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moonlit-imagines · 4 years

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Headcanons for being Peter Parker’s Younger Sibling

Peter Parker x sibling!reader

warnings: bullying mention, blood mention

a/n: a fuckin reach, its been a WHILE since ive seen tasm

prompt: y/n is peter’s sibling

peter and you were playful kids

you were just a year and some months younger than him, so you had a harder time remembering your parents than him

but he always told you stories about them that made you miss them a little more

peter was a genius, we all know it

he was the one helping you with your homework most nights

“peter i cant do it!”

“that’s okay, y/n. look, start with two times four, that’s eight, then four times six, twenty-four, right?”

“can i say a cuss word?”

“sure”

“math is shit”

you would cry during homework a lot

you’d also pass out on his floor after talking for hours

and you’d either wake up facedown on the floor or in your room since uncle ben would pick you up and put you to bed

peter took it upon himself to take you back to your room, but he usually dragged you by the arm, sooooo

you’d play action figures together

he was batman, you were robin always

“can i be batman?”

“oldest gets to be batman so im batman”

“but i wanna be batman!”

peter walked you to your school before taking off on his skateboard

and he’d pick you up on his way home

on half-days your brother taught you how to skate

you fell a lot

aunt may had to patch you up

“how many times do i have to tell you those skateboards are dangerous?!”

peter got you your own skateboard so that you could practice without him

you would text him after you did a trick and he’d always say hell yes! show me when i get home!

being his photography assistant

really you were his assistant constantly

science fair was the most boring day of the year

“y/n, stand right here, i need to get something from my locker”

*judges walk up while youre left unattended and in a state of PANIC*

you were bullied in middle school, same as peter, he’d always stick up for you and get beat up instead

it made you very mad but it was scary, too

“how’d you get into this fight, peter?”

“oh, you know, just happened”

“peter was sticking up for me, uncle ben”

“was he now? you’re a good brother, peter”

lonely when he moved onto high school :/

but you got there soon enough

you guys were kind of loners, just ate lunch together, lugged around your skateboards, you were an artist, he was a photographer

just spectating the chaos of high school, rolling your eyes at the drama

“i have two bucks, do you want anything from the vending machine?”

“uhh, a coke?”

you saw peter get bullied by flash and lost your shitttt

you actually started a food fight after throwing mashed potatoes in his eyes

“what the hell, parker?!”

“sit down and eat your goddamn food, flash, or next time it wont be potatoes”

peter was half-proud, half-embarrassed

trying to see how long you could skate through the halls before any authority figures stopped you

sometimes......you guys got sent to the office together :)

*phone ringing* “hello, is this ben parker?”

“which one of them is it this time?”

the principal’s office was a trip sometimes

you and peter exchange your glances and wait to get scolded

“ah, the parkers, come in, lets have a chat...why do you two always feel the need to get in trouble together?”

“we just happen to get along really well for siblings”

no you fuckin dont lmaoooo

it was always something with you two

like always

*banging on peter’s door* “I KNOW YOU HAVE MY BROWNIES, PETER, GIVE THEM BACK”

*peter through a mouthful of brownies* “I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOURE TALKING ABOUT, YOURE CRAZY”

“is that my jacket?” -peter

“you mean my jacket?”

“y/n, i swear to god if you steal any more of my clothes it’s over for you”

“well, aunt may keeps giving me your clothes, so take it up with her”

and then there was just the little annoying things

“peter, can you stop clicking your pen?”

*clicks pen faster*

“you’re the worst”

and my personal favorite

“peter, open the door”

“why?”

“emergency”

*opens bedroom door* “what?”

“aunt may is making meatloaf”

“shit, uh...get your board, we’ll skate to mcdonalds and tell her we already ate”

peter and you RARELY ever brought your parents up until he found your dad’s briefcase, you didn’t have much to say

soon he was flooding his room with conspiracies and pulling you in to explain them

he began acting REALLY weird, but he was pretty open with you, he told you he went to oscorp

“YOU SNUCK IN??”

“your standards for me are way too high, y/n”

soon you started to feel not-so-good and weird things started to happen

“peter??”

“yeah? whats up?”

