#mjs diner tag

[firingstars]

in this life | ch. 2

bucky barnes x female reader

summary: "There's only one God, doll, and He's gonna bring me back to you." "I don't need God," you told him, fresh tears brimming over your eyes. "I just need you."

warnings: 18+, mdni, smut, wall sex, clothed sex, fingering, its a quickie, reincarnation trope, language, mentions of financial instability, memories are written with italicizes, no use of y/n, angst, yearning, longing, everyone's alive no one is dead because i said so, alternating pov's

word count: 4.2k

a/n: btw i guess i have an obsession with making peter parker the reader's friend but i promise peter is happy in this fic and mj is also your best friend and ned is also mentioned as well-- you work with mj at the diner LOLLL

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“Sergeant B̴̜̟̬̿͐ä̸̲̯̳͛̔r̵͉̆n̷͔̯̏̿ẽ̷̥̅͂s̸̠̣̹̒͒,” you read the order, forcing a smile on your face. “107th infantry. Sounds kinda important. Like you’ll be in the front lines.”

“Something like that,” he mutters, fussing with the belt around his waist. You let out a breath, re-reading the words on the ink smudged letter once more. 

You already memorized each letter on this small piece of paper. To you, this letter signified the end of your entire world.  

“How do I look, pretty girl?” he asked, turning to face you. He takes the letter from your hands once again, tucking it away into his breast pocket where you can’t reach it. You’ve been spending every waking moment of your time ingraining the orders into your mind like it was a death sentence. To you, it is. He’s trying to make you forget about it. 

You give him a hum of approval, letting your eyes roam all over his figure. As much as you hate the reason why he’s wearing the uniform, you can’t deny that he looks incredibly handsome in it. He had gotten it tailored to fit him, so it’s perfectly fitting his body in all the right places. Maybe it’s something about seeing a man in a work uniform, in the same way that you swoon when he wears a suit for special occasions.

“Like you’re about to head into war,” you replied with a snort.

“Probably because I am,” he said with a shake of his head. There’s a smile somewhere on his face. You can hear it. You don’t answer him though. You’re a bit busy undressing him with your eyes. Tearing off the uniform into scrapes of thread that you could reuse for something else would be nice. Pushing his naked body into the bed would be even better. Maybe you would keep his dog tags around his neck, just so you could use it to pull him down onto you.

Fingers are placed under your chin, and you’re forced to look up at him, to meet the eyes that you can’t see.

“We don’t have time for whatever you’re thinking of, doll. We have to go meet S̶͔̄͑t̸̙̜̏e̷̲͎̠̅̂v̴͚̤̱̐ḭ̶̊́̕e̴̦̥͖̋ for the Stark Expo,” he said, his voice dropping dangerously low with that deep husk that makes a shiver run down your spine.

“Wasn’t thinking of anything,” you told him, feigning innocence with a sweet smile.

“Really? A shame, I thought we were thinking of the same thing,” he sighed, releasing his hold on your chin. You raise an eyebrow at him, tilting your head.

“What would that be?” you said, looking up at him from your lashes. 

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” he whispered, his voice soft and teasing. 

“It’s an order, Sergeant. From your direct supervisor,” you said, watching as his shoulders shake slightly with a chuckle. “I suggest you hurry up and act before you piss me off and make us late.”

“Can’t be disobeying my first order, now can I?” he grinned, reaching for the sleeves of your dress. 

“Maybe you could,” you hummed, already making work of undoing the belt around his waist before getting to the buttons of his blazer. “Maybe you could get dishonorably discharged, get sent home back to me.”

“Don’t make me laugh, doll,” he murmured, pressing his lips to your neck.

“Worth a shot,” you sighed into him, carefully pushing his blazer off his shoulders. He allowed you to, and you made sure to gently drape it over the couch in a way that it wouldn’t wrinkle. 

“Can’t fully get undressed, pretty,” he muttered, gathering the skirt of your dress in one hand to get it out of the way to allow his other hand to reach beneath it. You let out a soft gasp as his fingers started to play with your clit over the fabric of your undergarments.You grabbed onto his arms for stability, resting your forehead on his shoulder. “We gotta be fast.”

“Fast– why aren’t you inside me yet then, Sergeant?” you moaned, eyes fluttering shut as he stuck a knee between your legs to spread them more. His fingers shifted, moving the fabric of your underwear to the side so he could slip his fingers right into your aching pussy.

“You’re naughty,” he clicked his tongue. “Already dripping. Is it the uniform?”

“No,” you quickly responded. A lie, one that he caught, and answered by curling his fingers in you the way that he knew would make you tremble. 

You moaned into his shoulder, and he hummed happily in response, his fingers speeding up the work. They massaged within you quickly, performing in ways that only he knew you liked. The ways that he only was allowed to touch you– ways that he could only have you. You were a goner, clenching around his fingers, trembling against his body.

“I got you. You’re doing so well. So good for me,” he whispered the praise in your ear. “Cum for me, pretty girl. Cum for me, then I’ll stuff you full of my cock. Sounds good?”

You nodded frantically, unable to produce the words to answer him. You were so close, right at the edge of the cliff– and he pressed the heel of his palm to your clit. You were undone just like that. A moaning, shaking mess. His other arm wrapped around your waist to hold you upright against him as you trembled in his arms, his fingers slowing but never stopping as you came on them. 

When the shaking subsided, you were being lifted up, legs being wrapped around his waist. You felt your back against the wall, and you lifted your head to look at him– only to throw your head back against the wall with a moan as he slipped inside you without warning. 

“B̷̺̝̤̉ṵ̷̓̑͑c̷̠̆̈́̒̋k̸̢̖̰͚͔̾͐̐̒͌,” you gasp, holding onto his shoulders for dear life as his hips piston in and out of you quickly. He was so pretty like this– still in his military dress uniform. He was slightly unkempt now, his dress pants pushed below his waist so he could bury his cock in you without restraint. 

“Yeah, doll?” he whispered, burying his face in your neck, breathing heavily. His heart was beating as fast as yours. You could feel him– feel how hard he was inside of you. His cock was twitching and jumping in reaction to every pulse of your already sensitive walls, and you were going to cum again soon.

“It– it’s too much,” you stammered, digging your nails through his shirt and into his skin. “Baby, slow down–”

“No can do,” he grunted, snapping his hips into you even harder. “We gotta be fast, sweetheart. You… you said it yourself. We gotta go.”

You whine in response, eyes rolling to the back of your head. You really couldn’t take it anymore. He hadn’t given you much time to come down from your previous release before he had set a punishing pace with his cock, and you were done for with him so close to you.

With one more specific thrust, one more moan that hit your ears, you were cumming around him, clamping hard on his dick and tensing against his body. Your lover cursed, holding you tighter to him as he came in you with one last thrust, filling you with his own release. 

He pressed kisses all over your face, murmuring praises in between each one. He held onto your legs as he carried you to the bathroom, only separating your body from his when he had you seated on the sink counter. You both moaned one last time as he slipped out of you.

Your lover grabbed a washcloth, and began to clean up the mess in between your legs, then himself, then made work to make both of you look presentable again before checking the time on his wrist.

“Looks like we’re gonna be late, doll,” he chuckled.

You wake with a deep sigh, throwing your arm over your eyes as you try to calm down your thundering heartbeat. More often than not these days, you were having wet dreams of this soldier man. You couldn’t even tell anyone you were lusting over a soldier from the 40s that was about to head off into war. 

