#turns out they were just drunk and scared of a spider

[mycological-mariner]

Everyone here is posting poetical about September, reblogging art and quotes about how it’s finally September. Yeah it may be like for you lot, for me it’s September by the way the streets are unwalkable and the public transport is flooded with university students moving in

[drefear]

Imagine reader artist, who loves to draw Miguel. And the other day she's just drawing naked Miguel's body. He saw it and just smirks and say: "I've got bigger than that" or "I could show/pose for accuracy"

TW: raunchy smut, Dom!miguel, fem reader, smut with no plot.

A/N: I wrote half of this while at work and a little drunk. So here ya go. Also currently in the process of writing a part two.

Miguel’s face filled your sketchbook, his back in his spider suit, his mask, every angle you could find him at. You often sat in his office for hours while he did reports, sketching him and drawing him. You loved using different mediums and colors, giving him new features and styles. You specifically loved practicing drawing his broad body and sculpted as-

Ahem. Legs.

Yes, ok, fine, you had a small crush on your boss, whatever, no big deal.

You would purposefully finish all of your work as fast as possible so you could sit back and draw him. And because you weren’t loud or annoying, and everything was always done on time and orderly, he let you.

But one mission in particular made him stressed out, and as you watched him filling out data about the anomaly he’d just captured, he glitched his suit down his torso and injected himself with that mysterious green liquid, entrancing you for those glorious few seconds.

It was very obvious he had a nice body, duh. But you never let your mind go too far in imagining him out of his suit, scared to go into a territory you couldn’t back out of.

And now you did, drawing his torso and pecks, shading his abs, and this got you curious about more.

Lower.

Biting your lip, you sat in the cafeteria a few days later. You purposefully sat with your back to a wall, making sure no one could sneak up on you and see what you were drawing, as you drew him laying down. His arms splayed behind his head, face relaxed, as you defined his leg muscles. As you finished the piece of art, the only area you’d avoided was his groin.

And now you stared at the empty area of art, knee bouncing from anxiety about how you were supposed to draw this. You had no reference for him. Yes, you’d seen dicks before, obviously. You lived in a universe with unrestricted internet access, so it’s not like you’d never been around the block, but here you were, blushing like a 15 year old just because of a dick.

Drawing and then erasing and drawing, you repeated the process a few times before you heard someone click their tongue in front of you. You’d been so consumed by what you were doing, you didn’t even feel your spider senses or hear them come close.

Miguel stood with an eyebrow raised and his hands on his hips, eyeing you curiously. “Why are you so jumpy?” He asked and you snatched the book in front of you to your chest, stuttering some bullshit answer about too much caffeine. He just nodded and continued giving you a new order.

You got up from your seat and moved to follow him to his cold, dark lair area. As you were about to step onto his platform, you tripped and your hands flew out to stabilize your fall. As you did, the notebook flew across the floor and slid as your vision blurred from how fast you’d collapsed, getting up slowly and rolling your shoulders. You reached to where the sketch book had fallen, but it was no longer there.

No.

NO.

It was between his fingers, as he flipped through the pages slowly, eyeing your work with his brows furrowed, focused. You jumped towards him and he just turned his back, making you feel like you ran into a wall. You reached around him and he webbed your wrist to the table beside you, still not tearing his eyes from your work.

“Stop, that’s private! Give it back!” You shouted and he rolled his eyes briefly.

“It’s all drawings of me, I think I’m allowed to see-“ and his words stopped as he flipped to the newest page.

The nude drawing of him.

You gulped as his expression became unreadable, stoic, and your eyes flashed between the art and him. “I-I was just practicing forms and poses-“

“It’s… inaccurate.” He spoke lowly before your eyes blinked for a moment, confused.

“What do you mean?”

He walked to you and stood tall, bending down slightly to stare directly into your eyes. His mouth turned up at the ends and his eyes glittered with something you’d never seen in him before.

Turning the book back to you and showing you your own drawing, he smirked deeper.

“I’m much bigger.” His eyes were almost challenging you, making your blood run ice cold, and you felt his hands yank your body against his. “Do you want to see for reference?”

And then his watch made a loud sound, Lyla popping up to explain some anomaly on earth number whatever. He groaned and turned to walk out. “I’ll be back once this is done. Don’t go anywhere because When I do return, we’re continuing where we left off.”

Then he was gone and you stood, mouth agape from the whole exchange. You thought it might take a while for him to capture this anomaly, so You’d decided to go back to your own universe in preparation, showering and fixing yourself up. You bit your nail nervously as you thought about it all. Was he serious? No way, right…?

As you stood in the bathroom mirror, the sound of a portal opening cut through your mind like a knife, making your body rush into your living room. You gripped the towel tight around your torso as you saw Miguel walk out of the colorful dimension behind him and into yours. The portal closed and with that, his mask disintegrated so you could see his face. A bit tired, he still had a less-than-enthusiastic expression on.

“I thought I told you not to go anywhere.” He repeated and you stood stuff as a board, now a bit scared. He took slow, calculated steps towards you as your head tilted back to continue watching him. “Inaccurate and disobedient. I have a lot to teach you, don’t I?” His index finger hooked under your chin as he smirked and grabbed your hand with his free one, pulling you into your bathroom. He looked around for a second before hitting a button on his watch and letting the fabric disappear.

You bit your lip as your eyes took full advantage of his exposed skin. “You- it-“

“Yeah. I know.” He grabbed your wrist and spun you around, bending you over your counter with your hand breached against your back. “Now I want you to really study how I fuck you, so that you get a good look at how big I am, and how easy I can maneuver this body.” He whispered into your damp hair and pushed down, then ripping the towel away and throwing it out of the bathroom completely.

His eyes stared down at your weeping cunt and he licked his lips. “I’ll be tasting you another time. Today, I want you to really feel my size.” He was cocky, and he had a right to be. His dick was huge, almost alarmingly big.

The tip of his cock pressed against your entrance and you clenched your jaw. “It’s gonna hurt, but I’ll go slow. That way you can feel good and still learn.” He cooed in a teasing tone and your eyes found his in the mirror, watching intently as he began to push into you. The sudden width he was stretching you to was mind numbing and your knees began to buckle, but he just held you up with one hand, the other still guiding himself into you.

“Coño, your sucking me in so nicely, might not even need to slow down.” He spoke and your eyes were rolling back from his words, to which you snapped out of once his hand that was holding you up held your face harshly towards the mirror. “No slacking, little girl. You better keep your eyes on my cock.”

Halfway inside, and you were already fluttering around him, on the verge of orgasm. “That’s it, sucia, cum on my cock. It’ll be the first time of many.” You shivered at his words, feeling him sink in further and immediately orgasming. The rolls of pleasure washing through you made him grunt as his hips couldn’t help but rut into you harshly. The lack of prep had you feeling everything he was giving you, hyper aware of your insides wrapping around him.

“Mm, wanna fuck me back? Grind back onto my cock? Paciencia, Nena.” He instructed as you kept trying to get him in further. Wrapping a hand around your torso, he tweeked at your nipples and made you gasp from the sensation. “That’s it,” he mumbled.

Finally, smirked, he chuckled darkly as you tried once more to thrust backwards. “Fine, you asked for it.” He met your eyes in the mirror, now blood red and swirling with the threat as he snapped his hips forward and forced the rest of him into you, making you gargle out a strained sound in shock and pleasure. The pain was beautiful, and began to subside quickly as you felt him twitch. He hit every spot and more, feeling new depths and points of pleasure.

Tears welled in the corners of your eyes as he started a slightly faster pace. Your body jiggled from the movements and the sound of skin slapping against skin filled your apartment, your mouth hanging open as your eyes never left were his dick was buried into you. He smiled, enjoying the way you watched his cock disappear into you over and over, and you felt the pressure building once more. How he bullied your cunt and grinned while doing it made you burst, tears breaking free and a scream ripping through you as your pussy squeezed him.

“Fuck, so tight.” He groaned, head now falling back and he kept going, beginning to chase his own high. Your mind had shut off now, fucked practically stupid on his cock and he rocking into you mercilessly. His speed was unmatched and he moved to pick up your hips to meet his, closing the gap your height difference had created, and finally having him slam into you until his hips met your ass, making you choke on your own oxygen from the absolute brutal beating he was giving your cervix.

He slid one hand to the back of your neck and pressed you further into the counter top of your sink, forcing your pert nipples to meet the cold marble and you cried out more, barely able to push back against him now as you were trapped between his body and your bathroom’s confinements with only your top toes touching the floor. Your face was streaked with tears as he grunted and let out ragged breaths.

“The perfect little pussy, so perfect for my cock. You can take it, little artist. You wanted to draw my cock so badly, now you have the perfect image to do it. Fucked deep inside of you. Draw us like this for me, yeah? I wanna see it everyday. Or should I just fuck you every day instead?” His words tumbled from his mouth like an avalanche and you could feel his cock about to burst, making you teeter over that cliff as well. “That’s it, strangle my cock. Cum all over me, niña, paint me with your cute cunt.” He demanded and you obliged, feeling a shooting electric sensation rip out of you. Suddenly, you were both a bit wet between the thighs and he was mesmerized by what he saw. Your juices squirt all over him and he came instantly after seeing that, pounding into you as far as he could and forcing his cum the deepest it could be inside of you.

Both of you were unmoving as you caught your breath, a layer of sweat covering you both as you stared at each other in the mirror. No words could describe what had just happened and Miguel smiled once more, which prompted you to ask.

“What?”

“You need to get a mirror by your bed. Because I want to do this to you every day.” He watched your eyes widen in the mirror in front of you both as he licked your neck from behind and sinking his fangs into your soft skin, jutting his hips once more and making you realize he was still hard.

“For art purposes.”

Part two is out!

[hanmaitani]

Moving

PAIRING - Sakusa Kiyoomi x Reader WC - 1.1K GENRE - fluff CW - mentions of drinking, mentions of spiders SYNOPSIS - when kiyoomi comes home after drinking with the team, he's not sure if his roommate had gone crazy...

“Get on the table, Kiyoo!” That was the first thing that Kiyoomi heard when he stepped into his shared apartment. That, immediately followed by a tug on his shirt as you tugged at him to join you on the higher surface.

