#peter parker x poc

[bananabread-nana]

INTRO: Enchantress!OC

SERIES INTRO

Victoria Cecilia Lyn or Lia for short

Implied POC

Parents: S.H.I.E.L.D’s top scientists [deceased]

In and out of the foster system her whole life, Lia’s only way out was her mind. She’s gifted, earning a full ride to Blackmore University wasn’t a shock nor was it hard.. The hard part was gambling her new life with her old.

SUIT

Nanotechnology

Similar to Black Panther’s suit

POWER

Mother experimented with the POWER STONE while pregnant

Similar to Wanda Maximoff

Can emit swords, knifes, chains and ropes

[fizziedoodle]

dating peter parker pt.3

[shewroteaworld]

And So, You Will

Pairing: Tasm!Peter Parker x WOC!reader

Premise: You have a difficult time coping after the 2024 US election; you're not sure how to perfectly react. Peter reminds you that you don't have to.

Warnings: US 2024 election, mentions of racism, mentions of bigotry, doomerism

Word count: approx. 2,400

A/N: You're never alone. Stay healthy, stay sane, stay joyful. This blog is here for you.

You lay down on the couch, staring at the ceiling. The glow of the television and the hazy golden light from the dying lamp on the side table are the only lights in the room. Still, you can barely see through the dark.

You turn onto your side, your nose centimeters from the back cushions of your couch. Like a little kid, you tuck the crochet blanket you bought Peter under your chin. If they could see you right now, they’d say you’re pathetic.

Liberal tears. Weak. You deserve this.

The thoughts choke you like an anaconda squeezing your neck. If they could see you now, they would mock you. If they could see you now, they would rip you to shreds.

The bigots masquerading as mere Twitter trolls and haters won today. The people who post hate so vile it nauseates you are popping bottles of champagne. The rub is, part of you believes them. Maybe this victory is a sign. Maybe your bloodline comes from nothing more than the dirt they say it does. You’ve seen the racial abuse, the statements that people who look like you deserve to be slaves. “Your body my choice” posts by male white supremacists etched themselves into your brain. You were letting them win, and the mental battle of persevering versus taking a break from the pain threatened to send you into a mental breakdown.

Is this what we support? Is this who we are?

“Are you still awake?”

You poke your head above the couch. Peter’s kitchen is bathed in a pale blue light from the television. Peter's watching you from the kitchen area, shrouded in shadow.

“Peter?” You whisper. How did you not hear his slippers?

He steps into the light. “You need to turn this off.” 

You don’t say anything as he comes around the couch, grabs the remote from the dining room table, and clicks the TV off. You were so weak. People were hurting, communities could be staring down the barrel of unrecoverable damage, and you couldn’t bear to watch the coverage of the carnage as it transpired. Why were you born so weak? You hate this. You hate yourself.

Peter clicks on a functioning lamp. The living area is bathed in cool light. With care, he picks your legs up by the calves and maneuvers around your feet. He squeezes onto the end of the couch. Gingerly, he rests your feet down in his lap.

“I know…” He takes a deep breath. “I know it’s easier for me to say, and I know I don’t know in the same way you do, but…this isn’t healthy for you.”

You stare with dead eyes at his clavicle. “I can’t go to sleep.”

He smooths your hair by your ear. “You can’t or you don’t want to?”

“I’m too anxious.”

He hums. “There are some things we could do to help. I could make you some tea, we could watch a movie–”

“Who cares about movies?” You ask morosely. You twist so you’re laying on your back.

“I think it could help.” Peter says this so honey sweetly it makes you want to cry. Or gag. He strokes your calf, and you shiver.

“I don’t want to be helped.” It’s one of those thoughts that finds your tongue before your

His hand halts. “What do you mean?”

You take a deep breath. Hot tears choke your throat. You can’t cry again. You should feel free to cry again. This was devastating. You’re the stereotype of all the hate you see. You’re the whiny person they say you are. You’re mourning for a vision of America you thought could be possible. You’re mourning for your community. You're mourning for the climate of the world that the US will harm immeasurably. You can’t cry. You have to cry. You’re stronger than they know. You’re the weakling they’ve branded you to be.

You swallow bile. “Who cares if it’s healthy for me?” 

“What do you mean?” He repeats, gentler, like you're a doe he could startle.

“Who cares? It doesn’t matter. The world doesn’t care.” This was happening. You had to stay glued.

“You’re informed. You’re smart. You care. Taking a break doesn't mean you're turning your back on anyone or anything.”

“I can’t. I have to know what’s being said. I can’t be the person who turns their back. I can’t.”

He strokes your hair. “Is it turning your back to take care of yourself?”

You jerk away from him. “Isn’t that how we got here? People only care about themselves!”

You know there’s no shame in voting for your best interest. But that’s the kicker: whose best interest was this for? It wasn’t for the working class. The richest people in the world just accrued $64 billion worth of wealth. But there are people who don’t think that despite all the evidence. You could go on about media bubbles and resistance to cognitive dissonance, but really who cares? Truly?

The thing that burns you inside, the thing that hurts the most is that bigotry won unequivocally. It doesn’t matter if she’s more qualified, a better speaker, has more than a mere vision but fully constructed plans for policies. It doesn’t matter if they call her the anti-Christ, insult people, or have an entire 900-page document of how they will make America worse. 

And they know it doesn’t matter. That’s how they win. But your heart is broken. Because tens of millions of people have either drinken the misinformation Kool-Aid or simply don't care; they do not care. It doesn’t help that so many left-leaning people stayed home; they were willing to turn their back on the economy, democracy, education, and minority rights. 

But who cares about minorities unless you are one? Maybe that’s the key take away. No one cares and everything is miserable. So you have to care. What other choice do you have? You’re the only one who cares about your suffering.

People were hurting. Your community was hurting. And if you wanted to talk about that- how real people were harmed and how people harmed themselves it would be considered talking down to people. It would just open you up to racial abuse. What was the point? What was the point of any of this if you couldn’t have a child with Peter one day without fearing for your life and the child’s? Why did any of this matter if people’s economic opinions weren’t based on data but correlations which did not equal causation?

It didn’t matter. So all you could do was watch. Just watch and observe. And sink into the despair which you know will drown you. But you feel unending guilt if you look away– if you allow yourself to take a breath, just be happy, like you did at your friends’ house tonight.

You sat around. Watched a movie with Peter and his friends. There was some commiseration but primarily just watching A Bug’s Life and laughing. Were you a loser? Were you wrong for not paying attention? Were you wrong for relaxing? Were you wrong for not relaxing enough?

Maybe that’s what building a deep community looks like…having fun and being present when things are hard for you and your friends and family.

And there’s the rub. How can you be present and free in the moment while also scrolling non-stop on the worst things that are being said and done in this world?

“You’re not responsible for saving the world,” Peter says.

You go still. “Easy for you to say. You’re out there saving the world.”

“I save people.”

“Peter, you have a hero complex and you know it.” You take your feet from his lap and curl them towards your body in criss-cross applesauce.

“And you’re there to remind me I can’t save everyone. That there are things out of my control. That I need rest,” Peter says.

“But I didn’t get bitten by a radioactive spider. All I have is my voice and my mind and if my voice is getting smothered, this is all I have left. Doomscrolling. Like the feeble loser the people sending anonymous messages to Black women that they will be enslaved say I am.”

“You aren’t a loser. You aren’t defined by what people say you are.”

“How am I not?” Tears filled your eyes. “I live in a society where even if am over qualified, hard working, intelligent, just based upon how I look people will ride me off. Just based upon how I look people will toss out my pain. Just based upon how I look people will say I’m not worth anything and treat me like I’m not worth anything. They can be insulting, racist, and it doesn’t matter. Those same people can have the highest positions of power in our society. You endorse policies that kill women and still have the highest position of power in our society. What can I do other than scroll?”

“But all that leads to is your despair and poor mental health. That doesn’t help anyone. If anything, it helps the people who want to harm your communities.”

You grunt in frustration. “And I know that!” You pull at your hair. “I’m aware of that but it doesn’t matter. I feel like if I look away I’m failing and if I don’t look I’m failing. I feel like if I feel sadness I’m giving into a narrative and if I soldier on and pretend I’m fine they’re also winning. There’s no way for me to win.”

“Maybe the way to win is by choosing yourself.”

“I don’t want to be selfish, Peter.”

“Listen to me.” He says. He cups your face in his calloused hands. “You did your civic duty. There’s nothing you can do about the result. What you can do is take care of yourself and build community. And I know you know that.” He strokes your cheek. “But you need to give yourself permission to do it.”

“I know,” You say. “I’m just scared. I’m scared for my safety. And I’m worried if I look away I’ll be hurt or I’ll somehow be hurting other people.”

His eyebrows furrow. “Why?”

“I’ll be hurting them because I’ll be ignoring their pain.”

“But it’s not anyone’s job to feel the pain of the whole world alone; you can’t possibly know the pain of the whole world.”

“Something I think about sometimes is how there are women in the world who are literally enslaved, people who have lost everything in bombings, people who have lost their whole family in a drunk driving car accident, and I’m just going about my day. And I feel tremendous guilt. For not seeing their pain.” It’s something you talk about in therapy. It’s something you know too well. But it still grips you.

“You can’t live like that.” Peter reminds you.

“I know. The problem is, I need to choose differently. I need to shut my phone off. I need to go for walks, take a shower, walk with my friends…but my fear of becoming someone who is misinformed, of becoming someone who stumbles into bad situations because I’m not up to date, becoming someone who is ignoring the pain of other people, overrides it. I couldn’t bear it if I became…” You take a deep breath that feels like your first drop of water after walking in the desert for two months. “...a selfish idiot.”

“First of all, sometimes we all can be selfish idiots.” For the first time this whole conversation, you meet his eyes. They’re softer and kinder than you can remember, and you feel relief but also guilt for the relief. And you’re angry about that. The internal friction is still near unbearable. 

“But I’m not allowed to be. I have to be. I have to be informed. I have to care or who else will?” You ask.

“But that’s exactly it, (Y/N). You have to care for yourself or who else will?” He grabs your hand. “Remember those nights where you found me glued to my phone, doom scrolling through headlines the Daily Bugle wrote slandering me? Remember what you said to me?”

You swallow. “You know who you are and you know what to do. And you know what impact your actions have on people.”

