#and I'm running out of Parker content to consume :(

[the-algid]

Who else up thinking about Peter "Parker" Yang??

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Mad Season 2

Warnings: non/dubcon, social anxiety, chronic illness, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Bucky Barnes, Peter Parker

Summary: a class project gets messy. (short!reader)

Note: yes I'm being irresponsible.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

‘So sorry I’m running behind. May forgot her wallet’. You reread Peter’s message for the fifth time and check the time under the bubble. More than forty minutes ago. He has to be close. 

You thought of checking but you don’t want to pressure him. Besides, he is doing a favour by bringing you to Stark Tower to let you use the space with him. You turn and pace along the wall, out of the way of the New York pedestrians who wouldn’t even notice if you got underfoot. 

You thought of waiting in the lobby but that’s too much. You focus on breathing. You feel alright for the moment, but a few times, you’ve reached for your inhaler just out of habit.  

“Hey,” a voice draws you out of your mounting anxiety, bringing you back down to just above neutral. “Door’s open, you know?” 

You face Bucky as he holds open of the many glass doors. 

You nod and teeter on your heels. “I know, sir. Just waiting.” 

“Bucky,” he corrects you. Like last time. Oops. “Waiting on the kid?” You gesture affirmatively again. He waves you over casually with a gloved hand, “come on. I can get ya into the lab.” 

“Mm, ahem,” you clear your throat, it’s getting tight. You get closer as the noise of the street makes it hard to hear your own thoughts. “That’s nice but I said I’d wait here.” 

“Busy,” he comments and his eyes roll around derisively. “Should be out here on the street. Let the kid know you’ll be upstairs.” 

There’s no arguing with him, not that you would ever dare. You’re not afraid of him. Maybe intimidated but who doesn’t make you feel small. No, he’s Bucky Barnes, an Avenger. You have no ground to tell him no. Besides, he’s being nice even if his tone remains mostly indifferent. 

“Thanks, s—Bucky,” you muster a tight-lipped smile. 

He holds the door and you flit in ahead of him, your wool jacket flapping and brushing against him. He follows. You hurry ahead then stop short as you realise you don’t know where you going. As you do, a man in a suit huffs and nearly knocks you over with his arm. 

“Watch it, little girl.” He sneers. 

“Hey,” Bucky catches him by his tie, “what’d you say to the lady?” 

You spin around in shock, rubbing your arm at the suddenness of it all. 

“N-nothing, I--” the man blinks in fear. “Nothing, she just got in my way.” 

“You knocked into her and you can’t say sorry?” Bucky pulls him closer, glaring at him with a furrow of his nose. 

“N-no,” the man shows his palms, “no.” 

“Look at her. She’s half your size, pal. You think she could hurt you?” 

“No, no, look, I’m sorry. I’m sorry!” The man sputters. 

“Not to me,” Bucky slides his hand down the man’s tie and pulls him like a dog on a leash toward you, “her.” 

The man blanches and gulp, “look, miss, I’m sorry. I didn’t see you. I shouldn’t have... I should look where I’m going.” 

“Good boy,” Bucky’s snarl comes close to a smirk as he lets the man go and taps his cheek lightly. “Go.” 

He shoves the man by the shoulder and you bat your eyes dumbly. You watch him go as Bucky looms close. You look at him and reach for your bag. You unzip the pouch at the end of the thin strap and pull out your inhaler. You take a puff. 

His expression softens, “oh, is that me?” 

You shake your head, “too many people.” 

“Ah, right,” he points toward the elevators. 

You follow him as he bulldozes through the bodies and pushes the button. You stop beside him and fidget with your inhaler. You peek over at him again. He looks down at you and you wince. 

“Sorry... I...” 

“People usually only stare when I got the arm out,” he shrugs. “I got something on my face? Damn beard catches.”  

Brushes his fingers over the thicket of hair across his jaw. You shake your head again. 

“S-sorry. I... I...” you sniff as the doors open and he beckons you ahead of him. You scurry on and he follows as a slow pace. He spins and jabs the buttons.  

“Thanks for... for helping.” 

“Not at all,” he says. Silence rises with the elevator. He coughs. “You know, I had a buddy with ashthma. Still my buddy but he don’t got the asthma no more.”  

He snorts. You mull his words. You think know who he means.  

“The stuff or whatever... got rid of it?” You ask meekly. 

“Yeah, the stuff. Serum. Poison,” he scoffs. 

“Oh,” you hum. 

“Guess I take it for granted. Never had to worry about much of the being sick part. Sister did. Yeah, she used to always have something,” he clicks his tongue. “Tell me when to shut up.” 

“No, no, I wouldn’t... wouldn’t ever,” you stutter. 

Another lulls fills the elevator as it opens, but the tension remains trapped inside. He points you out first and waits to trail after you. You come out onto the floor. You vaguely recognise some of the acrylic decor and the stiff looking chairs but you don’t know where to go. 

“Left,” he directs you with a gentle caress down your sleeve. “Easy to get lost when you don’t waste your life here." 

You let him guide you. You’d lose yourself without him. It’s exactly why you’d been out on the street.  

That reminds you of Peter. You reach for your bag again and pull out your phone. You check for a message. 

“Kid standing a nice gal like you up?” He asks. 

You flinch, “uh, no, his aunt... there was an emergency.” 

“More important than you, huh?” He pivots and presses his finger to the keypad. The door opens. 

