#kinda feels like watching your younger sibling beat the shit out of a bully at school

[fandomzwriterk]

I need you to write the lin kuei brothers with a little sister 🙏

A/N: you got it!👍 Also sorry I’ve been dead I’m kinda learning to play a game competitively for the first time and I kinda forgot to write for a little while 😅😅 I might be a little more creative with these since I’m the youngest child🤣🤣🤣🤣

Bi Han

-> Of course being the most stubborn man out of all of them, Bi Han really didn’t want anything to do with you when you were born

-> Often left Kuai to take care of you, since at that point Tomas hadn’t been adopted yet

-> Wanted a brother more than a sister

-> Took him a year to get him to care about you

-> Lowkey kinda bullied you as kids

-> Didn’t really understand having a sister but ultimately he understood

-> He let you cry on his shoulder after your mother passed

-> He felt guilty at first for causing you pain

-> Pretends to be annoyed sometimes but actually cared about you after that

-> He hoped having Tomas around as well would make you happier

-> Actually might be the kind of brother who would beat the shit out of your bullies

-> You, him, Kuai, and Tomas would often wrestle together when you were all younger

-> He was mostly likely 5 when you were born, and Kuai was 3

-> He let you be the only female in the Lin Kuei until he met Frost

-> You eventually became the only reason his heart could ever be good despite the things he’d done

-> He learned to love you in his own way

-> Will not hesitate to kill somebody for you

-> You’ve had him be your personal ice pack on hot days, along with Kuai and Tomas

-> Won’t let anyone touch his baby sister

Kuai Liang

-> Over the moon to have you be his little sister

-> Very protective of you after you were able to walk, making sure you were never alone or getting hurt

-> He thinks he’s the favorite brother

-> He gets Bi Han to join him in showing you something he learned

-> Quickly discovered to never let you near him during training

-> He accidentally cut your arm with his kama

-> He always feels guilty about it

-> Often helps to keep you warm on cold days when you were little

-> Knows to never let boys near you when you all start getting older

-> Yeah he’s THAT kind of brother

-> Lowkey him and Tomas fight for sibling bonding time with you

-> Seems like the brother to often watch you from the roofs of buildings, ya know being an assassin and all

-> He has many ways to show he cares about his baby sister

-> He knows he’s had his ass beat by you for being a pain in the ass

-> Could never do anything to hurt you or your feelings

-> It breaks his heart if he does

Tomas

-> Excited to have a sister again, having lost his own sister and mom

-> Absolutely lets you get away with anything you do growing up

-> He’s a year older than you are

-> You copy each other, but he does it more

-> Practically your twin

-> He’s the one who joins Kuai on “stalking” you whenever you’re away from the Shirai Ryu

-> You help heal his heart after his family died

-> Also thinks he’s the favorite

-> You and him are the closest out of all your siblings, since you two are the closest in age

-> You take his smoke bombs every now and then to prank all your brothers

-> You, him, and Kuai often still wrestle each other like you’re still kids

-> Tomas wins every time, mostly cause he’s faster

-> Always has your back when you’re at your lowest

-> Does absolutely anything to cheer you up

-> Only he and Kuai often take turns watching you sleep from A) either hurting yourself or B) someone hurt you

-> Actually the most vengeful of all the brothers

-> Will not let Bi Han be mean to you

-> Not afraid to do anything for you

-> He’s absolutely overprotective of you

A/N: hope you enjoyed!!! Lots of these I came up from observing the characters and their manners.

[moon-o-magic]

its funny that u mention people reading ur tags bcause i came here to ask if u are going to post the notes on your ed + kanker headcanons bcause kanker friend headcanons are the best

The Kankers are a bit hard for me to imagine for since I have almost no info of them in my spreadsheet compared to the Eds but here! I hope this works! I added a buncha more headcanons than I originally had bc I first made this when I had little to no idea how the Kankers operated but now I’ve got more so I hope it all still makes sense! I can hardly read at this point! :D

Ed & Marie are friends bc they’re both artistic/creative and they get together to storyboard and film little movies on her camera. She enjoys being able to act like a guy from time to time for the sake of their movies. Also, Marie holds the same fascination of mechanics as Dee so goes bonkers when he brings over his Model Kits and lets her help him build + paint his models. Both think that all toys are better with flamethrowers. Ed’s also probably half-decent with makeup since he’s an Ed and he’s got a younger sister so when her sisters are pissy he’s her makeup helper. Marie has a bad habit of insulting ppl but Ed’s 1. Used to it and 2. Willing to set boundaries so she backs off more with him.

Aaah and gosh in general.... I feel like it’d be a whole lot of chaotic fun if they joined in on his L&W campaign or any other roleplays the Eds do. Part of the Kankers characterization makes them feel incredibly lonely and that they want to cause mischief with everyone else but they don’t have a good outlet for that so they end up just harassing everyone since they’re often at the center of something creative. (I’m thinking the pirate episode for this mainly.... they dressed up and everything :(((( they want to join the fun.)

Dee & Lee are friends bc they’re both the most mature out of their respective trios and it’s kinda nice to have someone else see how Fucking Stupid this plan, is you guys- and also they’re character foils so they both try to get each other to change slightly, with Lee trying to get Dee to actually Consider Not Getting Beat Up and Dee trying to show her that Violence Isn’t Always The Answer Ma’am. Dee is probably a calming presence at first and Lee’s like “oh okay cool” but when he starts to get snarky with her is when she starts to Really like him. The two get together and make food for the others when they get together to watch Fishbowl 2 together or something but Lee (somewhat friendly-like) bullies him into doing more of the work. Dee likes to bake and Lee is more than willing to both help him and to kick everyone outside so she make a peaceful memory for once.

