#he was thrown pete!!! you caught him off guard!!!

[wentzmp3]

They’re talking about things post hiatus and omg the way Pete gets all soft being like ‘i was just kidding’ reassuring Patrick there. I need to leave

[kinnporsche]

hey guys, long time no kinn & porsche fic rec list! i miss these two so much it’s not even remotely funny. as always, this list is ordered according to length (from longest to shortest), and each fic is by a different author (to share the love)! all fics that are not yet complete have been marked with (wip). lastly, make sure to read the tags, and show the authors some love! god bless y’all for my daily allotment of serotonin.  [part 8/?]

— the empty crown by rainbowcolored7 – explicit / 117.2k words (wip)

Porsche was destined to rule his kingdom, but the throne and his family were taken from him, forcing him and his brother into hiding.

Kinn chose to rule to save his family from the untouchable threat of the Council who strictly guard the power of the Source.

When their worlds collide, everything changes. Hidden plans tumble into motion, enemies become allies and, above all, love conquers.

— you were there, written in my stars by bleakyblues – explicit / 81.5k words (wip)

Kinn is your everyday, ordinary guy. Well, as ordinary as the heir to the country’s underworld can be. But the point still stands. Kinn goes to school, helps his Pa with his work, hangs out with his friends and has a huge crush on his ‘good friend’ whom he is ‘not-dating’ (yet).

Enter Porsche Pachara Kittisawat with all the grace and stubbornness of a class five hurricane. And Kinn is lost, lost, lost... caught up in the winds never to emerge again.

— freedom is a sound/pleasure is a right ‘series by baby_droll – explicit / 31k words

Kinn stares at him, and then up at the ceiling, and then back at Porsche.

“Have you considered being professional even a day in your life,” he says, sitting back down in his desk chair and rolling away enough to get some space, “I mean really and truly, do you know what it looks like, barging into my office,” Porsche cuts him off, mouthing along to his spiel, mainly because he’s heard it before, “sitting on my desk, interrupting meetings, and acting like, Porsche, people are going to think things, things you and your shiny visa can’t afford to have them thinking. things that me and my giant internship program can’t afford for them to think—”

(Or: Kinn and Porsche meet, kiss, fall in love. Only one problem—Kinn is his PhD advisor, and there’s more than a few rules about them being together.)

— the bachelor by blue_grama – mature / 25.9k words

It’s Pete who explains, the next morning over breakfast, because of course the news has spread all over the compound. “Haven’t you ever watched a mob movie?” He asks Porsche, gesticulating with a spoon. “They have all the money they could ever need, but they can never get respectability. The old-money types look down on them. The new-money types take their bribes, but they don’t let them into the inner circle. This is public relations.”

“A kinder, gentler mob?” Porsche laughs. “Come on.”

“They’ll use it to look nonthreatening, highlight the legitimate businesses, that sort of thing,” Pete says. He lowers his voice. “Everyone knows the Theerapanyakuls are dirty, but if they’re on television, how dirty can they be, right? And… I don’t know, but Khun Korn is strange about Khun Kinn’s love life. Maybe he’s trying to keep him in line somehow.”

— i’m not a saint, but i pay like a sinner by haeseolar – explicit / 25.4k words

“I’m not sure how a lowly human like you called me, but here I am,” His voice is deep, but not gruff or harsh like he was expecting. Porsche doesn’t have many preconceptions about demons as a whole, but everything he holds is being completely turned upside down and thrown out the window.

“Who are you?” Porsche croaks out, somehow finding his voice.

The demon’s eyes sharpen as he speaks, the slitted black pupils contracting and opening again like a cat’s. It’s just as fascinating as it is unnerving.

“You’re the one that called my name,” He shrugs, gesturing around the room flippantly.

“Anakinn,” Porsche says, the name rolling off his tongue smoothly. “You’re Anakinn.”

— scale and bone by ahdriking – explicit / 25.2k words (wip)

Fairy tales aren’t real. There are no happy endings. These are the truths Kinn knows.

Ever since stepping into power, Kinn has been suspicious of the Russians—led by Mikhail Alexeyev—operating in Bangkok, suspecting them of stealing from him. He sends Kim to investigate, and the truth turns out to be much worse than his initial fears. He resolves to destroy them, even at the risk of all out war; he can do no less if he wants to avoid appearing weak.

It starts with reconnaissance at Alexeyev’s party, an event promising a ‘grand spectacle.’ Kinn is expecting something appropriately depraved, suitable for the Russian mobster and his tastes, but nothing could have prepared him for the reality of what Alexeyev has been hiding. Nothing could have prepared him for the way it will change his life forever.

Because fairy tales aren’t real.

Until they are.

— moonchild (we’re born in the moonlight) by wicca – explicit / 24.1k words

“Let me walk you home, then,” Kinn offers, recalling the recent accidents and all the superstitions he’d heard about the forest ever since he was a boy. “Even if you live close by, these woods can get dangerous. You should always get home before nightfall.”

“Trust me,” Porsche smiles, teeth sharp and brown eyes glittering an almost golden hue under the late afternoon light. “I’ll be fine.”

He lets Kinn walk him home anyway.

— desire is so different when god bore you hungry ‘series by captainkit – explicit / 20.6k words

“Let’s get out of here,” whispered Kinn. His eyes were so very kind. Porsche wanted to keel over with the hunger gnawing at his bones. The kindness in his eyes made him ache a little more.

“Okay,” he whispered back.

Starvation was an old friend of Porsche’s.

— force of attraction by nuwildcat – explicit / 14.3k words

Gravity (noun): the universal force of attraction acting between all matter.

Porsche never was the best student in school. She’ll be the first to admit that hands on lessons were always the ones that best made things ‘stick’ for her.

Porsche isn’t certain she wants to know whatever lesson Kinn Anakinn Theerapanyakul is trying to teach her. The problem is, resisting Kinn is like trying to stop a force of nature: impossible.

— if i go too far by p1n3appl3_p3n – explicit / 13.9k words

Kinn and Porsche are friends that fuck, and it’s totally fine until it isn’t.

— red-handed by martynax – explicit / 12.3k words

“Hello, gentlemen,” Porsche finally manages to find his voice and is proud of himself that he comes off as cool and collected. He doesn’t really feel like it, but as long as no one is pointing a gun at him, he can roll with whatever. He’s good at bullshitting his way out of tough situations. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

The corner of the stranger’s mouth ticks up in amusement, eyes taking in Porsche’s silhouette. It’s a slow once-over that makes Porsche’s skin tingle.

The stranger takes a slow sip of the whiskey, tipping the glass elegantly and smacks his lips after he swallows. “It’s not bad.”

“Want a refill?” Porsche proposes, waving his hand at the almost empty tumbler while he slowly starts approaching the couch. He feels awkward just standing there. The two guys in black suits tense up, but make no move to stop him. Not giving his unwelcome guest time to answer, he adds, “I’ll do you one better, I make a mean cocktail. How about I make you one?”

“Such a kind host,” the man muses, titling his head as he observes Porsche. “Do your best, little thief.”

— all of me (is all for you) by kurtstiel – explicit / 10k words

The water has saturated Porsche’s white shirt completely, soaking through the vest beneath. The translucent material clings obscenely to the swell of his pecs. His nipples are clearly visible through the sheer material, hard and pebbled, with the unmistakable shape of the metal barbells pierced either side of them.

Porsche’s head jerks up to check if he can still hide them from Kinn, but it’s already too late. Kinn is standing across the room, staring in Porsche’s direction, entire body coiled tight like a spring.

(Or: While Kinn is away on a business trip, Porsche gets his nipples pierced as a surprise for their anniversary. Kinn comes home earlier than Porsche expected.) 

— whatever else that touches you by technicallyverycowboy – explicit / 9.4k words

“No, it’s fine.” Porsche shifts to be a little less plastered against Kinn’s side, straightens his shoulders and smooths out his jacket with great dignity. “The answer to your question is yes, I have really never been with any other men.”

(Or: Porsche answers questions, asks some of his own, tries new things, and fills in the knowledge gaps of his own sexuality.)

— i’ve been waiting for you, to slip back in bed by dearsidewalk – explicit / 5.5k words

Porsche is sound asleep on their bed, the cityscape casting a soft, warm glow against his skin, dipping and arching with his silhouette. Kinn sags, hands falling to his side, but that itch hasn’t faded—that heaviness in his chest, stomach, and throat multiplies, malignant and spreading, and in a blink of an eye, he’s at Porsche’s side.

— the sweetest thing on this side of hell by butterflylungs – explicit / 3.3k words

Being vulnerable with Kinn is always a dangerous game: she never knows when it’s going to be thrown in her face. After the forest, she thought—well. But Kinn had given her to Vegas, cold and stone-faced from her perch on the couch, still attached to an IV line after taking a fucking bullet for her.

[lnfours]

Could you possibly do one where Tom and the reader who is an actress who plays a character in Spider-Man NWH are dating and one day for some mysterious reason Tom gets transported into the MCU universe and in the body of his character Peter Parker. Chaos ensues when his co stars are acting like their characters and he tries to convince them that he is not Peter Parker. He even tries to tell y/n that in his world him and her are together. The reader, MJ, and Nef agree to help him get back to his reality

oooh okay! i enjoy a lil multiverse action!

this got so long bc i got carried away but i love this idea so it's totally fine

come send me tom blurbs!

tom woke up to the sun shining in from the window. he rubbed his eyes and sat up in the bed, pushing the covers off as his vision cleared. his eyebrows furrowed as he looked around the room. he was in peter parker's bed, in his clothes, and in his room.

surely someone would've said something to him if he had fallen asleep on set, right?

there was a knock on the door, it opening slightly as marissa aunt may, peeked her head in through the crack, "ned and y/c/n are here, better get a move on. you don't want to keep them waiting."

he let out a sigh of relief. y/n and jacob are here. surely they'd know something about what's going on. what if they're in the same predicament as him?

she gave him a smile as she closed the door. he looked around some more, finding the midtown crewneck and khakis that were thrown around the room. he quickly changed, not really understanding anything about where he was or why he was suddenly peter parker, the boy he portrayed in marvel movies.

surely the multiverse wasn't real, is it?

he quickly was out the door, eager to meet his friends outside. he ran up to y/n y/c/n and gave her a hug. she was caught off guard, looking at jacob ned confused.

"hey, pete."

wait... did she just call him pete?

he pulled back surprised, "huh?"

she looked at him, eyebrows furrowed, "i said 'hey, pete'. are you alright?"

"why are you talking in a british accent?"

tom noticed she was in her wardrobe for the movie, which was a way too big MIT t-shirt that once belonged to her character's father, tony stark, a pair of jeans with black converse to match peter's. why was she wearing her wardrobe? why was everyone acting like he was peter?

"you feeling alright, man?" he turned and looked at jacob ned who was also in his wardrobe. a midtown letter jacket, a pair of jeans and sneakers. what the fuck is going on?

tom stammered, "i- uh, no. everything isn't alright..."

"what's wrong?" y/c/n asked, eyes filled with concern.

holy shit. the multiverse is real. in real life. and he's living in it.

"i think something happened and i got transported here from another universe."

his girlfriend and best friend looked at him and snickered, "yeah, okay, good one."

"come on, we're gonna be late for school."

tom shook his head, following them down the sidewalk, "no i-i'm being serious guys!"

however, the two ignored them and made way to the school. tom walked in silence, figuring out a way to convince them that he was actually tom holland trapped in peter parker's universe.

his heart was racing, mind spinning.

he just wanted to be back in atlanta with y/n.

the three walked into the school, meeting with zendaya mj at her locker.

"hey guys," she smiled, "why's parker look so sketched out."

"something about being in a different universe. i don't think he got much sleep last night." y/c/n said quietly.

"no, i'm telling the truth! you guys have to believe me."

"oh god, not the british accent again." mj complained.

"would you guys just please listen to me!" tom pleaded.

the three of them looked at him skeptical. they all knew that there was a slight chance in the multiverse actually existing, but no one has ever been able to travel through it. yet alone in their sleep.

"you were just fine yesterday," ned shook his head, "i don't understand."

tom huffed and grabbed everyone by their arms before leading them to a quieter section of the school: the library.

"listen, i'm telling the truth."

"okay, prove it." mj crossed her arms.

well, shit. how is he supposed to do that?

"okay, fine," he huffed, "my name is tom holland and i'm the actor who plays peter parker, i'm not actually peter parker. in fact, all of you actually have actors who play you, you're just an onscreen version of us."

mj uncrossed her arms, "still not very convincing."

tom rolled his eyes, good to know zendaya is just as stubborn as mj is, "y/c/n, me and the actress who plays you are dating in my universe, not just in the movie. your actress' name is y/n y/l/n. zendaya is the actress who plays you, mj. ned, the guy who plays you, his name is jacob batalon. all of the actors play you guys, the characters, in the marvel movies."

everyone looked at him dumbfounded.

"but you and mj are..." y/c/n trailed off, "you and i are just best friends."

"i know, but in my universe, you and i are dating."

"like peter parker and y/c/n or you, tom holland and y/n?"

"me and y/n." tom nodded, finally they were starting to understand.

"okay, you have me convinced but i need more proof." mj said.

"how else can i get you to believe me?"

"i don't know, how are we supposed to believe you?" ned said. he had a point, all of this did seem far fetched.

wait, if tom is supposedly peter parker, he wouldn't have peter parker's DNA he would have his own. which means he wouldn't have the radioactive spider bite. which means...

he's not actually spider-man.

"okay, so since i'm tom holland and not peter parker, i don't have the radioactive spider bite. which means i can't do this." tom said, walking up to one of the walls and putting his hands on it. he acted like he was going to wall climb, but because he didn't have his, stickiness as he called it, he failed.

which was the plan. and made mj go wide eyed.

"he's telling the truth."

"okay, so..." ned said, "how do we get you back to your universe and get peter back to ours?"

"i think i know a guy." tom said, leading his group of friends out of the school and down the streets of new york city. thank god he had caught up on all the marvel knowledge and knew as much as he did or else he could've been stuck like this.

"what is she like, y/n?" y/c/n asked tom, ned and mj coming up with different solutions by themselves as tom led the way.

"she's a lot like you, actually," he smiled, "i mean, other than the fact that she looks just like you, she's smart like you, goal driven like you, and she has terrible jokes just like you."

she let out a laugh, rolling her eyes and hitting his arm at the joke he said. he laughed with her, eyes crinkling as he smiled.

"is that why you hugged me earlier?" she asked and tom nodded.

"i thought the same thing happened to her that happened to me. sorry if it was weird or anything."

"no, no it's okay," she smiled, brushing her hair back from the wind, "peter and i have hugged a bunch, it was just strange at how sudden and bone crushing it was."

he let out a laugh, "yeah, sorry about that, too."

"all good," her smile never faded, "sounds like you love her a lot."

"i do."

"good thing we're going to get you back to her."

tom sighed as he stood in front of the building, "i sure hope so."

"dude! this is the sanctum sanctorum!" ned exclaimed, running up to stand next to tom.

"yeah, i know him. so does peter."

"wait, does dr. strange have an actor guy too?"

tom nodded, "everyone does."

"that is sick!"

"even my dad?" y/c/n looked over at tom and it broke his heart to see the sadness in her eyes. god, how was he supposed to explain it to her.

"yeah," he swallowed, "in my universe, your dad's actor robert downey jr, isn't actually dead. just his character, tony stark, is."

she nodded, looking down at her feet, "good to know he's still alive somewhere."

"if it makes you feel any better, y/n and robert are really close. almost father and daughter like, just like the two of you in your universe."

she gave him a small smile, "yeah, thanks tom."

he nodded, opening the door to see benedict dr. strange. the three teenagers and adult explained the situation to strange and after much convincing, strange agreed to send tom back to his universe.

he looked over at the teenagers who helped him, smiling. he hugged all three, his hug with y/c/n making him even more excited to go home and see you.

"tell y/n i said hi."

"yeah, tell this jacob guy i said hey too. if he's anything like me, he must be cool."

tom laughed and pulled mj into a hug.

"i guess say hi to zendaya for me, she sounds pretty awesome."

"she's the dopest friend i have. thanks for believing me, even though it took a lot of convincing." he smiled.

"you're just not very convincing," she said, "no offense."

he laughed, "none taken, i wouldn't have believed me either."

he said his final goodbyes and walked back over to strange who handed him the box containing the spell that would send him home. with a few words, tom was transported back into his room, in his bed. he woke up from a slumber in his own clothes, quickly sitting up and getting up out of bed as he rushed to the living room.

"oh, hey! you're finally up. i couldn't wake you this morning." you smiled from the couch, book in hand. he smiled, feeling overjoyed to see you in front of him.

"you alright, baby?" you asked, getting up and walking over to him. you ran a hand through his messy curls, his hands finding their home on your waist. he pulled you into a hug, kissing your lips sweetly as he took in the smell of your shampoo and perfume. he was home.

"you okay, tommy? did you sleep alright?" you asked, looking up into his brown eyes as they scanned over all your features.

"you'll never believe what just happened to me."

[soupsspoons]

12. Decisions Decisions

Deanna had sent an announcement saying there would be a meeting that night in order to decide what they should do about Rick. Hannah knew what people were going to say, 'He's crazy', and 'He's dangerous', and 'This is all your fault'. In reality, the incident had been no one's fault. After everything she had heard Gabriel say and everything she's found out from Carl, Hannah knew the group had been through unimaginable situations. There was a reason they were so intimidating. They had to be.

Hannah found herself in her room, pacing back in forth between the bed and the window. Outside, she could still see people wandering in the middle of town, hoping to get one more glimpse at Rick or Pete before they were rushed away. After the fight broke apart, Hannah ran to her house, which wasn't too far from where it all went down. She didn't want to be there when they had to deal with the aftermath.

Hannah had never been the type of person to enjoy conflict. She rarely fought with people and she very seldom argued. She wasn't good at making decisions either, and yet here she was, pacing back and forth, trying to decide what to do. Hannah could see Deanna from her window. The woman was headed towards her own home, accompanied by her husband, Reg. Hannah wanted desperately for all of this to go away. She didn't want to decide whether or not to be scared of these people. She didn't want to have to be scared. And more than anything, she didn't want the new group to leave.

After grabbing the sweater she had thrown on her bed when she first got inside, Hannah finally decided she needed to talk to Deanna. She couldn't let her make this decision without understanding that what Gabriel said hadn't been true. These people were just as scared as they were. They're just as human. They deserved a chance to prove that.

When Hannah got to Deanna's house, she found the woman leaning against the wall of her porch, watching Alexandria continue on. Hannah couldn't quite decipher the look in her eyes. She looked angry, her brows were furrowed and her body was tight, but she also looked sad, like she had disappointed herself. Like she had disappointed her people.

"Deanna?" Hannah asked softly from the bottom of the steps. The woman blinked out of her state and smiled at the girl, though it seemed forced.

