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spidercakes · 4 years

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ABO prompt if you will - Tony is an alpha but Peter is a beta. They can’t be together as laws prevent alphas from mating with betas so they pine in silence. Peter gets kidnapped by Ross who is trying to figure out how Peter got his Spider-Man powers and one experiment changes Peter into an omega. When he is rescued, he is in heat and throws Tony into rut and the alpha claims his omega.

This prompt: implies smut

Me: ok, angst.

I mean, its still technically what you asked for minus the smut but also there’s like many angst.

Its not, Tony has decided, that they don’t want to. Its more like they can’t, not really, not without a level of backlash at every level that would make a relationship impossible. Its not exactly reasonable to start a relationship with someone full well knowing that everyone, including the damn government, will do their damndest just to tear you apart. Tony has no idea why there are laws preventing alphas and betas from being together, there’s no reasonable explanation for it. Omegas might be more fertile and have an easier time with alphas reproducing but its not like betas are infertile. And also he and Peter wouldn’t be a reproductive couple anyway.

Beyond that the reasons get even more senseless given that betas are just as capable of dealing with heats as alphas, and its not like alphas can’t survive without omegas in heat- they make it through most of their lives without that. That particular set of laws are, Tony has gathered, little more than forcing people to fit into the hegemonic mold of acceptability and he’s never been fond of that, but he’s also not stupid. Generally speaking any alphas and betas who test that shit see betas in jail for an extended period of time, not alphas. And he can’t do that to Peter. If either of them should end up in jail its him- first of all he’s actually broken like a stupid amount of laws in his lifetime and Peter hasn’t, and also he’s the older one. He’d miss out on less in prison, but the laws are designed to punish betas for not falling in line, not alphas or omegas.

So he gets stuck watching Peter from afar, working with him in the lab, and trying his best to avoid him blowing up in the field. “You know we wouldn’t say anything, right?” Bruce asks softly, disrupting his line of thought. Across the lab Peter is trying and failing to teach Dummy to fetch.

“Wouldn’t need you to. Since when have I been known to do anything subtly?”

Bruce sighs because they both know he makes a point. Its not like he hasn’t thought of that either, and Peter absolutely has. Came to him a couple months ago insisting they could manage it and Peter he’s sure could. But Tony has never been known for his ability to keep secrets or keep anything from the public eye. He literally decided to throw out Pepper’s cue cards and proclaim himself Iron Man because that felt less difficult than playing like he wasn’t. There’s no way Peter wouldn’t end up in jail over his stupidity.

When Peter goes missing it takes them a day to notice. Its not entirely unusual for him to disappear from the public eye for a day or two thanks to school and its exam season so Tony hadn’t thought much of it until May showed up at his door. “So you haven’t talked to him either?” she asks, clearly on the edge of panic.

Tony is too but he’s also not totally stupid- Peter isn’t exactly easy to contain with his abilities and hurting someone with super healing permanently is difficult. He once tested out a few theories on Steve and the guy is next to immortal. He can be killed, Tony is sure, but not through any normal means and that includes aging. Peter’s genes share a lot in common with Steve’s now, so he suspects he has a lot of the same resistances not that he’d ever dream of testing that out on him.

“May, I once watched someone drop an entire building on him and he mostly crawled out pissed off. I’m sure he’s fine, we just need to figure out where he is.”

“Is that actually supposed to make me feel better?” she asks and Tony sighs.

“My point is that he’s durable, exceedingly so. Causing genuine, permanent damage is nearly impossible. Its why we tend to send him out with Steve and Bruce- the three of them are stupid strong, hard to kill, and their collective intelligence makes them hard to deal with strategically too. Trust me May, wherever he is it might not be pleasant, but he’ll more than likely be fine when we pick him up.” Psychologically? Probably not, but he doesn’t want to freak her out and they’ve all, in some way or another, been held captive and tortured. At this point its like an Avengers rite of passage. That’s at least half their hero origin stories.

“How are you going to find him?” May asks and Tony sighs.

“His suit has tracking in it partially to keep tabs on him but also to keep tabs on the suit itself- that kind of technology wouldn’t exactly be put to any good use in the wrong hands. If we’re lucky no one has turned the tracking off. If we aren’t we’ll see where it went before he disappeared and go from there.” There’s also the added benefit of seeing where Peter ends up the most, where all of them do. It tracks villain patterns well so Tony will cross reference the rest of their tracking against Peter’s too, see if any data points stick out.

Bruce looks at the screen in front of him while Tony paces. Bruce is more than capable of tracking a wayward spider suit, a literal child could do it if need be, but Tony is stressed. “Ping is coming back,” Bruce tells him. “In uh… Florida? He have anything going on there?” he asks.

Tony walks over to the computer and pulls up where, specifically, he is. “No. We’ve all heard him refer to Florida as the smelly armpit of America so I don’t see why he’d go there on his own either,” he points out.

Bruce sighs, “I maintain that the smelly armpit is Texas, but you make a point. The suit shows a pretty much direct travel path too, which is unusual. How the hell would someone manage to get someone with his abilities that far in a straight path? It doesn’t even look like Peter fought back.”

No, it doesn’t. He went from one spot to the other, no zipping around in between to indicate a sign of struggle. He pulls up Peter’s vitals around the time he went missing and frowns. “What the fuck?”

Bruce leans in and frowns too. “Stasis?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.

“You’re telling me you think he was instantly frozen?” Tony asks, eyebrows drawing together.

“Not instantly, looks like he reacted but not in time. And the information is from his web shooters, not his suit. Don’t think he would have been in it at the time. Isn’t it pretty much frozen proof anyway?”

Not exactly, but for the purposes of this conversation yes so Tony nods. “Okay. Given the time of day he was probably about to patrol but why the fuck would anyone freeze him? Why the hell would that be a solution to how to kidnap Spiderman?” Seems kind of stupid, convoluted too. Yes he would be exceedingly difficult to get a hold of given that he’s flexible, strong, and not exactly lacking in intelligence and fighting ability but freezing him? That could go wrong in so many ways. The fact that it didn’t is probably a weird fluke.

Bruce frowns, looking over the information again before pulling up his location. “Tony. I could be wrong, and I’m probably not, but I’m pretty sure that’s one of Ross’ beach houses.”

