#allison x tom

[sammy-lawrence-child]

BATIM/BATDR ship headcannons????

-i am not doing every single god damn ship so i'm only doing ones that i actually like. Also the BATDR ones are purely what everyone else theorizes or what I think personally about what happens after-

Sammy x Norman:

- Sammy's defiantly a bottom ong

-Norman does most of the cleaning up after se-

-Their first kiss was purely accident, Sammy was facing a different way while Norman was coming over to ask him something. Sammy turned and BLAM they kissed

-Norman towers over Sammy.

-Whenever Sammy tries to tease Norman, he teases him back, making Sammy flustered.

-At first glance Sammy looks like the dom/teasing one and Norman the Sub/easily flustered one. In reality its the complete opposite.

-Neither of them actually confessed. Norman invited Sammy to lunch one day, they had a good time, went for a walk around NY, went to Normans house, kissed, fucked, then boom dating.

-(in machine) Sammy tried to convince Norman to pray to bendy once...it ending in a hour long chase, a little fucking, then Sammy getting killed

-(After BATDR) Norman didnt get his body back cause..idk...so Sammy just carries him on his shoulder or holds him since he can't walk anymore *o^o poor Norman*

Susie x Sammy:

-Susie hinted for the longest time about her liking him, Sammy just thought she was weird

-Their first date was in the recording booth while working after time, their first REAL date was at a nice little dinner.

-Susie once made Sammy a chocolate cake..just for Wally to eat it *not referencing to the game at all*

-Sammy's first kiss with Susie was the day after getting hammered..and still being a little drunk the next day...

-Susie normally wears flats, but when she wears heals she's taller than Sammy by half an inch

-(in machine) Susie once caught Sammy in her domain, so she went out of her way to hunt him down, flirt with him, get things all loving, then stabbed him in the chest, took his mask off, then left. *we love sammy abuse >v<*

-(After BATDR) After Susie got her memories back the first thing she did was kiss Sammy, stab him in the shoulder than go apologize to everyone (Henry, Buddy, 'Allison', ext.)

Henry x Linda:

-Highschool sweethearts ong

-Their first kiss was at night with the NY lights all around them..or underneath a tree getting ready for the fall weather.

-They waited till after marriage to have kids

-Henry proposed to her while on vacation to somewhere that wasnt at JDS or NY

-They had two kids, a boy and a girl *....no i am NOT getting that from a really good comic that you guys should defiantly go read...*

-(in machine) Henry would fiddle with his wedding ring whenever he was sad, nervous or thought about Linda

-(After BATDR) Audrey made an ink version of Linda so that Henry would have his love with him forever

Allison x Thomas:

-They first met after Allison almost face planted into the floor cause she slipped on ink

-Wally set up their first work date. Which was just moving table and chairs to the side then playing music on a record player. Not so romantic but Allison enjoyed it.

-Thomas is actually really quiet, unless it's just him and Allison

-They got married after they got fired from JDS

(Ink clones)

-Alison doesn't mind that Tom can't talk, they actually made up a system for them to talk to each other

(After BATDR)

-Allison and Tom had gotten the memory's of Alison Pedal and Thomas Connor after Audrey took control. So they decided to have their own mini wedding. Which Henry was the priest, Sammy composed music, Alice(Susie)the bridesmaid and Buddy the best man, and Dappers the ring barrier.

#batim #bendy and the ink machine #batdr #bendy and the dark revival #alice angel #batim alice angel #boris wolf #sammy lawrence #sammy x susie #sammy x norman #henry x linda #allison pendle #allison angel #Allison x thomas #Allison x Tom #thomas connor #henry stein #norman polk #batim susie #susie campbell #audrey batdr

[kkolg]

Aw no, Tom looks so sad! The poor guy! I really hope he finds the courage to ask her out one day! Or who knows? Maybe the opposite will happen with Allison asking him out! Either way, so happy to see more of these two!! 🐺😇💕

Referring to this post

#ask #batim #batim au #vigilante batim au #tom batim #allison pendle #allison x tom

[batim-newboss]

Inktober 2022

Day 29- Lady

Grumpy wolf falls in love with an angel lady

#bendy and the ink machine #batim #bendy and the dark revival #batdr #inktober #batim inktober #thomas connor #allison pendle #allison x tom

[wally-franks-stan]

Happy anniversary Mr and Mrs Connor!!