"I just," Hannah started, walking up the steps, "well I just wanted to talk to you about the meeting tonight."

Deanna sighed and moved off of the wall.

"I know it's scary, Hannah, but we will figure it all out."

"No, no that's not what I mean, um, I wanted to talk about Rick. About what your plan is." Hannah said quickly.

"Well, what's your plan?"

Hannah thought for a moment. What was her plan? What had she come here to say? Did she want Rick to be kicked out? Did he deserve it?

"It's just," She started hesitantly, moving closer to the woman in front of her, "We all knew about Pete."

"Hannah--" Deanna tried to cut her off.

"No. No, we all did. I know you did. And we didn't do anything about it."

"We couldn't do anything about it, Hannah. He is our doctor, we need him. I'm sorry, I truly am, but we all make sacrifices."

This caught Hannah off guard.

"Sacrifices? Who is sacrificing? Ron and Sam were being abused. Jessie was being beaten! That's not them sacrificing themselves for the good of the community. A leader doesn't just let that happen!"

Reggie heard the conversation outside and joined them on the porch, allowing Hannah to realize how loud she had gotten. She allowed herself a breath before continuing.

"Look, you said you couldn't do anything about it and I believe it was a hard decision. But that's the thing, we never do anything. At least these people, this group, they did something. Rick did something."

"What Rick did was unacceptable," Reg said.

"You're right," Hannah responded, "He shouldn't have pulled a gun. But he shouldn't have needed to in the first place! It's just-- what I'm saying is, yes, what Rick did was scary, but these people, they know what they're doing. And we need people who know what to do."

All Deanna responded with was a sigh, "I will do what I have to do."

And Hannah decided, Rick, these people, they deserved to stay in Alexandria.

—-

After leaving Deanna's house, Hannah found Maggie sitting in front of Rick's house, her head in her hands. Hannah had seen most of the group bring Rick there after Michonne broke up the fight. They were almost frantic as they did it, some seeming embarrassed by his actions and others almost proud. Either way, they wanted to be as far away from other people as they could.

"Hannah" Maggie called out as the girl passed by. Hannah looked at her confused as if it hadn't been her name that was called.

"Oh, hello" was all the girl could say. They stared at each other, not knowing what to say.

"Are you alright?" Hannah finally spoke, "you know after everything?"

"Yeah, I'm sorry about all that," Maggie said quickly, trying to be reassuring, "Rick was just frustrated."

"No, I get it." Hannah wondered if she should mention her conversation with Deanna. She wanted Maggie to know she was on her side.

"You know, um, I actually just went to talk to Deanna about that." Maggie looked almost nervous at what the girl had said.

"I told her I didn't want y'all to get kicked out."

"Really?" Maggie asked.

"It's just," Hannah started, "he did the right thing, just in the wrong way. You know?"

"Yeah" Maggie shuffled over on the porch, now making space for the girl to sit with her.

"Thank you for doing that, Hannah, it means a lot," Maggie said softly.

Hannah could tell this was hard for her. It must be horrible to watch your friend be exiled from the only safe place you have known in so long.

"I didn't know you knew my name?" Hannah laughed, breaking up the tension.

Maggie smiled at the girl.

"Well, I didn't for a while, but Carl mentioned you once or twice so I figured it out."

"He did?" It was Hannah's turn to ask.

"Yeah," Maggie smiled, "It's nice he has a friend here."

"Yeah"

---

That night Deanna rounded up any of the Alexandrians who wanted to take part in the vote. Hannah remembered seeing Mikey ask if he could come, to which Reg told him kids weren't allowed to attend. But as everyone stood around a small fire pit, Hannah stayed just past a brick wall, separating her from the group. She needed to know what the decision was. She needed to know if she had helped Rick.

There was only soft chatter as they all waited for Rick to appear. Hannah could see Maggie, Carol, Eugene, Abraham, and Michonne in the group, and yet Rick was nowhere to be found.

Deanna broke the whispers, "We're going to start," she said. Maggie quickly asked her to wait, reminding her that Rick and Glenn hadn't arrived yet. Deanna ignored her plea.

"It's already dark. We are going to start. We're gonna talk about what happened. Not the fight. Not what precipitated it. We're dealing with that." Hannah heard Deanna say. But Hannah knew what 'dealing with it' meant for them. Absolutely nothing.

"We're gonna talk about one of our constables. Rick Grimes. We are gonna talk about how he had a pistol in which he stole from the armory, and how he pointed it at people. And we're also gonna talk about what he said. I was hoping he'd be here." Hannah couldn't see Deanna as she spoke but she could imagine the way she looked. She could imagine the condescending smile she wore.

Some of the members of the new group chimed in, mentioning how Maggie had said Rick would be there. Hannah really did want him to show up. He deserved a chance to explain himself, at least to say he was sorry. She looked around the dark town in front of her, hoping to catch a glimpse of the man on his way to the meeting, but all she could see was the darkness that blanketed them, and the sounds of the creatures outside.

Hannah moved off the brick wall to look into the window of the Grimes house, seeing that there was a slight movement in the room. Maybe Rick was still inside, she thought. Hannah walked just below the window of the second floor, trying her best to hide from whoever could be inside. She peered her head back so that now she could see into what looked like a bedroom. It was similar to her own, with a twin-sized bed covered by a blue comforter. She moved to her right and Hannah could now see the back of someone sitting on the side of the bed. Pulling herself onto her toes, she realized it was Carl. He was sitting on his bed, just like he had when she found him on the porch after Deanna's party. Hannah could hear the group behind her talking, defending Rick as she had, but she continued to watch the boy. She blinked for a second before realizing he had turned to face her. He stared back, not saying anything. Hannah expected him to be mad, to be angry that she had seen him when he was obviously upset, but he didn't. He looked worried. Hannah had never seen him like that.

Carl continued to watch her, waiting for her to do something. She didn't know how she could help him in a moment like this, so all she did was give him a tight-lipped smile. He did the same, nodding his head slightly and then turning back to face his own window.

"Simply put..." Hannah heard as she tuned back into the meeting, "There is a vast ocean of shit that you people don't know shit about," She held in a chuckle at what must have been Abraham, "Rick knows every fine grain of said shit...and then some," Hannah's smile faded as he softly spoke the last part.

After Abraham finished, Maggie spoke about her feeling for Rick Grimes as well.

"My father respected Rick Grimes," She said, "Rick is a father, too. He is a man with a good heart. He feels the things he does, the things that he has to do. And all of us who were together before this place, no matter when we found each other, we're a family now. Rick started that, and you won't stop it. You can't, and you don't want to. This community, these people...that family, you'll wanna be a part of it too." Maggie finished.

"Before we continue," Deanna started, "I would like to share something in the spirit of transparency. Father Gabriel came to see me the day before yesterday."

Oh no.

"He said our new arrivals can't be trusted. That they were dangerous, that they would put themselves before this community."

Nothing she had said mattered, Hannah thought. Deanna had already made up her mind.

"And not one day later, Rick seemed to demonstrate all of these things, all at once. I had hoped Father Gabriel would be here tonight."

"I don't see him here, Deanna. You're just saying what someone said." Hannah could hear, what she thought was Jessie, saying.

"He's not here," Maggie added.

"Neither is Rick," Deanna stated and at that, Maggie excused herself.

Hannah couldn't listen anymore. She couldn't listen as everything she had tried to fix broke apart. Deanna was never gonna let him stay, Hannah knew that. She started to walk away from the group, she just wanted to rest now. But as she did, Hannah heard voices of shock ring out from where she had stood. She quickly ran back to her hiding spot, peeking around the side of the wall now. She covered her mouth with her hand as she saw Rick, covered in blood, standing over the body of a walker.

"There wasn't a guard at the gate," Rick said gruffly, "It was open. I didn't bring it in. It got inside on its own. They always will, the dead and the living. Because we're in here. And the ones out there, they'll hunt us, they'll find us, they'll try to use us...they'll try to kill us."

"You know I was-- I was thinking... how many of ya'll do I have to kill to save your lives." Hannah held her breath, "But I'm not gonna do that. You're gonna change. I'm not sorry for what I said last night. I am sorry for not saying it sooner. You're not ready, but you have to be. Right now, you have to be. Luck runs out."

It was everything Hannah had been thinking, it was everything she had been afraid of. What would happen when her luck finally runs out?

"You're not one of us!" Hannah heard a man yell out. When she looked, she saw Pete holding some sort of sword. Reg tried to calm him down, but as he did so, Pete swung the knife up high, slitting him across the throat. Hannah gasped as she watched the blood run from Reg's neck. She hadn't seen this much blood in so long. She couldn't watch. She couldn't listen as Deanna cried, as she called out for the man she loved. And so, Hannah ran, hearing a gunshot sound before she even reached her house.

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Hey Loveliesssss!!! I really like this chapter! it's pretty dialogue heavy so it's a bit longer than my usual posts, but I really hope you enjoyed!

We're finally done with season 5 (yayy) and we all know what's coming up so how do you guys think that will play out for Hannah and Carl??

Thanks for Reading :)

[nikoruistyping]

HIIIII i dont know if you really do asks or not. If not then please ignore this. But I really love your work and your writing style

could maybe write for peter parker x reader (andrew or tom)

where peter is sad that everyone loves spiderman but not peter parker. So the reader who is his best friend (doesnt know about pete being spidey) tells him you only need a kind heart and positive mindset to be an amazing person, not super powers....

thank you very much. Take care.

with love.

Amazing || MCU Peter Parker

MCU!Peter Parker x BestFriend!Fem!reader

Requested By: @nerdreader​

Summary: While you try to get you AP Physics homework done at your best friend, Peter’s, house you realize something is clearly bothering him and you decide to investigate why he is feeling down and most importantly how can you cheer him up...

TW: Fluff, Sprinkle of Angst, Mention of Low Self-Esteem/Confidence/Rejection, Hugging, Playful Banter, Cheesy/Comforting Pep Talks, Platonic Friendship, Light Threatening (In a playful way no violence in this household!)

Word Count: 1,067

A/N: This fic came out a bit on the shorter side but regardless of that thank you so much for requesting and I hope you enjoy! 

You were sitting in your best friend's desk chair while you used the balls of your feet to spin around and around in circles. You were looking up at the ceiling while you spaced out and clearly, you were easily distracted from doing your AP Physics homework. You were surprised that Peter was actually being fairly quiet since you had expected him to have at least scolded you once by now for not paying attention. It caught your eye and you shook your head and looked in his direction seeing him fully focused on the textbook in front of him while he was lying down on his bed and reading upside down almost, how the heck could he even learn anything by reading that way?!

You grabbed a scrap piece of paper from off the desk in front of you and you crumpled it into a ball and threw it directly at Peter's head, a small giggle leaving your lips when he got caught off guard earning you a stern look on his face.

"Hey! What was that for?" He questioned with the slightest bit of attitude in his voice, it was clear that something was bothering him but you couldn't quite put your finger on it.

"I should be asking you that. Why are you being weird?" You retorted right back at him.

"I'm not being weird what are you even saying Y/N?" He now had thrown the textbook to the side and was sitting up properly on his bed, his fingers seemed to pick at the bottom of his Midtown Tech sweatshirt while he looked down.

"Pete I know you better than anyone, what's on your mind? Come on, let it out." You said leaning forward in the chair and using your feet to roll yourself over to the side of his bed.

"It's nothing, I swear!" He exclaimed in a very defense voice, now you definitely knew something was upsetting him.

"Peter do you want me to go slap it out of you because I sure can. Don't make me do it!" You playfully threatened him while you stood up from the chair and slid your way onto the edge of his bed.

"Ok, ok! I guess I'm a bit jealous of this Spiderman guy...all these people love him and he gets so much attention and I guess it all got into my head. I just wish I could be more like him but obviously, in school you know?" He embarrassingly admitted to you and you put a hand on his shoulder and lightly squeezed, hoping it comforted him.

"Seriously Peter?! You’re all worked up because of Spiderman?!" You leaned closer to him, both your hands now grabbing his shoulders and shaking some sense into him.

"Yeah I mean the guy is an icon, everybody loves him. He looks amazing, is amazing, and is literally the nicest person ever. Who wouldn't be jealous of him?" He looks away from your gaze for a moment but you move your hands from his shoulders to his face and grab his attention making sure his eyes were focused on you and only you.

"Pete, first of all, you shouldn't be jealous of a superhero and second is that all you need is a kind heart and positive mindset to be an amazing person, not superpowers. You're already great as it is, at least in my eyes you are." You said with a smile while you squeezed Peter's cheeks and gave him a small slap on the side of the head hoping your words of wisdom would stick with him.

"Oh, you're just saying that because you're my best friend. You don't really mean it." He rolls his eyes at you and pouts.

"Peter I'm being serious! I think you're an amazing guy and anyone would be lucky to get to know you and have you be a part of their lives. Yeah, superpowers are cool and all but it's what's in here that counts." You say using your finger to point towards his chest, especially at his heart.

"Are you sure you're not lying to me?" He raised an eyebrow at you as his hand reached to hold yours.

"Cross my heart and hope to die." You said with a big smile, motioning with your free hand across your chest making an 'X' symbol.

"Ok, I believe you. Thanks, I guess...I really needed to hear that." He said with a sigh of relief and you cracked a small smile on your lips while your hands went back on his shoulders. You dragged him into a big hug, you had a feeling he needed it, making sure to squeeze tight, your arms wrapping around him.

"Of course Peter, you know that I'd never lie to you. You're my best friend for a reason silly goose." You continued to tell him while his head rested on your shoulder and your hands patted his back in hopes to cheer him up.

"Thanks, Y/N for always being here for me. I know I overthink too much and I probably act stupid a lot of the time but I'm really glad to always have you by my side." His hands clutched you just a bit tighter, he never wanted this hug to ever end.

"You too Peter, thanks for always being there for me, in good times and bad." You said while your head seemed to snuggle into the crook of his neck.

The moment was short-lived when you heard Aunt May knock on the door, shouting from the other side.

"Time for dinner kiddos! I made your favorite Peter!"

Both you and Peter scrambled to your feet, quickly detaching from the hug and while you both stared down at each other, running towards the door as fast as you could.

"Last one to the dinner table is on dish duty!" You exclaimed at him with a big smile and laughing, his expression identical to yours while the both of you fought over who would get to the dinner table first.

That evening while you all ate and fought over who got to eat the last piece of lasagna, Peter just stared and smiled at you the whole night. His mind was finally at ease knowing that the most important person in his life believed he was a good person out of the suit. He could confidently say that Peter Parker was just as equally amazing and great as Spiderman was and he didn't have to worry about it one bit.

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WinterWitch Prompt Fic

For Anon

WinterWitch

Prompts: “I’m beginning to think you don’t hate me as much as you say.”

“There’s no one else I’d rather bother for the rest of my life than you.”

It was well known among the members of team Cap that Wanda Maximoff and Bucky Barnes couldn’t seem to have one conversation without verbally sniping at each other. Clint and Sam thought it was funny, Scott was nervous and Steve was distressed seeing his two friends didn’t seem to get along.

He understood why Bucky would be leery of Wanda’s powers, but she’d got herself thrown in prison trying to help them, so he wished his friend would give her a bit of a break. Wanda seemed to be holding her own against Bucky’s passive-aggressive attitude, so Steve decided to stay out of it unless they got nasty.

The latest tiff had involved Bucky eating the last of the donuts, which happened to be Wanda’s favorite.

“What? There were still seven left just ten minutes ago!” Wanda had proclaimed in outrage. Bucky was wiping frosting off of his mouth and looking very pleased with himself.

“Do you have to be such a pig, James?”

Bucky had shrugged and scowled. “Super metabolism. You could have left a note. And I told you not to call me James.”

“You could have been considerate and not assumed everyone had had one, James.” Wanda shot back, picking up the empty box with her powers and dropping it on his head, before stalking off. Bucky spluttered and wiped the crumbs off of his hair.

“I’ll buy you some more donuts, for Pete’s sake!” He called in exasperation. “You never yell at Steve like that!”

“That’s because Steve has actual manners,” She replied with a sickeningly sweet smile. “He always leaves at least one.”

Steve had stared after her and sighed.

“Why are Nat and I the only adults around here?” He mumbled to himself.

Bucky sat glumly and pondered the reasons Wanda got under his skin so much. He’d tried to pretend it was because she messed with people’s minds, but he knew that was not an excuse for his behavior because Wanda had never once done that to him or ever hinted at it. Sam had once accused him of pulling her pigtails, and he’d vehemently denied it. Not even going there.

Sighing, he retreated to the gym to work out his frustrations in a more productive way.

Steve found him later pummeling a reinforced punching bag and muttering under his breath.

“What’s going on, Buck?”

“Whaddya mean, punk?” Bucky grunted, continuing his punches rhythmically.

“I mean about you and Wanda. Why can’t you two just bury the hatchet?”

Bucky sighed.

“I don’t know, Steve,” he said wearily. “That’s what I’m trying to work out. I’m better than this, but every time I’m around her, it’s like I’m back in grade school.”

Steve smiled, but just clapped his friend on the shoulder.

“Well, I hope you figure it out. Natasha is threatening to lock you two in a closet if you can’t work your issues out.”

“Of course,” Bucky groaned, rolling his eyes at this very typical meddlesome Natasha behavior.

“Tell her that won’t be necessary.”

“You’d better prove it, then,” Steve told him bluntly but kindly. “Good luck.”

Meanwhile, Wanda was contemplating the annoyance that was James Buchanan Barnes and wishing she hadn’t let him get such a rise out of her.

“It’s just donuts,” she sighed to Natasha. “Why did I get so angry?”

“Maybe because of how smugly handsome he looked finishing them off?” Natasha suggested with a sly look.

“He’s smug, alright,” Wanda agreed. “Sometimes I just want to punch that look off of his face.”

“Punch Or kiss?” Natasha suggested, eyebrow raised. “But I do sympathize with the sentiment. Bucky Barnes can be insufferable.”

“That’s the truth,” Wanda agreed fervently.

However, their next few interactions were surprisingly civil. Bucky’s smartass remarks were toned down or aimed at other people and he even complimented her! Wanda was so caught off guard, she could only gape after him and the sarcastic remark she had planned died in her throat.

After a few weeks of mostly peace, Bucky woke from a rather nasty nightmare that left him shaken and unwilling to attempt further sleep. He was no stranger to this occurrence and had a pretty set routine to help him shake off the effects. Venturing into the kitchen, he rummaged half heartedly in the cupboards, pulling down the container of Swiss Miss and a mug.

A soft sound caught his attention and he looked up to see Wanda standing there, sleep rumpled and teary-eyed, looking as wrecked as Bucky felt. They looked at each other and smiled weakly.

“I was just about to make some cocoa. Would you like some?” He offered.

“Sure,” Wanda sighed, tucking her fleece blanket closer around her and sliding on to a stool.

Neither one of them spoke much as Bucky meticulously prepared the cocoa, but the silence was comfortable, rather than awkward. It was kind of nice being with someone who understood and didn’t try to grill her, Wanda thought.

