#luke the jumping spider

[efraart-mix]

The day has arrived!!! It is time for the spirit of Songkran to sit on the battlefield!!!!! 🔫💦💧🔫🇹🇭

I couldn't make an art for Carnival as I should have due to lack of time, but at least Songkran gave me another opportunity :D

(As a curious fact, the idea was originally to make 2 arts, one for carnival, and one for Songkran, so it could be said that in the end both arts merged into one)

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Owners of the used Sonic FCs/Owners of the used Sonic FCs (©)

San_La_Vraie Shiro_sonic @snowsupply Drako_113 KevinTheNaga MK_Moon64 XP98_JuanDiazTW

[goldstrvck]

sunbrat insomniac spider-man au 🙏🙏

[quintinh43]

Devils Red | Luke Hughes

Warnings: 18+ MDNI

"What the FUCK is that?" Luke screeches, as you walk into the bedroom. His sudden yell startles you, and you jump towards him, quickly glancing behind you.

"Whats what? Is it a spider? Please, God no, no spiders," you ramble, terrified, jumping onto the bed with Luke as you peer at the floor.

"No," Luke shakes his head, pointing at your chest, "I'm talking about that! Why the fuck are you wearing a New York Rangers t-shirt," he gags on the word Rangers for dramatic effect.

You breathe out a sigh of relief, thank goodness there were no spiders. "Oh, this? It's my favourite shirt," you smile fondly. It's a Navy blue t-shirt, with the words New York Rangers printed across the front in a large bold font.

Luke folds his arms across his chest, pouting, "Why do you even own a Rangers shirt?" He asks sourly.

"My dad bought it for me," you shrug, tying off your almost dry hair in a braid and slipping under the covers beside Luke.

"Why would your dad buy you a rangers t-shirt?" He asks, tugging on the soft fabric of your tee with a displeased look on his face. You bat his hand away and curl into his chest, ready to go to sleep.

"He bought it for me cause he knew I liked hockey but not which teams, and he was on a work trip in New York, and I guess he saw Rangers merch and bought it for me." You mumble against his chest. To your surprise, Luke has yet to wrap his arms around you.

You peak one eye open to look at him. He's looking down at you, mouth twisted in a frown. You prop yourself up on an elbow and run a hand through his slightly damp curls. "What's wrong, honey?" You ask concerned, feeling his forehead and neck with your palms to see if his temperature is above average.

He wraps his hand around your wrist, pulling it away from his face gently, "I don't like that you're wearing a Rangers shirt." He pouts.

You roll your eyes, a small chuckle leaving your lips. "I promise, it doesn't mean anything. The only reason I still own it is cause my dad got it for me as a gift." You explain, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

"You just said it was your favourite," Luke huffs.

"It's my favourite cause my dad bought it for me," you say again, crossing your arms over your chest, "not because it's a rangers shirt,"

You squak in surprise as Luke squishes your cheeks between his palms so you can't talk, "Baby, I genuinely dont think I can sleep next to you if you're wearing a Rangers shirt," he says it so seriously that you actually believe him.

Before you even have the option to poke fun at his absurdity, Luke is pulling his red Devils Hockey t-shirt over his head and holding it out to you expectantly. You roll your eyes, grabbing the t-shirt from him.

You turn your back to him to strip off your shirt. He pokes, reaches over, and snaps the band of your panties against your skin. "What was that for?" You yelp more from surprise that pain as you glare at him over your shoulder.

"What'd you turn around for?" Luke whines.

"Cause I'm changing, duh," you grumble, pulling the t-shirt off. Before you can pull the devils tee over your head, Luke is wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling your back against his bare chest.

"I wanna see all those pretty marks I left on your pretty tits," Luke smirks, breath fanning over your neck, causing a shiver to shoot down your spine.

"Luke!" You gasp, cheeks heating as you smack him in the chest, "Don't be so crude!"

Luke chuckles, nipping sharply at your earlobe, "You're acting like I didn't just have my dick inside you less than an hour ago,"

"Why'd you have to say it like that?" You mumble embarrassedly, hiding your face against his shoulder.

"Like what?" Luke smirks, knuckles brushing the underside of your boobs, you squirm in his hold, thighs clenching as his fingers skim over your ribs and down your sides He tightens his arms around your waist, keeping you still against him as he trails soft kisses along the curve of your neck.

"Luke," his name comes out a desperate whine, "Luke, I don't have anymore in me,"

"You sure angel? I think I could get one more," he smirks, his hands trailing back up your torso to knead at your hickey marked breasts.

"Lukey please," a soft man spills from your lips as his thumbs flick over your pert nipples. You aren't even sure what you're begging for anymore.

"How 'bout we make a bet? Hmm?" His teeth graze the sensitive skin at the crook of your neck and shoulder, "if I can get one more orgasm out of you i'm throwing out that rangers shirt, and if a can't, i'll never say anything about it ever again. Sound good angel?"

Luke pinches your nipple between his thumb and forefinger and takes your answering whimper as a yes. He tugs your soaked panties off, throwing them somewhere across the room.

He shimmies his sweats and boxers down his thighs, freeing his straining cock from the confines of the fabric. He gives his length a few quick pumps, before he's lifting your hips and guiding you down on his cock slowly. You whimper against the skin of his neck, body still sensitive from earlier. He stops when your hips meet his, a pleasureable burn shoots through your core as you stretch to accommodate his length.

Your reach around the back of his neck, fingers tangling I'm the curls at the base of his neck, while your other hand clutchs at his thigh. "You can move," you whisper.

Luke presses a kiss to your shoulder as he fucks up into you at a steady pace. "Feels so good angel, so tight and wet for me," he murmurs as he kneads at your tits. One of his hands trail down your stomach, and slips between your legs. Two fingers stroking your slit, and finding your clit with ease.

"Lukey 's too much," you whimper, back arching against him, as his strokes your sensitive bundle of nerves.

"I know angel, I know," Luke coos softly, " But you're doin' so good for me, so pretty, so sweet."

He nudges your legs wider, hit thrusts going deeper than before. Your moans and gasps seem to echo off the walls as Luke finds your sweet spot. Your fingertips dig into the muscle of his thigh as you clench around him. You can feel his lips tilt into a smirk against your sweat slicked skin.

"Let go for me, angel," he commands, voice dripping with honeyed love.

With his sweet words added the combination of his hands on your clit and breasts and his dick brushing the deepest parts of you, your release crashes over you like a tidal wave. Luke follows right after, filling you up with his warm release.

You go completely boneless against Luke, legs shaking with the aftermath of pleasure. He whispers sweet nothings in your ear while his hands dance over your torso in soothing patterns. Your eyes flutter closed as his hands continue their soft motions. Across your torso, over your thighs, up your arms, everywhere he can reach.

"Gonna pull out now, angel," he whispers. His hands grip your hips as he lifted you off his softening cock. He deposits you gently on the bed and presses a kiss to your forehead. "Be back in a sec."

You hum in acknowledgment, shivering at the loss of his warmth. A warm damp cloth against your inner thighs makes you jolt in surprise. "Sorry, love," Luke murmurs with a sheepish smile. He deposits the cloth in the laundry bin and grabs you a new pair of underwear while you grab the discarded devils t-shirt and slip it over your head.

"How 'bout we forgo the shirt all together," he grins, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

"You insatiable horny bastard," you grumble, rolling your eyes as he slips under the covers beside you.

You cling to him immediately, wrapping your arms around his neck, fingers delving into his hair, while you tangle your legs together. Luke's hands snake under your t-shirt, rubbing soothing circles into your hip and back.

"For the record," Luke yawns, tucking his face against your hair, "you look much better in devils red, and im burning that stupid ass rangers shirt tomorrow."

"Luke Hughes, so help me god you are not burning a shirt that my father gifted me." You scold, poking him in the chest for emphasis.

Luke pouts,"But babe, I won our bet,"

"I never agreed to any bet." You say, with mischievous twinkle in your eye.

Luke opens his mouth to argue, but as he recalls the events that happened, it hits him that you never agreed yo anything. His mouth falls into the shape of an 'o', and you kiss him on the cheek with a smirk.

"Also, just so you know, my dad didn't onky buy me Rangers merch. Thanks to him, I also own Sharks, Blue Jackets, and Blackhawks stuff.

Luke looks at you in utter disbelief, "are you fucking kidding me?"

You giggle, and press a kiss to his lips before tucking your face agaisnt his chest, "I love you Luke, Goodnight."

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This is my first time writing smut 🤠

Don't mind me while I throw away my phone away for the next 3-5 business days.

Anyways, I hope yall enjoy...

[bumblesimagines]

One More Hour

Request: Yes or No

Pronouns: He/Him/His

Summary: As a child, Jace learns the hard way not to mess with his young uncle, Aemond. However, as growing man, he can't help the newfound curiosity.

CW/TW: Targcest/incest (Jace and reader are uncle-nephew), typical Got and HOTD warnings, Jace might feel OOC, takes place in s1, unknown age gap but Jace is like 18/19 and (Y/N) in his early to mid twenties, kinda cheating? (Jace and Baela).

AAHEEEM.

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Jace could do nothing more than stare at his plate with his fists resting over his thighs, one ear listening to the annoying whispering from his uncle while the other desperately tried focusing on the conversations floating around the room. The tension had lessened significantly since everyone first settled down at the dining table for the first time in many years but it did little to prevent Aegon from being a bother. It certainly didn't help that across the table sat his other uncle, (Y/N), who watched the two of them with immense amusement. 

He'd changed since Jace last saw him. No longer a child on the verge of teenagehood but a man-grown talented in sword fighting and the art of making ladies swoon. His silver locks looked vibrant in the warm candlelight and each time Jace glanced upward, his grew captivated with the twinkle of his violet eyes. (Y/N) appeared poised, relaxed and content, with a cup of wine in his hand that he occasionally sipped from as dinner continued. His eyes flickered between observing Jace and checking on his twin, Helaena. 

Jace still vividly remembered the only proper interaction he'd ever had with (Y/N), for the Targaryen often kept to the library or hung around his twin whilst she worked on her embroideries or played with bugs. The two never strayed too far from one another, so much so that it'd surprised Jace when he'd heard the news of Helaena and Aegon's wedding. 

