#the kid is a mix of the two where she likes nerdy shirts but likes to make and wear kandi type bracelets and necklaces with her mom

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This is so emo and funny to me

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Tall Part 2/?

Prompt: Tech is too tall for his own good. Constantly hitting his head on objects and desks as he works on projects. The other bad batchers make fun of him for this but you find it endearing.

Tech X Reader

Slow Burn/ Angst

Warnings: Mild 1.11 Spoilers, Deviates from canon

Word Count: 1.5K

Part 2/?

partly inspired by this gif 

(it won’t let me put it in but its the one of tech catching omega)

Omega nudges you awake from where you are napping in the pilot’s seat. The small girl’s blonde head peeks over the arm of the chair as she looks out the window. 

“Look!”

The sounds of explosions and blaster fire are erupting from the city center a few klicks away. You quickly lean forward and start firing up the takeoff controls for the Marauder. You are sure your boys are the ones behind the explosions and you smile gently as you imagine Wrecker’s gleeful expression as you see a cloud of smoke rise into the air in the distance.  They can’t be too far off if the nearing sounds of blaster fire are any indicators. Omega rushes to the landing ramp as Hunter’s voice crackles in through the comms. 

“Omega! Get ready to bring the senator aboard!” Hunter sounds a little winded and Wrecker cackles in the background as another explosion rocks the tunnel they were in. You remember the new security system Tech put in place and shake the last cobwebs of your nap out of your mind as you recall the specifications that he had told you about before leaving. Your hands fly across the panels as you disarm the system and lower the landing ramp. You head to the ramp as Omega jumps up and down waving at the men as they trek towards the ship. 

“Ladies! Meet the newest passenger of the Havoc Marauder, Senator Avi Singh.” Hunter introduced you to the senator and you looked him up and down. The senator doesn’t look like he’s all that happy to be leaving his planet in the hands of the Imperials. Singh is wringing his hands and has a look of worry on his face. 

“I should not leave my people. They need me here!” The senator says quietly. Echo leans in with a hand on the senator’s shoulder. 

“If you stay here you will be hunted down and murdered. It is better to live to fight another day than to die unnecessarily.” The clone looks almost defeated as he tells the senator this. Singh’s shoulders slump forward as he takes one last look around his planet before boarding the ship, nodding in agreement at Echo’s words. 

The trip back to Cid’s bar was uneventful to say the least. The senator and his droid are quietly sitting in the cargo hold. You offered him a cup of caf earlier but he graciously declined. The men are scattered around the ship as hyperspace speeds by. Echo and Hunter are attempting to sleep in the bunks while Wrecker and Omega are playing Saabac on the box that functions as a makeshift table. You just poured yourself a piping hot cup of the precious brown liquid that keeps you going through bouts of insomnia caused by the nightmares and the general lifestyle of the Bad Batch. Wandering up towards the cockpit, you aren’t expecting to trip over Tech’s long legs that are stretched out into the aisle. 

“Kriff!” Tech curses as your cup spills slightly onto the top of his blacks. He slides out from the wall he was buried in and starts looking around for a towel to wipe the hot caf off of his shirt. 

“Sorry! I didn’t see you there!” You frantically bend down to help him. You grab one of his grease rags from the toolbox you notice off to the side and dab at the stain on his shirt. 

“No worries. I will be fine.” Tech strips off his shirt and you swear you can feel the temperature of the air heat up several degrees as you realize just how close you are to the taller clone. “There. No harm done. Would you mind putting this in the laundry for me? I need to finish this last bit of wiring before heading back to check on the flightpath.” You flush as you tear your eyes away from the bare chest of the man in front of you. 

“Hm? Sorry! I’ll just get right on that.” You hurry away with the stained shirt and a blush on your face. You left your cup of caf on the floor near where Tech was working. He let out a small chuckle as he steals your drink. Not his fault if you left it in your hurry. 

The ship lands back at Cid’s bar without incident. The senator thanks you all graciously and departs into Cid’s office to discuss payment. Wrecker and Omega not so sneakily sneak off to get Mantell mix and Echo follows them at a distance to make sure they stay out of trouble. Tech goes to the bar to get a drink and you sit beside him to discuss the mission. You flush as you think about the previous night on the ship and you clench your jaw to avoid licking your lips at the thought of the bare chest of the taller clone next to you. You aren’t ashamed to say you dreamed of the expanse of skin and what it might taste like while you were in your bunk after that episode last night. 

“Am I boring you? I can stop if you would like.” Tech looks concerned as you zone back into reality and realize you have been watching him with a blank expression for a beat too long. You blink in surprise as you shake away the untamed thoughts that have been plaguing your mind. You really can’t be anymore obvious in your crush can you? At this point you might as well have a giant sign that follows you around that says “This person has a crush on the tall nerdy one!” 

“No!” You exclaim a little too loudly and get some irritated looks from the other patrons of the bar. “Sorry I'm just distracted today. The mission has me a little rattled. I am not used to being that deep into enemy space.” You say in a quieter tone.

“We are also not used to it. I always knew we would make it to Raxus someday however I never thought about it being to save the seperatist leader. Echo was most displeased about the idea and protested greatly. I tried to convince him that it was just a job and we need to pay off our debt to Cid but he does not see it this way.” Tech seems saddened at his brother’s inability to see the mission without the politics. You can see Echo’s point of view and point out to Tech that Echo’s trauma probably makes it hard for him to trust the separatists seeing as they had kidnapped and tortured him for 2 years before he was rescued. 

“The Techno Union treated him like a computer! An algorithm! Barely even human! I really don’t blame Echo for not trusting the separatists. He has barely recovered from the trauma of being in that machine for so long. He is still really pale and frail and you haven’t finished working on his new limbs yet so he still has the prosthetics they forced on him. Speaking of which, if you need help working on those I am always available. He has every reason to be upset about this mission.” 

You are fully involved in the discussion and don’t hear Echo and the others enter the bar as they make their way over to you and Tech. Echo catches the tail end of the conversation and tries to announce their presence with a small cough that turned into a hacking one that left Omega looking concerned. Her big round eyes are full of unspoken worry as she gazes up at him. Echo glances down at the young girl and forces a smile, patting her head. 

“I am fine little one. Don’t worry about me.” He says reassuringly.

Hunter leaves Cid’s office with her and the Senator. He comes over to where the group has gathered and steals Tech’s abandoned drink. He chugs the rest of it and gestures for the group to follow as he heads back to the ship.  Tech stands up and offers his hand to you to help you off of the bar stool. He has a habit of making sure none of the Bad Batchers fall over, a habit he has picked up from their upbringing on Kamino where the other 3 clones were not the best balanced due to their enhanced abilities. Your face flushes again as you become uncomfortably aware of how close you two have gotten during the conversation. He leans away from your touch as if he also hadn’t realized how close you two had gotten. Tech turns to follow Hunter out the door and has to stoop a little to avoid hitting the door frame, Echo cracking a quiet joke about not having to worry about hitting the top of door frames since he lost a few inches. Only Omega and you caught the joke and you give a chuckle as Omega just looks confused. 

“The legs you see? Lost a few inches? Oh well.” Echo gave up on explaining the joke to the kid and followed Wrecker out the door towards the ship. 

Once back on the ship Hunter announces that they have been given a few days off courtesy of Cid since the mission went so smoothly. The other bad batchers glance at each other, not sure of what to do with their new time off.  You were pretty sure they have never had free time in their entire life.

“We could visit Cut and Suu? See how they are settling in!” Suggests Omega. 

“Too dangerous for them. We attract too much attention. The last thing they need is to be recognized as republic sympathizers.” reasons Tech. 

“I think we deserve a few days of downtime! We can take a well deserved vacation and rest up before the next mission.” you say as you pour a cup of caf from the pot Tech started when you arrived back at the ship. “We can get some repairs done on the ship and maybe even explore the city! I know Omega has been dying to go to the museums in the city center since we got here and I'm sure you boys would enjoy it too.” 

Hunter thinks for a moment and nods in agreement. 

“Sounds like a plan to me.”

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05.

♞ TW: Amm-nia, death, this chapter has a case in it not from an episode, but from a generator. It may sound stupid, but it’s effective, isn’t it? Also, there’s a bit of a wet dream, yet Spencer’s awake, so there’s that.

♞

As Kiara woke up from her sleep, she witnessed Spencer frantically rushing around as if looking for something. "Something wrong, baby?" She asked groggily, which made him stop and look at him.

"I can't find my shirt and there's another case," it wouldn't be the best idea for him to go back to work in the same clothes he wore yesterday, however, he didn't have much of a choice. He couldn't risk being late for his job, especially because he was the star agent of the team.

"Then just take some of my smaller clothes from my closet." She admitted groggily, which looked over to her closet with an unsure look. "Spencer, I was skinny once, I still have those clothes, and they should fit you. Just take the clothes and go."

"But I don't have my boxers," that was the other thing he looked for, which she turned over in her bed. Considering she now lied on her stomach, her words would've been muffled.

"That dresser, second drawer on the left." Listening to her words, he moved to get the clothes and noticed all of the clothes almost perfectly fit him. "Before you ask, I keep my old clothes in case I date skinnier people."

"Thanks, I owe you!" He rushed out of her room, and soon, out of the house. Once they had enough time, they could go over last night. Now, however, they had things to do.

♞

As Spencer got to work, which he hoped his colleagues wouldn't notice his clothing, he passed Garcia, who still noticed something off. "Rough night?" She called out, which Spencer stopped in his tracks.

"Something like that. Where are the others?" If Penelope noticed something different, no doubt the others would, too.

"In the conference room. You're not late, but you might want to hurry up." With that, he rushed toward the conference room and sat down. "Did you get any sleep?" Derek was the first to ask, but Spencer didn't understand why.

"Yes, why do you ask?"

"Because your hair's a mess," at least that sent a wave of relief in his body, which meant they didn't question the woman's clothes on his body. Running his fingers through his hair, he fixed it. Seeing as no one said anything about his clothes, there was a bit of silence before Penelope walked in.

"In Fort Wayne, Indiana, three victims were found scattered in the forest," as she spoke, she clicked the buttons on the remote in her hands. "Each of them had traces of ammonia in their lungs," her voice dropped to barely a whisper. She wasn't the type to enjoy cases, she just liked being in her bat cave.

"It says here that all of the victims died just after sunrise. Maybe it's the unsub's motive," Spencer pointed out before Hotch stood up.

"Regardless, Fort Wayne requested our help. Wheels up in thirty (30)." As everyone else got up and collected the file, there was some sort of tense silence in the room. Trying his best to ignore it, Reid glanced up to see the others glancing at him.

"Is something wrong?"

"You're wearing a blouse," Emily pointed out, which meant his hope went bad.

"Did you have a fun night?" Derek teased and considering his messy hair, all of them assumed he finally got some. "Come on, kid, what was their name?" As he got everything together, hr walked out of the room.

"Kiara," Emily looked at Derek with an open mouth, as if shocked he would admit it.

♞

As the plane was in the air, Spencer kept his head in the case, and knowing Derek, he would've either pestered him about it now or ask about it later. "How many victims are there so far?"

"Five (5) of them. The first two were found three months ago in an abandoned cabin. The police only got word of it from an anonymous tip." Garcia admitted from the video call in her office.

"Alright, when we land, JJ, Prentiss, go to the ME's office, see if there's anything else on the victims the files might've missed. Morgan, Reid, set up at the police station. Rossi, you and I will go to the crime scene."

♞

Once the two were in the car and driving to the station, Derek decided to break the silence. "So, Kiara, huh? Wait, lemme guess: you didn't bring an extra pair of clothes so you had to use hers?"

"Was it that obvious?" He asked, yet he didn't look his friend in the eyes. It wasn't out of embarrassment, but probably out of how much Morgan would taunt him about it. He didn't say anything at first, but he peeled back his collar. "Hey!"

"You need to learn to hide that better, Reid. And fix your hair before we get inside, it still looks like a mess," he teased and messed up his hair intentionally.

"Okay, okay! Leave my hair alone. I was rushed out the door by the case, and I didn't want to be late." He excused, yet Derek wouldn't drop the conversation just yet.

"I guess we have to let the kid out of the coop someday. Fly away little Reid, I'm proud of you," he teased again. This was going to be a long case, and he didn't know if the rest of the team would give him shit about how he lost his virginity.

"You know, I could just be trying something new," Spencer tried excusing his appearance, but he blushed while he did so.

"You definitely tried something new, alright. Even if it weren't for the hickey," Derek tapped his chest with enough force that the scars from her scratches hurt. "That told me enough. Now come on, we gotta get the office set up."

♞

As JJ and Emily made it to the ME's office, Em pushed the door open for both of them to walk inside. "So what do we have?" The blonde woman asked first, which the coroner looked at them both before pulling down the cover.

Because of it, there was irritation around the victim's mouth and nose, most likely from being forced to breathe the gas. "You would think the irritated skin would be the most concerning part, but this was," the coroner then pulled the cover down farther to reveal a series of stab wounds.

"I don't get it, why would the unsub force the victims to breathe the ammonia then stab them?" Getting that piece of information was confusing enough, but it also meant the unsub was disorganized or greedy.

"I don't understand it either, but I can tell you that they're smart. All of the stab wounds were inches from the major arteries." The coroner wasn't the profiler, but there was something about the case that proved there might have been more to this than what meets the eye.

"So they're torturing the victims before killing them?"

"And restraining them, too," the coroner also pulled the blanket away from their wrists and ankles to show the bruising. "The tox screens came back and the only thing pumping through their body was anesthesia. However, the color of her lungs indicates she was gassed repeatedly."

"Okay, thank you." Both women turned to the door as if realizing something. When they got to the hallway, Emily stopped for a moment. Though JJ was a media liaison, it didn't stop the fact she could help on the missions by being a second set of eyes. "What is it?"

"If the unsub has them sit up, and they pump gas into their lungs, but they also stab them..." she trailed off, as if trying to get some sort of idea. For now, she couldn't think of anything because she hadn't been to the crime scene yet. "Let's get back to the station."

♞

As the two women met up with the others, Emily's brain started putting the pieces together, but still needed Reid's nerd expertise with this. "Hey, Reid?" She called out to the boy, though he didn't respond immediately.

His head was buried into the file, yet his mind was elsewhere.

"Be a good boy for me, won't you?" Kiara's voice rang out in his head, and the scene was set. Spencer was on the bed with his dick in a chastity cage while his Mistress hovered over him. His eyes trailed down to her waist, which a nine (9) inch tentacle dildo hung with lube almost dripping off.

"Yes, Mistress," he whined, and considering she wouldn't stroke his dick to help him feel better, he just rolled his hips. He wanted her, but she wouldn't let her baby have her.

"So eager, already? I wonder how your tight little ass would feel around my new strap. Now stay still or I'll leave you here with the belt on," almost immediately, he stopped moving, despite what his brain told him to do.

As she climbed on top of him, she lifted his legs and slid the dild-

"Reid?" Hearing the voice made him look up from the file, which proved his mind was somewhere else. "Do you have any nerdy facts about the case?" Emily needed to know the full parameters, and judging by the growing blush on his face, he thought about something not safe for work.

"Eighty percent (80%) of ammonia is used for either fertilizer in the agricultural community or used as a refrigerant gas. Ammonia gas itself is lighter than air, so it rises, yet when mixed with moisture, turns into a vapor. The vapor turns so heavy that it keeps to the ground, but the unsub's found a way to transport the ammonia gas without it turning into something harmful to the unsub themself." He rambled on, but it also indicated the level of skill the unsub had.

"So we might be dealing with a chemist?" Morgan asked, which Emily pulled out her phone and dialed Garcia.

"What's cookin', good lookin'?" She asked into the call, not aware that she was on speaker phone.

"Garcia, you're on speaker. I need you to make a list of all of the chemists within Fort Wayne, Indiana," she placed her phone onto the table, which meant anyone could ask the tech wizard to narrow the search.

"There's over six hundred (600) names. Do you have anything to narrow it down?" Hoping there was more to the search than just the job alone, she looked to another screen as she waited for an answer.

"Look for anyone who might have a history of violence. It might be something as little as peeping to murder." Derek said something next, which caused Penelope to type it into the filter. Though it was a great thing, there were still a lot of names on the list.

"That leaves me with sixty names, sugar. It's majorly concerning how many of them could pick up jobs. Some of them have misdemeanors, others have assault, someone has aggravated battery." Penelope listed off some of the crimes that popped up on the screen.

"That's all for now. Thanks, Garcia," Emily picked up her phone.

"You're welcome, my Mistress," she ended the call before Em had a chance to say something back, so she shook her head. As they turned to the door, an officer rushed in.

"There's been another body," hearing those words, all of them rushed out the door. Considering they only got here a few hours ago, it meant this death was fresh. Taking two cars, one that had Morgan, Reid, and Prentiss while the other had Hotch and Rossi, JJ stayed behind in case she had to deal with the media.

♞

As Kiara worked, her mind wandered to last night. What she wouldn't give to hear him beg for mercy like that again. However, she couldn't keep her mind on it, considering her phone rang. The noise and feeling of the sudden buzz almost made her jump, but she contained herself enough.

Looking at the caller ID, it was Spencer, which made her confused but she answered it anyway. "What is it?"

"How do you undo a downward prayer? Each shibari design has a failsafe wrapped in," this must've been important, which also meant this wasn't time for jokes. Closing her eyes for a moment, she thought to herself.

"On the back, there's over three (3) dozen ties to create the design. The one you're looking for might be tucked in behind one of the strings. If he's an amateur, it'll be tucked between the hands of the person in the rope. If not, then it'll be wrapped around their neck."

"Are you sure?"

"There's only two ways to create a downward prayer and there's always a failsafe. Always." There was a bit of silence before someone picked up the phone again. "Did you save them?"

"Yeah, I did. Thank you." He ended the call, most likely trying to keep his voice to a professional level.

♞

The place I got the ammonia knowledge was from here. 

[interstellarrambles]

Hi! Love your writing! Would you ever consider doing a Billy Hargrove x plus size reader? Maybe the reader is shy and nerdy so the party are always hanging around her, she's like an cool older sister to them. Billy finds the kids annoying because they're always around the reader when he tries to ask her out. Thanks!

heya love! very sorry I took my time with this but I wanted to make it perfect as a chubby girl myself. I really hope you enjoy it, this is probably the longest piece I've ever written, it's like four in one. solis x

pairing: Billy Hargrove x female plus size!reader

fandom: stranger things

warnings: bullies unsurprisingly, nothing terrible, abusive families, domestic abuse

fourth time lucky. bh.

the three times billy hargrove tried to ask you out, and the one time it actually worked.

hair pushed back, cig hanging gently on his smiling lips and jeans sprayed onto his muscular thighs; Billy Hargrove looked almost delectable as he stood, leaning against your lockers and waiting for you to show up. this had become a regular thing since you'd first started hanging out, and though the other teenagers of Hawkins couldn't work out why Billy would want to hang around for you, he couldn't care less. whenever he needed someone real to comfort him, and show him he was worthy of love and affection, you were there. you made him feel more alive, and that made him breathless ironically whenever he was around you. touch starved was never a word Billy would ever associate with himself until he met you. no matter how many girls had laid their hands on him, he needed none of them as much as he needed your touch.

already this afternoon, Tommy had tried to pull him away, promising him a girl at his party later on, but Billy simply shook his head and remained where he was. you were due a free period right now, and he wanted to skip and go hang out before the end of school when he'd have to pick up Max.

it was through Max and the gang that the two of you had met properly for the first time, and though she'd hated his insistent flirting, she had to admit that she didn't mind hanging out with you more. suddenly less boisterous and cruel, whenever he was around you, Max noticed how Billy would change. he loved how much you cared about the gang, even if he could never work out why you cared so much.

caring and sweet, yet undeniably outspoken and confident: it was something Billy loved about you - you had the capability to show so much love, perhaps because of experiencing a severe lack of it, but on the other hand, you still stood up for yourself and protected the ones you loved fiercely. your years in high school before billy had been ridden with cruel taunts and bullying because of your appearance, hence why you began hanging out with the gang, but since he had joined, people quickly learned not to mention you in the wrong way. whether it was the love he felt for you in his heart that motivated him to dish out bruises and broken bones in your honour, or the way you always patched him up after and kissed his bruised knuckles as a thank you, he wasn't really sure. in his heart, he knew it was a mixture of both.

Billy had been too caught up in his thoughts to notice you coming around the corner moments before, but when he heard your laughter bouncing through the corridor, he knew it was you. gazing on in adoration, he watched as you walked towards him, your boots hitting the ground quicker when you noticed him waiting. your smiles and soft skin just visible from your clothes made him nervous, and though he wasn't accustomed to the feeling he'd put up with it if you were part of the deal.

"hey princess, been missing you," he smirked, removing his cigarette to talk properly. up close, he made a note that you were wearing one of his old shirts, one he had left at yours one night after a fight with his father. the bitter memory of his injuries was somewhat sweetened by the memory of you kissing his wounds and holding him. he hoped you'd find comfort in him too.

"hey Billy, thanks for waiting," softly smiling back, you pressed your hands against his chest and pushed him back so you could open your locker. as you touched him, gentle but firm, his muscles tensed noticeably and he felt his heart race a little faster.

"so uhh, I had something I wanted to ask you doll," his demeanour quickly became less relaxed, and you felt yourself fill with nerves. a blush spread across your cheeks when he called you that pet name, your imagination getting the better of you. imagining him whispering, groaning that pet name in another predicament completely made your skin feel hot to the touch.

right as you nodded and he went to continue, one of the gang cleared their throats in an effort to get your attention.

you chuckled as you watched his face quickly drop. behind you stood the gang smiling up at Billy, half scared, half amused. the way you'd yelled at him in the past for even laying a finger on them made him too scared to dare do anything, but the threat remained in their minds.

the kids muttered between themselves as you and Billy took a step aside. you tried to keep your head straight as you watched his muscles tense and the st christopher bounce against his chest, but you still felt slightly dizzy. with you stood against the lockers, him mere centimetres away, your mind was racing and you just hoped he couldn't tell.

"princess..." his tone was a mix of warning and pleading, and made your hair stand on edge. Billy knew the kids wanted to come and hang out at your house, since no one else's parents would allow it. but Billy wanted you to himself for once, and when it came to you, whatever Billy wanted, he usually got. perhaps not today though.

shaking his head, Billy knew he'd lost the battle when you smiled and tilted your head at him.

