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moonlightcrusader · 2 years

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Sending u a little scenario to help you de-stress!

Peter 2 has been really overworked and starts working on the weekends now to get a report done. Peter 1 and 3 aren’t having it. So, when they finally convince Peter 2 to sleep that Friday, Peter 1 and 3 get his work done for him with Otto’s help :D

Peter 2 wakes up super late on that Saturday with Peter 1 rubbing his back as he’s held by Peter 3 😭 and he freaks out cause he’s all like “MY WORK! :0” but then his lil bros surprise him with “it’s all taken care of”

So he just melts back into Peter 3’s arms and goes back to sleep :)

Omg this definitely helped me de-stress when I was writing this 😭😭 thank you Grace for the idea, this was so sweet to write, I felt like I was wrapping Peter 2 in a blanket SKDMFNF💕

+ octodad cause it reigns superior :D

PROMPT: Already taken care of

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“He’s been sitting there for past 4 hours. This is serious, Petey.”

“Yeah, I bet he hasn’t even gotten up to use the bathroom yet,” They both shuttered, slowly walking into Otto’s lab right at midnight. The sound of grumbles and a laptop keyboard clicking with a fierce click kept the boys tense.

Yikes, this was worse than they thought.

You see, Peter 2 works with Otto as a part time helper in his lab. One of their experiments have recently been eligible for a grant for scholarly funding, and it’s Peter 2’s job to write a paper on why they should get the funding.

Problem is, Peter 2 is a perfectionist and they really, really needed that funding.

“H-hey, a little late, isn’t it?” Peter 3 gently patted Peter 2’s shoulders, awkwardly trying to make eye contact with his older counterpart who looked like he was about to attack the laptop. “Bud, you need to sleep.”

“Doesn’t matter, it’s due at midnight tomorrow and it needs to be perfect.” Peter 2 mumbled, the tips of his fingers red and puffy from all the typing. “I’m not even halfway done yet; I need to get to halfway at least. Can..you guys go back to sleep? I’m really busy and you won’t convince me to go to bed.”

Peter 1 pinched his nose. “Dude, you seriously need a break, the takeout Otto bought you in the morning is starting to age.” The youngest also examined the whole environment of where Peter 2 was working. “The chair looks uncomfortable, there’s water bottles everywhere, and you have loose cables. I think it’s time to hit the hay.”

“No, no no. I need to keep working. Goodnight guys,” Peter 2 gritted out, tapping on the S key too long as his laptop didn’t want to respond. “Come on, no no no, why aren’t you working-

The screen immediately went black.

“What the,” Peter 3 looked at the laptop, pressing buttons. “Huh, I guess it died. Did you forget to charge it?”

Peter 2 just blinked.

“Yeah, look, the cable wasn’t plugged in, the takeout box moved it from the outlet!” Petey examined, moving the smelly food to the trash. “I think it’s saying that you need a break anyways, big bro. Come on, we’ll let it charge through the night. Thank God for google docs automatic saving!” Both younger brothers cleaned up the mess and tidied up the area. Heading out the lab door, they noticed the oldest sat still.

“Two?”

“I..I didn’t use google docs. I used Word,” a voice piped up, getting weaker and weaker by the minute. “Last time I saved it was like..an hour ago.”

Peter 2 turned to look at his brothers, feeling their hearts break as the oldest eyes began to glisten. “I..I typed at least…2000 words at that time-

“Why didn’t you save it?” Peter 3 asked softly.

“I forgot! I must have forgot. Otto is going to be so mad at me. I screwed up, I screwed up….” He put his hands to his face as he let out a wet sigh.

Peter 1 & 3 just watched in slight horror, not having seen Peter 2 on the verge of breaking down, like ever. Usually, it was the other way around. They had no idea if he wanted to be approached or not.

Good thing they weren’t alone.

“Boys? Wha…what’s going on?”

Otto stood in the flesh, rubbing his eyes as he sleepily walked in the lab. Once he got a view of the situation, he immediately shook out of his sleepiness and headed towards the sounds of sniffles. The now smaller figure perked up to the sound of padded slippers.

“Hey, hey what happened Peter? Are...are you still up doing that report?”

Peter 2′s bloodshot eyes broke Otto’s heart and gave him the answer to all of his questions. The man (not boy, his boy) just rubbed his runny nose and looked away in shame.

“Actually, don’t even answer that question. That’s not important right now,” He had Larry and Flo gently wrap themselves around Peter 2, picking up the oldest and settling him into Otto’s arms. “Oh Peter, you should be resting. You’ve been working yourself merciless.”

Peter just shook his head defiantly as he let out a small, wet mewl.

“Come on, we’ll worry about this tomorrow. Lets get you to bed,” Otto gently gestured the youngest boys to follow him up to their shared room as he carried Peter 2 to their shared room in Otto’s house.

“But…the report…” the oldest sighed, frustrated he could have let a simple mistake happen and almost breaking down like a baby in front of everybody. He’s supposed to have everything handled. “It’s due Saturday night, Otto. And I ruined it-

“Which is tomorrow. Don’t even worry about it,” Otto just kept ruffling his hair, smiling seeing his kid falling asleep. “Everything is going to be okay.”

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Peter 2 woken up to the smell of delicious chicken soup.

“…May?”

“Nope, it’s just your friendly neighborhood spider bros,” Peter 3 grinned, ignoring Peter 1’s giggles. “What? That isn’t considered cringe. It’s dope, Petey.”

Peter 1 just rolled his eyes fondly. “Anyways, we actually did get the soup recipe from your May. She makes really good cookies too!” He helped prop up his older counterpart as they gave him a tray filled with soup and sweets. “You really outworked yourself this week, dude. You almost caught a bad fever if Otto didn’t catch it right away.”

Peter 2 immediately stiffened and almost knocked over the food as he almost scurried off the bed. “Wait, the report-

Peter 3 gently pushed his brother back,“Already taken care of. We may have worked on a little group project while you were nappin.”

Peter 2 rubbed his eyes, a weight dropping from his shoulders as he let himself lay with ease. His eyes slightly widened once he realized.“So..you guys finished the report?”

“Otto is already buying food at the store for celebration! He thought you made an excellent introduction and middle paragraphs.We covered whatever wasn't saved, don't worry.”

“He’s not mad?” The oldest asked with a touch of adolescence that made his brothers’ hearts ache.

“No, dude. He’s worried. We’re worried.” Petey looked at him with bright eyes. “Don’t do that again. You need to take care of yourself more often, okay?”

They sat in comfortable chill as Peter 2 ate contemptly, the brothers watching TV as they snacked a bit. The oldest began to yawn and felt his eyes droop.

“Oh, I think someone is due for their nap again.” Peter 3 stretched as he got into the middle of the bed, holding out his arms. “How about you chill until Otto gets back with celebration chicken?”

Peter 2 immediately found himself being picked up and dropped gently into the tallest of the 3’s lap. He found his cheeks heating up. “I don’t need a nap though.”

“You, need all the sleep right now you can get, big bro. It’s okay not to be okay. But, it’s not okay to ignore it.” Peter 1 immediately snuggled in, wrapping an individual blanket around Peter 2. “We gotcha , rest.”

“Yeah, we gotcha. Everything’s okay.” Peter 3 smiled tiredly as he felt the one snuggling into his arms relax.

Peter 3 began to hum softly, and gently bounced his legs up and down to get down a rhythmic rock to get his brother to sleep. If Peter 2 wasn’t so tired..and so…comfortable and sleepy…maybe he would have put up more of a fight…

“I’m the luckiest to have you guys,” Peter 2 yawned before he snuggled in closer to Peter 3, closing his eyes as his fists firmly clutched the blanket. The brothers smiled, glad they were able to take the weight off of Peter 2’s back. “G’night...”

When Otto got back from grocery shopping, he almost left out the groceries too long by fondly watching his boys snoozing, getting the rest they need and deserve.

#tobey maguire #peter parker #spiderman #spiderman no way home #no way home #tom holland #andrew garfield #moonlightcrusader #doctor octavius #doc ock #octodad #spider bros #spiderman fanfiction

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machinegunbun · 3 years

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Reading ur smutts reminded me of a interview he did a long time ago. Somehow he got to talking about his sex life bc let's be real he did that in almost all his old interviews lmao but he was saying how dirty he was. He was like "I'm a dirty mf I want them to grind on the ground, grind on the street pole, grind on me, grind on my thigh I'm a extremely dirty mf" another time he was talking about watching back his own sex tapes and shocking hisself with how dirty he gets and telling hisself to dial it back some😂😂

I wanna start off by saying although not today I am still working on req so dont hate me!! You can also send in Pete concepts and im 10000% down to write a lil ~sumn~ on those too. This is just filler until i can get something more substantial out.

Anon, imma keep it real with you... you started my morning off interesting. Reading this shit at 8:11AM while I’m still rubbing the sleep from my eyes was not entirely what I was expecting this morning. But I fuck with you for it.

its 10:11 now and I don’t think I have to mention what I spent my time doing. I love the idea of this tbh, so much room for imagination.

I’m halfway through writing and came back up to say im watching interviews to try n find the one you mentioned and just... here you horny fucks

girls don’t say names, they call me daddy

“some girls are into that sex slave shit and like to be called bitch, slut, whore. It stays strictly sexual, when they leave the respect is there” I’minlove. Someone take my internet away I’m in love.

review: I’m just shaking and warm. I didn’t do a thing this man just-- god fucking damn. Oh my god. I’m considering professional help

nothin really happens here but he looks good so

this motherfucker keeps acting like a whore and we have to run around like chickens with their head cut off trying to find the proof. JESUS. Let us breathe.

I can’t think straight so one moment.

Ultimately I couldn't find the interview but if anyone else knows it, dont be shy link us to it 🤍🤍🥰

Okay, so

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Because this motherfucker is so dirty I’m thinking maybe it shocks you. You’ve always been pretty kinky and while other men could sometimes keep up you’d never had anyone match your energy the way Col does. How cute.

I’ve had this concept in my head for awhile, but once again I wasn’t sure where it fell on the weirdness scale. Now I’m sure he would be into it. May never question that again. (Yes I will, keep sending encouragement)

Maybe you’re at a friends house, maybe it’s family or maybe its your own and you just decided to switch it up, up to you. Wherever you are you aren’t allowed to fuck on the bed/dont wanna mess it up, so you have to get creative. You’re in the shower, on your knees and sucking him off when he cums somewhat unexpectedly. Some of it lands on your face and tits, but ultimately reaches the floor. Colson is determined to make you swallow his cum one way or another, the reason could be punishment for talking a lot of shit before hand or maybe hes just a kinky fuck, i dunno, either way he pulls your hair into a makeshift ponytail and turns you around, shoving your face into the show floor and telling you to

“Lick it up, slut.”

Or, if you want it to be a little closer to the interview, maybe he nuts or even spits on the shower floor and tells you to grind yourself over it. Maybe you’re grinding yourself over his spit while you blow him and when he cums it lands on the floor and he makes you lick up the spot where his spit, your juices and his cum is while he pulls your hair.

I think most likely its a form of foreplay, he always hints at being super nasty but never outright tells us anything (tease).

So maybe you’re about to ~get eht awn~ and while you’re making out he tells you to grind against a blanket or a pillow (both 100% valid AND recommended forms of masturbation.)

I think alot about just grinding on his face or his hand, or more obviously his thigh. I think it would be so hot to sit on his lap and grind against him while you make out. He’d probably play with your tits while you did it too, or maybe just wrap his arm around you to pull you closer which 🥺🥺 would make me feel so safe

I might expand upon this tomorrow but i wanted to get this out. Again, dont be afraid to send in Petey D concepts/photos/gifs/videos. Id love to see both of my boys 🥺🥰

#mgblurbnight #mgk smut #machine gun kelly blurb #mgk blurb #machine gun kelly smut #colson baker blurb #colson baker smut

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mirrorballparkers · 3 years

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that photo u sent earlier with that strand in peter’s face.... please elaborate on it miss ma’am 🥺

azkddjfjd i wrote a lil more than expected BUT. ya.

peter was not the best when it came to sleep, or rest in general. he always tells you that he has self diagnosed insomnia and prefers being a night owl anyway. plus, being spider-man, it's hard to sleep early anyway, depending on what crime he has to deal with that night.

he felt tired once he was done for the night, but once he got out of his suit and into his bed, his eyes were wide open, and he was wide awake with only his thoughts and the variation of sounds from Queens outside his tiny bedroom window. he usually would talk to you, as you would stay up as late as you possibly could knowing how he could sometimes get nervous being awake all on his own. you were peters own night light, his safe place and he really appreciated that. you were the only person, besides his aunt, that knew how to distract him and help him calm down whenever he was feeling overwhelmed or too tired.

it was comforting for peter to have someone like you to rest with.

it was a restless friday night, the entire sophomore decathlon class of midtown was coming back from an awaited victory at their last competition in Boston, everyone was so tired. especially peter. he worked endlessly hard to make sure that he was pulling his weight for this competition, being one of the smartest kids on the team, he felt a lot of pressure. the whole thing had been riding on him. he spent weeks preparing for this, gathering all of the physics books and staying up after patrol to work, and it all finally paid off. he answered the winning question, and now the Midtown High decathlon team were champions. and now, peter just wanted to rest on his girlfriends shoulder and sleep, possibly for ten billion years.

having you there with him, holding his hand and his sweet face resting on your gentle shoulder, it was safe for him. nothing was going to harm him. peter was out the minute you settled on the bus, he had no idea that he was that tired, he was finally able to sleep.

you both completely knocked out for the 3 hours on the bus, despite a few rowdy students and ned constantly turning on the bus light because he misplaced his hat again. peter was dreaming about you, as he always was — he would never tell you, though. but in his heart it was real.

as the class makes it back to Midtown, your eyes flutter open to the bus halting for good and a few students murmuring as they call for their parents. you turn your head over to your sweet peter, he was still asleep on your shoulder, snoring very slightly but it was cute to you, and drooling a little. you also noticed he had a tiny little strand of hair just below his eyebrow am perfectly framing his gentle face, his cheeks were a rose color and you swore you could count every little star-like freckle on his nose.

