#and like if we're being honest i think spider comes half the person he used to be after the war crimes road trip

[introspectivememories]

nah cause like you dont get it!!!! the sully kids and spider are a unit!!! they're puzzle pieces that fit together perfectly. the very definition of "the gang is what i trust"!!! they're together their whole lives and then spider gets taken and all of a sudden the puzzle is in disarray. kiri's so spacey cause she doesn't have spider to bring her back down to pandora. lo'ak's acting out cause he doesn't have his usual partner-in-crime/fellow outcast to make light mischief with. neteyam is like two seconds away from a heart attack/stroke the whole movie because the other kid he used to parent his siblings with for the past like decade is gone!!! and spider on the other hand? is completely alone. at least the other four have each other. all spider has is his alien racist, genocidal, imperialist dad dragging him on the world's worst war crime road trip. there's no kiri to get him out of his head. there's no lo'ak to to be outcasts with. there's no neteyam to have a quiet reassurance that they're in this together with. there's just him and his stupid, fucking mind. and then they blend his brain at bridgehead and it's over for him.

[xenomorphee3]

screaming crying throwing up and kicking my feet in the air !! my fave writer has yet again done it again with her writing 💙💙 i will be honest, i tend to not follow or read sequels bc most disappoint me but yours is so good and we’re only at the second chapter 😭 i cannot wait for the third chapter (you have no idea) i just know miles is gonna be pissed with lex & zem lmao

also i love your take on avatar quaritch & zu and it’s so interesting bc had he been an avatar instead of a recom, i just know that man would take forever to finally admit to his true feelings for zu but omg imagine human miles just thinking about zu during meetings… 🤭

😮Your favorite writer🥺

Thank you 🥰

I am happy my sequel isn't disappointing! One of my friends expressed a similar sentiment, that they don't often follow sequels and at that point I had around 5 chapters written and was like 👁️👄👁️ But eh! I'm having fun and I knew at least a few people would tune in. Thank you for being a tuning in people 💙 And in many ways I hope its initial quality is better than the first given what I learned in writing that one, though of course plot and scale will be different!

Again, there is that anxiety of writing original characters that can go toe to toe with the real ones, but I'm doing my best! I wish I could write faster, so I could drop three a week to not keep you hanging, but by aiming for two and staying in a surplus of written chapters it *should* ensure no long lulls or hiatuses!

Anyway, to your alt-alt-universe inquiries-- Ha, yeah just imagine Quaritch seeing like... an orange pen or something and thinking about her eyes and getting all irritable lol.

As he sat at the long meeting table, RDA leadership discussing the Ash People, their potential usefulness and the resources of their archipelago, Miles glanced at an administrator who was taking notes on a yellow notepad instead of a tablet. Such was pretty damn old school and he found it amusing. But then he saw the orange pen he was writing with. Orange like fire-- like Zu's blazing irises. Miles' face suddenly turned and daggers developed in his blue eyes. Daggers toward who? Himself. Why the hell was he sitting here at Bridgehead thinking about his Avatar's Ash Na'vi host's orange eyes? The foul expression that gripped his face did not go unnoticed. General Ardmore caught his sudden shift in emotion in the middle of her discussion. "Colonel, what's wrong?" she pressed. He looked up and around at all sitting at the table, realizing the blatant irritation he was broadcasting. He steeled himself. "Nothing, General... I... I don't think these damn Ash Na'vi are gonna be that useful to us."

And for efficiency, to answer your next submitted question:

"to add up on that, what do you think human quaritch would’ve thought about zu? 🤭💙 and i would love to know how he’d react knowing his recom has children with her"

Human Quaritch with no Avatar influence or Na'vi experience would definitely look at Zu the way he looks at all Na'vi. A pest in the way of human interests. He'd probably be repulsed to a large degree by the concept of being that is him/from him having such a family, regardless of the Na'vi aspect.

But that's one of the things that makes his character so compelling in the 2nd film isn't it? That this Na'vi hating man is now what he hated. And in existing as this new being, he quickly comes to embrace that he is no longer really that person-- at least in waves.

He crushes his former skull.

He tells Spider, "I'm not that man,"

His eagerness to do things the Na'vi way

Tells Neytiri, "He's not mine, we're not even the same species."

He shows a bit of mercy on the Na'vi he interrogated.

But! He still says to Jake, "You betrayed me," refers to Jake's kids as a "litter of half breeds," and still cares for Spider as his son. It's such a cool little war inside him that I am so excited to see shake out in the remaining films. My eagerness for seeing such is why I wrote/am writing my stories! I hope my stories capture/do justice to 10% of his actual arc.

[gladdygirl18]

Bullets That Tickle

Summary: While the team was taking a break from work, the lack of no work and/or action has caused Six Bullets to become bored. To cure that boredom, they decide to spring a surprise attack on each of the team members, including their user.