"okay, but they're gonna have to make it up to me at some point," he stated, loud enough for the whole corridor to hear, turning to you with a smile, he whispered, "and so will you doll."

a few weeks later, you found yourself sat on the bleachers in the school gym, watching Billy practice. confident, proud and talented: Billy knew he was good at basketball, better than anyone else on the team, so he enjoyed the moments on the pitch. it was one of those moments where Billy felt good at something; it was something he could be proud of.

lighting up with joy, his face was always a wonder when he noticed you were watching, and it made your stomach fill with butterflies. though you were sure the guys on his team would've said something about you hanging around, you were also sure he'd shut them up. it made you nervous being in a room full of boys that had made your high school experience suck, but the occasional smiles from Billy were worth it.

the mainly quiet gym, hour long practice and shirtless Billy were all more than enough to convince you to attend every practice he had, using the space to revise or study (or spend your time gazing at the boy of your dreams). as well as this, Billy always rushed through showering and getting ready afterwards to take you to a local diner, where the two of you would hang out and waste away the evening with jukebox dancing and milkshakes.

having the privilege to be in the presence of post workout Billy was something you'd never stop being grateful for, because his bad boy act usually dropped during these times. buzzing with energy, he'd grab your hand while he drove down the endless country roads and tell you stories of running away, making a new life. his eyes would electrify, and you'd both lose track of time, playing his music way too loud and dancing badly.

hopefully, today would be no different. you both had a big test the next day and you had revised so much your brain had turned grey and blurry. Billy needed a pick me up too, since his home life had been worsening, so you vowed to make tonight memorable for him. planning ahead, you'd packed a bag with a blanket and some snacks, hoping to find somewhere to stop and have a fire.

as you finished going through your notes one last time, the coach blew the final whistle indicating practice was over. after receiving a wink from Billy and waving back to him gleefully, you began packing away your notebooks and headed for the car park, where you'd wait for him.

by the time Billy joined you, his hair still wet from the showers, you were freezing, your jumper not quite shielding from the bitter mid spring air. immediately, Billy picked up on this and before even greeting you his jacket was wrapped around your frame. it made you nervous sometimes, since his clothes weren't as baggy on you as they would be on other girls, and this threatened to wipe the smile off of your face.

"sorry I took so long doll, Steve was giving me shit," although his face showed obvious distaste for Steve, his eyes still softened at the sight of you in his clothes: "you look gorgeous today y/n, even better with my jacket."

blushing, you hugged him silently, chuckling to yourself when he slipped his hand into his jacket pocket to reach for a his lighter and cigarettes.

"there's no surprise," swinging open the door for you, he simply ignored your remark, so you continued, "what's the plan for today then?"

Billy had also wanted today to be special. he'd thought it over and over in his mind, trying to think of something good enough, a way to ask you out properly that suited you, showed you how much your deserved. he thought he'd come up with a pretty good idea, but it would have to be a surprise for now to make the reveal even more worthwhile.

"well babe, that is a surprise, you'll have to wait and see," he teased, a smirk rolling around his lips, sharing the space with his lit cigarette. hopping into the seat next to you, Billy began driving away from Hawkins high school, his palm resting gently on your thigh. a small affection you had grown to love, the feel of his palm against your skin set your body alight almost and you had to fight the smile threatening your lips.

Billy eventually let you know he needed to pick some things up from his house before you could set off together to do whatever he had planned, claiming he'd left something at home that morning. therefore, when his Camaro rolled up the street to his house, you settled into the seat, not expecting to have to wait long before he'd be back.

with the weight of his denim jacket on your torso, you fiddled with the seams of it, adoring the way it swamped your body even if you knew you probably looked ridiculous. tuning out to the situation, you knew Billy wouldn't invite you in at all, so you busied yourself organising the front seat of his car, something he'd probably kill anyone else for.

living with his father, there were certain things Billy was sensitive to, things he could piece together pretty quickly to decipher the situation. so when he saw the lights of the living room illuminating the house and heard the stern voice of his father hollering through the house, it set his body on full alert. he knew pretty quickly it had something to do with Max, since she had told him not to bother taking her home, saying she didn't want to wait until practice was over.

Billy figured he could buy perhaps another half hour to drive you home and pretend like everything was normal; the outcome would be the same regardless, he'd be blamed and punished for whatever stupid thing his step sister had decided to do.

hands shaking, Billy returned to the car, his lips pressed tightly together as he gripped the steering wheel white knuckled.

realising the tension coursing through his body, you slowly placed your hand in his empty one, holding it on one of your thighs. only moments before he'd been touching your skin with a completkely different emotion racing through his veins. he'd been overtaken by excitement and anticipation, wondering whether he'd finally be able to kiss you tonight and hear you call him yours properly. fear and adrenaline had replaced this now, and anticipation for a completely different evening set his heart beating off time.

his eyes trailed over to you for a second, a silent acknowledgement, a thank you for showing him the love he needed. whether you were good with words or not, it didn't matter since he probably wouldn't hear you over his heart pounding.

keeping him grounded, the warmth of your hands around his and the soft of your thighs held him in place; reminded him there was good in the world.

"I... Billy I wanted to say something, and I don't know if now is the right time," you started, regretting the words as soon as they left your mouth, but not being able to stop once you'd started, " you mean the world to me, and I..."

the words got choked in your throat, and though his eyes remained on the road, you felt the car pull over so he could focus on you. it was so fucking embarrassing to Billy. tonight of all nights, when Billy was planning to ask you to be his girl, his little sister had decided to sneak out instead of riding home, and got caught. his dad was furious and now Billy was livid with Max again. but most of all, he was embarrassed that his home life was so fucked up, he couldn't even take the time outside of school to ask you on a date.

processing the words you were speaking to him wasn't really working in his overactive mind, and you could tell. reaching with your hands, you held his face and as you spoke, he watched your lips shamelessly

"I'm sorry it's like this Billy. I wish I could do something. I just want you to be safe."

Billy didn't have anything in mind to respond to your sympathy with, so he simply leaned into your touch one final time.

"you should get going. I'll pick you up tomorrow morning. my dad..." he trailed off but you understood clearly.

miserably reaching for your bag, you leaned over to him and kissed his cheek before clambering out and making your way up to your house. butterflies still fluttered around your stomach at the small moment of bliss, having him so close yet so far, even if the moment was horrifically tainted.

Billy traces his fingers across the shape your lips has branded into his cheek and smiles softly for a second, forgetting himself in your love.

today, Billy had noticed something different about you. adorned in one of his borrowed band shirts, a confidence seemed to radiate from your skin, and though he didn't know what had provoked it, he was determined to keep it there.

glittering with amusement, your eyes widened as he stole your book from your hands and took the seat next to you. in the cafeteria especially, many wondered why Billy Hargrove, the legend, would sit with someone quite a bit lower down the social ladder. even so, his presence, along with the faint smell of cigarettes and aftershave, followed you in your lunch periods and you were eternally grateful. you loved spending your lunch times listening to him complain about Steve and Tommy, and you loved how he'd listen intently to your ramblings about school, home and whatever work you were doing.

whenever Billy wasn't with you, cutting remarks would haunt you like a second shadow, and though you were big enough to deal with it yourself, it was nice not having to.

as he winked at you and dropped your book back into your lap, your heart swelled a little and you didn't quite notice one of his teammates walking by, so when his voice cut through your moment harshly.

"hey Billy, I didn't realise you were trying on the fat girl? c'mon there's much better-" the boy didn't quite get to finish his sentence before Billy had him against a nearby support, clearly furious.

gripping the lapels of his jacket, Billy practically growled, "I suggest you shut the hell up before I beat your ass," before dropping him, realising the staff members had caught on to his out burst. as well as the rest of the students, whose eyes quickly landed on you, shaking and visibly embarrassed.

pathetically whimpering as he crawled away, the boy avoided your path when he noticed you snatch your bag and make a run for it. breathing hard, Billy quickly grabbed his jacket before chasing after you as you hurried outside, gasping for air. your cheeks felt like they were on fire and you couldn't help but wish it didn't have to be like this.

you cursed his athletic nature when he caught up to you almost immediately, whispering "hey, hey don't cry babe, don't cry about him, he's an asshole," over and over while pulling you into a hug.

until he mentioned it, you didn't notice you were crying, fat tears making his sweater soggy. glittering again, this time your eyes struggled to meet his when he pulled away to speak to you.

"I'm so, I'm sorry you had to do that for me Billy, I," you started in between wiping the tears away on your sleeve. wrapping his jacket around you, he smiled and replied "it's no problem, I just wanna see you smiling girl, that's all. I just lose my temper when they say shit like that because I just..." before he managed to finish his sentence, you took his hand, already half expecting but not quite believing what he was about to say. trembling but warm, strong; his eyes dropped to your hands intertwined and you were somewhat shocked to see a blush forming across his cheeks.

"I wanna look after you forever y/n. hate seeing you upset, you're too important to me," Billy couldn't believe he'd copped out with such a wishy washy answer, but it satisfied you. you knew what he really meant behind his words and you felt the same, which was why you pushed yourself into his arms again and kept your face pushed against his neck for longer than before.

the cold bite of his metal jewellery against your skin mixed with the faint smell of his cologne made you almost light headed, overtaken with love and light swarming your insides, but with his arms around your waist, there was nothing but safety to be felt.

smiling against his skin, you whispered loud enough for only him to hear,

"you're important to me too Billy, always will be."

perhaps a month or so later, Billy stood against his Camaro, a cigarette painting his lips with grey smoke, watching as you ran over to him. smiles exchanged from a distance as usual, he couldn't help but notice yours was bigger than usual and he wondered why.

knuckles clenching when he saw Steve and the children close by, following your heels, he felt worry wash over him and he became gripped by the though that Steve had perhaps made a move. Billy had always gotten the idea that Steve was interested, since you hung out more than average friends due your shared love for the kids. it could've also been a sense of masculinity that Billy had always felt he needed to uphold - Steve had been the king once and what would stop you from seeing that he was better for you than Billy would ever be?

Billy had never had to deal with feelings of insufficiency before, and he wasn't quite sure what to do. washed away as quickly as they had arrived though, he felt himself calm when you came closer and fixed his collar for him. his breath fanning against your neck as you reached to unfurl the collar, his warmth enveloped you and it took everything in you to hold back.

blissed out from just that moment, Billy took a few seconds to realise there was something in your hand before asking, eyeing the kids behind you.

"there's a fair coming nearby!" El butted in, earning a ruffle of her hair from you and a slight smile from Billy - he had to admit she was cute sometimes.

"and obviously, we're going," you proposed, half asking, half demanding.

Steve smirked at the way you placed a hand on Billy's chest, unconcerned at the glare he received from Billy as a result.

"I'm off, come on kids, you can come to mine," Steve announced, giving you a smile that just reeked of 'tell him you pussy'.

a few goodbyes were said and hugs were given, and then you were alone with Billy, Max clambering into the car to give you a minute. perhaps even she could sense what was going to happen.

Billy simply raised an eyebrow having clearly worked out there was something on your mind.

"Billy, I've been wanting to say it for a while and I wasn't really sure how you'd react, but," hot, red and fast, Billy could feel his blood pulsating as the words tumbled from your lips, but he couldn't stop looking at them.

"I wanted to know if you'd go to the fair with me, as more than just friends? I get it if not, but I like you a lot and it's kinda..."

before you could finish your sentence, Billy was asking if he could kiss you, ignoring everyone around you.

soft, warm and comforting, his lips against yours convinced you you had no reason to be nervous. the kiss quickly deepened, your hands laced through his hair and his settled on your waist.

"God I've waited too long for this," he whispered into your neck.

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Hi! Do you think you could write something about being Scott Lang’s other daughter and dating peter?? Thank youu

Like Father

Pairing: Peter Parker x Lang!reader

Synopsis: “You see your dad shrink down to the size of a thumb tack and ride on the back of an ant and you think, “hm, that’s the grossest thing I’ll ever see.” And that this happens.” You gestured to the mess in dismay, noticing something shiny on Peters wrist. “Are you guys handcuffed together!?”

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“Baby sitters here!” You called upon hearing the doorbell ring, despite being the one closest to the door. You refused to answer to door when people rang it out of silent protest for your dad making the doorbell chime “La Cucaracha”. It embarrassed you every time. Every damn time.

“Let it ring again!” Your dad called from his makeshift lab in the basement. “I want to hear those sweet tunes.”

“I’m going to answer it, just so you cant hear those sweet tunes.” You yelled back as you opened the door.

“Hey Mr. Pym.” You said, expecting to see Hank Pym, Cassie’s usual baby sitter. Instead, a complete stranger in a hood stood in your doorway. He gave you an awkward smile as he stood there, shivering in the rain. “Oh. You’re not Hank.”

“Sorry to disappoint.” The stranger said in a voice much higher than you’d think he’d be carrying considering his broad shoulders and strong demeanor. “I’m here to babysit Cassie. C-could I please come in?” He asked, still shaking from the cold.

“Oh, yeah, sorry.” You said sheepishly as you opened the door for him to walk in your house. He took a step inside and gently shook off the rain drops from his coat. “Here, let me take your coat.”

You slid the damp raincoat off the strangers and hung it up on the rack next to the door. Once his hood was off, you could see the stranger more clearly. He was young, probably around your age or older. There were incandescent rain drops clinging to his tousled brown hair that reflected off the lights on the ceiling. He wore a wool sweater that looked like someone’s grandmother knit over a button down top. He was undeniably cute, in a nerdy kind of way. You became unexpectedly aware of your appearance, pulling down your skirt and pulling up your top. You were planning on going to a party and never normally dressed up. You didn’t want to leave this stranger with the wrong impression of you in case this was the last time you saw him.

“I see you fell for my reverse psychology to open the door.” Your dad said triumphantly as he came up the basement stairs. “Peter, you remember my daughter.”

“Uh, no actually.” You said, never taking your eyes off of Peter, who was giving you the same wistful look. You racked your brain for where you’d met this handsome stranger, but you came up empty. “We’ve never met.”

“Oh, you’ve never met Peter?” Your dad asked you, leaning against the doorway. You shook your head no. “Even better. You opened it for a complete stranger.”

A completely adorable stranger, you thought.

“I’m Peter by the way.” Peter awkwardly stuck his hand out for you to shake. “Peter Parker.”

“Y/n.” You said as you took his hand. “Y/n Lang.”

A bashful smile dressed his lips. If you thought he was cute before, he was even cuter with a grin.

“Mr. Lang, you never told me you me you had a second daughter.” Peter shifted his backpack on his shoulder and looked almost offended at your dad.

“I don’t like to give to much information anyway.” Scott shrugged and folded his arms. “I’m a very private man.”

“Since when?” You snorted. “You shouted your phone number out the window of your car the other day because some guy let you come into his lane.”

“Well, some guy was very nice and I wanted to thank him. And if it weren’t for some guy, you wouldn’t have gotten to school on time.” Your dad was heavy with the sarcasm, as usual.

“Well maybe you should take some guy out on a date tonight instead of Hope. I’m sure she’d love that.” You dished his sarcasm right back as Peter let out a laugh.

“You’re funny.” Peter said as he scratched behind his ear. Your dad looked surprised, then smug, at Peters sudden declaration. You, on the other hand, were throughly blushing and remained silent, not even giving him a thank you.

“Like father, like daughter.” Scott remarked, unblind to the connection forming between you and Peter. He knew his daughter well enough to know when she was crushing. You were witty and quick, and never one to be rendered speechless. After all, you were your father’s daughter. But here you were, standing in front of Peter, and not saying a word.

“Well, I’d hate to keep Hope waiting. She’s a truly hideous woman and doesn’t go out on dates often.” Scott rubbed his hands together and looked around for laughs at his joke. You did nothing but roll your eyes and toss him his keys. Peter, not knowing your father well enough to know he was never serious, looked horrified.

“He’s kidding.” You quickly assured Peter. “He worships Hope like the sun.”

“Yes I do.” Scott clapped his hands, proud as ever. Cassie suddenly came into the room and ran into Scott’s arms.

“Bye Daddy.” She said, giving him a hug.

“Bye pumpkin.” Scott kissed her cheeks and set her down. “Ready to go, Y/n?”

You looked between your dad and Peter. You had two options. Go to a fun party with your friends after a stressful week at school, or stay home with your little sister and a total stranger. The choice was obvious.

“I actually think I’m skip the party.” You said, much to Peters surprise, but not surprising your dad at all. He saw it coming the moment Peter walked through the door. “I think I’ll just hang out with Cassie tonight.”

“And Peter?” Your dad asked with a wicked grin. You gave him an angry look.

“Yeah.” You said, staring your dad down. “And Peter.”

When Peter was distracted with adjusting Cassie’s fairy wings, you and your dad got in a silent fight. He made kissy faces and dreamy eyes at Peter while you mouthed “shut up!” and hit him on the arm. When Peter looked up, you and Scott cleared your throats and leaned against opposite sides of the doorway, pretending nothing happened.

“Well, I best be going.” Scott said, shooting you a wink. “Wouldn’t want to interrupt anything.”

“Okay, bye dad!” You yelled as you pushed him out the door. Scott left and got in his car, yelling something about how Teen Mom 2 was already cast.

You locked the front door and turned to Peter. To your surprise, he had Cassie in his arms, who had her arms comfortably around his neck. They were giggling quietly among themselves.

“Oh.” You blinked at the sight. “I didn’t realize you two knew each other.”

“I’ve babysat her a few times.” Peter told you as he fixed Cassie’s tilted crown. “Whenever Hank can’t make it.”

“I never knew that.” You said, feeling dumb for being the only Lang who wasn’t buddies with Peter Parker.

“Because you’re never home.” Cassie said, kind of sadly. You didn’t expect her answer to be what it was. Sure, she wasn’t wrong. But you didn’t think your after school activities and hang outs with friends had an effect on your little sister.

“I’m home now.” You told her, feeling guilty for not realizing until this moment that your little sister missed you. “And I want I hang out with you guys.”

“Really?” Peter asked, a gleam of hope in his pretty brown eyes.

“If that’s okay.” You offered.

“Yay, Y/n!” Cassie held up her little arms in triumph.

“I guess it’s okay.” Peter laughed at her reaction.

“Great.” You smiled, feeling surprisingly exciting for the night ahead. “Let me go change.”

You went up to your room and stripped out of your party clothes. You opted for a big Captain America shirt that your dad brought you after the battle at the airport and some soft sleep shorts. You wiped off your makeup and put on some light mascara and tinted lip balm. You judged your appearance in the mirror, decided you liked it, and went downstairs.

When you came down the stairs, Peter was running around the room with Cassie in his arms. Her fairy wings were on and her arms were out, Buzz Lightyear style. Peter was making plane sounds as he jumped over furniture. You didn’t make your presence known just yet. You wanted to watch how sweet Peter was with your little sister for a minute more.

“Peter.” Cassie giggled. “I’m not an airplane. I’m a fairy.”

“Well what sounds do fairies make?” Peter played along.

“I heard that they sound like wind chimes.” You said with a smile. Peter stopped spinning around and smiled sheepishly at you.

“Oh, sorry.” He apologized. “She likes it when we do this.”

“Don’t apologize.” You told him, walking further into the living room. “You’re good with kids.”

“I’m good with my favorite kid.” Peter set Cassie down, gave her a fist bump and wandered into the kitchen. It made you wonder how many times he’d been in your house without your knowledge. “How about we make your favorite brownies, princess?”

“Brownies!” Cassie cheered, getting the mix out of the pantry. Hearing him call her “princess” tugged at your heart strings. He was being a better sibling to Cassie than you had been lately. That stopped tonight. You helped Cassie and Peter mix the batter and spoon it into a pan. He helped Cassie crack some eggs and add in the vanilla.

“Alright miss.” You said once the oven was preheated and ready to go. “You’ve been a great help but you can’t use the oven. Peter and I got this part.”

“I’m gonna wait in my room.” Cassie told you before scurrying away, leaving you alone in the kitchen with Peter. He popped the brownies in the oven and immediately got to work cleaning the mess you’d made along the way.

“You don’t have to do that.” You told Peter as he put the ingredients you used back in the fridge. “We can leave it for my dad to clean when he gets back. Cassie and I are very good daughters in that way.”

“Its no trouble.” Peter told you as he wiped the counter top of any stray crumbs. “I like your dad. I’m happy to help him out.”

“You do?” You asked in shock. How could a smart guy like Peter like your butthead father?

“Yeah.” Peter laughed at the disgusted face you hadn’t realized you were making. “He’s funny.”

“Funny looking.” You replied.

“I see where you get it from.” Peter said playfully, untying his apron and putting it back in the drawer.

“People say we’re alike, but I don’t see it. My dads a little nuts.” You admitted with a proud smile. “He’s kinda like a sentient roomba.”

“I would love for you to explain further.” Peter chuckled as you picked up a rag to help him clean.

“Like, he means well, but all he does is clean and bump into things.” You said as you hit your hip on the corner of the table.

“Like father, like daughter.” Peter commented as you doubled over in pain.

“Speaking of my father, how do you guys know each other?” You asked, rubbing your sore hip.

“We met in Berlin a few years ago.” Peter said casually.

“Oh.” You nodded. “Wait, you were in Berlin? At the battle at the airport?”

“Yeah, uh, I’m…Spider-Man.” Peter stammered. He wondered why he even bothered wearing a mask these days if he did nothing to keep his identity a secret.

“So you’re the one who made my dad fall over like he was in Guilliver’s Travels?” You recalled the story your dad told you, which involved him growing really big and Spider-Man wrapping “something sticky” around his huge legs.

“It’s um, The Empire Strikes back, actually.” Peter reluctantly corrected you, not wanting to seem like a smart ass. “And he’s totally cool with that now. He knows I had to do to to impress Mr. Stark.”

“So you’re like a full blown Avenger?” You asked coyly, knowing Peter wasn’t the type to brag.

“Yeah, basically.” Peter nodded in a higher voice than usual. “Mr. Stark recruited me for that fight and I’ve been working with him ever since. He basically became like a father to me since…” Peter trailed off and looked embarrassed for a second.

“Since?” You asked, trying to meet his gaze, which was glued to the floor.

“Nothing. He’s just like a father to me. That’s all.” Peter finished. You knew not to press the topic any further. Peter looked up at you graciously for understanding.

The ding from the oven pulled Peters attention from you. You watched him curiously now that he had a new air of mystery around him. He knew exactly where your oven mitts were and slipped them on. He took them out as Cassie came bounding into the room.

“Are they ready?” She bounced up and down, trying just to see into the pan.

“They’re a little burnt, but they’re ready.” Peter told her. He bent down so she could see how they came out. You admired how gentle he was with her, keeping the pan away from her so she couldn’t burn her fingers.

