic book, these moments of shared enthusiasm bring you even closer. He’s the type of boyfriend who would watch k-dramas with you and enjoy ranting with you about the characters. These shared experiences, filled with laughter, debates, and discussions deepen your bond and create fond memories to look back on.

All in all, Mark is the type of boyfriend who is a unique blend of friendship, romance, and genuine affection that makes him the perfect partner, someone who brings joy, music, and a sense of adventure into your life.

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renjun

Renjun is the type of boyfriend to be motherly at times with how attentive and caring he is. He’s always looking after you in subtle ways, like telling you the weather beforehand so you know to wear a jacket before your date. When you share your insecurities with him, he responds by creating beautiful paintings or drawings of you, turning your worries into art. He's also the type to blush when you compliment him but cleverly turns the praise back on you, making you feel just as flustered.

He’s the type of boyfriend who loves planning and sharing things with you, like maintaining a shared Pinterest board of matching couple outfits you both should try. He’s the type to enjoy doing your skincare routines together during sleepovers, transforming these moments into intimate bonding experiences. He has a great sense of style and is the type of boyfriend who helps put together your outfits, and even learns how to style your hair to make sure you feel confident and beautiful. He’s also the type of boyfriend to patiently untangle your earphones when you get frustrated trying to do it yourself.

He’s the type of boyfriend to be deeply empathetic and share his concerns with you, valuing open communication in your relationship. He’s not afraid to show his emotions, and he tears up when he hears about your hard times, feeling your pain as his own. His thoughtful nature ensures you always feel understood and supported. When he’s the one dealing with hardships, he appreciates you just being there to hug him and talk him through his thoughts. No matter what’s troubling him, your presence alone makes him feel a little better.

He’s the type of boyfriend who may not be as physically affectionate as the other members. Though he doesn't kiss you often, it’s always behind closed doors when he does. Similar to Mark, he’s the type of boyfriend whose kisses are long, deep, and sincere, filled with unspoken affection and love. But he’s also the type of boyfriend to surprise you with pecks to the lips when he finds you cute.

Ultimately, Renjun is the type of boyfriend who truly cares for you in every way, creating a relationship built on mutual respect, understanding, and deep emotional connection. He doesn’t need to say anything for you to know how much he loves you, you can just feel it whenever you look at him.

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Jeno is the type of boyfriend who is the perfect balance between a strong, masculine presence and a soft, affectionate soul in your relationship. He’s the type to exude a protective aura that envelops you where you go. When you're out together, his hand naturally finds its place on your back or waist, ensuring your safety and comfort. He's attentive to small details like positioning you on his left side, away from the street, and readily offering his jacket when the weather turns chilly. These gestures not only showcase his protective instincts but also his possessive side, reminding you and others that you’re his.

He’s the type of boyfriend to keep you on your toes with how affectionate he can be. You never truly know what to expect from him. Sometimes, he surprises you with kisses so deeply passionate that they leave you breathless. Yet, in quieter moments, he transforms into a cuddly sweetheart, speaking in an endearing aegyo voice that melts your heart. His spontaneity and ability to switch between these sides of himself add excitement and tenderness to your relationship.

He’s the type of boyfriend who enjoys taking you on hiking dates, emphasizing how it’s good for your health. However, if you get tired by the end of it, he's quick to offer you a piggyback ride on the journey back, effortlessly blending his strength with his nurturing nature. He’s also the type of boyfriend to surprise you by cleaning the apartment and preparing a warm meal for you after a long day of school or work. His thoughtfulness shines through in these acts of service, making you feel cherished and loved in practical ways.

He’s the type of boyfriend to be a compassionate listener who values your thoughts and feelings deeply. When you share your concerns or discuss something that's bothering you, he listens intently, his touch gentle as he traces comforting patterns on your hand. His ability to offer silent support and understanding strengthens your bond, creating a safe space where you can be vulnerable and open with each other. 

In essence, Jeno is the type of boyfriend who is a partner that fills your life with love and security. Being with him will make you feel like you’re stuck in the honeymoon phase forever.

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haechan 

Haechan is the type of boyfriend who thrives on affection, often expressing his neediness in the sweetest ways. He’s the type to never let you leave without a goodbye kiss, ensuring every parting moment is filled with warmth and connection. Whether in public or private, he shamelessly snuggles into you, finding comfort and security in your presence. He is the type to be playfully insistent on using pet names like "baby," "sunflower," or "handsome." He brightens up when you call him by his nickname "Hyuck," revealing his softer, more vulnerable side that's reserved just for you. 

He’s the type of boyfriend to enjoy teasing and banter, but knows when to set aside the jokes and be serious, especially when it matters the most to you. He’s the type to notice if something is upsetting you, even in a group of people. And he’d go out of his way to check on you to make sure everything was okay. He’s also the type of boyfriend to playfully beg you to cook his favorite dishes like kimchi jjigae, which you almost always give in to. 

He’s the type of boyfriend who includes you in his world, whether it’s letting you sit in his lap while he games on his PC or charming you with aegyo when he wants a kiss. Even during your toughest moments, his infectious humor never fails to make you laugh or smile. But on a more serious side, he’s the type of boyfriend who gets overwhelmed by how strong his feelings are for you. Just thinking about how much he loves you is enough to make him tear up. 

At the end of the day, Haechan is the type of boyfriend who is not afraid to be playful, and affectionate, and show how deep his feelings are for you. His ability to balance lighthearted moments with genuine sincerity makes every day with him an adventure filled with laughter, love, and heartfelt connections.

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jaemin 

Jaemin is the type of boyfriend who is a walking green flag, embodying all the qualities of a loving and considerate partner. He never holds back his affection, constantly showering you with hugs and kisses, and always maintaining some form of physical connection, whether it’s hand-holding or resting a hand on your knee. He’s the type of boyfriend to send daily texts to check up on you if he’s at work, showing his continuous care and concern for your well-being. He’s also the type to scold you for skipping meals or getting sick, even when he does the same sometimes.

He’s the type of boyfriend to shamelessly flirt with you, making you blush with his playful comments and cheeky smirks when he catches you staring at him from across the room. He’s the type to talk about your future together during cuddle sessions, sharing your dreams of getting married and having kids. Beyond physical touches and sweet words, he’s the type of boyfriend who loves to cook for you whenever he can, and he gets equally happy when you cook for him, appreciating every gesture of care you show.

He’s the type of boyfriend who is generally easygoing, though he has his moments of jealousy. He gets laughably envious when you give more attention to his cats than him or when you rave about how Jeno looked on stage. These moments of jealousy are never overbearing but rather endearing, showing how much he values your attention and affection. And he loves that you always reassure him that your heart belongs to him. 

He’s the type of boyfriend to take countless photos of you on your dates. Even if you don’t love having your photo taken, he just can’t resist capturing your beauty. Besides, he insists it's for the memories to look back on when you two are old and fray. He’s the type to have his phone gallery filled with pictures of you, and he proudly shows them to his members from time to time. While you could point out all your flaws in one picture, Jaemin never even looked at them. No matter how insecure you might be, he’s the type of boyfriend to make you feel pretty.

Simply put, Jaemin is the type of boyfriend who is practically perfect with his unwavering support and daily reminders of his love. Being in a relationship with him is nurturing, fun, and filled with dreams for the future.

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chenle 

Chenle is the type of boyfriend who can be really annoying at times, but you can’t help but love him for it. He loves to joke around and make you laugh, especially when you're feeling down. When he does something that annoys you, he’s quick to make it up with a lot of hugs, using affection to win you over. Most of the time, you end up giving into his silliness and laughing with him. 

He’s the type of boyfriend to buy gifts for you quite often, something you kind of had to get used to. He’s the type to surprise you with things he’s seen you admiring online or at a store. Even if you scold him for not saving his money or spending it more wisely, Chenle insists that as your boyfriend, it’s part of his job to spoil you. 

He’s also the type of boyfriend to share his passions with you, whether it’s taking you to see a Warrior’s game or having you watch and cheer him on as he plays basketball. His excitement for these activities becomes even more meaningful when you join in, creating shared experiences that deepen your bond. He’s also the type of boyfriend who enjoys traveling and exploring new places with you. He loves taking you out, whether it’s to explore the rural areas of Korea to eat gukbap or book a surprise trip to Shanghai. His spontaneous nature keeps your relationship exciting and full of adventure, with each trip creating cherished memories. 

He’s the type of boyfriend who regularly gushes to you about how cute the members are, but gets all shy when you also call him cute. He’s also the type to feel a little betrayed when his dog, Daegal, likes you more than him. However, he can never be sulky for long because he can’t really blame her. And he admires how you always make sure his daughter runs back into his arms.

Altogether, Chenle is the type of boyfriend to keep your life vibrant and full of love with his playfulness, generosity, and genuine care. Although he drives you crazy at times, he teaches you how to have fun and live in the present.

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jisung

Jisung is the type of boyfriend who is super shy in the beginning but gradually becomes more comfortable and open with time. He’s the type to hide behind your back or bury his face in your shirt when he gets embarrassed about something. He’s the type of boyfriend who also loves being taller than you, not in a teasing way, but because it makes him feel more protective. He secretly loves it when you compare the size of your hands, although he blushes every time you do it. 

He’s the type of boyfriend to ramble about his curiosity and interests to you. He enjoys talking about the wonders of space and aliens, letting you into his fascinating world of thoughts. He also loves talking about things like MBTI with you and finds joy in learning about yourselves together. Sometimes, he even rants about his debates with Chenle, showcasing his playful and thoughtful side. 

He’s also the type of boyfriend to have a lot of serious conversations with you, usually reserved for late nights. He’s the type to lay his head in your lap as he shares what is on his mind. The gentle stroking of your fingers through his hair helps him feel calm and at ease. Sometimes he doesn't even need to say anything, for your open arms provide all the comfort he needs. He’s the type of boyfriend who loves when you hug him, often calming down when anxious thoughts run through his head. Cuddles are even better, especially when you get to fall asleep in each other’s arms, feeling completely safe and loved.

He’s the type of boyfriend who can be quite sentimental, especially when he’s on tour. He misses you deeply and has been known to cry when he thinks about how much he misses you. These moments highlight his deep emotional connection and attachment to you. He’s also the type to feel incredibly touched when you do simple things like cooking for him or surprising him with bunggeobang on a cold day, appreciating the warmth and love you bring into his life.

Over time, Jisung is the type of boyfriend you can build a deep, emotionally mature relationship. Even if he might be the youngest in his group, his maturity shines when he’s with you. He evolves into a loving and thoughtful boyfriend who cherishes every moment with you.

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[farfromharry]

The one with homecoming | Peter’s girl

Summary: You accompany Mj to homecoming when Peter decides to go with Liz, but eventually end up comforting Peter after he gets into a large fight as Spiderman

Word count - 2,600

warnings - mentions of injuries, maybe some language?

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Homecoming was fastly approaching, and after the year you and your friends had had, you were more than excited. You were hoping that you and Mj could go together, as friends of course, no boys that would only serve to ruin your night with how irritating they were; yes, that included Ned and Peter.

“What if I asked Peter to Homecoming?” she said abruptly, breaking the comfortable silence you’d been in while eating together. You nearly choked on your food for multiple reasons. One, that was a very bold thing to do for Mj, and two, you really didn’t want her to go with Peter. She stared at you with wide eyes while you took a swig of your water to cool your burning throat, expecting some kind of explanation for that reaction.

“No, no boys,” you whined, hand reaching over to link your fingers with Mj’s across the table. “Let’s just go together.” She ignored the evident pleading and excitement in your eyes, the girl telling you that she really wanted to try her luck with Peter, finally find out if he likes her back. You were convinced your heart could have shattered right there, but you instead plastered a playful pout on your lips instead, showing your disapproval of the idea. “Still don’t think it’s a good idea,” you murmured, moreso under your breath so she wouldn’t hear you, retracting your hand from hers rather defeatedly.

“What was that?”

You opened your mouth to stutter out a response when you were thankfully saved by the bell, though not the actual bell, in this case it was a frantic and flustered looking Peter Parker. You and Mj shared a look of simultaneous confusion, watching as the boy took a seat opposite you, seeming quite out of breath.

“I need your help,” he said, trying to take a second to catch his breath before he explained what was going on.

“Why?” Mj asked, looking quite unimpressed that he’d interrupted your conversation, even if it was actually about him and her feelings for said boy. He took a deep breath, looking at you both with a tight lipped, nearsay awkward, smile.

“I just asked Liz to Homecoming.” For the second time in the span of such little time, you choked on your food, finding Peter’s words very difficult to believe. You stared at him with wide eyes, trying to figure out how this incredible socially awkward boy could ever ask the gorgeous, social butterfly of the school to a very crowded school event.

Mj could physically feel her heart sink and she nearly felt sick. However, like always she hid behind that same face of uninterest, feigning the idea that those words didn’t stab into her chest everytime they repeated over and over in her head.

“That’s amazing Pete, but I don’t know how we can help?” you said. You’d hoped the words would discourage him enough that he’d go ask Ned or something about all his questions, leaving you and the heartbroken Mj to not have to deal with this. But clearly he didn’t get the hint.

“I-I need you to help me with, you know, girls.”

You sighed, feeling Mj’s tense energy even from just sitting beside her, and part of you wondered how Peter couldn’t feel it too. But looking at the boy he looked so happy, practically glowing and flashing you that innocent smile that you didn’t know how to say no to. With another sigh you decided you’d do this yourself, you wouldn’t force Mj to sit and listen to you talk about how Peter can impress a girl that isn’t her.

“Why don’t you swing by my place tonight, I’ll uh, help you out.’ You mentally smiled to yourself at the accidental pun you’d thrown in there. Swing, Spiderman, get it?

“You’re a lifesaver Y/N, thank you,” he said, scattering away to probably go and tell Ned the good news.

Between you and Mj now was a very uncomfortable silence. You didn’t know if it was because you’d agreed to help Peter or if she was still dwelling on his date not being her, and the fact she didn’t even get to ask him first. Either way though you had no idea how to start a new conversation, the two of you sitting silently side by side. Thankfully this time you were saved by the literal bell, a muttered thank you coming from you.

“I’ll see you later,” you said, standing from your seat and offering her a warm smile which unfortunately wasn’t returned. “Whatever.”

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The build up to homecoming felt like hell for Mj. She’d voiced to you over the last week all her worries about having to watch Peter and Liz getting to be all lovey-dovey all night and your heart broke for her. You could tell even though she was opening up to you about this, she was still much more hurt by the idea than she was letting on and you’d never been more angry at the clueless boy.

You’d try to assure and reassure her plenty of times that what they got up two didn’t matter. The two of you were going to have fun and you were going to enjoy yourselves tonight without any more heartache. After all Peter was just a dumb high school boy.

When the actual night arrived the girl was freaking out more than you think you’d ever seen her freak out. Some part of her was convinced she had to look perfect just in case Peter so happened to glance her way at any point during the night.

So here you were helping her get ready. She’d bought a pretty dress and insisted on doing her hair the same way as usual after you tried another style and she decided she hated it. She’d obviously apologised for momentarily snapping at you but you’d understood she was feeling really stressed.

You knew what it was like to constantly try and impress someone and fail each and every time, so you couldn’t blame her attempts at trying.

It didn’t take too long for both of you to get ready, however Mj was quick to begin doubting herself as she stared in the mirror for too long. You could see the insecurity on her face and your heart panged with sympathy.

“You’re going to kill tonight,” you said. You could tell your words had an effect on her as she began to shyly play with her hands. You grinned to yourself, bringing her hands in yours and up to your mouth to press a sweet kiss onto her knuckles. “You’re so perfect,” you told her.

Of course you didn’t actually want Peter to realise what was right in front of him and date Mj, but you weren’t going to hurt her because of your own feelings.

“Well, we should head out while we still look hot,” you said, sending her a wink that had her rolling her eyes at you. She took your hand and watched as your smile grew wider as she led you out of your apartment. “Let’s go.”

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The night felt like it was flying by with the amount of fun you were having. After making sure Mj couldn’t keep her eyes on Peter she loosened up quite a bit. You’d actually managed to get the stubborn girl to dance with you a little bit, something that not a single part of you expected to happen.

It was only when moving to get another drink you saw Liz sitting alone on the bleachers, no Peter in sight. You tapped Mj’s shoulder to draw her attention to it, motioning over to the girl. If she was being honest, her first reaction was relief, relief that her crush wasn’t dancing the night away with a girl that wasn’t her.

But after a quick re-evaluation of her feelings, she felt a strand of sympathy grow for the girl, but only a really really miniscule one.

“We have to help her,” you reasoned, trying to talk some sense into your friend. With a hesitant answer she nodded, swallowing her hurt and pride and following you over to the bleachers where Liz looked as though she was ready to cry.

She saw the two of you approach and offered you both a weak smile, having no protest to you taking a seat beside her.

“Are you okay?” you asked. She chuckled quietly, probably at herself for getting so worked up over a teenage boy, but nevertheless shook her head.

“He left. He said he was sorry and left.”

She truly did sound hurt by his actions, and you were mentally cursing Peter for hurting yet another sweet girl that didn’t deserve his stupidity.