“What?” He cinched his eyebrows together as he looked at you thoroughly confused. “Why would I-”

"Don’t argue. Just do it." You cut him off and tugged more. He groaned and tilted his head back before clambering up to crouch on the table with you.

“Can you tell-” He glared as you cut him off with a soft ‘shh’ and a finger to your lips. His soft eye roll didn’t stop him from complying, however; lowering his voice to a whisper. “Y/n,” you hummed softly in acknowledgement, “why are we on the coffee table right now.”

“Listen carefully Kiyoomi.” You whispered, giving him a deadly serious look. "Whatever you do, don’t make a sound." Kiyoomi stared at you, lips parting in confusion and eyes widening, a look that clearly conveyed he thought you’d hit your head. “It can hear you Kiyoomi. They sense your fear!”

He sighed but decided to play along with what he was sure was your game of the night. “What can sense your fear? What are you scared of?”

“Okay, here’s the plan.” You muttered, ignoring him and waving your hands. Kiyoomi was sure that you had lost it while he was gone for the day. He’d have to have you committed and find a new roommate. But he couldn’t help the small smile on his lips as you whispered adamantly, ready to spell out a whole escape plan. “So, I think we’re safe here right now, but if it senses us it’ll follow us out here.”

“What is going to follow us?”

“Hush, Kiyoo, lemme finish!” You whined lightly as you eyed the entrance to the kitchen across the room. “Okay so, once we get down, we run.” You nodded and Kiyoomi caught himself watching the way your head bobbed gently, eyes determined with a small sparkle. He chuckled lightly as he watched you. “You gotta pack your things.” His attention snapped back to your words and he tilted his head in confusion. “But only the essentials! No time!” You exclaimed quietly, turning your gaze back to him for confirmation that he heard you.

“Slow down.” Kiyoomi requested, shaking his head lightly as he tried to keep up. “What are we doing?”

“We’re moving out.” You looked at him seriously. He shook his head as if that would help him hear better, blinking at you slowly. “Kiyoomi, there’s a spider in the kitchen, we’re leaving."

You looked so serious about it but Kiyoomi couldn’t help but let out a laugh at the absurdness of it all. “Kiyoo!” You drew out his name in disbelief.

“I’m sorry.” He laughed again, and tucked his head low, trying to stifle his laughter. “I thought there was something really wrong.”

“Kiyoo, it was huge! We can’t live here anymore!” You exclaimed as Kiyoomi’s laugh echoed and got a little louder.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He chuckled as he looked back up at you, his eyes sparkling as he bit his lip, laugh bubbling out of him again. You whined his name again and he laughed. “God, I’m sorry I love you.” He froze as soon as the words left his mouth, his eyes widening as he realized what he’d just said. “Fuck.” He breathed out.

“I’m sorry, what?” You stared at him in shock, blinking at him in disbelief.

“Oh wow.” Kiyoomi, sat down on top of the table, shaking his head lightly. "I think I may be slightly more drunk than I thought." It was then that you remembered that the reason he’d come home late was because the team had convinced him to go out. Then, that you noticed his cheeks were a little pinker that usual, curls a little messier as he sat there, breathing a little uneven.

“Kiyoomi, did you-” You swallowed as you sat, suddenly forgetting about the spider predicament in the other room. You cleared your throat as you looked at him and he looked back up at you, smile softly on his lips.

“Well, cat’s out of the bag I suppose.” He chuckled lightly as he stared at you. He took a deep breath and twitched his nose a bit. “I love you.” He let out a soft snort right then too. “I’m glad I’m drunk.”

“Kiyoo-”

"Listen,” he mumbled, shaking his head again, “I didn’t tell you that I love you because I wanted to hear it back.” He quirked a smile as he watched your face contort, trying to process the information being thrown at you. “I don’t need to hear it back. I told you because I needed you to know."

“Kiyoo-”

“I know that-”

“Kiyoo, shut up!” You exclaimed, tired of being cut off by the man. He looked softer like this, when his guard wasn’t up and he wasn’t glaring at something. Vulnerable, baring his feelings to you, in a way that was totally him. Blunt and to the point, not at all dancing around the truth. You decided to pay him the same courtesy. “Kiyoomi, I love you too, you dumbass.”

“You do?” It was his turn to look at you shocked now, eyes wide. It was like he was frozen in place, brain trying to catch up to the words his ears heard. He chuckled as he leaned forward slightly, small smile on his lips as he finally processed the words. “You do.”

You nodded lightly, trying to bite back the laughter that bubbled in your chest. “So.” You drew out the word with a puff of air out your nose. "Is this the moment that we kiss?"

“Yeah.” Kiyoomi smiled as he leaned towards you. His arm quickly wrapped around your waist as he drew you closer to him. You easily fell on top of him with a laugh that was quickly silence by his lips on yours.

“Hey Kiyoo,” you mumbled as you pulled away from him slightly. He hummed in acknowledgement, lips trying to chase yours down again. “We still have to move because of the spider.”

Kiyoomi let out a loud laugh as shook his head at you, bright smile on his lips. “Shut up.” He chuckled as he pressed his lips against yours again.

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[webslingingslasher]

if trouble needed peter during the breakup do you think she’d still be able to call?

yes. and i will now expand, thank u.

peter stares down at his phone, it's not that he's against answering, it's that he doesn't think you meant to call him. or maybe you're drunk and want to berate him.

either way he'd hear your voice and that would be really nice.

'hello?'

'hey.'

okay, you meant to call him. you don't sound drunk, you sound sad.

'everything okay?'

a slight muffle, you switch ears. 'no, not really. i'm lost.'

'on what?' you breathe out a laugh, peter smiles.

'no, actually lost. i was... i'm sorry, i don't mean to hit you where it hurts but i was out with this guy and he ditched me and i have no fucking idea where i am and my phone's about to die.'

peter's quiet, he's all you have right now.

'you're my only hope, obi-wan.' a cheap shot at help, peter appreciates the effort.

'it's- help me, obi-wan kenobi, you're my only hope.'

your turn to smile. 'close enough.'

peter slowly moves around, patting down his pockets to make sure he has everything. 'it's late, trouble. why were you ditched?'

you laugh, but it's not funny. 'you know, it sucks to say that you're the only guy that never threw a temper tantrum when i didn't wanna fuck.'

ouch, a slight sting. it feels better to know it didn't happen, painful to think it could. 'at least i was good at something.'

'well... you weren't terrible at the sex either. you were good enough you scared me from getting it anywhere else, don't know if you can say the same.'

peter closes his eyes when he breathes in, you haven't hooked up with anyone else either. 'if you're asking, no, i haven't hooked up with anyone.'

'i didn't ask.' ah, that's what peter was waiting for. the bait of a question, to turn around and pretend you didn't care what the answer was. peter knows you're just as relieved that he hasn't either.

'where am i going, trouble?' you give him street names, his heart stutters. it's far, it's late, and it's definitely not safe.

'you're outside? nowhere for you to go?'

'when i say ditched, i mean it. if it wasn't so weird i'd ask you to kick his ass.' peter kind of wants you to ask, he'd do it gladly. and half of it wouldn't even be because he left you hanging.

'how much battery do you have left?' a brief pause, you're checking.

'three percent.'

peter hates what he's about to say, but hates the idea of you with a dead phone even more. 'okay, hang up and i'll come find you.' for a second he thinks you did, until you push out the real reason you called him.

'i'm scared.' so you called him, your protector, your safety blanket.

'i'm coming, i promise.' he's already out of the house, walking one half of the way and he'll cut his time in half by swinging the rest. 'ten minutes, maybe less. i might even break out a light jog for you.'

you look around, there's no one. it feels even more eerie, you're still on three percent. 'do i really have to hang up?' leaving out the 'i need to hear your voice to make everything okay.'

'i want you to save what you have, just in case.'

'okay.' it's not, you can feel your chest tighten and the urge to cry. everything sucks and you just really want peter which somehow makes things simultaneously worse and better.

'hey, peter?' you think you'll regret it.

'yeah?'

'can i spend the night?' you count the seconds. two.

'yeah, of course. always. anytime, you know that.'

you smile, he's still your peter. 'thank you. and thanks for coming to save me.'

'it's kind of my job, some even call me a hero.'

'okay, obi-wan.'

'more like spider-man.'

'oh, you're so full of yourself. you wish you were spider-man.'

peter kisses his teeth, 'no, i really am.'

'then spider-man better come save me in five minutes, otherwise what's the point?'

'oh? is that the way i win you back?'

it's not so jokey anymore, in fact peter thinks your phone died. but no, still connected. before he can say that he wasn't thinking and that he's sorry and he was joking you answer him.

'i don't think it would hurt.' 

[moonastroellie]

“Me and the devil walking side by side”

summary: you lived in a small town in Jackson, you went to a small high school with your best friend Ellie, Dina and Jesse… everything was normal, until it wasn’t.

cw: 18+, no smut but a lot of gore, mentions of substance use (weed and alcohol), usage of alcohol, mentions of schizophrenia and psychosis, mentions of drugging but no drugging, mentions of spiders for all you lil people who are scared of them (don’t worry i am too), mentions of murder, semi demon/vampire.

“y/n?”

…

“y/n?!”

…

y/n” Ellie says, putting her hand on your shoulder to make sure you’re okay “you okay? you look like you’ve just seen a ghost”

Technically, she isn’t wrong. although, it wasn’t a ghost you saw while you were zoned out. it was more of a…. vision? but you didn’t know what to think of it because it was blurry and oh shit you’re lost in thought again.

You shake your head fast and turn to Ellie “yeah. i’m good, you good??” a nervous chuckle left your lips, ellie’s piercing green eyes staring at you—they’re soft yet powerful eyes, it always made you smile.

She smiles back understanding your nervous chuckle, she laughs a bit and then confirms she is doing okay as well.

“you wanna go get something to eat?” Ellie asks in a soft voice, you nod and both go downstairs. Joel, ellie’s father was sitting at the table sipping on coffee (just how he always does) “watcha want?”

