#yes I picked her up and put her in a nice place a spider like her would thrive

[egreed]

I got the golden ticket and I'm gonna buy a house to find more spiders in

won 15 spider points by taking a spider out of the house and letting it outside. that i can cash in for rewards and prizes at the spider points store

[ysrjune]

[ OLDER BROTHER!STEPHEN / YOUNGER BROTHERS!SAM & SCOTT ]

[ using the last name: barringer ] #🫂

#💙 [ 8 years age gap between the three ]

[ sam & scott are twins ] #👨🏻‍🤝‍👨🏼

ENJOY ! ♡

"Really?!" 7 almost year 8 old stephen asks in excitement when his parents announce his mothers pregnancy. "im gonna be a big brother!!" he exclaims happily, holding onto the forearm of his father. he was even more excited when he found out that he'd be having 2 brothers.

when stevie's mother had finally given birth to the two boys, her older son was first to come in and see. steve had pushed his father out of the way so he'd see his mom first. "Mommy!" he runs over to her bed. "Are you okay? how are you feeling?" he pouts, noticing how tired she looked. he held his hand to her cheek. "I'm just sleepy, I'll be alright, sweetheart." she responded and nodded over to the small beds where her babies had been placed. "Go take a look at your little brothers." steve looked back to the beds and then back to his mom. "I'llbe right back!" he kisses her cheek and leaves to the other side of the room.

"Hey, free babysitter for the next 15 years." stephens Father jokes to his wife after he had walked off. "Yeah, but he's gonna wanna get paid for it someway or another. He's not that nice."

stephen stared at both baby boys with a small smile tugging at the corner at his lips. he glanced down to the names at the front of the small boxes and raised an eyebrow. "Mommy, which is which? they both say S. Barringer," stevie looks back at his parents. "The one on the right is scott. the left is samuel." she responds. steve whips his head back to the newborns. "You just had to take my first initial, didn't you?" he smiles. "Now when we you go to the same elementary school I do, the teachers are gonna be like, 'didn't I have you 8 years ago?! didn't you grow?"

—

scott and sam were now five, and stephen was 13. "stevie," sam shyly tugged at his brothers pants. stephen was slicing apple slices for the little boys. he was babysitting them on a rainy friday noon. "What's going on, bud?" steve answers, keeping his eyes on the knife. "im cold!" sam whines. "it is pretty cold in here, isn't it?" The older boy pauses, looking over at crazy scott who was laughing at the TV. "Okay, cmere. Let's go get you a sweater real quick, and then I'll give you your apples, yeah?"I want an orange.." sam responds, reaching for his brothers hand. "Alright, I'll peel you an orange. but you gotta make sure not to get messy like last time, okay?" he takes sams hand and guides him to the room. "Okay, promise."

—

"SCOTT—NO!" steve smacks scotts' hand away from a mouse. "what?! its just remy!! from ratatouille!" he reaches back for the mouse, but steve picks him up. "remy is a rat, not a mouse. plus, I do not need you to be touching every living thing that you see! its nasty!" steve tells him and places him on a countertop. "dont look," stephen says to scott. "wh—AAAAHH!!" scott screams as soon as stephen tricked the mouse into a trap. "STEVIE WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!?!" scott cries. "I told you not to look," the older boy shrugs, biting back a laugh. yes, he could have just trapped it in a box or something and then put it outside, but the trap was right there.. and he also warned scott.

"Bud, you do this with everything we kill. last time, you were whining about how daddy long leg spiders should be left alone in MY room." steve crosses his arms over his chest. "Because they eat all the bugs in your room! they help!". "I dont even have bugs in my room! I have no need for a house spider." scott frowns, looking down at little remy. "Hey, it's okay." steve walks to the counter. "You'll forget about it in a week."

—

"Hey stevie, I need your advice." 5th grade scott strolls into steves room as he built his Lego set. since he graduated, he didn't have much to do when he wasn't working. he didn't go to college het because his parents thought it would be a good idea to take at least a 2 year break since stephen was always hard on himself with school. "Can you come back later? im kinda busy. trying to focus." steve responded slowly, more focused on which pieces go together.

"It's important! like, super important! I'll be quick." scott whines, laying on steves bed. "Fine," steve rolls his eyes and spins around on his chair to face his brother. "Five minutes. go." he points at his watch. scott was quick to say what he wanted. "So there's this really cute girl at school, and I have a crush on her, but I dont know how to tell her, and I was wondering—" he sucks in a breath after talking so fast. "Since you had a girlfriend in high school, you could give me advice."

"woah dude, I said you had five minutes. not seconds." stephen smiles and then rests his chin in his hand. "Mm, high school relationships are way different from elementary and middle school ones." he starts. "I guess you could just start off with telling her that she's really pretty." steve suggests. "or you know, share your juice box." he smirks, remembering how back when he was 10, sharing a juice box with a girl was equivalent to making out.

"I dont really know what else to say, buddy. I dont really know why my girlfriend liked me in the first place. I was a dork." steve chuckles. "You still are!" sam laughs, walking past the room. "HEY," steve WHIPS his head over to the door, hearing sam laugh his ass off in the hallway. "Get over here, punk!" he stands up from his chair and chases after sam.

steve came back with messed up hair and face a little pink. "Where were we?" it was common for sam and steve to get into small, playful fights. "That you're a dork." scott reminds. "Right," steve adjusts his glasses and clears his throat. "Yeah, uh.. I guess girls like when guys are true to who they are. they dont like guys who pretend to be someone they're not." he informs his little brother.

"they dont like jerks either, so.. I hope you've never shut down her laptop unexpectedly or pulled her hair." Just by the look on scotts' face gave away that that's exactly what he had been doing. "Elementary Boys," stephen rolls his eyes. "stop doin' that. she's gonna think you're annoying. annoying doesn't equal flirting."

"Okay, okay.. so just be myself then?" "Yeah. now get out." stephen loved his brothers to death. he loved to spend time with them as well.. but when he was in his room doing his own thing? he wants to be left alone. he doesn't get much time to himself anyway, so it's not like he was pushing anyone away.

—

stephen was the one to help sam dye his hair for the first time in middle school. they were in steve and his girlfriends' brand new apartment. his brothers visited often. scott really liked steves girlfriend. she was pretty, nice, and just cool in general. so while scott was with her, watching a movie, steve was on the balcony, dyeing sams hair. steve had no idea that his mom didn't even allow this. sam told him that it was alright.. boy, were they both in for big trouble.

"two colors? sam, you're gonna kill your hair, dude." steve says, still adding the blue to one part of sams head. "eh, hair grows back. just dont mess it up, got it?" "dont mess it up, got it?" steve mocks sam. "please, my girlfriend works in a salon and makes me go there sometimes. ive dyed more hair than times that you've snuck out of the house." which was a lot. "shut up stephen, just hurry up." sam rolls his eyes. "attitude," stephen rolls his eyes back but keeps adding the dye.

— HIGH SCHOOL ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ VALENTINES DAY

"What did you get her?" Stephen asks Scott. Scott and his girlfriend had been together since 8th grade, and now he's a sophomore. "A teddy bear and one of those heart chocolate boxes. Milk chocolate. She doesn't like dark chocolate." Scott answers, searching his closet for something to wear later. "Im gonna pick up a boquet of forever last roses later, too. This girl Jenny, in my 4th period, makes them for a good price."

Stephen hums in response, sitting on his brothers bed. "How about Sammy? he have a valentine?"

"Nah, man. He's too scared to ask out the girl he likes. It's not even like she's with the 'popular' crowd either." he airquotes. "hes just a bitch." Scott shrugs. "Hey, watch it. I know it's easy for you to talk to girls, but you gotta remember that Sam is shy." Stephen reminds. "Cut him some slack."

Scott scoffs and looks back at the older blond. "Hes been shy for sixteen years, tell him to get over it. If the girl doesn't like him back then, oh well. Like, at least he TRIED to get at her, you know? shows that he isn't scared." he turns back and finds a shirt he wants to wear. "Would also show everyone that he isnt gay."

Stephen cocks an eyebrow. "People still think that?" He doesn't like to talk about it because it makes him feel bad—but he also thought Sam was gay for a little while.. until he found the magazines that Sam owned. "Yeah," Scott chuckles. "This dude Josh won't stop bringing it up either." He lets Stephen in on the drama, now shifting over to the drawers where he kept his pants.

"You don't tell him to lay off?" Steve asks. "No, yeah. I do, but he just doesn't listen. That guy doesn't listen to anybody, not even his own folks." he purses his lips. "Don't think that I don't stand up for Sam when I can," Scott looks back. "I just don't do it as often because, one, Sam gets embarrassed and all defensive about it. He says that it makes him look like a pussy. And two, like I said, Josh doesn't listen."

Steve hums a response and bites his lip. "I see," he sighs. "Well, I guess." He stands from his brothers bed and smoothens the wrinkles he made on the blanket. "Nice talk. Have a good time with your girlfriend, yeah?"

"Thanks. Happy Valentines day." Scott says and walks into his bathroom.

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Sam didn't want anyone coming into his room. ever. Not even if it was Steve.. and Steve was his favorite. He had his annoying, loud music blasting in his room while he also looked for nice enough looking clothes. Scott was wrong. He did have a valentine. A cute girl that didn't even go to the same school. She was a friend of a friend.

He had flowers on his bed, a basket that was full of makeup that she liked, a matching satin pj set, candy, and a pair of fluffy socks. She didn't like chocolate. He had remembered that from the first time she said it when they hung out a couple weeks ago.

For the sake of her parents thinking he was atleast a little normal; he didnt wear eye makeup. His dad had forced him to remove his piercings a few months ago, but whenever he wasnt around, he'd put them back in so that the holes wouldn't close.

—

"What the fuck?" Scott looked surprised when Sam came down the stairs looking all handsome and put together, gifts in his hands. "What the fuck?" Sam mocks and rolls his eyes. "Hey, language." Their mother warns. "You look do handsome, baby." She walks over to Sam and kisses his cheek. "And so do you!" She turns to Scott and kisses his nose. "Ohh! my baby boys!" she smiles and swiftly takes her phone out to snap a photo.

Sam looked totally embarrassed. Cheeks pink and lips pursed. Scott was only smiling. "Im gonna get this printed out." She squeals and goes on the couch to show Steve. Their father walks up to both to them. "Do I have to give you two the tal—" "No." The twins say in unison. "Okay, good. Because honestly, I don't want to talk about it."

Stephen had already given it to the boys when they hit highschool. Mostly because their father didn't want to do it, and they definitely weren't going to let their mom say anything.. but also because it just felt less awkward with their brother telling them.

Their mother ended up making all 3 boys take a photo together. Captioning it: My boys are all grown up.

"Do something exciting, dude. Gotta tell me all about it." Scott nudges Sam before going into his car. "Yeah, if im not nervous." Sam huffs with a little smile. "See you," Scott smiles and gets into his car. Sam nods his head as a goodbye and goes down the driveway to his own car. Before starting the car or anything, he took a little plastic bag out of his pocket. The baggy that held all the metal he liked to put in his ears and face.

Sam looks on the mirror, screwing in the ball of his labret. Then he does all his ear piercings and drives off.

—

Steph was definitely not happy to hear that his brothers were doing drugs. Especially the fact that they were both addicted. But the boys being bad influences on their big brother, they drove to a park in the middle of the night one time and got Steve high.

This wasnt Steve's first time getting high. Hes not that lame. This was just the first time he's ever done stuff like this in front of his brothers. He's usually so responsible and smart about his decisions. So seeing him french inhale and making a smooth ghost was mind blowing.

"Did I ever tell you guys that I almost got a girl pregnant in highschool?" Steve says. "your girlfriend?" the younger boys ask at the same time. "No," Steve answers after a moment of silence, smirking, looking at his brothers. Already baked out of their minds, Sam and Scotts jaw drop and they look at eachother, then at Steve. "you are JOKING me bro." Scott holds his finger out. "say you SWEARR," sam says.

"Swear." Steve laughs. "I was a freshman. I was a fine responsible young man." He starts #loredropping. "I didnt go out much either, so when I wanted to, I was allowed. Whatever, I was hanging out with this girl named Rebecca. She and I had kissed here and there during the summer. Left hickeys here and there," he keeps going on, explaing the kind of relationship he had with Rebecca to the boys.

If you asked Sam and Scott what Steve had said that night, they'd reply with: Uhh that motherfucker is lowkey NOT an angel. (they dont really remember what Steve told them.. hence why he only told them when they got high.)

"so yeah our whole thing went on for a year until the next summer. thats when it happened. We had a pregnancy scare, bro. I swore that I might have had to kill myself." He wouldnt. If Rebecca would have actually ended up pregnant, he'd be there for her. "So after all that, she stopped talkin' to me which is understandable. Then that year I met my girl."

#OLDERBROTHERLOREDROP #DONTHAVEUNPROTECTEDSEX

— STEPHENS WEDDING ˚୨୧⋆｡˚

Of course his brothers were his best men. Yeah, usually theres only one, but hey. Its his wedding, he can do what he wants.

