Pepper: Weren’t You Kids Playing Monopoly With Tony?

Teenage Kimiko identifying with they/them pronouns? 😊

Yessssssss

I hadn't even thought of Kimiko being nonbinary but it fits so well!!

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Sighing, Kimiko frowned and passed a hand through their now much shorter hair. Instead of the long, straight hair they had since childhood, they now had short, shaggy hair

Maybe not the best hairstyle, but Kimiko hadn't been going for that. Just anything to help them feel more comfortable in their skin

With their long hair gone, they didn't look like a girl as much as they had. Now, they could definitely see more of their father's features in their face

But the issue was, Kimiko hadn't asked their dad or Roman to take them to get their hair cut

Instead, they had asked a friend to go with them as it was almost all cut off

Nervously, Kimiko looked at themself in a small, portable mirror. Their dads shouldn't get too upset with them

Or at least, that's what they were hoping

Putting the mirror away, Kimiko finally entered their apartment building and took the elevator up to Roman's penthouse

Opening the door, Kimiko was greeted by the sound of the TV going. Fidgeting, Kimiko took a breath and closed the door

"Hey, da!" They called out. "I'm home!"

"Welcome back!" He called back. "Wanna watch with me?"

"Sure."

Straightening their back, Kimiko walked into the living room and smiled at how their dad was lounging on the couch

His small goatee had spots of grey in it, along with his roots in his much longer hair. He looked away from the TV and flashed Kimiko a smile

"Our team is winning so far."

Smiling back shyly, Kimiko walked up

"Good to hear it. They've been doing good this season."

With only a small amount of hesitation, Kimiko sat down and cuddled into their dad. Who brought a hand up to stroke their hair

"Any shorter and I would think you signed up for the army." He chuckled

Biting their lip, Kimiko glanced up at him

"Do you not like it?"

"It suits you." He smiled and then looked thoughtful. "But it'll be hard to braid. I remember that being annoying for me when I cut my hair short."

"Really?" Kimiko looked at him closely

"Mmhm. I always loved having my hair braided by Uncle Deck as a kid. But it was nice getting it cut, too. Made me feel more comfortable with who I was."

Kimiko blinked at him in surprise, but felt a smile nearly split their face in half

They shouldn't have even bothered being worried about their dad being upset

He was just like them after all

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I hope you enjoyed friend!

Luke: You know what strength is? Forgiving a person who hasn’t even said sorry.

Deckard: Not to be dramatic, but I’d literally rather die.

One last prompt! How about Dad Shaw being the narcissistic, manipulative, abusive bastard he is, trying to pit the siblings against each other? But unbeknownst to him, he actually brings them closer together. Thanks Omni! You’re amazing! 😘

Aww! Thank you friend! And omg! You just have to give me some angst don't you 😭 Dad Shaw is always the perfect villain to the Sibs

Warning: depiction of child abuse, slapping, bruising, small amounts of blood, forcing children to fight each other

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"Again!"

Deckard tried to hide his flinch as their father's voice echoed harshly off the stone walls. He was forced to sit in his knees while he watched his siblings spar in front of him

The basement of their home was freezing, the few bare light bulbs barely lighting the space up. Instead, they casted horrible shadows on his younger siblings and showed off just how exhausted they were

There were no clocks or windows down there, so Deckard had no idea how long they had been going at it. Their father had barked at all of them to head downstairs for training after breakfast. They hadn't taken a break since

Deckard tried to ask, and then begged, their father to allow him to go fetch some water for his siblings, but received a stinging slap instead.

Now, he was forced to sit on the cold floor and watch as his siblings fought one another

They were covered in bruises and a few cuts from where they had landed on the stone floor. There was no padding on the floor to soften their falls and Deckard's heart clenched each time he saw them fall

One of Owen's eyes was swollen from Hattie had kicked him, but it didn't stop him from fighting. Especially not when Hattie had tried to comfort him when she had kicked him. Their father had instead screamed at her and dragged her back by her hair

Owen hadn't hesitated to stand up and tell him to let her go so they could continue sparring

But now, they were both panting and Deckard could tell Hattie was favoring her left side. He suspected that she had twisted her ankle after a particularly bad fall

But, the only thing Deckard could do was sit there, his fingers digging into his thighs and leaving creasant marks in his skin. He wanted so badly to stop this training and let his siblings rest

Never again did he want to see them beating each other until exhaustion

He watched as this next fight continued and Owen was able to sweep a leg out from Hattie, no doubt using her injury to his advantage

Their father always knew when one of them was going easy on the others. It often resulted in their father bringing out his belt

Hattie landed with a cut off sob, tears running down her cheeks as she looks over her hands. Deckard can see that their skinned and blood coats her palms. He has to stiffle the urge to rush her upstairs and clean out the wounds

"Pathetic!" Their father snaps. "How are you supposed to be my child? Can't even defend yourself!"

"Father, I-" She desperately pleads

"No! I knew the second you were brought home you weren't my child! Your mother is a lying whore! No child of mine would be this weak."

Deckard bites down on a growl. Hattie is his sister and their father's daughter. Their father had gotten several blood tests done showing it, but he never accepted the truth

Several more tears trail down Hattie's face as she sobs harder. Her breath is coming too fast and she looks over at Deckard for help

"Father, if she rests, she'll be in better condition tomorrow to train." Deckard says, but keeps his head bowed so not to meet the man's eyes

"If she's no good today, she won't be any better tomorrow!" His snaps

"She was good when we started." Owen hissed and clenched his fists tightly. His own knuckles were bruised horribly

"Did I ask you, boy?!"

Deckard nearly leapt to his feet as their father advanced on Owen and slapped him, causing him to sprawl on the floor

"All three of you are pathetic!" He spat. "Never obey any order I give you! For that, you can all rot down here!"