“uh, whatever you want” you reply back, her voice more unsteady now “oh i’ve already eaten. i’m full” that’s weird, you had been with ellie all day and hadn’t seen her eat once, maybe she snuck some food into the bathroom when you weren’t looking so you brush it off as nothing…

“I gotta get home, thanks for having me!” you smile and give her a hug, thanking joel for letting you come over—the walk home was how it always was, you lived up the road from ellie and although it was close, it was getting dark.

“hey ma! i’m home!” you shout out as you open the front door, yet another sight to come home to your dad sipping on a beer and watching the tv, it felt odd to see your mom watching the tv so you walk over to see the news…

“a young boy found dead, police have confirmed he was a 14-year-old boy from the high school here in Jackson, his name being James Reed, if there are any witness’s who may have seen something happen please contact the police immediately” the lady on the news explains, leaving you and your mother shocked, your dad just scoffs “probably got drunk and fell over himself”

“the bite marks found on him are not identified by scientists and we recommend everyone stays indoors at night time” the woman explains further, leaving your dad with wide eyes as he realises this is more serious than he thought.

“no more going out at night” your mother says, “but mom?”

“no buts, don’t want to find you dead, no more going to ellie’s late at night otherwise you’ll have to stay home or sleep over at hers” you let out a sigh… “fine”

—

Throughout the night you have trouble sleeping, a constant ringing and talking in your ear— you’ve always experienced these, especially after smoking weed for the first time, a constant assumption it was just psychosis… Eventually these distorted words got louder and louder and you couldn’t handle it anymore, pulling your hands up to your ear and sitting up in bed, back pressing against your headboard…

“t-ehy wabt ta gat you” the voices grew louder and louder, your body covered in sweat as you try to remain calm…

“you- cannot escape this” the one clear voice you’ve gotten, though it didn’t sound like someone you knew- that’s when it all stopped, as soon as the voice realised it had disoriented you and made you beyond paranoid… you could barely function, the fear that someone could be fucking with your head- maybe someone drugged you, maybe i’m insane, maybe something is wrong with you?

these ideas bouncing around your head left and right before you finally fell into a deep sleep, a coma like state, you couldn’t feel your body- it was numb to the world and your senses felt like they were gone, it started with an itch on your neck when you were in such a deep sleep, you scratch it and immediately it went away, but the burning sensation didn’t go away…

Waking up was difficult, getting almost no sleep you head to the bathroom to brush your teeth- you grabbed your toothbrush and started brushing your teeth, it’s when you looked in the mirror and saw two bite marks, they weren’t deep but looked like spider bites almost.

you shrugged and went downstairs to tell your dad there were spiders in your room again.

“brekky?” your mom asks, you nod. “how’d you sleep?” your mothers voice calm and relaxed, you just lie and say it was good.

“fantastic” she butters your toast and gives it to you, you sit down at the table and start eating-

that’s when everything around you looked distorted in a way, you could make out what was around you but it just didn’t feel right- the voices were back.

i

“you enjoying the food?” the voice asks, you look around you confused “no one can hear it” it adds on, you don’t know if you should talk or just talk via your mind, you pull a hair strand behind your ear as you start to sweat up a bit… your mom taking notice and asking if you’re okay, your pupils blown big and your actions erratic “school! now, bye!” your words didn’t make sense but you couldn’t control over what you said, almost like you were being controlled.

I know this is short but when i have more inspiration to write i will, promise. I just had this as a draft for wayyy too long.. should i make a part 2 tho? that’s the better question..

[loverwebs]

It's Supposed to be Fun, Turning 21

Pairing: Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Your boyfriend, Peter, doesn't make it to your birthday dinner. So you walk home alone, only to run into the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.

Warnings: Slight angst & mentions of alcohol

Word count: 1,700

A very tired Y/n stumbled over the bumpy sidewalk of New York, cursing under her breath whenever she nearly stepped in a puddle. Her purse was crossed along her body and a bottle of wine swung from her hand.

She made her way home quickly and in annoyance, not wanting to be out any longer than she had to. With that in mind, she took a shortcut through an alleyway.

"Ma'am, stop right there!" A voice behind her shouted. She hesitantly turned, about to blow the person off, before she saw the city's masked hero within a few feet's distance.

"Holy shit! Oh, fuck did I do something? If it's the wine— I'm legally allowed to own it! And I have my ID, so please don't arrest me. I'm not even drunk!” a startled Y/n shouted.

"No, no! It’s okay," The vigilante approached her.

"Oh, okay," She said, touching her heart and sighing in relief. "Sorry for getting all jumpy there. It’s been a long day."

"No, you're fine! I didn't mean to scare you. I was just gonna say, you really shouldn't be walking home by yourself. It's not exactly safe, especially at night," He explained through an overly deepened voice.

"I know it's not," Sighed the girl. "My friends tried to get me to walk home with them, but my place isn't that far. And I'm really not in the mood to talk to anyone."

She continued her path, glancing back at him to add a quick, "No offense."

"None taken," He replied through a jog, catching up to her. "Did you just happen to be carrying around a bottle of wine with you, though?" He softly laughed at her antics.

"Uhh, yeah, just tonight." She returned a weak one.

"What's the occasion?" He asked, though he already knew the answer.

"It's my birthday. I'm 21 now and I wanna have my first drink with my boyfriend. He couldn't make it to my party and the restaurant let me bring one home with me."

She smiled sadly, lifting the bottle up so he could see the written For the birthday girl, enjoy! that a waitress had signed in permanent marker.

Peter felt guilty hearing this. Not only because he didn't make it to her birthday, but because she still waited for him. Wanting to share the special moment— despite him having missed it entirely.

"Happy birthday, then." The masked boy spoke, voice cracking as he said it. "I hope you spent it well."

"It was... eh. But thank you."

"Why was it 'eh'?" He asked, holding his breath.

"It's just, I don't know." She shrugged, not wanting to get into it.

She pondered for a moment, then, "I'm not trying to be rude or like, ungrateful, but don't you have actual Spider-Man stuff to do?"

He shook his head, "Making sure you get home safely is just as important as any other mission to me... plus, I wanted to make sure you were okay."

"That's nice, but I wouldn't want you to stop helping someone who actually needs it because of me."

"It's fine," He waved a hand in dismissal. "Don't even worry about it. I was pretty much done for the night anyway."

All she did was nod, not entirely convinced, then he spoke again.

"Sooo.. your birthday," He started.

"Right, yeah. It was fine, I guess."

"How come?"

"You're already walking me home, the last thing I want is for you to be my therapist too." She joked.

"Well, maybe I could help cheer you up... I like to help people. It's what I do."

"My friends already tried.. and failed. What makes you think you can?"

"I'd try my luck," He suggested. "Or we could walk in awkward silence."

She laughed at that, to which he said, "So what's got you down?"

"Okay, I mean.. like I said, my boyfriend didn't show up at the restaurant, soo I kinda spent the whole night staring at the door in case he did."

"Oh." He mumbled. "Sounds like a shitty boyfriend," He whispered, a little more to himself.

"He isn't," She shook her head a few too many times.

"He's naturally late to things, yeah. And he can't always make it to stuff. But when he is there.. His presence makes everything so much better." She said truthfully.

Peter hummed in understanding, his heart feeling heavy at her defending words. Here he was in a Spider-Man suit, meanwhile she wore her best party outfit. Not even cursing at the boy for his absence.

He didn't deserve her, he thought.

"Did he at least call? You know, saying he couldn't make it?"

Silence filled the air momentarily, which was enough of an answer. Still, she said, "He usually does..."

"Yeah?" He swallowed the forming lump in his throat.

"He— he always lets me know if he can't. And he did wish me a Happy Birthday! It's just— he's— I don't know what's going on with him anymore." She gave a teary laugh.

"Sometimes, it just feels like he's gonna break up with me. I feel like he wants to do it, but he's waiting around for the perfect opportunity, y'know?" She quickly wiped her now forming tears. "Sorry, I sound really pathetic."

"What?! No. No... You don't." He paused. "You— you really think he's gonna break up with you?" He dreadfully asked.

"I don't know," She gave a weak shrug. "He's like, distant lately."

"Have you.. Have you tried talking to him about it?"

"I've tried, yeah." She chewed on her lip nervously, thinking of the many instances where he canceled at the last minute when she intended on speaking with him.

"Like just this week, I asked to meet up after his afternoon class because I wanted to know if something was wrong, but..." She trailed off, holding back more tears.

"He canceled," He finished her sentence, wincing at her confirming nod.

"Right, and it's like, what am I doing wrong?" She added helplessly.

"Nothing! You're not doing anything wrong," He said through an interior panic.

"Doesn't feel like it."

They continued walking as Peter thought of the correct words to say. She'd laid her thoughts right there at his feet and he didn't know what the right move was.

He gave a desperate sigh, then proceeded to say, "I don't think he wants to break up with you."

"Seriously? That's what you're gonna tell me? You don't know that—"

"Hear me out... It's just, you know. Maybe he has a lot going on and.." He started, feeling overwhelmed.

"And maybe he hasn't been able to really tell you everything he wants you to know because he's scared. Scared to lose you. Or scared that you're already slipping away from him." He rambled on.

She slowed down her pace, tilting her head at him as a sense of familiarity within his words settled in.

He wasn't faking his tone anymore, and she wasn't as in her head as she was when he first found her.

"But you're not doing anything wrong, okay, Y/n?" He continued, voice breaking as he stepped closer to her. "I can promise you that."

She looked around to make sure the streets were empty before abruptly stopping in her tracks, eyeing him, when it finally clicked for her. She inched closer to him, while her shaky fingers tentatively reached towards the bottom of his mask.

She did so slowly, making sure he had time to stop her if he wanted to.

"Wait," He put his hand over hers. "It's not really.. It's not safe to do that here."

She understood and immediately withdrew her hand, taking a few steps back.

"Do you trust me?" He walked towards her, carefully placing his hands on her hips. With a nod, she wrapped her arms around his neck.

Just like that, he aimed at a nearby building and shot a web, swinging with her in his arms. Her body tightly hugged him as they made their way to the rooftop of Peter's old apartment building. The same place they had their first date.

