#peter parker rivals to lovers

[vauxxy]

sad, beautiful, tragic

distance, timing, breakdown, fighting

silence, the train runs off its tracks

kiss me, try to fix it

could you just try to listen?

hang up, give up

and for the life of us, we can get back

peter parker x reader!!

(treacherous part 2)

PLOT - in which peter parker tries to talk to his rival after multiple drunk make out sessions the previous night.

WARNINGS - sexual references, no smut, make out scenes, allusions to sexual activity, weed, smoking, kiss and makeup attitude

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“just talk to her, don’t be an arse” gwen smiled, swaying with the movement of the subway. the sun peeked through the windows as the train made its way out of a tunnel and closer to their destination.

“what exactly are you supposed to say to someone you made out with like, 3 times while drunk?? especially if you used to hate their guts”

“i don’t know, ‘sorry i hated you before, i just internalised my fetish for goth stoners as hatred- let’s make out some more’ or something-“ gwen joked, before being cut off by a frustrated peter.

“are you kidding me? she’s gonna spot us across the carriage any second now and i won’t have any idea what to say to her!”

y/n sat cross legged in her seat, reading some depressing book from the early 1900’s about some depressing characters, written by a depressed closeted gay man. she tucked a chunk of hair behind her ears before re-adjusting her headphones. “i bet she’s listening to fucking my chemical romance or korn or some shit,” peter chuckled as his eyebrows furrowed, gripping onto the hanging bars of the train carriage.

“nope, look on spotify,” gwen corrected. peter turned away from y/n to look over at gwen, his eyes drifting to the screen of her phone.

“it says she’s listening to… taylor swift?” she said, a confused expression painted on her face. peter jolted his head back in shock, overcome with anxiety. “aunt may loves taylor swift…” he murmured, the rustle of the train carriage pulling him away from gwen.

“let me see what song,” peter insisted as he gestured to see gwen’s phone. she passed it over to him, watching his face move as he read the title.

“sad, beautiful, tragic… i’m pretty sure that’s from red, right?” peter questioned. gwen shrugged her shoulders in response. “i don’t know. i’m more of a midnights and evermore type of girl” she replied. peter scrolled down to the lyrics of the song, his eyes widening and his lips pursing.

“gwen, i’m totally fucked”

y/n had slept on what had happened the previous night. spider-man saved her from getting robbed and gave her some very unhelpful advice. what the fuck would spider-man know anyways? he doesn’t get any bitches. y/n may have also ghosted peter, but who cares? y/n put her heart out on the table, for some reason expecting more from the person who constantly teased her everyday for 2 years. sure, she should’ve saw it coming, but she didn’t. which is why she was going to be as dramatic as possible.

this meant a new playlist. no more limp biskit; nobody cries to ‘break stuff’!! it was time to listen to the entire red album on repeat, along with ‘ultraviolence’ and elliott smith. y/n was fully ready to be a sad little bitch.

on monday morning, she scored a seat on the subways and started listening to her new playlist, putting on one particular taylor swift song on repeat while she read her sad little bitch book. she looked up for a split second to see peter and gwen talking.

‘oh, so he can make time to talk to gwen, but not the girl he snogged three times?’ y/n thought.

y/n turned up her volume and put away her book as she listened to the lyrics of the song. the train pulled up to the station within walking distance to her school and so she stood up. catching the eye of peter as she walked to the doors, she quickly averted her gaze and took a few steps back.

peter flinched at the sudden eye contact, turning his full body towards gwen. “gwen. do something” he anxiously muttered. gwen nodded, smiling innocently, before beginning to casually walk over to y/n.

“y/n! how’d that hangover treat you?” gwen asked, pulling in y/n for a comfortable hug. y/n smiled hesitantly and embraced the act of affection. “so, so badly,” she replied, thinking back to the incident that followed the day after the party.

“the hangover is the least of my troubles” she stated and she glanced over at peter, who was watching both of them. “oh, do you mean…” gwen asked as she gestured over to the lanky boy trailing behind them, walking onto the platform as the train doors opened.

“what? no! i was mugged,” y/n announced, arching her eyebrows. peter didn’t look surprised. y/n took note of this, feeling somewhat offended that he didn’t care.

“y/n! are you okay?? how did that happen?” gwen asked, completely and utterly shocked. peter walked over. “wait, yeah… are you okay y/n?” he asked, breaking out of his anxious state for one moment.

y/n sighed softly, rolling her eyes. “i’m fine, spider-man saved me and then gave me some very unhelpful advice.” she said as she pursed her lips, her eyes darting between gwen and peter. “he’s a total ride though- i hope he’s not like… 46 or something,” she continued. gwen chuckled, covering her mouth with her hand as her cheeks turned pink. “did you get to feel his abs?” she asked as the trio walked across queens to get to school.

“yeah, they were rock hard. i didn’t expect him to be so fit!” y/n exclaimed. peter tried to stifle his blush as they got closer to the school, blocking out their conversation.

as they entered the gates, gwen quickly walked towards her class, leaving the two alone.

“um, we have math-“

“i know, peter” y/n interrupted. her voice was cold and unemotional- a stark difference form her previous cheerful demeanour. this was the guy that she was squabbling with for years now… the guy that she also maybe had a few steamy dreams about as well. her preconceived notions about peter were contradicting with her fantasies and the realities of what happened over the weekend- causing her to spiral into a semi-depressed state of rage.

peter, on the other hand, knew exactly what he thought of y/n. he always thought that she was attractive, but a total arse. now, he found her being an arse super endearing. but that could have something to do with the fact that they made out 3 times and he almost touched her boobs.

the two walked in awkward silence to their math class, a strong tension in the air. they took their seats and sat painfully silently for an hour.

y/n tapped her pen on her notebook, not listening to a word the teacher was saying. ‘fuck it,’ she thought, ripping out a piece of paper.

she scribbled a few words down before passing it over to peter.

‘make up for ghosting me by skipping second period and hiding in the unisex bathrooms’

‘sure :)’

the unisex bathrooms were dimly lit, far away from the rest of campus. surrounded by unused classrooms. the unisex bathrooms were a prime hookup spot… but for y/n, it was her own personal hotbox.

she lit the end of her joint and put her lighter in her jacket pocket as she leaned against the bathroom wall. y/n took a drag as she stared at the wall. she took another short hit, before passing it to peter. he did the same, his legs crossed.

“so why didn’t you text me, dick face?” she started, crossing her arms. smoke escaped her lips as the talked, mesmerising peter.

“dick face?” peter repeated, stifling a grin as he shook his head.

“um… i guess i didn’t know what to say,” he replied, passing back the joint. y/n smiled awkwardly as she rolled her eyes. “classic parker…”

“well, do you know what to say now?” y/n asked, sliding down to the floor, head level with peter. he shrugged his shoulders. “kinda,” he muttered.

“are you gonna say it, mcslutty?”

“i don’t appreciate the name-calling, y/n.” he said irritably, his voice somewhat breathy.

“you ghosted me too, remember?” peter added, raising his eyebrows.

“yeah, but i was mugged!” she said defensively, opening her mouth in shock. “obviously i was too busy!”

peter laughed, covering his face. “fair point.”peter pursed his lips, looking down before taking another hit of the joint.

peter took a deep breath in, tapping the floor anxiously. “i really like you, y/n” peter averted his eyes. “i used the think i didn’t, but i was just lying to myself so i wouldn’t have to confront the fact that there’s actually nice stuff about you,” he’s smirked.

y/n chuckled. “what nice stuff?”

“your face, obviously. your musical skills, your rolling skills. you’re also really funny, and you’re so generous. you’re not nice to everyone, but you still help everyone- if that makes sense? but yeah… shit like that i guess,”

y/n smiled sincerely, slightly tilting her head to the side. “that’s pretty sweet, shithead”

it took them a whole 40 seconds before they started jamming their lips together, peter’s hands gripping y/n’s waist as she sat on top of his lap. her hands cupped his face gently, occasionally pulling a hand away and running it through his hair.

she pulled away for air, before continuing her attack on his lips, her hands trailing down his torso as she fiddled with his shirt. peter pulled away, looking up at her before her eyes drifting to her hands.

“what are you doing there?” he asked teasingly, his voice limited to a hoarse whisper.

she began to frantically kiss his neck, her hands still fiddling with the fabric of his shirt. “felt something hard. wondering if you’re ripped or just really horny.” she muttered breathily, one hand resting under his shirt as she caressed his torso, while the other hand gripped a bundle of his hair.

he looked as her curiously as she felt up his chest, watching her pull away with a look of shock and confusion. “peter? what the fuck?” she exclaimed, her hair messy and cheeks red.

“what? what’s wrong?” peter asked, panicked as his eyes drifted down to his pants, before meeting her eyes again. his face turned red, putting up his hands in surrender.

“hey, you were the one grinding against my-“

“no, you’re fully ripped!” she whispered, her eyes wide as her hand retracted from under his shirt. “jesus christ…” she muttered, lifting his shirt to take a peek.

peter burst out into a fit of dry laughter, tilting his head back and lightly hitting the wall of the bathroom stall.

“oh, yeah. that.” he said casually. y/n grumbled, standing up.

“right. i was not expecting that.” she huffed, her face completely red.

“anyways, i’m not fucking you in a hot-boxed bathroom stall at school. if you decide to stop being a little bitch and message me, maybe i’ll forgive you for ghosting me.” y/n proposed, leaning against the wall as she looked down at peter.

peter nodded, standing up. he opened the door, turning to face her. “yeah, i definitely won’t be ghosting you anytime soon. sorry about that, by the way.” he murmured.

“it’s fine. just as long as you send me a picture of your abs after school.” she demanded, her face completely serious as she looked peter up and down. peter nodded, his eyes wide.

she bit her lip, meeting his eyes once again. “seriously, they’re almost as good at spider-man’s.” she added, exiting the bathroom- leaving peter alone to deal with his thoughts.

[therealflickerman]

Split Lips (tasm!peter parker x reader)

Part four

series summary: Its simple hating peter parker, the cocky asshole who has made it his mission to one up you every chance he gets. In the same vein, its simple loving spiderman, the sweet masked vigilante who has made it his mission to ensure your safety. How simple will it be when the two worlds meet.

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chapter summary: You try your hardest to hide what you can from Peter though you can't help when secrets slip through your fingers.

word count: 6.5k (i cooked a little)

chapter contents: angst?, mention of death, mention of parental death, mention of cancer, reader is described to b shorter than Flash (6’1),  reader is intended to be fem! , language, reader is anxious and a mess, bullying kinda?

note: hi guys!!! This chapter is like INSANELY late but it's also the longest chapter by far so I hope I’ve made it up to you guys… This chapter gets only a little deep but I hope you enjoy how I've written the reader and her mum and I hope I've done the themes justice!!! 

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“Maths, History, Bio” the words quietly slip past your lips as you count your textbooks carefully, ensuring each and everyone of them are there. Pressing your forehead against the cool of your locker, your eyes flutter shut and you draw a sharp breath, holding it in for a split second before finally releasing it alongside your jaw, clenched shut almost painfully. You pull away from the safety of the metal, words role over in your mind as you prepare for the day,

BAM

Your locker slams inches from your face. 

The loud bang of metal against metal rings through the busy hallway drawing the attention of a couple stray students, including yourself as you jump back softly, your hands clenching around your textbooks extra tightly as they threaten to slip through your fingers.

Your eyes flick to the perpetrator and you feel your jaw clench as nerves buzz in your fingertips. 

“What Flash,” 

It slips softly past your lips before you can stop yourself and anxiety turns in your gut as you wish you’d simply ignored him.

“I was wondering what you were doing tonight,”

His eyes watch you eagerly, like he’s hungry for the reaction you’ll inevitably give him. 

You swallow the anxiety that grows a lump in your throat and turn to head for the serenity of your History class. You have to remind yourself that he wants the reaction, he’s starving for it. 

He’s quick to follow you, sending a look to his friends that gather in a circle a little way across the hall. You hear the familiar sound of soft snickers and you feel your cheeks heat up. 

Trying your hardest to keep a poker face you press your lips into a tight line, you’d rather set yourself on fire than give Flash a reaction to laugh about with his stupid friends. 

“I know you’re probably super busy with all those friends you have, so I just wanted to check,”

His lips curl into a shit-eating grin, you fight an expression that threatens to grow on your face. You won’t give him the satisfaction, you entirely refuse. 

Keeping focused on the goal of your History classroom, you swerve through the other students that crowd the halls.

“C’mon,”

He just about corners you against the lockers as you walk shoulder to shoulder with them, dribbling his basketball he follows closely, the sound rings out obnoxiously much as his voice does. 

You can’t seem to find your voice, you keep your eyes ahead and continue on track, praying silently for him to leave you alone, the interaction turns our gut and you slip your lip between your teeth where it belongs. 

“C’mon, stop walking away from me,” 

His voice raises slightly, his hand coming out in front of you and you’re quick to stop in your tracks. His palm leans against the locker as he looks down at you through his eyelashes. He waits eagerly for a reaction, practically starved for it. 

You kiss your teeth with a clench of your jaw, as you try to slip from the barrier he’s created and a laugh bubbles from his chest as you hand feed him what he’s been waiting for. 

“Flash,”

A shot of relief floods your veins, it’s sweet, almost addictive, and your eyes seek the face to match that voice you know all too well. 

“Can’t you see we’re talking Parker,”

Flash shoots Peter a grin, not particularly concerned with convincing him of anything.

“Does she know that?”

Peter asks, his tone sardonic. 

Flash rolls his eyes, kissing his teeth as he turns to look at his surroundings. A frustrated sigh bubbles in his chest as he opens his mouth to say something before shutting it with a clench of his jaw, not bothered to start anything especially as so many teachers roam the halls, rushing students to their classes. 

He turns back to you, sending a wink as he slips away, quick to walk back to his friends that await him. It’s as if they crave the humiliation they give other people, it’s their life source and you feel gross just thinking about it. 

A soft groan slips past your lips, “thank you.”

He offers a shrug, a smile sat upon his lips as he watches you. His gaze is sweet, it's night and day compared to Flash’s hungry eyes. Your feet scuff against the vinyl as you slip next to him, far less eager to get to class this time around. 

“He will just not leave me alone you know? It’s kind of getting embarrassing on his part, like he does the same bit everyday. I don’t think he has a whole lot going on up there, not super creative.” 

You mumble softly, a grin slipping onto your face, Peter shakes his head with a laugh. 

“I’m pretty sure he’s got a little brain damage from all that sport so don’t take it to heart,”

He draws a giggle from your lips, “I don’t think I’ve ever taken anything he’s said to heart.”

A comfortable silence falls over the two of you as you make it to class. Words roll around on your tongue, you fight to push them out. 

“I was thinking maybe you’d wanna…  would you wanna study again tonight?” The words slip out. 

The two of you had spent many afternoons of the past week at the library, your noses between books, studying your hearts out before grabbing coffee, if you're honest it’s the most productive you’ve been in a long while. You hate to give him his praise but having someone as genius as Peter to bounce ideas off of has opened a whole new playing field and you’re not sure you can go back to ten minute mind blanks and groans of frustration. 

On the other hand you’ve never been more busy in your typically lacklustre life, you feel a bit like Spiderman yourself with all the running around you’ve found yourself managing. It was school, then work, or study, or both. Then home, just in the nick of time, all for Spiderman to swing you through the city before returning you to your bed at some ungodly hour. It was… nice, at least it was exciting, something vastly different compared to the eat, sleep, school repeat you’ve known for the past few years of your life. 

“Yeah of course, I was gonna ask anyway, so-”

“Maybe you could… um come to my place instead of the library?”

You spit out, cutting Peter off.

“My mums gonna be home, like, kinda early tonight so she’s um… making, like, a nice dinner and I thought you could join us?”

The words flow quickly and you’re unable to stop them as they spew from your lips, 

“I’d love to,”

He hums, a soft smile curling onto his lips

“I’m sure you would, ‘can put my address in your stalker journal,”

A scoffed laugh spits from his lips as his grin grows.

“How do you know I don’t already know where you live,”

“I’d be a little worried if you already knew where I lived,”

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Your foot taps rapidly against the concrete floor, a spit of anxiety turning in your stomach as your eyes dart around the city. ‘Please god do not show up,’ you watch with furrowed eyes for a flash of red and blue. 

“You waiting on someone?”

The voice rips you from your contraction and you jump slightly as you turn to find Peter and his stupid grin

“Only you,”

You swallow the lump in your throat and a smile plays across your face. 

“How was photography?”

Your eyes flick to his face, watching him as the two of you make the slow walk to the subway. 

“Good,” he hums with a smile, “I got an A+ on that assignment,” he shrugs his shoulders as if it were nothing, though you personally know he’d practically pulled his hair out with stress over it. 

“Look at you go, Mr Humble,” you nudge him softly, “bet you picked the photo I told you to go with,” 

You lend him a grin and he can’t help but roll his eyes.

“That is a possibility.”

“Hey, you’ll… you’ll tell me if Flash bothers you more?”

Peter mumbles softly, he swallows, feeling stupid as the question slips from his lips, though it spills anyway.

You watch his face, giving him a suspicious eye as a grin tugs at your lips. 

“You gonna do something about it?”

He rolls his eyes, his head shaking,“I might.” 

You hum suspiciously with a nod and it's followed by a giggle. 

“Hey you don’t know what I’m capable of,”.

“I know Flash is, like, a six foot one athletic scholar,” 

He leans his softly, “yeah but I have something he doesn’t,”

“What would that be Peter?”

“A brain.” 

You roll your eyes and push his face away with the palm of your hand. 

