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widowbitessting · 7 months

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The Devil is What You Drink - A Sugar Mommies Drabble

Word Count: 2110

Rating: General with fluffy scenes. SFW!

Dom!Natasha Romanoff, Dom!Wanda Maximoff, Dom!Carol Danvers x Sub!Reader

In retrospect, ringing one of your doms when you’re extremely tipsy and walking home alone at 1am, really isn't the best idea.

But with the wine running through your system, it really doesn’t bother you.

Natasha picks up after the first ring, voice heavy with sleep and it makes you grin broadly; almost jumping up and down on the spot with excitement.

“Hi, Natty!”

“...baby, hi.” She inhales deeply and you can picture her rubbing her eyes. “What time is it? Where are you?”

“Oh, y’know me and MJ had that friendaversary didn’t we! Five whole years, Natty, can you believe it? How I haven’t killed her yet, I don’t know.”

“Breathe, love.”

“So I got home from class and MJ really wanted to go out for a drink and I was like, sure why not! So we went to that cute bar I took you one time - I got that cute flower in my drink, remember it, Natty?”

“Yes, baby, I remember.”

“So we went there and we wanted to be fancy again and got wine. Now I know, I know, wine is evil but it tastes so good so it can’t be that bad, eh? So we had like…two…maybe three bottles and just talked about all the stuff we’ve done together, cos’ like, five years is super long, isn’t it, Natty?”

“Yes, baby.”

“And then -” You boot a stray beer can with your foot and send it soaring into a nearby wall. It’s loud, especially in the quiet area you’re in and it immediately catches Natasha’s attention.

“Baby…I haven’t heard MJ speak the entire time you’ve been on the phone to me…normally she pipes up…where is she, darling?”

“Well she got picked up by Peter about fifteen minutes ago and the bar isn’t too far from home! So I thought I’d go on an adventure and - ”

“Stop.” A deep, low voice, commands.

The order comes so suddenly that it catches you off guard. You cease all words and movements as your inner submissive drops to her knees.

“So you’re on your own?” Natasha asks.

“...maybe…I just thought the fresh air would do me good..walk off the alcohol. Clever right?”

“Y/N, you tell me right now if you are on your own walking through the dark. It’s 2am!”

After hearing your full name you can’t help but bite back a little with sarcasm.

“Well yeah, I - I have to get home somehow duh. I can’t afford a taxi and it’s only around the corner.”

You hear Natasha rummaging around through the phone as you twirl a loose strand of hair around your finger.

“Look around, tell me where you are.”

You do as you’re told.

“Hmmm…well I see black ‘cos it’s dark…”

“Y/N.”

“Again with the name, gah! Erm, I dunno, I took the shortcut and -”

“You have to the count of fucking five to get to the nearest streetlight, I swear to God.”

“But it’s all the way over there!”

“5.”

“I can make it there before you get to two!”

You take off sprinting, giggling gleefully as you go, one hand pinning your cell to your ear as your other arm sticks out to keep your balance.

Only, it’s you. In heels. In the dark.

You take the grand total of seven steps before you go crashing down, ankle bending at a near 90 degree angle as gravity takes you to the cement. You scrape your knees and your palm, squeaking upon impact.

“Detka, did you just fall?”

“Mhm, running in heels is not the way to go. Ouch.”

You’re lucky there’s no glass.

“Get up for me, can you do that? Are you okay?” When you reply, she continues, “now walk slower to the streetlight. And please don’t fall over any more twigs as you go.”

“That was one time!”

“One time too many.”

Limping and grumbling as you go, you manage to get out of the alleyway without any more injuries and cross over to the streetlight.

“Natty, there’s gum on it. Gross.”

“Don’t eat it. Don’t touch it.”

You drop your hand.

“Fiiiine.”

“Where are you now?”

“I dunno, outside?”

An exasperated sigh reaches your ears.

“Tell me exactly what you see, Y/N. Be specific.”

A car door slams shut through the phone as you glance around.

“I see trees…houses…oh the moon! Woah, pretty.”

“If you’ve somehow managed to get to the moon, Y/N, I will lose my shit.”

“If I take a picture will you see it? It’s so pretty! Carol loves the moon.”

“Baby, what else do you see?” Natasha gently reminds you.

“Erm…oh! Oh, a restaurant! Can we go Natty? It looks nice!”

“What’s it called babygirl, gimme a name.”

Natasha’s car roars to life.

“Why don’t you just stalk me, hmm? Be quicker.” You let out a giggle.

“Because then I’d have to hang up, so no.” Natasha is silent for a second, waiting for your giggles to calm down, knowing her reply just fell on cotton filled ears. “Are you finished?”

“Maaaaybe.”

“Now,” she warns, “I want you to listen to me because you only have one last chance, Y/N. Give me the name of that fucking restaurant before I spank your ass into next week.”

“M-Mama’s…” You squint at the flag. “Oh! I think it’s Jamaican, I love Jamaican food!”

“Mhm, I know you do. Do me a favour? Have a look at the menu? Pick something you'd think we’d all like.”

“Really? Even something like curried goat?” You scurry to the lit up window, eyes taking a second to adjust to the bright lights coming from inside. “‘Cos I had that once and I thought there was a fruit loop in there but it wasn’t - there’s a cat! Hi cat!”

“NO!” Natasha practically deafens you. “Y/N, do not follow that cat!”

“But he’s so fluffy! He’s got a big tail, hi baby!”

“Y/N, it’ll have fleas, no! Do not touch it, stay where you are!”

“But Hedwig -”

“Isn’t Hedwig from Harry Potter?”

You stop walking, ashamed that those words even came from her mouth.

“I let you fuck me with that mouth. Yes! It’s Hedwig! Harry Potter’s owl!”

“Do you want to watch it when we’re home?”

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Can we really?”

“Only if you choose something really yummy from that restaurant then, baby girl. C’mon, Harry Potter is on the line here.”

“But -”

“Say bye to Hedwig.”

“...bye Hedwig.” Your voice is tiny and it breaks Natasha’s heart. “Safe travels! Drink milk and eat tuna!”

“God, you’re so fucking cute, baby.” Natasha mumbles. You, of course, miss it, far too busy waving the black cat off. “Now pick us something to eat, we’re so hungry.”

“You got it, boss!”

“Good girl, baby. You’re doing so well for me. What do you see?”

You peer close to the menu, bumping your nose against the glass.

“Hmmm…” You don’t even hear her as the car rolls up behind you. “I dunno yet but I might get served right away, Natty, it’s empty inside. How lucky is that?”

“So lucky baby, who’d have thought a Jamaican restaurant would stay open until 2 in the morning.”

“I know right? But I’m not sure what to get! Maybe I should ask someone.”

“Y/N -”

You ignore her and go to the door, pulling it with such a force that you don’t expect it to not open. Your grip slips and you stumble back.

“Wha - hey. Daddy the door is stuck!” You go back and try to push it this time, coming to no avail. “My food! Excuse me? I can’t get in!”

“Y/N, tone your voice down, darling.”

“No, the food! I can see it!” You actually have tears forming in your eyes. “I want my dumplings! No! Daddy, I need you. Help me open this stupid door!”

“Daddy’s here, baby.”

When Natasha’s hand gently takes you by the wrist, you look at her with a pout, unphased that she’s even there.

“Dumplings, daddy. They’re there, see!”

She doesn't even look away from you.

“Yes, baby, I do. But you’re shivering. Let’s get you into the car, hmm? Get all warm before you eat dumplings.”

“...make sure you tell them they need to fix their door…that’s so bad for service…”

You all but sag into the redhead as she carries your exhausted body to the car.

“You’re getting sleepy now, huh?”

“Mmm, so sleepy.”

Natasha takes her sweatshirt off and before you can even protest, shoves it over your head, enveloping you in her scent. If you hadn’t been so tipsy, you might have clocked her sweatpant and sports bra combo sooner. Perhaps even have drooled.

You’ve been in the car for five minutes when you finally realise.

“Woah,” You can’t help but stare at her abs. “I could eat a six course meal off there.”

“You’ve licked whipped cream off them before, detka.”

“Yeah well - I - you’re just, damn.” You force yourself to blink. “Someone get me a glass…I’ve just found me a tall drink of water.”

Natasha rolls her eyes.

“Smooth, darling, smooth. Hitting on me with Disney.”

“Did it work?”

“No. But A+ for effort.”

“Dang it.”

You pass out for a few minutes, after humming a song from Tangled to yourself. You’re warm. Cosy. Wrapped up in a Natasha scented burrito and it lulls you to sleep. Jerking only slightly when the car door opens and the cold wind hits your body. Natasha - because of course she is that strong - scoops you up effortlessly into her arms and easily moves you both to the elevator. Your neck drops back, a small snore escaping you.

She has you. You’re officially asleep, safe and sound. Punishment already thought and saved ready for tomorrow. All she has to do is carefully place you on the bed, sneak out to get water and slide in next to you.

Only, the second your head touches the pillow, your eyes fly open and Natasha’s soul almost leaps from her body.

“Jesus fuck!”

“Dumplings! Daddy, we left my dumplings!”

Besides you, Wanda stirs.

“No way, close your eyes and go back to sleep, Y/N. C’mon, You were snoring.”

You pout, tears once again forming in your eyes.

“But - ” You hiccup. “They’re lonely! They saw me, they knew I was there to eat them and I left them there!”

“Tomorrow, darling.”

“No, now.”

“I will get you all the dumplings in the world tomorrow, if you will just-go-to-sleep.”

You ponder, glossy eyes looking into Natasha’s stressed ones.

“...that’s a whole lot of dumplings, daddy. Bit excessive actually.”

“Detka, I swear to God -”

“Deal!” You giggle. “God I love dumplings. Got a dumpling shaped hole in my tummy as we speak. Riiiight here.” You point to your stomach and Natasha has to stop herself from laughing.

“Go to sleep and you will get them faster.”

“...dumplings? What? What’s happening?”

It’s like you forgot Wanda was even there, reacting like a child of Christmas morning when you register she’s right next to you; auburn locks a wild mane around her head.

“Hi!”

Wanda’s scream of shock is muffled by your shoulder and you both end up rolling into Carol.

Who isn’t impressed. At all.

“Separate bedrooms, Romanoff. I told you.” She glares at the red head who has her face in her hands. “Why the fuck have I been woken up by Y/N talking about dumplings?”

“She’s drunk.”

“Tipsy!”

“Oh I love tipsy, baby!” Wanda snuggles into you closer. “Hi tipsy baby.”

“Hi none tipsy mommy!”

“I cannot - ” Carol jumps up out of the bed just in time to avoid being flattened by the two rolling bodies. “Nat, what?”

“It’s a long story.”

“Tell me tomorrow. You’re on your own.” The blonde walks past Natasha and kisses her before vacating to the safety, and peaceful, spare room. “If you can’t control them, you know where I am. They’ll tire themselves out eventually.”

“Or order enough dumplings to feed 5,000 people. Get off your phone, Wanda!”

The other woman looks at her a little sheepishly.

“But dumplings sound so good right now.”

“Have fun babe!” Carol shouts.

Natasha sighs, watching as you and Wanda roll around the bed excitedly. You’re part way through telling her about your adventure, far too sleep deprived to notice her dommy side appearing when you tell her you walked by yourself. It’s quickly squashed down when you mention Natasha’s brave and daring rescue and you mount her legs to stare into her eyes.

“Dumplings, mommy. We need to get them.”

“We really do.”

With an over exaggerated eye roll, Natasha slams her head on the bedroom wall.

“I give up.”

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ieatangstforbreakfast · 5 months

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Pairing ೃ⁀➷ 𝐄𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝟒𝟐! 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬 x Fem! Reader

Summary ೃ⁀➷ Lovers have secrets of their own, no matter how much they come to trust each other, whether it be a past mistake or an unspoken trauma. For you and Miles, however, your secrets came in the form of hidden identities— one being a masked vigilante, and the other a mastermind.

Genre ೃ⁀➷ Forbidden love, mutual pining, angst♡

Tags ೃ⁀➷ Both are artists, reader is from a very wealthy family, both are living double lives, underaged smoking, reader is female and uses she/her pronouns, forbidden love (ish?), swearing, daddy issues, mommy issues, reader is unhinged, both are mentally unstable, lots of flirting.

Author's Note ೃ⁀➷ SO SO SORRY for the late chapter! I was going through a lot these past weeks, and I was drained as hell, but I think I’m a little fine now.

Tag list ೃ⁀➷ @sakura-onesan @coffeeandtealol @luvjunie @noetophat @proudgojofucker @depresssedcowboy @adorefavv @l0starl @your-girl-mj @nyumeii @iheartamajiki @yoluv-tiannaaa--212 @bakauwu

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟏: 𝐏𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬

Summary ೃ⁀➷ You discover the gruesome extent of your powers. You open up to Miles once more— and Montrell makes a devious introduction. Inside your household, another catastrophe unfolds.

⚠️WARNING⚠️ This chapter consists of harassment and gruesome display [The reader is Venom], if you want to skip past it, scroll until you see a purple line. Reader discretion is advised.

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“.. Never call me again.”

Beep.

… No, the proposal wasn't approved.

Your father called it a weird choice of an investment, and after hearing that you seriously wanted to buy the store, he hung up on you without the need of another explanation. So you stood by the gasoline stand, outside of the local bodega, with a blank phone in between your fingers, not a single connection to be found.

"Shit, I am so fucked." You sighed, pulling a palm across your face. "I am never going to financially recover from this, ever."

"You're a conglomerate heiress, you’ve got all the money in the world.”

"Strictly in name," You corrected of the symbiote. "As much as I am inheriting a lot of the money, I am not going to control over anything since that is Montrell's right, and my grandfather and father's will."

With that, you press your head against the flat of the glass door, a long and tiresome sigh dragging out your throat. ".. If only I were a boy."

"You're living in modern society, your father can't possibly be that old fashioned."

"Well, he isn't." You mumbled. "The only difference is that Wilson Fisk had a son, not a daughter. If I were a boy, or rather, if Wilson Fisk had a daughter— it would've been Antonne's problem, both mine."

"Then.. Do you think running away can fix all this?" Emerging from the bones of your back, a black matter materialized beside you with its white, dead gaze and spiky grin gleaming from the light of the street lamps. Though it unsettled you, nothing topped the hard glares that came from your parents. "As cunning as you are, when the people get angry, they won't leave you alone."

That was a well-made point— you weren’t free from the sins of your family. You indulged yourself in the wealth they stole from poor, and you chose to blind yourself from the truth. It doesn’t matter how much you try to make up for all the lives lost and all the money stolen now, it’s all too late.

But there was something about trying.

"They can find me in Amsterdam, I guess." You looked at the glass windows, pulling out your lipgloss from the pockets of your jeans and swiping it across the plump of your brim. "Once I leave this place, I'm never coming back."

"Then what about Miles?“

As you placed the gloss down, the alien's question made you think.

What about Miles?

Fooling him, lying to him, with the highest risk knowing he'd one day learn all about your secrets, you still managed to question: What about Miles?

How far would you go for your own survival?

You exchanged glances with the sight of New York. Without Miles, and being there all alone, made you notice the ultraviolet themes puckering out from the crevices of the darkness, a sort of dystopian hue of green-blue and pink-purple lying beneath the wicked façades of tall buildings and withering carcasses of what could’ve possibly housed hundreds of people.

There is no more ‘New York, New York’. It didn’t make you think of tall, slim rockettes with their shiny legs and glittery uniforms of gold and red, nor did it make you think of bussing bentleys with rich bachelors inside them, waving the fifty-star flag of blue, red, and white outside of their windows.

New York was desolate.

But Miles only made it warmer. Tolerable, you think. Through Miles, you managed to slip on a pair of rose-tinted glasses in the midst of this decaying city, and through him, you earned a sense of hope— or patriotism for a country you’d only ever really seen the worst of. You wanted to think you were capable of being compassionate for other people’s lives aside from your own, but there was only so much you could do, so much you could consider.

New York has warm places, was your conclusion.

And without Miles, New York would be a black hole.

And in a sparing state of delusion, you pondered about running away with Miles to Amsterdam. Married and settled in a home by the waterfront, where the both of you could walk to work everyday while taking in the sights of the tulips every spring. You wanted, needed to feel his hands entangle with yours every morning. For him to embrace you from behind every after frustrated sigh during every artistic block.

You were tired of being little Miss Americana. Perhaps you’d find a more loving life away from New York and in the heart of Europe.

ＳＬＡＭ.

“Hey, pretty.” A dirtied, damp palm slams against the glass before you. “What’s a girl like you doin’ out here all alone?”

The symbiote crawls right back into your skin as you processed the sudden rude disruption. Before you stood a couple of men with their yellowing teeth, grinning and laughing at your reaction. Instinctively, you tossed your head to the side out of fear of getting caught. Still, they knocked in intervals of three, knuckles pressed against the fogging wall of glass.

“You come here often? Got a man?” The man asks. “Don’t be so shy, baby. We don’t bite.”

ｏｈ、　ｂｕｔ　Ｉ　ｄｏ.

“Leave me alone.” You grumbled in between seething grit, refusing to look at any place other than the ground. You couldn’t count how many men there were, but they were a group of rusty late-twenty aged drunks. Something pulsed inside you, aside from a heart, it twisted like this beast-like gluttony that made your mind simmer.

Ｈ　Ｕ　Ｎ　Ｇ　Ｒ　Ｙ.

“Wow, ain’t you sassy?” They cackled, reeking like cigars and axe cologne. You turn to leave, but they easily block your way with their brick-like bodies. “Hey, hey, where’s you going? Can’t just leave me like this, baby, smile for us a lil’ bit more.” He cooed as though he were talking to a toddler. That only irked you even more, hearing the men’s devious giggles as you struggled to stride past him.

“I’ve got a boyfriend.” Was your attempt of a defense, the man only grinned. “Why don’t you call him then?”

“I will.” You choke, knowing you wouldn’t. “If you continue keeping this up.”

He lifts his hands up like a captured criminal, still amused— annoyingly. “Alright, I’ll leave you alone mami.”

Mami. It only sounds nice when Miles says it.

You swiveled your way to leave, prancing past their prying eyes.

ｓｌａｐ.

You jolted at the hit of your posterior, their cackles following right after like a mockery of your shame. Without even processing the amount of your anger and embarrassment, your hand finds itself latching onto the man’s neck without another word uttered.