“They’re so ugly.” Cassie said with wide eyes. “I love them!”

After eating too many brownies and wiping Cassie’s face with a warm towel, Peter suggested another activity.

“How about some makeup?” Peter asked as he put the dishes in the sink.

He’s washing the dishes, you thought, he’s perfect.

You watched Peter with a sly smile. He was being so domestic and wholesome that your heart melted.

“Cassie’s too young for makeup.” You suddenly realized what Peter had said.

“Not for her.” Peter laughed as he dried a plate and put it in the correct spot in your cabinet. “For me.”

“Follow us.” Cassie commanded as she lead you and Peter by the hand into her room. She got out her Claire’s makeup set and sat Peter down in her rolling pink chair. He sat down like he’d done it a million times before. You just stood by and watched as Cassie smeared shimmering purple eyeshadow to Peters eyelids. He was so compliant, staying perfectly still as she poked and prodded at his face.

“Shoot.” Cassie said as she finger painted orange blush to Peters cheeks. “I left your tiara in the basement.”

“Well I simply can’t go out like this.” Peter pretended to be insulted as he gestured to his outfit. Cassie giggled with delight.

“I’ll be right back. Y/n, can you put his lip gloss on?” Cassie asked as she crossed the room and went out the door.

“Sure.” You called as Cassie ran out of the room. She had been standing on a stool to apply Peters makeup, but you didn’t need the stool. You couldn’t get to his lips from where you were standing. You tried to go in from several different angles, but you could never reach. Finally, you straddled Peters lap and looked up at him shyly, lip gloss tube in hand. Peter hesitantly rested his hand on your legs with a feather light touch.

“So, uh,” you smiled nervously at him, which he returned. “Or you a Cherry Red kinda girl or a Princess Pink?”

Peter laughed, fanning your face with his minty breath. “Princess Pink. Cherry Red would clash with my blush.”

You tapped the tube against the heel of your hand and twisted the cap off.

“Pucker up.” You instructed. You absentmindedly puckered your own lips as you applied the sparkly gloss to Peters lips. He kept his eyes trained on you as you lathered it on. You were so close. Close enough for him to smell your perfume.

“What’s that perfume you’re wearing?” Peter asked without moving his lips. You were concentrating pretty hard for someone using Claire’s lip gloss.

“Why?” You laughed softly. “You want some?”

“I just want to know the name.” Peter smiled, careful not to mess up your work. Though you didn’t have to be, you were both speaking quietly, not wanting to disturb the silence.

“I’m not sure. I’m think it’s one of those dumb ones like “Midnight at the Beach.” As if anyone knows what a midnight at the beach smells like.” You answered him. Peter took a whiff of the air. Your air.

“Midsummer Bay Breeze.” Peter suddenly identified after racking his brain. “My mother used to wear it.”

“Used too?” You asked, wiping off some excess gloss with your thumbnail.

“She and my father died when I was young. I live with my Aunt now.” Peter confessed. You set the tube down and looked at him seriously.

“I’m so sorry.” You told him, squeezing his hand. “You didn’t tell me that before.” He’d begun to tell you before when you had been talking about Mr. Stark, but he stopped himself.

“I didn’t want to scare you away.” Peter said honestly.

“What changed your mind?” You asked curiously, still in a hushed tone.

“You weren’t sitting on my lap before.” Peter said with a sly smirk. You pursed your lips and rolled your eyes.

“Is it okay?” You asked his cautiously, treading the water. “That I’m sitting there now?”

“It’s more than okay.” Peter tilted his chin upwards, his lips grazing yours as his breath fanned your face once more. You stayed like that for a minute, just breathing each other in. The scent from his sticky gloss wafted into your nose, causing you to smile.

“Are you going to kiss me, or am I going to have to lie to my diary tonight?” You whispered when he was taking to long, making you more and more anxious with every passing second.

“You keep a diary?” Peter teased, reaching his chin even higher.

“You keep talking.” You didn’t let him get another word in as you pressed your lips to his. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer. He moved his hands to your waist and kept them there, in true gentleman fashion.

“Ugh.” Peter giggled, when you pulled away breathlessly. “You totally messed up my lip gloss.”

“I found it!” Cassie burst into the room with a purple, feathery tiara in her hands. You wiped Peters lip gloss off your mouth quickly and got off his lap.

“Thank goodness.” Peter said, snapping out of his love struck daze. “My outfit was incomplete without it.” He took the tiara from her hands and put it on his head. He turned to you after taking a look in the mirror.

“How do I look?” He asked you with a cheeky grin. Cassie looked between him and you thoughtfully.

“Like a million dollars.” You told him, clasping your hands together and resting your chin on them.

“I feel like it too.” Peter smiled, his smeared lip gloss glistening in the light.

“You’re terrible at putting on lip gloss.” Cassie suddenly spoke up. “You got it all over Peters mouth.”

Needless to say, your diary heard all about it.

But that was eight months ago.

“What the hell is this?” You stopped in your tracks when you walked in on Peter doing the unthinkable.

“We’re doing magic together!” Your dad cheered. There were about four decks of cards scattered around the room like confetti. They were sticking out of your dads pockets, Peters sleeves, and you were pretty sure there was one stuck to the ceiling.

“I can see that.” You grumbled angrily. “Why?”

“We’re magic buddies.” Scott replied with a shrug as he pulled a long, colored handkerchief out of Peters shirt pocket.

“You see your dad shrink down to the size of a thumb tack and ride on the back of an ant and you think “hm, that’s the grossest thing I’ll ever see.” And that this happens.” You gestured to the mess in dismay, noticing something shiny on Peters wrist. “Are you guys handcuffed together?”

“One of the magic tricks didn’t go as planned.” Peter told you timidly. You groaned loudly and stamped your foot.

“This is like the worlds worst reboot of A Bugs Life.” You complained. “I’ve seen a five foot tall ant in our shower, and somehow, you handcuffed to my boyfriend is worse.”

“Technically, your boyfriend is handcuffed to me.” Scott sassed you.

“That’s just not true at all.” You deadpanned.

“Yes it is.” Scott taunted. “Because I have the key.”

“Then use it!” You exclaimed, growing frustrated.

“That’s a great idea.” Scott realized. “I didn’t even think of that.”

Scott took a small metal key out of his pocket and unbuckled the hand cuffs. Peter slid out and went over to you, giving you a kiss hello.

“I won’t do magic with your dad anymore if it bothers you that much.” Peter said with a grin, knowing damn well he’d still be doing magic with your dad. “But I do have something to show you.”

Peter pulled out a magic wand and held it up for you to see. He shook the wand, making it turn into a single rose.

“Aw.” You said as you took the rose. “I didn’t hate that as much as I thought I would.”

“Thanks.” Peter smiled. “Your dad taught me.”

“And now I hate it.” You said sarcastically.

“Fine.” Peter agreed. “What about this?” He pulled a card out from behind your ear and handed it to you with a cheeky grin. You took the card skeptically and looked at it.

“The Queen of Hearts.” Peter said softly, in a more serious tone. “Because you’re the Queen of my heart.”

You took the card with a small smirk, hating how much you adored the trick.

“You’re lucky I love you, Parker.”

“I already know that, Lang.”

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This Is Halloween

This Is Halloween 3600 words, rated G for Genfic

Jack Kline, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester x Rowena, Castiel, Jody Mills x Donna Hanscum  Canon adjacent, mentions of loss, nothing spookier than a skeleton shark coochie tray

None of this would’ve happened without @dawnie1988 giving me ideas, feedback, and cheering me on. Read and repeated discussion by @there-must-be-a-lock as well as read by @mskathywriteswords. The title is a nod to my Squad who provide more love and support than I can ever say thank you for!

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“Sam, Dean!” Jack’s voice called out over the balcony as the door to the bunker slammed behind him. 

Startled, Dean jumped up, reaching for the gun he kept tucked in his waistband. 

“No, wait.” Sam stilled him with one hand on his arm. He heard excitement, not alarm, in Jack's words. He spoke in a low voice. “I think this is good.” 

Jack clattered down the stairs and ran across the stone floor, sliding to a halt in front of the Winchester brothers. 

“Do you know about Halloween?!” he exclaimed breathlessly. Dean rolled his eyes, while Sam shook his head, each waiting for the other to answer. Finally Dean spoke up.

“Uh, yeah, Jack, we do. What about it?” 

“See, I went to the grocery store, for snacks, and there was a whole aisle of spooky stuff, skeletons, although they weren’t scientifically correct.” Jack’s brow furrowed as he thought about that. “And candy, so much candy! So I asked the cashier and she said it was Halloween, and people have parties, and everything!” 

“I looked it up in my phone. People dress up! There’s food and games!” Jack’s words tumbled over one another in his eagerness. “Do you think we could do Halloween? Do you think we could have a party?!” 

“Do you really think, a party, here in the bunker --” Dean began.

“What you have to understand about Halloween is --” Sam started to say.

Both of them trailed off into silence. Jack’s face, beaming up at them, was so eager, so hopeful. Sure, they had their own issues with Halloween. But why put that burden on him?

Finally Sam drew a deep breath. “Okay, Jack. What if we had a Halloween party, here in the bunker?” 

“We could invite everyone we know! Cas, of course, all of our friends! We could all dress in costume, have snacks, it would be loads of fun, please oh please?” 

Dean turned to Sam, concern written across his face. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?” 

Sam nodded. “Jack is right. It sounds like fun.” 

“Yes, okay? Thank you, thank you so much. You guys are the best!” Jack hugged first Sam, then Dean, before turning to leave. “I can’t wait to text Cas! Of course he’ll want to come.”

Dean turned to his younger brother. “Are you sure you’re okay with this? I know how you feel about this holiday.”

Sam set his chin, his lips thin. “We can’t live in the past forever. Too much has happened over the years.” 

“But Halloween-”

Sam drew in a deep breath. “Halloween was the last time I saw the love of my life alive and happy, okay? It still hurts, when I think about it. “But Jack is our family, you know? He’s really just a kid, and we both want the best for him. If this is what makes him happy, I’m good with it.” 

After a long moment, Dean clapped him on the shoulder. “Okay. As long as you mean that.” Sam nodded, so Dean continued. “I guess I’ve got to figure out what this kid thinks you eat at a Halloween party.” 

The brothers didn’t see Jack again until dinnertime. They soon realized that he must have spent most of the afternoon on the internet, researching Halloween. Ideas spilled from his lips, one right after the other: carving pumpkins, themed cupcakes, lights on the walls, presents under the Haunting Tree-

“Hold up.” Dean stopped him with an upraised hand. “I think maybe you researched a little too hard and are getting your holidays mixed up. We can do some of those things, not all of them. We have a week, let’s make a plan.” 

“Dean, you’ll cook for the party, won’t you? Sam can help me with decorations. Cas is already coming, and I will invite Donna and Jody. Oh, and Rowena!”

“No Rowena.” Dean shook his head sternly. 

Next to him, Sam smirked, knowing that it was a battle Dean would never win, outnumbered two to one. 

***

Jack decided the library was the perfect room for a party, and he had grand plans to cover every wall and shelf with decorations. His internet searches kept turning up more and more ideas and party themes, each more elaborate than the last. 

At first, Sam tried to keep things simple and inexpensive, but after a while, he gave in. He took Jack shopping, let him buy the silly spooky stuff that caught his eye. What the hell, he thought to himself, the credit cards were fake anyway. He only put his foot down when it came to anything gory or macabre. They had enough of that the rest of the year. 

Jack’s favorite purchase of all was a fake electronic raven. It was motion sensitive, and when someone triggered it, it would caw or cackle or call out “Nevermore.” He thought it was the most hilarious thing he had ever seen, and insisted that it was exactly what he needed to celebrate Halloween in style. 

Jack had as many ideas for food as he did for decorations, constantly making new suggestions to Dean. Finally Dean sat him down and pared down his requests to a few key treats, before assuring Jack that he could handle the rest of the menu. 

The next day, Sam headed to the kitchen for breakfast after a run and was surprised to see glossy magazines on the table. He turned the pages idly, realizing that they were all full of nothing but recipes and ideas for Halloween.

When Dean joined him, Sam shot him a teasing glance. “Got grand ideas for this party, huh, big brother?” 

“Hey, it’s important to Jack.” Dean might’ve blushed, but his face was earnest.

“You sure it’s important to Jack, and not to you, to make Spooky Seven Layer Salad and Stuffed Olive Eyeballs, and oooh, what are Mummy Fingers?” Sam raised his eyebrows. 

“I wanna make him proud.” Dean answered. Sam understood the things left unsaid - that food was important to Dean, after too many years growing up hungry or stealing just to eat. Having a kitchen where he could cook was one of the ways he made the bunker a home for his family. 

“I know he will be.” Sam said. “I always liked your cooking.”

Dean understood the affirmation behind Sam’s praise, and nodded gratefully. 

Seeing the others happy helped Sam accept the festivities. He hated Halloween, but he loved Jack. There were days when he remembered that the young man was the most powerful being in the universe. But most of the time, he just seemed like a kid, and the closest thing to a son he or Dean would ever have. 

If this was what it took to make Jack happy, bad memories be damned, Sam would do it. Plus, if he was honest with himself, he didn’t hate the idea of having a few of their friends together. For once, it would be something fun instead of another monster hunt. 

The one thing he couldn’t bring himself to get excited about was a costume. Jack was insistent on costumes all around. Dean and Sam both asked him what his costume would be, but he kept it a closely guarded secret. 

While they discussed costumes, they also argued about the guest list. Dean kept teasing that Rowena wasn’t welcome. Sam knew his brother’s opposition to his girlfriend was all bluster, but Jack still sometimes fell for the disputes. 

Finally one day, Dean approached Sam, a wide smile on his face. “I've solved your costume problem! We’ve made a deal, me and that little witch of yours. She can come to the party, as long as you wear the costume she picks out.” 

“Whoa, hey, how is that a deal?” Sam protested, although he knew it was futile. “You do nothing, and I have to wear whatever costume she decides?” 

“Have fun, Braveheart!” Dean smirked, clapping him on the shoulder. 

How Rowena got Amazon delivery to the Bunker was a mystery to Sam and an irritation to Dean. Still, the box showed up the morning of the party. When Sam opened it, the box held just one thing: a sort of crown, a gold colored circlet with branches - or were they antlers? 

Rowena’s only instructions were to dress like a hunter. Since he was a hunter, that was not especially helpful. In his room, Sam tried on the crown. With his usual flannel and plaid, it seemed out of place. 

Then he remembered Dean jokingly calling him Braveheart, recalling the case the two of them had worked where Charlie talked them into LARPing. Charlie. Sam shook his head with a sad smile. She would’ve loved to attend a bunker Halloween party! She would’ve had the perfect brilliant nerdy costume, too. 

He dug into his work disguises and found the loose tan tunic he had worn on that case. Even over jeans, it made the crown seem more fitting. He straightened his shoulders and took a deep breath. That was better. 

“Cas is here!” Sam turned to see Jack scamper down the hall. He and Dean arrived in the entry of the bunker just as Cas and Jack embraced at the base of the stairs. It registered to Sam that Dean was in a cowboy costume, but before he could say anything, Dean spoke up.

“Cas, I believe the invitation said, no costume, no party.” Cas was wearing the same thing as always, a tan trench coat over a white shirt and dress pants with a tie. He nodded, and reached into the inner pocket of his coat. 

“Agent Swift,” he declared, holding up a badge that said BSI. “Bureau of Supernatural Investigation.” Then he grinned, a wide smile that lit his face and crinkled the corners of his blue eyes. Dean laughed, and clapped him on the shoulder while Sam smiled and shook his head. 

“Okay, come help me with my costume!” Jack grabbed Cas by the hand and all but dragged him out of the room.

Sam turned to Dean and looked more closely at what he was wearing. He wore a buff vest over his usual plaid flannel and jeans, a hat hanging over his shoulders by a rawhide cord. “Dude, Tombstone?” 

“At least I’m not a - horny man?” Dean chuckled. 

Sam scoffed. “Shouldn’t you be cooking? Putting cat brains in jello or something?” 

“Actually, yeah, and I could use your help. Wanna wrap some mummies?” Dean took in the baffled expression on his brothers’ face. “It’s cocktail wieners and crescent dough.” Sam nodded hesitantly, following his brother to the bunker kitchen. 

The Winchesters made more than one trip from the kitchen to the library, carrying trays of food, bowls of snacks, drinks, and candy. Sam stayed back to make sure the lights were on and everything was ready while Dean made one more trip for his proudest creation - a tray of sliced meat and cheese arranged just so around a plastic skeleton.

“Gross, Dean,” Sam said, unable to hide either the admiration in his tone or his little smile.

“I know, right?!” Dean crowed, swiping a bite. 

Just then, Cas and Jack returned. At first, Jack seemed to be dressed like Cas in a long tan robe. But he had on a scarf and a headband with green ears and - 

“You’re Baby Yoda?!” Sam exclaimed. 

“I am dressed as the diminutive character portrayed on television’s The Mandelorian, although I am technically neither Baby nor Yoda-” whatever else Jack had to say was cut short by Sam’s engulfing hug. 

Dean rolled his eyes before he pushed Sam aside for a hug of his own. 

“How did this kid get to be such a nerd?” Dean asked Sam as Jack looked at his phone and then ran for the stairs.

“Like you don’t know!” Sam retorted.

“You are the one who showed him Star Wars.”

“You bought him comic books. Watchmen, and The Boys?” 

Jack’s excited voice cut into the brothers’ bickering. “Wonder Woman and Captain Marvel!” He gestured with a flourish as Jody and Donna entered the library hand in hand.

Jody was wearing jeans and a kimono jacket that was red across the shoulders, blue starred below, with a wide gold band. Next to her, Donna was wearing a blue dress with red and stars around the neckline. She wore a brown belt around her waist and tall boots that matched the belt. 

Sam and Dean welcomed their friends with broad smiles and warm hugs. Jack bounded around them like an excited puppy, showing off his costume and asking about theirs. 

“Come on into the spooky library,” Sam intoned with a deep voice and a wave.

“Let’s eat!” Dean exclaimed, clapping his hands. 

The six of them were comfortable together, talking and laughing easily. Dean’s themed food offerings were great, the presentation hilarious but the taste even better. The drinks flowed freely: beer and hard seltzer and sodas. 

Jack took great delight in making sure everyone passed by his electronic raven repeatedly so that it croaked out greetings as often as possible. Everyone loved Jack, so they indulged him and never once suggested that they might be tired of hearing it. 

Jody asked just once what Sam was meant to be, in his crown of branches or antlers.

“A horny man!” Dean joked.

“Rowena sent it,” was all Sam had to offer, shrugging. 

Jody nodded. She knew all about what a person would do for the woman they loved. She raised one eyebrow in query. 

“Where is Rowena?” she asked. “I can’t believe she would miss a chance to dress up. 

“Oh yeah, isn’t she gonna be here?” Donna spoke up.

“Actually,” Jack chimed in, looking up from his phone. “Sam, head out to meet her.” 

He walked out to the echoing entryway as Rowena appeared at the top of the stairs, dressed head to toe in shimmering black. 

“A witch is never late,” she spoke as she descended. “Everyone else is simply early.” 

Sam met her at the base of the stairs and she slipped one hand into his. He took in her costume slowly: a black dress that clung to all her curves, sparkling bits of jewelry at her throat and wrists. Most strikingly, she wore a cape of black feathers, iridescent with dark purple, green and gold. 

Her head was adorned with a thin circlet of gold, much like Sam’s, but where his had branches reaching upward, hers had feathers carved away from her temples. Her hair was dressed with braids and feathers and bits of jet black crystal woven into the riot of curls spilling down over her shoulders. 

The apparition of a raven trailed behind her, wings fluttering to keep up. Sam held out his hand and she took it so he could lead her to the library.

“A Queen of Ravens?” he asked. 

“The Morrigan,” she replied, sweeping her cloak around her in a swirl. “And you are my Cernunnos. Well done with the costume.” 

He bent down to brush a kiss on her upturned lips before they joined the others.

***

Jack was wildly jealous of Rowena’s raven, since his electronic toy was fixed to a shelf. But she praised his good taste and spoke a few words that allowed her familiar to follow his direction. That resulted in two ravens saying “Nevermore” in chorus, but it tickled Jack so much that no one had the heart to stop it. 

Donna and Cas commandeered the aux cord, playing a mix of pop and classic rock. Jody and Dean delved into a discussion of firearms. Jack bounded from person to person, handing out candy and eating at least as much as he was giving.

Sam and Rowena snuck off to a quiet corner of the library, which was where Dean found them with a big book on the table in front of them. Rowena was standing, pointing to the pages as she explained Cernunnos. Sam was fixated, not on the book, but on her face, on the way her eyes sparkled and her lips curved as she read. 

“Hey nerds,” Dean interrupted them. “It’s Halloween, time to party, not to read books and get heart eyes and make out in dark corners.”

“We weren’t making out!” Sam protested.

“Not yet,” Rowena cooed, taking his hand. 

As the night wore on, everyone took turns choosing songs, the playlist ranging from classic rock to blues to Scottish folk tunes to cheesy pop monster music. They cut loose and danced, together or alone. 

Rowena attempted to teach Jack a few heel-toe folk dance steps, but Dean picked it up faster. Sam danced by himself for a while, long-limbed and rhythmic. Cas surprised them all by knowing moves to viral music videos; apparently he had been doing research on TikTok. 

Jody and Donna were wrapped in one another's arms, slow dancing and sneaking kisses, whether the music suited it or not. Donna put on Little Big Town’s “Girl Crush” and sang along softly, lips next to Jody’s ear, for her alone. Jody let her eyes flutter close, resting her chin on Donna’s shoulder, melting into her embrace. 

Rowena watched the two of them with a fond smile on her face, while the boys turned to the snacks, giving the two of them their moment together alone. 

It was almost midnight when Jack turned off the music, clapped for attention, and announced that it was time for Trick or Treat. He would be going around the room with a plastic jack o’ lantern bucket, and each guest was to perform a trick. If he liked it, they got a treat. 

“So get this,” Sam started. “Trick or treat isn’t exactly-” 

Dean put a hand on his arm. “Hold up. This is gonna be good.” 

Jack approached the ladies first. Jody asked for a ribbon, which Rowena provided, and wove a Cat’s Cradle in her hands. Jack was fascinated, and made her repeat it several times before he gave her a treat. Donna pulled chairs aside to clear space, and did a cartwheel. Everyone clapped, and Jack decided that was worthy of two treats. 