This time, Sam actually took out his piercings and didnt wear makeup. He also did his hair. (sort of..) Scott? he looked the same, to be honest. Just a little more musuclar and growing into his adult features. Him and Sam were now 19 and Steve was 27. He proposed the year that the boys graduated.

"Damn, he's OLDD," Scott says loudly to Sam while Steve was getting ready. "Yeah. Its almost like he was our baby just yesterday." Sam fakes cries into his hands. "I JUST! I CANT!" Scott pretends to sob on sams shoulder. both of them started 'sobbing'.

"You guys are so annoying." Steve rolls hie eyes.

Guess what? The boys actually did cry when Steve was giving his vows. Scott just let it happen, but Sam was trying to be nonchalant about it. Only because there were professionals photographers.. and he knew damn well that Steve probably said something to them about: if they start crying, take close up shots. And there were. LOTS from Scott, and thankfully only like two from Sam.

"You cooked." Sam pats Stephens shoulder in the limo on the ride to the hall. "Rizz was out of this world." Scott chimes in. Poor Steve was confused. He did NOT understand what those words meant. "What the hell are you talking about?" The twins laugh and ignore Steves' question. Instead, they were singing along with a couple of other guys to the song that was playing on the speakers.

—

At the hall, the boys (sam) were so different. dancing, singing along to girly songs, stealing liquor (which wasn't too out of character), and talking a lot more. Sam had grown some balls and made a speech about how he loves Steve and couldn't ask for a better older brother and how his now wife has always been so nice, and he's glad that shes apart of his family now. Scott basically said the same, but it sounded less sarcastic. Sam didn't mean to sound sarcastic, and everyone who was family or a family friend knew that.

But the brides side of the family? yeesh. they thought Sam was genuinely being rude. whoops.

The twins danced with their sister in law and their brother a lot that night. Scott had even attached a 20 dollar bill to Stephens wife when everyone got their turn to dance with the bride and stick money on her. Sam thought it would be funny to only donage a dollar (it was.)

That night was so fun, but the afternoon when the boys woke up on the living room floor was not. "WHAT IS THAT?" scott screams from his bathroom, yelling for sam. "WHAT? WHAT! WHAT!" sam freaks out. scott points to his neck. a hickey. but his girlfriend wasn't at the wedding.. she couldn't make it. Sam looked at him straight in the eye through the mirror, not saying anything. But then he burst out laughing. "you are SO fucked." he keeps laughing until he realizes something. He also had one. actually, a few. "WE are so fucked." scott says.

did i cook

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[httpdwaekki]

phobia | b.c.

summary: you have arachnophobia but luckily you had an aussie to help you with it.

wc: 1.1k

warnings: mentions of spiders! i tried not to get too specific but they are still mentioned heavily.

a/n: my first request ah! @anjian03 ty so much for the request, i hope i did this justice :) i honestly might write a felix version in the in the future so definitely let me know if that's something you'd want :) anyway! i hope you guys enjoy and as always, drink water, eat something, and take ur meds. <3

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(pictures are not mine! credit to owners!)

you never liked bugs, never have, never will. spiders in particular, terrify you. no matter how small, what color, you will always hate them. naturally, you fell in love with an australian, which was both a blessing and a curse. 

now chan is well aware of your dislike of bugs, even more so of your phobia of spiders. so when he invited you to go back home with him, you were hesitant. of course you wanted to meet his family and berry but all you could think about is the 8 legged arachnids that reside in his home country.

chan could see the immediate panic that took over your features. you were well aware of how irrational your fear was, and you definitely didn’t want it to get in the way of you meeting your boyfriend’s family but you couldn’t help it.

“you’re worried about the spiders right?” you nod, picking at the now chipped nail polish that covered each finger. you were sat across from him on your couch, head hung in embarrassment. he gently grabbed your hand, rubbing soothing circles on the back of your hand. 

“hey,” he shakes your hand gently, making you to look at him, “i get it, okay? you don’t have to go if it’ll stress you out too much. you don’t have too, okay?” you quickly shake your head.

“no no, i wanna come.” you reassure him. “are you sure?” he asks, searching your eyes for uncertainty. “yes, i wanna meet berry and your family and see where you grew up.” you nod smiling, squeezing his hand. 

“okay, i’ll be there the whole time okay?” he reassures you. you lean forward, placing a loving kiss to his plush lips, before wrapping your arms around his neck. “i know channie,” placing a soft kiss on his neck. “thank you.”

a few months later, chan finally has a break and you find yourself in the warm city of sydney, australia. you had been there for a few days, and it wasn’t as bad as you had imagined. you hadn’t even thought about the arachnids since meeting his family.

 simply focusing on chan enjoying the limited time he had home with his family. it was nice to see him so relaxed, and carefree, not worrying about deadlines or comebacks, just enjoying life.

and that’s exactly what he looked like now, playing with berry as you helped his mom clean up from the delicious dinner she had cooked. she was finishing washing the last of the dishes as you dried them. you both went back and forth, telling your own stories about chan, laughing and smiling at the precious boy in the next room.

after the dishes, she starts tying the bag in the trash can. you stop her, “oh, mrs.bang, i can grab that.” she quickly shakes her head. “no sweetheart, you’re a guest, i’ve got it.”  you shake your head right back. 

“please? you cooked all day and i think my mother would yell at me if she found out i didn’t do more to help.” you insisted, reaching for the bag. she relents, handing you the bag, “okay, you win, the trash is  just around the house, but make sure you put on the light. you never know what nasty buggers are running around out there.” she laughs.

your blood suddenly runs cold, a stark reminder of the things that made you scared to come here in the first place. you knew she was joking, just a light hearted comment but you couldn’t help but freeze.

she looks at you concerned, “are you okay?” you smile, nodding. “yes sorry, i’ll be right back.” you make a quick exit, finding the side door, making sure to flip the light switch first.

once outside of the door you take a moment to breathe. you look out to the australian sunset, trying to relax for a moment. it was still light out, but still dark enough to need the light. after a moment or two you finally move towards the trash cans.

unbeknownst to you, chan had made his way out to follow you. his mom asking him to check on you as you were taking a while, before making her way to her room. this set off silent alarms in chan’s head, as he was well aware of the presence of the specific 8-legged creatures that you loathed surrounding the trash bins.

as he made it to the door, he hears the unmistakable sound of your scream. he quickly yanks the door, yelling your name. you run into him, letting out another yelp. “hey hey, jagiya, it’s just me, it’s chan, you’re okay.” you shove your face into his neck, hands shaking as you wrap your arms around him.

he wraps his arms around you, rubbing your back, glancing behind you where he finds the trash bag on the floor, and the dreaded 8-legged creature on the handle to the trash bin. he places a kiss to the side of your head, “are you okay to wait for me by the door?’ he whispered into your ear. you nod your head, slowly releasing him, making your way back to the door.

he quickly moves to grab the bag, brushing the spider off with the bag before lifting the lid, placing the bag inside. he makes his way back to you, opening the door, ushering you inside. “come on, let’s wash our hands quick, then we can lay down.” you nodded, making your way to the sink.

the shaking slowly subsides as you slowly wash your hands. chan notices the slight shake stil present in your hands. he softly wraps his soap covered hands over yours, stopping your movements. “you okay baby?” he leans over, whispering into your ear. you nod your head, you’re face heating up in embarrassment. “i’m sorry.”

he shakes his head, quickly rinsing your hands before drying them. he places his hands to your warm cheeks, your eyes shiny as they look into his. “you have nothing to apologize for, okay?” you slightly nod your head.

“you got scared, it happens it’s okay.” his thumbs gently rubbing your soft cheeks. “i’m so proud of you, my brave baby.” your cheeks become even warmer. you let out a giggle, dropping your head, shaking it a bit. 

“i’m serious bubs, i know you were scared to go out there but you still went.” you smile, placing a kiss on the side of his mouth. “ come on, let’s go lay down.” he grabs your hand, leading you to his childhood room, where you spent the rest of the night, cuddled together, looking at chan’s babies pictures.

you may never get over your phobia but at least you have chan with you to help you.

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Scarlet Weaves

Wanda Maximoff x Spider-Man!Reader

a Scarlet Webs story

It had been like a dream for Wanda. A new world. A new love. A new chance to live and love again.

She was undoubtedly in love with her Spider Monkey, you. It was amazing. The city welcomed her with open arms and even the press gave you and her a cute nickname: Scarlet Webs.

You and her had settled into a nice routine: breakfast with the team, patrol, date night, and then cuddle for the rest of the evening. It was simple, sweet, and it made Wanda feel like there could be a balance between hero and home life. Her heart only grew more and more for you. That life with a home and two little boys seemed so close to a reality.

So much so that she began looking at houses in the Queens area. It was just a mere fantasy but she just loved looking at pictures of houses in Queens. She even got so light jeering from Tony about it.

“Looking at housing for you and your web head?” He’d let out a little laugh. “Just pick one! I can buy any property you want. Just say the word, Red”

Tony kept you and the rest of the team on his payroll. Made sure that you and her were never starving or hurting for money.

Anyway that brings you and Wanda to tonight. You were having a little date night on the town. You were currently making out on a giant web that you spun in some hidden area of the city.

Wanda couldn’t help but giggle. It felt so enticing yet scandalous. You kept one hand on her back while the other was gently holding her cheek.

The two of you lost track of time as you rolled and kissed on that silky web. Wanda couldn’t help but feel like a teenager again.

“Detka” she whispers, out of breath.

“My little witch” you smile back as you gently massage her back. You never felt this way about anyone, let alone someone from another universe.

“I love you” she whispers against your lips.

“I love you and I’m crazy about you” you stare into her eyes longingly.

“I-I’ve been looking into some houses for us” she admits with a little embarrassed grin and blush.

“Really?” You ask back with smile. “You want a little place for us?”

She nods, “I-I love you and…I want to have a family with you. I-I know it seems like it’s all so fast and-“

You cut her off with another kiss. “I want you to be my family too. I’d love to grow old with you, have some kids with you, maybe have one too many drinks with you, watch some old sitcoms with you,” you found yourself rambling.

Wanda couldn’t help but laugh, she loved it when you rambled on like this.

She cut you off with a kiss of her own. “How about you feel about two boys and a little dog?”

“Sounds like paradise to me,” you answer back. “M-my aunt is selling her house in Queens”

“Really?”

“She’s allowing us to put in a bid for it. If you want” you shrug.

Wanda always loved your family. Honestly she could see herself growing old and raising a child or two in that house.

“Did you put in a bid?” She asks a little excitedly. You pull out a house key with a little smirk.

“We just have to sign the papers”

Wanda tackles you to your web, giggling and kissing you. In her excitement, Wanda’s hips end up grinding against yours. Her hands wander into your hair. Your own hands gently make their way under her shirt and up her spine. The two were lost in the heat of the moment. Little moans escape her lips. They were like a sweet symphony to your ears. How you longed to hear more.

“I love you. I love you so much!” Wanda cries. She never thought she could be this loved ever again.

“Wanda,” you groan a little, “we’re still technically out in public.

“Then take me home.” She purrs in your ear, “where no one can disturb us” she gently bites your lip.

“Yes ma’am” you whisper back as you pull her close and swing off your web.

Wanda Maximoff. The witch who literally fell out of her world and right into your arms. She finally found a reason to love again and a home to call her own. And it was all thanks to a little spider she calls her detka.

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[fish-eat-fish]

⋆ Gwen x f!reader ⋆ Sleep ⋆

request: @hyunslvvr can u pls do one for f!reader x gwen where they have a day in and they just stay in bed:)

tags: fluff, comfort, wlw, cuddling

word count: 2.1k

a/n: im paving away at requests rn, this one had me kicking my feet i LOVE gwen stacy _:(´ཀ`」 ∠): THANK YOU EVERYONE FOR REQUESTING FOR HER, another one for the gays <3

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Un unbelievable stack of homework and two essays due. You couldn’t believe it. The sunlight beamed through your window and shined onto your desk, papers covering its surface as you tiredly scribbled on your assignment papers. Friday night and you had nothing better to do than weekend homework, how miserable. You sighed, tapping mindlessly on your desk when a buzz from your phone interrupted you. Picking it up, you smiled seeing it was Gwen.

It read, “on the way, open ur window!”

You sighed at the words, setting down your pencil and getting up out of your chair to unlock your window. Gwen had a bad habit of breaking in when she wanted to. You’d already assured her your family was okay with her visiting, preferably through the front door. But she always insisted that it was easier this way. Socializing seemed to sometimes stress her out you noticed.

Unlocking your window with a click, you raised it open, taking a nice breather as cold air blew in. The sunset was particularly nice today, and you didn’t quite mind seeing your favorite person right now. Sitting on your bed, you spiffed up your room for Gwen, making the bed and cleaning your cluttered desk. Just as you were about to exit your room to go and grab some snacks, a few knocks on your window sill signaled that your girlfriend had arrived. You turned around and beamed.

“Hey, sorry for the late notice.” She apologized, sitting on your window sill and climbing down from it. Taking off her white mask, Gwen sat down on your bed, crashing down on it. Until she rose up again.

“Oh, sorry.”

“Thank you for remembering.” You teased. Watching her take off her beaten-up shoes, and carefully placing them near the window on the floor. She let out a huff, flopping back onto your bed. Gwen’s suit was a little damaged and scratched. She looked tired.

