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liyawritesss · 9 months

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ʟᴏᴠɪɴɢ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇɢᴇ!ᴍɪʟᴇꜱ ᴍᴏʀᴀʟᴇꜱ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇ...

Characters: College!Spider-Verse!Miles Morales

Type: headcanons

Synopsis: What would it be like to hold the heart of Brooklyn’s very own Spiderman? Is it an exhilarating tale for the ages, or do things crash and burn before the romance even begins?

Warnings: Some cursing but that’s about it

A/N: Think of this as a part 2 to my original college!miles morales headcanons. Very sweet and cute, with Miles being a dork even in his young adult years.

Tags: @6-noir @babyboiboyega @badass-dora-milaje @jacuzziwaters @mbakuetshurisprincess @shuriszn @verachii @writingintheshadowsforever @cafehyunji @niyahwrites @pantherheart @marsfunzon22 @briology @honeybleed

As said previously in my general college!miles headcanons, I doubt that he’s that invested in dating and pursuing a love life while at school in jersey. So I feel like it’s likely he’ll meet his partner when he travels back home for vacations, weekend trips, etc, as its somewhere he feels more at ease to be himself.

I like the idea of Miles bumping into the attractive person at the Lenny’s Bodega he normally buys his Jamaican Beef Patties from, in a very cheesy and cliche situation where there’s only one left in stock when the both of you reach for it….and Miles being the gentleman he is, would let you have it (also bc there’s a massive fight happening outside and he’s got a suit up real quick, but you don’t question just how frantic he is when leaving the store)

After that Miles tries his hardest to see you again, making up the lamest excuses to head to the corner store. Mama Rio’s out of milk? He’s already bolting out the door. Catching up with dad while he’s on patrol and Jeff mentions he’s a tiny bit hungry? No problem Pops, I got it. And lord knows that boy do not need to go on that many ‘snack runs’ with how skinny and lanky he is, cuz he not gaining nothin’

Though at some point he does run into you again, and he’s able to engage a conversation by the fact that there’s more beef patties in stock so both of you guys can get one. It’s a cheesy joke but it works, cuz when you laugh a little it gives him a major confidence boost

Of course, Mama Rio peeps that somethings up with her son when he comes home with an extra pep in his step. But just because he’s an adult now doesn’t mean that she doesn’t have grounds to tease him. “Did you meet someone today? A girl? Or….. a guy?” She absolutely lives for seeing her son happy and giddy.

It starts just as casual texting, sending tiktoks back and forth and sending casual check-ins. Over time it evolves into meetups, hangouts, facetime calls. And originally Miles is just like “they’re attractive and cool asf” and is perfectly fine with a friendship. It’s been a long time since he’s had a genuine one (in reference to the events of ATSV), and more than anything, just wants someone he can be real with.

But even he can’t fight the realization that at some point throughout your friendship, his perspective of you shifted from platonic to romantic. Miles started to notice little things about you that would make his heart stall in his chest or his stomach flip around with butterflies. Noticing a new fragrance you’ve bought, or a change in your usual hair style, or being more in tune with your emotions than even you are.

So it begs to question; when would Miles say anything about his budding feelings? Well…he probably won’t say much of anything at first. If anything he tries to bury them because he doesn’t wanna ruin the one good friendship he’s been able to maintain since he was a teen. But his changes in behavior don’t go unnoticed by you, and for a while, the two of you walk this thin line of “will they-wont they” until you ultimately bring the conversation up

You go on a couple of dates, have a couple of conversations about what would be expected in a relationship with the both of you, and with your talks Miles slowly but surely begins to gather the courage he needs to be firm with his desires for you…which comes in the form of a kiss underneath the stars while stargazing on the rooftop of his brownstone building.

In the beginning, he’s still kind of skittish, he doesn’t wanna do anything wrong ruin what you two have, and there’s a lot of reassurance that goes into play during the first few months of you two dating (on both ends, really). But once he’s comfortable and you two are really set in…good luck tryna get rid of him

Clingy clingy clingy clingy clingy- loves cuddles, hugs, kisses- is definitely a “where my hug at” typa nigga, and will immediately get grumpy if you dont give him a greeting kiss. Always has a hand on you, whether it be on your back, in your hand, on your thigh- he just needs to physically feel you to ease his mind sometimes.

He draws portraits of you and leaves them in your bedroom or his to find. He also likes when you give him feedback and praise for his drawings because they make him feel really good about them. He always jokes about how you change your hair so much, it’s hard for him to nail down certain hair types and protective styles that you wear.

When he’s home for summer break, your parents can’t and will never stop you two from sneaking into each other’s rooms through the fire escape. They just expect to come into your rooms and find the two of you cuddled up together, with blankets lazily thrown over your bodies. But it also gives them plenty of pictures to blackmail the both of you with. (Jefferson is notorious for picking on his son for clinging onto you like how he used to cling onto Rio’s arm as a baby when he slept. Miles will never know peace in his own house.)

If you have your own apartment, Rio has to beg this boy to come home, and constantly makes jokes about him moving in with you since he spends so much time at your place anyway.

When he’s away at school, he calls you three times a day - one in the morning so that you two can wake up and get ready together, one in the afternoon when he’s in between classes and while you’re either in between classes or on lunch at your job, and once in the evening so you two can unwind and fall asleep together on the phone for the process to be repeated again.

He likes to speak random sentences in Spanish and watch your face contort in confusion. In the scenario that you don’t know or understand the language, you’ll ask him what he said, but he’s so difficult with it, he lets you beg until you ultimately give up, and whispers it in your ear while giving you a back hug. It turns out to be something cheesy as hell, but you love it either way.

If you do understand/know the language, you look at him like he’s grown two heads and question what it is he’s even saying, because in this scenario he’ll say the most random and out of pocket shit just to annoy you. Though you forgive him in the end because he honestly sounds so good when he’s speaking his mother’s tongue.

Dating Miles also means sharing him with Brooklyn, and subsequently New York in general, when it comes to his Spiderman duties. If you can hold him down even though he can’t guarantee being a constant presence for you, you’ll make him fall harder than he originally had. If you love him unconditionally, even if the nights where he comes to you, battered, bruised and exhausted; even when he has to cancel dates or disappear in the middle of a phone conversation; or there are certain things he can’t tell you because of his superhero occupation - the one thing Miles will always promise you is that he’ll come back to you every single time. And that's more than enough for the both of you.

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flodaya · 2 months

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saw someone on twitter say "how can you expect us tomdayas to NOT be annoying with all the material we get" and i couldn't agree more 😌✨

the fact that morons said i would have such a bad time during dune press but in the last 4 weeks we had

flodaya content

tom!jesus

Z serving face (and looks)

Z saying she's into tea with milk now, GIRL

Z skipping a talk show to go home a day earlier

tz spending valentines and the twin's birthday with the family

Z making fashion history at the dune world premiere

tom showing up to the london premiere

bringing his entire family, THEIR entire family

the video of him safely guiding her into the car >>>>>

CHALLENGERS TRAILER

tom reposting the trailer "you aint ready for this one"

everyone calling Z a movie star

saying she is giving a career best performance as chani

ZENDAYA PUPPY INTERVIEW

Z complimenting Mr. Tom Holland's rizz 🥹🥹🥹

she would most like to live in the spiderman universe, i know my spidey nerd <3

meme daya strikes again

and thats just what i remember from the top of my head

#ask #tz

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ameliora-j · 7 months

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sneak peek of my new DILF!hotch x nanny!reader fic ♡

Aaron comes back quickly, and Jack now has a cherry flavored lollipop in his hand and a ring of red around his mouth. “Are you in college?” Aaron asks as he crouches in front of your knee. He gently runs a wet wipe over the blood dripping down your leg to wipe it up.

“Yeah” you smile, nodding slightly. Jack sits beside you as he pets and whispers to Nugget. “I'm studying criminal justice and psychology” you continue.

“Psychology and criminal justice, huh?” He asks softly, “big brain. What do you plan to do with those?” he asks softly as he glances at your knee in concentration. He pulls out the antibacterial spray and Jack reaches his tiny hand over to you.

“I hate when Daddy doeth thith pawt,” he slurs around his tasty treat, but he never takes his eyes off Nugget. You look wearily at the small boy’s hand, slightly grossed out by how sticky it was. However, you smile softly at how sweet he is, and place your hand in his. You’re thankful for some semblance of comfort, though, because Jack was right—the spray was absolutely the worst part. You hiss quietly as Aaron sprays the cut. He places a spiderman band-aid on it and then pats your thigh gently. “Daddy you have to kiss it to make it better” Jack chimes in and you laugh softly, heat rising to your face as well as Aaron's.

“No, Jack buddy, that’s okay” you smile reassuringly. “It’s already all better” you smile, gently kicking your leg for effect. “Thank you, Mr. Hotchner.” You offer him a shy smile

“Just Aaron is okay” he says gently, and you nod as you stand from his porch step. “Let me walk you home,” he offers.

“Oh, no!” You exclaim. “It's alright. It’s not too far from here, and uh… Nugget hasn’t pottied yet, so uh… Yeah,” you swallow again, forcing back the giggle that threatened to tumble out. Two lies in less than thirty minutes… Maybe that’s why the gods hated you.

Aaron nods softly. “Well, thank you for watching Jack when the crazy little adventurer got out” he nods, smiling smally at you.

“You’re welcome. Thanks for the band-aid” you giggle softly, taking a hold of Nugget’s leash as you begin to waltz your way down the street. You check behind you inconspicuously, noting that the two boys had gone inside before you pull out your phone, quickly dialing Ari’s number.

“Ari!” You practically squeal into the microphone as your best friend and roommate picks up. “I just met the hottest dilf with the cutest kid!” You shriek.

“Well hurry your ass up into the car and tell me all about it before I get a ticket for being double parked!” She exclaims, failing miserably to hide the loud laugh that she had let out. You and Nugget rush back up the hill and through the fence and clamber up into Ari’s car—the fat corgi sat on your lap, heavily winded from the whole three minutes of exercise that you had just forced him to endure.

You’re sure of so little things… but, as you sit in the car, there are three things that you are absolutely positive about.

Jack is the absolute cutest kid that you have ever seen in your life.

Mr. Hotchner is the most gorgeous man that you’ve ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on.

Nugget is definitely getting two Milk-Bones the second that you get back to the apartment.

#aaron hotchner #dilf!hotch #single dad!hotch #nanny!reader #white lies & cherry pies #this is gonna be a good one hehe

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tobylovesspence · 1 year

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Weird things about myself that I project onto Ethan Landry and just Ethan headcanons!

Will not eat a PB&J sandwich unless the bread is toast

Hates those uncrushable abominations (Bailey used to get them a ton because Quinn and Richie liked them, after eating them all the time Ethan hates them)

Ethan really liked Spider-Man as a kid (I'm sorry, speak to the wall he loves Spiderman)

He likes dark chocolate more than milk chocolate

He says he likes coffee but really he only likes that Java Chip from Starbucks, he hates real coffee, too bitter

He makes bomb ass cookies but always messes up on cakes, they always just fall apart.

His favorite Disney prince is Aladdin, favorite princess however being Merida

He eats Chad's snacks all the time. Now Chad just buys him Cheetos to keep him occupied.

The only girlfriend he's ever had before Y/n was a girl in 3rd grade who broke up with him because Richie told her Ethan had throw up breath.

Ethan used to dream about being a police chief like his dad now he just dreams of marrying Y/n under the name Landry and disappearing with them forever.

He always makes tons of hot chocolate and doesn't even drink like half.

Favorite holiday movie is The Santa Clause.

He's an X-box and Switch player, he's super into Stardew Valley, he really likes Penny and Shane.

He's the stay at home builder in Minecraft

That is all I have! Gonna write something for Ethan tho other than hcs : @oliver--swift

#ethan landry #ethan landry x y/n #ethan landry x you #ethan landry hcs

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blogfullofemos · 7 months

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Ranching?

NSFW 18+ ONLY!!!!

*I DO NOT CONDONE ANY COPYING OF MY WORK*

Ok so this is for the Kinktober Day 2 prompt: Roleplay + Tittyfucking. I'm still working on my Day 1 prompt and let me just say, its a lot of words. But, enjoy this play on words!! Miguel O' Hara is a cowboy and weeellll...