“this is gonna sound really weird...my hand is stuck to the door”

“it happened to you, too??”

“happening, pete. wait—this happened to you?? what is this???????”

yall done fucked up and got bit by spiders peter had so carelessly brought back into the house

it was an adjustment to say the least

and this adjustment got a whole lot harder that one night...you can remember peter just...so upset

you tried to chase him out to make sure he was okay, but uncle ben told you to stay with your aunt

maybe if you’d have been there...it would’ve been different, but when the cops got to your house you were at a loss for words

peter was covered in his blood still

“hey, hey, just breathe, okay? it’s not your fault, peter. just hop in the shower, yeah? i’ll take care of your clothes”

when peter took your advice and you were left alone, you just cried, you cried until he finally found you curled up in a ball in your room

then he cried, you just hugged each other sobbing your eyes out

peter got distant for a while, which was rough since the two of your were mourning for your uncle and dealing with these newfound powers

sooner or later he came around and helped you out, designing webshooters and a suit for you

“we match?”

*sigh* “yeah...yeah, we match”

ah yes, spider-team

you really tripped out new york at first, they thought spider-man was a teleporter

peter was still talking about your dad, but you really didn’t care, uncle ben was always going to be who raised you

you and peter would be covered in bruises after going out

“uh—peter punched me”

“y/n???!!!”

“I PANICKED”

just being dumb scared teens that cant function to save their lives until they get a little bit lucky

seriously like, every big villain you guys fought was just the worst

peter didn’t help all the time, he was good at provoking them sometimes

“hey, spider-man, you mind shutting up for a minute? for my sake?”

“sorry, sorry, just couldn’t help myself!”

he gushed to you about gwen stacy, he actually dragged you to her apartment to be patched up by her SEVERAL TIMES

yadda yadda yadda peter graduated high school! how cool is that? but he was late (what a surprise) even though you put off spidering today just for this

but he made it and you clapped the loudest for him

“thats my brotherrrr!!!”

cute family picture! (aunt may printed a bunch of them and gave them to you two and peter pinned them to his wall)

you and peter actually have a lot of pictures of the two of you just goofing off

he has one of you stuck in a trash can that cracks him up every time

seeing harry osborn again after YEARS

“wow, y/n, last time i saw you i just thought you were peter’s annoying little sibling”

“aww, it’s good to see you, too”

electrooooo

this guy really worried you bc like, bzzzz shock

you and peter weren’t equipped for that

it took a while, but you were finally able to deal with that

and several other problems

including peter’s breakup, which was a whole ordeal of its own

*peter laying upside down on your bed* “i dont know, y/n, you know? i wanna be with her so bad, i love her...but her dad is haunting me”

*you, drawing on your notepad with your legs propped up on his* “yeah, makes sense”

you actually had to tap out during the end of electro, you were hurt pretty bad

“y/n, hey? yeah, you’re okay. stay here, just stay right there, i’m gonna be back for you”

*thumbs up to show youre still alive*

but when peter came back for you there was bad news, he’d lost gwen

he ripped his mask off and fell to his knees, you could barely move but you powered through it, giving him a hug while he cried

“we...we better get home before aunt may starts to worry”

she was at work, so you two had the place to yourselves to clean up and mourn before the official news was revealed

“i should have listened to her dad, y/n, this is all my fault”

he was a mess, you couldn’t bare seeing him like this. it’s been so long since you’d seen him like this

the funeral was rough, peter was grasping onto your shoulder the whole time

he insisted that he was going to stick behind and stay with gwen for a while

“okay, i’ll see you at home...love you”

“love you too”

you gave him a hug and left him to his business, the next few months you were the only spider-person operating in new york...until rhino popped up

“im coming with you”

“you’re sure?”

“yeah, im sure”

(these are kinda ass but anyways im tagging my marvel ppl even tho ik this isnt mcu so just ignore this post if you dont care, sorry!!)

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screamxqueenx94 · 3 years

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The Tell Part 2/ Teen Wolf Series Rewrite

A/N: For you guys who are new, I have the rest of the parts on my Masterlist! The link is in my bio :) (GIF not mine)

Warnings: none except a make out scene

Bold= texts italics=inner thoughts

Pairings: Isaac Lahey x Charli Vérszívó; eventually Stiles Stilinski x Charli Vérszívó

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Charli's POV

Charli: u should come over

Isaac: y is that?