The coarse flesh of his skin pricked at your pretty fingers, a growing stubble you hadn’t noticed as you were too busy ignoring him earlier. What stared right back was terror in his quivering, dark, and wrinkled gaze. It’s as though he could see his life flashing before his eyes.

Your arm was enveloped, rather, your whole body was enveloped by the wrath of what boiled inside you— dark and slimy, it growled with white eyes and spiky teeth.

You could hardly remember the flash and swiftness of how everything went off. You heard muffled screaming, and thundering footsteps— growing fainter with each passing second. The man struggled like a bird within your grasps, begging you to let him go. The thing was, he wasn’t all too knowledgable of what ‘no’ meant, and at that moment, you didn’t feel like teaching him what it meant.

You could hear it so faintly, his begs and curses tossed forcibly at you like a hurricane before silencing itself after a crack and a rip.

Suddenly, you weren’t so hungry anymore.

And along with the cracks of shattered glass, your little apparition of European folly broke too.

“.. I wonder what’s taking her so long.”

Peering from the aisles, the group searches for you in all throughout their long walk. Mostly, it had been Miles’ worries thwarting every question. Monique hummed, similarly turning her head. “Ain’t no way she’s lost. She ain’t ever been here before?”

“Ion think she’s been here before seeing as how she went straight to the exit. You sure your date didn’t just ditch you, Miles?”

Miles couldn’t reply, he was too busy dialing the hell out of your number.

“I can go check on the second floor bathroom, if ya want.” Monique suggested, earning an earnest and somewhat thankful stare from Miles. “Yeah, can you go check? M’getting worried, dios mio.” His occupied hand shifts downward, the other arm hugging both of your costumes’ bags close. He figured to pay for the both of your costumes, being the gentleman that he is.

Monique excuses herself from the group, making it her personal journey to search for little lost you.

Amadi and Voshon were the only ones next to him by the queue.

“.. You know when you first told me ‘bout how pretty she was, I didn’t expect her to be.. Like that.” Amadi chuckled, arms crossed before her chest. “To think she can afford to maintain looking like that.”

Miles raised a brow.

“You don’t see girls like that everyday.”

“Yeah, you don’t.” Miles managed to pluck out a smile. “I’m so lucky to have her, man. I can’t wait for our date tomorrow.”

Amadi nodded, seemingly getting gist of his excitement, until.. “Miles, I’m going to be honest with you.” She maneuvers the plastic bag into her other arm just to lean a little bit closer. “Your girl’s lookin’ like she hasn’t touched a spec of dirt her whole life— with a silver spoon in her mouth since the day she was born. And I’m worried for you, considering your whole thing with your Unc Aaron.”

Amadi, who’s completely like a sister to Miles, knew about him being the Prowler. They’ve been there for one another since they were kids, since her first coming out, since his dad’s death, and through thick and thin. Amadi, when she’d first heard about you, didn’t mind much initially. It was great for Miles to have a first love— he drowned himself too much in expectations he had for himself, when he could only do so little for the world. But the more he talked about it, the more her suspicions arose.

“Why’d she suddenly change her mind?” Was her first question. “Kissing you and then suddenly running off and then coming back to say yes.. Does your girl not know a thing ‘bout social cues or what?”

“She’s going through a lot.” He snaps back immediately. “Her family’s putting a lot of pressure on her. Ionno much ‘bout what’s going on in her home, but I ain’t judging her for being confused ‘bout her own pace. But I respect her decisions, and I ain’t going to say anything ‘til she tells me herself.”

Amadi took a step back, acknowledging that it was her mistake for speaking beyond her grasps.

“I’m just worried, Miles. Ion have a problem with her in particular— she seems sweet, kind even, but Ion want you getting hurt. No todo lo que brilla es oro.”

He cringes a bit after hearing the same words his mother would always tell him.

“No quiero hablar más de esto.”

Amadi shrugged. “Bueno, then let’s talk ‘bout something else.” She rocked forward along the line. “Who’s Tiya Rio going to be voting for?”

“She’s a hard Christine Brown.” Miles quickly replies, relieved at the sudden change of topic. “Better off than that nepo-shit, Barlowe.”

Christine Brown was a candidate for the upcoming election— an economist, hailing from the Bronx, with a mind bright enough to light up a room. Despite her popularity amongst the youth, however, the older people were less than willing to place their bets on her.

“Good for you. Papa’s goin’ full Barlowe.”

Miles snaps his head in distaste. “Que? Por que?”

“Said he couldn’t trust the any other candidates. Brown’s proposals are too good to be true, so he gotta go with whoever everyone else is going for.”

“Only thing special ‘bout Barlowe was his father’s legacy, but even then, a lot of people died all throughout his father’s bullshit doings— and don’t ever forget, Barlowe helped the Chávez’s cover up the media when the collapse happened.”

“Well, for the lot of us, that’s still a theory.” She mumbled. “Not everyone has access to sensitive information like you, Miles. A lot of us have lost hope, because either way, no matter who we vote for, we’re all going to be stuck working for the rest of our miserable lives. Papa said that maybe, Barlowe might actually do something like his father.”

With a furrowed brow, Miles snaps back. “Barlowe is riding off of his father’s achievements— man’s got nothing to his name other than his dad’s legacy.”

“Well we don’t know yet. He might be a good president.”

“Amadi, we can’t say ‘might’ when we’re voting for a great president. We need someone who will become a great president. Politics ain’t trial and error. Barlowe’s as good as a puppet for the elite.”

Realizing his heightened tone, Miles looked around to check if anyone was listening into their little talk. Amadi attempts to search for a rebuttal, but she fails miserably, leaving her only clutching onto the plastic of her costume with a gap in between her lips.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

Without another second wasted, Miles picks up the phone, hoping to hear your voice. Instead, what rang was this haggard breath and a worried shrill.

“Miles, we’re at the second floor bathroom— [Y/n]’s sick, she’s been vomiting a lot. Can you get her some— some, I don’t know, water?”

And Miles bolted off.

Oh, God, you ate someone.

ＷＥＬＬ, ＴＥＣＨＮＩＣＡＬＬＹＩＤＩＤ.

Shut up.

“Hurk!—“ And there goes the last bit of dinner, straight into a bowl. Beside you, Monique gently tugs your hair farther away from your mess. “Oh, God. I’m so sorry.” You incoherently babbled. “I just ate something really, really bad. I’m usually not like this, really, just— hurk!”

You are being dramatic. I was the one who ate the damn thing, not you.

Same fucking difference when you’re literally living inside of me!

“Don’t worry, babe, I called Miles. He’s going to arrive soon.” Monique cooed like a teacher informing her student that her parents were on the way.

That just makes everything so much worse!

“Thank you.”

You suddenly decided, you were feeling better. You picked your head out of the bowl, flushed everything away, and rinsed your tongue by the sink, only to realize that water tasted bad, and whatever was left inside your stomach threatened to resurge again, so instead, you stood there and stared at yourself in the mirror. Your hair was all over the place, a bit of your mascara was running down, and your lipgloss was gone.

But hey, your highlighter didn’t budge. That’s one great brand.

I actually agree with you on that one.

From afar, you hear Miles calling out your name. Hurried and rushed. Monique heads right out.

“Hey, is she aight?” He immediately asked of her.

“Well, she’s better now. Stopped vomiting and all that.”

There was a small silence. You pondered whether to fill it in, but you were lost with hoping to hear Miles’ answer. Similarly, you were in a battle with your own wit; In a battle with the damn being inside of you. It was enough to drive you into madness— everything and everyone. You were used to going along with the pace of everyone else’s plans, but right now was like ricocheting you to the moon without as much as a warning, a suit, or a mathematical equation.

You heard a gentle swish of a bottle.

And when your gaze travels sideward, Monique appears before you with a bottle of water between her pink acrylics. Sealed and cold. Misty and likely just bought.

With a hushed thanks, you received the drink and swished it inside of your inner cheeks— the bitter aftertaste of whatever exited your body leaving after each spit. You washed your hands and washed your makeup off too— a few clumps of mascara remaining beneath your bags.

Miles calls out your name.

You don’t answer in a fit of embarrassment.

“I’m gonna buy our costumes now, I’ll pay for it, aight?”

Oh, but that was even more embarrassing.

You rushed out to greet him, messy mascara and all. “I can pay for my costume, darling, thanks for holding it for me.” And you snag it out of his hands, kiss his cheek, and beeline right out.

Miles blinked, and he looked at Amadi who shrugged. He didn’t know whether to think about the kiss or the way you stomped right out without warning.

Oh, she really doesn’t know what social cues are, huh? They think.

But that wasn’t the case, truly. You of all people would know you’ve been infinitely and unbearably awkward, but you had a deal to make. You didn’t want their pockets to hurt, so you forged a plan. Measly, small, nothing too grand of a plan. Something along the lines of using a black card and all of those things— attempting to falsify a coupon while insisting to charge your account rather than their money. This wasn’t a restaurant, so you couldn’t demand for a paycheck and pay the bill for everyone in advance, so when Miles and the others got back, you got this.

“Nathan?” You faked-recognized the cashier. A similarly blond, tall and ragged boy with calm leisure on his shoulders.

“[Y/n]? What’s good mama, long time no see!”

And within three minutes, you managed to stage a whole script with Nathan, the part-timer.

A little bribe was nice enough to let him in the job.

“You two know each other?” Miles asks, evidently piqued and disturbed at the idea of him calling you mama. “Yeah, he’s one of my older brother’s friends. Nathan, long time no see, indeed.” You ushered the costumes forward, plucking out the one from Amadi’s grasps and placing it by the counter.

Nathan plants a smirk in his lips, a hand on his hip. “How’s he, by the way? Haven’t caught up with him for months.” He asks, obviously not knowing who your brother was.

“He’s doing great, actually. All of us have been, and you?”

“Great,” The blond smiled. “Took up this part-time job to get ahead of my student loans. Thanks to your nice tip months ago, I managed to re-arrange a few parts of my fucked up life.” Well, that tip was non-existent. He was likely talking about the three-hundred dollar bribe you offered him just minutes ago. “Really, you’re.. The sweetest.”

Miles didn’t like that. He didn’t like that at all.

“Well, Miles and I were just buying our halloween costumes for tomorrow. We’re going to be celebrating halloween together, you see.” Your hand creeped up against his arm, and Miles eases. “We have a date tomorrow.”

Nathan’s smile twitched. “Oh, really? Damn, good for you.”

Miles’ chest huffed up in pride. Fuck yeah, we’re dating, what’chu gon do ‘bout it?

“Your brother know all ‘bout it?”

“Oh, not yet. It’s our first date.”

Nathan starts scanning your stuff, keeping up the small talk while Miles listened in with a half-bored expression on his face. It was a façade, evidently. He wanted to know everything about this Nathan dude, and why he was smiling so weirdly with his crooked teeth.

“You know, I can get this for you.” Nathan suggested. “I owe you a lot. I’ll pay for your costumes.”

Good work for following the script.

“Really?” You airily asked. The blond shrugged. “Yeah. I can pay for your friends too, my treat.”

“Nah, keep yo money to yo self, big man.” Miles narrowed his gaze, slamming his wallet atop the counter. “I can pay for our costumes.”

“Miles!” You whispered at him.

“Oh, don’t worry ‘bout it, man. Your girlfriend’s done a lot to help my family. Hell, I met Alicia through her too.” Nathan improvised. At the mention of another girl, Miles gradually lightens up. “So, really. This is hardly even enough. Let me just thank her this one time.”

You turn to Amadi, gesturing her a thumbs up and a wink.

.. Were you even aware of how much of a mess you looked right now?

Either way, you were somehow.. Still presentable in a way that it was enviable.

After wrapping up the prices, paying for everything, and sneaking your black card away from the man, all of you managed to depart and bid your farewells to your new friends. If you could even call them that yet. The tension was unnerving, and you could almost sense that they likely found you weird.

And you were weird. You have been acting weird, even you could admit that.

There was a fucking alien inside of you who fed on humans. It wasn’t the potential of cannibalism that irked you the most, it was the fact that you devoured a vile man who likely ate cigarettes for morning and tequila for dinner— if he could even afford it. You’ve seen a million gruesome scenes, before, so the latter of ripping someone’s head off from their body was hardly the worst of your memories.

In fact, there may have been more blood on your hands than anyone else would think.

But it did shake you. It left you trembling and silent. You were already thinking about demolishing the camera and having Liv take care of all the evidence.

Liv, yes, Olivia Octavius. You wanted to trust her for a short while, given her eccentric desire to run tests on you. She can find the answers to get rid of this disgusting piece of murky tar inside of you—

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ＧＥＴ　ＲＩＤ　ＯＦ　ＭＥ.

You could almost snicker.

Fuck you.

“Hey, you feeling better?” Upon hearing Miles’ voice, you’re plucked away from whatever sour memories ingrained your mind. With a hopeful smile, you nod. “Yeah,” The reply came out a little raspy. “I’m doing a little better. I’m a bit dizzy, but I’m better now.”

He pauses in the midst of the street, facing you entirely. You pause along with him, evidently confused.

Gently, Miles lifted a finger and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. “How can you look so messy and still be so pretty, huh?”

Unlike the encounter you had earlier, this made you feel utterly warm and safe. It’s like you could melt into the base of his palm and mark it as your home. His finger grazes beneath your lashes, likely wiping out all of what’s left of your mascara.

“Only you can pull off something like this.” Miles decided. “You can start trends with that face of yours.”

“And here I thought you’d start teasing me.” You laughed.

“Well, it’s a good thing I’ve got the plague doctor costume just in case you start spreading your bubonic germs all o’er again, I can just bloodlet the hell outta you.”

You smacked his arm. “My blood’s precious as hell, thank you.”

“Said no hospital, ever.”

And there goes that heavy laugh of his, ringing in your mind. You adored it. The way he’d tilt his head and shift his eyes into crescents. You like how he crinkled his nose and stepped away from you as if to sink in your comedic and obviously pissed off side-eye.

You could stay there forever.

“I’m fucking leaving you here.” You attempted to stomp off. Miles hurriedly catches up with you in bated breath, interlacing his fingers with yours.

“Nah, you ain’t going nowhere, my girl, you’s stuck w’me til’ we both drop dead when we’re eighty.”

You giggled at his statement.

“What? You don’t plan on doing that w’me?” He pouted.

“No, no. It’s not that, just..” You looked away. “Ionno if I’ll even live that long.”

Miles took the hood of your jacket and placed it over your head. “Well if you keep yourself out in the cold too much, ya prolly won’t.”

It’s not that, Miles. You think. I can’t live a day without feeling like I’m falling apart.

“You know, I don’t get why I’m so weak ‘round ya.” You kicked at the pebbles you came across the pavement. “I’m a fighter, y’know. Got it from my daddy, actually. I’m pretty strong, but when I’m around you I sneeze a lot… Prolly has sum to do with how anxious you make me feel.”

You paused. He paused.

The both of you stared at each other. Seeing that stupid smug smirk creeping up his lips made you want to bolt away in shame.

“So I do make you nervous.”

“You make me physically ill.”

“Cause I make you nervous.”

“Shut up.”

Miles looked like the happiest boy on earth. You wanted to deep-fry yourself in oil.

“Speaking of which, you never told me much ‘bout your brothers.” He suddenly mentioned. “You told me ‘bout you being the only girl, and I’m an only child but that’s nothing alike. What’s it like?”

“Well— I’ve got three brothers, actually.” You thought about calling them by their other names. Miles gulped. “The one who drove me here was Mon. He’s.. Like a big, fluffy, teddy bear. I think, out of all of us, he’s the most approachable one. He’s my dad’s favorite. He’s like the golden child of our family. He never has to study just to get good grades, and he’s always so smiley and smart.. But at the same time, he can be such a pain in the ass.”

Hearing you talk about him made Miles sense a sort of jealousy lingering behind your teeth and atop your tongue.

“How ‘bout your other older brother?”

Without missing a beat. “He can go fuck himself.”

Alright. So you had a sibling you were jealous of, and a sibling you couldn’t stand.

“The third one?”

And you softened entirely.

“Oh, his name’s Malachi.” You said his name with such sweetness and warmth, it melted even Miles. “He’s my little brother. Six years younger than me. I know kids his age are usually brats, but I love him to bits. He was my mom’s favorite. She used to read him bed time stories and bake him snacks.. Now, I’m the one who does all that for him.”

Was. Used. Now.

Miles wondered why you never spoke about your mother. The topic seemed.. Fraught, initially, but now that you’ve mentioned her, it sparked his interest.

And, ever so cautiously, he piqued.

“I thought you were your mom’s favorite.”

Miles eyes the way you subtly flinch, your smile faltering so slightly. As the both of you pause before a stoplight, you fish your vape out from the corners of your pockets.

“What made you think that?”

He shrugged. “I thought moms usually favor their daughters ‘cause they see themselves in ‘em.”

You parted your lips and spoke before taking a hit. “If my mom ever saw herself in me, I’d be traumatized.” As you blew, the smoke lingered in the air a little longer than it usually did. Must be the cold. “.. To which, I already am, because everyone talks about how much I look like her.”

Before you could take another hit, Miles softly latches his fingers on your wrist, bringing the gadget away from your lips.

“If you don’t mind me askin’, what was your relationship with her like?”

He guided you down the crossing lane with his hand still holding down your vape. You feel a little embarrassed, and you take the opportunity to place it back inside your pockets.

“.. Ionno if there’s even a relationship I can describe to you.“ You sighed. “.. Ionno what goes beyond a mother-daughter relationship when our relationship mostly revolved around my mama hating me for being her daughter. If that’s what being a mother is, then Ion want none of it.” You sense Miles grimace. “If that’s a dealbreaker for you, then I’m so sorry—“

“No, no, it isn’t.” He mumbled. “I once told myself that I’ll only go with whatever decision my future partner wants. If you want a kid, we’ll have a kid. If you don’t want a kid, then I can live with that too.”

“.. Well, why can’t you decide whether you want kids or not?”

“Because Ion want to force my future wife to have kids she don’t want.” Miles’ grip on your hand loosened. “A few things people do that I really hate is that they usually get kids because of baby fever, or they want to fix a marriage, or they just have it because they want to but not because they can afford to. Ion want my future kids to live on while I can’t or my future wife can’t handle ourselves financially and emotionally. That’s gonna fuck up the kid, and they’ll grow up to fuck up their kids, and so on, and so forth.”

“You know a lot about these kinds of topics, huh?”