"heyyy, pete, we're here." you whisper gently, rubbing his cheek.

he squirms in his seat w little, moving more towards you and hugging your waist.

"five more minutessss," he whines, his face burying into your tummy. if he had it his way, he could stay like that forever.

"petey, were back at schooolll. i can see your aunts car, c'mon." you whispered, running your fingers through his chestnut curls that had a slight scent of raspberry.

peter opens his eyes slowly, his baby browns gazing into yours as he smiles ever so timidly.

"hey." he said in his sleepy voice.

"hi."

"i had a dream about you," he said with quite bashfulness.

you giggle, cupping his cheek, "oh, you did hmm?"

"mhmm," he smiles gently, rubbing your waist. "well, i still feel like i'm in it, looking at you and all."

your cheeks turn a rose color, like peters were naturally, and you look at his gentle face.

"being with you is a dream come true, peter parker."

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starsandmoonys · 4 years

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Truth or Dare

based on this amazing post and idea by the awesome @ravenclaw-reblogs . So, I tried. and it may have gotten out of hand. so I hope you like it anyway. Enjoy!

Part 2

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It was a late cold November night. Most of the students were already asleep. The common room was filled with 8 students, Remus was sprawled on the floor near the fireplace next to Lily, discussing some muggle book they both had recently read. Peter and Mary were engrossed in a very bad chess game since they both really suck at it. Sirius was playing arm wrestling with Marlene. James was in a heated argument with Dorcas about Quidditch teams. The most significant aspect about this night was the bottles of Fire whisky being passed around, it was sufficient to say they were all positively tipsy.

“You know what, Dorcas? Fine! You’re right. Sure, we suck!” James said, rather loudly. “Oi, Jamie, enough about that. Both teams are good.” Sirius said, during another losing match to Marlene. His arm hit the table and Marlene started celebrating, flexing her arms, “Yeah, look at that. I’ve won, again. You still weren’t ready?” she said, sticking out her tongue to an annoyed Sirius. “Oh, bugger off, blondie.” Sirius huffed.

“You got bested by a lady two times in a row, Padfoot. I’m starting to think you’re a beater because James is captain,” Peter chuckled, moving a knight forward on the chessboard then frowning, realizing it’s the wrong move.

“Shut it, ratboy, I’m a beater because I’m talented.”

“And because I’m the captain,” James added wiggling his eyebrows.

“Oh, is it ‘roast Sirius night’? Cause then count me in,” Remus rose up from the floor. Sirius was about to shoot him a comeback until his eyes landed on the boy in front of him. His cheeks were flushed, from the warmth or the alcohol or both, eyes shining bright hazel from the firelight, his hair so messy, curls falling on his eyes. Sirius’ brain wondered what it would be like to run his hands through it and- he felt pain, actual pain, on his thigh. He looked at the source and his eyes met Marlene's all-knowing smirk. “Stop staring,” she mouthed to him.

“Yeah. Whatever, wolfy.” He stuttered a reply before going to occupy himself with anything other than Remus’ eyes. “Let’s play something,” He proposed partly because he was bored and mostly because he wanted to get away from Marlene's gaze.

“What shall we play?” Dorcas asked. “Nothing tiring, we don’t want to wreak havoc,” Mary added.

“Truth or dare?” James suggested. “Very creative,” Lily said sitting up and grabbing a bottle of fire whiskey, finishing the rest of it. “You suggest then, Red,” Sirius said backing up his best friend.

“No, I’m alright. Sure, we play truth or dare, Black.”

“Good, now let’s just sit properly,” Remus said crawling near to the foot of the couch, almost sending Sirius to overdrive. It’s like the brunette boy is doing it on purpose. It’s been like that since they started their seventh year. The last two months had been filled with hand brushes, long stares, and longer hugs. Sirius didn’t want to read into it, maybe he was just imagining it, being lovesick and all. Then Remus does these things, like right then. What does it mean? Does Remus feel the same thing? Or is it just a normal thing he does? And if it’s normal, why does Sirius hyperventilates every time? So many questions were running through his mind. He came back to reality with a shove, “Earth to Sirius, we’re starting.” Dorcas said sitting now beside him.

They were all sitting in a circle legs crossed on the floor. It was Sirius then Dorcas and Marlene, James and Peter followed by Remus, Lily, and Mary. “Cool, I’ll begin,” announced Marlene. “So, peter, truth, or dare.”

Peter, taken by surprise she picked him, stammered dare. “Try to put your whole fist in your mouth” she shot him the dare. “damnit marly, go easy on the guy.” Dorcas chuckled beside her. “Rules are rules, do it, Petey,” Sirius said. Peter sighed, “This is ridiculous,” before following through with the dare. Unfortunately, he couldn’t do it, and the attempt earned him a laugh from the whole group, “amateur” Remus said, giggling, which of course Sirius heard. Again, eyes getting wide and brain going blank. This boy is going to be the death of me he thought.

“Yeah, whatever, guys. It’s my turn now. James, truth, or dare?” Peter said, partly exasperated, but still light-hearted.

“Well, dare, I say,” James answered, smugly. “Fine, you let Marlene draw on your face.” Peter said, “oh oh, and you’re not allowed to see it or wash it off till morning.” He added, evilly.

“Peter, did you have to pick her,” James started complaining, while Marlene got up to retrieve a quill from the nearest table. “No, backing off dares, pretty boy,” Lily said.

“Oh, you think I’m pretty, Lils?” He said with a smirk and a very corny wink.

“Not for long,” Marlene said, sitting down again and grabbing his face. “Oh Merlin,” he tried to squirm away. “Now, stay still, so I can focus on my art,” she started drawing first on both of his cheeks and then on his forehead, everyone was snickering around them. She lifted the quill off his face with a shit-eating grin. “There you go,” she said, proud of her work.

“What is it, guys? Is it bad? Oh my god, is it a penis?” James asked, looking at each and everyone for answers, except that everyone was doubling on the floor from laughter, “Don’t worry, you look positively stunning, Prongs.” Sirius replied from between laughs. “You’re really not going to say?” he asked the group.

“No cheating, you very pretty boy,” Lily said, face completely red.

“Sure then, this is getting real. Truth or dare, Siri?” he asked, trying to hide his annoyance.

“Oh, me... Well, to change it a little, I’m picking truth,” Sirius replied. His best mate raised an eyebrow, which looked amusing because it had a deer antler drawn above it, getting Sirius to snort and chuckle. “You think it’s funny? Good, here is the question.” James went silent for a second, “What are your kinks?” He asked, dragging every word. His question shifted the air in the group and everyone was now staring at Sirius, including Remus. He looked at him, curiously.

Sirius is not being phased by the actual question, but by Remus’ stare. He doesn’t know if it was the alcohol or the Gryffindor bravery, but he decided to throw caution out of the window and lock eyes with Remus, the boy he’s been possibly in love with since the fifth year. “My kink...” he started, ignoring everyone around him, he was sure Remus was giving him the same look, here goes nothing he thought. “My kink is werewolves with soft smiles and pretty eyes.” He said into the air, but still intensively watching Remus for a reaction. He prays he didn’t mess everything up when Remus’ mouth shapes into an O. He finally broke eye contact to find Dorcas and Mary high-fiving, Marlene talking about a bet, and James looking all smug.

“You know what, I think I’m going to sleep,” Lily said, faking a yawn and getting up. The girls got up after her. “yeah, we’re going to crash, good night, guys” Dorcas added, locking arms with Marlene.

As the girls walked away, James also got up, stumbling around a little, “Us too, c’mon, Wormy,” He gestured to peter. “But we were playing,” Peter complained. “Oh just move it, idiot.” James grabbed his arm and pulled him up.

“The room is all yours, boys,” James said with a wink and also walked away. Leaving Sirius and Remus alone, with a very long conversation ahead.

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angelthebedsheet · 4 years

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a/n: @tom-hlover i hope this was to your liking! it was a lil hard but i do love tom holland’s spidey so here it is! i just assumed that it was a romantic relationship too !!

lets get it!

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okay so first things first?

yall are ATTACHED at the hip

ned and mj clown peter for this all the fucking TIME

like he always walks you to class and sits next to you in class

peter we get it you want this melanin dial it back

and you are a superhero FIEND

anyone who knows you knows you go feral for superheroes and spiderman specifically

mj knows this, ned knows this, peter definitely knows this

mj always just gotta give peter a look like

whenever you start gushing about whatever spidey did that night

“peter did you see him last night?! he looked so amazing!”

“ah yeah n/n i saw!”

internal SCREAMING

like his beautiful amazing talented spectacular crush and best friend is fawning over him ???

mind boggling brothers

i mean your lockscreen is one of those press hold ones that move? so at first it’s a group picture of you, peter, mj and ned then you hold and boom its spidey swinging

peter found this out by accident and simply lost his mind in his room

you would do ANYTHING to see spidey in action and anYTHING TO HELP

bbg just wanna be a hero too 🤪

this day peter couldn’t come over to your house this time bc of his internship and had to leave early

aka code word for spidey shit to do lmao

and you’re a lil bummed

“but petey it’s wednesday and we were supposed watch mean girls and legally blonde.”

“i-i know i’m sorry n/n i’ll make it up to you”

mj and ned heard that and LOST IT

you frowned watching peter book it outta there like the lights were out

i mean my mans usain bolted it

mj and ned couldnt go home with you either so that sucked

you didnt usually walk home by yourself and honestly you really didn’t want to

it mf queens man. it’s not the safest place in the world

you started walking home and decided to buy some snacks n shit bc you saw them glazed donuts lookin real SCRUMPTIOUS AND FRESH in that packet

now you got the snacks secured in your bag and ready to go

you’re walking down the sidewalk when you hear some grunts and scrapping sounds?

you look down the alleyway and literally see your idol spiderman cornered

nuh uh not on your watch

you dropped your bookbag and tied ya braids/locks/afro back and took a running start

just as spidey was about to get punched you KICKED that mf straight in the cheek

spidey is like ????

“get got bitch!”

y/n???? awSHIT

its YOU

on one hand that was badass and two WHY ARE YOU HERE AND NOT HOME???

you grabbed a random pipe laying around and went ham on that bitch

peter is like confused and panicking as he stands up

you are handling your shit you aint need no mf powers

you got the black nasties on that was powerful enough

you are deadass yelling BITCH each time you hit them

peter snaps outta it and pulls you back

bc damn they knocked out alr you were bashing that hoe IN

you drop the pipe and turn to spidey with that big ol smile

peter felt his knees buckle

“you okay spidey? you looked like you needed some help?”

holy shit?

“u-uh t-thank you y–miss”

he had to speak from the belly with that

(i can hear my chorus teacher going SING FROM YOUR DIAPHRAGM)

while yall chatting it up another villain swooped in and threw some shit at yall?

idk how to describe it but it damn near almost impaled you but thankfully peter’s spidey sense kicked in and he pulled you out of the way

even though now you’re in fucking DANGER you’re losing your mind bc you are pressed up against peter’s chest

like damn spidey you really built like that?

peter on the other hand is like shit

cant let the loml aka crush slash bestfriend get hurt but i gotta fight these mfs....

he’s like fuck it man we gon dip just this once and picks you up

“hold onto me real quick?”

“o-oh okay????”

you’re living the fuckin DREAM and wrap your arms around his neck

peter’s trying to stay professional but ... girl you smell good asf and you basically intoxicating babyboy

then he just tHWIPS it outta there and hooks his foot onto your bookbag

shit was sexc even tho that didnt make much sense

yall SWINGING thru the streets with a lil funk and soul

you’re fully living the dream now baby!

he kinda just kicks his foot up and you catch your bookbag before wrapping your arms around his neck again

he swings yall onto a building roof top and you’re in awe

you’ve never seen queens like this before

he lets you go

“woah....”

“beautiful right? one of the benefits of being able to swing around”

“i know thats right...”

he’s just admiring you now

lil did we know tony stark PEEPED that shit thaNKS KAREN

you noticed spidey just staring at you and you lwk feel your cheeks heat up (bc black people don’t blush ❤️)

spidey you deadass left two CRIMINALS out in the open like hurry up

“h-hey can we take a picture together? i wanna show my petey that i met you!”

MY PETEY?????

“o-oh uh sure? also who’s.... who’s petey?”

“oh he’s my best friend! technically his name is peter but i love giving him nicknames.”

bitch oh???

you turned on your phone and show him your lockscreen pointing at peter

“isnt he just adorable?”

palms are sweaty knees weak arms are heavy

“ah. do you. do you like him?”

you kinda just unlock your phone while looking away

“y-yeah i mean who wouldn’t? he’s perfect... 👉🏽👈🏽”

PETER INTERNALLY WENT

bro HE’S ASCENDING

YOU LIKE HIM????

PETER PARKER???

HIMS???

THIS WHITE BOY FROM QUEENS?????

“you like peter?”

“yes.”

“peter parker?”

“yes?”

“oh thank god”

“i beg your pardon?”

PETER....

“oh i um i said that b-because i know him and im pretty sure he likes you back”

“oh???”

“y-yeah. he talks alot about you”

my mans are you really... snitching on yourself?

he really being his own wingman...

“really?”

“yup. i get it too. you’re. you’re beautiful.”

you went

😳

🕶🤏🏾

are my eyes deceiving me or is spiderman calling me BEAUTIFUL???

now yall both flustered

you’re thankful for your beautiful melaninated skin

peter’s thankful for that mf mask

“t-the picture”

“o-oh right”

cue tony PLOTTING like a mf

yall take two cute lil selfies together before spidey realizes he on the fuckin JOB

“ah i have to go let me take you home. where do you live?”

and you tell him your address even tho he already had it memorized by heart

he swang you to your doorstep and waved you goodnight before going back to handle those criminals

after that peter’s finally on his way home when tony pipes up

“was that the girl you always talk about”

“m-mr. stark??? you saw that??”

