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inej-ruination-ghafa · 2 years ago

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LOVE YOU ANYWAY - C.A

Pairing: Cassian Andor x gn!reader

Summary: you had been by cassians side since he had arrived on the planet but when he went missing for a month you gave up on him. now he's back and wants to make up for it

Warnings: arguments, mentions of blood, fighting, scars, trauma, kissing, sadness, allusions to sex, wrongful imprisonment

Wordcount: 2.5k

tell me every terrible thing you did and let me love you anyway

You had never expected to be the person who waited around for a man to come back but ever since Cassian had vanished when the empire came looking for him, you had been waiting for him to come home.

Every day you woke up in his home with his mother, a sickening feeling in your stomach as you wondered what could be happening to him. Maarva had invited you to stay with her in the home after he had left as she was getting sicker every day and needed someone to stay with her at all times.

You had known the Andor ever since you met when he was just a young teenager and the three turned up on the planet. Maarva trusted you with her life and you felt the same way.

Cassian meant everything to you, he was your best friend, your confidante and the man you had always been in love with. Ever since you were little kids, that smile on his face had drawn you in and even though you knew he didnt feel the same way, you always stuck by his side.

And now you were waiting in his home for him to come back. The rain poured down heavy on the windows and you were making Maarva a pot of tea when you heard a knock on the door.

You’re entire frame tensed up and you rushed to the door, hand resting on the blaster in your holster and you tried to figure out what to do. You leaned closer to the door, eye peeking through the hole in the door as you tried to see who it was; ever since Cassians escapade, the security had increased and they were constantly wary that you and Maarva were plotting something.

You opened the door when you saw who it was and Cassian stumbled into the room, “Since when do you lock the door?” He questioned, not even wondering why you were at his house so late at night.

Your heart was pounding in your chest as you looked at him, brows furrowed as you tried to figure out why he had come back and where he had been. He had shaved his beard off, leaving a light trail of stubble behind and his eyes seemed sadder than they had before. He looked like he had been through hell and back and you didnt know what had happened but every instinct in your body told you to hold him tight.

You just stood there as he walked in, looking at his mother as she sat on the sofa, “I’m sorry Cass, you cant stay here. Its not safe. There’s troopers everywhere now,” Maarva explained and you walked over, looking at the two.

You had never felt like you were intruding before but now as you stood there in his house, there was an awkward tension.

“The troopers got here fast,” Cassian stated, looking around.

You shook your head, thinking back to the day that the troopers bolted into Maarvas house where you were waiting for him. They had ransacked his entire room and the house, looking for some indication as to where he was and you werent going to tell them even if it meant that they killed you.

“They came the next day, kicked out pre-mor and took over the hotel. Ferrix is under imperial authorities,” you said, words spitting out like venom.

He turned to look at you. You seemed just as stressed out as he felt, bags under your eyes as you wrapped your cardigan closer around you. He wondered what had happened after he had left you to fend for yourself but he knew you were okay.

“You shouldn’t be here Cass,” you said, an almost bitterness to your voice. You had been the one to pick up the pieces after his mistake had done this to your city and to the peopl you cared about.

“I’m not going to ask what you’ve been doing but you need to think about this,” Maarva said, noticing the tense air in the room.

She had always thought that you and Cassian would be something one day but as you both stood here, you trying to conceal your anger towards him for the sake of diplomacy and him trying to hide his yearning for you after all the time apart she didnt know what to think.

“Someone turned me in,” Cassian said, almost spitting out the words as he turned to you.

“It wasnt me,” you said under his inquisitorial gaze and even though that’s not what he meant by looking at you, the damage had been done, ”It was Timm,” there was a shock on his face at the fact that one of his friends would be capable of doing something like that, “No point stewing over it, the corpus killed him when they were coming after you,”

Instinctively, your hand reacted up to your face, finger brushing over your temple and it was only now that he noticed a new scar there, deep and ragged and it sent an ache through his chest. There was so much guilt weighing down on him for what he did to the city of Ferrix but even more about what he did to you.

“The imperials are here to say,” Maarva said, interrupting the look between the two of you.

“You don’t have to worry about that, we’re getting out of here,” Cassian said as he crouched in front of his mother before turning to look at you, “All of us,”

You scoffed, “All of us?” You questioned and he nodded, looking at you with a smile.

“We can go anywhere we want. I got lucky and I scored enough credits to get us anywhere. We can leave this mess behind and we can go tonight,” he said, looking between you and Marva with a boyish smile that you hadnt seen in a very long time, “I can make it happen, it’s gonna be different now,”

You shook your head in disbelief, “That’s where you’ve been? Running around with what, smugglers? Mercenaries?” You questioned, scoffing as all the anger finally came out after over a month of worry for him.

“Let’s not argue now,” he said, brows furrowed and his smile falling from his face. He hadn’t released how mad you were at him and it took him aback.

“Its a lot to take in, you surprises me,” Maarva said with a shaky breath, looking away from the two of you.

He shook his head, “What am I thinking? Its late. You get some rest and we can talk tomorrow okay,” he said, a smile on his face as he watched his mother get out of her chair, patting her hand on his cheek before walking off into the bedroom.

When she left, he turned to you, brow furrowed as he started stalking closer towards you. You flinched when his hand came up, the coarse pad of his thumb brushing across the scar on your temple.

You couldn’t even meet his gaze as he looked at you with such an intense look. That intense side of Cassian used to make your stomach flip but now you just felt guilty, guilty for your little outburst and guilty that you hadnt been able to help him.

“You’ve been hurt,” he whispered, his voice breaking slightly at the end. That’s what made you turn to look back at him, eyes fluttering open as you looked into hs eyes. They were sad, a deep crease between his brows as he looked at you intently.

“Its nothing,” you said, stepping away from him, his hand falling from your face. You didnt want to think back to that day.

When he had been on the run, they had started to ransack Maarvas apartment. You aw it happening and pushed through the crowd and that’s when the fight with the pre-mor employees had started. You had barely done anything wrong before he was hitting you round the head with the but of his gun, knocking you to the floor before dragging you across the gravel in front of the angry residents of Ferrix.

Cassians hand grabbed your wrist before you could move too far away from him, stopping you from going anywhere and breaking you out of your thoughts.

“You’ve been hurt,” he repeated, this time an anger in his voice and it wasn’t focused on you, it was aimed towards the person who had done it.

“Let go of me Cass,” you said, the nickname still there even though you were mad at him. You shook your wrist free of his grip and stepped so your back was to him, hands coming up to your shoulders as you hugged youself.

“What happened when I was gone?” He questioned and you scoffed like the last month could be explained in a simple sentence.

“What happened? Ive been looking after your mother, I’ve been looking after this town and you’ve been running around doing maker knows what and I’m bored of having to pretended its okay!” You exclaimed.

He just stood there, almost shrinking in on himself as he listened to you. He had never thought about the effect that his absence wold have on you.

“I cant leave Ferrix,” you stated.

He shook his head at your statement, confused as to why, “Its not safe here,” he stated, eyes trailing up your cheek to the jagged wound there again, a pang of guilt seeping through his chest.

“You cant stay here,” you said and he knew what you were suggesting. You wanted him to leave you and Maarva there and be free but he couldn’t imagine that life without you.

“Ill be worried about you all the time,” he said and now you could see the tears brimming in his eyes at the idea of him leaving you.

You sighed, pursing your lips together in an ettempt to hold back your tears from spilling over your waterline, “That’s what love is Cass,” you said.

He furrowed his brows at your statement and that’s when you knew it was now or never. The words were spilling out before you even had the chance to stop them, “I love you Cass and I always have so when you run away and act like a child and leave me to pick up the piece, its not okay,” you explained, chest heaving and heart pounding as you finally admitted it, “The people here need me,”

“I love you too-” he started to sat, walking closer to you.

You backed up, eyes brimming with tears as you helped your hands out like it would top him getting away closer, “No, I love you,” you stated, words getting quiet as your never got the better of you.

It was like Cassian andor had been hit by a meteor. The entire world froze and he just looked at you with wide eyes, not sure how to respond to that. You had been his rock ever since you had met and when he was on Aldhani, you were really the only thing that was getting him through it.

His body was pulling him towards you like a magnet and in a matter of seconds, his lips were pressed forcefully against yours and after a second off shock, you kissed back, hands entangling themselves into his hair.

You had been dreaming of this moment since your were a little kid and now you had it and you werent going to let go of him. He pulled away, hand caressing your skin, “And I love you too, and that’s why you’re coming with me,” he said, mumbling into your lips and you nodded.

That's all you needed as confirmation to pack up your things snd finally escape. You had wanted to leave and now nothing was holding you back. Sure, you'd both be worried about maarva but you'd come and visit one day once you'd built your future together.

Less than a month later, you woke up in the bed on Niamos. It was a small beach planet that you and Cassian were basically honeymooning on and you realised that you’d never been so at peace before as wrapped up in his arms.

“We have to get up,” he muttered into the skin of your neck, pressing a kiss to the mark he had left the night before.

You groaned, grabbing onto his hands that rested on your bare abdomen, “Five minutes Andor,” you begged and he chuckled into your neck, brushing your hair out of your face before turning you so you had to look at him.

“I have to get us breakfast,” he said and you rolled your eyes as you watched him pull away from you, bare chest

Your breath hitched in your throat as you thought back to the previous night and he smirked as he pulled a shirt over his head, turning to look at you as you pulled on your bottom lip with your teeth.

“Ill get food and then we can spend the rest of day in bed baby,” he said, walking over and muttering some nickname in Kenari. You knew it was a term of endearment from the way it fell soft from his tongue and then he pressed a kiss to your cheek before walking to the door.

“Ill come with you, just give me a minute,” you said before getting changed, following him out of the door.

You walked through the sunny beaches and smiled at Cassian, his hand enveloped in yours. You had never been as happy as you were in this moment and little did you know it was all about to be taken away from you.

“Ill go look at the menu then Ill be back out,” you said, pressing a kiss to his cheek before walkig into the restaurant, aa smile on both of your faces.

Cassian looked around. He had never been this happy before and it was all because of you. He couldn’t believe it had taken him this long to tell you how he felt but now that he had you, you werent going to be going anywhere.

That’s when he was encountered by a K2 droid, snapping him out of his daydream of a future with you as he was accused of being involved in rebel activity. He tried to protest but it was no use because the next thing that happened was him being pulled away and knocked to the floor.

Ypu walked out, a smile on your face as you held two paper menus up but your smile fell from your face when you realsied you couldn’t see him. Your heart skipped a beat when you saw him being dragged away by a K2 droid and you started to rush forward before a local grabbed you.

You turned and looked back at her, “Your boyfriend is gone, you will be gone too if you go,” she tried to convince and by the time you managed to escape, he was nowhere to be found.

You had lost everything you'd ever had in a second and you were going to search every inch of the galaxy for him. Every inch.

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katebisxop · 3 months ago

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— 𝔩𝔢𝔱'𝔰 𝔤𝔢𝔱 𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔬𝔴𝔫 ''

𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠

𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠

BEWARE OF SPOILERS

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cherryredstars · 1 year ago

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Hello Cherry and congrats for your 1k! <3

My request would be a Miguel one, where he's a thigh lover and when he sees reader wearing a skirt for the first time (usually reader wears pants) and he just can't resist and ask for a thigh job and maybe a quickie <3

1K Prompts

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x gn!reader

Warnings: Reader wears a skirt, NSFW, 18+, Smut with Slight Plot, Thigh Job, Quickie, Unprotected Penetrative Sex, Public Sex, Dirty Talking, Slight Hand Kink. Creampie

Summary: You should wear skirts more often

Word Count: 1.5K (Not Edited)

He doesn’t know what he did to deserve this, but thank fuck.

The moment you had walked out of the bedroom, a flowy skirt exposing your legs for his eyes to devour, he knew he was done for. He could practically feel the stiffening of his pants as he watched you walk, the ends of the skirt swaying with each step. Its a fucking tease the way one side would lift the slightest bit, revealing the smooth skin of your thigh before disappearing behind the fabric again. And the annoyed face you made over your shoulder at him as you complained of his slow pace just made him that much more eager to replace it with a fucked-out expression. It was criminal that you only wore a skirt for a group hangout and never for any of the dates the two of you went on.

So, it was no surprise when Miguel pulled you into his lap as he got comfortable in the booth. You had raised an eyebrow at him which he promptly ignored as he turned to listen to whatever Peter was rambling about. You huffed in annoyance, moving to get off only to have Miguel’s hand press into your lower stomach to hold you in place. A blush had instantly risen on your face as you saw his large hand on your body, your hand hesitantly came up and rested against his. A deeper blush came across your face as you compared hand sizes. It caused Miguel to blow out a chuckle against your ear.

Things had been fine since then. He shifted you on his lap every now and then to hide his boner, which he usually got from having you in his lap, but the two of you mostly basked in the presence of your friends. Until all your friends had decided to leave the table. A song that Jessica, MJ, and you knew by heart start to play through the loud club speakers, causing all of you to perk up. MJ and Jessica didn’t hesitate to pull their husbands out of the booth, excitedly moving to the dance floor. You had begun to follow them, only to have Miguel land both of his hands onto your thighs and keep you in place.

You were about to complain, only for all the air to escape your lungs as his hands trailed higher up. You nervously turned to him as he started to spread your thighs the slightest bit. From the shift of position, you could feel his erection still at the ready for your attention. As he pushed on the small of your back to get you up against the table you turned to him and scowled.

“Miguel. What are you doing?” You hissed as his hands went down to pull down the zipper of his pants. He fished into his pants for a second, his hand returning with his leaky cock.

“You look so pretty in that skirt, mi vida.” He mumbled in response as he repositioned you onto his lap again.

A soft gasp left you as you felt his cock slide against your underwear. He wasted no time leaning back and pressed your thighs against either side of his dick. He groaned at the feeling, keeping his hands to the side of your thighs as he subtly began to thrust upwards. A startled whimper left you as you grabbed onto the edge of the table to stop you from falling forward with his movements. One of your hands falls on top of his and you claw at it.

“M-Miguel,” You whisper out, leaning back against him as he squeezes at your thighs and speeds up his thrusts the tiniest bit. Both of you moan when he shifts his hips so he rubs perfectly against you. “We’re in public!”

He only grunts out in response as he continues his demonstrations. His heavy breathing hits against your ear as he tries to dampen his noises. A slight sweat starts to build on his skin that sticks your back to his front. Another surprised noise leaves you when he suddenly leans forward and presses your stomach against the table to deepen his thrusts.

“Skirt’s covering ‘verything. Feel s’good baby.” He slurs against your ear as he feels his peak coming. When you look down, you can see the rising and falling of your skirt as his tip hits against it. A damp spot is over the area, stained with his precum.

Your hand moves to press onto the area, timing it perfectly to when Miguel thrusts upwards. It does him in, a deep groaning leaving as he hits your hand and the damp spot grows with his cum. You can feel it fall to your thighs, a whimper leaving your mouth as the stickiness warms your skin. Miguel’s labored breathing is still pressed against your ear, his hands moving up to wrap around your waist.

“Are they done dancing?” Miguel mumbles against your shoulder. For a second you're confused, not quite comprehending what he means. Nonetheless, your eyes scan the dance floor before falling onto your friends. They’re still having fun despite the song changes.

When you shake your head, a pleased growl leaves Miguel before he’s standing you up. It’s a tight fit between the table and Miguel, but it doesn’t last long as he readjusts your skirt and tucks himself back into his pants. With his hands still around your waist, he guides you out of the booth and towards the bathrooms. A deep blush mars your cheeks as you feel his release drip down the side of your leg. You are a thousand times thankful that it’s too dark for anyone to see clearly.

The tension builds as Miguel pushes you into the gender neutral bathroom and locks the door. His brooding figure takes you and lifts you onto the sink counter, finding his way in between your spread legs. A satisfied groan leaves his mouth when he lifts your skirt and finds the remains of his come on your thighs. He trails his finger through it, smearing it more on your skin and collecting some on his finger. WIthout asking, you open your mouth and wait for him to place his finger on your tongue. When he does, you eagerly suck off his cum and the tiniest moan vibrates against his digit.

A pleased smile covers his mouth as he mumbles out a ‘that’s my good baby’ before his hands are pulling your underwear off. A damp spot marks where your crotch was, and Miguel holds it up to his nose with a moan before stuffing it into his pocket. You swat his shoulder with a giggle, the noise quickly dying out as he pushes his pants down to his thighs. Your mouth suddenly runs dry at his still hard cock as he fists it with sharp strokes as he studies your naked sex.

With his unoccupied hand, Miguel collects your arousal and spreads it against your hole, watching the way his finger preps you for him. Your hips instinctively push into his hand, a whine for more leaving you. Miguel tsks at your impatience, but steps closer to line himself up. His angry head circles your entrance, teasing you as he pushes it against your opening without the needed force to penetrate. A frustrated noise leaves you, and you buck your hips up to try to sink him inside you.

A heavy moan fills the bathroom as he thrusts all the way in at the same second. A loud ‘fuck’ rips out of Miguel’s mouth as he sinks in deep. You’re warm and tight around him, driving his mind crazy as he doesn’t waste a second pulling out and pushing back in hungrily. You try to fall into him as his thrusts spread unbearable pleasure through you, but he pushes you back. A displeased noise sounds from the back of your throat as your body gets put into a crunch-like position.

A satisfied noise leaves Miguel, getting the perfect view of his cock slipping in and out of you with your face in his peripheral vision. Your mouth is dropped open as heavy pants and soft noises escape and your hole sucks him in every time he pulls back. He keeps his hand pushed against your stomach to keep you in place and so he can feel the tell-tale tensing of your orgasm build. Your legs begin to shake and your hand comes to grab onto his arm as your back arches. A strangled grunt comes from Miguel as he feels you tighten with your release.

He isn’t far behind, filling you up with a thick warmth that has you on the verge of sobbing. The both of you take your time to calm down and regain your breathing. Miguel finally pulls out with a sharp hiss, watching as his release drips out of you and wetting your already soaked skirt. A triumphed glow radiates from him as he helps you sit up, his hand holding yours as his other pats down your hair the best he can. He holds onto you extra tight as you try to stand up, stumbling slightly from the ache under your skirt.

“Can I have my underwear back now, Migs?” You giggle once you finally get stable footing and watch as Miguel is about to leave the bathroom. Miguel only turns back to you with a raised eyebrow and shakes his head.

“No. Text the girls we’re leaving. I’m not done with you and that skirt yet.”

Wasn’t sure what to make the reader’s gender since it didn’t say, and girls and guys and the nons could all wear skirts!! So I’m sorry for the detail-lacking smut.

#cherry's requests🍒#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel ohara x you #spiderman 2099 x reader #spiderman 2099 x you #atsv miguel #across the spiderverse #spider man 2099 #miguel o hara #miguel ohara #miguel o'hara smut #spiderman 2099 #marvel smut #cherry's specials!🍒

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creamecafe · 7 months ago

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Dating MCU!Peter Parker HCs

Pairing: MCU!Peter Parker x GN!Reader (No pronouns used)

Warnings: none just fluff and suggestive themes but nothing explicit, mostly allusions.

Before finding out he's Spider-Man

Sweetest boyfriend to exist

He loves you crazy much

Golden retriever vibes (More like Brown Retriever because of his hair but you get the point)

Doesn't know what to do with PDA

You guys could be dating for a month or a year and he still doesn't know whether to hold your hand or put your hand around your waist

Loves building Legos with you

Study dates are a must have for him

After finding out he's Spider-Man

Finding out he was Spider-Man was a huge roller coaster

I mean him hiding a secret from you that he's Spider-Man? Not a chance in the world could he cover it up.

