he will be a cute father

anonymous asked:

21,22,35 from the 200 with Sam?

of course!

PROMPT #21: “Thanks for nothing.”
PROMPT #22: “Don’t call this number again.”
PROMPT #35: “About the baby… it’s yours.”

Sam Holland was in love. That was one thing he definitely couldn’t deny.

His twin knew. His mother and father knew. Tom knew. Tessa knew. Even Paddy was aware of his love.

The freckled boy was utterly and completely in love with the girl next door. Ever since he met her (2 years ago) he fell head over heels in love with her.

He just couldn’t help himself. Every time his mother invited their family over to dinner, he was transfixed on her beauty. And for some reason, she never caught on. Not even when Tom asked her about Sam.

“I think he’s cute. He’s really nice to me, ever since I moved in. Why do you ask?’

This seemed to make Sam disappointed. His family knew how much he loved you. And he wanted her to know. So he decided to ask her to prom, on their last year of high school.

He made his sign intricate, even had his twin brother and older brother help him out, as he planned every small detail, never forgetting anything and trying to sort everything out before the big day.

And when that day finally came, he walked into school, confidence in his every step. And there she was.

He had left her a note a day before in her locker, as she looked at the note, read it and smiled to herself.

It had said to meet during their free period (which they actually shared together) and she did. She walked to the library entrance, where Sam was waiting, his brothers with him.

As soon as she was in their line of sight, Tom and Harry pulled back the big sign, as Sam pulled out a big boquet of flowers from behind his back.

They locked eyes, y/n smiling as she nodded, accepting the invitation to prom, and to saying yes to being his girlfriend.

His brothers realized her expression, as they exchanged knowing looks before smiling at his brother.

Prom rolled around and Sam walked up to y/n’s door, a limo waiting as he knocked and she answered, ready to go.

Her corsage on her wrist, and their outfits matching, as they walked inside the school, talking with each other and exchanging a few laughs.

And when they finally had a slow song, it seemed like time stopped, as they were transfixed on each other. He took his body in his arms, slow dancing with her.

It was the fairytale they had dreamed of.

5 years went by afterwards, and they were still together.

Until, everything crashed.

Sam had gone to the club with his two older brothers, having a little too much to drink and accidentally having a one night stand, cheating on his girlfriend.

It was the next morning, that they broke up.

“Thanks for nothing.” Was the only thing Sam heard from her lips as she left their shared apartment, suitcase rolling behind her before the door closed, sealing their fate.

And the day that Sam had become crushed.

He didn’t eat or do anything the first few weeks. If he did eat, it was a little bit, but not enough. His brothers tried to help him, but nothing worked, and he was broken.

Her tried calling her, in the beginning, begging her to forgive him, that it was a mistake and it would never happen again. Yet, he got the same response every time.

“Don’t call this number again.”

The worst part, was 3 years later, when Sam had been walking with his brothers around the supermarket, getting some groceries for their new place in Montreal. Since Tom was filming for Chaos Walking, he brought along Sam, Harry and Harrison with him and they were all staying together. Yet, Harrison had been too lazy to get up, so they decided to go get groceries the three of them.

And that’s when they saw her.

She looked as beautiful as the last time Sam had seen her.

Her hair was shorter. She looked vibrant, a smile on her face as she pushed around a cart.

And that’s when they saw what she was laughing at.

A baby.

There was a baby sitting in the cart, a smile on it’s face as the cart was pushed around, giggles escaping both their lips.

The baby had various freckles on it’s face, as they saw little things about the baby. It’s brown eyes, curly brown hair and freckles.

An exact replica of Sam Holland.

As soon as y/n and Sam made eye contact, her eyes widened, before she walked back into the freezer section, disappearing from their sight.

“Sam! What are you doing? Go get her and talk to her!”

Without another word, Sam took off, running in the direction of his ex as he saw her, standing next to the cart, grabbing the baby in her arms and embracing it.


She turned, a small smile on her face as she saw him.

“Hi Sam.”


There was awkward silence between them as y/n put her baby back into the cart before turning to Sam.

“How are you?”

“I miss you.” Sam blurted, y/n’s eyes widening before she sadly smiled.

“I do too. But you hurt me, Sam.”

“I know, and I’m so sorry. I never meant for that to happen, I just, I wasn’t thinking straight and I know I fucked up but I want you back. Please, just give me another chance.”

“But what if you do that again? Do I have to give you multiple chances? I don’t want to be hurt again.”

“You wont. I promise.”

Y/n turned back to her baby, a small smile on her face as she stroked her baby’s hair and turned back to Sam.

“I know you want to know.”

She motioned to the baby before Sam sighed and nodded.

“About the baby… it’s yours.”