“all of it. she’s badass i want her on our team.”

“?!”

that night you got an email from tony stark and you RANG UP PETER SO QUICKLY TO LOSE YOUR SHIT ABT NOT ONLY TONY BUT SPIDEY TOO

“PETER OMFG BRO LOOOKKKKK I GOT AN EMAIL FROM TONY AND I ALSO MET SPIDERMAN TODAY. HAVE THE GODS FINALLY CHOSEN ME AS THEIR FAVORITE FOR TODAY????? JAJDJSJDNSKDNXN”

“t-that’s amazing n/n!”

the next day at school you absolutely GLOMPED him and mj

you are BUZZING with energy

mj’s kinda like?? did peter dick you down or some shit why you this hyped in the morning???

peter alr knows and is internally screaming into the void bc you like him back????

you’re already showing mj the pictures like “BRO LOOK HE EVEN HELD MY WAIST YESTERDAY!!”

ned is like 😏

mj is like 😌

they giving peter the LOOK

bc bro.... cmon now peter.

mj and ned dip leaving you to gush to peter alone

“do you think i can really be a hero petey?”

“d-definitely n/n i mean you did save spiderman yesterday”

“you’re right!”

peter has lost his shit too many times

“also petey. i like you alot.”

cheek kiss and dip

petey boy is stunned standing there in the halls like 😳

then he revives himself like ik this pretty bitch didnt just kiss and dip me like that

now he chasing you

alls good

mj and ned got blackmail too

#spiderman x reader #peter parker x reader #peter parker x black!reader #spiderman x black!reader #tom holland #tom holland’s spiderman #ned leeds #mj watson #x black reader #x female reader #spiderman headcanon

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blushing-starker · 3 years

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hiii darling!! saw you were a bit desperate for smth sweet and good so!!💗💗

i’ve sent this prompt to jae before, but i still adore the idea of little peter being in daycare and developing a fever! and daddy tony brings him to daddy stephens practice where he works as a family doctor. and so lil peter gets examined by his own daddy and cries in the cutest and most heart aching way when dada gives him an injection to bring down his fever🥺🌡

but tony comforts him of course!

“dada had to do that so you’ll feel better, baby.”

“i’ll see you later today at home, petey. i’ll bring you something yummy from the store, okay? now, go along with papa and cuddle loads with him till i get back home. that’s doctor dada’s orders.” - raf🐇

here you go! The first part while I crank out the second part. I know you read it already but I wanted to at least post it. Thanks for sending me the ask dear! I really appreciate it! 💓

It starts on Monday in the sandbox during recess. Peter doesn't really hang out in the small park right next to the classroom, prefers the cool temperature of the library where Miss Maria often turns a blind eye to his antics involving a screwdriver and the dismantling of any electronic device he and Ned can get their hands on. MJ, just a year older, is halfway sure the librarian purposely leaves old toys on the lowest shelf, but she isn't a snitch and it's, don't tell anyone though, fun to spend time watching the two boys figure out a way to pry open clocks.

His daddies are overjoyed their boy is like them, enamoured by how things work and how they could improve such things with the minimum of resources. In fact, Tony cried while talking over the phone with his mother, eager to tell Maria how her grandson replaced the wheel of a car the daycare was about to throw out in a few days. Peter, ever vigilant, had run to his daddy, afraid he was hurt or sad. He'd thrust the car into Tony's hand to make him feel better and Stephen's absolutely ridiculous husband sobbed harder while nearly suffocating their child in a hug. Maria sent Tony's old engineering kit from when he was a child and their Kleenex ran out the minute Peter wandered over to poke at it.

Stephen shouldn't tease Tony too much. After all, the doctor spent more time bragging about his little boy's intelligence than he did discussing his patients’ conditions. And maybe, just maybe, he sobbed in the bathroom when Ned came for a sleepover and loudly proclaimed his best friend had comforted another classmate when they fell and hurt their knee. Apparently, Peter had sent Ned to warn Miss Wanda while he calmly explained that all they had to do was elevate the area, clean with soap, wrap a Hello Kitty bandaid on the wound, get ice on it and be attentive to any signs of fever.

The whole thing was exactly, word for word, what Stephen had told Peter when his boy tripped on the sidewalk and roughed up a knee. Tony found him sniffling while cleaning out old anatomy books that suspiciously appeared in Pete's bedroom the next day.

They don't talk about it. But now the whole family has a bet on what the young boy's profession will be.

Yes, his daddies are happy he's shown an interest in their fields of study. Yes, they want him to explore and learn and have fun with different subjects. Thing is, they also know how important it is for a child to go outside and play with others. An intake of vitamin D was very good for a growing boy.

(That's bull, they would have gladly given ten thousand toys to Maria Hill for her to leave around the library so the trio could dismantle them. But then Miss Wanda cornered them in the hall and told them that no, Peter also needs a bit of sun and some interactions with people besides Ned, MJ and Shuri, a girl from another group who also liked the library. They begrudgingly agreed.)

So Monday morning after waffles drenched with too much syrup Stephen chooses to ignore are devoured by two sets of grabby hands, Peter’s daddies gently suggest he spend a few minutes playing outside with the others.

Peter pauses, screwdriver in midair and toy car set down on the table with careful movements. There's a little furrow between his brows, so identical to Stephen's that Tony wants to kiss both his boys for being the cutest people in the world. He refrains from doing so because ‘Peter needs to know when we're being serious, Tony, and that means no kisses during serious conversations’.

“Have,” oh no, their boy is chewing his lip, abort mission, abort, “have I been bad, dadas?”

Tony accidentally rams his elbow into his husband's ribs when pouncing on Peter and Stephen is very close to considering divorce. “No! No, baby, you've been good all month. Promise. Daddy and dada just want you to get a bit of sun, play around with the others for a few minutes and then sneak off into the library.”

“ Tony, that isn't what we agreed, oh Christ. “ This elbow jab was on purpose. Stephen stumbles out his chair, muffles the curse words against the kitchen counter while his horrible partner cradles Pete's face and presses kisses all over the boy desperately trying not to stab his daddy with the screwdriver.

“Don't listen to dada, you can spend five minutes out and then visit Miss Hill.”

“ Who? “ That scrunch is back and Tony loves Peter more than anything in the world. Well. No, he loves kissing Peter more than anything in the world. The boy giggles, reciprocates as much as he can until Tony cheats and tickles soft skin under a cotton sweater.

“Miss Maria, Tony. They call her by her first name instead of the last name. I'm getting some ice. Jesus, do you sharpen that thing?”

------

He can be a good boy. He's a good boy. Five minutes outside. Peter can be outside while Ned’s in the bathroom and MJ heats up her lunch for the day.

(Ned and Pete had the daycare mac and cheese; their bestie preferred homemade pizza.)

It's not that he dislikes the park; it's a cool park! There are slides and hiding spots and swings and trees for shade and the wheel that they're only allowed to be on if the teacher's controlling the speed. But the library is always slightly cold and full of adventure.

Sometimes they read a Star Wars book series laid on the floor in a circle with blankets and pillows Miss Maria brings them. If the trio feels tired, Shuri invites them over to the movie area her friends have set up with Disney films queued up. When their spirits are higher, electronics prepare to be dismantled.

Still. He can be good. And, besides Flash who doesn't really get along with him, all of Peter's classmates are nice and fun. The only problem is where to spend, Loki!

Peter runs to the sandbox, jumps over the bridge to a slightly odd looking Loki that's waving his hands in a general ‘no, don't run at me, slow down’ motion. He's too excited to not tackle the teenager that helps Miss Wanda during recess by entertaining twenty kids with wild tales full of magic and wonder.

Hands that never warm up that much immediately curl around a small body and there's a weakened chuckle buried in Peter's fluffy hair. “Hello, little puppy. Odd seeing you without your two companions. Odd seeing you at all, really, since that cute nose of yours is always buried in a toy or book.”

Pete smashes his face into a soft shirt, loves how safe Loki makes him feel with his hugs and hair ruffling. He likes Thor, too, although he prefers the younger brother a lot more. Which Stephen says is a bit unfair since the only reason Thor can't hang out with him as much as Loki does is because the blonde trains during recess with Sif and the others in the wrestling team.

Loki can change his voice a lot; a gift very few have, Peter's grandma once mentioned, and even fewer people use it well. Miss Wanda tries to take them to all the school plays so they can cheer on the others and break routine, but the first graders are very adamant on which theatre kid they love most. Thor's brother could paint the air and make even the most boring speech exciting to hear. Peter was obsessed, dragged his daddies to every play Loki was in and pleaded for a picture afterward. Not that he had to ask for long; the youngest of three would often take multiple shots with Peter before anyone else could even come close to him.

You could say Pete was Loki's number one fan. Which meant he knew how to distinguish between Loki's voices. After the face smashing ritual, he peeled away to squint at cheeks too pale and eyes too red. Relatively tiny fists curled around black cloth.

“Are you hurt, Loki?”

“Not at all, sweet puppy. I'm just sick. Thor and I went back home on Saturday and we seem to have caught a cold. Which is why it's probably better you don't stand so close, wouldn't want you getting sick. My parents decided we should stay home, but I left one of my books here, the one about Viking stories, remember, last Friday and came to pick it up. “

He remembers the book, a heavy thing with a leather cover and wolves drawn on pale paper every few pages. The story about Thor dressing up and tricking the giants is Peter's favorite. Imagining his Thor wear a bride's veil tends to make him giggle.

“So I can't have a kiss?” He pouts, peers at Loki through dark eyelashes, even wobbles a pink lip when it looks like he won't get what he wants. It works as soon as tears cloud his eyes. Like daddy, like son.

The teen sighs, leans down to plant a single kiss on Peter's forehead when a classmate nearby falls into the pit, sand goes up Loki's nose and the dark haired boy sneezes all over Peter.

-------

It takes an hour for him to start sniffling and complain about cotton in his head. Thirty minutes after that, Ned catches him wiping a runny nose with a sleeve. Said sleeve is completely drenched in less than a class’ duration. Miss Wanda calls Tony in to pick his boy up during a midday meeting he couldn't care less about as soon as the teacher says ‘it looks like a cold and he shows symptoms of a fever’.

He probably breaks ten driving laws in the span of fifteen minutes, but that's insignificant when you're friends with Mayor Rogers and your husband fixes up the arm of one Mr Rogers-Buchanan. Tony crashes into the principal's office, deflates with relief when he sees principal Fury teaching Peter how to unscrew a cabinet infamous for being creaky.

“And now I spray a little oil so it doesn't make the weird noises?”

“ That's right, now we take the can, spray just a tiny bit, like I showed you, that's good. Remember to always have a paper towel nearby in case it drips. Those are some very nice pants you have on and I'd hate to see them stained. “ Peter sticks his tongue out, carefully dabs under the oiled up hinge, motions a fond looking Fury to hand him the screwdriver, and gets to work.

Tony leans against the doorway, shushes his friend and Peter's godmother, Nat, when she comes in with coffee for Fury. They stay there, take it all in and realize Pete's growing up. They also realize they might win the bet.

“Ow! Gosh darn it, pinched my finger while getting the cabinet adjusted.” Fury sucks his finger, is probably running through much darker curse words in his head when Peter gently plucks his finger out and presses it against the cold side of a water bottle Miss Wanda most likely gave him to help the fever.

“Ice helps the inflammation, principal Fury. If it doesn't go down, and I don't think it will cuz this is just cold and doesn't have any ice in it, you should eat a snack and take some medicine. “ Tony swears he's never seen Fury more proud or pleased than in that moment.

“Your daddy tell you that, Peter?’

“ Oh no, sir. Daddy can't really, uh, his mind is too busy thinking about building robot bodies to think about human bodies. Don't tell anyone, but grandma says she saw him put butter on his elbow after he knocked it on the door. “

“Really? How old was he? Maybe he was small and didn't know any better.”

“ That was last week, principal Fury. Dada's the one that taught me all about the human body. Daddy couldn't figure out our medicine cabinet with an instructions manual and a Youtube tutorial. “

Tony clears his throat while Fury’s busy howling against the carpeted floor and Natasha cackles on her way to the infirmary.

“Hey, baby. Daddy's here to take you to dada’s.”

#peter parker #tony stark #stephen strange #ironstrange #starkerstrange #little!peter #daddy!tony #dada!stephen #awesome facial bros #my writing #rafni bunny

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schoolfullofmorons · 4 years

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petey lowkey having a crush on gary for a long time bc hes a pretty bad boy, but it takes some actual therapy and a small reunion for gary to feel some actual LONGING to have petey in his life again. he becomes surprisingly soft and supportive, in his own way, with their renewed friendship, and it takes jimmy casually promising to kick his ass if he messes up with petey for gary to realize he might actually have developed some romantic feelings for their friend. cue panic and breathing exercises

July, 2007.

Here he stood, on the threshold of hell on Earth, about to talk to Satan himself, and he still wasn't ready to run.

Well, maybe that wasn't entirely accurate. Pete Kowalski, rising junior of Bullworth Academy, was very prepared to run from the menace that had tortured him last year. Gary Smith, the mentally unstable asylum patient, waited for him just on the other side of this door.

His palms had grown hot with sweat, and he nervously wiped them off on his clean, ironed jeans. Pete hated having generalized anxiety disorder. It made him nervous even about this, even about coming here, which was literally his own choice to begin with. The thought of facing his once best friend filled him with a mounting dread that made his throat burn with the urge to cry.

But Pete wanted this. He was determined to get the answers he wanted, because Jimmy and him had been fucked over. And Jimmy might have brushed his hands of Gary, Jimmy might have decided that he was done caring, but Jimmy wasn't Pete and Pete cared way too much. He needed to know why Gary had ditched them, betrayed them, left them to rot. He wanted to know the cause of all this.

