#though why not yea spider of Halloween too

[birdy-bird27]

Man. I don’t know what’s up with me this year but I haven’t been able to fully immerse Halloween. Have no costume yet. No pumpkin only watched one Halloween movie. I need something to pick up the mood wtf is this. At least there will be in box trick or treat

[jessiejunebug]

Hay Ride with Loki

Summary: Reader wants to go to a fall festival, but Loki is the only one home and she doesn’t want to go alone. Loki goes with her and they end up on a spooky hay ride. 

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: none, making out? lots of fluff

A/N: I have no idea why this took me so long but this was part of a writing challenge for @sourpatchkidsandacokecan​. My prompt was “That hay ride was a lot scarier than I thought it would be,” and I had so much fun writing it. I hope you all enjoy! 

Y/N was desperate to do something. Anything. While everyone else was out on a mission, Y/N was slowly going insane all alone in the Tower. Okay, not exactly alone. Loki wasn’t needed for this mission either.

She wondered if the others deliberately left him here alone with her. Tony and Nat knew about her crush on the Trickster. She thought she did a good job at hiding it, but well, Nat was an assassin, as well as her friend. It wasn’t that hard to get the confession out of her. Tony just happened to be walking by, when Y/N spouted out confession that was supposed to be for Nat’s ears only. Y/N and Nat both made him swear not to tell anyone else, especially Loki. Tony just smirked and walked away, mumbling quietly under his breath. As of yet, it did not seem like Tony blabbered to anyone else on the team, and for that, Y/N was grateful.

But once this mission came up, Tony was the first to suggest that Y/N and Loki stay behind, claiming that they were not needed. Loki was all too comfortable with the fact that he didn’t need to spend more time with the Avengers than necessary, but Y/N noticed the way Tony winked at her before they all boarded the Quinjet.

The team had been gone for most of the day already, and they said they would not be back until sometime tomorrow. The morning had slowly creeped by, leaving Y/N bored out of her mind with nothing to do. She tried reading for a while, but knowing that she was alone in the Tower with Loki did not ease her mind.

Loki had retreated back into his room, but Y/N was so bored, she dropped her book onto the table beside the couch and made her way to his room. Before she could lose her nerve, she knocked on the door, her heart pounding with nerves. She rolled back onto the balls of her feet, trying to seem composed when the door suddenly opened and a pair of blue eyes was staring down at her.

“Can I help you?” Loki questioned with a quirked brow.

“Hey! Yea, um… You see…” Y/N stuttered out before clearing her throat and looking him in the eye. “I’m bored and was thinking about going out and doing something and was wondering if you wanted to come with me?”

From Y/N’s side, it seemed like Loki didn’t mind her as much as he minded the other Avengers. He tried not to stay around them longer than necessary, but he was always polite and nice to Y/N. She hoped that meant that he was at least a little comfortable around her.

After her question, Loki stared down at Y/N for a moment, contemplating her proposal, before responding, “What did you have in mind?”

Y/N was surprised that he agreed so easily. “Well, I heard about a Halloween thing going on in Central Park this evening. There’s going to be pumpkins and apple cider and hay rides!” Y/N exclaimed excitedly, slightly bouncing up and down at the prospect of doing some fall activities before it got too unbearably cold.

Loki’s brows furrowed together in confusion. “Is that the Midgardian holiday Thor and the spider kid were telling me about? Where humans dress up and walk to stranger’s doors asking for candy?” he asked with a slight tilt of his head.

Y/N chuckled, “Yea, that’s the one. But there’s a little more to it than that. Anyway, this is just a little festival thing. People can go and eat some food and get some apple cider and go on a hay ride. They’re activities that you can basically only do in the fall, right around Halloween. I always go because it’s still warm enough to go outside and do things and I just love the way the trees look in the fall, and I like going with someone, but everyone is gone right now so…” Y/N rambled on before she realized how long she had been talking and quickly shut her mouth, glancing at Loki’s expression.

A small smile graced his thin lips and his eyes seemed to have a gleam to them that wasn’t normally there. He then nodded and waved his hand, making a long coat appear over his shoulders. “Then, let’s go.”

Y/N gaped at him. “Wait, really? You’ll come with me?”

Loki chuckled. “Well, you did ask me. And you said you do not like attending these events by yourself. Therefore, I’ll go with you,” he responded easily.

A large smile spread across her lips and she bounced up and down excitedly. “Yay! Thank you so much!” she squealed and turned to race to her room to get a jacket and a hat, just in case it got too cold.

After grabbing her things, she met Loki by the door and they headed out into the street together. They walked silently, but it was a comfortable silence.

After walking the few blocks to Central Park, Y/N’s features instantly brightened with excitement. Loki just watched her with a small smile.

Y/N didn’t know what to do first. There was so much there, that she had no idea where to even begin. Instead, she turned to Loki, who was looking around curiously.

“So, where do you want to start?” Y/N asked him with a smile. Loki turned to look down at her with a surprised look. “It is your first time, after all.” Y/N continued. “What do you want to experience first? Pumpkins? Warm apple cider? A hayride?”

Loki tilted his head in thought. “I am curious about this hay ride that you speak of.”

Y/N laughed before leading the way towards the station where they could board the ride. “You sit in the back of a trailer that a tractor pulls. The trailer is filled with hay bales to sit on and the tractor drives you through corn mazes and woods and things like that,” Y/N explained as she bought the tickets. As she was speaking to Loki, she failed to see the sign that notified people that there were a few jump scares on this hay ride.

Loki listened thoughtfully to her explanation and shook his head when she was done. “Midgardians are so weird. I’ll never understand it.” Y/N just laughed as the tractor pulled up and people starting climbing aboard.

Loki gracefully climbed up first and once he was on, turned around and put his hand out for Y/N. She looked at it, shocked for a moment, before reaching up and placing her hand in his own. Her belly fluttered at the contact of their hands, but she tried to push it down as Loki helped pull her up onto the trailer.

Once she was on board, Loki allowed her to pick where they sat. Y/N chose towards the back of the trailer, leaving the other families and couples to sit towards the front. Loki did not seem to mind her choice and sat down beside her on the hay bale.

When everyone was on board, tractor started up and lurched forward, causing Y/N to fall slightly into Loki’s shoulder. “Sorry! Sorry,” she mumbled out quickly and shifted away, looking out towards the trees as she felt her cheeks warm. She failed to notice Loki’s slight smile.

The tractor pulled them into a path in the woods. As it was in the evening, the sky was already getting darker, causing the shadows of the trees to look much more dramatic and the atmosphere was a little more ominous than normal. Y/N subtly shifted closer to Loki, hoping he wouldn’t notice.

As they got deeper into the woods, Y/N noticed that it was suddenly getting much foggier than it was earlier. As she glanced around, confused, she heard a shrill scream from one of the people towards the front of the ride. Her Avenger instincts kicked in and she was ready to jump up and head towards the noise, a large, fuzzy spider dropped down from somewhere above her in the trees.

This time, Y/N was the one to let out a loud squeak and she lurched closer to Loki, trying to get away from the spider and to seek his comfort. She buried her face into his shoulder and grabbed onto him for dear life. She felt his entire body tense up.

“Please get it away from me,” she whined in a tiny voice, too scared to look up.

After a silent moment, she felt Loki pull his arm from out under her and wrapped it around her body, pulling her closer into him.

“It wasn’t real, darling,” Loki said soothingly, while she could feel his thumb rubbing small circles on her shoulder. His words caused her to pause and look up.

Sure enough, the spider was a store-bought creation that had too much fake hair on it and it now looked comical. The large felt spider was dangling from the string that was connected to a branch somewhere above their heads.

Now, she felt stupid.

Y/N chuckled nervously. “Right, yea of course it’s not real. I knew that…” She felt rather than heard Loki’s small chuckle.

She then tried to pull herself out of Loki’s arms, now embarrassed with the entire situation, though she couldn’t deny how nice it felt to be in his arms. Her face a flushed mess, Y/N started to pull away from Loki, when a man in a hockey mask jumped out from behind a tree and yelled at the group, waving around a long knife.

Now that realized this was a scary hay ride, she knew the knife wasn’t real, but she still jumped and curled closer to Loki again. He didn’t complain.

Once the ride was past the guy in the mask, Y/N once again tried to extract herself from Loki’s warm embrace, but he tightened his hold on her and pulled her closer, angling his body towards her slightly, so that she could bury her face into his chest. “Perhaps you should wait until this ride is over, darling,” he murmured quietly into her hair.

Now Y/N was truly embarrassed. She started to struggle, trying to pull herself out of his arms. He must think she’s acting like a child. “No, it’s okay Loki, I’ll be okay,” she protested.

But Loki wasn’t human and his grip was something she could not break out of. He held his grip firm. “Perhaps you should wait until the ride is over, darling. I don’t want you to get scared again,” he murmured softly.

Y/N paused for a moment, mulling his words over, before realizing that this might be the only time she would be able to get this close to Loki. This might never happen again. So, with that thought in mind, she burrowed closer into Loki’s side, relishing the body contact.

For the rest of the ride, her head was tucked into Loki’s chest, his arm tightly holding her to him. Y/N closed her eyes, feeling calm and safe in his arms, his smell permeating through her senses. She didn’t know how to explain how he smelled, other than he smelled like Loki and she didn’t think she would ever have enough of it.

At a particularly large gust of wind, Y/N shivered, and she felt Loki pull her even closer, while his hand moved up and down her shoulder, trying to create some heat within her body. She was glad her face was buried in his chest, because her face was beet red from his little touches of affection.

She didn’t know how long the ride lasted, the only thing she knew was that she was content in Loki’s arms. She even blocked out the noises of surprise and fright from the passengers around her, feeling completely safe in his embrace.

Suddenly, the cart jerked to a stop and Loki leaned down to whisper, “It’s over now, Y/N. We can get off now.”

Y/N lifted her head up to look at him, but she didn’t realize how close their faces were. Their noses were almost touching. She looked into his eyes, trying to read the emotions that he normally kept so deep down and hidden. There was more expression in his blue eyes than she had even seen before. His eyes darted down to her lips for a moment, before meeting hers again. Before she could read his eyes, a loud voice called out, thanking them for coming and telling them to enjoy the rest of the festival.

The moment being broken, Y/N quickly pulled herself out of his arms and stood up, and headed towards the front of the trailer to get down.

Before she could, Loki vaulted over the side like it was nothing and met her at the steps, holding his hand out to help her down, as he did before. Y/N stared at him for a moment in shock, before smiling and ducking her head down so he wouldn’t see her blushing, and took his hand again, letting him help her down.

Once she was on solid ground again, she pulled her hand out of his and cleared her throat. “So, I’m sorry about that back there. That hay ride was a lot scarier than I thought it would be.”

Loki simply chuckled, “It’s quite alright. I didn’t mind.” He seemed surprised at his admission because he cleared his throat and looked away. “What did you want to do now?”

Y/N looked away, disappointed that the moment was over. She scanned the rest of the festival, biting her lip while contemplating what she thought Loki would enjoy.

A shuffling next to her caught her attention, but before she could turn and look over towards the sound, an arm grabbed her above her elbow and pulled, causing her to turn towards whoever grabbed her arm.