The sound of the city seeps into the subway carriage, it’s fairly empty and just about silent besides the racket of Peter’s voice as he talks of his next photography assignment, very passionately if you may add. He thinks it's stupid that they grade photography, he believes art is immeasurable, whether he’d simply rather an easier class or is genuinely passionate about the topic you can’t help the smile that tugs on your lips as he rambles. Either way it ‘isn’t like he has room to complain, the fact that it is in fact graded means he gets to be top of his class’, you roll your eyes as he tells you he’s only joking. 

You find yourself slowly drifting, your eyes keep on him as you mind wonders and a small smile finds itself on your lips.  

If it weren't for Peter you’d be sitting alone right now, packed into whatever carriage you had found. You’d listen to music loud enough to hurt your ears and you’d pick at your nails, or maybe you’d let your teeth at your lower lip. Your brain would mull over the day and you’d swallow the anxieties that pile themselves in your throat. 

“Am I boring you?”

Peter's face comes into focus, his smile is sweet as he watches you drift off.

“No! no no no… sorry,” you swallow with a blink, “sorry I got lost in thought,” you shake your head with an apology, “continue.”

A laugh bubbles in his chest and he shakes his head softly, “you’re good, I get um… I think I get a little too excited about photography sometimes.”

“Oh god no, I like hearing about your photography, trust me. It's refreshing to hear someone my age be so passionate about something,” Your tone couldn’t be more genuine.

“Really?” He smiles and you return it with a nod. 

He opens his mouth to speak and the subway's intercom system announces your stop, “I’m sorry I am. I promise I’m interested but this is our stop,”

You mumble with an apologetic expression as you stop him before he can speak. He giggles with a soft, “okay.” 

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Peter's voice reverberates through the quiet backstreets as you both walk side by side, heading back to your apartment. He talks of how he got into photography, how he enjoys being able to capture a moment in time, he views it as a sacred process. You watch his face light up as he speaks and you can’t help the bright grin curled onto your lips, unconsciously matching the smile on his face. You listen intensely as he speaks so passionately.

You’re grateful for the moment, there's no weird tension between the two of you, no bickering or teasing, you’re not on your toes trying to keep up with his stupid remarks. You’re simply indulged in his words, in a part of his mind that he’s sharing with you. 

Your grin grows. 

“What about you, what are you like… into?” he asks, his tone almost catches you off guard, it’s sickeningly sweet. 

You have to think for a moment, “um I don’t know… nothing I guess,” a shrug pulls at your shoulders.

“C’mon there's gotta be something.”

You think of the eat, sleep, school repeat cycle you’ve been living for the past however many years, each day full of so much nothing. Looking back you genuinely do wonder what you did to pass the time and nothing comes to mind.

The only things that happen in your life are Peter and Spiderman, and you can’t say, ‘actually you’re my hobby. And also Spiderman, don’t know if you’ve heard of him.’ 

“Hmm, nope, nothing, I study… I… I don't know, I work.” You shrug.

‘What about the posters on the wall, the music you’re always listening to, the movies you’re always watching at night,’ the words dangle on his tongue and he bites down, swallowing a lump in his throat.

“I don’t believe that,” he opts for this. 

“Believe it, you’ve befriended a bore,” 

He rolls his eyes, a chuckle slipping past his lips as he denies this. You’re being stubborn.

“Believe what you want, it's the truth.”  You shrug. 

He hums softly, his eyes keep on you and the remains of a smile stay evident on his lips.

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The familiar apartment building comes into view, he swallows softly, and can’t seem to pull his eyes from your face. He rolls over words in his mind, ‘you’ve never been in her room, you don’t know which apartment is hers, etc.’ He almost feels sick at the thought of slipping up.

“You’d think big hot shot Oscorp would pay well enough for an apartment complex but I guess one income slows us down.” 

You send your shoulder into the weighted door and lend an awkward smile as you hold the door for him, mumbling an apology about the climb to the fifth story.

“Your mum works at Oscorp?” he asks softly, there's something else to his tone and you can’t quite place it. You ultimately decide to blame it on the stairs, despite not being a quarter way to the top. 

“You got a problem with Oscorp?” you tease, looking to the step behind you as you watch Peter make the climb with ease.

“No, no, it’s just… I don’t know,” He curses himself as no answer comes to mind, god he’s already slipped up. His heart beats softly against his chest and he releases a breath as you hum, dropping it.

“Well she loves it, that's why she’s out so late almost every night, they’re working on this um, DNA thing… I don’t know, her boss is missing an arm, it's, like, something to do with that. You ask her about it at dinner, she’ll love you forever.”

His breath catches in his throat and it’s followed by a gross feeling that spins his gut, his teeth sinking into the flesh of his cheek as you mention doctor Curtis Connors.

He tries to not let it bother him, in fact he feels guilty that it does, it’s not as though you’re his problem. 

His mind flicks to the suit in his backpack, maybe he doesn’t have a choice in whether you’re his ‘problem’ or not anymore. 

“Geez Peter I didn’t know you worked out, you haven’t even broken a sweat.” You huff, conquering the last step. 

Yes, you may over exaggerate but five stories of stairs is enough to make anyone a little breathless. “I work out,” he scoffs with a small smile. You take one look up and down, eyes trailing across his tall lanky build. With a raise of an eyebrow,  you hum a soft “Mhm”. He rolls his eyes and it pulls a giggle from your lips. 

Your hands fumble around in your pocket and you pull out your house key, wiggling it around in the old lock before it finally opens with a heavy shove of the door. 

“Hey mum!” You call out softly, holding the door open for Peter. Your mother stands in the kitchen, she’s chopping vegetables and humming along to soft music as it plays from her own old record player, she’s got it on her fifteenth birthday and she adores the thing. 

“Hey love,” She hums, her eyes flicking up from the task at hand. 

“Oh and this must be Peter.” 

You send her a pressed smile, widening your eyes as if to say, ‘embarrass me and I will kill you,’ though she retaliates with a little wink and you groan. 

“I’ve heard so much about you Peter,” she continues to cut carrots. 

Peter sends you a smug grin. 

“You have?”

“Oh for sure, all good things… most good things,” she hums with a shrug and a smile. 

“I’m just glad she’s making friends-”

“Okay mum, we’re gonna go study,” You cut her off with a tight smile, she laughs with a shake of her head and a wave of her hand, “have fun!” 

“I’m sorry about her,” You huff with a smile, the tips of your ears burn and you feel yourself blushing. 

You lean your school bag against your bed and let him know he can put his stuff anywhere. 

Walking over to your desk, he leans his bag against the leg before settling comfortably into the seat.

Your brows furrow with a small smile, watching him as you take a seat against your bed. “You have a habit of making yourself comfortable,” you giggle with a shake of your head. 

“Oh I… sorry I, remember you saying you always study on your bed.” Nerve drips from his words as he sits up right. 

“No no, you’re good,” you smile with a shake of your head, “and you’re right,” you pull your things from your bag, setting stuff out the way you like it. 

He curses himself silently, ‘you’ve never been here before Peter,’ he reminds himself and his eyes scan your room, his sight falls on your posters,  the one he’d seen almost twice a night for the past week or so.

“Nice posters,” he hums.

Your eyes flick up as he speaks, the way he says it scratches a nerve in your brain, like it was familiar. 

You hum softly flipping open your Bio textbook, “thank you, it’s taken me ages to collect them all.”

Peter swallows dryly. 

“You said you didn’t have any hobbies,” his eyes keep on you. 

“Collecting posters isn’t… doing something though, like… writing or… taking photos,” you point to him with your pencil. 

“I guess…” He sits for a moment. “What about watching movies, I mean you’ve gotta love ‘em to have this many posters,” 

“Eh, I don’t think that counts”

“Oh c’mon that totally counts”

“Does it?” you shrug. 

“Whatever, we'll find you something.”

You look up to him with a smile, he gets his stuff out, placing it on your desk. 

“You know I am good at one thing…” You mumble, his head shoots up, “it’s called studying, and it’s going to help me get into a very nice university so that I can be good at things for money” 

You tease, drawing a humoured scoff from Peter. 

The two of you sit for a good while, faces buried in books, bouncing ideas and questions off of one another as you scribble messy notes. Stupid jokes and shared giggles pull the both of you from study, for minutes at a time you clutch your stomachs in laughter, textbooks forgotten until you find your way back on track. It leaves your stomach muscles beat, exhausted from curling in on itself as huffs of giggles slip from your lips. 

You now watch as he reads a particular section of his textbook, faced away from you with his eyes focused so desperately on the page, your teeth seek your lip, sinking into its flesh without mercy. A feeling settles deep in your gut, turning your stomach and all of sudden you feel ill, despite it you can’t seem to pull your eyes from the brown haired boy. It’s all too familiar but you refuse it, swallowing dryly before you can bring yourself to put a name to the feeling. 

Peter can feel you staring, he can feel the intensity of your gaze burning into his temple, a feeling he’s grown accustomed to. He’s not sure if it’s his ‘Spidey-Senses’ or because he just knows you but he can feel it. Maybe it's a mix of both with all the time he’s spent with you, with all the time you’ve spent on his mind. 

A smile tugs on his lips and he can’t seem to stifle it as it grows into a grin. 

Your eyes flick back down to your page, you practically wrangle them there. The lump in your throat is stubborn, no matter how much you swallow it sits there stubbornly and you try your best to ignore it. Now is not the time, your eyes flick up once again, especially as he sits in your desk chair, slumped over with his nose in his textbook, innocently in his own world and doing his school work just as you should be. 

The rapid knock of your door pulls you from thought, “dinners ready love,” your mum's voice calls out muffled through the wood. “M’kay,” you hum, loud enough for her to hear it, letting out a silent huff, a poor attempt at settling the unplaceable feeling in your stomach. 

A stiff silence settles over the three of you, broken by the sound of quiet chewing and cutlery scraping against your mothers ‘nice’ dinner plates. You’re all packed onto a small dining table, designed for just two people, your knee brushes against Peters and you meet his eyes with a silent apology. 

“So I um, heard you work at Oscorp,” He swallows, keeping his eyes on you before flicking them to your mother with a smile.

“Oh yeah? She told you about that huh,” your mother sends you a grin.

“I mean they’re doing insane work, really I shouldn’t even be talking about it, but it’s just so fascinating.” 

Peter nods along, you can’t help the smile that clings to your lips, unable to draw your eyes from him as he entertains your mother’s chattering.

“Its um… well lizards, right, they can regrow limbs, it's really quite fascinating, comes from years of evolution and adapting, I’ll spare the boring details,” she waves a dismissive hand, “we’re taking this aspect of their DNA and attempting to create a serum that can prompt human cells into preforming blastema-based regeneration. What that means is-”

“Mum Peter is like a grade A genius, don't worry,” you mumble, cutting her off. 

His lips curl into a smile, and he meets your eyes as you return the grin. 

“So you like science Peter?” Your mum asks. 

“Oh yeah, I um.. I love it,” He wears a lopsided smile, as he fumbles to answer the question. He watches you in the corner of his vision, checking to see if he’s said the right thing, and another grin slips onto your lips. You eye him as he stumbles over his words, looking for your approval and you lend a soft nod as your smile grows. 

“So that’s what you wanna do? Go into science I mean,” She asks, taking a fork full of food in her mouth. 

“Well I, um…”

“Peter’s actually a really talented photographer, so he’s still working things out.” You hum with a nod, sensing the nerves radiating off of him, he sends a grateful smile. 

“Oh yeah? My husband loved photography.”

You flinch a little at her words as she mentions your dad. It was true, he had spent a lot of his life taking photos, they were amazing too. He had never turned it into a career though, you had assumed it was because of some moral obligation he had to take care of you and your mum, he refused to even entertain the idea in fear of halving the household funds and leaving the both of you struggling, well look where you are now. 

Peter sends you a look, a quick flick of his eyes and you know what it represents. You opt to lend a small smile with nothing behind it, it’s a poor attempt at returning to any form of normalcy you could get your hands on and he returns it, submitting to this attempt. 

You make a note to talk to Peter about your dad later, it wasn't as though you had tried to hide any of… what had happened, it just never came up. Maybe deep down you liked it that way and maybe in a way you had tried to hide it, though you’re quick to swallow any guilt that threatens to build as you return to the normalcy that you and Peter had silently decided upon. 

Peter clears his throat with a hum. “Yeah, I just… love having the ability to capture a moment in time, I think it helps me get a grasp on reality. I would spend all my time taking photos if I could.”

Your mum hums with a smile and a soft nod, of course she liked that answer. She’s so insanely passionate sometimes that it scares you, up until two am most nights working on her research, not eating all day just to purely save time, you’re not sure how she’s still running. Seeing her daughter hanging out with someone at all, let alone someone so driven, is probably sending her insane with pure relief. 

“As long as you’re passionate about whatever you do,” Your mum nods, taking a sip of her wine glass. 

You smile with a shake of her head, she’s so predictable, it's sweet. You’re grateful for her, god, more than grateful for her, you’re not sure where on earth you’d be without her. 

“Oscorp isn’t all sunshine and rainbows, the field of science is very dangerous if you ever do go into it. The other day Peter-” she leans in with another sip of her wine, “there was this giant lizard monster god, I don’t know what he was but he injured about ten people, I’m sure you heard it on the news, that Spiderboy was there.”

“It’s Spiderman mum, and that isn’t because you work in science it's because you live in New York.” You correct her with a roll of your eyes, it was a conversation the two of you had had about five times since that night and if you heard about how ‘Spiderboy’ had made the whole situation worse one more time you’re sure you’d rip your hair out. 

“I don’t care what his name is, he totaled my car,” “The lizard did mum, not Spiderman, he’s just trying to help-”

Peter can’t stop the grin that curls at his lips as you unknowingly defend him. He watches as you toy with your food, giving up as your mother insists that Spiderman is doing more harm than good. 

“What do you think Peter, about this ‘Spiderman’ I mean,” Your mum hums, taking another bite of her food. His eyes flicker to you, and he hesitantly gives his opinion, “I think that he does good where he can…at least I think he intends to. I mean think about what could have happened if he wasn't there.”

You nod stubbornly with a fold of your arms, “Exactly.”

Your mum rolls her eyes with a small smile and a shrug as she washes down the food in her mouth with a sip from her glass, “I guess,” she mumbles hesitantly and you too roll your eyes with a giggle. 

Peter smiles, his eyes keeping on you. “What got you working at Oscorp,” He takes a sip of his water. 

“Well I always adored science, all through school. I graduated, y’know researched with a couple of small corporations near home. Then, after her dad died, I just decided lifes too short, I quickly applied to Oscorp, we moved here, and the rest is history.” 

There it is. 

An unease settles in your stomach and your focus turns to the food chewing in your mouth, it doesn’t really bother you, at least that's what you tell yourself. It was obvious your dad wasn’t around anymore, for one reason or another, but it felt too vulnerable for him to know that he was actually dead. The thought rolls around in your head and you swallow it with your dinner. You had planned to tell Peter, though it isn’t like you need to, you don't owe it to him. Still, you feel something build in your stomach as you realise that maybe you had actively avoided it in conversation, maybe even lied during the process and you quickly realise you’re filled with some sick mix of embarrassment and guilt.

You feel Peter glancing at you, his gaze is soft and his eyes flick between you and your mother as she continues to talk and he continues to nod along. You meet his eyes, deciding that facing whatever you’re feeling is far less embarrassing than closing up like you’re used to. You can’t place the emotions behind his eyes but nevertheless he offers a smile, it’s void of pity and you realise that deep down that was what you feared most from his reaction. You return the smile, it’s grateful though you don’t particularly mean for it to be, and the two of you once again silently agree to bask in normality until dinner is over. 

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The both of you sit on your bed in silence, it's comfortable but there’s an all too familiar feeling of anxiety settled in your stomach. Your mind rolls over words, they hang on the tip of your tongue as you wrack your brain on how to start the conversation. 

“When I was six my parents went on a work trip and never came back,” Peter lets out, taking the blow for you. His eyes find you, you’re focused on the tips of your fingers as they fiddle with one another. He hears your breathing hitch, your heartbeat speed up, he watches as you try to find the words. 

“Pet-”

“My Aunt May and Uncle Ben took me in, and then…. a couple of months ago Ben was killed in a robbery,” 

You shut your mouth tightly, your teeth sinking into the flesh of your cheeks as you fight to find the words and suddenly you don’t feel so angry at each relative that told you ‘they were sorry’ and ‘they were here for you,’ because… what do you say?

You swallow, your teeth unlatching around your cheek, and open your mouth to speak once again, 

“I just mean… you don’t have to feel weird or… I don’t know, ashamed about it… okay? Not with me.” 

His voice is soft, his eyes watch you so intensely, it’s like he’s looking at you for the first time, like really looking at you. Noticing each wrinkle in your expression, each imperfection that litters your skin, although this time it’s with his own two eyes, not shrouded by the mask he was once so grateful for.

“He died when I was fifteen…it was um, cancer,” you nod softly, keeping your eyes down, you’re not too sure why but it feels better, easier to talk, like you can breathe. 

“We packed up, like, straight away and mum immediately started working for Dr Connors. She thinks that she can like, find a cure or… I don’t know…” You curse yourself for rambling about it as you realise this wasn’t one of the venting circles in one of the libraries your mum had signed you up to. 

You swallow, biting the bullet and looking up to meet Peter's eyes. You’re not entirely sure what you had expected but when you finally meet them you don’t find the look of condolence that you’ve grown so accustomed to. You find a pure mix of kindness and worry and it spins your gut, this time with gratitude. 

