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The Night We Met - Peter Parker

Originally posted by spderman

word count: 5568
warnings: swearing, super adorkable peter
a/n: this is my first posted peter fic so go easy on me?
also this is really low key based on this song, but the sound of it not the words so much if that makes sense? idk i’m at a loss


[ i am not the only traveler who has not repaid his debt / i’ve been searching for a trail to follow again / take me back to the night we met ]

The facility was quiet as you padded through it, though it was common for it to be so silent when the sun had set hours ago.  It was late, one am, you presumed.  But this was the ideal time to go wandering around the building you lived in.  It was dark, only the moon and star’s light shining into the rooms, and the living space and kitchen were surrounded by windows, which casted shadows and small pools of light on the floor that you liked to dance around on your tiptoes in.  Wearing your pajamas and silently leaping short distances and twirling around on the cool tiled or hardwood floors.

You had lived in the facility for the whole past year that it had been built and functioning, and before that you’d lived at the tower for most of your life.  All but the first three years of your life, when you were stuck in an orphanage.  Before Tony Stark adopted you.  Why had he? You were never entirely sure.  You never understood why a man with his wealth and success needed a daughter to add onto his list of priorities but you’d never thought to question him.  Besides, you liked having a Mom and Dad.  Pepper was more of the parental figure, and Tony was mostly there to… well he used to get you into trouble but since you turned fifteen a year ago he became more protective.  You weren’t his little girl anymore, you were a teenager, blossoming into womanhood.  And when you turned sixteen his overprotectiveness only increased.

It hadn’t really mattered, you weren’t really an avenger.  At least, not one out on the battlefield.  No, you preferred working in the lab with Bruce, designing new suits, lighter weapons, deadlier weapons, faster engines for the jet.  But your favorite thing was creating new costumes, as you liked to call them.  Though the rest of the team wouldn’t prefer the term.  Sure, you worried for your Dad, and the others that had just as easily become your family, but you also knew that they were a special set of people.  Trained assassins, super soldiers, even Clint was… important.

(you never missed an opportunity to tease him, much to his displeasure)

So as you twirled around gracefully in the moonlight, your eyes closed as you enjoyed the silence, not even needing a tune to dance to, and found your peace.  You loved these secret nights of yours.  Your own special thing.

[ and then I can tell myself what the hell I’m supposed to do / and then I can tell myself not to ride along with you ]

You were working today, your hair pulled up into a high ponytail and your eyes focused on the sketch in front of you.  You tried not to rock on the stood you sat at while your hand moved swiftly over the tablet, the rubber tipped stylus creating lines of maroon on the screen.

“You know,” Banner spoke, making you jump slightly, and creating a long line throughout the entire design of Wanda’s new and improved outfit.

“Thanks a lot” You rolled your eyes, carefully hitting the undo button and making Bruce roll his eyes right back at you.

“Calm down you fixed it with a push of a button”

“Did Bruce Banner just tell me to calm down?” You asked, quirking an eyebrow at him.

“y/n just- just shut up.  God when did you become a teenager?” You chuckled, going back to your sketching with a smile on your face.

“You don’t remember? Because I do.  Vividly”

“That’s only cause Tony gave you the body talk” Bruce said, and you felt a chill go down your spine at the memory.  “Anyhow, I was going to say that that new recruit is coming here today”

“New recruit?” You asked, sitting up and abandoning your art now, your curiosity peaked.  “Why wasn’t I told?”

“You designed his suit, the uh… the bug one”

“Ant Man?”

“No, the other one”

“Wasp?” You asked again, Bruce shook his head.

“No no, the one from Berlin” You squinted for a moment, trying to remember.

“Bruce, just cause my Dad’s sorta a snake sometimes doesn’t mean he’s a bug, that’s rude” You chuckled, and Banner rolled his eyes, again.

“Seriously y/n stop being all sassy what happened to your pigtails and pink overalls?”

“I grew up” You stated, wasting no time in getting back to your work.  Bruce frowned sadly at your back.  You were right, you had grown up.  And while you still may only be sixteen, the world you lived in had forced you to mature much faster than you should have.  But nonetheless, he let you get back to your work while he went back to creating a new prototype for Bucky’s arm.

“And no, it’s Spider-Man”


“Alright kid, this is a big deal now” Tony said, clapping a hand on Peter’s back as they made their way into the facility.  “Whole team lives here, my whole family” He told him.

“Wow” Was all Peter could think to say as his eyes looked around.  They landed on everything, quickly, wanting to take it all in at once.

“Okay okay, slow down, you’re one of us now, you’ve got plenty of time to make googly eyes-”

Tony was cut off mid sentence as Peter had crashed into something, sending the box in his arms and the papers in the other person’s arms flying as his victim stumbled backwards onto the floor.

“I’m sorry! I’m so so so sorr-” He stopped abruptly upon seeing you there, gathering your things as quickly as you could.  He couldn’t help his wide eyes as he watched your every movement.  Before he shook his head and began helping you pick up his papers.

“It’s fine I’m just- I’m super late” You spoke quickly, stacking your sketches in your arms messily and in a rushed fashion.  You didn’t even look up at him until he seemed to be staring at the paper in his hands.

“You-you drew this? Wow” He said in amazement, but you snatched it away.

“That’s what y/n does here” Tony said, not being able to take the awkward tension anymore and scooping up most of your papers in his hands and giving them to you.  “Geez are these all Wanda’s?” He asked you as you held what was probably a hundred designs in your arms.

“Yeah, yep, I didn’t know what exactly she was looking for she just said something new, so..” You trailed off, trying to straighten out and align all of the papers in your arms.  You shot a glance over at the boy who had picked up his box, full of typical teenage boy items.  Until you looked more curiously and could tell instantly he was  a very studious boy.  “You must be Spider-Man?”

“Parker Pete- Peter Parker.  I’m Peter Parker that-that’s me” He stammered, making you send a goody glance at your father before looking back to the boy that seemed your age.  He had adorable puppy brown eyes and the same colored curls on his head.  He was adorable, cute, it was the only thing you could think of for a moment.

“Well hello Parker Pete” You said with a small laugh as you stuck your hand out while carefully maneuvering your stack of papers.  “I’m y/n” You introduced while he shook your hand, a bit too long but you didn’t really want to pull away either.

“She’s also my daughter, and off limits, so let’s keep walking” Tony said, grabbing Peter by the shoulders and steering him away.

“Wha- she-you have- you’re his-” Peter couldn’t even get a full sentence out as Tony directed him farther away from you, leaving you to stand in the hall and watch in amusement as your father dragged the poor boy away.

“Bye Parker Pete!” You called before heading off to Wanda’s room.

You liked Peter Parker.  He was a stuttering, adorkable mess.

[ i had all and then most of you, some and now none of you / take me back to the night we met ]

You were sat at the kitchen breakfast bar, sketching away as always.  Sometimes you just liked changing your setting.  Working in the lab could get loud, or stuffy, and it was good to have a little change of scenery.  Plus, the best things happened in the kitchen.

For instance, right now, everyone was trying to arm wrestle Steve.  Which was a very amusing sight to watch.  Currently, Natasha was flexing her arms trying to prepare herself for what everyone knew would be a failure.

“What’re you working on?” You heard a familiar voice, and turned to see Peter slipping onto the high chair next to you.  You smiled at him almost instinctively.  He’d been living at the facility for a week now, and at this point you were pretty good friends.  Being the same age really did help, seeing you were both the youngest ones there.

“Hopefully a new bow for Clint” You told him, showing him your design.  “I’m hoping he won’t break this one” You added with a chuckle.  Peter stared at the paper, genuine interest on his features.  You loved that about him, even for the simple things he always admired your work like it was the coolest thing he’s ever seen.

“Neat” He said, still staring at it even as you slid it back to your part of the tabletop.  “What’s uh… what’s happening over there?” He nodded off to where Steve was dangerously close to slamming Nat’s hand on the table.  You were a little worried about the Black Widow’s well being, but even more so for the table.  It wouldn’t be the first time Steve had broken the dinner table over an arm wrestling tournament.

“Steve’s daring people to arm wrestle him” You said, watching them again, just as Natasha lost.  She groaned in frustration, shaking out her sore hand.  “He only does it when Tony’s not around to scold him for it”

“Scold him?” Peter asked curiously.

“He usually breaks stuff.  Tables, vases, bones” Peter’s eyes widened with fear, making you chuckle.

“Calm down Spider-Boy, he won’t attack you” You said, putting your hand unconsciously on his forearm.  “It’s just a little competition he likes to do to show off.  No one’s ever beat him” You shrugged.  “Kinda like how Thor tests us to lift his hammer, we all know that thing won’t budge, but we try anyways” You said.  Peter’s eyes were trained on Steve and Wanda’s current match.  You took his distracted moment to admire his features, his starry eyes, gelled but soft looking hair, thin pink lips.  You smiled at him, and only then noticed your hand resting on him.  You removed it quickly, busying yourself with your design again.

“Hey new kid!” You perked up once more when you heard Steve’s voice ring out, catching Peter’s attention.

“M-me?” Peter pointed to himself, unsure if the Captain America was talking to him or not.  You giggled to yourself quietly.

“Yeah you, you wanna try and go a round?” He asked.  Your eyes went from gleaming to wide with worry in a matter of seconds.

“Peter you don’t have-”

“Yeah sure” Peter shrugged before you could give him a way out of it.  You watched as he hopped to the ground and walked over to the opposite side of the table as Steve.  All of your focus was on the two.  Sure, Steve would never heart him on purpose but Peter wasn’t like the other avengers, he was sixteen, and you were worried he’d get his arm broken or something.  You stared as their hands latched together, neither of them doing anything yet.  “Look, I-I just wanna say sorry about like- attacking you at that airport” Peter said, and you blushed slightly at his cute awkwardness.  Apologizing for the fight, no one had really done that yet.  Most of you just tried to look past it.

“Yeah, no hard feelings” Steve winked, and like that, you could see their arms struggling slightly as they put all their strength into it.  Your lips parted slightly when you realized Peter wasn’t losing.  He was actually doing really well, completely focused on Steve’s arm.  “Wow kid, you got quite a grip” Steve commented, and you could hear the struggle in his voice.

Well that was new.

“But hey, I’m still the strongest one here” Steve said, slamming the kid’s hand down onto the table.  Peter sighed, shaking his hand just as Nat had earlier.  You clapped while the others began to leave the room, tired of Steve’s party games.

“Wow! Parker Pete!” You rushed over to him and hugged him before thinking about it.  “Just- wow” You laughed, and Peter gave a short laugh with you, rubbing his now aching hand.  “No one’s ever done that before! Just how strong are you?” You asked him, and his face went red.

“I-I don’t know” He stammered out, and you hugged him again.  You felt him slowly wrap his arms around your waist, tugging you a little closer as he held you.  It was quiet for a moment, and your heart began fluttering as you lingered there together.  Somehow, it wasn’t just a hug, and you could both feel it.

