#building legos is v relaxing

[lucyllawless]

Saturday afternoons be like…

[deanbrainrotwritings]

—  GIMME HALF

REQUEST : “hi!! I was wondering if you could maybe write an age gap (legal obv) with female!reader × dean winchester where the reader is like in her 20s and dean's in his 40s :) just some rough smut with choking and hair pulling and spitting (if you're comfortable with it) and dean being like super "hungry" for her, like he's waited a long time for it to happen. also lots of dirty talks cause i absolutely love them hahah :) anyways im in love with your writing and all your stories! thanks a lot! <3” — anonymous

PAIRING : dean winchester x professor!reader (f.)

CHARACTERS : miracle, sam winchester

WARNINGS/TAGS : explicit(18+), angst, enemies to lovers, age gap, voyeurism, smut, oral sex, p in v, praise kink, choking, hair pulling, dacryphilia, rough sex, spitting

WORD COUNT : 8.4k

A/N : devil wears prada song title. @spnkinkevents : #12daysofspnkinkmas2023 — chair sex and food play. I wrote this half-asleep while listening to ASMR, like… that’s how I write most of my stories, plus, they’re always written between 00.00-02.40. Doctor Who references, ‘cause I’m a nerd. I got carried away…. Cliffhanger bc I’m cruel.

There were countless pros and cons to having houses built so close together with windows facing the same direction. 

Pros: Accidentally seeing your hot neighbour walk around naked in the living room and kitchen. Accidentally catching your hot neighbour jerk off when they think that everyone’s asleep.

Yup, she’s seen all of that and more. All from that nameless, freckled, green-eyed man next door. 

Even wholesome things, like him playing with his cute dog, babying the little rascal and spoiling it. Him cooking and baking, being wholeheartedly content with feeding it to the tall, Hazel-eyed puppy dog of a man, the tall man’s gorgeous deaf wife, and his tiny adorable son; the blue-eyed, dreamy dude in a trench coat; and that endearing young boy with blue eyes who looked like a combination of all three of the men. 

There were times where she’d seen the green-eyed man dressed as a cowboy and even a princess to entertain the little baby boy—his nephew. For sleepovers with him, he’d read him bedtime stories while being completely animated. He’d build a bunch of forts, with sheets, the couch, pillows, and some Christmas lights. He'd talk to the little boy and hold serious conversations despite neither of them being able to understand each other. He’d teach the young boy and the baby boy how to fix cars—at least he tried to. He’d pack his best friends' lunches every morning with his hair unkempt, half asleep, while sipping on some coffee. He’d even take naps with the baby, treating him as his own son. 

He’d do ridiculously endearing things, too, such as baking bread at night when he couldn’t sleep. He'd read books only when he was alone, as if he’d be made fun of by his friends, and she finally understood why. They were either romantic, erotic, or completely nerdy and abstract. He had range. He’d watch cheesy soap operas and rom-com k-dramas when he did chores. He loved to collect things such as Pokémon cards and even legos. 

There were a million things he did that she thought were cute. The windows into his house were like the screens of a television, like her favourite character, she got to see him when he’s relaxed and surrounded only by those who love him 

As for the cons, we’ll get to that…

When they first moved in, it was about three and a half years ago. She’d been visiting her family in Kansas City for her oldest brother’s birthday in June. 

When she returned to Lebanon, they had already settled down. There was a brown and beige Ford pickup truck, a black Subaru—both parked in the front, and a sleek black Impala in the driveway.

The youngest, Jack, waved at her one day when he returned with Cas after buying groceries. Then, Cas awkwardly introduced himself and Jack, and gave her the names of the other two men who were brothers, Sam is the tall one and Dean was the freckled one. 

Sam was the most social one. He’d spark up conversation with her whenever he saw her, dropping bits and pieces of information about himself, his brother, his fiancée, Cas, Jack, and Dean’s loyal dog, Miracle. 

After seven months of living together, Sam moved out with his wife, Eileen. They’d just gotten married, and they both invited her. She’d gone, the wedding was pretty, cute, and modest. Y/n had spoken to a few of their close family and friends. Dean, however, kept to himself the whole night as if he were grieving. He’d smile occasionally if any of his friends came to him, he was enthusiastic, and then he'd go back into himself.

Four months later, Sam and EIleen returned; she was pregnant. It was a boy, he’d planned on naming him after his big brother, which Y/n thought was adorable. He hadn’t told his brother, but planned on telling him the day his son was born.

Y/n could tell Dean had mixed feelings about his brother’s departure, mostly negative feelings. He loved Eileen and his nephew. But when it was just him, Cas, and Jack, he'd often drink, despite concerned, useless interventions with Cas. Unless Sam, Eileen, and his nephew were there. He’d never even glance at that top-shelf cupboard.

The good thing was that at least Dean was a happy drunk.

The first time she interacted with Dean was a few weeks after she’d returned from Kansas City, she assumed two things: his heart was closed off to new people, and he’s one hot, irritating, grumpy, sour, old man.

It was the spring semester at Kansas University. Y/n was grading her students’ creative, personal essays in the office downstairs. She was perplexed by the small percentage of her students and their inability to use proper grammar or follow the thorough, detailed checklist she created to get them to pass easily. 

Just when she thought she’d gotten great at making their lives easy, they return the shittiest, half-assed essays. She felt bad for the bad grades, but since the rest of her students managed to get perfect scores or at least proficient scores, she couldn’t just let them pass. 

Loud banging on the door startled her from reading an impressive essay. Her blood ran cold and she scrambled up from her rolling chair, ignoring that she pushed it halfway across the room. 

Her socked feet were quiet on the wooden floor, making her way quickly down the hallway until she got to the shelf where she kept her gun. She pressed it against the door and looked through the peephole, then relaxed when she saw Dean.

She was irritated by the loud knocking, though, regardless of how cute he looked when he was clearly pissed off. She opened the door and set the gun down on the table where she usually placed her keys.

“Lady, have you seen the mess you made outside?” Dean asked her, pointing behind him. She stared at him, stunned by how much prettier he looked up close. Her cheeks turned hot, but she looked past him trying to see whatever he was pointing at. 

She looked at her red Mustang parked in the front as a reminder to restock the kitchen, then looked close to where his house was. She winced at the mud and the running water from her hose going into his nice lawn.

“Shit,” she murmured, toeing her socks off before moving past Dean to turn the hose off. She got distracted by the mud and the puddles as she pulled the hose, and coiled it back where it should have been. It’s been a while since she last let her bare feet feel this beneath, the smell of wet dirt was amazing, even when it wasn’t caused by rainfall.

“Do you always do shit like this?” He asked from behind, his tone harsh. 

She frowned when she turned to look at his furious face, careful to not touch her forehead with her muddy hands when she used her wrist to move hair away from her face.  

“I’m sorry,” she apologised, tilting her head at him. He just rolled his eyes at her, then he stared at his lawn, and ran his hand down his face. “Did I do somethin’ else to piss you off?” She asked, looking around to see if there’s anything else she may have forgotten.

“One, your cat’s too damn loud, crying and meowing for my damn dog when you let him out,” he started, which made her blink in confusion. She didn’t expect something like that to get on his nerves. “And B, why the hell do you have cameras facing my place?” 

She narrowed her eyes at him, her ego being injured fueled her anger and defensiveness. “Okay, listen, Doctor Who, I said I was sorry, okay?” She could tell her words stunned him by the furrowing of his brows in bewilderment, disarming him and shutting him up. “It’s not my fault your dog likes my cat, too. And the cameras are off, they’re there to scare people, so fuck off,” she snapped before she stop herself. 

Dean scoffed at her, “fuck you.” She rolled her eyes at him this time, staring daggers into his back when he turned around to get to his home.

“If you’d fuck me, maybe you wouldnt be such an asshole.” Her snide words made him freeze. He laughed dryly and he turned to face her once more, her arms crossed over her chest.

“Pretty sure I’d still hate you, sweetheart,” he chuckled, crossing his own arms. That stung, even if she didn’t know him personally and half the time she spent romanticising him based on the little bit of information she had. “And I’d rather go fuck some other chick.” She clenched her jaw and breathed in slowly, angry heat began rising up her neck the faster her heart started to beat.

Entirely unintended, she venomously spat, “according to your brother, you haven’t been lucky enough, and you’re not going to be.”

“You talking to my brother about my sex life?” He stepped closer to her, his nostril flaring in anger. Betrayal and hurt crossed his features and she realised her mistake.

“No, just overheard him ‘cause you’re an overbearing douchebag,” she lied smoothly. Truth was, Sam and Eileen did accidentally—drunkenly—tell her how hard it was for Dean to maintain a serious relationship for more than three months. They don’t remember sharing that information. It was easy for her to casually ask about Dean’s love life and availability, masking her attraction to Dean as mere surprise as to how the younger brother got married before the older one. “Makes sense now why no one will sleep with you,” she laughed mockingly, stepping closer to him defiantly.

His face was red now, too. Angry, offended, he rolled his eyes at her smug face and body language. “You don’t know shit about me.”

“Sure, yeah, if that makes you feel better,” she snorted, patting his very nice, broad shoulder with her muddy hand as she made her back into her house. Preoccupied by the small mud-print on his beige Henley, he couldn’t get the last word in or stop her from leaving him flustered in her swampy driveway.

That was the start of a horrible relationship with her neighbour. The neighbour she had a crush on. 

He found all kinds of reasons to complain. Big and small. And she secretly did things to piss him off, occasionally sabotaging his plans. 

The thing was that deep down, she still liked him, but he made her so angry and frustrated. And it felt good to see him angry and frustrated by things she caused either on purpose or accidentally. Any attention was better than no attention.

Eventually, that all changed. The fun, the it’s-better-than-nothing feeling, it didn’t last. Fourteen months later, she stopped the cruel games and decided to avoid him completely. 

When her friends offered to take her out, she agreed, even if she wanted to stay home. If Dean was home, she made sure to never say no to them, and sometimes she’d offer to take them out. Wherever.

She’d started to grade at the cafe, library, or the diner, even if Dean went to all those places often. At least he wouldn’t say anything there around all those people. 

When she grew closer to Sam, Cas, and Jack, she’d find excuses not to go over to Dean’s when they offered either food, game nights, movie nights, or random hangouts. They started to notice too—the tension, the avoidance, the hostility—and they’d go over to her place instead, often without Dean, who’d choose to go out to avoid staying home alone.

It was awful. The rejection started to hurt, yet, he had her heart in the palm of his hand. Deep down, she knew that Dean wasn’t a bad person; he just didn’t like her.

Eventually, Dean ended his animosity, too, and everything went back to ‘normal’. She slowly started to reject offers from her friends to test the water, stayed home to grade, and didn't permit her cat to leave even if it cried for an escape. If she took him out, it was with a leash she eventually got him to get used to.

They ignored each other when they crossed paths—in the driveway, at the grocery store, at diners, at the cafe. They acted like complete strangers. She’d keep her curtains closed, at least she did for the windows that face his house. She made her presence as unnoticeable and as invisible as she could to prevent causing more damage to each other.

Then, about two months ago, on Halloween, Sam, Eileen, Cas, and Jack went to her house to collect candy. Sam made a point of staying back while the rest of them walked to where Dean was waiting—looking anywhere but at her house—to convince her to go to his and Eileen’s place for Thanksgiving. 

He was honest, cute, wide hazel eyes attempting to convince her to try and make amends with Dean. She didn’t doubt it, when he told her that Dean felt guilty, but her pride was bruised, and her heart was broken. She told Sam she would be visiting her own family for that holiday. She omitted that she’d be going to her mother’s house a few miles away, still in Lebanon. And she easily convinced her mother to let her stay the rest of the week until she had to go back to work.

Now, Christmas was near—in four days, to be exact. It wasn’t the holiday spirit that made her change her mind, it was the hurt and the exhaustion of planning her life around avoiding Dean. 

So, she called Sam, she asked if he could do anything to get Dean alone tomorrow. 

For the rest of the day, she would start to prepare everything—even though it was Dean who created the mess—she was willing to make the first move and hopefully meet him halfway. 

She couldn’t lie that she felt embarrassed by how excited she was to see Dean. She couldn't even differentiate the meaning of the butterflies in her stomach, but she powered through her fluttering heart and her shaking hands as she prepared everything before going to see him.

She considered not doing it at all, calling it quits—but the consequences of that quickly made her miserable. That would just mean more avoidance, more hiding, more changing everything about herself to make him happy.

All of this over one little misunderstanding. One bad day where her mouth ran without consulting her brain first ruined what could have otherwise been a good friendship—perhaps even a romantic relationship.

She was twenty-six and just like Dean, she hadn’t had a serious relationship since… Well, ever. The last time someone convinced her to date them was in highschool, and even before that, it took her a month—or less—to figure out she wanted nothing to do with them. She didn’t like the people she dated. She realised quickly that she didn’t even want a future with them, she didn’t even allow them to kiss her or touch her. So she figured that if she didn’t want to marry them, what was the point of wasting her time?

For so long, the first thing she thought of when she felt attracted to someone was: can I stand the thought of their touch? Can I see myself kissing them, letting them kiss me? Can I stand the thought of the fights and staying with them through thick and thin? Can I picture myself with them in the future, permanently?

The answer was always ‘no’ and the attraction died immediately after the realisation. 

With Dean, the answer was different. Not for some stupid reason, like fate, or the boy-next-door trope. No. This was reality, and the real reason was the fact that she got to see who he was before she was attracted to him. 

It was the selflessness, the love in everything that he did, the gentleness of his heart, the kindness that radiated from him, and the ease in the way he did chores, the way he made his friends laugh, his playfulness, the loyalty, the way he was clearly protective. 

It was the open windows of her house into his open windows that let her see through him, down to his very beautiful core. It was the lack of hidden things, the openness of his soul because he felt safe, unwatched. It was real because Cas, Jack, and Sam were proof that even though Dean wasn’t perfect, he was worth it.

The Doctor did say once: the good things don’t always soften the bad things, but vice-versa, the bad things don’t necessarily spoil the good things and make them unimportant. 

For the first time, she was willing to take a chance.

She smoothed down the silky emerald-green dress. It was pretty, flowing down her body perfectly, stopping at the middle of her calves…. Actually, now that she looked at herself in the mirror, her curls perfectly maintained, the light touch of makeup, the heels… was it too much?

She ignored those anxious thoughts and made sure she had everything she needed and everything that she prepared before stepping out into the cold.

The spaghetti straps didn’t stop the cold, but the heat of her nervousness at least did something as she walked up to his door and waited after knocking gently. 

When he opened the door, he was stunned to see her.

“What?” He asked bluntly. 

She could tell that the way she was dressed caught him off guard. His eyes moved from her face, up to her hair, back down to the boxes in her hands, and lower to her feet. 

“I’ve got pie,” she said the first thing her mind thought of. Yes, it was blunt, yes, it disarmed him further… It was not smooth, but Dean looked behind him, and then he looked at her once more while biting his lip before opening the door wider, and stepping out of the way for her to enter. 

She exhaled shakily as he scratched the back of his neck. Out of habit, she slipped out of her heels before stepping inside his home, planting her bare feet on the soft, long rug he had. He kindly, wordlessly, took her heels from outside and placed them on the shoe rack he had inside before shutting the door behind her.

She felt so… warm. Finally, she was inside the place she longed to be in. Right where Dean was. Along the walls there were dozens of pictures, but she didn’t go too far, she waited for him.

She felt his presence behind her and it made her shiver, but she couldn’t bring herself to look back at him. Instead, she stared at photos of him with Cas, Sam, Jack, and other people she hadn’t met. Women and Men. Dean was smiling in all of them. And in a large majority of them, they were looking at him while he looked at the camera. 

What a funny thing. 

“Here,” he said from behind her, his deep voice sounded soft, gentle, unlike the last time they spoke to each other. It made her shudder. “Let me help.” She slowly braced herself when she turned around, staring into his beautiful green eyes, illuminated magically by Christmas lights. 

“Thanks,” she whispered, carefully loosening her grip on the objects in her hand for him to take what he wanted—which was everything. 

She stepped to the side when he murmured, “no problem,” and started to walk off to the kitchen. She followed him slowly, took a look around, respectfully, curiously, just when she heard the clicking of nails and the thump of paws on wooden floors, and the bark of his dog headed in their direction. 

“Miracle,” Dean grunted, setting everything down on the table, “not inside.” While the fluffy dog did stop its excited running, his enthusiasm was not lost as he wagged his tail, and playfully got down on his stomach in front of her feet. Still on his belly, Miracle approached Y/n slowly, paws and tongue at her toes, as if testing the waters. 

“Hey,” she greeted softly as she squatted slowly and laughed quietly, gently scratching Miracle’s head as he nudged her hand with his wet nose, staring up at her with adorably wide eyes—much like Sam did. “You’re so cute,” she cooed, her heart warming up when Miracle barked quietly.

He then jumped up and turned towards Dean, who was watching them—perplexed, happy, conflicted. 

“You were asleep,” Dean scolded, but sweetly took Miracle’s head in his hands and kissed him between his ears. Miracle whined and stepped away, sitting in front of Dean as if saying ‘I’ll be good if you let me stay’. “Whatever,” Dean groaned with a smile, which made Miracle happy, because he laid his cheek on his paw and stared up at Dean, resting.

Now, it was awkward. 

Dean caught her staring at him, her expression inquisitive. She cleared her throat awkwardly, but she couldn’t form words. She only now noticed that he was wearing a faded black shirt and hotdog pyjama pants. 

“So…” Dean began instead, “pie.” It wasn’t any better, but it’s as she always said: it was better than nothing. 

“Yes,” she confirmed, “strawberry… you weren’t getting ready for bed…?” She inquired, tipping her chin in the direction of his attire. 

“Not to sleep,” he reassured her, taking a few steps toward the cupboards to pull out two plates, glass cups, and then some utensils from the lower drawer. “Why are you doing this?” Dean asked quietly from where he was across the kitchen, everything still in his hands.