“Yeah. Remember our last anniversary?”

Sam nodded, remembering the aftermaths of the anniversary as he realized what had happened.

“What’s her name?”


“That’s beautiful.”

“Just like her father.”

Sam locked eye sight with her as she sadly smiled before nodding, “Okay, I’ll give you another chance. But don’t ruin it, Holland.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”



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Little Princess (Reid)

Title: Little Princess

Rating: Y

Word Count: 1162

Summary: Spencer and his daughter Olive get ready for halloween: fluff and cuteness ensues.

Author’s Note: woo ! Second installment of “Pride And Joy”! I’m a sucker for dad!reid :,) enjoy, Andy please leave feedback !

Squeals of laughter filled the Reid household as Spencer and his daughter exacted their Halloween rituals, having quite a blast while doing so.

“Daddy! Tell another one!” Olive giggled while she helped her father scoop out pumpkin guts before carving them, a job only Spencer participated in. “Another one?” he exclaimed in exaggerated astonishment. “Haven’t you heard enough ghost stories?”

She grinned at him while shaking her head. “No way! You tell the best ones- pleeeaaaase, one more?” His heart swelled as she did her puppy eyes, which worked on him every time. “Ok, Princess. One more.”

“Yay!” she cheered while clapping her gooey hands. The stringy mess flew everywhere, causing her to let out a scream. Spencer flinched as a seed hit his cheek before chortling at Olive’s look of disgust.

“Ew!” she whined before wiping at the slime, however the remaining product on her hands only made it worse. “I think you’re going to need a bath before trick-or-treating, babydoll,” he chuckled as he reached for a nearby box of baby-wipes: he came prepared.

“Is it 7:00 yet?” she asked while he wiped her face and hands off. “No, not yet. A couple more hours,” he said softly.  She groaned with impatience, causing Spencer to chuckle once again.

“Let’s finish these lanterns, hm?” he suggested, which made Olive nod eagerly. “Can I carve?” she asked, flashing her puppy eyes again.

Spencer hissed. “How about we let Daddy take care of that, ok?” he said slowly, taking the large knife in his hand. Olive nodded in understanding.  "Can I watch?“

Spencer nodded before carefully cutting on the lines Olive had drawn. In a matter of minutes, the emptied pumpkin had a rather happy face.  "Can we give him a candle before we put him on the porch?” Olive asked sweetly.

Spencer smiled at his daughter’s use of personification before nodding. He placed a tea light inside the lantern and carried it outside, followed swiftly by the eager child. “Ok, jellybean, let’s set him right here,” he said before placing “him” beside the door. Carefully, he lit the candle, standing back to watch the flickering glow.

“Thank you, Daddy!” Olive cheered, raising her arms up so that Spencer could pick her up. He smiled and gently lifted her up, swaying softly as she cuddled into his dark sweater.

“You’re welcome,” he sighed, feeling rather content as he pressed kisses to her head. “Let’s go get that bath, ok?” he suggested as he stepped back inside their home, shielding her from the cool breeze. “You smell like pumpkin guts,” he teased before setting her down inside.

“Can I have bubbles tonight? Please?” she asked, jumping up and down a few times. He chuckled before answering, “You sure can- I’ll go run the water and get your costume ready.”

“Yay!” Olive giggled as she skipped around the living room. Spencer watched her from the edge of the hall before heading to the bathroom.

He ran warm water, afraid as always of hurting her sensitive skin. Before leaving to gather her costume, he poured a capful of her favorite cinnamon-scented bubble bath into the tub. Bubbles rose to the surface by swirling form the rush of water from the faucet.

Spencer entered the lavender themed room belonging to Olive and headed straight to her closet. Rummaging past a few t-shirts and dresses, he came across the costume she had practically begged for the moment she saw it. He quickly but gently gathered the outfit in his arms before heading back to tend to the bath.

“Bath time!” he called, smiling at the sound of pattering footsteps. She ran in, almost tripping on the tile floor. Almost immediately, she began pulling her pink striped shirt over her head, followed swiftly by slipping her dark-wash jeans down her legs.

Spencer laughed as she clambered into the tub which splashed the rest of the room with water. “Careful!” he warned playfully before rolling his sleeves up to his elbows. “How much longer til trick-or-treating?” she asked while blowing the foamy bubbles off of her palm.

Spencer rubbed soap onto a red cloth as he answered, “Almost an hour, baby.” He went to work gently washing her face, ridding it of the pumpkin residue. She giggled as he scrubbed at her tummy, causing his smile to widen.

The rest of the bath was rather uneventful: Olive giggled and played in her bubbles while Spencer tried to focus on actually getting her clean. He finished his task within ten minutes, sitting crisscross on the bath mat while she played.