When she was pulled around, she barely had time to look into Loki’s blue eyes before his lips were on hers. Y/N froze as his cool lips softly brushed against hers, hesitant and soft.

Before she could respond, Loki pulled away and looked into her eyes, as if searching for something. Y/N’s lips were parted in surprise, and her cheeks were flushed, but she knew one thing. She definitely needed more than that.

Before Loki could find whatever he was looking for in her face, Y/N grabbed a fistful of his shirt and hauled his face back to hers, pressing her lips more firmly to his.

Loki let out a grunt of surprise, but before she knew it, his other arm came up to cradle her neck, his thumb brushing over her cheek tenderly. Y/N’s arm that was not still in Loki’s grip, reached back behind his head and weaved her fingers through his mess of hair, marveling at how soft and silky it was.

Loki then quickly pulled his lips away from hers so that their noses were still touching, and while holding her face still, he stared into her eyes questioningly, as if asking her if that was what she really wanted.

Y/N gave him a reassuring smile and a wide grin broke out across his face. She had never seen him look so happy.

With her confirmation that she wanted this, he pulled her back into him, pressing their lips together once again. Y/N smiled into the kiss and when she felt Loki’s tongue brush over her lips, she immediately granted him access, allowing him to deepen the kiss. As he delved further into her mouth, Y/N grabbed a fistful of his hair and tugged slightly, causing Loki to let out a low groan that she swallowed. It was the most amazing noise she had ever heard. The arm that was previously holding her in place by her elbow had wrapped itself around her wait and tugged her closer, so that her body was pressed up against his. Their lips moved in sync and Y/N swore that if she died right now, she would die happy.

The squeal of a child nearby made Y/N remember where they were and she reluctantly pulled her lips away from his. He tried to chase her lips with his, but she placed a hand on his chest, holding him back. “There are children around, Loki,” she said with a giggle.

“Maybe we should go somewhere more private then,” he responded, his voice huskier, than before. Y/N had to admit, he looked good with kiss-swollen lips.

Y/N smiled and nodded slightly. “We can go back to the Tower and watch a movie or something.”

Loki nodded before smirking, “I’m not sure how much of the movie we will pay attention to.”

Y/N blushed hard before chuckling. Loki intertwined his fingers with hers and started pulling her back in the direction of the Tower.

“Impatient, are we?” Y/N laughed as she tried to keep up with his long strides.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this,” he said over her shoulder, looking at her with a tender gaze.

Y/N smirked back at him. “You’re not the only one.”

At her admission, Loki started walking that much faster, practically dragging her back to the Tower.

Y/N put a movie on when they got back, but it was safe to say that they did not pay much attention to it. A heated make out session sounded much better anyway. They had to make up for lost time, after all.

[awkward-child-of-satan]

Criminally in Love

An analogical fic by yours truly

Logan and Virgil are roommates and dumb idiots (I know what I said) who are obviously in love but too oblivious to realize the feeling is mutual. Now let's rob them of their earthly possessions shall we?

Virgil is non binary with two different eye colors bc why not

Potential triggers : suffocation and attempted murder. (if I missed anything don't hesitate to lmk )

Enjoy!

It had been a quiet night at first. Two friends sat on opposite ends of the couch trying not to seem contemplative. The one on the right was a tall, calculating man with black squared glasses and hair that was tinted blue as a result of lost bet.The one on the right hair that was tinted blue as result of lost bet.If one were to look close, they would see purple hair and dark eyeshadow framing mismatched eyes.Eyes the person in question hated, but the man opposite of them could get lost in if given the chance.

 

Of course, he'd never admit it out loud. If he did, the whole place would go into chaos and comfortable nights like this would be lost. This was his only neutral. The only way to maintain his relationship with his best friend. He had to keep these thoughts to himself. He had to keep himself at arms length and watch what he said. It was overall exhausting, but ultimately worth it.

 

" Hey Lo?" His thoughts were interrupted by the figure to his right. He looked up at them and found both blue and green eyes staring up at him smiling softly.

 

"Yes Virgil?"

 

"I'm gonna head on up to bed, ok?"

 

"Of course, don't let me stop you. I'll see you in the morning then?"

 

"Yea, you will."

 

And just like that, Virgil stood up, stretched, and walked upstairs to their room down the hall from Logan's.

 

Seeing that there was nothing keeping him downstairs alone he decided that the best course of action would be to go to sleep himself. Standing up, he went and shut off the lights, making his way towards the stairs. As he walked up, step by step he couldn't help but feel as though something were off in his small, shared house. Mentally checking through everything he locked and shut off, he concluded that he was just tired and paranoid. All the more reason to get to bed, he thought, making his way up the stairs again.

 

Finally arriving at the top of the stairs, he was faced with a door brandishing a purple storm cloud and lightning. Logan smiled, thinking back on the day he helped Virgil paint the door. It may have taken 3 weeks of accidental peeks of bare skin, but Virgil found the door completely worth it, and that's all that Logan cared about.

 

Finally returning to the present, he gave a small knock on the door and entered upon hearing a small voice saying 'come in'. The room was painted all black with different Halloween decorations scattered around the room. (But it's the middle of March, why do you need so many bags of spider web? Because, Logan, it's my aesthetic.) He looked over at the Nightmare Before Christmas comforter and smiled, repeating a phrase he said every night.

 

"I'm going to head to bed myself, feel free to wake me up in case of anything."

 

To which Virgil giggled and said their reply:

 

"Why, would I do that when you clearly need your beauty sleep?"

 

Both friends laughed lightly and waved goodnight, not daring to break the tension. It was always like this. Every night. Everyday. All the time. It was as though they were trapped in a time vertex and every time they came close to confessing, it would start over. They were prisoners to their own feelings and insecurities. Forever in the friend zone, never to make a move. It was almost pathetic the way they let their fears control them. But it was all they had. And it's all they needed.

 

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It was a loud crash that awoke Logan a few hours later. He sat straight up and looked around, finding his room incredibly still. He closed his eyes and listened for anything unordinary. There was a muffled shuffling of feet coming from down the hall but Logan was unsure if it was actually Virgil or not. I'm sure there's no harm in finding out, he reasoned.

 

Crawling out of bed he noticed the bathroom window was opened and his anxiety had spiked. Virgil never opened windows in the middle of the night as it was too cold. Realization finally dawning on him, he ran to the next room, accidentally hitting something behind the door that let out a loud 'oomph'.

 

Quickly, he ran to the light switch and turned the light on, revealing two masked figures, one on the floor and the other on top of Virgil, holding a pillow over his face. Upon seeing the attempted murder, Logan ran over to the bed and pushed the black clad intruder off of Virgil and punched them square in the jaw. Attempting to keep them further away from Virgil as possible, he went over to the figure on the floor and attempted to restrain him. On the bed, Virgil let out a deep gasp, attempting to get as much air as possible. Finally catching their breath, they addressed their roommate on the floor

 

"Logan wha-"

 

"Virgil call the police, now!"

 

Scrabbling to get to the phone as soon as possible, they nearly tripped over the other intruder on the floor, hitting him on the head harder than intended. It was as though they were in a movie scene and everything around them was life or death, causing a spike in anxiety and urgency.

 

It was about another 20 minutes until the police arrived and took both intruders into custody. The two roommates on the other hand stood leaning on a police car, both giving their statements of the incident. Afterwards, both of them looked at each other, trying to figure out what to say next, the tension once again surfacing in their eyes. Surprisingly enough, it was Virgil who broke the silence.

 

"Uhm, thank you, for the uh-, well the-, um, for saving my life."

 

Logan nodded, "Are you alright?"

 

"Yeah I'm ok, although my throat does hurt. I'll be fine in the morning."

 

A new silence fell upon them. Logan, more frustrated now than before decided to be the first to speak this time.

 

"Are you going to be okay in your own room? I know you kind of had an unpleasant experience right now-"

 

"I'll be fine. I might just feel a bit uneasy after tonight, one never knows when they're about to be attacked." They said, their voice dropping low along with their head, attempting to avoid eye contact. Logan lifted their head to meet his, and looked at them in their beautiful eyes. Virgil held their breath, trying not to break the tension or the bubble,they should say, that both friends tried to maintain.

"I will always watch over you, this I swear Virgil. "

They let out a laugh that came out more like a huff, and looked down again before looking back at Logan's deep brown eyes.

"You really think I'm worth so much fuss?"

"Every bit of it, and more," he paused, hesitating before deciding to continue, "Virgil, you mean the moon to me, and I don't ever want to lose you. Every atom and molecule in my body screams out to you unlike anyone else I've ever known. At first I couldn't place the feeling since it hurt as much as it felt good, but I figured it out and," he paused again, trying to think rationally about it. But he couldn't continue to just stay friends with the smaller figure before him, so he had to say it.

"Virgil Storm, I believe that I've fallen head over heels in love with you, and I must certainly do not intend to get back up."

Both friends were silent, not knowing what to say. The bubble was finally broken and feelings were out in the open. Virgil looked down at their feet, tears forming in their eyes as they tried to figure out what was supposed to come next. Confusion and uncertainty filled their mind as they went through everything that could possibly go wrong. Yet for some reason, a voice in the back of their head told him to stop. That nothing will go wrong because they loved Logan too. The voice that said that just loving each other was enough for now, and that they could worry about everything else later because now they knew, Logan loved them too.

They looked up at Logan and saw the absolute great in his eyes after their long pause. Virgil couldn't help but feel bad but they knew that Logan understood that they needed the time to work through their feelings and come to the conclusion that they did. Thats why they work so well together, because Logan understood and Virgil took the precautions needed to understand everything that was going on. They smiled as they looked back into the dark chocolate swirls that were Logan's eyes and finally gave him the answer he was waiting for.

"Logan Crofters, I'm in love with you too, and I don't plan on doing anything to change that."

And with that, they cupped Logan's face, bringing it closer to them and put their foreheads together. The two of them stayed there for a while, closing their eyes and basking in the bliss of newfound love and cherishing the moment of just being there, and never being alone again.

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[moralesmilesanhour]

How about miles reaction to the reader wearing his suit/a replica as a halloween costume?

Sure!

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You'd slipped the suit into your backpack when Miles left to use the bathroom. You stole borrowed sweatshirts from his room all the time. Surely he wouldn't mind not having the costume for a bit; you never saw Miles wearing it. You zip your bag closed and settled on Miles' bed as he sat beside you.

He asked, "Need anything? I got snacks in the kitchen if you want." The guilt set in as you look into his face, awaiting an answer. "D-uh, no. No, I'm alright," you stumbled. Miles raised an eyebrow. If you stayed any longer he'd definitely find out.

Pretending to check your Apple watch, you blurt out, "It's getting late. I should prolly go home." Miles' brows furrowed. It was only 8:35. Still, he showed you to the door and kissed you goodnight, albeit hesitantly. As soon as the door shut behind you, you let out a groan and start the trek back home.

Meanwhile, Miles reached beneath his bed in search of his suit to hand-wash it (putting it in the hamper where his mother would find it was not an option). He was also racking his brain trying to figure out what was wrong. Was it something he said? Miles hung out with you less and less as his Spider-Man duties became more frequent. He always told you it was homework, all those AP classes...

Where was that damn suit?

Frustrated, Miles gave up and flopped onto his bed. Your phone buzzed with a text message. It was from him.