The poor boy couldn't even hide that he had the hugest crush on you since Kindergarten

Aunt May loves you. Like a lot

She would let you sleep over if you had no place to go.

Gives you food, drives you and Peter around, basically treating you like she would treat Peter

Jokes about you and Peter doing something naughty

"Oh I'm so sorry, I should've knocked. What are you guys up to?"

"Hi Aunt May, we're just studying

"Oh alright, if you're going to be "studying", make sure you use protection. I could go to the store right now to get you some condoms."

"Aunt May!"

Being awesome friends with Ned, MJ, and Betty (Flash tries to act like a friend but is only nice to Peter because your dating him)

Flash would hit on you even though you gave multiple signs that your not interested in him

Peter just gets worried that he's not enough for you.

He's insecure of how much money he has, if your bored of him, etc.

But you always tell him you love him and don't care how much he has

Sharing playlists with him on Spotify is love language to him (No premium, but that's ok because you guys have memorized the ads to keep you guys entertained)

Upside down kisses makes him weak (or is it the blood rushing to his head when's he upside down?)

Swings around New York with you to help ease stress or to spend time with you

Talks about you a lot to the Avengers and especially Tony

Could never forgive himself if you ever got hurt or Worse

But you assure him nothing will happen to you

He's such a aftercare sweetie

Gives you water, snacks and hugging you close

Praises you saying you did a good job and if he did anything that you didn't like or what he could do better

Loves discussing about the future with you

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spiderthesenutz · 1 year ago

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Could you write about maybe Pavitr being with someone and the group being shocked he has a partner. Like:

Miles: wait wait wait- you have a partner? And they aren't a version of Gwen or MJ?

Pavitr Prahbakar x gn! Reader

Introducing you to the spider community

Definitely wanted to show off that he was part of a powerful group to you

He was like:

“Wanna meet my friends?”

AND THE FRIENDS ARE DIFFERENT VERSIONS OF HIM

Miguel wasn’t happy you were brought

“They arent a spider-variant”

And you’re like:

“Pavitr who is this less cooler version of you?”

Gets you to meet miles and Gwen

I can just imagine them both being like:

Pavitr: this is my awesome partner Y/n! *does jazz hands*

Y/n: sup guys gals and they’s!

Miguel: *opens his moth to object*

Miles: *interuppts Miguel* cool so are you a MJ? Or a Gwen?

Y/n: neither!

Miles and Gwen: AWESOME SAUCE!

Y’all just vibe whilst you’re there

You play a game where you guess the spider variants names and he tells you if you’re right

Miles and Gwen play with you

You swap socials with Gwen

“I need a new wardrobe, and I LOVE your fashion y/n!”

“And I need more friends so this will work out!”

Lifts his mask up to give you a kiss before getting ready to leave aka setting up the portal

Miguel comes over to you and spouts nonsense about how people connected to Spider-Man are always in danger and basically tried to intimidate you into breaking up with him

So you step through the portal and stick both your middle fingers up at him before disappearing

#across the spiderverse #across the spiderverse x reader #pavitr prabhakar x reader #pavitr prabhakar

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crimsonbubble · 1 year ago

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Miguel smol shy!innocent!wife!reader fills my mind♡

She crochet cute things for Miguel like, PINK CUTE THINGS FOR HIM TO WEAR, and if she sees that he is not using them she will make that cute cry baby face and Miguel will immediately rush to wear any of the cute things to make her happy:3

cw. fluff, gn!reader, miggy being love sick, slightly suggestive at the end *not proofread, just pure brainrot

[ABSOLUTELY LOVE THE REQS FOR MIGGY X WIFE!READER]

yknow like those leaf sprout things you can attach onto headphones?

yea reader making matching ones for everyone

everyone gets a designated colour bc yes

miguel is red, peter is mint green, miles is maroon, gwen is powder blue, pav is golden yellow, hobie is violet, jess is navy, mj is apricot

mayday gets a headband with a light orange sprout

I can imagine reader seeing the headphones still in the box that they gave to him and getting pouty

miguel always reassures you that he does in fact use them just not that often

at least seeing the kids wear them makes them happy

internally he's bawling his eyes out bc you're just so cute with the little things you do and make and it makes his heart swell

it makes his dick swell too but let's save that for another hc post 🤭🤭

#bubbly speaks <3 #ash answers #bubbly writes <3 #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara smut #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader smut #miguel o'hara imagines #miguel o'hara imagine #miguel o'hara headcanons #miguel o'hara x gender neutral reader #miguel o'hara x y/n #spiderverse x you #spiderverse x reader #spiderverse #spiderverse x y/n

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ultimate-spiderman-stuff · 9 months ago

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Web-Warriors x gn!reader headcanons please? How would they react when they'd befriend reader and then realize they have a crush on them?

Peter

Peter met you in school

He got assigned to sit next to you in history

You were drawing,not really paying attention to the class

He kinda was just tapping his pen awkwardly trying to think of a good conversation starter

Ends up blurting out something really randome like:

'Hey, did you know that barnacals have the largest dicks relative to their size?'

He practically dies inside

He hurriedly tries to back track,stumbling over his words

Then you just look up from your drawing,raising an eyebrow at him, nodding slowly

Peter just stays quiet for half the period then he decides to ask what your drawing

You turn the sketch book around to show him Darth Vader

Cue to both of you fangirling over Star Wars

After a while you guys started hanging out at breaks with Harry and MJ

The both of you have the kind of friendship where you'll say randome facts about stuff completely out of then blue

Finally the team gets so annoyed with the constant yapping that they don't bother asking Peter if he likes you, they tell him

You already knew you like him but was just waiting for the right time to ask him out

The next day after class you both confess at the same time

It was really awkward but wholsome

So you start dating

Flash

He met you at the gym

You were doing weights and he offered to spot for you

You gladly accepted his offer and you guys clicked instantly

At first he thought it would be a one time thing, but the next time he was there he saw you and instantly came over

Soon you both were sharing opinions of different artists to listen to,and walking home together

Soon he asked you out

You went out for smoothies

Miles

You were from the Red Room and was recently taken into SHIELD

SHIELD had given you some Red Dust so you were free from the Red Room

Miles had come over to hangout with you in the cafeteria and was currently talking your ear off about Ghostbusters

As annoying as his constant banter was the plot was quite interesting

You were always getting into fights with everyone but you found him just that little bit more tolerable

Miles also liked hanging out with you even though you frightened him a bit

But after awhile he began to not really be bothered by you

Soon he decided to ask Peter for some advice on what he was feeling

Peter wasn't quite his best decision to go to cos Peter is practically clueless in that category

But after a lot of researching and Google saying he was going to die of a heart condition, both of them found the answer

Ge was in love with you

Ot was a very sweet confection, the poor boy was so nervous

You had no idea about dating

But everything eventually worked out

Amadeus

He met you at SHIELD

And yes you were 13 the same age as Amadeus

You were a botanist like your parents so you were able to work in the labs

Amadeus might be the 7th smartest person in the world but plants were just not his thing

So when he found some new plant based material on patrol he asked you for help

It turns out he wasn't as much as a prick as everyone else said he was

But he was still annoying

After a couple of days he was becoming a bit less of a dick then before

After a couple of weeks the prodject was finished

He kept on finding reasons to go back to your lab and the relationship began

None of you guys actually said it, it kinda just happened

So like who knows you could just be really good friends who shares a lab and custody of a goldfish

Ben

Scarlet was on patrol when he saw a creepy dude with a gun go into the cafe you were working at

By the time he got there he saw you judo flip the guy

So he just sat back and watched the show

Once you were done with him, he webbed the guy up, staring at you suspiciously

'What? Did ya think I couldn't protect myself just because I have no powers?' You asked

'Did I say that, punk?' He muttered, glaring harder

You rolled your eyes at his attitude, giving him a hot chocolate

Once he left he had to say you peeked his interest

So when aunt May was having a bit of trouble finding where to go to for lunch he suggested the cafe you worked at

May noticed that he was staring at you more than he did at other people so made sure to go there more often

Sometimes he even goes there without May

He begins to go there almost every day so that he can see you

He starts to talk to you and and become somewhat friends

After awhile he confide in May

She was so excited that he was interested in someone

So when he decided to confess he was a blushing mess

You got what he was getting at and said yes

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ain't no love; pt. 5

"that's why i said ain't no love" (finale)

— miles g morales x gn!reader series

SERIES SUMMARY: Miles G Morales is just a kid without a father; the Prowler is just a "rotten" vigilante. Both of them start coming into your life — one in the middle of the semester, and the other by total accident.

SERIES MASTERLIST 📼 ← PART 4 / PART 5 / EPILOG. →

chapter summary: [MULTI-POV] Miles has been a ghost, so you decide to do your own digging. Your answer might have just found you first.

content/warnings: graphic depictions of violence and injury grieving, death

word count: 8.7k (WHAT)

a/n: hey 😁 there's gonna be a teeny tiny epilogue after this one but this is the official end to aint no love! thanks to @/qiuweyballs forever for proofreading this series wouldn't exist without him 🙏

"I need that edit by 3pm, Watson!"

"Got it."

Even if the office was filled with the constant clack of keyboards, or desk phones ringing, or even Jameson himself barking right by her ear — as he was right now — MJ still had to keep up her persona. Agreeable, non-confrontational, all part of company protocol. There was no time for personal opinions or rebuttals, other than Jameson's; she was sure everyone would start coming in tin hats if it meant keeping their jobs.

"You're falling behind, you know," he continued as she quickly clicked off of the email she was working on. "Going to that school fair of yours set you at least a week behind!"

"It was one afternoon, sir. And I'm all caught up, the edit's not due until—"

"The edit is due when I say it's due. You out of all people should understand how things work around here by now. Get it done!"

The man sauntered off without much opportunity for her to reply, a cup of coffee crumpling between his fingers that he probably had yet to take a sip of. The poor intern that had made it would be the next to get an earful when he did try it, she was sure. Too much sugar! Not enough milk! Did you make this with your eyes closed? she recalled. MJ had heard it all by now.

Jameson didn't really have the gall to fire her — she knew that at the very least. The article could wait, however. Visions was yet to release a statement about their fired teacher, and the article would just look like all their other ones — speculatory and clickbait-y with not very much actual information. The Sinister Six ones certainly did well though, always on their broadcasts and the front of their website. Even NNC didn't have as much notoriety as the Bugle did with its less-than skeptical audiences.

The Visions student, right. With a few pasted links and a couple attachments, along with a lackluster "Good luck!" tacked on the end, she hit send. Good to know kids still have dumb email addresses.

She didn't take being abandoned a second time at the fair personally, really — everyone was fifteen once — but she couldn't help but wonder what had happened. It was almost imperceptible, but she knew when a smile looked off. There was something noticeably different about you when you had come back.

"MJ, uh, can I get your business card by any chance?"

"You know what a business card is?" she had joked, but it hadn't done much to ease the discomfort. "Yeah, sure. Contact me if you need anything."

"Yeah, thanks."

You'd asked for articles. Specifically on the Chameleon, and on the recent Prowler activity. You hadn't told her much, just that you needed help compiling some information for school. Some... presentation. MJ wasn't sure whether it was a lie or not, but it was all publicly available information anyhow.

You'd also wanted any information on Visions "teacher", Garrett East. His arrest had been for identity theft, and nothing more. Not many had reported on it as of yet, given he was detained so recently, but you were an insider. He had apparently been your calculus teacher, and the man that he had stolen the identity of had supposedly gone missing a few months before Garrett returned in his place. At least, that's all she had of her article. Maybe it wasn't the best idea to send it to a random high school student before her own boss, but it also wasn't like the man had any real idea what went on in his company. It was a wonder they managed to get through the quarter.

It was just a favour for someone nice she'd met. Maybe it'd repay her in some way in the future, most likely not. Regardless, she couldn't help but smile a little when she noticed her phone light up, a "thank you" text under your name. If only she actually had a work phone number, and it wasn't just her regular one. Visions students making connections already, it seemed.

The time on the screen was 2:41pm. She was met face to face with her wallpaper once again — a low-lit picture of her and a brown-haired man with glasses, the two of them smiling, red faced and dressed like their college selves. Peter Parker, her fiancé. They were holding those terrible beers he'd sworn by. He was a photographer, but this was one of the only pictures he'd taken of them together. It was shot on a bite-sized digital camera they'd bought for college, but never ended up using much. Now, it was all she really had.

Maybe the Chameleon really had come back when Peter had gone missing. Maybe it had something to do with you, with Visions

You probably already had a lot on your plate. And so did she. If she had anybody to chase, it was Otto Octavius. He'd offered Peter an internship in Manhattan. She'd never seen the man herself, only heard from him how good of a person he was, how this was going to get him a job and that it'd be good for them. That he'd finally get some use out of his degree and get to pursue science instead of taking "crummy" pictures for the Bugle. That they could save up for their wedding, and...

That was in Manhattan. The disappearances now were in Brooklyn. And even then, it was coming close to a year since he had disappeared.

She was always running in circles, at the command of an old man with a head too big for his body.

2:43pm. MJ turned off her phone, sliding it into her pocket.

Better get this edit finished.

2:43pm. Wednesday.

Ideally, with a couple days off of school, you would probably be at home, or maybe even out doing something fulfilling with your life. Maybe you could've even gone somewhere with Miles, if he hadn't up-and-disappeared along with every trace of him.

Your unread messages to him faded to black, leaving you to stare at your own face. Maybe you could've used those extra days to sleep, if it hadn't been for the chilling glow of purple eyes or the melting disfigured face that threatened to materialise everytime you closed your eyes.

What did he even like? Comics that he'd mentioned to you once? Of course he'd want to go to a comic book store with you after you'd made fun of him for seeming to want to deal with criminals himself. If only he'd come save you from Brooklyn Public Library right now. You were certain it couldn't get any more swampy in here with all the Visions students scrambling to do their off-day work right now.

Reading through the reply to a ballsy request you'd given to the Bugle's head journalist, you had a few questions in mind other than the ones concerning your disappearing, sort-of friend. Was all this research really practical? Maybe not. Would it help you sleep to know that the guy that had been teaching you calculus since the start of sophomore year was actually posing as a man that had gone missing months ago?

Another very normal thing that only seemed to happen to you.

Maybe you just attracted bad luck. That girl in your history class had joked about it last year, after you'd bumped into your teacher and every single paper he'd been holding had fallen to the ground in one scattered disaster. She wouldn't let it go, and it appeared that your brain wouldn't either.

Or like that time you went to Oscorp on a visit day and happened to be the only one there, trapped with a shapeshifting monster and the Prowler on the 90 millionth floor of that god-damned tower.

Maybe it was bad luck, or maybe you were cursed — or maybe you just walked into these situations on purpose. Like right now, sifting through years of articles on real criminals, with nothing but a hunch or fifteen.

The Chameleon had been arrested, like Miles had said, eight years ago on accounts of identity theft, much like your "teacher" but also very little like your teacher. According to what you were reading, Dmitri Smerdyakov been dubbed "the Chameleon" for a string of carefully orchestrated take-overs of big companies after impersonating their CEOs. His defence had argued that the big names in these companies were gone because they "wanted to be free of the burden of running their own companies".

You didn't have to be a journalist to make a face at that.

There was no mention of shapeshifting, as you'd seen with Wellston and Stromm. Just a couple lousy identity theft charges that didn't add up to their total amount anyway. This guy had more luck than you'd ever had.

The only other person that had seen any "shapeshifting" happen was Miles, and although he'd seemed surprised, something about his reaction was strange. You couldn't place it, but there was some sort of analytical twinge in his eyes, as if he was solving a math problem and not looking at someone shapeshift for the first time. You didn't know anything, really. Miles seemed like he did, though. If only you could bump into him and wring it out of him. And maybe go buy overpriced comic books with him and forget about the fact that your teacher had been arrested and midterms were coming up and maybe even become actual friends.

If only you were that lucky.

If only it was that easy to move past, as well. The fact that someone that had been involved in disappearances 8 years ago might be mixed up with this, along with the recent uptick in missing people made you feel uneasy. Surely any detective would have put two and two together by now, but remembering the fact that the shapeshifter had turned into a literal police officer dissolved any reassurance that thought might've brought. You were in a public library surrounded by unoptimistic college students, parents with their kids and even some of your own classmates, but the feeling was completely your own, tucked away behind a computer screen and a booked monitor session.

You couldn't be scared, though. You'd already seen probably the scariest thing in your life, kind-of almost died, and been wound up in so much craziness you knew so little about. If only high school had prepared you for researching literal criminals.

"Your 30 minute session is over. You will be logged out shortly."

God damn it.

If only Brooklyn Public Library's computer sessions weren't 30 minutes. You didn't want to log back in anyway, not if someone had booked after you. You could go back home, the library had just been an excuse to get out, really. Not that you'd made a whole new email and signed in as a guest on the computer. Not that you were paranoid.

Picking up your bag and checking your messages one last time you made a beeline for the exit. Well, less of a line and more of a strange obstacle course through the swarm of people. And of course you had to knock into someone. Just your luck.

"Hey, sorry," you mumbled, hands raising just a little in apology. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah..." The person dusted themself off a little with a frown, before looking up to meet your eyes.

Rafael?

"Hey, it's you," he realised, eyes widening as if he'd just gotten lucky.

Out of all places...

"I... gotta go."

"No, no, wait. I need you to do something."

Of course you do.

"I really don't have the time," you whispered back, as he caught up to your advance towards the doors.

"Uh, hey, listen... You talk to Miles, right? Like, he's your friend?"

"Yeah...?" No...? You weren't even sure at this point.

"Uh, look, I need you to tell him something..."

"What, you're in love with him?" you spat, finally looking at him again. "Cause it seems like it. You're always talking about him. Always talking to me about him."

"What?! No the f*ck I'm no—"

A much louder "shhhhhh!" got your attention. The librarian didn't look too pleased. Neither did any one of the people who turned to look at you.

"I'm not gay, man!"

So, the two of you were now out on the street as Rafael defended his sexuality with nothing but exasperated hand gestures.

"I didn't say that."

"Okay, well I'm not. Damn, why are you acting weird for?"

"Your face is red."

"I'm black!"

"That melanin isn't doing anything for you."

"Shut the f*ck up!"

You rolled your eyes, hiding the way the corners of your mouth were starting to lift with a deep exhale. The poor guy was not very discreetly checking his face right now with the back of his hand.

"What, then? What did you wanna say to him so bad?" you asked, instantly making him retract his hand from his cheek.

"Forget it."

"No, tell me. You got us all the way out here for no reason?"

He gave you a look, before promptly looking away, mumbling something under his breath.

"Didn't hear that." That made him groan loudly. It was akin to a petulant child, if not a few octaves deeper.

"I'm... sorry."

Huh?

"You're... sorry?" you repeated, making him let out a huff.

"Look, I..." Rafael met your eyes again, his narrowing uncomfortably. There was something strange in his expression. "My mom's missing. I dunno who to tell. I know I messed up and I... I get it now. I get it. The thing with his dad."

Oh sh*t.

Remorse. That was what you were seeing in his eyes. Or maybe regret. Neither you thought you'd ever see from him.

"Tell him I'm sorry. Or don't. Whatever," Rafael muttered, kicking a bottle cap on the ground until it skittered to a halt by a dog, who found interest in it as its owner tried to tug it along the pavement.

"You can't tell him yourself?" you replied, brows furrowing. As bad as you felt, this was a personal matter. You weren't about to be a parrot for the guy that hadn't grown out of his bullying phase.

"You think he'd listen?"

"It's understandable if he doesn't."

"And what if he doesn't come back?"

"Why..." What? "Why wouldn't he come back?"