“Ready to get out?” he asked after letting her splash for a few more minutes. “Yes please,” she said before being lifted out of the tub. Spencer swaddled her in a pink towel before sitting on the toilet lid, cradling her to his chest.

“Are you excited?” he asked, although he knew the answer. “Yes, yes, yes!” she laughed, squirming around in his arms. “Are you ready to get all dressed up?” he continued with a widening smile.

“Yes!” Olive squealed. “Can I get ready now? I can’t wait any more!” Spencer laughed and kissed her forehead before setting her down. “Let’s get this dress on, shall we?”

He helped her step into the dress designed as Disney’s Belle, her favorite princess. The yellow fabric made her just giddy as she spun around, singing her favorite song from the film.

“Daddy! How do I look?” she asked before running to hug his knees. “You look like the most beautiful little princess I’ve ever seen!” he chuckled. “Nah, Belle’s prettier,” Olive said with a shake of a head.

Spencer’s smile faltered slightly before he caught himself. “No, ma’m. You are the cutest thing I’ve ever seen,” he said as he helped her on top of the toilet lid, turning her to face the tank.

“Really?” she giggled as he grabbed her pink hairbrush. Carefully, he pulled the bristles through her natural curls. “Yes, really,” he laughed. “But it’s more than that- you’re even prettier on the inside.  That’s what matters, right?” he continued while twirling the caramel strands.

“Right,” she confirmed as Spencer formed the half-bun worn in the cartoon. “Almost done,” he mumbled before tying the style with a yellow hair tie. “And you’re ready!” he exclaimed.

Olive hopped off of the seat, running to the full length mirror in her room. “Daddy! Thank you so much!” she giggled, running back to hug him.

He smiled and lifted her up as she ran into his arms. “Anything for my little princess,” he said with a smile as he turned of the bathroom lights, supporting her with one arm. He continued to walk through the house, collecting his keys, wallet, and her plastic pumpkin bucket.

“You ready?” he asked as he finally finished. “Yes please!” she giggled before pecking a kiss to his cheek. “Let’s go, princess,”  he chuckled, feeling a little less than spooky with the cherished  toddler on his shoulder.

anonymous asked:

Prompt: Georgie had a bad day so Pennywise starts bringing in the random toys he's collected over the years to try and cheer him up

(*Sniffles* Okay. Thank you for the prompt! I think I made it too cute though.)

A child as young as Georgie Denbrough wasn’t worried about crying for no reason. Unless his father told him to stop crying sternly, or Billy made that puckered face that was his best way of communicating distaste for a whining little brother. 

So he didn’t browbeat himself when all at once, the fear that he would never get back to the surface and the exhaustion of maintaining corporeal form (whatever that was) and the little moments of pain from the bridge between mind and reality appeared and he cried. Georgie couldn’t put it into words the moment it happened, but the startled jingling of bells and those concerned green-blue eyes glowing at him from the dark let Georgie know that it was sudden and daunting. 

“I wa-want to go home.” Georgie cried, curling in on himself until he made himself into a little ball, made smaller in the dark of the underground that Pennywise couldn’t hope to erase no matter how hard he tried. 

Pennywise took to wringing his hands nervously, completely attune to the child’s misery. The tangible weight of it made the clown’s appearance wilt and discolor. It didn’t smell or taste or feel nice, not at all. 

“Oh, oh.” Gloved hands fidgeted as Pennywise broke away from his perch on the opposite side of the boy and looked for something to distract him. “Do you want this? You can have it, Georgie. Here. I don’t mind!” 

The clown placed a rocking horse in front of the slowly caving child, but got no real response. The crying and the sad, wounded animal-like noises were hurting Pennywise too, and didn’t sound as though they would taper off any time soon.

“We can share.” He said, trying a hula hoop next. He placed dozens of things at the boy’s feet like a loyal pet, things that were large like an oversized stuffed rabbit or small like play-money, pretend coins. It didn’t matter whether it was shiny or still soft and fluffy, or if the colorful xylophone that Pennywise had just discovered yesterday made pretty sounds when you struck it. 

He wadded through the water, downtrodden and unable to think as the soles of his shoes squeaked and chimed while he walked.    

Georgie did manage to laugh at the squeaking, a little - a hiccupy, watery giggle that bubbled from his mouth then transformed into another sobbing fit. 

“A-” Pennywise nodded, resorting. “A balloon?” 

He thought he saw Georgie nod, and if it would get Georgie to stop crying then Pennywise would do it. Making a pretty balloon appear out of nowhere wasn’t too strenuous anyway, when it made Georgie beam so brightly and look at him with such awe.

Pennywise smiled while he splayed his enormous hand out in front of the boy to keep his attention, like a good magician would. 

