#the amount of times he’s accidentally killed a spider and then so gently tried to nudge it with his paw to make it move again is

[inkykeiji]

there is this massive moth that has been tormenting wesley (my cat) since 4am ._. i think he’s ruined the poor thing’s wings because it can’t fly away and it’s moving very slowly, but also it won’t allow me to put it out of its misery because it keeps hiding behind the bookshelf the moment i come wielding a sneaker in hand :c

anyway good morning dead dove alastor piece being posted tonight!!!!! <3

[lailannajacobs]

War of Hearts

Pairing: Loki x fem!Reader

Request: Hiya! Could you do a Loki X Reader body swap fic? AND Hey! Can you do a fix where Loki is doing some spell or magic and accidentally ends up switching his body with the reader. Sexual innuendos maybe? ;)

Warnings: Mostly fluff, maybe a tinsy, weensy pinch of angst?

Word Count: 2.9k

A/N: I’ve never written a body swap fic before, so to the two wonderful anons who requested this, I hope it’s at least a little bit close to what you had in mind! It was a fun challenge for me and I hope you guys enjoy! What love to know what you think! <3

Loki was bored. Absolutely, no doubt about it, going-out-of-his-mind bored. And everyone else - well, everyone he could tolerate to be more specific - had other, more important things to do. And Loki…well he was on house arrest. According to Captain Goody Two Shoes, disguising himself as a falcon and pecking the Bird Man with his dagger-sharp beak violated the terms of his agreement with the Avengers. Good behaviour meant he wasn’t their prisoner. Apparently bad behaviour meant house arrest. But really, it had all been in good fun. No one had gotten seriously hurt.

After an uneventful morning, Loki had thought that maybe he would have been able to convince the Spider Boy to spend the rest of the day sparring with him, but the child had a date. The moment Loki had seen that stupid little grin on his face, he knew there was no convincing the Spider Boy otherwise.

His first and best option, the Scarlet Witch, was mission bound for another day. It was no secret that she distrusted him, but at least she was powerful and had an inkling of common sense - unlike the majority of the other agents in this tower. She had gone off with YN, one of the few other people Loki didn’t mind so much.

Loki wandered down the halls, trying to find something to do. His book was predictable, he had already gone for a run, and he wasn’t tired. He was itching to get out and being cooped up on one floor did nothing to stifle the excess energy he had drumming under his skin. House arrest, without a single intelligent soul around, was proving to be an annoying punishment.

Before he realized where he was going, he found himself in the kitchen, scaring off new Shield recruits with nothing more than his presence. Loki smirked. Some things never failed to satisfy him.

But the feeling didn’t last long. Once again left to his lonesome, Loki began to play around with his magic, finding comfort in the familiar hum resonating through his body. He didn’t pay much attention to where the magic went as he made himself dinner, mindlessly letting it ebb and flow through and out of him, transforming it and drawing it back in. Although his body went through the motions, chopping carrots into tiny pieces, his mind turned inward, falling further into the abyss of himself and the soothing whirlwind of his magic.

Then the kitchen door banged open. Loki lost his grip on the magic, feeling it spiral out uncontrollably as it threw him to the ground and the world immediately went black.

The kitchen blinked back into view, but Loki couldn’t understand how he had landed so far across the room. He tried to move, but immediately knew something was wrong.

He looked down at his body; a body that wasn’t his own.

He was in a woman’s body. But the change in gender wasn’t what had let him know he wasn’t in his own body. After all, it wasn’t everyday he looked in a mirror and saw a man staring back. No, what had tipped him off was that he recognized this body. This body belonged to YN. But if he was in her body then that meant…Loki found his own body crumpled to the floor, the knife he had been using mercifully far from his body. He wasn’t sure how his body would have fared a stabbing with a mortal inside it.

Unfortunately, Loki wasn’t quite aware what the rules were for trading bodies.  The only thing he was certain of was that she’d have to be the one to change them back now that she was in his body. He crawled over to her, not trusting himself to stand in this body that wasn’t his.

Cupping her face - his face - gently, he lifted her head from the awkward position on the floor, “YN. YN? Are you all right?”

She barely stirred and his heart began to race. Had he just killed her? His palms began to sweat, and he had the impression that his heart had lodged itself far up his throat. He wiped his hands on her combat suit. Stupid mortal body.

Shaking her with more force, he refused to admit that anything terrible had happened to her…well anything other than having switched bodies with him. When her eyes finally fluttered open, he let out a breath he hadn’t realized he had been holding in. Loki smiled when he noted that the colour was not the usual green he saw in the mirror. They said that eyes were the windows to the soul, and the soul in his body wasn’t his, which meant neither were those eyes.

When she registered what she was looking at, she panicked and backed into the kitchen counter, hands reaching for her knife. Little did she realize, it was jammed uncomfortably against his leg at the moment.

“YN, it’s me,” He blurted, then realized she probably had no idea who ‘me’ was. Just because she was one of the few people he tolerated here didn’t mean that she had any particularly good feelings towards him, “Loki.”

The silence seemed to draw on forever, but he knew she believed him when she narrowed her eyes dangerously, “Loki. What the hell have you done to me?”

He paused, not quite sure how to answer. Rather than try to, he backed away from her, figuring he was overcrowding her by being so close. She was alive. He had no reason to be there anymore. But now, he only felt cold and a strange pain in his arm.

“Loki, I swear I’m-” She stumbled as she tried to stand, and looked down at her body, then seemed to realize for the first time that she was in his, “Give me back my body. Now.”

She forced herself to stand, and although it was clumsy at first, she quickly found stability. He would have been disappointed if she hadn’t. Following suit, he stood, immediately hating that she was the one who now towered over him. As if sensing it, she smirked - the kind he used to terrify all the new recruits.

“So, this was an accident.” It wasn’t a question.

He crossed his arms over his chest and briefly noted that she had cut herself - himself? - across her forearm earlier, the dried blood caked across the gash on her sleeve, “You weren’t supposed to be back for another day.”

“What can I say?” She lifted her new fingers to the light, examining them with unimpressed curiosity, “Wanda and I are quite the pair.”

He rolled his eyes, though he had a feeling it didn’t quite convey the same amount of sass as it did in his own body.

“Enjoying what you see?” He crooned when her inspection had travelled from her fingers along her bicep to her new chest and torso.

Her head snapped up before her gaze could get any lower, black hair flicking back from her face, “It’s nothing new. I know what you look like.”

“But do you really?” He approached her, his lips spreading into a grin, “Because I think that’s a lie. I know for a fact that you’ve never gotten this close. I think both of us would have remembered that.”

“Who says I want to?” She countered, though he knew she was flustered.

Her tells were now his own and she had no idea how to hide them the way he did.

He tucked her - his? - hair behind her ear, watching her eyes widen as he did, “I do. You can explore if you’d like,” He purred, “I don’t mind.”

She shook her head, “Why would I want to do that?”

He looked down at himself, at the body that wasn’t his but that he was very much appreciative of, “How can you not be the least bit curious?”

“Are you?”

“Absolutely,” He answered candidly, relishing in the surprise on her face, “I always like to know what makes another person…tick. I wouldn’t be against a little exploration of my own.”

“And what makes you…tick, Loki?” She whispered.

He stepped a little closer, tilting his head back, “Would you like me to show you? Or would you rather discover it on your own? You can take your time, Agent, I’m in no rush.”

He watched his body shiver and satisfaction washed through him, knowing that even in this body he had gotten under her skin. Sucking in a deep breath, she jut out a hip, hand placed furiously on it. He smirked at the sight.

“What I want, is my body back,” She growled, eyes widening in surprise at her own tone.

He shrugged, “Well, that’s on you, mortal. You have my body.”

“And how,” She stared down at the body as if it was a prison, “Do you want me to do that?”

“I can’t explain,” He looked back down at his arm, annoyed with her that she hadn’t healed her own body properly, “It will come to you, I’m sure.”

She let out a long, annoyed sigh, “Any words of advice, Witch?”

“You’re the god now,” He corrected, “Focus on our bodies and our souls, and it will come to you.”

He ignored the deadly look she shot him and moved toward the sink to wash off the blood. When the water touched the scratch, he hissed. He looked back down in surprise. He had experienced scratches like this, and they had never affected his own body. He had seen her come back from missions much worse, and yet, her smile had never faltered. How fragile were these mortal bodies? How had he never realized that she could be in so much pain?

Loki looked back at her, trying to get a good look at the agent for the first time since they had met, but all he saw was his own body, his eyes shut and body tense with concentration. He gingerly cleaned out the wound and wrapped it tightly with the medical supplies from the kitchen drawer. There were a few other minor scratches that didn’t need much care, but that he took care of as well.

When he began to feel a tingle go through his body, Loki knew the transfer was about to happen. He laid down on the floor, waiting to black out. Before he did, he saw his own body crumple painfully to floor and he winced.

There was a ringing in his head when he woke, and Loki knew he was back in his own body. The magic had taken a toll on his body, and the fall hadn’t done him much good either.

YN was standing over him with her hands on her hips when he opened his eyes. She was furious.

“You’re an ass.”

“An Asgardian,” He corrected, unfazed, “At least I left your body in better shape than you left mine.”

“Am I supposed to apologize?” She demanded.

He raised a brow, “It wouldn’t hurt.”

She was about to say something else but seemed to notice her arm. Glancing down at the wound, then back at him, her brows furrowed. He attempted to stand and had to hold onto the counter to stop the swaying, ignoring her outstretched hand.

Something dawned on her, and he didn’t trust the way her face softened. Looking like she was about to say something both of them would regret, Loki shook his head to cut her off.

“Don’t worry about it, mortal. I can handle a little magic backlash and a fall to the ground,” He pushed past her, knowing he had to get out of the kitchen. She had used far more magic than necessary to reverse the switch, but the fatigue wasn’t the only reason he had to leave, “Consider us even now.”

“Loki?”

He didn’t turn around. He had gotten far closer to this mortal than he had wanted to and Loki was going to get away before he made another dangerous mistake.

One Week Later

Loki was finally off house arrest. What surprised him the most was that he had actually accepted his punishment when it would have been so easy to escape. But quite frankly, it would have been more trouble than it was worth.

It had taken a few days, but Loki’s skin no longer felt too tight, like it belonged to a stranger. He hadn’t seen YN since the little incident, but he preferred it that way. On his first official day of freedom, Loki knew exactly where he was headed and was ready to get there.

“You know, for someone so powerful, you’re awfully predictable.”

Loki jolted, not having heard YN approach. He smoothed down his shoulders and twisted to face her, rocking back on his heels. Raising a brow, he motioned for her to explain.

She narrowed her eyes at him, emotions brewing under the surface that he wasn’t privy to. When she said nothing, he figured it wasn’t worth staying in the hallway waiting for nothing.

He shrugged, “If that’s that, then I’m going-”

“To Time Square,” She finished for him, crossing her arms over her chest.

He cocked his head, trying to get a better look at her. It hadn’t been what he had been about to say, but it was exactly where he planned on going. There was something about the chaotic bustle of tourists and locals that he found calming, and after his miserable house arrest, he could use a little calm. But how she knew that was beyond him.