The digital clock on your night stand lets you know you woke up a couple hours earlier than you needed to for your lecture. You could risk it by going back to sleep. You only entertain the idea for a couple more seconds before you force yourself out of bed and into the shower to clean the sticky mess between your legs. 

You have a neuroscience exam coming up in a few days and a psychology exam later that day, but you can’t study as much as you want to. With both your dreams harassing you with details that you haven’t even experienced in real life, along with the crippling fear of drowning in student debt, you’re stuck working late nights at the diner down the street from your university.

Honestly, you want to wrap your hands around your throat for doing this to yourself. The only reason you chose this field of study– Traumatic Memory Rehabilitation Science– is because of the doctors that let you down as a teenager. There has to be something wrong with you. You were convinced there had to be. Something that you missed in your developmental stages of life that’s causing all of these dreams.

That was the selfish reason, at least. 

The selfless version that you told others was simply the fact that you lived in New York and there were more than several times a year when the city became a breeding ground for trauma and heartache. You could help people while helping yourself. And get good money doing it, too.

Money.

You don’t even want to look at your bank account, and you ignore the way your stomach growls. It was the beginning of the month, and you already paid the rent. At the very least, you wouldn’t have to worry about that expense for another thirty days. If things really got tough, you could dip into your savings and treat yourself to a nice meal. You decided to refrain. You could charm the line cook into giving you a free dish later on when you clocked in for your shift. 

Which is exactly what you attempt to do after you put your uniform on. Thankfully, he’s a big softie and you get a warm plate of mashed potatoes and a lesser grade cut of steak, but beggars can't be choosers and meat is meat.

“Table in your section– two customers,” your coworker and one of your closest friends, MJ, called from the front.

“Coming,” you responded, forcing another few mouthfuls down your throat before washing it all away with two gulps of water. 

“Heads up,” MJ said as she handed you menus and a mint, “they’re kinda hot.”

“I’m telling Peter you said that,” you scoffed at her. She grinned at you as she watched you pop the mint in your mouth and tuck the menus under your arm before grabbing a couple of waters to bring to the table.

You wanted to shoot MJ in the foot the second your table came into view. You did everything in your power to stop yourself from tripping over your feet and spilling the waters in your hands. Your customers weren’t just kinda hot. They were the embodiment of desire and sex and all things sinful. 

Steve Rogers was sitting at your table, with James Buchanan Barnes in front of him.

Oh, shit.

“Good evening, boys,” you said, placing their glasses on the table along with the menus. You tell them your name, “I’ll be your server tonight. Can I get you something other to drink than water?”

Both men are staring at you like you have two heads. You’d be lying if it wasn’t unnerving. Did you smell like steak? Was your eyeliner smudged? Maybe you had a loop in your hair and they were staring at it, wondering if it was the polite thing to do to tell you about it. Either way, it was making your heart pound in your chest with anxiety the longer they didn’t speak. Usually customers wouldn’t bother you like this, but this was different. These were two war heroes and current superheroes.

“Should I give you two a few more minutes?” you finally speak once more, taking a deep breath as you do.

It’s Steve who snaps out of it, and clears his throat. “No, sorry. Lost in thought– um. Water is good. Thank you. We might need a few minutes to decide what we’ll order though.”

“No worries at all. I’ll come back in a few to check up on you. Call for me if you decide earlier,” you said, releasing the breath. Thank God.

Steve gives you a grateful smile, and nods once. You glance over to his partner sitting across from him, your gaze lingering on him for longer than you would like to admit.

You’ve read about both men in your history classes. You’ve had tests and quizzes on them for as long as you could remember. You recall having a field trip to the museum to see the memorial structure that was made for the two of them when you were in high school, and you remember when Captain America first emerged from the ice. You also remember when the Winter Soldier was all over the news, and how everyone online was torn into sides over the fact that he got a pardon.

Yet, you realize that you don’t think any of the pictures you’ve seen in your textbooks, in the museums, or on the news could do his face any justice. He looks tired, which is a given based on the information that you know about him, but it doesn’t hide how pretty he looks. Stormy, steel blue eyes that stared into yours without wavering. A short beard growing on his face from not shaving for a couple days. Hair that stopped above his shoulders, but looked well taken care of and maintained. He was also bigger than you remembered. He’s full of muscle and memories, all from the years of time that he’s spent fighting. 

You pause at the thought.

Bigger than you remembered? 

What the hell were you thinking of? This was the first time you’ve ever seen this man in person, first time that he’s ever been within arm's length to you. There’s nothing to remember here. 

You give him a smile, and tear your gaze away from his, ignoring the tug in your chest as you do. You need another drink of water. Or a shot. Something to get you through the next hour or two that these guys will be in your section.

You lock eyes with MJ briefly, and she raises her eyebrows at you in amusement. You glare at her in response as the front door opens, signaling that another patron has walked in.

Thankfully, the dinner rush starts to pile in not too long after. You don’t have the time to contemplate what just happened when you locked eyes with the soldier. You were even more grateful that both men seemed to pull themselves together out of whatever stupor they were in, and ordered without another awkward pause between the two of you.

You raced around the diner like this, checking up on them briefly to make sure they didn’t need anything else, made sure their food was cooked properly and tasted good, and kept refilling their waters when you noticed their glasses were running low. You would be damned if Captain America had to ask you for a refill on water. 

When Steve finally caught your attention to ask for the check, you decided to make an executive decision. 

“On the house,” you said, waving a hand like it was nothing.

“What?” Steve asked, pausing in grabbing his wallet from his pocket. 

You gave him a shrug. “For your service. Back then and now. I grew up on stories from my grandfather saying that you saved him from an enemy bunker during the war. He loved the two of you,” you confessed, shaking your head at the memory before looking at them again. “And for your service now. I don’t love that the city I grew up in is always being attacked, but it’s nice to know that you guys are around to put everything back together.”

Both men stare at you, and you think you’ve said too much. You feel a little embarrassed, gushing over your childhood superheroes like this. So, you clear your throat and give them another small, sheepish smile. 

“I hope you two have a great night,” you said. “Take your time, too. No rush to get out the door.”

You quickly leave their table before they can protest your decision for a free meal. Your paycheck will take the hit, but you feel good about it at least. 

Both men linger in the diner for a little while longer before they decide to pick themselves up and leave. Once they’re gone and out the door, you start to clear the dishes from their table. Then, you freeze. A fat stack of cash is sitting underneath one of the plates, next to a napkin with writing. You pick up the napkin, your hands trembling as you read the words over and over again.

Thanks for the meal, doll. - Sergeant 

You carried the money back home in your purse, clutching the accessory like you were holding some sort of bomb. You were still trembling that night when you counted every single bill, only to realize that each bill was a pretty Benjamin staring straight at you.

You ended up googling how much money Avengers made because there was no way that they just walked away from your table after paying your entire tuition for the year. Or rather– was it just Bucky? Barnes was a Sergeant, you knew that. The napkin that you had carefully placed on your nightstand was only from him.

Your mind was still reeling, and you didn’t touch the money for a week. You couldn’t. You kept your eyes and ears open more than usual, looking around every single corner, and perking up at every single patron that walked through the doors of the diner. Maybe Bucky would return, and you could confront him. Tell him to take back the money, that it was too damn much for you to just accept.