He grabs your other hand. “You know who you are. And you know what to do. You know you need to care for yourself. You know deep down you deserve to care for yourself. No one defines your worth. No one gets to decide who defines you but you. Certainly not anyone who would call you dumb as a rock because of your skin color. Not someone who would write you off because you look different than how their pea-sized mind thinks someone smart and worthy looks. You are worthy of life, you are worthy of living. And you are worthy of living in freedom.”

He doesn’t need to say anything explicitly. You know living freely starts with how you feel about yourself; you both know that, actually. You’ve said to him so many times that living freely is the only way to live.

Your ancestors died so you could live freely. You have to live freely. You don’t have a choice. A sad smile tugs at the corner of your lip. You would be damned if some pundit or person who didn’t know you gets to tell you who you are based on no action of yours and misinformation.

“There she is.” Peter whispers. 

Your eyes are watery. “Thank you. I love you.”

“I love you to the moon and back. So many other lucky people do.”

He raises your hand to his lips. You know soon he’ll be pressed against you, kissing your forehead. You’ll get a loving cuddle. He’ll get you some juice or water to make sure you’re hydrated and fed. It was the love you deserved. He would always be there to give it to you and stand in your corner.

You would be damned if even with the guilt and the shame, you didn’t put in all your effort into living freely. 

And so, you will. 

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A/N: In all honesty, this is the most scared I've ever been to post something. I'm worried this will end up on the wrong side of the internet. I'm worried I could open myself up to a world of harassment I'm not ready for. There have been so many internet mobs over the past decade, but I also know I can't continue to write and grow and use this platform I love if I'm not truthful about the hurt and experience of so many people in the US and the world from this moment and many other tragic victories over the past few years.

Part of me wants to preemptively apologize, put some sort of disclaimer to shield me from the comments I'm afraid of receiving. But in all honesty, I have nothing to apologize for. I'm more than just a writer, I'm a person. And my experiences as a person fuel me to write. I wrote this when the election results were still fresh, but as news rolls in, I still contend with bubbles of those emotions today.

To anyone who's struggled, you're not alone-- there are so many with you. To those close to those who are struggling, PLEASE tell them they're not alone. All the social media posts in the world won't substitute a human being you know reaching out to you.

Stay sane, stay healthy, stay hopeful, stay safe.

I will be back with non-election content, for those of you looking for more of an escape. (Goodness knows I need one!)

xoxo,

shewroteaworld

[missdforever]

All the black Peter Parker writers that had the best stuff deactivated😭😭😭 I get that it’s because they moved on from tumblr or left cause of lack of engagement, I hope they come back some day cause us black Peter Parker fan girls are lacking literacy on all platforms that do fanfiction. The tag is just full of black widow and black cat stuff😭

[thewriterg]

𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐲, 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞.

pairing(s): peter parker × fem!reader, peter parker x poc! reader, tony stark × fem!reader, guardians × fem!reader

summary: you and peter always argued about which one of you had to go first when the time came and it was too soon for you to finalize your decision

word count: 3.0k+

warning(s): soulmate au, death, crying, soul bonds dying, pet names, suicidal thoughts, Thanos, injuries, infinity war, descriptions of violence, and language

A/n:—GIFs; @that-bi-multifandom-mess & @galaxygifs— So when I thought of the reader screaming for when she’s in mourning I though of these two audios so use it don’t use do as you please

“You’re much more of a Thanos” You heard Strange say from the dimension he had You, Tony, Mantis, Nebula, Drax, Quil, and Peter in waiting for the opportunity You and the brunette sat close to each other hip to hip hand in hand reading one another’s thoughts without even trying but it was always that way

It’s what happens when you’re soulmates.

“Hey I love you, you know that?” The vigilante spider talked to you through your soul bond something that you had both learned to do a little more in vain than you both wanted

Peter didn’t expect for the first time his soulmate was talking to him telepathically was to be stuck under a pile a rubble in the midst of a panic attack trying to push his was out

“Peter, stop talking like that.” You hissed out loud even though he didn’t take it to heart you were uneasy everyone was but he felt a fraction of it and anyone could visibly see it you’re eyes were flicking a bright white and your hair started to sway softly in different directions

“With all six stones I can simply snap my fingers, they would all cease to exist and I call that… mercy.” The tone the alien of a man had could make anyone shiver instead it just made you angry

“Then you’ll find our will equal to yours” The sorcerer tapped his wrist together his sparking plates coming to form in front of his fist as a deserted and broken down quinjet came crashing from the what seemed to be thin air on top of the purple being

The portal opened as the guardians other than Mantis began to step out of the circle already on defense and as you began to walk up to the sparking source ready to jump out of and iron fist grabbed your arm

“Hey! You’re not going need you for the finale with antennas over here” Tony spoke to you as you snatched your forearm away from his grasp

“You’re insane if you think I’m not going” You seethed at the billionaire

“Mr stark she's my mate she has to come with me” Peter spoke wearily steeping in front of you a little to the side of Tony as you squinted at the pair beginning to take a step in front of them both before an iron hand had you flying backwards until you dropped on your ass and before you could get up your wrist were tied together with sticky web fluid

“No hard feelings kid” The brunette hummed calling back his metal hand as it connected back to his suit while Peter winced at your swearing protest

“Peter, I swear to God when I get ou-!”

“Sorry love!” He had stepped out of the portal before he could here the rest of your threat watching as Tony was forced back by a group of debris and rubble as he swung by his webs using his web shooter to aim at the Titans eye before throwing a punch to his jaw and Drax ran at him slicing the back of his calves with his swords

You groaned while white electricity surrounded you melting the spider fluid around your hands and you felt a hand on your shoulder before you shrugged it off getting back up on your feet hearing Mantis gasp in amazement

“You’re vibrations are so powerful!” The empath stared at you with wide black pupils in awe as you rolled your eyes it what happens when you were eight years old injected with a poison to make your heart pump rapidly while being strapped down to strapped down on a experiment table with hydra scientists thinking it would be a great idea to shock your chemical filled body with a hundred watts of energy

Instead of you heart stopping it just regulated and the electricity mixed poorly with the chemical and suddenly you could draw power from earth's electromagnetic field

You approached the sparking portal and it closed to a small circle in front of you and you tried not to scream in frustration before casting your palm out to it as white strikes of lightning and sparks of electricity mixed with the yellow and orange it rejected it as you tried to force it open to no avail

“FUCK!”

“Fuck!” Mantis repeated carefully clapping her hands together at her success and you were on the brink of whiplash as you turned to look at her with wide alert eyes

“No Mantis don’t say-”

“Fuck!?” Great, you were left to babysit.

“Mantis you don’t say fuck. Fuck is a bad word. You. don’t. say. fuck.” You stated sternly watching as her antennas dropped almost like a puppy’s ears as if it was sad and lost

“Humans way is so complicated” She muttered into the open

“Yea tell me about it” Suddenly the portal opened from under you both and you were dropped onto either one of Thanos shoulders the suddenness of it all shocked you both before you shook the feeling from your shoulders pressing your fingertips onto the titans temple a small gasp leaving your lips as Mantis did the same

Strange had sparking whips around one arm, while one of Peter Qs taser pads kept the same one in place for good measure, Peter Ps webs wrapped around his torso tugging him to his knees extra vibranium spider like legs sprouted from his back helping him stand firmly tugging on the spiderweb that kept the captivator down and Tony struggled to take the garment off his other hand that wasn’t under attack as he screamed continuously in agony before finally falling silent

“Is he under? Don’t let up.” Tony quipped struggling to loosen up the garment and Peter looked at you gaze holding concern as you head slightly twitched while you let out soft grunts and moans in discomfort he hated that you were even that close to this imbecile

“Be quick he is very strong” Mantis answered for the both of you she had more experience in the mind control department than you did but was still uncomfortable nonetheless the brunette couldn’t take his eyes off you however your hair pure white, the air becoming windy around them all, your eyes white with a soft glow behind them while you looked far away in your own mind, electricity sparking all around you but your fingertips were its main source as his soul bond screeched at him to take you far away from there

“Parker hello!? A little help get over here they can’t hold much longer” Peter didn’t waste another second before he was suddenly next his mentor gripping and pulling on the gauntlet with a groan as it loosened little by little

“I thought you’d be hard to catch, for the record this was my plan” The vigilante could’ve rolled his eyes at that You and him made the most important parts of the plan the only thing he made up was Mantis putting him to ‘sleep’ even though she told him it didn’t work that way

“Not so tough now huh? Where is Gamora!?” He questioned glaring at the titan as he crumbled on his knees

“Oh bullshit! Where is she!?” He repeated

“He is in anguish! He mourns!” Mantis whimpered

“What does this monster have to mourn!?” Drax wheezed out Peter‘s gaze immediately shifted from the tin glove to you as you suddenly gasped out of your trance before moaning heavily in pain

“Tony I can’t hold it” You cried out the most vulnerable the billionaire had ever seen you despite his few years of knowing you as he cursed under his breath Peter however couldn’t relate when it came to the subject his grip loosening on the gauntlet beginning to turn towards you

“Shit kid I know just two minutes” The brunette couldn’t tell if he was talking to You or to Peter so he settled on both and Peter was determined as ever to get this the hell over with as he tugged harder on the base of the gauntlet

“Gamora, He came back with the soul stone but she didn’t” Nebula answered suddenly and Quills attention immediately shifted towards her urging her to go on his blood running cold as she finished her sentence

“Okay Quill, you gotta cool it right now You understand? Do not, Don’t engage we almost got this off!” Tony yelled the victory so close he could taste it on his tingue

“Tell me she’s lying. Asshole! Tell me you didn’t do it” Peter screamed Tony’s yelling white noise in the background while Nebula put her head down in defeat

“I had… to” Thanos muttered and the brunettes eyes started to water his voice cracking as he spoke

“No you didn’t, No you didn’t” Suddenly his quad blaster was connecting to the titans temple Tony rushed to his side wrestling his arms above his head You and Mantis both gasped in pain taking your palms away from the beings temples as if you touched a hot eye on the stove before placing them back pressing down even firmer trying not to let the control slip

“It’s coming! I got it! I got it!” Just as the gauntlet sipped from the being fingertips he was out of the mind control head butting you with a sickening ‘crack’ you’re eyes rolling in the back of your head as he then took you from his shoulder with a crushing grip throwing your unconscious body with harsh intentions Thanos than snatched the tin glove back into his grasp causing Peter to repel backwards before quickly getting back onto his feet his senses going off like crazy