"I... dunno. Why can't you just tell him?"

Huh. "Why wouldn't he come back, huh?"

Rafael gives you a sort of reserved look, as if he's contemplating whether or not to lie to your face.

"I heard something about him while I was in that office. He's like... withdrawing from the school."

"He's... what?" Withdrawing from the school? Could he even withdraw that fast? "Why?"

"I dunno, damn! Just... forget it. I don't know why I even asked you man."

Rafael turned to leave, a scowl forming on his face.

"Hey," you called out, looking away before he could meet your eyes. He didn't turn around, though.

"What?"

"...I'm sorry about your mom," you managed, before he could go far enough. "I hope they find her."

"Yeah," he muttered, before throwing his hood over his head.

And now your friend, not-friend, study buddy was gone. The only person you kind of got along with at all outside of just one class. Another person missing. Rafael's mom. Maybe you needed to get out of Brooklyn for college. You certainly wouldn't miss the subway all too much, you thought, crammed in-between people.

"Stand clear of the closing doors, please."

As soon as you got out of the station and into the street, you were met with a familiar face among the people passing by. Instead of the Visions uniform, he was in a jacket too big for him, crinkled sweatpants and purple Jordans.

Miles. Calc-wiz. Mr. Disappearing Act. Withdrawn from the school, now in front of you and definitely already getting on your nerves.

He was looking at you, a hint of surprise in his otherwise smoothed-over features.

"Miles?"

"Yeah. Can we... talk?" His cheek dimpled with the awkward half-smile you'd only seen a couple times, but you were so strangely familiar with. You didn't know whether to freak out at him in front of a crowd of people or head home and hope that he didn't follow you.

"...Sure," is what comes out of your mouth.

Just your luck.

"~Ain't no love—" Skip.

"~Ha, sicker than your average—"

"Poppa twist cabbage off instinct..." Skip.

Miles was getting sicker than average of his uncle's playlist. Maybe working in silence was better.

He took out his earbuds, setting them on his mess of a desk and picking up the screwdriver again. Uncle Aaron was busy, "out of town", as his voicemail said. Probably doing something Miles wasn't supposed to be involved in. He'd be back in a day or two, as always. Never in one place too long.

Even for someone so experienced, he knew this was his uncle's first real "vigilante" gig. Uncle Aaron wasn't getting paid, nor was he working under someone trying to solve a cold case Jeff had been involved in with his colleagues. His dad was no detective, but always seemed to want to help out, and the police were getting desperate with all the recent missing person's cases. There was no real pattern, and sometimes people would be returned just fine. That's what the police were hoping for.

Dr. Stromm had disappeared for about 2 weeks, and returned to his normal work at Oscorp. That could be excused for a vacation off of work, for all anyone knew. Wellston, however, was still missing. Probably dead. Just a couple had turned up dead. It was so unpredictable that they all seemed unrelated, but the kinds of people going missing were all of use — scientists, lawyers, bank tellers. Wellston had been getting his PhD while teaching before he went missing. All people of use to the Chameleon.

Whoever his uncle was working for at the same time as all of this likely had no idea. He was probably working for that person right now, even when they had this case to deal with.

Miles had only been up to this after his dad had passed, and he knew he wasn't as polished as Aaron — not after what happened at Oscorp. Those gauntlets couldn't focus their energy, even if they were more powerful and he could charge shockwaves through the air almost instantaneously, and he had bragged about it a little too much when they'd tested it in the garage.

Now, he had faint lines on his skin from the excess heat, and had been taking them apart and rebuilding them for weeks in his room. His visor needed work too. It was way better in depth, but the resolution sucked. Even then, he was sure he could make something better than what his uncle had. Rigorous training wasn't enough to do this sort of work. He had to do his own thing, even if he was taking up the same schtick. Eventually his uncle's beard would gray and he'd have to be the real Prowler.

He was a good guy, after all. Like his uncle, like his dad.

By deduction, the Prowler was a good guy too. But he wasn't the Prowler today. He was Miles. The Miles that had been shouted at for trying to quit school again. The Miles that was fifteen and spent his days off building crappy gear.

Maybe on a day like this he could spend time with other people like he did in middle school. Go to a fast food place, or go to Micah's house to play video games, or hang around in some parking lot and run when he and his friends accidentally set off a car alarm. The sun was setting outside his window now. It felt like those evenings where he was reluctant to be taken home by his dad, after he was at Micah's playing GTA on Micah's older brother's console, laughing and screaming, Micah's sister shouting at them to shut up from the hallway.

Miles puts the visor down, walking up to his window and pushing it open. The air didn't get any warmer around this time of year, a cold wind brushing past his face as he stuck his head out to look at the city below.

Above him was the half-finished mural. A colourful backdrop of red and blue, and purple. His dad's face without the glasses, hat without the logo, the text outline without the actual text.

"Captain Jeff Morales. Husband, Hero, Father," read the ghost of the text.

His dad wasn't missing. There was no hope of him turning up one day, and that he could leave the mural unfinished and paint it over with something else. There was no hope that he'd wake up one night and instead of finding himself grasping at air it would be his mom shaking him awake to tell him his dad had come home.

His dad was dead. His dad was facing him right now and smiling like he did every morning before he left the house. His dad was painted on a brick wall, missing his glasses.

Miles knew he wasn't smiling for him. He was smiling for the city. He was the face of PDNY, captain for half a day alive and for the rest of eternity until Brooklyn forgot him, deceased. The mural had made him feel better when he hadn't been able to leave his own bedroom and decided to get up and start it with his uncle, but now he felt all sorts of emotions swirling through him. Regret, anger, grief, all of it at the same time — only to stop right at his tear ducts, tightening his throat.

He hadn't cried back then; his mom shared the pain of the both of them, even now. Even when they went to his tombstone, she was the only one that had cried as he'd kept a reassuring hand on her back.

Selfish, were the tears that blurred his vision, not heavy enough to roll down his face.

He sat, staring, eyes stinging yet soothed by the moisture. The sun cast a halo around the building, the mural in shadow and the city behind flooded in red-orange light.

"Husband, Hero, Father."

Was he a hero before he was his father? He had painted that himself. He knew his dad was a good guy. Was he a good guy before he was a good dad?

His thoughts were interrupted with the buzz of his phone in his pocket. There was a message on the notification bar, overtaking the text he'd been yet to reply to from his mom.

Are you the miles talking to me right now 1m ago

It was you.

Cause you're acting weird

And you just read my message without taking out your phone

What the...?

no wtf are u talking abt Read 4:51PM

where ru Read 4:51PM

His fingers hovered above the keys, glancing briefly at the gauntlet at his desk.

With a guy that looks exactly like u

You're the real miles right

He wracked his brain for something, anything as he ran back towards his desk.

6 liters per hour Read 4:53PM

What???

Okay calc genius help me out please?????

He let out a breath between his teeth, shoving his gauntlets in his backpack and throwing on his gear haphazardly.

The Chameleon. Becoming him.

I'm at Marge's on moore st

ok just stay there go into the bathroom Read 4:55PM

don't leave til i text u Read 4:55PM

What are u gonna do??? the restaurant is empty

He's gonna look for me

He was acting so weird if that's not u then it's probably chameleon right

So you did believe him about the Chameleon. Or maybe you were the Chameleon and just being incredibly smart. He couldn't be 100% sure. Not like he ever was. Swooping out of his window, he threw his hoodie down to hang off the fire escape stairs before starting to run up the side of his building, shoes vacuuming him to stand horizontally.

probably Read 4:55PM

ur gonna take him outside in a couple min Read 4:55PM

Why???

just trust me Read 4:55PM

ill be there in 3m Read 4:56PM

The sky was now a shade of blue-purple, the reds and oranges dissolving behind the skyline. It was getting dark, and fast.

Okay

Manoeuvering through the maze of buildings with his shoes keeping him a thousand feet from being heard or seen, Miles headed for Moore Street with the little map in his peripheral vision. When he got there, all that welcomed him was a lone street lamp that had yet to turn on, a couple of closed local grocer's and a dimly-lit diner named "Marge", a discoloured space next to it the shape of an "s". Close enough.

Sifting through the modes on his visor, he settled when he saw the outline of two people. One strangely shaped like him and one strangely shaped like you.

He climbed down a little, dimming the lights on his gear completely as he receded into a small alley. The guy definitely looked like him physically. Tall, handsome, standing outside the bathroom, shifting on his toes...? Creasing my Jordans? Seriously?

Oh, yeah he had you to deal with. And himself, apparently.

leave now Read 4:58PM

Miles had about zero idea how to, but he needed to figure it out in about 30 seconds from now.

You made your way out of the bathroom, and he moved to the side of the diner you were closest to from outside to get a better view.

"...Gotta go home..."

"...Lemme walk you..."

As you left the store into the empty street, he could make out the slight twinge of nervousness on your face as you looked around ― probably looking for him and finding nobody.

"Hold on, I gotta text my parents..." You took out your phone, turning yourself a little to obscure the screen.

"Yeah, that's cool." Sounded almost exactly like him. Creepy.

go into that alley on your right and run home Read 5:00PM

Ur kidding

you gotta trust me Read 5:00PM

At that moment, you took one last look at your phone before turning into the alleyway. You were just a couple quick steps into the alley when his doppelganger grabbed yourshoulder.

"What the hell are you doing, Miles?!" you shouted suddenly, trying to pull yourself free, only to be thrown against the wall of the alleyway.

"I'm doing you a favour. You're not going to school anymore," he responded, his tone suddenly flat and nothing like it was a moment ago.

"What are you talking about? I'm just trying to go home."

His doppelganger was now featureless, his face melting away into the blankness Miles still couldn't describe. The panic on your face is visible from yards away. Miles just has to catch him off-guard. Without hurting you. He could do that.

"So you are the Chameleon," you muttered, still trying to pry his hands away as his grip wrinkled your clothes further.

"Ah, so you did figure it out. Excellent." That definitely didn't sound like him anymore. "You were always the most interesting in that class of yours."

"You... You were the one who was at those after-school classes, huh? And at Oscorp. And that... fair." That you were right about. "What the hell is your problem?"

"My problem is that I need a little something from your school, and you seem like the easiest solution."

"Couldn't you do that while you were a teacher? You got that other guy to be arrested in your place. Aren't you done?"

"It looks like you have me all figured out. Except for one small thing."

"What?"

Something glistened by your neck. Sharp. Metal. He had a knife pressed to your throat, the blade just managing to dent your skin.

"You're going to die."

Missing. Sometimes they turned up. Other times they were probably dead. If he didn't figure this out, you were dead already.

"I'm... I kind of figured that too, you know."

"Oh, really? Aren't you something?" There was something like a grin on his face, but it was too misshapen to really tell. "So unaffected. So controlled."

"How do you even... turn into these people? What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Take a guess. An educated guess is always better than nothing." His voice pitched up into Wellston's awkward sing-song, repeating what he used to say in class. Near-perfectly.

"Why are you so sure you won't get caught?"

"That's not an answer, and I can't exactly reveal such things, you know."

"Not even when you're about to kill me?"

"Oh, unfortunately not."

"Go f*ck yourself." That made the man laugh. If he wasn't in this situation right now, Miles might have managed a smile at that.

"Yeah, go f*ck yourself," he muttered, voice being caught half-way into his modulator in a grainy, deep sound.

In an instant, Miles soared above the two of you, foot smashing itself right in the centre of the Chameleon's face, his knife clattering to the floor. As he stumbled back, you got up, taking the opportunity to run, footsteps hard against the pavement.

Suddenly, the Chameleon was stuck between the wall and Miles' knee, steadying himself with his hands against the brick. Miles could make out some kind of morphed look of glee on his face as his clawed hand clamped him to the wall by both sides of his neck. The lips and teeth were starting to form through the flesh, and Miles let the energy build up in the converter as the smile fell into place, cell by cell.

"You don't want to kill me," he stated, simply.

"Pretty sure I do." Miles' claws just scraped at the skin starting to form at his neck. The quiet whirr of his gauntlet starts to become audible.

"You can't kill me. I am everywhere."

If everywhere is right in front of me, I mean...

"I know what you're doing, Dmitri. It ends here."

"I know what you're doing, Prowler."

He finally sees it, what's forming on the man's face. It's him.

"One of my best students, I never would have guessed," he started, grinning wildly, with some sort of overwhemled excitement.

Miles felt his mouth go dry, his face under the mask paralysed as the one staring at him continued to smile.

"The DNA that I retrieved from you is that of... Miles Gonzalo Morales."

It was as if the shockwave forming in his gauntlet slowed with time itself as he came to stare. He was looking at himself. Smiling. Grinning. Crazed. Miles Gonzalo Morales.

"Kill me. I have my assets, and subordinates. They will end you. Your mother, Rio. The hospital she works at. Your uncle, Aaron."

The quiet whirr in his gauntlet faded into silence. He felt his hand retreat, leaving the Chameleon, still posing as Miles, grinning, unblinking, and flat against the wall.

"Oh, you've made a very good choi―"

SLAM!

Metal met with bone, an audible crack following as Miles' clawed fist met the wall, the Chameleon's face smashed between the two.

"You mother... f*cker..." he breathed out, voice choked through the sudden rush of blood, smearing against the wall as he lifted his face from it.

Miles pointed his gauntlet at him again, the whirring renewing itself to a high-pitched scream, light purple expanding between them and tearing through the alleyway like fire.

"Muerto el pollo." (Job done.)

The man's reforming grin was overtaken by the brightness of the blast, energy snapping into one focused point before hurtling through the air, right at the Chameleon.

Miles felt his ears start to ring. His body was lightweight. Airborne.

His back hit something hard, and suddenly the lightness was replaced with an erratic clawing spreading up his arm. The light flickered into sparks that led fire under his sleeve, eating away at his skin. Burning. The blindness faded away, eyes managing to focus. All he could see past the smoke was a figure approaching him, and a hysteric laugh that grew louder and instantaneously changed pitch.

"So confident," is what he could make out through the ringing in his ears that had bled through his head into a sharp, disorienting pain. "I almost thought you had me."

Ripping the burning gauntlet off of himself, he noticed something jammed in the converter as he shook the heat from his arm. Some sort of sabotaging device. He'd had just a few seconds before the burning would've made it past his skin. The Chameleon had planned this.

Looking to his other gauntlet, he noticed the same device, ripping it out before crushing it under his foot. Never twice.

Swallowing back the cough building up in the back of his throat, Miles made a move for the Chameleon, before catching his figure turn left ― running.

Coño. (F*ck.)

Launching himself up, Miles locked onto the man, hurtling through a series of alleyways, fluidly dodging every obstacle in his way as if to waste no time. He could not let him get into a crowd and disappear. This had to end here, even if he had no god damn plan and his uncle was sure to scold him when he got back. He wasn't going to let you or anyone else get killed by this crazy f*ck.

Miles threw himself down into the next alleyway, hearing heavy, fast footsteps, someone approaching in his vision.

Just a little closer.

SLAM!

He threw the Chameleon down onto the ground, noticing he'd already changed appearance.

That face. No, this wasn't the Chameleon.

It was... you. And you were looking right at him. Terrified.

"Please, please let me go," you mumbled, gasping for air in-between words... "I... You're the... Prowler, I― Please― The... That guy's after me and..."

Your head fell against the concrete, an exhausted look in your eyes as you caught your breath.

"Please. I didn't... I didn't do anything. I can keep quiet about you, I haven't told the police anything. About Oscorp. Nothing."

"I know it's you, Chameleon." You would've ran far away by now, he was sure.

"I―I swear I'm not. I'm not him, I don't know how to prove it to you, but... I called my friend for help and... he never came. Please. Please let me go. I don't know where the Chameleon is right now."

Another set of footsteps came towards the both of you.

"I'm right here, Prowler," emerged another voice from the alley.

It was... you?

"Come on. Weren't you looking for me?" the other you continued, half-hidden in shadow. "Come get me."

So the you on the floor... was actually you. And this...

"Please, that's... that's him, you've gotta let me go," the you that was on the ground muttered, exasperated. There was a waver in your voice. In the way your eyes widened looking at him. Almost like confusion.

The Chameleon was right there. Admitting that he was in fact the Chameleon. While he was trying to run away.

"Please," he heard below him, a quiet, desperate whisper in the silence.

You both looked identical. Even though he'd injured the Chameleon, the both of you were unscratched. You both sounded the same too, from what he could decipher. No real way to tell you apart. And his only answer right now felt like a trick.

He kept eyes on the you standing before him, barely making out a face. Something was there, in the way that you looked, the way you stood. Something strange, something he couldn't figure out fast enough to make any decision.

And then, he felt a little pinch. One that suddenly exploded and tore through his flesh, wrangling with every one of his nerves as his body seized. You had lost your scared, desperate expression, your face now distorting along with his vision into that of a smile.

"I understand," a voice started, ringing through his head as if it was everywhere. "You want to help me."

The pain was clawing its way through his body from a point in his leg. He turned his head, noticing the discarded needle beside him. He'd managed to ease his hand just close enough to administer it. You ― no, the Chameleon, lifted himself from the ground, before Miles felt his head spin hard with a kick.

"I admire you, your wit," he called out, letting out a laugh as he started to walk towards you. "Turning against your own savior. Wonderful. Absolutely wonderful."

No, no... There was... there was no way you were working with him. There was no way you...

"You have proven yourself. You'll be better than... than that Garrett fool. I've changed my mind."

Miles rummaged in his utility belt for something, anything. He had no idea what he'd been given, but it was already running through his blood, reaching his brain and poisoning every part of it.

"Your friend over there is going to be unconscious in about half a minute. Why don't you take care of him? I'll be a fool to kill you once you do."

Get up, Miles.

His head throbbed with the sound of your footsteps, each one getting louder and louder. His limbs were weakening. He could barely lift his head.

Get up!

"Dad... Dad? No no no... Get up, get up!"

The gauntlet was slowly slid off of him, now in your hands as his arm fell uselessly onto the ground in front of him.

The gauntlet clipped onto your arm, fingers moving as yours did. He felt the metal claws just scrape his helmet, a faint clink echoing through his skull.

Miles didn't want to look at your face, but he couldn't find it in him to look anywhere else. There was that something from before in your expression that he couldn't quite place, and he still didn't have an answer. It bothered him, for some damn reason. Not the fact that he had his own weapon pointed to his brain as he was losing consciousness. Not the fact that he couldn't move. Not the fact that his last thoughts were about the look on your face and not his mom, or his dad.

Whirrr...

That brightness that the Chameleon had been staring at before was now staring right at him. Overwhelming, blinding, all-encompassing. He felt the faint heat on his skin, as his eyelids grew heavy. Something like warmth in contrast to the cold metal, if just for a second. Something like knowing in your eyes. Something hopeful, saving, loving. Even if just for a second. Even if his brain had made it up to let him succumb.

He wished he could smile, and not be terrified. He wished he could be like his dad, who had smiled.

"Take care of your mom for me, Miles. I ain't gonna be around forever."

And he reached for his helmet. To show you his face, to hope you'd stop once you saw him. He reached, before his arm fell limp beside him once more.

Sorry. I'm so sorry.

"Hey, hello?"

"Hey!"

"Prowler? ...Are you dead?"

God, what did you have to do if he didn't respond...? Breathing, pulse...

"What the..." you heard, before he exploded into a painful-sounding coughing fit, tinged by some kind of voice changer. The Prowler lifted his head, and you could make out az kind of shadow where his eyes were behind the dull, unlit screen. "Huh...?"

"Hey, uh. The... Chameleon..."

Gesturing to the pile on the floor, the Prowler seemed to tense a little at the sight. It was the Chameleon, or... what was left of him. His face charred and caved in by the likes of a certain purple energetic blast. Right, you, had to explain that, the de-powered weapon in your hands.