But when the first bill came in your mailbox, and you looked at your checking account, your mind only wandered back to the cash you had carefully hidden away behind your dresser. You’d become paranoid at this point, thinking that everyone knew how much money you were harboring. Of course, ten grand really wasn’t that much in the grand scheme of things. Still, it was more than enough to keep you comfortable for a while. 

You sighed and went down to your university’s finance department, ready to pay off a bill for the semester.

“Hm? It’s already been taken care of.”

You’re about to throw up.

“What?” you breathe, mind racing. “What do you mean it’s been taken care of?”

“You were accepted for one of the Stark Foundation’s scholarships,” the receptionist said, typing away at her computer. “Pretty impressive, if you tell me. Tony Stark has been pretty selective in who he chooses for that scholarship. Just keep your grades up, and the rest of your schooling is paid for. If you graduate with enough honors and recognition, I’m sure that he’ll take you in for an internship for the research you’re conducting.”

You didn’t know what to say. Reality didn’t feel real anymore. If you didn’t know any better, you would’ve thought you were dreaming at this moment, but there was no way that you could have been– he wasn’t here. All your dreams included him.

“Oh, and the scholarship includes a meal plan,” the receptionist said, taking a brochure out from her drawer. “For the university’s cafeterias.”

Your university had the best damn food you’d ever tried, but the issue was that it was too expensive without a meal plan to pay for it. You’d had it once, twice, when you were desperate enough between classes and on the brink of starvation. Your next planned time to go there was before you graduated and left the campus behind.

“Congratulations on your scholarship,” the receptionist smiled at you, and you could tell it was genuine. However, she looked behind you towards the line of other students waiting to pay their bills. “Is there anything else that I can help you with today?”

“No. Sorry– um. I didn’t apply for any scholarship,” you quickly said, snapping back into your body after the brief metaphysical journey you went through in your head. “I have the regular grants given to me by the state and some other smaller scholarships that I qualified for, but I wasn’t qualified for Stark Foundation.”

“Stark Foundation is always looking for bright young minds to push the world forward in these tough times. You must’ve caught his eye with a couple of your essays or papers that you published this year.”

You shook your head. No. You knew that it wasn’t enough because you researched it. You applied for every damn scholarship under the sun, and you didn’t meet all of Tony Stark’s requirements. He was looking for engineers. You were studying towards mental health and memory reconstruction and trauma rehabilitation. 

“What– what’s the exact name of the scholarship?” you stuttered, still confused.

The receptionist let out a little sigh, visibly more annoyed now. She clicked a few more buttons on her mouse, looking at her computer screen before glancing back at you. 

“It looks like you have received the Anthony E. Stark Foundation Legacy Scholarship of Distinguished Scholars and Scientific Excellence award.”

You have never even heard of such a damn thing before. 

You leave the administration office, feeling more confused than before. None of this makes sense. Your entire world had been knocked off balance in just one week, but nothing was technically wrong. Was this luck of the draw? 

You pull your phone out of your pocket, immediately calling Peter. It rang once, twice, and he picked up on the third time. 

“Hey!” he greeted you, sounding extremely chipper. “What’s up?”

“Since when does Tony Stark give out scholarships to people that don’t apply for it– people that don’t even qualify for it?” you asked him. 

“Huh? Mr. Stark? Uh… From what I know, and I’m just an intern– the scholarships are a real grueling process. He only grants them to the students that he wants to work with in the future, but there’s a bunch of different meetings and lots of processes that the person has to go through to even secure the scholarship,” Peter answered.

“Is that what you went through?” you demanded.

“Well, you know about my… special circumstances,” he said slowly, and you let out a breath. “And so does Mr. Stark.”

“Right. Of course. Sorry, Peter,” you murmured. 

“Are you okay? You sound a bit off,” he said, and you could hear the worry in his voice. 

“I’m fine,” you said, a bit too fast to sound convincing. “Um– is MJ working later tonight? If so, I’ll see her at the diner.”

“Oh, yeah. Me and Ned will stop by for dinner, too,” he replied, and you were thankful he accepted the topic change.

“Cool. Cool,” you whispered, then cleared your throat. “I gotta go now, but I’ll see you later.”

You didn’t wait for your friend’s response before hanging up the phone. Your mind was still reeling at the cards dealt to you. You had a scholarship. You had a meal plan to feed you when you were on campus. 

Your feet froze in place as the situation dawned upon you.

Steve and Bucky did something. If it wasn’t Peter, then it had to be them. You don’t know why this is tugging at your chest, or why you have such a strong feeling, but you just know that the two of them had something to do with this. They had to. It started off with the money that Bucky left you on your table. Both of them had direct connections to Iron Man, and you don’t think it would be that difficult for them to figure out who the hell you were by just seeing your face and hearing your name once.

Was this the positive karma coming back to you just for giving them one free meal? Did both men feel the need to repay you after showing them some basic respect for the work they’ve done for the city– for the world?

You try to ignore a deeper feeling inside of you. They looked at you like they knew you. Like they had history with you, and were making up for lost time in their own way. It was a silly, strange feeling, but all at the same time– you felt that you knew them. That they did this, that they have had to do this.

You didn’t even realize you were crying until you saw the soft splatters of tears on the concrete at your feet. You let out a soft laugh, touching your face. 

It wasn’t tears of happiness. Strangely enough, you felt empty.

next chapter

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[plasticflowersinahistorycemetery]

it's a cruel summer

"You ever feel like our life's an indie movie?" "... shut the fuck up and pass me the blunt."

°⋆𓇼˚❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:𖦹 Frozen-in-time beach town that looks like the end credits of a John Hughes movie. Summer tastes like diner milkshakes, bad beer, and regret. The drive-in's still running, so is your old bike.

°⋆𓇼˚❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:𖦹 You came back to "take a break" from college. Your mom says you're wasting your potential, but your friends say you never left—and maybe that's the scariest part.

°⋆𓇼˚❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:𖦹 Chipped nail polish and thrifted sweaters that smell like someone else's perfume. Polaroids stuffed in the pages of dog-eared poetry books. Sand in your bed, saltwater in your lungs, something feral in your smile.

°⋆𓇼˚❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:𖦹 Sitting on countertops, legs swinging, eyes too tired for your age. Hair you cut yourself at 3am because "change starts somewhere." Bruised knees from bridge jumping, shaky hands lighting joints in the dark.

°⋆𓇼˚❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:𖦹 The bikes stay chained behind the diner, the pier splinters under bare feet. Dean Winchester still ruins every party he shows up to. And Ben Hargrove—local golden boy, locker room prince—just learned your name.

NOW PLAYING:

❀ harness your hopes

❀ superboy & supergirl

❀ dad rock

❀ longshot

❀ crybaby

❀ wet

❀ diet coke

❀ sycamore leaves

❀ tears over beers x scott pilgrim vs. my gpa

❀ freequent letdown

❀ no talk

❀ two beers in

❀ cave song

❀ rose in hand

❀ be safe

❀ the end

𓇼 get immersed

❀ character headcanons and aesthetics/moodboards ❀

a/n: this is a crossover au. we got a lot of our fave supernatural and the boys characters. i'm putting all my other series on hold for a minute because i'm forcing myself to try and finish things up and it's sucking my enjoyment out of writing. i've been feeling pretty shitty lately, but this??? this has got me really fuckin' excited to write. so, i hope y'all like the idea... and i really hope you like the story even more. all the love.