“It’s ‘cause my mama taught me all ‘bought it.” He smiled. “My mama’s been through a lot, and when she and my dad had me, she wanted to make sure she won’t pass the pain she got from my abuela to me.”

You couldn’t help but feel envious.

What is it about me that my mother can’t stand to love?

My whole life, I’ve been homesick for arms that don’t even want to hold me.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

You wanted to curse a hundred curses, but instead you took out your phone and answered. “What is it?” You answered, inching away from Miles.

“Where are you? I’m coming to pick you up.” Montrell seethed behind the phone. “It’s an emergency, we need you back immediately.”

“Me?” You couldn’t help but dumbly point at yourself. “What did I do? It’s my free time today, plus I’m not the one managing the— the house anymore.”

You hear your brother pause. You took a moment to glance up at Miles who was waiting patiently for you to finish the call.

“Well, to further inspire you, you’re right, Antonne is a fuck up.”

“Okay, and? Is that supposed to surprise me?” You sarcastically replied.

“No, [Y/n], he fucked up really badly, which is why we need an emergency meeting and I need you back immediately because everybody is looking for you.”

You took the moment to pull away from your phone and block the speaker. “Miles, what street is this?”

He answers something along the lines of being a couple blocks down. You take the answer back to Montrell who tells you to stay where you are. Well, being the smarter person, you ended the call and told Miles to go.

“Why?”

“My brother’s coming to pick me up.”

“Oh?” He straightened his back. “Oh, shit— he’s coming? Why?”

“There’s an emergency.” Not that it was alarming. Emergency, you say, but Miles could clearly see that you hardly gave any flying fucks. “I need to get back immediately before the house blows up.”

“.. There’s a bomb in your house?”

“Yeah, I call him dad.” You turn and peck his cheek one last time. “Before he finds out I’m missing, I’ve got to get back now or you won’t see me ever again. Stay safe on your way home, aight? Don’t get hit by a car, and don’t die.”

The boy stumbles. “But what if he gets lost? Do you know your way around Brooklyn?”

“I’ve got photographic memory.” You joked. “I’m kidding. Mon can do it, he’s smart, and probably has a GPS, so go! Go! Go!” You hurriedly ushered him away. Miles scratches the back of his neck, hesitant to leave you alone out of fear you’d get hurt. Unfortunately for the both of you, a slick, gray car pulls up by the curb with an abrupt halt. You freeze, watching its thick, black window roll down in a glacial, intimidating pace.

“… Mon.”

Montrell stared, unimpressed.

“.. Call him back.”

“… Call who back?” Was your stupid attempt to get out.

“You know who I’m talking about.”

“… You told me there’s an emergency.” You headed over to open the door, only to find that it’s locked. You faced Montrell, only to find that the both of you were mutually irked.

“There is, but it can wait. Call him back.”

“Mon, I will crawl through this fucking window.”

“Now.”

“Mon!”

“Don’t make me count to three.” He warned you like a mother. You grimaced at the way he used that insufferable tone. “I’m not a fucking toddler.”

“ONE.”

“Mon.”

“TWO.”

“MILES!”

From the corner of your eye, you see Miles toss his head over with a widened gaze. “Yeah?”

With your head still facing Mon, you told him to come over. Miles hesitantly made his way back slowly but surely. It didn’t help that his legs were so long that every step imitated a stride. Finally, after swallowing the lump in his throat, Miles greets your brother.

“Evening, Sir.”

By the driver’s seat sat a man. His gaze sat behind a pair of glasses, scrutinizing Miles’ entirety in a second or less. He was broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, further accentuated by the fineness of his white, collared shirt and black vest. His features were sharp, but his eyes welcoming— quite softer than yours, actually. He looked clean, polished, and infinitely sophisticated yet it didn’t harm his charm. In fact, it made him look so gentlemanly that it made Miles insecure.

It’s like your whole family was genetically blessed.

“Nice to meet you, you must be Miles, yeah?”

“Yes.” Miles answered like he wasn’t aware of his own name.

“I’m Mon, [Y/n]’s older brother.”

“Nice to meet you too, uh— Sir.. Mon?”

Montrell looked at this boy, and he looked at his braids, his freckled nose, and his unrefined stature. He was slouched, and one of his hands was seemingly glued inside the pocket of his old, winter jacket. It didn’t look anything special. In fact, it looked unluckily ragged. The boy looked skinny too, seen clearly in the slight hollowness of his cheeks and dark bags beneath his eyes. Still, he was accommodating, like a waiter donning on his best smile. There was something attractive about him— maybe it was the way he appeared so grimly enticing.

Reminded him of you.

“How old are you?”

“Fifteen, Sir. I’ll be turning sixteen this December.”

“Ah, is that so?”

You and Miles felt equally uneasy at the fact that Montrell didn’t bother to tell Miles to stop calling him Sir.

“How long have you known my sister?” He asks, a warning tone seeping past his smile. “Recently, she’s spoken about how much she likes you, so I’m curious how long you’ve known each other for.”

“Oh, we—“

“We met three months ago.” You cut him off, clutching Miles’ hand as though to signal him not to speak any further. “Can we go? I’m sure I still have plenty to attend to.”

Montrell ignores you. “Do you live nearby here?”

Miles looks at you, but you weren’t looking at him. “Yes Sir, I live around two blocks away from here.”

“That’s nice, you’ve got a part-time job?”

“Used to work as a cashier for a record shop. It was closed down months ago since the owner moved out of the city. Been working to get another since then but, it’s hard tryna find a job close to my school.”

Montrell raised his brows. “A hard worker! Just like my sister. Has she told you anything about her work?”

Silence.

Your nails scraped against the window.

“Well, from what I know, it’s a family business, right?” Miles looked at you for approval. For the first time in three minutes, you finally looked at him and nodded. “Catering business in an inn.”

Montrell held back a laugh. “Right. That’s exactly it. Say, Miles, do you have any plans next week?”

He shook his head. “Ion think so, Sir.”

“Well, you see— our family’s hosting an event. [Y/n] will be there, and she’ll be dancing tango. I think it’d be nice for you to go.”

“That’s not happening.” You flatly decided. “Our relatives will talk if I bring Miles to that party.”

“Not unless he’s my guest.”

“Mon, Miles.” You looked at them alternately. “He’s not going— you’re not going to that party, Miles, I forbid it.”

“But—“

“No one will talk about him if he’s with me.” Montrell sighed. “It’s Aunt Claire’s event anyway. No one will be focusing much on you or him. To be fair, they’ll all mostly focus on me.”

You gulped.

“Come on. Once you introduce him to dad, surely you’ll be able to meet him more freely rather than whatever the hell you’re doing right now.”

Miles lightened up upon hearing this, looking over to you with hope.

You wanted this conversation done with, now.

“Fine.” You struggled to speak. “He’ll go.”

Montrell finally unlocks the car. You lazily drag the door open and slam the door shut. With the window still down, you placed a hand over and intertwined it with Miles’. “I’ll text you tomorrow, alright? Just tell me what time.”

Montrell piqued. “You two meeting up tomorrow?.. How unfortunate.”

You exasperated. “… What do you mean by that?”

“Well..” Montrell started the car. “It’s a pretty huge emergency, and it might take you days to fix.”

“That’s fine.” Miles straightened his lips. “We can move our plans next week. I can always make time for her.”

“No, I won’t allow it. I’ll go on with my plans, I don’t care how big this emergency is—“

“Dad’s wrecking the place.”

And that shut you up.

You looked at Miles apologetically. “.. I’ll text you, alright? Stay safe.”

“Okay, you guys too.” Miles softened. “It was nice meeting you, Sir.”

“Nice meeting you too, Miles. I’ll see you next week.”

“It’s as though none of my children are competent anymore.”

Along with the click of your heel, your father swishes a bottle of brandy above his head, pouring it over his glass. You try to keep your head high, while noting the fact that the meeting was largely based off privacy. Antonne sat by the corner, his curls frayed away along with his collar. His head hung low, hand cradling his bruised cheek.

“What took you so long?” Your father asked, hardly even sparing a glance for you and Montrell.

“I was out.”

“Where off?”

“At a café, to make use of my idle time.” You cleanly lied. You watched his grey brow wiggle, eyeing the competence of your stature. You could’ve been everything he ever needed, until you weren’t. Your father stood tall— taller than the rest of you. You try to ignore the shattered glass beneath your feet. You wore heels for a reason, after all.

He trudges towards you and Montrell, taking note of every flicker of your wrist and fluttering of your lashes.

“Do you know the reason why I’m training all of you to handle the family business?”

It was a simple question, capable of being answered with a simply answer.

Why would one family keep most of its secrets together?

“Answer me, girl.” Your father pried.

You gulped. “Because whatever power the family has should remain in the family.”

It was an average answer— a textbook one in fact. Why were royal families the way they were? Why did they marry each other? Why did they remain so closely intact?

For power.

Or so you think, but it wasn’t the answer your father was searching for. It was more.

Your father places a hand against your cheek, caressing it so softly. “... For someone who has her mother’s stupid face, you’re quite smart. My young girl, I know the way you’ve been, because you’re just like your mother but bolder. I know that naïve and emotional front you put up, but mind you, [Y/n], I’ve done whatever façade you’ve put up and better.” He squeezed your cheeks so tightly, you could feel your teeth imprint on your bleeding flesh.

“I asked you for one thing, and it’s been three months. Why haven’t you brought it back yet?”

He spoke so condescendingly calm that it horrified you.

With a tiny whimper, you tried to lower your head to soften the grip of your father, to no avail.

“.. All three of you.” He seethed, calling out for Montrell and Antonne. “Do all of you want to end up like your mother?” He turns to you. “Do you want to end up like your mother, [Y/n]?”

“N-No.” You choked.

Your father shoved you right back, making you land down on the floor.

“… Then who did it? Who released the information about the warehouse to the black market?”

You winced at the glass shards that pricked your hands.

Ah, why do families keep their secrets together?

So that if one falls, all will fall along with him.

“Someone leaked the locations of the warehouses, and a few details about some of our deals with other families— if this gets out, we will lose credibility, and all the other families will drop us immediately like hot potatoes! All of us will get arrested, and everything we’ve worked hard for will diminish in a second. Now, WHICH ONE OF YOU STUPID BRATS DID IT!?”

His voice rang inside your ears. Helplessly, you try to help yourself off the floor when your father’s shadow darkens before you. With a step of his shoe, he stomps your hand back down on the shards. You resist the urge to yelp, tears pricking your eyes as you looked up.

“[Y/n]?”

“I’d have no reason to incriminate myself with something so stupid!” You cried out. “If I were to be in charge of the hotel and sell out information, I’d end up taking the most damage. Why would I do something so obvious?” Hesitantly, you dragged your bleeding hand away from the glass, only to find tiny bits of the symbiote plucking the shards away from your wounds.

It was one of your brothers. Montrell, maybe? Antonne, definitely.. Maybe even Malachi.

None of them uttered a single word.

Of course they couldn’t.

“Antonne?” Your father called out. Your brother didn’t speak, he simply stared on blankly. Montrell couldn’t bring it in himself to move or help. All of your father’s children were dead silent like mice.

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Brandy and glass exploded onto the floor like fireworks.

“ＡＮＳＷＥＲ　ＭＥ!”

“I don’t think it’s any of us.” Montrell finally answered. “There’s likely an outsider receiving information from an insider— it’s no wonder why we can’t track down the poster.” He looked at you, to be particular, he eyed you in a way that was so subtle but it sent a message you seamlessly caught.

And then it made sense.

Montrell was accusing Miles.

But you never told Miles anything. Hell, you’ve been hiding your identity for most of the time you’ve known him. If Miles knew, he wouldn’t have stood by you, he wouldn’t have allowed himself to fall for you— he would’ve crushed you into pieces.

But if he knew.

Ding.

Eddie Brock || Just now

hey

the warehouse is gone.

it’s all burned to the ground.

“Unc.” Miles jerked up from his seat, turning to his Uncle. “Eddie just texted. He told me the warehouses were burnt down.”

Eddie Brock, a journalist tipped by Miles and Aaron after the discovery of the Warehouse, was the only journalist who metaphorically had the balls to bring a camera and shamelessly enter the elite’s premises for the sake of unveiling the truth.

Most called him a hysterical theorist.

But he wasn’t a dead one.

“That’s fucking impossible.” Aaron couldn’t help but curse, uncontrollably snatching the phone off of Miles’ grasps. “They can’t just burn down one of their top investments— even if it was meant to cover up evidence, they couldn’t have had the time to burn everything so quickly.”

“Did we accidentally set it on fire because of the explosives?”

“A fire can’t go that large without gasoline.” Aaron tossed the phone back to him. “… It was likely an inside job.. And we were sent there to take the blame for the fire.”

Ding.

“Everyone else, except [Y/n], leave the room.”

Montrell flinched, eyes landing on you. Antonne finds the strength to pull himself together, limping his way to the front door. Montrell kneels down to lend you a helping hand, cautious of the broken glass, only for you to reject his notion and unsteadily stand up yourself. There, he marveled, how clean and uncut your legs were.

Huh.

Antonne cradled his cheek, his curls all over his nose. He tossed his head, spitting out a blotch of blood on the floor before wiping his busted lip with his arm. The both of you meet gazes, both similarly full of disdain and exhaustion.

The both of them left shortly after.

You could feel all of New York witnessing your misery like an audience— watching with prying and expectant eyes from behind your father’s large, glass window. Your old man had some stank in his eye. You wondered if that was the same look he had in his eye when your mother went.

“When will you get me that damn USB, [Y/n]?”

New York was glowing, but you wanted it to smolder.

“Give me two final weeks.” Your brow creased. “I’ll present you the USB on a fucking golden platter.”

Ding.

“Then what would they gain from burning down the building?” Miles fiddled with his phone, watching his Uncle pace around the room.

“If we think about the consequences, it’ll bring the Chávez’s the most harm. It’s a shared property funded by a lot of other people in the elite— that would mean a higher up sent us that information on purpose.. But who,”

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Do you recognize the girl beside him?

You closed the door behind you, eyes glued onto the floor.

There was this emptiness inside you. One that likely plagued your mother before everything that unfolded. You tucked your hair behind your ears.

You stared at your hands, watching as each shard fell off like leaves on an autumn day. Your wounds were healing so rapidly swift, that it was quite the show worthy of praise.

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That makes the two of us.

With a twist of your heel, you walked down the corridor to the drawing room nearby, finding your two older brothers with similarly calm exteriors. Antonne was sitting by the edge of one of the sofas, tending to his cheek with an ice pack. Montrell was the first to notice your presence. He was sitting by the make-shift bar, sitting down like a patron but hardly drinking anything at all. He gestured at the med kit atop the auburn coffee table, indirectly telling you to patch yourself up.

You pretended to need for it, unpacking some of its utensils and brashly pouring alcohol all over your limbs and wrapping it up with some bandages.

You watched Antonne glare at you.

“It’s fortunate that purple’s a good color on you.” You grinned at him. “Hopefully that bruise won’t make a guest appearance at the charity event next week.”

“Go fuck yourself.” Antonne spat.

You headed towards the remote to get the television noisy. It was enough to cause a migraine, but it was better off that way. None of your brothers commented on it, which was miraculous, in regards to Antonne.

“You guys care for a drink?” You tiresomely proposed.

Antonne took a second before looking at you. Montrell sat erect, his once crossed legs now uncrossed. Your sudden proposal likely surprised them, seeing how similarly perplexed and amused they were.

You gestured them to go to the balcony.

With each click of your heel, you made your way around the bar, grabbing the sweetest wine you could find and about three chalices. All three of you then hit the cold deck, the green bottle clamoring against the painted, metal table as you popped the cap open.

“It’s nice it ain’t a cork,” You rambled. “Might hit and break another damn window. Can’t be too sure.”

They only listened.

“Does it hurt?” You asked Antonne. “Where did his fist land this time?”

“Up my cheek.” He chewed, spitting out another at the trees. “Couple of mouth sores, might last me about a month.”

Montrell takes the bottle, holding up the title to his gaze. “Vietti Cascinetta.. Moscato d’asti.” He read in perfect Italian. “This was that wine we got from Veronica’s wedding. It’s still here?”

“Daddy hates sweet wine.” You poured him a glass. “Might take away all of what’s left of his masculinity, the sweets I mean.” After pouring yours, you held it up and gleamed. “Cheers.”

All three of you took consecutive sips off of your glasses.

This was an odd rarity. A moment where all three of you were siblings. You hadn’t had such a moment with them in about three years. Now, all of you were old enough to drink wine without coming off as classless bastards. Oh, how the times have changed.

Montrell took out a pack of cigars— new ones, considering how he had to peel off its shiny plastic cover. Antonne reached out for a stick and plucked, making you unconsciously go for one too.

“No.” Montrell warned, taking it away from your hands like a watchful sitter. You blinked at your vacant fingers. “You started smoking at sixteen, why can’t I do that too?”

Upon lighting up the cigar, Montrell casted one look at you, took a hit, blew, and handed you over the cigarette. “Alright, go try it once.”

And you did so, perseveringly, like how every little sister wants to impress her older siblings. You took a hit, and it burned your lungs stronger than vape could ever foster. Like lil ol’ Miles, it didn’t take three seconds before you started coughing up the smoke like an ill child.

“You’re as stubborn as ever.” They say. It was a nostalgic hearing. Stubborn little girl, a walking disaster.

“Perhaps that’s what’s so well-loved about my personality.”

You wondered where it all began— everyone thinking you were stubborn. Was it the insistent way you approached people whenever you had plans, or the way you’d do things out of spite?

“So stubborn about everything. The hotel, the upkeep, the warehouses.. Hell, even about that boy.” Antonne murmured, a gruffness in his sleepy tone.

You sipped.

“… That boy.. Is a hazard to our family name.”

None of them made a sound.

“Dad told me not to tell any of you ‘cause he feared someone else might know of what Miles possesses and they’ll take advantage of it.” You swished the glass. “And since I first discovered it, he placed me on the job.”

“What job in particular? What does that boy have?” Antonne impatiently snapped.

“.. When Mom betrayed us, she had a USB containing every transaction with the other elites, and each location of the warehouses and what they’re storaging. When we sent her off, we burnt everything in her room— including all her files and her electronics, but when I discovered she used one of my old phones to hide evidence, I discovered that.. Miles’ father, Jeff Davis, had a copy of those files.”