Tony squints, “who the hell is stupid enough to take their victim to their house? Can’t be Ross.”

“The freezing would make sense if it was Ross,” Bruce says. Tony raises an eyebrow, unsure how Bruce figures that. “He has most of out data on our genes, he’s already tried to experiment on me like five times, and Steve was at his least dangerous when he was frozen. And he’d have enough information on Peter to know they work in really similar ways. Freezing makes sense if its Ross otherwise what kind of idiot would decide to try and freeze a super person with no guarantee that it would work? If not for the information that being frozen essentially stuck Steve in a suspended state of animation, which would make it a lot easier to run a few tests on him, then that makes no sense.”

He says that like villains make any sense at all. The last couple Tony has personally dealt with rode his ass because his father was a dick and because he was kind of mean and didn’t talk to the guy on a roof. Villains are people too, and people make no god damn sense. But he does make a point about the freezing thing, with knowledge of Steve’s suspended animation it would make sense to try and recreate those conditions and hope for the best. It might be common knowledge that he was found frozen in the ice and lived, but its not common knowledge how that happened. There are whole fan theories about it that proper everything from the correct assumption that the serum made him able to withstand extreme cold with a lowered heart rate and slowed brain activity to conserve energy to aliens. And clearly whoever took Peter wanted him alive otherwise what kind of dipshit tries to freeze their victim to death, then panics and takes them to Florida? Though, Tony supposes, that does seem like a Florida man thing to do.

“Do you really think Ross is that bad at strategy? What if it failed? What if Peter didn’t react to freezing the same way Steve had? What if he chose a different route that day for patrol? Ross might be a dumbass, but is he really that stupid?”

Bruce laughs a little. “Sometimes I forget how often you and Steve run every available option through your heads before you do something. Ross isn’t stupid by any means, but he has Peter’s patrol schedule and around this time of year he doesn’t break pattern, can’t because of exams. Strategically its a good time to move on a plan that requires him to be in a certain spot when you know he’s far less likely to deviate from his normal plans. And Peter might be super, but he’s not going to not have a reaction to being flash frozen. If Ross’ goal is to experiment on him if he managed to escape the freezing he still learned something. Its unethical science, but its not exactly bad science.”

Yeah, he’ll agree to disagree there. Tony knows a thing or two about winging it when it comes to experiments and it never goes well. Okay, it never goes well for him. Everyone else seems to not have problems with it but he’s got bad luck. Still makes him weary of that kind of thing and also Bruce has a vested interest in pointing the finger at Ross. Tony doesn’t think he’d do something like that on purpose on account of unlike Ross he’s not a shitty person but still. its worth it to verify Bruce’s suspicions. He runs the address and turns back to Bruce, “you seriously think Ross would be dumb enough to drag Peter’s ass back to his house? Come on, even Ross can’t be that stupid.”

“Its under his mother’s name, I think. Its still not smart, but its close to a secret army base in the area. Peter might be there, not the house.”

“But they left his suit in the house?”

“Ross might not be dumb enough to do that but a tactical team might be,” Bruce points out.

Yeah, alright. Address results return and sure shit Bruce isn’t wrong, including the bit about the house being under Ross’ mother’s name. Except the woman is dead so it shouldn’t be but that’s a whole other bag of shit Tony doesn’t give a damn about.

“Is he really this stupid?” he asks Bruce.

He shrugs, “he tried to shoot me with a gun he knew wouldn’t work given that I’d survived being bombed at that point so yes, I think he’s that stupid.”

Tony sighs. “I guess I should be grateful for it but something about this feels too easy.” Nothing these days is ever this easy for him, usually its Steve that gets all the luck so something is going to go wrong, he knows it.

Steve lets Bruce take the lead because he knows Ross the best but it doesn’t work well when he keeps deferring to Tony. Probably because he knows Peter’s suit’s information best, and the information they got from the web shooters, but still. That and he probably has the most vested interest in getting Peter back. But Bruce’s suspicions are right in that he’s not in the house- his suit was, and one of his web shooters, but Peter was nowhere to be found.

“Are you sure your scans are accurate?” Steve asks him and he knows he can’t see his face in the suit but he glares at him anyway. Steve’s cheeks turn a little red. “For a mask that thing has a surprising amount of judgement on it,” he mumbles.

“We’ve found him,” Natasha says over the comms. “Bruce was right about that army base- Clint, don’t you dare piss on- oh my god, someone get here and deal with this,” she mumbles.

Steve frowns and Bruce sighs, concentrating for a moment before he turns green and gets considerably larger. Tony’s mostly glad that the pants he made to accommodate worked and no one has to risk being exposed to Hulk dick ever again. And if Natasha isn’t concerned he assumes Peter is okay, if likely shaken. Or still in stasis. That’s probably the most preferable option, all things considered.

“He’s loopy,” Natasha tells him, leaning against the door frame and Tony frowns.

“Can you smell that?” he asks Steve, who looks red enough for Tony to assume that’s a yes.

“Smell what?” Nat asks, looking between the two of them and Steve sighs.

“Shit. Neither her or Clint have a strong sense of smell. Budapest,” he says in way of explanation not that Tony believes it. They say that to everything and fuck sakes he knows, he knows that’s Peter.

He pushes past Nat into the room they’ve found Peter in and his brain is already fuzzy but he forces himself to focus through the smell and attraction. Peter has bigger shit to worry about than Tony’s biology to react to his. Shit. Peter notices him fast too, perking up as he sees him and when Tony gets to him he reaches out, circling his arms around Tony and pressing his face into his neck. Tony swears for a moment he sees white and he doesn’t mean to let out a small, strangled moan in response but its almost impossible not to all things considered.

“Hey, Tony,” Peter murmurs, voice at his ear and Tony counts to ten to try and refocus.

“Hey, baby. Lets get you out of here, hmm?” He pulls away, or tries to, but Peter pulls him back fast.

“No, don’t go. Please,” he asks, voice small and eyes wide.

Jesus Christ.

Bruce looks over at Tony, who looks half lost himself let alone Peter, who is happily curled into his lap, face at his neck smiling away deliriously. Every time he sees some poor omega in heat he’s a little happier he’s a beta because it looks awful. “Do… do you think you can reverse that?” Steve asks.