“I got you!” The vigilante made a long leap as you flew over his head catching your limp body into his arms his iron spider legs making a cage around you both blocking your body’s from the hard fall he held your firmly his hand resting on the back of your head pressing it into his shoulder panting heavily he watched as suddenly craters of the moon flew down around the both of you too close for his liking before he was back off the ground swinging through mid air fire flying past your bodies burning through old ships

“Come on sweetheart wake up, come on baby” Peter stressed yet his tone still sweet as he made the most out of his one web shooter wrapping up the unconscious guardians in the tacky web fluid one by one you still being pressed into his chest enabling him to use his other arm

“Dammit please, wake up! ” Suddenly you gasped awake lightning striking through the air creating a type of force fields around the abandoned ship Peter had found a temporary shelter for you to all settle on Your eyes and hair were pure white as you sucked in a deep breath pushing off of the brunettes chest standing on your feet tornadoes began to form whirling outside around the makeshift pod surging in the craters and extra pieces of rubble into their harsh winds you closed your eyes focusing on the biggest unfamiliar vibration before finally breathing out and as if it were an explosion Peter watched in awe as the winds traveled blatantly within a blink of an eye across the field into Thanos’s path sending him flying backwards as Tony flew after him he didn’t dawn on the fact too long his eye’s immediately darting back to you as your legs wobbled and before you could fall he was by your side gently lowering you to the ground taking your face into his palms pressing a kiss to your forehead squeezing his eyes shut tight as they watered

“I’m so glad you’re safe, im so glad you’re okay, you’re so strong, I love you, please be okay, please don’t scare me like that again, I love you.” The brunette muttered over and over pressing his chin into the crown of your head and pressing another kiss into your hairline

“I wasn’t strong enough” You whispered and Peter brung his head back to stare at you in disbelief both palms of his hand pressed to you cheeks your nose dripping a bit of blood your body slightly trembling you probably had a concussion maybe even blunt trauma

He wasn’t there in time

Now you were hurt

He failed you

His fault

It's all his fault. It's all his fault. It's all his fault. It's all his fault its all his fault all his fault its all his fault its all his fault its all his fault its all his fault its all his fault its all his fault its all his fault its all his fault its all his fault-

“Peter it’s not your fault” You whispered pressing the palm of your hand to his pale cheek and he kicked himself he hated when you read his mind at the worst time and even more than now because You we’re the one hurt

“Okay, okay. Can you stand?” You nodded shakily and the brunette helped you up to your feet as you looked over to the unconscious guardians taking a small step forward and Peter grabbed your arm

“Hey if you can’t hold it, you let go.” He remarked and with a stiff nod in agreement like a silent promise you crouched down to them all pressing your palm down flat on the ground and Peter watched to carefully as small surges of electricity traveled around the floor surging into their limp bodies causing them to softly jerk until Quill woke with a loud groan his body aching

“Yea you may of hit a couple of things on the way down, not actually my fault your just super heavy” The brunette looked at the teen with an offended look before he was telepathically through across the surface of the making a dent into the metal with another harsh noise of discomfort as you fixed him with a harsh glare

“Yeah probably deserved that one” He wheezed as Drax helped Mantis to her feet and Nebula sat up where she had once lied the rage suddenly hit the Star lord like a bus and in the blink of an eye he was gone his mask over his face the sound of his quad blaster shooting freely

Peter went to wrap an arm around you putting forward his wrist to shoot a web to swing on as the guardians followed you could fly yes but he didn’t want to risk it and when you were up close like this buzzing with electricity he could feel you it gave him a sense of comfort

You all made it to where Tony barely stood injured and Peter landed you both at his side helping him stand up right as the air chilled around you yet you didn’t have a need to start a blizzard

“Somethings happening” Mantis whispered suddenly not more than a second later she faded to dust right next to where Quill stood while Tony took a careful step forward a small gasp resting on his lips Drax was next to go wheezing breathes on his lips and suddenly your heart was slowing little by little beat by beat 

“Steady Quill” The billionaire demanded

“Awh man” He whispered before he was gone into the wind as the other and Tony’s eyebrows furrowed his chest beginning to tighten yet not with death he had felt that too many times and this wasn’t it

“Tony, there was no other way” Strange called out until the billionaire looked at him before continuing and once again he was gone

“Mr Stark, I don’t feel so good” It was your turn for you chest to tighten as you whipped around to look at Peter not being able to focus on the dizziness from the sudden movement your soul bond felt weak you couldn’t channel him like you usually did

“You’re alright” Tony said firmly like he wasn’t leaving any room for arguing

“No Peter.” You rushed to his side just as he beginning to lower to the ground you pressed your palms to his cheeks and the brunette felt a small buzz around his whole body while Tony and Nebula watched you both young love wilting to a perish

“Please come on. Don’t- DONT DO THIS TO ME” Your voice raised as the small time frame windows passed you and all the vigilante did was smile at you

“I love you, so much. You have to let go now come on you promised.” You shook your head thick tears rolling down your cheeks your chest tight and aching as you tried to delay death with only your palms

“I can feel you, Peter. I-I can feel you, I can.” He nodded at you in reassurance turning his head slightly to press a kiss to your wrist placing a hand over yours before quickly flinging you arm away as he collapsed to the floor and as you went to rush towards him Tony’s arms were wrapped around you arms and waist as you thrashed around in his hold as you watched the other part of your soul turn to dust and ash before your eyes

“I love you” He whispered before he was gone. Your scream traveled across the field pleading to whatever gods were willing to listen but none did you chest felt empty and your will to live was gone

“Please kill me Tony, please kill me. please” You sobbed and the older man turned you around to press your head into his shoulder his hand rested on the back of your head into your thick hair and suddenly he was holding onto to nothing as you began to fade away your bond felt tighter as if it was resurrected and you took it as Peter calling you home now before you were finally gone

Tony collapsed opening his arms before claiming them back down as if he was trying to grab onto you but to no avail

“Oh kid.”

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Honestly not my best work but something to work me out of writers block 😊

maybe a part 2?🤔

For now my request are closed but will open back up hopefully before the month is over

THE NEW SPIDERMAN MOVIE!? LOVE IT. Hobie and Miguel the lomls I can’t wait to write for them

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slightly toxic!ex!bf peter parker (gaslighter)

you can think of any Peter Parker you fancy <3, I personally am obsessed w ps5's version atm

he knows it's fucked up, he broke up with you for a reason- a reason that's unavoidable to him. he needs to keep you safe and protected, even if it's not with him and when the sinister six start their plotting, pulling him down to his knees he does it- he breaks it off, but not before he pushes you away.

it starts small, missed calls, texts and then missed movie nights, work parties and then, it escalates to missed dates, missed hangouts with your family or may, missed hangouts with your friends until he starts being a no- show when you need him the most.

he thinks it would make it easier, to dissappoint first and let you down slowly, before he has to deliver the finishing blow.

he says it's for your own good, and as you look at him with glassy eyes, tears threatening to fall over your lashes, he closes his eyes for a minute- "it's for her own good, it's for her own good, it's for her own good", before he hears a sniffle from you, and opens his eyes. he's met with a steeled gaze, teary but angry. it's good he thinks, he can take the anger- as long as you're away from him and safe.

"you're a coward, peter parker", you say, standing for a good minute to see if he'd react but he only looks down- trying not to cry, pained to hear those words from you.

you, who'd always said that if he was anything then that was good, you, who vented about jameson's malice filled reports about spiderman and said- "spiderman gives hope to the people, he fights the good fight, NYC is grateful to him and jameson can get his head out of his ass if he ever wants to take it to the streets".

he hates that your spunk is now driven to hurt him, intentionally or unintentionally, he deserves it either way he thinks, and he'd take it- he'd take it a hundred times over just so you'd be safe and protected, just so you'd live your life, live up to your potential as you always do.

the hope he gives, an extension of the hope he'd seen you give to him generously, kindly and gently. from the day he met you he knew he'd give his heart to you- to keep and to break.

he's honored regardless to have his heart kept in the safety of your palms and then crushed to pieces in between them, even though he guided the motions.

it's worth it he thinks, even if both your hands are tainted with crushed hope and a love that he feels he no longer deserves- 'its for her own good'.

psst: I made a part two

[usaigi]

Two POC character being friends isn't POC solidarity. Two POC characters becoming friends or allies or supporting each other in a majority white environment is POC solidarity.

In the same way, two POC characters hating each other is not racism, sometimes you just have beef. Unless, you know, one of the character has beef because they're racist.

This is about Across the Spider-Verse btw.

[khoitai]

I’ll Braid Your Hair. [Peter Parker/Black!Reader]

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originally posted on ao3 :)

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“Argh!” Groaning, you threw your arms back in defeat and let the extension hair fall from the section parted into your scalp. An aching sensation shot through your arms, you had been trying to finish your braids for the last 3 hours, but couldn’t due to your arms feeling practically dead. You had started them the day prior and opted to finish them the next day, but procrastination and pins and needles halted your progress.

Peter was currently on your bed, finishing the Spanish homework your teacher had set. The boy set the book down and looked over to you, “You okay? Why don’t you take a break?” Peter had been there for all three hours and offered both moral and emotional support. Offer’s to help part your hair or section the extension hair exited his lips, but that was as far as the offerings went. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to help, it’s just he didn’t know how to braid. You had promised to teach him someday, but never got around to it.

“Ugh, because I’ve taken 4 breaks in the last 3 hours. My arms really hurt… I just wanna finish this last section.” You complained, pushing the heels of your palms into your eyes. You heard the boy shift and start walking somewhere. Maybe he got bored with your complaining. That was when you felt him sit behind you and rest your head on the edge of the bed. “Peter, what are you doing?”

“I’m gonna braid your hair.”

“What—“

“Just—shh—lemme find a tutorial on YouTube.”

Confusion was the only word to describe how you felt. This boy, this adorable boy, was willing to learn to braid your hair for you. You almost felt like crying, it was such a sweet thing for him to do. Although, you didn’t expect any less from him. There was no denying that he was raised right. You know, for a fact, he was raised right since your mama loves him.

“Okay… I found one that seems, do-able. It may take a minute for me to, y’know, do it right.” He said sheepishly, you could almost hear the blush on his face.