Word Count: 2332

⚠️ Warning⚠️: Mild swearing (both in English and Italian)

In times like these, you would think Bucciarati, and his team would be working on a mission or waiting for an assignment. This time, however, they were doing one of those things. Well, technically, half of one of those things.

Bucciarati had asked to take some time off from work to conduct a patrol on a small area of Italy. In actuality, he was lying. Well, half-lying. He wanted to give himself and his team a well-deserved and well-needed break. Bucciarati and the others had agreed to take shifts throughout the day. Bucciarati and Narancia would patrol in the morning, Mista and Giorno would patrol in the afternoon, and Abbacchio and Fugo would patrol in the evening. Of course, they took breaks in between each shift.

It was a calming afternoon and Mista and Giorno had just got back from patrolling the streets of Italy. When the gunslinger plopped down on the sofa, he took out his revolver and opened the chamber, grinning slightly as Six Bullets crawled out of the shells.

"So, who are we going after now, Mista?" 6 asked.

"No one, guys. Sorry. We're taking a little break from missions and assignments," Mista replied, "So for now, you guys can chill out and relax."

The gunslinger breathed out a content sigh and leaned back into the leather sofa. Six Bullets looked down at their user with confused faces.

"Taking a break?" 5 asked.

"So, we're not gonna kill anyone...?" 3 asked in a disappointed tone.

"Unfortunately, not." 2 said.

Six Bullets sighed and crawled back into the bullet shells defeated and disappointed. A new day dawned, and the gang was back at it with the same routine. Bucciarati and Narancia had just left to patrol the streets of their home. Mista had just let out Six Bullets for some food. Of course, 3 kept taking 5's share.

"Are we gonna kill someone today, Mista?" 3 asked.

"I don't know, guys. Like I said, we're taking a break," Mista answered, "We do shifts and patrols to make sure we don't have to kill anyone."

Six Bullets all let out disappointed whines. When Bucciarati and Narancia got back, them and the others all decided to relax in the sitting room until the next patrol shift. Six Bullets decided not to go back in the user's revolver, because what was the point? You would think they're used to waiting for long periods of time, but even Stands can get impatient, too. Well, this Stand can get impatient. Six Bullets looked around at their user and his friends, all relaxing and taking it easy.

"Ugh, I can't take it anymore!" 3 cried, "I need to do something; I need some action!"

The others couldn't agree more.

"Well, what can we do?" 2 asked, "According to Mista, we're on a break."

3 stared down at the group and saw that they weren't even bothered by their rambling. Mista, Narancia, and Fugo were napping; Bucciarati and Giorno were reading; and Abbacchio was listening to music. That's when 3 came up with an idea.

"Follow me to the kitchen." 3 whispered to the others.

The others nodded and followed 3 into the kitchen. Six Bullets landed on the table and waited for 3 to speak.

"So, what's the plan, 3?" 7 asked.

"A full on tickle attack!" 3 said, "There's six of them and six of us. Not only will it be fun for us, but it will definitely make the others more cheerful and make them enjoy their break! What do you guys say?"

The others smiled and agreed with their friend.

"Alright, let's decide who's going after who," 3 said, "I'll go after Mista."

"I've got Narancia." 1 said.

"I can take care of Fugo." 2 said.

"Then I'll take Giorno." 5 said.

"I got Abbacchio." 6 said.

"Then I got Bucciarati." 7 said.

Six Bullets nodded firmly to one another with wide grins on their faces. With their targets in mind, Six Bullets zipped back into the sitting room. Upon their arrival, they were glad that everyone was accounted for. At this point, everyone was asleep. Nodding to one another, Six Bullets zipped down to their person. They easily slipped through the open clothing to gain better access to weak spots.

3 was the first to start his attack by scribbling his small fingers across Mista’s exposed sides. The gunslinger moaned and swatted away whatever was on him. 3 dodged his user's hand and snickered.

"This is gonna be fun..." 3 said to himself.

Smirking down at his user, 3 started spidering his small fingers on Mista’s sides. The eighteen-year-old eventually started letting out tired giggles.

"Narancia... quihihit ihihit..." Mista giggled.

The other bullets soon decided that they should start getting in on the action as well. Since Fugo's suit was covered in holes, 2 happily hopped from hole to hole, making the sixteen-year-old squirm and giggle tiredly. 6 slipped through the laces that crossed Abbacchio’s chest and started poking under the man's muscular chest. The twenty-one-year-old's closed eyes started closing tighter. 1 poked around Narancia’s armpit, making the seventeen-year-old giggle in his sleep. 5 and 7 mimicked one another's movements by slipping through the holes in Giorno and Bucciarati's suit. Both bullets ran their fingers up and down the boys' sides, causing both Giorno and Bucciarati to squirm.