I also feel like (in general) Dee greatly respects the stuff they make like!!! Remember the pirate ship with a functional flag! Swoonable. Making stuff with the Kankers is a blast. They are creative masterminds like the Eds and being able to collaborate with even more knuckleheads is so much fun for him and shit gets done really fast (Eddy’s pretty lazy so just Ed & Dee can be slow but I feel like the Kanker’s all work in unision as to not miss the commotion of the cul-de-sac kids when something’s happening).

Eddy & May are friends bc of Younger Sibling trauma and May enjoys being able to eat and be herself around someone who won’t instantly call her fat or stupid and Eddy kinda tries to boost her confidence at times with small compliments and they make her go !!!!! everytime. May has a habit of saying dumb shit and Eddy‘s just like Ah Yes A Normal Tuesday. He’s so used to it. Also May does have knowledge abt science and Eddy has a lot of experience in listening to ppl just go on and on abt stuff they are passionate abt so he listens to her and the first time she does she’s super embarrassed but it gets to the point where he’s the first person she goes to when she’s excited abt something bc like yeah sometimes he doesn’t react positively but at least he’s not gonna like beat her up or anything. They do poke fun at each other but May has to adjust how much she mocks him bc she’s so used to instantly going for sore spots.

In general, remember the episode where Eddy fucked up Jimmy’s characterization for the rest of the show by teaching him scams???? YEAH!!!!!!! Eddy fucks up immensely by letting himself pass on his Bro’s knowledge of scams & pranks to the Kankers but its all good (between them at least dhdkdhskdb).

On a less fun note, Eddy would definetely have the hardest time out of any of the Eds connecting with the Kankers. Both Ed & Dee are much more forgiving than him once someone shows remorse, but he’s genuinely on edge around them a lot of the time. He’s heard empty promises of change from someone much worse and it really fucks with him. When they first start acting nice, he probably acts similiarly to the “Eddy is a no-necked chump” episode where he’s panicked about their behaviour, but the feeling doesn’t go away for the longest time.

I really do feel like May would be the first, and maybe only one he gets somewhat comfortable with. May is the first to make an effort to change. Theres also something abt how well she & Dee get along that helps to take away the edge, especially since they meet up on Wednesdays for Science Talk so both he and Ed have some time to potentially interact with her. She’s a lot like Ed and Eddy enjoys being able to interact with someone who’s willing to do stupid shit with him.

[basileusgerudo]

William’s Backstory

I had the weirdest god damn dream and I’m pretty sure it was just my William taking over my brain and laying out his life story.  I’m just copy pasting it directly in here, so it will be written as a dream, but, this is officially William’s backstory.

Big oof.

So like, it happened in the house but the layout was a bit different because my computer was in the corner of my room, and there’s usually a window and my a/c unit there, but all that was gone.  So it was truly just in the corner.  And mom was with me for some reason and wanting me to google something, or whatever, but the desktop was acting really weird so I held the power button down to restart it but it was taking a really long time??  And when it finally restarted it instantly came back on and a Fuck Ton of red nonsensical text appeared and just scrolled on and on and *on* until it stopped, went black, and then formed a face made of text.

He called himself ‘William Afton’ and the face looked like him, not like any one specific version, but like, I was looking at him dead in the cyber-eye and I knew it was him?  Anyway, he said via text that if we wanted to make out of this encounter alive, I’d have to play his game(s) and of course I didn’t believe him, it felt so vividly real that I figured something was fucking up so I said, out loud, “You’re lying, you can’t be real, this isn’t real, I remember laying down for a nap so this must be just a dream.” And he replied,

>Not real? >Just a dream?

>Well, how about I give your leg a poke then.

>Does this feel real to you, Catherine?

And I felt a pressure on my leg and, of course, freaked the fuck out and just told him to go away, there’s no way this was actually happened, etc., and the entire time I was freaking out the screen was being filled with nothing but laughter like:

>hahahaha(etc. etc.)

But then he threatened mom and said if I wouldn’t play along he’ll just have to “toy with her instead” and I flipped my damn shit cause me and mom are really close and I wouldn’t forgive myself if she got hurt because of me and I just remember sobbing and begging him not to hurt her to let her leave the room and I’ll do as you say, whole nine yards.  He agreed and she left and went and sat in the living room, I guess, but I still didn’t want to play his games because they were like, 8-bit pixel fnaf style mini games of killing kids, so I just started talking to him to stall for time.

And somehow we got into a conversation into his home life and told me about his father, whose name was also William Afton, and how his father was an abusive alcoholic and would beat him and his siblings, he had a younger sister and a younger brother, he was the oldest of the three.  I never got ages but anyway, his dad ended up killing his younger sister b/c he beat the shit out of her so bad and then when the cops showed up (i think the neighbors called?), his dad had William lie or

>He’d do the same thing to me that he did to her.

>And I was terrified, so, of course, I lied.

I started feeling really bad for him so we just kept talking, only it wasn’t because I wanted to stall, it was mainly b/c he seemed really lonely and I figured he hadn’t had a real conversation with someone in a long time.  The next thing he tells me about is the first time he ever killed someone.

>School was the only safe place we all had.

>I always like learning, I made sure to get good grades.

>I suppose because I thought that would make him proud of me, but he never cared.

>I could’ve stayed home a whole week and he wouldn’t have cared.

>Would have just given him more time to beat me.

>So, when I found out my brother was being bullied, I snapped.

>I made him tell me who, what grade, what class he shared with them.

>They were a class above me but I was taller than him, I was taller than nearly everyone in the school, so I had a clear advantage.

>They put up a fight.

>I didn’t know how to punch, but I copied what my father did, how he held his fist, and landed in a few decent hits.

>I suppose he could see he was losing so he ran but I chased after him and I tackled him.