“I don’t... I don’t know. It’s not a big deal.” 

He looks at you, his eyes narrowing, “you’re not a big deal?” 

“No, waiting isn’t... isn’t that bad,” you stammer. “Uh, thanks, again.” 

“Well, you know, in my day, we treated ladies with respect. Let me know if the kid needs a lesson or two,” he taps the doorframe. “I’ll check in, just in case.” 

“You don’t have to.” 

“I know I don’t,” he says. “Go on,” he nods through the door. 

You don’t hesitate. You enter the lab with another thanks, eager to have some time to yourself. You go to the table and untangle your knapsack. You look back just as the door starts to slide shut. You only get a glimpse of his eyes before he’s blocked out by the metal barrier. You can feel his gaze staining you. 

You know it must be all in your head but he is so intense. Not as angry as last time but still... a lot. 

[angel-of-the-moons]

I am OBSESSED with the way you write the spiderverse characters!! You write them legitimately perfectly I can honestly hear them and play out the scenes in my head so perfectly! I wanted to request something with Pavitr after I saw the parental figure fanfic you did! Sort of in a similar vain with injuries and angst and comfort. Perhaps being an older sibling figure to him alongside Hobie, but reader kind of just doesn’t….really care about themselves, seeing a bunch of rubble or glass about to fall directly on top of him and pushing him out of the way to take the brunt of the damage and ending up getting extremely hurt in the process. I’m a SUCKER for hurt/comfort and for Pavitr being beside himself with fear “Pav! Pav let them go let the medics help them!!” “NO!! NO I need to stay-I need to stay with them PLEASE!! PLEASE I CAN’T LOSE THEM”

I'm sending all you guys Spider-Medic's therapy bills and tab at Starbucks I STG 😭

Super Glue

(Was used in Vietnam for wound closure. My Grandpa backed this fact up! It's why we always had super glue in the house as a kid!)

Pavitr x Older Sibling Figure!Spider-Person Reader

TW/CW: Mentions of Injury, blood, battlefield surgery, mentions of possible death. Angst with a hot side of Pavitr's soft fluffy heart getting stepped on again

MINORS DNI: I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

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It was supposed to be routine. A routine mission. Easy in, easy out. Nah the bad guys, save some people.

So how in the world could it have gone so wrong?

None of you were anticipating Green Goblin lobbing new sticky bombs at you guys!

The only thing at the forefront of your mind was "protect". Damn what happened to you.

All you ever cared about was protecting the others, members of your team, civilians. You didn't care if you got hurt, you never did.

When Pavitr expressed concern for you, you just patted his head and told him you'd be fine. Bloody face, busted lip and nose... you'd smile. For them, you'd always smile. No matter how bad the pain was.

No matter how many times you almost died.

Like now.

Right. Now.

The only thing your mind saw was the bombs being thrown Pavitr's way.

On sheer instinct alone, you reach out, sling some web and pull yourself towards him, using your leverage and another string of webs to pull Pavitr out of the way as the bombs detonated on the support columns of the front half of the bank you were trying to protect.

The last thing you remember was your ears ringing, the smoke in your lungs, the feeling of glass shredding your suit and skin, and the collapse of rubble.

You didn't remember anything else.

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Pavitr climbed to his feet as quickly as possible, frantically looking around the carnage for you.

Hobie and one of the Peter Parkers was busy finally webbing Goblin up, pinning him to the wall of the nearby bodega.

Pavitr meanwhile, was consumed with the thought that something happened to you. He couldn't see you, you weren't answering.

Everyone knew that Pavitr adored you just as much as Hobie. You two were the older siblings he wished he had.

The one who everyone took to calling Spider-Medic gripped Pavitr's arm, talking to him, but Pavitr couldn't hear him over the ringing and blood rushing in his ears.

Pavitr felt his heart stop and blood run cold when he saw your hand sticking out of the rubble.

Even Medic went into autopilot, rushing over alongside Pavitr to pry the shattered brick and concrete off of you.

Thankfully it collapsed in a way that didn't kill you, or fully crush you.

But you had a piece of rebar sticking out of your side, your suit shredded and bloody from the shards of glass.

You weren't moving.

There was so much blood.

"Aw, hell." Medic's voice said, as he immediately pulled out his flashlight from one of his hip-bags.

He gently pushed your eyes open one at a time and checked how responsive you were. The sudden light blinding you made you groan, and twitch, whimpering when the rebar reminded you where it was lodged.

"Hey, Punk!" Medic shouted.

Hobie's spiked head immediately swiveled towards you guys and ran over.

"Okay, Pavitr?" Medic asked him, handing him some sterile gauze patches.

"Y-Yeah?" He stammered.

"You need to hold these down and be ready to apply serious pressure. We gotta get that rebar out. We don't have time to cut them loose, we can't afford to stay in this universe for too long. We have to get 'em back to HQ." He said, his military training kicking in.

"Okay, O-Okay." Pavitr said shakily, doing as he said.

But the moment his fingers touch the tender area around your wounds, you flinched and whimpered against causing him to recoil.

"Kid, regardless, this is gonna hurt. They're gonna scream, gonna cry. You can't ease up the pressure or they'll bleed to death. Understood?"

"Y-yes sir." Pavitr said, choking the lump in his throat down as he gripped the wound as he was instructed.

"Punk, you and I are gonna pull 'em up on 3. Got it?"

"Got it." Hobie nodded grimly.