And, deep down, maybe he missed Gary, too.

He had been standing there too long, staring at the door. Pete knew if he didn't act soon, the orderly that had trailed behind him would get annoyed. Licking his lips and swallowing down his own anxiety, he pushed open the door, letting the orderly shut it behind him.

And there he was, the mastermind himself.

Gary was so... different, in here, but in reality he still looked like a Smith. All sharp jawlines and piercing stares. When Gary rose his head to look at him, hair that was growing slightly shabby due to a month of no cuts falling into his face, Pete felt his heart skip a beat.

And then a grin passed over his face, his eyes lighting up with genuine joy. He launched himself off of the small white cot all asylum patients had been provided, and sauntered over to Pete with slow, calculated steps. Too proud and too arrogant for someone who was incarcerated.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here? Did Petey Kowalski decide to pay lil' ol' me a visit? The big, bad, awful wolf, Gary Smith?" Gary's words cut into him, and Pete felt the urge to wipe his hands off on his jeans again. His friend's eyes bore into him.

Why'd you do it? Was the question that sat on Pete's tongue, but instead he cleared his throat and avoided Gary's eyes. "I... wanted to check up on you. Y'know, see how you were holding up."

"Oh, look at that! He cares about me!" Gary reached out to sling an arm around him, bringing Pete in close with a sharp jerk that had Pete yelping. "Did somebody miss me? Just couldn't sleep at night knowing I was away, could you?"

"No, I-"

"I already knew you weren't straight, but this is taking it to a whole new level."

The protest died away on Pete's tongue and he swallowed as the familiar burning sensation hit the back of his throat. When he didn't get an answer, Gary huffed and shoved him, hard. Pete stumbled, hitting the cell wall and sliding down it.

"God, you're pathetic." Gary spat.

"Why do you have to be an asshole all the time, Gary?" Pete snapped, and in one sudden rush, angry words bubbled up and out of him. "For once in your life, can't you just accept that you're the one in the wrong? You're in a cell, for god's sake! Don't you realize that I'm the only one left who doesn't want you to drop dead? Half the school pities you and the other half hates you! You destroyed our lives! You took away our peace! You don't get to be calling me the pathetic one!"

The room fell silent enough to hear a pen drop. The air around the two boys grew thicker, and thicker, and thicker still with tension. Pete risked a glance at the boy who stood looming in front of him. He had to swallow back fear as he noticed Gary's hands were clenched so tight that the skin was starting to turn white.

Pete pushed himself to his feet, slowly, unwilling to startle Gary. If he moved too fast he was afraid that Gary would snap. A predator in a hunting crouch, moments away from delivering the killing bite. That's what Gary was.

"You know, I used to like you. I used to want you around. I used to think you were smart, and funny, and cool. But now you just remind me of a... a walking toddler, who throws a temper tantrum when he doesn't get his way. I hope you get better, Gary. I hope you get the help you need so you can finally grow up."

Pete sidestepped Gary, who had yet to move except for his head, his eyes slowly following Pete back towards the doorway. Pete opened the cell door and looked back one more time, meeting eyes with the person he once considered his best friend.

And then he left.

September, 2008.

To the parents of Gary Alexander Smith,

I am writing to you to inform you that your son has completed rehab. According to his court order, this is the final step needed in order for him to be released back to the public.

Please note that he will still have to check in weekly with a nurse that will ensure he is still taking his medication. This will no longer be a requirement after his 100 hours of community service is over.

With this in mind, we will be releasing him on the 8th at 3 PM. We require a signature before his release in order to ensure that he is in the proper hands of his guardians.

Thank you for your time,

Happy Volts staff.

The reunion with his parents was about as happy as you'd expect with parents as terrible as his. Really, they didn't talk much through the entire thing; it was pick him up, take him home, and let him clean himself up before they had dinner.

It was the first meal that he had had in a long ass time that was actually good, instead of being almost edible. He really did have a newfound appreciation of his maids after that, though he'd never admit it to them out loud.

The thing about spending a year away from home is that it caused him to reflect on things he could have done differently. It also made him realize that a lot of the shit he had done his sophomore year simply didn't... matter. Maybe it was the medication, and the advice of actual doctors from the state after being transferred from Volts and their terrible medical department, but Gary was beginning to see things in ways he had never thought to see them in before.

For example, he was pretty sure Jimmy had never said anything all that terrible to him. Where had he gotten that idea from? Yeah, some of it was an addiction to power, but he was pretty sure the other part was perceived rejection. Learning about rejection sensitive dysphoria really did help him out in a lot of ways. He just wished it had been explained to him sooner, before, y'know, he betrayed all of his closest pals because of an inexplainable fear that they hated his guts.

(Which now they probably did. Go figure. Pete's words still ate at him when he tried to sleep at night).

That didn't matter as much now, anyway. He wanted to know what he'd be doing. He wasn't trapped anymore, with only medical professionals and other patients that had, admittedly, been really kind to him when they weren't Bullworth Branded(tm). He wanted to know what his future would be like, now that his head was much clearer.

When he asked his father, the response he got didn't surprise him much.

"We've decided to respect Crabblesnitch's decision and homeschool you. It'll be best, in order to prevent anymore... incidents."

And so began the process of sleeping, waking up, eating, being immersed into various studies by a freshly hired tutor with a bitchy voice that Gary tried very hard not to snap at, eating again, and going back to sleep. This pattern only broke on days where he had been assigned community service, or had an appointment with his psychologist.

As the days went on, he began to make the effort to expose himself to the outside world. Being locked up made him unusually skittish around people, and he was still having trouble getting used to the crowd that was his father's staff. This led to him climbing onto the roof of his father's house as he watched the sun dip steadily over the horizon after a long day of studies.

Being in high places had been a huge comfort when he was a child. He liked to watch the world, and he liked to feel in control by being able to see his surroundings. His friends would occasionally join him. He had many memories of Pete's smile catching on the sunset, or his nervous expression watching him as Gary got too close to the edge.

This was their place first, before it became his and Jimmy's. He wondered, briefly, if Jimmy still thought of their battle as often as Gary did, or if Gary just did that because it was the last substantial thing he had ever done with himself before the lock-up.

He really missed those two.

He got it, though. He couldn't have them back in his life. They had both kicked him out, and that was his own doing. He had hurt them, and he might regret it, but he had to let go.

He just didn't know how, when he didn't have anyone else.

December, 2008.

He finished his community service. Christmas break came, and since he had been working so hard on catching up with his junior year studies, his father had allowed him to take it off for himself. He was grateful at the idea of a break; he had been working tirelessly, and was nearly three quarters of a way through his junior year. He wanted to catch up to his senior year already, so that he could graduate in May like the rest of the Class of 2009.

Suddenly filled with free time that he did not want taken up by family, Gary found himself wandering into town more than he had previously. At first he didn't go far, but as the days passed he found himself going on longer strolls until he found himself deep in the heart of Bullworth Vale.

He should have known it would be easy to be spotted there, considering the gym was a hotspot for prep activity. Jimmy's lighthouse was also down here, causing Gary to avoid that spot as much as he could.

It was a smart idea, by all means. Unfortunately for Gary, however, Jimmy was king, and the preps told him everything. Especially Gord, who he'd had an on-and-off relationship with for a few years now.

That's what led to his peaceful stroll being interrupted by a massive fist slamming his head into the side of a brick wall, so hard that his ears rang.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Came a familiar voice in his ear, and his blood ran cold.

"James." Gary grunted into the brick wall. He tried to lift his head up, but was deemed unsuccessful when Jimmy's fist jerked him back down, causing him to wince. "What is it you want? I was busy."

"Busy doing what? Making the smiles of tiny children disappear?"

Gary had to remind himself that Jimmy was completely justified in this reaction, but it was hard when his cheek was beginning to fucking bleed.

"Get off."

"Not until you tell me what you're doing out of jail where you were supposed to rot."

"I got released! I finished the stupid program, okay? Let me go!" Gary hissed, and to his surprise, Jimmy did.

"What program are you talking about?" Jimmy asked, crossing his arms. Gary rubbed the grit off his face and took a moment to let his eyes wander over Jimmy's freckles.

Jesus, he forgot just how many James had. He was like a freckled forest.

"Technically a bunch of different programs... rehab was one, and I went through some community service hours." Gary shrugged. "Does it matter? I'm out now."

Jimmy's face contorted into three different expressions of confused anger, and Gary had to stop himself from laughing out loud at it.

"Like hell you're coming back to Bullworth-"

"I'm not, actually. I'm being homeschooled." Gary replied, smug at his one-up despite his best efforts not to be. It was just easy to feel smug around Hopkins.

(He wondered, briefly, why he wasn't downright pissed at Jimmy for sophomore year; but it had been a long time since then, and Gary was different, more different than he'd ever been).

"What? How long has that been going on?"

"Since September." Gary told him.

"Oh. Wow."

The two of them stood in an almost awkward silence, and Gary flicked his eyes over to watch the road as cars passed by. He had almost zoned out when Jimmy spoke again.

"So, what? Are you scheming to get back in?" When Gary turned his eyes back to Jimmy, the shorter boy was squinting at him, looking suspicious.

"No." Gary said, honest. "I'm not going to bother you, either, if that's what you're going to ask."

"Why? Not that I don't appreciate your kindness or whatever. I'm just trying to understand."

"I get it, don't worry." Gary shrugged and sighed, turning on his heel to face the road. "Honestly? I've had a lot of time to think. And... I messed up with the two of you. Bad. I don't want to pressure you into having to deal with me again, because, well... I fucked up your lives. I understand that now, I understand how bad it was back then for you. I wasn't going to seek you out, but I suppose thinking that I could hide from you forever wasn't necessarily the brightest idea."

"I can't believe this." Jimmy mumbled. "Gary Smith? Showing remorse? Who would of thought."

"Yeah." Gary said, quietly. "Wild idea, for sure."

The two boys stood looking at the cars in a slightly more comfortable silence. It had started to lightly snow, and Gary rubbed his gloved hands together to create the idea of warmth before he half-froze to death.

"I don't know if I forgive you, you know." Jimmy spoke.

"Yeah, I figured." Gary murmured. "And you don't have to."

"I think if you're putting in the effort, I'd like to forgive you." Jimmy told him, and Gary turned his head, regarding him with surprise.

"What you did was... terrible, to be frank, but I've seen worse. You weren't all that bad, back before the fight with Russell." He shrugged and Gary continued to stare. Jimmy had liked their friendship? It felt like a crazy idea.

"And I think... I think Petey really misses you, too." Jimmy shifted to glance at him. "He... told me, about your fight."

Gary didn't like thinking about it, much less talking about it. He clenched his hands into slight fists and let out a small huff. "Really? Man..."

"Its fine, really. I mean, I was pissed at the time and so was he, but I think he just misses you now." Jimmy turned his whole body towards Gary, suddenly furrowing his brow. "Hey, give me your hand."

"What?" Gary frowned. "No, get your own hand to hold."

"I'm not tryna flirt with you, dumbass. I'm gonna write Pete's number on your arm."

"Pete's - what?"

"You should apologize to him." Jimmy said, matter-of-factly. Bewildered, Gary handed Jimmy his hand. Jimmy took a pen out of his pocket and uncapped it, scribbling a hasty number on his wrist, just above his glove.

"Pete's parents had enough money to get him a cell phone. He can answer texts but texting back is a slow process so he prefers to call." Jimmy pocketed his pen. "I'm sure you two can work it out for yourselves though."

"Why are you giving this to me? I thought you hated me." Gary asked him, pulling his arm back to run his fingers over the messy digits that were gracing his skin.

"I never hated you, to be honest." Jimmy told him. "I was mad, but I never hated you. I was always rooting for you, Gary."

"I see." Gary replied. "Thank you, then, James."

"Of course." Jimmy clapped him over the back, causing him to stumble. "See ya around, crazy man."

He went home with black ink on his wrist and the words I was always rooting for you stuck in his head on repeat.

January, 2009.

Gary procrastinated all of Christmas break away thinking about calling Pete.

He didn't know why the task was bothering him so much. It hadn't been difficult to apologize to Jimmy, but then again, he knew he had been wrong about Jimmy going into it. Admitting to himself that he had no idea what Pete thought of him was a different challenge that was taking a lot of effort to push through.

There was also the part of Gary that had finally, finally let him accept that he missed Pete. And now he was getting a second chance with him, to fix things. To make things right.

He really, really didn't want to screw things up. That's why he was having so much trouble with this one, stupid, idiotic phone call.

(Rejection sensitive dysphoria, thou is a heartless bitch).

He was once again by the house phone, twirling the wire around his finger as he held it up to his ear. He chewed on his lip as he continued what had become a daily debate in his head: to call, or not to call?

Fuck it, he said, and dialed the number.

Pete picked up on the third ring. "Hello?"

Gary took in a sharp breath as the static in his head got louder. Was this a good idea? Probably not. Why did he trust Jimmy? Jimmy was a moron, how would he know what Pete thought?

"Hello? Is this a prank caller?" Pete asked, sounding slightly annoyed.

"No!" Gary spoke and then cleared his throat. "No, uh, its-"

"Gary? Is that you?"

"Yes! Yes."

"Holy crap, I thought you were still in-?"

"No, I got released a few months ago. I ran into Jimmy and he said you've missed me, so-"

"If this is going to be another teasing session about how 'homosexual' I am, I swear I will end this call right-"

"No no no, its the opposite actually. I wanted to apologize."

The line fell silent, and Gary shifted from foot to foot as nerves raced through him. Pointless restless energy. Only ADHD things.

"Look, I really messed up with you."

"Uh-huh. I know."

"And I wanted to say I really, really regret it. You were one of my best friends."

"And?"