"Time for a wakeup call," 3 said, "Ready guys?"

The other bullets poked their heads up and nodded with wide smiles on their faces. All at once, Six Bullets unleashed their tickle attack on the Passione team. They all woke up and started giggling like mad.

"Naranciahahahaaa! Stohohohop!" Fugo cried.

"It's not mehehehehe!" Narancia laughed.

"What the hehehehell is going ohohohohon?!" Abbacchio asked.

Mista looked down at his side and saw that it was 3. Meaning...

"Six Bullehehehehets! Quit ihihihit!" Mista cried.

"No way! We're having way too much fun!" 3 replied.

"If we stop, we'll be bored again..." 7 said dramatically.

"What is the meheheheheaning of thihihis?" Bucciarati asked.

"We wanted to do something fun; we wanted some action!" 2 said, "Then 3 came up with this idea!"

"Come ohohohon! Just stohohohop!" Giorno laughed, "Get out of my suhuhuhuhuit!"

"Sorry, Giorno, no can do!" 5 said, "Not until you guys start enjoying the break you asked for!"

Fugo and Narancia tried to grab their attackers, but they kept dodging their hands and moving to a more hard-to-reach spot that tickled more.

"Gehehehehet ohohohout!" Fugo laughed out.

The sixteen-year-old got up and started shaking around to get 2 out of his suit. However, it only made a lot more spots open for 2 to access.

"AH! Nohohoho! Not my rihihihihibs!" Fugo laughed, "Stohohohop!"

"Quit ihihihit with my stomahahahahach!" Giorno cried.

"This is way too much fun to stop!" 5 said happily.

Giorno tried shaking 5 out of his suit but 5 held on tight to the material.

"Pezzo di merdahahahahaha! Cease this at ohohohohonce!" Abbacchio laughed, twisting his body every which way.

"Nu-uh! You never laugh! It's nice to hear it, Abbacchio!" 6 said.

6's teasing only made Abbacchio more determined to stop the tickling. Bucciarati couldn’t help the giggles that fell from his mouth. While Bucciarati is a serious man who grins and chuckles on occasions, it’s rare for the young man to burst into laughter, so for the Passione leader to be twisting and giggling like a child is probably once in a blue moon.

“7, stohohohohop! Dohohohon’t!” Bucciarati cried, “Nohohoho!”

“What was that Bucciarati? I can’t quite understand you!” 7 said over the man’s laughter.

Narancia was practically rolling on the floor with laughter. Even though he was seventeen, he was by far more ticklish than the others combined. He wasn’t even giggling anymore; he was laughing his adorable, childish laugh.

“LEHEHEHEAVE ME ALOHOHOHONE!” Narancia laughed.

“Who knew Narancia was so ticklish?” 1 wondered out loud.

“Never mind Narancia. Mista’s pretty ticklish as well.” 3 commented.

What 3 said appeared sound. Mista was squirming around like a trapped snake, all while producing adorable laughter; not as adorable as Narancia’s, of course.

“COHOHOHOME OHOHOHON! STOP ALREHEHEHEADY!” Mista cried.

“Y’know, for someone who’s so ticklish, you shouldn’t wear a crop-top,” 3 commented casually, “Any enemy could discover this weakness of yours and exploit it in an instant.”

“He has a point, Mista,” 1 chimed in, “You have to be more careful.”

Mista could barely form a word; neither of the Passione members could form a word for that matter.

“No way! Abbacchio’s far more ticklish than those two. Watch!” 6 said.

6 then proceeded to poke the space between said man’s top rib and armpit. The twenty-one year old couldn’t help the honest-to-God squeal that escaped his lips.

“STRONZOHOHOHO! STOHOHOP!” Abbacchio cried fruitlessly.

“See? Told ya!” 6 said, sticking his tongue out.

“You’re all wrong! Look at Fugo,” 2 chimed in, “He can’t stand being tickled, literally and figuratively.”

What 2 said appeared said. Fugo was in a similar state as Narancia where he was rolling around on the ground and pounding his fists into the ground, all while letting out handsome laughter.

“STOHOHOP IHIHIHIT! STONZOHOHOHAHAHAHA!” Fugo laughed.

“Case and point!” 2 said triumphantly.

“Blah, blah, blah! Giorno definitely takes the cake,” 5 said, “His laugh is so cute!”

5 was indeed correct. Giorno’s laugh was smooth, deep, and handsome, like him. His smile contrasted well with his laugh.

“PLEHEHEHEASE! NO MOHOHOHORE!” Giorno laughed, trying to get 5 out of his suit, “ENOHOHOHOUGH!”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. While Giorno’s laugh is cute and all, and that he is more ticklish than Fugo, Bucciarati is far more ticklish than Giorno,” 7 said, “He’s almost on par with Mista. Maybe even Narancia!”