His self control is remarkable, Bruce will give him that. His senses have to be going haywire at the moment and Tony is having a hell of a time holding back. Granted out of the two of them Bruce supposes he expects Steve to have the better self control anyway. He looks over at Peter though and winces. “I… don’t think I can,” he says not because he can’t, he’s sure he could figure it out eventually. But after so long of watching him and Tony dance around each other it seems cruel to pull them apart when they can actually be together now.

“How the hell does that happen?” Steve murmurs.

Bruce shrugs, “no idea. Presumably some type of gene therapy but it looks like the rest of his biology is the same, including the altered bits. I don’t see why Ross would want to turn a beta into an omega, there’s no real use for that.” And of all the eugenicist ideas that have stuck around the idea that betas are useless and should be either eliminated or turned into omegas or alphas isn’t one of them. Now the assumption is mostly that they should just stick to being with each other because omegas and alphas belong together and betas don’t fit into that binary at all. There’s no real reason Ross would have done this except by accident and that’s one hell of an accident. The Nazis spent years on it and they never figured that out either, and god knows his own experiments went terribly.

“What did he want with him to begin with?” Steve asks.

Good question but they don’t have all the answers at the moment. Right now there’s like five different police agencies crawling all over that army base looking for motive and evidence. “As far as we were able to tell he wanted to know how Peter’s powers worked, and yours. But I suspect he chose to capture Peter because he’s the easier target. You’re well versed in military strategy and Peter is a stressed twenty two year old- he’d be my choice too.”

“And off the record?” Steve asks, correctly assuming that Bruce has his own theories.

He sighs, “off the record I assume he picked up my research where it left off. We found one of those spiders Oscorp had, the one that turned Peter into what he is. It looked different from the one Peter drew out for us.”

Steve snorts, “are you sure that’s not because Peter isn’t exactly a good artist?”

Bruce smiles too, looking over to Peter, who’s still curled up in Tony’s lap looking content. Tony looks like he’s given into his urges to actually react to Peter and he’s got his arms curled tightly around him, face tucked into his hair as he gently runs his fingers up and down one of Peter’s arms. “Could be that, but I doubt he got the colors wrong. They look cute together.”

He looks over at Tony and Peter but something looks off in his expression. “Yeah, I guess they do,” he murmurs.

Tony knows he should leave Peter be, stick him in a warm bath to cool his skin some and leave him alone but he can’t. Peter doesn’t want him to either and its hard to say no to him when he’s wanted him for so long. Peter has had an interest in him for longer, probably since before they met given that he wasn’t exactly unknown to Peter before then. He’d been so gangly and adorable and green, but full of promise and someone had to get the damn kid out of crime fighting pajamas. May might have lost her shit when she found out but Peter was Spiderman before Tony and he’d be Spiderman without him though he suspects Peter would have grown a brain cell or two and made himself a suit.

And then he got better, seemed to learn from everyone else’s mistakes and he grew up too. He stopped being so gangly and filled out, and his voice started to sound more like an actual person’s and not a squeak toy and he’s smart. He’s always had a thing for intelligence but with Peter its different than the way he usually is. Normally he likes the showy types, not unlike himself though usually they don’t present that showiness in the same way. Pepper was brilliant and had no problem showing off, but she never actually stated that’s what she was doing. She’d just do something better than everyone else and give them a look. Rhodey was the same way, except he had no problem rubbing someone’s nose in it if he felt like they didn’t get the point enough. Even Christine Everhart fell into that given that she’s tenacious and kind of an asshole, but genuinely better at reporting than most.

Then there’s Peter, who’s so quiet about his intelligence, who mostly just uses it to help people and make other people’s lives easier. Its a soft show of the way his mind works but its just… hard for him to get out of his head, the way Peter consistently manages to find easier and faster ways to evacuate people out of cities, or respond to whatever calls for their help they get, or new features for his suit that help him do his job better. People like to think of Steve as the golden boy but the truth is that he’s jaded and stubborn and sometimes that makes him mean and hard to work with. Peter is the one everyone should look toward but he’d never say so himself, even if Tony is sure he knows its true.

“Missed you,” Peter murmurs, curled right into his side, one leg thrown over Tony’s hip and his arms curled tightly around him. Every time Tony moves a little Peter clings harder and that’s adorable even if he’s sure that’ll leave bruises in the morning.

“I missed you too,” he says, running his hand up and down Peter’s back. Poor thing starts to get fussy if Tony stops, irritated that he’s no longer being scented. “Are you okay?” he asks. Its the first time he’s gotten the opportunity to ask and he can feel Peter smile.

“I can finally be with you, so yeah.” Fuck, doesn’t that just break his heart. He curls his arms tighter around Peter, earning a soft noise of happiness for it and Tony feels his heart squeeze. He’s wanted this for so long and he can finally have it so he huffs out a laugh and releases Peter from his grip. He gets a dirty look for it but Tony quickly tilts Peter’s head up and kisses him to remove the frown. Peter lets out a surprised noise and presses himself into Tony, shifting fast so he’s straddling him and Tony has no idea how they ever managed to go this long without doing this anyway.

When he wakes up Peter isn’t there and something doesn’t smell right. He frowns, wrinkling his nose and getting up. He feels hungover, which he knows is stupid but taking care of omegas in heat takes a lot out of someone and more out of the omega, so he has no idea where Peter has gotten off to. Can’t be far but he’s not in the bathroom so Tony decides to check the kitchen only to find him absent of that space too. He does find Steve though and he looks weirdly guilty.

“What’s up with you?” Tony asks, somewhat irritable.

Steve looks away for a moment and sighs, “whatever… whatever Ross did didn’t stick,” he murmurs and no. No. This can’t possibly- he just got Peter, he can’t give him up now.

He turns and walks out of the room fast, hoping he’ll manage to find Peter in the lab.

Bruce looks pained and Peter doesn’t have the patience for it because he felt his fucking heart break this morning and he has no time for Bruce’s pain too. “Please, you have to be able to do something,” he says, voice cracking.

He shakes his head though, taking a small step back. “Peter, the last time I did anything like this I turned into, as Tony not so delicately put it, a giant green rage monster. Do you seriously want to take that risk?”