You lend him a smile, it’s grateful, and understanding, it tells him what you don’t trust your words to and he returns it sweetly. 

“Even in dead relatives I’m ahead of you,” he elbows your arm and it's noticeably more gentle than usual.

A laugh bubbles in your chest and you shake your head with an eye roll. 

“Oh my god,” you hum and it draws a giggle from his lips. 

“You’re close with your aunt?” You ask gently as the laughter dies down between the two of you, you’ve found peace within his eye sight as you keep steady eye contact with him for maybe the first time since you've known him. 

He hums with a nod of his head and a smile curls onto his lips. It’s sweet. 

“You’re close with your mum?” He asks, his tone is almost cautious, though he doesn’t mean it to be. He had spent a whole hour at your dinner table and still couldn’t grasp the dynamic between the two of you. 

You hum a soft laugh with a nod of your head, “yeah, we are. It’s… complicated, my dad’s death fucked with her super bad but she’s still my best friend, kind of my only friend.”

He smiles, a sound of understanding slips from his lips. 

“Were you um… close with your dad?” He prays he hasn’t overstepped a line, his teeth catch on his lips as the words slip from them and he feels oddly close to you as he sinks teeth into flesh. 

You smile, looking down at your hands, “yeah… super close,” it’s all you say though he takes it with gratitude. 

“What about you, were you close with your parents, with your Uncle?” You look back up at him and meet his eyes, they never seem to leave you, it’s something you’d noticed. 

He nods, a smile slipping onto lips much like you had done. “My parents died when I was pretty young so, yes… but also no.” You nod along, watching him closely. “But I was super close with Ben.” You feel like maybe you opened something you shouldn't have as you remember that it hasn’t been long since his passing. You watch the creasing in Peter's expression and you quickly feel guilt fill your stomach as your own brows furrow. 

“I’m sorry Peter I shouldn’t-”

“No, god no I asked first- no, don’t do that,” His soothes quietly, shutting down your guilt. 

You nod softly as he continues.

“He was like a dad to me so… yeah.”

A comfortable silence falls over the two of you, the air filled with a feeling of understanding and the both of you settle into it. 

“I should um, maybe get going,” He mumbles, it’s a cop out, the both of you know it, the both of you have become accustomed to it. 

“You can stay Peter,” 

His almost frantic movements stop, his eyes find yours, he wouldn't go as far as to say they’re begging but they’re big and asking him to stay in the warmth of your room and who is he to say no to you. 

“We can watch a movie… or-”

“I would really like that.”

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Your eyes glance over to him, his face lit up by the screen of your laptop. The two of you sit comfortably in your bed, backs propped up against the wall, an awkwardly large space between the two of you, you’re overly conscious of it as you try your hardest to keep your eyes on the screen and your limbs to yourself. In your uncomfort your eyes flick to your watch, checking the time and your stomach turns with anxiety as a thought pops into your head. You frantically flick your eyes to the window, trying your hardest to keep your ‘cool’ exterior in front of Peter though you’re now busy attempting to prepare for the inevitable. There hasn’t been a night in the past week where Spiderman hasn’t shown up at your window cill, absolutely bursting to tell you about his night. Many nights he’d sit in the very chair Peter had, chatting your ear off for hours until you had to shoo him from your room to save at least four hours of sleep before you had to get up for school. You swallow your nerves, taking a deep breath, soft enough for Peter to miss it, at least you hope he misses it, and you try to make up some sort of plan.

Peter was… cool about it, he appreciated what Spiderman did. He actually never really spoke about him, in fact he was a little weird about him, though you’re not complaining, if Peter tried to subtly shut down most conversations about him, it meant you didn’t need to subtly avoid most conversations about him. 

You’re only now realising it seemed like a sensitive topic and you pray to god Spidey didn’t have some unfortunate involvement with his uncle's death, that would make it a little awkward if, or when, he shows up at your window. 

You swallow, bringing your eyes back to the movie, you’re choosing to push all rational thoughts out of your mind as you do so, you’re going to sit here and focus on the film and not focus on how you wouldn’t be able to hand another of your secrets getting spilt, not that you had any others to spill after Spidey. 

Peter's eyes watch you in his peripheral vision, watching as your vision linger on the window cill. 

“Shit,” the word slips from his lips before he can stop it and it instantly catches your attention.

“What's up?” You ask, sitting up gently. 

Fuck, he curses himself silently though he quickly realises he’s given himself the perfect out. “I just realised that May said she wanted me home half an hour ago, I’m so sorry, I-” he jumps from your bed. 

“You’re fine, really. I’ll see you tomorrow,” Your voice comes out far more enthusiastic than you had hoped for and you cringe as the words leave your lips. 

Peter nods with a sheepish smile, backpack in hand as he stands at your bedroom door, “thank you for having me,” he mumbles. His words are genuine and the feeling in your gut that you entirely refuse to recognise is back, nagging at your heart. 

“No problem,” you hum softly, returning the sheepish smile. 

He’s gone in a flash, with a slam of your door, a little harder than he had anticipated, and a soft ‘sorry!’ from the other side of the wood. You let out a breath of relief, your teeth sinking into your lip as you do so. Your mind plays over the day as you slip your laptop into your school bag and lay on your bed. You’re grateful Peter knows about your dad, at least you think you are. It makes you feel vulnerable, he can take one look at the life you lead and understand why you are, where you are, now that he has the missing piece of the puzzle. You guess it goes both ways, though he seems so put together and you quickly become jealous over how well he’s able to hide his grief, then again you know it isn’t something to wish for and you swallow as you remind yourself that there are so many parts of him that you don't see.

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Had thoughts since I remembered Cindy moon existed.

What if Harry got bit by the same spider as peter and like , instead of them working together harry being filled with angst as he is wants to prove he's the better hero than peter ( also bc daddy issues obv )

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❝ A Two-Person Job. ❞

part 2/(?)

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❥ wooo writing their superhero personas interacting in this chapter is my favorite thing 😎 & especially once their relationship develops n all I swear. uhh very brief and vague mentions of trouble at home/running away. mostly just these two being pookie. plenty of silly references and if you catch any of them you’re my bestie. lmk if anyone checks this out, it would be much appreciated ! ✌️ also YES she wears an eye mask but we’re still gonna suspend our disbelief and say they wouldn’t recognize each other mkay?

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𝖢𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖯𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖯𝖺𝗋𝗄𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗒 𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗁 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝗂𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗀𝖺𝗍𝗈𝗋. 𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾, 𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝗍, 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝗉𝖾𝗌. 𝖧𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝖺 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝗉𝗈𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖺𝗅𝖺𝖽! 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝖼𝗈𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗌𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗐𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖻𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾, 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗎𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝖼𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗈𝖽.

𝖶𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖡𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺, 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝖺𝗎𝖼𝖾𝗌. 𝖧𝗎𝗀𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗍𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗄𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗏𝖾, 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗈𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅. 𝖣𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗅 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖯𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗌𝗁𝗎𝗍 𝗎𝗉. “𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖬𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅.” 𝖧𝖾 𝗈𝖻𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗂𝖽𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝗉𝗈𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖺, 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗄 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗒. “𝖬𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝖿 𝖨 𝖺𝗌𝗄 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝖾𝗍?”

“𝖬𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾.” 𝖬𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾.

𝖯𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋’𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽. 𝖧𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗀𝗈, 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝖼𝗒 𝖽𝖾𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗋. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝖾𝗍, 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗂𝖼. “𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝗎𝗆𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝖾. 𝖨 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖥𝖤𝖠𝖲𝖳, 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨’𝗆 𝗇𝗈𝗍 ��𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾. 𝖲𝗈, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗋𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗎𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍, 𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗌 𝗉𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗌𝗈 𝗐𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇, 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾, 𝖼𝗈𝖾𝗑𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝖾’𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀.” 𝖧𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝖾𝖽, 𝗌𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗅𝖺 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗁𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗈𝖽, 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖺𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌.

𝖡𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗌𝖾𝖽, 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗁 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌. 𝖯𝗎𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝖺𝗓𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗎𝖼𝖾. 𝖯𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝖿 𝗁𝖾’𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗂𝗍, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺 𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗒 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗍. “𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗇, 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗈𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗋.” 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝖼𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽. 𝖯𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌, 𝗇𝗈𝖽𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗅𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾. 𝖬𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀. “𝖨 𝖺𝖽𝗆𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝗎𝗇 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒. 𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾’𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖻𝗎𝗒 𝗆𝖾 𝖺 𝖻𝗎𝗌 𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗍, 𝗂𝖿 𝖨 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗍 𝖥𝖤𝖠𝖲𝖳. 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗈𝖽. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄.

“𝖫𝗂 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽. 𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒, 𝗌𝗎𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗅𝗒, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇’𝗍 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖨 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾𝖽.” 𝖡𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖯𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇. “𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖥𝖤𝖠𝖲𝖳, 𝗌𝗈 𝖨 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽. 𝖮𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗇, 𝖨 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇. 𝖧𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖽𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗅. 𝖲𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝗂𝖽𝖺𝗒.”

𝖯𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗀𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝖿𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝗎𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒. 𝖧𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗌, 𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝖽. “𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗌…𝖺𝗐𝖾𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾, 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒.” 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗍𝖾𝖽. “𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐, 𝖬𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗇 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝖿. 𝖣𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗍𝖾, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗆.”

“𝖨’𝗆 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝖽𝗎𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝖺𝗎𝖼𝖾 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗂𝗍 𝗎𝗉.” 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅, 𝖯𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗋. 𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗈𝖽𝗂𝖼, 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝖿 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗂𝖼, 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽’𝗏𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗏𝗈𝗅𝗎𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗃𝗈𝗒.

“𝖭𝖺𝗁, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁, 𝗇𝗈𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖺 𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝖺𝗅𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗎𝗒.”

𝖡𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗂𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 ��𝖾𝗋, 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌 𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖽, 𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾. 𝖶𝖾𝗅𝗅, 𝖯𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋’𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗆𝖾𝖽, 𝖡𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺’𝗌 𝖻𝗎𝗓𝗓𝖾𝖽. 𝖯𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇: 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝖬𝗂𝖽𝗍𝗈𝗐𝗇. 𝖶𝗁𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝗈𝖻𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝖺𝖽 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍?

“𝖨 𝗀𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖺 𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆,” 𝖡𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽, 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗎𝖼𝖾.

“𝖨 𝗀𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖺 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗋𝗒.” 𝖯𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗈𝗇, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗐. “𝖮𝗁…! 𝖶𝖾𝗅𝗅, 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗈𝗅, 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍…𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗈𝖽𝗅𝖾𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝖾, 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍?”

“𝖳𝗈𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒! 𝖨’𝗆 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝗍. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗈 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗋𝗒. 𝖨’𝗅𝗅 𝗀𝗈 𝗉𝖾𝖾.” 𝖡𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺’𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗂𝗆𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌, 𝗈𝖻𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗀𝗋𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗈 𝖺 𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋, 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗎𝗆𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆.

𝖯𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾, 𝗎𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗐𝗇, 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗃𝗎𝗆𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝖼𝗍𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗌, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗍’𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗒. 𝖣𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗁 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗇, 𝗁𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗀𝗁𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗎𝗇𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗎𝖼𝖾. 𝖫𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗎𝗍𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗄 𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗐𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖬𝗂𝖽𝗍𝗈𝗐𝗇.

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𝖧𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗀𝗇𝗂𝗓𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗅, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾’𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝖻𝗐𝖺𝗒. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗐, 𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗇 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾. 𝖯𝗈𝗅𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖲𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗆𝖺𝗇, 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗐𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗌. 𝖯𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗍, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗐 𝖿𝗎𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗌𝗈𝗅𝗎𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝖮𝖻𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝗎𝗇𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇’𝗍 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗌𝖺𝗇𝖽, 𝖽𝗎𝗁, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾’𝖽 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗂𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗏𝖺𝖼𝗎𝗎𝗆 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖿𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗇𝖽.

𝖨𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖽, 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾’𝗌 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗉, 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆. “𝖨𝗍’𝗌 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗍 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗌. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝖾, 𝗈𝗇 ��𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗆𝖾.” 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗈𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽, 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝖾 ��𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄. 𝖯𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝖺 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗈𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗈𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗍𝖾. 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗍𝗌, 𝖺 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗂-𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗋𝗍, 𝖺 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝗈𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖽, 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗀𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗌, 𝖺 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖾𝗒𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗄, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖺 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗉𝖾. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗍𝖾, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝖿 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝖻𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇. 𝖧𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗇𝗒𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗅 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖽𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗅 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗇.

𝖧𝖾 𝗀𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝗍𝗒𝗉𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅 𝖲𝗉𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗋-𝖬𝖺𝗇 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗉. “...𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗍𝖾.” 𝖧𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗀𝖾𝖽, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇. “𝖸𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾’𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗍.” 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖩𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗈𝗍𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗈𝖿.

𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖻𝗈𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗓𝗒 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌. 𝖨𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝖺 𝗀𝗁𝗈𝗌𝗍. 𝖮𝗋 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗅, 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝖭𝖾𝗐 𝖠𝗌𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗓𝗈𝗈 𝖾𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗉𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝖺𝗌𝖼𝗈.

“𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨 𝗀𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗇, 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗐.” 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗂𝖽-𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈𝖾𝗌, 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝖻𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖺, 𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗅. “𝖨 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝖽𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 ‘𝖭𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗁 𝖶𝗂𝗇𝖽’ 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 ‘𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝗋,’ 𝗂𝖿 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖶𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗅, 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗈𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗂𝖼𝖾, 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗇𝖺𝖽𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗎𝗒.”

𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗇𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝖲𝗉𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗒 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝗍, 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗒𝖾. 𝖠𝗌 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽, 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗍𝖾. “𝖶𝗈𝗐. 𝖠𝗅𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗁𝗎𝗌𝗂𝖺𝗌𝗆, 𝖡𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗓𝗒-”

“𝖭𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗁 𝖶𝗂𝗇𝖽.”

“𝖦𝖾𝗌𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗍. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝗍’𝗌 𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖽, 𝗎𝗁, ‘𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗇𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗆’ 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝖿𝖿𝗂𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽. 𝖬𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖭𝖾𝗐 𝖸𝗈𝗋𝗄𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇’𝗍 𝖾𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗅𝖾 𝖺 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋.”

“𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗇 𝖤𝖥𝟣 𝗂𝗇 𝖡𝗎𝖿𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗈 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗂𝗇 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟦.” 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗅 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒, 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝖺 𝗍𝖺𝗉. 𝖶𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗂𝗋𝖼𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖻𝗎𝗆𝗉𝗌. 𝖥𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝖽, 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋.

“𝖥𝗂𝗏𝖾 ��𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗀𝗈, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗍.” 𝖧𝖾 𝖺𝖽𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝖻𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗁. “𝖫𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗇, 𝖨’𝗏𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗎𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾, 𝖨 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗉𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝖿. 𝖨 𝖼𝖺𝗇’𝗍 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎.”

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗏𝗂𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾, 𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖿 𝗈𝖿 𝖭𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗁 𝖶𝗂𝗇𝖽’𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗇. “𝖢𝖺𝗇’𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾.”

“𝖨𝗍 𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝗎---𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝖿𝗅𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖯𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍.” 𝖲𝗉𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗋-𝖬𝖺𝗇 𝗀𝗋𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝖾𝖽, 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗄𝗒. 𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖶𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗅 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗐𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖻𝗈𝗑 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝗋.

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Silk & Cologne

A Miguel O’Hara x OC series - AO3 link (X)

Chapter 1: Origins

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x Female OC

Words: 1.7K+ words

Rating: PG - for some violence, nothing major here! 

Summary: Lisa Kendrick is just an average 28 year old from Earth-1218. Where superheroes, much less Spider-Heroes aren’t suppose to exist, and even if they do, they’re all comic book characters. The laws of nature and physics here don’t allow superhumans to exist. So what happens when Miguel is hunting a runaway anomaly Spider from another dimension that gets sent to our world and takes a bite out of Lisa? Will Miguel treat her as a fellow anomaly? Or Something else?

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“There never was a Spider-Woman in Earth-1218, and there never will be!” - Miguel O’Hara in the not so distant future

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“Oh no, oh no, no, no!” 

Margo Kess, codename “Spider-Byte”, was scrambling around the room, interacting with various consoles as she monitored the latest mission of the Spider-Society. A villain anomaly was detected in another universe, a gateway opening up as a Doc Ock found himself in a dimension where he shouldn’t be and was currently laying waste to Oscorp. It seemed like Alchemax wasn’t the only ones studying inter-dimensional travel. 

That universe’s Peter Parker had arrived at the scene expecting to see his Doc Ock, but was surprisingly mistaken when he saw that his Doc Ock had actual Octopus tentacles and was part sea creature. He was almost outmatched when Miguel O’Hara, Spider-Man 2099, and Peter B. Parker “Spider-Man”, arrived just in the nick of time through one of their portals, courtesy of their watches. 

That was not the reason why Spider-Byte was freaking out. As she was monitoring the fight, she knew that the team could handle themselves, especially Miguel. He was in his element here. His predatory like senses kicking into overdrive as he fought Doc Ock head on, while Peter B. escorted that universe’s Spider-Man and other innocent civilians to safety. 

“Lyla! Please tell me a part of you is still here!” Margo’s voice strained as she whined, her finger types scrambling on the keyboard. 

“You called, Byte?” The holographic AI appeared on her shoulder as she fluffed out her jacket and adjusted her heart shaped glasses. “Wow, you seemed stressed,” 

“I am stressed, Miguel and Peter are in a lot of trouble!” She stated. 

“Why, what’s wrong?” Lyla asked, sounding very concerned. 

Byte summoned a digital duplicate of herself as she ran over and grabbed a monitor, bringing it over to Lyla. “Look!” 

Margo played the moment back frame by frame so Lyla could analyze it clearly. The monitor showed one of the radioactive spider’s from Oscorp falling through one of the wayward portal’s of the Oscorp Collider during the fight. It had happened when Doc Ock tried to tackle Miguel from behind, but Spider-Man 2099 threw him over his shoulder, his back and arm muscles pulsing as he roared, tossing him towards the spider-containment. 

It appeared Miguel was so focused on the fight, he didn’t notice one little spider escape. Or the handful of armed guards that jumped in after it. 

“Oh, this is bad,” Lyla hissed uncomfortably after watching the footage. 

“You have to tell him! I can’t tell him, he’ll freak out,” Spider-Byte panicked as she focused in on the portal. 