To prove his point, 7 started scribbling across Bucciarati’s ribs, making the Passione leader’s laughter escalate in volume and his twisting eventually turned into squirming.

“NOHOHO! NOT THEHEHEHEHERE!” Bucciarati cried, “GET OHOHOHOUT! PLEHEHEASE!”

“That doesn’t prove anything. Mista’s more ticklish.” 3 said.

“No way! It’s obviously Narancia.” 1 said.

“Nu-uh! It’s Fugo!” 2 commented.

“Yeah, right. It’s Giorno!” 5 said.

“Oh, please. Abbacchio wins because he rarely ever laughs.” 6 said.

“Like 3 said, that doesn’t prove anything,” 7 commented, “Bucciarati’s the most ticklish in the group.”

The Passione team were too busy laughing to even give this whacky argument a second thought. 3 looked down at Mista’s laughing face before looking at the other members of the team. He chuckled to himself and shook his head fondly.

“Well, I think we can all agree on that all of them are all hopelessly ticklish.” 3 said grinning.

“Yeah! They’re all too ticklish for their own good!” 5 said.

“Agreed!” the other bullets said.

The group heard this, and all let out a new stream of laughter at the same time.

“STAHAHAHAHAP!” they all cried.

Six Bullets nodded to one another and stopped the tickling all at once. 2, 5, 6, and 7 zipped out of their victim’s suits and met up with 1 and 3. The group was left breathless and tired, small giggles occasionally passing through their lips.

“I think this attack was a success.” 3 said,

“Yeah! It was fun, even though we didn’t get to kill anyone.” 7 proclaimed.

“Heh, if we kept going, we would’ve killed them for sure.” 2 said.

Six Bullets looked down at the panting team and chuckled amongst themselves.

“Come on, gang. Let’s see if we can find some salami in the fridge,” 1 suggested, “All that tickling sure made me hungry.”

“And we weren’t even the ones laughing.” 5 said.

“I gotta agree with 1. I’m hungry.” 6 said.

Six Bullets soon zipped in the kitchen to look for a victory meal. The Passione team panted like dogs before they got their breathing under control.

“Did you teach them to do that, Mista?” Giorno asked.

“Not that I can recall.” Mista said honestly.

“Still, why did you think it was me, Fugo?” Narancia asked, annoyance poisoning his words.

“Well, you are the type to spring an attack like that.” Fugo answered earnestly.

The seventeen-year-old scoffed and rolled his purple eyes.

“I thought it was you as well, Narancia, not gonna lie.” Mista said.

“You too!? Am I really that type of person?” Narancia asked seriously.

“Yes.” the other five answered in unison.

Narancia groaned and slumped back into the sofa.

“I will admit. I needed a good laugh,” Bucciarati suddenly said with a smile, “It’s been a while since I laughed like that.”

“I needed that as well,” Giorno said, “We’ve all been stressed out lately and we have Six Bullets to thank for helping us relieve that stress.”

The others - even Abbacchio - agreed with the fifteen-year-old.

“I never knew you three were ticklish,” Narancia said, looking at Abbacchio, Giorno, and Bucciarati with a sly grin, “Always thought you guys were too serious for that kind of thing, but now I know that it’s always the serious ones that are the most sensitive.”

The three of them glared playfully at the seventeen-year-old and grinned. Their look made Narancia’s grin fall.

“Don’t get any ideas, amico...” Giorno said.

“Better yet, stop giving us ideas.” Abbacchio said.

“I know what you were thinking, Narancia,” Bucciarati said, clasping his hands together, “Either way, the three of us will finish it.”

Narancia didn’t need to ask to know what his leader was talking about. From the kitchen, Six Bullets laughed as they were listening in on the whole conversation.

“We definitely need to do this again soon.” 2 said.

“Ooh, why not tomorrow? The only thing they’re gonna do tomorrow is patrol. We know their schedule, so we can spring another surprise tickle attack on them at the same time tomorrow!” 5 said excitedly.

The others agreed and proposed a toast with their salami slices. Six Bullets were determined to make these tickle attacks a daily thing. They knew how much they worked, and what better way to relieve stress than laughing your heart out? One thing’s for certain, the Passione team wouldn’t mind it in the slightest.

[lousimusician]

Sex Pollen Part 1

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Summary: You and Peter decide to break into your dad's lab when Peter comes across an interesting plant.

A/N: This is me aggressively ignoring the events of endgame by writing something with Peter. Also I think that movie fixed my writers block because I've been writing nonstop this whole week.

Warning: Language, smuttyish(kinda)

[Peter and the Reader are both 18]

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Peter quietly observed you while you were hunched over your desk in the corner of your room, playing around with a piece of technology you stole from your dad.

Peter was currently on the ceiling, looking down at you. He was incredibly bored and as much as he loved to just admire you while you concentrated, he couldn't stand the silence that came with it.