Cas made his BSI badge disappear and reappear, using only sleight of hand, no real magic. Jack tried over and over to copy him, with no success. 

Dean walked over to one of the bookshelves and retrieved a handgun from behind the bound volumes. He had Jack blindfold him and then field stripped and reassembled it in under one minute. Sam recited a spell in Latin. When he was done, Dean stage whispered, “Isn’t that a recipe for laundry soap?” Sam laughed. It was, but he had recited it flawlessly. Jack gave them both treats. 

Rowena’s trick, though, was the best one of all. She had previously enchanted her raven to sit next to Jack’s toy. Now she commanded his to fly about and sit on his shoulder. He was overcome with glee at this, and offered her every last treat he had. 

When Jack skipped away, followed by a flutter of wings, Rowena turned to Sam, her hands full of candy. 

“He’s a dear,” she cooed. “But these are all ghastly American sweeties.” 

“Don’t worry.” Dean stepped up, holding a small box. “I’ll be happy to trade you.” 

“Oh, you have Lindt!” She dumped the chocolate she held into his outstretched hand and reached for the treat he was offering her.

“Really, Dean?” Sam was surprised, and impressed. 

“Well, I wanted everyone to have something, and I know how god awful picky she is.” Dean shrugged and then started as Rowena booped his nose with a smirk. 

“Do I have to learn corvid care?” Sam asked Rowena as Dean walked away.

“Oh no!” Her laugh was quick and bright. “It will be back to a simple electronic toy before the morrow.” 

The trick or treat was Jack’s last activity for the night, as he was soon on the verge of nodding off, his raven flapping lazily on his shoulder. Cas pointed him down the hall towards bed, where he fell asleep so full of candy and treats that he was still wearing his Baby Yoda headpiece.

The rest of the party drifted towards the kitchen, to the comfortable familiar space at the heart of the bunker. Dean gradually put away what was left of the more perishable food, sipping from a tumbler of whiskey as he walked in and out of the room. 

Donna and Jody snuggled together on one side of the table, trading kisses and feeding one another chocolate candies. 

Sam leaned back against the counter comfortably, Rowena wrapped in his arms. He had made her a proper cup of tea, and she sipped as she enjoyed her treats, the two of them whispering in low voices. 

Dean raised his glass and caught his eye. 

“I think this is good,” Sam said softly. “New memories.”  

Nothing could change the past, but he didn’t live there anymore. This was their home, surrounded by their family and friends.  This was their Halloween. 

***

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Comfortember Day 18. Hot Cocoa

The Mayday Cafe

@comfortember

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There was a quaint little cafe nestled in the side of a nondescript building in Queens. A little sign hanging over the door with the words The Mayday Cafe pressed into the weather worn but strong steel. Many people passed it by each day without knowing it was there, but there were many, still, who knew of its existence.

From the outside it wasn't much, its perpetually slightly misted windows not showing much of the inner workings of the few employees and owners to the street but let a warm light filter through on early mornings and sun kissed evenings.

It had become a favourite of the residents and commuters of the surrounding area, it's food and drink were always decadent, always and fresh; the service and friendliness of its staff and owners only served to make it sweeter.

Just as it was a favourite of its regular customers, it was a favourite of a boy with curly brown hair who loved to wear nerdy T-shirts with any outfit he could wear them with.

Peter had loved the cafe ever since he could remember and he remembered a lot.

He remembered when his parents were still alive, how they would take him to visit the little shop. May would greet him with a kiss to his nose and Ben would swing him up to sit on the counter next to him as the man worked.

Peter would watch as he knead and rolled different dough for pastries and biscuits, mixed together the batters for cakes, sponges, and muffins. To the little boy it all looked like magic. It tasted like it too, when Ben would pass him bits of the "mini munchies" he always made for Peter to taste.

Eventually as Peter grew more steady and less clumsy, Ben would set him up on a stool next to him so that he was tall enough to reach the counter and he would help his uncle add and mix different ingredients. One day he was even able to crack an egg without getting any of the shells in the mixture!

Peter hopped off of his stool, careful not to bump anything that was on the counter and ran off to tell his parents and May about his professional egg cracking skills. They all praised him with wide, beaming smiles, proclaiming him the mini master chef.

With a proud grin, Peter turned and ran through the doors to the kitchen in the back of the cafe only to trip on a bag of flour, the powder exploding into the air around him as laughter from his family rang like bells at the sight.

---

When Peter was little he had always dreamed of spending all of his days at Mayday with Ben and May but he had never known that he would get it at the expense of his parents.

After the plane crash he was sent to live with his Aunt and Uncle. It just made sense. He had never thought that it almost hadn't happened, that they had fought tooth and nail against CPS to adopt him when they protested for Peter's welfare at the lack of extra money they couple would have after taking him on. They won though, they got their kid and May only had to pick up a few extra evening shifts at a local clinic for it to work.

The woman had worried about leaving Ben without her help at the cafe so much more often but he had reassured her that he would be okay. Ben told her that Peter's friend Ned's older sister offered to help out for free as long as she was able to snack on a couple of the delicious foods that Ben made. They couple had protested originally, not wanting to have the teenager to work for nothing but eventually they were worn down and Alice Leeds became one of their favourite and most loyal employees they had ever had.

She would even help keep Ned and Peter entertained when they sat in the cafe after school while Alice and Ned's parents worked and May and Ben were busy with the clinic and cafe.

As the boy's grew Peter started helping Ben more with different tasks in the little shop. He would help with taking orders and then walking them to the customers. He was also getting better with his baking that Ben would let him make some of the easy muffin and cake recipes by himself until Peter had perfected them almost to the level of his uncle. Ben would joke that he was easily good enough to take over the own man's job.

Peter would always laugh it off, saying he wasn't nearly as good as his uncle. He had thought that if he did take over, it would be because Ben and May had decided to retire. Never once had it crossed his mind that he would have to do it so soon.

But it was. Peter and May lost Ben, they lost the man who was such a part of them and it hit the both of them hard.

May couldn't keep them afloat anymore, the cost of their apartment and the cafe and Peter's school supplies were too much for her single job. She tried picking up more shifts, finding another job, but it wasn't enough.

It scared her that they could lose the one thing they had left of Ben, that they could lose the little cafe that was so dear to them.

Peter wished he could help but no job he could find paid enough. The ones he did find didn't work out because of the hours he had to spend at school and then the cafe.

But May and Peter did it all for as long as they could, hope and funds dwindling away as the days went.

Until Harley Keener walked through the door.

---

Raindrops fell hard and heavy from the deep grey clouds gathered high above the towering New York buildings.

Most people had remembered their umbrellas after checking the weather in the morning and hearing on the news the evening before about the rains expected to come.

Everyone but one Harley Keener. No, he had forgotten his up in his room at the penthouse level of Stark Tower. Yes, you heard that right. Stark Tower, where Harley stayed because of an opportunity from Tony to work on a higher level of education in the city rather than be stuck in Rose Hill forever.

So here he was, darting down a street in Queens because not only had he forgotten his umbrella but he had missed his bus as well. Getting more soaked as the seconds passed, Harley spotted but looked like the sign to a little cafe tucked into the side of a building.

He ran towards it, careful  not to slip on the slick pavement under his feet. Slipping in through the door, he was hit with a wave of sweet smelling warmth and a familiar voice calling out a greeting. Footsteps came towards him and a towel was held out to him. Filling the towel his eyes trailed up the arm and chest to the head of curls he would see in the halls of Midtown and occasionally in class.

"Peter, right? Seen you in school, we've been partnered a few times." Harley asked as he gratefully took the towel, drying off as he took in the sight and smell of the cafe. "You work here?"

Peter Parker smiled at him, eyes tired but bright. "Own it actually. With my aunt. I work here after school." He explained, before his face turned a little red. It was cute.

"Uh, yeah. Peter. Parker. I'm uh, I'm Peter Parker." The brown eyed teen said awkwardly before coughing and gesturing to one of the tables behind him. "How would you like something warm to eat or drink?"

"I would love that."

Harley left that day, a $30 tip on the table, and his number on a napkin.

Peter sent him a message that night and neither knew how it happened but they started speaking every day. Harley started sitting with Peter, Ned, and MJ at lunch, he joined them on projects and assignments.

Somewhere along the line the smiles and looks they shared changed, the late night conversations becoming more close and intimate than either had expected.

Harley showed up one day at Mayday with a single rose, asking Peter if he would go to a movie with him, and Peter (to Harley's delight) accepted.

From that day on, Harley visited the cafe and had a drink and some food. Come rain or shine, after school he was there.

It didn't surprise Harley when Tony became curious about the cafe that Harley spent so much time at and the boy he spoke so much about.

And so Tony decided that he wanted to meet Peter. What better way to do that than to visit the very cafe the boy worked at?

---

When Tony Stark followed Harley through the door, Peter's eyes widened. His boyfriend had told him about Tony, how they met and how the two had bonded and become closer after Tony had brought Harley up to New York.

Peter had heard stories of the man blowing up toasters because he was bored and making a flying pen during a meeting that he'd been stuck in.

The stories still didn't take away from the awe and admiration of seeing his idol in the flesh.

Harley pulled Tony over to where Peter had been sitting and working on his homework in the spare time where the cafe was empty of other customers. Sitting himself down and planting a kiss to Peter's cheek. Once Tony sat down, he introduced the two.

"It's uh, it's really awesome to meet you, Mr. Stark." Peter grinned at the man and Harley could see the energy and awe trying to break through his attempt at a calm appearance.

Tony gave an easy smile. "Good to meet you too, Mr. Parker. Harley's told me a lot about you, seems you have our resident potato gun expert wrapped around your finger." The man teased, delighting in the flush that appeared on both boy's cheeks.

"Oh!" Peter jumped up from the table, a few papers sliding across the table in his haste. The teen darted towards the counter and placed a menu in front of Tony. "Is there anything I can get you, sir?"

Tony frowned slightly at the moniker but knew from Harley that there would be no quick or easy way to convince Peter to call him Tony. He glanced over the menu, deciding to go with an apple danish and a hot chocolate, forgoing his usual black coffee for something different.

When Peter made his way to start the hot chocolate and grab a fresh danish, Tony's eye caught on one of the papers that had scattered on the table moments before in Peter's jump to grab a menu. Tony reached out and slid the nearest one closer, his eyebrows rising when he read over the formulae and calculations scrawled over the page.

Just then, Peter returned, cocoa and danish in hand. He set it down in front of Tony, a flush setting on his cheeks for a second time when he saw his homework in the man's hand. "Sorry, I'll tidy it up in a moment!"

"Wait. Peter, this is good. Really good." Tony stopped him, "I knew you were smart, I mean Harley met you at Midtown, but this… this is high level, kid." Tony looked at Peter.

Peter looked back at him, eyes shining at the praise from Tony even though he didn't know what to say to it. "Thank you. It's not much though, I mean there are way smarter people around!"

"Hey," Harley elbowed him. "Don't sell yourself short, Darlin', you're pretty awesome."

Peter looked down at the table, fidgeting with one of his pens. Tony's voice had him looking up again.

"I want to offer you an internship. This right here," Tony gestured to the paper he was still holding, "Is impressive, and I want to know what else you can do."

"I– I don't know what to say. It would be amazing, Mr. Stark, truly, but…"

"Harley's already told me about the time you spend here. If you accept, you would have flexible hours so that you could come in on the days you don't have any clubs or anything at school or you could come in the evenings or mornings."

Peter started at Tony for a few moments, thoughts running through his head. "Why me? You don't even really know me. You could have someone so much smarter and you're asking me."

"Because these papers show your potential. I also know that these equations right here aren't high school level, even for STEM. I wanna have you in my labs and I want to see what you can really do." Tony spoke passionately, his eyes light at the prospect of being able to teach and watch what Peter would be able to achieve.

"What'dya say, Mr Parker? Do you accept?"

Peter wasn't sure what did it, whether it was the practically unbelievable chance to intern under Tony Stark, the encouragement from said man, or the desire to be challenged in his education for once. He wasn't sure but looking back, he thanked it for the rest of his life.

"I accept."

[babygirlkiki1016]

Dead in the water

Me and Dean sat on the edge of the bed like two teenagers in trouble as Sam was pacing the room, trying to think on what he should say. Finally he stops and looks at the both of us with his arms crossed.

"So let me get this straight, you tell her you wanna wait till she's eighteen but then you decide screw it?"

"....Sammy-" Dean begins to say but Sam cuts him off.

"Dean if your gonna be with her then you can't have sex till she's eighteen."

"Your ove- wait...what? So hold on your ok with this?"

"Yeah, I mean it was gonna happen sooner or later. It's hard for you to stay away from a beautiful lady anyways." I blushed at Sam's comment.

"Well that's new." Dean mutters and he grabs a lock of my hair, making me look over at him.

"What?"

"Your hair it's pink and purple."

"So two emotions at once? I'm guessing pink is love....and purple is fear. So your nervous and feeling loved at the same time!" Sam grabs his laptop and begins taking even more notes.

"Aren't you guys afraid if me?....I mean this isn't normal, don't you guys think I'm a monster or something?" I wondered, was I a monster? Is this what happened to me years ago? Is this what dad was talking about, about how he didn't trust John because...something happened to me?

"Well you certainly have powers, but you can't control it besides you don't know what's going on."

"And you haven't killed anyone." Dean adds.

"But why is this happening now? When I was at home none of this was happening....maybe I should call dad..."

"No, we can't risk him finding us, the next time you call him he'll probably be ready....and I don't want you to go..." Dean admits, while scooting closer, I could tell he wanted to kiss me.

"You two get a room! Wait no, don't do that." Sam laughs, "Alright love birds we need to get back to the subject at hand." He starts researching about the case we're working on, Dean was still staring at me. "Dean!" Sam yells, catching his attention. "Day dream later, work now, you need to take Y/n to get a few things."

"Like what?" He asked.

"Tattoo, gun that kind of stuff, if she's gonna be a hunter then she needs to have the supplies."

"W-Wait what tattoo?" I stutter and Dean points to the pentagram on his chest.

"It's so we don't get possessed, don't worry I'll be there with you."

"Ok, and a gun? I mean why not just use the ones we already have in the back of the impala?"

"Cause you need your own, one that you can carry with you at all times." Dean gets up, puts his shirt back on then grabs the keys to baby. "C'mon we'll get you prepared while Sam does his nerdy thing." I chuckle and follow after him, while grabbing his hand to hold it. He didn't even question it, he pulled me in and kissed my lips, making me yearn for more. Sadly the kiss didn't last long, if we stood there any longer Sam probably would've come out. When we got in the car, the whole drive to the tattoo parlor we were jamming out to eye of the tiger. Which I was still humming it while I was sitting in the chair getting the pentagram on my (wherever you decide to put it.)

"That's a pretty good spot." Dean commented, as he sat next to me.

"Thank you." I grinned, he smiled but it slowly faltered over time, making me grab his hand, squeezing it. "You ok?" I asked worriedly.

"...What happened at the motel can't happen again." He didn't even look at me it was like he was ashamed, did he regret what we did?

"Why not?" He didn't answer, I grabbed his chin and made him face me. Sighing he scoots closer as he lowers his voice.

"Your seventeen Y/n...."

"So? We only have (how many months until you birthday.) I'm technically eighteen already."

"One I don't wanna get arrested and two, we met about about three weeks ago. Don't you think we're moving a little to fast?"

"According to Sam you bone a girl on every case, or at least try to, and your saying it's a little to fast?"

"Good point, but....I just want you to be sure this-" He points to himself, as if himself was a problem. "-is what you want."

"....You are what I want, if you weren't I wouldn't have kissed you. Although if you wanna wait....I respect your decision." That made him smile, he leaned over and kissed my forehead.

"Thank you, now I believe your tattoo is done." I looked down at it, it was sexy as hell. After we payed for it, we went on the road again. When we crossed over the bridge I asked Dean if we could stop to see the lake and look at the sunset. Hesitantly he agreed and pulled over, I got out excitedly. The lake was a dark blue mixed in with pink and orange from the sun, it made me sad to think it was gonna be gone soon.

"It's beautiful isn't it?"

"Not as beautiful as you." Dean flirted making me blush as he pulled me closer by the waist. He started to lean in, those rough lips covering my soft ones.

"I thought we couldn't do this again."

"I meant almost having sex, kisses are something we can definitely do." He smirked and leaned back in again, and as his lips brushed against mine his phone rang. Angrily he sighed and answer it, it was probably Sam.

"What? No we're not!" The look on his face made me giggle as he looked over at me. He started moving his hand, pretending it was Sam who talks to much. "We'll be there in twenty minutes Sam, we still gotta get a gun. Sam, Sammy we're fine....alright we'll be there as soon as we can. Mhm ok bye."

"He's certainly a talker huh?"

"It's a nightmare on how much he can talk...now where were we? Oh yeah I remember." He pulled me back to his side. "Might as well steal as many kisses I can get before we head back to the kiss police." He smirked and smashed his lips against mine once more as his arms wrapped around me. This time it wasn't just a normal kiss, I fought for dominance, my tongue asking for entry. Biting his lip he pulled back, "Y/n keep doing that and I just might say screw it again.." As he said that he slipped from my grasp. "No I promised myself I can wait...c'mon let's get back to Sam." Sighing in disappointment I got back in the car, I guess he's really serious about this.

~~

"I found something." Sam says as we sit next to him. "So there's the three drowning victims this year."

"Any before that?" I wondered.

"Uh, yeah." Sam has a browser window open to The Lake Manitoc Tribune. "DROWNING TAINTS ICE FISHING FESTIVAL." It says, he clicks, and another browser window comes up, again The Tribune: 12-YEAR-OLD Girl DROWNS IN LAKE, Second drowning in 6 months at Lake Manitoc. "Damn, so six more spread out over the past thirty-five years. Those bodies were never recovered either. If there is something out there, it's picking up its pace."

"So, what, we got a lake monster on a binge?" Dean jokes as he grabs a beer, he hands the both of us one.

"Dean no." Sam tries to take it away from me.

"Aww c'mon Sammy one beer won't hurt." Dean winks at me, both of the boys stare at me as I take a sip without any reaction. "See what'd I say? She's fine."

"So this whole lake monster theory." I try getting them back on track. "It, it just bugs me."

"Why?" Sam looks at me in confusion.

"Loch Ness, Lake Champlain, there are literally hundreds of eyewitness accounts, but here, almost nothing." Sam looks at the Tribune homepage once more.

"Whatever it is out there, no one's living to talk about it." Sam states as he scrolls to the comments section of an article, I point to one.

"Wait, Barr, Christopher Barr. Where have I heard that name before?" I remember that name, I thought, it's so familiar. Sam reads from the page.

"Christopher Barr, the victim in May." Sam clicks a link, opening a new page. "LOCAL Man IN TRAGIC ACCIDENT." The picture loads and it shows a police officer with Lucas. "Christopher Barr was Andrea's husband, Lucas's father. Apparently he took Lucas out swimming. Lucas was on a floating wooden platform when Chris drowned. Two hours before the kid got rescued." Sam clicks the picture for a better look, then scratches his head. "Maybe we have an eyewitness after all."

"That kid must be so freaked out. Watching one of your parents die isn't something you just get over....." I felt bad, but so far Lucas is our only lead, hopefully he'll help us. We headed to the park planning to talk to Lucas who was our only witness. Kids are laughing and playing as Andrea sits on a bench and watches her kid. Who is at another bench coloring and playing with toy soldiers.

"Can we join you?" Sam asks and Andrea looks up.

"I'm here with my son." She says as I spot Lucas and so does Dean.

"Oh. Mind if we say hi?" Dean asks, and he lightly grabs my arm signaling for me to come with.

"Why are you bringing me with you?"

"Cause of he doesn't talk, then hopefully you can convince him." We approach Lucas, who's drawing a picture.

"How's it going?" Dean kneels down next to the bench where Lucas is coloring, when Lucas doesn't even look up, Dean picks up one of the toy soldiers.

"Oh, I used to love these things." Dean imitates guns and explosions, I chuckle as he tosses the toy soldier down.

"I think crayons is more his thing Dean. That's cool, besides I like to draw myself, including painting." I noticed that he has a pile of drawings on the bench. Dean takes a look, the top one is of a big black swirl, the second one is of a red bicycle.

"Hey, these are pretty good. You mind if we sit and draw with you for a while?" Dean asks, he picks up a crayon. "I'm not so bad myself."

"Oh really?" I ask.

"Yea I'm a pretty good artist."

"Mhm...we'll see." I grab a crayon and a piece of paper, and start drawing. "Can you draw a bird?"

"Oh so this is a competition? Your on."

Dean sits on the bench, picks up a pad of paper, and starts drawing. "You know, I'm thinking you can hear me, you just don't want to talk. I don't know exactly what happened to your dad, but I know it was something real bad. I think I know how you feel. When I was your age, I saw something." Dean says to Lucas. "You don't think anyone will listen to you, or believe you. I want you to know that I will. You don't even have to say anything. You could draw me a picture about what you saw that day, with your dad, on the lake...hm?" I say, Dean sighs. "Okay, no problem. This is for you." Dean holds out to Lucas the picture he drew, it's stick figures. "This is my family." Dean points at each person in turn. "That's my dad. That's my mom. That's my geek brother, and that's me, then a little birdy in the sky-" Dean stops talking as he sees my drawing, which was a lot more detailed than his.

"I thought you could draw Dean." I giggle.

"All right, so I'm a sucky artist...." Dean waits for any sign from Lucas, hoping he would chime in but nothing. "Well see you around, Lucas." Dean heads back to Sam and Andrea, I smile, he seems really good with kids, I thought.

"Here." I place my drawing next to Lucas. "You can keep it...just know of you need anything, I'm here." Him still not responding, I make my way to the others.

"Lucas hasn't said a word, not even to me. Not since his dad's accident." I hear Andrea say.

"Yeah, we heard. Sorry." Dean says softly.

"What are the Doctors saying?" I ask.

"That it's a kind of post-traumatic stress." She explains.

"That can't be easy. For either of you." Sam intervenes.

"We moved in with my dad. He helps out a lot. It's just...when I think about what Lucas went through, what he saw..."

"Kids are strong. You'd be surprised what they can deal with." Dean smiles and looks over at me, making me roll my eyes.

"You know, he used to have such life. He was hard to keep up with, to tell you the truth. Now he just sits there. Drawing those pictures, playing with those army men. I just wish-" Andrea goes silent as Lucas walks up, carrying a picture.

"Hey sweetie, you ok?" I kneel and smile, he hands me the picture. "Thank you..." It's a picture of the Carlton house....