“Holy shit.” Montrell verbalized. “But why—“

“Why hasn’t that information been outed? Go place a bet. We even requested to have his corpse researched but he was cremated, which means if the USB was with him, it might’ve been in his uniform, but if it wasn’t— it’s in his house. And since all of us haven’t been arrested yet, father figured the USB is likely currently untouched.”

“… It’s not.” Montrell whispered. “It’s not untouched. The USB is with someone, and they’re releasing information about us bit by bit in the black market.”

“That’s right.” Antonne added. “And whoever it is, is likely watching us closely.”

“But why are you telling us this, [Y/n]? That’s a violation of the code of loyalty.”

You took a sip.

So I’d feel less guilty once you’re all dead.

[AN: Happy New Year everybody! ✨✨ I hope all of you are alright🫶 Take care of yourselves]

[Q&A open too if you guys have any questions in regards to the story]

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When It All Falls Apart - Chapter 14

Pairing- ex!Jensen x Padalecki Reader

Word count- 4,754

Warnings- Some language. Dealing with a breakup. Idiots pining, Angst, If I missed something let me know!

A/N- A little off canon, SPN ended after 10 years. We still got all the characters in during that time though. Thank you to @writercole and @leigh70 for your help with this. You two are amazing!!

Summary-Y/N Padalecki loved acting on Supernatural. Working alongside your older brother and your boyfriend, but after ten seasons the guys have chosen to hang up the guns. Now the three of you are moving on to other projects, but that’s all that needs to change right? While you have moved to Austin to be closer to your family and boyfriend, Jensen is working elsewhere. Distance is only the start of your troubles.

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When you pull up to Jared and Gen’s Sunday afternoon, you notice Jeff’s car is already in the driveway. Your parents couldn’t make it up today, so Jared is going to Skype them when Tom is told. Speaking of your nephew, he is right there when you walk inside.

“Is that cake? Can I have some?”

“It is, and after dinner buddy.”

“What about some now and then more after dinner?”

“Good try, but no.”

Setting the cake down where he can’t reach it, you greet the rest of your family then help your sisters-in-law with dinner. After dinner, but before dessert Jared grabs his laptop and sets up the skype call with your parents. When they answer, Gen gets up and stands next to Jared at the head of the table and looks at Tom sitting next to you.

“Tom,” she starts, “you know Uncle Jeff is your dad's big brother right?”

Tom looks between the two men before looking back at his mom, “yeah.”

“You know how both dad and Uncle Jeff are Aunt Y/N’s big brothers?”

He looks at you.

“Yeah, both of them,” you tell him.

He just shakes his head at Gen.

“You know how Tyler is Katie’s big brother?” She tries going with someone closer to his age.

“Uh huh.”

“What do you think about being a big brother, too? Would you want a younger brother or sister?”

“No. Tyler says he has to share his toys with Katie now. I like my toys.”

You try to hold back a laugh along with Jeff. Jared is biting his lip and looking down. Gen is a little shocked. You don’t think that was the response she was expecting.

“You share your toys with me,” you tell him, trying to help.

“I like you. Tyler doesn’t always like Katie.”

“She’s annoying,” Tyler chimes in.

MJ quickly works on quietling her oldest to keep him out of the conversation.

“I don’t always like your Aunt Y/N, but I’m still glad she’s my sister,” Jared says, earning a smack from Gen.

“This isn’t how I thought it would go,” you hear Gen mutter. “Tom,” she says louder now. “You’re going to be a big brother in a few months. Mommy is going to have a baby.”

“Why?”

“We love you so much, and that won’t ever change. We wanted to share that with another baby too. Maybe not right now, but one day, you might really like having another sibling.”

“Can you take it back, like the ugly shirt?”

“That shirt was not ugly, and no.”

“Why not?”

“It doesn’t work that way buddy. A new baby is not like a piece of clothing.”

“Why?”

Jared has to turn around and look away to hide his laugh. His wife isn’t as amused and glares at his back. From the way he jumped, you’re fairly certain she kicked him under the table.

“You’ll like being a big brother, Tom.” Jeff tries to help. “You will get to teach your younger sibling all the neat things you know.”

He shrugs and looks at you. “When do we get cake?”

“Guess that’s the end of that conversation,” Gen says.

“Um, you’ll have to ask your mom,” you tell him.

“We can have cake now,” she responds.

“I want a big piece,” he tells you, demonstrating with his hands held wide apart.

“Baby sibling he wants to return, cake he cheers,” your sister-in-law mutters walking into the kitchen.

You get up to help her. “Don’t worry, he’ll get there. We’ll just have to make sure Tyler doesn’t tell him anymore sibling horror stories.”

Jeff and his family leave after dessert, you stay and help clean up before going back to your place. Tom is off playing when you leave, not another thought given to his future sibling.

You aren’t scheduled to film on Monday, so you spend the day tidying the apartment, doing laundry and working out. Tuesday, you are back on set. You’re on the couch in your trailer that afternoon when Jared walks in.

“Hey, how’s it going?” you ask him, looking back over your shoulder.

He pauses by the counter before continuing to the living room area. “Alright, I thought I’d come see what you’re doing.”

“What did you stop up there for?”

“Nothing. What are you up to?”

“Just finished going over the scene for this afternoon. What are you up to?”

“Nothin.”

“Jared, is everything alright?”

“Yeah.”

“Jare…”

“It’s fine, it’s just, nothing. It’s stupid.”

“I doubt it, talk to me.”

“You don’t want to hear it.” He notices the look you are giving him, and continues on. “Alright, alright, I just miss having Jackles around. The cast here is great, but it’s not the same.”

“You miss your partner in crime. I get it, you two were always together up there. I’m fairly certain you spent as much or more time with my boyfriend than I did.”

“I didn’t want to bring him up to you.”

“It’s fine, I can handle hearing his name. Anything I can do to help?”

“What you’re doing now is great, it’s just been one of those days ya know?”

“I get it.”

The two of you hang out in your trailer until you are called back to set. Jared gets up first and you follow him as he stops at the counter and retrieves his old gum he took out and set there.

“Jared Tristen, that’s gross. This is not Jensen’s trailer, get a new piece from craft services.”

“It tastes better after.”

“No. No it does not.”

The rest of the week passes quickly, you make plans with Keegan for the weekend.

“How about an escape room?” Keegan asks, coming up to you on set Friday.

“What?”

“What do you think about getting some people together and going to an escape room tomorrow night?” he questions again.

“That could be fun.”

“Cool, I’m on it.”

You watch as he takes off again heading toward some of your other cast mates. The next time you have a chance to speak you are both walking back toward the trailers at the end of the day.

“Your brother thinks he can make it, but he’ll have to check with Gen. Violet, Lindsey, Matt, Colby and Mitch are in through. Molly is heading back home with her husband for the weekend since she doesn’t film again until next Wednesday, and Odette won’t be back before the end of next week.”

“That’ll be fun. What time are we going? Meeting there?”

“I’ll check out the times available and send out a text. Might as well ride together, we don’t live that far from each other.”

“Sure, I’ll pick you up this time.”

He laughs, before agreeing and turning toward his own trailer.

Later that night, your phone dings with a message. Opening it there is a group text from Keegan.

Toby C- Hey, there are 2 rooms with availability. The Playground room has an open slot at 6:20 or 9:40, they all last an hour. We could do the first and grab dinner before or after? Prison break has 9 or 10:30, it’s rated as the most challenging one. Thoughts?

Violet is the first to respond saying either one works for her. Jared and Mitch are next both opting for the earlier option. You send a text agreeing to that one.

Toby C-Moonshine Grill is just down the street. Meet there at 5 for dinner?

Everyone agrees and the plans for the next evening are set.

You spend Saturday morning hitting the gym and then the pool before going back to your apartment. There is a text from Jared when you get out of the shower.

Jared-Want me to pick you up tonight?

Me- Thanks, but I already told Keegan I would pick him up.

Jared- So anything you want to tell me there?

Me- Nope

Jared- Are you sure?

Me- See you at 5.

Throwing on jeans and a t-shirt, you dry your hair and put on a little makeup before turning on the television and waiting until it is time for you to leave. When you notice it’s finally 4:30, you grab your purse, keys and a light jacket then head out the door.

It’s a quick three-minute drive to Keegan’s apartment complex. You send him a text when you park out front, and he is down a few minutes later. It doesn’t even take ten minutes to get to the restaurant. Keegan heads in first to check on the reservation he made while you wait for the others near the door, but a crack of thunder sends you inside. The rain moves the reservation from the outdoor Veranda to the covered patio.

Lindsey arrives first with Violet, Colby is right behind them. Jared and Mitch are next, Matt texted Keegan that he was running later. The rest of you are seated and given menus in the meantime. Your brother orders a few appetizers for the table to share before the waiter leaves with the drink order. Matt arrives a short time later and you all get your dinner orders in so you will have enough time to get to the escape game.

It’s still raining so everyone runs to their cars to drive to the parking lot down the street. Keegan signs you in once you are all there, someone comes to lead you back and reads the group the mission for this room.

“You are all a group of 4th graders stuck in class on the last day of school. There is a big game in one hour against the 5th grade class. The first objective is to finish the class assignments, or the teacher won’t let you out. Then you need to get a report card, after that make it to the gym all in one hour or you will be forced to forfeit.”

The rules are next. Nothing can be forced open or unscrewed. Cell phones are not supposed to be used for help or to take photos. You look at Keegan for that one, he’s already been taking pictures of the group out tonight. Before the clock starts he has everyone gather to get a group photo before putting his phone away for the next hour.

The pressure is on and you hit the classroom looking for the assignments that need to be completed. Violet and Matt start on the first assignment when they find it, the search for the second is on. Soon math, science, and social studies are done, leaving art to be finished and english still has to be found.

Homework turned in, you have to search the room for the report card before you can leave the room and try to make your way to the gym. Jared is the one who finally finds it and lets you out of the classroom. Trying to get out to the playground is next.

The group makes it with just over two minutes to spare. When you all are outside with your escape passes in hand, Keegan gets everyone together for an after shot.

The rain has ended and the group is slow to disperse for the night, everyone talking about the evening and laughing. You were happy to see your brother in the middle of it. You and Keegan are the last to leave, as you are driving back to his place you make a turn he isn’t expecting and pull into another parking lot.

“Ice cream?” he questions reading the sign.

“Driver’s choice,” you tell him.

“Alright.” he gets out following you inside.

Once you arrive back at his apartment, he invites you out by the pool to finish your ice cream. You sit in a chair near the water, while he takes one next to you.

“Sorry, I would invite you up, but the place is a bit of a mess. I should probably clean it up tomorrow,” he tells you.

“It’s no problem. It’s still early and it’s nice out here.”

The two of you talk for a bit after finishing your desserts, before you head home for the evening. Sunday, you take the opportunity to sleep in, then run a few errands before spending a lazy afternoon around your apartment. Lying on the couch during a Hallmark marathon, you notice notifications on your phone, most from Instagram and one email. The email was to confirm your flights for the convention this weekend, you had forgotten about that one. Opening the social media app next you see Keegan posted earlier about the night before. Pictures from dinner and the group escape photos, along with your ice cream after.

Fun night, great people! You comment after hitting the like button. Closing the app, you place the phone on the table before going back to your movie marathon.

Sunday morning, a tired Jensen quickly maneuvers through the Dallas airport toward the exit. He pulls his cap down as he makes his way through the already busy airport, checking his watch he has ten minutes before the car service he arranged is set to arrive. When the text comes in to notify him of his ride’s arrival he heads outside.

Once in the backseat he gives the driver his address and sits back trying not to fall asleep before they arrive at his parents house. Filming had run until 2 am this morning, it was almost 3 before he was back to his hotel, then he had to be at the airport by 6, for his flight. Now it’s just after 9, no 10, Texas is an hour ahead of New Mexico, and he’s ready for a nap. He doesn’t know if that will be an option or not once he arrives at his parent’s place.

A little over twenty minutes later the car pulls up outside his parent’s home. Giving the driver a tip, he grabs his bag and heads inside. His dad is in the living room when he walks in, his mom quickly comes out to greet him. He can’t help the yawns that keep escaping, and his mom is quick to send him to his old room for a nap before the others arrive.

Multiple pokes to the face wake Jensen all too soon, but a glance at the clock on the nightstand shows almost two hours have passed. A giggle comes from the person behind the pokes draws Jensen’s attention to his nephew, Levi.

“What are you up to Mister?” he playfully questions him.

Levi just laughs again. Jensen quickly gets out of bed and picks up the young boy who squeals as his uncle makes his way downstairs with him. Entering the living room, Alan Ackles is watching his eldest son Josh, play on the floor with his son Brayden. The youngest one is the first to spot his uncle, standing up and hurrying over. Jensen sets Levi down before bending down to give his other nephew a hug.

Before the boys can get their uncle on the floor to play with them, Donna comes in to grab everyone for lunch.

“Oh, good you’re already up,” she says looking at Jensen.

“Yeah, someone made sure of that,” he answers as he tickles Levi.

He picks the boy up and carries him into the dining room where his sister-in-law is setting a platter of sandwiches down amid the other food. Brayden and Levi both want to sit next to Jensen so he takes the spot in between the two boys. Small talk fills the air until Brayden unknowingly opens a can of worms.

“Where’s Aunt Y/N?”

“Um, she’s back in Austin,” Jensen spits out after choking on his drink.

“Will she be here later?”

“No buddy she won’t.”

“How come?”

“Um, well because, um…”

“Because your Uncle Jensen made the biggest mistake of his life,” Kenzie announces as she walks into the room with Jeremy right behind her.

“How come?” Brayden still wants answers.

“Thanks Mack,” Jensen tells her with a glare.

“Hey, I speak the truth.” She gives the rest of the family hugs as she sits down across from him.

Josh’s wife LeAnn, distracts the boys, and thankfully the topic changes. After lunch the boys are playing in the backyard, while the adults watch from the deck. It doesn’t take his mom long to revisit the topic from lunch.

“How come you didn’t want to tell us the two of you were having problems the last time you were home? It was a little obvious when you avoided her birthday. Although she didn’t say anything when I called her either. She made it seem like you were going to see her.”

Jensen sighs, “mom.”

“It would have been nice to hear it from the two of you then to be blindsided by some TV interview. I can’t believe she would go up to Vancouver and do that. That just doesn’t seem like her at all.”

“She didn’t,” Mack responds first.

Jensen glares at his sister before speaking. “It wasn’t supposed to come out that way,we were still together when I was here before.”

“Are you ever going to tell us what happened? I thought you were going to marry that girl.”

He takes a deep breath to try and calm himself down. He was hoping to avoid this, but should have known better.

“He turned into a scared jackass…”

“Mackenzie, language,” Donna interrupts.

“Well he did, again I only speak the truth. He managed to break her heart and push her away because of it. Now she’s living in a closet size apartment until she moves back to LA.

Jensen’s head snaps to his sister at that announcement. “She’s moving back to California?”

“Oh shoot. I wasn’t supposed to tell anyone that.”

“Kenzie, why is she moving? When is she moving? Next summer?”

“She didn’t want me to say anything.”

“Too late for that,” Jensen tries to stare his sister down for answers.

“Fine, but you can’t tell Jared this yet. End of the year, she wants to leave her full time role on Walker for just a guest star. She moved here for you, and you threw that all away so she wants to leave.”

Jensen’s quiet while he sits there absorbing that bit of news. It looks like he has to figure out what he’s going to do quickly if you have already set a time table to leave town. His dad and brother move inside to turn on the football game, and he doesn't notice his mom shooing Kenzie and LeAnn into the house with the kids.

“Do you want to talk about it?” she softly asks him. “Tell me what really happened?”

He’s quiet while he thinks about what he wants to say, he knows however he phrases things, his mother isn’t going to be very happy with him. He finally gets everything out, starting with his worry about being on set, how someone even told him they didn’t want to like him. Doing what he could to not make any waves. He lost track of a lot of things while he was there. When he gets halfway through the weekend that you were there, his mom slaps him upside the head.

“Jensen Ross, I can not believe you behaved that way,” she scolds him. “I did not raise you to act like that.”

“I know ma. Looking back now, I can’t believe I did that either. I royally screwed up.”

“Yes, you did. What are you going to do about it?”

“I don’t know.”

He finishes up telling her about that weekend, what happened after, his talks with Jared and Kenzie.

“Do you still love her?”

“Never stopped. But I don’t know, I told Jared and Kenzie I wasn’t sure if I would try and get back together with her because she deserves better than how I treated her, and I’m still busy with the new show. She really does deserve better, but I’m also afraid that if I talk to her about it, she is just going to tell me I don’t have a chance in hell. I would completely deserve that. Then we really would be over for good. I think she is already moving on with one of her new co-stars anyways.”

“She deserves to know how you really feel. Most importantly, that girl deserves an apology.” With that Donna stands up and makes her way back into the house, leaving Jensen alone on the deck.

He pulls out his phone and is scrolling through his social media when he decides to hurt himself a little more and search your name. There are new pictures of you, he follows back to a post from Keegan Allen, your new costar. Looking through the other man’s posts he sees multiple ones with you. Some with other cast members, others just with the two of you. Caught up in his thoughts, he doesn’t hear the sliding glass door open.

“As much as you deserve it, I can’t leave you to wallow out here all alone,” his sister tells him. “What are you looking at?”

Standing behind him, she looks down at his phone and sees a photo of you with an ice cream. Jensen flips back through a few more and she notices the same guy with you in a few of them.

“Who is that?” she carefully asks her brother.

“Y/N’s new costar, and I’m pretty sure boyfriend.”

“Are you sure she is dating someone already?”

“They look pretty close.”

“What are you going to do about it?”

“What can I do about it? Besides, look how happy she looks in these. Both you and Jared told me how awful I had made her feel. Looks like I lost.”

He gets up and walks into the house with his shoulders slumped.

“With that attitude you did,” Kenzie mumbles behind him. She decides it's up to her to find out what’s going on. Taking out her phone she sends you a text about meeting up the following weekend, but you won’t be in town.

Jensen puts a smile on his face as they spend the afternoon celebrating Levi. He watches his young nephew play with his new toys, and does his best to try and blow out the birthday candles. Levi seems to have the most fun making a mess out of his cake.

As Jensen is grabbing his bag to head out, he is surprised his mom is the one to offer him a ride to the airport. Before he exits the car, his mom reaches out and grabs his arm.