He watched as you quietly got frustrated and leaned back in your chair, head back and eyes closed. Peter took this as his que and slowly lowered himself, upside down from the ceiling by a web. He stopped once his face was leveled to yours. He watched as you took in calming breaths, and the little furrow in your eyebrows form, telling him that you were thinking.

To say he was completely and utterly crazy for you was an understatement. Peter was head over heels for you and was pretty sure he'd die for you if it came down to it.

He felt his cheeks redden as he realized he may have been gazing for a little too long and realizing how creepy that was, decided to break the silence by saying, "I'm bored."

Your eyes shot open as you sat up quickly, banging your head against Peter's. "Oww." You whined. You pushed your chair back, putting some distance between the two of you so you could see him better. "Peter! Don't scare me like that."

Peter smiled sheepishly, rubbing the spot on his forehead that you bumped. "Sorry but, I'm bored." He said again.

You shook your head, fighting the smile that tugged on your lips. "Then go do something."

"Like what?"

"I dunno, be Spider-Man. I'm sure there's someone that needs to be saved." You said, maneuvering around him, to pick up the tech you were playing with. "How do you do that?" You said, referencing his position, "Doesn't all the blood rush to your head?"

"No." He said simply. "I don't wanna go out. I want to hang out with you."

"Aren't you literally doing that right now though." You smirked. As you admired the wiring you were staring at. 

"Ha ha ha." He said sarcastically. "I mean, I want to do something fun."

You looked into his puppy dog eyes and immediately found yourself giving in. "Fine," you sighed. "How 'bout a movie?"

"I dunno, we always watch movies."

"Okay then do you wanna go out or something?"

"No." He said shaking his head. "Whenever we go out together you get too much attention."

You paused. "...Well, my dad has been working on a new suit for you, if you wanna check it out."

"Wait really!?" Peter suddenly exclaimed, jumping up, which caused him to fall down on the ground, making you laugh loudly. "Shut up." He grumbled.

"Anyway, how does sneaking into Tony Stark's lab sound?"

"It sounds great, let's go!" He said, excitedly jumping up and grabbing your wrist, pulling you with him.

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While the two of you were scheming on how to break in. Bruce Banner had currently been the only occupant of the lab.

He stood with a gas mask on his face as he studied a plant in front of him.

A week ago, the Avengers had gone on a mission after a few aliens landed on earth and claimed they wanted to "Take over the planet". It had been pathetic really, the aliens were wiped out in half an hour.

But while on this mission, after Hulk had finished "smashing" the last of the aliens, he had reverted back to himself. Finding that Hulk had taken him onto one of the alien ships.

Bruce looked around at the strange tech, while he stood up, already heading for the exit. That was until something had caught his eye and started to draw him in like a moth to a flame. 

It had been a plant.

It stood tall, about seven feet in height. It was absolutley beautiful. It had pink flowers that mimicked the shape of a heart and it was quite literally glowing.

Bruce touched the plant, his fingers coming back covered in a pink dust, which he naturally assumed was the flowers pollen. He leaned in, realizing it smelled familiar.

But the strangest thing happened after.

His heart started to practically beat out of his chest and before he knew it Hulk had come back.

Once he had calmed down and turned back into himself an idea struck him. He quickly plucked a flower off the plant and stuck it in a box that he found in the corner of the ship.

Not a single Avenger questioned why he now carried a box with him on the ride home.

And now a week later, Bruce stood in front of the plant which had grown two feet after it had been replanted, running tests on what exactly it could be.

"Ah Banner." Thor's booming voice sounded, as he stepped into the lab. "I was wondering if you would like to accompany me to-" Thor stopped, eyebrows furrowing in confusion as he looked at the plant that sat in front of Bruce. "Why do you have that plant?" He asked genuinely curious.

Bruce looked up at Thor, surprise written all over his face. "Wait, you know what this is?" He said, voice muffled by the mask. He stepped around the table to approach Thor.

"Of course." Thor said, mildly offended. "Where did you get this?"

"Found it after the mission last Friday. It made me turn into Hulk, so I figured it could be useful if Hulk ever chickens out on me again." Bruce quickly explained. "What kind of plant is it?"

"It's called a Sex Pollen Plant." Thor said, stepping around Bruce to approach the plant. "It belongs to that specific race of aliens we fought. The plant helps the aliens to breed since they find it very difficult on their own."

Bruce scrunched his face in shock. "What does it do?"

"The pollen arouses the alien that breathes in the pollen- that may be why you turned into the Hulk, it raised your heart rate. I'm immune to it of course."

"Wait- I brought a sex plant into the compound." Bruce asked in shock, utterly horrified of his own judgement on the situation.

"Yes and I suggest you get rid of it. I have heard the affects of the pollen on a human could be very severe."