A sloppy "Happy Birthday" was webbed above the projector that was setup, along with blankets on an old couch that they’d made out on several times.. A few of her favorite drinks and snacks placed there as well. She noticed them as he gently put her down.

She once again turned to look at him, but his mask was already off.

"I'm sorry I missed your birthday, Princess."

"Oh, Peter," She frowned and went to cup his face. "Who did this to you?"

"It doesn't matter," He said softly, leaning into her hands.

"I'm so sorry I didn't tell you sooner. I really wanted to... But I never knew when or how to do it. And tonight, I wanted to be there." His lips trembled.

"You have no idea how much I wanted to be there. But some guy had this really wonderful idea to rob a bank on your day, which caused a lockdown and eventually it led to a car pileup—"

She placed a kiss on his lips, shutting him up while holding onto the back of his neck in order to keep him close.

"I saw the news, Pete." She said once they parted and hugged him tightly, body shaking as she did so.

"Are you crying?" He asked through furrowed brows. "I'm so sorry I upset you, I—"

"I'm not upset with you. You don't have to apologize."

"You're not?"

"I mean, I was upset when I thought you were preparing some 'it's not you, it's me' speech on my birthday. And the thought of that hurts a lot more than knowing you kept this from me."

"I shouldn't have ever made you feel like we were gonna breakup, I'm sorry. I really didn't mean to give you that impression. You have every right to be upset at me for it." He hung his head low in shame.

"Thank you for owning up to it, but it's okay now, love. I'm okay now that you're here," She reassured him. "And I'm really glad you trusted me enough to share this with me."

"Of course I trust you. I had it all planned out.. We were supposed to go to dinner first and then come here. I was gonna explain everything up here, but things just got all messy, as always."

"I just said it's okay," She giggled, tracing the spider on his chest. "Besides, I can't complain when you look this good in your suit."

She smiled at his forming blush and messed up hair, then leaned in to kiss him once again.

"I love you," He whispered against her lips.

"I love you too, Spider-Man."

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New Year's Eve Party (5) II Lucy Bronze x Reader

New Year's Eve Party Masterlist (all previous parts can be found here) I Word count: 2229

“We need to put an end to this suffering tonight.”, Keira declared in a serious tone. Aitana’s sister was nodding approvingly with her head: “I agree but how?” The English midfielder, the current ballon d’or winner and she were watching Lucy looking lovesick at her crush from afar.  Dramatically Keira hid her face so she couldn’t see how her close friend was behaving: “This is so pathetic.”  

“Girls you sound brutal in your judgement.”, Aitana laughed. The English national team player shrugged it off: “Oh please, that has been going on all year.”  “And we just want to help her because the whole team knows even Jonatan does and he normally has zero clue about such things.”, the Catalonian sister interjected with a frustrated groan. 

A small smile appeared on the Spanish midfielder’s lips: “I agree that it’s bad if even Jonatan knows. But what we do?”  “Now that’s the important question.”, Keira replied gravely. While Aitana’s sister suggested smirking:” We could get them drunk.” More diplomatic the older of the two answered:” Or just confront them with their feelings?”  “I got it. We’ll lock them in a room.”, the English midfielder announced with a triumphantly grin on her face. “Good idea, guest room?”, Fridolina Rolfös girlfriend thought out loud.

Unconvinced Keira pressed on: “Don’t you have something smaller like a storage room or something?” “Frido won’t like that.. but yes, we too.”, Aitana’s sister admitted blushing. The Spanish midfielder meanwhile put layers to their plan:” So we send them each individually to get something from there and when we lock the door for a couple of minutes and see what happens?” “Sounds like a horrible plan. Let’s do it.”, the woman of the house concluded grinning.

Lucy was already slightly tipsy when her fellow countrywoman reached out to her:“Kei, hi.” “Lucy? Can you help me with something?”, Keira asked the defender innocently. Warmly she replied: “Sure.” “Follow me.”, the midfielder demanded earnestly.

Curiously the dark-haired woman nodded into the open storage room: “So, for what exactly do you need my help? Is there a spider inside?”  “Yes. One of those that I hate. You know, tiny bodies and super long legs?”, Keira answered with big, scared eyes. Confidently Lucy waved at her:” Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it and bring the spider to the garden.”

Just as she went into the storage room the door was shot and a key ultimately locked her in. But the English woman was not shrieking because of that sound, a familiar voice behind her did. Loudly you protested: “Excuse me? What do you think you’re doing?!”

“What are you doing in here?“, Lucy asked in confusion. “I was supposed to get something for Aitanas sister and Frido.“, you explained, gesturing towards the shelves in the dark. Lucy huffed; “And I was supposed to save Keira from a spider.“ “Then why on earth would they lock us in that tiny space? Is this a sick joke?“ Your voice got angrier with each word.

You tried to turn the door knob again in hopes that the door would open when suddenly the light turned on. With a nonchalant shrug, your team mate replied; “At least I found the light switch.“ Finally, you let go of the door and wrapped your arms around yourself. You cursed yourself for wearing a sleeveless dress. This storage room was a lot colder than the rest of the house. “This makes it slightly less scary.“

“Are you cold?“, the defender asked, noticing you shiver slightly. “It’s definitely colder than the other rooms, right?“, you posed another question without answering Lucys. The English player raised her eyebrow; “Yeah, this thing has no heating and significantly less people. Here, take this.“ She took off her blazer and handed it to you. Gratefully, you wrapped it around your shoulders but quickly realized that Lucy only wore a plain suit vest underneath it. For a moment, her muscular arms caught your attention before you started to feel bad; “But won’t you get cold now?“

Another cool shrug from your team mate followed; “We can share it if this goes on for longer.“ “I’m sure they soon get bored of their own joke.“, you tried to remain positive. Lucy flashed you a wry grin; “I mean that’s one way to start the new year.“ “Yeah, it’s surely unforgettable.“, you agreed somewhere between being annoyed and wanting to laugh about the absurdity of this situation. “To be honest, I’d like to get out of here before midnight.“, your team mate admitted with a laugh and sat down on the floor, have back against the cold wall.

You nodded in agreement while following suit; “Me too. Have you tasted the food already? It’s really delicious.“ “It is really good.“, she nodded. There was a few moments of silence, followed by a sigh from Lucy; “We should have brought a bottle of champagne with us.“ As soon as she mentioned it, a bottle of wine on the shelf caught your eye; “Oh my god.“ You got up to take it; “It’s not champagne… but it’s something.“

You gave the bottle to Lucy who carefully studied the label and then skilfully uncorked it for you; “I’ll take it. I bet Frido won’t have a problem with it.“ She offered it to you to have the first sip. The wine tasted delicious, sweet with fruity flavours. You gave it back to her; “Here you go.“ “Oh, that tastes expensive.“, Lucy commented as soon as the first sip hit her tongue.

Laughing, you replied; “Of course it’s expensive. This is Fridos household.“ With a grin, Lucy tilted the bottle into your direction; “Good point.“ “Cheers.“, you said as you took the wine back from her. You passed the bottle back and forth, each taking big gulps of the flavourful drink.

Expectantly the defender looked at you: “It’s good right?” “Yes, it’s tasty.”, you admitted, your cheeks already turning slightly red because of the alcohol. At least you tried to blame it on that and not the looks your teammate was sending across the small space.

Clearing her throat Lucy was putting her arms around herself trying to make herself feel warmer:” You were right, it’s really cold in here.” “Better?”, you asked, pulling her into a hug and covering you both with her blazer.  Grateful the English player mumbled:”Thanks.” “You’re welcome, Lucia.”, you told her. The defender threw a brow up:” Lucia?” “You don’t like me calling you like that?”, you laughed.

An amused smile danced on her lips: “No one calls me that except for my mum.” “Sorry. It just reminded me of home, it’s a pretty common name in Portugal.”, you tried to explain your connection to Lucy’s same. Shock was written all over her face:” How did I not know you’re from Portugal?”  

“I guess we didn’t talk that much over the year, to be honest it felt like you were avoiding me..so I thought you might not like me.”, nervously you put a loose string of your hair back your ear. Something in the sincerity in her voice made your heart beat faster:  “I wasn’t avoiding you.”

“But we did not really talk much either.”, you remarked.  Quietly the defender agreed: “No, that’s true.”  “See? But why? Is it because you hate me?”, you pressed on. Immediately Lucy scoffed:  “I don’t hate you, that’s ridiculous.”  “It’s a little. I mean you wouldn’t have lent me your blazer if you did, right?”, you admitted with a shy grin. Your grin was reflected on the dark-haired woman’s face: “No, and we wouldn’t be drinking wine and talk if I didn’t like you.” “Sorry.”, you apologized in a whisper.

Determined she shook her head: “Don’t worry. It’s not on you. I was very distant.” “But why?”, the question was out of your mouth even though deep down in your heart you could already sense the true answer to it.  What followed was your teammates confession:“ I thought you were distractingly hot.” “Distractingly hot, huh?”, you teased her. In a playful tone Lucy continued:” It’s the end of the year, it’s time for confessions.”

“When why did not you say something the whole year?”, you wanted to know baffled. The English player answered smiling: “Bit weird, isn’t it? Just showing up after training to tell you’re hot.” “Yes, to be fair no one feels hot after training, we all just want to take a shower and a nap.”, you replied understandingly.  You felt Lucys arms pulling you into an even closer hug when she joked: “Oh, that’s what you say, I thought you looked your hottest all sweaty.”

“Can we switch off the lights again? You make me blush with that weird compliment!“, you asked, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks. Lucy seemed to enjoy watching you. Determinedly, she shook her head; “No, the lights stay on.“ Rolling your eyes, you heaved a sigh; “Okay, I guess it’s time for my confession.“ “Go ahead?“ “I was really sad about the thought that you might hate me because I did find that you were quite a talented and hot player.“, you whispered in Portuguese. Your team mate smirked at you; “What now, talented or hot?“ “Can’t it be both?“, you asked innocently.