“Hey hey hey, watch the hands there” You sighed quietly when Tony came in, pointing accusingly at the both of you, and you pulled away from Peter.  “Break it up” He said, snapping his fingers as he went to the fridge for a bottle of beer.

“Peter almost beat Steve at arm wrestling” You bragged, trying to ease up your father’s current mood.

“God dammit I told him no more of those” He grumbled, heading back out of the kitchen, the popped his head back in.  “Break it up!” He called loudly again.  “Both of you! Separate rooms pronto!” You rolled your eyes as he left, but squeezed a hand on Peter’s wrist before gathering your materials from the counter.

“Night Parker Pete” You said sweetly, then headed out the door and towards the elevator.  Peter slumped onto one of the chairs, staring at the doorway you just exited.

“Goodnight y/n” He said to himself.

“You like her?” He heard an accented voice and turned to see Wanda standing there.  The boy’s heart nearly leapt out of his chest, he hadn’t even realized there was another way into this room.  “Yes?” She questioned after not having received an answer.

“Yea-yeah I mean yeah y/n.. y/n’s great she’s a great-amazing friend” He said, all the while nodding his head and blushing like a fool.  Wanda chuckled, using her powers to snatch an orange off the counter, but opted to use her nails to peel it.

“I can read minds” She told him.  “I know you like her” She told him, winking a brown eye.  Peter opened his mouth but no words came out for a few moments.

“I… she’s great” He told her, unsure of what he could say.

“You also think she’s beautiful” Wanda continued, putting a slide of the fruit into her mouth.

“Well I-”

“Are we discussing Peter Parker’s feelings towards miss Stark?”

Peter fell of his chair, definitely not having expected Vision to simply face through the wall of the kitchen, joining the conversation abruptly.  Wanda nodded as she chewed, and Peter attempted to stand and straighten out his sweater.

“Well I think it’s… pleasing” Vision said.

“Pl-pleasing?” Peter stuttered.

“Yes, it is nice to think of you becoming romantically involved with miss Stark” He said with a nod of his head.  Peter’s eyes widened with fear.

“No, no no no no, y/n and I-I we- we aren’t- she’s my friend”

“Yes, and Wanda is my friend” Vision said, and the witch’s head snapped towards him.  “But that is no barrier to love”

Peter almost fell just from standing up.  He could feel his knees wobbling and his heart was pounding incredibly fast in his chest.

“Vizh…” Wanda said slowly, coming over and putting a hand on the android’s arm.  “Let’s go talk” She said, and he nodded again, allowing her to guide him out of the room.  “But if you want my advice,” Wanda turned to Peter before she could fully leave the kitchen.  “Go for it, y/n looks at you a lot, the way… the way I remember Pietro looking at his love” Wanda said.  Peter couldn’t even find the right words to say before she left the room.

Shortly after, he went running out, making his way as quickly as he could to the weight room.  It was nearing ten o’clock, but he needed a stress relief, and working out seemed much better than sitting in his room with his anxiety all pent up.

He practically burst through the doors, not even noting Steve dragging a punching bag to it’s hook as he tore his sweater off, leaving him in a tee shirt and khakis.  Not really the best chosen attire to work out in, but he didn’t care.  He needed to… to run, to punch something.  He stepped up onto the treadmill, setting it on a higher setting before just sprinting.  Racing over the spinning rubber sheet until sweat dripped down his forehead.

“Kid? Hey Parker?” Steve called, catching Peter’s attention but he didn’t stop running.  “You aren’t stress running cause I kicked your ass earlier right?” He asked, and Peter shook his head, his breathing ragged as he put the treadmill on a higher setting.  “Alright, then why are you stress running?”

“I’m not stress running” Peter grunted.

“Yes you are.  Why?” Steve said, his voice stern so that he’d open up to him.  Peter let out a sigh, but was still reluctant to stop running.

“Because” He huffed.  “I’m in love… with y/n… and she’s Tony’s daughter… and doesn’t like me back… deserves better than me anyways” He said in between sharp intakes of breath.  Steve chuckled, putting his hands on his hips.

“Alright, alright turn that off you’re gonna kill yourself” He said, and Peter didn’t even argue, just slowed it down before stopping it completely.  “Listen closely to me, alright?” Peter nodded shakily, and stepped down off the treadmill.

He walked over to Steve, and they sat down together on a bench.

“I’m going to tell you a story about a woman named Peggy Carter”

[ i don’t know what I’m supposed to do, haunted by the ghost of you / oh, take me back to the night we met ]

You had just slipped out of your room, checking to make sure the halls were clear as you walked as lightly as possible down the hallway towards the kitchen.  You hadn’t changed into pajamas like usual, still wearing your simple white dress from earlier that night.  But you didn’t mind, you were just happy to finally be able to sneak out.  Earlier than you usually do, it was midnight and you often waited for one am to roll around but you were too eager to escape to your happy place.

After tiptoeing down the stairs, opting not to use the elevator because it made noise, you snuck into the kitchen, quickly and carefully closing the door behind you.  Even though it and the walls secluding it were glass windows.  You were a creature of habit.

“What’re you doing here?” You spun around, about to kick the owner of the sudden voice in the throat, but be caught your ankle.

“Peter?” You lowered your leg, smoothing out your skirt.  “What’re you doing? It’s late” He gave you a look before laughing.

“Well I can basically say the same thing” He said, and you blushed, looking down for a moment.

“I… I come here at night when everyone’s asleep.  It’s my way of sneaking out” You said with half a shrug.  “It was a secret until now” Peter’s face fell, and he could feel his stomach dropped.

Oh my god I ruined her special place for her

“No worries” You said with a soft smile.  “I’m happy you’re the first I can share it with” You told him, and began to walk off to the living area, in front of all the windows.  Peter scurried off after you, walking awkwardly with his hands behind his back as you were staring outside.  He looked over at you, awestruck by the way the moonlight reflected on your features, making parts of your dress look like it was glowing, but others hidden in a shadow.  “So Parker Pete,” You said with a smile as you turned your head to look at him.  “What’re you doing out here so late?”

“I- I was just… sitting” He answered lamely, making you chuckle and roll your eyes a little.

“Okay, but why sit in the kitchen in the middle of the night? Don’t you want your rest?”

“M-my rest?” You shrugged.

“I don’t know.  Everyone around here falls asleep so early when my Dad’s not throwing some big party” You told him.

“Does he have parties a lot?” You crinkled your nose and bopped your head side to side as if to say so so.  

“Not as much as he used to.  Now it’s just the small group of us, playing music, eating lots of food, dancing, it’s nice.  A good reason to dress up and have fun but kick back from the stress” You told him.  “I guess I like it better than they used to be.  Loud, lots of drunks.  I remember hiding in my room inside my closet until my mom would come kiss me goodnight and tell me he was shooing people out” You chuckled a little, leaning closer to the window and tapping your fingers lightly against the glass to a made up beat.

“As a rebellious teen, do you want more parties?” Peter asked, mocking a reporter’s voice and making you laugh, shooting him a quick glance.

“I wouldn’t call myself rebellious, but that doesn’t mean I’m a total rule follower” You said.  “For the daughter of Tony Stark, I think that says a lot about my adoption” You said jokingly.

“I didn’t know that” He said, stepping closer to you.  He wanted to look out the window, enjoy the view as you were, but he couldn’t tear his eyes off of you.

“Yeah you can’t really tell unless you look close enough.  We’re really close” Peter smiled gently.

“That’s good” You nodded.

“Yeah… to me he really is my Dad, I don’t go out of my way to use the term ‘adopted’ it doesn’t bother me by any means, he’s just more to me than that.  Pepper too, but she’s the busy one nowadays” You told him.  “Anyways, that’s my life story you wanna share now?”

“Uh, it’s sorta messy” He said, awkwardly rubbing the back of his head.  You shook your head, brushing it off.

“I don’t mind.  I’d like to hear it Parker Pete” He chuckled, and licked his lips while he thought of what to say.

“Well, uhm, my parents were killed” He said, clearing his throat.  “In a hijacked plane crash when I was seven… and uh… I’ve been living with my Aunt May and Uncle Ben since then” He told you, avoiding your eyes.  “And not long after I.. well became Spider-Man uh…”

You noticed the way he was kicking his feet into the carpet, a nervous habit, and your heart began to sink as sadness washed over your features.

“My-my Uncle he- he got shot because of me” Your eyes widened and you moved closer to him, your back to the window now and completely abandoning the view you loved as you stared up at Peter with crinkled brows and big wet eyes.  Your hand reached out to grab his without a second thought.

“I’m sure it wasn’t your fault Peter” You whispered, but he shook his head.

“No, no if I’d just been honest with him and had been back to him on time like I said I would he- I would’ve-” You placed your other hand against his cheek, turning his head up to look at you.

“It wasn’t your fault, Pete” You told him softly, keeping your voice steady.  “And I promise if he could see you now, he’d be so incredibly proud of you and all you’ve done” You saw his lips quirk up for a short moment, and you smiled at him.  “I’ve known you for all of a week and I am” You said, and his heart surely stopped in his chest, only to speed up again.

“Thanks, y/n” He said, and you nodded, dropping your hand from his face but kept your hands latched at your side.  “He would’ve liked you” He told you, and for some reason it made your cheeks heat up in a pink blush.

“Really?” Peter smiled as he nodded.

“Yeah, you’d remind him of May I’m sure” A giggle slipped past your lips before you could stop it.  Why did this make you all bubbly?

“Am I like her?” You asked, and Peter pursed his lips.

“You’ve got the same attitude but secret softie thing going on” You quirked up an eyebrow.

“I’m not a softie, I used to be out on that battlefield you know” You told him, crossing your arms over your chest as you’d released his hand.

“Really?” Peter asked, narrowing his eyes and smirking playfully.  “Because you were all worried earlier when I was going to arm wrestle Captain America” You jaw dropped open at him.

“Oh really? Say that to my excellent combat skills” You said with a wink.

“Excellent combat skills?” He asked, and you nodded.

“Uh huh, only reason I’m not out there is cause someone’s gotta make your spandex onesie” Peter looked at you with an offended expression.

“It’s not-!” He groaned, throwing his arms down at his sides.  You let out a laugh and shook your head.

“I don’t know… I mean, I designed it I think I know a onesie when I make one” You told him.  Peter opened his mouth and closed it a few times, and you began to laugh again, your smile bright and your eyes twinkling with delight.  Peter couldn’t even keep up his facade of a straight face.  “Alright, alright, what else? What do I and May Parker have in common?”

“I don’t know, uh, she used to dance with him all the time, when I was little they’d dance around to his old record player” You smiled at him, and bounced a little on your bare feet.  “What? What?” Peter asked as you just kept laughing and bouncing.

“Come on come on” You tugged on his hands, pulling him closer eagerly, and planting his palms on your waist.

“You want to dance with me?” He asked like he didn’t even believe it.  But you nodded, your grin still present as you crossed your wrists behind his neck.

“Yeah” You said, beginning to bite back your smile.

“I-I don’t have my phone so I don’t have any like-like music or anything” You shrugged your shoulders and noted how he panicked a little.

