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The White Dove Pt 32 - Pie of Death

Have the back end of this series planned out, still no final chapter number yet, but the fun and drama saga continues. Did seem to get a kick of interest on ao3 by adding a doomed pairing with Gwen there over just found family and sibling bond with Eddie Brock and Venom. And this is where the doomed tag kicks in so those looking for a pairing to kick in here ya go.

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The White Dove Masterlist

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Grant Ward really wasn’t of any consequence at all to Hydra and where he failed as a double agent upon trying to interfere with your life ten more could easily be promoted within SHIELD to take his place.

No, what you wanted to do was stir the hornet’s nest. You knew if they found the right Siberian base the assets there would be annihilated to prevent your turning any more of them and any devices and trace of paperwork found would be an encrypted dead end to nowhere. But this was trouble, not SHIELD investigating but you interfering, and if you stirred up enough of it then they would unveil their only assumed weapon against you. They would have to do what they didn’t want to do, let him loose.

Bucky Barnes was the last and finest weapon in their arsenal but he came with a string attached, if they unleashed him you could turn him too and then where would they be? He was their finest unmatched weapon to rival Captain America to turn the tides of the world living in shadows and without him they knew against you both they were sitting ducks. So they would hold out as long as they could and keep him hidden until the moment was right to send him after you, hopefully mind wiped enough to not recall his most prized pupil. They would hold out and you would keep turning up the heat until you’d find yourself at that bridge with him on the other side of it to find out how that meeting was set to go.

“Come on Star Boy,” you muttered to yourself in the snow littered moonlit walk to the subway on your way home after closing up the book shop. Using the nickname he had chosen for you to use as a means to taunt him in training to help distinguish time with him on missions and when you were aimed against one another. Lost to trickling memories of those times in between missions where you him and Cooper were almost contently in a cordial sense of ease together as a team. All now mingled with questions of how that ease might have come from lurking memories from him on the meeting before that with Chickadee. And you simply hoped his release would be sooner rather than later, if not for your sakes than for the family awaiting news on him.

“Never strike first,” his voice echoed in your ears with wrapped fist raised blended with countless lessons to break your habit of flinching, “Watch me. Avert, then use their force against them. Do not strike first, watch always. Let them think you don’t stand a chance.”

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 Rapidly in a mumble beside you after slipping there between classes Peter asked, “You care to study?” For an hour now you had been thwarting questions and comments from more popular students on the evening out and when you looked at the teen now clearing his throat he clarified in the scan of his eyes over the hall, reminding you of animated men who sell wares inside of a trench coat. “Having a study, thing, at my place.” And he added, “Tonight.”

“Okay.”

To the note in his raised hand your eyes shifted in collecting it from him then up again as he released it to mumble, “Aunt’s making quesadillas,” then stepped away to flow back into the crowd.

The narrow of your eyes had a snicker sound a few feet away luring your eyes to Michelle Jones from your decathlon team who shut her locker and came closer to you, “That was smoother than how he asked me,” she pointed to the note, “His address, if you didn’t catch it. Haven’t got a tally but I can guess Flash isn’t invited.”

“I wouldn’t welcome him to my home if he called me penis either,” you said making her chuckle to the joint slip away to head to your classes.

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“Is it customary to bring food to study groups where food is mentioned?” you asked Ned, who you assumed to be invited as well being Peter’s best friend.

His lips parted releasing a soft crack followed by his answer, “For Peter’s tonight?” to your nod he said, “You don’t have to. His aunt sort of takes it as a challenge and cooks more.”

“Okay, thank you,” and after a moment of awkward pause you turned to head to your next class so he could grin to himself and go share with Peter your question at their next shared class.

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“Working today?” You were asked by the wide eyed Gwen on your way past the library in the shared walk to classes across one another in a distant hall. Her having popped up out of nowhere just how Peter had, and no less nervous, making you curious on what she would be expecting of you.

“Not till after sunset.”

She nodded and asked, “Coffee, again?”

“I got asked to a study group,” you answered causing her grin to flinch to a momentary pout.

“Oh.”

“I have hair and nail appointments tomorrow and I was going to drop by some shops,” sharply she gasped and you looked up at her and her spreading smile mid bounce on her feet.

“Oh that sounds like fun, and you go right after practice?”

“When I’ve dropped off my bags or I tend to bump into things, and the salons like as little clutter as possible.”

“Cool,” she said then asked, “You live close by? I mean, you go here, you must live nearby. Is it nice, your place?”

“It’s all mainly just one room but it suits my needs. Bet your place is nice.”

“Mom likes it, we have white walls,” she said with a head tilt to the side, “I’d prefer more color but she lets me tack up a few posters.”

“I have wallpaper with stick on magnet strips, almost had a row with my landlord when he first saw it but he calmed down seeing it could be removed without scarring the walls.”

“Okay, I’ll walk with you after practice, it’s a date,” she said excitedly then backtracked, “Or, not a date, but a plan, right,” and with a nod and smile she turned to walk off. All you could do was to turn down the same way to head to your close classrooms and now mentally come to terms your alone pampering time was now spoiled. But you hoped that perhaps in the means of making a new friend sacrificing one would be a tolerable exchange. However if this was going to become a pattern than things would have to be assessed to find a new time to be alone without holing up inside your apartment. Maybe like the aquarium or new astronomy tower that advertised half off days now. Surely it’d be crowded, but at least then you could vanish in numbers while enjoying yourself in discovery of new or at least interesting things.

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“Then we have to head to this museum and make a report on it,” Ned said glancing your way as Harry cut in.

“You been to the new exhibit yet? We could go together, make a day of it.” Harry asked and you lowered your drink.

“Kind of a busy week,” you answered and suggested about Ned and Peter, “Maybe they might like to make a day of it. Could help you brainstorm your papers.”

Peter nodded and said, “Groups do sound more fun.” The trio came gradually to an agreement on the plan of their outing. And for the rest of your time in Midtown you kept your mind mainly locked on tasks to complete until again in the open air you were freed to return to Columbia for the tests you were due to take there.

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“Seventh floor,” you sighed and took a step at a time, finding halfway Flash who was taking a break to catch his breath. “Didn’t know you were invited Franklin.”

For the fifth time this week you had called him by a name other than his chosen moniker and promptly his head turned for him to say, “Can’t have a Decathlon study group without the best on the team. Parker’s trying to best me he’ll have to work twice as hard to keep me from finding out about a party.” His eyes dropped to the pie resting on your palm, “You brought a pie?”

“Neighbor gave it to me and I’m allergic, Peter eats bananas on his way in.”

“And it’s Flash, you keep forgetting my name.” he said as you kept on moving almost unfazed by the weight of the bags you had and the pie through your toe top trot up the numerous flights of steps.

“I never forget a name,” you said making his lips part, “For some of us our name is all we have left, given of our parents.” That had his mouth close and brows furrow in thought remaining as close to your pace as possible. Right up to the proper door you led the way and knocked, hearing voices and noise on the other side of the wooden barrier. Within moments, like a young Jason Isaacs, a brown haired blue eyed man peered down at you both then smiled widely at you as you said, “You must be the husband.”

“Thank you, all the time at games it’s Death Eater this or Captain Hook that. Swear that man is not going to let me have a moment’s peace with my own face.” Gesturing at your hand he said, “You brought pie,”

“Ya, sorry, allergic and my neighbor gave it to me. But Peter eats bananas.”

“So do we, welcome and I will take your pie of death,” he jokingly said, taking hold of the desert and looked over Flash who gave him a quick grin and nod.

“Flash.”

“Ah, the penis proclaimer himself.” Ben closed the door and aimed you both in farther, “Peter’s in the living room.”

“Who brought pie?” May could be heard saying in the kitchen, having clearly taken the pie as a challenge of treats until hearing of the allergy that had you bring it here to be eaten by someone out of propriety to not be seen allowing it to go to waste.

“Hey,” Ned and Peter said excitedly upon seeing you until they noticed Flash then added, “You brought Flash.”

“He was hyperventilating on the stairs.” You said. Moving closer to take a seat on the couch Ned plopped back onto in the teen’s scoff.

“I was not hyperventilating. That’s a lot of stairs.”

“I climb three times that to get to my place.” You replied.

And MJ on the chair beside you said, “No wonder you’re in such good shape.”

Flash said, “How do neither of your buildings have elevators?”

“Dude, this place is practically a landmark, built in the 30’s.” Ned answered.

The uncle was back and said with a grin to you about the variety of drinks available on the tray in his hands, “We got a spread, none have bananas.”

“Thank you,” you said accepting the grape flavored juice you’d been meaning to try but it was a tad too expensive to justify buying the ten pack it came in.

“Ben, by the way, heard a great deal about you, young Pluto.”

“No he hasn’t,” Peter said sharply, making you smirk in the move of the tray for Flash to accept his own choice then went back to the kitchen again.

“Snacks will be out shortly.”

And Flash said as you settled the drink on top of the bag atop your lap to open the twist cap, “Your dad’s super chill. Mine hovers when I have company.”

And Peter said to Ned’s sideways glance his way, “Ben’s my uncle,”

“Oh,” Flash said, “He lives here too? My Gramps lived with us for a month and my parents just about split after the fights he stirred up for how modern Mom is.”

Peter simply explained, “My parents were found legally dead few years back, left me with my aunt and uncle when I was five after someone broke into our house.” That had Flash simply register what you meant about the name comment earlier mid glance your way that had Peter, MJ and Ned look between you both.

“Who likes finger foods?!” May asked excitedly, “I can also call out for food if any of this is dangerous for you all.” And she said to you, “Thank you for the pie.”

“You brought pie?” MJ asked a bit confused at how they seemed to be so fond of you.

“Neighbors keep bringing me food when I work long hours on long stretches. Sometimes they’re recipes I’m allergic to and I have to get creative.”

“Why?” Flash asked.

“Most likely because I’m an immigrant child who lives alone and worry about my safety even if we don’t pass on pleasantries in the halls, dropping off food and making sure I’m not alone during deliveries is the easiest way to show you care without flagrant show of attention to a comfortable stranger.”

Snacks soon shifted to conversation on trivia for various topics. A ring from MJ’s pocket triggered the wave of visitors back home again. And now at least in the night air you were able to head back home. Able to get some supper whipped up before bed to rest for the ruined pampering evening. Routines filled with reminders to not show how spoiled you felt it was to Gwen who already was frightened by the men shadowing your path the last time you went for coffee.

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Mid pout the same blonde who had taken over your plans later found your path into the school the next morning. Before you could even say hello she voiced the name of her irritation. “My Mom is insisting she has to come today.”

“Well parents do tend to not trust me. I live alone.” You answered.

Causing her jaw to drop and she stammered out, “I trust you. And, I think she trusts me,” her brows furrowed in thought a moment, “I mean, I am trustable. Only almost smothered my baby brothers in a tent mishap once when I was younger.” And she shook her head, “But that tent set got recalled, so it wasn’t really my fault.” A few times she blinked looking down at you and blurted out, “I trust you. She’s, just,”

“Being a mother,” you finished her sentence for her.

“Yes,” she said with a nod and raised a hand to mess with the end of her ponytail that had fallen onto her chest. “I think I might get some blue in my hair. Technically the school dress code doesn’t say anything about hair color. Did you want some color too?”

“Um,” you said recalling the times in Hydra’s control they tried to bleach and dye your hair only for it to be black again after you lit up. “I had some bad reactions when they tried to lighten my hair in Russia, took a while to grow it back again.”

“Oh, my cousin had a stylist burn her hair off one time, just awful. Worst I had was a woman gave me a bob when I was six, hacked off all my hair my mom was furious, had been growing my hair out for years to match on family pictures for holiday cards.” With you she had turned and continued to ramble on until you had to split up for first classes.

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“Hmm,” you sighed at the sight of the notice your first class at Columbia had been canceled for a family emergency. Right around you turned and instead of heading for the library you simply went to sit on a wrap around staircase to the building that held your next class to not be far away. Across a broad step notes and books were settled as you leaned sideways against your bag to recline against an arm. Lost to focus the chill of the white steps through your coat and torn jeans had all bit been forgotten.

A loud roar on your right had you glance up from said notes mid chew on an orange you had in your bag to snack on between classes. Hulk free of a conference on the other side of Manhattan in a sea of scattering students he’d bounded off a building across the street to land in the open courtyard they were crossing turned to look over his surroundings. Off of him back to your notes focus turned to complete the thought inside your head onto the page. Over your side a shadow fell and oddly for him the Hulk was drawn to the one figure who hadn’t run from his imposing self. And beyond what was assumed the gama radiated side of the brilliant Bruce Banner came to hear what you were working on. By the minute growing more interested within the animal genetic based literature you voiced to him and explained why you were reading it.

Both tone and demeanor visibly calmed the giant and for the view of the approaching SHIELD handlers come to fetch him he began to shrink. Shirtless in the chilly air the scientist with hint of the fruit flavor still on his tongue of what you had shared with the Hulk blinked while accepting the spare flannel shirt you had pulled out of your bag. “Thank you,” he said hastily tugging it on. Up at the duo on their way to speak to him he looked and then said without looking back at you. “I’ll um, wash it and send it back to you.” Onto his bare feet he rose. To hurry across the frigid stone steps and pathway to get inside the vehicle meant to take him back from where he had been scared enough by a sudden flash side effect to a project he was asked to assist on while Reed Richards and Stark were busy. Lost entirely on the odd feeling he had upon shifting back, unlike other times had the Hulk more at ease than exhausted as he was after a fight or frenzied scare luring him out again.

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Twice down your apartment steps you had to fix the back of your open toed flats usually donned for pedicure days. The hair salon was first, outside of which you saw Gwen’s smile spread upon sight of you. The blonde at her side even taller than the lanky teen looked your curly haired self in a step over a seated small service dog in wait of the street light to change so they could cross with their companion. “Hello, Mrs Stacy,” you said. Breaking the silence to the maroon jumpsuit clad woman; who had tight hold of her bag either out of nerves or fear of being mugged.

“Hello Pluto. You come here often?”

“Regularly, my stylist from Russia works here.”

That had her brow arch up in confusion. “Are they famous?”

“She has done a few competitions and helped with a model agency this spring. However fame is subjective concerning the hierarchy of it.”

“I was able to have an appointment last month with Frederic Fekkai, quite elusive to catch him with an open slot.” She said and you nodded out of confusion on what to say.

“Looks good,” you said making her grin to herself. “Just getting a trim myself,” you said to break the silence of her quiet moment then took a step to the door to not be late.

“I’m still going blue,” Gwen blurted out in a verbal jut of her tongue at her mother as in a final say on an ongoing argument concerning that topic. While not exclusive the warm conversation in Russian with your stylist during the process of combing, spraying and trimming your stubborn curls had Helen Stacy questioning the bond between you. Gwen proudly came out with a few streaks of navy blue in her blonde hair now braided to accent the new change, while you exited proudly with just a couple unnoticeable inches lighter.

“My car is over here,” the vehicle being a gift from her husband at his promotion to Captain showed her reasoning behind liking the few splurges involved financially lately. Directions were given from the backseat by you to the nail salon she chose the best spot and parked enabling you all to climb out after the child locks released. Silence was a chosen way to gain confidence from parents on not being a threat to their child. Much like Hydra well behaved and not too boisterous children were often given more space than those who could cause damage or disturbances in public. She however kept looking at you sideways. Perhaps out of stories she heard from her husband you knew well as your other self upon tasks you had aided him in either willingly or by chance of a certain vigilante the public knew to be a friend of yours.

Inside the same stylist you used smiled and welcomed you back stating openly, “Ah, I see you have female company. Tell that brother of yours we have new shipment of rhinestones for his next visit.” To yourself you giggled following her to the station while two other ladies came to help Gwen and Helen to the pedicure stations beside yours. Both who eyed the green bruise on the underside of one of your feet the woman chuckled at your lack of reaction to pressing on the painful nuisance out of your trip to the past.

There to the manicure stands Gwen kept the conversation going to not let the chaperone ruin a fluid conversation with you. Sight of the first second hand shop didn’t smooth Helen’s nerves any being so out of her usual outing rounds. “I still don’t think it’s long enough.”

Topic of her youngest brother being grounded and under watch of their father had Helen in Gwen’s dart to another rack to check something she saw ask you, “Your foster family in Russia, did they ever ground you for poor test grades?”

“I failed an evaluation on diving efficiency when I was nine, they broke my femur. Told me if I failed again they would break my other leg. So no, they never grounded me.”

Wide open her jaw fell to your absent minded step aside to look at the next section of the rack your eyes had been fixed upon the whole time. “And what happened?”

“I passed.”

“To them,” she said debating if she should touch you or not now knowing why she had been sensing a withdrawn personality behind a wall with this new object of her daughter’s attentions.

“They killed themselves when I left Russia.”

“In custody?” she asked expectantly, hoping that you had received justice from such despicable treatment.

And up at her face your eyes looked to answer, “No. Very influential people. But you can’t convict dead bodies.”

Back to the rack you looked and she stepped closer to say lowly, “If, you need to talk about it, I know very reliable resources.”

“My brother got me in therapy.” Up at her you looked and asked, “Were you a hamster child or a puppy child?”

“I, what?” she stammered out making Gwen smirk in her return with a cool sweater in hand.

“Did you have a puppy or a hamster? I have a theory working on the effect of the size of pets upon certain developmental aspects of the brain in children in relation to the development of the pet’s brain in response to adult vs child caregivers.”

“She had a tank of clams actually,” Gwen said in amusement luring your eyes over to her. “Grandpa worked on boats, brought her some for a project.”

“Water filtration,” her mother clarified.

“Filter feeders are quite intriguing actually, while barnacles are quite a nuisance. Had to soak and scrape what felt like a mile off my ship I found.” Making the pair of them chuckle and Gwen warm up seeing her mom had started to try to warm up to you after just a small break apart.

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Weekly games would carry out and to Harry’s delight his father actually did attend his games, or at least the back half of them and was amply pleased at the new gust of life into the scoreboard. Compared to the prior season it was minor gains. All the same they were racking in more wins to a near streak as it inched closer to October. Traces of threat for you had the daily shadowing back to weekly secretive check ins while Cooper insisted on continuing gym trips to bump into you. Though that was mainly to see how you were pushing the Osborn boy along on his path to improved physique.

So today alone without need to hurry back for Decathlon or Color Guard you intended to enjoy your time alone. At least until you saw Lt Colonel Rhodes and Nick Fury waiting for you outside your last class at Columbia.

“Pluto, sorry to drop in, busy?” Rhodey asked and into your bag you eased your now closed notebook.

Fury said, “Found some unpleasant news for you.”

“All you need is a taxi cab behind you two and this is straight out of a WW2 film of a death notice delivery.” That had their lips part and you said, “I’ve grown familiar with a look of someone telling me something revolving around death. Believe it or not it’s all in the nose.”

Fury said, “There’s a diner nearby, we’ll buy, you like milkshakes? Bit crazy about them myself.” His head ticked to the side, “Probably ‘cuz this white man back when I was a kid refused to sell me and my friends malts in his shop. Nearly beat my best friend into a coffin once, since the always jump at a chance to have a milkshake.”

The creeping grin on your face had his turn halt a moment, you said, “Had a feeling we had matching humor. You’re an odd one too.” That had him chuckle and continue turning to guide you to the nearby diner.

Orders were given and out of his pocket Rhodey pulled a folded picture of you taken not long before your escape from Russia. “One of our friends picked up a tip on Barnes, led us to a hidden bunker, where we found some of your friends.” He pointed out the girls who had been found.

“We weren’t friends,” you said parting his lips, “If we made friends they kill one us,” the words had them both let out a breath of air to keep from interrupting the stoic stare filled share of information. “More like people who share a bus stop, you memorize patterns to be able to recognize the usual herd, know who to keep near to, who to stay away from.”

You pointed at one making them lean in, “She said once she wanted to be buried at sea so she could swim with whales.” You pointed at another, “She used to always name her dance roles Ellianna, and this one always pretended she liked the grapefruit we were given but used to spread stolen packs of sour candy powder on the slices.”

Making the guys smirk at the bits of information on this group of girls no one bothered to notice was missing prior to the manhunt when they vanished the night you did. They wouldn’t be buried with names as their real birth names couldn’t be discovered and Fury refused to name them by what Hydra had marked down. But each coffin would have something of a token left based on what you shared with them for the funeral that wouldn’t be public aside from the team there to handle the job on secret military land far beyond public view. All except for the plot free grave marker for the girl whose ashes were spread at sea as per her shared wishes.

This wasn’t the last group of children found harmed by Hydra’s various dastardly deeds and they would be in good company of other children inside the plot of land designated with room to spare for more to be added later on when discovered.

“How’d you know to run?” Fury couldn’t help but asked and you simply looked up at him to answer. “Catch a feeling about someone who crossed your path? Always curious how people escape from captive situations.”

“I made them trust me. Eight years, I made myself a magnificent liar. They didn’t bother to close the door when the call came in my pretend sister and I were being moved after our next ballet rehearsal. I just walked right out the door with a small bag of my things.” And for all the truth to your words both of the men for what they assumed you could have gone through didn’t dare to dream of ever calling you a liar as what you did was to survive those years to be here in front of them. After a moment of recalling that girl who cried so hard when a surgery changed her mismatched eyes of one blue and one brown to matching blue and spent the next few years scribbling on the formerly brown eye in all her pictures you broke the silence that left them a bit uneasy.