The text read, "You ok?" To hell with his kind, beautiful soul. Guilt dug a hole in your stomach again, but you ignored it, filling it up with pizza. You replied, "yea im ok, ily". You really did love him, though. Halloween was tomorrow night. After that, you could just return the costume, tell Miles the truth, and boom-- all would be well. Yeah, that was the plan.

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Grabbing your mini-backpack and a paper bag to store candy, you headed out in your totally-borrowed Spider-Man costume. Thankfully, you washed it the night before, so you wouldn't be walking around in sweat and what looked like baby powder. The mask was omitted from the costume to avoid being mistaken for the actual Spider-Man. You throw on a fleece sweater over the suit to prepare for the brisk autumn evening.

Miles was waiting outside with his mom, dressed as a beaker. Y'know, like the lab beakers. He wanted to be 'original'. You met the pair as you rounded the corner from your house.

"Hey Miles," you greeted him, chastely pecking him on the cheek. "Hi Mrs. Morales!" The woman smiles and waves at you. Unfortunately, Miles immediately recognized his own suit on your body. When Mrs. Morales' back was turned, he shot you That Look. The glare he gave you when he needed to talk to you later. You look at him quizzically, thinking it was your leaving early last night that set Miles off. He shakes his head dismissively and continues walking ahead of you.

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As your paper bags became heavier with trick-or-treat candy, you forgot all about the suit and thought Miles had too, until he calls you over after the 7th-or-so house.

"That's a very nice suit, [Y/N]!" Yikes. Sarcasm. Still trying to salvage the situation, you lie, "What, you think this is yours? I bought it at the costume store." Miles rolls his eyes. "You think I don't recognize my own spray paint?" Your eyes immediately dart towards the fingers of Miles' suit. Sure enough, the subtle drips of paint indicated his handiwork. Fuck.

Despite the frustration of having his stuff stolen, Miles was a little amused at how bad you were at lying. Smirking a little, he asks, "why would you wear my sweaty-ass costume outside, though? That's kinda dirty"-

"Whoah, I definitely washed it," you interrupted. A thief you were, unhygienic you were not! Miles cackles at your quick defense and wraps his arms around you, implying you were forgiven.

"Can I keep it?", you jokingly plead.

"Hell no!"

That's it! I super enjoyed Writing this :))

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Candy Corn Blues

Hey everyone here’s another one shot for Spooktober! It’s short and sweet (pun intended) hope you all enjoy it!

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Avenger!Female Reader

Ratings: PG 13 (Language, booze). All Fluff, already established relationship with Steve.

Words: 2,447

Summary: Why does everyone have to pick on Steve about his candy choices?

(Don’t own anything, except the reader. This was not endorsed by any candy companies. No beta either, so have fun finding mistakes. I’m sure there’s some.)

Candy Corn Blues

It was the second week in October when you arrived home from a mission with Steve. It had gone easy enough. Some minor cuts and bruises, but you returned to the Compound with the information you needed to stop a known terrorist from blowing up another building full of important people at another important gala in Washington. You’d care more if they hadn’t gotten so predictable lately. You were happy to do the job, but this mission was cutting into your favorite time of year. That bugged you.

You were entering the loud living area after a much needed shower, smile on your lips as you overheard your teammates continuing the discussion from earlier in the Quinjet.

“I’m telling you guys, Snickers is OBVIOUSLY the best Halloween candy.” Bucky rolled his eyes, sipping from his mug of coffee. How that man could drink that sludge this late was beyond you. But then again, it had been a pretty long night for all of you. And it’s not like alcohol would do anything to him. Sam remained firm in his opinion, shoulders tense as he stood his ground.

Tony scoffed, “Again you’re wrong Wilson, Reese’s pumpkins are by far the better candy for this time of year.” You high fived the man as you took the seat next to Steve on the overstuffed couch, giving him a quick peck before settling into his side, his arm going over your shoulders as if it had a mind of its own. “See? Y/N’s got the good sense to agree with me! Always knew you had good taste.”

“I see the debate is still in session.” You giggled as Steve fake groaned, leaning into you and resting his head on yours as you cuddled on the couch. You hadn’t really gotten a lot of time to each other the last couple weeks, the Avengers splitting up to help cover more ground on this terrorist situation. “I’ve missed you.”

The blonde man sighed into your hair, trying to ignore the scene behind him. “And I you Sweetheart.”

“Seriously Stark? Reese’s? Those taste like sawdust coated in those cheap chocolate candy melts and then left to rot for a year before they’re put on shelves.”

“Oddly descriptive Sam, “Nat pulled a face, reaching for a beer Thor was holding out for her. “Do I want to know just how you know what sawdust tastes like?”

“Har har, very funny. Just admit it, I’m right.”

“I have to disagree Samuel, I quite enjoy the taste of a Three Musketeers bar.” Thor shrugged, Bruce clicking his tongue between his teeth as he shook his head.

“Nah man, you guys are forgetting about Milky Ways!” Wanda nodded enthusiastically, not having said much most of the day, but you figured out pretty quickly she hadn’t actually eaten a lot of the candy that had been in the conversation.

It was Tony’s turn to make a face. “Banner those are almost as bad as Snickers. They might as well be sister-wives in the family of gross.”

“What about Sour Patch Kids! Ya’ll are sleeping on a classic!” You piped up from your position with your beau, the group collectively groaning and muttering “no”. “Well screw you too.”

“Hey we haven’t heard from Mr. Perfect teeth yet.” Tony jolted the man next to you out of his dozing mindset, a sheepish grin covering his face as he refused to speak. “What’s up Cap? Y/N got your tongue?”

“Crude Tony, but no. My favorite candy is none of your business.” You turned your head to look at him, swallowing his comment in your brain. You had no idea what his favorite candy was, not that he was a huge fan of sweets to begin with. You hadn’t even been dating that long, but you were certain you hadn’t asked him. “Don’t look at me like that Y/N, I’m not telling you.”

“Oh come on darling,” You cooed, trying to bait an answer out of him. “It can’t be that horrible. I’ll keep the big bad Stark away from you if it’s Snickers.” You rubbed his large forearm soothingly, the man’s face turning a slight shade of pink as he took a deep breath.

“Alright,” he sighed out the breath as if it was his death warrant, shutting his eyes to avoid everyone else’s as they waited. “It’s chicken feed.”

Your face was priceless. “Uh, what?”

“Sorry, it hasn’t been called that for awhile now I guess,” He chuckled, “Candy corn. I really love candy corn.”

The chorus of “WHAT?” and “THE FUCK ROGERS?” was deafening, Steve’s jaw tensing as he kept his eyes shut.

“Jesus Steve I know they didn’t have much back in the forties but my man, some things you can leave in the past. I wish they had left those travesties back in the eighteen-eighties.” Sam groaned out, Bucky laughing at his friend’s miserable features as Tony fake gagged.

“For once we agree Sam. Candy corn is the absolute worst thing to happen to this world since the black plague.”

“It’s just so…basic! Bland! There’s nothing to it! It’s like they made all of it back in nineteen twelve and have just been selling that one batch this whole time!”

“Pretty sure dirt has more flavor to it.”

Your face tensed as the men continued to berate your boyfriend’s choice, your hand coming over his to squeeze it gently. You knew he would shrug it off, but it still managed to get under your skin, even if they were right. “I’m sorry I asked, I don’t know how you can eat that stuff.”

“It reminds me of a simpler time. I mean there wasn’t tons of great tasting candy that was cheap back then. My ma always managed to get her hands on some and it’s just another way to remember her.” Your heart swelled as he smiled at you, blinking his eyes open. “I know it isn’t incredible, but I don’t need a bunch of ingredients or gimmicks. It’s just candy.”

“You’re sweet enough as is Rogers, I promise you that.” You muttered, watching his smile widen as he gave you another cavity inducing kiss.

Another two weeks went by in a flash, before you knew it Steve was leaving with Bucky, Sam, and Nat to go take out the terrorist. You had elected to stay behind with Tony, not feeling up to the adventure and it was going to be over too quick anyway. You had been nice enough to send him pictures of candy corn on the thirtieth, as it was the national day for it. He was quick to rub it in Sam’s face. Snickers didn’t have a holiday after all. You didn’t want to be parted from Steve, but you also didn’t want to risk missing movie night. Especially when Nat, Pepper, and you had all decorated the Tower in scary lights and creatures. Hell, Steve didn’t even want you to miss that, knowing this was your thing.

So they went to catch the bad guys while you, Pepper, Tony, and Peter Parker all sat crunched together on the sofa, watching everything from Hocus Pocus to Saw. You laughed when Pepper and Peter clung to each other, you and Tony egging on the classic slashers and cheering when teenagers met their end in terrifyingly awful and supremely dated ways.

“Holy shit!” You jumped, quickly dissipating into laughter as FRIDAY announced the team had stopped the terrorist, your heart rate calming at hearing everyone was fine and would be back tomorrow night after a meeting with the president. You opened the text window on your phone, smiling as Steve had sent you a picture of him with the team, all carving pumpkins in their hotel room a few hours later.

“Wish you were here Pumpkin.” The caption read, you snorting into your handful of popcorn, quick to take a picture of a woman mid scream on the T.V and sending it back with the attached text.

“You’re a real scream Sweetheart. See you soon.”

“Have a dreadfully good evening Doll.” Was in your window less than two seconds later. He was getting faster with his texting. Tony huffed a louder than needed “ahem”, drawing your eyes back to the T.V to watch Jamie Lee Curtis limp towards the safety of a closet.

“Man fashion sure has changed for the better hasn’t it Mister Stark?” Peter asked, the older man looking at him as if he was crazy. “What? You were alive in the seventies right?”

You and Pepper were in tears as the outraged Tony threw popcorn at the young man.

The next day you were helping Pepper take down the decorations in the tower, humming some Halloween tune to yourself as you placed the giant fake spiders and bats back in their correct boxes. The team would be back early morning tomorrow and you couldn’t wait to get some cuddle time with Steve. Tony had promised you two some R and R and you were going to have it. Even if the holidays were approaching like a bullet train. Picking up your phone you pressed the green icon next to your favorite Captain’s name, his voice coming in within a ring and a half.

“Hey Doll, you have a good night last night?”

“Yea, you? Looks like you were up to your hips in pumpkin guts.” You laughed, imagining him covered in the sticky substance.

“It was a lot of fun, you would have made it better though.”

You could feel the smile in his voice. “Well duh, this is me we’re talking about. I make everything better.”

“That you do. Going to go ransack all the stores of their Halloween clearance?” The blonde asked, frowning from his own position on the globe as yet another store didn’t carry his preferred candy. That was the fourth store. Had they stopped making it? “Hmm. This isn’t right.”

“You know me too well.” You smiled as Tony jingled the keys to his car at you, throwing you a pair of flats as you balanced the phone on your shoulder. “What’s not right?”

“I can’t find any candy corn. I was going to pick some up to hold me over til the Christmas kind comes out.”

“Awww poor baby.” You could hear Sam’s sarcasm from the other side of the line, stifling your own laughter as you got in the car. “I see they actually have sense here in Washington. Which is a big deal when you think about it.”

“Shaddup Sam,” Steve’s tone had a frustrated edge to it, and you were beginning to suspect that this was not the first comment Wilson had made during your boyfriend’s plight. “I can’t wait to see you , I’ll let you get to shopping. Tell Tony we’re gonna have pizza tomorrow so you don’t have it tonight.”