Pavitr didn't hear the countdown. All he could hear was your mouth opening to scream as you were yanked off the piece of metal, all he could see was the blood that gushed from the wound in your side.

Immediately, Medic went to work.

He ripped open his packs and slapped on some sterile gloves over his suit, grabbing a bottle of alcohol.

He had Hobie hold you down while he cleaned your wounds out as fast as possible.

Pavitr paced, his hands wringing, your blood soaking through his gloves and into his skin.

He didn't like the smell of it, how it felt.

"Please please please please please--" Pavitr kept saying, his eyes wide and terrified as Medic began stitching you shut with the efficiency only a man who was accustomed to treating on the battlefield could wield.

"Please please please help them, d-don't let them die, I..." Pavitr was starting to hyperventilate, even as Peter put his hand on his shoulder, the teen trying to avoid looking at the bloody mess that you were as you were stitched up.

"P-Pavitr." He tried to say, his voice cracking. "Just... just let Med do his job, okay? Th-they'll be fine. Okay? Right?"

"I c-c-can't lose them. Not them, too!" Pavitr blubbered out, emotion gripping his heart like an icy fist. "I can't lose anyone else! I can't!"

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You woke up, body sore, bandaged from head to toe. You couldn't see out of one of your eyes, but that was probably from the bandages on your head.

You crane your head, neck aching in protest as you look next to your bed, at the body curled up in the uncomfortable chair next to you.

Poor Pavitr was dressed in some basic scrubs, a thin hospital blanket wrapped tightly around his body as he snored softly.

You sigh, and try to sit up.

Bad idea.

You immediately swallowed a cry of pain that bled through the anesthesia.

But it was still loud enough to wake Pavitr up.

The poor guy immediately went into action and rushed to your side, your name leaving his lips like he thought you'd shatter if he spoke too loud.

"You--you're awake! You're not supposed to be!" Pavitr told you.

"Yeah, I guess nobody told Med that I have a high tolerance for medications." You grunted.

"Here!" Pavitr said, pushing the button on the side of your bed, letting the back of your bed crane so you were sitting up without straining your stitches.

"Thanks..." You sigh, easing back a bit.

"I feel like I got hit by a truck." You groaned.

"Or seven. And got trampled by a herd of buffalo."

Pavitr swallowed hard.

"I'm sorry--"

"Pavitr..."

"If--if I was watching my back better, you wouldn't have--"

"Hey, kid." You reach out and bop him on the head softly, his shoulders scrunching as you do. "I'm alive, ain't I? Stop apologizing."

"But, but--"

"No buts. Take the win. We'll be okay." You smile thinly, trying to ease his fears.

You could tell it didn't work.

"Hey, you kids!" Medic barked as he walked into your suite.

You winced, prepared for another lecture from him.

"You better not roughhouse and ruin the twelve hours of work I put into keeping your guts inside you! Or make me regret using all that super glue!"

You and Pavitr look at each other, and finally laugh.

[whatsarasaid]

9 People to Get to Know Better

Tagged by the always lovely @lordbhreanna.

1. Three ships: In general, you can just say the word 'partners' and my ears will perk up like a German shepherd who's just heard a slice of American cheese crinkle open, but here are three that my AO3 history says I've read in the past six months.

(Answers below the cut because this got long).

Jyn Erso/Cassian Andor (Star Wars): War refugees finding purpose in self-sacrifice to higher ideals. Brief comfort in each other while facing the horrors. Reading into the unsaid. This one is funny because it's had a lot of longevity for me although it's never lived in the hyperfixation category. The only time I like Star Wars is when it leaves the Jedi hocus-pocus and nostalgia references behind, which means Rogue One and Andor are my personal pinnacle of SW.

Simon "Ghost" Riley/John "Soap" MacTavish (COD): Similar to above, although the military propaganda bois here have less nobility in their cause. You know, it's that— “You want to be brothers-in-arms, to have him to yourself […] to be shipwrecked together, [to] perform valiant deeds to earn his admiration, to save him from certain death, to die for him — to die in his arms, like a Spartan, kissed once on the lips […] or just run his errands in the meanwhile. You want him to know what cannot be spoken, and to make the perfect reply, in the same language.” (Stoppard, The Invention of Love) Safe to say, my definition of romance includes camaraderie, devotion, banter, and gritted teeth. Also, the pro of one-dimensional video game characters is that fic writers can fill in the blanks with whatever they want, and this ship has some crazy-talented authors who flesh them out excessively well.

Peter Parker/Wade Wilson (Marvel Comics/Sony): This is my lazily-popping-Ritz crackers-into-my-mouth ship, although I'm very fussy with which fics I read from it. It's wild and irreverent and dysfunctional, but the heart wants what it wants, and sometimes, it wants the sassy vigilante who's experienced a lifetime of grief to get caught in tête-à-têtes with an unfiltered mercenary who can't die.

2. First ever ship: Probably Zelda/Link (Legend of Zelda). Ocarina of Time told me to go rescue the princess, and my kid-self went, "Yeah, let's go get my girl. We're in love, bb."

3. Last song: Vampire Empire by Big Thief.

4. Last film: Poor Things. A willful and visually extravagant satire that made me cry once, flinch constantly, and laugh scornfully throughout. It fearlessly addressed the many ways men attempt to control women in general and their sexuality in particular. It felt like watching a novel, which is difficult to do, and the triumphant ending was a nice reward.