Peter throws his hands up, “well I might as well!” he yells. “Because I’m tired of living like this, always skirting around my feelings because I’m a beta and I can’t date anyone who isn’t! Its bullshit Bruce and you should know that!” He’s the only other beta in the Avengers, he figures if anyone can relate is has to be Bruce. No one else has to deal with all the stupid weird laws that they have to follow to properly fulfill their role in never shaking up the alpha/omega binary that people think makes some type or equilibrium or something- he doesn’t fucking know. But he does know its all a bunch of garbage and all because people don’t like betas dating alphas or omegas, there’s no other reason to act like that.

“Peter,” a soft voice says from behind him and he turns to find Tony there. He turns back around immediately and squeezes his eyes shut because he can’t deal with this right now. “Hey,” Tony murmurs and Peter can feel his arms circle around him. He wants so badly to hug him back but he won’t, not when he knows Tony will just leave him and he can’t do it, he can’t deal with that. “Peter,” Tony says, “baby, I love you.”

He feels his breathing slow a little as he sinks into Tony’s arms but he doesn’t turn, doesn’t respond. He can’t because Tony is telling him that to make him feel better, not because he’s actually going to stick around in their barely even was a relationship. Bruce, on the other hand, looks uncomfortable and Peter wants him to leave as much as he wants him to stay.

“You’re just going to go,” he tells Tony, “so do it.”

Tony’s arms tighten around him some and he hears Tony let out a shaky breath. “I should,” Tony says, voice cracking a little, “because you’ll be the one punished for this if anyone found out but-” his words cut out for a moment and he takes another deep breath. “But I can’t, I can’t leave you.”

#tony stark x peter parker #starker #fanfiction #alternate universe #abo fanfic #omg lmao this is so not what you wanted im so sorry

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luna-01l · 6 years

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Heart Like Yours [Prologue]

Pairing: Tom Holland X Reader

Warnings: None

Words count: 1k

Summary: You never thought you’d win that promotion from The Brothers Trust, but you did it. You’ve never been a very lucky girl and bad things happened to you. Things that leave you with marks. But the longer you spend with Tom, the more you have hope that good things may happen. This trip will surely change your life

A/N: So, this is my first series, and I'm really excited! Tell me what you think please!

series masterlist || part. 1 || part. 2

“... The chance of hang out with me, on set from Spiderman: Far From Home. It's going to be amazing-”

“Y/N? The client is calling.”

You look to your boss from you phone with a big bright smile. And then look at the table with a man looking annoyed.

“Sorry, boss. On it.”

You put your phone in the pocket and go serve the man.

When you go back to balcony your friend Lucy was looking at you with suspicious eyes. You couldn't stop the dumb smile on your face.

“What do you saw in your phone?”

“Oh, nothing y'know? Just this random meme.” You try to dismiss the subject, but Lucy know you too well.

“You saw something of that Holland guy, didn't you? What was it?

“What? Why would you think that?” You say cleaning the table.

“You always smile like that when you see anything that he is involved.”

“Leave me alone!” You throw the cloth in her.

“Y/N Since I've known you, you've got this thing for him. You think that I don't know that you sing “happy birthday” to him in you bed?”

You face went red.

“H-How do you know that?”

“I heard you once. When I slept over your place. I thought that was for you, but I realized that was for him”

You covered your face with the hands in shame.

“No one was supposed to know that!”

“Well, I do.” Lucy says laughing. “But, seriously, the guy don't even know you!”

It was true. He didn't. But since you first saw him on screen — in The Impossible — you had this odd feeling on your heart. You knew that was something more than just fan love.

But you couldn't explain the feeling of your heart full of joy when he got the role of Spiderman, how much happy you was when he traveled the world to promote the movie, the proud when he went to the children hospital dressed like Spiderman and you felt happy because his smile was so genuine and he was so good and kind with those kids.

You knew all those things, and because of it, it was like you already knew him.

“He don't. But I do.” You say and Lucy roll her eyes.

“Anyways. What are you doing tonight?”

“Staying home and finish the book that I'm reading.”

“Y/N, you're so boring.”

“Girls, the tables won't serve by themselves.” Your boss call your attention.

“Look who's a pain in the ass today.” Lucy says and you hold back a laugh going back to work

You was totally sure that you wouldn't win, even because you just had one chance — You couldn't afford more than that with you salary — and you never was a lucky girl.

You're the kind of girl that is a totally disaster — the gravity was against you, that was no other explanation. You never been obsessed with how you look and you totally preferred spend the night playing video games or reading a books than go to parties like Lucy.

Your mum always said that you had a old soul and you agreed with her, someone had to be the adult there.

You sit in front of you computer with the page of The Brothers Trust open. You just finished your subscription, you hold the little necklace that you mom gave you when you was little couldn't help but feel a little hope in your heart.

What are you doing, Y/N? You're going to be disappointed again.

You close your eyes and shake your head.

You close the notebook and go to your bed sighing

Take that stupid dream out of your head. It's never gonna happen.

With that, the tiredness got you, and you slept with a night full of dreams involving the brown eyes that you would never see.

A few days passed since the first vídeo of Tom and The Brothers Trust promotion. You kind of was avoiding everything about that to not feel sad or not have hope.

It was one of this times that you got the notification on your phone, but you refuse to see.

You knew that today was going to be the day that they would say who was the winner, and for sure, that wasn't going to be you.

You throw your phone in the jeans pocket and go back to work.

“Lucy, the guy of the table 7 asked a cappuccino with extra chantilly.”

“Just a sec mate! C’mon phone! C’MON!” She yells while shake the phone.

“Lucy are you crazy?!” You say capping her mouth “Do you want the Mike kick our asses out?!” You smiles to the girl was give you a strange look. “Sorry, miss. It wouldn't happen again.”

“Sorry! Sorry! The phone isn't working and I have to call this dude that I meet yesterday. But. The. Phone. Isn't. Working.” She says like the phone could hear her.

You laugh, thinking how you two — with so different personalities — end up best friends.

“It wasn't supposed to the guy call first?”

“You're in what? 20th century? The times changed dear.”

“Okay, confident woman. But, right now, your work is calling you. Now.”