“How-”

“How do I know?” She asked, cutting him off once again. He wasn’t sure if she was doing it to annoy him or for another reason he couldn’t fathom, but she had enough of his attention for him to tolerate it. For now. “I know that most of us will avoid Time Square if we can help it. I also know you’ve learned to thrive in situations that break most people. Do you know how I know this?”

“Because you’ve read my file?” He asked dryly, though he found her words unsettling.

“I know this because, despite your past crimes, Tony has you on our most difficult missions. And the ones that throw our plans out the window have you at the front, adapting faster than the rest of us. There is a reason you’re not imprisoned, and not all of it has to do with your brother’s generosity.”

Unsure of what to say, Loki hardened his face, burying his emotions as far away as possible, “Do you expect me to be flattered?”

She shook her head, “No, because, like I said, you’re predictable. I also know you care about the people you get close to. I’ve seen you with your brother. I’m not blind. But I also know you don’t get close to anyone.”

“YN,” Loki forced a laugh, “I believe you’re reading too far into things. I didn’t think you were this naive.”

She smirked, “And there it is. Proof that I’m right.”

“And how would you know all this, YN?” He countered.

“I,” She paused, obviously not having expected the question, “I know all this because I’ve been watching you, waiting for you to try and escape. It was what I was tasked to do. And what I couldn’t understand before last week, was why you hadn’t tried to leave.”

He grinned dangerously, “And who says I don’t have a plan in the works?”

“I do,” She shrugged when he shot her a look of disbelief, “It turns out that watching someone and getting close to them means that you actually get close to that person. You’re not leaving, Loki.”

“You’re awfully sure.”

“You wouldn’t have patched me up if you were going to leave. It wouldn’t have mattered to you.”

“That’s circumstantial,” He snarled, starting to lose the grip on his emotions.

She took a step toward him, puffing up her chest as she got up in his face, “And then you avoided me like I was a danger to your sanity. I think you care, Loki. I think you realized it the same night I did.”

“I do not,” He punctuated each word, drawing in closer so that he was invading her space.

She looked up at him, a satisfied smirk on her lips, “Really? Then prove it. Walk away right now.”

He stared into her eyes; eyes that never seemed to dim or lose their fight even when they were trapped in another body. Loki knew he should turn away and never come back. That he should push past her and keep walking until he was far, far away.

But he couldn’t.

Annoyed with the victorious smile growing on her lips, he did the only thing he could think of. He smashed his own lips to hers, not caring about being gentle, and pulled her in tight so that their bodies couldn’t get any closer. Her arms wrapped around his neck, fingers curling into his hair and he moaned, his hands travelling down to the small of her back to line up their bodies. He was about to deepen the kiss when she pulled away. He didn’t let her get far.

“Feel better?” She asked, that infuriating smile on her lips.

“Not yet,” He growled, “You cut me short.”

She began to laugh, but the sound was cut off by his lips on hers.

[brrahbrrahcharacterimagines]

An Injured Friend (Peter Parker/Spider-Man x Reader)

MASTERLIST

Pairing: Peter Parker/Spider-Man x Reader

Word Count: 2105

Warnings: Violence, Injury, Minor Angst

A/N: I’m back guys! I hope you enjoy!

You felt like you had known Peter for forever. In reality it might have only been a little over a year, but you felt closer to him than you had ever felt to anyone else. You shared a special bond, a unique connection. Only it wasn’t the kind of connection people expected.

You were best friends. You did everything together, from shopping to homework to fighting crime. You were both members of the Avengers, and it allowed the two of you to bond. As you were both around the same age, the rest of the team assumed that you would end up together. If you were being honest, there was a small part inside of you that wanted the same thing despite how hard you tried to ignore it. But no matter how you felt about him, there were larger matters at hand.

“Y/N! Behind you!” Boomed Thor’s powerful voice. You spun, coming face to face with some sort of alien. 

Why does it always have to be aliens? You thought, ducking out of its grasp. You swung as hard as you could, hitting the monster in the face and sending it to the ground. Without missing a beat you grabbed the gun from your holster and aimed for the head, shooting and killing the alien.

“Nice work,” complimented Natasha, dealing with two aliens of her own. You rushed to help, although you knew she didn’t need it. Both foes were too busy focusing on Nat to see you run up behind them, burying your knife in one of their skulls as you shot the other. “You’re becoming quite the bad ass,” Natasha said with a grin.

“Thanks,” you chuckled, almost forgetting you were in the midst of a battle. A sharp pain in your leg brought you back quickly.

You fell to the ground, your leg no longer supporting you.

“Y/n!” You heard Natasha yell, falling to your side. You looked down, seeing blood pooling underneath you as it poured from a wound in your leg.

“Nat,” you whispered, your eyes wide.

“Shh,” she said, stroking your hair and trying to calm you. She continued glancing around, making sure the area was safe as the two of you stayed in place. “It’s going to be alright.”

“What’s going on over there?” Came Cap’s voice through your earpiece. 

“Y/n’s been shot,” replied Natasha. “They managed to get her in the leg.”

“Get her out of here,” ordered Steve. Natasha moved to pick you up, and you had to bite back a scream as the pain intensified. 

“It’s okay,” said your friend as the two of you booked it out of there. “It’s alright.”

You heard gunfire, feeling the pain pulsating through your leg. Your vision went blurry, getting foggier and foggier before everything went dark.

--

You woke up to a rhythmic beeping, looking around to find yourself in a room that seemed much too bright. You tried to get up, only to feel an IV tugging at your hand. A wave of pain coursed through your leg at the movement, causing you to let out a small yelp.

“You’re awake,” came a familiar voice. “Are you in pain? Are you okay?”

“I’m alright Peter,” you said, smiling shyly at the boy in the chair next to your bed. You felt ashamed for not having noticed him sooner. “I was just being dumb is all.”

“You aren’t dumb,” he replied immediately. “You’re hurt.”

“Thanks for letting me know, I couldn’t tell.” You replied sarcastically. “The throbbing in my leg doesn’t give it away at all.”

“It’s throbbing?” He asked worriedly. “Should I get the doctor back in here? She should know if you’re in pain-”

“Shh,” you said softly, cutting Peter off. “I was shot in the leg, I’m going to have to deal with some pain.”

Peter stood, moving closer to the hospital bed. He reached out his hand, grabbing your own in his. 

“It’s my fault. The only mission I miss is the one where you get shot.”

“Peter, it isn’t your fault. You just happened to be at a convention with Ned.”

“But I could have protected you,” he exclaimed softly. Your heart broke at the sadness in his eyes. He leaned down, eyes glistening. “I don’t want to lose you,” he whispered as he placed a kiss to your forehead. The doctor entered as Peter pulled away, making him say a rushed goodbye as he left. As the doctor examined your state your mind was elsewhere. There was something about his reaction that made your heart flutter. Your head felt like it was burning where his lips had touched you. You brushed it off, chalking it up to your injured state. After all, he was your best friend. Only your best friend.

--

The days seemed to pass slowly as your leg began to heal. Your teammates would stop by throughout the day to check on and entertain you, but you always looked forward to Peter’s visits the most. Before you knew it they allowed you to go home, but only so long as you didn’t put any pressure on your leg so that it would continue healing correctly. You knew it would be difficult, but you jumped at the opportunity to go home.

“Thank you for coming to help me Peter,” you said as your friend pushed your wheelchair to the car.

“I would never make you wheel yourself,” he teased, “plus you need somebody to drive you home and everyone else is busy.”

“Still,” you insisted as you made it to the car. “Thank you.” You looked up at Peter, ignoring the butterflies in your stomach as you met his warm eyes.

“You’re welcome,” he replied with a small smile. He loaded your few possessions from the hospital room into the back before coming back to you.

“Peter?” You asked. “How am I going to get into the car?”

It may have seemed like an obvious problem, but you had only just now realized as you looked up at the door from your chair. Peter looked at you quizzically. 

“As if I wouldn’t help out my best friend?” Before you knew it he had scooped you up, careful not to hurt your leg. You felt in ache in your heart as he called you his best friend, longing for it to be more. Your thoughts were quickly shoved away however as you rested your head on Peter’s chest as he moved you to the passenger seat. He picked you up as if you weighed nothing, likely thanks to his super strength. You felt the muscles in his arms ripple under you, and you had to admit you liked it. You fought against the blush rising to your face, mumbling a small thank you as he set you down and moved to put the wheelchair away in the trunk. He had some trouble folding it up, but was able to overcome it quickly as he joined you in the front seat.

“Are you ready to go home?” Asked Peter with a smile.

“Yes, please!” You groaned, making him laugh. His laugh was like music to your ears. You leaned against the window, watching the scenery pass by as Peter took you back to your apartment. 

--

You must have fallen asleep, as you awoke to the sight of your building in front of you.

“Wake up sleepyhead,” teased Peter. “You’re almost home.”

“Give me a break, I’m healing.” You retorted sarcastically.

After getting the wheelchair back out, Peter came to pick you up again. You couldn’t help but realize how close his face was to yours as he bent to pick you up. You let yourself get lost in his chocolate-colored eyes, relishing the feeling of his arms around you. What you somehow didn’t realize was how Peter’s heartbeat began to speed up as he held you. He looked at you so tenderly, wanting more than anything to never let go. Yet at the risk of seeming creepy, he cleared his throat, forcing himself to take his eyes off you and set you down.

Thankfully the elevator in your building worked. You’d had trouble with it before, walking up four flights of stairs for weeks until it was fixed. You had no idea what you would have done it Peter carried you up all those stairs. Not only would you have been pressed up against him for that long, but you would have felt so guilty for making him do all of that work.

You handed Peter the key to unlock your door, inhaling the scent of your apartment as he swung open the door. You were finally home.

“What can I do now, Y/N?” Asked Peter softly. You looked up at him, seeing his big puppy-dog eyes on full display. He truly was the sweetest guy you knew. You turned red as you began to speak.

“Could you help me into bed?” You could have sworn that the corners of Peter’s mouth began forming a smile, but before you could be sure he had you in his arms again and all your other thoughts went out the window. He laid you gently on the bed, making sure that you were comfortable with the amount of pillows as he pulled the covers over you.

You watched him with soft eyes as he took care of you. He was sweet and tender, always making sure that he wasn’t hurting you or making you uncomfortable. Every time he leaned in closer you got a scent of his cologne and it smelled like pure bliss. His hands would brush against you as he pulled the blankets around you, sending a fire coursing through your body. You locked eyes with him as he helped prop you up, noticing how close he was to your face. His lips were mere inches away from yours, and although he was your best friend all you wanted to do was pull him close and feel his lips move against your own. 

Peter cleared his throat, backing away as a fierce blush formed on his face. He tried to hide it, but he wasn’t very good at it.

“I guess I should get going,” he said awkwardly. Suddenly you had a burst of confidence.

“Peter?” You asked. He turned back to you quickly, meeting your eyes. “Stay,” you whispered. “Please.”