It'd been a warm day full of joy and wonder as Jace and Luke had welcomed their newest baby brother into the family, a sleepy little newborn by the name of Joffery. Of course, despite the wonderful addition to their family, Jace and Luke had plotted with Aegon to prank their uncle, Aemond, whose dragon egg had refused to hatch in the cradle. It was a subject of teasing for them all, harmless and playful in Jace's opinion, but it seemed like not all believed a clumsily put together wings on a pig and offering it over to Aemond had been a fun prank. 

Roughly fifteen minutes had passed and the boys all continued giggling and laughing about it, recounting the look on Aemond's face between snickers, when the door was pushed open and in walked (Y/N) with Helaena trailing behind, her hands cupped and cradling a spider. She barely batted an eye at them, even when (Y/N) strolled up to his older brother and slammed his knee into his groin, only muttering quietly to herself about things the boys couldn't quite understand. 

Jace's amusement in Aegon's pain as he toppled over with a low groan was short-lived, as (Y/N)'s hand curled into a fist and swiftly connected with Jace's jaw. He'd landed the hit well and hard enough for Jace to topple onto the floor as well, crying out in pain as he held a hand to his slowly bruising jaw. Little Luke had attempted to jump to his brother's defense but his smaller frame was easily pushed onto the floor and angry tears sprang into his eyes.

In the end, Rhaenyra and Alicent had argued over who was in the wrong whilst King Viserys lectured them on fighting outside of training. 

But Jace thought of the interaction often, thought of how cool (Y/N) had looked bringing his brother to his knees so easily. Even though his jaw tingled each time the two made eye contact, Jace couldn't help the awe that bubbled in his chest. (Y/N) appeared fully in his element, only observing and providing little input throughout dinner. Regal and with looks that spoke for themselves, such as the one he sent Aegon that forced the older boy back into his chair with a scowl. Otto smiled approvingly. The favorite of his grandchildren, Jace assumed. 

Dinner, however, ended with an outburst covered up to be a speech from Aemond with thinly veiled insults. Their parentage had always been a sore topic for the Velaryon boys and his temper got the best of Jace, prompting him to lash out and cause a stirrup that forced the night to end with all the children instructed to head to their respective bedchambers. 

Jace, of course, fumed all the way to his and Luke's temporary shared bedchambers, although he couldn't find a wink of sleep in his simmering anger and humiliation. Luke had already nearly been brought to tears when their blood had been put to question for courtiers to see by Vaemond Velaryon, they hardly needed a repeat. So, when sleep proved to be a hopeless desire, Jace slipped out into the halls and reacquainted himself with them until he noticed his uncle leaning against the railing of one of the balconies. 

"Uncle," Jace greeted him quietly, the chill of the cool night air bringing goosebumps to his skin. (Y/N) spared him a glance, his attention more captivated by the sky. When Jace squinted through the dark and clouds above, he noticed the silhouettes of two dragons flying together, almost playing from the soft rumbles and half-hearted nips. "Dreamfyre and Grey Ghost get along well, it seems."

"Sometimes I wonder if they're bonded, as Helaena and I are." (Y/N) responded, his voice gentle and soothing to the ear. His eyes tracked the two dragons until they disappeared well above the clouds, finally diverting his attention to his nephew. Jace swallowed under his keen gaze. "The hour is late, Jacaerys, yet you are up."

"So are you." 

"You've seen my reasons." (Y/N) nodded toward the sky. "What are yours, little prince?"

The heat that enveloped his face surprised Jace. "I... I could not sleep." He answered, and hoped the darkness around them hid his reddened skin from the Targaryen. Not many brought such a reaction to him. Sure, there were pretty ladies at court who caught his eye, his newly betrothed among them, but such intense heat...

"Aemond only meant to anger you and you gave him precisely what he wanted. He wishes to get even for what happened in our youth now that he's capable of protecting himself." The rings adorning his fingers glimmered in the moonlight, drawing Jace's gaze to them before it flickered back to his face.

"We were children." Jace insisted. 

"But not toddlers incapable of knowing right from wrong." (Y/N) lifted his brows and Jace fell silent, cheeks puffing out slightly when he scoffed quietly. The Targaryen reached out toward him, fingertips grasping his jaw and running along it until they reached the exact spot his knuckles had met years prior. He grinned. "I taught you a lesson because of it, didn't I, sweet nephew?" 

Jace shivered, unable to tell if the goosebumps were still from the cold or his touch. The cool metals of his rings pressed against Jace's warm skin, the designs engraved in them leaving marks when his hold tightened. His instincts screamed at him to pull away, to create distance between himself and (Y/N), for the gleam in his violet eyes only spelled trouble. Jace remained still, however, unable to break away from the trance.

"Velaryon seed is strong," (Y/N) murmured, his hand moving to touch the brown strands Jace had inherited from his real father, from Harwin Strong. He'd accepted it long ago. He was no fool. If Laenor Velaryon had truly been his father, he and his brothers would share the signature Targaryen look; those beautiful silver locks. "You are no Velaryon, Jace. But your mother's blood makes you a Targaryen." 

"I was raised Velaryon." Jace nearly growled despite the feelings swirling inside him. "My father, Laenor, cared for us-"

"Fuss all you want, Jace. We all know the truth." (Y/N) clicked his tongue and drew closer, hand slipping back to grab his jaws again and hold them, fingertips sinking into his skin with an iron grip that'd likely leave questionable bruises. His lips curled upward in some twisted mix of delight and curiosity. "You may not be Velaryon but you are pretty. I'm sure Father would've insisted you and I wed if you'd been born a lady." He leaned in close enough for their noses to bump and whispered lowly, "You would've been swollen with a babe by now if that'd been the case." 

Jace gaped at him, heat spreading through his body like dragonfire and making his breeches abruptly feel far too tight. His brows knitted together and his hands flew up to slam against (Y/N)'s chest. His uncle willingly released him and stepped back with a short laugh that echoed through the hall. "What makes you think I would've wished for that?" He bristled despite the redness on his cheeks and aching in his stomach. 

"Look at yourself, darling nephew," (Y/N) cooed, invading Jace's personal space again and forcing him against the railing, the roughness of the stone pressing against Jace's palms when he clung onto it. A strangled gasp escaped the brunette when (Y/N)'s hands grasped the underside of his thighs and lifted them, pressing Jace against him. Jace failed to swallow the whimper in his throat when (Y/N) moved his hips against him. Fear invaded his veins at the realization (Y/N) could easily push him over the edge and into an untimely death but it mixed deliciously with everything else. 

"You-"

"What is it, Jace? You look so red." (Y/N) snickered. He truly was the brother of Aemond and Aegon. "Imagine what sweet Baela would think if she saw you like this. I'm sure she'd be horrified and humiliated by her future husband." 

"Fuck you." Jace spat, the grooves and bumps in the railing digging into the skin of his hand. (Y/N) quirked a brow and released Jace's thighs, making him stumble as he regained his footing and released a heavy exhale of relief. His uncle clasped his hands behind his back and chuckled again.

"If that's how you feel, nephew, then I'll bid you goodnight. Safe travels." (Y/N)'s smile morphed into one that could be mistaken for genuine and kind before he turned and headed down the hall to his bedchambers. Jace stared after him, feeling breathless and angry and so annoyingly aroused. 

Digging his teeth into his lip, he peeled himself from the railing and followed the older prince to his bedchambers, his annoyance growing at the way (Y/N) ignored his presence yet allowed him inside his bedchambers. The door slid to a close behind him and Jace's heart fluttered at the smirk (Y/N) sent him over his shoulder. Jace lunged forward, bawling up the collar of his shirt in his hands and tugging him closer, their lips slamming together and teeth almost clacking.

(Y/N)'s bit Jace's lip hard enough to draw a trickle of blood and leaned back. "Behave." He huffed at him. Jace smirked, the blood smearing on his teeth. 

"I don't think so."

It'd been a near hour later when sleep finally crawled up his spine and threatened to lull him into a deep slumber. His lips felt swollen and tinted red from blood; the skin across his body was littered with suckled bruises and teeth marks; his jaw and hips ached with a burn Jace had never felt before; his throat felt hoarse and in desperate need of rest. Thoroughly exhausted and with the events at dinner temporarily erased from his mind, just as he wanted. 

(Y/N) remained laying on top of him with his chest pressed to Jace's back and made no move to release Jace from his tight hold. Jace hardly minded despite the aching and the part of him that whined for milk of the poppy to soothe him. His cheek nuzzled against the spit and sweat-drenched pillow, hardly paying attention to anything other than the feeling of (Y/N) on and in him. 

"What a shame." (Y/N) purred teasingly, his breath tickling Jace's ear. "I thought it'd take a little more to break you."

[amazinglyashy]

Hello 👋 is it okay to make a request (if don't ignore this)

How would the LaDs men react if the player was like Spiderman (or just a superhero and the public obviously doesn't know their identity) and like they just right out figure it out and ask them abt it and then how would they daily life be like knowing this info ?

Thanks and love your writing btw!!!!!

You have my heart framing it in a way that includes Spider-Man <333 Loved him since I was like 11 LMAO I relate to him on a scary level, so you definitely got my attention there! Thank you for the request <33 I hope you enjoy!!

LaDS men react to finding out you moonlight as a hero in secret -

Rafayel -

He's absolutely offended.

Definitely thinks its a personal attack that you didn't tell him, regardless of your actual reasons for keeping it from him.

Initially, when he figures out what's going on, he does some investigating on his own without letting you know. Lord knows he's a master at digging up dirt, and his list of connections could span the globe.

So your secret isn't safe for long. at least from him.

He'll confront you immediately, and won't tell you how he figured out the information. He doesn't care if you're puzzled or perplexed at how boldly he's coming at you over a simple "hunch", but he does care that you haven't trusted him with this information.

Does he care about what you're doing? Yes, of course. He's worried you're going to hurt yourself, or worse, without him around to help you. And he'll voice as much to you when he first talks to you about your other identity.

He'll start showing up where he knows there's a particularly bad Wanderer attack, or a general major crime from humanity's own pitfalls. Any way he can help from the shadows, he'll find it and commit.