“I deserve better that’s why,” she snapped. He blinked at her, guilty, but she paused and took a deeper breath. Careful to not smear her eyeliner, she rubbed her temples instead. She reached behind her to wrap her ankle around the leg of a chair to pull it out and sit down. “Sorry, I don’t like… being angry,” she breathed out, looking out his kitchen window into her dark living room. She switched the Christmas lights off. “It's very stressful because I…” She turned to look at him and forgot her words as he came closer. 

He looked cuter in person and prettier, still. Three years and nothing has changed, he still had her heart right in his hand. 

“Why?” He pressed, placing everything down on the table in front of her. Looking up at him felt intimidating, so she averted her gaze. He was much older than she was… it made her… feel dumb. See-through. Like he could figure her out in seconds. 

“Because I’m friends with your friends,” she admitted without looking at him, then she reached out to arrange the plates, cups, and utensils. He sat down thoughtfully, and watched her unstack the small boxes she brought over. 

“You’re doing this for them,” he laid out flatly, but he took a seat next to her and stared at her. His eyes on her made her self-conscious, flustered. She bet he could see everything, all the ugly and the weird in her.

“I’m doing this for me,” she corrected him gently, “I just want to be happy,” she sighed, removing the plastic wrap she placed over the pie she baked. “Is that selfish?” She wondered out loud, taking the knife, she stared at it. 

“No,” Dean sighed, wrapping his hand around hers to take the knife. She inhaled sharply at the warmth of his touch, his calloused palms brushing against the back of her hand, sending warmth over her chest, pressing into her wrist with her heart excitedly pounding against her ribs.

She released the knife into his hold, trying to hide how much he affected her, but she doubted she could fully do that with the Christmas lights exposing the blush she could feel on her face. She could feel her veins pumping blood faster, caught up with the heavy beating of her heart. If he looked down at her neck, he could probably see it in her veins.

She looked away, down at Miracle who was still peacefully laying on his belly, and Dean looked away towards the beautiful pie to start slicing into it.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, taking her plate to give her the first slice. She looked up at Dean, taking the plate with a generous slice of strawberry pie. 

“I wanted to be the first to say it…” She complained playfully, trying to maintain eye contact with him, but his beauty was intimidating, forcing her to look away, “soon as my ego stopped being sensitive,” she added. 

Dean laughed softly, placing his own slice on his plate. The sound of his laugh made her smile, her stomach flipped with elation, at the crinkles by his eyes. Her breathy exhale made him look at her.

“Well, I’m forty-four, my ego’s been bruised enough times,” he told her, “I don’t care much for it when…” he trailed off and chewed on his bottom lip thoughtfully. She bit her lip, too, trying not to stare too long at his pretty mouth. 

“Well, thanks,” she murmured, her jaw twitching as she looked away from him. 

“I’d consider all this an apology,” he told her, gazing at her as she opened two rectangular boxes. She smiled, shaking her head. She pulled out a bottle of homemade eggnog along with a decorated jar filled with white frosting, and a small container with crushed peppermint candy. “This isn’t… poisoned, right?” He teased, still watching her while she opened the bottle of rum eggnog, she tilted her head at him, amused. “Just making sure… you did make all this…” he trailed off, impressed.

“Taste the pie,” she encouraged as she started making the drinks.

“You’re just trying to shut me up,” he chuckled gruffly, but he picked up his fork and started to dig in. The strawberry filling barely touched his tongue when he moaned, she watched him not even begin to chew. His brows furrowed and he closed his eyes, savouring the pie. 

It made her blush, but she focused on covering the rim of the cups he brought with the whiskey frosting she made and the peppermint candy shavings before filling it with eggnog.

“You made the frosting, too?” He asked, tipping his head towards the jar. His mouth was full, some strawberry filling dripped down the corner of his mouth, but he picked it up with his tongue. She licked her lips, trying to stop herself from breathing airily, and passed him the eggnog with a nod and slid the jar of frosting towards him to serve herself some eggnog. 

Dean dipped his finger into the frosting, collecting a large amount before wrapping his lips around his finger to suck the frosting off. She forced herself to look away from how hot he looked and ate her own slice of pie instead.

“I’ve seriously been missing out,” he murmured regretfully. “I was real childish,” he told her, “I never should’ve gotten pissed over… everything-”

“Dean,” she interrupted him, giving him a sheepish smile, “you already apologised and I forgive you. Besides, I did things, too.. on purpose… so, I’m sorry.” She pursed her lips and took a sip from her eggnog, swiping her tongue along the sweet frosting.

“You did things on purpose?” He repeated, a smirk on his face. She breathed out a laugh and nodded bashfully. “Why?” he wondered, leaning into her curiously, subtly moving his plate of food towards her. She considered being blunt, but she chose to test him instead.

“Probably the same reason you got pissed at everything I did and didn’t do,” she laughed, pulling a piece of strawberry out of the pie to put it in her mouth.

“I doubt that,” Dean muttered, picking up his own drink, and taking a large gulp. She eyed him closely, her eyes becoming hooded when he licked across his lips after drinking to collect the thin layer of sweetened alcohol on his mouth. 

“What was your reason then?” She wondered flirtatiously, her voice low and seductive. She pushed her plate away with her arm., and mimicked his body language, scooting forward in the chair. 

She watched as his eyes darkened and his jaw clenched, his hand tightening around his fork before he dropped it. She’d never quite been stared at that way before, but it suddenly—almost, made her laugh. Her legs felt weak, her stomach heavy, almost fooling her into thinking she couldn’t get up, but she did.

With a rapid heart and shaky knees, she pushed her chair back, and Miracle lifted his head in alarm. Dean leaned back in his chair, sliding his palms up his thighs, and watched hungrily as she lifted her dress up her legs, squeezing in front of him and part of the table to sit on his lap. 

“Seems like we’ve both been missing out on a lot of stuff,” she whispered, her stomach fluttering for a variety of reasons, but mostly from excitement. He bit his lip, eyes twinkling as he placed his hands slowly on her thighs. She sank her teeth down on her lip, too, breathing heavily when his hands began sliding up her thighs, lifting her dress higher, and higher.

“You look beautiful,” he whispered, continuing to move her dress up until his hands were wrapped around her hips where he could realise she wasn’t wearing any underwear. “I thought I should tell you, before I ruin you,” he rasped, tightening his hold on her hips.

“Fuck,” she moaned, moving forward in his lap until their hips were pressed together. She brought her hands into his hair, and pulled it gently, bringing her mouth close to his, but she never kissed him. She breathed against his lips and when he leaned forward to kiss her, she pulled back teasingly.

“You’re seriously gonna make me wait?” He whispered, slowly rolling his hips up into her, his hard cock pressing into her wet core. She gasped softly against his mouth and laughed breathlessly.

“You feel good,” she praised, flushing as she ground against him harder.

“I’d feel better inside you,” he smirked, sliding one of his hands farther up her dress, his warm palm flattening up her stomach reverently, stopping beneath her breasts..

“I bet,” she moaned, arching into his touch before finally pressing her tinted lips against his. Dean moaned softly against her mouth, pressing against her hungrily, then lifted her up, carefully moving his plate and cup aside to lay her down on the table. 

“Miracle, bed,” Dean ordered when he pulled away from her lips. The dog obediently stood up and excitedly made his way to where Dean’s room was. Dean kissed her once more, drawing her attention away from Miracle and back to him.

She’d never been kissed the way Dean kissed her or touched the way Dean touched her. His hands were everywhere, testing, learning, skillful. He scratched her skin sending sparks down to her already soaked core, kneading her body roughly until she moaned against his mouth. He squeezed her and made her wet. He dug his blunt nails into her and made her nerves ignite. His hands smoothed across her, sailing over her body like she were an ocean and he was a sailor. 

He was desperate, devouring her mouth with his tongue and his teeth, putting his all into the kiss, licking her lips, teasing the inside of her mouth, brushing against her warm tongue. He yearned to memorise the taste of her mouth, to feel close to her, pressing and moaning against her the way he’d done when he ate the pie and frosting. He nibbled on her lips, tugging, biting, claiming, taking the air from her lungs and pulling away at the perfect time. 

He rolled his hips into her frantically and finally started to move away from her now-swollen lips, the colour of her raspberry tint robbed and replaced by the redness of his kiss. 

He dragged his teeth teasingly along her jaw and licked his way down her neck, pressing his stubbled face into her neck, kissing and sucking softly, searching. She rolled her head to the side, giving him all the access he needed, until finally, she moaned loudly when he sucked into her sweetspot. He smiled against her throat, feeling her take handfuls of his shirt, her hips wiggling impatiently beneath him.

He kissed lower still, then back up to the other side of her neck, and bit her collarbones, kissing every inch of her skin, her shoulders and her sternum. She loved every second of it and slipped her hands beneath his shirt, touching and scratching his skin, pulling him closer as he bucked into her bare core.

“Did you know your shirt was see-through when we first met?” He whispered into her cleavage. She laughed and replied with a breathless ‘no’. “Well.. your tits on display, legs bare in those tiny shorts, all pissed as hell… it was hot,” he chuckled, lowering the thin straps of her dress until the top started to reveal her breasts. 

“Is that why you jerked off that night?” She asked, gripping his hair and tugging hard. He grunted and laughed, staring into her lustful eyes.

“You saw?” He teased, bringing his hand to her breast, squeezing roughly. “The answer’s yes.. And everytime after that, it was also ‘cause of you,” Dean confessed, “couldn’t stop thinking about you, every day and every night. I thought I hated you, but I guess I just needed to fuck you.” 

She chuckled, gripping the hem of his shirt, dragging it up his body as he latched onto her nipple. She hummed softly, tugging hard at his hair, in complete bliss as he wrapped his mouth around the bud, licking, sucking, and biting until she whimpered for him to give her more—which was impossible. He moved onto her other breast, savouring her warm skin with his hotter mouth, tugging her neglected nipple with his fingers, twisting and pinching. 

“Please,” she moaned, yanking his hair so he’d pull away. Dean growled against her flesh and bit down hard on her breast, before pulling away, drawing a mewl from her of his name. 

“You could be nicer,” he muttered, allowing her to lift his shirt up off his body, but he continued to kiss her breasts, sucking gently around the flesh to leave red marks. He lifted her feet up on the table and pressed her thighs close to her chest, opening her up to admire her soaked sex.

“We’re long past nice, pretty boy,” she teased blushing and biting her lip when he stood up straight. She didn’t look at him, too insecure to watch him as he brought his hand to the inside of her thighs, teasing her vulva.

“You think I’m pretty?” He grinned, circling her entrance, moaning at copious amounts of arousal on his fingers. “So wet… you that needy for my cock inside you?” He asked smugly. 

She looked at him now, heat flooding up her face at his obscene words. Before she could say anything about it, the tattoo on his chest drew her attention away from the adorable pride on his face.

“You’re a hunter,” she stated, stunned, blinking at him with a smile. He looked down at himself then at her, speechless. She lifted her hips and hitched her dress up higher to reveal her ribcage where she had the same tattoo, twice as small.

“You’re a professor,” he remarked with arousal on his face, pushing his finger into her. He lowered himself down her body and wrapped his arm around her legs, holding her open as he breathed warmly against her wet cunt.

Before she could close her legs to him demurely, Dean dove in, his mouth hot on her pussy. He ate her out the same way he kissed her, teeth making her whimper, his tongue parting and tasting, picking up the flavour of her wetness as she moaned. 

He salivated on her, humming in satisfaction while he sucked her clit into his mouth while he fingered her. Her hands found his hair once more, pulling hard and almost painfully, but his cock jumped each time inside the thin material of his pyjamas. Dean added a second finger as he moaned against her swollen clit, knuckles deep, pressing against the front of her textured walls, drawing silent moans from her, making her squirm more and more. 

“Fuck,” she panted, “you’re so good,” she praised, flexing her hand above his head before gripping at the honey strands. He slurped lewdly, devouring her pussy, squeezing her hips desperately holding her close to his face while she pushed him harder against her cunt. “Dean… I’m close,” she moaned, closing her legs around his head. 

He moaned again, adding another finger, shoving deep as he circled her swollen clit with his tongue, drawing figures on her clit possessively. She gasped loudly and cried out his name, tensing up when she orgasmed, her walls clamping down on his three fingers. The rapture of her orgasm seemed endless as he continued to tongue at her clit, it made her writhe uncontrollably, and he smirked against her pussy.

Her whiny laugh and the way she squeezed his head to stop him made him chuckle, and he tapped her thigh once he pulled his fingers from within her pulsing walls. She released him, melting into the table while he licked his fingers clean of her release.

“You taste good,” he told her earnestly, “so fucking good.” She bit her lip, giving him a look of disbelief. He narrowed his eyes at her, leaning down to lick a long stripe up her pussy, then down, pushing his tongue past her clenching, wet hole. 

“Dean, fucking…” she moaned, “oh, God, why does that feel good?” She snickered, then he pulled away hovering above her. She opened her eyes to his smug face, his clean fingers squeezed her cheeks roughly until she opened her mouth. She furrowed her brows, whining out with her hands around his wrist so he’d release, but she shut up when he spit in her mouth.

“Taste yourself,” he ordered, licking his lips. Her pupils dilated as she looked into his eyes, the tangy taste of herself made her mouth water and she swallowed. “D’you know how hot you are?” He asked rhetorically, kissing her roughly once more, ravenous and stopped only when he felt her hands pushing his pants down his legs.

“I want you, Dean,” she whispered against his mouth, biting his lip before returning the passion of his kiss.

“Where?” He asked teasingly, wrapping his arm around her waist, he sat her up on the table and gently held her face in his hands, before releasing her to strip completely. 

“I want you inside me,” she told him coquettishly, hopping off the table to slowly let her dress pool around her feet. “I want to ride you, to feel you stretch me open…” she walked towards him, watching him completely aroused, a look of pleasant surprise on his face, “I want you to fill me up, and make me cum on your cock…” she licked her lips, staring down at his cock, erect and leaking precum. “... I’ve never seen a dick this nice,” she told him, wrapping her hand around the base and stepping closer to him.

He grunted, “suck it then.” She laughed through her nose, releasing his cock to fondle his balls. He moaned, stumbling slightly.  “I’ve been wanting to shut you up with my cock in your mouth,” he told her, a smirk on his face, “now, I’m just thinking how pretty you’ll look with your lips wrapped around me.” Dean reached up and curled his fingers around the back of her neck. 

She looked behind him, removed her hand, and tipped her head to the chair, “sit.” 

“Yes, ma’am,” he grinned, kicking the chair towards him like she had earlier, then he sat, legs wide and tempting. “You’re sexier than you were in my imagination,” he told her, watching her get down between his legs, kissing his thighs while looking up at him through her curled lashes. 

“Keep talkin’,” she grinned up at him, taking his heavy cock in her hand once more. Dean gave her a sexy look, smug and aroused.

“I wanna finish in your mouth,” he told her, “want to see you swallow my load.” Pleased, she moved forward and began kissing and licking the length of his cock, teasingly and experimentally feeling the velvety, veiny texture against her hand, tongue, and lips. “I want to hear you choke on my cock, and see what you look like with tears in your eyes as I fuck your pretty face.” She moaned softly, intrigued by the description of his fantasy. 

She dipped her tongue into the slit, moaning at the taste of his precum, drooling over the soft head of his cock before sucking him into her mouth.

“Fuck,” he moaned, tangling his fingers in her hair. She slowly took him deeper, pulling him out of her hot mouth teasingly, then swallowing inch by inch of his hard cock. “You’re so good at that, baby,” he panted, letting her take her time at her own pace, but he gripped her hair tightly. “Don’t stop,” he moaned, staring into her eyes as she continued to take his cock, bobbing her head, not stopping until he hit the back of her throat. She swallowed around him, and he bucked his hips up, releasing a whispered curse, attempting to keep his eyes open to watch her suck him off.

She got comfortable between his legs, taking his freehand to put it in her hair. He took her hair, put it together, and waited for her permission before slowly lifting his hips, pushing his cock slowly into her throat. When she gagged, he slowly pulled back, then pushed back into her, lips parted, releasing quick breaths. 

Eventually, he started to fuck her face in earnest, lifting his hip up off the chair, pulling her hair hard to guide her on and off his dick. Her spit dribbled down her chin in a mixture of his precum. She swallowed as much as she could, moaning and blinking tears that tickled her eyes and her jaw. 

“You look so fucking…” he chocked on a moan, “so damn sexy.” 

She ignored the soreness of her jaw, relaxing it as best as she could as he fucked her near mercilessly. Her pussy throbbed with every sound of his pleasure, clit aching for attention at the way he gazed down at her with burning desire, but she refused to touch herself, enjoying the build-up, the desperation for another orgasm, for his touch. 

He throbbed in her mouth, turning to mush beneath her mouth. He even began to whimper and moan her name, praises and dirty words becoming scarce in attempts to hold back his orgasm, edging himself with her mouth. It didn’t take long for him to hold her with her nose against his pelvis breathlessly. 

He pulled her off his cock, and released her hair to wipe tears tenderly from her hot cheeks with his thumbs, trying to get his mind off the near-pleasure of her mouth around his cock while catching his breath. 

“Yummy,” she rasped, pulling a breathless laugh from him. She wiped her chin with her shoulder and smiled up at him, slowly getting up on her knees to get rid of the ache of sitting on her legs.

She got up, leaning back against the table, admiring him in his red, flushed, somewhat sweaty state. His hair was a mess from her hands and he had a blush around his neck to his ears. She knew the hardness of his body accounted for the fact that he was a hunter, as well as the scars she felt beneath her soft hands, bite marks, bullet wounds, and healed slashes.

“Come closer,” she told him and he laughed, bringing himself and the chair closer, stopping when she sat on his thighs, fixing herself over his strong thighs. “Gonna cum if I tease you?” She asked, tapping the head of his cock. It twitched instantly and he moaned.