"And I'm sorry. You deserved so much better than how I treated you."

Another silence. There was a noise as if someone had sat down a dish. "Listen, if you expect me to just accept, then I don't think I can do that."

Gary's finger twitched and he rested his head back on the wall. "I understand."

"But I'll give you the chance to prove that I should accept." Pete's voice was quieter now. "You just... you just have to prove it to me through actions, not say sorry and go right back to being a jerk."

"Yeah." Gary said, equally as quiet.

"Do you want to meet up sometime? To catch up?" Pete asked, and Gary had to fight to keep down the grin spreading over his face.

"I'd like that," he answered.

He might not have been forgiven yet, but he'd take what he could get.

They made plans to meet at a small cafe just outside of Bullworth Vale that following Thursday.

Pete Kowalski, senior of Bullworth Academy, sat in the quiet coffee shop that he had recommended for his and Gary's little "outing."

He had brought his laptop, as he had an essay due for his current English class and like hell was he going to pass up an opportunity to write it in a quiet space. He had actually arrived early in order to start it, since he knew Gary liked to ramble on, and he wanted to get some work done before he was interrupted.

He also wanted to think, which he had been doing between writing paragraphs analyzing the societal symbolism in The Scarlet Letter. His thoughts were turned towards the boy who he was currently meeting today, his good friend, Gary Smith.

He had missed Gary, if he were being honest. That didn't make him any less bitter about the things Gary had done to him, but it was still a cemented fact nonetheless. Gary Smith just... felt like his own addiction. Once you were around him once, he wouldn't get out of your head, and you wanted to see him again and again.

So Pete had decided to meet him here.

Of course, Pete wasn't stupid by any means. If Gary showed up acting like he had the last time they met, Pete would end all arrangements here. But Gary had shown... actual remorse. It was more than he had seen from him in a long time.

He just, really hoped it would work out well.

When the time came for him to show, the small bell over the door rang, signifying that someone had entered the coffee shop. Pete lifted his eyes and was immediately faced with the boy he had been crushing on for a good few years now.

Gary Smith, although he looked significantly less Smith(tm) now, his facial features softened but what could only be newfound maturity. Gary's brown eyes scanned the room and landed on him, and Pete swore his heart fell into his throat.

He was just so handsome. It wasn't fair, when Pete was supposed to be angry at his dumbass.

Gary approached the table, a lot less intimidating in his stride but still as confident as ever. The closer he got, the more his face cracked into a grin, sporting the gap in his teeth.

"Petey. Long time, no see!"

Pete couldn't help but smile faintly. "Hey. Go ahead and take a seat."

Gary slid into the table opposite from him and reached over to grab Pete's cup of coffee without warning. "What are you doing?"

"I could ask you the same. That's my coffee, Gare." Pete huffed and watched as Gary froze halfway to putting the cup to his mouth. A red blush spread over his face and he grumbled, setting the cup down.

"Yeah, sure. Don't share then."

"Don't be a dick. And I'm working on my English essay, to answer your question."

"Essays aren't too hard to write as long as you can focus on them."

"Well, yeah." Pete shrugged and looked down at the computer. He knew Gary had pretty much a natural talent at anything academic. "It just takes up a lot of time."

"What's the essay on?"

"The Scarlet Letter. You ever read that book?"

"Duh? Everyone in our grade has read that stupid ass novel. Its notorious for being boring." Gary rolled his eyes and Pete cracked a smile.

"Yeah, it honestly is. Doesn't stop the teacher from assigning it, though."

"Did you get Galloway again?"

"Nah. Got an actual competent teacher who makes us do stuff."

"Oh, I bet Bullworth isn't taking that one well." Gary smirked and leaned forward. He practically radiated smugness. "How has it been, with ol' James Bitchfucker Hopkins there to rule it?"

"You know, you could be nice to him for once instead of insulting him every other sentence." Petey chastised and rolled his eyes.

"Its our dynamic, Peter. Gotta insult him before the weirdos think I'm getting soft on him." Gary laughed. "Now answer the question."

"Yeah, yeah. Bossy." Pete looked at the words on his screen and then sighed, closing his laptop. Seems his work time was over. "Things have calmed down a lot, actually... the cliques all kind of kiss up to Jimmy, and in turn he settles all their disputes for pocket cash before they can get too violent. Its honestly kind of nice?... A lot of people have, uh, come out recently, and Jimmy's been beating up people who make fun of them."

"Come out?" Gary eyed him. Pete wasn't sure if he was making up the accusation in the burning stare or not. "As in...?"

"Gay, of course." Pete's cheeks burned. He almost wished he hadn't brought it up. "Jimmy is - he's bi, you know? He's been talking to a lot of kids who have come to them about their sexuality, like, um, Mandy-"

"Mandy??? The girl who is always clinging to a guy?"

"She doesn't do that anymore. She even talks to the nerds now, sometimes. As in, like, nicely." Pete shrugged and shifted. "She, she came out as a lesbian."

"What the hell." Gary furrowed his brow. "Did Jimmy put queer shit in the water?"

"Gary, don't say that, its rude. And no, Jimmy just..." Pete chewed his bottom lip and smiled. "He's supportive."

Gary pursed his mouth into a tight frown and Pete narrowed his eyes, his smile falling. "If you say something homophobic, I will cut you."

"Jesus, Pete, I leave you alone for a year and a half and you turn into the sass master. No, I wasn't going to say anything homophobic." He scoffed and turned his head to the side, purposefully ignoring Pete. Pete felt his cheeks burn.

"Okay, well, I just - wanted to make sure. Since, you know. I'm bisexual."

Gary snapped his head around to stare at Pete, and Pete felt his cheeks grow darker. "Stop looking so surprised. You already suspected it."

"I thought - I didn't - what?"

"Weren't you the one to call out the fact that I stared at boys for too long, repeatedly, for years?"

"I never thought you'd actually admit to it."

"Yeah, well, I wouldn't have if I'd had stayed around you." Pete said, coming off colder than he meant to. When Gary's face fell, he blushed and put his hands up. "I- shit, I didn't mean it like that, don't get upset. I just... you weren't the most accepting, Gary. I needed someone who would be so that I could experiment without feeling dirty."

Gary stared at him and then glanced out the window, huffing and setting his face in a tight line. "Yeah, okay. I get it. You don't have to explain."

"So... are you okay with it?"

"Obviously." Gary turned a glare at him, looking annoyed at the implications, and Pete smiled softly.

"Cool."

The two boys fell into a familiar routine after that, with Gary visiting the coffee shop after class on Wednesday to talk. On weekends, when he had nothing to do, he would call up Pete or Jimmy - sometimes even both of them - and they'd walk along the train tracks, talking as they relaxed in the quiet wilderness.

It was nice.

February, 2009.

"So I was like, dude, can you shut up already and give me the dang pencil? I don't care if it has MLP on it."

Gary snorted. "Is it really that surprising that Trent was into MLP?"

"No! That's why I didn't give a shit!" Pete laughed from beside him, and Gary couldn't help the chuckle that escaped him. Pete's laughter was infectious.

Their shoes made crunching noises on the gravel as they walked along the train track. They had been walking like this for a good twenty minutes as they caught up on their week.

"Valentine's Day is coming up." Gary mused. "Do you have a date?"

"Who? Me? Pete Kowalski, the quiet kid? Please." Pete chuckled softly, but it sounded sad more than anything.

"Hey, I wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt." Gary teased and gently shoved him. "Do you have anyone you want to date?"

"What, like a crush?"

"Yeah."

"Well..." Pete hesitated.

"You do have someone." Gary grinned as Pete returned to his side. "Who is it? Don't tell me its MLP boy."

"Trent? Ew, no. I'm not Jimmy, man."

"Is it Jimmy?"

"What?"

"Is it Hopkins?" Gary rose an eyebrow. Pete blinked, seeming caught off guard.

"No, of course not. I mean, Jimmy is cool and all, but..." Pete shrugged and glanced away. "I just, like someone else."

"Who, then?"

"Why do you want to know so bad?"

"Because I'm curious. Bite me."

"Curiosity killed the cat."

"Satisfaction brought it back. Just tell me, Pete, please?"

"I..." Pete stopped abruptly and Gary turned, alarmed as a frown made its way on Pete's face. "I don't want to talk about it, okay?"

Well, that's not weird at all. Gary let his eyes roll up and down Pete's figure, reading his body language (which screamed I'M SAD! in all caps), and then sighed. "Okay."

"Thanks." Pete smiled softly.

Gary wondered just why it bothered him so much in the days to follow.

Gary finished his junior year assignments and started his senior year courseload, feeling a lot happier now that he was in the proper grade level, even if he was behind by a small margin.

Despite that, his thoughts were mostly on one person: Pete.

For some reason, it bothered him knowing that Pete had a crush. Especially one that he wouldn't tell Gary about.

It felt like... this strange mix of anger, worry, and sad that Gary wasn't quite able to process.

Mostly because it felt an awful lot like jealousy, and he was not going to be jealous over Pete Kowalski, especially considering that had even deeper implications such as the idea that he might not be as heterosexual as he once thought.

Not that he had ever been attracted to girls, which... honestly, confused him more. Did that mean he was gay? But it couldn't. He hadn't ever been attracted to anyone except Pete. Maybe he wasn't... anything. Maybe he was just Gary.

Did sexuality have to be as labeled as Pete and Jimmy's? And, fuck, why was he even considering this in the first place, he so totally did not have a crush on Pete because he was NOT jealous.

A loud snap brought him out of his thoughts, and he realized he had broken his pencil. Fuck.

March, 2009.

February passed with little to offer. Valentine's Day found Gary wandering Bullworth Vale - Pete said he didn't feel like leaving the house, and Jimmy had a date. Overall, it was uneventful, except for the fact that Gary couldn't stop thinking about Pete.

Spring break would be coming up, the first week of April. Jimmy had suggested that they go camping by the train tracks. Gary had agreed, trying to ignore the pounding of his heart when he thought of Pete being there, sharing a tent with him.

April, 2009.

"Tent building is hard." Gary breathed out heavily as he leaned across a nearby tree.

"Lazy ass." Jimmy passed him with some firewood in his arms, hitting Gary lightly over the head. Gary rose an arm to shove his hand away.

"Shut up. Pete's complaining too." Gary pouted.

"Pete's different." Jimmy passed said boy, who was sitting on a treestump, and gave him a friendly smile. Gary felt jealousy pulse through his veins.

Okay, so he had accepted he was jealous. But that didn't mean anything. So.

"Pete's a loser." Gary retorted and playfully smirked at the boy, who rolled his eyes.

They had spent the first hour or so setting up camp before the sun went down. It had made two out of three of them tired, with Jimmy being unable to feel exhaustion ever.

As Jimmy began to build the campfire, Gary moved from the tree he was leaning against to settle next to Pete. His heart beat hard in his chest as their knees brushed.

"So, little Petey, are you ready for a night with the creepypastas?" Gary teased and shoved him lightly.

"Shut up. Its bad enough that you've been trying to get me into them without mentioning them here." Pete huffed at him, putting one hand up to shove his face away. Gary laughed, ignoring the tingle that ran through his skin where Pete's hand made contact.

"They're fun! Come on, your gay ass can't tell me you don't find at least one of them attractive."

"They kill people!"

"So?"

Pete opened his mouth to respond, then seemed to think better of it, pouting instead. "Shut up."

Gary felt his face slip into a familiar grin. He let his eyes trail over Pete's face as the boy turned away to watch Jimmy, taking in his soft brown eyes. When he smiles he gets dimples...

He felt a burning stare pierce through him, and slowly turned his head to see Jimmy giving him a knowing look with a raised eyebrow. Gary felt panic shoot through him, but externally he kept his face in the same grin.

"Done yet, James?"

Jimmy studied him curiously and then looked back at the fire. "Yeah. Should be enough for the night."

"I brought stuff for smores." Pete smirked and moved away from Gary. He tried not to be disappointed at the distance.

"Hell yeah, we like, gotta roast marshies. That's the first fuckin' rule of camping." Jimmy smirked and sat down by the fire. The sun wasn't down yet, but it was steadily approaching the horizon - it would be sunset soon.

"Marshies?" Pete laughed. "Are you in grade school?"

"Hey, don't diss my flow. Marshies are the bomb, man."

"You're so weird." Gary rolled his eyes and Jimmy shrugged.

They spent the next few minutes unpacking the food, preparing to make dinner. The campsite they had picked out had a grill nearby, and Pete had brought burgers for them all to eat. Jimmy lit the grill and left Pete to cook as Gary stayed by the fire just a little ways off.

"Hey." Jimmy greeted, his voice quiet as he sat down next to Gary, moving to rest his hands on his knees. "I need to talk to you."

"What is it?" Gary rose an eyebrow. "Does Pete need help with something?"

"Nah, that little dude's got it all figured out. I was gonna grill but he insisted. He's had a fascination with cooking ever since his parents decided he was old enough to touch the stove." He chuckled and shrugged.

"Then what?" Gary pulled his knees to his chest, eyeing Jimmy out of the corner of his eye suspiciously.

"Look, man. I don't want to pry, since I know it isn't any of my buisness, but... I see the way you and Pete look at each other."

Gary felt his blood run cold, and he turned his head to look at his friend. "I don't know what you're-"

"Earlier you spent like fifteen seconds staring at his face man, you were practically swooning like a stupid schoolgirl. Its so blatantly obvious that you like him."

"I..." Gary was at a loss for words, panic rising up in his chest. "No, no no no I-"

"I'm not going to tell him or anything." Jimmy held his hands up. "I just want to say... if you mess up with him again, I'm gonna have to kick your ass, alright? So, don't."

"What?" Gary breathed out. No, no no, it can't be that obvious. I thought I was hiding it better than this, I can't like Pete, I can't.

"I'm rooting for the two of you. You two deserve to he happy and its obvious he likes you back, so..." Jimmy shrugged and then furrowed his brow. "Are you okay?"