A giggle escaped your lips. You listened to the sounds of the woman explaining what to do. She went through how to section the hair, how to braid it, how to feed in the hair and how to tie it off, and Peter followed every step carefully. He’d sometimes rewind the video or undo the braid, but soon enough, a braid done by Peter was added to your head.

“Damn, that was a lot more difficult than I thought it’d be.” A sigh left his lips, although you could hear his smile. Obviously, he was extremely proud of himself.

“Well done, Peter. I’m sure it looks great! Now another, like, 15 to go!” Throwing your hands in the air, you let out a fake cheer and joined in with his laughter.

You were glad he offered to braid your hair, or else your arms would be floppy by now.

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[tsuk1sh1ma]

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Send Asks, thoughts, thirsts, fluff, angsts, comments, you name it, let’s talk? If you’re up for it?😁

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[missdforever]

I low key cried at the end🥺😭🩷

i might be in love with you.

pairing: tasm!peter x black!oc (mariah joy/mj)

warnings: nwh spoilers

content: tasm!peter realizes he is in love with mariah joy.

a/n: okay i heard this song by cynthia erivo called “i might be in love with you” and it made me want to write.

previous part is here.

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He used to visit her grave every day. For hours, he'd sit perched underneath a giant, thousand year old tree until his body ached and his eyes grew weary. Each day until winter made its star-studded appearance, leaves and the pedals of her favorite flowers swirled around her grave, landing upon her name. That's how he knew she was with him, when those beautiful purple pedals made an appearance.

The visits slowly lessened. From every day to every other day, from every other day to every week, every month, and every few months. He couldn't identify whether it was growth or exhaustion that repelled him from her, but with new advances in his life, he hated to admit that he hadn't thought much of it.

Up until a day at the park with MJ and a new bunch of purple daisies sprouted from the dirt, dancing happily with the birds as the wind sang a happy tune. He found himself at the cemetery the very next day, a bunch of purple daisies in his hand and a mouthful of confessions.

"I'm sorry I haven't visited you in a few months," he said as he sat on a fresh patch of grass. "Shouldn't have left you lonely like that. Being alone sucks."

Silence.

"I, uh," Peter cleared his throat. "This is hard to admit, but I met someone, Gwen. She reminds me of you in some ways; her gentleness and kindness and eagerness to learn. She's not a scientist nor is she into solving complex equations, but she likes to read, a lot actually."

Silence.

"I found myself in another universe at one point where I met two other versions of myself. It was weird, I can't lie, but I've never had brothers before and I got to experience a sibling bond I'd never had before.

"A lot of traumatic experiences were relived, though. Electro and some other villains' from their universes. A lot of damage, heartache, and loss," Peter's swallowed painfully to manage the croak within his throat. "There's a young woman named MJ, Michelle Jones, and she fell off the side of a building. He couldn't get to her and she almost lost her life. But, I got to her before she wound up like...she wound up like you.

"It felt like some sort of redemption, that I had an opportunity to make it right, and I did. I saved her, Gwen." Peter let out a chuckle.

Silence.

Peter toyed with his shirt, the one gifted to him by MJ just a few weeks prior for his birthday. It was green, a great contrast to his brown eyes, and it quickly became his favorite article of clothing.

"I was told to learn to love again, Gwen. That it would come when I was ready or when the world sensed I was, and honestly, I never thought there'd be another woman after you. I'll never forget you, G, but I've realized it's time to move on. You'll always have a place in my heart, you always will, but MJ." Her name brought a smile to his face.

"She makes the world stop when she looks at me a-a-and I feel so free with her. She's my second chance love, at life. I think I might be in love with her. I don't know if it's too early to tell or if I'm not labeling my emotions right, but I do...I might be in love with her."

Silence.

A small bird flew and perched itself on the gravestone. Peter raised an eyebrow. Out of it's mouth fell two flowers; a purple daisy, and a yellow sunflower, MJ's favorite.

Peter blinked away the pooling tears in his eyes and prepared to stand to his feet. The wind whistled a beautiful song only he could decipher, "Tell her. Know I'm always here for you."

He made it to MJ's apartment just as the sun set over the horizon. He stopped at a florist's cart before dashing to her bohemian style home in the heart of the city. Peter knocked on the door three times before she peeled the door open with a smile on her face. She looked very relaxed and comfortable. Her favorite satin scarf around her head, her face free of any makeup, and a satin robe along her arms.

"Just in time--oh, those are pretty!"

"For you," he smiled bashfully. MJ took the bouquet of sunflowers from him and returned the smiled. "Thank you, honey. They're really pretty."

"The take out is on the coffee table and I was able to find all the Transformers movies for our marathon this weekend. Do you want to start chronologically or--"

She was silenced by the pressing of his lips against hers. MJ stumbled to reach back and drop the flowers upon the nearest flat surface. Small moans came from her as Peter continued to kiss her with an emotion she'd never known before.

Her body grew warm as his hands slipped underneath her shirt to massage her smooth skin. His name fell from her lips like a prayer when he moved to kiss along her neck, basking in the scent of shea butter and vanilla, a wonderful combination.

Peter moved back to her lips, nipping and biting until she was elongating her neck for more of him. "I love you," he said against her mouth. "so much."

MJ pulled away from him, her hands resting on his strong arms. She met his eyes, taking them in gently. They were so soft and warm like her favorite cookies. "Peter..."

"I went to visit Gwen today and...I don't know. I spent a lot of time reminiscing on what could've been and what I should've done in the past rather than accepting what it is and allowing it to strengthen me as a person.

"All of everything I experienced led me to you...I couldn't save her but you saved me, Mariah Joy. Nothing in the world can amount to the debt I owe you for that. All I know how to do is love you, if you'll let me."

MJ released a breathy laugh as a smile crept along her face. "I love you, Peter Parker...never forget that."

"Really?”

"Always.”

[sirenologyyy]

DATING MODERN!SEJANUS PLINTH!

modern!sejanus plinth x afab!reader

✮ summary: in which I live out my truth as a Sejanus Plinth truther and write modern headcanons abt him if he was your bf!

✮ author's note: why can't God make men like him anymore istfg!!!

✮ warnings: cussing cuz yeah

modern!sej who's basically just a POC Peter Parker variant, they're so alike it is sickening.

modern!sej who's had a crush on you since the start of high-school when you and him wound up in the clinic because he had a bad case of influenza and you had a stomach bug.

modern!sej who'd drag Coryo around the campus just so they'd bump into you. (you'd smile and he'd greet hello with three consecutive O's and Coryo was not pleased, often rolling his eyes at Sejanus' giddy grin when you'd be a few steps past them.)

modern!sej who listens to you ramble and talk his ear off with conspiracy theories, realizations, gossip, chiming in every now and then. (He usually tells you off for talking people behind their back but he loves it gossip as much as you do if not more.)

modern!sej who I personally feel like is into a ball sport nobody would expect him to be in to (like volleyball) and he's one of the most kick-ass players out of the entire team and whenever there'd be matches against other schools you'd be cheering the loudest yk and you'd be wearing his Jersey and all that HEDGSHSH.

modern!sej who'd sometimes switch seats with Coryo when the teacher in the class he's in does a count off for groupmates just so he'd be grouped with you.

modern!sej who loves spoiling you with his dad's money just because he can and he absolutely will.

"Sej, just because I tried all these clothes on does not mean I have the intention of buying them."

"Well you aren't buying them, I am. Plus if I'm not getting them for you now, sooner or later you'll have them all in your closet somehow."

modern!sej who loves taking you to aquarium dates to go see the jellyfish and the sharks.

modern!sej who plans out everything he'll say to you in his mind before he says them out loud so he doesn't end up embarrassing himself in front of you.

modern!sej who always gives you the bigger half when he breaks food into two parts.

modern!sej who is DEATHLY afraid of heights. (When you first started dating you joked about how everyday was practically a living hellscape for him because he was so tall.)

modern!sej who's saved the most dazzling contact photo of you while you just have a horrendously lighted 0.5 pic of him you took at 5 in the morning.

modern!sej who'd purposefully drop sordid drawings he managed to doodle in the middle of class into your backpack so during the next period you'd find them and you'd start giggling to yourself and your classmates would give you stares.

modern!sej who is definitely the big spoon (but wouldn't be opposed to being the little spoon either.)

modern!sej and you who would pass notes in the middle of class as well, even if you two were at the very back of the classroom and sitting next to eachother.

Arachne's voice is making me want to kill myself

Don't say that, that's mean

Oh come on Sejanus, even you aren't too saintly to admit her voice sound terrible

Fine, I guess it's sorta irritating

Her voice sounds like if a dog's squeaky toy crawled off to have sex with a bagpipe

(then you two would burst out into silent laughter.)

modern!sej who is SUCH a fucking nerd (he's one of the top 5 highest grading students in your year, in decathlon, the debate team, men's volleyball varsity, the school paper) sometimes when he recites in class he'll subtly glance your way to see your reaction to his answer.

modern!sej who let's you pick out as many books you want from the library he has conjoined to his room. (When he gets them back there are ALWAYS annotations scrawled out on translucent sticky notes.)

modern!sej who is anxious af and he always fidgets in his seat whenever he's stressed or worried or scared and you'd let him doodle on your hands to make him feel better (plus I think he's really good at drawing too.)

modern!sej who will absolutely drive you to McDonald's if you're hungry at 3am (chances are he's hungry too.)

modern!sej who is obsessed with old film cameras and digital cameras, most often than not you're his subject and every other photo in his camera roll is a candid picture of you.

modern!sej who can recite every riff off word by word of the Pitch Perfect trilogy without missing a beat.

modern!sej who'd bring you baked goods whenever you were upset saying they were made by ma plinth, but in truth, were made by him.

modern!sej who wonders every second of every day how you ended up with him.

modern!sej who gets jealous when you hang out with festus or felix a little too long after class. But never makes it obvious.

modern!sej who's funny unconventionally. His sense of humour dosen't make everyone laugh but it sure as hell will get a snort and a giggle out of you.

modern!sej who'd eat the things you'd pick off of your food. (olive theory HDHSHSH)

modern!sej who remembers the littlest things about you too, how you take your coffee, the certain type of pens you prefer, your favorite author, your favorite type of flower, favorite swear word.

modern!sej who'd never hesitate to help you with schoolwork if you were having a hard time understanding the topic. (He won't stop until he makes sure you have a firm grasp on the topic and you're convinced he could make an amazing teacher.)

modern!sej who looks at you like you hung the stars in the sky.