Peter knew he couldn’t deny a request from you. He climbed into bed beside you, sliding under the covers. He was mindful to sit on your good side, the side where he wouldn’t have to worry about accidentally bumping your leg. If he was close enough, anyway.

“I don’t bite,” you tease softly. Peter took the invitation, scooting closer to you. Although he seemed stiff, you felt the weight of his arm rest on your shoulders. Throwing caution and perhaps reason to the wind, you leaned into him. You could have sat there forever, content to be in his arms. He smelled amazing, and you felt safe. The longer the two of you stayed that way, the more relaxed you were. You felt Peter loosen up, his muscles becoming less tense.

“Why are you helping me so much?” You asked quietly. He paused before answering.

“I care about you.” He said. “Maybe more than I should.”

You looked up to meet his eyes. All you wanted in that moment was to feel his lips on yours. You got your wish as you both slowly leaned in, your eyes fluttering closed. As your lips pressed against his you could have sworn you felt a jolt of electricity through your body. It felt amazing, and it felt right. You moved your hand to the back of his head, running your fingers through his hair before you pulled away.

“As cliche as it sounds, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” he said breathlessly.

“I care about you too, Peter.” You said. His face lit up.

“I sure would hope so, after everything I do for you.”

You playfully swatted at Peter’s chest, trying not to think about the hard muscle underneath.

“Stop teasing me and snuggle with me again.” You joked. “I want to get some sleep in my own bed.”

Peter did as you asked, holding you tight. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head and you couldn’t fight the smile that rose to your face. The conversation about what you were could wait. For now, you were satisfied to lay in his arms as his soft breaths fanned across your neck. You were in the arms of the man you loved.

[anxiouslymalicious]

Until you see the truth.

Summary: A continuation of Until the time is right in which the reader takes care of Frankie and ends up with a rather unexpected guest.

Word Count: 3,584

Warnings: None. Literally none. Except maybe bad writing.

A/N: What is up, my dudes? I actually didn’t want to end like this, but I felt like it was getting too long and boring so I decieded against it. Anyway, I hope that I’ll be able to post the next chapter soon, but it’s currently almost 1am and I’m getting kinda tired. Anyway, I hope you like it! Oh and a huge thank you goes out to @lakef for helping me out!

Tags:  @mamaskillerqueen @yourealegendroger @lakef @mcrmarvelloki @oh-well1 @sam-mercurry-sixx @queen-turtle-boiii If you want to be tagged, message me please! And I’m truly sorry if I forget to tag you, but things get kinda messy on tumblr at times. 

It had been a few days since you found out that you were pregnant. The thought of it had started to settle in, although you still did not feel like any of it was real. You had tried to come up with a plan of how to tell Ben that he would be a dad but were discouraged every time. Whether it was by him telling you how happy he was with his life right now, him going out with his friends and having drinks or him telling you about this new role he had gotten. Meaning, he would be gone for quite some time again. Meaning, you only had about three more weeks to tell him and figure out what to do with him.

You felt pressured. Your anxiety had been gnawing at you for days anyway, making you consider so many different scenarios of how Ben would react once you told him you were pregnant. From him being ecstatic to him telling you that he never wanted to hear from you or the baby again, your mind was making you go crazy. All the time, you tried to tell yourself that you were being irrational, but Ben had fucked up your relationship before.

‘You know him’, you told yourself. ‘He loves children. You’re just being irrational. The worst he could do is tell you that he is not ready to be a father.’

You pushed your hair out of your face as you walked through the streets of London towards the building in which Ben lived. He had asked you to come by and maybe stay with Frankie for the weekend, as for why, you didn’t know. But as you were desperate to see Ben again and maybe catch a calm minute to talk to him about your predicament, so you gladly accepted.  

As soon as you rang the bell, Ben had buzzed you inside and once you made your way upstairs, you found Ben eagerly waiting for you by the door. But not only Ben was eagerly waiting for you.

Frankie ran passed her human, straight towards you. You giggled and kneeled to her level and gladly accepted her affection as she jumped at you and tried licking your face. Gently, you pushed her away from your face and she started curiously sniffing you, like you smelled differently. Then, she took a step back and eyed you carefully.

“What’s up, Frankie? Everything alright?”, you asked her.

“Did you use a different body lotion or something?”, Ben asked, confused at his dog’s behaviour. She had never acted strangely towards you, she had quite literally been affectionate with you since the very beginning.

“I think I did.”, you said and shrugged, then got up and greeted Ben with a hug.

“So why did you need me to come over? I mean besides to take care of my beloved Frankie, of course.”, you asked as you sat down on the couch with Ben, Frankie, however, sat down a little further away than usually, her head tilted lightly as if she was wary of you.

“A mate of mine’s in a bit of trouble and needs help. Nothing too serious, but he needs someone to support him emotionally. I told him I would be there, but I really don’t want to drive with Frankie for so long. You know how she gets on car rides. And- “

“Alright, Ben, calm down. It’s alright, I was just being curious.”, you interrupted his rambles which almost sounded panicked. You placed your hand on his knee and moved your thumb over it slowly. He placed his own hand above yours, squeezing it gently. Your eyes met his and you felt your heartbeat speed up. That’s when you decided that enough was enough. You needed to tell him, or you would explode.

And just as you opened your mouth to drop the bomb, Frankie ran off and you heard the sound of something being broken echoed through the flat.

“What the fuck, Frankie?”, you sighed, rubbing your hands over your face as Ben went after Frankie to see what amount of damage she had done. According to the incoherent curses from Ben, she must have broken a vase in the hallway.

“I think I’m gonna get going now. If you want, there are still leftovers from what I had for dinner yesterday or you can just order something. It’s on me, you still got my passwords, right?”, he told you and you involuntarily giggled. You did, for a fact, and Helen had tried her hardest to make you use them for food orders. It felt wrong, though, and so you decided not to.

“Yeah, thanks. But I can pay for my own food.”, you replied.

“I know you can. Doesn’t mean you have to. Anyway. Thanks again for doing this, I really appreciate it. Use whatever you want, I hope you still know your way around here.”, Ben’s smile was small with the thought of what had happened earlier that year.

“No need to thank me. It’s my pleasure staying here with my love. And yeah, I think I do.”, you told him and got up to hug him again. This time, a little longer. Your arms wrapped around his waist, your face snuggling into his chest. Ben’s arms wrapped around you, his hands slowly moving up and down your back.

“Everything alright?”, he whispered.

“Yeah. Just promise you’ll get home safely. I need you here.”, you told him and once more felt tears well up in your eyes. It wasn’t exactly uncommon for you to cry these days. Not only because of your whole predicament, but mostly because your hormones were going batshit crazy. Once, you cried over accidentally killing a spider by stepping onto it in a moment of shock.

“Are you sure you’re alright?”, Ben asked once more, his hands rubbing soothing circles onto your back, his gaze sceptical.

“Yeah. Let’s talk about this later, your mate needs you.”, you told him with a kiss to his cheek. Ben still eyed you warily, but nodded, grabbing his bag and shoes.

“Okay. Y/N, I promise you, I will make it back home.”, Ben told you honestly, and you felt some kind of ease on your heart. Like a heavy stone had been lifted from your chest. He wasn’t making fun of you, not in any way and you appreciated that. Ben kissed your head before he walked to the door.

“Oh, and Roger might come by tomorrow. I forgot something at his a few days ago and he told me that he would bring it around during the weekend.”, Ben added before leaving. You nodded and watched him go.

A sigh escaped your lips as you turned around to face the flat. You felt like a foreigner in a place you once called your home. Like you didn’t really belong anymore even though you once did.

Frankie watched you with those huge eyes of hers as you wandered through the flat. Your mind felt restless, yet you felt at peace. It was strange.

At some point, you laid down on the couch, watching a random Netflix show as your hand rubbed over your belly. Someone was growing in there. It was still a strange thought and you were still not showing, but you had somewhat built a connection with the little being in there.

Little footsteps sounded through the flat. Frankie eagerly came closer to you again, sniffing at your hand once more, almost like you were a stranger to her. You were confused at her actions, nonetheless you gave her the time she needed to get used to you again. Google would surely give you some answers later, so you shrugged it off and instead focused on gaining your favourite dog’s trust again. It didn’t take her long, though, to jump on the couch next to you and crawl onto your legs, lying down on your thighs with her head and paws gently resting on your stomach. You watched her in awe, tears shooting back into your eyes. You tried to hold them back but failed miserably.

And so, you were wailing on the couch with Frankie trying to calm you by nuzzling her head into your stomach as a Black Mirror episode was playing. A Friday evening almost exactly how you wanted them to be. Only Ben was not there to cuddle with you.

The constant crying tired you out. So much that you kept drifting in and out of sleep and settled on heating up Ben’s leftovers for dinner, this time, settling for something easier to watch. Something that was guaranteed to make you laugh. Ben made you laugh, meaning that the only logical conclusion was to watch Bohemian Rhapsody. Watching four of your closest friends harmonise like that on screen warmed your heart. It made you proud. And if you were to drift off again, there was nothing better to lull you to sleep than Queen songs.

You actually drifted off into a merciless slumber full of nightmares and when you woke up, Frankie was gently licking your face as she whimpered, trying to pull you out of your own dream. With your hand, you wiped her saliva off your cheek before you pushed your legs over the edge of the couch and stretched. Frankie jumped off, nervously plodding and dancing around in front of you, signalling you that she needed to go out for a walk.

A little smile crept onto your face.

“Hold on for one more second, will ya? I need to put on a sweatshirt before we can leave. I imagine it’s not too warm outside and we don’t want for anything to happen to your little sibling, right?”, you asked Frankie as you made your way to the bedroom- Ben’s bedroom- to steal one of his sweatshirts and threw it on. It was comfortably huge on you and with that, you grabbed your wallet and phone, stuffed them into the pocket, and got Frankie and yourself ready to go, then left.

You walked a route you usually took when Ben wasn’t taking her on a walk. Everything still felt so familiar, like you had never stopped walking Frankie, walking through the still quite brightly illuminated streets. Street lights and the different lights of the many shop windows you passed kept the streets casted a warm light over the cold street, making you feel safe. And all that despite the lack of people walking through the streets. Most people spent their Friday nights near the pubs and clubs rather than the antiquaries and book stores you passed. It was crazy how a place that was usually so full of life could suddenly be so quiet and deserted.

Once you returned to the flat, both you and Frankie were exhausted and too tired to do too much. So, you put your empty plate into the kitchen sink, stole one of Ben’s shirts to sleep in and curled up under the covers, along with little Frankie.

The bed smelled like him. It was soothing. You couldn’t help but smile, thinking about how you might be able to sleep in this bed on a daily again soon. The feeling was perfect, the only thing missing was Ben, your personal heater. But Frankie tried her best to replace him, curling up at your stomach, almost like she was trying to protect the unborn baby from the world. Once more, a few stray tears made their way down your cheeks, but you quickly wiped them away before you snuggled into the pillow, pulled the blanket up to your chin and drifted off into a much more peaceful dream.