“Don’t worry sweetcakes. Just focus on figuring out what dimension that portal was locked on to,” Lyla reassured Margo with a motherly smile. “I’ll handle the big guy,” 

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Once all the civilians were evacuated, the three Spider-Man worked together to web-shot Doc’s arms and tentacles together, webbing them like he was cattle on a stick before slamming him to the floor. When he was down, Miguel tossed a device at his feet, a red energy shield-like cage activating as it crowded around him. He yelled, banging his fists and tied tentacles against the cage, but it didn’t falter. 

“Yeah, we got’em!” Peter B. cheered, raising a hand towards Miguel. “Give me five!”

Miguel shot Peter B a glance through his mask, just staring at him. “Really?”

“Alright, no high five for you,” Peter B pouted as he turned around and gave the high five to the other Peter. “You were awesome back there!”

“I was just following you guys. I had no idea there were more people like me,” He laughed. “Any chance this could be a regular thing,” 

“We’re not currently accepting new recruits at this time,” Miguel responded as he grabbed the cage and with a heavy heave, he lifted the cage up and carried it over his shoulder like a giant barrel. “But, if something like this happens again, give us a call,” 

Peter B. handed Spider-Man a small device that oddly looked like a keychain. “Just hit that button if you see something or someone that doesn’t look like they’re from your universe. We’ll come swinging,” 

“Thank you both,” He nodded graciously as he looked back out towards the smashed window, hearing police sirens. “I’ll keep them distracted long enough for you guys to do. . . whatever it is you need to do,”

Miguel nodded towards him, a silent appreciation. Spider-Man activated his web shooter and flung himself through the window, disappearing. 

“Whew, that was a rush! I’m kind of glad I decided not to bring MayDay with me today,” Peter B sighed as he stretched his arms.

“You technically shouldn’t be bringing her at all,” Miguel lectured, rolling his eyes under the mask. “What kind of parents bring their baby to a mission?”

“It was one time!” Peter B. gawked. 

“Lyla,” Miguel called out, clearly over this topic. “Open the portal back to HQ,” 

The portal opened before them shortly after as Lyla’s form projected near Miguel’s head. “Alright, toss him through and then jump through that other portal over there!”

“What?” Miguel raised a brow at Lyla as his mask dematerialized to look at her. “¿Qué quieres decir?” - What do you mean? 

“The mission isn’t over yet. There’s another anomaly that’s about to take shape,” Lyla explained as she blipped and rematerialized next to the broken spider containment, pointing at it. 

Miguel and Peter B. starred in it. All the spiders but one were missing. Miguel’s talons sparked at his fingertips as the frustration of his carelessness slowly boiled inside of him. Peter B. however was more vocal about it. 

He whistles at the sight. “Oh, boy, okay, Miguel, just breath, we still have time to find it and bring it back here safely,” 

Miguel took a deep breath, eyes closed. As he breathed out through his nose, the brown iris of his eyes turned red as he tossed the Doc Ock variant through the portal. “Lyla, how long has the Spider been loose?”

“According to Byte, at least 2 minutes and counting,” Lyla nodded as she led them towards the other portal. “She also narrowed down which dimension it went to. Earth-1218.”

“1218? Isn’t that–?” Peter B.’s eyes widened as he looked over towards Miguel.

“The dimension where the laws of nature and physics are so pure to the point where superpowered humans aren’t supposed to exist?” Miguel chimed in, glaring seriously at the man as his mind raced with any possible scenarios that could happen. 

“I was gonna say the dimension where we’re all comic book and movie characters, but that part seems more important,” Peter B nodded as he looked back towards the portal, “I’ll be quiet now,” 

“Lyla, tell Jess she’s in charge until we get back,” Miguel explained as his mask materialized back on his face. “Either with the Spider, or it’s chosen target,” 

“What’s the magic word?” Lyla teased Miguel and Peter B. as they jumped through the portal. 

“Ugh, please, Lyla?” Miguel groaned. 

“Already texted her,” She winked, “But thank you for remembering your manners,”

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“Great orientation everyone! We’ll see you all at the same time next week,” The dancing coach saw each of us as each of the dancers left the studio. 

I breathed heavily, catching my breath as I wiped some sweat off my forehead. I grabbed a towel, using it to clean myself off as I looked into a giant mirror, pulling back the hair tie around my brown hair, allowing the strands to fall past my shoulders. 

“You killed it!” I whispered to myself.

Despite the early wake up to get on a flight to New York City and dance in the matter of mere hours was a rollercoaster. I thought I would collapse if it wasn’t for the fact that I had been training for this moment for months. 

“Ms. Kendrick?” I turned to see the dance coach walking towards me. “I was fairly impressed by your performance today. I’m expecting great things from you,”

“Thanks coach, I’ll try not to let you and the team down,” I grinned. 

“I like your commitment, kid. Not everyday do I have someone catch a last minute flight from another country just to be here on such short notice,” She smiled, arms crossed over her chest. “Toronto, right? Canada?”

“It was only a 2 hour flight, I’ll survive,” I chuckled. 

You were on the waiting list for a condo near the studio, not expecting to be here for at least another month or so, but a last minute audition came through and next thing I knew, I was on a flight to New York earlier than planned. I was hiding out at a hotel until it was ready before I could call ahead for my things to come in. The company owned by the studio was kind enough to accommodate my first two weeks of the hotel stay. 

“Well then, get some rest, Lisa,” She smiled, “I have to get ready for another class, so I’m politely kicking you out now,” 

“Oh! No worries, I’ll grab my stuff and get out of your hair,” 

I gathered my belongings in my duffel bag and made my way outside. I could tell by the sweat alone I desperately needed a shower. Not wanting to overstay my welcome any more than the coach wanted me to, I opted to head back to the hotel instead of going to the locker room showers. 

It was pouring rain when I stepped outside. I muttered a curse under my breath, knowing that I’d get soaked easily. There wasn’t much cover I could use if I tried to run for it, and the hotel was a good few blocks away. Not to mention my leg muscles were begging me for a break. 

I brought out my phone, unlocking it to a Spider-Man themed widget screen as I pulled up the Uber app and called for a car. As I waited, I took cover under an overhead sign, plugging in my headphones as I listened to some music, softly muttering along to the lyrics. 

I never noticed something grace down from above my shoulder, gently pricking the fabric of my hoodie as it crawled down my arm. Only when I noticed something touch my skin, I looked down and before I could even scream, a large spider took a bite of me and it was if I felt my whole world destabilize as I screamed.

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Could you write a fic where the reader is Stark’s daughter and he catches her and Peter fooling around in her room/main room whilst they think he is out?

caught in a web of kisses

pairings: peter parker x f!reader, tony stark x daughter!reader

brief: (requested!) misunderstandings and compromising situations with peter lead to a whole of cackling and screaming throughout the stark tower compound. a brief look into the life of y/n stark and your struggles with your stupidly overprotective dad and chaotically cute boyfriend.

tags: humour. fluff. borderline crack fic. "enemies" to lover. established relationship.

a/n: thank you so much for requesting! i appreciate it :) it always makes fills me with so much joy to know someone seeks out my writing <3

requests are open!

wc: 1.4k

Perhaps it wasn't your smartest idea to pretend to absolutely despise your father's intern in front of your parents and the Avengers but . . . well- how could you possibly resist yourself when it was so much fun sharing sneaky, mischievous smiles with Peter as you both shot teasing glares across the room to maintain your appearance as rivals?

Plus, it was just a little prank to keep your relationship with Peter, as well as the days spent at the compound, more interesting. If anything, you and Peter were single handedly entertaining the entirety of Avengers with your debates and arguments. You were fairly sure they had bets going on about the two of you. It was harmless, really.

And it wasn't like you were going to keep it from them forever! You would tell them . . . eventually. You just- hadn't thought anyone would find out like this. With you and Peter in such a . . . compromising situation?

You almost let out a small groan of exhaustion as you sunk into the unnecessarily large couch your dad had purchased for the lounge, melting into Peter's side as you fiddled with the remote to lower the lights and dim the windows. Pouting at the sliver of light that still managed to peek through the sunroof, you let out the smallest huff as you closed that as well before turning to take a glance at your boyfriend.

He let out a small yawn before shifting with your attention on him, cuddling into you tighter as he murmured, "You sure no one will be back for another 2 hours? 'Cause I swear if we get caught because you wanted to take a nap on the couch, I will never let you live this down."

Snuggling deeper into the blanket you'd draped over the two of you, you couldn't help but let out the smallest breathless laugh as you responded, "That's if they don't kill you first."

"Hey!" Peter quipped, voice growing the tiniest bit slurred as the nap you promised him began to look awfully tempting, "I'll have you know that I think your dad and also everyone else is quite fond of me, alright?"

You couldn't help but let out a snort as you mocked, pretending to push up fake glasses on the bridge of your nose as you raised the pitch of your voice, "I'll have you know-"

The gentle whack you got on your arm made you stop mid-sentence as you giggled, answering your boyfriend more seriously, "Everyone's schedule says they have stuff going on until at least 6:00, unless they were all just to magically-"

"What happened to, "God dad, if I have to see your stupid intern's face one more time, you're going to have to hold me back from stealing your repulsors and pulverizing the shit out of him?""

You're entire body pauses as you feel Peter tense in your arms, the both of you wincing in sync as you slowly, cautiously, turn your head around to face your dad, voice dragging out as you say nervously, "Uhm...so you see-".

Peter's bewilderment is audible as his head snaps to you, eyes furrowed in confused amusement as he hisses, "Why the fuck are you starting to quote Dhar Mann right now?"

"Peter", your dad interrupts, tone much too pleasant for the situation at hand and consequently sending both your spines into automatically locking up straight as you await his next move, fight or flight instincts activated, "You have 3 seconds to run."

"Mr. Stark, we can talk about this-"

"3 . . ."

"Oh shit!", your boyfriend scrambles, legs tangling into themselves and the blanket in his attempts to get free and run as he presses a ragged kiss to your forehead while declaring muffled through his panicked breath, "If I don't make it out of this alive, just know I wanted you to have my babies and be Y/N Parker-Stark."

The confession sends a surprised wheeze to rack through your body as you see him begin to take down the hallway, sparing a glance over his shoulder at you and your dad before maneuvering himself onto the ceiling and into the vents.

Your eyes tearing up from laughter, you try to speak through your immobilizing giggles as you address your dad, "Dad, father dearest, please- come on- spare him-" "2 . . ." "Dad! C'mon- you have to admit . . . from a completely scientific and objective lens with zero romantic emotions taken into account, considering all the teenage boys out there, Peter is definitely one of the better choices", you tried to level, summoning the critically-acclaimed award winning Y/N Stark inside of you and not the moderately concerned girlfriend worried that her boyfriend's cause of death may in fact be the same repulsors Peter had helped your father tweak in the lab earlier today. How unfortunately ironic. Shuffling over, albeit a bit awkwardly, to where your dad stood, you cautiously peered closer at his profile, trying your best to assess exactly how much trouble you were in. You knew deep down, he truly wasn't all that upset, though, maybe a bit grumpy about having been kept out of the loop for this long. In fact, you were positively confident he was quite happy with who you had chosen. Despite all of his teasing and successfully accomplished fatherly duties of bullying the both of you, it was stupidly evident how much he cared for Peter like a son. Not just anyone was allowed to intern for the Tony Stark, after all.

Lost in thought, you couldn't help but yelp slightly and flinch into your father's side as a muffled voice echoed down from the ceiling, cooing, "Aww Y/N, you really mean that?"

Cursing at your boyfriend's surprising lack of self preservation skills taking into consideration his literal job and particular set of talents, you glared upwards. Hoping your disappointment at his lack of distance somehow radiated through the insulated plaster, you deadpanned, "No, I was just playing. I wish I'd gotten with Harley."

"What?!" squeaked Peter, like a little vent rat, his offended gasp echoing in time with your dad's final countdown.

Giggling once again at Peter's frightened scuttling at the realization that he was out of time, you quickly reached to grip at your dad's suit clad bicep before he could make a motion to call at the Iron Man suit, your voice taking on a more serious tone as you asked softly, his opinion and approval still highly valuable to you, "You're ok with me and Peter dating though? Genuinely?"

The twitch of his signature smirk on the corner of his lips and the nodding glint in his eyes sent a happy thrill through your heart, instinctively grinning wide as you squealed and rushed to give him a tight hug, speaking through a stifled smile into his chest, "Ok, you have my consent to go squish my little spider now. Please don't bring him back to me flattened or burnt- I quite like how he is now." Your father's wrinkled nose and vocal sound of disgust at how you'd addressed his intern sent you into another fit of laughter as he spoke, "Ground rules since I know the kid's out of his freaky super-hearing range. One, ew. Never address him like that again, I might vomit. Two, if I see the two of you touch, I am immediately invoking a 50 year social-distancing ban between the two of you. 6 feet and everything. I'll throw in permanent masks if I ever catch you two kissing. Three, . . . no promises."

"In response- One, . . . no promises. Two, you don't want spider grandbabies crawling up the walls? All I'm hearing is that we can't get caught. Three, I'll tell mom", you grinned pulling back, your gaze filled with amusement and the look of humoured adoration you often had reserved specifically for your dad as he let out a little whine in complaint at your threat of telling Pepper.

It would just be a little rough up. You know, the classic "hurt my daughter and you're dead" speech. And Peter was Spider-Man! He'd be fine . . . probably.

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[erule]

Twice

Pairing: Peter Parker x Fem!Stark!reader

Summary: you and Peter have been rivals for a lot of time, until one day everything changes. But it’s the same old story: you love him, he loves you, then you die and he doesn’t have the chance confess his endless love for you. Or is it?

Warnings: spoilers from Avengers: Endgame, reader is Tony’s daughter, Peter and reader are 18+ here, fluff, a lot of angst, enemies to friends to lovers, happy ending though

Word count: 2084

A/N: Hi! I just wanted to write something after a long time. Hope you like it. Let me know what you think in the comments, if you want 

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Twice.

I believe that things in life happen twice, like getting a job offer or falling in love. For instance, I fell in love twice. The first one was in high school, with my classmate, but he didn’t want me. The second one was with Peter, but he didn’t want me either. I guess that some things never change. Sometimes, if you’re very lucky, things can also happen thrice, but it’s rare that some trains pass in front of you. This kind of fortune never really occurred to me, that’s why I still think that things in life happen twice. When you don’t understand the occasion, it comes along again for you to see it and finally take it. Maybe that’s why I died twice.

But let’s go back to the beginning, shall we?

Did it never happen to you to die in a metaphorical way? Like when you feel a pain in your heart that doesn’t go away, a deaf heavy brick onto your chest. So you try to breathe, but every rib hurts when you try to do so. Well, this happened to me when Peter told me that he kissed MJ. I was his best friend, I should have been happy for him, but I couldn’t. The reason is obvious: I was in love with him. Common, right? You’re probably thinking that. Our friendship didn’t begin like that, though. We were rivals at first, even enemies sometimes, because my dad preferred to work with him and not with me. I mean, I had Morgan, my younger sister, but it wasn’t enough for me. I needed him to actually see me. Now I regret it. Anyway, before we grew closer, I couldn’t stand Peter and he couldn’t stand me. We used to bicker all the time, until one night. One single night. 

“Hi”, I said.

It changed my entire life.

“Hey”.

“What’s up?”

“I’m just hungry”, he replied, while looking into the fridge.

“Wanna know a secret?” I asked him. He turned in order to look at me. There was a spark of genuine curiosity in his gaze, but I was staring at his half smile on his face, a ghost of something that he didn’t use with me.

“Shoot”.

“The best food is not in the kitchen,” I replied. “It’s actually in my room”.

He grinned at me.

“Wow Y/N, I didn’t know you were this naughty. I thought you hated me. Turns out you just wanted something from me”.

I laughed out loud.

“You’re mistaken, Spidey. I just wanted to be kind, but turns out you’re a jerk. Goodnight, I’m gonna eat my marshmallows alone”.

“Wait, are you for real? True marshmallows? I’m coming,” he said and I smiled at him, truly happy. I didn’t have many friends at school, so I was glad to finally have somebody to hang out with, even if it was my rival.

Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t hate Peter, I just wanted my dad’s love, that’s all. Besides, it was impossible to hate Peter: he was the light when everybody came into the room. He made everybody comfortable and he reassured who needed a kind word. I admired him. Today I wouldn’t have treated him like that.

“I actually have one request,” I said, when he sat on my bed, while looking around.

“I knew it”.

“Spidey-sense?”

“No, I just know you, I guess,” he said and I felt a knot in my stomach. “Anyway, anything for you. I’m so hungry!”

“What if I’d ask you something terrible?” I asked him, while giving him some marshmallows on a plate. “What if you were wrong?” 

Maybe I wasn’t talking about him, but about myself. I was so concerned not to be Tony Stark’s perfect daughter, that somehow I acted like that just so people could be right about me. Maybe I was just worried to be an evil person.

But he shrugged. Peter ate a marshmallow, looked straight into my eyes and said: “You’re not what you think you are, Y/N. Trust me, I would know”.

“Because you know me?”

“No, because of my Spidey-sense, you silly little girl,” he said and I chuckled. Then, his face became so serious it almost scared me. “You know, Ned warned me about you once”.

“Oh, really? Why?” I asked, while sitting next to him.

“He said that you’re trouble”.

“Trouble?”

“Yeah, like staring directly at the Sun. It’s kinda dope, though. You’re more like the Moon, but still. The Moon is so pretty and strong”.

“Strong? Why?”

“Yeah, because it takes courage to stay in the sky without anybody in the dark”.