~

Me and Dean are inside the motel room, I'm sitting at the table and Dean is sitting on a bed. Sam went to the library to get some books so we were alone.

"Y/n? Here." Dean suddenly speaks, he pats the seat next to him. I slowly walk over and sit next to him.

"You ok?"

"Yeah...About earlier, on the bridge...."

"Dean..."

"It's not that I don't want to I do trust me I do...."

"Don't apologize, it's ok I understand..." He glances over at me, his eyes showed a little bit of lust. We both started to lean, this feels wrong, I thought, but yet so right. We've only known each other for a few weeks, yet I wanted him more as his lips brushed against mine. Our lips connect, making me scoot closer but Dean pulls back again.

"We can't..." Yet he kisses me again muttering over and over one more. I slipped onto his lap, straddling him while pulling closer. Before we could possibly go any farther Sam opens the door and comes in as we quickly seperate.

"So, I think it's safe to say we can rule out Nessie." He says, unaware of what was going on.

"What do you mean?" I questioned, Sam sits across from me and Dean.

"I just drove past the Carlton house. There was an ambulance there. Will Carlton is dead."

"He drowned?" Dean asks.

"Yep. In the sink."

"What the hell? So you're right, this isn't a creature. We're dealing with something else."

"Yeah, but what?"

"I don't know. Water wraith, maybe? Some kind of demon? I mean, something that controls water...water that comes from the same source."

"The lake, that's the source." I chime in. "Which would explain why it's upping the body count. The lake is draining. It'll be dry in a few months so whatever this thing is, it's running out of time."

"And if it can get through the pipes, it can get to anyone, almost anywhere." Sam says as Dean stands up.

"This is gonna happen again soon. And we do know one other thing for sure. We know this has got something to do with Bill Carlton."

"Yeah, it took both his kids." Dean growls.

"I've been asking around. Lucas's dad, Chris, is Bill Carlton's godson."

"Let's go pay Mr. Carlton a visit."

~

We left to go to the Carlton house a s spotted Bill sitting on the bench on the dock. Sam speaks "Mr. Carlton?" He looks up, wondering who we are

"We'd like to ask you a few questions, if you don't mind."

"We're from the, the Department-" Bill cuts Dean off.

"I don't care who you're with. I've answered enough questions today."

"Your son said he saw something in that lake. What about you? You ever see anything out there? Mr. Carlton, Sophie's drowning and Will's death-we think there might be a connection to you or your family." I explain.

"My children are gone. It's...it's worse than dying. Go away. Please." Realizing we weren't gonna get any where we decide to head back to the car.

"What do you guys think?" Sam ask.

"I think the poor guy's been through hell. I also think he's not telling us something." Dean guesses, Sam leans on the Impala.

"So now what?" I ask, Dean goes still "What is it?"

"Huh...." Dean is looking at the Carlton house. "Maybe Bill's not the only one who knows something. Y/n do you have the picture Lucas gave to you?" I nod and pull it out, the picture Lucas brought him, which is of the Carlton house.

~

"I'm sorry, but I don't think it's a good idea." Andrea says, we decided to give Lucas another visit hoping he'd talk to us.

"We just need to talk to him. Just for a few minutes." I plead.

"He won't say anything. What good's it gonna do?"

"Andrea, we think more people might get hurt. We think something's happening out there." Sam explained.

"My husband, the others, they just drowned. That's all."

"If that's what you really believe, then we'll go. But if you think there's even a possibility that something else could be going on here, please let me talk to your son." Dean looks at her, hoping she'll say yes. Silently she agrees leads us into Lucas room with Sam and Andrea behind us, he's coloring, toy soldiers standing around him. We enter and Dean crouches down by Lucas. "Hey, Lucas. You remember us?" I notice Lucas has drawn two more pictures of a red bicycle. "You know, I, uh, I wanted to thank you for that last drawing. But the thing is, we need your help again." Lucas is drawing a person in water. Dean opens the house picture and puts it down in front of Lucas.

"How did you know to draw this? Did you know something bad was gonna happen? Maybe you could nod yes or no for me." He ignores Dean and keeps coloring. I slowly walk over and sit down in front of him. "You're scared. It's okay. I understand." Dean told him. "See, when I was your age, I saw something real bad happen to my mom...I was scared, too. I didn't feel like talking, just like you. But see, my mom-I know she wants me to be brave. Cause she taught me to be brave. And I do my best to be brave. And maybe, your dad wants you to be brave too...its ok if you don't want to, but I really need your help." Lucas drops his crayon and looks up at Dean then at me. He hands me a picture of a white church, a yellow house, and a boy with a blue baseball cap and red bicycle in front of a wooden fence.

"Thanks, Lucas." I smile, which he returns making me fill with happiness. After we left Andrea's house the three of us are standing infront of the Impala, Sam examining the church picture.

"Andrea said the kid never drew like that till his dad died." Dean speaks.

"There are cases-going through a traumatic experience could make people more sensitive to premonitions, psychic tendencies." Sam groans.

"It's all part of the process." I chime in. "Whatever's out there, what if Lucas is tapping into it somehow?"

"You mean magically?" Dean asked, confused.

"Yeah, I mean he might be connected but he doesn't even know...but what does the church have to do with this?"

"I don't know, but the only problem is there's about a thousand yellow two-stories in this county alone." Sam looks at the picture. "See this church? I bet there's less than a thousand of those around here."

"Oh, college boy thinks he's so smart." Dean comments.

"Well what about the church we passed by when we drove into town?" I wondered  which the boys thought it wouldn't hurt. So we drove to the white church shaped like the one in Lucas's picture. There's a yellow house next to the church and a wooden fence near the house. When we got to the door, I knocked and a woman answered. We told her we were FBI, at first she was hesitant but eventually let's us in.

"Im sorry to mother you ma'am, but does a little boy live here, by chance? He might wear a blue ball cap, has a red bicycle." I ask.

"No Ms, Not for a very long time. Peter's been gone for thirty-five years now." She sighs, and I notice a picture of Peter on the side table. "The police never-I never had any idea what happened. He just disappeared." Sam points out to Dean a number of toy soldiers on a table. Just like the ones at Luca's house, I thought, so I was right. "Losing him-you know, it's...it's worse than dying." She explained, however I felt someone staring at me, it was Dean. When we make eye contact he looks away, cheeks burning.

"Did he disappear from here? I mean, from this house?" Dean asks.

"He was supposed to ride his bike straight home after school, and he never showed up." Sweeny answers, I start to walk around and pick a picture off the mirror. There are two boys in the picture, one Peter with a bicycle. I read the back of the picture, the words made my eyes go wide. "Peter Sweeney and Billy Carlton, nineteen seventy." I mutter, after the visit with Mrs. Sweeny, we decide to go talk to Bill again. "Mr. Carlton?" Sam calls out as we walk up to the house, we hear an engine roar. We run around the house to see Bill going out on the lake in his boat. "Hey, check it out." Dean says, pointimg towards the lake. We start to run to the end of the dock, yelling. "Mr. Carlton! You need to come back! Come out of the water! Turn the boat around!"

He ignores us and keeps going, the boat was to far out, all I could see was the water rising up, making Bill's boat flip over.

~~

After the accident me, Sam, Dean, and Jake walk in the door of the police station. Andrea looks over, "Sam, Y/n, Dean." She stands up, putting the bag and a container on her chair. "I didn't expect to see you here."

"So now you're on a first-name basis." Jake says. "What are you doing here?"

"I brought you dinner."

"I'm sorry, sweetheart, I don't really have the time."

"I heard about Bill Carlton. Is it true? Is something going on with the lake?"

"Right now we don't know what the truth is. But I think it might be better if you and Lucas went on home." Lucas looks up and whines, looking stricken. He jumps up and grabs my arm, pulling and tugging.

"Lucas, hey, what is it?" I kneel down, it was like he was trying to get a message to me but couldn't form the words. "Lucas?"

"Lucas." Andrea calls.

"Lucas, it's okay. It's okay. Hey, Lucas, it's okay. It's okay." I say and was about to comfort him when Andrea pulls him away from me and leads him outside. He doesn't look away from me however. Jake throws down his jacket and goes into his office. The three of us follow behind. "Okay, just so I'm clear, you see...something attack Bill's boat, sending Bill-who is a very good swimmer, by the way-into the drink, and you never see him again?" Jake summarizes, Dean glances at me.

"Yeah, that about sums it up." Dean mutters.

"And I'm supposed to believe this, even though I've already sonar-swept that entire lake? And what you're describing is impossible? And you're not really Wildlife Service." Dean looks surprised. "That's right, I checked. Department's never heard of you three."

"See, now, we can explain that."

"Enough. Please. The only reason you're breathing free air is one of Bill's neighbors saw him steering out that boat just before you did. So, we have a couple of options here. I can arrest you for impersonating government officials and hold you as material witnesses to Bill Carlton's disappearance. Or, we can chalk this all up to a bad day, you get into your car, you put this town in your rearview mirror, and you don't ever darken my doorstep again."

"Door number two sounds good." Sam says but I was about to protest.

"That's the one I'd pick." After that we left, packed our stuff an left. I was pissed, there is something happening here and we're just gonna leave? The three of us are in the Impala, waiting at a traffic light. A sign says I-43 North to Milwaukee is to the left. The light turns green, but the Impala doesn't move, after a few seconds Dean turns right.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Thats what I'm wondering to. Dean, this job, I think it's over." Sam tells him.

"I'm not so sure." Dean says.

"If Bill murdered Peter Sweeney and Peter's spirit got its revenge, case closed. The spirit should be at rest."

"All right, so what if we take off and this thing isn't done? You know, what if we've missed something? What if more people get hurt?"

"Deans gotta point, I don't think this is over either." I agree.

"But why would you think that?" Sam questioned.

"Because Lucas was really scared."

"That's what this is about?" Sam groans.

"I just don't want to leave this town until I know the kid's okay." Dean agrees.

"Who are you? And what have you done with my brother?" Sam chuckles and Dean glances at Sam.

"Shut up."

~~

We arrived back at the Barr's and stood out there for at least a good five minutes.

"Are you sure about this? It's pretty late." Sam asks us, Dean rings the doorbell. At that moment, Lucas opens the door, desperately afraid.

"Lucas? Lucas!" I yell but he takes off. We follow him to the hallway, water is pouring out from under the bathroom door and down the stairs. Lucas starts pounding on the bathroom door again. Dean pushes him over to Sam and I kick in the door. Lucas grabs Dean and me, so Sam runs into the bathroom and sticks his arms in the tub, trying to pull Andrea out. She is pulled back under, and Sam is struggling, so I run over and help him out. The force is strong but not strong enough, we keep pulling until Andrea is all the way out. As soon as she's out she starts coughing up water, later Andrea is sitting in the living room, dry and wearing comfortable clothing.

"Can you tell me?" Sam asks, who is sitting next to me.

"No." She answers. Dean and I were looking through notebooks on bookshelves, to see if anything that is happening would relate to the situation.

"It doesn't make any sense." She starts crying. "I'm going crazy." She puts her face in her hands.

"No, you're not. Tell me what happened. Everything." Sam pleads.

"I heard...I thought I heard...there was this voice."

"What did it say?"

"It said...it said 'come play with me'. What's happening?" Dean pulls out a scrapbook that says "Jake - 12 years old" and opens it, flipping pages. He closes it again, nudges me and we go over to Sam. He puts the book down in front of Andrea, open to a picture of Explorer Troop 37. "Do you recognize the kids in these pictures?"

"What? Um, no. I mean, except that's my dad right there. He must have been about twelve in these pictures." She moves her finger over to another picture of Jake as a child, he is standing next to Peter. Dean looks at Sam, then me.

"Chris Barr's drowning. The connection wasn't to Bill Carlton. It must have been to the Sheriff."

"Bill and the Sheriff-they were both involved with Peter." I muttered

"What about Chris? My dad-what are you talking about?" She asks, I look over to Lucas. "Lucas?" I call, he is staring out the window.

"Lucas, what is it?" Dean asks, Lucas opens the door and walks outside. We all follow him, he look determined.

"Lucas, honey?" Andrea calls as he stops and looks at the ground, then at Dean. "You and Lucas get back to the house and stay there, okay?" Dean says and Andrea pulls Lucas back to the house. Dean and Sam presumably fetch shovels from the Impala, before they start digging. After five minutes later I hold out my hand.

"Here Sam, I'll take over, why don't you go inside?" He nods and heads inside after handing me the shovel, so now it's just me and Dean. It was silent for a little while, until I spoke. "So, we gonna talk about it?" Dean glances at me.

"About what?"

"...The kiss, that Sam sort of ruined." He laughs.

"Well uh...what is there to talk about?" He stops, making me stop as I walk over to him, lightly placing my hand on his. "Dean I...Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why kiss me? I mean do you...love me? Or is this just a fling." He goes silent for a second, but speaks.

"I don't know what I feel...however when I'm with you I'm happy..." I smile, I make him happy, I thought. "Y/n...I know your seventeen, but I want to be with you. So will you be my girlfriend?" Quickly I nod which makes a flower bloom on his features. He slams his lips against mine. He drops the shovel and wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me closer. Sam clears his throat while laughing silently and we pull away, both of our cheeks red. "Am I interrupting?" I chuckle and we go back to digging as awkwardness fills the air. My shovel clanks against something, and me and Dean dig with our hands, pulling out a red bicycle.

"Peter's bike." I whisper.

"Who are you?" Jake growls from behind us, pointing a gun.

"Put the gun down, Jake." I tell him.

"How did you know that was there?"

"What happened? You and Bill killed Peter, drowned him in the lake and then buried the bike? You can't bury the truth, Jake. Nothing stays buried."

"I don't know what the hell your talking about."

"You and Bill killed Peter Sweeney thirty-five years ago. That's what the hell I'm talking about." Just then Andrea runs up yelling. "Dad!"

"And now you got one seriously pissed-off spirit." Dean mentions.

"It's gonna take Andrea, Lucas, everyone you love. It's gonna drown them. And it's gonna drag their bodies God knows where, so you can feel the same pain Peter's mom felt. And then, after that, it's gonna take you, and it's not gonna stop until it does." I tell Jake, he scoffs.

"Yeah, and how do you know that?"

"Because that's exactly what it did to Bill Carlton." Sam explains.

"Listen to yourselves, all of you. You're insane."

"I don't really give a rat's ass what you think of us. But if we're gonna bring down this spirit, we need to find the remains, salt them, and burn them into dust. Now tell me you buried Peter somewhere. Tell me you didn't just let him go in the lake." Dean begs.

"Dad, is any of this true?" Andrea asks, voice shaking.

"No. Don't listen to them. They're liars and they're dangerous."

"Something tried to drown me. Chris died on that lake. Dad, look at me." Jake does. "Tell me you-you didn't kill anyone." He looks away in shame. "Oh my God." 

"Billy and I were at the lake. Peter was the smallest one. We always bullied him, but this time, it got rough. We were holding his head under the water. We didn't mean to. But we held him under too long and he drowned. We let the body go, and it sank." Jake tells us and Dean glances at Sam. "Oh, Andrea, we were kids. We were so scared. It was a mistake. But, Andrea, to say that I have anything to do with these drownings, with Chris, because of some ghost? It's not rational."

"All right, listen to me, all of you. We need to get you away from this lake, as far as we can, right now." Dean warns, but Andrea turns her head and spots Lucas going down to the lake, she gasps. We turn to what she's looking at, "Lucas!" I yell and I run up to the dock. Lucas is leaning over the side, reaching for a toy soldier in the water. "Lucas!" Dean yells.

"Lucas! Baby, stay where you are" Andrea yells. A hand comes up and pulls Lucas into the water. The adults have reached the edge of the lake. Jake stops as Peter's head is visible, Jake recognizes him. We keep running to the end of the dock.

"Oh my God!" Andrea yells. She takes off her jacket to jump in.

"Andrea, stay there!" I say and I jump in, I could hear Andrea trying to get to Lucas.

"We'll get him! Just stay on the dock!" Sam pleads. I could see Lucas at the bottom and I swim down there to get him. He was being dragged down, I swim faster, what I didn't understand is Lucas was let go and started floating upwards. Did the ghost just let him go? That doesn't matter, I grab Lucas and swim back to the surface. I emerge while holding Lucas, who isn't moving.

~

The three of us walk out of the motel, Dean opens his car door and Sam tosses a duffel in.

"Look, we're not gonna save everybody." Sam says, he was referring to Jake who died to save Lucas.

"I know." Dean sighs.

"Sam, Dean." Andrea walks up with Lucas. "Hey." Me and Dean say at the same time. "We're glad we caught you. We just, um, we made you lunch for the road." Lucas is carrying a tray of sandwiches.

"Lucas insisted on making the sandwiches himself."

"Can I give it to them now?" Lucas excitedly asks.

"Of course." Andrea smiles and kisses his head.

"Come on, Lucas, let's load this into the car." Dean says.

"How you holding up?" I ask Andrea.

"It's just gonna take a long time to sort through everything, you know?" I sigh. "Andrea, I'm sorry, if I knew-" She silences me and shakes her head.

"You saved my son. I can't ask for more than that. Dad loved me. He loved Lucas. No matter what he did, I just have to hold on to that." I smile as Dean walks up to me with Lucas.

"All right, if you're gonna be talking now, this is a very important phrase, so I want you to repeat it one more time."

"Zeppelin rules!" Lucas laughs.

"That's right. Up high." Dean holds his hand up for a high-five. Lucas obliges, grinning.

"You take care of your mom, okay?"

"All right." The both of them leave, Dean smiles and gives me a peck on the lips, then goes around the car.

"Sam, move your ass. We're gonna run out of daylight before we hit the road."

"Yeah yeah ok." Sam chuckled as we all got in, continuing with our adventure.

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Bug butt and Auntie Chloe (Ladybug and Cat noir)

As the end of the day bell rang at Françoise Dupont High School, Most students were eager to leave and go to whatever after school social lives they had. Most, but not all.

For one Marinette Dupain-Cheng, School was preferred to what awaited her after classes where let out. The teenaged girl/Superhero had been having a few..ok A LOT of accidents lately and her parents while trying to be understanding about it had gotten fed up once she went from not just wetting herself off and on to having a full blown 'uh-oh' accident in the seat of her panties.

She couldn't even explain what was going on, As it wasn't the result of a super villain or anything like that and a trip to the doctors had reported her in clear health. it was said doctor's belief and her parent's echoed it that it was just laziness on Marinette's part and she was faking they were accidents.

As such, if she wanted to act like a naughty toddler who refused to potty train she'd be treated like it, and she had been enrolled at a after school daycare that specialized in potty training. Furthermore her panties had been replaced with a mix of princess pull-ups and thick over night diapers, her parents making it clear they expected a solid week of no tinkles or uh-oh's in her undies if she wanted big girl panties back.

All of this was enough of a nightmare, going to school in pull-ups and trying to keep them hidden, but it only got worse as it turned out Chloe of all people worked at the daycare Marinette had been enrolled in.

the blond self proclaimed princess of Paris was totally delighted to find out Marinette was in the potty training program and made slight 'changes' to the rules regarding her training.

For one while Marinette was suppose to be in pull-ups during the day, Chloe made sure the second her little 'bug butt' as she nicknamed Marinette (Ironically she didn't know Marinette was lady bug, it was more in reference to the size and shape Marinette's bottom took when the bulky diaper was on) was thickly diapered and 'somehow' always seemed to be too busy to sit Marinette on the potty and when the inevitable happened would just cite the wet or messy diaper as proof that Marinette was just a silly big baby.

Since she was SO kind and dotting on Marinette when other adults were around and even when in private her words would say one think but her tone anther, Marinette couldn't prove she was being set up to fail.

Worse, when she tried to use the example that her pull-ups were mostly dry when she got to daycare in her parents minds that only proved she was using them by choice, only soiling herself when others would have to clean her.

So, when the final bell rung Marinette toyed with the idea of just running off and avoiding daycare as she gathered up her books and packed her book bag.

She was making a B-line to the side exit from the school when Chloe's voice rang out in the hall.

"And just where do you think YOUR going?" She asked.

Marinette turned around and gulped as Chloe made her way over, a frown on her perfect face as she for in front of Marinette and folded her arms. "Well little girl?"

The other students in the halls knew the tone Chloe was using and not eager to have her anger spill over, quickly left leaving it just the caretaker and the diaper girl in the halls.

"I was um.. Just heading..to daycare?" Marinette stammered out, a weak smile plastered on her face.

"Mhmm.. you know the most direct route is out the front entrance Little lady." Chloe said.

"O-Oh but it's..such a nice day out, I wanted to..enjoy..the outdoors and take the scenic route!" Marinette said, scrambling for a excuse.

"...You know you ARE right. it IS so nice out today." Chloe said and gave a smile that would of made Hawk moth flinch."In fact it's so nice I think you can play outside today, after we get you in your diapies."

the mental image of being outside in a t-shirt and her massive diaper, sitting in a sandbox as people walked by and laughed flashed in Marinette's mind and she turned crimson.

"N-no! please!" She yelped and then she did something else, a loud hiss heard in the empty hallway as she flooded her pull-up in fear.

Sadly it was already damp from a scare during chem lab where they had been a loud BANG and the inner thighs of her red pants started to turn dark red.

"Awww, Poor little Marinette sprung a widdle leak huh?" Chloe coo'ed, and patted the whimpering brunettes head. "it's ok, I won't make you play outside. come with auntie Chloe and we'll get you all cleaned up and safe and snug in your diapie bug butt."

with the stains growing and knowing she had no choice in the matter, a defeated Marinette just nodded her head and let 'auntie' lead her to daycare.

Thankfully for Marinette her wet pants were noticed thanks to a careful placement of a note book, at least till she got to the daycare where Chloe tugged the notebook away and whistled for the attention of all the other kids.

with the oldest kid after Marinette being five, giggles and chuckles broke out among the little guys and girls.

"Look everyone! Poor Marinette made her pull-up leak, who thinks she needs to give up on them and just wear her diapies alll the time? show of hands!" Chloe coo'ed.

out of the other 26 kids in the room, 18 hands shot up (the other 8 were too young to understand.)

"I..it's just..I didn't.." Marinette started to whined and whimper, tears building up in her eyes.

"Awww, it's okay." A little 4 year old girl said, coming up and hugging her leg. "Potty training is hard, but when ya finally get it you'll get big girl panties like me!"

the little girl moves to lift up her dress to show her Disney princess panties off but Chloe quickly stopped her.