modern!sej who'd blush whenever ma plinth would bust out his old baby photos whenever you'd come over to their house.

modern!sej who'd participate in cringy couple tiktok trends if it would make you happy.

modern!sej who'd get incredibly competitive just to win you a prize at the carnival.

modern!sej who collects little trinkets that match the color of your eyes and randomly give them to you.

modern!sej who'd listen to you yap and find it adorable

modern!sej who loves photobooths and would always convince you to take photos with him. (Your go to pose is to flip the camera off.) Then you'd get the top half and Sej gets the bottom half.

modern!sej who hates coffee and loves to drink tea (he dosen't do well with caffeine.)

modern!sej who is a sore loser when it comes to card games.

modern!sej who'd write prose and poetry about you (but he wouldn't dare show it, he wouldn't want to make you cry.)

modern!sej who is a GOD at karaoke (he also may or may not be a Broadway kid)

modern!sej who'd instantly agree and laugh when you'd send him things and say "this is so us."

modern!sej who would come over to your house whenever he'd get into a fight with his dad, he'd get so angry while trying to let go of all the pent up emotions he'd start crying and you're always there to comfort him.

modern!sej whose love language is acts of service, would always without a doubt be up for anything, he'd always be there when you need help, whatever the job calls for Sej seems to be always overqualified. When you feel like the world is against you he'd remind you that it's him and you against the world, neither of you were going to be alone in this fight anymore as long as you had eachother. (Then you'd laugh and tell him how incredibly cheesy it was.)

modern!sej who loves watching films, so more often than not you two would be found at the movie theater munching on some free popcorn because the guy that works the concessionaire stand knows you guys well enough to just give you guys free food.

modern!sej who is a munch. Enough SAID.

[a-lil-bi-furious]

Top 10 Ships Including POC in 10 Different Fandoms

Round 1 | Round 2 | Round 3 | Round 4

I was actually not tagged this time, but I am in desperate need of distraction from life and think about this particular tag chain a lot. SO…Round 5! In no particular order/ranking:

1) Eligia (Gia x Elijah Mikaelson) - The Originals

It’s about the chemistry! It’s about her encouraging him to take care of himself for once and have his own life and desires! It’s about him helping her adjust to a new life and re-engage with her passions! Wasted potential all around!

2) Fayanalissa (Melissa Glaser x Faye Chamberlain x Diana Meade) - The Secret Circle

Girls! Having fun! Supporting each other! The show should have let them all lean into their gayness.

3) Vandermarin (Mona Vanderwhaal x Hanna Marin) - Pretty Little Liars

I couldn’t find a single gif with all three of them so I stuck with just Mona/Hanna, which is fantastic, but imho the best iteration of them involves Spencer too. Then you get the friends-to-lovers, rivals/enemies-to-lovers, and friends-to-enemies-to-friends-to-lovers dynamics!

4) Karolsen (James Olsen x Kara Danvers) - Supergirl

Wasted potential. A whole season of great buildup and for what?? Also a great ship with Lucy thrown in the mix.

5) Forwood (Tyler Lockwood x Caroline Forbes) - The Vampire Diaries

Have I mentioned: Wasted! Potential! And buildup/development! They became everything to me and I’ll never forgive the show or Julie for how dirty they did Tyler and Forwood in the name of a certain Mikaelson sibling.

6) Arisagi (Arisu Riyōhei x Usagi Yuzuah) - Alice in Borderland

If this show and this ship taught me anything, it’ s that the little, seemingly insignificant parts of life mean everything.

7) Gwiles (Miles Morales x Gwen Staci) - Spiderverse

They’re just so CUTE. I need to rewatch these movies post haste.

8) PeterMJ/Spideychelle (Michelle Jones “MJ” x Peter Parker) - MCU Spider-Man

again, they’re so CUTE!! Still devastated about No Way Home.

9) Herongraystairs (Jem Carstairs x Tessa Gray x Will Herondale) - The Infernal Devices

No gif bc no screen adaptation yet, which is crimes. But Ot3 of all time. They all love each other so much it doesn’t even matter how it’s framed in the explicit text, they simply transcend early 2010’s monogamist-heteronormative standards. If Cassandra Clare was braver they’d be even more canon.

10) Everlark (Katniss Everdeen x Peeta Mellark) - The Hunger Games

Everlark has everything, ok? Ship of all time.

Can’t include a gif from the movies for obvious reasons, but I’m a big POC Katniss Truther. I know Suzanne doesn’t talk very explicitly in the books about race for the most part, but the Seam folk are so POC-coded. Given geography, social division & treatment, features, etc. likely of Appalachian Native American heritage.

Absolutely no pressure to play, but in case anyone else is in need of distraction I’ll tag a few people (and encourage anyone who sees this to play too, if you want!) ♥️ @welldressedllama @blairwaldcrf @doyelikehaggis @scribeoffate @letthestorieslive

*Also! Be sure to click on the names below gifs to go visit and show some love and support for the creators’ wonderful sets! :)*

[queenpiranhadon]

- Love Like You, Rebecca Sugar

I...write for pretty much anything! You can check my fandoms list through the main navigation on my intro post!

Here are the ones I'm most comfortable writing for though:

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› My Hero Academia / Boku No Hero Academia

› Jujutsu Kaisen

› Spy x Family

› Demon Slayer

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› Harry Potter

› Riordanverse (check my fandoms list to which series I've read)

› The Inheritance Games

› Keeper of the Lost Cities

› The Hunger Games

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› MCU

› Avatar the Last Airbender & Legend of Korra

› Lego Ninjago

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› Stardew Valley

› Genshin Impact

ᡣ𐭩 = romantic pairing; ✩ = platonic pairing, ✿ = x another character (usually canon ship)

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› ⎸ Bakugou Katsuki ᡣ𐭩 ⎸ Kirishima Ejirou ᡣ𐭩✩ ⎸ Takami Keigo / Hawks ᡣ𐭩✩ ⎸ Todoroki Touya / Dabi ᡣ𐭩✩ ⎸ Aizawa Shouta ✩ ⎸ Hitoshi Shinsou ✩ ⎸ Todoroki Shouto ᡣ𐭩✩ ⎸ Midoriya Izuku ᡣ𐭩✩ ⎸

› ⎸ Eri ✩ ⎸ Ashido Mina ᡣ𐭩✩ ⎸ Jirou Kyoka ✩ ⎸ Asui Tsuyu ✩ ⎸ Yaoyorozu Momo ᡣ𐭩✩ ⎸ Usagiyama Rumi ᡣ𐭩✩ ⎸

› ⎸ Gojo Satoru ᡣ𐭩 ⎸ Sukuna Ryomen ᡣ𐭩 ⎸ Itadori Yuji ✩ ⎸ Fushiguro Megumi ✩ ⎸ Nanami Kento ᡣ𐭩 ⎸ Geto Suguru ᡣ𐭩 ⎸

› ⎸Kugisaki Nobara ✩ ⎸ Maki Zen'in ✩ ⎸

› ⎸ Anya Forger ✩ ⎸ Yor Forger ✩✿ ⎸

› ⎸ Loid Forger ✩✿ ⎸

› ⎸ Kamado Tanjirou ✩ ⎸ Hashibira Inosuke ✩ ⎸ Agatsuma Zenitsu ✩ ⎸ Tomika Giyu ᡣ𐭩 ⎸ Uzui Tengen ᡣ𐭩 ⎸

› ⎸ Kamado Nezuko ✩ ⎸ Kanroji Mitsuri ✩ ⎸

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› ⎸ Sirius Black ᡣ𐭩 ⎸ Fred Weasley ᡣ𐭩 ⎸ Remus Lupin ✩✿ ⎸ James Potter ✩ ⎸

› ⎸ Hermione Granger ᡣ𐭩 ⎸ Luna Lovegood ✩ ⎸ Ginny Weasley ✩ ⎸ Nymphadora Tonks ✩✿ ⎸

› ⎸ Percy Jackson ✩✿ ⎸ Grover Underwood ✩ ⎸ Nico DiAngelo ✩✿ ⎸ Will Solace ✩✿ ⎸ Jason Grace ✩ ⎸ Leo Valdez ✩ ⎸ Luke Castellan ✩ ⎸ Frank Zhang ✩✿ ⎸ Carter Kane ✩✿ ⎸ Walt Stone ✩✿ ⎸

› ⎸ Annabeth Chase ✩✿ ⎸ Piper McLean ✩ ⎸ Thalia Grace ✩ ⎸ Hazel Levesque ✩✿ ⎸ Reyna Avila Ramírez-Arellano ✩ ⎸ Sadie Kane ✩✿ ⎸ Zia Rashid ✩✿ ⎸

› ⎸ Jameson Hawthorne ✩✿ ⎸ Grayson Hawthorne ᡣ𐭩 ⎸ Nash Hawthorne ✩✿ ⎸ Xander Hawthorne ✩ ⎸

› ⎸ Avery Kylie Grambs ✩✿ ⎸ Libby Grambs ✩✿ ⎸

› ⎸ Keefe Sencen ✩✿ ⎸ Fitz Vacker ✩ ⎸ Dex Dizznee ✩✿ ⎸ Tam Song ✩✿ ⎸ Kesler Dizznee ✩✿ ⎸

› ⎸ Sophie Foster ✩✿ ⎸ Biana Vacker ✩✿ ⎸ Marella Redek ✩✿ ⎸ Linh Song ✩✿ ⎸ Juline Dizznee ✩✿ ⎸

› ⎸ Finnick Odair ᡣ𐭩✩ ⎸ Peeta Mellark ✩✿ ⎸ Haymitch Abernathy ✩ ⎸ Coriolanus Snow ✩✿ ⎸

› ⎸ Katniss Everdeen ✩✿ ⎸ Rue Barnette ✩ ⎸ Cressida ✩ ⎸ Lucy Gray Baird ✩✿ ⎸ Johanna Mason ✩ ⎸

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› ⎸ Bucky Barnes ᡣ𐭩 ⎸ Stephen Strange ✩ ⎸ Tony Stark ᡣ𐭩✩✿ ⎸ Peter Parker ᡣ𐭩✩✿ ⎸ Steve Rogers ✩✿ ⎸ T'Challa ✩ ⎸ Peter Quill ✩ ⎸ Thor ✩ ⎸

› ⎸ Natasha Romanoff ᡣ𐭩✩ ⎸ Yelena Belova ᡣ𐭩✩ ⎸ Kate Bishop ✩ ⎸ MJ ✩✿ ⎸ Pepper Potts ✩✿ ⎸ Shuri ✩ ⎸

› ⎸ Aang ✩✿ ⎸ Zuko ᡣ𐭩✩ ⎸ Sokka ᡣ𐭩 ⎸ Iroh ✩ ⎸

› ⎸ Katara ✩✿ ⎸ Toph ✩ ⎸

› ⎸ Cole Brookstone ᡣ𐭩✩ ⎸ Kai Smith ᡣ𐭩✩✿ ⎸ Zane Julien ᡣ𐭩✩✿ ⎸ Lloyd Garmadon ᡣ𐭩✩ ⎸ Jay Walker ✩✿ ⎸

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Marry Me (1)

Pairings: mcu!peter parker x black!plus size reader, mcu!peter parker x black!fem reader

Warnings: strong language, angst, sexual situations (MINORS DNI), 18+, etc.

a/n: this is a prequel to Spiderling, but you don’t have to read the first one to read this.