5. Currently reading: The Self Under Siege by Firestone, Firestone, and Catlett and Exhalation by Ted Chiang. Both are excellent and have tight, elegant writing styles that uphold their even better— although very different—content. I picked up This is How You Lose the Time War by El-Mohtar and Gladstone from the library recently, too. Why yes, that is too many books to be reading at once, thanks for noticing.

6. Currently watching: Nothing at the moment. The last thing I watched was season two of The Bear.

7. Currently consuming: Black coffee.

8. Currently craving: BBQ pork buns and guava curd doughnuts from the long-closed Asian-Portuguese fusion bakery that used to be a couple of blocks from me. RIP RIP RIP. Craving never to be slaked.

Tagging: @her-satanic-majesty @primewritessmut @periodically-puzzled @elenafisher-wong and, of course, anyone who wants to participate and make it nine for me. Tell me what you're into these days.

[velveticamoon]

CONFESSIONS.

— PETER PARKER X FEM! READER [established relationship]

SYNOPSIS: you’re trying to focus in class, but peter missed you and just wants some of your attention.

WORD COUNT: 1.7k

WARNINGS: some cursing, but it's mostly just fluff <3

A/N: omg she’s alive 😟 hope y’all haven’t been starving too much while i’ve been gone 😁 anyways i’m back to feed u hungry hungry hippos with some content of my most beloved boy of all time peter parker <3 (there was no incentive behind why i wanted to start writing for him i just am deal with it ♥)

— feedback & reblogs are always appreciated! and without further ado, hope you enjoy, and have a great day ;)

- mimi

mind dizzy, your eyes have a hard time focusing on your professor ranting about his crappy coffee for the umpteenth time that evening, comically waving his arms around in a grumpy manner as he continues to defer from the supposed lecture's topic at hand.

on any other occasion, you would be welcoming the self-provoked intrusion during a lesson; but given the fact that you've been awake since five in the morning, and the clock on your phone screen was now throwing the fact that it was seven p.m in your face, you weren't exactly thrilled by the unexpected extension during this class.

you sigh, blinking your eyes rapidly in a pitiful attempt to keep your eyes open. you hear the lecture hall doors open behind you, and you start to think "who in their right mind would think about showing up now instead of just fucking off for the rest of the night like a normal person??"

the only reason why you were even in this class was because it was "absolutely impossible" for the professor to move it around to a more reasonable hour of the day, plus the added fact that it was mandatory for you to take. you had to remind yourself constantly that this course would only be lasting for six weeks anyways, but your desperate attempts to cheer yourself up didn't ease your exhaustion.

your eyes shifted to the previously unoccupied seat next to you, and you had to do a double take before realizing who it was that sat next to you.

"peter?" you whispered, trying your hardest to keep your voice down. your professor was known for having the ears of a bat, always taking any opportunity he could in order to tell his students to shut up. you were convinced it was one of his greatest sources of happiness, aside from the copious amounts of danishes he consumes.

"hey babe," peter smiled brightly beside you, his hair looking slightly disheveled, no doubt from the rain pouring outside which he probably tried to evade by running through as fast as he could.

"what're you doing here? i'm glad you're here, but i thought we were hooking up later tonight?" you and peter had your weekly movie night reserved for thursdays.

in the earlier stages of your relationship, peter was usually too busy with patrolling most nights, but over time he had realized just how much it was affecting you as much as it was affecting him by not being able to see you. he made it a promise to reserve thursday nights for you and you only, with happy being willing (begrudgingly) to help him out with his shenanigans.

what can he say? he loves you two, especially when it means you're able to preoccupy him for at least one night to give him some peace and quiet.

"my lecture ended early, so i figured i'd come by and visit you and walk you home before we hung out," he said, shrugging his jacket off and hanging it on the back of his chair. he ruffled his hair slightly, and picked up the latte you had in front of you, taking a sip before saying, "plus, i kinda forgot my umbrella, and you always have one on you so i was hoping we could share," he smiled, chuckling when you snatched your coffee back from his cold hands.

"ah, so you only came by to use me and steal my coffee. didn't realize just how materialistic you were parker," you playfully glared at him, and he chuckled before throwing an arm behind your chair, his hand slightly stroking your shoulder before going to play with the ends of your hair.

"you caught me, but it's your fault for making it so easy for me to use you, pretty girl," he squeezed your shoulder, his eyes crinkling from the unamused glance you threw his way.

you scoffed lightly, rolling your eyes and turning them back to your notebook. "my fault, huh? have fun walking back home in the rain with no umbrella then," you tilted your head, holding back your grin when he gasped dramatically, as he reached for both of your shoulders, shaking you lightly in protest at your retort.

"y/n/n, baby, you can't do this to me, if i get sick from the rain you're the one that's gonna be taking care of me, and i know you won't even let me kiss you because you won't wanna get sick- which i one hundred percent condone by the way, because you deserve to be healthy at all times, but still, i won't be able to kiss you because of how stubborn you are," he rambled, pouting as he laid his head on your shoulder.

you turned you head towards him, your right hand coming up to cup his cheek as you playfully whispered, " what gave you the impression that i was gonna kiss you at all after everything you said?"

his head jolted up, his hands grabbing yours as he whined apologies profusely, begging you to forgive him, and you bit your lip to keep yourself from bursting out into laughter.

however, his pleads were stopped abruptly as your professor was now standing in front of the two of you, you both sat up straight, peter's hands still clinging to yours.

