#am I projecting onto Parker YES AND SO WHAT

[snakeunderyourboot]

We all know aromantic Arthur but what about aromantic Parker

Parker who loves everyone and everything but not the way people want him to.Parker who wants to say “I love you” with no obligation behind those words - just a simple fact.Parker who wants to fall in love but just cant

Parker who has a place for everyone in his heart. Parker who can’t say “I love you” to only one person, he wants to scream it to the whole world. Parker who understands Arthur trouble with love

[serenastark-official]

🖤✨ How to Not Ship People: A PSA from Serena Stark ✨🖤

Alright, Tumblr, we need to talk. Specifically about the very weird habit some of you have of shipping me with literally everyone I’ve ever shared air with—and I mean everyone—from Stephen to Wong to TONY to Peter to Dani to Laurya (like, seriously??).

And no, this isn't a "How to Ship Serena Stark" guide (because apparently, everyone on here thinks they’re qualified to play matchmaker)

Understand the Basics of Platonic Relationships

Not every interaction means romance, folks. Sometimes, people can just...I don’t know...exist in the same room without being soulmates.

For example:

Stephen Strange? My best friend and highly respected mentor. Not my boyfriend. Not my soulmate. Last time I checked, calling someone “Old Man Wizard” every five minutes isn’t exactly romantic. I can’t even get through a conversation without him lecturing me on the multiverse and responsibility. Romance level: zero. Also, he calls me “kid,” so that’s basically “I’m your dad now” territory.

Tony Stark? That’s my dad, y’all. MY DAD. Did we skip basic human decency 101? This isn’t Game of Thrones. Sit down.

Wong? Look, I respect the guy. Love him even (in a totally platonic way). But the man is way too busy dealing with magical disasters to worry about me. Plus, I’m not about to ruin his zen vibe. We’re too busy exchanging takis, not vows.

Peter Parker? Do you people hear yourselves when you type? Peter can’t even win a staring contest with me—how would he handle dating me? As I said already, he's my too-kind-to-be-a-real-kid brother.

Daniella Romanoff? Practically my sister. (Though she could definitely crush me in a fight, I’m not even gonna lie.) She’s got enough trauma to handle, she doesn’t need me adding fuel to the shipping fire.

Laurya? I can practically hear you all— “Oh, they’re so close! It’s so obvious! Sisterly love... or, y’know, whatever!” NO. She is literally my sister in arms, not in love. If she were reading this right now, she’d be laughing so hard, she’d probably throw a shoe at me. So let’s not, okay?

Bruce Banner? Bruce Banner and me? Are you seriously trying to make that work? Listen, I’m all for the science nerds’ club (believe me, I’m practically a founding member), he’s in the “dad” zone with Tony and Stephen. I don’t need a third one of those.

What next? Are you going to ship me with Jeff, the land shark?!

Now that I’ve screamed into the void, here’s your 101 on how NOT to ship people (especially me):

Step 1: Don't Assume Every Glance = Love Story

Just because I looked at someone for more than 2 seconds doesn’t mean I’m secretly planning our wedding. I could be judging them. I could be plotting their demise. Or I could just be zoning out because I’m thinking about pasta. You don’t know.

Step 2: Don’t assume everything is subtext.

Just because I exchange sarcastic banter with someone doesn’t mean I want to kiss them. Sometimes, I’m just being me. (Which, let’s be honest, is fabulous enough without adding romance into the mix.)

You don’t marry everyone you talk to. Shocking, right? Sometimes, people just have good friendships. Not every bond needs a kiss at the end. I know, mind-blowing.

Step 3: Stop Projecting Your Ships Onto Others

I get it, shipping is fun. But hold your horses. Ask yourself:

Is this ship actually plausible, or am I just bored?

Have I considered how weird this might be for the people involved?

Would Serena personally come for me for this? (Hint: Yes.)

If you can’t explain it without sounding like a total creep, then just… don’t. My life isn’t your rom-com script, and I’m not auditioning for a Netflix special.

Step 4: Respect Boundaries

If I say “No,” it’s a no. If I roast the ship in public, it’s definitely a no. Stop trying to make me and Tony a thing. That’s therapy-inducing territory, and I already have enough on my plate.

Me and Stephen = Two sarcastic nerds saving the multiverse.

Me and Peter = Sibling energy with a side of web-based competition.

Me and Tony = Snark battles + family dinners.

Me and Laurya = Sisterhood, no strings attached.

Me and Dani = Chaos and platonic love, no ships allowed.

Me and Wong = Team Sorcery and food buddies. (he has a lot of takis in the Sanctum, if you'd be more responsible about your ship, I'd give you some)

Me and Bruce = Science buddies and, he’s already got enough on his plate with, y’know, the Hulk and being an honorary member of the “dad” squad.

Step 5: Focus On YOUR Ships

If you’re feeling the itch to ship someone, look in the mirror. Find your own love story. Or ship Jeff the Land Shark with world domination; he’s working on it anyway.

Step 6: Put that energy to better use.

Instead of shipping me with everyone I’ve ever breathed near, how about you create fanfic where I absolutely obliterate HYDRA agents in a beautifully dramatic showdown?

In conclusion:

Stop it. Get some help. If you keep shipping me with random people, I’ll find you. And I’ll make you explain yourself to my face. Let’s stop pretending every time I make eye contact with someone, we’re about to enter a rom-com montage. Please, for the love of all things sarcastic and logical, stop.

[starlordcumidk]

New Kind of Love

~chapter 2~

word count: 3.2k

notes: slight ooc, reader wears glasses, this is an AU of TASM!Peter where he is a fraternity brother. reader is portrayed as rude/stand-offish. reader is a tad neurodivergent. playful banter. please read this knowing that i am a newer author and the plot is based on a song.

warnings: not proofread, minor cursing? does that count?

author note: i am not super proud of this chapter but i really am losing my own plot atp

I can't help myself And you don't have to say that

Monday, October 28th, 2024

The weekend was spent debating on if you should or shouldn’t add Peter into your contacts. After a heavy debate, you messaged Delilah, hoping she would have some good advice for you in your time of need. 

you: lillaahhhhhh i need help :(((( Delilah: whats wrong ? you: you know that weird spider guy in the courtyard i was telling you about? Delilah: uhhhhh kinda. why ? you: me and him have to work on a project for my science class together and he wants me to add him into my contacts you: but he's kinda dumb, so i haven’t yet. he even called me ‘trouble’????! you: i don’t think it’s a good idea Delilah: u got a pet name, cute just add him dude idk  you: noted. i’ll input his contact i guess. Delilah: happy to help bb <33 talk soon

You groan and put your phone onto your bedside table. English was cancelled this morning so you get a few more minutes to evaluate your life decisions before having to meet up with Peter. He was… a lot to handle, honestly. He left a note on your desk this morning, very middle-school-boy-esque. It was still in your pocket, a little wrinkled but it felt like it was burning a hole.

‘Trouble- come to the frat party this friday? Check yes or no :))’

Obviously, you were not going to be caught dead at that party. Nothing he said would have pushed you to. Humid air and sweaty bodies bumping into one another, alcohol smells swirling in the air– the thought alone made you sick. 

You hated the way he was so… forward. It was weird, you didn’t get it. So many things about him intrigued you, and you didn’t get it. Why was he the one person in your handful of years at this school that piqued your interest? It made you angry, sick to your stomach, a weird flutter deep in it that made you want to punch something.

A ding from your phone signals a new email, leaning over slightly, you grab it and see the devil’s name.

—-------------

<pbparker@empire.edu

Hey trouble, my class ended early. Wanna meet up soon?

Peter B. Parker

Get Outlook for iOS>

—-------------

You groan and send a quick reply agreeing, asking where he wanted to meet today and if he had any new notes to share. Standing from your bed to grab your shoes and a light jacket, you feel your phone buzz again.

—-------------

<pbparker@empire.edu 

You still in Siebert Hall? I'm right by there, we can meet up at your dorm or the courtyard?

Peter B. Parker

Get Outlook for iOS>

—-------------

Your heart leaps as you look across your room, examining the space and hoping it wasn’t a mess. There were some snack wrappers here and there and you immediately feel the itch to clean. Before you can even think to respond, you tidy up. You make your bed and turn on the floor lamp in the corner to make the space look less cold.

Once it was to your liking you sent a response telling him which floor and room was yours in Siebert this school year. You’d rarely had anyone but Delilah and your parents in your room. Well, outside of the one guy you hooked up with for a few weeks on and off your freshman year. But that was always in the dark and he never got to stay longer than an hour or two. 

After a few minutes there's a knock at the door, and you move quickly, opening it and looking up to meet Peter’s stupidly pretty eyes.

“Hey there,” he says your name again, and you may like the way it sounds when he does, “ready to get our hurricane on?” His stupid smile accompanies the words and you step aside for him to come in. 

“Hey, yea. Come on in.” You say before he nods, walking in and looking around at all your posters, nick-nacks and even just the pattern of your bed spread. 

He points to the ceiling light and has a raised brow. “Not a fan of the school issued LED rods?” 

You shake your head, crossing your arms over your chest. “Not really? It overwhelms my eyes.”

“No me too, I get it. I like the coziness here.” His arms gesture to your bed, and your left to just stare at him. He took up so much space in your small room, but it looked almost natural. 

“Uh- thanks. You can sit there while we do our research if you want?” You offer it before you can think straight, quickly regretting your decision. 

It's almost like a flash of lightning, he is quickly sitting on your bed, shoving his shoes off and onto the rug just below. He is so naturally fit to your space and it knocks the sense out of you. Your eyes are locked onto him as you stand just a few feet away from him. He smiles at you, showing off his slightly crooked lips before digging into his bag, pulling out his laptop and a very, very nice camera. 

“You let your laptop get destroyed but have a well taken care of camera?” You ask before sitting at your desk and opening your own laptop, a small laugh escaping you. 

“Well I need the camera way more than the computer, obviously.” He said with a touch of irony, a playful grin on his face. 

“Really?” You said incredulously, fighting back a smile.

“Yea. I mostly take pictures of nature. Some spiders, some portraits.” He shrugs, his sarcasm dropping entirely, and before you can say anything he starts typing on his laptop and speaks again. “I did some research over the weekend. Did you know that hurricanes and tropical storms are named alphabetically?”

“Yea. I’ve lived through a handful.” You shrug and start up your outline file, looking at where you left off last time you were with him. It was pretty barren and you started to slowly fill out your portions. 

“I mean me too, I just never pieced it together. We’re gonna have to name ours something special.” He spoke so gently as he folded one leg under himself, the other dangling off the edge of your bed. 

“Like what?” You look up at him, your eyes locking on his bent over frame, something endearing about how he was squinting his eyes at the laptop screen. 

He shrugged, his fingers thrumming softly against the keyboard, something in his mind turning before looking up at you. “Benjamin? Gwendolyne, maybe?” His voice isn’t the usual cheery, all confident tone. There’s something more behind it, and if you were better at social cues, maybe you’d understand it. 

“We can go with either one, whatever you’d like.” You speak gently, trying not to offend or sound rude in any way. The look on his face is drawing you in, the downturn of his mouth, the slight fog in his eyes, it’s so… beautiful. 

Peter nods and quickly turns back to look at the computer, editing the shared document. But you just keep staring… the way the light from your window is filtering in casting a blue glow on his face, his eyes flashing golden, the freckles that were almost hidden popping out. For whatever reason, you couldn’t help but feel captivated by it all. 

You must’ve been staring for a while, because when Peter let out a soft chuckle and looked up at you, you felt embarrassed.

Your attention quickly moved back to the screen in front of you where you read some of the portions he had filled out while you were ogling at his unrealistic features. The embarrassment faded into anger, red hot and biting at your cheeks.

“It’s okay to stare.” He said, cockily, laying back against your bed. 

Oh you could kill him right now. You typed angrily, ignoring the words he said, ignoring his presence. 

He said your name once, twice. The third time made your ears ring, but you kept typing out random, probably false, hurricane facts into different parts of your half of the outline. His gaze was burning into your face, feeling his eyes roam over the slope of your nose, the way your lips were tightened into a flat line, and then it was gone. 

You could have sighed in relief that he finally stopped examining your face until you saw that stupid orange line blinking next to your cursor.

you’re kinda cute when you're embarrassed

Everything in you stalled before you cleared what he wrote after your tidbit on the casualties of the last hurricane. He barked out a laugh and you groaned, sinking into your desk chair.

—-------------

The session went quick after that, ending with you shooing him away and locking the door behind him. It was going to be a very long, very painful semester with him. 

You reach for your phone to text Delilah and pause, deciding it would be better not to.

—-------------

Wednesday, October 30th, 2024

You were late to class, rushing down the hall as you double checked your phone for the nth time. The decision to go into the lecture hall through the back door was made way before you reached the science building.

But now, entering the back of the room, eyes meet yours as you huff out a breath. Catching your breath was hard as you stared at your usual seat, taken by some random girl you never noted or cared to learn the name of. It made you angry, sure they weren’t assigned seats but everyone knew that once someone sits somewhere more than once it’s their seat by proxy. 

Before you could stew over it a hand tugged at your backpack strap, making you falter a bit and look down, seeing Peter smile up at you and nod to an empty desk right next to him. 

It was either there or on the floor… you chose the former and quickly took out your notebook, looking up towards the front of the class and having to squint. You yearned for the new pair of glasses that was taking a million years to get to you. 

But Peter put his notebook on your desk, tapping it and leaning ever so slightly. “It’s one of her lengthy presentations.” His hand snaked over the back of your chair and you blinked at the words, no, paragraphs in front of you. 

You give him a small nod as thanks before copying his notes and catching up on the slides currently flashing over the screen as Dr. Howard drones on. 

Peter watches you the whole class, his chest tight as you focus on the lecture he decided the moment you walked in wasn’t important enough to listen to. You were taking over all his senses, he could hear each huffed breath when the professor changed the slide before you finished taking notes, the smell of your shampoo, perfume, perhaps it was a strangely floral detergent. Whatever it was, his nose was lathered in it.

He almost hated that his heightened sense made him so aware of you, aware of everything that could signal to him that you were in the room. In any room. 

Yesterday he could hear you talking on the phone from across the courtyard, he searched for you, left his frat brothers on the grass patch to try and find you but you’d disappeared. He waited to hear your voice again, but there was nothing, no sign of you in the courtyard anymore. 

And now, as he watched you scribble down your notes, watched you chew on your lip, it made his mind wander, imagining what could possibly make you think so hard your teeth found a home there. 

It was too much for him, even when the alarm sounded from the speakers in the room. The same stupid one that sounded every class period, and you finally looked at him and furrowed your brows, giving him that beautifully crafted look of skepticism. 

“Thank you.” It sounded so surreal as he blinked a few times and realized you had his notebook held out for him. When he took it he realized you’d erased and respelt some of the words in his notes. 

“You rewrote a part of my notes?” He asked with a raspy laugh, shaking his head a bit as he saw your curved lettering, staring at the way you tried to blend it in with his handwriting.

You just shrugged and carefully pulled your bag back over your shoulders. “You misspelled sequestration. Thought I’d save you the point on the next notebook quiz.” Something about that made his heart pound in his ears and he stood slowly from his seat, tucking the notes into his bag and examining your expression. It was usually cold, steely, and… right now it seemed a little softer before you cleared your throat and made to move around him. 

“See you in the free period, Peter.” You spoke so softly, so distant. He watched as you disappeared with the hoard of classmates filing out of the lecture hall. And then his phone buzzed, he looked at it and saw a short text. 

i’ll be in study room e, btw - ”trouble” (stupid nickname)

He felt a little triumphant that he now had your number, a small part of him wanted to click his heels, maybe even skip to his next class.

—-------------

Noon came all too quickly, but you were already in the study room you specified when you had messaged Peter. A part of you felt like an idiot giving him your number that way. Maybe you should have made him work for it, but it was too late now. 

You had your textbook out and typed out a few things, humming a song to yourself. Gently tapping your foot to the beat as you get lost in your work. Time faded away as you continued, finding the different ways a community could rebuild after a category five hurricane.

The clock ticked a bit louder, causing you to rip your bleary eyes up and look at the time. It was already one o’clock. A pang of disappointment rattled in your chest but you shook your head, continuing to work anyway, who needed his help anyway…. 

Then your phone buzzed, and you opened it to see a text from him.

Peter: Got caught in something. Be there soon, Trouble, I promise. 

And it made your stomach flip a little. A stupid feeling, you told yourself. But you quickly messaged back. 

you: if you’re not here in 15 minutes, i’m leaving

Peter: I promise, ten minutes, maybe less.

You didn’t respond, you just put your phone down and went back to work, a mental reminder to leave when the fifteen minute window you allotted him in the forefront of your thoughts.

But, just as he promised, he walked in about nine minutes after he sent his last message. His hair was mussed, as if he had a hat on a few minutes ago and his skin was sheen with sweat. 

“Sorry I’m late, I got stuck at the frat house because the underclassmen are… I think they’re trying to manipulate me out of the master bedroom.” He laughed, something hidden under it, you could sense it but don’t push. 

“I won’t wait forty-five minutes for you again.” You said it gently, but there was a bite to it, one you hadn’t intended to use. 

Peter sucked in a breath, deciding what to say as he pulled out his laptop, looking at you for a long pause. “Technically,” he paused, looking at your hands as you typed before continuing about twenty seconds later, “I was only thirty-nine minutes late.”

You looked at him with narrowed eyes and your nostrils flared a bit and he laughed, his stupid boyish laugh. Something in you bloomed, but it wasn’t anger, maybe it was bemusement. “Peter, hands, laptop, type.” You started to over-exaggerate your typing, rolling your eyes as you focused on your screen again.

He let out a small breath, still amused at your look but gave into the order, but not without saying “Yes ma’am.” 

God you could hit him, flexing your fingers over the keyboard was all you could do to fight the urge. 

You both sat in silence, the only sound ringing through the study room was the clicking of keys and small sighs– mostly from Peter. Until you got lost in your research again and started humming, tapping your foot. 

After what felt like maybe 30 minutes, you took a glance up at Peter, chewing on his lip and squinting at the computer screen in front of him. The crinkle of his eyes made his eyelashes look impossibly long, complimenting his impossibly beautiful eyes. The sight of him was continuously making you think like an artist, over examining his eye color and the way his nose was slightly pink. 

You kept staring though, trying to pinpoint exactly what about him made you feel so… interested. What on his face made you want to stare at him? Was it the freckles? The dimple when he smiled, which was on full display at the moment.

Why was he smiling right now? Then you looked up at him and realized he was staring right back at you, smiling. It made you blink a few times, knowing he caught you staring again. 

You felt the nerves build back up, embarrassed that he caught you staring twice, but more embarrassed that you’d been staring at him at all. The nape of your neck heated and you thinned your lips into a tight line.

“You, by the way, are cute when you’re embarrassed.” His voice was filled with playfulness as he spoke, his chin resting over the back of his laptop.

“You don’t have to say that, Peter.” You say, aggravated and trying your best not to get mean. 

“I can’t help myself.” He shrugs, the curls on his head bouncing a bit. “You’re cute.”

You groan and stand up, gathering your things from the table and his gaze follows you the whole way up. The fact he kept saying it felt like you were in middle school again, being the butt end of the joke. 

“Wait, we still have fifteen minutes left-” he says nervously, standing along with you. “Why are you leaving?” 

You shake your head, looking at the bag in your hands before forcing a small smile. “I just need to get across campus for my next class.” And then you shrug your bag on, walking out the door and making quick work to leave the library all together. 

Peter just stares, watching you walk away, feeling only a little guilty for making you so upset.

—-------------

Friday, November 1st, 2024

Your classes got cancelled, even Dr. Howards and you let out a huff of relief before rolling back into the comforts of your bedding. You slept in for hours longer than you should have, but it felt good to have a day off from school. 

That was until noon came around and you got a text from the absolute devil himself.

Peter: Hey, Trouble, we’re still meeting today right? You groaned at the sight of his text. The day you were wanting was spent entirely in bed, by yourself, watching Spider-Man videos on YouTube with no interruptions. So you texted him back a quick response. A simple

you: no.

And went back to the video posted by fartslinger55, not the best account to  it was of Spider-Man saving a handful of people from a burning deli, the sound of his webs catching the brick buildings debris was almost rhythmic, his attention solely on the lives at stake. There was yelling and then a loud crash as a beam came down from the smoke headed right for a woman before a flash of red and blue whizzed in and stopped it. 

Right before your favorite moment happens there's a banner covering a sliver of the screen. 

Peter: Did I piss you off? Peter: I was just trying to have some fun, I’m sorry. you: no ? you didn’t do anything, i just don’t want to meet today Peter: Oh, okay! Peter: But Peter: What about my invite to the frat party? ;) you: not my scene, also stop sending more than one text weirdo Peter: Awe man, tonight's our Halloween bash, there’s gonna be plenty of booze… you: don’t drink, i’ll only go if i get to meet spiderman. so good luck with that peter

You put your phone in to not disturb and continued down the long list of favorite videos of the superhero, all the different angles of all his different fights.