“You made a mistake, it’s time to fix that. For both your sakes it’s time to have a conversation with Y/N. You need to be able to move on one way or another. If you’re lucky, it will be the two of you together.”

“If I can ever get her to talk to me again.”

After giving her a hug, Jensen gets out of the car and makes his way inside the busy airport to catch his flight to New Mexico.

You are sitting in your chair on Monday, going through the script for an upcoming scene when you look up and notice Keegan standing in front of you.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“So I saw this poster for…”

“What is up with you and finding posters,” you tease him.

“I look at the bulletin board in the apartment lobby, anyway, I took a picture.” He holds out his phone for you to look at.

Taking the phone, you look over the picture he took of the poster. Bat Fest, it says at the top. You can’t help the slight rise of your lip as you remember the first time that Jensen took you to see the bats a few years before. This flier says there would be live music, children’s activities and a bat costume contest before it was time for the bats to take flight for the night.

“Have you ever seen this? Do you want to check it out with me this weekend?”

“It is a good time or can be. Jensen took me two years ago when I came down to Austin with him for the weekend. It actually creeped me out a little bit.”

“Oh… I guess that’s a no then?”

“I can’t go anyways, we have a convention this weekend in Colorado. Thanks for asking though. Maybe one of the others will be up to go with you?”

“Yeah, I’ll ask around.”

It isn’t long before you are both called to set and need to get to work.

Tuesday and Wednesday are long days on set, but the end of your filming week. You watch Tom on Thursday morning while Jared and Gen are busy. He helps, or tries to help you pack for the convention you’re leaving for later that afternoon. You promise to take him to the park after you finish packing, and he tells you about his trip there with Uncle Jensen.

“Why didn’t you come too?. I miss him, daddy says he comes back soon.”

“Comes back?” That threw you off a little, not that you had been keeping up with Jensen’s whereabouts. “Where is he?”

“He’s with work people,” Tom tells you as he tries to take a shirt out of your suitcase without you seeing.

‘Work people? I wonder if that meant he went off to see Claudia’, you think to yourself. Focusing back on your nephew, you see him dropping your shirt for karaoke on the closet floor.

“Dude, what are you doing with that shirt?”

“Nothing.”

“Thomas?”

“I don’t want you to pack lots and not come back.”

“I will be back Sunday morning I promise. I always come back, don't I?”

“Not to my home.”

“Buddy, that was only temporary. That’s your home with your mom, dad and new brother or sister. This is mine. It will only be a couple days, I promise.”

“Unca Jensen packed lots and was gone forever.”

“He was away filming a show, I’m just going to a convention. It’s only for a few days. I promise I will be back soon.”

He stares at you for a whole minute before retrieving the shirt back out, along with your pajama top and jeans. Sneaky little sucker takes after his dad.

Once you think you have everything you need, you take it all back out and pile it on your bed. Double checking as it goes back in the luggage that Tom didn’t take anything else out on you. Finally done you grab two water bottles and a few snacks, throwing it in a bag to take to the park.

You are pleased to see it’s fairly empty when you arrive, most kids are back in school now. Tom had you up with him on the slide a few times, but now he wants to do it himself. When his excitement with that wears out, it’s over to the merry-go-round, but you pushed him too fast as you ran along with it, now he just wants you to sit down with him and push. It’s definitely much slower. Taking your phone out, you snap a picture of the two of you.

Before you put your phone back you notice an Instagram notification from Keegan, he posted something from set. After watching that video you go to search for Bri’s page to see if you missed pictures from her recent trip. The first thing you see on the search page is a picture of Jensen, Claudia and Chase. You can’t help but click on it.

It takes you to her page where you see she recently posted two pictures of the two of them and some other cast members.

With the caption, Love spending time with some of my favorite people. You can see Jensen has already liked it, what you don’t see are the various comments from the group about how those were good times during filming. ‘Must be the work people Tom said he was away with,’ you think. You keep telling yourself to get over it, but you just hate seeing him with her.

A short time later, you need to get Tom in the car so you can take him back to Gen. She isn’t back to the house yet, so you make him lunch while you wait. When your sister-in-law returns you spend a few minutes talking with her before going back to your place to get your luggage for the weekend.

Thank you for reading!

Chapter 15- Coming hopefully in the not too distant future.🤞

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collectorofsoulss · 1 year

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Exile! Mammon x F!Reader Pt2

“Liar.”

There was disbelief written across your face. Small steps, you backed up. He was a demon. Demons were liars. You refused to believe anything that comes out of his mouth. They were negative entities, constantly draining those to fill an empty void. Any form of life often decayed and grew weak. Nothing good comes from being around them. How dare he implies your husband could be one of those vile creatures! He was nothing like them!

The response left the demon silent. Did you not know? The sound of his name did not bring familiarity. Why not? The sudden realization had him pause his own actions. Interesting.

“My husband doesn’t have any brothers or any sort of family,” you reasoned desperately. “And he’s not…one of you.”

The choices of words left Lucifer confused, bamboozled even. ‘…one of you…’ The longer he stared at you, the more the answers became apparent. The despair in your voice, the desperation in your actions. He was seen as the enemy by his own family; a family who does not know of him.

Did Mammon deny him knowledge of your existence? The demon gave a soft chuckle. Unsure what the laugh represented, he could only shake his head in disbelief. Not again. Both of you two were kept in the shadows not meant to see each other in the light; it was as if Mammon did not want his two words to collide.

“If this was what meant to be, so be it,” he said to himself.

The devil extended his hand towards you and snapped. Instinctively you flinched unsure of what was to come. The weight of MJ’s head crashed down, arms sliding from your shoulders as his body went heavy.

The sudden response had you roughly shaking him, “Hey, honey,” you adjusted him within your arms to see his face. “Open your eyes, look at Mommy,” No matter how much you called his name the child remained unresponsive. The same methods were used against Maxi, you patted his bottom waiting for a sound but he was silent as well.

“What did you do to my babies!”

The devil towered over you; gradually craning your neck you peered into his soulless pools of red. The vision of him disoriented into nothingness. The control of your body was relinquished to him. The once strained expression you carried relaxed as the magic neutralized you. It had no choice but to follow the orders of the demon. The will of his was now the will of yours.

“Human. Put the children to bed for their afternoon nap, then prepare dinner for the night. Once dinner is finished, fall asleep on the sofa waiting for your husband to return home, however, before he does you awake from a nightmare, this nightmare. Call him and demand he is to return home because you are afraid. You are not to remember my face. You are not to remember by name. You are not to remember me.”

There were two crows stationed outside the windowsill. Hato had taken off to deliver the contents of what occurred while Karasu remained behind to intervene. Hato had stopped in mid-flight to perch on a nearby branch confused as to why he left his post, not realizing the mere minutes were blurred from their minds. Immediately, Hato flew back joining beside Karasu. They both observed the little ones getting tucked into their beds; the intruder was no more.

By the grace of magic, Lucifer concealed any evidence of his presence. Mammon did not reveal to his family who or what he was; Lucifer had no other choice than to honor it. A secret he will now carry for eternity.

Lucifer knew all there was to know. He had to make sure you were not a threat. There was nothing special or extraordinary about you. Nothing. There was no spell, no bribe, Mammon was not blackmailed nor forced. Everything done for you was done willingly. Which was why it grieved him. How could a mere human shift this demon’s behavior for the better he has worked eons to correct? What made you different?

Lucifer waited and waited, however, the truth never came. He began questioning the relationship he had with his brother. Everything he’s ever done was to protect them, all of them. Did Mammon doubt him? That somehow that’ll change? After the whole ordeal about Mammon’s whereabouts, Lucifer calmly disclosed to the rest of his brothers, Mammon was simply handling some affairs for the witches, easily they believed him, disinterested in the shenanigans he manages to get himself into.

Lucifer stilled himself, vowing to not interfere with his brothers’ life. Ignorant to the truth, you knew nothing of the supernatural world. You knew creatures and beasts lived, hidden and dispersed throughout mankind but you knew not of their story or how they came to be. For if you knew the history of their time, you’d know it was not a man you laid next to each night but a demon.

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“What da hell ya mean you don’t have it!” Mammon yelled. “The hell I’m payin’ ya for!”

The side of his fist hit the stone wall he stood at; its cracks dispersing across the center. The signs were already showing, there was barely enough time. It was only a matter of moments before everything he worked hard for goes to shit! The spell needed to be enforced but lacked a few vital ingredients. The woman uncrossed her legs, sitting up in her chair.

“Look! It’s not my fault the flowers have not bloomed! And please,” she pointed, “Try not to damage any of my shit!”

“It’s been a year now, witch! The fuckin’ bind is weakenin’” he explained. “It cannot break, ya hear?”

Prudence saw the desperation within his eyes; there’s hardly been a time where he was ever serious...like ever. Mammon frantically paced in her cabin, ruffling his hair as he tried to think. If you were to ever find out – he couldn’t even imagine your reaction, the words you’d say.

He was going to tell you, not on the first date–or third but eventually! It was the strength, he lacked. Everything was going so well, this little secret of his was going to strip away all the precious moments he’s shared with you. Mammon was afraid that’s all you’ll see in him just like his brothers. He tried to escape his sin, his past, and who he was destined to be.

Foolishly, he thought if he doesn’t speak of it, nor acknowledge that side of him, it’ll go away. The thought of you hating him, not trusting him – everything about his character made him sick. Desperately he struggled to avoid such fate yet look where he was now.

A pang of pain radiated within his chest, a hand, he clutched himself, fingers indenting his shirt. Would you even want him anymore? Would you want…them? Fuck! He shouldn’t think like this, of course, you’d want them. They were your kids, you’d never abandoned them but would you abandon…him? The thought scared him.

“These ingredients have to be in their ripest forms in order for it to be effective,” she reasoned, observing the components on the countertop. “They are already so rare, blooming every decade, growing in the harshest environment. It’s not something that’s easy to come by, not only do we need one dose but two.”

Due to their small potency, during each concoction, its amounts were doubled, and given to each of the children for maximum effectiveness. Mammon could not risk any slip-ups. Performed annually, eventually the flowers diminished in quantity.

“There must be somethin’ else,” he sat on the stool. “That’s all the tricks ya got up yer sleeves? The fuck kinda witch are ya?”

The woman’s eyebrow twitched in annoyance, frustrated about the lack of respect. Not only he appeared unannounced, but he also invited himself into her home. If it weren’t for their past, Prue would have his ass out. Despite his rash behavior, she took into account – he has kept promises before, surprisingly. It’s only fair to return the favor.

“I told you, I do not have strong enough magic to seal their powers,” she disclosed, placing the tips of her fingers together. “Despite them being human, given you being their father, one of the greatest sins known to mankind; their demonic heritage is far too potent for me alone to seal. I would need other members of the coven to have a successful ritual or it must be a demon of higher power. Given how discreet you are about their existence, this is the only option unless…”

Mammon perked up, swiveling around to hear the words come out of her mouth.

“Unless you are the one to seal them.”

There was a sudden vacancy within his eyes. “I…I ain’t good with spells and hexes.” He sucked, terribly; it’s the memorization of words and rituals, there were too many factors he had to take into account. It was far too risky and he did not want to chance to ruin it, causing something grave to happen to his cherished children. He’d rather leave it to someone vastly experienced and well-versed in this specialty, hence why he was here in the first place.

“It’s either risk the spell unraveling by waiting for the flowers to bloom or you learn the incantation and bind them yourself.”

However, the moment he saw Hato; it was too late.

~~~

The young boy held his head in his hands, nails scratching at his scalp as he endured a terrible headache. His room was atrocious. Clothes were everywhere, items turned over while Junior was in the center of it all. There was an unbearable pain, something he was unable to describe.

He could hardly move. It felt as if his skin was too tight, it didn’t make sense, but he felt restrained – suppressed. Junior’s been feeling this for a while, at first he was able to tolerate it but as the days came the pain grew stronger. In a fetal position, he was left immobilized.

Junior didn’t make it to dinner, and he knew you were on your way up. He heard your voice clear as day, why was he able to hear your footsteps? The sound of your heart? The little whisper under your breath as your fingers glided against the railing. The cracking sensation had him groaning, his back was on fire. Something was about to break through. The gentle knock on his bedroom door was enough to hurt him, why was everything so loud?

“Honey, are you okay?”

Soon his hands were wet. Trembling, he looked at his palms. Ink-like substance trailed down his fingers. Was this supposed to be his blood? Junior was going to be sick. On his hands and knees, he coughed. He heard your fist hammering against the door, soon shaking the door knob.

“MJ, why is the door locked? What are you doing in there? Are you okay?”

A surge of pain rippled through him, his nails grew into claws, digging into the floorboards, the wood chipped. His head was about to explode, what was happening to him?

“Sweetie, open the door!”

Outside the room, you heard crashing noises and multiple items falling onto the floor. Knelt, your hand hovered over the lock. Whispering you tried to magically break it. The lock began to alter; back and forth your eyes shifted, panicking as you could only imagine what was happening. Junior started screaming until it morphed into a deep guttural growl, surprising you.

Unlocked, you turned the knob welcoming a gust of wind blowing you flat against the hallway wall. Furniture broke; debris went everywhere. The wave of unleashed power seized, dropping everything in the air, you included. On your knees, you sucked in a breath – widened eyes. There was an eerie silence of bones morphing. Junior was cowered on all fours, ligaments protruding from his back – black substance coated them.

“Mommy…” Blood spilled from the corner of his lips. “…what’s wrong with me?” He looked at you with curiosity. The size of his pupils enlarged until the colors of his eyes were no longer seen. The opening from his horns trickled blood down his forehead and onto his cheeks.

Your child was a...was a...Tears swelled in your eyes. No.

Instantly, your strength was depleted from your legs. Unable to take a step forward, you were paralyzed to the ground. Double vision, sluggishly you crawled. He was still your baby. You had to get to him. He was so afraid. The second you held him, it was like your soul was going to be torn out of your chest. He was a demon.

“It’s okay, you’re okay,” you hushed, lifting him into your arms. “I’m here, baby,” voice small with fear.

“Mommy, I don’t feel so good,” he mumbled. “It hurts…” Junior curled into your chest, hugging himself tightly. He began to cry.

“Everything’s going to be okay,” you whispered. All you could do was hold him, unable to bear his pain.

~~~

Mammon sprinted inside the house. The sudden power of his steps sunk his foot through the stairs. The railings were displaced from his touch as he used it as momentum to push forward. Mammon did not sense you nor the children in the house.

“Oi! Junior, MC!” he yelled, roughly dislodging his foot.

Swiftly he stomped up the staircase, running into Maxi’s room to see a vacant crib. He touched the top of it, tears burning his eyes. Junior’s door was found off its hinges; his room was in shambles, splatters of blood staining the walls, the floorboards and whatever furniture remained. Roaming the house, he noticed the safe was open, everything inside missing. The cabinets were empty; the suitcases were gone. The last stop was the bedroom you both shared.

There, a gentle glisten on the nightstand caught his attention. Mammon sat on the edge of the bed; Hato settled on his shoulder, observing the actions of his master. Silently, the tears dripped down the bridge of his nose. In the center of his palm was your wedding band. He lost you. He lost them.

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storytimewithanonwriter · 2 years

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Songbird

Single mom! reader x Peter

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Warning for series: fluff, a cute baby, mention of food, mention of sex, implied sex, blood, and injuries, curse words, the use of y/n…, nicknames for the reader: love, bird, songbird, birdie ( probably more), not the best writing and lots of typos !! Lol

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Hi all!! I hope you are having a wonderful week! Here is the last installment of Songbird! I hope you enjoyed this little series ! So sorry it took FOREVER!! But it is here. It not edited so there are tons of mistakes. I kept y'all waiting long enough!

Thank you for going on the journey with me!

❤️K

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Peter woke up before you did. He could sense Maisie stirring. He got dressed and made his way to her room.

“Good morning, Baby bird. Happy Birthday MJ! Did you sleep well?”

“ tank too! Uh-huh!! My Pete !! Look, look!” She said as she pointed to her spider suit. She had made you lay it out on her dresser before she went to bed the night before.

“Ahh, I see Spider-Man finished it. I’m glad you like it, MJ” he smiled. “ Hey, Maze, your mama is still asleep. Do you want to help me make breakfast for her? We can surprise her.”

“ Uh-huh! Up up!” She said excitedly. She tried her best to climb out.

“ hold on there, baby bird! Let me help you.” He picked her up. Peter helped Maisie get ready for the day. She may only be two, but she was fiercely independent. Once Maisie was ready, they headed to the kitchen.

Peter gave Maze a few choices to cook. MJ picked French toast with bacon. Peter was hoping she chose traditional toast and eggs, but he was going to try his best. Before he started to cook, Maisie stopped him.

“Wash hands! And music!” She reminded him.

“Oh! How could I forget! Thanks, MJ!” He quickly washed his hand and turned on his music.

Maisie covered her ears. “ No, no, My Pete! My music!! “ she said, pointing to herself.

“ silly me! Let’s get this party started, birthday girl.” Peter turned on the playlist he labeled Birdie and Baby Bird’s Favorites. He had made it for the day he picked Maisie up for you and took her to you at work. They would listen to the playlist on the subway and walk through the park.

A mixture all of your favorites favorites filled the air. You shared your love of music with Maisie. Peter and Maisie were dancing around the kitchen as they cooked. Peter was having so much fun he didn’t realize you woke up.

“ looks like I missed my invitation to the party.” You laughed.

“ Mama! Prize!! Breakfast!” MJ beamed, and she ran towards you.

You picked her up and hugged her tight. “ oh my goodness! Thank you so much for my surprise, but Maisie, it's your birthday! You should be getting the “ prizes”!”

Maisie giggled “ share, mama.”

“My sweet baby,” you said as you kissed her head. “ Good Morning, my love.” You made your way over to Peter and gave him a quick kiss. “ Good morning, Birdie,” he cooed.

“Yuck!” MJ made a face.

“ You don’t like when Mommy kisses Peter?” You laughed as she shook her head.

Peter laughed as well. You set the Maze down and watched her toddle into the living room to play with her doll house.

“ morning “ you smiled as you leaned in to kiss Peter .

Peter smiled as he thought that this is the way he wanted to begin his mornings for the rest of his life. Waking to to you.

…

Saturday’s Party came and went. The cake was a replica of Maisie’s stuffed Spider-Man in the Cinderella dress. You died laughing when Eliza brought it in.

Ned came with his twins. He spent most of the day talking with Eliza. She seemed to enjoy his company.