"H-how do I get rid of it?"

"Hm, I suppose I'll do it then. How have you been able to contain it?"

"I had this box I took from the alien ship, but it's too big now, so I've been putting it in one of the quarantine rooms just in case."

"Alright, come with me. I may have something that can help dispose of it safely." 

"Okay, let me just lock up the lab." Bruce said.

The two of them stepped out of the room and Bruce pulled off his gas mask once the lab was locked.

Thor and Bruce headed towards the elevator, walking through the living room where the two spotted you and Peter sprawled out on the couches. They shot you two a greeting before leaving.

Peter's head snapped towards you. "I can't believe sending in Thor actually worked. Do you think either of them know what we're planning?"

You smiled, shaking your head. "No, I was too vague when I told Thor to get him out of the lab, and I love the guy but he isn't exactly the smartest person I've met. Now let's go, I don't know how long we've got." You said, trailing ahead of him.

You easily unlocked the lab, Peter following behind you.

As usual the lab was filled with tables with piles upon piles of weird tech, ranging from projects your dad or Bruce had been working on to discarded scraps that should've been tossed or moved out.

You immediately got distracted from the task at hand when you spotted one of your father's latest projects, "Alright, go find your suit." You muttered, walking towards the table.

Peter looked around the lab, trying to find some sign of the new suit he'd hopefully be getting soon. But to be honest, it was a bit of a wreck. With two scientsist's working there, the lab got a bit messy. So instead of Peter being able to locate the suit, which actually was placed nicely in the back of the room, his eye was drawn towards something else.

And it was beautiful, and definitely something he's never seen before.

Off to the side was a plant that had stood at two feet. Pink and glowing. And it was as if he couldn't control his movements while he walked towards the plant.

Now standing in front of it, his finger traced the petals of the glowing flowers, making his index finger come back with a pink dust on it, which he could only assume was its pollen.

He leaned in, breathing in it's scent.

He expected a normal flowery smell but, instead it smelled like you.

He pulled away for a second, and narrowed his eyes at the plant in confusion. But only for a few seconds, before being compelled to smell it once again.

Peter's eyes fell closed as he let the scent dance around him. There was no other way to describe it other than it being completely you.

Sweet and calming. It smelled like lavender and jasmine, with a hint of peaches, your perfume, your body wash, your shampoo, and that very specific scent that belonged to you and only you.

Peter was completely lost in it, breathing in deeply, treating it as if it was a drug he could never get enough of. The different layers of your scent completely engulfing him, making him feel warm and content.

His chest blossomed with warmth that spread down all the way to the tips of his fingers and toes and to the very crown of his head, that made his whole body feel like it was buzzing.

But he snapped out of the trance he was in when he felt a rush of blood travelling south. He tensed up, quickly turning around to see if you were still distracted.

He turned back around and backed away from the plant. And that was when he had noticed his spider senses had been going haywire. The hair on his arms standing up straight as goose bumps rose.

And whatever the plant had did to him was getting worse.

He felt warm, too warm. Like he'd start to melt soon.  

He leaned on the table behind him, panting. A flood of arousal coursing through him. 

From the end of the lab you heard Peter's panting breaths, causing you to look up and see his hunched over form leaning on the table behind him, sliding onto the ground.

"Peter?" You asked in concern. "You okay?"

He groaned at the sound of your voice, his eyes shut tight, trying to gain control of himself. But it wasn't working, inappropriate thoughts flooded his mind immediately wandering to what you would sound like letting out high pitched whines and moans of his name with that same voice, while he bent you over one of the tables and pounded into you hard.

He moaned at the thought, your eyes widening in shock at the sound not quite sure if he was in pain.... or if it was something else.

You stared at what was in front of him on the table, and knew whatever it was was the cause of Peter's state right now.

You quickly ran over, crouching down next to him.

You gasped, "Oh my God." His face was bright red as a thin layer of sweat collected on his skin. He was out of breath, eyes screwed tightly shut. But what caused your own face to turn red was the very prominent buldge in his pants. You cleared your throat. "Peter can you hear me?"

He slowly opened his eyes but immediately wished he hadn't, his pupils blown wide at the sight of you. Eyes trailing over every bit of exposed skin on your body, just picturing what it would feel like pressed against his own.

"(Y-Y/N)." He stuttered out a whine. "I-I-...S-something's...happening."

"Oh, shit." You cursed.

Peter wanted nothing more in that moment to pull you down into a kiss and pin you to the floor, grinding his hips into yours, but he still had enough mind to know how wrong that would be.

"Okay, alright, okay. This is what I'm gonna do." You said frantically. "I need to find Bruce-"

"No... d-don't go.." He didn't know why but he knew that if you left, it would only get worse. That even just your presence made him feel a little better and that he might just go insane if you left him. "Please... s-stay.."