“Depends,” he replied breathily, sliding his hands up her body. She hummed softly, spreading her legs, positioning his cock near her soppy folds.

“On what?” She cackled playfully, parting her folds with one hand, circling her clit with her fingers. He watched her lustfully, the wetness that made her pussy shine coated her fingers.

“How wet and warm you feel on my cock,” he replied truthfully. He grabbed her hand and moved it out of the way anyway, taking his cock to push it between her folds, pressing the tip against her clit. 

“Fuck, Dean,” she moaned softly, grasping his shoulders, “you feel… I need you,” she whimpered, rolling her hips along the length of his cock. He moaned with her, moving her hips closer to him, her wetness coating his cock.

“I’m gonna fuck you so good, sweetheart…” Dean moaned, watching her lean back against the table, positioning the soft head of his cock to her entrance. Completely enthralled, he watched himself slip inside her, and she watched him, biting her lip hard in concentration, the stretch of her walls around him almost painful. “Fuck… I can feel how bad you need me… I need you just as bad,” he panted, flexing his hands on her thighs, desperately trying not to thrust up into her warmth. He dug his nails into her flesh, his head tipping back, his hips rolling up.

“Dean,” she moaned again, starting to lift herself up and down his cock, reaching up to cup her breast. “Shit, you feel amazing,” she breathed out, grinding her hips against his until he was fully inside her. 

“You okay?” He asked, one of hands drifting up to knead her breast comfortingly. She nodded, buried her fingers in his hair and brought him in for a kiss as she bent her knees, and tucked her feet in between his thighs.

“I could cum like this,” she mumbled against his lips. His chuckle rumbled through his chest and he shook his head, her pussy clenched at the sound and she started to lift herself up again.

“Don’t worry,” he told her, sucking on his lip momentarily. “I’ll make you cum so hard…” He paused to moan, thrusting up into her slowly, meeting her hip. “...you’ll never want to fuck anyone else,” he promised her, building up the pace of his thrusts until she stopped moving with him altogether, letting him fuck up into her needy cunt. 

“You’ll only wanna be fucked by me,” he continued, watching her lean back with her elbow on the table, her hands roaming his warm body, “and I’ll be there, ready to fuck you hard.” He looked over her shoulder, at the jar of frosting. “Pounding into your sweet cunt,” he swore breathlessly, reaching behind her, dipping his fingers to gather frosting, “makin’ you beg, makin’ you impossibly wet.” He smeared frosting over her nipples, over her collarbone, her sternum, until he had no more while she moaned his name needily. 

“Makin’ you feel things you’ve never felt before.” He gripped her hip with frosting-coated fingers, leaning forward to lick and suck the whiskey frosting from her body. “I’ll fill you up as many times as you want,” he vowed, smoothing her hand up her back, into her hair once more, pulling until she whined his name. “I’ll fuck you wherever you want.”

Her pussy continued to gush over Dean’s cock the more he talked—his breathless, husky voice taking her over the edge. Each rough pull of her hair made her mewl and whimper as she rolled her hips desperately against his. 

“Dean, please,” she whispered, scratching down his back, digging marks into his skin the harder and faster he thrusted into her. Loud skin slapping, the wet sound of her pussy being penetrated, with every push of his cock in and out of her, squelching and driving her crazy. She dug her nails into her palm, making obscene sounds that made her self-conscious.

“I’ll fuck you all over your house, all over mine.” Another moan of his name, another rough pull of her hair. “I’ll fuck you in my car, in your car, anywhere and all over town.” He pulled away from her sticky chest, licked his lips at the sight of her, so she screwed her eyes shut. She felt a warm pool of wetness on her pelvic bone, opened her eyes to him spitting between their bodies, watching his saliva drip down her folds to her clit. 

She’d never heard of or experienced sex quite this raw and dirty.

“I’ll make you scream my name, make you forget how to talk, how to walk…” She leaned back into him, panting into his ear, keeping him close while rubbing her clit. He yanked her hair, forcing her to look at him. 

“Dean…”

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” he whispered, closing his eyes, he breathed against her lips, “and I want you forever.”

As he promised, she cried out his name when she came, squeezing his cock hard, coating him in her release. He grunted her name, cursing loudly as he came inside her, his hot seed spurting into her, filling her as he said he would. 

He circled his arms around her as she writhed once more, releasing her hair as she put her arms around his neck, panting and catching her breath until the pleasure subsided.

“I want all of that,” she murmured after a few moments of silence, kissing his cheek. He squeezed her and moved back, bewildered. He moved hair from her face and tilted his head at her, drawn to her nakedness, her flushed beauty. “First, I want to shower…” Slowly, carefully, she climbed off his lap, her legs shaky, her pussy releasing the mixture of their pleasure. 

“That’s a good start,” he told her softly. “Son of a bitch,” he mumbled when he stood up from the chair and looked around at the mess in the kitchen. “No one’s coming home anytime soon… thanks to Sammy…” Dean trailed off, smoothing his hand over his head to fix his hair.

“Thanks to me,” she came clean with a shy smile, bringing his gaze up to hers. His eyes twinkled and he laughed loudly, tugging her towards him again by her arm, his lips pressing against hers.

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[my313]

bewitched 𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 choi yeonjun

now playing 𝄞₊⊹ bewitched - laufey

⋆ pairing: bf!yeonjun x f!reader

⋆ genre/themes/warnings: fluff, established relationship

a/n: our resident lauver yeonjun deserves this!!! enjoy this v quick drabble :3

bf!yeonjun would definitely get a custom vinyl record with songs that remind him of you and your relationship. he'd call it the soundtrack of your love, complete with a picture of you both on the sleeve, possibly a polaroid picture of one of your trips overseas.

he'd play it most days; when you're at work or busy and he misses you, or when he reminisces over the memories you've made together over the course of your relationship.

but he loves to play it the most when you're both home. be it the weekends, or if you're stuck at home because of the rain, or even if you just decide to stay in and build one of his many lego purchases.

yeonjun thinks he's built a new core memory with you this one time he props up the vinyl on his record player, though. the big light is almost never on in your living room, opting to have the lamp you both lugged in the subway as your main source of light; its warmth looming over your flushed faces, like a pair of rose-coloured glasses that never seem to come off when you two are together.

he extends his hand, dipping into a satirical curtsy with a silly grin on his face. "care to dance, m'lady?" yeonjun sounds like he's teasing, but you know with how his eyes glisten hopefully that he truly wants you to get on your feet and put your hand in his. you stifle a laugh, attempting to follow along with his lead, nodding. "well, of course!"

his lithe fingers find their rightful place at your waist, your hands on his shoulders as laufey's bewitched plays softly. yeonjun knows you're his; he knows you're here to stay, but in moments like this, with your faces inches away, he memorises the way your eyelashes kiss the apples of your cheeks as you laugh bashfully, navigating your feet to the melody - as if you're going to fade into the yellow hue of the room like a figment of his imagination.

"i'm gonna step on your foot, junnie." you giggle, looking down at how your steps stumble over yeonjun's relaxed rhythm. "that's okay baby, you can step on me any day." he winks, aiming to see you throw your head back with an animated laugh. he feels his chest swell when you do just that.

yeonjun could do this everyday. play the same twenty songs and never get sick of the way you squeal each time he spins you; the way you laugh when you try to spin him back, only for his forehead to smack against you, opting to crouch to fit under your outstretched arm. he pulls you in and out, crazed laughter overpowering the gentle jazz.

you get tired at one point, so by the third track, you're pressed into a hug and taking the smallest steps, swaying left and right. your face is buried in the crook of yeonjun's neck as his arms engulf you, squeezing you into him as if he wants you both to be one entity. you retract from his shoulders to have a good look at your boyfriend's handsome face, beaming when you find him already staring at you. yeonjun abruptly pecks your lips once, twice, more than four times, before he's kissing you all over your face. he ends on your forehead then looks right back at you, "do you think we'll run out of songs to dance to?" yeonjun's way of asking if you'd stay forever, you think. it makes you want to write all the love songs in the world, give him his very own vinyl.

you shake your head firmly. your hands pull away from his waist and onto either side of his face, squishing his cheeks to make lips form a pout. "we can even dance in silence if we're together, junnie."

[jmdbjk]

Jimin’s bday WeLive v.2022

As I am listening in the first few minutes, I am having difficulty determining if the background sounds I am hearing are a door opening and closing and perhaps someone moving around in the room or is that his feet and shoes under the table? Like maybe it’s the shuffling sound of his shoes/feet? And he does look off to the side every now and then, sometimes just glancing at nothing? but also a few times actually looks as if his eyes focus on something specific...or not. Maybe not.

You know, I have seen the comments about hearing a certain someone whisper “Jjyaman” during a moment but me, being the skeptical asshole I am, just pooh-poohed that... y’all are reaching! don’t be like them! But now.... (listens very very carefully now). Hmmm. 

Jimin putting up his own printed out birthday decor on the wall and he can’t seem to hang them correctly and me over here with my most basic of basic, like SCREAMING basic knowledge of Hangul can tell right away that he is hanging some of them upside down... Jimin, hun.... you are a born-and-educated-in-Korea, Korean... full bleed as we say here. It’s upside-down, babe. 

Ok, Jimin sucks at handling tape. We know its not his first time too... 

Finally he sees his mistakes and corrects the ones hanging upside-down... goodness. But now I am spurred on to get on with it on my Hangul lessons. FIGHTING! Anyway.

OMG him singing Happy Birthday in English, his pronunciation is immaculate. Him reading some of the comments in English! He understands that Army is majority international and I am grateful to him for making the effort to sharpen his English skills. I will do the same with Korean.

I can also hear traffic in the background... that room must be on the ground floor of the building or close to/facing Hangang-Daero (the main thoroughfare that the HYBE building is on). And it’s midnight there and that traffic still sounds like hell. 

Jimin showing us his photo folio book and not wanting to spoil it for us... unintentionally artistic? Right. 

Jimin asking if he’s too ugly after using those purple sunglasses to hold his hair out of the way... BAHAHAHAHAHAH.... if he only knew how much we all just swooned and fainted when he did that! At least I did. Bless his heart.

Ok, I got to the part where everyone swears it’s JK whispering “JJyaman” but I think it’s just Jimin saying “jyah” just like he did 17 seconds prior, only softer the second time. Yep, that’s me, crusher of delusions. Sorry. 

I love how he’s so confident he can make this LEGO flower in no time and immediately can’t find the correct parts.... hahahahah... and his need to prove he can multitask... so cute of him. Relax, Jimin, it’s a LEGO kit, not a 4-minute high impact complex choreography in which you have to sing and hit the high notes on key. We know you got skillz. You don’t need to impress us with a LEGO kit.

Hahahaha! “You should read the instructions first” he says 30 minutes into it... that’s the left side speaking there... if you know, you know. Also, why does he have to pick the most difficult kits to be his first go at it? He’s such a nerd doing this. And I love him 2000% more for that. Then he realizes it took him 45 minutes to make that one flower hahahahahha! 

Something I noticed...remember in the Las Vegas V Live when Jungkook came in at the end and the pillows fell off the back of the couch and Jimin explained to him they were trying to hide that nude picture on the wall and Jungkook looked up at it and went all smirky “oh... ho ho ho ho” ... Remember that? Jimin has done that exact thing twice in this video. Talk about picking up each other’s mannerisms... classic. 

And I guess time will tell what exactly did he mean by this:

I know they know and they know we don’t know so LET US KNOW WHAT’S HAPPENING JJYAMANNN!!!

Ok, I genuinely think he was alone in the room. That flower balloon was slightly reflective and I did not see any strange unexplainable movements during the entire video. Or... who are you looking at Jimin?

But that doesn’t mean there wasn’t someone waiting outside the room and watching on the other side of the glass.... 

I am impressed Weverse got the subs up so quickly. Jimin must have been wearing his lawyer chelsea boots yesterday. 

Ok, I am off for the evening to try to get some sleep and wake up in time for the concert. See you all on the other side.

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𝐢 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 . . . read ; listen to music ; walk in nature ; paint ; bake ; swim ; collect trinkets ; build legos ; rewatch seb vettel interviews over and over

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𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 (𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭) . . . max verstappen ; oscar piastri ; daniel ricciardo ; fernando alonso ; valterri bottas

𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 (𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝) . . . sebastian vettel ; jenson button ; kimi raikkonen ; david coulthard ; michael schumacher ; niki lauda

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 . . . garfield ; betty boop ; squidward ; spencer (i-carly) ; sam (i-carly) ; pompompurin ; hangyodon ; jake the dog ; ice king ; hades (hercules) ; woody (toy story) ; lego batman ; mickey (shameless)

𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐬 . . . death becomes her ; halloween (1978) ; horton hears a who ; ford v ferarri ; beetlejuice ; talladega nights ; maxium overdrive ; dazed and confused ; the rocky horror picture show ; ghostbusters (1984) ; the breakfast club ; gentlmen prefer blondes ; american psycho ; grey gardens ; silence of the lambs ; addams family values ; girl, interrupted ; fight club ; coraline ; labyrinth ; over the hedge ; jennifer’s body ; the cars series ; heathers ; hocus pocus ; corpse bride ; chicago ; the truman show ; rango

𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐬 . . . amazing world of gumball ; regular show ; smiling friends ; spongebob squarepants ; bob’s burgers ; chowder ; apple & onion ; steven universe ; rick and morty ; adventure time ; bojack horseman ; breaking bad ; the goldbergs ; the golden girls ; house ; shameless ; rupaul’s drag race (us & uk) ; night court ; how i met your mother ; killing eve ; the office ; two in a half men

𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 . . . good omens ; 1984 ; lolita ; the bell jar ; my year of rest and relaxation ; slaugtherhouse five ; pride and prejudice ; the stranger ; les miserables ; notes from underground ; the idiot ; a certain hunger ; just kids ; the picture of dorian gray ; the secret history ; the goldfinch ; this is where it ends ; a little life ; ariel ; love is a dog from hell ; the virgin suicides ; the catcher in the rye ; wuthering heights ; gone girl ; nausea ; brave new world ; selected tales ; woman eating ; death in her hands ; crime and punishment

𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭 . . . motley crue ; alice cooper ; the beatles ; michael jackson ; rammstein ; the smiths ; bette midler ; sublime ; radiohead ; weezer ; abba ; billy joel ; prince ; jimi hendrix ; nirvana ; megadeath ; van halen ; fleetwood mac ; johnny cash ; elvis presley ; metallica ; frank sinatra ; the cure ; mac demarco ; cher ; tv girl ; elton john ; queen ; the who ; david bowie ; ozzy osbourne ; the rolling stones ; foo fighters ; deftones ; red hot chili peppers ; rob zombie ; korn ; system of a down

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Copycat & The Spider-man —(Marvel Fem!Oc)

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v: A Speck Of Normalcy

C.C. spent the rest of her Saturday and Sunday morning inside her room.

Tony had taken his part as C.C.'s potential guardian seriously, she'd never seen him act this way before, a year ago he didn't even know what her powers were, and now he wanted to be her tutor? She couldn't help but think there were hidden reasons behind it.

The girl visited him after lunch, she knocked on the doorframe before entering, and the man looked up, a relaxed smile adorning his face.

"I was wondering when you'd come to gossip," He patted the bench next to him.

"I'm not here to snoop," She replied. "I have questions, and I want you to be honest."

"I'm listening."

"Pietro and I read the accords, but we didn't understand half of its fancy wordings," She took the seat he'd offered. "So I'll just ask about what I wanna know, what I care about. Do the accords forbid me from living anywhere outside the compound?"

"You can live anywhere you want as long as you keep the UN informed about your whereabouts, otherwise they'll assume you've run away. You won't be asked to do that until you're an adult, though."

"Am I allowed to say no to a mission if I don't want to go?"

"You won't be going to any mission until you turn twenty-one," He repeated. "I made sure of that. You'll have years to enjoy yourself and you'll start the adulting stuff until you're mentally and physically ready."

"What about the twins?"

"They get amnesty and the opportunity to become US citizens."

"I don't know what being an Avenger means, Tony," She began. "But Steve's against these accords. Wanda's pissed about it, Sam too, and two of them used to be in the army. It makes me feel like we're making a mistake."

"Listen," He began patiently. "Steve's an old man trapped in a young body. He grew up thinking everything was either black or white. He doesn't understand grays, which is what we are. Sam would rather see the world in flames than disappoint his childhood hero—"

"Wanda says that if we sign we'll be giving up our free will, she doesn't want to be a prisoner—"

"What I want you to do is to think about yourself, instead of what Wanda wants. I know it's not right, asking a fifteen-year-old to decide her whole future in two days, but you're not a regular kid. At least with the accords, you'd be asked less than without them."

"Yeah, it does seem like it," She sighed. "I'm gonna need one more hour."

"You have the whole night," He told her kindly, then pointed a finger at her. "But do pack your bags while at it, I'm driving you back to the city at four."

Her beeper started buzzing.

I'm bored.

She smiled at it, pressing the button for the walkie-talkie.

"Read a book," The girl spoke. "Way more entertaining than Star Wars."

"Pretty sure that's blasphemous," Peter replied. "How's your weekend going?"

"It's been interesting," She said shortly. "Yours?"

"Ned and I went to his cat cafe and then spent most of our afternoon building a lego set. We played video games for a while, and then I went home. On Saturday I went grocery shopping with May and we ordered a pizza. When are you going to visit again? May says she misses you..."

C.C. listened to his voice for ten whole wonderful minutes. If she didn't agree to sign the accords she would be forced to quit her normal life, she would never see Peter again.

She'd only gotten one life and she could only do so little with it. Whichever decision she'd take, both paths were pointing to the same ending: C.C. would stop existing, sooner or later she'd have to become a full-time Avenger.