“They really shouldn’t have picked me. Every brown eye has an under layer of blue, so with a laser you can change their eye color. There are jokes, there would be a market for parents who want purple eyed babies.” You said causing them to force their jaws to clench and prevent gaping at you, “No matter what they could have tried to hide me, there’s no mistaking my father’s eyes and hair, or my mother’s face. Her left eye used to be brown,” you said tapping the picture over your fake sister’s face. “She has an older sister she never met, Yelena.”

“Belova?” Fury asked you, blurting out the name that kicked a bell in his brain to go off.

“No, that one only has brothers. This one sounded Israeli. Used to repeat Esther Sapphire under her breath. I couldn’t take her with me, she was older, we only met at breakfast, her room was on the other side of the house.”

“We’ll keep an eye out,” Rhodey said and asked you when you pushed the picture back at him to make room for the food so he could pocket it. “How’s the ship going?”

“Thank you,” you said to the waitress reminding them to do the same and began to answer. Warming up the mood greatly by your increased smile.

Pt 33

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We're Not Here to F*ck Spiders

Summary: You were the oldest Spider-Girl the society had ever encountered, therefore, Miguel took a special interest in you. He wanted to know if your life would correspond with his and the other Spiders’ canon, or whether you had a completely different canon you were forging on your own. After an offhanded comment about reviewing your canon with Miguel outside of headquarters, your relationship with Spider-Man 2099 is forever changed.

Set in between ITSV and ATSV.

Pairing: Marc x OC Female!Reader

For context, Reader is an alternate, grown-up version of Mayday due to personal reasons (personal reasons being I’ve been obsessed with Mayday Parker since I was baby child)! No real use of Y/N, though Miguel does refer to the reader as "May" twice and Peter Parker nicknamed her Mayhem. Peter B.'s daughter is Mayday.

Word Count: 10.2k words (see why this took me forever?!)

Rating: Explicit - Minors DNI!!

CW/TW: An obscene amount of world-building, parents and kids fighting, mentions of a loss of a child, everyone being hot for Miguel, rough-ish sex (both partners are superheroes, come on), our boy is HUNG, dirty talk, a bit of cocky dom!Miguel, oral f!receiving, a lil bit of both m and f!receiving nipple play, PIV sex, riding, a quick spank, creampie, felching, and perhaps most intense of all, Miguel’s fear of commitment.

A/N: hahahahahaha this movie is nearly a year old and I FINALLY got around to writing a fic for it! Trust that I've been working on this on and off for a while now, but life has been nuts and writing more and more for work (yay!) but wanted to get this out while I had a slow week for everyone to enjoy!

Also, due to more personal reasons, my HC for Reader's parents are Peter and Mary Jane from Sam Raimi's masterpiece in 2002. But no presh if that doesn't jibe with ya!

I MADE A PLAYLIST FOR THIS FIC AND I'VE NEVER BEEN MORE PROUD OF ANYTHING

“Careful, Mayday!” you fondly called after the child who was literally bouncing off the cavernous walls of HQ. Yeesh, were you this energetic when you were her age? Probably. It never ceased to be weird, hanging out with an alternate baby version of yourself, but you could manage if you pretended she was your little niece, or sister, or something like that. 

The alternate baby version of Mayday Parker in question didn’t heed your admonishment at all (which tracked), so you called again, “Oh noooo…I’m gonna have to come up there and get ya!”

Mayday squealed in delight at your “threat” and only zipped around quicker. However, you had a couple decades on her, so your reflexes were more attuned. It didn’t take long for you to capture her in your grasp and tickle her. However, little Mayday wasn’t going to give up that easily. She squirmed out of your hold and began scaling the nearby wall at a dizzying pace. 

“Okay, missy, let’s settle down,” you announced, shooting a web to meet the infant on the platform she’d crawled onto. You continued to speak as you swung, “you know how Miguel is, we can’t get too carried…away.”

You nearly threw yourself back off the platform when you were met with the sight of Miguel himself standing before you holding May. 

“Oh, hi,” you gestured to the squirming girl in his hands, “thanks. I was right behind her.” 

“What am I like?” He asked, an inquisitive arch in his brow. 

“You’re…you run a tight ship that’s all,” you wished a portal would swallow you whole. “And it’s great! We need it.”

“Are you supposed to be anywhere?” Miguel prodded further as he passed you May. 

“Me? No, it's my day off.”

“Then why are you here?” 

“Because you put Peter B. on a mission and it gives me anxiety when he takes her.” 

“You and me both,” he huffed. 

“That being said, anything I can help you with?”

“Yeah actually, I have new sequencing to go over with you.” 

Though the multiverse was ever-expanding, you were the oldest Spider-Girl the society had ever encountered, therefore, Miguel had taken a special interest in you. Since you were a second generation Spider, Miguel wanted to know if your life would correspond with his, your dad’s, and the other Spiders’ canon, or whether you had a completely different canon you were forging on your own. You initially found the whole concept fascinating, yet that interest waned pretty quickly when Miguel informed you that he was going to have Lyla analyze your entire life and have you expound on your experiences so he could compare you to the other Spiders. 

Not that there was anything you were particularly ashamed of, but some of this stuff was embarrassing. Unlike baby Mayday, whose powers had already emerged, yours didn’t make an appearance until puberty. Reviewing your awkward teen years wasn’t exactly your ideal way of spending time with an unfairly hot guy, let alone the head of Spider Society.  

“Oh okay, yeah,” you replied. “When Peter gets ba—“

“MAYDAY! WHERE’S MY PUMPKIN?” Peter’s voice echoed across the room. 

No sooner had Peter spoken did Mayday websling herself off of the platform and into her father’s arms. 

Shit, there went your excuse. A nervous chuckle escaped you, “Convenient.” 

“Sí. Follow me.”

You did as Miguel said and trailed behind him to his…office didn’t quite describe it. Work station? Lair? You lasted all of forty-five seconds before your gaze dropped to his sculpted backside, a new record for you. 

It really was unfair that the intense, ornery leader of the Spider Society had to be so damn fine. You were a superhero and a consummate professional, but at the end of the day, you were a mostly heterosexual human woman with eyes. Miguel was stupidly sexy. His shoulder-to-waist ratio, that chiseled face, and of course, perfectly round ass had been the topic of a few hushed, giggly conversations between you and the other Spiders that liked boys. 

It was only ever cheeky whispers however. All of you knew better than to catch any real feelings for Miguel. One, it was majorly inappropriate. And two, he’d built emotional walls higher than the tallest skyscrapers in Nueva York. 

Still, your mind couldn’t help but wander every now and then…you blamed it on your latest breakup. Spider-Girl duties had yet again claimed another potential partner. You suspected that was the reason it was more and more difficult not to fantasize about Miguel lately. Like sure, he was probably an animal in bed in the best way, but it was the prospect of not having to hide anything from him that appealed to you even more. 

“Lyla, bring up the latest sequencing,” Miguel ordered. 

If it weren’t for your spider-senses, you would’ve collided with his impossibly cut back, you were so deep into your thirsty thoughts. 

Suddenly, you were back on Earth-982A in your childhood bedroom. Or at least, that’s where you appeared to be. The virtual surroundings would’ve been comforting if it weren’t for the particular event that Miguel had wanted to revisit. 

Your father was forbidding you to use your powers. Again. You gazed at the rendering of your teenage self with compassion. Now, your father was fully supportive of you following in his footsteps, but the journey there had been rough. 

“You know, most parents would be happy if their kid wanted to do something to help the world!” 

Your dad scoffed. “That doesn’t matter - I’m not most parents and you’re not most kids!”

“Yeah and whose fault is that?!” Virtual you fired back. “I was born like this because of you! Dad, you’re always telling me that ‘with great power, comes great responsibility’ and now when I discover I inherited that great power, I can’t use it!?” 

“Pause,” Miguel’s voice spooked you back into the present. When you finally shook yourself from the memory that was playing before you, you found his eyes on yours. “Okay, there. Define ‘always’.”

“Quantitatively?” 

“Preferably.” 

“That’s impossible.” 

“Qualitatively, then.” 

“I mean, it's one of those things he said so much that I can’t remember the first time I heard it.” 

“When did your dad first hear it?” 

“His Uncle Ben told him during their last conversation together.” 

“Checks out. And how old was he?” 

“He was a senior in high school, so like seventeen, eighteen?” 

Miguel nodded. Even though x-ray vision nor telepathy weren’t in your powerset, you could practically see all the comparisons and calculations he was making in his head. 

“So using your powers to help people, that was your instinct when you inherited your abilities.”

“Yeah.” 

Miguel nodded again. 

“It’s different, isn’t it?” you asked him. He didn’t reply. “My dad told me he entered some god awful cage-match-wrestling-thing to get enough money to buy a car and impress my mom before he officially became Spider-Man.” 

Miguel was seemingly too busy with entering his latest data to respond. Instead, he barked at Lyla, “Resume sequence.” 

The holographic version of your dad lurched back to life to argue, “May, you are my great responsibility! So if I say no powers, no powers! I did this a lot longer than you! ” 

Tears streamed down your adolescent face. Thankfully, you’d lost some of the baby fat since.  “I hate you! I HATE YOU DAD!!” 

You shifted your weight from one foot to the other. This wasn’t easy to live, let alone re-live. So, as a Spider, naturally you made a jaunty, off-handed comment. “Wow, you really know how to show a girl a good time.” 

“Qué?” 

“Nothing.” He fixed you with his signature scowl so you elaborated, “Seriously, nothing. Though, maybe if we did this in an environment where I had access to alcohol and carbs, this would be less um…less unsettling for me.”

Miguel stared at you blankly. “But the simulator is here.”

“Right, of course.” Ughhhh, why was he so damn pretty?! “Forget I said anything, Miguel.” 

He dropped it, but before the simulation could start again, your gizmo beeped. Benji’s basketball game started in twenty. 

“Actually, sorry, I have to go.” 

“But we just got started.” 

“I know, but I haven’t been able to catch one of my little brother’s games yet this season, and it’s almost the playoffs.”

“Won’t he under–”

You interrupted Miguel. “You realize spider-stuff is not a viable excuse with my family, right? Besides, it’s my day off. I’m only here out of the goodness of my own heart and my commitment to the Spider-Society.” 

He rolled his eyes at your remark, but couldn’t help a little half - nay, quarter - smile from forming across the lips you had fantasized about kissing one too many times. “Things are quiet for once. We should knock this out now.” 

“We should,” you conceded as you created a portal, “but trying to have some semblance of work-life balance is Spider-Girl canon.”

And with that, you hopped back into your world, before you could change your mind or say anything else stupid and/or unintentionally flirty to Miguel. 

You re-appeared in your apartment with just enough time to throw on clothes and swing over to the middle school. Your mom was waiting as you hurried into the gym right as Benji and the other players were taking the court. 

“Look who made it,” MJ observed wryly. 

“Ha ha,” you fired back humorlessly, but pulled your mom into a hug all the same. “Where’s Dad?”

The ref’s whistle signaled tip off and the beginning of the game, momentarily distracting you two. You were thrilled to see Benji starting – he really wanted to make JV when he started high school next year, and this was a step in the right direction. 

“Go Benji!!” MJ cheered before answering your question, “He hit traffic coming from the station. He’ll be here soon.” 

Your collective attention was pulled to the game unfolding in front of you, then MJ asked, “What have you been up to today?” 

“Me? I was at the society for a bit, helping with the baby.”

You didn’t need to see your mother to know that she tensed at the mention of the Spider-Society and Peter B.’s Mayday. It, understandably, weirded her out. 

“How can it not be strange to care for–”

“It would be if we were closer in age,” you pointed out. “But it’s just like babysitting with Mayday right now. And trust me, after all the versions of Dad I’ve met, hanging out with little me is nothing.” 

Despite being weirded out, your mom always tried to empathize, so she switched gears. “Anything interesting happen?” 

“Ugh, just more sequencing with Miguel - today was a tough one.”

“Why?”

“Fights with Dad from years ago that I know we’ve moved past, but still suck to watch.” 

Your mom took your hand in hers, a much-needed grounding gesture. “Well, you’re back in the present, in your corner of the universe now, sweetie.” 

You gave her hand an appreciative squeeze and took her words to heart, focusing on the basketball game in front of you. It didn’t take too long to put the earlier events from headquarters behind you – Benji scored a couple baskets and you took it upon yourself to meticulously document the game on your phone for memories and possible future blackmail. 

When your Dad did join you and MJ, you couldn’t help but hug him tightly. You buried your face into his coat, which smelled like a mix of smoke from the streets and his aftershave. 

It was Peter’s mix of spider and paternal instincts that prompted him to ask, “Everything okay?” 

“Yeah,” you assured him, giving him some space. “I just–I love you, Dad.” 

“Love you too, Mayhem.” Where Mayday was Peter B’s moniker for his daughter, Mayhem was your dad’s nickname for you.

The game ended in victory for Benji’s team, the Midtown Mavericks, and you three waited for the youngest member of the Parker family to emerge from the locker room. 

Benji’s face when he saw you made any lingering discomfort you had leaving Miguel one thousand percent worth it. “You made it!” 

“Wouldn’t miss it!” you pulled Benji into a hug - however reluctant he was to it since he was a ~teenager~ now. “Dude, you put up points tonight!” 

But Benji had gotten distracted, so instead of responding to you, he murmured “Woah, that guy is swole.” 

You turned around to see who he was talking about and your jaw nearly hit the floor. 

It was Miguel. 

Even more incredibly, he was in civilian clothes. It wasn’t until you witnessed him in dark wash jeans, a henley, and a well-worn bomber jacket that you realized that you’d actually never seen Miguel in anything other than his spider suit. 

He called your name and you acknowledged him with a wave, flabbergasted. Even more astonished that you knew this very attractive hunk of man was your brother, “Wait, you know him?!”

“We work together,” you said quietly. 

“At the paper?” Benji was confused. 

“No, at my other job.” 

“Oh,” it clicked for him. “That makes sense. Man, I hope I get that jacked when I get my powers.” 

“Shhhh, be cool Benji,” you urged him. 

“Um, I’m not the one you have to worry about,” he harrumphed. “Oh shit, you like him.”

Though there was more than a decade between you and Benji, your little brother was still your little brother.  “No! He’s the head of the Spider-Society and he’s–you’ll see.” 

You took a step forward to greet Miguel before anyone else from your family could get to him. “Hey! What’re you doing here?” 

“I wanted to finish our work today, and since it’s your day off, I decided to come to you.” 

“Miguel O’Hara making a compromise? How not canon. Wonder how big of a hole that’s gonna tear in the multiverse.” 

“Shut up,” he ordered you playfully. 

“Miguel, good to see you!” Your dad strode over and pulled the younger spider-man into a handshake. 

“You too, Dr. Parker.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at how oddly deferential Miguel was with your dad. He’d met Peter first, when he was establishing the Arachnohumanoid Polymultiverse. Miguel was stunned to discover that this Peter was not only retired, but had a full-grown daughter who’d taken up his crime-fighting mantle. Apparently your dad’s canon was particularly important and central to the greater Spiderverse, which meant Miguel would pester you with questions about him constantly. 

“Is everything okay?” Peter asked, “You don’t usually make house calls.” 

Before Miguel could explain, an elbow nearly sent you into careening into his broad chest. Mom. 

“Miguel, this is my mom, Mary Jane.” 

“Nice to meet you, Mrs. Parker,” Miguel dutifully offered his hand to her. 

“The pleasure is mine,” your mom gushed, “I’ve heard so much about you.” 

Benji was right. He was not the person you had to be worried about. A rip in the multiverse to swallow you whole would be rather convenient right about now. 

Miguel’s brow creased. “You have?”

“She hasn’t,” you intervened. “Like two or three things in passing, max. Promise I haven’t broken my NDA or you know, the superhero code of secrecy or anything.” 

Mercifully, Miguel let it slide for the time being. He turned to your brother. “And you must be Benji.” 

“Yeah,” Benji confirmed, doing a terrible job of pitching his voice lower. “‘Sup, bro.” 

Jesus Christ. At this point, you were ready to rip the fabric of reality yourself to end this. 

“Congrats on the win. Hate to do this, but I need to steal your sister for a bit.” 

“No problem, I know she’s fine with it.” Perhaps Benji needed a reminder regarding which sibling had the super powers. “Also, what’s your workout–”

“Well, as fun as this all is, we should probably get back to work.”

Your family didn’t put up much of a fight – thank God – as pleasantries were exchanged and you and Miguel took off. You hoped Miguel didn’t catch when your mother mouthed “So handsome!!” to you as everyone said their goodbyes. Finally, it was just the two of you walking down East 36th Street. 

“Sorry about them,” you began. 

He looked at you, puzzled. “Why?” 

“My family. Embarrassing.” 

“They’re not embarrassing. They’re…they’re nice,” there was pain behind Miguel’s eyes. “It’s interesting. Your brother hasn’t experienced any spider-abilities, has he?” 

“No,” you confirmed. “Not yet.”

You two slowed to stop on the corner. Miguel looked at you expectantly. “So, where to?”

“What do you mean?” 

“You said you wanted to do this in an environment where you ‘had access to alcohol and carbs’.” 

“Oh! Right. Hmmm, where are we?” you looked up at the cross streets above you. “36th and 3rd? I know a place.” 

You took Miguel to a little hole-in-the-wall Italian spot nearby. Since it was so close to Benji’s school and your old middle and high school, you had spent many a week night at their tables, either working on homework or chowing down after basketball practice. 

Therefore, the staff knew you – it was a family owned spot, you’d basically grown up with the owner’s children, Maria and Chris. Though you graduated from Midtown Charter a looong time ago, they still took care of you. Maria had even let you use their first aid kit once, no questions asked, after a nasty Spider-Girl skirmish nearby. You didn’t suspect she knew anything, but even if she did, you could trust Maria to be discreet. 

At least, you thought you could trust Maria, but when she showed you and Miguel to your table, and Miguel made a pit stop at the restroom, she very indiscreetly asked, “Daaaamn, girl. He your boyfriend? Because you–”

“No!”

“You getting dicked down by him?” 

“No!” 

“Can I get dicked down by him? He single? Does he like the ladies?” 

“Maria, he’s a colleague. Actually, he’s my superior. So no…unfortunately, no.” 

Maria cackled with delight. “That’s a pen worth sticking in your company ink. I’ll bring you some garlic bread.”

“And a glass of red wine,” you added. “no, a bottle.”

“That’s my girl!” 

In theory, you had thought that reviewing sequencing outside of headquarters would’ve been less awkward, but in reality, it was more so. You couldn’t stop drinking in the sight of Miguel in normal clothes, the intimacy of having a meal together when usually your interactions were so sterile and professional, plus there was a little voice in your head screaming that THIS WAS BASICALLY A DATE on repeat.

“So should we pick up where we left off?” Miguel asked. The question brought you back down to Earth. Despite that little persistent voice in your head oohing and ahhing at him, it was clear that Miguel didn’t think this was a date. This dinner was a means to end, nothing more. 

“Let me get a little wine drunk first,” you bargained. 

“Yeah, but you have sped-up metabolism, so that’ll take at least–” 

“That was a joke. Miguel, when was the last time you went out to dinner?” 

He seemed to truly consider the question, then, “I don’t know.” 

You’d never heard Miguel say those three words in that order before. 

“I promise you I will go over my cringe teen years with you, but can we eat some garlic bread and not get drunk off this very nice bottle of wine first?” 

“You’re worse than Lyla,” his eyes narrowed. 

“I’m sorry, what?” 

“She’s always trying to get me to take breaks.”

“You should! There’s only so much self-flagellation a human can take, even if they’re a superhero.” 

Miguel’s response was a very inarticulate grumble. Maria dropped off the wine, bread, and took your order. You didn’t know what was more insane – the amount of food Miguel ordered or how unabashedly Maria was ogling him. 

“Let me guess, Lyla’s the one who suggested the field trip to my home dimension?”

Another grumble, this one in the affirmative. 

“Classic,” you remarked with a snort before taking a gulp from your glass. “I love that your AI is smarter than you.” 

“Of course she is, she can access all of the multiverse’s knowledge in a nano-second.’

“That’s not what I meant.”

“What did you mean then?” 

“Can we not talk about me for a second?” 

“Why?” 

“Because…because, I don't know, I was hoping doing this in a more casual environment would–it’d make it feel more like a conversation.” 

“We are having a conversation.” 

“Jeez, Miguel,” you took another sip of wine. “It’s not easy digging through my past like this. A lot of the time it feels more like an interrogation.” 

“Ah.” 

“Yeah. And don’t get me wrong, I want to help you, help the Spider-Society, but the one-sidedness of this is exhausting.”

“Exhausting.” He sounded dubious. 

“You know what? Forget it. I’ll take care of the bill and see you tomorrow, and we can go back to reviewing the sequencing like we normally do. I should know better than to complain to you.” 

Miguel looked at you if your words had stung him. “You can complain to me.” 

“No, I can’t,” you disputed. “You’re the most self-sacrificing Spider out of any of us–which is really saying something, by the way–and I feel lame talking about my feelings with you.”