“I’m not keeping you from anything, am I…?” She asked. It was obvious that she felt guilty about her visit. But you’d reassured her many times before that your room was always available to her whenever she wanted. And so was your company.

Eyeing the homework on your desk, you declared your study session over. It didn’t matter all that much compared to hanging out with her. “Nope. I’m glad you dropped by actually, I was getting bored.” You explained, looking at Gwen as she folded her legs up on your bed. Gwen awkwardly rubbed her arm as she looked around the room.

“So…”

“Yes.”

She raised her eyebrow, “You don’t even know what I was gonna say.”

Rolling your eyes, you responded, “Yes you can sleep over. I don’t mind.”

Gwen smiled at you, relieved. You leaned back against your desk, “I’m glad you’re here.”

She smirked, “What, you missed me?”

“Actually I did, yeah.”

Looking at Gwen, you figured that she didn’t have the best day today, being a crime fighting hero and all. Walking up to her and leaning down, you placed a hand on her cheek and gave her face a quick kiss. She chuckled and peered up at you. You held onto her cheek momentarily, “I’m gonna go and get us some snacks. Have you eaten anything today?”

“Oh uh, I haven’t had the chance yet.”

“Gwen.” You said, sternly.

“I just had to go to band practice, then there was some jerk downtown and-” She spoke quietly, her voice dying down as you stared at her, an irritated look on your face. Gwen sighed and grabbed the back of her neck, her hair falling down to hide her guilty expression.

“Sorry…”

You sighed, smiling at her nonetheless, “I’m gonna go make us some food. Stay put Spider.” Gwen grinned at you, watching you walk out of the room. She took a deep breath, lying down as she observed your room like she always did. She loved the comfort you and your space brought her. Your room was decorated with posters and fairy lights.

Gwen looked around, deciding that she should probably change. It was an unspoken ritual for Gwen to pick out something from your closet. You’d let her do it once, for a sleepover. But ever since, she’d found routine in picking out an outfit of yours for her to wear and potentially keep if given permission.

She walked up to your closet, finding a pair of pajama pants and an oversized tee. She slipped it on as she changed out of her spider suit, carefully tucking it away to where it was out of sight. Just in case. Gwen tugged the shirt towards her face, taking in your scent. Her senses were filled with just you, as she felt at ease.

Walking over to your bed, she noticed a new photo in your little collage of Polaroids. It was from your last hangout. “The Mary Janes Concert–October.” In it, Gwen was holding you by the waist, her drumsticks clasped in her hand. Your arm held her cheek for a kiss, whilst the other held up Gwen’s Polaroid camera. Gwen was laughing as she looked in your direction, feeling proud of your praise of her performance.

That night your throat was so raspy from cheering for her, and Gwen felt absolutely ecstatic as you tackled her after the concert. She was happy to introduce you to her band members after, grabbing you by the hand and speaking with pride to announce you as her one and only girlfriend.

Gwen stared at the Polaroid, taking it in. She smiled and reached out, touching the photo. Moments like these felt surreal, and being reminded that someone as amazing as you were willing to stick by her and be in her life, made her woozy. Gwen loved you a lot.

The door cranked open as you walked in, a plate of sandwiches in one hand, and a mug of freshly brewed tea in your other. You set down the food on your nightstand, glancing at Gwen as she took her hand away from the Polaroid hung up above your bed. You observed her, obsessed with the way she looked in your clothes.

“Being nosy again?”

“Just lookin’ around.” She shrugged, tucking her blonde hair behind her ear.

You sat down next to her, the bed shifting under your weight. You held out the plate towards her, to which she gratefully accepted. Gwen dug in right away, mumbling incoherent words as she ate. You laughed at this, “I can’t understand you when your chewing, you know that right?” Gwen swallowed her bite and smiled at you, gesturing to her sandwich.

“This is seriously good. I’ll never get tired of your food.”

“Glad you like it.” You grabbed the mug off of the nightstand, passing it to her as she finished the last bite of her sandwich. Chamomile is Gwen’s favorite. You’d made an effort to always keep it in stock for her since she liked to crash at yours a lot. Gwen took it carefully in her hands, blowing on the tea to cool it down.

You grabbed a pillow off of your bed and hugged it to your chest, just quietly watching Gwen as she drank her tea. You gently smiled, as she seemed a little bit more energized now. Grabbing your own mug from the nightstand, you drank it quickly, uncaring of how cold it had gotten. Putting the mug down, you patted the bed. Gwen looked up at you curiously.

“I’m a little tired today, do you wanna…?”

Her eyes widened as she lowered her mug.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t mind.” She smiled at your offer, shifting off of the bed, and placing her tea on your nightstand. She lifted the covers off of your bed, carefully moving the pillows and occasional stuffed animals off to the side to make room. As Gwen got into the bed, you turned off your main light, allowing the darkness to consume your room. The sun had set long ago now, and it was time to wind down. You walked up to your fairy lights, switching them on so that only gentle orange light illuminated your room.

Carefully stepping over to your bed, you got in, placing the covers over yourself, noting how you were much colder before. The warmth of your covers had you snuggling into them deeper. You glanced over at Gwen, who looked a little unsure of what to do with herself. You two were still kind of new to the whole cuddling thing. It’d taken a long while for Gwen to be comfortable with physical contact like that on top of that. She let out a small laugh as you snaked your arm around her as you faced her.

“What?” You asked, curious of her amusement.

“I don’t think this position is natural for you.” She teased, noting how awkward your arm felt around her torso. Your body was also pretty stiff. Gwen’s face was gently glowing due to the string lights, her blonde hair fell down into her face as she shifted her body to face towards you. So much for being big spoon tonight.

There was a quick silence between the two of you. Your face was comfortably above the covers, whilst Gwen pulled them up to cover her exposed skin. Her heart was racing, as usual. She’d never gotten used to intimate moments like this, and she’d decided that she’d never get used to it. You made her nervous in all the good ways.

Gwen peered at you, the covers pulled up to half of her face. Nothing was said between the two of you. Leaning in closer, you gently moved her blonde hair out of her eyes. Talking no louder than a whisper, you spoke, “Your hair, I think the pink is fading, you should…”

Gwen shuffled, reaching out and grabbing your collar, pulling you closer to her. Her hair tickled your face as she hovered her face near yours, before carefully connecting her lips with yours. It was quick but intimate. And if not for the dark, Gwen would have definitely taken the opportunity to comment on the rising red on your cheeks. She pulled away, not completely leaving the kiss as her lips brushed over yours. And yet just like that it was over.

She cleared her throat as you lay there speechless, she glanced at your eyes through the dim room, avoiding eye contact as much as possible.

“We should probably sleep now. It’s getting… late.” She blurted. That statement was probably wrong, but you nodded anyways. Gwen’s internal alarms went off, as she criticized her judgment. That took a lot of courage, but she didn’t want you to know. Laying beside her, you stared at Gwen in awe and adoration. You loved this girl so much it was unbelievable.

“Fine.” You sighed. Gwen eyed you questioningly.

“Go on.” You said defeatedly. Gwen laughed at your words, smirking as she saw your expression.

“Finally.” She teased.

Turning over to the other side, you felt her cold hands wrap around your torso, pulling you in closer. Your bodies were snug against each other. Still being wide awake, you hoped Gwen didn’t feel your thumping heart as her hand was placed on your torso. She definitely did notice of course, but she was nervous too, hiding her face in your shirt.

You both lay there, nervous and awkward, as it was usually in the beginning stages of a relationship. You felt her move your fingers, playing with them.

“I think you’re the most amazing girl I know.” She spoke softly, into your back. Your heart fluttered at this. At Gwen’s voice, and the way she gave you affection.

“I love you,” you whispered out.

Gwen only smiled as she planted a soft kiss into your shoulder.

“I love you too.”

Yawning, Gwen mumbled something into your shirt, unable to really keep her eyes open any longer. You hummed, questioning what she said. But she didn’t reply. You’d finally calmed down, letting the comfort of the covers and Gwen’s warmth ease your mind. The city’s ambiance seeped into your room through the open window as you let your mind wander. Gwen’s breathing slowed down, her head placed on your back.

Readjusting yourself and the covers by pulling them up, you froze as Gwen stirred in her sleep. Cautiously, you pulled part of the covers over her. Gwen held onto your torso tighter and moved her face into your neck, her breathing tickling your skin. Holding her hand, you caressed her skin. Her hands were rough and calloused, evidence of her skills as a drummer.

Feeling Gwen twitch in her sleep, she subconsciously intertwined her fingers with yours. The only thing you could remember was Gwen’s touch as you dozed off. Gwen may have needed your comfort and presence the most after every day as Ghost-Spider, but she’d never understand that you needed her more than you let on.

✰✰✰

[yellowwithalisp]

Okay so like like hobie brown x goth!reader???

Like idk it just works!?!?

( HEAVY BREATHING-

AS A GOTH MYSELF I HAVE TO DO THIS!!! - Yellow 💛🌻) (No proof read. )

• Ok so, as a non-spider. He meets you when he and his drummer are checking out other words. They were checking out The Spectacular Spider-Mans world first, then yours.

• Gwen wanted to looked around at some of the shops. Hobie was just following her around. They found a mall and a Spenver's in it and we're looking around when he lays his eyes on you. Holding up some chockers up to you neck and asking the worker which one looked better on you.

• He of course just casually walks by with his hands in his pockets and says.

❝I think the spider one looks nice on ya. ❞

• You blink and watch him walk be and up to a girl she was looking at sunglasses. Your friend tried to get you to ask for his number, but you were too shy. So you just stocked with trying to sneakily watch him as he walked around the store. He started walking in a pattern around some of the piercings and when you expected him to peak around the corner, he disappeared. You looked around where the man was supposed to be and didn't see him.

❝You lookin' for someone mate?❞

• He said from behind you as he gave you a heart attack. Of course you mumbled no as he had a light smirk on his face.

❝Nice snake bites. They match you're black lipstick.❞

• You barely manage to respond thank you. You friend was talking to the girl who came in with this strange man. You were busy comparing music and he started to help you pick out some new earnings.

• He helped you find a new outfit, some callors, earnings, and he picked out some spider patches for you.

• They soon checked out and he gave you a wave goodbye as he left. The slowly waved good back as you're friend was smirking and leaning over the counter.

"What?"

• She slid over a receipt with a number writen on it. It was the guy's number on it!!

• You two had hung out sencs then. You both have went out shopping and he's even crashed at your place before. Played his guitar for you.

❝Lookin' very peng today.❞

"Oh-um. Thanks?"

• If someone was talking badly about you from behind you're back he was put an arm around him and pulled you close distracting you with some new lipstick brand or something. Anything to keep you from hearing the words other were saying.

• He'll let you do some eyeliner on him but that's it. You claim you wanted to try a new look and be angered to hold still for it. Nice look. He approves.

📱: Hobie, was that you?

📱: Yeah it's me open up. I go' some food.

📱: Hobie it's like- 11:23 pm.

📱: Yeah, it's 11:23 and i go' some food.

📱: Strings, could you come over here for the night?

📱: Sure thing sweethear'. I'm on my woy.

📱: Thanks.

• He makes sure to check in with this worlds Spide when he seen them and ask how your doing every now and then. If something ever did happen he mmaayyeee have built you a watch just in case. Made it so it would match you colors too.

• You try on some of you outfits to go out with him and he just enjoys seeing you happy. Pucks up some random make up that he thinks you would like on his "trips". A Beetlejust eyeshadow paper? Don' know. He thought you would like the colors. Yes, he had walked in on you blasting Bring Me to Life in your room when you thought that you were alone. He even learned some Evanescence songs on his guitar to play for you!

• You wanna get a tattoo but don't wanna go alone? He will be right there next to you holding your hand. A small guitar tattoo in honor of Mister "I hate labels."

• you made a necklace of one of his old guitar pick. Your lucky charm.

[eccentricgrace]

juice jam || IronDad

summary: peter and tony go out for smoothies, they get interrupted by some annoying paps.

tags: fluff, protective tony stark, banter, paparazzi, tony stark acting as peter parker's father figure

wc: 2,563

cross-posted to wattpad under the same name!

"Your pick is fine, I'm not saying it's not!" Peter argued back quickly, his eyes wide. On his own tongue, the cold icy fractals of his far more delicious Pink Starburst smoothie. "I'm just saying it's not the best one on the entire menu, that's all."

Tony held the foam cup of his Chocolate Moo'd in a protective vice grip— which is basically blended chocolate frozen yogurt —and screwed up his face. He lowered his shades with an inelegant poise and a good serving of disgruntlement. "Pete, you're drinking a smoothie that is literally called 'candy in a cup'. I think I'll take my own advice and hold off from the type two diabetes diagnosis for a few more years."

"Okay," Peter said. "Okay. Okay. But you haven't even tried it. I bet you'll admit mine is better if you try it. Ned did. He didn't believe me at first either, he refused to say anything was as good as the strawberry banana one."

"I'm inclined to agree with him just to tick you off."

Peter huffed and put the half-guzzled cup on the table. He pushed it towards Tony. "Just try it. You're so grumpy, Mr. Stark. For no reason."