“Oh, well, but the Moon has the stars. They’re like soldiers: they protect her”.

Peter looked at me while eating another marshmallow, as if he was really thinking about what I said, then he nodded.

“I agree. I can be your star,” he said. “I’ll protect you. From now on, we’re friends,” he stated. 

I smiled at him.

“Thanks, friend”.

“You’re welcome,” he said. “Oh, what did you wanna ask me?”

I didn’t actually have anything to ask him. Maybe I just wanted some accompany that night, because I couldn’t sleep either. His words changed me, though. I wanted to return the favor in some way.

“One day, I’m gonna ask you to promise me something and you’ll have to keep your word”.

He brought a hand to his heart and swore to do so.

“Okay”.

And that was the night I fell in love with Peter Parker. 

Some years after that, when we were at university, he broke my heart when he told me he kissed MJ. 

“Why do I feel like you’re not happy about it?” He asked me. 

How do you explain to somebody that you’re drowning in your own thought? In your own blood, in your own bones. It’s like you’re disappearing, but you really don’t. You just wish you could.

“Because I don’t really like her”.

“You’re kinda the same person, actually,” he said and it really hurt me.

“What?”

“No, wait, I didn’t mean to…”

“If you think that you can replace me with her, you can do it. It’s fine,” I said, shutting the door behind me.

“Y/N! I didn’t mean to say that! I just wanted… I just… I don’t know,” he sighed, then I heard him sitting on the floor, his back on the door and his breath so distant from my skin. He stayed silent for a couple of minutes, that’s why I thought he went away. I could still hear his heartbeat through the door though, since I was with my back on it like him. “You’re irreplaceable, to me. I just wanted to say that you’re similar to MJ, that’s it. You’re two black cats. I’m sorry”.

I remained silent for some time, then I sighed: it was impossible to stay angry at him for more than two minutes straight.

“That makes you a golden retriever, then?” I asked and he chuckled.

“I guess so”.

I wanted to tell him. I wanted to tell him that I was in love with him then and that I had been for years, but the words wouldn’t come up to my mouth. Besides, he was in love with someone else. We were just friends and it had to be enough for me.

“Hey, Peter?”

“Yes, Y/N?”

“I learned that stars that shine the brightest do that because they’re dying. I shouldn’t do that”.

“Do what? Shine?”

“Die,” I said. “You’re not allowed to die. Okay?”

“Okay”.

I didn’t know it then, but I’d have been the one to die.

Thanos was… a lot of things. And Peter was a lot of things to me. So when I had to choose what to do, it was simple. My Dad didn’t want me to be there, but I was on the battlefield. I saw people fight, die give everything they could. It was terrific. But I was there to protect Peter, because I knew that he couldn’t do that alone, despite him being so strong all the time. Because he was like me. 

“Y/N?” He shouted, when he saw me. He was surprised and scared at the same time. “You shouldn’t be here!” 

“I should!” I said, while I was fighting with one of Thanos’ soldiers.

“If anything happens to you, I swear…”

“Nothing will happen!” I said, while he was winning against some soldier.

“Mr. Stark will be very disappointed!”

Yes, he was.

“He’ll understand!”

No, he didn’t.

“Why are you here?” Peter asked me, while he was close enough to put his hands on my shoulders. I had an armor, but it was useless when he looked into my eyes. I melted like a silly little girl.

“You know why,” I said and I prayed that he understood it. My heart clenched.

He gulped.

“I don’t”.

“You shine brighter than me. I can’t allow you to die,” I replied.

“This doesn’t make any sense, Y/N. I won’t leave you here. I’ll take you home”.

“You will,” I said. “You have to. You promised. Don’t follow me. You have to keep your word, remember? If Thanos kills me…”

“No, Y/N, no…”

“If Thanos kills me,” I continued, “you won’t look for revenge. Is it clear?”

“Y/N…”

“Is it clear?” I repeated, determined. He nodded. “Good”.

You’re asking yourself how I knew that, right? Well, I didn’t. But I knew Peter. I knew that he would have followed me anywhere, because I would have done that too. 

Then, everything happened all at once. My Dad saw me from the distance. He called out my name, but I didn’t hear him. I was disappearing. Peter looked at me in disbelief, too astonished to talk. That was me dying twice. 

“Remember me,” I said, while trying to hug him, but it was like my muscles were too tired to even embrace him. I was slowly falling asleep.

“Y/N? Y/N?” He called. “I love you! I love you!” He screamed, his voice a desperate heartbreak into the air. “I love you!”

When my dad reached out to him, it was already too late for me. 

***

When Peter came back from the cemetery, he didn’t expect to see Tony Stark at his university, after five years. He knew that Y/N came to the battle just to protect Peter, so he hated him because if his eldest daughter died was his fault. But now he knew what to do in order to bring her back and he needed his help to do it. 

“Mr. Stark,” Peter said, surprised. “I didn’t expect to see you here”.

“It’s her death anniversary, I know, but I had other things to do,” he said. “I know how to bring her back, Peter, but I need you to come with me”.

Peter shaked his head.

“I don’t understand: I thought that you hated me”.

“Y/N always said that nobody could really hate you and she was right”.

Peter smiled at him, his lips trembling.

“I broke up with MJ the day before the battle. I wanted to tell her, but I never got the chance. I thought that she didn’t want me”.

Tony put a hand on his shoulder, a warm smile on his face.

“There’s not a world in which she doesn’t want you, I fear”.

That being said, they were coming back to the past with the other Avengers in order to save Y/N and the people who had died because of Thanos. Tony was the first one to see Y/N coming back from the dead.

“Peter!” He called.

Peter turned and he saw Y/N. It was like coming back from a dream. She was finally back into his arms and he wouldn’t have let her go, this time. He dipped his nose into the crook of her neck and inhaled her scent. It was so real it made his heart ache. If he could have exchanged his place with her in all those years, he would have done so. He would have done anything to make her live a normal life. Being without her meant not living, but barely floating on the surface.

“I’m in love with you,” he said. “I’ve been for most of my life, actually. Since that night we ate the marshmallows together”.

He saw her bring her hands on her heart, tilting her head with tears in her eyes.

“And you’re my light, Peter. You always have been”.

Then he hugged her again and it felt like coming home.  

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¹ YOUR ARTISTIC SKATING PARTNER: (childhoodfriends to lovers + no spiderman) miles has been the one who taught you to skate. he's got you to try many of his new interests and hobbies throughout the years of your friendship. you got a new board and decided it needs some new art, that's where your best friend comes in.

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 ✧ — miguel ohara:

¹ THE CHILD YOUR BABYSITTING'S OVERWORKED DAD: (parent!miguel x babysitter!user) you are the babysitter of your local superhero, spiderman─ not that you knew that. it was rare that the child's father, miguel, was ever home. often out doing god knows what, but one night he finally has time to join the two of you for dinner.

² YOUR HUSBAND'S ASSIGNMENT ALMOST GETS YOU KILLED: (heavy angst + implied gore) your husband underestimate and anomaly, sending you after it without fully understanding its power. he's the first to respond when things go south, though that still may not be fast enough.

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Paris to Tokyo

pairing: college!Peter Parker x Reader: 18+; academic rivals to lovers

word count: 5K

warnings: smut; slight angst; unpotected sex

summary: You start your new life at college, expecting it to be the most exciting time of your life, only to be met with Peter Parker, who decided to dedicate his free time to making your life a living hell

a/n: I've been dying to write an enemies to lovers type of fic, it's also my first time writing anything with suggestive content in it, so bear with me please. The heading is the most random thing I could come up with I'm sorry

College was the place you were looking forward to the most since you graduated high school. It was supposed to be a place where you met people with similar interest, went out with them to have fun and engage in intellectual converstaions. And it was exactly like that, for the most part. Growing up as a natuarally intelligent kid had you been putting little to no effort in school and always got you good grades. This quickly escalated into you trying a bit harder with each test and striving for more academic validation. At some point you even managed to become the best student in your class. But sitting hours on end on a desk and studying was still something very foreign to you. Sure, you would revise from time to time on topics that were harder to remember or things you couldn't recall from class, but it never went further than that. And maybe a degree in Biophysic was not the wisest idea given that backgroung. So, when college came around and you started the new classes on topics your common knowledge could barely help you keep up with, things went downhill very fast. For the first time you were faced with faliure, hard work and putting hours on end to study. It felt like everyone around you was more knowledgeable, more prepared, more educated on literally any topic that was discussed in and outside of class. Being at the bottom of the academic foodchain was mildy infuriating, to say the least.

And after the first few months of sleepless nights, filling up all of the holes so you could catch up to speed, you finally did it, and it felt more rewarding than anything else. This assisted you into making casual conversations with so many people from your different classes, one of them even inviting you to a study group that had been going on for months. You happily agreed to that idea, thinking it would be the best way to keep up with everyone in the class, not only academically but socically as well.

The day of the study group finally arrived on what seemed like the most normal, yet the most exciting Tuesday. They added you to a groupchat, everyone texting back and forth until all of you had agreed to go grab a coffee before heading to the library. You had tried your best to look presentable for this study date, putting on some white wide-leg dress pants and a neat navy blue t-shit that hugged your body very well. You hair was in a sleek bun, having a white buttonup because the weather was slightly chilly. Almost everyone had arrived there on time, which took you by surprise since you were used to being the only one being on time. After the cheerful greeting and formally learning everyone's names, you went inside and grabbed a coffee, returning to them promptly. You stood by the door, since the group had formed a circle around the entrance of the small shop.

"Was I the last one?" You asked concerned, looking around and counting the people.

"Actually, we're waiting for Peter" Someone said, everyone giggling softly and shaking their head.

"Who's Peter?" You asked, and as soon as you did, you felt something push againt your shoulder, sending you a step forward so you wouldn't come crashing down from losing your balance.

"I'M SO SORRY" you heard from behind you, turning around to see a boy with a worried expression on his face, paper cup in his hand. He was handsome, hair pushed back, warm eyes and nervous smile, leather jacked over a black t-shirt.

"That's Peter" someone stated, pulling you out of your trance. Peter chuckled, moving past you and motioning for everyone to go, since he was the one you all had been waiting for.

On the walk there you kept staring at the back of Peter's head, annoyed that he pushed you with the door, frusrated because he didn't even bother to introduce himself to you. Not that he really had to, you already knew well enough who he was. The guy who always came in rushing because he was late, somehow still managed to sit directly in front of you, blocking your view, no matter where you sat. He was the guy that would beat you to every question, the one who would always have the best grade on the tests. He leaned way too back in his seat, back pressed to your desk, pushing it, as you would try to keep up with writing everything down. And he would always ask you for a pen, every single time.

The study room was spacious and bright, it had a big round table for everyone to sit at, as well as two whiteboards and plenty or outlests for chargers and what not. It looked like the perfect place to study with a large group, excluding the fact Peter was there as well. You all took random seats around the table, Parker sitting across from you, almost as if it were on purpose. You held back an eye roll when he smiled at you cockily, making you look away and take out your laptop and notebook from your bag. The screen managed to block out most of Peter's face if you sink into your seat low enough. The conversation in the room flowed naturally, it was so interesting and engaging and you were having a blast speaking to these people. Soon enough all of you had solved the first homework questions, you quickly grabbing a pen and writing it down in your notebook. As you were in the middle of writing, an outside force closed your laptop. Your eyes looked at the laptop, seeing a pale male hand, fingers spread. You stared at it for a few seconds, noticing how pretty the hand actually was, long and straight fingers, follwed by a slim wrist and a muscular forearm. Your gaze trailed the hand up to Peter's face, looking into his eyes with annoyance already.

"Hey, do you-" before he even managed to finished his sentence, you had taken out a pen from your pencil case and placed it on your laptop, next to his hand.

"Thank you" he muttered, you not even looking back at him. This routine, as much as it was annoying, gave you some kind of comfort as well.

"How come you never have a pen with you?" You asked after a while, your curiosity getting the better of you.

"Oh, well actually I do have one, it's easier to just use yours"

''Unbelieveble"

"Come on, like you would ever need a second pen for anything"

You hovered over the table and grabbed the pen from his hand in a swift motion, he looked a bit taken a back, as well as the few people following your interaction.

"Actually, I need it now" you said, putting the one you were using away and continuing your writing with the one you just got back from him.

"You're being unbelieveble now" He said slightly irritated, reaching to get his won pen from his backpack.

"The two of you, cut it out, you're acting like children!" someone shushed you, making you blush when you realised it wasn't just you and the curly-haired boy in the room.

You gulped softly, mummbling a sorry to everyone as you kept writing down.

"Us cut it out? She was the one acting like a child, making a big deal out of a pen!" Peter whined and complained, starting to write down things in his notebook after he got a few angry glares from other people.

Around the time the group got to the third and final question for the homework you were feeling confident enough to try to contribute to the assignment.

"So you're basically saying that principle of hemodialysis is the same as other methods of dialysis - it involves diffusion of solutes across a semipermeable membrane?" you asked, as you were brainstorming through the question.

"Oh come on, y/n, this is the easiest question so far!'' Peter said, leaning froward, his arms crossed in front of his chest. Ever since the pen situation, he's been worse than ever before, taking every opportunity to show of how much smarter he was, followed by a cocky smirk.

"Intermittent dialysis therapy is used in chronic uremia to re-establish body water solute concentrations that cannot be achieved by the natural organ. In this sense, the dialyzer becomes an artificial kidney and it is through the transport of substances by this device that chemical and biophysical control consistent with continued survival is achieved." He explained, solving the question for you.

"She had it figured out, you could have let her be" Someone you didn't remember the name of said to him, making Peter's head turn in that direction.

"She obviously didn't, keep in mind her highest grade is my lowest" He snapped back.

You could feel the tension in the atmosphere thicken with each second, things were about to escalate very quickly. His words stung a bit and you felt something like a ball stuck in your throat after he said them. He didn't know how much work you had put in and he was incosiderate enough to just assume the worst of you. Before things managed to get any further, or worse, out of control, you slammed your thick notebook shut.

"Since Peter was kind enough to solve the last question, I think I'm going to call it a night" you said, fighting back the tears. Your voice gave you away as it wa slightly shaky, earning a few sympatheric looks.

You shoved your things in the bag as quickly as you as possible and walked out, trying to get as far away as possible. You were trying not to break down the whole walk back to your dorm, bitting your lip, brushing away some stray tears that ran down your cheeks with your sleeve. You were mentally blaming yourself for everything, for not walking fast enough, for not knowing enough, for deciding to join the study group, for even deciding on this degree to begin with. By the time you made it to your room, your phone was already blown up by text messages from Natalie, the person who originally invited you. She was a small blonde, blue-eyed beauty that was just as smart as she was pretty. You could bet on your own life that she was class president and the prom queen in high school. She was more than kind to you this whole time and her text messages suggested that she was worried about you too. With a quick click you deleted all the messages from your notification centre and threw the phone on your bed, followed by your bag. Hot tears ran down your face, breathing heavily as you were preactically sobbing at this point. You sat down on the floor, not being able to hold in the frustrstion anymore as you finally broke down, letting all of the shame, pain and anger flow out of your system through your tears.

A couple of hours had gone by, your tears were dried up on your face and neck as you lay on the floor and stared at the ceiling. Your phone kept buzzing from time to time and you finally gathered the emotional strenght to reply to the messages. Sitting on the bed, you unlocked the device and scrolled through the unred chats. The groupchat had sent the written solutions for the questions. Natalie had probably sent you 20 messages apologising and asking if you were okay. The guy who defended you had also sent you a message. His name was Brad and he looked like any normal person did. You texted him first, thanking him for standing up for you even though he did not need to do that. After him it was Natalie, who called you immediately after you hit send to reply to her first message. You picked up hesitantly, since you knew your voice was definitely going to sound like you had been crying.

"I am so sorry for everything! If I knew you and Peter were on bad terms I wouldn't have done this to you" She immediately spat out

"It's okay, I we aren't on bad terms, well... weren't"

"Have you been crying?"

"No..."

"I'm really sorry! I spoke to him after the whole thing, he's usually nothing like this! He himself couldn't explain why he acted like this"

"Nat, I really, really don't care"

"He said he wanted to make it up to you! He asked me himself for your number and your dorm room!"

"Please tell me you didn't give him any of that information"

"Well..."

"Oh my god now he knows where I live" you whined, bringing your knees up to your chest and hugging them.

"He wanted to apologise! He looked very sincere and worried"

"Yes, all the psychopaths do, that's why they're so hard to recognize!"

"I'm sure he wouldn't just show up at your door trying to make amends, you'll be fine, plus he's a really cool dude, give him a chance to prove he's not an asshole"

"He had his chance, it was today"

After you two said your goodbyes and hung up, you deicided it was finally time to take a relaxing shower. As you walked out, you heard a knock on your door. Still wrapped in a towel, one hand holding it in place, you opened the door to a Peter Parker, leaning on the doorframe. You blinked a few times rapidly, trying to process what you were seeing.

"Why are you here?" You asked, after carefully calculating your tone and your words

"You weren't picking up your phone" he replied, trying to step a foot inside. You blocked his action with the door.

"I didn't say you could come in"

"Can I come in then?"

"No, good night Parker" With that you tried closing the door on him but he grabbed it, not letting you close it.