"Sorry for... I didn't know what I was doing, that was―"

"You killed him?" came out a quiet, modulated voice.

That was...

You killed him. With the Prowler's weapon.

You were defending yourself. You were defending him. That man was a...

Thunk!

The metallic arm hit the ground as it rolled out of your arms, looking into the hollow shadows of the Prowler's eyes.

You didn't know anything about any of these people, and you were deep into their world. It was one that you had never thought you'd see, and now you had nothing to dig yourself out of it. You decided to trick him and when Miles was too late to figure it out you had...

You had killed someone. Turned the blast on him within a split second, watching it sear through his skull in a merciless flurry, stab after stab of burning hot energy wracking more and more screams. Right until the weapon had run out of energy. Until your finger grew numb from the trigger inside the device and the alleyway had gone silent. The man that had haunted your mind for months was unmoving before you, ripped of all features, all life.

Murder. Manslaughter. This man had connections. They'd come after you. After everyone you knew and loved. After Miles.

You should've stayed home.

The ache of adrenaline surged through your heart, your muscles, begging. Begging you to move. To run. To get up.

Get up. Run. Run away. Scream for help. Do something.

You felt the scratch of brick, arms enveloping the rest of you as you backed into the wall.

Hide.

All the breath in your lungs seemed to leave at once as you desperately tried to breathe it back in, hearing the air rush in and out of your mouth over and over. It was loud. So loud. The blast had been so loud. He had screamed so loud―

"Hey."

The hand on your shoulder was warm, free of any metal.

"It's... alright," you heard him say.

How could he say that?

"How can you say that?" Your voice was muffled. Wavering. Pathetic.

Would they believe you? With that stupid, pathetic, voice, whoever it was that found you ― would they believe you?

"How can you say that...?" you repeated, pressing your face further into your knees. The touch on your tensed shoulder felt offensive. Mocking.

"You're gonna be okay."

"How am I gonna be okay?"

"You didn't do anything wrong."

"How do you know that?"

You were looking at him now, breath hitched, eyes wide. You tried to sound frustrated, angry, but all that came out of your throat was a sound that told the Prowler "I am scared" in every language.

The Prowler hadn't killed you. He was comforting you. In any other circumstance, you could've laughed at the thought. To your knowledge, this Prowler hadn't killed anyone, or put everyone he loved in severe danger. Maybe you were worse than him.

"Why won't you answer any of my questions...?" you mumbled hopelessly, burying your face in your hands. You could smell concrete, dust, and ash ― invisible, yet incriminating.

Hiss... Click!

You felt hands wrap around your wrists, carefully pulling yours away from your own face. Just as you looked up, you could see the mask dismantling itself, disappearing behind his head.

What was left was a face. The Prowler's face.

No, this is...

Brown, maybe green-ish eyes. They were a smooth coppery colour under the dim light, bright among the shadows underneath his eyes. A black-red was drying on his skin, under his nose and creeping past his cracked lips. Two braids, coming unfurled at the ends, coming all the way back up to the top of his head. A soft face with harshness painted all over it. An exhausted, pained and worried expression.

"Hey, pana."

The face you had so prayed to see blurred into a watery mess as you threw your arms around him, squeezing your eyes shut against his jacket. His arms followed, settling over yours, one palm circling your back and the other settled between your shoulders.

You didn't think you'd held anyone tighter. You didn't know someone could hold to the point that their arms were shaking around you.

"Miles..."

You felt his head rest beside yours, the contours of his face melding against your shoulder. Warmth was running down your face ― blooming in your chest.

"I've got you."

"Mij— Oh... Oh my!"

You'd scrubbed your eyes hard as you could, and Miles had fixed himself up into a giant hoodie and jeans, but you were almost certain that the woman in front of you was utterly convinced that the both of you had been run over by a subway train. Miles' mom, standing with a vacuum cleaner that contributed nothing to the silence. Her jaw was inching closer to the floor the longer the silence stretched out.

"Uh... hola, mami. This is my friend," Miles offered, not sounding any less like he'd been met face first with the headlights of New York public transportation.

"Hi, Mrs... Morales."

The woman propped the vacuum cleaner against the wall, letting out a quiet sigh. She had beautiful curly hair, and was now wearing the sharp-softness of her son's face in a polite, and concerned smile. You didn't want to turn to check if Miles still had blood on his face.

"Is this a bad time...?" you started. "I can—"

"Oh, no, no, I just... I haven't even made dinner yet, I didn't expect—" The woman lets out another breath, shaking her head. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't be so rude. What are you two... What have you been up to?"

"We just... you know," Miles gestured with his hands, charading less than nothing in the air.

"You know...?" she replied, eyes squinting.

"I uh, already ate. Don't worry about it, Mrs. Morales," you continued, giving her what you hoped looked like a smile on your face. "Miles just wanted to show me something. It'll be quick."

"Uh, yeah. That."

"You're not staying for dinner?" she called out, as Miles dragged you into his room. "I was gonna make pastelón—"

"I'll come help you in a sec, mami."

Miles closed the door to his room, and the two of you shared a look as you heard the long, muffled sigh from outside. With the sound of the vacuum cleaner whirring in the hallway and disappearing into another room, the two of you sat on the edge of the twin-size bed, the frame creaking uncomfortably.

The room wasn't particularly big, crowded with posters and various newspaper clippings — many about the Prowler. There were crates tucked away beside his closet, faces of toy figurines and comic books peeking out of them. A lone screwdriver sat on his desk, a stack of notebooks beside it. The backpack you'd seen him take to school was hanging on the back of his chair, a study guide for "Invisible Man" peeking out of it. All that was on his bedside table other than papers was a frame. A young boy, missing a tooth, on the shoulders of an older man, the two of them beaming through the picture.

"You hurt or anything?" he asked quietly, making you remember that he was next to you. "Like, injured?"

"No, I'm... fine." You took half of a breath before your lungs started to ache, swallowing back the dryness of your throat. Mostly fine. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah. My mom's a nurse, so... I kinda..."

"Oh... Yeah, yeah." Huh.

Mrs. Morales certainly didn't seem to know about her son's... part-time job.

You noticed a set of blueprints on the wall, resembling the clawed arms he had stashed away without you or his mom seeing.

"You made those...? The claw-glove things?"

"They're gauntlets."

It was somewhat like the tone of voice he used when he was explaining a calculus question — not condescending, but somewhat tired and fed-up.

"Right..." Gauntlets. Sure.

The vacuuming stopped, and a few moments later the clinking of cookware could be heard.

"You staying for dinner?"

"Huh...? Um, I don't wanna bother your mom."

"Please...? I'm gonna get it if you go home without eating." Something about that made you laugh, even if it was a half-hearted sound that fizzled out before it could really sound like one.

"She seems nice," you mused.

"She is. She tries."

Something of a smile tugged at his lips as a quick snort of air left him, his eyes now on yours.

"I got a lot of explaining to do, huh?" His smile faded a little as the words left his mouth.

"You do. Maybe... Maybe not now, though."

"Yeah. Not now."

In your peripheral, you could make out his arm inching closer to yours. The tips of his fingers just brushed your knuckles, leaving just a spark of feeling against your skin. His throat bobbed a little as he swallowed, and—

"Miles, ¡ven a cortame estas cebollas! (Come and cut these onions for me!)"

"Oh! Um— Okay!"

The bed squeaked again as he stood up, and you could tell he was biting the inside of his cheek. You closed your hand as the lingering feeling of his touch disappeared.

"...You sure I can stay for dinner?"

"You sure you just asked me that?"

"Alright, alright."

You gave him a little more of a smile, and you could see him fighting to not return it as he looked back at you.

"i'm gonna... go and—"

"Yeah, you do that, Miles."

He handed you his phone, or, a phone.

"You can... play some music, if you want. It's connected to that speaker. Just not too loud, yeah?"

You noticed there was no SIM card in it. He pointed to the little speaker sitting by the window sill, peeking out behind a hung up jacket and a school blazer.

"...Thanks."

The door to his room shut, and the murmured voices of Miles and his mom faded as you selected a song. You recognised some of them, ones you'd heard people sing along to on the street or in the cafeteria of your school. This one stood out, though.

It started slow, and the man's voice was rich, full of life and emotion. It was strangely melancholic against the uplifting instrumentals.

"~Ain't no love, in the heart of the city..."

You stood up, walking to the window to get a better listen of it. Lifting up the blinds, your eyes caught something in the darkness. A giant painting of Jefferson Morales. Miles' dad. It was half-finished, but his smile was there.

You couldn't help but think how he looked so much like Miles.

"~Ain't no love, cause you ain't around..."

An almost inaudible rustle caught your attention as you tuned to look at the jacket you had touched. Something had fallen out of its pocket while you were trying to move the speaker. It was a piece of paper, something written on it.

Reaching down, you moved to put it back in the pocket, before noticing what was peeking out of it.

Unfolding just the edge of it, you recognised the title of a Spanish lesson you had a while ago, back when Rafael had been bothering you endlessly. Opening it up entirely, you found what he'd been making fun of Miles for.

There were a series of drawings around scrawled Spanish vocabulary and messy grammar rules. One was of your teacher, Mrs. Hernández, turned away, writing on the board. The other was of the picture of the landmark in the article you had been given, "Arco de"-something. The colour of the building was done in yellow highlighter, but looked rather technical and accurate nonetheless.

The one on the back made you almost drop the paper.

It was you, with such a likeness. Some lines had been erased and re-drawn around your mouth, as if he'd been trying to decide on an expression. Within the creases of the paper you were holding right now, though, you found yourself smiling — just slightly, like if you'd been laughing at something with the rest of your class. Your head was tilted slightly downwards. The drawing version of you was just a little cuter than you were sure you looked like, Miles' stylisation making your eyes shine a little and your lips curve just the right way.

By the time your stomach had stopped fluttering, the song was coming to a close. You quickly re-crumpled the paper and carefully put it back into the jacket, walking over to sit on his bed again.

"~Ain't no love, in the heart of this town..."

"...You never come back this late, mijo..."

"...We just bumped into each other and started talking. You know, like how at the store..."

"...Your tías are different, Miles..."

He really does have a lot to explain, you thought to yourself, unable to stop the corners of your mouth from lifting up, just slightly.

Your questions would just have to wait until after dinner.

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kestisvrse · 1 year ago

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i just read your harry osborn fic and let me tell you it’s so cute and beautiful!! i was wondering if you can do a fic of him where he breaks the table? and how the reader helps calm him down? thank you sm!! 🫶

my first request??? i’ve made it???

but anyways of course i can thank u sm for requesting 🥹 sorry it’s bad and took so long <3

heart to heart

pairing ⋆ harry osborn (ps5) x gn!superhero!reader. angst.

synopsis ⋆ something isn’t right with harry, and while you can’t fix him you can certainly calm him down.

warnings ⋆ spiderman 2 spoilers, swearing | wc: 782

peter called you in a panic, demanding you get to his house as fast as possible.

“what’s going on? pete?” you asked, you were on a rooftop in the city when he had called you.

“i can’t explain right now please, just get there. it’s harry.” his voice cracked, and hearing harry’s name woke you up.

“be there soon.” you said hanging up.

despite thinking you would get there first, as you reached to open the front door to aunt mays home, peter swung in landing right next to you. he gave you a nod of acknowledgment and slammed open the door, you took it as a queue to run in behind him.

“MJ! where’s-“ peter yells out as u both run to the dining room, “harry..” he says as you spot harry and mj sitting down having coffee together, mj’s brows furrowed, her body tense.

“oh hey guys.” harry says nonchalantly, “you look tense, coffee?” he says as a black tentacle reaches out of his arm to refill mj’s cup, she looks terrified as you feel your hand heat up. harry smirks at you.

“we need to talk.” peter said, harry retracts the tentacle.

“you two must get so tired making the world a better place, every. single day.” harry sighs, standing up, “but i can help.”

“harry. please let us help you first.” he looked over his shoulder narrowing his eyes at you, a chill ran up your spine.

“this isn’t you” mj cuts in

“wrong.” he glares at her

“harry…please” you pleaded, he looks at you, his expression softening, but disappears in seconds causing your hand to ignite in flames.

“this is the real me.” harry remarked, jaw clenching he walks over behind mj, “i finally have the power to realise our vision, are you giving up on me?”

you tense as he puts his hand on mj’s back while staring directly towards you, mj catches your eye too as she flinches from the touch.

“harry. we need to get that thing off you-“ peter states but is cut off, as harry smashs the table.

“do not. call us. a thing.” harry demands, black tentacles covering his arms.

“oh my god.” you mutter, “what… what if we take it off to make it more powerful harry? don’t you want that?” you say trying to trick him.

“we. are not harry.” he says, tears slip out of your eyes onto your cheeks.

“please listen to me, my voice.” your voice cracks as you plead, recalling the night peter had been infected and the only person to calm harry’s anger was you, why didn’t it work now? your hand was no longer burning, as you focused on harry, “can we please figure out your… power,” you chose your words carefully, “so we- we can fix the world properly.”

the tentacles slowly retracted, as harry looked into your wide eyes.

“-having power like this is to help people yes, but we can hurt peop-“ his jaw clenched at your choice of words, “accidentally! we can hurt people accidentally no matter how good our powers are! we need to figure out yours s-so that doesn’t happen, you only want to help people right?” you stepped closer to him until your hand was over his heart.

he nods at your words, “okay- fuck. fine okay.” harry says, snapping out of a trance he seemed to have been in, peter and mj share a worried look, “we can figure out h-how we got like this.” he seemed to be choosing his words carefully too to not upset the alien on him, you winced at the use of ‘we’

“okay… okay good.” you swallowed as your throat had to began to feel dry, “-this happened to me too okay? when i got my powers, i know you weren’t there but i-i had to get tests too.” you lied to him, but he didn’t seem to pick up on it like he usually could, he brought his hand up to squeeze the one you had over his heart.

he smiles at you as if he hadn’t smashed a table and didn’t have mj and peter holding hands in fear, “lets go to the labs. i want to get this over and done with as soon as possible.” there was a grumble added to his voice as he spoke, you could have started sobbing right then and there at the sight of black veins protruding on his neck. you turned to nod to peter and mj as you exit the house, peter gave you a sad expression.

you were able to stall him being fully taken over by that thing, but you didn’t think it would last long.

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Tis The Season

Wanda Maximoff x GN! Reader

Warnings: Violence. Death. Happy ending

Word Count: 8.8k+

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18+ MINORS DNI

It is just your normal day in the small town of Westview. Everyone was putting up their decorations. Everything was as normal as could be, just like every year. The kids were playing in the snow building snowmen with their parents or older siblings.

Y/N was walking through the streets with their younger brother Peter. They were meeting their friends at the local cafe for some hot cocoa or coffee. Whichever they preferred. But truthfully they just wanted an excuse to leave their parents and their seasonal madness.

When they approached the coffee shop, Y/N was instantly engulfed in a hug by none other than Wanda Maximoff. Y/N has had a crush on her since grade school.

"I thought you weren't going to come." She said as the rest of their friends smirked at their interaction. Everyone else knew about their obvious crushes on each other but them. Wanda and Y/N were completely oblivious.

"Of course I would come. It's just this one here was too worried about his appearance before seeing MJ." Y/N said as they all started to tease the young Parker boy.

"Well I am sure you don't have to worry about . I am sure that she likes you too." Yelena smirked at her friend as they all entered the shop. They all got their orders and joined a couple of tables so they could all sit together.

"So, I hear that the Harknesses are hosting an ice skating event on christmas eve." Pietro said with a knowing smirk aimed at Wanda and Y/N who were sat together.

"Yeah, that will be fun." Wanda cheered as a few of them agreed as Y/N just shook their head no.

"I can't rollerskate so I know I will be on my ass more times than I can count." Y/N said as everyone but Wanda laughed

"I'll hold onto you." She smiled sweetly at Y/N who went red. Lucky they could say it's due to the snow outside.

"It's ok Wan, you don't have to." They said shyly as Wanda held their hand and intertwined their fingers.

"I want to." She told them firmly. They all decided that after the coffee shop they would all climb up the hill that overlooked the small town with their sleds.

"Ok so two to a sled." Nat spoke up as Wanda instantly latched onto Y/N. Y/N sat down as Wanda sat in between their legs ready for Y/N to push them off to start. When they were gone it just left Nat, Yelena, Pietro and Peter.

"Do you think they will ever tell each other?" Nat sighed as she rubbed her eyebrow.

"I don't think so." Peter replied.

"It's really giving me a headache." Pietro said as they all agreed before heading down the slope. Everyone laughed as Peter and Pietro went straight into the Lassiter's snowman covered in snow.

"Are you sure that neither of you need glasses?" Yelena teased them.

"Everything is covered in snow. It is all the same colour." Peter whined as everyone laughed as they headed back up the slope. They decided to have races down to see who was faster.

"You do realise that the results all depend on the weight distribution and gravity." Y/N stated as everyone groaned.

"The nerd is here." Pietro teased as Y/N decided to pick up some snow and threw it in his face. Everyone erupted in laughter before they started to have a snowball fight. The sleds were completely forgotten about. The laughter and screams of joy were all that could be heard throughout the town.

When the sun started to set, everyone went their own ways home. Their parents or guardians had cooked them a warm meal to warm them up from being in the cold.

But what they all didn't realize was that this was the year that when darkness engulfs the town, evil roams the town.

Through the night walked an evil being with horns and long fingers. No one had ever seen its face. The eyes were glowing red in the darkness. Everything was still as the residents slept peacefully.

It approached the first house on the edge of town. The Lassiters. It flew gracefully to the roof considering it had been dormant for a quarter of a century. It approached the chimney and entered the house. It crept through the house to the children's bedroom. It looked between the two sleeping boys before it smelled the aroma coming from each. It then approached the one who had the most prominent aroma telling it that he was older. It snatched him from his bed and carried him to the window. His brother Timmy opened his eyes just to see his older brother being carried off into the night.

Timmy screamed, alerting his parents. They both ran to their room.

"It took him." He whimpered as he pointed to the open window. His mother went straight to Timmy to hold him as his father ran outside to see if he could find his first born. He alerted the town sheriff about his son's disappearance. The sheriff assured him that he will do everything he can to find the missing boy.

The next day, the Lassiters were in shambles. Timmy was frightened as he described the creature that took him.

"I'm sure that in a few days you will remember it properly." Officer Langden spoke as he tried to keep his smile off his face.

"No. It's what I saw last night." Timmy said frantically. "Why won't you believe me?" He asked them all.

"These creatures don't exist, Timmy." His mother tried to soothe him as he shook his head.

"Well it took him mama. It took him." He cried. Begging for them to believe him.

"We will be back when he is less frantic Ma'am." Officer Langden spoke as Mrs Lassiter thanked him and walked him out. Timmy remained sat on the sofa, snuggled in his brother's blanket crying.

Y/N and Peter woke up to the smell of pancakes. They both loved Aunt May's pancakes. They both raced down the stairs to the kitchen just in time for her to plate them up.

"Thank you." They both said as they kissed her cheek taking a plate each.

"I have work today guys so I am going to need you to help around here." She told them both. "Y/N, you still need to finish the garage and Pete please make sure to help them."

"Yes Ma'am." They both saluted her, making her shake her head at their goofiness. She was being called in because of an emergency meeting and the extra workload they would get since Mrs Lassiter wouldn't be in work until her son is found.

The police went around his friends to see if he snuck out but he was stuck in a leather bag, big enough to hold an adult male. It was old and bloody from the previous victims. Henry Lassiter was trying to get free but he was stuck on a butcher's hook. It was cold and damp where it held its victims. To keep them fresh before it feasts on their organs. It would start with the heart. It thought that the heart tasted it's best when it was still beating.