She moans in frustration, and then something goes through her head. She looks at you, with a look you knew too well.

“Y/N… you're so good friend aren't you?”

“Oh, no. Don't came with that to me.” You cut her off.

“Oh, please Y/N. It won't take long! I promise! I just need to tell him that I didn't lost the interest. Just that! I promise!” She looks at you with those puppy eyes.

“Fine! Five minutes. It's all I that give you.” You roll your eyes and give the phone to her.

She hug you and run to the back door. Shaking your head you start to prepare the cappuccino. You're always amazed at how easily you give in with her.

Some minutes later, Lucy came back with a bright smile.

“Thank you so so so much! You really are a friend. She says, returning the cell phone.

"Oh ... So I'm only your friend when I do you favors?"

“No, silly. You're also a friend when you give me food.” She jokes, as if it were obvious.

“Oh, right. Good to know.” You reply and roll your eyes.

“Oh! And, TomHolland2013 just posted a video.”

“Oh, I know. I just don't wanna see.”

“What? Y/N Y/L/N don't want to see a video of her lovely Tom Holland? Why?”

“Just… I don't wanna see who won that thing and feel sad y’know. I don't wanna have hope to be crashed again…”

“Oh, c’mon Y/N. Take a look. And if you feel sad, I'm here with you. You know that I make fun of you on this, but… if there is someone who deserves to be happy and win this thing… that person is you.”

You look at your friend in her perfect haircut and and angelic face. She was so brave and kind. She was with you when all the bad things happened, supporting you and protecting from every harm.

It would be okay, if she was there with you.

But, not today.

“Thank you, Lucy. But, really. It's nothing. It's all good.” It wasn't.

She look at you like she wanted to say more, but let go.

“If you sure.”

---

You get out of the Coffee late again, so your plans to go to the bookstore melted. You've to read something repeated.

With a sigh, you take your shoes and your coat off and lay down in the bed. The thought, the hope with the small chance you were drawn didn’t leave your head all day.

You tell yourself that you are preserving your heart from feeling hope, but you know you are only fooling yourself. Your heart filled with hope the moment Tom made that video.

Just a look Y/N. It won't kill.

You sigh again.

What if I won? What it would be like? What if…?

Your phone ranging took you out of yours thoughts. Not even looking who was it, you pick up.

“Hello?” You length, trying to ignore your lazy and tired voice.

“Ms. Y/L/N?”

“That's her. Who is this?” You sit to play more attention on the unknown voice.

“Hi, this is Tom's Personal Assistant. Did you apply to participate in the Brothers Trust promotion?”

You took a second to understand what he said. It seems like you brain has stopped.

“Y-Yeah. I did.”

“Very well. Thank you for helping our project and congratulations. You're the winner.”

You couldn't understand. How is that possible? You only had one chance. The luck finally smiled at you for once?

“I- I won?” You ask, too shocked to process what he had said.

“Yes, miss.” He seems to find your reaction funny “We will been pass all the info that you need for email. We already have all the data that we need from the application that you gave to us. We'll be in touch. Do you understand?”

“Yes. Yes. Of course.” You didn't hear one word that he said.

“Great. If you don't have more questions, we'll see you soon.”

“Just- Just one more thing sir. H-How this is possible? I just… just went one time… and…”

He laughs.

“Seems you're a lucky girl then.”

“Yeah… Lucky…”

“We'll be in touch soon. The email it most already be in your inbox.”

“Okay… bye sir.”

“See you soon, Miss Y/N.”

And he hung up.

It was when you realised that you didn't get his name.

It was a dream. That's the only explanation.

You pinched yourself just to make sure. It wasn't a dream.

Deep breaths Y/N. Deep breaths.

It feels like you've been sit in your bed for hours, but when you look at you phone again, it just passed a few minutes.

You won the promotion. You are going to spend three days with the Holland family. The family that you always taken as a exemple.

You couldn't stand the happiness that you heart was feeling. You just could smile.

You took you necklace and look at it.

“Remember Y/N. Good things happen when you're a good person, even if it's seems like don't. We have to always look at the goods thing…”

For the first time in a long time, you believed again. Your mom was right. Good things happen.

For the first time, you let yourself feel hope.

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spideybpy · 6 years

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peter parker x reader || the newspaper (part three)

part one || part two

summary: the reader finds a lead on Spiderman’s and somehow manages to enlist Peter’s help in discovering his true identity

warnings: like two swears

The paper was doing better than anyone expected, like a lot better. You had already exposed what was really in the lunches for 'Mystery Meat Monday', busted the science fair sabotage and covered every competition and celebration the school had held. Plus it was wildly popular with the students, despite what you had expected.

And your relationship with Peter was better than anyone expected, like a lot lot better. It seemed with every second you spent with him your affections continued to grow, much to your displeasure.

It was moments like this, when you were sat in the same booth in the same coffee shop as you always did with the same drinks as you always had, that Peter felt less like a person and more like home.

"I have some exciting news!" you said, determined to shake the thoughts away. You couldn't afford to think like that.

Peter raised his eyebrows, "News for me news or newspaper news?"

You rolled your eyes at him, "Big news: I might have found a lead on who Spiderman is."

"What!?" Peter choked on his hot chocolate.

"Look, I know it is more of a punt than anything solid but just hear me out: I think he might be a kid from our school." Any colour that was left in Peter's face had drained out. You grabbed your laptop and opened it in front of you both, "This is a list of all the recorded sightings of Spiderman. If you look here, weekends are sporadic but from Monday to Friday you can see that the earliest sightings are all around 3:45. Never any earlier. School finishes at 3:30, so you have to agree that there is at least some plausibility in this." You flicked up a map of Queens onto your screen, "And here, I've plotted all these sightings and any schools in the area. If he's our age, he has to be going to our school, Peter. You can't deny all these sightings are basically a cluster around school and if you can think of any other explanation, please enlighten me." You sat back and observed Peter's reaction.

"But... Y/N... that would make him just a kid." He licked his lips.

You wanted to catch him off guard. You didn't want to interrogate him but if the rumours were true... "Are you saying he's not a kid?"

"Yes!" Peter shot back.

"Because you know him."