#my art #allison pendle #thomas connor #bendy and the ink machine #Allison x Tom

[real-godzekiel]

finsihed watching batdr gameplay

allison and tom's healthy t4t vs sammy and susie's unhinged t4t

everything i say is right

#bendy and the ink machine #sammy x susie #susie x sammy #tom x allison #allison x tom #tf do i tag this #batim #batdr #bendy and the dark revival

[fishymom-art]

Told you this man is now mine lol

His name is Silver hehe uvu

and also he's gay with Sammy coz of course he is

#batim #batdr #bendy and the ink machine #sammy lawrence #henry stein #silver #allison angel #tom the wolf #senry #sammy x henry

[berlingotesque]

Happy wedding anniversary to the Connors, hands down the ultimate canon ship of Batim

#if you didn’t know Tom and Allison got married on February 23th 1952 ! 71 years ago ! #that’s true love right there #favorite morally grey sidekick x straight up witch pairing #batdr #batim #bendy and the dark revival #bendy and the ink machine #thomas connor #tom boris #allison pendle #allison angel #alice angel #kind of sad these two don’t have a ship name :( #thomson #let’s just call it that

[from-thoseghosts]

#bendy #bendy and the dark revival #bendy and the ink machine #batdr #batim #audrey batdr #audrey drew #sammy lawrence #alice angel #allison batdr #allison pendle #tom batdr #thomas connor #boris batim #henry stein #joey drew #jack fain #norman polk #bendy x alice #bendy x henry #bendy x sammy #alice x boris #alice x allison #alice x audrey #allison x tom #sammy x norman #sammy x jack #sammy x henry #sammy x alice #joey x henry

[potatobugxo]

OKAY GUYS

I AM GONNA WRITE FOR BATDR LESS GOOOOOOOOOO

REQUESTS ARE BACK OPEN FOR BATDR ONLY

#batdr #bendy and the dark revival #ink bendy x reader #allison x reader #alice angel x reader #boris x reader #tom x reader #sammy x reader

[unadulterated-syd]

Quick A/n: I figured I've been posting a shit ton of Carl, so let's do something new. I'm going to start using little prompts to write for a couple characters I think they match with.

Synopsis: 'you're staring again' - Carl Grimes, Glenn Rhee, Maggie Rhee, Peter Parker (T.H.) and Allison Argent.

Carl Grimes

Sat down at the Grimes' table, quiet in the newfound peaceful walls of Alexandria, you smiled. Finding yourself for once feeling 'safe', as safe as you could anyhow.

The people were nice, the jobs were even, you were happy. Happy to help, happy to have a moment with no worries, happy to spend time with Carl under friendly circumstances.

He sat reading a comic he'd found in the attic of the second house your group was given, the two of you having found it whilst exploring together. You'd found the circumstances weird, but it wasn't anything you paid much mind to.

With the two of you freshly showered, you realized it was the first time you and Carl were really sitting next to each other as your old selves. Well, how you'd looked before an apocalypse anyway.

Here you realized how pretty his freckles were, not hidden by dirt or blood for once. You couldn't help but stare, something you'd caught yourself doing a lot lately. It was hard not to.

However, Carl had also began to notice this new hobby of yours. He'd glance at you and you'd look away, embarrassed that you'd been caught, though he'd been amused. It was an odd feeling for the both of you, romance was weird to two teens. But it was also exciting and scary.

Some would call it puppy love, but it was real as could be for Carl and you. The two of you had begun dating before Terminous, right after the prison. Spending so much time together, you realized how easy it was to lose each other and simply began a little relationship.

Now, Carl's favorite thing to do was call you out on your bullshit, considering neither of you told anyone about the relationship. He'd call you out for staring, he'd laugh, everyone would see and think it was silly. Even you would admit, you found it silly.

"You're staring again, L/n." He gave you a sly smile, looking at you out of the corner of his eye. You groaned, "You are aware how easy it would be for you to not say anything, right?" He smiled wider, "Very. But I think it's cute."

"Don't flatter me, now show me the damn comic." You rolled your eyes, scooting to sit next to him, bonding over whatever comic he'd found, far from paying attention. The two of you were just happy to be safe, together.

Glenn Rhee

Glenn and you sat in the car silently, the days events on a normal run having been bad enough as is. You'd both encountered a herd, and Glenn had barely escaped a bite as you saved him last minute. It was close, too close. And that scared the both of you.