Pairing: Miguel O' Hara x F!reader (POC)

Warnings: dirty talk (I wrote the most filthiest thing that made me question myself), mentions of roughness, mentions of face-fucking, choking (f rec), voyuerism?, and tittyfucking for milk.

Word Count: 1k

Miguel has the utmost respect for women. Really. He does. But you. You are the impediment of his disciplined morality. See, while the “kids” Halloween party was dying out within Spider HQ. You took his hand and brought him to one of the many meeting rooms; locking the door so no one walks in. “Need you to help me.” you say taking off your red cape, since you came as little red riding hood. Miguel nods as he just watches you transform for the adulterated version of the night. Giving him your red cape, he couldn’t help but ogle at your alluring physique. Leaving nothing to the imagination, you wore a cow-print bikini top followed by the smallest of jean shorts with frills. You pull up the straps of your red thong, enunciating your curves, as you zip open your shorts. Giving him a nervous look, you spin slowly, asking in a southern accent “How do I look O’ Hara?”. Miguel’s eyes land at your dangling jeweled-spider piercing at your stomach. Your pudge and love handles finding a home in his ‘spank-bank’ rolodex. The peek-a-boo of red between your jean’s zipper not helping the tension quickly building in his leather pants.

“Miguel.” you whine with a hint of insecurity, hugging yourself. Blinking his eyes rapidly while clearing his throat, “I-Its…..” he trails, his mind short-circuiting. You let out an exhale while shaking away your nerves. Pulling out a headband with cow ears and horns from your back pocket, you place it a top your curls. Miguel raises his brow, “Are you a cow?” he asks.

“Are you a cowboy?” you retort to his simple observation, unlocking the door. He makes a face at your sarcastic remark because yeah that was a stupid question; but could you blame him? Tossing your red cape to rest on his shoulder, his eyes widen when you open the door. Marring your chocolate skin, his fang’s mark rest at the curvature of your neck. The fading sex-capade, recurring as you sported his signature. Walking out the room, it took everything in him to not drag you back. “Be-.” he breathes.

“OKAYYY (your full name)!!! SHOWING THE GIRLS HOW IT SHOULD BE DONE!!” a spiderwoman yells over the blaring music. Drawing attention from the spiders, whistles and cheers reverberate around you two. The spiderwoman runs up to you to take your wrists, quickly pulling you to the pack of spiderwomen stationed at a booth. “CARINO!!” Miguel yells, reaching out for your shoulder and missing. You look back giving him an ‘I’m sorry’ smile while you continue to walk away. Biting his bottom lip, he spots the healing bruise on the left side of your lower back.

30 minutes. It took 30 minutes. A few drinks in with the real cowboy spiderman, Miguel kept his eyes on you. Weaving through swaying bodies, he pulls you into his large frame, his hands on your hip and neck. “Need you now.” he simply states. Closing the door of the limousine, Miguel wastes no time signaling the driver to put up the partition.

You lay on carpeted flooring, your ruddy cheeks expressing the situation at hand. Never mind your runny eyeliner and smeared lipstick. Your petite frame rocks below every groove of his hips. You bare your neck, your veins protruding as you let out a shaky moan of his name. Miguel’s curls sticks to his clammy forehead, cowboy hat still on, he watches his pulsing spit-shined cock pump between your hand covered breasts. Kneeling above you, he ruts powerfully. “Joder… N-need to be. In. You.” he says, putting his hand on the side of your jaw. His thumb rubs your slimy bottom lip as he gives a boyish smirk, evidence of the recent face-fucking tempting his urge to penetrate you. You let out a disapproving whine, “T-told you…. I’m st-ill sore.” you repeat with a raspy voice.

“I.. I know. Just don’t- joder- think I’m going to come… From t-this.” he says. And by Miguel’s calculations, there’s only 20 minutes left. He would definitely need more time in this position. Miguel continues to rut while he sees your face contort in thought.

Suddenly you rip your flimsy bikini top in half, exposing your bouncing breasts as Miguel stutters in movement. He gasps out a Spanish word as he grips your right breast, making you arch your back from the sting as you bite back a moan. You shoot him your most seductive glare as you prepare to send him into ruin. “Your so rough Miggy. W-would’ve let you-fuck-me i-if you didn’t have me…. Bent!!” you moan. Miguel squeezes your breast while biting back a moan, watching you pinch and circle your nipple at the other. “Holding me down. Teaching me how to t-take your cock.” you purr.

“Y-yeah.. And you took it like a good girl, bebita. My. Good. Girl.” he praises, putting his hand back on your jaw and rutting faster.

“But your so big Miggy…. Can s-still feel you when you’re gone.” you pout.

“Fuck, bebita.” he breathes as his hand tightens and untightens from your jaw “But you like that don’t you?? Like how my cock treats you like a sleeve.” he pushes. Your cunt clenches at his unexpected choice of words, a rush of nerves running down your body. “M-Miggy.” you mewl. His hand slides to your neck and you open your mouth slightly, waiting for your breathe to be taken in silent excitement. But he doesn’t. “Mig- please..” you beg.

“Joder bebita…. Keep. Talking.”

“Miguel.”

“M’close. So. Close. Say my name baby.” Miguel says with concentrated brows as he scrunches his eyes closed.

“Choke me Miggy. Por favor papi, por fav-.” you whine but get choked off, causing you to grip his muscular forearm. Miguel grunts as he bites his bottom lip hard, his fangs showing but not puncturing him. His cum spurts out of his redden cock, landing on your chin and his hand. Helping his release, he pumps the rest of his spend on your chest. Loosening the pressure to your neck as he completely finishes. You happen to cough as he moves off of you, sitting back on leather the seats. Catching your bearings, he looks out the tinted window, “5 minutes mi vida.” he informs.

#spiderman 2099 #miguel smut #miguel 2099 #miguel spiderverse #miguel o hara #miguel o'hara #kinktober2023 #kinktober #atsv #atsv miguel #miguel x reader #miguel o hara kinktober #miguel x you

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babyjakes · 4 months

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I know you’re on a kinkmas grind (I’ve been loving it!) but I can’t help but think about Willa at the holidays! You may have done this before (I may have been the one to even suggest it even lol) but imagine Willa learning about the various holidays. Steve teaches her about Christmas and gets Thor to dress up like Santa. She learns about Hanukkah from Bucky and they light candles together. Idk I just love coming up with Willa fluff.

hey sweet friend, happy holidays! i was indeed very busy with kinkmas when i received this but i still wanted to give a little answer about willa's holiday season as you and a few anons sent in asks about it 🫶

note: i wanted to include willa learning about a wide variety of religions and cultures, but i'm not an expert on anything so if i got anything wrong or anything should be adjusted please let me know!! i will be so happy and grateful to learn more 💕

the end of the year is a crazy time for willa-bug, she's so busy! i didn't know bucky was jewish (and a quick google search wasn't very helpful on confirming this) but if he is, i love that!! and then yes he definitely does hanukkah stuff with her, lighting the candles and maybe she even makes him little presents for each night of hanukkah 🥺 she also wants some of the other friends (peter, thor, wanda, clint...) to come celebrate with bucky too, and bring gifts and participate in all the festivities with him!

i bet she and peter do advent calendars together, he gets her an avenger themed one and she finds him a spiderman one lol 🥺 maybe steve invites peter and wanda to stay over for the first 25 days of december and makes a big deal about them and willa getting to experience "christmas-time in a proper home" 💕 they do all sorts of traditional stuff that steve loves: baking and cooking, decorating the house, fun little crafts, putting up a christmas tree, etc. maybe the whole team comes over one night to help decorate the tree, and they all bring some ornaments to contribute so that willa and steve can have a nice selection for every year 🥺 christmas eve is super fun, she sets out cookies and milk for santa- then in the morning, steve and the kids all gather around the christmas tree and santa brought sooo many presents! (wanda and peter made sure to bring willa out to get lots for steve too ofc 🫶)

a silly little side note: willa's letter to santa is so precious 🥺 at five, she's just learning to write and can't spell yet, so she asks steve to write it out for her so she can copy it down onto her paper. the first part of the letter is just her talking to santa, asking how he is and how all the reindeer are and if he has to wear a bunch of coats in the north pole lol. she asks for a few things for herself but then she asks for a present for each of her friends too, bc thor told her that grown-ups don't write letters to santa and she wants to make sure santa knows exactly what they would like!! so if she's the only one writing to him, she's gotta put in a word for them herself 🥺 she also writes "please" after each thing so santa can see she's using her manners 😭 steve is already tearing up as he listens to her and writes it out for her in big, easy to read letters. then when he sees it written out in her own five-year-old script, he's practically clutching his heart he can't take the cuteness 😭 he definitely saves it, tucks it away somewhere safe to show her when she grows up

willa isn't ready for proper preschool but steve does bring her to an early childhood education program where parents stay and play 💕 she makes lots of friends, many who have different backgrounds that she gets to learn about! she gets to learn about ramadan and eid ul-fitr, as well as eid ul-adha from one classmate whose mom invites her and steve to come join them for iftar! another friend tells her all about chinese new year and shows pictures from the festival she went to last year with her family.

steve definitely raises her to be interested in and respectful of all other cultures and religions! he teaches her what traditions and holidays he celebrates, but also encourages her to find out what other important people in her life believe in and celebrate, and to value those things as well. maybe he gets her a big calendar to hang on the wall where they can mark all their holidays, and their friends' holidays too! so they can remember to celebrate along with them in ways they find meaningful 💕

#eun replies #we love kay #faad #faad headcanons

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twimshi · 10 months

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Shattered Realities Prt2 (reuploaded) (2/5)

Hobie Brown/Reader

"Quick question, do you do your piercings by yourself?"

Could he get any cooler?

Webbie finds out that she loves tangerines

[Ya'll do not understand the stress attack i had because THIS CHAPTER GOT DELETED ?! IM SO SAD BECAUSE SOME READER LEFT SUCH INSIGHTFUL COMMENTS RAAA ,,i love google docs}

Webbie slowly is awoken by the noise of her heart rate quickening, she dosent know why, for a moment, she can't move her fingers, something like sleep paralysis.

She thinks she sees Byte click something on her screen and slightly wave a lightstick around her eyes to see if she was awake.

At least Webbie wakes up gasping for oxygen and grips Byte's arm with all her might.

They both look at each other for a moment before hugging.

"Oh wow I almost died"

Byte laughs in relief she felt through her body "Is that the first thing you say to me after passing out for two days?"

Webbie would have pulled away and questioned that, but she's glad to just get enough rest "Yeah..."

Webbie keeps hugging her until Byte tells her she needs to inform the others that she woke up, even though she rather just go back to sleep.

Miguel surprisingly looks relieved through his constant stone cold expression to see her wake up.

He even brought a cup of a warm drink for her.

Webbie gladly takes it grinning at him while taking a sip of what she thought was milk and makes a face "Why is it spicy"

He roles his eyes, going to check her vitals with Byte "It's cinnamon and honey mixed with milk kid, a home remedy for your nausea"

"Oh..." She gulps the entire thing down and shakes the empty cup demandingly after realizing he didn't poison her "More"

Spider-byte chuckles and shrugs to Miguel "Well she has been asleep for two days"

The fanged Spiderman groans but makes his way the door when he hears the partially healed glitch girl yell to bring her some tangerines.

He runs into Jess when he makes Webbie another cup.

Jess looks at him "She awake?"

"Yeah" He he stirs the hunny in the cold milk before adding the cinnamon stick "And hungry as ever, do we have tangerines?"

"Uhm yeah, probably in the pantry but I'm here to tell you about something else Lylla told me when you told her to do research on Webbie"

Miguel sets the milk to the microwave and turns back to Jess, signalling her to continue.

She inhales "She thinks Webbie mighy be causing a slow in the canon"

Miguel walks back to the infirmary to see the Webbie telling odd stories to Malala.

"And then I got hit by a big ass truck"

"What?! Is that true?"

Webbie giggles, leaning into her wrapped up arms "No but it would be a pretty cool story if I did"

Miguel walks in, stopping the girls for exchanging even more bizarre stories for each other.

Malala gives Webbie a small "We'll chat later" and swings out of the room, waving to Miguel on the way out.