"'No reason,' he says," Tony mumbled, reaching for the bright pink smoothie. "As if you didn't come into my smoothie haven, my church of juice, and begin spewing— spewing blasphemy."

Peter hid back his smile.

Tony had picked him up from school today. Plans were to have sitcom-takeout night with May, but as they were getting into the car, Peter had gotten a message about her having to work late. With their plans changed, and both of them damp with the autumnal rain that was nasty and cold the way New York rain usually was: of course the best way to waste time and beat the cold was even colder smoothies.

They were at the Jamba Juice at Rockefeller Plaza, which in itself was a feat considering the company he was in. Tony was wearing his "disguise", which really only consisted of his shades, a hat, jeans, and a hoodie pulled over his head. Nobody had noticed them yet.

Peter couldn't help but wonder what people saw when they looked at them in the corner of the store. The way they bantered sometimes, the ease of which they moved in each other's company— they'd been referred to as "father and son" more than once by cashiers and waiters alike. It was a nice compliment, to be seen that close to someone he looked up to. He could keep it tucked very secretly under his sleeve, for no other purpose than to keep him warm.

(And maybe sometimes he wondered how Tony felt whenever someone said something like that. The casual "I'll get a table for you and your son" or "you and your son look so alike!")

Tony took a sip of the pink smoothie, staring blankly ahead of him. Peter watched expectantly for something dramatic— his eyes to light up, his brows to raise, his hands to be thrown in the air with the angry astonishment of being proven dead wrong.

Instead, Tony sighed, put the cup down. Indignantly went to his own drink, furiously sipping at the straw. Peter's smile grew.

Then, finally:

"Fine."

"Yes!" Peter burst with victorious laughter, reaching over the table and taking his smoothie back. "I told you! I told you so. I would never lie about this. It's too important."

"Oh, so this is too important for you to lie, but when you had that little injury the other day, it wasn't?" Tony asked, a dry smile plastered on his face. "Is that what you're saying to me right now? Your poor old man?"

Peter's grin turned guilty, and he quickly went back to finishing the second half of his smoothie.

"Geez," Tony commented with amusement. "Ease up on that straw, you're gonna go into one of your spider-hibernation things. The middle of a Jamba Juice is not the time or place, kid."

"I think it's the perfect time and place, actually. Really truly. I can feel myself getting sleepy just thinking about it."

"Har har. What a comedian you are," Tony said, sliding out of the booth. He stuffed his phone back into his pocket. "You ready to go?"

"Yep!"

Peter wiped his hands of the sticky, watered-down juice that had dribbled down the side of the cup, and stood.

As he did so, the back of his spine began to buzz. He heard a series of shuddering clicks, and he narrowed his eyes to look around the small space.

"What's going on?" Tony asked casually, but there was an undertone of something distinctive in its quality for fixing things. He had clearly taken notice of whatever changed in Peter's face, because this was the voice he only used when they were dealing with Spidey extracurriculars.

Peter forced his shoulders to relax. He scratched at his face, half-covering his mouth, and lowered his voice to say: "Dunno. Someone's watching us."

Tony hummed impassively, but Peter saw his eyes sharpen, he saw the way the heads-up display of his glasses lit up faintly from behind the dark lense. He subtly scanned over the joint, like Peter did, and finally landed on something outside the window.

"Paparazzi," Tony said simply. He sighed deeply and began to shuck off his hoodie and hat. "Alright, kid. Pop quiz, listening? Trade."

"Uh," Peter helplessly let the trash in his hands be taken, and instead grabbed hold of the hoodie that was tossed into his hands. "I guess?"

"Put those on." Tony walked over and threw both of their cups and napkins in the trash. He walked back and smoothed over the wrinkles on his dress shirt. "Do you smile at the camera people?"

"Yes?" Peter guessed, his voice muffling through the fabric of the thick hoodie he was wrestling over his head. (Funnily enough, Tony's old clothes were all slowly becoming his size. It's crazy what a growth spurt and benching the equivalent of like, forty trains on a daily basis can do to a physique.)

"Wrong. Never smile at the paps," Tony shoved the hat over Peter's head, a baseball cap of the Yankees, which he as a proud Queens born-and-raised local would pretend not to be personally offended by. "They're gonna ask you a bunch of questions, are you gonna answer them?"

"No," Peter said, more sure of his answer this time.

"Good job." Tony reached over and fit the hood snuggly down on his head, drawing the strings in a little. "Are you gonna look at them?"

"No—" Peter squirmed as Tony started to mess with the hat to further cover his head. "Mr. Stark, is all this really necessary? I mean, they already got a picture of my face earlier!"

"Believe me, they're not gonna have that picture by the end of the day, and I don't intend to give them anymore." Tony patted him on the shoulder. "Alright, you're all set. Listen, this part is important: stay close to me, don't get lost in the crowd, and absolutely don't listen to anything they say. They're gonna try to provoke a reaction from you. Don't buy into it."

"Okay," Peter gave a smile, while a weak, uncomfortable laugh bubbled out from his chest. "I think I got it. I still don't get why you think they'd care about who I am, though. I'm not the celebrity, you are. They're not gonna care about some—"

"Spider-baby-asking-questions time is over," Tony said, raising his eyebrows. "The more we stand here, the more cameras there's gonna be when we finally get out on the street. Time to go."

"I—" Peter blubbered for a second, and then followed Tony quickly as he turned to the door. Stay close.

Peter learned quickly that Tony walked very fast when paparazzi were involved. He also learned quickly that paparazzi were the closest human equivalent to mosquitos in the summer heat. They swarmed, an entire bloodthirsty group that materialized out of seemingly nowhere, and they were so loud, all buzzy and everything.

He clumsily dodged through bright flashes of the most cameras he'd ever seen, never less than two feet from Tony at all times. If he wanted to, he could count maybe seven different people shouting questions at him, even more shouting at Tony.

"Kid! Look here! Hey! Hey, over here— Hey! Give me a smile! Can you smile for us? Hey, Tony!"

"Mr. Stark! Few questions for the record? What are you doing with a kid?"

"Hey, look over here! I've got a few questions for— Can you spare a minute of your time?"

Tony was valiant as he weaved through the mob, only glancing back every few seconds to make sure Peter was behind him and in sight. The occasional sarcastic comment that brought Peter back to watching YouTube interview compilations way before all of this.

Anyways, he made it look so easy, all of it practiced and seamless, which made sense after Peter remembered that his mentor practically grew up in all of... this. He wondered if Tony would tell him any horror stories of dodging this when he was a kid— he wondered if he even wanted to know.

"Tony, just a second! What happened with the Accords? Have you heard from Captain America?"

"Look over here! Here! Mr. Stark, who is that?"

"Kid, what's your name? Look here for us! Hey!"

He and Tony had almost made it to the car, and Peter was following all the rules. It was harder to not smile than he thought, solely because this whole thing had rapidly become increasingly intolerable, and Peter had a habit of smiling when he was nervous, but he was doing well so far.

In fact, it helped a lot to focus on how miserable it all was, really. When he felt a nervous smile coming on, he just redirected his attention to the cacophony of camera shudders that were assaulting his very sensitive eardrums, or the people yelling over each other, or even the general sound of several shoe pairs scraping over asphalt and concrete. Sensory hell. Don't even get him started on the flashing lights.

"Hey kid, get his attention for us!"

Peter's whole body buzzed loudly, and then he was yanked back by the wrist.

He was fine. Obviously he was fine. Maybe shaken, maybe even the tiniest bit impressed by the audacity, but he was Spider-Man, and he was capable of simply jerking his arm back— which he did.

The facts above apparently didn't matter in the slightest to Tony, because when Peter met his gaze again in the crowd, there was something in it so angry that his lungs went tight with alarm.

"Did you just grab him?" Tony said dangerously, staring at the offender with a blazing fury in his eyes. "Did you fucking grab him? You do that again you're getting amputated by the fucking limb, you hear me?"

He pushed back through the crowd and took hold of Peter's sleeve. Cameras flashed. Peter's face was a bright, embarrassed, cherry red. Tony was breaking his own rule, mortifyingly, just because of him. Oops.

"I'm sorry," came the voice of a man who absolutely didn't sound sorry. "I apologize sir, I just wanted a few lines for an article—"

"Oh, yeah, you wanted a few lines? I'll give you a few lines, buddy. What's your name? What company do you work for? Huh?"

Tony was yelling. Yelling like Peter had never seen him yell before, and the cameras continued to rattle and blind his peripheral vision. He tried tugging at his arm down to get Tony's attention, because the grip Tony had on his sleeve was firm enough to make his knuckles white and he'd surely notice the slightest movement.

"Mr. Stark, we gotta go," Peter tried. "C'mon."

Tony, his face still snarled up like the protective thorn of a blackberry bush, hesitated then. He schooled his expression into something tight-lipped and lock-jawed, and then steamrolled forward to the car.

As soon as they got in, Tony quickly locked their doors, and Peter let out the breath he'd been holding. He reached up and pulled the hood off, then tossed the hat to the backseat.

"Wow. That was—"

"Are you okay?" Tony asked, the stiffness never leaving his posture.

His eyes were darting all over Peter for any other signs of injury or distress. They lingering especially on his wrist for a moment, then Tony reached for his arm gently and scanned over the area with stressed meticulousness. His eyebrows furrowed, his trembling thumb trailing lightly over the skin.

"I'm all good," Peter promised, his eyes wide. "Really, I'm totally okay, no bruises, no breaks."

Tony looked... bad.

His eyes shot back up to Peter's, and there was a lot of guilt in the way they narrowed. If he didn't know any better, he'd say Tony even looked misty. Admittedly, that was horrifying; like it always was watching a trusted adult break down a little.

He always hated it when May cried, but she did cry— after a bad shift, or a sad movie, or one of those pet commercials on television, Peter always heard the tell-tale sniffle at his side, and the way she always would look up as if it would stop the tears. (It never did.)

But that was May, and Tony was not May. This just was different. Tony Stark didn't cry. Tony Stark was Iron Man, he was invincible, surely he wouldn't shed a tear just because some stranger grabbed his wrist a bit too tight.

Peter frowned. "Mr—"

Tony let go of his arm, then turned the key into the engine. He sniffed once, and didn't look back at Peter. "FRIDAY, I want all those articles and photos deleted as soon as they hit the web. Kid, seatbelt on."

"Yes, sir."

The car went silent, except for the anxious drumming of Tony's hands against the steering wheel. After a few long moments, even that had subsided. Tony seemed calm enough now that Peter's curiosity sparked up again.

"You looked at them," Peter spoke up. He looked at Tony through the corner of his eye. "You, uh... talked back to them too. Kinda broke your own rules."

"Yeah." Tony shrugged. "Well, rules kind of mean jack to me if I think you're in danger. Part of the job."

"The job?"

"Taking care of you. Making sure you're safe, protected, happy, healthy, learned, and whatever," Tony said, one hand coming off the wheel to make aimless gestures as he spoke. "You know, the job."

Peter's definitely heard of all of those responsibilities. The thing is, he heard them in some health class lesson, listed as the job description for a parent.

"The job," Peter repeated quietly.

Tony shrugged again. He turned at an intersection. "Yeah. Whatever, I read mentoring books. I'm a good student."

"Right."

"You sure you're okay?" Tony asked again, glancing over, giving him a quick scan. "Adrenaline should be worn off by now, huh? Still nothing hurts?"

"No," Peter said, feeling like he was in some kind of accidental-pseudo-father-acquisition daze. He blinked a few times at the sudden alarm in Tony's expression. "I mean—No, nothing hurts. I'm all good."

The relief again, palpable in the air as Tony relaxed in his seat. He nodded quickly and finally turned onto the Queensborough bridge. "Good. That's good. Alright. Great. This was fun, kid, huh? You had fun?"

"Yeah, definitely," Peter agreed easily. He let himself smile. He felt light. "It was a lot of fun."

"Good," Tony returned his smile. "Let's get you home to Aunt May, then."

"Yeah," Peter sat back in his seat. He turned the radio on and smiled comfortably. "Okay."