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“College is ending soon. Finals are next week, graduation is literally around the corner—don’t you think you should ask her soon?”

MJ glanced up from her advanced physics notes to watch Peter pace back and forth in his living room. Ned was toiling away at his robotics final that was due by the end of the week and Yn was nowhere to be found, thankfully for it. He twirled the small blue velvet box within the pocket of his sweatpants, trying to slow down his brain long enough to think.

“I will, I just need time. It has to be perfect, she deserves that.” Peter countered.

“Nothing is ever perfect, Peter.” Ned injected, “The moment could be right at any moment, you have to ask her soon.”

“Guys, you don’t get it. The perfect marriage proposal has to be something she’ll want remembered for the rest of her life. Something we’ll tell our kids one day.” MJ snorted, knowing full well you didn’t want children.

“What I’m saying is,” Peter snidely finished, “Yn is very special to me. She’s become a part of my family just like you guys, and MJ,” Peter stared down at her, “if it weren’t for you, Yn wouldn’t have been my girlfriend.”

MJ’s smug smile graced her lips, “Very true, you suck at making first moves.”

“Hey!” Peter whined.

“Peter you gotta relax man.” Ned laughed, “However you do it, Yn will love it.”

Suddenly the front door opened and slammed shut. A soaking wet Yn stood with a bag full of takeout, miffed about a million things filling her mind, “I am never getting takeout, alone, ever again.” You dropped the bag on the counter and quickly shed your wet raincoat and rain boots.

“Did something happen? Did somebody mess with you??” Peter rushed to help you take your other jacket off.

You scoffed, “You mean other than walking through a hurricane?? Yeah, had to deal with the bitchiest Karen on the planet when I checked her about how she spoke to one of the restaurant workers. Almost got the cops called on me until everyone in the restaurant spoke up.” You slammed your purse and keys down on the kitchen counter.

MJ frowned, “I’m sorry that happened. We should’ve gone with you.”

You shrugged, “It’s alright.” You picked up the bag of food and walked further into the living room, squatted down across from MJ. You placed the food on the coffee table just as Peter sat next to you. He kissed your forehead, “Take a break, I know you’re hungry.”

“How are you not freaking out about finals?” Ned asks as he gets up to stretch, then walks over to the coffee table. As you pull out all the food and utensils, Peter gets up to get everyone a drink, “Peter’s been helping me study when he’s not busy with Mr. Stark or patrolling. So has MJ. Plus, my time management allows me to carve out time to study.” You replied.

Peter handed you a sprite once he sat back down, “Although, now that I’ve taken on your job as “The Guy In The Chair”, it’s been a little difficult keeping up.” You mentioned sarcastically.

“Yeahhh, sorry.” Ned nervously rubbed his neck, “It’s just that Strange and Wong really take up a lot of my time these days. We can’t have Peter go unprepared and MJ’s busy so—.”

“I get it.” You interrupted, “You gotta see it through, I know.” You sighed. “I just wish I felt like I had more time, ya know? I feel…lost.”

“What has you feeling so lost, baby?” Peter worried, rubbing your thigh in a soothing gesture. You shrugged and then looked around at your friends, “I mean I guess my future? All of us practically grew up together, we’re in the same school together, by some miracle, we’re graduating but then what? The three of you will be working for Stark while I’ll be…” Your words trailed off unexpectedly. Suddenly, you felt as if you lost your appetite.

“Hey,” MJ’s slender hand reached over the coffee table and covered yours, “we’re still gonna be close. We’re still gonna see each other all the time, don’t worry about that.

“It’s not just that.” You sighed, “I love working with computers, I do. But I hate being just an electronics engineer. I feel like I don’t know what I want to do.” You frowned.

“Don’t worry, love, you’ll find it.” Peter assured you, “You’ll know it when you feel it. You’ll find a job.” You rested your head on Peter’s shoulder and picked at your food. MJ clapped her hands suddenly, “No more moping, let’s play a round of UNO!” After nearly four rounds of the game, a welcomed distraction from studying, everyone decided to call it a night. You helped Peter clean up, a thoughtful yet solemn expression on your face. MJ quietly slipped across the hall to your shared apartment while Ned put away his robotics assignment.

“You’ve been quiet all night. Is everything okay?” Peter asked.

You shrugged, not really feeling up to talking. Peter stopped what he was doing and wrapped his arms around you. You smiled subtly, feeling his warm chest on your back, “I don’t like when you’re upset. Please tell me what’s wrong.”

“…I’m just scared, you know? About everything.” Your fears started after returning from The Blip. When you came back, you were terrified. Your phone started ringing immediately with family members wondering if you and your parents were ok while MJ’s parents were consoling her. You immediately checked on Peter but he still wasn’t answering and it terrified you so much that Ned had to come over to MJ’s to calm you down. He was your friend, after all. And though you two weren’t dating at the time, it became very obvious that you liked him.

While he was with MJ, they knew their relationship wouldn’t last. Too different, they mutually separated and MJ continued pushing you to date Peter. You refused at first, out of obligation to MJ because she was your first friend at Midtown, and because you couldn’t focus on a relationship, feeling as though you had something to prove since you left your magnet school in Harlem. Then it was that you couldn’t bring yourself to expose yourself first. Your true feelings had to wait until sophomore year of college, when Peter finally asked you out.

Between The Blip, Mysterio revealing his identity, and literally pulling the world back together after severing three alternate universes, there were plenty of times you were scared about the future. Scared that you’d never tell Peter you loved him.

“You don’t have anything to be scared of anymore.” Peter assured you as he held your arms. Just then, the police scanner app he had on his phone went off, telling you both a crime was being committed. You look at him, “Sure about that?”

“It’s a small robbery, I can let the police handle it.” He offered to stay with you. You shook your head, “No, I’ll be fine. Go do your superhero thing.” You lightly pushed his chest in a playful manner before receiving a soft kiss to your forehead, “I love you, Peter.”

“I love you too, beautiful.” He smiled.

“Do you see yourself going to the next step with Peter? Are you really ready to move in with each other?” MJ was helping you pack some of your belongings. During the week of finals, Peter was able to find a brownstone apartment in a nicer neighborhood in Queens. You both decided that it would be best to move back there so it would be easier for his patrolling and the commute to your newly appointed job wasn’t that much. You were happy that you were able to find an analysis job at a magazine publishing company within the city, grateful that you at least found something. As you packed most of your things, MJ made sure that you were ready for everything.

“I feel as though we would’ve moved in with each other eventually, we practically sleep at each other’s places as it stands.” You shrugged, “And if our relationship lasts as long as I’m hoping for, I can see myself marrying him one day, but I’m sure he thinks we’re far off from that...” You thought aloud, daydreaming of the day Peter asks you to marry him, “Why? You think it’s too soon? Are we rushing things?”

“Not at all, I think it’s about time you two finally get a place.” MJ quickly stated, “Now of course I feel marriage is Archaic and wasteful, but I guess it wouldn’t look terrible on you.” She joked. You rolled your eyes, smiling slightly as you finished taping up a box, “Thanks, Daria.”

“You’re welcome, loser.” She smiled before starting on another box. You both talked about what exams you had left and what you were wearing to graduation and if you both had everything you needed for then. Once you finished packing for the day, for both you and MJ, you used your free time to catch up with Peter while he was out patrolling. With Spider-Man being in Boston, everyone figured out he had to have been a student. Luckily no one knew it was actually Peter, seeing as how Dr. Strange managed to make the universe forget that Peter was Spider-Man. It was one of the most traumatic moments of your life. Well, that and dying…and nearly dying again in Prague on a Ferris wheel. Long story.

You kept tabs on him through your phone, watching his movements through the city as you cleaned around the apartment. MJ left to catch up with Ned for lunch, which you opted out of due to wanting to nap afterwards. Once you finished cleaning, you watched his movements through the program you created, helping him out with different commutes to quickly get to where he needed to be and tracking security malware to help him in case it got worse. You were his own K.A.R.E.N without the robotic voice.

After a few hours though, you were getting tired. You ended up napping on the couch forgetting all about your phone. About an hour after, Peter came to your apartment, climbing through your unlocked window, wondering why you weren’t responding. When he heard a resting heartbeat, he walked out into the living room and found you on the sofa. He then pressed his arc reactor, retracting the iron suit. Smiling down at you, Peter leaned over and kissed your cheek before picking you up. Unafraid, you recognized his scent and snuggled further into his warm chest. Peter carried you to the bedroom, where he laid down and held you. You cuddled further into his body, sighing as his arms wrapped around you.

“Sorry I woke you.” Peter whispered, hearing the uptick of your heartbeat. You moaned tiredly, refusing to open your eyes. This is the longest sleep you’ve gotten in weeks, “I tried staying awake but I was exhausted. Spent the whole day packing and cleaning.” Peter noticed the boxes when he first entered your room. Most of which were items you were donating, “I see you got a head start.”

“Yeah, baby, I’m excited to move in with you.” Though you were tired, the small excitement from your voice made Peter smile down at you, “I never thought we’d take that step so early but…after everything that’s happened, I know I don’t wanna waste another moment apart from you.” You admitted. Peter gently raised his body slightly to stare down at you. You looked up to see him stare at you with so much adoration that you nearly shied away from him. Peter lightly touched your chin before leaning in to kiss you. He could hear the smallest gasp leave your lips. Hear the rapid thudding of your heart rattling in your chest. Feel the goosebumps travel across your skin.

