#they get ghost sandwiches after helping a very sad ghost get their headphones back or something

[lutheban]

@obscurelesbianartist this was supposed to be just a quick sketch because the mental image was super cute but I got a bit carried away😅lmao

[hyperfixdccoms]

The Start (1)

The Flame Within The Ice

'You need to always remember that the powers we go to are meant to be hidden away. No one should ever know about them, no matter what. Grimoire, do you hear me?!'

' Grimoire baby, you know why I called you Grimoire? In our family tree, we had witches who worked to gain the powerful book of the summoning spirits called the Grimoire a long time ago. While you are not the book, we have a special connection toward the beyond. We do not practice the craft, but we have been passed down powers from our ancestors. We carry the fire that burns throw our vain and the Ice that helps us calculate every move. We are special. You are special, Grim.'

' Grimoire Im sorry it has to be like this. We, I can't keep on protecting you like this. You will end up dead. I'll leave you here where you are safe with Viena.'

" Grimoire, It's time to get up!" Yelled a prominent voice that sounded like a middle-aged woman. It was relatively early in the morning. The people that were up at this time were ready to leave home, kissing their spouse goodbye and their kids, and good luck at school. Children waking up at this time, getting ready with their book bags, and eating their breakfast remains to catch the bus.

" Dammit, this child. Grimoire Vi llan, Get your damm ass up before I do something. You won't even see it coming." The women shouted again. After a few minutes, a five-foot-six androgynous-looking teen came downstairs. " Grim, you can't keep on doing this. I got work, and I have bills to pay."  The women complain, rushing around the kitchen still not looking at the teen. When she turned around, she noticed the rather ghostly pale-looking skin from the teen.  She sighed, giving Grimoire a sad smile. " I made you your favorite pancake pb&j." She said, trying to get a reaction from the teen.

Not moving from his place, Grimoire chewed on his lips, picking on the skin of his nails. His long wavy hair was hidden under a crochet beanie that he had done in his free time. The average height teen wore a thin black long-sleeved shirt with a soft blue crocheted vest on. His pants were just some regular vintage denim jeans with some classic black Chuck Taylor shoes.

Grimoire shifted from one leg to another with his weight. His bag resting wine red canvas backpack rest on his left shoulder. He felt uncomfortable with the silence. Thankfully, His aunt Viena didn't ask any questions but gave him a comforting hug, but to him, it felt like that night he was tensed. " You look just like your mother and your father. It's almost surreal. They would be so proud to see you grown up like this." Viena was the sister of Grimoire's father. She was always there, and when his parent died from the accident, she took him in with open arms.  

" Morie, I know you don't think you can trust in yourself. But it is not your fault. Thorn and Golgotha Would never fault you for something you can't control yet." Viena said, cupping Grimoire's face. Viena lost in Grimoire's eyes the same eyes as her big brother's icy blue and fiery red eyes.  Viena held herself from shedding a tear. Lucky to hear the alarm of the bus coming soon rang, she cleared her throat and gave her nephew a smile. "I'll pack you your pancake. You should be ready. If you are missing something, go get it." Viena said, going to pack the pancake in a sandwich bag and putting it inside a paper bag. Viena came back to Grimoire, who was standing at the doorsteps. She handed Grimoire his paper bag and said her goodbyes. Viena stood at the doorstep, seeing her brother's baby walking away.

Grimoire took out some gloves his father had given him to help maintain his power from spiking out. Of course, his body emitted different temperatures, and he could easily adjust to any temperature. It was pretty gray outside, even for an early morning. The fallen dead leaf scattered around the neighborhood made it even more unsettling like always. Grimoire turned on his headphones, turning on his walkman playing the first song suggested Sowing Season by Brand New.

The soft guitar filling up his ears and the words filling his mind. His mind being transported to a reality of tranquility and peace. Grimoire closed his eyes, breathing in deep the clean air that cleansed his revolting mind. His right hand resting on his backpack band while his left hand is inside his pants pocket. Mumbling some words from the lyrics, he opened his eyes to see himself getting closer to the school bus stop.