Gary realised then that he was hyperventilating. "What? Yeah."

"Gary, man, take it easy." Jimmy reached out, hesitated an inch away from him, and then gently allowed his fingers to snag around Gary's wrist once he was allowed. "Look at me. Focus on my hand. Breathe in, breathe out."

Gary took in a deep breath, letting himself focused on the calloused feel of Jimmy's hand around his wrist. He released his breath, and looked at Jimmy. Breathe in, breathe out. Repeat.

When he was calm enough, Jimmy let him go and nodded awkwardly. "You good?"

"Yeah." Gary muttered, embarrassment pooling in the pit of his stomach.

"So did I assume right?..." Jimmy murmured, keeping his voice low. Gary nodded, looking into the fire. The heat coming off of it soothed him.

"Really? Does that mean you're gay?"

"I... have no idea?" He could feel his face flushing. "Look, don't tell him, okay? I've only figured it out recently-"

"Recently? You've been looking at him like he's your princess ever since you came back into our lives."

"Don't tease me Hopkins, okay? Fuck you. I was in denial about it, it isn't every day that I actually like someone, let alone like them in that way."

"Yeah, yeah, you're an emotional robot, we get it." Jimmy rolled his eyes. "I won't tell him. But you should. He likes you back, I can tell."

Did he? Gary pursed his lips together and stared into the fire, choosing not to comment. But why would he?

He spent the rest of the night in bewilderment as they roasted "marshies," told horror stories, and eventually went to sleep in the tent. It was weird, sleeping beside Pete with the revelation he had just been presented, and he tried very hard not to freak out.

Eventually, morning came, and Gary got up, groggy from anxious sleep. They had to pack up and then they'd be heading back.

He really, really hated the disappointment he felt because of that.

May, 2009.

Gary decided that emotions were not something he was very strongly suited for.

He had been avoiding Pete, unsure how to feel about his conversation with Jimmy. Part of him still did not want to accept that he was capable of a crush, let alone a crush on a guy. (God, his father would be so pissed). The other part of him wanted to accept it and let go, because Pete was cute and smart and kind and... well, Pete.

As the month went on, Gary found himself missing Pete more and more. It was easy to cancel plans under the guise of schoolwork, but it was becoming excessive. And, well...

Maybe it was time for him to admit to himself that yeah, he was queer. He wasn't sure of the proper term (gay? bi? who knows) but he knew he was LGBTQ+ of some origin. And...

Well, Jimmy had given him a vote of confidence. Maybe he should just go for it.

He held off for a few weeks, but Gary was never one to deny himself what he really wanted. And he wanted Petey to look at him, more than anything.

He decided that he'd have to do this. It was time. And, readying himself, he began to devise a plan.

Pete had a burning frustration for all days dedicated to couples. He had always wanted to be a part of a relationship. It wasn't that he hated being single; he just... wanted to know what that connection was like. And, well, he also wanted to like someone that was actually obtainable for once.

Because of this, he tended to lock himself in his dorms during those days. And, here he was once again, in his dorm.

It was Prom Night, and Peter Kowalski had bought a new book to read to distract himself from the painful torture that is Being Single.

A knock on the door distracted him from Pip's adventure into newfound wealth. He stood up and went to answer it, curiousity pumping through him. Jimmy was the only one who ever came to his dorm, but Jimmy had told him he had a date tonight.

He opened the door to find Gary Smith there, a grin on his face and a suit in his hand. He was dressed in formal attire of his own, making Pete's heart skip a beat.

That is, until it hit him. "Gary? What are you doing here? You aren't allowed on school property."

Gary shrugged. "It isn't like the Prefects will care anyway. Its prom, Pete."

Okay, he had a point. "Still... do you have a date or something?"

Gary's grin widened. "Yes, actually." Abruptly, he shoved the suit into Pete's hands. "Get changed, we're going out."

"What?" Pete furrowed his brow. "But... what about your date?"

"Do I need to spell it out for you? We're going out. I already bought the suit for you and everything."

It clicked in Pete's head, and he flushed a bright red. "Oh!" He squeaked. "Okay!"

He went back in his room and quickly changed. He had not been expecting this, and part of him was still sure that it was a prank? (If it was, well, he'd deal with it later).

Pete stepped out of his room in the new suit. Gary's eyes scanned down over his body, and Pete flushed red, fidgeting nervously. "Is this... okay?"

"Its perfect." Gary told him, reaching out to grab his hand. Pete could see the faintest traces of red blush on Gary's face. "Let's go."

"Wait." Pete stopped him. Gary turned to him, looking annoyed. "For clarification. Are - are we dating now? Like, um, boyfriends."

Gary narrowed his eyes. "Ugh, that's such a stupid term."

"Well?"

"I guess. If you want to be b-words then I'm here for it." Gary glanced away from him.

Pete broke into a grin. "Okay." He said, very quiet, as happiness settled in his chest.

"Are you ready now?"

"Yeah. Yeah, let's go."

#gary smith #pete kowalski #psychofluff #peter kowalski #petey kowalski #canis canem edit #cce #bully scholarship edition #bse #bully #long post #i tried putting a read more but tumblr hates me #ask #anon

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tornrose24 · 4 years

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Looked through Dog Man: Crime and Punishment. Here are my thoughts:

-Considering how the police aren’t viewed in a positive light in America nowadays (and I do believe some are abusing their authority) I do like that at least in the Dog Man books that the fictional police force is shown as helpful and not as corrupt, both in the stories and in George and Harold’s world.

-Also, I like that the police in George and Harold’s world aren’t shown as awful as most other adults and that they actually help spread their popularity as well as buy some of their comic books.

-Ah, the Melvin hate is still a thing I see.

-Pilkey REALLY loved that claymation bit from EtoCU if he did that one part in the book.

-So looking at the theory that Petey’s dad represents Harold’s dad who is implied to be abusive. Petey says that his dad treated his mother a LOT worse, so if the theory is true, then Grace Hutchins was trapped in a very loveless marriage. (Given that she’s shown to have poor judgement in the books and the cartoon, she probably missed the clues. I know some people who also made that mistake in their relationships.)

-Given what happens later, it’s possible that Harold wants to try to forgive his dad, or else he might have moved on. And I just realized something about the whole ‘Love vs. Hate’ that connects him to Krupp. We don’t know what else was going on in book!Krupp’s life, but he clearly latched on to hate (especially in the series where he ALSO had an abusive mother). If Harold’s dad was abusive, then Harold chose love instead.

-Given that Pilkey said that he chose to forgive the people who were harsh on him in his life and moved on, I can see how it might have influenced the book.

-Also, now I’m imagining that the boys will try to forgive book!Krupp and move on before they leave JHES for good. (Because they are in 6th grade now, and it won’t be long....)

-Wait a minute. So if Petey’s dad is Harold’s dad, then Petey is basically what Harold is afraid to become and Lil’ Petey is who he is now?... Eh, probably not. I’m reading it and even I find that to be crazy impossible.

-That big purple cat... Jim was it? I wonder if the boys unintentionally based him off the version of CU that they personally knew. I’ve noticed a few things that seem to hint at it (big bodied, sweet but dumb, the whole thing with ‘Captain Cupcake.’) Then Petey’s dad tries to use a helmet on him that he claims ‘brings out your inner psyche/self’ or whatever, but it turns him dumb but makes him super strong.

-Also, I wonder if that helmet is a loose nod to the hypno ring, or at least was meant to, based on what Petey’s dad fist says about it. My interpretation was that George and Harold realized what the helmet seemed to be like and then quickly changed its effects in case anyone noticed.

#dog man #captain underpants #there's....a lot to consider here

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professional-benaddict · 4 years

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hii! so most of the time when I send a prompt or hc its something that I did bcos imma dumbass so heres another one✨✨ Little Peter going under his bed cos his inhaler was there and then getting stuck and crying for his daddies to help him and literally sobbing cos he thought he was gonna be stuck there forever😇 (I didn't actually call for help tho cos imma big girl) 👍💕✨

also I lil extra tidbit, my inhaler had been under my bed for a month and it took intense chest pain for me too finally be bothered to get it out today lol

oMgg darling!!🥺😂💓 your chaotic good energy is so strong here sksk i hope you like this!!💜💜

Peter’s inhaler is a pretty blue, which reminds him of the sky. Funny how such a small device can make it so much easier for him to breathe when his throat closes up and lungs get rigid. His Daddies have explained to him many times before how the inhaler and it’s contents work, but still Peter is quite fascinated by it. It must be magic.

Peter is laying on his bed on his tummy during his pondering and studying of his inhaler. He turns it in his hands and even shakes it to hear the clicking sounds. He doesn’t push the button though, since last time he did that his Daddy had scolded him for wasting medicine. He’d rather not get such a scolding again.

The sound of a car honking outside startles Peter, and his inhaler slips from his fingers and down to the floor. The device bounces on the carpet, and flies under the bed. With a huff, the boy realises he will have to get under the bed to retrieve his inhaler. His Daddies will scold him if he loses it, that’s for sure. Because that would be considered wasting more medicine, right?

So, Peter gets himself up and onto the floor, using his knees and elbows to snake his way under the bed. It’s a tight fit, and Peter can onto get in there if he tilts his head and keeps his shoulders down. Half way under the bed, Peter sneezes and hits his head on the boards above him. The boy yelps and feels his heart rate pick up as he grows frustrated rapidly. Luckily, he spots his inhaler and grabs it into his hand. Okay, now out. Except, he can’t.

Within a fraction of a second, Peter panics when he realises he is stuck. He tries to lift his body, but that just makes him feel even more stuck. Wiggling his feet doesn’t help much either, since his hips are under the bed too. All he can think of doing, is scream for his Daddies, and he does exactly that.

“DAADDIEEEES! Daaddieees... DAAADDIIIEEES!”

Within a few short seconds, Peter can hear two sets of heavy footsteps head to his room. Peter cries again and kicks his feet, both to show his Daddies what the emergengy is and because his body just wants to move alreadt and get free.

“Peter? What’s going on? Come on, come out of there.” Stephen says, crouching by the floor to see Peter half way under the bed.

“Ca-an’t!” Peter cries, kicking his feet again and nearly hitting Stephen in the face in the process.

“Okay, okay. We’ll get you out, baby. Just hold on.” Tony says and grabs Peter’s ankles to pull him out. After a few calculated pulls and wiggles, Tony and Stephen help Peter out from under the bed. Once he is in the sunlight again, the Daddies can see that Peter’s covered in dust.

“DA-aaddies!” Peter is still crying, although now he is crying out of relief rather than panic. He flops into Tony’s lap where he is still sat on the floor, and Stephen quickly comes to join his husband in comforting Peter.

As loudly as the boy is crying, the Daddies can’t help but chuckle softly. It was quite a sight to see Peter stuck under his bed like that, with just his little feet showing and kicking.

“Petey, baby... Did you get stuck? What happened? Why were you under there?” Stephen asks gently while stroking Peter’s back.

Sniffling loudly, Peter opens up his palm to show the inhaler he had retrieved. Oh, but at what price.

“Did you lose it under there?” Peter nods and wipes his tears with his dusty sleeve.

“Thought was gonna be stuck foreva...”

“Oh, baby...”

The Daddies chuckle again and embrace Peter together, making the boy a cacoon with their arms and bodies.

“You’ll never be stuck anywhere forever. Not while we Daddies are here to look after you. And that we will do forever. Okay?”

“’Kay. Love you, Daddies. And don’ tell Buck about this!”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, baby! And we love you too. So, so much.”

#my prompts #little!peter #daddy!tony #daddy!stephen #starkerstrange #strangespider #ironstrange #starker #tony stark x peter parker #tony stark x stephen strange #peter parker x stephen strange #peter parker #tony stark #stephen strange #ask

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rynhaswritersblock · 4 years

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internship (hc) | p.p.

summary: tony stark not only helped in bringing together a group of people to protect earth, but also in sparking young love

warnings: i love this one very cute very fun i think i cussed once? idk

+ + +

- we all know peter parker has (had????) an "internship" with tony sTaNk

- but, despite that being fake, tony does actually have an internship program

- and, luckily for you, you're one of tony's most prized interns

- the moment he looked at your resume he knew you'd be a perfect fit

- your extremely rare high level of intellect shocked him

- in fact, you were almost even smarter than the man

- the two of you bonded right away

- at this point you were able to lounge around avenger hq in sweats and no makeup

- one day tony asked you to help him on his new project

- you said yes, ofc

- much to your surprise, this project was spider-man's new suit

- of course you'd seen videos of the web-slinger on youtube (who hadn't?)

- so obviously this project made you very excited

- you got to work right away, coming to the hq everyday after school

- you and tony were extremely proud of the final product

- he asked you to program the AI for the suit (soon-to-be karen!!!!!!!)

- and that was the first time peter saw you

- you were sat on the ground, legs crossed, holograms in the air as you worked

- too focused on your work, you hadn't noticed a certain boy in the doorway

- tony was giving him the rundown on the germany trip while showing him around the place, but peter got sidetracked when he saw you in the office

- the boy stopped dead in his tracks, focus honing in on you

- luckily for you, you had put on some mascara that day

- but you were still donned in some of your best sweatpants and an old shirt from school that was way too big for you

- yet, peter parker being peter parker, couldn't help but be starstruck (STARKstruck???) when he saw you

- well, every girl in the world was gorgeous to him, for goodness sakes

- but something about you caught him off guard

- "mr. stark, who's that?" peter whispered

- an all-too-knowing smirk grew on tony's face

- "y/n!" he called - your head shot up from the holograms and towards the door, where you made immediate eye contact with peter

- it wasn't long before a small blush grew on your face

- as much as you hated to admit it, you couldn't look at a boy (or girl, too, if you're bi or anything!) anymore without mentally rating their appearance - this is what being single your entire life does to a person

- needless to say, peter parker was HIGH on the list of attractiveness

- you quickly averted your gaze to tony, grin still tugging on his lips

- "yeah?"