>There was a cinder block nearby so I used it to bash his head in.

>I’ve never felt more powerful in my life.

And I told him I understood why he did it and he accused me of lying but then I went on a whole rant about how I was bullied back in school and my brother would always look out for me (not to the extent of Literal Fucking Murder™) but that I really did understand where he was coming from.  I think he said thank you, or seemed appreciative to some degree, and then I kinda shifted the subject b/c I said,

“Wait, where’s your mom in all this?”

Because he hadn’t mentioned her once.  So then he tells about how he started Afton Robotics and how his mother came into his life and then promptly out of it.

>My mother was just as much a monster and just as guilty as my father.

>She left us soon after my sister was born because she couldn’t take the abuse anymore.

>I begged her to take at least the baby and my brother with her, I would stay behind, as long as they were safe.

>I’ll remember what she said to my dying day.

>”I never wanted any of you, your father just wanted more punching bags.”

>So she left and I’ve hated her ever since.

“William, I’m so sorry.”

>It’s alright, you have no need to apologize.

>You did nothing wrong.

“I know, but I’m still sorry.  You didn’t deserve any of this.  Your siblings didn’t either.”

>...Thank you.

“I only feel a bit terrible for asking but did you ever kill your Dad?  Take over the household, all that jazz?”

>Oh, yes, of course.

>He was drunk one night, too drunk to put up a fight, so I hauled him to his feet but it didn’t quite finish him off.

>So I snapped his neck.

>I told the cops the same exact thing I told them years ago.

>”He fell down the stairs Officer, he’s always been a bit of a drunk and I guess he just lost his balance.”

>They believed me, of course.

>I was free to take over the house, the money, and I went to college and worked on a Robotics degree, started my own business and my own company, Afton Robotics.

>I ran it out of my garage, mind you, but it was successful.

“That’s great!  I mean- minus the murder, but he really fucking deserved it.”

>He did.

>Thank you, for understanding.

>I suppose I should apologize for threatening you.

“It’s okay, you didn’t actually hurt me or Mom, so don’t worry about it.  Tell me more about Afton Robotics.”

>Very well.

>Did I ever mention I had a penchant for the joy of creation?

“No?”

>Well, I did.

>I do, still.

>Ever since I killed that bully, felt such a high, I wanted to keep it.

>I read up on creation and God and decided that if he could make life, so could I.

>So I shifted my focus to technology, robotics, how to build them from scratch, which leads back into the founding of Afton Robotics.

>I was *finally* good at something so I wanted to make some money from it.

>I made kittens, puppies, and small birds for people, sold them as ‘Never-Dying Pets.’

>”Get your child a friend that’ll last them a life-time!”

>It was a hit.

>It was a stable income and it helped when my father’s money, which wasn’t much, eventually ran out.

>I kept the house stable, funded my way through college, and kept it up for a few years.

>But then business dwindled.  My creations weren’t life-like enough anymore.

>Too cold, too clinical.  That’s when I remembered something from my short stint in studying religion.

>Souls.

>My creations didn’t have souls, didn’t have *true* life.

>I decided to give it to them.

>I didn’t want to harm any animals, though so people did just fine.

>I adjusted my robots accordingly - making small dolls was far easier than animals, actually.

>And children are such fragile creatures; so easy to win their favor with promises of candy, of fun, of a friend.

>That’s when I discovered Remnant.

“What is that?”

>Without going into the finer details, it is a substance that is in everyone.  It is in you.  It is in me.

>Children have more of it, everyone does when they’re young, but when they age, it spreads and disperses.

>Much like a soul, it never truly goes away.

>But, given its abundance, it was always far easier to collect it from children.

“But you watched your sister die, didn’t you feel bad?”

>Not at all.

>You see, when my sister died in my arms, she looked so peaceful.  Happy.

>Death, in itself, must be happy.

>I always singled out children who looked sad, were lost, crying.  Unhappy.

>That was the best lure I used: what better thing to offer a sad, lonely child but a chance to be happy forever?

“I… don’t agree with that but, okay. How does your mom factor into all this?”

>It’s alright, I don’t expect you to.

>She factors in because she figured out I had money and she wanted it.

>She called me, of all things, didn’t even bother to track me down, come back to the house.

>Told me she’d heard of my success and so sorry about your father’s accident.

>It didn’t even phase her when I told her about my sister’s death. >That’s when I decided I would kill her too.

>So I told her to come to the house, we could talk about money, and she fell for it.

>She came a few days later.

>She didn’t even apologize for abandoning us.

>She only begged for mercy as I stabbed her until the screaming stopped.

He also never mentions his brother again so I really really don’t know what happened there, other than I guess he left home.  I don’t think he wanted to hurt his only sibling and I guess I didn’t ask or don’t remember, but the next thing I remember is him telling me about Fredbear’s Family Diner.

>I came up with the idea for the Diner when I was nearly caught killing another child.

>I had to come up with something inconspicuous, something that would let me hide the bodies until I could be rid of them properly.

>So I went back to college, got an undergrad in Business, and started to draft blueprints for a bigger animatronic.

>A golden bear.

>Gold is such a soft color, pleasing on the eyes, and I often saw children with stuffed bears, I thought, “what better animal to make full scale than a bear?”

>It took me a year to develop the springlock suit - I’ll get into that in a bit - and then another year to develop the second animal, a golden rabbit.

>I’ve always loved rabbits, such soft, innocent creatures.  Until they aren’t.

“What do you mean?”

>Rabbits are adorable.

>But they are unnerving to some.

>Empty, soulless eyes.  Sharp teeth.  *Quick.*

>A predator hiding behind soft fur.

“Kinda like you.”

>Yes!

>Yes.

>That’s why I made the rabbit suit for me.

>I would become a symbol of innocence, something children would love.

