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kiss-me-muchoo · 2 years ago

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𝐇𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐞, 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲 || 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐎’𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

part one || part two: with a broken heart

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲_ When Miguel fell so hard for an anomaly that ended up being another one of his canon events; a soulmate.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬_ fluff, angst?, reader is a hot Hispanic sunshine, plot twist at the end, age gap? (How old is Miguel?, like 28, early 30's?, reader is like 20 not specified) I'm 19, so in my head reader is 20, fuck it <3.

𝐀𝐍_ hellooo, this is my Ist fic for this fandom, I've been trying to hide this crush for weeks, I can't anymore.

♪ ♫ 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙒𝙊𝙍𝙎𝙏 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙈𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙚𝙡 𝙈𝙤𝙟𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙖.

<3,𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙭 (+fics)

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[ 2 months before the events of SPIDERMAN: ATSV]...

Nothing is perfect; nothing can be that special. But somehow, you ended up being that, or at least almost.

Because this is how everything starts; you were stressing out for college sophomore year finals when in the middle of your room, a portal opened and absorbed you.

Sounds incredibly ridiculous and cringe... Right?. Well, it's about to get worse.

The portal only left you there, hanging between random universes. There you are seeing how your shoes fly away and your hair is tangling like crazy, and out of nowhere, a spider that seemed like it was made of silver bit you. And seconds later, you were back at home stressing over the finals.

Yeah, you didn't think it would be a problem, only that it increased your phobia of spiders. Later, you accepted that Los Angeles would have an arachnid vigilante.

Yeah, Los Angeles. No shit, you wouldn't fly to save New York in your universe just to fit the stereotype. Besides, they already had one. One who died and then the most significant and original anomaly, Miles Morales.

That's for later, by the way.

You had your suspicions of the existence of the multiverse but no curiosity. You only cared about your sacred home and, to be more specific, your friends and family.

So it goes; you were a spider-woman with sassy webs and fantastic hair, saving people from the crime on Skid Row, abusive elites in Downtown, corruption in Glendale, etc etc.

Your family didn't knew about it, nor friends. Social media gave you a cool but weird surname; Aragmatica.

So you had everything; no pressure from being the spider-woman Aragmatica, wonderful friends, and family. A transcription remote job and a firm college pathway to be a writer and teacher. Though, you would be lying if you said you didn't want to meet the Spiderman from New York. Your abilities were barely used, so the news about your existence were remotely passed by. That's why you were completely fine with it, you had everything.

Except for one thing; love.

You didn't have anyone to hold, anyone who made you laugh. Someone who made you feel the scarlet blush and raced heartbeats. Thus, Why would you care for that? You were so young and you didn't need that commitment yet.

Finally, your official transcript from that year was carefully sealed in an envelope. Summer break was yours, starting with a good ballet class.

Your spider senses weren't fully developed because you never saw 4 pair of eyes watching you.

The class was fun, though. All the music was from the most famous plays, and having the opportunity to wear a tutu was always accepted.

You didn't care coming out of the building wearing it after the friendly teacher gifted you the fluffy piece of clothing.

You also didn't care to sing slightly aloud as you walked towards your car.

And that's when 4 individuals interfered with your way; Peter B. Parker, Hobie Brown, and Gwen Stacy.

"Uh... nice cosplays. But the Comic-Con is more to the south. In San Diego..." They looked at each other. Only the older guy stepped further, laughing.

"Oh, you're funny. There's also one in my universe, but it's celebrated in Coney Island and-" only that Gwen pinched him. The older man frowned.

"She's leaving, Peter," Gwen said.

"Hey! Wait!" Peter stopped you from closing your car door, and you looked more confused than ever.

"Dude, back off. There must be kids near us. You don't want to do this..." Hobie giggled. He had remained leaning against a mailbox during the whole interaction.

"What? No-, I-. We need to talk to you... we're also spider people" Rolling your eyes, you just rested your head on the steering wheel.

"Yeah, your suits are too good to be a cosplay. I like your pointe shoes though" Gwen blushed but said thank you for your flattery.

"I'm Peter B. Parker. The guy with the cool outfit that's Hobie Brown. And the girl with the pointe shoes you liked is Gwen Stacy" They looked lovely. Hobie and Gwen, probably your age, but you were running late for dinner. You had to drop the transcript for validation in early registration for admissions to transfer.

You didn't have time for this "Have you heard of the Avengers initiative?" Type of moment.

The best you could do was politely turn them down. But they were already inside your car.

"Hey!. Okay, if this is some spider intervention, I don't have time to travel between universes and that stuff" Hobie started playing your radio. Again, you rolled your eyes.

"This is good music, girl. Nice.." he said, making you smile a little. He seemed nicer.

"Thanks, but." Then Gwen interrupted you.

"You could be dangerous or cause a massive disaster for canon. You are a rare case between spiders" For the first time, you were quiet. Maybe that omen was this, that not everything could be perfect.

"You felt it...." Peter said because your silence was loud enough to tell him.

"You knew about us then?"

"The multiverse and variations are not a thrill in this universe, but I wasn't expecting this on a random Friday afternoon. Besides that, Why don’t you go and ask the famous Spiderman from this earth? " you explained and questioned. They all exchanged looks, which makes you grow curious, but you ignore it of course.

"That Spiderman is not our problem right now. Our boss wants to meet you. We need to know what type of anomaly you are" They all heard you sighing. You had too many questions but also tired, so you wouldn't be annoyingly asking them millions of questions.

"Okay." Peter shrugged in disbelief.

"That's it?. No questions?" Gwen passed you a blue band, probably to travel between universes.

"Not energetic nor annoying. Miguel will like her," Hobie stated, comfortable in the passenger seat.

"Just don't smile too much, avoid questions, and you'll be fine" Humming in agreement, you waited.

A portal of bright colors and blinding flashes appeared seconds later from your car's windshield. It was different from what you expected. In the movies looked easier.

"Okay, here we go..." Peter announced. And with fast blood pressure, you followed them.

It was a prolonged free fall and the twists in your stomach were getting painfully evident. What seemed to last a minutes was actually a second, and you had no time to land properly.

The first thing you felt was the urge to complain on the ground. Laying on your stomach, with your hair in a now disheveled bun.

Everyone turned to look at you, finally noticing you were wearing a tutu and leotard in grey and black colors.

"Lost your hoodie?" Gwen asked, being the first to start giggling, followed by the others.

"Could any of you have alerted me to prepare for this type of landing?" You asked no one in particular. Then you analyzed Gwen's question.

"MY hoodie!. Damnit, it was new!" And that's how you lost 75 dollars. But soon, you stopped thinking about the new tour merch you lost.

It was a bright earth, futuristic and agitated. And as soon as you entered the giant building, you noticed it was full of spider people.

From any size to any color, but... no one was similar to you. Well, you didn't have a suit yet, but... you couldn't feel a spider sense with anyone. Well, you could, since the place was full of spiders people, but there's an specific tingle that lets you know when you share similar abilities or DNA with other spiders.

"Surprised?" Gwen asked, walking by your side.

"Well. I'd rather say disturbed," she giggled.

"You're unlike any spider I've met," the blonde added.

"Oh please, I can't be that special." Bored or not, you were missing dinner. Your family would be worried if you didn't come back past midnight. Hopefully, your first interaction with another universe will be quick.

"Oh, but you are. That's why you're here..." said a new voice. When you turned, you were even more confused.

A pregnant spider-woman?. Could you feel any weirder?.

"Uhh- Hi...I'm y/n, this is the weirdest day of my life" She nodded laughing. Her yellow glasses were very cool, you liked her look in general.

"We know that. But let's go, Miguel needs to see you..." and officially, that was the beginning of everything.

The HQ was futuristic, wide and full of people. Everything was so weird that edged being ridiculous. Until, the group of spiders lead you to a dark room. Full of technology and chemistry stuff.

For the first time, you felt a tingle when he finally faced you; Miguel O'Hara. And to be honest, his broad and tall figure intimidated you.

He said you were a bizarre anomaly. You were the only spider person who had been bitten between universes. Meaning that you were an accident. While there must be variants of you, none of them were spiders, nobody was like you.

Unconsciously, your own canon was building up as every day passed, like a plague. Any of your actions were vital for everyone. One bad movement and everything could go to hell.

He offered you a place in the group to keep order among universes. Suspicious, but seemed honest at the same time.

"I appreciate the offer, but I have a degree to finish. And I got enrolled for summer ballet classes..." you said, ambling towards the exit. The man sighed, not ready to deal with another extroverted spider like most of his coworkers.

"No. You need to be a responsible spiderwoman and do what you're expected to do," the man said, intimidating you more as he towered you. Beside getting lost in his amazing hair, intriguing brown eyes and sharp jaw, your thoughts were running. Maybe you were being selfish. Most of the people in the room had lost a lot and you hadn't. This was the least you could do.

"You just said I'm an accident. There are no expectations from me. I can't break canon. I'm making my own, What could go wrong?..." you dared to say, avoiding looking into his brown eyes.

"You want to find out?" a little closer, and you would touch his chest. Besides, the tingle was back. Miguel also felt it, but he called it on you being angered by this new phase you would enter.

You knew he was going to be hard to deal with from now on. But deep inside, you liked the feeling he had planted on your stomach.

"No.." you admitted. Slightly afraid of losing what you had. He smiled but for less than a second.

"That's what I thought" After that, it was history.

Two months. And things were... okay.

You made a great friendship with Peter and Hobie. Something inside you was stopping you from trusting Gwen at all.

Then, Jessica was good but slightly challenging. Even Pavitr was good.

And then, there was Miguel.

Fucking Miguel O'Hara. He was dead serious every time. Still, you refused to show he could intimidate you.

Like right now, or... at any moment, whatever.

"He's going to kill you..." Lyla whispered, moving in circles around you.

"He won't if someone doesn't tell him" she frowned.

"He's going to kill us both, y/n," she almost yelled. Following you to the briefing of a new case.

"He can't kill you, Lyla. Be serious..." you stated, shrugging.

"I don't want to know..."

"Me neither. So just shush..." The room was almost empty. Only Peter, Hobie, and Jessica were inside.

The sound of the door captured everyone's attention

"Shoot" you said, looking at Miguel who sighed. After that, he stopped talking.

"You're late..." Of course, he would remark on your irresponsibility.

"I had a dentist appointment. What can I say?" he rolled his eyes and indicated you sit down.

"Sorry, I won't come late again would be fine" Miguel scolded you, and then kept giving instructions.

Earth-238, neon venom, evacuated civilians, blah blah blah. The mission would be easy, and you'd be leaving the room.

"Okay, everyone... gone, now" Jess finalizes.

"Not you, y/n..." Miguel's voice caught you off guard. When you turned around, Lyla was still whispering to him.

"Bitch..." you whispered.

"Hey, I'll wait for you," Hobie said, indicating that he would wait outside the room.

You nodded at him, smiling as he left.

"Why did you send the evidence of last week's mission to Jessica instead of me?" He asked, arms crossed.

"She's also my boss," you admitted, avoiding his judgemental brows and gaze.

"I'm in charge. She's second in command. So?..." you pinched the bridge of your nose, anxiety creeping over.

"I-.." It was useless; you had to be honest.

"Because uh-, I didn't want you to see the anomaly recording" he was right. He knew you would be afraid of his reaction. Something inside switched to be softer.

"I almost fail to save that girl. It was an accident, but... I can't control this new ability. And I want to do a good job" Your anxiety was evident. Miguel had to suppress a smile.

"You have a big responsibility on your shoulders. The power to retain or doom canon" a lecture was coming. And you wished he wore his mask because you could see his whole features. Making it prone to capture any negativity from him.

"And that's why you must be on missions with me, not Jessica. I'm training you, not her" To be honest, you were surprised.

"You make me nervous all the time. I'm afraid I'll make something stupid on any of these days, and you'll send me home. My life is so boring..." He kind of chuckled, and it made you beyond surprised.

"I thought you were working on the English degree and summer ballet classes."

"You remember it?" Could your heart beat any faster?. His eyes were deep-fixed on yours, and it was killing you in a good way.

"Please stop giving me that look. I'm gonna piss myself off from nervousness."

"Don't think too much about it. You're doing good, kid" The pat on your shoulder made you explode.

Right there, you knew it was over. You had a crush on Miguel O'Hara.

Was it possible to see everything in pink shades and heart sprinkles? That's how you were looking at every universe. You were starting your lover era.

"PETER! PETER!" You yelled, running towards the man, heading out of the cafeteria. Most spider people on the headquarters looked at you, but you didn't care.

"Woah, calm down, girl," he said with a smile.

"I need to tell you something" he couldn't describe your excitement but happily took your hand when you pushed him inside an empty conference room.

"I have a crush on Miguel," you said with an evident blush.

"YOU WHAT?" He asked yelling.

"I know, I know. But... he's so sweet to me. He said I shouldn't be nervous about him and that I was doing good. He remembers my career and that I'm doing ballet classes. Oh, and today he opened the door for me TWICE!" You explain excited, pinching your suit. It was half synthetic and half like the one from Miguel. In navy colors and silver details. You loved your suit.

"This is insane. Are you insane, y/n?. We're talking about Miguel. Our grumpy and snarky boss that gets stressed over the tiniest detail and doesn't know how to smile" You nodded, rolling your eyes.

"It's not like he's the love of my life or destiny, Peter. It's just a crush...." you tried to convince yourself.

"No, no, no. I disapprove of this. Isn't he a little older for you?" You sighed.

"Oh, c'mon. MJ is younger than you, Mr. No age gap"

"This is serious, y/n. I've known Miguel for a long time. You know what happened to him. I don't think he's emotionally ready for this" he was right. But you were confident that this crush wouldn't be a big issue.

"I know. The least I want to do is hurt him. But once again, it's just a crush, Peter," you started coming out of the room. And, like a big coincidence, Miguel was walking through the hallway with Lyla talking to him.

"Hey, is it okay if I go to your office at lunchtime?" you asked the broad man once he was walking near you. He had his mask, that if you stared too long, it was a severe and scary gaze, but he nodded once. Neither you nor Peter noticed Miguel was actually looking at you. Causing him to feel a weird pricking.

"Sure," with that, he left with the female AI giving you a bad look.

"What?" Peter asked in disbelief once again.

"See? Nothing to worry about, love," you said.

...

In your Hispanic household, dinner was very important. And the one you missed two months ago was an issue that your family hardly let go.

"Don't be so late, corazón." your grandma told you from the kitchen. You entered the room being greeted by the smell of mole and ponche.

"With this food waiting for me, I will return in a second, abuelita," she giggled as you kissed her cheek.

"I'm just going for a stretch. And maybe a flan for dinner" Your favorite part of the day was starting. So happily, you left the house. AirPods on with your favorite music blasting through them, and it felt like heaven.

Swinging from palms to buildings and watching the crowds of the traffic of LA. Until you were in the Fashion District Downtown. You stopped at your favorite rooftop to see the last minutes of the West Coast sunset.

And it was beautiful. Orange, pink, yellow, purple, blue, and black. Like a firework evaporated in the sky.

The air feels perfect for taking a long breath, and you feel thankful for having a good day.

"Hey." you nearly fell from the building, but a well-known bright red web caught you in time.

When you turned around, you had Miguel watching you.

"Miguel?. What are you doing here?" The surprise and shock were eating you alive. Maybe an emergency happened, or he would get you banned from the Spider Society. Who knows?

"Just checking on you..." lately, he had been more close to you. Giving you a hand on missions, being willing to have more extended conversations, and softer pieces of advice.

"Why?" You ask, arching a brow.

"Last week, you were a little slow." he hears you giggling, and as he walks closer, he sees you hanging your toes on the edge. He sees your hair freely fly as you laugh. Cute, he thinks.

"I was on my period. We're good now..." he thanked, wearing the mask because his cheeks were burning.

"Don't be silly, Miguel. It's... normal," you said after he stood there quietly.

"Come, seat with me.." he obeyed, establishing some distance with you, but not too much.

Then he deactivated his mask, and you confirmed that his hair always looked gorgeous.

"Your universe is interesting," he said finally.

"We are very fixed; little surprises us. And capitalism is leading us to ruin, but yes... it's interesting" Miguel wasn't expecting that answer but smiled. Only because you didn't catch it.

"You are spending too much time with Hobie," you laughed, nodding.

"Yeah, I'll take that.." This time, you noticed his smile. And you wanted to keep the moment a little longer.

"Can we talk?"

"We are talking, y/n..." he let out a brief chuckle again.