“But it’s Pizza Friday.” You complained weakly, knowing the older man was bound to throw a fit over a change in the routine.

“He’ll get over it. He likes you the most anyway, so he won’t be angry if you tell him.”

“Man you are so lucky you’re cute.” You muttered, Steve chuckling into the receiver.

“Don’t worry doll, I’ll make it up to you.” Your heart shuddered at his promise.

“You better. Sorry about your candy corn blues.”

“S’alright. Maybe you were right about me being sweet enough already.”

The two of you said your goodbyes and hung up, an idea popping into your head as you buckled your seat belt, admiring the leather of Tony's expensive car. You were even more excited to go shopping now, the billionaire almost looking worried as you bounced in your seat all the way to the first store.

The next day Steve and his team dragged their exhausted bodies from the Quinjet, the mission that took nearly a month to complete heavy on their minds as they decompressed from the stress.  The press event with the President had been worse. How that was possible none of them knew. To say they were happy to be home was an understatement. Rogers had actually dreamt of his bed the last couple nights, more specifically the woman who was in the bed. You hadn’t been dating for more than six months yet but he was already head first and heart deep in love with you. Everything you did was so effortless and gentle. You always thought of him, putting him and others before yourself. He admired your strength, as you didn’t need serum or powers to kick ass. He always had a weakness for powerful women though.

He didn’t bother turning on the light when he entered his room, stripping off his clothes and promptly passing out on his bed, taking note you weren’t there to greet him. Probably smart for you to sleep in your room, as it was nearly three in the morning.

He woke up to the biggest shock of his life.

The light streamed into his room like the sun had made it its own personal mission to make sure Steve would go blind. Standing up, he yawned, rubbing his eyes before they widened in surprise.

His room was crawling in candy corn. Containers and bags of it flooded his floor and chair next to his bed. There were even a couple of bags on his bed. How could he have slept through all of this? He must have been more tired than he thought. There was a pumpkin shaped container nearly overflowing with the sugary confection on his nightstand, little packets meant for trick or treaters hanging out of his shoes. A knock at his door startled the man, Steve carefully stepping over the obnoxiously bright orange bags on the floor as he opened the door.

You lowered a large pillow in the shape of his favorite treat, large grin on your face. “Morning. Do you think this will hold you over til Christmas?”

He laughed hard at that, pulling you into his arms as he kissed you breathless.

“Doll, you’re the absolute sweetest. Thank you.”

“Anytime Captain. Now as I recall you have some making up to do.” You whispered suggestively, Steve taking the hint and closing the door behind you, smile never leaving his eyes.

The End.

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20, 36 w/ Peter Parker? Love you and your fics!!💕

HALLOWEEN WRITING CHALLENGE!🎃day 5, word(s): beneath the maskprompt(s): 20: “Please don’t hurt me like this.” & 36: “I’m so in love with you.”a/n: very cute and i love you too (i also changed sum things and did only the 36 oops--)

Technically, dressing up for Halloween is for children, or so your mom had plainly put it, adding, of course, that if you wanted, let’s say, a costume for a party - that be a completely different conversation, and she’d be happy to help you pick something cute out. You, however, would rather wear your boring day to day clothes than dress up, because you know that you could not top the extravagant dresses and intense make-up other highschoolers flaunt. And so you sit. And wonder. And sip your drink. And watch people dance. And Liz’s party should be fun, it’s Halloween, there’s a full moon in the sky but damn, everything just feels so un-magical.

Shouldn’t Peter Parker be here though? Where is he?

A Spider-Man wanders into the room, in a sort of awkward step and you think he looks extremely familiar though who hides beneath the mask you are not yet certain. You take sip and decline another invitation to dance: first one was from a girl dressed as a fairy, and the second one was a boy dressed as a greaser. You glance back at the superhero - the only superhero at this party - and give him a small smile. He responds with an enthusiastic wave. He carefully maneuvers past the dancing couples, and when he’s within reach he leans in and says something though it’s absolutely inaudible and muffled.

“What?” You try to shout over the music; it does not help that you cannot see his lips, or eyes, or anything for that matter but a very poor homemade mask and suit. It is charming, though, in a sort of childish way. 

“I–mm….e!” Sadly, you here only snippets, and from his wild pointing at his chest you give a nod and a friendly smile.

“Yea! Spider-man! I’m a big fan of him too.” You assume the conversation will end now and he will give you a thumbs-up or ask you to dance or leave or anything but gently taking you hand and leading you out the dance floor and into a crowded hallway, before entering a quieter room with fewer people. You are not sure why you allowed him to do that. Something about him just screamed ‘friend’.

Finally, he lets go, turns to you, and yanks the mask off, revealing messy brown hair and loving brown eyes.

“Oh!” Your heart spurs in your chest along with the exclamation, “Peter! Hey, I didn’t recognize you.”

“I…noticed. It’s fine though, it’s fine. It was really loud there.”

“So…Spider-Man, huh?”

“Y-Yeah…You said you’re a…fan?”

You feel a blush creep onto your cheeks, “Oh! Well, yea, a bit…” You shrug, “You know, like…a completely normal amount. Uhm–”

“Yea, same, same… By the way your outfit is…–”

“–Plain?”

“Well I was…I mean…I was going to say it’s…nice, it’s really nice. Wearable. Wait, no, that���s not what I–”

You grin, “It’s fine, Peter. I understand. Thank you.”

He scratches the back of his head, shuffles from foot to foot, “Yea, hey, no sweat it. Wanna go get some candy?”

That Halloween night was the one and only time you saw a Spider-Man, and you deemed it a fantastic one. That isuntil some jackass decided to hijack a metro during Christmas shopping chaos, and you so happened to be one of those unlucky passengers juggling gifts for family and friends and relatives you haven’t seen since you were a baby. At first you thought it was nothing but technical issues or something along those lines but then a creature not entirely human showed up and all hell broke lose. Thankfully, New York’s very own superhero saved the day, and you, and your presents, and how you ended up in the cold city air with snowflakes tangled in your hair you don’t exactly remember. The alley is close enough to the street that if you really wanted to you could nick Spider-Man and run for your life. But you didn’t want to. Nor could you, really. You are shivering, and your legs feel like jello, and you are grasping those ridiculous gifts as if it’s your only grip to reality.

“...I...” You start, not really certain what you want to say. Thank you, would be the logical conclusion to this whole ordeal, but adrenaline is rushing through your veins and your heart is beating hard enough to burst and with a quick inhale you say, “I-Well-Actually I’m-I’m-I’m so in love with youplease don’t think I’m weird or anything I just-you just-you know-you sorta saved my cat and you probably don’t even remember but I’m like so thankful and well-thank you for also saving my life back there and I’m so sorry I’m still talking. I’ll shut up now.”

There is stunned silence for a moment and in that moment you think you’d rather still be trapped in that train rather than here. He says nothing, but steps forward, and your breath locks in your lungs when he gently lifts his mask up, revealing only the pretty shape of his lips. Familiar. Your eyes narrow. He leans in and kisses you on the cheek and just as quick as it happened he is already shooting web and running away.

His kiss burns your skin. A slow smile makes it’s way onto your face. You gingerly touch the spot. You can’t believe THE Spider-Man just KISSED you. With trembling fingers you quickly take your phone and text the first person that comes to mind.

(Name): OMG YOU WONT BELIEVE WHAT JUST HAPPENED!!!(Name): nearly died lol but thats not the point oh my god(Name): i met SPIDERMAN

Only when you entered the busy street did you get a reply.

Peter: You’ve met him before.

You stare at his message.

Peter: On Halloween B)

You sigh, roll your eyes, and type a reply.

(Name): yea no just met the real one but yours is good too

the end.

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Stark: An American Musical

So this is an idea I dreamed up a while ago: a series of loosely connected one-shots based on the songs from Hamilton. I have no explanation for it other than, like, it sounded fun? And I kinda want to rip your hearts out with It's Quiet Uptown. Pre-Endgame. Post CACW.

Track #1 // Anthony Stark

"Holy mother of—you bastard, orphan, son of a—good God that hurts," Rhodes hissed through through his teeth as Tony tightened the metal device around his leg.

"I thought cripples weren't supposed to feel pain," Tony said, feeling Rhodey's nails sink into his skin, "and didn't you go through special ops training? Shouldn't this feel like nothing to you?"

"You want to try it on and see how it feels?"

"If it means I get to be the one digging my ridiculously long fingernails into your arm, then maybe. Seriously buddy, when's the last time you trimmed these talons?"

Rhodes dug his nails in deeper.

"Fu—okay, that was uncalled for," he winced as he rubbed his arm, "and you know what else was uncalled for? The orphan comment. Little soon, don't you think?"

"It's been over thirty years."

Tony frowned, now working on tightening the device on the other leg.

"God I'm old. Which means you're even older. FRIDAY, remind me to look at nursing homes for my geriatric pal here later this week." He grinned as Rhodey narrowed his eyes and smacked him across the chest.

"Just because I'm a paraplegic doesn't mean I won't kick your ass Tony."

He just laughed. "Alright buddy, all done. How does that feel?"

His friend stood up and took a hesitant walk down the hallway.

"You know, I feel like I should write down the date, maybe put it in a scrapbook. Rhodey's first steps. This is such a proud father moment for me. It's exciting for you, too, of course, but mostly for me."

Rhodes rolled his eyes. The injury was still fresh, and he was still coming to terms with his decreased mobility. It was hard, for both of them, but they had hope.

Tony had been working on the contraption, forgetting to sleep at times, designing and creating in a guilt-ridden, coffee-driven haze. A smirk never failed to light up Tony's eyes, but Rhodey would never not notice the dark circles drooping just below. He knew better.

He also knew better than to try and tear Tony away from a project, especially one driven by the overwhelming sense of responsibility he never seemed to shake.

"Save the proud father moments for your protégé. Don't think I haven't seen the new models of his suit lying all over this complex while mine, I might add, is still parachute-less. Traitorous bastard."

Rhodes had slid carefully onto the floor, the act of walking taking a lot more energy now that his limbs were rather uncooperative. It killed Tony a little bit, to see his best friend drained from a task that had once been so menial. At least it was progress.

He wordlessly joined him on the ground.

"Actually, I think it was bastard, orphan, son-of-a-bitch," he corrected. "I think that'd be a good title for my autobiography. Maybe I'll write it on my headstone... actually, that's definitely what I want. Make a note of that for my funeral plans. And as long as we're making plans, I want you to give the eulogy."

If there was a look for 'you've finally crossed the threshold to insanity', it was emanating off of Rhodes right now.

"You must be out of your damn mind."

Tony feigned hurt, pressing his hand over the spot where his arc reactor used to rest.

"Why? Because you think you'll die first? Come on, I've got a death wish and, like, zero regard for danger. You live ten years longer than I do, minimum."

"I don't have a parachute."

"Exactly! You didn't even have a parachute and you're still a living, whining, pain in the ass."

He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. "Can't Pepper give the damn eulogy?"

Tony's face twisted exaggeratedly, like that was the most absurd comment he'd heard in his entire life.