Y/N was startled when the gang and Peter walked in as they were moving the tools around after building the new shelves.

"Did you hear about Henry?" Nat asked as they all sat and watched as Y/N did their task.

"What happened?" They asked as they found their Uncle Ben's old tool box.

"His brother Timmy is saying some creature took him but I think he snuck out to the city to see that girl of his." Pietro said as he looked around the garage.

"A creature? That's absurd." Peter laughed with Pietro.

"That's what I said." Pietro said as they both laughed earning a glare from Wanda.

"This is a serious matter whether you think he's run away to the city or not." Y/N scolded them both. "So don't make jokes about it." They went back to their task as the two remained quiet.

"What is going on between you and Vision, Wanda?" Nat asked the brunette as Y/N tried to block out the conversation.

"Nothing is going on between us. He likes me but I just don't feel the same." She told them as Y/N let out a breath that they didn't realise they were holding in.

"So do you have your eye on anyone?" Nat asked her with a knowing smirk. Everyone wanted either Y/N or Wanda to slip up but neither would.

"No?" She answered well, more like a question.

"I'm sure that whoever you do like Wan will be honored." Y/N told her as they brushed off their hands as Wanda blushed lightly which never went unnoticed by Nat. Peter and Pietro decided to head inside to have a go on the xbox while the girls stayed with Y/N in the garage.

As the day turned into night, everyone retreated to their homes while the creature lurked in the shadows awaiting it's time to strike at it's next victim in the middle of the cold night before leaving them in the bloodied leather bag hanging like a butcher hangs their dead animals ready to carve limb by limb after skinning them.

Another day and another firstborn child gone. The residents of Westview weren't worried just yet. They were thinking that it's another teen who ran away to the city. But the residents don't remember it happening 25 years earlier.

Everyone was starting to get their christmas gifts as The Lassiters and The Moores were mourning their children. The police still thought that the creature was still a joke even though the Moore's youngest described the same.

"Do you think it's true about the creature?" Wanda asked as everyone walked towards the coffee shop.

"No." Nat laughed as they entered. "Of course not."

"But the first born are the ones that are missing." She reasoned with the three oldest.

"Wan, there are just two teens missing. They have probably run away." Pietro said as they waited for their orders.

"Piet. I'm worried about you, that's all." Wanda huffed as she walked away to the table with Peter and Yelena.

"But should we be worried?" Pietro asked the two.

"I uh I don't know Piet." Y/N said as they were unsure about this situation. "Maybe they just went to the city to see the lights. You know how boring small town celebrations can be."

"Well tell your girlfriend that before she opens her own case file." Pietro said as Nat smirked.

"One. She isn't my girlfriend. Two. She is just worried about her brother, that's all." Y/N told him as he huffed picking up his and Peter's drinks leaving Y/N and Nat alone.

"You do realise that the Lassiters and Moores are neighbours." Nat whispered to Y/N.

"I know." They replied. "Pietro is only two blocks away from them."

"And if it is true about this creature, he has at most a week." Nat stated. Y/N was starting to worry about their friends. They knew that something wasn't right with this town.

"Uhm, I have to go." Y/N said as the five pairs of eyes landed on their standing figure.

"Why?" Wanda asked with furrowed brows.

"I promised Aunt May that I would have the garage finished before she finished work today." They said as they held their cup in their hand and finished.

"But we were all going to hang out today." Pietro whined as Y/N smirked.

"I know but I promised her." They told him. "And I don't break my promises." They said as they left the coffee shop and walked home.

"What was that about?" Yelena asked as they all watched Y/N walk home. They were wondering why they were acting weird.

As Y/N entered the garage, they saw Aunt May admiring their hard work. There was space for her car and all of Ben's things were neatly organised on a new set of shelves that Y/N had built.

"It looks good here, Y/N. Thank you." She beamed at them as she hugged them

"It's no problem." They smiled. "You've been given more work haven't you?" They asked her.

"I have. The Moore's have been frantic trying to find David and Debbie's workload has been passed onto the rest of us." She spoke tiredly.

"You should rest Aunt May." They told her as she shook her head no.

"I have to go back to work and I need to check on you and Peter." She said.

"Peter's at the coffee shop with everyone." Y/N told her as Aunt May let out a breath.

"You know I love you Y/N. More than anything." She said as she pulled them in for a hug. "You will find answers in Uncle Ben's boxes." She whispered before she left leaving Y/N confused and intrigued. They wanted to find answers and they looked at Uncle Ben's things on the shelf.

But they didn't realise that Wanda was coming with Pete and Pietro. So as they sat on the floor of the garage with their Uncle Ben's boxes.

"What are you doing Y/N?" They heard Wanda ask from the doorway making them jump slightly.

"Just some research." They mumbled as they looked through old papers. Wanda joined them and looked at the papers over their shoulder.

"What are you hoping to find?" She asked them.

"Answers." They said as they put the useless papers in a pile.

"For?" Wanda asked as she watched them concentrate.

"The disappearances. May said to look in his old boxes for answers." They told her.

"So you think that there is something." Wanda asked them as they sighed, putting the papers back in the box.

"Yes. I do." They said as they grabbed another box. They didn't want to tell Wanda that they were worried for her twin. They didn't want to worry her more.

They kept on doing their research until after the twins had left and they kept coming up with nothing but a name.

Bobby Sinclair.

So Y/N decided to do some research and found that he lived just outside of town. It was already dark out and they couldn't wait for answers. They got their jacket and hat and made their way across town. The only lights illuminating the streets were the colourful Christmas lights that everyone had hung. People were out caroling like two kids hadn't gone missing. Kids having snowball fights or making snowmen. Everything seemed as normal as can be but everything was far from normal. These disappearances were far from normal.

Y/N had approached an old run down house. There were dim lights shining through the curtains telling them that he was home. They remembered Bobby being labeled as the town crazy but they had no reason why.

They nervously approached the door and knocked three times. It was probably a stupid idea but they had to try. They needed to make sure that their friends would be safe.

"What do you want?" He huffed as he answered the door with a loaded shotgun pointed at Y/N.

"Hi. Uh I'm Y/N Parker. I have been going through my Uncle Ben's things and I saw your name come up quite a few times." They introduced themselves as calm as they could considering there was a 12 gauge aimed at their chest.

"I remember Ben, he was a great man." Bobby spoke sadly.

"He was." Y/N agreed, thinking back to before he got shot. That was the reason Aunt May packed them up and moved them to this small town where they met their friends.

"Come in." He said as he stepped aside allowing Y/N inside. They were met by the foul body odor and alcohol as they stepped inside. Bobby looked around his property before closing the door behind them. He led them through to his dimly lit living room. They saw articles of disappearances.

"These are dated 25 years ago." Y/N stated as Bobby nodded. "How?"

"The disappearances happened 25 years ago too." He said as he poured himself a glass of whiskey.

Y/N looked over the articles and another name stood out. James Parker. They picked it up and recognised the picture from moments earlier from inside their Uncle Ben's belongings.

"Why is there someone called James Parker here?" They asked him as he sighed.

"He was Ben's older brother. He was Jack's best friend. Jack was my brother." He told the teenager. "After they both were taken, your grandparents took Ben and your father and moved to Queens."

Y/N was shocked by this news so the Parker's lived here before Aunt May had them move here. But Y/N also noticed how he said taken as they saw one article:

25 children disappeared. FBI and Local Authorities set up search parties but came up empty handed.

"So this has happened before." Y/N stated as Bobby nodded. They saw a picture of an old sewer entry. "So they never found any of them?"

"No. They closed the case after the new year knowing that they weren't going to find them. 25 families have gone on not knowing what happened to their children. 25 younger siblings got called delusional with wild imaginations." He said harshly. "Your Uncle and I were one of those children." He moved around and got a file of older paper clippings. "But I have been doing research over the years. It is a cycle. It's a quarterly cycle. It has been going on for generations." He said as he handed Y/N the older clippings. He was finally happy that someone believed him.

"Did you find out anything on where it would store them?" They asked him as he sighed.

"All I know is that it likes cold, damp and dark places. And there aren't many here." He sighed regretfully.

"What about the sewage systems?" They asked him as he shook his head no.

"I went down there myself and I came up with nothing." He sighed as they looked at a map of the Town.

"But don't these old towns have an unused sewer system? One that hasn't been used in centuries?" Y/N asked him as he smiled at them.

"You know your stuff kid." He smirked at them.

"I did my research on the place we were moving to." They shrugged. "But clearly not enough research."

"That's ok kid. Towns like this one have their secrets." He told them before he looked at the time. "You should head home before it gets too dangerous. I will work on getting the old sewer entrance location and we can hopefully work together on getting this thing."

"Yeah." They sighed.

"Are you doing this for anyone? A sibling maybe?" He asked them as they sighed.

"My best friend. Her brother is only a couple blocks away so maybe in the next few days it's going for him and I want to stop it before it happens." They told him

"Do you have an older sibling?" He asked them as they shook their head no.

"I have a younger brother." They told him and his heart broke knowing that if they don't stop it, they will also fall victim to it.

"We will get this creature Y/N." He reassured them as he waved them off. Y/N walked through the dark streets not realising how late it was. When they arrived home, Aunt May was sitting on the sofa, a furious expression on her face.

"Where were you Y/N?" She asked them sternly.

"I was getting answers about what is going on." They told her as she sighed.

"Who did you see?" She asked them.

"Bobby Sinclair." They told her as she sighed.

"Did you find anything out?" She asked them.

"It's a cycle. Every 25 years it comes for the first born. It collects one teen a night for 25 days until the day of the winter solstice.” They told her. She was shocked at their knowledge.

"We have to get you out of here." She said frantically.

"No. We aren't leaving. My friends are here." They told her.

"You do realise that it is coming after you." She told them as they nodded.

"Yeah I do." They shrugged.

"I can't lose you Y/N. You and Peter are my everything." She told them as they gave her a soft smile.

"If I have a chance of stopping this Aunt May, I will do my best to stop it. Before it takes my friends." They told her.

"But what if it takes you in the process?" She asked them as they shook their head.

"Then it takes me." They told her. "If I can protect my friends I would die for them." They said before they headed off to bed.

The creature was slowly approaching the next house for its next victim while Henry and David tried their hardest to get out of the leather bags but they were too strong. They both realised that this is it for them. The creature will come back and take them from this realm placing them in their hell. They were mainly frightened of the how.

Y/N woke earlier the next day to her the news of another disappearance getting closer to the Maximoff residence. They wanted to get to the bottom of this as they made their way across town.

"So do you definitely believe this creature story?" Nat asked them as she approached Y/N.

"Yes." They said as they entered the library. They went to the old news spread section and collected papers from 25 years ago.

"So don't you think it's best that we all leave?" She asked them as they shook their head no.

"You guys all can. In fact, take the twins too." They said as Nat scoffed.

"And what about you?" She asked them.

"I am staying. I am taking this thing down." They told her. Nat noticed their Uncle's name on the current article that they were reading.

"Y/N. This is personal isn't it?" She said calmly as Y/N sighed.

"I need to do this Nat. For my Uncle Ben. He saw it take his older brother when he was a kid." They told her as she sighed.

"Ok. So where do we start?" She asked as she sat beside them. Y/N looked at her confused. "It's going to be coming for Pietro, you and me before christmas and I am sure that I want to be there to eat my christmas dinner." Nat stated making Y/N chuckle.

The pair sat and read old articles all morning, ignoring the vibrations of their phones from missed calls from their friends.

"So there is an entrance." Nat stated as she got up from her seat to show Y/N. "It has a location too."

"Well let's go." Y/N said as Nat shook her head no.

"We don't know what we are going after. It already has three. There is twenty two left. Pietro is in a few days and we need to know how to kill it, whatever it is." She told them.

"Ok, let's go and see Bobby." They told her as she shook her head.

"They're the town drunk Y/N." She told them.

"Nat. They also saw it. They have spent their life trying to find it. He was the one who gave me all of this information. He was Uncle Ben's best friend." They told her as she sighed as they both got up and made their way out of the library. Wanda and Yelena saw them both from the coffee shop as Y/N and Nat walked well, practically ran towards Bobby's place.

"Why are they in such a hurry?" Yelena asked the girl beside her.

"I don't know." She answered her, confused as they watched the pair disappear.

Y/N and Nat raced across town and soon found themselves knocking on his door. He let them both inside the same as he did last night.

"Do you always answer with the 12 gauge in your hands?" They asked him as they followed him into the living room.

"More or less." He shrugged. "So who's your friend?"

"This is Nat." They introduced their friend who just waved shyly. "We have a location for the old sewer entrance." They said as they handed him the paper.

"That's great. We just need to know what we are dealing with." He stated.

"You don't know what it is?" Nat asked him as he shook his head no. "You have been researching this thing your whole life and have no idea what it is?" She scoffed.

"I'm sorry that I had inserted "mourn my brother" into my already busy schedule." He shot at her as she laughed. Y/N couldn't help but smirk at his answer.

"Do you have any idea who might know?" Y/N asked him as he thought for a moment.

"The Harknesses. They have lived in this town longer than most folk here." He informed the pair. "Ask for Agatha." He told them as they thanked him. "Also when you find out what it, come for me and we will take it down together." He told them as they nodded.

"So you believe this?" Nat asked, still skeptical about the whole situation.

"I do, Nat." They told her. "I knew my Uncle Ben lost one brother when my parents died but found out that he lost another. I just don't want this to happen to anyone else."

"Anyone else meaning Wanda." Nat smirked.

"Anyone else meaning Wanda, Yelena and Peter." They told her as she nodded realising it wasn't just Pietro in danger.

"Then why are we going for it? Let's just get out of here." She told them.

"And in 25 years it will be back and maybe it will be our kids in danger if we're still living here." They pointed out as Nat sighed knowing she wasn't going to sway Y/N from their mission that they took on themselves.

They gulped when they approached The House of Harkness. They always thought it had a creepy Addams Family vibe to it.

"This house always gives me the creeps." Nat mumbled as they approached the door. Y/N chuckled as they reached for the huge brass knocker and knocked. They waited for someone to answer but it was a big house.

"Hello children." Agatha spoke as she greeted the pair. "What can I do for you?"

"We've heard that you can maybe help us." Nat spoke nervously.

"Do you know about the creature that takes its first born?" Y/N asked her to get straight to the point.

"You want my mother but she isn't returning to Westview until the weekend." She informed them.

"Is there no way that you can call her? It's urgent." Y/N said.

"I'm sorry. But I can look through her journals and see if I can find what you seek." She told them both softly. "So come back in a couple of days. It will give me time to do the research."

"Thank you Ma'am." Both teens said as they walked down the steps back to the street.

"I just hope we can get it in time." Nat said, worried herself for Pietro. "Do you think we should tell them?" She asked Y/N.

"No. Not yet at least." Y/N sighed as they walked back to their homes bidding farewell. Y/N didn't want to give up so easily just yet because they want to get to the bottom of it before anything happens to their friends.

Over the next few days, Y/N waited impatiently for Agatha to call them. Tonight was the night it was coming for Pietro and they are afraid that they may be too late. They lay in their bed staring at the ceiling unaware of a guest approaching their room.

"Hey Y/N." Wanda greeted her best friend as she lay beside them.

"Hey." They said as their eyes never moved to look at the girl beside them.

"Why haven't you returned any of my calls?" She asked them to get straight to the point.

"I have been busy Wanda." They told her as she scoffed.

"With Natasha." She snarled as Y/N jumped to their phone as a social media notification came through.

"Do you think your parents can take you and Pietro out of town today?" Y/N asked her.

"Why? So you and Nat can have a date without the twins and children in the way?" She scoffed as Y/N laughed. "What?"

"I don't like Nat like that. She's like a sister to me." Y/N told her which made the brunette feel slightly better. "It's just there's this thing going on and I just want you two to be safe."

"So you do believe this creature story." Wanda stated as she sat beside Y/N who nodded in reply. "And you think Piet is next."

"It fits the pattern. I just want you to be safe ok." They told her as she shook her head.

"What about your safety?" She questioned as they chuckled.

"I will be fine." Y/N told her as she shook her head.

"It's taking the first born. In case you have forgotten you are a first born." She told them as they just shrugged. "Y/N this is serious."

"I know it is serious Wanda. It is very serious. It is the 10th December and Pietro is next Wanda. He is next and if he doesn't get out of town he will be taken and probably killed." Y/N told her sternly as they stood up. "Do you want that to happen?"

"No but I don't want to lose you or Nat either." She told them. Y/N just sighed before wrapping their arms around her.

"You won't lose us. We are so close to getting answers and we will take it down." They told her as she just nodded. She hated the idea of leaving them to take care of this.

"I'll see what I can do." Wanda told them. "But I can't promise anything. You know what my mum is like this time of year." They just nodded before they pulled away when their phone started to ring. Wanda watched as Y/N answered it. She soon found out that it was Agatha. She watched as Y/N moved as fast as she had ever seen. They also sent a text to Nat to meet at the House of Harkness.

"I have to go. But please do as I ask." They told her as they kissed her forehead before they left her a blushing mess in their room.

Y/N got there at the same time as Nat. They both sighed as they approached the door but before they could knock, Agatha opened the door for them and let them in.

"Did you find anything?" Y/N asked her as she led them towards the dining room.

"Oh yeah. I found something." She smirked as she showed them a journal. "It is Streega. It's kind of like a witch. Hunts on a cycle." She told them as they looked over her shoulder. "They store the food for days and have a feast on the 26th day."

"So you're saying that the others will still be alive." Nat asked as Agatha gave her a sad smile.

"No. Some would have died from starvation or before that happens, they could start their feast." She said.

"You don't sound so sure?" Y/N stated as Agatha just shook her head.

"No one has gotten close enough to even see what it looks like. All it leaves behind is a ripe smell of death in its wake." She told them both.

"Any idea on how to kill it?" Y/N asked her.

"It's complicated." She told them. "You have to get close enough to stab it in its heart with a blade made of raw iron."

"Where are we going to find raw iron?" Nat asked as Y/N remembered something.

Y/N sat on Uncle Ben's knee as they had found his knife collection. He decided to show them the collection.

"This is a collection made of raw iron. Passed down from generations of Parker's." He told them.

"Really?" They said with a wide smile.

"Really. So when I die these will be yours." He told them as he smiled at the case with a velvet lining.

"I know." Y/N said as they left after thanking Agatha for her help. Nat chased Y/N as they ran through the town. When they reached their house, they ran straight up to their room.

"What are you looking for Y/N?" Nat asked as she rested her hands on her knees as she caught her breath.

"The knife set that Uncle Ben gave me." They spoke from under their bed.

"And how is that supposed to help?" She asked them as Wanda walked up behind Nat.

"The blades are raw iron." Y/N smirked at the red head. "Hey Wan."

"We're not going anywhere." She said sadly as Y/N sighed. There were three knives in the set. One for them, Nat and a spare. They took one out and gave it to Wanda.

"It's raw iron. It can kill it if you can get close enough to stab it in the heart." They told her.

"And you expect me to do it?" She asked them wide eyed.

"Ok then. We will have a sleep over at yours. I will stay with Pietro and Nat with Wanda." They said as the girls nodded in agreement.

They all settled in the Maximoff Residence. They had all told Pietro what was happening which he wasn't phased at all. He never believed any of them.

"You do realise how pathetic this is?" He asked the three.

"This isn't pathetic Pietro. We are trying to keep you safe." Wanda told her twin who just chuckled.

"This thing isn't real." He laughed as all three of them glared at him.