C.C. disliked all of her civilian life at first, but Peter... he'd made everything worth it. If she could stretch their time together, maybe even after college, who knew? Perhaps she'd be brave to tell him the truth by then.

"You're right, Pete," She smiled lovingly. "Your weekend was extremely boring."

"I'm signing the accords," She announced before living the compound.

Pietro stared at her without saying anything, Wanda didn't move for a lengthy moment, then got up and left the room. C.C. was about to follow her, but the boy stopped her.

"I'll talk to her, you go home."

"But—"

"She won't hear you. She needs time..."

"If I could pick a third option I would," C.C. frowned. "But it's my life. My life. She still remembers how it feels to have a family, I've never known how it feels to be normal, and I don't wanna give it up yet, I just got it! I wanna leave when it's right, not because some random threat forced me to."

"I signed too," Pietro nodded, "A hero does what it takes for the greater good."

"I don't know what a hero does or doesn't do, I just hope I don't regret this."

The next morning C.C. went to school with no weight on her shoulders. A new window of opportunities had suddenly built around her, and she was eager to begin the journey.

"Would you like to take me to that cat cafe you mentioned last month? This weekend?"

Peter didn't process the whole question, he continued walking.

"Oh, I love that place!" He lit up. "They have these huge cookies with— Wait, this weekend?"

"Yeah."

"You won't visit your cousins this month?"

"They're on a break," She paused. "One of them's mad at me."

"Oh, sorry to hear that," The boy frowned. "You okay?"

"Yeah, it's been a long month, that's all," C.C. answered vaguely. "But I'm finally permitted to go out! You can show me all the places you guys love!"

"That's awesome!" He put a hand on her shoulder. "Okay, so there are two places you need to visit as soon as possible: The cafe, and Delmar's."

"Okay," She beamed. "I wanna go to the movies too, to watch a horror movie."

"We could invite Ned and MJ as well, she likes that kind of stuff," Peter started to move, his hand slipped to her back, gently leading her in the same direction he was going.

"Yeah, she does," After struggling to ignore the warmth of his palm against her body, she added: "I can ask Liz if she'd like to come?"

The boy looked at her with hopeful eyes. "Really?"

She opened her mouth to answer, then her watch started to beep relentlessly. That sound was used for emergencies only. She looked down at it in alarm.

"That's— er... that's... I-I have to change my tampon."

"Oh," Peter frowned. "Yeah, sure, see you in class."

She ran through the school until she found a lonely and secluded maintenance closet. C.C. closed the door and projected the video Pietro had sent.

'A bomb hidden in a news van ripped through the UN building in Vienna, more than seventy people have been injured, at least twelve are dead, including Wakanda's King T'Chaka. Officials have released a video of a suspect who they have identified as James Buchanan Barnes, the Winter Soldier...'

She closed the video and called Pietro, her friend responded immediately.

"Cap will try to catch him first, he's been trying to get him for almost two years!"

"What's going to happen?" Pietro asked worryingly. "Sam will follow him, and who knows if Wanda's going to stay put—"

"Tony's probably seeing that she does, don't worry about that," She dismissed it. "You and I, we sit and wait. Don't get involved."

"If Wanda runs out, I'll have to go after her," He warned her.

"I... understand," C.C. pinched the bridge of her nose. "We're close, Pi, don't let this discourage you..."

"They'll fix this," He agreed. "I know they will."

C.C. spent the rest of the day waiting for updates. A few hours later she got a message from Pietro telling her Steve had gone after the Winter Soldier, he'd caused lots of damage.

The girl was asked to go straight to the tower once the day ended and to stay there -not even go to school- until further notice.

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BTS TV and Web Series: Where to Begin Watching

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If you’re anything like the rest of the planet, then you’ve fallen hard for BTS. And, like any ARMY who hasn’t been with the band since the early days, you have a lot of content to catch up on. It’s an awesome task—and a potentially overwhelming one. While much of BTS’ content is, of course, music videos and performances, the Korean band has also produced a plethora of additional content in the form of web series and TV shows.

While BTS has appeared on dozens if not hundreds of TV shows both in Korea and abroad since their debut eight years ago, we’re solely focusing on the BTS-centric series rather than the ongoing shows in which BTS has appeared as featured guests. Whether you’re a new ARMY looking to learn more about the K-pop band or simply can’t get “Butter” and/or “Permission to Dance” out of your head and are curious about the seven members behind the summer hits, check out one of the following series to learn more about Jin, Suga, J-Hope, RM, Jimin, V, and Jungkook.

Rookie King (2013)

How many episodes: 8 Where to watch: Viki

BTS debuted in 2013, and Rookie King was their first proper series. The variety show format is super popular in Korea, and many of BTS’ series use it. Rookie King is a variety show that features the members attempting different Korean TV program formats. In the show, BTS takes on different roles, including news anchors, bowlers, and basketball players. Early variety show BTS is truly a place where anything can happen. Rookie King would also give us our first proper example of BTS taking on cooking challenges, which continues to be a running (and hilarious) theme in BTS’ variety show presence today.

American Hustle Life (2014)

How many episodes: 8

This BTS reality show that sees the members traveling to L.A. for two weeks to learn from hip-hop tutors like Coolio and Warren G, can be tough to watch, as the series is nowhere near prepared to engage with K-pop’s history and present of Black American cultural appropriation. But discomfort is not always a bad thing, and American Hustle Life can be a good jumping off point for non-Black BTS fans in particular to engage with the difficult topic of cultural appropriation in K-pop ourselves. I recommend watching this in conjunction with analysis from Black BTS/K-pop critics, such as Stitch of Stitch’s Media Mix, who has written extensively not only about BTS, but about cultural appropriation in the age of K-pop.

GO! BTS (2014)

How many episodes: 1

It’s a bit of a stretch to call this one a series, as there is only one episode, but if you’re looking for more content from BTS’ early years, then Go! BTS is a good option. The 45-minute episode follows BTS on their trip to L.A. for KCON 2014. In addition to including some performance footage, the special gives us some of that variety program energy by sending the members on three missions around Laguna Beach.

BTS Gayo (2015-2017)

How many episodes: 15 Where to watch: VLive

BTS Gayo is another BTS variety show, in which the members play games that are specifically related to K-pop. For example, in the first episode, they have to guess iconic K-pop girl group songs based solely on dance clues from other members. BTS hasn’t released an episode of Gayo in a while, probably because the wider umbrella of Run BTS (see the next entry on the list) covers the sorts of K-pop-centric challenges BTS Gayo centers. Basically, Run BTS swallowed BTS Gayo.

Run BTS! (2015-today)

How many episodes: 143 (and counting) Where to watch: VLive

The ultimate BTS variety show, Run BTS has been, um, running since 2015. The show features the members competing in a variety of games, from zombie escape the room challenges to foot volleyball to your classic game of mafia. If they win, they get a reward. If they lose, they get a punishment. Variety show games like this are only as effective as the degree to which the competitors take them seriously, and let me tell you: BTS is all in. These global pop stars may be millionaires, but they will throw down for a coupon like their lives depend on it. Early episodes of Run BTS include the members visiting many an amusement park, while later episodes have gotten both more contained and creative in the challenges. Rest assured, there is something here for everyone—just beware the spies and plot twists.

Bon Voyage (2016-today)

How many episodes: 32 episodes, across 4 seasons Where to watch: VLive (Seasons 1-3), Weverse* (Season 4)

Bon Voyage is a travel reality show that follows BTS on various trips around the world, including northern Europe in Season 1, Hawaii in Season 2, Malta in Season 3, and New Zealand in Season 4. It’s interesting to see the members out and about in the world, having fun together and on a relative break. (This is still work, but they are not actively promoting or touring.) Over the course of Bon Voyage‘s four seasons, you will see many a camper van adventure; many a games of rock, paper, scissors; and realize just how central Yoon-gi is to keeping these members fed when they are left on their own. Especially in a time when travel has been largely impossible, bopping around the world with BTS can be a nice escape.

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Burn the Stage (2018)

How many episodes: 8 Where to watch: YouTube Premium

Burn the Stage is an eight-part series that tells the story of BTS’ massive 300-day The Wings Tour, which took up most of 2017 for the members. Including interviews and show footage, Burn the Stage follows a pretty standard concert film format, giving insight into BTS’ first major world tour. The series would later be turned into a movie, also called Burn the Stage, which was released later in 2018.

Bring the Soul (2019)

How many episodes: 6 Where to watch: Weverse

Similar to Burn the Stage, Bring the Soul is another glimpse into what BTS’ tour life is like. This six-part series follows the seven members of BTS during the Love Yourself World Tour, through the end of the tour’s third, European leg, which concluded in October 2019. It was also released in a more condensed movie format in Bring the Soul: The Movie.

BT21 (2019-today)

How many episodes: 17 main story shorts, plus additional mini-stories Where to watch: YouTube

If you’re looking for some animated BTS content, check out the universe of BT21, a collaboration between Line Friends and BTS that you can see chronicled here. The members helped create the concepts for the BT21 characters, who are all adorable. From there, the animators began telling the story of Prince Tata, who hails from Planet BT, as he dreams about spreading love across the galaxy. Tata and guardian robot Van travel to Earth to begin the mission, where they meet Koya, RJ, Shooky, Mang, Chimmy, and Cooky, who band together with the ambition to become the most influential pop culture sensation in the galaxy. You can check out the members’ reaction to the initial storyline of shorts here.

Break the Silence (2020)

How many episodes: 7 Where to watch: Weverse

You didn’t think BTS was going to leave you hanging on the final leg of their Love Yourself World Tour, did you? The Break the Silence docu-series picks up where Bring the Soul leaves off, bringing fans on the final, Asian leg of the Love Yourself World Tour and into the Love Yourself: Speak Yourself extension of the tour, which extended the tour through October 2019. As you may have guessed, there is also a movie format version of Break the Silence.

In the Soop (2020)

How many episodes: 8 Where to watch: Weverse

BTS has given us many gifts during the COVID-19 pandemic, but In the Soop may be the greatest. The series follows the seven members as they take a break from their work schedules to pursue hobbies, hang out, and watch Jin kill fish. Unlike BTS’ variety series, In the Soop has a much looser structure, allowing the members to relax a bit more. Each member made a list of activities they would like to try out while in the titular “soop” (“forest,” in Korean), but there is no reward or punishment for completing or not. Instead, the members can choose to spend their time as they wish, whether that be building Lego or racing remote control boats. In the Soop is honestly the gift that keeps on giving, and ARMY is crossing our fingers for a second season. (If you like In the Soop, don’t forget to check out the eight, shorter behind-the-scenes episodes, also available to watch via Weverse.)

What is your favorite BTS series? Let us know in the comments below.

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Day 2: Rainy Day (Febufluff) - MCU

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Summary: Peter and Grace, also known as Spider-Man and Alpha Moon, have a day off from school. With the rain pouring outside they can’t go patrolling, so they have some adventures indoors. 

Today was super grey and boring outside. Clouds coated the previously blue sky and rain thundered on the rooftop. Pete and I had the day off from school because of a teacher workshop. Originally, we were going to go over to Ned’s house for a couple hours to hangout watch movies and probably build one or two of Ned’s lego sets, but something came up on Ned’s end so we couldn’t go over. On top of that, our suits were nowhere near water proof, and I certainly didn’t want to go out in the rain with a non-waterproof suit and have to deal with the wet suit and wet fur when I got back. 

    The other kids were at school and Mrs. White was working at her other job, so Peter and I basically had the place to ourselves for a little bit. I figured since no one was home I might as well use my half-form to have some fun. Earlier Peter and I had raced around the building, Peter climbing the walls to escape me, and me being totally unfair shifting into my wolf form to run faster and further away from him. It was fun! 

    Peter and I are always using this room to its full purpose. Even if the other kids didn’t use it all the time because of whatever Pete and I would come in here and watch movies while working on homework, our suits when no one was home, or when Peter fixed up some of his old tech he got from dumpster diving. I’ve helped him on a few occasions, but he’s good with engineering and fixing up computers and stuff while I’m better at working with airplanes, or different theories about how stuff works, not actually fixing up things. 

    After our wicked adventures of earlier I had relaxed down on the back of the chair in the dining room; my tail hanging lasily off the chair. My ears perked up when Peter came into the room. He was carrying a lego set under one arm and a set of blankets and pillows under the other arm while keeping a movie carefully under his chin. He carefully dropped the pillows on a chair and adjusted his hand so he could grab the movie. It was Star Wars Episode V: Empire Strikes Back. “Get the movie set up. I’ll be back in a little bit.” Peter practically skipped out of the room towards what I assumed was the kitchen. It confirmed my theory when I heard a loud crash of pots and pans and a muffled, “I’m ok!” from Peter. I started moving towards the door to the living room. I had abandoned the lego set knowing that even if we did get to it there was no way we would finish it then. We would 100% get distracted by the movie. The rug was stained from the littler kids spilling drinks and such on them, but it still kept its original floral design. The couch was a dark brown leather with a few small rips patched up with duct tape though I had offered multiple times to fix it or try and save up to get a new one. I grabbed the blankets and pillows from where Peter left them and organized them into a nest on the floor. Specifically the floor because it had much more room than the couch.     The remote in hand I curled up into a comfortable position, while I waited for Peter to be done. I heard some pops from the other room followed by Peter taking out a bowl from the cupboard. Sounds I had heard enough times that I could easily identify them from almost anywhere in the building with my enhanced hearing. “Peter, please don’t burn yourself while making popcorn. Please and thank you!” I called. I heard some unintelligible noise of yes come from him. Not exactly what I would have liked to hear, but it was at least something compared to the chance of getting nothing from him.     Footsteps came from the kitchen, Peter’s light ones that barely sounded like they hit the floor. “Popcorn is here!” He called with a goofy grin on his face. “Butter and a touch of salt exactly how you like it!” He tossed a piece at me and I lunged to the side to catch it in my mouth. The butter tasted so good with the salt and the soft popcorn let out a small crunch in my mouth.     “Amazing, Pete!” I said while grabbing a fistful more. He put the bowl of popcorn on the floor in front of the nest and crawled in next to me. It was slightly cold in the place and with Peter’s inability to thermoregulate because of the Spider DNA he always needed to be warmed by something actually warm. Such as another person or a heated blanket. Normal blankets would do nothing to help him thermoregulate properly. I laid my arm over his shoulder as I used my other arm to hit the play button on the remote.     The opening credits showed up across the screen and the familiar spaceship introduced the movie by doing a flyover. I watched intently feeling Peter rub soothing circles into my back while I comforted him as best I could. With the stressful life we lead as superheroes sometimes its really nice to just chillax and forget about all the pain that comes with the job description. Though I would never quit the superhero bis because of what Peter said once when Ironman asked us to come to Germany with him. ‘When you can do the things that I can, but you don’t, and then the bad things happen? They happen because of you.’ Our excuse to get away from the orphanage was really stupid too. ‘Our friend who lives in Germany asked us to come and visit him for a few days. We were wondering if we could go.’ When she asked for proof I showed a picture of one of my friends from high school that left with an expertly photoshopped picture of him with a landmark in Germany. It worked when we said he would be paying for the flights there and back. Technically it wasn’t fully a lie. We were going to visit an acquaintance in Germany, and he would be paying for tickets over there. I directed my attention back to the movie and we relaxed. It was nice and calming. I wish we could do this more often, but other people’s lives need saving. Peter cleared his throat quietly, “I’m glad I got to make the best of this rainy day with you.” Peter said quietly as if not to disrupt the movie. I let out a muted chuckle at that. Dang, I love my brother. “I’m glad I got to spend this rainy day with you too, Pete.”    By - AlphaGtheWriter

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the intern ▿ pt. v

Pairing: Reader x CEO!Tom Holland

Summary: You’re finishing your last year of university in London, and what better way do to that than with an internship at Holland and Osterfield’s? 

Warnings: Language and I think that’s it?

A/N: I’m so sorry it has taken me this long to update. I just recently got back to Arizona from spending 2 months in Norway, and I also just started University. It was a lot to adjust to. I promise I’ll try to update more frequently from now on!

Also, huge thanks to the lovely @hollandandi who helped me out with this! I love you ♡

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Clutching the cold railing desperately, you catch yourself from taking a tumble down the stairs. Sometimes, wearing heels was a real struggle, but it seemed to be the appropriate attire at Holland and Osterfield’s, so you kept your disapprovement to yourself. The December air hits you like a tidal wave when you push open the door to your apartment complex, the sudden change of temperature making your eyes water. You instantly feel your cheeks turn red from the harsh cold, and you make it your goal to hurry to the Tube stop. 

A car horn being honked stops you in your tracks, and you turn around, your heart frantically thumping in your chest. You spot the familiar black Audi with its engine running and with a huff, you make your way over. You see his amused smile as you get closer and you narrow your eyes at him, annoyed that he found your discomfort entertaining. He stays silent as you pull open the passenger door, but throws you a quick grin when you’re finally able to climb into the SUV.  The door slams shut and he leans forward to slightly lower the music playing from his phone. 

“Why do you find my misery so amusing?” you inquire, turning to look at him as you buckle in. 

“It looked hilarious from my point of view, darlin’,” Tom defends, effortlessly maneuvering his way out from the parking spot. 

“I got scared. Sue me,” you mumble, feeling your embarrassment bubble but you try your best to ignore it. “So, enlighten me. Why is Tom Holland picking me up at 7:45 in the morning?” 

Tom’s fingers clench slightly around the steering wheel, but you don’t really notice. You lean back into the comfort of the leather seat, peering at your employer through your lashes. He glances at you quickly before directing his gaze back at the busy road in front of him. You glance at the clock on the dashboard, finding yourself wondering how long Tom had been waiting for you.

“You were late. Thought I’d give you a ride,” Tom states confidently with a small shrug. 

“You didn’t know I’d be late, though,” you counter, raising an eyebrow as you turn to look at him again. “How long were you waiting?”

