i tried to do something else

Favorite parts of the new Rick and Morty episode:

Beth’s lowkey terrifying hobby

Morty’s reaction to said hobby

Summer is super comfortable and confident looking through Rick’s stuff. She Knows what she’s doing

Rick’s opening lines are the funniest shit to me

Jerry’s faults are finally analyzed and really REALLY looked at

We also see some of Jerry’s strengths- he and Rick can get along if Rick isn’t in his default hostile setting. (Which makes sense, because Jerry did manage to stay married to Beth for YEARS. There has to be SOMETHING there, or else Beth would have dumped him ages ago)

Beth isn’t perfect, but she TRIES to be a good mother, even amidst this crazy sci-fi bullshit world

I liked how Trisha seems to be a genuinely nice person. She wasn’t the villain in that scenario, it was Ethan who fucked up.

And on that note, “Careful Ethan. Your s’more is burning.”

anonymous asked:

Scenarios for TFP Starscream,and poly KOBD talking with a human s/o and the topic of lifespans comes up and they end up finding out humans only live for about 90 years (maybe a lil more if they're really healthy),how do they take the news?

Starscream

It hits him like a bullet to the chest. “Oh, I see,” he says, awkwardly looking down. He desperately tries to come up with something to distract the both of you. He thinks about it a lot after that. Even in the middle of a heated altercation with with Autobots, it’s always in the back of his mind.

Knockout and Breakdown

You just dumped a bag of bricks on their heads. It’s heavy and it hurts to carry that wieght. Breakdown would try to encourage you to make the most of the relationship you have with them, because what else can you do? Knockout stops him, and change the subject. He’s not up for a conversation this deep.

anonymous asked:

That flower is actually in relation to Tiana! It's the flower on her dress I believe.

Wasn’t there a frog or something else that related to Tiana? I tried looking for the graphic, but couldn’t find it. I do know that there was a Tangled reference. (Or a somebody’s pregnant reference, because “glowing” is used a helluva lot on pregnant women.)

anonymous asked:

i have a prompt for you: what if snape hadn't called lily 'mudblood' that day. what if their friendship had stayed strong, unbreakable. would he have grown to be a better person? would lily have loved him, rather than james? would harry just have another godfather? would james and lily have survived?

Okay you have successfully convinced me to write a Snape thing, which is a possibility I have audibly forsworn many times to my loved ones. But I’m a sucker for concepts like “Harry gets another godfather,” so, here we go.


When Severus was seven, he fell in love with the girl down the street. She had long red hair and dirty knees and she offered him half her candy bar one drizzly afternoon, waiting outside the school for her parents to come pick her up.

His parents weren’t coming— dad working late and mum at the pub recounting old Hogwarts glory stories, talking of years when her life was magical– but he didn’t tell Lily that. He was just waiting for the older bully boys who lurked in the empty lot on his way home to get bored and leave.

He ate the candy slowly in neat little bites while she grinned and told him about her big sister’s feud with the science teacher, like her Tuney was some sort of hero in a political espionage drama. She talked with her hands, narrow little things with freckled backs. He watched her wave from the back window of her mother’s car and then he started the long walk home.

When Severus was fifteen, James Potter dangled him upside down in the quad and laughed. Severus landed on elbows and knees. The bruises would stay for a week. The memories would not die with them— James’s cocky grin, the laughter in the spring air, the long whip of Lily’s red hair.

He felt small, bug-like, his knees pressing into the grass. His mother would come home some nights, kick the threadbare carpet, rattle the battered old pans in the cupboard, curse a Ministry that hated purebloods, that sucked up to halfbreeds and Mudbloods, that left the true wizards to rot in filth. He would curl up, make himself small, bug-like, imagine a chitinous shield growing over his shoulders, his spine, the softness of his kidneys. Some days, his father slept through this. Some days he screamed back.

After Severus met Lily, he would curl up under his covers, small, bug-like, and read through the comics she’d lent him with his hands pressed up over his ears. He wanted Professor X to come take him away. He wanted to be someone special, someone saved. He wanted a giant to burst through his door and frighten his mother and offer him a squashed birthday cake and a way out.

When Severus was fifteen, he slammed to his knees on the green Hogwarts quad. Laughter burrowed into his ears, like curses, like the nights his father screamed back, and when Lily stepped toward him he snapped, “I don’t need help from a Mudblood.”

When Severus slouched up to her door that summer, Lily didn’t invite him in. She leaned on the open frame of the door, arms crossed. He had so rarely seen Lily neither smiling or incandescent with rage, but she watched him with snakeskin eyes and a set mouth, still.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t–”

She twitched a strand of hair over her shoulder, the irritation the closest thing to an emotion he could spot on her. He was watching, desperate– this was Lily, she gave things away. She talked with her hands. He never felt lost, with her. “But why,” said Lily. “Why are you sorry? Because I’m upset, or because what you did was wrong?”

“I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“You did, and it’s not the point. I don’t care if it’s the part you care about, Sev, it’s not the part that matters. That was an awful thing to say– to say to anyone. You were cruel because you were scared and embarrassed, but Sev I could really care less. You were cruel.”

“I’m sorry,” he said again.

“Sorry’s not enough, Sev. Be fucking better.”

He jerked back and tried to turn it into some kind of laugh. “Language, careful, your mum might hear.”

She shrugged, and stepped back through the open door, and shut it in his face.

He spent the summer reading comic books, haunting the local library, then the local park once it’d closed, and then sneaking home when he was hopeful his parents would be asleep. He tried to think about bravery, but sometimes he just thought about Lily’s hair, the way it went more golden in summer. He tried to think about nobility, ethics and grace, but the clouds chased each other, fat and white, across the sky and he wasn’t sure what any of this had to do with him.

His father took him fishing by a dreary brown creek and they sat in silence. Severus could hear every creak of the rods, every lap of the water, every inhale and movement his father made. He thought maybe if he just said nothing, nothing ever, he’d never say anything again that made Lily’s face go so flat and distant. If he said nothing, maybe nothing would hurt.

His father reached back for a beer can in a swift movement and Severus froze himself unflinching. He sat in that silence afterward, slowing his heartbeat, picking apart the sudden rigid shell of his shoulders. His father hummed, cracking the can open like a gunshot.

He sat alone on the Hogwarts Express that year, stuffed in a compartment with a handful of second years who gave him half the seats while they giggled among themselves about the haircut of someone named Gertrude. Every summer’s end, for five years, he and Lily had boarded the train together, pressed their noses to the window glass, and watched the land rush by.

For the first month of school, Severus practiced pausing before he spoke, for seconds, minutes if he needed them. Sometimes he’d add an answer after the conversation had already moved on, bent over his mashed potatoes, weighing words as carefully as he weighed salamander eyes and mandrake root.

(If you crushed firedrake seeds with the flat of your blade, instead of cutting them, they made a more potent potion. The textbooks told you to stir six times counterclockwise to make Sleeping Draught, but he knew–because he had thought, and tried, and tried again–that if you did five counterclockwise and two clockwise the draught would turn that perfect turquoise and the sleep would be dreamless and sweet and deep. He kept notes in his textbook’s margins, because it helped to remember.)

