#I feel like they would have a lot of these kisses post MJ

[tetheredfeathers]

To me the 'stay with me' kiss in MJ will always be superior to the first 2 kisses. They're all special in their own way, but I always feel like that MJ kiss was beyond compare.

And the thing is, it's not even a romantic or sexual kiss. It's pure desperation poured from Katniss' lips, urging this boy on the verge of insanity to remember, and the fact that he comes back and remembers just from the feel of her lips is insane. I mean she practically brings him back to life, because no other time before that does Peeta come back to reality on command, he either has to be sedated or hit unconscious to stop him from inflicting violence, and only comes back after a good while.

When I tell you that damned kiss drives me insane.

[kenchosaikuo]

This is my first ever one-shot, fanfic, sort of post so bear with me if it is really bad.

The idea for this is how I think the Across the Spider-verse characters would react to you kissing them with lipstick on. Be warned it will probably be horrifically ooc or maybe it won’t, never tried writing from another characters perspective before. Tried to be gn!Reader but might lean a little more to the feminine side. It’s also not in any particular order.

Miles Morales

This boy would be a mix of nervous and flustered at the same time. Bonus points if you grab his face while you kiss him, he would short circuit in a second. He’d bounce back after a minute but still be pretty flustered, would definitely stumble over his words while trying to act like he’s ok. Would try to hide how red his face is by covering them with his hands, if you pull them away from him. Oh boy. Prepare for the rebooting process. May or may not take longer than 5 minutes. Would probably wash the mark off, y’know because of his parents and all.

“I- Uh- um. T- thank you f-for um.. that. Um. It felt n-nice” “You good baby?” “Y-yea I’m good.” “You stuttering a lot. You sure you’re good babe?” “Yea. Just need a few minutes to reboot”

Gwen Stacy

Would have a more controlled reaction. She would be flustered but wouldn’t show it as much as Miles would. She’d probably get a little red on the ears and on the cheeks but other than that she’d be ok. She might stumble over her words a bit and look away as to hide some embarrassment. Would definitely tell Hobie about what happened and talk about how life is going. Bonus points if you use her own lip stick. Would probably wash the mark off so her dad doesn’t know.

“Dang you got rizz like that” “If it’s making you smile like that, then I guess I do” “Wait is that my lipstick though” “Sure is” “Rizz 9000”

Peter B. Parker

(This is before MJ and Mayday)

I feel like he’d get slightly flustered by it but not so much so to where he would stumble over words. Almost like Gwen. He would pull you in and give you kisses in return too. Whether it be on the forehead, the lips, or anywhere else expect a kiss in return. Would probably tell you to do it again. After a few minutes of sitting on the couch and exchanging little pecks I imagine it would turn into a little movie night with just sitting there and exchanging kiss while the movie plays. Might get distracted when the movie gets good though. Would probably forget about the mark and just leave it there.

“Wait hold on I’m lost. Is she dating him or is she dating the other guy” “Wait what, I thought she was with him and she cheated on him with other guy. Dang it P now I’m confused” “Oh well this movie was confusing anyway. Now where were we?”

Miguel O’Hara

Would enjoy it. Hands down. Would let you do it. Depending on where you kissed him he would have different reactions. So like on the forehead or cheek, the more sweet areas I feel like he’d kiss you back in the same place. If you did it on the lips, depending on the time and place, it could potentially turn into a little make out session. Now, should you do it on the neck you better prepare yourself for when he’s done working. He’d also probably do it back to you as well. I mean he would get his fangs out and bite you, should you wish. He’ll mark you just like you marked him. Depending if the relationship is known or unknown to others depends if he’ll keep the mark there. If the relationship known he’ll keep the mark there until he showers (if even takes a break from his work). If the relationship is unknown he’ll try to keep it there as long as possible but if he’s gotta go that lipstick stain is coming off.

“Hermosa, what did you just do?” “Nothinggg?” “Sure. Come here Hermosa” “Yes?” “*Bites down on readers neck* Now we are even” “How is that anywhere near even”

The Spot

Would probably get real giddy and happy about it. Cause you know like after he got turned into the spot he’d get turned down by a lot of people cause they mean so it would make him happy to know he’s still loved and not considered a monster in one persons eyes. Anyways, he’d be really happy and would make sure to keep the mark on there just in case he runs into the Spider-Man’s so he can show that he’s loved by someone. Would probably look at Miles and flaunt it. Would make sure the mark stays there. If it rubs off he’ll tell you to kiss him with lip stick on again.

“Guess what Miles, I pulled a girl before you ever could, HA, take that. I’ve got more rizz than you and I ain’t even human no more”.

Jessica Drew

(Before the baby and getting married)

Would get a bit embarrassed about it. I feel like she would like it though. Bonus points if you use her lip stick. She’d probably do the same thing though. Just at a different time to catch you off guard and see you get all flustered and embarrassed. She also seems like the type to not just give one kiss but multiple. Kind of like Peter in a sense. If she were to do it back she would do it multiple times in multiple different areas. Would probably keep the mark there for as long as she could.

“My turn!!” “Wait what Jess hold on” “Mwah and mwah” “I was supposed to be the one to catch you off guard” “Haha, nope”

Pavitr Prabhakar

Would be almost as flustered as Miles but be able to handle said flusteredness better. He’d blush and maybe stutter slightly but he’d be able to cope. Would probably also grab a drink of chai so to calm himself down. He would also definitely get romantic when you do kiss him. He’d probably kiss you back too. Definitely get expect everyone to know. Gwen, Miles, Hobie, Peter, Jess, Miguel even. Everyone is gonna know. Would probably keep the mark there for most of the day too.

“Pav did you really need a cup of Chai to calm down” “N-No, I just like the taste of it” “Sure, but you got it just at this moment in time, can’t be a coincidence hmm??” “Anyways so how’ve you beennnn”

Hobie Brown

He’d probably do it right back. He’d take the lip stick and kiss you all the same way you did him. Alongside Pav and Spot he’d flaunt it everywhere he goes. He would not get flustered either, he’d be surprised but not flustered. I’ve the feeling he’d tell you to do it again and again until his face is peppered in lip stick marks. Would definitely leave the lip stick marks there. May or may not avoid taking a shower just so they stay on longer.

Oi!! Whatcha doing there” “Just giving you a little kiss” “Well you’re doing it in the wrong spot mate. It’s supposed to be on the lips not on the cheek” “Or I could not do it at all??” “Alright point taken, go on”

The End :D

It you enjoyed reading that let me know. OH and give me suggestions too and any critiques you might have. Anything that’s helpful to my writing is gladly appreciated.:D

[justafandomgvrl]

Heyy it's MJ right?

I saw your post about being ill, I hope you feel better soon!

I thought maybe some Percy x reader headcanons would be nice? With some fake-dating to lovers?

I honestly don't really mind, just love me some Percy :))

Thank you! Starting to work slowly through the requests now as yesterday was my Grandad's funeral. I'm so grateful to everyone who sent them in 🤍🤍

Fake Dating to Lovers, Percy de Rolo x Reader

- the two of you didn't really get along at first. when you joined Vox Machina, his exact words were "we don't need another arsehole".

- appropriately, you flipped him off.

- you never really found a need to interact with each other besides snide remarks and half hearted insults that neither of you really believed.

- until the rest of the team decided you were a perfect distraction for a long con.

- the two of you were forced to play a loving, engaged couple. him some young noble from a far off land, you his fiancée from a nearby town.

- you hit a few bumps to start with. he gripped your hand all too tightly, squeezing till it felt your knuckles would pop out of place.

- he refused to share the bed with you so he slept on the floor. which would have been chivalrous, if he hadn't taken the warmest blankets with him.

- you would step on his feet while the two of you danced. he was never quite sure whether it was intentional (it was) or if you were just clumsy.

- you're not sure when it happened, but something changed.

- maybe it was in the way your bodies fit together whilst you danced.

- maybe it was the way he smiled at you when you were pretending to be in love around the nobles you were staying with.

- maybe it was in the way your hand moulded with his and he thought it felt like you had been built for him.

- maybe it was in the way he was transfixed just by watching you brush your hair.

- you began to help him when he couldn't sleep. pulling him into the bed and holding him when the nightmares came.

- he found himself blushing whenever he heard you laughing.

- wishing he knew how to make it happen himself.

- goosebumps started appearing on your skin when he ran his thumb over your knuckles.

- the nobles you were staying with as a way to keep them busy whilst vox machina destroyed their reputation (they had done a lot of wrong to their workers and the town they lorded over) began to suspect you weren't truly engaged.

- so Percy held your face, brushed your hair from your eyes, and kissed you.

- and you couldn't breathe but it was in the best way. your body relaxed against him as he used just the right amount of pressure.

- from then, the two of you were inseparable.

- Vax and Vex teased Percy about it the second you were all reunited. Keyleth was just so happy for her best friend. Scanlan was, well, Scanlan. Pike took money from him after winning their bet that this would happen. Grog was a little confused but happy for the two of you.

- Percy kept the ring that they had used for the fake engagement. He tinkered with it and refined the jewel, and after a year, he gave it to you once more, this time in genuine.

- you pulled him to his feet without answering him and held him as tight as you could, nodding your head against his shoulder.

[xspeter]

𝟎𝟎𝟐: 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃

𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐧𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫.

peter parker should not be allowed to be this beautiful.

the sight of peter on his knees should not make your heart skip a beat, but it does.

“what?” you stutter, trying to ignore the blood that rushes to your cheeks at the sight of peters puppy dog eyes, but it’s hard. it’s oh so very hard.

he clears his throat, “i want you to date me. well, more so, i want you to fake date me.” the blush in your cheeks seem to disappear at that as you push him away and walk to the other side of the room.

your brows furrow, “i’m sorry, but peter this is actually one of the dumbest things you’ve ever asked me to do- which is saying a lot because you’ve asked me to jump off of the top of the playground before.”

peter coughs out a laugh at the memory, and then his expression changes back to a more serious one.

“i’m not kidding though, y/n/n.” he says, “i want to show mj that i can be a good boyfriend.” he explains. you frown.

you bite your lip and lean against the wall. “peter, dating me is not going to help you. you just need to go for it, i know she’ll say yes-”

“y/n.” peter interrupts, “i’m asking you, to please, please do this for me.” he mumbles and your chest suddenly feels too tight.

you groan and squeeze your eyes shut. this is a bad idea. you know it’s a bad idea. but this is peter- your peter. it’s not like there’s a whole bunch that could go wrong, right?

you sigh and sit on the ground next to him, “if we’re doing this, we need too have some rules first.

peter nods swiftly, “yeah, yes, of course.” he says and you reach for your backpack for a piece of notebook paper and a pen.

once you have it you lay it in your lap and write ‘RULES’. peter leans closer, and you’re suddenly all too aware of how close you both are.

you clear your throat, “first off, i’m not going to kiss you.” you say. peters eyebrows furrow and he goes to argue but you interrupt him with a shake of your head. “that’s a line i’m not going to cross with you, okay?” you say seriously.

peter bites his lip and nods.

he shrugs, “if i can’t kiss you than what can i do?”

you think for a moment and then smile, “you can put your hand in my back pocket.”

peter rolls his eyes, “you seriously need to stop with the 80’s movies.” he groans.

you laugh, “you know you love it.”

you’re both silent for a moment after that. it’s not the usual comfortable silence that you and peter usually share, this one is awkward and tense.

you clear your throat, “okay, rule number two, we are not allowed to tell anyone that this is fake. not even ned.”

peter nods his head at that, you both love ned but he can not keep a secret to save his life.

“rule three, this has to be over by the end of our trip to europe this summer.” peter adds.

your eyebrows furrow, “peter, the trips in two weeks.” you say.

he shrugs, “we’ll be in europe for a little over three weeks, so that means we’ll be ‘dating’ for a little over a month. don’t normal high school relationships barely make it past the two week mark?” he questions and you nod your head in agreement.

you and peter spend the next hour or so discussing how you would announce your new ‘relationship’ to ned and the rest of the school, the both of you deciding to just post it on your instagrams.

once the brunette leaves you scroll your camera roll for a picture of you and peters first halloween, you had dressed up as anakin and him as yoda. aunt may had painted his skin a bright green that ended up looking yellow on the camera.

you bite your lip and choose it, captioning the photo, ‘bestfriends to lovers who?’.

you nearly throw your phone across the room as you post it, because now it was real. like actually really happening.

it takes everything in you to not immediately delete the post, instead deciding to turn out your light and just go to bed.

as soon as you step through the threshold marking the outside and the beginning of the main hallway, you are immediately bombarded by a sweaty ned.

“you and peter are dating?” he questions. your jaw goes slack as you attempt to answer, but before you can someone beats you to it.

“well, that’s what the post said didn’t it, and why are you so sweaty?” peter asks from next to you, awkwardly slinging an arm over your shoulder and it takes practically everything in you to not shrug it off.

ned ignores peters question, “well, i mean yeah, but i thought mj-”

peter interrupts him, “we talked last night and we both realized that we, you know…” he glances to you.