"Yes!" You weren't sure whose eyes went bigger, "I mean no. I don't know him. I know Spiderman but I don't know who he is." He tried to recover, "I just know he isn't a kid. He's too tall and broad and his voice is too deep and he's too... too intimidating to be some kid. I hate to say this but it is probably just some coincidence." Peter exhaled, finally meeting your eye, "Why do you want to uncover Spiderman's identity anyway? Surely if he wanted to be known he would make it so."

You considered this for a moment. To be completely honest, you hadn't thought that far ahead. It was just the thrill of the unknown and the glory of being the only one to know who he really is. "I don't want to expose him," you knew that much was true, you respected his want for privacy, "I just- there's something about the mystery of it all, you know? Imagine getting an interview with Spiderman or exclusive details? I just enjoy this, the sleuthing, the stake-outs... I know I won't really find out who he is, it's just the excitement of it all, you know?"

"I just don't want you getting involved with Spiderman; he's the one fighting the bad guys and if they find out you're involved with him? They'll come after you, Y/N." Peter shook his head, "And I think you'll find that's the opposite of what he's trying to do."

Everything became too sombre too quickly. You didn't like it, with Peter it was meant to be all laughs and smiles, not whatever this was. You sat there in silence for a while, neither wanting to disturb the other.

"Hey, how about this," Peter met your eye for the first time in forever, "if you help me look around school tomorrow and we find nothing, I'll forget about this whole Spiderman thing."

The side of his mouth curved up into a smile. "Deal."

"What are you even looking for?" Peter leaned against the row of lockers which you were idly flicking open.

"Right now?" you asked, peering into the next locker, "I'm looking to see if Spiderman's made a mistake whilst we wait for someone to unlock the reprographics room."

"What, you think Spiderman's left his suit in his locker? Don't you think he must be slightly more intelligent than that?" he said too quickly.

You frowned as you came across a locked locker, completely ignoring Peter. "Hey, isn't this your locker? What secrets have you got locked away in there?" you turned to him to laugh but he looked too sheepish to join in. You rolled your eyes instead. "Whatever, forget I even asked- I don't want to know what could be so bad that you had to lock it away."

Fortunately, one of the reprographics staff walked past and saved you from whatever hell of a response Peter was going to come back with. You waited for the door to almost shut before catching it with your foot, millimetres from it locking. Peter looked at you with a big oh no when he realised why you had asked if he was any good at quickly copying files. You tossed a memory stick across to Peter.

"It's your time to shine, pretty boy."

In theory, your plan was foolproof. You were going to distract the reprographics staff in the back room whilst Peter copied the list of everyone's extracurriculars. Simple.

However, Peter didn't seem to agree- because if anyone is going to lose their neck over this Y/N, it's going to be me. You shrugged and told him something along the lines of suck it up, princess.

The member of reprographics was more than surprised to see you- students were strictly prohibited from entering- and made signs of protest before you swooped in to explain.

"Hello, I'm so sorry to bother you but I was wondering if you could help us? Peter and I are working on an article for the school newspaper special on our school's rich and frankly fascinating history. I was hoping that you had some old documents you could show me that I could include?" You managed to muster a sweet smile and any fight left in her face drained out.

"Follow me." she gestured towards the back room. With her back turned, you finger gunned towards Peter. He pursed his lips in response with a slight raise of his eyebrows as if to say, why am I doing this? Why is it always me?

You turned your attention back to the reprographics lady and humoured her small talk as you flicked through files without really seeing any of the documents. You couldn't focus, all you could think about was Peter's stupid locked locker and whatever he was hiding from you. It was stupid, you knew he didn't have to tell you everything- everyone had secrets, even you- but you didn't like it. It was as though someone had stuffed a huge locked locker shaped wedge between you.

Perhaps what bothered you most wasn't the secret itself; it was what it meant. It meant that Peter had a bigger secret than your biggest secret and you thought your secret was pretty big.

That secret being Peter, of course.

You lost whatever train of thought you were following because the reprographics lady was leaving to go back to her computer, her computer which Peter was currently meddling with. Without thinking, you gasped so she turned back to you. She looked at you expectantly as you struggled to explain what had surprised you so much.

Grasping at straws, you exclaimed, "I love your shoes!" You both glanced down at her brown, shapeless loafers.

"Thank you." She said, turning on her heel. Her voice was filled with thinly veiled indignancy.

"Wait! Where did you get them from?" She knew you were stalling this time and after a momentary pause she hurried back to her desk with more speed than before. You scrambled after her and reached her desk at the same time as her.

Her desk which Peter was sprawled underneath.

"It looked comfortable?" He tried.

Needless to say, you got kicked out.

You sat outside the school as the sky began to darken, backs pressed against the wall and chins tipped to the sky. You were horribly aware of how close you were, barely centimetres away from each other, and yet it still felt like each centimetre was a kilometre. You sighed and Peter turned to look at you for what seemed to the first time all day.

"What's up?"

You ran your tongue along your bottom lip as you calculated the perfect words to summarise how you felt. "Well, I fucked that up."

Peter frowned at you, "What do you mean?"

You went to give him an exasperated glance- as if he didn't think that the whole plan had completely fucked up- and saw him toss something and catch it.

"You did it!?" You looked at him in awe.

"Y/N, I have never and will never fail you." He smiled at you and some of the icy distance between you seemed to melt away.

You couldn't wait to go through the data so Peter suggested you went back to his since his aunt was away. You printed the lists off and highlighted all the names of students who did no extracurriculars and then narrowed it down to just the boys (Spiderman couldn't be girl, no matter how much you wanted him to be because he had the wrong build) and finally crossed out the remaining names who were either too short by Peter's judgement or too young, leaving a little over a dozen names.

"I think we can cross my name out.", Peter said next to you.

You raised an eyebrow at him, "Once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth."

"The truth is I'm not Spiderman."

Could Peter be Spiderman? You dismissed the thought with amusement. You sighed, crossing his name out and Peter exhaled in response. Poking him in the arm you said, "I guess it is impossible- Spiderman definitely doesn't have stick arms."

Peter looked offended, "I do not have stick arms! Look at them!"