“It’s fine, we don’t really need it” You told him, and you gave him a comforting smile.  “Calm down Peter, it’s just me” You said.

How ironic, he thought.

“Why’s it ironic?” You asked, and Peter’s eyes filled with fear at the realization that he’d said it out loud.  He didn’t say anything at first, his brain still turning and his heart beating impossibly faster than it already was.  You could tell that he was nervous, so you rested your forehead on his chest so that he didn’t have to look at you.  “Peter?” You called when you didn’t hear any answer from him.

“Sorry I-I didn’t know what to say you uh y-you make me nervous” You pulled away, looking up at him with surprised eyes and raised brows.

“I do?” You asked, taken aback by the confession.  Peter nodded, looking from his feet to you and partially wishing that he could drop dead right this moment.

But then you smiled at him, an airy laugh coming from your lips.

“You make me nervous sometimes too Parker Pete” You told him, and a small smile pulled on his mouth, his face red.

“R-really I-I-I do?” He stuttered, and you nodded.  Peter let out a small chuckle, looking down again before back up to you.  You nodded again, your bottom lip tucked slightly between your teeth.  He let out a small laugh, really just a puff of air.

“Why do I? I’m not mean to you am I?” You asked, chuckling quietly and he did too, shaking his head.

“No, no not at all you’re-you’re nice, very nice- to me! To me anyways I’ve seen you have at it with Clint” You laughed again.

“We don’t fight it’s just banter” You told him, shaking your head dismissively and wringing your hands behind his neck.  “Well?” You said softly, still waiting for his answer.

“Well.. uh… well you see you’re very good at what you do- v-very talented” He started anxiously, and the swaying that has been your dancing, halted.  “And-and I think you’re really beautiful” Your cheeks flushed red as you bit back a grin.

“Really?”

“Y-yeah well yeah” Peter said simply.  “And you’re- you’re a genius I mean you’ve got this capability to work with Dr Banner, and you’re my age I-I’d say that’s pretty neat” You let out a soft giggle, your eyes wide with adoration for this boy in front of you.  “Truth is y/n I… I like you, a lot, as-as more than a friend” Your heart stopped in your chest.

“I like you too Peter Parker” You whispered out softly.  I smile quirked on his lips, that turned into a grin within seconds.  You caught his eyes flicker down to your lips, and you licked over them subconsciously.  Your hands slid to his shoulders, resting at the base of his neck and you stepped ever so slightly closer.  His eyes kept looking from you to your lips, over and over and it made you chuckle.  “Well are you gonna kiss me or not?” You mumbled, your stomach flipping over repeatedly.

“Not! He is most definitely not!” You sprung away from Peter, your back and head hitting the window.  “Parker what the hell do you think you’re doing!?” Peter spun around to see your Dad standing there, his arms crossed angrily.

“I-I uh I-”

“y/n, go to your room it’s time for bed” He said, his tone frustrated.

“Dad I’m not six you can’t send me-”

“Bed” He gritted and you stood a little straighter.  You nodded your head, and looked to Peter quickly, waving a short and quick goodbye and rushing out of the room.

[ when you had not touched me yet / oh, take me back to the night we met ]

Peter was pacing in the hallways, contemplating whether or not he should go  back to his own quarters, like Mr Stark had so… kindly… told him to.  Or if he should knock on your door.

He liked you, that part was obvious now.  He liked you so much it hurt to not be with you.  If he’d known what love felt like, he could almost say he was in love with you.  He could sit down and talk to you all day about anything, he could go to sleep at night wishing he’d had just five more minutes.

Maybe if you weren’t Tony’s daughter, maybe if the entire team of Avengers weren’t standing guard over you, like they were all your protective older brothers, he would’ve told you sooner.  Maybe.  Peter Parker was never one for having confidence, in fact, before the suit, he was the shy nerdy kid that no one really knew the name of.  He wasn’t popular, or very out going by any means, but ever since Spider-Man, he had a higher self esteem, pushed himself more.

And he really, really liked you.

So, he knocked.

[ Take me back to the night we met ]

“Peter?” You said quietly as you opened your door.  You had changed into a tee shirt and sleep shorts for bed, your hair hanging down in loose waves hanging over your shoulders.  You wrapped your arms over your chest, trying to preserve the warmth you’d lost when you got out of bed.  “Hey what’re you doing he-” You were cut off when his hands flew out, cupping your cheeks and pulling your lips against his.  While at first you were surprised, you sunk into it instantly and wrapped your arms around his neck, completely melting against him.

When he pulled away you were a smiling blushing mess and all you could hear was your heart pounding in your chest.

“I’m sorry”

“Why?” You chuckled.  “I mean, I’m not apologizing” You said again, and he smiled back at you.

“I just- might not get the chance to do that again” He said, and you nodded, biting down on your lips slightly.  “So-so I had to… just once” You nodded.

“Yeah I… I’m glad you did” You said softly.  He hugged you before saying goodnight.

You would both be okay.


idk the ending makes me feel eh :/
it’s been a long couple of days so i’m sorry about this
but this is for @high-functioning-fangirl02 bc of our love for parker pete

(update: the link for the dress didn’t work so here it is)

Something Different

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader

Requested: Yes

Word Count: 4,765

Summary: It had been weeks since you and Chanyeol had done anything together. You missed him a lot and you were growing increasingly frustrated with each passing day. One night while on your laptop you come across something that has you desiring more.

Author’s Note: This was a HUGE pain in the ass to write so I really hope you enjoy it! Please let me know if you liked it, that mean so much to meh ;-;

Originally posted by scartic

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Requested By Anon


Y/N has created a chatroom.

Y/N has invited Tony, Clint.

Y/N: Do you ever wonder if you’re not real?

Y/N: What if we’re just movie characters?

Y/N: What if we’re comic book characters?

Y/N: WHAT IF PIETRO DIED BECAUSE THE DIRECTOR NEEDED SOMETHING TO SHOCK THE VIEWERS? WHY DID HE DIE? I’VE BEEN THINKING, HE COULD HAVE JUST CAUGHT ALL THE DAMN BULLETS ARE YOU KIDDING ME

Tony: WHAT IF YOU CALM DOWN FOR A SECOND?!

Tony: We are real.

Clint: Stop spending so much time with Wade. He’s not good for you.

Y/N: But Wade has a point!

Y/N: I swear…  When I helped Wade track down Francis, at one point I saw words floating in the air… Subtitles? Credits?

Clint: Y/N, SNAP OUT OF IT. WE. ARE. REAL.

Y/N: OMG WHAT IF THIS IS FANFICTION LIKE THE TYPE I READ ON TUMBLR

Tony: You have Tumblr? What’s your blog? I’ll follow you.

Clint: WHO DO THE TUMBLR PEOPLE SHIP ME WITH

Y/N: Oh my god. I… Am… Different people? DEPENDING ON WHO’S READING

Tony has added Wade.

Tony: WHAT DID YOU DO TO Y/N?! THEY’RE BROKEN!

Wade: I just revealed the truth. Helped them realize. Hello, readers. How are you? Looking beautiful as always.

Clint: I’m starting to see it too…

Tony: See what?!

Clint: I HAVE NO BODY I AM JUST WORDS

Wade: I once had no body. When I blew myself up.

Y/N: AT LEAST YOU’RE ONE PERSON

Wade: Ohhhh this is great. Why didn’t I do this sooner?

Nat has joined the chat.

Nat: Why is Clint panicking? I can’t understand what he’s saying.

Y/N: WE’RE NOT REAL

Y/N: THIS EXPLAINS WHY CLINT HAS A FARM!

Clint: WHERE IS MY FARM ALL I SEE IS WORDS AND SOMEONE LOOKING AT ME FROM ABOVE WHO ARE YOU

Clint: They’re kinda cute.

Wade: Kinda? No. VERY cute.

Y/N: THAT’S ME

Clint: WHAT

Tony: Nat, get them to calm down.

Tony: Wade, FIX THIS.

Tony has added Bruce.

Tony: Please get a sedative for Clint and Y/N.

Bruce: Fourth wall breaking? I thought it was a myth!

Wade: I am living proof. I have been trying to show you people but do you ever listen to me?

Bruce: This is amazing! My theory is true, then!

Tony: Oh not you too.

Nat: Clint is lying on the floor. I don’t know what to do. He won’t calm down. It’s like he can’t see anything but his phone.

Y/N: Who am I? WHY IS MY NAME Y/N?

Clint: IS IT PRONOUNCED “YIN” OR “WHY SLASH EN???!?” WHAT DO I CALL YOU

Y/N: WHAT DO I CALL MYSELF

Tony: Wade. I am going to kill you.

Bruce: He can’t die.

Bruce: But if what’s happening is true, I’ll just ask the author to kill him.

Wade: I’ll just ask Clint to kill you.

Bruce: Clint can’t kill me nor would he even try.

Wade: Hahahahahaahahaahahahahahahahaha good one.

Wade has left the chat.

Clint: I see so many capitalized words. This is hell.

Clint: I hear music WHERE IS IT COMING FROM

Y/N: Don’t worry, it’s just the Author listening to music while typing this.

Nat: I can hear music too…

Tony: nO NOT YOU TOO NAT

Bruce: I must document everything! THIS IS SO EXCITING!

Tony: Bruce. Brucie. Our green rage monster. Can you fangirl over science another time?

Bruce: I’m sorry Tony, but this is so rare! Who knows when this will be requested again?

Tony: Requested…?

Bruce: Interesting. You’re unaffected. Either the Author chose this or your big ego is serving as a wall against it.

Tony: BRUCE

Bruce: It’s true though.

Tony: …Yeah.

Nat: Why is my name Nat in all the chats?!

Y/N: WELCOME TO THE OTHER SIDE OF THE FOURTH WALL. WE HAVE CONFUSION

Clint: WHY IS NAT TAKING THIS BETTER THAN ME

Nat has changed Nat to Natasha.

Y/N: WHAT HAVE YOU DONE

Steve has joined the chat.

Steve: What’s going on? I’m seeing floating words… Sam is talking to someone called the Reader?

Bruce: Interesting. The more Nat, Clint and Y/N notice and change things, the more the “fourth wall” breaks. Soon our world will cease to be. All will be left is the Chat and our painful awareness of it.

Tony: Can we stop it?!

Bruce: I don’t know… This is different from what Wade experiences. He’s aware but this is… something else.

Y/N: WHY WAS I NOT IN THE CIVIL WAR MOVIE?!? RUDE

Pietro has joined the chat.

Pietro: I feel you.

Pietro has left the chat.

Natasha: Wait… If Pietro died… How is he alive now?

Clint: Avengers Chatroom: Inquisitive. He was resurrected there with no mention of how. Ever since then he’s been appearing even though the chats aren’t connected aside for some references.

Bruce: AMAzing YES CLINT TELL ME MORE

Clint: what the… Calm down.

Bruce: Sorry… I’m just so excited! You’re entering the other chats!

Bucky has joined the chat.