“How about we try and make it like an animal, this time?” The clown asked. “I’ve been practicing!”

Think it and it’d be real, that’s all Pennywise had to do as he got ready, imagination already forming, before he was stopped short. 

Gloved fingers stopped midway through the air as Pennywise froze, uncomfortable in the sense that no one had touched him directly and with care or need before. His existence was older than time itself, and yet he’d never experienced this before now. 

The little boy wasn’t phased by his friend’s standoffishness as he brought the clown’s hand closer, tugged him forward until Georgie could wrap both his frail and thin arms around Pennywise’s limb and embrace it. The whimpering was getting softer, as Georgie coddled the hand like it was one of his stuffed animals or as if he were hugging Bill before running after the boat they’d made together. 

Tears rolled down his round face and splashed on the damp, cold ground. It took the clown a while, but Pennywise eventually crouched down and swept Georgie in for a hug, grateful that the human child was patient enough to show him how it was done. 

And the trove of toys were forgotten, discarded in the loose, grey water.  

Dealings with a Devil (Part 14)

Dealings with a Devil (Part 14)

Reader X Darkiplier

You, Reader, have made a deal with what you believed to be a fantasized version of your favorite YouTuber’s alter ego, Darkiplier after he’d visited you in a dream. You believed Darkiplier to only exist in your dreams and on Markiplier’s YouTube channel, but by some impossible way he’s real and he intends on collecting on your debt to him.

Originally posted by softestnaesheim

“When I was a young boy, my father took me in to the city to see a marching band…” Is that Black Parade? Who’s playing My Chemical Romance? These are the question you have as you wake up with the mother of all headaches. Your neck is burning and your whole body is just a living embodiment of pain and discomfort.

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bisexual-john-laurens  asked:

im not saying u should gimme some Cute Bmc Fall Headcanons but yeah i am nvm gimme the fall bmc hcs

-my girl brooke

-busts out her cute boots and scarves

-and tbh has a pumpkin spice latte EVERY MORNING

-chloe and brooke have matching sweaters. brookes is white with a black moon and chloes is black with a white moon

-jenna has little leaf hair clips!!! and she bugs the squip squad abt how much she loves fall its so cute

-michael drags them all to a fall festival (and tons of fairs)

-jake makes the BIGGEST leaf piles for rich and just watches his boyfriend jump in them and hes just so in love

-hes also like the father of them all, giving everyone hot chocolate

-jeremy and michael sit on the swings in the park listening to weezer

anonymous asked:

M - (lol I thought Dark would be the one too but I didn't think Dark would let Mark walk him down the isle) After the wedding Margaret asks Olivier when he and her dad where going to get married and for the first time Olivier doesn't know what to say.

Nah he totally would. He’d be so nervous he wouldn’t care who it was so long as he could cling to someone))
Aldo don’t forget Pope Ethan officiated it 100%

“Are you gonna marry him soon?”
“Margaret I am… I am unsure. Would you like me to marry your father?”
“I would. You’re good for him. You guys aren’t gross when you kiss and stuff, you’re cute.”

anonymous asked:

Can you please do BTS as dads?

(this is based on their sun signs)


  • the fun dad
  • looks like he hasn’t aged since he was 20
  • probably the least strict
  • because sagittariuses value freedom and independence 
  • they want their children to be their own people
  • super chill
  • doesn’t believe in strict punishment
  • cooks better than their mom
  • loves adventures
  • takes his kids camping, to amusement parks, anywhere they want
  • d a d j o k e s
  • always bright and sunny and cheers them up his humor
  • or makes them cringe
  • “dad im hungry” “hi hungry im dad”
  • [windshield wiper laugh]
  • instills strong morals and values in his kids

Originally posted by yoongiski


  • the affectionate dad
  • pisces are very compassionate, patient, and understanding
  • so he’d be able to handle kids and their moodiness really well
  • the person they always go to for comfort and advice
  • loves spending time with his kids
  • always makes them feel loved and appreciated
  • encourages their creativity
  • shares his love of music with them
  • “kiddos u know back in the day i was kinda a big deal. they called me suga”
  • “dad we literally live right next door to the bangtan uncles”
  • makes his kids hold each other’s hands when they start arguing
  • cries on the first day of kindergarten
  • the type to take pics and make scrapbooks and record videos to keep memories
  • and cry proud-father-tears when rewatching them

Originally posted by shootingfingerhearts


  • the cool dad
  • another one that’s not strict
  • encourages his kids to be unique and individual
  • wants them to have a high self esteem and not follow the crowd
  • would raise really artsy kids who have a unique fashion sense
  • lowkey would be fine with them breaking some rules
  • high fives them when they stand up to mean teachers or bullies
  • pranks his kids
  • acts more like their friend 
  • so so supportive
  • shows up to every sports game or performance and screams louder than all other parents