"It is Pietro. I don't care what you say anyway, I am staying here." Y/N stated as they settled in the chair for the night. Y/N was starting to wonder if this was a good idea. They made sure they had the blade secured in their boot.

"Do you think they will be ok?" Wanda asked as she and Nat settled for the night in her bed. Neither of them could sleep.

"I'm sure it will be fine Wanda." Nat reassured her even though she wasn't sure herself.

"Isn't Y/N older than Pietro?" Wanda then asked as the pair sat up and they frantically ran to Pietro's room.

"Hey where's the fire?" Pietro asked as he rubbed his eyes.

"Where's Y/N?" Nat asked him.

"They were on the chair?" He said as he pointed to an empty chair.

"Fuck!" Nat exclaimed.

"They probably just went home." He shrugged as Wanda shook her head at him.

"No they wouldn't. They would have told one of us." She told her twin.

"You still can't say that you still think this thing is behind all of these disappearances." He told them both as they both huffed and went back to her room.

"We need to look for them Nat." Wanda said as she paced her floor.

"We have to wait until the morning. We don't know if this Streega is stronger at night or not." She told her as Wanda started to panic.

"Oh god. What if we're too late. What if I never get to tell them." She said as Nat rolled her eyes and stood up. She placed her hands on Wanda's shoulders to stop her movements.

"You will be able to tell them that you're in love with them." She told her. "We just need to see Bobby first and he will help us." Wanda just nodded as Nat led her to the bed. Wanda couldn't sleep at all that night. She was worried for Y/N. She didn't know where they were or how they were.

Meanwhile Y/N soon woke to the sound of David screaming as the Streega reached in his chest and pulled out his beating heart before his eyes. They realised that it was feeding on them 8 days after they had been captured.

They flinched at every crack and rip they heard coming from David's body. Every bite which sounds like a greedy man biting out of a chicken leg. This was the first time they were actually scared. They were scared for their life. Nat's life. Maybe Pietro if it catches on.

They searched their boot for the blade only to find it gone. They could feel their eyes fill with tears as this was the end for them. As much as they talked a big game about taking this creature down but they never thought that they would be caught.

As they listened to the thing eat its way through the flesh on David's bones. Wanda and Nat were restless. As soon as the day started, they raced towards Bobby's and Nat knocked on frantically.

"Where's the taller kid?" He asked them both.

"The thing took them." Nat told him.

"Do we know how to kill it?" He asked them as they followed him into the living room.

"Raw iron blade to the heart." Nat informed him as he nodded and took a blade from his own knife collection.

"Well this may be tricky to get close to it." He said as they both nodded. "But with three of us we will have an amazing chance." He said with a smile.

"Nope. Wanda isn't in on this." Nat said as Wanda scoffed as she glared at the red head. "Y/N would kill me if I let you go in there."

"We have to do everything to get them back, Nat." Wanda told her as Nat shook her head.

"The two of you are fucking oblivious." She sighed as Bobby watched the interaction between the two.

"What is that supposed to mean?" She asked her as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"The two of you. It's getting exhausting to watch how you love them and they love you." Nat blurted out as Wanda chuckled.

"They wouldn't love me like that Nat." She said as she shook her head as Nat sighed.

"Just think Wanda. Especially to these past couple of weeks." She told her as Wanda did. She remembered how Y/N hated hugs but they welcomed them with ease from the Sokovian. They always had a soft spot for Wanda and came to her defense whenever they had to. They always made sure that she was safe no matter what. They even tried to get Wanda and Pietro out of town.

"Do you think it was their plan all along to be caught?" She asked Nat as she shrugged.

"I don't think so. I think they wanted to take the creature down before it took Pietro but none of us thought that it would take them in his place." Nat told her sadly.

"We have to get them back, Nat." Wanda said as her eyes started to sting as they filled with unshed tears.

"We will Wanda." She said as she pulled her in for a hug.

"Ok we will have to come up with a plan. And we can only execute it during the day." Bobby told the pair as they got talking of a plan while Y/N tried their hardest to get out of the leather bag that was hung on a metal hook.

Y/N continued to swing on the hook hoping the bag would fall. Although they didn't know how far the drop was. They didn't care either, they just wanted out so they continued to swing as hard as they could until they heard a snarl and felt a blow which caused them to hit the wall behind them and fall.

Wanda, Nat and Bobby were walking towards the old sewer entrance. The three of them looked at it before they all used their strength together and opened it.

They all had torches as they walked through the unused sewer. It was cold, damp and dark. The smell was no better either. It smelt like Pietro's room after Y/N had been taken.

"It's here." Bobby whispered as the three covered their noses.

"It's going to take forever to find them." Wanda said as Nat held her hand.

"And we will take as long as we have to to find them." Nat said as they continued to walk.

"These old sewer systems usually have an octogonal passageway where it connects each sewer." Bobby informed them

"So do you think they may be there?" Wanda asked hopefully.

"I hope so kid." He sighed as they continued to walk along the never ending tunnel. Rats were running in the opposite direction, like they were running away from something. Wanda spotted something shiny in the distance. When they approached it she remembered it as Y/N's blade.

"It's Y/N's." Nat stated as the three of them looked at it.

"That means they are here." Bobby stated as Wanda put the blade in her other hand ready for when they found Y/N.

"Fuck." Y/N groaned when they made impact with the floor. They felt an excruciating pain up their left arm as they landed on it. "That's going to leave a mark." They groaned as they tried to move it but it only caused them more pain.

They tried to wriggle the bag open with their good arm to get out. They jumped back when suddenly the bag was ripped open and they felt cold bony fingers around their throat. They tried with all of their might to get it's cold hand from their throat but it was so strong. Inhumanly strong.

"Let me go." They rasped out as they gasped for air with their airways constricting due to the pressure that the streega applied to it. They completely forgot about their already broken arm as they punched and kicked the streega which then threw them across the room. "I hate christmas." They groaned as they managed to get into a sitting position.

"Did you guys hear that?" Wanda asked the pair as they listened again until they heard another thud.

"We heard that." Bobby stated as the three started to run to the source of the sound.

"Don't you think it is kind of funny that we are running to the thing that wants to kill Y/N, Pietro and I." Nat laughed earning a glare from Wanda. They hoped that they would get their in time before the Streega killed again.

As Y/N tried to get up, it struck a blow to their chest winding them. They soon ended up on their knees hurled over as they held their chest feeling the pain from the blow. They yelped as it gripped their hair and started to drag them to the table where it was still covered in the blood from Henri and David. Y/N tried to get free but they had angered it. They had fought back. Something that none of its victims had done before.

Before it could reach into Y/N's chest, Bobby fired a raw iron bullet in its arm. It yelped as it stumbled away from Y/N. He kept shooting it as Wanda moved to help Y/N up off of the table. Nat went to help the other teens down from the bags.

They all watched as Bobby got close enough to it and stabbed it in its heart. They watched as it screamed out in pain as it turned to ashes. Bobby stood there over the ashes as he had finally done what he had wanted to do all of these years.

"Hey, Y/N. You need to see a doctor." Wanda said as she looked at Y/N who looked out of it. She was worried about her best friend as she moved their arm over her shoulders causing them to cry out in pain. Wanda was extremely worried about them as Bobby walked over to them.

"Help Nat with the others." He told her as she nodded. "Come on kid." He said as he used their right arm and put it over his shoulders. He and Y/N trailed slowly behind the others as they exited the old sewer system.

Bobby and Y/N were falling behind as Y/N kept losing their footing and stumbling. When Y/N had completely gone limp he picked them up before they managed to reach the others as they all sat down. Bobby lay Y/N down as Wanda and Nat rushed over to them.

"I called 911." Nat said as Bobby nodded.

"Thank you." Wanda told him as he smiled at her.

"It was all them." He said as he pointed to Y/N. "They sought me out. I gave up but they made me want to fight again for Jack and those kids who were in our shoes." Wanda sat beside Y/N and handed Nat the blades.

"Yelena is on her way to take the knives home to keep them safe for them." She told Wanda who nodded. Y/N was out cold and Wanda was worried about them but soon enough those worries will be put to an end as they heard the sirens coming closer to them.

"You'll be ok Y/N." She whispered as she kissed their forehead.

The other teens were treated for dehydration since they hadn't been fed or drank any water in days. Meanwhile Y/N had fractured ribs and had to have pins put in their left arm. They had bruised lungs and a bruised back.

The Lassiters and The Moores were devastated at the loss of Henry and David. But the other families were happy to have them back.

Y/N sat on the hospital bed as Aunt May went to sign their discharge papers as Peter sat beside them.

"What actually happened Y/N?" Peter asked as Y/N turned off the TV. They placed the remote back on the side before shaking their head no. They didn't want to talk about it. They wanted to forget it all happened.

"I'm not talking about it Peter." They told him angrily as they got off the bed.

"I was only asking Y/N because it has clearly affected you." He said as Y/N just chuckled dryly. It was Christmas eve and their friends would be spending it with their families. They wouldn't get to see them until after Boxing Day.

"Are you ready to go home Y/N?" Aunt May asked softly as she entered the room. They nodded as they went to pick up their bag but Aunt May beat them to it. They walked out behind May and Peter towards the car. "Y/N is in the passenger seat Peter." She told him sternly as he huffed and got in the back with a scowl. Y/N struggled to sit in the seat as they were still in pain. They were healing but too slow for their liking.

When they got home, they just went to their room to lay down. They hated the memories of it eating David. They could still hear his screams and the sounds of his body being torn apart. They could still smell that awful smell of fear and death.

They wanted to sleep but they didn't. It was around 10pm and they decided to call Nat. They know that Wanda's parents can be strict on the holidays.

"What can I do for you Y/N?" Nat greeted them.

"I can't sleep Nat." They said quietly. Nat was shocked to hear them speak like they were so small and frail.

"What's going on Y/N?" She asked them softly.

"I can still hear them." They spoke shakily. "The screams and the sounds and the smell." They said as tears fell down their cheeks. "I can't sleep because I am back there everytime I close my eyes. There's no one to talk to without being called crazy."

"I know Y/N." She spoke softly. "I've seen the news."

"It's ridiculous Nat. They're saying it was an overdose that killed Henry and David and that the rest just wanted a place to party and get high before the holidays." They said as they sat up. "It infuriates me that they still don't believe us."

"I understand Y/N." She sighed and then she came up with an idea. "When are you going to tell Wanda?"

"Tell Wanda what?" They asked her, playing dumb.

"You know what Y/N." She scolded them as they chuckled.

"I'm tired Nat." They told her as she sighed.

"Well go to sleep." She suggested as they took in a deep breath.

"I can't Nat." They whispered with tears in their eyes.

"Well, think about the things you love the most about Wanda." She teased before hanging up. That was when Y/N decided to ask the brunette to meet them in the Town Square.

"Where are you going?" Aunt May asked Y/N as they put on their shoes and jacket.

"I need to see Wanda." They said before they left the house. Aunt May smiled at them as the door closed.

Y/N stood under the Christmas lights as they waited patiently for her. They smiled as she walked through the crowd of people. The snow fell perfectly as she walked with a smile on her face.

Their smile widened when she got closer. They admired how her eyes sparkled under the multicoloured lights.

"Are you ok Y/N?" She asked them concerned as she approached them.

"Yes. No. Maybe." They stumbled over their words. "I will be." They smiled at her as they tried to hide how nervous they were. "This is so hard to say."

"Just take your time." She smiled at them. They soon caught her family just beside the ice rink.

"I'm so sorry you're out with your family." They said with wide eyes.

"It's ok Y/N." She laughed which made them lighter. "So what did you want to say?"

"I uh well. I am in love with you. I have been in love with you for however long I can remember. And when I was there, all I could think about was I never got to tell you. And I need to tell you. Even if you will never feel the same. I just have to get it out because it's eating me alive." When they finished, Wanda just gazed at them with a fuzzy smile on her face.

"Y/N. I was worried that I would never get the chance to tell you how I feel either. You are my most favourite person in the world. My world literally spins for you and I would be so lost without you." She sighed before she reached up to cup their face. Their cheeks are cold from the winter air. "I am so in love with you too."

Y/N smiled down at her as they could feel their heart fill with joy. They both leaned in and let their lips meet in their first kiss. A kiss that sent warmth throughout their bodies as it became passionate as each second went on.

When they pulled away for air they heard cheering and clapping from their family and friends who had all decided to sneak out and watch as Wanda hid her face in Y/N's chest. Y/N rubbed their good hand up and down her back as she wrapped her arms around their middle. Just enjoying their embrace and happy to get all of that off of their chests after a hard couple of weeks.

They both soon joined their friends and families to celebrate christmas eve together. Everyone together is happy and safe.

"This is my favourite christmas eve." Wanda whispered as they watched everyone ice skating.

"Next year we will skate." Y/N stated as Wanda smiled up at them. They leaned down and gave her soft peck before they both opted to go for a walk around in the snow.

They had finally overcome every possible obstacle they could have ever dreamed of and only came out stronger.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #marvel #elizabeth olsen #wanda x you #elizabeth olsen x reader #wanda x reader #wanda x y/n #wanda maximoff x you #natasha romanoff

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lutewife · 10 months ago

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• Hazbin Hotel

× Alastor

general relationship headcanons (💮💕☘️)

× Angel Dust

× Carmillia

× Charlie

× Cherri Bomb

× Emily

× Husk

Husk x bartender!reader headcanons + one-shot (💕💮)

× Lucifer

Lucifer x short!m!reader (💕🍌)

× Lute

"Hate so passionate it blooms" | Lute x reader

Chapter 1 (🥀💕)

Chapter 2 (in progress) (🥀❤️‍🔥💕)

× Niffty

× Rosie

× Sir Pentious

× Vaggie

× Velvette

× Vox

× Multiple:

Hazbin Hotel (Niffty, Angel, Husk, Alastor, Charlie, Vaggie) with lively reader (☘️💮)

• Helluva Boss

× Beelzebub

× Blitzø

× Fizzarolli

× Loona

× Millie

× Moxxie

× Octavia

× Stella

× Stolas

× Verosika

Others:

× fem!Alastor

"Strangers in the Night" (🥀☘️)

× fem!Husk

× Devil Dust (fem!Angel)

× 2P!Alastor (credits to: @/anic-mj)

Additional info:

No smut: Alastor and fem!Alastor

Only male or gn!reader (otherwise platonic): Angel Dust and Stolas

Only female or gn!reader (otherwise platonic): Vaggie and Devil Dust

Only platonic: Octavia and Niffty

Won't write for: Valentino (sorry!), but Voxval is ok

If a character isn't on the masterlist, but isn't on won't write either, send me an ask and I'll see what I can do! Enjoy!

Requests: closed

#hazbin hotel #helluva boss #helluva boss x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #alastor x reader #lute x reader #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin hotel headcanon #lute hazbin hotel #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel lute x reader #im gay btw #masterlist #hazbin hotel masterlist #hazbin hotel oneshots

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m4dm4yhem · 1 year ago

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pavitr x gn! reader | part 2.

tw: suicide?

“…what?” pavitr’s eyes threatened to spill tears out, he felt sick; nauseous. miguel placed his hands on his hips and sighed; “ spiderman loses his lover in some variations..there are some exceptions.. like peter’s.” miguel looked down at the heartbroken teenager; his eyes showing the slightest glimpse of sympathy, but was quickly replaced with a cold and stern look; he motioned towards peter b. parker; who averted eye contact from pavitr when he felt the eyes burning holes in his skull, his arms hung low, and he bit his lip; “ …look, I got lucky, pav.. i almost lost my MJ-“ peter was abruptly cut off by pavitr; who yelled.. screamed even.. “ but you didn’t!” his eyes were full of tears, his face scrunched up in anger; and he shook his head, the emotion raw and clear; the boy shook his head and opened his mouth to scream at the older man again; before the moment hit him.. and he let out a pained grunt gripping his hair

there they were… like how so many gwen stacys have died.. they were falling, a look of terror in their eyes, as they plummeted several stories to the ground; pavitr dove down after them, using his webs to grab his partner nearly as they touched the ground; the force making their head bob, and a cracking sound could be heard before they went limp.

when pavitr opened his eyes he had a look of utter and pure horror, “…i..no..no..they cant be a gwen stacy! gayatri was my gwen stacy and she’s alive!” the two weren’t together anymore, obviously their breakup was mutual, but they were still best friends. his eyes were full of hurt and confusion, pained gasps for air were the only thing the poor boy could muster, and those same pained gasps were the only thing that filled the quiet room.

“ …yes.. but that was a disrupted canon event.. so the canon made your new partner.. a gwen stacy variant. “ miguel explained, and as soon as his words were finished miles jumped into the conversation, “ but-..that’s not fair! pavitr already had to endure his canon event, the event being disrupted and his dimension going through an abyss!” …the words of the young boy clearly angered miguel; “ pavitr wouldn’t have to deal with this if you didn’t disrupt his canon event…gayatri or the captain would be dead.. and he would be able to live with [name].” his eyes narrowed at the boy, and his words rendered the boy speechless, fumbling over his words to come up with some sort of comeback.

“ w-what if i die instead?” that was his only answer, to save his lover.. he would die instead, like the peter in miles’ dimension before he became spiderman; those words didn’t seem to settle well with the spiders in the room

“ pav, are you crazy?”

“ man you can’t do that! you can’t die!”

“ pav.. you gotta be joking!”

he wasn’t.. he was serious, his heart hurt, he was searching for ways to make it so his lover wouldn’t die, and he was still thinking once he was back in his own dimension, tears still running down his faces when his lover entered his room.

“ oh no.. what happened to my gorgeous guy?” the hugs he felt from his lover, the worry on their face; made his eyes dull, and he had to quickly wipe them away; and brush it off as something in his eye; his sadness disappeared for a second once he saw the flowers his lover had grabbed for him; usually he would just embrace them for an act of love like this.. but he pulled them in for a tight embrace, tighter than usual and pressed kisses against their cheeks, hearing their giggles, feeling them attempt to kiss him back..

he had to think of some sort of way to make it so he’d always get to hear your laugh, see the glimmer of hope in your eyes that he was gonna be okay. the looks you gave him, and your soft and gentle kisses.

after every kiss you returned to him; the thoughts of how your death was near and inevitable kept popping into his mind; it tore pavitr to pieces, every second he was without you tore him to pieces, he wanted to stop it.. but … his universe. miguel made it very clear that if he even attempted to prevent this from happening… his universe would disappear, he would disappear.. he couldn’t do that to his friends, his auntie, anybody… but he also couldn’t stand by and watch you die.

his plan was selfish.. he will admit, but it was coming from a place of love; the trauma of watching his universe disappear, and then realizing being spiderman wasn’t as easy as he had first assumed led him to this; so when he saw the terror in your eyes as the both of you were plummeting; his arms wrapped around you; as his eyes were closed, his arms wrapped around you, your screams filled his ears and soft cries and pleas for him to stop you two from falling.

“….i can’t.” was the last thing you heard and the last thing he said before the both of you hit the ground.

#across the spider verse #pavitr x reader #spiderman x reader #gwen stacy x reader #miles morales x reader #spiderverse pavitr #pavitr prabhakar #pavitr prabhakar x reader #across the spiderverse x reader #pavitr prabhakar x you #miles morales x y/n #atsv pavitr #pavitr x you #pavitr x y/n #pavitr prabhakar x y/n #miles morales #miles x you #peter b parker

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devilfic · 11 months ago

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❝small favor❞

V. the christmas special.

parts: previously / next plot: it's the most beautiful time of the year. pairing: mcu!peter parker x gn!reader. cw: christmas shenanigans, alcohol mentions, harry gets drunk for norman osborn related reasons, peter is a little ball of anxiety because he likes you, can I share with you what jobs I think ned and mj got after graduation. words: 8.4k.

a/n: this was gonna be a two-parter but I thought. no. so instead it's just super long :D

Peter has started visiting more.