>I would take them away, take the lonely and the sad, and I would make them happy forever.

>I would let them live their happiest day forever.

>I would give them a family.  *My* family.

“William-”

>So I started Fredbear’s Family Diner.

>There were games, pizza, prizes, and of course, two brand new forever friends.

>Fredbear and Spring Bonnie.

>It was an immediate success.

>And the suits, oh, the wonderful springlock suits.

>They were even better, my magnum opus.

>A creation of duality, like rabbits.

>Something that could be worn by an animatronic skeleton or worn by myself.

>I was always in the rabbit suit, I was careful to never let anyone see my face.

>I hired someone as a faux manager, someone easy I could manipulate, and if they ever showed signs of betrayal, I ‘fired’ them and hired another.

>And it was much easier to lure a lost child away, into the back, with promises of meeting Fredbear.

>With a chance to play with me.

>A friend.

>I would stuff their bodies into Fredbear after I’d collected their remnant and their soul.

“Could you collect remnant from the managers you ‘fired?’”

>Caught on to that, did you?

>Clever.

>Yes, I could.

>Like I said before, remnant never truly goes away, it simply thins out.

>A few factors make it collect within the body, but I found fear to be the most enjoyable.

“Why not give adults a happy ending?”

>Because adults are cruel.

>They’ve lost their childhood innocence.

“More like they can see past your act.”

>Haha.

>Yes, I suppose that too.

>I cannot offer an adult candy and pizza and get the same excitement from a child given the same offer.

I kinda lost the plot after that because someone broke into the house and tried to steal the living room T.V. so I chased them off and then me and mom had to run for some reason and the backyard was hella foggy and there was construction equipment everywhere.   ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[agent-spidey]

Newbie

Title: Newbie 

Pairing: Reader x Peter Parker

Request: Could you do something with Peter Parker where the reader is Flash Thompson's nice younger sister who is a freshman. Peter asks her out w/o realizing who her sibling is, resulting in Flash being 10x more of a bully to him

Word count: 2,311

A/N: Lots of time skips, I wasn't quiet sure how to end this so I’m sorry if the ending seems kinda rush/muddy. I did not go through and edit this, so sorry for the typo’s and grammatical errors. 

Tagged: @tomllholland , @manyfandomstohandle , @superheros-and-books , @jor-da-na , @ferls212 , @laryssa-the-jedi , @bubbles2428 , @sylviestars , @jun-gle-cruise , @eabha-no , @quokkatrash 

"Flash please don't leave me! I don't know where I'm going!" You shouted at your older brother who drifted off with the giant crowd of teenagers in midtown high. "You'll be ok Y/N, I believe in you!" Flash shouted back making you roll your eyes and stare down at the thin piece of papers in your hands.

Today was your first day in high school and you couldn't me more scared, older kids surrounded you walking in every which way and when you tried to get their attention to help they would just shrug you off and keep walking. You felt like giving up on trying to find the classroom your first class was in, History.  

You made the trek back into the main office to ask for help on finding where your class was "Hi uh I know I was just here but my brother left me and nobody is willing to point me in the direction of my first class." The nervous feeling that radiated off you attracted the attention of all the staff in the room, including a boy who's stood next to you at the same counter grabbing his schedule "Peter, since you're here could you please take Y/N here to her class?" The boy, Peter, shifted his gaze from the brunette woman behind the counter to you.

"Uh yeah sur-sure, whats your schedule?" He asked while you both shuffled into the hall. You handed him the piece of paper you were holding and watched as his eyes lit up slightly "Wow- wait your a freshman?" The Boy's brown sparkling eyes met yours "Yeah, why?" you questioned cocking your eyebrow slightly.

"Well it looks like we actually have some classes together." He examined his schedule once more before his smile widened, "Yeah, we have.." he paused looking back down at both sheets of paper "Chemistry, Gym and uh Geometry."

You felt yourself blush slightly "Well, I think I have chemistry first." you gestured toward on the sheet in the boys left hand "Yeah yeah you do." The boy handed you back your paper "Oh uh I'm-I'm Peter by the way, Peter Parker." The boy, Peter, offered you a friendly smile as you followed him to your first class of high school. The blush on your face deepened "I'm Y/N Thompson, nice to meet you Peter." Peter gave you a heart melting smile in return as the both of you entered the classroom.

When lunch finally rolled around you found your brother sitting at a table in the middle of the room so you decided to sit with him and talk to him about your high school experience so far, "Hey." you cheerfully greater your brother when you took a seat next to him.

"Hey there." he greeted back giving you a casual side hug and returned to eating his food "So hows High school so far?" he question shoving a handful of chips in his mouth. "Well its been pretty good, I met this guy earlier who helped me get my classes and it turns out we actually have three classes together, thanks for abandoning me by the way." You nudged your brothers arm jokingly earning a few laughs from the other people at the table. "Hey, I'm sorry I wanted you to have the official high school experience, finding your own classes, being mature and stuff." Flash shot back at you, you just rolled your eyes, how does finding your own classes make you mature.

You quickly ate the lunch you brought from home and exited the cafeteria making your way to he library, the place Peter said is always the most calm in the school. You already had homework to do, even on the first day. So you took a seat at one of the  5 tables and pulled out your binder from you bag. A seat scrapped the floor by causing you to snap your head up and com in contact with the entrancing brown ones you met earlier in the day. "Hey Y/N." Peter smiled down at you as he took a seat next to you.

"Hey." you smiled back before you began your school work "It totally sucks that we already have work." Peter sighed "Mind if i work with you?" He asked pulling gout his own binder. Your smile grew as you answered the boys question, "Not at all." you felt your face get hot when your eyes connected with Peters. Its only been a few hours since you met Peter but you could already feel yourself falling deeper and deeper into his amazing world.