“we both realized that we like each other.” you finish.

ned’s eyebrows furrow, “right…” his tone suggests that he doesn’t believe you.

the walk to first period is spent in an awkward silence, and you find you’ve never been more thankful to get away from your best friends.

you let out a sigh of relief as you sit down, pulling out a pencil from your book bag and beginning to write down todays agenda.

mj sits in her usual spot next to you, and you glance at her cautiously, and immediately regret it when you see she’s already staring at you.

“so, you and peter, huh?” she hums.

you clear your throat, grip tightening on the pencil in your hand, “mhm.”

mj seems to sense how uncomfortable you’re feeling and changes the subject, “so, did you finish the book?”

you nearly stumble out if your seat from how fast your head snaps to look at her. you groan, “oh my god, yes i did, and let me tell you- i am never reading that book again!” you cry.

mj laughs, “i don’t blame you! i was devastated the first time i read it.”

you laugh, frantically throwing your hands in the air, “i mean, how can it just end like that? like he’s dead and that’s it?”

mj shrugs, and before she can say anything else mrs. notting has started her daily ritual of banging a ruler on her desk to get everyone to be quiet. it’s pretty effective.

each class passes by quicker than you would’ve liked then too, and you find yourself dreading your usually favorite time of day: lunch.

you and peter share the period before together so you walk down the hall hand in hand awkwardly, trying to ignore the stares you receive from classmates and teachers.

peter seems to sense how tense your feeling, and he leans towards your ear and whispers, “thank you for doing this, y/n/n.”

your heart skips a beat when his lips brush against your ear. not trusting your voice, you squeeze his hand three times in response. he smiles.

as soon as you enter the lunch room ned is quick to bombard the both of you with more questions, but you successfully tune him out, instead focusing a little too hard on the back of mj’s head. she seems to sense someone staring and turns around and you quickly advert your gaze, suddenly becoming very interested in peter and ned’s conversation.

“i guess i just don’t understand, because last time i checked you were practically obsessed with mj!” ned says, eyebrows crinkled in frustration.

“i don’t know man, this just kinda.. happened.” peters mumbles, and ned bites the inside of his cheek and then shrugs, “well as long as you’re both happy.”

you smile at that, glancing at an also smiling peter.

“just promise me that no matter what, we’ll all still be friends.” ned says and you stick out your pinkie, prompting ned and peter to do the same.

you all intertwine your pinkies to the best of your abilities, all chanting “i promise.” at the same time.

when you unlatch from each other and the boys go back to their usual conversations you feel your heart begin to swell.

this, thing, you were doing with peter was only temporary and you needed to remember that. in a few months, everything will be back to normal and peter will be with the girl of his dreams.

in a few months, everything will be fine.

i ❤️ taylor swift

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ❤︎︎ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐭 ఌ

[my-shields-are-down]

Chenford + Emmett

REMINDER: I asked for one word prompts to trigger a fan fiction one shot. This one technically is not because there is more than a single word in the request, but I am going with it.

I’ve got 6-8 one word prompts in various stages of progress left in my queue. Keep them coming - they are busting through my writer’s block and I am having a lot of fUn writing them.

I will be posting all of these on AO3 as a collection when this batch is done.

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Tim laughs every time one of his basketball buddies calls him “Jimmy.” He knows they are calling him a ringer like Jimmy from the movie “Hoosiers” - the guy who can make a shot from anywhere.

Yes, Tim is an excellent shot, be it for 3-pointers at or behind the tape, or the free throws that everyone else hates. Tim excels at those too.

Looking at Tim, you’d think with his height, wing-span and large hands, that he’d be a natural basketball player.

You’d be wrong. Horribly, horribly wrong.

While Tim is fantastic at the “glamour shots” of the game, he is not so great at running and dribbling, blocking, lay-ups, or defense. His dad had entered him in an Elk’s Club Free throw class, then competition when he was in middle school to keep Tim out of his hair while he drank excessively and fucked his way through the club waitresses out back by the dumpsters. Tim saw one poor girl pressed up against a smelly green bin one afternoon and then promptly signed up for anything and everything so he never would have to see that again. He became the reigning Elks Club “Hoop Shoot Free Throw” Champ for 5 years and “Hoop Shoot Wide Out” Champ for 4 years running. He was a master at making those far away shots, he just never learned to how to play the game to set up those shots.

Fast-forward 35 years and now he gets together with his former sergeants (Webb, Jansen, Hendricks and Gibbs) twice a week to play rec ball in the LA County First Responders League. He does a lot of running up and down the court until someone throws him the ball on the 3-point line and he scores.

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Tim can feel his retro high-top Air Jordans (white with MJ inspired Carolina blue swooshes) loosening up on his left foot. Sure enough, with 3:36 minutes left in the second half of the game they are currently losing, his shoe lace comes untied. That plus the forward momentum from yet another run up the court shoots his wedding band skittering across the court. He always ties the ring to his left shoelace for safe keeping.

When the “object on the court” time out is called, Tim jogs over to group of guys standing around waiting to play to grab his ring from….Emmett. His wife’s one-time ex-boyfriend. The fire fighter whose “hunkiness” they once debated..

Emmett and Tim lock eyes and smile - they were pretty good friends at one point. Emmett pulls his own gold wedding band out from his Kobe jersey on a utilitarian dog tag chain to show Tim the proper way to store his ring during a game.

Tim smiles and says thank you when Emmett hands him his platinum one and is asked, “Who is the lucky girl? Anyone I know?” To which Tim kisses his ring and looks at Lucy’s heartbeat recorded when thinking about Tim (when she’s experiencing butterflies) engraved inside, before bending down and retying his laces, securing the ring with a double knot this time.

Finally, Tim stands back up and smiles his biggest, “I’m so in love” grin and says to Emmett as the referee calls him back to the court, “I never did thank you for breaking up with her. By text message no less. I’ll tell Lucy you said hi.”

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[findingroleplays]

🌙 howdy all, i am formally re-entering my marauders/harry potter phase like a debutant returning to the ball scene. 23, nb, in the cst timezone looking for another 20+ roleplayers to write their sirius black against my remus lupin. anti-jkr, pro-fanon tomfoolery. some general plot ideas i have bellow:

standard hogwarts shenanigans. relationship build-up, lots of angst and character building as they both navigate adolescence and a budding queer relationship. very sweet, very hurt-comfort filled. 

lie low at lupins. i want to see those old men kiss and remember what it feels like to love/be in love. re-learning what it was like to be remus-and-sirius rather than the werewolf and the convict. also lots of potential for angst. 

the marauders become hogwarts professors. a very silly au where they have to balance both their personal and professional lives, which is very difficult when you are not very professional in the first place.

generic sports au. be that hockey/skating, basketball, volleyball, etc. i’ve seen these popping up all over tiktok and they itch the part of my brain that’s still in its pretty boy anime phase.

band au. remus is the stoic bass player while sirius is the show-stopping frontman type? my dream. relationship hiding, potential jealousy plots, and some funky little outfit inspos. this plot is all about the vibes.

spiderman!remus au. secret identities, fearing for each others’ safety, and a mandatory upside-down smooch. this one can either take the traditional mj/spidey route or have that deadpool/spiderman element. blending the franchises as a treat.

college/coffee-shop au. let barista remus have some weird chemistry with the one guy who comes into this prestigious university’s starbucks every night. the contrast between the trust fund baby vs the scholarship student. a tale as old as time. v legally blonde.

generic muggle-born au. this is the vaguest option, but i do like the potential for social media-based stuff. maybe they attended the same all-boys school ala dead poets society or work shitty jobs near each other. maybe we go the historical fiction route, who knows. this one is vague, but an option.

and i’m open to many more! if there’s something you’re absolutely dying to write, i’m open to that too. as for the more formal stuff, i’m a literate/novella writer. however, i’m open to more experimental styles like letters or text messages. nsfw friendly for 18+ characters. plotting is one of my favorite parts of roleplaying. as you can probably tell, i’m very chatty and i would prefer if my partner kind of matches that energy. love love love sharing headcanons, swapping pinterest boards, and creating playlists. i am primarily a discord writer, so if this is something you might be interested let me know by liking this post. i’ll reach out as soon as possible!! 

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[vacantgodling]

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thank you mj ( @mjjune ) beloved <3

i’ll do these for paramoiiiiii (which is pronounced para-MWAH bc i’m kissing it)

1) What is the main lesson of your story (e.g. kindness, diversity, anti-war), and why did you choose it?

oof. paramour has a lot of things going on in it, a lot of which are unintentional but evolved as i began to piece together the characters and the narrative. i don’t think paramour can be boiled down to a singular “main lesson” because i don’t think there’s really a lesson to be HAD. you can definitively read paramour for all of the deep thoughts i have about religion, masculinity, sex, gender presentation, and societal expectations, as well as like the horrors and suffering that greed can bring… or you can just read it as two guys who take the most stupid roundabout way to realize maybe the sex does have feelings. maybe the porn in fact has a little plot.

a lot of the messages woven into paramour have been marinating and maturing in me since 2020 tbh when i really started to allow me to be yknow. MYSELF. and so because i love them they got the projection beam as ya do.

2) What did you use as inspiration for your worldbuilding (like real-life cultures, animals, famous media, websites, etc.)?

paramour is inspired chiefly by steampunk, rococo fashion, and france. lmao. the entire universe that paramour is in (which includes wips like alizath, teardrops, and that one wip that is new and budding but doesn’t have a name yet) is inspired by me bastardizing and colorizing (aka making every mc and all the characters black) europe bc i’m tired of fantasy, mythology, and history and all the things that i enjoy as a person being dictated and delegated to white people. so a lot of it is also “writing the story that i want to see” etc etc.

paramour specifically was also inspired by (but has moved away from QUITE a bit): hamlet, crimson peak, beauty & the beast, gothic literature (that aspect has heavily stayed) and stuff like that. it’s original name was beauty and the crimson hamlet and it was more of a haunted house thing vs what it’s evolved into now lol.

3) What is your MC trying to achieve, and what are you, the writer, trying to achieve with them? Do you want to inspire others, teach forgiveness, help readers grow as a person?

hya is honestly trying to achieve being left the fuck alone and he doesn’t succeed LMAO. i’m not really trying to achieve anything with hya particularly (again you can read into all the things that i put into him and the narrative or he can be just some guy and both are correct tbh) — other than extreme wish fulfillment. though it may not seem this way because hya is a raging dick, he’s ideally what type of person i want to be like in Extreme fantasy land. i wish i was joking but i ain’t. and as such, he gets forgiven of a lot of the things that he does by the narrative or gets his own little happy ending and reasonings why he’s like this which i know some or many people will take issue with. him leaving a corpse in the foyer for example—many will describe him as cruel and callous and “problematic” and they’re right! love that for him 💛 i’m not trying to inspire anyone but myself like when i tell you that paramour is a wip written by me and for me i mean it LOOOOOL like idgaf about what anyone thinks of it 💀 (though i am so happy so many people love paramour as much as i do i didn’t think anyone would care about these assholes but many of my dear friends and other followers have proved me wrong and it’s validating tbh lol)

4) How many chapters is your story going to have?

current outline says 27 but i’m thinking it’s gonna lean closer to 30 just because as i write i realize i need to add in a filler chapter or two. so i’ll say it’ll probably end up being 30–at MAX 35 chapters probably.

5) Is it fanfiction or original content? Where do you plan to post it?

original 💛 and i still don’t particularly know where i want to publish it meaning idk if i want to go for indie which makes more sense or tryyyy to get trad published but. with the content paramour is and the way the publishing industry is i somehow highly doubt i can get it trad pub. so nothing but snippets online (tumblr) for now. maybe if i go indie i’ll make it readable on a website or whatever cuz i’m not really keen on putting it on amazon. but i may just for the reach. idk! i’m just trying to finish it first.

6) When and why did you start writing?

if we’re talking generally speaking i’ve been making stories since i was like 3 years old. paramour in itself however i made juneteenth (6/19) of 2021. i can’t remember WHY i started it so much as i remember just wanting a wip inspired by crimson peak perhaps? and we have gone WAAAAY off from that but yknow. we move lol.