Originally posted by btsreactionsandgifs


  • the overprotective dad
  • his little ones would probably inherit his god of destruction gene
  • so you’d come home one day and he’s wrapping them in bubble wrap
  • puts all his energy into raising his kids
  • lowkey strict
  • but only because he wants to see them shine 
  • the house runs so well
  • they go to bed at exactly the same time every day
  • sets a curfew
  • has those “my child is an honor roll student” stickers on his car
  • brags to other parents about how gifted they are
  • embarrasses them in public
  • his kids look up to him a lot

Originally posted by yayaruizc


  • the hot dad
  • teachers flirt with him during pta meetings
  • impresses their classmates by picking them up in his nice car
  • all his daughter’s friends have a crush on him
  • his kids will be super popular 
  • always fair
  • can defuse fights between them like a pro
  • creates a calm, peaceful, and beautiful home
  • his kids are always the best dressed
  • has a really good relationship with their mom and takes her out on dates every weekend
  • a good listener
  • is like their friend and has a really tight bond with them

Originally posted by jiminboi


  • the rich dad
  • his family will live in the nicest biggest house
  • works hard to make sure they’re financially secure
  • always away on some business trip
  • but comes home with so many gifts
  • puts his kids in the best private school
  • spoils them
  • but still keeps them down to earth
  • his kids have good manners from a young age
  • teaches them the importance of hard work and discipline
  • old fashioned
  • the type to say “i’m your father, listen to me” all the time
  • loves taking his family on fun extravagant vacations every summer
  • super proud of every little thing his kids accomplish
  • keeps pictures of them in his (gucci) wallet

Originally posted by jinmini


  • the organized dad
  • has his shit together
  • super reliable and dependable
  • keeps everything neat and tidy
  • helps the mom with cooking and chores
  • color coordinates and name tags all their toys and clothes
  • makes them cute lunch boxes with supportive messages every day
  • sings them to sleep
  • tries to be strict but fails
  • “son it’s time to study please get off the computer. wait…is that overwatch? ….okay one more round if i can join”
  • a bit of a worry wart
  • always thinking about their well being and safety
  • when they get sick he flips out
  • “y/n according to webmd they’re dying. i’ve failed as a father. this is it.”
  • “jungkook pls calm down it’s just a cold”
  • puts his little ones in sports or dancing and takes them to practice
  • supports the heck out of them

Originally posted by jiminboi

Perks of Being A Stark (Peter Parker x Reader)

Anon asked:


Another anon also asked:

Hey can we get a fanfiction on Peter x Reader, where the reader is Tony’s daughter and it’s just super cute and fluffy.

(AN. Hi! this is basically just Peter fluff o k I love it and dad!Tony is just killing me)

Originally posted by peterbparkerr

Being Tony Stark’s daughter is overrated.

It was just a huge, chaotic mess of helping Tony prevent the world from going into a more chaotic state. It’s not that (Y/n) doesn’t like her father or anything, it’s because she loved him so much she was worried half to death everyday that he wouldn’t come home in one piece after a mission.

But like everything else in the world, being a Stark has its perks. (Y/n) grew up with the Avengers, meaning that when she was a little girl, it was Natasha and Clint who told her how to fight, Steve who told her bedtime stories, Bruce who tutored her, and Thor who comforted her when she was afraid of thunderstorms.

But that was years ago.

Now (Y/n) is 15, too old for bedtime stories or to be afraid of thunderstorms.

The events of the Sokovia accords broke her. What she knew as her family was now separated into two.

She would give anything to hear another bedtime story from Steve.

“(Y/n)?” Peter called, noticing that (Y/n) had a blank stare in her usually lively eyes,“Are you okay?”

(Y/n) snapped out of her train of thoughts. “I’m fine,” she sighed quietly.

They sat on the couch together, watching the Hobbit as their hands tangled together, (Y/n)’s head on Peter’s shoulder.

Of course, the Sokovia Accords also has its perks. She met Peter.

At first, Peter was just a stuttering mess who didn’t know how to act around her. Given time, they bonded over their love of Star Wars their similar intention of saving the world. It wasn’t until one night while watching Return Of The Jedi that Peter suddenly blurted out that he liked her.

That was two months ago.

And no, her father didn’t know.

Honestly, (Y/n) wasn’t really sure how he’ll react when he finds out.

“You’re doing that again,” Peter said softly. (Y/n)’s nose crinkled in confusion, “doing what?”

“That look with your eyes. Like you’re thinking, you know? What are you thinking about?” he asked with genuine curiosity and fascination.