Charli: my dad just left & im home alone ;)

Isaac: … I'll b rite over

As I'm waiting for Isaac, I decide to put on some makeup and change out of my hoodie and into a cute silk butterfly cami that I borrowed from Allison. I take off my beanie and put my hair in a simple loose side braid and fix my bangs. By the time I finish, there's a knock on the door. I get up from my desk, adjust my top and go answer the door. As I open the door, I see Isaac, who's all sweaty. He looks like he ran here. I invite him in.

"That was fast." I tell him as I close the door.

He has a nervous demeanor. "Well, it's not everyday I get invited to hang out with a cute girl without her parents." He answers, messing with the string on his hoodie, sounding out of breath.

I caress his arm then push some hair out of his face. "You want something to drink? You look like you ran all the way here."

"N--no, I'm okay. I rode my bike here, which is how I got here so fast." He answers, still nervous.

I grab his hand and start leading him upstairs. I take him to my room and close the door and before he says anything, I wrap my arms around his neck and start kissing him. He's taken aback and freezes for a moment, then he closes his eyes and places his hands on my hips. I run my fingers through his hair and his fingers grip my hips tighter. I pull away for a moment and see Stiles with his mouth hanging open through are facing windows.

"Uhm, let me just give us a little more privacy." I tell him with a shaky voice and pull my blind down as Stiles gives me a 'what the fuck' look.

I turn my attention back to Isaac and start kissing him again, unzipping his jacket and sliding it off his shoulders…

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Third person POV/ Parent Teacher Conference- Charli's Report

Mr. Harris: I don't quite know where to begin with Charlotte--

Ambrus Vérszívó: Charli. She prefers to be called Charli...

Mr. Harris: My apologies. Charli is possibly by far one of my brightest students that I have ever had. Adding her AP classes shoots her grades up to a 5.0 GPA, which is higher than any student in the county alone has ever had. Quite impressive for someone who just moved to the area…

Ambrus Vérszívó: Well, what can I say? She adjusts well to change.

Mr. Harris: I've spoken with some colleagues and I would highly recommend that you have her I.Q. tested.

Ambrus Vérszívó: You think she could be a genius?

Mr. Harris: I believe it is a strong possibility…

Ambrus gives a huge proud father smile, but soon fades once Mr. Harris says his next bit.

Mr. Harris: However, I feel that her friendships with Scott McCall and Stiles Stilinski may be holding her back.

Ambrus Vérszívó: Are you saying she shouldn't have friends?

Mr. Harris: I'm saying she should maybe spend less time with them and more time focusing on her future as it is very bright. Maybe spend more time with others like her.

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Charli's POV

I have Isaac on my bed, his jacket and shirt laying on my floor. I'm straddling his lap as I kiss down from his lips, to his neck, to his chest.

"Whoa,whoa,whoa. H--hey." He suddenly stops me. I look at him.

"What's wrong?"Are you not into it?" I ask worried.

"No! No, I'm totally into it…" he sits up and I get off his lap. "I just figured, you would've called me over to talk about what happened last night. I mean, it had to have scared you."

I sigh and look away. After a moment I look back at him. "I really don't wanna talk about last night. If I could, I'd never think about it ever again." He puts his hand on my knee comfortingly.

"Right now, I just need a distraction and I can't wait until Saturday." I explain to him.

"I get it." He half smiles. I smile back.

I get on my knees and lean in to kiss him again, laying him back on the bed. His hands caress my back and thighs. I run my fingers through his hair as my tongue feels for his. I take his bottom lip in between my teeth and tug lightly, making a slight moan come from him. He sits up and kisses down from my lips to my neck. He makes his way back to my lips and once our lips meet again, I grind on his lap, making his hands grip tighter and a low growl come from him.

I start reaching for the hem of my shirt until I hear the sound of my father's car coming up the road. I stop what I'm doing and shush Isaac, putting a finger to his lips and listen intently. I then hear him pull up into the driveway and jump off Isaac's lap. I quickly start snatching up Isaac's stuff and shove it into his chest.