"No, I know, but, like seriously...I'm afraid. Of hurting someone in the process of creating a disaster with this thing of being an anomaly" For weeks, you tried to avoid the thoughts of insecurity. But this was a good moment because Miguel had been training you, and he was the right and worst person to talk about this.

"And it frustrates me that I don't completely understand at all what am I..." you said, covering your face, letting all the intrusive thoughts out. Because even on a good day, anxiety could sneak in.

"Being a spider person means being afraid of many things. There's never complete peace. We live alert day by day. Keep in mind that you'll constantly worry, but it's part of the job. You don't sign for it; it just hits you" his words were profound. Enough to soothe some of your panic.

"I wish I could be straight to the point like you..." Miguel was urged to touch your hand or strands of hair that brushed his forearm. But he resisted, only looking at your profile.

"No. It's good to be honest and worry too."

"And you're something bigger than an anomaly. You're special" Maybe his tone made everything sound softer.

"Well, I don't feel special," you admitted.

"I feel like an accident. Not meant to be here, but nothing else to do."

"You don't need to feel it. I just see it..." when you turned to look at him, it was his soft look that made you realize, you were falling in love with him.

As your smile grew, Miguel completely ignored any thought of fear. He was just feeling, letting his heart warm and reciprocate your smile.

"You have to come and have dinner with my family and me," you blurted excitedly, changing the subject.

"No."

"SI!."

"Por Dios. No, y/n!" He said, rolling his eyes.

"They're not annoying or nosy, I promise," you pleaded. He knew there was no problem because your family thought you were in a new program in college. That was your lie to disguise your time with him and the team. Either way, Hispanic families could be nosy when a girl arrived home with a man.

"Please, as a thank you for listening to my bullshit. Por favor, ándale. Di que si..." he couldn't say no. He didn't want to reject you.

"Está bien, pues....'

He smiled again, watching you celebrate as you started balancing between buildings. Soon he followed you, happy to feel the way he was doing, and completely ignoring what he preached to keep canon safe.

...

The shock on everyone's faces only increased the more you talked.

Pavitr, Gwen, Hobie, and Peter had their mouths open.

"And then, we went to get a flan for dinner. A kid asked for a selfie with us, and it was so silly," you narrated.

"When we arrived home, he was so sweet. Only speaking Spanish, and he told mi abuelita I was doing great in job" Peter decided it was time to cover his mouth with one hand. Soon, everyone followed, keeping their shock.

"Dad was slightly judgmental but soon changed his mind because Miguel accepted a beer from him."

"Oh, and we spent hours in my room" That was enough for Peter.

"WHAT?... EXCUSE ME?"

"NO, PETER!. Jesus... we spent hours in my room because I was explaining to him some of my analysis from literature classes" The color returned to his face.

Nodded understanding, and everyone else laughed.

"I can't believe this. I simply can't..." Pavitr confessed.

"Love can come in strange ways..."

"Who's talking of love, Pavitr?" Hobie asked playfully.

"Well.." you whispered.

"What else?" Gwen almost jumped, needing to know more. You were starting to like her more. So you started narrating the flashback.

Once again, both of you were back on a rooftop. It was almost 2:00am.

"I-, I liked this..." Miguel managed to say. Looking down at you, trying to regain his neutral and serious tone and look. But after spending hours with you, it seemed impossible.

"Me too. You were so caring, and thank you for being so comprehensive" Your excitement match your words, not that Miguel cared. But he realized you had jumped and grabbed both of his hands. And before you pulled away, he was caressing your knuckles.

"It was nothing..."

"Are you coming tomorrow?" He asked, ignoring the way he always tells everyone he doesn't like touching or any type of contact.

"I think I stopped being a half-time employee some time ago..." he nodded, smiling.

"True."

Hands were still holding. And none of you wanted to break the touch.

"Till tomorrow then..." you said, sad to break the touch but happy for everything that happened that night.

And with that, you saw Miguel opening a portal, and you left.

"NO - FUCKING - WAY!" Gwen yelled.

"Are you sure you weren't dreaming while drunk?"

"No, Peter. I can't drink yet" he snorted as if he had heard something incredible. Gwen couldn't stop looking lost, taking time to digest the information, Pavitr too, and Hobie was... being Hobie.

"Dude looks nice with her. I heard him laugh the other day," Hobie stated.

"Me too. And he canceled a meeting to go and train her," Pavitr added.

"He's, like, the last person I imagined you would say you had a date with."

"It wasn't a date..." you said.

"IT WASN'T A DATE?. Girl, he had dinner with your family, listened to your boring old books for hours, and held your hands for... five or eight minutes?"

"Okay. maybe it unconsciously turned into a date." They all nodded in agreement.

"Oh, my god... Was it a date?"

Peter sighed as he watched you laugh with Hobie. Soon went straight towards Miguel's lair. The man greeted him with a silent wave, before returning to look at all of the recordings and screens playing them.

".. y/n is very happy. Did you two have fun last night?" He asked Miguel once stepped further.

"I'm not discussing this with you," the broad man approached to say.

Peter loved you like family. He wanted you to be happy and safe.

He trusted Miguel after knowing each other. But he wasn't sure if you two had a bright future. After all, Peter saw how Miguel changed so much after losing Gabriella.

"I don't want to discuss this with you either."

"So?"

"Look, she's like family. You are like family too. I want her to be happy. And you too, man. But... I want you to think... Is it correct?" Miguel stopped looking at the screens.

"We can't lose her. And I don't want to see another era of pain and collapse" It hit him.

What was he thinking? Letting all of his feelings take over him. He couldn't be in love; it wasn't meant for him.

Your canon was unsure, delicate. And his... was doomed. He imagined having to see you gone, and he wasn't ready to find out. He wasn't ready to go through that pain again. And he didn't want to see you in pain.

"Just think... because maybe it's meant to be, but-"

"No. You're right..." Miguel accepted.

Peter grew quiet.

"After y/n leaves tonight. Call the others, except Hobie..." Peter nodded unsure, wondering what was Miguel plotting.

Miguel made a decision. Losing you was going to save both of you. Or so he thought.

...

Weird.

The cafeteria was quiet.

Then a piece of your suit ripped off.

And spider-cat was absent!!!

Then, you didn't see Miguel the day before. When you asked Lyla, she said he was swamped with his job, so you would not make him stressed. Plus, having some space after spending the night together would be great.

"Hey!" You called Hobie when he sat next to you on a bench. He was used to visiting you in your universe. He liked the food and how the people complained about something new daily.

"Something feels weird," he blurted, tilting his head.

"RIGHT?. I thought I was the only one" he nodded and sighed. That was also weird; Hobie never hesitated to spit the words out.

"What?"

"Yesterday. After you left, Peter called everyone except for me. It seemed weird that just as you left, he called everyone to get a lecture from Miguel," Another weird thing. Why you and Hobie would be excluded? Well, he rarely followed rules, but he was always included in briefings.

"Miguel stopped wasting his time with me, But a meeting without you?" Maybe it wasn't anything. Perhaps a simple meeting. There had been some occasions where you had not been present.

"Do you wanna go out and ignore why we were excluded?" you asked playfully. He nodded with a cocky smile.

"Hell yeah..." Both of you left in seconds.

Spending time with Spider-punk was always fun. Hobie made you remember things like; fuck it, just do it.

But for the first hour, you didn't find anyone. Even when the headquarters of the Spider Society were big, you thought it would have been easier.

By the evening, you find yourself eating an empanada, thinking of Miguel. Accepting you started missing him.

"Guys!.." Gwen called you and Hobie, appearing from an elevator that had opened.

"Don't ask anything yet..." you nodded to him.

"We were busy being scolded by Miguel. But there's a new mission we need to go to. And he wants us all, let's go..." Hobie and you exchanged looks, not buying Gwen's words.

You got too carried away, forming possible explanations for her weird behavior. Why you hadn't seen your friends the day before?. And why you and Hobie were excluded from the last meeting?.

When you follow Gwen, you didn't even look at Pavitr taking Hobie away.

As soon as you entered the room, Jessica, Peter, and Miguel were inside.

"Where's Hobie?" Miguel asked. You also turn confused, because he was right behind you.

"He was right here..." Gwen mumbled, looking around, making Miguel sigh tired.

He didn't look at you for the first minutes of the debriefing. The more he ignored your presence, the more your questions emerged.

"Everyone get ready... except for y/n," he announced with his neutral and cold face.

"Why?"

"You're going home."

"WHAT?" you screamed.

At the end of the day, Miguel wasn't ready for this. But he was doing his best, even if it meant lying to you.

"Your canon is changing, constantly glitching. We can't risk anything happening. I'm sending you home..." he explained like nothing.

"No, please. I'm not a danger. If it was something bad, it would've happened already" he kept looking straight at the doors, not even moving.

It hurt you that he was still unsure of you, especially after everything he said in your home.

"It's for the best."

"Can we talk... In private?" You whispered, taking his forearm. He slowly moved away, making you feel the pain grow.

"There's nothing to talk about"

"Oh really?. I think we do. What about the other day?"

"It wasn't a coincidence that you appeared after someone tried opening portals in your earth," you gasped in shock.

"I did recruit you for the sake of the Spider Society. I needed to know you were not a threat."

"You said I was special" he managed to hear you whisper. And it was tearing him.

"You are. But a potential danger too. Which is why l'm sending you home.." you shake your head, fighting the tears rapidly forming in your eyes.

"All of you knew about this?" You asked, looking at Peter, Gwen, and Jessica.

The pregnant woman bowed her head while Gwen looked like she wanted to say something but couldn't.

"We do this because we care for and want to protect you..."

"Really? This is not what friends do. All you do is lie and lie to me!" you said with a broken voice.

"I'm sorry," Miguel admitted looking down.

"GOD, STOP LYING" you yelled.

"Tell me I meant nothing to you. Or admit you might be scared of the possibility of falling in love with me..."

"There is no love in this equation. You have made all of this in your head." he broke you. You swore you heard your heart decreasing its heartbeats.

"For one minute, I thought you... felt the same, that you cared" As he stood there quietly, you started crying.

To everyone's shock, it was the first time they saw you crying. Gwen tried to reach you, but you stepped back, moving away from all of them.

At the same time, Pavitr and Hobie entered the room.

"Something weird happened. You might want to see this, boss," Pavitr announced.

"It was dope..." Hobie admitted leaning on the door frame. But stood quiet after watching you crying.

The moment turned uneasy, debating whether to go or stay with you.

"Please, let's go, and then we'll talk with tranquility about this," Peter told you. Giving a look that he wasn't happy with seeing you cry.

Slowly, you followed them. Ignoring Miguel's look.

Then you thought, What was the point of following them? If they would send you home after that?.

Anger wasn't a good feeling, but it was blinding you. All the fantastic facade they sold of being good friends. The months Miguel lied to you. He could have done it differently. But he even dared to agree to have dinner with your family.

He held your hands and made you believe there was a chance. He made you believe you weren't dangerous, that you could be in control of your fate.

So you stopped following them and turned to the lower plant of the building, deciding to that you would choose what you wanted, not what they thought it was correct.

Meanwhile, the rest of the group watched how all of the canon was held together. Until your specific web was expanded.

Your web was tiny, like a baby's. It glitched a lot, but when Miguel entered with the others, he noticed the glitch was even more aggressive than ever.

There were only two canon moments; you getting bit and joining the Spider Society. But there were new ones forming. And from the shiny dot, a new line grew.

"What the hell?" Peter asked in disbelief.

"This isn't possible..." Jess whispered.

Lyla was following your web and paying attention. Until she saw the first new canon event. You would lose your best friend, and the time was quickly coming. Gwen lowered her head, lamenting for what you would suffer, just like her.

But then, your thread started moving and growing until it was connected to another one: Miguel's.

And from that connection, a new canon event was officially established.

You and Miguel together.

"Holy sh-" Gwen almost said but couldn't finish the sentence.

"Does this mean..." Jessica started.

"She's part of your canon," Peter confirmed.

Miguel was in shock; his eyes remained on what the model displayed. Your masked figured siding his. You were really meant for him. He hadn't need to worry about it ending in disaster. Still, it didn't soothe him.

"Uh-boss? Our pretty little y/n started a countdown to return home and temporarily block the entrance to her earth," Lyla announced, appearing beside Miguel.

He turned to look at her, worried.

"What?"

"I tried stopping her, but I believe she's growing her cosmic powers?" the day couldn't get more complicated for Spider-Man 2099.

"Cosmic powers?" Peter asked, running after Miguel, who started heading towards the exit.

Lyla, crossed her arms looking at everyone starting running. She couldn't admit it to anyone. That if your issue wasn't fixed, something darker could happen.

The Al couldn't throw salt in Miguel's wound.

"Jessica, send help. Lyla, stop her," he demanded. Jessica nodded, and Lyla disappeared.

"There's no spider with cosmic powers. But y/n was a bit between universes. So maybe she has some of them or..."

"Peter shut up!. I just can't lose her!" If you were Miguel's destiny, he would do things right. And he regretted setting up all of the secret meetings and lies.

He rushed to get to you faster than anyone. He wasn't even sure the blocking earth thing worked.

Maybe he was exaggerating, but he was willing to set the alarms so everyone would try to stop him.

If he had waited a day, none of this would've happened. But he had understood once that things happened for a reason; canon.

So as fast as he was running, something inside told him it was already late.

Peter and Gwen followed close to him, ready to find you prepared to leave.

The panic finally settled when they entered the dark room, and you were already behind the colorful barrier.

"NO!. Please, y/n" You turned to hear Miguel's voice calling you.

Your look was empty, but the anger was there. He kept calling for you, but you didn't say a word.

All of you wanted was to leave. Sleep and forget you were a spiderwoman. Ease the pain of your broken heart. And accept that no matter if you were the only variant of yourself in all the universes, you were meant to choose your own destiny.

You bolted, when he had you face to face, you were gone.

Confused, you appeared on a random street in Downtown LA. Your suit was ripped, your hair was a mess, and the tears didn't seem to stop. A wave of cold air hit you, making you shiver and hug yourself.

Feeling broken and in shock, you found yourself stepping on a broken glass bottle. Your left foot instantly started bleeding, making you fall to your knees.

That's when you no longer held the tears; you just let all the sobs take over.

You shouldn't have accepted to join the Spider Society; you shouldn't have pushed your crush for Miguel.

I hate this. I hate this. God, I hate this...

With no more strength, you stood up. And tottering, you started walking towards home.

It was okay; it would be okay.

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Cringe in general? Maybe… part two?

#miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara angst #spiderman 2099 #atsv #peter b parker #miguel o’hara imagine #accross the spiderverse #miguel o’hara

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addicted-to-dc · 2 years ago

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Hobie Brown/Spider-Man X FemmeFatale!Reader - Red Lipstick

I had to take a break from the Miguel brain rot and shift to the Hobie brain rot. This idea has been stuck in my head for days, so here it is!

Contents: Fluff, teasing, flirting, kissing, Hobie being handsy. Nothing too much. Just that I had too much fun writing this. 1k wordcount

Hobie’s seen you here before, and every time you saunter through HQ he can’t keep his eyes off of you. You practically look like you walked off of a pinup poster, the snug black dress hugging you in the right places with the fur and heels nearly making him walk right into a wall. Nearly.

He knows you’re from that Noir universe, you and your Spider-Man fighting against crime and fascists… It’s like you were made for him. Don’t even get him started when he sees you all dolled up in your suit. It’s driving him mad just not to speak with you. It made sense to not try, especially with how close you were to your Spider-Man.

One day after a very successful mission, he returns with one thing on his mind: talking to you. As soon as he steps through the portal and sees you, he takes it as a sign to approach. Your laughter only urges him forward.

“Please, Parker, you know I’m classier than that.”

Your smile curls upward, a playful look lighting your eye as you notice him. Hobie takes his mask off, giving you a curt nod as he stops in front of you. You look at Parker, your smile growing even more. “Consider it done, lay the file on my desk. I’ll go over it when I get back.”

“You’re a doll, (Y/N).”

You shoo Parker off with a smile, returning your attention to him, “Hobie, is it?”

The tension immediately melts from his shoulders as soon as you say his name. You invade his senses, your sweet perfume scrambling his brains for a few seconds. “Yeah, I wanted to introduce myself. You take my breath away every time I see you, Love.”

“You certainly don’t hold back the charm, do you, angel face?” you ask, taking an experimental step forward before leaning close. “Is that a gift for me?”