7) Do you have any words of engagement for fellow writers of Writeblr? What other writers of Tumblr do you follow?

honestly just write for you. take all advice with a grain of salt and don’t worry about what others think of your writing/your ideas/whatever. there’s something for everyone and you’ll find your people.

other writeblrs/artists/creators whatever i follow and would recommend (and tag to do this if ya want no pressure) are: @kudzucataclysm @henrike-does-writing-sometimes @kazenokaori @magic-is-something-we-create @void-botanist @outpost51 @isherwoodj & consider this an open tag if you would also like to do this :)

[findroleplay]

🌙 howdy all, i am formally re-entering my marauders/harry potter phase like a debutant returning to the ball scene. 23, nb, in the cst timezone looking for another 20+ roleplayers to write their sirius black against my remus lupin. anti-jkr, pro-fanon tomfoolery. some general plot ideas i have bellow:

standard hogwarts shenanigans. relationship build-up, lots of angst and character building as they both navigate adolescence and a budding queer relationship. very sweet, very hurt-comfort filled. 

lie low at lupins. i want to see those old men kiss and remember what it feels like to love/be in love. re-learning what it was like to be remus-and-sirius rather than the werewolf and the convict. also lots of potential for angst. 

the marauders become hogwarts professors. a very silly au where they have to balance both their personal and professional lives, which is very difficult when you are not very professional in the first place.

generic sports au. be that hockey/skating, basketball, volleyball, etc. i’ve seen these popping up all over tiktok and they itch the part of my brain that’s still in its pretty boy anime phase.

band au. remus is the stoic bass player while sirius is the show-stopping frontman type? my dream. relationship hiding, potential jealousy plots, and some funky little outfit inspos. this plot is all about the vibes.

spiderman!remus au. secret identities, fearing for each others’ safety, and a mandatory upside-down smooch. this one can either take the traditional mj/spidey route or have that deadpool/spiderman element. blending the franchises as a treat.

college/coffee-shop au. let barista remus have some weird chemistry with the one guy who comes into this prestigious university’s starbucks every night. the contrast between the trust fund baby vs the scholarship student. a tale as old as time. v legally blonde.

generic muggle-born au. this is the vaguest option, but i do like the potential for social media-based stuff. maybe they attended the same all-boys school ala dead poets society or work shitty jobs near each other. maybe we go the historical fiction route, who knows. this one is vague, but an option.

and i’m open to many more! if there’s something you’re absolutely dying to write, i’m open to that too. as for the more formal stuff, i’m a literate/novella writer. however, i’m open to more experimental styles like letters or text messages. nsfw friendly for 18+ characters. plotting is one of my favorite parts of roleplaying. as you can probably tell, i’m very chatty and i would prefer if my partner kind of matches that energy. love love love sharing headcanons, swapping pinterest boards, and creating playlists. i am primarily a discord writer, so if this is something you might be interested let me know by liking this post. i’ll reach out as soon as possible!! 

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[plaexus]

https://x.com/portyrondy/status/1852023772653510820?s=46&t=AYetJNafs2ZqO7s5-93jDA

it’s actually crazy how similar their poses are to the fanart damn… it blew up too, so there’s a chance they saw… can you imagine them sorta recreating it although not kissing just a pic of them in the same sorta set up? I am convinced all of gay stan kpop twitter would die tbh😭 but it’s okay it wouldn’t be them, pretty sure the intimate pics they have or looking super adorable together aren’t for the public eye but oh wow the mind does wonder 🫨

to the artist's credit, i feel like they had quite enough material to work with, from jm's instagram post with that photo to mj's actual whiplash teasers posted weeks ago, to reasonably come up with that fanart. regardless, it is quite funny to see how spot on the recent aespicyclub photo was with the fanart haha. anyway, the artist is really crazy talented. 50k and counting on that piece alone, hope they don't get pressured with all the attention they're getting into going priv...

jmj do probably have a lot of photos where they are reallyyyy close to each other, like they probably aren't suggestive, but would probably be enough to break stan twt lol. yeah, it wouldn't really be jmj to post those, but still! i'm sure jm alone takes dozens of photos every time she's with mj, she probably has thousands accumulated through the years. i'm sure one of them is her kissing her cheek, like it's a statistical improbability that she wouldn't have one at this point

[measuringbliss]

Spider-Man Read-Through 011: Welcome to 1970! (ASM 83-87)

MASTERPOST

The last time, we finished the sixties and entered the seventies. I don't know anything about the next three years, and then I have ample familiarity for the three years after that. Very happy to delve again in new material!

In this post, we see a new costume (but for whom?), a sidekick (but whomst?) and Spidey's biggest, most ferocious enemy.

It's a doozy!

Unfortunately, Stan Lee doesn't seem to be able to let go from the Kingpin, who's a constant hamper on my enjoyment of these arcs. Someone's out there to replace him (new super-villain called "The Schemer") but I'm sure the Kingpin will quickly see red...

However, we're once again talking about the mysterious lady driver! I still wonder who she is, I never actually got an answer.

And she's here! Vanessa! So she's definitely his wife. Huh! And she drops a bombshell that actually made my mouth gape: their son has disappeared! I didn't expect that. I'm already invested in that. Hell yeah. Vanessa's convinced Richard is dead, but I'm not so sure.

What also made me gasp was this! Flash's leaving and I'm sad, but then MJ *and* Gwen kiss him, because of course they do!

Another gasp-inducing happening is that Peter on-page questions the Vietnam War. Didn't expect that!

He's also recently been on the verge to reveal his secret to Gwen, but of course he's not gonna do it. This issue is very interesting as to how much of a reaction it is to the reader's letters: a lot of soap, the secret tease...

But Peter and Gwen get almost hit by a car and Gwen falls unconscious, because she's a girl.

For the second time in a short number of issues, Spidey jokes about a villain getting his lines from a shlocky manual. The MCU certainly didn't invent that type of quips (but seeing Spidey be so self-aware feels a bit wrong, like, come on, Stan, you don't get to be high and mighty about your usual dialogue).

The Schemer escapes Spidey's wrath after trying to use comically specific traps. But Gwen does her usual "oh, I don't know if I can love you ever again" shtick and we all frown, because "you were away when I woke up in the hospital" is certainly a reach. Meanwhile, I'm more certain than ever that her dad will guess Peter's identity.

Overall a nice issue! I always like me some soap.

In the letters, Jean Laidig sets themselves apart by suggesting giving powers not to May, but to Gwen! I hope you enjoyed Into the Spider-Verse, buddy. People also keep praising the Prowler.

At the beginning of issue 84, Spidey surmises that now, the Schemer's capture is worth 5000 dollars and is worth it... in today's money, it's a bit less than 39.000 dollars. Good grief.

Peter goes to the Stacys, but is quickly trapped between the father and the daughter, who keep asking him questions. Whoops.

The Kingpin is now also convinced that his son killed himself because he's seen news about his dad being a supervillain. Hm. That makes the Kingpin a more interesting character, but I think Richard would actually be a great character if he was still alive. I'm hoping he is.

And I actually think... he might be?

At one point in the issue, Vanessa tries to stop the Kingpin and the Schemer from fighting, but she sees something in the Schemer's eyes and next thing you know, they both disappeared. The next issue is supposed to reveal the Schemer's secret. So he does have one. Is he Richard aged up? What the hell's going on?

In the letters, Bruce Long informs everyone that Peter should be exempt from draft because his dad was in the CIA and Peter's his only child. Actually interesting!

Peter gets surprised once again by the Stacys, but they once again let themselves be fooled by his theater kid energy. And fool them, he does, by acting as if he had issues with Spider-Man. Good thinking, kid!

Turns out the reward I mentioned higher was bogus, since it was actually a trap set up by the Kingpin.

AND IT TURNS OUT I WAS (mostly) RIGHT! The Schemer *is* Richard! He just made a mask. Hell yeah. Now it makes sense, why his villain antics seemed so awkward.

Unfortunately for the Kingpin, his son's reveal shocks him so bad he becomes catatonic. Hopefully we don't see him for a few issues... although he finally got interesting! Now give me more of Richard, dammit!

It's a really good ending to the arc though.

But wait, about the next issues...

HELL YEAH.

Reminds me of this meme:

A female copy? Really? Huh. Anyway!

Natasha, kill him! Rip him in half!

What I didn't account for, however, was Natasha immediately recounting her backstory and mentioning her "hopeless" romance with Hawkeye. Uh oh, this combined with the previous meme is quite awkward. I mean, I'm laughing, but oops.

Natasha changes her costume because, in the words of one of Totally Spies's openings, "you have to be fashionable if you want to be a spy". I actually prefered her previous costume, it was quite elegant, but oh well. So Natasha considers that, since she has the same powers as Peter (no she doesn't), she has to fight him to be in the spotlight. Oof.

Her fighting style is pretty close to the Tarantula we'll see in a few years! That's nice. She also says Spidey must have been "born this way", which is proof that he's queer. Thanks for coming to my TED talk.

She gives up on page 18, and Stan helpfully informs us that Black Widow is about to get her monthly magazine. Thanks, Stanny dear, I'd never have guessed!

This issue's a nice change of pace. i'd be interested to check out BW's adventures! So Stan succeeded, I guess. If anybody has a specific arc to recommend...

Great letter, finally something new!

Predictably though, Keith Stern asks for less love and more action. Can't satisfy everyone now, can you? Joe Sykora is happy that #82 was at least 100 panels (he counted 124).

Ooooh! I mean, it can only be Captain Stacy, right?

Pete wants to analyze his blood to see if his powers are disappearing, but he can't focus - and Dr. Connors is in Florida. To make matters worse, it's also Gwen's birthday, teased multiple times throughout this arc (this is the fourth mention, by my count).

SO PETER STEALS A NECKLACE FOR HER.

At Gwen's party, I'm saddened to witness a terrible fact:

Harry's outfits have become less fun. I miss what he had before! Also, apparently Randy and his boyfriend Josh are here too! Why not.

Peter's actually lost his mind, because he crashes the party just as it was ending.

I was shook.

I think we can definitely say that Peter is being whumped, and to great effects! We love to see it.

Oh this is delightful.

MJ: Wow, Gwendy, you sure can pick 'em! He's either a masked menace or a psycho case!

We love bitchy MJ in this house.

Turns out what actually hampered Peter's wellbeing these last issues was the flu! Peter does nothing to beat the "men are weak" allegations (I can confirm, I'm a baby when I get sick, although my gender is. essentially non-existent. but let's not talk about that).

AND THEN OH MY FUCKING GOD. HE'S BACK. HE'S FUCKING BACK. MY MAN HOBIE BROWN IS BACK. I'M SO HAPPY!!!!!! I'm so glad I didn't check when and if he'd be back! Oh my God, oh my God!!!!!!!

No, you don't get it. I'm ecstatic! A TEAM-UP? I NEED THIS IN MY LIFE. HOBIE AS A SIDEKICK? Even as just a five-pages event, I love it! Oh my fucking god, YES!!!!!

This issue is fantastic and I can't understate how joyous I am of seeing Hobie again, after so many years not knowing what would happen to him! Aaah I love it.

In the letters... Well.

So relatable, Alan.

This concludes today's very enjoyable batch!

Anybody read that wrong?

[mediocre-daydreams]

I SAW UR MARVEL X FAMOUS READER THING and can i please req for a bucky x singer!reader or peter parker x singer!reader and the secret relationship trope where the avengers catch peter/bucky in a phone call and catching them acting all pouty and whiney and all cute and twirling their hair while giggling like school girls and the avengers being all shocked but not knowing who he was talking to + little scenes or bucky/peter smirking or looking proud whenever r is on tv + and the all the avengers going to some sort of concert or event where r is performing and r literally going down to the audience while performing to kiss bucky/peter and just social media freaking out !!

I LOVED WRITING THIS!! sorry it took so long to finish; i wanted it to be perfect for my tubmblr spouse ksjdfhd. anyways this was so so cute and i'm gonna do some extra drabbles + smau bonus posts because wow i loved this concept

𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐧

peter parker x singer! reader

notes: swearing, mentions of the birds and bees in a non-sexual way, so much fluff bro, the tiniest smidge of angst it's like a sprinkle of salt, a bit of insecure peter feeling like he's not enough, vague description of canon-level violence, lowkey breaking the fourth wall, the avengers are nosy as fuck and definition crack, clint is in his red (taylor's version) era

w/c: 5.2k

the songs used in the fic are by taylor swift + linked at the bottom of the post <3 (but also taylor canonically exists in this universe so she still has her music peter's a swiftie just go with it pls)

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

peter parker never failed to confound; and no, it wasn’t just the avengers that were confused by his… antics. may, mj, and ned were equally as surprised when they caught peter parker, their [overly] enthusiastic, nervous, forever-in-motion peter parker, casually laying in bed, propped against a pillow with one arm behind his head that made him look like some cookie-cutter male love interest in a cheesy romcom, nonchalantly talking to a female voice from his phone.

mj and ned were no idiots—they’d been the first to discover his spiderman identity so scoping out the identity of peter’s secret female friend was almost as easy as getting flash to talk about sports cars. peter eventually had to spill the beans to may after she confronted him about his ridiculously high monthly phone bill.

but the team of the world’s best spies, geniuses with multiple PhDs, highly trained super soldier assassins, and the man who singlehandedly made the “birds aren’t real, they’re government spies” conspiracy come true, still hadn’t managed to find the tea they so desperately wanted peter to spill. they were too prideful to ask peter to his face and admit defeat, so for weeks, they’d pulled out all their tricks only to fail miserably.

sam tried having redwing perch outside peter’s window to catch footage of any new visitors; there were none. clint, who’d snuck into the vents, and bucky, utilizing his super soldier hearing, had tried eavsdropping on one of his calls. all they heard was peter singing off key and then a yelp as he snapped one of his guitar strings. steve and bruce had tried to casually sit peter down and talk to him about the birds and the bees, hoping that peter would let something slip about any of his romantic or sexual relationships, but peter just groaned and said may had already told him this. natasha even tried hacking into peter’s internet and phone history, but once she found the spiderman tiktok edits and an obscene number of shirtless pictures, she had to stop. 

after a lot of bribery and light extortion from tony (who was probably the most invested in revealing peter’s gal pal), wanda reluctantly tried to read peter’s mind, only to see flashes of who she presumed to be peter’s celebrity crush. the avengers had never pegged peter for a fanboy (actually, a good third of them thought he swung the other way and sam and bucky insisted he was on the path to incel-hood), but the fanatic squealing and giggling that emanated from peter’s room every night told a different story. it was clear: the boy had an unhealthy parasocial relationship with a girl who would never know of his existence.