Lucy nodded, apparently satisfied with your answer; “It can be. I’ll take that compliment.“ “It’s better than the sweaty one!“, you protested. Unimpressed, Lucy grimaced at you; “Oh come on. You can’t take a joke? That takes away a lot of your hotness.“ You rolled your eyes; “Rude!“ Lucy answered with a soft chuckle. Gently, you tilted your head; “So you would not like to kiss me right now?“ You didn’t fail to notice that the defenders eyes got bright at your suggestion but she shook her head; “No.“ “Okay.“, you shrugged. You could tell she was lying from the way her gaze got caught on your lips. “But I do want to kiss you at midnight.“, she continued her answer with a grin.

You held your breath for a second, the sound of her words sending shivers down your spine even more than the chill of the room itself. At the same exact moment, you both looked up as something clicked in the lock and the door was left open. “The door is open!“, you almost yelled and got up from the floor. Lucy followed close behind you; “Finally!“ When you stepped out of the small storage room, there was no one to be seen. Everyone was busy enjoying the party. Whoever was responsible for this must have disappeared somewhere in the crowd.

Only Aitana passed you two, looking excited; “Here you are! We’re all on the balcony to watch the fireworks!“ Lucy didn’t fall for her innocent demeanour; “Thanks for letting us out in time.“ Keira appeared with two small bowls that she handed to you; “You’re welcome. Here are some grapes.“ “Uhm, thanks, I guess?“; Lucy looked from the grapes back to her fellow English woman. I contrast to her, you immediately knew what was going on. You gave Keira a smile; “Oh, perfect. Thank you.“ On your way outside, Keira explained to Lucy; “It’s a Spanish tradition.“ The night sky was perfectly clear and the air was crisp and fresh so close to midnight. “Don’t worry. I’ll show you, Lucia.“, you grinned up at her. “Show me?“, Lucy repeated, laughing.

Smiling bright you commanded her: “Open your mouth.” “I like where it’s going.”, the defender grinned dirty. Giggling you told her:“Oh, trust me, me too.” “Is this a challenge on how many grapes I can fit in my mouth?”, she asked curiously. Amused you enlightened her on the Spanish tradition: “You’re supposed to eat one grape with each clock strike.” “Those are the twelve grapes of luck.”, Aitana added. With a wink you said to the English player:“So, stop talking and start chewing.” “Easy.”, Lucy replied.

Satisfied you watched her start eating:“There you go.” “She still understood it wrong.”, Keira observed and rolling her eyes at her fellow country woman. The Spanish midfielder seemed very happy with what was going on as she concluded: “But at least she’s quiet for once.” “So nice.”, Mapi teased her good friend in the team. With a half full mouth Lucy mumbled: “Not funny.” “I think it’s.”, Keira interjected.

Now the dark-haired woman turned to you:” Where are your grapes?” “Here.”, you held up your bowl so she could see the fruits in them. Chuckling Lucy gave you an audible push:” Let’s hurry up with eating then.” “Go, go!”, Mapi, Ingrid and their girlfriend cheered on you as if you were making an important goal in an all or nothing match when in reality it was just eating grapes.

Watching you eat them in a rapid tempo, the English defender gave you worried glances:” Don’t choke, okay?” “I’m okay.”, you reassured her laughing. Relieved Lucy replied: “I hope so.” “Don’t worry we take care of your luck, Lucy.”, Aitana winked at her. “Oh, I know. The door didn’t close itself on us.”, the dark-haired woman answered promptly.

As the clock stroked midnight you exclaimed happily:” Happy New Year, girls!” “This is going to be a very happy new year for me.”, Lucy observed with a cheeky grin on her face before giving you a passionate kiss. You could already taste that 2024 was going to be exciting.

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Domestic Bliss

Miguel O’Hara x Reader

Warnings: early smut, penetration, a loving husband, throwing up (later on and not in great detail), pregnancy scare, non use of “protection”

word count: 1.1k

Before Reading: established relationship, married couple who lives together, he’s showing his love language of service and is so sweet, there is a pregnancy mention at the very end and i plan on a part 2, if you don’t like that pls don’t read <3

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"Mige, please,"

you grabbed onto the bed sheet next to you, gripping the soft surface tightly as you knew you were slowly becoming cock drunk on Miguel’s relentless pace inside you.

Another orgasm was building its way up, your abused clit being overstimulated for what seemed like the hundredth time.

It's the sixth round tonight and you could feel the slow dragging tiredness creep into your consciousness. You loved it, every round and ounce of attention you received from the man who towered you made your heart skip a thousand beats, but when it was this late? You needed a break.

You grabbed the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling just harder than normal as the stream of Spanish mumbling of: "tu eres mio, tu eres solo mio, te amo, te amo mucho, " finally came to a halt.

He looked up, suddenly aware of your overstimulation. He pulled out in an instant, pushing your hair out of your face, feeling your temperature and giving you a kiss on your forehead.

"Fuck, mi amor, i'm sorry. Lemme go grab you some water and let's get you cleaned up ok?”

You reached up and grabbed his hand, a lazy smile drawn on your face.

"Baby just stay, please. Just for a little, okay?" He nodded and leaned back down to kiss you temple before promising he'd grab a towel and come right back.

Miguel ran from the kitchen to the bathroom, multitasking as he filled a cup with ice cold water and wet a towel while bringing another one to dry you.

He returned, somehow having pre-cut fruit in a bowl too.

You laughed to yourself; he had definitely planned this out and had that prepared earlier today.

The wet towel was dabbled along your forehead and behind your neck, he cleaned your thighs and gently allowed the cloth to freshen your intimate area as well, a loving expression never once leaving his face.

You sat up, insisting you could put your own hair up as he handed you the fruit and placed the water on the nightstand.

"Here, mami,” his shirts were always big on you, a man with the shoulders the size of a whole kid was bound to wear a few sizes up.

Setting the fruit aside you pulled him into the bed next to you, taking the water and placing it to his lips.

"Drink, baby. You always do this like you don't need to be taken care of, too." He smiled, taking a few gulps of the liquid before turning it to you to do the same.

He looked over you, admiring his plentiful red and purple love bites scattering your skin. He could never stop looking. It quite honestly might be his favorite sight in the world.

You put the glass down, watching him pull on some boxers before cuddling up to you.

"What, I don't get underwear but you do?"

He nodded, pulling your head to his chest gently as he felt sleep slowly come to claim his time.

“Mhm, baby you don't need those," a peck on your hair, “m’ can grab some of my boxers if you want. I know you like them.”

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Squinting as you felt the suns’ light practically harassing your eye awake, you immediately grasped the area next to you as you realized Miguel was gone.

You sat up, alarms going off in your head as you made a mental recheck of everything he had told you he was doing today; which was nothing.

Where was- the smell of bacon filled your senses as your anxiety washed away.

You flipped the covers and reluctantly climbed out of the warm cocoon that was your bed, turning to gather the dishes from the night before and finding them gone.

“Swear to the fucking spider gods this man is always two steps ahead,” you rubbed your eyes, stepping into your fluffy matching slippers and trudging to the kitchen.

You were met with a sight hand crafted by the gods.

The sizzling sound of bacon and the rejuvenating smell of freshly squeezed orange juice filled your senses. The one responsible, a complete marble sculpture of a man, stood with him back turned to you and soaking in the morning sunlight.

This is it. This is peak. If anything ever happened that changed this reality you might just have to end it all.

Miguel noticed your presence, smiling instantly and nodding towards the food cooking.

“Mi sol, ven aquí. I didn’t even notice you.”

You nodded lazily, coming behind him and resting your arms around his waist. Planting a kiss on his back before resting your head against it.

“Baby, why’re you up so early?”

He rubbed circles against the back of your hand, covering yours with his, “When the sun's up I'm up, you know?”

He turned around in your embrace, putting his arms around you as he took a second to maintain eye contact, “Did you enjoy last night?”

You hummed in agreement and he gave you a slow, deep kiss, smacking your ass before sending you to the kitchen island, promising breakfast will be done soon.

Not even having the opportunity to sit for a few minutes, a wave of nausea hit you like a truck. You held your stomach and rushed to a bathroom , barely having time to lift the lid before the little contents of what was left of last nights’ dinner were flushed down the toilet.

Miguel turned off the stove and rushed by your side, his hands holding your hair up.

“Baby? Hey, it’s okay. You’re okay.” He fanned the back of your neck as you regained composure, somehow feeling instantly better now that your body did what it needed to.

You nodded, leaning on Miguel as you got up to go brush your teeth.

He pulled your arm, checking over you like a frantic parent as you dismissed his worries, assuring him you feel fine now and thanking him for coming to check.

“You’re not-“

“No. Mige’. We used protection and I'm on the pill.”

He leaned against the doorway, giving you space, “I mean.. we did take it off for the last few rounds.”

You gave him a burning glare, grabbing your toothbrush and applying the Spider Man themed toothpaste you both thought was hilarious when you found it in the aisle.

“Baby it doesn’t catch overnight like that,” you have him a kiss on the cheek, “ I’m sure it’s just my body having a reaction to how unusually rough we were last night.”

He hummed in agreement, giving you a quick kiss on the head and checking on the food. That explanation seemed good enough for him but truthfully you were worried.

It doesn’t take overnight. That’s the stuff of movies. Even if it, did you wouldn’t be feeling these results so soon. Your body was just in shock because of his roughing you last night.

Right?

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A/N: Ugh i caved and made a fic for him sue me

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“I’M HIS PRETTY PARTY FAVOR, HE SAYS IM HIS FAVORITE FLAVOR”

— Ethan Landry ★

PAIRING: Spider-Man!Ethan Landry x GN!Reader

SUMMARY: Spider-Man helps you out of party cuz ur WASTED and then Spider-Man is actually Ethan what?! OMGG!! Then it’s a cute moment but no confessing 😰 maybe it needs a part two? Who knows.

A/N: sorry for all the Spider-Man!Ethan content lately, he’s just living in my brain rent free rn 🫣

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Ethan entered the frat party with one goal and one goal only, to make sure his friends were okay. He only knew this party was happening because he was patrolling tonight and saw it and plus Chad had texted him to join you guys. You guys being Chad, Mindy, Anika, Tara, and you.

Ethan said he had Econ and couldn’t make it, which was a lie he constantly told. He really needed to come up with a new one.