You woke up with the urgent need to pee. It was ridiculously urgent. A groan escaped your lips as you made your way to the bathroom, freshening yourself up once you were there. As you knew Frankie, you knew that she felt the same need as you did, and so you quickly brushed your teeth, washed your face with a bit of cold water and threw your hair up into a ponytail, then got dressed in sweats and a sweatshirt once more, property of Ben. You couldn’t help it, though. They smelled like him and made you feel comfortably small. Once you were all set, you once more walked Frankie through the city, this time on a slightly different route to pick up something for breakfast at a bakery.

And as you stood there, a hazelnut croissant caught your eye and you felt your mouth start to water. Just like your eyes. You remembered how Ben bought you one shortly before your relationship failed. The day he tried to make you feel better about yourself. And you did. You truly did.

After you paid for your breakfast, you hurried back home, the tears aggressively made their way down your cheek as your mind forced you to think about Ben’s words that day once more. Reliving his actions.

It was no wonder that you ignored Ben’s call and instead told yourself that you would answer to his text with a lame reply about how you binge watched a show last night, stayed up too long and slept well into the afternoon today.

One thing you completely forgot about, was that someone was meant to come over. And not just a friend of Ben’s who you had met several times before, but Roger fucking Taylor.

Let’s just say it was an unpleasant surprise when you opened the door in Ben’s sweater and sweats, your hair dishevelled and tear streaks all over your cheeks, only to be met with Roger Taylor looking as gorgeous as ever. You felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment as Roger chuckled lightly.

“I take it you haven’t had a good night’s sleep?”, Roger asked with an amused grin on his lips. You just nodded as you felt a fresh wave of tears in your eyes. All of this crying was so unlike you and you felt disgusted, almost, but you couldn’t help it.

“Are you alright, sweetheart? Need someone to talk to?”, Roger asked. You hesitated, anxiously rubbing your hands together.

“It’s nothing, I guess. I’ll deal with it.”, you mumbled, not daring to look him in the eyes.

“You know, love, I hate to admit it, but I’m an old man. I’ve spent some time with people and I know that what you’re dealing with is not ‘nothing’. You don’t need to deal with it on your own. Ben’s still head over heels for you.”, he told you sincerely. You nodded once more, sighing deeply.

“That’s the thing though. I can’t tell him. Not right now at least.”, you said as you wrapped your arms around your stomach, trying to find some comfort. Roger looked at you, his eyes showing just how sorry he felt for you and how much he regretted that he wasn’t really able to help. Tears stung in your eyes as you watched his expression change from happy to concerned. Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip, desperately trying to hold back the tears.

“Come here, sweetheart. Can I hug you?”, Roger asked, his voice soft and you nodded, leaning into him. It felt nice. Like a father’s hug. You just broke down further.

“Let’s get you inside, hm?”, Roger whispered as he led you back inside the flat, looking around Ben’s place to find a place to make you sit down comfortably. Noticing his distress, you nodded towards the living room and sat down on the couch, patting the cushion next to you, motioning for Roger to sit down. He did as he was asked. Meanwhile, Frankie sat down next to you again, resting her head in your lap.

As Roger sat down, he placed a bundle on the armrest of the couch.

“Ben’s sweatshirt. He forgot it at mine and told me that he needed it back as soon as possible. Don’t know why though.”, Roger replied to your silent question. A watery chuckle escaped your lips.

“Because it’s my favourite sweatshirt of his.”, you mumbled, playing with the hem of the sweatshirt you were currently wearing. Roger let out a hearty laugh.

“He’s always been a huge softie, hasn’t he?”, Roger asked.

“He was. Then he wasn’t. Now he’s getting back to being one.”, you replied quietly, quickly slapping your hands in front of your mouth to stop yourself from talking. You were well aware that talking like that about Ben in front of any of his friends was inappropriate. A hand on your shoulder made you look up, though.

“If you want to talk about it, I won’t stop you. I like Ben. He’s done quite a good job on Bohemian Rhapsody. I doubt that what happened between you two will change my mind. Not when I hear him talking about you like this. Always asking for advice, trying to do everything right, asking for ideas. Even that party was his idea. Told me he saw how you didn’t fully enjoy yourself at Gwil’s wedding and wanted to give you the opportunity to let lose. I didn’t tell you though.”, Roger looked at you with a playfully threatening look. A light giggle bubbled up from deep inside you as you wiped furiously at your tears.

“It’s just… I don’t know… Everything’s a little too much right now. I don’t know what to do. I mean I’ve got my friends’ opinions, but they are my age and all kind of… Have the same thought process I guess? But my parents, they are…” You took a deep breath. “They are not in the picture. Not anymore. They haven’t been since I started dating Ben. And it’s tough in times like these.”, you tried to explain. Your fingers trailed over Frankie’s soft fur, drawing random patterns to distract yourself.

“Times like these?” Roger’s confusion was obvious. You took a shaky breath.

“Roger, you can’t tell Ben. I want to do it myself eventually, but I’m pregnant.”, you whispered, anxiously awaiting his reaction. But instead of the dreaded negative reaction, Roger grinned from ear to ear.

“That’s fantastic, sweetheart! Why wouldn’t it be?”, Roger pulled you into his shoulder, giving you a tender hug. It was almost fatherly.

“Because we’re not even dating at the moment.”, you told him in a broken voice.

With that, you told Roger everything. From how Ben told you to leave, over how he fucked up, all the way to Gwil’s wedding and the situation you now found yourself in. It felt different than talking to Helen. Maybe because Roger wasn’t too biased. Obviously, he knew Ben a lot better than he knew you, but you felt like Roger was trying to stay neutral. He wasn’t there when any of it happened and both of you were aware that your perception of the events differed from Ben’s, so he wasn’t trying to be on your side only, but he wasn’t going to purely defend Ben’s actions either.

Roger told you that he did understand Ben for some part, being the centre of attention was hard, and especially when something as big as Bohemian Rhapsody happened to you, however he also told you that you had every right to keep your distance.

“If there is one thing I know for sure though, it’s that Ben won’t leave you alone with the child. But just in case, although it’s highly unlikely, I promise to help you.”, Roger told you truthfully. You were shocked.

“Absolutely not. Roger, you barely know me.”, you scolded Roger and stood up.

“You barely know me either and you didn’t hesitate to tell me half of your life story. Besides, it’s my money and I’m an adult. I can decide what I want to do with it.”, Roger mumbled the last part. You sighed, walking around the room. Frankie watched you, her ears perched up in curiosity, but also worry.

“We’ll talk about that one again if Ben tells you that he won’t support you. When did you plan on telling him anyway?”, Roger asked, now moving closer to Frankie to scratch behind her ears absentmindedly.

“Definitely before he leaves for filming.”, you explained, stopping in your tracks. But what would be after that?

“If you can’t tell him when he’s awake yet, why not practise while he’s sleeping? Or tell him after he had a glass of wine or two, that’ll loosen him up and you will have less to worry about.”, Roger suggested, and you nodded along.

“Better than any ideas Helen or I came up with.” you shrugged, considering his idea. Yeah, that didn’t sound so bad.

“And if you want me to, I’ll tell you more embarrassingly adorable things Ben said about you. He truly likes you, Y/N. And I will keep on telling you that it won’t end up too bad. Ben is absolutely in love with you. There is something about the way he talks about you, the things he says, how worried he gets. You know that I’m not a fan of Ben’s actions, but he regrets everything. And I’m sorry to say this, sweetheart, but I will keep on telling you all these things until you see the truth. That he’s not such a bad boy after all.”, Roger told you, sensing your uncertainty as he hugged you close once more. This time, it truly felt like a father’s hug.

And with that, a tense conversation was imminent.

[lonelyandlovelorn]

It’s a secret

A/N: I pretty much am always going to write my Peter Parker fics as vaguely as possible so that you can read it as whichever Spider-Man is your favorite. I’m also super sorry I haven’t written a sequel to Sorry I’m Awkward, I’m working on it. Marked as gender neutral, let me know if you think it’s not. 

Genre: fluff

Warning: (legal) drinking

Word count: 2200

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Summary: You get a little drunk, but you still know how to keep a secret. 

Masterlist

You had known Peter Parker since elementary school. You weren’t best friends, barely in overlapping social circles throughout school. You shared that kind of friendship that most people have with the people they knew when they were seven: always willing and happy to chat, but not incredibly close. Both in honors classes throughout high school, you knew each other pretty well when you went to university together. You got closer during that time mainly because neither of you really knew anyone else and a familiar face was definitely welcomed. 

In high school, you remembered Peter being kind of a weird person in your peripheral, disappearing every once in awhile (read: all the time) and coming in with a bruise or four. However, you weren’t close enough that you looked into it or asked about it. That changed in college.

You were smart. Obviously, it took you less than a month of perfectly timed disappearances and one interaction with the one and only Spider-Man to make the connection. You were also smart enough to know that since Peter hadn’t told you his super secret, he probably didn’t want you knowing. You weren’t offended by that, it was his secret to tell. But he really did need to work on being more subtle about it. The boy was incredibly lucky everyone in the world was completely oblivious.

You made it through three years of university with Peter, working together on homework, meeting up for meals, and just generally spending time with each other. Like any normal person spending an excessive amount of time with a cute, sweet boy, you caught some feelings. Thankfully, you were pretty good at staying inconspicuous with your crush and he was an oblivious idiot, so nothing had to change. You were much better at keeping secrets than he was, and he was much less observant than you. There was also definitely a small part of you that had always had a crush on Spider-Man, but you pretended that didn’t factor in at all.

In those three years of university, you never told Peter that you knew. Of course, you didn’t tell anyone else either, and you couldn’t talk to your closest friend about it because that friend was Peter and… There wasn’t much to be done about it, really. You kept it to yourself and tried not to worry too much.

One weekend near the end of your junior year, you were invited to a party. Parties weren’t usually your scene, but you were allowed a plus one and you were both finally old enough to drink legally. It was exciting to actually experience college the way you’re supposed to. All it took to convince Peter to agree was batting your eyelashes a few times and telling him that you would go alone if he didn’t join you. Like any good friend, he knew how bad of an idea that was, so he swiftly agreed.

You showed up to the party, excited to finally have what is universally considered to be an integral part of the college experience. You were also looking forward to relaxing a little and maybe seeing Peter a little drunk.

What you didn’t realize was that you were an incredible lightweight and that Peter essentially assigned himself to be your babysitter, staying sober and pretending to drink when you started to get suspicious. About two (four? five? who knows?) drinks later, you were incredibly tipsy and Peter decided to take you home. He grabbed your things and guided you out the door, ready to walk back to your apartment building. It was pretty chilly when you stepped out, which he only really noticed when you burrowed further into his side than you already were from him supporting you. He shed his hoodie and wrapped it around your shoulders, knowing it was a pointless effort to get your arms in the sleeves. He got you about a block before you started talking.

“Peter is so nice to me,” you mused, giggling a little. “I remember him seeming a little weird in high school, though. Turns out he’s really weird.” He huffed a laugh next to you at that assessment.

He realized that you were either thinking out loud or didn’t know he was walking with you. Either way, he let you keep going, curious as to what you might say.