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let me know if you wanna be tagged <3

[jiminjeonging]

Au where mj is a waitress and jm just goes to the diner she works at to be a little shit. Jm who asks mj "are you on the menu?" when she takes her order so she can see her blush a tomato red and say "jimin!" in her high-pitched voice, jm who refuses to order anything unless it's mj serving her even when mj is clearly busy, jm who makes mj read out the entire menu for her, jm who teases mj for her uniform, a short little blue (hehe) and white striped dress with her name tag on it and a apron, saying "you really get paid to prance around in that cute little thing?", jm who calls mj her own personal servant, jm who just spends 90% of her time gawking at mj in her cute little dress and knee high socks, mj telling her "either stop staring at me and order something or get out" (she doesn't mean it, she loves the attention 🩷). Jm calling for mj every five seconds, saying "minjeongieeee I need a refill for my water!" and mj just replies "didn't I tell you not to call me that?" with the cutest pout on her lips. Jm threatening to tell mj's manager whenever she gets too bratty (she won't actually, she loves her bratty girl)

And yes, mj wants jm's tip 🙂‍↕️

i love this thank youuu!!!!!<3<3<3<3 only jm can get away with this behaviour and make it look charming!

[natalie-goodman]

tagged by @the-sparkling-diamond-satine and tagging anyone who wants to do it

[ao3feed-petermj]

I knew it I know you

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/K6rxVmp by LinaRai "Michelle Jones-Watson isn't even supposed to be in New York when the world goes dark." OR MJ can't quite figure out why New York's most recent supervillain has trapped her in a repeating memory of a perfectly normal shift at the diner, but she's pretty sure this Peter Parker has something to do with it. Words: 4642, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Thunderbolts (Movie 2025) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: Peter Parker, Michelle Jones (Marvel), Matt Murdock, Frank Castle Relationships: Michelle Jones/Peter Parker Additional Tags: Fix-It for Movie: Spider-Man: No Way Home (2021), Angst with a Happy Ending, Post-Movie: Spider-Man: No Way Home (2021), POV Alternating, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, The Void Shame Rooms (Thunderbolts 2025), i can't believe that's a tag already omg, no beta we die like may read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/K6rxVmp

[coiled-dragon]

Tagged by @gerardway-is-my-babygirl to share 5 songs I have on repeat! ♥♥♥

'Gone' has been STUCK SO HARD in my head even before I got stuck on The Passenger, but it also works really well as a Stockroom Syndrome song so I listen to it.. a Lot

Like all good hyperfixations I keep coming back to this song, it's just such a good remix

FAAAAAAVORITE Kim Dracula song, you should all listen to Kim Dracula, they're amazing. Kim Dracula. (also its a Benson Song LMAO)

GENUINELY not escaping the The Passenger hyperfixation allegations. One of my favorite Hozier songs, also makes me think of Stockroom Syndrome lmfao

I LOVE MY GIRL BILLIE EILISH AND THIS SONG SLAPS SO HARD.... AND ALSO, AGAIN, IS STOCKROOM SYNDROME CODED.......

And now to tag someone Toby didnt.... Which is funny but like we are in the same friendgroup gsadfhfghf. ANYWAY.

@babycupart @robinsnest2111 @rotnik-tmblr @b-rainlet @pinkiepiebones And anyone else who wants to do it!! Cause its fun to share music tastes ♥♥♥

[ao3feed-peterparker]

Midtown AcaDec vs. The Worst Hostage Situation Ever

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/bHkQrmn by littleLover_fandoms Peter just wanted to enjoy the Midtown AcaDec team’s annual post-competition celebration. But when their favorite diner gets taken over by a group of very confused, very bad criminals, it turns into the worst (and possibly dumbest) hostage situation ever. Also, Flash won’t stop live-streaming, MJ is trying to unionize the hostages, and Peter is 99% sure these criminals have no idea what they’re doing. Featuring: One very tired Spider-Man, a lot of unnecessary screaming, and an absolutely unhinged group of high schoolers. Words: 569, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Spider-Man - All Media Types, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Betty Brant, Flash Thompson, Peter Parker, Academic Decathlon Team Members (Spider-Man: Homecoming), Michelle Jones (Marvel), Ned Leeds, Abe Brown, Cindy Moon Additional Tags: Peter Parker is a Mess, Peter Parker is a Ray of Sunshine, Author Is Sleep Deprived, Hostage Situations, Fluff and Crack, Fluff and Humor read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/bHkQrmn

[penzyroamin]

i can now say ive read @weisenbachfelded 's "as you've always been" on a plane. so yeah. kind of badass experience

[phiapng]

on an ordinary sunday 🍳

[penzyroamin]

my insta story from roughly twenty hours ago. mj we are on the same wavelength

i present to u: lesbian ranks men

[which-star]

#42 + your choice for ship!

also for @i-lovethatforme bc she asked me the same number!!!! Spidey squad social media uni au anyone???

better off (with me)

Felicia stares down at her screen, unusually dumbfounded. Cindy Moon's Instagram has changed.

What used to be a profile picture of Peter dozing off is replaced with no profile picture at all. The Instagram bio ("see you, out there") is the same... except for the little part under that phrase where Peter's handle used to be tagged. That's gone now.

When a certain Cindy Moon only has five posts up on her page, and nothing but group photos, it's pretty telling when something's changed. Especially when Cindy only ever changed her profile picture to Peter after a certain idiot (Flash) suggested it. It's like all traces of boyfriend Peter on her profile have vanished.

Hurriedly, Felicia switches over to search for Peter's user. There's a brief moment as everything loads where Felicia's almost praying it matches the clean slate of Cindy's. It does.

His profile picture used to be a selfie of him with an arm slung around Cindy's neck. Cindy's face was scrunched up in delight, the drawstrings of her hoodie pulled all the way. Peter's cheek was squished against the side of her head, also grinning. It could -- as far as couple selfies went -- even be considered cute. That picture is gone, in its stead a picture of Peter against a sunset.

Felicia frowns. She liked that selfie. Well, she liked Cindy in that selfie. The arm around her and the face nuzzling her could've been improved on, but Felicia could practically hear Cindy's giggles through the still image, which more than made up for it.

His bio has changed too. There's empty space in what used to be a heart with Cindy's account tagged. It doesn't and does make sense at the same time.

MJ's text flashes over her screen. what the FUCK are we supposed to do now

I don't know babe, Felicia types back. brb doing some digging.

Peter's page is easier to stalk than Cindy's, seeing as Cin has a grand total of five posts. His posts wishing Cindy a happy birthday ("lucky to have you!") and select selfies are still up. The posts where Cindy's asleep in bed (his bed, Felicia remembers seething), and the blurry ones where Cindy's clinging onto him like a koala, legs wrapped around his waist, are gone. Maybe archived? Who knows.

Felicia has to grudgingly admit, as she scrolls through, that they are a maddeningly photogenic couple. Were? There's a weird thump of her heart at the thought that feels a little too close to hope.

Cindy's always been attractive. Pure of heart, dumb of ass, yada yada, and a very fine ass at that. She's also always been off limits. Peter got to her first, Felicia always had to remind herself whenever they were hanging out and Cindy did something spectacularly amazing. Which was a shame, because Cindy was apparently amazing all the time. From hanging out on rooftops basking in the sun, to watching movies snuggled under the same blanket, it was getting harder and harder to conceal her want.

It's come to the point where Felicia has to physically restrain herself from sweeping baby hairs out of Cindy's eyes, wrapping arms around her shoulder, holding her hand, because those are things Peter does and Felicia's a bitch, but not that much of a bitch. She can control her libido. Doesn't stop her from appreciating those muscles though. And if they're broken up now...