Peter never quite knew the effect he had on you until now. His body gently rolled on top of yours as you grabbed hold the back of his neck. Your fingers played with the hair at his nape while his tongue massaged yours. You came up for air the second he pulled away, staring into the brown eyes of the man you loved most. “Sorry. Got carried away.” Peter apologized. That seemed to be routine with Peter in the three years you’ve dated him. You two could never get past first base, and it wasn’t like you tried. Peter had his reservations, he was the one with the hang ups. You’re a virgin and he didn’t want to pressure you, but he also didn’t want to hurt you.

Peter knew he had abnormal strength. It wasn’t just that he was strong, he could really break a person in half and he feared that if he got carried away, he could hurt you. He still feels guilty about the time he and MJ were together and he squeezed down too hard on her thigh and bruised it. MJ of course didn’t mind, but Peter did, and he felt as though he needed a better handle on controlling his urges.

You had different plans though. You had the apartment to yourself and you had Peter to yourself and you wanted to take advantage of the fact. You stared into his eyes, not shying away anymore. You grabbed one of his hands and slowly brought it up to your right breast. Peter gulped, nervous. “Peter, kiss me.” You whispered. You waited but he didn’t move. “You won’t hurt me baby, kiss me, please.” You pleaded softly. Peter leaned in close once again, melding his lips to yours. You craved an intimacy that only he could fill. You moaned as his hand massaged your breast through your shirt. Your legs widened and lifted, hooking around his waist as he settled his body between them, relaxing his weight. His slight movement as he tried getting comfortable had you moaning softly into the kiss, his jeans rubbing against your pelvic area.

Your fingers ran through his hair as the kiss became heated. He felt your skin becoming warmer. Felt how your nipples pebbled under his touch or how you subtly ground your hips against his. Peter felt his dick harden. You felt his stiffness against your shorts and sighed, completely in bliss. Peter slowly trailed kisses down your neck. You moaned gently in his ear, letting him know how he was making you feel. Your fingers scratched at his shoulder. You wanted more but you knew Peter, ever the gentleman, would never go that far. Not yet, anyways. Peter suddenly stopped, freezing all movement which made you suddenly open your eyes in confusion, “Peter?”

“MJ’s home. And Ned’s with her.” Foiled by the intrusion of your roommate and friend, you sighed as Peter pulled away from you, fixing up his clothes to look presentable. You on the other hand: hair disheveled, shirt and shorts bunched up at the waist, goosebumps radiating across your skin and a thin layer of sweat forming at your hairline. The satin pillowcase left your neck and upper back sticky with sweat from being in that position for too long, your natural hair curling back up at your nape.

Well there goes the moment.

“Sorry, love, I just…” Peter trailed off, skin red with embarrassment. You gave him a tight smile before replying, “It’s fine Peter.” You grabbed a hair tie from your nightstand and placed all your blown out hair into a top bun, then fixed your clothes. You noticed MJ’s smirk as you and Peter left your room, shaking your head as a frown graced your lips. Barely at second base and it gets interrupted.

You pulled MJ into the kitchen, leaving Peter and Ned to talk in the living room. You quickly turned on the sink, knowing how sensitive Peter’s hearing was, “Shit, my bad, did we interrupt you two?”

“Yeah. God, we were so close.” You whined.

“If you want me and Ned to go, we can go—.”

“No, the moment’s over.” You sighed defeatedly, “He's so worried about hurting me that he’s not enjoying himself.”

MJ smiled fondly, “Yeahhh, he’ll do that.”

“I won’t force it. I can wait a little longer, it’s fine.” You weren’t sure if you were assuring MJ or yourself, but you felt as though you needed to say it. You then turned off the faucet and headed back out the living room with drinks in hand as everyone got ready for a study session.

Finally, graduation had come. After all the hard work all four of you put in, you were finally leaving M.I.T to start your new lives. “Come in, Peter!”

Peter walked into your nearly empty bedroom to find your back to him. What he didn’t expect was to see you half naked, “Oh, babe, you’re changing. I can come back.”

“No, I need your help zipping this up, please?” The gorgeous dark blue dress looked regal against your skin. Peter couldn’t stop watching how you primped yourself in the full length mirror; watching as you smoothed out the dress while he zipped it up or how you fiddled with a necklace he gave you. You fixed the ‘P’ on your necklace then lifted your hair from the inside of your dress; the Fulani braids showcasing decorative jewels and charms throughout. You hadn’t even noticed Peter staring at you until he wrapped his arms around you, “You look beautiful, baby.”

You smiled shyly, “Thank you, baby. You look really great in your suit.” You turned around in his arms and rested your hands on his chest, “Can’t believe we made it through four years of college. And without Flash annoying us!” You joked, making Peter laugh. “I can’t wait until we move into our own place.” You beamed.

“Yeah?” Peter questioned excitedly. You nodded, still smiling, “Yeah! I’m excited to share my life with you. Listen, I don’t know if we’ll have forever, but I know that I want to spend it with you. I’m not regretting a single thing, Peter.” Your hands smoothly moved towards his neck where you played with his hair. “Even if my parents don’t agree.” You rolled your eyes, sighing out a small huff of air.

“They don’t like me much.” Peter stated. You frowned for a moment before deciding not to let it ruin your mood, “I don’t care what they feel. Being with you makes me happy and regardless of how they feel, I love you. We’ve been through too much to let my parents’ feelings about your lifestyle change my mind.” When your parents found out (again) that Peter was Spider-Man, they weren’t thrilled. Knowing the amount of danger he’s always in, they felt that risking your life wasn’t worth the relationship. But you told them risking your life with Peter felt no more different than when you left the house everyday. At least with Peter, you were coming home to something.

“You know that I love you, right? I respect you so much and I value you as a person.” Peter always knew to say the sweetest things to you. You leaned in close, pressing your lips to his. Peter lifted you gently off the ground by the waist. You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Peter Benjamin Parker, I’m so lucky to have met you.” You pecked his nose minutes before he placed you back on the ground. Graduation felt like a blur to you, honestly. One minute you were crossing the stage, grabbing your diploma and then the next, you were watching caps fly into the air and plugging your ears to drown out the cheering. In a flurry, your friends searched for you, crowding around you with their parents in tow.

Peter invited Happy, Tony and Pepper Stark, not actually thinking they’d show, but they did. They stood to the side with May, waiting to get a moment with Peter, who was busy taking pictures with you, Ned, and MJ. After pictures, Tony decided to treat everyone to dinner, even when everyone insisted that he didn’t have to, but because he wanted to, everyone stopped objecting. At a nice Italian restaurant that was quietly rented out before it opened, at a family style table, everyone sat on the outdoor patio. You sat across from your parents, who tried very hard to hide their judgment towards Tony and Peter. Peter, of course, sat between you and May. Pepper to your left, and so on. Throughout the dinner, Peter just watched you glow.

He watched how animated you got into your storytelling and wondered if you’d be the same way with your future children. He loved hearing your soulful laugh, how he knew it came from deep within and how you seemed to light up the whole patio. Ned and MJ watched him closely, talking amongst themselves. Peter, sensing their eyes on him, looked down towards the middle of the table, watching them urge him to pop the question. Peter suddenly felt your hand on his thigh. He looked at you, though your eyes were trained on Tony, listening to him speak. You squeezed his thigh gently before laying your head on his shoulder. Peter smiled, lips barely ghosting over your hair when he rested his chin at your crown.

After the food came out, Peter finally decided to speak his mind, “Yn I need to tell you something.”

You put your silverware down and turned to face him, “What’s up Peter?”

Peter let out a long awaited sigh, then grabbed your hands. Peter stared at you for a moment, and in those quiet moments, he just knew. Time seemed to slow down. Nothing or no one impaired his vision of you. He knew wanted his entire life spent with you and you as his wife. Confused, you looked to see if anyone else was watching but it seemed everyone was in their own conversation, “Um…Ok, I can do this. I can do this.”

You started pulling away, “Peter you’re scaring me. Is something wrong? Did I do something wrong?”

“No baby, you’ve done everything absolutely right.” You sat confused until you noticed he pulled that blue ring box out of his pocket. Your loud gasp brought attention to yours and Peter’s private conversation. Both your hands covered your mouth as everyone at the table suddenly went from a roaring stream of conversation to a hushed mist of whispers. “Since freshman year of college, I knew I wanted to be with you.” Peter smiled softly at your reaction, “I thought I honestly wouldn’t find another woman that would challenge my way of thinking or embrace the person that I am or show me a love I grew up seeing between my aunt and uncle. I thought love like that didn’t exist anymore, but then you found me. Or better yet, we found each other.” Peter chuckled, feeling you swipe under his eye as a tear escaped.

MJ and Ned sat a few chairs down, recording the moment. May gently rubbed Peter’s shoulder, tears dancing in her eyes. Everyone sat in awe as Peter proposed to you. Almost everyone, “I can’t…I can’t imagine a world where you’re not in it. I can’t imagine one where we’re not together, and you’re right, we’ve been through a lot.” Peter nodded, recounting all the times he missed out on telling you how he felt, “But I know if I don’t ask you to marry me right now, I’ll probably go insane.”

You quickly wiped the tears trailing down your face as Peter opened the box, showing you the princess cut diamond engagement ring. It wasn’t too flashy or too gaudy. Wasn’t too plain or too understated. It was perfect just like he thought you were, “There is no one I’d rather spend the rest of my life with. There is no one who makes my heart beat out of control or who makes my world slow down just by the look in their eyes. There is no one I’d rather go through life with than with you, Yn. You make my world feel safer each day.” Peter took the ring out and placed the box on the table, “Yn Yln, will you marry me?”

You were rendered speechless for once. Words couldn’t form in your brain, much less in your throat so all you could do was nod. Peter slipped the ring on your finger. Everyone cheered and you threw your arms around his neck as he held you. You then pulled away and turned to your parents, hoping to share your joy with them, “Mama, daddy, look!” You showed them the ring excitedly. Your mother looked at your father before staring down at the ring. She then placed her dinner napkin on the table and scooted back from the table, “Excuse me.” You watched as she got up from the table, slipping herself back into the restaurant doors. Shaking your head, you got up as Peter tried stopping you from storming into the restaurant, but it was futile.

“Ma, you couldn’t give me one day? Really? We’re celebrating! Your only daughter just got engaged!”