He's got your back, whether you like it or not.

Xavier -

He can't talk, and he knows it.

He knows if he did, he'd just hear about Lumiere all over again, and that's the last thing he wants.

Mutters something jealous about it under his breath when he confronts you about your alter ego, and all you can do is stand confused until he gets past whatever it is he's gotten worked up over.

He insists on helping you with it, even as you fire back at him about how overworked he already is usually- to the brink of falling asleep almost anywhere- he's pretty persistent.

Eventually will yield to your facts and logic, but he's not going to be happy to do so.

Will complain for days in little ways.

If there's every any kind of bootleg, unofficial, fan-made merchandise of you made, he's the first to snatch it up, however. Even if he was initially grumpy about it, he's always there to help you, support you, or just... cheer for you.

And hey, maybe you and Lumiere can take center stage together, one day.

Sylus -

Literally, you couldn't keep it a secret from him even if you tried with everything you had left in you.

He knew about it long before saying anything, or you having to admit to him. Heck, he knew before he even met you. He has his ways, and he knows how to use his informants to their full extent.

Sylus doesn't mind it at all, however. He enjoys making quips to you every time you leave and he knows you're going off to save the day again.

"You know, I already know you enjoy danger, sweetie. After all, you're dating me. You don't have to keep proving it with this little super act of yours. But, I'll humor you regardless, though."

Luke and Kieran are around usually, to help you if you need it or cheer for their favorite 'hero', much to your embarrassment. Sometimes you're left with just a robotic crow screaming at you from a nearby tree, confusing bystanders.

Occasionally though, you'll get a jump-scare from seeing Sylus himself standing off to the side. A little smirk on his face when he sees your expression.

He'll jump in and help you if needed, but otherwise-

He's just happy to see you shining brightly.

Zayne -

Honestly… He's probably not surprised.

He's known you forever, and he probably knows you the best out of everyone you're close to.

He knows your secrets, your personality to a T, how you react to situations- You having an alter ego that you use to help the public is definitely lower on the list of 'things that would surprise him about you'.

He'll make a passing comment to you related to a completely separate conversation implying that he knows, and you'll just have to accept it.

Not much changes in your day to day- he trusts you, he knows you can be a bit... overzealous, when it comes to helping people, but he also knows you have a pretty good head on your shoulders.

Still, if he sees you on the news as it's live and he doesn't have a patient... he'll be in his car heading your way at the drop of a hat.

He doesn't know how much he can help you with your work, especially since it's what you're good at, not him.

But at the very least, he can be present. For aid, to jump in front of you-

Even just to cheer you on.

[fandomnerd9602]

Tiger/Spider (4)

Ava Ayala / White Tiger x Spider-Man!Reader

The clock was nearing midnight. Muse stood on top of the Kirby-Lieber Building construction site, his eyes locked on the Ayala family who he had strung up by a cable high above the concrete ground.

“You should rejoice” he intoned to the family you held so dear. “Whether it’s splattered upon the pavement or not, you shall be witnesses to my magnum opus. My masterpiece”

“Artists are remembered after they’re dead, asshat” Angela remarks.

Muse approaches the crane lever, “one more word and I’ll drop you early. Soon enough my targets will be here. Spider Man and the White Tiger”

Angela’s eyes went wide.

You, Ava, Matt and Luke Cage pulled up outside the construction site in Frank’s old beat up black van.

Matt readies his batons, “(Y/N) and I will distract Muse.”

“I’ll get my family” Ava states.

“And I’ll work on helping Spidey and DD get Muse into position” Luke cracks his knuckles. “Looks like Christmas is coming early this year”

Muse spotted you and the Defenders approaching.

“Luke Cage,” he muttered, “I have just the solution”

Muse pulled out a small detonator and clicked it. Boom! The entire corner support seam on the bottom floor exploded.

“Muse is trying to bring down the whole building!” Ava yelled.

Luke ran to the falling support beam and wedged himself underneath. “Go!” He said through gritted teeth. “Get the hostages and get out fast!”

With little time to think, you grabbed Ava and webbed a line to the top floor. You began running up the side of the building. Ava jumped off your back, using the claws in her gloves as leverage, running up the side of the building with you.

Matt shot up a grappling line and made his way up too.

You speak into your comm set, “the plan hasn’t changed. Moving to phase two!”

“Copy” the gruff military voice of Frank Castle spoke.

You and Ava landed on the top floor and readied yourselves. Muse held the release button for the cable holding the Ayala family. Angela’s eyes went wide when she saw Ava decked out in the full costume. Even with the mask on, Angela knew it was her cousin under there.

“Spider-Man and the White Tiger.” Muse calmly said. “You kept your end of the deal”

“Now keep yours” you growled. “Deliver the Ayala family to me safely”

“I never said that I’d deliver them safely. They are still part of my magnum opus”

Click! The cable holding the Ayala family released. Time slowed down for you and Ava. Both of you took off in a mad sprint. You charged at Muse. Ava ran right for her family.

Ava dived into the open air, grabbing the cable with one hand and throwing a grappling line to the crane above. The sudden stop of holding both wire and family nearly ripped her arms out. Ava screamed in pain but she was not about to let her family fall.

You attacked Muse with all the fury of a man who lost everything. You punched him several times in rapid succession. You webbed a steel pipe to you and smacked him square in the chest with it, screaming at the top of your lungs. Muse pulled out a gun and shot. You slammed that pipe into his arm and disarmed him.

However the bullet careened towards Ava, narrowly missing her but breaking off a piece of her mask.

Ava winced a little as half of the mask fell past her family and towards the city below. Her eyes wandered down to her family. Their eyes all looked back up at her.

“Ava” Tia Soledad look at Ava in utter shock. Angela looked to her cousin with tears of joy.

Ava gave them a nod, “hold on!”

Matt jumped up from the side of the building and began fighting Muse with you. The two of you covered each others’ weak spots and slammed your fists repeatedly into the artist, pushing him towards the side of the building.

The cable began slipping from Ava’s grasp, the metal biting into Ava’s fingers. She looked around and saw the story below her had an open window.

“Don’t clench up!” Ava said as she swung with all her might before letting go of the cable. Her family screamed they were flung right thru the open window and landed safely.

Ava landed a split second later and helped untie them. Soledad hugged Ava close, crying as she saw her face.

“Mi tigresa” Soledad gently whispered through her tears. Angela just hugged her cousin tightly.

“I’m gonna get you all out of here” Ava gently guided them towards the construction site elevator, setting it for the first floor “I’ll explain everything later! I promise”

You and Matt kept wailing on Muse. Muse slammed his foot into Matt’s kneecap, breaking his leg.

Muse sliced you clean across the chest with his knife, throwing you off balance. He grappled Matt and threw him clear away from you.

Muse tackled you to the floor of the construction site.

Muse wrapped his fingers around your throat, squeezing the life out of you.

“Did you really think you could take on the greatest artist in the modern age?” Muse growls, “with a little fist fight?”

“It…was…never that,” you say, you could feel your eyes practically bulging out of your skull. “I was just the distraction.”

Muse looked in confusion. A red dot appeared on his chest.

The next building over, Frank Castle laid there in sniper shooting stance, his 50cal rifle locked and loaded.

“You’ve been punished, motherf—“

Blam!! The bullet careened thru the night air and hit Muse square in the chest, ripping a hole through his heart.

Muse stumbled, his breathing became labored. Ava ran in and kicked him square in the stomach.

The “artist” was sent flying off the edge of the building. His body landed right in the nearby spiked fence. Muse could only look at his own blood as it spilt out. “B-Beautiful” was his last words.

You hugged Ava tightly, just relishing the fact that it was over. You and Ava were finally done with Muse.

“Guys” Luke Cage said over the comms, “building. coming down. Can’t hold much longer”

You grabbed Ava and swung clear of the building. Matt jumped and shot a grappling line to a nearby building. Luke got out without a scratch on him.

You all landed on the nearby building where Frank was already putting away his rifle. “Just like the old days,” the gruff man said. “The Defenders. Still never cared for the name”

“We’ll work on it” you smirked.

“We?” Ava smiles at you, wrapping her arms around you.

“No one else I want to do this life with” you smiled as you pulled her in for a kiss.

A simple gesture, a kiss, but it held so much promise with it. Promise of a new day, a new life with you, Ava, and your little daughter.

To Be Concluded…

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[mortalscience]

criminal minds 18x07 all the devils are here thoughts behind cut (SPOILERS)

OH MY FUCKING GOOOOOOODDDDDDDDD I AM UN FUCKING WELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

FOR SO MANY REASONS!!!!!!!!!!

FIRST OFF THE GARVEZ!!!!!!! I'M!! I'M DYING!!! SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP!!! LUKE KNEW PENELOPE NEEDED HIM AND HE WAS THERE FOR HER LIKE HE ALWAYS IS, AND THE WAY SHE CLUNG TO HIM AN DN DNASDA GJIASKLDJSLA. I MEAN THE WAY HE JUST CAME INTO FRAME IN THE BACKGROUND BLURRY AT FIRST THEN COMING INTO FOCUS AS HE CAME UP BEHIND HER AND SHE COULD JUST SENSE HIM THERE AND SHE FELL INTO HIM AND HE SQUEEZED HER TO HIM!!! HELLPPPP I CAN'AT BREATHE

*deep breaths*

...

WHAT ELSE HAPPENED LMAO I'M TRYING TO REMEMBER

okay but the reason penelope was SOBBING INTO LUKE'S SHOULDER was actually so horrible, she tried her hardest but she could not save tate andrews from a horrifying, painful death. THAT IS SO FUCKED TO DO DO MY PENELOPE. ;_; help her luuuuke, help herrrrr.