Tom clears his throat, “If you’re going to keep interrogating me, you can walk. Can’t you just be appreciative like normal people?” 

“Sorry,” you mumble, deciding to let the subject go. For now. “I really do appreciate it. I would be freezing my ass off and I’d be late if it wasn’t for you.”

Tom nods but doesn’t reply. You bring your phone out, debating to text Cecelia but you decide against it. You could tell her later. The car ride ends quicker than you want it to. You had recognized one of the songs playing from Tom’s Spotify and the two of you had immediately started sharing knowledge of other artists and bands. Tom had relaxed and the environment had been comfortable. For a second, you had forgotten he was your boss. You had forgotten about the weird coincidence of him being outside of your apartment - if it even was a coincidence - and you had forgotten about the workload waiting for you. 

The SUV comes to a stop and soon after the music stops. The silence suddenly feels heavy and you unbuckle, leaning down to pick your laptop back up from the floor. The driver door shuts and you allow yourself to sigh before making your way out of the car. The unwelcome cold hits you once again and you shiver involuntarily. Letting the door shut behind you, you glance up at the tall building as you step away from the car. You don’t know if it’s your lack of attention or your general clumsiness, but the second you start walking, the thin heel of your shoe slips and you wobble, your arms flailing as you try to catch your balance. 

An automatic shriek escapes you. You shut your eyes, positive you’ll hit the snow-covered ground any second. A strong grip tightens around your waist and you feel yourself regaining balance. You open one eye at a time, taking in what had happened. A few pairs of eyes are looking at you and you flush, knowing you had just made a fool of yourself. A low chuckle brings you back to the situation at hand and you glance over your shoulder to inspect your savior. Tom’s coffee-colored orbs are close enough for you to see the underlying concern although his face reads amusement. 

“You alright?” 

You nod slowly and he releases his grip, letting you go. Clearing your throat, you smooth down the front of your coat, needing something to do with your hands. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t find his concern flattering, but you wouldn’t let yourself read into it. You would have been worried if you saw someone about to fall, too. Huffing loudly, you clutch the strap of your bag looking up at Tom. He shoots you a tight smile, extending his hand toward you. You glance at the to-go cup in his head, the hot liquid inside steaming. 

“Here,” he states simply, gently shaking the beverage. “You seem like you could use it more than me. It’s tea.” 

Hesitantly, you take it from him. The left corner of Tom’s mouth curves into a half-smile and you mumble out a thank you. He nods, and the two of you start walking into the extravagant building, ignoring the intrusive stares of the surrounding people. As you walk through the revolving doors, you sigh softly, welcoming the warmth with open arms. Neither of you says much as you make your way to the fourth floor. Tom greets a couple of people while you pretend not to notice their questioning looks. 

Most of the people addressing Tom’s presences are women. They are all incredibly attractive and their narrowing eyes makes you feel uncomfortable. If you didn’t know any better, you would say they were jealous. Tom didn’t seem to notice, happily responding to his employees, but never stepping away from you. He stays close as you slowly make your way toward the silver doors, and it helps the little confidence you have left. Only when the elevator dings, signaling you’ve reached your desired floor, does Tom speak again,

"Have a good day, Y/N. Hope the tea helps.” 

Before you have time to respond, he’s striding down the hallway toward his office. You stand glued to your spot, watching him silently. He doesn’t seem to notice, or if he does, he doesn’t acknowledge it. When the door to his office closes behind him, you’re brought back to reality. A faint blush makes its way to your cheeks as you realize how pathetic you must have looked, and you turn on your heel, trudging toward your own desk. 

An hour or two later, after playing around with various designs, you e-mail Harrison to let him know you have prepared three different versions of the invitations, attaching all three of them before pressing send. A blur of excitement and nervousness brews in the pit of your stomach. You have average knowledge of graphic design, and creating the invitations was more fun than work, but the pessimistic part of you keeps telling you that Harrison will hate them. They were far from perfect, but you had put quite the effort into creating them, and you just hoped one of them would be good enough. 

A redhead that you don’t recognize stops in next to your desk. You spot her out of the corner of your eye, so you pause your typing and direct your attention toward her. She smiles at you, but you can’t quite decipher if it’s genuine, and she extends her hands. You glance questioningly at the bright red Santa hat in her hand and she quickly explains that it’s an office tradition to have do Secret Santa every year. Although you find the concept slightly childish, you shrug and reach toward the hat containing the names. The woman simply moved on before you could even open the note, and when you did, the name Ned was scribbled down with black ink. 

The first task was figuring out who he was. You didn’t socialize much with the others, most of them almost ten years older than you. After some asking around, you were finally able to locate him. At the memory of the whole ordeal, you glance over your shoulder, only to notice that Ned isn’t in his seat. It had turned out, that Ned had been in the same office as you this entire time. You take note of the small LEGO figures placed neatly on his desk before getting back to work. Twenty minutes later, Harrison e-mails you back, asking you to meet him in his office. 

You make your way down the hallway, the chunky heels of yours clicking against the floor. Remembering the first time you made your way to Harrison’s office, how nervous you had been, you chuckle at yourself. Over the past month, you had grown quite close to Harrison. The two of you would often debrief and he would need to sign off on your hours at the end of every two weeks. Of course, the two of you never met up outside of work, but you no longer felt nervous about being called into his office. 

This confidence falters slightly when you open the door and Tom is sitting on Harrison’s desk, his legs dangling off the edge. Despite him picking you up this morning and the two of you bonding over your shared music taste, you can’t quite shake the awkwardness of being in the same room as him. Harrison being there as well makes it worse because you’re positive he can sense the slight tension. You smile timidly, wishing you hadn’t left your phone at your desk so you could use it as a distraction. They both look at you as you stand there quietly, and you feel yourself flush from the attention. 

“I saw the invitations,” Harrison informs, glancing up from his computer screen to look at you. “I showed them to Tom, too.”

“Oh,” you clear your throat. “I’m sorry they’re not good. I really tried-”

“Y/N, they’re great,” Tom interrupts and Harrison nods in agreement. 

Your cheeks heat up, once again, at the compliment. Although you had wanted them to like your work, you had told yourself that it was a long-shot and that they would end up hiring a professional graphic designer. Tom studies you for a moment and you avoid his gaze, slowly moving a little closer to Harrison’s desk. The blue-eyed man turns his computer around and you see the three different designs you had created. You analyze them again, already seeing a couple of things that you would change. 

“We think they’re all great, so we want to know which one you are the proudest of,” Harrison sends you a smile and you nod, pursing your lips as you pretend to be thinking. You had already chosen your favorite before you sent them. 

“This one,” you declare, pointing to your favorite invitation. It was fairly simple; black and white with red details. 

You were unsure of what color to choose at first, but you decided to go with red in the spirit of Christmas. It was simple, yet sophisticated. You had kept the intended audience in mind while designing it, and out of the three, you like this invitation the most. Harrison nods at your choice, listening as you put words to your thoughts and explain why that was your first choice. 

“Okay, it’s settled then. That’s the invitation,” Harrison looks at Tom briefly. You can’t tell if it’s for approval or agreement, but Tom nods nonetheless. “How’s your Secret Santa going?”

“Horrible,” you mutter, an annoyed groan escaping you. “I have a guy in the marketing department but I barely know him and he’s probably at least five years older than me. I noticed he likes LEGO so I might buy him that. Why do you guys do this anyway?”

Tom smirks, apparently finding your despair amusing. “For this. To see people like you fuss over what to buy a stranger. I find it kind of amusing.”

You scoff, narrowing your eyes at him momentarily. “Well,” you pause with a huff. “It fucking sucks. Now, excuse me, I have to go back to my desk and finish my work.”

The smirk on Tom’s face only grows bigger as he looks at you, fiddling with a pen absentmindedly. He had ditched the blazer he was wearing this morning, the sleeves of his white button-up rolled up to reveal his skin. You watch his fingers move along the pen easily, the movement causing the veins in his arms to be more prominent. Licking your lips, you look back up at him, ignoring your impure thoughts. 

“Just remember that someone pulled your name out of the hat, too. Careful who you unleash your anger at,” Tom smirks, almost innocently. 

With another huff, you walk out the door, trying your best to ignore their snickers. You watch your dark yellow heels as you walk, the color contrasting the black of your stockings. London was growing colder by each day and it was now too cold to walk from your apartment to the tube and from the tube and to the internship with bare legs. Sitting back down at your desk, you resume your assignment, trying to avoid the thought of all the homework you had waiting when you get home.

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Need You Now

Part VI (of X) - Like I’m Gonna Lose You (Peter Parker Series) (Part I) (Part II) (Part III) (Part IV) (Part V) 

Pairing - Peter Parker x Reader

Summary - Being Tony Stark’s daughter isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. For one, I didn’t want to be in the first place. My normal life was just fine, thank you. Two, there are freaking superheroes all over where I now live. There’s never any privacy. Three, everyone expects me to be this amazing genius and go to this fancy school and do incredible things. I just want to watch Star Wars and write Harry Potter fanfiction. Also, I hate Math.

A/N - I’M SORRY

Warnings - Fluff and then yeah . . . it’s not pretty, and it’s not going to be pretty for a couple of chapters. The angst has arrived, and it’s just the beginning. Also language

I was equally excited and terrified for tonight. Excited because I get to see Peter. It had been weird not going to school and not seeing him today. He had gotten to be such a huge part of my life over the past few months, it didn’t feel . . . right not seeing him, and from the dozens of texts we had exchanged despite seeing each other tonight, it seemed he was feeling the same. 

I was also terrified of how this would go. I knew Tony liked Peter, and Pepper was there to be a buffer, but surprise, surprise, Captain America, Thor and what the actual fuck, the bad guy who had tried to destroy the world, and then helped save it, who was apparently now trying to make amends, Loki, just happened to show up. Tony totally hated the guy, while Thor obviously loved him. It was going to make dinner more stressful than it needed to be. 

Those thoughts flew out of my head as soon as Happy’s SUV pulled into the driveway. I jumped up, smoothing down my floral, black Maxi dress and waited for Peter. I practically gaped at the guy when he got out of the car. He was actually sort of dressed up. I had never seen him outside of his Midtown sweatshirts and goofy science shirts, which I loved him in, but seeing him in some charcoal dress pants and a white button up with his hair slicked perfectly to the side did something to me. Then he smiled at me, and even my heels couldn’t stop me from running to him and throwing my arms around his neck. 

Peter quickly returned my hug, though I did feel his hands freeze for a moment as he felt the bare back of my dress. 

I pulled back slightly with a little smile. “Come on, I want to show you my room.” I told him. 

“Okay,” he said, and I smiled even wider as he took my hand, twisting our fingers together. 

“Y/N, Tony said -”

“Sorry, Happy! I can’t hear you!” I yelled as I dragged Peter along at a run up the stairs and to the elevator. I gave Happy a little wave as the elevator doors closed. Immediately I took Peter’s other hand and pulled him close to me, our bodies gently touching. “Hi.” 

“Hi.” He replied, a smile on his face that could have outshone the sun. Peter made no move to put any space between us, in fact, I think he even leaned a little closer. 

“Thanks for coming.” I told him. 

“You asked me to,” Peter said, looking down at our hands, gently brushing his thumbs against my skin before looking back up at me. 

Oh God he was beautiful. Everything about him was just . . . Everything I never knew I was missing. “Peter . . .” Our noses gently brushed. I liked him, and although he had never said the words, I knew he liked me too. What were we waiting on? 

The elevator dinged, startling us apart. I smiled at him again and pulled him along, this time out the elevator and to my room. “You should have seen how Tony had it decorated when I first got here. It was pink and frills everywhere.” I said, shaking my head while I opened the door. “Pepper helped me redecorate. As you can see, this wall is my library.” I gestured to the wall in front of us that literally was covered completely with bookshelves and books. “This is my vanity where I get ready in the mornings.” Peter’s arms wove around me from behind, his chin resting on my shoulder. I placed my hands on top of his and turned us to the other side of the room. “This is where I sleep. No comments on the Wookie.” I added when I felt him open his mouth. “And here is my desk where -”

“Woah! Is that a tie fighter desk?!” Peter let go of me, hurrying over to it. “This is insane!” He said, admiring it. 

“I know right? Found it online.” I said with a big grin. “I want to make something with the Millennium Falcon, but I don’t know what yet.” 

“Maybe you could do a table or something with a lego model? Ned and I have done one before, we could totally help you.” Peter offered. 

I giggled a little at the thought. “Can you imagine Ned here? It would be like Christmas for him.” 

“Yeah, he’d be like a kid in a candy store.” Peter said, shaking his head. 

I paused for a moment. “We’re definitely going to have to invite him.” I said. 

“Oh yeah,” Peter agreed with a grin. 

I sat down on my bed, my eyes focused on him as he continued to study my desk. Just how excited and interested he was in the piece of furniture had my heart skipping a beat. “My mom would have loved you.” I said finally. 

Peter looked over at me, his eyebrows raised slightly, before joining me on the bed. “You think?” 

“Oh, I know.” I replied, resting my head against his shoulder. 

“Why?” Peter asked quietly. 

I looked up at him, smiling softly. “Because you make me happy.” I answered simply. 

Peter’s arm pulled me closer, and I let out a little sigh of contentment“I don’t remember much about my parents, but I know they’d like you too. May already does.” 

“She does?” I said, pleased with this new information. 

“Almost as much as me.” 

My smile only got wider. “That was actually kind of smooth, Parker.” 

The tips of Peter’s ears went red. “It’ll probably never happen again.” He told me with a little chuckle.

I laughed, loving how adorable he looked and leaned up to kiss his cheek. “That’s why I like you so much. You’re honest.” I said. 

Peter’s eyes got serious, and he opened his mouth to respond, but before he could -

“Jury’s still out on her father though.” 

“Mr. Stark!” 

“Tony!” 

We jumped apart, Peter flushing while I was frustrated. Whatever Peter had been about to say looked important. In the back of my mind I also noted with surprise that Tony had willingly just called himself my father. 

“Mr. Parker, you clean up nice.” Tony said, his arms crossed over his chest as he stared Peter down. 

“T-thanks, sir,” Peter stuttered. 

“Did you want something?” I asked, brushing some hair out of my face. 

“Dinner’s ready. Are you ready to meet some Avengers, kid?” Tony asked, clasping Peter so hard on the shoulder I saw him wince. 

“A-Avengers? Some Avengers are here?” He asked, clearly panicked. 

My hand touched his back gently since Tony was dragging him away from me. “It’s just Steve and Thor. Steve’s pretty nice for an old man, and Thor is literally a big softy.” 

“Thor also brought his homicidal brother.” Tony added unhelpfully. 

“He’s not homicidal . . . anymore.” I added quickly as we stepped into the elevator. 

Peter still looked pretty panicked. 

I subtly reached for his hand, squeezing it gently. “You’ll be fine.” 

The elevator doors opened, and we found ourselves face to face with Cap. He took one look at me, then Peter, and smirked slightly. “So that’s why you took off running.” 

I buried my face in my free hand. 

“Ah, Tony was afraid the two children were having intercourse! How amusing!” Thor boomed. 

“Hey! I’m not a child,” I grumbled while Peter looked equal parts embarrassed and starstruck. 

“That is what all children say,” said a voice, and I turned to see the dark haired god casually seated sideways in the corner, his legs thrown over the side of his chair, flipping through a book. 

My eyes narrowed at him. “I’m sorry, I didn’t hear anyone ask for an opinion from one of Santa’s reindeer.” 

Thor’s hearty laughter filled the room. “Ah, you have your father’s wit.” He said as he pulled me into a hug. 

“Or lack thereof.” Loki pipped up. 

I continued to glare at the man, but chose to ignore him. “Thor, this is -”

“Peter, Peter Parker, sir,” he said, shaking his hand. “W-wow, you’re really strong.” 

“I am the God of Thunder. Of course I am the strongest of the Avengers.” 

“But Tony always said Dr. Banner -” I started before Tony interrupted. 

“And this is our very own centenarian, Captain America.” 

“Steve Rogers,” Steve said, shaking Peter’s hand and ignoring Tony’s words. 

“Mr. - Mr. Rogers. It’s - uh - really nice to meet you f-for the first time.” Peter replied awkwardly. 

“And then the least embarrassing of the bunch, Pepper.” I said, nodding my head to the woman. 

“It’s nice to finally meet you, Peter, and I apologize in advance for Tony’s behavior.” She said while I smiled at her gratefully. 

“You know, I take offense to that -” Tony started, holding his finger up in the air. 

“Can we eat now?” I asked, hoping the sooner we got this over with, the sooner I could spend some non-stressful time with Peter. 

“Great idea! Peter, why don’t you sit -”

“Right by Y/N.” Pepper interrupted, patting a seat that I sat down beside. 

“Thank you,” I mouthed to her as Peter sat down between me and Cap. My nerves were definitely starting to build back up. I had never felt scared bringing the few guys that I had to my Mom before, but Tony? Different story, and while he had told me the other guys just happened to be in town, I wasn’t sure I believed him. I was shaken from my thoughts by a hand sliding into my own. I looked over at Peter to find him smiling reassuringly at me. I gave his hand a gentle squeeze. It was then that I realized as long as he was there, it would be okay. 

-----

It turned out, dinner wasn’t so horrible. Peter was still nervous as hell, but Steve and Pepper did their best to make him comfortable. Thor mostly cracked jokes and Loki just sulked. By the time dinner was over, I was almost . . . relaxed, but ready to get away from the slightly threatening tone my father was using when he spoke to Peter. 

“We’re going to enjoy our dessert outside if that’s okay.” I said, grabbing my mug of hot chocolate as I stood and smiling over at Peter. 

“I don’t know if -”

“Thanks, Mr. Stark.” Peter said before he could say anything else, following me out the door. 

I led him out to the back patio where there were a couple of benches surrounding a fire pit. “FRIDAY, can you start a fire, please?” I called out. 