He gives her a respectful nod of acknowledgement and hands the cup of hot milk and basket full of tangerines to the girl.

Lylla pops from his shoulder, Webbie is a little shocked she almost dropped her basket with tangerines.

She tries to reach out to the hologram to touch nothing.

"Whoah watch where your touching girlfriend, take a girl to dinner before you make grabby-grabby to her"

Webbie stares at Lylla "Whoah, you talk? I like your glasses"

"I...why thank you" she replies all giddy like a school girl kicking her feet.

Miguel sighs asking Lylla to scan the girl which she agreed to "Looks like nothing has really changed before, her vitals seem normal"

"That's a good sign- Hobie for the last time, stop taking stuff you don't need"

"You barely even use this stuff mate"

Webbie's eyes darts to the owner of the voice to see him, the punk head from before.

He was wearing skinny jeans with funky hair.

Miguel was on the verge of losing his shit but took a deep breath "Lylla, anything else we can do about the situation?"

"Well, we could try to place her in another universe?" Lylla suggests.

"Not yet" Miguel answers at the same time as Webbie says, an immediate "No"

Lylla awkwardly pushes her glasses up before dissapearing "Okay.....I'll ask again next time"

Miguel takes another deeper breath and walks to a separate room for a moment.

In the meantime, Webbie isn't so pleased with Miguel's answers.

Not yet means so that means soon?

She needs to leave.

She abruptly gets up to only sit back down when the daunting realization hit that she had nowhere to go.

She wants to leave.

She wants to go.

She wants to dissapear-

"You look like you're 'boutta vomit, do I need to get a bag"

"Are you calling me ugly?"

"Names Hobie Brown and I don't think people are ugly, it's another way of saying you don't conform to the norm" He states like a college professor "In conclusion, people say ugly, now back to my main point. Do you need a bag?"

"No I don't- Wow you have a thick accent, it's really odd, but In a good way"

He raised his eyebrows "You tryna butter me up or something?"

"How did you know I like butter" Webie stands on her bed like a mad woman and grabs his hands in hers "I need to ask you a really important question"

He's caught off guard by how fast she recovered from the entire incident considering the way the other Spidermen had to go to therapy after witnessing her glitch from the thinking that was normal.

Hobie scratches his ear with his other hand, unsure what to say or do with this just tilts his head, not sure to find this interaction odd or endearing "Come again?"

Webbie repeats herself a little loudly this time "Can we be friends?"

He wants to say something sarcastic at the odd but relevant request but her entire aura encapsulates him like a bubble that he cant get out of.

Quite similarly to bubble gum stuck on his shoe.

Before Hobie could even make a joke or reply to her sudden request, Miguel walked back into the room and pointed at him.

"Hobie, you're in charge of her living situation" Miguel walks away before anyone could give any insight to their situation or his choices.

Hobie rolls his eyes, his hand still in hers "Whatever, I'm only doing this because she looks like a stray animaI don't believe in animal cruelty"

Hobie looked at Webbie, who had a bandage wrapped around her head, and kept staring at his face "Why are you looking at me all funny?"

"Quick question, do you do your piercings yourself?"

"Yeah, I do, what about it?"

"They're just...so cool" She circles him getting down from, like a dog trying to make friends.

Hobie feels a kick of an ego booster before the girl trips on her own shoe laces and quickly gets back up "I just find them really cool, even your clothes and stuff"

"Yeah?" He says walking slightly closer, eyes watching her look at every single earring he has "You want one?"

Her heart thumps, but not for the reasons she would prefer in a place with majestic-looking people.

But all she felt was people cold sweat, and needles.

It's not the same happy memory recurrence as remembering the Lorax movie.

Or any fluffy emotion she would rather be feeling.

The memory that was circulating her mind were the things that ran through her mind.

She didn't want to feel that way, so she chugged her sprite which caused her to violently cough and smile at Hobie, who was unchartherestically amused by the action.

"No thank you, but thanks for the offer"

Webbie is lucky she manages to mask her sudden fear because he doesn't seem to notice.

Hobie shrugs "Suit yourself mate, anyways I heard that you named yourself"

"I did! Was getting tired of getting called girl" She was only called girl one time by Miguel but found it extremely demeaned by it.

"That's sick, creating your own identity and all that" He praised.

They continue to walk for a moment before he notices something shining in Webbie's hands and his eyes slightly widen because no way could she gave taken it "Where did you get that from?"

"Oh I saw you looking at it while Miguel was talking, you never listen to him"

"You little bugger" He says proudly and swipes the device from her hand, inspecting it.

Usually, Hobie just rips devices he needs.

Mostly beacause Miguel would be too tired to question him about it.

But the way Webbie took the device, it was almost like she didn't even rip it out "Didn't know you could pickpocket like that"

"I don't pickpocket" She says offendedly scratching her head, trying to figure it out herself "Probably some memories are coming back gradually, but I guess it felt like a reflex"

He leans into her personal bubble and looks at her, almost hauntingly but not so to make her uncomfortable, just a little shocked.

No, very shocked and decided to say the following nonchalantly "Do it again"

"What?"

He chuckles and backs away from her "Don't look so lost bug, I've just been working on something, need some spare parts from Miguel's room"

"No way I'm touching his stuff, he like wants me totally dead"

"Maybe, well is that a yes or no"

"I'm not doing it"

"So a no?"

"No-" She says but realizes, does this make her uncool in the eyes of Hobie?

He didn't even answer her question from before "Let me think about it..." She reconsiders.

"I can do it on my own but you did it so seamlessly," Hobie says, intrigued with her "You worry about Miguel too much, you a lap dog to him or something?"

"I am not a dog that sits on laps!"

"Aint that a fact bug, the only lapdog in our society are the police. You're more of an orange cat with black cat instincts" He says walking a mile a second with those long legs of his.

Webbie still recovering from the 'glitch' incident "Hobie, I am really trying to listen to what you're saying so please slow down"

He finally stops and lets the lost Webbie catch up with him "What are we doing here?"

"Portaling out of here of course" The punk says, reaching into his pocket to get a wristband, snapping it on her arm.

Webbie backs away from him smiling nervously "Me, go in there? You're being silly right now"

Webbie puffs up her chest to look brave and scoffs "Why are you saying that like I'm scared, I'm very brave. I watched horror movies before bed" No, she did not.

Hobie taps in feet on the ground and places his hands on his hips to her "Look, you didn't have a wristband before. Now you have one, won't hurt a muscle"

"Says the one trembling like a leaf"

She looks around to see if he was holding her but he was just standing there hands in his pockets nonchalantly "I can tell you're wondering 'bout me noticing, it's just spider-sense."

Webbie eyes him, running out of things to say "That's totally not creepy, but interesting.....Spider senses dont make sense because I've killed many spiders, and most of them are stupid-"

"Will you just-" He grabs her hand with a rough motion but the hold was gentle "You can hold my hand"

It was unexpected, she looked at the spiky hair figure - she wants to tell him not to pity her but his hands were big and oddly enough cold.

She didn't want to let go.

Hobie levels with her gently swinging their intertwined hand back and forth "You'll be okay, you can even close 'yer eyes"

She listens to him but even so, she could see bright flashes of colours, her hands grip his tighter.

He grips back and holds her body close suddenly with no warning when he jumps into the portal.

Webbie is about to scream into his ear when she sees his smirk "Why are you smiling like that? You don't just grab me with no warning"

"Sorry 'bout that, but what did I say? Didn't even hurt right, ya wuss?"

"I don't even-" Webbie stops to look around to realize she was on a roof and

She wasn't glitching.

There, Webbie goes again, looking at him like he's the coolest person ever.

Hobie doesn't see this look as he's already directing her to his window.

Webbies's feet are temporarily glued to the floor when she enters the hourse

"You scared of chairs or something?"

"Dont patronize me"

"I wouldn't dream of conforming to that very word luv"

Webbie manages to ease her thoughts and walks towards the small kitchen Hobie had, admiring the small trinkets on it.

"What'chu looking at?"

"You're in band?"

"Was, is the right word" He says, the photo she was looking at was taken months ago when he had highlights in his hair and different colour contact lenses in each eye "Are you going to keep staring at that picture?"

"You just look really... cool" She says with so much glee that it hurts her chest.

Actually, it might actually hurt a lot more because she falls on the ground.

Hobie luckily was standing in close proximity of her and managed to lull her uninjured hand around his own to the couch.

"Yup, ya aren't a stray dog"

"....I wish I was"

Webbie takes note of the small how cluttered yet organized the whole place was "How do you afford this? I always hear that cities have the highest rent"

"Got that one right, this was passed down from an old mate of mine. This is more like a temporary homestay"

They both just stay silent trying to think of what to say to each other.

Webbie rocks on her heels, unsure of what to do or say as Hobie tosses some pillows and a blanket on the couch

He points to the door "My room there and the bathroom is over there. If you want snacks like tea, just help yourself to it. Wake me up if you need anything" Hobie drops his jacket on the floor going to the shower in his room.

Webbie waves him goodnight and is left with her thoughts.

That aren't always the best.

But Webbie tries to do some jumping jacks to release some tension.

She stops doing jumping jacks after realizing how stupid she looked.

At last, after maybe about twenty minutes of daydreaming, she decides to take a peak outside the window of Hobie's apartment.

Her thoughts linger a little as cars pass by in the small neighbourhood.

Thoughts like where was she from?

Did she have parents?

Whats her cool backstory?

Why was she afraid of chairs and needles?

And why was there a lingering empty feeling in her?

All of this ran in her mind until she found the perfect way to relax, or at least try to.

Hobbie wakes up with many noises in the middle of the night, like police cars, riots, and more.

But never was he awoken by a British reality show playing on the television.

He rubbed his eyes, hair sticking up wildly as he looked at the television "You're still awake? And you're watching....British bake off"

Webbie looks at him while mid-way peeling her tangerine "Yeah...I can turn it down if you want"

Hobbie shakes his head going back to his bedroom where Webbie thought he was going back to bed.

To her surprise he walks out with some of his pillow and blanket.

"Scoot to over to the side will ya?"

She obliges and he plops to the side of her.

Webbie grins at him and continues to watch to show before she slowly falls to sleep, at ease.

Hobie watches the show a little while longer before he feels his eyes begin droop a little.

He looks over to Webbie to see that she's already fallen asleep with a half peeled tangerine in hand with her mouth open.

'What a madlad' His inner thoughts said as he plucks the tangerine from her hands and places it on the coffee table.

A off the TV with his web shooter, looking out the window which was next to the couch, curtain open.

He slowly started, eventually falling back into the couch.

Even though the couch was small.

Both of them slept the entire night comfortably, feeling somehow safe with each others presence.

Hobie didn't even realize he slept with a tangerine in his own hands.

#hobie brown x reader #hobie brown #spider man: across the spider verse #across the spiderverse

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Being Frank Castle's Daughter in Hawkins Pt 3

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reader: female | Age: 17-18 range

Characters Mentioned: Frank Castle (MCU), Matt Murdock (briefly, MCU), Kate Bishop (Briefly, MCU), Peter Parker (briefly, MCU), Ant-Man (Briefly, MCU), Black Window (Briefly, MCU), Thor Odinson (briefly MCU), Steve Rogers (Briefly, MCU), Bucky Barnes (briefly, MCU) Ghost rider (once, MCU), Bruce Banner (once, MCU), Pietro Maximoff (Once, MCU), Deadpool (Once, MCU), Steve Harrington (ST), Billy Hargrove (ST), Nancy Wheeler (ST), Eddie Munson (briefly, ST) Dustin Henderson (briefly, ST) Mike Wheeler (briefly, ST), Max Mayfield (briefly, ST), Neil Hargrove (briefly, ST), Mrs.Wheeler (briefly, ST) Holly Wheeled (Briefly, ST), Mr. And Mrs. Harrington (ST)

type: headcanons + drabbles (unnecessary long ones too lol)

A/N: im glad you guys are liking this

Warnings: Y/n beats ass, also Y/n gets stabbed by a fork, Mrs.Harrington being the biggest ass and shoving her religion down your throat, this part really has it out for our reader, also Mrs.Harrington called you a dyke so fuck her, mentions of scars and Past abuse from Neil at Billy

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Hawkins, you had called the place home for about a month and a half, and with fall in full swing and break coming up, things were starting to get busy

Halloween was coming up and it was just as a big thing in Hawkins as it was in New York

You always loved Halloween, it's good fun, plus the colors were always a nice contrast to New York and its grayness

And you had a habit of dressing up as shitty put-together costumes of superheroes to make your friends laugh after all you were meant to be them the best one was spiderman

By best, it means crack head energy one

Good time good times

The Bully continued though: so no good times :(

You're basically annoyed at this point, Like would you find a few ways to harass me thanks, Wiping away marker day after day just seems like, no thought put into it

With the last week of school coming up, well, that was different.