OKAY. yknow what the FUCK else had me unwell was these MOTHER. FUCKING. SPIDERS. so uhhh I'm EXTREMELY arachnophobic. LMAOOO. first off they kept jump scaring me with the spiders suddenly on the screen and then I would have to look away/close my eyes and wait until my boyfriend said it was safe to look at the screen again. yes i am a grown woman. i can't do it!!! I CAN'T DO SPIDERS!!! penelope was onto something with the acid shower cause i'm about to do that myself.

related to that because of my extreme arachnophobia, the indepth look at the ingested sicarius spider kill technique literally made me feel fucking SICK. watching that guy fucking die and vomit up bloody spiders, i am just. PHYSICALLY ILL. EVEN THINKING ABOUT IT. this is the worst, most horrifying episode of criminal minds ever. to me.

voit's "oh fuck you" to tyler LMAOOO. hilarious actually. i mean frankly everyone's crazy to think tyler could just get over it that easily and go on to work with voit problem-free? tyler really shouldn't be questioning voit at all hahaha

speaking of voit, such good stuff this episode!! loved the further development on how his regained sense of empathy has changed him. the 'cleansing' scene with him and penelope was so great. i love that she is the one to help him try to come to terms with who he was but also who he wants to be and who he CAN be. obvs he'll always be a serial killer - but if he chooses to Be Good then he can spend the rest of his life Doing Good. it won't make up for his insane crimes, but it's literally the least he can do, spending the rest of his life helping instead of hurting others.

and the fact that penelope is the only one that can make elias smile??? like a genuine smile???? good. yes. love. penelope is always so fucking good at that. SHE CAN REACH ANYONE.

LUKE THE BOMB EXPERT AT IT AGAIN!! my boyfriend was like "why is luke doing all this bomb stuff, why don't they get the bomb squad out here" and I was like LUKE HAS A *LOT* OF BOMB EXPERIENCE OKAY??? lmfaooo.

love baby profiler tyler cutting his teeth and papa pasta guiding him through it, but tyler is still unsure about himself. it's ok baby boy you'll get there.

"you'd never know that the ultimate predator is the one you least expect" - elias talking about sicarius spiders but I'M TAKING THIS AS AN OCHOA IS THE DISCIPLE HINT.

speaking of, I was super suspicious of Evan but also thought it was a likely possibility he was a red herring and it looks like that was the case. is he dead already?? lol. rip evan?

penelope mentioned red rover last week, and this week luke mentioned red rover. it's confirmed, they are fucking and also sharing a brain cell.

tara and jj making the break in the case! and a fun jj, tara, and penelope on the computer scene! they're all so cute and i love them. one of the few non-anxiety-inducing scenes in this entire episode

cyrus showing up live really threw me for a loop for a second before i remembered duh, deepfake, voit developed a whole deepfake system for baugate haha. the show totally tricked me for a minute, i was like HOW IS THIS GUY NOT DEAD. and i'm convinced it was ochoa cosplaying as cyrus because she's the only one that would know elias well enough to manipulate him so well and pull all his strings. to be able to reduce him back to that abused little boy.

loved the little moment when luke and tyler came back and tara comforted luke and emily comforted tyler.

and of COURSE the other thing that's got me unwell is TARAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. the next episode is gonna be killer. MY BABY TARA.

takeaways:

THIS EPISODE WAS SO HARD ON PENELOPE HOLY SHIT.

GARVEZZZZZZZ LIVESSSSSSS

MORE CONVINCED THAN EVER OCHOA IS THE DISCIPLE

I'M GOING TO BE PHYSICALLY UNWELL FOR THE NEXT 3-5 BUSINESS DAYS

[brainddeadd]

Halloween Party

The New Jersey Devils' Halloween party was destined to be anything but normal. You knew that from the moment you walked into the venue—a rented-out lounge decked with fake cobwebs, jack-o-lanterns, and strobe lights—only to be tackled by a very enthusiastic Jack Hughes in full Spider-Man gear.

“Y/N!” Jack yells, wrapping you in a bear hug and lifting you off the ground. “You made it!”

“Put me down, Spidey,” you laugh, squirming in his grip.

Jack grins under his mask but finally sets you down, brushing invisible dust off your costume. “What even are you supposed to be?” he asks, squinting at your outfit.

“I’m a vampire,” you say, flashing the plastic fangs you barely managed to keep in.

“Cute.” Jack winks, slinging an arm around your shoulder just as Nico Hischier—dressed as a very convincing pirate—walks up, giving both of you a fond, exasperated look.

The lounge is packed with players, staff, and their partners—everyone dressed to the nines in goofy, spooky, or downright ridiculous costumes. Luke Hughes stands by the snack table, inspecting a bowl of candy with the kind of concentration you usually only see him use on the ice. He’s rocking a cowboy hat, boots, and a vest that’s way too small for his frame.

Dawson Mercer, meanwhile, has gone all-in with a werewolf costume, complete with fluffy ears and a tail that keeps smacking people as he walks by.

“I swear to God, Dawson,” you mutter, swatting at the tail when it brushes your arm again. “Control that thing.”

“It has a mind of its own!” Dawson defends himself with a mischievous grin.

As the night progresses, the chaos only multiplies.

Nico keeps trying to convince everyone to join him for a game of beer pong, insisting that pirates have an unfair advantage because they’re “naturally gifted at throwing things.” You’re not entirely sure that’s historically accurate, but no one argues with him.

Jack somehow convinces half the team to start a limbo competition—using a hockey stick, of course. Luke crushes it, his height somehow not being a disadvantage for once, though he nearly trips over his boots at the end.

Dawson, in typical Dawson fashion, sneaks up behind you at one point with a fake severed hand, pressing it to your shoulder.

You jump and swat him again. “You’re asking for a punch, Mercer.”

“Worth it,” he laughs, scampering off before you can retaliate.

The highlight of the night is, without a doubt, the costume contest.

You watch as Nico steps onto the makeshift stage, adjusting his pirate hat dramatically. “Arr, mateys,” he says, clearly enjoying himself way too much. “Who dares challenge the captain?”

Jack boos from the crowd. “Your hat’s crooked, Captain Fraud!”

“At least I didn’t dress as Spider-Man for the third year in a row!” Nico fires back, making everyone roar with laughter.

Luke takes the stage next, tipping his cowboy hat. He pulls out a toy gun from his holster and blows on the barrel dramatically, earning a mix of cheers and teasing catcalls from the crowd.

When it’s your turn, the boys start cheering before you even reach the stage.

“Y/N! Y/N! Y/N!” Jack chants, getting the whole room to join in.

You roll your eyes but strike a dramatic vampire pose, hissing playfully at the crowd. Nico, Jack, Luke, and Dawson lose it, clapping like you’ve just scored the winning goal in a playoff game.

“Best costume ever,” Dawson declares loudly, like a proud big brother.

After the contest wraps up (Nico wins because, as Jack puts it, “the pirate hat has plot armor”), the team settles into smaller groups, chatting and dancing to the Halloween playlist someone threw together.

Jack stays glued to your side for most of the night, making sure no one gives you too much grief—though he’s not above throwing in a little teasing himself. “You’re lucky you have us,” he jokes. “Otherwise, these guys would eat you alive.”

Nico walks by, overhearing. “We’re protecting you from them,” he says, tilting his head toward the crowd of rowdy teammates. “Not the other way around.”

You laugh, but you know it’s true. These boys are chaos incarnate, but they’re also fiercely protective. And if that means surviving a Halloween party filled with ridiculous costumes, bad jokes, and limbo competitions—well, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

The night winds down with Jack flopping onto the couch beside you, half-asleep but still grinning like a kid. “You have fun, Y/N?”

You smile, leaning your head on his shoulder. “Yeah. Thanks for dragging me here.”

Jack gives your shoulder a gentle nudge. “Anytime, little sis.”

Nico, Luke, and Dawson join you shortly after, each collapsing into the nearest seat. The five of you sit there, surrounded by the aftermath of the party—empty cups, candy wrappers, and a whole lot of memories.

And as you glance around at your chaotic, overprotective teammates, you realize there’s nowhere else you’d rather be.

[xoxochb]

can I request some silly shenanigans with Leo Valdez x Daughter of Hermes reader?? Or really any of the Riordanverse boys (EXCEPT LUKE BECAUSE SIBLINGS)

— prank book! ꣑ৎ‧₊˚.

warnings: none just silly fluff! pairing: leo valdez x daughter of hermes a/n: this photo from pinterest is where the inspo came from!

“my brothers showed me this. It’s their prank book, it’s like a gold mine”

you open up a binder filled to the brims with pages written completely with black pen. leo’s eyes scan the pages, searching for his next mischievous plan, but you’re quick to shut it before he gets too much information

“do you really think I would let you read this? It’s sacred and strictly only for the eyes of hermes cabin. however I could one I think you would like and I want to execute it”

you open the book back up and flip through the pages until you find one. there’s a photo of a hair clip and you know exactly that it had been yours before the stolls got their hands on it. you roll your eyes and take it out to show leo

“what the fuck is that?”

“It’s my old hair clip. looks like a spider doesn’t it?”

“this is you’re ’awesome prank’ you were raving about?”

“athena cabin, hello! they’ll totally have a heart attack, c’mon I know where to find this”

you stand up from your bed and walk over to travis’ nightstand drawer where you find your hair clip sitting inside. leo walks over to you and takes it from your grasp

“so what are we gonna do with this?”

“hide it in cabin six then get an athena kid to find it. super simple stuff”

“well, let’s do this”

you hurry out of cabin eleven, and luckily, all the campers should have been at lunch by now so cabin six was empty for the time being. you sneakily walk inside with leo following close behind

“who’s bed should we put this on?” you whisper

“oh, annabeth, definitely. yesterday she was trying to prove me wrong and-”

you walk away before he has the chance to finish his nonsense story. you place the clip perfectly into a spider-like position on her pillow. you smile proudly and stand back to admire your work

“what do we do now?”

“we wait and hide”

you grab leo’s hand and drag him to sit on the side of one of the beds to wait for your victim to arrive back at the cabin. for fifteen minutes you wait, until finally your eye catches on a head of blond hair walking in. you clamp your hand over leo’s mouth and with your other making a shushing motion to tell him to be fucking quiet!

and he obeys your movements, silently watching as annabeth picks up a notebook and sits down on her bed. leo removes your hand from his mouth and whispers, “she doesn’t notice it”

you cover his mouth again. “well, wait a damn minute!“

he pouts and continues watching. and finally, annabeth turns herself to the side to grab a colored pen, but presumably in the corner of her eye she sees the spider looking hair clip, she screams and jumps up from her bed. you and leo burst into a fit of uncontrollable laughter, and when the blond girl sees you both you’re in for a unpleasant awakening

“what the fuck is wrong with you two?!”