“And that’s why our reviews feel like interrogations,” he was putting it together. 

“Yeah. Sorry to drag you out of HQ.”

Miguel scrutinized you with a long, unreadable look before announcing, “I’m not leaving before I have my bolognese.”

You didn’t know whether to smile or scream. Miguel may have lacked the traditional spidey precognitive sense, and the signature spider sense of humor, but he definitely had the stubbornness you all seemed to possess. 

You shot him a sidelong glare. “Why did you come here?” 

“I told you - I wanted to finish sequencing and Lyla suggested coming to you.” 

“But you didn’t have to take her suggestion.”

Miguel’s large frame shifted in the chair that suddenly appeared too small for him. “Like you said, she’s smarter than me, so I did. And yeah, it’s been a while since I’ve gone out to dinner.”

You didn’t know how to react to that. Right before the silence became intolerable, Miguel spoke again, “You still with that gu–’

“No.” The last thing you wanted to talk about with Miguel was your failed relationship with Gene, and you’d once discussed the correlation of getting your first period could’ve had with your powers emerging with him.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be. I mean, you get it.”

Miguel at last took a sip from his glass. “All too well.” 

“The price of being a hero, right?” you sent him a small, sympathetic smile across the table. “Or at least that’s what I tell myself.” 

“Your parents seemed to have figured it out,” he pointed out. 

“Well, that took like decades, and according to you, they’re canon, right? So it was meant to be. I guess that’s one of the comforts of having a canon-confirmed soulmate.” 

“Yeah, if you're Peter Parker.” 

Your heart sank at the implication. “So that means if a Spider isn’t Peter we’re meant to die alone?” 

“I don’t know,” Miguel’s eyes were averted. “Maybe only if you’re a Miguel O’Hara.” 

“Stop, you could get anyone in this restaurant to sleep with you,” you couldn’t help but roll your eyes, “Our waitress has to resist climbing on top of you whenever she passes the table.”

He swatted away the implication as if it were a pest. “That’s different.”

“You know, it might help with the stress.”

“What?”

“Letting someone climb on top of you.”

Miguel glared at you, “Don’t.”

“See? It’s not fun being on the other side of the questions,” you smirked. Your conversation was briefly suspended when Maria returned with your entrees. After thanking her, you refocused back on Miguel, “Can I ask you something else?”

“No.”

“DADA!” A child, who couldn’t have been more than three, screeched happily from a neighboring table. 

Miguel froze. For the first time in the several months that you’d known him, you saw his face soften. The warmth that filled his eyes at the sight of the toddler was undeniable. The fond expression hardened back into his stoic facade within an instant, yet Miguel couldn’t fully conceal the anguish that clearly still haunted him. He never could. 

“Sorry,” you said softly. 

He shook off your condolences. “What’d you want to ask me?” 

“Have you tried seeing anyone after…” it felt forbidden to say Gabriella’s name out loud. 

“What’s the point?” Miguel shrugged. “I don’t have the time, even if I wanted to.” 

“Right,” you hedged. 

Eventually, you and Miguel were able to find things to talk about outside of work and your respective traumas. You compared notes on the lamest villain you’d each encountered rounding up anomalies, discussed the idea of a nursery for spider-babies, or as Miguel insisted on calling them, “second-generation Spiders” – Peter couldn’t keep taking his kid on missions, plus Jessica Drew had just learned she was expecting – you even got Miguel to open up about his teenage days some. 

“Makes sense you were a rebel,” you chuckled, taking one last bite of the tiramisu Maria insisted was on the house.  

“Yeah? Why?” Miguel prodded.

“Because you-re so uptigh–upstanding now.” 

You were treated to another rare grin from Miguel, this time a half smile rather than a quarter. “Nice save.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you contended with put-on innocence. 

“Yeah, yeah, I don’t always like what I have to do, you know.” 

Your gaze locked directly with his for a breath-taking second, his eyes garnets in the low light of the dining room. “We should get going, I've taken you away from headquarters for long enough.” 

“You act like I’ve never left HQ before, and if anything, I took you away from your family,” Miguel parried, yet stood up nonetheless. You followed suit, only mildly disappointed he didn’t argue with you about leaving. As awkward as this dinner initially was, you’d actually ended up enjoying it. “I’ll take you home.”

Miguel’s words stopped you in your tracks, “You know I’m the protector of this city, right?” 

“Obviously, I—” he huffed as you waved goodbye to Maria and exited back onto the street. “Mierda May, I’m trying to be a gentleman here.”

Oh. Oh. Did Miguel think this was a date too? Date was too strong of a word – did Miguel think this was a not-entirely-work-related-hang too? 

You struggled to keep your face blasé. “Ah, okay. We taking the subway or are we swinging?” 

Miguel shot you a look as if the choice was obvious, which is how you found yourself traipsing across the city with Spider-Man 2099. You’d traveled by web plenty of times with Miguel before on missions, but there was something about it being the two of you, in your city, that made it feel just a little bit special. 

And to be honest, you’d never get enough of watching Miguel’s body hurtle through the air – despite his bulk and brawn, he was agile and lithe as he swung from building to building with you. You nearly plunged into traffic on Sixth Avenue after your thoughts had wandered to what those bulging muscles looked like unencumbered by that skin-tight suit of his. 

When you arrived at your apartment in Morningside Heights, you were suddenly self-conscious. You’d never brought a Spider to your residence, and Miguel was likely the hardest to impress of them all. 

He studied your modest one-bedroom with the same intensity as he did his screens at the Spider-Society. 

“It’s not much, I know,” you began, “and with Spider-Girl stuff, I don’t have the time to keep it as tidy as I'd like to.”

“It’s perfect,” he mumbled before catching himself. “I mean, it’s perfect for you.” 

“Yeah, I don’t need much, but it gets good light during the day and was the highest floor I could afford at my price point,” you removed your mask as you babbled on. 

“Makes sense,” Miguel nodded. 

You had no idea where to go from there – what on Earth was the man playing at? Should you offer him water, another drink, the best spot to portal back to HQ? He was lingering in your space, seemingly fascinated by the framed prints on your walls, the photos on the coffee table and credenza. 

“Um, do you need to use the restroom or something? Because it’s right through there,” you motioned to the appropriate door. 

“I’m good for now.”

THEN WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU STILL DOING HERE? You hollered in your head. Externally, you kept playing hostess, “Let me get you a glass of water then–”

Yet Miguel caught your wrist before you could retreat into your tiny, galley kitchen. You weren’t proud of how your heart leapt and your breath hitched at the contact. 

“Shouldn’t you be getting back?” 

He shrugged, “I should, but–”

“But what?” 

“I’ve been thinking about what you said…about letting someone climb on top of me.” 

You gulped, “Sorry, that was so inappropriate of me–”

“It was. Inappropriate, that is, but it doesn’t mean it wasn’t a good idea,” he tugged you closer to him. You could barely stand to meet his eyes, alight with desire, while your heart was pounding embarrassingly fast. 

“Um, judging by the–uh, do you want me to climb on top of you, Miguel?” you were always so much smoother in your daydreams about him. 

His lips hovered dangerously near yours. “Do you want to climb on top of me?” 

The closer you got to Miguel, the faster your brain turned to scrambled eggs. His large, sure hands had settled on your hips. 

“Uh huh,” was the best you could muster before he crashed your lips together. 

Miguel’s kiss was searing and all-consuming – it felt as if the longer your mouths moved against each other, the more your body melted into his. He was tall, so tall, and even for a superhero like yourself, it was difficult to keep yourself perched on the balls of your feet to reach his skilled, hungry mouth. 

He seemed to sense your struggle, and without breaking your liplock, he scooped you up into his arms. It was foreign but not unwelcome – you were so used to being the strongest, the person who held others, the hero. Therefore, being held so effortlessly in Miguel’s arms was nothing short of exhilarating. You weren’t the strongest person in the room anymore, you could surrender. You loved it.

Miguel pressed your back into the nearest wall, causing an emphatic moan to leave you when your hips became flush with his. You could already feel him – hot, hard, and big – between the flimsy fabric of your spider-suits. Instinctually, you canted your heat against his, delighting in the way he seemed to grow hotter, harder, not to mention unbelievably bigger, when you did. 

“Bedroom?” he gasped between harsh, ardent kisses. 

You managed to fling a hand in the correct direction, and next thing you knew, Miguel was depositing you onto your bed. You propped yourself up, leaning back on your palms to take in the man towering over you at the edge of your bed. In a flash of color and light, his suit disappeared from his strapping physique, and the sight of Miguel naked intoxicated you more than alcohol ever could. 

His shoulders seemed even broader without the unstable particles of his suit covering them. His pecs were massive, which made a delectable ratio when his chest tapered down to a chiseled abdomen and slim hips. Slim hips that framed the biggest cock you’d seen outside of porn – hell, maybe even including porn. He was long and thick – it made a dark thrill race down your spine when you contemplated how the hell that was going to fit inside of you. 

Miguel noticed you marveling at his package, misinterpreting the rapacious glint in your eye as unease, “I’ll prep you, I won’t hurt you.” 

“Oh, I’m not worried” you glanced back up at his face coquettishly. 

“No?” Miguel cocked an eyebrow and advanced toward you on the bed, a jaguar stalking its prey. He nudged you onto your back and pinned your wrists to your comforter, “maybe you should be.” 

You muscled out of Miguel’s grip and switched positions so you were straddling him. Only then did you lean closer and whisper into his ear, “I can take it.” 

Miguel growled, and within an instant, you were on your back once again as he pawed at your suit. Unlike his costume, your spider-suit was made of plain old fabric, so there was a bit of fumbling, cursing in Spanish, nervous giggling, and a mumbled comment about ‘making you a suit like mine’ from Miguel before you were nude as well. 

He splayed you out against your mattress as if you were a feast before him. Your first instinct was to try and cover yourself but Miguel’s dark gaze froze you. A pleased groan rumbled from his chest and then his large hands flew to your breasts. “Such full, perky tits.”

You moaned in response to his ministrations. How was this real? You and Miguel were touching each other – naked – and you hadn’t woken up yet. 

“It’s all for you,” you mewled, relishing his hot palms on your sensitive buds. 

Another growl ripped from his chest before he swooped down and sucked one of your nipples into his warm, wanting mouth. You keened, a pathetic, high-pitched sound, and you wove your fingers into his dark locks as he gorged himself on your tits. 

The pull of Miguel’s mouth on your peaks was made only better when he snaked a hand between your legs and ran a finger along the seam of your sex. You bucked at the touch, your reaction causing Miguel to lift his head from your bosom. 

“Mmmm, you like it when I play with your pussy, cariño?”

At this point words had all but left you so you nodded and whined in the affirmative. Miguel’s digit parted your folds, tracing up and down, then found your clit and rubbed slow, tortuous circles into the nub. 

“So wet for me, bebita,” he observed, maddeningly casually, while he played you like an instrument. “This is all for me, huh?”

Your head thrashed back and forth on your comforter with a sob, both from pleasure and bashfulness. Now there was no downplaying how horny Miguel made you. 

“Shhh,” he cooed at you, taking one of your hands and bringing it to his groin, “feel what you do to me.”

This time your moan was unabashed as your hand circled around his girth. “Fuck, you’re so big.” 

“I know,” he grunted. Normally, such braggadocio from a man would be an immediate turn off to you. But Miguel wasn’t being arrogant, not when he was referring to the thick, pulsing hardness you were currently caressing. “Gotta get you ready for me.”  

He guided your hand away from his member, even despite your protests, to wrench your thighs wider and bury his head between them. The realization alone that Miguel O’Hara was about to eat you out almost made you come, yet actually feeling his tongue on your needy cunt was infinitely better. He licked a stripe from your perineum to your clit, tearing another ragged moan from you when his tongue focused in on the bundle of nerves. 

Miguel chuckled against your folds at your enthusiastic praise and redoubled his efforts. Your fingers reflexively tangled in his inky locks once again as he continued his delectable assault on your pussy. The way Miguel tasted you matched with how he seemed to approach everything – he was vehement and determined to bring you pleasure like how he was when he worked. He managed to just stay on the right side of rough as he slurped at you..though perhaps that was a bit different than how he fought.

He speared his tongue into your hole, affording you the opportunity to grind your clit against his prominent nose. In your pleasure-filled haze, you briefly fretted that you were suffocating Miguel, but when you tried to scooch away and give him some air, the man grunted and pulled your hips closer to him.

You keened again when one of his thick fingers joined the fray as he prepped you. After all the sexual tension, all the self-denial, and all the excitement the night had held, it felt so good to clench around something. He was again methodical with his preparation, allowing you to adjust to one digit before adding another, and another. It couldn’t have made a starker contrast with how he was devouring your sex. Even in the bedroom, Miguel O’Hara was full of contradictions. It didn’t take long for your breaths to become more shallow, for your cries to reach a higher pitch as you climaxed around his hefty fingers. The combination of the penetration and the stimulation of your clit with his mouth was too good to resist. 

You were slightly relieved that Miguel remained nestled between your legs while you rode out your peak. The orgasm he’d given you was much too good to be able to control your facial expressions. 

He at last came up for air once you’d begun floating down from your peak. A primal pride surged through you at the sight of your juices smeared all over his lips and chin. You couldn’t help but smash your mouths together, eager to sample the combination you two made. It was all too easy to get lost in a kiss with Miguel, yet as you plundered his mouth with your tongue, your hand crept back down his groin. 

This time it was Miguel who moaned into your mouth as you returned him to full mast with feather-light, teasing touches. 

“I need to fuck you,” he gasped between kisses. 

“Finally,” you bantered back. 

A growl from Miguel and then he tackled you back flat on the bed. You couldn’t help the giggle – partly from nerves, partly from anticipation – that escaped you at his actions, despite the visage of a hulking, intimidating man hovering over you could be frightening in another context. 

“Do you have protection?” 

You hesitated. You kept a box of condoms in your bedside drawer, but given Miguel’s size, they’d be inadequate. 

“None that would fit you,” you confessed, stealing another glance at his large erection. It was truly a sight to behold. Miguel deflated slightly, fearing penetration was off the table, and usually it would be. You were firmly a two methods of contraception girl, but there was no way you were going to pass up this chance to have sex with Miguel. “Don’t worry Spidey, I’m on the pill.” 

“Gracias a Dios,” he muttered, then wasted no time situating himself between your hips. He drew yet another mewl from you when he slapped the tip of his cock a few times on your clit before lining himself up with your entrance. 

He found you looking at him expectantly. And though Miguel mostly saw desire in your eyes, he could see the glimpse of unease too. He assured you, “I’ll go slow.” 

You nodded, you trusted him after all, but nothing could prepare you for the stretch of when Miguel finally pushed into you. Just the tip was already splitting you apart more than Gene, or any former lover for that matter, ever had. 

“Breathe,” Miguel rasped. You couldn’t tell if he was advising you or himself though. It struck you then that you’d perhaps achieved the damn-near impossible – disarming the notoriously closed-off Miguel O’Hara. He looked beautiful, biting his plush lower lip as he slowly rocked more and more of his huge cock inside of you. 

Your back arched off the mattress of the sensation of being progressively speared on the monster that Miguel called a dick. It was too much and not enough all at once, and your fingers dug into your comforter below you. He tried to distract you from any potential pain, Miguel’s index finger returning to your barely-recovered clit. 

“That’s it, open up for me,” he husked. Your head swam at the mix of his enormous manhood stretching you to your limit and his tender, in-control tone. The realization hit you harder than a punch from an anomaly. In that moment, fear skittered down your throat and pooled into your stomach, resting right above where you two were joined. He’s going to ruin me for other men, isn’t he? 

You couldn’t think any further since not only was Miguel fully seated within you, he had asked you a question. Your eyes glassy and pupils blown, found his, and he repeated himself. “You okay? Can-can I move?”

“Yes,” you gasped. In case your breath affirmation left any room for doubt, you added, “please.”

Another grunt from your lover and Miguel at last began to thrust into you. Your arms flew from the bed to his impossibly wide shoulders, your nails digging into the caramel, taut skin there. You couldn’t tell exactly when it’d happened, lost in the deliciously lewd sounds you were making between the slap of your bodies, your labored breaths, and his determined staccato grunts while Miguel railed you, but your hips had begun to meet his. 

“M-more Miguel,” you urged him as you dragged your fingertips down the expanse of his back. Each of your hands grabbed a fistful of that glorious ass and squeezed to drive home your point. 

“You sure?” 

You moaned. It was as if he couldn’t give it to you hard or faster enough. You used your grip on the globes of his perfect rear to try and force him to increase to the pace and force you needed him to fuck you at. 

Miguel laughed. A dark and stirring sound that made you involuntarily tighten around his girthy length. “Alright bebita, but remember…you asked for this.” 

His words ignited something defiant within you. You pulled Miguel’s head from where it had fallen into the crook of your neck so you could look him in the eyes when you said, “I’m not some pillow princess from Nueva. I’m just as strong as you are, I can go just as hard you can, and I want you to fuck me.” 

Your lover’s eyes darkened at your demand. The growl that ripped from his throat was your only warning before Miguel unleashed the full force of his strength on you. You keened in pleasure as he all but drove you through your bedframe and the wall behind it. Miguel captured your wrists once more and restrained you against the mattress as he absolutely pounded into your pussy. 

His drilling drew another ecstatic cry from your mouth. Miguel glared down at you, his eyes nearly crazed, his face barely lit in the ambient light from the street. It truly was infuriating to you how beautiful this man was. You watched his brow furrowed in concentration – not on his stupid screens for once – and his dark hair shift in time with his thrusts.  Your features contorted in pleasure when Miguel switched from drilling into you to swiveling his hips to stuff you with his cock. His movements were deliberate and slow, he was trying to get as deep inside of you as he could. You almost went cross-eyed at the feel of his bulbous cockhead punching against your cervix. 

The criminal undulations of his hips extracted a little yip from you each time he pistoned into you. He grinned down at you wolfishly. Equal parts indignation and arousal bloomed within you. Also, was the first time you'd ever seen Miguel smile? Not a little half-smirk or a humorless quirk of his lips, but an unabashed smile?

“Want me to back off?” 

Oh, there was no way you were going to take that lying down. Even if Miguel’s pubic bone was perfectly grinding into your clit. 

You let out a growl of your own and summoned all the power in your core muscles to wrestle Miguel back and claim the high ground. Out of breath when you found yourself seated on Miguel’s dick, his large, muscled body prone beneath you, you braced yourself on his rippled abdomen.

“Is the itsy-bitsy Spider-Girl gonna ride my cock?” he taunted you. If Miguel didn’t wear that arrogant, playful smirk so well, you would’ve wiped it from his lips. 

You slid your hands up the length of his chest and leaned over, your face hovering over his. “That depends. Can 2099 handle it?” 

Miguel answered you with an impatient buck of his hips up into your sex. You giggled as you straightened up again, tweaking one of Miguel's nipples as you went. You relished the little shudder it sent through him. “Alright, but remember baby, you asked for this.”

He snorted out a laugh, which you quickly silenced once you began riding Miguel like the stud he was. “Hnnn–shock, bebita.”

“Ah,” you sighed as you bounced on his prick. Before sleeping with Miguel, you had assumed the term “feeling him in your guts” was hyperbole. Not with him. “Fuck, you’re even bigger like this.” 

A large hand traced its way up one of your thighs, now lightly covered with a sheen of sweat, past your sex, split apart by his shaft, to where Miguel’s manhood made the slightest bulge in your lower belly. His smile became wider and even cockier. “It’s good, no?”

You gave him a nonverbal, but enthusiastic, reply. He smacked your ass in satisfaction, “Yeah c’mon, cariño, ride me. Wanna watch your tits bounce.” 

You officially hated Miguel and his big, thick, perfectly sized cock. Where as with other partners you’d smack them right back with a zinger, all you could do was moan again. His naughty, domineering words did nothing but excite you. There was something about him and the way he fucked that made you incapable of doing little else than enthusiastically submitting to him. You leaned back, your fingers clutching onto Miguel’s thick thighs to stability as you changed angles and gave him a better view of your breasts jiggling in time with your motions. 

“Ay, sí bebita,” Miguel’s hands flew to your hips to intensify the frantic mashing of your bodies together, “Ven aquí.”

He gathered your torso in his hulking arms and pulled you closer so that he could coax a breast into his mouth again as you rode him. 

“You gonna come for me Miguel?” you panted.  

“No,” he sounded as winded as you were. “Not yet.”

You clenched around him and snickered. “Are you sure?” 

“¡Coño!” Miguel snarled at the feel of your already blistering, tight pussy suffocating his dick further. “¡No más – basta de esto!”

The vision of your bedroom swam when Miguel lifted you off his pulsing member and dropped you back on your stomach onto the mattress facing the foot of the bed.. You could hear him shifting behind you, and you blindly groped for the lower metal railing of your bedframe’s footboard, only vaguely aware what was to come. 

A grunt from Miguel, and the next thing you knew one of your pillows was stuffed under your lower belly and his massive hands were back on either side of your hips. Your lover didn’t give you any notice before shoving his fat erection back inside of your already tender pussy. 