Everything was great. After the party, you and peter decided to go for a walk with Maisie in the park. She was on a sugar high.

“ you didn’t lie about sugar-crazed baby being an adventure.” Peter laughed.

Maisie was singing at the top of her lungs.

“ Yep! I made that mistake the day before I met you … never again.”

“ Hey, did you realize we have known each other for a year?”

“ Sure did.” you smiled “ it's been a great year. “

Peter smiled. He opened his mouth the started to speak, but something stopped him. Something felt off. His spider-sense was going wild.

“ y/n, I need you to trust me.”

“ I do trust you... what's wrong? You look like..”

“ Go home, take Maisie, and I will meet you there.” He didn’t know what was coming, but it couldn’t be good.

“ Peter, you are scaring me.”

His hands were griping your shoulders “ you trust me, don’t you?”

You looked at Peter. He had tears in his eyes. He was scared. You were scared now. “ yes, I do, I lo..”

“ go home”

Just then, you hear a loud roaring sound. You turn your head toward the noise. You could make out a large monstrous figure. You look back at where Peter was, and he was gone.

“ Shit… umm … ok.”

“Mama! Loud !”

“ I know. We got to go, baby.”

“ No!!!! MY PETE! MY PETE!” She screamed as you left the park.

It took less than 5 minutes to get to Eliza’s place. MJ screamed and cried the entire way . You had decided that you were going to find Peter. He just disappeared. You knew this had something to do with trying to get a photo for work.

You used the code to get in and enter the apartment.

“ What the hell, Y/n? You scared the shit out of me!!” Eliza squeaked.

“something is going on in the park. Peter is still there. I have to find him. Watch MJ. I will be back.”

Before she could answer, you were gone. As you shut the door you heard Maisie screaming your name now. Your heart broke, but you had to find Peter. You ran toward the park shouting for Peter. You could see smoke and dust as you approached. There was distraction everywhere.

You hear a whoosh, and you are up in the air. Before you could scream, you were on top of a building.

“ What the hell are you doing here?!!”

“ Spider-Man?””

“ Why are you here ?!! It’s not safe! Where is your daughter? “

“We were at the park with Peter. He told me to take MJ and go home. He disappeared. …I took MJ to my sisters, and I returned I….”

Peter sighed . “ Just stay here. You will be safe. I will come back for you.”

And he was gone.

You watched Spiderman fight. He always tried to steered the monster away from you. You could never really tell what he was fighting. It looks like a giant lizard, but you were not sure.

You couldn't take your eyes off what was happening. You tried to stay as quiet as possible to ensure the monster didn't come toward you. For the most part, spiderman had the upper hand. You watch as the lizard takes a swing, and Spiderman falls to the ground. The lizard trapped Spidey under his claw and scratched him. Without thinking, you gasped.

The lizard's head turned toward you. You made eye contact.

“ let's see what you have been protecting. What do you think, spiderman?” the lizard hissed.

“ No, please don't. She has...”

The lizard takes a swing knocking Peter out.

“ I was over the whining. How about you, sweetie?” The lizard made his way over to the building you were on.

“ Mr. Lizard, sir? I really don’t have anything to do with him. Please don’t hurt me. I have a daughter. It’s her birthday. I …”

“ Again with whining and pleading! “ he grabbed you and took off.

“ where are you taking me?! Put me down!! Spider-Man!!! HELP!!!” You were screaming.

Peter's head was ringing when he came too. The only thought on his mind was you.

He stood up very wobbly. “ Hey, why don’t you listen to the lady?”

“ But, it’s more fun this way!” The lizard said as he headed toward taller buildings with you.

Your head was spinning by the time he stopped.

“ This is high enough. It’s a nice view, don’t you think?” He threw you down. You felt your ankle give way as you landed on the platform below. You hissed as you recognized your surrounding—the top of the Oscorp building.

“ looks like we have company .” The lizards said as he picked you back up.

“ Put her down, Lizard,” Peter growled.

“ I will put her down on one condition. You let me go? “

“ you know I can’t do that. But, what if I help you? I can cure you. I cured Dr. Conners when he did this to himself. I can help you.”

“ What if I don’t want to be cured? I did this to myself. I am continuing Conners work! I…”

The lizard seems to go on forever. His grip got tighter and tighter as he spoke. You watch Spider-Man hoping he understands what you are going to do next.

“what … “ you gasped for air “… if Spider-Man helped you get to more of Dr.Conners research. We have a friend. He is a….”

While you were distancing him, the lizard loosened his grip. Spider-Man saw his way in. He quickly shot webs to restrain the lizard, but before securing him to the roof, he fell and dropped you.

You start to fall. “This isn’t going to be good.” That is all you could think. Poor Maisie. She would grow up with no mother or father now. Eliza would be great. She would tell her all about you. She would raise MJ to be a badass. You just hope she would let Peter see Maisie still. Peter… between Gwen and you, he had been dealt a terrible hand.

Something snapped you out of you thoughts. Someone was holding you. You were no longer falling. Spider-Man . He is holding you tight. He was crying.

Peter was ok when he caught Peter one’s MJ. He even saw it as a moment to motivate himself. But it is you. The one person he wanted to keep all of this from. He tried to protect you in the way he couldn’t protect Gwen.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and then hiss in pain. In the heat of everything, you realized that the lizard’s claws cut your side, and now you are bleeding.

“ You are ok. It’s ok. I’ve got you. I’ve got you. I love you. It’s ok. I'm so sorry; I'm so sorry.” Spider-Man kept repeating these fraises over and over again. He was hyperventilating and on the verge of a full-blown panicked attack.

Then it hits you. The bruises, scares, the disappearing, and then Gwen.

“ oh my god … Peter...it’s you... you are Spiderman.”

He shook his head yes. He was still panicking.

“Hey, it’s ok. I am ok. Look at me. I am ok. You saved me. I love you too… look, it's not bad. I’m ok….Peter look at me. I’m going to take off your mask, ok? I need you to breathe, babe. “

Taking the mask off, you finally make eye contact with your boyfriend. His eyes are filled with panic, sorrow, and pain.

“Hey, I’m here. Ok ? Breathe. That’s it, love. I’m ok. You did it. You saved me.”

Peter hugged you tight and sobbed.

You sat there for a minute. You were in so much pain you just needed to be at home. When peter finally started to calm down, you spoke softly,

“ Love, let's go home, ok. I’m going to call Eliza to ask if Maisie can stay the night there.”

“ no… I need to …have …both ….of my ….girls … home safe,” Peter said in a whisper

“Ok, I’m going to call her to see if she will bring her over and stay for a while. Ok? “ he nodded to agreed.

You probably should have gone to the hospital. Your side was killing you, and your poor ankle was shot, but Peter needed you.

You picked up your phone and dialed.

“ Eliza, hey.

“ did you find Peter? “

“Yeah, did you see what happened near Central Park? “

“Yeah, it was crazy. Spider-Man was there and..”

“ We were there. Peter and I . “

“ shit! Are you ok? Are you at the hospital? I'm headed that way. I will call Val or May. One of them can watch her.”

“No, we’re all kinda ok. No, hospital. I have some scraps and whatnot. Peter … he got the worst of everything, and he is having a hard time. Ummm... I don’t remember if I ever told about his girlfriend before me. Gwen was in an accident, kind of along the lines of today. He is taking this… well as one would expect. You saw your first love killed by a monster and then see what happened today….”

“ Oh god, um, ok. What do you need me to do? “

“ just meet us at the apartment. We are going up to Pete’s to grab him some things. I just need to see my baby. Thank you for taking her.”

“Anytime, you know that. We will be there in 10.”she hung up the phone.

“ Petey, we have to go now. You need to change. How do you want to get home? Walking or subway? My ankle is kinda shot, so there is that.”

“I can swing us home.”

“Are you sure? “

“I’m ok.”

“Peter, are you..”

Peter snapped, “I said I was ok .”

You shook your head. You didn’t let it bother you. Peter was upset. You knew that this was going to be a tough day.

You all made it home in 5 minutes, making your way to Peter’s; Peter changed out of his suit. He got dressed in grey sweatpants and a hoodie to help disguise his injuries.

“ love, let’s go downstairs and see MJ. Then I will help you with those scratches, Ok?”

He shook his head, and you both made your way to your apartment.

“ My Pete! Mama! “ Maisie squealed as you entered. Her eyes were wide and bright until she saw Peter.

“ my Pete sad.” Maisie's smile faded to a frown.

“ it’s ok, Maze. You are right. Peter is sad. He just needs some hugs. “

Maze waddled over to you and peter. She hugged his legs.

“I'm sorry, Pete. It was ok sad. It's ok .”

Peter took at the moment, trying to calm himself. Peter bent down and picked Maisie up and hugged her. He was in pain, but he didn’t care When he started to cry, he quickly passed her over to you.

“ Maisie, that was so nice of you to check on Peter. He is going to be ok. He needs a minute. You know you need a minute when you are sad .” As your kissed her head.

“ Uh-huh!” You could tell she was very worried about Peter. She had never seen Peter upset.

“I was gonna go to the bedroom” Peter whispered and walked down the hallway. Peter looked awful. Your heart was breaking for him. This has to be so hard.

“ My Pete sad, mama. “ Maisie was so upset to see peter this way.

You place Maisie on the couch . “ it’s ok, baby. “

You didn’t consider what you looked like until MJ pointed to your shirt . “ ouch, mama. You hurt.”

“ You look like you were at war,” Eliza spoke up

“ I kinda feel like it. Can you stay and watch MJ? I need to go help, Peter.”

“ of course. But, love, you need to go take care of yourself.”

You brushed off what she said and made your way to Peter.

He was sitting on the side of your bed. You sat beside him. He leaned into you and held you close.

“ thought I was going to lose you today. “ you simply placed your hand in his and he broke down.

Peter sat up after what felt like hours. “ Baby, we need to take care of your cuts .”

“ I’m ok, Pete. Honest. It doesn’t even hurt .” You were lying. It hurt very bad. You didn’t want to make Peter worry.

“ Songbird, I can tell you are lying. I know you too well… plus I can hear your heartbeat.”

“ What else can my boyfriend Spider-Man do?” Yow spat out. You didn’t mean it would come out as bitter as it did.

“ I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I …. I wanted to keep you safe. I thought if I could keep it a secret, you would be safe. I could protect you. I thought I could keep you safe like I couldn’t do with Gwen. “

“ Peter …”

“ She was dropped off of the clock tower by… my friend … Harry …. He turned out to be the son of the Green Goblin. Its a long story . But, he found her… I tried to safe her … but when I shot my web … the whiplash…. I… I …”

You clung to Peter . He was sobbing again. In between his sobbing he told you about the other Peters and his travels there.

“ I’m sorry I lied . I just wanted to keep you safe.”

“ Peter , it’s ok . “

Peter looked up at you. He could tell you felt bad.You were super dizzy.

“ Birdie , let’s get you checked out. Come on let’s go .”

“ I’m fine Peter . I just need to rest…”

“ Y/n , I would feel better if we took you in. “

“ Fine. Just let me change. I want to get out of…” you stood up and headed to the bathroom to clean up a bit.

(And that is the last thing you remember.

“ ELIZA! “ Peter shouted as he ran into the living room holding you.

“ We we’re talking she was saying she was fine. I told her she needed to get checked out. She wanted to change.I … I….” Peter was losing it.

“ Peter , breathe. Ok ? There is a hospital down the block or I can call..“ Eliza was holding a sleeping Maisie. She went to set her down and the door slammed. Peter had already left the apartment with you in his arms.

…

When you came too there was a lot of beeping. You were sore and tired . You looked around to find you were in a hospital room and you were alone. You started to panic. Just as you were starting to cry Peter walked in.

“ Birdie , you are up.” He rushed over to your side. He gently kissed your forehead gently. He slowly wiped the tears from your cheeks.

“ I’m sorry stepped out to call work. I was just outside the door.

“It’s just hospitals ya know? “ Peter smiled and took your hand. “What happened?”

“ We we’re getting ready to come to the hospital to get you checked out and you collapsed . Eliza is there with Maisie until May can get there.”

You went to nod your head and you hissed in pain.

“ Take it easy. Ok?The doctors are running test , baby. Your side from the claw marks …You have a few stitches. They said you lost a lot of blood …Love bug, I’m so sorry. I should have told you. You wouldn’t have came back if..”

“ Stop, Peter I would have still came back for you even if I knew ….I needed to know you were safe. Besides , I wasn’t the only one hurt. You got hurt and others in park did as well so…” you were having a hard time keeping your eyes open.

“Rest , Bird. I will get the nurse , ok? I will be right back.“ Peter exited. )

“Mmmhmmm.” You had closed your eyes.

When you opened your eyes you found Eliza.

“You should have listened to me a headed to the hospital when you got home.” Eliza said as she stepped into the room.

“ you always know best.” You smiled and rolled your eyes . “ how is Maze?”

“ She is good.May got there about an hour after you got here. I came as soon as MJ was settled . Peter is calling to check on her and MJ now.”

“Y/N , I’m Dr. Jones. I have your test results. I wanted to go over them with you. Is this a good time ?”

“ yes , this is my sister Eliza . She can be here I don’t mind.”

“ well, all of your test came back fine. You are a little anemia and I’m sure that is why you lost consciousness . You should be cleared to go home in a few hours. “

“ thank you! “

You smiled as they exited. Peter walked in.

“ Sleeping Beauty you’re awake.” He smiled

“ I’m gonna give you two a minute.” Eliza said as she slipped out the door.

“ Hey you.”

“ you ok ?” You asked .

“ why are you asking if I’m ok you are…”

“ Peter …”

He shook his head. “ I’m ok. Doing better since I know you are ok. I never wanted you to be drug into this side of my life , y/n. “

“ Peter, Spider-Man is apart of what makes you you. And I love you no matter what. You are my best friend . You make me feel safe.”

“ l love you too.”

“ come here.” You patted the bed beside you. Peter crawled in next to you. And kissed you for head.

“ hey , Pete”

“ yeah .”

“ move in with me. You spend all your time at my place. You only leave my place at night to go what I now assume is patrolling.“

“ you knew I would leave ?”

“ yes Pete I did… I always though you went to do work . Or I don’t know free time. You were always busy.”

Peter didn’t answer you for a while. You started to panic a little. You knew it was soon , because you just officially started to date, but you had been friends for a while.

Finally Peter leaned in a kiss you on the top of the head.

“ I would love to move in with you and Maisie. You think she will…”

“My Pete come back? Where my Pete ? My Pete work? Why no my Pete?? “ you laughed “ I think she will be extremely happy “

…

Peter’s lease had a few more months left. He ended up subletting it to Ned. Ned ended taking over the lease once it lease was up. You were happy . The twins and MJ loved playing . Eliza had taking a liking to Ned . They began to date a few weeks after he moved in. Things were going great. You and Peter were living together for a entire year before you knew it.

One night right after MJ’s third birthday , you were in your bedroom with her . She couldn’t sleep . Peter was supposed to go to May’s , so you just brought her in to your room.

Your were humming her a song quietly when the window opened .

“ Birdie , I know I was supposed to go to May’s . I twisted my ankle landing and I did want to worry her.” He said all this before completely entered the room in his suit pulling his mask off.

“Oh, wow. Pider Pete!”

You froze. Peter froze. Thinking quickly, “Baby , Peter is playing dress up like you do. You love your Spider-Man costume and your princess dress ! Remember.” You did not need you 3 year old blowing Peter’s cover. Hopefully this would solve that problem.

“ No, mommy. Pider my pete .my Dad Pider! Dad Pider!”

You froze again . Making eye contact with Peter not knowing what to say. Peter walked over and sat on the bed next to you and MJ.

“ Yes, love. Your Dad is Spider-Man. “

Tears were forming in your eyes and in Peter’s .

“ Wow! Pider Dad!!

“But, MJ you have to keep it a secret. No one can know. Ok? I know it’s a big job, but you can do it right?”

“ Uh-huh! Love you, my pe ..dad “

“I love you too my baby bird”

MJ rolled over and went to sleep .

You carried her into her room. When you came back you found Peter crying still.

“ Pete… I’m sorry I..”

“ I’m just so happy. Y/n , I never thought I could have this life. A family. I thought I was destined to be alone and then a little songbird flew into my life. I have the life I dreamed of. I’m grateful.”

You smiled. Then you had and idea.

“ What time is it ? “

“About midnight why…”

“ get dressed and give me a minute “

You called Eliza to come downstairs. You got Peter and went up to the roof.

“ why are we here?” Peter asked.

“ well, the build mangers finally decided to decorate the place . With all of these lights it reminds me of..”

“ the park… our first date. “ Peter smiled

You smiled as you held out your hand.

“ But, songbird there no music.” He teased

“ then I guess we will have make our own”

You begin to sing a familiar song

“And the songbirds are singing,

Like they know the score

And I love you, I love you, I love you

Like never before…”

You smiled as you leaned in to kiss Peter.

“ Birdie?” Peter cooed as he pulled away.

“Yeah?”

“ Marry me?”

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“ Do you think MJ is going to be mad?” Peter asked you.

“ she has been asking when she will be a big sister like Scout. I think she will be ok.” You laughed .

“ I mean what if this baby inherits my spider abilities . Maisie is going to be so mad at me. “ Peter had been nervous since you found out you were pregnant a few months after your wedding.

“ Peter, Maisie thinks her dad hung the moon. She is not going to be angry at you.” “ You know time she calls me dad , I still melt a little. Even though she has been calling me dad for months.”

“ Yeah, me too.” you smiled.

Peter pause for a moment. He had been thinking about bringing this idea up to you for a while now and now seemed like a perfect time. “ Hey, why don’t we make it official? “

“ what do you mean official? You are the only dad she has ever known. She never got to meet James. She saw photos, and I have told her who he is, but still ….You know She is the one who started calling you dad on her own. I do kinda miss “ my Peter “ though. “ you laughed.

“ I know . That’s kinda why I want to make it official and adopt her. Maisie Jane Parker has a good ring to it.”

You had thought about this many times, and you wanted to bring it up to Peter. When you found out about this baby , you knew you were gonna bring it up to him. It was just the matter of finding the right time. Maisie would be the only “non- Parker” in the family. You didn’t know how she would take it.

“ yeah , It really does. MJ Parker it’s almost like it was meant to be. Huh? “ you laughed thinking about the Muti-verse.

Peter smiled. “ I will go get her. We can ask her about it. Yeah?”