[gl00mt0mb]

Peter Parker head-cannon that I believe whole heartedly without doubt

After the events of Spider-Man homecoming Peter starts to stray away from superhero’s like the avengers and more towards local vigilantes

It’s not purposefully they just understand how he operates and have mutual respect for him as a fellow vigilante. He finds it easier to work with them with the lack of power dynamics compared to the Avenger missions or orders from SHEILD.

He still sends his regular voice messages to Happy more out of habit then anything thinking no one actually listened to them

—Except for the fact that after the vulture incident his messages are no longer going to his point guy but rather Tony Stark himself.

He never really specifics what’s going on other then a name drop or two, mostly for story telling purposes.

This result in Tony sitting in his workshop at various points trying to decipher the foreboding messages he keeps getting at random hours of the night from this high-school superhero. Stark is convinced that these are kids at school Peter knows because he simply can’t imagine Spider-Man knowing other hero’s that aren’t avengers approved.

(Little snippets of the priorly mentioned voicemails that totally happened because I said they did)

• “Eddie has a giant sweet tooth, one time we were at this restaurant and they ran out of dessert and goes feral! Like they jumped in the fish tank and bit a lobsters head clean off! They might be diabetic or something but it’s rude to ask,”

• “Oh yeah and then Matt and me like made a run for it but it was kinda hard since everyone was shooting at us and Matt’s like blind right? Well not really, but everyone thinks he is so we have to keep it on the down low, especially since the police were walking towards us. So we steal this cat off the side of the road and it’s dark so I just make it a little red webbing vest and pretended its his service animal-“

• “I met Jesse a while back and she’s really cool, anyway we were stalking this one guy a friend of hers knew, and get this! He was totally cheating on his girl with the barista. —Also he ran an illegal gambling room— but the cheating part was insane!”

• “Like sure —Frank scares the shit out of me— but this dog he rescued from a fight club thing is sooooo adorable, I’d kill a man for her. I think Frank already has?”

• “Imagine my surprise when Marc ends up actually being Steven! Steven’s a really good guy it’s a shame he’s British…but he helped me study for my anthropology class so I’ll let it slide,”

• “I wanted to watch Carmen Santiago with her but, Felicia is such a kleptomaniac, I swear I can’t take her anywhere without her trying to pocket my life’s savings in stolen merchandise-“

• “I mean, I don’t have any siblings? but Luke has this weird soap opera style drama with his brother and they had a huge fight! He threw Luke off the side of the bridge because of this argument about who was the favorite as a kid? I don’t really know the whole story but regardless I don’t mind being an only child-“

• “So I call Johnny to ask which flavor he wants but he won’t answer the phone because the giant loser is probably setting himself on fire for attention again-“

• “Kate’s mom kinda sucks, she got arrested for like I don’t know embezzlement and attempted murder or whatever rich people do when they get taxed, But her almost dad lets me use his swords so it’s not all bad.”

• “No and then me and Danny were supposed to get on this flight together but we kinda started freaking out because we were both orphaned due to a plane accident so we just had to catch an uber instead which made us mega late.”

• “And the whole trip was super fun until Wade got us stopped at the security gate because he wouldn’t leave his illegal shit at home. That led to the guard lady realizing the passport you got me was fake, so now I’m sitting in the middle of an interrogation room, and I’m scared they’re gonna deport me. I’m not sure where because I was born in Queens but it’s a real concern-“

• “I meet the strangest guys in the sewers tonight? They were in a fight club and the amount of pizza they ate was obscene, it might’ve…been a gang actually since they had a lot do weapons but I’m willing to look past it since they obviously had some more pressing issues to deal with. Like whatever skin condition they have that made them turn green.”

• “Ughhh— I told Stephen that I needed to borrow one of his books but the guy won’t budge! His library is humongous and I can’t check out one little journal for my Greek mythology unit?”

[hadesisqueer]

Miles Morales? Suuuuuuuch a fake Spiderman fan. I bet you can’t even name 127 Spidermen in alphabetical order of nationality off the too of your head.

Jokes aside, have you ever noticed how many traditionally black superheroes have electrical/lightning powers? Like, others do exist, like T’Challa and Luke Cage, but it’s definitely wild that the most popular ones tend to have electrical powers. Like, did Miles really need that?

God Anon, at first reading the first few words I thought you were gonna be one of those people who say "Miles isn't the real Spider-Man (Peter Parker is)" and I was gonna jump you, sorry.

And honestly, up until you pointed out I hadn't noticed, but holy crap you're right? Black Lightning, Storm, Miles-- damn, even Electro in The Amazing Spider-Man films? What is up with that trope?

[descaladumidera]

COLOR WHEEL CHALLENGE

Yeah, nobody thought I'd be able to finish this, including me. So. Yay for me? Even if they're low-effort drawings.

Daredevil

Spider-Gwen

The Punisher

Nightcrawler

Jessica Jones

Iron Fist

Luke Cage

Spider-Man

ID in alt text and under the cut.

[ID:

Nine pictures.

The first one shows a completely filled Color Wheel with eight drawings.

The red part shows Daredevil, the pink part shows Spider-Gwen, the purple part shows the Punisher (Frank Castle), the dark blue part shows Nightcrawler (Kurt Wagner), the light blue part shows Jessica Jones, the green part shows Iron Fist (Danny Rand), the yellow part shows Luke Cage, and the orange part shows Spider-Man (Peter Parker).

The next eight drawings are the single characters.

The first one shows a drawing of Matt Murdock as Daredevil in his red comic suit. He is shown from the waist up, his lower body cut into a triangle shape. His body is turned slightly away from the viewer and his head is raised as if he is looking up.

The next one shows a drawing of Gwen Stacy as Spider-Gwen in her white, pink, and black comic suit. She is shown in a typical Spidey crouch, one hand on the ground, the other ready to fire a web. Her lower body cut into a triangle shape. She is facing the viewer straight on.

The next one shows a drawing of Frank Castle as The Punisher in in his skull shirt and long leather coat. He is turned slightly to the side but looking at the viewer, holding an assault rifle in both of his hands. His lower body cut into a triangle shape.

The next one shows a drawing of Kurt Wagner/Nightcrawler in his red-and-black X-Men suit, including the white gloves and shoes. He is jumping, his left arm outstretched, while his right one hangs lower, bringing his right hand level with his feet. His tail is swishing around his body, coming out in front. His lower body cut into a triangle shape.

The next one shows a drawing of Jessica Jones in her trademark leather jacket. She is glowering at the viewer, arms crossed, a light scowl on her face. Her lower body cut into a triangle shape.

The next one shows a drawing of Danny Rand in his green Iron Fist suit, including the yellow mask, yellow gloves, yellow belt, and the yellow dragon on his chest. He is turned to the side, both hands up, balled into fists. He is holding one fist in front of him, while he is pulling the other back, ready for a strike. His lower body cut into a triangle shape.

The next one shows a drawing of Luke Cage in his trademark yellow shirt. He is facing the viewer straight on, his arms crossed in front of his chest. His lower body cut into a triangle shape.

The last one shows a drawing of Peter Parker as Spider-Man in his red-and-blue suit, including the mask. He is turned to the side, body in a crouch, while is head is turned up. His right arm is extended behind him. His lower body cut into a triangle shape.

End ID.]

[paprikashpannash]

PJO Characters as things I did/happended with me when I was little

Percy Jackson - when I was 5, I was swimming in a lake and a huge fish jumped into my arms, making me let out the most horrific scream ever

Grover Underwood - when I was little I kept putting bugs, worms, spiders, snails and stuff like this into my pockets to "save them from humans". And then I even brought them into our house. You can guess what happended when I was excitedly putting every single of them on the couch to introducte them to mom

Annabeth Chase - I went to a grammar competition as a joke and ended up winning it. Period

Reyna Avila Ramírez-Arellano - I was one of those girls, who kept playing that they're in a magic world with pegasuses, unicorns and other magic-horses and we had elemental powers (I had Earth powers. THIS TELLS MORE THAN YOU THINK)

Piper Mclean - Once one of my guy classmates jumped on my back and I flipped him over into the ground as a reflex then just walked away

Jason Grace - One of my friend's brother got into the hospital because he was wearing his headphones connected to his PC with a cable when a lightning struck into their house and I made a joke about it in hope to cheer her up (I failed)

Leo Valdez - In a summercamp my friendgroup and I wanted to make a campfire and I almost set a tree on fire. Lucky us we had a bottle of water with us just in case

Frank Zhang - From 1 to 4th grade my homeroom teacher was my relative and I just casually called her mom sometimes

Hazel Levesque - In 7th grade I threatened a guy to beat him up if he's continue being rude and in 8th grade I did tried to beat him up after he made a teacher and a few of my classmates cry. The principal told us to stop, but the guy literally ran into the principal and shoved him against a shelf because "it's none of his business to stop a fight" and then he ran out of school without any of his stuff and disappeared for half a day. We still doesn't know what he did during that time

Luke Castellan - My class hated a teacher SO MUCH that we started to write down the rude things she had done into a notebook I had. Once during a lesson the teacher said something pretty rude about us not doing our tasks so I just casually took the notebook out and started writing down what she says. Because I was sitting in the last row, the teacher only saw that I was writing and she thought I'm doing my task so she started praising me and calling me a Golden Child for being the only one who does the tasks, listens to her and has good grades and behaviour. I even got a 5 (that is equals with an A in my country) for my "work during the lesson"

[lixy-u]

Oooh i want tony and peter being happily engaged and going to adopt a scares and shy 3 months puppy!!!

Answer : Okay, “happily” means happy ending. You got this, Luxie, don’t screw it up. And a scared puppy ? That will be so cute ! This will be kind of a follow-up of my Daily dose of Starker #3 I hope you don’t mind. 

Also when I was describing Tony, there was one scene where I got inspired by James Mcavoy in atonement. His eyes were captivating, there were exactly no words that could ever describe how his eyes are. 