"What, and put her through even more than she'd already have gone through? We both know I'm going to go out in spectacular, gut-wrenching fashion, don't tell me you'd actually make her get up there and give a whole speech after that. She'll have enough on her plate."

"Oh, so she'll be too emotionally vulnerable but, sure, let's make your best friend get up there and do it instead."

Tony's mouth pulled to the side of his face. "Careful, pal. I never fully committed to you being my best friend. I do live with Pepper, tell her all my dark, dirty secrets. You're easily a close second, though."

His eyes narrowed in a glare.

"You say something stupid like that again and I'll be the reason you're having a funeral."

"Rhodey, you know I love you both—just in different ways." A smirk was practically eating his face, but his friend was having none of it.

"Oh yeah? Who'd you give a suit to, Tony? I don't see Pepper up there kicking ass next to you."

"One—if I recall correctly, you stole the suit. Two—I'm pretty sure Pepper has killed at least half of the guys I've gone up against. And three—if we're basing friendships off of suits, as you mentioned earlier, then Peter Parker is my best friend... speaking of, he should be here any minute."

Tony lifted his watch to his face, the screen lighting up as he checked the time.

"Remind me again why the fifteen-year-old is always over here now?"

"He's helpful. He helped me design that," he pointed at the metal device Tony had been painfully tightening onto Rhodey's leg a few minutes earlier. "It's much more ergonomic than the last one."

Rhodes raised an eyebrow. "The kid helped you design this?"

"Don't doubt him, he's practically a genius—probably smarter than you."

He punched Tony in the arm.

"I went to M.I.T. too, remember? Degree in Aerospace Engineering? Give me some credit, man."

"Huh. See, I have vague memories of that, but I was busy having fun in college—,"

"You were busy destroying your liver."

"I was living out my glory days."

"Oh, trust me, there was nothing glorious about puking all over our bathroom every other weekend."

Tony pressed his lips together. "Yea... let's maybe not bring that up in front of Pete."

A look that Tony couldn't decipher passed Rhodey's face. "What exactly is the deal with you and this kid? Did some of that fun in college have some permanent, teenaged consequences?"

His friend had noticed several different trials of red and blue Spider-Man suits lying around for a few weeks now, but he hadn't questioned it because Tony had always outfitted the team and, well, the team was pretty sparse as of late.

Of course, Tony still had a new prototype for Captain America's shield in the works and some upgraded arrows for Clint lying around on a workbench somewhere, among other things.

He could only work on them for so long, though, before the gadgets just became glaring reminders of the faces that were now absent from the Compound.

Making suits for Spider-Man kept Tony busy. It made him feel productive. Worthwhile. He wasn't left with such an empty feeling in his chest.

Tony scoffed. "Jesus, Rhodey, he isn't mine. Thank God. I've already screwed with his life enough." He took his tinted glasses off and fiddled with them in his hands. "I just found the kid online, but no one was going to take him seriously in his homemade Halloween costume, so I gave him a little upgrade."

Rhodey might've believed that, if it weren't for the Midtown High sweatshirt draped across one of the couches or the newspaper clippings of the spandex-wearing superhero clandestinely taped to Tony's desk.

"That still doesn't explain why he's over here all the time."

"I was just going to give him the suit and let him go back to doing his own thing... but he managed to break all the security locks I set in a little over a week and then decided to single-handedly take on Sam Wilson's evil alter-ego."

"You gave a child genius a million-dollar toy and you didn't think he'd play with it?"

Tony turned to face him before deadpanning, "I don't have a lot of experience with teenagers, okay? It was stupid, I know, but I'm trying to make up for that by having him over here—letting him have a say in the design process and actually teaching him how to use it—because he has little regard for my built-in training protocols. And he's good help."

Rhodey was about to ask if Peter's more frequent visits had anything to do with the quiet silence that now haunted the compound whenever he or Pepper were out, but he was interrupted by one-hundred and forty-one pounds of pure excitement practically bounding out of the elevator.

"Mr. Stark! So there was this guy on the subway today who tried to swipe a phone from this other guy, and I saw the whole thing happen but I couldn't do anything about it because he was too far away and I couldn't squeeze through all the people, but—oh, h-hey Mr.—Mr. Col. Rhodes, Sir."

Tony looked amused.

"Pete, I'd like you to my best pal Mr. Col. Rhodes, also known as Rhodey, also known as War Machine... it is War Machine, right? We're officially over the Iron Patriot thing?"

He ignored Tony, pushing against his shoulder to stand up, before reaching out to shake Peter's hand.

"It's nice to meet you, Peter." He shot his attention over to the other man in the room. "And what happened to 'Pepper's my best friend', huh, Tony?"

Tony held out a hand to Peter, who obligingly helped him up to his feet, while maintaining eye contact with Rhodes.

"I mean, you are the one giving my eulogy."

"Am not."

"Rhodey, come on, you give the best speeches. Remember that one you gave in like 2009? At the White House? FRIDAY, play the speech."

"No. FRI—,"

"Playing Colonel Rhodes' Presidential Medal of Honor Introduction Speech."

Peter stood awkwardly in front of the two men, terribly confused, as a familiar voice rang out over the speakers in the compound.

"I've been asked over and over again if I ever suspected my best friend was a superhero. The answer to that is—I've always known that he was different, and not just because he's a hell of a lot smarter than the rest of us. He grew up in the legacy of Howard Stark. No one was surprised when he turned out to be a genius—at fifteen, they placed him in advanced classes at M.I.T-,"

"FRIDAY, mute."

"FRIDAY, override."

"...but there's more to Tony than just brilliance. He's a self-starter. The only thing standing between him and what he wants is himself. When he saw his future dripping down the drain in Afghanistan, brought to his knees by weapons his company he'd created, left with nothing but ruined pride—something new inside broke through. Anyone else might've been dead in a week but Tony—he wouldn't let himself go out like that."

"FRIDAY, stop."

"FRIDAY, don't even think about it."

"...he put a pencil to paper and with nothing more than some scrap metal and the help of a new friend he plotted his way out of hell. He overcame certain death in a cave, but he didn't stop with self-preservation. He rewrote the game in the defense private sector. He saved his own life and then he saved countless others, and because of him, the world will never be the same."

"FRIDAY—," Rhodes threatened.

Tony cut him off. "Oh, come on, this is the best part." The recording kept playing.

"I know you already know his name, but it is my honor to present the medal of honor to my best friend, Tony Stark... Or, as many of you may know him: Iron Man."

"FRIDAY, off," Rhodes said, and Tony finally didn't protest. "Tell me you don't keep that around just to boost your ego. You know I only did that because the President asked me to. It wasn't for you."

"You keep telling yourself that."

The two men kept bantering, but throughout it all, Peter was eerily quiet. It only took a few seconds of his silence for Tony to realize something was up.

"Hey Pete, you look like you swallowed a frog. Everything all right up there?" he asked, raising his hand to gently pat him on the head.

The kid shook as if coming out of a trance. "Yea—yea, everything... everything's fine, it's just... aren't eulogies, like, the things you say at funerals?"

Rhodey answered, "Yes, they are. See, Tony, he thinks it's weird too."

Peter still looked like he had gotten kicked in the shins.

"No... I mean yeah, kinda, but that's not—Mr. Stark... are you dying?"

Tony looked confused for a second before... oh.

"God, kid, no—I'm not dying. I was just trying to mess with Rhodey here, I didn't mean to—."

"Oh thank God," Peter said, visibly relaxing, "don't scare me like that."

Then, he did something that made Rhodey nearly slide to the floor. Again.

His deceptively small arms wrapped around Tony's torso, and Tony hesitated for half of a second before tentatively and quickly returning the gesture.

For a second, it was a picture-worthy moment. But the second passed and the moment came to an end as both parties seemed to realize instantaneously that they were crossing boundaries.

"Right," Tony coughed, "Peter, why don't you show Rhodey some of the new features you dreamed up. I'm going to go get... some coffee. Try not to talk his ear off, he's the only one who still sometimes listens to me around here."

James Rhodes had known Tony for what felt like an eternity. He fought with him. Trusted him. And if the situation ever arose, he would die for the damn fool.

But the man who exited the room as if the soles of his shoes had caught fire, a wisp of crimson warmth on his cheeks, looked like a new man entirely.

There were a million things he suddenly wanted to ask Tony, a million places to prod, and he couldn't wait to do exactly that after the boy returned to his apartment in Queens for the night.

Right now, though, the kid was showing him the new thrusters Tony had built into the heels of the devices.

"...and if you do this, then the repulsors activate—,"

Peter pressed a button, and the chorus of T.N.T. came blaring through the room as the repulsors sent Rhodey crashing into the wall behind him.

Tony sauntered back into the room, a cup of coffee in hand and a snort on his face as he surveyed the scene. A flustered Peter Parker tried to hold back a laugh as he attempted to help a cussing, high-ranking military official up from a muddled heap on the floor.

"Oh yea. There's a bit of a learning curve. You'll figure it out," he garbled, mouth stuffed with a muffin that he had hidden in his other hand, "For now... consider this recompense for the orphan comment." He clapped a hand on the boy's shoulder, ushering him toward the shop, his friend still lying in an annoyed mess on the ground.

He'd help him later, of course, but the look on Rhodey's face gave him a pure, childlike joy that few things could. If Rhodes kicked his ass later—paraplegia and all—it would have been worth it a hundred times over.

So he led a mildly concerned Peter Parker away, chuckling as his best friend's voice faded into the background.

"Don't you even think about walking away without teaching me how to use these things. Tony... Tony Stark you better not be walking away from me. Don't be a dick. Come back here, you heartless, pompous, snowflake... I know you know I'll get you back for this... quit acting like a teenaged punk... Anthony Stark!"

Tony laughed under his breath and kept walking. Rhodes always came up with the nicest things to call him.

[ask2d]

Gorillaz frontman 2D joins bassist Murdoc Niccals in an exclusive chat with fans online to answer their questions. 

Anonymous: What do you and your band mates do before a show?

Murdoc: I take a preshow shot and try to keep 2D from puking in the garbage can. It ruins the vocal cords, you know?

2D: I don’t ALWAYS puke in the garbage can, sometimes it’s in the toilets.

Anonymous: What are your favorite things to do with fans when you’re not playing shows?

Murdoc: I know this might sound a tad bit strange, given the context for when I last…did a radio show, but I’d rather fancy doing it again—the fans always seem to soak that rrrrigghhhttt up.

2D: I like doing stuff like this ‘cos they get to ask us whatever they want, it feels more personal I think. I wasn’t part of a lot of Murdoc’s pirate show since he kept me in the basement. A couple days weren’t bad, but most of ‘em were.

Murdoc: Want me to do it again, then?

2D gives Murdoc a look of confusion and slight concern.

2D: No.

Anonymous: I hear Muds is answering some questions with you! That’s pretty neat. :) Hmm, 2D, What’s the best/worst practical joke you’ve played on someone or that was played on you?

2D: One time Murdoc tipped off the bobbies and told ‘em I was the Zodiac Killer. I didn’t know what was happening at first but then they wouldn’t stop asking me questions for the next few weeks. They finally quit sometime after the SWAT team showed up, see, I think Murdoc had something to do with that too.

Murdoc clears his throat to mask a laugh.

Murdoc: I was just joshing, I thought maybe it was a good time to end it when the SWAT team showed up to take 2D away…

2D: I’m glad you didn’t let them. That was nice of you, they were scary.