"See Marinette? Goals!" Chloe said and smirked as she took hold of Marinette's hand and lead her towards the dreaded changing table.

"You don't have to enjoy this QUITE so much." Marinette grumbled, her bottom lip sticking out as she was still trying to fight back tears.

"Now now bug butt, be nice. I can always send a note home with you telling your parents how you tinkled in your pants in front of me on purpose~" Chloe said in a low evil voice, a warm smile on her face so any of the other workers would think that she was giving words of encouragement to the pants wetting teenager, pausing the pat the top of the changing table as she took the back pack away for the poor girl.

"You wouldn't!" Marinette gasped then groaned as she climbed up on the changing table, hands covering her face as her shoes were removed and Chloe started to undo the wet pants. "..Oh who am I kidding, you totally would."

"I'm glad we got that bit of nonsense out of the way. But I'll make you a deal bug butt. if you act like a happy little baby girl for me today, no fits, no huffing and NO attempts made at using the potty.. I'll keep your little leak allll to myself." Chloe offered as she tugged the pants off and tossed them in a hamper to be washed asap.

"..why would you want that? Do you LIKE wiping my poopie butt or something?" Marinette asked.

it wasn't a insult but more of a genuine question, and Chloe could tell and smirked.

"hey, you get your rocks off crapping and pissing yourself, don't judge me if I like reducing my rival for Adrien's affection to a big baby girl. besides whats your only other choice? end up coming to school tomorrow in one of your thick diapies? Personally I would find that hilarious but i doubt you will." Chloe said as she ripped the sides of the destroyed pull-up and tossed it into the diaper pail.

Marinette pictured it, there was NO way any of her pants would cover her diaper's, and one good breeze is all it would take to flash off her huggies in any of her dresses. Or even worse, if her Parents went total punishment mode and made her wear one of her short skirts, with the diaper peeking out!

shuddering from the mental image and the cold wipes being used to clean her up Marinette mewed softly and looked to the side.

"H-How..how do I act like a good little girl for you?" she asked in a low, defeated voice.

"you can start by calling me auntie." Chloe said, a smug look of victory on her face.

when Chloe had first been forced to come and work at the daycare as punishment for trying to drive her parents car, she had been convinced this was going to be the worst month of her life.

Thankfully the fates smiled down on her and gave her a way to amuse herself as she served her time in the front of nerdy Marinette being dropped off by her parents.

Learning the whole story it was just simply too delicious not to take advantage of and she toyed with maybe extending her time at the daycare as her punishment was due to end in a few days or offer a more 'one on one' effort to 'help' little Marinette conquer the potty.

Either way it was food for thought at a later point as she took out not just one of the stupid thick diapers the day care carried for older kids (to be fair, the diapers were thick then normal for any age range as the owner hated the thought of kids leaking on the plush carpet) but two of them, making use of a razor blade to slice slits in the first diaper. it was a trick she had been shown the first day as a way to deal with the super soakers and she thought it would be just perfect for a excuse to have her little nerd bug butt waddling more then usual.

the poor little nerd didn't even dare argue and actually to Chloe's delight, started to suck on her thumb as she watched. technically she could of let Marinette keep sucking on her thumb but there was always a better solution aka more humiliating. Setting the diapers down with the slit's cut in it and putting the razor in the locked compartment where it was kept in the table, Chloe tugged Marinette's thumb out of her mouth with one hand and reached into anther compartment and pulled out a cleaned and sterilized pacifier with the other.

"no no no little Bug butt. No sucking on your thumb. little girl's hands are covered in germs. here, suck on this instead." Chloe coo'ed, ironically though she wouldn't know it, popping a paci in Marinette's mouth that had a red and black ladybug theme on the mouth guard.

Marinette whined and looked ready to spit it out for a second, then a look of defeat washed over her again and she suckled loudly on her paci.

"That's a good girl!" Chloe coo'ed and tickled Marinette's chin, making the teenaged baby giggle and smile behind her paci.

with the big babies mouth full, it was time to finish getting that butt back in diapers, and with expert ease that comes from doing a task over and over again Marinette was powdered and double diapered.

'I think i would rather face powered up versions of every akuma villain I've ever taken down this put up with this.' Marinette grumbled, sucking loudly on the paci in her mouth as Chloe finished putting her diapers on.

"ok bug butt, time to go play, need help getting down?" Chloe asked, voice dripping with honey and clearly loving every second of this.

'laugh it up..next time your in danger I'm letting the akuma victim of the week torment you for a bit.' Marinette thought, sitting up with a bit of difficultly.

scooting on her butt and nothing she couldn't even get close to bring her knee's together she went to slide off of the changing table and land on her feet as usual, however the bulk and the difference in balance had other ideas.

She did land on her feet, for all of 3 seconds before her legs wobbled and she plopped down on her diapered butt, pacifier dropping out of her mouth as she let out a yelp more out of shock then any pain due to the ample cushioning her backside had.

"oh dear! Did baby fall and go boom?" Chloe asked, bring her hands together and putting them to the side of her face. "You poor little helpless thing~ Are you alright? do you need auntie to kiss your boo boo better?"

"I..Uh.." Marinette stammered and squirmed, then it clicked.

Chloe might of just said that last part to torment her, but since Marinette had just fallen on her BUTT..

"Y-yesh aunite Chloe. widdle Marinette fell on her bum bum and needs a kissy better!" Marinette said in a loud voice, getting attention from the whole room.

the look on Chloe's face said it all, she hadn't been expecting to have to follow up and with the whole room watching now the pressure was on.

Rolling over onto her hands and knees, Marinette stuck her padded rear out and wiggled it.

"A-auntie, a-aren't you gonna kiss it b-better wike you pwomised?" Marinette asked, putting a sad babyish tone to her voice that would make Chloe look like the meanest person ever if she didn't follow though.

Face turning crimson and gritting her teeth, Marinette tried not to giggle as Chloe replied.

"O-Of course I'll kiss it better sweetie. I made the offer after all." She said, then kissed her index and right fingers on her left hand and pressed them to the back of Marinette's diapered butt. "that better?" she asked.

"Noooo! you hafa us your lips or it doesn't work auntie!" Marinette 'whined' and wiggled her massive padded rump. "D-Don't you want it ta git better?"

"O-Of course I do," Chloe said, and slowly got down onto her knees, thinking of just how much she was gonna make this little bitch pay for this. "Auntie Chloe cares about all the little guys and girls under her care." She added, trying to stall for time.

'of all the days to wear lipstick.' she thought with a mental groan then closing her eyes and puckering her lips leaned in.

Marinette was waiting for the and as 'auntie' leaned in she pushed back and smushed her pampered bottom on Chloe's fart, while pushing with everything she had and letting out a muffled fart.

Sure there was gonna be hell to pay, but the memory of making Chloe kiss her ass and eat a fart was going to be Marinette's new favorite memory for a long, long time.

The end...for now

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NOAH SAMPATH —

IG info/bio: @/noahknowspat | 275k followers | “A True Renaissance-Man.” | (currently his page is on private, which he often does several months out of the year

25 (26) years of age

Born & raised in Kandy, Sri Lanka until his mother decided to uproot him & his sibs to the uk leaving his father behind

Both of his parents are from Nuwara Eliya

His parents decided it would be best for just his wife & children to live elsewhere while he continued his work in hotel & tourism

Which to him, is the best job he’s ever had—in a sense it felt like he loved his job a little more than his family but Noah knew that wasn’t completely true

Noah figured there was something secretly going on between his parents, he noticed how they would argue more over the years & how his father was fond of their homeland while his mother was not

She did not have much family left, most either leaving the country or dying from sickness

He’s used to living in a bungalow since that’s what he grew up in

Moved to Romford which didn’t take long for him to get adjusted to, he was quick to adapt to situations since that’s normally expected of him as the eldest...

Lived with an aunt? Who really wasn’t a aunt in a cramped 2 bedroom apartment with a child of her own (who was around Noah’s age and favored Richa Moorjani) for a couple of years

Has two younger sibs: a 17 year old brother, and a 11 year old sister

His mother was m*rdered just before his 18th birthday, therefore he’s grown not to celebrate his birthdays even tho he knows deep down that’s not how his mother would have wanted him to go on

She was wise and often stayed up with the moon having conversations with her eldest—if not with all her children

but as he looked back on their conversations he could tell that his mother knew she wouldn’t be on this earth for long

Which showed him a different way of living

His father hated Romford, didn’t think it was the best/ safest place ( I did some research and mostly saw that this town is kinda rough. Anybody from the uk reading & have experience with the town please confirm? Not attending to offend anyone plus every place has its rough areas) for his family & felt his point was proven once his wife was k*lled

He demanded for his children to come back home but Noah wasn’t having it once he realized his father had changed & became aggressive himself

He hated confrontation but he was of age now so he could do what he wanted but there was no bloody way his sibs were going back with this man

He was not the man they all once knew—shit, his sibs BARELY knew him

So Noah fought a lengthy battle with guardianship over his siblings

It only became easy once money was involved for the man to back off

It was v difficult to manage a household and two children at 18-19 all on his own but he was willing to do it, he felt like it was part of his purpose

Plus his “auntie” & “cousin” came around quite often which helped somewhat & even tho the woman was gritty in how she carried herself, anyone could see she cared for Noah’s mother & her children otherwise she wouldn’t have been around before & after his mother’s death

She became like a second mum but no one would ever replace his mother

It was tough going through his early twenties...he had became a parent figure instead of going to uni to study archaeology

He loved fossils & dinosaurs as a kid 

probably keeps up to date with any articles or shows that share their findings on prehistoric species in water or land (I find that shit so creepy yet interesting until I get too creeped out and leave lmao? especially dealing with the ocean!)

Enjoyed that American show called “siren”

He didn’t enjoy much of what usual twenty-something year olds would, he had to be home to take care of his siblings they became a major part of his life now

He is the type to bottle up his feelings. Ofc he jumped at the chance to raise his sibs without a question after seeing the state of his dad a week after his mum’s funeral but he knew he HAD feelings

He wasn’t a robot just because he tends to be quiet & observant

He had his low days too

But he would hide them in books, that was his safe haven, his escape

He loved working as a librarian even if he got shitted on for it

It never payed much even in his position but it brought him comfort that there were aisles of novels ready to tell him stories & found some relation to his own life

As if that wasn’t enough, he loved going to book shops as well. If he had enough $ leftover he would treat himself in a new book purchase

Will buy a new book even if he has piles of unread ones, which he does have a section of that in his room & in the corner of the living room

Has a kindle since it was the cheapest & can easily slip it into a bag if he can’t decide on what book to bring with him

Has glasses but prefers contacts, ‘i don’t want someone to think I’m that nerdy since I read out in public.’ He often thinks to himself—yet when he’s immerse in those pages the world goes silent around him

Collects vinyl toy figures and keeps them either on his mantle or built in shelves in his room

Loves coconut water & won’t drink any water unless it’s coconut

Got his gorgeous cheekbones from his dad

His father p*ssed during his 23rd year of life due to tsunami hitting the hotel he worked in

He took his sibs to their native land once it was safe and connected with their father’s side, which was bittersweet

I think I get Scorpio energy from noah? Idk but it’s in there somewhere

He likes cutting his food into smaller pieces no matter what it is, it’s just a habit since he did so for his younger sibs

Secretly it’s also easier for him since he feels like the dentist ruined one of his nerves once he got his wisdom teeth out

He hates the dentist

His baby sis is deaf & he absolutely took the time to learn sign language along with his brother

Chose buying her hearing aids over paying a monthly bill when $ got tight

His 17 year old brother now works a job & helps out the best way he can even if it took a bit of persuading from their cousin

They’re all extremely close and are aware what Noah’s done and continues to do for them

Probably enjoys painting even if he’s not the greatest at it, but there’s something about water color that is pleasing to his eyes

He’s had many jobs to keep food on the table and support his family but being a custodian paid him the most yet he couldn’t continue working overtime not when his sibs were as young as they once were. He had to let the job go, the money was great, his co-workers sucked since they never came to work leaving him with OT, but it was also a lot of gross work & the teenage girls were always hitting on him

Prone to taking on more than he can chew whether it’s in relationships or life situations

Has either one or two best friends outside of the villa & they’ve been tight since junior year

They didn’t approve of Noah stepping forward to take care of his sibs, knowing it would be a big responsibility & possibly put his life on hold

But they didn’t understand & came around to once they saw him in action & became supportive/proud

He knows they mean well?

Cannot dance

Owns a couple of blazers that he feels the most comfy in

Loves a good pin-striped dress shirt

Has soft thin wavy hair

Will sport a 5’oclock shadow if he’s stressed out, tired, or wants to show a more “mature” side of himself

Misses his mum’s Lamprais & kottu roti

He’s 5’11

Had 1-2 gfs before the villa & both of them were super lengthy relationships which there’s obviously nothing wrong with

Always trying to make it work even if there are signs of it failing

Is not the dominant one in relationships & usually wants to keep the peace—which falls back on him taking everything on his plate & bottling them up instead of addressing situations from the jump

Is observant but also likes to assume?

Tries to be honest & loyal

Once he’s in a relationship & it’s confirmed from the other, he is completely devoted & smitten

I think quality time is his love language

I also think he tried to play the violin growing up since he found that to be one of the instruments that holds so much passion

Likes period pieces minsus the racism :)

Has read Frankenstein countless of times over Shakespeare, he’s got good work, yeah? but it’s a bit overrated

Keeps in touch with rahim & feels he understands him on a level his mates of years do not

They go holiday together when Noah feels he can afford it, even if rahim says he can pay for it. It’s not a big deal

Yet it is. He feels insecure when someone feels like he can’t do something because of where he’s from & what he does for a living. It showed more in his relationship with hope

Sure she was constantly paying for things but when he silently took the initiative to do so it was automatically assume that he didn’t have it even with his wallet out to pay

There were plenty of flaws in his relationship with hope and it took forever for him to see the toxicity in it even if fans adored them together

I’ve decided that they won’t be endgame. Which breaks everyone’s hearts after he’s the one to surprisingly call it quits after 3 years. He thought it would get better once he realized they way the acted towards each other was not completely heathly but it got worse

So he did what he had to do with what was in the best interest of everyone & hope did not agree

It was heated, it was emotional, and there was a last moment of intimacy to seal the deal of their goodbyes

Then came the drama online, with interviews and people trying to bring Priya into the mix & Hope was always vocal so it became a bigger issue

Noah just wanted to heal on his own but he was never going to engage in the drama. If they were all back in the villa face to face he might have said something but he didn’t need his words twisted so he rose above it and knew the two would eventually along with the fans

To get over the breakup? He hung out a little later with his mates at CLUBS, visited rahim, spent more time with his sibs, read, and...reached out to...BLAKE

After almost two years with whoever (in my case it was henrik) she was freshly single herself & not really looking but knew Noah was trying to get underneath someone. A rebound? Since he couldn’t bring himself to do so with the girls around home

Blake knew what happened with hope. She along with mc & some fans saw it coming. She thought about it, really thought about it but decided that she wouldn’t be Noah’s rebound. She knew Noah just needed time and when he was ready, maybe she’d be around

Celeb crush: Gillian Anderson, Antonia Thomas, Tika Sumpter, Aja-Naomi King, Normani Kordei, & Sophie Turner

Who does Noah listen to? Hozier maybe? KWABS, Grace Carter, Seinabo Sey, Stevie Wonder, Michael Jackson, Half Moon Run, Aisha Badru, Lianne La Havas, Dana Williams, Allan Rayman, Rationale, etc...

Anthem = Sid Sriram, “It isn’t true”

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roommates AU!! Maybe one where young Tony has had a string of awful roommates (ie. they bully him for his age, etc.). The housing office transfers him one last time and tells him to give it a week. If this one still doesn't work out, then they'll let him room alone. At first, Tony just wants the week to be over, but of course his new roommate is the sweet Peter Parker. Cue pining!Tony, oblivious!Peter and a fluffy resolution... Just my rambles, but always excited to see what you come up with!

do the thing - send in all the prompts.    

Nonnie, this was a lovely prompt - thank you so much for the idea! I aged Tony up a little bit to make sure there wasn’t anything underage, but I hope I hit all the things you were looking for! 

Tony always figured flying through school would be a breeze. And for the most part – it was. The class material turned out to be easier than even he anticipated; he could’ve easily gotten through high school with his eyes closed. At 16, the concept of winning was the only thing that registered to him – what he was winning, he didn’t really know; but beating out his peers around him always made him feel just a bit better about how ridiculously brainy he really was.

Of course, the social aspect of school wasn’t nearly as easy. Most people didn’t understand what it was like to be the son of Howard Stark – Tony knew the inside of a lab before the age of 4 and attended dinners with some of the world’s figure heads on a consistent basis. As one of the youngest people in the entire room always, Tony struggled to fit in. Being smart wasn’t the piece of school that people admired, especially when the age gap was already so substantial. To say he was picked on was putting it mildly.

He assumed getting to college would end all of the bullying that came pre-packaged in the high school experience. Why would people in the pursuit of a degree in higher education care how old anyone was? The shocking reality of how wrong he was came when his very first roommate locked him out of the dorm for a full 48-hours. Tony didn’t like to throw around the weight of his name, but he hadn’t showered and needed textbooks to get to some of his classes. Needless to say, his roommate did not remain in the room for much longer.

Tony’s next roommate at least lasted for the rest of the year – he was an asshole at all points in time, but he didn’t lock him out of the room or touch his shit. There wasn’t enough of a connection to ask him back as a roommate – so Tony put his name back on the list for a roommate and went about his summer vacation.

Coming back from Italy, Tony was refreshed and more than ready to get through the next year as quickly as possible. He’d turned 17 over the summer and was one step closer to being on the cusp of independence. Then, people couldn’t judge him for his age. Tony walked into the year with a positive attitude – that was quickly bat down by the homophobic bigot they stuck him with. Tony still didn’t like the way faggot sat on the surface of his skin.

The struggle to keep a roommate brought him in front of housing for what felt like the hundredth time – all he wanted was some peace to get through school and maybe enjoy some of it. The notoriety of the university kept the supply of single rooms scarce, but he figured if push really came to shove, he could find a way to get one for himself. Cindy, who’d been dealing with him since his first gem of a roommate screwed the pooch, looked at him with a mixture of pity and concern. “I need you to give it a go one more time, for at least a week. There aren’t any singles available and I’m certain that this person will be suitable for you. In the meantime, I’ll see what I can do if all else fails.”

A barely concealed scoff left his mouth, but he nodded, anyway. After the stream of lectures he got from his father when the initial trouble started, Tony was determined to settle the situation by his own means, even if that meant trying to stomach one more person for 7 days. All of his other roommates proved how terrible they were right from the get-go, so he figured he could make it – the other side held the key to his single and a little bit of peace from the boring monotony of societal norms.

A couple of days later, a knock on the door drew Tony from the book in front of him – he’d been balls deep in the chapter on electrical energy conversion. Standing up from his seated position, Tony realized how long he’d been sitting when his feet felt a little numb. The break was obviously needed.

Pulling the door open, Tony let a soft gasp leave his lips – the person standing there was the most beautiful creature he’d ever seen. Long legs led to a torso that was covered with a white and purple striped shirt and flight jacket. The length of this person’s neck held a head covered in dark brown, curly hair. Tony took a couple of steps back on instinct, his brain going haywire.

“Are you Tony?”

In an attempt to speak, Tony opened his mouth – no words followed, however. Blushing, he chose to nod instead. He opened the door a little bit wider, his hand swinging in a ‘come in gesture’. His lips were quirked into an involuntary smile, everything about his body he could usually control now running on instinct and the overwhelming hormones that coursed through him.

A soft chuckle left the other’s mouth, the sound like music to his ears. Why did it take this long to deliver someone like this to his door? More than anything, Tony hoped that handsome person walking into the dorm that must be his new roommate wasn’t a total piece of shit – he wanted to be able to hold out a little hope.

“I’m Peter – Peter Parker. I just transferred here,” the man, Peter, said – his eyes wandering around the modest fixtures that Tony kept around the shared space. “Is that really a big-screen TV?” Peter’s plumps lips formed a roguish grin, coffee-colored eyes flashing with genuine excitement. “I never thought I’d see one of those in a college dorm room.”

Tony watched him trace a hand across the top, his fingers fiddling with the wiring at the back of it. “And it has HDMI capability. We can get both of my systems set up on this thing.” Peter’s excitement took him by surprise, everyone else who walked through the door didn’t care about the cool shit he brought with him – just the differences between them; his age, the sexuality he refused to hide – his academic abilities, even.

Not Peter, though – he went on to explain that he was getting a degree in Electrical Engineering and didn’t get to have some of the newer appliances growing up. It was weird, to see someone so excited about the nerdy stuff Tony liked, too. They heartily discussed the best way to get both the Xbox and PlayStation set up through the tv without bogging down the cable setup already existing in the room. 

By the time they were both happy with how Peter’s things mixed into the fixtures of the room, Tony figured he was already head over heels for the guy – for the first time in his life, someone took him at face value and didn’t hate what they saw.

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The rest of the year with Peter went by seamlessly. During the spring semester, they planned to have a class together, both of them still needing to take some of the basic engineering classes. There wouldn’t be a lot of cross over later in their degrees, so they took advantage. It was different, having someone he could rely on sitting in class next to him, and then being there at home later on, too. Tony never got to experience the sort of camaraderie that Peter so freely gave to him.

Mornings were filled with the two of them trying to make breakfast on the little hot plate Peter brought from home. It was always an adventure, trying to get everything cooked all the way through and evenly – at least, Tony enjoyed watching Peter puzzle it all together. Their day started together and as the time passed, it ended together, too. Peter liked to spend time in their shared space, so Tony found excuses to be out there, too.

Tony found himself seeking out Peter’s company all the time, if he were being honest. Peter was the most interesting person – he didn’t care about the normal things; he wanted to learn and explore, he wanted to see what the world had to offer. Best of all, he seemed to want to include Tony in the things he wanted to know more about.

A couple of months into their second semester living together, Tony looked up to find Peter staring at him. “What’s your middle name?” Peter asked, a smirk slipping across his lips. “Are you an Anthony, or just Tony?”

Putting his pen down in the book he’d been reading to keep his place, Tony shifted a bit and gave Peter his full attention. “My full name is Anthony Edward Stark. No one but my mom calls me Anthony, though.” Tony tried to keep the blush he couldn’t help under cover, but his ears were warm – there was no escaping it. “What about you? Are you a junior, or something?”