“Where did he go?” you asked, trying to console the girl. She just shrugged, resting her head on your shoulder sadly as Mj watched the two of you. You rubbed your hand up and down Liz’s back, sending your best friend a warning glare as you saw the way her eyes sparkled. Whether it was out of hope or happiness, neither were appropriate right now.

Part of Mj really was happy that Peter had abandoned Liz. She’d told you that the only thing that could possibly ruin tonight was having to watch them together the whole night when she desperately wished it was her.

“I’m sorry Liz,” she said, pushing her feelings aside to try and be the bigger person. The girl nodded, flashing Mj a sad smile as she brought her hands up to wipe any stray tears.

“I think,” she started, drawing your and Mj’s attention to her. “I think I’m just going to go home.”

Your anger towards Peter only increased with Liz’s words. “Are you sure? You can stay with us if you’d like,” you offered. You could feel Mj’s glare burning into your side as you said the words and the girl was sure she’d cry if Liz was to agree to your suggestion.

Luckily for her though, Liz was quick to deny, telling you both that she really would prefer to go home than keep getting stares of pity and feel this deep sense of embarrassment. It isn’t everyday that someone gets stood up by a ‘nerd’ like Peter Parker, especially not someone like Liz Allan.

The two of you watched as she left the gym, ignoring the stares of nosey teenagers.

As soon as the doors were closed again you turned your full attention to Mj. “I’m proud of you,” you whispered, leaning your head on her shoulder. She sighed, shaking her head but leaning it on top of yours anyway.

“I was being selfish-“ she tried to argue. “But you did the right thing in the end,” you said, wrapping your arms around her in a comforting way. You felt the way the apples of her cheeks pressed against your head more defined and you just knew she was smiling at your words.

“Now, let’s go enjoy our night.”

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You were over the moon by the time you got back to your apartment that night. Your parents had made you tell them all about it and you could hardly contain your excitement from the night you’d spent dancing away with Mj. But overall, you were still exhausted and you were ready to just crawl into your bed and sleep for the next few hours.

You entered your room with your smile still permanently stuck on your face, closing the door behind you and pressing your back to the wood as you tried to calm your excitement from the night.

You didn’t expect someone to already be in your room, sitting on your bed to be exact. You flipped on the light and nearly had a heart attack upon seeing the suited boy sitting there, clutching his ribs with a pained expression on his face.

“Peter, oh my god,” You shrieked, trying to keep your voice down so you didn’t alert your parents. The boy’s face was beaten black and blue and from the way he was walking and clutching at his stomach, the rest of him wasn’t much better. “What happened to you?” you asked, rushing over to him to take a close look at his injuries. You could see the tears forming in his waterline and your heart ached for him, carefully wrapping your arms around him.

“Come on,” you said, leading him to your bathroom, a very familiar occurrence recently. Neither of you spoke while you tended to the cuts on his face. You wanted to let him tell you what happened when he was ready, plus you didn’t exactly feel like talking as you tried to quickly come down from the excitement of the night.

Your eyes caught sight of his hand resting in his lap, the skin split on his knuckles that had you wincing at the sight.

“Your hand,” you pointed out, noticing the slight burn marks on his skin when his hand shifted. He shook his head, telling you to ignore it and just help with his face. You tended to his busted lip and the cut right on his cheekbone, wiping away as much blood and dirt as you could.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

His eyes were burning holes into yours while you worked on him, noticing the concerned glint every time he’d hiss or wince at some pressure.

“No,” he whispered, the tears from earlier beginning to spill over his cheeks. You cooed quietly, pulling him back into you just so you could hold him. After tonight you were sure Mj would explode seeing the way you were holding Peter, and you felt guilty even if your actions were incredibly innocent. You wouldn’t dream of hurting her like that.

“What happened?” you asked, in the softest voice you could muster. You lightly guided his chin so he was looking into your eyes, his big doe eyes making him look like a lost puppy.

“This is going to sound insane, but,” he laughed to himself. “I- I was fighting Liz’s dad.”

He watched as your eyes widened in shock, your body freezing as you tried to process the words he’d just said. He tried to answer as many of your questions as he could before you even opened your mouth, knowing exactly what was already going through your head.

“Well, do you remember Liz’s party when you saw me on the roof?” It took a lot of explaining from Peter. But he eventually managed to tell you the entire story, right from the alien weapons the night of the party to taking him down and handing him over to the cops. You were surprised but you were sure these were the kinds of things you were going to have to get used to knowing his secret.

Conversation was quick to die down afterwards, neither of you knowing what else to say on the matter, but the thought of Liz after he left her in the gym was eating him alive.

“Did she seem mad?” he asked, timidly. Of course you knew who he was talking about straight away. You thought back on the night and even though it wasn’t the answer he wanted, you had to shrug your shoulders. “She was upset,” you said.

You heard him sigh beside you. “Did I really screw this up?” he asked, laying his head on your shoulder. You sighed, resting your head on top of his, much like how Mj had done to you earlier this afternoon. You weren’t planning on sugar coating this for him. “Yeah, you did.”

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peter’s girl taglist → @sunsetholland @captainamirica @tomsirishgirlx @givebuckyhisplumsnow @lou-la-lou @slutforsr @tayyx @gog0juice @minejungwoo @creatorofthegalaxy @annathesillyfriend @paninipress @bvttercupbby @peterswebshooters @whoeveniskendall @itsallyscorner @hoodpankow @sunwardsss @hallecarey1 @writingrem @mamaparker28 @n0eliii @lovehollandy12 @ifyouknewhowmiserylovedme

[deafwestnewsies]

be my first last kiss

You can plan on a change in the weather or time, but you'd never planned on him changing his mind.

jack kelly x davey jacobs

read it on my ao3!

Earnest to goodness, Jack Kelly was going to murder Racetrack Higgins.

No, Anthony Higgins, this was the sort of thing that makes you pull out the tarnished christian name of a friend (or so you thought) you’ve known since he was toppling over on baby-fattened legs. Anthony Higgins would die by the sword of Jack Kelly.

He just had to get this godforsaken Youtube video filmed first.

You’re doing this for the cash, Jack grumbled to himself as he passed through the metal doors of a nondescript building on the Lower East Side- it was the kind of place being slowly taken over by hip and fun corporations promising Asian-fusion bars and eco-friendly thrift stores while edging out the relic businesses built on the backs of immigrant dreams. Jack couldn’t stand areas like this, the air thick with wasted luxury, so he rarely left the barrio. Why would he? Spot Conlon slept in the bedroom next to his. Katherine Plumber and Sarah Jacobs ran the bookstore that bought his baked goods and sold them for decent money. Medda lived down the street with her plethora of children, and Racetrack still beat the known path, doing tricks on the street corner for spare change and internet views. Davey- David. David Jacobs wasn’t there. It was right where Jack wanted to be.

Much unlike the dim studio where he now shuffled his feet, waiting for the perky young PA with bright red streaks in her hair to come back with further information about the video he would be shooting. Jack wasn’t a stranger to this small production company; He participated in a few Youtube videos back before they had millions of subscribers, he played truth or dare with lots of liquor and a complete stranger, he confessed about the first time he fell in love so it could be put to pathetic music.

Cash where you could get it, right?

“Kelly, right?” Cherry Streaks was back with a vengeance.

“Jack, actually,” he corrected.

“So you’re going to stand over there where the little blue X marks the spot and wait until the producer, Adam, starts asking you a few questions. The first one might be a test for our boom guy. Answer honestly, we can pretty much tell when you’re making up a story by this point. After that, the main part of the video will begin. Got it?” She was pointing wildly with a Number 2 pencil that had previously been stuck through her ponytail, and she smelled faintly of jasmine. Jack felt dizzy.

“Wait, I thought this was one of those ‘Choose who’s the best kisser out of ten strangers’ type of deal?” I mean, that’s what Race told me- oh God. Oh Santa Maria. Oh Saint Francis.

The young woman smiled like she was keeping an excellent secret. “Have fun, Jack Kelly.”

Walking off at her ominous dismissal, Jack stood where he was directed. The fluorescent lighting made him sweat under the knowledge that he had virtually no idea what he was doing there, Race had lied to him so that he would participate in some sort of sick, horrible scheme, and for all he knew, behind door number three could be his third grade teacher with a baseball bat and a basic multiplication grudge.

“Jack! It’s nice to see you again.”

Romeo was walking towards him with that easy gait Jack had memorized so long ago- Romeo had shot the original videos on an Amazon tripod and the unfounded hope of human connection, and now he owned the entire shebang. Jack dropped his tense shoulders to give him a warm smile. “Romeo. Boy, am I glad to see a friendly face.” Jack lowered his voice to a stage whisper. “You’ve got a production assistant who actually does work, so I’m assuming we’ve died and you earned a really nice deal in Heaven?”

Romeo barked out a laugh. “If I’ve died, do not resuscitate. I’ll never be able to look at another bodega meatball sub after cooking food bought in a real grocery store.”

“Rub it in, why don’tcha?” Jack punched the shorter man on the shoulder. “Listen, Romeo, you gotta tell me what I’m in for, a buddy totally sold me out for the cash and I have no clue what this project is gonna be like.”

Before Romeo could respond, a tall, lofty man behind the camera cleared his throat. “Darling? We’re ready to begin when you are.”

“Jack, meet Specs. Or Adam, but we all know how well nicknames stick. Specs, this is the old friend I was telling you about.” Romeo ended right above Specs’ elbow, and it was all Jack could do not to laugh.

The man fixed his thoughtful gaze on him. “It’s nice to meet you, Jack. You’ve got a real presence on the camera. Have you ever considered acting?”

“I’m afraid I’m, uh,” Jack flexed a paint-stained hand. “Strictly canvas, as they say.”

Nodding as if that was a phrase people commonly used and not something Jack invented on the fly, Specs then clapped his hands together. “Folks, let’s film this sonofabitch.”

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“I’m Jack, and I’m a twenty-four year old artist living in New York City.”

“Have you ever been in a relationship?” Specs questioned from behind the camera.

Jack blinked in surprise. “Sure. One throughout high school, another in college and a little bit beyond. I wouldn’t call myself a heartbreaker or anything.”

“Do you stay friends with your exes?”

“One of ‘em, yea. It was more of an amicable thing, you know. She ended up being a lesbian. And I am… not.” His clumsy fingers tugged at a constricting collar.

“And the other?”

“Just because I’m not a heartbreaker doesn’t mean I can’t be a real asshole sometimes,” Jack nervously chuckled. (Davey had laid out rose petals, for God’s sake. Rose petals.)

“Was this girl the high school girlfriend, or the college one?”

“Boy,” Jack quickly corrected. “Man. I guess. He was in college- four and a half years.” (It took him four days to clear away the rotting flowers, the bleeding color slowly seeping into his carpet. Katherine found him delirious with whiskey on the bathroom floor; Sarah couldn’t bear to walk through his front door.)

“How’d you meet him?”

(He twisted in his high-backed blue chair. “It’s habláis in el presente.”) “Freshman year of high school actually. Spanish class. Funny story, actually, that other girl I dated? His sister. Broke her heart for his. He was so mad at me that we didn’t talk for like, months after.”

“It was six and a half months, actually.”

Of things Jack was expecting to see today, Spiderman was more likely than David. A flash mob singing death metal, maybe. Pigs flying through the polluted air.

“I was told to come in. I now see why.” David’s eyes narrowed behind his thin wire frames, different from the heavy Ray-Bans that he had dedicated himself to sophomore year of high school. Jack hated that he looked older, wiser, and all around… better.

Specs cleared his throat before the bewildered set of men (one more angry than the other, both desperately avoiding eye contact) could demand what sort of sick joke this was. “Can you introduce yourself?”

They broke up on a Tuesday, an insignificant, momentary Tuesday. Fourteen months ago. (Yes, fourteen months, like their terrible split was a baby that Jack was nurturing bit by bit. He refused to round down- fourteen months ago, he left David Jacobs.) So when David ran his thumb across his jawline, a nervous tick older than his younger brother, Jack couldn’t fathom why he felt so relieved. Some things never did change. “David. Jacobs.” David’s jaw flexed as he looked into the camera. “I dated Jack for almost five years.”

“Tell us about your other relationships.”

“Unfortunately, I spent the better part of high school and college pining after a total cocksock. Not a whole lot of time for casual dating in between.”

A deep silence permeated the studio as two boom mic operators swapped awkward glances. Jack didn’t attempt to defend himself- he was sort of a cocksock. David Jacobs had asked him to uproot what little life he had in New York and move to Santa Fe for a prestigious, so-accolated-you-could-cry medical school, and Jack Kelly broke up with him over containers of kung pao chicken and scattered rose petals. He was a cocksock, a dickhead, and complete asshole. An ex-boyfriend of mass proportions.

“Okay, so.” Specs was wiping at his glasses with the tail of his shirt. Jack wanted to snap them in half. “Today’s video is entitled ‘Exes kiss for the first time since their breakup’. If you need more explanation…”

“I think we’ve got it.” David snapped, clenching his fists rapidly.

Jack stepped half an inch closer to David and began murmuring under his breath. “Davey, if you don’t want-”

“Don’t call me Davey.” His eyes were alight with flame- Jack’s chest caught fire.

Of all the things that felt domestic when dating Davey Jacobs, kissing him never managed to become routine. Davey kissed like he earnestly meant it. The gears in his brilliant mind would grind to a halt so he could dedicate himself to the lilting curve of Jack’s mouth, a gentle sweep of warmth when the artist’s mouth was otherwise preoccupied with his needless words, and the world would spin on a delicate axis. (Jack’s shoulders rose to meet Davey, the physical ache of being someone’s other half drawing him forward. Davey had avoided him for so long, Jack living on a diet of lingering stares and a brief touch of the hand, that kissing him felt like a dying man knelt at a replenished well. How did they exist for so long without this innate knowledge of the universe? Could he stand to go on a single second longer without the praise of Davey Jacob’s lips?) Of all the things Jack missed about spending his life with Davey Jacobs, kissing him was certainly one of them.

There was a moment where the pads of Jack’s fingertips brushed the nape of David’s neck, a habit borne from the small noise it would draw from the back of his throat, and the steely corporate floor felt more like the worn carpet in the old thirty-second street apartment. Jack could feel his thready pulse with the gentle press of a thumb.

Davey was a fan of the dramatics- he would pull away from a passionate kiss in the middle of a busy New York street to stare into Jack’s eyes, foreheads gently touching and cheeks furiously blushing. Now, he simply drew back. Took a step away. Swiped at his lips with the back of his hand.

Jack felt like he was falling. (“If you ever break up with me,” Jack began. He laughed at Davey’s unexpected shudder, the honest and visceral kind. “Make it quick.”

“What about when you break up with me?” Davey peered over his glasses.

Crinkling his nose, Jack quickly answered before the other boy could detail any breakup preferences. “I’m not an idiot, Dave. ‘M not going anywhere.”)

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He stared at the limp fifty dollars in his hand. Romeo had apologized, explaining that the people who had organized this got half the cut, and handed them both an envelope- Jack, one with “Tony Higgins” that he planned to run through his shredder, and David, one with “Sarah Jacobs,” which made Jack gawk in disbelief.

Jack didn’t want to walk away; David’s feet were shuffling against the worn pavement.

“It’s funny,” David started. “I listened to a lot of Taylor Swift to get over you.”

He winced. “Sorry?”

“Please. I know she’s been your top artist since 2013.”

(Katherine walked through a worryingly unlocked apartment door. “Is that... Begin Again? Jack, what the fuck are you doing?” She had seconds to worry about the cluster of wilted flower petals her heel had put a hole through before Sarah pointed at the pair of legs sticking out of the bathroom’s entrance.) “Yeah, okay. Fair. But… funny? Did I miss a joke?”

David closed his eyes to roll them, as he so often did when he was trying to be polite, and it hurt to be on the receiving end. “We just had our last kiss. You know, like-”

“I’m Joe Jonas?” Jack interrupted, bewildered. The semi-glare he received in return was all he needed to know- “Right. Dickhead. Listen, Dave- David, why didn’t you tell me you were back in town?”

There was a brief moment where something unrecognizable flashed over David’s face- pity? Regret? Dejection? It was quickly replaced by a soft smile tugging at the edge of his lips, his eyes glazed over with a practiced professionalism. “I’ll see you around, Jack. Have a good day.”

David turned and walked down the street, and Jack just missed the passing moment he chose to look back.

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Comment on EXES KISS FOR THE FIRST TIME SINCE THEIR BREAKUP by IncredibleKinsey: those two dudes are all mad and then just make out like that????? yeah okay call me when the wedding happens

[worldserasingandcreatinginmymind]

The Intern | Part Two

Summary: You move to New York to focus on your art but end up working as an intern at Stark Enterprises

Chapter Summary: you get an surprise visit on your day off

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Word Count: 1600 and something (kinda short but i’m already half way through writing part three)

A/N: for the purposes of this story Stark Enterprise is set out like an office building in New York and the story does not follow the same timeline as the movies. Reader does not know Peter is SpiderMan. Also, spelling and grammar is not my strongest skill so please be kind :)

Masterlist   Part One

- - - - -

It had been a week since your meeting with Tony and since then the two of you had become quite good friends. Tony would make sure he came to the desk everyday or found you at lunch with Peter to catch up with you both.  