Murdoc: I only didn’t let them in because I thought they were there for me.

Anonymous: alongside the album, 2D released copies of his song journal. it was very interesting seeing your process, 2D! could you elaborate on the images we see in it, and what you were feeling when you rewrote some lyrics in big text? murdoc, have the two of you gotten the chance to discuss the album with 2D?

2D taps the tips of his fingers together while his expression becomes more concentrated; he looks like he’s trying to remember something.

2D: Mmh, ya know, I think a lot of it was just me observing the world and things I seen in it. I do lots of scribbles to help me concentrate on what the subject is…I always get really distracted when I see a spider on the wall or think there’s a piece of pizza floating by my window.

Murdoc, being very blunt: The idiot couldn’t read his own lyrics, so he wrote them out bigger.

2D: This part is for me, Murdoc. I guess I just liked certains lines so I wanted to make ‘em stand out! I hope it worked.

Murdoc rolls his eyes.

2D: I actually played the album for him when he got home, ‘cos I wanted to see his reaction in person.

Murdoc shifts uncomfortably and tucks his hands underneath his armpits, while 2D bounces his leg out of nervous habit.

Murdoc: Yeah, we’ve talked about it and frankly, I’m glad something good could be made in my absence.

2D: When he said he liked it I got really shocked. With him being gone I taught myself how to be uh, a leader, and got to try being in the spotlight a lot. I liked it—for the most part. Sometimes the stage lights were too bright though. That sucked.

Niccals bites his tongue, holding something back before the next question.

Anonymous: How have things been since you returned home, Murdoc?

Murdoc: Just swell. I’ve been mostly in a comatose like state while I recover from my adventures in the mountains. Ah, but not for much longer! Gorillaz has got a hot new deal; we’re going to have our own tv show! 

2D: Yea, yea! Jamie, who directs all our videos, said he’s finally got some things under his belt.

@punpkin-314-pi: how was halloween/noodle’s birthday?

2D: Really good! I made her this playlist on Spotify and we ate her favorite Japanese candy while we watched a scary movie.

Murdoc: I made a special trip into Hell and got Noodle this cool hellfire lava lamp. She always talked about how she wanted one—or maybe she didn’t, I don’t remember.

@xxtimber-the-killerxx​: D, I don’t know what to do. I feel so alone. I just want to sit and sip my tea and play sombre music. Could I get some encouragement? I hate having to ask, but you’re my inspiration. 

2D: I love drinking tea and listening to music! Actually, I do that all the time. But it’s not a bad thing, yea? And ya see, I think that’s where you start to find that you’re not really ever alone. You’re not alone because someone will always have the same interests as you or even understand how you feel, or whatever! Sometimes, I think…I think it’s the simple things that can make us the happiest. And things don’t have to be complicated for you to enjoy it. 

Anonymous: uhhhhhhhhhhhh can i live with u guys???? also tell noodle i said hi pwease 

 Murdoc: No. 

2D immediately pulls out his cell phone and dials a number, waiting patiently as it rings. 

 2D: Hey—hey Noodle! I’m doing this interview with Murdoc and one of our fans wanted me, well us, to tell you hi. So…hi! 

Noodle, on the phone: Naze anata wa denwa shimashita ka? Watashi wa isogashī nda! Watashi wa kao no masuku o kite iruto watashi wa Katsu o nadete iru! Watashi o hottoite! Oh, Kon'nichiwa! 

“Why are you calling me? I’m busy! I’m wearing a face mask and petting Katsu! Leave me alone–oh, hi!!!”

 2D, silent for a moment: She said, uh…her and Katsu say hi. 

 Murdoc: I thought she said something about cutlets… 

 2D: Oh, I wanna talk about cutlets. 

Anonymous: for Murdoc and 2D: aaaaah can I kiss both of you, you guys are so cutteeee ❣️💋 

Murdoc: You’ll cream yourself 2D—am I allowed to say that? Will that be off the books? No? Yeah, alright, what I said still stands, and we don’t want you making an absolute buffoon of yourself right? 

 2D: …I’m not gonna jizz myself. 

Anonymous: Tell us a story from Jamaica!

2D: When did we go to Jamaica again?

Murdoc: Oh, oh! I’ve got one that will really get you rolling! I was wasted and it was blistering hot outside, right? Well-Well, there was this really friendly Jamaican man chatting 2D and me up and…er…uh…mmmgh…why don’t you take the reins, D?

2D: Uh…all I can recall is Murdoc talking about a freesome and getting his nipple twisted by the Jamaican guy.

Murdoc: Threesome. But, yes, that was uh…the highlights.

Murdoc: My face has a date with destiny, I’ll see you on the big screen, or I suppose, just bigger because I’ll be on the telly…and not the movie screen—you remember, our movie got scrapped. 

2D: Uhh, yea, whatever he just said. Thank you! Cheery-bye!

[ericshoney]

Chapter thirteen

As Luna steps into her slightly older twin's room she feels and looks confused at the three seniors in front of her. That doesn't worry her, what does is the bruises on her brother and the mess in his bedroom. She gently sits herself on his bed, looking up at the males.

''What's going on? Your all seniors right?'' Luna questions.

''Yeah. We're friends of your brother though.'' Jay answers.

''Right. Your not the reason Niki's hurt are you?'' She responds.

''No they're not. Actually they are the ones always making sure I don't get hurt. I just kinda pushed them away... like I did with all of you.'' Niki replies.

''Okay. So please tell me what's going on.'' Luna said, looking at each of the guys.

''What your about to hear, you may not believe. But I'm trusting you with this sis.'' Niki tells his sister quietly. She looks at him in confusion and nods.

''Okay... wait are you in a gang?'' Luna gasps making Jake chuckle.

''No. Just as dangerous without being the criminal.'' Jake answers. Luna nods.

''You know Spider-Man.'' Niki begins.

''Yeah course I do. Zaria and Sunoo are obsessed with him and actually Jungwon's been looking into him lately.'' Luna responds with a nod.

''He has? That's odd.'' Niki mumbles but a throat clears, he looks up to Sunghoon.

''Off track buddy.'' He mentions, making the younger nod.

''Right sorry. Well you know him a lot better than you think, because.... I'm Spider-Man.'' Niki finally admits, a weight slightly lifted off his chest.

''Your... Spider-Man?'' Luna repeats.

''Yeah.'' Niki replies.

''Like for real? No lies? Like your not dressing up as Spider-Man for Halloween?'' Luna questions quickly.

''Honestly Lu. I'm Spider-Man and these are Blue Jay, Wild Dog and Cold Prince.'' Niki replies, pointing to the three guests.

''Did I forget about to part where he reveals our secret identities too?'' Jake ask, a look of confusion clear on his face. Jay sighs and sits next to the younger female.

''Luna we're the ones protecting the city along with your brother. What he's done the last few weeks was stupid but he's just told you his biggest and most dangerous secret. You know who we really are too. Our job is to make sure your brother is safe. We're not lying to you.'' Jay speaks softly, as if he's speaking to his younger sister.

''Okay. I believe you. Is this why you've been sneaking out?'' Niki looks down and nods.

''Yeah. I'm sorry Lu but now you know. But you can't tell the others.'' He answers.

''I promise I won't.'' He looks up at his twin and smiles.

''We'll leave you too it, call us if you need anything.'' Niki and Luna both nod as the three elders leave, the twins sit on Niki's bed together.

''So your really Spider-Man?'' Luna asks once the older ones leave.

''Yeah. Have been for a good while now. You remember those thugs we ran into a like a month ago? I was going to use my powers then but the Hyungs showed up.'' Niki answers.

''Oh. So aside from them only I know?'' She calls making Niki nod.

''Yeah. Honestly I'm surprised I've hidden that I'm Spider-Man for so long now.'' Niki replies.

''Your Spider-Man!?''

Both twins turn to see Jungwon in the doorway, a look of shock on his face.

''Ah shit.'' Niki mumbles as Jungwon steps into the room.

''I knew it! I knew you was Spider-Man! It all make sense now!'' Jungwon exclaims.

''What does?'' Luna questions.

''A few weeks ago I saw this old lady being mugged outside Jin's store. I saved her as Spider-Man. But as I was going back into the store, Zaria, Sunoo and Jungwon caught me wanting a picture. But I don't get how you figured it out from that meeting.'' Niki answers, turning to Jungwon.

''Niki your voice was the first, even with a fake accent. Plus you threw your Niki peace sign. Remember me asking to take a picture inside. You did the same sign.'' Jungwon said.

''Okay Scooby Doo well solved.'' Niki mumbles.

''I won't tell anyone. Plus me knowing will help cover you and keep Lu spilling the beans.'' Jungwon mentions.

''I don't even like beans.'' Luna pouts.

''No Lu... never mind. You see what I mean?'' Jungwon turns to the elder twin.

''Yeah. Just don't tell anyone okay.'' Jungwon nods zipping his lips.

Niki smiled slightly hoping that he can trust his friend and sister, but deep down, Niki feels relieved two people know his secret.

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Wake Up, Sammy: Part 2

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader, a certain clown we all love to hate Word Count: 2,637 Warnings: Language, blood, clowns, being chased, and general anxiety inducing situations. AKA Sam is having a bad time. A/N: This is part two of my three part series that I wrote for @imaginesforthose-wholovefandoms Halloween Movie Night Challenge. If you haven’t caught up yet, part 1 is here. My movie prompt was IT, which is one of my favorite movies/books. This has been one of my favorite things to write lately, and I really hope you enjoy it as much as I have.

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The television clicked off and Y/N stared silently at it for a moment as Dean got up to throw away their beer bottles.

“Well, how’d you like it?” he asked as he tossed the bottles in the trash, the glass clinking against each other harshly.

“I mean, it was okay. Why did the clown turn into a spider though? That….that was weird.”

Dean shrugged, “You’d have to ask King. His books start out normal, and then BOOM! Weird supernatural ending with incredibly obvious religious overtones. The man has issues, but he’s a damn good writer.” He looked at his watch, “Sammy should have been back by now.”

“Maybe he met someone at the bar,” Y/N mumbled, suddenly regretting her decision not to go after him earlier.

Dean shook his head, “Nah, he was being too pouty. Also, he likes you too much. I don’t think that’s what happened.” He grabbed the Impala keys off the table, “Come on, there’s a roadhouse just down the block. Maybe he just tied one on and we can just throw him in the back of the car. Never could hold his liquor.”

Y/N slipped her shoes on and followed Dean out into the rain, “What if he’s not there?”

He rolled his eyes, “Of course he’ll be there. Where else would he go, it’s pouring the rain. I know my brother, Y/N. He’ll be there, pouting and glaring at a banana daiquiri or something.” He climbed into the car and Y/N slid in next to him, nervously chewing on her lip. “What?”

“I don’t know, something just feels weird. He always comes back.”

Dean sighed, “I know. He probably just lost track of time, is all. He’s fine.” Dean felt like he was trying to convince himself as well as Y/N. He sped out of the lot and towards the roadhouse they’d passed on the way in.