In the second month, he tried to listen. People were starting to think about life after school, a big yawning chasm they were supposed to fill with themselves. People were starting to fall in love, puppyish and petty. People were starting to believe in the war, whispering, dreaming, fearing.

In the common room, one of the kids said something about Mudbloods and Severus’s head snapped up. He tried to imagine a shell growing into his shoulders, over his spine, covering all the soft parts of him. He wanted his covers, he wanted to shrink, he wanted Lily’s boxfuls of comics, but he rose to his feet and snapped back. Sometimes saying nothing hurt people, too. A small Muggleborn in green and silver ducked away to her dorm, clutching quietly at her sleeves.

For the third month, he tried to watch– not for warning sneers or cocky grins, clenched fists and broad shoulders, all the things he’d been watching for since before he could name them– but for the way shoulders might go rigid, the way fists might clench but hide, wishing for something to shield every soft part of them.

Severus was bony and pimply, sixteen years old and graceless in it, but he could be an interruption. He could mock with the best of them, flicking his brows and twisting his nose, and asking pointed questions. He could talk, smart-mouthed and snide, until the focus turned to him, and then he could survive anything they handed out. He could give as good as he got. The pauses were shorter, these days, before he spoke, but they would always be there, an echo offset from the shout, an avalanche that struck late and terrible.

When kids cried in bathrooms or empty classrooms or the library, he didn’t move to comfort them, though he heard them. He didn’t know how. He wrote his own curses, out in the forest where he could scar the trees in experiment, and they all turned out bloody. He loved few things, even Lily, as much as he loved pouring all of himself into his work, until something new and his own grew out of it. He wasn’t sure he’d ever invented something kind.

He didn’t try to find Lily, but he came back from the Forest once and almost tripped over her, half-napping in Hagrid’s pumpkin patch. He stumbled back into a gargantuan gourd while she pushed hair out of her face and peered up at him.

“I’m sorry,” he said, after a pause that rumbled and roiled in his gut, that he clung to with both hands, breathing into it and letting his shoulders go soft. “I’m sorry I said it. I’m sorry I made you feel small because I was feeling– small.”

Lily sat up a bit, in the little semi circle she’d built herself of books and scrolls and gobstones and snacks. She had built fairy circles like that, when they were children, of the flowers he’d transfigured for her.

“I’m sorry anyone has to feel that way, ever,” he said. “They shouldn’t. I’m angry anyone has to feel that way.”

“Me, too,” she said, and, fishing around in the detritus that surrounded her, handed him half a candy bar. “C'mon, you want some tea? Hagrid said he’d put a kettle on for me if I finished my Arithmancy.”

When Severus was in sixth year, Remus Lupin almost killed him on a moonlit night.

Severus had wanted answers, had wanted to get them in trouble, had wanted something a bit like vengeance, and Sirius had told him about the Whomping Willow. Sirius had grinned when he’d done it, small and bitter, and Severus had wondered if he was fighting with James again, wondering why else he’d sell out his friends.

“I didn’t think–” Sirius tried, the morning after, watching Remus across dry toast and cocoa, big juicy bowls of melon.

“You never do,” Remus snapped. (A bare handful of years later, standing in the smoldering ruins of James and Lily’s house, Remus would think about Sirius’s erratic gaze, the sharp edge of his voice, his last name, and wonder if he should have seen it coming. What here was premeditated? What was mischief? Sirius had once almost painted Remus’s own hands with red blood.)

But for now, Remus was sixteen and angry; he was sixteen and guilty of things that might have happened. He didn’t speak to Sirius for a month.

James refused to speak with Sirius, too, but he only lasted a week. Moony was sulking and Peter was busy studying his little heart out, and James got twitchy without proper and regular socialization.

“I’ll punch him in the nose,” said Lily, when Severus told her. She shifted where she sat cross-legged on the library table, like she might go off and hunt him down that second.

“Black doesn’t deserve the attention,” said Severus.

“Getting his ass kicked by a girl? That type of attention?”

“Getting his ass kicked by Lily Evans,” Severus said. “It’d be an honor and you know it.”

Reports of violence outside Hogwarts got worse. People were disappearing. People were whispering, fearing. The papers were ignoring the important things, and feeding off the fearmongering, or so Lily announced in the library while Severus was trying to study.

Alice and Lily had spent years sharing hissed rants in humid greenhouses. Over an undulating bed of luminescent deadly nightshade, Alice bent her head close to Lily’s and asked, “Have you heard of the Order of the Phoenix?”

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I know this nose art is for the Bad Batch, but I can’t help but imagine another Clone Unit with a stronger claim on the Senator as a mascot. (And how much Anakin would FLIP THE FUCK OUT)

— Morale Booster


“REX!”

… And it looks like the paneling repair will have to wait, as his General’s boots appear next to his head beside the transport’s landing gear. He pushes himself out from under the machine on a dolly, flat on his back.

“Sir?”

“What is THAT?!” his fearless leader yelps, pointing dramatically, emphatically upwards and towards the nose.

He scoots out farther, past General Skywalker’s legs, and props himself up on his elbows to take in the three-quarters-finished pinup Hardcase has been taking such pains with for the last four hours.

“Morale booster, sir. Couldn’t do something clever like the 104th and their Plo’s Bros or anything, so–”

“So you chose SENATOR AMIDALA?!” Did his voice just crack? It did.

He shrugs. “Sure. She’s been through enough hell and high water with us.”

“She’s a SENATOR!”

“And she’s a keen eye with that blaster,” he reasons, jerking his head up to the painting, and the flawlessly detailed replica of the Senator’s favored sidearm, primed to fire and held at a jaunty, confident angle. He even got the chipped paint over the trigger guard right.

“Got the looks for it too!” Hardcase yells down from where he’s shading in a long bare stretch of thigh, pausing to vigorously shake his can of spray paint. “We might finally be able to give the 327th a run for their money, with General Secura and all.”

“GENERAL SECURA is half naked on the nose of a transport?!”

“What? No!” Of course not, that’s just tasteless.

There’s a clatter from up above as Hardcase puts his paints down and leans over the scaffolding, a hand wobbling skeptically. “Well… Technically…”

“She’s in her usual outfit, y’know, with the–” Rex explains, and zig-zags a finger down from his head, mimicking the General’s lekku straps. “–and the leather pants.”

“It’s just a little leg, Anakin, I don’t see what you’re so upset about.”

Oh thank all the stars and little planets. Backup. General Kenobi steps up beside his former Padawan to admire the paint job himself. “Excellent work on her hair, Hardcase,” Kenobi continues, tilting his head.

“Thank you, sir. Run a probe with some white and a little metallic gold through the wet paint, gets it to streak so the shine looks real.”

General Skywalker is starting to do that thing where he puffs up like an angry coppi lizard and splutters furiously while he tries to think of something else to be upset about. He can hear Fives rolling his eyes from the opposite side of the transport. General. Honestly. If you’re trying to keep a relationship secret, openly displaying your klik-wide jealous streak is not how you do it.

“The 212’s is worse, anyway,” Kenobi muses idly, as Hardcase carefully adds the supposedly “very distinctive” freckle high on the Senator’s hip, just below the split in her modified favorite Council dress. Skywalker starts to go wide-eyed at that, because his sabacc face out of genuine combat is complete sleenshit, and startles when his master continues.