Hobie smiles and presents it to you with a bow. You gracefully pluck the box out of his hand. Your eyes curiously watch him as you open the box. Looking down, you see a lipstick case. Picking it up, you take the top off and twist, revealing blood-red lipstick. Without even looking at him you open a mirror he swears you produce from thin air.

As soon as you swipe the smallest amount of color on your lips he smiles, “I knew red would look amazing on you. Fascists hate it, y’know?”

You flash him a dangerous smile as you finish applying the lipstick. He’s sure he’s grinning like an idiot, but it’s worth it. Reputation be damned, you’re something special. You place the mirror and lipstick into a small handbag. It clicks shut gently.

“It’s a lovely gift,” you say, moving closer to him to peck his cheek. You pull back, admiring your handy work. “It looks just as good on you.”

“Maybe I can borrow it sometime, get back to my modeling roots,” he quips. His heart nearly stops at the sound of your laughter. “I’ll see you soon, yeah?”

Before he can react you give him another kiss, your lips sealing over his for a few moments before you pull away slightly. “I’ll be waiting, Darling.”

You stroll away into a colorless portal, turning around to blow him a kiss. He catches it and holds it close to his lips. You shake your head at his antics and disappear with the click of your heels.

“You’re so whipped.”

Gwen lands next to him, chuckling at his grin. Hobie shrugs, messing with his watch to get a portal back home. “Yeah, what about it? That woman’s fucking stunning.”

He couldn’t wait to see you again. Even though the red was an immense hit, he used his five-finger discount to get another gift for you. Finding another color that would compliment you wasn’t hard, he knew that everything would look good. As soon as he saw the metallic red one he had to snag it. He excitedly opens a portal to your universe. He steps through, immediately taking in the view of the dramatic lighting and architecture.

“I didn’t think you’d show, angel face.”

He smiles and turns around, finally seeing you. You’re in your trench coat, but a more casual look compared to your usual suit. The red lipstick is on your lips, your smile looking more devilish than ever.

“Got a bit distracted,” he says, holding another gift to you, “but I think it’s worth it.”

You close the distance, leaning in close as you gently unwrap the gift. It’s another tube of lipstick. You take it and place it into a pocket.

“You not gonna try that one out for me?” Hobie asks, grinning widely when you pull him closer with his belt loops.

“Help me take off this lipstick, Sugar, and I will.”

Hobie nearly groans at your request, leaning to capture your lips with his. He feels the pigment coat his lips after each passing kiss, driving him even more insane than you usually do. You bite onto his lip piercing and pull back, smiling when he grabs your hips and yanks you close.

Your eyes feel heavy as his hands wander, sliding down to your ass to knead it. You bite your lip to silence yourself. He doesn’t like that one bit. Sliding his hands down even lower, Hobie grasps your thighs and lifts you onto him. Your dress hikes up just enough to wrap your legs around him. His lips migrate to your neck, spreading the red lipstick all over your neck and chest. One of your heels slips off your foot and falls to the ground, your composure gone as you dig your nails into his scalp and pull.

He reluctantly releases your neck, eyeing up the red spread all across your skin. You’re breathing wildly, trying to slow your breathing when he tries to go on for more. You hold him back, laughing breathlessly.

“Your place or mine, Sugar?”

#Hobie brown x reader #spider-man x reader #spider-punk x reader

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deathofacupid · 1 year ago

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daddy's money | peter parker

get your mind outta the gutter. also, y/n is tony stark's daughter.

summary: you don't like the idea of a new step-mother, so you take things into your own hands.

she scowled at the woman sitting in front of her, stabbing her broccoli in hopes that it would control the pending urge of wanting to stab rachel.

rachel.

filthy little woman. y/n was sure, 100% sure, that she was only here for the money. if only her father could see that, she thought, continuing to assault the veggies in front of her.

rachel was her tony's new fling. or at least that's what she had thought. until the woman sat in her eyeline, flaunting her new diamond ring.

that's a fat stone.

every single little thing about rachel just seemed to set y/n off. from the way she bugged about coffee coasters, to how she scrunched her stupidly perfect nose when she laughed. the stark girl wanted to drag that lady out the front door by her hair.

"y/n, honey," her infuriating voice called out, "is everything alright? i was just asking your father about your boyfriend. i would absolutely love to meet him!"

"no, thanks. don't need another person getting brainwashed by you," she muttered under her breath.

"i'm sorry, what was that?"

"nothing."

"surely you've told him about me, no?"

y/n returned the smile, except hers had sarcasm dripping from it. "it must have slipped my mind, rachel, but i'm not sure it would have come up, anyways. we really only talk about important things."

rachel opened her mouth to respond, but her father had already gotten to that. "y/n," he warned.

"yes, daddy?" she asked, her voice the most innocent it could be.

he looked at her with exasperation before turning back to his fiancée to tell her about peter.

y/n huffed and crossed her arms, debating if she should throw a tantrum or not, as childish as it was. "can i be excused?" she didn't wait for an answer as her push her chair away from the table, already hitting the button for the elevator.

she laid in bed that night, thinking of a way to show her dad she didn't want this. she didn't need another family member. their family was perfect the way it was, just the two of them, was it not?

y/n grinned to herself, formulating a plan already. she was gonna make him pick.

her or rachel?

and she hoped her answer was right.

~.*.~

y/n saw peter approaching her from the corner of her eye, and waved him over to her locker. "hey, angel," he greeted, the cutest smile on his face. "how was your day?"

"it was okay. as good as mondays can be. you know, i really don't like mondays. or tuesdays. or wednesdays. or thursdays and fridays."

peter snickered at her, placing a kiss on her forehead. "that's okay, 'cuz you got me here to make your life amazing."

"on the note of amazingness," she started, kicking in her plan, "i've got a date planned for us."

"you do? wait, is today something important? is it your birthday? wait, no, my birthday? anniversary? fuck- no, wait, shit, um-"

"no, pete! can't a girlfriend do something excessively romantic for her boyfriend?"

"not this one, no," he teased. y/n stuck her tongue out at him, giggling slightly. she opened the notebook that she was holding and scribbled an address down, ripping the page out handing it to him. "meet me here. at six. in a tux, babe."

"woah, tux? what've you got planned?"

"please, i'm the daughter of tony stark. i'm allowed to plan good shit."

"yes, ma'am. six o'clock sharp. won't keep you waiting," peter winked.

"you better not," she retorted, poking his chest lightly.

laying a kiss on her cheeked, he walked backwards away from her, "bye, darling, love you," he called out.

"see you, baby."

~.*.~

he walked up to the large building, eyes wide as he rechecked the address from what seemed to be the place y/n had told him to arrive at. and this was definitely the one. by the looks of it, this place was fucking expensive, and he knew that. peter wasn't expecting something like this. he hesitantly pushed open the door, jaw dropping as he saw the shining chandelier that was hoisted into the air.

yep. definitely expensive.

"hello, sir, do you have a name for the reservation?"

"yes- no, um, maybe? actually, you see, i-"

"he's with me," y/n smiled, intertwining their hands as she stepped into the building. "reservation for stark."

the waitress's brows shot up, presumably after hearing the girl's surname.

"of course, right this way."

y/n pulled him through to the table. and it was a nice table. that was probably the first thing he noticed. after the waitress had left them alone, he finally got a chance to admire how the love of his life looked tonight.

"you look... um, really gorgeous, angel."

"why, thank you, parker. you don't look to shabby yourself."

she glanced down at the menu, skimming through to see what she wanted. peter did the same, and she knew he'd pick the cheapest thing. but it didn't matter, y/n had it covered.

"are you ready to order?" a different waiter asked.

"um, just a sec, i-"

"yes. one of everything, please."

"woah, wait, what? y/n, we don't-"

"we do," she shrugged, not even bothering to figure out the rest of what he was about to say. his eyes were wide, and he looked back and forth, from y/n to the man taking down the order.

"angel, this is crazy expensive. besides, there's no way we can eat all of that!"

"oh, well, what we can't finish we can pack. i'm sure may would enjoy some gourmet food. who doesn't?"

peter sighed, already confused and worried as to what she was planning. "will that be all?" the man asked.

what else is there to get? it's not like we've ordered literally one of everything, he thought. peter had no idea what the love of his life was up to. but whatever it was, he figured, it wouldn't be good. it was odd because was usually so careful with how she spent money, and now she was spending so much.

"baby, baby, get that look off your face. you're totally overthinking this."

"sorry i'm overthinking how your dad will kill me when he finds out you've ordered everything there is to order on the menu when we're supposed to be on a regular date," he scoffed.

"nah, love, he won't kill you. i think."

"jeez, makes me feel so much better."

"you need to shut up and enjoy this."

"okay, okay, i'm done now!"

"uh-huh. and either way, babe," she started, a shit-eating grin plastered to her face, "it's daddy's money."

~.*.~

the second his love walked through the doors of the school that, he was happy, but also exasperated. every single day of the past two weeks, she had gotten his a ridiculously expensive present. he had tried so hard to tell her he didn't need it, but then she'd pull that face that made him melt. the one where she parted her lips and pouted the slightest. where her brows were upturned and her eyes were wider than normal. and then... he had no choice but to give in.

peter was slightly scared to see what it was this time. why was she spending so much on him? spending so much of tony's money.

but he did have a suspicion.

"hey, mr. stark," peter greeted, giving a small wave as he approached the older man who seemed to be tearing his hair out at his computer.

"oh, hey, peter."

"you don't normally sound that disappointed to see me," he joked.

"no... it's not that, it's just," he sighed, "god sakes, my daughter's been running up thousand upon thousands of dollars! it's ridiculous! she's already spent just over a million!" the boy winced, frowning.

"i know it's not really my place to, um, say this, but have you talked about... er- rachel to her? i-it just seems like she isn't... how do i say this? fond? she doesn't seem fond of her." fond wasn't the right word. more like hate. hate with a burning passion. the fact that y/n cursed about the lady to him was a hint. just a hint.

tony sucked in a breath, "well, kind of." he opened his mouth, trying to figure out how to explain this. "i know y/n doesn't like rachel. but i thought maybe if we got more serious, like, i don't know, engaged, she would see that rachel's here to stay. i love both them, i really do, but i can't figure out how to get them to love each other." tony paused. "is that was this is? this whole money thing, peter?"

"...yes. well, i think. look, mr. stark, y/n isn't great with change. and you know this as much as i do. try and level with her here, a heart to heart or something. honestly... i think she's just, um, scared." he knew she'd kill him if she ever heard him say that. instinctively, he looked around, just to double check. his girlfriend didn't come close to an avenger, but she scared him more than any of them ever did. definitely got that part from her dad.

"yeah, no, i think you're right." he paused. "nope, still sounds weird to say aloud."

peter shrugged, "at the end of the day, whether she likes it or not, you're still her dad. and i know y/n wants to see you happy, and if this is it... she'll understand."

"i know, i know. wait, what do you mean, 'whether she likes it or not?'"

"uh, so, i'm gonna go now. good luck, mr. stark," he rambled, rushing out.

tony took a deep breath as he enter the elevator, preparing himself to go talk to his daughter. he knocked quietly on the door, "y/n, sweetheart?"

"dad?" she asked, peeking her head out the door.

"um, yeah, can i come in? i want to talk to you."

"er- okay," y/n opened the door wider for him to come in. "what's up?"

"a lot," he pressed his lips together, "like the sky, cosmos-"

"what? wait, no, dad-"

"yeah, i know. that was the worst one yet," tony chuckled, glancing at her and taking a seat on her bed. he patted the spot beside him, motioning the girl over. she did so, plopping herself down.

"look, peanut, i know you don't like rachel. trust me, i got those subtle hints. you know, like you spending a million dollars on stupidly expensive things. but y/n, i really like her. she's it for me. it's like what you have with peter, but, like, varied. we aren't half as sappy."

she hummed in annoyance, playfully rolling her eyes before looking down at her hands.

"why do we need her? i don't want, nor need, a mom. much less a stepmom. much, much, less rachel. am- am i not enough? is that why?" her voice broke slightly, showing her vulnerability.

tony quickly took her hands in his, eyes widening. "no, no, no, y/n. of course not, sweetheart. did you really think that?" tears pooled in his eyes as he reassured his daughter. "you come first. you have always, always, always come first, from the second you were brought into this world. you come before her, and you will stay my first priority, forever. please trust that. you are everything to me, honey, everything. rachel isn't going to change anything."

"you mean it?" she cried. "promise?"

"i promise, sweetheart," he murmured, sniffing as he pulled his daughter into the safe place that was his arms. and they stayed like that for a while, until y/n pulled away.

"okay," she whispered. "i don't like rachel, and i can't guarantee that it'll change soon, but i'll try."

"that's all i need, honey. i love you 3000," he winked.

y/n hugged him again, and after a second, "did peter put you up to this?"

"you've got one heck of a boyfriend."

"i know, daddy."

#spiderman #tom holland x reader #tom holland #peter parker #peter parker x you #still figuring out tumblr #like 70 more parts to upload on here

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the-girl-wh0-cries-w0lf · 1 year ago

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When the cat's away...

Peter B. Parker x Blackcat!reader

description - Peter B. Parker didn't end up at MJ's house that night. Instead he found his way into the arms of the woman he never thought he could have until the multiverse showed him differently.

Miles shows up to the spider society and finds Peter in the arms of someone who is definitely not MJ

warnings - babies, sexual innuendo, brief angst, SPOILERS for across the spiderverse, Miguel being Miguel.

word count - 1.7k

authors note - I have found a new character to write about! I mean I loved Peter B in Into the Spiderverse but then I recently watched Across the Spiderverse and something about seeing him with Mayday just ignited that love again. Also hears to me finding another cartoon baby to obsess over!

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I watched from the rafters. Perched so precise. Peter had promised he wouldn’t take Mayday to work anymore, it wasn’t a safe environment for a child. And since he hadn’t caught me with her at the spider society yet, I still had the moral high ground.

“Don’t be too hard on the kid, Miguel. He had a terrible teacher.” Peter swung in and was wearing…oh god. He’d stolen my robe, again. But I couldn’t be too hard on him, he did look so sexy in it. Just something about seeing him so domestic that really got me going.

Peter and Miles hugged each other, having not seen one another in months. They continually talked over the other, having so much to say, before Miles took note of the baby carrier Peter wore so stylishly. His suspicions were confirmed when Mayday swung into the scene, giggling so beautifully.

“You have a baby?”

“I have a baby!”

“Don’t forget to keep your little day pass on honey.” He then spotted the one Miles sported. “You have one too? I didn’t know they made them for adults?”

I watched her in awe until she latched onto the wall and began to crawl up to where she saw me, babbling ‘mama, mama’. Peter swung after her, moaning about how he shouldn’t have made her that web shooter. We thought it was a good idea at the time!

He put her back in the carrier. “I shouldn’t have made her that, that was an actual parenting mistake.” But because he forgot he was upside down; our little angel fell right out. I giggled to myself just watching the goofball, I got to call my husband.

I squirmed up further into the dark, not wanting Peter to see me just yet. What? I’m a sucker for a dramatic entrance.

“You guys want to see pictures!” That was when I zoned out. I mean I loved Mayday so much and I took a lot of pictures, but my definition of a lot cowered in the face of Peter’s amount of photos. “Oh my god, Miguel’s gonna die!” He swung back over to the stoic fang man, as I liked to call him.

“Miguel, look at this one.”

“I’m trying to hold a serious, adult conversation.” Yet the sight of Mayday crawling all over him whilst babbling nonsense, was a nice juxtaposition to his stern demeanour.

“You’re the only spiderman who isn’t funny, we’re supposed to be funny.” He’s not wrong there, well, at least my spiderman is funny!

“The fate of the multiverse—”

“You always lose me with that. You say the fate of the multiverse and my brain dies.” Miguel handed Mayday back to Peter after she had unceremoniously fallen into his arms whilst Peter was talking.

“You smell that? Mayday took a crap.” Peter swung back to Miles, Gwen and Hobie and made a makeshift changing table out of web.

“So did MJ take you back or?” Miles questioned.

“Well-not exac—” He then smelt Mayday’s diaper. “Yep, she’s a Parker. That’s what happens when a Parker eats an avocado.”

“And yet I still married one.” I attached one of my hooks and allowed myself to be lowered down in front of Miguel’s pretentious staircase.

“Wow.” All 3 teens exclaimed at the same time. I strutted forward clad in my costume. God, it had been a long time since I’d had it on, but it felt so good. It made me feel strong and powerful. Even the ice blonde wig of curls, (that always appeared every time I put on the black cat suit for some reason), fell down my back and flicked with each step. My heeled boots clicked as I walked. Some people *cough Miguel cough* may think they’re impractical for fighting but I guess you just have to be an amazing fighter to pull them off.