“hey petey pie, d’you still have my artisanal hand lotion?” tony came up to peter as he tinkered with his web shooters.

“oh yeah, mr. stark! they’re in my room and on my desk. you can just go in, if you want.” peter had a spare room in the tower that he used after long missions or big lab projects; it was much more empty than his room at aunt may’s. as most teenagers did, peter considered his bedroom a personal, private sanctuary, but his tower room’s furnishings were pretty basic and he usually didn’t even bother to close the door.

peter’s desk was fairly empty sans tony’s lotion, but because of how barren it was, tony’s eye was automatically drawn to the papers at the corner of the table. no, not his illegible chemistry notes. there was a flyer advertising your upcoming tour dates and locations, and underneath it was an autographed vinyl of what tony assumed was one of your albums.

but tony was truly horrified when he found the bottle of half-used perfume from your brand sitting on peter’s nightstand, in front of a framed picture of him photoshopped next to you.

“peter, we need to have a chat.” tony gestured to the communal living room, where steve, bucky, sam, wanda, and natasha were sitting. steve was holding a sheet of printer paper that said “intervention.”

peter looked around the room, trying to figure out who the intervention was for. “you never call me peter,” he laughed nervously, “is something going on? are we throwing a surprise party?”

peter made the mistake of looking over at steve and he couldn’t help but cower under the nation’s most powerful I’m Not Mad, Just Disappointed Face™. 

“kid, why don’t you take a seat?” steve sighed like a Disapointed Father™.

peter sat as far away from the rest of the avengers as he could, wary of how they’d all been looking at him. that was his second mistake, because he ended up across from a team of master interrogators who were staring him down like he was their next victim (because he was). 

“we wanted to discuss- uh, the… internet with you,��� bucky began.

“oh, mr. sergeant bucky sir, if you need help with the wifi router again, i can show you how to fix it yourself, it’s easy, ac-”

“no- no! that’s not… we’re not talking about that. so obviously your aunt may has already given you the se- safe reproductive activities talk, but we wanted you know, as tech experts-” bruce looked at tony and nat. “-to make sure you understood safe internect practices. safe and healthy internet practice.”

peter visibly relaxed. “oh, if that’s what you’re worried about, it’s all good! midtown has a mandatory seminar and i already know not to use omegle—i learned that the hard way, but i did learn; plus, i took a scratch lesson about html so i’m pretty like, tech proficient.”

“peter, have you ever heard of parasocial relationships?” the rest of the team shot wanda dirty looks at her slip up. they were supposed to ease into the whole thing so that peter didn’t get scared and run off.

“oh, like dating app parasites? yeah, ned was joking around on christian mingle and got this horrible-”

“let me put this into chronically online gen z words,” natasha grimaced. “do you know what the infinitive ‘to stan’ means?”

peter was puzzled. “oh yeah, of course! this guy flash from school has a huuuge obsession with sebastian stan; like, he stans sebastian stan. it’s kind of unhealthy. i’m pretty sure flash thinks he’s the y/n in a ‘my mom sold me to one direction for money’ ao3 fanfiction.”

“right…” sam’s face was all screwed up as he tried to steer the conversation away from 2000s boyband kidnapping aus. “and what about you, peter? do you stan anyone? any… attractive female celebrity who’s approximately your age?”

peter looked genuinely confused. “i mean, i’m a swiftie, if that counts. but not in an unhealthy way!” peter reassured. “i’m not one of those people who has a twitter account dedicated to analyzing the spray painted words on the wall she pisses on in the music video for the man to try and figure out the order of her next album releases, so don’t worry. i’m perfectly normal.” he laughed shrilly.

steve shuffled for something behind him. “i didn’t want to have to do this,” steve enunciated, holding up a picture of you. “we found your shrine and the pictures you’ve photoshopped yourself into and we know that you’ve deluded yourself into thinking that you have a relationship with her and we’re just worried, okay? look, i also enjoy her songs every once in a while, but this is too far. we can’t have an avenger with compromised judgement out on the field.”

peter’s mouth gaped and he stared at the picture steve had chosen, feeling himself blush. that was the picture you’d asked him for his opinion on it before posting it on instagram. and that was the night you’d sent him a voice memo of a song you’d written for him, in which you’d told him how you’d loved him for the first time.

“uh, come again?” peter’s voice turned up at the end in his confusion, but the other avengers took it as a sign that he was lying.

“okay, this is enough. we’re taking him to cho for an evaluation,” tony snapped, taking peter by the arm and dragging him down the hallway.

“hey- hey! wait! i’m not delusional, just let me-” peter scrambled for his phone, trying to pull out pictures of you and him together as proof, but he dropped it amidst the chaos of tony’s fussing and nat and bruce’s hushed whispering, and the exclamations of surprise in this unplanned step of the intervention.

peter watched as his phone clattered to the ground and he reached his free hand out for it cinematically, but it was to no avail. that stuff never worked in the movies either.

“jarvis!” peter yelled desperately.

“yes, young spiderling?” jarvis replied. tony must’ve reprogrammed eyerbody’s name in jarvis’ system.

“play voice memo! uh, the most recent one!”

“playing voice memo: this is peter with trial four- ahhhh! no, not that one!” crashing noises and a string of curses from a voice in the background that made steve flinch ensued. “oh my god, mr. stark’s going to kill me if he every finds out-”

“stop! no! jarvis, um, play the second most recent voice memo!”

peter looked at the ground to avoid tony’s withering glare. “we will be discussing this later,” tony warned.

“playing voice memo.” through tony’s newly installed surround sound speakers, your silvery voice reverberated around the high-ceilinged walls and silenced the other avengers’ jabbers.

“my thoughts will echo your name until i see you again, these are the words i held back as i was leaving too soon—i was enchanted to meet you.”

sam’s mouth dropped. “what the fuck? i didn’t peter say he learned to code on scratch? how did he work out this voice generator thing?”

bucky’s face contorted into the cute stupid expression he made every time he was confused. “relax, the kid probably recorded a live performance on the you-bee-too to feed into his whole hormonal teenage crisis fantasy.”

peter was outraged and opened his mouth to protest. steve cut him off. “kid, young people at your age will go through… ahem… changes. and perhaps that has manifested into a romantic yearning towards this lovely young woman, or uh,” steve blushed. “the desire to… fondue is very common as you develop into a man, and i myself-” steve choked and started coughing to avoid spilling any dangerous blackmail material. bucky patted his friend on the back knowingly.

“hey horndogs,” tony yelled from the front of the crowd, where he was still struggling to drag peter. “can someone turn off the damn music? i don’t want to know what the kid gets up to in his free time, like, at all. especially not in song form.”

“will you all stop calling me kid?” peter begged, finally freeing himself from tony’s *iron* hold. “look, that song’s unreleased, so i couldn’t have just recorded it off youtube. plus, tony already banned me from working with voice AIs after i accidentally broke karen and she wouldn’t stop screaming for like, six days straight.”

natasha raised her eyebrows, but nodded. “and we know the boy isn’t smart enough to come up with those lyrics on his own.”

“hey!” peter defended. “no, actually, yeah. you’re right.”

“what does this have to do with anything?” sam interrupted, throwing his hands in the air. “i personally find it creepier that he got access to the girl’s unreleased music. and don’t even get me started on the shrine-”

“she’s not some girl, she’s my girlfriend!” peter blurted.

steve scoffed. “sure she is. gorgeous, talented, multi-millionare singer-songwriter from brooklyn, mind you, is your girlfriend? what’s next, bucky and sam’s bickering is actually unresolved sexual tension?”

“yes?!” peter hissed incredulously. “you’re just jealous,” he huffed,” and don’t even lie, mr. captain rogers sir. i heard you crying to this is me trying last week. which, by the way, are you okay? anyways, yes, we’re dating. 

“i didn’t ‘photoshop’ the pictures, i- how would i even-? it’s not like there’s conveniently a picture of her in a photo booth holding up a green prop mustache that i can edit myself into. my ‘shrine?’ she sends me previews of her merch and stuff, i’m not gonna throw it out. it’s not like i’m collecting strands of her hair to replicate her dna. we literally just call each other,” peter huffed.

“we call each other, and- and she teaches me to play guitar… she writes songs for me… she has the sweetest cats… and she’s so beautiful and i can’t believe she’s mine…” peter rambled on with glazed eyes and a dopey smile on his face.

steve scowled. 

wanda sighed dreamily. “i can tell how much you like her… your thoughts are so bright every time you think about her…”

“excuse me?” peter raised his eyebrows defensively. “were you… reading my mind?”

“there are no secrets in this tower, underoo.” tony slung a heavy arm over peter. “what’s yours is ours.”

peter squinted. “i’m pretty sure that’s not how the saying- whatever.”

“secrets? please, we all remember when you tried to hide your baby photos. the vents were a stupid idea.” natasha snorted. “anyways, when do we get to meet her?”

“meet who?” peter lied innocently. if the avengers had been this zealous over a couple pictures of her, god knows what they’d do if they ever saw her in person? (and god knows what steve would do.)

“doesn’t matter. play dumb all you want kid, but we both know you’re smarter than that.” tony chattered absentmindedly, but peter went red at the casual compliment. “i saw the tour dates already; peter left ‘em in his room. second to last concert’s in new york, two weeks from now. i’ll pull a couple strings; easy.”

tony took off his yellow-tinted glasses and cleaned the lenses on his shirt. “right. jarvis, cancel all plans for the saturday two weeks from now. and reschedule that dry cleaners appointment to… uh, tuesday. gotta wash the merch before wearing it. oh yeah, and set a reminder for… tonight at 9, to shop for merch.”

tony looked smugly down at peter, who blinked a few times, dazed. “uh, thank you, i guess? thank you, mr. stark.”

in the two weeks leading up to the concert, peter was hearing your voice all over the compound. steve had officially indoctrinated bucky and sam into fans after he’d showed them his favorite album, and now the three of them would frequently squabble over which songs were the best lyrically, melodically, and emotionally. 

peter had seen wanda comforting a crying clint, who’d been listening to all too well on repeat for three days straight. (peter wasn’t sure why. clint was happily married.)

he nearly had a heart attack when natasha cornered him murderously with a perfectly manicured finger pointed threateningly at his chest. (right then, peter tried to come to terms with the fact that in his eulogy, they would reveal that he had died from a fingernail impaling.) it turned out that natasha had come to interrogate peter on how he’d met you, confessing that she wanted girl tips. natasha had also sworn to make his death long and painful if he ever told anybody about it.

what delighted peter the most is when he’d heard tony listening to one of your songs in lieu of his hard metal while working in his lab. and he swore he’d tony humming one of your songs while making breakfast a few days before the concert.

peter didn’t think it was possible, but his high was only multiplied once your merch arrived. it was like a second civil war had broken out. tony had made sure to order multiple of each item, but overlooked the fact that all the avengers wanted the limited edition concert tour t-shirt and an autographed copy of your newest album. he watched from the sidelines as grown adults threw hissy fits over themed notebooks and guitar picks (even though none of them played guitar), knowing he was already supplied thanks to your gifts.

even may, mj, and ned had gotten into the spirit. they’d surprised him one evening, after a tiring mission, by showing him the short video you’d sent them along with 3 vip tickets.

“hi aunt may,” you smiled lovingly at the camera. “thank you so much for… everything, i guess. for raising peter. and letting him see me; i know that it’s not easy or typical, but peter’s job isn’t easy or typical either. i love your son so, so dearly, and i just wanted to let you know that i’d do almost anything for him—whatever his job entails and whatnot. i’ve been on tour, so haven’t seen peter in a while, but i would love to see him again and maybe meet you and peter’s friends as well, which is why i’ve sent you three tickets.”

may cooed and told peter what an angel you were, and ned and mj teased him relentlessly for how stupidly in love he looked when he saw your face in the video.

“you’re down bad, man,” ned laughed, pushing peter’s chest. mj punched peter’s arm, telling him he was “one lucky bastard,” and peter’s only reaction was to whine about how they were manhandling him.

the night before the concert, peter was panicking about what to wear. though tony had been the most annoying about peter’s relationship, he’d come to check on his mentee and tony’s heart panged as he saw the anxiety radiating off of peter.

