#figure skater peter parker

[maukree]

Day 12: Bucky/Peter - Size Difference

Peter’s skates screech as a massive hand wraps around his waist, holding him up against one of those very solid, very broad chests he actively avoids on a daily basis, and a deep, rumbling voice rolls over him in a gentle thunder. “Careful, sweet thin', watch where you’re flyin’.” Peter tilts his head back. And keeps tilting. Jesus, did he accidentally crash into Everest in hockey pads? Does this guy ever end? His chin lifts so high, the back of his head is practically brushing his shoulder blades, and when he finally meets the guy’s eyes, Peter’s heart… flutters. For the first time in his life. Oh. Oh, whoa.

Rating: Explicit Wordcount: 15.4k

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Peter Parker Bingo: SWF O2 - Hurt/Comfort @pparkerbingo Peter Parker Bingo: NSWF N2 - Fingering @pparkerbingo Winterspider Bingo: SWF G5 - Hiding Injuries @winterspider-bingo Winterspider Bingo: NSWF O1 - Size Kink @winterspider-bingo

[hellsburners]

best mistake

summary: you're new york's hero: spider-man. your roommate peter is the brains behind it all and the love of your life and he doesn't even know it. pairing: tasm!peter parker x male reader word count: 1.6k warnings: unprotected s3x, blowjobs, casual hooking up. a/n: i'm back? (based on this amazing prompt)

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Peter hears a loud thud from his window. It was dark outside, the clock on his desk reading past midnight, the city more quiet. 

He peers on the glass, a dark figure resting its head on the pane. He gently lifts the window, your body slumping on his arms, your face bruised and bloody. He carries you to the bed, your suit all tattered and dirtied. Peter runs to the bathroom to get a basin of warm water and a towel. 

He takes his time to wipe the blood from your face, gently wiping it on your soft skin, and brushing your hair away from your face. His eyes wander to your face, a familiar one, a face he’s seen ever since he was a kid, but now much older.

He takes the medical kit under his bed, gently moving you so he can remove your ruined suit. His calloused skater hands brush your chest with the damp cloth, scrubbing away the dried blood crusting your wounds. He applied a salve on some of the cuts to prevent infection, the bigger gashes he stitched. 

The two of you have been doing this for eight years now. You, the web-slinger, protector of the city, while Peter, the brains behind your crusade. He came up with the idea of making the web-shooters, his bio-engineer degree with your experience as a research scientist in aerophysics helped hand-in-hand in keeping the city safe. 

You turned in your sleep, groaning from the pain. “Hey, easy up tiger your wounds are still fresh,” he said, helping you prop yourself up on his bed. 

“How long have I passed out?” you said, noticing your suit was pulled down to your waist. 

“Just a couple of minutes,” he said. “Saw you on the TV.”

“Yeah, that Electro guy short-circuited my web-shooters,” 

“About that, I sketched up a new prototype that could be resistant to his attacks,” he said, gesturing at his messy table with his new creation. “I also made some tweaks on the web fluid, I increased the tensile strength so they can withstand greater velocities.” 

Peter’s eyes glimmered as he talked about the new shooters. Your mouth lifted into a smile as he continued to ramble. “What do you think?” he said, “Did you even listen?”

“Yeah—increased tensile strength blah blah,” you uttered. “How’s the job hunt by the way?”

“Terrible. I did sell some pictures to the bugle,” he said. “Jameson gave me $350.”

“$350? That’s not even enough for groceries and the electricity bill.”

“Well it’s better than nothing,” he said, taking his glasses off. “I saw Gwen earlier.”

Oh. Peter’s high school ex. You diverted your gaze away from his, finding the city lights outside the window was a distraction. You felt your chest tighten, your heartbeat much louder. 

For the fifteen years you’ve known Peter Parker, you’ve also fallen in love with him. The two of you have shared some casual encounters here and there but you knew it was never serious. So the idea of him meeting his greatest love made you uncomfortable. 

Peter noticed the way your attention left his, your eyes hooded as you stared far away. He noticed your hand clutch on the sheets, your jaw clenched. “She got engaged recently,” your muscles relaxing. Oh, you said. “Yeah, to some rich socialite from the Upper East Side.”

“Good for her,” you whispered. 

“Have you thought about something like that?”

“Marrying a rich man?” you chuckled. 

“No, just marrying,” he uttered, the corner of his lips lifting north. His fingers trace your skin, drawing circles. You let him. 

“Not at all. I guess I’m gonna be broke my whole life,” you try to get up, your back betraying you. You stagger for a bit, your hand finding Peter’s shoulder for stabilization. He stands as well, his large hands around your bare waist. 

Your breaths were close—too close. You could feel his heat, his warm musky scent, his brown eyes set on yours. He bends his spine so he can reach your face closer, his pink lips hovering off yours. 

You pull back, clearing your throat in the process. “I’m gonna go get a drink.” 

“Yeah, sure,” he coughs. 

You walk to the kitchen, holding onto your wounded torso. Peter’s eyes dropped to your underwear-clad ass, his cheeks blushed from the shame. Stop ogling your best friend Peter. 

You find the fridge bare of any beverage, you turn your head back to see Peter staring at your ass, his face absent of any expression. 

“Stop staring at my ass!” you shouted, throwing a kitchen cloth at him. “Plus, where’s all the beer.”

“I was not!” he shouted back. “And I think I drank all of it.”

You let out a sigh. You found a can of Coke on the bottom shelf of the fridge. You jumped to sit on the kitchen counter, your legs dangling off the linoleum countertop. The liquid sizzles as you chug it, the brown syrupy consistency dripping from the side of your mouth to your bare chest. 

Fuck it. Peter walks to the kitchen, joining you. “If you want to seduce me you could just say it.”

“Seduce you?” you laughed. “And why would I do that?”

Your legs wrap around his waist. He takes the can from your hand, drinking the rest of it before placing it on the counter. “Because you’re like that, always making sure I can see that ass around,” he whispers to your neck. 

Your head falls back from his kisses, your hands spread behind you for stability. He pulls your underwear off, your erection pointing north. He licks a strip underneath, you shudder from the sudden sensation. 

He wrapped his long fingers around it, stroking it with his saliva, the only thing you could let out was a moan. He lifted you up the counter so your legs were mounted on his shoulders. He takes his digits inside his mouth, lubing it before pressing it into your hole. 