You rolled your eyes, "Yeah, your biceps are even bigger than Thor's, Peter." You collapsed onto the sofa, your short list of names still clasped in your hand. One of these kids is Spiderman. You shook your head to yourself in amazement. What next? What next indeed- you tried to think only to find you couldn't.

"What time is it?" You groaned.

"It's just gone two." Peter flopped down next to you and yawned. At least he was as tired as you were.

"I'm just going to close my eyes for a moment." Peter murmured something that sounded like agreement. You put your legs on the side of the sofa and leant back until your shoulder was pressed against his forearm and your head leant against his bicep. He tensed at the contact and you immediately felt stupid for saying he had stick arms as you realised that that couldn't be further from the truth. You almost pulled away- you were tired to a degree that your thoughts were so incoherent that you had only thought about getting comfortable- but then he relaxed and leant back into you.

Just before sleep took over, you could have sworn he whispered "Good night, Y/N."

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guardian-of-fandoms · 2 years

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I posted 62 times in 2021

39 posts created (63%)

23 posts reblogged (37%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 0.6 posts.

I added 32 tags in 2021

#transformers - 11 posts

#transformers prime - 5 posts

#highschool - 3 posts

#spiderman - 3 posts

#gen z idiots - 3 posts

#marvel - 2 posts

#artist problems - 2 posts

#not quite sure what emotion i'm feeling but there's a lot of it - 1 posts

#fallout boy - 1 posts

#panic! at the disco - 1 posts

Longest Tag: 108 characters

#i realized this in english the other day and it took literally everything in my power not to scream out loud

My Top Posts in 2021

isn’t it funny how when people get invested in fandoms, they’re quick to adopt the fandom’s fake swears? examples from a few fandoms in in:

HOLY FSM/OMFSM (First Spinjiztu Master)

Holy Primus!

Frack!

anymore examples you guys wanna share?

7 notes • Posted 2021-06-13 00:18:49 GMT

Ranting about Transformers Heights

So i’ve been in the TF fandom since may, and my fasination with fictional heights was around long before then. It started with Darkwing Duck/Ducktales, of all things, but i digress.

In G1, Bumblebee is RIDICLUOUSLY tiny, as well as other characters like Cliffjumper. Why? Bumblebee is long associated with being the short one of the Autobots, just like Optimus Prime is associated with being the tallest, or at least a decent height. But given the notoriously poor animation of G1, scale and ratio would change from episode to episode. So heights are cemented as “He’s short” and “He’s tall”, but the specifics constantly fluxuate. Bumblebee could come up to Optimus’s waist in “Kramzeek”, but not even reach his Knee in “Attack of the Autobots.” Thankfully, future series would be far more consistant with height.

now, something that has been long disscussed about Transformers is how Large bot modes can translate into small Alt-modes. again with G1, Megatron turned into a fairly small gun, but his Bot Mode was the same size as Optimus. but i’ve already complained about how Inconsistant G1 was. a better example is probably TFP Arcee, who turned into a motorcycle, and was the smallest of the Autobots. But did her Alt-Mode’s size impact her overall size? or does a Bot’s size limit the vehicles they can scan? that’s the big question here. there’s been a few breif explanations here and there, such as “Matter Compression” and the likes. But what does that mean, exactly? I have no Fraggin clue.

In a way, size has long been used to convey personality or characterization. Potraying Bumblebee as small can convey his youth, Making Arcee small can femenise her, and giving Optimus a large stature can cement him as the leader. size can be an important tool for writers to get the auidence to percive characters in a specific way. Again with TFP, Megatron is a head taller than Optimus. not only does this mean Megatron towers above his army and provides an extreme physical challange for the other Autobots, but it fills the viewer with dread, worried that even the Legendary Optimus Prime won’t be able to beat Megatron. Size can be amazing for character perception, but it dosen’t always allign with their vehicles of choice.

now, i’m not an expert on this, just needed to ramble about my takeaways. hope you enjoyed my stupid venting, lol

9 notes • Posted 2021-10-24 15:32:19 GMT

So my friend works at Wayne Enterprises as an intern or something and just sent me a photo of BRUCE FREAKING WAYNE’S SEARCH HISTORY because he left his personal laptop OPEN and totally unattended, and i’m low-key freaking out. like, the man has searched:

“Batman would beat superman in a fight”

“How to get kids to stop fighting”

“What to do when you have too many kids”

“How to get a cow and a cat to stop fighting”

“Batman is cooler than Superman”

I WILL PROTECT THIS MAN AT ALL COSTS, HE IS OUR HIMBO AND WE WILL DEFEND HIM.

10 notes • Posted 2021-11-25 22:47:48 GMT

if a human character dies in a movie or show, i couldn’t care less, but kill a Robot/Animal, and i’ll be bawling my fucking eyes out.

Baymax’s sacrifice? Crying. Data’s Sacrifice? Crying. Any of Optimus Prime’s various deaths? Crying. The Iron Giant’s sacrifice? FUCKING BAWLING.

but humans? Frick us, we’re boring, i wanna squeez the crap out of these heroic robo-babies.

15 notes • Posted 2021-06-13 02:48:03 GMT

GUYS I DID AN OOPSIE

So i reccently got into the Transformers fandom because like a week ago i decided to stay up till 1 am watching this DVD of Transformers Prime i had sitting around for a few years, and even though i went in knowing shit about Transformers, i imediantly fell in love because OH MY PRIMUS OPTIMUS JOINED THE DECEPTICONS!?!?

Like all of my obsessions, i imediantly proceeded to ANNOY THE SHIT OUT OF EVERYBODY by talking about literally nothing else. but i was at dollar tree with my parents, and i saw this pack of transformers stickers, so i had to have it.

i show it to my dad, who is a huge nerd and taught me most of my nerd knowledge, and he was sad Starscream wasn’t in it, mentioning that Starscream has always been his favorite. now i’m a decent enough artist, so my brain imediantly decided that the smartest course of acttion would be to draw Starscream. have i ever drawn anyone from Transformers before? NOPE! But it’s 1 am again, so my brain was filled with confidence juice.

it went about as well as you might think.

I learned a VERY valuable lesson. When drawing a transformer, DRAW THE BODY FIRST.

Do you know what happened because i drew the body first?

THIS FUCKERY!!!

WHY THE HEAD SO TINY!?!?!?