A about a month and half has passed and in that time you and Peter have gotten as close as heat to a fire, constantly with each other and if you two weren't together you were snapchatting, texting or calling each other. You were excepted into his very small group of friends Ned, Michelle and him. But you never told your brother about who you were talking to or hanging out with because you knew how he treated Peter and tried your best to stand up from him whenever Flash talked about about your best friend. All your brother knew was that you had made a few friends and thats how you wanted to keep it until Flash gave up on bullying Peter. And you never told Peter who your brother was, it actually amazed you that he hasn't found out by now considering he's one of the smartest guys you knew.

"Hey Y/N?" you heard Peter question from beside you. The two of you were currently at Peters house having a study session in his room. You set your pencil next to you on Peters bed "Yeah?" you sat up and cracked your knuckles.

"I've been thinking about this for a little and i-i" Peter lightly sighed running his hands through his hair "I was wondering if you maybe wanted to go out for dinner Saturday?" You laughed slightly at his question "Peter, we always go out for dinner on Saturdays, its literally our tradition." your eyes made contact with his slightly taking your breathe away, your feeling for the boy always got stronger every time you just looked at him.

"No no i mean like as more than friends." you saw the worry flash in his eyes as the question fell from his lips. Your heart skipped a beat at hearing those simple words "more than friends" meaning, Peter feels the same way as you... or at least slightly like how you feel.

"Peter," you paused getting up froth bed and making your way over to him "are you asking me out on a date?" Peter nodded slightly at your question a small blush creeping up his neck.

"Ye-yes I-I am." The sigh of relief from Peter as you answered caused butterflies to forming your stomach, "Of course I'll go on a date with you."

You and Peter had gone on a couple of dates, without your brothers knowledge. Eventually Peter asked you to homecoming promising you the night of your life but disappeared after five minuets of stepping into the hot sweaty mess of teenagers.

After homecoming night Peter had told you about his secret identity, Spiderman and you told him about how you were related to Flash. At first you were agitated that he hadn't told you earlier but listened to Peter when he told you that he didn't want you to get hurt because of him. So instead of being overly dramatic about the situation and yelling at him that he needs to stop or he'll hurt himself really bad one day you convinced Peter to let you help him out by  patching him up after every battle. Which concluded with him coming to your room almost every night sitting on your bed while you tended to his wounds.

"Thank you Y/N, I don't know what i'd do without you." Peter smiled as he softly kissed you goodbye and exited through your window swinging from house to house to et back to his apartment.

"Oh Peter Parker." you sighed sinking down into your soft fluffy bed, your door opened suddenly causing you to jump up from your bed with wide eyes. "Who were you talking to?" your brother asked stepping into your room. "Nobody Flash, please get out." you gave your brother a deadpanned look, you weren't taking any of his shit today.

"Y/N I clearly heard you talking to someone and defiantly heard you say "Peter Parker" so whats up?" Flash flailed his arms in the air. Your breath hitched in your throat, Please don't catch on, Please don't catch on. You chanted in your head.

If flash found out about you and Peter he would never leave Peter alone, ultimately Flash would be tormenting Peter even more than now. "Also i've noticed you hanging out a lot more with Penis Parker lat-"

"Don't call him that." you lowly spoke interrupting your bother "What?" he aside stepping further into your room. "What did you just say?" you lifted your eyes slightly making contact with his "I said," you let out a shaky breathe "Don't call him that, his name is Peter." Flash laughed slightly at you. "Oh wow, ya know I've also noticed a lot of this," flash gestured to you "Sticking up for the nerd." flashes eyes slightly widened at his thoughts "Oh god Y/N please don't tell me you have feelings for the guy." your brothers eyes bore into yours.

You didn't answer his question hoping he understood what you meant, "Oh dear god, you-you-you can't be serious!" Flashes voice was growing louder and louder with every word he spoke.

"Flash please calm down. We've only gone on a few dates." Flashes eyes widened more at the flow of words leaving your mouth. Your eyes widened as well and  you clamped a hand over your mouth to stop anymore secrets that could escape.

"You-why-i can't-" Flash couldn't get his words out properly as he left your room to think out what you just said.

you had to warn Peter about what happened so you sent him a quick text before heading off to bed and staring at the ceiling with so much regret in your chest. How were you gonna get through this one?

Its been about 2 weeks since Flash found out about you and Peter. And you couldn't believe the amount of, basically torture Flash was putting Peter through. He had come up with more horrid nicknames, he would constantly tell him how much you didn't actually want him, which would rile Peter up so much causing him to try and throw punches at your brother and just end up in detention. Flash would tear up Peters homework or steal it and turn it into he teacher as his own, everyday flash would tell Peter that he's was "nothing more than scum under my foot" and how "My sister deserves so much better than trash like you."

you felt sick to your stomach hearing about what your brother was doing to Peter and hurt that this was how your brother actually was, a selfish prick who didn't even respect your decisions.

you finally had enough of Flash if he wasn't going to respect you on his own, you were gonna make him.

The bell rang ending your 4th period class and you made you way down to the lunch room, you decided to confront your brother as soon as possible and lunch time seemed like the perfect opportunity.

"Flash!" you screamed walking up to his table, he turned around in his seat  and flooded his arms "Well, Y/N so nice to see you." you set your bag down on the ground next to you and flooded your arms across your chest "Cut the bullshit Flash." you huffed creasing your eyebrows "I'm sick and tired of the way your treating Peter, my boyfriend." you saw Ned's eyes flash behind you quickly, you turned your head around to see Peter walk through the lunch room doors laughing while talking to Ned about something.