Bucky: Why am I not paired with Y/N?

Steve: This is a crackfic gone wrong.

Y/N: DO YOU READ FANFICTION, STEVE

Y/N: HUH?!

Tony: Can you all just STOP TALKING AND LET ME THINK?! Do any of you not understand how bad this is?! We need to fix it!

Y/N: you know what’s weird?

Clint: What?

Y/N: Soon we’ll have two Sherlocks. Tony is one as he’s played by RDJ. Benedict is going to be Dr. Strange. Maybe then the mystery of WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO PEPPER POTTS can finally be solved.

Clint: OMG

Tony has added Thor, Vision.

Tony: Are you two being effected by the fourth wall breaking?

Vision: No. Everything is normal for us.

Thor: We are too mighty to be effected.

Natasha: Or maybe you’re just not worthy.

Thor: We are worthy!

Y/N: … Do you think we can change the plot to make ourselves be worthy now?

Natasha: Exactly what I was thinking!

Thor: NO LADY NATASHA, GIVE ME BACK MJOLNIR!

Natasha: NO, THE AUTHOR DEEMS ME WORTHY!

Tony: Can I be worthy too?

Natasha: No.

Natasha: Farewell, I’m off to rule Asgard!

Thor: LADY NATASHA PLEASE

Thor: DO NOT DO THIS

Natasha: I’m kidding, Thor.

Thor: I knew that…

Y/N: No you didn’t.

Tony: Vision, any ideas on how we can stop this?

Vision: Perhaps we contact this Author that everyone is mentioning?

Tony: Right, but how?

Vision: I have an idea. I will tell you in person.

Bucky: DON’T TAKE AWAY OUR FUN

Tony: What fun?! Clint almost lost his mind! Our world is breaking apart, or at least for you guys. Those of us who aren’t experiencing this will be fine. Do you want me to leave you as just a pile of words?! And of course, our dear Captain isn’t doing anything about this. Just leave it to one of the geniuses to solve, right?

Steve: Dang, Tony. You really need to calm down.

Tony: I AM CALM

Steve: …

Y/N: Dang son!

Clint: Dang, language!

Y/N: Dang, I can do this all day!

Clint:  He’s my friend, dang!

Y/N: Well dang, it’s been a long day.

Clint: Dang, Bucky?!

Natasha: You know… If Bucky wasn’t wearing his goggles when I shot him, he would have died.

Steve: It’s a good thing Hydra takes fashion so seriously.

Bucky: I thought they dressed me like that to hide my identity and for protection?

Natasha: You looked like you were modelling!

Steve: That walk…

Natasha: And the hair!

Y/N: another movie I was not in!

Clint: Me too :(

Tony has added The Author.

Tony: Hi there. Please fix this.

The Author: Nah

Tony: PLEASE

The Author: Kidding! The chat’s not over YET though so in a bit.

Tony: Wait, prove that you’re actually “the author”!

The Author: … How?

Tony: OH YOU KNOW HOW

Y/N: What is happening nOW

Natasha: Good question.

Bruce: I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU ACTUALLY BROUGHT THE AUTHOR HERE, TONY. HOW DID YOU MANAGE THIS?!

Tony: I’m waiting.

The Author: I’m sorry, Steve.

Steve: What?

Steve: My name is Steven Grant Rogers and I sometimes watch Bucky while he sleeps. He looks so peaceful. Safe. I tear up. Every time. My precious Bucky.

Bucky: WHAT IS THIS

Tony: MORE!

Natasha: Not surprising.

Thor: I am shocked…

Steve: MY SERUM BRINGS ALL THE HYDRA TO THE BASE AND THEY’RE LIKE, DANG Mission Report: December 16th, 1991.

Vision: … I think I heard Wanda calling me.

Vision has left the chat.

Steve: Please, no more!

The Author: BLAME TONY

Tony: … MORE MORE MORE!

Steve: ONE TIME WHEN NATASHA WASN’T AROUND I PRETENDED TO BE HER JUST TO FEEL WHAT IT’S LIKE TO BE SUCH A BADASS BUT THEN BRUCE WALKED IN AND I JUST WHISPERED… “HEY BIG GUY.” I WAS TOO IN CHARACTER. IT WAS TOO LATE. I HAD SAID IT. AND WINKED.

Y/N: DANG STEVE

The Author: And you’re very out of character now.

Natasha: I’m going to pretend none of this happened.

Bucky: With you on that.

Bucky has left the chat.

Natasha has left the chat.

Bruce: The hulk is suffering from second hand embarrassment.

Bruce has left the chat. 

Thor: Steve… Did you really do that?

Steve: Of course not! I’m being controlled to say all of this.

Tony: I think that’s enough now, thank you. You’ve made my life. I can die in peace.

Tony: Can you fix this now?

The Author: It’s fixed.

Tony: it was that easy, really?!

The Author: I AM The Author.

Steve: Are you sure you’re a genius, Tony?

Y/N: DANG STEVE

The Author: DANG STEVE

Clint: DANG STEVE

Steve: REALLY? THE AUTHOR TOO?!

The Author: ily

Steve: What?

The Author: What?

Y/N: Same

Clint: Can I name the chat?!

Tony: No! I want to name it, “Tony Stark Is Amazing and Hot.”

Steve: Why don’t we let the reader name it?

The Author: Good idea. What would you like to name it?

Clint: Why can’t I name it?

Steve: We all know why.

The Author: Well, dang. I should go. This turned out crazier than expected. Thank you for reading. I think you’re wonderful. ily <3. Bye!

The Author has left the chat.

Clint: Y/N

Y/N: CLINT

Clint: Let’s go abuse our fourth wall breaking power before we lose it!

Y/N: Good idea!

Steve: No! That is a bad idea!

Clint: WHAT WAS THAT STEVE? WE CAN’T HEAR YOU

Steve: YOU ARE READING THIS

Clint: I’M DEAF

Clint has left the chat.

Y/N has left the chat.

Steve has left the chat.

Tony: This will be fun to witness.

Tony has left the chat.

Thor: What is going on with these midgardians?

Thor has left the chat.

Sam has joined the chat.

Sam has added Wanda, Scott, T’Challa, Peter.

Sam: I told you! I was right.

Wanda: This explains why Clint and Y/N were acting so strange.

T’Challa: But aren’t you, Y/N?

Wanda: Me?

T’Challa: No. Not you.

Peter: So if they’re Y/N… Can we just address them as Y/N to make it easier?

Scott: Can I just say, Y/N, it is so great to finally meet you!

Scott: Even though I can’t actually meet you, there’s a screen separating us.

Scott: But it is an honor.

Scott: I think you’re a lovely person.

Scott: Wow.

Sam: Man, stop fangirling. You’re going to scare them away! But yeah, we think you’re pretty amazing.

Wanda: I think I love you? Is that too much?

Sam: Me?

T’Challa: No, she means the reader.

Peter: Denied.

T’Challa: You are always welcome to Wakanda if you can find a way to come to this side.

Peter: Are you smiling? I hope you are.

Scott: STOP FLIRTING THEY COULD BE OLDER THAN YOU

Peter: I’m not flirting! They just have a really beautiful smile!

Wanda: We should go now.

T’Challa: I agree. We hope you have a lovely day… Or night. This is really confusing to me.

Scott: We can’t tell because we’re in here.

Sam: Goodbye, Y/N!

Sam has left the chat.

Wanda has left the chat.

T’Challa has left the chat.

Peter has left the chat.

Scott: I REALLY THINK YOU’RE GREAT

Scott has left the chat.

Faithfully

Word Count: 2675

Pairing: RockStar!Dean x Reader

Warnings: None

A/N: Written for @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog RomCom fluff challenge. My prompt was “Don’t let anyone ever make you feel like you don’t deserve what you want.” from 10 Things I Hate About You. Also written for @like-a-bag-of-potatoes Birthday/Follower Celebration Challenge. My song was Faithfully by Journey. 

Special thanks to @mamapeterson for throwing out an idea that I then twisted around and used for this piece of hot garbage. 

Feedback and constructive criticism always appreciated 


“You look beautiful, baby.” Your father, Bobby, looked you over, tears glistening in his eyes. “Matt isn’t gonna know what hit him when you walk down that aisle.”

“Thank you, Daddy.” You smiled, though you were sure it didn’t quite reach your eyes.

“He’s right, you know.” Your stepmother, Ellen, moved forward and cupped your cheek. “You’re gorgeous, sweetheart.”

“Alright, that’s enough!” Charlie, your best friend and Maid of Honor started to usher everyone out, sensing you were starting to become overwhelmed by the attention. “Dad, be ready to walk her down the aisle, ok? We’ll tell you when she’s ready. Everyone who isn’t a bridesmaid, out, out, out!” She started to shove everyone out and you silently giggled to yourself at her forcefulness. She didn’t look intimidating at all, but she certainly was not someone you wanted to cross.

“Spill.” Charlie practically ordered. “You’re getting married and you look like…well I don’t know what you look like but it isn’t happy.” You casted your eyes to the floor then back up, glancing around at your bridesmaids, Jo, your stepsister, and then your friends, Jody and Donna, before making your way back to Charlie.

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Black and White - Chapter 3

Characters: Baekhyun x Reader

Genre: Bad Boy AU // University AU // Fluff

Word Count: 3931 words

Plot: Baekhyun is the typical heartthrob that always gets what he wants.. until you came along.

Black and White: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9 (M), Chapter 10 (M), Chapter 11

Baekhyun remained unbothered as he stood with the left side of his body leaning against a door. He was mindlessly scrolling through some posts on his phone, his countenance flashing a stoic expression.

“Move over, kiddo.” 

A voice gibed from behind him. The rude tone possessing no hint of politeness in any way as the unknown person shoved Baekhyun by the shoulders.

Well, that did it.

Baekhyun didn’t move from his position for a few seconds. Tensing his jaw, he locked his phone, shoved it into his back pocket and indolently turned 180 degrees on his heels to face his disturbance.

He was met with a man that appeared to be around the same age as Baekhyun. The man’s eyes widened slightly upon seeing Baekhyun’s face appear in his view, as if finally realizing who he was messing with. He attained a height approximately similar to Baekhyun but Baekhyun wasn’t affected by it one bit.

“Who do you think you’re talking to?” Baekhyun countered threateningly.

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First Crush (part 3)

Originally posted by tom-is-bae

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader, Tony Stark (dad) x Reader

Summary: After being home schooled your whole life, it’s finally your first day in high school. You are so excited to finally have a chance to live a normal teenage life. Well as normal as you could get.

Word count: 1000

A/N: This is the first thing that I have ever written so please go easy on me. I have written five parts to this story and I’m going to post a new part everyday. I would really appreciate constructive criticism. So, if you think of something that I could do better let me know! So here we go. I hope you guys like it!

PS You can send me requests if you want! I can write about almost any MCU character and actor. By sending me requests you can help me improve myself. Send your requests here!