“what’s wrong, spiderboy?” tony sat on the edge of peter’s bed as the boy examined himself in the mirror. tony patted the space beside him.

“n-nothing, mr. stark.”

tony looked at peter disbelievingly.

peter sighed. “i’m just- she’s a superstar, like, she’s got fans and front-page modeling contracts and everyone loves her. sometimes i just don’t believe that she’d actually love me, y’know? ‘cause she’s her, and i’m just peter. some kid from queens who got bitten by a spider.” peter looked at his feet, eyes burning. “i’m not rich, or famous, or popular—i still get picked on by flash!” 

peter looked up at tony with red-rimmed eyes. “and i’m not like all the fancy celebrities that she’s around—she could have anyone. anyone. i’m pretty sure janelle monáe talked about her in an interview once. janelle. monáe. a-and jojo siwa danced to her music in a tiktok. and i can’t even tell you how many men say they have crushes on her in interviews and stuff… it’s like, i’m never there. we’re both busy, and she’s surrounded by people who are way cooler and smarter and famous-er than me, and it freaks me out, mr. stark.”

tony’s cool demeanor broke upon seeing how genuinely devastated peter was. “underoo, this girl wrote a song for you. hell, i think the most romantic thing i’ve done for pepper recently was eating lunch with her. jarvis? remind me to do something romantic for pepper. she talks to you almost every day, and trust me, i know, because we can hear you jabbering from the common room.

“kid, you work for me. that makes you pretty damn cool. you went to space—even though i said not to, but whatever—and you’re spiderboy. i passed by a street vendor selling knockoff spiderman masks the other day. people love you too. the team loves you. and i guess i think you’re pretty okay too. the girl loves you, spidey. jojo siwa has nothin’ on you.”

peter sniffed. “you really think so?”

“yeah, yeah. don’t push it.” tony went to leave peter’s room, but not before pointing to peter’s closet and winking. “it’s a secret.”

he opened the closet doors, shuffling through a couple of shirts you'd left behind and one of your cardigans. it was the same as always. but in his peripherally, peter caught sight of one of tony’s $200 smarthangers beholding the last limited edition tour shirt that had “mysteriously” gone missing. (bucky and sam were accusing each other for days.) he ran his hands over the cotton fabric, which was softer than he’d expected. tony must’ve dry-cleaned it for him beforehand. peter smiled, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand.

peter fiddled with the hem of his shirt the entire ride to the venue. happy picked him, may, ned, and mj up in the limo a bit earlier than the rest of the team was planning on leaving so they could get settled into their vip seats.

the venue was smaller than he’d expected. you’d played in much larger spaces before, with huge audiences and grand stages with special effects, but tonight was almost intimate. peter’s heart was beating until he felt it in his throat and may squeezed his hand reassuringly. he’d heard you sing on facetime, or in the videos you’d sent to him, but never live. he thought he might’ve been more scared than you were.

as the venue filled, peter’s anxiety only increased. mj and ned were bubbling happily, and peter caught the avengers waving to him from a section just a bit further from the stage. he was secretly grateful that they weren’t up front with him. maybe it was selfish, but he wanted you to himself tonight.

when the lights dimmed and ambient music begin filling the air, peter watched as you slowly rose from a platform under the stage until you were fully revealed, holding a sleek black guitar, beaming so brightly that peter was pretty sure you wouldn’t need the stage lights.

the cheering of the crowd was dull in his ears. he was mesmerized by the way you moved, adjusting the vintage microphone in front of you. it was only you on stage, illuminated by a spotlight, standing in front of your microphone like you were at home on a stage in front of hundreds of people.

you needed no introduction before you began singing a song that peter hadn’t heard before. 

vintage tee, brand new phone. high heels on cobblestones. when you are young they assume you know nothing…

it was your first date. peter had exchanged his science pun shirts for an old band tee, and you’d complimented him immediately, revealing that you were also a fan. you’d dropped and cracked your phone on the sidewalk that night, stumbling over a bump in the concrete and falling into peter. you’d made a stupid joke, “it looks like i’ve fallen for you,” and peter had laughed like you were the funniest person in the world.

but i knew you, dancing in your levi’s, drunk under a streetlight, i… i knew you, hand under my sweatshirt, baby kiss it better, i… and when i felt like i was an old cardigan under someone’s bed, you put me on and said i was your favorite.

it was the night you’d first kissed. it had started raining, both of your socks were all wet, and the sweatshirt peter had given you to wear after you’d gotten cold was soaked through. you’d pasted your hands under his shirt onto his chest, claiming you needed warmth. he did the same. 

to kiss in cars and downtown bars was all we needed… you drew stars around my scars but now i’m bleedin’... 

it was you and him, trying not to be seen. you and him, avoiding cameras and crowds—hiding behind tinted car windows and hole-in-the-wall restaurants. it was you and him: when he took you swinging right before you left to tour and you scraped your knees from the rough landing. you and him: peter kissing your cuts and apologizing profusely about giving you scars right before your concert. you and him, when you’d pulled him into your chest and told him you’d sacrifice anything to be under the stars with him.

‘cause i knew you, steppin’ on the last train, marked me like a bloodstain, i… i knew you, tried to change the ending, peter losing wendy, i… 

you and him: when he’d hugged you goodbye in a quiet corner at the train station and wiped away your tears from under your sunglasses. you and him: when peter watched as the spiderman bandaids on your knees that he’d given you last night as you bled walked further and further away. you and him: when he’d called you and cried after a difficult mission, telling you how he thought he might have not made it and how the thought of losing you—his darling—was what kept him going. you and him: how you’d wanted to cancel your tour and see him again, but how he insisted that you keep going, that the both of you kept going.

i knew i’d curse you for the longest time, chasin’ shadows in the grocery line;  i knew you’d miss me once the thrill expired, and you’d be standin’ in my front porch light… 

you and him: how you’d fought halfway through your tour, when he didn’t understand why you didn’t want to go public with your relationship. you and him: how you’d gone grocery shopping with him but dropped his hand and left as soon as cameras appeared. you and him: how he’d told you that the secrecy of the relationship might be thrilling for you, but was hurting him. you and him: how he’d promised that no matter how difficult your relationship got, you’d always have a home at his and may’s apartment.

and i knew you’d come back to me, and you’d come back to me… and you’d come back… 

next to peter, ned and mj hollered excitedly and jumped up and down; may screamed and clapped. peter hadn’t budged, staring up at you with awe and pride as your strumming faded out. he would’ve been content staring at you, glowing as you immersed in your element, until ned elbowed him.

you tapped the microphone a couple of times and the stage lights began to reveal the landscape behind you; a small band, a few background singers, and a simple, natural scene.

you cleared your throat. “thank you, new york!”

peter had never heard a sound sweeter than your giggle as you watched the audience cheer and wave their glowsticks.

“thank you! this is the second to last concert of my tour, and it’s been such a privilege to play for you. you guys are the first to hear my new single, cardigan, that i wrote while on tour.”

there was more screaming and your eyes scanned the audience for something that you evidently hadn’t found, given the nearly imperceptible frown on your face.

“uh, this song is really important to me, ‘cause it’s about someone i really love. i haven’t seen him in a while, and god, i miss him, and i hope he knows that i’d always come back to him…” you sniffled, and the audience cooed.

 “y’know, sometimes you have those moments when you’re paralyzed or when you’re scared, so you keep trying to live in the past, where things are easy and you already know how everything ends. but if you take the easy route, trying to protect yourself from the unknown, you end up losing what could’ve been. all the new moments that you’ll never get to have because you’re too busy living in old memories. ‘cause when you stay behin, the people you love might want to move forward, take risks, and explore even better things. so you might lose them.”

your eyes searched the audience once more. “and i’ve learned so much from being on tour with you all. it’s very- if you don’t know, everything that goes on behind the scenes in the music industry is very… intentional. every word, action, public appearence—it’s all planned. but i met this boy; or rather, i fell in love with this boy, and he makes me want to say, ‘fuck the plans.’” the audience roared and you laughed jubiantly alongside them. 

“i don’t know if i’m allowed to swear, actually. it’s fine,” you admitted. “anyways, he makes me want to take chances, even if that terrifies me. ‘cause honestly, it did; still does. i hope he’s here today. i can’t see him from here, but his name is peter. peter parker.”

there were cheers and murmurs, and peter heard heard thor somewhere in the back roar, “the spi- the small man is here!” thor pointed vigorously to the front, where peter was standing and blushing profusely. there was a bit of sweat beading on his forehead, and sure, the body heat from the crowd was pretty hot, but the fire in his cheeks had nothing to do with that.

peter watched as you walked towards the edge of the stage to where thor was pointing, shouting back at him with a quick banter that the audience seemed to love. peter cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted, praying you could hear it from amidst the crowd, because he couldn’t even hear himself.

your eyes widened and you burst into a grin as you locked eyes with peter. “oh my god, is it- peter?”

peter nodded, face contorting into surprise and then adoration and then determination as the both of you rushed forward to try and touch each other. you fell to your knees and reached your hand out to peter, and he took is tightly between both of his. you mouthed his name so that nobody but him could see it, and under the harsh stage lights, peter could clearly see the watery tears collecting at the corner of your eyes that you carefully dabbed away as to not smudge any of your makeup.

“peter—this is peter, my boyfriend!” you announced to the crowd, holding his hand up. “is there any way you can come up-” you looked around for stairs.

peter smirked, slinging himself onto the stage with ease. he’d scaled buildings before. this was no challenge, especially because he had an incentive to work towards.

“oh, you’re just climbing- that works too!” you offered him your hands to pull him to his feet and enveloped him into a hug. you’d left him a bottle of your perfume before you’d left, but nothing could compare to actually holding you in your arms. you smelled like sweat and hairspray, but he could still catch hints of your perfume and the shampoo you loved.

when you let go of him, still keeping one of your hands in his, peter snuck a glance at the audience. from the stage, the venue seemed twice as large. he could see may, mj, and ned waving and screaming at him, and a bit further back, he could see thor waving his hands maniacally and tony, who had somehow managed to clear out a spot, actually smiling.

“what am i supposed to do?” peter hissed to you, smiling awkwardly at the audience as his heart pounded. fighting robot-alien-ancient-powerful-gods was so much easier than this.

“kiss me?” you whispered, eyes glittering. peter didn’t need to be told twice.

“so i’m peter? and you’re wendy darling?”

“mhm,” you sighed, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead.

“i’ll never lose you, darling. i’ll always come back to you.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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the midtown group chat reacts to your relationship

[lemonluvgirl]

Hey!! Could you do a post-mj fic on the morning after “Real”? Where they talk about what happened and maybe a lil smut HEHE thank youuu! Love your work!

Yes! Sorry it took me a while, but I finally got it started. Here's the first part. The second part (containing smut, and discussions) will be added as soon as I finish it.

Sunrise

(a GBT mini-story by Lemonluvgirl87)

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Peeta watched as the first ray of golden light broke through the silver-grey morning. He was sitting up in bed staring out at the open window, thinking.

Beside him Katniss slept soundly. He watched the rise and fall of her chest, eternally grateful for the fact that out of all the things the Capitol had taken from him, and the list was long, they hadn’t taken her.

He basked in the knowledge that they were still here, that they were still breathing, and that they were rebuilding themselves bit by bit. Some days were still excruciatingly difficult. Some days he fought just to see the first tentative tendril of dawn, beating back the shadows and signaling an end to the nightmares and the flashbacks.

Other days, like today, he felt nothing but an immense sense of hope.

He watched as the golden light spilled forth to illuminate her skin, transforming large swaths of it from its usual warm rich color into something like honey-soaked radiance.

Cinna had been right about her, from the very first day. She was a woman lit from within. There wasn’t a word big enough to describe her beauty.

Peeta glanced away, back towards the window and the sky that was turning the perfect shade of baby pink and orange. Out of the two vistas, the dawn actually paled in comparison to his naked bed partner.

Friend, lover, victor, enemy, target, mutt, ally,…friend again…and finally this.

It had been a long and meandering journey to arrive at the place where Peeta used to believe they would never get to. Especially after the hijacking. He couldn’t have imagined any scenario where Katniss (who was cautious to the extreme), would ever trust him enough to be completely vulnerable with, to be naked and intimate with. It had taken a long time and they had both had their reservations throughout but in the end it had been indescribably essential to both of them to find a way to express their feelings for each other without the cameras, without the games, without the pressures that had constantly stunted them before.

Peeta watched the sky brighten and unfurl, like someone had tipped over a jar of paint and then colors slowly spilled forth. It was not very unlike what had happened with him and Katniss last night. One kiss goodnight led to ten, and that led to touching that was so exquisitely rapturous that neither of them seemed to be able to hold back anymore. Like a thousand colors spilled from a thousand jars of paint, their joining had flowed and combined to create a masterpiece unlike any Peeta had ever seen before. A thousand wish filled nights culminated in one singular moment where the two of them held onto each other before taking that one last plunge. Though they were both frightened, terrified really, (because they had faced a lot of things in their short years but nothing quite as wholly irrevocable as this last thing) still, they had in the end chosen to trust each other anyway.

