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parkerpeter24 · 1 year ago

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We need the date with pool instructor!Peter Parker

since you asked in bold-

pairing ➳ swim instructor!peter parker x reader

warnings ➳ slightly nsfw towards the end. making out and regular date stuff.

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“what have you got there?” you pointed behind his back but it was clearly evident that he was hiding a bouquet of flowers.

he finally brought it in between the two of you, standing at your doorstep, “i didn’t know which ones you like, so i got some of the most popular ones.” he chuckled nervously, handing you the mosaic of flowers.

you admired the roses, lilies, orchids and tulips, smiling wide as you took the bouquet from his hands, “i love them.”

you and peter had hung around the pool earlier in the morning but he told you that he wanted to take you out on a proper first date. so he suggested dinner and the boy was not even a second late.

as soon as the clock struck 7, he was there at your door, knocking and handing you these flowers.

the two of you made your way to the place he’d chosen for dinner, telling you about how it was his favorite place and the reason behind it.

“this was my uncle’s favorite place too.” you could tell by the way he smiled, so reminiscent, that it was a distant memory of his.

“it sounds great already.” you smiled, linking your arm with his as you walked, the place being just two blocks away from your place and all, “do you have a favorite?”

“oh, the chocolate truffle there is to die for!” you couldn’t help but let out a small laugh at his remark.

“so do you suggest we have that for dinner?”

“um, duh.”

dinner couldn’t have gone better. in fact, at one point you concluded it was the best dinner of your life. you got to know peter so much better. he was so much more than just the hot swimmer you knew from community pool who had once held onto your waist to teach you kicking. he was so much different from than any man you’ve ever met. so much better.

he told you about his school life and even though he didn’t highlight much, you could tell he was very good at everything he did. you got to know about his passion for science and that he was an assistant teacher of chemistry at esu just a year ago.

“how did i even score a date with you.” you wondered out loud, making him laugh.

he shrugged, “i’m honestly wondering the same thing.” you caught a hue of pink over his cheeks as he leaned forward, “it feels like i’ve been the only one talking all this time.”

“i don’t mind.” you flashed him a smile.

“no! you should tell me more about you.” he insisted.

and so you did. you told him about your likes and dislikes, about your favorite music and foods, about your only best friend who was there for you through thick and thin, about the good birthdays and the bad ones, about small things that you recalled from the past. and peter listened throughout, making you laugh with his reactions every once in a while.

“you were right. those were some good truffles.” you sighed.

the two of you found yourselves walking back to your place as the night wind drifted past you, making your hair flow with it. peter’s hand was in yours now as you leaned more towards him.

“told you.” he smirked, “i can never go wrong with a good dessert. that’s my superpower.” he chuckled.

“you seem to have a lot of them.” you smirked right back at him, watching as his face suddenly morphed into confusion.

“n-no. just the one, actually... that’s all i got.” you thought you were getting better at reading the brunette but his nervous laugh confused you a little.

“i meant to say that you’re really good in swimming, and you’re kind of smart at an inhumane level from what i heard, so...” you trailed off, letting out a chuckle to ease the situation a little more.

“oh.” he let out a breath of air, “right.”

in less than a minute, the two of you were climbing the strairs of your apartment building. your apartment was just on the second floor, thus, you opted for them.

after leaving you to your door, peter stood with his arms behind his back, right where he had been about two hours ago. the night seemed to have ended way too soon but you didn’t know if it was okay to invite him in.

“can you-”

“could i-”

both of you decided to speak at the same time, making the other one stop suddenly.

“you go.” peter chuckled softly.

“would you... would you like to stay? for a while, you know.” you gave him a small shrug, “we could watch a movie or...”

there was a slight pause as his eyes trailed over your lips as they moved. he responded with a nod of his head.

and in the blink of an eye you were pushing open your door, just to drag him along you inside the place by the collar of his flannel. his lips were on yours and hands placed on either side of your waist– this time for a better purpose. you just hoped your place wasn’t as big of a mess but your thoughts blurred as his frame pushed you against the wooden door, it making a sound as it locked in place.

peter’s hands were doing all the good things, setting your skin on fire as they trailed down to your hips, pulling your legs to wrap around his slim waist. your arms snaked around his shoulders as you tilted your head, only deepening the kiss that you started.