"If you don't respect my decision on who i'm dating, fine. But that doesn't give you permission to torment them." you spit turing your gaze back to your brother "I get that you don't really like Peter and i honestly have no idea why but I disgusted by the way you've chosen to treat him and it hurts me seeing my only brother hate the boy i like with all my heart." tears pricked your eyes as you continued "I just wanted to tell you that if you keep this up," you paused feeling an arm wrap around true waist, knowing who it was you let out a shaky breathe and continued "Then i know just how much you don't respect me either." you turned grabbing you bag from he floor, taking Peters hand and leaving your brother behind in the cafeteria. It felt good to finally get out how you really felt to Flash.

"I'm proud of you." Peter stopped you int he hallway and engulfed you in his arms. "I'm proud of me too." you felt a few tears escape from you eyes and fall onto Peters clothes. you pulled away from him slightly and pressed a lightly kiss to his lips.

"you should probably go back and talk it out with your brother though." Peter whispered onto your lips, "I'll deal with Flash when I get home, right now i just wanna be with you."

You were proud of yourself for finally telling Flash off and so happy that you don't have to hide your relationship with Peter anymore. "Hey at least now we don't have to hide anything." Peter laughed kissing you one more time before the bell rang ending lunch and you parted ways.

You felt free, not having to hide your love for Peter anymore felt pretty damn good.

[the-noodle-king]

G&M How would they Introduce or Describe each other? What is their Goal/Goals? Do they have any (other) Nicknames or Titles? How did they earn them? How do they feel about them? Do they have any Tattoos? Do they have any special Meaning? What are their Hobbies? What Element would they Bend in ATLA? What is their favourite Fashion Style? If they had a Legendary/Epic Skin for Halloween, What would it be? Where did they Grow Up? What was it like for them Growing Up? What’s their Base like

How would they Introduce or Describe each other? 

Grunt (Imitating Muscle): “Super Tall, Ultra Strong, Always Stoic Muscle Is Here To Glare All Your Problems Away!”

Muscle (Imitating Grunt): “Uh, I’m Grunt, And I’ll Uh, Talk a Lot, and Um, Kiss Good- Babe I can’t Do This”

Grunt: “Noah’s always been a big softie, ever since we were kids. He puts on a great ‘tough guy’ act, bein’ tall an’ broad an’ all, and he’s really good at looking right through ya like he’s thinkin’ about doing something terrible to ya, even though really he’s just thinkin’ about lunch or petting kittens or something. Actually it’d probably be puppies. He loves dogs, big ones especially, when he was real little- before we even met, I think when he lived in Michigan? Anyway yeah when he lived in Michigan his family had this HUGE st bernard and when they moved to- Huh? Oh sorry off topic, anyway, Noah! Yeah big softie, you know I’d say he couldn’t hurt a fly but for the whole, you know, mercenary thing.”

Muscle: “Marino? Oh well he’s... He’s, y’know... Fuck, uh what was the question? Describe Marino, right, right uh... Well he’s Marino. He’s like a forest fire. Like this big, raging inferno, bright and- *Cough* And hot, and, and uh... Shit I forgot what I was gonna say. He uh, he takes my breath away, haha! And my words. I remember when we first met, he was so loud and rowdy and scrappy... He beat up three kids bigger ‘an I was, first thing I though was ‘Wow I’d better steer clear of that kid’, and then he came right up to me, split lip, bloody knuckles, and he says “Sup”. First time I brought him ‘round my house I think my Ma blew a blood vessel in her neck... Oh sorry, I uh, trailed off there... What was the uh...”

What is their Goal/Goals? 

If you asked them I think their heads would explode. Neither of them has any clue what they want in the future. The only thing Muscle wanted as a kid was to escape his Ma and live his life for himself, and the only thing Marino ever set his heart on was Muscle. Running away together, becoming mercenaries, living their lives moment to moment... Is as far as either of them ever really got in the ‘life goals’ department.

Grunt: “Goal 1... Is figure out Goal 2!”

Do they have any other Nicknames or Titles? How did they earn them? How do they feel about them? 

When Marino was a kid he got dubbed Marino Matón, because he got in a lot of fights. He got called a lot less pleasant stuff too. Back when he was a kid he kinda liked the nicknames, the reputation, but nowadays if someone tried to call him Matón, he’d probably break their nose.

Noah on the other hand, spent the first 15 years of his life extremely blended into the background. He was very quiet, well behaved, didn’t excel at any of his studies but did well enough to glide by completely unnoticed. When his Ma got a promotion and they moved clean across the country from Michigan to SoCal, he didn’t even have any friends to miss, or miss him back. So off the radar only a handful of people (mainly teachers) even noticed when he didn’t come back to school one semester. When he started hanging out with Marino though... Well, he collected a few nicknames here and there, but nothing that really stuck. ‘Stretch’ was popular the year he shot up to 6ft.

Do they have any Tattoos? Do they have any special Meaning? 

Marino has a couple of tattoos, one behind his right shoulder of a red baby dragon, it was his first tattoo that he got on his 16th birthday, and he picked it because he liked it (and also maybe because Noah pointed it out?). He has another on his left thigh which is a little more complex, with a detailed ring running around it, and some tribal-spiked type patterns running down the outer side and finishing in a point above his knee, all in black. He decided to get it in solidarity with Noah getting his first tattoo. And finally he got Noah’s name with a little heart next to it on the left side of his chest, over his heart.

Noah went with Marino when he got his first tattoo on his 16th, but couldn’t psych himself up enough to get one too, then when Noah himself turned 21 he decided on something he wanted, getting a thick rainbow band around his right upper arm. A few years later he and Marino got each others names over their hearts, as something a little more quiet and private than a proposal, or rings.

What are their Hobbies? 

When they’re ‘on the job’ so to speak, hired for this or that but not actually in the field, Marino likes to practice in shooting ranges or tinker with his gear, and Noah finds assembling and disassembling his shotgun relaxing.