There was a weird thing about it, something perhaps in your animalistic side that liked the idea of a protector, even if he themed himself off such a grotesque creature. You were grateful he doesn’t have multiple eyes and limbs and the only suggestion that he was relatively a spider was the webbing on his suit and the silk he shot from his wrists. 

You wondered if they were natural to his body, to his mutations, or if he had a beautiful and intricate device that shot them out. 

Peter however was staring at the messages you had exchanged, how your notifications were turned off so quickly after he started messaging you. It was bothering him so badly, he wanted to talk to you more. Wanted to laugh at the fact you said you would only come if you got to meet Spider-Man, unaware that you already have. That you somehow weasled into his frontal lobe in the summer and he hasn’t been able to push you out since. 

Pure trouble, that’s what you were for him. 

[so-long-soldier-writes]

Commitments

elijah mikaelson x fem!reader x kai parker | requested

summary: an argument breaks out when kai learns about elijah’s plan to propose to you. he had been making these plans himself, he just hadn’t expected the other man to do it without letting him know first. luckily, you intervene mid-fight and are able to settle it between them, proposing an agreement that suits you all

tags: poly relationship, arguments, talks of marriage, happy ending, fluff

word count: 1.3k

a/n: i hate the title, but not being able to title it was the only thing stopping me from publishing the request, which i didn’t want to do, so it’s kind of a bad title and i’m sorry about that. but, i hope you like it!

The minute you leave to go to your lunch date with Rebekah, Kai confronts the other man in your life about a small box he found in his nightstand. 

“What do you plan on doing with it?” He tries to square up the original after hearing it is, in fact, a ring. 

“I know you spent a lot of your life locked away, but I think you know why one would usually buy a ring.”

“Don’t play dumb with me. Are you going to propose to her?”

“If you must know, yes, I was planning on it.”

“You can’t do that,” he starts, only to be interrupted.

“And why not?”

“Because I was going to.”

“You must be joking. You don’t have the devotion for marriage, Malachai.”

“Maybe I do. How would you know?”

“Because I know you. We have been in this relationship for two years. We know each other just as much as we know her.”

“That’s where you’re wrong, Elijah. I am devoted. Devoted to her.”

“I know you are. But what about marriage? It’s something else entirely.”

“Are you suggesting I’m not capable of it?”

“I’m merely suggesting that you are not able to handle something so binding. Marriage is a commitment.”

“I’ve been committed to your dumbass all these years.”

“You have, for her.”

“So what’s the problem then?”

Elijah sighs, “let’s not make this an argument.”

“Me? You’re the one starting shit!”

“Malachai, I-”

“And don’t fucking call me that, you know I hate it. Why do you think you get to propose to the girl we’re both dating? She can’t ride off into the sunset with you and leave me behind, and how do you know she even wants to marry you?”

“So now you’re telling her what she can and cannot do. That’s never a good sign of a healthy relationship, Mal-”

“Shut up! Stop calling me that! And I’m not telling her what to do, I’m only saying that there’s three of us in this relationship, and you can’t just break it up like that.”

“Of course we would work out the details later, but it is imperative that I-”

“No! We work out the details before we ask the life-changing decisions! And funnily enough, I was actually going to ask you about similar details when I found your little box - which, by the way, you should hide better - because I have been wanting to go out and buy my own little box for her, because I do love her, and I am willing to make that commitment!”

“It’s not a little box, Mal… Kai, it’s a ring.”

“I know that.”

“And did you just say you wanted to propose too?”

“Yes, I did. But unlike you, I care about her feelings towards you, so I wanted to ask you before I made any rash decisions.”

“I care about how she feels for you, Kai, I just planned to ask those questions pertaining to you after I asked the question.”

“Why after? Why not before? Why so secretive?”

“Kai, I’m not in the mood for doing this with you-”

“Actually, it makes so much sense. You’ve been really standoff-ish lately, and I’m guessing this is why. But why the attitude, huh? Guilt, maybe? Pity?”

“You’re taking this too far. I have not been meaning to come off a certain way. You are projecting your own fears onto me.”

“I cannot deal with your thousand year old pretentious vampire talk right now, Elijah, I-”

“Well I cannot deal with your sensitive, baby vampire feelings. So may I suggest we both end this before we drive ourselves crazy?!”

“I am not sensitive! You don’t know what I’ve been through.”

“I do, actually, quite know. And I know that you hate to admit it, but you are being sensitive, because you love Y/N so much and the thought of not having her kills you.”

“So then why are you taking her from me?! Why did you go and buy that-” 

“What’s going on?!” You shout into the room, effectively shutting up the two men. You could hear their muffled yelling from outside, tension settling in your bones at the noise. 

They both stop and stare at you. 

“Y/N,” Elijah coughs, “I thought you were meeting with my sister.”

“Something came up so we rescheduled. Why are you two arguing?”

It’s dead silent. 

“You better tell me right now. I thought we got over the two of you fighting.”

Kai wants nothing more than to spit out the truth, but the original would crucify him. Thankfully, Elijah sighs, “we are having a minor disagreement.”

“About what?”

“About you,” Kai says quietly.

“Yeah, I got that. Would someone like to expand?”

“I wanted to propose to you, Y/N,” Elijah finally admits. “But I hadn’t told Kai about this plan yet, so when he found the ring, he became upset.”

Your stomach flips, “propose? Elijah…”

“I love you, Y/N. You are the woman I want to spend my eternity with. But as it turns out, Malachai feels the same, he just hadn’t taken the same steps yet.”

“The steps?”

“I didn’t buy a ring because I wanted to make sure it was okay with him if I asked. But Elijah over here decided he’d just ask me after asking you,” Kai supplies. 

“You both?”

They nod. 

“Oh my god.” You sit down in the nearest chair to think. “God… I love you both, so much.”

“Would you?” Elijah starts, then continues when you look up at him, “marry one of us?”

“‘Lijah… I love you. I do want to live forever with you. But Kai, I love you, too. I can’t choose between you guys.”

“What are you saying, Y/N?”

“I’m saying I can’t marry either of you. I can’t break your hearts; I can’t commit to one; I can’t make that decision. I won’t.”

“But… you still want to be with us, right?” Kai stutters out, afraid your rejecting words are a break up. 

You turn to him immediately, “of course, Kai. That’s what’s stopping me from marrying either of you. I need you both in my life. If marriage is going to divide us, I don’t want it.”

“But Y/N, it’s the opposite. It’s what brings people together.”

“‘Lijah… marriage is a binding process sanctioned by the government. We can live and love without a piece of paper telling us to do that. We can be happy just being us.”

Kai visibly softens at your words. His shoulders relax and jaw untenses. “I am just happy to be with you, Y/N. Elijah, please say you agree.”

The more traditional man takes longer to give into the idea. 

“I love our relationship just the way it is,” you tell him. “And, since you already bought the ring, I will still wear it, if you want. Kai, you too. I can wear them both. As a symbol of our love, without going through all the yucky legal stuff to have it.”

Elijah sighs before smiling and agreeing. “An anti-proposal proposal. I’m for it.”

A huge smile takes over your face and you rush to hug them both. They return the favor with the same enthusiasm. 

“Now, if we may, I was going to give Bex my whole afternoon, but now I have nothing to do! Might my favorite boys join me on the bed with a movie?”

Kai springs up at the word ‘movie,’ and immediately fetches popcorn and snacks. You give Elijah one more kiss, thank him for agreeing to your wishes, and then send him off to find a movie. 

For the rest of the day, you lie cuddled in between your boys, sharing candy and kisses, until exhaustion settles in your bones. 

“Sleep, Y/N,” Elijah mutters, “we’ve got you.”

“We love you,” Kai mumbles, half asleep himself. 

You kiss both their hands, then start to drift off into a deep sleep. “I love you both, too.”

[whichcouldmeannothing]

paper rings part 2!!!(teacher!spiderdads)

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Brooklyn Visions Academy is a good school. 

It pays well, there’s a clear path to promotion for him and it’s close enough to his house that he won’t be late when Gabriella forgets her water bottle for school. 

Their gyms are nice too. There's air-conditioning when they do assemblies, and the floors aren't horrendously squeaky. Miguel waits by the side for the principal to finish his announcements and introduce all the new teachers. There are at least seven of them here and pessimistically, he wonders how many of them will make it through the year. 

He wears the blue polo (Read: The one Gabriel hated the least) and he tries to go through what he’s going to do today. After this assembly is his first class. Ask them for their names, go through expectations and start work properly. He’s here to do his job and to do it well. 

“Hi,” The guy beside him speaks. He has brown eyes and brown hair, and he looks like he should be tall, but Miguel has to angle his head down to look at him. He’s wearing an ironed maroon shirt. He smells like hot chocolate. “I’m Peter Parker, you’re one of the new guys too, right?” 

Miguel nods. He has to pick up Gabriella today because her piano lesson got pushed to the weekend. So, he has to make sure that he brings home any materials he wants to look over for the next lesson. Then, he’ll probably pick up pizza, the four-cheese one for Gabriella and a small meat lovers fo him. 

“Are you the other Humanities guy? I teach Literature, so it’s nice to know someone, I guess.” Peter Parker has a face that looks like it should always be smiling. There’s a strand of hair falling onto his forehead. Miguel doesn’t think he would care. “I mean, I hope you are, as long as you don’t teach Economics, 'cause only blood-suckers would teach something that bad.”

Peter Parker apparently doesn’t know how to shut up. 

"I teach Economics." 

The principal gestures for them to get on the stage, and Miguel walks past the shell-shocked Peter Parker. Peter quickly follows, and as the Principal introduces them, he leans in to whisper. 

"I'm sorry, I didn't know you, uh, sorry." Eloquent, for a literature teacher. Miguel fears for the poor literary geniuses who have to be taught by Peter. 

Miguel's name is read out on the screen, and Peter turns around to look at the projection. "So, Miguel, sorry about that, let's start over, get this right." 

The bell rings and the teachers get off the stage, loafers and heels clicking on the veneered wood. Miguel could just walk out of the hall right now and get to his first class, but a tap on his shoulder stops him. 

"I'm Peter Benjamin Parker," He introduces again, a hand outstretched. "I love every subject ever and I am excited to work with you." He lets out a breath after like this was an effort to say. 

Miguel shakes his hand. "I'm Miguel." The sun is streaming into the high windows, and the room is being painted in bright yellows. "I have to go, can't risk getting hit by the sunlight."

Confusion quickly gives way to joy on Peter's face, and Miguel lets himself stand still for an extra second to see Peter's smile before he stalks off.

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[siremasterlawrence]

The Erosion Of Hero’s Free Will Part 1

Anthony “Tony” Stark is working on a brand spanking new invention tinkering away at a small cube shape device in his plan is being fixed with numerous electronic tools starting a new as the device rolls once creating a surge in.The cube lifts in the air shoots into the sky in a straight arrow reaching new heights in a beautiful display of his technological wonder it goes off projecting footage from all over the house including the many other Avenger members training in the weight room.Hours pass as Tony yawns loudly stretching his arms into the air with excitement he fist pumps and heads to bed snapping his tired finger the lights flicker off as everything he created shuts down.

Something is off as he stops in the middle of the room when the elevator shaft comes to a hault in a mid stop the floor above him suddenly all of the lights flicker off catching Tony’s eyesThe machinery shuts down with an all to lull familiar voice banging on in the background of course it’s his AI Jarvis warning him that he is being attacked.He can’t help himself staring into the main light in the center of the ceiling soon the room spinning he falls onto his back as nothing else seems to matter everything is fading.

He cannot believe his eyes the shadow on the wall appears out of nowhere growing ever larger and larger is his shape blowing up getting closer to him. It is now that he stood well over him the man knelt on the floor cupping Tony’s chin lifting him up to my lips and I press mine on his with lust.Tony blacks out completely laying mindless on the rooms floor unknowingly Peter Parker stood in the glory of the light shining on him at last.

He is gleeful so excitedly he takes Tony by both of his hand pulling them in front of him he yanks him forward dragging his body to the coldest slab.Tony is thrown on to it locking him set in to place be is completely at his mercy the boy gets to work strapping him down into place with chains.One more Spider-Man crawls down from a sheet of long length spiderweb hitting the floor as he wraps his legs on it and flips into the air landing.

“You arrived finally?” Peter A

“Sorry! Late for duty” Peter B

“Where is Peter C?” Peter A

“It’s pizza time” Peter C

“Are you guys ready?”

“Commence”

“This is him?”

“Filthy rich”

“Sexy indeed “

“Powerful”

“He is all ours”

“Let’s play with our new jungle gym”

They snap their fingers creating a gigantic wave of energy in forum of spider web into the air shaking Tony up stirring him up from his slumber.His eyes pop open as he raises his head into the air he sees what’s about to happen took into an account pressing his hand on the bed and he flips off. Before he can make a quick escape all three Peter’s form their signature hand stances as they synchronize an ultimate spider web lock him in.

“Guy on my count.”

“Together in one…two….three”

“Aaaaahhhhhhhh”

“Yes Masters Peter! I am at your service.”

“Mwahahahahaha.”

The end

[maybelinefox]

2003 Lighthouse AU Chapter 4: Human

Chapter under cut?

"Hey, Ayla?" Donny's voice drifts down from upstairs.

"Mhm?"

"There's a boat coming."

I look up from the papers on the desk.

"This way?"

"No doubt."

I look through my recent contacts to see if I was told of a visit, but I see no emails notifying me of anything. Quickly, I make my way up into the light with Donny to see what he's talking about.

Sure enough, a boat I've never seen before is plowing its way towards the island, but from a different direction than normal. Everyone who travels to and from this island must go through a thorough check before leaving the mainland and after returning, so all boats come from the same direction.

This one's coming from almost a completely different side of the island. Almost like they made a wide berth around any part of the mainland where someone might see them.

"Ok, go let your brothers know. And don't do anything reckless that could get you seen. I think I know who that boat belongs to."

Donny gives me a look before heading towards the stairs.

"It's them, isn't it?" he asks as he opens the front door. "The people who took Father?"

"I think so," I say through a deep sigh. "But that's not for sure yet, so let's not jump to conclusions. Stay home. I'll come to you guys once they're gone, ok? Be safe."

He nods, then slips out the door, climbing down the side of the rock opposite where the boat is to prevent possibly being seen.

I take a deep breath and head out to the beach to meet whoever this is.

"Well, hello there, ma'am," a mustached man says as he steps onto the pier, taking off his hat.

"Well, I would love to greet you back," I start, stepping onto the pier myself. I'd rather keep this conversation here if I can. "But, as you could probably guess, I'm not exactly used to unexpected guests."

"Oh, of course. My apologies."

He reaches out his hand, and I take it.

"Name's Parker, ma'am."

"Ayla. Not that I don't appreciate the company, but could I ask what it is you're doing here?"

His hat pops back onto his head.

"I'm sorry, I was under the impression you were aware of my business."

"Your business?"

"Well, yes. We did a lot of, uh, cleanup work for the last lighthouse keeper. He told us that he'd alerted you we'd be coming by."

Yep. That's what I thought.

"I received no such alert, unfortunately."

"Huh," his hands are shoved into his pockets. "Well then I really do apologize. I was unaware my short-notice visit was that short-notice."

"I think I know who you are," I explain. "And I'm not sure what Phil told you, but I am not currently in need of your services."

"Ma'am."

And there it goes. The sudden condescending tone, no longer speaking to me like an equal and understanding adult but as a child who can't comprehend the words he's about to be spewing.

I fight to hold back an eyeroll.

"The creatures on this island are dangerous and need to be removed," he explains slowly.

"Creatures I have yet to see. Phil made it seem like they were around all the time, but I've been here four months and haven't seen a thing outside of the ordinary island inhabitants."

"Then they've gotten good at hiding."

He turns to step into his boat to get something.

"If you don't mind, I'd like to just take a look around and see what I can find about their recent habits."

"I do mind."

He looks up at me, obviously ready to throw in another "you don't understand" remark.

"Sir, if this is all you want, I'm afraid I'm gonna have to ask you to leave. This is private property."

He holds out his hands as he steps back onto the pier, looking around with an "I don't see anyone watching" attitude.

"I've been here many times before. Allowed to be back then."

"Then why did you make sure to keep your boat outside of mainland view on your way here?"

His hands go back in his pockets, a smile spreading across his face.

"If you were allowed here by the previous keeper, it was certainly off the record, as I saw no trace of your visits in official files. Which means you were never allowed to be here, and he was breaking some major rules. Rules that could get him and you arrested due to the nature of this job and the repeated visits I've been alluded to. Rules that I do not intend to break."

His smile has left his face.

"Now, if you do not want me calling the main office and alerting them to these previous visits of yours, as well as your current whereabouts, I'd suggest you leave. If you don't mind, sir."

He stares at me for a moment before the grin is back and he's laughing. He continues laughing and shaking his head as he turns back to the boat.

"Alright, alright," he chuckles out as he steps into the boat. "If you wanna get yourself killed by island monsters because you were too prideful to allow help, then by all means, I won't stop you."

"It's not pride, sir," I state as he switches on the motor. He looks up at me with a sarcastic, expectant smile as he waits for me to finish my thought.

"I simply have already fallen in love with everything on this island, and intend to do my best to protect all of it."

His smile drops again as he searches my eyes, but if he sees anything that confirms my meaning, he says nothing. Silently turning back to the wheel, he pulls his boat away from the pier, speeding off in the direction he came from.

I make my way back to the lighthouse as casually as possible in case Parker decides to look back and see what I'm doing for whatever reason, but the second I make it inside I bolt up to the office and quickly sit myself in front of the computer.

He had a logo on his jacket.

I search for the company name for a few minutes of nothing before finally finding a website link so obscure I almost overlook it. There's absolutely nothing on their website about monster hunting, but they do label themselves as "licensed exotic animal traders".

Of course.

They probably hunt "monsters", capture them alive, and sell them to freak shows or something similar. I'm willing to bet there's private collectors out there.

After searching around on their website for a bit, I'm almost ready to give up trying to track down any locations before I see something hidden in the drop-down menu. I have to click through a few of the other options to see what falls under them, but eventually I notice that there's a few things hidden in the secondary lists that seem to be worded rather...strange.

"Weird and wacky...." I mumble out loud curiously as I click it. A few options fall down under that one that I glance over, not expecting much.

"Not your average...."

That one changes the page to show strange looking rare animals. I scroll through it all the way to the bottom and am about to get back into the menu when I see in fine print at the bottom of the page....

"Rarest trade deals...."

I figure why not and click it, and it takes me to a page where I can choose what I would like to trade.

Thinking maybe I'm getting somewhere, I look through the options, and eventually find one called "oversized". Well, that's probably the one the turtle's father was in, if he was ever on this website, since he’s supposed to be a giant rat. So, I click it.

"Ah, great."

Now it wants me to fill out some information about what company I'm affiliated with that wants the trade.

Well of course it wouldn't be that easy.

Unless...

I type in everything I could find about the company that owns the very website I'm on, then submit.

Bingo.

Except now it's asking for a five-digit code.

I'm about to think there's no way until I remember there was a series of numbers I saw on a badge Parker was wearing, mostly hidden under his jacket. Five, to be exact.

Thinking there's no way that could be it, I input the numbers and submit.

And I'm in.

"There's no way that was that easy...."

There has to be a way they either set me up or are now aware of me looking through their stuff. I should be quick, just in case.

There aren't many creatures here, so it should be easy to find him if he's on here.

And find him I do.

A picture of an old, oversized rat wearing shackles and sitting calmly on his knees stares at me through the computer.

With the word "sold" plastered across it.

Looking around his picture, I see a button that says "Do you want this for yourself? Contact the buyer to see if they'll negotiate."

Convenient.

I write down the phone number it gives me and snap a picture of the screen with my phone before exiting the page.

Ok, that was strange, but maybe now we're getting somewhere.

Looking up the number gives me literally nothing except a relative location. Didn't think it would be that easy, but hey it was worth a try.

I sigh as I pull away from the computer.

I'm gonna need help for this, aren't I?

I contemplate for a moment, but it doesn't take long for me to decide.

I know my own skill set. And tracking things with no paper trail, hell, with barely any trail at all, is not in my skill set.

And I know them. They would probably be shocked at first, but they're good people. Once they know what's happening, they'll help. And they can keep secrets.

I debate whether I should ask the turtles first, but I know damn well I'm gonna do this anyway, so I pull up April's contact in my phone and press the call button.

After a couple rings, she picks up.

"Ayla?" She starts, the disbelief evident in her tone.

"Hey, April."

"Wow! You're calling instead of texting or sending a letter? Must be serious."

"It...yeah, it kinda is. Do you think you and Casey could come over to the lighthouse for a bit? I need your help with something."

"If something broke in the mechanics, isn't that up to your employers to fix?"