“Miles meet my wife, y/n Parker. Or. The Black Cat.”

“Hobie, Gwen, good to see you again. Miles, it’s so great to meet you! Peter talks about you constantly.” I embraced him tightly.

I jumped over to Hobie and spider punk lifted me up into his arms.

“How’s my favourite vigilante!”

“I’m doing good how are you.”

“Still taking a crap on the establishment.”

“I’d like to help you.”

“I will take you up on that.” And he slipped a bunch on junk into my pocket. I didn’t understand but when it came to Hobie, I knew I eventually would.

“I don’t think ‘constantly’ is the most accurate word –“ Peter interrupted. He never liked seeing me with Hobie. He made him insecure, but I would assure him he was cool in his own way.

“Did you or did you not say to me last night ‘I miss Miles so much more with each passing day.’”

“I wouldn’t say in those words—”

“No. those were you’re exact words.” I had walked over to him when I began speaking.

“Hi.”

He brought me into him in a bruising kiss.

“I thought you weren’t working today?” As he spoke, Mayday recognised my presence and began to whine loudly for me to pick her up. Which I did happily.

“Well, I woke up and my baby wasn’t in her crib? How weird?” I bounced Mayday up and down in my arms and she shrieked excitedly with each new movement.

“Wait, you’re not a spider-person?” Miles suddenly questioned.

“God no! I couldn’t think of anything wo—” I trailed off when I looked around at the disapproving faces.

“I mean no, I’m a black cat. We’re in every spider’s universe in some respect. In everyone we’re in love with Peter Parker. He only loves us back in a few.” I looked back to find my husband already gazing back at me. Both of us might as well have had little hearts in our eyes.

I unleashed the claws from my gloves. “See, no web. Just claws.” Mayday clapped when I did that. “You like that baby? You like mummy’s powers!” I threw a hook with a line attached to it onto Miguel’s consoles. “But I did have to get these to keep up with you people and your webs.” I swung on the line and dropped gracefully, close to Miguel, just to annoy him.

“Yeah, but those claws are no joke one time we were in the middle of—” “Peter!” I scolded him. Peter then whispered to Miles “I ended up having to get stitches down my back.” Miles grimaced when he realised the context. Miles then continued his previous thought.

“I meant if you’re not a spider-person how did you get a pass? You’re not even a spider and you got a pass before me!”

“I felt with her skills and expertise she would be—”

“Don’t lie Miguel. I stole the bracelet off of you and you can’t get it back from me.”

“It was my choice to let you keep it.” I waited a beat before gesturing to Miles that it really wasn’t.

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Miguel was explaining canon events to Miles and was showing all the spider-people the most horrific moments from their lives. When the Uncle Ben scene was shown I cradled my husband’s head in my neck to shield him from the other’s eyes. Mayday didn’t understand what was going on but had fallen silent when she had felt the sadness in her father’s body.

I zoned out of Miguel and Miles’ argument. I knew their plan and I knew about Miles. He didn’t deserve this, any of this. He was a good kid; I knew this because Peter told me he was good and I believe him. I focused only on my husband and my daughter. My daughter more so, so she didn’t have to be exposed to the fight that I felt was about to break out.

I bounced Mayday up and down and cooed to her as Peter explained to Miles that if Uncle Ben hadn’t died, many of them would’ve never become who they were meant to be and the lives they had saved would be gone.

Miles began to get more agitated when he realised, they were all asking him to let his father die. I scoffed to myself. They really expected this to work. It was hardly a sound argument.

“You can’t ask me not to save my father.”

“I’m not asking.” Suddenly, Miguel had trapped Miles. Woah. This was too far.

“Miguel that’s not funny! Let him go right now.” I held Mayday into my chest to shield her from her mummy’s harsh words.

“You don’t scare me.”

“I think we both know I do.” He turned away from me. I knew it.

Miles was panicking in the box as the audience around him screamed and argued. I was still holding Mayday as Peter had stern words with Miguel. Hobie winked at me and gestured me to come over. I saw what he was looking at, which were the little sparks coming from Miles’ fingertips. I showed Miles what he was doing wrong and laid my palm flat in front of me, as the other held Mayday’s bum up. Miles righted his hands and the electricity bubbled up. I smirked.

The cage erupted around him. The spider-people began to organise under Miguel’s command to seize Miles. A portal opened up behind Hobie.

“For the record. I quit.” He sauntered in backwards. That was my queue.

“Well, I gotta head.”

“You’re going?” Peter questioned.

“Yeah.”

“So, you just came to annoy Miguel and show Miles how to escape?”

“Yeah, pretty much.”

“God. I love you so much!” He kissed me hard. I handed Mayday back to her Daddy and she happily complied.

“Get a picture of her first chase?”

“You got it.” He pulled down her knitted spiderman beanie and took off. I opened up another portal.

“DO YOU WANT CHICKEN OR FISH TONIGHT?”

“CHICKEN PLEASE, HONEY!” My husband shouted back as he swung off with my baby in his baby carrier ready to save a 15-year-old spider-kid from a million other spider-people. Because that’s a totally normal sentence to say.

-x-x-x-x-x-x-

Bit different from my usual stuff but this just randomly popped into my head!

#peter b x reader #peter b parker #peter b parker x you #peter b parker headcanons #peter b parker x reader #peter b parker x miguel o'hara #peter b parker x y/n #into the spider verse #across the spiderverse #miguel o'hara #miguel x reader #miguel spiderman #miguel x gwen #miguel x peter #spiderman #miguel spiderverse

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diaryofateenageslayer · 1 year ago

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I was rewatching my Buffy DVDs and found the JW commentary. Even though his views on women/feminism tainted this show, he does explain his directing decisions.

If you don't believe the Spuffy fans, at least believe the writers and actors who created their story!

It's the "wait...Bangel was a big deal?" for me.

JW actually admits that Angel reappearing in the last episode and the Bangel kiss was, in fact, "fan service."

Emphasis on the VOCAL MINORITY that leads to the fan service. Something iconic enough (The Bangel kiss) to "give people hope( 😂) that Buffy and Angel might one day work out" - purple

I don't know what was going through that brain of his, but Parker was NOT "the most important relationship of her life." Like sir, where did that come from? - green

The chemistry between both David/Sarah and James/Sarah is insane. However, I like how both relationships have their own distinct chemistry. - yellow

Spike is more on Buffy's level. he understands her, both physically and emotionally, something Angel struggles with. - orange

The relationship is more nuanced, we witnessed the development, and we watched it build from the ground up. We can point out pivotal moments in the relationship. Spike has more dynamic, he's not just "the tall, dark and handsome vampire" that seduces Buffy.

Buffy tells Spike things she wouldn't tell anybody else.

"These two" (Sarah/Buffy & James/Spike), yes, I agree 🤗- blue

Angel is described as an object of desire. Buffy falls in love because of his looks. If Angel wasn't attractive, would she have fallen for him? It's his body that "becomes the object of her gaze."

He really has his looks to offer. "He's tall, dark, and handsome" so he must be a love interest. "Otherwise what else would his purpose be?"

The analysis states that Angel functions as Buffy's "homme fatal," (An ultimately seductive and dangerous man; a womanizer) which gives a nod to Liam's character, his human self.

Joss explains the comparisons between souled and soulless Spike and his behavior/change. Soulless Spike didn't recognize boundaries.

JW still highlights that Spike needs development before he and Buffy become "lovers" again.

The writer of the character and the story states that this man can be redeemed.

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thechaotictheoryy · 1 month ago

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Unravel | 1. Over and Over

summary: What if you had chains around your heart but you were the one who put them there? If you took a look at Parker’s heart, you would see a nice beating heart but Parker felt there were heavy metal chains wrapped it. After years of a disconnected relationship with her parents and a hard break up with her boyfriend of four years, Parker Williams made her heart mentally chained. Declaring to never fall in love again but what happens when she meets a witty musician who is all about seeking love?

pairing: main character x hongjoong ft. ex! Yeosang

genre: (18+ minors dni), romance, fluff, lots of angst, coming to age, college au, smut, strangers to lovers, self discovery

word count: 3,872

chapter warnings: intense emotional breakdown, slight scene of self harm, cussing, basically just an introduction to Parker crazy ass

song rec for chapter: Complications by Junny ft. SOLE

a/n: Parker is a pansexual black woman who goes by she/they pronouns. Most characters in the story are Black or Korean except Sarah who is white. Story takes place in Los Angeles, CA. All of this is fiction and does not portray the real personalities of Hongjoong and Yeosang (and any other kpop idol who will appear in this story). Enjoy! :)

Have you ever heard of that quote that said all great love stories end in tragedy?

Romeo and Juliet, The Titanic, The Great Gatsby, The Hunchback of Notre Dame, and the West Side story. What do all of these stories have in common? You would say that it was unrequited love or two lovers that are head over heels for each other but end up dying.

But you’re wrong. The most common thing about these stories is that being selfish either leaves you heartbroken or it causes you to die. Love is a drug, a deadly drug that I never wanted to experience again.

I was running like my heart depended on it, not really acknowledging the fact that I have asthma and I have a mask on. I swear this pandemic has made my health go in circles and my ability to keep up with classes at a low point. It didn’t help the fact that it felt like death outside. It was fall and the only type of wind that was blowing felt like the devil was breathing in my face. My heavy book bag filled with my art supplies and two sketchbooks was pulling more weight on me and I didn’t have time to pick up my canvas.

I finally made it to the building I was supposed to be at and ran up the stairs, almost falling. My dorm being across campus didn't make my situation any better than it should be. You could hear the squeaky sound of my beat up retro 12s on the tiles. One thing about me, I would buy one pair of shoes and wear it till it was going to fall apart if it was my favorite.

Once I saw the door, I stopped running and tried to catch my breath. Checking the time on my watch, I was fucking 30 minutes late.. for the third time. This was one of the most important art classes I need to graduate from this shitty institute. I looked in the window and saw my classmates drawing on canvas. I opened the door and everyone's head snapped into my direction.

"Nice for you to join us Ms. Williams'" Mr. Cook said, crossing his arms.

"I know I'm late again but I have a good reason"

"You overslept..again" The class laughed at his comment.

"Okay you know the reason but I'm here" I took a seat at my station.

"Where's your canvas?"

"Funny story about that too"

As you could see, I'm kind of a class clown. I didn't mean to be this way but it's been my thing since I was in high school. Making people laugh just made me smile but getting myself in trouble was always the punishment for my goofiness. College was different though, you weren't sent to in school suspension or in a time out area. You and your professor would just argue till one of you got fed up. Mr. Cook knew my ways though so he was one of the best teachers in my eyes.

Mr. Cook was a middle-aged white guy with a nice ginger beard while having no hair on top of his head. He dressed like he was still in his 20s but his style wasn’t bad at all. He used to go to this university years ago. You could say that he was still fresh out of college because of his looks but it had been well over a decade since he crossed that graduation stage. We would hear all his stories about how he was a free spirited art student who wanted his paintings plastered in the galleries in New York City. He dreamed big which inspired me a lot because eventually when he turned 30, he had his first art show in the Pace Gallery.

I want to be like him one day.

"Just have a seat Parker and this is my last time giving you a canvas"

I sighed and nodded. I put my head down on the table and listened to the sounds of brushes and the birds speaking to each other. I loved art with every bone in my body so just listening to people paint or draw could make me fall asleep like a baby.

"Always late," Sarah said, laughing at me.

Sarah was like my classroom best friend, I could talk to her about the most random things and serious things in my life. I didn't tell her everything but I did to an extent.

"I was really late" I lifted myself up.

"Another one night stand"

"For your information, it wasn't that this time" I stuck my tongue at her.

"You always get the best sleep though so what kept you up this time?"

There was a pause and she looked at me, raising her eyebrow. I did it back at her and nodded.

"Again?"

"Again man"

"I told you stop messing with crazy girls Parker"

"Look, I just like sex. These girls always want something else"

"You better stop leading them on, I know how you can be sometimes"

I rolled my eyes playfully and put my head back down on the desk. To think that I didn't used to be like this. I was all about just being with one person and couldn't even think of myself messing around with different people honestly. But here I am, doing the thing I wish I didn’t start doing. I’m not addicted but it felt like I was filling a hole in my heart that I felt always growing bigger.

I guess that's what a broken heart can do to you.

"Maybe you should try the blind date thing that happens downtown every Friday"

"Blind dating? Me? Come on now", I looked at her.

"You never know till you try, they do it in a unique way"

"How so?"

"The two of you sit between this wall with your back facing it and just conversate with each other. You won't know what the person looks unless you both want to go on another date"

"Sounds like another way for me to stack up on my roster"

"There is no hope for you", she went back to the painting.

I laughed and took out my sketchpad and started drawing random things that popped up in my head. She is very right though, there is no hope for me to settle down again. I just didn't have it in me anymore, I was good with what I was doing right now and had no shame about it. Love just...isn't for me and I don't want to go through such hardship again. Every now and then I think about my past relationship, it really affected how I treat women and men now and how I go about the idea of dating. I see couples sometimes around school and get a little sad just because I used to be like them, I used to love someone so hard. Doesn't even help that we go to the same university.

I wondered would my heart ever be mended. The only thing holding it was the chains I had locked around it. It would take a fucking mircale for me to open up to someone in that aspect again. Love is a dangerous thing in this world. Feelings are things that can be manipulated and emotions are like glass that can be broken and shattered into a million pieces. I didn’t want to feel that again.

After an hour passed, class was dismissed and I walked out with Sarah, just having a random conversation. I got a text on my phone and started responding.

"Parker, maybe we should go the other way"

"Why?", I looked up.

I stopped walking and my feet felt stuck to the ground. Walking in my direction, talking to his friends was my ex-boyfriend Kang Yeosang. I haven't seen him since we broke up because I've been trying to keep my distance. My throat felt like it was closing and I could throw up at any second. All the blood in my body felt like it was rushing to my head. What was this feeling? Why was it happening? Why did he make me feel this way?

I didn't want to think about everything that happened between us including... the night we broke up. I felt someone pull my arm and I watched her walk past with friends. I felt Sarah wipe my face.

"What was that for?"

"You're crying"

"Shit", I wiped my face

"Parker"

"I'm okay, can we just head to get some food please?"

"Okay"

We started heading back to the cafe and I was just trying to process everything. Why was he on this side of campus? Isn't his department on the other side? Doesn't he live off campus now? I had so many questions in my head and I wanted them to stop because then I'll get into a mood where I'll think about her constantly for a few days.

I turned my head to still see him talking to his friends. His silky shoulder length black hair swung as he let out a laugh. His smile used to brighten my day when I wasn’t myself. It used to bring me happiness because I knew he was all I needed and more. When I was with him, I felt like I was an incomplete painting and he was the right color to come fix the disaster that I was.

He made my biggest fears fade. The sky looked so blue when he was with me and if I felt like my world was falling apart, I knew he would be right there to catch me. That was only in my head because none of it was real to him.

Behind the smiles and laughs, Yeosang was such an evil person. He didn't care how anyone felt except for himself and I didn't realize how toxic he was until our first year of dating but.. I never left. I stayed because I loved him, I still love him which is the sad part. I'm almost over the break up but I still love him. He was my first everything and the first person to understand me, which is why I hate that if he ever came back into my life..

I would fall right back into his hand.

"Parker, are you sure you are okay? You've been in deep thought", I heard Sarah say.

"Yeah I will be"

"When was the last time you saw him?"

"Since our break up"

"Damn, it's been that long?"

"I just wanted to avoid him and he was texting me after the fact so I blocked him on everything"

"You think he came to look for you"

I shrugged and I guess she took it as a sign to stop talking about it. I didn’t mean to close people out of my mind like that but it just happens when I don’t want to go deeper into how I feel. My vulnerability is definitely messed up. I scratched my scalp a little and sighed, I wasn't expecting my emotions to react like that. They were just spiraling out of control and I needed a shot or something to calm down my nerves. We finally made our way into the cafe. I felt myself bump into someone and I tripped a little.

"I'm so sorry," The person said.

"It's all good"

I looked at them and my eyes widened a little. He was… beautiful, it felt like his dark brown eyes were staring into my soul. His tan skin matched well with the mole that was right on his neck. His straight split dyed hair stood out to me the most. He was breathtaking and I don’t think I ever saw him before. He looked like he could make anyone melt at the way his eyes took you in. He slightly smiled at me then walked off, my eyes followed him and I felt my cheeks heat up.