“She’s on the 212th transport too?!”

“Of course not, don’t be ridiculous. We can’t have duplicates, that defeats the purpose,” Kenobi says, in that too-reasonable tone he takes on when he’s deliberately fucking with his former Padawan.

“'Cept Master Ti,” Echo yells, from somewhere inside the paneling he and Rex had been working on.

“Except Master Ti, yes,” Kenobi agrees, and shrugs. “But that’s to be expected. Rather like how so many people have that arm tattoo of a heart with the ribbon that says ‘Mom’.”

Rex personally knew of at least eight other clones that had that exact tattoo, though the ribbon was usually striped like Master Ti’s headtails, and nods agreeably. That seems to have sufficiently diverted Skywalker, or at least confused him.

“Then how is it worse?” Skywalker asks, a little desperately, then his face lights up completely with slightly malicious anticipation. “Is it the Duchess?!”

Oh boy. Rex looks up at Hardcase, who is biting down on his paint-splattered fist to keep from laughing, as General Kenobi gets that look.

“Certainly not,” Kenobi says sternly, and waits a full beat to drop his bombshell. “It’s me.”

Skywalker just stares.

“Though I’m reasonably certain Duchess Kryze had something to do with it, given the way I’m half falling out of my robes.”

Now he looks vaguely green.

“Or it’s some perverse joke of Master Windu’s. It seems his style. Cody refuses to tell me.”

And before Skywalker can come up with anything else to protest, Kenobi adds:

“Besides, Senator Amidala loves it. Hers, I mean. I haven’t asked her about mine.”

Apparently even Jedi can choke on air when sufficiently surprised. But really, where did he think they’d gotten the preliminary sketches from?

  • *in the training room*
  • Lance: Keith there's something I've been wanting to tell you
  • Lance: Keith I lov- do you hear that?
  • *muffled voices from the control room above*
  • Lance: who's up there?
  • Coran: no one, you can continue
  • Lance: wha-
  • Hunk: yeah we're not up here
  • Pidge: guys stop talking you're ruining the moment
  • Lance: Pidge?
  • Allura: you're distracting them!
  • Lance: STOP
  • Slav: in 58 other realities they were together by now
  • Lance: GUYS
  • Shiro: maybe we should leave them alone
  • Lance: WHO ELSE IS UP THERE
  • Matt: did they kiss yet?
The Case of the Bed Stranger

Stiles/Derek, T, 1.5K words, College AU

Written for the following prompt: The house party me and my friends threw kinda escalated and after throwing out everyone I found this half naked person passed out in my bed but I can’t be bothered to wake them up now so I’m just gonna go to sleep and deal with it in the morning, they are kind of cute anyway AU


“Erica,” Derek says calmly—very calmly, he thinks, considering the situation. It’s two in the morning, he just trudged back from the library with a pounding headache behind his eyes, and he comes home to find their apartment the site of a raging house party, with drunk undergrads everywhere.

“Hey, Der,” she says, with that wide grin that only comes out when she’s had one drink too many.

“You didn’t tell me you were throwing a party,” he says, his jaw clenched, and she scoffs.

“This? This isn’t a party. This is a, uh, just a little get-together.”

Derek rolls his eyes. “It’s finals, for fuck’s sake. I’m going to bed, at least turn the fucking music down.”

He pushes through the crowd—accidentally hitting some of them with his backpack, oops—and finally seeks refuge in his room. The noise is dulled, blessedly, when he shuts the door behind him, and he exhales, letting his eyes fall shut. His momentary calm evaporates, however, when he opens eyes and notices the very important fact that someone is currently asleep in his bed, sprawled out on his stomach like he owns the place.

All Derek can see is broad bare shoulders, messy brown hair, and half of a mole-dotted face, pressed into the pillow and currently slack with sleep. Huh.

Derek sighs. He’s fucking exhausted, he doesn’t want to deal with babysitting some drunk kid right now, and he really doesn’t want him to wake up and then throw up in Derek’s bed or something.

Plus, the traitorous little voice in his head says, he’s really cute.

Derek shakes his head, irritated, as he drops his backpack on his desk chair. He strips down to his boxers and skips brushing his teeth—he’ll do it twice in the morning, and people are probably fucking the bathroom anyway, Jesus Christ.

Derek pulls back the comforter and gently slides into the bed, trying not to disrupt the mattress before he realizes that he’s being ridiculous. Why is he even considering a stranger’s comfort? It all seems for naught, anyway, because this kid apparently sleeps like the dead.

He takes a quick peek under the blankets, and at least the guy’s still wearing briefs, thank god. Derek doesn’t want to have to worry about accidentally sexually assaulting someone in his sleep.

He flops over onto his other side—thanks to the king size bed, his only grad school indulgence, there’s plenty of room—and closes his eyes. He’ll deal with this shit in the morning.

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A Deal With The Devil

The deal was simple, we’d get to ask him a couple of questions and he got to ask us a couple of questions. A bit odd if you ask me. What could The Devil possibly want to know from us? I couldn’t tell you.

“Is heaven real?” I asked.

“Yes,” he replied, his voice like dying embers in a fireplace, “and so is hell.”

“Who goes to heaven?”

“Whoever God wants there.”

“I’m afraid that’s much too vague for us.”

“What’s that like?” he asked, his eyes perking up.

“I’m sorry?”

“What’s it like to be afraid?”

A bit confused, I tried my best to describe the feeling of fear. My explanation was a bit clumsy but he appeared to be satisfied with it.

“Why’d you want to know that?” I asked.

“Because when God made me, he didn’t give me the ability to feel fear. I can’t feel lots of things.”

“What can you feel?”

“Pain.”

I got us back on track.

“Can you elaborate on your answer from before? About heaven?”

“Of course. Heaven is open to all of God’s creations, whatever they do.”

I breathed a sigh of relief. When I was called in, the people in charge told me that my primary objective was to secure information on how humanity could get to heaven. With that sorted, anything else I gathered was a bonus.

“Are you going to heaven too? Since you were created by God,” I asked.

“I could, but I won’t,” he replied.

“Why?”

“Because I committed the most egregious sin. I did something only God was supposed to do.”

“What’s that?”

“I tried to create angels. They didn’t work out. My angels were made in my image, so I guess I’m to blame. All they do is cause suffering and destruction, so God said they had to go to hell, to suffer for an eternity”

“You mean the demons?”

“Yes, I guess I do. I couldn’t go to heaven, not while my creations were suffering. So I decided that when the time came, I would travel to hell and suffer with them.”

“Why?”

“Because I love them.”

I checked my watch, “Time’s almost up.”

“Yes it is.” he replied.

“I have to go back and get debriefed.” I said, preparing to leave the facility. “They’ll be ecstatic when they get the good news.”

“And what might that be?”

“That no matter what we do, we’re going to heaven.”

“But you’re not, or anyone else for that matter.”

“But,” I said, my voice wavering, “You said…”

“Yes, I know what I said my child. But you’re not one of God’s creations,” he said with a tone I would mistake for sadness if I didn’t know better,

“You’re one of mine.”

Breaking the rules

THIS IS PART 2 FOR I DONT PLAY BY THE RULES

Pairing: Peter parker x reader

Summary: Peter and reader get paired up on a project together, while studying together reader might find out Peter’s identity and things get steamy between them.