Ethan was worried for his friends safety because the infamous Ghostface killer was back. I mean who would throw a party in a time like this? Let alone actually go to one. But he didn’t blame you guys, you were all stressed and scared. He was just glad it was a Halloween party so he could blend in easier since he still had his suit on.

He pushed past sweaty drunk teenagers and found his way to the living room where he found Mindy and Anika on the couch. Two down three more to go, Tara, Chad, and you. He wondered toward the kitchen and found Tara drinking, he’d definitely need to check in on her later. And he found Chad near the stairs, but the only person he couldn’t find was you.

Where were you? Ethans searched the party like twelve times and he couldn’t see you. It would probably help if he knew what you were dressed as. Just as he turned around to start at the front of the house again he bumped into somebody, “Oh, I’m so sorry-” he paused when he saw you. You were wearing a Spider-Man costume without the mask and your hair was slightly messy. You looked like you’d been drinking.

“Heyyy, we’re matching!” You stumbled forward and Ethan quickly caught you. “Yeah, I guess we are,” he chuckled. You were matching and it was quite adorable to Ethan but his main concern was getting you home safely. “Yours looks a lot better than- than mine though. Where’d you get yours? I just got mine off of Amazon,” you rambled as you played with the hem of Ethan’s mask. He gulped and gently took your hand away, now holding it.

“I just got it from.. from a friend. I’m borrowing it,” he lied. “Oh, cool. Do you want a drink? I can get you a drink?” Ethan quickly shook his head at your ask, “I’m alright, thank you though. I think you should find your friends and go home.” Someone bumped into you so the arm that Ethan had wrapped around your waist pulled you closer to him while his other hand was still holding yours. You kinda looked like a couple.

You shook your head, “I don’t know where the-they are. They’re probably partyinngg!” You exclaimed with a laugh. “Hey, who are you by the way?” Ethan was taken back by your question but he realized that you thought he was a complete stranger. You didn’t know he was Ethan Landry, you didn’t even know he was the real Spider-Man. You just thought it was a costume.

You removed the hand that was holding Ethan’s, much to his dismay, and you put it to his face. You examined him through the mask he was wearing and turned his head to the left and then to the right. “What are you doing?” Ethan asked confused. “You’re the real Spider-Man aren’t you? That’s why your costume looks so good! You’re him-!” Ethan quickly put a hand over your mouth and took your hand, “Lets go outside.”

You followed him outside the house party and stumbled down the steps. “So are you the real one? Or not?” He helped you down the last step so you wouldn’t eat shit on the concrete and led you to the side of the house. “This is getting creepy man-” Ethan interrupted you by ripping the mask off of his face. Your mouth dropped open, “Ethan? When did you get here?” He looked around to make sure nobody was near and got closer to you. He held your shoulders and got close to your face. “Ethan? What’s-”

“Okay, I need you to listen to me and you cannot tell anyone, okay?” You nodded at him and he continued, “Okay, I’m Spider-Man,” he said slowly hoping you could comprehend what he was telling you. Ethan could practically see the gears in your head turning and he saw your confused expression turn into a smile, then a laugh. “You-you’re Spider-Man? How much did you drink Ethan?” You asked through laughs as you poked his cheek.

“I didn’t drink anything-” he said swatting your hand away, “I’m telling the truth and I’m serious you can’t tell anyone.” You laughed again, “Okay, whatever Ethan. You have my word,” you said humorously. It was clear you didn’t believe him and he didn’t blame you. This was probably the worst possible time to tell you. He’s not even sure why he was telling you. Ethan sighed as he put his arm around you again to hold you up, “Okay, lets get you home.”

You nodded and let him walk you back to your dorm. It was chilly and your thin costume didn’t help. Ethan noticed your shiver and held you closer to him, “We’re almost there, don’t worry.” You responded with an inaudible noise and put your head against his shoulder.

When you guys made it there he grabbed the key from your shaky hands and went inside. He walked you to your bedroom and you flopped on the bed. Ethan put his mask on your dresser and went over to you. “Tired?” He asked and you nodded. He smiled softly and took off your shoes before pulling the covers over you and tucking you in. He took a moment to look at you, your hair was still slightly in your face but you looked peaceful.

“Hey Ethan?”

“Hm?”

“I believe you, about you being Spider-Man.”

He chuckled, “You wont remember this tomorrow.”

You ignored him and kept talking, “It makes sense because you’re always disappearing. And it makes sense because one time I saw the Spider-Man suit in your closet but I assumed it was for Halloween even though it was like April,” you giggled and he smiled at you.

“Hey Ethan?”

“Hm?”

“Why’d you tell me you were Spider-Man?”

He thought about it for a moment, “I don’t know I guess I didn’t want you to think you were being kidnapped by a Spider-Man wannabe.” You giggled and shook your head, “Is that the only reason?” He stayed silent and you nodded in understanding. You wouldn’t tell him but you were hoping he told you because he trusted you and because he wanted to be more than friends but maybe that was a lot to ask.

“Can you stay with me until I fall asleep?” He looked at you hesitantly and you scooted away from the edge of the bed. “Please, Eth?” You patted the spot next to you and he sat down. You two stayed silent for a moment before you put your hand on his cheek, “You’re really pretty, you know th-that?” You hiccuped and he smiled bashfully. “You’re drunk.”

“Nuh-uh”

“Uh-huh”

You smiled and closed your eyes, “Ya know, I’ll sleep a lot better knowing New Yorks friendly neighborhood Spider-Man is Ethan Landry.” He laughed and watched as your smile faded to a relaxed expression. And soon after he heard your small snores. He moved the hair from your face and stood up. He wasn’t sure what you meant by that exactly and he knew you probably wouldn’t remember this tomorrow, but he was grateful for the moment anyway.

He wouldn’t let it get to his head though. He’s liked you for a long time now but he wasn’t ready to confess yet. Ethan looked at you one more time before grabbing his mask and putting it on. He climbed out your window and swung away.

Who was he kidding, if you actually remembered this tomorrow he would definitely confess his love to you.

[monarchberrysblog]

Thinking about Dionysus! Gabriel...

MINORS DNI | 18+ CONTENT

Dionysus! Gabriel who praises the very ground you walk on the moment he sees you. This man is so distraught by seeing your very existence as he refuses to believe that you were left behind by a man-- a man you fell in love with after helping him kill the minotaur.

Left behind on an island called Naxos, he abandoned you, leaving you behind and sailing away, only seeing you as a liability more than anything as he pursued you to get closer to your sister...

The sight of you on the grainy sand with fear in your eyes felt like he just saw a puppy getting kicked to the side while fending for their life. The look of fear is legible, enough for any sane man to feel sympathy, especially for Gabriel.

Dionysus! Gabriel who literally fell in love with your beauty the moment he saw you sleeping on the sand, seeing how soft and warm you are.

Your soft figure is the first thing he takes in like wine, seeing your full, chubby figure. The toga did your figure justice, seeing your soft thighs peeking and seeing your soft, pudgy tummy against your toga.

After poking you awake with a stick, he looks into your warm, inviting eyes after you open them. He knew he had to take you in when your eyes landed on his.

Dionysus! Gabriel who takes you in, inviting you to his home, not wanting to see the look of fear in your eyes. Nowhere else to go (since you were hungry and thirsty), you oblige.

This 'home' in question was his 'cult,' and its members, such as women, slaves, and non-citizens, always enjoyed each other's company and drank wine—lots and lots of wine. The space immediately became your home, taking care of you and allowing his individuals, specifically letting the women play with your hair. (They love to play with your hair and braid it.)

Dionysus! Gabriel who feeds you grapes from his vineyards. Your eyes always shined in excitement when you tasted the sweet fruit. The sweet juices were a burst of flavor for you, along with the other fruits he offered.

Gifts slowly came in like a low tide at night, always offering you the first bite before he took a bite after you. But the final straw for the man was seeing you devour a peach he cut in half.

Seeing you eating a peach, juices rolling down your chin, the sticky juices on the tip of your nose, and you want to add honey to the already sweet fruit, the man swore he got a stroke at the adorable sight.

Dionysus! Gabriel who would do anything for you, even giving you a custom-made crown just for you after agreeing with his proposal. The crown became a sensation, to the point the women in your homeland wore them.

Then Gabriel (a hopeless romantic) takes your crown and shows it to the sky as a constellation, showing his undying love for you, forever showing mortals that he loves you and would do anything. And I mean anything...

Dionysus! Gabriel has beef with the demi-god, not knowing that the man would come after his beloved, killing you and sending your soul down to the underworld. After hearing this, he goes to the underworld to retrieve your soul and brings you to Mount Olympus, officially making you a goddess.

Dionysus! Gabriel and you will argue, but nothing too serious to break your love for one another. An instance of killing a spider comes to mind as you plead for the intimidating god to kill the spider, only for him to join you on the tree, not wanting to deal with the teeny spider that scared you.

"Why won't you kill it?"

"It has eight eyes!"

"You literally turned pirates into dolphins a while ago..."

"That's different!"

"Maybe if we don't move, it'll go away..."

"Gabriel..."

Dionysus! Gabriel who will be black-out drunk with you in the most hilarious way possible. While intoxicated, the man says that he's the most charismatic while drunk. What he meant is literally him getting on his knees for you and begging repeatedly. Non-stop, not taking a moment to breathe.

But most nights after partying in the morning felt like a trip of THC as you would wake up on Gabriel drooling on his chest while having a blanket half-assed on y'all nude bodies. But every time the two of you woke up in each other's arms, the man could barely recall how the two of you ended up on the same bed (Not that he minded or anything).

"Morning, Gabriel..."

"How did we end up here?"

"I have no idea..."

"Let's not think about it, love..."

Dionysus! Gabriel, who would give you the most intimate love sessions with you, not being harsh but rather sweet and slow. The way you mew under him, feeling his cock fill you, it was enough to fill him with euphoria. "There we go, you're doing so good..."

The soft praises were always replied with soft mews and moans, while the smooth, passionate strokes always left you clawing on his bicep. "How are we feeling? Is it too much?" He croons before a soft moan fills the area. Your hands reach up and comb through his hair, feeling your fingers intertwine with the wild vines that decorate his hair. "No, it's good..." You whine from underneath him, turning your attention to him once again.