“Fuck,” you moaned. 

“Feel good, huh?” he said. His fingers curl up inside you, teasing your sensitive spot. Your body winces from the sensation, your legs automatically closing on his head. He strokes your erection again, simultaneously stimulating your prostate. The combined sensation made your legs weak, and your arms almost collapsing. “To be honest, you’re the only one I do this to, Spidey.”

“Liar,” you let out a groan. “I know you kicked yourself over and over for not bagging Gwen.”

His grip on your cock tightened, his fingers went deeper. “Aw, are you jealous of her?”

“You lost your virginity to me asshole,” you whimper. “I get to ride that dick, not her.”

“Ride?” he chuckles. He pulls back, his hands wet with spit. “Go at it then. Ride me.”

 The two of you were in his bed now. Peter sitting on the bed as you sucked him off. His hand found your head, running it through your hair. “Fuck baby,” he moans.

Your head bobs on his tip, your tongue licking around his head as you take him in. Your free hand was stroking his length, it was long enough that it was actually difficult to take him all in your throat. 

“Fuck the blowjob, just ride me please,” he whimpers. 

“I was preparing it you dick,” you said. “I can’t fit all that without some lube.”

You straddle his legs, aligning his tip against your hole. Your hands find his broad shoulders for support. The two of you moan from the contact. You hole slowly taking his length in. Peter shuddered from the warmth enveloping his erection. He cursed, he could cum from this alone. 

 You looked beautiful, Peter thought. Your hips moving against his sex, your eyes lidded, and your mouth agape, the sweetest moans leaving your lips. It was a sight he could look at forever. He takes your faces to his lips pressing them together. You let out soft whimpers, Peter blushes from the sounds. 

“It’s too fucking big,” you groan. 

“You can take it, baby, please, do it for me,” Peter moans. 

He was a mess, you thought. All sweaty and red. He didn’t have the enhanced stamina you had. Your hands fall on his toned abdomen, your fingers finding the ridges underneath his shirt. You moved your hips up and down his length, your brows furrowing from the amount of pressure on your behind. 

Peter stroked your erection as you continued riding him. His mouth was agape as your eyes locked on each other. You pulled him to you, your arms around his head as you quickened your pace. Your hips gyrated on his cock with such swiftness Peter’s cock felt like it was being bombarded with so much stimuli he could combust into flames. 

“Shit, I’m close–” 

“Me too, Peter,” you moan. “Cum in me.”

“You sure?” he said. You nod against the whimpers. 

Peter rocks his hips against your ass, gripping onto the mounds of flesh. Your body draws out the pleasure from him as you move your hips. He could let out curses, pleading for release. From the same beat of your movement, the two of you let out your climax, your own release covering his torso as he filled you. 

You lay in bed catching your breath. “This was probably bad for your stitches,” he said, his brown hair drenched. 

“Yeah, I think I tore it again,” you breathed heavily. 

It was probably a mistake. For you to continue this charade with Peter. To exchange bodily pleasure knowing your heart beat only for him, but it was a mistake you were ready to commit over and over again.

interactions are greatly appreciated btw if u liked this fic and want more send me a prompt and i'd gladly make something from it :>

[yougavemeyourheartyouknow]

Masterlist

♡-smut minors do not interact.

Under construction!

Spiderverse

One shots, two shots and dribbles

✭ Put it on (Miguel O’Hara x fem!reader) one shot

✭ Go-go dancer (Miguel O’Hara x fem!reader) one shot

✭ Hellfire (Priest! Miguel O’Hara x Demon! Fem! Reader) one shot

✭ You look lonely… (Miguel O’Hara x spider! Fem! Reader) Drabble

✭ Oh, you wanna play psycho killer? (Ghostface! Miguel O’Hara x Fem! Reader x Ghostface! Peter B Parker) (1/2)

★ Can I be the helpless victim?♡(2/2)

✭ Within cells, interlinked (Miguel O’Hara x Ai/Hologram! Fem! reader) (1/2)

★ Do you long for having your heart interlinked? (2/2)

✭John Wayne (Bandit cowboy! Miguel O’Hara x Fem! Reader) (1/2)

★ It wasn’t over, it still isn’t over. (2/2)

✭ Childs play (Miguel O’Hara x fem! Reader [ex-Childhood best friend turned Fwb AU]) ♡ (1/3)

★Taking what’s not yours (2/3)

✭ Tell me how you hate me now (Miguel O’Hara x fem! Scientist! Reader) Drabble

✭ Theme park headcannons with Miguel

✭ Brat tamer Mafia Miguel ♡ Drabble

✭ Teachers in love (Husband! Teacher!Miguel O’Hara x Fem! Teacher!Reader) Drabble

blurbs

✭Baby daddy!Miguel O’Hara

★ Masterlist here

✭Bodyguard!Miguel O’Hara

★1 2 3 4 5 6 6.5

Series

✭ On thin ice (Hockey player! Miguel O’Hara x Figure skater! Fem! Reader[college AU]) series masterlist

★ extra dribble (it won’t let me add it to the series list for some reason)

✭ Love me or Hate me, both are in my favor (Miguel O’Hara x reader [HS Academic Rival AU]) series masterlist

Other

✭ Popstar x punk bodyguard Masterlist

[juneyjubilation]

hey folks i'm taking requests for the following x reader fica and such

peter parker (ultimate/amazing/mcu)

aki hayakawa (chainsawman)

dick grayson (dc)

jason todd (dc)

barbara gordon (dc)

ships i write for: joyfire (jason todd, starfire, roy harper), dick x starfire, barbara x dick, stephanie brown x tim drake, tim drake x bernard brown

i write headcanons, i will write nsfw content, angst, fluff, anything really! if i don't like the idea or come to a standstill i will inform y'all!

i do also dig AUs, and have plots for a figure skater!tim drake scenarios and such!

i missed writing for yall

[girl-in-the-chairs-void]

His favourite restaurant

Tasm!Peter Parker x bestfriend!reader

Summary: Peter lost a game of chess, now he had to cook dinner.

Warnings/tags: nothing but tooth rotting fluff, flatmate!bestfriend!reader, peter being stupidly in love, Star Wars.

Word count: 2k

A/n: this is a little self indulgent thing I started writing at 3 am. It’s currently 5 am. But I hope you enjoy!