“Just how dad will react if he knew,” (Y/n) said, chuckling in the end.

Peter grinned, kissing her nose playfully. “He’ll kill me when he finds out.”

“Who’ll kill you when who finds out what?” asked a stern voice from the back of the room, causing (Y/n) and Peter to jump in their seats.

Tony had ‘the look’ in his eyes, meaning that he could go off anytime now.

He stepped closer to Peter. “Don’t tell me it’s what I think it is.”

Peter sank down in seat. “I-I think it is what you think it is…?” he answered uncertainly.

“Okay,” Tony said, forcing himself to say the word.

“It’s okay?” Peter asked, a tint of hope in his voice.

“No,” he replied. “I’m giving you a five-minute head start.”

Peter’s eyes widened like tennis balls as he ran to the door, giving a pleading and apologetic look at (Y/n).

As soon as Peter was out of sight, Tony sat next to his daughter and gave her a grin. He laughed out loud. “He’s going to be so pissed when he finds out I’m just messing with him.”

Yes, being a Stark definitely has its perks.




SO……the Promise movie revealed Rin’s parent designs. Mamatsuoka is named Miyako and Papatsuoka is, we already know, Toraichi. And we also know that Rin got his teeth from his dad, but red hair from his mom and it’s cute and now I’m really emo and sad that Toraichi is dead bc he was a silly and loving man and father god. 


The RavenPrint Family!

I’m seriously in love with the children you guys have made for them!  They’re so cute and I love them! AND I WANTED TO ADD ANOTHER ONE SOMEONE MADE BUT I LOST THE NOTIFICATION WITH THE CHILD and now I’m sad :c

Thanks for making such cute and smoll characters UvU <3

Now credits!

Raven belongs to @ask-the-gothfamily

Bluebird (the one with long sleeves) belongs to @drawingerror

(????) belongs to @julliahantzee (they don’t have a name for him yet! If you have a suggestion for them, don’t hesitate to help!)

Blueprint belongs to me


Our local cinnamon roll is in search for a Dad, to apply you must be awesome and love the roll till death.

Or in other words, I am in deep hell where I search for a suitable Dad for Izuku (tho we all know everyone are good to be Dad for Izu), anyone got any other candidates? ;D Please share.

Cause while Izu has the Best Mom TM ->

Our Roll still needs a Dad, cause ->

We don’t know where this shithead is.

Rivals? || Peter Parker Imagine

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Word Count: 2238 words

Request by anon: hi, can you please do a peter parker x reader imagine where the reader is tony starks daughter or something and she and peter hate each other but they low key have sexual tension or something like that? and the imagine ends with them kissing or something? idk sorry if that didn’t make sense

No spoilers homie

Originally posted by peterbparkerr

Y/N Stark always wanted a normal life. She hated being known as Iron Man’s ​daughter. She hated not being a normal teenager. For her entire life, she was home schooled,being taught from the best in New York. So of course, she wanted to go to a high school, to have the experience of hating her teachers and falling in love.

The first day of freshmen year was strange at Midtown High, most people didn’t know who she was until she told them her name. Rumors had been going around about the infamous Y/N Stark was attending Midtown, but nobody thought of it to be true.

Teachers would kiss up to her, not wanting to face the wrath of her father, Tony Stark. Everyone wanted to be her friend by the Friday of her first week in high school, everyone but one person, Peter Parker. He hated how she got treated like royalty by the teacher and the students, especially Flash, who did anything to get her attention. He hated how her grades were as good as his. The whole school knew about their rivalry quickly into freshmen year.

After Peter got bitten by the radioactive spider that gave him his powers, he knew he had to do something with his ability. Like his Uncle said, “With great power comes great responsibility.” This only convinced him more that he should be out there, protecting the people of New York. He was also happy that he finally got something that Y/N didn’t have.

He would never admit it to anyone, but he thought she was the most beautiful girl in the world. When she was around him, he was captivated by her beauty. They would share glances in the hallway but would both quickly look away from embarrassment.

Y/N didn’t hate him, she tried to be nice to him. She didn’t like how her dad gave Peter all of his attention, but she understood it was for a good reason. The two teens were always battling for first place for everything such as science fairs and debates. They were always neck and neck, him beating her as much as she did him. But, she thought it was cute when Peter did little things like tap his fingertips on his desk when he was nervous or whenever he spoke, she was drawn to his lips. She thought Peter was cute in general.

Most people saw his ‘hatred’ for her as love masked with hate. Everyone thought that by the end of high school the two would be dating. Peter’s friends tried convincing him to talk to her, nicely, but he wouldn’t. Y/N’s friends tried to get the two smartest kids at Midtown High together, but it just failed.