Not daring to move a muscle, Deckard watches as their father storms out of the basement and up the stairs. He can hear the door slam and lock behind him

In a blink of an eye, Deckard's by Owen's side and inspecting the damage done to his face. He can see Owen's refusing to let out any sort of noise of pain, biting his lip harshly. Next to them, Hattie is still sobbing as she crawls over to them

Without even thinking, Deckard is pulling Hattie into his lap and Owen into his side. They both clutch at him, Hattie whimpering and Owen soaking his shoulder

Deckard wants to reassure them and give them words of comfort, but he knows there's nothing to say

Their father will never love them again, and will continue to treat them this way. And Deckard knows that there's no way to stop him. All he can do is hold his siblings tighter against him

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I hope you enjoyed friend!

i just realized… 

why cant we get another “film by peter parker” in quarantine. 

SPIDER-MAN: STAYING HOME 

thank you. goodbye

Hobbs and Shaw: The Tigress

This was a request by @ihavesthings

Summary: When Sam wakes up in an unknown place, surrounded by unknown people, she expects either her Dad or Deckard to rescue her. But it’s someone else who comes to her rescue.

Warnings: kidnapping of a child, child in danger

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How dare this fandom not have a fanfiction written about this very specific and complex idea that only I have thought of and never asked anyone to write about.

Two-bit: Flirting is my heritage.

Johnny: What does that mean?

Steve: His father was a slut too.

Hello Omni! Ik Friday was yesterday, so you can answer whenever. What do you think Owen did to get dishonourbly discharged? And did he do it on purpose?

I was actually thinking about this lately, and I am in firm belief that Owen absolutely, 100% did it on purpose

I like to think that Owen only left the military when Deckard was framed and on the run

Owen was seeing red

MI6 came around and interrogated Owen, trying to find Deckard, but he didn't know anything. Seeing these people hunting his brother down like a dog had Owen wanted to burn the world down

And that's what he did

He only did enough planning to get enough bombs and know where to place them

Owen stormed into MI6 and set the place ablaze

You do not mess with a Shaw, not unless you want to get burned

Owen went full John Wick on MI6. They lost a lot of good agents

Of course, this meant that the military had to discharge Owen cause he's now an international criminal

And from there, Owen didn't look back. He continued to terrorize MI6 for years while pulling heists

Thanks for the question friend!

De aged Fic Part 5

Part 4

Hattie scowled down at her phone when it rang loudly, interrupting the silence she had cultivated inside her apartment. It had been a difficult last few days, consisting of her having to eliminate several targets

She had finally arrived home, ate a simple meal and fell into bed intending to sleep for at least ten hours. But then her damn phone rang

Not recognizing the number, she had been tempted to not answer, but she knew he bosses would use burner phones

Answering, she growled

"Shaw."

"H-Hatts?"

Hattie blinked in surprise as a child's voice called out her name. Sitting up, she frowned and a cold shiver went down her spine

"Who is this?" She tried to soften her voice, but knew she still had a harsh note

"Hatts, it's me. Owen."

Hattie went numb

What?!

There was absolutely no way Owen had called her using a wobbly child's voice, on the brink of tears. There was no way he was that crazy

Right?

Took caught up trying to think how ridiculous her brother could be, Hattie didn't respond soon enough and prompting the child to go off on a tangent

"I don't know what's happening, Hatts. I woke up all wet and cold, and these people took me to a scary place. But this nice lady, Letty, gave me her jacket and then took me out for dinner. But then I saw all these weird looking things. I think they're phones? So I stole one and tried calling Deck, but he didn't answer, do you think he doesn't like me anymore? And I tried to call you-"

Finally, the little boy took a deep breath. But before he could keep going, Hattie spoke up

"Owen, where are you right now?"

"At home."

Hattie sighed. At least that made things easier

"Owen, listen to me. I want you to stay there and I'll come and get you. Do not open the door for anyone."

"Okay."

She didn't want to hang up, just in case he did something stupid. No matter what age he was, she knew he was capable of anything

It only took her twenty minutes to arrive at their old home. None of them had lived in it for years, but she knew their mother kept it cleaned for her own personal use and business

When she arrived, she used her own key to open the door and called out

"Owen? It's Hattie!"

She listened closely until soft footsteps came to meet her

Hattie felt as if she was slapped when she spotted him

The little boy barely even came up to her hip he was so small. His hair was shaggy and long, while his clothes looked far too stylish for his age. He looked up at her with wide, curious eyes

"Why are you so big?" He whispered in awe

"Because I'm an adult." Hattie said dumbly

"But I'm older than you!" Owen pouted and crossed his arms

Hattie blinked at him and felt a smile tug at her lips

"And you'll grow up to be taller than me. But right now, you're a small fry."

He narrowed his eyes at her, his pout still strong. Hattie met his gaze evenly, but inside, she was freaking out

What the hell was she going to do with a miniature version of her older brother?!

I just had a thought.

imagine being the Batgirl to Jason's Robin, and the two of you had grown up together, surviving in Crime Alley.

then, when Jason followed Batman to Switzerland, you followed, being partners in every sense of the word. wherever he went, you went, and vice versa.

imagine being in that warehouse - you bleeding out from a knife wound, your consciousness dimming, and Jason brutally injured by a crowbar, his breathing labored.

imagine his desperate words telling you to stay awake, to not leave him.

imagine his body trying to curl around yours as best he could, trying (and failing) to cover you from the impending explosion.

imagine you dying, 10 seconds before the bomb went off. 10 seconds that Jason spent alone in that warehouse before his own life ended. alone with your lifeless body.

I wonder what happens after you're both resurrected by the pit.