“Spider-Man saves the day once again, today find out how…”

The endless chatter from the small tv drowned like background noise as they both sat on the carpeted floor. Peter had brought home an old chess board he had found at the thrift store down the street. It was old, the pieces were built of wood, thick and tall. It looked like an expensive board much to its being found at a thrift store. So, much to your complaints, he decided it would be a great idea for you both to play against each other.

“And..check” He glanced towards you before making his final move. A smirk crawling up his plump lips. Sure, he had a few tricks up his sleeve, but you were no stranger to the chess arena, either. “Nuh uh…look again, Skater boy.” Pointing towards the knight and rook that had surrounded his king, the move he was currently trying to make was only going to put his king in a difficult position…checkmate.

“Checkmate.” You stated, sitting back up with your legs crossed you extended your right hand towards him. He looked up, brown puppy eyes looking inspecting your hand like it was something alien.

“How did you do that?” He questioned, looking more in disbelief than you had initially thought.

You shrugged, smirking. “Call it beginner's luck.”

Moving your hand back towards, encouraging a shake.

“Win with dignity, lose with dignity.” You spoke up again. “We shake hands after games because it’s a sign of respect no matter the outcome.” You continued.

The light streaming from the window across the room was making it really difficult for you to keep your eyes focused. From here, the orange and pink streams glided their way in, bouncing beautifully off of Peter’s hair. It looked as though he had a halo right above him. Pale skin glowing underneath the dying sunlight as he sat up, matching your position and taking your hand in his. It caused an electric impulse to travel right up your spine. You shuddered under his warm touch as he softly shook your hands up and down. Dropping it after a few long seconds.

“Loser makes dinner, remember?” You reminded him teasingly. He groaned in response, throwing his head back on the couch as he covered his eyes with the heel of his palms. He wasn’t a bad cook, not at all. May had taught him well around the kitchen. He was just too lazy to do so sometimes. And today was only one of those days.

“Can I do it tomorrow, please?” He pleaded, soft brown orbs glowing in the light as he leaned against you, pouting. “I’ll clean the dishes instead.” He added quickly. Knowing that you were a sucker for not doing them when the sink had piled up on a busy morning or after late night dinners.

You juggled with his proposal. Consider it for a minute or two before an idea lights up in the dark of your mind.

“What if we both cook together?” You counter-proposed. As Peter nodded a little too aggressively in agreement, you laughed.

Carefully standing to stretch the numbing feeling out of your legs as Peter sat there with his head on the couch. Staring. You could have felt his gaze even from a mile away. Scarlet blood rushed up your neck and towards your cheeks as you tried to busy yourself with something.

Peter was staring. He knew he was. But just couldn’t bring himself to tear his eyes away from your figure in the dim light of your shared apartment as the sun set from behind the windows. You looked like an angel, in your long Christmas Pajamas, a shirt that had ‘Merry Sithmas’ written in the middle of it in a big, Star Wars font. He felt like he couldn’t breathe.

Once you had managed to fully get your feet to wake. Turning the TV off, you gestured to Peter to come along towards the small area that was your kitchen. Soft feet padding down towards the small area as Peter was left to gather his thoughts in the next minute. He glanced back towards where you had once been, now shifting into the kitchen and taking out the bit pucks needed for dinner. He liked nights like these. Where it was you and him and some random tv noises. The whole world just melted away and it was only you and him.

“You coming or not, Parker?” You shouted from across the room. Breaking his chain of thoughts. He looked dazed. Wisps of soft hair in messed all directions. He shifted his head towards you, still on the floor, not moving.

“Be right there, bub.” He reassured you. Rubbing a hand down his face as he gets up, cleaning up the mess of chess pieces on the floor and arranging it again on the coffee table.

Peter joins you in the kitchen a good minute or two after you had called for him. You had turned on the small radio in the window sill, old 80s soft rock pouring around the kitchen. As you both fall in a smooth rhythm, working your way into the process before Peter stops abruptly in the middle of the kitchen, stopping you from moving towards the other side to your chicken.

“Wait, did we discuss what’s for dinner?” He questions. Which makes you halt your tracks as well, as you tried maneuvering your way from his side.

“I thought we could make our Chinese order.” You commented, matter of factly. Peter stood there, his emotions evident on his features as a smile appeared on his face.

“You got the recipe?” He asks in disbelief as you nod profusely, mirroring his smile.

“Yeah, Mrs. Kim said if I asked for it as a Christmas present she might consider giving it. Turns out she wasn’t kidding” You laughed. Moving past Peter, towards your (seasoned) chicken and putting it into a pot of boiling water.

Before you could move to cover the lid of it, a pair of arms wrapped themselves around your waist, lifting and twirling you as you let out a squeal. Scolding Peter to put you down so you don’t knock over the boiling pot of chicken. Peter laughed at your protests, only going faster as you both laughed your heads off.

Setting you down, his hands stayed out on the dip of your waist. Turning you around to face him, his face held an unreadable expression. Earthy orbs moving between your own and then your lips. Soft, filled with joy and something else you couldn’t quite place. Before you could fully decipher it, Peter leaned in. Hands shifting to the low of your back as he nuzzled his face into your neck, breathing you in.

It took you a second to come to your senses before you wrapped your arms around his neck. Reciprocating the hug back.

You felt his lips move against the base of your neck as your eyes closed in delight. But they opened right back as you realised he was probably trying to say something.

Removing the grip you had on him, you leaned back. Still in the intimate range you had once been in but more comfortable.

“Sorry, I didn’t hear you.” You apologised. Gesturing him to repeat himself.

“I said: Thank you.” He repeated. Tucking a piece of hair behind your ear as he smiled down at you. Registering your lack of answer and the blown out look you had on your face, he continued:

“It was Ben’s favorite place. It was where he and May went for their first date actually.”

You were shook. Emotionally and mentally. You had known Uncle Ben for quite some time before he died. He was a great man. Always so kind and caring. You had spent a few nights at Peter’s to know he was a great cook (somehow managing to joke that it was better than May’s cooking).

After he passed, it was not easy seeing May and Peter cope with his death. It wasn’t easy for them, either . And for Peter to share that place with you, now. It somehow managed to sting your eyes before salty tears started pouring their way out.

“Aww, bub don’t cry. I was only saying thank you.” He cooed, feeling his own tears pooling at the edge of his eyes. He pulled you back into his arms as you sniffled. Slightly soaking a patch into his shirt.