Word count: 2265

warnings: makeout, swearing?

Hope you guys enjoy!

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Originally posted by winter-hunters

Next day Peter was going crazy. He had in fact made out with the girl of his dreams, and she had kissed him first! He arrived to school with the biggest puppy smile in his face, which was not dismissed by Ned, who immediately dragged him to an empty hallway.

“Please tell me you talked to her”

“Even better”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, she- umm- well, we might have kissed”

“Badass”

As they headed towards Chemistry class Peter kept replaying last night’s events in his head. Would it be too soon to go back to yours today? He wanted to talk to Y/n more, and the kisses were always a bonus. He looked for her in the crow, when he finally spotted Y/n he  gave her his brightest smile, the one he had been saving just for her.

However Y/n looked, confused? When she saw him she looked kind of surprised and pleased as she waved her hand at him. He lifted his own hand ready to wave back, wondering why would she look surprised? They had made ou- Crap, crap crap crap!

Peter stopped his hand from weaving and quickly look somewhere else as he realized. Of course she would look surprised! She doesn’t know who was behind the mask! Peter kept his gaze in the floor as he made his way to the classroom. With her sitting in the front at least he wouldn’t be discover staring at Y/n.

The class went by rapidly, with Peter paying none to little attention, at least until the final minutes when the teacher made an announcement.

“Class as you know we will be making the final project on pairs, which I will assign, so stop looking at Mr. Parker, Mr Leeds. It’s due by the end of the week so you better start working now.”

Peter zoned out until he heard his name being called once again by the teacher.

“Mr Parker will be working with Ms. Stark”

The teacher continued calling the pairs, however Peter couldn’t seem to focus anymore. He was working with Y/n? He could barely look at you without blushing, how was he going to talk to you?

Being so distracted he didn’t notice people leaving the classroom, apparently class was over. He saw Ned leaving the classroom as well, giving the boy a thumbs up as he noticed that Y/n was not gone, she was approaching Peter, with one of her classic smiles.

“Hey Peter”

“Hey- I umh- hey”

Peter control yourself! This is your chance to talk to her, at least without the suit.

“Well, I was thinking that maybe we should work on the project at my place, you know my dad will be happy  to see you”

What? How does she know Mr. Stark and him now each other? Does she also know he is spiderman?

“You know since you have the Stark Internship and all”

Right. The Stark Internship. He almost forgot about that too.

“Sooo, my place at 7? You should stay for dinner as well.”

The boy could only manage a nod before the girl turned around and exited the room, leaving him alone. Great, he thought, I really am nothing without my suit, I can’t even talk to her!

Tonight will be a long night.

Peter had been a nervous wreck during the whole day, so when school was over he went to the first alley he could find and changed into his spiderman suit. He had some hours to kill before going to the Avenger’s tower.

Time flied as he stopped robberies and helped a girl get her cat back from a tree. When he finally checked his phone it was 7:10 already! He went back to the alley and changed into his usual clothes, shoving the suit into his backpack and hurrying towards her home.

Mr. Stark was waiting for him as the elevator doors opened. He welcomed him with a smile as he took his shoulder with his hand and guided him towards the kitchen.

“Welcome kid! You know where everything is, so make yourself at home.”

“Thank you Mr. Stark”

“Just remember that my daughter is off limits for everybody, and that includes you”

This time his tone had been more serious and he was staring right at Peter’s eyes, like he could tell what had happened yesterday. Peter felt terrible, Mr. Stark had helped him so much and gave him his suit! He didn’t want to lie to the man!

However this thoughts were quickly erased as he saw Y/n entering the room. She was wearing a beautiful sundress that made her legs look longer. Mr. Stark cleared his throat next to Peter, probably to stop him from checking out his daughter.

“Remember the rules Peter! And Y/n, don’t you think that dress is too short”

“Dad stop it! We are just workin on a chemistry project! We’ll be in my room okay”

“Listen to me young lady, that door stays wide open!Dinner will be ready at 8!”

Y/n rolled her eyes as she took his arm and leaded the way towards her room, answering with a “Whatever dad” before closing the door.

“I’m sorry about that, he is just really protective”

“Yeah sure- don’t worry”

The both stood in the entrance of the room until she moved towards her couch, the same he had been on yesterday. He blushed at the memory and tried to think of something else before his pants go too tight. He followed her, sitting next to her as they talked about their project.

“So I was thinking we should do something related to DNA maybe? Like how it can change and stuff. I don’t really know it was just and idea-”

“No yeah, I like it, we should do that”.

The girl got up and brought her laptop to the couch so they could gather information together. Peter found it had to focus on the project when he could catch a glance at the hickeys on her neck, but he managed. About 20 minutes later they had gather enough information to at least get started on the actual presentation.

“Peter you’ve got a pencil I can borrow?”

“Yeah, just let me get my backpack”

“Where is it?”

“I leaved it by the door”

“I’ll go get it”

With those final words she stood up and headed towards the door looking for said pencil. Peter stayed alone for a while, waiting for her to come back. She was taking a while, maybe she couldn’t find it? As he was standing up to find the girl he saw her come back empty handed, but with a wide smile.

Her hair was now in a ponytail, and he could clearly see the hickeys from last night. Also, had her dress gotten shorter? It was barely covering her legs anymore, and he had to remind himself to look somewhere else before she noticed his drooling.

“Did you find it?”

“Yeah, but it doesn’t matter anymore. I was thinking we should get a break, you know, talk and stuff. Get to know each other”

Why did everything reminded him of last night? He got a big dejavu as the girl seated next to him but this time it was only to take his hand and lead him to her bed, seating down on it, with her back on the header as he took the place next to her, facing each other.

“Mmmh- so, what would you like to know?”

“Tell me about your Stark Internship Peter, it’s kinda funny how we’ve never runned into each other in the tower, since you spend so much time here.”

“Well I just- I stay mainly at the labs you know? And help your dad with stuff”

“So you spend a lot of time with my dad?”

“Kinda”

Peter was growing more and more nervous. The girl hadn’t stopped looking at him while biting her lip. Was she doing it on purpose? Did she know about his crush? He wanted to be the one biting those pink lips. Her hand traveled from her leg to her neck, stroking it while making small moans, claiming she was hurt. The noises distracted Peter as he tried his best not to get a hard on. Why was she doing this? Did she enjoyed to get guys in her room and seduce them?

“You must know the Avengers then”

“I’ve met them a couple times”

“Even Spiderman?”

Where was she going with these? Did she wanted to see Spider Man again? Maybe that was why she was asking about him, trying to seem nice to Peter so he would give him some info.

“I’ve talk to him a couple times”

“Well, I’ve been wanting to give him a  secret message, could you do that for me?”

The girl had gotten closer than before, taking Peter’s arm and stroking it, going up and down, while her other hand was on his shoulder, holding them close. She leaned into his ear as she whispered.

“You should tell him to hide better his suit”

She pushed back a little, just enough to catch Peter’s lip into a kiss. What even? Oh shit, she must have found the suit on my backpack! Well, he couldn’t really argue as she kept kissing him. How come she always surprised him? The boy refused to get left behind as he finally bit into the girl’s lip, making her open her mouth for his tongue to get in.