He presented her with a steaming mug of cocoa and artfully arranged marshmallows with a flourish.

“There you are, Ms. Maximoff, one Barnes special. Enjoy.”

He winked at her and Wanda smiled at him.

“Hmm. Delicious.” She said, sipping it happily. The ghosts that had tormented her dreams felt farther away the more she drank the sweet liquid.

Beside her, Bucky was quietly enjoying his own drink and she could sense his own agitation easing.

“You know, I’m beginning to think you don’t hate me as much as you say,” she observed. Bucky swiveled his stool around to face her and she tried not to stare at his chest, barely concealed under the tank top he wore, which also showed off his impressive shoulders: both flesh and metal.

“Hate you? Where’d you get that idea?” He asked, looking very puzzled at her statement.

His confused face was so cute, Wanda had to stifle a cooing sound.

“Well, You always seem so on edge around me and it seemed like you tried to fend me off with sarcasm or picking a fight,” Wanda explained, eyes in her mug.

“I admit, At first I wasn’t sure about you, given what I’d heard about your powers,” Bucky admitted, also looking down. “But then I kinda started to like riling you up a little. Then I realized I just plain liked you and I didn’t know what to do with that.”

Wanda’s eyes grew round at his admission and he noticed again what a fascinating green color they were.

“And here all this time I’ve thought you were merely an insufferable, grumpy old man,” she said, a hint of a smile appearing.

“Ouch,” Bucky said with an exaggerated wince. “But, yeah. I really didn’t give you much reason to think otherwise. What do you say we bury the hatchet, so to speak?”

Wanda tapped the side of her mug as she pondered this for a moment. She was liking this softer, gentler Bucky a lot.

“Well, if you’ll promise to not hog all the donuts and make me another one of your Barnes specials, I think I can agree to that,” Wanda told him.

Bucky grinned and held out his hand.

“It’s a deal.”

A Year Later

Wanda radiated red energy as she blasted a couple of goons away from Bucky. They’d been hunting down a Hydra cell and had finally hit paydirt, thanks to intel from Clint and Natasha.

Not that he needed help, but she wasn’t about to risk someone getting a lucky hit on her boyfriend.

Bucky knocked out the last two men and grinned at Wanda, barely even winded.

“Nice work, doll,” he told her, bending down to restrain their captives.

“Nice butt, soldier,” she said slyly as she passed behind him.

“Thanks” He snorted, giving her a smirk, adding in a low tone, “Not as nice as your legs in that skirt.”

Wanda pranced around teasingly as they finished the debrief and she was pleased to see Bucky staring at her, looking ready to pounce. They still loved winding each other up, although in a very different way than they used to.

“You know you drive me crazy, sweetheart,” he told her as they rode the elevator for what seemed like an interminable time.

“Mmm-hmm,” Wanda hummed in agreement, “and there’s no one else I’d rather bother for the rest of my life, James.”

Bucky was still kissing her when the doors finally opened.

[lonelyyinchicago]

giving sirius the childhood he deserves part 8

from his table in fortescue’s, harry looked over the road at the menagerie. lily leaned over his shoulder and rested her head there.

“what are you looking at?”

“can we get a new pet?”

“are we not enough?” sirius asked, winking over his coffee.

james snorted as harry turned to face sirius, an apologetic smile at his lips.

“no i just-”

“we’re going to get you one” james assured him. “before you leave for hogwarts.”

harry’s eyes lit up. lily frowned at james and looked back across the street. the rain had eased and she decided it was time to make a run for it.

“come on - let’s go now.”

as harry wandered through the shop, his attention was caught by a white owl, speckled with grey. two large, amber eyes blinked up at him inquisitively.

“you want this one?” sirius asked, reaching through the cage. the bird instantly nuzzled against his fingers, a content hum escaping.

“can i touch it?” harry asked as sirius retracted his hand.

after watching for a small nod, harry giggled as the soft feathers tickled the palm of his hand. after a minute harry pulled his hand out of the metal bars and looked up at sirius.

“yeah i want that one. i’m going to tell mum - will you stay here and guard it for me?”

sirius nodded obligingly but as harry turned his back, he took the cage to the counter.

“mum! mum, i’ve found an owl! come look.”

harry held out his hand and dragged lily over to the now empty perch.

“it’s gone. sirius said he was going to look after her for m-“

“harry” lily interrupted. “look over there.”

“SIRIUS!!”

harry ran through the shop into the street where sirius was waiting, holding the bird carefully. harry knelt down next to cage, as remus and sirius smiled to each other.

“you bought her for me? thank you!”

harry threw his arms around both remus and sirius’ waists. a large hand gently brushed over harry’s hair and he looked up at his godfather.

“thank you!”

“well we had to get you something before you leave didn’t we?”

harry grinned as he excitedly made his way up the street, proudly showing off his new pet to james.

“you didn’t have to do that, you know” lily whispered to remus. “we would’ve bought him the owl.”

“i wanted to” sirius mumbled from remus’ other side.

“okay” she shrugged. “he loves it anyway.”

remus’ fingers tightened around sirius’ as he threatened to pull away. remus smiled softly as harry continued stroking the owl through the bars. when sirius stopped next to the bakery, remus’ hand slipped out as he continued up diagon alley. he was back behind sirius as soon as he realised.

“what are you looking at?”

two arms were thrown over his shoulders and sirius turned around in the grip. leaning against the window of the shop, sirius’ eyelashes fluttered as remus’ lips made contact with his neck.

“just thinking.”

remus raised his eyebrow: “about what?”

“the owl. i don’t know - what animal did you bring to hogwarts?”

“errr myself?”

“moony!” sirius hit remus’ arm playfully as remus grinned.

“you didn’t have one did you?” remus asked tentatively. “reg did though didn’t he?”

“no, i always borrowed pete’s owl. i wasn’t deserving of my own pet - although to be honest it would’ve definitely ended up dead in a week.”

“it definitely would” remus agreed.

“you didn’t have to agree you know.”

“i was just being honest. do you want an owl now?”

“would you seriously buy one for me?” sirius asked, his eyes widening incredulously.

“why not? do you want one?”

“no . .” sirius paused, “will you buy me cake instead?”

remus rolled his eyes before following sirius into the bakery.

“i was trying to tick another thing off the list for you but if chocolate cake also works.”

“buying the owl for harry feels like i already did that. i’m so glad he liked it. jesus! i didn’t need a slice of cake this big.”

“share it with me then” remus said, advancing with another spoon.

“no!”

sirius ran out of the shop, protecting his cake. remus thanked the cashier before chasing after the cake. wrapping his arms around sirius’ waist, remus fitted his face in his husband’s neck.

“here - you can have a little bit.”

sirius scooped up a small bit of cake and held it up for remus.

“why thank you.”

sirius smiled as he reached up wiped a little streak of chocolate off remus’ cheek.

“you definitely just smeared it further across my face didn’t you?”

sirius didn’t answer but merely smirked and went back to the cake.

“do you think owls can eat cake?” he said after a moment of silence.

“shut up” remus said, opening his mouth for more cake. “don’t be stupid.”

“you know how hard i’m going to find that, don’t you?”

[rudysrings]

Peter parker x reader where he gets jealous over Harley's relationship with reader? And they always play fight but peter thinks harley is actually hurting reader and gets sUPER protective??💞

A/N: Dude i’m so sorry that this soooo late. School has been an asshole. It’s x stark!reader FYI and pretend that Harley is the same age as Peter and the reader for writing’s sake pls and thank you. Also, I don’t know what the fuck this blurb turned into, but I hope it’s still ight. Hope you enjoy!

You knew that Peter was a bit of a jealous boyfriend. It stemmed from insecurity. Given his lifestyle, it was no surprise that he was constantly insecure about whether or not he was the right partner for you, whether he was putting you in more danger than was worth it. In fact, if you asked him, he would say that there was no doubt about it, he definitely was putting you in more danger than was worth it, but all the same, he couldn’t imagine life without you and knew you would never accept these reasons and thus, he tried his hardest to quell the doubts.

It didn’t help that you were surrounded by so many amazing people that he knew could offer you more. (A/N: LOL U THINK PETE) 

Despite your awareness of many of Peter’s insecurities and the immense communication in your relationship, you remained oblivious to his feelings about your close friendship with Harley. 

The three of you had grown up together, and you had always seen Harley as your own brother, not to mention that Peter and Harley were thick as thieves, so you never suspected that anything was amiss. In fact, if anything, you felt it was mostly you who was jealous of their close brotherhood.

You and Harley trained and sparred together often. There were multiple reasons you had stopped training with Peter. 

The obvious one was that it simply wasn’t a fair fight. Peter could anticipate every single one of your moves before you made them with his Spider senses, and your strength was nothing compared to his. Of course, when you were in your suit, Peter was no match for you, but you intended to be physically prepared, too. In your line of work, you never knew what could happen and what you would have available to fight. 

Second, Peter was your boyfriend. You knew that hurting you hurt him, and that wasn’t a strain you wanted to put on your relationship. Given the events that had molded Peter, you knew that it wasn’t something he could take on and be okay with.

Harley offered the perfect alternative. He was your ideal match, given his similar build and lack of superhuman enhancements. 

Harley and you were just finished with a long session of sparring, and you were messing around like always. Harley had your leg in an iron grip, his body on top of you, his arm pinning your neck to the mat. He wasn’t pressing down hard enough to hurt you, but you still jokingly made fake choking noises. “Gotchu now, Y/N/N.”

Neither of you heard Peter come in. And neither of you expected Harley to be thrown off you. Peter shoved Harley’s chest, eyes murderous. He was flushed, muscles tense as he confronted a situation he believed to be dangerous, despite the fact that his senses didn’t alert him of any danger.

“What the fu-” Before Harley could get a word out, Peter had him up against the wall, arm to his throat in the same way you had been held to the ground. Only this time, you knew the intentions were malicious.

You jumped up, rushing over to Peter, pulling him off. “What the hell?” You practically shouted, forcing him to back away from Harley. Harley looked shaken, but he wasn’t hurt.

Peter didn’t have to back down; you could never have managed to pull him off unless he let you. But something about the fear in your shaking voice forced him to let go of his friend.

“Peter, What the fuck?!” You cried. Peter tried to pull you to him by your hand, but let go when you forced your wrist out of his grip.

Harley straightened up. “Yeah, what in the fuck was that, Parker?”

Peter looked confused, still angry as he turned towards his friend. “What the fuck were you doin’ to her, ay?” His Queens accent slipped out in his fury. 

Oh. OH. 

“Peter.” Your voice got soft. He turned back to you, looking for some kind of explanation. “We were just fucking around, Peter. You know Harley would never hurt me.” Peter was silent, his chest still moving up and down swiftly as he processed what was going on.

Oh, he had majorly fucked up and he knew it.

Harley dusted himself off, patting Peter gently on the back and whispering, “Get your head straight, man. Can’t have you trying to off me whenever I touch your girlfriend, yeah?” He walked past, flipping the both of them off as he left, most likely realizing he had no part in this conversation.

You narrowed your eyes, folding your arms across your chest. “You thought Harley was trying to choke me? The same Harley that took Morgan shopping for her pageant dress? How the fu-”

“I was jealous.” 

You were caught off guard by that. Though you were confused, you couldn’t help where your head went. “Parker, did you wanna be the one choking me?” You smirked as Peter’s ears turned pink.

He shook his head, laughing. “What the fuck–no that’s not at all what I meant.”

“Then?”

Peter shuffled a bit, before sighing in resignation. “I can’t help but feel like you’d be better off with someone like Harley. I guess that manifested into some sort of unwarranted anger towards him.”

Your shoulders drooped. “Why? Do you not think we’re good together?”

A look of pain shot across Peter’s face and he shook his head immediately, clearing the space between the two of you in a few strides and taking your face in his hands. His voice intense, daring you to deny his words, he said, “We’re so good together, Y/N... That’s what scares me.”

“How does that make any sense?” You asked, puzzled.

Peter pulled you even closer, lifting you up by your waist so that you were standing on his feet. He leaned his forehead against yours. “I’m so afraid that people–the wrong people–are going to find out just how good we are together and use it against us.” His eyes were closed and you could see that it was difficult for him to tell you this. It really was a genuine fear he had been fighting.

“I watched it happen, Y/N... With my Aunt May and my Uncle Ben. With My parents. I--I can’t erase the awful thought that it’s going to happen to us and I just--I hate that I think it, but I have this horrible feeling that you can just escape that fate if you’re not with me... Still, I’m far too lost without you to let you go.”

When Peter opened his brown eyes, you saw tears that reflected your own sorrow.

“You can’t let me go, Pete, I won’t let you.” He laughed heavily at your stubbornness, the sound throaty with his unshed tears. Your hands were wrapped around his neck, trying to pull him closer–just a little closer.

“I don’t know anybody else who can handle me, Pete, who can see me. I’d so much rather lose you by will of the universe than you willingly leaving me; as inhumane as it is to think that, I do.” You paused before saying, “I’m completely in love with you, Parker. No one else. So you’re not allowed to think like that anymore, okay?”

Peter nodded, closing the remaining distance between the two of you as his lips rolled gently over yours, tongue slipping in as you gasped.

When the two of you pulled away, you giggled. “You better go apologize to Harley.”

“Fuck, that kid is going to kill me.”

[peteywillproceed]

Kiss Me

Author’s Note: Hey guys, this is my first fanfic on here! lol I wrote this whilst I was super bored and it is 10000000000% self indulgent fluff but we’ll ignore that ;) hope you like it x

Summary: Y/n and Tom have known each other since Uni began, but knowing each other doesn’t mean they have to like one another...right?

Word Count: 2,970

“You broke his nose?” Tom whispered, pulling you into a classroom.

“He was harassing me! Speaking of which, kindly remove your arm.” You glared at the fingers wrapped around your bicep, wishing you could light them on fire.

“Y’know, you could’ve just told him to piss off.”

“And where would that have gotten me? A slap on the arse and a ‘see you later, cupcake’?"

Tom ran a hand through his hair, looking exasperated. It was your final year, and you honestly thought you were done with him after all that had happened last term. You’d made it clear enough you didn’t like him for the past four years, and if you could just get him to understand that, maybe you’d finally be able to graduate in peace.

“He’s in hospital getting stitches and his nose reset, I can’t believe you didn’t get suspended.”

You smirked, reaching for the door to make it clear you were done with the conversation. “You can’t get suspended if no one can prove it was you. It’s his word against mine.”

With a wink, you stepped out into the corridor and allowed yourself to get swept up into the crowd heading to lectures, the groan of a man defeated echoing behind you. Your history with Tom was hardly rosy; the first day you’d walked into lectures he’d kicked his feet up on the desk and asked if you were lost. You’d spent the rest of the year forcing him to dodge you when you’d promptly added phenolphthalein to his drink and given him the shits. Chemistry degrees were worth it when you knew what worked as laxatives.

But you were tired of having to constantly be on your guard, of trying to think of something sharp to say back in case he started on you in the halls. It felt like you were constantly hyper aware of where he was in class, just in case he tried to throw paper aeroplanes at you again, and even though you owed him nothing you were half hoping he’d show up one day begging for a favour just so you could turn him down. Needless to say, when his mate Harrison had started wolf whistling and making comments, you’d thrown the punch before you could think twice, half thinking it was Tom before the fist connected and the yell told you otherwise.

Suddenly, a hand waved frantically in front of your hand, wild black hair tickling your nose as you spat out the strands caught in your mouth.

“Y/n!”

“Abby!” You laughed, almost dropping your textbooks as she threw herself at you.

“What are you doing here? Aren’t you suspended?”

“No,” you laughed “the Dean let me off because there wasn’t any evidence it was me. But you’re not the first person to ask that.”

“Ooh, spill!” Abby’s eyes sparkled as she pulled you along behind her and towards the chemistry block.

“Who do you reckon?”

“Holland? Again? That kid has a problem!”

“Yeah, but there’s only three months to go. We’ll get our masters and never have to see him again,” you sighed, rubbing your shoulders as you stepped into the heat of the science block. Outside, the air was wobbling on the brink of winter, the leaves not yet sure whether to fall or turn orange, and you regretted leaving your coat in your dorm room that morning.

“Still,” Abby slid into her seat “you shouldn’t have to put up with him.”

“If you’re going to talk about me, can you do it quieter? I can’t hear Dr Bowman and some of us want to pass exams,” the familiar voice huffed behind you. You turned around, one eyebrow raised, ready to snap back, when your eyes landed on Harrison. You hadn’t realised you’d done that much damage, stunned by the plastic cast and tape holding his nose in place. It was bloodied and he had a black eye, but he smiled weakly at you, wincing before it could reach his eyes.

Tom was watching you, his jaw set as though he had something to say. But before he could open his mouth, you cut across him. “I’m sorry I hit you that hard, Harrison. I…didn’t think it was you.”

Tom’s eyebrows raised imperceptibly, and you caught the narrowing of his eyes out of the corner of your eyes. He hadn’t expected that, had he?

“S’okay,” Harrison shrugged “I deserved it.”

“Well, even so. I didn’t mean to break your nose.” Before you could turn around again, Tom reached for your shoulder and stopped you, his brown eyes wide and, for a second, you thought desperate.

“Wait, who did you think it was?”

Abby kicked your shin beneath the desk, a silent warning to be careful, but something told you this wasn’t a trap. Maybe it was the slight choke to his voice or the way his fingers barely grazed your shoulder, but you felt a tug in your chest at the thought of telling him the truth. The silence seemed to confirm it for him, and he nodded once and settled back into his seat, not looking at you again.

For a second, you felt empty, the loss of contact leaving your skin cold, and you wanted to ask him if he was okay. But then you remembered the morning’s conversation and shook yourself for even feeling sorry for him.

When the class began to start, Abby passed you a note, her familiar scribble hardly legible and you were grateful for normalcy. There was that party tonight, someone graduating early and saying goodbye, and she was wondering if you were still okay to go. With a quick grin in her direction, you opened your laptop and lost yourself in the beauty of the equations, the weird look Tom had given you fading from your mind until you’d forgotten about him entirely.

***

When you stepped into the house that night, you were instantly deafened. The wild bass throbbed under your feet and someone had switched the normal lights for deep purple mood lighting, casting all the rooms with an eerie glow. People crowded into every corner, drinks in their hands and, given it was now almost midnight, on the floor as well. You hadn’t intended to come tonight, but the whole thing with Tom this morning had made you want to escape your dorm room for a little while.

Abby had helped you wriggle into the red skirt you’d had since you were eighteen and lent you one of her silky tops that you couldn’t stop touching, and even though you’d almost frozen to death on the way here, you’d thrown on some open toed flats that wound their way up your calves.

“I’ll get us some drinks,” Abby yelled over the noise, pushing into the living room. You watched as the crowd swallowed her up, and looked around to see if you could see anyone familiar. Pete from your Tuesday morning lectures was disappearing out of the back door with a girl you’d never seen before, and Bex from your writing society was standing with two boys and a girl by the stairs, talking animatedly and twirling her hair around her finger.