"This is more of a personal matter, April."

There's a pause. Then she calls her husband over to her to ask him if they have anything too pressing to come over.

"We can come,” she states after exchanging a few words with Casey.  “Can you tell me the issue, or will we have to wait on that one?"

"You'll have to wait, I'm afraid. I'll let them know you guys are coming tomorrow. As far as they'll know, it's a social visit, nothing more."

"Sure thing, Ayla," I hear Casey's voice. "We'll be there."

"Thanks guys."

I hang up.

Now that I've already done that, I need to tell the boys. Grabbing my bag and some food I’d already packed up to have Donny take to his brothers, I look through the windows to make sure Parker is truly gone. Once I’m positive, I head out to the cave.

"So there's more people heading over here?" Raph huffs, arms crossed, leaning against the wall.

When I made it to the cave, the boys had jumped me, making sure I was ok and asking what had happened. It took a few minutes to calm them down so I could actually talk, but eventually I got the whole story out to them.

"She's better at computers and hacking than I am," I explain. "If anyone I trust can find him through that website, it's April."

"So, she builds machines and stuff?" Donny asks, a hopeful gleam in his eye.

"I'm gonna break it to them slowly, just to make sure they're really ok about all this. But once all the major stuff is out of the way, I'm sure she'd love to talk to you about tech, Donny. It's pretty much her entire life."

He taps his fingers together in excitement as a grin spreads across his face.

"When are they going to be here?" Leo asks.

"Tomorrow, around noon. They're coming in with the supply boat."

"And how are we expected to show them all this?" Raph asks, annoyed, moving his hand around his face in a "wax-on" motion to emphasize what "all this" is.

"I'm not gonna talk about you guys just yet," I tell them. "I want you guys to stay secret for the time being. I'm gonna explain to them that your father was unfairly taken from this island and I want to bring him back. Once the situation has died down, or, I guess, if they push me enough for explanation beforehand, then I'll explain more. I feel like Casey will be fine but I'm not sure if April is gonna take it too well at the start."

"You're the only human that took it any kind of well," Mikey points out around his mouth full of chips.

"Well, I'm not the only human like me out there, and I happen to trust these guys will be ok with all this. I've known April since high school, and she wouldn't have married Casey if he wasn't actually a good guy. I know both of them very well and wouldn't be calling them here if I thought they'd be any threat. I promise."

"Yeah?" Raph pipes up with a growl. "Well believe it or not, princess, you ain't exactly the most trustworthy yourself."

Donny's eyes widen in shock.

"Raph!"

"Just wait a moment," Raph walks by Donny towards me, holding his hand up in his brother's face to shush him.

"We've known ya, what? A few months? Barely even that. Sure, ya didn't freak out when ya saw Donny, but that doesn't mean you can be trusted to make decisions like this for us just 'cause you got an idea in your headstrong little noggin."

"That's enough, Raph!" Leo's hand clamps onto Raph's shoulder to get his attention.

Raph's only response is to narrow his eyes at me.

Donny gets up from his place on the ground next to Mikey, where they were sharing the chip bag, and hurries over to me, gently placing his hand on my shoulder.

"I'm sorry, Ayla. He just gets a bit stuck in his head sometimes and-"

"I know," I interrupt him, staring Raph straight in his still uncovered brown eyes. "We've had this conversation before."

Raph's eyes widen slightly as he remembers, before his angry face falls into one of exhaustion and slight regret.

We have had this conversation. Just last week, he'd made a solo trip to the lighthouse and confessed to me that he has anger issues and sometimes struggles to control himself, apologizing for anything he may have said before that upset me. We had a long conversation involving different methods that could be used to help someone with anger problems.

He does have a point, though.

I let out a deep sigh.

"It's fine, though. He's right."

All eyes look to me, suddenly worried. Except Raph. He just looks slightly confused at my apparently unexpected agreement with him.

"No, Ayla, we trust you-"

"Why?"

Donny backs off a little, confusion taking over his big brown eyes. But he doesn't remove his hand from my shoulder.

"As he said, we've literally known each other four months, Donny. Look I hate to say something that'll make humans look even worse to you than we already do, but you shouldn't trust someone with your life if you've only known them four months just because they're the only person you've met that didn't immediately hurt you. They could still hurt you at some point, whether they mean to or not. And believe me, there's people out there that will mean to that can and will play the waiting game."

I look Raph in the eyes for the next part.

"Raph told me he was waiting for me to do something. Play a trick or lure you into a trap using your trust in me. And he was right to feel that way because people do that."

I shake my head and turn away, beginning the process of packing up the plates and other dishes and utensils I brought. I need to have something to do with my hands when I talk a lot.

"Humans suck, ok? We're selfish, greedy assholes who destroy the world around us for our own gain and take advantage of anyone and anything we can find that's weaker. If something doesn't talk or think like we do, we deem it inferior and use, abuse, and otherwise mistreat it until we've drained it of all its usefulness. And then we throw it out a window because it no longer means anything. This is how humans are. How we've always been and always will be."

Turning back, I look to each of them to emphasize my points.

Donny.

"That's why weapons and other detrimental technology exist among the helpful, useful technology."

Mikey.

"That's why things that poison and brainwash and otherwise cause serious harm exist among things meant to bring fun and entertainment."

Leo.

"That's why people in high positions of power always end up richer and more powerful than they were at the start after doing basically nothing, despite being put in that position because of their promises of good things for the common people that put them there."

Raph 

"That's why people who open themselves up to trust others are often the ones that get hurt the most."

I sigh again, slinging the bag over my back to carry it home.

"But the thing I think is most important about being human is finding the strength and courage to allow such things. If you never allow yourself to trust someone, you'll never be hurt by anyone, but you'll also never find someone you can seek true comfort, acceptance, and peace with. If you don't try things because it could be bad, you may be missing out on the things you'll truly love. It's hard. It sucks. There's a lot of risk involved. But if you don't do it, you'll never truly live. You'll never truly feel free. You'll just be trapping yourself in your own safe, private little bubble and never truly get to experience the world. And some people are fine with that. You can't miss what you've never experienced. But some people just can't accept the sad loneliness that often comes with it.”

As I talk, I begin to realize I’m no longer really talking to the boys. I think I’m talking to myself.

I need to get back on track.

“Look, I don't want you guys to think I'm trying to force you into probably the greatest risk you've ever taken. This isn't just trying some exotic food for the first time and not knowing if you'll like it. Your lives could be on the line. I get that. The point I'm trying to make is that not all humans are like Phil and those hunter guys. Phil isn't a bad guy, but he is the type of guy to shoot first, ask questions later. And he didn't take the time to understand you guys before he started shooting. That's his fault. That's the kind of person he is, and there's a lot of people like that. And unfortunately, you’ve had to suffer for it. The other humans you've encountered were brought here by him, so of course they'd be of a similar mindset to him. You haven't had the good fortune of meeting a human who didn't want you dead or captured. And that's not your fault, but it's warped your idea of what humans are like. Not all humans are like those guys, and I just wanna get that across to you before you make any decisions on whether or not you want April and Casey to see you."

I take a deep breath, not used to long speeches, then check my phone to see what time it is.

"Shit, it's gettin late. I've got a couple more chores to do before nightfall. Look, I don't expect you boys to make a decision right now, and I promise even if you don't by the time they get here, I'll do what I can to keep you out of the conversation. And if you don't want me taking risks like this to get your father back, I get that too. I'll find an excuse to keep them out of the whole thing if you decide that. This is your family, your decision. I'm sorry if I jumped the gun. Wasn't my decision to make. I don't even have an excuse for that. I guess I just...thought I was doing the right thing. But good intentions doesn't always equal good decisions, so I definitely should have-"

I suddenly feel arms squeezing me from the side, and it takes me a moment to realize Donny is hugging me.

"Oh, well..."

Mikey scrambles up off the ground as I feel someone taking my bag off my back only to wrap his arms around me as well right when Mikey arrives to utterly glomp the crap out of the three of us.

Raph shakes his head. Then he slowly steps towards us and pushes his way between Mikey and Leo so he can involve himself in the group hug as well.

I've only got two arms and I’ve probably been in a maximum of one group hug in my life, so I’m not sure what to do about this.

"Guys?"

"Shhh," Mikey pulls an arm away from Donny to put a finger over my lips. "Enjoy the moment, sister."

I chuckle, shaking my head at the utter strangeness of this impromptu group hug, but ultimately shut my mouth to enjoy it.

"Sorry," Raph mumbles under his breath, but I know we can all hear it with the close proximity. "Shouldn't-a raised my voice and gotten mad like that...."

I shake my head.

"Don't be sorry about taking actions you think are necessary to protect your family."

He watches my eyes a moment before nodding and leaning his head against mine to continue the hug.

Gotta say, I’m starting to feel like I'm gonna want to be in many more group hugs after this.

After finally making it back to the lighthouse, I set to work finishing up the chores for today before cleaning the dishes from the trip to the cave. After I finish that and notice the sun has nearly finalized its trek downwards, I decide a little more research may be a good thing if I do it right.

After some discussion following the impromptu group hug, the boys agreed that I should go ahead with the plan I already had for revealing their situation to April and Casey. So now all I gotta do is wait until noon tomorrow.

I sit down in front of the computer again, ready to do some more looking into of this company Parker works for, and quickly notice I've received an email. Emails from the company are immediately flagged by the computer so my attention is grabbed by a popup that won't go away until I view it.

Wondering if there was a policy change or something wrong with tomorrow's supply transport, I click the email.

Reading through it, I can feel my eyes widening and my mouth falling open in shock.

No. Fucking. Way.

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[lexiepoch]

How You Meet For The First Time

Warning: Almost all of the following short fics contain cursing. If you are sensitive to that sort of thing you have been warned.

Word Count:4135 (this does not include the characters name before their part or the A/N at the end)

Tony Stark: You wander into a coffee shop around the corner from your apartment when someone bumps into you, spilling hot black coffee all down your scrub top. "Ah shit! Fuck! That's really fucking hot!" you exclaim, pulling the fabric away from your skin.

"Oh my god! Sorry! I wasn't watching where I was going! Let me buy your drink!" says a males voice. You don't look up at his face but get the feeling that you know who this man is.

"No, it's fine. It's fine. Just leave it. This thing needed to go in the wash anyways. Holy fuck, you're Tony Stark." you say, finally looking up at the man who spilt his drink all down your front.

"Yes I am, my dear. Will you please let me buy you your drink?" he says, smiling softly.

"No, honestly, you don't have to. And don't worry about my shirt either, it's been through worse at the childrens hospital. But thank you for the offer. It was lovely to meet you, Mr. Stark." you say, trying to leave the conversation.

"I insist. I need a new drink anyways, seeing as most of it went onto your shirt. Come on, just let me buy you a drink and something to eat. You look exhausted and in need of some nutrition."

"Alright, thank you very much. My name is Y/N Y/L/N, by the way."

"A beautiful name for an equally beautiful woman." He buys your usual drink in a large and a few scones as well as himself another black dark roast coffee. A week later you get a gift left at the front desk for you.

"Was dropped off by Mr. Stark himself. He asked for you by your full name, Y/L/N. You got a lover I should know about, kid?" says the clerk, winking.

"No Brent, not a lover. I bumped into him last week, he spilt his drink down my shirt and insisted on buying me a drink and a bite to eat. Thanks for holding this for me," you say, taking the package from his hands before heading down to your locker. When you open the package later that day, after your shift, you see that there is a handwritten note along with a new set of scrubs.

Pepper Potts: "Good morning! Welcome to Starbucks! How are you and how can I help you today?" comes your faked cheery voice through the speaker.

"Good morning Y/N. It's Pepper again. I'm pretty good today. I'll get my usual sweetheart."

"Alright Pepper, that will be a grande iced caramel macchiato with a double espresso shot and extra caramel drizzle?"

"That's right Y/N."

"Alright, I'll see you at the window." When she drives up to the window she had a slip of paper prepared as well as her card.

"Card and this is for you sweetie. Text me when you get off your shift, cutie." she says handing you the slip of paper as you stick the machine out the window for her to pay. Your nose scrunches in happiness at her little pet names. You hand her the drink and she throws you a wink before driving off.

Peter Parker: "Peter, you're going to be paired up with... Y/N," says your biology teacher before moving onto the next pair. When your teacher finishes going through his list he lets you go off into your pairs.

"Hi, uh, I'm Peter. Nice to meet you," he says, sticking a hand out for you to shake.

"Hi, I'm Y/N. Can you explain to me what we're doing? I kinda zoned out when he was explaining what we were doing."

"Oh, yeah totally. You did look kinda blank faced for a while. Is anything wrong?"

"No, just tired. So, the project?"

"Oh yeah! So we're..."

Sam Wilson: "Watch out!" comes a yell from above you. You're sitting on the edge of your apartment complex, not expecting a man with a metal wings to be coming in for a landing, aimed right where you sit.

"Shit!" you exclaim, rolling back onto the main part of the roof, leaving the edge for the man to land safely.

"Thanks!" he says, as the wings fold themselves into a pack on his back. He pushes his goggles up on his head and smiles at you. "Sam Wilson. Nice to meet you," he sticks his hand out towards you.

"Y/N Y/L/N, you too," you says as you climb back onto the ledge. You ignore his and and pull your phone out of your pocket.

"What'cha doing out here? Sitting out on the ledge isn't exactly safe, you know."

"Oh I know. I'm fine. Just waiting for the right photo op. I should've taken one of you, now that I think about it. That would've been a really cool shot," you say, holding your phone in your lap.

"Photo op? Are you a photographer?"

"Oh no, I just like taking pretty photos in my free time. It relaxes my brain after a long day."

"I'd love to get to know you some more. Would you let me take you out for coffee sometime?"

"Sure! I'd love that! Here, put yourself in my phone." You hand the man your phone. He types in his number.

"Text me sometime beautiful." he winks at you before heading to the other side of the roof before leaping off and spreading his wings.

Steve Rodgers: "Miss. Y/L/N? I'm here to see Nick." says the blonde super soldier coming through the door.

"Hello Mr. Rogers. Mr. Fury is on a phone call of a personal matter at the moment. You'll have to wait a moment until he hangs up. Please have a seat. These calls sometimes take a few minutes." you say, not looking up from your laptop.

"Do you really call him Mr. Fury?" asks the man, sitting in the chair across from yours.

"When speaking about him yes, when speaking to him no. I try to be professional, you know."

Bucky Barnes: You're sitting curled up in a chair in your favourite little cafe on Broadway, tears streaming down your cheeks as you continue to read on your laptop. "Y/N! Need another drink, love?" calls one of the baristas.

"Yes please. The usual, please. Just add it to my tab."

"Sure thing! I'll bring it out to ya in a minute." she calls. You refocus on the words in front of you and scroll to the next page of the book. When she places the drink down next to you, you absentmindedly reach for it and accidentally grab a mans hand.

"Hi there doll," he flirts, interlacing your fingers together. Your cheeks flush under the tear stains.

"Hi, sorry. Didn't mean to grab your hand," you mumble, trying to pull your hand away.

"It's okay doll. Do you want to talk about why you're crying?"

"I'm editing a book. Its a sad romance novel. It's my job. My name's Y/N by the way."

"I'm James but my friends call me Bucky," he says softly, thumb rubbing softly against the back of your palm.

"Can we stay holding hands for a while?" you ask shyly.

"Of course doll. You can lean on me as well, if you like. I won't mind." You blush harder than you did before as you tilt yourself to lean against his shoulder.

Bruce Banner: As you walk into the lab at the Avengers complex for your first day, what you weren't expecting to see was Mr. Stark and Dr. Bruce Banner waiting for you. "Um, hi?" you say, grabbing a lab coat off the wall.

"Hello, good morning. I take it that you're Y/N?" says Stark, coming forward to shake your hand, a flirty smile on his face.

"Yes and it's Dr. Y/L/N to you Mr. Stark, same as you Dr. Banner. We are not to the point where you can address me as my first name, we just met. Dr. Banner, where do you want me to start this morning?" You say, ignoring the billionaires hand, slipping the white coat on.

"I have a stack of chemical equations that need reviewing. If you wouldn't mind, Dr. Y/L/N. They are at the back, on the lab bench."

"Not a problem." You nod to the pair of men infront of you and walk away.

"Hardass."

"I heard that Stark," you call over your shoulder.

Natasha Romanoff: "Morning Romanoff. Have you met Agent Y/L/N yet?" calls Maria Hill as the Black Widow enters the training room at the Shield Head Quarters.

"No I haven't, but I've heard about her a bunch from Clint."

"Not surprised. That's her doing pull ups over there. Hey! Y/L/N! Get your ass over here."

"I'm busy Hill!" you yell back, completing another rep before hopping down to the floor. You walk over to the treadmills and start one up for a brisk jog. A couple minutes the red headed assassin joins you, running on the machine next to you.

"Hi, nice to meet you Y/L/N," she says as she runs at the same speed as you.

"You to Romanoff. Big fan of your work with the Avengers Initiative," you say, calmly.

"Thanks. Wanna go for dinner sometime?"

"Sure, why not. Get my number from Clint." You hop off the treadmill without another word, grab your towel and walk out without looking back. Your actions leave the red head stunned.

"Yeah, she does that a lot. She's got ADHD or something, forgets about social formalities a lot. Don't worry, Nat. That means she likes you and her brain was to fogged over by your presence to remember that it's not normal to just leave a conversation hanging," says Hill, coming up behind Romanoffs shoulder.

"Okay then. Real cutie she is though, don't you think?"

"Oh hell yeah. She's fucking adorable, especially when she gets really excited about something. When Fury assigned her her first mission, she was quite literally bouncing in place. She's so fucking cute Nat."

Clint Barton: "Y/L/N! Your four o'clock is here!" yells Samantha from the front desk. Your head whips up from your desktop at the sound of her voice and you push your chair back as you stand up.

You open the door to your massage studio and step out. You stride down the hall as fast as your heels allow to the waiting area. "Mr. Barton? Come on back." A dirty blonde man stands up and begins to follow you back to your studio. When you get inside and the door is shut, the man in front of you visibly relaxes. "Have a seat Mr. Barton. This first session is to mainly just get to know your needs. First things first, hello, my name is Y/N Y/L/N. Where did you hear about me?" you ask softly, returning to your seat at your desk. You gesture to the man to sit alongside you.

"My best friend, Natasha Romanoff, is one of your clients and she suggested I come to get help for some of my past injuries that still hurt. I'm a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent and you're like the only approved massage therapist on the list they gave me."

"Oh! Nat reccomended me! You must be the man she affectionately refers to as 'BirdBrain' am I right?" You giggle, thinking back to your last session with the ginger woman.

"Yep, that would be me. Call me Clint, please. My shoulders and lower back have been killing me recently. Tasha says you do wonders for her phantom injury pain, figured I might as well give it a try."

"Well I'm glad you did. Let's get started, shall we? If you wouldn't mind taking your shirt off and laying face down on my table, that would be great. I'll give you a moment of privacy." You say, leaving the room briefly. "You don't mind if I use oil, do you?" You ask as you re-enter a couple of minutes later.

"Not at all. Tasha said you have a really nice lavender one, could you use that?" You roll your eyes at his comment and pull out your lavender oil from your pot of boiling water.

"Nat does love this one. You might not, it's pretty strong." you warn, pouring some onto your hands before you begin.

Wanda Maximoff: "What's in that crate?" Asks Wanda, pointing at wire crate in the middle of the lab floor. As she stares, the crate rattles, as if whatever is inside is throwing itself around.

"That is another experiment, Miss. Maximoff. Leave it at that. Someone take the twins back to their quarters. It's time to unveil our masterpiece," says one of the scientists. The twins are pulled away and forced into their induvidual cells. A couple hours later a limp female body is thrown on the bed in the cell across from Wandas.

"Hello? What is your name?" calls Wanda through the fiberglass. The girls head raises up slightly, and she gives the twins a confused look, pointing to herself weakly. "Yes! You! What is your name, dear?"

"Y/N... Y/L/N."

"Hi Y/N, I'm Wanda this is my twin Pietro. What did they do to your ears?"

"I- I don't have human ears. I have the ears of a cat. I'm what they called a Panthera pardus hybrid. I don't know what that means, but my teefs hurt and so does my back," the girl, Y/N, slurs before passing out.

Pietro Maximoff: You sit on a bench, in the midst of Central Park and just close your eyes, notebook in your lap. You had just finished an interview with a witness of a story you were writing, and it was a tough one. You let the tears roll down your cheeks in silence. You feel a cold gust of wind blow past you then you hear someone rapidly backpedal before a heavily accented voice speaks to you. "What is a beautiful lady like you doing crying?"

"I'm fine sir, just leave me be please." you say, not opening your eyes. After a moment you assume he left, but when you open your eyes the man still stands there. You let your eyes scan his frame as you take in his foreign beauty.

"Please, miss. Don't cry. Sadness doesn't suit a beautiful woman's face, such as yours." He runs off then, a blue blur leaving you shocked.