"what exactly is so important that the two of you can't wait to disrupt the class over?" his voice boomed, snickers could be heard all throughout the lecture room. peter's eyes were blown wide open, his mouth opened to say something, but you beat him to it.

"sorry sir, we got a little bit distracted, and didn't realize that we were being too disruptive. we'll keep it down from now on," you politely said, the professor was slightly surprised at your composure and how sure you seemed, considering he was so used to students blubbering after being called out so openly. the disappointment in his eyes was almost too noticeable, and it left an uneasy feeling in your stomach.

he nodded curtly, and started walking back down towards the monitor at the front of the room, continuing on with his lecture.

you sighed lightly, and peter was finally able to take note of just how tired you looked. your hair was a little disheveled, and the way your eyes were drooping slightly, paired with the increased amount of coffee you'd been drinking the past few days was concerning to him.

he wanted to comfort you, but knew that talking was out of the question. "y/n wasn't kidding when she said he hears everything, i don't think i was even being that loud, was i??"

his eyes trailed down towards your notebook that hadn't been touched in quite a while, it seems. he lifted your hand up off of it, and you didn't think twice when he took it from under your arm, along with your pencil sitting next to it.

your focus was trained back on the lecture at hand, and that gave peter the perfect opportunity to write down some of his thoughts to you.

a couple moments later, he tapped your arm, pointing to your notebook where the words 'are u ok?' were written in his messy handwriting.

you smiled lightly at his gesture, taking the pencil from him and writing back, 'yeah, i'm fine, he just drains me,' before turning back to the monitor.

peter thinks for a second, and presses the pencil back down to the paper, his now damp hair flopping over his eyes in the process. he pushes the notebook back to you, and you look down where it says 'i can tell, and how are we the ones being disturbing when he can barely keep himself focused on anything like wtf??'

you snorted at that, grabbing the pencil from him when he passed it to you, his head leaning over your hand as you wrote, 'i kid you not, before you came in he spent a good 25 minutes complaining about the temperature of his coffee, and how he could tell the beans weren't organically processed due to the greater amount of bubbles around the rim of the cup, and how their appearance was more prolonged than normal.'

peter looked at you incredulously, whispering the word "seriously?" when you nodded, he blinked slowly, letting out a slight huff at the perplexity of your professor.

'damn, this dude really needs to get laid' peter wrote, smiling at the way you giggled. his heart felt warm whenever he managed to make you smile.

you scribbled something else on the page, peter eyeing you curiously. when you turned the paper over to him, he smiled and tilted his head, resting it on his palm knowingly as he read your words.

'so, you still haven't told me why you really came by?' you looked at him with your eyebrows slightly raised, and he couldn't help but stare at you endearingly before grabbing the hand that held your pencil, guiding it as he made you write the words he was unable to say out loud due to the very nosy professor scouring the lecture room.

'i just missed you :)' he confessed, and you smiled softly, putting the pencil down, and lacing your fingers with his that were wrapped around your own, propping your other arm up on the table to hold your own head up, looking into his eyes.

"you're so cheesy," you whispered, nothing but pure adoration pouring through your words, as peter brought the back of your hand up to his lips, placing multiple light pecks along your knuckles.

"only for you, bug," he whispered back, as he leaned his head forward to place one more kiss on your temple, nuzzling his nose against the side of your head, eyes shut as he took in a whiff of your hair, letting his head rest there for a while.

you pulled your intertwined hands up to your own lips to place a sweet kiss on the back of his hand in return, holding them underneath your chin as you re-focused on the lecture.

he was an idiot for always showing up at the worst times. but you had to confess, that despite all those terrible times? he somehow managed to make them all feel not so bad.

[toomanyrobins2]

drunk on indigo skies pt. 12

Summary: Y/N “Indigo” Phillips had dealt in secrets her whole life. Hired by Tony Stark at 16, falling in love with his son was never the plan. She also never expected that five years later, she’d be leaving Peter in the middle of the night with just a note on the dining room table. Now a year later, she has to return to the Three Families as their whole world continues to be threatened by a rival mob.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word count: 1.2k

Content warning: Mentions of alcohol abuse, sex, violence, murder

Notes: TADA! That's Indy's big secret! I couldn’t wait any longer! Now that it's all on the table, it's time for them to focus on a much bigger problem...HYDRA

series masterlist // next part

Sitting on the couch, Y/N looked nervous as all hell. She gnawed on her bottom lip as she tried to find the words. It was driving Peter crazy and finally he broke, “Please,” he begged, “Just tell me what is going on? You are scaring the crap out of me.”

She sighed, “I’ve been lying to everyone -- to you -- since I came back. Ellie...she isn’t mine. She’s actually the daughter of Jack Rollins.”

He was off the couch in half of a second, pacing in front of the fireplace. Ellie burst into tears at the shock and Y/N picked her up, trying to comfort her. Peter was running his hands through his hair, “Please tell me it’s not the Rollins I'm thinking of.” Y/N bit her lip and nodded. “You’ve got the child of the leader of HYDRA’s Chicago operations? How? Why? HOW!”