Grimoire's eyes landed on the teenager he sees every day. The girl had pale skin, her hair colors dark purple. She seems to use the same outfit or at least the same shade of clothes every day. Ultimately Grimoire has come to an unspoken agreement with the girl. The two were outcasts, laughed at, and if anybody did something to stop it, they would get hurt.  In conclusion, the two stuck a bit together if they could, like in the school bus sitting together, in class, if they could.

When the bus arrived, it was already packed with other students. Grimoire let the girl in first. He followed right behind, seeing the mess of a bus it was. He took a seat next to the girl keeping his distance yet close enough to not fall out of the uncomfortable love seat. The girl leaned on the window, looking out it was comfortable, nobody talking well except the kids from the back. Every time Grimoire turned to give the girl a side look, he couldn't help but admire her despite the shit she had to take in school. She doesn't flatter behind. She just keeps ongoing. The silence was pleasant until one of the kids teased us got between us from the chair behind.

"Boo!" The boy laughed, leaning close to the girl. "Come on. What are you hiding from?" He asked rather intrusively. He turned to look at Grimoire with a smirk " How about you? Are you some type of cult?" Grimoire could hear his buddies laughing, not really trying to play it off.

"You don't have to be shy with me." The boy said mockingly, leaning toward the girl said. Grimoire chewed on the inside of his cheek. He slowly reached to grab the girl's hand, squeezing it lightly to reassure her that it would be over soon. " I like freaks." He said, leaning closer to the girl. Grimoire could feel the girl squeezing his hand back as she turned her head away from the creep leaning toward her. "No? Well, maybe you would take the offer." The boy said with a sly tone, leaning toward Grimoire, who tilted his head down to avoid looking at the harasser.

Before the boy to lean any closer, a kid from the front with blond hair turned back, and with courage and tiredness, he said, " Leave them alone, Kyle." The attention from the three was brought to the blond boy named Matt. It was rare to see somebody trying to stand up for any of us. Matt was a student and part of the football team. "Don't you have a touchdown or something to throw, Matt?" Kyle said like it was a big insult or something. Matt stood up from his seat, facing toward the three of them. " Just leave them alone, asshole."

Grimoire and the girl looked rather worried that something could break out just because of them.  "Before I make you." The two boys stood front to front from each other. The tiny walkway didn't help create space. Kyle shoved Matt backward " Maybe you should take a seat." Kyle said with a smirk. Of course, Matt wouldn't back down repeating Kyle's shove but with a bit more force. The kids had their eyes on the two boys, who were now throwing punches at each other. Some kids were encouraging the fight. Grimoire let a shaken breath out while the girl looked at the two fightings wanting to do something to help the fight stop. "Sit back down! Both of you! Now!" The bus driver yelled as he drove. The two boys pulled away, panting hard while glaring at each other. The rowdy kids encouraging the fight were disappointed the two had stopped fighting.

When the two broke apart before Kyle sat down, he menacingly leaned toward us. "Sluts" He said, very pronounced. Kyle turned away to sit on his seat. The girl turned to look out to the window while Grimoire sighed, taking his hand away from the girl's hand. His head lowered in humiliation.

Grimoire and the girl got out together when they got to school, walking inside the school building. The two had a locker on the opposite side of the hallways.  Grimoire stuffed his book into his locker, seeing a picture of his parent on the locker's door. He felt a wave of guilt, sadness, and anger. He didn't understand why couldn't he had been born without these powers. Why couldn't he be like his aunt, as his mom? Normal. Grimoire turns to the side as he heads his bus companion speak up, " Uh.Matt.Thanks for..."  The group of boys just bypass her with no second look. The girl turns to look up at Grimoire. He could only offer her a small ghost smile before she turned away.