With a laugh, you sidled over as the boys disappeared and grinned at her, embracing her with one hand whilst she balanced a drink in the other. “Y/n! I haven’t seen you in ages! Have you met Lucy? She’s a fresher this year.”

“Hi,” you waved, smiling at the blonde girl in front of her. You were about to ask her what course she was on, when the two boys Bex had been talking to before returned, sliding round the side of you.

“Two vodka and cokes for the ladies,” you heard Tom laugh “and who did you – oh.” He froze, cup halfway handed to Bex, surprise dancing behind his eyes. “Wouldn’t have thought this was your scene, Y/n.”

“And what would you have thought my scene was, Holland?” you replied, glancing towards the small amount of space between you both.

“You two know each other?” Bex asked as she started drinking.

“Yeah, she’s the one that did this,” Harrison laughed as he pointed to his nose.

You grinned, dragging your eyes away from Tom. “Guilty.”

Bex raised an eyebrow, a smirk appearing on her face as she glanced between you and Tom. “I meant those two.”

“Oh, um, we, um…” you started, cheeks burning as Tom slid away and brushed your back.

“Chemistry class,” he supplied for you, velvet voice filled with mocking laughter. God dammit, what the hell was wrong with you? Tom fucking Holland came with two inches of you and suddenly you couldn’t speak? You mentally kicked yourself for letting him get one up on you and relief washed over you as Abby appeared with your drink.

“You look like you need it,” she muttered, clocking Tom.

“Abby!” Bex exclaimed, swaying slightly on her feet “You’re here too!”

“Yep,” she replied, and you could hear the sarcasm that laced her tone.

“You know what we should do? Since we’re all…friends and all that,” Bex grinned “Truth or Dare!”

Even in the darkness, you could sense Tom roll his eyes. “What are we, six?”

“Well I think it’s a great idea,” you shot back, seeing the hurt form in Bex’s eyes. You tried to tell yourself it was about backing up your friend when he turned to glower at you, but you couldn’t help but feel you’d taken back your lead.

“Alright then, y/l/n, you’re on.”

Harrison whistled, clapping his hands as he pulled you all into the next room. It was much quieter in here and you waved your hand against your face as you brushed a cobweb away.

“Alright, who’s first,” he grinned, falling to the floor and spinning a bottle he’d found tucked away in a corner.

“I still think this is stupid,” Tom muttered, and you couldn’t resist shooting him a glare from where you sat. To your surprise, as he looked back at you, there wasn’t a trace of the usual arrogance you normally saw there, and instead there was something that looked like…fear?

“Alright, Abby, you’re up!” Bex announced as the bottle landed on your best friend. “Truth or Dare?”

“Truth,” Abby answered, and Bex clapped her hands.

“When was the last time you had sex?”

Abby’s eyebrows shot up, clearly not expecting her to have gone so far so quickly. But this was Bex, the girl who’d gotten drunk and done a strip dance to Let It Go – anything was possible.

“Err…last week,” Abby answered flippantly, spinning the bottle. You wondered if everyone else could tell she was lying too.

As the bottle slowed, it crawled past you and came to a stop on Tom, who had conveniently sat opposite in the centre. Your eyes flicked up and met his, seeing the confident smirk reflected in the deep brown. You drew in a deep breath and squared your shoulders, waiting for Abby to ask the question.

“Truth or Dare?”

“Truth,” he replied without missing a beat. Abby’s eyes slid round the room, not sure what to ask him, landing desperately on yours. You took a breath and met him head on, surprising yourself when the words fell out of your mouth.

“Why are you such an arsehole to me?”

He grinned as Harrison wolf whistled and yelled “she got you bro!” around the room. But you didn’t move your eyes away from Tom, the alcohol buzzing through your veins making you more confident than you usually would’ve been.

“Are you sure it’s just you I’m an arsehole to, darling?” Tom laughed, his gaze fixed on you and you squirmed beneath his stare, heat flooding. Suddenly, it felt like nobody else was in the room as the two of you stared at one another, everybody else melting away whilst you watched his lips twist into a smirk.

“Answer the question,” you mumbled as Abby nudged you, giving you a ‘what the fuck?’ glance.

“Maybe it’s just easy,” he shrugged, and the moment was broken as he turned to spin.

You held your breath, watching as the bottle span in the silence, praying it wouldn’t land on you and you wouldn’t have to answer some stupid question. But of course the universe didn’t work like that, and you felt your heart begin to race as it slowed to a stop and pointed at you. Bex laughed, swigging from her bottle as you shifted from side to side.

“You don’t even need to ask the question, Tom, there’s no way Y/n would ever choose anything other than truth.” She grinned, and you wondered if it was too late to smash the frigging bottle over her head.

“Oh really?” Tom raised an eyebrow, and it was a challenge you couldn’t ignore. Maybe it was buzz in your head, or the high of the party but something made you sit up a little straighter and look him dead in the eye.

“Actually, I choose dare.”

“Good choice,” Harrison wiggled his eyebrows “I don’t think there’s anyone more qualified to give you one.”

“Go on then Tom,” you folded your arms as you leaned closer “do your worst.”

The over confident smirk vanished from his face as you settled back in your seat feeling triumphant. He chewed on his cheek as concentrated on you, his eyes narrowed and you were starting to feel a little unnerved by the staring. Just as you were about to call him out on it, his face cracked into a shit eating grin and his eyes flared dangerously.

“Kiss me.”

“What?” At first you thought you'd simply misheard him, but as he said it again you realised you’d heard him perfectly fine.

“You asked me to do my worst, and my worst is asking you to kiss me.”

You balled your hands into fists, trying to suppress the anger that coursed through you. The boy that had taken the piss out of you all year, tormented you, picked fights every chance he got had just asked you to kiss him and you had to wonder where he got the audacity. White hot rage flared in your veins but you forced yourself to think clearly, knowing that if you slapped him and then left you’d have lost your lead.

So instead, you cocked you head to one side and winked as you got to your feet, enjoying the way his eyes widened in surprised as you crossed the room and sat in his lap. Maybe the best revenge was to just piss him off.

“Like this?” you asked innocently, slowly lowering your lips until they hovered just above his own.

You felt the heat from his breath against your skin as silence swallowed the room, everyone clearly surprised at what you had done. All at once, you pushed your reservations aside and crashed your lips against his, not expecting it to last more than half a second until his hands slid into your hair.

You could barely think as waves of shock and desire coursed through you, taking you completely by surprise as he traced a finger down the hollow of your spine. You shuddered beneath his fingertips, biting down lightly on his lip, moving your mouth to match the rhythm as fireworks exploded behind your closed eyes. It felt like a thousand fires had erupted across your skin as his hands moved across your bare arms, and you were breathless by the time he pulled away and rested his forehead against yours.

“What was that?” you whispered breathlessly, glancing over your shoulder suddenly acutely aware that there should have been four pairs of eyes on you. But as you turned to look, Harrison was ushering everyone out of the room and you barely noticed as he sent a wink in Tom’s direction.

“You tell me, darling,” he replied, his fingers cupping your chin to turn you to face him “what do you want it to be?”

“I don’t know,” you breathed, feeling your heart still slamming against your chest.

“I do,” Tom sighed, entwining your fingers in his. “I know I’ve been an arsehole to you, and I hate myself for it. But ever since I met you you’ve been the one person who didn’t fall at my feet or let me say whatever I wanted. And at first, that drove me insane, but now…”

“Now you’re in love with me, and you didn’t know how to tell me,” you cut him off, whispering quietly into the darkness. All you could see was the shining light of Tom’s eyes staring back at you, shock filling them.

“How did you-?”

“I’ve seen enough romance films, Tom,” you laughed “and I know enough about myself to know that hating you wasn’t something I was ever capable of.”

“So you feel the same?”

A long silence stretched between the two of you as you placed your lips back on his and kissed him gently, a different kind of sweetness filling you up. At last, you pulled back and nodded, not wanting to say the words in case they sounded cheesy, but Tom didn’t seem to care, pulling you back into him like he was on fire and you were the only water around for miles.

As he intertwined his hand with yours and ran another through your hair, you felt whole, like a little part of you had been missing and you’d finally found it in the last place you’d thought to look. And as he kissed you deeper, whispering sweet nothings in your ear, you felt like you were floating, held in the sky by nothing more than your heart beat and the strength of Tom’s lips on yours.

Maybe breaking Harrison's nose wasn't the worst thing you'd ever done after all...

[panicatthehottopical]

Just Tell My Crush I Like Him

Summary:

This was it. This was the day Virgil was gonna confess...except he couldn’t. He promised the he’d confess today but he just didn’t feel comfortable so, he did the next best thing.

OR

Virgil rants with his crushes about his other crushes and none of them know he likes more than one of them

Pairing: LAMP

Warnings: Self deprication and a slightly sexual joke

Tags: Pining, fluff, angst, and a touch of chaos?

Chapter 1

If there was one thing Virgil could do, it was talk about his crushes for hours upon hours. During different days, Virgil would spend one on one time with different sides: On draining days- he'd recuperate in Logan's room, on emotional days-he'd bake with Patton, and on inspired days- he'd participate in a craft with Roman. At least, that'd how it started. A few days a month, he'd somehow end up with the other three, typically under those circumstances. Logan would invite him to spend time in his room as the other read. They would interact a bit here and there, sometimes sharing whatever they were looking at and debating the subject. Mostly though, days in Logan's room were just a relaxed way to spend time with each other. If Virgil was ever significantly distressed, Patton would ask Virgil to bake with him. Virgil accepted as the change of scenery and activity helped the anxious side calm down. In some cases, the baking even made him excited. After a particularly wonderful day, Virgil asked Patton if he'd like to bake. Now, he was definitely a tad bit nervous, but he knew it would make the other's day. Patton was certainly surprised but visibly excited. After that, baking became their thing: no longer as just a way to recover, but as a way to just spend time together. Virgil's first encounter spending one on one time with Roman was a bit different. Unlike the others who wanted to spend time with Virgil in those instances, Roman needed a helping hand and the others were preoccupied with one of Thomas's dilemmas. Roman didn't mind having Virgil be the one to help however, he was a bit weary due to never interacting with Virgil separate from the group. Their interaction was uncomfortable for a few minutes before they started playfully bickering as Roman led him into Imagination. Virgil leant Roman a second pair of eyes (not literally, Remus) as he observed the prince's painting. He had spent days slaving away on it and every second paid off thanks to the look on the shorter side's face. He-was-spellbound. The painting depicted a mixture of things the sides enjoyed but surprisingly the differences in interests complimented each other beautifully in the swirl of colors. Once Virgil was finally able to tear his eyes away, he complimented the prince and for the first time in his life, had no pointers to give. Roman didn't even try to contain his joy at the response. And yet even after receiving no helpful advice, Roman asked him for his opinion again, on another project. At some point Roman began helping Virgil with his drawing techniques while Virgil helped Roman with specifically dark or disney themed projects. Virgil helped when Roman created another castle in Imagination, only this time it had elements from every single Disney movie in existence: Pete's Dragon, Treasure Planet, you name it! (And let's just say Virgil made sure to leave a few extra surprises for Roman in that castle of his.)

Despite his effort to remain distanced from the others, Virgil found himself looking forward to every moment he spent with them. Light hearted conversations and banter with the others began to give way to something Virgil was extremely unfamiliar with. Conversations began going deeper and deeper and deeper still and this stirred something in Virgil that he didn't know he had the capacity for, love. Learning the though processes and dreams of the others along with their unfiltered care for him lead Virgil to fall deeply for them. The more time he spent with them, the more time he wanted to spend with them. Family meals and movie nights became more lively as they all became closer and he wouldn't trade that for any-well, maybe...no. He wouldn't trade that for anything. As they revealed personal things about themselves, Virgil began to as well. He was admittedly slower to open up but all three of them were patient, nonetheless.

Unfortunately, his feelings couldn't stay hidden. After a nice debate in the starry room followed by scrolling through tumblr and reading respectively, the silent agreement to avoid that territory was breached.

"May I inquire something?"

Virgil raised an eyebrow, "Shoot."

"I have nothing to 'shoot' at you, and even if I did, I doubt I would be inclined to do so."

"It's means ask away, buddy."

Logan loosened his tie seeming almost nervous as he spoke, "Do you possess romantic feelings for anyone?"

Virgil's body went ridged. Did he know? Virgil stuffed his phone into his pocket and kept his hands there as well. As much as he'd rather escape into the world of tumblr, if he held his phone any longer Logan might have noticed how much his hands had begun to shake from nervousness. Virgil tried to force his shoulders to relax as he shifted into a more comfortable position,

"What brought this on?"

Okay, that was good. Figure out how much he knows or thinks he knows and figure out a way to counter, just like any other debate.

"I've noticed an increase in the length of time you spend around Patton, along with more of a variety of expressions than you had previously shown when exposed to him, and an increase in the length and frequency of your time spent 'spacing out' or as Patton would say, during your 'daydreams.'

Virgil opened his mouth only to close it again, he had no idea how to respond to being caught but boy was Logan attractive when he did that. Shaking his head and snapping out of it, Virgil simply nodded. Logan gave him a small timid smile as he asked if the emo would like any advice, if he needed it, because despite not experiencing a relationship himself, Logan did have some helpful information about them in his pretty little head. "I'd uh I'd like that, thanks Lo," Virgil gave a two finger salute before slipping out of the room. It was a little earlier than he'd normally leave but not so early that he'd seem upset. This was a relatively rare occurrence, as he would spend every moment with Logan that he could, but what the heck it was a pretty weird day already and Virgil had a few things he needed to wrap his head around.

“And then he just winked at me! Completely unaware of how adorable what he just did was! I swear that one is gonna be the death of me!” The logical side chuckled at this, Virgil had previously explained the phrase and it was certainly entertaining to see it in use.

“And did you feel his hair? Softest thing in the world I’m telling you. I just wanna hug him and never let go.”

“He is quite endearing.” A content sigh escaped the shorter one’s lips, “You can say that again.”

The next to find out was Roman. The prince gently rested his sword on his shoulder as the walked, similarly to how a guard would in old movies. The atmosphere was intoxicating from exotic plants to mystical beasts, this part of Imagination was not to be missed. They walked along the stone path as the Prince strayed from their previous subject, “He’s just soooooooooo annoying.”

Virgil gave him a look, “Who?”

“Logan. It’s just.he. He just. He’ll correct some of my ideas which can be helpful but is sometimes just hurtful but then there are these other times,” he trailed off for a moment as a dreamy look crossed his features, “and he’ll give me this smile.”

“So you’re upset he smiles at you?” Virgil didn’t know whether to be exasperated or amused. “No well uhm yes? It’s just so annoying. Have you seen the way he flips his hair out of his face after working out?” Roman turned to look beside him, only to find that Virgil had stopped walking a few feet back.

“Wait I’m not the only one?” Virgil took a quick few steps and stood facing Roman.

“The only one what?” Virgil was too wrapped up in the fact that he wasn’t alone in this that he didn’t hesitate to answer.

“Not the only one that finds that extremely attractive.”

“Wait, you too? Yes he’s so freaking hot! And he, somehow doesn’t even know it.” Roman’s arms were thrown around in all directions as they fanboyed over the freaking hot guy who had no idea when he was being awfully distracting. They stopped by a creak along the path and Roman kneeled down to drink some. Virgil leant against a tree as he waited for his companion. Roman coughed for a minute or two before breathing steadily once more.

“You alright?”

“Yeah, choked on the water. Nothing shall ever defeat this prince! Nothing can choke me no manticore or spider people, I shan’t lose to this liquid again!” He claimed.

“You’d let Logan choke you,” Virgil smirked. Roman sputtered in response before increasing his speed as he stepped back onto the stone path, so that Virgil couldn’t see his blushing face. He muttered an embarrassed, “You’re not wrong” before attempting to distract the other. Virgil found his response surprisingly adorable as he sped up and fell into step beside him. He wasn’t gonna let Princey live this down but he’d let it go for now.

And lastly, Patton found out during one of their baking sessions. Patton had just finished washing the dough off his hands as they waited for the cookies to bake when he asked the question “Have you ever fallen for someone before?” Virgil was incredibly nervous at the question but quickly decided he do what he tried to do when Logan asked. He just has find out how much Patton knows and deny it. “Why? What’s up?” Patton sighed at the non answer, “It’s just, I have so many feelings. You know, I’m Thomas’s feelings, so does that mean that nobody else can have crushes?” Patton tried to dry of his sweaty hands on his apron, but it was no use. “I don’t think that’s the case. You know we can all feel other emotions so why would feeling-feelings be any different?”

“I have no way to be sure. There are so many things we still don’t understand about ourselves and other sides. I could spend my entire time pining and never know whether or not there’s even a possibility of having a shot.” Patton looked so lost that Virgil let his guard down just a tad, “At the very least at least two of us, other than you, have those kinds of feelings.” Patton’s eyes lit up, “Wait really?” At Virgil’s nod Patton started hopping up and down in excitement. After the initial excitement wore off Patton looked a bit perplexed, “How do you know? That the other person has feelings, I mean.”

“Well, we’ve talked about feelings like that before.” “Is it okay for me to ask who the other guy with feelings is?” Virgil thought for a moment, “I don’t think he’d mind me saying, he’s literally the side that covers romantic stuff.”

Patton practically squealed, “Roman!”

“Yep,” Virgil said popping the ‘p’

“I bet he’d be super romantic. Probably do all of those grand romantic gestures.”

Virgil would have laughed if Patton hadn’t looked so invested, “Yeah that’s actually like half of what he talks about.”

“I wish someone would do that for me.” Virgil frowned at Patton’s disappointment, “I’m willing to bet a limb that someone will.” Patton gave a small genuine smile, at that.

“So how about you?”

“Hm?”

“Would you like to be swept off of your feet?” “Depends on the person and how they do it. As long as they didn’t pressure me into anything or make me feel extremely uncomfortable, I wouldn’t mind it.”

“Wait, really? I thought you’d be against that kind of thing.”

“Nah, I mean I’m not dying for it to happen but I think it’s really sweet. Shows how much they care, ya know?” Patton smiled and ruffled Virgil’s hair, “Yeah, I think so.” The timer went off and Patton hopped over to the oven, earning a smile from V. Something was tossed onto Patton’s chest as he struggled to catch it, “Forgetting something?” Patton stared at Virgil with a puzzled expression before both of them said, “Mittens,” at the same time. The little guy had a habit of forgetting the oven mitts and burning his hands, while baking. Patton put them on his hands before pulling out the hot tray of goey cookies and breathing in the smell. The scent was a mixture of butter, flour, sugar, and chocolate, it was his favorite smell. Patton’s blissful expression caused Virgil to melt a little bit inside. They snacked on a few cookies and put the rest in a bowl, for later. The question from earlier got him thinking, “Hey, Pat?” “Yeah, kiddo?” “If you could date any of the sides who would you pick?” Patton looked away, a little embarrassed, “I’d probably pick Roman.”