"He's way out of your league" I heard a familiar voice say.

I turned and saw my cousin Jessica. Jessica was a senior here and she has always had my back since we were kids, she has seen me at my worst and my best. She was one of the few people I could run to and count on. She was annoying as shit though when it came to my love life.

"Shut up" I rolled my eyes.

"Just saying, I haven’t seen you date anyone as handsome as him"

"Now you know,” my mind drifted to Yeosang.

"I'm fucking with you, lunch on me"

We decided on what we wanted to do, then went outside to find a table. I enjoyed sitting outside and eating sometimes, it helped with finding inspiration for paintings for me to create, especially seeing the different faces on campus. Some people I see all the time, some of them I don't ever see again. I think it just depends on the person and what they are here.

I did hope I saw that guy again..

I picked at my salad a little, I can't believe seeing Yeosang again is messing with my head so bad. It was like my brain cells were bumping around each other and my conscious was screaming at me to forget about him. He was an annoyance to my emotions and a pain to my heart.

"Why are you not eating?" Jessica said.

I was quiet and continued to pick at my food.

"She saw that douche"

"Sarah!"

"That shit face, where did he go so I can knock him out?"

"I don't know, me and Sarah was coming from class when we saw him"

"Parker shedded some tears too", Sarah said, biting into her burger.

I glared at her and she shrugged at me.

"You still not over him Parker? It's been like a year"

"I was with him for four long years, you think I can just heal that fast?"

"I mean you been fucking other people so I would think so", I heard Sarah say.

It was all just to keep my mind busy. I didn't want to sit in my room and think about my ex all the fucking time. This was my way of coping but I didn't want them to know that because I knew I would get lectured. I know they wouldn't judge me completely but I didn't need them telling me that what I was doing wasn't a good idea.

"I just wanted to get back in the game, I don't need him and I don't ever want to again" I finally took a bite of my salad.

"That's my bitch" Jessica smiled at me.

I stuck my tongue out at her and she laughed.

I walked into my room from the shower and took my hair at the bun I had it in. I turned on My Hero Academia on my TV, just to give my room some sound. I checked my phone and saw I had some messages to respond to. I had a missed call which caught my eye, the number wasn't saved. I shrugged it off and started putting some lotion on. One of my flings was coming through tonight so I had to make sure for when they just pop up. I checked around my room to make sure it was clean. I hated when everything wasn't organized.

I heard my phone vibrate and I saw it was the number that I had a missed call from. I hesitated but I picked it up and answered it.

"Hello?"

"..Parker"

My eyes widened at the voice. Why now? Was I being played with?

"What?"

"I just want to talk to you"

"I have nothing to say to you Yeosang, what could you possibly want to talk about?"

"You never let me explain what happened that night, you just immediately cut me off. I was looking for you earlier near your department"

So he was looking for me. No wonder he was on that side of campus, the only time he ever came was when we were together and he met me there before we went to lunch.

..Or when he would watch me paint, he said he loved watching me in the zone. He told me before that my paintings belong in someone’s gallery. That was the goal I wanted to reach. Not just for me but.. For him too, since he was my lover and I wanted to share my happiness with him.

"Yeosang you cheated on me and not only was it that night, it was through half of our relationship. You made me look like an idiot! Stop calling me and don't talk to me ever again!"

“Parker!”

I hung up the phone and blocked the number. I felt tears roll down my cheeks and I quickly wiped them. Why now? Why did he have to call me? Why couldn't he just leave me alone like he's been doing. I went into the bathroom and wiped my eyes. I looked in the mirror and I don't know what came over me but all I could feel was anger.

Next thing I know I punched the mirror... multiple times. I hit it so many times, the feeling in my hand was becoming a little numb. It probably was from all the adrenaline that was coursing through my body.

"Parker!" I heard my roommates yell.

I was so angry that I didn't even hear them run into my room at that moment. I felt them both grab my arm and I looked at them. They had sad looks on their faces and the tears kept coming down my face. I dropped to the ground and just cried. I felt arms wrap around me and hands rubbing my back.

I was such a fucking mess. I wasn't over it, no matter how many times I tried to tell myself. I wasn't over him, I was heartbroken. I was angry, I was sad, I was so hurt because how could she do that to me? Someone that he supposedly loved? Someone that he said he would marry someday?

He kept feeding me false fantasies and bullshit.

All of it was a fucking lie and he knew it the whole time being with me.

I snapped out of my breakdown and saw them holding a towel on my hand. I looked at them and they looked at me with such fear in their eyes.

"I'm fine guys,” I wiped my face with my other hand.

"What happened? We ran in and you were punching the mirror", My suitemate Kayla said.

"I just had a moment"

"Parker, we know when you have depressing moments but this was different,” my other suitemate Nicole spoke.

"Something set me off, I don't want to talk about but my hand really hurts"

"You may have glass in it, let me go get my first aid kit," Nicole got up and ran to her room.

"Let's go sit on your bed" Kayla helped me up and we walked to my bed.

I felt pathetic that they were helping me and embarrassed that they had to see me like this. I don't hide my feelings but I don't like showcasing them like this. It makes me feel weak and I don't like looking weak in front of other people, especially since I'm the strong friend. I like being there for others and not wanting to be a burden to others.

Nicole came back in and together, they both cleaned and wrapped my hand up. They kept worrying so I finally told them about my day and what was on my mind. They just listened to me and listened. I have known Nicole and Kayla since my freshman year. I didn't consider them my best friends but they were somewhat like sisters that I wish I had. They were people I wished I met when I was growing up.

"Sounds like an eventful day," Nicole said.

"I guess, I just wished he would not contacted me at all"

"I think you should try the blind date thing, you never know you could find someone who wants to take it further with you" Kayla rubbed my back.

"I don't really want to date right now"

"Y'all could just vibe, doesn't necessarily have to take you out of the game completely" Nicole laughed.

Our heads snapped when there was a knock on the door. They both looked at me with their eyebrows raised, I did a slight smile and shrugged.

"You always have company" Nicole said

"Maybe they can relax me" I stood up.

They laughed and shook their heads at me while heading out of my room. I quickly cleaned up the broken glass in the bathroom and then went to the door. I opened and there was Danielle Strickland standing there with her arms crossed. Danielle was leader of the school’s dance team. She was kind of at the top of my list, I have sex with her the most out of everyone that comes over.

"What happened to your hand?" She walked inside and straight to my room.

"Had a little accident" I shut the door and followed her. I closed the door to my room and she sat down on my bed.

"I could have came tomorrow"

"I need this, I'm a little stressed" I sat down beside her.

Shee smirked at me then kissed me. Me and Danielle were fuck buddies but we were also friends so I guess you could say friends with benefits? We didn't really label, we just knew we were just two people who wanted to have sex with each other. She came onto me first and I took the bait. She told me that she had wanted me since the first time she saw me our freshman year.

Crazy, right?

Yeosang always kept me away from her and didn't like me going to basketball games because of Danielle. They even got into a really bad screaming match each other after one of the games and here I am having sex with her after we break up. Danielle wanted to be with me and she wanted more but I couldn't give her what she wanted right now.. I don't know if I ever will. It wasn't like she wasn't my type but it was just something about her that made me not want to be in a relationship with her.

I don't know if it was my conscience or the constant voice I had in my head telling me not to do it. I tried to not look too much about and enjoy the moments that we shared together. Also, I just realized how young I am and I shouldn't be ready to settle down so early. I have a lot of time and I don't feel the need to rush it anymore. I wanted to enjoy my last two years here in college and enjoy my youth.

I want to try new things. I want to experience things that make me feel uncomfortable.

I wanted to have those memories I could play over and over again and never forget when I get older.

Taglist: @hwaslayer

a/n: thank you for reading the first chapter! If you would like to be on the tag list just let me know :)

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sapphicreadsdb · 1 year ago

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Hi do you by chance have any sapphic fantasy recs? preferably adult fantasy but YA is fine too

sure! tho this could will get quite long... no links, sorry!, bc it was kicking up a fuss with those for some reason

+ = ya

pennyblade by j.l. worrad

lady hotspur by tessa gratton

sofi and the bone song by adrienne tooley (+)

she who became the sun by shelley parker chan

the scapegracers by h.a. clarke (+)

the third daughter by adrienne tooley (+)

the daughters of izdihar by hadeer elsbai

the malevolent seven by sebastien de castell

blackheart knights by laure eve

the warden by daniel m. ford

the unbroken by c.l. clark

dark earth by rebecca stott

witch king by martha wells

scorpica by g.r. macallister

the mirror empire by kameron hurley

now she is witch by kirsty logan

silverglass by j.f. rivkin

the woman who loved the moon and other stories by elizabeth a. lynn

...(this answer is how i discover there's a character limit per block so. doing this in chunks.)

fire logic by laurie j. marks

a restless truth by freya marske

when angels left the old country by sacha lamb (+)

the traitor baru cormorant by seth dickinson

an archive of brightness by kelsey socha

the bladed faith by david dalglish

the winged histories by sofia samatar

dragonoak by sam farren

the forever sea by joshua phillip johnson

into the broken lands by tanya huff

the jasmine throne by tasha suri

daughter of redwinter by ed mcdonald

the last magician by lisa maxwell (+)

the fire opal mechanism by fran wilde

...

the black coast by mike brooks

high times in the low parliament by kelly robson

foundryside by robert jackson bennett

the enterprise of death by jesse bullington

mamo by sas milledge (+)

from dust, a flame by rebecca podos (+)

uncommon charm by emily bergslien & kat weaver

wild and wicked things by francesca may

the unspoken name by a.k. larkwood

brother red by adrian selby

the final strife by saara el-arifi

way of the argosi by sebastien de castell (+)

the bone shard daughter by andrea stewart

ghost wood song by erica waters (+)

into the crooked place by alexandra christo (+)

ashes of the sun by django wexler

the midnight girls by alicia jasinska (+)

the midnight lie by marie rutkoski (+)

the never tilting world by rin chupeco (+)

water horse by melissa scott

...

a master of djinn by p. djeli clark

the good luck girls by charlotte nicole davis (+)

among thieves by m.j. kuhn

black water sister by zen cho

the velocity of revolution by marshall ryan maresca

sweet & bitter magic by adrienne tooley (+)

the dark tide by alicia jasinska (+)

the library of the unwritten by a.j. hackwith

a dark and hollow star by ashley shuttleworth (+)

the chosen and the beautiful by nghi vo

the councillor by e.j. beaton

these feathered flames by alexandra overy (+)

the factory witches of lowell by c.s. malerich

fireheart tiger by aliette de bodard

...

city of lies by sam hawke

bestiary by k-ming chang

the raven and the reindeer by t. kingfisher

the winter duke by claire eliza bartlett (+)

master of poisons by andrea hairston

the empress of salt and fortune by nghi vo

night flowers shirking from the light of the sun by li xing

down comes the night by allison saft (+)

wench by maxine kaplan (+)

girls made of snow and glass by melissa bashardoust (+)

girls of paper and fire by natasha ngan (+)

the impossible contract by k.a. doore

burning roses by s.l. huang

the house of shattered wings by aliette de bodard

not for use in navigation by iona datt sharma

weak heart by ban gilmartin

girl, serpent, thorn by melissa bashardoust (+)

the devil's blade by mark alder

...

we set the dark on fire by tehlor kay mejia (+)

the true queen by zen cho

moontangled by stephanie burgis

a portable shelter by kirsty logan

sing the four quarters by tanya huff

all the bad apples by moira fowley doyle (+)

the drowning eyes by emily foster

the priory of the orange tree by samantha shannon

miranda in milan by katharine duckett

the afterward by e.k. johnston (+)

thorn by anna burke

penhallow amid passing things by iona datt sharma

in the vanishers' palace by aliette de bodard

summer of salt by katrina leno (+)

the gracekeepers by kirsty logan

out of the blue by sophie cameron (+)

black wolves by kate elliott

the circle by sara b. elfgren & mats strandberg (+)

unspoken by sarah rees brennan (+)

thistlefoot by gennarose nethercott

passing strange by ellen klages

(and breathe)

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60sloveletter · 22 days ago

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10 classic films for beginners

Which hopefully aren’t too basic

Vivacious woman

Summary - College town life gets turned upside down after a button-down botany professor secretly weds a sizzling nightclub singer.

Notes: Jimmy Stewart and Ginger Rogers have incredible chemistry, definitely worth a watch if you love rom-coms!!

Don’t bother to knock

Summary - An airline pilot pursues a live-in babysitter at his hotel and gradually realizes she is not as stable as perhaps she should be.

Notes: one of my favourite Marilyn Monroe performances. This is a one of a kind performance in her catalogue and well worth the watch

The Hitch Hiker

Summary: Roy and Gilbert's fishing trip takes a terrifying turn when the hitchhiker they pick up turns out to be a sociopath on the run from the law. He's killed before, and he lets the two know that as soon as they're no longer useful, he'll kill again. The two friends plot an escape, but the hitchhiker's peculiar physical affliction, an eye that never closes even when he sleeps, makes it impossible for them to tell when they can make a break for it.

Notes: a female directed thriller, the suspense of this story is enough to keep you entertained for the whole run time

Repulsion

Summary: Beautiful young manicurist Carole suffers from androphobia (the pathological fear of interaction with men). When her sister and roommate, Helen, leaves their London flat to go on an Italian holiday with her married boyfriend, Carole withdraws into her apartment. She begins to experience frightful hallucinations, her fear gradually mutating into madness.

Notes: Roman Polanskis first film on English, it really shines in both direction and the performance from Catherine Deneuve

The red shoes

Summary: In this classic drama, Vicky Page is an aspiring ballerina torn between her dedication to dance and her desire to love. While her imperious instructor, Boris Lermontov, urges to her to forget anything but ballet, Vicky begins to fall for the charming young composer Julian Craster.

Eventually Vicky, under great emotional stress, must choose to pursue either her art or her romance, a decision that carries serious consequences.

Notes: the technicolour in this movie really shines against the ballet sequences, if you love ballet, a tortured artist or just some beautiful cinematography, give this a watch.

Roman holiday

Summary: Overwhelmed by her suffocating schedule, touring European princess Ann takes off for a night while in Rome. When a sedative she took from her doctor kicks in, however, she falls asleep on a park bench and is found by an American reporter, Joe Bradley, who takes her back to his apartment for safety. At work the next morning, Joe finds out Ann's regal identity and bets his editor he can get exclusive interview with her, but romance soon gets in the way.

Notes: if you’re looking for a movie that feels like a warm hug, try this. Romantic and a gorgeous Gregory Peck, what more do you need

Angel face

Summary: Ambulance driver Frank Jessup is ensnared in the schemes of the sensuous but dangerous Diane Tremayne.

Notes: An almost predictable noir, it’s highly enjoyable seeing Jean Simmons in this type of role

The children’s hour

Summary: A private all-girls boarding school is scandalized when one spiteful student accuses the two young women who run it of having a romantic relationship.

Notes: Audrey Hepburn and Shirley MacLaine add such emotion to this story, making anyone enthralled by the tragic story

The shop around the corner

Summary: Two employees at a gift shop can barely stand one another, without realising that they are falling in love through the post as each other's anonymous pen pal.

Notes: Jimmy Stewart is so charming in this, an amazing watch around the holiday season

Bonnie and Clyde

Summary: In the 1930s, bored waitress Bonnie Parker falls in love with an ex-con named Clyde Barrow and together they start a violent crime spree through the country, stealing cars and robbing banks.

Notes: Faye Dunaways outfits are enough to make you watch this, her berets really brought the trend to life again

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v3nusxsky · 2 years ago

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no more sad prentiss fics please 🧎‍♀️my official request for something wholesome and happy. Prentiss having a crush on R and remembering her coffee order/bringing it in every morning and being teased by tara and jj for it. during girls night reader is hit on by a stranger and she finally works up the courage to confess her feelings. and then, somethin smutty. (so sad ending 🤨)

Acts of service 18+

*Authors note~ I'm sorry about the sad prentiss fics I was going through something and poor em got the angst. I hope this makes up for it! Here's to a more lighter fic*

Trigger warnings~ daddy em sub r strap on oral praise degrading, ownership ? Thigh riding

Prompt~ see ask^^^^

Love languages are a funny thing that completely make sense with the psychology sides of love. Emily Prentiss prided herself on being an attentive lover. Her job at the BAU provided her with an excellent use of her skills. Observing people is second nature to the raven haired woman so it's no surprise that she watched you, committing things to memory. Truly, Emily was crushing on you, but not confident in your sexuality to be as bold to ask you out. So she found other ways to show love and attention, like memorising what beverage you brought to work everyday, how you stuck to a similar routine unless their was a case, how you ran your tongue over your lips in concentration or thought, when you got anxious you messed with your fingers. Yes Emily observed you from afar, afraid that's all she'd ever be able to do.