The look in your eyes makes the man into a frenzy. "You're gonna look so good as a mama with your belly swelling with my baby."

The man gave you a fruitful of cute, chubby babies ever since...

This will get low activity, but since I have some mutuals who love Gabriel, here you go! 🩷

[running-with-the-feels]

any drunk headcanons??? who drinks more/less, who’s the lightweight, high tolerance, doesn’t drink at all, ended up making out etc.

ohohoho do I have IDEAS for this one

This list is just for the defenders (plus Bi-Han bc he will never be a villain in my eyes) but I can make another for the antagonists and Kombat Kids if y'all want

Johnny: This man can and will outdrink god without breaking a sweat. It takes a lot to get him drunk but once you do, hoo boy does he get wild. He will flirt with anyone and anything he can and more often than not succeeds in seducing whoever he has set his sights on (he even managed to bag Fujin once)

Sonya: Knows her limits and has no desire to test them, she'll drink if the occasion calls for it, but never more than a few beers.

Jax: Like Sonya, also just doesn't drink all that much as he doesn't really get the appeal. He did once get drunk and serenade the entirety of the special forces with a full rendition of Wicked in it's entirety. Sonya got it on video and it is one of her most treasured possessions

Kung Lao: Cannot hold his liquor, talks a big game but is a massive lightweight. He's also a tactile drunk, he wants to hug and be hugged all the time. Once, he even sat on Liu Kang's lap for five hours straight. Has drunkenly made out with Johnny cage more than once.

Raiden: Cannot get drunk and refuses to try.

Liu Kang: Massive lightweight, even worse than Kung Lao. Three shots in and he's giggling on the floor. He and Kung Lao have kissed while drunk before, but it was less a drunken making out thing and more an impulsive "I want my first kiss to be with someone I trust" thing. They didn't talk about it afterwards

Kitana: Like Johnny, could outdrink anyone. In fact, the two once had a drinking competition that did not end until they were both in the hospital from alcohol poisoning. To this day they have no idea who the winner was and it is the only reason Kitana respects him

Jade: Can hold her liquor, but honestly prefers to avoid it. She likes to keep her wits about her, years of training as a bodyguard don't fade.

Kuai Liang: This man has the tolerance of a wet paper bag, and once scared the shit out of a bunch of SF recruits bc he and Johnny got drunk on base and it was the only time any of them had heard him laugh. Kuai Liang is a talkative drunk too, he will say anything and everything that pops into his head with no remorse and then forget about it the next morning. He did once make out with Johnny Cage in a closet while they were both shitfaced and another time he spent the entire night curled around Hanzo's back like a spider monkey.

Hanzo: drinks on occasion but not often so his tolerance is decent but not phenomenal. Tends to smile more when drunk and generally be more relaxed, but also rarely gets any further than tipsy. Usually, he tasks himself with keeping Kuai Liang out of trouble on the occasions they both decide to indulge, leading to him being subject to Kuai Liang's playful flirting for the whole night. Poor man is struggling to keep it together and not drag the cryomancer off to a closet of their own.

Bi-Han: used to be a total lightweight until he started drinking with Sareena and now he can down moonshine without blinking. He does tend to wax poetic about Sareena when drunk and also made out with Johnny Cage in a closet while drunk (bc honestly, who hasn't at this point?) and when he told Sareena she just nodded, downed a shot, and went to find Johnny for her turn. The three started dating not long after that

Sareena: Drinks a lot, and yet somehow her tolerance never improves, so she ends up giggling and stumbling fairly quickly. She also has a tendency to sing while drunk

Fujin: Cannot get drunk either (god thing) but he keeps trying different beverages when offered bc he's too polite to turn them down. Has made out with a tipsy Johnny Cage in the middle of one of his parties.

Nightwolf: Does not drink and despises the idea of doing so, though he won't tell anyone why. He and Fujin tend to keep each other company as the rest of the defenders get shitfaced, basically babysitting them.

[opertabry]

wrong number smau ➝ q&a (half written)

synopsis ➝ peer pressured by your group members, you ask a fellow idol for her number. but when you texted her that night, you realised that she wasn’t the person you were texting. what you didn’t know was that she gave karina’s, aepsa’s hotshot visual and leader, number to you.

chapter 21 ➝ q&a

“i gotta go and get my makeup redone, i’ll be right back to watch you, okay?” karina whispers into your ear, making you jump slightly.

“wait what? aren’t we answering the questions together?”

“nope, it was a last minute thing. making us go solo you cool with that?” you nod slowly while furrowing your eyebrows as you felt her nudge you towards the chair that was set up in the middle of a completely white set. you sighed before shuffling over to the chair and gently plopping yourself down. you glanced over to karina, who threw you finger guns before moonwalking into the makeup room.

you smiled, shaking your head. what a loser.

you played with your fingers nervously as you watched the interviewer sit herself down across from you.

“y/n, don’t be nervous, it’s just fan questions. we’ll be starting in five minutes. get yourself ready.” you never got used to the sound of the directors voice, it scared you because it was so loud - even if you knew it was coming. five minutes flew by, mainly because you were zoning out, but that did not feel like five minutes to you.

“okay, y/n, you ready?,” you nodded in the general direction of his voice, “and.. ACTION!”

interview starts;

[i: interviewer]

[y: y/n]

i: hello y/n

y: hi!

i: could you introduce yourself?

y: oh yes, sorry. [turns to camera, waving] hello, everyone! i’m kim y/n from lesserafim!

i: we have a series of questions from fans that they want us to ask you.

y: that’s exciting, i love answering fan questions.

i: so y/n, contrary to popular belief, i’m sure you’re not entirely fearless, right?

y: yes, not many people know this, [laughs] but i do have some fears but i’m working on them. so FEARNOTs, wait for me okay?

i: this is our first question from fimmiesupporters in atlanta; could you tell us some of your fears?

y: oh! atlanta, i’ve been there before, great place. um, are you sure i’m allowed to say anything i want?

i: slice of life is all about transparency, so yes.

y: uh well, im really scared of alcohol, spiders and people. i got that from zuha actually.

i: ah kazuha! ive seen that clip, it was with sakura right? but alcohol? why?

y: yeah it was with kkura unnie. but that girl, zuha. [shakes head] i really want to look into her mind and see what’s in there. and i guess i’m scared of it because i’ve seen how bad it could get.

i: bad? how so?

y: when it becomes an addiction, and how it could really change a person. i’ve had someone i love lose themself to alcohol addiction. so it hits a little too close to home.

i: so, you probably don’t drink, right?

y: yeah, i cant bring myself to drink. i was actually supposed to go on youngji’s nothing prepared show, but i said i couldn’t.

i: so it’s just that you don’t like to drink? what about other people?

y: sort of? i mean, i don’t like to drink, we established that. and well, it’s not like i’m going to look down on people who drink. i mean, kkura unnie and chaewon drink quite a bit to relieve some stress too. i think i’ve already kind of warmed up to the idea of being around people who are drinking, but it’s just to the point where you are drunk and aren’t aware of what you’re saying or doing, that’s where i get uncomfortable.

i: so you’ve never drank alcohol before?

y: [shakes head] no i have, like once. when i turned 20. just a little sip though.

i: ah of course, you always have to try when you turn of age. so what do you think of the arising drinking shows that have recently become popular and trending?

y: it’s good entertainment, so i don’t really see a problem with it. but i, personally, won’t watch it.

i: so you haven’t seen chaewon’s or karina’s nothing prepared episodes?

y: no, i haven’t.

i: ah, i see. okay, next question! fearkkura from taiwan asks; i heard you’re a big twice fan, who’s your bias?

you opened your mouth to answer, but your eyes flickered to the figure standing by the door. karina. how long had she been standing there? and you felt yourself going into auto-pilot after that, you couldn’t focus properly when you could feel karina’s stare burning into your side.

woaaah y/n lore???

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[ripmyselfxd]

I’ll Protect You - (Spider man/Peter Parker)

Summary - Spider man saves you for a group of boys, he walks you back to your house and kisses you right before he leaves.

Warnings - threatening, kissing

Proofread - Yes

It was a dark, rainy night in Queens. It was silent, almost to… quiet as you walked out of the local bookstore. You were researching a famous writer for a book-report.

As you walked the lonely streets of your hometown, you came across a group of boys, though you didn’t recognize them. As they came closer you turned around and headed back the way you came, seeing as they where probably drunk with beer cans in their hands.

“Where you going, sexy?”

“Come ‘er and give me some love.”

“What’s wrong, baby? Scared?”

They surrounded you, trapping you. You didn’t want their trouble, you wanted to get home, but it seems as they had other plans…

“Just let me go.” You struggled against one of the boys’ grip. They pushed you against the alleyway wall, your cries muffled by a boys’ hand. Just then, something swooshed behind them, and you saw a figure, but you couldn’t make out who it was. The person put a finger over their mouth, to say ‘shh’. You stayed quiet, as the person took them out one by one.

“HEY!-“

“Please don’t-“

One by one, they dropped to the ground, until not a single one of them was standing.

“Are you alright?” It was a male voice, and as he came forward, you saw the outfit and realized, “Spider man? What are you doing here?” “I came to save you.” He picks up the book you dropped to the ground and handed it to you. You took it and mumbled a ‘thank you’ before walking off “W-Wait!” You turned around to see him jogging towards you, “Would you mind if I… walk you home?” You smiled “Of course.��

You walked in silence the first couple minutes until he sparked a conversation. You talked the whole way home, not realizing you were home so fast.

“Well, thank you for everything.”

“No worries, I’ll protect you anytime.”

You smiled, slowly walking towards each other, “So, Mr. Spider, I guess this is where we part?” You say, looking at him as he wraps his arms around your waist, “Yeah, see you later.” He leans into kiss you, “Yeah, see you.” You lean in closer to him. Your lips meet, sparks fly. It was pouring rain and thundering but you don’t care, neither did he. As you pulled away, you looked at each other one more time before he shot a web and flew away. You fell asleep that night, a nice feeling that he will always protect you.

[wilsonthemoose]

Watch Out For Sammy

Written for Week 2 of the Dark!Dean Event: "The things I'm willing to do or kill... it scares me sometimes."