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Peter’s point of view:

Y/N and I had been friends for a few weeks now. She had become one of my best friends and the biggest crush I have ever had. Every time I saw her smile and heard her laugh I fell in love with her even more. Ned figured out my crush almost instantly and has been teasing me about it since then. He has been dropping hints at Y/N, not so subtly may I add. But Y/N seems to be completely oblivious about it and she hasn’t (luckily) figured it out yet.

“Peteeer!” I heard a familiar voice yell and felt her hugging me from behind. God, she smelled amazing. Her signature perfume had become my favorite smell in the world. “H-heeey Y/N” I replied and cursed myself for stuttering. I mean seriously I had known her for weeks and I still couldn’t control my stutters. “I just ran into Ned and he told me about your movie night tonight and invited me to join you guys. I don’t know if he told you about it yet but I’ll be there. Hope you don’t mind” Y/N said with the biggest smile on her face. God that smile makes never fails to make my heart beat out of my chest. And those soft-looking pink lips, the most perfect set of lips I have ever seen. I wonder what it would feel like to kiss those lips and- “Peter you don’t mind do you?” she continued now with a slightly worried expression. I jumped out of my thoughts and shook the image of kissing her out of my head “N-no no of course not! I would love for you to join us.” I told her emphasizing the word ‘love’ way too much. “Great I can’t wait!” she cheered “walk with me to math?” she asked. I nodded and shut my locker.

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I’m With You

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Prompt: Can you do a Steve Harrington x reader about you guys being friends then you kinda stop talking but after the whole upside down thing he comes to you and tells you everything and you’re confused but you still help him through it? U can do whatever u want w this and change it but yeah :D please and thank u

Word Count:1,209


“Coming!” You shouted at the annoying knocker outside of your door. You groaned when their knuckles rested, and their finger decided to kill your doorbell. “I’m going!” You finally made it down the stairs after attempting to put your pants back on, it was your weekend home alone; that meant no pants. “You’re shitting me,” you let out in a breathy laugh, about to close the door at a smiling Steve Harrington.

“Wait!” He exclaimed, sticking his foot out and stopping the closing door with it. He grimaced in pain, not expecting the door to slam that hard against the side of his foot.

“Move your foot, Harrington.”

“No,” he said, resting his palm on the door and opening it wide enough to remove the pressure of his foot. “I need to talk to you.”

“After going almost, a year not talking to me? What, Nancy Wheeler get bored of you already?” You hadn’t heard about the break-up yet, so you didn’t fully understand the hurt that flashed across Steve’s face. “Just… go home, Steve. You may want to talk to me, but I sure as hell don’t want to talk to you.” You moved forward, placing your hand on his chest and shoving him away from your door before quickly moving back inside and closing the door before he could say anything.

You ignored the incessant knocking and the calling of your name, making your way back upstairs. You rolled your eyes when you heard Steve screaming about needing to tell you something important. You pushed the door to your room open and walked in, throwing yourself on the bed and moving to take your jeans off again.

You groaned, hearing the smalls rocks hitting your window. “For fuck sake, Steve.” You muttered, moving to get up and scream outside your window for him to leave. “Steve, shut up!”

“I need to talk to you.”

“Yeah, I know. You said that already. I also already said I didn’t want to listen. Go. Home.” You were about to close the window when a small pebble came flying into your room. “Steve!”

“Fine, then just… let me say bye. I don’t know if I’ll make it back… alive.” He dramatically sighed, kicking the dirt on the ground. You furrowed your eyebrows, leaning out of the window.

“What are you on about, Harrington?”

“Oh, you want to know now?” He smiled softly when you rolled your eyes, waiting for his answer in silence. “I’m fighting a monster from another world. Could kill me, you know.”

You snorted, shaking your head. “Real fucking funny, Steve.”

“I’m serious. Dustin calls ‘em Demo-dogs.”

“Dustin? The middle-schooler?” You smiled hearing Steve’s laugh, letting it fall when he looked up at you and nodded.

“Yeah, Henderson’s a pain in my ass but, I’ve sort of taken him under my wing.” Steve a year ago hated kids. Nancy must have really changed him. You rolled your eyes at the thought.

“Well, rest in peace, I guess.” You said, quickly closing your window. He called your name a couple more times but gave up when you didn’t respond. You bit your nail, thinking he was going to go around and knock on your front door again. But, then you heard his car starting and realized he was leaving. You quickly ran downstairs and then outside, seeing his car driving down the block. You grabbed your bike and pushed off your driveway, following Steve’s car.

You followed him for twenty minutes, your lungs begging for air and your thighs burning from peddling so fast. He had driven to the abandoned trailer park, a bus sitting there with a bunch of other junk. There was Steve, rushing the three kids, Lucas Sinclair, Dustin Henderson, and the new girl, Max, into the bus. You waited until the doors were closed to come out of hiding. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. What the hell was Steve doing with a bunch of kids in an abandoned bus?

You waited there a few minutes before realizing they probably weren’t coming out – and it was especially quiet. You shrugged, walking back toward your bike, almost on, and then you heard Lucas saying something from the top of the bus. You turned around, walking into the field.

“Holy shit, Y/N!” You smiled shyly, not meaning to make yourself noticed. Steve stuck his head out of an opening in the bus and his eyes widened.

“Y/N what the fuck! Get over here, now!” Steve demanded, causing you to narrow your eyes at him.

“You have a lot of nerve, Steve Harrington.” You failed to realize the existing Demo-dog behind you, finding your smell a lot better than the meat pile in front of him.

“You can yell at me for however long you want if you just get your ass in this damn bus, I’m begging you!”

“And why would I do that?”

“Y/N!” Lucas screamed at you, causing you to look up at him, confused, “behind you!” You turned around, seeing something that resembled a dog with no face creeping closer toward you.

“Holy shit,” you whispered, freezing. You took a step backward and that sent the dog after you. “Fuck!” You yelled, turning around and running. You saw the bus door open, Steve running out with a bat. “Steve, get back in the bus!” You ordered, running past him but stopping when he brushed past you. You turned around, still walking backwards and watching as Steve lifted his bat, that looked like it was covered in hammered-in nails, and hitting the dog across the park. He turned back around, running toward you.

“In the bus!” He shouted, grabbing your hand and pulling you into the bus full of kids.

“What the hell was that!”

“Demo-dogs,” everyone else on the bus breathed out at once.

“Told you so,” Steve said, out of breath but still an arrogant smile across his face.


“A what?”

“A Demogorgon.” Steve answered, pulling into your drive-in after you had both dropped the last kid off at their house.

“Why didn’t you tell me? Like, last year?”

“I couldn’t,” he shrugged. “You’d be in trouble – with the government, with the lab.”

“So, why are you telling me now?”

“Nancy’s taking care of it.”

“Why aren’t you with her?” You asked, even if you didn’t want to hear the answer.

“With Nancy?” He asked, trying to clarify your question. When you nodded, he shrugged. “Because, I’m not with Nancy.”

You frowned, before realization hit you. “Oh,” was all you said. “I’m sorry, Steve.”

“No, it’s fine. She’s with who she’s supposed to be with. And, I’m with you.” He looked at you, smiling, reaching a hand out to hold yours. “Maybe I’m with who I’m supposed to be with, too.”

You smiled slightly. “Maybe… Hey, Steve?”

“Hm?”

“I’m still a little… shaken up. Can you – if you want – can you, maybe, stay over?”

Steve smirked, unhooking your seatbelt and nodding his head. You got out of the car with him, letting him wrap your arm around you as you walked through your front door.

“Nice excuse.” He muttered, following you upstairs.

“Excuse?”

“Anything to have me in your bed, huh?” He laughed when you shoved him away.

“For that, you get the floor.”

anonymous asked:

Camping with Haechan au? (is this even considered an AU?? who knows but I mean I think I'd be cute nonetheless since the best writer out there is writing it (if you do decide to do so 😂)) Thank you so much! 💘

omg this would actually make such a good enemies-to-lover au too!!!
here’s some rivalry!campers au

  • you and haechan have been going to the SAME summer camp since you were tiny tiny children
  • and the first year you got to know each other, it was like all hell broke loose
  • because you were two of the most sarcastic, headstrong, competitive children in your troops,,,,,like even the counselors couldn’t keep you two from going at each others necks
  • and you were both like seVEN ?????
  • but you swear - haechan started it 
  • and haechan swears you started it
  • all because you accused him of cheating on the swim relay race because you SAW him use free style and not butterfly
  • and haechan had stuck his tongue out when you accused him and,,,,it’s just a mess
  • every year counselors changmin and yunho make bets to see whose going to be stuck with you two LOL 
  • but yes this year,,,,,the camping trip is going to be an overnight outdoors survival game thing
  • and the minute you guys arrive in the forest haechan walks past you, the smuggest look on his face, going “the entire winter - i built tents in my room to prepare for the moment. i can pitch a tent in under fifteen minutes.”
  • you roll your eyes going “i bet you’ll burn all your food like you did last year too.”
  • haehcan throws a glare over his shoulder and you just wave, going over to your side of the campground
  • later into the evening,,,both your tents are pitched and you’re sitting at the campfire making what the counselors called an ‘emergency meal’ which just consists of starting a fire and grilling sardines over it
  • when you notice haechan is struggling,,,,,,,,which of course makes you grin happily to yourself
  • until,,,you’re done with your fire and food and haechan still,,,,,,,doesn’t even have a flame
  • and you’re not going to help him - oh god no - not after you’ve banked all your summers on destroying each other in every camp activity possible
  • but also,,,even when you go into your tent,,,,the idea of leaving him out there - hungry - for some reason hurts 
  • so you try to talk to yourself about all the things you /hate/ about haechan,,,,but it doesn’t work
  • and with a grumble you get up and march out of the tent over to haechan
  • and he looks up,,,,opening his mouth and you’re like “save it. hand me the sticks, ill make the fire.”
  • haechan protests,,,,,,,he protests aLOT
  • but you don’t listen because your dumb rivalry doesn’t mean anything when it comes down to basic needs like eating
  • “i already won, i started the fire first. now im just helping you eat, don’t think it means anything.”
  • haechan clicks his tongue “i didnt think it meant /anything/ i just dont want you to hold this over my head.”
  • “i wont”
  • “fine.”
  • “fine.”
  • silently you watch the sparks,,,,and then the flames that burst over the sticks. getting up you look at haechan triumphantly and turn to head back to your tent,,,,,,but the minute you open the flap
  • the whole thing topples,,,,,,,,,,,,,
  • “looks like someone didn’t secure their tent. rookie mistake.”
  • haechan’s voice comes from behind and you clench your teeth, turning around you point to his fire
  • “i made that for you, so come over here and repay me.”
  • “are you asking for my help?”
  • “in your dreams, im asking for compensation.”
  • haechan strolls over, grinning as he helps set your tent back up and you watch with your hands crossed to help settle your embarrassment 
  • done, haechan opens the flap and goes “after you, rookie” and you push him playfully
  • but also before you go in you stand there and look at haechan and he looks at you
  • and for some odd reason,,,,you don’t hate it
  • you actually notice,,,,,,,,for the first time,,,,,,,,that he’s pretty cute
  • and his smooth skin and brown eyes aren’t,,,,the worst,,,,
  • but you’re convinced in must be the air up here in the forest or something making you think your biggest enemy is cute
  • but then you hear haechan go
  • “thank you,,,,,,,,,,,”
  • it’s quiet but you look back at him and stutter because “w-what?”
  • “thank you, for helping me. im not saying it again.”
  • you blink and see haechan avert his eyes,,,for the first time - you see clear as day
  • he’s shy
  • and you can’t help but feel your own cheeks flush because,,,,,oh,,,,he,,,,didn’t have to say that but it’s still nice to hear
  • and you nod,,,,not sure what to make of this
  • and then haechan goes “,,,,,,,,,,,ive never said it but you’re ,,,,,,ok,,,,,,,well more than ok you’re p-p-p-,,,,,,”
  • “p?”
  • “,,,,,,,,,,,you’re nice to look at anyway i have to go bye.”
  • and with that haechan storms right across the campground to his tent
  • so fast that you don’t even process his words
  • until you’re laying in your sleeping bag and thinking,,,,,,,,,,,,,,was he going to say pretty?
  • the next morning everyone is happily chattering around breakfast and you walk past haechan who looks over at you,,,,and much to the shock of everyone (counselor changmin drops his plate of waffles)
  • you sit beside him
  • and neither of you say anything,,,,but you eat in peace,,,not bickering or name calling,,,,,,,and it’s,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,enjoyable
  • being with haechan is,,,,,,,,,,enjoyable 
Can I keep you? Pt. 2