“Don’t yell at me! When I was there getting information for you guys, I found a woman who was trying to get away. She was a dancer in one of his clubs and got pregnant. Running from Rollins and I couldn’t abandon her. So, I hid her away. All I could think about was Birdie and how much Ellie’s mother reminded me of her. She was so young and had gotten mixed up and couldn’t escape. She didn’t have the Starks to swoop in and save her. Anyway, she had the baby and I was going to bring her here. She went to say goodbye to a friend and HYDRA got to her and killed her. So, I was alone in Chicago with this baby. I didn’t know what to do. Once I heard about her murder, I came straight back here. All I could think about was how different would my life have been if someone had stood up and taken me in when I was younger? I wouldn’t have bounced around most of my life.” She looked down at Ellie, who had finally calmed down, with tears in her eyes, “How can I not do this when I have a perfect view of what her future could be? She doesn’t deserve to be all alone.”

He dropped down to his knees in front of her and the baby, “You weren’t alone. You had me.”

“Yeah, I did,” Y/N ran a finger along the seven-month-old’s chubby cheek, “Ellie deserves her own Peter Parker.” She took a deep breath and met his eyes, “It wasn’t easy at first and it wasn’t fun. I caught myself turning to tell you things more times than I can count. I missed you so much more than I expected to. I worked all the time. I threw myself into finding out what HYDRA was doing in Chicago and destroying it. It became my whole life and when Ellie was born, I suddenly realized I couldn’t spend the rest of my life away from you all.”

“Why did you wait those months then?”

“Because as much as I missed everyone, I know what HYDRA is and I know the evil they do. I’ve witnessed it firsthand. I had a job and I was gonna finish it.”

Peter stood up and for a moment Y/N worried that this was the end, what she’d shared was too much to come back from. He surprised her by pressing a kiss to her forehead. Her eyes fluttered close as tears threatened to spill down her face. “Move in with me.”

“What?”

“Move in with me. I love you and I love Ellie and I don’t care. A dinosaur could come out of your ass and consume the coffee table and I’d still love you.”

She let out a wet laugh, “I love you too, you weirdo. And the most annoying thing is that I don’t think I ever stopped. You, Peter Parker-Stark, wormed your way in and never left.”

He just shrugged, “I’m persistent like that.” When Y/N moved to flick him, he captured her wrist in his grasp and pulled her into a kiss.

As soon as they got back to the city, Ellie has dropped off with Birdie and Steve for the night. A knowing smile was on his sister’s face as they quickly hurried out the door. Y/N was trying to unlock the door but Peter was peppering kisses on her neck, thoroughly distracting her. As soon as they were in and the door closed, both of their shirts were on the floor. Despite this not being their first time since Indy had returned, it was a fresh start. The sex before had been hurried, neither of them undressing more than unnecessary. Peter was almost reverent as he slowly pulled her clothes off. As her bra finally was thrown somewhere else in the living room, his hand traced up her waist and stopped at an unfamiliar scar. The skin was still tight and it was clearly only a few months old. He quirked an eyebrow at her and she only said one word with a shrug of her shoulders: Chicago.

Peter grumbled, “We are talking about this after.” Before she could respond, he bent over and took one of her nipples into his mouth. She gasped and her head fell back as he left marks all across her chest. Slipping on hand down, he found her wet and slipped a finger into her. Curses fell from her lip as he used his thumb to circle around her clit. Kissing down Y/N’s body, he stopped to nip at the tattoo of his name on her hip before his tongue joined his fingers in making her see stars.

“Peter, please!”

“What was that, darling?” He smirked at her as he added a second finger.

“Please. Want you.”

“You have me.”

Y/N growled in annoyance, “Want you in me.”Y/N whimpered as he stopped moving his fingers. Peter sat up to kiss along her neck as she ground her hips against his hand. He flipped Y/N around so that her chest was against the back of the couch. Anyone looking up would have seen her hand pressed against the window as Peter sheathed himself inside her, both of their moans echoing through the apartment. There was time for slow and loving sex later, right now they both needed this. Y/N’s head fell back as Peter’s hands gripped her hips. She knew that he was going to leave a bruise, but neither cared.

Y/N arched her back and wrapped one arm behind her around his neck. He took the invitation, sucking and biting her neck, sure to leave his mark on her. “Gonna cum for me, darling?” He brought his hand down to her clit and she shattered around him, dragging him with her. Y/N was held onto the back of the couch as she tried to catch her breath. Peter draped across her back was doing the same. She must have nodded off because when she woke up again he was curled around her and had a blanket pulled over them. The kiss he gave her was so sweet and so opposite to what they had just done, it made her giggle. He just kissed the tip of her nose and pulled her closer.

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Timeline: Several months post No Way Home, Pre Moon Knight, Pre Identity Reveals Characters: Peter Parker, Alice, mentions of Venom Warnings: None Rating: T Author: Mod Belle

"How are you so happy?" Peter looked at her in surprise, but Alice hardly noticed. The more she learned about this boy, this boy who'd lost his entire family and still greeted her at the Daily Bugle's office every day with a smile, the less she understood him.

A flurry of mixed emotions ran rampant in her. Confusion. Anger. Jealousy. Grief. Frustration. Venom was conspicuously silent. "You're like this - happy sunshine boy! How?! The world screwed you over! It's screwed you over SO MANY TIMES! How - HOW are you HAPPY?"

Peter was quiet. He looked back out at the sky. Alice distantly registered what she'd said, and realized she may not get a reply. Not like she'd deserve it after that outburst. Here she was, sitting next to someone who'd only shown her kindness and yelling at him for not being an emo prick.

"I'm pissed."

The sun was setting, casting pinks and oranges over the clouds above and city below. Peter stared out at it, a thousand memories playing behind his eyes that Alice couldn't see. His brows were lowered, but it was a thoughtful look. Contemplative. Not angry. Not hurt.