Steve had started sitting with you during lunch, till he finally spits it out that he and Nancy had split a few weeks ago.

But you felt like he had been holding on for a while to that

So with him now girlfriend less and Tommy and Carol free he spent lunch with you.

"So what are you gonna be for Halloween?" Steve asked.

Y/n shrugged, "who knows. I was thinking something superhero."

"Like Black widow?" Steve asked.

"Try Ant-Man."

"Ant-Man? Please." he rolled his eyes, causing Y/n to chuckle.

"Oops!"

The harmless laughter was soon cut off by food being dumped straight onto her head.

"Oh no!" A girl aspirated, loudly, "not my milk too!"

Y/n and Steve were too in shock to even move, Y/n being covered in sloppy joe, mashed potatoes, and strawberry milk. The whole cafeteria went silent as the girl's laughter filled the silence.

"You don't mind if I take yours right?" She asked, "Accidents happen all the time."

The girl took the milk from Y/n's barely-touched tray and walked off to the center between all the tables, walking down as if it was some runway with her friends.

"That's It!" Y/n shouted standing up the whole table rocking as she did so.

"y/n! Y/n!" Steve called as she walked from between the tables, pulling her jean jacket off and wiping her face on it before tossing it aside, "Heather get the FUCK back here!"

The teen turned around, smirking at her as her friends laughed.

"Aw. Little nobody wants to get in a cat fight?" She mocked, watching Y/n take off her belt, "She's a whore too! Gonna undress for the whole school are you?"

Steve ran in beside her, "Y/n if you fight them-"

"It's not a fight if all I do is beat there ass." Y/n defended, "So go back to your see. Now."

Steve gulped back up towards the table. "Go sit down with you little bitch friends," Heather ordered as Y/n stood there.

The cafeteria was silent, all eyes on Y/n as she sniffled something itching her nose as she wrapped her belt around her palm and knuckles letting it go down her forearm and tightening it on her arm. The girls looked at each other and laughed under their breath.

"Is that supposed to scare me?" She asked as she started forward towards Y/n stopping barely an inch apart.

"This is your warning." Y/n demanded calmly, "you walk away, and you apologize to Steve for calling him a name."

"And if I don't?" She spoke.

Y/n nodded looking down, Heather laughing: all bark and no bite.

Y/n calmly placed her hand on Heather's shoulder, and quickly gut punched her hard, Heather crumbling to the ground in pain wheezing for pain as Y/n pushed her over easy with her foot.

"Someone else wanna come at me!" Y/n shouted.

"Y/n! Behind you!"

Y/n turned around too slow just to be rushed at by one of the girl's boyfriends, she was driven into a support pillar as he punched at her gut.

"YEAH! GET EM Y/N!" Eddie cheered, the whole cafeteria in uproar: apparently Y/n's not the only one these guys were fucking with.

Grabbing him by his hair she dragged him near a table and tossed him into it, it hit him in the gut as Y/n grabbed him by the hair once more and threw him to the floor. Another boyfriend jumped in, pulling Y/n by her hair she struggled against his grasp but dropped onto her knees, he was thrown off balance causing him to jolt forward as she grabbed him by his arms and flipped him over her, sending him to the ground and hard. She stood back up seeing the girls at the end of the cafeteria scram as quick as they could.

"Knife!"

Y/n turned her head, seeing the first boy come at her with a small pocket knife, his swings sloppy and clearly just aiming for her face, she dodged and landed a punch across his face, clean hard, and fast.

Billy Fucking Hargrove had come from no where to help, finished with his cigarette, and grabbed him pulling him away from her and beating him up. Heather had grabbed someone's metal fork from their tray in silence and rushed at Y/n, getting her in the upper shoulder with it piercing the flesh deeply. That would injure Y/n enough to teach her a lesson.

Yet Y/n pulled the fork from her shoulder and threw it aside shocking the girl as Y/n grabbed her by the front of her shirt and dragged her to a table, kicking her knees in and pushing her head to the table flat.

"Steve." Y/n spoke looking up at him, he was right there, "Top pocket of my bag, a little white box."

He looked at her in shock, "Steve!"

"yeah! yeah!"

He did as ordered and quickly tossed her the box she used her teeth to open the box, the box was a little shaker box, filled with sharp pins they'd use on maps in class. The girl squirm as Y/n grabbed her by the face, opening her mouth forcefully.

"I don't mind losing a few of these," Y/n told shaking the box a sharp pin barely hanging on as the girl started to cry, "You know this hurts, yeah it hurts real bad. I know It's happened to me before,"

"P.Please!" The girl gargled, her mouth still forced open.

"I let you walk away if what!?" Y/n argued, "What did I promise!"

The girl looked at Steve, "I'm sorry."

"What?" Y/n asked shaking the box, "I can't hear you!"

"I'm sorry! Please!" She begged, "I won't do it again! Ever! Please!"

"Not loud enough!" Y/n argued.

"Y/n that's enough!" Steve argued Heather crying.

"I Said louder!" Y/n demanded shaking the box as a few fell from the edge.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please! Please!" She cried louder looking at Steve, Y/n catching the pins before they fell into the girl's mouth letting the girl fall onto the floor.

The whole cafeteria was cheering: the biggest bullies were completely destroyed, Billy grabbed your jacket, and Steve threw you your bag as you and Billy rushed out of there before the teachers came around.

Eddie basically being your hype man after you ran: "And Y/n Castligone wins by a not so shocking 50 points!"

That just causes more cheering.

And Billy drove you home

Luckily no one was home and you were able to take a shower while Billy sat in your room

Afterward, he helps in bandaging those stab marks from that fork

That's the first time he sees your back up so close.

He's seen plenty of girls naked before yeah, but your back is different

It's covered in old scars that had faded and blended in with your skin

He wants to ask about them so bad: but if what he thinks is true, he can't help you as much as he thinks, he's in the same situation

and he knows asking is a touchy subject

But Billy ends up staring anyways

"New York's hard on the body." Y/n responded finishing covering the fork stab wounds, "Thanks."

He's quiet as he watches Y/n put a bra on, back still to him, and then a shirt.

"You said you'd call me," Billy argued.

"Call you?" Y/n asked, "about what?"

"You know what!" He shouted, shocking Y/n, "I can't believe I actually fucking cared!"

"I don't even understand what your talking about!" Y/n argued back.

"So those scars just appear right!?"

Y/n looked at him like he was stupid, he had no idea what he was talking about: "You don't know what you're talking about." Y/n argued.

"Oh? I don't?" Billy argued, red in the face: He seemed to hurt more than anything, "fucking try me because I understand how it is to be beat for every small fucking detail out of place."

"What?" Y/n asked, this was news to her, and his anger dropped: she was genuinely confused, isn't this what they had slowly been hinting at each other this whole time?

"Hargrove."

He went to walk away but she grabbed his wrist, "Billy. Sit. please."

You had never come clean to anyone, about you and Frank's work, you swore him to secrecy, with a pinky swear and he thought you were fucking stupid

So you told him about it all: Your time in New York: everything to fighting with Frank against Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes, to meeting the literal God of Thunder, from Daredevil to ghost rider, and ghost rider to bruce banner, you laid it all on the floor for him: you even told him about Pietro

You make him too vulnerable and he tells you about his dad: but also swears you to secrecy and to your demise, you promise, and he tells you everything and you actually listen which makes it that much easier for Billy to just throw it all out.

You guys just become that much closer, and he gets a well-deserved bear hug.

"Maybe I'll take you away to New York one day," Y/n spoke softly, holding Billy tight.

Yeah he'd like that.

A phone call interrupts the two of them, Y/n going to pick it up.

"God finally," Steve spoke on the other end, "You okay?"

Y/n smiled small, "I'm good yeah, nice shower and everything."

"Maybe best to lay low for the rest of the day," Steve spoke, " Everyones been keeping it to themselves, what happened at lunch. Think those girls got too scared to say anything."

"Well let's hope they don't bother anyone anymore," Y/n responded.

"Y...yeah..." Steve nervously released, "Say...Uh thanks, I don't think anyone really ever stuck up for me, ya know?- it's not like people call me names all that much-"

"It's fine," Y/n responded, "Let's just say I don't like bullies at all..."

Steve chuckled, "Yeah I can see that...but uh, you know, as a thanks...my dad has this dinner happening: with some people from work, did you wanna...I don't know come along?"

"A...party?"

"No, large dinner." Steve corrected quickly holding his breath on the other end.

"A party would have been a deal breaker," Y/n chuckled, "But uh I'm free, when is it?"

"Sunday starts at 5:30."

"Yeah, I'll run it by my dad then."

"Cool.Cool. I've gotta run."

"Mhm."

You bet he's screaming like a little girl, and Dustin's there too, he had to be there.

"It's a good day Henderson!!" Steve cheered, "Icecreams on me! Go get you, little shitheads!"

hey Dustin's not complaining at all

And you back to sitting with Billy till Frank comes home, and he sees you two playing the game of life.

"This is Bullshit!"Billy protested.

"What?" Y/n laughed.

"You took the kids and the fucking car! My game piece doesn't even stand up! by itself!"

A whistle steals her attention, "Hey dad." Y/n smiled looking over at him in the doorway, "Sorry I didn't call you, Hargrove me home."

"It's. Fine." Frank spoke, "we got dinner on Sunday, at five."

"Uh..." Y/n spoke, "With the Harringtons?"

"How'd you know?"

"I know their son..." Y/n spoke moving her pieces, "I need 500 Hargrove."

"For what!?"

"Child support."

"Bullshit."

Y/n looked back at Frank as Billy counted the fake money, "Is that all?" Y/n asked.

"Your friends sent you another box."

"What? really!?" Y/n asked with a smile getting up and disturbing the game: thank God was Billy's thought.

You could care about the game now and grabbed the box from its position by the door thanking Frank before going back into the room using her foot to close the door.

Since Billy knows about your past and the whole Punisher's daughter thing, you allow him to stay for the weird shit that's being sent to you

This one's weirder than the last one, and in the Letters, Matt even apologizes for the weird shit that's gonna be in the box

There are some photos, and you show Billy who's who: But don't reveal any identities, he sees that you're happy talking about them

"Family dinner must be fun." Billy joked.

Y/n laughed, "Yeah, Sunday dinner is really fun."

A small smile painted his face, messing with a small stone sent to her by Thor, it was from Asgard apparently and highly valuable.

"Just like this week's Sunday dinner." Billy teased, "I can see it now, City bird becomes Harrington."

Y/n rolled her eyes and laughed, "Oh please. Not gonna be a Harrington if I'm blowing this joint with a Hargrove after graduation now am I?"

He let out a chuckle, setting the stone back in its velvet bag.

"Throw a punch at Harrington for me?" Billy asked Y/n smiling.

"Just for you."

"Yeah?" Billy asked with a smile, his teeth grazing his bottom lip just the slightest.

"yeah."

And that was his cue to leave, he say his goodbye to you before leaving

Turns out he has to go to that stupid dinner too, so he could punch Harrington himself

and when he tells you, you laugh in his face, and now you're running from him

Apparently, Mr.Harrington had become friends with one of his security guards during the night shifts, and Frank was always doing Extra hours during night construction on a new building for the company

That's how this happened

You told Steve about it: wow small town

Like literally small town- It's Hawkins what did you expect

And Nancy was talking to you about it during a class you shared, Apparently, her dad was high up and worked under Mr.Harrington too, she was complaining about going to you

but then figured out your going

And says she has to take you shopping: she just has to, because she doesn't have something to wear and wanted to get to know you better now that "Steve wasn't dragging her everywhere."