It was too overwhelming, instead of his senses being dialled to 11 it felt like they were at a fucking 20 now. Hyperaware of you and only you, every movement, every breath, the beating of your heart, everything.

"What? B-but Pete-"

A gasp cut you off. Your head snapped towards the doorway, where Thor and Bruce stood.

"Thor, the kids got in." Bruce said in terror.

"B-Bruce!" You yelled in relief. "I- I don't know what's wrong with him- he just sorta collapsed, and he's acting really strange."

"Oh no, oh no, oh no, this isn't good." Bruce said rushing over to Peter. "Thor how do we fix this."

Thor looked down at him in pity, standing next to Bruce who was crouching on the opposite side of where you were. "The only known cure for someone who has been contaminated by a sex pollen plant is, well..sex."

Your head snapped towards Thor. "W-What?" You shrieked. "Is that what that thing is?" You started yelling angrily.

"Yes, and it must be with whoever's scent he smelled on the plant."

"Oh for fuck's sake, who brought a sex plant into the tower!"

"F-fuck, (Y/N)." Peter moaned loudly, eyes training on your figure. Getting more aroused at just how fucking hot you looked when you were mad. 

"Ah," Thor said, coming to a conclusion. "And it would seem that it would be you Lady (Y/N)."

You cleared your throat, opting to ignore Thor's last comment. "Okay what are we gonna do?" 

Thor looked at you in surprise, "Lady (Y/N) do you not know what sex entail-"

"Shut up Thor. I know how it works- but there's gotta be another way to help him." You gulped, looking down at him.

Bruce sighed, "I think- I think I'm gonna have to tell your dad. I'm pretty sure this isn't something I can fix in an hour by myself."

You huffed. "Fine, but we can't leave him here. Let's take him to his room."

You reached out and grabbed his arm, but at the loud moan he made due to the skin to skin contact you let go.

"I probably should have mentioned." Thor started. "That you shouldn't touch him."

"W-what? Why?"

"(Y/N) Please." Peter whined, trying to grab your wrist but you quickly pulled it out of reach.

You looked up at Thor. "It'll make him," Thor paused searching for the right word. "Eager? And you don't want that if you plan on looking for another cure- see he's trying to touch you now." 

Thor was right, just that small bit of skin to skin contact seemed to have sent Peter into a frenzy. Your head snapped down at him, as you realized he was just about to put his hand up your skirt. You quickly grabbed his hand, holding it in a tight grip so he'd stop getting handsy. Your other hand quickly grabbing his free one too as it came nearer.

"Fine, then Thor take him to his room."

"N-no." Peter stuttered. "Please, I-I need you." He said as Thor picked him up, making you let go of the hold on his hands. "No! Let go!" He yelled at Thor. "(Y/N)!"

Thor headed for the door while Peter began struggling violently in his hold.

Bruce shook his head. "Tony is not gonna like this."

You scoffed. "Y' think?"

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Hang In There// Peter Parker (1)

Chapter 1

I've know Peter Parker my whole life. We lived in the same city, went to the same schools. We use to be best friends, key words: use to be. Ever since our journey into Midtown High, we lost touch. We found our own groups of friends, each differing very much from the other. Nevertheless, I still considered Peter Parker a friend. I got dragged into the popular group by none other than Harry Osborn, an old friend of Peter's, but also my older brother. To be quite honest, I didn't exactly feel like I fit in with my clique. I always envied the friendship that Peter shared with Ned and MJ, it was so innocent and true, something that didn't exist in many of the popular groups. So that's why I got out. I traded the popular status for friends who didn't care if I turned up in tracksuit bottoms over a mini skirt. We got classified as the 'nerds' of the school. Did I care? Absolutely not. I knew I was valued more with these three than with a group of ten or more. 

Life at home wasn't what anyone would expect. Our mother died in a family house fire years ago, leaving our family.....broken. Our father, Norman Osborn, was never the same after it. He pushed us away, his work and company being prioritized over his own children. It was tough to say the least, but at least we had each other, and we both had Peter Parker. Harry always lived up to the definition of an older brother, that overprotective nature always coming through in some shape or form. We were known as the 'rich kids' but only Harry could ever carry that title so proudly. Being a 'rich kid' meant your parents were rich, with good high paying jobs, meaning there was very little time left for family. Which is why I practically grew up in the Parker household. Aunt May and Uncle Ben were like parents to me. They fed me, took care of me, loved me, something my brother and I never got off our father. Especially lately, there was a new experiment they had going and there was nothing that could pull him away from Oscorp. Turns out, I couldn't get away from it either.

It was Monday morning and it rained. And rained. And rained. You could call it pathetic fallacy for the weather certainly reflected my mood: gloomy. Why? Because we were going on a school trip. It wasn't the trip itself thag caused my gloomy mood, it was the place we were going to that caused it: Oscorp. The place that made a man love it more than he loved his own son and daughter. Strange things happen in Oscorp, most of which are brushed under the mat...... Like me.