Today was your first day off in a while and it was much needed. You’d spent the day in your loungewear, doing some painting and listening to old 80’s rock music. In the evening you decided to order pizza, and do some baking while you wait for it to be delivered. You were just getting the ingredients ready when someone knocked at the door. ‘Pizza is early’ you thought as you put down the flour and headed to answer the door. 

“Wow that was quick- oh” you said opening the door surprised to see Tony on the other side. 

“Sorry were you expecting someone?” He asked.

“No no, just thought you were the pizza guy” you laugh awkwardly. 

“No pizza here I’m afraid. Just me. Wanted to check in, see if you’re okay? Didn’t see you in work today”

“It’s was my day off. I’m back in tomorrow”

“Ah right. Good. Well, that’s great then” he turns and goes to leave. 

“Would you like to come in for a drink, and maybe some pizza? Seeing as you came all this way.” You ask, surprising yourself with your sudden confidence. 

“I don't want to intrude..”

“you wouldn’t be. Ive been on my own all day, it would actually be nice to have some company.”

“Thanks” he smiles and walks past you. You shut the door, silently cursing yourself as you realise that your boss, THE Tony Stark, has now seen you in your paint stained loungewear. You follow him into the open plan kitchen/living room of your apartment and wish you’d cleaned up first. Your paints, brushes and sketchbook still all over the coffee table from earlier and the kitchen messy with baking stuff. 

“Sorry about the mess” you apologise, fiddling with the messy bun you’d thrown your hair into this morning, attempting to tidy it up a bit. 

“Don’t worry about it. It’s not that bad”

You raise your eyebrow at him.

“no really, I’ve seen rooms in much worse states than this after some of the parties I used to have back in the day”

You both laugh and Tony walks over to look at one of the paintings hanging on your wall “this is nice” he says pointing at it and you walk over to stand next to him. The painting is of a beach with the sun setting over the ocean, the orange glow reflecting off the waves and ripples in the water. 

“its the beach I used to visit every summer when I was a kid. Some of my favourite memories happened there” you stare at the painting daydreaming about the past. Picnics with your parents, playing fetch with your childhood dog, swimming on really hot days. Tony watches you out the corner of his eye, smiling when he notices the content smile that has appeared on your face. When you suddenly take a breath and snap back into the present he turns his attention back to the painting. 

“this is actually one of the first paintings I ever did-“

“you painted this?” Tony interrupts, turning to look at you and you give him a shy nod. “wow, you have a real talent. When you said before that ‘painting didn’t pay the bills’, I presumed that just meant you weren’t very good”

You burst out laughing his blunt honestly which takes Tony by surprise. 

“no, no what I meant was, the art world is a hard one to get into as an unknown artist. I couldn’t risk waiting around for that big break.”

Tony nods, looking at you thoughtfully.

“can I see some more of your work?” He asks.

“yeah sure, I’ve got some stuff in a folder in my room” you say as you run off toward your bedroom. When you come back out carrying the folder of paintings you notice Tony sitting on the sofa looking through the sketchbook you’d left on your coffee table. 

“these are really good y/n, really I mean that.” He says, turning the pages and you take a seat next to him “you’ll have to paint something for me to hang in my office, that place needs brightening up a bit-“ he stops when he reaches a pencil sketch of Steve Rogers and you feel your whole body cringe. “this guy? really, you drew this guy?”

“what, I, uh..” You stutter “..he’s got a good jaw line. It’s very satisfying to draw” you shrink down into the sofa wishing it would swallow you whole, then theres a knock at the door.

“ah that will be the real pizza guy” you say jumping up to walk to the door but Tony stands in your way.

“no let me get it. You get us some drinks. I’ve been here a full five minutes and you’ve still not got me one” he winks at you and you roll your eyes playfully.

As you get glasses out the cupboard and put them on the counter you notice Tony is acting suspiciously. He walks slowly and carefully toward the door, and takes a long look through the peephole before finally opening the door. You presume he’s just always on high alert because of who he is. Being a high profile business man and one of the best known superheroes must mean he’s used to having dangerous people lurking around every corner. 

After pouring two drinks you move over to the sofa and place the glasses down on the coffee table and hiding your sketchbook under the sofa. Tony appears with the pizza and you quickly move your paints off the table to make space for him to put the box down. 

“thanks for grabbing the pizza, you’ve saved me the embarrassment of anyone else seeing the state of me right now” you say gesturing to your clothes, as he takes a seat next to you and you hand him his drink.

He looks you up and down, shrugs and says “I’ve seen worse” and winks at you. He holds his glass up for you to toast and you hold your glass up too.

“to you, and your weird fascination with Captain America’s chin” he teases you and you shake your head at him.

“I am not toasting to that” you laugh

- - - - -    

An hour later you’d both got through the whole pizza and almost a whole bottle of wine, talking and laughing the whole time as Tony told you about some of the things he used to get up to pre Iron Man. You get up to carry the empty pizza box over to the bin in your kitchen and refill both your glasses. 

“hey what’s for dessert” Tony shouts over to you.

“well I was just about to start making brownies before you arrived”

“I was only kidding about dessert but actually I would kinda love some brownies right now” Tony says, getting up and walking over to join you in the kitchen.

“well I guess we could bake some?” you say half joking but Tony grabs your apron off the hook on the wall and ties it around his waist which makes you laugh.

“what are you laughing at, I'm ready to learn”

“wait, you’ve never made brownies before? Not even as a kid?” You ask in disbelief and Tony shakes his head.

“my family weren’t really into that sort of thing” he shrugged. 

“well then Mr Stark, I am about to change your life” you say, handing him a wooden spoon and he smiles at you. 

Tony mixed together the melted chocolate and butter with the eggs and sugar while you measure out the flour into a bowl. You handed him the flour to add into the mixture but as he poured it in he dropped some of the flour onto the arm of his suit and you laughed covering your mouth with your hand. 

“oh you think thats funny do you?” He says and he takes a hand a handful of flour and chucks it at you, laughing. You gasp and wipe some of the flour off yourself before grabbing a handful and throwing it back at him. He grabs your hand mid air and pulls you slightly but you trip over your own feet and stumble into him. He catches you and the laughter dies down as you both look into each others eyes, faces dangerously close to each other. His eyes flicker down to your lips and he moves in slightly. But then he stops, and lets you go. Clearing his throat and taking a step back. You take a deep breath and brush some flour off yourself. 

“well, uh, this was fun” he says, slightly awkward “but, I should probably be going now”

“yeah, yeah..” you agree walking him to the door “it’s getting late”

He stops at the door and turns around to smile at you.

“thanks for the pizza, and for the baking lesson”

“no problem” you smile “i’ll bring some of the brownies in to work tomorrow” 

“Good night y/n” he says walking out the door

“Good night” 

You close the door behind him and press your forehead against it, replaying what just happened in your head. Did you really just almost kiss your boss? And did he almost kiss you back? Did you overstep your boundaries even inviting him in tonight? Would things be awkward tomorrow? 

You let out a frustrated sigh and go back to the kitchen to finish baking and tidy up the mess from your flour fight. You know there’s no point thinking about it tonight but you also know that you won’t be able to think of anything else. 

Part Three

Taglist: @brownbuble​ 

[all-things-skam]

Jens’ season | Chapter three

Saturday, January 18th

After the pre-game at Robbe’s, they all moved to some party Jana had found and invited them to. He and Jana had made out a bit, but Jens’ mind couldn’t help wandering to Lucas who was making his phone buzz in his pocket. It felt wrong to make out with someone while thinking about someone else. Jens couldn’t do it. So, he made up some lie about feeling dizzy from alcohol and needing to go home.

Regardless, the night had ended late for Jens. He and Lucas had messaged back and forth all night, getting to know each other through Instagram DMs.

Jens learned that Lucas liked Indie Pop music and hated Marvel movies - even though they look really cool. They are just too long and Lucas could never sit through a whole movie. He broke his arm last year trying to do a trick on the half-pipe, but that didn't stop him from going back on his skateboard the following day. Sweet food was his favorite - as stated at the café. Cakes, pastries, chocolate, pancakes...anything sweet.

The more they chatted, Jens realized that Lucas must have plans with his friends. He only got to see them every other weekend and Jens felt bad from keeping the blue-eyed boy on his phone instead of spending time with them. But, Lucas assured him it was okay, that actually he was glad to have company.

His Friday night didn't go how he had expected it to. What was supposed to be a bowling night ended up being Lucas walking a drunk Isa home after she threw up in the bushes in front of the bowling alley. While he had a good laugh trying to get Isa upstairs, he’d rather lay in bed and talk with Jens.

When he woke up, Jens saw a notification from Lucas. His phone was so close to his face due to falling asleep with it last night that the flashing screen made him groan. He squinted and rubbed his eyes, adjusting to the bright light of the screen.

vanderheijden.lucas Jens? Still there?

vanderheijden.lucas Did you fall asleep? If so, good night. I think I’m going to crash too

A smile crept on Jens’ face, reading Lucas’ messages.

Before he could write anything back, his door opened and Lotte ran and jumped on her big brother’s bed, attacking Jens with morning hugs. A bit startled, Jens’ phone slipped from his hands, landing on his comforter. Lotte screeched as Jens caught her and started tickling her.

''S-stop, stop,'' she demanded between giggles, wiggling and trying to push Jens away with her hands and feet. ''It t-tickles.''

Jens pursued his tickle attack for a couple seconds, stopping when he felt his sister’s breath shorten. ‘’That’s what you get for waking me so early.’’

Lotte frowned. ‘’It’s not early. It’s 10am.’’

‘’For me, it is.’’

The eight year old rolled her eyes, annoyed at her brother's late sleeping-in and morning laziness. ‘’I have something for you.’’

Sitting straighter, Jens raised an eyebrow, curious. ‘’Oh? What is it?’’

Looking around on the mattress, Lotte picked up the piece of paper at the end of Jen's bed and handed him the card she made. It was made out of pink cardboard paper and had drawings of colorful balloons on the cover, spelling 'Happy Birthday' in bold letters. There was a ton of stickers and glitter all around, making a mess on Jens' comforter.

The paper was a bit crumpled from the tickle attack, but it's the thought that mattered. Jens smiled and opened the card, reading Lotte's crooked handwriting. These homemade cards his sister gave him every year were Jens' favorite birthday presents - beside money and alcohol. They were childish, but so meaningful.

His smile widened as he read the short yet heartfelt message. He could tell she had the help of a teacher for the spelling, but they were her words.

''I'm going to a sleepover at Ines' tonight and won't be here to give it to you,’’ Lotte explained.

Jens pulled his sister for a big bear hug. “Thank you for this. You're the best little sister ever,'' he said, returning her own words. Lotte grinned and Jens decided to tease her a bit. ‘’You’re the only sister I have though...don’t have much of a choice.’’

The brunette pulled her eyebrows, giving her brother a look.

‘’I’m kidding.’’ Jens scooted over, tapping the space next to him. ‘’Get in. We can watch a movie before I have to get ready.’’

Lotte looked at Jens with the biggest grin on her face. “Can we watch the new Dr. Dolittle?”

Discontentment and annoyance flashed across Jens’ face. Animal movies were not his thing. Cats & Dogs, Beverly Hills Chihuahua, Marmaduke; he couldn't stand those. As a kid, he was always more into super heroes like Spiderman or Batman. He would watch those for hours on repeat - and had managed to learn all the lines.

The pout on Lotte’s face made him cave and reach for his laptop, about to look for that damn Dr. Dolittle movie.

.

''Birthday boy is here!'' Moyo called cheerfully, phone in hand, filming as Jens made his entrance into the flatshare. He hooked an arm around Jens' shoulder, pulling him in a bro hug. ‘’How does it feel to be seventeen?’’

Jens rolled his eyes at Moyo’s question. ‘’I don’t know. It’s not my birthday, yet…’’ he pointed out, laughing.

Aaron stepped in next, pushing a beer into Jens' hands. They had stronger stuff in the kitchen, but Aaron figured he could start with a beer. It was only 9pm, too early to get drunk. Unless you want to spend your evening sleeping in a corner or with your head in the toilet.

This party was a last minute idea. The initial plan was to go to a bar, but they were all too broke to go out - perks of being a teenager. Neither of the boys could host either, their parents all home this weekend. Except Robbe, who was at the flatshare. But, the place was already taken by Milan’s own birthday party. Having heard their dilema, Milan kindly offered to share his party and celebrate Jens’ birthday too. After all, birthday siblings gotta stick together.

Jens accepted the beer and took a long swig. ‘’Let’s get this party started!’’

Moyo and Aaron cheered on each of his sides, pulling their friend through the mass of people in the living room where they found Robbe - attached to Sander's neck, dancing.

The small boy detached himself from Sander when he spotted Jens, wishing his best friend a happy birthday. Sander did the same, exchanging a quick hug in greetings before pulling Robbe back to him, kissing his cheek.

In true Milan fashion, the apartment was decorated to the max. There was paper streamers taped all over the walls and ceilings along with balloons and even a huge banner on the living room’s wall. A pink fringed curtain separated the kitchen from the rest, as if to let everyone know where the good stuff was.

Jana quickly found Jens, stumbling and holding onto his shoulder for stability. ‘’Happy birthday,’’ she said to him, throwing her arms around his neck and spilling some wine on the floor. Thank god it was white wine.

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Sunday, January 19th

Jens was a bit hungover when he woke up.

Who was he trying to fool? He was totally hungover. All the alcohol he had downed and mixed felt heavy in his stomach, threatening to come back up. His head was pounding and his back was aching due to sleeping on Milan’s couch.

Over all, he felt like...death.

Jens grunted in displeasure, trying to roll over and grab his phone on the floor - unplugged. If his head didn't hurt this much, he would’ve laughed at his failed attempt to plug his phone, the charger laying a few centimeters from his phone with no phone attached. Good job, Drunk-Jens…

He unlocked the screen and saw a message from his mom, asking what time he was planning to come home - followed by a quick ‘happy birthday’.

Sighing, Jens turned it off and stood, feeling the room spin for a few seconds, probably still a little bit drunk. Steadying himself, he walked past Aaron’s sleeping bag and almost tripped on Moyo’s makeshift bed on the floor. Can’t this boy clean up after himself? Or, was Jens too clumsy?

He heard Zoe and Milan talking, quickly followed by the sound of Moyo and Sander laughing. Jens followed the voices, coming from the kitchen, hood covering his messy hair.

''And he's up!'' Moyo commented as he made his entrance, interrupting the current conversation.

''How's the birthday boy feeling this morning?'' Milan teased, sensing his hangover.

Aaron and Moyo snickered and Jens flipped them off. ''Like I got rolled over by a fucking truck,'' he answered honestly, voice croaky from the lack of hydration.

Last night, Jana had made him chug wine while they danced, and the boys vodka. Seventeen shots for his seventeenth birthday. What a great idea.

Sander was sitting on the kitchen counter - lacking seats -, sipping coffee with Zoe. It was unlike him to wake up before Robbe - or be anywhere without him -, but someone had to make decent coffee.

‘’Want some?’’ Zoe kindly offered.

Jens nodded and she poured him a cup. Hopefully it'll wake him up and ease his hangover - or make it disappear altogether.

‘’Want some vodka in your coffee?’’ Sander asked with a smirk.

Jens made a grimace, stomach churning. ‘’Don’t mention the devil.’’

Sander laughed and got down from the counter, asking if anyone wanted breakfast. Zoe offered to help, knowing no one else could cook in this household.

They took everyone’s orders, settling on eggs and pancakes. Usually, Jens would be down for some good homemade breakfast, but there was no way he could stomach food right now. Just the smell of it made his stomach turn.

Head on the kitchen table, the birthday boy listened as Moyo shared his retelling of last night's escapades. Since his failed attempt with Noor, his pride was a bit wounded and he had taken Aaron's spot as the desperate one of the gang. He ranted about this cute blonde with a plunging top, putting emphasis on how close he was to kissing her, but skipped the part where she slapped him. Too bad for him, Jens happened to have caught the scene when coming out of the bathroom.

And while they all agreed Aaron was the worst in the flirting department... Moyo wasn't much better.

As they were talking, Jens felt like his head was about to explode, how was he supposed to go home like this later? He doubted his hangover would go unnoticed by his parents. Especially his mom. It’s like she has a sixth sense or something.

Just as Zoe and Sander deposited the food on the table, a sleepy eyed Robbe walked into the kitchen, hair messy and sticking up here and there. He wasn't even wearing pants, just an oversized tee shirt, covering just enough.

“Do I smell pancakes?” he asked.

Sander snorted, unimpressed. ‘’Of course, that’s what gets you out of bed.” Robbe smiled lazily and went to sit on Sander’s lap, already missing his boyfriend’s touch. “Now I know what gets you up in the morning!”

Robbe pressed his forehead against Sanders, mumbling quietly. “I can tell you of a few other things that get me up in the morning”

“Hey, we are eating here, man,” Moyo groaned, tearing his eyes away from the couple and scrunching his face.

“Well, at least you don’t have to live with them 24/7” Milan lamented.

Zoe agreed, scooping a pancake onto a plate and taking it to the counter to eat. The kitchen was a tad bit small for all these people, but they made it work.