[marymary-diva17]

My baby you are my baby

spider x mom reader

content : spider x mom reader, navi/avatar spider, mentions of quaritch and the recons, and miles quaritch x reader

avatar masterlist

Your life had greatly changed since the end of the war with the RDA, as you had went through the eyes of ewya to save your life and it good. Given a place in the omatacayia clan as you had become one of the people, that was not the only thing in your life that changed. You had discovered you are pregnant your human body was pregnant, and it seems like eywa was able to save your child life as well. Soon your whole life had changed even more as you were living your new life for yourself and your unborn baby.

y/n " come on little guy we have to go see uncle norm and everyone else" you had gotten ready for the day after having some fruit, you were off to go see norm and the other for spider check up.

y/n “ I know baby I know” spider had become fussy when you picked him up, but soon calm down. You had kissed his forehead getting a smile from him. Soon enough you put spider in his baby carrier and soon left the home and village heading towards the base.

women " good morning y/n and you brought the little one"

y/n " yes we are here for his check up"

women 2 " aww he even more cuter then last time"

y/n " thank you ladies"

women 3 " awww little man will be like his mama"

y/n " well we have to see what he turns out to be like when he older" you soon went towards where a medical tent had been set outside for avatar.

y/n " hey everyone"

norm " hey y/n and baby spider" norm was in his human body today, you soon took spider out of his carrier and place him on the small table.

y/n " hey norm how are you doing"

norm " good now lets see how this little guy is doing" norm had started checking on baby spider, doing some things to get the boy to laugh.

norm " wow he gain weight since the last time he was here you are doing a god job"

y/n " well I have been making sure to feed him well when he hungry"

norm " he is always a happy baby and seems to be full of energy"

y/n " even when getting him to bed he will not sleep that night, because little man rather stay up" you soon kissed spider forehand making him laugh.

max " hey y/n and hey there kiddo" max soon walked towards spider giving the boy a smile.

y/n " hey max"

man 1 " you know the father of her child is him the colonel"

woman 1" yes I heard they were married and she had gotten pregnant"

man 2 " I hope he doesn't become like his dad we don't need his younger version here"

women 2 " hey be nice y/n has always been there for us her relationship with him shouldn't reflect her"

man 1 " oh come on she had the child of the man that did awful thing, are we sure he won't become like his dad"

women 2 " that none of your business baby spider is nice and sweet like his mom"

man 1 " for now wait until his older and we will see if the apple dose not fall far from the tree of wickedness" norm could see you were getting upset and you were about to say something.

norm " hey back off you know we cal all hear you right and you are being rude towards a baby"

max " shame all of you" you soon picked up spider smoothy and soon started put him in the baby carrier, everyone could tell you were upset about the whole situation.

y/n " I think we will be going now"

norm " y/n"

y/n " we will talk later norm I think it will be good to get spider out and about right now" You soon left with spider not looking back but you could hear some fighting going on behind you, but that was not your problem right now.

later that day

y/n " ......." you and spider had arrived at home and he was no in his crib napping, while you were doing some work.

???? " y/n are you home" you soon looked up from your work to see someone was standing at the entrance of your home.

y/n " yes I'm here you can come in Jake and norm" soon the two man had stepped into the home and looked at you. It seems like they were here to speak about something and you were staring to think it was about you.

Jake " I came to speak with you norm and max along with a few others told me of what happened today"

y/n " ......"

Jake " y/n you are good mom and women you gave up everything to help the navi even losing your life in the process as well"

y/n " thank you Jake"

norm " I had spoken to that group and they will come to you once they have worked on a proper apology, for their actions and words they were being rude towards you and your son"

y/n " spider is my baby I will do anything for him, but I know I can't protect him form everyone and everything, I don't know if he is liked among the human and navi"

Jake " the omatacayia love him even neytiri and mo'at love him as he is your son and child of eywa, he is seen as one of the people"

y/n : thank you Jake"

norm " hey I and everyone else on base love he the first ever kid born here, well along with neteyam and kiri they are the first kids born from avatar parents"

y/n " yeah"

norm " look we all know you love ... loved his father but what are you plans for when he gets older he will ask why he doesn't have a dad like all the other kids"

y/n " I have a plan to tell him when he older I know I can't keep the truth from him, but I don't know when he will know"

Jake " we will make sure no one tell him that for you to tell him no one else"

y/n " thank you Jake"

Jake " hey we are his uncles we will do anything for the little guy" you soon smiled and laughed, it was agreed on that day that no one will tell spider the truth unless it was you. Spider is your baby and you will do anything for him, he had a special spot in your place and that will never change. Even due the ones you love and care for are no longer here you will still remember and love them for their good and bad side, always trying to remember them well and prepare yourself for the future that will come when you sons starts asking questions wishing for some answers.

[ele-sme]

What if...

What if Mo'at adopted Spider

Mo'at was wondering around new hometree, walking next to her people, that always brought her serenity even after her home was burned down, she and the clan had gone on, fact of she was very pride.

When she arrived at the center of the hometree she spotted her youngest grandkid, which it wasn't difficult to see since he was walking on his hands with his legs up, next to him his brother and sister and another much shorter pink child.

What is a sky person doing here?

As she walked over to the kids she could figure out some more features of the child, his hair were blonde and in locks that remembered her of Jake hair.

As soon that her little girl saw her, the game that Lo'ak was performing finished.

"Grandma, grandma!" Kiri yelled coming over the older woman who easily picked the four year old in her arms.

The other kids followed behind, although the pink child (who seemed to be a boy) seemed to be cautious.

"Grandma, he is Spider" Neteyam said presenting the sky child.

"He is almost six!" Lo'ak said, his tone sounding like being six was the most amazing thing in the world.

"He is veryyyyyy nice" Kiri added giggling in her grandmother arms.

"Is a pleasure to meet you Spider" Mo'at said putting Kiri back on the ground.

The boy made a shy smile at the woman "hi"

As she and the boy exchanged looks, which were strangely comfortable at least for Mo'at, an avatar came to them.

"Mo'at" Norm greated the woman, who made a surprised gasp before standing on her full height to great the younger man.

"It is already time?" Spider asked with his tiny voice.

His voice is adorable

"Yes Spider, you can't stay out this much. It is dangerous" Norme explained picking up the child in his arms, and he rolled his eyes when all the presents children made an annoyed sound.

"Bye bye" Spider said meanwhile in the avatar arms who was raking him away, although he was saying it to everyone he looked at Mo'at eyes, which warmed her heart.

He seems to be such an adorable child.

Later on that day, when Alpha Centauri was on the end of his path Mo'at finded herself at the tree of souls.

As she connected to the tree, she was surprised to be surrounded by the green forest, Eywa not often made her have an encounter with someone, and when she saw her mate, Eytukan she couldn't do anything but smile at him, coming closer to him, to stand at his side.

He was watching as they're childern were playing in the nearby trees.

"How are you" he asked to his old mate, who made a sight.

"Honestly? Really tired. There is this big ceremony coming for the memorial day since it will be five years since it all happened, me and Jake are trying to do something perfect but it is so difficult" she explained quickly, lying her head on the other shoulder.

He maded an unsympathetic sound.

"Things can not be perfect, nothing is perfect" he reminder the woman, who stayed silent watching the little girls play.

"You met someone today haven't you?" Eytukan asked after a while.

"How do you know?"

"Resting with Eywa have is benefits" he responded.

"He is a human child," Mo'at started "he have this long sun hair, and the most adorable voice my ears ever listen to"

"Maybe you should try to talk with him more, since his voice is so adorable" Eytukan said with a mocking tone and Mo'at nudged him lightly.

"Is there a reason I was allowed to see you today?"

"Find it out yourself darling" he have her a kiss on the forehead side.

Then her eyes were open again, her ikran at some meters waiting patiently.

As she got to him, she explained the strange chat with her deceased mate, and as she connected the animal suggested to not go home immediately.

They flew for a few kilometres arriving at the place called hell gates, usually she would go there monthly to met Grace avatar, but this time she asked to be met with the child.

As they tell her the path she needed to do a few questions were raised.

"Why do you want to meet the child?"

"Have him done something stupid?"

"Do we need to put him in time out?"

"Do i need to spank him"

The last one maded shiver her, but ignoring all the questions she simply got to where the child was supposed to be.

As she entered what seemed to be an area of food, she founded the boy to be sit on a chair, drawing.

"It is you!" He said happily.

"It is me!" She responded picking the boy in her arms when he got to her.

Their embrace for some seconds, and as she breathed his smell she was pleased to see that his smell was nice unlike the others of his species.

As he got down her arms, he showed her all of the drawings he was making, and with the most impressed looks she watched each of them.

Her routine became the one of visiting the boy everyday, till the night before his six birthday.

When she came into his small room, she founded a child who had no idea of how to put the shirt of his pajamas on himself.

"Maybe is best if you sleep without" suggested

"But if I catch a cold?"

"Spider, it is mid August, i doubt you will catch one" her reasoning was that good that the boy undressed all of himself leaving only the underwear.

Mo'at carefully placed him in his bed, listening to what he had to say about the day he met and the day he was about to met.

"Would you like to come live with me?" She asked him without even realizing, those words came out of her mouth like it was the most normal thing she could ask a sky person.

"Yes yes yes" His eyes light up in excitement, putting his arms around Mo'at body, who soon hugged back too.

The very next day, she was in the Pod of her daughter, watching as the kids were playing on the ground with their toys.

Spider came in, and when he saw Mo'at he practically runned to her for an hug, which she reciprocated.

"Last night, you were seriously?" He asks her still in her arms.

"Yes, yes i was. Happy birthday sunny boy, now go play with the others" she said giving him a big kiss on the head.

Neytiri and Jake were confused next to her, looked at her for a few seconds before Neytiri could say "emh...Mother, what was that?"

"From December till now, i speded at least every evening with this child, we grown affection for eachother and i decided that he will come and live with me" she responded, her eyes on the kids, who were playing now all together.

"What?! But he is a demon!"

"He is a child. No child is a demon, not in Eywa eyes or mines" she darted back to Neytiri.

"You are trying to replace Sly with him? Don't you?!"

A slap was then spread across Neytiri face, causing all children to stop playing and Mo'at got up.

"Don't you ever say something like that again"

And with that she picked Spider in her arms and got away.

Sorry for eventuals errors, i did it half asleep.

[eilonwiiy]

Bookends ; A Witchlands AU

Chapter 13

After spotting Iseult with Leopold at the library, Aeduan has decided to walk away from their tentative friendship. But a weekend with his sisters (and the impending doom of Valentine's Day) puts his resolve to the test...

Summary: Iseult det Midenzi never expected to go to a top university, so when her mother falls ill and she is forced to drop out to make ends meet, life has never seemed so unfair. But when she starts working at the local library and is unexpectedly assigned in the Children’s Room, a certain monosyllabic man and his thrice-damned demon child start showing up and Iseult begins to wonder if the threads of fate have a plan for her after all.

Previous chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12

Ships: Iseult/Aeduan, Safi/Merik, and more… stay tuned!

Tags: modern AU, college setting, family, friendship, humor, fluff, slow-burn, romance, eventual smut

Read on AO3: here

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From inside the car, Aeduan felt as much as heard the muffled thud of the trunk being closed.  A moment later, the passenger door swung open and Libset and Cora piled into the backseat, wearing matching school uniforms that were barely visible under heavy winter coats.  

“Do you have everything?” Aeduan asked, closing the book he’d been reading and setting it on the seat beside him. 

“Oh it’s nice and warm in here,” Lisbet said a little out of breath.  She tugged at her seatbelt and snapped the buckle into place.  “Yes, we have everything.”  

“Sketchbook?” Aeduan asked.

“Yes.”

“Colored pencils?”

“Yes.”

“Snow pants?”

“Yes.”

“Extra socks?”

“Yes.”

“Pickles and Rook?”

“Yes!” Lisbet and Cora replied in unison. 

Aeduan twisted around to look at his sisters.  After picking them up from school, they’d stopped at their house long enough for them to grab their belongings for the weekend.  Owl, nestled between them in her car seat, was still napping from the car ride to Ponzin.

“You’re sure you have everything?” Aeduan pressed a third time.  As he said this, his gaze lingered on Cora.  Once, she’d forgotten to pack her favorite pair of pajamas and Aeduan would never forget the shitstorm that followed.  However, today Cora only flashed him a toothy smile and nodded, hugging her stuffed elephant to her chest. 

Aeduan looked at Lisbet for confirmation.  She nodded.

He turned forward in his seat and soon they were pulling onto the sleepy street his childhood home lived on.  He glanced in the rearview mirror and caught a glimpse of the climbing rose growing on the side of the house.  Once upon a time it would blossom with roses, white with the faintest tinge of pink, its vines climbing higher and higher with every passing year so that its limbs eventually reached the window to Aeduan’s bedroom.  

Then his mother died.  Now it clung to the side of the house like a long-legged spider, naked and dead.  

“He wasn’t home,” Lisbet said as they passed Covent Academy.  Less than 20 minutes ago the place had been swarming with children, the air thrumming with excitement for the weekend, while cars sat bumper to bumper on both sides of the road.  Now all that was left was a tangled web of footprints immortalized on the snowy lawn and a few cars sitting in the teachers’ parking lot.  Lisbet waved to the familiar crossing guard packing up their gear into the trunk of his little hatchback.  He stopped, freeing a hand to tip his baseball cap in recognition.  

“Da works in Tirla on Fridays now.”  

“I know,” Aeduan gruffed out, though in truth he had not.  Lisbet said nothing else and Cora pounced on the opportunity to chatter away about her friend Marta and a game they had invented at recess.  Aeduan half-listened while the rest of him went through the motions of piloting the car home.  

Ragnor.  This was probably the longest Aeduan had gone without seeing his father.  It didn’t take much maneuvering on his part to avoid crossing paths (Ragnor made it easy by never being around), but what was less easy to avoid was the matter of his own absence, not when he shared his father with two other people.  For as long as Lisbet and Cora had been alive, they’d all lived under the same roof together.  Until, suddenly, they didn’t.  

“Do you have glitter?”

Aeduan blinked out at the highway, having lost track of the conversation.  “Do I have - ?”

“Glitter.”  The word came out hushed, almost reverent, even in Cora’s eight-year-old voice.  “I need it for my valentines.”