"Look, I'm here to apologise for what I said earlier. You don't have to forgive me"

"And I don't, go Peter"

He looked shatter at your words looking into his brown eyes, you almost felt sympathy for him, like he really did feel sorry about what he did. Despite that, you kept your composure, looking at him with all the resentmet you had for him, a sigh leaving his lips as he let go of the door. He didn't need superpowers to know he fucked up, so he left. And you on the other hand, were more devistated than before, but your ego was bruised and your self-esteem ruined. The only person, no matter how annoying, you didn't want to think less of you, thought less of you. Yes, it was good that he wanted to apologise but this was not going to undo his words and the image he obviously had. You didn't even know if the apology really was his idea or was forced on him by the others in the group. You shook you head, dismissing the thoughts as you got ready to sleep. Sleep always helped with heavy emotions and you hoped you would feel better in the morning.

A few weeks went by and you still refused to forgive Peter for what he said. In your heart, you knew he was really sorry at this point but you enjoyed his suffering as you roasted him slowly on low heat. He tried all the cliché ways, buying flowers, chocolates, stuffed animals, buying you coffee before every study date. Your neighbours were convinced that the two of you were dating and would always ask about him when you gathered in one of the rooms to eat together or drink. You denied that but they rolled their eyes and never believed. In the mean time Brad tried to get closer to you, even inviting you on a date. You accepted hesitantly, since your heart seemed to be someplace else, liking all of the effort and attention from Parker more than it should. You told Natalie about the date, the two of you had become very close, spending a lot of time together, which often resulted in Brad and Peter tagging along. To say the boys were not getting along would be an understatement. Eyes throwing daggers at each other with every glance, snarky, rude comments were exchanged back and forth. But when you told the pretty blonde about Brad, she was more than excited about it finally happening . She would go on and on about how she knew he liked you ever since the first study session you had together and how he had a very heated fight with Peter after you left. You were grateful for him and what he did, and somehow it still felt wrong to be going out with him.

The night of the date had arrived and you were almost ready, putting in your earrings as you heard a knock on your door. You took a quick look in the full lenght mirror, fixing the long black dress you were wearing. It had a long slit on the left side, exposing your leg, no sleeves and a turtle neck. You had tied your hair in a ponytail, so your light make up would be more visible in the muffled evening lights of wherever he was planning to take you. You opened the door, still not wearing your chunky leather boots but just stockings.

"I thought we were going to meet in front of the library" you said as you opened the door but to your sursprise, someone else was standing there.

"You're not going on that date" Peter said firmly, almost as a command

"You're the last person that's going to tell me what to do" You snapped back at him "Why are you here Parker?"

He walked inside, closing the door behind himself. Peter seemed slightly distressed, looking you up and down with a dark expression.

"Do you really hate me that much?" he asked, leaning his back against the door, his arms behind him as he looked down at his feet. "Or do you just want to hurt me by going out with the guy I like least? Like really? All the guys are in your feet and you decide to go out with Brad, and look as gorgeous as this."

You could hear the annoyance and sadness in his voice, a bit taken a back from all of the things he just said to you. He just loved doing that, didn't he? Saying the most obnoxious things to make you feel bad about yourself.

"Wait, what?" was all you managed to say, taking a few steps back until your butt pressed agains your desk, making you stop. Books and make up palletes were scattred on it. Peter looked up at you, smiling weakly.

"I've liked you, this whole time" he confessed, staring directly into your eyes "Please, don't go on that date"

"Make me" you said faintly, surprised by how you almost whispered it. There was no way he could have heard that. But somehow he did, taking a few rapid steps towards and wrapping an arm around your waist.

"I'll make you forget everyone else but me" he whispered in your ear.

Feeling his hot breath near your face made your heart beat faster, one of your hands resting against his upper arm, looking up into his eyes. You were having a hard time processing what was actually happening, a sudden fear it was one of his games to make fun of you. You tried pushing him away after the realization, but his grip on your waist tightened.

"I'm serious, y/n" he said "I've liked you since I saw you, and I would make everyone sit away from you so I could be near, I would ask you for a pen so I could talk to you. And I tried to show off because I wanted to impress you, I wanted you to think I'm smarter so you could ask me for help in class."

For some reason you believed him, nodding lightly to let him know that. He lifted you up with one arm, sitting you on top of the desk. You were having a hard time vocalizing what you were feeling but you didn't want him to feel awkward because of your silence. Your arms wrapped around his neck, his hand falling on your exposed leg. You looked down at where his hand was, your skin burning with desire to be touched by him more. Your eyes met his again, his filled with hopefullness and lust. He got closer, titling his head to the side and he kissed you softly and sweetly. You returned the kiss, hands cupping his face and bringing him closer to you. Peter deepened the kiss, turning it in a heated make out session as one of his hands romed around your leg, going up your dress so he could touch more of you and the other one placed on the small of your back, pulling you closer to him. You spread your legs, pulling him by the belt so he could position himself between them, your hands going to his hair and playing with his messy curls as your lips and tongues danced against each other. After what seemed like a forever of heated, hungry kisses and filty touching, you broke the kiss so you could catch your breath. You panted havily, chest rising up and down rapidly. Peter pressed his forehead against yours, both of you closing your eyes to collect yourselves.

"Should I at lest text Brad and tell him I'm not going?"

"Well, there goes my hard on"

You hit his chest lightly, both of you giggling at his stupid joke. He looked around, noticing your phone that was charging on the bed, moving away from you to grab it and hand it to you. You unlocked the phone trying to find your chat with Brad while Peter found his previous position, viciously attacking your jaw and neck with kisses. You tried your best to be concentrated and write a normal message, but made a few spelling mistakes nonetheless. Peter nibbled on your neck, which earned him a slight flinch from your side.

“Peter, please, we’re not 16, no hikeys”

He ignored your words, continuing his act the way he had planned it, kissing, licking and sucking on your soft skin while you begged him to stop. His hands were all over your body once again, touching everything that was exposed to him, one hand travelling further up your leg than before, almost landing on your ass but hesitantly stopping. You noticed his uncertainly, pressing your cheek against his so you could whisper in his ear.

“Don’t stop now, Peter” you breathed in his ear, your own hands exploring his body.

He didn’t waste a second after that, grabbing your butt in his hand and pressing his lips against yours. Your hands moved under his shirt, touching his toned stomach. Your were quite shocked to what your fingertips were pressed up against, not expecting him to be as muscular as he actually was. You knew he worked out because you had seen his toned arms in a t-shirt too many times for your own good, but you were definitely not expecting that. Hands quickly slipped him out of his jacket, reaching to pull up his shirt in the heat of the moment but he stopped you, moving slightly away. Your lipstick was smudged all over his mouth and it made you giggle.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” He asked you, his hands finding their way back to your waist. You nodded, undeniably longing for him and his touch, his presence.

“Good, because if we keep this up any longer, I probably won’t be able to hold back” Peter muttered, removing his shirt and tossing it on the floor before he pulled you in again, kissing you.

You took that as a signal that you had to get undressed as well, reaching for the hem of your dress pulling it up. He grabbed your hands when he noticed the act, stopping you from doing what you had planned so he could do it himself. Suddenly you felt the cold air from the room against your skin, along with Peter's warm hands, making you shiver. You undid his belt, helping him pull his pants down, breaking your kiss in the process. You laughed soflty at how he was jumping on one leg while he was trying to kick his pants off, shaking your head.

"What?" He asked

"Nothing, nothing, I'm really missing a date right now for you jumping on one leg to get out of your pants" you bursted out laughing, him joining you shortly after.

"No, it's going to get so much better, trust me" He stated, grabbing you and lifting you up, throwing you on the bed. You squeaked softly from his actions, not expecting it. Soon enough he had your hands pinned down with his, hovering over you. A soft gulp at the sight from you made him chuckle, kissing on your neck once again. He had already left a mark there, starting to suck on a second spot next it.

"Peter really! It's going to be so hard to cover them up" you whined, secretly enjoying his lips and teeth on your skin like this.

He looked at your face, smiling viciously at you.

"I just want people to know you had a good time"

"Yeah, with Brad? I was suppsed to be on a date with him" you teased him, chuckling softly. His expression changed suddenly, he seemed almost angry. His hands let go of your wrists, travelling down your skin as he reached the hem of your panties. His fingers played with the hem of them before slipping in under the thin fabric, the middle finger going between your folds. He could feel how wet you actually were, making him smirk with that cocky smile he had, looking into your eyes. You were holding back a small moan from his touch, looking at his pretty face.

"Can Brad make you this wet baby?" He asked.

You shook your head no, keeping eye contact with him. His middle finger started moving up and down tesing your clit before entering you slowly. This time you couldn't hold back and you moaned, closing your eyes. His smile remained present as he insedted a second finger inside of you, starting to move his hand teasingly slow. Your body squirming underneath him, he buried his face in the crook of your neck, rocking his hips against your leg while he fingered you. You could feel his erection through his boxers, making you even more needy than you already were.

"Parker" you moaned out softly, remembering your hands were actually free and you could move them, immediately attaching to his shoulders, which was the closest body part besides his head. He looked up at you after you called out for him, grabbing your face with his hand and kissing you.

"Peter" you moaned again against his lips, feeling his skin shiver from that. I never considered what effect you actually had on him. "Please, I want to feel you."

After you begged him, he wasted no time pulling your panties down, unressing himself as well. His arms spread your legs forcefully, positioning himself between them. You didn't really manage to follow everything he was doing because you were too eager yourself, pushing up against him in hopes to speed up the process. He pinned you down by the waist, shaking his head in disapproval at your actions. Peter didn't like it when you disobeyed him, even though it was the only thing you were good at doing. He lined himself up to you, teasing you lightly with his tip as a warning before he inserter himself inside, both of you moaning from the act. You felt something like actual electricity when he did that, making you breath heavy from the ecstacy. His hips moved rythmically, along with yours. He was still holding you by the waist, standing on his knees while he fucked into you. You moved your leg up on his shoulder, making him smile and kiss it, one of his hands running up and down it while both of you looked into echother's eyes. You enjoyed the view, so much, his naked toned body, his messy hair, that gorgeous face, your leg on his shoulder while he moved. It was hypnotysing, breathtaking, made your legs shake alone. He could feel you tighthen up around him, making him laugh softly.

"So soon?" he asked, noticing how you started squrming more than in the beginning, legs shaking from time to time, moans becoming more freaquent

"Peter, I'm really close" you managed to say, hands gripping on the sheets around you. His grip on your waist taightened as he went faster and deeper, making you whines more prominent than before. You walls started clenching around him, feeling yourself already starting to cum on him. He placed a hand on your lower stomach, applying slight pressure on it which really sent you over the edge, whole body shaking, heavy breathing and moaning uncontrolablly. He had to hold you down while you came, leaning forward and pecking your lips after you calmed down.

"I need a moment too" he whispered against your lips "Can you handle it for me?"

You nodded, letting him continue rocking his hips into you. You were covered in sweat and so was he, bodies pressed against eachother as he moaned softly in your ear, your legs wrapped around his waist to stop the shaking from the overstimulation.

"Peter" you mumbled against his ear ''I think you're really hot... like, way hotter than I expected''

"Fuck" he replied, pulling out of you and stroking his lenght a few times before he came on your stomach, both of you panting. He lay down next to you for a second, kissing your forehead and hugging you.

"You did so well" he praised you, starting to leave small butterfly kisses all over your face. You laughed softly, cuddling into him.

"We should go take a shower"

"Are you suggesting a second round in your shower?"

"No! Well... maybe, okay, yes"

He laughed at your reply, shaking his head.

[agent-tempest]

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Split Lips (tasm!peter parker x reader)

Part three

series summary: Its simple hating peter parker, the cocky asshole who has made it his mission to one up you every chance he gets. In the same vein, its simple loving spiderman, the sweet masked vigilante who has made it his mission to ensure your safety. How simple will it be when the two worlds meet.

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chapter summary: Spiderman takes you for a swing and shows you why he does what he does.

word count: 4.6k

chapter contents: reader is intended to be fem! , language, a little banter and a little fluff, reader is anxious and a mess,  idk anything about school in america or school in general, small mention of injury ig

note: Ya’ll I’m so sorry that I haven’t uploaded I’ve been so sick the past few days the fanfic author curse is coming for me, also im sorry yall I gave in, I had to make the reader a little bit of a horror fan. I hope yall enjoy!!

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Your foot taps rapidly against vinyl flooring, eyes locked on the one question that you can’t wrap your brain around, it's a longer question with a few points riding on it, and you wrack your brain as to how you’re going to answer it. You’d flown through the rest of the test with confidence, yes this was partially due Peters and his perfect note taking skills but you’re choosing to ignore this fact. You reread the question before giving into your temptations, flicking your eyes to the front of the room to find the familiar mop of brown hair, Peter seems to have finished his test and now sits tapping his pen against the table softly, he looks so sure of himself, as per usual, and you suck in an anxious breath before turning your eyes back to the test with a newly found sense of determination. 

It takes you a moment though you’re now knee deep into the question, letting out a breath of relief as you write away you feel pressure drop from your shoulders. 

Finishing up the question you flip through the test, reading over your answers and editing bits and bobs where you need to. You catch the time on your watch and notice there are still twenty minutes on the clock, a small smile curls on your face. 

You notice Peter turn in his chair and you look to meet his gaze, he sends you a cocky grin and flashes you a thumbs up before turning it to a thumbs down, trying to gauge where you’re at. You send a smile with a thumbs up in return and he nods softly before turning to look back up at the board. 

The bell for lunch rings and you’re quick to grab your things, handing your test to the teacher without a word, you skip a step trying to make it past students as they pile out of the room. 

“Peter,” you yell softly across the hall and he barely catches your voice over the volume of student chatter. He turns his head, searching for whoever it was that called his name, a grin curling on his lips as he sees it's you dodging through the crowded hall. “So, how’d it go” you huff, catching up with him, “wouldn’t you like to know,” he grins stupidly and you retort with a, ‘why do you think I asked’ and an eye roll. 

“It went great thanks for asking,” his tone is teasing, “how about you”.

“I think I’ll pass,” you grin. 

He hums a laugh, “and… do you have anyone to thank for that?” He raises a brow. 

Yours furrow as you think for a second, “no one comes to mind,” he nudges you softly. 

“I wasn’t planning on giving you the satisfaction but seeing as you though saved my ass” you preface with a smile, “thank you Peter for your notes”. 

He watches you with a cocky smile, “You’re welcome.”

Your brain thinks back to the conversation you had with Spiderman last night and you swallow a nerve. “Hey I was thinking maybe we could study together some time,” you blurt out before you can stop yourself, sinking your teeth into your lips, you watch him grin. “Were my notes really that good?” he asks with a raised eyebrow and you roll your eyes. 

“Forget I asked,” you grin.

“I would like that,” he wears a smile and the both of you sit in an awkward silence for a moment.

“Well I better… I um have to print photos,” he points his camera in the direction of the photography room. 

“Course,” you nod, “I’ll see you,” you mumble. 

He gives you a wave and heads off. 

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For the first time in the past week you feel a pressure lift off of your shoulders. Humming softly along with your music you put one foot in front of the other as you walk home, a smile adorns your face as you think of Peter. You’ve had a hard time making friends, putting yourself out there and letting people in. You’ve also spent hours watching as friends study on picnic blankets, listening to the giggle of teenage girls as your mum picks you out ugly sweaters at the mall, watching friends struggle to find a lunch table that accommodates so many people. You've felt the twist of jealousy in your gut more than you’d like to admit and you’re more than sick of it. 

You push open the door to the apartment complex, letting out a huff as you start the climb to the fifth story. As much as the stairs hurt, Spiderman's way of getting around is far more frightening and your feet are grateful for their contact with the ground as you stomp up to your floor. 

You feel around in your pocket for your keys, wiggling them around in the old lock as they struggle to turn, the lock eventually gives way and you push open the door with your shoulder. 

Letting out a content sigh you head straight to your room. Ripping out your ear buds, pausing your music and flopping your phone on your bed before following your phone and collapsing face first. You lay for a second, enjoying the comfortable silence of your room, the only sounds to be heard are the hum of cars outside your window and the low buzz of the fan that you forgot to switch off that morning. 

A groan slips from your lips as your phone rings, its volume is jarring and without moving from your position you aimlessly grab for the phone that lays on the bed above your head. Getting your grasps on it you answer and bring it to your ear. 

“Hey love, I’ll be home late tonight,” your mum’s voice rings from the other end, you let out a lazy hum in response and she lets you know there’s leftovers in the fridge that you can have for dinner. Oscorp had recently  been working on a big new project, something to do with a DNA rebuilding serum, though it was ‘top secret’ and she ‘really shouldn’t be telling you this in the first place’. This meant all hands and deck in the labs, and therefore your mother had been out working hard until two a.m. most nights. 

You wish her good luck, telling her you think you did well on your test and that you would see her in the morning before hanging up the phone. 

The next few hours manage to escape you, you’re not quite sure how, though you do know what one moment you were studying quite happily, and now you’re sat in your bed with a blanket draped over your shoulders and a pillow clenched between your arms, your face contorted in disgust. 

‘The Thing’  plays on the screen and despite having seen it a thousand times it never fails to make you squirm, another body get ripped to shreds as a knock rings out from your widow and you jump, your eyes flicking to the window across the room from you, you spot a body of red and blue standing on your fire escape. 

Pausing the film and pushing your laptop to the side you jog to your window, sliding it open the old window with as much muscle as you can muster. “Do you know that you pick the worst times to sneak up on people,” you let him into the warmth of your room.

He lets out a soft laugh, “so I’ve been told,” you can hear the grin in his voice. 

Taking a seat on your bed, you give a nod, motioning for him to sit down at your desk. 

He swivels the chair and takes the seat, you watch his eyes explore your room, noticing the covers on your bed, the posters hung up on your walls, the bits and bobs that litter your desk. “Nice posters,” you let out a small laugh, “thank you”.