‘’You’re not eating?’’ the blonde asked Jens, eyebrows raised, but the boy shook his head. ‘’It might not sound like it, but eating could make you feel better. Alcohol causes low blood sugar. Eating breakfast actually helps get your sugar levels up while the alcohol comes out of your system.’’

‘’I’m good.

Jens felt his phone buzz in his hand. He lifted his head and Looked at the screen, seeing an Instagram notification.

vanderheijden.lucas sent you a message.

Jens opened his phone and stared at a flashing ‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY’ gif.

vanderheijden.lucas I hope you had a great birthday. Sorry I couldn’t be there, but I’ll definitely see you next Friday

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Monday, January 20th

Jens felt a lot better on Monday. The content of his stomach was no longer threatening to come up and the elephant sitting on his head was gone.

He had vomited his guts in the bathroom when coming home yesterday and had to make up a lie about eating something bad at Robbe's and upsetting his stomach. His knew his lie was mediocre and his mom probably saw through it, but didn't say a thing. He was a teenager and it was his birthday, he's allowed to have fun once in a while.

He was on his way to meet the boys for lunch when someone walked past him and bumped into him on the staircase.

''Sorry, I should watch where I’m going.’’

Caught off guard, Jens forced a smile, turning more genuine when seeing Lucas. His curly fringe was perfectly swept on the side and the color of his jacket matching his blue eyes.

“It’s cool. How was your weekend?'' Jens said, trying to stay smooth and chill.

He didn't know why, but Lucas's presence had the tendency to destabilize his confidence a bit.

Lucas shrugged. “It was good. I hadn't gone home since my dad and I moved here two weeks ago. It felt good to spend some time with my mom and see my friends. I really miss it sometimes...but then I run into you and it doesn’t seem so bad.”

He smirked and Jens' didn't know how to react. His stomach dropped, surprised, but not shocked. Was Lucas flirting with him again?

''I saw your stories, it seemed like you had a lot of fun at your party?''

“Yeah, it was great, but I got a wicked hangover that I’m still getting over.''

''Have sex.''

''Excuse me?''

''Sex is an excellent cure for hangover.''

Jens raised an eyebrow. ‘’Does it?’’ He paused, raising his gaze to meet Lucas’, clear blue irises looking right into his. ’’I’m gonna need a partner for that, though...’’

The brunet cocked an eyebrow, still holding Jens' stare, reading through the heavy subtext. They had entered a new level of flirting and neither were mad about it.

Lucas licked his lips slowly, making something in Jens' stomach flipped over at the gesture, and the Netherland boy took a step closer towards him, nearly closing all the space between them. Lucas opened his mouth, but before he could say - or do - anything, someone called Lucas’ name.

''Luc! Come on, man, we’re going to be late.''

''I gotta go. See you later, Jens,’’ Lucas said, readjusting the bag on his shoulder and winking before leaving.

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Tuesday, January 21st

A knock on Jens' door woke him from his slumber. His first thought was that it was his sister joining him for the night, but Lotte never knocked. Jens frowned. Slipping out from his covers, the teenager walked to the door, eyes barely open, still half-asleep.

The hallway light caused Jens to squint his eyes and hiss. He rubbed them with his palms, adjusting to the light. ''Mom?''

She was in her bathrobe, hair down from her usual bun, slightly messy due to her pillow. ''Sorry to wake you, honey,'' Fenna apologized in a hushed voice, cautious to not wake her sleeping daughter next door.

It was very unusual for his mom to wake him in the middle of the night - unless something was going on. Did she get an emergency call from work? Jens hadn't heard his father come home, did he get into an accident? His frown deepened, getting worried.

''What is it, Mom?''

Fenna sighed and looked down, the bags under her eyes appearing more prominent. ''Your dad is drunk. Can you help me take him to bed?'' He could sense the shame in her voice from having to ask her son for help with his drunk father.

Jens nodded, mentally shaking his head in disappointment.

He followed his mom down and walked into the living room, taking in the state of his inebriated father, passed out on the loveseat, shoes still on and jacket half off. Jens felt a burst of resentment towards his dad in that moment. How could he drink so much that his own son was having to drag him to his room so his little sister wouldn’t see her dad this way? How could he do that to his wife too? Doesn’t she work hard enough at the hospital? She doesn’t need to come home and have to deal with her drunk husband.

''I tried to get him to move, but he's being stubborn and-'' Fenna started to explain, a yawn interrupting her.

It was the first time it happened and Jens hoped it was the last - for his dad's own good. Coming home late and picking fights with his mom was one thing, coming home drunk was another.

''Go back to bed, Mom. I'll take care of this,'' Jens said, taking in the state his dad was in. He reeked of beer and whiskey.

Fenna refused. ''No. It shouldn't be your job to take care of your dad.''

‘’He’s just a dead weight. I'll manage.''

Her eyes shifted between her son and husband, feeling guilty for making Jens take care of Mohamed. He was a kid, it wasn’t his responsibility. But, she had already tried to get him upstairs and didn't succeed. All she did was get one half of his jacket off.

With one last look at her son, Fenna gave in. ''Alright. I'll go get his side of the bed ready. Just bring him upstairs, okay?''

Jens nodded and watched as his mom returned to the second floor, leaving him to deal with his dad. The teenager sighed, dreading the work to come.

''Dad?''

The man grumbled, half responsive. Jens didn't lose time trying to understand whatever he was trying to say and threw his dad's arm over his neck, getting him to sit up just enough to remove his jacket. Like he said, he was a dead weight which made the task a bit difficult.

''Can you stand?'' Jens asked, trying to not let his irritation show.

He helped his old man up, slinging one of his arms behind his neck and keeping one hand behind his dad's back as support. Mohamed felt heavy on Jens.

Mohamed mumbled something that Jens couldn’t understand.

“What did you say?”

“ I said, your mom hates me.” His voice was rough and slurred.

Jens sighed. “She doesn’t hate you, but you need to start doing better. She can’t keep working these double shifts all the time, and you can’t be coming home drunk like that. It’s not fair to her, and it’s not fair to Lotte or me either. I shouldn't have to do this, Dad.” He wasn't trying to guilt-trip his dad, just talk some sense into him.

There was a long silence before Mohamed responded. “I’m trying, okay? But nobody wants to hire a 40 year old with minimal training.'' He scoffed before going into a coughing fit. ''Anyway, why am I even telling you this? You're just a teenager that has no idea what it means to support a family.”

Jens tried to not let his dad's words get to him. While he wasn’t a parent, he had been kind of forced to take over his dad’s responsibilities and play the head of the house for his family recently.

After a difficult struggle, Jens finally got his dad to his room and safely into bed. He wasn't so drunk he'd have to be watched over, but Jens took all the precautions - just in case. He put a pillow behind him so he'd stay on his side during the night and set a glass of water on the nightstand, right by his phone.

Jens gave Mohamed one last glance, his eyes darting to his sleeping mother. He wished that things could be different for her, that she didn’t have to carry the weight of the world on her shoulders. She was a good mom and Jens knew she would do whatever it took to take care of her family, but he couldn't let her put her health in jeopardy.

With a heavy sigh, Jens quietly closed the door and returned to his own bed.

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Thursday, January 23rd

''Hi,'' Amber said, interrupting Jens and Aaron's conversation, leaning in to kiss her boyfriend, lingering a bit too long - and with too much tongue - to be appropriate for school grounds. At least, in the middle of the main hall.

Jens rolled his eyes, tearing them away from the unwanted tongue battle in front of him. Seeing his annoyance, Jana saw this as an opening and smiled before going in for a kiss. Unlike Aaron, Jens dodged her lips and pulled out his phone, checking if he had any new messages.

He had seen her coming - of course he did -, but something inside him didn't want to kiss her. Especially when he was starting to feel something for a certain blue eyed boy.

Kissing at parties - or at home - was for fun, but kissing at school felt a bit too official for Jens' liking. No one kissed their Saturday hook up in the hallway between classes. He didn't want to give Jana the wrong idea and then hurt her feelings.

The brunette frowned, confused and hurt.

Jens could feel her sulking, but he didn’t say a thing, acting as if he wasn’t aware of what he did. Sometimes, playing dumb got you out of trouble.

Sulking, Jana pulled at her friend's arm, forcing their kiss to end. ''Amber.''

‘’What?’’ the blonde said, turning to Jana. ‘’Oh! Right. Change of plans. My parents are away this weekend so I’m celebrating my birthday a bit early. You’ll come?’’

‘’Sure babe, we’ll be there, right Jens?’’ Aaron nudged him, forcing the raven haired one to look up from his phone.

Jens faked a smile. ‘’Sure.’’

.

Jens pressed the doorbell and waited.

He had texted Moyo's guy earlier today and had been given an address to meet at. At first, the guy was skeptical, but Jens mentioned Moyo and everything was chill.

Dogs started barking at the doorbell noise and Jens' back straightened. A man told them to shut up - which they did -, and someone popped their head out, keeping the door mostly shut. He had a buzz cut, clean cut beard and the tattoo on his neck gave Jens the chills.

Seeing a new face, the man glanced up and down at Jens and raised an expectant eyebrow, asking what he wanted.

''Erm, I've been given this address. I'm here to see...Michiel.''

If he had told Moyo the truth, he wouldn’t have given Jens his dealer’s number. While his intentions were good, dealing drugs - even just weed - was very unsafe. The risks of getting caught and consequences were higher than just smoking it. But, all Jens saw was a way to make a quick buck and help his family.

The guy disappeared inside for a few seconds, probably talking to his boss, and came back to let Jens inside.

Unlike the previous guy, this one was much shorter, but non the less intimidating. He had a thick gold chain around his neck and a scar above his eyebrow. ‘’You asked for me?’’

‘’I…’’

Jens felt like an idiot. He had always been a pretty confident person, but Michiel’s presence made him nervous - with good reason. Drug dealers weren’t the kind of people you want to mess with.

‘’If you want to buy, see one of my guys, Kid. I just make the big deals.’’ Michiel was around to turn his back and leave, but Jens spoke up.

‘’Actually, that’s what I’m here for. A friend referred me to you, saying you might have something for me. A job.’’

Michiel glanced at Jens up and down, just like the previous guy, and scoffed. ''I already have my guys.''

Under his grey hoodie, smooth skin and dangly earring, Jens was too clean for Michiel’s taste. He could never pass as a pusher, he looked too young.

Seeing through his thoughts, Jens took another approach.

''Look at me. No one will suspect it. I...I can cover at school? Or even the skatepark? People there are always looking for weed. I’m sure I could bring you good cash.’’

The man hesitated still. Teenagers weren't the most trustworthy pushers. Most would either use all the drug and run off. But, something was different about Jens. He had this insistence and self-motivation that got Michiel’s attention.

‘’I need fast cash. Give me a chance. I...I really need it,'' Jens almost begged. He tried to cover his emotions, not wanting to sound too desperate even though, in his head, he was on his knees. He needed this job really bad.

Michiel’s silence got Jens scared he had blown his shot. ‘’You do have a pretty face,’’ he pointed out. ‘’Make sure I don't have to ruin it, okay?''

Jens nodded rapidly.

‘’You’re on trial. I’ll give you a couple grams and I need them sold as fast as possible. Give me a shout when you’re done.’’ Michiel paused. ‘’Don’t disappoint me, Kid.’’

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Friday, January 24th

The bag of weed in his backpack felt heavy. Cert, there was more grams than Jens usually took to parties, but weed doesn’t weight much. It was more the pressure of having to sell it that made it heavy.

Being a smoker of green for over two years, it was his first time actually selling weed. He had sold some to guys at the skatepark, a gram or two, but he was never a pusher, as they called them. The term sounded dirty and wrong in his head. Jens knew it was something he shouldn’t be doing, but his parents needed money.

Robbe giggled at something Sander said, already a bit tipsy from the beers they drank at his place. He had hosted a pre-game, the first one since he moved back with his mom, and he didn’t slow down on the beers. At his boyfriend's behavior, Sander had kept it low with the alcohol, knowing he’ll be the one to carry Robbe home later and couldn’t do that if he was too intoxicated.

For the first time, Aaron hadn’t been present at the pre-game. Being the boyfriend of the birthday girl, he was already at the party, helping Amber and the girls with the decorations and all that.

Moyo pressed the doorbell, waiting for someone to open. They could hear the shitty pop music Amber loved from the doorstep. Sander grimaced at the music choice, Amber’s music taste being added to the list of things he didn’t like about her.

‘’I’m gonna....go see Kobe,’’ Jens announced, seeing him by the window with a couple guys from the skatepark. ‘’I’ll be right back.’’

Jens and Kobe weren’t friends. He had sold him weed once and shared a blunt behind some bushes at the skatepark one afternoon. What Jens knew was that the guy was always looking to buy weed, having no regular dealer, aka easy cash for Jens.

Moyo nodded, heading to the kitchen to look for Aaron with Robbe and Sander following behind, holding hands and walking close.

‘’ ‘Sup, man,’’ Kobe said as Jens approached them.

‘’Good, good,’’ Jens responded, responding to the brunet’s fist exchange.

‘’Long time no see.’’

‘’Yeah… Eh, I might have something for you.’’ Jens raised his eyebrows and motionned for Kobe to follow him.

Kobe nodded, a knowing smile on his lips, getting what Jens meant. He told his friends he was going with Jens for a few minutes, having something he wanted to tell him in private.

Jens almost snorted at Kobe’s lack of subtlety. This guy was worse than Aaron - if possible.

.

Half of his stock sold, thanks to Kobe and the guys they ran into on Amber’s balcony. Turned out selling weed wasn’t as difficult as Jens had initially thought. Being at a party was helping his sales, but it was relatively easy. People bought by chunks of two or three grams with promises of buying more next time Jens had some, not having a lot of cash on them.

Fiddling with the doors, Jens found himself in the bathroom, trying to hide from the outside world that sometimes got a bit too overwhelming. It’s not that he didn't like to party, he just hadn't been in the mood lately. There was a lot on his mind and, sometimes, he just couldn’t escape it.

‘’Hiding from someone?’’

The voice startled Jens, but when he saw who it was he just shrugged. ‘’I don’t feel like partying tonight, is all.’’

Lucas hummed. ‘’Mind if I join?’’ He reached into his jacket’s pocket and pulled out a slightly cooked joint. ‘’I have weed. Straight from Netherlands.’’

Who was Jens to refuse free weed. He shifted in the tub, making room for Lucas.

‘’I’ve been wanting to ask: why did you move here? I know your parents got divorce, but isn’t changing countries is a bit extreme?’’ He passed the joint to Lucas, head leaned back against the tiled wall, starting to feel the buzz.

Lucas smiled at the ceiling. ‘’Try telling my father that. If you ask me, he tried to take me away from my mom; if you ask him, he got a job offer he couldn’t refuse.’’ He took a drag and exhaled the smoke through his nose. ‘’I didn’t want to go, but according to the judge, he’s the one who can offer me a ‘better life’. So I had to go with him.’’

‘’Why would he take you away from your mom? Is she ill or something.’’

‘’Or something,’’ Lucas confirmed, not comfortable talking about this part of his life yet. He handed Jens the joint again.

‘’Left a girl at home?’’

Lucas snorted. ‘’A girl? Who said I’m into girls?’’

Jens shrugged, not knowing what to answer.

Lucas never explicitly said who he was attracted to, why did Jens assume that he was straight? By default, maybe? Despite all the progress the LGBTQ+ community is making in society, history had a way of bleeding into our subconscious. So, unless someone showed a ‘behavior that defied the default’, they were classified as straight.

‘’I tried girls, but it wasn’t for me,’’ Lucas started. He shook his head, thinking back at his mistake. ‘’They’re pretty, but it wasn’t doing it for me, you know?’’

Jens nodded. A part of him understood what Lucas meant, but another didn’t. Unlike Lucas, Jens liked girls. Their long hair, sweet perfume, smooth skin - and boobs. But, more recently, he found himself looking at boys - one, in particular.

‘’I was in love with a boy - my best friend,’’ Lucas continued. ‘’He had a girlfriend, who was also my friend, and I fucked it all up.’’

‘’Your chances with him?’’ Jens tried.

‘’No. That was pretty much dead from the start,’’ Lucas explained with a chuckle. ‘’Our friendship, their relationship.’’

‘’So, you’re a homewrecker?’’

Lucas gasped, kicking Jens’ leg playfully. Jens gave him a small grin.

‘’Hey what happened to sharing? You’re hogging the weed,’’ Jens pointed out, mildly annoyed.

''Come and get it,'' Lucas teased, pulling the joint at arm's length, away from Jens's reach. There was a challenging tone in his voice, almost daring Jens to come closer.

A bit too intoxicated - and high - to think properly, Jens leaned over, hovering over Lucas as he tried to get a hold of the joint. Lucas laughed, moving the lit joint every time Jens was close to take it. Jens was getting frustrated, his reflexes slower than usual because of the marijuana.

Jens started laughed too, having difficulty holding himself up in the small tub. ''Stop it.''

Lucas continued his little game, their laughter caused Jens to lose balance and slip. Thankfully, he was able to grab at the tub's edge, preventing himself from crushing Lucas under - or cracking his skull.

''Sorry,'' Jens apologized.