You shouted at the feeling of his cock stuffing you to the brim once again. Miguel’s hands appeared above your head where you held on for dear life as he impaled you on his prick.

“Ahhh!” you clamored, desperately trying to pull enough air in your lungs to function as Miguel squatted behind you. “I’ve never been so full! Oh God, Miguel, it’s so much…so much…”

Miguel responded with a pleased growl, and merely rammed into you harder. You were peripherally aware of the clanging of the pieces of your metal bed frame clanging together in protest at the vigor of your and Miguel’s coupling, but there were too many sensations overwhelming you at once to focus on one in particular. Not even when the metal groaned and the angle Miguel fucked you at changed did you pay attention to what was actually happening. You merely pushed back onto his cock as much as you could, your fingertips scrabbling into the folds of your comforter. 

Your eyes screwed shut at the barrage of stimuli - the unrelenting stretch of Miguel’s hardness,  his harsh but steadying grip on your hips, the light scratch of fabric beneath you on your skin, the little puff of warmth on the back of your neck from Miguel’s labored exhalations. You were sure this was better than any high any drug could provide. You hadn’t tried many, not even Rapture, and but nothing could top being thoroughly fucked into your mattress by Miguel O’Hara.

Miguel’s dogged grunts morphed into shouts when he at last found his release, spurting rope after rope of hot, creamy cum into your welcoming cunt. You found yourself crying out along with him as he emptied his load, your walls bearing down around his length as you both rode out his high. Miguel flooded your pussy with his seed and before you could even try to adjust to the feeling, he withdrew his cock from you, tearing a quite pathetic-sounding whimper from your mouth. 

Miguel pulled your ass cheeks apart to examine your stretched, puffy pussy leaking his cum. His chest rumbled with primal delight. “Hermosa.”

You’d barely had a chance to catch your breath when Miguel dove back in for more, this time his eager, demanding tongue again invading your channel. You whimpered again, your pitch jumping an octave at Miguel’s needy tongue not only collecting his spunk from your pussy, but flicking the muscle against your clit. He was a man possessed, he ate you out as if he needed you to orgasm one more time for his survival. 

You gave him what he wanted (how could you not?), and once the crest of your pleasure had subsided, you lightly pushed him away from your gaping, abused cunt. 

The first thing you noticed when your wits returned to you was how much closer the ground had become. 

“Oh my God,” you put it together and turned to face your partner, "we broke the bed.”

Miguel arched a brow from where he leant back into the pillows. “Are you surprised?”

You frowned at him.  

“I’ll fix it,” he promised. 

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it. I’m going to…” you trailed off your gaze floating to the bathroom.

“Do your thing.”

“Can…can I get you anything?” 

Miguel glanced down at his crotch. “A towel?” 

You nodded. “Say no more.” 

You ducked into your en-suite, and once you were sure the door was firmly closed behind you, you proceeded to have a freak out to yourself in the mirror. You scarcely believe your own appearance – lips kiss swollen, hair a veritable bird's nest, your mascara smudged into rings around your eyes. Miguel had destroyed you in the best of ways. 

The thought sent a little aftershock of pleasure through you. You didn’t dally any longer — you relieved yourself, washed your hands, ran a brush through your hair and splashed water on your face. After dampening a washcloth for Miguel, you returned to the bedroom, where your bed frame was properly vertical again. 

You glimpsed the glow of Miguel’s distinctive red webs holding the broken metal rods together. The other Spider was reclining on your mattress, a sheet haphazardly tossed over his groin to preserve his modesty. Even so, the sight of him made you go weak in the knees. He really did remind you of some sort of a large cat given the odd grace in which he lounged with, the evidence of his power and strength so poorly hidden under the surface of his skin. 

“Get a new frame and expense it to Spider-HQ,” Miguel's baritone snapped you out of your reverie. 

“Oh, okay. Thanks,” You tossed him the towel. 

His eyes raked over your naked form. But instead of the desire you’d found there earlier, his gaze was full of concern. “You okay?”

“Yes. Very okay. A little sore but good sore, ya know?” 

“Good,” Miguel busied himself with cleaning up. 

“I mean, what’s the point of having superpowers if you can’t enjoy extra rough sex?” you joked. 

“Yeah, about that,” Miguel refused to meet your eyes. “As um…great as all this was…I think we–it should be a one-time thing.” 

“Um, duh.” He looked up at you hastily and you continued, “Miguel, neither of us are anywhere close to ready or in the right place for a relationship.” 

Your heart disagreed with your words, but you uttered them anyway. Not because it was how you truly felt, but you knew it was what he wanted to hear. Miguel associated any sense of closeness or vulnerability with weakness and danger. Trying to get him to see otherwise was a fool's errand, and it was easier on your heart to convince yourself into concurring with him. 

Oddly, Miguel didn’t seem to relax at your assurances. He looked dubious. “Are you sure?” 

“Oh my God, you are so cocky!” you accused him with a playful slap to the broad, tan chest. “Spare me the fake worry 2099, you may be amazing at sex, but that doesn’t mean I won’t be able to be professional with you at HQ.” 

“Amazing at sex?” Mirguel parroted you with a smirk. 

You slapped him again. “Of course that’s the only part you heard.”

“Sorry but those are very distracting,” he claimed, his gaze focused on your exposed breasts. 

You scoffed and grabbed a pillow to temporarily cover yourself. “Hang on there, Spider-Man. Yes, you are…not terrible at showing a lady a good time, no, you don’t have to worry about me being clingy at work, and yes, I’m sure so stop looking at me like that!” 

You tossed the pillow away and straddled him. “Now I don’t know about you, but it’s only midnight. If this is indeed a one-time thing, I say we make the most of the night and the fact that no one has bothered us with some multiversal emergency yet.” 

Miguel finally let it go, choosing to focus on your very nude body on top of his. His hips moved on their own accord, grinding his cock, already stiffening back up to full mast, against where you were still so nice and stretched for him. 

“Vamos, bebita,” he whispered into your ear. His fingers dug into your sides possessively in a way that almost let you believe he was doing it because you were his. “Wanna fuck you on the ceiling.” 

***

You shouldn't have been surprised that Miguel didn’t stay the night. You were honestly shocked when he collapsed beside you after the hours you’d spent vehemently fucking. Your bed was now held together by a mix of both his and your webs, one of your framed photos on the wall lay shattered on the floor to be dealt with later, and the ceiling now sported a dent that was going to be very difficult to explain to your landlord. 

The memory of Miguel leaving was hazy at best. After so many rounds of deeply satisfying, intensely athletic sex, you felt like you could sleep for a week. Yet the shift and dip of Miguel’s large frame exiting the bed was enough to wake you. You could sort of recall a small flash of light and chirpy voice which must have been Lyla…and you also had a vague memory of him replying in a hushed rumble as if not to wake you up. Or was he telling you he was heading out? Everything jumbled together under the fog of sleep. 

Either way, you had to tell yourself that the sensation of a large hand caressing your face and then tenderly stroking down the sleep-warm skin of your back was a dream. Not for Miguel’s sake, but yours. 

Thanks to super-spider stamina, you only really needed a couple extra shots of espresso to function somewhat normally the following day at headquarters. You were angry at your instinct to avoid Miguel. You both were adults that had an adult, mature conversation that last night’s activities were merely a form of stress release that didn’t mean anything. It was hard to believe however, when you could still feel the phantom shape of him inside of you. 

Besides, it’s not even like you could avoid him if you wanted to. You were scheduled to go over more sequencing today with Miguel, and you were dead set on not blinking first in the post-sex-awkwardness stand-off. 

“Hey, Miguel!” your voice reverberated in the vast space. 

Several agonizing moments later, his platform lowered enough for you two to start conversing. If he was at all bashful about seeing you, the man didn’t show it. 

“Good. You’re here.”

“Yep.” 

Miguel was all business. “I want to go back to the fight you had with your father. Lyla, take us to timestamp 46:90:45.”

Damn, and here you thought you were good at compartmentalizing. You did your best to hide any disappointment from reaching your face, playing along as if he hadn’t seen every crevice of your body the night before. 

***

Days turned into weeks, and you eventually, reluctantly accepted that Miguel had told you the truth that night. What you two had shared was really just a one-time lapse of his frighteningly strong self-restraint. 

You were enjoying a rare night in, parked on the couch, takeout boxes strewn about the coffee table, your favorite trashy reality show playing on your TV. You’d gotten injured taking down a Doc Ock variant a few days ago, and Miguel benched you to recuperate. You were all too happy to take a break, from him and Spider-Girling. Despite your complicated feelings for the man, he assigned a recently displaced Spider, Spider-Woman 1357, to pinch hit for you in your dimension while you healed up. It was the first time since you became a hero you had a day off with peace of mind. 

Just as you started another episode, a tingle raced down your spine. Your spider-sense. Something was about to happen. Out of all the possibilities of what could have followed, a portal opening in your living room and Miguel walking through was the last thing you would’ve guessed. You leapt up from the sofa. 

You instantly regretted your appearance - messy bun, no makeup, and ratty sweatpants. Miguel, as usual, looked immaculate in his skintight spider-suit. 

“Hey.” 

“Is this a booty call?”

“No.” 

“Don’t bullshit me–”

“It’s not, I swear! Coño, I came to check on you.” 

“I don’t believe you.” 

“Why not?”

“Because you could have messaged me on my gizmo. It’s your preferred method of communication after all, ever since the last time you were in my apartment.” 

“May–”

Lyla appeared over his shoulder. “He missed you, that’s all.”

Miguel growled at his AI. “I’m going to sentence you to robot death via spreadsheets.” 

Lyla wasn’t threatened in the slightest. “Thank me later.” She disappeared before Miguel could try and make another retort. 

“You missed me?”

“No,” his denial was instant. “I just…I–”

“This is a booty call!” you crumpled up a napkin and chucked it at his large form. “Go home, Miguel!” 

He didn’t budge. “It’s not a booty call. I…what are you watching?”

“The Realest Housewives of Manhattan. What, don’t judge me!”

Miguel couldn't keep his face straight. “Wouldn’t dream of it.” 

Seeing his eyes crinkle with amusement was infectious. You threw another napkin ball at him and then composed yourself. He wasn’t getting off the hook this easily. “Why are you here? Be honest with me. It’s the very least I deserve.”

“I wanted to see the shocking expensive bed frame you expensed to HQ for myself.” 

“You said I could and you didn't set a spending limit.” A wicked little grin pulled at the corners of your mouth. The bed frame from Restoration Hardware had been your own private form of revenge. “And I’m supposed to believe you wanting to see my bed – my bed that you broke–”

“Hey! We broke the bed–”

“--is not your thinly veiled excuse for seeking another roll in the hay? Enough with goddamn mind games Miguel.” He tried to speak but you pushed on, “I’m tired and this is the last thing I need.”

Miguel sobered. He hung his head. His mouth seemed to fight the words as they left his lips.  “Alright, fine. I missed you.” 

You ignored your heartbeat’s sharp increase and schooled your features to maintain a neutral appearance. “I have some extra Pad Thai if you want.” 

“Sounds good.” 

“So this may not be a booty call, but does anyone other than Lyla know you’re here?”

“No.” 

You nodded. “Come. Sit. I just started the episode where Beverly throws her poodle a forty thousand dollar birthday party.” 

“Nothing you said just now made sense,” Miguel protested, but took a seat on your couch anyway. 

A/N: Hope y'all enjoyed!! Miguel has fully rotted my brain so I thought it only fair to share the horniness. Of course I have more imagined in this AU, fingers crossed I can find more time to write (comments and reblogs and likes help!)

Translations:

Mierda - Shit 

cariño - dear

bebita - baby

Gracias a Dios - Thank God

Ven aquí - Come here

¡Coño! - Damnit!

¡No más – basta de esto! -No more, enough of this!

Hermosa - beautiful

Vamos, bebita - Come on, baby

Taglist: @plethora-of-imagines, @itdobe-liza @absolutelybloodyhopeless @ninebluehearts, @oscarissac2099 @trinthealternate

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This account may contain certain topics not fully accepted by everyone in the communities. Be aware that it was created with the propuse of expressing ideas and stories in a different way than others.

I write:

- male reader

- legal age (mostly for +18 content)

- action (once I’ve gotten the hand of this lenguaje)

- MxM or MxF pairs.

- age gap (still legal)

- blood (always with warning in the beginning)

I don���t write:

- pedofilia

- incest

- yandere

————-Stories—————

-Demons Slayer

One shot ☁︎

An idea in lust | Summary: Uzui had an idea in a heated momento with his partners, but it kind of back fired. (+18)

Pairings: Uzui + wives x male oc

-Avatar

Serie ☀︎

Finding purpose | Summary: In a world that is dying and there is no way of saving it, the humanity takes mater into their own hands. They flee from their home planet with hope of conquering another in order to survive. Among them, a couple of brothers with no idea what they’re doing.

Pairings: Jake sully x Oc (friendship), Tsu’tey x Oc (friendship), Neytiri x Oc (friendship). [No current love interest]

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chap 5 coming soon…

-Spiderverse

One shot ☁︎

Small big problem | Summary: Some times is easy to to forget that even the strongest can be vulnerable.

Pairings: Peter B. Parker × giant spiderman reader (platonic), Mayday × giant spiderman reader (platonic).

- Stranger things

Serie ☀︎

Summary | Everything in life seemed limited to walls of whites and rainbows. Caged within the confines of the lab. But an accident that involved a group of teenagers and the upside down world finally let him free. In a funny turn of events he found himself hiding in a step sibling's shed. A redhead that loves video games and a blond that spends his time making sure to keep his good looks.

Character: Male child reader (or preteen)

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4 coming soon…

- Jujutsu Kaisen

Serie ☀︎

Summary | This is the story of the sun and moon's child. A, not at all, normal kid that found himself participating in the world of sorcery and under the guidance of the strongest sorcerer. Sort of.

Character: Male OC (Akimura Akio)

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chap 2…

[fanfiction-artist-prototype]

I see you too are making a spidersona :eyes: may I share some lore/ideas around mine?

why yes of course Castle, I'd love for you to lore/idea share!! But only if you excuse the lore/art dump im about to drop on here for mine!!

I wanted to take the gwen stacey approach to spidersona's but obviously playing into the self-insert fun aspect of it as well! So we have my oc Jane Johanna Jamerson - niece/ ward of James Jonah Jamerson talking head and head of the Daily Bugle.

Jane is this worlds MJ, Harvey Oswald is this worlds Harry Osborne and of course you have Peter Parker because I wanted a trio in a spiderstory again!

Jane lives with her uncle because of circumstances and got bitten by a spider from Oscrops research when her, peter and Harvey were all playing in the main research building, because Norman Osborne let them play in his office whilst he was in a meeting and they went and explored - thats how she got her powers.

Most of the villains in this universe are a result of escaped Oscorp experiments or intervention form the company, so you have Curt Conners as Lizard obviously, but the Vulture is less tech inclined in this universe and more infected by Oscorp with modified vulture DNA - yes that means he has a twinge of cannibalism in this version! Rhino was tech-inclined at first but ended up taking his 'mysterious benefactor' aka Norman Osborne up on his offer to become a super solider the likes of which the world hasn't thought to create since Captain America. (the universe is set just before cap awakens from his ice nap so he's nothing more than history at the start of Lumo's journey)

Jane is called Lumo-Spider because of my recent obsession with Zinc Oxide, which is luminescent at room temperature and so I wanted her to have glowy webs, and so i decided that her spider had zinc oxide production as one of its unknown but mundane mutations - so Lumo's webs both glow in darker spaces but also have really good conductivity based on temperature! Which means she's accidentally lethal to those that get caught in the crosshairs of her and Electro's fights in the winter.

She got bitten around age 12 and exhibited signs of the X-gene (actually the spider mutations) so Jamerson sent her off to be evaluated by Xaviour's school for gifted children, where they quickly concurred she was an artificial mutant - similar to deadpool or Wolverine where she didn't posess the X-gene but outside forces had forced her body to accommodate what should have been handled by the x-gene causing adverse side effects. For her its not being able to control her abilities. Her uncle is under the assumption that she's simply got super strength and that's the limitations because the school help her cover her other abilities and spider-like mannerisms up because she -and the school- are worried that her uncle might disown her, and she's one of the only 'mutant' children that seems to have a supporting family willing to keep their child and nobody wants to risk that.

Oscorp starts being the villains after Lumo's first spin around new york. I'm thinking she was training part time to control her powers so the x-men gave her a training suit that she personalised with her friends help (because i know in some of the cartoons, and older comics i have that students at the school got their own x-men suits as like a 'pe uniform' even if they weren't going out into the field) and they came to the conclusion that a competitor stole their feasible spider mutation and made their own super soldier and decide to try and capture Lumo to figure out who she works for.

Her canon event doesn't happen till she's eighteen, when she finds Peter Parker mauled to death by the Lizard and Vulture, after her uncle sends Peter out to cover a prison break case and tells him not to come back without pictures, putting him in the crosshairs. It's what forces her to break free form her uncles side because he considers lumo 'worse than the x-men' because she's just another law breaking vigilante but she can't even keep other mutated from killing NY citizens and she can't ever imagine her telling him turning out well and now he's 'gotten peter killed'.

Harvey ends up being the Green Goblin rather than Hobgoblin here, but i could literally do an entire post just on ideas for Harvey.

Also the second picture is my FAVOURITE idea for this spidersona.

Little 14 year old Jane getting seriously injured and for the first time in the 2 years she's been fighting not knowing how to hide it, not knowing how she's supposed to keep this hidden, especially since she's got two massive facial injuries, who got hurt before she put the suit on and had just enough time to change back before she was found by rescue teams because she was in a half-collapsed building.

Jamerson is on the ground reporting for this one because it's Lumo's most destructive fight yet and he's prepping with his cameraman going on a rant when the camerman points Jane out to him and all Jamerson can see when he sees his niece - who should be at home, oh god she'd been walking home from SCHOOL when the attack started, to be bleeding this badly she must have been caught in it from the beginning, why hadn't he thought to phone her to make sure she was okay!?- is the seven year old girl who he had to take in because there was nobody left who could - or would do it properly.

[somethingeden]

Book help - Series + Characters and Love Tropes

[Firstly, here is post for the fandoms]

Hello, I am a writer on Wattpad and I am trying to think of a story. I do get writer's block so I have old books but I am to lazy to rewrite them. Okay so I have a few ideas but may you use about a minute to vote or even give me suggestions, it would be appreciated! I could also do a cross over.

Series and the characters that I am considering of doing is (I am also okay with character x character and oc x oc:

Narnia (Edmund Pevensie/Peter Pevensie/Caspian X/Lucy Pevensie/Susan Pevensie/Aslan/Eustace Scrubb)

MCU (Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers/Wanda Maximoff/Peter Parker/Harley Keener/Hope Lang/Scott Lang/Same Wilson/Natasha Romanoff/Pietro Maximoff/Tony Stark/Thor/Loki/Stephen Strange/Wade Wilson/Peter Quill)

Harry Potter (Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy/Ron Weasley/Hermione Granger/Luna Lovegood/Neville Longbottom/Blaise Zabini/Pansy Parkinson/Sirius Black/Remus Lupin/Bellatrix Lestrange/Ginny Weasley/Fred Weasley/George Weasley/Bill Weasley/Charlie Weasley/Cedric Diggory/Tom Riddle/Mattheo Riddle)

Harry Potter and the Cursed Child (Albus Potter/James Potter II/Rose Granger-Weasley/Scorpius Malfoy/Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter/Hermione Granger/Ted Lupin)

Marauders (James Potter/Sirius Black/Remus Lupin/Bellatrix Black/Marlene Mckinnon/Mary Mcdonald/Dorcas Meadows)

Doctor Who (9th Doctor/Jack Harkness/10th Doctor/Donna Noble/11th Doctor/Amy Pond/Clara Oswin Oswald/12th Doctor/13th Doctor/Yasmin Khan/Ryan Sinclair/14th Doctor/Donna Noble/Rose Noble)

Heartstopper (Ben Hope/Harry Greene/Imogen Heaney/David Nelson)

Grease (Danny Zuko/Sandy Olsson/Kenickie Murdock/Leo Balmudo)

Disney (Ariel/Maleficent/Briar Rose/Ursula/Prince Eric)

Greek Mythology (Medusa/Hades/Poseidon/Apollo/Ares/Hermes/Demeter)

The Mortal Instruments [I haven't read all the books] (Jace Wayland-Herondale.../Alec Lightwood/Raphael Santiago/Isabelle Lightwood/Magnus Bane/Jonathan Morgenstern/Maia Roberts/Jordan Kyle)

Percy Jackson [I sadly don't have the books but I am going to base it off the tv series that'll come out next month] (Percy Jackson/Annabeth Chase/Grover Underwood/Luke Castellan/Ares/Poseidon/Hades/Clarisse La Rue/Medusa/Hermes/Hephaestus)

Enola Holmes 1 and 2 (Enola Holmes/Tewksbury/Sherlock Holmes/Mycroft Holmes)

Jurassic Park (Ian Malcolm/Alan Grant)

Jurassic World (Own Grady/Zach Mitchell/Maisie Lockwood/Gray Mitchell/Ian Malcolm/Alan Grant)

Little Women (Theodore Laurence)

Lord of the Rings (Frodo Baggins/Legolas Greenleaf/Aragorn/Eomer/Faramir)

The Hobbit (Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield/Kili Oakenshield/Fili Oakenshield/Thranduil Greenleaf/Bard/Legolas Greenleaf)

Uncharted (Nathan Drake/Victor Sullivan/Chloe Frazer)

Supernatural (Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester/Jack Kline/Claire Novak)

Mamma Mia 1 and 2 (Sam Carmichael/Harry Bright/Bill Anderson/Sky)

Love tropes:

Enemies to Lovers

Friends to Lovers

Forbidden Love

Secret Identity/Billionaire/Royal

Best friend's Brother/Sister

Second Chance

Soulmates

Fake Relationships to Lovers

Wedding – Runaway Bride/Runaway Groom/Jilted/Arranged Marriage

Strangers to Lovers

Amnesia/Mistaken Identity

Holiday Romance/Flings (Can lead to a baby)

Already Together

Hero x Villain

Sworn off Relationships

Opposites Attract

Secret Baby

Two Person Love Triangle (Mistaken Identity)

Reunited

Fairy Tale Retelling

Bet

Blind Date

and more...