“I’m sorry, I know you miss him, I didn’t know what that place meant to you. I’m sorry.” You cried a little more into him. His chest tighted, something pulled at his heart strings as he watched you cry for his Uncle. It wasn’t like you hadn’t heard of his death. You simply didn’t cope well with abrupt deaths.

“Sshh..it’s alright. Maybe he is happily looking over us right now.” He comforted, looking up towards the ceiling and imagining Ben, looking down on him with a smile on his face.

He hears the radio, a familiar tune dancing it’s way into his ears as he looks towards you. Taking a step back, and dropping his hands from you. You immediately miss his touch but before you could question his movements he offers you his hand. You look at him, confused before you recognise the familiar tune from the radio: Time after time by Cyndi Lauper.

“Dance with me, Y/n.” He says, with a smile so intoxicating that you couldn’t bring yourself to protest.

So you nod, taking his hand in yours as he twirls you around. A hand behind his back, the other above your head, spinning. Moving you out at an arms length and twirling you back in, flush against his chest and back again before he has you pressed against his chest, laughter filled with heavy breathing.

There is that look again, the soft smile, the puppy eyes with pupils blown out and…tenderness. He looked at you like you’d hung the moon and stars. He licked his lips. His eyes darted between your eyes and lips, slowly leaning in as if he were being cautious that a sudden movement would scare you away. You met him halfway, a hand at the back of his neck as dry lips met chapped ones.

It was gentle, and tender, like the ones writers describe in books. With butterflies in stomachs and fireworks and the smell of home mixed with him. You couldn’t think straight. Your lips danced against each other, perfectly fit before you were left gasping for air.

“Woah-”

“Wow-”

You both whispered, words overlapping against each other before Peter pulled you back in. It was more passionate this time. His arms enveloped you completely and you busied your hands into his hair, tugging and pulling before small groans were heard from Peter. He pressed against you as you started walking backwards till your back hit the kitchen counter. His hands were all over you, your neck, waist, hips.

He was all over you before you knew it, until a burning smell hit your nostrils and you gasped into his mouth. The chicken that you had forgotten to cover was now raging, the water overflowing out of the pot. Making a mess on the stove.

You broke away from Peter, gently pushing him away to grab the pot lid and slowing down the heat to stop the chicken from over cooking. As you looked back towards the brunette boy, who was still standing near the counter, touching his lips as if it weren’t there. You realised, you were in love with Peter Parker.

[meganslife]

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REQUESTS (open) : peter parker (mcu & tasm preferably but i can probably do any), miles morales, miguel o’hara, gwen stacy, sk8 the infinity, la la land, & poem prompts!! (also just random things to think about…)

REQUESTS I WILL NOT DO:

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anything related to domestic violence/abuse

violence in general

rape/noncon

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MASTERLISTS

TASM peter parker

MCU peter parker

poems and thoughts

sk8 the infinity

[ddringo]

Peter on Ice!

The world comes to a halting stop when Peter exits his jump, half a rotation short, angle wrong, and crashes to the cold, freezing ice. He’s shaking, but not because it’s cold. The frigid temperatures are biting his nose and piercing through his bones. He doesn’t feel it, though. Doesn’t feel anything. No sharp pain down his knee or ankle. No sound of snapping bones or popped ligaments. He’s numb. “I’m sorry�� Ben. I’m sorry.” I didn’t want to worry you, May had told him over the phone, It happened so fast. There was nothing we could do. He’s gone. Gone. Ben Parker, Peter’s uncle, and only living blood relative was gone. Or... After the death of Ben Parker, Peter gives up on his dream of being a competitive figure skater. That is, until Harry Osborn, his long time idol shows up at his front door to coach him. (Inspired by Yuri on Ice).

[themculibrary]

Tattoo Shop x Flower Shop AU Masterlist

Aloe You Vera Much (ao3) - mollus steve/bucky N/R, 2k

Summary: Revenge is a dish best served... flowery?

A tattoo shop AU/flower shop AU crossover drabble with added fluff and humour.

i'll bring you flowers in the pouring rain (ao3) - censored peter/harley T, 6k

Summary: Peter Parker knew that he didn’t live up to the expectations of people.

Harley Keener knew that he didn’t live up to the expectations of people.

In which: Peter is a tattoo artist and Harley is a florist. Somehow, luck is on their side.

Inked (ao3) - WhoLetThisHappen wanda/natasha, steve/bucky T, 9k

Summary: Wanda had never really paid much attention to the tattoo parlor across the street that Pietro seemed to frequent. The thought of marking one's body in such a way seemed too unnatural for her to care much about the neon-lit building. That was, until the owner of said tattoo parlor came stumbling into Roger's Floral Gifts with an admittedly strange request.

___

A mix of the Tattoo Artist/Florist AU and the Tumblr prompt: Person A owns a flower shop and person B comes storming in one day, slaps 20 bucks on the counter and says “How do I passive-aggressively say fuck you in flower?”

Lime Blossoms (ao3) - hawksonfire bucky/clint G, 5k

Summary: Bucky runs a flower shop. KaBloom is his pride and joy. He's not expecting to fall for the hot tattoo artist at the new tattoo place next door, but Bucky figures he can just shove acacias and daffodils at the Hot New Guy until Bucky gets over him.

On Wings of Ink and Petals (ao3) - butterflyslinky, watcherofworlds wanda/sam T, 10k

Summary: Sam Wilson runs a flower shop and volunteers at the VA in his spare time, living out his days in peaceful solitude. Then comes the day Wanda and Pietro Maximoff open up a tattoo parlor next door to his flower shop. With her borderline goth manner of dress and her bold personality, Wanda shakes up Sam's quiet world, and as they get to know each other, Sam finds himself falling for her.

Small Business Saturday (ao3) - Oddree13 steve/bucky G, 15k

Summary: Steve is a tattoo artist who lives above his shop. Bucky is a florist who lives above his. I wanted an excuse to make a flower shop AU where the store is called the Hydrangea because puns!

So if I survive, then I'll see you tomorrow (ao3) - spectralarchers clint/natasha G, 7k

Summary: Fill for the prompt of Flower Shop & Tattoo Parlor with Natasha as the tattoo artist and Clint as the florist:

Clint Barton is a veteran with hearing loss who has opened a flower shop opposite the street of an existing tattoo parlor, owned by former Olympic skater Natasha Romanoff. The issue with it is that although he likes Natasha, he can't stand needles. What will happen when he finally sets foot inside the tattoo parlor?