You had chosen to drive this time, as exhausted as you were Glenn was in bad shape having almost died moments prior. You'd been close to lecturing him, when you'd found it'd do nothing more than upset him.

He wasn't mad at you, he wouldn't be even if you had lectured him, he was mad at himself. He should've been quicker and you shouldn't have had to help. You looked in the rear-view, curious to the amount of walkers followong, which was little to none.

In doing so, you'd managed to catch a glimpse of Glenn staring at you. You had caught him doing so a lot lately, and when he eventually spun in circles trying to explain that he thought you where gorgeous, you'd tried not to call him out as much.

You were flattered, but neither of you had gotten the time to talk further about it, simply knowing the feeling was mutual.

"You're staring again, Glenn." You smiled light-heartedly, glancing at him before turning back to the road. He didn't respond for a moment, before grinning.

"You look pretty." You looked at him again, "Yeah, even covered in walker guts?" To which he nodded, "Gorgeous as ever."

Maggie Rhee (or Greene I guess she's not a Rhee if she's with you??)

Having just met the Greene's you felt nervous in their presence, specifically miss Maggie Greene. She had her head on her shoulders, she was smart, she was collected, and she could kick ass.

She intimidated you truth be told, but she was hot doing so. It was weird, but you'd felt drawn to her whilst always feeling the need to push away out of fear.

However, she didn't seem to like this idea, as you found her hanging near you as often as possible. It started with small runs, and turned into you two sharing night patrol duties.

You sat outside the prison, sun having just set, waiting for Maggie to come out. You always met her at the first set of gates and patrolled together. Tonight was breezy, and nice. It was a nice night, even if the world seemed to be crashing around you.

When she had finally come out, she greeted you with a sweet smile as always before leading the way. "Hey, Y/n. Ya' ever wonder if we'd-a met outside o' this?" She looked at you, knowing her own answer.

"I'd doubt it, we're very different really.." You sighed, giving her a nervous look. "I think that too, glad ya'-re bein' honest with 'e" She walked with you, "Do I scare ya'?"

"Sometimes. You're real badass out there.. I mean I can't say I'd expect someone who stayed hidden to be that good with combat, no offense." You shrugged, not bothering to meet her eyes. "None taken', I think that was more o' a compliment really."

You two continued your walk, with little conversation. You used to always be out by 10, and now here you were walking the lengths of a prison from 7 to 9. You couldn't complain much, you were alive. Breathing and living, that's all you needed to be grateful.

Eventually the amount of time you spent together naturally lead to friendship, which was hard because you could both die at any moment. However, this made it easier to get along. Anything went wrong and you'd get over it, everyday was a new lifetime in a way.

But, eventually you got yourself hurt on a run and Maggie sat by your bedside everyday. At that point it became rather obvious to both of you how much this meant to you, how much you both meant to each other.

And that's how it was, she'd come in, sit at your bedside and read. Sometimes you talked, sometimes you didn't. It didn't matter really, her being there was enough. But today you'd stared a little too long.

"Yo'-re starin' 'gain L/n." She sighed, looking up from her book, as she set it down. You gulped, nervous as to how weird that made you look, "Sorry.." You stumbled out, looking away as you slunk down a little on your cot.

She got up, setting her book down on the stand beside your cot, "Get some rest, darlin'" Maggie then sealed the relationship, lifting the hair from your forehead and pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, "Rest well, I need my walkin' partner back!"

Peter Parker

Peter scared you so often, you'd see on the TV that the great spiderman had fallen into harm via tons of different ways. You feared that one day you'd wake up and find that he was gone, dead.

However, he made up for those times on days like these. He'd messaged you offering a walk through town, and you'd obviously taken him up on this. Though, he last minute told you it was a study-date, as neither of you had been properly working on school as of late.

"Come on! It's a perfect opportunity to hang out and get school done!" He'd tried to reason, eventually convincing you into the small study date.

You two sat at your dinner table, as you scribbled down notes you felt his eyes on you. You glanced at him, causing him to look away and continue jotting down notes. It was weird but you'd shrugged it off, maybe something had been on your face.

However, when less than two minutes went by and you felt his eyes on you again, you knew something was up. "You're staring again, Peter. What is it? Something on my face?"

He did a double-take, embarrassedly looking away before trying to come up with a good excuse. "You're just..pretty." He stuttered out, obviously nervous in doing so.