She says she'll pick you up Saturday, but if you have to go you say you'll just have your dad drop you off downtown and she agrees

You are not excited to go shopping you know you're gonna be dragged into some girly store.

You ask Frank about it at Dinner and he almost laughs: you're asking him to drop you off to go DRESS shopping, not just shopping, DRESS shopping

"Oh you're serious," Frank spoke.

"Yeah..." Y/n spoke, "unfortunately"

because that's what you want he takes you

When the weekly calls come in even Kate's laughing at you, but you're being serious: "What? What happened to pants gang?" was her response

She was right: you can't break the pants pact "Wear red," matt called from the background.

"Wear purple," Kate called.

"Purples gross."

"Oh sure, because you can totally tell Matt."

You miss the old bickering with the group

but soon the call ends because peter's gotta go save the city

you miss getting those calls to go and help

but you can't let it get you down,

So when Saturday comes along and you're dragging yourself to downtown, nancy is already waiting for you on a street corner

She practically drags you through every store, and it's not like it's slow either, she goes through each one thoroughly with you

"Okay, so what are you going to wear?" Nancy asked, "Dress? Or skirt? Maybe something with a belt around the waist? I bet Pinestrip plaid would look great on you!"

"Can I be honest?" Y/n asked Nancy nodding.

"I was just gonna wear jeans and a shirt."

"oh."

"yeah..." "Steve's uh...Mother is pretty-"

"I mean I can get a dress. I don't-"

"No! No! you should be comfortable, maybe we can go look at the business casual pants? You can still get pinstripe plaid if you want!"

"Yeah, that sounds good."

So maybe Nancy Wheeler wasn't as big of an ass as you had first thought

Though through the whole day you were downtown you had picked out just a pair of fitted pants that were black and flared at the bottom slightly, and a sleeveless turtle neck from the thrift store, Nancy still was having trouble finding the perfect shoes

"I just bought loafers from the thrift store. See there pretty good shape." Y/n defended.

"I can't wear loafers!"

"Okay. Let's calm down." Y/n spoke, "What color are you looking for."

Somehow you manage to calm Nancy down and find some damn heels for her.

She drives you home after getting some ice cream for on the way home.

"So you and Hargrove?" Nancy asked.

"Me and Billy? What about it?" Y/n questioned, as Nancy looked over at her.

"Come on," Nancy spoke.

"What?" Y/n asked again.

"Nothing, never mind." Nancy spoke, "You're both just close then?"

Y/n nodded, "Must be a city kid thing." "Yeah..."

Nancy wasn't convinced, but you were

She dropped you off and waved goodbye as she watched you go inside before pulling off.

"What you buy a whole damn store and work in it?" Frank ask, he was making dinner as she walked in.

"I bought three things."

"After," He looked at the clock, "What? seven hours?"

"Nancy couldn't find heels," Y/n responded.

"Now were the heels for you? or her?" Frank poked at her.

"I stuck to the guns, and got pants, even bought a pair of loafers."

Frank chuckled eating a slice of the vegetable he was cutting.

"Thatta girl," He praised and went back to cooking.

Y/n smiled and went to put her stuff down.

She'd help with Dinner after washing her hands, and then they'd eat together, bs-ing about the week

The main topic was tomorrow's dinner, they laughed at each other: neither were "people" people, they had their close-knit group and that'd be all, but they knew that: and it was yet another thing they had in common

Somewhere during dinner, a deck of Uno cards found its way between them during dinner, they played late into the night there half eaten food getting cold as + four cards continued to be stacked until 16 cards were drawn on Y/n's end.

That was straight of slaughter.

You went to bed after Frank's glorious win

You thought you'd be able to sleep in on a Sunday, but someone was knocking on your window at the crack of dawn.

"Nanc?" Y/n asked, "What the hell are you doin' here?"

"Help me in." She spoke Y/n sighing and taking Nancy's bag from her tossing it on the bed, then pulling Nancy herself inside the room.

"I was thinking I could help you get-"

It was too late, Y/n had already laid herself back in bed, "Gimmie another three hours."

"What? No- also your room looks just like my brothers. A mess."

Y/n shrugged, "that's fine by me."

"Come get up I wanna help you get ready!"

Y/n sighed as she sat up, "Go at it, Nancy-"

"Well, I'm not giving you a shower! come on get up!"

So Nancy drags you to get up and into the shower, she also tells you to wash your hair so she can help you do that too

"What's that."

"Makeup."

"What?"

"Don't worry, I'm not putting glitter on your face," Nancy spoke, "or pink."

"Oh."

She sticks true to her word and keeps it simple, some chapstick: which you thought was lipstick, and some black eyeshadow blended out

She had you get dressed afterward, you but you look "too plain" in her words, you're sleeveless turtle necks black and so are your pants, your loafers black as well.

"You look like you're going to a funeral." Nancy spoke, "Do you have a leather jacket? Or maybe a different colored turtle neck?"

"I have a dark purple turtle neck,"

"Yeah put that on!"

Y/n did as told, careful to watch her face as she changed it out for a purple long sleeve turtle neck.

"That's better." Nancy spoke, and went into her bag, "i brought this from home, it's originally a belt but I think it'd work as a chain too."

Nancy clipped both sides to the belt loops, leaving one loop in between.

"There!" she smiled, showing Y/n her tiny pocket Mirror, "All ready for dinner! Do you mind if I do my make-up here? I'd love to-"

"Y/n?" Frank knocked on the door

"Go," Y/n whispered. "One-minute dad!"

"What?"

"Go out the window." Y/n demanded, "Hurry."

Nancy quickly slid her bag under the bed and Y/n helped her out the window and closed it.

Y/n hurried to the door, opening it, "yeah?"

"You're up?" he spoke, but was more of questioning it, Y/n could easily sleep in till 2pm if she desired.

"Yeah," Y/n responded.

Y/n reached his hand out and she closed her eye as he wiped beside her eyelid.

"Is that makeup?" He asked looking at the black smudge on his finger.

"Yeah. is that okay?" Y/n questioned.

"yeah, yeah," Frank spoke, wiping his hand on his black pants, "You look..."

Y/n raised an eyebrow, "Bad I presume?"

"No. No," he spoke, unable to find the right word.

A smile fell onto Y/n's lips: "if it's leaving you this speechless, I can proudly say I had a good dad to raise me."

He laughed kissing her forehead, "Don't take another three hours."

"Copy that."

Y/n closed her door with a smile, and walked back to the window to see Nancy waiting, "Did you park out on the street?"

"Yeah. I can't drive on that road," she spoke.

"You can come back in."

Nancy and you spend the next hours talking as she does her makeup and she puts a product in your hair as well as her own.

And she then climbed back out your window to go get dressed at her house, just in time too because Frank knocks

"You're cuttin' it, close kid. we gotta go"

"Me? I'm waiting for you old man."

He can only laugh, "yeah well we're gonna make it just on time if you'd walk a little faster."

""Oh? I'm too slow for the old man?"

You both left, and Frank had you carry a pie he made, since when did he bake?

"You never make me a pie." Y/n protested.

"You never ask." He spoke up.

"Since when did you learn how to bake."

"I'm Italian, It's a natural skill," Frank spoke with a laugh.

"You're Italian?" Y/n asked.

"Do you ever listen to anything I ever tell you, kid?"

Y/n shrugged, "I just always thought you were 100 percent dumb ass."

He looked over at her giving her a "really?" look as she laughed, he chuckling along with her shaking his head at her, "Watch it in front of these guys."

"You got it."

Dinner would be easy: you just wouldn't talk: this would be easy

You guys got there, and Mrs.Harrington opened the door, welcoming them both in.

"And you must be Mr.Castilgone?"

"Frank is fine Ma'm."

This was gonna be annoying in full honesty, she didn't even acknowledge you besides an up and down glance and a face of what looked like disgust.

the house was uh, "modern" basic with no charm, and no warmth.

"Steve come down we have guests come and greet them!"

Steve was quick to fly down the stairs, stopping mid-way, spotting y/n at the bottom of the steps.

"hey Harrington..." Y/n smiled waving to him shortly.

"My son has a name-" This was already going bad.

"Mom it's fine." Steve stopped her, walking himself down the rest of the steps, "Hey. You...Uh. You look great!"

"Thanks." Y/n smiled, "Not too bad yourself."

He smiled, "Uh, Harrington- Steve, Steve this is my dad, Frank. Dad, Steve."

Steve thought you were scary at first glance, but Frank? Damn. DAMN, he was terrified to just shake his hand; yet did it anyways, he saw where you got your strength from

Luckily Mr.Harrington breaks up the awkwardness happy to see Frank and to finally meet you: he surprisingly was a sweet man who would have preferred you dress "traditionally", but that wasn't his comment to make, and kept it to himself

You were taken into a living room while Mrs. Harrington went back to making food in the kitchen

Do you think it was a bit of a shock you didn't go to the kitchen with Mrs. Harrington? No. Did Mrs. and Mr. Harrington? Yes: Mr.Harrington kept his opinion to himself, but Mrs.Harrington seemed to be angrier than an old man catching kids stealing from his lemon tree, Y/n could feel the anger: and cursed Matt for training in improving her senses

"I. Uh. Got some new music from..the uh. store." Steve spoke nervously, trying to make small talk with her as they sat on the couch alone, Frank and his dad talking about work as Steve's dad poured them two whiskies.

"Nice," Y/n spoke looking around, so...bland...

"You look really pretty." Steve spilled out, his palms sweaty.

Y/n nodded, "Thanks. Wish I could say you look good, but you've cleaned up better for school."

"Ouch." He laughed, Y/n laughing with him, "Maybe I take that compliment back."

Y/n smiled, "You're very much welcome too."

Steve laughed, his fingers running over his palm as he looked at his hand, "I don't think I can, it'd be-"

The doorbell rang and Steve mentally gut punched himself, his mom answering it as the hall was filled with happy hellos.

In came, the one the only Hargrove-Mayfield family.

Both Steve and Y/n stood up. Steve found it odd the way Billy eyed at Y/n, also in a "watch it" tone as Y/n went for the juggler. Billy's Father, Neil Hargrove.

"Hi, Mr.Hargove!" Y/n smiled his hand extending as Y/n grasped it: it was a firm handshake, but Y/n squeezed, hard. "I'm Y/n, Y/n Castilgone, Frank's daughter, I know Billy from school, he's really sweet, drives me home all the time."

"My Billy? No." Neil laughed.

Y/n gave a puzzling look, "oh but yes Mr.Hargrove, he always makes sure I'm very safe, it's dangerous out there for a lady like me. Isn't it?"

She was buttering Billy up, "In New York, I am always worried about the danger, he keeps me very safe. You'd always have to watch your six everywhere you go."

Steve was confused, she was talking...weird focusing on her pronunciation of certain words (guys, find the secret threat within the dialogue lines to Mr.Hargrove and I'll give you a cupcake or something.).

"Nice to know he's finally got some sense in that head of his," Neil spoke with a smile, Y/n releasing his now red hand.

With the end of that Y/n met the rest of the Family Susan was sweet. And Max seems to like you

After all you were breaking conformity as she too had been forced to wear a stupid dress

Billy stood between you and Steve and leaned over to speak to you, he seemed mad, but when you leaned back to whisper in his ears his shoulders seemed to fall a bit like you had helped him relax

Steve feeling left out was glad the Wheelers showed up when they did.

You know like the sandlot where the kids have a crush on an older teen? Thats Mike seeing you

Mrs.Wheeler? Rather die than smile at you, Mr.Wheeler atleast said Hi

And Holly, Mike nor Nancy was allowed no where near you

Which...is odd.

Oh but of course. OF COURSE Mrs.Wheeler Oogles Billy and AND you're fathed

Two men you have that she cant have haha

In your face bitch

You're the only girl standing there in the group of men all the others had gone to the kitchen to help

Soon though dinner's done. And everyone sits down.

Mrs.Wheeler litterally stole the seat next to your dad.

So you were on the other side of the table, Across from Mrs.Wheeler between Steve and Billy at the end.

With Holly staring at you intensely. Werid.

"Ms.Castiglione." Mrs.Harrington spoke up from down the table, "You will say grace for us? You've been so quiet."

Grace? Uh okay. Okay what would Matt do?

"Um. Sure."