"My dad's home! You gotta go!" I panickly whisper to him.

I open my bedroom door, ready to lead him out the back until I hear my dad call for me. I quickly close my door and lock it and look around. I eye the window, pull up the blind and open the window where I can see Stiles moving busily around his room. I turn to Isaac and start guiding him to the window.

"Are you crazy? I can't jump out the window!" He whispers loudly.

"Do you wanna get caught and have my dad kill you?" I ask in a loud whisper.

He looks at the door and shakes his head as he's getting his shirt on before climbing out the window. Before jumping down, he looks me in the eyes.

"We're still on for Saturday though, right?" He asks.

"Yes! Yes, now go so we can keep those plans." I whisper back. He leans up and kisses me.

"Aim for the bushes and watch your fingers." I tell him before I shut the window and close the blinds. I quickly throw my hoodie from earlier back on, pull the hood over my head and crawl under the covers.

I hear the bushes russelling and a faint 'ow' come from outside, but I rollover to face the wall and pretend to sleep before my dad opens the door to check on me. He comes in and waits for me to move. I stay still, then he comes and kisses the top of my head, whispers goodnight and leaves. After another minute, I get up and check out the window and see Isaac riding off on his bike. I plop back on my bed and let out a sigh of relief.

I can't help but wonder if having him over tonight was a good thing as it might send mixed messages. I really like Isaac, but I'm not fully over Stiles, even if he's still hung up on Lydia. Something about Stiles continues to draw me in. No matter how much I fight it, it keeps drawing me in. I wish I could stay away. I wish I could resist him, but if he was to kiss me… I don't think I could ever stop.

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littlejeanniebean · 4 years

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just a little boy // she

A/N: I did what Harry Styles said and listened to the sonic masterpiece that is Fine Line in order and I couldn't get it out of my mind that he always says he writes from personal experience.

So blame Mr. Pearls-and-Sweaters because I take zero responsibility for writing this angst with a 2 second happy ending ~1000 words when I should’ve had other plans...

More Harry in my masterlist!

TRIGGER WARNING: divorce.

-J xx. TPWK.

Boy and Girl didn't know it yet, but it would be their last cooked breakfast for a while.

Girl would come to hate the smell of bacon. Boy would remember the static silence and being afraid to disturb it by talking too loud or moving too much.

Man and Woman move around their cozy kitchen with a familiarity that is neither warm nor comforting. They know how to avoid further confrontation and, after the words they had exchanged the night before, do so religiously.

"Alright, let's get you lot to school, then," Man speaks his first words of the day.

Boy and Girl kiss Woman goodbye and wait for Man to do so. He presses his lips together, then to her cheek for a millisecond and quickly mumbles something about starting the car.

It was nine on the dot when he drops them off with a hollow but sincere, "Learning something good today. Love you both."

In the early afternoon, Woman calls Man at the office, but his assistant picks up instead.

"Just give me a mo' and I'll patch you through. Just grabbin' 'im a coffee..." he says, polite but harried.

"Oh, I thought I sent 'im off with one, didn't I?" Woman checks the shelf where Man's thermos usually sits and it's vacant.

"Er, I know s'not really my place, ma'am, but it's just..."

"S'alright, go ahead."

"Well... he doesn't really like milky coffee, is all," there is intense shuffling over the phone line, "At least not just past lunch," he adds quickly.

"Oh, I see. Thank you for telling me."

"Right, I'm putting you through now."

A few hours later, Woman picks up Boy and Girl from school and sends them upstairs to do their homework. Two hours pass before they hear Man come home and start down the stairs, but Girl grabs Boy's hand to stop on the landing as their voices become clearer through the walls.

"- could have told me," said Woman. Boy could imagine her crossing her arms the way she does - not because she's mad, but because she didn't want you to know she was hurt.

"I didn't want to upset you."

"You need to talk to me. I hardly ever see you. I hardly ever hold you. We hardly ever -" she drops her voice suddenly and the next thing they hear is, "I just… I feel like I don't know who you are anymore."

"I'm sorry," said Man, "I mean that… Do you really mean you want to hear me out?"