Y/N looked out the window and squinted as she tried to look past the rain for any sign of Sam. Just as Dean pulled into the roadhouse parking lot, she saw a woman standing at the edge of the road, just outside of the rows and rows of corn that bordered the shoulder. Her long, black hair went almost to her waist, and though it was strange that she was just standing there, what made it even more strange is that she appeared to be totally dry despite the downpour she was standing in. “Dean…”

“What?” He asked grumpily as he slammed the Impala into park and opened the door.

“Did you see that woman? Over on the shoulder, near the corn?”

Dean looked over his shoulder and frowned, “What woman? What are you talking about, there’s nothing there.”

Y/N looked over to find that the spot that had previously been inhabited by the inexplicably dry woman was now empty. “That’s weird,” she mumbled. Dean was already out of the car and jogging to the roadhouse entrance, so she hurried to catch up to him. He shook the water from his hair and looked around the bar, his attention mainly on the stools lining the wooden counter. There was no sign of Sam. Another sweep across the scattered tables and crowded dance floor confirmed his fear.

“He’s not here,” Dean mumbled as he rubbed a hand against his jaw in frustration.

“Maybe he’s in the bathroom…” Y/N trailed off, knowing that though it was possible, it was unlikely.

“Maybe.” Dean walked over to the bar and waved down the bartender. ‘Hey, have you seen a big dude, about yea high, needs a haircut?” Dean gestured a few inches above his head and gave the girl a hopeful look.

She frowned, “Yea, he and his date left without paying for their last round.”

Dean narrowed his eyes in confusion, “His date?” He glanced over at Y/N, who looked like she’d just been punched in the gut. “He was here with someone?”

The girl began wiping down the bar and straightening glasses as she went. “Not at first. He came in alone, but this chick came over and started talking to him. She ordered a round of shots, and then they disappeared.”

“Do you remember anything else? Did they do anything else, did you see where they went?” Y/N demanded. Dean reached over and gently grasped her shoulder to keep her in place.

The bartender rolled her eyes, “Listen, doll face, a lot of people come through here. Most of the time they come in alone and then leave with someone. It’s not my business, and I don’t care.” Y/N emitted what Dean could only describe as a growl and he tightened his grip on her arm, then shook his head at her when she finally looked at him.

He reached into his wallet, pulled out a worn bill, and slid it across the worn bar, “Are you sure you didn’t see what happened?”

The girl slowly picked up the money, looked at it for a moment, then pocketed it and shrugged, “She seemed more into it than he did, but he walked over and picked a song on the jukebox. He came back over, they did their shots, then they moseyed out to the dance floor. Last I saw him, he looked pretty out of it. Kinda seemed like she was the only thing holding him up. I got busy, that's the last thing I saw.”

Dean gave the girl a tight lipped smile, “Good, that's good. What'd she look like?” The bartender looked at him expectantly, but stayed quiet. Dean rolled his eyes, pulled out his wallet again, and slammed another bill on the counter.

“She had really long, black hair, pretty. She had nice teeth, which seems like a weird thing to notice, but they were like...teeth whitening commercial perfect. She was thin, had a tight dress on. She didn't really stand out that much, but she was decent looking.”

“Her hair...was it to her waist?” Y/N asked quietly.

“Yea, actually, it was.” The bartender snapped the gum she was chewing, “Anything else?”

Dean shook his head, “No. You’ve been a great help. Thanks a ton.” He grabbed Y/N’s arm and pulled her towards the door, “Why did her hair matter? What's wrong?”

Y/N looked at Dean with wide eyes, “I think we have a problem.”

Dean slammed the hotel room door shut and flung his jacket across one of the chairs, “What the hell is going on? Are you sure you saw someone standing out there?”

Y/N sat heavily on the end of one of the beds and sighed, “Yes, Dean, we've gone over this. She was next to the road, just on the edge of the cornfield, and she was dry as a bone. She looked exactly like what the bartender described.”

“This doesn't make any sense. Why would Sam leave with her? I guess it could be a woman in white, but he’s not unfaithful, he’s not done anything wrong…” Dean trailed off as his eyes landed on Sam’s bag sitting on the table. “Maybe he found something when he was researching earlier.” He flipped it open and began digging through it. “Bingo!” He pulled a worn notebook from Sam’s well organized books and papers and sat down next to Y/N on the bed. “Maybe he wrote something in here.” He began flipping through the pages and stopped when he came to the most recent entry. Sam’s neat handwriting filled the page, and Dean’s eyebrows furrowed as his eyes traveled down the page. “Dammit!” He slammed the cover shut and threw the journal onto the nightstand.

“What is it? Did he find something?”

Dean rubbed a hand across his eyes and sighed, “It’s a witch. A fuckin’ witch. I should have known, they always have to pull Jedi mind tricks and leave little hints. If they aren't spewing something disgusting at you, they're fuckin’ with your mind.” He stood abruptly and yanked his jacket off the chair.

“Where are we going?” Y/N quickly followed Dean outside as he stormed towards the car, the rain still coming down in sheets.

“He wrote down an address. I don't know if she's there, but if she is, I'm going to gank her ass.”

Y/N had barely shut the Impala’s door before Dean took off, gravel flying as he spun out into the night.

Sam woke slowly, squinting as his eyes tried to adjust to the dim light fighting its way through filthy windows. He groaned as he shifted his arm out from under him and sat up. The room was dirty and dilapidated, and for some reason it felt familiar as he carefully looked around. He was surprised to find that he was free to move, not tied up or chained to anything like he normally experienced when waking up in an unfamiliar place.

He stood and cautiously walked towards the front door, his eyes darting back and forth around the empty room in case something unpleasant decided to jump him. He made it to the front door unaccosted and was surprised to find it unlocked. He shoved it open and found himself standing on a rundown front porch that faced an empty street. The yard itself was closed in by a rusty, iron fence, some of its poles bent or missing. The grass was overgrown, and weeds cluttered what used to be flowerbeds along the fence line.

The house was at the end of a cul-de-sac, and the houses surrounding it didn’t look much better than the one he had just left. Something seemed off; the coloring of the houses and the street seemed yellowish. It reminded him of how the sky looked right before it stormed badly, and a memory began to tickle the deep parts of his mind, a vague feeling of why he felt like he'd seen this house before. His feet carried him down the steps and slowly down the cracked sidewalk. He was at the gate with his hand on the aged metal when a quick movement in the corner of his eye caught his attention.

He looked over to see a single red balloon. It was floating just above the ground, its white string trailing behind it as it bobbed down the road. “What the hell?” he muttered as he swung open the gate and walked towards it. Just as it lined up with where Sam was standing, it stopped right at his eye level. The balloon began to rotate, and as it turned Sam could see the white writing that stood out plainly against the solid red.

Hello, Sammy!

An arrow pointed down the street and, despite knowing that it was a bad choice, Sam followed. Soon, another balloon appeared. As he watched, it turned to reveal another message.

Wanna play a game?

The balloon turned and the arrow pointed down a different street. He paused, dread filling his gut as he looked back at the old house and realized why it was familiar. “29 Neibolt Street…” he whispered, unable to push down the fear that had begun to leave a bitter taste in the back of his  throat. His heart racing, he began walking in the direction that the second balloon pointed. He looked nervously around the seemingly abandoned neighborhood, looking for anyone or anything that would present a problem, but all he saw was another balloon as it bobbed down the street and stopped directly in front of him.

Run.

Sam narrowed his eyes in confusion, and before he could do anything, the balloon popped. Blood exploded in a bright crimson spray, covering Sam in a thin mist. Everything seemed to be in slow motion as he sputtered and blindly began to run down the street, veering off in random directions as balloons floated up and blocked his path. He slid to a stop as hundreds of red balloons swirled out of nowhere and surrounded him, their sides rubbing and squeaking as they cocooned him. Each balloon said the same thing.

Pennywise <3s Sam Winchester

Sam shook his head, his eyes wide, “No, there’s no way. Pennywise isn’t real. It’s a stupid movie character!” He began to hit the balloons away, but more began to fill in the gaps. As he fought to get through them, he saw a figure standing just outside the tornado of balloons, the familiar clown suit appearing in fleeting glimpses between the long white strings and rubbery wall that surrounded him.

“You aren’t real! This isn’t real!” Sam dropped to the ground and threw his arms over his head as the balloons dropped down tighter and tighter until he almost couldn’t breathe. “You aren’t real!” He shouted, and as suddenly as it began, the balloons disappeared. When he looked up, Pennywise was still standing in the street. He smiled at Sam, a toothy grin that looked sharp and dangerous. He wiggled his fingers at Sam, then produced a balloon and held it out.

“Oh, I’m real, Sammy. I’m right here. You can see me, kee-rect? That means I’m just as real as you.” He took a step forward, his arm still held out as he gestured to Sam, “Go ahead, Sammy boy, take it! I’ve got all kinds, all sizes and colors. Don’t you want to go to the circus, Sam? We’re all waiting for you. It’s time for you to do your job. It’s time for you to say yes.”

Sam stood slowly, his eyes on Pennywise as he took a step backwards, “What?”

Pennywise took two more steps and waved the balloon towards Sam, “It’s time to say yes, Sammy boy! You’ve got demon blood, dontcha? It’s time to play your part! Everyone has a job in the circus, and it’s time for you to claim yours.” Pennywise’s face disappeared, and in its place was Lucifer. “C’mon Sam, it’s time. Look, we’ve already made decorations to celebrate.” He let go of the balloon he’d been holding and it floated over to where Sam was still standing, turning as it got in front of him.

He said yes!

Sam began to back up quickly, “No...no, none of this is real. I’m not going to say yes...I can’t...no!” He turned and began to run, slipping as he hit the damp grass, then regained his footing and ran into the closest house. He slammed the door shut and slid down the rough wood, sobs hitching in his chest as he tried to catch his breath.

“Where am I?” he mumbled, his head resting against the door and his eyes closed. “How did I even get here?” He jumped, then scrambled away as something started to pound on the door he was leaning against, so hard that the glass in the windowpanes were shaking.

“C’mon kid! You know you want to. I can give ya anything you want! Do you want Jess back? What about your dear old mommy? Anything you want, it's yours! Sammy boy, you can have whatever you want, I just need your meat suit. I’ll take good care of it!” The pounding resumed and he bolted for the steps, taking them two at a time. He ran down the hall and skidded into what appeared to be a bedroom. He slammed the door shut and locked it, then threw himself into the farthest corner, and covered his ears with his hands.

“Pennywise isn’t real. That isn't Lucifer. They can’t hurt me. I’ll be okay.” The pounding stopped downstairs, but quickly resumed outside of the room Sam was hiding in.

“Dean….please….where are you?” he whispered, pressing his hands harder against his ears in a futile attempt to block out the godawful shrieks coming from the other side of the door.

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Captain Spiderman

A/N: A JJ piece inspired by @marvelfanlife‘s Winter Soldier / CM AU. This is just a day at home where JJ watches The Winter Soldier with Henry, when she’s pregnant with Michael. Also I don’t know if the movie coming out and Henry being around 7 (which is what I said) lines up, but I don’t care lol. 

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Being pregnant and keeping up with a six-nearly-seven year old was no easy task, but if anyone could do it and do it well, it was JJ. The pains in her stomach were becoming more intense every day; her and Will’s new little boy was growing day-by-day, and he was situated in her stomach in such a way that his head was pressing against her ribs - it was a good thing she already loved him to death. “Mom!” Henry screamed from his room, his voice already so different from the little man that splashed bubbles in her face in the bathtub. “Can we watch The Winter Soldier?”