Thor Odinson: You wander through the royal gardens as the sun begins to set in the far off distance. You hear footsteps behind you but think nothing of it, probably someone else taking in the beauty of the gardens."Hello," booms a voice behind you. You freeze in your tracks, you would recognize the voice of Prince Thor anywhere.

You twirl around on your heel, your abnormally short skirt flaring out around your thighs, presenting the Prince with a pleasant smile. "Good evening, my Prince." you greet, beginning to bow.

"No need for the formalities outside of the palace m'lady. May I join you on your walk?"

"I would be honoured!"

"Wonderful! Would you mind telling me your name, m'lady?" he asks as he offers you his large arm.

You slip yours through his and let him lead you forward. "My name is Y/N. It is an honour to meet you, Prince." you say, your cheeks flushing red as you tilt your head to peer up at the man.

"Please, call me Thor. Do you come here often, Y/N?"

"As often as I can."

Loki Laufeyson: "Y/N! Hurry up! We can not be late to the banquet!" your sibling shouts. You roll your eyes as you lace up your dancing shoes.

"We are fine! The banquet doesn't start for another half hour!" you yell back. Fluffing your skirt as you drop it back down your legs, you make your way over to your mirror to fix your hair. Adjusting a few strands, you also touch up your lipstick.

"Are you finished yet?"

"Yes! Yes I am! I'm coming! Gods, you're so impatient!" you grumble aas you throw open your bedroom door.

~Time Skip~ *Fourty Five Minutes Later, At The Banquet In The Palace*

You stand against the wall, watching all of the people twirl around as they dance along to the music. Suddenly you feel a light tap on your shoulder, causing you to jump with surprise. To your great shock, Prince Loki is standing next to you. "Hello. May I have a dance, m'lady?" he asks, holding his hand out towards you.

"Oh! Yes! Yes, you may! I must warn you, I'm not a very good dancer," you say, placing your hand in his.

"No worries, love. I'm very capable of leading you in a simple waltz." he says, winking at you. You let him wisk you onto the dancefloor and into his arms. His hands are very gentle as he leads you through the steps with practiced ease. When the song ends you expect him to let go of you, but to your surprise he doesn't. "Come with me to the balcony. We can chat a little better out there." He says, a light hand on your lower back, leading you from the bustling crowd.

Lady Sif: "Hello? Is there anyone in here?" calls a females voice from the doorway of the armoury.

"Yes! One moment!" You call back from the curtained half of the room. You put the blade you were mending onto a nearby anvil before wiping your hands on your apron. You slip past the curtain and are faced with the legendary warrior Lady Sif. "Hello, Lady Sif! What can I do for you this morning?" you greet, heart fluttering in your chest.

"Hello, my blade is becoming slightly dull right here along the edge. Could you sharpen it for me quickly? And it's late afternoon now, sweetie." she teases, pointing to a spot along her sword’s edge.

"Is it really?! Wow! I've been back there all day mending blades, so I guess I really wouldn't know all too well. I'll go sharpen that for you now, shouldn't take long." You take her sword from her and walk back behind the curtain. Grabbing your sharpening stone you quickly sharpen the dull part off the edge before wiping off residue of the stone with bottom of your apron. You walk back out to the woman and hand her the weapon back which she sheats with ease.

"Thank you..?"

"Oh, sorry! My name is Y/N!" you giggle, holding your hand out for her to shake. She shakes your hand and smiles lightly at you.

"Nice to meet you Y/N. I'll see you another time, sweetie." she winks at you before leaving. You jaw drops as you stare after her.

Stephen Strange: "Who's that?" asks Stephen, pointing at a woman floating ten feet above the ground as she meditates. He points to her floating form, confusion etched onto his face.

"That is Y/N. She is one of most advanced people here other than the Ancient One. She's been here for years and refuses to leave. The Ancient One continuously reminds us to stay away from her when she meditates, she can hurt you immensely without an eye opening. So stay the fuck away from her, Strange. I know she is gorgeous but she is not one to be fucking with. The woman could kill you in a heartbeat," warns Wong, as he watches you float with ease.

"How long has she been here?"

"Roughly six years if I remember correctly. She came here in worse shape than you. I remember her first day clearly. She refused to speak to any of us, but was clearly accepting all the information, unlike you did,"

"How powerful is she?"

"No one really knows, she refuses to spar or demonstrate any form of power. She also isn't one for speaking to strangers. Someone she tolerates would have to introduce you to her, though this is one of the few times a month she leaves her room."

"Does she not leave her room very often?"

"No, she doesn't. She isn't one for people or disturbances. Shit, she is going to hit the branch! Fuck she's gonna be pissed at lunch."

Carol Danvers: "Fury, who's the newbie at the computer?" asks Carol.

"That is Agent Y/L/N. She's been here for a few months now, she's not all that new. She's a great field agent and she's comfortable behind a desk. She works really well with most of the agents I've paired her with, except Hill. The pair of them despise each other for some reason. I find it extremely amusing to force Y/L/N to sit in a briefing or debriefing held by Hill. All the kid does is roll her eyes at her and Hill glares at the kid the entire time."

"Cute. I'm going to ask her on a date. She seems my type. When's her next day off?" asks Carol, glancing towards Nick.

"Thursday. Her next day off is Thursday."

"Thanks Nick!" she says, walking towards you. "Hey, I'm Carol Danvers. Nice to meet you." she perches on the edge of your desk.

You glance up at her and gape. After a moment you collect yourself enough to actually speak to the woman in front of you. "Hi, I- I'm Y/N! It's nice to meet you Miss. Danvers! Is there something you need?"

"Yeah actually. I was wondering if you would wanna go on a date with me. Just something small, to get coffee or something. I was thinking this Thursday, if you like?"

"Uh, yeah I'm off Thursday so, why not! Where do you want to meet?"

"Oh, no. Give me your number, text me your address and I'll pick you up at eight." She hands you her phone and you quickly type your number in. "There, I texted you. Text me sometime, cutie."

T'Challa: As you slip out of your office building you notice a small crowd around a single man. You roll your eyes as you walk down the street. Throwing your hood up against the slight wind, you keep your head down. "Hey! Hands up!" yells one of the men.

Your head jerks up as you look behind you, thinking they were talking to someone else. "What?" you ask confused, seeing that you were the only other person on the street.

"Put your hands up!" the same man yells again.

"No! Fuck off! I'm just trying to go home! I'm not doing anything illegal." You shout back, stepping onto the road to walk around the group. After you walk past them you hear a slight muttering from the group.

"But Your highness-"

"No! Ma'am! Could I have a moment of your time?" calls a kind voice behind you. You stop in your tracks and turn back to face the man speaking.

"What is it? I've been at work since six this morning, I'm tired and I really just want to go home." you say, looking up at the man in front of you, eye bags prominent under your eyes.

"This won't take long. I just wanted to apologize for the way my men reacted. My name is T'Challa, I'm the King of Wakanda, I just wanted to give you my number. You're a very beautiful woman and you're clearly very hard working. That is the type of person I like to put myself around. If you ever need a break from the city, send me a message." says the man, handing you card with a phone number scrawled on it.

"Thank you sir. Apology accepted. I might just take you up on that offer," you say as you turn away from him. You slip the piece of paper into your pocket as you continue to walk down the empty street.

A.N: I know Pepper's wasn't necessarily their first time meeting but it's cute so oh well

[moonssugar]

(sigh). let me preface this by saying i don’t defend jessica drew or miguel or peter b. parker for what they did and how they did so thats going to color what i think about them. before anyone starts shit, im black as well and i do not like jessica drew. i think people have valid reasons to dislike her that arent just chalked up to fandom racism. i also think the movie narrative wise wants audiences to criticize her, peter and miguel, but instead people fawn over miguel and ignore the crimes. its complicated but because all three of those characters are flawed their actions can be critiqued, yes that includes jessica

lets break some of this down starting with the last part

that’s why shes like I can’t help you - its like when youre a little kid acting bad as hell and ur mama is like 'iight wait till ur dad get home just wait’ and youre like 'FUCK’ because u didn’t listen to her and now have to deal with him

you know this actually rubbed me the wrong way for a lot of reasons. one reason is my belief that not only is miguel, the guy in charge of the whole spider society, is fundamentally wrong, projecting his mistakes onto miles and overall making spider society a negative environment. the second reason is parenting and since we’re talking about atsv, mentorship. see this example which is being used as an analogy here is actually a perfect example of bad parenting because — the child in question is living in fear of their father and the mother uses that fear to get the child to obey. the issue here is the use of power imbalance (parent over child) and the use of fear. i don’t believe children should be raised with fear or be afraid of their parents and that makes me anomaly in a lot of ways (see what i did there). the only reason this phrase works is because the child has an instilled fear of their father already but instead of addressing this mothers (and often black mothers, yes ive experienced this as a child) use it to their advantage. 

in the case of jessica whos going to be a mother eventually and was a mentor before that, she never questions why gwen should be and is afraid of miguel, ie she never questions why her boss has 15 year old children and hundreds or thousands of grown ass adults extremely afraid of him. she doesn’t question his violent behavior in much the same way mothers don’t question the father’s violent and intimidating behavior they just use it to control the child if we want to expand that analogy. she doesn’t question the position she’s in, she just either tries to shield gwen from it whiles its looming threat remains (and doesn’t shield miles at all but we’ll get to this in a second) or throw up her hands when “dad” gets home and says “i can’t help you” when shit finally hits the fan. “i can’t help you” meaning “i am not going to intervene” meaning “if miguel gets mad at you then its your problem” meaning “if i intervene i may suffer consequences myself”. she warns gwen...instead of questioning why she warns her and why she’s using it to keep gwen in line with what miguel envisions. she knows what will happen to gwen if she goes back to her own dimension and jessica uses that too. she never questions miguel if his methods or goal or means to an end are good or not. she seems perfectly content with this system. thats one my problems with jessica drew (and why alternatively i love hobie brown so much)

now, i am not ignoring the fact that jessica is pregnant and wants a future for her baby or that peter b. parker already has a mayday and wants to keep her safe from the danger miguel has described to them. i want to point out that miguel is using these to manipulate them into cooperating by implying that they will also loose their family like he did (ignoring the fact that she was never truly that 2099 miguel’s daughter in the first place but whatever). its a good, effective threat but we have to see that it is a threat and that is how miguel is holding everything together: through fear and collective trauma. a structure like that is bound to fall apart in the ugliest and most damaging of ways. jessica is a part of that structure, a quite integral part of it actually since she's so close to miguel. she plays her part and lets it continue.

second thing about why i dislike jessica: we’re all focused on how jessica interacts with gwen because she’s seen with gwen the most but nobody is talking about the fact that jessica willingly lead miles to miguel knowing what she already knows miguel thinks about him and that her shitty boss miguel o’hara physically assaulted — beat up — a black boy, almost killing him on a chase that not only jessica was a part of but fully endorsed and encouraged his friend (her trainee) to help with. a grown black woman allowed a young black boy to be physically assaulted, chased and entrapped on her watch without ever questioning if this was the right path, the right way to do things, morally right or ethically right. of all the characters she looks out for, jessica looks out for miles the least which is astonishing to me. again, shes just a black woman doing her job, right? she threw him under the bus with no hesitation and then did the same to gwen once miles escaped. jessica drew flaked not on just one teenager but two in the same day. this is the biggest and second reason i dislike jessica drew. because if i were in her position i would not tolerate that, miles being an "anomaly" or not, as a black person i would not allow it. i think the violence miles experiences at the climax of this movie is coded in a specific way and thats purposeful. when rio talked to her son, she meant people like miguel and jessica. unfortunately, just because miles has two things in common with jessica doesnt mean she wants to see him succeed. as the old saying goes...you know which one.

completely different rant beneath the cut because this is responding not to op but a reblog from them which got on my last nerve. dont read unless you want to be genuinely angry lol

minor thing: ive been reading tags that are saying “oh yall are just mad jessica wont defend the white girl or cater to the white girl” when the white girl in question is in danger of imprisonment if she returns home and also is a teenager. like what the fuck. im sorry, if jessica drew was actually a good mentor that still wouldnt make her a mammy stereotype but just say you think the idea nurturing black women are just mammies. an adult black mentor taking care of a white teenager trainee isnt what a fucking mammy is holy shit none of yall know what that stereotype is if youre saying that. honestly if thats all you see in jessica maybe the issue is with you actually. showing compassion and intervening with child abuse doesnt make you a mammy if youre a black woman while doing it holy fucking shit rant over

Y’all get mad at Jessica - the black Woman doing her job and trying to hold the multiverse together so her baby can have a universe to live in more than y’all blame Peter, the whites man who knew and trained Miles and still chose to believe he was an anomaly.

Like Peter TAUGHT Miles how to swing and he still was like ‘oh yeah miguel that makes sense yeah miles isn’t suppose to be spiderman’ HOW

[drewstarky]

Photo Opportunities

Word Count: 2.7k

Pairing(s): Tom Holland x Actress!Reader

Warnings: FLUFF with a slightly (barely) suggestive sentence towards the end 

A/n: damn I can't write anything except actress reader? smh but this is for @londonspidey ‘s sit-com Writing challenge (ik I'm early lol) but I was so excited I wrote the whole thing in one go lmao the prompt is bolded!

Calling yourself a fan was an understatement. You were obsessed with anything and everything marvel. And oddly enough, you could after today say you were in the club. It wasn’t a public fact yet, until later that day actually, at the Marvel panel at comic con that you were being announced as the actress for the character, Felica Hardy and no one else knew except for the people who cast you and your best friend who signed an NDA. You were technically still a known actress for your roles on television mainly as Thalia on the PJO Disney + series and a couple of still decently sized films. 

You were currently wrapping up signing autographs for fans of yours for today. Your team had planned it out so it wasn’t suspicious that you were at the con with a few of your castmates scattered doing other junkets and press so people wouldn’t guess who they were acting as the cast for new marvel projects. 

You had been planning to go meet your best friend, who wasn’t in the industry before getting a text that she bought you both a photo-op with someone and she wouldn’t tell you who. You couldn’t only assume it was a marvel actor that you would indeed, freak out. 

Y/b/n: btw I brought you a mask. I get the wig lol.

You: please tell me it doesn’t cover my full face. Also, how are we posing?

Y/b/n: I bought as many photo ops as I could so a lot of different ones, And if I tell you the poses it’ll spoil it.

You: is this with the money I pay you to be my assistant with? Lol fine I’m omw with security

Y/b/n: maybe… 

Y/b/n: and they’ll need more backup security for who we’re getting a photo op with than you do for your hellfire.

You roll your eyes before taking your stuff and exiting the booth, before heading out the backways with staff security and your detailed security for the day. You only had security because you wanted to explore the con when you weren’t needed.

Your best friend had also been your assistant for the con weekend, but you didn’t want her to be confined to you the whole three days so when she could, you would let her explore it, at least she could experience it as a fan, right?

When you made it to that part of the building, you wanted to wait in line with her, which your security didn’t agree to so she texted you when there were about five people ahead of her. She was one of the last in line, with you asking her to be kind, so others would get their chance to be first with whomever it was. 

When she texted you and your detailed exit, getting a few stares and others taking their phones out to either take photos or tweet, you wave at them before joining your best friend in line.

“Here,” she says before handing you none other than a black cat mask before she puts on a red wig. 

You glare at her slightly trying to not make a scene, before putting it on. 

“I’m assuming you're Mary Jane?” you laugh figuring out that it had to be someone from Spider-Man.

“How’d you- never mind.” She laughs with you.

She then explains how she’s going to pose for your five photo ops, joking in between how she should “get a raise for this”.

You catch sight of him before sucking in your breath. This was either going to go down amazingly or terribly, there was no in-between with you. 

“Excuse Me, are you Y/n Y/l/n?”

You turn around and are met by some fans who were standing in line behind you.

“I am! How’s your con going?” you ask politely to the two of them.

“It's going amazing! We love you as Thalia! Could we maybe get a picture? Only if it’s okay?”

“Of course! Thank you for supporting me!” your best friend grabs their phone to take the photo, before you take off the mask, and stand between the two fans, and your best friend snaps a few photos. 

“Thank you so much! And Are you fans of Tom?”

You start slowly walking back to catch up to the line. 

“Yeah, I love him as Spiderman, but I also enjoy his other roles. He's very talented, I'd love to work with him one day!” 

“Have you seen him in Uncharted?  We love Him as Nathan drake!”

“I have, he was amazing per usual! How are you two posing with him?”

They show you their innovative pose. You laugh and tell them it's great before you have to wish them goodbye before heading up for your turn for the photo op. 

“How do we want to pose- hang on, I recognize you!”

You freeze slightly before your friend mouths for you to flirt. You look down at the mask in your hand before getting into character and saying “Of course you do Spidey, I'm always causing you trouble.” you put on the mask and wink. 

He seems slightly stunned, laughing, feeling like he’s seen you somewhere, not only because he found you extremely gorgeous, while in his peripheral vision he sees his brother/ assistant, Harry waving like a madman on the side. 

Your friend directs you both through the poses, first, one both him putting “webs” onto you as she looks over his shoulder, the second one, both of you kissing his cheeks, the third, all jumping in the air in your best superhero poses, the fourth one she gets a photo op alone and the last one she gives to you,

“Seriously, who are you?”

“Your Wildest dreams, baby,” you say, taking off the mask. 

Your best friend yells “freestyle” from the sidelines before Tom dips you, gently, with you shocked, holding the mask out with your free arm and the photo captures that moment. 

 He gently helps you stand back up fully, not before you drop the mask.

“Nice moves Spider-Man.”

“Not so bad yourself, Black Cat.”

You laugh before, taking off with your best friend, well more her dragging you to the printing station leaving the mask behind. Tom picks it up before shoving it in his back pocket to hopefully give back if he could find you. 

-

`You were sitting in the green room, trending on Twitter before you were actually supposed to be trending on Twitter, and god knows where else.  

Someone had snuck a video of you and Tom, up till him dipping you, and a video of you interacting with the fans in the line.

Your Y/b/n was currently reading off some tweets out loud

“‘A kind queen we stan.’  I agree, I also agree with ‘Date her if you can't date me tom!!!’.

‘THALIA AND PETER PARKER??? My two fandoms have collided.’ same, same. Oo this one says, ‘if she ain’t playing black cat I will sue marvel.’ I'm dying at the reply ‘She needs to post the photos or I'll sue her!’. This one’s funny, ‘she could squash him like a bug in heels but he liked his queen like that.’.”

She pauses watching you texting.

“Y/n? Y/n?”

“What? Sorry I was only half listening. I was texting my publicist. She said to stay on the DL until tonight. 

“Well we should get food, you haven't eaten since this morning.”

“By the way, your show has shot to number one on Disney +. Also, you have like three times the followers you had before, probably cause you're trending on every platform, even Tumblr!”

“Wow you should just become my social media manager now.” you joke trying to ease the joy yet weirded out feeling in your stomach.

“Does that come with a raise? Because after today I've spent way too much of what I'm paid.” she jokes back.

-

After finishing his photo ops Tom asked Harry who she was and to find out. By the time he finished autographs for the day, Tom and Harry walked to the panel room in the back for announcements, one that included him for the new Avengers movie, while Harry gave him the rundown.

“So she’s an actress, she plays Thalia on Disney plus’ Percy Jackson series, and that's her most known project. The other girl with her is her assistant best friend, and now she's trending everywhere. People dug up some old photos of her being a marvel/Spider-Man fan, so there's that. And she's here at the con for the rest of the weekend. She's doing photo ops tomorrow at one, and yes she's single from what I gather since you were looking at her like this.” he makes a weird face before tom smacks him.

“And plus you have time in your schedule to get a photo op with her, that is if you eat lunch quickly.”

That gave Tom an idea. 

“Harry I’m going to need you to book me one, oh and help me find a Spider-Man costume!” He says, before leaving harry to do ‘assistant’ work. entering the green room for the announcements, watching them announce a new movie.

“We are so excited to announce to the Marvel Universe, and spider-verse-” that perked tom’s ears, “-directed by Gina Prince-Bythewood, and today we are announcing our amazing Miss Felicia Hardy, please give a warm welcome to the stage, Your Black Cat!”

You suddenly emerged in an aisle way, dressed in all black with a leather jacket, black ankle boots, and of course black sunglasses indoors.

The music is marvel music until it suddenly changes after a recorded laugh from you into “I can’t be tamed by Miley Cyrus”.

You start owning the music while saying hi and touching fans’ hands. You decide to take off your sunglasses and throwing them to a fan, for them to keep, before getting on stage.

“What a Performance from the one the only Y/n Y/l/n!”

You laugh, being met with the loudest applause you had heard all con before being handed a Mic. 

“Thank you but I'm a terrible dancer.” You Joke.