There were the surprise visits on weekends. Something was just too important to wait a week, and too important to give you a call, and you liked that he made a note of bringing you food for the trouble. Then he was popping in on Wednesday nights—sometimes Friday mornings—because he'd forgotten to tell you this or he just couldn't wait to tell you that.

And he has texting you more, too. Not super serious things either, and after a few days of it, you had worked the fight or flight reaction to his ringtone out of your system. At some point, you had started feeling like this was becoming... a genuine friendship.

"I mean... I... yeah. We talked about it, didn't we?" Peter stops pouring, brownie batter dribbling off the lip of the bowl, "Friends. I- I think of you as a friend. If you think of me... as a friend."

You gnaw on your pen as you study him. It's another weekend surprise visit, and this time he's brought you boxed brookie batter as an olive branch. You'd actually been busy this time, and so you'd put him to work baking it while you made your vacation list, "It's just... crazy. I mean, we went from being strangers to only seeing each other once a week—purely professionally—and now you bake me things. And we hang out."

"What's wrong with that?"

"Nothing! It's just weird," he continues to pour as you talk, "I used to see you as this unattainable hero. I couldn't believe you trusted me, felt comfortable enough to tell me your name, to care enough that even EDITH knows who I am. And now we're friends."

Peter's nose scrunches at that, and you've never wished more than now that you could see the rest of his face. He starts placing balls of cookie dough in the batter, "You talk about me like I'm Beyoncé or something."

"You're the Beyoncé of superheroes."

"Hey, that is not true. That title goes to Captain Marvel."

"Not to me."

"Well, of course not to you. You're my biggest fan."

"Wow, demoted to a fan already."

Peter slides the pan into the oven, "You know what I mean. You're biased."

"You're starting to sound like Jameson now."

He kicks the oven door closed and hops up onto the kitchen counter next to you, nudging your knee with his knee, "Oh, you haven't heard my Jameson impression. Watch this." Peter clears his throat, clenches his fist, and shakes it in the air, "Spider-Man is a menace and should be charged with domestic terrorism!"

You giggle, "Do more."

"5G isn't giving your kids cancer, it's Spider-Man leaving his webs all over the city!"

"More!"

"Spider-Man is laying eggs in our city's sewers so that one day, all his freaky spider children will rise up and take over New York!"

"Please, keep going."

Peter groans. You see his head tilt toward the notepad in your lap, "How's the vacation going? Or vacation planning, I guess."

You sigh. Your list to pack kept getting longer, and yet, anytime you tried to focus on what to bring, you would just remember something else you needed to do before leaving New York. "How do you think, based on my utter lack of excitement?"

Peter raises a brow, "Whaaat? You're not excited for Miami?"

"I was, but... everything in the world is happening at the same time. Jameson wants me to get two more articles out before I leave and my family wanted me in Florida three days ago. At this rate, I'm just barely going to make it there before Christmas. Not to mention..." You trail off as you look to Peter, whose mask eyes have gone comically wide in interest, "I don't want to leave you all alone."

"You know I've been Spider-Manning since I was like, 14, right?"

"Well, yeah, but- wait, 14?" Peter grimaces. You gloss over it before he can worry himself about it, "Anyway, I just worry. I mean, with Fisk turning the PR tide and God knows what he's planning, I don't wanna just fly to the other side of the country. It feels wrong."

Peter smirks, "Nah, nah. It's fine. I can take care of myself."

"Don't make me remind you about how all of this," you gesture between Peter and the oven, "started." He looks away from you, sheepish. "You know what I mean, right? Maybe I'm overestimating my worth to you, but-"

"You're definitely not. You have no idea how much you mean to me." That stuns you. It stuns both of you, clearly, if Peter's frantic peek at your face was anything to go by. His mouth gapes like a fish out of water for a moment, "I just mean that... you've made being Spidey... easier on me. It's nice knowing someone's actually on my side in this city. So yeah, it will feel really weird without you being just a swing away."

"You can still call, Peter. I won't mind."

"And when your family asks who's bothering you while you're sunbathing on the beach?"

"I mean, my little cousins will be impressed if I name drop Spider-Man."

He smiles. He kicks his feet out, heels bumping the cabinet doors beneath you while silence settles. You take this chance to examine a slight fraying on the fabric of his suit, a hole beginning to form on his upper thigh that you could just fit your pinky through. You remembered a time when his suit was made out of sweatpants and a dream.

He was 14 when he first started all of this. When you were 14, you were stressing over high school essays and alien invasions. You couldn't help but think that maybe he'd lost his youth to this thing. This thing that brought you together.

Spider-Man who, back then, was really a kid. He'd had to grow into it. You couldn't imagine having to grow into that. "Well, that's enough about my holiday plans. What about you?" Peter prepares to answer, then deflates. "What's up?"

He bites his bottom lip, "I don't... have any."

Your heart sinks, "What? Why not?"

"No, no, it's fine. I'll probably be out on patrol making sure everybody else is having a safe, criminal-free winter break."

Sliding off the counter, you come to stand in front of Peter with your arms folded, "Absolutely not."

"Okay, before you say anything-"

"It's Christmas, Peter! You're supposed to take time off! Be with friends and family. If you never take a break, you'll wear yourself out."

"Just hear me out-"

"No! I won't have it. You're not the only hero in New York. You're taking Christmas off. I don't care if I have to stuff you in a carry-on and take you with me but you will not be working-"

One hand clamps around the back of your head and the other silences you, turning your complaints into mush, "If you would let me finish..." you huff indignantly against his hand, "you'd know that a friend of mine is throwing a Christmas party and I was invited. There. I have plans."

Your face softens. "Really?" You ask, but the sound is muffled and it comes out more like, "Will-ee?"

Peter laughs, hand slipping from your mouth, "Really. I'll at least take a few hours off. Maybe more if I fall into a food coma."

Peter's other hand is still cradling your head, but you don't bring it to his attention. "You promise? I won't have to fly back early and check up on you, will I? 'Cause I'll do it."

"I wouldn't stop you." You glower, making Peter's mask eyes squint with amusement, "I promise."

"Sometimes I think you like making me worry over you."

"Would you believe me if I said that I'm just this awful all the time?"

"Yes, but that would make me worry even more."

The hand at your neck gently curls around the side of your throat, Peter's thumb angling your chin up to his own. The brush of it makes you tremble just slightly.

Was he trying to make you dissolve into a puddle?

"I'll be okay. Just... come back to the city, will ya? Don't fall in love with Miami."

You place one of your hands over the hand on your throat. The other hovers somewhere near his knee on the countertop, unsure of yourself. When you admire his exposed mouth, you think of Peter. Parker.

You remember you hadn't actually talked about that since it happened. It was Peter's intention to skirt around Parker, regardless of how certain you were that they were the same person. It was all in jest, sure, but some small part of you (some incredibly small, minuscule, microscopic part of you) wondered if your reporter brain just fit the two pieces together because it wanted them to fit.

Perhaps he wasn't Peter Parker. Perhaps this really was all a coincidence, and perhaps aliens didn't fall from the sky and gods didn't save the world.

You wouldn't push him on it. You wouldn't look into it either, because reporter brain be damned. You cared more about the Peter you knew than the Peter you didn't.

You smile up at him, "How could I? Miami doesn't have you."

"Nice to see you could finally make it, kiddo." Jillian is grinning at you when you arrive, her baby tucked at her hip and her wife entertaining the little monster over her shoulder. She sees the winded look on your face and immediately motions you over, pressing a hand to your cheek, "Did you crawl out of a snowdrift? You're freezing!"

You lean into it, chasing the warmth in hopes that it would restore some feeling to your skin, "The storm's getting awful out there."

"Came outta nowhere, didn't it?" Jillian's wife snorts, booping the baby's nose. "We almost didn't risk coming with the little one, it was so bad."

Said little one looks perfectly warm wrapped up in her blanket, an envious sight as you shiver and shuck off your coat to hang. You would offer the kid a boop on the nose yourself, but with your fingers frozen solid around your offering—a plate of sugar cookies—you don't want to make her cry. You give her a smile instead.

"Oh, and would you believe it?" Jillian whispers, sidling up to you, primed for gossip, "We've got a real treat here tonight. Take a wild guess who decided to show up."

"Jonah's wife?"

Jillian cackles, "God no. The stalker."

As soon as she says the name, your eyes zero in on him.

He's wearing that plaid shirt again, but the collar and cuffs are all that peek out from underneath a wrinkly blue sweater. His hair is free and gelled back, revealing his nervous expression more clearly. Nursing a cup of apple cider, he just barely looks like he wants to be here. But then he catches your eye across the room.

And he waves.

"Oh my," Jillian teases, "you must've left quite the impression if he came all this way just to see you."

"He did not come just to see me." You reply in a hushed tone, but she laughs at you all the same.

"Sure. And that's not him heading over right now, even though he's been hugging the wall all night."

You jerk your head to where Parker was standing, and, sure enough, he's pursuing you.

You part from Jillian before she can get the chance to embarrass you (she accepts your cookies as payment), and so you all but jog to meet him halfway.

He doesn't get the chance to be polite before you're interrogating him, "Where did you go?"

"Uh... What?"

"At the gala. When I ran back inside the ballroom, I couldn't find you anywhere."

Peter's eyes slowly widen, "You went back inside?"

"Answer the question, please."

"Wh- I... I was there. You didn't see me?"

"No, I didn't."

"It got crazy after Fisk rushed the stage. I got swept up in the crowd. You must've missed me."

"Really? 'Cause I was with the crowd, you know. In front of the building? Where Fisk was giving his big speech about how he saved the day? I didn't see you anywhere."

Peter blinks, then gasps as if he'd just remembered something important, "You know what? That's right. I went to go find Harry. I wanted to make sure he was alright, and then I couldn't find you in the crowd so I just assumed... I'm sorry for leaving you back there all alone." You watch as he fumbles for something convincing, "I texted Spider-Man about it, though. He said you were safe."

You fold your arms, "...Is that all he said about me?"

"Well, that. And something about your conspiracy theory?"

"Conspiracy theory."

The topic change gets some of the tension in Peter's shoulders melting away, replaced with a smile faint enough to not pass as overtly smug. He waits for one of your co-workers to move out of earshot before continuing, "You think... I'm Spider-Man."

Your jaw tightens. You know that anyone would draw the same conclusions you did after that night. You also know that no matter how logical your reasoning is, you sound highly illogical when you admit to it out loud. If you brought up the same accusation to Jillian or Jameson, they'd both laugh you out of the office.

You have to stand your ground, though. If there was one thing you were learning about Peter, it was that he was easy to fluster, "And if I do?"

"I'm flattered, really, but I don't really have the hand-eye coordination."

You know it's bullshit. He should know you know it's bullshit. If it hadn't been for his quick thinking, you and Harry would've been trampled under the masses at the gala. It's bullshit and he's waiting for his checkmate that will never come.

You do not give it a second thought. You toss your phone at Peter's head.

And he catches it. Of course he does. He stops it mere inches from his face.

If anyone saw you try to give him a concussion, they don't come over to question you on it. "Can you..." Peter starts after a breath, a bit dazed, "...can you stop trying to hit me?"

You go to defend yourself because, at the very least, you hadn't meant to try to punch Peter—which meant it didn't count—when someone barrels right into you.

And, to prove you right twice in a row, Peter is quick to catch you. He scoops you up into his arms before you end up a reporter pancake on the floor. One of your co-workers, already blitzed off spiked eggnog, had bumped you on their way to the drinks table for what looked like the umpteenth time tonight, and didn't have enough marbles to apologize before bumping someone else.

Peter is careful in how he holds you. There's that unmistakable strength behind his grip, but also... he was gentle. He felt safe.

You don't make to escape just yet, all your bravado knocked right out of you. "Jesus, you okay?" His eyes dart over to your co-worker and a scowl turns his expression sour, "Jonah should put a cap on the drinks."

You feel more than embarrassed stumbling to your feet, even more so when Peter still coddles you after you're standing upright. "I'm fine. Thanks." Peter's looking at you, brows drawn together, with so much concern it makes that second thought from earlier come in hot with a sizable topping of shame, "Talk about instant karma."

Then it's gone. Peter laughs and... it sounds just like your Peter. Undeniably. You can't help but give in. For a fleeting moment, the question of secret identities has melted away and it's just the two of you, giggling about something silly.

You're ashamed enough to apologize for throwing your phone at his head when the laughter dies down. You succeed in stealing it back and lead him over to the windows, far away from any more drunken disasters, "It's alright. I've had worse thrown at me before."

You raise an eyebrow, "Oh? Like what?"

His voice catches in his throat at first, "A... carton of expired milk. High school bully, Flash Thompson. We were both on the same academic decathlon team but he never gave up on his dream of professional baseball."

"Flash Thompson? You mean, Silicon Valley, MIT grad, tech startup millionaire Flash Thompson?"

Peter winces, "The one and only."

You frown at the distant look on Peter's face, aware of some regret there at the mention of Flash. "You and Harry went to ESU together, right? Is that where you always wanted to go?"

Peter shakes his head, but a smile comes to his face regardless, "MIT was my first choice, actually. But... even with a scholarship, I just couldn't imagine leaving New York behind. So I stayed. Went to ESU. Helped my Aunt May with the mortgage on her first house since my... my uncle passed. And now I'm selling pictures of Spider-Man to pay my rent."

You can't help the way you soften. "I'm so sorry about your uncle, Peter. Your Aunt May is lucky to have you around."

His eyelids flutter closed for a breath, and his smile grows wider. If it were even possible. "I'm lucky to have her."

You stand there together in silence after that, but it feels more comfortable than before. All the scrutiny and speculation you'd come in with had faded away, and now you were left wondering more about Peter. His hopes, his dreams, his life before all of this. What would it have been like if he'd gone to MIT? Where would you be? Or Spider-Man?

Peter's eyes peel open, "So, what about you?"

"Oh. Well, I took a shine to my school newspaper. After... everything in 2012, I knew the world would never be the same. So I had dreams of becoming a journalist, covering the street, being the first on the scene. Took my ass to college on part-time jobs and a dream, and interned at nearly every newspaper in the city before Jameson gave me a shot here. As much as I can't stand the way he talks about Spidey... he's not that bad of a guy. All things considered."

Peter agrees, "He did hire you, so..."

"Yeah, well," you lean your cheek against the window, glass cooling your blush, "At least Spidey doesn't hold it against me... but, I have to ask: why the Bugle? I mean, with photos like yours, you should be fighting off every publication in the city. Instead you turn in these... absolute masterpieces, freelancing, for a guy who can't even give you due credit, and you only stop by for a paycheck."

Peter looks to the window, the wind howling over a crooner's cover of Santa Baby. The storm was still raging on outside, and you dreaded the thought of having to walk through it to get back home. The taxis wouldn't have much luck either from the looks of it. "I... like my job, but it's not what I wanna do forever. I don't care about fame or Pulitzer prizes. It's always been about taking care of me and my Aunt May, and Jameson is a lot of things but he's always understood that. He pays me enough that I can have a place of my own and a little leftover for my aunt, and he doesn't ask questions.

"I don't need to be seen. And that's the whole point, isn't it?" His expression gradually warms as he recalls something, "It's not who's behind the lens that matters, but who's in front of it."

Your expression warms too, "I can see why Spidey likes you."

A notification disturbs the moment. Raising a finger at Peter, you check the latest notification... and your stomach drops.

Peter takes a step forward, sensing the change in atmosphere, "What? What is it?"

"My flight's been cancelled. I was leaving tomorrow for Miami but the storm..."

"Oh. Man, I'm sorry."

"I should've left sooner, I should've left when my family..." You lose the motivation to even finish your sentence, feeling exhausted all at once, "It doesn't matter anymore. I'm stuck here for Christmas."

Peter stuffs his hands in his pockets, rocking back and forth on his feet as he searches for something to say. You're about to tell him not to worry about it when he speaks up, "You know," he starts, the uncertainty in his voice giving you pause, "it's no... Miami, but my aunt throws this Christmas party every year? For Christmas Eve. We invite a few friends over for dinner. She'd love it if you came."

"Oh, Peter, that's sweet but... I don't really want to intrude on a friend thing-"

"No, no, it's okay! Anyone can come. It'll just be my aunt, some of her co-workers from F.E.A.S.T., a few of my friends, my ex-girlfriend-"

"Your- what?"

"Oh. Well, I mean, we were friends before we dated. Well... technically? She sort of just... hung around me and Ned in high school and then we started dating for a while but then we broke up in university. But we stayed friends. Became better friends, actually. So, she's my ex but also a really good friend. I promise it's not weird or anything. She's super cool about it. And I am too! Her name's MJ. I think you'll like her."

You stare at Peter. You think you see a bead of sweat twinkle on his forehead underneath the Christmas lights above.

He insists that you're welcome to come, and staying home alone for Christmas would be pretty hypocritical after your argument with Spider-Man.

Spider-Man.

"...and Spider-Man will be there."

Spider-Man?

You abruptly lock eyes with Peter. "Spider-Man?"

Peter's smile is tight-lipped, "Yeah." His voice cracks. "I mean, he's just stopping by real quick, but I invited him. He might not come. But... he also might."

Was this the friend of his throwing a Christmas party? Why in the world would Peter (Parker) invite you to the same party Spider-Man would be at, unless he could stand in the same room as him at the exact same time? There'd be no other way to convince you otherwise, and you'd be forced to accept that they really were two completely different people.

Yeah, right.

You'd go to this party and suss it out for yourself.

And it wouldn't hurt, would it? Peter was nice, if not the most awkward person you've ever met. To offer you a place at his aunt's Christmas dinner not long after hurling an object at his head was a sign of true Christmas spirit. You could learn a thing or two from him, "Okay. You've convinced me. What's your number? You can text me the address."

Peter blanks for a moment, "Um... yeah, um..." You watch him flounder, growing increasingly suspicious, "Can I see your phone?"

You drop your phone in his hand. His fingers move quickly across the keyboard before returning it to you. Peter Parker is now in your contacts. You check the number against Spidey's but there isn't a match. "Thanks," you glance at his wobbly smile, "I sent you a text."

Peter gestures behind him, "Oh, cool, awesome. Will you excuse me for a sec? I gotta use the restroom." And he doesn't wait for you to affirm before he's rushing down the hall and out of sight.

A full minute passes before you receive a text back from Peter.

15 Amfan Ave Forest Hills, NY 11375 7pm :) Hope you can make it! He never shuts up about you *I *shut

Hm.

So... I hear you're throwing things at people now Who told you that? You lose one phone, then you try to bludgeon an innocent man with another. I should lock you up and throw away the key I wasn't trying to bludgeon him, because I knew he'd be perfectly *fine*. And he helped me prove a point Which was... That the chances of him being you are more likely than either of you would have me to believe Could it be that you just have a thing for attractive, masked men? That is That is irrelevant to the conversation HA you so do Literally nothing to do with anything I just said It's okay. The mask makes it really easy to project one's ideal man onto me. Or so I've learned through Twitter I'm not projecting *anything* onto you Do you picture Ryan Reynolds when you talk to me? It's okay if you do Peter, shut up Maybe someone more boyish like Timothy chalet Timothee Chalet Timothee Chalamett I'd say you just like hearing yourself talk but this is a textual conversation I like that we can talk like this :) I like it too :) What about Tom Holland? We've got the same jaw If you think me accusing you of being Parker is me projecting a handsome man onto you, I can only assume you think he's hot. Which means I can assume you have a thing for him. Because I can also make things up Like Batman and Clark Kent? Are you saying Parker is the Clark Kent in our fictional relationship? More like Superman and Jimmy Olsen And you're my Lois Lane? ... Goodnight, Peter

Aunt May's home is beautiful. There's a lovingly sculpted garden out front that has since given into the snow, but you can tell it's a sight in the spring. For now, the Christmas garland lining the doorframe—wrapped in a rope of rainbow lights—brightens up the porch. As does the collection of little striped sweater-wearing gnomes gathered around the front door.