The Sunshine of a Friendly Gaze (ao3) - watcherofworlds steve/peggy G, 1k

Summary: After spending a week in DC for a tattoo convention, Steve is eager to get home to New York- and to Peggy- for Christmas. He opts not to tell her that he's leaving, deciding to surprise her at the flower shop, where she's sure to be until the very last possible moment, selling poinsettias and mistletoe and the like to unfortunate procrastinators. Along the way, a winter storm blows in, but Steve is determined to make it home in time, no matter what.

To Get A Tattoo (You Must Get A Boyfriend) (ao3) - endrega_Turtlesse clint/bucky T, 1k

Summary: Bucky goes to get a tattoo. Natasha gets him a boyfriend.

violets & ink (ao3) - idiotlesbian wanda/natasha G, 6k

Summary: Wanda isn’t really enjoying life at the moment. She’s grieving her family and spends most of her time working in her family’s flowers shop to avoid her feelings.

Until she meets the tattoo artist from across the street, whom she secretly has had a crush on forever.

or

sad florist!wanda meets tattoo artist!natasha

yellow carnations. (ao3) - orphan_account sam/bucky T, 3k

Summary: "cute." sam says, biting back a small smile as he takes the flower hot guy was holding out.

"i try." hot guy replies, a smirk on his lips and whatever nervous exterior from before was gone.

"mmm. but you got no clue what the meaning behind this-" sam holds up the carnation, "-is, do you?"

hot guy's face falls and he groans, "don't tell me."

"means rejection and disdain." sam says, unable to hold back his grin, "but nice try."

or

sam owns a flower shop, and bucky keeps coming in to flirt with him. badly

you're a sunflower (ao3) - inwelled (orphan_account) carol/maria, phil/nick T, 3k

Summary: The woman in the doorway is breathing heavily. Her eyes jump around the room until they land on Monica, Goose purring contently in her arms. They seem to skip right over Carol, too concerned with the little girl in the middle of the shop.

The face clicks in her mind and Carol freezes.

It can't be.

[gotlostonmywayhome]

This has been a slow year for me due to health issues (my own and my family's health not doing so great was all the rage this year), but I still wanted to celebrate that I created fanworks. I love the escapism creating and engaging in fanworks gives me.

I'm still firmly in the Marvel fandom. I was hoping to dip my toe in the Stranger Things and Percy Jackson fandoms, but alas, life had other plans. Fingers crossed I can expand into other fandoms in 2024.

So, in order of publication, my works for 2023:

“It is my duty to keep an eye on you.” (Rated M, ≤500 Moodboard & Short Fic, Bucky Barnes/Natasha Romanoff)

Natasha stepped in closer, running her finger along the edge of James’ tie, “I wouldn’t want you to not fulfill your duties.”

If you're gonna have car trouble on a road trip… (Rated T, 1.3k, Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers/Tony Stark)

Bucky didn’t set out to upend his life in Indiana or his relationship with his boyfriend. Or thought he would contemplate becoming part of a polyamorous relationship with a married couple in a different state. Life can be funny sometimes.

Vibe Check (Rated T, 1.1K, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark)

Harley and Peter worked too hard to get their dads together for Tony to forget to give Steve flowers.

A Price to Pay (Rated T, ≤1000 Moodboard & Short One-Shot, Loki/Tony Stark)

Stealing from a powerful wizard comes with consequences.

More after the cut...

The Awkward and the OnlyFans (Rated M, 3.6k, Steve Rogers/Sam Wilson, for the @silver-fox-steve-bang Valentine Exchange, created for @espressosaur)

A minor disaster with a book display has Steve meeting a handsome man who is clearly flirting with him. But Steve has a feeling he has seen this man before. And there may have been some booty shorts involved.

Stucky Bingo February 2023 Round Robin (Rated G, 1.7k, Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, for the @stuckybingo Round Robin)

When Russian figure skater Bucky Barnes defects, he can only skate for the Team USA if he skates with a partner. What he and Steve Rogers find together on the ice is golden.

Stucky Bingo March 2023 Round Robin (Rated T, 2k, Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, for the @stuckybingo Round Robin)

It wasn’t that he hadn’t noticed Bucky being struck. He’d thrown out his shield to block the worst of the damage from the exploding debris, but he’d noticed Bucky clutching his side throughout the fight. Steve knew. But in the middle of it there had been no opportunity for pause, no moment where he could check that Bucky was okay. He kept moving, and that was what mattered.

Project: Pathfinder (Rated M, Moodboard, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, created for @geekymoviemom)

When Captain America goes missing after a routine Avengers’ mission, leaving Tony Stark and the rest of the world stunned, Peter Parker decides to take it upon himself to try and fill the hole left behind by his absence. But while Peter believes that he’s finally gotten a decent handle on his new powers, he quickly discovers that there’s a lot more to being an unofficial Avenger than the ability to climb walls. Meanwhile, Steve is once again forced to face the demons of his past, all while searching for a way to get back home.

Coming Home (And Finding You) (Rated T, 1.4k, Clint Barton/Phil Coulson, for @clintcoulson appreciation week)

Phil has a rough mission. When he gets home, Clint has all of Phil’s favorites ready.

Not a Stranger in the Wood (Rated G, Digital Art, Clint Barton/Phil Coulson, for @clintcoulson appreciation week)

Clint Bartonguard was shocked to see his former party leader. Phillip had been run through the heart attempting to save Clint from Loki the Trickster's spell.

Family Dinners (Rated G, ≤1000 Moodboard & Short One-Shot, Clint Barton/Phil Coulson, for @clintcoulson appreciation week)

It isn’t many nights they are able to get together like this, but each one Clint carries in his memory like a treasure trove. An uninterrupted dinner with the team.

The Universe is Ridiculous (Rated T, 1.3k, Clint Barton/Phil Coulson, for @clintcoulson appreciation week)

Phil should know better and be careful about what he asks for. Or at least be very specific as to what he asks for. The Universe has a wicked sense of humor and will likely do exactly as wished.