[creativeroleplay-ads]

Hiya! 🌻☀️

My name is Jay (21F) and I’m looking for some more RP partners! I am a literate/advanced literate roleplayer that writes in 3rd person, usually past tense. I am looking for some active 18+ Y.O. Roleplay partners to do some MLM / MLNB CC x CC or OC x OC RPs with.

In terms of content— I prefer doing AUs for fandom RPs but I don’t mind canon-divergent plots too! I tend to write 2-4+ paragraphs and I ask my partners to write at least 2-4 paragraph responses if possible. I’m also cool with ooc plotting, sharing photo references, music ideas, etc. I am looking for the RP to include NSFW scenes (like a 50:50 plot to spice ratio), so if that’s not up your alley, I may not be the best fit for you.

When it comes to nsfw scenes, I can explain my likes/preferences in dms. My hard limits are : bathroom stuff, graphic depictions of SA, incest, baby play, any adult/child couples, and anything involving animals (monster/animal hybrids are okay). When I RP, I like to involve kinks, which I will be happy to discuss in DMs. Any characters I do I usually play as switches as a default, and we can discuss other dynamics. Admittedly, I would like an RP partner with preferences towards playing dom/top characters, but again, switches are the default. I will not RP with someone who only does strictly bottom/submissive characters (sorry).

In terms of AUs / plots, I’m really into some darker / heavier plots. Mafia AUs, A/B/O, bdsm, strip clubs / sex workers, cops n criminals, rivals, enemies to lovers, monsters x humans/monster hunters, yandere, (legal) age gaps, affairs, all of that. If you have a hot, heavy, dark idea in mind, I’d love to hear it (as long as it doesn’t cross any of my hard limits!).

In terms of fandoms / ships, I have some listed below that I am open to! If a character is in bold, that means it is the one I would play, and if there is a ** next to it, that is the preferred ship. However, I would be open to poly couples, we would just need to talk things out.

Attack on Titan

Levi Ackerman x Erwin Smith **

Armin Arlert x Eren Jaeger **

Armin Arlert x Jean Kirschtein

Eren Jaeger x Jean Kirschtein

Marvel (please note: I have not watched many movies after Endgame or any of the TV shows, so any canon divergent plots may need to take place before Endgame)

Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes**

(18+ Y.O.) Peter Parker x Wade Wilson

CW Supernatural (please note: it has been a while since I’ve watched the series, but I am pretty familiar with the characters, so AUs for this one would probably be better than canon-divergent plots)

Dean Winchester x Castiel **

Sam Winchester x Castiel **

Sam Winchester x Gabriel

Dean Winchester x Gabriel

When it comes to OC x OC, I am very flexible. I am just asking for MLM, though amab NB characters and FTM characters are also okay! I would love to design some characters based on a scenario we come up with! I also would be cool with doubles if you’d like, we’d just need to discuss the details. When it comes to faceclaims, I’d prefer irl faceclaims over anime/cartoon ones, but if you can’t find someone, anime faceclaims are fine!

Feel free to DM me and we can talk and decide if we want to RP on tumblr or discord 🫶🏻 thanks!

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[earth-18104]

Earth-18104 - List of Characters

Characters that were born in 1970 and 1980, basically the first generation of heroes. Not all of these characters have birthdays, and not all of these dates are Canon, some I chose myself based on their first apparitions and such.

This list also includes my marvel OCs. Main list!

1970 –

• Frankie Raye, daughter of inventor Phineas Horton, the heroine Photon. 

• Kevin Brashear, Adam Brashear's first son. 

1971 -

• Vanisher.

• February 11 - Wade Winston Wilson, the mercenary Deadpool.

1972 –

• April 21 – Shiro Yoshida, Sunfire.

• August 6 - Jonathan Storm, member of The Fantastic Four, the Human Torch.

1973 -

• Max Brashear, second son of Blue Marvel.

1974 –

• July 2 - Dr. Henry Philip McCoy, the X-Men Beast. 

• September 17 - Birdy, Sabretooth's assistant.

1975 -

• April 25 - Lorna Dane, Polaris.

• Dr. Adrienne Brashear, daughter of Adam Brashear.

• September 3 - Jean Gray, Marvel Girl, host of the Phoenix. 

• Calvin Rankin, known as Mimic. 

• November 5 - Warren Worthington III, descendant of Clan Akkaba, the Archangel. 

1976 -

• Julia Grey, Jean Grey's younger sister. 

• March 3 - Scott Summers, known as Cyclops, leader of the X-Men.

• August 31st - Monica Rambeu, the superhero Spectrum. 

• Jefferson Davis. 

1977 -. 

• Theresa Cassidy, daughter of Banshee, known as Siryn. 

• May 5 - Robert "Bobby" Drake, the superhero Iceman.

1978 -

• January 9 - Alexander “Alex” Summers, Havok. 

• Aaron Davis, the criminal called Prowler. 

• Eugene "Flash" Thompson, Anti-Venom.

1979 -

• James Arthur Madrox, student of Moira MacTaggert, known as Multiple Man.

• Gwendolyne Stacy, daughter of NYPD Captain George Stacy.

• Catarina Oliveira, teacher and X-Men called Coral OC. 

• August 12 - David Haller, son of Charles Xavier and Gabrielle Haller.

1980 –

• Harold "Harry" Osborn, son of Norman Osborn. 

• Mary Jane Watson. 

• June 05 - Peter Parker, the first Spider-Man 

• Valeria Toomes, Vulture’s daughter.

1982 -

• August 07 - Gabriel Summers, the mutant known as Vulcan.

1984 -

• June 12 - Kyle Gibney, Wild Child. 

[littlebabyyd0ll]

CLUELESS !

prologue 🍓 bambi.

based on the 1995 movie of the same, clueless! is an andrew’s peter parker x oc story. true to her name, sweet aurora is utterly clueless both to peter’s adoration and the fuck-hungry look that flash thompson has in his eyes every time she walks by. pure to the soul, peter admires the girl that his aunt and uncle took in after the death of her own parents, but slowly admiration turns to full blown lust. self preservation can only last so long when so many were so desperate to steal the innocence undoubtedly reserved for him. aurora couldn’t be any more clueless

clueless masterpost

warnings: smut, peter and aurora living in the same household, no familial relation, masturbation (m&f), innocent!oc, innocence kink, size difference & kink, crybaby! themes, hyper femininity, sex, dacryphilia, oral (m&f), a whole lot of sitting in peter’s lap, light dom/sub undertones, loss of virginity, mixed feelings, more to be added.

on september 2nd, 1996, henry and ophelia smith gave birth to a darling young girl. tufts of bright blonde sat like a halo upon her holy head, glowing cheeks and darling dimples adorned her bright bambi eyes. the baby girl was a spitting image of her mother — only taking her father's bright brown eyes. their little girl was only ever seen with a big bright smile and a giggle passing her puffy lips. she was so tiny, something that would follow her into teenagehood.

henry smith had watched his wife's brow furrow, arms wrapping around the newborn slightly tighter, possessively.

henry smith had watched his wife's brow furrow, arms wrapping around the newborn slightly tighter, possessively.

henry smith had watched his wife's brow furrow, arms wrapping around the newborn slightly tighter, possessively.

"no." said ophelia proudly, chest puffing up in defence. "we named her after aurora borealis. the northern lights?"

after impatiently checking her manicured nails, "why?"

ophelia smith refused to hold back her smile as she looked down at the sleeping babe, running her forefinger over soft rosy cheeks. "because she's a work of nature."

thankfully, ophelia didn't have that friend stick around as aurora began to blossom into a child. what a chipper young thing she was growing in to. pouty lips only grew poutier and prettier. her blonde locks grew and grew, at one point nearly long enough to sit upon before she got it cut down to her chest. her eyes were wide and bright, little freckles of gold dusted within chocolate. she was a clumsy little thing, often barely able to stand on two legs comfortably or without stumbling, undoubtedly why she received the second nickname of bambi.

aurora adored her parents — she loved the way that they loved. their constant dates and her father's random bringing home of flowers for her mother. it taught her to never settle for less, if someone wanted to give you the world, they would. if only they had known, this would be their downfall.

she was thirteen when they died.

they'd left their darling angel with a babysitter for the night, some teen who paid far more attention to the tv than aurora. ophelia and henry had booked the night away, hoping to get there via train. aurora had begged them not to go — a sickening feeling swirling in her stomach and violently threatening to surface. her parents simply put it down to separation issues, promising that they'd be back in time to wake her up in the morning. they never made it home. they never made it to their destination. train crashes were rare, but not impossible. and it just so happened that they had been sitting in the first carriage.

she was fourteen when she was taken in by may and ben parker. truth be told — aurora didn't care who they were, as long as they got her out of the fostering system. at that point in her life, she was just numb. it just so happened to be a stroke of luck that they had hearts of gold.

may and ben parker welcomed the small girl with open arms. may promised that aurora could go back into the system any time she wanted, if she ever felt uncomfortable in their home. their home... from the minute she stepped through the threshold, it became her home. how could she not fall in love with the untimely peeling wallpaper and weeping daffodils in vases? or the rows upon rows of aged books stacked upon one another on the shelf? or the bright shining smiles that reminded her so much of the way her parents used to smile at her?

they had a boy, peter. at first, he didn't take to aurora.

she never blamed him.

peter parker was taken in by ben and may when his parents died. unlike herself, peter parker had actual relation to ben and may. uncle ben and aunt may. that's what he called them. they never pressured the children into calling them mom or dad. they knew that they would never take that name away from their real parents. aurora thought that might have been why peter was so possessive over them for the first few months. he was a fifteen year old boy, still adjusting to life without his parents, freshly losing his best friend harry to a boarding school, and now he had to welcome someone else into his house? he'd never see her as a sister, he made that clear. again, aurora didn't mind. she didn't much see him as a (albeit fostered) brother. with time, she saw him as a friend.

it took six months for peter parker to warm up to aurora. it was only on her fifteenth birthday that she first received a hug from him. it was from her fifteenth birthday that she never wanted to let go. their relationship was playful, a false love-hate with teasing names and occasional shoves to one another's shoulders. peter helped aurora with her math homework. aurora helped peter bake cookies. in his mind, it was a fair trade. sometimes they held hands — hey, don't let go. you know how easily you get lost. — sometimes they couldn't stand to be next to one another — you're so fucking clueless, rory! — but in the end, it always led back to a cuddle on the worn out sofa, murmuring their little sorry to one another.

she loved him. he loved her. not in the way that you love your siblings. in the way that you love your best friend, or a mentor. over two years they became closer, happily encouraging one another to be the best versions of themselves. peter parker saved up his entire allowance for five months to buy aurora the sewing machine that she wanted for her sixteenth birthday, almost two years ago. it was the first time that he realised there was something behind his intentions, the first time that he realised he would stop at nothing to bring a smile to her pretty face. as though it were yesterday, he remembered the big cheesy smile upon her bee stung lips, the watering of happy tears in her lash line. she'd squealed so happily, giddily pushing herself out of the chair to hug him, unintentionally knocking them both over into the hardwood floor.

so different to her pouty face now.

a whine fell from aurora's lips, a mix between a groan and a plea. dainty hands tugged at peter's green sweater, grasping and pulling. she stood alone as the boy sat staring at his computer screen, paying no attention to her little tantrum. his glasses had fallen down the bridge of his nose with each of her light tugs. peter parker stayed adamantly staring at his screen, trying not to smirk at the way she begged for his attention. he loved it, it's why he prolonged it so much.

"please, pete." she tugged more, bottom lip protruding outwards. from the corner of his amber eyes he could so heavily see the little floral pyjamas she wore — may had given them to her for christmas. little white tops and shorts, adorned with baby pink rosettes in the tiniest of fonts. his favourite pair. "it'll take like five minutes! please!"

"you gotta learn to do it yourself." was his reply, eyes still glued to the screen of his computer.

"but i can't." she whined once more, dramatically falling to her knees. the little blonde girl grumbled as she rest her chin upon his clothed thigh, giving him her best pleading puppy eyes from the side of his body. still he ignored her stare. so still, she tugged on his long sleeve. "please, pete. it hurts m'brain. don't know how unless you explain it."

finally, a sigh passed his pretty lips. the chestnut haired boy leaned back, the desk chair creaking underneath his weight. behind the rims of his glasses, his eyes flickered downwards to the small girl on the hardwood floor. aurora's stare was large and bedazzling, big bambi eyes so pleading and needy — practically begging for him. he gulped. "it's, like, basic maths, rory. you know how to do it."

"nuh uh!" she cried, head lifting from his lap. those puffy lips were still pouty and oh so prominent, gnawed red from her incessant biting. he always told her off for it. "i looked at it for thirty minutes on my own! i don't get any of it without your help, pete."

"aurora—"

"i'll do anything. please! it takes you like five minutes!" her begs were piling up, a kurt tug pulling upon his sleeve once more.

another sigh fell from his lips as he pushed his glasses up his nose, skin kissed by the sunlight through the window. "i'll help you on one condition." he watched her eyes, the way they lit up with such expressive excitement and emotion. the corners of her pouty lips lifted, making her cheeks red and rosy.

"yeah?" she buzzed, squirming slightly. "i'll do anything."

a beat.

"don't go out with flash on friday."

and her smile came tumbling down. aurora's soft grip against peter's sweater fell, as though he slipped through her fingers into dust. her bottom lip protruded once more, big bambi eyes blinking and no longer filled with excitement. she only had one look upon her face now — betrayal. "w-why would you say that?" the blonde mumbled, raising to her feet. he could almost see her legs shaking. "that's mean, pete."

"don't go with him." he stood from his desk chair. their height difference was always something that he adored. the smaller of the two stood at a mere five foot, opposing to his six foot two. the parker boy peered down at the girl from where he now stood. aurora crossed her arms over her chest, brows drawn together in a furrow. "he'll only hurt you."

"you don't know that—"

"yes, i do."

with wide eyes and a shake of her head, "no, you don't!"

"yes i fucking do, aurora!" she jumped at the severity of his voice, bambi eyes instantly filling with salty droplets. bottom lip quivering, the crybaby shook her head viciously. "are you that dumb, really? can't you see what's right in front of you?!"

"shut up!"

"no, you need to hear this—"

"what is going on in here?!" may parker joined the raised voices, barging through the half-open door. the woman in her fifties had a basket placed in one hand, dirty laundry sat within it. caring, concerned eyes fluttered from one teen to the other, taking in their argumentative and dishevelled states. specifically, the tears threatening to fall from aurora's chocolate eyes.

"peter's a shithead, that's what!"

a bewildered gasp. "aurora!"

"she's fucking clueless! she's going on a date with flash — he just wants to get into your panties, idiot!" peter's argument turned away from may, veins in his neck becoming prominent against the setting sun. as soon as the words fell from his lips he regretted them; the sight of her quivering chin and teary eyes enough to make a grown man cry. it was within peter's subconscious to push himself towards the girl and wrap his long arms around her... to kiss her forehead and shush her little whimpers. he wanted nothing more than to swipe away the tears that balled in the corners of her eyes, threatening to drop at his words. in that moment, he hated himself for ever hurting such a fragile thing.

"you don't talk to her that way!" a pointed finger filled his vision, his aunt's hand threatening in manor. may's vision was pointed, her big ocean eyes narrowed in on the teenage boy. then, her glance shifted to the girl who's fists balled angrily at her sides. "you two bicker like an old married couple! come on, out," she gripped upon aurora's shoulder, anchoring her towards the open door. the small girl allowed herself to be moved away, balling her fists at her eyes. "if you don't have anything nice to say to one another, don't say anything at all. you can sort this out when you've simmered down. you kids will be the death of me..." her words quietened as she pulled the door to peter's bedroom shut with a pointed stare, as though telling him that it was his responsibility to apologise to aurora. he was, after all, the one to begin their argument.

he was just trying to protect his innocent girl.

🍓

peter felt guilty all night, especially when he walked into their shared bathroom. the little room met with a door to each of their rooms, the only thing keeping them apart. the chestnut haired boy had strolled in with a sigh, rubbing his calloused hand across his face. tired amber eyes were barely open, but they couldn't miss the view of her cracked open door. a little sniffle filled the air as she rubbed at her eyes tiredly, small form curled up in the sheets of her bed. the white streets of her bedsheets caressed her figure, rising and falling with the movement of her chest. poor thing was so in her head that she didn't even notice when he lightly shut her door, turning the knob closed.

it was dark by the time he laid himself down, glasses pushed up onto his bedside table. in checkered bottoms and a loose t-shirt upon his chest, he was more than ready to welcome sleep. peter tossed and turned for what felt like hours. only when he checked his phone did he realise it was only just past midnight. his subconscious was eating him alive, gnawing at his spine and refusing to bring him sweet sleep.

it was ten more minutes before he heard the familiar pitter patter of footsteps, slightly muffled by grey bunny slippers and his closed door. the noise shuffled for a moment, as though weighing up what to do. and then, the familiar creaking of his door sounded. a low light came from the hall, the dimmer turned all the way down. another one of the things he adored about aurora — she had to turn a light on before she entered any room. except for his, where she now stood, silently pushing the door shut again.

sleepily, the parker boy pushed himself up onto his elbows, grabbing his glasses from the cabinet and pushing them over his eyes. he could barely make her out in the dark, a loose, oversized sweater covering her frame, bare legs led to a pair of fuzzy bunny slippers. a tired pout sat upon her sweet face, lips curled downwards. big brown eyes were cast upon him, fingers laced together in front of her navel.

the look on her face told him everything he needed to know.

"c'mere." softly, he mumbled, shuffling over towards the wall and raising the blanket. the small girl quickly rushed towards him, slipping the slippers away from her feet and all but tumbling under the covers. in an instant her little arms were wrapped around his torso, pushing herself towards his beating chest. peter's lanky arms wove over her shoulders, lips pushing a kiss into her hairline.

"m'sorry." sweet words, rushed and muffled by the fabric upon his chest. peter's lips twitched upwards. she barely had anything to apologise for. "didn't mean what i said." poor thing, her conscious must've been eating her alive.

"i know." one hand rubbed soothingly against her back, the other lightly running through her blonde locks. "i'm sorry too."

she nuzzled her face into his chest, "can't sleep knowing you're mad at me."

"i'm not mad at you, sweet girl. i just want the best for you."

she hummed as his fingers stroked through her golden hair, practically purring at the comforting feeling. "i know." she gave another tiny nod, dainty fingers wrapping around the t-shirt on his frame. the small girl clutched the fabric so tightly, as though he might just slip away into nothingness. especially after what she was about to ask. "will you be angry at me if i go?"

a beat.

"no." brown eyes closed shut, peter pushed his lips against her hairline once more. she felt cold, like she always did. it's why she called him her personal radiator. "i just need you to be so careful, rory. you can barely walk straight sometimes—"

"penny's coming with us." the blonde tried to reason, breath warm against his clothed skin. "she has a date too, we won't be alone."

"penny'll probably be high off her head, bambi." a grin crept upon her lips at the nickname, rolling so easily off of his tongue. heavenly.

"she promised that she wouldn't do it in front of me anymore — you told her you don't like it, remember?"

"s'because you're too innocent, baby. can't have you corrupted by your own best friend." he gulped, eyes peeling open once more. "or flash."

aurora shook her head tiredly, a yawn threatening to fall between her lips. "won't do anything, pinky promise." her palm raised expectantly, finger pointed outwards, awaiting his own to join it. who was he to deny her of her wishes? a long pinky finger met her own, curling around her delicate skin. "besides, you smoke all the time."

"that's different, rory. i do it when i'm not close to you."

"shouldn't do it at all." she grumbled, their fingers still interconnected. he eyed them over the top of her head. "your asthma is really bad."

a grin fully erupted upon his lips. "shut up." the words came with a breathy laugh. aurora smiled at the sound, pushing her face impossibly further into him. it was nice, just hugging him. it didn't feel dirty or secretive, it simply felt comfortable. she fit into his body as though she were the missing puzzle piece, despite their immense height difference. she curled into him as though she'd done it her whole life, as if it was the only thing that she could do.

for a moment, they laid in a comfortable silence. simple ghosts of fingertips and shallow breaths. for a minute, peter thought she'd fallen asleep, there in his arms. his suspicions came crumbling down when delicate words fell between bee stung lips, striking him right in the heart.