She goes back to Cindy's profile, to the tagged section, and almost drops her phone. The latest tagged post is from last night and is a blurry shot of Cindy kissing another, clearly female, person. Caption goes: guess who joined girls night!

Now, what the fuck?

Felicia furiously screenshots the post and navigates over to her messages with MJ.

Somehow, Felicia manages not to crush her styrofoam cup while waiting for MJ at Jerry's. The diner is moderately packed, cruising on the tail end of the breakfast rush. She's ordered a French toast while waiting for MJ to appear, grappling with several new realizations in the meantime.

Several realizations with a certain Korean-American's name stamped all over it. Complete with hearts and kisses, maybe. That's wishful thinking. It's not often Felicia's hit with information she hasn't been expecting, much less bulldozed over. But whenever it does, it always seems to have a certain silk-spider involved.

She's suspected for a while that Cindy's not completely a hundred-percent straight. It's been pretty obvious, really, but Cindy's been dating Peter for as long as ever and Felicia never thought to ask.

So why does she feel so shocked? It's not the liking girls part, she realizes, it's the kissing-someone-who's-not-Peter-part. It's the kissing-someone-other-than-Felicia part. Because, for as long as Cindy has been dating Peter, Felicia has been eyeing Cindy even longer.

Unrequited love. Felicia truly thought she was better than this. It's a pathetic situation from movies and trashy romances she never thought she'd be in. And have it get in the way of her friendships, no less? How utterly annoying.

MJ walks in and makes a beeline straight to her. She's clutching her phone in her hand and looks almost frantic. Felicia rises to greet her, a question already forming until MJ shoves her phone in front of her face.

Read. Peter left MJ on read.

Felicia sits down slowly, her thoughts swirling. She knows for certain that last week Peter and Cindy's Instagrams were matching. So, when did this happen? How dare they not tell the squad if they did break up. Felicia has already wasted valuable time if Cindy's already going around kissing other girls.

Maybe she should feel bad for planning on making a move so quickly, but she doesn't. The veneer of the perfect couple has been glass thin for a while. Felicia has heard almost every detail from Cin. If they did break up, it's been a long time coming. Still surprising though.

"What. The. Fuck." MJ emphasizes as she runs her hand through her hair. "Is going on."

"Your guess is as good as mine," Felicia replies evenly. MJ knows better than anyone how fragile both parties have been in the last month. She nods to the server who brings over her French toast and mindlessly unlocks her own phone.

"He left me on read. Read!" MJ shakes her head, grabbing a fork from the plate. She spears a fruit and eats it. "He never does that."

"I know."

"And, speaking of, Cin hasn't been active on the group chat lately. She always at least reacts to our messages." This is a good point. MJ continues. "And that picture of her kissing someone else? That's so… not like her."

Felicia's grip tightens around her knife at the thought of Cindy finding comfort in another body instead of her friends. It is a very un-Cindy-like move if she is doing that, but worse things have come out of break ups. That is pretty bad, though, for Cindy's sake. Definitely not Felicia's.

As if just realizing what she said, MJ sneaks a glance at Felicia before looking away guiltily. Felicia unclenches her jaw and resumes cutting into her order.

At that moment, Felicia's phone dings. She checks on it only to see that Cindy has posted on Instagram. Yes, the only post notifications she has on; it simply makes the most sense when Cindy posts once in a blue moon. Make that six Instagram posts? Automatically, Felicia opens it.

The post itself is nothing out of the ordinary, a shot of the city at night. It blends in with the rest of Cindy's posts of landscapes or books or things-that-are-not-her-face. She swipes to the second image, and smiles, despite the caption. It is strange, though, seeing a solo shot of Cindy instead of a group photo. Felicia likes it.

The bell on the diver's door chimes as more people step in. MJ's eyes widen as she looks past Felicia, and she immediately starts waving. Felicia ignores her, too busy studying the post on her phone until, "Cindy! Over here!"

At that, Felicia whips around, her hair a blur of white. Cindy, in a cream turtleneck and slacks, waves then hurries over. As classy as she's dressed, she's still wearing her raggedy sneakers. She scoots into Felicia's side of the booth. "Hey! What are you guys doing here?"

"Stalking you and P--" MJ says at the same time Felicia hums, "Oh having some breakfast. You?"

"Me too!" Cindy nudges Felicia on the shoulder before turning to MJ. "I need to study for an upcoming test so I was planning on grabbing a bite and going to the library."

To the library while dressed like she's going on a date? Felicia makes eyes with MJ then looks at the turtleneck with renewed suspicion. She resumes eating, casually. "Really? I was thinking of doing the same thing." She really wasn't, didn't have much of a plan for today at all past the emergency meeting with MJ, but who is she to turn down a chance to hang out with Cindy?

To her credit, Cindy doesn't seem the least bit phased. "Great, I'm meeting up with some friends there. I can't wait for you guys to meet."

MJ and Felicia are both studying her now like an art piece. Cindy self-consciously tucks in her hair behind her ear and feigns whatever innocence she needs. If it was a messy breakup, it sure doesn't look like it.

"Anything to do with this supposed girls night of yours?" MJ inquires.

Cindy's eyes comically widen. "What?"

Felicia wordlessly shows her phone to Cindy's latest Instagram caption. Then, the tagged post.

"Oh, that." Cindy laughs nervously. Her eyes flit to Felicia's first, chestnut brown and a little pleading just the way Felicia likes it, before meeting with MJ's. "I forgot to tell you guys I'm single now."

"Oh really." The confirmation seems to send things crashing down around them. Felicia can hardly believe it. Peter and Cindy, who've been together for almost as long as Cindy's joined the friend group, is actually over. History. Recent history, but still history.

This was the couple who everyone but Felicia and MJ swore were gonna get married after university. The definition of campus lovebirds. Felicia and MJ knew, though, the cracks in the facade. They were there to witness it firsthand.

Cindy has spent most of high school in a bunker. Peter has spent most of high school fighting crime. They match in heart, in spirit, in fun, and in what seems like everything else that matters. Once they met, Peter and Cindy getting together seemed like a forgone conclusion. But there's something in the way they had to grow up so much in such little time, how they latched onto each other when they discovered each other's existence, that has always read to Felicia as desperate. Desperate for connection, and maybe for a match. Well, who was she to judge, though she judged them anyways.

"I mean, the way we got together…" Cindy shrugs. "It definitely wasn't the most conventional." MJ hides a snort at that. "And I don't even think I could call it the healthiest either." There was more sex than actual talking, Felicia recalls Cindy mentioning off-handedly.

"We just kind of felt like we hit a wall, so we called it off." Cindy finishes and steals Felicia’s next bite. Felicia lets her, because why not.

"Are you okay?" MJ asks carefully, trying to decipher Cindy's post-breakup mood. Felicia is too, but is so much more subtle about it.

By subtle she means flat out analyzing every twitch of muscle on her face. Cindy's brows scrunch incrementally and, for the first time, Felicia sees a well of sadness behind those eyes. She's been doing a good job masquerading, but it's apparent it still hurts somewhat.

"I've been better," Cindy admits. "But I've been really busy so it hasn't been that bad."

Felicia wonders if Cindy's ever going to mention the kissing and then immediately hopes she won't.

"And the kissing another girl part?" Fucking MJ.