He sighs, closing his locker. The girl had come to his side of the locker before offering him a small smile. She took Grimoire's hand " Thank you for sticking with me." She said shyly. Grimoire felt his heart race avoiding her face finding his shoes much more interesting. " No problem." He let out in a whisper. "Rachel. My name is Rachel Roth. Im sure you heard it from the teachers, but. I think a bit of a formal introduction is better." The girl now named Rachel introduced herself. Grimoire's eyes slowly scan from bottom to top Rachel, who was holding his mitted hand. " Grimoire. Grimoire Vi llan. Nice to meet you, Rachel Roth."  Grimoire returned the gesture of politeness. His voice, airy yet melodious, reached Rachel's ears, who had a faint blush on growing.

The bell brought them out from the special moment. What they didn't know is that from there, nothing would be the same.

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[boyfriend-cal]

Part Two

Read part one here, this is a continuation of that! This is post far from home (minus that first end credit scene) so spoilers for that if you haven’t seen it.

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You think maybe losing your best friend would’ve been a little easier if you didn’t have to see him every day. After trying for days on end to get your parents to let you play hooky, you gave up and dealt with it. 

Peter avoided looking at you in any way possible. You understood, but it still hurt. You wished it all could’ve been different. 

You hear the bell above the door to the sandwich shop you work at ding as you walk in. MJ is already behind the counter. She became your coworker after the infamous summer school trip that you didn’t get to go on. You’d heard that Ned and Betty had a fleeting fling, but Peter and MJ’s was supposed to last. It didn’t. Within two weeks of being back, they reverted to being friends and MJ never really talked about it much. You didn’t meet Peter until after they’d broken up, but over the summer is when you two became closer friends than any of the group. 

MJ could tell you weren’t in a perfect mood from the moment you walked in. She’d been helping Peter with a project for the two weeks that it had been since the accident, so her shifts and time with you had been scarce. “Hey Y/N. It’s been slow today.”

You laugh,” In the ten minutes you’ve been here?”

“Yeah, I was dying without you. I had to make two whole sandwiches.” You roll your eyes as you lift the gate to step behind the counter. You set your bag down and then tie your apron over your head. 

The shop is empty, and you try to refrain from asking her about Peter. The two of you not being linked by the hip wasn’t unnoticed by anyone, but he wouldn’t talk to Ned or MJ about it. You busy yourself by cleaning the countertop and replacing containers of things that don’t necessarily need to be replaced. MJ sits on the counter and watches you.

“Come on, spill the beans. What’s going on between you and Parker?” 

Your body tenses, and it’s a good thing you aren’t facing her. Does she know? You definitely can’t say anything and risk her finding out because of you. That would make this whole situation even worse. 

“Nothing, we just haven’t had time to hang out lately.” You shut the freezer and open the bread racks to make sure everything is organized.

“Pete told me you two had a fight, but I want specifics. I’ve never seen you two apart this much, and I don’t like it.” MJ hops off the counter and pulls your shoulder, so you have to face her. The door to the bread racks shuts behind you.

“Well the reason we fought is that I said something I shouldn’t have and I can’t give you specifics because then I’d just be doing it again. Drop it. He doesn’t trust me anymore, I don’t know if we’ll ever be friends again.” You turn around again, but you’re just facing a bread rack. You can’t really get around her without looking at her. 

“Did you find out that he’s...” In the reflection of the glass, you see her look around the empty shop,” Spider-Man?”

You turn around as fast as you can. “You knew?”

MJ realizes that you might be a little upset that she knows, but she’s good at hiding what she thinks with her facial expressions. “Yeah, a lot of things went down on our summer trip, and I figured it out. Is that how you found out? He’s not very good at hiding it, but he’s very protective of his identity, so I’m sure he flipped out.”

“Not exactly. Spider-Man walked me home after a night shift, and when we got to my apartment, he said “Goodnight, Y/N” and then told me he went to our school but not to tell anyone or look for him. I told Peter and Peter was mad because I could’ve told anyone else and if he weren’t Spider-Man, it would’ve been bad. I get that I betrayed his trust, so I can’t do anything about it. Nothing would make it better besides showing him I’m trustworthy over time, but he won’t even look at me.” You fiddle with your hands because you feel sad all over again. You’d cried the whole walk home after that night. You screamed into your pillow at yourself for being such an idiot. 