Note : BLACK WIDOW IS NOT DEAD HERE ! Tony and Bucky are on okay term here. 

This is not as good as I want but I tried my best here.

_____________

It’s a night like any other day. 

When the moon starts to replace the sun and all the street lamps are lit up, it’s the time for New York’s dearest vigilante swinging around Queens in the familiar blue and red suit. 

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“Spider-Man !”

The vigilante shot back a friendly salute. 

“Hm ? He seems to be carrying something in his hands.”

“Is that so ? I can’t see it to be honest.”

The vigilante extended his hand, another web came out pushing him further into the air, soon enough the Tower came into his peripheral perspective and his eyes lenses squinted expressing his happiness. 

Thwip

He let his body free-fall, gaining the momentum and leap off to the air-!

A perfect 360. 

The blue and red on his suit blurred in one and another, his spandex suit hugging so tight on his athletic figure further elevated the hidden strength behind the said frame to the next level. The vigilante basically “flies” amongst the skyscrapers seeing how fast he had moved, all NYC loves him and he knows it.  

Sneaky as a spider. 

Quickly, he landed on the Tower top-floor where Tony had been waiting for him with medkits, snacks, towels, all had been prepared in advance for him. There's even a small workshop nearby ready in use to fix his suit. 

His heart is suddenly filled with warmth. 

Tony is an old romantic guy, his charismatic personality can be deceiving and his words is not trustworthy but Peter knew it was all but an act that Tony Stark show to the media, his love lies within his action, perhaps no one can understand but his confession screamed louder than any vapid-air “I love you”. 

Thwip

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Peter landed on his make-shift web, staring down at Tony. 

Tony felt his jaw-dropped a bit, he almost drooled.

Seeing Peter standing firmly on his web, the moon high above in the sky behind his back reflecting on his figure sent his brain to overdrive, his mind clouded and he found himself lost in haze. The soft moonlight highlighting his muscles created an illusion of a dream that Tony swore can rival David alone - Gosh, that slim waist, sweet cheeks, pretty face.

All his. 

“Rapunzel, Rapunzel, open the window” Peter jumped down and walked to Tony’s side. 

Tony broke into a laugh, he felt like his cheeks hurt, has he been smiling like an idiot? 

“Where does that even come from ?”

Giggles

“Well you know, Mr.Stark, you’re handsome and living in the tallest Tower of all NYC which kind of makes you Rapunzel.” Peter answered, taking the towel and snacks from Tony’s hand, he mouthed a thank you in which Tony responded with a kiss on his jaw. 

“And you are the prince charming ?”

“No, I’m Peter Skycrawler(Luke Skywalker).”

“...”

Sometimes Tony wondered how his soon-to-be husband could kill the mood so easily then he remembered how long Peter had taken to realize that Tony was INDEED flirting with him. That was a long way and Tony certainly didn’t want to be reminded how his long years of playboy had failed him miserably. 

“But you’re my Princess Peach though” Peter gave him a peck on his cheeks, “Miss you Mr.Stark”

“Miss you too, Mr.soon-to-be Stark” Tony shook his head in defeat.

Tony scooped him up in a hug as Peter put both his arms around Tony’s neck, their forehead touched, eyes locked to eyes. Peter was about to say something more when his heightened senses picked up a slight movement, he stopped, gave an excuse and darted towards the bathroom as fast as he could. 

“Pete ?”

“S-Sorry, Mr.Stark, I-I just remembered I have something”

“Wai-”

Before Tony can finish his words, Peter had disappeared inside one of the guest rooms.

Peter breathed out in relief. 

He placed the backpack down and opened it. A blur ball of fur jumped out made Peter fall backward, the fur ball was too excited as it licked his face endlessly. 

“Woof !”

“Yes, yes, I know buddy.”

There on his chest, a fur ball of black and white.It's a 3 month old border collie with an odd circle on his chest and a goatee(?)This puppy was found near the construction work when it had wandered too far due to hunger and thirst. 

Peter sat up, he placed the puppy down but clearly it does not want to be separated from him as it keeps coming back on his lap. Peter smiled, his hands went to its ears and started petting the cute puppy. He looked back in his backpack and how lucky, before he went home he had passed by the supermarket to get some pet supplies including dog treats, a bed, a potty and several toys to keep this bundle of fur busy. He had even carefully texted FRIDAY and told her to elaborate beforehand, when he’s not here she will monitor the puppy and keep him safe. 

“Buddy, you’re going to stay here, okay ? But I need you to…um, tone down a bit, we don’t want Tony to know about you okay ?” The puppy nodded his head, his ears bouncing on top of his head made Peter’s lips curled into a small smile, “Good boy” He scratched the odd circle on his chest, the puppy woof in response. 

Then he went outside and closed the door. 

Throughout dinner whenever there’s a bark Peter would kiss Tony to distract him, Tony knew that his soon-to-be husband was hiding something from him but he didn’t question it because he trusted Peter enough to wait for Peter to speak about it when he’s ready. But that didn’t stop his brain from working on any possible scenarios, his eyes secretly searching for Peter injuries or anything out of place. 

“Pete sweetheart, if there’s anything… You would tell me right ?” Tony put down his fork and looked at Peter, his eyes full of concern, hurt and lost. Peter remembered those eyes, Tony had the exact same look when he was dusted in his arms on Titan years ago. 

“Of course, Mr.Stark.” Peter placed his hand on Tony’s, he intertwined their fingers. 

Tony huffed. 

“You’re still calling me “Mr.Stark”, how long will it take for you to call me anything else ?”

Peter smirked, he brought Tony’s hand to his lips. 

Choo~

“I thought you prefer me moaning “Mr.Stark” in the bed more than"Tony "."

“...Okay, that’s hot” Tony grabbed his waist and pulled him in. His voice low whispered in his ears, Peter didn’t need to look to know that his ear was all red flushed, he felt exposed. 

“But I also prefer you call me Tony too.”

Tony buried his face into Peter’s crook, his arms went down hugging his waist like he wanted to engrave and trap him in embrace, so eagerly. 

“Tony…”

Peter went to touch Tony’s left cheek with his hand. He was met with a grasp from his lover, Tony brought his hand to his mouth as he started to nibble on to his ring finger where his engagement ring was, his teeth prickled on his knuckle and he pressed down a worshipful kiss on the ring. 

Peter felt hot when Tony looked up to him with the most adored eyes he'd ever seen. His brown eyes filled with love, his pupil loosen the more Tony looked at him, eyelashes fluttering weakly and his eyes became glassy til Peter can see his own reflection in his lover’s brown eyes. He was drunk on his lover’s eyes, his breath hitched as if he was hypnotized. 

His other hand went up, and cupped Tony’s face.

“My princess Peach”

Tony’s shoulders trembled trying to hold back a laugh.

Gosh, his Gen Z soon-to-be husband.

“Amore mio”

Their bodies lapped to each other as they started to sway to the music. 

“I really should have practiced my steps more if I want to dance at the wedding.” Peter sighed, he looked uneasy. 

“No need to worry, baby, just follow my steps.” Tony cupped his face into his hands.

This is the eyes, the eyes that steadied his heart after coming back to Titan, the figure threw himself to hell. His hero. So he nodded. No words were needed. He knew he could trust this man with his life. 

__________

Tony squinted his eyes in annoyance, he quickly brought his arm up to shield him from the light and ultimately decided that his work can wait a few more minutes to give him enough time to kiss and snuggle with Peter some more, Tony turned to his right. 

What meeting him instead of Peter was a ticklish feeling ? Tony opened his eyes. 

There laid between him and Peter is a 3 month old puppy. 

???

Woof

“Yes, I know you can bark.” Tony quickly sat up, confusion written all over his face. 

“FRIDAY ? H-how did this little guy get in ?”

“Peter brought him in last night”

“Is that so…” Tony gently picked up the puppy, he admitted it’s a very cute one with an odd goatee(Does puppy have goatee) that somehow shaped like his iconic goatee and a circular shape black like on his white fur chest like again somehow lined up with his arc reactor. 

The puppy noticed his staring, it immediately barked in protest but when he looked up, it just flicked its big ears off to the side. 

This attitude…

“Boss, lil guy looks like you. Except he’s adorable, and boss isn’t.”

“Thanks FRI”

“You’re welcome for the daily ego’s scratches.”

Tony turned to his lover.

“Pete, Pete…wake up.”

Soon, Peter woke up, still sleepy that he leaned on Tony’s shoulder for support and buried his face further into Tony’s chest trying to search for a more comfortable position to sleep in. Tony chuckled, he circled his arm around Peter’s lower back to help him. 

“Yes…?”

“Who’s this lil guy ?”

“Hah?” Peter blinked.

Woof

The said lil guy heard his voice and jumped into his lap, Peter smiled and picked him up.

“Hello there,” He pet the puppy happily.

“It seems like you found him, Tony.”

“Yes I did.” Tony sighed, “What’s happened ?”

“Well…I found him when I was on my patrol yesterday, he was near the construction site wandering in hunger and thirst so I took him here. I had tried to find a shelter for this guy but all the shelters are full and they said they will have a place for him if I can bring him back in a couple days so I figure it won’t be a huge problem if I brought him to the Tower for some days…”

“Is this the reason why you were being a little jumpy and sneaky yesterday ?”

“Yes…You notice ?”

“Yes I do, you nearly scared the shit out of me, Pete. I thought you were injured and trying to hide your injuries or something.” Tony’s eye brow furrowed. 

“I’m sorry, I was afraid you wouldn’t say yes…” Peter looked down, his voice got smaller.

“That is true. In any normal occasion I would support your decision with my whole heart but taking care of something…is hard, I’m Iron Man and you’re Spider-Man, we both know we won’t have enough time to take care of him, let alone the puppy this small, there would be so much.”

“I know Tony but I really couldn’t leave him alone, MJ and Ned are away and Aunt May left with Happy for their honeymoon. I just need a couple of days before the shelter can find a place for this little guy…” Peter took Tony’s right hand into his and let the puppy took his right hand. 

“Pretty please? You won’t leave Mini-Tony alone out there right ?”