Almost immediately, flames burst forward, and I turned back to Peter with a big grin. “Awesome, right?” 

Peter just stared at me though, a slightly dazed look in his eyes. 

“Pete? You okay?” I asked, a little worried with his lack of response. 

He shook his head as if to clear his thoughts, causing a strand of hair to fall from his slicked locks. “Yeah, sorry, just . . . c’mere.” 

I smiled softly at him, letting him take my hand and pull me into his lap. I leaned back into him as he wrapped his arms securely around me. Even though the fire was warm, Peter was somehow warmer. In fact, I was sure there was never a place more comfortable and that I’d rather be than Peter Parker’s arms. “You’re really cuddly, Parker. Anyone ever tell you that?” 

“Just like having you close.” He replied. “Reminds me that you’re safe.” My breath caught in my throat as I felt his lips barely brush against my shoulder. 

“I know I’m Iron Man’s daughter, but I’m not planning on getting in any danger any time soon.” I assured him a little breathlessly. 

“I-I know.” I turned in his lap so I could look at him, concerned at his conflicted expression. “It’s just . . . when I really - when I really like someone, bad things tend to happen, and I don’t want that to happen to you.” 

I brought my hand up to his cheek, gently brushing my thumb across his skin. I bit my lip as he leaned into my touch, and his eyes closed softly. “I don’t think Tony would let me go anywhere even if I wanted to.” 

He opened his eyes, those brown ones looking into mine as if reading straight into my soul. “You don’t want to?” 

“Peter, you are the only person, since my life went crazy, that I’ve actually felt understood what I’m going through. More than that, you’re the first person I’ve felt . . . back at home with. I like you . . . a lot. Why would I want to be anywhere but right here?” I asked him. 

He smiled at me, reaching up to cup my own face in his hand. My eyes drifted to his lips as he bit down on his bottom one. “I . . . Can I kiss you? I really want - I really want to kiss you.” 

I leaned forward, the scent of hot chocolate mingling in the air as our breath ghosted over each other’s lips. “Please,” I whispered softly. 

He was so close. It made me dizzy to look at him. My eyes closed just as I felt the brush of his lips against mine - 

“Mr. Parker!” 

We jumped, the spell broken as we turned to face Tony who was standing in the doorway, arms crossed and looking very unimpressed. 

“I need to have a word with you. Now.” 

I groaned a little. “Now?” 

His eyes shifted to me as he nodded. 

“Fine. I need to get that book for Peter anyway. I finished Paradise Snare, and you need to read it.” I told him. 

“O-okay.” Peter replied. 

I stood up, already missing his arms and started walking back inside. “Please don’t be mean to him.” I said when I passed Tony. 

He didn’t respond. 

I rolled my eyes, but didn’t say anything as I headed upstairs to grab my book. I made it quick, anxious to get back to Peter, and hopefully that kiss. By the time I got back down though, they were obviously in the middle of an intense discussion. I was about to interrupt when their words caught my ears. 

“Mr. Stark, I just think you should tell her.” 

“It’s not your decision what I do and don’t tell my daughter, kid.” 

“But she needs -”

“Zip it! You shouldn’t even be a part of this conversation. Your job was to look after her and be her friend. I never said to date her!” 

My book dropped to the ground, causing both men to turn to me. We all stared at each other, Tony looking anxious, Peter looking distraught. I . . . I didn’t know how to feel. All this time I had thought that Peter had just wanted to get to know me. That we had just . . . clicked. We had clicked all right. Because of Tony. “You . . . you just talked to me that first day because he told you to?” I spat, betrayal leaking into my tone. “Our whole friendship, all the time we spent together, everything was - everything was put together by him? I . . . Is anything you ever told me even true, or just what he told you to say?!” 

“Y/N, of course it is -!” He reached out to touch my arm, but I snatched it away. 

“And you! It wasn’t enough that you controlled my whole life, made me drop everything and leave it behind, you had to control my friendships too!” I shook my head, unable to believe that something I thought was so great and perfect . . . was just another thing Tony forced to happen. “I can’t - I thought I could trust both of you . . . but you’ve been lying to me this whole time.” I backed away from them, knowing I had to get out of there before I lost it. 

“Kid -”

Before Tony could say anything else, I took off. 

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Top best moments of the last year and top best moments of this year

Ask me my “TOP 5” anything!

2018: in no particular order

attending my first Pride with my sis and scream-singing “Born this Way” while waving a rainbow-flag. Awesome

seeing Fall Out Boy in concert

I got my driver’s license, moved in with my boyfriend and got my first job during this year. I call this: Major lifetime steps. It feels like one big moment/movement in my life that’s why it’s summed up. 

I have no idea why but the moment me and my boyfriend were at our hotel in Berlin and we just decided to take a nap. We fell asleep all cuddled up together and just spend a few hours sleeping, tired from walking all day. I smile thinking of this. I cherish the stillness and relaxation with him so much

It was late September and we took a small trip to the Swiss Alps, perticulary the Bernina passage. I reeeally wanted to dip my feet into one of the lakes up there but didn’t feel curagous enough to just do it. My boyfriend just rolled his eyes and ran down to a small lake, took off his shoes and went in. I started laughing and ran after him. My mother was terrified and called us insane. I loved it so so much. He gives me the courage to do things 

2019: in no particular order (it’s only February okay) 

building a giant LEGO Saturn V rocket. Freaking awesome wooohoo

I got invited to ONE job interview in January and got the job.

I have finally the mental capacity to start thinking about hobbies. Like I started learning American Sign Language just because I can. 

I have quit my gym membership. Honestly it was a huge step for me to admit that I wasn’t ready for it. I am GLAD I did it. Like finally I don’t feel bad about sports. It’s just not the right thing for me right now. 

I have received all my credits for my Master degree. I will hand in the documentation to get it tomorrow or even today. give me a few weeks and I will be finally the Master and NO STUDENT ANYMORE. omg. 

also one moment from 2018 I want to add: “I see Fire” during sunset at the Ed Sheeran concert. *___* heell yeah. Also riding a giant unicorn floatie on the Zugersee was so memorable. 

aand a major plan for 2019: I want to get my Swiss passport. Intimidating bürocratic stuff but I want it. 

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Of Friendship and Affection

This is the story I’ve been working on for the Peter & Tony Big Bang . I had the pleasure to work with the awesome @hereandnowwearealive who made gorgeous art for this fic. Go check her stuff!

Tittle: Of Friendship and Affection

Summary: After the secret is out of the bag (literally), Peter has to include his Aunt on the superhero thing. Tony is all for, especially if it means getting to see embarrassing photos of his newest protegé. Giving life advice is not something Tony is particularly good at; but fortunately, when it comes to best friends he’s had a pretty good run. (His health might not be ready for all the mini-heart attacks this kid gives him on a daily basis, though.)

Word count: 9k

Pairings/Relationships: Tony Stark&Peter Parker, Ned Leeds&Peter Parker, May Parker&Peter Parker, Michelle Jones&Peter Parker

Rating: T

Warnings: Language, Canon-typical violence

Notes: this is set after Spider-Man: Homecoming; but in between the fight with the Vulture and Happy picking Peter from school there's a two week window, where Peter has gone out many nights (in his old suit) with Ned as his back-up.

“So” Aunt May started; after all the screaming died down a bit. “Who else knows about this ‘hero-business’?” she asked. Peter knew she already suspected Mr. Stark (the date of his brand-new scholarship and the Leipzig Airport battle was too close to deny anything); she just wanted him to confirm it.

“Well…Ned and…Mr. Stark are the ones that know.” Besides Mr. Toomes, the Vulture, who had zero issues with killing me, he thought. Yeah, maybe leave that detail for later.

“Mr. Stark. Of course he knows. How else would you have a suit like that? It’s his tech, isn’t it?” at Peter’s nod, she got up and started pacing. “He is a manipulative bastard! How can he force you to-to do this just to get a scholarship!?”

“Ma-”

“I have to go to the police. Tell them what he’s doing.”

“May-”

“No, no, not the police.” Peter relaxed. Bad move. “The police won’t believe me; or Stark can buy them. The news, I have to go to the news. They will air the story-”

“Aunt May!” Peter yelled. She suddenly stopped and looked at him with wide eyes. “Aunt May, please, sit down.” She did. “Listen to me; ok? I got these powers months before meeting Tony Stark. The reason I met him at all is because I was…stopping crime and catching buses with my bare hands and people recorded it and posted those videos online. He tracked it down to me. He never forced me to do anything, okay?”

“But…but what about that retreat? He took you to Germany, didn’t he?” She asked. “He gave you that suit and made you go, right? He…he took you into a battle against the Avengers! You could have been hurt! Colonel Rhodes got paralyzed…oh my god, that could have been you!” Peter could see that May was starting to get mad again, so he quickly intervened.

“It wasn’t supposed to be a battle at all. I was just there to web feet together and ‘increase numbers’. Mr. Stark never thought Rogers would take things that far.”

“Never mind that! You are a minor. And he gave you a, a super suit and led you to battle; and then let you keep the armored suit!”

“He knew that I was never going to stop trying to help people!” May tried to say something but Peter interrupted her. “Going against a mugger, with-with a knife-”

“Knife!?” she choked out.

“-or or a gun-”

“A gun!? Peter, oh my god-!”

“-would you rather me wearing pajamas or a full Kevlar suit? A, a suit that can warm me up when it’s cold and contacts Mr. Stark immediately if things go wrong and has this amazing AI that helps me with everything I ask her to and…” he drifted off. He swallowed and looked into his aunt’s eyes. “Mr. Stark has been taking care of me. He tried to keep his distance to not give me more ideas than the ones I already have, but you can see that it didn’t work.” May snorted a little laugh. “Aunt May…he realized the second he confronted me that I wasn’t going to stop. Because I’m not. And he saw that and decided to help me and protect me.”

May stayed quiet for a long time, before she exhaled and nodded to herself; her mind resolved.

“…Aunt May?” Peter asked, nervous.

“I’m guessing you have Mr. Stark’s phone number?” she asked, standing. Peter nodded. “Well, I think it’s time he and I have a talk, about training sessions and responsibility. Come, Peter.” With that, she left the room. Peter swallowed, contemplating whether he could just go live under a bridge to avoid the humiliation of his aunt lecturing Mr. Stark.

“Peter!” May yelled from the living room, impatient.

Yeah, probably not.

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“Mr. Stark!” Peter said, surprised, after opening the door of his apartment.

“Hello, kid.” Tony smiled at him, amused.

“What are you doing here?” the teen asked nervously, looking back at the living room, where his Aunt May was. She turned and smiled at the engineer.

“I invited him” she answered. “I thought dinner might be a good time for the three of us to talk about responsibility and your training regime in person.” She waved Tony in, and Peter just stood there, frozen for a moment; then he closed the door.

Man, this won’t be good for me, he thought, grimacing.

“Tony, you shouldn’t have bothered!” he heard May say, peaking in the bags the engineer had passed to her. “I told you I wanted to cook.”

“Exactly” Tony answered. Peter swallowed a snort. “I thought you shouldn’t come home after working all day in a hospital (I’m sure that’s very exhausting) and have to cook on top of that.” He added, with a winning smile. Smooth, Peter thought.

“Well, thank you. This Italian looks great. I didn’t know Paola’s made take out.”

“They don’t, unless it’s for me.” The engineer winked. “My mother was friends with the owner for decades. She’s known me since before I could walk.”

“That’s cute.” Aunt May said, with a glint in her eyes. “Maybe I should show you some photos of Peter before he could walk, after dinner.”

“What!? No!” yelled the teen, embarrassed.

“Oh, I’d love that.” Tony laughed. Peter huffed and left the kitchen, towards his bedroom.

He didn’t realize the other man was following him until it was too late.

“So" Tony started, looking around the teen's bedroom "that 'really old movie' uh?" he said, with a smug ass grin on his face as he walked to the desk; where the Lego Death Star sat proudly. Peter's cheeks went bright red.

"Ididn'twantyoutothinkIwasanerd." The kid muttered, looking down.

"Sorry; what was that?" said the inventor, putting his hand around his ear "I couldn't hear it because I am really old." he laughed.

"Mr. Stark!" Peter whined, face flaming red. "Stop it" he mumbled with his face buried in a pillow.

"Alright, alright, I'll stop." he chuckled.

“Uff. I didn’t want you to think I was a nerd, alright? I had just met you; my life-long hero, and you asked me to join the Avengers on a mission, and took me to Germany even though I had never been out of the country; and you gave me this crazy new suit and then we were in the middle of a fight with the other Avengers and Colonel Rhodes was on the comms with us and I had a part of a plan but it was because of this movie that most of my classmates have never seen and laugh at us because we did and…and you were all so cool and I was already the youngest person there and I didn’t want to seem like a such nerd.” Peter finishes his rant, only breathing then.

There were a few moments of silence and Peter felt his face (which had gone back to a quasi-normal in his speech) go slowly back to a tomato red.

"First of all; w-ow.” Tony said, eyes wide. “I’ve never met another person (besides myself) that could talk for two minutes without breathing before.” Then he took a deep breath “And two; you do know who you are working with, right?” he laughed “You really think that Rhodey and I are anything but nerds? We both graduated MIT (even if I started at 14). We got to watch the original Star Wars trilogy on theaters (even if we were nothing but kids). We went to see ‘Star Trek V: The Final Frontier’ on the first weekend (good god; that makes me sound so fucking old). He is a legit rocket scientist. I build robots and have been creating AIs since I was 17. If there’s something we’re never going to laugh at you for, is for being a nerd. Because so are we, kid. And we are the coolest.” He winked.

Peter didn’t know if he should be relieved, laugh hysterically or go back to bury his head in the pillow by his side.

“Hurry up, kiddo. I’m sure the food’s ready. Besides, your Aunt said she wanted to show me some pictures of you, and I don’t want to miss the opportunity.” Tony said from the doorway.

Living with his head in the pillow sounded great right about now. Just a normal Friday family dinner, right? Peter thought sarcastically, groaning into the fabric.

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The dinner went surprisingly okay, actually. Mr. Stark brought enough food to make him feel full, and it was so delicious Peter was already thinking about a midnight snack. They even had gelato!

Yes, dinner went great. Which meant that whatever happened afterwards was not going to be good for him. Peter, unfortunately, didn’t know that. So when he, after brushing his teeth and putting on his pajamas, went to say goodbye to his aunt and Mr. Stark, was completely unprepared for what he saw. May and Mr. Stark were sitting on the couch, his aunt holding open an album-his baby album and showing it to the other man.

“And here it’s the robot Richard (his father) bought him for his second birthday.” She pointed to another picture. “Ooh! We took this one because he picked the flower in the park and wouldn’t let go of it until his mother came home.” Tony had a big grin on his face and a particular shine in his eyes, looking at the pictures, thinking about how adorable the kid was, even as an squishy and drooling miniature human.

Peter froze on the threshold and then made a strangled noise so high Aunt May jumped thinking it was a mouse (he would deny until forever that the noise came from him, though).

“Aunt May!” he yelled. “How could you!?” he asked, rushing to take the sky blue monstrosity, full of incriminating and mortifying pictures of his earlier years, out of the enemy’s hands. But Tony took the damned thing from May and danced away. Cue an impromptu chase in the living room, with Peter trying his best to grab the album and the engineer laughing and twirling, looking at more and more pictures. He even cooed at them!

Aunt May looked on from the couch, amused and entertained. Peter could feel his face flaming at every turned page. Then the inventor suddenly stopped cold.

“You had an Iron Man mask?” Tony asked; eyes wide open. “And cut-off gloves painted as repulsors?” he continued, pale all of the sudden.

“…Yes?” Peter answered, confused.

“You were that kid at the expo…” Mr. Stark murmured, looking straight into Peter’s eyes. Peter didn’t understand why the engineer would look at him with such intensity over a simple mask- then he remembered, and froze again. He looked over at May, whom had a weird expression on her face.

“Um, y-yeah, I went to the 2010 expo. Uncle Ben took me.” He said, hoping Tony would understand and not say a word about the crazy robot almost killing him. “May was working and couldn’t come.”

“…Oh” said Tony. “Right.” He glanced at the nurse, and cleared his throat. “Sorry, bad memories” he said. His smile looked a bit forced, but May took care of that when she commented that neither she nor Ben could convince Peter to take off that mask for anything else than eating for two weeks. Peter gladly took the embarrassment over that dark look on Mr. Stark’s eyes.

And when the engineer rushed to leave the apartment; Peter excused himself to his bedroom and waited for him to say his goodbyes. When Tony closed the door, Peter started to climb down the wall of the building. He yelled a ‘Mr. Stark!’ and jumped, landing in front of the other man.

“Damn it, kid.” Tony muttered, with a hand on his chest. “Heart condition, remember?”

“S-sorry, Mr. Stark, but I, I couldn’t let you leave like that.” Peter said with a frown on his face.

“Like what?” the engineer asked, taking off his glasses and massaging the bridge of his nose. “Like you didn’t almost get killed because of me before I even knew who you are?”

“That wasn’t your fault!” Peter exclaimed, offended.

“Not my-? Kid, it was my expo!” he shouted.

“Yeah, but the robots weren’t your doing! If I remember correctly, it was Hammer and Vanko and the freaking American Army that screwed up; not you.” The kid said, crossing his arms. Tony could almost physically see the stubbornness radiating out of the kid.

“Air Force.” He said. At Peter’s confused look he clarified “It was the Air Force, not the Army. Rhodey hammered the difference into me decades ago. He’ll chew your ear off if you confuse them when he’s around.”

“I get to met War Machine?” Peter said, awed. Then he cleared his throat and straightened his back. “Still. It wasn’t your fault. I was a stupid kid and didn’t run and stayed there like my gloves could take out a, a fucking robot. Ben was so mad at me. After you took off, he found me and made me promise never to tell Aunt May.” The teen looked sheepishly at the engineer. “So please don’t tell her?” Tony sighed.