"Get back to studying, Parker." You smiled at him, reassuring that you'd found the whole thing cute. But, studying needed to be done. This was his own curse anyhow.

Allison Argent

Allison had dragged you with her, following after Scott again. She'd reluctantly told you everything; about werewolves, hunters, who was what, where she stood. It was confusing and you didn't believe it until you'd seen Scott change right in front of you.

Now here you stood, waiting in patience behind a tree stump as Allison told you too. She was talking to a group of people, some you recognized, others whom you didn't. Not that it mattered, if they saw you what would they do, get ya?

You really were far from scared. Allison was badass with a bow, she'd take any and all of them on if given the proper change and reasoning. This, however gave you the balls to come out from behind said stump, instantly getting all eyes on you.

"Y/n, I told you to stay there!" She shouted at you, but you shrugged standing next to her. "I'm ready to go, you all done here? Almost? It's like.." You looked at the small wrist watch you had on, "Like time for me to eat."

"Uhm-" Scott looked between the two of you, "Just stay out of this one, please. We'll be fine." Allison side eyed him, then looked at you. "Fine. Cmon, let's go." She walked with you back to her car.

She seemed ready to lecture you, but you didn't really care anymore. You were hungry, and tired of this pretending shit, they should be scared that you could talk. Not that you would talk, but you wanted a little bit of liability.

It had been raining out, and a part of you was drawn so heavily to the look of Allison with soaked hair and damp skin. She looked, well, gorgeous to put it simply. "You're staring again." She smiled at you, as she turned the heat in the car up.

"Sorry, rain makes you look pretty, is all." You shrugged it off. "Only when it rains, huh?" You frantically began trying to explain as she laughed at you. "It's okay, thank you. You're pretty too."

#the walking dead #carl grimes #carl grimes x reader #glenn rhee #glenn x reader #maggie rhee #maggie greene #maggie x reader #peter parker x reader #peter parker #spiderman #spiderman homecoming #tom holland #allison argent #teen wolf imagine #teen wolf

[rosewantstowrite]

Idiots with twitter.

Summary: yn had taken a picture of a sleeping five and he’s not happy about it. Everyone else is having fun with this new tweet from their favorite menace.

pairing: tua x reader

#aidan gallagher #robert sheehan #elliot page #emmy raver lampman #tom hopper #david castenada #justin h min #allison hargreeves #ben hargreeves #five hargreeves #diego hargreeves #luther hargreeves #viktor hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #the umbrella academy #the umbrella academy x reader

[reanimationstation]

maybe i forgot joeys mustache in the first one. you saw nothing. n e ways have some more of the non ink pony designs <3

#victors art #batim mlp au #henry stein #joey drew #allison pendle #thomas connor #sammy lawrence #joey x sammy #bendy and the ink machine #hymn herder #sketchlines #gilded dreamer #allison and tom dont have finalized pony names </3

[kkolg]

Okay, okay, sorry on my end for the patronizing! 😅

Though, honestly, all jokes aside, I can see you guys being a pretty cute couple (I mean, if you guys aren't a couple already). 💕

#Damn 😔😢 #batim #batim au #vigilante batim au #ask #tom batim #allison pendle #allison x tom

[bowieandqueen11]

Dating Luther Hargreeves Would Include...

Request: Hello, lovely! I adore your blog and am so sorry to hear about the writer's block. I was wondering if you could do headcanons for dating Luther Hargreeves? I checked your masterlist and I don't believe you've done it before, but if I missed it, please disregard this. I'm sending all the positive thoughts your way! Thank you 💕

Thank you so much kind anon for the lovely words, and I actually cannot believe I haven’t written for space man before! He turned out to be my mum’s favourite in season 3 despite her love for Klaus, which is high praise indeed lmaoo

This is mainly going to cover season one and pre-season one, so if you’d like continuations for each season please do let me know!

This also took quite a while, and I’m nervous to be back aha so any feedback is much appreciated!!

(I do not own the Umbrella Academy or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @diegodaggers.)

☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°

Kind of only half joking when I say Luther Hargreeves will only go out with you if you’ve been adopted by Reginald soz Luthie boy but you definitely have a type lmao.