Tom was staring at the screen stunned. You had been the black cat all along. You were in the marvel universe and spidey one,  so he'd definitely be seeing more of you. The hard part is that you seemed so genuine when you talked, interacted with fans and was no doubt, stunning. 

“Better close your mouth or the flies will get in.” Tom turns around to find the voice of none other than his friend slash bully, Sebastian Stan, along with Anthony Mackie.

“Looks like the kid has a crush!” Anthony laughs, pointing to the screen you were on.

“I-I don’t! I don’t even know her!” Tom tries to come to his own defense, hopelessly.

“She’s got you whipped already don’t even deny it.” Harry comes in, joining the teasing of one, Tom Holland.

“Maybe we can invite her out for drinks tonight, then fanboy over here can meet her, and then probably scare her off!” Anthony mentions.

“You haven’t looked on the internet? They’ve already met.” Seb says, before showing Anthony twitter. 

Anthony stands there slightly shocked before bursting into laughter.

“Well, she’s damn well a keeper for Tom since she obviously likes him.”

A staff member peaks their head in the green room to tell Tom he’s up next.

“Well, that’s my cue to leave you two!”

On the other hand, you were on an adrenaline high from being on stage, and seeing all the fans. You knew tomorrow was going to be crazy, as you expected people to book your photo op left and right since the announcement. 

You had decided to decline an offer from your fellow marvel universe castmates, Sebastian Stan and Anthony Mackie, which they so graciously told you that whenever you’re free, the offer still stood. 

You had gotten to your hotel room seeing your phone blowing up on the social media apps for the second time that day. 

You responded to the important stuff, before heading to bed, knowing it was going to be hectic.

-

You had been right, it was absolutely insane, the number of people who showed up. You had fully booked all your time slots for photo ops. You had seen so many people dressed up in marvel cosplay, ranging from Loki to Ironman, even some people dressed up as your character, which was wildly insane to see.

You had been nearing the end of the line and had enjoyed every moment with the fans, and you couldn’t wait for your autographing session later that day, to truly get a chance to talk to the fans and connect with them and how they felt about you being their beloved Black Cat. 

After a few more photos, posing how they wanted, you see a fully dressed, head to toe, mask and all, Spider-Man. You had seen some spider-mans but most took off their masks to snap a picture. The person was the last in line. 

“Hey Black Cat.” The southern American accented voice tells you, seeming very familiar. 

“Hey, Spider, what poses do you have up your sleeve?” you ask kindly.

“I bought a few, Cat.” they laugh.

“Okay, You can do whatever a spider can right?” you pull out a line out of the comics jokingly.

“I can do flips if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Is that some kind of nerd pick-up line? Because it’s only kind of working.” you laugh. 

“I really can, but this is one.”

He gets down on one knee, holding a black cat mask instead of a ring. The photographer captures the shocked expression on your face.

“I- Don’t- What- Spider I-” 

“Ow My feelings…” Suddenly their voice changes into a British accent before they pull off the mask to reveal-

“Tom?”

“I guess you don’t have a spidey sense darling?” The photographer captures the moment without warning eating the moment up. 

You laugh at that. 

“I guess you found out my true identity Spider. And it’s nice to officially meet you, Tom.”

He laughs, just as nervous as you, he notices he has gotten closer to you and a strand of hair loosely is blowing in your face, so naturally, he pushes it behind your ear. Another snap of the camera can be heard. 

“NOW KISS!” a voice belonging to your best friend yells from the side, mid-eating a churro.

You both laugh really hard at that.

The both of you calm down, slowly leaning lost in the moment. The camera snaps again. You both look at the photographer weirded out, and they just shrug.

“Wait can you actually do a flip?” you ask, pulling away, not wanting prying eyes aka the photographer, to pry in your business. 

“I can, though I’d show you later, maybe in the greenroom?”

“That sounds naughty, but, sure.” you joke around. 

He laughs before, you both take off from the area going to grab the photos.

-

After spending most of the day together when you could, you get Tom’s number, before heading back to your hotel room. He texts you as soon as you get back. 

Spider: I had fun today, minus finding our assistants making out.

You: we should ‘snog’ too, it’ll gross them out ;)

You: I had fun too btw. Are you leaving tomorrow?

Spider: lol we should. And yeah an early flight, 6 am to be exact. Hbu?

You: Yeah me too... another day another dollar lol

Spider: ill miss you, Cat.

You: stop talking like we’ll never see each other again lol. As a matter of fact, come to my room, we’re watching a movie!

Spider: alright, I’ll order snacks. 

  You sigh smiling at your phone. You haven’t felt this giddy in a long time.

Your phone pings with a few Instagram notifications.

Tomholland2013 has started following you.

Tomholland2013 has tagged you in a photo.

You open Instagram to find the photo of him “proposing” to you posted.

“Ow, my leg, my- feelings...Welcome to the Universe, Cat.” the photo is captioned. You decide to post, the photo of him dipping you.

“So what do you say, Spider? Wanna help me pull off the Heist of the Heist of the Century?” you caption it, Before getting comfortable to watch a movie. 

What an opportunity ;)

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@lolooo22 @webmeupspiderdaddy @harryhollandsgirlfriend @spideyspeaches @greenorangevioletgrass @queenofthepouges @sheranatic111 @keithseabrook27

[clara-licht]

You Belong With Me

Part of Best of Me Series

Summary: 5 times (Y/n) Stark felt jealous and 1 time it was Peter’s turn. (set before Just Out of Touch, can be read as a standalone)

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Word Count: 4.1k

Warning: mention of blood and maggots

Note: after a whole year, it’s finally here! Here’s another story set in the world of Just Out of Touch! This story can be read as a standalone, but reading JOOT might give you a bit more context. But if you haven’t read it, spoiler for JOOT, Hecate is (y/n)’s vigilante persona. (Y/n)’s pronouns are she/they, where they is specifically used when they’re out as Hecate. Since this story focuses on (y/n) and not Hecate, I used she/her throughout the story. In future stories both she and they will be used when there are both (y/n) and Hecate. Without further ado, enjoy the story!

Title Inspo: Taylor Swift - You Belong With Me

Best of Me Masterlist | Marvel Masterlist | Main Masterlist

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1: Compliment

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(Y/n) side-glanced at Peter who was pacing back and forth in her room. She let him mumble and curse at himself while she laid on her bed, bored.

"Oh I'm so stupid! How could I have done that?! Ugh, she must hate me now!"

She rolled her eyes. "You're not stupid, Pete. You're in STEM school by scholarship for a reason, you know."

Peter stopped his pacing to look at (y/n) with his big doe eyes and panicked expression. "That's got nothing to do with this!" He exclaimed.

Rolling her eyes again, she asked, "What did you do again?"

He groaned and banged his head on her bed, mumbling something.

"What?"

"I complimented her skirt."

If she had to roll her eyes again, her eyeballs would probably be stuck that way.

"What's so bad about that?" She asked.

Peter didn't even lift his head from the soft duvet. "I sounded like a pervert, (y/n)!" He groaned. "She totally knew I've been checking her out the entire year!"

(Y/n) shook her head exasperatedly. "You couldn't have known that. You just complimented one piece of clothing, Peter. She wouldn't know you've been staring at her clothes every day."

Peter only let out another groan and turned over, pulling the duvet to cover his face. "No, she definitely knows!"

"What did you say, exactly?"

"I said the color suits her and asked if it's new…"

"…So?"

He removed the duvet and stared incredulously at her. "What do you mean, so?"

(Y/n) shrugged. "I don't see what's so bad about that. I mean, it's flattering?"

"Oh, you don't get it!" Peter threw his head back. "I asked if it's new! Meaning that I already know her clothes and noticed that I've never seen that skirt before!"

"Now that you said it like that, you do sound like a pervert."

"UGH!"

Chuckling, (y/n) lifted the duvet and removed it from Peter, eyes glowing soft blue. "Calm down, Spidey. What did she say?"

"I don't know. I ran away afterwards."

Her chuckle turned into a full-on laugh as Peter turned away with a pout, hoping to hide his flaming face.

In between her laugh, she shuffled closer to the boy and ran her fingers gently between his hair. "Well, if it was me, I wouldn't think much about it. I would just be flattered that you think a skirt looks good on me."

Still pouting, Peter mumbled, "But it's not you."

Her laughter ceased, replaced with a slightly sorrowful smile.

"But it's not me." She agreed.

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2: Jokes

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"What's taking him so long?" Happy grumbled.

"It's only been 10 minutes."

"10 minutes too long!"

(Y/n) only hummed and looked out the window. “It’s high school, Happy. It’s where he socializes with his friends, of course it’s going to take time.”

“Not if I can help it.” He muttered.

Shaking her head fondly, her eyes swept through the entrance of Midtown High, trying to see if the young vigilante was anywhere near them. Today was a scheduled lab day and she volunteered to pick him up with Happy. Since she already finished any lessons she had for the day Tony had let her go.

As she kept watch, she couldn’t help but feel a little bittersweet. Sure, she enjoyed her studies online, but she knew that she was missing that typical high school experience. Going to classes, eating lunch in the cafeteria, walking home with friends… But she was also aware that it was all for her safety.

The woes of having a famous father.

(Y/n) was shaken off her thoughts when she finally noticed Ned among the students in front of the school. If Ned was there, then Peter was surely not far.

Sure enough, she could spot a familiar tuft of brown hair right behind Ned.

And apparently he wasn’t alone.

Peter was talking with a girl facing his way. (Y/n) couldn’t see her face but she had a good idea of who she was.

Peter had a shy smile on his lips and his cheeks were nearly blossoming, if (y/n) could say so. In true Peter fashion, he seemed to be stumbling upon his words and spoke a mile per minute. The girl seems as though she didn’t mind as she was laughing along. And yet, unlike the oblivious Peter she was used to, this Peter looked at the girl as if she was a goddess sent to the earth to absolve every sinner from their fated doom. This Peter smiled at her as if she handpicked each star to light up the darkest night.

His darkest night.

(Y/n) unconsciously took a sharp breath when she saw the girl laughing so hard she had to hold onto Peter to stabilize herself. The way she clutched Peter’s arm and the color on Peter’s cheeks…

“There he is! Call him, tell him to hurry up.”

“Just… Just give him a minute, will you, Happy?” She mumbled, eyes never leaving Peter. She was unaware of Happy glancing at her with a frown on his forehead. Like her, he did notice that Peter had a girl with him. He just hadn’t yet connected it to why (y/n) looked off.

As (y/n) sat there looking at the window, the tight feeling in her chest kept getting more painful as time went. On one hand, she would love to get out of the car and go to him, replacing the girl’s position beside Peter. But on the other hand, she knew that things didn’t work that way.

‘He’s happy, that’s all that matters, right?’

She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn’t notice Peter already saying his goodbyes and approaching the car. It was only when Peter sat beside her that she was shaken off her trails.

“Hey, you good?” He asked.

(Y/n) smiled, a hint of sorrow that Peter didn’t notice on her lips.

“Of course, why wouldn’t I be?”

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3: Flirt

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The silence was quite awkward, if (y/n) must say.

Tony was out on a conference of some sort in Japan, and as much as (y/n) would love to visit the country, her father couldn’t literally pay her to sit through that conference with him. While she would inherit the company one day, she’d avoid any stuffy meetings if she could.

That day was another scheduled lab day for Peter, though. Tony had forgotten to tell him to reschedule, so he still went to the tower. Peter was going to leave until (y/n) called Tony and he told Peter to just mess around in the lab.

And there they were. In Tony Stark’s personal lab. Just the two of them (along with Dum-E).

(Y/n) could tell something was off with Peter. The first sign was when he said he would go home when he heard Tony wasn’t there. Usually he’d just stay and watch a movie with her. And now he was all quiet while fiddling with his webshooters.

Of course, one could say that perhaps he was focused on fixing or upgrading it, but (y/n) knew that there was nothing wrong with his webshooters and they already installed the upgrade a couple weeks ago. They hadn’t come up with new ideas since then.

“Hey, Pete?”

“Hm?” He didn’t even look up.

“Is there anything in your mind?”

“Huh? No, nothing.” Peter mumbled, still fiddling with his webshooters.

(Y/n) frowned. Something was not right, indeed.

A few minutes passed with silence between them. (Y/n) kept sneaking glances at Peter and Peter kept toying around with the shooters on his wrist. He wasn’t even doing anything. His eyes were unfocused and he was deep in thoughts.

Heaving a sigh, (y/n) removed the goggles she had on. She was doing a project for SI, but it could wait.

“Okay, let’s talk about this,” she said.

Peter finally looked up and stared at her, confused. “Talk about what?”

“Well, this,” she said again, gesturing at Peter.

“...you’re gesturing at all of me.”

“Of course I’m gesturing at all of you! You’re acting weird!”

“No I’m not.”

“Yes you are! You’re so quiet and you kept playing with your webshooters! Is there something wrong with them or what? You look like you’re thinking so hard and we both know you’re smart enough to not have to think that hard about your shooters!”

Peter didn’t say anything for a while as he stared at (y/n), eyes slightly furrowed.

“Well?” (Y/n) prompted. “You know you can talk to me about anything, right?”

Peter sighed and bit his lip. He looked up, as if pondering whether or not he should tell (y/n) about what was on his mind.

“It’s, uh, it’s about Liz.”

(Y/n) heart dropped.

“W-What about her?” She asked, feigning ignorance.

The frown made another appearance on Peter’s forehead. His fingers returned to the webshooter strapped on his wrist and started fiddling again. It was then that (y/n) noticed that this was his way of fidgeting. He used to fiddle with his fingers and then it was with his shooters.

“Well, I saw her today…”

“...and?”

“She, um…” Peter swallowed. “She was, uh, flirting, I think? With Flash.”

By some miracle, instead of feeling that tightness in her chest from the mention of her, she felt truly confused. “Flash? The same Flash that picks on you and doesn't believe in your internship?”

“Uh, yeah…?”

“Why would she? Doesn’t she know what kind of person he is?”

Peter laughed dryly. “He’s rich, (y/n).”

“And so am I, what about it?” (Y/n) raised an eyebrow. “I’m not as obnoxious as that guy, am I?”

“Of course not. You may be getting a big head, though.” He teased with a grin.

(Y/n) only swatted at his arm.

(It took every single will in her not to make a dirty joke then and there, telling herself it wasn’t appropriate for the topic.)

“Anyway! Why did you think she was flirting with him?” (Y/n) asked, ignoring the tight feeling that finally arrived despite the miracle earlier.

“Remember last week? When you picked me up with Happy?”

(Y/n) nodded. ‘How could I not?’ She thought bitterly.

“I don’t know if you saw, but uhh we were flirting, I think?”

“You think?”

“Well, Ned said we were…” Peter mumbled. “We were joking around and she kinda laughed so hard she had to hold onto me…” He recounted, a blush starting to make its way on his cheeks.

(Y/n) took a deep breath to try and calm her erratic heart. Her heart felt like it was sinking with each word coming out of Peter’s mouth. Had she not been a strong-willed young woman with experience in keeping her face neutral, she was 100% sure her eyes would be all watery by now. Not that she didn’t feel the burn on her eyes as she pretended not to hear Peter whispering ‘her hand was so soft’.

“And was she doing the same with Flash?” She asked, and again, by miracle, her voice didn’t crack.

Peter’s hand fell from his wrist and he nodded dejectedly.

“I thought she liked me, you know?” He muttered. Unlike her, Peter was an open book. He was never good at hiding his expression that it was a wonder that his secret identity was still intact. (Y/n) could clearly hear the pain in his voice.

It honestly infuriated her how easy it was for him to affect her.

(Y/n) cleared her throat. “Don’t take it to heart, Pete. Maybe she was just being friendly with him.”

“Or maybe she was just being friendly with me.” Peter mumbled, still dejected.

It filled her heart with grief that he could make such a pained expression in front of her. Had it been her, she could say with certainty that she would never let this boy in front of her go without a smile. But then again, who was she to do that? It wasn’t her that he wanted to put that smile on him.

And so, with a heavy heart and a smile hiding sorrow behind it, she told him, “Why don’t you ask her to do something with you? Like a date?”

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4: Date

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“(Y/n)? Where’s Peter?” Pepper immediately asked when she saw (y/n) lounging alone on the couch.

(Y/n) shrugged half-heartedly, shoving a spoonful of her favorite cookies and cream ice cream to her mouth. An older season of CSI: Miami was playing on the screen in front of her. She kept eating her ice cream unbothered as the screen showed a bloody corpse full of maggots. Oh, apparently it wasn’t a corpse and she was still alive. Who would’ve thought?

“Don’t you guys usually spend Sundays together?” Pepper asked again.

(Y/n) mumbled something that Pepper couldn’t hear.

“Sorry, what?”

“He has a date.”

Pepper blinked once. “A date?”

(Y/n) nodded.

“With… who?”

“...a girl from his school. An upperclassman.”

“Huh… Is that so?” Pepper hummed, taking a seat beside the young Stark.

She glanced at the angsty teen, still enjoying her ice cream accompanied by a pool of blood and maggot and David Caruso on the screen. “How are you feeling?”

“What do you mean? I’m totally fine.” (Y/n) answered through a mouthful of sugary dairy.

“I don’t think so, honey.” Pepper smiled at her, taking the tub away.

(Y/n) didn’t bother to answer, stubbornly keeping her eyes on the screen.

“I always thought both of you would end up together. What happened?” Pepper tried to ask.

“Us ending up together, huh?” (Y/n) chuckled dryly. “Not a chance, Pep.”

“Why do you say that?”

(Y/n) turned to the CEO of the company that one day would be hers. “Have you looked at Peter? Really looked at him?” She asked. “Because if you have, then you’d know that his eyes were never on me. Not once.”

Sighing, she reached to take back the tub of ice cream from Pepper. “A friend is all I am to him.” She muttered.

(Y/n) was perfectly fine with returning to her angsty mood accompanied by ice cream and crime lab, but apparently Pepper was not.

Pepper stood up and asked FRIDAY to turn the screen off.

“Aw, Pep! Why did you do that!” (Y/n) whined, not unlike a child getting her toy taken away.

“No wallowing in self pity, young lady. Now up you go! We’re going out.”

She groaned and plopped her face on the couch.

To say she would regret going out would be an understatement.

Because an hour on her outing with Pepper, she actually saw Peter on his date.

He was wearing a shirt and grey sweater, like how he wore to school, though the collar was neat. He definitely combed and gelled his hair. She didn’t like it, to be honest. (Y/n) always loved his curls that would fall to his eyes when it got a bit too long. She loved the soft unruly strands that felt silky when she ran her fingers through them.

Peter and his date, Liz, were in a cafe together. It was a cute and aesthetically pleasing one too. (Y/n) was in the Italian restaurant right across the street. Pepper sat with her back to the glass window, so she couldn’t see them, but it was as clear as the sky for (y/n).

And (y/n) wanted to look away, she really did. Yet for some reason, she just couldn’t stop staring at the happy couple. She watched as Liz reached a hand out to wipe something off the corner of Peter’s lips. She watched as Peter laughed shyly. She watched as he hesitantly tried to hold Liz’s hand on the table. She watched as Liz grinned and took his hand in hers.

She watched as they smiled at each other like they were the only people in the world and she was nothing but a speck of dust.

She watched, with bitter heart and a sorrowful smile as she told herself, as long as he’s happy, right?

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5: Broken Heart

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How could this have happened?

They were having such a great time together!

So why...?

“Peter, I’m so sorry…”

“It’s not your fault, why are you sorry?”

“I was the one who pushed you to ask her on a date…”

Peter chuckled. He tried to look unbothered, but he was still so easy to read. (Y/n) could basically hear the pieces of his broken heart rattling around as he moved.

It hurt her more than seeing him with her.

“Well, you couldn’t have known everything, (y/n),” Peter said. “Besides, at least I tried, you know?”

(Y/n) bit her lip.

Logically, she should be happy, shouldn’t she? Liz had told Peter that she wanted to remain friends, that she couldn’t be with him. That meant Peter was free for the whole world. Whether or not she had a chance was something else entirely. And yet, she felt extremely guilty.

“I’m okay, really!” Peter grinned with a fake cheerfulness. “I had a great time and I appreciate her telling me the truth instead of leading me on. I’m sure we’ll remain great friends even after this.”

‘But you were never great friends with her…’

“I guess she’s just trying to focus on her studies, you know? Since she’s a senior and all.”

‘But she did lead you on…’

“And you know what they say, there are plenty more fish in the sea!”

‘But you were so fixated on her…’

Peter’s eyes softened when he realized how quiet (y/n) was. “I’m really alright, (y/n). It’s not your fault at all.”

“Besides,” he grinned, this time genuine, “Maybe now it’s my turn to help you find someone! Your help was greatly appreciated and now I can return the favor!”

(Y/n) refrained from smiling sardonically at the irony. The only way he could help her find someone was if he magically fell in love with her, but she knew better than to be wishful like that.

“Thank you, Pete, but that won’t be necessary.”

“Whaaaaat why? I can give great love advice!”