“Hey Dad?” Y/N asked while she sat at the dinner table alone with her father. He looked up from his food, “Hmm?” He mumbled back to her, with food in his mouth.

“Can I go to a-a party tonight?” She questioned, playing with the food on her fork.

“Where is it?” Tony asked, stuffing food into his mouth. Y/N looked up at him, “Queens. In the suburbs. A lot of my friends are going.” She added.

Tony nodded his head, “Fine you can go.” Y/N looked at her dad, eyes wide. “Really?” She exclaimed.

“Yes. But no drinking,” He stated, pointing his finger at her but paused, “Okay. Minimal drinking.”

Y/N smiled widely, nodding her head muttering, “Yeah, yeah of course. Thank you.” She ran up to Tony and hugged him.

She left her chair and went to hug him. “Let me take you.” He said as he hugged her back. Y/N pulled away furrowed her eyebrows, slightly confused at the man, “Why?” Usually if Y/N had somewhere to be, Tony made someone else take her so the act was strange.

Tony smirked, “Come on, you’d be the coolest person there because I have sweet cars.” Y/N nodded her head, agreeing with him. “Okay, well I’m gonna go get ready.” She beamed, running up the stairs.

Tony pulled up to you’re friends house, music blaring and red solo cups already littering the ground. He looked at Y/N, wondering where all the time went. “Ugh, you’re growing up, guess it had to happen sooner or later,” He joked, making Y/N giggle.

“I’m gonna go, I’ll call you when it’s over, or text you if I’m staying the night, alright?” She asked, exiting the car. Some of the teens who were standing outside or just got dropped off were staring in shock. Tony Stark just dropped his teenage daughter off at a party in a, most likely, a very expensive car.

Y/N slammed the door shut, “Bye Dad!” She waved with a smile, waiting for him to drive away.Tony smiled at his daughter, bidding his farewell before speeding away.

“God, she irritates me. She would obviously have her rich daddy drive her here in a cool ass car just to make herself look good.” Peter groaned as he went inside with Ned.

“Or maybe he wanted to take his daughter to a high school party?” Ned suggested, realizing that the statement didn’t make much sense. The boys walked over to the drink table. Booze, booze, booze. Whatever. Peter soon found the fridge and got water, in a red cup so people wouldn’t call him so prude.

Y/N had found a couple of her friends to hang out with. They were already buzzed, she wanted to stay sober just to make sure her friends got home safely.

Halfway through the party, Flash, the host, shouted, “Yo, if anyone wants to play seven minutes in heaven, bring your ass over here!”

About half a dozen people followed him. Everyone at the party was either too drunk to car about his statement or didn’t want to play the game where they were locked in a closet with a stranger. “Come on, let’s go.” One of her friends exclaimed.

“Yeah let’s go.” Herr other friend yelled.

“Um, I don’t think it’s a good idea.” She shouted over the loud music. Her friends rolled their eyes and grabbed either of her arms, dragging her in Flash’s direction. The group of people who wanted to play were already there, sitting in a circle, around a bottle that was resting on a table. She looked at the faces of all the people, and was met with the grimace of Peter Parker.

Her friends found an open spot in the circle so naturally, Y/N sat with them, sitting diagonally across from Peter. “You all should know how the game works. But, to those of you who don’t [cough] Peter Parker [cough].” Flash boomed, making his friends laugh. Y/N felt bad for him, he didn’t deserve to be treated badly. No one does.

“Whoever wants to start, will spin the bottle. Whoever the bottle lands on, you have to go into that closet,” He said, pointing to a closet nearby, “for seven minutes with that person. You can do whatever you want in there cause it’ll be locked. After seven minutes I’ll open the door and yeah. Start the process over again with the person next to you. So, who’s first?”

It was about 4 rounds into the game, and Y/N was getting bored. But she was glad she didn’t have to go in yet. After a pair came out of the closet, with lipstick smeared all over their faces it was Peter’s turn. “Be cool about it, there are a lot of hot girls in this circle man.” Ned whispered when Peter spun the bottle. Peter nodded his head, agreeing with his friend.

The bottle spun slower and slower, Peter’s hands were starting to get clammy. The bottle stopped and he looked up from the green glass. The person sitting in front of it was none other than Y/N Stark. All the teenagers froze, shocked at what had happened. “I-I gotta go,” Peter mutter, standing up from his seat on one of the couches.

“Na-na-na-na no,” Peter felt a hand on his shoulder, turning to see Flash, “You’re gonna go into that closet with your best friend Y/N.” Flash finished sarcastically, pulling Peter over to Y/N, before grabbing her arm and pushing them into the closet. Flash slammed the door closed, making the two flinch.

“Seven minutes starts now,” Flash shouted from behind the door, before walking away towards the group of teens.