I met up with Peter, Ned and MJ outside the gates of Midtown High. MJ being the only one with the brain cells to think of bringing an umbrella. We chatted about our weekends while we waited another five minutes for the bus to arrive. When it did, people were quick about getting out of the rain. Peter sat with Ned while I sat with MJ in front of them. It wasn't a long journey to Oscorp, maybe half an hour tops. The sight of the ugly glass building was enough to dampen my mood even further, Peter questioning it as we got off the bus.

"Hey, Sof. You okay?"

I smiled back at him and replied with a short 'yep' as the students of Midtown made their way into the building. There was something eery about Oscorp, something I couldn't put my finger on. Perhaps it was the events of that day many years ago that made me dislike the building so much. But nevertheless, I was here. It was interesting what they were showing us, from the beginning up until now. However, I took particular interest in the radioactive spider. Such a strange experiment. The affects of radiation on a spider. I was stood beside Peter, him spitting out random facts to me the whole time. I didn't mind though, it was cute to see him so passionate about science.

"Ow."

I saw Peter raise his hand to the back of his neck, rubbing it gently, a look of discomfort on his face. I furrowed my eyebrows at him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"You okay, Pete?"

He went pale very quickly and I thought he was going to pass out right there and then. So, I took him by the arm and guided him outside of Oscorp, hoping some fresh air would help. We sat on the top step of the stairway to the building, a glass panel saving us from the rain. The boy beside me kept his head in his hands, causing concern to build up inside me. I placed a hand on his back, I could feel his body flinch under my touch.

"Pete, how are you feeling?"

He removed his head from his hands, allowing me to see his eyes in behind the thick framed glasses. He gave me a small smile in return.

"I'll be fine, just nausea. It'll go away once Aunt May gives me some of her favourite medicine."

I chuckled at the brunet's simple joke, knowing all too well what medicine he was referring to. Some sort of homemade recipe Aunt May had discovered one day, we haven't looked back since. My friendship with Peter Parker had always played on my mind, morning, noon and night. Did he still consider me one? A friend? Or had I been demoted to simply an acquaintance? Someone he knew.

"We're still friends, right?"

Peter looked at me with confusion written across his face.

"Of course we are. You've been my best friend since...... Well forever."

A smile had made itself onto my face as we sat there. Just remembering all the memories from our childhood together, the stupid things we use to do, the amount of trouble we got into and of course, the consequences for them. It was Sof and Pete. Pete and Sof. You couldn't have one without the other. And it seems that, even though we had drifted, Sof and Pete are still the friends they were when they were ten years old.

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That evening I walked Peter home, to make sure he was okay after the incident at Oscorp. I had an errand to run that side of town anyways so it was really a win-win situation. We reached the Parker residence soon after five p.m., just in time for dinner. I stood outside the door as Peter walked in, looking back giving me a 'why aren't you coming in' look. I could hear Aunt May call from the kitchen saying he was just in time for dinner.

"Dinner is just ready, I'm sure there's plenth for another person."

"Oh, no I couldn't, Pete. Honestly I should probably be going."

I smiled at his efforts but he just raised an eyebrow at me, a smirk growing on his lips.

"May, you'll never guess who's come to visit."

My eyes widen with shock as I glare at the boy, if looks could kill he'd be dead a hundred times over. Without a second to spare Aunt May was at the door, a huge smile making it's way onto her face.

"Sophie!"

She wrapped me in a hug before pulling back, keeping her hands on my shoulders and looking at me.

"It's been so long! You've grown into a beautiful young woman. Hasn't she, Pete."

My eyes flickered over to Peter to see his cheeks go a new shade of red as he replied with a shy 'ye'. Next thing I know I'm being dragged inside for dinner. To say I didn't enjoy my time with the Parkers would be a complete lie because I truly did love it. That same warm and homely feeling had never left. It was as if I had only been over yesterday, not 3 years ago. Nevertheless, nothing had changed between us, it as something constant in a world of constant change.

"What's the time?" I asked, tidying up my dishes.

"It's half six."

I checked the time again to make sure I wasn't imaging things. I was so late. I rushed around the the kitchen helping where I could and collecting my things.

"Thank you so much for the food, May! It was lovely to see you again!  Bye!"

I rushed out the door and got to the large building as soon as I could. I waited inside the waiting room for roughly fifteen minutes before a smart looking lady came out.

"He's ready to see you now."

I stood up and straightened out my outfit, presenting myself as confident despite my panic not so long ago. I entered the office and took a seat, as did he. Once comfortable I leaned back in my seat, crossing my legs.

"So, Mr. Stark, what can I do for you?"

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