- "this is peter." tony responds, gesturing towards the boy

- "h-hi," peter awkwardly blurts, giving a slight wave

- "hey," you reply, maybe a bit too bReAtHlEsSlY

- a few awkward seconds pass before you give the two a slight nod and get back to your work

- tony begins walking away, dragging peter along with him

- peter hurls series of questions about you at the man, which only made tony's smirk grow

- the two of you began to have more and more awkward encounters at the tower

- most of the time, you'd be working and he'd walk by, seeing you either by coincidence or on purpose

- but sometimes you would just be lounging in the living area, stuffing pizza in your mouth as you watched harry potter

- your levels of nonchalance made peter begin to question if you were mr. stark's secret daughter

- but no one needed to know he wondered that

- the more the two of you saw each other, the more you were on each other's minds

- the small "hey"s began to turn into conversations

- the first real conversation was started by peter (which was only possible through a rare burst of confidence)

- it started with the usual "hey"s

- and then peter asked about your internship

- he saw the way your eyes lighted up when he asked the question and it made him feel warm

- the conversation sparked into more:

- "what about you?"

- "what do you mean.. what about me?" peter asked

- "why do i see you here so often?"

- "oh. uh, also... intern... ship."

- the boys heartbeat began to quicken as you raised an eyebrow at him

- "why are you looking at me like that?"

- "nothing," you smile

- the two of you talk about school and life and stuff

- after peter bids you an awkward goodbye (he has to go train to do spider things!!) he begins to make his way out of the room

- "bye, spider-man," you yell

- peter whirls around, panic present on his face

- "how did you-?"

- "i'm not an idiot, parker."

- it didn't take your genius brain to connect all the dots (especially cause sometimes when you saw him it would be right after he finished training and he'd be all sweaty?????? which made you forget how to breath just a lil??)

- the two of you began holding actual conversations more and more

- you find yourself watching videos of spider-man swinging throughout the city

- the two of you stalk each other on insta, both marveled by the pictures the other posts

- eventually you say yolo and just follow him

- he follows you back literally like two seconds later

- during one of your run-ins at hq he gets all flustered

- "you okay?"

- "yeah," peter breathes, "uh, could i, uh, if you're okay with it, could i-"

- "dude."

- "sorry. could i please get your number please?"

- a small smile grows on your face before you reach out a hand, the boy hurriedly grabbing his phone and practically shoving it at you

- you type your name in with a little smiley face and then send yourself a quick "hey"

- you found yourself giddily smiling for a solid few minutes after he left

- one day you find yourself scheming on a way to get peter over to the tower (you were bored as heck; you'd already finished your work)

- then you got an idea

- peter was over mere minutes after you texted him

- he rings the buzzer and you tell F.R.I.D.A.Y. to let him in

- "hey," he greets, breathless from the speed at which he hurried over to the tower

- "tony said i need to start doing checkups on your suit every once and a while," you say, silently thanking your acting skills

- "oh," peter nods, "okay"

- he follows you down to the lab, mask still in hand and suit flush on his body

- you reach one of the large tables, stopping and sucking in a breath before giving him a slightly expectant look

- "i.." you hesitate, "i'm gonna need your..."

-"oh!" peter says with realization

- and then realization hit again

- "uh.. i don't have any other clothes..."

- your face burns bright red before you open your mouth again

- "okay um.. either you're gonna have to hide in the bathroom until i'm done or we try to do it with you still inside the suit... it's just that there'd be a lot of touching if you choose that.." you ebb off at the end of your sentence, chewing on the inside of your lip

- peter immediately gets flustered

- "uh, we can just.. try it... with the suit on........?"

- you nod, taking a nervous step towards him and beginning to mentally berate yourself for not entirely thinking this through

- peter takes a shaky inhale and accidentally takes in the scent of your perfume

- which makes him begin to freak out a little

- you lay a wary hand on him and peter swears he's going to faint

- the two of you had never touched and peter already had a bit too huge of a crush on you

- so this was a lot for him

- and his heightened senses didn't help

- you carefully (and very awkwardly) press the spider in the middle of his chest - peter starts silently praying you can't hear/feel his heartbeat

- the suit loosens and begins to slip off of his shoulders and you gasp slightly, furiously grabbing it and pulling it up

- "sorry," you smile sheepishly

- peter just half-smiles crookedly as he watches you refocus on the suit

- you give him a wary look before reaching in through the neck and wandering your hand towards the center of the suit

- your attempts to not touch him fail

- your hand brushes against his extremely toned stomach

- the breath catches in both of your throats

- yet you somehow continue, the two of you refusing to even dare to look at each other

- to your surprise, you find a wire out of place

- peter watches as your face scrunches up a lil in focus and melts just a little bit

- your fiddling doesn't get the problem fixed and out of frustration, you tug a little bit

- which causes the suit to slip off of his shoulders

- which causes peter's entire top half to become exposed, the only thing holding the suit up being your hands grasping the wires

- a blush spreads on your cheeks like wildfire as you look down to see the waistband of peter's underwear

- a small squeak involuntarily flies out of peter's mouth, making him mentally punch himself

- your flusteredness disappears when you focus your gaze slightly, seeing red and blue figures scattered across the boy's briefs

- a small laugh falls from your lips

- peter wants to run away

- your small laughter turns into a wheeze

- poor petey just stands there awkwardly

- "pete, are those..."

- you can barely breathe as you double over in laughter

- "are those spider-man underwear????"

- the slightest and weariest of smiles begins to creep on the boy's face

- "maybe..?" he says quietly, voice high

- "that's the best thing i've seen all day"

- eventually you focus again and fix his suit, the uncomfortable atmosphere getting replaced by the two of you joking around

- ever since that day the two of you would become a bit more touchy

- also almost forgot to mention that tony was watching the security camera that day and saw e v e r y t h i n g and loved it

- like peter would join you in watching movies after the two of you finished your work at hq

- you'd joke around by stacking your legs on top of each other and kicking each other

- your laughter literally made him so happy

- and you felt the same way about his

- one time you were watching a scary movie (peter intentionally made this happen so you would hopefully want to cuddle)

- a jump scare freaked you the FCK out and you immediately grabbed his hand - even though you cursed yourself, it made peter's day

- probably his whole month

- or life

- every time you got scared, you somehow gravitated closer to the boy, hands still laced together

- by the end of the movie you were curled into him, his arm around you and your head on his shoulder, legs hung over his

- and then the next day you two saw each other and literally pRETENDED THAT NOTHING HAD HAPPENED

- this made the avengers (who had caught onto y'alls chemistry very quickly) quite upset

- the group would tease you two so much kjvhgcjvkl it like wasn't even funny

- when peter discovered his AI (karen!! "hello?? hELLO????") (if you know the exact part i'm talking about i LOVE YOU)

- he immediately thought about you

- "wow, y/n really outdid herself”

- "yes, she did. also, she says hi." the AI responded

- "oh! uhh, i say hi back!"

- (pure angel)

- alright folks now i'm gonna get a little less detailed because i'm past 2000 words at this point and i think we can all tell that i got a bit carried away but let's keep going!

- essentially, the two of you just kept getting closer

- despite the two of you going to different schools, you still had fun lil study parties

- eventually you migrated from the tower and went to each others houses

- peter LOVES your room because it's literally you

- and same goes vice versa

- one day you were walking to the subway to get to the tower after school (beautiful fall afternoon, btw) and peter swung by and scooped you up

- you screamed a little at the beginning but then got used to it and and had fun and just kinda giggled in his ear the rest of the time

- peter began to worry a little as he swung through the city bc he was so enamored by your laughter all he wanted to do was stop on a roof and kiss you

- and then the idea sparked in his head that he could

- he panicked a little because you two were just buildings away from the tower

- and with one huge swing he landed the two of you on some random roof

- you slipped off of him, eyebrows furrowed as you looked around you

- "pete? this isn't the tow-"

- the boy ripped off his mask (which hurt his nose a little if he was being honest) and stepped towards you, quickly pressing his lips against yours and pulling away just as fast

- "holy shit, dude," you whisper after a moment, head spinning

- "holy shit?" he asks nervously

- "holy shit."

- you let out an ungodly snort and wheeze, smiles breaking on both of your faces and you let your head drop, pressing it into peter's chest

- you felt him laugh against you and you realized how happy you were (and lowkey hated how cliche it felt but it's fine)

- when you finally caught your air and pulled your head away, the two of you looked at each other with the most shit-eating, cliche, best-friends-turned-something-more smiles

- after a second, with the most boyish grin that made your heart melt, peter asked,

- "wanna make out?"

- "peter!" + + +

peter parker has my entire heart

#peter parker #tom holland #peter parker imagines #marvel #mcu #spiderman #peter parker x reader #spiderman x reader #fanfic #fluff #writing #peter #parker #thomas holland

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candle-light-writings · 5 years

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Magnetic

Colossus x Mutant!Reader

Summary: You were up early in the morning practising with your powers: magnetism. Piotr finds you awake and decides to keep you company.

Word count: 2.0K+

A/N: oof I’m so happy of getting this one out. I have so many fic ideas, but they’re just taking me a while to write (cuz I like to write them long & have got no patience). Hopefully I can get the next fic out in a few days. Hope you enjoy ;u;

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5:30 AM

It was way too early in the morning, but you decided to start the day. At this time, it was still dark and quiet -which you liked. You were outside in the garden, wearing gym attire, already sitting on a mat and breathing slowly. There wasn’t anything important to do, except to teach a class later in the afternoon. For that particular class, it was a team building lesson, which they had to “capture” you. Though they didn’t like the idea of working together, so you had to make it more fun and simple. Which lead to a simple game of “tag”.

All they had to do was tag you. Which they’ve failed twice so far. You chuckled to yourself as you began to stretch.

You thought it would be nice to warm up outside because its quietness allowed you to concentrate on coming up with a plan yourself. After failing the second time, the kids were desperate to take you down. So desperate that you found them in small groups around the mansion- strategizing on how to get around your mutation.

Your mutation?

Magnetism.

Sure, Wade poked fun at you- calling you Lil’ Magneto for example- but you found ways to utilise your power efficiently and (probably) creatively. Students thought that you would grab whatever objects you were surrounded by and just throw it at them.

That was the beauty of your powers. With some experimenting, trial and error, and doing that daily grind from the start, you had a few tricks up your sleeve.

While you were stretching, you heard footsteps approach you. You opened your eyes to meet your large, muscular, steel friend. He was already in his uniform and he was surprised to see you.

“You’re up early, Y/N.” Piotr said. Hearing his thick Russian accent never fails to make you smile.

“Same goes to you.” You chuckled and lifted your lower body in the air, positioning yourself in a head stand. You knew that Piotr was an early riser, but you didn’t know that he was awake around this time. Without further exchange, Piotr went to sit beside you. It was common that you two spend a lot of time together. You understood each other well and a deep bond was made during your earlier years.

“You preparing for the class?” Piotr asked.

You breathed out, trying to maintain balance.

“Yeah, and I’m also thinking about what they might do. One of them almost got me-“ you grunted, “-but I don’t think they’ve realised they’re not actually working together. Whenever we start, they’re always charging at me with their powers and such.” You carefully brought your lower half back on the ground and laid there on your stomach. “It’s cute, but not effective.” You said, sitting up and grabbing a pouch full of coins that you brought with you.

“I found them brainstorming yesterday, but I reckon not all of it will go according to plan. We’ll see.” You grinned. “Why’re you here, Pete?” You asked, giving a quizzical look.

Piotr smiled timidly and looked down at his lap. “I was going to workout, but found you here. Thought I would enjoy the quiet morning with you.” He explained while you shook out the contents of the pouch onto your palm, not really hearing the last couple words. The coins began to levitate from your hand. Piotr watched in awe.

“You’ve improved a lot, Y/N.” He said, hinting how proud he was of you.

“Yeah... I have.” You took the moment to reminisce on how far you’ve come since the first time you discovered your abilities. When you first came to the X-Mansion, you had a lot of trouble getting a hold of your powers. You would randomly act as a magnet and every metallic object near you would suddenly charge at you. Moments of these required a lot of running because there would be knives following you.

There was also that time when Piotr was armoured up and was attached to you for an uncomfortable half-an-hour.

That being said, when he first met you and learned you had magnetic abilities, he knew that you were his weakness. In your case, you thought that you were a burden to him (which he never thought). This lead to you being partnered up with him during training sessions because the Professor believed it was possible for you and him to work together.

From there, you would use your powers to give Piotr a boost, or to pull him back whenever he was in danger. It wasn’t much, but Piotr told you countless times that he wouldn’t be alive if it weren’t for you, especially in those ‘life or death’ moments. That’s how your friendship kept growing.

The more you trained together, the more you could build upon your own skills. You learned how to deal with larger and heavier objects, without fainting, while Piotr... he hasn’t found a way to combat your magnetism. Let’s just say that him being armoured down was his only option.

Not only did the two of you feel stronger working together, you became close. Aside from all of the training, missions, and now, teaching, you would hang out.

A lot.

The garden was where you usually met up. He would sit down somewhere and draw while you laid down next him with some coins lazily swirling around in the air. Or just fall asleep. You felt at home in each other’s presence. Moreover, safe. Piotr would try to find you whenever you weren’t in the same room as him in the mansion. He liked being with you as much as you liked being with him.

From hanging out in the garden, it moved to each other’s rooms. There was this unyielding love that kept growing, and neither of you said anything. There were a few signs that the two of showed that you loved each other, but neither weren’t seeing it. It was too subtle. From the compliments and encouragement you and him exchanged, and the things Piotr would give and do for you, both of you have been wanting to be together.

With Piotr, he didn’t want to admit- actually, no- he couldn’t admit it. It’s a shame that his shyness brought him down. There was this strong connection you felt for each other, but didn’t know how or when to say it.