Y/n glanced between Steve and Billy they had no idea how to help her, everyone grabbing hands and looking down.

"What do I do!?" Y/n mouthed to Frank silently, he was just as loss, he knew Mr.Hargove knew Frank didn't exactly raise the you with religion set in place.

Plus it was gross seeing Mrs.Wheeler seem so turned on by Frank's hand simple holding hers. EW

"Uh...Hi God...jesus...who ever's up there. Just wanna say thank you for the good food and all. Wish you were here? Bet you enjoy it....Oh and P.S. I have a friend named Matt in New York. Tell him I said Hi. Keep not only New York safe, but Hawkins too. Thanks."

Mrs.Harrington was LIVID and you could feel Neil glaring daggers at you, but before she said anything Mr.Harrington spoke up with a loud Amen, the others following behind him.

"Was that alright?" Y/n whispered to the two boys.

"You want the truth?" Steve asked under his breath.

"Well yeah."

"Absolute shit." Billy laid out quietly, "You're rep with the adults. Fucked."

"I can fix it." Y/n defended quietly.

"Good luck." Steve spoke.

Luckily Mike and Max were the ones able to fish you out of your akward hole.

"So you're from New York?" Mike asked.

"Micheal." His mother scolded

Y/n nodded, "Born and raised."

Mike didn't listen: "Do you know any superheros?"

"Superheros? Mhm a few." Y/n spoke.

"Wait. Seriously?" Max spoke up, "Who?"

"Who's your favorite?"

"Black Widow!"

"Black Widow?" Mike Argued, "Thor's a god. He's the best."

"She didn't ask for the best, she asked for our favorite."

Y/n smiled, "I know both of them."

"Really?" The two kids asked happily.

"Did you fight with them? Are you a side kick?" Mike asked.

"Micheal. Be quiet." Mrs.Wheeler scolded, Mike growing quiet.

Y/n looked at Max, "Natasha and I know each other well."

"Are you a widow too?'

Y/n shook her head, "No. Im not. But. I will say she stays in contact with me."

"What about Thor?" Max asked, she knew Mike wanted to hear it, Y/n leaned in closer and so did Max.

"I helped him in a grocery store. Don't tell him. It brusies his pride. Unlike thor though, Deadpool? You know him?"

The two nodded, "He'll go out straight stand on a table if he has to and scream it. He's very theratical."

She laughed and Mike tried to contain his laughter.

"And is this why you don't know how to say Grace?" Mrs.Harrington spoke up.

"Mom." Steve scolded.

"Yes Ma'm. It's hard to study such Hero's without a fully opened Mind. Most come from very harsh backgrounds. Its a completely clean slate that you have to study them from." Y/n smiled.

Okay. That seemed to settle waters with Neil but not with either of the mothers,

Dinner was alright: Mrs.Harrington wasnt a great cook it was so bland considering the food you've tasted from New York.

Dinner kinda goes smoothly from there, talking amongst themselves and Frank kept looking at you like he felt bad but you would only roll your eyes drinking from your glass ,and spin your hidden finger signally insanity

The first time you did it he almost spits up his drink in laughter but managed to contain it.

"Mommy," Holly spoke up, she had still been staring at Y/n this whole time.

"Yes Holly?"

"That's the pretty girl from the store. Remember."

You froze, almost two months ago, two months since they've been in Hawkins, Holly had remembered you...if she had said that....that means it was Mrs.Wheeler who had called you basically ugly.

It's just one after another that punches keep being thrown

"If I may." Y/n spoke up, "Mrs. Harrington."

Mrs. Harrington looked up from her food, "what?"

"I'd be so appreciative if I could use your bathroom." Y/n responded, "Please Ma'm."

"Upstairs down the hall on your right."

And you leave.

Franks just about had it with this shit. He tried, You both tried. Very hard to seem like...perfect little people

But you're just not. You're not and It weighs on both of you

But there borderline bullying you now with their side glances of disappointment and scoffs as you talk about something you're so genuinely interested in

But in a way your different he's so use to it- So used to taking the shit, and he's always taught you You don't put up with it.

Before he gets to the punch Steve gets it out of all people hearing an under-the-breath comment about you being a dyke

"Alright. I'm done." Steve spoke up, pushing his plate forward.

"Steve have some Manners." His mom ordered.

"You know what? How. How am I going to have manners when you clearly don't have any?" Steve argued, "You've done nothing. Nothing but attack. You know that?"

"What are you talking about-"

"Mom! Be serious!" Steve argued, "Y/n's done nothing to hurt you. She's been nice and sweet this entire time! She brought a damn pie!"

"Watch your mouth when talking to your mother Steve." His father demanded.

"No swearing fine!" Steve agreed, just to go back at his mother: "What did she do?"

"Steve I-"

"What did she do?" Steve asked again.

"She didn't do anything."

"So what I'm getting at is that. Because she wears what she's comfortable in. She's a dyke?" Steve argued, "It's okay to call her dyke because she's being herself."

"It is not my fault that, that girl needs a lobotomy-"

"Alright." Frank spoke standing up grabbing his Jacket.

"Frank!" Mr.Harrington called, "Let's sit down. Let's all calm down."

"You want me to calm down?" Frank asked, "I've put up with this bullshit all through this dinner, now I've taken bigger shits than this in the damn war. I've taught my little girl no one talks to her this way, not behind her back not to her face. And that makes me a pretty bad father for making her sit through this shit. Doesn't it?"

"Frank-"

"Now if I hear you little wife talkin' about my girl again. I don't care if it's in praise or in a slur. If my little girl's name ever comes out of your wife's mouth, it bein' a rumor she talked or not. I will be putting your wife in the hospital." Frank threatened, "Do you understand?"

"Frank I understand you're angry-"

"I said DO YOU UNDERSTAND!" Frank shouted, classic army shouting, ordering you inline, it caused the whole table to straighten their posture in fear.

"Yes sir." Mr.Harrington spoke quietly.

Frank nodded, looking back and seeing Steve looking at him, "You got a good kid Harrington." Frank complimented before walking out of the dining room.

Y/n was coming down the steps, "We're leaving."

Y/n only nodded and followed Frank out the door. It slammed behind them on the way out causing them all to flinch.

"God..." Steve spoke under his breath, "God fucking damn it!"

He hit the table pushing himself out of his seat leaving the dinning room.

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twancingyunhao · 2 years

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Ateez as husbands

Seonghwa

Doting. You(and any mini-hoomans) will always be top priority

He is the type to have to have a SPOTLESS house. (def can't relate)

Stresses fairly easy, but loves when you massage his scalp and just melts

Will make you fancy milk baths with lavender oil and shit.

Honestly just a 10/10 hubby

Hongjoong

He loves you so much

He works. ALOT. And with that being the case, he isn't home much

But when he is, he makes sure to make the days all about together time

He loves when you make a surprise visit to the studio. Likes to go home together after that, knowing he can sleep comfortably next to you

I just know he has an audio file folder lightened "for my person"

Yunho

He is so goofy.

The type to surprise you by shooting a nerf dart at you when you'd least expect it.

Purposefully makes it awkward when he sees you changing.

Begs you weekly for a spiderman marathon

LOVES when you go to practice with him and join in the dancing.

Loves even more when the serious dancing turns into playful slow dancing

Yeosang

He seems very aloof, but it's truly the softest baby

Wants to do little things together at home. Cooking together, self care days, bathing together

Would absolutely take you for a skateboard ride.

And take joy in playing some basketball one on one

Would also like to have a low-key gaming day

He's just a very laid back husband, lines taking things at his own stride

San

He's the baby in the marriage

He wants to be taken care of just as much as he wants to take care of you

Expect lots of whining and clinging

You can't even take a shower without the man forcing his way into the bathroom just to sit and talk until you're done.

The collection of plushies adorning your room is impressive

He's just the cutest I swear

Mingi

Baby #2

Will constantly be walking with his arms around your waist.

The clingiest human you've met

Quiet reading together, his head resting on your knees as he sits at your feet

Wants to be the little spoon for once

Please just give this man child everything good in the world

Wooyoung

You will ALWAYS have good food on hand.

Will make sure you're eating, and eating well

Lots of jokes. Your house is just full of laughter always

He's home to you

Constant cuddling

Or hand holding

Lots of pda honestly

Such a shit, but also super doting

He believes himself out

Jongho

Protective husband

DoNOT forget his goodbye kiss

Likes to go for a jog together each morning

Another fan of cooking together

Loves to give you shoulder massages when he notices you're stressed

Shy about pda

You'll probably have alot of late night talks, just spilling what's on your mind each night

Loves to take care of you

Sorry if this is very mehhh. Been dealing with a migraine all day but really wanted to write this. Also very much unedited. I'm assuming there are typos lol

Taglist: @atinywrites @mingis--tiddies @kpophoneybunny @big-tiddie-squad @yunhofingers

#ateez #ateez headcanons #ateez fluff #park seonghwa #kim hongjoong #jeong yunho #kang yeosang #choi san #song mingi #jung wooyoung #choi jongho

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anotherfuckingmarvelfanaccount · 2 years

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His Hoodie (Peter Parker x Reader)

This whole fic is based on this ask from @nana1000night. I did change it a little because I haven’t seen NWH yet, and reader doesn’t have specified pronouns, so anybody can read this. Y/S/N is Your Superhero Name, because everyone wants a different one, so think about yours.

Warnings: Peter being more adorable than ever, reference to Thanos, the snap, and Mysterio; fluff, like lots of fluff.

Word Count: 885

You were dating Peter Parker, aka Spiderman, and had been for the longest time. You were also a superhero, Y/S/N, and were also snapped in the events with Thanos. Your parents didn’t know about you being a superhero, unlike Peter and Aunt May, but May knew about you and would cover for the both of you when something happened.

Just after the events with Mysterio, your parents were very angry that you hadn’t told them you and your best friend were running around the city as superheroes, and even angrier you hadn’t told them you were dating Peter. So, now you were sleeping at Peter and May’s apartment, sneaking back into your apartment about once a week to grab new clothes and anything else you could carry. May allowed you and Peter to sleep in the same room, provided you didn’t have sex when she was home, which neither of you would even consider. Especially since neither of you wanted May walking in on you.

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One Saturday, which ended up being laundry day for the three of you, you woke up with your head on Peter’s chest. And for once, Peter wasn’t awake and waiting for you to also wake up. You realized that you had worn your last clean shirt yesterday and were going to have to figure something out, since you couldn’t just walk around shirtless. Looking around still, and trying not to wake Peter, your eyes landed on his desk chair. Peter’s Midtown High hoodie! Yes! You could wear that until you were done with laundry today.

You carefully untangled yourself from Peter, took a quick and quiet shower, so as to not wake anyone else, changed into a pair of sweatpants and Peter’s hoodie, and went into the kitchen to grab some breakfast.

“Sweetie, is that Peter’s hoodie?” May whispered softly.

“Yup,” you replied at the same level, pouring yourself a bowl of your favourite cereal. “I ran out of clean shirts again, so I’m wearing this until we’ve done laundry.”

“I hope you mean ‘drowning in that’, sweetie. You could curl up in a ball, pull the hood up, and be completely covered by the entire hoodie.” May pulled the milk out of the fridge and slid it across the counter towards you.

You grabbed the milk and poured it into your bowl. “I know, that was also kinda the point. Plus, it smells good.”

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Half an hour later, you were dozing on the couch while watching TV when Peter came out of your shared his bedroom, and saw you laying on the couch. “Angel? Are you alrigh- is that my hoodie?”

“Mm, yeah.” You said, sitting up and rubbing at your eyes with the sleeve of the hoodie. “Is that alright? I can go chan-” You didn’t get to finish your sentence because Peter kissed you.

“I love it. It’s like you’re drowning in me. God, angel, I never wanna let go of you again.”

“Well, you have to let go a little, honey. We have to do laundry today, I ran out of shirts.”

“Nope, irrelevant. You are never washing another shirt, you can wear my stuff forever. I love this. I love you.”

“I love you too. I guess that we can snuggle for a bit, since you’re giving me those big doe eyes. But we have to do laundry at some point this weekend because I won’t have shirts for school on Monday.”

“Nope. You’re wearing my clothes forever. This is my new favourite style. You in my clothes is officially the best thing ever.” Peter told you, pushing you back into the couch and resting his head on your chest.