“Yeah? Like what?” She raised an eyebrow.

“Uhh…”

“Exactly.”

“Anyway! When you find someone, tell me, okay? I’ll try my best to help you, since you were so helpful to me.”

Helpful, huh?

Why can’t you see it?

How badly I want to say those words?

Instead, (Y/n) smiled, sorrow seeping into her being. “It was my pleasure.”

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+1: Reverse

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arachnophobia: wanna go out tonight? hecate hasnt been out for a while

ironlady: cant today

ironlady: harley’s coming

arachnophobia: harley? the one whose garage mr stark broke into?

ironlady: yep!! cant wait to see him

ironady: its been a while

arachnophobia: can i meet him?

ironlady: ofc just come here

The moment Peter stepped out from the elevator, he could hear the laughter already. He didn’t need his enhanced hearing to know that (y/n) was positively joyful.

He followed the sound to the penthouse’s living room where he could see (y/n) sitting on the couch. Beside her was a young man his age with sandy blonde hair. Both of them were talking animatedly with each other.

“Hey.”

“Oh, Peter!” (Y/n) turned around, a big grin on her face. “This is Harley Keener, the potato boy dad and I told you about!”

“Potato boy?” Harley frowned.

“It’s either that or problem child 1, which one do you prefer?”

“Tony’s been calling me that?”

“Yep!”

“And what are you?”

“Problem child 2, duh.” (Y/n) rolled her eyes.

Harley scoffed. “Yeah, right, il mio tarassaco.”

“Hey! Only dad can call me that!”

“I know, I know, don’t get your panties in a twist, Princess Stark.” Harley laughed as he ruffled (y/n)’s hair, much to her chagrin.

Peter couldn’t get one word out. He watched as (y/n) tried to get back at Harley and mess with his hair as Harley dodged her. He watched as (y/n)’s face was overtaken by a huge grin and her eyes lighted up in joy.

“Harley stop it!”

“You started it!”

“No I didn’t!”

“Yes you did!”

“No I didn’t!”

“Yes you did!”

“No I- you know what, I’m not doing this. You haven’t even greeted Peter!” (Y/n) huffed, gesturing at Peter who was still standing still behind the sofa.

“Oh, yeah, my bad,” Harley said. He stood up and dusted his pants, then reached out a hand.

“Harley Keener, at your service,” he grinned.

Peter took his hand hesitantly. “Peter Parker. Nice to meet you.”

(Y/n) beamed at the two of them. “I’ve told him so much about you. I think you guys will be great friends!” She told Peter. “Dad is talking about making Harley his intern too, so you two will be Stark Industries first and only high school interns. Tony Stark’s personal interns, to be exact.”

“Wait, intern?” Peter asked, clearly taken aback. “But don’t you live in Tennessee?”

Harley shrugged. “I’m moving here around next month. Not a lot of opportunities back home, so Tony offered to house and send me to school here. I’m here today to look around before the big day.”

“It’s a shame I can’t go to school with you, though.” (Y/n) complained. “I’m getting bored of this whole homeschooling thing.”

“What can I say, Princess Stark,” Harley said with a teasing smile, “a Princess must remain at her castle.”

“Yeah, well, this Princess can take care of herself and goes out at night alone, what about it?” She rolled her eyes.

“Alright, alright, you got a point, Hecate.”

“I told you, I’m not Hecate right now!”

“He knows about Hecate?” Peter asked.

(Y/n) nodded. “He was the first one to know, even before dad. I told you of how Harley’s been coming here for years, right? He basically knows more about me than dad at this point.”

“That, I do.” Harley said, staring at Peter a little too long. Something dawned on him when he saw something on Peter’s face.

He turned to (y/n) and slung an arm around her shoulders. “Anyway, I gotta run and find Tony now, got things to ask him. I’ll see you later?”

“Yeah, you know where to find me.”

“Great! See ya later, Princess Stark.” Harley dropped a big kiss on her head and left the room, but not before giving Peter a meaningful look.

Peter was frozen on his spot.

In all his time knowing (y/n), not once did he ever see (y/n) that happy. She looked so carefree, as if she trusted Harley blindly and trusted him to keep her that way. It took him some time to get (y/n) to open up to him. He knew that he couldn’t compare himself to Harley who knew (y/n) longer than him, but for some reason it ticked him off.

But why?

And when Harley held (y/n) close to him like that? It felt wrong to Peter. Then he went and actually kissed her! Well, on the head, but still. Something felt off within Peter and he didn’t really know what or why.

Somehow, it was almost like…

Like it should’ve been him?

“Peter, are you okay?”

Peter was startled from his thoughts when (y/n)’s face suddenly entered his peripherals.

“I’m fine, why do you ask?” He quickly said.

(Y/n) hummed. “You look a bit off, that’s all.”

“It’s nothing, I promise.”

“If you say so…”

“So, uh,” Peter started, “that Harley… How long is he staying?”

“A week, I think. He’ll move in next month, on the 15th.” (Y/n) answered. “I can’t wait for next month, honestly. I missed him so much. Him living with me and dad here would be a blast.”

“When do you want to go out?” Peter asked, changing the subject immediately. Somehow, for some reason, he didn’t want to hear (y/n) talk about Harley anymore. Especially not about how he would be living with her.

“Ah, well… Not this week? Maybe after Harley’s back to Tennessee?”

“...oh.”

“You can still go out without me though! I know Spider-Man must be anxious to get out there!”

“...yeah, you’re right. Uh, you know what, I actually forgot I had to run an errand for May, so I’m going to leave now, okay?”

Peter quickly rushed out. The penthouse was getting stuffy for no reason and he couldn’t stand being there anymore.

What is wrong with me?

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[laurie-stark]

Unwanted-Peter Parker

Summary: Y/n Stark gets more than she bargains for when she joins her Pops, Captian America, for the civil war of the century.

Pairings: Tony Stark x Daughter!Reader, Natasha Romanoff x Daughter!Reader, Steve Rogers x Daughter!Reader, Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Warnings: swearing, fighting

A/N: Just so you don't get too confused, Y/n is Tony Stark's biological child, however, she was raised by the Avengers and refers to Natasha and Steve as Mama and Pops. Also I wrote this a year ago LOL. Enjoy x

Part Two

New York, 2016

This was bad. Very, very bad. I had seen the secretary come in the compound over the screen of the security monitors. He marched into my home, unannounced and unwelcome, holding himself with purpose. I followed him over the screens, tracking his movements. I watched as he was led through the building, up the elevator and into...the conference room? Oh this was bad. Very, very bad.

I raced as fast as I could. By the time I got the to conference room, the whole group was already sitting in front of the secretary. I saw Wanda first. Her back was to me, but I could see her rigid frame and I knew something was happening. My  father saw me approaching through the glass walls. He shot me a look that said "Don't do it. Don't come in here." I didn't obey.

The secretary stopped speaking abruptly when I walked through the doors. He gave me a quizzical look, did a once over and immediately looked at my father. Surely I don't look that much like Tony.

"Sorry I'm late, no one informed me about this team meeting," I gasped, short of breath from all the running. Of course, this was pushing it. As much as I wanted to be a part of the group, fighting was not my style, so I often got left out of important Avengers activities. I got to live with them, but that was it. Tony rose from his seat. He mumbled an apology to the secretary and gently ushered I out of the room. I would have fought back, but seeing the look on my father's face was enough to shut me up. And I never shut up. The secretary resumed his story. Something about golf and a heart attack.

My dad turned to face me. "Look kid, I get that you want to know what's going on, and you will, but today isn't the day."

"Okay," I said. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be, it's okay to be curious," he replied, walking back into the meeting. "Stay upstairs, okay hun?" I nodded and started the trek back up to my room. I shut the door and flopped onto my bed. Out of my long list of pet peeves, this was number one. Sure, I didn't want to fight, but come on family, I should at least get to be in on what's going on! Maybe I could help. I have powers for God sake. I am more than capable of helping the Avengers. But they always saw me as the little girl who needs protection.

"April, pull up security footage of the conference room please," I asked. April, the AI I built, that was modeled after Friday, projected the video surveillance from the ceiling. "Volume up." The group was in the same position as from when I left. The secretary was passing around the room. There was a thick white book being passed around the table.

"The Avengers were formed to make the world a safer place," Steve said quietly. "I feel we've done that."

The secretary looked down at him. "Tell me Cap, do you know where Thor and Banner are right now?" What? You were so confused. Why did the secretary care where my uncles were? No one answered the secretary's question, so he kept talking. I racked your brain to find the answers on my own. "...this is the middle ground." The secretary pointed at the book, now lying untouched on the table.

"And if we come to a decision you don't like?" Natasha asked.

"The you retire," the secretary responded. With that, he left the room and I scurried back downstairs.

Everyone was in the living room. I sat in the stairwell, again being uninvited to this group discussion. I listened to them fight. I figured out what was going on. The United Nations were being ungrateful little bitches and hated that they didn't have control over my family. So they gave an ultimatum: give in or give up. From the sounds of it, Uncle Rhodes, Vision and two of my four parents were in agreement with the accords. Steve and Sam were against it. Wanda hadn't said a word. Tension was growing high, I could feel it. I heard my father conclude that he won and a thud of the accords being tossed on the coffee table. Someone got up and left. Before I had the chance to act, the door to the stairwell was torn open. Steve pushed through and nearly stepped on me.

"Eavesdropping?" He smiled.

"You kicked me out, what else am I supposed to do?" I retorted. I noticed the tears welling in Steve's eyes. "Pops, what's wrong?"

Steve's glance fluttered to the ground. "Peggy. She, um..." was all he said. All he had to say. I  was smart enough to read between the lines. I stepped forward and hugged Steve. He smiled, grateful that he had me. I knew how much Peggy meant to him. When I was little, he'd always tell me the story about how they met, how they never got that dance. And every time I would make him dance with me. He even took me to visit her once. I was ten and it was Christmas time. Steve told me that he wanted his favorite girl to meet his favorite niece. Now that was all but a memory. I held him tight before telling him to go. It was okay, I could handle the others. He left without a second glance.

Within days the team was scattered. Steve and Sam had gone to Peggy's funeral. Natasha was off to the signing of the Accords in Vienna. And then all hell broke loose when the bombs went off at the signing ceremony. As always, I  were left home. I had no idea what was going on. At first this break in the team was about the Accords, but somehow Steve's old pal Bucky got involved. I didn't know what to think. The next thing I knew, everyone left for Berlin to rescue Steve and Sam from jail, leaving myself, Wanda and Vision at home.

When night fell, I was in my room, sulking as one would say. I was spending my evening flipping through Tumblr. There was a new superhero everyone was talking about. He called himself Spider-Man. New York based, focused on small neighborhood crimes. By YouTube footage alone, it was obvious he was a rookie. Soon enough, though, I accidentally conducted a full fledged search on this guy. He seemed shady. Sure, he's helping old ladies cross the street and all, but he just has a vibe. I couldn't put my finger on it. April broke me out of my research when she told me that there was a security breach in the compound. I pulled up the security camera footage and saw Clint Barton in my living room with Wanda levitating a knife at his nose.

I rushed downstairs. When I got to the living room Vision was holding Clint by the neck. I watched in silence as Wanda used her powers on Vision. She made it look easy. Slowly, Vision sunk to his knees. Wanda pushed further and the floor gave way. Vision was pushed through all seventy-four thousand levels of the compound. Wanda and Clint were about to turn to run out when you revealed yourself.

"Now was that really necessary?" I smirked. "We just had the floors waxed."

"Y/n," Clint warned.

"I'm not sitting on my ass," I said. Clint smirked and nodded. He knew he couldn't stop me anyways.

One car ride, plane flight and van trip later, I was in Germany. As it turns out, Steve wanted Clint and Wanda on his side, along with some ant dude named Scott. Scott was cool. Him and I sat together on the plane ride and watched Die Hard. He was asleep in the van when we pulled over in the airport parking lot. Clint told me to stay in the van. For once, I listened. I heard voices belonging to Steve and Sam. Clint slid open the van doors abruptly, shaking Scott awake. I chuckled to myself as he fangirled over my Pops. A voice over the intercom said something in a language I didn't know. A voice I didn't recognize said that the airport was being evacuated.

"Stark." Sam muttered.

Scott looked puzzled. Clearly he hadn't been filled in either. "Stark?" he asked.

I step out of the van. "Yes?" Steve and Sam look at me with wide eyes. Clint gave Steve a sheepish shrug. Behind their little blue car stood Bucky Barnes. I knew who he was. I learned about him in school. I knew he was some evil super soldier that attacked Natasha and Steve. He looked scary. He looked exactly like the type of guy to hurt my Mama and Pops. I held his glance until Steve spoke up.

"Y/n, what are you doing here?" Steve whisper-shouted. His voice always got quiet when he 'yelled' at me.

"I hitchhiked." I replied, knowing that at this point Steve didn't have the time to argue with me. He shook his head in defeat and took a deep breath.

"Suit up."

The airport was huge. Our group got suited up and started for the runway. I didn't know how Steve knew where to find my dad, but I followed him anyways. Before I could get any closer, Bucky held me back.

"It's, uh, not gonna be safe. You should stay here and keep low," he said. I frowned. I did not come all this way to not fight. But even still, I nodded. Bucky scared me. He and Sam took off in another direction to find the getaway jet. I laughed. This whole thing was ridiculous. My attention turned to the sound of my father and Rhodey flying down from the sky.

"Ross gave me 36 hours to bring you in," Tony started. "That was 24 hours ago. Can you help a brother out?"

"You're after the wrong guy," Steve replied nonchalantly.

"Your judgement is askew. Your old war buddy killed innocent people yesterday-"

"And there are five more super soldiers just like him. I can't let the doctor find 'em first Tony. I can't."

"Steve," Natasha approached him slowly. "You know what's about to happen. Do you really wanna punch your way out of this one?"

I took this as my cue. "No, but I will," I said, emerging from my hiding spot. I looked at the faces of your family. My gaze fell on Tony and my smile dropped. He looked angry.

"You brought my daughter into this?" Tony yelled, turning to Steve.

"Technically, I brought myself," I said. "You really think you were gonna leave me out of all the fun?"

Tony pinched his brow. "Y/n, this is serious."

"No it's not," I objected. "No, this got personal the second you thought you were gonna loose Pops to Bucky." No one moved after I said that.

"Alright, I've run out of patience," my father finally spoke. He cupped his hands around his mouth. "Underoos!"

Before I had a chance to process, a red and black blur whipped past my head. It landed on top of a nearby van. It was Spider-Man. As in the Spider-Man. He had taken Cap's shield from him. I said nothing. My father could have recruited me, but instead he chose this little neighborhood nobody. That hurt a little. The Spider-thing and my father bantered for a minute. So he's never even been in a real fight before, I thought.

"You've been busy," Steve smirked.

Tony turned back to Steve. "And you've been a complete idiot. Dragging in Clint and Y/n, rescuing Wanda from a place she doesn't even want to leave, a safe place. I'm trying to keep-" he paused, sighing. "I'm trying to keep to keep you from tearing the Avengers apart."

"You did that when you signed." Steve kept his cool. My father did not.

"Alright, we're done. You're gonna turn Barnes over, you're gonna come with us, now, because it's us! Or squad of J-SOC guys with no compunction of being polite. Come on."

Everyone stood still, waiting. Steve put his web-cuffed hands in the air. Clint shot them free from a mile away. I saw Scott -or a tiny version of him. Spider-Man noticed too, right before Scott grew and kicked him in the face. My dad flew off to retrieve Wanda and Rhodey was ready to take on Cap.

"Hey Mr. Stark, what should I do?" Spider-Man asked. He sounded young.

"What we discussed, keep your distance, web 'em up!" My father barked, as he flew towards Clint and Wanda.

"Okay, copy that," Spider-Man replied. He shot a web at me first. It caught my arm and I got whipped to the ground. I glared at him.

"Really?" I hissed.

"Just following Mr. Stark's orders," He said before swinging off after Bucky. I was left on the ground once everyone dispersed. I tried pulling my hand out of the sticky material that was shot at me, but it was stronger than glue. I was forced to watch the action unfold and wait until Natasha ran past me.

"Mama, a little help here?" I called out to her.

She stopped for a second. "Sorry honey, I really don't want you getting hurt." She ran off and I groaned. No one ever wants me to get hurt. I suppose I should be grateful, but in a moment like this, gratitude is hard to find. I started toying with the web. I wondered if I could break down the molecules. Surely there had to be some sort of H2O compound in it somewhere.

My power surged through me, the current flowing to the hand webbed to the ground. I managed to manipulate the water out, just as I predicted I would. The substance melted off my hands. Gross, I thought. I wiped the remaining web on my pants and got up. The water from the webbing fell to the ground with a splash.

I stood up and examined my surroundings. Natasha was on the ground fighting Scott, who shrunk down and flipped her over her own head. The Black Panther was on the other side of the roof, battling Steve. I didn't move. As much as I wanted to be included, I couldn't bring myself to fight. Not now at least.

The two teams assembled, divided by a line on the pavement. How cinematic. I was on Cap's side. I never meant to fight against my father. If anything, I thought it was funny. I looked out at the team in front of me. They were all lined up, Rhodey, the cat, Tony, Nat, the Spider-brat. Vision hovered above them. A bead of sweat trickled down the back of my neck. I were scared. I wasn't made to fight.

"What do we do Cap?" Sam asked.

"We fight." Steve moved first. We followed in suit. My dad's team mimicked my team's actions and walked closer. We  broke into a jog and then a full out run. This was really about to happen. I hoped that my family would go easy on me. I knew what I was doing. I reassured myself of that. I have done a bunch of training, especially with Wanda. I could move the freaking elements with my mind and manipulate gravity! As if the Spider-Man could beat that. I am Y/n fricking Stark. I can do this.

I put a smile on your face, contrasting everyone else's bitter looks. "I call the spider!" I yelled, just as everyone began the battle. Spider-Man heard me and slowed down just a bit. I cocked an eyebrow. He resumed his pace and ran straight for me. I ran headfirst towards him. He threw out his arm to web me, but I was faster. With a swish of my hands, I changed his gravitational pull and made his feet flip out from under him. He landed on his back with a hard thud. As gently as I could, I morphed the pavement under him to trap his hands. "Careful there, Spider-boy. Don't wanna get stepped on." I walked away. I made it about ten steps before I heard the sound of concrete cracking. I turned around and saw that Spider-Man was breaking free of his restraints. I was shocked. He has super strength. Great. I should have moved out of his way because the second he got one hand free, I was webbed against a truck.

"For the record," he said, getting up in my face. "It's Spider-Man." He swung off into the airport through a glass window. I watched the glass rained onto the ground. Taking a deep breath, I quickly removed myself from the webs. I needed a plan. A strategy. I thought about at the opposing team. Everyone was scattered around the airport. I thought about who would be easiest to fight. But then I realized, the strategy wasn't about how they'd fight, but who. There was no way in hell that my parents or Uncle Rhodey would even think about fighting me. The Black Panther didn't know me, so he was a threat. The worst Vision could do was pick me up and fly away, so he was in thr safe zone. That left the spider. I smiled to myself. Rematch time.

By the time I found Spider-Man, he had already webbed Sam and Bucky to the floor. He was perched on top of a light post, saying something about impressing my father. Sam's mini falcon whizzed past me and grabbed Spider-Man by the web. He got pulled out a window, banging his side into the pane on the way out. I ran over to Sam and Bucky. Quickly, I destroyed the webbing and helped them up. They both gave me a quick "Thanks kid," before running back out. I followed them, staying loose on their trail.

Once I got outside my eyes scanned the area for the Spider. I saw Wanda piling cars on my father and Natasha fighting Clint. Then I spotted him, fighting Cap. He was underneath a jet bridge . Cap threw his shield at the support beams and the whole thing fell on top of Spider-Man. He caught it of course, but Cap ran away. I formed my plan.

"Hey!" I called out. I walked around the collapsing jet bridge. I stood in front of the struggling boy. Or man, I didn't know. "Remember me?"

"Heh, how could I forget such a pretty face," he grunted, starting to fold under the weight of the jet bridge. "You wanna give me a hand?" I glared at his face comment, but lifted the jet bridge anyway. He ran out and I let it fall. Both of us stopped for a minute, gasping for breath beside the rubble. He was close enough to hit. So I did. Without warning I threw a punch of air at him. It hit him right in the chest and he got blown back into the side of a van. "What the hell man?" He got up and shot a web at me. I dodged and threw another gust of wind. It shot him out of the air. He webbed at a pole and swung past my face. I redirected his gravitational pull, but not before he got a kick to my face. We both got thrown in different directions. I landed hard on the ground, pain shooting up my spine. I got up first, now angry. Forgetting about my powers, I lunged at him and threw a punch. I missed and he shot webs at my feet, holding me down. Immediately, I dissolved them and Spider-Man's eyes widened. Well, his mask's eye holes did anyway.