First Gift Given (Rated E, 11k, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark)

Yes, Tony is hiding in a dive bar, but it is for good reasons. Pepper should thank him for not sticking around the Stark Industries board members' schmooze-a-thon. He was bound to piss off someone sooner than later and then she would have to go and make it all better. See, he’s making her life easy by not being there. But Tony wishes he would have picked a better hiding spot. One where a gaggle of college co-eds wasn’t screaming Bon Jovi’s greatest hits at the top of their lungs. It would be pure hell if it weren’t for the gorgeous, blue-eyed possible jail bait flashing Tony sweet, shy smiles across the room. Flirting with college boys is a big no-no, but what’s the worst that could happen? It’s not like Tony’s going to take him home or anything.

Stucky Bingo May 2023 Round Robin (Rated T, 1.7k, Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, for the @stuckybingo Round Robin)

If Steve were honest with himself, he’d been at least as curious as Bucky to discover what had happened to Becca. She’d been the closest thing he’d had to a sister growing up, and he remembered how kind-hearted she was, even if she did get into nearly as much mischief as he and Bucky did along the way.

Steve Rogers and Tony Stark star in Ghosted (Rated T, Digital Art, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark)

The latest movie from Marvel TV+, don’t miss Steve Rogers and Tony Stark in the action packed rom-com Ghosted.

Trying not to lose my sensibility (Rated E, 6.5k, Steve Rogers/TonyStark, for @cap-ironman Stony Loves Steve event)

In the weeks leading up to his heat, Steve rethinks about his relationship with Brock. And his fading friendship with Tony.

The Future is filled with Surprises (Rated M, 1.3k & Moodboard, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, for the @stevetonygames)

A chat on his favorite app has Steve meeting the last person he expected for a hookup.

The Only Time (Rated G, Moodboard & Drabble, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, for the @stevetonygames)

The invitation for another Iron Man Memorial statue arrives in his inbox at 6 AM. Steve has been to more ceremonies honoring his friend in five years since his return than he cares to count, but he attends them all. And at each one, Steve takes a moment to think about the man.

Will Not Be Caught (Yet) (Rated M, Moodboard & Drabble, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, for the @stevetonygames)

Tony knows he will be caught, but that’s the point. He will not make it easy for Steve.

Getting Tony out of the workshop (A Guide) (Rated G, Infographic, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, for the @stevetonygames)

Infographic for Stony writers on how Steve can lure Tony from an inventing binge using food.

A Little Advice (Rated G, Image Edit, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, for the @stevetonygames)

I feel like this is a conversation they had a lot when the team would make them sit up front on their own.

Must Be Tuesday (Rated T, ≤500, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, for the @stevetonygames)

Who needs to treat their husband to a fantastic steak dinner that could satisfy even a super soldier's appetite when Dr. Doom threatens the end of the world? Again.

Late Meeting (Rated M, Moodboard & Drabble, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, for the @stevetonygames)

Sex in Tony’s office always excites him, and marks are usually left behind. Steve doesn’t mind.

[anya-writes]

ok !! hi everyone my name is anya (woc/21/she they) & i am here to kick off this little rp sideblog for collecting 1x1 plots on discord.  i’m super interested in canon ships from certain fandoms & i’d love to do some original character stuff    (peep my upcoming wanted plots tag)   but i wanted to shoot this post in the tag with a wishlist below !!  i just finished my semester study abroad program & i’m looking for partners to gush over writing with.   you do not have to reply every day,   just be kind & we’ll get along just fine!    below i bolded who i wanna play. please note: i tend to have a preference for writing men.

CANON WANTS:  ( we can talk plots!  i’m down for aus or anything. ) 

peter parker (andrew garfield) x gwen stacy (or an original character) 

flynn rider (fabien frankel) x rapunzel 

zuko x katara

anakin skywalker x padme amidala

ORIGINAL CHARACTER:

something inspired by the love hypothesis by ali hazelwood please

big sucker for mafia leader x innocent girl or bad boy x town sweetheart i'll be honest like... stuff like this for sure

inspired by the holiday season but figure skater x hockey player (let me play the hockey player please)

i'm fine with nsfw & darker themes, but i will not write self-harm, dub con/non con or incest.

give this a like if you're interested!

[poems-of-a-lover]

nick watches spiderman

oh boy okay. agh. here we go. right off the bat the opening is just SO good??? its so sick and for what??? the soundtrack to both films also is very clearly 2010s pop music or whatever but still im a fan. shoutout to 2012 and 2014 specifically (bc thats when the movies came out KJHKJASHG)

peter playing hide and seek with his father in the beginning of tasm is very cute until u realize why his fathers hiding =]

AGH. richard parker.

oh yeah i forgot abt the office. so richards office gets broken into and like ransacked bc oscorp employees (????) were looking for his data on the spiders. is this ever stated in either film? no.

anyway! time to abandon our child and leave the country! - richard and mary parker

we learn basically nothing abt mary btw like we have noooo idea who she is shes just there

OKAY ALSO in the first film when theyre leaving richard says "be good" and just shuts the door. in the SECOND one he holds peters hand and rubs his thumb over it then says it and leaves. idk why its different its probably just a mistake but i noticed

FLASH THOMPSON this flash is soooo interesting he has such a fun character

peter being a scrawny brunette white boy and a skater and photographer in like the 2010s and also somehow being single is baffling to me

anyway hes abt to get his shit kicked in

remember how i said flash is a fun character? hes not rn he kinda sucks BUT he gets better

like he hits peter a few times but he gets better i promise

SHOUTOUT TO GWEN shes awesome she doesnt suffer from "only worth being a love interest" disease she actually has a full character

also her checking on peter after the fight is so cute

most of her character development and stuff comes in the second film bc it focuses on their relationship more but its so fun

"ben parker dont u even think abt leaving that filthy box in my kitchen" "these are my bowling trophies" "oh well then by all means please leave that filthy box in my kitchen" I LOOOOVE MAY AND BEN

ben is such a fun father figure for peter. like he says he doesnt know how to parent and take care of him well enough but honestly? he does a pretty good job

THIS. GODDAMN BRIEFCASE. THIS BRIEFCASE RUINS SO MUCH.