MJ sighs and then resumes her spot on the counter. It’s a good thing you two don’t have any customers because that’s probably a health violation. “Peter had a lot of shit go down in Europe, and he was still working through it when we got home. Hallucinations and a lot of stuff that I can’t really explain.” 

“God, I’m so tired of hearing about this summer trip that no one will tell me anything about. It’s like it never happened, but it’s the main source of most of my problems, apparently.” You don’t mean to get angry that fast, but Michelle doesn’t look surprised or mad at you for lashing out. 

“To get his side, you’ll have to ask him.” She shrugs.

“I can’t do that if he’s not speaking to me. Come on, MJ.” You whine. You’d tried to text Peter a couple of times, but it was clear he didn’t want to respond.

“Aaron said I didn’t have to come in tonight because we wouldn’t be busy, I just came to get the scoop. Looks like I gotta go.” MJ smiles sarcastically and hops off of her perch. You open your mouth to protest, but she waves as she’s walking out the door. Classic MJ.

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The entrance to the shop swings open, rattling the bell with it. Laughter follows, catching your attention. You set your computer to the side and stand up, finally looking at your newest customers. The laughter stops and the shop falls dead silent as you realize its Peter and Ned.

“Hey Y/N.” Ned is cheerful despite Peter looking like he’s seen a ghost.

“Hey, Ned. What can I get for you?” You pull some gloves from a cabinet at your knees and start to slide them over your hands with Peter finally speaks.

“I-Is MJ h-here?” He’s got his backpack slung over just one shoulder, but both hands are gripping the single strap.

“No, went home early because we weren’t busy. Did you need her? I could call her.” You offer, and then you feel stupid because you offered too much to a boy that has ignored you for two weeks.

“I’ll call her in a bit, that’s okay. She’s the one who told us to come by, that’s all.”

You recognize immediately what MJ has done. She set this up. You nod and don’t say anything else to Peter until you’re finished with Ned's sandwich and have to make his. When they’re both done, you push them across the counter and smile.

“They’re both on me, don’t worry about it.” 

“W-What? No. You don’t have to- Won’t y-you be short on supplies at closing?” Peter looks around, there’s not anyone else in there, and he assumes you’ve only had a couple of customers total today. A little bit makes a difference on slow days.

“I can tell Aaron I needed one for lunch tomorrow. I’ll be fine. It’s not a big deal, I promise.” Your cheeks heat up because you’ve wanted to talk to him for two weeks and now you feel awkward in his presence. 

“Okay... If you insist. Thank you.” Peter awkwardly nudges Ned, and they shuffle outside. You sigh. An hour until you get to go home. 

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Walking home alone again. It feels oddly familiar. You think about the last night shift you’d walked alone from, the night before you opened your big mouth and everything went wrong. The night before you ruined your relationship with your best friend. You thought you could get over it, but then exchanging a few words with him tonight made you want things to go back to normal.

This time, you did put your headphones into your ears. You didn’t feel like being alert tonight. You wanted to get home and go to sleep. Your emotions were all over the place. 

A tap on your shoulder scares you back to reality. You spin on your heel and are faced with Spider-Man. Once again. Your sadness turns to annoyance.

“In the suit? Really, Peter? I’m not talking to you like that.” You turn back around and keep walking. After a few steps, you don’t hear anyone walking with you, so you assume he’s gone. You pop your headphones back in and continue on your way. 

Another two blocks and you’re stopped in the middle of the sidewalk by a sweaty Peter Parker skidding out of an alleyway right in front of you. He’s dressed in the same clothes you saw him in at work earlier. They’re a little crooked as if he’d just finished putting them on. Peter’s shoulders are rising and falling rapidly from his heavy breathing, but his eyes soften as soon as he sees you.

“Y/N. I was hoping we could talk.” Peter coughs.

“Okay.” You nod but keep walking. It doesn’t take long for him to catch up to you.