"How did you do that?" He yelled. "What kind of witchcraft-"

"Its not witchcraft," I spat. "It's called manipulation of the elements, look it up. I figured there had to be some water compound in this and I was right. All I had to do was remove it."

"That's so cool! And how did you do the foot thing earlier? Was that just the wind you do or do you have telekinesis too? Are you like the Scarlet Witch?" He rambled on. I took this to my advantage and caught him off guard. I used the van he'd hit earlier to become his gravitational pull and yanked. He went slamming into it and groaned. When he tried to get back up, I was already five steps ahead of him. Morphing the earth metals in the van, I contorted it into a shell that crushed Spider-Man until he was covered and stuck.

I heard Scott say that he was gonna tear himself in half over the earpiece. I got distracted from holding Spider-Man down and turned to see a giant Scott. Spider-Man broke free. He tore the shell off himself and threw it at me. I was wacked across the side and fell the the ground again.

"Holy shit!" he says, looking at Scott. His back was to me and I gave him one last wind push. He fell on his face and I laughed. "Oh come on, don't you have some dolls to play with or something?" I just scoffed and walked past him, stepping past his hand that was on the ground. He let out a yelp and you kept walking. Dolls, I thought. I'm thirteen I don't play with dolls. I watched as the rest of the battle went down. I wasn't quite sure what to do. I jumped when I felt a hand on my shoulder.

Natasha was standing just behind me. "Come with me." We started jogging off. It was natural for me to listen to her. I realized about five seconds in that technically she was my enemy right about now, but I shrugged it off. I ran through the fight, past the big Scott and towards a warehouse. I could see the outline of a jet get bigger as I approached it. Natasha stopped behind the entrance. She was waiting.

"So what do we do?" I asked.

"We wait to fight," She replied, not taking her eyes off the horizon. I came to realize this probably means I would be fighting her. Maybe she wanted to use me as a hostage or something. No, that's silly. Right?

Steve and Bucky got closer to the building I was in. They nearly made it until Vision laser beamed the shit out of a nearby communications tower. Wanda caught it before it fell, giving the two men time to race towards the jet. I stepped out to help Wanda. The both of us were able to hold the rubble long enough for Steve and Bucky to get through. I panted, proud of myself for getting this far.

A searing pain sliced through my brain. Both myself and Wanda fell to the ground, screaming. I could barely look up to see that Rhodey was sending some sort of wave through the air. The tower fell and Natasha was quick to haul me out of the way before I got crushed. I might be better than Spider-Man, but I definitely don't have his super strength.

Steve and Bucky still managed to get through the falling paces of metal and concrete. Natasha left my side and marched swiftly towards the two men. I couldn't hear them, but I could sense the tension from a mile away. Natasha lifted her arm, taser aimed and ready. Steve held his shield up in defense as Natasha shoots....the Black Panther? I guess she's on our side now? The jet started to take off and you watch an Natasha continues to battle the Panther. I fell to my side, wiped out.

My father flew into the warehouse just as the jet leaves. You thought maybe he was going to fight Natasha for betraying him. I was wrong. He was coming for me. He landed beside me and dropped to his knees. His helmet closed and I could see the worry plastered on his cut up face. He knelt beside me and gently held me up.

"Are you okay?" he asked. I nodded, not really able to make words. He looked over at Natasha, who was looking at us. She had an apologetic look, but I know she doesn't regret letting Cap go. My father let me go and charged off after the jet plane. I lied down, enjoying the feeling of cold concrete against your skin. I closed my eyes.

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I paced around the living room, driving Nat crazy. I knew that the second my father got home I would be in deep shit. So when Friday alerted me that Tony was home my heart rate went up 29373%. The battle, this fight, it ended worse then I could have imagined. Natasha told me that my father could have died. Rhodey was paralyzed from the waist down. I had no idea if I'd ever see my Pops again. This was bad. Very, very bad.

I slowly walked down the main hall towards the front doors. I was scared. My hands and the back of my neck were sweating. I knew exactly what was coming. Every time I had asked my dad if I could be an honorary Avenger, I got the same lecture. That it was too dangerous, I didn't have the proper training and it's too much for his little girl to handle. Even when I asked to just be a part of the business side of the team, Tony laughed and said no. I've broken a lot of my father's rules, but this was the line. And I had gone so far over.

As I approached the front door, I could hear my father speaking. I heard another voice too. My heart dropped. It was Spider-Man. Why was Spider-Man here? I ducked behind a wall and listened in to the conversation.

"...outstanding job kid. Your fighting technique was on par. And, listen, I know we're not allowed to have kids on this team, but if we need you again, we'll call." I heard my father say.

"Thanks Mr. Stark. This was so cool," Spider-Man replied. I wondered if he had his suit on or not. I wanted to know who this guy was. I revealed myself from behind the wall. The two looked at me. I looked at my father first and fought the urge to burst into tears. He looked awful. His face was all cut up and the black eye he got was still a little swollen. I glanced at the figure beside him and frowned. Spider-Man was a kid. He looked like he was my age. He had a mop of curly brown hair and doe eyes. He was almost equally as beat up as my dad and I gracefully took credit for that.

"Y/n, this is Peter. He's, uh, one of my interns. Kid, this is Y/n," Tony said. My annoyance turned to anger. Now my father was lying to me?

"How old are you?" I asked, eyes narrowing. I knew that I sounded rude, but this kid had kicked me in the face twice. I didn't think he deserved my manners.

"I'm fourteen," Peter gulped. A year older than me. And I kicked his ass, I thought. "You gave me quite a fight back in Berlin."

"Yeah and I beat your ass doing it."

"Speaking of which," Tony spoke up, "I have to talk to Y/n about that. Happy will take you home Peter." Peter nodded and said goodbye to my father. He said goodbye to me, to which I didn't reply. Peter frowned at that as he walked out the door.

My dad turned to me when the door shut. "What," he began, "were you thinking?"

"Well I-"

"No. This is where you listen. Do you know how dangerous that mission was. Do you know how many people got hurt? You saw what happened to Rhodey, that could have been you!"

"But it wasn't" I retorted.

Tony's frown deepened. "That is not the point. You put yourself in serious danger, and for what? So you could feel a little more included? You could have died. This was my one rule, my one ask of you, and your broke it."

"Oh, come on now, I'm a Stark, it's in our blood to not listen to our fathers." My father gave me the coldest look and I shut down. I took a deep breath. "Look, I didn't know that it was gonna be this bad. You know me, daddy, I'm not a fighter, I'm not some hero. You think I would have gone if I knew it would turn out like this? I thought this was just gonna be another one your you and Pops' stupid fights. And yes, I could have gotten hurt, but I think I handled myself pretty well. You saw what I did you that little protege of yours. I beat him to the curb."

"Y/n you were reckless. Peter was prepared for this, he was ready."

"And I still beat him."

"Y/n you're not listening to me. This is why I chose Peter over you. I would have taken you if I knew you wouldn't do something stupid. But you did anyway." And with that he walked away, leaving me, teary-eyed in the front hall.

Tony came by my room later that night to apologize. He said that he was sorry for being harsh, that he just cared about me and I scared him. I knew he meant it and I forgave him, because that's what we do. Besides, it wasn't Tony I was angry with. This is why I chose Peter over you. Tony's words echoed through my head. I knew that he loved me more, I'm his daughter, he had to. But I were jealous. Jealous that stupid Peter Parker got the praise for the work I've wanted to hear for ages. And mad at that stupid spider for being stupid.

This is when I decided that I hate Peter Parker.

[youreobsessedwithtoomanyfandoms]

I Can Tell

Word Count:857

Warnings: not really any

Song List

Song 20-We Are Gonna Be Friends by The White Stripes

Main Masterlist

MCU Masterlist

6th Grade

Peter ran up the steps to the school as he heard the bell ring. He kept seeing flashes of his new blue shoes at the bottom of his eyes. He didn’t want to to be late, not on his first day. Unfortunately, it didn’t go his way and now he was sitting in the office. He looked over at the window and looked confused as he saw a girl jump the fence and struggle to get all of her stuff back into her bag as it all fell out. However she wasn’t lucky as the same lady who caught him stormed out there and pulled her inside.

“Ms. Y/L/N, this is the last time you can be late! You are in Middle School now! We might have accepted this behavior in Elementary School, but not now!”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Now sit down and wait for us to call you up!”

“Of course Mrs. Patmore.” She slumped down next to Peter. She turned her head to face Peter, “What’re you here for?”

“I was late.”

“Same, obviously.”

“I’m Peter,” He held his hand out, “Peter Parker.”

“Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N.” She shook it. They smiled and ended up laughing lightly as they turned away.

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7th Grade

Y/N skipped over to Peter in the park. The book of bugs in front of him and the jar with a few bugs in her hand. She dropped down next to him and handed him the jar. “Next time you get the bugs.”

He laughed lightly, “Alright, alright.”

She grabbed the book and he grabbed the jar and they walked back to school.

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Y/N and Peter ran to school. Dirt covering them from trying to get the bugs back. Peter had tripped and had broken the glass jar. So now they were stuck, covered in dirt, without a project for Science. The walked into the school and went straight into the office and could have sworn they nearly gave Mrs. Patmore a heart attack.

And so now Y/N was in the girls bathroom washing off the dirt as Peter did the same in the boys. They both changed into the clothes they were given by the office. A pair of sweatpants and a school gym shirt. The pair walked out and nearly laughed as they matched. They took the paper from Mrs. Patmore and walked to class.

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8th Grade

Y/N wrote down the notes for Pre-Algebra. She sat next to Peter as he did the same thing. However, she carefully slipped a paper with the English notes to him and he slipped them into his bag. She smiled at him and he did to as well. She bit her lip lightly and turned back to the teacher.

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Y/N smiled slowly at her friend from across the court. Getting ready to grab a ball as the coach blew the whistle. And soon enough she did. She bolted and grabbed the ball. She ran back and then looked through the guys side, making contact with her friend. She pulled her hand up and threw the ball straight at her friend. And with him turning at the perfect time it hit him straight in the chest.

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“Now, line up against the wall, next to your partner and we shall compare your heights.” Y/N and Peter ran to the wall, desperate to know who of the two were taller. They stood for about 10 minutes until the teacher came around to them. He made a mark above both of their heads and then motioned for them to turn around. “There is you Miss. Y/L/N and there is you Mr. Parker, she is about half an inch taller, do compare more by using Math language.”

Y/N looked at Peter and smiled, “Ha, I am taller.”

“Yeah, yeah, good for you.”

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9th-12th

For the two of them, time passed slower. Perhaps that was why they didn’t realize it even moving. Every class they had they were sat next to each other. One of his main memories is of them in 10th grade making fun of the music teacher because she didn’t like Peter’s singing but she adored Y/N’s.

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Age 25

Peter dropped down onto his bed and closed his eyes. Barely acknowledging the arm that wrapped around him. “Peter?” He hummed in response, “I saw the ring.”

He reopened his eyes and turned his head, “What?”

“I saw it, the ring.”

“Is this you saying you want to break up?”

“No! I was going to say yes.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

He smiled and pulled her in. And as he fell asleep with her in his arms, he remembered all of moments between them that brought them to this moment.

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Age 26

Peter spun Y/N and her dress spun around her. He pulled her back in and she looked up at him, smiling. He leaned down and kissed her softly and she kissed him back. When he pulled away, he didn’t pull far away and kept his forehead on hers. He was happy that he was late on his first day. Because if he hadn’t, then he wouldn’t have met Y/N. His best friend and the love of his life.

[marvelobsessedteenager]

All The Hurt - Chapter 3

Pairing: Peter Parker x fem!reader

Warnings: ANGST, Peter was an ass, reader is a hurt and petty bitch, fluff to make up for the angst, curse words, lots of “coincidences”, horrible description of death and feelings lmfao I’m sorry

Word Count: 4.5k

A/N: dis a long one HAHAH

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You groggily twisted in your bed as you tried to find the nagging nuisance that interrupted your peaceful slumber that barely lasted five hours. Your vision slowly focused as you rubbed your eyes vigorously, still searching for that damned alarm clock that you couldn’t seem to find.

“For fuck’s sake,” you grumbled, turning on the lamp beside your bed and hissing at the sharp light that was out to attack your pupils. The alarm clock, which somehow made its way onto the floor, read 7:00 AM, September 14th.

You scratched the side of your head, wondering why on earth your past self decided to wake you up this early on a random day.

Until it clicked.

September 14th. The Academic Decathlon competition that was being held in D.C. - the one your team had been preparing for months on end.

With all the ruckus that’s happened in the past few months, the competition was filed under the “unimportant events” cabinet in your mind. Truthfully, you didn’t really want to go. The only reason you were in decathlon was because you and Peter had a competition going to see who could get into as many after-school activities as possible while keeping their grades up. Plus, he said your intelligence would be an asset to the team.

It was stupid, really, but you both found joy in watching the other succeed, and at the time, Peter thought it’d be a push for you considering you were demotivated to study.

After he left you, you quit everything else besides decathlon. When you tried to, they told you you weren’t allowed to due to your name already being written down as one of the team’s members. You slacked off and often avoided going to the after-school practice altogether, hence why you forgot about it.

However, right now, it wasn’t a burden you had to bear. You were grateful for the upcoming distraction, and you thanked God Peter was somehow able to spontaneously quit the team the other day, the 'Stark Internship' granting him access to do so. Luckily for you, that meant some form of escape without having to be around him.

You felt yourself become lighter already, and you quickly got ready for the fast-approaching competition.

Once found your team waiting by the bus, you were greeted by a disoriented-looking Flash, making you giggle as you approached him while giving everyone you passed by a smile. “You look like shit.” You commented when you reached him at the back of the lengthy bus.

“I feel like it,” he groaned, his forehead pressing into the side of the vehicle, “I’m so not a morning person.”

You rolled your eyes and handed him the iced coffee you bought for him on the way, “I know, that’s why I got you this.” You said, shaking the beverage and holding it out for him, "Drink up, Eugene. We got people to beat. And before you ask, yes it has almond milk in it.”

He lifted his head and looked at the coffee in surprise, then back at you, “You’re a lifesaver.” He said, engulfing you in a hug so suddenly you had to hold onto the side of the bus to keep you both from falling back.

You teasingly shook your head and patted him on the back, “I know, I know. I’m amazing.”

“I don’t disagree.” He said, pulling back and taking the coffee from your hands with a small ’thank you.'

You stared at him as he slurped on his drink and sighed in bliss, and wondered what it would be like if he treated everyone the way he treated you.

You knew of his past and understood why his actions came from a place of hurt and nothing more. During these past few months, Flash helped you open your eyes and made you more understanding of people. Especially those who tried to cover up their pain by pushing others away in self-preservation, in fear of showing others who they truly were because they were afraid of being hurt, taken advantage of, or even worse, mocked for it.

At the simple gesture of getting him coffee, he seemed shocked that you even remembered his order, let alone got him something. Your empathetic side was much stronger than you thought it’d be, you realized, your heart aching for the misunderstood boy who stood in front of you.

“What?” Flash inquired with furrowed eyebrows, capturing the metal straw once more (because plastic ain’t it).

You were about to make a joke about how you were staring at him to process how ugly he was when Abe gleefully yelled, “Hey, it’s Peter!” And pointed ahead of him.

You swore your heart stopped for a moment, the voice in your head repeating the word ‘no'.

Your eyes widened as you slowly turned around in astonishment to find that, yes, it really was Peter, in the flesh.

And he’s asking to rejoin the team, but you were still caught up in his presence.

And how much you hated it.

Of course he showed up. Last fucking minute.

Boiling anger shot up to your throat and escaped through your mouth with a growl, “No, no way,” you walked towards him, eyes burning with rage as he backed up, “You can’t just quit, make a grand last minute entrance and be welcomed back.”

Of course, he was welcomed back by all but you and Flash, but that didn’t make a difference to anyone else no matter how many times you whined and objected.

“One more smart team member couldn’t hurt,” Mr. Harrington said.

And that’s how he ended up taking his seat about two rows behind yours, as you and Flash took your designated spots in the front. All the memories of him being Spider-Man fogged up your brain like you couldn’t see anything but him in the suit. It was infuriating how just him being there seemed to fuck with you.

What really pushed you to the edge was that you caught him looking at you. And not just stealing glimpses, no, you mean full-on gawking.

The audacity, you thought, exhaling loudly through your nose.

You found it hard to answer Liz’s training questions correctly. How could you? You were consciously aware of his presence, and consciously aware that he could be hearing your thundering heart if he concentrated enough.

Okay, so you may have done a little bit of research about him and watched a couple of his one minute interviews with reporters. None of them explained how he got said powers, but in one he told the interviewer all his senses were far, far more advanced than normal humans.

You wondered if he ever got a sensory overload.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the ring of a bell and his answer that followed, his voice echoing in your head. When you answered incorrectly for the second time, you decided to give it a rest. You plugged in your earbuds, raised the volume as high as it would go, and wished you could tune out your thoughts like you did to the world.

You were already awake when you reached your destination. While the rest of the students were in awe of how big it was, you and Flash weren’t.

Once all rooms were assigned, Peter and Ned immediately dashed to theirs without waiting to hear Liz’s plans to "act rebellious as a group". Normally, that wouldn’t raise any suspicions, but now that you knew about Peter’s little secret, you were skeptical. They must be doing something related to Spider-Man.

You ignored the dull pain in your chest.

And as much as you wanted to find out, you were drained. Thinking had seemed to take up most of your energy, which was something you needed in order to win. So, you grabbed your spare key card to the room you shared with Sally Avril and searched the second floor for Room 249 together.

Sally and you weren’t exactly friends, but you talked a few times and said hello to each other via a nod when you passed each other in the hallways. She agreed to be your science partner for this quarter’s project, and you knew that she was incredibly bright for her age, so you didn’t mind rooming with her for a while.

When the both of you were out of breath and complaining about your backs aching from your heavy backpacks, you thankfully found your room.

And, what do you know? It was exactly across the fucking hall from Peter’s.

You annoyingly rolled your eyes and hastily swiped your card on the card reader, pushing the door with your foot and throwing your backpack onto the bed before flopping on it with a groan, your tiredness leaving you and allowing anger to fuel you instead.

“You okay?” Sally asked, always the sweetheart, shutting the door and placing her own backpack on the bed, taking her possessions out.

“Just peachy,” you sarcastically mumbled, your face squished between the pillows. You could only describe their scent as hotel rooms, but they were cool enough to help put out a little bit of the fire that you still had within you. You took a deep breath and pushed yourself up, leaning on your elbows, “I’m gonna go check the gym out.”

A while back, you learned how to manage your anger by using it to your advantage. The excess adrenaline helped pump your energy and allowed you to finish your workout faster, which in turn made you stronger and defused the storm within you. You took your gym clothes to the bathroom and changed before yelling out a goodbye to Sally and exiting your room.

As you shut the door behind you, you looked up in time to make eye contact with Peter, who stood behind his glass window and froze upon meeting your eyes. You scoffed and turned away, and he sighed and continued closing the curtains to his room, obstructing anyone from seeing him remove the tracker from his suit.

When the clock struck 10 pm, you heard a secret knock that meant Liz was here to take your asses to sneak into the pool as a group. You tiredly tied your robe around your body as Sally opened the door, squealing and giving Liz a hug. The group was buzzing with excitement, and you weren’t 100% sure of it, but you were certain this was the most rebellious thing they’ve ever done.

It was adorable how innocent they were.

While the students ran down the hall, you slowed your pace down to walk beside Flash, who waited for you at the end of the line they formed and handed you a snickers bar - your absolute favorite.

“Aw,” you cooed, finger tapping his nose, "Is this a thank you for the coffee this morning?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Flash scrunched his nose and flicked your hand away.

“What's up with you lately?” You asked, peeling away at the bar’s wrapper and taking a large bite, “You’ve been so touchy and caring. I mean, you’ve given me more hugs this week than you have in your entire life.”

Flash’s ears turned red as he pursed his lips and looked down at his bare feet, “I’m not being touchy.”

You stopped and turned to face him with a tilted head and cocked eyebrow. He sighed, “You almost died, Y/n,” he admitted with a small voice, tracing all your scars with his eyes, "I don’t know, I just...I don’t want to lose you, you know? It was scary.”

Your demeanor softened and you gave him a gentle smile. Flash wasn’t one to open up and express his feelings properly, but it warmed your heart that he tried to with you. You wrapped your arms around him once more, calmly rubbing his back, “I don’t wanna lose you, either.”

He snorted and pulled back, jabbing your side and making you squeal, “Yeah, who wouldn’t?”

You jokingly pushed at his shoulders, “I could give you a fucking list.”

The two of you laughed in the hallway as you looked up to see that you were almost at Peter’s door, where he stood there talking to Liz alone. Or, more accurately, both of them exchanging love eyes that made them fumble with their words and made a visible blush rise to their cheeks.

You rolled your eyes with disgust and gagged in revulsion while your heart clenched so hard you had to put a hand on your chest to make sure it was still beating.