“ Sounds like a plan , love . Ooo! We can tell about her new job as big sister as well. Poor thing keeps asking me “ you sick mommy? I sorry!”” You giggled at thought. Peter kissed you as he passed to go grab MJ. You smile . You couldn’t be happier.

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Mommy?

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Synopsis: Peter realizes he has a bit of a mommy kink

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Peter blew his nose for the tenth time that day as you joined the lunch table. His allergies made it hard for him focus on the conversation, so much so that he barely noticed you had sat down. It wasn’t until you started fanning yourself that he even looked up.

“Damn. Why is it to hot today?” You asked as you unbuttoned your flannel shirt.

“That’s New York for you. Yesterday is was pouring rain, today it’s nothing but hot suhhhhh…..” Peter trailed off as his jaw dropped at the sight of you. You had removed your flannel and tied it around your waist, leaving you in a little black tank top. Until now, Peter hadn’t seen you in anything less than a T shirt. All the exposed skin he was seeing now left Peters face numb. Apparently, the conversation had continued without Peter as he stared directly at your boobs.

“Pete? You okay?” You asked when you noticed that he was silent.

“Peter?” Ned asked when Peter didn’t respond. “What’s wrong with him?”

“I think he’s in a coma.” You shrugged.

“I think he’s dead.” MJ said quietly.

“Peter? Are you in there?” You asked as you waved your hand in front of Peters face. Peter snapped out of his daze and reluctantly tore his eyes away from your boobs.

“Hi.” He said quietly as his face blushed with a faint pink.

“Hi.” You chuckled. “Welcome back. Long time no see.”

“Hi.” He said again. “Can you come sit by me, please?”

“Okay.” You gave Peter a strange look as he patted the seat beside him. You got up and sat next to him and he immediately pulled you into his lap. Peter wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed your exposed shoulder.

“This is a fun shirt. Is it new?” Peter asked as his eyes flicked back and forth between your face and your cleavage.

“No. It’s just a random tank top. I’m actually pretty sure it’s pajamas.” You said as you looked down at your shirt.

“It is? But I’ve seen all your pajamas.” Peter frowned in confusion. He thought that Facetiming every night before you went to sleep meant he had seen every pair of pajamas you owned.

“No you haven’t. We started dating in September. That means you’ve only seen my winter and fall pajamas. These are summer pajamas.”

“Oh. Well I like them.” Peter said before kissing your shoulder again. His eyes once again landed on your exposed cleavage and he zoned out. He didn’t know how long he had spaced out until Ned waved his hand in front of his face.

“Hello? Peter?” Ned asked.

“Hm? What’s that?” Peter asked as he looked around.

“What’s wrong with you today?” You laughed and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Nothing.” Peter said quickly. “I’m fine.”

“Right.” You eyed him skeptically. “Come here. Your nose is running.”

The rest of the table watched in disgust as you took a tissue out of your bag and wiped Peters nose.

“That right there sterilized me.” MJ said. “That was the worst thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Leave us alone. You’re just jealous that nobody’s wiping your nose for you.” You teased her. Peter fell silent again as his eyes stayed glued to your chest. He sniffled a little, catching your attention.

“Are you feeling okay?” You asked him.

“I’m fine. It’s just allergies.”

“Are you sure? I usually catch a cold right when the weather warms up.” You said as you pressed your hand against his forehead. Peter smiled a little at the way you checked his temperature, just like a mother would.

“It’s probably nothing. I always get allergies this time of year.” Peter shrugged.

“Okay. Let me know if it gets worse.” You said as you pulled his head towards you and kissed the top of it.

“I will.” Peter replied, an idea forming in his mind.

Later that day, you and Peter sat in room doing homework on his bed. Peter noticed the way you looked up every time he sniffled and decided to push his luck. He eyed you curiously before faking a cough.

“You okay, baby?” You asked and put your homework down.

“Yeah. I’m fine. It’s just allergies.” Peter replied. You crawled towards him and cupped his face in your hands, accidentally giving him a view down your shirt.

“Are you sure? You feel a little warm.” You said when you felt how hot Peters face was.

“I mean, my head does feel a little heavy.” Peter said coyly. “I might have a headache.”

“You do? Come here.” You said and sat back on his bed. Peter tried to hide his smile as he rested his head in your lap. You started to play with his hair, twisting each curl around your fingers.

“Does that feel better, baby?”

“Yeah. It does.” Peter sighed happily and shut his eyes.

“You need a haircut.” You chuckled as you massaged his scalp.

“I do?”

“Actually, I don’t know. I love your curls. They’re just growing over your ears.” You said and gently moved his head off your lap and onto the bed. Peter pouted at the loss of contact and watched as you grabbed a comb and spray bottle off his dresser.

“I wanna try something.” You said as you sat back down on the bed.

“What’s that for?” Peter wondered.

“You’ll see.” You smiled excitedly and pulled him back towards you. He sat between your legs and rested his back against your chest. You sprayed Peters hair with the water until it was damp and began to comb it. You combed it back over and over as Peter relaxed against your body.

“Does that feel good, baby?” You asked in a soft voice.

“Yeah.” Peter said, voice barely audible. He was in heaven from the way you were taking care of him.

“Good. I’ll always take care of you.” You said in his ear, sending goosebumps down his spine.

“I love you.” Peter sighed happily.

“I love you too.”

“I love you more.”

“I love you most.” You chuckled and kissed the top of his head.

That night, once you had gone home, Peter locked his door and pulled out his laptop. He looked around his room before typing something into Google.

“Do I have a mommy kink?” He mumbled to himself as he typed out the words. Peter gulped a little before adding, “Asking for a friend.”

Peter clicked enter and began to read through the results. He clicked on the most promising article and skimmed through it.

“Sexual or romantic attraction for women who care for you, protect you, and nurture you, and love you unconditionally.” Peter read out loud.

“This is so not me.” He scoffed. He phone buzzed with a text from you and he picked up his phone to read it.

“goodnight baby boy! I love you to pieces!” It read, making Peters heart erupt with butterflies.

“That is so me.” Peter sighed dreamily before texting you back.

The next day, Peter waited by Ned’s locker as his friend got his books for the day. He still had the previous nights discovery on his mind as he searched the hallway for you.

“Hey Ned?” Peter asked. “Would you say Y/n baby’s me?”

“I would say that, yeah.” Ned nodded. “Anyone who’s ever been within three feet of you would say that.”

“What?! You mean you can tell?”

“Everyone can tell. It’s not some secret that you’re whipped for her.”

“Well that’s a little embarrassing.” Peter mumbled.

“It’s fine, dude. Y/n loves to take care of people. If you’re her little bitch, so be it.”

“I am not her little bitch.” Peter scoffed just ask you came up to the two of them.

“Hey, Petey. Did you take the allergy meds I left you?” You asked after kissing him hello.

“I did.”

“With food?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Yep. Just like you said.” Peter said proudly.

“Good boy.” You cupped his cheek before going to class. Peter sighed dreamily and leaned against the lockers as he watched you walk away. He felt Ned staring at him and made awkward eye contact with his friend.

“I’m the littlest bitch there ever was.” Peter mumbled in shame.

“Yeah, dude.” Ned sighed. “You are.”

You came over after school again that day just as Peter was finishing a snack.

“Come here. You have something on your face.” You chuckled and cupped Peters face to wipe the crumbs off his cheek. Peter blushed as the action before wiping his runny nose on his sleeve.

“I knew it. You’re all stuffed up.”

“I’m okay. Really.” Peter insisted.

“Let me take care of you.“ You said as you pushed his hair off his forehead.

“Really?” Peter asked coyly.

“Of course, baby boy.” You replied. “Do you want to take a shower first? The steam might clear your sinuses.”

“Okay.” Peter agreed and got out of his chair. He started walking towards his bathroom when he turned around with a shy smile.

“What?” You wondered.

“Can you come too?” He asked.

“Okay.” You laughed and followed him to the bathroom. You turned the shower on while Peter got undressed. Once you were both in the hot shower, you squirt some shampoos in your hand and reached up to wash Peters hair. He shut his eyes and tilted his head back as you massaged his scalp with your fingernails.

“Tilt your head back.” You said as you gently pushed Peter under the running water.

“Whatever you want, princess.” He mumbled under his breath as he stepped under the hot water. In that moment, he would’ve done anything you asked of him. Peter let the water rinse out all the soap in his hair and felt the steam loosen his sinuses. He panicked a little, knowing he had played up the extent of his allergies. If he came out of the shower feeling perfectly fine, you’d have no reason to baby him. And he simply could not have that.

When you got out the shower, you combed Peters hair again, much to his delight. He was feeling perfectly fine now, but you didn’t need to know that. He looked around the room before sniffling loudly.

“Oh no. The shower didn’t work. You’re still all stuffy.” You sighed and cupped Peters face in your hand.

“Yeah. It’s so weird.” Peter said as his eyes darted to the side.

“I know what will make you feel better.” You smiled before disappearing into the bathroom. When you came back, you had a little jar of vapor rub in your hand.

“Lay on the bed.” You told him and he immediately complied. Peters cheeks blushed a rosy red as you climbed into his lap and straddled his waist. You unbuttoned most of the buttons of his pajama top and moved them aside to expose his chest. Peter gulped a little and rested his head on his pillow as you opened the jar. You rubbed the ointment on his chest as the aroma filled the room. When you finished, you closed the jar and set it on his dresser. You then leaned down to kiss Peter slowly. He leaned up to kiss you back, gently cupping your face with his hand. When you pulled away, you noticed the book he had on his dresser.

“What’s this?” You chuckled and picked it up.

“It’s something for English. We have to write a paper on it.” Peter explained as you flipped through the pages.

“How far have you gotten?” You asked when you noticed the book mark was still in the front page.

“Not very.” He admitted.

“Want me to read to you?” You asked as you looked at him through your lashes over the top of the book.

“Okay.” Peter smiled shyly. You flopped on his bed beside him and opened up to chapter one. Peter rested his head on your shoulder and looked up at you with admiration in his eyes. His eyes fluttered shut and he listened to the sound of your voice reading to him. By the time you got to the end of the first chapter, Peter was yawning every few seconds.

“Tired, baby?” You asked him.

“Yeah. I’m tired.” He said through another yawn.

“Then let’s go to bed. I’ll text my mom and tell her I’m staying over.” You said as you pulled out your phone. After texting your parents, your reached over and turned off the lamp. Peter rolled and rolled onto his side so you could spoon him the way he liked. You slipped your hand under his pajama top and scratched his back up and down.

“Night, Petey.” You cooed in his ear.

“Good night, mommy.” He sighed happily.

“What was that?”

“Nothing.”

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. Peter Parker x Fem!Reader .

(Warning: no way home spoilers: angst: fluff: mentions of teenage pregnancy: poorly written action scene I suck at writing action)

(Part II of III)

(Y/n) smiled, as she watched the snowfall outside. Benjamin giggled as he played in the snow, making a mound of snow to make a snowman. She couldn’t believe he’s already four years old.

Time flies by so fast when you're a parent. She couldn’t help but wonder who the father is and wonder where he was. He didn’t look anything like her at all, he has, brown curly hair, brown eyes, a goofy smile, and the way he looked was so familiar.

Taking a sip of her hot chocolate; she looked at the hanging Christmas lights across the street, the colors of green, red, and white. Brought her into the Christmas spirit. The Christmas cookies are freshly baked, cooling down inside the apartment ready for Santa to enjoy.

“Mama, look it’s Snowy-Man!” Benjamin exclaimed. She stood walking towards the snowman and giggled seeing the Spider-Man mask she made for her son to wear. That is now placed over the head of the snowman.

“It sure is.” She said, picking up her son and kissing him on the cheek. “Ahh! Mommy!” He giggled, as she blew raspberries on his cheek.

“Okay. Time for bed sweetie.” She said, and he pouted folding his arms across his chest.

“I don’t wanna go to bed!” He shouted, and she gave him a warning look.

“Benjamin. For Santa to come you need to sleep.” She said, and he looked down and pouted.

“Fine.” He groaned. She smiled kissing her son on the cheek once more, before leaving the snowman and walking back inside. Dusting their clothes and setting them up to dry. She walked towards the bathroom and began to run the bathwater.

Waiting a couple of minutes and placed her son inside. As she bathed her son, he looked down as he played with his Spider-Man bath toys. “What’s wrong Ben?” She asked, and he looked down sheepishly.

“Why don’t I have a daddy?” He asked, and she looked down sadly. “I-It’s complicated sweetie.” She said, and he didn’t like that answer.

“B-But everyone at kindergarten has one. B-Billy has two.” He said, and she sighed looking down at the water.

“I-I know you deserve a daddy. B-But.Benjamin looks at me.” She said, placing her hand on her son's cheek.

“I had you when I was young. About to go to college and didn’t have anyone to help me except your Uncle Ned and Aunt MJ. As well as Uncle Happy.” She said, looking down stroking her son's cheek.

“You have so many people, who love you and look out for you. And you have me.” She says and looks down.

“I know you want a dad. But.. it’s just complicated right now sweetie.” She said, and he just nodded.

She drained the bathwater from the tub and wrapped her son up in a towel. After brushing his teeth, and getting his PJs on. He was ready for bed and climbed into his Iron Man-themed bedsheets.

“Okay, it’s time for this little Avenger to go to sleep.” She said, kissing him on the forehead.

“I love you, mommy.” He said, and she smiled. Placing the stuffed bear beside him.

“I love you too.” She said as she left the room. And he closed his eyes and fell asleep. She sighed, walking towards the closet and grabbing the already wrapped presents, and placing them around the tree.

As she arranged the presents, there was a knock at the door. Walking towards the door she looked through the peephole, seeing now one there she opened the door.

And gasped once she looked down, seeing a package addressed to her. Looking left and right, hoping to see the anonymous gift giver. For the past four years, she’s guessing the same person. Has been leaving gifts for both her and her son.

They were usually; money a couple hundred dollars, toys, jewelry, or food. She’d always been grateful for these gifts, sometimes struggling to get by. Yet she yearned to meet the mysterious person.

Looking at the festive package. She opened it and gasped when she saw the most beautiful necklace. A beautiful red rose charm is in the center of the piece of jewelry. “My goodness, how’d they-” She cried. Staring at the necklace, tears brimming her eyes.

“This is exactly what I wanted.” She cried, smiling. Putting it on she looked at herself in the mirror, staring at herself in awe.

Sticking to the walls is Peter; peeking through the windows. Doing his yearly check-up on (Y/n) and his son Benjamin, as well as leaving gifts for them. Something he’s been doing for the past four years, and each year he watches his son get older and older.

Smarter and smarter. His son looked just like him; a complete carbon copy of Peter Parker. He smiled seeing that she loved the necklace, he wall crawled his way towards Benjamin’s window. Benjamin held the stuffed bear in his sleep. Peter smiled, softly. Seeing how much he’s grown.

“Merry Christmas. I love you guys.” He whispered. As he swings away. Benjamin shot up from his sleep, turning towards his window he shrugged then fell back asleep.

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"Mommy, wake up it's Christmas!" Benjamin shouted. Climbing onto his mother and jumping on the bed. She groaned turning to the side, covering her head with the pillow. "Mommy!" He whined, and she sighed rolling her eyes.

"Okay. Okay. I'm up." She said, shuffling out of bed and putting on her robe. Walking over towards the desk she grabbed the mug. Walking into the living room, Ben's eyes lit up seeing all the superhero-themed wrapping paper.

He ran towards the Christmas tree grabbing the biggest present he saw and opened it. (Y/n) sat down on the couch, while watching her son open his gifts. "Mommy look!" He exclaimed, showing off his handmade Spider-Man suit.

"I helped Mrs. Claus make that for you." She said, smiling and his eyes lit up. "Thank you, mommy!" He said, excitedly. Running over towards her and hugging her legs, she giggled and patted him on the head.

He walked back over to the tree and began opening more gifts. Seeing him happy made her day, and was so worth it. Taking up extra shifts at the diner that barely paid her minimum wage, and was a toxic work environment was worth it. If It meant seeing her son happy.

"Hey. Ben wanna go to the Christmas parade in New York?" She asked, and he nodded. "Yeah!" He exclaimed.

"Okay, let's clean up and get ready." She said, and he nodded helping his mother clean up the wrapping paper and putting his toys away. After that they got dressed and ready, to go to the train station and get on the train to New York.

Sitting down on the train; she looked towards her son who's playing with his Spider-Man action figure. "I heard Spider-Man might be there." She said, and he looked towards her in awe.

"Really?!" He said, and she nodded smiling. Pulling her son closer to her and ran her fingers through his hair.

(In New York)

Peter looked out his window. He couldn't believe how big his son's getting as well as how cute he looks. He was such a good kid that listened to his mother and is so smart. (Y/n) though was still beautiful as ever, but seeing her raise their child by herself to keep them safe from harm. Was the hardest thing he ever watched, seeing her struggle at nights when he would just cry and cry.

Dealing with rude neighbors complaining about Benjamin's constant outburst, and almost getting kicked out because of it. Going to the university on only two hours of sleep or none at all. Sometimes luckily the university had the staff to help expectant parents, and she utilized them when needed. Luckily she had help from so many people, Happy, MJ, Ned, and even Pepper. Who would visit her at times with Morgan.

He sighed, as she suited up for the parade and exited out his window. As the snow fell outside.

(Y/n) walked down the sidewalk holding Benjamin in her arms. "Mommy, it's so crowded." He said, and she groaned in frustration as people continued to bump into her, "Excuse me," She said, over and over moving through the crowd to get to the parade.

"We're almost there Ben." She said as she pushed through the crowd. Eventually reaching, the fence and got in the front so her son could see. She then lifted him up on her shoulders.

Benjamin's eyes widened with joy, "Mommy! Mommy!" He exclaimed, pointing. "It's, Elmo!" He said. She smiled watching as the characters walked down the street waving and dancing, to the Christmas music. Kids clapped and cheered, as well as the parents.

"Your the best mommy ever!" He said, wrapping his arms around his mother's head and she giggled. Patting him on the leg, "And you're the best son ever," She chuckled.

As Benjamin watched the parade he raised his left eyebrow, sensing something then gasped looking up. "Spider-Man!" He cheered, and she looked up seeing the familiar blue and red outfit.

She smiled hearing her son's excitement, "Mommy! Look it's Spider-Man!" He screamed, the webbed superhero landed in front of them on the street. Waving at the crowds of people as they cheered, children screamed seeing their hero.