“So I realize that even though we got really close this summer, I never explained what happened in Europe because you felt like a fresh start. You didn’t know anything about it, so I wanted to try and forget it, but then everything happened, and it dug up a lot of emotions that I put away.” You stop walking to listen. That way, you can make eye contact to let him know you’re paying attention. Peter was getting visibly upset just thinking about whatever it is he’s about to tell you.

You reach forward and take one of his hands. “We can talk about it at my house, so it’s more private if you want.” 

Peter nods, and you’re about to let go of his hand, but he grips tighter. A fire ignites in your stomach, and the flames are tickling your lungs. It’s like the cliche butterfly feeling but more intense. You’re only another block away from your apartment, and soon you two are safely inside, both sitting with your legs crossed and facing each other on the bed. 

“So you probably heard about all of the Mysterio stuff. He had drones, and he really messed with my head. He used projectors to create environments around me that I couldn’t get out of. Some of them were easy to spot as fake, but every feeling that came with them was real. He’d pretend to be someone else to get information out of me, and he walked me into a moving train to kill me.” A shiver runs through Peter’s body, and you reach forward to take both of his hands. You wanted to comfort him in every way you knew how.

He takes in a deep breath to try and compose himself. You take a moment to take in the boy that is your best friend. He’s just that. A boy. A boy who went through so much that you’d never been able to guess. Sure, you saw the news about the crazy storm monsters, but there are obviously things that don’t make it to the press.

“Long story short, I was blamed, beaten, betrayed, and more. Obviously, with Tony Stark as my mentor, I’ve seen what kind of trauma can come with being a superhero. I thought I could avoid it, but that was a big reason MJ, and I fell apart so quickly. I was still grieving Mr. Stark while also trying to comprehend everything that happened to me, and then I met you. You weren’t a reminder of what happened. I didn’t see Mysterio with his hands around your neck hanging off of the Eiffel tower like I did MJ. I should’ve known it was going to catch up with me.” Peter’s voice cracks near the end, and now you’re crying with him.

“Pete, I am so sorry all of this happened to you.” You walk on your knees until you’re sitting beside him. Your hand rubs up and down his back.

“It’s just... Since Mysterio messed with my head, there was a little bit where I thought trusting someone was the scariest thing because I put my trust in him and he completely turned it around on me. I guess when I heard you tell me about Spider-Man I panicked. I know you’re not him, and I know you’d never do that to me, but I couldn’t help that my brain automatically came to that conclusion. And I’m the one that’s sorry for it. Yeah, it could’ve been horrible if you’d told anyone else, but we’re lucky it was just me. It wasn’t near as bad as it could’ve been. I hope you’ll forgive me.” 

You want to lay your head on his shoulder, so you do with little hesitation. Peter seems to relax instantly.

“You don’t have to apologize for things you can’t control, Pete. I understand. I’m sorry you went through it and that I couldn’t help before.” 

Peter shifts so he’s turned toward you a little more. You feel his arms wrap around you in a hug. “I r-really missed you over these l-last two weeks, Y/N.”

“I really missed you too, Peter.”

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An Academic Love Story- Part One

Steve Rogers x Reader x Tony Stark

Summary- Due to renovations to the liberal arts building at Shield University history Professor Steve Rogers office has been placed in the engineering department, where he learns that if he want to listen to recordings of Howard Stark, he better use some fucking headphones! 

Message- Here’s my submission for @after-avenging-hours‘s writing challenge. My category was Professor AU! 

Word Count- 888

“Did you take my socket wrench?” You ask.

“Hmm?” Tony asks, looking over at you.

“Where is your head at today, my love?” You ask, walking over to Tony’s desk.

“When I went to use the bathroom earlier I-I heard my Dads voice, coming from the room across the hall.” Tony murmurs, staring toward the door.

“Howard dead.” You say, running your fingers through Tony’s hair.

“I know.” Tony sighs.

“We missed lunch, how about I go down to the sandwich cart and grab us some food.” You say.

“Alright.” Tony mumbles as you kiss his cheek. Then you walk out of the lab and start to walk towards the elevator, but that’s when you hear it.

Howard Starks voice.