He was about to raise himself back up, but stopped when he realized how dangerously close they were to each other, faces only a few inches apart. Jens's body stilled, breath catching in his throat as his heart rate started to pick up behind his chest. His dark eyes easily found Lucas's blue ones and Lucas stopped laughing. He stared back at Jens, taking in his sharp cheekbones and plump lips.

Jens made the first move, eyelids slowly fluttering shut as he closed the gap between them, pressing his lips on Lucas.

Undoubtedly, when Jens came to this party, he didn't have the intention of kissing Lucas in Amber's bathtub. But, one thing led to another and here he was, sitting back in the tub and kissing the new kid.

Sparks didn't fly when their lips touched, which was a bit disappointing. Or, maybe it did? The weed was confusing his senses.

Kissing a boy wasn't that much different than kissing girls, in the end. It was the same mechanics; lips on lips - and sometimes tongue. Lucas' lips were very soft for a boy. They tasted like weed and beer too, which Jens didn't mind. It was a nice change from the usual sweet and sticky feeling of glosses and lipsticks or whatever girls put on their lips.

A breathy moan left Lucas' lips as one of Jens' hands came up to cup his jaw, holding him in place as his tongue grazed over Lucas' mouth, teeth closing on his bottom lip and pulling. Jens' senses were buzzing and his mind was too far behind to function.

Lucas' free hand snaked behind Jens' neck, grasping at his thick, dark hair, giving it a slight tug, the single earring dangling as they kissed. Jens breathed a moan into the kiss at the feeling and Lucas smirked, content with himself, before doing it again.

Fuck. How did he get here?

Jens broke the kiss, needing to catch his breath and the brunet took advantage of the taller one's neck being exposed to trail his lips up and down the tanned skin. It will most likely leave marks behind, but Jens couldn’t be bothered to care. At the moment, it felt really good.

Jens cradled Lucas’ face in his hands, guiding him back up and brought their lips together again. This time, the kiss was softer and slower, savoring the feeling of those beautiful pouty lips he had wished to kiss for weeks.

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Make Me Love You || Frat Boy!Tom {part four teaser}

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"I'm gonna put you in my clothes okay? You okay with that babe?" Tom talks in a sweet voice, like he's talking to a child before you nod blinking up at the ceiling. He reaches down to unzip and pull your boots off, tossing them with his own shoes. He sits you up and kneels before you to push your jacket off, 

"Tom?" You pose. He glances up into your eyes, nodding as he presses his lips in a tight line, folding your jacket and setting it aside, 

"Yeah?" He replies softly. Sliding the socks you wear under your boots off and folding them to lay over your jacket, he looks up when you don't say anything, searching your somewhat bloodshot eyes. You lick your lips, 

"Kiss me." You say. He stands up straight, pursing his lips as he stares down at you. Your eyes follow him, and you attempt to stand yourself, but you stumble and bounce back onto the bed. Tom smiles as you giggle, almost forgetting about your request. 

"I can't darling, you're drunk. I'll kiss you when you want me to and you're sober." 

"I'm sober enough to make my own decisions." You half slur, half whine, Tom chuckling as he pulls your tank top over your head and slides his own shirt on you. Reaching underneath to unclasp your bra, he sighs once more as he skillfully draws it down your arms and tosses it into the pile of your clothes. Sliding the small shorts down your legs, he trades them in for a pair of his sweats, but you fight him, Tom finally giving up and leaving you in just the tee of his. He redresses in sweats, giving in to you once more when you fight him to put a shirt on. He brushes your hair off to one side when he comes to stand before you again, staring down at you, 

"You want me to sleep on the floor darling?" He coos. You shake your head, taking hold of his hand and pulling him into bed. He lays on his back, holding his arm up for you to lay in the crook of. Your head rests on his bicep, nose pressed to the front of his shoulder. You hum, arms binding around his lean torso, his hand rested over your shoulder, thumb rubbing into the shirt and your skin soothingly. Your eyes close immediately, Tom resting his other hand over your arm, allowing you to trap one of his legs between your own like a koala before he sighs and leans in to kiss your forehead,

"Comfy?" He asks softly. You nod, squeezing his body into your own with an involuntary whimper. He smiles, closing his own eyes, 

"Good. Goodnight darling. I hope you don't have too much of a headache when you wake up." He can feel you smile gently, his arm moving down your back to rest at your hips comfortably, comfort seeping into his body as he relaxes beneath you, your presence actually helping comfort him. You let out an airy sigh, finding your own comfort, and as you drift off, you drunkenly, mumble, 

"Love you Tommy." 

As if you saying it was the last straw, you fall asleep, cooing and snoring softly beside him, his eyes wandering your face for a moment, shock prominent in his features. He knows you won't remember it. He knows it's something only he'll remember, but you said it, it's out there and he doesn't know how to interpret it. So he drops it. He leaves it as if it was never uttered, never spoken of, and he closes his eyes again. But like everything else, his mind reels over the words until he can finally shut it off, power his brain down and get some sleep to take care of whatever drunk you sets sober you up for in the morning.

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put me back together vii || quentin beck x reader

a/n: sorry for the delay, i wanted to get this just right. i knocked this bad boy out in installments, finishing it up in one unstoppable flow of words. this is not the final part, just so you know. i’m not sure how many more parts there will be, but there will be at least one more.

warnings: canon-typical violence, mentions of drugging, obviously some far from home spoilers but i changed quite a big scene (oops) and ofcourse endgame spoilers.

a/n 2: i’m considering expanding this to explore the reader’s relationship with other members of the MCU, if anybody would be interested in that? i have a character in mind that i’d like to introduce, same powers as reader, i’d just be giving her/them a name (it’s actually unisex, really, too.) i’ll see how the rest of this story goes anyway. hope ya’ll enjoy! as usual, edited, unbeta’d etc.

(GIF is not mine)

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chapter seven: the tremor in a broken heart

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quentin hates you and loves you in equal measure; you’ve brought a light into his world that he thought was gone for good. you’ve messed up his plan in ways too big to really fix, but he tries anyway.

once he makes it to london he leaves your unconscious form in a locked room, guarded by one of his henchmen. he informs the man that, under no uncertain terms, ‘’ no harm will come to her, understand? ‘’

and the henchman nods firmly - a little thing like you, there’s no danger. quentin presses a lingering kiss to your forehead and brushes back some stray strands of hair from your face. ‘’ i’ll be back soon, ‘’ he promises, ‘’ and you’ll see why this had to happen... you’ll understand and we can be together. ‘’

you moan lightly in your sleep before lapsing back into silence. quentin stays by your side a second longer, before his watch beeps to tell him, the time has arrived for his biggest stunt yet.

remembering the words you said to him not so long ago - ‘’ do it for her ‘’ - he walks down the street, determination in every certain step, thinking, ‘’ i’m doing this for us. ‘’

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your neck aches. everything aches. you blink awake, bleary, blurry. finding yourself on a thin mattress lazily spread on a concrete floor. your head swims with confusion as you push upwards onto your elbows, waiting for the white spots to recede from your vision before swivelling your head. side to side.

an empty, windowless room. a thick steel door trapping you in - a single plane of glass in the middle, crossed with bars. outside, a single guard, who grunts and then yells at you to shut up as you attempt to wheedle, complain, and threaten your way out.

figuring that it’s not going to work you drop your head in your hands. the only way out now is through stupid powers you can’t access. and all the while quentin is - doing god knows what, really. getting away with murder - the blood in your veins sears white hot. peter. spiderman. gone.

through the surge of dark emotion chewing you up, an idea occurs to you. something you haven’t tried yet, to gain access to your abilities again. you consider the thought for a few long seconds.

it’s like a patronus charm, that works the opposite way. to produce the spell a witch must bring forth a happy memory, whereas with this, with you... only negative emotions can draw out what remains of your abilities.

to draw them out of you this way - forceful, painful, could harm you. could kill you. maybe you won’t be able to control what spills out. but you know that you have to try.

calling on every trauma in your memory, every sickening moment, every sad event, a dull vibration buzzes low in your chest.

‘’ he was my friend - ‘’ ‘’ so was i ‘’

‘’ there was no other way. ‘’

‘’ thanos did exactly what he said he was going to. he wiped out fifty percent of all life in the universe. ‘’

‘’ it’s okay. let me go. ‘’

‘’ and i... am... iron man. ‘’

‘’ part of the journey, is the end. ‘’

‘’ he had to be dealt with. ‘’

something tightens in your chest and explodes with a bang. something akin to the feeling of smoke drifting over bare skin courses through your veins, your hearing sharpens, your vision improves, hell, you can nearly taste the metal of the door.

you eye the door and run at it full-tilt, aiming your shoulder to hit near the handle. the steel crashes off the hinges with a shrieking screech, the guard in the hallway jumping a mile in the air in surprise.

‘’ what the f- ‘’

he’s out cold on the floor before he can finish his expletive, your hands immediately finding the handgun on his hip. a window across the hallway, you head in that direction, frowning down at unfamiliar surroundings.

busy streets, a sea of people moving as one, red buses barrelling down packed roads - a clock tower in the distance.

london.

no time to pause or wonder how the hell you got here - kicking out as hard as you can, a sheet of shattered glass coats the ground and unsuspecting passersby. you land on both feet, turning to the closest person - a pale, wide-eyed lady, clutching at her chest in shock. before you can say anything, an ominous rumble closes in - too close for comfort. you glance up at the sky, at darkening clouds, then look back to the loose circle of people scattered around you.

‘’ get out of here as fast as you can. now. tell everyone you meet. run. go. ‘’ you growl out before pushing past and sprinting in the direction of the sound. running down a long rush of water - the thames, you assume - grey shapes move beneath the blue rolls.

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‘’ it’s not too late to stop, ‘’ you tell him, a plea clear as crystal. ‘’ you wanna be a hero? you wanna fight bad things? come and work with us. come work with the avengers. or shield, or whatever it is that ends up replacing the avengers. ‘’ you hold your arms open, a welcoming gesture. ‘’ this won’t do anybody any good. ‘’

quentin bares his teeth in a half-smile. ‘’ it’s good for me, ‘’ he corrects, something hazy in his eyes, barely visible behind the lenses of edith, something you’re too afraid to name, ‘’ people will know me, will see me. ‘’

‘’ they’re not seeing anything, quentin, none of it is real! ‘’

‘’ it doesn’t matter, ‘’ he responds, explanatory, ‘’ don’t you see? reality is what i want it to be. ‘’ he grins, wolfish, predatory. gazing at you with sharp focus. ‘’ it could be what we want it to be. ‘’

your throat tightens as you shake your head. ‘’ no. no, it isn’t. reality is what it is and no amount of wishing, no amount of technology can change it. ‘’ you blink back tears threatening behind your eyes, raising your voice to be heard over the crashing sounds of the simulation around you.

‘’ don’t you think i wish you were right? don’t you think i would do anything to be able to create my own little world? a world where natasha romanoff, tony stark, steve rogers, are alive, and with me, and we’re happy? ‘’ a rebellious tear slips out and weaves a path through the dust on your cheek. quentin watches its slow descent, is he even hearing you?

‘’ but i can’t. because it’s not true. it’s not real- ‘’

‘’ what is real? ‘’ the man snaps, face deadly and tone pointed, ‘’ what is real? ‘’

you blink and allow another few teardrops escape. desperately hoping that he will listen, that you can make this stop - make him stop. ‘’ i’m real, ‘’ your voice softens again, but you know he hears you by the pained grimace that flits over his features.

‘’ i’m real, and i’m here. please. just stop this. ‘’

quentin regards you quietly, expression thoughtful. your heart beats painfully against the cage of your ribs, an animal prying itself free. the last moment of hope; that withers away when quentin’s walls spring up around him again and he steps back. he whispers some words that trigger fissure points along the seams of your heart; ‘’ you ruined everything. ‘’

louder, then, more confident.

‘’ it’s too late now. ‘’

he reaches for the device on his wrist and you pull the gun from your waistband.

and quentin, well, he has to give you credit where it’s due. you’ve surprised him, yet again, and he breaks into an amused chuckle at the sight of the pistol.

you stare him down, his hair dishevelled, edith glasses perched precariously on the tip of his nose. your own face, bruised and cut, screws up in a grief-stricken expression. you swear you see quentin’s eyes softening before ignoring that thought and taking another step toward him.

‘’ give me the glasses, ‘’ you say, hating the shake in your voice as you speak. quentin doesn’t move.

‘’ i said. give me. the glasses, ‘’ you try again, hand tightening around the butt of the gun. he raises his eyebrows, manic and cocky.

‘’ you won’t shoot. ‘’

you swallow. ‘’ try me. ‘’

a long, tense moment. he studies you carefully, the tight line of your shoulders, how steady you hold the weapon aimed toward his chest. no words are exchanged though there are a million things you want to say to him.

but you won’t let him see you hurt. not again. you’ve been vulnerable with him before, and he will never again have that satisifaction. you swear it.

‘’ one last chance, ‘’ you warn, voice cracking under the pressure behind the words. quentin inhales deeply then blows the breath out slow, still never moving an inch. his hands drop back down-

the shot rings out, deafening, splitting the air in two.

quentin jumps, the bullet whizzing an inch away by his ear. eyes widening almost comically, he stares at you with his jaw dropped. a muscle in your own jaw twitches as you pull back the safety a second time.

‘’EDITH- ‘’

before he can say anything else a blur of red and blue tackles him to the side, knocking the breath from his lungs and the glasses off his face. skidding halfways across the metal walkway, not far from your feet. however you’re too focused on the shifting colors holding quentin down with an unbridled fury - no, wait, how-

‘’ peter? ‘’ you breathe out, and he turns to you. his mask covering his face but you know he’s trying to smile. that’s what peter does, after all, even after an attempt on his life.

quentin’s eyes snap to the glasses and in peter’s moment of distraction, he bucks and sends the kid flying, hitting the railing with a painful rattle. he scrambles for the glasses.

gun forgotten in your panic and haste, it falls with a thud to the floor as your hand stretches out. sparks of orange and blue jump out from the tips of your fingers to engulf quentin’s hand. he hisses, curses, and jerks away- looking up at you with a seething hatred that leaves you breathless.

peter recovers and slings some webs around the other man’s wrists, you dive for the glasses but a drone appears, bullets firing rapidly. sliding to the floor in an effort to dodge them, you accidentally nudge edith with your foot, sending them flying back closer to quentin.

the drone turns its attention on peter and you yell his name - he turns and ducks and ties it up in fluid string, the machine exploding with a bang and crashing down into the water below.

quentin has edith back, now, and suddenly the bridge falls away to leave you in a blank empty space. you barely suppress a wail; how the hell can you even try to escape this?

quentin’s voice breaks the darkness, addressing peter.

‘’ you want the glasses? come and get them. ‘’

there’s a second of still silence - before the edges of the scene begin to tear and shed light, and the more drones peter destroys the more reality comes back into focus.

when the last of the simulation fades, you find quentin on the floor, blood seeping through the grey jumpsuit. you bite back yet another cry, how can you still care after all he’s done?

he speaks some low words to peter, who has removed his mask. the expression on his young face shatters the pieces of your soul into sharp fragments; red eyes, flushed cheeks, trembling lips.

quentin removes the glasses and holds them up to peter. something shimmers just before your line of sight. you frown; and then gasp.

without thinking, the last of your strength gathers, and you launch yourself toward peter, crashing into him from behind. just as the real quentin fires your discarded pistol. his face drops in horror and then he drops due to blood loss. the quentin on the ground disappears and peter grips your face in his hands.

‘’ no, wait, no, ‘’ you pull your arms to loop around his neck, the shot to your shoulder burning - but something else burns low in your gut. something familiar and exhilerating; your healing factor, kicking in. you manage a smile despite the circumstances.

‘’ hey, hey, kid, hey, kid, it’s fine. i’m gonna be fine. ‘’ you cut through peter’s worried stutters and squeeze his face gently. relief takes over for a second.

then, his eyes fall over your shoulder. quentin is gasping for breath. hand pressed to the bloody wound on his belly. your breath catches. peter’s legs fail him and he drops next to the villain, and you don’t need anyone’s illusion tech to transport you back to the worst day of your life.

because here you are, yet again, holding back a screaming peter as he breaks and breaks and breaks, and breaks again until he’s almost slipping through your fingers in pieces. quentin tries to speak. fails. stares at you instead.

‘’ why? ‘’ peter sobs, you barely have the strength left to hold him close, ‘’ why? ‘’

why, quentin? why? you echo the question in your mind, too overwhelmed, too exhausted, too distrustful of your own heart to speak up.

quentin shivers and parts of his body spasms sporadically. he catches enough breath to answer the kid he cut to the bone with betrayal.

funnily enough, it doesn’t make any of them feel any better.