"Sometimes I remember everything that's happened," Peter said . His hands were folded loosely in his lap, thumb running across the soft skin of his palm. "And I wonder what the point of trying is anymore if the universe is just going to keep handing me losses." His thumb pressed into his hand until the skin turned white.

Then he sighed and it was like his whole body let go of something. He stopped putting pressure on his hand.

"If there's one thing I've learned," he told her, and there was a quietness to his voice now, "it's that the world isn't going to stop. It's not going to hold back its punches, even when you're down."

Alice swallowed. There was a lump in her throat now. "Then how…" She croaked. Her eyes watered but she held back the tears. Out of stubbornness or anger or out of a need to not be more vulnerable than she already was, she didn't know. "How do you keep going? Without…it consuming you?"

"Honestly?" Peter turned his gaze back towards her. "You struggle with it. There are bad days. Maybe bad weeks. But…" He inhaled, and it was shaky. "But you try your best to anchor yourself. Remember…remember what they would've wanted. Remember what you still have. What you could get."

He looked down and fiddled with his hoodie ties for a moment. Alice waited, unable to speak herself, and sensing him gathering his thoughts again. After a minute, he spoke again.

"The world isn't all bad. And we make choices. It's like…" His licked his upper lip, gathering the last of his thoughts, "like a giant game of Uno."

And despite the emotion and mourning in the air between them, Alice snorted. "Uno?" She asked.

"Yeah. Yeah!" He said, getting into the idea. His hands started to move as he spoke, gesturing at invisible cards and players. "No, because, when we play Uno, we all get a hand of cards, right? And sometimes we get totally fucked over, but there are good, fun moments too, and it's up to us to decide how to use our cards."

Alice felt her mouth quirk up into a smile as he explained. "Good metaphor."

"Technically I think it's an analogy."

Alice shoved him, but the action had no real heat behind it. Peter laughed.

Silence creeped over them again, but it wasn't as suffocating this time. It was almost content. Still, Alice had one more question.

"And…if you get a bad hand of cards?" She asked.

Peter leaned back on his hands. "Well…then I guess we do the best we can with them. And if someone hits us with a plus two, maybe we'll get a good card out of it, even though it kinda sucks that it happened."

Alice hummed quietly, turning that over in her mind. She was coming down from her emotional high. Venom was still absent, giving her space.

For the next few minutes, her and Peter just stared out at New York. They watched the sun dip below the horizon from their apartment complex's rooftop, Peter leaning back and Alice with her legs hanging off the edge.

She eventually broke the silence. "You're pretty wise for your age, you know that?"

He glanced over at her, looking surprised, but it was quickly replaced with a smile. "Thanks."

Then, in unplanned but perfect unison:

"It's the trauma."

Peter cheered that someone remembered the joke from the late 2010s and Alice snickered, finally feeling relaxed.

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Life & Style, May 10

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Cover: Celeb Diet & Fitness Tips

Page 1: Photo Flash -- Tom Cruise is well known for doing his own stunts, but during a location shoot in Yorkshire, U.K. for Mission: Impossible 7, Tom's co-stars Hayley Atwell and Esai Morales proved they were no slouches either: all three actors wowed onlookers with their daredevil moves aboard a train that was in motion

Page 2: Contents

Page 4: The Top 10 Floral Looks -- follow these stars' style lead and celebrate the spring season in fresh prints -- Penelope Cruz, Lupita Nyong'o, Heidi Klum, Sofia Vergara, Kelsea Ballerini

Page 5: Cate Blanchett, Elle Fanning, Gabrielle Union, Kathryn Newton, Mindy Kaling

Page 6: There's no limit to what Angelina Jolie wouldn't do for her kids and instead of living abroad, she purchased a home for them in L.A. because she wanted it to be close to their dad Brad Pitt and now, Angie reveals she's had to give up her dream of directing because she had a change in her family situation that's not made it possible for her to direct for a few years and she needed to just do shorter jobs and be home more, so she went back to doing a few acting jobs -- Angie filed for divorce from Brad in 2016 and while they were declared legally single in 2019, the former couple have yet to settle on a permanent custody arrangement for kids Pax, Zahara, Shiloh, and twins Knox and Vivienne while at age 19, son Maddox Jolie-Pitt is able to make his own decisions about whom he lives with and Angelina is blowing through millions of dollars on lawyers and she isn't broke, but she can't exactly afford to stop working either and amid mounting legal bills, Angie's signed on to blockbusters like Maleficent: Mistress of Evil and Marvel's Eternals and while Angelina would rather work behind the scenes, it's too time-consuming and as an actress, she can make ends meet and be there for her kids

Page 8: Less than a month after giving birth to her third child, a baby girl named Mae, Hilary Duff is opening up about the pressure that comes with breastfeeding, saying all of the babies latch really great but she's just not a huge milk producer, so it's emotional for her and she has tons of anxiety, and then she's in her head, and then she doesn't feel like enough, and then the spiral continues from there -- she decided to share her postpartum struggle as a way to cope and to let other new mothers out there know that they're not alone in this