The two of you definitely met for the first time at Griddy’s, when the two of you were around sixteen years old: you were sitting by the window of the corner booth, looking out at the sleeting rain as you worked on your literature assignment and waited for your adoptive mom Agnes to finish glazing donuts for the night. You were so heavily concentrated on furiously scribbling your notes that it took your brain a few seconds, and your eyes a few blinks, to realise that a shadow was looming over you. The stifled giggles of the kids you had noticed filling up their usual Friday night spots at the counter when you had wandered on alerted you to the fact that it was probably one of them sent over to make trouble. You were pleasantly surprised, however, to peer up and see the sweet blossom smile of a surprisingly tall boy holding a jam donut in his napkinned hand. 

‘Oh, that’s one of my favourites! Do you mind if I join you? I’ve had enough of being splattered with chocolate sprinkles for one night.’

He turns back slightly to roll his eyes at his siblings, still chattering over their cups of hot cocoa. You tried not to laugh when you spotted one of the boys - the one with his leg haphazardly thrown over the scowling kid’s chair - dunk a marshmallow out of the goop and ping it at said boy’s face. Luther turned back to you just in time to miss the scowling boy throw the last chunk of his donut as his brother’s yelping face with impeccable aim, his smile instead only growing tenfold again as you lifted your legs down from the other cushioned seat and allowed him to scoot in.

He placed his donut between the two of you, uncurling the edges of the napkin and bashfully beckoning at it as if he were inviting you to finish it. For the first time in his life, as he leant over the table with his fists under his hands and all the stars in the universe glowing brightly in his eyes as you talked, he didn’t give an ass about letting his father down. He was too fascinated, too enraptured by you: your openness, your kindness, the way your forehead crinkled and you dipped your head every time you were trying to get your giggles under control. Although he tried desperately not to make you uncomfortable as he followed your every word, he couldn’t help the way his eyes flicked down to your mouth every so often. One by one, the rest of siblings began milling out the door to make the treacherous journey through the storm and back home; Luther would just wave them off, never taking his eyes off of yours. He had found his port here, and for the first time in his life, under the mildew glow of the shop’s hanging lights, he felt normal.

He never wanted it to end.

You’d make a point of stopping by the barriers to their weird, cragged looking sprawl of a mansion if you caught wind that they had ventured into the city on a mission. Managing to butt your way to the front, you squeeze in between a very sweaty looking reporter holding out a microphone, and an incredibly hopeful kid dressed up in their uniform who loomed over the barricade. It took every inch of restraint not to bust out laughing at the leather mission outfit the first time you saw Luther step out in it, but the feeling quickly resided when you peered between a couple of heads and made eye contact with Luther. He seemed to light up immediately: it was almost as if he had been sitting in shadows and the warmth of the sunlight had finally flooded his face as he ran up to you. He immediately locked fingers with your own over the metal, rushing to ask if you were okay and if you were safe, despite being the one staring down the barrel of a gun only twenty minutes ago.

When his father finally tugged him off and snapped his cane at Luther’s heels like he was scolding an uncooperative hound, Luther still turned round to wave at you with each bound up the front door steps. Despite how fervently you were waving back, you didn’t fail to notice the way Allison flicked her hair and rolled her eyes as she walked past you, blocking your view of Luther.

Although he was never fully on board with breaking the rules, even if it was for his ‘soulmate’ as he had so eloquently told Diego (to a fit of snorting laughter), he could live with pretending that you had just magically appeared in the Academy. To try and prove he wasn’t such a love-hating ass, Diego used to haul you up the fire escape and through Klaus’ room, who would smoke a cigarette out his window to keep watch. When you finally reach Luther’s room (after having to quite literally claw Klaus off you as he tried his best to convince you to let him give you a makeover before you ‘go to meet loverboy’), Luther tries his best (bless him) to ‘woo you’ in the way normal teenagers would, should be able to. Sometimes that means he pushes his wardrobe in front of his door to stop his father from coming in, and listening to records (and having to watch his god awful dancing). Although that usually turns into dance parties, with the two of you jumping around the room, Luther grabbing your arms and spinning you around him until it’s interrupted by Klaus and his feather boa landing in the middle of the two of you.

Neither of you have managed to figure out how he got through the door. Luther thinks he can walk through walls, while you swear from the bangs and whimpering noises you can hear from the pipes sometimes that he crawls through the vents to escape the Academy. 