‘’ people needed to believe in something. these days... they’ll believe in anything. ‘’

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MCU & SPIDERMAN: FAR FROM HOME SPOILERY REVIEW

This is my first, initial “review” of the latest MCU movie - “Spiderman. Far from Home” 

SPOILERS, BEWARE! for “SPIDERMAN: FAR FROM HOME”

“Everywhere I go/look, I see his face/I am reminded of Tony”

The memorial video made by Peter’s HS friends. The comic cans, the online/getty pics used, the editing, the music choice “Dolly Parton’s “I will always love you” … from “The Bodyguard” by Whitney Houston” & images of Tony, Steve, Nat, Vision… Tony…

all the Ironman drawings/art on the classroom wall in Peters school (as he & Ned talk about the vacation plan)

the Ironman mural on the building wall… when Peter escapes to the roof… from the “press conference”

the film/video choices on the plane from Americas to Europe  (next to: “Nova: Einstein Rosen Bridges” &  “The Snap,” & “Finding Wakanda,” & “Hunting Hydra.”) is a 114 minute long Tony/Ironman docu/film… story

I am pretty sure there are also some pictures/posters/images on wall/screen at the airport, when they arrive in Europe... but I need to go watch it again (3rd time) to be sure. I think I saw it, but am not certain....

The murals (with flowers & lit candles) in Europe (Prague)…

Tony’s tech… everywhere

The EDITH integrated in Tony’s glasses...that are now Peter’s. He’s the next Tony Stark. He is the only one who can be trusted with the power - everyone else would just use it for their own good. The Tony glasses being basically a supporting character in the film... central in many scenes. 

Tony’s friends & “enemies” (people, who remember/mourn him & people, who are jealous of him)

Things I noticed/The little things:  

The BLIP “in memoriam” video edit made by Peter’s HS kids: The font was comic sans! The song choice was “I will always love you” by Whitney Houston from the film “The Bodyguard” (original: Dolly Parton), and the “in memoriam” part included images of Tony Stark... twice (first & last), Nat, Steve, VISION...and also others.... And biggest question here is... does this mean that Cap is considered dead? Does this mean his time travel shenanigans lead to him/the team listing him as one of the casualties... to not reveal the details of what really happened & to keep the time travel & other things... a secret? 

BOH! MJs new favorite word. I loved how Peter used it back at MJ... when he doesn’t want to reveal what’s in the bag/box. 

That “cat” in that one scene kinda looked like GOOSE, but only  a little bit, so was it a random cat, or was it a “relative” of Goose? Maybe another flerken?

I absolutely loved how happy & excited Peter got when he was told that the multiverse is real, not just a theory (anymore). I’m kinda sad that it turned out to not be true... for now. (he’d love to learn about the multiverse, just like he’s now studying Thor, who was a myth before, in his physics class)

When Peter was betrayed by someone he trusted & had no one to turn to, who did he call...from Netherlands? Happy. He was the one person, who knew, knew him & could be trusted, and could help him. I’m glad he had that option...someone to turn to. 

That tulip field in Netherlands was beautiful and all, but I was kinda sad to see that plane land there... and then hover above it..for a while... 

Speaking of the plane: The Avengers Tower was sold & is now being re-built by someone else, The Avengers Headquarters was destroyed in Endgame & since Tony is gone (and everyone else ran  away/went to hiding), I am not sure it’ll be re-built (we saw that the clan-up after the battle was happening... in the background...during the Endgame end scene where they set up the time travel platform by the lake). And now the airplane was destroyed in FFH. So lots of Tony’s tech (suit making machines & other tech) is destroyed now. And even though  the introduction of EDITH suggests that he had many other labs & tech set up, “secretly” everywhere... still... it keeps getting destroyed. and since he’s not here to create anything new, all his work will soon be destroyed/gone if this keeps happening. 

Peter stripped not once...but twice...in front of someone... a girl: first the SHIELD European agent, who made him the new (black) secret european “Night Monkey” suit (pants) & later in front of the girl he really likes... MJ (shirt). 

Mysterio’s illusions: all those scenes were visually amazing/brilliant! The Prague fire monster, the bar scene illusions after Peter leaves - the twist!, the German “safe house” illusions  that ended with the train & then the London Tower bridge illusions. 

The bar scene “turn of events” twist moment was brilliantly scary: it showed just how “crazy” Mysterio was. That, together with the “illusion rehearsal” scene, when he learns about the missing projector...and threatens his whole team... that was same level brilliantly scary. 

“Appearances can be deceiving”  hahaha Oh, how it hinted at the end credits scene reveal. It was not just Happy trying to tells “Fury” about Mysterio and his deception, but... also how Fury & Maria Hill are actually... skrulls, who work for Fury, while he (and Hill?) are elsewhere, working on other projects. 

Skrull sleeper cells... mentioned by “Fury”... a reference to Captain Marvel & comics.... 

Happy throwing a shield...at the drone... His cap moment. And his comment about how heavy it is/hard it is, and he doesn’t know how Cap does it hahaha

Michelle and the medieval weapon..that she borrows from the museum vault... 

There are many artifacts in the Tower of London museum vault - the crown jewels, all kinds of medieval tools & weapons, and also... “IRON MAN” - medieval iron knight armor!

Peter taking a selfie as he swings in NYC...in the end. He’s swinging & reading texts/texting & taking selfies... 

The text/line on the fence on the street/in front of “construction site”.... when Peter/Spiderman is swinging to MJ in the end scene..on NYC streets... (Madison Square Garden) say:   “We’re excited  to show you what comes next. And there are numbers 1, 2, 3 & a ? (instead of number 4) under the text. This has many meanings: a) the people in the MCU/FFH universe  are excited to show the citizens what they’re building there. b) the MCU creators are excited to show/tell us/viewers/fans what’s to come next...both in Spiderman films & MCU in general (Phase 4). c) Also..according to fans, who know more, it’s also a reference to the “Fantastic 4″.  

The initials B.F.P. on the suitcase he takes to Europe aka the suitcase belonged to Peters uncle Ben (May’s husband). Too bad it, too,  along many other things & places...got destroyed..in this film. 

LOL at everyone knocking on Peter & Ned’s rooms door at the hotel theyäre staying in in Venice. Interrupting “Fury” (and Peter) & Fury’s reaction... (he is so done with being interrupted...every 5 seconds)

All the “upgrades” to the class trip in Europe & all the changes in itinerary... #IfTheyOnlyKnewWhyThePlansWeereChanged

The “Peter tingle” (aka The Spidey Sense) 

“What happens in London/Europe, stays in London/Europe?” Peter, who is/has been keen to keep his identity a secret, behaved strangely & boldly in Europe & especially at the end of the big “battle” in London...where he just stands on the bridge...without his mask & talks to & kisses MJ. In the middle of the bridge, at the center of big event... Are there no video/traffic 8etc) cams in Europe/LOndon in 2023/2024 MCu? Are there no cameras/smartphones that people use to take pics & vids of every big event they see... in 2023/2024 MCU? I found that surprising... based on all the attempts he made until now & in this film..to keep his identity a secret. 

Pepper Potts signing the big (in both size & sum) check from Stark Fund to May’s charity event. But not being able to attend the event herself. Most likely cause the actress is done with MCU, but... otherwise...interesting... to mention her like that & specify that she was unable to attend in person...

How many “vacations” has Fury taken over the MCU history? While I mostly think that this was the first... after Fury & CM were “reunited” during the Endgame events (BLIP) & the plan was formed after Tony was gone (they were both at his memorial service) & the returned Fury who had no more team on this planet, was kinda lost...) But I also kinda think he might’ve used the skrulls before to take vacations. I am pretty certain that we saw the real Fury in Captain Marvel, in Iron Man films...  and I am also pretty certain that he was himself in Infinity War/Endgame...because as he’s “dying” aka turning into dust he doesn’t turn into skrull.Though it is possible that the dusting doesn't count & the skull face is only revealed if a character actually dies. (this is why we can be certain Tony was Tony & Nat was Nat in Endgame) 

ETA

What I LOVED the most 

My absolute favourite scene(s) is the Peter & Happy at the Holland/Netherland  tulip field & on the plane, hovering above the tulip field scene(s) -  their “talk” as Happy patched up Peter’s wounds. Talking about being a superhero and making mistakes, about Tony...and more... 

That scene...to me...sums up...hopefully... what’s to come. It confirms what I thought would be the case. Tony was/is Iron Man and no one can & should replace him as Iron Man. So everyone asking Peter if he’s gonna be the next IM... everyone looking for the next mightiest protector of the earth... and looking at SM...cause everyone else seems to have disappeared... are just putting too much pressure on him. He’s not the next Iron Man. He is Peter. He is Spider Man. (though after that end twist... who knows... maybe he will put on an iron suit for a while...since he can’t be the unknown neighborhood hero anymore...now that everyone knows...) But to me it summed up peters journey in this film & sets up what’s to come. He needed some guidance & Happy provided it... he needed to realize that he’s he’s own person & his own superhero & he’s not there to replace Tony/IM or any other superhero

But yeah... I loved how Happy said it. When others pressured him & manipulated with him (Beck purposely making him feel inadequate by saying things like “if you would've done better, he might’ve not died”), the now Pilot was his best friend & the one person he could really talk superhero things with...the one person, who IMO helped him the most with his grief over Tony & all the feelings he had regarding that & the pressure he felt to be his successor. 

Peter is likely the person, who will take over Tony’s role..somewhat...with the tech and such, but he is Peter, not Tony. 

And the end scene in Endgame with Happy & Morgan..talking about cheeseburgers & now this scene in FFH with Happy & Peter talking superheroes, responsibility, Tony...and more... tells me that Happy is now the mentor-uncle to these kids now...kinda. 

...and when Peter, excitedly, yells “I love Led Zeppelin” when the iconic IM song “Back in Black” by AC/DC starts to play... haha... awesome

What I hoped would’ve been (will be explored in future films) explored/shown in more detail: 

THE BLIP & how it affected regular people. We only saw the comial bits/parts - the marching band of Peter’s school disappearing & reappearing & Aunt May reappearing in her apartment..that was no longer hers...as someone else had moved in (a family). When in reality... this film confirms my “theory/suspicion” that Avengers 3 & Avengers 4 - the Thanos snap & the Hulk (un)snap both created chaos everywhere. Both emotional, and legal..and other issues. 

The fact that the world is not in chaos... makes no sense. But then again... since NYC & several other places on Earth being battlefields during the Avengers vs Bad guys/aliens battles...in the past films...and being re-built really fast & people seemingly not panicking or having PTSD after the events... is a thing... then I guess only the main characters will remember & suffer after living through such events...everyone else seems to go on with their normal lives in a week or so... 

It did bother me a bit (even though I know this is a blockbuster film..and those don’t deal with such things...) that the very real repercussions of the snap & re-snap were not really shown or told. Just the funny Blip-video. And then the little bit we saw from the Aunt May held charity event for the homeless. That was the only real hint about the seriousness of those events in the fictional universe (even though she also made a joke about it on stage...but the cause itself is serious)

Things that bothered me

How no one seems to do any background checks in this universe. How no one seems to use any security measures. Like... no one checking up on Mysterio’s backstory (and yes, I know...his team helped create such amazing backstory & provided such great “proof”...that it fooled even “Fury” & SHIELD -- probably would not have fooled the real man, but... that’s the point...) but still... 

Also... Tony’s glasses not having any other safety measures & it being so easy to transfer over the power to someone else. And...despite Peter being vulnerable & trusting what others tell him (he probably thought Fury had checked up on Beck, but still... how & why did EDITH/the glasses not “scan” Beck...and reveal he’s a fraud? I know... that the only time when he’s looking at the illusionist when wearing the glasses is in the bar scene & they seem to be not “on”... still... why is the tech not scanning everything nonetheless? Though yeah... I know that the idea is that because of the characters emotional state they are vulnerable & easy to manipulate, and hence not thinking of checking “twice”...

MCU using the same backstory for yet another villain. Thats old. It’s done. Time to move on. I'm talking about Mysterio & how his backstory is that because he feels personally attacked by Tony Stark then that’s a reason (which justifies..in his mind, when it does not...and has not for any other past MCU villain, who thinks the same twisted way) his actions - destroying historical sights/cities & leaving behind casualties... not caring if there are innocent bystanders getting hurt. I will allow it this time, because Tony was in the center of this film, but this had to be the last time MCU uses the same “Tony hate” as the villains motivator. Also... I don’t trust Beck’s version of the story, so I would not be sure if he’s telling it as it was. He might be, but he might be not. (maybe he did come up with the idea, but perhaps his work contact stated that all creations during working for SI belong to the company, so he has no right to claim the tech as his own..no matter how much he regrets it after. Or perhaps he did (co)create it, but since his idea was weapons-based (destruction) & SI didn’t do weapons anymore, the tech was redesigned by Tony. But until MCU makes a stronger case... I’m not gonna blame Tony for “stealing” becks tech & claiming it as his ow. Also because I do not think Tony ever claimed in past films that he made the tech. He says it cost him a certain sum...though... So it’s even possible he “bought” the idea from Beck...and turned the weapon into therapy sessions... But even if mr. Beck was telling the whole truth and he was the sole creator of the tech & Tony “stole” it... none of it justifies his actions of purposely hurting innocent bystanders & destroying places. ) 

And I cannot believe how anyone can see Mysterio as the good guy, or sympathetic to Peter.  I might be wrong, but IMO all his “friendliness” in the beginning was a trick... part of the plan to earn Peter’s trust. It was part of the “illusion”, so even though I appreciate his comment “never apologize for being the smartest one in the room”, I don’t see it as anything other than fakeness. And I know I might be wrong & he might’ve really liked the kid & try to be friendly & appreciate him... up until “his team messed up & he had no other option than to get rid of all the loose threads”) 

Things I did not see coming: 

The train! I mean... at first I did not suspect that it was actually Beck, not Fury in Germany, but I became suspicious before it was revealed. And then I suspected that the illusion was not over yet, but... what I did not see coming was that train...moment. 

Also...during the London Tower bridge scene... I had a hunch that he’s pulling a double again..and the dying Mysterio on the ground was fake, but I did not see it coming that in reality he was standing right next to spidey, while pointing a gun at the kid. I had thought he was “hiding” somewhere instead. So that kinda surprised me...

What surprised/confused me

What surprised me a bit was seeing THAT character (William) from IM1 being on Team Mysterio. Yes, he was one of Tony Stark’s Stark Industries previous employees, but  it confused me a bit that he blames Tony, when he should've seen Obadiah Stane (who yelled at him for not being Tony Stark & not being able to create a miniature arc reactor, when Tony could do it in cave...with no high tech..using just a box of scraps) as the one to blame -- his anger should’ve been directed at (based on what has been shown on screen so far) at the man who yelled at him in IM1. 

But I guess there’s either a bigger story there after that that the MCU writers/directors decided to not reveal just yet (as we saw him take that thumbdrive after the download was completed at the end of FFH) or Mysterio simply was able to manipulate people so well & rallied them against their former boss, making everyone see him as the bad guy & the source of all their problems. 

THEORIES: 

WHAT IF... the NYC “fake news broadcast” was an illusion created by Mysterio/histeam? This would make it much easier for Marvel to have several other movies released in the next few years...before the next Spiderman & go easier on Spiderman? This way we would not miss a lot of time & there’d be no need to clear his name. they could just have the movie take place right after Far from Home (and prior to the coming movies events)...or they could start with a flashback to the end of this film & the  fade to “2 years later” or something. The last bit is also how they can still release the next Spidery film in a few years, while having several otehr films events happen in between... use a time jump early in the film... after a “flashback”...to the time Peter was considered a villain

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Secrets - Part 4

You’re best friends with Ned and MJ. You’re really bad at making friends, but then they introduce you to Peter and there’s just something about him that you can’t explain. Who knows? Maybe you’ll actually get along with this guy.

Disclaimer: slight angst

Word Count: 1,4 k

Y/N = Your Name

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Peter and you have been secretly dating for the past two weeks, but MJ and Ned had their suspicions. He treated you just too sweet and the glances between you gave it away pretty quick.

You were walking down the hallway with your best friends, making your way to history class, when Ned turned to you.

„So, when are you guys going to tell us about your little secret?“, he casually asked.

Your head shot up at him, looking like a deer in headlights. How did they find out? Did they see the suit in his backpack? Did they hear Peter and you talking about it?

„What do you mean?“, you tried to play it cool.

„Oh come on, Y/N. It‘s pretty obvious that Peter and you are more than just friends“

You sighed in relief.

„Well yeah, Peter is pretty bad at hiding“, you chuckled, „We didn‘t tell you because we wanted to take things slow and just see how it works out“

„No need to justify yourself, it‘s all cool. Either way, I‘m happy for you, Y/N“, Ned smiled at you, before turning to MJ.

„So, they are actually dating. You know what that means“, he winked, „You owe me five bucks now“

MJ rolled her eyes in response, but you just laughed.

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After 60 minutes of trying to stay awake during Mr. Hiddleston‘s history lesson, the school bell finally rang.

„Hey Y/N, you want to come over and join me building my new Lego death star?“, Ned asked you.

„So lame“, MJ said to herself.

„Wait, what? That‘s awesome! How many pieces?“, you beamed with excitement.

„3803“

„That‘s insane“

„I know!“, Ned said with a big grin on his face.

„Alright nerds, see you tomorrow“, MJ joked and waved goodbye to you.

When you arrived at Ned‘s, you immediately got started and while he was reading the building instructions to you, Peter was busy at the Avengers Tower.

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„So, how is Y/N?“, Tony asked Peter while improving his new suit.