I WANT SO BADLY TO PURGE WITH FIRE

17 notes • Posted 2021-05-30 08:26:31 GMT

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Saudi kids sketch out ‘evil’ virus

JEDDAH: Kids have an fascinating manner of decoding tough conditions. By tapping into their creativeness, their emotional well-being is much better than adults as they dive deep right into a world of their very own.

Mother and father fearful for kids’s well being and the seriousness of the coronavirus pandemic have numerous technique of explaining the state of affairs.

Arab Information spoke to kids aged between Four and eight to listen to what they perceive in regards to the virus.

We realized that the majority kids suppose the coronavirus is ‘some green monster that hurts people.’

5-year-old Tuleen Sultan believes that by staying safely indoors, the coronavirus can not enter and her household won’t get contaminated.

5-year-old Tuleen Sultan stated: “The coronavirus are bugs with sticks as feet and no fingers. They’re small balls that float in the air, green and cute but they’re actually evil. You think they’re smiling on the outside but on the inside they’re bad and they’ll hurt you.”

Tuleen’s older brother, 6-year-old Malek, defined that the coronavirus is an invisible alien lurking outdoors of individuals’s properties: “It’s invisible and we can’t see it but we know it’s there. It lives outside the house and that’s why we have to stay inside. If we go outside they will stick to our clothes and that’s why we have to wash ourselves right away.”

He added: “If I go outside, I will run to the bathroom and wash myself with all my clothes on and shoes. This way they’ll all go down the drain. You have to kill it by using Dettol and burn them with hot water.”

Younger Malek Sultan believes that there may be one mom virus and all her invisible naughty kids are outdoors.

This endearing distinction kids make is because of their restricted repertoire, stated Saudi academic psychologist Hajer Al-Lami.

“Children have a very limited repertoire, they’ll always link things to what they know and what they see in cartoons and the imagination they have. For most of the time, children watch cartoons, so they are linking the ‘green monster’ to the monsters in cartoons they’re watching, the ones that are bad to innocent people. They immediately linked the two together, they thought ‘this small thing kills people, then it’s a monster,’” she advised Arab Information.

“This is a healthy explanation for them,” she added.

Considered one of Spiderman’s youngest followers is 6-year-old Saleh Mohammed from Makkah. He makes use of his favourite superhero because the fighter in opposition to the unfold of the illness.

“I’m going to wear my Spiderman costume and fight the coronavirus bugs. I’m going to put spider webs outside of my house to catch them like flies.”

INSTRUCTIONS FOR PARENTS

Use age-appropriate language, watch their reactions and be delicate to anxiousness.

Clarify the virus via visuals and storytelling.

Make them really feel secure by informing them of precautions the household is taking, utilizing docs because the superheroes of the tales.

Keep a sleeping schedule and maintain meal occasions constant, permitting them to really feel extra in charge of their time and be organized.

Enable free play time to discover pursuits and hobbies, which can distract them from the hectic state of affairs.

In the event that they ask what occurs if somebody will get the virus, reassure them that many individuals are being cured and receiving therapy.

It’s essential for folks to regulate their anxiousness as they’re position fashions.

Al-Lami encourages mother and father to simplify the data they need their kids to know. She stated mother and father must ask their kids what they know in regards to the virus first.

“We might find funny and cute answers, such as a tiny monster. After knowing what our children’s information is, we can start explaining more and build on what they know.”

She inspired mother and father to talk to their kids to make issues clear utilizing easy language to get their message throughout comprehensively.

4-year-old Sulafa Okay. stated: “I have to wash my hands after everything because they can live on my hands and I have to wash between my fingers too because they can live in the small lines on my hands and fingers. You can only see them with a giant telescope.”

Dr. Al-Lami harassed that oldsters should be calm, composed and never frightened of the state of affairs and never overwhelm their kids. She highlighted that kids are already conscious {that a} unusual state of affairs is going on.

“To guard kids, we have to scale back our anxiousness and worry and take care of it earlier than we go this sense of worry to our kids. Many kids are conscious that one thing irregular is occurring. Out of the blue there’s a lockdown, they can’t go to the mall to play, no household visits, can’t see their cousins and no faculty. Kids are questioning and asking what’s occurring.

“Children have a right to truthful information about what’s going on in the world, but adults also have a responsibility to keep them safe from distress,” she added.

Some kids, equivalent to second grader Layal Nasef, are educated in regards to the coronavirus and the directions given to them.

Influenced by her doctor uncle, Layal Nasef believes his stethoscope is a wand that may uncover the existence of the virus.

“I carry my magical princess wand with me as a result of the coronavirus makes individuals sick so we’ve to remain in the home and we will’t go out. We are able to solely go out to purchase vital issues like meals and garments.

“When you go back to your house, you have to wash your hands,” she stated.

Explaining how the virus entered the Kingdom, the 7-year-old defined “A number of the animals received sick and somebody ate a type of animals, and that’s how the virus got here to Saudi Arabia and all over the place.

“Do you know except where?” she requested. “It’s a place I don’t know where.”

Saudi first grader Nour Aqeel stated the coronavirus makes individuals sick and drained.

Younger Saleh Mohammed believes everybody has an excellent energy and may battle the coronavirus as soon as they uncover it.

“If you want to go out, you have to wear gloves and a mask,” the 6-year-old stated.

Different kids let their creativeness inform them.

Kindergartner Taha Mohammed stated individuals shouldn’t go away their properties as a result of “corona” is outdoors.

“It eats people, gives them fever, headaches and colds,” the 4-year-old warned. “It’s evil, with big eyes. It’s big and its colors are orange, red, blue, green and yellow. Its arms and legs are small like metal nails. It also walks like a zombie,” he added.

There is just one strategy to battle the virus, he stated. “We bring a fork and knife and hit it because we can see it,” he added. “When it’s defeated, we say bye-bye.”

One other strategy to defend their liked one could be to make use of the Mohammed “Kooki” Mardini methodology.

“I have to protect my nana (grandmother) and I’m going to put her in a big bubble. But it can’t be plastic, because they can live on plastic. I’m going to put her in a diamond bubble and put gum all over the bubble. Mama doesn’t let me eat gum so I steal it from the trash.”

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