(A/N) Here’s the second part! And it’s on time! I’m impressed!
Either way, thank you for all your kind comments. They really encourage me to keep writing for you guys! So, thank you and enjoy! <3

Summary:
Imagine being Tony’s adoptive daughter no one knows about because you’re studying abroad. One day you come home without saying a word and all the Avengers are confused by your appearance and especially Loki being quite smitten by you. The Avengers, especially Natasha being very protective of you when they notice the tricksters’ interest in you. You on the other side, being the curious girl you always were, wanted to know more about the mysterious guy and the world he comes from.

Pairings: Loki x Reader ; Tony Stark x daugther!Reader

Warnings: swearing

Original: here

Part 1

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After getting myself a pillow and a blanket and changing into my pajama, I entered Loki’s room, just to find him sitting in a comfy looking chair, reading.
“Let me guess, you don’t sleep well, sharing your bed with others.” Loki didn’t look up from his book. “No, I just don’t need as much sleep as you, Midgardians, do.” This made sense. He is a god after all.
Putting my stuff down, I went over to him and peeked over his shoulder, trying to find out what he was reading.
“Jane Austen? Really?” I tried hard to hide my laughter, but obviously failed, since he shot me a defensive glare. “She was a good author!“ „She certainly was, but I didn’t take you for the hearts and flowers kind of guy. That’s all.” I squeezed his shoulder, trying to show him that I meant no harm with what I said earlier.
“I just…I asked the others for good literature from Midgard and they gave me her books, obviously trying to make fun of me. But in the end, I liked them. The way she portrayed women…I just really like her style.” Smiling at him, I lied down in his bed, facing him.
“Can you read to me?” The question caught him off guard and he searched for the right words. After not being able to find them, he just nodded and started to read out loud.
Thankfully, he read Pride and Prejudice, so I knew what happened before the place he started reading.
It didn’t take long for me to fall asleep. And sometime, during the night, I felt a cold body shift beside me, trying to get comfortable.

The next time I opened my eyes, I looked at Loki’s sleeping figure. Smiling at his peaceful expression, I quietly sneaked out of his room and into the kitchen, starting to put breakfast together.
Turning on some music on Spotify, and danced while I waited for the toast to jump out of the toaster.
“Miss Y/N, Mister Stark asked me to inform you that he is on his way back.”
“Thanks Jarvis!” Even though my adoptive father often disappoints me, he is still my father, and I was glad to know that he was still alive.
Deciding to surprise the Avengers with some breakfast, I toasted more toast and put everything else ready on the table. But before the team returned, Loki walked into the kitchen, sitting down at the table.
“Care for some breakfast?” I put a plate with toast and bacon in front of him and he began eating. Sitting down across from him, I followed his lead and began eating my own breakfast. However, I didn’t get to far. A few minutes after I started eating, my phone ringed and I immediately picked up after seeing who’s calling.
“Hey Peter! How are you?” Smiling, I absently twirled a lock of my hair around my finger.
“Yeah, I miss you too. You can come and visit if you want to?” “Yeah, I know. But I’d be happy to see you.” “Okay…yeah…love you too. Bye.”
Putting my phone down again, I continued to eat, but now with less enthusiasm than before. Peter wasn’t happy about me moving back here, and now he doesn’t want to visit me. Sure, he’s probably busy with college and everything, but still…
“Who was that?” Loki pulled me out of my thoughts.
“Peter Parker, my boyfriend.” I continued poking at my scrambled eggs. “Boy…friend?” Loki looked really confused. For a moment there I forgot that Loki wasn’t used to the modern language.
“Well…uhm…you could say we are…courting? Yeah, that’s the right word.” Loki stopped eating, staring at me with wide eyes. “Aren’t you a little young to be courting?”
Was he kidding? I was 20. I mean sure, he was probably a few thousand years old, but still!
“If you want to survive on this planet you really need to get used to its customs.”
“Like?” In the following twenty minutes I told and explained Loki all those things like what age you need to be to be able to drink alcohol (at which he was very shocked), how old you need to be to legally have sex and so on. But I think after I told him about the legal drinking age, he completely ignored the rest. He kept on complaining about how different it is on Asgard and that it makes much more sense there. Apparently they begin drinking at a very, very young age. I think you could compare it to being thirteen on Earth.
He finally stopped as Tony and the others walked into the kitchen, exhaustion clearly written on their face. “Look who’s back…” I shoved Loki and shot him a meaningful glare. He got the hint and walked out of the room, leaving the team and me alone.
Without much conversation, I served them all breakfast which earned me a few quiet ‘thank you’s.
“How did it go?” After everyone got their food, I leaned against the kitchen counter and observed the heroes. All of them looked rough. Bruises here and there, maybe some scratches, but at least nothing to serious. At least I couldn’t see it, even if it was there.
“Just peachy.” I raised an eyebrow at my adoptive father, but he just laughed. “I mean it. It went unexpectedly well.” “If this is how you look after a mission goes well, I don’t want to see how you look after one goes bad.” My comment made Tony laugh and Natasha couldn’t hide a small smirk playing along her lips.
“She may not be your original daughter, but she definitely has your attitude.” That comment made both, me and Tony laugh. „Nah, I learned from her. You should’ve met her shortly after I adopted her. In the beginning she acted all sweet, but after everything was settled, she let her inner bitch out.” Rolling my eyes at my father I chuckled. Jup, I’m definitely his daughter, adopted or not.
Leaving the Avengers to do whatever they were doing, I walked to my room. As soon as I opened the door it struck me that I still needed furniture. Especially a bed.
I dressed in jeans and a loose shirt, and walked to Loki’s room.
“Get dressed god! We’re going shopping!” What I didn’t expect when I opened the door, was to find Loki naked, aside from a towel wrapped around his hips. “Oh…”
Before I could react, he pulled me into his room and closed the door behind me. Pressing me against the cold surface of the door, he leaned his face right next to mine.
“You shouldn’t just barge into a guy’s room like this. Something…dangerous could happen…” His voice was a seductive whisper, causing a shiver to run down my spine and my breath to hitch.
Loki was definitely attractive, but I still had Peter. Thinking about my boyfriend, I pressed my hands against Loki’s naked and extremely muscular chest and slowly pushed him away.
“But I’m Tony’s daughter and he, and all the other Avengers would kill you if you even laid a finger on me. Get dressed and meet me outside.”
I opened the door and walked out. In the elevator up, I checked my face in the mirror and was horrified when I saw the shade of red, that adorned my face. Loki really got to me, but I can’t think about that. Not with Peter and dad and everyone else. He can’t become anything more than just a good friend. He just can’t.
I just hoped that no one would ask.
Walking into the dining area, I immediately grabbed my father’s wallet and took out his credit card.
“What are you doing?” The Avengers still sat around the table, eating the breakfast I cooked for them. “Getting furniture. And if you leave again while I’m gone – well I don’t know what I will do, but I’ll think about something.” My threat only made him laugh, but that quickly died down as he looked behind me.
Loki stood there, dressed and ready to go. “See you later dad!” I pressed a kiss to my dad’s cheek and pulled Loki to the elevator.

Tony’s POV

Watching Y/N leave the room with Loki, set off alarm clocks in my head. My princess with the god that tried to destroy NYC? No!
Walking to the living room, I dialed Peter Parker’s number.
“Mister Stark?” “Are you still with my daughter?” I barely let him finish before I asked about what was bothering me. “Uh-I mean-Yeah. She is still my girlfriend?”
Then why was she with Loki?
“Keep an eye on her. You know our deal!” With those words, I ended the call and walked back to the other Avengers.
It was time for a party, and Peter will attend.

Small World

Summery: based off this Daddy Wednesday rom @bucky-plums-barnes and @arawynn

Triggers: Break up, cheating (mentioned very briefly, this is mostly fluff)

Word count: 2100+

A/N: sorry ive not been as active recently. ill try to write more. love you all.

Masterlist

Originally posted by veronikaphoenix


um was hard. After an amazing night with a guy named derek you were left with a more than you bargained for. Tara. Not that you didn’t love your daughter, she was just unplanned. And you did love her but dating with a child was hard. So you waited till she was in school to date.

Your first date was nice but he bailed after you told him that you had a young daughter. The next guy was was amazing.

He bought you flowers, treated you well, was fun with your daughter. And he was amazing until you found out he was fucking his personal trainer. So after that 3 year relationship disaster you swore off men.

‘I fucking hate them, Stacy’ you whined after taking another sip of your cocktail. Your best friend decided to take you out while her boyfriend watched Tara.

‘Yeah, men can be shit’ she agreed, her hand rubbing your shoulder soothingly. There was loud music and people dancing all around you. Usually you’d love it, today it irritated you.

‘Why can’t I find a good man?’ You moaned, swirling the drink with your finger.

‘You just have to wait for the right man’

‘I’m going to be forever single’ sighing you finished the rest of your drink in one gulp and ordered two more.

A man, about your age, blond and tall, walked out in front of you. He pulled your attention by tapping you on the shoulder and practically singing the words. “Have you met Bucky?”  He then pulled his friend into your view and walked away.

His friend, Bucky, must have been 6’1 and thick. You could see the outline of his muscles through the shirt he wore. His hair was dark, long and messy. It really framed his face. Oh, and his face. The definition of perfection.

Unfortunately, you couldn’t appreciate any of that. Clouded by the heartbreak of your last relationship.

‘Hi’ he smiled nervously.