„She‘s great, thanks for asking. It‘s all going really well actually“

„Happy to hear that, Peter. Just make sure your enemies don‘t find out, you can‘t imagine how many times they’ve tried to take Pepper from me. She‘s your weak spot now and they will take advantage of that, you know?“

Tony‘s advice scared Peter a bit. He didn‘t even think about the danger he put you in, just by being with you.

„Thank you, Mr. Stark. I will protect her with my life, I promise“

„Of course you will, that‘s what we do around here“ and with that, his full concentration was on the suit in front of him again.

While Tony was doing his thing, Peter decided to go to the training room with Steve. He was still slightly bitter about the time Peter stole his shield, but overall they got along pretty well.

Peter was in the middle of taking Steve down, when their training session got interrupted by an agitated Natasha.

„New weapons are making their way around the city. They‘re mixed with Chitauri-technology and they‘re highly dangerous. We need to find them as soon as possible. Spidey, if you know anything, let us know. We‘ll handle it from there“

„But, I can help as well! Mr. Stark is working on a new suit for me and - “

„You have no idea how dangerous the person in charge of this might be. And on top of that, you‘re still a kid. There‘s no way I‘ll put you in a situation like this“, Steve interfered.

„Well Captain, you just got your ass whooped by a kid then“, Peter said, getting up from Steve, while Natasha suppressed a chuckle.

Peter didn‘t get it. He was more than just a kid, he was Spiderman and determined to prove himself to the rest of the Avengers.

He left the tower and walked through the streets of New York, examining every person and listening to every conversation in order to find a hint that would lead him to these weapons. He has been roaming around for hours, when he suddenly got goosebumps, signalling him that danger was near.

He looked around and saw a middle aged man coming his way. When he passed Peter, the goosebumps got even worse and he was certain he found what he was looking for, so Peter decided to discreetly follow him.

After thirty minutes they seemed to have reached their destination. The stranger was entering an old warehouse, while Peter watched every move from a distance. He changed into his suit and started circling the building, looking for a backdoor. After a few minutes he found one, but of course it was locked.

„Well, well, well. Who do we have here? The boss will be pleased to test his new stuff out on you“, a raspy voice said.

Five muscular men were standing there, while the biggest of them pointed an anti-gravity gun at him.

Oh shit.

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Something was knocking on your window in the middle of the night, causing you to wake up. Tessa was growling at the shadow outside, while you got up to check what it was and to your surprise, Peter was hanging on the brick wall of your apartment building. You quickly opened the window to let him in.

He clumsily climbed inside, instantly laying down on your carpet. He was holding his stomach and you could see the blood stains on his suit.

„Oh my god, what happened? I‘ll get the first aid kit, stay there and don‘t move“, you said in shock, running into the bathroom.

When you came back, his mask was already lying on the ground and his suit was loosely hanging around his waist. The sight of him broke your heart. He had a bloody lip and his body was covered in bruises and cuts, some deeper than the other. You knelt down beside him, inspecting the wound on his stomach while pouring some alcohol on a cotton pad.

„I‘m sorry babe, but this will hurt like a bitch“, you said right before you started cleaning the wound.

He squinted his eyes and took in a sharp breath.

„We might have to stitch his“, you said with a hint of concern in your voice.

„No, no stitches. I‘ll be fine in 20 minutes, just wait and see“, he managed to get out, his voice nothing more than a whisper.

And he was right. You could see the wound getting better every minute and after a short period of time, he was as good as new.

„So that‘s what you meant with fast metabolism“, you looked at him, questioning if you were still dreaming.

He just yawned and got up, acting like he didn‘t just have a massive cut in his stomach, and laid down on your bed.

„Come here please, I want to cuddle“, he mumbled into the pillow as he held out his arm for you.

You tiptoed back to bed and he instantly wrapped his arms around you, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck.

„You wanna talk about what happened back there?“, you asked him with a soft voice, while your fingers played with his hair in an attempt to calm him down.

“Bad guys and Chitauri weapons are just not a good match”, he mumbled, before the exhaustion washed over him and he dozed off.

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~ earlier that night ~

Peter was trapped underneath pieces of concrete that fell from the wall a few seconds prior. Vulture, the man responsible for Peters state, knelt down beside him.

„If you get in my way again, I will kill every single person you care about“, He threatened Peter, who was lying on the ground, before he flew off and out of sight. Peter was slipping in and out of consciousness, when Tony’s words echoed in the back of his mind.

She‘s your weak spot now and they will take advantage of that.

„Y/N“, he whispered to himself, „for the love of god, please be safe“

It took all of his strength to lift up the concrete on top of him, but the thought of Vulture hurting you kept him going. Even though his condition was the worst he has ever been in, he managed to climb out and as soon as he did, he rushed to your apartment in record time.

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You woke up to the sound of Peter calling your name in his sleep. He was still holding you, his grip getting tighter by the second.

“It’s okay, I’m right beside you”, you whispered to him, cupping his face with one hand, your thumb drawing circles on his cheekbone. His glossy eyes fluttered open at your touch.

“Thank god, you’re here”, he said and gave you a kiss on the forehead.

“Of course I am, where else should I be?”, you raised an eyebrow at him.

“Never mind. I’m sorry for waking you up, baby. Just go back to sleep”

And you did as he said, while Peter stayed up all night, making sure no one could hurt you.

[spider-bih]

King of Burgers [Thor Odinson]

Pairing: Thor Odinson x Female!Reader

Warnings: Cursing probably, fluff, nonsense [If you’re vegan this won’t really be for you, sorry babes]

A/N: Don’t even ask where this idea came from unless you want to hear the rantings of a broke girl on her monthly. Thanks to @pinkmousey [sorry he didn’t fight the mascot *cough*] for fueling my nonsense with more nonsense. You never cease to enable me and I love you <3 [This is before Ragnarok bc I still miss his long hair and his EYE FUCK YOU HELA] [Still working on my other fics, don’t worry.]

Thor adores his lady love endlessly. He’d do anything for his love- and he’s learned there are plenty of ways to show his love on Earth. Cooking happens to be one of them. He recently learned that some if not most women on earth (men too obviously, but it is the norm for men), like being cooked for. Some greatly enjoy lunches for work or nice dinners after a long day of said work. He has been beautifully enchanted by the idea of making meals for you, his beautiful lady love.

You came to love the idea as well- for a little while.

You didn’t realize how much he didn’t know in regards to cooking. You’d nearly forgotten that on top of being a norse god- he was also royalty on Asgard. More often than not (from what you assumed), most royals did not have to do much for themselves. Servants cooked for them. They cleaned for them and other such things. So, he didn’t know how to cook. Lots of people don’t, and some can only do basic meals, but Thor? Oh, your handsome and wonderfully loving God of Thunder?

He’s terrible and he wishes to learn on his own.

The food he attempts to make you is barely even food. It’s often burnt or undercooked, no perfect in between where it’s edible. If by some chance it is, it tastes bland because he has yet to teach himself about earths seasonings and spices. You hate to have to throw food out, but if it’s not edible and no one else at your work wants it, what can you do? As of late, you’ve done well in hiding your little trips to fast-food restaurants and things. However- sometimes your sweet and caring boyfriend likes to come visit you at your job to see how you’ve liked his meal. There have been a handful of times where you’ve inhaled your fries or shoved your half-eaten burger into your desk drawer. Other times you’ve simply had to hide wrappers. You never realized that sometimes, you weren’t so good at hiding it. He had to say something for you to finally notice.

“Lady [Y/n]?”

You looked up from your laptop. You were doing some work at home like usual, but his soft tone pulled you away easily, “Yes?”

Thor seemed to think of his words for a moment, “Do you not like my cooking?”

Your heart skipped a beat for a moment. You didn’t want to hurt his feelings, but you couldn’t flat out lie to him. “Err.. why do you ask?”

“Please, just answer the question.”

You took a closer look at him. You could now clearly see the hurt look in his blue eyes. Somehow, he’d found out you weren’t eating his lunches and that you lied about not being hungry come dinner time. Oh boy- how to get out of this? “Thor I..I don’t- where is this coming from?”

He frowned now, clearly unhappy with you dodging the question, “I wish to know who this King of Burgers is and why his meals are good enough for you, yet mine are not.”

You furrowed your brows, “..King of Burgers?”

“Yes. The King of Burgers. You have hidden his food wrappers from me. Along with some Donald guy. I have seen this King more than the Donald. Who made him the King of Burgers? Why do you eat his food but not mine?”, his frown deepened.

King of Burgers, Donald- oh. Oh. He’d seen your Burger King and McDonalds wrappers. You guessed that he didn’t know they were fast food joints, and not actually men cooking for you. Well-maybe the workers might have been guys, but there was no sole King of Burgers or a Donald cooking lavish meals for you. You were just grabbing whatever off the value menus. It wasn’t super healthy, but it wasn’t very often. You cooked for yourself when you could. Thor hogging the kitchen didn’t make it too easy. He’d insist on cooking for you and not having you lift a finger. He was so ecstatic about it every time, so you couldn’t deny him. Thor was an absolute sweetheart, he swayed you without even trying. He had the best of intentions, but... 

“You are not answering. Where can I find this King of Burgers? He needs to know that I am the one who should be spoiling my lady, not him. I see you hiding his wrappers- or are they notes? Is he forcing your hand? I swear I will behead him if-”

“Thor!”, you cut off his ranting, making him look at you once more with those sad blues of his. “There is no King of Burgers.”

“There is! I once saw his place while heading to the store but I have forgotten which one. He was standing outside of it, with his obnoxiously large head, waving at people to come in. Did he brainwash you- is he forcing you to come in and eat his food?”

You sighed heavily. You had to tell him the truth, “No, Thor.”

“Then what?”

“Well.. you know you uhm..uh..”, your words dragged on, every part of you dreading to even tell him anything. You wished you’d hidden everything better.

Thor’s frown deepens, “Is my food not good?”

“Your effort is amazing Thor. I love that you want to cook for me, but..”

“But?”, he asks.

“You’re not.. the best at it.”, his face falls and your heart sinks with it, “Not yet! You need a teacher, you can’t teach yourself. I had to be taught- every one has to be taught!”

His fallen face turned to a slight pout, “I am the God of Thunder, I should not have to be taught.”

“You had to learn how to fight, didn’t you? To use your godly powers and wield your hammer, didn’t you?”

He pondered your words for a moment before sighing. His shoulders slumped slightly, “Okay. I see your point- but I still do not like this King of Burgers spoiling you. I wish to do that, and if he keeps persuading you to go into his place and take his food I will hit him with Mjolnir.”

“Thor, you can’t hit him. It’s just a guy in a costume. Burger King is a fast food restaurant. I appreciate the thought, though.”

“The guy persuaded you though, didn’t he? Then he is at fault-”

“It’s just an easy way to buy food already cooked! Everyone goes there, and to Mcdonalds. They’re not people, just businesses.”

“I still do not like it.”

You sighed softly, shaking your head with a small grin, “Okay. We can cook together until you learn how to cook, and I promise I’ll eat those meals.”

A proud grin pulled across his face and he leaned down to softly kiss your cheek, “Glorious! The King of Burgers has nothing against the God of Thunder!”

You couldn’t even pretend to be irritated. Your God of Thunder was wonderful, and in due time, his cooking skills would surpass the King of Burgers. Until then..

“You have Donald’s food in your bag- you’re eating it right now! LADY [Y/N]!”

Running and eating is not safe- yet somehow it’s fun. Especially when he’s laughing with you, shaking you with his joyous laughter once he catches you, stealing a fry and being surprised that it does taste good. He swears he’ll be better than both that awful King and boring Donald someday. He’s right.

Though for now, he’ll enjoy cooking with you. It’s more messing around and kissing than it is cooking, but you wouldn’t trade it for the world.

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[laceymorganwrites]

The Girl who spoke nerd: Peter´s pov

Word Count: 1,828

Pairing: Peter Parker x female!Reader

Warnings: mentions of bullying

A/N: I love writing pov of a character. And Spiderman. Hope you enjoy :) (Chester is an OC of mine, playing a part in my Deadpool Story)

„Stark, Parker“ the voice of my science teacher brought me back to reality.

I had been staring at her again, she knew.

Of course she knew, it was as obvious as me blushing at the fact my teacher hadn´t only caught me staring at her, but also decided to put us in a project together.

It was strange, somehow the teachers really liked it when I embarrassed myself in front of her.

We were also always seated next to each other and had to do several projects together.

Sometimes I wondered if they just had a strange sense of humor or were straight-up cruel.

„If you keep staring at me like that, I might explode, Superman“

She said it in an innocent way, but her smile was wicked and herr eyes gleamed mean.

The class had a good laugh at her comment and I just looked down at my failed attempts to draw her.

I could feel the heat in my cheeks and her merry laugh.

„I...I wasn´t...staring“ I tried to defend myself, but ended up stuttering, like always.

„Oh, Pete, I was just kidding!“ (Y/N) laughed even louder.

„Of course you were, creep“

Flash Thompson was the embodiment of a coitus interruptus, always too late and always failing, but everyone seemed to love him, to me he was just trying too hard.

He was afraid of (Y/N) because she was a mutant, which never bothered me, but because of that Flash wanted her to like him, so that she wouldn´t kill him.

Felicia Hardy asked him one day why he tried to impress her so much, which I heard the answer of.

He left and (Y/N) showed up to a Felicia who laughed villainous and told her all about it, to which (Y/N) responded: „You don´t need to be a mutant to be annoyed by Flash Thompson, but why the hell would I want to kill him? His wrong answers already do that“.

I laughed.

Her best friend then grabbed me, because I dared to cross their path on my way to my locker, and took away my sketches of (Y/N) just to show her.

That was about two months ago, in (Y/N)´s first week at high school.

„Ew, that´s creepy!Such a stalker nature“ she reacted.

„Yeah!I bet he does a lot of handwork on them, if you know what I mean!“

They laughed.

„I´m...I´m not that kind of guy!“ I tried to defend myself.

„Sure you aren´t.“

Then Chester, another mutant, came by and punched me, I just proceeded to leave.

It was weird in the first few weeks with (Y/N) in school, she acted like a stereotypical mean girl, desperately trying to find new friends.

One day she casually sat down next to Michelle, an introvert girl who never hid that she hated basically everybody.

So Ned and I were really excited to see what would happen next.

The day started with (Y/N) walking into school without her miniskirt and high heels, instead she wore dark ripped up jeans, a tight black shirt and sneakers, her hair was done up.

Michelle´s look was priceless, a numb expression on her face, eyebrows furrowed.

She put down her book and smiled back at (Y/N), who proudly showed her new outfit.

„Finally, you want to see the sketches?“ they did a secret handshake and Michelle laughed with (Y/N). „Yes, please“ (Y/N) responded and as soon as she saw them, she snorted. I always thought her laugh was like chirping, but this was cute, I couldn´t help, but smile. „What is going on?“ Ned whispered.

„I have no idea“ I was lost in the conversation, (Y/N) laughed at Michelle´s sketches and they talked about dancing and the band, gossiped about the stereotypes and in the end (Y/N) thanked Michelle for being her friend.

Suddenly the `Add sugar spice and everything nice´- attitude changed into the `She´s beauty she´s grace she´ll punch you in the face´- attitude.

And I had the biggest crush on her, and a science project to be done.

„I´ll swing by later“ (Y/N) interrupted me from grieving.

„Er...yeah...cool“ I gave her a quick smile and then packed my things for the next lesson.

It was funny how everyone was so scared of her when she was so awesome, Ned was afraid of her too, so I couldn´t tell him how I felt about (Y/N), that´s why I told him I liked Liz, the sophomore girl he was into.

The bell rang after another day of school which lasted too long and I hurried to get home.

I even spared the drive to the dumpster where I normally go to collect computer items.

„Hey, May, Ben“ I locked the door behind me to greet my aunt and uncle.

„Hey, Peter, how was school?“ asked May through the kitchen.

„It was pretty good actually, (Y/N) will come later, we have a project to do on X rays“ „X rays, huh?“ laughed uncle Ben.

Sometimes it happens that I don´t listen when I´m talking so the words just come out and it´s awkward.

„Is (Y/N) the girl you talk about all the time?“ May asked.

„I thought her name was Liz“ Uncle Ben called from the living room.

„Yes that´s her, Ben, Liz is just an alibi for Ned, he shouldn´t know I like her“ I tried to explain, as I accompanied him on the Couch.

„Why not?” he asked me. „Because she´s a mutant“ I answered and shifted awkwardly, the Topic of mutants was quite controversial. „So what?“ Ben shrugged. „I know you´re really tolerant, I don´t have a problem with that either, I just don´t get why people have, it doesn´t feel right!“ I got defensive again, but I knew I couldn´t Change a Thing.

„You´re just like your dad“ Ben smiled and I had to too.

„Everyone´s afraid of her“ I frowned, still not grasping it.

„Don´t you want to tidy your room?“ May remarked.

I checked the time and ran into my room, bashing the door and hysterically screaming a „Sorry!“.

Then I cleaned my room in ten minutes so it looked like (Y/N) could sit somewhere.

Finally the doorbell rang.

„I´m coming!“ I rushed to the door, passed  laughing May and Ben before I stopped to breathe and opened the door.

„Hey“ I grinned widely.