“Peter has a seeeeecret. He doesn’t want to tell me though.” You sounded a little sad at that. That definitely perked the webhead’s interest. He also came to the conclusion that you were talking to whoever was listening as though they were a brick wall. “He doesn’t know I know about his secret though, so don’t tell him. I’m not going to tell you what it is though, it’s a secret.”

At least drunk you had a sense of secret keeping.

“What kind of secret Y/N? Do you know what it is?” He just wanted to know if he could get you to let him in on the secret. There was no way you knew. Right?

“It’s a big secret. I can’t tell you what it is, I’m a good friend.” You got a thoughtful look on your face suddenly. “What if I’m not a good friend? Is that why he won’t tell me?” At that point, you just kind of trailed off and looked at the ground. It broke Peter’s heart a little, how forlorn you looked. The issue was, he didn’t know if you meant the secret or maybe just the fact that he liked you or that he slept with socks on. The possibilities were endless and sometimes you could exaggerate the gravity of things. He remembered how worked up you got to tell him that you had accidentally thrown out a copy of a paper that he definitely had on his computer.

Of course, knowing he liked you was a big thing, but he didn’t think they were on the same level of secret, and he didn’t think that was what you meant anyway.

You walked in silence all the way back to the apartment, both thinking about what to say. When he unlocked the door with his key, you looked up at him and your eyes widened. “Peter! You’re here!” You smiled dopily at him and grabbed his arm in excitement. “Was the party fun?” You looked at him so sweetly that he could only smile and nod.

“Any time spent with you is fun.” You beamed at him and stumbled through the doorway. He gently caught you before you could fall and lead you to your room. He grabbed a T-shirt and some shorts that he knew you liked to sleep in and turned to hand them to you, only to realize you were already shimmying out of your jeans. All he could do was blush and turn back around. He listened to you struggle for a few minutes, unsure of what to do. When you had been silent for a minute, he slowly turned around, worried about what he would see. What he saw nearly killed him in the best way.

Your clothes were strewn across the room and you had snuggled into bed wearing his hoodie, zipped up with your arms clutching at some of the material. You were an absolute mess and still managed to be adorable to him. He set the clothes back on the dresser and went to shut out the light and leave the room. He couldn’t help himself and kissed you on the forehead before heading to his own room for the night.

--

You woke up with minimal hangover and fuzzy memories. You were grateful that you seemed to be able to move without pain. You realized quickly that you were in your bed in nothing but Peter’s hoodie and your underwear. You weren’t really sure how you got there, but the hoodie was comfy so who were you to complain. You slowly got out of bed, seeing that it was nearing noon, and slipped on your sleep shorts that were sitting on the dresser. You checked that you looked at least a little presentable before opening the door. Peter was at the counter, working on his computer and turning when you stepped out.

“Morning sunshine,” he grinned, pulling out the seat next to him for you. You sat down and leaned your head on his shoulder.

“What happened last night? Oh god, that sounds like such a cliche,” you muttered, embarrassed. Hearing Peter chuckle, you only got more worried. You burrowed your face a little further.

“Well, we found out you’re a lightweight. Then we walked back to the apartment as you told me many times that Peter has a secret.” His tone went from teasing to awkward and you weren’t sure what to say. Your eyes widened a little bit as you sat up, but you didn’t know whether you told him you knew the secret or not. “You also worried a lot that you weren’t a good friend.” You blushed a little at that.

“Did I tell you Peter’s secret?” you asked shyly.

“No. In fact, you were so worried about being a good friend that you wouldn’t even tell me my own secret. Although, I don’t think you knew you were talking to me. Would you be willing to tell me my secret now?” You could tell he just honestly wanted to know, but you didn’t want to tell him.

“I’m not sure you want me to know your secret Pete, since you never told me. We can just pretend that there is no secret and go back to normal,” you offered. You didn’t mean to sound hurt, but you had to admit that you were a little hurt by it. Did he not trust you?

“I honestly just want to know if you know what I think you know, because I promise I’m not upset that you know, I just want to figure out where we stand.” This tiptoeing around the secret was confusing your fuzzy brain and you didn’t think you could keep it up any more. You just needed to say it without saying it.

“I always wondered why you had muscles, you know.”

Now, some part of your brain was aware that that was a very very stupid way to come out and say it, but you were just so tired of thinking. It didn’t matter that much though, because you saw him smile in relief and laugh a little. A moment later though, the smile molded into a smirk as he looked at you.

“Was that all, Y/N? Just my muscles?” You punched him in the shoulder, blushing a little.

“It didn’t hurt,” you mumbled. Before he could process that, you started talking again. “You’re also just horrible at being sneaky or secretive. One of your few flaws,” you added.

“I’m sure the fact that you’re super intelligent helped you figure it out.”

“That and your voice,” you joked. “How does no one else notice?”

He shrugged and shook his head. You were both still dancing around it a little, but you knew you were on the same page.

After a moment, you realized something. “Was there some other secret?”

His, “What?” was a little too quick to be normal. A cheshire grin slowly spread across your face as you leaned towards him.

“Another secret, Peter Parker? What is it? Am I not a good enough friend?” You pouted at him and made your eyes as big as possible, hoping to guilt him into it.

He cleared his throat and glanced down at his hoodie that you were still wearing as his cheeks quickly heated up. “That hoodie looks really good on you.”

Suddenly losing all gusto and becoming a shy butterfly once more, you looked down and ignored the blush rising in your face as well. He laughed at the face you made and kissed you on the cheek. “That’s my other secret,” he said, getting up and heading towards his room. He came back out a moment later with his backpack and a pair of shoes. He started putting them on before your brain began functioning again.

“Wait!” you said loudly before you had figured out the jumble in your head. He looked up at you, and all you could ask was, “Where are you going?”

“The library.”

You watched him for a second. “Can I come?” You never usually asked, but you were suddenly very unsure of yourself.

Peter smiled at you and seemed to take pity. “How about I go grab lunch and bring it here so we can hang out?”

“I’d like that.” He nodded and got up to walk towards the door before you called out to him again. He looked at you curiously as you worked up your nerve. “Do you want to… go out tonight?” You really hoped you were reading this right.

He grinned at you and nodded. “Sounds like a date.”

[3mmafr0st]

I got SHOT!

Peter Parker x Mutant!Reader

I woke up to a large crash coming from the kitchen. I grabbed a robe as fast as I could, which is pretty darn fast and ran to my kitchen. The lights were on even though I had turned them off before I went to bed, but I could hear the whistling of the wind coming from a window that I did not leave open. My back was to the wall, ready to attack. I made the turn and screamed. I accidentally broke all of my glasses too. Damn, that was the eighth time this month. What was in my kitchen? Peter Parker, (or Spider-Man, whichever you prefer) on the floor, bleeding.

“Hey! What the heck was that for? He said, covering his ears.

“I’m not the one who broke in! The least you could have done is called first!” I yelled back. Hey, he started it.

“I got SHOT!”

“Oh, right, I should probably help with that,” I said. I helped him up and laid him on the kitchen table so I could get to work. Then, I realized. How was I going to get the suit off so I could get the bullet?

“Parker?”

“Yeah, what?” He said, breathing heavily.

“How do you get the suit off?” I said.” I have to have it off before I can fix anything. Peter blushed hard, like firetruck red.

“Um, just don’t judge me, okay?” he responded and pressed a small button on his neck. I watched as the nanotech retracted back, leaving a fully naked Peter in front of me.

“Come on, Parker, really?” I said.

“Hey! I said don’t judge me, and it’s not as comfortable when I have clothes on under it, ok?” I ignored his excuses and focused on the wound. The bullet was still in his gut, but not too deep so it wouldn’t be too difficult to extract. I went and collected supplies, a few rags and towels, water, pliers, some bandages, needle and thread, and finally some antiseptic. Once I was back, I placed it all on the table next to me.

“I have to do a lot of things that are gonna kill, ok? It’s gonna hurt a fuck ton and there’s nothing that I can do about it because I don’t have anesthesia, but I’ll give you painkillers later.” he nodded back to me, and I stuffed one of the towels into his mouth and proceeded to get to work. I first cleaned up the mess of blood that surrounded the wound. After that, I grabbed the pliers and psyched myself up.

“Ok, now this is gonna hurt ok?” I said. I put the pliers around the around the bullet and started to pull gently. I watched guiltily as Peter bit down hard on the towel and screamed into it. His eyes teared up as I got the bullet free.

“I got the bullet out, but this is where it gets a hell of a lot worse, just warning you now,” I told him. I poured some antiseptic onto one of the towels and started to clean the wound so it wouldn’t get infected. His face contorted in pain and he grabbed my hand. He squeezed. Hard. I felt so bad, but I had to continue. I worked on the hole, first finishing cleaning it, then painfully sewing it up to make sure it heals and then finishing up with a good amount of bandages wrapped around his abdomen. That’s when I yet again realized that he was butt naked. For a 17-year-old nerd, he is fit as fuck, and honestly, quite big down there.

“Welp, you know you’ve just sentenced us both to death right? When Tony finds out about this, he’s gonna flip his shit.” He tried to laugh but ended up with a pained cry out. I checked the time, 3:00 AM. Thank gods it wasn’t a school day, and I’m good at lying. I slung Peter’s arm around my shoulders and helped him into my bedroom. After laying him down on my bed, I laid down on the couch that I had in my room and waited for him to fall asleep

A/n: Should I do a part 2 for this? Tell me, please.

[tickles-tea]

4 a.m.

This is just complete fluff. I'm sorry 

"Shizu-chan..."

Shizuo jolted awake at the sound of an exhausted, and oddly soft, voice. Turning his head to the side, he was met with the half-lidded eyes and lopsided smirk of Orihara Izaya.

He frowned in confusion at their position. Just a second ago, Shizuo had been reclining against the headboard of the bed while he was waiting for Izaya to finish up his-rather unsavory-work. Now though, Shizuo was laying on his side, face partially buried in Izaya's too soft pillows and staring into deep russet eyes.

I didn't even hear him come in. Goddamn sneaky flea..! Shizuo thought, a crease forming between his brows.

Izaya suddenly laughed, startling his companion slightly. "Of course you didn't hear me come in, Shizu-chan! You were soundly asleep and snoring like a beast," he said, amusement clear in his tone. Izaya's comment made Shizuo realize that he had accidentally spoken his thoughts aloud, though he didn't particularly care.

He was slightly surprised to find that Izaya's words hadn't ignited even the smallest spark of anger in his chest. It seemed that he was too tired to get annoyed over a remark so trivial, which was something he was secretly grateful for. After all, it was rather discouraging to succumb to the anger he hated so much because of something as stupid as an offhand comment.

Shizuo's gaze shifted to Izaya's mouth to see the insufferable smirk that he had been expecting despite his sleep muddled thoughts. He dazedly noticed that the left corner of Izaya's lips curled upwards whenever he displayed this particular expression. However, there was something odd about it. The main difference he noted was the overall air of this sly smile. Usually, his grins were sharp and deadly, a threat and a promise at the same time. The expression he wore now seemed somewhat softer. Shizuo thought it might be the dark circles that hung beneath Izaya's eyes or maybe even the little indents on either side of his nose from his reading glasses. Shizuo wasn't able to determine the cause of this change before he felt a sharp tug on his hair.