Thinking about how much you love being with Piotr caused you to lose yourself from controlling the coins.

“Y/N?” Piotr watched you zone out as the coins were now spinning rapidly in circles.

“Y/N, you okay?” Piotr carefully tapped your shoulder. Once you realised what you were doing, the coins flew everywhere as you snapped your attention him, wide-eyed, as if you just ignored every single thing about whatever he was talking about.

“Huh? I-I’m Sorry- I didn’t mean to ignore you- did you say something?”

“Bozhe moi, your coins.” He said. Feeling the absence of your tiny weapons, you brought them back by attracting them wherever they’ve scattered off to.

“So what were you saying?” You made sure your mind didn’t wander off.

“I didn’t say anything,” He laughed and patted your head. “but, I wanted to say that you should go easy on them this time.” Piotr said. He was referring to your class.

“Oh. Piotr, I know they’re kids, but I think now is a good time for them to learn persistence, and that people work best when they work together. Only if they put the effort.” You patted his arm. “That’s what happened with us. Didn’t it?” You smiled at him like he would remember the late nights and long hours of figuring out how you could benefit each other by testing and playing around with your powers. Not only did you want to be independent, you wanted to make sure that you were able to help others.

“...You’re right. That wasn’t fun, but was worth it.” He agreed.

“And you’ve also got fifteen kids against one adult.” You added. “One who is fully capable of taking care of themselves.” Piotr pointed out. You didn’t know if he was complimenting you, in a way, but judging by his playful tone, but you shrugged it off.

“Petey, these kids are smarter than you think. They know they have a lot of potential, and as their third try, I have a feeling that they’ve got a good chance.” You grinned then checked your watch.

6:20 AM

You wanted to play around with the coins a bit more, to see what you could do in the lesson. However, you took Piotr’s advice on taking it easy.

When you first gave this task to the students, you’ve never had so much fun in your life. How you would run all over the mansion, dodge the students, and seeing their determination, you might’ve taken it a bit too seriously. In fact, Piotr knew what you were doing with the students because he saw you run away from them.

“How about we have breakfast?” You offered, putting the coins back into the pouch. Piotr smiled and nodded.

“That sounds nice. I’ll cook for you. I don’t have anything to do today.” He said as he stood up and waited for you to pack up everything. He was such a sweetheart. He was so kind and giving to you that you felt like you don’t deserve it. You saved him countless times, but so has he. You had to do something special.

Which gave you an idea.

You didn’t like using your powers on him when you were at the mansion, but you had no choice and wanted to surprise him. Right here. Right now.

Just this once.

After you’ve finished rolling the mat, Piotr began to walk. Expecting you to follow him, you lifted your hand up and began working your magic.

“Huh-?” You giggled as Piotr tried to move onwards as this sudden force was holding him back. “Y/N, is that you- ah!” When he turned around, you were able to pull him with ease.

Come here, Petey. You grinned as Piotr was standing in front of you. You were pleased that you knew when to withdraw your magnetism and he didn’t knock you over.

“You should stop being in defense mode whenever I’m around.” You joked. With that, Piotr laughed lightly as he did what you said. Then, with caution, he leaned forward and gently pressed his lips against your forehead. You froze.

Oh, how bad you wanted to have an intimate moment like this. After all these years of wanting to be with him, and likewise, you finally take it all in.

“I love you very much, Y/N.” Piotr’s voice rang through your ears.

You stepped back and stared at him, shocked. Did he just… You opened your mouth, thinking how you were going to respond.

“I...I…” Piotr waited patiently for your response- anticipating that you might say I love you too.

“I was going to say that!” You finally say, blushing furiously. You then shoved your face in your hands, hiding your embarrassment. That was your last minute surprise. You were going to pull him to you, kiss him, and say ‘I love you’.

Looks like he beat you to it.

Piotr’s heart dropped for a second, but thought about what you just said and watched how you were acting all flustered- he couldn’t help but smile apologetically. It was cute how you wanted to say it first. Well, at least he knows you love him. He then felt your arms wrapping around his waist and you burying your face in his chest.

“I love you so much, Petey.” You mumbled. Your heart was beating hard as you were meaning to say that for a long time and finally did. “I really do.” You added.

Touched by your confession, Piotr revealed how much he loves you.

“You are very beautiful, strong, smart, and everything you do amazes me.” He began. “There is something about your power that makes you so-”

“Attractive?” You smiled weakly, letting go of him.

“Well...actually...yeah. Attractive.” He chuckled, whether that pun was intended or not. “Come on, let’s go back inside.” Piotr said, holding his hand out to you. You thought about carrying him back using your powers, but you discarded the idea and walked beside him. Hand in hand.

Like metal attracted by a magnet.

#colossus x reader #colossus imagine #piotr rasputin x reader #piotr rasputin #colossus #fuuu i'm so tired #moving on to the next fic uwu

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of-storms-and-sadness · 5 years

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Of Storms And Sadness 2

Chapter 2

There was a girl once in Daryl Dixon’s life. She was his almost, but as life is, it teared her away from him long before she could become more than that. Years later, in the midst of all the chaos of the dead world, Mae Peterson walks right back into Daryl’s life, when he needs her most. Problem is, Mae is now one of Negan’s wives.

Though the girl never faltered in renouncing the life of comfort and safety beside Negan, risking her own life in order to give Daryl his freedom back, will that be enough to bring the two back together?

Pairing: none so far (Daryl x OC eventually)

Warnings: Language (Mae does slightly overuse the word fuck and she tends to get quite creative with her insults ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ), violence, death (mention), sexual assault attempt mention, self deprecating thoughts

Words: 1613

Chapters: 2/?

Notes: There’s no Dixon brothers in this chapter (though they are both mentioned), hope that won’t be a deal breaker. However, Mae meets Negan, and the way she meets the man will greatly affect her future opinion of him, as well as her decision to become one of his wives. She’s not blind, though. Or is she? // This thing was supposed to be posted yesterday, but I had a couple of crazy days (like, the craziest, most stresful week I had in a while if I’m being honest) and I’m just late with everything!

Mae's head was pulsating, the bright light penetrating through the small window on her left bothering her eyes as she blinked them open, adjusting to it not the easiest thing. She wondered how long she'd been out. "Merle?" mumbled words left her sore throat, raspy and barely above a whisper.

A thud echoed nearby and she heard footsteps approaching, but they never came close enough - "Oh, well, about time. Rise and shine, lil’ lady." Perhaps she could rise, but she doubted she looked anywhere near to shiny.

Still stunned, Mae chuckled, founding funny how the words sounded exactly like something Merle would say, but the voice felt detached, in a way, as if it belonged to someone else. Almost like -- well, shit! Her eyes flew open, the bright light feeling like fire to her pupils, scanning the room she was in, though her sight was still blurry. A shadowy figure was standing in the corner, locks of hair making it obvious that the man was not Merle.

Mae groaned slightly, rising up, the whole room spinning like a carousel. "Where's Merle?" she asked the man approaching her carrying something in his hands. Giving her the mug, he shrugged. "Don't know who that is, doll."

A chamomile tea, a fucking luxury in these times, Mae thought, as she first inhaled and then took a sip of aromatic fluid, jumbling it in her mouth, the taste causing a silent mmm to leave her chapped lips, bringing back memories of quiet nights on her porch. The nights she used to spend alone, or rather the ones when Daryl would keep her company, joining her when Merle and Les would fall dead asleep, speckled through their living room like lifeless ragdolls. Head full of worries, her eyes flew back up to the stranger, wanting to know what happened with Merle. "A friend -” Never in her life would Mae have guessed that once a day would come when she’d call Merle Dixon a friend, yet here she was. And when she said it, it was not just a label to put on Merle when trying to explain who he was to a stranger, it was the truth. With time, Merle Dixon had become her friend. Kinda what happens when you go through thick and thin with someone, always having each other’s back. Merle was still an asshole, still annoyed the shit outta her, but he was a loyal and protective one, and it was enough. In the world as it was now, it was almost everything. “-He was with me, out on that clearing. I lost him and I fell, I guess it was you that helped me. Thought it was him." Shit. She didn't want Merle to be hurt or dead. He was a lucky bastard though, it’s what gave her hope he was fine out there, somewhere.

"Didn't see no one else." The man replied poorly, sitting on the sofa across from her, before he continued. "You're damn lucky we found you, young lady. Were this close to becoming walker food."

A troubled sigh left Mae's lips, silence filling the small room, as both the stranger and her sat there quietly for a moment, right before Mae’s curiosity pushed the crippling worry to side.

"Who are you? What is this place?" Questions popped out of her mouth one after another, the man - Damien - patiently answering each and every one of them. "Negan told me to keep an eye on you until you woke up, so I guess it's time for me to go find him."

"Wait, who's Negan?"

"Well, the boss. You'll meet him in a moment, let me fetch someone to keep you company while you wait."

And just like that, the tall blonde man was out of the room. Mae leaned back, body sinking into the back lean of the couch. Her eyes circled around, scrutinizing her surroundings. The room was not large or particularly fancy, but it was cozy enough. The couch she was now sitting on was leaned to the wall, with a sofa across from it, a small coffee table between the two. There was another table, with two chairs, on the other side of the room, as well as some cabinets filled with all the kitchen stuff. The light penetrating through the smallish window on her left was now fading, making it known that the day was coming to its end.

Doors flew open, making Mae turn her head incautiously following the sound, her vision distorting again at the sudden movement.

"Didn't mean to startle you." The man said, his voice sounding strangely familiar. Then he paused for a moment, eyes devouring the blonde. "Have I seen you before? I think I've seen you before."

Mae wondered the same, as she watched him approach, a mountain of a person, but her head was still spinning, and she couldn’t quite place him. It felt like a blast from the past, the voice that stayed the same, while the body aged and changed. When the man leaned down towards her, their faces inches apart, it's when recognition hit her. The familiar face was now marked with a scar or two more, skin dry and tanned, a fair amount of facial hair hiding his thin lips, as well as the scar she once gifted him with. But eyes, those were equally dark, equally haunting. Mae pulled herself back, arms wrapping around her knees and teeth chewing on her lower lip. For a moment or so, she thought the man will not recognize her, she caught herself wishing she looked fucked-up beyond recognition, but as she pulled back, he kept coming closer, finally cornering her on the couch, large hands blocking her from both sides.

"Well, well, well. Isn't life just so funny, little Mae Peterson?" he purred to her ear, eyes circling the room. "And no hillbillies to save your pretty little ass this time."

Where the fuck was Damien with this Negan guy?! What the fuck takes them so long? Moments passed, but they seemed like hours. Mae caught herself wishing for Merle to come running through that door, throwing some nasty comment her way, for though she was never a fan of the older Dixon brother, the thing she knew even before she grew fond of him was that he was far from being the worst of her brother’s "friends". This guy, on the other hand, was as bad as they make them.

"Get your dirty claws off of me, Pete." Mae growled in desperation, but it made Pete chuckle darkly, only creeping closer. His breath tickled her collar bone, and she could feel his lips almost touching her skin, hand covering her mouth before the thought of screaming for help even managed to reach her panicked mind. It's just the way things always were, no decent guy ever dared to lay eyes on her, being a sister of a drug dealer not really an advantage in life.

But guys like this, they always dared. And it made Mae sick, made her feel weak all over again, adding fuel to the re-waking wildfire of her insecurities, encouraging the tricks her mind was starting to pull on her once more, as the words she heard way too many times through her life replayed in her head - That's all you're good for, anyway. Who could ever like you? You're useless. Ugly. Stupid girl.

Doors flying open startled her captor, giving Mae the chance to pull her hand out of his grip, not missing the opportunity to slam her fist to his jaw.

"Well damn," the approaching man said with a cackle, the sudden fear in Pete's eyes catching Mae's attention, "Petey, Petey, Petey...is this how we treat ladies here?"

Pete pulled up to his feet, leaving Mae curled up in the corner, her eyes growing wide as he turned towards the other man, dropping down to his knees.

"The bitch provoked me, boss." Fucking lying fuck.

"Oh did you, doll?" the stranger asked, hazel eyes staring Mae down. She shook her head fiercely, words stuck in her throat.

"You see, Petey. The lady here says you're one big lying son of a bitch."

"I'm sorry, sir. Won't happen again." Pete answered with a shaky voice.

"It sure as fuck won't, I do believe you, buddy. But you see, Lucille here," the man said, raising a barbed-wire-wrapped baseball bat and pointing it towards Pete, "she doesn't buy your bullshit."

There was a sinister sound to his voice, Mae's eyes stuck on Pete, noticing how the asshole was now trembling, feeling an unusual urge of satisfaction just from seeing him like that. Her lips spread into a smirk, eyes darting up towards the man in charge. He smiled back, the tone of his voice turning playful, as his eyes switched back to the guy kneeling in front of him. "But don't you worry, Petey boy, Lucille ain't too thirsty today."

Mae could see Pete's shoulders sinking, body turning more relaxed, only to notice him stiffening again as the other man continued - "She is damn angry, though. But let's go for a walk now, shall we? We do not want to freak the lady out."

As the two left the room, door closing shut behind them, Mae wondered what it was that got Pete that scared. Not that she cared, she wanted him scared. Distant rumble coming from the hallway disturbed her thought flow, and before she knew it, the door flew back open, a playful voice ripping the silence to shreds. "Well, now that that sorry fuck was dealt with, it's about time I introduce myself. Name's Negan."

Mae's name came out a whisper, eyes stuck on the blood dripping from Negan's baseball bat, Lucille, giving her a hint of how the sorry fuck was dealt with. And even though it crept Mae out, knowing she won't be seeing Pete's face ever again also provided a certain relief, a feeling rather unsettling, since a man needed to die for her to feel safe.

So, here’s that. Will we see Merle again?

As for Daryl, that’ll be soon. Promise :)

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