"Yes," relief floods her voice, "Yes, I do. That's all I want."

They can hear Man shuffling his feet. It's got more weight to it than when Woman does it. Boy imagines him looking at his nice brown loafers, adjusting the gold band to sit better on his finger. He feels Girl's bitten nails digging into his wrist and thinks to himself that he thought she'd quit the habit. He's eager for the tension that's been laying low like smog in their home to dissipate. All Man has to say is -

"I feel like I don't know how to talk to you anymore."

That wasn't it.

"Wh-what do you mean?" Woman is confused too.

"I just… I don't know how to… I think - I - I picture us having certain conversations in my head and… and how you'd respond - how I think you'd respond and…"

"And what?"

"And when I say it out loud, it doesn't happen like that - and that's fine, don't get me wrong. It's just… I feel like we used to be able to finish each other's sentences and now…"

"Now I don't even know how you like your coffee," Woman finished with a bitter choke, "I'm sorry…"

"No, I am. I'm sorry. Okay? I'm so sorry..."

Boy's lips are quivering. Then Girl thunders down the remaining steps loudly and offers to help make dinner.

"Me too," he's not as good at hiding his distress as she is and Woman gives him a kiss on the top of his head.

That night, Boy hears weighty footsteps in the hallway. He creeps downstairs and hears the front door click shut. He follows Man's shadowed figure out the gate, across the dewy countryside, to the small pond where the neighbourhood families liked to picnic.

Man removes his shoes and allows his toes to sink into the muddy shore. He watches the still, moonlit water for hours while Boy watches him from behind a thick, clumpy bush. He inhales the cool night air and exhales heavily, tiredly. He leans down to pick up his shoes, still staring out to the other end of the pond where the willows dipped down to wet their leaves. He doesn't turn very suddenly, but Boy had gotten sleepy and couldn't duck behind the bush fast enough.

They stand there, facing each other, but barely making out one another's features in the dark. Eventually, Man walks towards him, places a large hand on his slight shoulders and turns him towards home.

Boy doesn't know what to say. What he can say. Neither does Man.

They walk back through the gate that their family had walked through so many times before. They step back inside the front door that their family had stepped inside so many occasions prior. Up the stairs, down the hall. Man gets back into bed next to Woman. Familiar. Neither warm nor cold. Neither comforting nor disdainful.

Boy shuts the door to his room. He's crying. He doesn't know why.

In the morning, Woman has Boy and Girl sit on the couch.

"I have something to tell you both," her eyes are glassy as she tells them that Man moved out, "We just need to give him some time to get settled. Then we can see him."

Girl, who for all of Boy's life has been bigger than him, shrinks into herself, drawing up her long legs to hide her face. Woman sits between them and they make room for her.

"Is it better this way?" asks Girl.

"Oh… Oh, I… I think… I know you hate it when I say this but… you'll understand when you're older. The important thing to remember is that he loves you. We both do. So much. So, so much. We love you. And we'll always be here for you, right here," she touched the middle of Girl's chest, "Right here," she touched the middle of Boy's chest, "We'll always be a family."

That night, Girl leaves the door to her room open. She likes to be alone when bad things happen. Like when the other girls make fun of her clothes or her books. Like when their cat died. But she knows Boy likes to be around people. Needs it, even. And sure enough, he tiptoes in five minutes after lights out.

He leans down and whispers into the blanket burrito, "Are you awake?"

She lifts the covers in response and he cuddles in.

"We'll always be a family," he whispers.

It isn't a question, but she answers with so much certainty, "Yes."

"We'll always love each other."

"Always."

"We won't be afraid to talk to each other."

"Never."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

Many years later, Boy is eating something that puts him in a dream-like state. He's in a good place and hasn't thought about those days for a very long time. He scribbles some things down, reclining next to Friend who's plucking at a funny instrument he can't remember the name of when he's on this high, but damn can Friend make it sound good.

Someone else cracks a joke. Boy didn't hear all of it and doesn't know why it's funny but he laughs because everyone is happy and he's happy and that's all very, very good.

Boy didn't know it yet, but a few months from then, someone would ask him if he's messed up in the head because of what happened and he would say no, he's fine. And he is. He is doing just fine.

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