Startled out of his observation, Shizuo blinked his eyes back into focus to see Izaya frowning. He looked like he was on the verge of being annoyed but was too tired to fully commit to the feeling. Continued silence from Shizuo prompted Izaya to speak up again. "Shizu-chan?"

Another, slightly harder, pull on his hair successfully awoke Shizuo from his dazed stupor. "I was asleep?" He grumbled, bringing a hand up to try to rub the lingering sleep from his eyes. Izaya let out a hum and nodded; the frown from before had eased and amusement danced in his eyes in place of the irritation. A thin hand gently carded through Shizuo's hair, as if in silent apology for the tugging from before.

Shizuo sighed and leaned into the touch. Being with Izaya meant harsh words, charming excuses, and sometimes even silence for days on end. But it also meant blinding smiles, thoughtful surprises, and the love that Shizuo thought he'd never experience. Izaya trusted him in a way no one else could and, because of that, Shizuo was willing to deal with the good and the bad sides of Izaya. 

This included his ability to stay up until the ass crack of dawn.

"You know you don't have to wait up for me, right? I told you I wouldn't be done for a few more hours," Izaya said, closing his eyes with a quiet sigh. "Tsukumoya was being more difficult than usual, so it took even longer than I anticipated."

Izaya's fingers were tracing random patterns through Shizuo's hair and Shizuo's face was one of peace and contentment. That expression, however, was replaced in favor of one with much more aggression. "Ah? He made you stay up 'till three-"

"Four," Izaya quickly corrected.

"'Til four in the morning," Shizuo continued, frowning even harder than before. "I don't care if he's a UI or whatever-"

"AI."

"I'll kill him," he said definitively and with a short nod. No one had the right to make Izaya get even less sleep than he normally did. They'd gotten into arguments about Izaya's ridiculous sleep schedule before, and though they always ended with tired glares and waining patience on both ends, Shizuo still tried his damnedest to make sure Izaya got at least five hours of uninterrupted sleep. If Shizuo remembered correctly, Izaya had a client coming over at seven in the morning and the flea always woke up well before his meetings.

What all of that means is that Izaya was probably already thinking about saying to hell with it and not sleeping at all, which was absolutely unacceptable.

"I can tell what you're thinking, and it's not that big of a deal. I can just take a nap after my client leaves and I'll be well rested before my meeting with Shiki-san," Izaya said breezily, moving his caressing fingers from Shizuo's hair to behind his ear. He knew that if he didn't diffuse this now it could lead to a fight, even if it'd only be a small one. "Shizu-chan is getting worked up too easily. Hey, I wonder if I can calm him down like a dog..." he mumbled to himself before scratching behind Shizuo's ear gently. "Dogs like having their ears scratched so maybe beasts do too."

Izaya, likely expecting a growl, was surprised when his action instead prompted a twitch and a gasp. He was even more baffled to see the glimpse of a smile curling at the sides of Shizuo's mouth.

Being as clever as he was, Izaya caught on rather quickly and adopted a grin that promised nothing but trouble. Shizuo could practically feel the mischief radiating off of him in waves. "Is Shizu-chan a bit ticklish here? How cute!" Izaya laughed, snickering even more when he saw Shizuo's blushing face.

Not nearly as amused, Shizuo reached up and firmly grasped the laughing bastard's wrist. "Shut up and go to sleep." He settled himself back into the pillow and, perhaps foolishly, released Izaya's wrist. He hoped that his boyfriend would behave himself and see that they both needed to sleep. While it was understandable for one's judgement to be impaired late at night, anyone in any state of mind should know that Izaya Orihara should not be trusted.

So really, he shouldn't have been so surprised when Izaya reached out again to skitter his fingers from behind Shizuo's ear down to his collarbone.

Shizuo jerked back, but Izaya was as quick as ever and moved with him, hands never stopping their motion. They spidered all across his neck, around his ears, and even going as far as his shoulders.

Shizuo couldn't stop the growly chuckles from escaping his lips even if he tried. He didn't see the point in trying to hide his reactions. He'd only look like a fool if he were to deny that he was ticklish. It wasn't something he was particularly ashamed of-after all, Izaya was much worse-but in the face of Izaya's stupid smirk, he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. The bastard almost looked like he was looking down at Shizuo, like he was interacting with a child rather than his own boyfriend. The way he was teasing Shizuo did nothing to show otherwise.

"How pathetic! The strongest man in Ikebukuro is blushing like a schoolgirl! How does it feel when I touch here? Does it tickle?" Izaya was surely purring out more taunts, but Shizuo tried to drown them out with his own interjections of insults.

"Knock it off, you shihihitty flea!" He barked out around his laughter, trying to keep a grip on Izaya's wrists that wasn't too strong nor too loose. He'd instinctively reached up to still those terrible hands, but he'd managed to stop himself from pulling them away. There was no doubt in his mind that he was more than capable of putting a stop to this, and judging from the puzzled glint in Izaya's eye, he knew the same.

So why wasn't he?

It certainly couldn't have anything to do with the genuine contentment he could see in Izaya's eyes or the soft smile that was slowly replacing that intolerable smirk. Surely, Izaya was leeching the strength from his body with some sort of dark magic.

That dark magic must have been sapping Izaya's own strength, because his wiggling fingers slowed and settled themselves across Shizuo's nape. When Shizuo looked at his face, he saw flushed cheeks and an embarrassed pout.

"...'Zaya?" he questioned once he'd caught his breath, but his boyfriend remained quiet.

The only response he received was the blanket being tugged away as Izaya turned his body, his back now facing Shizuo. Shizuo's brow twitched in annoyance at being so clearly ignored, but Izaya spoke up then. "Stupid Shizu-chan has no right making faces like that."

"What are you talking about?" Shizuo asked, a little irritated at Izaya's sudden mood change. He knew what he was getting into when he confessed to Izaya all those years ago, but time has not made it any easier to deal with him. No amount of time would make it easier, he was sure.

A muffled groan sounded from Izaya's side of the bed. Blush having faded for the most part, Izaya looked over his shoulder at Shizuo with a weak glare. "You're so oblivious, it's exhausting," he said, opening his mouth as if to speak again. He hesitated for a second before continuing, albeit with some reluctance. "I mean beasts like you shouldn't be allowed to look that cute. Now shut up and go to sleep," he said, unintentionally mimicking Shizuo's earlier words. "I'm tired." Izaya turned away again and pulled more of the blanket away from Shizuo, probably out of spite.

Shizuo's eyes widened at the compliment poorly disguised as an insult. Izaya was stingy with genuine compliments so it was surprising that he would say something like this so openly. The dismissal following it was obviously added as a cover up but perhaps there was some truth to it. After all, the only way he would've said such a thing would be because exhaustion had loosened his tongue. A quick look at the alarm clock on the nightstand showed that it was nearing 4:45 am.

Realizing that they both really needed to get to sleep-he hadn't forgotten about Izaya's early meeting-Shizuo decided to let him off easy. He could always bring up this moment later, so for now he just let out a soft chuckle and pulled Izaya's body close against his chest.

"Yeah, alright. Goodnight, 'Zaya," he murmured, lips brushing against the back of Izaya's neck.

There was a beat of silence before he got a reply, quiet but content.

"Goodnight, Shizu-chan."

[svtgivesmesvts]

A “Wipe Away Your Tears” kind of love

Seungcheol x Reader

Word count: 1166

Warnings: 

HUGE SPOILERS FOR AVENGERS: INFINITY WAR (seriously do not read if you haven’t seen it yet)

Massive amounts of yelling hopelessly at a TV screen (but if you’ve seen Inifinify War, will definitely understand.)

(A/N: This is a one shot inspired by this post I saw a couple of months ago and I’ve always wanted to do a series for this post! I just wrote this all in one go because I was kind of inspired by my own experiences. Honestly, this was probably an outcome of my own emotional scars from IW, so I’m not sure how much it is a Seungcheol one shot rather than an Infinity War reaction post, but I hope you guys enjoy it!)

You bounced slightly on the couch while you waited for Seungcheol to bring the popcorn so you could finally start the movie.

You were a big fan of Marvel but hadn’t gotten a chance to see Infinity War yet, due to school and work getting in the way, but after a solid four months of dodging spoilers - which by the way, is so much harder than you thought it’d be! As if avoiding social media the first month after release wasn’t bad enough, you accidentally saw a potential spoiler on a completed unrelated YouTube video!!! But you don’t know what it means and are too afraid to find out, so you immediately put it out of your head, like Spider-Man probably just got hurt and that’s why he doesn’t feel good, right? But anyways, you were beyond excited to see the newest Marvel movie.

Seungcheol sits down with a huge bowl of popcorn and two cans of cola, “Are you ready?” He asks, as he sits down.

He’s known you for a while now and is fairly certain that the box of tissues and small trash can he’s hidden next to the couch on his side will come in handy, but he promised you he wouldn’t say anything so he just has to keep his mouth shut for two hours.

You nod with determination, “I’m ready! Now remember that you promised just to sit here okay? You’re emotional support because I really think Cap is going to die, like I can just feel it and I think I’m probably going to cry so you just need to be here okay??”

He smiles and nods at you, “Of course, of course” he says as he presses play on the remote, thinking about the ice cream he has in the freezer to console you once the movie is over.

You smile as the familiar Marvel intro plays and you see all the characters you’ve grown to love flit across the screen.

But then, all hell breaks loose at the first scene, and you’re suddenly in tears because Thanos just killed Loki??? Like crushed his windpipe??? And you weren’t ready for this, like Marvel wasn’t playing this time - they just got right into it??

“Coups I don’t think he’s coming back”, you sniffle and reach for the tissue he hands you. “He might, he’s done this ‘dying’ thing before” he says, as he places a comforting arm around you.

You shake your head vehemently, “No, but his windpipe is crushed! Like look at him! He is dead!!”

“It’ll be okay,” he soothes you, as you sniffle into the next scene. “Look it’s Tony and Pepper!”

However, as the movie progresses, you get more and more anxious as the stones are taken by Thanos.

“SHOOT HER STARLORD, YOU PROMISED, OH MY GO-oh my god, bubbles.”

“GAMORA GIRL, YOU BETTER RUN, oh my goD RUN!!! HE LOVES YOU, DON’T LAUGH, JUST RUN!”

“I don’t think they’re gonna come out of this”, you say fretfully as you watch Dr. Strange give Thanos the Time stone to save Tony’s life, even though he promised he wouldn’t.

“It’ll all come together” Seungcheol says as he watches almost gleefully at your reactions.

As you sit through the battle at Wakanda’s barriers, getting fearful for your favorite characters’ lives, you grab Seungcheol’s arm for physical comfort through these dark times.

And then...

“WANDA KILL HIM, KILL HIM! OH MY GOD, I KNOW YOU LOVE HIM BUT JU-oh my god she killed him, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD! Thanos jus- he just.”

You’re in tears as you turn to Seungcheol in disbelief, catching his amused smile. You shove him as you say “Shut up, this isn’t funny, why aren’t you distressed??”