“Of course, Henry,” she called back. Both Jack and Henry had been obsessed with seeing the movie. She and Aaron had taken them to see it in theaters numerous times. “Just get everything ready and let me make myself a sandwich. Your brother is hungry!” She laughed to herself as her stomach growled, loud enough so that when Henry ran out for a second, he heard it himself. 

Even though he was getting older, Henry still held that lovely innocence she hoped he’d never truly lose. He pressed his head up to his mother’s stomach. “How can he be hungry? He doesn’t even have a mouth yet.”

JJ smiled down at him and grabbed his cheeks. “You’re right, my love. What moms mean when they’re pregnant, is that having another person in there uses more energy, which makes your own body extra hungry. That’s what I mean when I say your brother is hungry.”

“Oh! That makes sense.” And in a flash, he was gone again, running down the hallway toward his room to get ready. Considering last week’s shopping trip and  Halloween, which was fast-approaching, JJ knew exactly what getting ready meant. 

As she fixed herself a sandwich, she slathered peanut butter in thick layers that would probably stick the bottom of her mouth to the top, but she didn’t care. All she wanted lately were peanut butter sandwiches with giant glasses of milk - protein and calcium she was not short on. One would think she’d get sick of peanut butter after downing it day and night for months on end, but she proved them all wrong by sticking the slices of bread together and then using a spoon to eat an additional scoop of peanut butter right out of the jar. Even Henry knew that’s what she was doing. “Can I get a peanut butter spoon too?”

“Yea!” She called out, and lo and behold she could barely get the word out. For a moment, she stood in the kitchen not knowing where to go; she called it mommy brain. After she snapped herself out of it, she placed the sandwich on a plate and grabbed her glass, not forgetting her spoon of peanut butter for Henry.

Just as she’d thought, he ran out of his room with the DVD in hand, decked out from head to toe in his Captain America outfit. As soon as Spiderman came out again (what was this, the seventh one), he was definitely going to be a Spider fan though. Until then, his giant shield (which doubled as a backpack) and his red, white and blue outfit would have to do. Grabbing the peanut butter spoon, he placed it in his mouth and pulled the DVD out and turning the movie on before returning to the couch. He bounced up and down on the couch, so full of life and energy that JJ couldn’t comprehend in her current state. She loved her boys, both living and in utero, but she was beyond tired. Thankfully, she only had a few months left; she was more than ready to not be pregnant anymore. “Why do you love Captain America so much?” she asked her son, fully expecting to get the typical answer of “he’s so cool,” “he can kick butt,” or “he’s a superhero, duh,” but she took him by surprise.

“He reminds me of you and Daddy and Uncle Spencer,” he said without missing a beat.

“How so?”

Henry turned to his mother, his eyes wise with confusion as if he was surprised his mother didn’t already know the answer. “Because you fight the bad guys for the people who can’t fight for themselves. I wanna be like you and Daddy and Uncle Spencer when I grow up.”

JJ’s heart melted, the little man in her tummy kicking too as if to confirm his brother’s beliefs. She leaned over as much as her stomach would allow and gave her soon-to-be eldest a kiss on the head. “You can be anything you want to be,” she said softly, pulling him into her as the movie started up. “If you want to be my very own Captain America, then that’s what you’ll be.”

“What if I want to be Spiderman?”

JJ giggled and ran her hands through her son’s hair. “You can be Captain Spiderman then.”

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[kidsince95]

I was bored

Ask Me Stuff 😉 1.Full name Lizbeth Edith Soloache 😌 2.Zodiac sign Pisces 4eva👌🏾💕 3. 3 Fears Spiders, heights , and love 4. 3 things I love Ice cream , my dog , the park by my house ❤️ 5. 4 turns ons Cologne, big arms , messy hair annnnd knowledgeable 👌🏾 6. 4 turns offs Cocky, intimidators , bad breath and boogers 7. My best friend My mom❤️ 8.Sexual orientation Straight ... I think .. who knows 9. My best first date I don't think I have one . Obviously it wasn't the best if I can't remember . 10. How tall am I 5'2'' 😌 11.What do I miss His smile . 12. What time were I born I think it was 11:45pm ?? 13.Favourite colour Omg I think it's a very dark musty pink 14. Do I have a crush Yea I do actually ☺️ 15. Favourite quote No matter how you feel , get up , dress up , show up and never give up ❤️ 16. Favourite place The park 17. Favourite food Chineeeeeeese 18. Do I use sarcasm Whenever I do people can't tell lol so I just don't 19.What am I listening to right now The sound of someone moving around in their bed 20.First thing I notice in new person Their eye contact 21.Shoe size 7 22.Eye colour Really dark brown 23.Hair colour Really dark brown but I have highlights rn 24.Favourite style of clothing Baggy pants with a crop top and sandals 25.Ever done a prank call? Wooo back in the day 26.What colour of underwear I’m wearing now? Teal 😌 27.Meaning behind my URL Idk there's one really I was born in 1995 lol 28.Favourite movie Damn , it has to be the great gatsby with Leo 29. Favourite song Of all time ??? Hmm, we belong together by Mariah Carey haha 30. Favourite band Lincoln park 31.How I feel right now Mm nothing really . I've got the bubble guts :( 32.Someone I love My dad my sisters 33.My current relationship status Single 34.My relationship with my parents Great 👍🏽 35.Favourite holiday Halloween , if that's even a holiday 36.Tattoos and piercings? 3 tatts, 2 piercings 37.Tattoos and piercing i want My belly button , and a back and wrist tattoo 38.The reason I joined Tumblr I forgot it was sooo long ago 39.Do I and my last ex hate each other? I use to hate him , not anymore . Idk if he hates me tho . 40.Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts? Yes I do 😊 41.Have I ever kissed the last person you texted? No 42.When did I last hold hands? A week ago with Alyssa ❤️ 43.How long does it take me to get ready in the morning? Mmmm maybe 3 hours if I'm doing my makeup very well. 44.Have I shaved your legs in the past three days? No actually 😬 45.Where am I right now? Sitting on the floor at work 46.If I were drunk & can’t stand, who’s taking care of me? Uhhh I hope whoever I'm with lol 47. Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level? It's either blasting or where I can hardly hear it . Yea it's blasting lol 48.Do I live with my Mom and Dad? Yes I do :) 49.Am I excited for anything? Foam wonderland on feb. 17 50.Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to? No 51.How often do I wear a fake smile? I don't . I can't fake it I've tried 52.When was the last time I hugged someone? An hour ago . My co worker gave me a Valentine's Day candy :) 53.What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me? It wouldn't matter cause he didn't really matter . 54.Is there anyone I trust even though I should not? Ummmm no ? 55.What is something I disliked about today? It was hard for me to go to sleep before work 56.If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be? Hmmm....I think it'd be Lana del Rey . 57.What do I think about most? Julian .its getting less and less tho . Or dancing 58.What’s my strangest talent? I don't think I have one lol or I can't think of it rn 59.Do I have any strange phobias? Arachnophobia 60.Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it? Both haha 61.What was the last lie I told? I don't remember 62.Do I prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online? On the phone I guess 63.Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens? Both . I'm not too sure about aliens tho . At least not how they make them out to be in the movies 64.Do I believe in magic? I do actually . I hope I have a gift that's waiting to be discovered 65.Do I believe in luck? Yes I do 66.What’s the weather like right now? It's raining 67.What was the last book I’ve read? The secret 68.Do I like the smell of gasoline? Ew no 69.Do I have any nicknames? Liz or boregos 70.What was the worst injury I’ve ever had? Breaking my neck and the bass stage 71.Do I spend money or save it? Spend 72.Can I touch my nose with a tongue? No:( 74.Is there anything pink in 10 feets from me? My charger 75.Favourite animal? An orangutan 76.What was I doing last night at 12 AM? Texting mark 77.What do I think is Satan’s last name is? Trump 78.What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it? Take care by drake . And the acoustic version by Florence and the machine 79.How can you win my heart? If you travel with me 80.What would I want to be written on my tombstone? I don't want a tombstone. I wanna be cremated 81.What is my favourite word Well. 82.My top 5 blogs on tumblr I forgot 83.If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say? The whole world??? ... I hope everyone's having a good day lol 84.Do I have any relatives in jail? Probably 85.I accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power? All the powers lol 86.What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on? Why didn't you love me back then .. 87.What is my current desktop picture? My sister at the airport 88.Had sex? Not lately 89.Bought condoms? Not lately 90.Gotten pregnant? Um no 91.Failed a class? Yea just one 92.Kissed a boy? Yes 93.Kissed a girl? Yes 94.Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain? Idk I don't think so? 95.Had job? Yes 96.Left the house without my wallet? Ugh yea 97.Bullied someone on the internet? I don't think so 98.Had sex in public? Haha yea 99.Played on a sports team? Yea volleyball and softball 100.Smoked weed? Yea don't like it 101.Did drugs? Yea loved it 102.Smoked cigarettes? Yes 103.Drank alcohol? Yes 104.Am I a vegetarian/vegan? Nope 105.Been overweight? No 106.Been underweight? Yes think so 107.Been to a wedding? Yes 108. Been on the computer for 5 hours straight? Long time ago 109.Watched TV for 5 hours straight? Yea lol 110.Been outside my home country? Yes 111.Gotten my heart broken? Oh yea . 112.Been to a professional sports game? Baseball 113.Broken a bone? Yea :/ 114.Cut myself? Yea 115.Been to prom? Yes 116.Been in airplane? Yea 117.Fly by helicopter? No:O 118.What concerts have I been to? Haven't. 119.Had a crush on someone of the same sex? Yes once 120Learned another language? French . Kinda haha 121.Wore make up? Yeup 122.Lost my virginity before I was 18? Nope 123.Had oral sex? Yaaaaa 124.Dyed my hair? All the time 125.Voted in a presidential election? No 126.Rode in an ambulance? Yes 127.Had a surgery? Yes 128.Met someone famous? No not really 129. Stalked someone on a social network? Uh no lol 130.Peed outside? Yea 131.Been fishing? Yea 132.Helped with charity? No 133.Been rejected by a crush? Yea 134.Broken a mirror? Eee yea 135.What do I want for birthday? Nothing 136.How many kids do I want and what will be their names? I don't want any 137.Was I named after anyone? No 138.Do I like my handwriting? It's coo 139.What was my favourite toy as a child? Winnie the Pooh bear 140.Favourite Tv Show? Power puff girls 141.Where do I want to live when older? Burbank 142.Play any musical instrument? No 143.One of my scars, how did I get it? I had surgery 144.Favourite pizza toping? Chorizo and jalapeños 145.Am I afraid of the dark? I use to be 146.Am I afraid of heights? Yes ma'am 147.Have I ever got caught sneaking out or doing anything bad? Yea all the time 148.Have I ever tried my hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end? Think so . 149.What I’m really bad at Idk 150.What my greatest achievements are Loving myself 151.The meanest thing somebody has ever said to me You need to shave your vag 152.What I’d do if I won in a lottery Save it . Probably not . Probably go shopping 153.What do I like about myself Everything . 154.My closest Tumblr friend Alyssa 155.Something I fantasise about my ex Him coming back and apologizing to me