‘Look, Bucky?..’ he nodded to confirm his name. ‘Normally I’d be all over you but I just got out of a 3 year relationship so I’m just here to drink away the sorrows’

‘Thank god’ he sighed, letting out a breath that seemed to hold him up. ‘Not that you’re not beautiful, coz you are, but I’m just not ready for anything. My friends are pushing me to get a girlfriend’

‘Sorry I couldn’t be more responsive’

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Kiwi - imagine

Hi Loves! Here’s quite a long imagine for ya. Its kind of my interpretation of the song, so a little bit different from the story the lyrics tell. Enjoy!

(for those who don’t know/aren’t familiar, the term “kiwi” is a term for people from New Zealand, kind of like “aussie” is for Australians)

Disclaimer: included swearing/cursing towards the end.



It was the call that hurt Harry the most. It was all the weeks, months and days you two had spent together, and it was all jumbled together in one crackly, long distance call. To be fair, the gap between you was very present. He was hard to track down, constantly travelling from place to place. And you were in New Zealand, just like you always had been.

When you first walked into the studio all those many months ago, Harry nearly fell off his chair. He was in New Zealand for a bit of time while he was on break. The small country attracted him, its peaceful serenity was calming in his hectic life. You were calming. Harry always said that it was your laugh that made him fall, literally and metaphorically. The minute you walked into the small box-like studio and saw the shocked faces from the several nearly 6 ft men, you just couldn’t help yourself. It was a cackle, and it made everyone who was near you light up. It was infectious. Harry was stunned, and his dimply grin broke forth. From that day on, he was undeniably infatuated. People thought he had been drugged. He had in a way. You were his drug, and he just couldn’t get enough of you.

His large hands were constantly running down the dip in your back or resting on your knee. His green eyes always followed you, and his mouth drank you up. You had never really thought you were pretty. Sure, being a social butterfly, people were always around. You like your hair, and your smile wasn’t shabby. But Harry was mesmerised, and everyone could see it.

New Zealand was your oyster. After weeks upon weeks cooped up in the tiny studio, working on a billion different songs, cabin fever was growing. So you and Harry loaded up your ageing Ford Focus and drove for as long as you could. His ringed fingers tapping along to the beat of the radio, and your voice singing to the mountains. It was a good life, Harry decided. The endless green hills and ocean went on and on, and cheesy as it may sound, so did your love.

They say that every relationship has a honeymoon period. At the time, you were both completely locked at this stage, But life goes on. You started to get tired of Harry coming back home at 4 in the morning, mumbling a “hey love” before collapsing on the queen sized bed in your apartment. You started to hate the paparazzi, their beady cameras scanning your body. You couldn’t even go to the supermarket anymore without being photographed. You started to despise how Harry’s days and nights were spent away. You hardly ever saw your boy anymore.

Harry knew you were upset with it all. He was always empathetic towards you, at times he really felt like he was living through you. But there was only so much his brain could hold. It seemed like he just didn’t have enough space for you anymore. The nights were either filled with shouting, or angry sex that neither of you enjoyed. The only time you could really look at Harry without wanting to argue was when he was sleeping. His eyes closed, dark lashes gently resting on his cheeks. Pink lips slightly parted, forehead smooth. It was the Harry you remember falling in love with.

You knew and Harry knew it was never gonna last. It was a Tuesday night, and the house was still echoing from your biggest fight yet. You lay curled up on the bed, staring at the ceiling, the words that rocked your world still vibrating in your ears.

“You are so fuckin annoying! I never have any peace anymore, you just nag nag nag at me every fuckin minute of every day!”

“Well, what the fuck do you want me to do Harry? I know shit all about what’s going on and I’m sick of it! You’re out all bloody day. It’s like you don’t give two shits anymore!”

He looked up at you sharply then. You had been sitting on the edge of the couch, and he had been lying on the floor by the TV. You remember his eyes flashing. They normally looked at you with so much love and emotion, but you couldn’t remember seeing any of that. There was just pure raw anger. He had got up and stormed into the kitchen. You just had to get off the couch and follow him. Looking back now, that was such a stupid fucking decision.

Harry had been pushing through the freezer before noticing you. He had straightened up, mouth set in a firm line. “You’re damn right. Maybe I don’t give two shits anymore. Maybe I want to be in England or LA right now with my friends, or loving some other girl and having the time of my life. But I’m here, aren’t I?” You lost it then. You always had a fiery temper at the best of times, but there was something about his words that made your voice come out quiet, cold and hard.

“There’s nothing stopping you ya know. It’s not like you have a girlfriend that loves you or cares about you. It’s not like you have a girlfriend that’s given up her whole fucking life to live with you. It’s not like you have a girlfriend that wants to marry you someday!”                                                                            There were tears streaming down your cheeks at this point. Fingernails cutting into your palms as you clenched your fists.                                                        “You were my fucking saviour Harry. I thought you were always gonna love me.”

Harry paced over to the front door of the apartment, grabbing his coat off the dining room table.

“Well, I guess you thought wrong then, didn’t ya love?”

With those dreaded words, the wooden door slammed. The bang clouding your ears as you had slid to the ground sobbing. After about 2 hours, you had gone the bedroom you shared with Harry. That’s where you were still, laying there, just breathing.

You expected Harry to come back. He expected himself to. And he tried. Every night he would let himself into the apartment, just to grab his things. At least that’s what he told himself. He always got stuck. Sometimes it would be because you had fallen asleep on the couch with the TV still blaring Call the Midwife. He would watch the light flicker over your face, before picking you up and placing you gently in bed. Sometimes it would be because you had fallen asleep in his walk-in wardrobe. Weird as is sounded, it was because you had been cuddling his colourful shirts, pretending they were him. At first, Harry laughed at this. But the more and more he found you asleep in the wardrobe, the more he found himself with tears running down his face. He missed you. So much. And it was always with regret that he left you, asleep in the quiet apartment.

You knew he came every night, but you never willed yourself to stay awake, and you didn’t quite know why. But the weeks went by, and Harry gradually stopped coming. It could have been he had retrieved all of his things. But you knew and he knew the crowded apartment was still filled with his belongings. It could have been the fact that his friends and family were getting fed up with his moping, and finally decided that it wasn’t healthy. And it could have been the fact that he had finally got over his kiwi.

You had seen the magazine articles. Harry was finally back in London and causing a raucous. You on the other hand, and found out about the baby a couple of weeks ago. Harry’s number stayed cemented in your phone. It took your mum to finally knock some sense into you, saying that maybe you should tell the father of the child that he actually is going to be a dad. So you called. When the ringing finally subsided, and Harry’s voice came over the speaker, telling you to “leave a message, I’ll get back to you as soon as I can. Thanks.” it almost broke you. But finally, after many coffees and pep talks, a message flowed from your lips.

“Hey Harry, it’s me. Been a while huh? Wasn’t going to call you at all, but Mum persuaded me. She’s always been a fan of yours. Charmed her right to the bone. Anyway, just thought you should know. I’m having your baby. It’s none of your business, but it is technically half of you, so best you know. You don’t need to care for the kid or send money or anything like that. We’re gonna be just fine without you. Just like I have been. So just leave it, ok?                                        So yea, kinda dropped a bomb there didn’t I? Have fun living your life being a rock star. Don’t call back. Bye”

It was those words that made Harry’s healing heart explode.



hOLY SHit! This has been sitting in my notebook for a while now, so it’s a bit overdue. I’m kinda thinking of doing a part 2, so pretty please let me know if I should! Lots of love xxx

Bughead College AU: Smells Like School Spirit

Within her first week in college, Betty learned three very important lessons.  First, just because a dining hall is all-you-can-eat does not mean that you, in fact, need to eat all you can.  Second, the elevators will never come as quickly as you hope.  And third, don’t piss off your roommate unless you want to end up locked outside in nothing but a tiny towel.

Betty just learned that third one.  

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Lucky

Characters: Bucky x POC!Reader, Sam makes an appearance, lots of people are mentioned.

Warnings: fluff. lots of swearing because I can’t stop myself. Bad science jokes. Bucky’s kinda sad and doesn’t know what privacy means. SMUT. 

Word count: 3,895

Originally posted by elaacreditava


Bucky hates being home alone. No, not because of the constant nagging urge to look over his shoulder, the dark creeping feeling in the hallways, or even the dark thoughts that plague him at night. It’s none of that.

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From The Rooftops

Peter Parker x Reader

Summery: Peter accidentally pays a visit to a different neighborhood and watches himself falling in love with the girl from number 20.
Word count: 2.807

Note: I loved writing this and am quite proud of how it turned out! I hope it is as enjoyable to read as it was to write.
(y/h/c): your hair colour.
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Part 2: The Real You

Originally posted by hardyness

Peter was swinging through the streets of Queens for a few minutes already. He did this every evening after school, saving the civilians of the city from everyday crime. For him it was also a way of relaxing. Feeling the cold wind breezing against his suit was surprisingly satisfying after hours spent in mundane classrooms.
Nobody knows of his superhero alter ego, except from Tony Stark and Happy, and he rather keeps it that way. Nobody can bother him with questions or unwanted attention.

The sun started to set and shadows lingered around. Lost in thought Peter didn’t even realize he had travelled into a totally different neighborhood. Here, instead of apartment buildings, there were cosy houses surrounding the concrete roads. He slowed down and landed onto one of the many roofs, tucked away behind a few trees, and sat down to rest for a bit.
He noticed he had never been in this part of queens before and started taking everything in. It looked like a pleasant and soothing place to live, very peaceful, the only sounds that broke the silence were those coming from the kids playing in their gardens and the occasional cars driving by.
Peter’s gaze turned towards the house opposite him. In the room above the garage was a light turned on. He clearly saw two girls sitting on a mattress, discussing an obviously interesting subject as their arms swung around in excitement. One of them was sitting with her back towards the window, the other faced it. They both erupted into a fit of laughter, not stopping when an older woman entered the room.
“Probably the mother”, Peter thought to himself. The girl who had faced the window this whole time, now stood up and gave her friend a tight hug before grabbing her schoolbag from the ground and leaving.
When the front door opened he quickly made sure he couldn’t be spotted, hiding behind big branches hanging from  the trees beside him.

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Mystic Messenger : Day 7 ~ V Walkthrough (FULL ANSWERS)

I worked all alone - I cheked each answers ~ Please be considerate.

Like, reblog, or do nothing, but please don’t copy/paste it and claim it as your own… I am on my own and spent a lot of time to do this.

If you are on phone, please setting the page to be seen in the computer version! On the phone, the answers are sometimes unaligned and it can confuse you…

In order to not bother and annoy my followers who don’t play this game by this looong post, I’ll put a seperate line. Click to see.

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When Angels Answer

Title: When Angels Answer

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 5,600(ish)

Warnings:Descriptions of spousal abuse, terminal cancer, character death, angsty, fluffy, smutty, tear your heart out stuff

A/N: I would love, love, LOVE, feedback on this!! Angst isn’t usually my thing so let me know how it is!! Enjoy!!