It became a ritual for Emily, she would arrive to work a few minutes earlier than you, with a hot chocolate with cream and chocolate pan au chocolate. Then when you arrived a few minutes later you would be greeted by breakfast all ready and waiting for you. You never knew who or why but it was always welcomed by you. The little action of care truly warmed your heart and made your Morning that bit better.

JJ and Tara however knew exactly who was behind the breakfast and couldn't help but tease their friend about the crush. After all Emily truly deserved some love and happiness in her life since Doyle and when SSA Parker joined the BAU a spark returned in the raven haired woman that they had missed. Teasing Emily was second nature, the whole team functioning as if they were a big happy family. It was only natural that they delighted in her blushes at the mention of you.

Girls night was something you always looked forward to. Luckily there was no case tonight, so you, Tara, JJ, Emily, Alex and Garcia were all heading out for a few drinks. You can't say you were wearing much different than what you wore to work which was some skin tight black jeans and a simple wine coloured blouse, if you got cold you'd always shove your FBI jacket on to keep warm. It was quite common for the ladies to wear similar clothing, although Alex preferred her suits and Garcia preferred her brighter clothing.

"My round guys?" You murmured happily. Receiving nods of approval you set off to the bar to get another round in, that was when she saw her opportunity. "Hey sweetheart, you alone tonight baby" the women purred at you, "I'm Alexis!" "Hey" you mumbled shyly watching as she lent against the bar in attempt to gain your attention. You were vaguely aware of Emily's eyes boring into your back. "I'm, not interested" you smiled hoping to soften the blow but she immediately became frustrated. "Then you shouldn't come here dressed like a whore!" She spat at you before coming to stop you the bar.

"Angel? Did you get those drinks?" Emily murmured into your ear, a hand circling around your waist protectively. "I uh um yeah here" you stuttered handing her two drinks to carry while you held the tray of the others. Emily even made a active effort to flash her gun causing the offending woman to scamper off. "Are you okay angel?" Emily murmured as you made it back to the table. A subtle nod, was all she offered before drinking in silence.

"Guys I'm gonna take misses here home" Emily murmured to the rest of the team while you were seemingly zoned out. "Look after her Em" Garcia whispered and JJ couldn't help but tease with a slight giggle, "don't fuck her too hard em!" Which you were met a quick glare. "Hey angel! Wait up love" Emily murmured hurrying after you only to find that you had tears silently streaming down your cheeks as you attempted to leave, forgetting you didn't drive here.

"Sweetheart, why are you crying?" She mumbled coming to stop you from walking and wiped your tears. "I didn't want her! I wanted you!" You sobbed not even worrying about the fact you just told your boss that you wanted her. "Who do you think gets your hot chocolate and cream with your pastry every morning?" The little shocked gasp you let out was truly adorable and she couldn't help but find you adorable, "That was you?!" "Yes angel, let me drive you home?" Her question sounding timid and insecure as if you'd say no. "Em? Go to yours?" You whimpered feeling relieved when she nodded in approval.

Together you both walked into Emily's apartment and got settled on her sofa. "Angel? You know I care about you so very much and I want you to be mine. Can I kiss you?" She whispered causing you not nod. The kiss started off sweet and innocent but the pent up desire from the past months began to rear their head. A little whimper escaped your lips as Emily lifted you to straddle her thigh, "oh Em!"

Pulling away to rest your foreheads against one another, "em, please" you whimpered, "sweetheart are you sure?" With a needy kiss in confrontation you began to slowly roll your hips down against her toned thigh. "Oh fuck" you whined causing her to grip onto your hips to guide those movements. "Oh sweetheart, fuck I've wanted this for so long" she purred into your ear."Please ems" you mewled still drenching her thigh and your pants plus your underwear. "Shall we angel?" She teased before scooping you up so she could kiss you. The kind of kiss to make your toes curl. Emily set you down gently before stripping all your clothing and copying for her own. "Are you sure my love?"

"Please" you whimpered unable to tear your eyes from her body. "Okay angel, at any time you can say red and I'll stop" she murmured cupping your cheek and holding your gaze. "Yes" you nodded. "Kneel" she demanded and chuckling as you instantly fell to your knees in front of her. "Such an obedient thing for daddy" she tried hesitantly, only to see just how much you enjoyed the wording. "Daddy's perfect girl aren't you baby?"

"Be a good doll and make daddy cum" she commanded pointing to the bed to indicate she wanted you on your back. You scrambled to follow her order to be rewarded by her sitting on your face and lowering her soaked folds to your lips. "Oh fuck daddy you smell so good" you murmured happily before licking and sucking at her folds. "Oh good girl, such a good little slut for daddy, keep going baby. Oh god" she whimpered, your hands coming to clutch her thighs in order to keep her in position.

"Oh fuck gonna cum, gonna cum so fucking much whore" she mewled as you sucked harshly on her bundle of nerves causing her to let go all over your face. "Oh fuck talented little dolly for daddy" she panted as her hips finally slowed from rocking on your face. "Good girl, fuck baby want to own you, take you with my strap, can I love? Can daddy fuck you nice and hard" she panted climbing off your face. "Oh god daddy please own me make me yours" you mewled happily wiping your chin of her slick.

"Flip onto your hands and knees baby" she murmured while adorning her strap. "Angel colour?" She murmured as she applied a generous coating of lube to the faux cock. "Green please need you inside. Need your dick daddy" you whimpered rocking your hips backwards into the air. "Pathetic slut,you'd let me do anything now wouldnt you? Hmm slut?" She teased adding an explanatory spark to your ass. "Oh god! Fuck me please please, make me forget daddy!"

Emily eagerly slipped the silicone cock into your cunt. "Oh fuck! Angel you're taking me so good" she murmured watching your cunt drag her cock into your folds. "Fuck fuck daddy fuck god Jesus more" you mewled over and over again. The thrusts became ruthless and merciless, "fuck god this pussy" she panted happily. "Daddy daddy daddy oh god need cum" you whined causing her to reach around your waist and rub tight circles on your clit. "Daddy fuck me god" you screamed as you drenched the cock squirting as well from the pleasure. She slowed her thrusts to help bring you through the come down before slipping out of your cunt. "So good baby, such a good angel for me" she murmured tossing the strap to the side and coming to hold you. "Can daddy get you anything?"

"No daddy just hold me" you whimpered snuggling into the raven haired woman's neck, "mmm love you ems" you mumbled sleepily causing the older woman to smile. "I love you too my Angel."

Word count~ 1606

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sacredjake · 2 years ago

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To Be Loved By You

pairing: sam kiszka x reader

word count: 4.1k

warnings: angst, pining, fluff, drinking. let me know if i missed anything

i’ve gone back and forth on this fic and almost wasn’t going to post it, but here we are. this fic is very, very loosely based off the song To Be Loved By You by Parker McCollum. every time i heard it i just had this vision in my head for some reason and needed it out :) huge thank you to @malany-gvf and @gretasimp for proofreading and editing <3

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“So? What do you think?”

The words bounced around in your head, creating a hollow echo against your brain. You should be ecstatic, over the moon, jumping with joy. Part of you was, but another part of you just felt sad. And you hated yourself for it.

“Oh my god… Is it that bad?!” Seth’s panicked words brought you back from the corner in your mind where you had been hiding away.

“Oh no! No! Seth, it’s perfect. Em is going to absolutely freak and say yes. Honestly, you planned the perfect proposal and I am so excited for you both!” You quickly shoved your sadness deep down to reassure him that his engagement proposal to your best friend is perfect.

And it was. Seth had everything planned out exactly as you would expect, so when your best friend, Emily, said “yes” you were not surprised in the slightest. You were extremely happy for them both, but it also loomed over you as a reminder of how awful your own love life was.

You had never been in a serious relationship and every date you went on was an utter disaster. The guy was either a creep, or wasn’t interested in actually dating. After so many years of your closest friends falling in love and getting married, you were starting to turn bitter and sad about the subject of love entirely.

“Ugh, Sam, you should’ve seen it. It was absolutely perfect, and of course she said yes because I mean, how could she not?!” You exasperate over the phone to your best friend as you walk inside your apartment and drop your keys on the kitchen counter.

“And the way he looked at her? My god he looked at her like she was the only woman to ever walk the earth. And when she said yes? I just can’t even take it anymore. I am beyond happy for her, I am, but when is it gonna be my turn? When am I going to fall in love? When am I going to have a guy look at me like I am the only woman to ever exist?”

Sam gave you a hefty sigh from the other end of the phone as you continued to ramble and pity yourself, voice beginning to crack from the heavy emotions you felt.

You made your way through your apartment towards your bathroom to get ready for bed, petting your cat who lay on the armrest of the couch along the way.

“C’mon y/n, stop talking like that. There are tons of guys out there who would fall at your feet if you so much as glanced their way. Maybe your time is coming soon.” Sam effectively cut off your rambling, but his words of optimism didn’t help. If anything they drove you closer to tears.

As you entered the bathroom, you could feel your throat closing and water starting to prickle in your eyes, your chest tightening with hurt and sorrow. You shut the door with your back pressed against the wood and slide down the length of it until you were sitting on the cool tile.

“Don’t say that to me, Sam. Please. I’ll only get my hopes up for nothing to happen. Constantly reminded that I’m unloved.” You choked back a sob trying not to cry to your best friend on the phone. You have done enough of that these days.

Sam has heard and seen it all. He was the person you were able to go to with these things because unlike all of your other friends, he was single. He knew what it felt like to be lonely and want someone to share things with. But my god was he so optimistic and hopeful with you, always ensuring that there was someone out there for you.

“You are not unlovable, Angel. Far from it. You just need to… I don’t know… gain a new perspective on things?” His nickname for you caused another round of sobs to wrack through your body. It wasn’t often that he called you Angel anymore, but when he did it was always in situations like this. When you needed it most.

He sounded sad and longing, but you were too wrapped up in your own pity to even notice. It stayed silent for a few moments while you tried to pull it together, Sam giving you time to gather yourself.

“I think I’m going to go to bed. Could you do me a favor?”

“Anything for you, Angel.”

“Could you be my plus one for this wedding? I know I will be in the bridal party, but I don’t think I can stomach it without you.” Tears threatened to fall from your eyes once again as you spoke.

“I would love to be your plus one. I’ll be there.” His voice was soft and gentle, calming your emotions once again. You took a deep breath and stood from your place on the ground.

“Thank you, Sam. I appreciate you so much.” You gave a slight smile even though he couldn’t see you.

“Anytime, Angel. I’m always here. Get some rest, okay? Goodnight.” You could picture the look on his face perfectly in your mind. Eyes and smile soft and warm on his face as he bid you goodnight.

“Goodnight, Sam.” Ending the call and you continued your regular nightly routine, but still feeling weighed down by your own heart, the sadness lingering. You knew eventually it would subside, but tonight was another night in which you would fall asleep alone, wishing for the comfort of another.

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As the months passed on, Emily had asked you to be a bridesmaid, as you had suspected she would. You were thrilled to be a part of her big day in this way, but being a bridesmaid also meant you were constantly talking about wedding things and love. Which songs they will play, what song they wanted their first dance as a married couple to be, what kind of cake and flowers and decorations they would have. It was exhausting.

By the time the wedding rolled around you were grateful the whole ordeal was going to be over. Part of it was the stress of having bridesmaid responsibilities, but the other was because it was a constant reminder that you were alone. All of the other bridesmaids were either taken or married which didn’t help the resentment towards love that you were beginning to feel after months of helping plan this wedding. Not that you would ever let it show around them or Em, but you couldn’t wait to be out from under its crushing weight.

You vented to Sam about the wedding and how you felt, frequently. You would have felt bad constantly burdening him with your emotions had you been able to see past them. He never faltered and always seemed willing to listen and give advice. You were thankful that you had him, and even more thankful that he still agreed to come with you to the wedding.

“Alright people! It’s showtime!” Em’s sister, Audrey gathered the attention of the bridal party, signaling that the wedding was about to begin. You walked over to Em one last time before finding your place among the other bridesmaids.

“Congratulations, Em. You deserve all the happiness in the world, and I am so happy for you.” You lightly grasped her shoulders as you spoke. Tears began to well in both of your eyes and deciding neither of you could afford to ruin your makeup now you added with a pointed finger, “And if Seth ever hurts you, I will kick his ass.” Causing you both to laugh lightly.

“I know you will, y/n. I know you will.” She shook her head giggling slightly. You let go of her shoulder to give her a tight hug, basking in each other for a moment. You pulled away from Em giving her a soft smile before joining the other bridesmaids to begin the wedding procession.

As you joined the groomsman you had been paired with and marched down the aisle, you searched for Sam. His eyes found yours in the crowd of people sitting in the pews and he shot you a smile and wink, earning a smile from you in return.

The way Seth watched Em walk down the aisle pulled on your heart, drawing it near your stomach. His eyes were solely focused on her, tears threatening to break through as she approached closer with every step. You longed for someone to look at you that way, to love you that deeply and strongly.

The ceremony was beautiful and filled with tears from all throughout the church. You cheered loudly as the newlyweds walked out to their awaiting car to be swept off towards the reception venue. Eventually you were able to find Sam among the sea of people leaving their places in the pews.

“Thank you for coming, Sam.” You greeted him with a hug and bright smile, though he could see the sadness that held your eyes. He immediately wrapped his arms around your frame, hugging you close with his chin resting lightly on the top of your head. He was intoxicating. His warmth, his smell, his touch, everything about him soothed you and drew you in.

“Anything for you, always.” He squeezes you tightly before letting go. Gesturing you to walk outside, you followed his direction out of the church and into the warm spring air.

“Nice suit, I didn’t know you could clean up this well.” You nodded to his outfit of choice. He was wearing a deep red blazer and dress pants set that complimented his skin well. You ran your hand down the sleeve of his blazer feeling the crushed red velvet beneath your fingers.

“Not so bad yourself. I think fuschia suits you.” He nodded his head back towards you and gave you a wink. You wrinkled your nose and pretended to gag at his words.

“Please, you know I hate the color pink.”

“You never listen, huh? This isn’t just pink, it’s fuschia.” Sam huffed jokingly. Shaking your head you lightly shoved his shoulder with your hand, barely pushing him away from you.

“It’s still a shade of pink, dummy.” You looked around and noticed that most of the guests had cleared out of the vicinity, more than likely heading to the reception hall. “We should probably get going though. Mind if I ride with you to the reception? I rode with Audrey here.”

“Not at all. This way, milady.” Sam held his arm out for you to loop yours through, guiding you to his car. Your time with Sam didn’t last long, as you had to perform your last bridesmaid duty. Pictures.

You didn’t mind this aspect of being a bridesmaid, it was just extremely tedious, and you were not a fan of having your picture taken. You were relieved when the photographer announced that they would be taking pictures of the newlyweds and you were free to join the guests in the reception hall.

As you walked into the open ballroom you began scanning the area for Sam, finding him sitting at a table with his back to you, in what looked to be a deep conversation with a girl. She was laughing at something he said with her hand on his upper arm, leaning in closer to him. You instantly felt anger bubbling inside of you, rising up to your face. You couldn’t explain why you felt this way, but you were definitely feeling an odd tinge of jealousy. Deciding to bypass Sam and the girl, you walked straight to the bar to order a drink. Thank god Em and Seth insisted on having an open bar, you were going to need the liquor.

As you waited in line, you felt a hand gently land on the backside of your tricep. Turning your head slightly you were met with Sam’s face looking down at you, a soft smile gracing his lips. You offered the best smile you could muster, shoving the ugly green monster back into his little box and turned back to face the bar.

Sam still felt the shift in your mood as you turned away from him without a word. He dropped his hand from your arm, and opted to not bring it up in fear that it would only upset you further.

“What can I get for you?” The bartender looked up from the current order they were working on as you approached the bar.

“Can I have a jack and coke, please?” Sam glanced at you, eyebrows raised in surprise at the drink you ordered. You didn’t drink jack and coke unless you were planning on getting drunk, fast, and he knew it.

“And for you?” The bartender looked towards Sam waiting to fill his order.