“So, what are you doing here?” you question with the raise of an eyebrow, 

“I told you I was going to take you on another swing” he grins, you can hear it in his voice. 

“No, no no.” You mumble with a shake of your head, “no way,” your voice is final and a laugh bubbles in his chest. 

“C’mon… you’ll like it I promise.” 

“I’m not quite sure I trust you” you tease with a furrow of your brows, 

“If you hate it I’ll take you right home,”

You sit in though for a quick second with a bite of your lip, “fine, but you take me straight home if I hate it okay.”

“Okay, you got it,” he laughs.

You pull on a pair of shoes and his hand guides your back as the both of you slip out your window. 

You brush off nerves with a shake of your hands, looking down from the fire escape, “and you’re like one-hundred percent sure you won’t drop me” you breath looking up to meet his eyes. “I’ve held a semi trailer from Queensboro bridge for half an hour, I think you're good.” 

“Show off,” you mumble under your breath. 

Letting out a nervous breath you give him a nod, “okay I’m ready,” 

“Are you sure becaus-” he starts with a stupid mocking voice.

“Shut up. I’m ready,” you nod with a determined face, he lets out a soft chuckle and places a tight arm around your waist before shooting a web. A small scream escapes your lips and your stomach drops, you slam your eyes shut and your arms shoot to wrap tightly around his neck.

“Holy shit,” your voice wavers as wind rushes through your hair and past your ears, the newly familiar feeling of plummeting to your death sends shivers down your spine. 

“Open your eyes,” you can feel Spiderman's voice in your ear. If it weren’t for his mask his breath would run down your neck. “I don’t know if I can,” you yelp, holding onto him tightly as you fall for a particularly long second before he shoots another web propelling the both of your forwards. 

“C’mon, you’re missing the view,” he coaxes you softly, raising his voice ever so slightly so you can hear him over the sound of the wind. Hesitantly, you crack an eye and you’re met with the most beautiful view of the city that you love. The lights that reflect off of building windows dance just as the stars do, it's the first thing you notice as you take in the sight, you let out the breath you’ve been holding in as your eyes look to the streets below, your stomach flipping as you notice how high up you are. 

Spidey watches you with a soft smile sat behind his mask, his eyes flick to the towers in front of him, focusing on his swinging before flicking back to watch the look that lights up your face.

You try to catch the view as you fling through the streets, your eyes flick through beautiful streets, an open park full of food trucks and people, a church lit up and seemingly holding a late night service, a string of expensive restaurants where the rich eat their meals, you’re seemingly ripped from them every second or so as Spidey swings you through each scene. 

The both of you fly upwards swiftly, he swings you both upwards towards a tall building in the heart of Queens that sits higher than its neighbours, your feet land softly against the roof and your arms slowly drop their grip on Spiderman. 

“Oh my god,” you swallow a nerve, a breath of relief escaping your lips as a big grin curls on your lips. 

“I told you you’d like it,” he watches your face as you take weary steps towards the edge of the tower. “It’s amazing,” you push the words out as you struggle to know what to say, it was like seeing the city for the first time.

“Still terrifying though,” you add with a grin, “I think I peed my pants just a little” you giggle and he shakes his head with a laugh. 

“You get to see this everyday,” you watch the busyness of the city below, the cars look like little ants in their respective colonies as they follow the flow of traffic. You can barely see the people about their everyday lives as you sit so far in the sky, though you watch business men and women sitting at desks in neighbouring buildings, all in their own small cubicles, each the same as the story below them. 

He hums with a nod, his eyes trail on yours as you watch the world go by. 

“I think I like it here where I’m not focused on falling to my death,” you tease, turning to meet the gaze that burns holes into your temple. “I can understand that,” he smiles down at you and this time he’s cursing the stupid mask that adorns his face.

The two of you sit in a comfortable silence looking down at the view, the air is filled with the distant honk of cars and chatter of people.

“I asked Peter to hang out… kind of,” you break the silence, you meet each other's gaze, “really?” he asks, putting on a smile and swallowing a pang of guilt. “Yeah… it went well enough” you nod, looking back down at the view, “I mean we have these bursts of awkward moments and I feel like I want to claw my eyes out for even starting the conversation, but I guess that's just a part of it” you shrug.

“Apart of it?” he asks. 

“Making friends, being acquaintances…I don't know what we are” you mumble and it comes out as a question. 

“You’re friends.”

“What makes you say that?”

He shrugs, “I have lots of friends, I know how it works” he teases and you roll your eyes.

You hum, “sure you do” a giggle escapes your lips. 

“I do!” he defends although it’s not entirely convincing. 

“That's why you spend all your time with some high school chick that you met on the side of the road.” you tease with a grin. 

“That’s because you’re my closest friend,” he mocks, elbowing you softly. 

“Some friends you must have,” you giggle and it draws a laugh from his lips. 

“We should get back out there,” he nods his head towards the city and you give him a silent nod. 

You shut your eyes tightly gripping onto him as he jumps from the building, dragging you down with him. 

“Web something asshole!” you shout not daring to open an eye at the velocity in which the two of you were dropping. A smirk grows beneath the mask before he shoots a web to a nearby building and the two of you glide forwards through the air, you force your eyes open and watch as you glide between cars, you send sheepish smiles to civilians as they eat their dinner outside of expensive restaurants before Spiderman slings you both higher into the sky. 

The two of you spend the next few hours swinging through each and every corner of Queens, stopping to talk and look at the view before repeating the cycle. You’ve never felt so free and a part of you finally understands why he does what he does. 

Your feet land firmly on your fire escape, and you already miss the freedom of the webs. 

“Told you you’d have fun” he grins and you roll your eyes, “yeah yeah”, a big smile spread across your face. 

“Thank you Spidey,” you nod with a sheepish smile and a wave of shyness flows over you. “Of course,” a genuine grin sits behind his voice and you smile at his words, the two of you sit in a comfortable silence for a small second before there's a soft knock on your bedroom door. “I’m home love, why are you up this late, who are you talking to?” your mothers voice is muffled through the door and your eyes widen as you place a hand on his chest, softly pushing him towards the window. “Uh, yeah mum just on the phone sorry,” you call out in the most believable voice you can muster in the moment of panic. 

“Goodnight” he whispers sweetly and you send him a quick smile, before shutting the window on his face and running to crack open your bedroom door. 

He peeps over the bottom of the window, watching as you make up a frantic excuse sending your mum a goodnight and a hug before shutting the door a little louder than you had planned. 

He cracks the window open ever slightly, "It's good you stayed calm,” he mumbles keeping his voice low. You turn abruptly and send him an eye roll, kneeling before your window you meet his face on the other side, “go home psycho,” you whisper with a smile and he laughs, “okay.” 

He sends you a look before jumping from the fire escape, shutting the window you’re conscious to leave it unlocked before you slide into bed for the night.

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When spiderman had promised to take you swinging again he had meant it, in fact you’d practically patrolled with him every night for the past week, he would pick you up from your room or your way home from work, dragging you into the cold so the two of you could explore the city and talk about anything and everything. You had to admit you felt like you were distracting a very important person from doing a very important job though that thought quickly crumbled as you stood wide eyed, watching from afar as Spiderman beat in the face of a man who had been mugging and beating young high school girls who were just trying to get home from school and work. The sickening crack of the man’s nose breaking rang out into the empty alleyway, as did his pathetic whimpered apologies, part of Peter had wondered if he had maybe gone too far that night and if it was maybe because the man's choice of victims struck a small nerve deep inside him.  

Needless to say from that point on Spidey didn’t take you out swinging so late into the night, although did make it a habit to visit you every night after patrol. 

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You tap your pencil rapidly against the plastic of the science room desks, the boy next to you, Adam you think his name is, asks you ‘what you wrote down,’ for the third time that period as the two of you complete the worksheet to go along with the practical the class completed today. You blink for a moment, finding the kindness within you and sliding your booklet his way, “why don’t you just copy it all down,” you give him a pressed smile.

Your eyes flicker to Peter's seat, it’s as empty as it was the last five times you checked and you let out a sigh.

He had been in English class that morning and you had seen him in his usual spot sat by himself during lunch, and you’re sure you’d seen him running through the halls just before this period though his seat remains vacant. 

Your eyes flick up as your teacher announces that he’s handing out the results of the Bio test and a smile curls onto your lips. 

“Good job,” Mr Khan smiles down at you, placing the test paper on your desk, “Adam, you see me after class,” he musters a smile and the boy looks up from copying your work with a shrug. 

“Um sir,” you blurt as he attempts to move on from your desk, “Peter wanted me to grab his test result for him,” you put on the most convincing smile you can muster.

He gives a knowing smile, “I’m sorry but you and Mr Parker should know more than anyone that I don't give out test results to other students, Peter will just have to wait till tomorrow to get his results.”

You roll your eyes as he passes you and you flip over your own results, you find a ‘98%’ in a big red circle and your lips curl into a small smile, you had prayed over and over for a 100% but you have nothing to complain about as you read the 49%, ‘see me after class’ from Adams results and you send him a pressed smile.

Swerving through the slow herd of students, you gently nudge past a group of particularly sluggish friends as they take their time groaning about their science grades and how ‘their parents will kill them’. It had been a long day and you simply want to make it home as early as possible, if you hurried now you’d have a chance of making the early subway and effectively cutting twenty minutes from your trip. Jogging softly you keep your eyes tracked on the ground in front of you, focused on the task at hand, you pay little mind to the quiet murmurs of students that fill the air, that is before you hear the soft spoken name of ‘Spiderman,’ your head shoots up in an instant and you clear your throat softly as you realise you look pathetically eager with your eyes darting around the buildings trying to spot him. 

Your eyes soon catch his as he swings past the school and you send him a soft eye roll as a small grin curls onto your lips. The chatter around you rises as students watch him fling through the streets before dying down as they lose sight of him, though your eyes track the direction he swings in and you slip through traffic, crossing the road and heading through the backstreets to meet him.

“You know if you keep showing up around my school people are going to find out you’re having some weird friendship affair going on with a high school student” you sneak up behind him as he stands waiting for you. 

You had spent a lot of the past week attempting to sneak up on Spiderman, though you had failed to consider his stupid ‘Spidey-Tingle’, which he had affectionately named it, and how it would pretty much ruin any and all chance you had of getting the payback you seeked. 

“Would that really be so bad?” he teases turning to greet you. 

“Well the tabloids would either paint you as a big fat pedo or they’d find out about your secret high school student identity.”

“I told you I’m not in high school,” 

A sceptical hum slips from your lips and a soft smile curls on your face, a laugh bubbles in his chest and he extends you his hand, “would you like a ride home?” “That would be great,” you grin, taking his hand before wrapping your other arm tightly around his neck. 

To say you were at ease now with swinging was an understatement, it took you a night or two to get used to it, the stomach turning feeling, the emptiness between yourself and the ground, now it was by far your favourite part of your day. It was the feeling of freedom you loved the most, it was more than your first car or the moment you turn Twenty-One, it was like flying, like not even gravity could control you, and Spiderman had chosen to share it with you. 

At first you found it a little strange that it was you he had insisted on taking you swinging almost every night although the more that the both of you had sat and talked for hours you decided that he must just be young, and lonely, and had found a friend in your company, and you had more than happily made a spot for him in your life. 

“Thanks Spidey,” you lean against the window sill of your room. 

“Just doing my job,” 

You hum a laugh and your lips curl into a smile, “I’ll see you tonight?” 

“Course,” he hums and wishes you congratulations on your test results and good luck on our study session. 

You hum along to the soft music playing from your phone, laying amongst your sheets you work on finishing up your Maths homework, your brows unconsciously furrow and a lip slips between your teeth as you think for a particularly long minute about the question on the textbook in front of you before you complete it and write it down in your book. 

There's a thud on your window and your head swiftly flicks up, a smile quickly plastering itself across your face as you push your work to the side, your homework papers get muddled together but you fail to care as you watch Spiderman slowly crawl through your window. 

“How was your night bugboy?” you ask though your smile falters as you watch him clutch his side before collapsing into your desk chair. 

“Why do you have a desk if you’re just going to study in your bed,” he teases, releasing a strained breath. 

“Are you okay?” you ask softly, ignoring his question. 

You spring off your bed and come to his side, your hands hovering over his ribs as his own grip them tightly. 

He hums in response, “there's this, big… I don't know…” his words roll over on his tongue, “Lizard guy.” His eyes meet your, you can feel his gaze through the mask. 

“You’ll see it on the news” he adds, “got me pretty good,” a soft laugh bubbles in his chest, a spit of anxiety bubbling in your own. 

“Is there anything I can do,” you feel the wideness of your eyes though you can’t seem to help it. 

You hadn’t known Spiderman long though you’d been waiting for the moment something like this had happened, and though he sits in front of you, not a speck of blood nor a tear littering his suit, promising you that he’s fine, you can’t help but feel a small sense of unease boiling in the pit of your stomach. 

“What about an ice pack?” you push. 

He hums a soft laugh, “I’m okay.”

You nod and the two of you sit in silence for a small second.

“What happened… I mean with the Lizard?” you question, meeting his gaze. 

“He was tearing up a bunch of streets, flipping cars and sending them into restaurants, he also sent me into a restaurant,” he hums another laugh and lifts his hand from his ribs. 

“Shit” the word escaped you in a soft mumble. 

“Did he get away?” 

He hums with a nod, “I was helping a kid out of a burning car, and he slipped away. He seems to have gone back home for the night but I’ll get back out there to be sure though,” 

“It’s late Spidey…” the words hang on your tongue. 

“I know but if he’s still out there…” 

“You have school in the morning” you nudge him softly and he lets out a wince of pain alongside a small laugh. 

“Sorry,” you mumble with a sheepish smile and he shakes his head, “it’s okay,” he laughs. 

The two of you sit in silence, you want to say more but you don’t want to push him, he knows far more about what he’s doing than you do. 

“I better get going, I just wanted to let you know that I was okay,” he mumbles softly and you can hear the tiredness laced in his voice. 

“You go home Spidey,” you whisper 

“Okay,” he gives you a nod, “I will.”

You send him a smile and wish him a goodnight. 

He climbs onto the fire escape and returns your sweet dreams, “you lock this window okay… I know that you keep it unlocked for me,” he mumbles and you give him a small grin, “okay.” 

He gives a small goodbye and swings from the ledge. 

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✨ IT'S BEEN WAITING FOR YOU ✨

📸 1989 TV SONGFIC COLLECTION INCLUDING :

tim drake, draco malfoy, peter parker, gojo satoru, percy jackson, anthony lockwood

❗Unfinished prompts are subject to change. Fics with no hyperlinks are coming soon!

📷 TRACK 1 : Welcome To New York

“ IT'S BEEN WAITING FOR YOU ” — TIM DRAKE

you start life at the big apple and unexpectedly meet a fortune teller who informs you of the name of your future husband. you try not to think too hard about it, but it's difficult. considering your boss has the same name as your future husband.

📷 TRACK 2 : Blank Space

“ DON'T SAY I DIDN'T SAY I DIDN'T WARN YOU ” — DRACO MALFOY

you act like a devil to get your husband to divorce you. only to discover that pushing him away only makes him hold on tighter.

📷 TRACK 3 : Style

“ WE NEVER GO OUT OF STYLE ” — TIM DRAKE

wayne enterprise heir x stark industries heiress

rivals in public, lovers in secret ; two heirs have an explicit arrangement because they can't risk their public image with anyone else.

📷 TRACK 4 : Out Of The Woods

“ WE WERE IN SCREAMING COLORS ” — ANTHONY LOCKWOOD

you think you're hard to love, but he loves you like it's breathing.

📷 TRACK 5 : All You Had To Do Was Stay

“ ALL YOU HAD TO DO WAS STAY ” — DRACO MALFOY

you and draco meet again after he had ignored you years before. he wants to tell you why he'd left but he doesn't know how you'd react to him being a criminal.

📷 TRACK 6 : Shake It Off

“ PLAYERS GONNA PLAY ” — GOJO SATORU

it's embarrassing to know that the rumors about you reach other schools. one faithful day, gojo satoru gives you unsolicited advice about doing the shit you want because you'd get hate whether or not you'd do it anyway. a bottle of wine later, and you begin to think he's right.

📷 TRACK 7 : I Wish You Would

“ I WISH YOU WOULD ” — PETER PARKER

your long-time friendship with peter had gone sour. after years of trying to put you behind bars, peter tries to save you from kraven, but you're not sure if you can trust him anymore.

“ I WISH WE COULD GO BACK AND REMEMBER WHAT WE WERE FIGHTING FOR ” — ANTHONY LOCKWOOD

PEERING EYES OVER WROUGHT-IRON FENCES

📷 TRACK 8 : Bad Blood

“ STILL GOT THE SCARS ON MY BACK FROM YOUR KNIFE ” — DRACO MALFOY

turning from childhood friends to enemies, and then learning to tolerate each other after the war is a storm waiting to happen. especially when he had tried to kill you and failed.

📷 TRACK 9 : Wildest Dreams

“ SAY YOU'LL REMEMBER ME ” — PERCY JACKSON

you and percy agree to only see each other for the summer but as august draws to a close, it gets harder and harder to untangle your fingers from his.

📷 TRACK 10 : How You Get The Girl

“ FOR WORSE OR FOR BETTER ” — PERCY JACKSON

hitman! percy

percy is hired to kill an important man in singapore, not expecting to meet and fall for his target's daughter.