“I’ve already watched it before, it’s really funny watching someone else go through it!” he laughs as you half sob/half laugh with him.

You turn back to the TV, just in time to see Thanos snap his fingers.

And then, all hell breaks loose. Again.

You slide to the ground and kneel at the coffee table as you watch the characters you love, slowly turn to dust.

Tears stream down your face as you sit there, shocked into silence as you watch what feels like everyone just die.

You watch as Bucky fades away, reaching out to Steve.

You watch as Spider-Man tells Tony the now infamous line, and a sob escapes your lips.

Meanwhile, Seungcheol is still on the couch, now mildly concerned at how you haven’t said anything but unwilling to spoil the mood by voicing his concerns.

As the movie ends with Thanos smiling, you suddenly turn to him and stare.

He stares back, and reaches his arms towards you for a hug when-

“EVERYONE JUST DIED” you wail, tears still flowing, seeming like they’d never end.

He slides to the floor with you as he brings the box of tissues. “It’s going to be okay” he tells you, handing you tissues as he tries not to laugh.

You refuse the tissues as you continue to wail, “THEY JUST ALL DIED! POOF! No one got a chance to say good bye!” You sob harder as the tears begin to soak your shirt, at which point Seungcheol begins to gently wipe at your face. 

He brings a new tissue to your nose, “Blow” he says and you obey, blubbering pathetically about how Rhodey was looking for Sam and he just disappeared.

You continue like this until the iconic Marvel after credits scene appears and you watch the destruction occur as HALF THE FUCKING PEOPLE IN THE WORLD DISAPPEAR. You sniffle as you watch Fury press the pager and ponder over what it means.

Tears are still running down your face as you turn to him “What does that mean?” He shakes his head, “We can discuss theories later.”

“Okay,” you nod, but then you scowl at him “You knew!” you groan as you push at him, “You knew everyone was dying and didn’t tell me. You let me worry about Captain America!” He draws you into his chest and hugs you as he chuckles, “You made me promise not to tell you! Made me swear on our friendship!”

You hiccup, “You never listen to me anyways, this of all things to finally listen to.”

He uses a tissue to gently wipe the remaining tears escaping from your eyes.

“Are you ready for ice cream now?” He almost laughs again as your eyes light up. “You have ice cream?” You say, spirits slightly lifting.

“Of course, you think I was going to let you go through that without preparing?” He says as he gets up, and reaches a hand down to help you up too.

“You’re the best,” you say as you give him a hug. “You suck because you didn’t warn me, but I still love you.”

He chuckles and makes his way into the kitchen.

“And because I love you, I got you a gallon instead of a pint.”

(A/N: Well, I hope you guys liked it! I saw IW a couple of months ago at this point, so details were a little hazy, but I think most things are correct. Let me know if you liked it!)

[wlwidow]

Okay I don’t want to accidentally ruin your canon or anything so you can decide whether or not you want to publish this also you’re amazing and I hope you’ve had a good birthday!!!

-

“I know you have feelings for me,” Widowmaker said. “But I don’t feel the same way.” Sombra considered her. She was lying on the couch and Widow was standing in front of her, hands behind her back and posture rigid, looking all the world like a sullen schoolgirl. Sombra shrugged. “Okay.” She turned back to her holovid and the Starcraft stream it was playing, but she could see Widow blinking in confusion out of the corner of her eye. “Okay? Just… okay?” “Yeah. I mean, I kind of figured.” She rustled in her bag of chips, and didn’t wait to finish chewing before continuing. “You know. Conditioning and all. And you were never exactly super mushy with me. Didn’t have any reason to think otherwise.” “Right. Well.” Widow cleared her throat. “Glad we cleared that up.” “Yeah, ‘course. And hey, Widow?” Widow looked down at her with big, golden eyes and for a second, Sombra felt a little bad. But she had to know for sure. “Thanks for letting me know.” Widowmaker felt no emotion, and Amélie Lacroix had been practiced in the upper class art of hiding how you really felt. But the guilt and embarrassment and nervousness were still so evident on Widow’s face that it took all Sombra had not to laugh. “Of course,” she said. “It just seemed right.” “Of course,” Sombra said. Eyes on stream. Eat your chips. Don’t laugh. Widow hesitated, then left her apartment, shutting the door gently behind her. Sombra waited the appropriate amount of time, then burst out laughing. “The asshole,” she muttered to herself, turning up the volume on her holovid. She could talk to him later. D.Va was killing it this match, and she didn’t want to miss a second. - It was late when the stream ended, but he was nothing if not predictable. Sure enough, Gabe was in their communal kitchen, making himself a peanut butter sandwich. She walked up next to him, grabbed a spoon out of a drawer, swirled it in the peanut butter jar, and stuck it in her mouth. “I don’t need my guns to kill you,” Gabe said. “Remember that, before you so much as think about double dipping.” “You don’t even, like, HAVE a body. Why do you care about germs?” Gabe set the knife down and stared at her. She rolled her eyes and dramatically set her spoon down in the sink. Gabe nodded approvingly and turned his attentions back to his sandwich. “What’s going on?” he asked. Sombra stared at him. He rolled his eyes and put the knife down again. “Tell me she didn’t fuck it up,” he said. “There’s nothing to fuck up, Gabe.” She hopped up on the counter and he handed her the knife. She licked it clean as he assembled his sandwich. “I didn’t think that Miss 'Spiders Have No Emotion’ was in love with me. And I don’t think I was subtle about the fact that I liked her.” He sighed. “Still. She should have let you know.” “Really? You and Akande give each other minute-to-minute updates on your feelings towards each other? Or do you just kind of trust that each other knows?” Gabe tried to scowl but it came off as more of a pout. Sombra set the knife down ruffled his hair. “I’m a grown woman, Gabe.  I know what I’m doing. I can take care of myself.” “I know you can,” he said. “Then why did you stick your nose in this?” Gabe was silent for a moment, chewing his sandwich. “Amélie’s not great with communication,” he said finally. “If she said something hurtful, I know she didn’t mean it. I’ll check in with her tomorrow.” Then he walked out of the kitchen. Sombra watched his disappearing back in mild disbelief and annoyance. When he was gone, she grabbed the jar of peanut butter and headed back to her room. - When she rounded the corner in the dormitory, she stopped in her tracks. Widow was sitting in front of her door, resting her head on the wood, a bottle of wine in her lap, eyes closed. “Um.” Widow’s eyes sprung open at the sound of Sombra’s voice, and she scrambled to her feet. She held the wine out in front of her. Sombra took it, shifting the peanut butter under her armpit. She looked between the label and Widow. “Uh. Why?” “It’s apology wine,” Widow said. “That’s not– what are you even apologizing for?” “I– you know– it's–” Sombra raised an eyebrow and Widow trailed off. “I thought you’d like it, okay?” Widow said defensively, after a pause. “And I wanted to see you tonight. So.” Sombra looked at Widow with her big, golden eyes and her hands behind her back and her rigid posture. She remembered Gabriel’s non-answer. And this time, she couldn’t help it, she laughed. “What? What’s funny?” “Just… you.” Sombra stepped around her, shaking her head, and unlocked the door. When Widow side-eyed her, Sombra kissed her cheek, and some of her rigid posture melted away. “It’s good wine,” Sombra said. “Good shit. Come on in.”

[parkersenses]

We Are Infinite (Part One)

Fandom: Marvel Ship: Peter Parker x Reader Requested: Yes ("We've been through everything else together. This is no different." With Peter Parker and a super!reader? (I was thinking before the fight with the vulture?)) Genre: Neutral Warnings: Mentions of Fighting, Swearing, Not Breathing??? Part Two

You couldn’t remember a day where Peter hadn’t been fighting by your side. Since the day the both of you had been bitten by that radioactive spider, and then tried to keep it from each other, and then accidentally revealed it to each other, well– you could say the two of you were close. Spiderman and Spiderwoman had a bit of a ring to it, after all.

The Vulture first attacked Peter on a night where the two of you had split up. You were focusing on a robbery across the city, and Peter was stopping a weapons deal. They both seemed like easy enough missions to deal with on your own. But they apparently were not, when you were alerted through your suit, which was interconnected with Peter’s, that he wasn’t getting any oxygen.

Your heart nearly stopped in your chest. You quickly punched out the last robber and webbed them all up for the police to find before running from the store, following where your suit was directing you towards Peter’s location. You tried not to let the worry consume you when his oxygen levels returned to normal, but the temperature in his suit was dangerously low.

By the time you made it to his location––a playground next to a lake––you saw Mr. Stark there as well. You landed quietly behind one of the slides before stalking over to where Peter was sitting down, maskless, and you felt your anger increase when you saw him covered in water.

“What the fuck, Peter,” you yelled, uncaring of someone hearing you. His head turned towards you, as did the head of Iron Man, and Peter looked at you with slouched shoulders as you ripped your own mask from your head.

“Look-”

“No, no, no, there’s no looking here,” you cut him off, and you ignored Mr. Stark completely as you climbed up to stand in front of Peter. “We split up for one mission–one!–and I get a message that you’re not getting any oxygen? What the fuck!”

“Look’s like you’ve made someone worried,” you heard Mr. Stark’s voice say in a teasing tone from behind you, and you breathed deeply out of your nose to control your anger at him.

“What are you even doing here?” You asked, whipping around to face him. “I thought you were out of the country.”

The Iron Man suit tilted his head at you, and then the head opened to reveal an empty inside. You clenched your jaw. “Actually, I’m not here.”

“Fabulous,” you muttered. Peter was silent next to you, shivering slightly.

“By the way, here,” he pressed something on his arm and Peter immediately let out a groan. Your eyes widened, turning to look at him. He was rubbing his arms up and down, a content expression on his face. “Is a heater. Now, I should be going, let the couple argue it out.”

You hoped Peter couldn’t see your red cheeks as you heard the Iron Man suit fly away. The two of you stayed silent, staring at each other, as Peter continued to rub at his arms. “I’m sorry,” he broke the quiet of the night, and you breathed out harshly through your nose again.

“What happened,” you replied.

He looked away in shame, and you knew you wouldn’t like his explanation. “It was a weapons deal- we weren’t wrong about that. But they weren’t just guns or whatever; they were alien weapons, or something like them. Like the guys in that bank robbery a few weeks ago? Except there were a lot more, and they were all different,” he furrowed his eyebrows, and you bit your lip. The worry seeped into you quickly, wondering how these weapons had even come to be in the first place.

“And I tried to stop them, but they scattered, so I jumped onto the truck. And well,” he looked away from you, an embarrassed expression clouding his face. “I got pretty beat up. And then when I thought I had gotten them, some kind of– a guy in a bird suit showed up– like Falcon! But much more mechanical. And then he just lifted me up and flew, and then he released his parachute and I got all tangled up in it. Then he tossed me into the river,” Peter shook his head, and you slowly sat down next to him. Your arms barely touched, and you could feel the dampness of his suit.

“He was trying to kill me,” he said softly, nearly whispering. You leaned closer to him. “He was really trying to kill me.”