“Alright, alright. This stays between us.” Peter’s smile was big and contagious, so Tony didn’t have a choice but to give him a small one back. “But I reserve the right to use this if you ever misbehave and you need a time out. I’m sure she’ll ground you for a few days.”

The betrayed look that passed the teen’s face was funny and the chocked and high ‘Mr. Stark!’ that followed was hilarious. The engineer laughed for a few moments, before he put his hand on Peter’s shoulder, opening his mouth. Before he could say anything, though, he was interrupted.

“Nice pants, Peter.” said a neighbor that was entering the building, winking at him. Peter’s face flushed for a second, but then he breathed and answered with a huge smile.

“Thanks, Nicky! They were a present and are really comfortable. I’m sure I can get you a pair to go with your ‘punk Hello Kitty’ shirt.”

“Cool!” said the woman, before waving at the pair and closing the door. When Peter turned to face Mr. Stark again, the man had a flabbergasted expression on his face.

“What?” asked the teen, feeling self-conscious.

“Nothing, just…That…did not played out the way I was expecting.” The engineer said, shaking his head. Then he put his glasses back on and started walking towards his car. He got in and before closing the door, he spoke:

“I’m glad you like the outfit I bought you.” He winked at the teen and drove away.

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“So…she knows now.” Ned summed up. It was Monday morning, and both were sitting outside. Peter was trying to catch Ned up on everything that had happened over the weekend.

“Yeah” sighed Peter “she knows. And she’s talking to Mr. Stark almost every day now, trying to keep me from breaking ‘boundaries’.” He said, making the quotes with his fingers.

“Sweet!” Ned exclaimed, surprising Peter.

“What? Didn’t you hear me? My aunt is embarrassing me every day in front of Mr. Stark. How is that sweet?” he asked, almost offended.

“Oh, not that part. That part sucks.” Ned reassured him quickly. “I meant that now that your Aunt knows (and she’s not going to the police or threatening you to hang the webs) we can tell people!” he ended with a big smile.

“Tell people? No, of course not!” hissed Peter, looking around to make sure no one was listening.

“Why not? Dude, we’d be so popular! Everyone would love you!”

“Yeah, if they even believe me.”  

“We can show them! Get everyone in the school in the gymnasium and you can wear the suit and-”

“No, we will not tell the whole school that I’m a superhero!!” he half whispered, half yelled.

“Why not? Dude, that’s like, the most impressive thing you could do! You’d be the king of our school!”Ned kept going, full of eagerness.

“There are more important things than impressing people in high school, Ned!!”

“Like what!?” Ned asked, not seeing the issue.

“Oh, I don’t know” he said, voice dripping with sarcasm “like saving people, staying alive, keeping my identity a secret!?”

“Why on Earth would you want to keep that a secret!? It’s awesome!” Ned yelled, getting mad.

“Yes, it’s awesome, when it’s not putting the people I care about in danger!” Peter responded.

“The whole world knows who Iron Man and War Machine are! And Ms. Potts and Colonel Rhodes’ family are perfectly safe!”

“Safe? Do you have amnesia or something? Ms. Potts was kidnapped and experimented on not even five years ago! It was a fucking miracle that she survived! Happy got blown up; he barely made it!” Peter was getting agitated.

“Yeah, but that was years ago. That hasn’t happened since, right?” asked Ned, secured in his knowledge.

“Seriously?” Peter said, baffled. “They are rich people! They have bodyguards and-and they are public figures! If something happened to them, the world would know in a heartbeat. Besides, everyone knows that they count with Tony Stark’s protection.”

“What about Spider-Man’s protection?”

“Really, Ned? The minute people find out I’m still a teenager, they’ll lose any respect or fear of me!” Ned tried to say something, but Peter cut him off. “No, Ned. I won’t make my aunt (or you or any of my friends) a target. It’s not happening. No one else can know about this, you hear me? No one.” With that, he turned around and left. The Vulture’s threat kept repeating in his mind, eyes cold as ice and -ill you and everybody you love kill you and everybody you love kill you and everybody you love kill yo-

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Peter couldn’t wait until the bell rang and the school day was over. It’s not like it used to be before; when the suit was new to him and he felt he had to prove something every time he put it on.

No, for once, the reason why he ached to go home had nothing to do with Spider-Man. Well, it did…but it didn’t, at the same time. He wasn’t in a rush to go to a back alley and change; he just wanted to get the hell out of the building he was currently trapped in. The fight he had with Ned this morning was going in circles in his head. They hadn’t talked to each other since their argument. They spent the whole morning ignoring the other’s presence and only speaking when it was necessary for an assignment. At lunch, Peter had walked into the cafeteria and promptly walked out when he saw Ned and MJ sitting in their usual table. Appetite gone, he only ate an apple. Peter just wanted to forget it and pretend it never happen. But he knew it wasn’t possible; because Ned was the least subtle person Peter has ever met (and that included Tony Stark) and they would have to talk about it in order to put it pass them.

Only; they have already had this discussion multiple times. And each time Peter said no. He couldn’t just give away his identity. He wouldn’t. He was terrified (had been ever since the Vulture ended behind bars; fearing that the man would try to use the information to send someone to kill him…or May, or Ned) of people finding out about it. In the two weeks following Homecoming, Ned had been there, as the guy in the chair, every time Spider-Man went patrolling. Every mugger stopped, every rape avoided, every theft thwarted, every direction Peter wasn’t sure of; Ned was on his ear (he was there when Karen wasn’t, when she couldn’t be); guiding him and providing commentary. It was so...freeing, having someone to talk to. And it grounded him, too. Ned provided options that Peter wouldn’t have thought of, tried to make him see his limitations (not that Peter always listened, but still). Peter knew that he was really, really lucky to have Ned as his friend. He trusted Ned.

But at the same time…at the same time he was terrified that Ned would just blurt it out (to Flash, or MJ, or the entire team). And then…then Peter would have to deny it (and put up with the mean jokes and the bulling) and paint Ned as a liar; or would have to come forward and prove he was Spider-Man; and paint a huge target on Aunt May, all of his friends and himself. And the thing was…Peter didn’t know what he would choose; if that happened. Because he knew, he just knew that if he denied everything; school would be hell for Ned. Flash would never stop. But if he revealed himself as Spider-Man? He would be putting everyone in danger. It might be selfish of him; but he liked his life as it was. Why did Ned feel the urge to change that?

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Finally, the bell rang and Peter left. He knew Ned had Robotics right now (and he would usually wait for him if he could); but today he escaped. He was just going to go to MJ’s to ask her about their Spanish homework and then head home. Maybe take a nap; before patrolling at night (he wasn’t even excited about being allowed to wear Mr. Stark’s suit again, not anymore).

But of course the universe couldn’t agree with him. Because the one day Peter didn’t want to think about putting on the suit; there was a robbery happening in the alley just in front of him. He knew that he was the only one able to hear what was going on, because the thieves had covered the victims’ mouths with their hands. Cursing, Peter ran and crossed the street. Then he hid behind a dumpster and dug up his suit from under his homework. With the suit on, he climbed the side of the building until he reached the roof.

The minute Peter put eyes on the situation; he knew it wasn’t going to be easy.

“Karen” he whispered.

“Yes, Peter?” she answered instantly, like she always did.

“Text Ned. Say it’s you and that I’m trying to stop a robbery, but that there are two robbers and three kids involved. It’s urgent. I need my guy in the chair.” A minute later, the connection came live.

“[Peter]” Ned started, obviously agitated. He must have run from the shop to the computer science lab. “[What’s going on?]”

“I need you to help me think how to handle this.” He whispers. “Karen, give him visual.”

“[Got it.]” Ned said when he the live footage showed up on the screen. “[Ugh; that’s ugly.]”

“Yeah, tell me about it. These guys are obviously enjoying scaring these kids to death.” Peter hissed, watching.

“[It sure seems so. Shit, Peter!]” Ned exclaimed suddenly.

“What? What is it?”

“[One of them (the guy with the flannel shirt) has a knife out!]”

“Crap. What do I do?”

“[Why would I know? You are the superhero.]” Ned answered, a bit prickly.

“I don’t know Ned; because you probably know this suit better than I do! Is there any web I can use?” Peter asked, trying to think about the hundred of combinations.

“[You…could try to aim really well at the blade with the acid one?]”Ned suggested.

“I have acid in this suit!?” he yelped, surprised and scared.

“You have, Peter. But it is well isolated; the acid would never touch your skin.” Karen answered.

“Shit, shit, shit. Okay.” He breathed in, then out. “Can it melt…whatever metal that is?” he asked Karen.

“Certainly. That one would be combination 2-6-8.”

“Alright. Ned, give me a hand here? I want to melt the knife, not this guy’s hand.” Peter said, adjusting the web-shooter.

“[Okay. You need to aim to the right…a 43° angle, so that it will bounce on the wall and take the knife out of his hand. And then melt it. You have a three seconds window since you shoot until it starts to disintegrate the metal; so you have to put enough strength into it. It’ a one shot deal.]”

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Nothing went as planned.

One of the kids saw him in the roof and yelled his name, ruining the element of surprise completely. Peter still managed to get the knife out of the guy’s hand, but the man would have to be treated for mild chemical burns on his hand. Peter had apologized profusely as soon as the man started to scream; but the second robber didn’t seem to care when he grabbed a kid and threw her at him. Spider-Man managed to grab the child mid air and get her to the floor. Then he shielded her and the other two so they could run out of the alley and onto the street.

By then the thief already had shot at him a couple of rounds (those would surely leave bruises) and, seeing that those wouldn’t stop him, by now had part of a table in his hands. He surprised Peter with a hit that sent him to the ground and then bashed the piece of wood repeatedly against the hero’s head, until it broke. Then he kicked Peter in the middle and shoulder a few times. Seeing that the hero wouldn’t get up, the second robber grabbed the weeping man and together they started to leave.

Peter saw this and tried to shoot a web at them, but the thief still had the gun. He walked closer and aimed it at his head. The last thing Spider-Man heard before passing out was the deafening sound of the shots. Then he felt the bullets impact on his forehead and blacked out.

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“-ter”

“[Parke-]”

“-eter”

“[…answer me, damn it!]”

“Guys?” Peter asked, disoriented. “Ned?”

“[Finally, Peter! We’ve been calling for you for a minute and a half! I can’t believe you passed out! Actually I can’t believe you are still breathing after two bullets to the head; although of course I can, because Tony Stark makes the best suits and-]”

“Ned, sto-op.” Groaned the hero; clenching at his head. “I can’t… hear…well. I’m…dizzy.”

“You have sustained a severe concussion, Peter. You also have bruised ribs, a cracked scapula and are bleeding from the head.” Karen reported, sounding worried. “Mr. Stark has been notified, though unfortunately he is in another state. He highly recommended you to hide until he can take you home.”

“Mr. Stark? No…he will be so worried…” Peter lamented, trying to get up. “Can’t I just…lie here? I’m comfy…here.”

“[No, no, no, you can’t. The police are less than five minutes away. You have to get out of there or you’ll be arrested.]” Ned explained.

Now that Peter thought about it; the ringing he was hearing wasn’t only in his head. He could hear sirens too. It was annoying, he wanted silence.

“[-it; I’m calling MJ.]” He heard Ned say, and that made him react.

“What? What for?”

“[Because you can barely stay awake right now and won’t be able to get out of there alone. Climb the building or swing away even less.]”

“But why MJ? What does she have to do with…with anything?” Peter asked, trying to get his eyes to focus.

“[Peter; you are in her street. She lives in the next edifice over.]” Ned says, really worried right now.

“No. No. She…can’t find out. I’ll-I’ll just stay on the roof of one of these buildings.”

“I very much doubt you’ll be able to climb, Peter. You should listen to Ned.”

“No! Don’t do it.” Peter refused, even as he heard the sirens coming closer. “Just…direct me towards a building that has a fire escape, alright? You’ll have to direct me, though, because I can’t see shit with blood on my eyes.” Pause. Long pause.

“[Fine. But if you get arrested, you better not spill my name.]”

“Duh; I’d never.”

“[Ok. Keep walking.]”After a few moments Peter spoke.

“Isn’t far enough?”

“No, keep walking. Keep walking. Stop. Now… jump and catch the ladder.]” Peter has to try a few times, clenching his middle with one arm; all the while letting pain filled groans escape his throat. Finally, he managed. He supported himself on the metal frame, resting his throbbing head in the cold surface for a few seconds; whishing he could just stay there until everything stopped spinning and hurting so much. “[Peter. Peter. Spider-Man!” Peter jumped and shook his head to clear it (not that it helped). “[Focus. Now go up the stairs. You need to get to the fifth floor.]”

“What? Noo…” he whined, as his body slowly, slowly moved. “Why?”

“[Because otherwise the police will see you and follow you up.]”

“Alright.” Peter whispered, still climbing. “Tell me when I can stop.”

The ascent lasted for what felt an eternity. In a corner of his mind, Peter bet Ned was biting his nails, nervous out of his mind.

“How much more? I-I can’t more, I need to rest.” Peter mumbled. The fact that he sounded sleepier every time he talked was a bad sing.

“[Just one more floor, buddy.]”

“No, no more, please. Here it’s fine. I can’t hear anyone.” His legs trembled and he fell on his knees. “I’ll…rest here for a bit.” He could feel his mind slipping away, floating somewhere.

“[Peter, don´t you dare!” the scream broke the fog on his brain. “[You have to go up another floor.]” Peter whined and Ned let out something that resembled a growl out of frustration. “[Come on, Parker, you can do it.]”

On hands and knees, Peter clumsily moved one step at a time. By the last one, his breathing was heavy and painful, and all of his limbs trembled.

“Did I do it…Is here fine?” he mumbled, before crashing. His arm was at an awkward angle under his torso, and his ribs were burning and he could feel the blood, warm and thick, spread down his face.

“[…shit, Michelle, hurry!]”

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Peter regained consciousness slowly. His everything hurt everywhere. He tried to move, but his side strongly protested to that. So did his arm. And his back. And god, his head. He sighed and tried to touch his forehead, which seemed to be the source of the pain. His vision was a bit murky. Then he noticed the red and blue of the suit and sat up in a jump. His heartbeat was out of the charts. His ribs were hurting real bad but he ignored it, trying to find out where he was. He looked around, and saw he was in a bedroom (not his, or Ned’s, or one in the Compound). He swallowed. Then he saw the photo on the nightstand and something clicked in his brain.

“…long until he gets here?”

“Mr. Stark said an hour, hour and a half.” Ned. Ned was talking to someone.

“He’s gonna help me clean this mess up, right?” That was MJ, always practical.  Peter’s eyes widened and he touched his face again. He didn’t have his mask on. Fuck! He cursed mentally.  

He grabbed his mask that was in the pillow next to him and walked out of the bedroom. Ned and Michelle were talking in the hallway, trying to clean up a trail of blood.

“What. did. you. do. Ned?” he asked, punctuating every word. The other boy jumped, startled, but MJ just arched an eyebrow.

“I-I told you that the police was too close. And Mr. Stark was in another state. So I called MJ, like I said I would, and she helped you.”

“You are really heavy, Parker.” The girl said, huffing. “My arms are going to be so sore tomorrow.” She added.

Peter grabbed Ned’s arm and tugged him a few feet away.

“Ned” he hissed “what the hell?”

“What?” he said, breaking Peter’s grip. “The police came this close to find you. Wasn’t that what you were so desperately trying to avoid?” the other boy sarcastically asked.

“This is not better!” Peter yelled, yanking at his hair and regretting it dearly. “You didn’t have to do this! I could have-”

“What? What could you have done? You barely made it to the fifth floor. MJ had to drag you to her bedroom.”

“You could have just left me there! I would have gotten better and then-”

“And then what? You have been out for hours! You really think no one would have seen you and called the cops? Any sane person would have called the cops to arrest a vigilante passed out on their fire escape.” Ned said, annoyed.

“Apparently I’m not a sane person.” Michelle piped in, face blank. Peter ignored her.

“That was not your decision to make!”

“Actually it was, because I was the only one able to call for help.”

“You had no right to expose me like that! I’m compromised now!” Peter yelled back, raging.

“If you think this compromises you, Parker, you are more delusional than I thought.” MJ deadpanned.

“Shut it, Michelle. This doesn’t involve you. It shouldn’t involve you.” He remarked. “But because someone couldn’t keep his mouth shut-”

“It’s my job as your guy in the chair, to make sure you don’t die in a ditch!” Ned yelled, throwing his hands in the air.

“Then maybe I need another guy in the chair!” the hero screamed.

Then he put his mask on and jumped out of the window, swinging away.

Michelle and Ned watched him leave; Ned with a sense of dread and bubbling anger and Michelle definitely unimpressed.

“He could have used the door, you know.” She said, before turning around and leaving to get more cleaning products.

The blood wasn’t going to magically disappear.

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Peter barely made it home. He was feeling dizzy all over again; and his ribs were killing him. But his back had to be the worst; he had definitely aggravated his scapula injury with the swinging. He had enough forethought to grab two especial protein bars from the kitchen (Mr. Stark had come up with them as soon as Peter told him that his metabolism was a problem); because he knew that his recovery would go faster if he was well fed and he hadn’t really eaten since breakfast. Then he locked himself in his bedroom, without even taking his suit off. He just…wanted to sleep until everything made sense again. God, the things he said to Ned…Stupid, stupid, stupid!! Parker, you are such a jerk.

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“I know it’s difficult to accept you messed up, Peter, but you have to apologize.” Said Tony; trying to not seem too exasperated. He wanted the teen to open up to him, not shut down on him. It was probing to be more and more difficult, though. Tony understood the teen angst perfectly (he went through the same things, minus the powers) but if the kid continued to be an absolute asshole, he would end up without the much needed support on those fateful years. And yeah, Tony might be a little over dramatic; but god knows he would have never survived his teenage years without Rhodey.