📷 TRACK 11 : This Love

“ THIS LOVE CAME BACK TO ME ” — ANTHONY LOCKWOOD

you're back in town. as promised, lockwood welcomes you with open arms. the only difficulty was the fact that you kissed the last time you saw each other.

📷 TRACK 12 : I Know Places

“ I KNOW PLACES ” — PETER PARKER

marvel x pjo crossover ; daughter of athena! reader

peter's only trying to protect you but you're more scared of him than you are of the monsters coming after you.

📷 TRACK 13 : Clean

“ I THINK I AM FINALLY CLEAN ” — ANTHONY LOCKWOOD

lockwood was cursed to be alone. you prove that your love can break curses.

📷 TRACK 14 : Wonderland

“ YOU AND I GOT LOST IN IT ” — TIM DRAKE

you and tim are thrown into wonderland by mad mod. the line between fantasy and reality blur; now, tim stares at you like he wishes you weren't enemies.

“ IT'S ALL FUN AND GAMES 'TIL SOMEBODY LOSES THEIR MIND ” — ANTHONY LOCKWOOD

fantasy au!

you were a princess and you liked to dress in gold. one day, you're snatched by a dragon. come to find out that the dragon is a shape-shifting boy who thought you were a statue.

📷 TRACK 15 : You Are In Love

“ TRYING TO PUT IT INTO WORDS ” — TIM DRAKE

it's hard to find the right words to explain why you love tim.

📷 TRACK 16 : New Romantics

“ I CAN BUILD A CASTLE OUT OF ALL THE BRICKS THEY THROW AT ME ” — ANTHONY LOCKWOOD

you recruit the daring anthony lockwood to stage a relationship that will rile up the press.

— FROM THE VAULT !!

📷 TRACK 17 : "SLUT!"

“ LOVELORN AND NOBODY KNOWS ” — PETER PARKER

a publication comes out, announcing that your hero selves are dating. now, you and peter have to distance yourselves because one, mary jane watson—renowned journalist, has been suspecting you of having an alter ego.

“ IN A WORLD OF BOYS, HE'S A GENTLEMAN ” — ANTHONY LOCKWOOD

lockwood is tasked with the important task of protecting a foreign princess, you. you discovered that you liked his boyish charms more than expected.

📷 TRACK 18 : Now That We Don't Talk

“ THE MORE I GAVE, YOU'D WANT ME LESS ” — CHILDE

how bad can it be, to sleep with the enemy?

📷 TRACK 19 : Say Don't Go

“ I'M YOURS, BUT YOU'RE NOT MINE ” — ANTHONY LOCKWOOD

fantasy au!

you are the heir to the throne, soon to be coronated. he is your loyal guard. when repressed feelings come bubbling to the surface, it's hard to keep away. except, he has to, because a prince should be standing next to you, not him.

📷 TRACK 20 : Suburban Legends

“ BORN TO BE SUBURBAN LEGENDS ” — PETER PARKER

you became strangers when you thought you'd spend your whole lives together. one faithful day, peter gets sucked into an old polaroid picture, returning to the day it was taken; your 18th birthday.

📷 TRACK 21 : Is It Over Now?

“ FAST FORWARD TO 300 TAKEOUT COFFEES LATER ” — PETER PARKER

you and peter agreed to stop whatever was happening between you two for his sake. it wasn't good to date your employer's daughter, after all. the task wasn't easy when you work at the same place.

📷 HIDDEN TRACK : Sweeter Than Fiction

“ PROVED ME RIGHT WHEN YOU PROVED THEM WRONG ” — PETER PARKER

a lot of people had a lot to say about peter when his identity was revealed. he revered how you stuck by his side through all of that, even if all you did was run a fan account.

Feel free to message me if you want to be tagged in a certain fic 😊 I'm open to just squealing about our boys and/or Taylor Swift !!

🦋 — @novelizt 2023

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❝ A Two-Person Job. ❞

part 1(?)

part 2

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❥ alright pals, it’s my first time fic writing so be nice! this is just the intro but if it flops I’ll delete it and we’ll pretend it never happened!! it's much longer than I meant for it to be, my bad. things to note: it's kind of set five years after the events of No Way Home buuuuut I took a bunch of elements I liked from a lot of different Spideys, including Insomniac Spidey and Spectacular Spider-Man, and a little bit of each live action. it’s kind of a mashup of universes/Peters. I haven’t acknowledged May in this chapter because I kind of want her to be alive in this but idk how that would work😭 the plot is essentially going to be these two, Peter and Brianna(an original character), getting to know each other, as well as unknowingly working together as their alter egos, Spider-Man and North Wind. it’s giving Miraculous Ladybug I fear. lots of slow burn, hurt/comfort, fluff, random cameos, and probably other stuff. lmk if you would read more if I wrote more!! 🕸️🌬️

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𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝖽𝖺𝗒, 𝖯𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿. 𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗎𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌. 𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖯𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖽𝖾𝗏𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗇𝖾𝗋: 𝖻𝖺𝖽 𝗅𝗎𝖼𝗄, 𝗈𝗋 𝖯𝖺𝗋𝗄𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗎𝖼𝗄, 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍. 𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗎𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗋𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍.

𝖨𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗆, 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗅 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗎𝗌 𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗎𝗉 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗌𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗑. 𝖠𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗈 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖺 𝗇𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝖿𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗋𝗌, 𝗁𝖾’𝖽 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝖺 𝖻𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖺𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗅𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗂𝖾𝗌. 𝖢𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝖾𝗀𝗌 𝗌𝗐𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝖿𝖺𝗌𝗍, 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗂𝗈 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗐𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀.

𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝖾𝗌, 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗑𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖯𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖯𝖺𝗋𝗄𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄, 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝖾𝗑𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗉𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗋. 𝖧𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌. 𝖥𝗈𝗋 𝗈𝗇𝖾, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗆𝖾𝗍 𝖽𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗏𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖯𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖯𝖺𝗇 𝖣𝗈𝗇𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖯𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗉, 𝖦𝗐𝖾𝗇 𝖲𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗒. ‘𝖦𝗐𝖾𝗇 𝖳𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗒𝗌𝗈𝗇,’ 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝖺𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗎𝗉𝗈𝗇 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀(𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗁𝖾 𝗎𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽).

𝖧𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝗏𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖲𝗉𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗍 𝖧𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗎𝗉 𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗍. 𝖨𝗇 𝖺 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗒! 𝖧𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝖧𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇. 𝖳𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗎𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖯𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖴𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖿𝗎𝗇, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖦𝗐𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝗀𝗅𝗒 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗁. 𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗌.

𝖧𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺 𝗍𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗅𝗈𝗋𝖽, 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒-𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍. 𝖠𝗐𝖾𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾. 𝖶𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝖻𝗈𝗌𝗌 (𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖲𝗉𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗋-𝖲𝖺𝗋𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗆 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎) 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖡𝗎𝗀𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒-𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗒𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖼𝗄. 𝖣𝗈𝗎𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗐𝖾𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾. 𝖬𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗌𝗈 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗅𝗅. 𝖳𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖩𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗐 “𝗆𝖾𝗇𝖺𝖼𝖾” 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾, 𝗇𝗈𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗋𝖺.

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖬𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇 𝖫𝗂, 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝖻𝗒 𝖥𝖤𝖠𝖲𝖳 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝗈𝗎𝗍. 𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖯𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗈 𝗏𝗈𝗅𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗋, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖯𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗀𝖺𝗉 𝗂𝗇 𝖲𝗉𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗋-𝖬𝖺𝗇’𝗌 𝗃𝖺𝗆-𝗉𝖺𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽𝗎𝗅𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖺 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖾𝗋-𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗅-𝖻𝗎𝗂𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀-𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽-𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗍𝖾𝗋. 𝖴𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗅 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗌, 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗎𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗂𝗅 𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗐𝖺𝗏𝖾. 𝖯𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗅 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋.

𝖥𝖤𝖠𝖲𝖳 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝖼𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒, 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖢𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝖾, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗌𝗂𝖾𝗌𝗍, 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝗌. 𝖧𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗎𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗒, 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗆𝖾, 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗎𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋𝗌. 𝖧𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽, 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖯𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋’𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝖺 𝖥𝖤𝖠𝖲𝖳 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝖭𝖾𝗐 𝖸𝗈𝗋𝗄𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖠𝖼𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒, 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝗁𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀.

𝖯𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗍𝗈𝗆 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗋𝖼𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝖿𝖿𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝖺𝖼𝖾, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖾𝖿𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍. 𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗎𝖻𝗅𝖾, 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 Peter Parker 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒. 𝖧𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗇, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋, 𝖺 𝖻𝗈𝗑 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻����𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝗓𝖾. 𝖶𝖾𝗅𝗅, 𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗎𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍, 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗐𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉. 𝖠𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗒𝗉𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅 𝖯𝖺𝗋𝗄𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗎𝖼𝗄. 𝖱𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 ��𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗋𝗎𝗀, 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗒𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗅𝖾-𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗋. 𝖶𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖯𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋? “𝖲𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒, 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍,” 𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽, 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗋𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝗋𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾, 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾.

𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋’𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾, 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗎𝗆𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝖺 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗏𝗈𝗅𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗋, 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗎𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾. “𝖨𝗍’𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖾. 𝖨 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗂𝗍.” 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽, 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗍. 𝖭𝗈𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗇𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗒, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝖿𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝗎𝗉. 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀, 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝖿𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖺𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗂𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖾.

“𝖣𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍. 𝖨 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍? 𝖨𝗍’𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝖨 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖽𝗈.” 𝖯𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽, 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗐𝗄𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗎𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗎𝗂𝗍. “𝖨𝗍’𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾, 𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝖻𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝖺𝗒. 𝖵𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗌, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇. 𝖶𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗇 𝖤𝗏𝗂𝗅 𝖰𝗎𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖥𝖤𝖠𝖲𝖳’𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗌.” 𝖧𝖾 𝗀𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝗁𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗅𝖾. 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁.

“...𝖨 𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾.” 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇, 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗂𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖺𝗋𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗒𝖾𝖽. “𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗉𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾.” 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽, 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝖿. 𝖯𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗐, 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝗎𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗇𝗈𝗐.

𝖧𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌, 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗍-𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇. 𝖬𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾.

“𝖮𝗁! 𝖶𝖾𝗅𝗅…𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗌 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖾.” 𝖯𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖿𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗄, 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗈𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁. 𝖶𝗁𝗈𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗌, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗏𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝖽, 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿-𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝖼𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗌. 𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝖿 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖾𝖽. “𝖲𝗈 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾…𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖥𝖤𝖠𝖲𝖳 𝗈𝗋 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗂-𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖺?” 𝖧𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗉 - 𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝗍𝖺𝗅 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗐 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌. 𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖿 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗂𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀.

𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖯𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝖼𝗈𝖿𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝗈𝗂𝗌𝖾. 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗈𝗉 𝗎𝗉 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗌, 𝗋𝖾-𝗁𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗉𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗅 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽. 𝖧𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗆𝗎𝗌𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾. “𝖲𝗁𝗎𝗍 𝗎𝗉. 𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇’𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗅𝗄 𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾. 𝖨𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁?”

𝖯𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝖽𝗈𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 “𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄,” 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗀𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗇𝗈𝗍-𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍-𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽. “𝖮𝗁, 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾’𝗌 𝖺 𝗍𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝗉𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗑𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋. 𝖮𝗋 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗇𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗌. 𝖨 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝖽𝗈𝖼𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒.”

𝖡𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗂𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍-𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗃𝗈𝗄𝖾, 𝖬𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇 𝖫𝗂 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋𝗐𝖺𝗒, 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗇. “𝖨 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝖻𝗎𝗆𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖨 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈𝖽𝗎𝖼𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎.” 𝖪𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗐𝗈, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗎𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅. 𝖡𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝗌𝗁𝗋𝗎𝗀, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗇𝗈𝗐. 𝖥𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗒, 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍, 𝗂𝗇 𝖫𝗂’𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾.

“𝖪𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿. 𝖶𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗌𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗅𝗅.” 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖿𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗎𝗉.

“𝖨𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝖾: 𝖡𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺, 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝖯𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖯𝖺𝗋𝗄𝖾𝗋, 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗀𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝗅𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗋𝗌. 𝖯𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝖡𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝖶𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗌. 𝖠𝗇 𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽. 𝖣𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝖻𝗂𝗍𝖾.”

𝖣𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖡𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗇𝗈𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗇𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖯𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋’𝗌. 𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍. 𝖫𝗂 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗎𝗉 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗎𝗈, 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝖻𝗎𝗓𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾. “𝖩𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝗍 𝗎𝗉 𝗅𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗁 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾, 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍?”

“𝖶𝖺𝗂𝗍, 𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗆?” 𝖡𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽, 𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖯𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗏𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗓𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐-𝖺𝗇𝖽-𝖻𝗅𝗎𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗈𝖽𝗂𝖾.

“𝖡𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖨𝗍’𝗌 𝖺 𝗍𝗐𝗈-𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗃𝗈𝖻.” 𝖫𝗂 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇. 𝖯𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗂𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝖺𝗏𝖾, 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖫𝗂 𝗀𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖡𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 ‘𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖾!’ 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝗎𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍-𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍-𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾.

𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝖽𝖺𝗒, 𝖯𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍.

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marvel

-matt murdock-

Heartbeat - on a lazy day together, you ask for a small peak until Matt’s world

-foggy nelson-

You’re Heart in Exchange for Mine - Foggy has been led to believe it’s the material goods that keep a relationship alive, but you strive to prove to him that all you want is to love him and be loved in return

Feelings Confessed - You like Foggy, Foggy likes you, but neither of you know of the other’s feelings. What could happen when Foggy walks you home from Josie’s one night?

-peter parker-

Not the Same Girl - Before the Blip, Peter would babysit you, but not that he’s back and you’ve grown up, what feelings will come to play? 

Little Fall of Rain - Based on ‘A Little Fall of Rain’ from Les Mis

You're Stunning - When Peter takes your picture unexpectedly, he learns how you feel about yourself and tries to change your mind

Speak Now - When Peter is getting married, you just want to go and make sure he’s happy. but what happens when the officiant asks a very pertinent question?

-jack thompson- 

By Your Side -   “You wanna go save the world with me?”

Undercover Feelings -  You and Jack don’t like each other in the slightest. But when an undercover mission throws the two of you together, what will become of your relationship? (aka - undercover enemies to lovers)  

We’re Okay - When out on the field, you run into a burning building to save a young child, and all Jack can do is pray you’ll be safe

-steve rogers- 

Bail You Out - A midnight call wakes you up, asking you to pick Steve and Bucky up in a less than ideal location 

True Gentleman - After a date with Steve, he wants to make sure that you get home safe, but you reassure him that you’ll be alright

-bucky barnes-

A Secret Language - flower shop au - when Bucky stumbles across your little flower shop, you’re enamored. too bad he keeps coming in to buy flowers for his mystery women (using the prompts “you aren’t over her, are you?/not even close”)

-tony stark- 

The Scoops Troop - It’s Halloween and you want to do a group costume, but Tony isn’t onboard with the idea 

Only Wanna Be With You - It’s yours and Tony’s anniversary but why is he acting so odd?

-druig-

Stop the Tears - Druig finds you crying and can only focus on the pull he feels towards you and taking your tears away

-jack thompson- 

13 Days of Halloween - Day Seven - “I picked it out especially with you in mind. You’re hurting my feelings.” 

-steve rogers-

“you owe me a kiss”

-bucky barnes-

Lost in Love and Time (Ongoing) - Haunted Mansion AU

Prologue Part One || Prologue Part Two || Chapter One || Chapter Two || Chapter Three || Chapter Four

-peter parker- 

Fools Rush In (Ongoing) - When Peter finds himself claiming to the Avengers that he has a girlfriend, he turns to you for help even though the two of you are class rivals 

Chapter One || Chapter Two

-steve rogers- 

La La Land (Discontinued) - As a struggling actress in the big city, you aren’t sure how you are going to get your big break. Similarly, starving artist, Steve Rogers, doesn’t know how to move on after a deal gone wrong. What happens when you two meet and learn more about yourselves, love, and the power of dreams than you ever though possible? 

Chapter One

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Here’s my ao3 in case you’re interested!

*All Anakin x Reader

1.  Are You Okay

2.  Nervous

3.  I’ll Make it up to You

4.  Flirting With the Dark Side

5.  I Will Come Back for You

6.  I’ve Got You

7.  It’s Not Too Late

8.  There Under the Surface

9.  Welcome Home

10.  Princess

Anakin

Just Wanted to Help - Anakin comforts reader after finding her crying in the hallway

There Under the Surface - Jealous Anakin when you’re sent to work with an old friend

I’ll Make it up to You - Anakin’s forced to grovel after saying something mean in a fight

Are You Okay - Reader hides injury from Anakin

I’ve Got You - Reader wakes up on Anakin’s chest

Flirting With the Dark Side - Hades and Persephone AU

Princess - Anakin gets under the reader’s skin while acting as her bodyguard for an upcoming speech

No Where Else to Go - Reader ends up at her “enemy’s” doorstep after a hard mission

Best Friend’s Master - Reader is waitress at Dex’s diner and friends with Ahsoka

Trapped - Anakin freeing reader who is a prisoner of war

Spare Key    Spark Key Part 2 - Soulmate matching eye color AU

Treasure Planet AU - only part one for now!

I Will Come Back for You - Anakin promises to come back for childhood best friend after leaving for the order

Fallen Sick - Reader refuses to take care of herself when she’s sick

Not Sinking - Anakin teaches reader to swim

Nervous - Anakin pinning after a shy/oblivious reader

It’s Not Too Late - Anakin’s second chance after becoming a sith

Through the Looking Glass - star wars/marvel AU, reader is peter parkers girlfriend in another universe

Senators Shadow - Anakin acts as readers bodyguard and is incredibly cold and distant

You Deserve Better - Anakin is there for reader while she struggles in an unhealthy relationship

Welcome Home - Pregnant reader flees sith!Anakin

Say My Name and Everything Just Stops - Reader gets dressed up for a ball

Pinkey Promise - Reader follows Anakin into dangerous warzone to his dismay

Couldn’t Get Rid of Me if you Tried - Anakin makes reader sleep and comforts her during a nightmare

Figure Something Out - Enemies/academic rivals to lovers

You Promised - Anakin gets hurt and the reader freaks out

Separated - The Council force the reader and Anakin apart

Obi-Wan

Distraction - Reader acts as bait to Obi-Wan’s dismay

The Space Medium - Reader has ability to see ghosts and helps Obi-Wan come to terms with the passing of his master