One time, one special time, as soon as you had knocked on his bedroom door Luther had come bounding out. He pressed his long fingers over your eyes and turned your body back round, letting you lean back and rest against his torso as he led you gently up a few flight of stairs. Once you feel a bite of frost scratch at your nose, you finally realise you’re on the roof. With a buoyant ‘voila’ he lifted his hands, allowing you full view of the few wobbly blankets he had stolen from Allison and pitched up in a makeshift fort. Decked out with a few stringed fairy lights, and some sofa pillows, he found himself letting a sigh of relief he didn’t realise he had been holding in when you smiled and clambered into it. As you settled yourself down, it took you a moment to realise that Luther was holding something else in his hand - except for the soda cans he had bartered with Klaus to get. 

You can feel his knee shake and bump where its resting next to yours as he opens up the velvet box and reveals the heart necklace inside, adorned with yours and his initials. His fingers tremble against your pulse point as he clasps it behind your back with a grateful thank you. He swears, as you fiddle with the locket and promise him that you’ll wear it forever, a wave of euphoria washes over him so overwhelmingly that he could fly if he dared to move.

That night is the first time Luther Hargreeves kisses you. For a while, the two of you muddle your way into a clumsy, adolescent kind of affinity. A new kind of understanding, as you manoeuvre yourselves till your lying side by side; his arm is strewn over his stomach, his head resting against the side of yours as he strains his eyes to keep looking over at you. Like, okay, we’ve been lost and confused for a while, but suddenly while I’m with you the strewn fragments of my life suddenly begin to make sense. With tranquillity washing over every relaxed muscle in his body, it takes Luther all of five seconds to decide to interrupt your speaking by hitching up on his elbow and swooping down towards you. For a second, his eyes widen in horror as if he’s finally realised that he’s about to kiss you, and you may run away in revulsion and refuse to ever see him again. With his heart in his throat, he pauses for a second as his nose brushes over the tip of yours, weighing up his decision. The overriding ‘yes, yes, yes’ in his head wins, and he closes his eyes and trusts himself to gently lean down and press his lips tenderly against yours. He’s so soft, so fragile as he pulls back; worry lines his eyes, as if he’s afraid that even with such a delicate pressure his strength has hurt you. It’s only when you tug the lapels of his jacket and let him fall on top of you in a crushing hug that he gets the message that its okay.

And it is. And it will be. Even during the harder days, when seeing you wear that necklace is the only thing that can bring Luther some form of comfort. All those years later, when the two of you have finally grown up - and yet you’re the only one who seems to be well adjusted to living in the real world. The days when you finally have your own flat, your own job, a solid life, and yet you can’t help but still sneak in to see Luther, absolutely devastated that he won’t allow himself to live. But then the accident happens, and he wakes up... and everything feels different, for a while. Still lying on the operating table, you’re thankful for the supportive touch of Grace’s hand on your shoulder as she closes the doors behind her, allowing the two of you the privacy and intimacy you had fought your lives so hard for. You’re roused from where you’re resting, bleary eyed, against his thigh by the slight twitch of his fingers against the side of your locket. At first, you’re confused. But then those same fingers come reaching for your face, and you jump up a few seconds after you feel the back of his cracked knuckles brush against your chin. Even through the veil of tiredness and pain, it breaks your heart to see the concern in those kind eyes as he watches you as intently as he can. You just shake your head and laugh out a sob as you brush over his overgrowing stubble.

Before he’s sent off to the moon, you’re the only person Luther will unlock his bedroom door to see. He spends most of his days with the door barred once more, even asking Grace to leave his breakfasts and dinners outside by the frame. The two of you mainly spend your remaining time together trying your best to huddle up together in his now too small bed: you cradling his head into your chest, and him trying his best to hug you like he used to and letting the wracking sobs overcome him.

When he finally does go, recording video messages about how much he ‘thinks about you constantly’ and ‘loves you more than the whole world’ and how ‘despite how important the mission is for humanity, I’m still counting down the days until I can see you again’ are the only things keeping him sane. That, and the picture of you he strokes his pointer finger against every night before he tries to fall into a restless sleep: the one he made Ben take during your second meeting at Griddy’s. You’re laughing because Luther had just smushed cream into your face, while he has an arm thrown around your shoulder and is too busy smiling down at you to even realise the picture had been taken yet. It’s the only object he owns that he actually cares about, and so he keeps it tucked safely in his breast pocket. 