His sisters had made it very clear that their weekend plans would require craft supplies - not exactly something he kept on hand.  Owl hadn’t yet expressed an interest in expanding her artistic palette beyond coloring (thank god) and as for Aeduan, even with swaths of free time at his disposal, he had not been hit with the sudden realization that the solution to all his problems lay in a cross stitch.  His life may have detoured to new lows as of late, but he wasn’t that far gone.  

As far as he was concerned, February 14th was just another day in the year.  It took little effort on his part to ignore its existence, just another one of the many benefits of reaching adulthood.  When he was a kid he had no say in the matter.  He’d been forced to participate in every inane ritual the holiday called for, including handing out valentines to all of his classmates whether he liked them or not.  That kind of public humiliation was far behind him, but thanks to the exploitations of corporate capitalists everywhere, the spirit of St. Valentine was still very much alive, and unlike him, Cora and Lisbet were more than happy to participate in the annual brainwashing. 

“You’re eight,” Aeduan had said over the phone the night before when Cora finished rattling off her list of demands.  “How many valentines could you possibly need to make?”

“I have a lot of friends,” Cora had informed him matter-of-factly.  Then she’d asked, “How many friends do you have?”  

And so ended further discussion and Aeduan reluctantly resolved to stop at the nearest arts and crafts store before picking them up from school.  Currently, a sizable chunk of the store’s inventory sat in the trunk of his car, though there was one notable exception.  

“I didn’t get any glitter,” Aeduan said.  Cora’s crestfallen gasp was an arrow to his heart, but he otherwise managed to look diffident.  

“But my cards!”

“They’ll be full of just as much love with or without them,” Lisbet consoled her sagely before Aeduan could say anything.  

This was not what Cora wanted to hear.  She squeezed Pickles tight and directed a pouty glare to the window.  Aeduan reached next to him for a paper bag sitting in the passenger’s seat.  He passed it to the backseat.  “Sulk or snack?  Your choice.”

Cora only held Pickles tighter, expression deepening into a scowl that could rival Owl’s.

“She can do both,” Lisbet said, taking the bag and opening it in her lap.  “Oh.”

Aeduan glanced over his shoulder.  “What?”

“You got donuts.” 

“You like donuts.”

“I know I do.”  Lisbet pulled out a rainbow sprinkled donut and took a bite.  She chewed it slowly, like she was trying to deduce its molecular makeup from a single taste.  Then, “Did something happen to Jitters?”

Aeduan’s foot tapped down on the gas pedal and he pulled ahead of the station wagon in the lane next to them before veering smoothly into the open road in front of them.

“No.”

“This is the second time you’ve gotten donuts.”

The station wagon’s horn blared.  Aeduan sped up.  70 mph.  80.   

“You usually get Jitters on Fridays.”

“If you don’t want donuts anymore, just say so,” Aeduan said, lifting his gaze to the rearview mirror and giving Lisbet a formidable look that immediately transformed him into their father.  Lisbet barely noticed.  She picked at the sprinkles on her donut, imparting a pensive hm for him to ponder over.  

Aeduan knew that hm.  It belonged to his father and, by the laws of genetics or overexposure, it had been passed down to him.  Lisbet was far too young to be using it.  He jabbed a knob on the dashboard and music flowed from the speakers.  Aeduan recognized the song though he did not know the band.  It sounded like every other generic pop anthem played on the radio - soulless, but just catchy enough to get stuck in your head for hours after hearing it.  They rode the rest of the journey in silence save for the radio, each song bleeding into each other, as indistinguishable as the next, until the familiar skyline of Venaza City appeared.   

“Can we stop at the library?” Lisbet asked. 

Aeduan had to work to stop himself from visibly bristling.  He kept his eyes fixed on the car in front of them, a battered winnebago.  Thick exhaust clouds billowed out of its tailpipe, the engine rattled. 

“What do you need at the library?” he asked.

“A book.”

“Why didn’t you bring something from home?”  Aeduan’s next exhale came out heavy with irritation.  “I asked if you had everything you needed for the weekend before we left, Lis.”

“I’ve read all my books.”

Aeduan didn’t say anything at first.  It was a solid explanation.  She was an even more avid reader than he had been at her age, though her insatiable appetite for make-believe stories was thankfully less tragic than his at the time.  Aeduan rapped his fingers along the steering wheel. 

“Won’t you be busy making your valentines?” he asked, attempting to appeal to her with reason.  “I was led to believe you two had lots of friends.”  He eyed Cora in the mirror and caught the tiniest curl of a smile partially hidden behind Pickles’ big ears.  Lisbet, on the other hand, frowned.  

“Why can’t we just stop there on the way home?”

Why indeed.  

A week had passed since Aeduan had last seen Iseult and, to his annoyance, even less time since she’d crossed his thoughts, never failing to have Leopold fon Cartorra rudely in tow.  He didn’t know what he hated more.  The possibility that Iseult may share something with a moronic halfwit such as Leopold or how the plausibility of that possibility made him feel.  In the end, it didn’t matter.  He had decided to keep his distance, and with that choice came a strangely freeing sense of relief.  At first, he’d been angry with himself for resorting to such drastic action.  But then he’d realized what an unnecessary weight it’d been to carry around, that warring feeling he felt whenever he saw Iseult.  He barely knew her, and yet, she loomed so big in his thoughts.  It was too much.  Aeduan didn’t have room for her.  He had enough problems in his life, real problems.  Like finding a new source of income (he couldn’t stay unemployed forever) or what he would do if the adoption fell through (he never let himself entertain this scenario for too long).  Letting go of what he could only describe as a tentative friendship at best was the sensible choice.

But Aeduan wasn’t about to share any of this with Lisbet or Cora.  He was an adult.  He’d earned the right to not have his life choices analyzed by his little sisters, and someday when Lisbet grew up, she’d earn that right too.  He did not want to go to the library.  Therefore, he would not go to the library.   

“Let’s just go home,” he finally said.

From the rearview mirror, Aeduan saw that Lisbet was giving him a strange look.  

“What?” he demanded.  

“You’re being weird.” 

“Thanks,” Aeduan deadpanned.  She’d have to be a lot more imaginative than that to put a dent in his ego. 

“I don’t get why we can’t stop there,” Lisbet trudged on.  She waved a hand at the window, the storefronts lining the street leading to the city square slowly passing by.  “It’s not like it’s out of the way.”

“I’m the one driving.  I’ll tell you whether or not it’s out of the way.”

“We’re literally going to pass it in 10 seconds.”

“Lis.”

“I’ll be quick.”

The winnebago in front of them came to a sudden stop and Aeduan slammed his foot down on the brakes.  The car jolted forward, startling Cora and waking Owl.  Honks of outrage immediately sounded off behind them.  Lisbet only stared at the reflection of Aeduan in the rearview mirror, an unmistakable challenge in her bright, pale eyes.  Aeduan could feel the traitorous way his heart was racing.  He tried to tell himself it was from the near accident he’d almost gotten them in.

“Fine,” Aeduan gritted out, sounding like he was using a very different f-word.  

Lisbet leaned back in her seat, smug satisfaction written all over her face.  Tugging sharply on the steering wheel, Aeduan swerved the car around the winnebago, sending a venomous look to its driver as they passed.  

He didn’t feel much like the adult anymore.

[adobedragon]

“So, the saying goes, ‘Something old, something new…” Allura ticked off each phrase on her fingers. “Something borrowed, something blue?”

“Yup,” said Pidge, picking at a loose thread on the bed’s comforter. She, along with a handful of other women, were in Lance’s parents’ bedroom, awaiting the arrival of Lance’s cousin Ignacio, a hairstylist. Ignacio had the herculean task of doing Pidge’s hair and makeup for the wedding.

“Something blue?” chirped Ezor. “Wouldn’t that be Lancey-Lance? Blue Paladin.”

“I thought he was the Red Paladin,” said Zethrid in her gravelly voice. “It’s so hard to keep track of all the Voltron Lion changes.”

Pidge chuckled, though deep down she found the two alien women’s presence a bit off-putting. They had eventually proven themselves good fighting companions but Pidge still hadn’t quite forgiven Ezor for trying to torture her years ago.

“Katie’s dress has blue beadwork and stitching.” Colleen Holt ran her fingers along the dress’s bodice.

The dress was draped over the bed and Pidge, who was sitting beside it, traced the arc of an embroidered vine with a finger. “My dress is also new.” One of Coran’s designs, its basic form was that of a green, 1920s flapper dress, but fashioned from an Altean fabric derived from spider silk. “‘Blue’ and ‘new’.” She grinned wickedly. “My underpants are new too.”

Veronica, Lance’s sister, arched an eyebrow at her in the same manner her brother often did. “Are you wearing boys’ underwear? Under your wedding dress?”

“Well, yeah,” said Pidge. “They’re comfy.” She shrugged. “Lance thinks they’re sexy.” Remembering that Lance’s mother was in the room, she blushed.

Elvia McClain laughed and winked at Pidge, demonstrating the origin of that Lance gesture. “Relax, mija. I have five children and none of them conceived immaculately. You think I don’t know what you and Lance have been doing in the bunk house? In the barn?”

Pidge smirked and blushed, because, yeah, there weren’t many places on the McClain farm where Pidge and Lance hadn’t had sex.

“Here is ‘old’ and ‘borrowed.’” Allura reached toward her earlobe and with a flourish and a hum of Altean alchemy, removed the gem-like earring. “These were my mother’s. From old Altea.”

“Those were Queen Melenor’s?” said Romelle reverently, the Altean woman leaning in to view the earrings closely.

“Yes.”

As Allura reached toward Pidge’s ear, Pidge leaned back. “I, uh, they’re too nice, too nice for me.”

“Nonsense. I would be honored if you wore them.” Allura held the lilac purple gem near Pidge’s earlobe, and the earring hummed, Altean space magic fastening it so it dangled beneath her ear. “Just don’t let Lance swallow them when you two start climbing each other.”

“Thank you,” said Pidge as Allura attached the second earring. She rose from the bed and studied herself in the mirror over the dresser. In her current, typical Pidge state of scruffiness—green tank top and gray sweatpants—the earrings made her look like a toddler playing dress-up with mom’s jewelry.

The McClain’s house shook lightly as the front door opened and shut. “That must be Ignacio,” said Elvia, hurrying off to meet him. Pidge grimaced, not quite ready for this; primping and preening were not Pidge’s default settings.

Earlier, sensing her nervousness, Lance had said, “You don’t have to do this. If you want, we can wear matching tuxes. I don’t care what you wear just as long as I’m the one who gets to undress you later.” This accompanied with his signature flirty eyebrow waggle.

His offer was why she’d asked him to marry her in the first place. Because he loved her as she was, her boy self, girl self and everything in between.

In the mirror, she saw a tall, dark-skinned middle-aged man enter the room. She tensed, then reminded herself she was a Paladin of Voltron, unafraid of anything, including a guy with a kit full of face goop and hair-taming implements.

Turning, she gave Ignacio a wobbly smile. “Hi. I’m Pidge.”

She wasn’t doing this for Lance or out of any need to cling to tradition. She was doing it because even androgynous Paladins of Voltron want to be a princess on their wedding day.

[drhaxor]

ENTER THE SCARLET SPIDER #4: RUDE AWAKENING

After coming out hyperspace, Dogday deactivated the hyperengine to bring the ship to normal travel speed and put it on autopilot. Dogady then got up from his seat and told Ben and Catnap "Alright you guys, we should be arriving at HQ in a few hours. In the meantime, we should go to the mess room and have some breakfast." Catnap and Ben got up and followed Dogday to the mess room. Before entering, Dogday stopped Ben and told him to wait while Catnap went ahead & joined the others. "Hey Spider, you doing okay? I noticed you've been really anxious since leaving Borealis." Dogday told Ben.

"I'm just shy of meeting new people." Ben replied. "That's okay. Besides my crew is really amazing and easy to get along with." Dogday said reassuring. "Okay, I guess you're right." Ben said. "That's the spirit!" Dogday said with excitement. Both then entered the mess room where Catnap and 6 other space riders were sitting at a table eating breakfast. Ben saw a green rabbit, a unicorn with light blue curly hair, a pink pig, a blue elephant, a yellow chicken, & a red bear. "Well this is something you'd see out of a kids cartoon." Ben remarked.

"Morning captain, who's that?" the pig said while placing more food onto the table. Dogday then replied "Guys, I'd like you all meet Scarlet Spider. Spider, allow me to introduce my crew. You've already met Catnap. Sorry if he seems sleepy all the time, he's just like that. Next, we have Hoppy Hopscotch, CraftyCorn, Picky Piggy, Bubba Bubbaphant, Kickin Chicken, & Bobby BearHug."

"Hi.." Ben shyly greeted. Hoppy then said "Hey. I like that hoodie." Crafty then greeted Ben with "Hello, it's so wonderful to meet you." "Hi, you've got really nice muscles." Picky said. "Nice to meet you." Bubba said. "Hey man what's up." said Kicken. "Hello. Aww, are you alright sweetie? You seem really anxious." Bobby asked. "Sorry. I'm shy of meeting new people." Ben replied. "That's okay sweetie. Do you want have some breakfast with us? You'll love Picky's cooking." Bobby offered. As Bobby finished, a loud growling sound erupted throughout the room. "Woah, is there a monster in the ship!?" Hoppy shouted in concern.