And boy, was it beating, all right.

Flash was quick to notice your actions and tried to get them to separate, cupping his hands over his mouth, “Yo, loser,” he called out, making Peter turn, “Stay here. I’m sure Iron-Man is gonna need your help rescuing kittens that are stuck on trees.”

You let out a chuckle and grabbed Liz by her arm when you got close enough, “Come on, don’t waste your time with him. He’s got civil duties to get to.” You threw a deadly glance at him and dragged Liz with you to the pool, failing to notice Peter’s crest-fallen face.

Who cares about him, though? You were here to win a competition and get the trophy - maybe that’ll prove to your dad that you’re worth something, and if that fails, it’s still pretty cool to have accomplished something.

You ended up teaming up with Abe and successfully pushing Flash into the pool, high-fiving Abe before he canon-balled in himself. You giggled, watching your teammates gesture you to come in, but you shook your head and took a seat in one of the chairs.

“Oh, come on, Y/n. Just come in for a minute.”  

“I’m not a swimmer, Flash. I’ll be here, just not in there.”

Your body was aching from the lack of sleep and constant moving around. Plus, you really weren’t much of a swimmer. You quietly took a seat beside MJ as she read a book you once read as well, the chair making a screeching sound that made you cringe and alerted MJ of your presence.

“Can I help you with something?” She asked, flipping to the next page and reading on, but somehow she saw you throw a glance at her.

“Nah,” you crossed your arms and leaned back, watching as Liz got splashed with water by both Cindy and Abe, who then proceeded to dunk Flash’s head in the water and high-fived, “just recognized the book, s’all.”

She hummed and nodded, and you saw her peek up at you from the corner of your eye, “Good taste. I’d like you if you weren’t a bully.”

“Guess you’ll never like me, then.” You replied, monotony lacing your voice, immediately putting an end to the conversation that was only beginning to bloom. You knew she was going to transform it into another ‘what you’re doing isn’t right’ lecture, but you’ve heard enough of it from Jane.

A tense silence settled between you two as her words settled in your mind. A bully. That’s exactly what you were seen as. You guessed people don’t exactly see what caused the change in behavior, but they see the change itself.

You placed the back of your head against the concrete wall and stared up, looking through the built in glass that allowed the moon’s light to bleed into the pool, fully brightening it up until the shadow of a figure covered the view. Him.

Him clad in his latex suit with a backpack on, hands holding the mask that would hide his identity from the rest of the world.

You saw him staring at her.

You felt your heart fall to the pit of your stomach, where it seemed to only cause a burning sensation - jealousy. You were looking at him while he was too busy looking at someone else, and that seemed to have followed you your entire life, even when you weren’t friends.

You gulped and turned away before you ever saw his line of vision move over to you, wondering and wondering.

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The next morning, you stood in front of Flash’s room with your hands on his shoulders as you tried to calm him down.

“Holy shit. Holy shit, I can’t do this, Y/n,” He said, rubbing his forehead. His shoulders were rising and falling at a quick pace beneath your palms as he took shallow breaths, nerves practically spewing out of him.

Who knew Flash was a worry wort?

“Okay, Flash, listen to me,” you grabbed his face and tilted it towards you so you could look him in the eye, “This competition is just a competition. It doesn’t prove your worth to anyone.” That’s not what you thought of yesterday, "Your grades and results don’t determine how smart you are, all right? They’re just numbers and letters, and those don’t make up who you are. And besides,” you gestured to the group of people that were across the hall knocking on Peter and Ned’s door, “if you’re so worried, we’ve got a whole bunch of smart-asses who’ll make up for your stupidity.”

You gave him a teasing smile and relaxed when he shook his head with a chuckle.

“You’ve got this, Eugene.”

He took a deep breath and nodded his head in affirmation, “Yeah. Yeah, I’ve got this."

“Attaboy! That’s the spirit!” You said, punching him in the shoulder and laughing when he held his arm in pain.

The concoction from the other side of the hall seemed to have risen above your laughter, making you and Flash exchange a look before running over.

“What’s going on?” Flash asked, causing everyone to turn.

“The boys won’t come out, and if they don’t we’ll be late,” Liz answered, checking the watch on her wrist and tugging the ends of her ponytail stressfully.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” You mumbled, rolling your eyes and elbowing your way through the crowd until you reached the door.

“Ned! Parker! Get the fuck out of this room or so help me God I will fucking break the door down!” You yelled, repeatedly slamming your fist on the door as it shook from the force.

To your surprise, the door immediately swung back to reveal a sweaty Ned and a missing Peter. Before he was going to say something, you asked, “Where is he?”

Ned stood there like a gaping fish, opening and closing his mouth with broken words falling out, “He..uh, he..won’t be able to make it?”

“He left?”

Ned took a shaky breath in and toyed with the hem of his shirt, “M-maybe..”

Typical Peter. Running away when he was needed.

“Of course he did,” you pinched the bridge of your nose then turned to Liz, “we’re just gonna have to leave without him.” You shrugged, watching as Liz’s shoulders deflated.

She looked mad, worried, and at the same time disappointed. You guessed it had something to do with whatever they were talking about yesterday.

You also guessed he left due to something that had to do with Spider-Man, but you didn’t have enough evidence to prove it to yourself. Regardless of how you wanted to feel, you started getting rather distressed. You wondered if he left after seeing you guys in the pool, where he was, if he was all right, why he hasn’t come back - all questions that could be answered by Ned, you realized. But you didn’t want to risk it.

So, you made your way to the competition with murmuring nerves and trembling hands. You blamed it on the competition, but you knew deep down that it was Peter’s absence that was troubling you.

Either way, you thanked God for MJ’s intelligence that won you the competition.

Hugs were being exchanged all around and pride flowed between your teammates as a golden trophy was handed to your team.

To celebrate, you made your way to the Washington Monument, where you’d be given a boring tour and promised an 'unforgettable view.’ However, there was a tugging feeling in your stomach as Flash asked Mr. Harrington if he could tell Peter that he was expelled. He still hasn’t shown up. Your mind raced with possibilities, and only got worse as the monument's elevator ascended.

Until it abruptly stopped and aggressively shook in its place, causing panic to spread among your group as dust fell upon everyone from the hole that seemed to have appeared above you, covering you from head to toe. Smoke began to fill the elevator’s confined space and-

And this was starting to feel like Delmar’s all over again.

You were frightened, hands shaking and tears welling up in your eyes as oxygen barely made its way into your lungs only to come out again. Your eyes were glued to the hole in the elevator’s roof, as if it’d somehow close up again if you stared at it long enough. It felt as if you were looking at the inside of one’s body - it was a sight you were never meant to see, and now, here you were, seeing it. You saw the wires and pulleys that kept the elevator in its place, and you couldn’t describe how wrong it was.

“Okay, guys, I know that was scary but our safety systems are working. We’re very safe in here.” The lady assured in the most tedious way possible. It was like you weren’t about to meet death himself. Like everything was okay.

It wasn’t.

“No, lady! No, we’re clearly not!” You yelled as you collapsed to the floor, clutching your head and rocking back and forth.

“Okay, Y/n, breathe, breathe.” Mr. Harrington crouched down to your level, inhaling and exhaling slowly as if that’d help you. You could hardly focus on anything but the fact that you felt like you were going to die.

Death seemed to chase you wherever you went, like you were cursed, and now these people were going to go down with you, with no superhero to come swooping in because you didn’t know where he was.

Oh my God, why is this happening?

Flash hastily looked around and pointed to a small opening on the side of the elevator, “We can open that! We can open that and get out through there!” He said, and the others got to work right away.

Ned carried the lady on his shoulders as she successfully pushed it open, allowing new air to come through, the group taking a large, collective inhale. Flash kneeled down beside you, and rubbed your back, promising you everything will be okay, which calmed you down enough to stand up.

You were still scared, hands were still shaking, but you knew you had to put others before you. So you concealed them from everyone’s view, and helped your teammates safely climb out to where a group of security guys was waiting to pull them out.

Cindy went up first, then Abe, Sally, and the dude with glasses you could never remember the name of, until you, Flash, Mr. Harrington, Liz, and Ned remained.

They all suggested you go first, but you refused and told them you’d be fine with assisting them. Flash was up next.

The minute he jumped off the elevator’s surface to grab ahold of the security guard’s hand, the wires which held the elevator in its place snapped and you began your fast descend, screaming into oblivion as your heart rattled inside your ribcage.

A strong force stopped the elevator from falling further for a second before it started falling again, not giving you enough time to catch your breath. It hit a large metal ground, hard, and that seemed to stop it and made you fall on your knees and bust the rest of the glass.

You breathed harshly, thinking it was over, basking in sweet relief until Spider-Man fell from the hole into the elevator and pushed it down even further, prompting the elevator to plunge at an even faster rate, and both Liz and Ned to let out an ear-deafening scream that made its way to your stomach, twisting and turning it while your knuckles turned white from the death grip you had on the railing.

There's your second chance at death, because apparently, one time wasn’t enough.

With his quick thinking, though, Spider-Man raised his arm and shot his web to the ceiling of the building, holding on as he planted his legs on the corner of the elevator, and pulling as it hung in the air.

He looked around the elevator, pausing for a second on your curled up body, before clearing his throat, “Hey, how you doin’?” He said, thickening his New York accent, “don’t worry about it, I got you.”

Ned - like he wasn’t about to fucking die - began fangirling over his best friend as he yelled out multiple 'yes's and bounced up and down, making the elevator’s wheels creak, threatening to fall once again.

"Hey, hey, hey, big guy! Quit movin’ around!” Spider-Man scolded Ned, his voice returning back to normal as he tugged on the web to slowly pull the lift up.

Your insides were still flipped and in all the wrong places, mind frozen as you sat on the ground, still rattled, with tears pushing hard against your waterline. Your breathing was loud and labored, which caught Liz’s attention.

“Hey,” she sat down beside you, voice husky, still half dazed herself, “we’re gonna be okay.” She said, almost as if she was trying to convince herself with her words, "We’re safe now.”

She paused for a moment, "I know what happened to you at Delmar’s-“ You saw Spider-Man’s head swerve towards the both of you for a second as you inhaled sharply. “-but you’re okay. We’re all going to be fine.”

You tilted your head towards her, tracing over her messed up hair and flushed cheeks, dirt painting her face but a small, hopeful smile sat on her lips. You managed to give her a nod and a squeeze of her hand in acknowledgment. Though it did nothing to calm you down, you were still grateful for her sincerity and effort in trying to do so.

“All right, everyone out.” Spider-Man demanded once you reached the level where the security guards were waiting. His grunting made it sound like he didn’t have as much time as he needed, and every person made their way out slowly but carefully.

You shakily stood on your legs, waiting for everyone to get out and counting down until it was your turn. Three, Ned was out first. Two, Mr. Harrington made it to the other side. One, Liz was safely out as she looked back at you and stretched her arm, palm open and awaiting your own.

You quickly skidded across the floor, and just as your skin touched hers, the web broke into two with a splick sound.

And for the next second you were falling to your death, all on your own.

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[nothingbutimagines]

Snowflake (Natasha Romanoff)

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Warning: Cursing, lots of fluff

Summary: While Natasha and Y/n are cutting up snowflakes to decorate for Christmas, Y/n asks what their future together might look like. 

Author: Dizzy

A/N: I was really sick Dec. 18th to the 20th, so this fic that should’ve been up the 19th is now here along with Steve Rogers fic and Avengers fic I had planned for the days I was sick as well. Happy holidays and I hope you are all doing okay and are staying healthy and safe! We are getting so close to Christmas and I am too excited for the gifts under the tree. 

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“Shit!” You hissed, shaking your finger before examining it, seeing the small paper cut begin to bleed lightly as Natasha gazed up at you from her little project. 

“Did you just give yourself a paper cut?” She asked, reminding you of a concerned mother with her child. 

“Maybe...” You trailed off, bringing your finger to your mouth, sucking at the cut lightly. “I’m fine.”

“You want me to kiss it better?” 

“No, it’s okay.”

You pulled your finger from your mouth as Natasha gave you a look, her brow raised and head lowered a bit as she looked up at you, almost as if she was daring you to tell the truth. 

“Yes, please.” You held your finger out to her as she chuckled, kissing your finger lightly. “Hey, Nat?” 

“Yeah?” 

“What do you think our future’s gonna look like?” 

You waited patiently as she paused, thinking about it for a moment as she ripped up a piece of tape and grabbed a tissue. You watched as she ripped off a corner of the tissue, folding it before taking your hand again, placing the tissue on the cut before wrapping the tape around it. 

“I don’t know,” she spoke softly as she pressed down on the tape, “I haven’t thought much beyond what kind of ring I’d get you if we got engaged.” 

“If?”

Natasha rolled her eyes with a smile. “When we got engaged. Anyway, I thought we’d always talk about it together. I didn’t want to make any assumptions about what you wanted.” 

“I guess that’s nice.” You replied, a bit disappointed that Natasha hadn’t given the idea as much thought as you had. “You wanna know what I think our future would look like?”

“If you say a farm with some bunnies, I’m going to scream.” 

“Oh, come on, that joke is always funny.” 

“Not after you’ve told it to me about a hundred times.” Natasha argued, picking up her scissors and beginning to cut the last pieces off her snowflake. “Now, tell me what it is you really want our future to look like.” 

You looked down at the makeshift band-aid on your finger, smiling to yourself before continuing with your snowflake making as well.

“First, I want to get a dog and maybe a bunny rabbit.” You started, not needing to look up at Natasha to know she was already rolling her eyes. “No! I mean that! Rabbits are really cute. Don’t roll your eyes.”

“I’m sorry,” She leaned forward and kissed you head softly, “continue.”

“So rude. Anyway, I think we could get a cute little house in the middle of nowhere like Clint where it would be just us and our dog and rabbit.”

“This is starting to sound eerily similar to a farm with bunnies.”

“Oh my god, stop! Just let me talk!” You giggled, pretending to be annoyed by her remarks. “As I was saying, we get this cute little house away from the city and it’d be just us and our pets for a while and maybe we’d travel the world since I’ve always wanted to see Rome. Of course we’d be married, but I would probably want kids after we settle down with all the plane hopping.”

“Did you just admit you want to have kids with me?” 

“Why are you looking at me like I just told you I’m growing a second head?”

“I don’t know, I’m just surprised that you want to have kids with me. Or really, that anyone wants to have kids with me at all.” Natasha admitted, smiling shyly. 

“Why wouldn’t I want to have kids with you?”

Natasha shrugged, looking away and out the window beside her at the snow falling onto the ground and the trees. 

“I guess I’ve always thought I’d be too distant and end up alone, so kids never crossed my mind. I’ve worked my whole life and until now, I never thought I’d stop to settle down.”

You reached forward, placing your hand on hers as you smiled softly. You rubbed your thumb over her knuckles as you moved your hands, your fingers grazing hers as you grabbed her hand tightly. 

“Well, now you have more reason to. And of course, I want to have kids with you. I’d love to have some smart asses with your personality and green eyes running around.”

“Even if they’d be as hard to handle as me?” She looked over at you, biting her lip softly.

“You’re not that hard to handle.”

“You didn’t know me when I was a kid.” 

You laughed lightly. “I would still want them, even if they are as much of troublemakers as you once were.” 

Natasha laughed lightly, pulling her hand from yours so she could unfold her finished snowflake, holding up the cut paper for you to see. Silently, she ripped up a piece of tape and tacked the snowflake to the window, looking over her shoulder at you with a sense of nervousness.

“I think I’d like that, too.” She admitted, the nervousness subsiding slightly as you watched her shoulders relax. “You want to know what else I’d like?” 

“What?”

“To do this every year in that little house you want. You know, waking up to fresh snow and going out onto the patio with nothing but our pajamas and the comforter we tore of the bed to keep us warm and some coffee. And then to make crafts in anticipation for Christmas with those kids and the bunny farm you want so bad.” 

Natasha leaned forward as she spoke, her eyes never breaking contact with yours before she closed them slowly, leaning into you as she connected your lips. 

You closed your eyes, still feeling the same sort of spark you first had when you started dating, hopeful that the feeling would never fade, even into the future. You wanted to whine when she pulled away from you and turned to return back to her snowflake making. You followed in suit, occasionally glancing at her while she glanced back at you, smiling and giggling like two school girls in love.

“Ow, fuck!” Her sudden outburst caused you to look up from your work as you watched her put her finger to her mouth.

“You get a paper cut?” You asked as she nodded in response. “You want me to kiss it?”

[mlm-writer]

Zoom Accessory (Peter Parker x GN!Reader)

Kinktober Day 14: Buttplug

Pairing: College Student Peter Parker (Tom Holland ver.) x Student Gender Neutral Reader Rating: Explicit Words: 873 Summary: Latest Zoom fashion: the buttplug.  Note: Dam dat ass b good tho. Tags: Semi-public-ish sexish, rimming, anal fingering and established relationship

“My meeting is starting in 5 minutes, babe,” Peter whimpered. He shuddered as you pushed your tongue deeper inside him. His arms were shaking, so he bent them and buried his face in the sheets of his bed. You licked over his hole. 

“How long did you plan for the meeting to take?” Peter tried to answer, but you pushed a spit-slicked finger inside him. He moaned prettily into the sheets. You ran your tongue over the place where your finger disappeared inside him. “Answer me, baby,” you hummed, a shit-eating grin on your face and you knew he could hear it. 

“30 minutes, we… oh fuck, we just need to inform each other of how far we are with the group project.” Peter let out a pleasure-filled sound when you pulled your finger out. You grabbed the lube bottle off his nightstand and the toy you prepared this morning when you woke up before him. 

“Oh then you can keep this inside you.” Before Peter could ask what you were talking about, you pressed the cold metal of the buttplug against his hole. 

“Fuck, while I am talking to my peers?” You hummed. “That’s so hot, please put it in me, babe.” You did not expect Peter to be this willing to have a buttplug in him while talking about a group project, but you were not exactly surprised either. You lubed the toy up and gently pushed it inside. When Peter clenched around the base of the toy, the fake gem at the end snug against his hole, you gave his ass a playful smack. 

“Get your pants on, baby, your zoom meeting is about to start.” You stood up to wash your hands. When you returned from the bathroom, you saw Peter already sitting at the desk, talking with three other engineering students about code and conduits. You discreetly walked past and plopped down on Peter’s bed. You dragged your study books from underneath and started reading quietly, but you could not stop thinking about Peter’s ass, specifically what was inside it. 

You glanced up from your boring reading and noticed Peter squirming a little. His ears were a little red, but other than that, he was putting up a good front. You licked your lips, your mind wandering to the things you wanted to do with him. Technically, you could crawl under the desk right now and blow him, but you were very certain that Peter would not appreciate that one bit. Maybe one bit, but not more than that. 

30 minutes were never that long. After 10, you noticed Peter talking faster and you smirked. You kept your eyes on your book, but your ears peeled for what Peter was saying. You noticed him rushing, trying to wrap it up quicker. “Hey guys, I think we are almost done. Is it ok if I slip out a little earlier this time? I got soup simmering on the stove and I think it is bubbling over. Yeah. Good. Thanks guys, bye!” 

You heard Peter almost slamming his laptop closed and laughed. “Oh you made me soup?” Peter gave you a face as he pushed his pants down, revealing he never bothered putting on underwear. Then again, he could’ve skipped pants all together. Peter took your book away from you and placed it on the floor. You grinned as he got on the bed in front of you, face down and ass up. “Damn baby, you’re gorgeous,” you sighed at the sight in front of you. 

Peter wiggled his ass, begging for your attention without saying a word. You grabbed the lube, making sure his hole was slick, before pulling out the buttplug. Peter moaned as it slipped out of him. “Fuck me with it,” he spoke with a strained voice, but it was laced with pleasure. You grinned as you put more lube on him and fucked him with the buttplug, mesmerised by how he clamped down on it when you pushed it in and how he gaped when you had pulled it out. 

Peter started touching himself, legs shaking as he clearly got closer to his orgasm. You fucked him harder with it, pushing and pulling with more force. Peter cursed as he came on the bed. You pushed the buttplug inside and pushed him next to the cum stain onto his back. Peter stared at the ceiling, panting. “Good?” You asked as you pulled the sheet from under him to get those washed up. 

Peter squirmed on the bed, moaning as he still felt the buttplug there in his sensitive hole. “Oh yes,” he sighed, “what time is it?” You wiped your hands off on the already-dirty sheets, before taking a look at your phone. 

“It is 10:30.” 

Peter pushed himself up. “I got a lecture at 11,” he groaned. “Should really freshen up if I don’t wanna look like sex.” You hummed, but stopped him as he tried to go into the bathroom. Peter raised a brow at you, eyes glancing between yours and your hand on his chest. 

“Will you still wear that buttplug during your next lecture?” His eyes caught your dark gaze and he swallowed thickly. 

“If you want me to... yeah.”