That, more than the physical act (though that was by no means something Peeta was underrating or dismissing at all) was what had him awake early and seeking out the sunrise.

This was a moment he didn’t want to miss, or forget. The first day of the rest of their lives, whatever troubles or setbacks came their way somehow he knew deep down without Katniss ever having to say it, that they would go into the rest of it as one.

A single tear slipped down Peeta’s cheek as he watched the clouds roll by in lazy levitation. In the beginning, when they had brought him back from the Capitol, he could never have imagined a day as beautiful as this one. But here it was, and here they were, and despite what had been stolen from them, this was one thing that would be wound up in his very bones and marrow, written so deeply on his heart that it was synonymous with his very life.

The fact that Katniss Everdeen really did in fact love him, and this time it was real.

“Mornin’” came a sleepy voice on this right.

Peeta blinked quickly and rubbed his face, wiping away the last dregs of sleep and any lingering wetness around his eyes.

“Good morning, love.” Peeta replied and turned to lean down to kiss Katniss on her soft cheek. Peeta could feel her face stretch into a smile even before he pulled away.

“What’s on the agenda for today?” She asked, glancing up at him shyly, the small smile still playing about her lips.

Peeta grinned down at her.

“I’m going to draw you a nice bath, my beauty, and then I’ll bring up a tray so you can have breakfast while you soak.” Peeta told her as he stroked her messy brown hair away from her face.

“Breakfast in the bathtub? I guess you really liked last night huh?” She teased, her small smile widening.

Peeta leaned down and kissed her, morning breath and all, and she let out a shocked and half-disgusted squeak of protest.

“I did. But you are under no obligation to butter me up further dear huntress. I’ll bake you as many cheese buns as you want for breakfast, just to see you smile.” Peeta said when slowly wound one hand underneath the sheet still covered his lower torso and started tracing the faint scars of flame that wound up and around his chest and arms.

“You’d better.” She said with a soft laugh, as she trailed her fingers down and lightly scratched at the patchy, nonuniform hair that grew in a faulty line down his stomach due to his burns.

“Katniss,” Peeta began in a cautious tone. As much as he liked what she was doing, Haymitch had been very specific in his advice on what to do after their first time. Peeta knew Katniss needed rest, despite her enthusiastic indications.

“Mmmm,” Katniss murmured as she scooted into his side and kissed a line of fire across his chest.

Peeta sighed, holding back a potent moan, his body eager for her again despite all the logical reasons against it.

Peeta knew he wouldn’t outlast her searing kisses and heated touches, so he did the only thing he could and scooped her up as easily as mother goose scooping up an errant gosling, before slinging her over his shoulder and marching into the bathroom while Katniss protested the entire way. He set her on the counter and gently bid her to hush, while he filled the tub for her. She scowled at him, but he noticed the way she gingerly lowered herself into the warm water once it was filled.

Peeta added some restorative oils and salts to the bathwater and then left to prepare her breakfast. By the time he came back with cheese buns she was no longer scowling. They ate their breakfast in bed after she dried off, saying she didn’t want to shrivel into a prune. But she was oddly contemplative and a little quiet. Peeta knew that meant she needed some time to herself to work through things, and so he offered to do some errands in town so she could go hunt.

Katniss had mentioned once that the woods helped her put things in perspective, and the grateful look on her face after he offered assured him it had been the right decision.

Peeta visited the local stalls that had popped up along the section of town that had been rebuilt since they had come back to 12. He bought some needed household items and made conversation with some of the people in town. The entire ordeal was almost painless, even the moment he had to walk past the empty space that used to be the bakery. It had been cleared out, along with the other burned out husks of stores and shops along the main path into town. Peeta felt a pang of sadness strike his heart but he only let it affect him for a moment. He would never forget his family, or the other people who had lost their lives because of the rebellion and the war, but he was slowly getting better at not letting the past swallow up the present.

It didn’t always work, some days he did get caught up in shiny waking nightmares and he had to sequester himself away from people, and grip the back of a chair until it passed. But today he let the feeling wash over him, let it have its due, and then he let it go. He has someone to get home to. He had someone who loved him.

So when he made his way back to their home and saw she still wasn’t back he went about getting things ready for dinner. Then while the dish baked in the oven he went into the small room on the first floor they had set aside for his painting. He decided to work a little while he waited for the food to cook and Katniss to come home.

First sketched, then he began to paint. The image was clear and unforgettable in his mind as the brush swirled and flew across the canvas. Peeta couldn't remember the last time he had felt this free while painting. Usually he painted the things he couldn’t get out of his head, things that haunted his sleep and sometimes his waking moments. He also painted people. The ones they had lost. Those were harder to do than the nightmares. Usually he kept everything covered, or turned away towards the wall. Katniss didn’t come in often, knowing that most of the images were from the games, his hijacking, or their last assault on the Capitol. They disturbed her, so Peeta made sure to keep them underwraps just in case she did come in to check on him.

But today he felt like she would appreciate the painting he had created today....

(to be continued soon)

[starlordsandrockets]

Just A Touch: Part II

pairing: college!Peter Parker x Reader: 18+

Word Count: 1.3k

summary: It has been a week since you and Peter had kissed and a week since he told you he was going to break up with his girlfriend. You find it harder and harder to be around Peter, feeling guilty for having feelings for a guy who is taken.

READ PART ONE HERE

a/n: hope this short part 2 ties up the story for all of you who asked for it in my inbox/through reblogs! let me know what you think!

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You stared at your latte, the half empty coffee staring back at you. Peter sat across from you, goofing off as usual as Ned and Betty laughed next to him. The four of you had walked to a local cafe that specializes in organic food and drinks. It was Betty’s idea but you had wanted to visit the cafe for a while now, so you did not oppose it. The four of you were enjoying your time and the cafe, but you could not help but feel that little something that was eating away at you. That something was the fact that it had been a week since you and Peter kissed, and a week since he told you he was going to break up with his girlfriend.

“Y/N?” Betty’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts, “I was asking if you were okay,” She spoke quietly, her voice hushed. She watched as you nodded, taking a sip of your latte. You felt as Peter’s feet found yours, kicking them playfully. His actions made you stiffen, alerting Betty that something was up, “Y/N, this is suuuper embarrassing,” Betty spoke playfully, her voice drawing out, “but I totally need to ask you a question. It’s a girl thing, so could we like, go outside?” The blonde flashed a smile towards Ned, “Can I borrow her for a sec, Pete?”

“Uh, yeah sure,” Peter shrugged, holding a large mug of coffee. He watched as Betty took hold of your wrist, practically dragging you out of the small cafe’s door.

You wanted to groan, you did not hate Betty, however her personality exhausted you, “What’s up?” Your voice was monotone as you tried to avoid Peter’s eye contact through the storefront’s glass.

“No, you. You, what’s up,” Betty watched as you stood there awkwardly under Peter’s gaze, “What did he do? Did he screw up? Is it because Ned and I are here? Do you feel weird?”

“It’s not like this is a double date,” You laughed, “and I don’t know if I could be alone with him,” You admitted quietly.

“So he screwed up. What the hell did he do?” Betty rolled her eyes, arms crossing across her argyle sweater, “Was he handsy again?” Her question grew quiet as she watched your expression grow flustered.

“No, he- he hasn’t tried that again,” You stuttered, “It’s- It’s the fact that this isn’t a double date. I’m just confused at what this is at all?” You questioned not only Betty but yourself, “He has a girlfriend. I feel like such a bitch,”

“MJ would never blame you. If that’s what you’re thinking,” Betty smiled, “Michelle’s a real feminist, she’d kick Peter’s ass before she would ever think of blaming you,”

“You know her?” You questioned with a groan. Of course you would be the odd one out of the group. You always were.

“We all went to highschool together. Ned and I dated for like a month a few years ago,” Betty smiled, sending a bright smile to the friends that sat behind the glass next to them, “MJ was the only one who chose to not go to ECU. Peter clearly isn’t taking it well,” She shrugged, “Peter’s an affectionate guy, he really relied on MJ and now she’s not here. She hasn’t returned a lot of his calls, and that’s not surprising coming from her,” Betty spoke, “So I can understand why Peter’s unhappy,”

“I just don’t know what to do,” You spoke, feeling slightly better than you did before, “He just hasn’t mentioned anything about her or about the kiss or us,”

“Have you asked him?” Betty questioned, watching you cross your arms. A small laugh passed through your lips.

“Yeah, that’d really help my case,” You spoke sarcastically, “Hey Peter, did you break up with your girlfriend yet? No? Well better get on that before you try to get in my pants again,” Your eyes fell onto a car that was pulling into the cafe’s parking lot, “Maybe I should just forget about it, I’m sure he has,”

“Girl, don’t give me that crap,” Betty spoke, her vocabulary making your nose wrinkle, “I haven’t seen Peter happy since MJ told him she wasn’t going to ECU. MJ’s all about bettering herself and sometimes she doesn’t realize how that affects others. Like Peter,” Betty sighed, “I think it’s best for both of them to have a clean slate freshmen year,”

“Yeah, well,” You spoke, your thoughts still racing, “My coffee’s getting cold,” You made an excuse. You did not want to return to the table you shared with Peter, but it was better than expressing your feelings to Betty, “but, thanks,”

“Anytime, girl,” Betty smiled, giving your arm a squeeze. The two of you made your way back into the cafe, returning to your seats.

You felt as if Peter’s eyes were burning into you as you reached out for your coffee. Bringing it to your lips, you took a sip, it was cold. Peter’s foot rubbed against your ankle, prompting you to meet his eyes and you reluctantly did. You watched as Peter tilted his head, silently asking if you were okay, “What?” You asked him, attracting Betty’s gaze out of the corner of her eyes. Reaching out, Betty swatted you with the back of her hand, “My coffee’s cold, I’m going to get another one,” You spoke, finding an excuse to leave the table.

“I’ll come with you,” Peter spoke, watching you begin to object, “I want to try one of their smoothies anyway,” He shrugged his shoulders as he watched you stand up from your seat. Watching as you walked off silently, Peter scrambled after you, “Hey-“ He spoke, taking hold of our wrist.

You stopped in your tracks, snapping yourself out of his hold, “Don’t touch me-“ You spoke, realizing your words, “Sorry- I just-“

“What’s going on? Really?” Peter spoke, “You’re avoiding me, not looking me in the eyes,” He watched as you stiffened, “Y/N,” Your name left his lips, almost sounding like a punishment.

Your eyes followed a couple that walked past the two of you, hand in hand, “You,” You searched your head for an excuse, but you were tired, “You touched me- You touched me and then just left me there to cry. Then you come back and you hit me with the fact that you have a girlfriend,” You watched as Peter studied you, emotionless, “Peter, it’s been a week and I don’t even know if you even broke up with her- I’m just,” You felt your thoughts tangle as you rambled in front of him, “I’m hanging out with you and your friends and I have no clue what I am to you and god I feel like such a bitch,”

“I’m terrible at relationships,” Peter spoke, “but I did break it off with MJ- the morning after I spent the night at your place,” You watched as Peter searched his head for the right words. He could not tell you that he was hesitant to have you in his life because he was Spider-Man. Peter did not want to put you in danger after everything that the two of you already had been through, “I think I just assumed that we were a thing, without talking about it,” He somewhat lied. But his claim was partially true, whenever the two of you were around each other you already acted like a couple.

“You didn’t even tell me you broke up with her,” You laughed, “and now you’re assuming we’re dating without even asking me to be your girlfriend?”

“I didn’t know you were so old fashioned,” Peter teased, watching you shove him slightly, “but, sorry. Are you free tomorrow? I thought we could go out to the diner, on a date,”

“You are terrible at relationships,” You spoke as he took your hand, leading you to the cafe’s counter, “but yeah. I’m free,”

[hobgoblinns]

upside-down (doubleparker)

fuck it, doublespider fluff. in my head this is their first kiss. also posted to ao3!

peter: andrew!peter parker: tobey!peter

wordcount: 346

‘You ever feel bad about using your powers for like… dumb stuff?’

‘Something something great responsibility, huh?’

‘Exactly!’

‘Not at all.’

Peter raises an eyebrow and folds his arms. ‘Seriously? You never feel even a little bad for like… I don’t know, using a web to grab a bagel ‘cause you’re too lazy to get up?’

‘Okay, first of all, that’s gross. Why would you—I mean—you’re going to eat something you just covered in web fluid?’

‘Dude, it’s just like, a hypothetical, I’ve never actually—’

Parker cracks a smile. ‘I’m kidding. Anyway. No, why would I feel bad about that?’

‘Because it’s, like… I don’t know, wasteful.’

‘Not if you’re making your own biological web fluid.’

‘I told you to stop talking about that!’ Peter makes a face. ‘Ugh. And you call me gross. Seriously, that is dis-gus-ting.’