“I’m sorry, Pete,” you responded, resting your head on his shoulder. In return, he rested his atop yours. “We’ll only do this together from now on. It was a stupid idea to split up.”

He didn’t say anything for a few seconds. The only thing you could hear was yours and Peter’s breathing, and you listened closely to his. He was breathing. He was okay. “How did your bank robbery go?”

You smiled lightly. “Good. I left them for the police to find.”

“Good,” he whispered in response. He stayed silent again, and you sighed.

“We’ll figure this out, Pete. We’ll find this guy and take him down,” your heart almost hurt with how much you cared for this boy. He was the closest person you had; you didn’t even want to imagine what would happen if he was no longer by your side every day.

He shook his head from on top of yours. “If he was going to kill me, then he’s going to do the same to you. I don’t-”

“Peter, we’ve been through everything else together. This is no different,” you lifted your head to look at him, and he did the same. “I’m not letting you do this alone.”

He sighed, tilting his head at you slightly. He slouched even more than he already was, and you frowned. “I don’t want you to get hurt,” he said so quietly that you barely heard him. You clenched your fists, trying to control your emotions.

“You’ve seen me get hurt a million times before, Peter. And you’re going to have to continue seeing it, because I’m not leaving your side. No matter what you do, I’ll always be here,” your heart was growing warm, and you knew you were too close to saying what you’d always wanted to.

Peter breathed out shakily from his mouth, eyes locked onto yours. “Thank you,” he said softly. “You don’t know how much it means to me to hear you say that.”

He subtly reached out a hand, resting it gently over yours. You struggled to keep your breathing even as he locked his fingers between yours. You simply nodded in response, unable to form words.

You had a good idea of what it meant to him, because it meant the same amount to you.

It was infinite.

********************* I think I like this one!! To the person who requested this, I’m sorry that it wasn’t exactly after THE Vulture fight, but it is after one of them?? Please let me know what you guys think of this one!! Requests are open, although I might not get to them for a little while due to school :)

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Ship Questionnaire Meme: Sean & Seti

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Who’s more likely to find who wearing their clothes?: Seti more likely would, and he would enjoy the fuck out of itWho enunciates hand holding?: Sean probably, but Seti would often enough as wellWho likes having their hair washed by who?: SetiWho likes to slow dance?: Neither, though Seti would probably be happy to give Sean a nice and slow lap dance, maybe lolMuse that’s more likely to fall asleep with their head in the others lap?: SeanMuse that does all the cuddling in a blanket fort?: BothWho hogs most of the covers at night?: Sean probably, since Seti usually is used to sleeping with no covers Muse who nuzzles the others shoulder to get them to give them a head rub?: SeanHow do they share a desert? Two forks or one?: One forkWho gets jealous more easily?: SeanWho gets angered more easily? SeanHow do they go to sleep at night?: Seti would probably be the one that falls asleep first, either cuddling with Sean, or Sean cuddling with himWho gets the most shoulder rubs?: SeanWhat are there arguments/fights like? How often do they fight?: They don’t fight, Seti would just leave if he starts to get a bit annoyed, to go cool down then come back later.Who is more likely to throw things in fights?: NeitherHow do they make it up to each other/apologize after an argument? Some nice, anger relieving fucking probably.Do they have nicknames for each other?: None so far, but Little Prince is an option lolCaring for each other while ill, how does the other muse go about it?: Well, assuming Seti is most likely to get sick since he doesn’t have quite the strong immune system that Sean most likely has, and if they go traveling realms together every now and then, possibly Sean hopping through mirrors to go find things that would make Seti feel better. As for Seti, he has no medical experiences and cannot travel, so he would mostly just be there for comforting lolWho’s more likely to be patching the others wound?: SeanMuse that says ‘I told you so’, after they come home from the beach and other muse is burnt to a crisp while whining how bad it hurts for not listening and putting on sunblock after the other muse repeatedly told them they’d get burnt?: SetiYour otp has a newborn baby, who gets up in the middle of the night when he/she cries?: The ServantsYour muse’s of the otp reaction to finding the others crying about something? And how do they make them feel better?:  Again, Seti would offer comfort and let Sean work it out through talking, or just calming down on his own. Sean would probably just use a drop of emotion, probably Serenity lolWhat would they be like as parents?: I think they would be pretty good parents.What would they have been like as childhood sweethearts? Seti was a bit shy, so maybe Sean would have gotten him to be a little more adventurous. Seti would probably just be himself and Sean would just like that. Ookay, okay, I might have been thinking of Hinata and Naruto’s relationship from childhood this entire time. lol. Who enunciates taking a bath together?: SetiWho likes who playing with their hair?: Seti likes to play with Sean’s hairThe place they mostly likely accidentally fall asleep together?: Probably on a bed, surrounded by an excessive amount of pillows. 

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who is more likely to hurt the other? Seanwho is emotionally stronger? Setiwho is physically stronger? Seanwho is more likely to break a bone? Seanwho knows best what to say to upset the other? Setiwho is most likely to apologize first after an argument? Setiwho treats who’s wounds more often? Bothwho is in constant need of comfort? Seanwho gets more jealous? Seanwho’s most likely to walk out on the other? Neither, at least not for long, but Seti would leave to let them both cool down, for a few minutes.who will propose? Seanwho has the most difficult parents? Uhm, Sean?who initiates hand-holding when they’re out in public? Both, but Sean more oftenwho comes up for the other all the time? Bothwho hogs the blankets? Sean?who gets more sad? Seanwho is better at cheering the other up? Bothwho’s the one that playfully slaps the other all the time after they make silly jokes? Setiwho is more streetwise? Seanwho is more wise? Setiwho’s the shyest? Seanwho boasts about the other more? Seanwho sits on who’s lap? Seti would totally sit in Sean’s lap all the time.

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Who asks the other on dates: SeanWho is the bigger cuddler: SeanWho initiates holding hands more often: SeanWho remembers anniversaries: Seti more often, But I can see some being remembered by both.Who is more possessive: SeanWho gets more jealous: SeanWho is more protective: BothWho is more likely to cheat: NeitherWho initiates sexy times the most: BothWho dislikes PDA the most: NeitherWho kills the spider: Sean, and then he would probably have Seti give him a nice old chat about the spider not doing anything to him. lolWho asks the the other to marry them: SeanWho buys the other flowers or gifts: BothWho would bring up possibly having kids: Probably both, if Not Seti only.Who is more nervous to meet the parents: I can see Sean being the more nervous one. Who sleeps on the couch when the other is angry: No one, Angry sex.Who tries to make up first after arguments: Both would try.Who tells the other they love them more often: I think this would be even.

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who wakes up first in the morning: Sean

who’s the first to fall asleep at night: Seti

what they playfully tease each other over: 

what they do when the other’s having a bad day: Obviously do stuff to cheer the other up.

how they say ‘i’m sorry’ after arguments: Sex, or talking, probably talking then sex.

which one’s more ticklish: Sean

their favourite rainy day activities: Napping? 

how they surprise each other: By jumping out behind stuff and screaming “BOO!” ...lol

their most sickening shows of public affection: Oo I am imagining there being a lot lol.

Send me a ✵ + a ship and i’ll tell you who does what at christmas!

who spends hours putting up lights only to get tangled in them and storm off? Seti

who accidentally eats a whole box of christmas chocolates in one sitting? Both

who insists on watching the cheesey hallmark christmas movies? Neither

who insists on playing nothing but michael buble in the few days running up to christmas? Neither

who gets their presents wrapped at the mall so the other cant go snooping? Sean

who insists on making snow angels?  Neither

who put christmas outfits on all the pets? Neither

Do they go to family’s or have a quiet day in? Day in

who insists on wearing matching ugly christmas jumpers? Seti

Who waits up until midnight to give the other their present?  Both

Who insists on hand-made presents only one year? Neither

Who puts mistletoe on every door frame? Sean, though not on every door lol

Who gets too drunk at the work christmas party and has to be picked up at 9:15pm? Seti

who gets angry and almost tells kids that santa isnt real? Sean

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Who would throw the other in the pool: They both would

Who is the better carer when the other is sick: Sean, mostly because Seti doesn’t know much about medicine and such lol

Who would force the other to do extreme sports with them: Neither

Who would cook the better romantic dinner: The Servants

Who would build the blanket fort in the living room: Seti

Who would have the best holiday ideas: Seti

Who would need to clean out the other’s stuff to make room for their own: Neither Seti doesn’t have anything but the clothes on his back, his weapons, and accessories, stuff like that, things he can carry. He doesn’t have a home he lives in lol

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where was their first date ?: Egypt? what my muse would do to cheer your’s up: The Answer is SEX! It’s always SEX!! But no, he would just talk to Sean till he was feeling better. who wakes the other up with kisses ( and where ) ?:  Seanwho would pour water on the other to wake them up ?: Neitherhow my muse would wake your’s up: Jerk Sean off, what better? ahaha I honestly don’t know, Seti would be asleep. lolwho would start a food fight while baking or cooking ?: Bothwho would suggest putting marijuana in the brownies ?: Setiwho said i love you first and how ( or when ) did they say it ?:  Sean, and who knows, lolwho would get into a physical altercation over the other ?: Neitherwho insists on purchasing a pet together ( and what kind of pet ) ?:  Seti, and most likely a giant cat. who is louder ( in and out of bed ) ?: Seanwho takes more risks ( in and out of bed ) ?:  Setiwho would bring up the word ‘daddy’ first ?:  Seanwhat is their shared, favourite kink ?: Who knows at the moment loldescribe their typical kiss: Gently, with passion, on the lips. lolhow my muse shows their love for your’s: Just being there for the other and talking to him.their favourite ways to give affection: Petting their head.who is more dominate ?: Seti, but he likes to be dominated, so Sean, So Both.who sings in the shower ?: Setiwho washes the other’s hair in the shower ?: Sean, for the few seconds he’s in the water. lolwho initiates shower sex despite being in a rush ?: Seanwho teases the other under the table at dinner with the family ?:  Setiwho has the weirder taste in music ?: Setiwho would initiate dancing in the rain ?:  Neither, that’s weird, and they could get sick! lol who would be the one to suggest marriage ?:  Seanwhat would they name their children ?: Exotic names. With good meanings behind themwho would their children take after more ?: Both

Scary OTP meme: send a pair and I’ll fill this out

Which one is more fond of scary movies: Sean, Seti would hate it.Which one gets the most excited about Halloween: Both, because of the candy, Seti wouldn’t like much else about it though. lolWhich one would be more likely to survive the apocalypse: Both, because Seti can control the earthly elements, and He would not let Sean suffer by being apart from him in such a world lolWhich one would literally kill for the other: SeanWhich one likes to scare or startle the other: Seti probably lolWhich one is more likely to need comforting when they get spooked: SetiWhich one always puts on a brave face: SetiWhich one would be more dangerous if they suddenly became violent: SetiWhich one would be more likely to commit a crime: BothWhich one believes in ghosts: SetiWhich one likes to watch spooky show on television: SeanWhich one would propose the idea of holding a seance: SetiWhich one has nightmares more often: BothWhich one would want to explore a real haunted house: Sean