“Peter, you need to say sorry to Ned and Michelle. What you said was incredibly rude and unfair. They were just helping you.” May said, hoping that a miracle would happen and Peter would actually listen.

“Helping me?” A voice from inside could be heard. “Ned revealed my identity five hours after I explicitly told him not to!” Peter yelled. He was obviously pretty worked up.

“Ned didn’t have another choice, honey-” his aunt started, but Tony interrupted her. If the kid wanted to be treated like an adult, he needed to stop acting like a brat. And enabling him wouldn’t help.  

“Oh, grow up, Parker! They saved your ass!” he exclaimed loudly, ready to break the lock on the door in another minute if Peter didn’t drag his butt outside. “It’s because of them that you are not in a cell god-knows-where!”

“Oh, come on! It was only the police! I could have avoided them without help!” the teen cried out, offended.

“Really? Is that why you passed out; because you could handle it?” Tony snarled and then took a few deep breaths before talking again. “If they had caught you, it wouldn’t have just been ‘the police’. You are a super-human now, Peter. And technically…you are a vigilante. And a minor. All of that would mean that A) the police would have called someone to deal with the super-human bit and you’d probably end up dealing with Ross; and B) your aunt could have been sent to trail for negligence and would have probably lost your custody, meaning that the State would have taken you in.”

Both adults waited for an answer, but there was only silence for a long time.  Encouraged, Tony kept talking.

“We are trying to get rid of Ross, and to make the Accords more sensible, but that kind of things take time. If the cops had caught you…I would have intervened, of course, but your identity would have become public knowledge (at least to all the powerful people interested in super-humans).” Still no answer. “And you behaved like a complete jerk to your friends; considering they had to drag your heavy persona to the bedroom.” More silence. The adults looked at each other, and with a nod from May, Tony activated his watch.

Then, the sound of the window closing took them by surprise. Tony rushed to open the door; but Peter was already gone, swinging between the buildings of Queens.

Tony sighed and massaged his temples. Dealing with teenagers was the worst.

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“You realize that if I didn’t know you are Spider-Man, I’d be seriously worried right now?” Tony said, stepping out of his suit.

“Can you please just…not?” Peter asked, balancing his legs over the edge of the building.

It was one of the tallest on the city; and he liked to sit here and watch everything unfold from the top. It was rather peaceful, if you didn’t care about the noise.

“Do what?” asked the engineer; sitting next to Peter.

“Not do this…whole ‘surrogate-dad’ thing. The ‘it’s all going to be okay in the morning; you’ll find someone else’ spiel.”

Tony chuckled, shaking his head. Kids these days, he thought. Then he winced, because damn, things like that made him feel old.

“Kid, Ned is not one of your teenage crushes. He is your best friend; your ‘guy in the chair’, right?” the genius asked, looking down. Tony had the sudden thought that he was lucky not to have problem with heights, because they were pretty up high.

“…Yeah.” Peter mumbled; shoulders dropping from the defensive position they had been in since he heard the repulsors.

“Believe me, Pete, your best friend is going to be your anchor.” Tony said, smiling. “Especially in this kind of lifestyle.”

“So you don’t believe that high school friendships end when we graduate?” the teen asked, sounding miserable.

“I know our experiences are pretty different, kiddo, but I really don’t. I mean, I was already in MIT when I met Rhodey, but I was fourteen. And despite petty fights, huge fights, betrayals and months of not seeing each other; we are still here. I’m still his pain-in-the-ass little brother and he’s still my platypus.” Peter smiled a little at that.

“It’s just…” he sighed. “It’s just, sometimes I feel like he’s jealous, you know? Like he wished he had these powers instead of me.”

“Peter…” Tony said gently, putting his hand on the kid’s shoulder. “…of course he’s jealous sometimes. He’s human. And a teen. Anyone would be at least a little envious if their best friend suddenly can do the things you wished your whole life you could do. It doesn’t mean anything. I would get so jealous whenever Jim presented a girl to his parents, or made new friends; because that’s something I was never good at. It didn’t help that I wished I could have a family like his. And he envied my mind sometimes, the first few years. He got into MIT on a scholarship, you see, and keeping his GPA was hard in between all of his classes and his Basic Training. Me, on the other hand…I rarely went to classes and still aced almost every test. He resented that and it hurt me; because kids my age (or older) in school would always do that and would beat me when I said I wouldn’t do their homework for them. But I didn’t want to lose his friendship; so I did something I had never done before. I tried to do his homework.” He laughed “Man; that did not work out the way I wanted; like, at all. He got so offended and I couldn’t see why and we fought. Badly.” He breathed in deeply, eyes far away. Peter felt guilty for making him sad, but he really wanted to hear the end of the story, so he said nothing.

>>“It was awful. Our first big argument and we didn’t talk to each other for almost a month, but it felt like so much more. At the end, Mama Rhodes had to come and force us to talk to each other. She said she was tired of Jim moping over the phone on every call and that she missed hearing me geek out about Star Trek or science with her boy over the land line. So we patched things up. He tried to include me more often with his friends and class mates (though that not always worked) and I learned not to do things for him and just offer my help and let him decide if he wanted it.”

None of them spoke for a while; Tony watching the city lights and Peter taking in and processing everything the engineer had said to him.

“And things went back to normal?” The teen asked, hopeful now.

“After a while. It took time. But our friendship became stronger because of it.” He seemed so sure about that so Peter had no choice but to believe him.

“We don’t have a Mama Rhodes, though. Aunt May doesn’t know half of it and we try to keep her out of it unless it’s super necessary.” Peter mused, thinking about all the patrols that May would skin him for (especially if she knew he didn’t have the Kevlar suit and was out on his ‘Spidey-pajamas’, as Tony liked to call them).

“But you have me!” Tony said with a grin.

“What? No, no, no Mr. Stark-”the teen startled.

“Come on kid! Put on your mask and I’ll let you surf of my back” he winked. “Otherwise, I’ll just carry you bridal style, like a damsel in distress. Bet that will get a smile out of Ned.” He laughed and got up.

Peter sighed, but picked up his mask and put it on. He did owe Ned an apology. Michelle too. And…well, surfing on Iron Man’s back seems pretty cool (he’s been trying to convince Tony of that the whole weekend, he’s not gonna say no).

“By the way, when was the last time you ate? You know you heal better when your body is nourished and my scans show that your healing rate is slower than usual. I’m pretty sure you are hungry.”

Peter’s stomach growled as in agreement, and the teen groaned. Tony could be such a dad!

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Peter managed to convince Mr. Stark that the apology could wait until the next day; because he really needed a shower, and was famished when they got back to his apartment. Besides, Peter hoped that Ned and Michelle’s anger would wane a bit if he gave it more time.

Also, he needed the time to come up with a good apology. Ned was a great friend, but he could hold a grudge like no one else Peter knew. And it was the first time he had ever fought with MJ (he was kind of terrified of her, to be honest). He spent the whole trip to the school trying to think what to say and how to make it up to them, when he saw Michelle getting out of her parent’s car. This it’s it, he thought, you can’t postpone this, Peter. He breathed in a few times and started to walk again.

“MJ!” he called, making her stop. He caught up to her and swallowed. “I just wanted to say, thank you. For- for yesterday.” She gave him a Look and he fidgeted. “I really appreciate what you did for me and…I-I’m sorry for being…”he drifted, not sure how to continue.

“…a jerk?” she asked, lifting an eyebrow. He flushed.

“Yeah, among other things. It’s just…too much all of the sudden, you know? My aunt found out the other day and now you and-” he saw MJ smile and stopped. “What?”

“Peter, do you really think I didn’t know about it? Or at least strongly suspected?”

“Wha-what? How?” Peter asked, flabbergasted.

“Well, there are a lot of things. Like you suddenly disappearing for the ‘Stark Internship Retreat’ you went to, that coincidentally matched the date Spider-Man was seen in Germany. The new suit (that it’s obviously Stark tech) that Spider-Man wore ever since, that coincides with you getting the internship. You leaving band practice and dropping out of the team; while Spider-Man is seen more and more often.” Peter’s jaw was in the floor, but Michelle just kept going. “You just showed up and asked to rejoin before we went to Washington, never made it to the competition, and Spider-Man just showing up to save the team, despite the fact that, with the exception of Germany, he was never seen outside of New York. The Ferry accident and you losing the Stark Internship and Spider-Man disappearing all at the same time. You going back to normal while Spider-Man is out of commission. Spider-Man fighting a supervillain in pijamas-”

“Okay, okay, I get it!” he yelled, looking around to see if anyone was listening to her monologue. No one was, luckily. “You know me very well.” He said, still amazed. She rolled her eyes.

“More like you are really obvious, Parker. I think that anyone in this school could easily found out if they were willing to believe Spider-Man could be a teenager.”

“Okay, then.” He fidgeted. “Thank you for keeping my secret. And I’m sorry, again.”

“Who says I haven’t already told the police?” she asked, with a completely straight face. Peter felt his heart stop-“Just kidding. As long as you don’t expect me to keep saving your ass and cleaning your mess, we’re good.” With that she patted him in the arm and walked into the building.

One down, one to go, Peter thought, nervous. He swallowed and climbed the stairs.

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Ned’s apology was very anticlimactic. He wouldn’t let Peter apologize per se, cutting him off midway to talk to someone else, or walking away or sitting in a different place or changing seat partners. He went as far as putting on headphones when he saw Peter coming in the hallways and dialing the volume all the way up, knowing that the other teen couldn’t stand such loud music for long.

Peter lived with his hearth in his throat the whole day, fearing that Mr. Stark might be wrong and he had lost his best friend for being a stubborn ass.

Finally, before the last period, Ned let the other teen approach, but didn’t look at him. Peter was biting his lip not to blurt everything he wanted to say, but when Ned finally looked at him and nodded, he couldn’t hold it back anymore.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry! I was a jerk and an idiot and I don’t know what I was thinking because you are my best friend and the only person I’d want to be my guy in the chair and I wanted to say thank you too; because you care and you looked for a way to help me because I needed it, even when I didn’t want it and please don’t hate me I just really want to go back to being friends.”

There was a tense pause and Peter could hear his heartbeat going crazier every second.

“First, I acknowledge your apology,” When Peter opened his mouth Ned lifted a finger and continued: “but I don’t accept it yet. Second, I want you to actually listen to my advice and not just brush it off.” Enthusiastic nodding “Third, and the most important thing, I want to meet the Vision.” At Peter’s expression, Ned rushed to clarify “Of course I want to see the whole Compound and meet Mr. Stark too, but the Vision is just so cool.”

When Peter saw the amused and eager expression on his friend’s face, he knew he was forgiven. So he nodded and they did their secret handshake.

“I should have known that would be your price. Fortunately, Mr. Stark agreed to take you to the Compound and give you a few hacking classes; so I guess you’ll meet Vision (and Rhodey and Happy) soon enough.”

“Sweet!” Ned said, overjoyed. “Apology accepted.” He winked.

While Ned and Peter were still waiting for the ring to go to class; the ‘spidey-sense’ activated. The hallways were beginning to fill with whispers and exclamations of shock. Everybody was watching something on their cells; watching the same stream. Peter quickly approached the closest phone and paid attention.

“In the Ridgewood Savings Bank, the situation is going from bad to worse. A few hostages have been released, but just moments ago we heard gunshots. There’s no visual for the SWAT team and the Accords Pannel are not letting the Avengers help yet. Thermal images might be able to help the police, but-”

“I have to go” said Peter to Ned. The other teen nodded, already turning and walking towards the computer lab. Peter ran to the bathroom and escaped through the window. He wouldn’t change near his school, not after what Michelle told him.

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“You should contact Mr. Stark, Peter.” Karen suggested, sounding insecure.

“Karen-”

“[She’s right, man. The last time we tried to do this alone it didn’t end very well.]” Ned said, as he analyzed the live footage of the suit.

“It’d be useless. The Panel won’t let him help; and if he knows I am in ‘danger’, Mr. Stark would break the Accords trying to help me. I can’t let that happen.” Peter refused.

“Peter-” the AI started.

“Guys-”

“[Alright; how about this: you go in with us as back-up, but the second something goes wrong, I call Mr. Stark. And that’s it.]” Ned said, inflexible.

“Okay, okay.” He breathed in and out a few times. “Let’s do this.” With that, he shot a web and jumped. He was inside the bank in a few seconds.

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“Crap, crap, crap, crap” muttered Ned, while he frantically tried to get back Peter’s visual, or audio, or anything. He decided to call Mr. Stark anyways.

“Mr. Sta-”

“Please tell me that red blur that entered the building three minutes ago was not Spider-Man.” The inventor said as soon as the line connected.

“…”

“Damn it, kid! What the hell were you two thinking!?”

“The news said that the Panel wouldn’t let you go; so Peter tried to help!”

“The Panel didn’t let me, because we think this is a set-up. The ‘hostages’ have no backgrounds, no names, nothing.”

“Crap.”

“Yeah, pretty much.” Mr. Stark sighed. “Okay, how is it looking in there?”

“…” Ned swallowed. “That’s the reason I called you. I lost contact with Peter and Karen 50 seconds ago.”

“And you’re just telling me this now!?” he swore in a few different languages and talked quickly with someone “I swear, teenagers are the fucking worst thing to ever happen to humanity. What the hell was I thinking? Alright, kid, I’m going in.”

“Good luck, Mr. Stark.” Ned said, mainly because he didn’t know what else to say. He’d have to look up cool phrases from like, Q or Oracle.

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Tony was getting really tired of feeling like his heart was going to burst out of his chest from worry. This was one of the reasons why he had never tried to procreate. First Harley managed to reverse-engineer his armor to ‘watch your back, since you clearly can’t do it on your own’; and now this? I swear I’m gonna ground him so bad…he paused himself right there, before he continued the thought. Damn, I do sound like a worried dad. He closed the door he had to melt to enter the building, and started walking, trying to hear Peter. The kid never shut up and he chose now to be quiet?  

Suddenly he heard a ‘clang’ to his back, and when he was turning, someone shot a device that stuck to his armor, and started to power everything down. This must be what happened to Peter. His suit isn’t equipped to deal with an EMP that can take my armor out. A brunet woman (he could have considered her beautiful, if her cruel smile wasn’t so off putting) appeared from the shadows.

“Hello, Mr. Stark. So nice of you to join us. I was hoping to avoid seeing you, but my soldiers seem unable to take on the little spider.” She said, looking furious. The man standing beside her shivered. Yeah, Tony wouldn’t want to be in his shoes.

“So you did all of this to get him?” Iron Man asked, trying to stall. The armor was rebooting, but that would take a few moments. He was also curious, trying to seize up the threat. Meanwhile, Spider-Man was on the first floor, dodging the blasts and the darts of the soldiers. Tony really needed to help him.

“Of course! It’s so blatantly obvious that your ‘Spider-Man’ is a child still. It was so easy to design a trap that would make him crawl out.” the green-clad woman gloated “He’s as strong as Captain America (some say even stronger) and has a few other abilities that we can use. After the terrible loss of our Winter Soldiers, well…we need another test subject.” Tony’s eyes widen and his mind froze for a second. “No witty come backs, Stark? This kid must really mean a lot to you.” A sick grin spread across her face “Even better. You will lose your life at the hands of this child; once we are through with his conditioning. Just as you lost your parents to the first Winter Soldier.” Her laugh was cut short when she had to get out of the way of a repulsor blast.

“Stay.the hell.away.from my kid!” Tony yelled, shooting the missiles in his shoulders at the goons that were protecting this ‘Madame Hydra’ (oh, he liked that; he was going with that for the press conference).

The ensuing chaos was utterly unavoidable and completely rewarding. Peter took advantage of the distraction he caused to trap some goons on his webs. He might not be able to use the web-shooters, but the web-fluid is powerful and not much was needed to completely cover half the men in the substance.

Meanwhile, Tony busied himself with shooting at the obviously more experienced fighters that were covering for Madame Hydra’s exit. He taked out the EMP gun first; and subsequently he shot at their knees and middle, trying to incapacitate them and not particularly caring if they lived of not after this.

Then he went after the woman. She threw a grenade at him but he slapped it to the side, towards a group of men that were trying to creep on Peter. He caught up to her when she was reaching the door; hurling her back at the centre of the building. He cuffed her hands and feet and turned around to help the kid, only to find him casually (too casually) leaning against a pillar. There were dozens of men completely covered in webs: hanging from the ceiling and other pillars, stuck to the floor or the walls and (Tony’s favorite) a huge bundle of web, people and elements (parts of guns and debriefs) just moving around, because the men inside couldn’t separate themselves from the others or from that particular piece of whatever that was poking them. When Madame Hydra started throwing insults and screeching about HYDRA’s superiority, Peter grabbed a bit of web and taped her mouth shut.

Tony just shook his head and laughed. Explaining the property damage and why exactly he went in without explicit permission to the Panel might be a problem; but at least SWAT, the NYPD and the media were going to have a good day.

Kids, the genius thought, even if they are reckless and stubborn and a pain in my ass, sometimes they have good ideas.

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After calling the SWAT team in and explaining the situation so that they would focus on the real bad guys; Tony steered Spider-Man away from where he was explaining to a few officers how many men there actually were in the bank right now (with all the webbing, they can’t really tell).

“So” Peter started, and somehow Tony knew that there was a smug smile behind his mask. “Are we ‘there’ yet?”

Tony laughed.

“Yeah, kid, we are there.” He answered, chuckling. He stretched an arm and pulled the kid to his chest, hugging him tight. Peter didn’t seem to care the hard metal of the suit; he just squeezed harder, so that Tony would feel it.

They were dirty and sweaty and hurting in places they shouldn’t be hurting; but they were whole and they were alive. Peter was safe, this fucking organization lost. And so will any other that might want to take his kid away.

Problems might still arise; with the Panel, the cops, etc. But for now it was okay.

It was enough. They deserved this.

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