“I don’t see it as something to celebrate, Yn!” She turned, crossing her arms. Your father quietly slipped in behind you, shutting the door quickly. Though everyone could see glimpses of you three, they couldn’t hear, except Peter, but judging by your hand movements, it wasn’t pretty. Peter stood immediately but May held his wrist, “Give it a minute, Peter.”

Back inside, you were shouting, “Whether you like it or not, Peter is going to be my husband! He is going to be a part of my life! I would like it if my parents stopped acting childish and started respecting my relationship!”

“Risk to your life aside, you will never be happy.” Your father stated. You recoiled, clutching your stomach as though you were going to be sick, “How can you say that to me?”

“You know as well as we do that he’ll always choose his job over you. What about all your important milestones, huh? Anniversaries, birthdays, holidays?? Crime is inevitable, he will always choose saving the day over spending those moments with you. And what if you have kids—?”

“Oh god forbid!” Your mother spouted, making you look at her strangely, “Excuse me?!”

“I’ll be damned if I have genetic freaks for grandchildren!”

“Evelyn!” Your father shouted. You turned away from them, a look of horror on your face. Peter couldn’t stand not being near you, especially after hearing that. He jerked his wrist away from May and stood quickly, his chair knocking to the ground. He was pissed and he knew if he didn’t get his anger in check, he would expose himself. He just could not give a damn. Tony stood slowly, trying to reach Peter's gaze. Meanwhile, you were still reeling from what your mother just said to you.

“Even if by some miracle they come out normal, he will miss all those milestones too.” Your father finished, “Day of their birth, first steps, first words—first everything. Is that really a life you want for yourself? Being second place to his…lifestyle?!”

“You don’t get it,” You shook your head, getting rid of any negative thoughts, “Peter constantly puts me first in his mind, that’s why he does what he does. He wants to protect me and everyone we love, and sadly, that includes the two of you.” You seethed, “Peter shows you nothing but respect, and he so much wants you to like him! He cares and loves me so much that he’s willing to ignore how you treat him, he will always put me first! Just as I do for him!” You shouted, pointing back towards the glass door. “That man will go to hell and back for me, and I will always do the same for him! I want to marry Peter, I love Peter—I need you both to accept that.”

“I can’t.” Your mother dismissed, “Your father and I can’t. We think you deserve better, and if that means letting you find out on your own by letting you crash and burn with this ridiculous marriage, then so be it. We won’t be there.” You looked to the floor as you twirled your ring around your finger. Registering everything your mother just said, “So that’s it? You’re just not gonna show up to your daughter’s wedding?” You asked quietly.

“No, we will not.” Your mother responded.

“Daddy,” you looked up at your father, eyes swimming with tears, “you’re really not gonna walk me down the aisle?” You heard your voice crack as the building heat surrounded your face and throat. Your father sighed, shaking his head, “I’m sorry but I can’t. I don’t believe that this marriage is right, I don’t give you my blessing.” You looked away, nodding softly as you turned away from them. You walked to a nearby table and sat down, taking in a deep breath to calm yourself, “Then I think the two of you should go, and I think that if you can’t respect Peter, then you don’t respect me.” You looked up at them with tears threatening to spill, “You both need to leave…”

In that moment, you knew what you were giving up. You were giving up the only family you’ve ever known for the only man you’ve ever truly loved. It wasn’t a trade you expected. Your mother stormed past you to open the door to the patio of the restaurant. She then grabbed her and your father’s things, not even bothering to thank Tony for the dinner or to say goodbye, too upset that you chose Peter over them.

She hadn’t even realized she left the door open when she stopped and stood by you, telling you the most hurtful thing you’ve ever heard her say, flinching each time her words grew harsher than the last, “The day you wake up and realize you’ve made the biggest mistake of your life, it will already be too late! You don’t have our blessing for this marriage, and I really hope you realize what you’re doing! This has to be the second dumbest decision you’ve ever made. The first one? Was staying with him.” With that, your mother and father stormed out of the restaurant. You couldn’t move. Your head bowed and you hugged yourself to feel safe, and Peter, having heard everything your mother just said, left the table and immediately ran to you. The rest of the table grew quiet as Peter knelt down in front of you, trying to get your attention.

“Princess? It’s going to be okay. Everything’s going to be ok, it will.” He assured you. You shook your head, zoning out for a bit. MJ and Ned quickly left the table, following each other to the room. MJ knelt next to Peter while Ned pulled up a chair beside you. When you finally looked up, the tears grew bigger and you looked completely broken. But still, you plastered on a fake smile and told them that your parents have decided to disown you, “All because you chose to be with me? Baby..,” Peter felt guilty but he knew he couldn’t make it about him. He just needed to be there for you.

“It’s fine.” You shrugged, playing with your necklace Peter gave you. A sure tell that it wasn’t fine, but you tried blocking it out anyway. You cleared your throat, thick with heartbreaking sadness, “If they don’t want to be in my life, then it’s fine. I got the three of you, you’ve been the closest thing to a real family, anyway.” You subtly chuckled, the sad laugh making everyone’s heart ache. Ned placed a hand on your shoulder, “We’ll always be your family, Yn. That’s what we do, we stick together, no matter what.” You dropped your head on his shoulder as he hugged you. MJ grabbed hold of your hand and squeezed, “You know you’re like the sister I’ve always wanted. And my dad would be happy to walk you down the aisle, just say the word.” Your lips trembled slightly, tears dropping and hitting your lips, “We chose to be each other’s families, that’s what matters.”

That pretty much did it for you. Hard as you tried, the sobs just kept coming, making you nearly fall out of the chair. Peter caught you, holding you close and telling you that everything would be okay. It broke you to know that your own blood wouldn’t support you, but the family you created would. You decided then and there that that was all you needed. Days later, after the disastrous dinner, Peter caught you packing up a few more things. He saw you standing over your mattress, starting at a framed picture of you and your parents. He watched your shoulders slack and how you carelessly tossed the framed picture in the box, not bothering to wrap it like you did the others. You continued pulling everything out of your nightstand and throwing it into the box, “Hey gorgeous.”

You turned, a soft smile on your lips, “Hey handsome. Guys got everything in the truck alright?”

“Yeah, just putting a few more boxes in. And then,” Peter walked further into the room, coming to wrap his arms around your curvy waist, “we can start putting our place together. It’ll finally just be me and you.” He kissed your cheek, earning a bigger smile from you, “But promise me one thing, love.”

You turned your head to look at him, “Anything, baby.”

“Promise me we won’t hide how we feel. Promise me you’ll tell me exactly what’s on your mind. I don’t want you to ever feel like you don’t have a voice in our home, because you always will. I hate that you were taught to repress your feelings. I’ll make sure you’ll always have a voice in this world, and that means expressing how you feel.” You turned in his arms, staring at him with the most loving eyes. “I promise, Peter..” you voice grew meek as you kissed him softly. For you, shedding an old life to start a new one with Peter meant leaving behind anything that didn’t better the new life. Even if it meant your parents.

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"Fun" (actually fucked up as fuck) fact that someone pointed out to me a while ago: Miles Morales is currently the only Black superhero in a romantic relationship with another Black character in mainstream comics.

How many Black love interests has Peter Parker/Spider-man had? Zero. Steve Rogers/Captain America? Zero. Wolverine? One - Storm from X-men. Tony Stark/Iron-Man? Zero. Marvel/DC has their white characters all mainly date other white people, but almost always has Black characters with non-black love interests.

T'Challa/Black Panther is one Black character who mainly dates Black women. I'm pretty sure the only reason why is because making the king of Wakanda not date Black women would be too suspect. His most well-known and longest relationship was with Storm who he was married to for second, but they're no longer together for some random reason and T'Challa has been single since, so it's literally only Miles/Spider-man and Tiana/Starling left…das it.

It's fucked that even ONE Black couple in a serious relationship is one to many for Ghostflower stans. They want the rare Black girl character being loved up on to be booted out to make way for yet another white one because if there's one thing media doesn't have enough of it's white girl and white women protagonists being centered or fawned over. Sure.

Obviously, interracial relationships are fine. But Marvel/DC definitely seems to have an aversion to portraying Black men and Black women together in love. There were racists who hated Storm and T'Challa together too by the way, I think it might be because a popular superhero Black couple could lead to more undeniably Black popular superhero children, and they do no want that.

So now another "fun" fact, the non-black writer for the comic Spider-man Reign 2, Kaare Andrews, is also the main artist for it. Spider-man Reign 2 is not Miles' main comicbook, his main comicbook is currently written by Cody Ziglar, who is doing a pretty brilliant job writing Miles. The plot for Spider-man Reign 2 is not worth summarizing in detail, it's a very horribly written au focusing on a dystopian world with an old Peter. Miles for some reason, was dragged into this mess as a guest star. In the latest issue, Kaare Andrews made the creative decision to strongly imply visually that Miles and Gwen were in a relationship - Gwen isn't mentioned by name - and had a child together, and then he proceeded to draw that child as *white* as possible. If you're wondering what kind of writer Kaare Andrews is, in the original Spider-man Reign comics that he created and wrote he had M.J. die of cancer by making Peter have radioactive sperm that M.J. was exposed to whenever they had sex. That last sentence is not made up or an exaggeration.

Hooooo boy this is a lot of loaded information, thanks for sending it in!

The conversation of diversity is always so frustrating with people who just don’t want to see it. Like as a white person, are you not bored only seeing white people in your media??? Don’t you want your media to reflect real life??? Which is really really diverse??? Rhetorical question, I know, because as I have said before, racists cannot think critically about the media consume.

It’s such a shame, because it’s not like its ghostflower shippers fault at the lack of diverse romance, all they do is like the ship that the ATSV writers fed to them. Except of course for the overtly racist ghostflower shippers, who throw a hissyfit at the idea of anyone but especially anyone POC being shipped with Miles. You just hate to see it :(

As for the last part, I do think I recall hearing about the radioactive sperm thing before at some point, what is bro on 😭 marvel should let me be a writer fr (i would be so bad at it i can barely write action and villains to save my life, but my characters are so cool and diverse and deep and itd be really really really funny i promise /j /lh /silly)

Sorry I didn’t have quite as much to say on this ask like I typically do, always love hearing thoughts from anons and sharing them with my followers though! Thanks bunches for sending this one in! I hope you have a nice little sweet treat today, whatever you’re most into👍