his teeth bit onto your lower lip and his tongue followed to soothe the blissful ache. you parted your lips further, tangling your tongue with his. a battle of tongues, only for peter to back off and let you take control. you both knew he was way too stronger than you.

your hand ran down the length of his arm, feeling the taut muscles of his biceps before. a slight squeeze from your hand as you wrapped it around his wrist and peter knew what to do.

he pulled you along with him, gracefully carrying you with him as he tried to find his way to your bedroom.

you pointed at the room in one of the corner and peter followed suit as your lips attached to the skin of his jaw. you trailed small kisses along his jawline, until they weren’t small anymore. you bit onto his skin, soothing the bite with your tongue just like peter had done earlier.

peter was quick to wrap his right arm around you, supporting you up as his left hand got busy with opening your bedroom door, walking inside before he kicked the door shut.

it was more than safe to say that the truffle wasn’t the best thing you were having tonight.

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heliads · 1 year ago

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Can you do a Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield) x Avenger reader one-shot? The reader is a Hydra experiment turned Avenger who has hawk wings and can fly like a bird. She can hide her wings by folding them like a bird can. She grew up somewhere in the US and doesn’t remember her parents, so the closest thing she has to a family is the Avengers. She meets Peter and starts dating him. Her alias, chosen by Tony, is Hawk, which Peter thinks is a little on the nose.

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You know, at moments like this, you’re really not sure if you’re dreaming or not. The setting around you seems real enough, but it’s happened so many times before that you’re starting to progress past deja vu and into entirely new territory. You could do this sort of mission in your sleep, and at this point, you kind of think you already have.

The scene is simple. Someone has attacked New York, and someone must save the city. This time, it’s not aliens or HYDRA knocking down your door but a new kind of inhuman with a bone to pick. At this rate, you get them so frequently that it’s like a regularly scheduled TV broadcast. Have you caught up on the latest season of unhappy mutants? Nah, I’m still three weeks backlogged on super powered individuals who hate us all.

A voice crackles into your earpiece, and you have to blink hard to get yourself to focus again. A lab tech company stole the blood samples of someone with powers in an attempt to understand more about what makes inhumans so utterly not human. The victim, your criminal of the week, is using his fire powers to burn down the company’s headquarters to prove that they’ll never be able to control him.

See, you’re supposed to be out here stopping the guy, but you kind of see his point. You were a lab experiment yourself a while back, and the results gave you powers and a chance to join the Avengers. Your time as a HYDRA science experiment was the worst experience of your life– agony and horror galore, to say the least– and if this guy’s standing up for the rights of the inhumans to avoid laboratories with a little too keen an interest in your inner workings, you don’t really want to kill him for his troubles.

That’s not the Avengers way, though. You weren’t hired for your thoughts on the rights of inhumans, especially those who suffered in the name of scientific progress, you’re here to save the city and the world and the universe, usually all three at once.

Hence the reason Captain America is chastising you to get your head in the game. This isn’t a time for sightseeing, it’s your chance to protect the innocents as the fire spreads. Thanks to the human-sized hawk wings that have been yours ever since your lab days, you’re in charge of the aerial defense of the Avengers, a role they need you for right now.

Today, you’re not a girl, you’re the Hawk, and you have a job to do. Tony Stark was responsible for your induction into the Avengers, as well as that very obvious alias. He’s also desperate for backup from the sky, especially right now.

You sigh, bid your morals a temporary adieu, and soar down from your vantage point in the clouds. The inhuman isn’t expecting another attacker from above, especially not one moving as fast as you. You tuck your wings into your sides for additional velocity, and slam into him hard enough to knock him to the ground.

Seizing the opportunity of his distraction, Natasha quickly fires electric charges into his chest, knocking the guy out for a few seconds. From there, it’s easy to get some cuffs on the inhuman and shove him into the reinforced mobile holding cell S.H.I.E.L.D. sent over for precisely that purpose.

Steve nods at you. “Thanks for the help, Y/N.”

You smile wearily. “Any time.”

It’s easier to appreciate the Avengers lifestyle now, basking in the glow of having played a pivotal role in keeping the city safe. It’s a little more difficult hours later, when the sun has already set but you’re still trapped in the Avengers complex for a debrief that just won’t end.