“Okay yeah, I can see that.” “What about you?” Virgil had already kinda told the other two about two of his crushes so maybe it would be nice to have someone to talk about his last crush with? Well, he was about to find out. “I guess, Roman.” Patton was caught a little off guard but started gushing over how sweet Roman was and how he subtlety made sure all of the others were taken care of, in a way that differed from the others. Logan made sure they were physically taken care of, Virgil made sure they were safe, Patton made sure they were taken care of-emotionally, and Roman was extremely protective of them but tried to cover it up. They all had their ways of looking out for each other, one they all had in common was ranting. Whenever a side was stressed or confused or really happy, the sides would rant to each other and the receiving side, no matter who it was, always listened and helped where they could. Patton and Virgil had a new topic to talk about. Whenever Roman made something for Pat or did something out of the ordinary when with Virgil, they would meet up and talk about how incredibly sweet, dumb, and just overall ridiculous he was.

As amazing as this was, this was bad. This was so so bad! Virgil knew that Patton had feelings for Roman and Roman had feelings for Logan but he didn’t know if Logan liked anyone. It felt wrong hiding what he knew from his friends, especially since he hadn’t told them everything right off the bat. But, there was no way he could tell them that he liked all of them. He knew for a fact that they cared about him a great deal but that it was platonic, I mean he knew their crushes so how could they like him.

After a couple months of all of this, Logan forced him into a position he would rather not be in. Logan had informed him that while it was beneficial to confide in him with his feelings, it would leave him feeling unhappy if he did nothing about it. Something about it not being fair to let Virgil hurt and continue pining when he was certain Patton returned his feelings. What Logan didn’t know is that Patton liked Roman! Nonetheless, Logan had stated that either Virgil told Patton or he would. Virgil had till the end of the week to make a decision. And here’s the thing, he couldn’t ask for advice because Roman would think that he liked Logan and not Patton and would probably try to fix things but end up making them worse. He could tell Patton that Logan had said the same thing that he had actually said to him but change the fact that he would tell Roman instead of Patton but then Patton might try to confront Logan, in a kind manner which would just result in Logan telling him anyway. It was a lose lose situation so, he did the next best thing.

During a break between the movies of a nice movie night Virgil did the only thing he could think of. Moving the popcorn off of his lap and getting off of the couch, he double checked to make sure everyone that needed to be there was in the room. It wouldn’t be very smart to say something while Patton was grabbing drinks or Roman was in the middle of a song. Virgil stood up quickly glancing at all of them before staring at the floor, “Tell my crush I like him,” the second the words escaped his mouth, Virgil bolted out of the room. Even if the others hadn’t been stunned by the fact that he was telling them to tell his crush that he liked them, they still wouldn’t have been able to stop him from leaving. Logan was the first to break the silence by clearing his throat.

Chapter 3 is up on Ao3 :D

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25576879/chapters/62070481

[siremasterlawrence]

Spider-Man: Circle Of The Indoctrination

Part 1

Peter Parker is on assignment with his sworn enemy Flash Thompson.

Flash does the usual manly bravado bullshit to get attention.

Flash punches him lightly in the face egging Pete on.

“Flash of all the most ostentatious places.” Pete says.

“No place for a cult huh Pete?” Flash sneaks in.

Part 2

They dash across the back of the front line to the back door.

Shoveling down to the edge of the staircase they run up.

Reaching to the top of the staircase Peter is in soy mode.

Flash jets off on his own without Peter even knowing.

It is slow acknowledgement of how much he respects him.

Part 3

Peter is suddenly thrown off guard with the sound of chants.

The changing grows larger by the minute an he thrown off.

Flexing his fingers Peter aims his spider web at the door.

He unhinges it racing at unknown speeds to get the steel veranda.

“What on earth?” Peter quietly wonders out loud.

Part 4

In silence he smacks his head in disappoint at Flash Thompson.

He was caught being taken into custody by the group.

Peter hides in the shadow changing out of his civilian clothes in to his costume.

“Time for Spider-Man.” Peter confidently state to himself.

Peter swings out to the main island formation in the building.

Part 5

On his way Peter gets hit hard by enormous size rock.

The rock sends him flying in to the wall so hard he goes flat.

“Sorry Spider-Man, but you have to go.” A strange voice says.

The voice is powerfully boastful cracking his mind.

Peter backflips to the ground eyes going in and out of a purple haze.

Part 6

“Spider-Man you shall be indoctrinated.” I say to him.

I take his shoulder under my arms wrapping it tight.

I stare in his eyes gaging his attention leaning to kiss him.

“Peter Parker no longer exist.” I instruct him to surrender.

“Spider-Man shall always obey me.” I ceil my control over him.

The end.

Captain America: Private Eye Games.

Part 1

Steve Roger’s Aka Captain America receives a message.

His watch blazed with golden hue spinning round a round again.

The text message pops up warning the kid Peter Parker is missing.

“Tony.” Steve remarks on his way out of the shower.

“Tony Stark what an asshole.” Steve states heading out.

Part 2

Steve Roger’s leaps off the remote on to the moving city streets.

Steve goes running down the middle of the street.

Downward he taps a button on his watch the street opens.

He runs under the city street closing over us both.

I sneak behind him taking in his ever move that is made.

Part 3

I match up to him step by step chasing after him.

Once he reaches our hide out I slide down a lever.

My back presses on the cave wall as it spins letting me escape.

The wall stops with me on the other end of it leaving Steve to them.

Steve is about to see how corrupted his little pal Peter is.

Part 4

“Missed me Captain America?” Peter calls out to him.

Steve is shock stepping back to his own level of dismay.

A rally army gang appears from the lifted walls liberated.

They lower their weapons to attack him knees angled.

Their bodies thrusted upwards then descend on to him.

Part 5

“Peter what the fuck?” Steve questions him.

“Language Captain.” Peter taunts Steve again

He looks down defeat shaking his head at the nerve of they kid.

Steve sighs throwing his shield at Peter cutting his feet off.

Peter is hit on his legs leaping off lands on the ground.

Part 6

Peter punches him through the wall causing him to last back.

Captain America throws his shield letting it ricochet.

Peter dodges his shield jumping from wall to wall.

The shield crashes in to Peter sending him father down the track.

Evil Peter Parker backflips out trapping him in a web.

The end.

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‘Five years ago, we lost. All of us. We lost friends, we lost family, we lost a part of ourselves. Today, we have a chance to take it all back. You know your teams. You know your missions. Get the stones, get them back. One round trip each. No mistakes. No do-overs. Most of us are going somewhere we know. That doesn’t mean we should know what to expect. Be careful. Look out for each other. This is the fight of our lives. And we’re gonna win. Whatever it takes. Good luck.’

They were back, her eyes searching theirs as she held the time stone in her hand, smiling at the team, as Clint dropped to his knees, anguish distinguishable on her features.

“Clint, where’s Nat?” Bruce asked as everyone watched him, her eyes deciphering his body language and noticing a missing presence beside him.

Putting the pieces together, tears pricked at her eyes, a sob falling from her lips. Everyone slowly put it together, Natasha was gone. Clint explained how the retrieval of the soul stone worked, as they all stepped outside, mourning the loss of a fallen friend. That’s when everyone decided that Natasha would want them to keep going, to bring everyone back and change their destiny. To rewrite everything Thanos had wiped.

Bruce took the plunge, grabbing the new Infinity Gauntlet made from Tony’s tech and snapping his fingers, bringing everyone back. That’s where everything went wrong. Thanos from the past had made his way to the future, destroying the compound.

She had been crushed by debris from the impact, being liberated by Thor, as she stood alongside Tony, Thor and Steve. That’s when the fight began, as every punch, kick, surge of energy was thrown at Thanos, yet it was always deflected. So when Steve called Thor’s hammer to his arms, she knew there was a possibility they could win.

She had been with Steve in Wakanda when everyone had disappeared, including her husband Bucky. When she heard Sam’s voice through her comms as she laid on the dirty ground, she felt hope and disbelief. Portal after portal began opening, as heroes and warriors piled out, all standing tall and ready to fight. Bucky walked through, as she ran to him, tears falling from her eyes. His arms wrapped around her, as she sobbed into his shoulder.

His fingers carded through her hair, as she looked up and pressed her lips against his. Finally.

“Y/n!” she parted, looking behind her as she spotted him, her brother, her younger sibling. Peter.

“Pete!” she ran, colliding with him as they hugged. “Oh, thank God.”

“You’re grown up.” he teased, smile on his face. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.”

By then, everyone was ready, as they took their positions, Steve giving the green light and it began. Everyone charged at Thanos and his army, weapons being fired, blasters activated, objects were flying and charging at the aliens. Everyone headed towards the first alien that charged at them, Peter swinging through the air as Bucky started shooting, the gun he had with him Wakanda in his hands, and Y/n’s suit materialized over her body, obliterating her enemies as she headed in Tony’s direction. Peter was there, as she kept the enemies from interrupting their reunion, shooting and kicking them away. Two came at her from opposite ends, as they pulled at her armor, before she crossed her arms and pushed against them, a blast wave sending them away.

She watched as Clint handed the gauntlet off to T’Challa, who was then caught between him and one of the weird aliens. Peter ran, swinging himself into the air before catching the gauntlet in a web, his arms coming around it to press against his body as he landed, looking up. She could hear him, as he was near her.

“Activate Instant Kill!” He said, the eyes of his suit shrinking and turning red, as the legs from his armor appeared, kicking and stabbing off the aliens coming at him to take the gauntlet.

She joined her brother, blasting aliens away from both of them as the fight continued on. It soon became too much, as Y/n launched Peter into the air, who was caught by Pepper, handing him off to Valkyrie as she soared through the sky. Thanos was quick to catch on to what they were trying to do, as he oredered his army to activate all the weapons. Soon, blasts were being shot directly at everyone, killing and harming both heroes as well as his own army. A blast was shot directly in front of her, as she was thrown against a rock, her armor shielding the impact but not preventing bruises from flowering.

Peter was thrown from the sky, as he cowered on the floor, gauntlet underneath his body, fear coursing through him. His only thought in that moment was keeping the gauntlet safe, as he closed his eyes, waiting for the moment the blasts would stop.

Then it did. The weapons were somehow being directed at the sky, as everyone watched curiously.

“What the hell is this?” Sam asked, flying towards Cap, while watching the ship.

“Friday, what are they firing at?” Tony asked, as everyone received the same answer: Something just entered the upper atmosphere!

No one knew what it was, until they saw the light. It tore through Thanos’ ship, destroying its weapons and plunging it into the ocean. She lit up the sky, determination spread across her features as the team smiled at their hero.

“Danvers, we need an assist here.” Steve informed her as she nodded, before landing right in front of Peter, who was still clutching the gauntlet.

“Hi, I’m - uh - Peter Parker.”

Y/n laughed at her brother’s manners, even in a time of crisis. Carol smiled at him, noticing his brave demeanor towards being willing to help in such a dangerous situation.

“Hey Peter Parker. Got something for me?”

He stood, gauntlet being held against his hip as he groaned, blood spilling from his nose and a large gash visible in an open slit in his suit. “I don’t know how you’re gonna get through all that.” Peter motioned towards the alien crowd walking towards the team, as she smiled, taking the gauntlet from him.

“Don’t worry, little brother. She’s got help.” Y/n said, patting him on the back as the rest of the female heroes joined her with Carol, all adjusting their weapons, while walking towards the army.

It was an all women battle in that moment, none of them caring wether or not they knew each other. All they could agree on in that moment was that they needed to get the stones back, one way or another.

Carol flew straight through the army, as Thanos headed for her. Pepper, Y/n, Shuri, Wanda and Gamora quickly stood their ground, before firing a blast straight at Thanos, one more powerful combined, as he was thrown off his feet. Yet, it didn’t stop him, as he threw his spear at the van, their only way to take the stones back to the past, hitting the target and destroying the time machine. Everyone was thrown back at the impact, as Y/n didn’t waste any time, quicky running at Thanos, who was heading for the gauntlet. She kicked and blasted him, as he pushed her away, trying once more to grab it. Steve and Thor teamed up, before getting thrown back once more.

Thanos managed to slip on the gauntlet, groaning at the power it held. Carol flew over, using her powers to throw Thanos off his rhythm. Her strength overpowered his, as he reached for the power stone, grabbing it in his hand. Carol’s eyes widened, as he punched her with the force of the stone, throwing her away from him and into a pile of rubble.

Y/n watched, noticing Tony’s gaze on Doctor Strange, who only held up one finger to him. It wasn’t meant for her, but she knew what it meant. She wouldn’t let Tony take the fall for this, so she did the only thing she could think of. She lunged at Thanos, taking him off guard as she wrapped her hands around the gauntlet. Knowing she wouldn’t be able to rip it off his hands, she managed to pry her way around the front, where the stones were. Thanos smirked, as he pushed her away and she fell, away from him.

But she had completed her mission.

Strange watched her, guilt and grief stricken across his face as she saw the glow in her hands, yet stayed quiet.

“I am inevitable.” Thanos said, bringing his gauntlet-clad hand up as he snapped, yet nothing happened. Confusion was written across his features as he watched his hand, turning and noticing the stones gone. He turned, looking at Y/n who was kneeling, the stones gravitating towards her knuckles as they snapped into place.

She groaned, throwing her head back at the sheer power of the stones together. Smirking at Thanos, he knew he had lost, and she had won. Yet, she knew what would happen.

“You thought wrong, ugly ass bitch.” she said, as Thanos looked on, anger coursing through him.

“Stupid mortal. You’re willing to die from the power of the stones to save people who shouldn’t be saved?”

Her head tilted, as she looked at him. “I am. Because they’re my family. And I will do anything to protect them.” she paused, smirking, “We’re the Avengers, bitch.”

And with that, she snapped her fingers.

Thanos’ army began to disappear, all of them fading away, dust drifting off with the wind. Everyone looked on, putting their weapons down and watching the aliens disintegrate with their leader, who knew this was the end. This is what it had come to.

He should’ve known not to mess with her family.

The blow from the stones caused her severe pain, as she stumbled back, leaning against rubble. Her arm was numb, sizzling from the power of the stones. She tried to breathe, as it came out sporadically and with lots of pain. Her head turned, eyes watching everyone as there were no more aliens aroudn them. She did it. She saved them.

Footsteps were heard coming closer to her as someone dropped to their knees before her. She turned slightly, the pain in her neck causing her discomfort as she locked eye contact with her husband.

“Bucky.” she breathed out, smiling at him as he placed a hand on her cheek.

“Darling.” he breathed, a tear falling from his eyes. She reached up with her good arm, wiping the tear from his cheek away, as she slightly shook her head. “Always saving the day.”

“I had to, Buck. It was the only way.” she whispered, as another body landed behind Bucky.

“Y/n?” her brother called out, as he dropped to his knees next to Bucky. “Y/n? We won. We did it, we did it, Y/n.” He couldn’t stop, as she smiled at him, reaching her hand out to hold his. “Y/n? You did it, bunny. You did it.”

“Yeah, Pete, we did.” she slightly groaned, as Bucky shifted her body to the left, ridding the pressure away from her scorched side. “Buck,” he looked at her, “Take care of Pete for me, will you?”

He nodded, frowning and choking away a sob. “I will, darling.” he paused, smiling and leaning in to kiss her forehead.

“You can rest now, bunny.” Peter said, tears freefalling from his eyes as her head lightly tilted, before her breathing stopped.

Everything seemed to go in slow motion. The team neared her, the fallen hero, as Bucky and Peter sobbed into each other’s shoulders, gripping Y/n’s lifeless body.

“F-friday?” Tony called out, shakily.

“She’s gone, sir.”

Those words rung through everyone’s comms. They dreaded this, dreaded the day something like this would happen.

That’s the kind of hero Y/n was. She was willing to do anything needed to help those who needed her the most. Always putting her family before her, being on the frontline of every battle and willing to risk a limb for others.

Clint dropped to his knee, head lowered as he silently cried.

Carol turned back to see Clint, before she looked at the hero and dropped too.

Wanda followed, Steve next as well as Rhodney, Sam, T’Challa, Shuri, Okoye, Pepper, Quill, Scott, Nebula, Valkyrie, Thor. All the heroes, and warriors, kneeled for their friend.

Tony was the last to kneel, as Gamora disappeared from sight, not wanting everyone to see her and not wanting to create an emotional connection with everyone else.

Bucky traced her wedding ring, still on her finger as he gripped Peter’s body, who was now leaning on him.

Till death do us part. That was the vow he made to her, one he will keep till the end of time. No matter what.

A Week Later

They gathered at Tony’s cabin, all dressed in black. Tony riffled through Y/n’s boxes. She had been staying with him after the ordeal during the fight in Wakanda, taking care of Morgan and helping Tony around. As he packed up her things, he found an old projector, something he had given her a couple years ago. For important memories, he told her. Placing it on the table, he turned it on, as a projection of Y/n suddenly appeared, very much alive and well.

Is this on? the projection asked as Tony’s laugher was heard in the background.

Is the blue light on? he asked as she nodded. Then it’s on, dumbass.

Shut the fuck up, Tony. she mumbled, laughing as Tony waved at the projection.

I’m heading out. See ya! she waved at him as he disappeared before she sat down in front of the projector.

So, um, gosh I don’t know where to start. Um, well, to whoever is watching this, do me a favor and get the entire team for me. They’ll want to hear this.

Tony paused the recording, as he yelled at everyone to head inside. They did as they were told, as he moved the projection to the living room, pushing the coffee table away and making room for everyone to take a seat. Bucky’s breath hitched at the sight of his wife, and Peter choked a sob.

They stayed quiet as Tony resumed the recording.

So, you’re probably all wondering, why did Y/n choose to make a recording? Why is she wasting Tony’s precious tech creating a video diary? I’ll tell you why. she paused, looking down at her fingers and fidgeting. Tony and I cracked time travel yesterday and I think something is going to happen. Now, let me explain because I know you’re all thinking, you’re crazy Y/n! I have a feeling that this could go south.

I mean, we’re fighting against a big purple alien, who’s been coming after us since the fight in New York. We’re going up against someone who has an army, who is more powerful than the team combined, and someone who’s defeated us already.

I’m hoping none of us are gone. I’m hoping we’re all in tip top shape by the time we blast the purple alien back to space. But if that doesn’t happen, if there’s some untimely death, I want you all to know that we’re going to be okay.

It’s stupid, I know. I’ve always had an inkling in knowing when there’s going to be death nearby, and let me tell you something, it’s buzzing. It’s stronger, and I don’t think it’s a mistake.

Everyone knows that happy endings don’t always work out how we want them to. But I’m hoping this time it does. I’m hoping if you play this back, or even find it, it’s in celebration. I’m hoping we restore everything, that we get our families back, that we somehow restore some type of balance into the universe again, if there ever was such a thing.