The girl got up and she straddled his hips, making them both whine at the contact. He got his mouth to hers once again while he took her legs into his hands. This time he could touch a little bit further. He slid his hand up and down, placing them in the back of her tights as he brought her closer to him.

He finally let go of the girls mouth as he headed towards her neck, sucking and biting at the same spot, leaving it even redder than before. He could hear her soft moaning right next to his ear as he slid a bit of her dress to kiss her collarbone. Meanwhile the girl had began unbuttoning his shirt, stroking his stomach as well, getting way to close at the band of his boxers. He could feel his pants getting a little too tight.

Did she feel the same? He wanted to touch as well, but he didn’t want to scare her off. He got his hands off from her thighs going for her waist instead, however the girl had other plans. She seemed to notice his thoughts as she took his hand and placed it under her dress once again.

“Don’t think too much Peter”

She went back to kissing him as the boy gather enough courage to move his hand upwards. He brushed his fingers slightly at the fabric of her underwear, making the girl throw back her head as she let out a series of whimpers, this time louder than before.

“Peter do it again”

With some new gained confidence the boy move his fingers once again against the fabric where he guessed was her clit, stroking it, making the girl even wetter than before.

Y/n started moving her hips along with his fingers, trying to get more friction, until she finally got his hand off her and she seated in his lap. The contact of his dick and her clit made them both let out groans a as they moved their hips in unison.

“Peter”

She continued to moan his name in his ear. If she kept on doing that he would be in a very sticky situation very soon. Peter tried to get back on her neck and maybe slide the other strap off her shoulder when a voice interrupted him.

“Peter better have some clothes on before I get in!”

Fuck, Mr Stark! He had completely forgotten about him. Both teenagers stared wide eyes at each other as her father entered the room, without giving them time to fix themselves.

She quickly got off him as he buttoned up his shirt and adjusted his pants. The last thing he wanted was for Mr. Stark to see he got the hots for his daughter. She tried to fix their hair but was stopped as her father stormed into the room.

“Are you serious kid? I welcomed you into my house, into my team! and this is how you thank me?”

Peter looked down at this words. He couldn’t believe he had gotten Mr. Stark down. He probably hated him

“Dad stop it! It was my fault!”

“How could it be your fault?”

“I kissed Peter okay? I just really like him” ay/n shrugged her shoulders and looked at Peter as she said this words. It was true, she really did like him and his dorky side.

“I’m really sorr-”

“I gave you one single rule, stay away from her, and you go and do the exact opposite!” Y/n’s father closed his eyes as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “We’ll have a long talk in a moment, if you are gonna be dating my daughter we must settle some rules first, but now let’s get down for dinner, We’ll talk later kiddo.”

Mr. Stark finally left the room. Y/n looked at Peter as she said.

“Sooo, we dating now?”

“I’d love to”

The girl smiled at Peter before taking his hand, leading the way towards the kitchen.

“Did you really break my father’s rules?”

As he stared at her he realised she looked perfect with her messy hair, swollen lips and her hand interlocked with his.

“Well, I learned from the best”

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SPECIAL S/O TO @nutmeg030 FOR LISTENING TO MY RAMBLING AND MAKING THIS SECON PART POSSIBLE! I love youuuu!

Thank you so much to everyone!

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Hey, a new video! <3 6000+ followers came so fast that I didn’t get the chance to work on the video I really wanted to work on, so I tried to do something else quick, but aa! It was a lot of work and super fun to do! Hope you guys like! Thank you so much for following, so so excited to have you all here! <3 Thank you for the support and have a lovely weekend! Keep it going so I can work on the other video, but I think you all would rlly love it! <3

Headcanon

A/N: This would probably take place after their S/O is finished breast feeding, just a small heads up for that, Hope you like it Anon!! 


How the batboys would react if people were harassing their S/O for breast feeding in public

Dick Grayson

  • He wouldn’t get extremely angry, just very ticked off
  • this person would be whispering about it and making a huge scene about it
  • He’d try so hard not to punch them in the face
  • Because ya’know, his S/O and child is right there next to him
  • he doesn’t want to make a HUGE scene
  • if it were to get out of hand he’d take her away from this person
  • constantly asking if she’s okay 
  • if she’s hurt or stressed out about the situation
  • “Dick it’s fine, it was one person”
  • “STILL ARE YOU OKAY??? he was like all in your face about it”
  • “He was like five feet away from me, it’s fine, let’s just go home”

Jason Todd

  • He wouldn’t hesitate to step up and do something about it
  • He’ll TRY not to hurt them physically 
  • stay VERY CLOSE TO HIS S/O
  • will end up shoving this guy off if he were to get to close
  • wouldn’t turn into a fight but it was close to it
  • he’d very protective of his S/O what can I say?
  • His S/O would have to pull him along to it doesn’t get to violent 
  • “Fuckin’ bastard, thinking he could say that shit in front of us”
  • “Jason, calm down, it’s fine”

Tim Drake

  • He’s very protective of his S/O and the baby
  • ANYTHING could set him off if it was something negative about them.
  • He’d be the first to hear this person talking about it
  • AND HE’D BE LISTENING REAL GOOD
  • subconsciously would try and scoot his S/O somewheres else away from this person 
  • “Tim what’re you doing”
  • “What…? oh nothing!”
  • He tries so hard not to knock this guy out. 
  • AGAIN. He doesn’t want to make a scene
  • He’ll end up giving a snarky comeback at this guy 
  • immediately he kinda pulls his S/O off somewheres else so it doesn’t get out of hand

Damian Wayne

  • let’s be honest
  • he’d go all out
  • making comebacks and outsmarting this guy to the BONE
  • it somehow gets this guy to get all up in his face
  • Like the others he doesn’t want to make a scene in front of his S/O 
  • He may shove this guy
  • might give a little threat before telling his S/O it was time to go
  • His S/O would obviously notice
  • its Damian Wayne 
  • of course he’d give some sort of threat
  • “Damian that was no not necessary”
  • “He was being a bastard infront of women with a baby, I had to step in some how”


That’s all lovelies! Hope you liked it!!

The First Time With Jeon Jungkook

Originally posted by syeons

Genre: romance/fluff
Pairing: Jungkook/You
Length: 12203 words
Summary: This a series based on all of your first times with Jungkook from your childhood till when you both reach adult hood.

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5 /PART 6


THE FIRST TIME YOU KISSED

“You tell me Y/N, do you want this?” he brushes his thumb over your cheek “Do you want to kiss me?”

Before you could ever give your response to him, reality hits the shameless boy like a train. What was he thinking when he asked you such a question? His sudden tendency to take your feelings for granted by working his moves on you, wasn’t how he ever wanted it to be. He was curious and quite greedy about having the chance to win your first kiss. Was it still like a competition for him? Was he toying with you or was he being serious?

Jungkook was your best friend and his intentions were never ill to begin with. You knew from day one, when he held your hand and decided to be your friend back then in kindergarten, that he was anything but harmful. You were well aware of the fact that he could be trusted, and all these years of friendship proved that he was a keeper. Maybe you could trust him? But what would it change? Only jungkook had the answers and decisions to take in this very moment, yet he suddenly stepped away from you

What am I doing, right now? Jungkook would suddenly ask himself as he eyed your lips up-close for the first time in his life

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Some Questions to Ask When Things Go Wrong

1. Is this something I should take seriously and try to put right; is it something that is worth working on, and investing more energy on?