Off the job however, they both like to read, although Noah is more of a science papers, wildlife studies and gritty sci-fi/crime fiction novels kinda guy, and Marino is more of an extra trashy romance novelettes and ‘Ooo this one has dragons who can turn into hot guys in it’ medium quality high-fantasy novels kinda guy.

Marino also likes to play sports, mostly football and basketball, but Noah turned him onto tennis. Noah himself on the other hand really prefers to watch sports rather than play, particularly ice hockey; Marino once surprised him with tickets to a Michigan Wolverines game and he was extremely grateful.

What Elements would they Bend in ATLA? 

Earth and Air, specifically, Marino would bend Earth and Noah would bend Air, and people who tried to fight them would always get caught off guard by it, expecting the big guy to lug a rock at them and suddenly having the little one burst clean out of the ground.

What is their favourite Fashion Style? 

Marino likes to dress comfortably, but also look cool, but also like he’s not trying to look cool, but also also not like he’s not not trying like he still looks put together but-

Noah likes sweaters.

If they had a Legendary/Epic Skin for Halloween, What would it be? 

Legendary skin, Donnie & Clyde, 1920′s and 30′s aesthetics, classical mobster looks, Grunt has a hat, Muscle’s hair is slicked back, their guns are Tommy-Gun-esque, it’s just full of pulpy anachronisms. One of the more Halloween-Costume type skins rather than them actually being monsters or such.

Where did they Grow Up? 

Noah mostly grew up in Detroit, Michigan, before he moved to to San Diego, Southern California, where Marino grew up.

What was it like for them Growing Up? 

Marino grew up with 2 older sisters, a much older brother and a decently younger sister, his mother, her wife (Who he never really took to calling step-mom, so she was just Lucille), and the occasional visit from his dad and his partner of the month. He was a happy kid until about 5 or 6, then he started to get bullied pretty bad. He would defend himself, then get in trouble for it, then he’d get bullied more, he’d defend himself, and so on. By the time he was 10 he had a ‘reputation’ as a problem child with a bad temper who liked to fight. 1 out of 3, he did like to fight. If he was going to get treated like dirt and punished for it no matter what happened, he figured the other guys might as well lose some teeth.

Noah on the other hand grew up more or less alone. No siblings, an aunt he never met, his Ma, a dad without a name or face left in any photos, and a grandfather he got dumped on for the summer. He can’t remember being happy before he met Marino. Can’t remember a lot of his childhood actually. Doesn’t like to get into the parts he can.

When Marino decided he and this tall, stiff new kid were going to be friends, it shook Noah’s world to the core, he changed almost over night. Marino taught Noah to stand up for himself, and Noah taught Marino he didn’t have to fight alone.

What’s their Home/Base like?

The main problem with being transitory mercenaries is, well, not really having a place to call home, or even to call base reliably.

Some jobs they get set up in barracks, others a motel. If they get a real cushy bodyguarding job maybe an actual hotel room. In between jobs they tend to find somewhere out of the way to rent. Noah likes when they stay somewhere further out in the countryside, Marino prefers inner city apartments, and they take turns choosing where they stay to keep it fresh.

[myriadimagines]

It Kinda Defeats The Whole Disguise Thing

Marvel (The Avengers) One Shot

Characters: [GENDER NEUTRAL] Reader x Peter Parker 

Warnings: bullying, swearing, abusive parents

Request: “One-shot based Imagine Peter's reaction when you- the worst bully at school - give a present, because he saved your younger sibling from your abusive father", please?” - anonymous

Word Count: 1,600

A/N: not gonna lie this one perplexed me a little, but whatever, here’s the original gif imagine [x] !!

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You leaned against the wall and scoffed as you watched a younger student stick up a piece of artwork in the school corridors. You looked over your shoulder at your friend, who also had a smug smile on their face. Straightening, you walked over to the young girl, who was already beginning to shrink away upon seeing you.

“That looks pretty pathetic.” you leaned closer to her artwork, squinting at it as she looked around desperately for help. “You call that art?”

“Ms. Bailey said I could put it outside her room.” the girl quickly murmured, and you laughed and looked at your friend, who laughed harshly too.

“She’s just trying to boost your ego, kid.” your friend shoved the girl’s shoulder, and she stumbled backward. “It doesn’t mean your art is good.”

“Yeah, because everyone’s trying to make themselves feel better here.” you rolled your eyes. “This school is full of shit.”

The girl looked close to tears now, and you mockingly leaned closer to her, inches away from her face. You tilted your head, a smile growing on your lips.

“Aw, don’t tell me you’re going to cry.” you said patronisingly, and the girl bit her lip. Sniffling, she turned away as you hear a voice yell down the corridor.

“Hey!” someone called, and you rolled your eyes and straightened. Peter rushed up and protectively stood in front of the girl, putting an arm around her shoulders. “What did you do to her, y/n?”

“Nothing, Peter.” you replied innocently, but you were smirking. Looking at the girl, you raised your eyebrows as you said, “We were just having a nice chat, right?”

The girl nodded furiously, too afraid of what would happen if she said no. Peter hurried her away, and she sprinted down the corridor as you folded your arms across your chest.

“Why don’t you stop bullying people, y/n?” Peter snapped, balling his hands into fists. You snorted at the sight of this, wagging a finger at him.

“What are you doing to do, Parker?” you jeered, already preparing for a fight. “Hit me?”

“Maybe.” Peter said, feeling his anger overcome his senses. Knowing it was the wrong thing to do, but unable to stop himself, he swung his fist at you. Already predicting this, you jerked your head back and struck him across the face, and he gasped and stumbled backwards. You shook your hand out as a teacher rushed into the corridor, their eyes wide with alarm.