Cindy flushes and tugs her turtleneck up higher. Hmm, suspicious. Nervous tick or hiding something? "Truth or dare?"

How cold her voice is even surprises Felicia. "Feelings, or no."

"No feelings." At that, Cindy sounds certain, her gaze steadily meeting hers. "We were just a bit tipsy, is all."

So that's Cindy's side of the story. Felicia can tell that MJ is itching to hear Peter's now, and so is she. But Cindy's here now and Cindy's single and Cindy's not off limits anymore. Felicia has only ever backed down from getting what she wanted once and this is the chance to remedy that mistake. She's waited long enough. She takes a look at MJ across them, clearly deep in scheming thought. They've waited long enough.

Finishing off the last bit of her order, Felicia smirks. She leans on her elbow and lowers her chin, zeroing in on Cindy. "Wanna just come study at my place?"

In the corner of her eye, she sees MJ straighten. Cindy tilts her head. "I thought we were going to the library to meet my friends?"

"I'm sure they won't mind you flaking for one day," Felicia smoothly reasons. "You hung out with them last night." She coaxes when she sees that Cindy's not convinced, "I have ramen."

"You do?" The automatic perking up is, frankly, adorable. It's laughably easy to bribe Cindy. A tinge of possessive satisfaction coils in her stomach when Cindy agrees.

She knows Cindy's found her attractive since the beginning. They've slept together before, only once and a long time ago, but Felicia's never been the same since. The interest and intrigue in her eyes is back, complete with a beaming grin that blinds. Felicia has been in love with that smile since that night in her apartment: Cindy patching her up with careful hands and delicate words.

They have history. She and Peter are the ones who busted Cindy out of that horrible bunker. She's helped Cindy through a lot and Cindy's helped her even more. And it won't be till Felicia can call Cindy "my girl" safely out loud when she'll truly be satisfied with their relationship.

Felicia looks down at a text from MJ as they go their separate ways. go get her girl

Cindy grabs her hand when she pockets her phone after she replies, giving it a small swing. Felicia pulls her closer relishing the warmth as the biting chill in the air nips at their cheeks. She wonders if there actually is anything beneath the turtleneck. Because if there is, she's afraid she's a little too possessive for that. A little too jealous.

Luckily for them, there isn't.

[i-lovethatforme]

2021 Fic Year in Review

Thank you for tagging me, @friendofspidermannedleeds 💖💖💖

Number of completed works:

41 complete on ao3

31 (ish) for spooky season on tumblr

19 (ish) for snowy season on tumblr

Total word count:

536,831 on ao3

72,143 on tumblr when I shut up?????????

Fandoms written in:

Purely MCU Spidey!

Did you write more, less, or about what you’d expected?

More! I’m always surprised by how much I write for things (dni!!! wake or jill atp)

What’s your own favourite story of the year?

Mmmmmm. MMMMMMMMM. I love literally most of the things I’ve written but I do have a few fave faves and that’s fine because I’m going to put them all here anyway.

i won’t say i’m in love:

CSL AU and Peter and MJ are in love within seconds and there’s like half a sprinkle of angst TY TO ME.

the monsters creep into your house

this is a fic I thought about for ages but was like... IDK but then weeee

no way home series

 because they helped my heart after canon broke it

for you, i would:

I just love it and idk why

Did you take any writing risks this year?

Sure! Mainly writing exactly what I wanted. Also threesomes. Hell. Prompts were scary as well because I never know if I’m going to let someone down with what I create when they trusted me with their big brained ideas!

Do you have any fanfic or profic goals for the new year?

Nope! Just writing what I like when I like :) for a while I was like jess stop writing peter head over heels for mj even when he hates her and now I'm like BUT I LIKE IT.

Most popular story of the year?

Kudos: i won’t say i’m in love

Comments: the monsters creep into your house (m/c) and what in carnation (o/s)

Hits: i saw mummy kissing spider-man w machi! (machi brings the fans)

Story of mine most under-appreciated by the universe, in my opinion:

shrek! y’all are missing out i stg and when i finish it for jill and i’s anni you will all see!!!!!

Most fun story to write:

twilight w @coykoii. easily! like we had such a shitty few months in the fandom and twi was so much fun. like absolutely feral in the planning stage and then both writing like we couldn’t stop and then running to the doc to show each other. still one of my fave fics. 

i also love writing fics w people in mind! so birthday’s or just because i think they’ll like them! so any gift fics are so fun.

love is not a victory march is my fave wip to write 

Biggest disappointment:

it’s 2022 now so I left everything behind so idk man! having a great time now.

Biggest surprise:

collabs! i didn’t think they would happen at all but they’re the most fun and you only have to do half the writing ty!

jill - we have a series because of course we do

the planning is insane, the works are carnage and we love every single one of them because peter remains a prick!

machi - i saw mummy kissing spider-man/ hustlers au/ CSL standing smut & art

there’s no one in the fandom i feel less awkward writing and talking about smutty stuff with - like lemme just write a sentence that makes me wanna crawl behind my hands and machi is like yeah!!! 

which - turn your heart back to me

we dragged each other through this and good for us?! and diner au when i’m serious when we get a grip!

Tagging: (if you want!)

@coykoii, @machiavelien, @which-star, @awakening5, @justmattycakes, @spicysagittarius

[pretty-funny]

I need help finding a fic!!

Idk where to put this so I’m just gonna write it here and hope for the best lol

But I’m looking for a Spider-Man fic. Overall, Peter is pretty sad in it (im pretty sure I originally found it in the “Peter Parker needs a hug” ao3 tag but that may be a lie). But he’s an intern for/works at Oscorp because thats the only way he’ll have access to his parent’s research, even though Norman doing that is illegal because they left everything to Peter - as we found out in a discussion between Peter and Tony in a diner. They’re close and Tony’s been trying to get peter to work for him for a while. One day, Peter is at the tower working and Cassie Lange gets lost and Scott freaks out that Peter brings her back but then Tony’s like chill that’s Spider-Man. And Peter and Ned have another diner convo where peter pretends to not be sad but Ned knows he’s upset because him and MJ broke up. That’s as much as I remember now. I was 5 chapters at one point then the author edited it down to 3 but that was a long time ago

I remember this fic all the time and would love to re-read it so any help is appreciated!! Thanks all!! Smooches

[guardianofthepeanutwrites]

Skirts and dresses Part 4

Part1, Part 2, Part 3 and Part 5

Tag list: @purplefreakwolffish  @mayucerise​

This chapter is for @sarcastich​​ and @starkeraddictbaby​

Thanks to Gypsywoman13 for beta-reading!

CW: genderfluid Loki, Kinda asshole Thor

PeterParkerBingo2021: square Pet Names (card below)

Thor & Loki

Because Peter had been fairly young when he moved inside the compound, they had put his room next to Tony’s quarters since he was the one in charge of their youngest member. Then one day a door appeared in the middle of his room, connecting it to the Stark’s private quarters. They had a long discussion about boundaries: “Ask before putting doors in my bedroom” and “don’t threaten people because they hurt me” etc. Tony had argued it was easier (it was, but that was not the question) because they spend more and more time together. Which was true. 

Tony and Pepper had started to teach Peter some things about business practice. They took him to smaller meetings and introduced him as Tony’s intern; it suited Peter very much. That, plus his patrols, as well as other Avenger business, like training, and his new business classes...Peter was now even busier than he already was.

Except on Sundays. Sundays were days Peter could rest, sleep, visit his aunt May, hang with Ned and MJ, and watch movies with Bucky the other Avengers.