2. How much is my fault? Is it something I can change further down the road?

3. How much is outside my control; will anything I do really alter the situation or make a lasting difference?

5. Have I done everything I possibly can? Have I tried and exhausted all possible options?

6. Is it something I should put behind me, and decide to walk away from?

7. Who else has gone through a similar experience, or had this happen to them? Who can I talk to who will understand, and give me valuable help and advice?

8. What can I learn from this experience?

9. How can I build myself up again, so I have the needed strength to go forward in my life?

10. What small steps can I take to enhance my self-esteem?

Eclipse

This would be so much funnier if I knew how to actually do things like this, but it took me a while to figure out this even, so I’m gonna share it anyway.

One in a Million

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Can you write a short where Seb abd Bucky are in the same universe and they meet. But the reader is dating one of them and hangs out with the other one then her bf gets jealous at the end with fluff please?? Requested by Anonymous

Word Count:1,816

Warnings: Language, Mention of Alzheimer, Tiny Angst, Fluff

A/N: And Happy Birthday Sebby! This is probably not what you had in mind, but it’s what I came up with. I don’t write rpf so Seb is not a Stan ;) I made that gif, you’re welcome to use it.

“Babe?” you called out to Bucky once you noticed him. You were supposed to meet at your favourite coffee shop for lunch and your boyfriend was standing at the hand-off counter, patiently waiting for his cup of coffee.

When he didn’t turn around, you walked over to him and slid your arms around his waist. You didn’t notice how the man tensed and straightened himself up. You nuzzled his neck and placed a soft kiss on his jawline.

“Um, you cut your hair?” The man gave you a little shove and you took a step back to look at him. “What’s wrong?”

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You left your mark on me, and I can’t forget you. Its like no matter what I fucking do, your name is tattooed on my heart and trust me I tried to get rid of it. Tried to cover it with a different name, tried to drink it away, tried to stop feeling you through my veins but nothing ever works. Everything goes back to you.
Its always you. Its you all the damn time. Its you when I’m with him. Its you when I’m alone. Its you no matter what I do or who I’m doing it with and I give up.
I give up on trying to erase you. I give up on trying to replace you with something else, anything else because it only brings me back to the place I was when you decided I was no longer enough for you.
And I don’t understand why its so hard to forget a person who forgot you first. I don’t understand how I can still feel the exact same way we met when I don’t even really know you anymore. You only exist in my memories and the pictures I still have of you.
You are just a ghost of everything that ever was yet I still feel everything so damn clearly, as if we were back 6 months ago in your car when you first told me you loved me.
Everything is so damn clear except your so far away I don’t know how I can still see you so well.
—  You’re in my veins
Curiosity l Peter Parker

Summary: Where the reader confronts Peter about his absence recently and why he suddenly rejoined the decathlon team…

Warning: minor spoilers, swearing, and a little long…oh well

Pairing: Peter Parker (Spiderman) x reader

Type: Continuation of Patch Up

MASTERLIST

A/N: Tag list is still open and growing! Don’t be afraid to ask if you wanna be on it. I’d be more than happy to add you. Also, I hope I got everyone. There was a lot of people who requested to be on the list. Finally, tell me your thoughts on this series. Are you all liking them so far? I love feedback!

Part One Here / Part Two Here / Part Four Here / Part Five Here / Part Six Here


The next day, Peter slugged his backpack over his shoulders, making sure to protect it at all costs for the contents inside. “Hey Pete,” Ned said, joining him.

“Hey Ned. Can you help me with something later?” 

“Yeah. What’s up?” They continued down the hallways of school. “Finally gonna ask Y/N to Homecoming?”

“What? No, no, no. I will deal with that later. Listen, after the party last night, I chased a bunch of bad guys and they fired some alien tech at me. A piece broke off from one of the guns and I need your help to see what it is and what it does.” Ned nodded his head. 

“You have a piece of alien tech?” 

“Yes.”

“Cool!”

“No, not cool. I need to know what this thing does and if it is dangerous or not,” Peter added.

“Its alien technology, Peter. Of course it is going to be dangerous.”

“Will you help me?”

“Hell yeah. How could I pass that up?”

“Okay great. So during robotics class, we can work on it and see if we can pull out its power sou–” Peter stopped talking when his eyes caught sight of Y/N approaching them. 

“Pete! What the hell?” Y/N said, throwing her arms up.

“What did I–” Peter asked in confusion.

“Where were you last night? You missed him! After you left, he came,” she exclaimed.

“Who came?”

“Spiderman! He actually came to Liz’s party. Flash was so jealous,” Y/N laughed. 

“O-Of me or of Spiderman,” Peter stuttered.

“Well, who do you think, Peter? You of course.” Ned nudged Peter in his arm. “You where really the talk of the party. Its kinda sad you missed it.”

“Y-Yeah well, I wasn’t feeling good so I decided…to go home,” Peter said. He shoved his hands in his pockets and nodded his head. “Listen, Y/N–” but before Peter could finish his sentence, the bell rang.

“Oh, I should get to class,” Y/N said. 

“Yeah, yeah. Me too,” Peter shrugged off casually. He slowly walked backwards and then remembered something. “Actually, I go this way,” he went and pasted Y/N and she went in the opposite direction.

Peter glanced back at her retreating figure before continuing down the hallway. Then Y/N turned around and briefly glanced back as Peter and Ned made their way to their first class of the day.


Peter slammed his hammer down repeatedly onto the foreign purple device, hoping to break it apart. He jumped back slightly and the top came off. He gently pulled it off to see the purple glowy thing underneath it.

“Woah, what is that?”

“I don’t know,” Peter grunted, pulling it apart. “Some guy tried to vaporize me with it.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah.”

“Awesome!” Peter furrowed his eyebrows at Ned in confusion. “I mean…not awesome. Totally uncool that guy. So scary,” Ned tried to cover up. 

“Well, look. I think its a power source,” Peter said, struggling to get his screwdriver into the device.

“Yeah but its connected to all these micro-processors. Thats an abductive charging plate. That’s what I use to charge my toothbrush,” Ned pointed out.

“Whoever is making these weapons is obviously combining alien tech with ours,” Peter observed.

“That is literally the coolest sentence anyone has every said. I just wanna thank you for letting me be apart of your journey into this amazing–” the two of them moved away as Peter swung at the device. A small blast coming from the device. They both turned their heads towards the professor who was skimming through a cross word puzzle.

“Keep your fingers clear of the blades,” he ordered. Ned and Peter turned their attention back towards their project, now seeing that the purple glowing device was free of the weapon.

“We gotta figure out what this thing is and who makes it,” Peter said.

“We will go to the lab after class and run some tests.” The two did a small little handshake before packing up their things and leaving the class.


“First, I say we put the glowy thing in a safe place” Ned said, as the two walked in the absent hallway.

“First you gotta come up with a better name than glowy thing,” Peter said.

“You’re right.” Two people rounded the corner and Peter took cover.