“Tequila soda, please.” The bartender got to work on your drinks as you and Sam stood in silence. In a few moments you both had your drinks and were heading back towards the table you saw Sam sitting at with the girl earlier. Although, this time she was nowhere to be found.

“Drinking heavy tonight?” Sam nodded his head towards the drink in your hand as you sat down, taking a sip of your jack and coke.

“I figured I’d need something stronger than my usual to get me through tonight.” You shrugged, taking another sip. You weren’t sure it was even possible, but his eyes softened more at your reply. He rested his hand on your knee and gave it a light squeeze. Even through the fabric of your dress, your skin felt warm under his touch.

His hand didn’t linger for long as he picked up his glass and tilted it towards yours. “Then drink we shall.” He gently knocked his glass against yours before lifting it to his lips.

The night went on, and Sam helped lift your mood as toasts were made, food was served and drinks were downed. You were definitely feeling slightly drunk from the rounds of drinks you frequently got, and that helped to soothe the sting of heartache. However, your mood quickly turned sour once again as the cake was being cut and the couple shared their first dance as husband and wife.

“Why can’t I have that? Look at the way they’re staring into each other’s eyes… I want someone to love me like that.” You sighed, chin resting on your arm that was draped over the back of your chair. “No one has ever looked at me that way. No one has ever wanted me that way.” You cast your eyes down to the empty drink in your hand and sighed again.

“I’m going to get another drink.”

You stood, earning a huff from Sam as you set the glass on the table. His large hand wrapped around your wrist as you began to leave, stopping you in your tracks. You turned back to face him, shooting him a questioning look, eyebrows raised.

“I think you’ve had enough, y/n.” Sam’s voice was stern as his downturned eyes bore into your own. You scoffed at him. Anger seeped into your body, boiling in your veins. Who was he to cut you off?

“Excuse me?” You bit back at him, tone venomous as you tried to pull your wrist from his grasp to no avail. He wasn’t budging, his hand like a vice around your wrist.

Still holding onto you he rose out of his seat coming face to face with you. “God, how blind are you?!” His voice was hushed so as to not draw attention, but his tone was cutting, teeth clenched. You stared at him, eyes wide, confused and not daring to speak. You had never seen Sam so angry before, and especially not so quickly.

“You don’t see it, do you? Of course you don’t, you’re so self-absorbed in your own sorrow to even notice.” His hand finally let go of your wrist at his last word slicing through the air. You stood there shocked and shaking from anger.

“What the hell are you-“

“Forget it, y/n.” Sam shook his head before he stormed off towards the exit of the reception hall. You stood there for just a moment as he walked by before you turned on your heel and stormed after him. Thankfully no one noticed the interaction between the two of you as they were all watching the happy couple dance.

Sam exited the hall through a small door that led out into the foyer of the building with you hot on his heels. The room was dark, only being lit from the moon and lightning flashes as a thunderstorm rolled in. “Go away, y/n. Leave me alone.” He spat as he continued to walk towards the exit of the building, crossing the room quickly due to the stride of his long legs.

“No! What the hell are you talking about?! Why are you so angry?” You practically yelled and he stopped in his tracks, one hand resting on each of the giant double doors that lead outside. He shook his head and gave a cold, mirthless laugh as a flash of lightning cracked across the sky, illuminating the mostly empty room for a short, fleeting moment.

“That’s exactly it! Don’t you get it? You don’t even realize!” He pushed away from the door, turning back to walk towards you.

“Realize what, Sam?!”

“What the hell does a man have to do to be loved by you?!” He stopped in front of you, his face less than a foot from your own, breaths coming out heavy and uneven. His tone was angry and frantic, but his face was sad and pleading. Desperate, wanting. Begging.

“Tell me! Enlighten me, please! What do I have to do for you to love me back?!” You felt your entire body turn cold and rigid as Sam confessed his love to you, a small gasp hung in the back of your throat.

“You always come to me crying. Angry. Longing… And it kills me everytime! I hate seeing you cry. I hate knowing that when we hang up you cry yourself to sleep because I know you hate sleeping alone. I am in agony over you, constantly. So what do I have to do?” His voice was as pleading as his eyes this time. All of him begging for you to see him. To love him. To love him the way he loved you. You began to feel your throat and chest tighten as tears pricked your eyes.

“What more do I need to do to show you that you are loved? That I love you?! That I have always loved you? You want someone to look at you like that? I do. I have always been right. here.” He punctuated the last two words with anger and sorrow causing you to blink as they flew from his mouth.

“Sam, I- I never-“ You began to speak, but Sam cut you off.

“You never what? Noticed?” He spat, causing you to recoil slightly and take a step back as you nodded your head.

“You never noticed because you’re too busy watching happy couples and feeling sorry for yourself! Maybe if you looked at me, you would’ve noticed I’ve been looking at you. Waiting for you.” You stood still letting what he said sink in. He was right. You had been so self-absorbed that you didn’t realize Sam had been there all along.

Every bad date, every phone call, all the times you cried to him and he would suggest there was someone out there who loved you, that your time for love was maybe around the corner. While you had been waiting for love, he had been waiting for you. Waiting for you to notice him. To love him.

Tears uncontrollably rolled down your cheeks as you stood there in silence, staring at one another while lightning illuminated the room more frequently, the storm approaching faster. Sam instantly softened at the sight of tears littering your face, beginning to smear your makeup.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that. Please don’t cry, Angel.” He sighed, raising his hands up to your cheeks to pat away the tears as they continued to fall, not wanting to ruin your makeup any further.

“No, Sam, you’re right. I’ve only been thinking of myself. All I ever do is talk about my feelings and what’s wrong with me and my love life. Not only have I been a terrible friend, but I’ve also been missing what's right in front of me.” You brought your hand to lay over his, leaning your face into his touch and closing your eyes. “I’m so sorry, Sam. I truly don’t deserve you in any way.”

“Hey, don’t do that. Look at me, Angel.” He lifted his hand from your face to skirt his fingers down your cheek to the underside of your jaw and finally stopped under your chin, angling your face up to his. His other hand dropped to your hip, resting lightly. Your eyes fluttered open instantly being met with his milk chocolate irises, a smile growing on his face.

“Hi.” He breathed out as his hand under your chin fell to rest on your other hip, holding you close to him.

“Hey.” It came out as a broken whisper, barely audible, even to your own ears.

“I’m going to kiss you now. Okay?” His breath fanned across your face while he spoke, and you nodded your head giving him permission. His right hand snaked up from your waist to cradle the back of your neck as he leaned in closer, sending chills across your body. His lips were soft and gentle against your own, and you found yourself melting into him. The kiss only lasted a few moments before he pulled away, resting his forehead against yours and sighing, eyes still shut. You felt as though you were frozen in time, stuck like this for an eternity, overtaken by his presence. His intoxicating, woodsy smell mixed with a hint of cologne, the way his hands felt on you, how beautiful he was with his eyes closed, and content.

“Sam?”

His eyes met yours at the mention of his name being whispered into the air.

“Yeah?” He whispered back, eyes flicking between yours trying to gauge your reaction. Your hand found purchase on his cheek, cupping the left side of his face.

“Kiss me again?”

“Anything for you, Angel.” A smile stretched across his face before he leaned in once again to kiss you. His lips met yours, gliding against your own with a feeling of something deeper behind this kiss than the first. It was more passionate, hungry even. His tongue swept across your bottom lip eliciting a sigh from you which Sam swallowed down as he took the opportunity to let his tongue roam the inside of your mouth, trailing along the roof. Your brain finally catching up, your tongue met his. Sam’s fingers dug into your waist at the feeling of your tongues dancing against one another, and pulled you impossibly closer.

He pulled away again, this time bringing his lips to your ear. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited to kiss you. What do you say we get out of here?” His breathing was labored and heavy against your skin sending tingles throughout your body.

“I’d like that very much.” You beamed, Sam taking your hand in his and leading you out into the stormy night where rain was pouring from the heavens, effectively soaking you both from head to toe. Without a care for the rain falling from the sky, Sam stopped abruptly using his grasp on your hand to pull you into him, kissing you for a third time that night, his lips spreading into a smile mid-kiss.

“Sam, what’re you doing? We’re going to get soaked out here.” You smiled into the kiss as well, a giggle bubbling past your lips.

“Just wanted to kiss you in the rain is all.” He pushed the strands of damp hair out of your face with both of his large hands, peppering it with kisses as he did so causing you to erupt into a fit of laughter.

“Think we could do this in your car? I kinda have to return this dress.” You laughed as you felt a shiver begin at the top of your skull and travel down your spine, making your whole body shake. Sam shrugged his blazer off and draped it around your shoulders, smiling at you sweetly, although it didn’t do much as it was already wet and cold from the weather. He placed a quick kiss to the tip of your nose before intertwining his fingers with your own and dragging you off towards his car.

“Anything for you, Angel.”

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dino-boyo-agere · 2 years ago

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Spider-Man headcanons for @dovey-luv-bug cuz he's da bestest superhero there is!!!

I'm going: Peter Parker, Miles Morales, Gwen Stacy & Collectively ╰→ personally, I have the comic versions of them in mind

Peter Parker's Spider-Man -any one of them lol-:

He definitely has ADHD and is constantly stimming.

Also always has some stim toys at hand

Peter is a wild child, always running around.

Confident in his regression and pretty open about it, he actively tries to break the stigma.

Peter tends to get hurt, scraped knees, little cuts, etc. So his cg always carries Band-Aids.

LOVES to play "big brother" for other little ones and/ or kiddos.

He will get mad at you, if you forget to give his teddies a good night kiss on the forehead.

Prefers to read the good night story himself, instead of being read to.

When he's smaller than 7, Peter just makes up a story, that he think would fit the pictures in the book.. reading is hard.

Does not enjoy bath time, it's boring.

Miles Morales' Spider-Man:

Probably definitely autistic..

He is less hyperactive then Peter and prefers to chill and watch cartoons over actively playing.

HUGE cuddle bug!

Bad textures can ruin his whole day.

Gets overstimulated quite quickly, when smol and is prone to meltdowns.

Miles is way less confident about his regression. He tries to hide it because he's embarrassed about regressing.

Extra clumsy when little & needs all his boo-boos kissed immediately!!

The phrase "I'm a big boy 😤" gets repeated like a broken record.. It's not convincing anyone though.

Tends to get lost in "bad thought spirals" and needs his cg to pull him out of them.

Has a plushie he tells all his worries to. It's a dog with a zipper on the belly, so he can write down/ draw his worries and put them in the pouch if their to hard to talk about (yet) and puppy can eat them up.. His cg checks the notes every once in a while (with permission ofc). The plushie's name is "Therapuppy".

Really enjoys bath time, especially the extra attention from his cg.

Likes drawing & crafting of any kind.

Gwen Stacy's Spider-Woman/ Spider-Gwen:

Also autistic, definitely.

She is a flip and i see her slightly leaning to being a cg.

Just like Peter, Gwen talks openly about age regression, to break the stigma.

Also loves to help take care of "little sibbies" when small (just like Peter does).

Likes being called "big sis" when smol and "Ma" when in cg headspace.

Gwen likes to dance when & with little(s)

Definitely overprotective and overly cautious.. even when tiny, she worries quite a lot.

Likes to doctor her plushies and dolls back to health.

Enjoys to play pretend and go on adventures.

Collectively -all 3 Spider-Babs-:

Neurodivergent!!

It's a trauma response for all of them, but Peter & Gwen came to love it and like to regress just for fun and to relax sometimes. Miles will get there too, someday..

Sweetest little angels, so affectionate.

None of them have one certain cg, whichever trusted person is available will take care of the tiny ones! (often a Avengers member.. Though I personally especially LOVE Wade Wilson [Deadpool] as Peter's cg cuz I luv their comics together.. Aunt May is also an amazing cg!! Miles' Mom and Dad actually really enjoy to take care of little him & so does Gwen's dad with her.)

That's all I can think of right now, I might add to it later though! <3

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Tagging @pink-crayon-princess bc they said they'd love to hear some head canons aswell <3

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backtothefanfiction · 1 year ago

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You Either Die The Hero, Or Live Long Enough To See Yourself Become The Villain. | Prologue: The Angel In The Garden of Evil

Summary: All it took was one night, one conversation for Peter Parker to change the course of his life. Being the friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man didn't seem to be getting him anywhere, clearly it was time he took matters into his own hands and began playing his foes at their own game.

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: fluff, little smut and a little bit of teasing for what's to come! 18+ ONLY!

A/N: So as teased the other day, I have become a little bit obsessed with Mob!AU Peter Parker stories, especially after reading the absolutely delicious story that was Sugar and Vice by the wonderful @liz-allyn (if you haven't read it, I highly recommend), anyway, it got me thinking about how I would construct my own Mob!Peter story and when I was day dreaming at work the other week, while listening to Liz's Sugar + Vice playlist (thank you by the way Liz, that playlist is a god send) it all started to come to me. So here is the Prologue, the tease, the moment that turned Peter Parker from the friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man to a life of organised crime and the woman who was by his side through it all... until she wasn't.

PROLOGUE 8 YEARS AGO

Knock, knock, knock.

Her head turned to the window at the sharp tapping sound. It was late, really late, she shouldn’t have even still been up, late. But midterms were in a week and she didn’t feel anywhere near prepared, so unfortunately she was burning the midnight oil. She smiled to herself, that giddy feeling taking over whenever he decided to show up at her window. His gloved fingers pointed at the latch and she rushed across the room to let him in, sliding the window up before stepping back so he could swing his legs into the room.

“What are you still doing up, missy.” he chastised jokingly with one hand on his hip, the other held out in front of her wagging back and forth.

“Would you believe me if I said I was waiting for you?” she asked with a tilt to her head and a butter wouldn’t melt expression on her face.

“Not a chance.” he replied as he reached up and ripped his mask off his face. Her lips pursed together as she tried to fight her smile and he quickly moved past her to her desk before he got too wrapped up in how that face made him feel. He was Spider-Man after all and he’d already learnt the hard way that emotional attachments were a weakness. No this was purely a relationship of convenience he tried to remind himself.

“What are you working on anyway?” he said, sitting himself down at the small dorm desk and reading through the essay that was currently on the screen. “You know I can’t understand a word of this.” he joked, pointing at the screen.

“Now you know how I feel when you start talking physics to me.” she said, crossing the room and sitting herself down on his lap. “How’s patrolling the big bad city?” she asked as she began to type away again.

“You know, same old, same old.” he replied nuzzling into the back of her neck as his arms wrapped around her.

“If there’s anything about my Dad, I do not wanna-”

“Know.” he said at the same time as her. “I know, I know.”

“I mean it Peter, I’m not getting tangled up between you two. Not to mention, the less I know about my Dad’s work, the safer I’ll be, you know what happened to my Mom.”

“Yes, I know, I know.” he repeated as he tore himself away from her neck. “You still don’t wanna talk about it?” he asked after a pause.

“Nope.”

“Okay.” he conceded quietly. It was a hotly debated issue between them, both of them always trying to get the other to open up further about their emotions, yet still neither one of them was ready to trust that with the other.

“Uhh, come here.” he groaned as he grew bored, his feet rolling the chair backwards away from the desk, forcing her to give her attention to him. She sighed, her head falling back slightly as she surrendered to him. She quickly turned herself around so she was now facing him, her arms instinctively wrapping around his neck as he tilted his head back to look at her.

“You’re so beautiful.” he cooed quietly into the dim room.

“What even like this.” she joked pulling at her college hoodie and old sweats.

“Especially like this.” he said, lifting her up and making her squeal as he carried her the short way to the bed, before dropping her down on it.

She beamed up at him as he came to settle between her legs, his lips finding hers.

Her hands reached into the hair at the nape of his neck and neither of them could help their growing moans of arousal as their makeout session deepened.

“Uh, uh, one sec.” she said, breaking her lips away from him.

“What?” his teeth grinned against her mouth.

“Before we go any further, are there any injuries I need to know about and be careful of?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” he said, playfully shaking his head.

“Oh really? Because I seem to remember the last time you climbed through my window you’d pulled a hamstring which you tried to hide, that ultimately ended our night very abruptly I might add.”

“No. no. I am the picture of health.” he continued to gest as his head lowered and his lips tickled her skin.

“Sure you are Parker.”

“Really? Okay.” he said as he started to get off of her.

“No, NO!” she protested with a large smile on her face and a rasped giggle on her breath. “Come on Pete, I was only joking.”

“Yeah?” he said as he stood before her. “Well I’m not.”