"guess who sold it to him? your mother, thats how they met" AGHHHH THATS SOOOO CUTE anyway whatever back to peter

oh yeah the photo of richard and curt. the start of it all. KGJHSKJGH this causes so many issues for everyone now

peter parker in glasses. i wanna be him.

im genuine peter parker is like prime gender envy for me i wanna be him soooo bad

THE DOOR LOCK he managed to build his own remote controlled door lock its so fun

ben is suchhh a good character to compare to richard. bens not even blood to peter but he treated him so incredibly well. and ik richard was in danger and thats why he left but he also just left his son. its more complicated than that for sure but at this point chronologically thats all we know

curt and richard working together is soooo interesting bc richard was just out here working for everyone JGHSKJHG

"youll find your badge to the left" [peter looks for two seconds] "are you having trouble finding yourself?" MAAM GIVE HIM TIME KJGJKSHF

like yes he snuck into this very important building and stole an internship slot from someone else but still!! let the man find a fake name!!!

GWEN oh yeah gwen is dr connors head intern she is so incredibly smart JKGHJSKHGKJ like u see her intelligence a lot more in the second film but shes so smart and i love her so much im a gwen stacy fan

each of the spiderman villains (or marvel in general) either want revenge or to make the world perfect. or both. gimme somethin new. /LHLH ITS FUN I ENJOY THE LIZARD PLOT

"hes second in his class" "second?" "yeah" "are you sure about that?" "im pretty sure" peter and gwen my beloveds <333

they have such a fun relationship and it drives me crazy theyre so cute jhafkjhskj even when theyre not together theyre still like. friends. (dont think abt the second movie we're not there yet)

i wish i was watching this with someone so i wouldnt have to explain whats happening on screen while also giving thoughts abt it. whos gonna step up and watch spiderman with me.

PETER. HE JUST BROKE INTO THE BIG SECRET SCIENCE LAB> U CANT JUST.

hes a little stupid

this might go without saying but if ur arachnophobic i do not recommend watching the first movie bc this whole lab sequence is just a shit ton of spiders. the second movie should be good but this one is. not.

anyway peters touching things and its not going well for him

OH YEAH CURTS TALKING ABT NORMAN okay so dr connors work is strictly to work on curing norman osborn bc he has retroviral hyperplasia (the osborn curse) hes not actually working to help ppl, thats not what he was hired for, hes here to help cure norman so that he doesnt die from this disease that no ones cured yet

so what theyre essentially doing is trying cross species genetics to see if some animal with like. self healing abilities. (like a spider) would cure norman if used in the correct way. thats also what richard was working on with him but we dont learn abt that for a while.

ANYWAY MY FRIEND IS DOING STUFF SO IM GONNA PAUSE HERE. ILL PICK BACK UP ON THIS LATER TONIGHT <3

[ironstrangeao3]

A 'Normal' Uncle

by sarajbanner

"Paul and I are going on a trip, and before you ask, no you cannot stay here on your own."

Dam, there goes my plans to invite Annabeth, Piper, Leo, and Nico over for the month. They're all year-rounders these days but I know they'd like to stay somewhere they're not responsible for 8-year-olds for a while. I get why I shouldn't though, last time was home alone for more than a couple hours, Paul came home to me summoning three gallons of water from the moisture in the air to put out a fire that I accidentally started on the stove trying to make mac n' cheese. Then, upon him announcing his presence by screaming, I slipped on some of said water and gave myself a mild concussion.

"Okay," I said, "but since Mr. D says I need to 'expand my comfort zone outside of camp', whatever that means, I don't have anywhere to stay." My mom shook her head.

"First of all, you know exactly what it means. He's tired of you telling everyone who praises you for saving the world that you 'did it for the vine' and pointing at him." I giggled at that. "Second of all, I've already got you a place to stay. With your uncle."

or

Percy is (somewhat) pleasantly surprised to find out she has a (somewhat) normal uncle

Words: 1214, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan, The Avengers (Marvel Movies)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Characters: Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase (Percy Jackson), Tony Stark

Relationships: Annabeth Chase/Percy Jackson, Percy Jackson & Tony Stark, Jason Grace/Piper McLean/Leo Valdez, Percy Jackson & Peter Parker, Tony Stark/Stephen Strange

Additional Tags: Female Percy Jackson, Bisexual Percy Jackson, Bisexual Annabeth Chase (Percy Jackson), WLW percabeth, oh wow another tony is percys uncle fic, How original, Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, mcvalgrace gives me life i love them, help i dont know how to tag, skater percy jackson??

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/44992606

[fiskpenthouse]

Vera Volkov

Name: Vespera Volkov, Vera Volkov

Alias: Vera Volkov, Winter Widow

Residence: Unknown

Occupation: Vigilante, Avenger, Mercenary, SHIELD consultant

Hobbies: Figure Skater, Ballerina. Photographer

Known Associates: Michelle Jones, Peter Parker, Natasha Romanoff, Yelena Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, Sam Maximoff, Becca Barnes, James Barnes, Hela Odinsdottir, Loki Laufeydottir, Carol Danvers. Margaret Carter, Pepper Potts, Jamie Carter, Iyla Difansisco, Azalea Romanoff, Bruce Banner, Jonny Romanoff, Cecily DiFransisco

[ao3feed-irondadspiderson]

A Vision Unforeseen

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55321096 by Starfox_Stellar When the traveler charges at the shogun after Kazuha utilizes his dead friend's vision, he manages to launch himself at her in tandem. But when they both fall into the Plane of Euthymia, he loses his eyesight and everything feels wrong wrong wrong. Who are these people, how did he get here? Can he go back? Does he even want to...? Or alternatively, Kazuha: Far From Home Prepared to stand firm Held close-dreams rewritten Songs of life remain Words: 2322, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game), Marvel Cinematic Universe, X-Men - All Media Types, Deadpool - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Kaedehara Kazuha, Tony Stark, Wade Wilson, Peter Parker, Traveler (Genshin Impact) Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Wade Wilson, Kaedehara Kazuha & Kaedehara Kazuha's Friend, Kaedehara Kazuha & Traveler Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Reverse Isekai and Transmigration, Kaedehara Kazuha's Friend is Called Tomo, Kaedehara Kazuha Needs a Hug, I Love Kaedehara Kazuha, No Deadpool Thought Boxes, Peter Parker Knows Wade Wilson is Deadpool, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, BAMF Tony Stark, Peter Parker is a Mess, Kazuha is an adult, Skater-boy Kazuha, Temporary Character Death, Implied/Referenced Torture, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Implied/Referenced Temporary Disability, Found Family, Fanon interpretations of characters!!!!, Only ever watched the Deadpool movies!, Wade Wilson Needs A Hug, Protective Kaedehara Kazuha, Kazuha is vision, I'll explain I promise ;) read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/55321096

[moongirlwidow]

Oh, sorry, it’s fine. I’m Vera, I most likely don’t know you in your universe, my life likes to find new and increasingly concerning ways to unfold across the multiverse.