"No, that's my gut telling me I'm starving. Also, your really loud." Ben explained. "Sorry, she sometimes yells or shouts instead of using her inside voice." Dogday apologized. "Hey! I'm not loud!" Hoppy shouted. "Hoppy please lower your voice." Bubba said annoyed. "Uggggh, fine. I'm gonna go hit the training room." Hoppy said as she got up and left the mess room. "Ugh. Well, since Hoppy left to go training. You can have her seat Spider." Bubba offered. "Thanks big guy." Ben said thanking Bubba. As Ben sat down at the table, Picky handed him a plate and said "Here you go. You can pick out what ever you like. Hope you enjoy." Ben then thanked Picky and started to pick from the array of options that were on the table.

There was scrambled and fried eggs, strips of bacon, sausage patties, hashbrowns, french toast sticks, & freshly made biscuits. Ben took one of everything and made a sausage biscuit with bacon, eggs, & a hashbrown. Now all Ben needed to complete his breakfast masterpiece, was some strawberry jam. However, he didn't see any on the table. "Excuse me Picky, do you have some strawberry jam?" Ben asked politely. "Yes, we do actually." Picky replied. She then went into the kitchen and grabbed a jar and came back out shortly after, handing Ben the jar. "It may not be that much, but it's all we have left. I'll need to get some more when we get back to the station." Picky said.

"This'll do perfectly. Thank you so much Picky." Ben replied. "You're very welcome." Picky replied back. Crafty then added "You have very good manners Spider. I'm very impressed." Hoppy then came back because she was still hungry. "Hoppy, I thought were training?" Dogday asked. "Well I did, but now I'm hungry for more grub." Hoppy replied. Hoppy, noticing the breakfast masterpiece in Ben's hands said "Holy crap! Now that's what I call a breakfast sandwich!" Bubba then told Hoppy "Hoppy could you not yell! You're giving me a migraine!" Both then start to argue while Ben was feeling an incoming panic attack. He quickly got up and said "Sorry, I forgot to wash my hands. I'll be right back."

With that, he ran out of the room in a hurry with Crafty and Bobby both following suite. Meanwhile everybody else was confused why Ben suddenly left the room. "What was that about?" Kickin asked. "I wonder what caused him to suddenly just leave like that?" Bubba pondered. "I don't know Bubba, but he seemed bothered about something." Dogday replied.

Meanwhile, in a corridor of the ship, Crafty and Bobby were still looking for Ben when Bobby heard a sniffling coming from down the corridor. As they reach the end, Both of them could see Ben sitting on the floor with back against the wall. He had his masked half raised and they could see tears streaming down his face. Bobby then approached Ben putting her hand on his shoulder. "Hey there, why are you crying?" Bobby asked gently. "I'm not crying, I just had something in my eyes." Ben reassured. Bobby had look of doubt, but also concern on her face. "I'm sorry, it's just that I recently broke up with someone before I arrived on Borealis." Ben said apologetic. "Could you elaborate more on that please? I'm only asking so Bobby & I can understand what's wrong and help you." Crafty said.

Ben, wiping away tears then told Crafty "You're right Crafty. I need to get this off my chest. It began three nights ago..."

TO BE CONTINUED

Edit Note: I decided to change the part about Hoppy complaining about her favorite chair and Ben snapping back at her. I didn't like were that was going, so I fixed it to where instead, Ben has a panic attack due to Hoppy & Bubba getting into an argument and leaving the room.

AU BELONGS TO @onyxonline

Scarlet Spider belongs to Marvel

[deke-rivers-1957]

Scott's Date with Carmen

It's the day of my date and I'm looking through my closet for the perfect outfit.

"Let's see now. Blue is a nice color. I can just color coordinate with the jacket and slacks then have a plain white shirt underneath."

I go to change and come out looking for Tom.

"Tom, can you check this outfit?"

I see him come out of his room and he checks me over. He lets out a whistle.

"Hey now. You gotta give yourself some credit. I heard it's gonna be a sunny yet breezy 65 degrees today. That jacket fits the weather perfectly."

"Thank you. I need everything to go my way for this date to go well."

Tom shrugs.

"Ah you'll be fine, buddy. You already got an in with Miss Carmen. She wouldn't let you in the door just to kick you out that quickly."

"You're right. Thanks for the support. I'm heading out now to the car garage."

"Alright, Scott."

I go down to the garage and see what type of car to use.

"If it's going to be 65 today, I'll need something with a convertible top so Carmen can tell me if she wants it down or not."

I look over my options.

"The spider should do. It has the soft top I can put on if she wants it up."

I grab the keys to the Alfa Romeo and start the engine. Once I see it's full of gas, I drive out of the garage over to the Moulin Rouge. I check my watch and see that I'm a couple minutes early.

"Good. Now I can just take a couple breaths before Carmen steps out."

Sure enough at exactly 12:15 Carmen comes out of the Moulin Rouge. She is so stunning. I get open her passenger door.

"Carmen you look great today."

"Thank you. This is a nice car. Did you have it imported straight from Italy?"

I have to laugh a little.

"Yes it was imported."

"Well it sure sticks out in a town like this. It seems better suited for a mountain road in California that overlooks the coast."

I sigh at that.

"Sounds like a dream date."

"I'd get through lunch first before planning a cross country road trip to California."

I smile shyly before driving us to a casual Italian restaurant.

"You know there's actually a significant amount of Italians here in Texas."

"Really?"

"Oh yeah. Very similar climate for farming."

I nod as I find a parking space.

"Well that's good to know. I tried to learn Italian in high school but only got as far as Buena Sera. That's why I took French instead. What about you?"

"Eh. My mother was a fresh off the boat immigrant. I know Italian."

I park the car and turn off the engine.

"I imagine you make a lot of Italian food."

She makes an Italian gesture.

"I no cook like a nonna."

I laugh at her sudden change in accent.

"Alright that's fair."

We get out of the car and start walking to the restaurant.

"Italian food is good you know. I mean I could eat spaghetti with cheese bread every night."

"You've never been to Rome then."

"It's on my list of places to go. I'd like to see how they make pizza better than us."

Carmen makes the hand gesture again.

"Of course you think a the pizza. We no even make pizza that big. When you buy pizza you get a personal Pizza Margherita."

My eyes widen.

"No wonder you Italians are so thin. I can never handle just a personal sized pizza."

"That shows you are American. At least you keep us in the business."

I chuckle as we get a table inside. We quickly order and I'm amazed at how Carmen is so sure of herself.

"So Tom told me you ladies all have stage names, but Carmen sounds like a real name to me."

"It's because I picked it from the opera, Carmen. My real name's Carmella."

"Carmella."

I try to say it in an Italian accent just to hear how it'd sound.

"That's a nice name. But if Carmen's your stage name that means you see yourself as a... seductress?"

"Oh yeah. Carmen really symbolizes female empowerment when you consider the time period. Women's bodies weren't really theirs to control. For Carmen to use her body to get emotional power over men, it's like she's regaining that control."

I smile at that well thought out reply. I appreciate her taking the time to explain how she relates to such a famous woman in opera history.

"I've more than lived up to the name you know. I have the expectation of making men feel so exposed that they can't live without that feeling of vulnerability."

I can only nod.

"Then you did pick the right name. I mean Don Jose was willing to do anything for Carmen. Even if it meant going to prison for defying his superior. But hey, at least you're not trying to seduce me so I can join your group of smugglers."

"Oh I'd be careful if I were you, Don Jose."

I laugh thinking she's just flirting.

"Oh you got me there. I wouldn't have a chance would I?"

"You have so much insecurity that a woman being nice to you makes you fall in love. Then you end up spending all your money to make her happy until you're sobbing in the street homeless."

I get shaken up by that.

"Honestly. I'd probably let them. If that woman was you, I don't think I would mind being ruined and exploited. Not one bit."

"Now that's a real tragedy. You have no self worth."

I take my glass of water and gulp it. I can feel my hands shake in the process.

"Hey Scott. Look at me."

I put the glass down.

"Yes?"

"Go to the men's room and get yourself together. Your face is all red."

I nod and do my best to go to the men's room without causing a scene. It's a good thing she said something because I was on the verge of a panic attack. I look at myself in the mirror after splashing some cold water on my face.

"Come on. Get a hold of yourself. You're Scott Heyward, the son of an oil tycoon and famous engineer. Stop acting like a kid about this."

After patting my face with a paper towel, I go back to my table. The waitress must've brought our food because Carmen's eating her Veal Parmesan and my Carbonara.

"Sorry for being a mess."

Carmen looks up at me.

"Yeah you didn't even zip up."

I immediately look down before I realize that she was just joking.

"That's a dirty trick."

"Hey you're too tense, Scott. You gotta relax. It ain't like I'm some prize that can be won by trying to use this date to impress me."

I smile as I sit back down.

"You're right. You're definitely not a prize to be won. I think you're an amazing woman just with what little I know already."

"Good now eat your Carbonara before it gets cold. I know you still have chicken cacciatore coming."

"That's true. I don't want them bringing it out while I'm still eating the Carbonara."

As we eat and talk about our food, I start feeling a little more calm about our date. The waiter brings Carmen a dessert menu while I eat my chicken.

"Have you ever heard of zeppole?"

"No, I haven't. It sounds like an authentic Italian dessert when you say it like that."

"Because it is. They're basically Italian cream puffs. See you fry it like a fritter but then you also fill it with like a custard, pastry cream or a jelly."

I shake my head.

"Oh man. I've had many a profiterole from France. I have embarrassed myself off of profiteroles."

"You don't go to a restaurant like this to stick to a diet."

The waitress takes my empty plate and Carmen hands me the menu.

"Here take a look at the other options."

I look over the names to see what stands out.

"This apple crostata looks nice."

"Yeah but it's small though since you'd otherwise be getting a whole apple pie to eat."

I nod in acknowledgement.

"Well we can always share a plate of zeppole if you're up for it?"

I feel like I made a good move since sharing a dessert sounds romantic.

"Good idea. One of them's filling enough as it is."

"Great. This goes with coffee right?"

"Oh yeah, espresso definitely goes well with a dessert."

I nod as I tell the waitress what we want for dessert. She brings us our espresso cups. I take a sip.

"Wow this is strong."

"That's why the cup's so small. If you had a regular cup of coffee with espresso as opposed to diner coffee, you'd get the shakes."

I laugh.

"You don't know how much coffee I drink. I should consider investing in a fair market coffee farm in Brazil just so I can never run out."

"No wonder you're a nervous wreck."

"Yeah you're right. I usually keep my caffeine intake low when I'm not pulling all-nighters."

She raises an eyebrow.

"How many all-nighters have you pulled recently?"

I put my espresso cup down.

"I'll take the shot. I know I should manage my time better, but that's just how I am. Once I start something, I just want to finish it as soon as I can."

"And that's fine but you just gotta know when to quit for the night."

The waitress brings our plate of zeppole.

"Oh man am I going to be in trouble."

"You will if you don't eat them right."

I look up at Carmen.

"How so? I know better than to try picking up something like this with my hands like it's a simple cookie."

She looks at the small cup of chocolate sauce.

"No see you dip them in chocolate sauce like this to make it easy to chew when it's hot like this."

I try it her way and she's right. This is a great combination that's going to end in trouble for me.

"Miss Carmella, you're a true Italian culinary expert."

"See now you would've been eating them like a tourist if I didn't show you."

"Well thank you. I always appreciate learning about different cultures. I'd rather be embarrassed now about the personal sized Italian pizzas now than when I go to a pizzeria in Rome."

"What's there to be embarrassed about sharing cultural differences? It's not like you're gonna throw a fit in a foreign country over something they invented just because it's different."

I wipe my hands with a napkin.

"I think it's embarrassing in the sense that you have a certain expectation and when it comes out differently because they do it differently you get caught off guard. You never want to come off as ignorant when you take the time to travel."

Carmen shrugs.

"You travel because you wanna learn. Sure you should do some research about basic stuff but you ain't gonna be banned from Italy because you don't know how big they make their pizzas."

"You're right. You're right."

"Besides some stuff is so specific the only way you can know is by living there. It's not like being in Texas is the same as being in New York and I would know."

The waitress brings us our check and we split it. I hold the door open for Carmen as we leave.

"Well you sure had a better time than you thought."

"What do you mean?"

"You didn't end up in trouble because of the zeppoles."

I laugh a little at that.

"I guess I did. Maybe it's because you told me how to do it the right way of eating them."

"Of course you did get chocolate sauce on your pants."

At first I want to look down but I stop myself.

"Nice try, but I'm learning."

"That's good. You're learning how to have confidence."

As we get in the car I can't help but chuckle.

"You know that's something I tried to teach a young girl while working as a ski instructor in Miami. I know it's like the pot calling the kettle black, but this was about going down a slide."

"And did she?"

"She did. You'd think I would've learned how to apply that for myself, but I guess my divorce hit me a lot harder than I thought."

I start the engine and pull out of the parking space.