"my parents would have loved you."

he laid still, but his eyes were wide open at the statement. "y-yeah?"

"mhmm." the blonde hummed, "because you're good at math, and science. you help me a lot. you're polite and sensitive. you've got brown eyes. my momma always loved brown eyes. and you skate. my daddy would've liked that."

she was fucking adorable.

"my parents would have loved you too." the trail of his fingers forced goosebumps in their wake, sweet skin alight with his touch. she gulped. "my mom would've had you make clothes for her. and my dad, he would've loved you cooking for him. your blueberry muffins? i think they would've been his favourite."

"i would have loved to meet them."

"yeah." maybe under different circumstances, in which she wasn't the girl that ben and may welcomed into their home. "yeah. me too."

[luna-jaden-shadow]

Mistletoe

Plot - Random One Shot I did for @sandrawrites13

Fluff

Warning - Shameless self-promo mention of OC

Pairing - May Parker X Fem!Reader

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Just like every year in New York, it starts to snow as the Christmas season draws closer. With the month of December setting in and Time Square getting decorated and all of your friends starting to set up and decorate for the festive season. New York when it snows is a beautiful sight, especially from the warm comfort of your home. You’d spent hours decorating your own home with lights and anything else that fit the season.

“What do you think?” You turned your head, smiling brightly at your current helper. In turn, your dog just stares for a moment before barking and running off. “Rude.” You comment, turning back to the tree you’d decorated that’s sitting in your living room. “I think I’ll need help with ornaments.” You mumble to yourself, looking at the box on the floor. While you would be fully down with calling up your best friend (shameless self-promo) she’s currently busy spending the weekend with her fiancé, so she’s out of the question.

Then the idea came when you caught a glimpse of the TV broadcasting a video of Spider-Man saving a woman and her child. With a smile, you pulled out your phone and dialed up the number.

The woman picked up right away “Hello?” Came May’s voice, her being one of the only other people in New York who you were friends with. You knew her nephew through “work” and since your meeting you’d grown attached to the woman, one might say you’d fallen in love but that’s beside the point.

“Hey, May it’s me, Y/n!” You said happily, even though she had to have read the caller ID before picking up.

“Hey! What’s up? Don’t tell me he got into trouble again.” She groans at the thought of having to pick up Peter. The last time she had to do that was because he’s run out of web fluid and crash-landed in a lake, poor kid was shaking when he arrived at your place.

“No, no everything’s fine. I don’t know what he’s up to but I was calling cause I wanted to know if you wanted to come over and maybe help me decorate my tree? I could make some hot chocolate and we could have a girl's night of watching movies or whatever. We don’t have to if you don’t want to. You probably don’t want to so-”

“Y/n.”

“Yeah?”

“I’ll be right over.”

The smile on your face grew wider as you two said goodbye and hung up. “May’s coming over! Oh my God May’s coming over.” You suddenly come to the realization of what had just happened.

By the time she came over, you had cleaned and tidied up the place even though the two of you would surely make a mess while emptying the box in front of the tree. “I love what you’ve done with the place.” She places her jacket over the back of one of the chairs in the living room area before following you where your tree sits by the window.

“Thanks, it was a pain with someone judging me the whole time.” You shoot a look to your dog who just stares from where they’re laying on the couch, practically falling asleep right then and there.

“Awww they’re just the cutest.” She smiles, petting their head. “They’re just a little interior decorator is all.”

“Uh-huh, sure May, whatever you say.” You smirk, motioning for her to step away from your dog and closer to you. “I thought you were here for me, not my dog.”

“Well, I can be here for both.”

You laugh, shaking your head as the two of you start going through the box and hanging up different ornaments. The whole time the two of you are joking around and talking about life and anything else that either of you can bring up. “Do you want hot chocolate maybe? A little break from all this pine smell?” You offer as you hang up another colorful ornament.

“Yeah, that sounds great.” She straightens up, leaning back to crack her back. You look away, not wanting to have your face go red from seeing her so much as stretch that has you wanting to do things that would make Tony Stark blush. Smiling anyway, you lead her towards the kitchen, totally oblivious to the overly cliché trap that you had set up for any future Christmas parties that you’d no doubt be forced to throw. You go to pass through the doorway when a hand on your arm stops you.

“What’s up?” You turn to her confused only to see her point up. Following her gaze, you look up to see the mistletoe that you’d hung up in the doorway. “Oh, that’s what’s up. We really don’t have to, I put it up so I wouldn’t forget it for when we have a Christmas party or anything. It’s kinda stupid anyway so-” You’re cut off by May who has you now fully turned to her and has her lips pressed against yours.

“I’m not one to ignore an opportunity.” She smiles, hands trailing up to wrap around your neck. “Especially this one.”

[saturnville]

so my darling.

pairing: tom!peter parker x black!oc(leo)

warning: MAJOR nwh spoilers under the cut.

content: can’t disclose ;) but very pg and my own spin on one of the scenes in the movie.

note: i saw nwh last night and my inner child is screaming so a couple of andrew!peter parker and tom!peter parker fics are going thru my head. hope y’all don’t mind. :)

song: so my darling by rachel chinouriri

divider by @firefly-graphics

The time stone had long been destroyed. At the snap of a metallic finger and thumb, the magic of the universe crystallized, was returned back to the core of the earth. Yet, it seemed to still have active control over time. It had slowed and moved slower than molasses. Everything around them blurred and sunk into a whole of nothingness. Not a thing mattered, save the few moments he had with her left.

His feet landed in front of hers and a sorrowful cry fell from his bruised lips when he looked into her tearful brown eyes.

“My baby,” she whimpered, gentle hands caressing his battered face. His porcelain skin no longer clear and fear from any worry or blemish, rather scratched, cut, and sunken in. Her hands traveled down his shoulders, exposed from the tearing of his suit. Blood puddled at the surface, causing her eyes to widen. She tore off her flannel and pressed it into his damaged skin. Peter winced.

“I…I have to—you have to forget about me.” The words tasted like sour milk in his mouth. He felt the need to vomit just at the forcing of them out of his mouth.

He watched as her face dropped and her lips quivered. The shirt fell from her hands. “W-w-what do you mean forget you? How does—“

“Everyone has to forget me so there can be some kind of normal here. Peter Parker caused this and Peter Parker has to disappear for it to go away.”

“Peter, please don’t do this, there’s got to be another way.”

His suit clad hand covered his mouth as he watched her breakdown in front of him. Her fingers tugged at the roots of her messy locs then scratched her tear stained face. Her lips were cracked and dry, and a string of spit dripped down the side of her mouth as she struggled to keep it together.

“You’re all I have, P, please don’t, please.”

“Leo, I am so sorry. I am so sorry.” The tightness in his throat worsened by the second and he struggled to make out any words. “You may forget me, but…I’ll find you, okay? I will find you and we’ll fall in love all over again, like nothing ever happened. I’ll be yours and you’ll be mine and everything will be okay, do you understand me, Leora? I will always be yours no matter what universe and no matter what happens.”

“Peter…”

“There’s not much time left, kid.” Peter turned at the voice of the sorcerer himself. “I’m sorry.”

Peter turned to Leo once more and took her face in his hands. She grabbed onto his wrists and squeezed tightly, not wanting to ever have to let go. “My darling, you are my best friend, you know that?”

Leo nodded.

“My baby, I will always love you. There’s always gonna be something pulling you back to me, I know it. Don’t ignore it, please, don’t ignore it.”

“I won’t,” she sobbed. “I could never forget you.” He pressed a gentle kiss on her lips. He shuddered as he tasted the salt from her tears fall down his lips. She broke away with a cry and pressed her forehead against his own.

“I love you, Peter Parker. For the rest of my days.”

“I love you—“

A shift in the atmosphere erupted. The split between universes had been mended, and no longer the chaos ensued. Rather, a calmness fell over the universe. Order had been restored.

An anxious Peter sped into the local bookstore where Leo spent most of her days working to save for university. With a racing heart and clammy hands, he opened the door. A small bell rang to announce his entrance, and he saw her head peak from behind the rusted counter.

“I’ll be right with you! One second, please.”

His heart fluttered. She sounded so airy and bright, like she was floating atop a cloud. “Sorry about that. Had to restock a new case. Anything you searching for today?”

She’d gotten more beautiful, if that was even possible. Her locs lay at her shoulders and they were now a ginger color. Her skin had cleared, but there were still small spots of discoloration littered around her beautiful canvas. How much she’d changed in all of two weeks.

“I-it’s fine. A friend of mine had a book she read often called Circe. I was wondering if you had it.” Peter rubbed his clammy hands against his pants.

“I do, actually. I have one copy left. It’s one of my favorite books; your friends has good taste.”

“Y-yeah she does.” Peter watched as she shuffled behind the counter and noticed a bandage around her wrist. She was cut on the wrist when she fell. “What happened, are you alright?”

“Oh,” Leo laughed. “just took a tumble. Doesn’t hurt much anymore.” She slid the book across the counter. “Is this all for you?”

Peter looked into her eyes and felt a jab within his innermost being. His brown eyes flooded with tears. “Yes, that’s all.”

Leo eyed him subtly but shook it off as she took the payment from his hand. When their fingertips brushed together, a small gasp fell from her lips and she pulled away. “God, I’m sorry. You just…you remind me of someone I can’t quite remember clearly. It’s been a nagging feeling.”

There’s always gonna be something pulling you back to me. Don’t ignore it.

Peter’s heart raced. She handed him the book and his change. “I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable.”

“No, no, no. It’s okay, it happens. But, um, thank you for the book.”

Please, don’t ignore it.

Peter turned on his feet and took a step toward the door but stopped in his tracks when she called out, “Whenever you finish that book, let me know what you think. I’m here everyday around the same time.”

He smiled and turned to face her. “I will.”

Leo waved, “See you soon.”

Quietly, he replied, “see you soon, my darling.”

[xx-narcissa]

Here are some fics I’ve got in my drafts:

Name TBD: A JJ Maybank x OC fic. It’s the first thing I’ve written in first person before.

Summary: You meet JJ over the summer while you’re staying with your grandmother in OBX. The closer you get to him, the more he wants to learn about the real reason you came.

Name TBD: A Wanda Maximoff x Avenger!Reader fic. The reader has the power of invulnerability, and can’t feel pain or get hurt, meets their long lost twin and secrets are revealed feelings are hurt oooh

Summary: After an encounter with what seems to be a doppelgänger, a whole world of truths is revealed.

I’ve Got A Secret (The World Crumbles Around Us 3): I want to finish this series eventually, but just know a lot of events might be out of order and a lot of characters may do things that are ooc, and that’s because 1 i’m just trying to have fun with this and 2 it’s been a while since i watched Teen Wolf so i don’t remember everything.

Summary: Scott, Stiles, and Allison finally tell you what’s going on. Lydia goes missing.

Teddy Bear: Dark!Tony Stark x Reader, Wanda Maximoff x reader. this is inspired by Melanie Martinez’ song ‘Teddy Bear’ so this fic will portray an abusive relationship between Tony and the Reader.

Summary: Tony makes your life hell but you can’t seem to escape it. That is, until a witch promises your salvation.

Summer Breeze: Florence Pugh x Actress!Reader. i’ve never written for someone that wasn’t fictional before so i’m not 100% sure about this but if y’all wanna see it then idm finishing it since i’m like halfway done.

Summary: You suppress your growing feelings for Florence under the impression she could never like you the way you did her. One fateful summer that all changes.

Name TBD: A Natasha x Wife!Reader here they have a child that they adopted or something I guess, and Natasha gets badly hurt and so it’s a little angst with that but happy ending most likely.

Summary: Natasha gets hurt and you wonder if it’s worth it.

Name TBD: Peter Parker (Andrew but can be imagined as Tom) x Mom!Reader where Peter is like 22 and you’re like 36 cus i see a lot of age gap stuff for a male character who is older than the reader so i wanted to put a spin on it and who better to do it with than with everybody’s favorite spider <3

Summary: May has a get together and Peter planned on staying in his room all night, until he saw you.

I’ve obviously got a lot more, but these are some that I actually want to finish and I just want to see how y’all will like them. So pls reply, reblog, or send an ask saying which ones you’d like to see or any requests you might have, so I know what I should put my focus on. Or let me know if I should add more to the list so that y’all have more options. Okay thanks! <33

[punchdrunkdoc]

Given To Fly

Chapter 6: The Girl In The Mask

Previous instalments:

Chapter 1: The Girl At The Bar & Chapter 2: The Girl In The Lab here 

Chapter 3: The Girl On The Fire Escape here 

Chapter 4: The Girl In His Bedroom here

Chapter 5: The Girl here

TASM! Peter Parker x Original female character

Summary: After the events of Spiderman: No Way Home, Peter 3 is determined to make some changes to his life. It starts with a new job, and a chance meeting with a beautiful stranger in a bar.

Notes: The lonely, somewhat tortured TASM!/Andrew Garfield version of Peter Parker in Spiderman: No Way Home broke my heart a bit. This is my attempt to give him his happy ending.

I can’t say too much, as there’s a mystery at the heart of this tale that I don’t want to spoil.

But I can say this will be a multi-part story with a slow burn, enemies-to-lovers romance with an OC character (the x reader format doesn’t work for this particular story - sorry!)

Also available on AO3

“So how are things going with the hottie at work? Has he asked you out yet?” Her sister’s voice was weak, but she could still hear the excitement. She winced at the question and wished she’d never mentioned Peter. But Mel thought she was just another 20-something living some big adventure in New York. She wanted to hear about all the plays she’d seen on broadway, what Central Park looked like at Christmas, and of course, she wanted all the gossip about the cute guy at work.

“Um, I’ve been super busy in the lab. I haven’t seen him around much this week.” She padded around her apartment, phone pressed to her ear, rubbing her forehead with her free hand as she lied to her sister.

Again.

Because she’d seen quite a bit of Peter that week.

The Monday after the Fourth of July debacle, he was waiting for her in her lab. His usual manic energy seemed tightly constrained, his arms crossed over his chest as he leaned against her workstation.

She eyed him as she walked closer, noting the faint bruising over his left cheek - had he got in a fight?

“Good morning, Jane. Nice to see you. How was your weekend?” His tone was harsh.

She shrugged out of her jacket and booted up her computer.

“So we’re back to the silent treatment, huh?” He bit out.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I need to answer some emails, Peter.” She gestured to the door.

He stared at her for a long moment. “We need to talk.”

“Later,” she replied, not meeting his eyes.

“Why do I get the feeling ‘later’ really means ‘never’?”

Getting no reply, he turned and stormed out.

She sighed. How was she going to do this? She didn’t have it in her heart to be mean to him, but she needed to push him away. For his sake, as well as hers. Because whenever he was near, she just wanted to stay close to him…forever.

He came to find her again the following day during lunch. “We need to talk.”

“So you’ve said,” she replied. “But I don’t see why.”

“Because I wanna know what happened on Saturday! One minute you’re smiling at me in that goddam dress, and the next you’re running away.”

“I just wasn’t feeling up to company.”

“Bullshit, Jane,” he snapped. “I know there’s something going on with you, just-“

“There’s nothing going on with me. I need to get back to work.”

He went to grab her arm, to stop her from leaving, but she dodged out of his way. A group of co-workers piling into the break room gave her the cover she needed to escape.

On Wednesday, he stared at her throughout the entire mid-morning departmental meeting, a hurt look in his eyes. To avoid his gaze, she focussed her attention on his hand, noticing the faint redness over the knuckles, as if he’d banged his fist against something. She became mesmerised by the movement of the pen he was twirling, around and around. He always had so much restless energy, constantly fidgeting, never sitting still for long. He must have been a nightmare as a small child, but an adorable one no doubt. How did May ever cope-

“Earth to Jane!”

She jerked her head up. Jimmy was staring at her. Everyone was starting at her, and she realised she’d zoned out.

“Do you have the data on the NTRK-mutated samples?”

“Um, not yet,” she replied, sinking into her chair. “I need another week.”

The meeting resumed and she dared a look at Peter. His eyes were narrowed as he watched her, as if trying to figure her out.

She left work early that day.

Thursday -  today - he trapped her in the elevator. He must have been planning it, because he didn’t hesitate to hit the emergency stop button the moment the car started moving.

“Peter!” She tried to get past him to release the button, but he wouldn’t budge.

“No, Jane, I’m sorry, but we are going to stay in here until you talk to me.”

“There’s nothing to talk about!”

“Yes, there is! You know there is! Otherwise you wouldn’t be avoiding me.”

“I’m not avoiding you, I’m just busy. I have to submit that manuscript, and get the-“

“Stop lying to me. Please.”

The broken plea stopped her. She looked up at him, seeing the defeated look in his eyes.

And the black eye.

She gasped. “What happened to your face?” Without conscious thought, one hand came up to gently caress the bruised area, her fingers gliding softly over his skin. Her other hand landed on his chest, the movement bringing them closer together.

He sighed and closed his eyes, tipping his forehead forward to rest against hers. His arms snaked around her waist and he just…held her.

They stayed that way for a long moment. His warmth and scent enveloped her and she wanted to burrow into him and stay safe forever.

Unfortunately, the serenity of the moment was shattered by the squawk of the intercom. “Folks, we’ll get you moving again soon, just hang in there.”

She sprung out of his arms, stepped behind him and released the emergency button. The elevator jolted into action.

“Jane,” he whispered from behind her.

She was saved from answering when the elevator arrived at her floor. She bolted out the doors, not daring to look at him.

“You’re always busy,” Mel whined, bringing her back to the present. “When are you coming home to visit? It’s been too long.”

“I know, Melly. Soon,” she promised.

“It better be soon,” Mel responded, something…off...in her voice.

“What do you mean?”

“Just…”

“Melissent, what is it?” she asked, fear suddenly clenching her gut.

“The doctors say I’m deteriorating faster than expected. The symptoms are piling up…so I just think it  would be better if you came home sooner rather than later. While I still know who you are.” The last bit was said as a joke, but there was an undercurrent of truth to Mel’s fears.

Because that’s where this was heading. Mel, unable to remember anyone; unable to walk or talk or care for herself. Slowly dying, locked inside her own body.

No.

She was NOT gonna let that happen.

She needed to get the cure and save her sister.

She’d wasted enough time procrastinating and being distracted by brown-eyed boys.

She knew where the serum was located and how to get to it. Her plan to steal it was sound, Allard was out of the country for a few days, the guards were gone…the timing was right.

Tomorrow night, she would end this thing.

———

Peter checked the display on his phone. 7:46pm.

Jane still wasn’t home.

He crouched on the rooftop across from her apartment, his Spider-man mask clenched in his hand. He glared at her dark window, wondering where the hell she was.

What she was doing.

Was she ok?

Why was she avoiding him?

He’d tried everything to get her to talk to him this past week, to tell him what was going on with her.  But she was back to being cold, distant Jane. The friend that he’d found on the rooftop was gone. The…possibly more-than-a-friend who’d turned up to May’s house last weekend felt like a figment of his imagination.

He was worried that he was going crazy. First Jen, then Jane. Did he keep reading more into these encounters than there really was? Was he so desperate for companionship that he was inventing connections where there were none? Were they nothing more than one-sided obsessions?

He cursed and shoved his mask back on.

Enough.

He needed a distraction. The same one he’d employed every night this week - patrolling the city and finding low life thugs and criminals to beat up.

So what if it wasn’t a healthy outlet?

It was the only one he had.

With one last look at her apartment building, he launched into the air.

———

She wiped at the blood dripping from her nose, and watched the stranger in the mirror do the same.

The green eyes were a little too green, standing out sharply against the pitch black of her new pixie cut. But she didn't want to waste energy taming them down. She needed to preserve her power. Healing herself was a passive process; it happened without conscious thought. Altering her appearance, on the other hand, took effort and concentration. And if often took a toll.

Hence the nosebleed.

She peered closer at the face in the mirror, noting how the subtle altering of the bone structure underlying her cheeks and chin had worked to create yet another version of her.

She narrowed her eyes in hatred of the new visage. Every time she changed her appearance, every time she took on a new identity, she felt like she was losing the core of who she was. She just wanted to be herself again. The girl from a few years ago. The one who had dreams and ambitions and friends.

And self-respect.

She sighed and closed her eyes. Took a deep breath, and tried to push down all the bitterness and resentment that was swarming inside her.

"This is for Mel," she whispered to herself. A mantra she deployed when she needed the strength to keep going.

"This is for Mel," she repeated more forcefully, opening her eyes to meet her new reflection.

Her new identity.

The Thief.

She silently pulled the bathroom door closed and re-entered the dimly lit lab, mentally checking off the steps in her plan.

Step 1: Pretend to leave the building

Check. Her exit should have been registered four hours ago when John, her absent-minded colleague, passed through security with Jane's access pass in his bag.

Step 2: Hide in the bathroom until everyone else left.

Check. The benefits of being the only female lab geek meant she had sole use of the ladies restroom and there was little risk in someone finding her.

Step 3: Get changed.