Benjamin clapped his hands and mimicked Spider-Man's web-shooting, adding in the little sound effects. "Hello, lil' guy!" Spider-Man said, walking over towards them.

"Hi, Spider-Man," Benjamin said, he couldn't help but wiggle around on his mother's shoulders. She picked him up and brought him down, closer to Spider-Man.

"I-I'm a big fan," He said, holding onto the rail, and (Y/n) couldn't help but stare at the hero, something about him seemed familiar. "oh, you are?" Spider-Man said, and the four-year-old nodded.

"Mmm-hmm, my mommy made me my own Spider-Man suit for Christmas." He said, and Spider-Man nodded, "Wow, you have a great mom." Spider-Man said, and Benjamin nodded. "He sure does," She said, looking up at the hero and smiling.

"Well, it was nice seeing you two Merry Christmas!" He said as he swings away using his web. She knew that her son would never forget this day. For it was the day he met his hero, Spider-Man.

After the parade; (Y/n) and Benjamin were walking down the sidewalk for the train ride home when all of a sudden there were screams, and the sound of something mechanical flying through the sky. Before she could even turn around and see what's happening; she was scooped up and immediately in the sky.

Benjamin started to cry in fear, and she tried to soothe him. She looked up towards her kidnapper and noticed, it was the Vulture. "Ah, come on you again?!" She groaned, in annoyance remembering him from when she was in high school. And who was stopped by Spider-Man.

"Your boyfriend Spider-Man ruined my family," Vulture says, and she just looked at him confused, "So I'm going to ruin it," He said, and she just stared at him.

"I-I have no idea what you are talking about. I've never dated Spider-Man. I knew you were crazy but not this crazy." She said, looking at him. As she rubbed Benjamin's back and he cried.

"Don't play jokes with me, or I'll drop both you and your kid right now!" He said, and she gulped looking down at Benjamin who's whimpering and shaking.

"I'm telling the truth I don't know anything, I've never dated Spider-Man. He's only saved me like he saves others!" She exclaimed, but the Vulture doesn't listen to her pleas.

"Let them go, Toomes!" Spider-Man shouted. Already in hot pursuit chasing after the escaped criminal, who just kidnapped his son and former girlfriend.

"Please, I swear I have no idea what you're talking about!" She cried, looking at him. "You were with Spider-Man when I made that building collapse on you, everywhere he went you were there." He said, and she looked down. Suddenly some of the memories started to flood back.

Blood covered (Y/n)'s face as she lay unconscious underneath the rubble. Peter used his strength to push the rubble off them and quickly went towards his unconscious girlfriend. He stared at her bruised and beat-up face, "S-Spider-Man," No that didn't sound right. She replayed it over and over. "Peter." She mouthed and gasped in shock.

Her heart sank to her feet, as she remembered everything that happened in Europe. Remembering the guy she met on the sidewalk that day, "Peter." She mouthed, tears brimming her eyes as she stared down at her son who looked up at her, with scared eyes. Those are the same eyes of the guy she met years ago, as well as the same features of the guy. "Spider-Man!" Benjamin cried, sobbing into his mother's chest

"Will you shut that kid up!" Vulture shouted, and she glared at him and just rubbed her son's back. Her gaze shifted towards Spider-Man who was frantically swinging using his web, to catch up.

"Just let us go, please! I don't know anything about Spider-Man!" She shouted, and the Vulture just glared at her, and then shrugged his shoulders and dropped them. She gasped in shock, as they fell through the sky

"No!" Spider-Man shouted, diving down to catch them. (Y/n) cried as she held onto Benjamin, tears brimming her eyes as she held her crying child. "Oh! Benjamin. I'm so so sorry," She cried, holding him close to her chest. She closed her eyes, getting closer and closer to the ground.

'Thwip!

She opened her eyes, gasping in shock seeing that they've been stopped by the web. She looked up wondering if it was Spider-Man but it wasn't. Benjamin looked up at his mother and grinned ear to ear. "B-Benjamin, Y-you." She said, in shock realizing the web came from him. He slowly lowered them onto solid ground.

"Are you okay mama?" He asked, and she just stared at her son in awe. And kissed him on his cheek over and over, holding him close to her chest. "My baby boy, I'm so proud of you." She says, as she places her hand on his cheek.

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widowbitessting · 5 months

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The One with the Scary Game

Word Count: 546

Rating: General with fluffy scenes. SFW!

Summary: MJ encourages you to play FNaF. What could possibly go wrong?

Dom!Natasha Romanoff, Dom!Wanda Maximoff, Dom!Carol Danvers x Sub!Reader

(I swear I got an ask for this, but can I find it? No. I remember it being along the lines of Natasha hearing Baby shouting: "Mommy!" and coming rushing to her aid. It's not the best thing I've written but I hope you all enjoy nonetheless)

xoxo

You really should stop listening to MJ.

It’s becoming a serious problem.

Especially for your heart.

Even if you do want to murder her.

“It’s not that scary,” You mimic MJ’s voice, pulling a face. “You’ll be fine, they’re only cuddly animatronics. What’s the worst that could happen?”

You’re standing on the sofa, nervously bouncing as you re-check the cameras, begging Chica and Bonnie to stay away.

“C’mon 6am. C’mon 6am…”

Someone slams the fridge door and it startles you.

“Can you not!” You glance quickly back at Carol who’s smirking.

“Sorry, little one. Didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Sure you didn’t.”

You get laugh as a response as Carol leaves you to your game.

“C’mon 6am…c’mon…”

Your hands are so clammy it’s no joke.

“5am! How is it still 5am?”

You check the cameras again, letting out a whimper when you spot Freddie on the move too.

“NO! C’mon now!”

You exhale shakily.

“Mommy…mommy…mommy…” It comes out in a quiet chant. “Mooommmyyyy.”

You frantically check the doors, letting out an incoherent string of words when you stop Bonnie in time.

“I can do this…I can do this…”

You really think you are.

Convinced you’re about the beat the third night, when you hear a laugh.

Your body freezes up and you’re about to ask yourself what that was, when Freddie pops out of nowhere, scaring the soul right out of your body.

You scream at the top of your lungs.

Shouting: “MOMMY!” as your controller is launched into the air; toppling off the sofa in a tangle of limbs.

You lie there.

Mortified.

Envisioning the different ways you can murder MJ for telling you to play this game.

The main light is switched on as Natasha comes sprinting into the room, blinding you momentarily.

“Who died?!”

A sad noise leaves you.

And you point to the screen that says GAME OVER.

“I did...”

“Oh detka…” Natasha walks over to where you’re lying on the floor and offers her hand down to you. “I warned you not to play it in the dark.”

“Yeah, I know.” You allow her to help you up and quickly wrap your arms around her.

“Do I want to know why you shouted my title at the top of your lungs?” She asks, looking at you. “Got a secret kink you need to share with us?”

You bark out a laugh and playfully shove the red head away.

“Nerd. I do not have a - no - I just, shut up.”

Natasha just laughs at you and pulls you in for another cuddle.

“My brave girl, hmm?”

It takes you a second to reply.

“...yes.”

“How ‘bout we leave the scary game for today? Wanna have a bubble bath with mommy?”

Your eyes light up.

“With candles?”

“Anything my sweet baby wants. Wanna race?”

“You’re on!”

Natasha smiles lovingly, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“Wanna do the count down or shall I do it?”

“You can this time.” You reply.

“Ready?” You nod in reply. “3…2...1…Go!”

Natasha darts off as you attempt to leap over the sofa.

Your giggles fill the quiet apartment as you dart up the stairs, just behind Natasha.

“Get back here, Romanoff!”

“Gotta be quicker than that, baby girl! I’m gonna win!”

You let her win.

Totally.

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iliumheightnights · 4 years

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The children are our future? | Peter Parker x Male Reader

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Peter Parker x Male!Stark Reader

Summary: (M/N) goes to surprise Peter and pick him up from school. While there a student tries to befriend him and (M/N) may or may not have lost his temper after realizing who it was.

A/N: I’ve been reading loads of fics about Peter and the field trip trope and like...maybe that’s coming… ;)

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Peter tapped his pencil against the desktop repeatedly. It was obvious the school day was dragging on and he was ready to get out of there. He always wanted to get out of school early but even more so since he was supposed to be working with Tony in the lab today. Of course that would happen AFTER he saw his boyfriend, he always came first.

Peter was brought out of his boredom when he felt his spidey senses going off and no soon after something hit his head. It didn’t hurt and when he looked it was just a crumpled up piece of paper. He shouldn’t pick up that paper, everything in his body said to just ignore it. So he did, he ignored it. Then after a little bit another one hit him. Then another. Then another. He could tell it was Flash trying to mess with him and as much as he hated saying it, it was working. With one last paper ball Peter had enough.”WHAT!?” He glared at the boy who was only smirking at him. “MR.PARKER! What is going on?!” Peter felt his stomach drop. Oh he was in trouble. “I...I was-” “See me after class!” The whole class snickered and Flash smirked at him. Peter hated it here.

Peter stayed after class to get a talking to by the teacher. He was angry to say the least, Flash never got in trouble or anything. It should be him here not Peter. The teacher was going on about respect and not causing trouble, Peter really wasn’t listening if he was being honest. After the rant Peter left the class to be greeted by Ned. “Hey, figured I’d wait for you. How’d it go in there?” Peter shrugged his shoulders. “Nothing important. Just another person who won’t deal with Flash.” Ned nudged him. “At least you didn’t get like, detention or anything. We can deal with Flash another day.” Peter and Ned exited the front door of the school and heard whispers and talk. “Is that (M/N) Stark?” “What’s HE doing here?” Peter looked up and gulped. There he was, his boyfriend...looking absolutely annoyed with a starstruck Flash talking to him. “Or he’s gonna deal with him.”

…

(M/N) Stark leaned against the passenger side of the car. He was there on a mission, Peter had been acting strange for the past week and it was worrying him. He was so worried he got in contact with Ned, who after several minutes of questions, told him about Peter’s bully Flash. (M/N) would have dealt with it sooner had he any name other than a Fake name to go off of. He could have asked Ned but (M/N) had a better idea.

Before Happy could even reach his car, the poor man was intercepted by (M/N). “Sup Happy. You out to get Peter? Well belay that order, I’m picking him up today. Go out and get yourself some lunch you deserve it.” Happy didn’t know what was happening but he watched as (M/N) got into one of Tony’s sports cars and drove out of the parking garage. That’s how he found himself outside of Midtown High.

(M/N) was scrolling on his phone waiting for his boyfriend to arrive. The school bell rang and students started walking out. He could hear people talking about him and it made him smirk. “Holy shit! You’re (M/N) Stark!” (M/N) looked up to see a boy who looked like he was about to faint. “That’s me.” He didn’t say anything else as he returned to his phone. “What are you doing here? Never mind. You have a really cool car! I got a sick ride too! I can show it to ya if you want! Oh! Can I get a photo?” (M/N) let out a sigh. He didn’t want to be rude, but frankly this kid was getting on his nerves. “What’s your name kid?” “Eugene, Eugene Thompson. But you can call me-” He stopped as Peter and Ned came walking up. (M/N) smiled at his boyfriend who was smiling back at him. “Hey.” Peter said but was interrupted by Flash. “Hey Penis! Can’t you see the two of us are talking? Trying to make it seem like that Stark internship is a real thing?” Peter glanced to his boyfriend who was still smiling, but his eyes held the intent to murder. “I bet (M/N) here would just LOVE to hear about it. A loser like you wouldn’t even be able to go through the front doors!” Peter smirked at Flash.

(M/N) started typing into his phone, still smiling. “You know what EUGENE. I would LOVE to hear about it. Why can’t Peter here walk through the front doors when he is one of the best interns my father has ever had?” Flash looked shocked while Peter was smirking, Ned looking somewhat lost and happy. (M/N) was still typing on his phone. “Also I should point out that the very boy you are insulting and calling penis is actually my boyfriend and if you know anything about me...I don’t take kindly to people who hurt the people that I love. And....done.” (M/N) looked back up from his phone to Flash. “You have now been blacklisted from every ivy league college on the eastern seaboard. You’re welcome. You’ll be lucky if even a community college accepts you here.”(M/N) held up his phone and took a photo of Flash’s red face. “What!? Y-You can’t do that!” (M/N) smirked. “I can. You know why? I’m (M/N) fucking Stark and you fucked with my boyfriend. You’re lucky that being blacklisted was all I did.” He stepped closer to the boy and tightly gripped his shoulder. “Because if I wasn’t so good about controlling my anger.” He let some of his powers slip through to let his eyes light up. “You wouldn’t live to see graduation. Now get out of here and don’t let me hear about you messing with Peter, his friends, or anyone else again.” Flash looked like he was on the verge of tears but nodded and ran away. Before he could get too far (M/N) stopped him. “Oh and Eugene! This isn’t over, I’ll be watching.”

With everything that went down it was no surprise that most of the students were staring at them. Some shocked still from the Stark boy being at their school, others for what he just did to Flash. They weren’t sure what he could really do to them so no one dared say anything or take videos. Turning to a blushing Peter, (M/N) smiled brightly at him. “Hey babe.” Peter smiled and looked embarrassingly at his feet. “Did you really have to do that?” (M/N) smirked at his boyfriend and held onto his shoulders. “Of course I did. He was a dick to you and annoying me. He made his bed now he gets to lay in it.” Peter was about to say something else but his boyfriend cut him off by pressing his lips to Peter’s. The sound of gasps and whispers could be heard, but neither of them cared. Pulling apart (M/N) opened the passenger door. “Shall we go? I’m sure dad’s already working in the lab.” He turned to Ned who was looking shocked beyond belief but also smiling broadly. “Thanks again for your help Ned. Much appreciated.” Ned nodded. “Anytime. See ya later Peter. Bye (M/N)!”

Peter said his goodbye before sitting in the car. (M/N) got into the driver's seat and pulled away from the school. “Man...I really hate public school. You sure you don’t want dad to just...pull some strings and get you into M.I.T or something?” Peter chuckled at that and looked at him. “Yeah I’m sure, I’d miss Ned and MJ too much. Besides I have a feeling it’ll be alright now that you’ve dealt with Flash. Don’t think anyone else would want to get on your bad side.” (M/N) shook his head with a smile. “Good. They better not, otherwise I’ll come after them. I wonder if that twerps gonna go run to mommy and daddy. If he does...I’ll end them too.” Peter’s soft smile turned into a glare. “Don’t do anything that you’ll regret or that will be too...bad.” (M/N) huffed a laugh. “TOO BAD!? What are you five? Don’t worry it’s not like I’ll ruin their lives...just make it a little more difficult.” Peter put his face in his hands but smirked. “Sometimes I worry about you.”

“You love me.”

“Maybe TOO much.”

…

The rest of the drive had been pretty uneventful. Just small talk about what each other's day had been like. Peter had made sure to leave out the part about Flash getting him in trouble, if he told his boyfriend that he’d ruin his life even more than he already had. When they had arrived at the tower Peter wanted to do nothing more than to lay down with his boyfriend but Tony wanted his help in the lab.

“So I heard my son single handedly ruined a kid's life today.” Peter blushed at Tony’s words and focused on the project in front of him. “Ugh..k-kind of. I can try talking to him to undo it.” He heard Tony scoff. “Don’t you dare. That kid deserves it and plus...you honestly think we’d be able to get (M/N) to undo it?” Peter laughed along with Tony, at least he didn’t seem mad about it. “The question is kid...why didn’t you tell us? We would have done something a lot sooner and maybe less...intense.” Peter didn’t know what to say. He had wanted to tell them about everything but also didn’t want to at the same time. “Well, I DID want to tell you. I just...didn’t want to bother either of you. I just thought it was something I’d be able to deal with on my own. Figured it wasn’t that important.” Peter shrugged but felt Tony’s hand on his shoulder and he was soon facing his mentor/future father inlaw. “Peter. We both love you. Anything that deals with you is important to us. We want to make sure that you’re okay and living your best life. Asshats like that try and get off on pushing people around thinking they can get away with it. Now he won’t do it to you or anyone else again. Please, if something like this happens again tell us. We’re here for you.” Peter let out a sigh and felt tears building up in his eyes. “Thanks Mr.Stark.” Tony pulled him into a hug. “Anytime underoos. Now...Put away your tools and stuff. I’m sure my kid’s anxiously waiting for you upstairs.” Peter pulled back from the hug and began putting everything away. Tony going back to his own project. Peter was heading out of the lab when Tony called out again. “Also if you two get heated just make sure to wear protection!” Peter blushed. “Mr-Mr.Stark!” Tony waved him off. “Kidding! Kidding! Now go on!”

Peter walked to the common room where (M/N) was laying on the couch watching tv, when he saw Peter he smiled. “Hey. You’re done early.” Peter walked over and sat beside him. “Yeah. Your dad let me out.” Peter leaned his head on his boyfriends shoulder as the others arm pulled him closer. “Doesn’t sound like my dad. Maybe he’s an imposter.” Peter rolled his eyes and sighed. “Did you really black list him from every college?” (M/N) scoffed. “Peter I’m not that cruel. I believe people can have redemption. But I DID block him from the good ones on the eastern side of the us. He can still go to community colleges or to good schools on the other side of the country. It’s not like he’s out of options.” Seeing his boyfriend's face he sighed. “Ugh. If you feel that’s too harsh I’ll undo it. But I think it’s the push he needed to understand.” Peter smiled at him. “I love you.” (M/N)’s breath hitched. “What? I mean I love you too but...how did that come about?” Peter blushed and kissed his cheek. “Because even though he was incredibly rude to me you still were willing to undo it for me. Which I don’t want you to. He’s rich, or at least well off, I’m sure he’ll be able to go across the country. And you’re right, he needs to learn...plus maybe I’m a little salty about the years of bullying he’s done.”

(M/N) leaned in, smiling at Peter. He cupped his face in his hands. “Honey. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you. I gotta say you’ve pretty much ruined me.” The two boys laughed at each other. “I’ve been told I’ve had that effect on people.” Peter leaned in and brushed his lips against (M/N)’s, who leaned deeper into the kiss. After a while the two separated and laid down together. “So...what are we going to watch?” “Have you seen clone wars?”

“Duh.”

An hour later Tony would walk in to find the two boys passed out on top of each other. Quietly he pulled out his phone and took a photo. “Nerds. But they’re my nerds.”

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