The exchange went on a for a while, Peter talking a bit about his family in Queens and the Brainiac’s team he left behind when he graduated and came to Cambridge. Tony soaked up the information and attempted to be open about pieces of himself, too – he talked about his dad and the weird relationship they had and about Dum-E and the never-ending tweaks and adjustments he made to better him.

It was a little easier after that conversation, both of them felt a little more comfortable and for Tony, he felt closer to Peter than any other person in his life. He hoped it wasn’t obvious, how much Peter meant to him. There were stars in his eyes constantly – so he kind of doubted it.

Even his mom noticed how things shifted for him – he wasn’t his normally surly self when he went home over spring break. Maria looked at him with a weird smile – Tony didn’t think he’d ever seen the look on her face before. “School okay, Tony?” she questioned, her hands brushing through the hair by his ear. He figured she missed the little kid he used to be – he would sit for hours and let her pet him like that back then.

Grinning, Tony nodded – his teenage hormones making it hard to keep himself calm, cool, and collected. “Yes, it’s okay. I’m doing well and really enjoying Differential Equations this semester.” He kept his answer brief, his inability to talk to her still in place despite the weightless feeling that accompanied him. “I’m thinking about picking up a class in the summer and sticking around.”

He didn’t tell her that Peter was involved in a work study program and would need to be on campus all summer working. It seemed silly to give up his bedroom in the place that was now his home simply because summer came around. 

Tony didn’t want to miss a single second of time he could be around Peter – no matter how weirdly pathetic that probably was. Later, when he left the kitchen and headed towards his room, Tony missed the smile his mom beamed his way.

Their end of the semester project was due a couple of weeks after they got back from spring break, so Tony and Peter spent a lot of time together when they got back from visiting their respective families. It was a little like the time away from each other strengthened the need for the bond between them. Peter spent more time in the dorm and when he couldn’t be there, Tony pestered him at work, the help desk more than familiar with him after all the time he spent there.

The closer they got; the more Tony wondered if Peter felt the same way that he did. Tony knew he was still young, his 18th birthday creeping slowly toward him. There were tons of great looking people on campus, people that were closer to Peter’s age – but he hoped, he crossed his fingers and looked up in search of a person he didn’t believe in just to send up a little wish into the atmosphere.

Tony tried to gage things between them a couple of weeks before the end of the semester – he wanted the summer to go off without a hitch and knew his useless pinning would be more of a burden than anything if he didn’t at least try and find out if he stood any chances. He wasn’t completely sure of how he’d try to fish out the truth, but he needed to – the probable thought of exploding crossing his mind frequently.

A perfect opportunity presented itself when Peter came home a little tipsy from a party that Friday night, his face split into a loose smile, eyes shining with the blaze of alcohol and something simmering just below the surface. Tony paused the round of Tekken he’d been playing, his hand patting the cushion next to him. “Have a good night?” Tony asked curiously, his lips slipping into a smile when Peter threw himself carelessly down onto the couch. Their shoulders brushed, that little bit of contact sending a torrent of happiness through him.

“I definitely drank enough to make it feel like it was a good night,” Peter replied, the alcohol letting the words fall easily from loose lips. “MJ brought 151 in a little flask – it doesn’t taste like shoe cleaner, so it was easy to drink a little bit too much.” He smiled and leaned further into Tony’s side. “Glad to be back, though.”

A nose brushed the side of his neck, Tony holding his breath to stop the gasp that tried to escape from the confines of his chest. He put the controller down on the arm of the couch and sat more fully on the couch – his arm going around the back of it. “I’m glad that you’re back, too,” Tony admitted, his hand moving inch by inch until his fingertips were just barely fumbling with the sleeve of Peter’s black t-shirt.

“What are you doing, Tony?” Peter asked from his place against Tony’s shoulder, his breath tickling his skin, the sensation distracting. He drew his bottom lip between his teeth and absorbed he warmth while he could – Peter nestled in the space Tony wanted him the most might never happen again.

“I – don’t know. I – “ Tony started to speak, but the common problem of getting a little tongue-tied around Peter coming back with a vengeance. “I think I was trying to put my arm around you.” He felt his face flush even further – his cheeks and ears the same colors as Peter’s without the influence of alcohol and its properties.

While he didn’t actually move away, Tony felt Peter stiffen. Sucking in a hurt breath, Tony froze, too – he must’ve read the room wrong. “Oh,” he heard Peter say, the word muffled by Tony’s skin still. He gulped, then extracted himself from the tangle of longer arms and warm skin – his eyes already starting to burn with tears he wouldn’t be able to control for much long.

“Sorry – I didn’t, I mean. I – sorry, Pete.” Tony babbled, the inability to speak in full sentences hitting him double time now that embarrassment coated the nervousness that threatened to overcome him. How stupid could he be? Turning before he could embarrass himself further, Tony made a quick beeline to his room and shut the door. He slumped back against it, sliding down to the floor.

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Tony avoided Peter as much as he could leading up to the end of the semester, and subsequently, Tony’s birthday. He’d already made the commitment to stay over the summer, and he steeled himself for the awkwardness that would more than likely settle between them. The soft ‘oh’ Peter mumbled that night still played in his mind – his voice just as confused as the rigid posture of his body.

Either way, he needed to find a way to get over it – Peter was the best roommate he ever had, and he still had at least one more year of school to get through. It felt good to finish a semester and he did his best to focus on that instead of the weird ache in his chest. No wonder so many people were so wrecked by the love thing – when it didn’t work out, it hurt like an absolute bitch.

The two weeks before finals and Tony’s birthday followed much of the same pattern – Tony stayed in his room until he couldn’t stop the rumble in his stomach; he did his best to time his ventures into the shared space of the dorm when he thought Peter wouldn’t be there. It was easier to just ignore the situation and hope it past.

His birthday rolled around without much fanfare – he was glad to be 18 and didn’t need the huge party his parents wanted to throw him. They were never about him, anyway. Tony figured he’d spend the day watching the TV in his room and making his way through the couple different cartons of ice cream he put in the freezer the day before.

A knock on the door around 10AM had him muting the TV to answer it, his eyebrows furrowing when he saw Peter on the other side of the door. “Hey. Happy Birthday, Tony,” Peter started, the card in his hand being thrust forward into Tony’s chest without much finesse. The hand he could feel against him shook; Peter obviously nervous for some reason.

“Actually – that’s not why I’m here. I thought maybe you’d be more willing to open the door when there was something to celebrate.” Peter shrugged, his legs crossing in front of him. “Tony, that night – I wasn’t… upset, or anything. About what you said. I was surprised. I didn’t have any idea that you felt like that. It was a shock – I’d been crushing on you for months at that point and there you were, adorably trying to put your arm around me. You were gone before the ability to think started to work again.”

He reached out and traced Tony’s cheekbone with a soft finger, the caress barely there. “I like you, Tony – I want you to like me, too.” The fingers trailed along Tony’s soft skin and into his hair, the entirety of his hand palming the back of his neck when it got there. “And I think you do.”

“I do, Pete. I do. I really, really do.” Tony let both of his hands drift to the bare skin of Peter’s forearm, his fingers gripping the grounding warmth there. “Will you kiss me?” Tony asked the question so sweetly, the blazing in his eyes a sharp contrast

Peter used his lips to answer, the hand on the back of his head pulling Tony close enough to press their lips together. A gasp left Tony’s lips, the touch like an electric shock. In an attempt to keep his feet on the ground, Tony fisted Peter’s shirt in his hands, the move bringing them closer still.

The need for air had them pulling apart, Tony’s eyes opening wide to take in the look on Peter’s face – he figured the loopy smile there mirrored the happiness etched into his own cheeks.

“Want to go out with me, Tony?” Peter mumbled, his face breaking into a beaming smile.

Laughing, Tony used the grip on Peter’s shirt to pull him back in for a chaste kiss, his entire being thrumming with life.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

[blissfulalchemist]

1, 5, 8, and 17 for Chance and Cat? 😘

Thank you for asking Jo! 

1. What is/are your OC’s nickname(s) and how did it come about?

Cat is the main nickname she has as it is just a shortening of her name. In other verses she has nicknames of Catnip, Conejito, Kit Cat, Kitty Cat, Mew, and that’s all for now that I can think of. Her name lends its some to fun options, though please avoid using any form of Tiny and Short Stuff. 

5. What does your OC normally wear? What would your OC wear on a special night?

Cat goes for sundresses, sweaters, jeans, t-shirts(very nerdy ones), booties and flats, light colors and just very instagram soft woman’s fashion. On special nights she has specific dresses and two piece outfits it all depends on whats going to happen for the night. You can see some examples of how basic she is here and here

8. How does your OC talk/what does your OC’s voice sound like?

Cat can be formal in her speech or just very relaxed. She can mix in some big words but will also rely on simple. This varies from person to person but her voiceclaim! I have that! You can check out her voice claim here that is Batgirl in the Arkham games. 

17. What is your OC’s imagination like?

She has a big imagination in terms of ideas and what to do for events and things, she can make stories and what not but she can’t really put that imagination into anything creative really sadly.

1. What is/are your OC’s nickname(s) and how did it come about?

Main canon: Deputy, Rook, that one guy. He doesn’t like nicknames so he doesn’t get very many. Even in other verses he doesn’t have a ton. He lets very few people give him nicknames and more so to his partners exclusively. 

5. What does your OC normally wear? What would your OC wear on a special night?

Chance is one for band shirts. plain t-shirts, jeans, boots and converse, flannels over shirts, and then his grandfather’s jean jacket or an old leather(most likely its faux in all reality) jacket he’s had since high school, but he opts for the jean more because it fits better and the memories associated with it. Chance doesn’t always do nice nights out but he will try to dress nicely. He has a few button up shirts and slacks. He has a suit jacket too but it doesn’t always get worn. He has one suit that was his dad’s and that’s it for nice clothes really.

8. How does your OC talk/what does your OC’s voice sound like?

Chance speaks very simple and doesn’t use a ton of big words, but he will also surprise you and start speaking very formal and using words that when you look at them you question how anyone can even start to pronounce them. Boy is smart and very involved with science and grew up around it. He can pronounce the latin names of species very well and can put two and two together to figure out what things mean, he just chooses to not do that outside of school/work setting. Conversationally he is very much one to use memes and old references of teenhood to speak and convey what he means. Basically when he’s casual he’s really casual and when he’s formal he’s very formal. There isn’t much inbetween with him.

His voice claim is a bit of a mixture of Logan Lerman more specific in his roles in the show Hunters along with Billie Joe Armstrong’s singing voice, specifically the song of “Christian’s Inferno”. That laugh in the song when I first heard it just was instant “That’s Chance!” moment for me.

17. What is your OC’s imagination like?

For fantasy and stories type? It hasn’t been that big since he was a kid really. As he got older though he dreams big for things in science and making new things. Its very specific and hard to articulate like he can come up with games to play and stuff like that but he’s got more imagination for science and where to go and things like that. He’s more creative when it has to do with his work and job really.

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h.i.v.e. head canons

just some character and relationship/friendship head canons :)

laura

- plays the piano and quite well. she doesn’t want to play much at h.i.v.e. because it reminds her of scotland and her family. after book eight, she plays a lot more frequently cause she really sees h.i.v.e. and the people there as her home.

- is not organized in anything but school and files on her computer. her brain runs a million miles an hour which leads to things getting messy fast.

- becomes a lot closer with raven after the greenhouse since they now have a bit of shared trauma especially in the fact anastasia favored to torture both of them.

- still sucks at driving even after h.i.v.e.

- after h.i.v.e. laura goes and lives with her family for a month back in scotland. they talk about h.i.v.e., shelby and her other friends, whats been happening here, and other general catching up topics. mary (mrs. brand) takes a special interest in meeting otto and laura reminds her mom every day not to make a big deal about it. yet she still counts down the days until she gets to meet her daughter’s boyfriend.

otto

- gets very frustrated when he can’t grasp certain concepts or master specific skills. he is known as the boy genius after all.

- went through an edgy phase while at h.i.v.e. not emo, but he would throw in more hurtful quips towards shelby during their usually playful spits and his jokes were just a little too dark. otto got a lot more detentions during this time and even the thought of trying to escape again reoccurred in his mind. he eventually noticed how wing was not a fan of it and slammed the breaks. of course everyone still makes fun of him for it.

- if you don’t think otto wouldn’t cry at the sight of his newborn child/ren then um...you’re wrong

- he looks back on his little prime minister scheme with pride and cringes terribly at it. on one hand, it was his beginnings and the device he made not only worked but was something like no other. and then he remembers how he made the prime minister moon everyone. when he was younger it was hilarious, now that he’s a tad older otto hates the fact he did that. there is just something immature and lacking taste about the whole thing.

- lives in sweaters/jumpers. i know this one is random, but something about them just suits otto.

wing

- has a gentle singing voice. he only sings lullabies to his kids and if one of his friends needs it. besides that wing does not sing often. it’s always a treat when he does.

- wing is really scared to be a dad. the thought of being like his father is incredibly scary to him.

- i really can not see wing becoming a villain but an antihero, now that i can definitely see. his methods are immoral in the sense he is still technically a murder, but he only goes after truly evil corporations. like human trafficking kind of evil.

- he teaches his kid/s self-defense and martial arts.

- trilingual and speaks english, japanese, and mandarin. the first two are canon to the story but i feel like his parents probably would have taught him at least some mandarin.

shelby

- shelby hated how laura would stay up for hours in the night tapping away on her computer. however when she moved out, it seemed weird not to fall asleep to the sound of a typing keyboard.

- if there is a h.i.v.e. gymnastics team/program (since there is a water polo team) shelby would totally do it. she waves to her friends before her round and even sometimes blows a kiss to her supportive boyfriend who is always there to see her.

- after h.i.v.e. she pursues gymnastics professionally. it provides the same wealth she was used to back with her parents, she likes to do it, but most importantly it’s an amazing cover up for why she’s traveling so many places around the world. (to steal of course) it also funds these trips and gives her, and wing for that matter, a great public image. plus she likes the spotlight a bit.

- i’ve said this before but shelby eventually gets lessons from raven. i just love this idea with my whole heart especially because how different these two are.

- had a bit of affluenza before h.i.v.e. which played into her desire for stealing diamonds along with her crappy parents. (my theory on shelb’s parents is right here)

laura and otto

- otto adores laura’s piano playing. there is something peaceful about it to him which he finds really comforting.

- they go to university together in scotland and help each other get through it. the two live in an apartment together go to school then see each other after classes at home.

- laura has some zero ptsd and it occasionally effects her relationship with otto in the sense she gets flashbacks and is genuinely scared. otto completely understands this though and is super patient with her. obviously it bothers him since he’s not zero, but he understands why she’s experiencing this and loves her enough to put his annoyance aside for her.

- these two wanted their kids’ names to be after someone. so if they would ever have a daughter her name would be lucy and the middle name of their son would be wing. laura wanted to include shelby but it just didn’t fit anywhere.

- if otto can’t find a shirt, then laura is wearing it. she wears his clothes super frequently and he won’t complain. she looks cute :,)

laura and shelby

- shelby likes things to look pretty, so she ends up being the one that keeps their room tidy, makes the beds, and other cleanly stuff like that. especially when they live together outside of h.i.v.e. she does the dishes pretty often, keeps their room looking nice, and stocks their fridge. laura is messy, but it doesn’t effect her much cause shelbs takes care of it. she doesn’t mind and only teases laura when people are over to embarrass her (all in good fun).

- laura doesn’t like girly things (we been knew). shelby tried for a while to get her into these things and a few stick on: nail polish, very light make up, and shopping. but never and i mean never would shelby make laura do something she didn’t want to. of course laura introduces shelby to her more geeky/nerdy stuff. they watch superhero shows together, shelbs has a black widow t-shirt in her closet now, and even some basic hacking codes.

- laura didn’t like shelby at first not only because of her nasty personality, but because she was a lot like the girls who would talk about laura behind her back.

- basically canon, but shelby was the number one ottra shipper. she had been rooting for them since day one of h.i.v.e. laura comes to her for advice with otto and shelby consoles her when lucy and otto get together. they both were disappointed the two didn’t get together.

- laura is really good at baking and shelby asks her once to help her bake something for wing. (she was really trying y’all) long story short, even laura couldn’t help shelby’s terrible baking skills and they set off the fire alarms in their apartment along with the sprinklers.

wing and otto

- otto wanted to do one of wing’s workouts despite his best friends many warnings it would be rough. it was safe to say otto underestimated the intensity of the workout.

- oh god the scene where these two will eventually leave each other to go move on past h.i.v.e. is just absolutely gut wrenching. they both acknowledge how the other had such an influence on their lives and hope to see them prosper in life. honestly this is like a rare moment where i can see wing legitimately crying.

- so we all know how wing has half the overlord protocol necklace (he has yang) if shelby doesn’t get the yin half then otto should because he kinda fits the yin meaning and is best bros with wing.

- for wing’s “bachelor party” they honestly just get all the guys from h.i.v.e. together and hang out for a couple hours. after, however, he and otto go out and go have some fun doing morally gray criminal activity.

- they still sometimes speak in japanese to each other on missions and stuff or if they need to plan something without anyone else knowing.

shelby and wing

- they move permanently to america, but visit china and japan quite frequently.

- one of the first things shelby does after she and wing get out of h.i.v.e. is watch a bunch of disney movies and american movie classics so he can understand the pop culture references she has been making for the past five years.

- i totally think shelby gets the other half over otto, or at least a replica. there’s kinda set up for this as well, the other half (yin) is known as the feminine half.

- if they would ever have a daughter her name would be mei or raven.

- she always knows exactly what to get him as a gift or even just in general. she’s observant and can pick up on what he needs before he does. wing has mentioned before shelby is a little...less predictable but he tries his hardest and oh my goodness does shelby appreciate his efforts. of course it irritates her, but she knows her slightly emotionally-unavailable boyfriend is trying an insane amount to sort through her emotions right.

shelby and otto

- they totally bond over how wing is great, but have an urge to smother him in his sleep because of the obnoxiously loud snoring

- menaces to the public when these two are together. i couldn’t even begin to tell you all the crafty things that would conspire between these two. pranking teachers, seeing who can steal the answers first, racing in stealth or in fitness classes. (wing beats both of them in combat/fitness so their efforts are often pointless)

- when they first came to h.i.v.e. shelby was taller than otto, by quite a margin too. she teased him into another galaxy about it. so when the day came that otto was officially taller than her, she mourned the countless jokes that could no longer be made.

- asks a lot of those “wait who logically thought to make butter?” questions. they also argue whether these people were geniuses or a new level of stupid. (seriously who thought to mix together milk until it gets to a solid consistency and then eat it?)

- they have to live together for one month after h.i.v.e. in the beginning, they like wanted to choke each other, but by the end of the month they were upset to not live with each other any more. (fic is dropping soon 🙈)

wing and laura

- after the greenhouse incident, laura went to wing asking him to teach her some martial arts since she felt really weak physically while in there. he doesn’t initially think it’s the best idea, but laura convinces him it will be okay.

- they’re a lot better friends then people would initially think. she hugged him like twice in the first book alone and is grateful for him saving her life. laura and wing seem like the two that just relax with each other. no shenanigans, no combat, honestly just vibing. they drink tea and watch murder mystery shows while catching up on the latest things and theorizing about the show.

- the entire gang goes to tokyo all together at one point in their life. laura and wing go to all the historical places in the city and chat about them for hours.

- they go on hikes together. that’s it. i’m right and you know it.

- i always imagined at least once wing decided to try and take the high road instead of cheating by asking laura to tutor him. it worked pretty well for him and now whenever he needs help with work, he just goes to laura and they work through it together.

[serendipitous-magic]

Any HCs for older (30s/40s) / married byler? :)

Yes! And most of them are blatantly self-indulgent (don’t look too closely at Mike’s career path, I swear it’s not just me projecting), and I’m not even sorry. :) Let’s gooooo!

(Also, note: I took this in a very fluffy domestic direction, so sorry if anybody was really hoping for some NSFW HCs or wedding HCs or something like that - although I might be convinced to expand on that another time. ;) )

-As a young couple in their 20s they lived in a typical shitty apartment near where they went to college, but now as they’re getting more established and their careers are picking up, they’ve moved into something more similar to a townhouse / condominium in the city where they work. They don’t need an entire house, really, and besides, they’re usually not a huge fan of suburbia. If they did have a house, it would probably be one of those small-ish houses near the outskirts of the city - you know the type I mean. Lots of renovation expenses because it’s so old, but unique and cozy enough that it makes up for the hassle. I do tend to picture them in more of a townhouse/condo situation, though.

-Speaking of careers, they both got into something creative. Neither of them at all wanted to work in any type of office environment. Will fought tooth and nail to make a living with his art, which has made for some rough spots financially, but now that they’re getting through their 30s and into their 40s, it seems like it’s finally starting to even out and become more reliable as a source of income. He may do concept art for movie / TV / video game studios, he may do comic illustrations, he may do commissions, maybe a combination. 

-Mike, meanwhile, leaned into his passion for storytelling and his leadership skills - but I feel like Mike would wander in a couple different directions with that. Trying out this path, then this one - less of a cohesive, driven career path than Will’s, just trying things until he landed on something he really liked. Maybe he dabbled in computer engineering in college for a while (see: Mike’s nerdy mini-conversation with Bob about programming languages), decided that wasn’t quite for him, tried some creative writing classes, some film studies. Maybe he was a high school history or language arts teacher for a few years after college, what with his caring and nurturing instincts, his nerdiness, his leadership skills, his passion for stories (LotR, Star Wars, and D&D, anyone?), etc. But that probably wasn’t quite for him. Eventually, after having storytelling hobbies for most of his life, he starts integrating that into his career kind of on accident - and that’s when he hits on what he actually likes doing for a living. He consistently writes short stories on the side and submits them to magazines for publication. Maybe he uses something like commercial writing/directing as a stepping-stone, making heartfelt hit-you-in-the-feels and funny-memorable commercials for shitty instant coffee and cotton tee shirts, and that block on his resume is what gets him into The Business for real. From there it’s small-time TV  studios, sitting in a writers’ room hunched over cold coffee cups, chattering with a table full of other creatives about plot twists that will air on local stations. Or maybe he’s on set, wearing black jeans and a black tee that won’t reflect the light and mess up the shot, flipping through a clipboard of rumpled papers and hustling towards a fast-incoming deadline. Maybe he’s third-in-command on set, right-hand-man to the right-hand-man of the director. Continuity supervisor or art director. Or maybe he’s a practical effects guy, mixing up buckets of sludge or fake blood or figuring out a way to make a plastic-and-foam lobster puppet look alive. In any case, he’s doing something he really enjoys, and he’s steadily moving up in the ranks. Will swears he’s going to be directing blockbusters in Hollywood before they’re fifty; Mike always scoffs at that, laughing it off, but Will isn’t entirely joking.