“Crap!” He jumped out of the open, hiding behind a wall. “Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on.” Ned looked both ways before awkwardly joining him. The two of them poked their heads around the corner, watching the two bad guys roam their school. “Those are the guys who tried to kill me.”

“What?!?”

“Yeah!”

“We gotta get out of here,” Ned pressured.

“No, I gotta follow them. Maybe they will led me to the guy who dropped me in the lake,” Peter said, poking his head out again. 

“Someone dropped you in a lake?”

“Yeah, it was not good,” Peter said. The men disappeared into a room and Peter moved from his hiding spot.

“Peter!”

“No, stay there.” Peter left his best friend and quietly made his way into the same room the bad guys were in. Someone suddenly knocked on the window and Ned turned around, looking at a kid in the window.

“What are you doing?” The kid asked.

“Nothing,” Ned laughed nervously. “You?”

“Chess.”

 Peter squatted down and stealthily made his way into the room. The two men seemed to be tracking the purple device Peter was carrying. A monitor in the hand of one of the men, tracking the radiation emitting from the alien purple thingy.

When they didn’t find anything, they turned to leave, the room uncharacteristically quiet. It was skeptical to them. They shrugged it off and walked out the door. Peter hang upside down under a table. He reached out and shot a small mechanical spider onto the shoe of one of the men, tracking them himself.


Back at Peter’s apartment, Ned turned on Peter’s tracker. His web shooter emitted a hologram, a map, of the whereabouts of the two men. “This is so awesome,” Ned said, referring to the map.

Peter flopped onto the bed and gazed at the hologram that Ned held. “I know right? They are in Brooklyn.”

Over the next few hours, the two kept track where the bad guys were traveling. “Staten Island,” Ned announced, grabbing a handful of Doritos. Another hour pasted and Peter was loading his web shooters. “New Jersey,” Ned said, watching the hologram.

And after another hour, the hologram beeped rapidly. Ned sat up in Peter’s bed, Peter’s Spiderman mask displayed on his best friend’s face. Ned grabbed the web shooter.

“They stopped.” Peter, who hung upside down from the ceiling, turned around and faced Ned. He read the map.

“Maryland?!?”

“What’s there,” Ned asked.

“I don’t know. Evil lair?”

“They have a lair?” The spider eyes widened.

“Dude, a gang with alien guns run by a guy with wings. Yeah, they have a lair,” Peter stated.

“Badass,” Ned nodded with a smile. “But how are you going to get there if it is like three hundred miles away?” The two of them turned their heads towards the Academic Decathlon poster.

“It’s not too far from D.C.”


The next day, Peter made his way outside to meet up with the Nationals team. “Guys,” he said, coming to a halt in from of the small group.

“Peter?” Y/N asked in confusion.

“Yeah, I was hoping I could maybe rejoin the team,” Peter begged Y/N.

“No. No way,” Flash said, pushing past Y/N. Guess he was still a little pissed off about Peter being friends with Spiderman. “You can’t just quit on us then stroll up and be welcomed back by everyone.”

“Hey! Welcome back Peter,” Mr. Harrington said while hopping off the school bus. “Flash, you’re back to first alter now.”

“What?”

“He’s taking your place,” Abe laughed.

“Uh, excuse me. Can we go already? Cause I was hoping to get in some light protesting in front of one of the embassies before dinner,” Michelle announced.

“Protesting is patriotic. Let’s get on the bus,” Mr. Harrington said. Flash shoved his yellow jacket uniform into Peter before angrily stomping onto the bus. Everyone loaded onto the bus except Y/N and Peter.

“Why did you rejoin the team? I thought you were needed by Mr. Stark,” Y/N said, a single eyebrow raised.

“Well, yeah but he was generous enough to let me go for the weekend,” Peter shrugged. Y/N nodded her head suspiciously. She walked up onto the first step before Peter stopped her. “Hey Y/N?”

“Yeah,” she said, turning around.

“Y-You don’t–a-are you–I don’t–do you–do you have a–uh–are you–no–you don’t happen to have a date to Homecoming, do you?” Peter asked, tripping over his words. Y/N smiled sheepishly and brushed a strand of hair behind her ear.

“No, I don’t actually. I guess I have been kinda waiting for the right guy to ask me, you know?”

“Y-Yeah, yeah. Absolutely,” there was an awkward silence between the two.

“Sooo?” Y/N pushed.

“Hmm?”

“Do you have anything else you wanna ask me?” Y/N tried hinting, attempting to be somewhat discrete about it. Peter opened his mouth to say something but the words he wanted to say, never came. Instead, he squeaked out:

“N-No, I’m good.” Y/n slumped slightly and turned around, continuing her journey up the bus. 

“Dammit, Parker! What is wrong with you? Why couldn’t you just ask her? Why couldn’t you just ask her to Homecoming? Damn idiot,” Peter said to himself quietly, mentally slapping himself in the side of the head before entering onto the bus.


For the entire trip,Y/N and Liz were testing the other kids. Liz and Y/N took turns asking the question and the kids would ring in when they knew the answer. Y/N asked the last question on that specific topic and Peter rang the bell. He answered the question perfectly and Y/N nodded towards him. “Very good, Peter. It’s good to have you back.”

“Its good to be back,” Peter muttered to himself. The boy looked down at his phone which was ringing. He stood to his feet and looked at Y/N. “Can I take this real quick?”

“Yeah. Sure.”

“Thank you. Hello?” He made his way to the back of the bus, sitting one seat behind Ned. Y/N watched him as his face scrunched up as he talked to whoever was on the other side of the phone. Y/N snapped out of her thoughts, clearing her throat in the process. She went back to reading off her note cards until they reached their destination.


When they made it to the hotel, the kids all marveled at how big it was. They all signed in and were given partners to room with. Peter was with Ned and Y/N was with Liz. Peter glanced over at Ned.“You brought your computer right?”

“Why?”

Inside their hotel room, Peter plugged his suit into Ned’s laptop and set everything up. Peter pulled out some tools and began to work on his suit, trying to locate the tracker Tony installed.

“Peter. Why are we removing the tracker from your suit?” Peter glanced over at Ned, a flashlight in his mouth. He removed it and turned his attention back to his suit.

“Because I gotta follow these guys to their boss before they move again and I don’t really want Mr. Stark to know about it,” Peter admitted.

“Sooo…you’re lying to Iron Man, now?”

“No, I am not lying. He just doesn’t really get what I can do yet,” Peter shrugged. Peter found the tracker and pulled it out of his suit. “Got ya. Alright Happy, have fun tracking this lamp.” Peter placed the track on the lamp and went back to looking at his suit.

“There’s a ton of other sub systems in here but they are all disabled by the…training wheels protocol,” Ned laughed.

“What?” Peter moved to sit beside Ned, confusing written on his face. “Training Wheels Protocol?”

Ned held in a laugh.

“Turn it off!”

“I don’t think that is a good idea. I mean, it’s blocked for a reason,” Ned pointed out. Peter moved off the bed and jumped onto his own one.

“Come on, man. I don’t need training wheels. I am sick of him treating me like a kid all the time. It’s not cool,” Peter said in frustration.

“But you are a kid.”

“Yeah, a kid who can stop a bus with his bare hands,” Peter protested.