"Well I'd say this date was a step in the right direction."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. You asked me out and didn't bolt out the door when you had that panic attack."

I nod because she's right.

"I still think I can be even bolder."

"What could you possibly do that's bolder?"

I take a breath and stop at a red light.

"Ask you for a second date?"

Carmen looks at me.

"You're right that is bolder."

"But is that a yes?"

There's a pause and I can just feel all of my confidence blow away into the breeze.

"I gotta check my schedule first. Call me in 2 or 3 days."

I pull up to the Moulin Rouge.

"You know what. I won't take that as a no."

"Good because it wasn't."

She gets out of my car.

"I'll see you around, Scott."

"I hope to see you soon, Carmen."

I make sure she's inside before driving home. Even though I didn't get the answer I was hoping for, I still have faith that I'll see Carmen again one day. I just hope I don't become a Don Jose in the process.

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[skylarmoon71]

Miguel O' Hara - AU Scientist (Across the Spider-Verse) - Chapter 3

There were things Miguel was always certain of in life. His intelligence, routines, and his ability to always find solutions to each scientific problem that was sent his way.

Love..

That was not something he ever thought he could achieve, much less hold onto.

Not until recently.

“I’ve always thought you were adorable.”

“How do you not see it, you’re built like a machine, it's awesome!”

“Do you want to come shopping with me on Saturday? I’ll get you some of those empanadas you really love on our way back. Promise!”

“You’re a genius, I have no doubt you’ll figure it out.”

These are all statements that have left your lips and further convinced him that you were an angel created just for him. Seeing you that day so flustered and dazed from his kiss had done something to him. Since then he’s been a bit hesitant to initiate anything more. The truth is, he wants you to make the first move, but he knows you’re very conscious of his quirks. You’ve never so much as touched him unless he did so first. He feels like you’re restraining yourself just because of him. He wants to tell you that it’s okay.

If there is anyone he’d like to feel, it’s you.

But how does he put that into words?

“Miguel, hey Miguel!”

He blinks at the call. The redhead standing before him makes him tune in.

“Hi Lyla, did you need something?”

She smirked.

“(Y/N) got you all loopy lover boy.”

His cheeks tinted red and her laughter continued. When you walked in and saw the two, you smiled.

“Lyla, are you picking on Miguel again?” You laugh.

She raised her hands.

“I would never. I just needed to borrow something. See you two lovebirds later~” She walks off with a happy skip and you giggle.

“I swear she enjoys messing with us.”

Lyla was nothing if not invested. After she claimed that she ‘Set you both up’. You shouldn��t have been surprised that she took credit.

Miguel's eyes were directed at the table and you realized then that he seemed a bit out of it.

“Everything okay?”

He nods.

“Yes, sorry. I was just stuck on an equation. But I think I’ve figured it out.”

“Well of course you did, it’s you we’re talking about. "

He lifts his head, and somehow his gaze feels much different. His form straightens and he moves a bit closer. Your heart picks up just a smidge at the unexpected shift in atmosphere.

“(Y/N), would you like to come over tonight?”

An invitation…

“Yes!!”

You’ve long stopped caring about your desperate replies to his invitations. You nod eagerly.

“I’d love.. to come over.”

You aren’t really sure why you’re whispering. It’s just the two of you in there.

His eyes trail to your lips, and when he moves in, your brows knit. The kiss is so soft. Yet passionate. You both stand there for a few seconds and when he pulls away, he lets out a soft satisfied breath.

“Okay..”

He mumbles.

If you were being honest, you’d been wondering why he hadn’t done much since that day in the lab. Every now and then he would leave light kisses on your cheek or lips. It always felt like he wanted more. You could see it in his eyes. It was like he was holding himself back and you weren’t sure why.

Maybe tonight you’ll know.

~~~

Work felt like it would never end. Miguel had texted you to take your time, but you literally couldn’t wait any longer. So after advising him that you would grab dinner, he eagerly anticipated your arrival.

“I’m here and I got the noodles!”

Miguel smiles when he opens the door.

You’re standing there with a bright smile and takeout Chinese. For a moment he almost loses his nerve. He steps aside for you to get in and you begin informing him of the adventure you endured just to get the food.

“Wow, your house is so nice.”

You marvel at the framed awards on his walls. Not that you’re surprised. His wallpaper is an assortment of navy and red. It’s an interesting design. You admire all you can as he guides you to the kitchen. You place the food on the counter as he moves to get the plates.

Miguel is moving around grabbing napkins and whatever else is needed and you begin to explain a theory that’s been on your mind. He’s trying to pay attention, he really is. But you’re standing there, eyes filled with the type of light that always follows when you talk science. You’re wearing a pair of sweats and a baggy sweater. Definitely a product of the chilly weather. 

There’s nothing seductive about your attire. Not in the slightest. But when he looks at you, every part of him feels so much that it almost drives him crazy. Nothing other than his work has ever occupied his mind the way you do. Miguel drops the items on the counter.

“I want you to initiate more with me” It’s said so softly, almost like a plea.

He hadn’t even realized the words left his mouth until he saw your hands lower from talking animatedly. Your expression is a mix of shock and bashfulness.

Miguel turns his head.

“Lo siento..”

There must have been a better way to broach that topic. Now he feels like he’s said something out of line.

“You don’t have to apologize, Miguel.”

He feels like he should.

Your steps seem to echo in the room. You reach out for him, and his body turns slowly. Now that he’s facing you, your hand moves a bit hesitant, resting right on his arm. You look almost relieved and it’s then that he concludes that you’ve been afraid of him recoiling from your touch. You’ve seen some of the reactions that he’s had in the past. So you’re careful.

Considerate.

“You should never be afraid to touch me.” Miguel states.

Somehow it seems that’s exactly what you wanted to hear.

“Are you..sure..?”

“I’m sure.”

Your hand grips his arm just a little and you lean unto your toes, matching his height the best you can. Miguel eyes close softly and he pulls you in. Your hands move to the back of his neck and you slide them into his hair. A little sound escapes him, and he’s a bit surprised when your tongue slides past his lips.

“Ngh..”

The soft groan that echoes in his throat has you holding on tighter. Your fingers are massaging his scalp as he’s convinced it’s the best thing he’s ever felt in his life. Your hips are pressed so closely to his. It’s beginning to produce a reaction.

You finally pull back, and your breathing is so unsteady.

“Cariño..”

He murmurs.

He’s still trying to gather his thoughts. Because the tightness of his pants is a bit distracting.

You take his hand, biting your lower lip as you guide him to the stairs. He follows, his gaze hazy with anticipation.

He knows exactly what you want, and he can’t wait to fulfill all your desires. 

[ele-sme]

So, what do you think?

What if Spider gets an avatar? I'm not so much a fan of this AU but why not?

of course Neteyam is alive 🙄, and they are older.

Spider:19, Neteyam: 18, Kiri,17 and half, Tuk 10. I don't really know anymore Jake and Neytiri ages💀 also Lo'ak is 17 but he is alredy mated to Tsireya and they lives with the Ematikaya clan.

“You guys ready?” Norm asked looking at the family, Tuk the youngest, a ten-year-old full of energy was jumping from the excitement, she stepped on her tail several times but that didn't stop her.

“Yes, yes, yes” she kept on saying, her mother tried to make her calm down, but it was a little difficult since her belly was getting all her energy, her and Jake new baby was growing strong.

“Tuk calm down” Jake said stopping her by the shoulders.

Kiri was circling the lab impatiently, waiting for Spider to wake up in his new fake body.

Spider wanted a avatar since he was at least three years old, but since the body was very difficult to make, he couldn't have one. Then something unique happened, something that have never happened before, and everyone was sure would happen again.

Spider a week prior had a dream, he telled that this dream was with the great mother, Eywa, without talking or letting him seeing her true form (from what he telled she had varying features, like the tail of the Metkayina clan, but the colours were the one of the Omaticayas) led him to the place where he first clamped a tree.

There he founded a body, an Avatar body, who had his features. He asked for answers but she didn't tell him anything, then he waked up. When he tolded the Sully family what he had dreamed, no one picked him seriously except Tuk, who lead him to her grandma.

Mo'at said that she had a similar dream, and they taked off to see the place. There they founded the body, on time because some animals were getting close to it. 

And there they were a week later, after the scientific and Eywa had given the ahead, Spider selected a day to try the new body, and if everything would have gone well in a few months he could have transferre into it.

But let's think about what was happening now, Spider putted himself in the machine minutes ago, and the Sully family was waiting for him to wake up, everyone minus Lo'ak who was coming with Tsireya the following day.

Neteyam was very nervous, he was outside the place were his mate would have wake up, he saw the avatar body and it indeed looked nice.

"What do you think?" Spider asked some days before the body trial.

"About?" Neteyam asked, they were watching the body who was in that strange tube, the same where the avatar of Grace was.

"Do you like him?"

"it's looks just like you so yes" Neteyam responded

"I mean, do you find it hot? I already dream about our mating" Spider said in a suggestive tone, picking gently Neteyam tail caressing it.

Neteyam cheeks blushed think of that.

"theoretically we are already mated in the eye of Eywa" the blue one responded.

"Yes, but not in the eyes of the clan," Spider responded, with a hurt tone? "Beside with this body, the human one, it hurts, i hope that with this avatar one won't" he continued.

"You really think I'm going to fuck you that soon?" Neteyam asked boldly

"language" Spider said pulling the tail a bit, making Neteyam sigh in something that sounded like he enjoyed that, they were lucky they were alone in that moment. "And by that what do you mean?" Spider continued

"I want you becoming comfortable first,i want you to learn how to live with that body, then i will think what to do with you" Neteyam responded.

Spider looked at him for a few seconds "get your Ikran here, we are going out, and you will make sure i will not going to walk by tomorrow" Spider said and Neteyam quickly got to call the ikran.

"I can't wait to become one of the people, to be your official mate" Spider said after they were done some hours later.

"I think he is coming" Kiri said making Neteyam look up.

Spider walked out of the room awkwardly stumbling on his own tail, who attacked his head.

"Hi" the avatar could only say.

Tuk runned to him making him lose some of his balance but Kiri was quickly there to help him out on that.

"I see you" Neteyam said coming closer to his mate.

The other that could only now watch him properly sweeten his face "I see you too".

I LOVE WRITING ABOUT THEM

[aurorasgate]

For the ask game, could you please do: 3, 7, 10, 18, 20, 27, 28, 40, 48, 52, 56, 63, 76, 78, 89, 92, 93, 97, 99 and 100? Sorry if it's too much ^_^

i don't mind! 🩷 thank you so much for asking!🥰 i had a lot of fun answering them hehe its a little long so i'll put some under the cut too

ask game

3. how many tattoos i have and what they are: i have quite a few haha snowlakes on my rib cage, both of my collar bones with flowers and mountain tops, bender from futurama on one of my calves (its a couples tattoo with my hubby hehe), a tiny turtle on my wrist, my entire thigh has different flowers and leaves with geometric deisgns throughout them (my favorite is the peony with the flower of life throughout it), a captain america shield, oath keeper and oblivion from kingdom hearts on the back of my thigh and a giant water colorish rose on my butt cheek that has a geometric and other designs throughout it

7. biggest turn offs: rude and inconsiderate people, people chewing with their mouth open

10. biggest turns on: someone who can make me laugh - if we can laugh together you have my heart<3, nice hands, kindess and animal lover is a huge plus heh

18. phobia: spiders and birds

20. height: 5'5 or 165cm

27. first celeberity you think of when someone says attractive: ryan goseling without a doubt

28. favorite ice cream flavor: cookie dough mmhmmm

40. have you ever been in a fist fight? only with my sister and it was just the once lol

48. have you ever ditched school do something more fun? EVERYDAY OF MY SCHOOL LIFE. my bff and i would skip all the time to go to the animal shelter or go to her house and play with the farm animals

52. have you ever kissed a picture? lololol i'm sure i remember 13 year old me kissing some of my boy band posters

56. have you ever made a snow angel? yes all the time! i live in a place where it snows quite a bit in the winter and it is my favorite winter activity besides staying inside

63. have you ever touched a snake? oh yeah, the house i grew up in was near a canal so there was always gardener snakes in our yard in the spring & summer that i'd pick up, for as much as i don't like bugs and rodents and birds i actually don't mind snakes at all lol

76. have you ever done something you told yourself you wouldn't? bleh yes, i am a person who has always had to learn by doing it the hard way even when i think it might be a bad idea

78. have you ever slept with someone at least 5 years older or younger? i have, 8 years

89. have you ever been too scared to watch scary movies aloe? oh fuck yes lol i will never watch them alone but i do enjoy them with company

92. have you been told you're hot by a complete stranger? yes

93. have you ever broken a bone? one of my toes is broken but i don't remember how it happened or even when, its been like that for as long as i can remember and it doesn't hurt or anything

97. have you ever cheated on a test? yes

99. have you ever met someone who didn't seem real? my husband- he's literally perfect for me inside and out and is my soulmate and he's so hot like how is it even real that i have him and he loves me just as much as i love him

100. give us one thing about you that no one knows: okay okay, my husband found out about this just yesterday and told me to be sure i told no one else but i'll tell you all hahahah ... when i was a teenage i was so madly in love with chris angel