Everyone in the room was crying, no dry eyes as they watched their beloved friend smile and dream about the future.

If it’s restored, I thought I’d do a little video. Just in case something happens, in the case of an untimely death on my part. Tony doesn’t know I’m doing this, hell, no one knows. But I have to. it’s for the best. Part of the journey is the end.

But here’s my point. You’ll all be okay. I promise. I’ve left a couple things in a storage unit that Thor has access to, don’t ask why he knows. I hope it helps, somehow, to keep you all moving. I’m only asking one thing: don’t separate. Don’t do what you did in Germany. Stick together, for me.

Take care of Morgan, please. Tell her stories about our crazy adventures after Sokovia, how we went and served breakfast clad in our suits to homeless families. Tell her how we surprised Peter during lunch that one time and managed to convince the principal to let everyone out four hours early. Tell her when we stole the quinjet so Bucky and I could have some alone time and visit London, where he proposed. Talk to her about the good things and the bad things. She might not understand everything, but that’s okay. At least she’ll know her crazy aunt was a badass.

Y/n quickly turned to the left in the recording, as she stopped talking and frowned. Everyone watched her, before hearing small footsteps in the background, as she broke out into a grin. Leaping from the corner of the table, she spread her arms out, as Morgan jumped onto her. Y/n wrapped an arm under her, keeping her against her hip as Morgan waved at the recording.

Say hi Morgan!

Hi! she cheered, as she giggled, before looking at Y/n.

I love you three thousand, Aunt Y/n.

Y/n gasped eyes wide before looking at the camera with a smirk. Hear that Tony? She loves me three thousand. She returned back to her original posture, gripping Morgan against her body. This mission we’re pulling off is dangerous. But it’s gotta be done. Please, be safe. Be safe after everything. Everyone will be fragile and the earth will be in peril. But stay together. That’s all I ask.

She paused, smiling at Morgan before looking back at the camera. I love you all three thousand.

The recording ended, as tears streamed down cheeks. Bucky and Peter held each other as Morgan cuddled closer to Pepper and Tony. It hurt, watching this before their eyes, a week after their friend passed.

Bucky grabbed the bracelet which contained Y/n’s suit, as he placed it on a little raft of roses in his hands. Everyone stood, now heading outside and following Bucky and Peter. They headed to the edge of the pier, as Bucky and Peter knelt, placing the raft of roses on the water and letting it drift off. They held each other, as the rest of the team watched on, guilt stricken across their faces, heads bowed.

Tony turned behind him, seeing a familiar face standing in the back.

He excused himself, walking towards the person, who looked up when they heard his footsteps.

“Kid?” he asked, as Harley frowned.

“Hey Tony.” he sighed, wrapping his arms around him in a hug before letting go, his arms feeling heavy. “So, she’s gone?”

Tony nodded, knowing that Harley had known Y/n longer than he did. “Come here, I have someone I want you to meet.” he brought Harley over to Bucky and Peter, who watched and scanned the unknown person walking with Tony. “Bucky, Peter, this is Harley.”

“Harley Kenner?” Peter asked as Harley recognized his best friend.

“Parker?” he nodded, as they embraced.

“Bucky Barnes,” he introduced himself, as Harley shook his hand. “Who are you?”

“He’s our childhood best friend. Y/n helped him build his first potato gun when he was just eight years old.” Peter explained, as Harley frowned.

“And you?” he asked as Tony stepped in.

“Husband.”

“I’m so sorry.” Harley apologized.

Everyone had already retreated inside, leaving them to talk and decompress from the memorial. The flowers had drifted away, taking the bracelet with them as well as a piece of everyone’s heart.

It didn’t get any easier after that. Steve had gone back in time to return the stones, yet didn’t return to the present. He stayed, finding a little joy in the past as he went back to where they were, in the future, as his older self. There, he handed off the shield to Sam, who would now hold the mantle as Captain America.

Bucky and Peter moved into a shared home in Queens, where Peter returned to his education, something he knew Y/n would have wanted. Bucky protected over the home, as he indulged in some missions with the team and Peter, still containing some order in the world.

That’s when it happened.

The team had been called to a mission in London, where a villain wearing the Red Skull’s appearance had began to wreak havoc on the streets.

When they arrived, they found the villain fighting someone, a purple haze hitting Red Skull as the impact threw him back. He fell, as the Avengers headed to where the haze had appeared. Friday began to scan the surroundings, a heat signal getting up from a kneeling position on the street.

The dust cleared and they watched the person turn, gasps slipping from everyone’s lips. They analyzed the person before them, clad in a black suit, a powerful haze surrounding them. The person made eye contact with everyone, as they turned completely, confirming everyone’s suspicions, yet raising lots of questions.

“Y/n?”

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Disappear | Epilogue

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Warnings: FLUFF GALORE, cussing

Word Count: 1,941

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A/N: HERE IT IS, FINALLY!!! Thank you to everyone who has encouraged me through this series. Although I don’t feel that it is my strongest work, you guys have shown so much love for it, and it makes me so happy. Now that it is over, I will be wiring a Peter x Villain!reader series. There is a link in my bio if you would like to add yourself to that tag list, or any other tag list!! I just wanted to thank y’all for reading :) (also I just had to add a gif of lil happy Peter)

“Goddamnit, Parker,” y/n chuckled as she was thrown to the mat. Since she had started training with Peter, she was only able to take him down once, but she had later found out that he had let her win, which just made her want to take him down more. 

“You good?” Peter asked, failing to hide his smug smile from her.

“Again,” she demanded, jumping back up to her feet. 

“You might not be able to beat me, but your stamina deserves an A+.”

She didn’t so much as crack a smile as he took his place across from her. Her next moves were planned out strategically. With a few blows to his chest, and one sweep of her legs, y/n had Peter pinned down to the ground. It may have just been because she had worn him out, but that didn’t stop her pride from getting the best of her. 

“Did you see that?” she asked, playing it as cool as she could. 

“I felt that.”

“I was going easy on you,” she winked, causing him to snort out a chuckle.

Just as quickly as she had taken him down, Peter flipped her over and pinned her down. 

“Going easy on me, huh?”

“You caught me off guard, Parker.”

“Is that what happened every other time I won?”

“Can you remind me why I agreed to train with you?”

“You just wanted to wrestle,” he smiled, leaning down to press his lips against hers. Her hands came up to his head, fingers tangling into his hair. They both smiled into the kiss, completely oblivious to anything that could have been happening around them. 

And they were oblivious as the door across the room opened and someone stepped in. 

“I swear to God,” Tony sighed, making the teens jump away from each other, “If I have to walk in on you two doing that one more time, one of you is moving out.”

Both of the teens apologized with bright red cheeks, but their smiles didn’t fade. 

“Y/n we need you upstairs,” Tony called as he turned to exit the room, expecting her to follow. She quickly jumped to her feet and ran off, excited to be needed. 

In the year since she had been released from whatever mental hold that man had had on her, y/n hadn’t been allowed to do much by Tony. It took 4 months to talk him into even letting her begin training. She had to convince him that she just wanted to be ready just in case anything were to happen to her again. In reality, she just wanted to be part of the team, but that was going to take a lot more convincing.

The one thing Tony would let her do from the start was heal. It was something that was helpful to everyone coming in and out of the Avenger’s compound, and it made her feel like she was needed. 

Peter watched as she ran down the hall after her father. He couldn’t help but smile anytime she was called on. He loved seeing her so happy. For a few months after they had killed the man that had taken her, she had had nightmares. He had always been there to hold her when she would wake up panting, and while he was glad he could help, it broke his heart each time. 

But now, one year later, she didn’t have the nightmares anymore, and she was smiling more often than not. It was the complete opposite from when they had met, and it made his heart feel full. 

Once Peter was no longer lost in thought, he stood up and made his way to where he knew y/n would be. 

When he reached her, she had her hands wrapped around Clint’s arm, and she was smiling at him as he made some joke about how he gotten the gash on his arm. Within a few seconds, the wound was nothing but a scab, and y/n took a wet rag and wiped off the blood from his arm. 

“You’re all set.”

“Thanks, kiddo,” Clint smiled and patted her on the head, making her chuckle. 

She got up from her knees, leaving Tony and Clint in the room to discuss whatever Clint had been doing when he had acquired that blow to the arm. She made her way over to Peter, grabbing his hand and pulling him out of the room with her. 

“I’m hungry, wanna make some cookies?” she called behind her as she led him to the kitchen. 

“I don’t think cookies are the best option if you’re hungry,” he teased, receiving a glare from her. 

Despite Peter’s comment, the two made their way to the kitchen and began to gather and mix the ingredients that the recipe on y/n’s phone had called for. 

“Shit,” she cursed, rushing over to the oven, “We forgot to preheat.”

When she reached the oven, a devilish grin spread on her face as she brought her hand to the top of the oven. She switched the dial to the temperature listed, but kept the palm of her hand pressed against the stove top. 

“Not on my watch,” Peter called, grabbing her around the waist from behind and spinning around to carry her away from the oven. 

“Come on, I just wanna heat it up,” she whined, trying to squirm out of his grasp. 

“One of these days you’re going to make that oven explode, and that day will not be today,.”

He set her down, but kept one hand on her shoulder, knowing from experience that she was fully capable of bolting around him to do what she wanted. She pouted up at him, but he shielded himself from her puppy dog eyes by pulling her into a tight hug. 

“You need to learn how to be patient,” he smiled, squishing her against his chest as she attempted to wiggle away. 

After the oven had preheated, and the cookies were baked, y/n and Peter were sitting on the couch in the common area, watching an old rom-com that Peter had picked. The cookies on the plate had disappeared, the only remnants were a few crumbs. Y/n was resting her head on Peter’s chest as they watched the movie, but it was becoming harder and harder for her to keep her eyes open. 

“Hey, you still awake?” Peter asked, poking her side and making her twitch. Her response was a disgruntled groan. 

“I hope you don’t think I forgot your birthday is next week, you still need to tell me what you want.”

“Don’t remind me.”

“I told you, this year is going to be the best birthday you’ve ever had. You just need to help me out and tell me what you’d like.”

“I already told you, I don’t want you to buy me anything Pete.”

“But…”

“I’ll make a deal with you, you don’t buy me a present, but I’ll let you take me out.”

“That’s not a deal! You really think I didn’t already have 3 dates planned throughout the day?”

“Are you kidding me?”

“Of course not. I told you, best birthday ever. I’m pulling out all the stops.”

“You’re going to be the death of me,” she grumbled, cuddling closer into his chest. 

“What would you say if I told you I got you an early birthday present?”

“I’d say take it back.”

“Oh come on.”

“Peter, you don��t need to be spending money on me. All I want is to spend time with you.”

“And all I want is to spend time with you and buy you a birthday present.”

“There’s going to be no getting through to you, is there?”

“Of course not, sit up,” he gently pushed her off of his chest, making her sit up and face him. 

Peter took both of y/n’s hands in his own and looked her straight in the eyes. She just giggled at his serious expression, which just replaced the expression with a reluctant smile. 

“Stop, I’m trying to be serious,” he laughed, rubbing his thumbs over her knuckles.

“I’m sorry, I can’t help it,” she laughed. 

When she finally got her laughter under control, Peter looked into her eyes again, but this time they were both smiling like idiots. 

“I… I wanted to tell you something.”

“Ok…”

“I… I love you.”

She let out another giggle, but this time, Peter didn’t return the laughter. He looked a little discouraged. 

“Oh, Peter, I’m not laughing at you, I promise. I just… no one’s ever told me that before.”

He just nodded, still not returning her smile. 

“Hey,” she whispered, putting her hand under his chin and guiding him to look at her, “I love you too, Pete.”

He then returned her smile, his grin spreading to cover his whole face. She couldn’t help herself, looking at his goofy smile. She quickly pulled him in for a passionate kiss, almost knocking teeth at first, but moving on to have their lips move in sync with each other. 

“Was that my present?” y/n asked, finally pulling away. 

“Of course not, stay here, I’ll be right back,” Peter said before he launched himself off of the couch and ran down the hall to his room. In record speed, Peter was back in the room with his hands holding her present behind his back. 

“Close your eyes,” he beamed, more excited to give her whatever was behind his back than she had ever seen him. 

She closed her eyes and waited patiently as she felt the couch dip beside her. 

“Ok, and… open.”

Y/n opened her eyes to see Peter holding out a small velvet box to her. 

“Ok, before you open it, let me explain.”

“Ok…”

“I’m definitely not asking you to marry me, we are way to young for that.”

“Agreed,” she giggled, still amused by how excited Peter was. 

“But… it’s not everyday you find someone as amazing as you. So, I got you a promise ring.”

“Peter…”

“I already told Mr. Stark, so you don’t have to worry about wearing it around him. And I swear, I didn’t break the bank on it, please just open it.”

She slowly reached out and took the box from him, and opened it to reveal a beautiful rose gold band with a small diamond.

“Holy crap, Parker,” she gasped. Of course it wasn’t the most extravagant ring that existed, but it was beautiful, especially coming from a 17 year old boy. 

“Do you like it?” he asked nervously, not sure whether her disbelief was good or bad. 

“It’s beautiful.”

A few tears came to her eyes as Peter took the box back and took the ring out. He took her hand in his and placed the ring on her finger with a huge grin. He didn’t let her hand go, instead he brought it to his mouth to kiss her knuckles. 

“I love you,” he reiterated before she lunged at him, attacking him with a hug and a few kisses on the cheek. 

“I love you, too.”

The rest of the night, they switched off choosing movies to watch. Neither of them wanted to go to bed, too comfortable in the other’s arms. Although y/n had been drifting off before, there was no way she could rest anymore. She was too busy playing with and admiring the ring that now decorated her finger. 

The movies were playing in the background as they both happily fantasized about their future together. They were only one year in, but there was no doubt in their mind that they wanted to spend the rest of their remaining yers together.

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[inakua]

Petey!

Request/Prompt: Peter is interrupted on a fieldtrip to Stark Towers, and some interesting revelations come to light.

Warnings: bullying   (I will always try and tag as many warnings as I can think of for each writing, if you read through and find something that I haven’t listed which may be a trigger for someone please send me an ask or message me so that I can add it to this list, thanks!)

Pairings: N/A

Fandom: mcu

Words: 1,416

A/N: This is just a little something that’s been niggling at my brain recently and I really needed to get it out! Please keep in mind that this is AU, it takes place after endgame, Tony is alive and well (as he should be). Peter had been adopted by the Starks after Aunt May died in a car accident.

REQUEST A ONESHOT

“PETEY!” 

Peter stopped in his tracks and waited for the inevitable, opening his arms, preparing himself for the impact. As expected a small blur of brunette rammed into him, squeezing tight as she jumped to wrap her arms around his neck, giggling when he lifted her and her feet left the floor. 

“Woah you almost knocked me over this time squirt,”

“I’ll try better next time,” came the cheeky reply he was expecting.

“Who’s that Penis? Your girlfriend?” Flash snickered, 

“Flash,” Peter hissed in warning, 

“Ewww, that’s icky.” 

“Yeah, it is, just ignore him squirt,” Peter replied, ruffling her hair as she wriggled free and glared at Flash, her arms crossed and hip cocked. Flash stood, his eyes darting round, uncomfortable at the glare this little girl was giving him.

“Will you stop looking at me like that,” 

Her glare only intensified, an eyebrow now raised as if to say ‘who do you think you are?’.

“Seriously stop! Who even are you?” Flash exclaimed, hands gesturing in annoyance.

“I’m Morgan Stark,”

“M - Mor - Morgan Stark?” Flash exclaimed, mouth agape as he looked between Morgan and Peter, “bu - but how do you know Penis Parker then?”

Morgans’ face scrunched into a ball, eyes narrowing as she practically screamed, “he’s my brother you stupid, and stop calling him names or I’ll tell daddy on you!” 

“B - Brother?”

“Morgan, I think it’s time we got you back to dad,” Peter whispered, grabbing her hand and trying to tug her away, desperate to escape the situation he’d just found himself in.

“No! I want daddy to tell him off!” Morgan cried, pointing her chubby index finger in Flashs’ face. 

Peter tried not to show how smug he was when Flashs’ face paled and eyes widened. He tried not to grin as Flashs’ mouth hang agape. He tried not to turn around when he noticed Flash wasn’t looking at Morgan anymore, he was looking at a point past his shoulder.

“Who do I need to tell off Princess? You let me know and I’ll sort it out.” 

Peter whipped round instantly, letting go of Morgans’ hand in the meantime, allowing her the chance to run past Peter. Before Peter could even comprehend what was going on, Morgan had wrapped herself around their dads legs and was pointing once again at Flash.

“He’s being mean to Petey!” 

“Dad, I - “ Peter stammered, unaware of his choice of words, too caught up in not wanting him to know about Flashs’ bullying.

“DAD?!” Flash shrieked, echoed by a smattering of mutters from his classmates in the background.

“You been bullying my son?” Tony asked, eyebrows raised as he ignored the motions Peter was making in his direction, trying to get him to stop. No way is he going to stand there while some stupid little twerp bullies his son.

“SON? I - I,” It seemed Flash could no longer take it, shock taking over his body as it flopped to the floor in a heap. 

“Oh dear, it would appear he’s fainted,” Tony remarked nonchalantly, staring down at Flash as he started to come around. “Emily, please get someone to escort him out of the building,”

“Of course Mr Stark,” replied the tour guide, instantly radioing security to come and take care of him. Nobody said a word as two security guards picked Flash up under his arms, carrying him to the elevator and out of Stark Industries, Mr Bell following behind.

Tony turned his attention to his daughter, still tucked around his legs, blowing raspberries and sticking her tongue out at Flash as he was escorted away. 

“Let’s leave Peter to enjoy his school trip princess, okay?” Tony chuckled, grinning as she skipped over to give Peter a brief hug.

“Okay daddy, let’s go,” Morgan replied, already pulling Tony towards the private elevator that only family and the avengers had access to.

“Have fun son,” Tony called, sending a wink in Peters direction as him and Morgan disappeared out of view, Morgan waving the whole way up.

“Daaad!” Peter whined before the elevator closed, rubbing his face in his hands as he turned to see his whole class, expect MJ and Ned, gaping at him. He was about to address the situation but was stopped by the barrage of questions suddenly thrown in his direction.

“Did that really happen?”

“Peter is Tony Stark really your dad?”

“Why didn’t you tell us?”

“Yes, yes and because it’s none of your business,” Peter ground out, overwhelmed by the amount of attention he was getting.

“That’s so cool!”

“Uhh, thanks?” He questioned, sure he was used to this type of attention and these comments while he was spiderman, but at the moment he was Peter Parker, and Peter Parker was not ‘cool’. In his opinion at least. “Mr Harrington?” 

“I - uh, yes Peter?” Mr Harrington replied, he himself rather shocked at the turn of events.