Today you’d been diagnosed with stage one breast cancer. And you were happy. How’s that for a fucked up life view?  This was the happiest drive home you’d had in 15 years.

Home was your own personal prison cell. You did as you were told because why would you further anger an already hate filled man?

This was your way out. You were only allowed one doctor’s appointment a year, apparently his care for you was enough to keep you healthy for ages. In reality, he didn’t want anyone seeing his fists handiwork. The one appointment a year meant you wouldn’t receive treatment. You could let the cancer grow and spread. You had a way out.

Sound extreme? Oh, it definitely is. Do you know what else is extreme though? Being thrown down a flight of stairs to be dragged back up by your hair, to take a steel toed boot to the gut and tumble right back down again. Why? You accidentally spilled his beer while he tried to have sex with you.

Running never worked, his grip on you was too tight. He tracked your cellphone that must be on you at all times. He counted the mileage on the car before and after you drove, only certain pre-approved routes were able to be used, so he would know if you spent any extra time out of the house. The neighbors all thought you were an adulterous slut, thanks to your lovely hubby of course, and whenever they saw you leave the house when he wasn’t home they assumed you were going to cheat and would call him right away.

There was no way out, until now.

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Dates with Monsta X!

a small imagine of my headcanons of where monsta x members would go and how they would act on dates with their s/o~


shownu
·amusement park dates
-doesn’t really bother where you two go, but going there makes you happy and he loves to see you happy
-since he doesn’t get scared of any rides he’s up to go on any attraction
-lets you cling onto him in case you get scared or dizzy
-ties your shoelaces for you
-when you’re not looking he looks at you and smiles shyly to himself
-super happy to have you
-either holding your hand or having his arm around your waist
-buys you food and feeds you
-likes to poke you when you wait in line
-piggyback rides
-couple pictures
-backhugs because he loves the smell of your hair
-“you’re really beautiful”
-walks you home
-kisses you before saying bye 

wonho
·cooking classes dates
-signed the two of you up just bc he wanted to spend even more time with you
-at first he burned everything but is actually quite good now
-“hey babe does this taste alright? let me taste yours too~”
-is excited when they get to cook your favorite foods
-giggles when you compliment his cooking
-gets distracted by you so sometimes he forgets to add get some ingredients
-threw flour at you once and it almost resulted in a food fight
-thankfully no one noticed that except the pair behind you two
-whispers all sorts of things to tease you and make you blush
-holds your hand during breaks
-smiles sweetly at you all. the. time it’s adorable
-if you have some ingredients left when you finish you make each other some small snacks without anyone noticing

minhyuk
·sleepover dates
-always up for building forts
-usually you make them together but sometimes he makes them himself before you come over to surprise you
-does he ever stop cuddling up to you?
-he doesn’t
-sings for you
-if you go to the toilet he’ll yell your name across the house if he gets bored (which he will)
-says ‘i love you’ a lot but blushes when you say 'i love you’ to him first
-playing games together
-one time you played monopoly the whole night
-cartoon marathons !!
-what is sleep when he’s around
-cheek kisses !!
-plays with your fingers
-gives you cute nicknames
-he wanted to make prank calls once but started giggling before he even dialed the number
-makes dolphin noises to make you laugh


kihyun
·picnic dates
-gets really excited
-usually makes most of the food he brings
-once he ruined the food and had to run to the store to buy your favorite snacks really fast so he wouldn’t be late
-told you about it and the two of you laughed 20 minutes straight
-you don’t really have a favorite spot to be at
-sings for you but asks you to feed him (or kiss him) first
-if any of the other members show up he throws anything at sight at them so he could be alone with you
-one time he dropkicked minhyuk
“one time he dropkicked me bc of chicken it was revenge”
-throws snacks at you to get your attention
-takes candid photos of you
-teases you a lot
-he’s secretly looking forward to winter so you walk cuddled up to each other around instead of having picnics (also he wants to push you in the snow)
-plays with your hair a lot
-kisses you a lot because he loves the feeling of your lips against his

hyungwon
·napping dates
-usually at his place
-gives you five blankets because he doesn’t want you to get cold
-likes when you play with his fingers
-you two made a list of movies you could watch together but fell asleep before the half of the first movie
-you sleep with your head on his arm
-he mumbles in his sleep sometimes it’s cute
-usually wakes up before you
-wakes you up with constant cheek kisses
-cuddling for the next twenty minutes
-when you decide to get up you two try to make something to eat
-puts thing out of your reach so that you have to ask him to get them for you
-sometimes he puts them higher and asks for a kiss first
-after you make the food and eat it you go watch that movie you fell asleep while watching
-falling asleep again

jooheon
·coffee dates
-on your first date he spilled coffee all over himself because he was so nervous
-you have this one coffee shop you always go to you love the coffee there
-either picks you up or if you meet up there he’ll wait for you outside
-does aegyo so you can’t drink coffee in peace
-also does aegyo whenever you ask him to do it
-skinship !! lots and lots of skinship !!
-likes to compare the length of his fingers to yours and then intervenes them together
-keeps holding your hand
-lets you touch his dimples
-caffeine can affect him a lot sometimes so he gets really hyper
-if he notices another guy even glancing at you he’ll give him a deadly glare
-leans across the table and kisses your forehead
-rapping about how much he loves you
-doesn’t want to go home and leave your side

changkyun
·video game dates
-at his place
-bought that one game you wanted to play and said he had it all along because he got shy about it
-you distract each other while playing since both of you want to win
-end up in weirdest positions like hanging upside down from the couch
“it’s hard playing like this”
“the one who sits normally loses”
“you’re on”
-pretends he’s sad when he loses
-acts cool when he wins
-when you take a break you like to lay in his lap and let him play with your hair
-he loves to kiss your nose when you’re like that
-playing all night long and wondering why the sun is already shinning
“isn’t it like 3am?”
-going to sleep at 9am and waking up in the evening
-wakes you up by blowing in your ear

Hallucinations

Originally posted by fzh-228

Request:  Hmm can I pls get uhh; Jason Todds S/o from high school still not fully moved on from him & she has a panic attack when he reveals himself to her bc she doesn’t think it’s real

Pairing: Jason Todd x reader

Summary: Jason’s death really fucked you up, you were high school sweethearts when he died and things like that leave scars. You were just healing your last wound when a blast from the past tore them right back open.

Word Count: 1,540

Genre: angst, fluff


Jason watched you move around your room slowly from the roof of the neighboring building. You were just as beautiful as he remembered, even more so now that you had matured past your high school child-like form. You were thinner than he remembered you being, the bags under your eyes were exaggerated and you looked over stressed but any of your flaws and more, they were all beautiful to Jason. He wasn’t the sappy type but he would be anything you needed him to be, and now you needed him to be a ghost. He watched you with curious eyes as you leave your room with huff. He was slightly worried, after all of the nights he had watched you you never broke your routine; You would have everything wrapped up and turn out your lights by 10 on the dot but it was now 11:30 and you were now stepping out of your front door.

This had turned into a habit for Jason since he returned to Gotham. He would set out an hour during his patrol to sit on top of the abandoned building next to your apartment to make sure you got to bed okay. He knew it was creepy and invasive but he just couldn’t shake the constant feeling to see you, to be with you. Jason watched as you walked down the streets only illuminated by the fluorescent streetlights before he swoops into action and follows you. You two were highschool sweethearts before he died and through death and rebirth his feelings had not changed, you were still the love of his life. He missed you more than you could ever know but it wasn’t like he could just pop into your apartment and say:

Hey Y/n! Remember me? I’m your boyfriend who died a few years ago, you wanna go get lunch?

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anonymous asked:

uhhh fuckign... ot6/sugar baby jeremy really hates quiet so when he snuggles with members they hum or sing softly r smth??? Saw a prompt like this and thought it was nice for the ot6

a haus members makes a suprise visit and ruins jeremy’s mood. how ever will he feel better?

cue the jeremwood


He’s a white noise sleeper. Comes with having grown up in a city his entire life. Silence is unnerving. Silence is danger. Where are the cars? The late night laughter? The …

The fact that there’s another voice coming from his kitchen when he steps in is more concerning.

Rob’s the only who’s supposed to be at his apartment. Every once in a while Jeremy drops by when he and Rob need to cram or finish up a project. Or just to check up on him and make sure Rob doesn’t hit his self-destruct button.

But this time, Rob isn’t alone. And the voice coming from his kitchen sounds awfully familiar.

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Love Divided Ch. 4 (Peter Parker x reader)

Good afternoon from California, my loves! I hope you’re all having a wonderful day. Agh, I’m so sorry I haven’t been very active, but I only have a couple weeks of school left and then I’ll be back with tons of fics because I’ll actually have time to sit at my computer instead of pulling my hair out 24/7. Anywayyyss, here’s the long awaited next chapter of “Love Divided”. Enjoy my loves! xoxo

Description: The brewing conflict between Tony and Steve are finally surfacing, causing everyone to choose a side. The heat within the team is rising, and everyone is beginning to realize what is to come. What happens when your relationship with Peter is divided? Will you choose your love? Or your morals?

Warnings: Angsty ending.

Chapter 3

MASTERLIST


For days he laid unconscious on the hospital bed, his body slowly recovering from his wounds. You stayed with him each day, holding his hand, telling him how much you love him, and how much it was going to hurt you when you had to leave. 

“I don’t know if you can hear me, but I love you. And I know you’re going to hate me for leaving, but I can’t fight on a side that I don’t agree with. Of course I love you and I want to stay with you. Of course it’s killing me inside, but I need you to understand.” Tears were pooling in your eyes for what seemed like the hundredth time since his surgery. “I need to fight for what I believe in. It’s what I have to do…” You paused, taking in a shaky breath. “M-maybe when it’s all over, we can be together again.” You choked on your sobs, the emotional dam in your body finally bursting. All you could think about was what was going to happen after the dispute between Steve and Tony; if there even was going to be a future after that. 

Nobody was going to change your mind on your decision, because you were stubborn like that. Tony didn’t even try convincing you to stay, he knew the circumstances and he knew you valued your morals. He just hoped that nothing would happen to you. Tony saw you kind of like a daughter, and to think of all the terrible things that could happen to you in the near future always made his heart ache. Now he was silently leaning against the doorway into the hospital room, listening to your confession. He couldn’t help but furrow his eyebrows together in concern and pain. You had your head buried into Peter’s side and holding his hand as he slept. 

Tony cleared his throat awkwardly, making his presence known. You lifted your head up, turning towards him, your eyes red and puffy. “Uh, F/N, do you want me to stay with him for a little while? You haven’t left the hospital in days and I can have you escorted to the hotel and back so you can shower and get something to eat, if you want.” 

You sniffled, wiping your nose and your tears with your sleeve. “O-okay…” As you nodded, you turned your face to Peter again, watching him sleep. He looked so peaceful there, and you were worried about how peaceful he would be when he woke up. “Just, uh, if he wakes up.. call me… please…” You croaked, trying to hold back another wave of tears. Tony nodded as you slowly let go of Peter’s hand and walked towards Tony with your eyes glued to the floor. 

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