‘Well, I don’t know, I just—I guess I might have felt bad once, but, y’know. There’s a lot of fun to be had with spider-powers. When you’re not saving the world, obviously.’

‘Like… what?’

A thoughtful smile creeps onto Parker’s face. ‘You ever kissed upside-down?’

‘What? That’s stupid. Why would I--?’

‘That was mine and MJ’s first kiss. Before she knew it was me.’

‘Huh? How did you kiss her without her knowing--?’

‘Rolled up the mask. Just over the mouth. And it was dark.’

‘Okay,’ Peter says slowly, unconvinced. ‘It still sounds stupid, though. I mean, how would that even work? Wouldn’t that be, like, really uncomfortable for both parties--!’

‘Nah. It was awesome! Look, I’ll show you.’

‘You’ll what--!’

Before Peter even gets the sentence out, Parker has swung onto the ceiling, suspended himself, leant down, and kissed him smack on the mouth.

It goes on. And on. For quite some time.

It’s actually Parker who pulls away first, grinning cheekily back at Peter, who can tell even upside down how smug Parker is about this. ‘Well?’ Parker asks, and Peter rolls his eyes.

‘I get to be upside-down next time,’ he mutters, and pulls Parker in again.

[violetlilysunshine]

No More Secrets

Boyfriend Harry Holland x Actress Reader

Summary: Harry finds out about a history between you and Tom, making him doubt himself and your relationship.

WC: 2,486

Warnings: a little bit angsty, kinda sad for a second, swearing, mentions of sex, mostly fluff 

A/N: I like to put the “keep reading” bar on all my posts (not just 18+) because I prefer it that way on mobile, if y’all don’t like it, let me know!!

MASTERLIST

Somehow, Harry had convinced you to go on a camping trip with Tom, Sam, and Harrison. You, not being the outdoorsy type because bugs, agreed and now here you were in the woods trying to set up a tent with Harrison. 

“No, it goes this way, Y/N,” Harrison barked at you in exasperation. 

“Well, that’s not what the picture looks like, Harrison,” you sassed back. 

“Well, I don’t care what the picture looks like!” he argued back before Harry came over to help you out.

“Why don’t you go help Tom unload the kitchen stuff, darling, and I’ll handle this,” he spoke against your ear, gently wrapping his arms around your waist and placing a short kiss to your temple. 

“Yeah, alright,” you answered breathily, slipping out of his grasp and walking back towards the cars.

“Alright, how do we do this?” Harry questioned Harrison.

“Mate, I have no idea, she was the only one reading the directions,” he answered. 

“Then why were you yelling at her!?”

“Because I’m sure my way will work just fine!”

“Well, she knows what she’s doing! She’s always right!”

“Just because she’s your girlfriend, mate, doesn’t mean she’s always right.”

Harry glanced down at the instruction manual laying on the ground at his feet, then glanced back at the tent in his hands. “Well, in this case she was,” he said shoving the manual in Harrison’s face before pulling the poles out of the tent to start over. 

“Ugh,” Harrison groaned, “this is going to take forever!” 

~~~~~~~~~

After dinner, so graciously cooked by Sam, you were gathered around the fire pit, under the stars. You were cuddled in Harry’s lap, sharing a blanket while everyone else was situated in their own chairs; yours had become the snack chair - featuring the s’mores supplies. 

You were all slightly tipsy, having cleared through the single case of beer you’d packed. The boys were arguing about who would have to go into town the next day to get more, not that you cared. You were content being sober, never having been a big drinker.

Harry wasn’t paying much mind to the conversation either. Instead he was focused on your fingers tracing patterns on his thigh, your hair tied up in a bun to avoid a marshmallow-chocolate catastrophe, and the way the firelight lit up your cheeks. 

You glanced down at him sweetly, feeling his eyes lingering on you. You breathed deeply before asking, “what’s up, bub?” 

“Nothing, babe, just looking at you,” he answered.

“Like what you see?” you asked cheekily, chuckling lightly.

“Oh yeah,” he answered quickly, “how did I ever get a girl like you?”

“I don’t know, Holland,” you answered, laughing breathily once more and planting a kiss on his lips.

“Would you two knock it off?” Harrison groaned from across the fire, “no one wants to see that!”

You pulled back and chuckled, slightly embarrassed because you weren’t used to attention like this. You’d hardly spent time with these boys as a group, mainly opting for solo-time with Harry.  

“Oh leave ‘em alone,” Tom answered quickly, “I think it’s cute.” 

“Yeah, only because you didn’t want her,” Harrison grumbled out, much louder than he’d anticipated. 

“What?” Harry piped up quickly. 

“Oh no,” Sam sighed, knowing the full story, and the secret you’d vowed to keep from Harry.

You had met Tom on a red carpet once upon a time, greeting him quickly before being ushered off to the next interview. You didn’t think anything would come of it, but hoped that you’d cross paths again another day. To your delight, you did on your next project. 

You ended up filming a small movie with the Russo Brothers and Tom came to set for a few days to visit them. The two of you “reconnected” and ended up getting on pretty well, hanging out casually while he was around.

The night before he left, the two of you had a night in at your apartment; you had take out together and watched a movie, during which you had gravitated closer together. You were talking a little and felt the smallest spark in the room. The two of you were looking at each other, a pause settled in the conversation. He glanced down at your lips, and you at his. In this moment, you silently agreed that you wanted to try something more. He leaned in and pressed a sweet, short kiss to your lips. You didn’t feel anything and neither did he. He pulled away and let out a breath. The both of you agreed that it didn’t feel like anything; not that it was a bad kiss, but it didn’t set either of your hearts on fire. 

After that you agreed to stay friends, keeping things simple, and nothing more ever came of it. You didn’t know that he’d told any of his friends, as you’d never told anyone yourself. If you were ever asked about your relationship with Tom, you always said something along the lines of, “it’s just not like that.”

A few months later, you and Tom ended up in Atlanta; he was filming Spider-Man and you were working on another project. This time he had Harry with him, who you got to meet. Instantly, something sparked between the two of you. You ended up hanging with Harry a lot on this trip; the two of you found ways to be alone together, even if you’d started the night out as a group with other friends.

Quickly, you and Harry built a relationship; everything with him felt easy, comfortable, harmonious. One night, you were bar hopping with the gang, Harry and you leading the pack, and Harry kept bumping his arm against yours. You got the hint, and let him tangle your fingers together, very much like the Far From Home airport scene with Peter and MJ. Things progressed from there with more time being spent together and quite a few dates. A few weeks later, you slipped up introducing him to one of your friends, calling him your boyfriend when you’d hadn’t had that talk yet; but he was smooth, instantly reaching his hand out saying, “yeah, I’m her boyfriend, nice to meet you,” before winking at you and cooling the blush rising to your cheeks.

Now here you were a year later, and your secret from oh so long ago was about to come out. You wanted to tell him about your kiss with Tom, but didn’t want to hurt him or make him doubtful of your relationship, so you let it slide. Not worrying about it and just letting life happen.

You immediately looked at Tom, knowing what Harrison was referring to, now also knowing that Tom had told people. You weren’t mad at him for this, but obviously everyone knew that Harry didn’t know, and should’ve been keeping their mouths shut.

Harry had always been a little beaten down; he felt he was living in Tom’s shadow and thought that girls wanted Tom more than him. Meeting you was different, you seemed to see him. He never thought that you and Tom might’ve had something before he came along.

Silence passed between you all, no one willing to break the tension except Harry.

“What did you say, Harrison?” 

“Nothing, I didn’t mean anything,” Harrison quickly stuttered out.

“No, you said that Tom didn’t want Y/N. What does that mean?” He questioned, looking at Tom first and then up at you.

You blinked quickly, eyes locked with Tom, urging him to speak. Thankfully he got the message, “Y/N and I sort of kissed once. It was nothing, just a peck.”

“You..... you what?” Harry asked, his face falling as you turned to look at him quickly. You pressed your hands to his cheeks trying to make him listen to your explanation as you began to sputter, “it was nothing,” and, “it didn’t mean anything.”

Harry nudged you off of his lap and stood up before stalking off to your shared tent.

You looked over at Tom, to which he quickly whispered a “sorry,” his face softening at you as well, before you locked eyes with Harrison sternly. 

“What the fuck was that about?” You seethed at him. He knew he messed up and he was genuinely sorry, but right now in this moment there was no fixing it with you so he chose not to say anything at all. His eyes looked remorseful; deep down you knew he was sorry and that he wouldn’t do anything to break up you and Harry, but he had really messed up. 

You turned around and began to walk slowly to the tent, wanting to give Harry a little time to cool off before you tried to explain. When you made it to the entrance, you slowly unzipped it and found him laying on top of the sleeping bag with his arm thrown over his eyes.

“Bubba?” you asked quietly, not wanting to push him too far, but desperately wanting him to speak to you. 

He sighed deeply. You knew he’d heard you and that he was processing, so you sat down next to him quietly, waiting for him to come to you. Tears started to well up in your eyes because you hated hurting him and you didn’t want to lose him. 

He slowly sat up and removed his arm from his face. He turned towards you and looked into your bloodshot eyes; his were red too and he already had streaks of tears down his cheeks. 

“Yes, darling?” He asked; he wanted to hear what you had to say. He didn’t want to lead the conversation yet, hell, he wasn’t sure he was even ready to have it. 

“Bubba, it didn’t mean anything. I promise. It was so long ago,” you breathed out, not really knowing where to start. You’d been so focused on him that you didn’t think about what you were going to say.

“What happened exactly?” he asked lowly, wanting to know the whole story. 

“Well, he visited the Russo Brothers on our set and we hung out and then thought maybe we could be more and kissed once. It didn’t even last a second and it didn’t feel like anything and I don’t want him at all. He doesn’t want me. We agreed that it was nothing and I didn’t even know that Harrison and Sam knew and I’m so so sorry I didn’t tell you. I know how much it hurts to find out this way,” you quickly rambled out. 

“When?” 

“A long time ago. Before Atlanta. Before we met,” you stuttered out.

He looked up at the roof of the tent, breathing deeply. He felt like sloppy seconds. 

“You couldn’t land him, so you came to me?” he spoke into the sky.

“Not at all,” you hurried out as you clambered over to him and straddled his lap, grabbing his cheeks and bringing his face down to meet yours, “I don't want him. There’s nothing between us, we’re just friends, you know that.” 

You paused, giving him time to add something if he wanted. You breathed for a few seconds before continuing, “I know that you feel like you live in his shadow, but trust me when I say that when I saw you, my world shined a little brighter. You’re not in the shadow with me at all, baby,” you whispered to him, both of you now crying heavily.

You peppered little kisses on his chin as you continued, “I looked past Tom and saw you, Harry. It’s always been you,” your voice breaking. 

“But you could have had him, why would you ever want me?” He questioned insecurely.

“Because you’re you, bub. You’re different people. You see me as I am. You appreciate me. You’re an incredible person with the kindest heart. You’re an amazing human being. You care for people so much. You’re an amazing photographer and you’re gong to make an amazing director someday. Hell, you already are with Roses for Lily,” you breathed quickly, squeezing his cheeks a little tighter, trying to make him believe you. “God, Har, I love you so much, it hurts,” you added before thinking.

You pulled away quickly, your tears stopping and eyes widening immediately. His widened as well, neither of you had said that yet.

Your brain kicked into high gear, immediately trying to talk your way out of it, but no words were coming to your mind so you were left stuttering a series of “um,” and “I didn’t mean to say that” and “what I meant was,” before he cut you off.

“I love you, too,” he said simply. 

“Yeah?” you breathed out.

“Yeah,” he said before gently grabbing your waist and pulling you forward to connect your lips. 

After separating after a few seconds, you asked him, “does this mean we’re okay?”

“Yeah, love, we’re okay,” he answered, calling you ‘love’ for the first time. Your heart beat a little faster at that before he added, “I just wish you would’ve told me sooner.”

“I wanted to, babe, but I didn’t want to hurt you, especially when it was nothing.”

“I understand that, darling,” he breathed out, “but no more secrets.”

“No more secrets,” you answered before kissing him again.

He poured his whole heart into the kiss, wanting to show you just how much he loves you. Your tongues tangled for a while before he started to tug at your hips a little harder, trying to grind up into you. You felt him beginning to get hard and pulled back chuckling.

“I am not having sex with your brothers and best friend sitting right there.”

“They’re pretty far away, love,” he laughed, trying to pull you in with his charm, “I don’t think they’ll hear, but if they do, they’ll really know you’re mine,” he added peppering kisses down your neck and sucking on your sweet spot just above your collar bone. 

“Harrrrrrrrry,” you laughed out, pushing him away from your neck and pulling his face up to yours to plant a quick kiss on him, “no.”

“Later?” he asked cheekily, quirking up an eyebrow and smiling at you.

“Maybe, bubba,” you answer slowly, “if you’re lucky, very late tonight after we’re - and by we’re I mean I’m - sure everyone is asleep we can maybe go have sex in the car where no one will hear us.” 

He plants a kiss on the corner of your mouth before saying, “man I can’t wait for them to go to sleep tonight,” with a laugh and a final kiss to your lips. 

“C’mon tiger,” you say standing up and dragging him with you back to the group. 

“All better?” Tom asks quickly once the two of you came into view. He glances down at your entwined hands before smiling.

“All better,” you assure him settling back into Harry’s lap and pecking him quickly. 