* Sarah Jessica Parker is trying to convince Hugh Grant to star in the upcoming Sex and the City reboot because it's unlikely Chris Noth will be returning as Mr. Big, so she needs a new leading man and Hugh's the perfect candidate -- Sarah Jessica finds him so charming and talented and she was blown away by Hugh's recent acting in The Undoing so she's desperate to have him on the show -- Sarah Jessica, who appeared alongside Hugh in 1996's Extreme Measures and 2009's Did You Hear About the Morgans?, absolutely loves the idea of working with Hugh again and he hasn't agreed to anything yet, but she's hoping he'll say yes

Page 12: The Week in Photos -- Bathing Beauties -- Sailor Brinkley-Cook and her rescue pup Chester, Rita Ora on the sand of Bondi Beach in an orange bikini, Kate Hudson celebrated the launch of Fabletics new active swim line by jumping in the pool

Page 13: Olivia Culpo in a green bikini, Vanessa Hudgens in a red-halter swimsuit

Page 14: James Corden dressed up as rapper Bad Bunny's arch rival Good Bunny for a sketch on The Late Late Show

Page 16: Stars Behaving Badly -- Derek Hough played makeup artist for Hayley Erbert, Total Bellas twins Nikki Bella and Brie Bella put Bachelor Nation's Jason Tartick and Matt James in headlocks at Wrestlemania, host T.J. James let his tongue do the talking on the NYC set of Good Morning America

Page 18: Say What?! Mark Wahlberg on trying to put on 30 pounds in six weeks for the movie Father Stu, Selena Gomez on her Only Murders in the Building co-stars Steve Martin and Martin Short, Margaret Josephs on five decades of wearing fake eyelashes, Jamie Dornan on his devotion to The Golden Girls

Page 20: Chris Hemsworth landed in hot water with Elsa Pataky after pics of him hanging out with Australian stunner Cheyenne Tozzi hit the internet -- Chris was photographed with the model at Zambi Wildlife Retreat in Wallacia while his wife was off shooting Interceptor in Sydney and it's definitely put Elsa on high alert and she had a lot of questions for Chris when they finally spoke and Chris said he had the kids with him and it was all very innocent -- the couple has often been at odds over their careers and while Chris and Elsa try to coordinate their schedules so that their children, daughter India and twin sons Sasha and Tristan, are always with one parent, Elsa was usually the one forced to put family before fame, but now that Elsa's been working more, she's not always home like she used to be, and this little incident was a huge wake-up call because she might trust Chris, but she isn't stupid: who would want their handsome husband running around with a blond bombshell?

Page 21: Real Housewives of Atlanta alum Claudia Jordan is alleging that Kanye West made a move on her while he was still with Kim Kardashian, saying he tried years ago when she and Nikki Chu were in the club and they shut the door and she had met him before and she hung out with Kim as well and because of Girl Code, she couldn't do it

* Jennifer Lopez isn't wasting any time getting back on the dating scene after splitting from Alex Rodriguez -- J. Lo can't help feeling that she squandered a good couple of years on A-Rod and she doesn't want another ring; she just wants to have fun

Page 22: Cover Story -- Stars' Summer Body Secrets Revealed -- discover the diet and fitness tricks these celebs swear by -- Gwen Stefani's shedding for the wedding, Julianne Hough skips the gym

Page 23: Kate Hudson's flat belly formula, total transformations: Adele, Rebel Wilson

Page 24: Kourtney Kardashian and Travis Barker engaged on her 42nd birthday -- after just four months of dating, Kourtney and Travis are ready to take the next step in their romance

Page 26: The Osbournes: Family in Crisis -- personal, professional and physical setbacks plague Ozzy Osbourne and Sharon Osbourne and their daughter Kelly Osbourne -- after a heated on-air argument over Piers Morgan's treatment of Meghan Markle, Sharon was accused of racism toward co-hosts behind the scenes -- Ozzy's health is always an issue and he's had to rehab from pneumonia, neck surgery and more over the past few years but he's stubborn and acts like he's still a young rock star -- while she's back in AA, Kelly was scared to admit she'd relapsed while her mom was dealing with her own scandal

Page 28: Prince William and Duchess Kate: Stepping Up for Queen Elizabeth -- as the queen grapples with tremendous loss, Prince William and Kate Middleton provide support -- a frail-looking Queen Elizabeth sat alone due to COVID-19 restrictions at the funeral of Prince Philip, whom she called her strength and stay and the loss has been even harder than she expected -- William and Kate are lightening the queen's load and they worked on the queen birthday to give her time to mourn

Page 30: John Travolta breaks his silence on losing Kelly Preston -- for the first time since Kelly's death, John opens up about his personal journey through grief

Page 36: Who Lives Here? Rihanna

Page 38: Beauty Beat -- spring's prettiest pastel polish -- embrace warm weather with a lacquered look the complements the season -- Jennifer Lopez

Page 40: Diva or Down-to-Earth? Alison Brie shopped for her own groceries at Gelson's in L.A. -- down-to-earth, Rachel Brosnahan's hairstylist went to work in between scenes of The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel in NYC -- diva, Kylie Jenner kicked up her heels on a private plane -- diva

Page 42: Social Stars Posts of the Week -- Kerry Washington stopped and smelled the roses, Snoop Dogg and Blake Shelton, Melissa McCarthy and Jason Bateman looked straight out of the '80s in a scene from the latest movie Thunder Force, Nicole Scherzinger in a bikini in Hawaii

Page 44: Horoscope -- Taurus Adele turned 33 on May 5

* They're Not Together, But They Should Be -- Sagittarius Ashley Benson and Cancer Chace Crawford

Page 48: What I'm Into -- Mayim Bialik