My man is straight up heartbroken about his father’s death. The one thing that seems to bring him back round is karaoke! You scrounge up and save for a while so you can surprise him at his return with a brand new machine for his room (he only spots it once he’s bear hugged you and spun you around the room, his head buried so deeply against your neck as he breathes you again that he nearly doesn’t see it at all.) You’re thankful that no one else has arrived at the mansion yet, and he’s thankful that he can finally sing without anyone poking fun at him as the two of you spend the night duetting ‘You’re the One that I Want’. When the song ends, he tugs you into his side and dips his chin onto the top of your head, feeling calm and serene and loved for the first time in four years. 

That feeling of peace sadly ends early the next morning when his siblings begin parading back home for the funeral. Suddenly it’s like old times again; they’re all polite to Luther, perhaps a little awkward at the change of him, but they’re all more than glad to see you again. You can tell from the slightly lingering and tight hug Diego leans down to give you, or the way Klaus throws his arms up in the air and squeals when he spots you, before coming and jumping into your arms. Thankfully Luther was lingering behind you and was able to catch the two of you before you skid across the floor. Although he rolled his eyes as he placed Klaus’ feet back onto the floorboards, it’s sweet to know that in some form, his siblings do care. It’s even more obvious by the way they side eye each other each time you grab Luther’s arm to pull him away from a brewing argument with his brother, or when you manage to squidge yourself between him and Diego when you notice them punching a little too close to Ben’s statue for your liking. They’re grateful, in their own ways, to know that the brother they left behind wasn’t alone after all. 

You’ve discovered that the way to bring him back round to himself if he gets all huffy and grumpy is to press kisses all over his face. He kind of paws his hands up as if he’s about to push you off, but he’s peached like a flustered puppy whenever you stop. It doesn’t take long for the pout to come out and for him to grip your wrist and pull you back towards him for a smiling kiss.

Although you tried to be as supportive as you could during his investigation into his father’s monocle... trying to be there for Luther when he discovers that his whole life has been a lie and his dad never really cared about him was rough. He didn’t mean to be so extreme, or so harsh with you, but he pushed everyone away with a heartbroken anger that made you shake with a fury against his family you didn’t think you could feel. You managed to track him down, by the sound of weeping behind the door, to one of the unused bathrooms on the third floor. After a lot of convincing, and some minor threatening, you roped a very frantic looking Diego into picking the door for you. It was hard to swallow your sigh when the door flung open onto the sad scene of Luther trying his best with his clunky limbs to press his knees against his chest. He was just sitting on the floor, cradling himself and crying. You spent a long time that day just sitting down next to him, resting your shin against his like when you were kids to bring him some familiarity, and holding your hand out. You knew that when his hurt, and when his pride had lessened, he would be able to take it. The world seemed so upside down, so different now, but Luther Hargreeves folded into you all the same, collapsing into your side as if you were the only thing the right side up. You try your best to crawl into the side of his coat, and the two of you spend the next couple of hours staying cuddled up against the wall, just holding each other.

Eventually, once a lavender dusk begins to dust over the windowpanes and melts across the tiles, you manage to get Luther out to get some fresh air for a bit. You didn’t go too far considering his current bloodshot eyed-state, but it still broke your heart to realise, as he looked around at the trees and spewing fountains with such wonder, that it was probably the furthest he had been from the house since before the accident. You stop by a bench, thinking the two of you could sit under the milky moonlight for a while before returning to the mayhem, but he surprises you by offering you his hand. With a sorrowful smile, you take it, and allow him to lead your feet on top of his shoes. With the truest smile he’s felt since he left the moon gracing his face at the sight of you tucked up against his chest, he puts his arms tightly around your waist and begins to hum an old love song: one he had listened to on repeat for a whole week after he had first met you, that was now probably collecting dust among the rest of his childhood records. As you slow dance around the pavement, the two of you revel in the knowledge that the world could explode right now, and you would both be content knowing you would go from this world safe in each other’s arms.

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Cat and Mouse

It’s been 3 years since no one remembers Peter Parker but only 1 knowing Black Cat. However she has been gone for quite sometime, until tonight.

A/N: In this universe the OC is Black Cat and her name is Allison Hardy. 🫶🏻

Warnings: dirty flirting, swearing, humor, fluff, and violence

Masterlist

Welcome Home

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Peter’s day consists of this; going to school ( being late of course due to little robberies or saving a kid from running into traffic), being there for a couple of hours (sometimes less), fall asleep only for a bit before the police scanner goes off, then patrol.