-They have a medium-sized dog - something with a long snout and a long tail. Will counts himself as a dog person, but for a while there after the fall of ‘84, it was hard for either of them to be around big dogs without remembering the Demodogs. But it’s been decades, and somewhere in their late 30s (when they finally live somewhere with some form of backyard), they finally feel ready to get a puppy.

-Semi-regularly, they group-call the old Party and play D&D over the phone (much like The Adventure Zone). Sometimes one or both of them (Mike or Will) will be trying to do something else in the background at the same time - cooking dinner, working on a piece of art, etc. (Hey, they’re adults, they’re chronically short on time. Gotta multitask where they can.) This leads to occasional bouts of hilarity - like the time Mike almost knocked his entire laptop into a pot of spaghetti sauce because he was trying to DM and cook simultaneously. These over-the-phone D&D sessions are invariable merry and hilarious, cheering everyone up even after the worst of days. The Party is often spread out over the whole country - Mike and Will probably in one of the hubs of the storytelling industry (San Francisco or NYC), Dustin somewhere in the midwest doing scientific field work, Lucas still somewhere in or near Indiana, El and Max living in a new city every other year - but these phone calls bring them all together, and remind them of “simpler” times when they were kids in the Wheelers’ basement.

-Nancy is a highly successful journalist who travels a lot for her work, and whenever she and Mike / Will are in the same city, they make sure to meet up for coffee if not a day or two of old-times sibling shenanigans. Nancy has considered Will like a brother ever since they were teenagers, and that only strengthens as they grow older. But Mike, especially, reverts right back to a fifteen year old whenever his big sister is in town, throwing potato chips at her across the table and teasing her until she chases him with her soup spoon, and the whole time Will is just laughing with his face in his hands, pretending to be embarrassed but really just happy to see the two of them both happy.

-Similar situation with Jonathan. ^^^ He kept up his photography through the years, but like Mike, he’s wandered from career path to career path, just trying things out. (Whether he and Nancy are together depends on your own HCs, but be assured, whenever he’s in town he and Will are just as insufferable as Mike and Nancy.)

-It’s a long time before either (let alone both) of them feel ready to seriously consider kids. They both have a lot to work through after what they went through as kids themselves, and being a parent means being 100% there for someone else’s needs, often at the sacrifice of your own. Not to mention that with both of their creative-based careers, with not nearly as much financial stability as some of their peers, they’ve had some years where supporting just the two of them is a challenge. But eventually, they do get to the point where they start thinking about kids. I think they’d have at least one. Maybe they adopt, maybe they team up with El and Max (depending on how you HC the girls at that point) to do an in vitro deal, it depends.

-They visit Joyce and Hop (who are married) for Christmas. El and Max come home for the holidays, too. Joyce and Hop moved out of Hawkins together after all the kids moved away for college. Not too awfully far from Indiana, but far enough from Hawkins that they could leave the memories behind. Somewhere fairly rural, but not quite small-town. A large town or small-to-mid-size city, maybe, where they have a house with a big backyard and a big front yard and enough combined beds and couches to house all the “kids” over the holidays. 

-Ever since college, they go to Pride every year - most likely along with El and Max, if the four of them can arrange to meet up.

-Mike and Will still tease each other a lot and play-fight and they still tussle for the remote or the last fry, and they still have nerdy posters up in their living room, and they still trust each other more than anything else and they still geek out over their interests together and they still bicker and protect each other and love each other. So, really, not too much has changed since they were teenagers - they’re just in a better (read: much less homophobic) environment, working on their mental health, growing, healing from years-old traumas, doing what they love for a living (after decades of fighting tooth and nail to make it work), spending time with loved ones. Just living life. Taking new risks. Riding the ups and downs together. 

[theonlinemuse]

So @lesbianmaxevans and I have been discussing how there’s very little backstory for Dani Powell on the show and we decided to contribute to the tags by coming up with our own headcanons for her:

Dani is a nickname obviously, but instead of Danielle or Danika, it’s short for Danys, a unisex Haitian Creole name. She only gets called Danys if she’s in trouble  

Malcolm giggles whenever that happens and Dani threatens to put her cold hands on him if he tries calling her that 

Malcolm learned her middle name the same day he met her middle sister, New York County Court Judge Naomie Powell, who barged into the precinct after an incident where Dani got hurt and went, “Danys Eliana Powell, if you’re going to give our family a heart attack, at least pick up your phone!”

Her dad is Haitian (I still say that episode 5 should’ve delved into this with Dani and her backstory) and her mom is Jewish. Dani and her sisters were all raised Jewish 

Dani doesn’t regularly go the synagogue, but it’s tradition for the Powells to go to services during major holidays 

Dani and JT explaining Jewish holidays to everyone

Powell wasn’t her dad’s original last name. Her dad and grandma came to New York from Port au Prince in the late 70s and their original last name was Poirot. Grandma Eliana kept the name, but her dad changed it to Powell when he started university 

She’s the youngest of three girls in the family. Her oldest sister Mona is played by Meta Golding while middle sister Naomie is played by Sydney Tamiia Poitier

Naomie was the sister who suffered from night terrors after getting into a bad car accident as a teenager and Mona and Dani would often take turns looking after her. This is how Dani knew how to deal with Malcolm 

Dani is bisexual. She and Edrisa went on a date before deciding to be friends and Edrisa likes to joke about them being exes much to Malcolm’s confusion 

“When did you even break up?” “We didn’t, technically. We just went go karting and had lunch at Zabar’s before we realized Dani was wayyyy too much like an aloof little sister to me.”

And this is totally a crack headcanon, but after seeing Jurnee Smollett-Bell playing Black Canary in Birds of Prey, Dani and Dinah Lance are now cousins. Their moms, Zipporah and Dinah Senior were sisters

Dani and Dinah may be Jewish, but they don’t keep kosher all the time. They don’t eat pork, but they’re absolutely weak against shellfish, much to their moms’ dismay 

Chaotic bi Dinah and distinguished bi Dani

Imagine Dani going undercover in Dinah’s band and them singing the Birds of Prey song from Batman: The Brave and the Bold

Dani can rock the punk rock aesthetic. Dinah makes her wear fishnet stockings, red lipstick, a corset over a dark lace shirt, and gold metallic temp tattoos. Malcolm has a heart attack

And then Dani starts singing and he’s a goner because he’s only ever hear her sing old songs from the 30s to 50s and there’s something powerful and sensual about her singing punk rock music. He’s not ready for it

JT teases the hell out of him, but he soon shuts up when Dani and Dinah bring Tally into the mix. Edrisa records the whole thing, as well as Malcolm and JT’s expressions. Gil ends up using it to keep Malcolm and JT from doing anything too outrageous

Grandma Eliana would sing old jazz and méringue songs to Dani and her sisters when they were little so Dani ended up with the habit of singing them absently whenever she’s focused on a task, usually when she’s doing her hair

Dani grew up listening to songs from the 30s, 40s, and 50s due to grandma Eliana always playing her extensive vinyl collection. She didn’t really get to listen to modern music until she was in middle school 

In addition to jazz and swing, Dani’s surprisingly good at disco. It didn’t help that her dad often played Boney M and Earth Wind and Fire during her childhood

She used to joke that the Powell family is decades behind in their taste in music. Dani doesn’t listen to many modern songs, but she likes singing along to Yonce as well as Janelle Monae songs like Electric Lady and Sally Ride

Make Me Feel becomes Dani and Dinah’s bi anthem 

Malcolm once caught her singing and he keeps trying to catch her again. He’s lucky to listen for five seconds before she kicks him out of the bathroom

Dani’s a bit of a tea expert thanks to grandma Eliana, who taught her many different ways of making tea. Other than Earl Grey, Dani’s favourites include grandma Eliana’s ginger tea and pomegranate tea

And I’m not just saying that last one because I saw tags about a Brightwell Hades and Persephone AU

She loves tea flavoured desserts as well. She often gets a glazed Earl Grey donut for breakfast on Monday mornings when she needs a little pick me up

She changes up the glaze depending on her mood. Lavender for when she’s stressed, balsamic and pomegranate for when she’s in a good mood, blueberry for when she’s irritated or stuck on a case, brown butter for when she’s tired, and caramel with blood orange zest for when she’s ready punch a dick

In the summer, she loves Thai iced tea popsicles and matcha green tea popsicles dipped in chocolate

Dani isn’t as big of a coffee drinker as she is a tea drinker, but if she has to have coffee, it’s always a cinnamon mocha with a shot of espresso 

She can cook, but because of her schedule, she mostly sticks with quick to make dishes like grilled cheese and spaghetti. She likes spicing things up though, thanks to growing up with her dad and grandma’s cooking 

Every Hanukkah, Dani always gets roped into preparing the desserts with Zipporah since her dad, grandma, and oldest sister are in charge of cooking. Dani’s the first to admit that she’s not a cook, but she’s gotten good at making sweets, even if she doesn’t always have the patience for it. Eight nights a year is her limit

Malcolm as a foodie bemoans this and his trying to broaden her food choices slowly becomes a thing 

The look of horror on his face when he sees her chow down on a double beef bacon mushroom burger, poutine, chocolate pecan pie and a strawberry milkshake in one sitting is priceless

And Dani loves seafood, especially shellfish which Malcolm can’t have because it gives him hives 

Dani was a bit of a trouble maker in elementary school, but for good reason. She stuck gum in a classmate’s hair because she stole her favourite scratch and sniff stickers and lied about it. And she once kicked a football player where the sun don’t shine because he was being a dick to her

She dressed like Kimberly Hart from the Power Rangers movie in high school, though she did have a goth phase for about two weeks in freshman year. She was trying to channel Wednesday Addams. She was definitely a bit of a rebel style wise. Malcolm was most definitely a nerd

Ironically, Dani’s the one with poor eyesight. She only wears glasses if there’s no more contacts and they’re a chunky pair that’s similar to Edrisa’s glasses

Dani does have some secret nerdy traits, she knows how to code thanks to her sister Naomie going to coding camp for five consecutive summers 

And like Kay, Dani has some artistic tendencies too. She grew up with outdoor art programs that encouraged her to paint 

She’s fluent in French. She, her sisters, and their paternal cousins went to a bilingual language school thanks to grandma Eliana’s influence

Dani also did competitive figure skating as a kid. She actually made it to the Junior Grand Prix finals. She got silver

There’s recordings of her competition routines on YouTube somewhere and she actually goes undercover as a figure skater for a case. Gil acts as her coach because he actually used to skate as well

She also did some cross training in ballet as well since her godmother is a well known ballerina turned dance teacher. There are a lot of pics of Dani in her early teens of her in a leotard and tights with curls escaping her ballet bun

She has an old injury that often acts up when the weather is cold. She broke her leg pretty badly in high school due to an accident in gym class. She got knocked off the balance beam when they were doing gymnastics and had to be rushed to the hospital for surgery 

She prefers horror and thrillers to action movies, but she likes period pieces too. Belle is a recent favourite of hers

Dani likes Star Trek because her dad is the biggest sci-fi nerd and it was a big part of her childhood. She also grew up as a fan of Eartha Kitt because of him after he made her watch 1960s Batman reruns with him

As a result, she wanted to name her first kid after Eartha. She eventually nicknames her first daughter Kit because of this

Dani actually introduced Tally to JT. They were roommates in college (Dani majored in social work while Tally studied chemistry) and they went to the same synagogue 

Tally designated Dani as godmother after she and JT had twin girls. She was the sandeket at Noa and Miri’s simchat bat  

She practices Krav Maga, she and Dinah both learned it in high school, though Dani always says that Dinah had more of a natural talent for it 

Dinah also did kickboxing and gymnastics and Dani ended up tagging along her lessons. She doubled as a coach and sparring partner 

She and her sisters dressed up as magical girls for Halloween when they were little and the new Charm reboot is like reliving their childhood

She wraps her hair for sleep with funny and colourful scarves that Naomie always gives as gag gifts, a tradition that started when they were preteens 

She’s dyslexic, but she wasn’t diagnosed until middle school. She had difficulty memorizing things so she got into a habit of carrying a recorder with her. She also has her phone and computer set to dyslexia friendly fonts and listens to a lot of audio books

It’s also the reason she sometimes makes mistakes when she’s dancing. She sometimes mixes up left and right

She also had trouble learning French at first because of this 

Dani can hold her liquor, but after four drinks, she becomes a giggly drunk who randomly speaks French and sings 90s rock songs

She also suddenly gains a sweet tooth when sober Dani doesn’t usually go for sweets. Luckily Malcolm has a few lollipops stashed away for when this happens

Dani did a brief modelling stint back in college to help out her cousin, who was in fashion school at the time. She mostly modelled for women’s wear and book covers. She even posed for a couple of historical romance covers 

Malcolm may have accidentally come across it thanks to his mom. Jessica might have been a little smug when she told him to fetch the book from where she left it. The look on his face was priceless

Dani ends up recreating a cover for a case. Edrisa makes Malcolm pose with her. She takes so many pictures

Given that Malcolm has Sunshine, it’s ironic that Dani owns a cat. It’s a mischievous black cat named Shuri and she loves climbing things, especially Malcolm

[missnxthingg]

Peter’s 18th Birthday - The Girl

Warnings: Endgame spoilers, even if I don’t feel like I should warn anyone anymore. Come on, it’s been two months. And also, a lot of cuteness as always.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Words: 2040

AN: Close to the end, and I’m glad how much attention it received with only two chapters. And I’m only opening a taglist now, but if you wanna be tagged on the last chapter of this fanfic or any of my other imagines, please add yourself to this taglist.

CHAPTER ONE - THE LETTER | CHAPTER TWO - THE FAMILY

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“Y/N! What are you doing here?” Peter asked approaching the girl standing in front of him.

“May invited me, and frankly Pete, did you really think you were not going to invite me to your 18th birthday party?” She said, arching her eyebrows.

“I thought your were mad at me.” He said looking down to his shoes and she touched his cheek, caressing it with her thumb and making him look at her eyes.

“I understand now that you needed some time to put yourself back together, but you could have at least warned me before leaving to Europe for a month.” She said and he nodded.

“I’m really sorry, and I don’t even know how to apologize for not inviting you today.”

“It’s okay.” She smiled at him and he looked down to her suitcase, holding a gift box over it.

“What is it?” He asked curious about the medium-sized blue box with some details in red.

“Oh, I tried to make you something, it’s really nothing.” She took the gift in her hands, looking down to it and Peter smiled.

“You didn’t need to get me something. You’re the best gift you could ever give to me.” He blushed and she did too. So she gave him the box and he walked to the front porch and sat down at the bench. She sat next to him, fingers dancing around her skirt, until he held it and smiled at you. “Stop being so nervous about it.”

“How do you know I’m nervous?”

“I know you like the palm of my hand.” He said and she pushed him into opening the box. There were a bunch of chocolates and a shirt with a nerdy joke in it. But there was also a small notebook. A white one, with a big spider drawn at its cover. “Did you draw this?”

“Yes.” She said blushing and he sighed.

“It’s really good.”

So he opened it up to find a bunch of pages with lots of pictures and drawings in it. He knew how much she loved photography and drawing, but he couldn’t imagine how much time she spent doing all of that. It was all covered of pictures of the both of them, or just of Peter. Some of them he wasn’t even looking at the camera, and some of them, he was doing a funny face to her. But almost in all of those they were together, you could feel the heart eyes coming from both of them. There were also some pictures of Spiderman. Some she took while he was patrolling and she was resting at her building’s rooftop and taking some pictures and others were just from when he got home to see her. It always came with a small poem or phrase, or maybe a song lyric, and sometimes between some of her doodles. 

“Did you like it?” She asked and he gazed her with the look that always made her feel like home.

“It’s the most beautiful thing anyone has ever done to me.” He said and she hugged his arm and rested her head at his shoulder. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too Pete.”

They stayed in silence for a while. Peter’s fingers played with Y/N’s hands. She closed her eyes to feel the moment she craved to much for a while now. No matter how many time they would spend apart, or whatever they had a fight about, the moment they found each other’s arms, all was forgotten and suddenly okay. This happens since they were little kids playing at May’s apartment in Queens, and still happens to this very day. This was one of those times, and they wanted to take advantage of the time they didn’t see each other.

“How is your birthday so far?”

“Heartwarming, I guess. Pepper gave me his car.” He pointed the black car in front of them and Y/N smiled.

“It’s a nice one. You’re gonna take me in proper rides right now. Those who I won’t be scared of falling from your arms.” They laughed and she held him tighter.

“You’re right. I can be the nice guy with a car now.” He said and packed the gift again. Peter got up and offered Y/N his hand. “Come on.”

“Where are we going?”

“Somewhere private. I feel like people are coming very soon and I wanna have a moment with you.” So she took his hand and he drove her to his bedroom. It was a small and nice one, but still, Tony took the opportunity to make him a bedroom in case he’d come back.

“It’s nice in here.” She said and he pulled her to bed, lying on his chest while his arms where all around her body, cuddling and settling her into a comfortable hug.

“I needed a hug from you more than anything today.” He said, letting a tear drop again. “Oh, Y/N. It’s been so hard.”

“I know.” She said and felt his arms tight more around her. His chin rested on the top of her head and he just kept crying. “But he loves you Peter. Remember when May told us that day you couldn’t even get out of bed. She told us that he used to visit her a lot to make sure she was alright, and that she could also see the pain in his eyes. I’ve never met him, but I know for a fact that he died loving you, and he, somehow, still does.”

“How do you always know what I’m talking about?”

“I just know… And also, you look as down as you were back when you returned from the war.”

“He wrote me a letter.” He stroked her hair and she closed her eyes for a while, feeling his fingers slowly running through it. “Saying he was proud of me and wishing me a happy birthday. And while I was driving that car, I could feel his presence. Like, somehow I could hear him instructing me on how to drive the car. And all I wanted was to tell him one time that I love him.”

“He doesn’t need to hear you say it. He already knew it.” She said and cleaned a tear from his cheek.

“Anyway. I knew something was missing. I guess it was him, but it was also you. All I wished was that you were there to hold me while I was reading it.”

“I’m sorry for not being there.”

“You’re here now.” They stayed in silence for a couple of seconds. Peter left a bunch of kisses at the top of her head. “I’m sorry for going away Y/N, I really am. I didn’t mean to push myself away from you. And I’m sorry for leaving with MJ and Ned, also for not telling you I would. I’m sorry for also not being there when you turned into dust. I’m sorry for all of those times you were alone and I wasn’t there.”

“You don’t need to be sorry about anything. I should be the one apologizing for being so selfish. What kind of friend was I for not understanding that you needed space. I’m so sorry Pete.” She locked her eyes on his and he got her hair behind her ear.

“I don’t wanna go through this again, so I have to tell you something that I’ve been willing to tell you for a long time now. Like, since we met, I’ve felt this, but never told you such a thing. I love you, and I think it’s the most truthful love I’ve ever felt in my entire life. You’re the love of my life, and even if you don’t feel the same, if I lose you before even telling you all of this, I would never forgive myself.”

“You’re not losing me Peter. I’m gonna stay right here by your side, like I’ve always been, since day one, even when we were apart, even when we were dead. You’re my true love and I love you so much. And it hurts so bad to see you like this.”

She sat on bed, starting to feel the urge of crying to see him so bad. He also sat, facing her and did not waste one more second and kissed her. It’s been a long time since they last did it. Y/N remembers it like it happened yesterday. She kept replaying it on her head every night he was away. He stood on her firescape, holding her waist close to his while she played with his face. He was kissing her goodbye, before he left to his own bedroom to stay there and demolish himself in sadness. They had a fight that night, but once they were in each other’s arms, everything was fine again for a while. That kiss was painful. This one is loving. It heated their frozen hearts in a few seconds, till they melted again. His hands explored her back and her fingers rolled on his curls, trying to pull him closer, if that was possible somehow. When they went out of air, they just glued their foreheads, mixing breaths and sharing smiles.

“Are you alright, love?” She asked and he kissed you again.

“I’m always alright when I’m with you.”  She smiled and brushed her lips on his.

“You have to be the nicest guy in the universe.”

“I guess I am, darling.” He kissed her again for a short period of time. “I love you, thank you for being here.”

“I love you too Pete.” She kissed him again, this time non-stop. They didn’t feel like it anyway.

He laid her in his bed and got on top of her. They were killing whatever was killing them, that odd feeling of sadness now fulfilled with love and happiness. They could only feel each other in that moment, until Peter felt something else. Someone touching his legs, who could not be Y/N, since she had both hands on his hair.

“Pete?” A kid voice asked and he quickly pushed Y/N away.

“Morgan, hi. What have I told you about knocking?” He asked sitting down at the bed and pulling the little girl to sit at his lap.

“I knocked, you didn’t respond. Aunt May is looking for you.”

“Tell her I’m with Y/N and that I’m coming.” Peter told her and she looked at the girl sat by his side.

“Is that Y/N?” Morgan asked and Peter nodded, agreeing with the girl. “Is she your girlfriend?”

“I don’t know. Would you be happy if she was my girlfriend?”

“Yes, she’s pretty.” Morgan replied and Y/N smiled at her. “Hi, I’m Morgan Stark. I’m Peter’s sister.”

“Hey Morgan, I’m Y/N Y/L/N. It’s very nice to meet you.”

“Are you Pete’s girlfriend?” She asked and Y/N looked at him smiling.

“Only if he wants to.” She said and Morgan looked at the boy that was holding her.

“I’ve never wanted something so much like this.” He smiled at her and she opened her smile even more. “Mo, go ahead and tell May I’m coming. It will only take a couple of more minutes, okay?”

“Don’t keep her waiting. And also, I wanna swim at the lake today.” Morgan said getting out of his laps and directing herself to the door.

“I will Mo, I promised.” He closed the door behind her and Y/N came to hug him from behind. 

“I was being serious.” She said and he turned to face her.

“So was I. But I wanted to ask you in a special way.” He said and she slightly laughed.

“This was way too special for me.” He kissed her again, feeling the warmth travel through both of their bodies. “Now let’s go, or May’s gonna kill both of us.”

“Yeah, I don’t wanna end up like that.” She said and held his hand.

“Ready to meet the family?” He asked and she kissed him one last time.

“Of course I am.”

“Could you please stop kissing me? I have to concentrate, damn.” He said making you both laugh.

“Oh, we’re gonna have so much fun Parker.”