Puppy eyes x2

Tony knew he could never win whenever his baby brought these eyes up, hell, his baby took full advantage of it. He knew he had Tony wrapped around his fingers.

And now there are even a second pair of them. 

Day 0 : Succeeded 

_____

Earlier Peter had left him to go on patrol. So now Tony-no self-preservation-Stark has an impossible mission : The puppy. 

Tony didn’t want to disappoint Peter so he tried but my god-! This fur ball barely weighs anything but he is so good at causing problem weight twice his own mass. 

When he worked alone in his workshop, the lil guy had mistook his favorite screwdriver as a toy and hid it somewhere that FRIDAY didn’t want to tell him just to mess with him, he really shouldn’t have let Peter mess with her code now she’s on his side when he was the one who created her. 

He ended up searching for 3 hours. 

Tony never really got insecure with his age after Peter repeatedly reminded him that he will never leave him, that he still finds Tony attractive despite his creases but today he got hit with the harsh reality, his back is killing him after the endless pursuit. 

He looked over his shoulder, the culprit is enjoying himself over the dog treats he gave him. 

Sighed

It’s time, Peter will be home soon. Tony made his way to the launching pad with all the necessities laid out ready for his boy. 

Like usual, Peter landed with a cheesy quip and only…one peck on his cheeks ?

Tony looked at the scene before his eyes. Peter swooned over Mini-Tony and showered him with love, he even got the guy a new toy while kissing his head. 

They moved to the kitchen, Peter still refused to leave the lil guy down, instead he brought him onto his lap and started feeding him. Tony stood there munching on his food like a dry-oiled robot, eyes glaring at the puppy. And the said puppy even had the AUDACITY to look back at him, ears flicked to the side and nibbled on Peter’s hands. 

Later on, when it’s finally bedtime Tony laid on his bed ready to cuddle with his soon-to-husband without the puppy. But his smile soon faded when the said puppy jumped on their bed and settled between him and Pete. 

So now Tony laid there. 

Ah yes, me, my soon-to-be husband and his Mini-me-puppy-version. 

Day 1 : Tony vs Puppy, Tony 0 - Puppy 1

________

The Avengers came to visit their old friend as per their usual old-buddies-bonding time. 

And before Tony could even say anything the puppy just got out and wagged his tails like he saw his longtime friends which quickly got the Avengers melted, Steve picked the lil guy up and Natasha pet his head. 

Clint quickly jumped up and down in excitement, Vision, Wanda and Bucky all walked to Steve’s side to play with him. 

“Who’s this lil guy ?” Bruce asked.

“Pete brought him temporary because the shelter are full” 

They turned to him and looked at him with questioning eyes “How dare you not adopt him yet” when he said it's only temporary.

“Traitor”

He hissed the word towards Peter who was currently rolling on the floor because he could not stop laughing. 

Peter pet Mini-Tony on his lap. 

“You’re quite a charming guy, aren’t you ?”

Woof

Tony looked at the puppy with uncanny resemblance to him, black and white fur blended together with an odd goatee around his mouth and a circle shape on his chest, even his personality, sassy, flirty when he’s around Peter and a huge pain in the ass when he’s near Tony. Dare he say a professional trouble maker ? 

Peter couldn’t help but kiss Tony when he saw his soon-to-be-husband sulky face.

He smirked at the puppy. 

Tony vs Puppy, Tony 1 - Puppy 1

Woof

Woof 

The puppy bit Peter’s sleeves, he kept on tugging him until the attention shifted towards him and Peter placed two kisses on each of his ears. 

The puppy looked at him with his innocent eyes. 

Day 2 : Tony vs Puppy, Tony 0 - Puppy 2

______

Peter came back from patrol.

He got injured. 

Peter got injured. 

His lover-his soon to be husband is injured. 

Tony sat down on the floor, back against the wall as those words kept on repeating in his mind. 

His three piece suit soaked in dry blood, his hair disheveled, Tony sat there curled himself into a ball. His world - Peter is in there, laid vulnerably on the operation table, Gosh. 

It’s all too familiar. 

His vision became foggy, his breath shortened, his lungs burning and all four of his limbs trembling uncontrollably, his pupil dilated when his mind was thrown back into the vast illusion where his old wounds were being pricked on. 

When did it all go wrong ?

Peter went on patrol tonight, he got ambushed and-and poisoned because Tony wasn't there. 

His baby, his world got ambushed. 

It feels wrong

Tony clutched his heart, uncaring how his expensive Armani suit got wrinkles.

When did it all go wrong ? 

When did his world start to crash down ?

A wet and sticky feeling launched on his leg, Tony looked up. 

Two figures laid there with their hands grabbing on his leg, their figure soaked in blood, not so far away he saw an old car model burning in flames, soon his airways filled with smoke making Tony cough, the flames rose more and more, it quickly spread towards him and grazed slightly at his cheeks as if it wanted to eat him. Their faces melted due to the heat, blood dripping on the floor as they tried to crawl on him. 

I know you

I’m sorry

“I’m sorry”

Woof ! 

He got pulled aside. 

Tony woke up.

He’s back to the medbay’s corridor. 

He looked to his left, the puppy sat there patiently waiting for him to come back.

“Thanks buddy…” Tony smiled bitterly, he pet the puppy head. 

He stared at the puppy, now that he has time to really look at this lil guy other than sulking and try to compete(no Tony does not stand that low). This lil guy right here looked like him a lot, Tony brought the puppy into his lap and wrapped his arms around the fur ball. 

Hugging this look alike puppy, it feels like hugging his own past.

His parents didn’t allow any other interest than just study and the continuation of Stark Legacy, because according to his father “Stark men are made out of Iron”, they don't have a heart. So when he asked for a companion, a friend Tony used to meet with disappointment. 

Mini-Tony barked at the operation room door. 

“Don’t worry, he will be okay”

They waited for another 2 hours when Bruce finally stepped out.

Both Tony and MIni-Tony quickly got to his side, one bark, one ask. 

“I-Is Pete okay ? I-is he-”

Woof ! Woof ! 

“Jesus, slow down Tony. His condition is stabilized right now, he will recover quickly now that the poison could be burned through his metabolism”

Tony felt like he could breathe again now that the burden on his shoulder is lifted. 

Mini Tony wagged his tails

“Yeah, I know buddy.”

Day 3 : Tony vs Puppy, draw

______

Today’s weather is quite nice so they’ve decided to all have a picnic at the park nearby. 

Peter took care of the snacks, Tony remembered what to bring and Mini-Tony’s job is to be cute. 

They spent time taking a stroll near a river and settled down by a giant tree, Peter unpacked the basket they brought and helped Tony put down the picnic blanket. Tony laid on Peter’s thighs while the latter was more than happy to feed his lover with the snacks they’ve packed. 

Mini-Tony also laid down but his energetic personality wasn’t the most suitable for this type of activity, he rolled on his belly and back again and again. 

Both of them laughed.

“What an amazing puppy you are.” Peter said.

“Right ? Mr.Stark.”

“I suppose so.”

“I wonder if the shelter is available now, it's been quite sometimes. If not then…” Peter started to massage his lover’s temple. 

Tony opened his eyes and looked at the puppy, he was then met with black cute eyes, something soft unveiled in his stomach and Tony sat up to bring the puppy on his lap.

“Guess we’ll have to keep him for some more time…”

Tony didn’t hear Peter’s response so he turned to his side, seeing the cheesy grin and sparkling eyes - Ah, he got tricked. 

“Pete, you didn’t plan on giving him to the shelter at all right ? You even got FRIDAY into this, set up the Puppy protocols to bring up all the things that I should buy, what to do when I need huh”

Peter didn’t deny, he giggled.

“How can I ? I want all the “Tony” I can have, human Tony or puppy Tony. He needs a home and you need someone” Peter pushed his head into his crook, englobed him into his warm embrace. 

“How can I really leave him if he's this cute, this brilliant like you.”

“You know, you could have asked and I’ve said yes to you. You know I could never deny you, baby” Tony huffed. 

“Yes, I do know but what I need is your want too, Tony, I’ve noticed you’re just kinda zoned out when I go to patrol and…and it kinda scared me like I might lose you, the thought of losing you killed me everyday. I know it’s been hard on you, what you’ve gone through, your uncertainty when I asked your hand for marriage, Tony, I saw it all…” 

Peter cupped his face. Tony saw the exact face whenever he saw Peter coming back from patrol. 

“And I want to protect you too, I’m Spider Man. Your soon to be husband is Spider Man, I won’t leave you easily, won’t die and will never betray you. I want to be here for you like the way Tony Stark is there for Peter Parker, like the way Iron Man is there for Spider Man when I finished my patrol.”

“I want Peter Parker to be able to protect Tony Stark. What kind of husband am I to ignore the pain in your heart? I know you can’t change the past but at least I want you to heal, Tony Stark deserved to be healed, to be loved.”

Tony saw it all. He's seen it. 

The fear, the hesitation, the insecure - it’s all to familiar. 

He realized Peter is as insecure as him in this relationship. 

He is as afraid as Tony. 

He wants to be by his side as much as Tony wants to be his.

Both of them have been tip toe enough with one and another. 

“I know we both want this marriage to last forever a-and I can’t stand the thought of you leaving me…because you don’t feel enough, it carves a hole in my heart.You’re all I have and I’ll give you all I have.”

His eyes became blurry, his head rang and he could feel his body sway, these last words managed to stun him, making his head go haywire. 

In a moment of daze, out of the corner of his eyes he can see the small, weak, young Tony stepped out of his closet and smiled so brightly to him. 

Tony knew what he had to do now.

“I-I love you…” Gosh, he choked those words out, Tony Stark is so brave, “Forever and ever”

This time he believed in a fairy tale, if there's a godmother fairy out there he wishes that this could last. Because Tony Stark is a good boy. 

Day 4 : Tony vs Puppy, draw

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The next day, both soon-to-be-husband lovebirds started to sign adoption papers for their puppy, when all the health check-ups were done and it's time to name the puppy.  

“Adrien Edward Parker-Stark.”

Woof

“No question, Stark men (puppy) is made of 6 kg dog treats and 0.5 arc reactor” Tony picked up the puppy and took one of his paws and taped it on the adoption paper. 