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May walked in with a basket of laundry half an hour later to find Peter cuddled into your chest and your fingers playing with his hair. It was nice to see the both of you so relaxed after the Blip, restarting your school year, and then the whole Mysterio thing. “Are either of you gonna help with laundry? Y/N, I know you’re out of shirts, sweetie.”

“Peter said that I’m not allowed to wear my own shirts ever again since this is officially the best thing ever. So, yes, I’d love to help, but Peter said no.” You told her.

“Peter.” May chastised playfully.

“What? Y/N looks amazing!” He said, nuzzling further into the front of your hoodie.

You chuckled, rubbing one hand across his back while the other stayed playing with his soft, brown curls. “If I had known you would go this crazy over me, I would’ve stolen your hoodies sooner. Why are they so much more comfortable than mine anyways?”

“I’m not sure, angel. I’m not sure.”

“You will have to do laundry eventually, you know?” May asked Peter.

“Yeah, you can’t get mad at me when you run out of clothes because you won’t let me wear anything but your shirts.” You told him, poking at his cheek.

“We can do laundry later, but right now I wanna stay snuggling with my angel.” He said, interlocking his fingers with yours. “I wanna see you wearing nothing but that hoodie, I swear.” Peter whispered into your ear.

“Give me 5 minutes to get out of here, Jesus, Peter.” May said, grabbing her phone and leaving. “And use protection!”

I hope I did okay, I didn’t really know how to end it, but I love soft Peter, May and Y/N. Even the fact that wearing Y/N wearing Peter’s hoodie drives him crazy. Ugh, I love Peter. Seriously, does Marvel ever let him stop crying? Since all my friends tell me that the answer is ‘no’, we need more Peter fluff where he gets to be happy.

#asked and answered #peter parker #aunt may #reader #readers pronouns are never mentioned #peter parker x reader #fluff #tagging is the hardest part of my fics every time #except maybe peter in this case #he went crazy for the reader in his hoodie

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sgt-morgan · 1 year

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Jingle Bells 🎄

Summary: a very DD Christmas. Robin and Matt enjoy their family.

Warnings: AFAB and Female identifying reader. Catholic iconography. Other than that? A wholesome ass Christmas fic.

A/N: Merry Chrysler! Happy Hondadays! Here’s some fluff or whatever.

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Robin is sure of very little, but she is sure of this. If there was ever a time of year that she could describe as Matt’s favorite, it was Christmas. Now one would think that Christmas might not be such a merry time for a blind man with no parents. Talks of Family and ice everywhere really weren’t his favorite things. However, there was something so deeply satisfying and nostalgic in the Christmas season he couldn’t bring himself to hate. The smell of cinnamon, the sound of carols, people doing good things for no reason. It was magical and totally pure. So when you had a baby, oh boy were you so sure his love of Christmas would increase tenfold, and you were absolutely correct.

When Jackie was very little, it didn’t fully get to be the Christmas he was building to. Echoes of it were there, the ornament he bought every year, her tiny hand print embedded in it with the year written in braille so you could both look back at how little she was and how she had grown. There was midnight mass, reading the night before Christmas, and setting out cookies and milk for Santa, he was just biding his time till she was able to fully appreciate and participate in all Christmas had to offer, and now that she was four? Well, go time had commenced.

December first, the elf arrived. A jovial little letter, clearly typed by foggy, proclaiming that this was her Elf Sparkles. Sparkles had come for December to report back to Santa about her behavior, and boy was she an exciting little elf. Sparkles started simple, stealing her toys to read a book, making a super long straw to share her hot chocolate, making snow angels out of flour. It delighted Jackie every morning to see where the little elf had run off too and what mess she created, and you loved it a bit as well, Matt never telling you where the little guy was gonna end up. Then it got more complex, the most complex of the pranks coming on the 22nd of December, when you woke to a Polaroid of Spider man and Daredevil Gift wrapping YOUR APARTMENT with SPARKLES. Your house looked as if Santa’s bag barfed all over your home. Lampshades, shelves, the fridge, your favorite mug. Nothing was spared from Sparkles’ wrapping rampage.

“Mathew, the kitchen cabinets!” You chuckled, your whole kitchen was decorated in avengers and Spiderman themed wrapping paper, every cabinet covered by the festive paper. Your daughter was thrilled, laughing hysterically at the colorful paper strewn about the house.

“Naughty elf! Naughty spidey!” She giggled, petting affectionately at the cabinets, and opening them in delight to find that even her granola bars had been gift wrapped.

Matt grinned in absolute joy. So happy it was causing his girls so much mirth. This was what he wanted, he wanted a family to make these memories with, something fun and exciting and screaming of holiday joy. He always wanted these moments for himself, and now he gets to have them with his baby girl and his crazy wife.

No matter what holiday though, Robin is still Robin. (And by that we mean a menace.) Matt came home from work one day to a lot more giggling than usual, and at Christmas, this almost always meant shenanigans from his two most lovely of girls.

“Uh oh, it sounds too silly in here.” He smile, taking off his coat and resting his cane and briefcase by the door.

“No Dada, we’re not too silly, we’re just silly enough.” Your little girl giggled and his heart swelled.

“Just silly enough? What does that mean?” He laughed, scooping up the giggling girl and making his way to scoop you up from where you were rested against the arm of your couch.

“Why nothing Batdad, we were just singing a Christmas song!” You grinned and Matt rolled his eyes.

“Oh yeah? And what song was that Robin?” He replies giving you a quick peck on the lips as you turned your attention to his tiny baby clone who was squirming in anticipation like a balloon about to bust.

“I’ll sing it!” She squealed, wrapping her arms around Matt’s Neck as if her excitement needed to be expressed in violent affection.

“Take it away bat baby!” You laughed and then your tiny daughter, love of Matt’s life, proceeded to bust his ear drums.

“DASHING THROUGH THE SNOOOOW IN A ONE HORSE OPEN SLEEEEEIGH JOKER’S ON THE GOOOO LAUGHING ALL THE WAAAAY! BELLS ON PENGUINS RING MAKE RIDDLER WANNA FIIIIGHT TWO FACE FLIPS A COIN AND SINGS THIS SONG TONIGHT! OHHHHH! JINGLE BELLS! BATMAN SMELLS! ROBIN LAYED AN EGG! BATMOBILE LOST A WHEEL AND THE JOKER DID BALLEEEEEEEEET!” When she had finished you cheered and clapped, cackling at the shocked look on Matt’s face with a grin. Matt smiled through bleeding eardrums and clapped as well, cradling his little family in his arms and then promptly releasing his little girl when she was ready to run off again.

“Batman smells? Really Robin?” Matt shook his head. “My ears are still ringing.” You laughed at that, your daughter was certainly no musical ingénue, she was more like a musical jet engine.

“I like the ballet bit. Never heard that one before!” You laughed throwing your arms around Matt’s neck and smacking a kiss on his cheek as you turned to watch your four year old traipse around the house in a tutu and mismatched Christmas socks. The picture of childish dishevelment.

“She certainly takes after her mother in the creativity department.” Matt laughed, wrapping you up in his arms. “I hope you sent a video to Foggy, he’s been dying for new material to show off his Goddaughter.” Matt mumbled into your hair while listening to the little thumps of his daughters tiny feet as she ran about the apartment. Her childish scent was tinged with sweat, and he could feel the radiating heat of her flushed skin as she continued to dance and sing about the house. He grinned, she would sleep easy to tonight, visions of sugarplums dancing in her head. That’s good, because tomorrow would be a late night.

Christmas Eve always starts with cookie decorating with the Godparents. Karen and Foggy (and by extension a now very pregnant Marcy and a very testy Frank Castle.) pile into your home shaking off snow, and baring various Christmas gifts and well wishes. Karen and Marcy help you bake off cookies, and the boys all supervise getting your very festive Chinese takeout. Once the cookies are cooled and bellies are full of lo mein and sweet and sour chicken, the decorating can begin.

“I hear a lot of giggling over in that corner, Robin? Foggy? Care to share with the class?” Karen giggles, helping Jackie eat a chocolate button that was never going to make it on that poorly decorated Snowman cookie to be honest.

“Why Karen, I’m just uh-“ you start with a grin and Matt cuts you off instantly.

“That’s a lie. No use continuing.” He giggles, and you stick your younger out, knowing damn well that his stupid bat sonar or whatever would tell him you’d done it.

“Fine, I was flexing my artistic muscle with Fogward here, and I made a little Snow Devil.” You held up a crudely decorated snowman, donned in red, with two red Christmas bulb shaped sprinkles for horns, and everyone laughs. It looked like somebody murdered an alien, the red icing sliding off the cookie in gloopy dollops of sugar. “Hey! Don’t laugh! I worked really hard on him.” You pout.

“Oh god,” Foggy wheezes, clutching Franks shaking shoulders. “It looks like a muppet!” That sends everyone into another fit of laughter, and you roll your eyes.

“Don’t pout Robin it’s- cute?” Karen squeaks and you sink into your chair a bit further.

“Awe,” Matt chuckles, stroking your hair and placing a kiss to your head. “Don’t worry baby, I think it looks great.” He smiled, your daughter nods, and let’s your hair affectionately, and you sat up a bit straighter, setting back to work until you realized-

“WAIT! MATT YOU ASSHOLE! YOU’RE BLI-“ he cute you off with a kiss and you huff, going back to decorating cookies. He better be glad he’s cute.

After the cookies, Jackie opens presents from her Godparents and one from Mommy and Daddy. Your present normally being a stuffed animal and matching Christmas Jammies.

“Of course!” Karen cackles as Jackie opens what has to be the pjs.

“Oh they’re awesome! I want a pair!” Foggy laughs, grabbing Matt’s pj gift and tossing them at him.

“Oh Red, these are just top notch.” Frank laughs when Matt unwraps his set.

“What are they?” Matt laughs. The material is soft, it’ll be perfectly warm and comfortable, so that at least is nice. He knew they had to look ridiculous though, the others were laughing too hard.

“Holy Mistletoe Batman! You’re on PJ’s!” You laugh. Yes, you had bought your family Batman themed pajamas. The pajamas had Batman putting the Star on top of the tree, while all the Robins supervised. The arms and pants were all in black and red buffalo plaid. Matt groaned when Foggy finally caught his breath and described them. these had to be a joke. “Suck it up Batman! It was either this or Spiderman, there were no Daredevil options because it’s a holy day, and nobody is wearing devil themed Santa jammies. Be glad I was merciful.”

Once all the gifts were opened, Jackie was put down for a nap and the adults watched a Christmas movie, and drank until they had to split ways for their own various Christmas duties. Then they woke Jackie and got ready to leave.

Midnight Mass was a must in the Murdock household. Now, Robin holds no qualm with Jesus, whatever her beliefs on faith, she goes to Mass for Matt, and she goes because Maggie only seldomly gets to see her one and only Granddaughter, and Christmas Mass is one of her favorites.

So your little family, at 10pm, piles into a pew, Matt dressed respectably in a suit and tie, and you and little Robin in your matching Batman holiday pjs. (Because Crime doesn’t take time off for the holidays Mathew, and if she’s just gonna sleep through the back half. There is no reason she shouldn’t be in PJs. Besides, Maggie thinks they’re cute, and I wanted her to see them ok?) Matt sits there, helping a droopy eyed Jackie hold a candle, and he thinks about how different his life is now and he’s just… grateful. In years past Matt was sat here alone, clutching his cane and lighting candles and singing o come o come Emanuel begging not just for the coming of Christ, but for a coming of… something more than this. Something to break up the pity from the family behind him wondering what he would be doing alone on Christmas, from the bitter cold of an empty apartment, an empty bed. And now he had it, and as little Jackie fell asleep on his shoulder while they sang Abide with Me, his gratitude was renewed and he clutched his family just that much tighter as the choir sang.

“When other helpers fail, and comforts flee. Help of Helpless O abide with me.”

The next Morning, Matt is up before the rest of his little family. His energy is high, and he has the biggest smile on his face. Soon, his living room would be loud noise and new toys, but for now he was enjoying the greatest gift of all. His Family, safe and content, sleeping soundly in his home. He makes a cup of coffee for each of you, and starts the cinnamon rolls you insist are a Christmas necessity. Once they’re in, he goes to your shared bedroom perches himself on his side of the bed, and presses a kiss to your head.