“Is it alright if I leave the trip early? Im sure my dad won’t mind and I live just a few floors up.” Peter rambled, not wanting to offend any of his classmates but really wanting to just get out of this situation. “I’m really not feeling like finishing, I know where and what everything is from this floor upwards, and I don’t want to answer anymore questions about my dad or about anything really. It’ totally okay if not, I just -”

“Of course Peter, just make sure Mr Star - uh, your dad, calls the school to let them know he ‘picked’ you up early,” Mr Harrington interrupted, allowing time for Peter to actually breath instead of rambling on.

“Thanks Mr Harrington,” sighing in relief Peter walked over to where MJ and Ned had been watching the scene go down and trying not to laugh.

“See you tomorrow Peter,” Ned chuckled, quickly initiating their secret handshake,

“Bye Ned,” Peter replied once they’d finished, before taking a step to the right and addressing MJ. “I’ll call you tonight, okay?” he whispered as he pulled her in for a hug and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, eliciting another gasp from his classmates.

“See ya loser,” MJ called, cheeks now a tint of red as she waved him up the elevator.

Peter could not believe what had just happened, he ran his hands through his hair, a frustrated groan bouncing off the glass walls of the elevator. He retracted his hands, swinging his bad higher up onto his shoulders, as the ding of the elevator sounded.

“How’d it go underoos?” was the first question he was assaulted with as he made his way out of the elevator and into the living room.

“Daad! Did that seriously just happen?” He moaned, flopping himself down on the couch next to his dad.

“Petey!”

“Hey squirt,” Peter sighed, grunting as she jumped onto the sofa next to him, snuggling into his side.

“Did you have fun with your friends?” She asked, peering up at him through her lashes.

“I - yeah,” He answered, not wanting to explain to her what had happened, or get into the fact that it was partially her fault. Not that he’d ever tell her or make her believe she was in the wrong.

“Everyone’s going to know I’m your son in a few hours, there’s no way Flash will keep his mouth shut.” Peter whispered, as he noticed Morgan snuggling closer, eyelids fluttering closed every so often.

“It’s about time, don’t you think Pete,” Tony replied, guiding Peters head onto his shoulder, knowing that it must have been a tiring day for him.

“Yeah - I just ..”

“I can get them all to sign disclosures,” Tony admitted, trying desperately to hide the pain in his eyes. Immediately Peter jerked his head off his dad's shoulder, looking him dead in the eyes.

“No, no! I - I didn’t mean it like that, I love being your son and being a part of this family, It’s just going to be a lot, ya know?” Peter didn’t want him to think for one second that he was ashamed of being a part of this family, in fact it was everything he could’ve dreamed of.

“I know Pete, I love being your dad too you know,” Tony murmured softly, guiding Peters head back onto his shoulder and wrapping an arm round both his children.

“Thanks, love you dad,” Peter mumbled, quickly losing his battle with sleep.

“Love you too underoos.” Tony whispered, drifting off into dreamland, the two most precious things in his world wrapped in his arms.

[lifeofmarvvel]

Finals Frenzy and Christmas Cheer- Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Finals are coming up with the end of the semester. As per every year, stress levels are through the roof. Luckily, your good friend Peter agrees when you ask (trick) him to help you. The major problem, though, is that it just doesn't feel like Christmas despite it being less than a month away. You ramble about this to Peter, assuming he's not listening. 

With the aid of your sister, Astrid, Peter finds how to lift your spirits after all. Plus a little more.

Word Count: 6447

A/N: Wow, I never thought I would write a one-shot that's so long. I hope you all enjoy it! Also, in advance, sorry if you do have a teacher named Mr. Brown that you do find interesting. Astrid is sneaky and I loved writing her. If -insert bug pun here- had an excess of smiles, this one has an excess of laughter. This started out as fluff without plot but then it grew its own plot and here we are. Warning: I've never been on a date let alone have a boyfriend so if some of it comes off as awkward that's why. I also have never been to NYC, so sorry for any possible inaccuracies. Thanks for reading! Merry Christmas!(

Y/F/S) stands for Your Favorite Scent

“Finals are upon us!”

The saying was spread far and wide across Midtown High School. It was finals week- or, as some would rather say, Doomsweek. The final stretch before break. Make it or break it. The most stressful week of the year. Insanity week. Torture. The end of us all. Final frenzy. You get the picture.

The same could be said about you. You were drowning in classwork. Final papers, presentations, and projects before an influx of study study study for all the tests. If one wasn’t carefully planning things out, it got overwhelming and fast.

Inside of school, it was all anyone could focus on. Outside of school, it seemed society didn’t know finals existed. The holidays were approaching and the atmosphere reflected it- though not the actual weather yet. Everywhere, Christmas carols were being played. Ads for all kinds of gifts showed on TV. People dressed in red and green, bundled up for the cold that NYC presented starting fall, as per usual. Christmas cheer was spreading- and quickly, as the days past.

None of that translated into school. Instead of carols, classical music was being played to help focus, if there even was any playing. There was no time to watch TV unless you were procrastinating all your homework. Students dressed in sweats, coffee mugs not too far away, overcome with exhaustion. Finals fear was spreading, more like it.

Of course, there were a few kids who were in the Christmas spirit. The kind of kids that started listening to Christmas music at midnight on November First. The kind that wore ugly sweaters every day as soon as the weather permitted. The kind of kids that would celebrate Christmas year round.

You were not one of those kids. The stress was starting to get to you, and none of your due dates had even arrived yet. The pressure was too much. Instead of doing your homework, you devised a plan to get your friend, Peter, into sorting it out for you. He was top of the class- surely, he had no stress over finals.

Today, you planned on taking action during class. If you got it out at the right moment, he’d have no choice to say no before class started. Details could be talked about after school.

You walked into your shared class, scanning the room for him. Easily spotting him and Ned, you made your way over, plopping down in the seat next to him. “Hey, Peter. Hi Ned,” you greeted before joining in on their conversation.

A few minutes later and a swift glance at the clock told you it was time. In a lull of conversation, you interjected, “Peter, you’re going to help me with my finals after school today and the rest of finals week. At my house. Thanks.”

Peter opened his mouth to respond, but the teacher began to talk. “Good morning, class. Today we will be talking about-” It didn’t take long for Peter to close his mouth, frowning slightly, and shift his focus to the lesson. Mission accomplished.

It actually worked. You couldn’t believe it. After school- as you hadn’t had any other classes together- Peter cornered you at your locker. You exchanged a rundown of details and with a text to May, he agreed. You offered Ned the same invite over, but he declined, stating he had a project to work on with Betty.

Unfortunately for Peter, you didn’t stay focused for long. You were in your room with the door open- a habit formed because of your parents’ rule, even if neither of them was currently home. You sat in your swivel chair, switching between spinning yourself dizzy and rocking back and forth, books long forgotten. Peter sat on your bed, book splayed across his lap. His head tilted sideways as he watched you ramble.

“C’mon, (Y/N),” he pleaded once again. “I’m here to help but I can’t do that if we don’t actually study.”

Your ramble continued, completely ignoring his words. “-and now it doesn’t even feel like Christmas time anymore! You know, when we were little it felt like it snowed alllll of December. Now, it decides to snow once or twice in November, and then maybe, just mayybbbeee once on, like, Christmas Eve or something and not again until, like, mid-January with a snowstorm. It’s not fair! That’s part of what makes Christmas feel like Christmas!” You stopped, pointing a finger at him. “Ya feel me?”

He sighed. “Yes,” he responded, knowing if he tried again you’d continue to talk over him again.

“It doesn’t even feel like December is part of the problem. It feels like it’s supposed to be November. That month certainly went by too fast for my liking. One day, it was August, suddenly, it’s FINALS?!”

Out of nowhere, you whipped up straight, eyes wide. “Oh, finals! That’s why you’re here! I’m so sorry, Peter! Now, let’s get back to studying!” You grabbed your book and settled back on your bed next to him. It thankfully didn’t take too long for you to get back into the swing of things.

You were in the middle of studying for your history final when the front door slammed open. “(Y/N)! I’m home!” your little sister interrupted, breaking the atmosphere.

Great. So she was home from school. She was young enough that she was in middle school but that didn’t stop her from being nosey. “Where are you?” She popped her head into your room. “Ooo, you have a boy over! I can’t wait to tell Mom!”

You gave her a hard look. “Dude, seriously? Anyway, this is Peter and he’s my friend and he’s here to help me study for finals.” You turned towards Peter. “Pete, this is my sister, Astrid. She’s a pain but we love her anyways.” She pouted, bottom lip sticking out.

He laughed at your words. “Hello, Astrid. Nice to meet you.” He stuck his hand out, which she hesitantly shook. She scanned both Peter and the room, then nodded.

Astrid left the room, calling out “No making out! I don’t wanna see it!” as she left. Immediately, you could feel your face heating up. Peter’s face turned bright red as well.

You adjust the collar of your shirt. “Alright… we can go study in the living room if that makes you more comfortable?” It came out a question even though that wasn’t your intent. “Plus, we can keep an eye on her, then…” With Peter’s nod, you gathered your stuff and promptly switched rooms.

Unlike Astrid’s claims, no make-outs ever happened and never will happen between you and Peter. He was your friend. You didn’t think about him like that. Nope. Not at all. You never ever ever ever ever wondered what it would be like to cuddle with him, to run your hands through his hair, to be the focal point of his thoughts….. Nope. Never happened. Never will.

Okay so maybe you were lying to yourself a bit.

But it’s not like you had time to do that, even if you wanted to. It was the last day of finals- the last day of the first semester. Only a few more tests and you’d be free. All that hard work would’ve paid off. After the- incident- with Astrid, you and Peter either met up at his house (May was the best, honestly) or at the library. Peter’s help was working you wonders. So far, finals had passed by easier than in years past.

Before you could go off to class the sight of Peter waving in your direction caught your eye. When you caught his eye, he beckoned you over. “Hey!” he greeted cheerfully.

“Hey,” you responded back. “I’m so ready for this day to be over already. I’m home-bound.”

He laughed. “Uh, actually, I was wondering if you wanted to come over to my house? Ned and I are gonna watch a few movies in celebration.” He rubbed the back of his neck a bit, avoiding eye contact for some odd reason.

“Sure! Sounds great!” You pulled out your phone to give your parents a heads up.

“Great!” He wrapped one arm around you, pulling you in for a short one-sided hug as best he could around your backpack. “You’re the best!” He hesitated, then kissed you on the cheek. With that, he was gone, lost to the sea of exhausted students.

Your cheek tingled as you stood there, thrown off guard. Had that happened? Your mom’s reply had distracted you, leaving you underprepared for what Peter just did. Well then. You scanned the crowd, trying to see if you could catch sight of Peter, to no avail. With a shrug, you headed off to class. You could ponder this more between tests later.

True to your word and his, you and Peter met up at your locker after school. After gathering your things, you took the subway. You were making good time- that is until Peter insisted on entering Delmar’s for his daily sandwich.

Peter was greeted with a “Hey there, Mr. Parker,” when he entered. “Is that your girlfriend? The girl you talk so much about?”

Immediately, Peter’s ears went red, as well as some of his cheeks. “Uh- excuse me? N-no. (Y/N) and I- we’re- we’re not dating. We’re just friends. Just friends, Mr. Delmar.” He took a small step away from you in an attempt to create space between you.

Mr. Delmar gave Peter a look that to Peter spoke volumes. To you, it said nothing. “Okay, well, Number Five for you, right? Anything for the lady?” Peter nodded and looked at you expectantly.

“Oh, no, I don’t need anything. You see, I have the last lunch of the day and so I didn’t eat too long ago. I’m fine,” you shrugged off.

“C’mon, (Y/N). You’re always hungry. And don’t worry about money. It’s on me,” Peter said. Delmar gave him what looked like an “I-told-you-so” face. He was in for a round of questioning later.

Knowing Peter wasn’t going to give up, you looked at the menu. “Okay, fine. I’ll have the….Number Seven, I guess.” Delmar got to work promptly, and soon enough, the two sandwiches sat on the counter. Peter paid, and you left with many thanks.

You walked for a bit, side by side, playing with the foil on your sandwich. “Uh, thanks, Pete. But can I ask what that was all about?”

Peter glanced sideways at you before looking forward, avoiding a haphazard cyclist. “What was what about?”

You gave him a stern look. “You know what I mean, dork.” You continued to tread next to him, almost running into him when he took an unexpected turn. This wasn’t the way to his house. Where was he going?

Peter gulped. “It’s about nothing. I mentioned you once or twice and he assumed things. He likes May, so don’t put it past him to do that.” He stopped and faced you once you started tugging on his coat.  “I, uh, was thinking we could go eat at a nearby park before heading over to the apartment?” He sounded uneasy like he wasn’t sure he had you convinced.

“Peter Parker, are you stalling?”

“Uh- maybe?”

“And why would that be?” It didn’t matter how long you’d been friends- Peter would always give in to your stern questioning. If he was being honest, he’d admit he was afraid of you to some degree.

“Well, you see- Wait, no, that won’t work. I- no, Ned and I- Nope, uh-”

“Peter cut the rambling.” You smiled despite yourself.

He continued anyway. “Peter-” you cut him off. “Is Ned going to be late?”

Thankful, he nodded. “Yeah, and I didn’t want to get home before he finished what he’s doing.”

“Then why didn’t you just say so? Nerds, the both of you.” You shook your head, exasperated. A voice in the back of your head told you he was being suspicious but you ignored it. Peter did odd things all the time around you. It was normal by now.

Peter grinned sheepishly, then continued on his way. He led you to an empty park due to the lack of snow or heat. The benches seemed to be in fair condition, making for a nice spot for a conversation.

The conversation flowed as smooth as a river. Granted, being friends for so long helped with that. You talked about finals and how you thought you fared. Even though you only had one class together it didn’t mean you didn’t have the same teachers throughout the day. Peter suggested a few more activities you could do throughout break as well. You asked him about his Stark Internship and how that was going to work over the holidays. He briefly mentioned something about Mr. Stark doing something large scale and something small scale within a few days of each other that he’d have to go to but that was it.

The sandwiches were soon consumed, the foil balled up and shot into the nearby trash can. Laughter rang through the air from the two of you. There couldn’t be a better solution to the stress finals had given you than this.

Time passed quickly, and before you realized, it was 4:30. Neither teen noticed until Peter’s phone started yodeling. In the middle of an over exaggerated storytelling, Peter jumped and scrambled through his coat pockets, trying to remember where he had put it.

“Hey, Ned. Uh-huh. Yep. Yeah, gotcha. We’ll head on over now. Thanks. Sorry for getting distracted. Yep. You too. See ya. Bye.” Peter hung up and turned towards you. “Ned’s done with what he was doing and is at the apartment now. Said May let him in. You ready to go?”

“Yep. Let’s go, Parker. Race you there!”

Eight minutes later, you stood in the elevator, out of breath and defeated. Okay, so challenging Peter wasn’t your best idea but it was far from the worst. “Cheater,” you grumbled, arms crossed across your chest.

Peter only let out a small chuckle. “I didn’t cheat, you’re just a sore loser. If anything, you’re the cheater; I’m not the one who threw their hat in the other person’s face.”

Your frown deepened. “You suck.”

He laughed more. Goodness, what a sound that was. “Just you wait, (N/N).” Now, what on earth was that supposed to mean? Either he was being overconfident in your binge-watching tonight or something else was going on.

The elevator dinged, the doors opening. A quick trip down the hall led you to the Parkers’ apartment. You expected to open the door to Ned on the couch, May grabbing snacks in the kitchen, and the home menu of a movie on the TV. Instead, you got a shock.

A foot not even in the house yet and you were blown away. You convinced yourself you must’ve somehow opened the wrong door until Peter lightly nudged your back to let him enter. All you could do was stand there in awe.

There was a party. In the Parkers’ apartment. A Christmas party. At Peter’s house.

You blinked and rubbed your eyes. “Someone pinch me. There’s no way this is real.”

Christmas music softly streamed through the room. Cookies, pine, vanilla, and spices filtered through the air. Conversations provided a low rumble beneath the clinks and laughter. A Christmas tree stood proudly in the corner, presents spilling from underneath. Paper snowflakes hung from the ceiling; the whole room screamed holiday party.

Someone next to you chuckled. “I can assure you, this is real. I took the time to set it up myself.”

A gasp escaped you before you could stop it. A quick spin launched you into the arms of the one and only May Parker. “You did this?” you asked in awe. “Wow! Great job! I love it! It’s amazing. You really outdid yourself, May.”

“I know, right?” she said with a wink. “Snack’s are in the kitchen when you’re hungry. The teens have been waiting on you guys. They were about to start without you. Adults are in the dining room if you need us.” She left, entering said room and sitting down.

Peter caught your gaze and blushed. “I know you weren’t feeling the Christmas spirit, and May’s been looking for an excuse to host a party, so I decided to combine the two.”

Your smile widened. “Thank you, Peter. I love it. Is this why you stalled?”

“Yeah.” His eyes shone as if an idea popped into his head. “Does this mean I don’t suck anymore?”

You pretended to think over it. “I don’t know….” At his irresistible puppy dog eyes, you caved. “Yes.”

His face instantly lit up. “If that’s the case, then you don’t suck either. C’mon, we needa join the others.” He grabbed your hand and pulled you into the living room.

Many of your friends sat in various locations around the room. Ned and Betty shared the couch with MJ. A few of your other friends sat in the armchairs or on the floor. Right smack in the middle was your headache that comes and goes. Astrid.

She noticed your skeptical look upon seeing you enter the room. “Well, look who finally showed up! And holding hands!” You realized Peter’s hand still wrapped in yours even though there was no need anymore. Dropping it, your face heated up. “You’re late, sis.”

“Yeah, that’s Peter’s fault, Ash. Not mine.” Peter simply shrugged. Astrid continued to give instructions, and you soon found yourself seated next to Peter, leaning against the couch. The group was about to start a game when you had arrived, and they went through the trouble to make sure you knew how to play.

The Name Game. Object of the game: two teams go head to head to see who can name more people. One person goes at a time. They pull a slip, read the name, and describe the person to see if anyone can call out the correct name. Each turn is taken in three-minute intervals. It’s fast-paced, funny, and can last until the names run out.

Two teams had been made when you and Peter arrived. Peter, you, Michelle, and some other kids you didn’t know that well made up your team. The other team consisted of Ned, Betty, and some of your classmates, as well as Astrid.

Soon enough, the teams took off, neck and neck. Many rounds with laughter and terrible accents passed by. It was finally your turn to go. You stood up by the bowl on the coffee table. “Ready. Set. Go!”

You pulled a name few names and your team guessed successfully. Pulling out another, you looked and stifled a giggle. You knew what to do for this one. “It’s your favorite adult,” you said to Peter.

“May?” he guessed.

“Uh, no. That’s my fault for not assuming that’d be your answer. Your second favorite adult.”

Peter looked confused for a moment before it dawned on him. “Mr. Stark.”