There's a commotion of voices behind it as you approach. You shift your plate into one hand, pressing the doorbell with the other, and the voices get louder. You swallow down your nerves when the door is ripped open by a stranger.

The stranger in question is staring out into the dark at you like they weren't expecting you. Your eyes quickly dart to the plaque beside the door and see a bold "15" emblazoned there. Nope. This is the house.

Their eyes zero in on the plate in your hand. Smiling, they open the door wide and step back, "Sweet! Peter said you'd bring dessert."

You kick the snow off your boots before stepping inside. The stranger shuts the door behind you before any more of the cold could get in. "It's peppermint bark," you explain, returning a smile of your own, "but I hear May's making a cake."

"May and Peter. May's great with everything but the oven- don't tell her I said that. I'm Ned, by the way." Ned holds his hand out for a shake.

Ned is really talkative, you find out. He holds your peppermint bark as you undo your boots and coat at the door, rattling off about how Peter and he had been friends at Midtown. He tells you about his job as a cybersecurity specialist, a job he'd naturally floated toward after graduating from MIT, and how he'd stayed with the Parkers for a few months after moving back to New York. It's how he knows that the downstairs bathroom door won't close unless you lift up when you shut it. You only remember about half of what he says by the time you get to the living room.

There are considerably fewer people than you expected, one of which makes his way over the minute you catch his eye.

"Hey," Harry grins. Unlike the nice suit he'd worn to the gala, he's dressed down in jeans and an ugly sweater with "I've been naughty" printed in big letters across the front, looking a lot less tense than when you'd first seen him, "Fancy seeing you here."

"I could say the same." You can't help but ask, "Don't the Osborns host Christmas Eve at Oscorp tower every year?"

Harry's good mood fizzles out right before your eyes. You feel pretty awful about it. "Uh, yeah. Norman does. But it's more business than anything, so I dipped. I'd rather be here watching Pete fuck up a perfectly good cake."

"I heard that!" Peter's voice calls from a room away.

Harry's good mood returns, "Well, it's good to see you at the annual Parker holiday celebration. And I'll forgive you for poking into my family business if you hand over those treats."

Bashful, you let Ned pass the plate into your hands before passing it to Harry, "Sorry. Reporter brain."

Harry's nose scrunches up, "Don't apologize. Unless these taste like ass."

"I promise they taste better than ass."

"Good enough," he backs away, turning his head to shout down the hall, "Peter! Get in here already!"

When the redhead is immersed in a game of UNO, you turn to Ned, "And that doesn't... feel weird? Having Harry Osborn at family dinner?"

"There are weirder things about Peter. Speak of the devil."

The ugly sweater is the first thing you notice. A companion to Harry's, it is nearly the exact same design, except for the "I've been nice" where the "I've been naughty" had been. He's dusting his hands of something when he comes around the corner. His eyes soften when he sees you with Ned, "Hey, you came." He says in a much too gentle voice. Harry and his opponents nearly drown him out with their cheers and boos.

Unlike at the office party, you notice, Peter's hair isn't tamed by hat nor hair gel. Instead, it curls incessantly around his flushed cheeks. He looked like a damn Keebler elf. It was frustratingly adorable. "Of course. I heard there'd be cake."

"How is that cake, Peter?" Ned pulls on a piece of the ugly sweater as he walks by, and you realize that some of the red had been singed. You follow Peter's frantic gaze from the hole to you.

"This was unrelated to the cake."

"You burned something else?"

"No! One of the stockings fell into the fireplace and I-" Peter trails off as you begin to smile, "you don't get to laugh at me if you didn't bring sweets."

"I did! Harry stole them." You nod over to the coffee table where the group is devouring your peppermint bark with reckless abandon. At least you knew they didn't taste like ass. Peter rushes over to steal the plate before they could polish off the last handful, much to their protest.

"Dinner's almost ready, I swear. You've met Ned, uh, Harry..." Peter scans the group, using his free hand to point out people, "...that's Yolanda, Katie, Lexie, Eduardo: all May's friends. May's in the kitchen but I'd stay out of her way until the ham comes out unharmed."

You notice that out of everyone gathered in the house, he does not mention his ex-girlfriend. "And MJ?"

You wait for an answer. Instead, something heavy shakes the house from above. It doesn't sound like it came from outside, but rather somewhere in the house. Not quite above your head. Weirdly enough, only you seem to be concerned about it.

Peter just glances at the ceiling, "And MJ."

MJ is tossing an empty storage bin to the side when you crawl up through the floor behind Peter. She's crouched on the balls of her feet, shoulders slouched, the sharp bones of her back poking through her tight graphic tee. Her head snaps toward you both when she hears you grunt up the last rung of the ladder. Her eyes narrow on you, then Peter, "I can't find it."

Peter offers you a hand to hoist you further into the attic, "Did you check the-"

"Yes. And I checked the one next to it. And the one next to that."

You look at Peter for an explanation, but he doesn't provide you with one. He walks over to where MJ has now fallen back on her ass, rifling through one of the bins. His mouth twists to the side. "Maybe she meant the box next to her old CDs?"

"There's like 15 boxes in here, Peter."

Off to the side of the room, where MJ was currently facing the mysterious dilemma, were about nine—not 15—storage bins in disarray. Two were off to the side, emptied of their contents: there were piles of men's clothes, women's clothes, baby blankets, and more. The third box that MJ was poring over had Halloween decorations in it.

"Well, you're getting close." Peter encourages.

The way MJ grumbles resentfully has you squirming. As time ticked on, your presence unannounced, you were starting to feel like an intruder. You clear your throat and MJ looks over at you for the second time, "Maybe I could help?" You offer.

At this, MJ brightens. "Finally! Someone cares about my plight. I don't know you, do I?"

You crawl over to where MJ is sitting and Peter gestures to you, "MJ, I told you about the reporter from the Bugle, right?" You give your name for good measure, and MJ's eyebrows raise. She gives a quick, indecipherable look to Peter. He returns it. Then she examines you.

After a moment, she dusts her hand off on her khakis and holds it out for you to shake, "Michelle Jones. Call me MJ." You repeat her nickname warmly. "Peter never shuts up about you."

Peter chokes on his spit.

"He... he does?"

MJ continues shaking your hand for longer than necessary, smiling secretively now, "Oh, yeah. He's got your blog bookmarked too. Post notifs for your Twitter, the works." You cut your eyes to Peter, appalled that he'd ratted you out to someone else, but MJ is quick, "I figured it out on my own ages ago."

"Is it really that obvious it's me?"

"No." And she smiles wider.

Peter is about to cut in with something when a woman's voice rings out, shrill and clear despite two layers of flooring in between you. He's needed with the ham. He looks between you and MJ, reluctant, "Look, if you can't find it-"

"We will." MJ's reply is confident, leaving no room for failure. You feel a little pressure applied to "we".

Peter nods. He mouths an apology at you and skitters out of the attic.

Left alone with MJ, you notice that she is staring at you now. You feel like you've been left alone with an oracle, prepared for your innermost being to be laid bare before you: past, present, and future. She looks like the type to know what makes people tick.

"What are you looking for?" You try to break the silence, though your voice comes out meeker than you'd have liked.

She doesn't look away from you as her fingers grip the container in between her legs, "Uncle Ben's favorite Christmas sweater. All I know is it has a reindeer holding a beer on the front."

Reinbeer. You almost laugh at it. You imagine it would tickle an uncle pink too. "Then I'll get to looking."

You've only just crawled over to a bin of your own when MJ asks you outright, "You like Peter, right?"

Your hand stills as it pries the top off. You feel her eyes burning into your back. "He's... nice, yeah."

You can hear how unimpressed she is with that, "I don't know if it's obvious, but Peter isn't exactly popular." You think that's kind of a cruel thing to say about someone you consider a friend, but MJ keeps going, "All he had was Ned back at Midtown. And me, eventually. I've known him since high school and he's made maybe a handful of friends, maybe less. The last time he invited someone new to Christmas dinner was Harry."

And that had been at least a few years, judging by how long Harry had been away at Oxford.

But why was she telling you this?

"He likes you." You yelp when you realize MJ's voice has gotten close. You turn, and she's kneeling behind you with no interest in your fear. "But do you like him?"

In her hands is a faded, toy Iron Man mask. "I... I think he's nice. I mean kind," you correct yourself when MJ frowns, "but I... I don't really know him. I mean, I don't think I do. I've only actually spoken to him twice and one of those times, there was a gun involved. Everything I know about him is through his pictures and Spidey, and I trust Spidey. So, I trust Peter."

"And Spider-Man?"

"What?"

"Do you like Spider-Man?"

You swallow. Like didn't really sum up how you felt about him. He was a hero, an inspiration, a friend, and also... yeah, you felt something more there too.

You think about why she would ask. Why it would have anything to do with you liking Peter or not. You look at her and it feels like she hasn't really asked you that different of a question at all. Your answer is much more definitive this time, "I do. I like him more than I know what to do with."

MJ leans back on her haunches. She appraises you, "He's pretty great, isn't he?" Her tone is considerably softer.

"Yeah. He really is." You smile.

MJ hands the mask to you and you take it, admiring the chips in its paint and the lovingly worn edges. She scoots between you and the bin you'd been looking into and pops the lid off. Almost immediately, she swears in relief. Sitting folded on top is the most gaudy sweater you've ever seen. A deformed reindeer is embroidered on the front, and sure enough, holds a can of beer in its hoof. When MJ shakes it out, little specks of dust fly everywhere.

This, too, she hands to you. You look at her in bewilderment. "You'll wanna make a good first impression with May," she advises, "just be prepared for the water works."

And there are water works.

May throws her arms around your neck and just about sobs her thanks to you, squishing the sweater between your chests. You note that she smells like candy canes. When she draws back, her glasses are all askew, "And I'm so glad you could make it! Peter wouldn't shut up about you. Isn't that right, Petey?"

Peter's eye twitches. "I'm gonna set the table. Ned, you wanna set the table?" And he scoots past you and May without waiting for a response.

"Don't mind him, he gets testy when he's cooking. Did Petey give you the tour?" You shake your head and May kisses her teeth in Peter's direction, "Okay, this is the kitchen, around the corner here is the dining room. You've seen the living room and the attic. The bathroom is by the front door, and the bedrooms are upstairs. If someone's in the bathroom down here, do not use the bathroom by the stairs. That's Ned's favorite when he gets bubbly guts, and he will get bubbly guts."

Ned complains under his breath as he walks by.

"If you need somewhere to get away from the festivities for a bit, backyard's that way and my room's upstairs, first door to the left. All good?" She pets your shoulder. Then, she looks down at the sweater still in your hands and takes it from you, tenderly. "I'm gonna go change into this and then dinner is served. Help yourself to anything, okay?"

May leaves you in the kitchen with that. Around the corner, Peter and Ned are fussing over where to put the ham and sides. Around the other corner, Harry is drunkenly singing Christmas carols with Yolanda. MJ watches on from the corner of the room, recording on her phone. She catches your eye and mouths, "For blackmail."

You peek into the dining room and Peter is worrying over one of the chairs. You can hear Ned scold him, "Sit next to them. You don't wanna talk over the ham. It'll kill the mood."

"But how do I... subtly get them to sit in this chair and not next to MJ or something?"

"Tell MJ not to sit next to them."

"But what if-" You jolt a little when Peter suddenly spots you eavesdropping. He straightens up with a death grip on the chair he'd been messing with, "Hey! Hi. This is your chair by the way." And he tops it all off with a smile.

It's warm in May's home.

You don't even register the cold at first. You do register Harry's frenzy, the way he grabs far more napkins than he needs to, pressing them to your stomach where the majority of his spilled drink had gone. When you finally do comprehend what just happened, you place your hands over his, "How long have you been plotting your revenge?"

Harry is red-faced. He lets you hold the napkins there while May rushes to find a towel, "Sorry. I wasn't looking where I was- sorry."

You don't get to dwell on the déjà vu of it all. May is ushering you up the stairs with a beach towel pressed to your front, muttering about how she'll have to put Harry on ginger ale for the rest of the night. She guides you into what you're certain is Peter's old bedroom.

It's been cleaned out, and most of his personal belongings must be at his own place, but there are still old posters on the wall, and a calendar dated in April, two years ago. His bed is ruffled like he'd slept overnight. It's neat, and looks like it usually is neat, but there are traces of him everywhere, like picture frames with Peter and May and a man you don't recognize.

"Peter probably has something here you can wear. It's all stuff from college." She digs through the top drawer of his dresser, finally stopping on a sweatshirt with Empire State University in college block across the chest. "Here! You think this'll fit?"

She stretches it out and you nod, thankful, "Yeah, thank you so much, May."

She smiles, "Okay. Bathroom's across the hall if you need to wash off. I can run your shirt through a wash while you're here if you'd like. Just let me know, okay?"

May is, perhaps, the sweetest woman on earth. She leaves you with a thumbs up and shuts the door behind you, reminding you to lock it after she leaves.

Your shirt had absorbed most of the drink, and you're relatively unscathed besides some sticky residue. You wipe at your stomach with the towel she'd given you and slip Peter's sweater on. It feels... odd, wearing it. It smells like May's house with little traces of Peter.

Your eyes drift back to the picture frames.

One such frame sits on top of the dresser, a photo of Peter and the man who you assume is Uncle Ben. He holds Peter in a headlock but they're both smiling at the camera. You smile too, tracing a finger around the wooden edges.

Another picture is of Peter and MJ and Ned, standing outside of MIT with their fingers pointing at the school. Another is of Peter and MJ sharing cotton candy at Coney. Another is of Peter as a little boy, with two people flanking his side that you do not know. You realize you'd never asked about Peter's parents.

There are other photos of him around that age with May and Ben, and as you piece together what feels like an undoubtedly tragic story, you catch something outside the window.

A person. Hanging onto the side of the house.

Your heart hammers in your chest as a hand pushes the window up, and then, "Did I scare you?" Spider-Man perches on the sill with what you can imagine is a shit-eating grin.

You stomp over to the window and shove at his shoulder, but he doesn't budge in the slightest, "You almost gave me a heart attack! Were you watching me get dressed?"

The mask's eyes blow open, "What? No! I swear I just got here."

"Do you ever use the front door?"

"Not if I can help it," he crawls in, staying planted by the window, "don't tell me you're snooping through Parker's things."

"I was just... looking. At the pictures. And Harry Osborn spilled his drink all over me so I had to borrow Parker's shirt."

"Hm. ESU looks good on you."

You look up at Peter, who keeps his hands tucked behind his back, leaning against the wall by the window. "Aren't you gonna say hi to the party? Make Parker look cool?"

"Eventually. Maybe. Might just watch from afar."

"No, nuh-uh. You said you had holiday plans and that you were going to a party. That doesn't count if you're watching from afar."

Peter's head sways to the side, "I never said this was the party I was going to."

"Is there another?"

"Well... maybe. Maybe not."

"Peter-" You whine, but he cuts you off.

"I'm not a party guy! Sue me."

"Well, then Parker's got you beat two for two. Unless you're lying, since I haven't given up on my conspiracy theory."

Peter presses himself off the wall, sauntering toward you in a zig-zag. Your eyes follow him, back and forth, back and forth, until he's a step or two away. His hand reaches out to play with one of your sleeves, its seams resewn with mismatched thread, "Leaving a party as Peter Parker to come back as Spider-Man. Give Parker some credit. That's the kind of plan you come up with in high school."

You shrug, trying not to act like Peter playing with your sleeve wasn't giving you goosebumps. "You never know."

Peter nods, "Yeah, you're right. I mean, he was really excited to see you."

"Oh yeah?" You swallow.

"Yeah. Was kind of pathetic, actually."

Peter shoots a web at the ceiling and twists, catching the web between his feet so he could hang upside down. The suddenness makes you stumble back with a breathless laugh, "That's not a very nice thing to say about a friend."

"Weren't you the one who said he'd be shaking and crying if you yelled at him?"

You sigh, "I was... I was teasing you."

"Because I'm Peter Parker."

He says it matter of fact. You stare at him, "Yeah," you whisper, "that's right."

He pulls himself up the web until he's face to face with you, "Then that wouldn't be very nice to say to a friend, would it?"

"No, it wouldn't. If you were Peter Parker, I guess I'd have to apologize to you."

"Yeah? How?"

You breathe deep. Everyone is still laughing downstairs. You become hyper-aware of the fact that you hadn't locked the door. At any moment, someone could walk in and...

Peter waits, curious.

Your fingers trace the lines of his jaw, pressing into the fabric of his mask, feeling over the ridges where black lines broke red. You know what you want to do. And you also know that there is no going back if you do it.

Your fingers reach the place where the mask meets the rest of his suit. Hooking two fingers under the fabric, you pull.

Your fingernails trace over the curve of his Adam's apple as it bobs, over the jut of his chin. Peter's breath is heaving. One of his hands releases its grip on the web and you see it glide toward yours out of the corner of your eye. You just feel the skin of his bottom lip under your finger when you realize how this might look. What he might think you're trying to do.

Mask in hand, questions of his identity hanging in the air, your curiosity and his vulnerability. You release the mask, awash with worry. You want to get it out before there's any misunderstanding, but as your hand drifts back to yourself, his catches it. You would give anything to know what he's thinking right now.

Peter lets your fingers fall. Silently, he drags the mask over the tip of his nose and leaves it resting there. An invitation. "I trust you." He promises. And kisses you.

He has to stretch a little to reach you. You understand this and press closer, taking the back of his head in your hands and holding it steady for you, but you know you're trembling. You curse yourself for how much your body reacts to this, how uncool you must look, how you shake with all the excitement and terror of this. You kiss him and feel silly about how you claimed to know his lips so well before now. That was nothing.

This is everything. So many things. Each time you go back in for more, you lock away some new little detail about him.

Peter places a hand against your neck and tugs you even closer, but the momentum makes him swing a little bit so his nose bumps your chin. You're too stiff to laugh, but he does, "Sorry," his voice is raspy, "this looked cooler in my head."

You lean into him, dizzied, "Was this... did you plan for me to kiss you? When you got up there?"

"I've wanted to kiss you plenty of ways." Peter's admission is followed by a sigh. He presses a hand to your chest and nudges you back a step before he's dropping to his feet and advancing upon you once more, bumping you against the dresser as the picture frames rattle. Your fingers sneak under his mask at the back of his head so they can sink into his silky hair.

He probably kisses you a hundred more times after that. Every kiss you think might be the last, but then you feel a tug in your chest and go in for one more. An itch that no scratch can soothe.

Peter's mask starts to slip and you feel one of his hands leave your waist to fix it, but the warmth your fingers had snuggled into disappears and-

You keep your eyes screwed shut, "Peter." You gasp against his mouth. Your fingers twitch in his hair, finding no resistance.

"It's okay," he nudges your nose with his, still pressing kisses to the corner of your mouth, "it's okay."

"But-"

"Don't you wanna know if you were right?"

You squeak when his lips find the underside of your jaw, "I don't need- you don't need to-"

"You're always right," Peter interrupts you, kissing down your neck, "I was never fooling you. You're so smart, you know that?"

"Peter." You say his name with no real plans for it to do anything, letting your head fall back.

"Please." He says back. Urging.

You lift your head, heart hammering away, and meet the eyes of Peter Parker.

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