It was quiet for about thirty seconds, the two both scared of talking to the other. There was enough space in the closet to leave you both a couple inches apart, but only a couple inches. “Um, I’m sorry you had to do this,” Y/N apologized sympathetically, “I should’ve never come to this stupid party.” She muttered the last part, shaking her head. Peter stayed silent, holding one arm with the other.

“Why do you hate me so much?” Y/N asked, desperate to know.

Peter sighed, “I-I don’t hate you. It’s just,” he paused, not knowing what to say, “I was so used to being the smartest kid in class and suddenly you show up, beating me in nearly everything. I guess I was just, jealous of what you had.” He admitted honestly, slightly frustrated. Looking down in between the two to look at his shoes. “You have everything in the world. You have a lot of money, a rich dad, and a bunch of friends.You’re fucking perfect. I don’t have anything like that.”

“I’m sorry,” Y/N apologized again, feeling bad for him. She started playing with her thumbs, “But, I’m not perfect, I hated what I had. My rich dad gives you more attention now than he gives me because of the whole, superhero thing.” She whispered the last part, not knowing if anyone was listening, “My friends only want to be friends with me because of my name and the money I have. It sucks, ya know?” Y/N finished, a few tears leaking from her eyes.

“I, I didn’t know you felt that way,” He said, regretting the way he has treated this girl for the past couple of years. He moved forward, closing the space between them, moving his hands to cup her cheeks, brushing away her tears with his thumbs.

“You didn’t deserve the way I treated you. I didn’t know what things were like for you. I am so sorry I was so rude to you.” He apologized, leaning his forehead against hers. Y/N reached up and placed her hands on his shoulders, squeezing reassuringly.

“You didn’t know, it’s alright.” She whispered, her breath fanning against his cheeks, and a small, understanding smile on her lips.

“But it’s not alright,” Peter murmured, rubbing one of his thumbs on her cheek. Y/N closed her eyes for a second, “If you kiss me, I’ll forgive you.” He looked at her slightly shocked. But he closed his eyes and tilted his head slightly to the right before leaning in and capturing her lips with his. She closed her eyes once again, putting her arms around his neck and her hands into his hair.

His lips were soft, and hers tasted like candy. Her nose brushed against his cheek, but the act went unnoticed. She started playing with his hair, twirling it around her fingers.

Unbeknownst to Peter and Y/N, Flash shouted that the seven minutes were up. He moved towards the wooden door, not hearing anything coming from the other side due to the loud music. He went to unlock the door. When it opened, he froze. “Holy shit!” Flash shouted making the two kissing immediately pull apart, out of breath.

Peter had a blush rising on his face, mimicking Y/N’s. Most of the people who were playing were curious at what was happening, a crowd forming around the door. “They were just making out!” Flash shouted with a smirk on his lips, making the blush on Peter and Y/N’s face deepen.

“Alright Parker!” Someone in the crowd of people yelled, making Y/N stifle a laugh. Peter glared at her playfully. The crowd of people began to fade away, Flash telling the two to get out of the closet for the next round of people to go in.

Peter and Y/N walked to a place in the house where there wasn’t a herd of people. “So, do you want to go to the movies with me sometime?” Peter stammered, nervous about what her answer might be. Y/N smiled, “I would love too, Peter. Now, go enjoy the rest of the party. I have to go deal with my drunk friends.” She chuckled starting to back away. 

Peter nodded his head understandingly, “I’ll text you then. Yeah?” 

Y/N tilted her heard to the side slightly. “You better. You don’t want to make a Stark angry.” She said with a chuckle, walking back towards her friends.

Peter fist bumped the air, before whispering to himself, “I have a date….. awesome.”

Part Two

A Window View - Peter Parker

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The alarm on my phone rang at an amazingly annoying tone for the third time during a 20 minute period. The sun was just peeking through the windows into the living room, having the awakened chatter of the city commence at this hour. The tower was beginning to wake up as the sun rose higher into the sky, while I was doing the complete opposite.

I groaned, lifting my head and scrambling for my phone that was on the coffee table. It was nearly 10 AM, but I didn’t know, and I also didn’t care. I was up until two o’clock in the morning the night before, studying for a test that I would be having later this evening. I seemed to have become so concentrated that my head was on top of my History textbook, having the page still open to the same one from last night.

Shut up.” I hissed at my phone, squinting at the screen as I turned the alarm off. I hummed in content as I turned my head back around, grabbing my pencil pouch and cuddling it close to my body as I fell back asleep. Considering my situation, and just how lazy I became, I just really didn’t give it a second thought these days. No one would be up here until noon most days, so I was content with it.

I was already too deep in my slumber to hear the doors slide open, only to have my father and someone else come in.

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