Peter looks forward of patrolling, where he can be doing his own thing, being Spider-Man was everything him now. Losing his aunt, Ned, MJ…this is all he had. Until Black Cat came along, she was…something else. Their banter became more and more flirtatious. Peter could NOT for the life of him flirt but Spider-Man he was smoother. In his opinion it seemed to leave his mouth better.

Unfortunately she hasn’t shown for little over a month, which made him worry that her heist became final. He perched on a building watching the slow traffic go by. People yelling at each other or buying some street dogs. It was quiet tonight, he only stopped one crime which was a small car chase. He sat down leaving one leg prepped up and the other dangle over the edge.

Spider-Man pulled his phone out, scrolling through it. He paused at Aunt May, he never deleted it. Occasionally he would even call her cell to leave a voicemail telling her about her day. That was until the phone company finally disconnected it but he didn’t have the heart to delete it. He couldn’t…

He stared at it for a bit longer until he heard the sirens. “There we go.” He whispered putting his cell back and swung down following the police vehicle.

Spider-man should be happy the fact that it was quiet but he gets quite bored. With MJ and Ned starting to fade out completely in his life and starting to make friends if they stay long enough. Due to his masked life. One person he has met that has stayed which was Harry Osborn. He understood or at least to his face when Peter had to cancel or anything in that sort. Telling him that he had a lot of rich kid things to do. Which would make Peter awkwardly chuckle.

The squad car stopped in front of a jewelry store. He noticed that there wasn’t anyone inside. “They are not going to find anything in there,” He jumped snapping around. He froze staring up at her. Black Cat. She was smirking at him, standing on top of the stairwell entrance “Or at least they wouldn’t expect anything to be gone.”

Spider-man glared at her for a moment. “Gone? What did you steal now?”

She hopped down and walked towards him, he watched how her hips swayed back and forth. “Why does it matter Spider.” She stood close, awfully close to him.

“Cause stealing is wrong.” He answered trying to not gulp so loud.

“You haven’t seen me in a month and that is what you have to give?” She placed her hand on his chest, having her nails barely touching him, it tickled a bit, sending shivers down his spine. “How unfortunate.”

She quickly went behind him balancing on the edge of the building. Spider-man watched her, as usual basically in a trance. “Well normal people wouldn’t rob a jewelry store and give a call or give a Spidey Signal.”

Cat smiled at him, not the normal smile, that devious smile. “Where would the fun be in that?”

That’s when she jumped off. “Here we go.” He whispered jumping off following her.

She swung with her grappling hook. “Those are new.” He said catching up to her. He swung next to her. “Swinging is my thing Cat.”

She chuckled. “You don’t need to gate keep love.”

Love. He was taken a back not noticing she swung her legs up to kick him against a building. Climbing up and sprint across the roofs. He following suite and ran after her, encounters with her always led to a cat and mouse chase. Sometimes he would catch her but she would eventually escape or sometimes she would catch him.

She glanced back at him, smirking. “Little slow aren’t you Spidey?”

“Slow,” Spider-Man yelled towards her. “Just tiring you out!”

She laughed as she slid across a metal platform and jumping to the next building. “Oh Spider, there are so many other ways for you to fire me out.”

Of course that threw him into different situations and places. He shook his head, noticing now that Cat stopped suddenly and turned to round house kick him in the jaw. Having him spin and slam on the ground.

“Ugh,” Spider-Man groaned looking up to see her gone. “Damn it.” He rubbed his jaw a little bit.

“One day,” Spider-Man spun around flipping up to stand to see Cat on the ledge of the building. “You’ll catch me and then what?”

“I can think of many things. Prison being one of them.” He responded slowly walking to her.

She sucked her teeth. “What a shame I would prefer your bedroom Spider.”

He chuckled thinking about it for a moment before shaking his head. “That my dear kitty is not going to happen. Unless my bedroom is a prison cell.”

He didn’t expect the next thing to happen she strode to him, having him back up against a wall. It’s like his whole body froze as she put her knee between his legs then put her palm on the side of his cheek. He felt her nails lightly through the mask going down to his chest. He gulped trying to say anything at this point, but his throat dried up.

“Only if your body said the same huh Spider?” She whispered right next to his ear. Chills ran down his spine and next thing he knew it she jumped over him and sprinted away. Leaving Spider-Man dumbfounded and…well…other things.

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