Anyhow, my name’s Vespera “Vera” Volkov, adoptive younger sister of Natasha, Yelena, James/Bucky and “older” sister to Peter Parker, daughter of Hela, SHIELD consultant, intern to Bruce, and the vigilante and now Avenger known as the Winter Widow. I’m fifteen, black widow, got out of mind control last August, and am a photographer and figure skater amongst other things:)

Sorry I know it’s kind of a lot, trust me I didn’t ask for this either🙃

Laura? You’re here too? I missed you, I haven’t seen you in a month!

— @moongirlwidow

Remind me of your name again? I’m sorry I’m not good with names

[fncreature]

Q&A

"I never knew you liked figure skating, Parker" - Peter Parker x Reader

A/n: Apologies for everything but yeah. I finally wrote shit, yay. As any figure skaters or anyone who went to stars on ice, I went and loved it so much. And anyone who went to the Q&A knows who Steve's character is based on, like half the stuff he says on ice is based off of him. Anyway, are any of you guys interested in Shadow and Bone? Binge watched it this week and oh my god, Kirigan. Anyways, Fic.

Warnings: Peter's a creep for a little bit, ice skating au, bad writing

You stretched, stepping off of the rink for a moment.

“You ready?” Steve asked, looking at the crowd in the seats above you. 

“Hopefully” You sighed. 

“It’s your first time, you should be excited” He nudged you. 

You gave a small chuckle. “Social anxiety, Steve, social anxiety.”

Steve’s coach walked over, and he handed one to you. “You signed up for this, no going back now” He said, giving you a smile. He skated over to the two stools set out in front of the crowd. 

He waved to the crowd, and you skated over. “Thank you all for coming early, guys!” Steve announced. “As I hope most of you know, I’m Steve Rogers, and this is my friend and teammate Y/n L/n” 

Steve gave you a small nudge that was noticeable to the crowd. 

“We’ll be answering questions for the next thirty or so minutes, or until our managers tell us we can do two more questions. Steve, you wanna pick first?” You said.

Almost a quarter of the crowd raised their hands. Steve picked someone, who asked, “How did you start skating?” 

Steve grinned. “I love this question. My friend invited me to a skating rink once, and I turned him down. He ended up meeting a girl there and the dated for a couple months, and I was really pissed, so I started taking lessons, and here I am now. And for the record, that friend is now two time Olympian and still one of my closest friends, James Barnes. Y/n?”

“You really should have told me that story before, that’s hilarious. I went to Disney on ice when I was like five, and then I begged my mom to let me learn how to skate until she did, and I kept running with it” You laughed. 

“Y/n, you wanna pick next?” Steve asked. You wanted to say no, but picked someone anyway. 

Up in the stands, Peter grinned as the Q&A started. 

“I never knew you liked figure skating, Parker” Tony joked. 

“She’s so hot” Peter whispered. 

Tony raised his eyebrows. “Don’t say anything stupid, I know the guy who owns the place.” 

Peter sighed. “Do you know if there’s a way I could talk to her afterward? In private?” “I could probably get you in there, yeah” Tony shrugged. 

Peter grinned. 

The questions and answers continued. 

Steve picked another hand. “What’s your favorite move, out of anything?”

“Oh, easy. Lunges, especially backward lunges. Hard to learn, but I love them. Especially when you turn from forward to backward. I think I do like, what, seven? In the whole show. I seriously love them.” Steve grinned.

“I think it’s a hard question, actually. But honestly, even though I have been to the olympics, I gotta say that it’s a waltz jump. I love waltz jumps, honestly.” You smiled.

Your manager gave you a nod, telling you that you were almost out of time. 

“Alright, guys, we’re almost out of time, but we can do a couple more questions.”

You picked the hand of a boy who had been raising his hand for almost half of the Q&A. 

“Can I have your number?” A man who you assumed was his father glared at him and whispered something angrily to him. You felt a bit nervous, you’d never had anyone act like that to you. 

Steve also was glaring at him, and put his arm around your shoulders, and answered for you. “Of course not. If anyone else wants to be creepy, feel free to leave.” He said angrily.

Your manager gestured toward the door near the rink. 

“And sorry for ending on that note guys, but we’re out of time, thank you for coming!” You said, still a bit nervous. You and Steve handed your microphones to his coach and you skated off quickly and put on your guards and headed behind the curtain and sat down, Steve coming in behind you.

“You okay?” He asked. 

You shrugged. “A bit nervous, but I’m fine” 

“Alright. We have an hour, me and Buck are gonna find somewhere to eat so we can go after the show, wanna come?” He asked.

“I’m good, thanks though” You said, giving him a small smile, and he left. 

You sat down and sighed. You started to take off your jacket and when someone walked in. 

It was the boy. 

“Please get the- Please get out, the public isn’t supposed to be here, especially you and I’ll need to call security and you’ll be kicked out.” You said, tensing up. 

“I’m really sorry, I wasn’t thinking, and I really didn’t mean to sound that creepy, you’re just really pretty and-”

“Thanks and all, but that’s still weird, dude.” You said. 

“Wait, you don’t remember me?” He asked.

“Um- Obviously not?” You said nervously.

“We were friends as kids and then I moved. I’m Peter, remember me?” He asked. 

“Holy crap, Peter?” You asked.

You two had been friends in middle school, and you had crushed on him in middle school, and there he was, right in front of you.

“Yeah” He smiled. “Sorry again, that really did sound creepy.”

“Yeah, it did. But it’s really great to see you again” You smiled. “Quick question- Did you call me pretty to get my attention or-?”

Peter looked flustered. “I-I meant it. You look amazing when you’re in your element like that, and you’re super pretty” 

You blushed. “I crushed on you in middle school, why don’t we see if I still feel the same?” You smiled, walking up to him, even though it was a bit awkward because, with your skates on, you were taller than him. 

“I really like the sound of that” He smirked, and he stood on his tiptoes to reach up to you, and he kissed you.