Check, she thought, in more ways than one, remembering the site of her new face and hair in the mirror. For her clothes, she'd removed the loose dress she'd been wearing earlier that day to reveal the skin tight black catsuit underneath. Her heavy boots had been replaced by thin-soled flats, and she had covered the top half of her face with a black leather mask. Even though she was unrecognisable as a GenTech employee, she didn’t want to burn this identity too quickly in case she ever needed it again.

Step 4: Access the hidden lab without being spotted by the surveillance cameras.

'Easy,' she thought, going over the the route in her head one last time.  

She could do this.

She could totally do this.

Unfortunately, a certain friendly neighbourhood spider-man had other ideas.

———

Peter crouched down to rummage through the drawers of his office desk, cursing under his breath as he searched for his spare set of web canisters. He'd brought them to work on his first day on the off-chance he'd find an opportunity to play around with them in the R&D lab on the 4th floor. He'd had an idea to boost the capacity, but he didn't have access to the necessary hardware at home.

He'd never found the opportunity - the place being too heavily surveilled - and he'd all but forgotten about them, until he’d run out of webs tonight.  Luckily he’d only been trying to lasso a joy riding car jacker and not swinging across the Brooklyn Bridge when his shooters suddenly went dry.

That…could have been bad.

He hadn’t misjudged his web levels for years.

And he’d never managed to run out of spares, but that’s what he discovered on his trip back to his apartment - his stash was all used up.

It was a major sign that he needed to stop thinking about Jane, and get his head properly back in the Spider-man game.

Shoving some 'Peter clothes' over his suit, he’d grabbed his access pass, then headed to work. It was Friday night, and he couldn't afford to be without his webs all weekend.

Shifting a pile of data printouts, he eventually located the small cartridges, hidden inside an old lunchbox. “Finally,” he grumbled to himself.

Just as he was about to stand up, he caught a flash of movement out of the corner of his eye. Maintaining his hidden position behind his desk, he watched as a figure in black stalked passed the cubicles to the stairwell by the elevator bank. She - and it was definitely a she, that suit left little to the imagination - took one furtive look down the dark corridor to her left, then pushed open the door.

Well, what do we have here?

Maybe he wouldn’t have to look too far for his next criminal.

Peter ran to the elevators and pressed the down button, bouncing on the soles of his feet as he waited. Once on the ground floor, he fumbled with his access pass in his rush to get through the security gates and log 'Peter' out of the building. Outside he shed his clothes, inserted the canisters into his shooters and launched a web up the side of the glass facade.

It didn't take him long to spot the masked figure.  

She was moving quickly through the near pitch-black office space of the 6th floor, dodging the desks and chairs in front of her with ease. Either she knew the place like the back of her hand, or she could see in the dark.

Both possibilities intrigued him.

Who was she?

And what did she want?

———

She wanted to get out of there as soon as possible.

She wasn't built for this type of subterfuge. Her heart was pounding with nerves, and she could feel a bead of sweat running down her spine.  

'Just a little longer,' she chanted to herself as she made her way to Allard's office, adjusting the light receptors in her eyes even further to help her navigate the dark room.

Finally reaching his door she crouched in front of the lock and took a deep breath, making a conscious effort to suppress her adrenaline levels. Within seconds she could feel her heart slowing, and the subtle shake in her hands subsided. This allowed her to concentrate on the fiddly task of picking the complicated lock, a skill she'd been practicing with the help of YouTube.  

She enhanced her hearing to better gauge the tumblers and when she head them fall into place she eased the handle open and slipped into the office. She made a beeline for the bookcase, which concealed the elevator down to the secret lab.

She took another deep breath.

It all came down to this.

Almost a year spent away from her sister.

So many lies, and so much deceit.

The double-life. No, the triple and quadruple-life!

A year spent in Allard's shadow - watching, searching, waiting for the right opportunity. Putting up with his smiles and his little touches, all the while seething inside knowing the monster he really was.

Doing anything and everything possible to locate X-4175.

And it was just behind this bookcase.

"You know, if you wanted to borrow a book, there are these things called libraries." Startled, she spun around to see a tall, lean figure dressed in blue and red leaning against the open doorway, his arms crossed over his chest. "Lot easier to get access to than this place. The penalties aren't as steep either," he continued.

Spider-man?

Spider-man was was here?

How?!

"Ah, so you're one of those strong and silent criminals," he nodded, pushing himself off the door jamb and entering the room. "No monologuing, no boasting, no feigning a misunderstanding. I dig it. Makes a nice change. Still gonna have to hand you over to those cops though." He gestured out the window and she could hear the sounds of sirens in the distance.

No! How could he be ruining this?!

Spider-man crush rescinded.

Spider-man crush completely rescinded!!

She frantically weighed her options as he edged around the room, keeping the large oak desk between them.

She couldn't fight him. Even if she knew how, he was stronger than she'd ever be. The most she could do with her abilities was increase her muscle and bone density, but that would only make her as powerful as the average man.

She wasn't even sure she could outrun him, not when he could shoot webs and crawl on walls.

She was outmatched.

Maybe she could reason with him? Try to convince him that the generous, avuncular and beloved Professor Allard, the guy the media claimed would cure cancer, was in reality a villainous murderer conducting illegal experiments.

Yeah, that wasn't likely to happen in the few minutes it would take for the police to arrive.  

So, hiding it was.

She bolted through the door and ran into the office area. She just needed a brief head start.

"Hey!" he whined from behind her, "You didn't say ready, set, go!"

Her enhanced hearing detected the 'thwip' of a web releasing, giving her a nanosecond to dive out of its way.

She rolled back to her feet, not daring to look behind her to check how close he was. She didn't know how well he could see in the dark, and hoped the desks and chairs she was nimbly skirting around were slowing him down.

She skidded into the corridor and barrelled through the entryway to the stairs, flying down them to reach the next level. She forced open the door to floor 5, stepped behind it and plastered herself into the corner where the open door met the wall.

Then, she initiated what she liked to call 'stealth mode.'

She chilled her body temperature, darkened her skin and hair to match the blackness around her, locked her muscles in place and stopped her breathing. She became a statue, no signs of life at all.

She could only survive like this for a minute at the most, but it would have to be enough time.

It had to!

A second later, Spider-man swung through door. She closed her eyes. She heard his feet pound passed her and felt the whoosh of air as he sped down the corridor away from her, chasing a phantom.

She waited. And waited a little more, just in case. The knife-like headache from overusing her abilities was becoming unbearable, the lack of oxygen to her brain was threatening unconsciousness.

She dropped her camouflage, opened her eyes, and took a deep breath.  

Spider-man stood right in front of her.

She jumped, and let out a very uncool squeak.

"That's a neat trick," he said, watching her closely, his head cocked to one side. "I have one too. I call it my Spidey-sense. Some like to refer to it as a 'tingle', but I think that lacks a bit of masculine flair."

She could hear the police cars pulling up to the building now.

It was over.

Nothing left to do but beg for help.

"Please-" she started, lifting her hands towards him in supplication. But he mistook that as a threat, and fired webs at both wrists, pinning her left arm to the wall and the right to the door she was wedged against. The force of the impact from the close range projectile felt immense, her right forearm colliding awkwardly against the metal emergency bar on the door.

She felt her skin tear...and a bone crack.  

A pained cry escaped her lips and tears sprang to her eyes.  

Spider-man swore and immediately jumped forward, tearing at the webbing holding her captive.  As he bent over her damaged arm, the back of his mask slipped ever so slightly away from the rest of his suit, exposing a tiny strip of tanned skin at his neck.

She had only one offensive weapon in her arsenal, but it needed skin-on-skin contact to work. She'd never even thought to use it on him - every inch of his skin was usually covered. But that little gap in his armour was her salvation.

She quickly super-charged the particles covering the surface of her body, hooked one of her legs around his waist to hold him in place, and brought her lips down on that patch of vulnerable skin. The enormous static electricity charge she'd built up went through him like volts from a taser. He stiffened, tearing away from her as he fell to the floor, limp and unconscious.

She wrenched her hands free of the webbing, her arm already starting to heal, and ran away from the fallen hero.

She skidded around the corner and ducked into the supply closet on her left. She clambered up the shelving and opened the grate in the ceiling. She carefully climbed inside the vent, lay down along its length and re-secured the covering. Just as she did, she heard the shouts from the police as they discovered the collapsed form of Spider-man.

She dropped her head down to rest against the cool metal beneath her and choked back a sob.

She'd failed.

Her plan had been perfect.

Even her backup plans had been perfect!

She'd studied the blue prints for the building and determined all the exit points and hiding spots in case something went wrong. Built contingencies upon contingencies.

But she'd never actually thought she'd need them.

She thought she'd be able to do it.

She just never factored in Spider-man.

Fucking Spider-man.

CHAPTER 7

[twoidiotwriters1]

Iron 1 (Peter Parker x F!Oc)

Summary: Tony Stark has a daughter and he has no idea what to do.

A/N:  I am very excited that this story finally see the light! Hope you like it too

 -Val

Words: 2,915

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Chapter 2

2008

An ordinary day for billionaire Tony Stark is interrupted by the doorbell of his huge house. With a glass of whiskey in his hand, he reaches the door, opens it ready to kick out who has interrupted his time alone. He frowns when he sees no one.

“J.A.R.V.I.S?" He asks towards his smart system.

"Mr. Stark?"

“How long has the doorbell been unused?" He says while closing the door.

"Hey!" says a high-pitched voice. Confused, he opens the door again. He looks down to find a girl of at least six years old: black hair, brown eyes, white and covered with freckles. Next to her there’s a blue suitcase.

"I don't want your cookies, who let you in?" He says with a frown, he's supposed to pay thousands of dollars to have security and privacy in his home.

“I don't have cookies,” replies the little girl. "And the man dressed as a policeman let me in,” She points back.

The man grimaces.

"Then what do you want?" The girl searches through the pockets of her jeans and takes out a piece of paper. She walks over and hands it to him.

"My mother told me to give this to the taxi man to bring me, then she told me to give it to the owner of the house," she explains.

Tony takes the paper and begins to read it.

"This must be a joke…”

***

"Tony, you should calm down" says Rhodey from the other side of the call.

"How do you want me to calm down?" He screams. "There's a damn girl in my house and I can't get her out!” He says as he walks to the living room, where the little girl is.

“Okay, this has happened to you before, buddy. Any woman can say that her child is yours. It's nothing they haven't tried before.”

Tony analyzes the words of his friend and relaxes. He’s right, it’s not the first time it happens.

"Yes, yes, okay" He wipes the sweat from his forehead.

"What does the note say? " Tony reopens the paper the girl had given him and reads the writing.

“This girl is the most precious thing to me. But I can't take care of her, she needs the best in life. That’s why she needs her father. Anthony Edward Stark is her father.”

"And that's it?" asks Rhodes.

“Yes. There’s usually a huge letter telling me where we met, when we had sex and how the child looks like me. But not this time,” He explains as he looks at the girl. She looks around her as she rocks her legs back and forth on the chair.

"It's quite strange, I won't lie to you…”

"Why do you think I panicked?"

"My mom’s prettier than this woman," says the little girl, drawing Tony's attention.

"It's her? Is she still there?" Rhodes asks.

"I'll call you later,” He hangs and walks up to the girl.

"And this one’s ugly too, why is she only wearing underwear?" Tony quickly takes away the Playboy magazine.

"Don't touch anything," He said, tossing the magazine away.

"Where will I sleep?" asks the little girl as she grabs her backpack.

"Not here,” answered Tony, but the girl ignored him. The man clears his throat. "Let's try it again. Where's your mom?"

"I don’t know. Surely with the man with pretty eyes,” she shrugged. Tony grunts in response.

His awkward conversation is interrupted by the doorbell. Tony runs to the door without letting Jarvis announce the visit. He returns together with a tall, red-haired woman.

Pepper Potts, his secretary.

"What is the emergency, Mr. Stark?" She rushed into the room and stopped when saw the girl.

"I think you can see it perfectly, Miss Potts,” answers Tony pointing to the girl. Pepper is speechless for a few seconds without understanding.

"Is it a relative?" She asks unsure.

"No, it isn’t," Tony growls. "I have a big problem and I need your help.”

"To what specifically, Sir?"

"Get information, find her mother and get rid of her,” he orders coldly.

“Tony," the redhead clears her throat. "Sir, I don't think it's appropriate to get rid of a girl.”

"If it were up to me, I would be, but I know that both you and Rhodey would give me the lecture of my life, that's why I didn’t do it, now do your job,” The man walks away while dialing his phone.

Pepper turns her eyes to the girl. She smiles sweetly at and sits next to her.

“Hello," she greets tenderly.

“You're pretty and you don't need to be in your underwear,” informs the little girl. Pepper starts to get worried.

"Do you usually see women in their underwear?"

The girl laughs.

“No, the magazine that was here has a lot of pictures of women,” The redhead sighs and makes a mental note to throw away all those magazines.

“Good," she makes herself comfortable on the couch. "My name is Pepper Potts, could you tell me yours?"

"It's a weird name,” says the girl making Pepper laugh. "I'm Lily, like the flower,” She smiles.

"Do you know your last name?" Lily shakes her head. "Why are you here?"

"My mother said that I should be with my father, she gave me money and put all my clothes in a suitcase and my backpack, she also gave me a letter and a note for the taxi driver.”

"A letter? Can I read it?"

"I'm sorry, but my mom said I should give it to my dad once I live with him,” the girl looks everywhere making sure the tall man is not there. She beckons for Pepper to come closer. The woman obeys. "Do you think the tall man is my father?”

They both look to where Tony is talking on the phone.

"I don't know, darling,” She answers. The little girl winces: She brings her lips together and moves them to one side.

Pepper has seen that expression before.

In Tony.

***

The hours passed. Pepper and Lily talked to find more information.

"And well?" Tony asks when Pepper gets up from the couch.

The woman puts her hands together and looks nervous at her boss. She takes him by the shoulder and forces him to walk away from the girl.

"Do you want me to tell you what I think or be more realistic?" Tony analyzes his options.

"Realistic.”

She sighs.

“We can’t be sure it’s your daughter, we must get a DNA test. And from what I could get, her mother practically abandoned her.”

“Do you really think the test is necessary? It's not the first time you've interviewed a child, Pepper,” says Tony, ignoring the last part.

"That has to do a bit with what I think, Sir.”

“Okay, spit it out.”

“You're right, it's not the first time this has happened to us, but I think there may be a possibility. The other children knew what they had to say: ‘Tony Stark is my father, I swear’…”

"But not her,” continues Tony tensing.

"But not her," Pepper repeats, nodding, "Lily only knows that she must find her father, she doesn't know who Tony Stark is."

"Lily?" He asks raising an eyebrow.

"That's what her name is.”

Tony nods looking at the ground “Like a flower” he mumbles, shaking his head. Pepper nods remembering the same words from the girl. He growls again and hides his face in his hands.

"Sir, I think it’s necessary that you let the girl stay."

Tony removes his hands and sees the woman.

"No way, I don't have time to raise a girl."

All hope in Pepper is gone. She would be lying if she said that she did not imagine the happy girl in the arms of her boss. A silly image.

“You’re right, sir. But I think that for one night she can stay here, tomorrow morning I’ll come and we’ll solve it for real.”

He nods.

Pepper regains her posture and walks back to the living room, where little Lily rubs her eyes wearily. The girl sees the woman and smiles.

"I must go, Lily, but I'll be back early tomorrow."

"Bye, Pepper…” She says.

Walking towards the door, Tony stops her.

"Why doesn't she stay at your house?"

Pepper grits her teeth. She knows she can't insult his boss if she wants to keep his job.

“I'm sorry, sir, but I have too much work to do. I don't have time to take care of her,” She says, emphasizing her last words.

She doesn't let Tony answer, she closes the door on his face. He grunts and walks into the kitchen, it's late. This whole thing has exhausted him. He opens the cabinets, takes out a plate, then takes out what he needs to make his dinner.

"You know how to cook?" the voice frightens him, he turns to meet the girl. She looks at him curiously. The man ignores the question and goes about his business.

A squeak sounds and Tony knows it's one of the chairs in front of the kitchen table being dragged. He snorts and turns as he leaves his dinner heating up.

He raises his eyebrows at the sight of the girl finally sitting with her arms resting on the table. She notices that the man is looking at her and raises her thin eyebrows imitating him.

Tony walks over and leans on the table.

“What's your name?" the girl asks.

"You came to my house and you don't even know my name?" He scoffs.

“I've been here for several hours and you still haven't introduced yourself? That's not polite,” Tony’s surprised at the answer. Smart girl, he thinks.

Some of the kids put together tech things to prove they were their kids, several pretended, not really caring about doing something clever.

This girl doesn't even go out of her way to prove something to him.

“I'm Tony.”

“I'm Lily.”

The girl makes a face. "It smells weird,” she complains, making the adult react, remembering his dinner.

***

During the night, Tony takes the time to analyze the letter and all that it would entail. One thing was true: the girl's appearance reminds him of a woman he once knew and can identify the photo of her in the letter. He doesn't remember her name or how he met her, but he doesn't think that matters now. True fear haunts him, but he refuses to admit it. He replaces it with another problem that haunts his head: He knows that the woman has no intention of coming back for the girl.

The only thing that his clouded mind could think of as a momentary solution was to send the girl to sleep in the guest room.

The girl did not reply, the journey had been long and she just wanted to sleep. She took her things and followed the strange man's lead. She barely touched the soft pillow when she fell asleep.

The next day, Tony is the first to get up. He walks through his house, somewhat groggy from last night, completely forgetting about the new inhabitant of the house.

He comes to the kitchen and begins his usual routine. While he prepares his breakfast, the girl wakes up, she looks around her, remembering everything. She sighs not knowing what else to do. Only until the smell of bacon distracts her does her stomach growl. She gets out of bed, puts on her shoes and walks following the scent.

She expects to see the owner of the huge house, but she frowns when she does not find him. The girl looks for him, but once again, the scent distracts her.

Everything in that kitchen was out of reach, she can only see that the stove is already off. She makes a face thinking that the man had only done something for him.

She sighs and starts looking everywhere for simple food within reach.

The doorbell rings and Tony rises from the couch, leaving his finished breakfast on the table. He walks to the door without even noticing the girl rummaging in his refrigerator.

"Colonel Rhodey Rhodes, sir," announces J.A.R.V.I.S.

Tony frowns, but the memories of him come like a whirlwind. He groans, he rests his forehead on the door. He sighs, sits up and opens it

"Rhodey your punctuality always saves lives, buddy,” says Tony putting a hand on his chest.

"I can't miss this," He enters.

Tony guides Rhodes into the guest room, but hearing noises in the kitchen, they change course.

Rhodey smiles at the sight of a girl on top of a high chair, reaching toward the open kitchen cabinets for a box of cereal.

“She's skilled," Rhodes whispers.

"Dangerous, you mean dangerous,” says Tony entering the kitchen. "What do you think you're doing?"

She hadn't heard the two men enter. Tony's voice takes her by surprise just when she had managed to grab the box of cereal. Her body falters and she loses her balance. The box slips, the chair wobbles, and the girl falls.

Lily complains rubbing her back, she also feels pain in her butt and itching in her arms as she falls into the now-shattered cereal.

Rhodes quickly runs towards her to help her, but stops right in front of her. He winces at the sight of her brushing off the cereal pieces with tears running down her soft cheeks.

"She's clumsy too," says Tony, leaning on the door frame.

"Shut your mouth, Tony,” Rhodey gets on his knees and she moves away as far as she can. "Easy, I won't hurt you,” That doesn't seem to convince her.

The girl bites her lower lip, she looks up at Tony, waiting for some sign. She may not have been with him long, but she has been here long enough to at least ask him if the new man is trustworthy.

Stark scowls at her, sighs, rolls his eyes understanding her concern and nods. Rhodes watches the interaction and raises an eyebrow. He at least knows that his friend hasn't done anything stupid.

"My name is James Rhodes, but you can call me Rhodey,” He smiles. "I'm a friend of Tony.”

"Only I can call you that," says Tony.

"One child at a time, please,” he scolds causing Lily to laugh. Rhodey takes it as a good sign. “Okay, let's let Tony clean the kitchen. Come, I can heal you.”

She nods and gets up. After a few steps, the girl complains of pain and Rhodes stops.

"Can I carry you?" She accepts, her pain was worse when she walks.

He picks up the girl, walks into the bathroom and sits her on the cabinet next to the sink.

"Why do I clean? She was the one who threw it all away!” shouts Tony from the kitchen. Rhodes rolls his eyes as he searches for the medicine cabinet.

"She was doing an excellent job, you scared her, so it's your fault," Rhodes replies bluntly.

He closes the bathroom door and prepares everything to heal the girl.

“What's your name?" Rhodes asks.

“Lily," She answers softly. "Like the flower.”

Rhodey can't help but smile.

"It's a pretty name.”

"Thank you.”

"Well, this will hurt a bit," He puts a liquid on a cotton ball.

“It's not true. It only burns for a few seconds,” explains Lily.

"Have you been cured before?"

“Yes, I get hurt very often. Mom says it's because I'm so restless,” She shrugs as Rhodey runs the cotton over her wounds.

"Have you gotten into trouble?"