“Merry Christmas.” He mumbled into your bed head, stroking a soothing hand down your spine. You groan and stretch, shuffling your head into his lap.

“Good morning Devil man, Merry Christmas.” You sigh, basking in the warmth of your always hot husband. “I’m starting the countdown DD, we gonna have a Christmas crazed kiddo here any minute now. 3-2-“

“Mommy! Daddy! SANTA!” A squealing ball of energy crashed onto your bed, and Matt had just enough time to save the coffee.

“Man, you sure you don’t have super senses?” He grumbled gathering his little girl to his chest while she squealed and tried to break free of him.

“No, but she always wakes up about thirty minutes after you do. Like clockwork.” You grumble, “Alright! Time to open up gifts! RAH!” You roar, springing up from bed and snatching a still giggling Jackie from her father whose expression told you that right now, even if you had killed a man, he would still believe you had hung the moon.

The next hour is a flurry of wrapping paper, coffee, cinnamon rolls, and batteries. Matt wouldn’t have it any other way. Each new gift ramped Jackie up further, and he loved every minute of her pure and childish excitement that made her so wonderful. Her heartbeat was steady and strong, each exciting new thing would send it racing. She was practically vibrating with excitement.

“Dad! Look! I got a Malibu Barbie! I never even wrote that down! I didn’t tell you or mommy!? How did Santa know!?” She squealed, launching herself at Matt so he could open it.

“I don’t know baby! Santa is just magical!” He smirked and you rolled your eyes, knowing damn well he used his freaky super senses picking her up from daycare to overhear her talking to her friend about wanting one on the playground.

Next we’re your gifts, and Matt was so excited to hear you open yours he could hardly sit still.

“Jeez Bman, you look like you’re ready to take a bite out of crime. Cool it!” You giggled, kissing Matt softly on the nose and cupping his face lovingly.

“Go on Robin! Open it!” He groaned, thrusting your gift into your hands ceremoniously.

You chuckle, and open the box to find a beautiful charm bracelet. The charms being, a boxing glove, a wine bottle, a baby bottle, a peach, a coffee cup, a gavel, and a tiny Batman symbol. You tear up at the eclectic little mix of Charms, and chuckle at the wonderful memories the bring. It’s so sweet, every little thing was so thoughtful even your stupid inside jokes had made the cut. It made you love your husband even more.

“Oh Matt,” you sigh, throwing your arms around him. He buries his face in your shoulder with no hesitation, enjoying the sensation of your love and joy at his little gift. “You even got a charm that matches that peachy ass of yours.” He can feel your shit eating grin from a mile away, and he scoffs, ruffling your hair and pulling you into a sweet kiss.

“Merry Christmas Robin, yah filthy animal.”

Soon, all the gifts were opened. All the paper scattered around the house, the sugar rush had ended, and now on a calm white Christmas morning, Matt was sitting on the couch, with Jackie curled up in his lap where her little sugar crashed body was sleeping soundly. You were sat on the ground, putting batteries in a toy and sipping on egg nog, and he was the most content he’d ever been in his life.

“Oh! Matt! I almost forgot!” You gasped suddenly springing up from your spot on the floor and rushing into your room to grab something. “One last little gift babe!”

Matt beamed and accepted the gift with a grin, kissing you softly in thanks. You loved when he was like this, all soft and sentimental, he was like a big giant Daredevil shaped teddy bear. You bit your nails as he opened the gift, carefully feeling at the edges, his still tired brain and senses not picking up on what he was holding at first. Then he froze, ah, there it is.

“Merry Christmas Batman, you’re gonna be a dad again.”

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Begin Again

Bucky Barnes x f!reader

Masterlist

Part two / Part Three

Warnings: pining, tfatws spoilers, Spiderman nwh spoilers, slight angst

Bucky saw you for the first time since the days following the final battle with Thanos in Sam’s favorite coffee shop in Louisiana. It was a tiny, hole in the wall and the coffee was mediocre at best. Sam only went there because his parents had their first date in the very same booth you were now sitting in.

Of all the places he had expected to see you again, well, it hadn’t been here. He had hoped in those first few months that you’d come back, show up on his doorstep like you had never left. He gave up on that thought, knowing he’d probably never see you again.

He imagined that very same smile you wore right now and how he’d tell you what he had never told you. All those things he had held inside. The things he should have told you when you showed up in Wakanda with Steve.

The space across from you was empty but there was a coffee waiting for whoever would join you. Bucky knew it was for him. He didn’t know how you found him, how you always found him.

“Sorry to keep you waiting.” Bucky took his seat and your smile only grew as you looked him over in a way that made him wish he had shaved this morning or done something with his hair.

“James, how are you?” You didn’t act surprised in the slightest to see him almost two thousand miles from his home. In your defense, you had never been surprised. Not where Bucky was concerned.

“Good, ‘m good.” He told you and you raised an eyebrow, looking him over again in a way that convinced him you lied when you said you couldn’t read minds. “I didn’t know you were back on Earth.”

“Not very long. Came to see you first. You weren’t in your apartment.” You asked in that way that wasn’t really asking. You did that a lot and in the beginning Bucky had presumed it was disinterest on your part. Now he knew that you never had to ask, not really.

“Sam wanted to see his family.” Bucky offered in explanation and you tilted your head. He knew what you were thinking. A lot had happened since you had left with Thor to join the rag tag group that called themselves the Guardians of the Galaxy.

“Things are better.” There was that question that wasn’t really a question. Bucky knew it was easy to tell by looking at him. He wasn’t the PTSD ridden nightmare you had left behind. He still had his moments but there was better ones now. Happy ones.

“How long are you staying for?” He didn’t mean Louisiana. He didn’t want you to leave and yet he knew you would. Your wanderlust spanned further than tropical holidays. You wanted to see the universe. As much of it as possible. He knew that.

“A while. I want to check in with everyone. Drink your coffee, it’s your favorite.” He didn’t tell you that his tastes had changed in the time you had been gone. He no longer favored bitter, black coffee. He knew by glancing at the cup you had already known. The frothy milk stared back at him. “Where’s Sam?”

“With his sister and the kids.” Bucky answered before taking a drink the vanilla hitting his tongue and making him hum. “You wanna go see him?”

“We’ve got time. Wanted to see you first.” You told him honestly, taking his vibranium hand across the table. “Missed you.”

“So why’d you leave then?” He asked before he could stop himself. He had grown slightly bitter in your time apart. Everyone left him. Everyone important to him. Steve was gone, Natasha was gone and here you were, popping up like nothing had changed.

“You didn’t need me as much as you thought you did.” You told him, not releasing his hand. Bucky had usually found comfort in your calm. He had gravitated towards you every time you had been near him. Now it grated on his nerves.

“Could’ve used your help once or twice.” He grunted and you only smiled. He sipped his coffee with his free hand and you mimicked him, sipping at your own. “Sam gave up the mantle.”

“Why did he do that?” You already knew. He could see it in your eyes. He saw it in your eyes the day Steve gave Sam the shield. The day before you left.

“Thought no one could fill Steve’s shoes.” Bucky grunted again, eyes on where your hands were joined. He pulled his own hand back, resting it in his lap. “There was trouble. A lot of it.”

“So tell me about it.” Bucky tried to explain everything. Explain Karli and John Walker and all that had happened. He told you about that kid, he really was just a kid, that John had killed. He told you about it all and how he had played into it.

You listened to it as your coffee grew cold and he found himself telling you other things. He told you about Yuri, how he felt about Steve leaving. He stopped himself before telling you how he felt about you leaving.

“He’s a good man. Sam.” Bucky finished and you nodded slowly as you took it all in. He waited for your response but nodding seemed to be all you were going to offer. “How much of that did you know?”

“Very little.” You admitted in a rare show of honesty. Bucky appraised you as you seemed to be thinking hard about something. “Why didn’t you call in the others?”

“The others?” Bucky asked in confusion and you blinked at him. He only shrugged. He wasn’t sure why it hadn’t crossed his mind. This was something he and Sam had to do together.

“Wanda could’ve helped. Clint, Peter or even Bruce.” You supplied and Bucky tilted his head, eyebrows furrowed.

“Quil was with you.” He said and then wondered if you had been with Thor all this time. You weren’t the type to stick around for too long. Something you demonstrated time and time again.

“Not Peter Quil. Parker, Peter Parker.” Bucky shook his head with a shrug and a genuine frown replaced your usual neutral expression. “You have been checking up on him? Right? Like I asked you to?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Bucky said slowly and your frown deepened as you sat forward, elbows on the table. “I don’t know a Peter Parker.”

“Have you been forgetting again?” You asked softly and Bucky flinched back as if you had struck him. He didn’t forget anything anymore and sometimes that was the problem. He wished he could forget sometimes, wished the pain would be taken away when he couldn’t remember the loss.

“No. I don’t do that anymore.” He argued and you sat back, frowning again. He watched as your frown slipped away to something more neutral. You finished your coffee, indicating for him to do the same.

“I’d like to see Sam now, if that okay.” You told him and Bucky felt doubt claw at his mind. Was he beginning to forget again? He tossed a couple of dollars on the table and led you from the coffee shop.

///

“Look who it is.” Sam cheered when you stepped in behind Bucky. He was sat at the table with his nephews working on some sort of Lego set. He stood to greet you, wrapping you in a warm hug.

“Long time no see, Captain America.” You smiled and Sam’s grin only grew, his gap tooth making an appearance and endearing you so much that you hugged him again. “I missed you.”

Bucky didn’t feel so special anymore when he heard your words. He stood in the doorway with his arms folded and Sam only had to look at him once to know something was wrong.

“I spend months trying to get this hard ass to smile and one conversation with you turns him sour.” Sam berated and you shrugged, looking back at Bucky with a gentle smile.

“Can we talk?” You asked Sam and he looked to Bucky who only sighed, taking a seat at the table with Sam’s nephews. He engaged them in conversation as the pair of you slipped out the door.

“Something wrong?” Sam asked immediately, his carefree attitude long gone, his smile too. You only linked your arm with his, walking aimlessly away from the house belonging to his sister. “You know I’ve had enough trouble with Bucky this last while. I don’t need you helping him out.”

“Have you noticed the holes in his memory?” You asked and Sam stopped in place, looking back to the house. He had left Bucky alone with his family. “He’s not dangerous. I don’t think. He’s just forgetting.”

“What’d he forget?” Sam asked, still hesitating on going any further away. He had left his shield in the house. “Your anniversary?”

“Don’t be funny. He doesn’t remember Peter.” You explained, heart aching for the child who had been abandoned. He’d be almost college age now and you frowned.

“Space lord? The guy you left with?” Sam asked, evidentially catching up on your concern. “Man, he talks about you guys like once a week. Always on my ass about what you could be doing.”

You smiled gently before taking in Sam’s words, eyebrows furrowing again as your frown returned. Quil should not be their automatic presumption for a Peter.

“Peter Parker.” You said slowly and Sam shook his head. “Spiderman?”

“I shouldn’t be surprised you know Spiderman too. You’ll have to introduce him to us. Could always use a helping hand.” Sam laughed and you stepped back from him, tilting your head.

“You’ve met him. You know him.” You told Sam who shook his head. “Yes you do, Sam. He was there, in the battle. He was at Tony’s funeral. He’s just a kid.”

“I’ve never met Spiderman. Either has Bucky.” Sam told you slowly and you withdrew from the conversation entirely, a hand covering your mouth as you absorbed the information.

Excuses could be made for Bucky forgetting Peter. Shuri worked wonders on his mind but there could’ve been things that slipped through. Sam had no such excuse and that scared you. It scared you more than you were willing to admit.

///

Sam returned to the house without you, resting a hand on Bucky’s shoulder gently. “You’re not forgetting.”

“She seemed sure I was.” Bucky told him but Sam only shook his head, taking his seat at the table and continuing to help his nephews with their Lego. Bucky looked back to the door, wishing you’d be standing there, that same smile on your lips.

You didn’t come back.

Summer is officially here along with all the ideas I’ve been suppressing since college started back. So please accept the spam of fics I’ll be posting

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