Peter giggles non stop. He stared at the collar’s pendant that shaped like an arc reactor.

Woof

Woof

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WHAT THE FUCK IS A KILOMETER ?! *eagles noises*

[underoospeterparker]

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jj maybank x spiderman!au, 1k words

hurt/comfort, angst to fluff, swearing

You sat on the sofa in the Chateau, surrounded by Kiara and Sarah while you drank from your beers and chatted. A realisation struck you suddenly and you turned to Kiara.

"Kie, where's JJ?" You asked her, slightly worried that your boyfriend hadn't shown up yet. He was normally always at the Chateau and if he wasn't, it meant something was most likely wrong.

Kiara shrugged, then turned over on the couch to face you and Sarah, beer on her lap. "Dunno," she replied, "but I heard him telling John B he had to go home for something."

"Shit," you whispered. Sarah nodded along with you. JJ's dad was violent. Violent enough that he would beat up his son and not feel even slightly guilty about it. "I'm gonna go check up on him," you said, placing your unfinished bottle on the table, "is that okay?"

Sarah smiled. "Go ahead." You looked to Kiara for confirmation. She rolled her eyes and gestured to the door playfully.

Once you were outside, you let out a breath that you'd been holding in your lungs for far too long. "(Y/N)!" John B called to you from the porch steps. You turned around, and he asked, "where're you going?"

"Need to find Jayj," you replied, a grim look on your face. John B nodded. "Can I take the Twinkie?" You gave him and Pope your best puppy dog eyes, and John B finally relented, throwing you the keys. "Thanks, JB."

He smiled at you. "Don't thank me. Just go find JJ, okay?"

Even Pope looked worried, lip caught between his teeth, no matter how much he tried to hide it. "Tell him hi for us," Pope yelled to you in the distance, and you gave him a thumbs up.

-

"JJ, you come back here right now!"

He slammed his house door shut, ignoring his father's angry shouts as he jogged to an alley out of view. He slung his backpack off his shoulder, and unzipped his bag, changing into his suit as quickly as possible.

JJ hid his bag behind a dumpster with his mask in hand. He jumped from rooftop to rooftop while trying to put his mask on with one hand, the other shooting webs as quickly as the tiny device would allow him.

People on the streets stared, pointing up at him as he moved quickly on top of the buildings. Many pulled out their phones from the pockets to record him as he swung past, and JJ grinned under the mask, even throwing up a peace sign in one of the selfies.

He made his usual rounds, but nothing very interesting was going on. JJ started to head back to his house, but stopped when he saw the Twinkie parked outside and you walking up to the porch steps, hesitating and looking around with a worried look at your face.

"J?" You called, a frown tilting the corner of your lips down. Your boyfriend watched as his dad swung the door open, cigarette between his lips, staggering down the porch steps. You retreated, stumbling on your shoelace before you steadied yourself.

You nodded. "Luke," you acknowledged him, "you seen JJ?"

Luke frowned. "No, I haven't seen the little shit." He looked confused. "You know where he is," he came to the conclusion, reaching towards you.

"No, I don't, dumbass," you replied, clearly not scared of him. "Why the hell else would I come to you?"

JJ's dad's hand reached for your throat, tightening until your airway was completely blocked up and you were gasping for air. He squeezed your neck.

"You know where he is," he repeated dumbly, a psychotic grin spreading across his face, his hold faltering, "and you'll tell me right now, or-"

Out of nowhere, Luke was kicked straight into the dumpster, and his hold on you released. You collapsed to the ground, desperately trying to get air back into your empty lungs.

From the corner of your eye, you realised it was none other than Spiderman who had come to your rescue. The masked vigilante that had been swinging across Outer Banks ever since John B's dad had disappeared.

With one of your hands braced against the ground, your other came up to your neck to gingerly touch at the bruise. You let go, wincing, as you heard a soft thwip and Luke was tied up, unconscious.

Spiderman knelt in front of you, the black triangles that resembled his eyes peering at you, almost concerned. Then, he reached up to his head and pulled the mask off entirely, and it was none other than JJ.

You gasped in both shock and pain when he pressed at your neck gently, tilting his head so he could inspect the bruise. "'m sorry, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice soft. "You doing okay?"

You looked at him, mouth agape in shock, unable to form words. "What the hell, JJ? You're Spiderman?" You managed, stuttering, your words unfinished.

JJ's face softened even further, if that was even possible. "Yeah," he said, sheepish. "Couldn't tell you, honey, or it would put you at risk. Needed to keep my girl safe, alright?"

At this, you relaxed, and he pulled you into a hug. You rested your head against his chest, his heartbeat a soothing sound to your ears. JJ stroked at your hair gently, scratching at your scalp until you went lax in his arms. You heard a grunt, but it wasn't from JJ. You pulled back, both of you turning your attention to Luke.

JJ's dad blinked his eyes open, his gaze going straight to JJ. He sighed. "Now, what the actual fu-"

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

Tickletober Day 4: Hide and Seek

Fandom: Star Wars (The Original Triology)

Pairing: Han and Leia (romantic) Luke (platonic)

Summary: Han finds Luke hiding in the cockpit of his ship and discovers it's because a certain princess dared him to a game of hide and seek.

(Set after A New Hope ❤️ :))

It had been a quiet day. A rarity when you were fighting against a power such as the Empire.

Han liked it and hated it at the same time.

He liked the break in the stress. Yet he also hated sitting still in one place.

To keep his mind and hands occupied, Han decided to go back over the control panel to make sure everything was in working order. The smuggler made his way to the cockpit of the Falcon.

Han sank into his chair with a sigh. "Alright darling, let's take a look."

"Should I leave?"

Han jumped and turned. "Wow!"

"Sorryhy," Luke apologized.

"Luke, what are you doing in here?" The smuggler flicked the younger Jedi's forehead. "Other than scaring me."

"Ow! I'm hiding."

"From what?"

"Leia."

The smuggler raised an eyebrow at the younger Jedi.

"She and I are playing a game."

"What? Hide and Seek?"

"Yes actually."

Han gave his friend a look.

Luke sighed. "She and I were talking about our childhoods and it got brought up how both of us used to play hide and seek."

"So you decided to re-live your childhood?"

"Well, she kinda challenged me."

"Oh did she now?"

The blond haired kid shifted up. "She said she was better at the game since she grew up with more places to hide."

Han pinched the bridge of his nose. "That sounds like Leia."

"I had to prove her wrong."

"Why am I not surprised?"

"I grew up on a desert and managed to hide from my Aunt and Uncle all the time!"

Han turned back to the younger Jedi. "Why here of all places?"

"Cause this'll be the last place she wants to come look."

"That's extremely rude of her," Han muttered.

"What do you mean?"

"Not important." Han motioned to the windshield. "Why did you choose to hide in the one place with a window?"

"Because I can keep a look out for her when she comes."

"But won't she see you?"

"Not if I scrunch down."

"Why don't you just use your Jedi mind stuff to track her?"

"It doesn't work like that."

Han placed his chin on his fist while his elbow rested on the panel. "It never does."

Luke scowled. "What do you know."

"A lot of things."

While the younger Jedi rolled his eyes, Han noticed a flash of movement near the cockpit entrance. When he glanced up, he saw a figure raise one finger to her lips.

Han's eyes quickly moved back to the Jedi next to him. "Question for ya kid. How well do you think your plan's going to work?"

"I'm not a kid." Luke looked out the windshield. "And pretty good. I've been here a while."

Han didn't move his eyes as he watched the slim figure creep toward the copilot seat. "How long?"

"Atleast an hour."

"Seriously?"

"What?" Luke turned back to the older smuggler. "I told you it was good."

"Mh-hm."

The blond haired Jedi squinted at Han. "What?"

The older smuggler watched the slimmer figure behind the chair squat down. "Nothing."

"You're hiding something."

"I'm not hiding anything."

"Yes you are. Your face says it."

Han scoffed.

"It does! Your hiding somethiIIIING!"

The older smuggler jumped forward. He pinned Luke's wrists to his chest while Leia continued pinching along Luke's sides.

"Ha! I win!" The princess teased as she spidered her fingers along Luke's ribs.

"Cheateher!"

"Liar!"

"She got you fair and square kid." Han kept the Jedi's wrists pinned with one hand so he could attack his stomach with his other hand. "Can't argue with that."

Luke dissolved into loud laughter. "Don't help heher!"

"You chose to hide in my ship, you don't get to choose who I help."

As the two bickered, Leia spidered her smaller fingers along Luke's neck. "Yeah!"

"Squeak!" The blond Jedi turtled into his shoulders. "Hey!"

Han snickered as he continued digging into Luke's stomach. "So the Jedi who's supposed to save the galaxy can't even handle a little tickling?"

Luke snorted. "Gehet ohoff mehe!"

Leia traced her fingernails along Luke's ears. "Aww, that was adorable."

The Jedi desperately tried hide his ears in his shoulders while still shaking his head. "Whhhhy!"

"Good question." Han paused his tickling. "Why are we tickling him?"

"Don't know." Leia also paused her tickling. "Just seemed like the thing to do."

Just as Han opened his mouth to respond, Luke planted one foot in the older smuggler's chest and shoved him back.

"Oof!" Han stumbled into the pilot's chair.

"Ha!"

Leia dug into Luke's lower ribs.

"WAIT! WHYHY ARE YOU AHATTACKIHING MEHE!"

"Just cause."

"Aw Princess." Han stood. "Didn't know you cared."

Leia paused her tickling. "I don't."

"Could have fooled me."

"Don't you have something more productive you could be doing instead of insulting me?"

"Don't you have something better you could be doing instead of playing hide and seek?"

"It's called stealth training."

Han patted the top of her head. "Of course it is."

Leia whacked his hand away. "Why you stuck up little . . . !"

"Sound it out Princess. You'll get there eventually."

Leia's face turned bright red as she glared at Han. She let out a growl before promptly stomping out of the Falcon.

Luke peeked at the Princess's retreating form. He then turned back to Han. "I'm guessing thehere wohon't behe a round 2?"

Han shoved Luke out of the copilot chair.