You had never met him, but you had seen enough videos of your father-in-law to recognize his voice. You decide to follow it and you end up in front of a door to an office that had been left unused over the past year, but if rumors where to be believed, several members of the history department recently moved in while their new offices where under construction. You stand there for a minute while you decide on your course of action, then you hear the volume being turned up and you just rip the door open.

“Can I help you?” A blond man asks.

“Is that Howard Stark?”

“I’m sorry?” He asks.

“Are you listening to Howard Stark?” You ask.

“Oh! Yeah, it’s from a senate hearing. It’s actually really facinat-.”

“Get some head phones?”

“Oh, was it to loud, I’m sorry.” He says, staring to blush.

“You should be.” You say, before turning to leave the room. You head back to your lab, forgetting about the sandwiches.

“Hey, where’s lunch?” Tony asks.

“Shit.” You say. “I’ll go get them now.”

“It’s fine, we’ll just grab something when we head home.”

“Alright.” You say. “You’re not crazy, just so you know.”

“What?” Tony asks.

“You did hear Howards voice, some history professor was listening to a recording of him.”

“Eww, a fanboy.” Tony says, scrunching up his nose in disgust.

“Yeah.” You sigh. “I told him to get some headphones, so we won’t be hearing Howard’s voice again anytime soon.”

“Thank you, darling.” Tony says, you go to say respond, but before you can the fire alarm goes off. “Huh, wasn’t my fault, that’s probably a first.”

“It was probably Bruce.” You say.

“Yeah, probably.” Tony says as he takes his hand in yours, then he leads you towards the door and out into the hall. The two of you make your way out of the building, and over towards a small group of you friends and colleagues.

“I’m so sorry.” Bruce says as he goes to stand next to you.

“I mean, we’re literally out here every other week because of me, sooo I’m probably the one person you don’t have to apologize to.” Tony says.

“So it’s an actual fire?” You ask.

“A small one, but yeah.” Bruce says.

“Who new physics could be so explosive.” You say.

“Rhodey and I were working on a new type of rocket fuel.” Bruce says.

“Where is my favorite former lab partner?” Tony asks, looking around the small cluster of people.

“He’s explaining what happened to the liberal art Professors.” Bruce says, before pointing him out.

“Oh look, he’s talking to our resident fanboy.” You say.

“Woah, he’s hot.” Tony says.

“Your wife is literally standing right next to you.” Bruce says.

“I mean, he’s not wrong.” You say, shrugging your shoulders.

“I can’t believe you yelled at him” Tony says.

“He made you sad.” You say, before kissing your husbands check.

“Unknowingly.”

“Still.” You say. “I’m very protective of you, my love.”

“Gross.” Bruce says, before walking away.

**Steve’s POV**

“Can I ask you a question?” Steve says, looking at Rhodey.

“About the rocket fuel?” Rhodey asks.

“No-uh-I had a kind of confusing interaction with a member of the engineering department and I was wondering if you could shed some light on what I did wrong.”

“I mean, I can try.” Rhodey says. “Do you know their name?”

“No, but she’s right there, holding hands with the guy who has a goatee.”

“Y/N? What happened, she’s usually nice-well unless you piss off Tony.”  Rhodey says. “Did you piss off Tony?”

“I mean I don’t think I did. I-I’ve never even met him!” Steve says.

“Tell me what happened.” Rhodey says, crossing his arms.

“I was listening to some tapes for my research a-and she just burst into my office and asked me what I was listening to! When I told her she said to get some headphones and then she left!”

“What were you listening to?” Rhodey asks.

“A senate hearing.”

“About?” Rhodey asks.

“Howard Stark.” Steve answers.

“Oh.” Rhodey says. “You’re lucky you got off as easy as you did.”

“Does she have something against the Stark family? If she does she should probably find a new job, they’re the schools biggest donors!”

“She has something against Howard, not the Starks.” Rhodey explains.

“Care to explain that a bit more?” Steve asks.

“Not really.” Rhodey says. “You seem like a smart man, I’m sure you’ll figure it out all on your own.” He adds before walking away.

“Well that didn’t help at all.” Steve murmurs to himself. 

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