Every Sunday morning, before leaving their quarters, Peter and Tony would eat the most decadent brunch that Peter would let Tony buy him. From all the changes that happened in his life since he got adopted by Tony Stark, Sunday brunches were certainly Peter’s favorites. He loved those calm moments with the man that he admired so much. He also loved that he could put on whatever clothes he wanted because FRIDAY would only let people in the know enter.

That Sunday, they were finishing their meal when Steve entered. He briefly stopped at the soft pink hoodie, gray and pink plaid skirt, and long white socks Peter was wearing before dismissing it and greeting the two men.

“So, Steve, what can we do for you?” Tony asked, forgoing the pleasantries. Peter knew Tony hated being interrupted during Sunday brunches, and saw that Steve started to move from one leg to the other, a bit nervous. Peter frowned.

“Oh, I-I mean, I wanted to apologize for-” Peter tried to interrupt Steve, he had told him many times that Steve was forgiven, but the man was stubborn and didn’t let him talk. “I know, you already told me, but I- I made this for you.” Steve gave Peter a piece of paper. 

On the paper was a beautiful drawing of Peter in the purple dress that he had been wearing when Steve had discovered his secret. Peter was startled out of his stunned silence when his dad gently took the paper from his hands.

Tony simply whistled when he saw the drawing. “Aunt Peggy had told me you could draw, Rogers, but this is something else.” Steve looked at Tony, in shock.

“Au-Aunt Peggy? But you-you weren’t-” 

Tony snorted, irked. “I went to her grave later, Rogers, because there was an emergency, and if there was something Aunt Peggy could understand, it was emergencies. She was Howard’s friend, and my godmother.” Peter, who had been told the story, silently stroked his dad’s back in support as he continued. “We also fought a lot when you came back.” Steve opened his mouth to speak, but Tony didn’t let him. “Not that it’s any of your business, Capsicle, but who do you think covered the truth about Howard’s death? Who do you think had enough power for that? Peggy Carter. She let me think my father killed my mom because he was a fucking alcoholic.”

Steve looked as if he had swallowed a lemon, grimacing. “I didn’t know. I am sorry, Tony.”

Tony lifted his hand. “I don’t want to talk about it anymore.” He lifted the paper with Steve’s drawing on it, looking at it pensively. “You’re very talented. We should make you an art studio. There is an empty room with great lighting.” Tony turned to Peter to watch him. “What d’you think kid? Wanna design it?” 

Peter felt excited to be offered this opportunity; he nodded with way too much enthusiasm. It made Tony smile, proud.

“You’re gonna make some blueprints, and we will see with the Captain what he needs and likes. No, Cap, don’t argue, it will be good training for the kid. Now, Steve, if you don’t mind, I was having brunch with my kid.”

Peter only had 30 seconds to thank Steve for the drawing and promise him he would make the best art studio there was before Steve left. After Brunch, Peter framed the drawing and put it on his shelf with the piece of his first skirt and the picture of his dad in a dress.

--

Later that day, while Peter and Tony were looking at a movie, before heading out for a diner with Aunt May, someone crashed into their quarters through the window.

Tony was ready to fight in seconds; his watch changed into a piece of armor around his right fist, while his left arm pushed Peter behind him, only to find that it was Thor, son of Odin, that had crashed on the ground. Peter couldn’t help but find it kind of cute that his dad would try to protect Peter with his body when Peter could take the most damage.

“For fuck’s sake, Point Break, what the ever-loving fuck?” Tony let the gauntlet recede back into his watch and put his hand on his heart. “I have a heart condition, you know? And we have doors. FRI, baby, tell everyone in the compound there is no immediate emergency. Put the compound in code orange until further notice,” Tony turned to look at Peter, seeing the pink skirt, the hoodie, and the panicked glances his kid was giving, then added, “Tell them there is no need to come and lock the quarters immediately.” 

Peter relaxed some and started to play with the hem of his skirt. 

“I apologize, Man of Iron. It seems like I missed the door.” Thor stood up from where he had crashed, and he opened his arms to hug Tony. “It has been too long my friend. How are you doing?” Tony frowned, but he let the god hug him. 

After they separated, Tony started to give instructions to FRIDAY for the reparations while Thor turned to look at Peter. There were a few seconds where Thor paused to take in how Peter was dressed before he widened his eyes.

Before Peter could react, Thor bowed deeply before speaking. “Good day, Lady Peter.” 

Peter winced. Why would he be a lady? Just because he was wearing a skirt?

“I-I, no, Thor. I-I am a man.” Peter hated how his voice shivered. 

Thor righted himself, beaming at Peter as if nothing had just happened. “Good, how are you doing Man of Spiders?” 

Peter looked at the god, completely lost by what had just happened. “I-I am fine? Thank you, mister Thor,” Peter said with a small voice. 

The god nodded happily. “I am happy to hear that.” Thor promptly turned to Tony. “Man of Iron, I am in great need of a favor.” 

Tony scowled looking at the damage. “Is it more important than repairing the hole in my wall?” 

Thor’s face became serious in a blink, making Peter shiver. “I am afraid it is really important, my friend,” Thor said in a deep voice. 

--

The meeting had been going on for hours, and Peter was exhausted. 

Thor wanted their help to get some information out of his brother Loki. The Asgardians had a reason to think that Loki hadn’t been the one behind the invasion and could even have been a victim of the scepter like Barton and the others, but Loki wouldn’t talk. Thor hoped that maybe someone on Earth could help them because they had tried everything.

The news was welcomed by an uproar, led by Hawkeye and Fury, and had calmed down after Thor had explained that if his fears were correct, there was something worse coming to Earth. He also promised that they wouldn’t need to bring Loki for them to interrogate him and that there was a magic mirror they could use to talk to him.

It was decided the mirror would be locked in Tony’s lab, the most secure room at the compound.

However, they all forgot Peter had unlimited access to the room.

--

The first time Peter saw Loki, Peter was walking along the glass walls of the main lab. He could see Natasha and Maria Hill looking frustrated at a mirror. In the mirror, there was a gorgeous woman with long, raven black hair; she had piercing green eyes, green lipstick, and she was wearing a stunning, black leather dress. 

If Peter hadn’t been gay, and stupidly in love attracted to Bucky, he knew that he could have fallen for this beautiful lady.

Then his brain started to work again and realization clicked: The woman was Loki. Loki was wearing (and rocking) a dress. He looked like a woman, but how? When she/he/the God of Mischief saw Peter, they winked. Peter startled and simply walked faster to the B-Lab where Bruce was waiting for him.

--

Peter couldn’t get Loki out of his mind. The God didn’t look uncomfortable wearing a dress or looking like a woman in front of his enemies. 

After some days, Peter decided to go to the main source of information about Loki: Thor.

“Oh, yes, Loki sometimes, uhm, switches? Mother always said to respect the gender he looks like, but you know that Loki is my brother, so it was difficult at first.” Thor massaged his neck, uneasy. “But then, Loki started to play vicious pranks on the people who would call him a man when he was dressed like a woman. So, I learned to, uh, call Loki a lady when he wears a dress.”

And then Peter understood. “That's why you called me a lady the other day!” 

Thor nodded. “But luckily you don’t ask me to call you a woman.” 

Peter frowned. “Why do you say luckily? I mean, I don’t think there is anything wrong with asking someone to call you a woman if… you feel like a woman?” Thor, confused, looked at Peter and was about to reply, but Tony (since when had he been in the room?) answered first, making Peter and Thor startle.