"Sometimes, but I can't help it,” Rhodey smiles again remembering a certain person with that same ability. "My mom also uses that to for the burns," She informs. Rhodes raises his eyebrows.

"Burns? Where does that come from?" The girl shrugs.

“I don't know, sometimes she just touches my arm kills it quickly. She then heals me. She’s never told me why does that happen.”

***

"Do you like pancakes, Lily?" says Rhodes entering the kitchen, now clean. Lily walks beside him and smiles.

"Yes!" Tony grunts. He rests his arms on the counter.

"Pancakes for the lady.”

The girl sits in a high chair next to Tony. She watches him as she plays with her hands.

"Sorry about the cereal, Tony," She whispers.

"Yes, whatever," He answers and returns his gaze to his friend. Rhodes shakes his head at the answer.

Rhodey makes breakfast for the little girl, and when everything’s ready, the three of them gather in comfortable silence. Rhodes sits across from her while he drinks coffee.

Both adults couldn't take their eyes off the girl.

"Do I have something on my face?" Lily asks.

"When will your mom come for you?" Tony blurts out.

“Dunno,” She shrugs.

"Do you think she's coming for you?"

She shrugs again.

“Dunno."

"Is there something you do know?"

“You're a mean man,” She answers. Rhodes doesn't bother to hide his booming laugh.

Tony’s ready to reply, but before he can say anything, the bell rings again. J.A.R.V.I.S announces it, scaring the little girl. While Rhodes explains how it works, Tony greets her assistant and guides her into the kitchen.

"Hello, Pepper!” greets Lily with a smile, which is reciprocated by the redhead.

"Hi, did you sleep well?"

"As a baby, I never had such a soft mattress,” reports the girl.

"Can we get rid of her now?" Tony complains.

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my requests are: open/closed

i will write:

headcanons, blurbs, drabbles, sometimes imagines.

i will not write:

incest, smut, and pedophilia. other things may come up as i begin taking requests.

when requesting, please:

tell me if you want x reader or oc.

tell me if you want the reader to be gn, fem or male

clearly state the character, as i write for different fandoms and some characters do have the same first name and i don't want to be confused by which character you want me to write for.

characters i take requests for:

from mcu:

peter parker

tony stark

bucky barnes

natasha romanoff

sam wilson

from dc animated movies/shows:

i will list the specific movies/shows for anyone who doesn't know which movies i'm referencing.

dick grayson (young justice, dc animated movies)

roy harper (young justice)

wally west (young justice)

bruce wayne (dc animated movies)

terry mcginnis (batman beyond)

john constantine (dc animated movies)

the movies i'm referencing are at this link

harry potter movies:

harry potter

hermione granger

ron weasley

draco malfoy

oliver wood

sirius black

percy jackson/heroes of olympus:

percy jackson

annabeth chase

jason grace

piper mclean

leo valdez

hazel levesque

frank zhang

reyna ramirez-arellano

note:

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[secret-ssociety]

Let me down pt.3

Pairing(s): Peter Parker x Reader (platonically), Reader x oc

Warnings: I mean, in my eyes this is pure fluff, but who knows if it will hurt you

Summary: Peter and May have dinner with Y/N’s family, prompting a lot of questions to get an answer.

A/N: oKAY, I know that what happened wasn’t exactly what you expected and and it has taken me so long to write this but it's finally here. I want to thank you all, I never meant for this blow up like it did or to even become a series, honestly when I wrote the first part I was just in a really bad mood and I felt like writing something sad and that came out, but then people started to ask for a second part and well the rest is history. So yeah, I actually want to write even more parts to this so let me know if you would like it. Also, I tagged everyone who asked me to write more to this, but let me know if you want to be removed from the taglist

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part one part two

Peter couldn't help but feel like his head was spinning as he walked back home from the metro that night. Claire had sat him down in her bed for almost an hour showing off all of her Avengers stuff. She had a replica of Thor's Mjolnir (and she knew how to pronounce it, which was even more impressing), she had the Spider-Man's Uno she had mentioned (it did make him kind of emotional to see a drawing of him on the package) and she had Iron Man's full suit.

Yeah, he did his best not to cry with the last one.

Even if she hadn’t ran up to you screaming ‘mommy’, he would’ve known that she was your daughter. Claire had your hair, your eyes, your nose, even when the rest of her tiny face was more like Mark’s. The corners of her eyes wrinkled the same way yours did when you smiled and she was as energetic as you, she got lost in her own thoughts just like her you used to do.

He had been counting the seconds to be out of your house and be able to break down on the guardianship of his loneliness, but when he found himself walking down the street after dinner... he just didn't.

Peter had gone to school that day being sure that as soon as he saw you, something would be okay, and even if it hadn't gone according to the plan, he hadn't been wrong. Something was okay: you were okay. You had a career, a good job, a loving husband, a perfect daughter, a beautiful family.

You had a great life and, most importantly, you were willing to welcome him in it, so yeah, maybe things were going to be okay.

So when Claire asked him to dinner with them again at the end of the week, and you said you wanted to say hi to May, he just couldn't refuse. That's how he ended up standing in front of your house again, with May by his side this time, holding a cherry pie they had placed and decorated on a plate as if to pretend they hadn't bought it from the grocery store.

As soon as the door opened, Peter handed the dessert to May, because he was prepared for the moment Claire jumped to his arms to greet him. You smiled openly at May, trying to blink away the tears in your eyes at the sight of the woman who had given you a place to call home everytime you felt like your own house was not it.

Both Peter and Mark noticed how you tried to keep your composure when her arms wrapped you in a warm embrace.

"Sorry, I'm a mess," you muttered in apology, trying to wipe your eyes without messing up your mascara.

"You look beautiful," May corrected, making your eyes wet all over again. "It smells amazing," she said suddenly, changing the subject to give you a chance to calm down, "what are you cooking?"

"Oh, I'm not cooking," you clarified rushing them inside, Peter still carrying the little girl in his arms, "Mark is. I somehow manage to burn the water."

"You could always make PB and jelly sandwiches," Peter said with an amused smile, earning a fond laugh from your lips, as if you shared an inside joke.

Only when Mark received the pie from May's hands did Peter notice that he was wearing a purple apron over his white unbuttoned shirt, and he couldn't help the sting in his heart at how perfect he was. He kindly apologized at the fact that the meat still needed a few more minutes on the oven, because he had been held back a little longer than expected at the office.

"What's that smell?" You asked, frowning.

"Daddy, the aspargaroos!" Claire exclaimed instantly, clearly unaware of how to pronounce asparagus, as she wiggled to let Peter know she wanted to be back on the ground. The tiny human ran behind her father into the kitchen, ready to do the damage control.

You decided to grab a bottle of white wine (and another Capri Sun for Peter) while her husband and daughter tried to resolve the asparagus crisis. He tried to pay attention to the conversation the two women in front of him were maintaining, but it was like they were talking in some foreign, alien, grown up language he couldn't understand.

This time, you took a little longer to finish your glass of wine than the last bottle you had opened, which had been a week ago when Peter had showed up in your doorstep. You were trying your best to hide your excitement talking to May, but you couldn't help the profound feeling of pride that took over your chest when you saw her eyes glimmer with amazement as they explored around the living room, where the pictures and prices of all of your family's accomplishments were displayed.

Peter was the first to notice Mark come out of the kitchen with a sheepish smile, "alright, so, the asparagus isn't salvageable, er, how do you feel about KFC salad?"

That's how they found themselves sitting at the round dinner table eating steak with a mushroom sauce Claired had been the one to think about, roasted potatoes and KFC salad, because apparently the always ordered some extra salad on their takeaways and stuffed them in the fridge.

"So..." May started, eyeing the young couple nervously. "There is so much to talk about. How... you... well..."

"How did I end married and with a kid at twenty three?" You finished for her, saving a sigh to yourself although you felt your husband tense a little beside you. The more you two heard that question, the more annoying it got, even when you knew May didn't mean to offend you.

Of course you knew you were young, and that many people your age couldn't handle such commitments, you didn't need people telling you that constantly. You had heard the same discourse from teachers, employers, even neighbors you had never talked to, it quickly got old and you tried not to become aggressive everytime you heard it.

Mark and you had a happy, healthy marriage, with a wonderful daughter that had brought light into a world as dark as yours was since the blip. You had good jobs that allowed you to have a stable economy and also take care of your family. You were happy, what else mattered? If you wanted opinions or needed help, you would certainly ask for it.

You never once had.

Still, you responded kindly, "well, we met in college, Princeton," you mentioned, earning two proud looks from your guests. "We were in different programs, so we met specifically through a praying group."

"That had never really been my thing," Mark picked up, "praying and all that God related talk bored me, but most of family and friends had been blipped... I was lonely. So I thought maybe I should give it a try."

"I honestly thought he had gone for the food, because when the meeting was over he looked like he hadn't understood a single word."

"Because I hadn't."

"A friend and I decided to come and talk to him, but after she left we hung out a little longer," you tried to hide the cheesy smile that took over your lips, but you looked over at Mark, who hasn't trying to hid his, and couldn't. "I don't know how to explain it, something about that moment just felt" you shrugged shyly "right."

The memories of you staying on the library, hiding behind the stacks of books so that no one would notice you trying to stay inside after it closed and talking the whole night long never failed to raise goosebumps along your skin. He would offer to read for you when your eyes got tired of working with the dim light that entered through the window, even when he was a law major and didn't understand a single word on the neuroscience and robotic books you were always studying.

It was soon after getting to know him, you just knew Mark had been made for you. There was something in the way you could see in his eyes that crowds freaked him out and that he tried not to cry after talking to his mom in the phone, something in the way he understood your whimpers in the days where anything above a mutter was just too much, that you knew this awkwardly tall curious guy was meant to cross your path.

"Things moved pretty fast after that," you continued, hoping you hadn't zoomed out for too long, "like 'we got married eight months after' fast."

May did her best to hide her surprise, while Peter choked on the salad. Was listening to your loving tone as you told the story easy? No, not at all. He wanted to throw up. Peter was still hopelessly in love with you, even when you were now five years older, even when you had a husband and a child, even when it was ridiculous and impossible, because for him it hadn't been years, it just had been months.

"Claire came soon after that," Mark concluded after pouring some more juice on Peter's glass and asking him if he was okay. "And all of this happened throughout college?"

"We had a really good support system," he nodded, smiling down at Claire, who had made a mess over her chicken sandwich. "A really good amount of friends willing to babysit whenever we had to work, understanding teachers who let us bring Claire to our lectures. My mom and Y/N's parents were also a great help."

"We were both on scholarships that gave us some allowances to support ourselves each month, too," you added. "It wasn't much, but it helped."

"And what are you working on now?" May switched to a conversation that would probably be easier on her nephew.

"Well, Mark is an associate on a buffet in Manhattan," you said grabbing your husband's hand. "What's your approach?" Peter asked, somewhat genuinely curious.

"Environmental law," he replied proudly.

"And I-"

"Mommy builds robot limbs!" Claire exclaimed excitedly, prompting a laugh on the others.

"Before I graduated, I got a job as lab assistant on a research for neuro prosthetics," you explained, "and after graduating, they hired me as researcher. Basically what we're trying to do is to create a non-invasive implant we can connect to the brain and spinal cord that controls robotic prosthetics for people who have lost limbs or return movement to paralyzed body sections."

Peter's skin prickled at the description of the research, for it was one he had known before it all went crumbling down. A memory flashed through his eyes, Tony helping his friend walk after he had been injured in Germany, on his first mission.

"That's..."

"A Stark Industries' research, yes," you nodded solemnly.

"Y/N told me you had an internship with Tony Stark before... it all happened," Mark commented carefully. Peter's head practically snapped in his direction, then, more subtly, in yours. You shook head slightly, almost imperceptibly, but clearly enough to let Peter know you hadn't told his secret.

"You met Tony Stark?" Claire asked him with a bright light in her eyes, one that Peter had seen thousands of times on other kids that, very much like himself, dreamt every night of robots and technologies that could change the world.

"Yes."

"How was he?"

Peter thought for a few seconds about his answer. What was Tony Stark? He was charming, sure, but he wasn't exactly friendly. He was a genius, yet he had never let that cloud his judgement. He had trouble expressing himself, but he always made sure the people around knew how much they meant to him. Suddenly Peter understood why Shakespeare was always making up words, there were just some things, some people, the english language wasn't extensive enough to describe, so he said the best he could come up with.

"He was the most amazing guy I ever met."

You smiled down at your nearly empty plate, it was impossible to forget how much had mr. Stark meant for Peter. Even when you guys broke up and cut off all communication, you still prayed for him to always be under the wing of his mentor. You couldn’t imagen what it was like for Peter to live in a world where Tony Stark was no longer there to help him walk through life.

Hopefully, you would be able to do that in his absence.

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💫 AU | 🖤 Angst | 💚 Angst With A Happy Ending | 🎄 Christmas | 🐻 Familial | 🌟 Fave | 💛 Fluff | 🎁 Gift | 🎃 Halloween | 💙 Hurt / Comfort | 🏳‍🌈 LGBT+ | 👤 No Reader Insert | 🌼 Platonic | 🌈 Pride | 🎵 Songfic | 💕 Soulmate AU | ❗ Trigger Warning | 💘 Valentine’s Day

Marvel / MCU Masterlist Part 2

MARVEL

Deadpool

Fantastic Four

PS4 Spiderman

Raimi Spiderman

Spiderman: Into The Spiderverse

The Amazing Spiderman

X-Men

MCU

Series

A Place Where I Belong [Steve Rogers x OC] [WIP]

Tony Stark

Gif Imagines

Tony Comforting You When You’re Upset 🎁

Headcanons

Tony Taking Care Of Titan Reader

Prompts

“Stay with me tonight, please”

Peter Parker

Gif Imagines

Comforting Peter After Tony Dies 💙

Telling Him You’re A Lesbian 🌈

Stargazing 💛

Peter Worrying You’ll Get Hurt Because Of Him 💚

Spending Hanukkah With Peter & May 🎄🕎

Drabbles

Loss 🖤

Stress Relief 💙💛

Headcanons

Dating Peter Parker 

Dating Peter Parker Being Tony Stark’s Daughter 

Peter Parker In Relationships 

Peter Parker’s Weird Animals Lover S/O 

Spidey Saving You 

Peter/Liz Love Triangle 

Peter Parker’s Nurse S/O 

Peter’s Bubbly S/O 

Peter’s S/O In Infinity War 💕🖤

Crushing on Peter Parker/Spiderman 

Spending Halloween With Peter 🎃

Spending Valentine’s Day With Peter 💘

Prompts

“I brought food”

“That’s my twin sister, you idiot”

“You look so perfect standing there” “Are you quoting a song?”

“Am I cute enough? Can I get a kiss? Please?”

“I wish it didn’t have to be this way…”

“Maybe it would be better if I just dissapeared”

“Sometimes home isn’t four walls, it’s two eyes and a heartbeat”

“I can’t let you go because what if something happened to you?!”

“Don’t roll your eyes at me!”

“I think you make a cute Spiderman… But Iron Man is still the cutest”

“You’re Spiderman? Wait, you’re Spiderman!”

“Are you really taking his side against me?” “Go then, leave! See if I care!”

“It’s you!” 💕

“Not you!” 🖤

“I will never be more than a friend to you, won’t I?”

“We never know what we have until we lose it”

“I miss him so much, Y/N…”

“I’m your Spider-nurse”

Oneshots

So Much For The Genius 💛

Special Like You 💚💛

Spider-Pal 💚💛

Aesthetics

Peter Parker

Steve Rogers

Gif Imagines

Steve Looking After You When You’re Sick 💙

Steve Comforting You About Your Powers

Being An Avenger With Wings & Dating Steve

Teaching Steve How To Use His Phone

Drabbles

Badass And Beautiful

You’re Beautiful 💙💛

Biggest Fan 💛

Headcanons

Dating Steve Rogers

Steve And Videogames 

Steve’s Shy S/O 

Steve’s Caring S/O 

Steve’s Artist S/O 

Steve Crushing On Reader

Hugging Steve

Steve Taking Care Of Your Broken Leg

Prompts

“You got in a fight?! Are you okay?!”

“Let me hold you for a bit longer” “I love your laugh”

“I’ll keep them safe” “And I love you, don’t you know?”

Oneshots

Speak To My Heart 💛

Priority 💙

Aesthetics

Steve Rogers

Thor Odinson

Prompts

“And when the clock struck 12… I was erased from his memory”

Natasha Romanoff

Gif Imagines

Natasha Teaching You Self Defense

Drabbles

Love 

Prompts

“We all know I have a hard time trusting people, but I trust you”

“Kiss me now”

Oneshots

Truth Or Dare 

Clint Barton

Gif Imagines

Cuddling During A Thundersdtorm [Deaf!Clint]

Headcanons

Dating Clint Barton

Prompts

“Guess I should have knocked”

Aesthetics

Clint Barton Hufflepuff 

Bruce Banner

Gif Imagines

Helping Bruce Control The Hulk

Headcanons

Dating Bruce Banner 

Prompts

“Come back to me, I know you’re in there!” 💚

Wanda Maximoff

Gif Imagines

Accidentally Calling Wanda Pretty 

Going On A Date To Theatre With Wanda 💘

Wanda Loving Your Buzzed Hair

Headcanons

Wanda’s Insecure S/O 💙

Aesthetics

Wanda Maximoff 

Bucky Barnes

Ficlets

Steal Your Pain Away 🌟💚

No Hope 💛🖤

Drabbles

Sick Cuddles 💛

Pumpking Carving 🎃

Headcanons

Dating Bucky Barnes

Dating Bucky Barnes Being Tony’s Sibling 

Jealous Bucky 

Prompts

“You still find another way to amaze me, and I love you for it”

“Go back to sleep”

“Stay awake!” “I won’t loose you too” “I need you to wake up”

Aesthetics

Bucky Barnes 

Soft/Morning Bucky

Loki Laufeyson

Gif Imagines

Being Welcomed Into Asgard By Loki 

Coming Out To Loki As Pan & Genderfluid 🌈

Loki Comforting You About Your TVA Job

Headcanons

Loki’s Autistic S/O 

Loki’s Genderfluid S/O 

Loki Falling For Artist Reader 

Prompts

“Need help with that?”

“Shut up, Loki” “Make me”

Aesthetics

Loki Laufeyson 

Stephen Strange

Headcanons

Dating Stephen Strange Being Tony’s Daughter 

Stephen Strange’s Sweet S/O

Stephen Being Vulnerable About Reader

Aesthetics

Stephen Strange 

T’Challa

Headcanons

Dating T’Challa

Prompts

“Y/N, don’t worry. I am alright, I promise”

“I actually feel the same way”

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” “I don’t feel so....” 💙

Peter Quill

Prompts

“I think you’re falling for me”

Maria Hill

Headcanons

Being Maria’s Mutant Child 🐻

Prompts

“I don’t hate you, if anything I hate myself for hurting you”

Michelle Jones

Prompts

“You’re a nerd” “You’re so cute”

Nebula

Prompts

“Can you do that again?” “I thought you didn’t like affection” “I don’t mind it as much from you”

Vision

Gif Imagines

Vision Helping You With Homework

Scott Lang 

Gif Imagines

Scott Showing You His Magic When You’re Sad

Carol Danvers 

Gif Imagines

Reuniting With Carol & Helping Her Get Her Memories Back

Pietro Maximoff

Headcanons

Pietro & Speedster Reader

Prompts

“I think I’ve fallen in love with you“ “You’re blushing”

Sam Wilson

Prompts

“Don’t give me the puppy eyes”

Yelena Belova

Gif Imagines

Comforting Yelena 💙

Being Natasha’s Adoptive Child & Meeting Yelena 💚

Accidentally Confessing To Yelena

Headcanons

Your Life With Yelena After The Red Room

Alexei Shostakov

Gif Imagines

Reuniting With Alexei

Misc

Gif Imagines

Steve Reuniting You With Bucky 

Reuniting With Bucky And Peter 

Sharing Music With Peter & MJ 🎁

Preferences

First I Love You  💛

Dentist Visit 💙

Affectionate Gestures 💛

You’re Badly Injured 🖤💙

Scars 🖤💙

Bad Relationships 🖤💙

Smoking Habits 

Fainting Spells 

They’re Jealous 

Asking You Out  💛

They See Your Scar 

They Cheer You Up 💙

They Walk In On You Changing

They React To Your Pixie Cut

They React To You Not Taking Your Meds

Their S/O With Fire Powers

Headcanons

Bucky And Steve’s Short S/O 

Avengers Hogwarts Houses

Tony Stuck In A Closet 

Avengers Reacting To British Shield Agent

Thor & Loki’s Self-Conscious S/O 

Avengers Reacting To Reader With Anxiety 

Avengers Reacting To Badass Reader 

Reader With Powers Creating Scary Creatures

Prompts

“What did you do?!” “I’m sorry, I panicked!” “So you hit him with a wrench?!”

"Congratulations Tony, you finally have the child prodigy you wanted so much”

Oneshots

Attraction

The Power Of Love [Thor & Loki]

Fics

Cousin Pete [After Endgame] 💛👤

He Was My Son [Infinity War, Irondad] 🖤👤

Dead Or Alive [Endgame] 🖤👤

Father [Endgame] 👤