~~~~~~~~~

A/N: Tagging @thegirlintheswivelchair because she heard all about this as it was being written (and she brought up the s’mores) xoxo

[peterpparkerwrites]

revelations - part seventeen

a/n: currently on hiatus - look at my pinned post for more info! this fic has a lot of parts so I’ll have it scheduled to post twice a day - once at 11:00 AM PST and once at 5:00 PM PST. since I will be gone and can’t update links, if you want to find previous parts, just scroll down my page :) warnings: language, death mentions pairing: peter parker x reader word count: 2.8k

masterlist ~ requests are closed ~ part eighteen

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"Oh my God."

May's knees buckled but Peter caught her arms and held her up, hugging her when she started sobbing.

"It's okay, I'm okay, May," he said softly, rubbing her back and pressing a kiss to her forehead while she panicked a little, clinging to him and then holding his face like she was checking if he was really there. "I'm okay, promise."

It didn't seem to fully hit you that he was really back until you saw him with his aunt again, the sight making you start to feel a little emotional. You tried to wipe a thumb under your eyes without him noticing, but Peter gave you a sad smile.

"C'mere, sweetheart," he held an arm out and you joined the hug, May still crying but laughing through the tears as you all hugged each other. Peter held you both tight, his voice wavering a little, "My girls."

May didn't let go of him the whole day, always having a hand on him in some way, almost like she was reassuring herself that he was still here and wasn't going anywhere. A hand on his shoulder, patting his cheek, running through his hair and complaining about how he needed a shower.

It was hard to tell her what happened - you couldn't believe that only two days ago, you were sitting in her apartment with her, having a normal dinner. Now, half the universe was back, but two very important people were gone.

May knew how close you had gotten to Tony, and especially to Nat, and it was hard for her to watch you break down when you told her they were gone.

But this time was different. Peter held your hand while you mourned them, and he had tears in his eyes at the thought of Tony being gone, too. The last time you were crying over someone's death, you only had May.

Which reminded you that everyone else would be back, too.

"Oh my God, my parents," you clasped your hands over your mouth, looking to Peter, "I-I have to-"

"Go," he gave you a little smile, the sight just making you want to stay even more, "I'll be here when you get back. Promise."

You wanted to ask him to come with you, but you doubted that would be a good idea - May needed him. You had had several hours with him when he came back, but she only had minutes since you had stumbled to her apartment, and you knew they needed time.

"Okay," you gave him a quick peck, giving May a hug and promising to come back, before hurrying out the door.

It was easy to forget that everyone was back - you had no calls from your parents or Ned or MJ. Of course, that was probably because your phone number had changed in the last two years. And your parents were probably freaking out - you had kept your apartment with help from Tony, but the last few months you had been in the process of clearing it out to sell. It was empty, and your parents had reappeared to nothing in the house and no you.

But you hoped they had the sense to at least stay there, so you didn't have to try and track them down around New York.

And for once luck was on your side when you burst into your old house and saw your parents sitting on the empty floor in the living room, phones in hand and frantic expressions on their faces.

"Oh my God," your mom noticed you first, dropping her phone on the floor. Your dad recovered quicker and stood up, pulling you into a tight hug, but you felt your mom's arms around you both just seconds later.

You hadn't realized how much you missed them until they were both fussing over you, and you couldn't help but let out a little sob, holding them both tighter. "You're back."

"And you never left," your mom's voice shook a little as they pulled back, her hands on your face. "You...you look so different."

"Older," you dad commented, and you realized he was tearing up, too. "The news says it's been two years, is-is that true?"

You nodded, already starting to word vomit, "I'm sorry we fought before it happened, I should've stayed and listened to you guys-"

"Y/N, stop," you mom shook her head, exchanging a look with your dad, "We weren't right to ask that of you, or tell you to not use your powers. We were going to talk to you tonight - or, that night, I guess - and tell you we were wrong. We just wanted to keep you safe."

"Really?" You asked, and your dad put his hand on your shoulder, giving you a squeeze.

"Clearly we wouldn't have been able to stop you if we tried," he chuckled, "When we appeared in this empty house and couldn't reach you, we looked up news on Shadow to see if maybe...something had happened in the last two years. But it looks like you've been busy as ever, and we were wrong to try and stop you from helping the city like you have been. Even if it scares us half to death seeing you in danger like that."

"But clearly you can take care of yourself," your mom finished, "Especially because it looks like you didn't have Peter to help protect you, either. The internet said Spider-Man died in the snap, too."

You must've gotten a weird look on your face, because your mom just huffed. "Come on. We know Peter is Spider-Man, we figured that out easily enough. And I know he had been sneaking into your room, by the way."

"Um..."

"I didn't need to know that," you dad groaned, running a hand over his face, "But enough of that talk. Tell us what's happened in the last two years, I mean - our house is empty, you're-you're nineteen now..."

So you did.

It wasn't easy catching them up on everything they missed in the last two years - your high school graduation, your first college acceptance letter, moving into dorms. You hadn't realized how much they missed out on until you were telling them. May had been through your side with all of that, and she would be there for Peter's, too. But your parents wouldn't get a re-do for those things.

But they didn't seem upset. They were just relieved that you were okay.

It felt like ages of talking with your parents again when you cell phone rang. It was almost a shock to see Peter's phone number calling you - you hadn't gotten a call from him in two years. You knew it would take some getting used to, seeing little things like that.

"It's Peter," you glanced up at your parents, but they both just exchanged a knowing look.

"Call him back," your dad encouraged, "And go see him if you want."

"But you guys just got back-"

"And you lost your soulmate, sweetie," your mom interrupted, "We won't be offended if you want to spend time with him. Besides, we need to figure out if we still have jobs, and what to do about...furniture."

"I'm sorry I sold all your stuff," you mumbled, but your parents just laughed.

"Honey, we don't care about that," your mom ran her hand over your hair, smiling, "We just care that you're here, and you're okay."

After some more pressuring from them, you answered the phone, still not used to hearing his voice again.

"How'd it go?" Peter asked, and you smiled a little. He probably remembered one of the last conversations you had with him, about your parents not accepting you as Shadow.

"It went great. I'll catch you up on it, I'm on my way over," you paused, "If that's okay. I don't want to intrude on you and May-"

"Babe, you'd never be intruding," he laughed, and you couldn't get over hearing the sound of his laughter again. "Come over. But, uh, I called to tell you that Ned and MJ are on their way, too. They called after hearing about the Compound explosion, assuming we were there. They said they tried calling you, but your number had changed, so I just told them to come over. I-I hadn't told them that you...how you were..."

He couldn't seem to finish the sentence, but you got the idea. They didn't know you had survived, but you didn't care. You had to see them.

"I'll be there in five."

-

"Y/N?" Ned's voice sounded off, "What-why are you..."

You knew he was probably going to ask why you seemed different, or older, but you didn't care - you jumped him with a hug the second you walked in the door, nearly knocking the both of you over.

"I missed you so much," you choked out, pulling back to smile at him, "You're my best friend, you know that?"

Ned seemed a little flustered, but he gave you a wide grin. "Of course I am."

"I'm right here," Peter mumbled, but you were busy tackling MJ in a hug next. She seemed just as flustered as Ned, though she was hiding it better.

It was hard, considering you'd spent two years grieving them and thinking you'd never see them again. And the age thing was hard for a multitude of reasons, too - they would still be finishing junior year and you were well into your first year of college.

They could tell right away that you were older, and not just physically. Even if it was only two years, you had aged mentally a lot - losing almost everyone you loved took a toll, and you felt older than you actually were.

But that didn't stop them from being your best friends or from Peter being your soulmate.

It wasn't easy telling them everything they had missed, but they were lucky - they still had each other. You fell back in with them easily, sure, but there were still moments where you and May exchanged looks, feeling how different it was.

Two years was a long time.

There were pictures all over May's apartment that you caught Peter's eyes lingering on more than once. Most of the frames hadn't been touched since before everyone was dusted - pictures of May and Ben, Peter on Ben's shoulders when he was really small, middle school graduation and birthday parties.

But there were new ones, too - May and you at your high school graduation. You and Nat when they decided to throw you a surprise eighteenth birthday party. Morgan sitting on your lap while you made faces for her.

Peter's eyes were tightened whenever he looked away from them, and you could tell it was going to be just as hard for him as it was for you.

But he didn't say anything on the subject as you caught Ned and MJ up on what they missed. It wasn't until hours later, long after they both left and May was asleep, that he brought it up.

"You seem different," he said softly, his fingers brushing along your cheek, eyes moving over your more defined features. "Not-not a bad different, just...different."

You were both laying on his bed, your parents having allowed (more like insisted upon) you staying the night to catch up with him. Peter and you hadn't had a moment alone since you reunited - but being surrounded by other superheroes and aliens fighting didn't really feel like a moment spent alone.

"Well, it has been two years," you reminded him, a sad smile on your face as you rested your chin on his chest. "I aged a bit."

"I've always liked older girls," he laughed when you smacked his arm, "Hey!"

"Easy, Tiger," you chuckled, "It's only two years."

"Still. Can't believe I have to go through the rest of high school without you," he groaned, burying his face in your neck and hugging you tighter. "And you're in college. And an Avenger, what the hell-"

"You still have Ned and MJ to go through it with," you rested your cheek against his head, "I gotta admit, the decathlon team kind of went to shit after you guys were gone. It was only Cindy and Abe and I, even Mr. Harrington was dusted. And Flash and Betty..."

"Shit," he mumbled, "All...all of us were dusted?"

"Yeah," you sniffed, and Peter tensed as he leaned up, realizing you were tearing up a little. "It's been a long few years without you all."

"I'm so sorry," he whispered, lifting a hand up and wiping tears from your cheeks as you tried to take a breath and calm down a little.

"No, don't-don't apologize, I'm not trying to make you feel guilty, I-I'm so glad you guys are back, I just wish it hadn't taken so long."

"We were supposed to graduate together, get our acceptance letters together, move into dorms together," he sighed, nuzzling your hair. "I missed so much."

"But we get to make new memories now, something I didn't think I'd be lucky enough to have ever again," you countered, smiling at feeling his lips pressing to your forehead, "I think that counts for something."

His fingers danced along your neck before lightly fumbling with your necklace, his lips pulling up into a smile. "You kept it."

"'Course I did," you almost scoffed, "I needed to hold onto some part of you."

His eyes focused on the charm as he held it between his fingers, a weird look on his face that made you raise an eyebrow.

"What?"

"You kept this for two years?" He questioned, despite that being what you just said.

"Yes, I said that, didn't I?" You laughed, but his face scrunched up.

"I can't believe you kept it two years and didn't realize it was a locket."

"What?" You demanded, snatching the charm back from him and inspecting it. "No way. You never told me!"

"I was waiting to see if you noticed," he grinned while you kept trying to figure out how to open it. "Clearly I never had the chance to actually tell you, considering you only had it...what, a day before we went to Titan? Two years, I can't believe this."

"Shut up, I want to know what's inside!" You groaned in frustration when it wasn't opening. "Are you just lying to me?"

"No," he promised, taking it from you gently. "Here."

You watched as he pressed both sides of the spider's bottom legs until they touched each other. With a soft click, the charm split in half and revealed a simple, silver....ring.

You stared at him blankly.

"It's so not what it looks like," he scrambled to say, and you felt the corner of your mouth lift when you tried not to laugh at him, "This isn't - I'm not proposing - I mean, come on, we're seventeen. Well, I'm seventeen. But-but it's a promise ring. And I know it's cheesy but I liked the idea of you wearing it without knowing and then when I got the courage to actually give it to you, I'd...I'd tell you that you already had it."

You bit your lip.

"Okay, maybe that was lame."

"No, babe, it's cute," you finally spoke and  took his face in your hands, cupping his cheeks and ignoring the annoyed expression on his face. "I just can't believe I was stupid enough to never realize that was in there. For two freaking years. But honestly, if I had realized it...I probably wouldn't have taken it very well."

"What do you mean?" He looked kind of hurt, but you quickly spoke.

"I don't mean it like that, I love it. And I love you," you sniffed a little, looking down at the ring, "But if I had found it when I still thought you were gone forever..."

He seemed to understand what you meant without you having to finish. Without hesitating, he sat up and took your hand in his, bringing it up to your face and kissing your knuckles. Then he took the ring and carefully put in on your finger, intertwining your fingers with his,

"'M not going anywhere," he mumbled, bringing your other hand to his cheek and pressing it to his face, "I promise."

You didn't say anything, just smiling and leaning forward to catch his lips against yours. He didn't let you escape so easily, following you with his lips when you tried to pull away, making you laugh. You weren't sure if you'd ever get used to kissing him again after so long.

"I know."