“What is going on here?” he demanded, glaring at you and Peter.

“Sorry, sir.” you bowed your head without missing a beat. Shaking his head, Peter regained his balance and stepped closer.

“y/n punched me and bullied a younger girl earlier.” Peter said, and you glared at him. The teacher turned at you to reprimand you, but you interrupted.

“I only hit Peter because he was going to hit me first.” you shot back, and Peter faltered. “Can’t blame me for self defense.”

“Is this true, Peter?” the teacher turned around, and Peter looked between the two of you.

“I… I just… I was mad about how y/n bullied-” Peter stammered, but the teacher raised a hand to stop him. Smirking you put your hands into the pockets of your jeans and raised your eyebrows at Peter, who was glowering at you.

“Enough.” the teacher spoke up, shaking his head. “I’ll be calling both your parents about the incident, and you’ll both be in detention tomorrow. Now go home, before I change my mind and make you stay after school.”

“How generous.” you muttered under your breath, readjusting your bag straps and hurrying for the door. You quickly hurried down the street and headed for your house, keeping your head down. You weren’t worried about your teacher calling home -- it’s not like your dad cared anyway. Your mom had left your family when you were younger, leaving you with your dad and two younger siblings. You didn’t really care all that much; you liked your younger siblings and they liked you. There was just one problem: your dad was abusive. Both emotionally and physically.

Quite frankly, you had stopped caring about yourself years ago and had learned to prioritize your siblings’ safety above everything. You badly wanted to go to the police about your father, but you knew there was a high chance you would be separated from your siblings if you did, and you needed to be with them. So, instead you fought every day to keep your siblings safe.

You opened the front door and was already confronted with the sounds of yelling.

“Where the hell have you been?” you dad yelled, storming in front of you. Throwing your bag to the side, you kicked off your shoes and marched past him.

“School.” you responded through gritted teeth, and you dad grabbed your arm and spun you around, his fingernails digging into your skin.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you, y/n!” he shouted, his face contorted in anger. You jerked your arm away and rushed upstairs to where your siblings were hiding, and quickly hugged them.

“It’ll be okay.” you reassured them as they looked at you in fear. “It’s okay.”

You carried them to your bed and brought the covers over them, holding them tight into your chest until all of you eventually fell asleep, blocking out the sounds of your father.

--

“Get the hell up!”

Your head snapped up to see your father standing at the foot of your bed. You quickly tossed the covers aside, but your father had already grabbed your youngest sibling. They began to cry, and you balled your hands into fists.

“Let them go!” you screamed, but your father ignored you. You lunged forward, but your father struck you across the face, and you fell to the ground. Unable to take it anymore, you rushed to the window and yanked it open, and began screaming, “Help! Someone help us!”

Your father let your sibling go as he pushed you to the ground, slamming the window shut. But before he could close the window, a figure suddenly appeared. Your siblings sat up, half shocked and half excited, and exclaimed, “It’s Spiderman!”

You and your father turned, and your eyes widened in surprise. You had only ever seen him on the news, and you never expected that you’d one day see him in person, let alone be saved by him. Meanwhile, Peter gulped when he recognized you, crouching on the floor, shielding your younger siblings. He looked at your father, and before your father could react, he punched him in the face. He quickly webbed him up against the wall before turning to you.

“Get downstairs and wait outside.” Peter instructed, and you nodded. “I’ll call the cops.”

You rushed your siblings downstairs as Peter reached into his pocket to pull out his phone. He quickly dialled 911 and notified them of the situation and you address, and moved to escape through the window when you appeared.

“Hey!” you called out, and Peter froze. He looked over his shoulder, and you awkwardly looked around. “Thank you.”

“No problem.” Peter nodded, before quickly rushing away. He didn’t want you to know he was Spiderman, but little did he know, you had already recognized his voice.

--

You debated for a couple of minutes whether or not you should enter his home, but you already had the gift in your hand and there was no turning back. Finally summoning up the courage, you knocked on the door. You heard footsteps, and suddenly a brunette woman answer the door. She smiled at you warmly, looking at you up and down.

“You must be a classmate of Peter’s. I’m his aunt.” she said, and you nodded. She stepped aside, letting you in, and pointed to a door down the hallway. “He’s in his room. Someone beat him up at school, so he’s trying to recover.”

“Oh,” you bit your lip, ducking your head. “I’ll… I’ll be quick.”

You rushed past Peter’s aunt and opened his door, and Peter lazily looked up at you. Your eyes locked, and the both of you froze before you finally spoke.

“Peter? Th-this is for you.” you quickly stammered out, handing him the gift.

“y/n?” Peter quickly scrambled up in his bed, propping himself against the bedframe. Taking your gift, he turned it over in his hands as he asked, “Oh wow, what’s it for?”

“I know you’re Spiderman, Peter.” you replied, and Peter’s eyes widened in alarm.

“Wait, hang on-” he began, but you cut him off.

“And you saved my younger sibling from my dad. He’s awful, and I do everything I can to try and protect the rest of my family from him, but sometimes I can’t. So thank you, Peter.” you interrupted quickly, and Peter’s jaw went slack. Awkwardly tugging at your jacket sleeves, you quickly walked out of the room. Before you left, you looked Peter up and down, as he awkwardly held up a towel to his bruised face. “Sorry I punched your face yesterday.”

“Uh, no problem.” Peter responded uncertainly, and you turned around to continue walking. Peter quickly sat up, yelling after you, “Don’t tell anyone I’m Spiderman, by the way!”

“You didn’t even bother hiding your voice!” you retorted, and Peter rolled his eyes. “It kinda defeats the whole disguise thing.”

He heard the front door shut, and he sighed and leaned back. Shrugging, he opened the gift, and found himself chuckling when he realized you had given him a book about spiders.