“No, there is nothing wrong, Peter. Loki is genderfluid, which means that they don’t identify themself as having a fixed gender.” Tony, who was at the door, walked into the room and up to Peter. “We asked Loki and he said you could use the pronouns depending on what he looks like. It’s easier because Loki is a shifter, and can change depending on his moods. But if you ever meet another genderfluid person, you can just ask them what gender they identify with at that moment.” 

Peter nodded. It made sense. 

Thor looked a bit crushed when he started to speak again. “So, it’s not only Loki?” Tony simply shook his head. “Oh. I think I need to talk to my br-Loki.” With those words, the god left the room.

--

Peter did some research about genders - Tony helped - and he concluded that he was a man that liked to cross-dress and that there was nothing wrong with that. Peter had felt very loved that his dad, who was always so busy, had taken the time to explain all of those terms to Peter until they found the ones that felt right.

But Peter was a curious person, and it was what led him to be bitten by a radioactive spider in the first place... Peter wanted to talk to Loki. He wanted to talk about the dress, and about being genderfluid. He knew that the god was not a good being, but Loki was already in prison. What could go wrong?

--

“The mighty Avengers are sending me a child, now? Interesting.” Loki’s bitter words made Peter flinch. Peter silently closed the door behind him, before he entered the lab.

“No. I- I mean, I am an Avenger, but they didn’t send me.” Peter nervously played with the plaid shirt he was wearing that day.

“Then why are you here?” 

Peter lifted his head and looked directly at Loki for the first time. He noted that Loki was in a male form. 

“I learned that you are genderfluid. I- I just wanted to talk.” 

Loki’s face softened a little bit. “Oh, yes. People of Midgard have been strangely open-minded about it.” His face then hardened again. “What do you want? Do you want to see the shift? Do you want me to become a female?” 

Peter winced. 

“What? No! Only if it’s what you want. But, no, who would want you to do that? You’re not some kind of animal.” Peter was horrified, just thinking about it. Loki huffed but said nothing, watching Peter with piercing eyes. Peter took a deep breath and gathered his courage. “I-I like to wear dresses. It is called cross-dressing here.” 

Loki looked at Peter like he was analyzing Peter’s very soul. “Why are you telling me this, human?” he seemed perplexed.

“I saw you in that dress the last time, and you were gorgeous. I mean, that dress, it looked like it had been made just for you.” Peter couldn’t contain the excitement in his voice. Loki raised an eyebrow, but Peter could see that he was fighting a smile.

“That would be because it was crafted for me. I am a prince of Asgard, little one.” The reply was unexpected, and Peter felt his eyes open with shock that was rapidly replaced by glee.

“Oh yes, my da- Mr. Stark let a tailor come to the tower, and he wanted to tailor some things, but I wasn't ready yet. Mr. Stark said that the man could come back later. ” 

Loki didn’t fight his smile this time.

“And why weren’t you ready, yet, dear?”

--

Peter and Loki talked a big part of the night until Peter started to yawn too much, then Loki sent him to his room. As days went on, after his patrol and doing some homework, Peter visited every night to talk about stuff with Loki.

--

“By the Norns! Dear Spider, why would you not simply tell the man that you want him?” Loki asked, sitting against the wall of his prison.

“What? No! He doesn’t feel that way about me,” Peter answered stubbornly while painting his nails with a green nail polish that had been approved by Loki.

“You won’t know until you try, dear.” Peter shrugged and changed the subject.

--

Of course, after a visit one night, they were discovered. While Tony and Natasha (and Bucky) hadn’t been really happy about it, there was nothing they could do or say to change Peter’s mind.

--

“You what?” Peter asked, dumbfounded.

“I stabbed the mongrel,” Loki answered, way too smugly if you asked Peter.

“Because he slapped your ass? Isn’t that a bit extreme?”

“Oh my sweet, sweet, little Spider. If you let men get away with unwanted touching, they will think it is alright to do it again and again. No one should dare touch a lady like that without consequences.” Loki played with the knife that had been in his hand since they started to talk that day.

“Yes, but still, Thor is your brother.” Peter never had had a sibling, but if he had, he wouldn’t have stabbed them, for sure.

“After that, neither Thor, nor any of the savages he called ‘friends’, ever touched me without my consent.” The smile Loki sent his way made Peter shiver.

“Yeah, ok, fair.” The god did heal fast, so Peter guessed that it was okay-ish.

--

Peter had been surprised when a raven had given Peter two identical letters one morning after breakfast. He was even more surprised when the letters ended up being Loki’s complete confession. One had been addressed to ‘The Mighty Avengers’ and the other to ‘Sweet Spider’. 

Loki explained how he had fallen into Thanos’ lap after the destruction of the rainbow bridge; he mentioned the torture, the scepter, and how the beating that the Hulk gave him had helped him evade his conditioning. He also laid out Thanos' strengths and weaknesses, including how and when to beat him.

At the end, Loki wrote that he would never have written his confession if it weren’t for Peter. 

Peter then took the last page, where Loki had drawn them both and had it framed to be placed on his beloved shelf.

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Something worth fighting for (授权中文翻译

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/cXMjD50 by Krayt_Ambre Michelle.Jones不是一个健忘的人。当她担任十项全能队队长时，她钻研抽认卡，直到她的大脑里塞满了事实和数字。她记得人们的生日、中间名和过敏物。她以善于观察为荣，并把这些东西编目以备后用。但有一次，当她去翻找记忆时，她发现的只是曾经保存有某些东西的空旷空间。 有点不对劲。 ——————就在她忘记之前，MJ给自己留了一个提醒。她太了解Peter了——他不想让她和Ned再次处于危险之中。但她拒绝让他独自战斗。 Words: 4441, Chapters: 1/5, Language: 中文-普通话 國語 Fandoms: Spider-Man - All Media Types, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: Michelle Jones, Ned Leeds, Peter Parker Relationships: Michelle Jones/Peter Parker, Michelle Jones & Ned Leeds, Michelle Jones & Ned Leeds & Peter Parker Additional Tags: Fix-It, mi figures it out, eventually, peter is a regular at MJ's diner, Post-Spider-Man: No Way Home (Movie), Amnesia, Happy Ending, Mutual Pining, Peter Parker is a Mess, and mj is too clever read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/cXMjD50

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Midtown AcaDec vs. The Worst Hostage Situation Ever

by littleLover_fandoms Peter just wanted to enjoy the Midtown AcaDec team’s annual post-competition celebration. But when their favorite diner gets taken over by a group of very confused, very bad criminals, it turns into the worst (and possibly dumbest) hostage situation ever. Also, Flash won’t stop live-streaming, MJ is trying to unionize the hostages, and Peter is 99% sure these criminals have no idea what they’re doing. Featuring: One very tired Spider-Man, a lot of unnecessary screaming, and an absolutely unhinged group of high schoolers. Words: 569, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Spider-Man - All Media Types, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Betty Brant, Flash Thompson, Peter Parker, Academic Decathlon Team Members (Spider-Man: Homecoming), Michelle Jones (Marvel), Ned Leeds, Abe Brown, Cindy Moon Additional Tags: Peter Parker is a Mess, Peter Parker is a Ray of Sunshine, Author Is Sleep Deprived, Hostage Situations, Fluff and Crack, Fluff and Humor via https://ift.tt/bHkQrmn