*Spidey and the Sinister Six having their usual fight*
Doc Ock, landing a hit: You’re getting slow Spider-Man! Age finally catching up to you?
Spider-Man: You wish! I haven’t even hit my 30s! From those costumes I can already tell I failed to save you guys from those midlife crises! Sorry by the way.
Vulture: Watch it wallcr- wait… Did you just say your not in your thirties yet?
Spider-Man: Surprised that this spiders so young and spry? Well-
Electro: Dude I’ve been fighting you for at least 5 fucking years! How old even are you?
Shocker, joking cause he’s the only one who picked up no grown adult acts likes Spidey: Don’t swear in-front of the boy you don’t want him to pick it up.
Rhino: Christ! You’re tellin me I almost crushed some 12-year-olds skull all those years ago?
Spider-Man, regretting his quipping: I was not that young! Like just starting freshman year but-
Sandman, horrified as he’s the only one with a kid and dad instincts(as of my iteration): I could’ve killed a kid…
Shocker, genuinely curious: Are you even old enough to drink? Cruel to kill a man who ain’t had his first drink yet.
Electro: Please tell us you’re at least over 25 as of this fight. Hell, I’ll take over 21!
Spider-Man:….
Sandman, realizing just how young he really is: Oh my god.
Spider-Man: My birthday’s coming up soon so I guess it counts?
Doc Ock, exacerbated: It. Does. Not!
Vulture: What would your mother think if she knew her son was out here risking his life telling poorly constructed jokes?
Spider-Man, offended cause it quips slap: 1. My jokes are great 2. She and my dad are dead so-
Sandman, hysterical cause holy shit he almost killed a kid orphan: OH MY GOD!
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could you write something about simon cuddling a stuffed animal for his kid? like the kid leaves the room and doesn’t take the stuffie and gives it to him so it doesn’t get lonely and absolutely refuses to let him set the stuffie on the couch
“you have to hold him, daddy. he’ll be sad if you don’t”
i love the idea of big tough men holding small stuffed animals (bonus points if it’s a dog or a bear) -tea 🍵
ghost + your son's teddy bear
When Simon is home, he's always the one to put the kids to bed.
It's the most one-on-one time he gets with them.
First, your daughter. She's nearly two now. He will sit with her in a chair and just hold her for a bit until her squirming fades, her little cheek turning slack against his chest. "Look at you, dove. Ready for your bed." A kiss to her little hand, a kiss to her cheek. And he'll carefully transfer her into the crib.
Then, your son. You witness some of their nightly routine. Simon will lean against the bathroom door to watch him brush his teeth. "Don't forget to rinse, kid." He will let him pick out the night's attire, supervising as he practices dressing by himself (offers help where needed).
That's all you see of it. Once your son's in bed, you give them their alone time.
But one night, you're tidying up in the living room when you hear quiet murmurs. The door to your son's bedroom left ajar.
"Daddy, my bear gets sad when you leave." Soft, sleepy.
And then a gruff, "Does he now?"
"Mm. He misses your stories."
"Got to tell him your own stories fo' me, bug."
You don't mean to listen, but it's hard not to, a soft smile touching your lips. Curiously, you drift closer to the door.
"Daddy, you're big like a bear."
"Am I?"
A hum, a little giggle. "You're the dad bear. My teddy is the baby."
"Another one now, huh? Can barely handle you and your sister."
More sleepy giggles, but then there's the gentlest of yawns.
"Alright, kid. Time to close your eyes."
And what you don't see is the firm kiss planted on your son's forehead. All you hear: a quiet whine.
"Wait. You have to kiss teddy, too."
"Right,” Simon mumbles. “Give him 'ere."
You peak in just when the bear makes it to Simon’s hands. The behemoth of a man dips his head to give a kiss to the stuffed animal, just as he did to your son. Your heart flutters.
A languid pause.
"Daddy?"
"Yeah?"
"You've got to take my bear with you when you leave," your son whispers. "Or else he will get really, really sad."
Your heart clenches. Teeth grazing your cheek.
You hear your husband's low voice, "Want me to?"
"Yeah, he's your baby now, 'member? You have to tell him stories," your son demands in a sleepy daze. "And give him hugs. Like you do with me, okay?"
"Alright, bug, I'll take 'im."
And the next time Simon is deployed, weeks later, you notice the stuffed bear tucked in his bag. What you won't see, and what Simon wouldn't admit to even you, is how the bear finds home on the cot in his dorm. Simon- Ghost when he's in the uniform- holds this bear every night he can.
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Okay, so not to be a hater, but I completely disagree with the "Jamil cuts his hair after he gets his freedom" headcanon. It feels so out of character for him.
He says this, and middle school is also conveniently when he started growing out his hair
I think his long hair is a form of rebellion against the Asims, not the other way around. It also makes sense that his long hair is a rebellious form of freedom for him because someone in his line of work shouldn't have long hair. Fighting off assassins, manual labor, and not overshadowing his master, yet he has butt length hair that he puts cute little bells in? Considering how Jamil is really overcautious, this doesn't seem like an oversight to me. It seems like it's on purpose.
To me, it seems like his little safe way of saying, "hey everybody, look at me PLEASE". It's his little way of being Jamil, as opposed to just another Viper. He can spend extra time on his hair away from Kalim, and have plausible deniability to his parents. "Oh, it wouldn't do for an Asim servant to look bad, right? So of COURSE I spend so much time on my hair!" It's his little way of prioritizing himself and putting himself first, in a world that tells him he's always second to Kalim.
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