With one quick sweep he rolled her over, bringing her up onto all fours. She couldn’t help the small shriek and giggle that escaped her lips, but Peter knew right then, there would never be another sound in this world that would sound as sweet.

He was suddenly tender as he pulled down her sweats, tossing them across the room, before he leant over her, encouraging her to turn her head and give him a kiss, his tongue slipping tenderly past her lips. She moaned into his mouth as he continued to deepen the kiss and she quickly rose back onto her knees so she could hold his face in both of her hands.

“Take this off.” Peter muttered into her mouth before he reluctantly broke away, his own hands reaching for the zipper for his suit, quickly stripping himself of it and kicking it across the floor.

When his eyes focused back on her naked body he couldn’t help what fell from his mouth. “Fuck.” he sighed. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” he said, climbing across the bed to her.

She smiled, reaching her hands to his face to pull him in for a kiss again. He obliged for a moment, but quickly flipped her back onto all fours, his fingers reaching for her sex.

He ran his fingers down the length of her seam. “Damn, always so fucking wet and ready for me.”

“Stop teasing Spider boy.”

“As you wish.”

In one swift move he lined himself up, thrusting deeply into her pussy. She gasped and he stilled, allowing her a brief moment to adjust to him before he slowly started to rock inside her.

20 minutes later they were both panting, laying back on the bed naked. Peter spread out his arms and she quickly nuzzled into his side, her head resting on his shoulder, as they found their space on the small single bed. She gazed lovingly up at him as she watched his face intensely, observing every brow furrow, every lip and eye twitch as he stared up at the ceiling, one hand behind his head, the other absentmindedly stroking at her bare back.

“Everything okay there, Spider boy?” she asked.

“Yeah, it’s just-” he paused as if he was trying to think of how to word the thoughts running through his head.

She had noticed he’d stopped by a lot more lately, regularly needing to blow off some steam, looking desperately for constructive human interaction, not always just battling and fighting and jesting with people.

“You’re starting to wonder if it’s all worth it.” she filled in for him quietly.

Peter was always surprised when she came out with things like that. It was like she could see inside his head, but not just see into his head, articulate how he felt better than he ever could.

“Mmmm.” he hummed in agreement as he rolled her closer to his body, holding her tight as his head turned to place a kiss on her forehead.

“You know you can talk to me about it.” she said tentatively into his bare chest, her voice ghosting warmly across his skin.

He lifted his head to look down at her. “But you said you didn’t want me to talk about your Dad.”

“I know, but,” she replied, staring up at him with those eyes, those eyes that felt so old, so wise, so sweet and innocent, but oh so sad, “it’s not just about my Dad though is it.” she continued, rolling to prop herself up on one elbow. He remained quiet as he waited for her to continue. “The whole city’s fucked Pete and no amount of vigilante, neighbourhood spider power is gonna change that. Most of the guys who turn to work for my Dad only do it because they have no other choice. They don’t have qualifications to get good jobs. They can barely afford food for their families, let alone health care. Regardless of what my Dad does or any of the others, no matter what you do to try and take them down, someone else will always just come and take their place because the system itself is fucked.”

He sighed, his head falling back into the pillow as he looked back up at the ceiling, the weight of her statement, the fact that she was right, it was like a punch to his gut, yet also, somehow, brought him so much peace. Confirming all of the thoughts he’d had racing around his head and validating them, solidifying the ideas he had been having into his head.

“What are you thinking?”

“Just that… you’re right.” He paused and she blinked patiently at him in the dark as she waited for him to continue. Then he said the words she never thought she’d hear come out of his mouth. “I think if I’m gonna get anywhere, I’m gonna have to start playing them at their own game.”

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deathofacupid · 1 year ago

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let me help | peter parker

tw: abuse. if you don't feel comfortable reading this, please don't. but if you read it and are triggered, please feel free to reach out and talk. (2.7k+ words.)

summary: you know that you should tell someone, but you don't know how. luckily, peter's always here to save the day... in more ways than one.

y/n laid in her bed, scrolling mindlessly through her socials, even though she should have been studying for her english test. she got up and stretched, fingers grazing over the bruise on her forearm from last week. deciding to push away all the negative things in the world, y/n creaked her bedroom door open.

the girl walked down the stairs, her stomach growling for food. y/n was already thinking of the delightful snacks in her pantry as she absent-mindly hummed. she snapped back into reality as she bumped into her mom.

"sorry, i was just getting a snack-"

"not now, y/n, please, daddy's not in a good mood right now." it only took her seconds to put two and two together. her mother's red rimmed eyes and the newly forming bruise on her cheek said everything.

"oh," was all she could manage in that moment.

"y/n, darling, is that you?" her father called out, causing her to flinch. her mother's eyes widened as her head shot to the kitchen.

"mom? should i-"

"y/n, didn't i call you?"

"y-yes, daddy, i'll be right there," y/n took small, tentative steps towards her father, her mother trailing close behind.

"richard, please don't hurt her too much, she's just a child," her mother begged.

"please go up to the room, alexandra."

part of her hoped that her mother would stay here and fight him, protect y/n. but she knew she wouldn't because alexandra was just as petrified as her daughter. she feared the man just as greatly. so at the end of the day, the older woman would succumb to his words, leaving y/n to pick up her own pieces. she watched in disappointment as her mother left.

"yes, daddy?"

he sat in a chair, an almost empty bottle of beer in his hand. taking the last gulp, he held it out, signaling his daughter to dispose of it. she quickly did so, taking another one out, knowing he would want it.

"tell me, my dear, what is it that you and mother were discussing just now?"

she stayed silent, afraid to open her mouth, fearing she would say the wrong thing. maybe if she hoped enough, it would all go away. it was just one big nightmare. y/n watched him as he brought a cigar up to his lips, lighting it.

"i asked a question, and i want an answer."

"um, we," y/n didn't what to say, she was quaking in fear. the last thing she wanted to do was to get her mother in trouble. "we didn't say anything."

"i see. take a seat, love." she did so, already knowing what was in store for her. richard approached her, pulling the cigar out and blowing a breath. she held in a cough, afraid to get in more trouble if she did. he pressed it to her forearm, and she whimpered in pain.

it was a deep, aching pain. it felt as if it went all the way to her bone. y/n wanted to curl up into a big ball and cry, right there on the floor. but she couldn't, she didn't want her father to think she was overreacting. he pulled it back from her skin, and she hissed in agony.

"you shouldn't lie to me. it isn't a desirable trait, darling."

"i'm sorry."

"my daughter dearest, i only want to help you. give you a bright future, that's all. you know i don't like hurting you, but it's the only way you'll learn."

"yes, daddy, i know."

"good then, go on," he cooed.

y/n scampered back up to her room, focusing the best she could on her studies, crying quietly to herself.

~.*.~

"heyyy, angel," peter grinned as he slid into the seat next to her, laying a kiss in her hair. "how's your day been?"

"hi, pete. it's okay. how about you?"

"perfect, because now i'm with you."

"gosh, you're so dorky."

"maybe. but you love it," he brushed his hand over her arm, the same spot as the burn. she flinched slightly, but he didn't seem to think much of it. the long sleeves she had been wearing were irritating the spot, and she wanted nothing more than to roll them up.

thank god her father never hurt her face. her face was her trophy. her father's trophy. nothing but a prize to show off, a pretty face. because that's what she was. a pretty girl with a pretty face. and y/n hated it. always looking her best for her father's weatherman reputation.

a little bit of sunshine goes a long way, he would say, every morning before he signed off.

she feigned a sigh of annoyance, "yes, i suppose i do."

"how do you feel about a star wars movie marathon at mine tonight?"

hesitating, she shook her head. "i can't. family things. rain check?"

"all good," he reassured. "another time, then."

y/n opened her mouth to come up with a better excuse, but the teacher had already begun talking.

she had paid no attention to her teacher, nor the lesson at hand. y/n tried to imagine what it would be like if another child were in her spot.

would they tell? run? not say anything? ask for help?

because she didn't plan on doing any of those things. y/n had decided all she needed to do was ride out the rest of senior year. and then... well, as smart as she was, college didn't mean anything to her. you go to school, go to school again, and then one more time, only to go to another bigger, more harder school?

nope.

after this year, she'd leave it all behind. everything. yes, sometimes it hurt her heart thinking about a life without peter, especially because they'd already started planning their lives together. but then y/n would tell herself that it'd be worth it. she'd be free.

nobody's trophy, nor pretty face. not a figurehead, nor a name.

she'd make a life for herself, being value to her name.

and the best part?

y/n would be safe.

away from the man she called her father.

she flinched as the bell rung, not realizing that the period had flown by so quickly. and before she could even stop herself, "actually, peter? i think i might take you up on that offer."

and the boyish grin he sent her in reply had made everything worth it.

might as well savor what i have left.

the pair walked hand-in-hand, laughing and talking all the way to peter's house.

"no, no," peter wheezed out between laughs, "i'm telling you, you'd look amazing in bright purple hair!"

"and what about you? fucking red and blue or something?" she retorted back, giggling at the image in her mind.

he tensed slightly at her words, not something she really paid attention to, as they made themselves comfy on his couch, readjusting their cuddling stance. may was out for the night, pulling some extra shifts, just because she wanted to, being the kind woman she was.

he flicked through the movies, looking for the next couple of star wars movies. they had already watched a couple, leading into the night.

"but, like, for real, have you ever... i dunno, thought that be cool?"

"what? unicorn barf for hair?" he joked, confused as to why the mood had shifted.

"n-no, i mean, haven't you ever thought about, you know, pulling something badass like that? dying you hair bright orange? or pink? or yellow? just 'cause you can?" a sudden grin appeared, pulling at her face.

"um, i-"

"or maybe shaving off all your hair?" y/n was laughing now, really hard. tears were welling up, from the laughter or anger, she didn't know. "just to look different? get tattoos, or a buncha piercings? because- because sometimes, i'll just lay in bed, like, 'i should shave off all my hair. and get a piercing, an eyebrow one, or a belly button one," she doubled over, struggled to get breaths in.

"o-or a nipple piercing! can you imagine?"

peter was confused. he always was in this relationship. and that wasn't ever a bad thing, in fact, he liked it. everyday was something different, something new to keep him on his toes.

but this? this was different. this was the type of confused that left a pit in his stomach, like when he couldn't figure out something with his spider senses. one that left him kind of scared, or worried.

this was a bad confused.

"a-are you- i don't think i'm catching on."

but she was still laughing, like someone told her the funniest thing in the world, and it was an immeasurable feeling.

y/n quieted down slightly, wiping the tear that had rolled down to her cheek.

and then he noticed something he hadn't seen before.

a mark of some type on her forearm? a burn?

"y/n?" he murmured softly, pulling her arm towards him. "what's this?"

"huh?" she paused, looking down at the spot with a blank face. "oh, that? it's nothing, petey, don't worry." her face didn't betray her, and it never would. and on top of that, the words rolled so smoothly off her tongue, so naturally.

but in a way that made it seem practiced. he'd noticed small things before, like scars or bruise, though he never thought much of them. but now, her eyes told him everything he needed to know. after all, he had spent hours staring into them before, and he could do it for many more.

y/n's phone buzzed, pulling peter out of his thoughts. when she checked it, her face visibly paled, with an expression that screamed, oh shit. peter heard her heart rate sped up, courtesy of his super hearing.

"u-uh, i gotta go," she rambled out, swinging her backpack over her shoulder.

"i- you- what? wait, but it's late, you shouldn't-"

"i'll get a taxi, okay? bye, love you!" his girlfriend of 3 years exclaimed, as she rushed out the door.

and peter being peter, tugged off his sweatshirt and pants, having his suit under, (because it's peter). he obviously followed after her, being a loving boyfriend.

she did not get a taxi.

she speedwalked all the way home.

and once he saw her walk inside, he decided to patrol.

~.*.~

it had been an hour or two, and he couldn't get his mind off y/n, or how weird she had been acting. it upset him, and not just that, but scared him.

peter told himself she was just being silly, but that didn't feel right.

so currently, he was swinging by rooftops, on his way to her place. peter noticed crying, just where he was. he caught a quick glimpse of her.

red eyes, tousled hair, and a bleeding lip. he landed on the small ledge, not quite a balcony, and she jumped, looking up at him as she wiped her tears away. it took peter a second to realize he was spider-man.

he made sure the voice changer was on before opening his mouth, "hey, sorry, i didn't mean to scare you. i won't hurt you. i- i just heard crying, so, um, do you wanna talk? you know, they say a stranger is the best to confide in, they can't judge you properly 'cause they don't know you properly," he whispered, his heart breaking as he watched her. he wanted nothing more than to envelope her tight in a bear hug, but he knew that would be overstepping considering he was spider-man right now.

"oh. um, it's nothing. just a rough day."

"you can tell me about. or if you don't wanna do that, you can tell be something small, you know, avoid the big parts."

"you don't have anything better to do? like, save cats from trees? or, you know, help people?"

"i am helping people, just in a differently. as a superhero, i save people in more than one way."

she hesitated, as if she were about to say something, but changed it in the last second, "that was dorky."

"thank you," he smirked. she laughed slightly.

"you know, you remind me of someone," she mused.

"who?"

"my boyfriend. he'd do the same thing, cheer me up with sappy words."

he turned the same red as his suit, but his smile was wide.

"aw, man. you're taken. that sucks. i was about to shoot my shot."

y/n giggled, happier than before, and peter took pride in that.

"is your boyfriend... handsome?"

"very."

"and smart?"

"super."

"extremely funny?"

"well..."

they laughed together some more, sharing stupid jokes, and really anything to distract her. and then there was a loud noise from behind them. a shattering of some sort.

she muttered a curse before turning around to look.

"i, uh- i have to go." she practically shoved him out, shutting the window sharply.

his senses were tingling. and peter didn't like that.

the second she left the room was the second he entered it. the first thing he heard was yelling, a man's voice. and then he heard her's. soft and fragile, a glass about to break. peter rushed downstairs, just in time to see a clear shard being thrown towards her, and quickly webbed it out of the way. the second he got it away from her, he located the direction from which it had come from, and upon that, webbed the person up to the wall.

it took a moment, but he realized that was his girlfriend's father.

and piece by piece, everything made sense.

y/n stood there, mouth agape.

"how did-"

"i knew something was wrong, and i was right. a-are you okay?" he rushed over to her and squeezed her between his arms.

"i- you- please don't tell anyone!"

he paused, overtaken by shock. wouldn't she want him to? to save her from this? get her away?

"w-what?" peter pulled away.

"y-you can't tell anyone!"

"ma'am, i have to-"

"please," she begged, clasping her hands together. "you don't understand, i don't have anywhere else to go. t-they'll put me in a foster home, o-or an orphanage! i don't want that!"

"so... you'd rather stay here?" he looked over to the man, who was passed out from the beer, noting the broken bottles around.

"i can ride this out, please," y/n repeated. "besides, h-he won't even remember this in the morning!" she said it as if it would make it better.

it didn't.

"the second i can, i'll leave! away from him," she paused, "please, spider-man."

and he felt dirty as he nodded slowed, and left. he felt dirty the rest of the night. an icky, gross feeling coated him, and he felt insufferably sick.

it was safe to say that none of them got any sleep that night.

~.*.~

the both of them showed up to school that day, baggy-eyed and numb. y/n met peter by his locker, just like she normally did.

"jeez, pete, you don't look like you got any sleep."

he looked over to her, his heart breaking for the millionth time. "neither do you."

"yeah, but i-"

"was begging spider-man not to drag that bastard's sorry fucking arse to jail?"

her eyes widened, and she sucked in a breath.

"you're-"

he closed his locker, "yeah, i am. but that's not important right now. why didn't you tell me? i-i could've-"

"i didn't tell you simply because i didn't want to tell you. not because i couldn't. because i knew you'd do this."

"do what? try and help you?"

"no, i-" she groaned in frustration, "i- i can ride it out!"

"you already said that!" his voice was raising and other kids turned to look. y/n grabbed his arm and dragged him into a empty classroom.

peter took a breath, getting his thoughts together, "look, my love, yes, you were right, i will do this. because i can't bear to see this happen to you everyday. you deserve everything, the whole fucking world. but if i can't give you that, i can give you this. a way out. and no foster homes or anything, just come- come live with may and i. she loves you to death, just as i do, and she'd totally understand, you know that. but please, angel, don't do this. please, let me help you," he whispered.

and she did.

she let him help.

that's how she ended up skipping the school day, sitting in a police station, waiting to be called in. and the entire time, the entire fucking time, he held her hand.

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