„Shall I pass?“ she smiled and after laughing at a reference of a movie I was pretty sure she had never seen I stepped back so that she could enter.

„You shall pass“

„So you must be (Y/N)!“ Ben stood up from the couch and shook (Y/N)´s hand.

„Yes, I am. It´s nice to meet you, Mr Parker“ she smiled widely. „Hello (Y/N), Peter has told us so much about you! Dinner´s done, do you want to join us?“ May came out of the kitchen and also shook (Y/N)´s hand.

„That would be really nice, Mrs Parker, thank you“ (Y/N) was very Kind. „You´re welcome“ May smiled and then gave me thumbs up.

„This is delicious, Mrs Parker“ (Y/N) said.

The dinner went on pretty good, as we finished I showed (Y/N) my room.

„Pretty“ she noticed.

„Thanks, so on what aspects should we focus?“ I tried to Focus on the Project rather than our future marriage and children, „Of course how x rays work, how to use them, x ray vision, maybe history, like who found it and how it developed“ she thought out loud. „Okay, I´ll start the presentation“ I offered and took out my Laptop. „Alright“  (Y/N) placed herself on my bed, searching her notes on the topic, staring at me.

I turned around to show her the design, she was smiling.

„What?“ I asked, blushing.

Her smile widened.

„Nothing, it´s just, you´re so nice to me“ she said. „Well, why wouldn´t I be?“ I asked. „Because I was pretty mean to you when I first came into school“  she almost sounded as if she was apologizing. „So what, everyone´s mean to me. I don´t mind“ I tried to Play it off cool. „Yes you do, Penis Parker“ she smirked. „Come on, not you too“ I was annoyed at that stupid nickname. „See it bothers you“ she remarked. „Of course it bothers me, who wouldn´t be bothered?“ I gave in. „Then why don´t you do anything against it?“ she asked, as if doing anything would help. „Cause I can´t, if I did, nothing would change, they would just keep going, only stronger this time. If I ignore it, it might go away“ I confessed. „You know what, Parker?“ she smiled at me. „What?“ I was confused. „I think you´re pretty awesome“ she now grinned and I had a rapid heartbeat. I didn´t respond to that, maybe I should´ve before I lost her, but it was too late, so only the memory remained, I wish I´d done something before she vanished.

Instead we just finished the project and one week later, I became Spiderman and uncle Ben died.

Since that day she wasn´t in school, rumor had it that she returned to the school for gifted youngsters.

I haven´t seen her in six months, neither have I spoken to her.

But Spiderman has, I´ve seen her in Brooklyn and Hell´s Kitchen, so why did she lie?

One day I walked around in the Bronx and I saw Tricity, my hero idol, she just fought King Pin with the Punisher, then they turned into a corner, where she unmasked, it has been (Y/N) all the time, and I watched from the rooftop.

That explained a lot, but it didn´t look like a mission, she left me alone.

So you can see why I am so surprised seeing her sit on my couch with her dad today.

He said I won a scholarship, but I was suspicious about that.

„Hey, Pete, can we talk?“ she looked at me with her (Y/E/C) eyes and stood up.

I said nothing until we were in my room.

„Listen, Peter, I´m sorry. I know the last months were rough for you, maybe you needed me, I don´t know that, I just know that I feel really guilty for just leaving you. I just, your uncle died, I didn´t know how to handle that, I still don´t, maybe you needed space, maybe you didn´t want to see me, and trust me, I understand that you´re angry and I´m so sorry.“ Her voice cracked. How could someone be so perfect? I just looked at her, I couldn´t believe she was really here right now.

„Peter, say something“ she whispered.

„You´re awesome, Tricity“ I smiled slightly and she sat down next to me with a big grin.

„Spiderman“ (Y/N) was so near to me, she looked so beautiful, she cut her hair and got her braces removed, her lips were full and rosy, her lips…

I leaned in without thinking and then I kissed her.

Her hand grabbed mine as she placed her arm around my neck and deepened the kiss, then her dad came in.

[bazypitchandsimonsnow]

Rainy Day

Rating: T

Genre: Fluff

Words: 2587

Summary: Baz and Simon make the most of a rainy day on their vacation.

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Simon

I wake up alone in the big bed. Which is surprising, considering I’ve been waking up next to Baz all week. The soft duvet is like weighted cloud holding me down. There’s a soft pattering outside the window above the bed. I look up. Rain is falling steadily, soaking the forest floor. Weird, weather report said clear skies.

I stretch as I sit up. The blanket falls down and a shiver runs down my spine. My thin sleeping shirt and boxers are no much for chilly morning wind. With the sheet around my waist, I sort through the pile of clothes in the floor for something wearable, settling on trackies and Baz’s LSE hoodie. I slip on my Spiderman fuzzy socks too. These old wood floors get fucking cold in the morning. Especially since there’s no bloody insulation anywhere except in the kitchen.

I walk through the cottage. It’s a Pitch homestead, originally a fishing cabin built over a 150 years ago. (Relatively recent for their family properties, actually.) Ever since then, descendants have added onto it. And because of that each room looks quite different. The master bedroom is a wood panelled space with chipped white paint, a large old fashioned queen bed in the middle. It leads right into the blue porch dining room. They’re attached, but were actually built over a decade apart.

I take a second to look out through the screen panel walls. I can smell the wet dirt from outside, see the lake rippling in the distance. I think I could stand here, staring outside, for hours. It’s too beautiful. But a different kind of rich smell draws me away.

Walking through the warm high ceilinged living room (the original fishing cabin) and the mint green breezeway, I reach the kitchen. There Baz stands, humming over the stove, wearing a different pair of my sweats and his Scandinavian jumper, hair tied up on top of his head. I lean against the doorframe for a second just to watch him. It’s a bit creepy maybe, but I can’t help it. He looks so happy, so peaceful.

“Morning, love,” I say softly, “you didn’t wake me up?”

“Wanted to let you sleep in a bit. We did hike an entire trail yesterday,” Baz says flatly. But then he turns his head slightly, showing just a corner of his smirk. “Plus I wore you pretty ragged last night too.”

I groan and roll my eyes. “Well aren’t you full of yourself.”

“Am I wrong?”

I shrug but still feel the blush on my cheeks. He notices, if his smug chuckle is any clue. “Maybe you have a point.”

“Of course I do.”

He’s such a smug bastard. I love him.

I walk up behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist and resting my chin on his shoulder. The scent of greasy bacon fills my nose.

“Smells good,” I hum happily.

“There are also pancakes and scones staying warm in the oven.”

“Ooh, fancy breakfast.” I nuzzle his neck. “You spoil me too much.”

“Duh. We already knew that. Now set the table while I finish this up.”

I kiss his cheek once, then do as he says. The whole kitchen is weirdly rustic and modern at the same time. It’s the most recent addition, built by Baz’s grandmother. The walls are made of smooth warm wood panels, meant to look old but aren’t really. The cupboards and pine table by the window are the same. But other parts aren’t even trying to pretend. The counters are modern laminate and there’s a high tech dishwasher.

I set out two places for us just as Baz finishes with the last of the bacon. He brings out all the delicious smelling food to the table. I lick my lips in anticipation. We sit down across from each other. I wait for him to go first, in an attempt at politeness.

“Just dig in, Snow,” he sighs. “I can hear your stomach from here.”

With an eyeroll, I go straight for the scones. Baz’s are the closest I’ve ever had to Cook Pritchard’s. I slather on the butter then stack on the pancakes. I eat ravenously as usual. Baz eats more carefully but takes just as much as me. He doesn’t bother to hide his fangs anymore. First year of our relationship he still ate with a hand over his mouth. I’m glad he trusts me enough now to not feel like he has to do that.

We eat in relative silence, but it’s not uncomfortable. Just sort od easy, peaceful. But it means I hear the rain and wind speed up outside. I nearly jump when a loud crack of thunder booms across the sky. Baz frowns at the window.

“Guess we’re not going canoeing after breakfast,” I chuckle.

Baz huffs with a slight frown. “No, I guess not. Unless we want to get soaked through out on the lake.”

I sigh and lean my cheek on my hand. “So what are we going to do?”

“Well, we’ll just have to wait out the storm. Should clear in an hour or so.”

“Sounds good to me!” I go back to digging into the pancakes. Made with chocolate chips, of course. Baz knows me too well.

Four hours later, it’s still fucking raining. Falling in sheets with thunder and lightning to boot. So we’re still stuck inside.

We’re in the living room. All the heavy oak doors are closed, keeping the noise of the rain muffled. I’m stretched out on one of the uncomfortable sofas (it was made in the fifties, when everything was uncomfortable), playing on my phone. I turn to look at Baz. He’s sitting on the identical opposite couch, catching up on his readings. There’s a heavy textbook in his lap. His brow is adorably furrowed in concentration, mouthing the words as he reads. I sigh loudly in hope he’ll notice. But he’s too lost in thought. Usually I find it cute and funny how oblivious to the outside world he gets when he’s reading. Not right now though.

I walk over to stand right in front of him. Still nothing. Fuck it. I flop down on the couch and put my head right onto of his book. He jolts back immediately.

“What the hell, Snow?” He snarls.

“I’m booooored!”

He huffs, blowing some hair out of his face. “And what do you expect me to do about that?”

“First of all you could put down your bloody book. It’s Easter break. You’re allowed a little downtime, Mr. A-Plus Student.”

Baz groans, but still pulls the textbook from under my head and puts it to the side. “There. Happy?”

“Yes, very.”

“Now what?”

“Hm, I don’t know.”

He rolls his eyes, tilting his head back. “Your plan is sorely lacking, Snow.”

“Shut up, I’m thinking.”

“That’s a first.”

I pinch his stomach through the sweater. He snickers, placing a hand in my hair. Maybe we should just stay like this. Part of me wonders if I could stay here forever, head in Baz’s lap, his hand gently pulling at my curls. Just together and content. I could on a good day. But I’m too restless now. Like I used to be when I was itching for a fight. I need to be doing something.

“How about cards?” I say quietly

Baz scoffs. “That’s incredibly specific.”

I raise an eyebrow. “Know how to play gin?”

“Yes. Dev, Niall, and I use to play while drunk. Ironically enough.”

I sit up, grinning madly. “Then let’s play.”

“Gin!” I say for the fifth time.

“Dammit!” Baz yells, throwing down his cards. I laugh and clap happily.

“You lose once again, Pitch. That’s five to zero for Simon Snow.”

“How are you so damn good at this game?”

I take the cards and start shuffling them. “We used to play this all the time in the group home. Played for candy though, so I learned to get good.”

Baz chuckles. “You learned to play gin well to win candy? Crowley, that’s the most Simon Snow thing I’ve ever heard.”

I frown. “Oh fuck off.”

“Never said it was a bad thing, love.”

He reaches across the table and puts his hand over mine. The way he smiles makes my heart melt. It’s soft, quiet, and easy, everything I used to think Baz Pitch never could be. I’ve learned better since then.

“Want to play another round?” He says.

My stomach gurgles practically on cue. “Actually, I’m pretty hungry. How about lunch?”

“Sounds good to me. What shall we make?”

I lean back in my chair, linking my hands behind my head and smiling smugly “I think the loser should have to make lunch.”

He scoffs and crosses his arms. “But I made breakfast!

“But, you lost at gin. Five times. So you should make us lunch. Not my fault you suck.”

Baz huffs. “You’re such an arsehole.” He stands up though, and starts marching towards the kitchen. I lean out towards the door.

“I love you!” I say with a sing song.

“Arsehole!” He shouts back. I cackle proudly.

Baz makes grilled cheeses. But they’re all fancy with tomatoes and mustard and old cheddar. He knows I like them plain. I think it’s his small protest at having to make them. I eat mine anyway.

The storm still rages outside. I sigh and glare at the window.

“Can’t believe it still hasn’t stopped,” I mutter.

Baz shrugs. “Maybe Zeus is being pissy.”

“Zeus is a dick then.”

“Of course he is. Have you ever read Greek myth?”

I chuckle. “Got a point there.”

He sighs heavily. “It does suck that we’ve been stuck inside all day, though.”

An idea shoots through my head. An amazing, awful idea. Baz notices, his eyes narrowing at me. He slowly outs down his grilled cheese.

“Snow, what are you-”

I jump from my chair bolt out towards the doors. Making a sharp right at the breezeway, I push open the the screen door and run out into the open space outside the cottage. The water drenches me immediately. I tilt my head back, rain running through my hair and soaking my clothes. I laugh with my mouth open wide.

“For fuck’s sake, Snow!” I look forward. Baz is standing outside but under the overhang, glowering at me. “You’ll catch a cold out there!”

“Oh c’mon, Baz! Live a little, you bloody stick in the mud!”

Baz chews on his lip. I can see the gears turning in his head. His practicality clashing with his emotions. I just keep standing there, drenched in the rain, smiling at him. He sighs, then runs forward. I laugh loudly and joyfully, tilting my head back again. Baz joins me. It’s rare to hear him laugh like this. With no reservations or regard for what other’s may think. All his walls down.

I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him to me in a crushing kiss. He clutches waist in turn. Everything melts away to just the two of us. The heat of his lips easily counteracts the cold of the rain. I run a hand through his soaked hair, letting the strands slip between my fingers. He moans into my mouth and pushes us even closer together. This is all so perfect I’m pretty sure it’s a dream. And if it is, I never want to wake up.

Baz pulls back slightly, separating our mouths but keeping us close together.

“Kissing in the rain, Snow?” He chuckles, obviously more than a little breathless. “Talk about cheesy.”

“Shut up, you love it.”

He looks right into my eyes. Not shying away for even a second. “I certainly do.”

I press my lips to his again. I know he’s talking about more than just a kiss in the rain.

Baz passes me the hot cocoa with mini marshmallows. I stick my shaking hands out of my quilt cocoon to take it.

“T-T-Thanks,” I chatter out.

Baz sighs. “This is your own fault, y'know. You decided to run out into a thunderstorm.”

I glare at him over the mug. “F-Fuck off.”

He chuckles and sits beside me. We’ve shifted the sofa so it’s right in front of the fireplace. Baz uses his wand and sets the logs aflame. It helps, and so does the cocoa. Even in fresh dry clothes I’m still chilled to my bones. Baz is better, but I see him chattering slightly.

We sit in silence for a bit, just trying to regain some warmth. Baz is lost in thought, I can tell. His eyes are distant, mind far away and thinking. His face is blank. I wonder what’s going on in that big beautiful brain of his.

“You know, I’ve always loved this place,” Baz sighs. He keeps staring at the fire, face still expressionless. “We used to come here a lot, when my mother was still alive. She loved it too. I remember her telling me how my great-great-great grandfather built it on a whim. People just kept adding rooms after him until it became this. It grew with the our ancestors. Truly a family home. Not like Hampshire, which was stuck exactly the way it was made. But this place, it’s organic, growing.” He sighs, leaning his head back. He looks calm and content. “I’ve missed it so much.”

“When’s, the last time you were here?” I ask softly.

“I think I was about six. Father and I came, a year after my mum died. But he took us back after less than a day. It was too painful, for the both of us.”

I reach across, cautiously putting my hand on his. “Is- Is it still…painful?”

“A bit. But not as much anymore. And…” He flips his hand over to grasp mine, interlocking our fingers. “And that’s why I wanted to bring you here. I don’t want this place to be painful anymore. I want to make new happy memories here. With you.”

My heart is caught in my throat. I’m more at a loss for words than usual. Nothing can truly summarise what I’m feeling right now. So I just scoot closer and wrap myself around him, putting an arm over his chest and my legs over his. My ear is pressed over his heart, hearing and feeling the soft beat. He hugs me to him and kisses my damp hair.

“We… we should come back,” I whisper. “This summer. And next year. Make it a tradition. Our tradition.”

Baz holds me tighter, if that’s even possible. “I think that’s a wonderful idea, darling.”

I close my eyes and let myself drift away. I dream of us back here in the future. Swimming in the lake, roasting marshmallows, kissing in more storms. Then it’s not just us. I see Penny and Micah and Agatha, all of us laughing together around the dining room table. I see Baz’s family here too; Mordelia and the twins chasing Baz around in a game of tag while Daphne and I laugh from the porch. Somehow it gets even better. I see Baz and I lounging on the beach, many years older with matching gold rings on our fingers. We’re grinning as we watch two little kids with curly black hair giggle and splash each other.

It feels less like a dream and more like a vision. A vision of our life together. And this cottage right here being the epicentre of it all.

I look forward to every minute of it.

AN: Yeah the ending is cheesy af, I know. I’m a sap, sue me.

Fun fact: the cottage in this story is entirely based off my own. Mine also is over 150 years old, started as a fishing cabin built by my great-great-great grandfather, and has been added on to over the years by my crazy ass family. All the stuff I described is real. (Except for the high tech dishwasher. The real one is from the eighties and half broken. Thought a high tech one worked better for the story.) But it’s definitely a haphazard mess of different coloured rooms with zero insulation and a lot of rain. It’s also one of my favourite places on my earth. I practically grew up there. I still stay there every summer and love being with my family in it. So I thought it’d be nice for Simon and Baz to have it too. They need happy traditions .

Anyway, hope you enjoyed this little mushy ass piece. Tomorrow: dreams!