“Yep!” At your interaction, the group laughed. You pulled another name. “Uh, so they speak monotone, they’re the most boring person I know. I know at least two people failing their class-”

“Mr. Brown!” multiple people answered at once. School-wide, he was known for his boring classes. Couldn’t even catch a break outside school.

The timer went before you knew it. The game continued easy breezy. However, that was, until Peter got up. He started giving weird descriptions sometimes that pertained to inside jokes that threw everyone else off. But not you and Ned.

He drew a slip, his face concentrated and his eyebrows furrowed. “The guy who accidentally started the French Indian War.”

“George Washington,” you stated. Everyone gave you weird looks. “What? It’s not my fault Peter and I pay attention in history while you guys sleep.”

Peter shook his head, a small smile gracing his lips. Pulling another name, he shook his head again and ran his hand through his hair. “How do I describe this?” He paused, then continued. “Er, he wears a red and blue suit? Seen around Queens on the regular. Kinda cool, I guess?”

“Pfft, Spider-Man. Duh,” you answered as Ned asked, “Is it Spider-Man?”

Michelle shook her head at your trio. “You guys are crazy.”

“Can’t disagree there. Especially him,” you teased, pointing to Peter.

He put a hand on his chest, mock offended. “I can’t believe you’ve betrayed me like that.”

Astrid shrugged. “She’s my sister. It was bound to happen,” she offered, launching another round of laughter.

The game ended not too long after that. Other activities passed, dinner was served, a movie watched. At least that part served to be true from what Peter had told you that morning. May outdid herself on the food. She could cook, but you made sure to be wary with dessert. She surprised you with that being just as good- she must’ve had someone help her. May was known for her cooking and not her baking for a reason.

Astrid bugged you on and off all night. Anytime you would get remotely close to Peter, she popped up and did so. When you sat down next to him before the movie, she plopped herself on your lap and yelled, “Love me!” before throwing her arms around you. Granted, you did push her off but she switched sides to sit between you and him. She was adamant, but you had a tough time putting your finger on why.

People started to leave around 8:00 pm as the party wound down. Games put up, the majority of the food eaten, little kids falling asleep on parents, and the sky dark. Noise levels now lower, you found yourself enjoying the classical Christmas music that had come up on the playlist. Seated in a stray chair by the window, the music appeased your spirits and the landscape awed you.

A light sprinkling of snow started to fall. Flakes illuminated by the city and Christmas lights glowed green and red. Red and green streaked white covered everything. Moonlight shone down, making the snow sparkle. It was as if someone had waved a magic wand. The landscape transformed into a far-off kingdom from a fairytale and you were the princess, admiring it from her tower.

“Guess you got your Christmas wish.” Looking up, you saw Peter sit down to your right. Astrid was off somewhere, too busy to interrupt, hopefully. “And it’s before Christmas Eve, too.”

“Sorry, what?” Though you had an idea what he was talking about, it confused you.

“Your Christmas wish,” he repeated. “You know when you rambled about how it never feels like Christmas without snow in New York. It’s snowing. You got your wish.” He looked at you softly, scanning your face.

“I didn’t think you paid attention to my ramblings, Peter,” you commented. You looked back at him. His eyes stayed trained on you as you talked. “It was insignificant. Even I forgot I said it.”

He hummed quietly. “I always pay attention to your ramblings. I know you listen to mine all the time. It’s fair that way.”

It was hard to disagree with that. “My Christmas wish has been filled in more than one way today, Peter.”

“Really?” His eyebrows rose with his shock. The expression was beyond endearing. You couldn’t stop the smile from stretching across your face. “How?”

“Really. You did it, Pete.” He continued to make that adorable confused face. “By getting May to host a Christmas Party and dragging me along has helped it feel more like Christmas. Plus, the whole season-of-giving thing. You gave away your afternoon you could’ve used with Ned or May beforehand to make sure I was surprised and enjoyed it. Thank you.”

“It was nothing. Honest. I’d do that every day for you.”

Every day? Wow. You couldn’t deny it any longer- you had a crush on the boy in front of you. And if what he said was any consolation, your feelings weren’t one-sided. At some point during the conversation, some of your hair had fallen in front of your face. Gently, Peter reached over and pushed it behind your ear.

Your heartbeat grew louder. Was what was about to happen what you thought it was? Peter held your gaze, the atmosphere tense. You weren’t sure who started moving first, but soon you were inches from each other. Peter’s breath fanned across your face, feather light. He was so close. It was a lot to take it. You leaned in to close the gap when-

“Whatcha talking about?” Astrid announced louder than necessary. You jumped and leapt across your seat, landing on the other side of your chair. Heat radiated off your neck, ears, and face. Peter looked more like a tomato than a person in the following moments. Astrid grinned, successfully keeping the two of you apart once again that night.

“Why are you both blushing?” she asked all too innocently. She knew what she did.

“No reason,” you replied, breathless. “We were just talking about the weather.”

She scoffed. “You guys are so boring. Anyway, (Y/N), Mom said we’re going home in ten minutes and that you need to be ready and not cuddling with your boyfriend when we do.”

“He’s not my boyfriend,” you mumbled. She hadn’t said anything about any potential boyfriend being Peter, not that you’d notice your slip until late that night when sleep failed you. Instead, she quirked an eyebrow and made sure you got the message before leaving.

You stood, Peter following your example. Clearing your throat, you began, “I feel like I’ve said this a lot today, but thank you, Peter. It means a lot to me. I’ll text you later, yeah? We can make plans for the rest of break that way.” You tucked your hair behind your ears.

Peter, hands in his pockets, ducked his head. “Yeah, that works great. And it’s no problem.” He took his hands out of his pockets and reached over, wrapping you in a hug. Hugging him back, you savored the moment before pulling away. “Thanks for coming. Well, I guess technically you had no say in that, so thanks for staying and hanging out with me today. I’ll see you soon?”

You nodded slowly. “See you soon!”

Your parents gave May their thanks and soon enough, you were home, dressed in pajamas and fighting over the sink with Astrid. Toothbrushes in mouths, you shoved each other back and forth until Astrid leaned over and spit into the sink.

“Ya know,” she said, toothbrush dangling out of her mouth. “Petah waasint gonna thow da pauty if I hawdn’t sauid anfytheng.”

You spit, taking your own toothbrush out of your mouth. “Peeta or Peter? And he did what? You should know by now not to talk with a toothbrush in your mouth.”

Astrid scowled and took her’s out. “Peter wasn’t going to throw the party if I hadn’t said anything,” she said anything. She rinsed off her brush, put it up, and left the room. Following her lead, you followed her into her room.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” She sat on her bed; you sat at her desk.

“It means Peter came to me asking what he should get you for Christmas. He mentioned something about how he wanted to lift your spirits. I, being the wonderful sister that I am, suggested a Christmas party. Automatically he said May wanted an excuse for one, thus concluding that I am indeed the best sister to walk the Earth.” She gave you an overly cheesy grin, making you snicker at her boasting.

“Well then, thank you, Astrid.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. He was so desperate to cheer you up it was cute to the point of me fake gagging.” To prove her point, she did so again.

You stood up and walked over to her. “I mean it, Astrid. Brag all you want, but that really does make you a great sister.” Kissing her head, you couldn’t see her face but you knew she’d turned bashful at your words.

“Alright, now get outta my room, nerd.” Shoving you out the door, she tried to cover her glee at being complimented by her older sister. She closed the door in your face, leaving you standing there barely keeping it together.

“Goodnight, crazy,” you called through her door, chuckling.

A muffled groan sounded back before a resigned, “Goodnight to you too, dork.” Shaking your head, you headed off to bed for what ended up being a sleepless night. Hey, it’s not your fault your brain wouldn’t stop playing the possibly-almost-kiss with Peter and Astrid’s subsequent interruption over and over again.

Before you knew it, Christmas Day arrived. More snow had fallen, coating the city like a cold blanket, trapping the holiday cheer in it. Christmas morning had been spectacular. After the normal Christmas morning traditions, you sorted through your new gifts, taking the time to admire and appreciate each one.

Your family knew you well, you had to hand it to them. The gifts all seemed perfect and you couldn’t believe you had gotten certain ones. Some of your friends had also given you gifts already, whether it be they were placed under the tree or opened before break.

One person who hadn’t was Peter. Texting after the party, you agreed to exchange gifts Christmas afternoon at his house. It would be just the two of you until Ned showed up later, having plans with his family that lasted longer.

At 2:00 pm, you found yourself on the doorstep of the Parkers’ apartment once more. May greeted you with a hug before disappearing. You approached Peter’s door and knocked. “You home, Parker? You promised.”

Thuds resounded from the room. “Yeah, wait a sec. I’ve got finish something.” Waiting patiently, you listened as Peter dropped something a few times, muttered under his breath, and finally opened the door.

His hair was disheveled like he had been running his hands through it frequently. The sleeves on his sweater were pushed up to his elbows, and his feet were covered in penguin spotted socks. He smiled goofily. “Fancy seeing you here on this fine holiday.” Leaning over in an attempt to look cool, he underestimated his distance and almost toppled to the floor.

Straightening himself, he tugged his sweater. “Never speak of this again,” he said, pointing an accusing finger at you.

“I don’t know,” you mused. “That’d be some pretty good blackmail. If only I’d caught it on camera.”

He moved out of the way to let you into the room but still shot you a dirty look over his shoulder. “You do that, I’m disowning you as my friend.”

“Not if I disown you first.” You took off your coat and threw it over the back of his desk chair. Proceeding to sit down in said chair and taking off your boots, you set Peter’s wrapped present on his desk, with Ned’s right beside it.

Peter shuffled around, then hid something behind his back and walked up to you. “Is it okay if I give you your present now instead of waiting for Ned to get here? He said he’s fine with it,” he said with a wave of his phone. He moved his hands to the front, displaying a box he must’ve wrapped when you waited outside his door.

“Uh, sure. Why not?” He placed the gift on your lap. It was a box with what looked like too many layers of blue and white wrapping paper and a sloppy golden bow on top. The sight made you smile. At least he tried. A small card was placed on top.

“Can you read the card last? I know that’s not how you usually open presents, but it makes more sense once you see what the present is,” Peter requested. He shifted nervously, toeing the carpet, hands behind his back.

Card now to the side, you unwove the bow quickly and carefully. A few tugs let the paper give way. Indeed, too many layers covered the box, but that didn’t stop you. The tape was harder to open, but it ultimately gave in. You gasped when you saw what was in your hands.

Peter had gotten you a candle that smelled like (Y/F/S) and a colorful periodic table blanket. The blanket related to you once jokingly saying “The periodic table is so big I could sleep on it with room to spare.” It has been a passing joke, but Peter remembered.

“No way! Thank you! You shouldn’t have! Especially the candle- they’re so hard to get this time of year!” Peter visibly relaxed and you exchanged easy smiles.

“Okay, now open the card.”

You picked up the card and opened it the best you could. On the front, the card read, “Oh Chemist Tree, Oh Chemist Tree.” It pictured a Christmas tree with beakers for ornaments. You giggled. “That’s cute.” You opened it to see Peter’s handwriting scrawled across the page.

The middle had the typical company provided message: “Ho Ho Ho Merry Christmas” with each “Ho” being the chemical symbol for Holmium. Underneath, Peter wrote:

Are you copper and tellurium? Because you are CuTe.

That was cheesy, I know. Please don’t kill me. And please take me seriously.. I’ve liked you as more than a friend for a while, and I’m horrible with words and you’re smart, funny, beautiful, and so much more. I guess what I’m trying to say is (look up now)

You couldn’t believe your eyes. You lifted your head; Peter’s fidgeting had resumed. He smiled shyly but avoided your gaze for a moment. He took a deep breath, gathering courage. Finally, he looked at you. “Will you go out with me? As more than friends?”

Your cheeks hurt from how wide you smiled. “Of course, Peter.” Was this happening? It had to be a dream. No way was this real. You were going to wake up any second now.

Except you didn’t. It was real. Peter must’ve been thinking the same thing. He let out a breath and grinned back, eyes squinting and shining. “So, uh, we’re still gonna hang out with Ned for the rest of the day, so maybe we could go tomorrow? If that’s okay with you,” he said.

“That works with me.” A pause, then, “What should I wear? Where are we going? And don’t say Delmar’s.”

He chuckled. “I promise we won’t go to Delmar’s. This time.” Shoving his hands in his pockets, he glanced at the ground before looking up again. “Wear something nice, I guess. I didn’t think I’d get this far…Uh, we can figure that out later. Unless you want to figure it out now. It’s up to you.”

“I’m fine with waiting. Ned should be here soon, anyway,” you responded. You rolled your shoulders, then set your gifts and card aside. “The only thing I’m not fine with is that my present for you seems lame now.”

Peter quirked an eyebrow at you. “I highly doubt that.” He leaned against his desk.

“Wanna bet?” you goaded.

“Sure. I win, you go on a date with me. You win, I go on a date with you.”

“Dork. Here you go. I’m about to prove you wrong.” You handed him the present and watched as he unwrapped it. So far, nothing had changed between you besides acknowledging you had feelings for each other, and you were grateful for that. No excessive awkwardness, no drastic change. Just taking it as it comes, one step at a time.

Peter unwrapped his gift with precision. “Ha, I win,” he said when he saw it.

In his hands, he held a pair of chemistry socks and a picture frame. Inside the frame was a simple picture of the two of you. May had taken it at Peter’s birthday party- it had been a gathering of a few of his friends, and she made sure she had pictures of him with everyone that showed up.  Sitting on the couch side by side, the group had been playing a trivia game. You and Peter weren’t paying much attention to it, choosing to joke around. May had noticed and caught the priceless moment. You were looking at each other, grinning, lost in your own little world.

You hadn’t known it existed. May kept it to herself, as Peter never asked to see the camera after the party. After mentioning to May what you wanted to do for Christmas, she gave you the picture and told you how wonderful of an idea it was. So here you were.

“I don’t see how that’s a win. It’s just a stupid pair of socks and a photo,” you said, doubting your choice now he had them.

“But they aren’t!” Peter insisted, clutching them to his chest. “I think they’re perfect. It shows you get me.”

You were about to argue back when out of nowhere-

THUD!

You raced to open the door, Peter not far behind, his presents left on his bed. Expecting May to be injured or something broken, you weren’t ready for the sight before your eyes.

Ned stood there, backpack on the ground and spilling open, presents in his hands. “Hi?” he asked, unsure of how to proceed. He was right outside the door, leaving the only place to go back into Peter’s room. You greeted him back.

Ned bent down to pick up the spilled contents of his book. He looked up and said, “By the way, you guys are standing underneath some mistletoe.”

“Ugh. Maaayyy,” you heard Peter whine. A quick glance up confirmed Ned’s observation.

“We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to yet,” Peter whispered in your ear.

You thought it over. “Nah, I’m good with following through.” You leaned in, completing what went unfinished at the party in nearly the same exact spot. It was short and sweet but perfect.

Pulling away, you smiled at Peter and he reciprocated. Ned spoke, interrupting your moment. “About time. I’m gonna go ahead and assume your plan worked, Peter.”

Your jaw dropped. “You need to explain this.”

“No, I think you need to explain to me just what happened. Presents can wait. Now move.” He pushed you and Peter into the room- backpack cleaned up- before settling on the bed.

Shaking your head, you sat down and complied. This Christmas turned out better than you had guessed the week before. The future was as bright as the snow outside. Presents, time with your friends and family, and a date on the horizon. And that was just the start of many to come.

[deniigi]

What are the major differences between all of your universes

Hi anon, sorry this took so long to get to.

Really, the best answer to this question is that you should read the verses to figure it out. There are slight differences in characterization, there are age differences and differences in team dynamics.

If I had to lay it out, it would look like this:

DFV - fresh and shiny Team Red. they’re all slowly getting to know each other. Matt is irritable and guarded. Wade is trying to figure out his place in relation to the other two. Peter is slowly being exposed to more vigilante behavior.

In this verse, Matt is is starting to plateau a little with his Daredeviling. Wade is caught between Team Red and his A-Team (him, Dom, and Cable) and basically living a triple life between those two teams and being himself (that’s why he’s always so fucking tired). And Peter, bless him, is just starting to take off.

In the DFV the guys view each other as brothers more than anything else. There are strong family dynamics here.

Dreamcoats (some folks call this the technicolor verse)- this is a more established Team Red. This verse is an off-shoot of the DFV and the two might be read together in some places (if people want to, I don’t mind folks picking and choosing things from the verses to create their own kind of universe/canon for these guys), but they are not the same.

For example, DFV Matt would not trust Brett or reveal his identity for even a second and DFV Wade categorically hates the police.

Dreamcoats Peter is also much more in-tune with himself, more independent, and much more involved in vigilantism than DFV Peter. Dreamcoats Peter is rocketing towards having issues with authority. Dreamcoats Matt is a little more manic and a little more reckless and silly than DFV Matt. Dreamcoats Wade is also a bit sillier and perhaps even aloof than his DFV counterpart.

In the Dreamcoats verse, the team is more of an equal partnership between all members. They all feed each others’ bad habits and they all push and shove with less regard for a given age or family-type of hierarchy.

Inimitable - this is an old, well-worn Team Red which has suddenly been opened up to new members and is sorting through that.

The members of the Inimitable Verse Team Red are:

Peter

Matt

Wade

Dave (the good Daredevil copycat, see Inimitable for the 2 bad daredevil copycats)

Angel/Little Spidey (the first spiderman copycat Peter encounters)

Louis (the second spiderman copycat, Angel’s friend)

Miles (Miles is the most recent addition to the team and is classified as a copycat for now)

Inimitable Peter is ten years older than the other Peters. He’s jaded and grumpy, but also hopeful and extremely dynamic. He’s just about perfected the Spiderman persona, so he’s charming and handsome and silly and fucking stupid; he’s got a knack for leadership that he carefully ignores. The problem Inimitable Peter currently has is that he struggles with a lot of internal issues. He’s perfectly fine, great even, as Spiderman, but he doesn’t know how to translate those values into being Peter Parker.

Inimitable Matt is a fucking ridiculous human being. He’s kind of thrown a lot of his dark, edginess to the wind and decided that being hideously enthusiastic and overzealous in everything he does is more his style (peak drama queen, if you will). He’s more stable and mature than the other Matts and he’s much more domestic as well (mostly because he and Fogs are in a much better/more mature relationship than the other Matts and Foggys)

Inimitable Wade is actually quite mysterious. He’s a little less predictable than the other Wades and more impulsive and explosive. He spends more time doing his thing off Team Red than on it. He’s extremely protective and doting with Peter, but he also loves nothing more than to piss Pete off and annoy him. Inimitable Wade and Matt have a casually contentious relationship, but only they can fuck with each other. The second someone else tries to, they both leap to the others’ defense. This Wade is very fond of Little Spidey and small children.

Anyways, that’s the big characterization stuff. I hope that helps, anon!