"Watch out for Sammy," said his father as he hefted his duffle and walked out of a hundred different doors in a hundred different towns.

Dean thinks of that often. And he's thinking of it again, standing at a crossroads.

Teen and Up Audiences | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Major Character Death

Corpse (brief and non graphic description), Spider (brief mention), Season 01, Season 02, All Hell Breaks Loose, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Angst

Here's how this will end: one half-drunk night, Sam Winchester will call his father's phone just to hear it go to voicemail, just to hear his voice. He will hear his brother instead, saying "John Winchester is dead."

It will be the first quiet doubt.

It goes something like this: he's standing over the dazed, half-conscious form of Jake, he's walking away, he's walking towards his brother.

He's waking up in blood-stained clothes.

He's grieving. He's drunk. He's dialing a number from memory at a rusty payphone.

"Watch out for Sammy," said his father as he hefted his duffle and walked out of a hundred different doors in a hundred different towns.

Dean watched him as a child, taking his first steps toward him, making paper airplanes in a motel parking lot, doing crosswords by the window, running laps under the midday sun.

He watched him across crowds and under day-old newspapers in California. Watched him juggle several jobs over the summer, pick trash off a highway (a volunteer but if Dean could have walked up to him and said hello, he would have started with a lousy joke about convicts). He watched his lamp left on during exam week and watched him buy asprins in drug stores, play volleyball on the lawn.

Dean stayed at shitty motels and picture-perfect for-sale houses with camp beds and a phone number to call if shit went sideways.

And when it did and he called, with something like a hundred miles between them and a burning apartment and a dead girl, his father answered, cut him off before he got more than a word out, said "I know. I'm sorry," and hung up.

And that was all.

Years earlier, on Sam's 17th birthday, scraping a whetstone along the edge of a blade, his father had said, almost as if he were wondering aloud (except he wasn't the type to voice his thoughts unless he meant to) that Sam would always need someone watching out for him.

(Dean had spent the day ribbing Sam about being all grown up, ruffling his hair and baby-talking him until he'd brushed Dean off and gone out for the day.)

Dean had muttered ascent with a shrug and in the days, weeks, and years following, had watched his father's oppressive watchfulness, and realized, uneasily, that he had meant it.

Sam had been a sweet little thing, still slightly jaundiced and too small to do much more than look and smile the first time their mother had transferred the bundle gently into Dean's arms.

Dean had sat still as he could, holding his arms stiff where his father had positioned them ("You have to be careful with his head,") and had decided, with childlike sincerity, that he would never let anything happen to his little brother.

He'd somewhat failed at that. In a hundred scratches, scrapes, and stitches. A hundred different monsters and as many close-runs, but he'd kept Sam alive, and when he did get hurt, Dean had been there with a first-aid kit, and, when Sam was older, a smuggled flask of whiskey.

They drove for hours at a time, for months, chasing cases across the states and a father more elusive than any ghost.

Sam slept badly, tossing and turning, waking breathing like he was still in that burning room.

Their father never answered another call or voicemail, but he turned up, once or twice, worked a case with them, and left as abruptly as he'd come.

"Watch out for Sammy," he'd still tell Dean in way of goodbye.

He wasn't given to asking questions. He hadn't been raised to it. "Shoot first, ask questions later," his father had drilled into him and Dean was nothing if not an effective soldier.

But there was something in the way John treated the two of them. The way he'd give Dean the gun and send Sam to guard the victims (what's a shield except the thing you don't mind getting hit, Dean would wonder). The way he trusted Dean, the way he didn't trust Sam. The way he'd come back smelling like whiskey and suspicion, the way he'd look at Sam, the way he'd question him, coaxing and concerned for years at first, then harsh, interrogative, about everything from what he'd been dreaming about to why the ever-loving fuck he'd sympathized with a werewolf several months back.

"You never ask questions," his father had said over a drink with half a smile and something of a challenge.

You'd never answer had flashed through Dean's head and lingered like a doubt. "I don't need to," he'd said instead.

Dean wasn't given to asking questions, but he knew how to get an answer when he needed one.

Slit a throat, hold out a chalice to catch the blood, ask a question.

Tie down a demon, drown it in a tub of holy water, ask a question each time you let it come up for air.

He knows. Yellowed eyed demon, special children. His father's hand curled around the neck of a bottle, cigarette-yellowed nails white as he stares at Sam.

If Dean failed as a child, let a striga get too close, let a werewolf take a nasty swing, let Sam's head connect with asphalt that one awful morning in Iowa, he fails all the worse as an adult. Sam dies in his arms.

He once asked Sam what he'd really wanted when he'd gone away. Normalcy? Safety? You know what happens to normal people. You know how safe they are.

Tracing his thumb along a line of stitches, Sam had answered, hesitantly, slowly, "It was never going to end. Dad's crusade— it would end with all of us dead."

They lay him down in a little abandoned cottage just outside Cold Oak.

Sam looks small, suddenly, bangs askew, collar turned up, but with the wound hidden under him, Dean can convince himself Sammy's just sleeping. He looks peaceful, younger than he has any right to be, innocent, like the years of hunting haven't yet left their mark on him. Like he'll sit up any minute now and go after their Dad to make sure he doesn't kill that kid.

A large spider crawls off the wall and over his folded hands, it's near Sam's collar by the time Dean springs up from his chair and beats it away.

He stands at a crossroads, buries a box in the ground, waits five long heartbeats, and turns

Red eyes flash, long white arms unfold to hang by her sides, "Hello, Dean," she says.

"I'm here to make a deal," he says. "My father for my brother."

Her teeth flash in a smile.

"I'll always watch out for Sammy," Dean tells his father instead of goodbye.

[dark-elf-writes]

It became natural for Sasuke to spend meals and night with Naruto and his family a few times a week at least. Sakura even secretly followed them one night and was intercepted by one of Naruto sisters!

It was even common to see Naruto dragging other people to meet his family, but they were all from the village. So a few were quite surprised to see Naruto dragging around a red hair shinobi from Suna. Gaara was so confused

The first person Naruto brings home, even before Sasuke, is Choji.

The other boy is made fun of nearly as much as Naruto is and it’s unfair. He is so kind and helpful. So what if he looks different. So what if he likes to eat. That was how his body helped him store his chakra. It only made sense that he would eat more than other people did.

Choji falls in love with the lights and colors. Falls in love with the little hole in the wall restaurants that dot the street that always refuse to charge them, laughing as they promise some poor drunk sucker would make up for it. He’d feel worse about it if he didn’t see the same person that sneered at Naruto get charged three times the normal rate for a dish. He thinks he starts to understand it then.

Shikamaru unsurprisingly comes next. He is practically glued to Choji’s side after all. His sharp eyes and analytical mind catch on almost immediately. Though he’s not sure he believes it until he sees one of the older residents pluck a broach from her own hair and use it to help pin his bangs back (cut in a spar when he wasn’t quite careful enough with his usual ponytail. His mom promised him they would grow back out but it would take time. He thought it was a drag) with a fond pat to his cheek.

Shino comes next, another outcast. Another undesirable. He thinks of spiders, beautiful and deadly, as he listens to tittering laughter behind intricate fans. He adores them just as much as he loves his bugs. And in turn no one flinches when one of his beetles get curious and crawl over the back of a hand. They smile at him and call him their ladybug. He knows then.

Then comes Hinata, a scared fragile thing. She is swept away by some of Naruto’s sisters and comes back with shine on her cheeks and her head held a little higher. She is still a timid thing, but she doesn’t look one wrong word away from shattering completely anymore.

But Gaara? They would have a hard time getting any of the Sand Siblings back. All of Naruto’s family knows how rakish Gaara could have been their kit. Hated and scared and turning those same feelings outwards. His siblings? Just as shattered and hurt and scared? They would be taken in to. Kankuro learns to make his war paint pretty as well as intimidating. Temari’s smile takes a razor sharp edge and her lips are painted a deep blood red. Toxic to anyone but her. Gaara blooms under the attention just like Naruto did, wary eyes glinting with something like hope as they fawn over him.

A clan. A family. One that they made for themselves.

[erikahenningsen]

Candis

Who said “I love you” first

Cady. Janis still has some trust issues and always has the worry in the back of her mind that people secretly hate her/are making fun of her behind her back. It was too big a leap of faith to say it first, but as soon as Cady said it, Janis said it back immediately.

Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background

Cady has a selfie of them with Cady kissing Janis's cheek while Janis makes a face as her phone background. Janis's phone background is usually art- or meme-related, but she has a widget on her phone that rotates through photos of Cady/them together.

Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror

Janis. They're not romantic, though. It's shit like "the devil made me do it" or "prepare to die in seven days." Cady hates horror movies and does not find them funny.

Who buys the other cheesy gifts

Cady. Janis's gifts are mostly homemade, but Cady loves to give Janis cliche things like flowers and stuffed animals or matching bracelets.

Who initiated the first kiss

Janis. They had been on the couch in Janis's garage laughing over something stupid—Janis doesn't even remember what—but then they suddenly stopped laughing and stared at each other. Something about that moment felt different, so Janis just decided to go for it and asked if she could kiss Cady. (She said yes, obviously.)

Who kisses the other awake in the morning

Cady, because she's always up first and Janis sleeps late. She gets bored.

Who starts tickle fights

Cady, although she always catches an elbow or knee to the stomach.

Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower

Usually Janis, if she's awake early enough to catch Cady in the shower in the morning. It's an incentive to wake up earlier, although it means they're in the shower for like half an hour which basically evens it out.

Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch

Cady, because Janis will sometimes get so focused on whatever she's working on that she'll forget to eat entirely, so it's as much of a wellness check as it is a date.

Who was nervous and shy on the first date

I think they both were. It took a long time for their friendship to turn romantic, because they had both convinced themselves that the other wasn't interested. It was a little awkward on the first date but then they realized it didn't have to be any different than them just hanging out as friends.

Who kills/takes out the spiders

Cady takes them outside. Janis just leaves them be. She's bigger than they are. They don't scare her.

Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk

Cady. She's a very happy and loving drunk. She starts listing everyone she loves about Janis to anyone who will listen.

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