“Peter! I just don’t think this is a great idea. What if this is illegal?” Peter jumped off the bed and knelt next to Ned.

“Ned. Please. This is my chance to prove myself,” he begged. “I can handle it. Ned, come on.”

“I really don’t think this is a good idea.”

“The guy in the chair,” Peter whispered encouragingly.

“Don’t do that,” Ned rolled his eyes.

“Come on,” Peter persuaded.

 Ned sighed and double tapped his computer. Immediately, Peter’s suit light up and they both looked at it. Peter put on his suit and normal clothes over top of it. He zipped up his hoodie and put the hood over his head. He peeked out the door of their room.

“Okay, the glowy thing is evidence. Keep it safe, alright?” Ned reached over and grabbed the glowy thing off the bed.  

“Okay.” Peter looked at his web shooter, reading the map laid out for him.

“They’re moving.”

“Be careful,” Ned said. Peter left their room, closing the door behind him. He turned to leave and stopped when seeing Y/N in her swimsuit, a towel in her arms. Peter backed up slightly and she smiled at him. “H-Hey Y/N.”

She pass him and motioned for the others to follow her. “We are going to go swimming,” she whispered. The others ran quietly past Peter. Flash following behind them all to give Peter a slap on his butt. Peter jumped and protested quietly. The kids disappeared, leaving the two in the hallway alone.

“I-I was uh–I was going to go study i-in the business center,” Peter lied.

“Peter, you don’t need to study. You’re the smartest person I know,” Y/N grinned.

“Really?”

“Yeah, I know you’ll make us proud tomorrow,” Y/N said truthfully. Peter looked at her in admiration.

“This is really important to you,” he noted. 

“Well of course. It’s our future. I don’t want to screw it up.” He nodded in agreement. “Also we raided the mini bar and these candy bars were like eleven dollars. So if you wanna join us, you are more than welcome to” she tossed him a candy bar. “Just come down whenever.”

“A-Actually I really do have to study,” Peter lied. He could see the disappointment in her face but she covered it was a soft smile.

“Oh okay. If you insist.” She turned to leave, briefly glancing back at the boy before joining the other kids. Peter sadly turned and walked in the opposite direction.

The kids all played and splashed in the pool, Peter watching them from the open window on the rooftop. He smiled down at Y/N who casually sat at the edge of the pool, her feet in the water. 

He stood to his feet and put on the final piece of his suit, the mask. As soon as it was situated, the suit light up again and a voice spoke to him. 

“Good evening, Peter.”

“Hello?”

“Congratulations on completing your rigorous Training Wheels Protocol and gaining access to your suit’s full capabilities,” the lady announced.

“Thank you.”

“So where would you like to take me tonight?”

“I-I put a tracker on someone. He’s a bad guy,” Peter said, putting his hands on his hips.

“Tracker located. Plotting course intercept target.” He watched the lady pull up a map and show him where the bad guys were located. 

“Okay, well as long as i make it back in time for the decathlon, I am fine,” Peter said before swinging away and following the map. Peter jumped onto a moving truck and rode it a few miles out of town. 

“One hundred meters from destination and closing. Jump now,” Peter did as he was told, jumping off of the truck and landing on the ground. He ran into the brushes and kept low. “Detecting three individuals.”

“Why is their secret lair in a gas station? That’s so lame,” Peter whispered. He climbed up the sign of the gas station and sat down on it. “Hey suit lady, what are they doing?”

“Do you wanna hear what they are saying?”

“I can hear what they are saying? Uh, yeah.”

“Activating enhanced reconnaissance mode,” Peter’s suit x-ray scanned the van the bad guys sat in and he could immediately hear their conversation.

“Woah, that’s so cool! They are in the middle of a heist. I could catch them all red-handed. Okay, I am going to get a little closer so I can see what is happening,” he told the suit.

“Would you like me to engage enhanced combat mode?”

“UH, enhanced combat mode? Yeah!”

“Activating instant kill,” the suit said suddenly. Peter’s eyes turned black with little red circles in the center. 

“No, no, no, no, no. I don’t want to kill anybody,” he insisted. His eyes went back to their regular white.

“Deactivating instant kill.” He jumped and webbed the sign but immediately fell flat on his face against the pavement. He stood up in confusion.

“What the hell just happened? What was that?”

“You webbed the sign and landed on your face,” the lady stated. Peter looked up and tried webbing the sign again. Small webs landing on it.

“Suit lady! What is wrong with my web shooters?” He ran for cover. 

“Rapid fire is the default for enhanced combat mode,” the suit said.

“Why would I need rapid fire?” Peter asked, slightly confused.

“Would you like to see more options? You have five hundred and seventy-six possible web shooter combinations.” Peter looked down at his hands, every option lighting up on the screen.

“Mr. Stark really over did it.” He shook his head and pointed to one of the combinations. “That one.”

“Great choice! Would you like me to set this as your new default?” Peter tested it out. A web came out alright, shocking the sign and lighting up the letters on it.

“What was that?” Peter asked, running to hid again.

“Taser webs,” the suit lady chimed.  

“Taser webs? I don’t want taser webs,” Peter whispered, jumping onto the roof of the gas station.

“You seem to be very unfamiliar with your web shooter settings. Would you like to run a refresher course?”

“No, just…you choose,” Peter said, shaking his head.

“Sure!” Peter looked up and saw three long trucks passing on the main road. He then looked up just in time to see the flying monster swoop down and hover over the trucks. “What the–”

Peter watched the flying monster guy/thing, latch onto the last truck. He dropped four cubs and a purple portal opened. The man dropped into the loading container and disappeared from Peter’s sight, the wings of the suit being left outside to fly above the truck.

Peter jumped and landed on the truck the monster was in. He peered into the container, watching the man load a backpack full of items from the shipping container. 

“Woah! Cool! It’s like some kind of matter phase shifter,” Peter observed, reaching his hand out to touch the purple portal. 

He backed away and waited for the villain to exit the moving container. As soon as he did, Peter webbed the backpack and pulled it towards him. 

“Hey, big bird! This doesn’t belong to you,” Peter shouted. His eyes dilated as the monster jumped back into his suit, detaching from the container. “Oh god.” He flew towards Peter but he dodged him easily. He aimed his web shooters at the flying monster and the webs fell short. “Suit lady! What was that?”

“You told me to choose.”

“What? No, just set everything back to normal,” Peter struggled, now trying to block the bird man without any weapons or webs on hand. 

“Activating all systems.”

The man grabbed hold of Peter’s shoulder and tried pulling him away. Peter was able to push away from his grasp, however; he lost his balance and fell into the portal. He knocked the cubes in with him. He immediately jumped up to escape the container and he hit his head. The portal closed and Peter lay unconscious.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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Sleepless

You know the drill by now. It’s Whump Week Day 5- Insomnia/Mental Illness.

Have some klance late night training bonding after a rough mission.


Keith found himself returning to the training deck. He didn’t know why he started doing it, but now he couldn’t stop. Any time his emotions got to be too much, he buried them by fighting the training bots, sometimes for hours on end.

This practice quickly became a habit for any difficult situation, any time he simply couldn’t calm down without exhausting himself physically. So, it was really no surprise that after a terrible mission like that he would do this.

What was surprising, however, was that someone else was already using the room.

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