It’s not the Avengers’ fault, you know that. S.H.I.E.L.D. has its protocols, and they get a little antsy if they aren’t followed. Still, you can’t help it when your mind starts wandering. You’ve attended enough meetings on the proper rules to be followed when your life is on the line and they all blur together.

You tune back in when Steve says your name. They’re discussing you now, apparently, and the words being said aren’t all compliments.

Steve sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Y/N, can you please try to focus for five minutes?”

You grimace. “Sorry, sorry. What were we talking about, exactly?”

Natasha arches a brow. “This, to be honest. You’re not as engaged with the fights as you used to be.”

You wince. “Can you blame me? I’ve been at this for years, Nat, ever since you guys broke me out of the HYDRA labs. I never went to S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy, I’ve never been a spy. I’m just doing my best out here.”

Bruce raises his hands placatingly. “We know that, kid, and we’re proud of you. We just need to be sure that you’re one hundred percent on top of things whenever you’re out in the field, for your safety as well as ours.”

You nod. “I’ll try to be better. Sorry.”

Tony frees you at last from the shame of everyone’s disapproving stares. “Look, cut the girl a break. She did well out there, and no one got hurt. If something happens, we can discuss this more seriously, but why punish her for an incident that hasn’t happened yet? Y/N, I know it’s getting late. You can go if you want.”

You jump on that chance and thank him, hurrying out of the room just in time to hear Steve chastising Tony for letting you go as the door closes behind you. You’re not sticking around to be called back. You have no interest in hearing a repeat of the same lecture.

In all honesty, they’re not entirely wrong. You do need to get your head in order. It’s just been difficult to focus on anything, really. Everything feels the same, and why care about any job if a similar mission is going to take place the next week, and the next week, and the next? They all end the same way, and they’re always going to.

You poke your head out of a balcony and, spreading your wings to take flight, soar up to the roof. Everything seems simpler up here. Why stress about the city when it’s nothing more than a thousand pinpricks of light?

You coast on the night breeze for a while before coming to a stop on a neighboring skyscraper. It’s nice to finally be alone, or so you think until a voice sounds from behind you.

“Sorry, is this roof taken?”

You glance behind you to see a figure emerging from the shadows. After a heartbeat, you realize you recognize the red mask, the scarlet and blue suit, the black arachnid logo on the center of the stranger’s chest. This is the Spider-Man you’ve been hearing about in the news lately. He’s saving the city, but doing it his own way, not caught up in the politics of being an Avenger.

Truth be told, you admire him for it. It must be nice to save people without the lecture that always follows you. He doesn’t have to be perfect, he just has to get the job done. What a life to lead.

You shake your head, gesturing beside you. “Not for you. What’s up, Spider-Boy?”

He chuckles as he sits down next to you. “Normally, I’d insist on being referred to as a man, but I’ll let it slide just this once. I’m pretty alright, what about you? I saw you were saving the city again earlier today. I would have joined in, but–”

You shake your head, dismissing his apology. “No need. The Avengers tend to swarm all over things, no need to involve yourself in their mess.”

Spider-Man glances your way, and when he speaks again, his voice is curious. “I take it you’re not on the best of terms with them at the moment?”

You sigh. “Just for now. They’re the only family I’ve ever known, so we get along most of the time. We’ve just been in a rough patch at the moment. I don’t really know why.”

Spider-Man lifts a shoulder. “Well, you said they’re like your family, right? The fights don’t surprise me. All families struggle to get along all the time. I’m sure it’ll blow over in a few days.”

You chuckle. “I’ll take your word for it.”

“I should hope so,” Spider-Man informs you, “I’m kind of the world’s leading expert on superpowered family relationships. I got a college degree in, uh, Avenging Therapy.”

This time, your laugh is easy, carefree. “Well, Mr. Inhuman Therapist, I’d love a little more advice. I’m Y/N, by the way.”

He reaches out a hand to shake yours. “I’m Peter. It’s lovely to meet you, Y/N.”

Lovely, as it turns out, is exactly the right word to use. The two of you talk well into the night, and you find yourself more than reluctant to leave him, even as the call to sleep grows stronger. Luckily, you end up crossing paths again soon, and then accidental meetings happen on purpose, more and more often until you know the face under the mask just as well as you know the so-called vigilante plastered across the newspaper pages.

It’s just nice to have Peter around, that’s all. He reminds you that there’s a life worth living outside of every fight. It takes you a while to realize that he’s the only friend you’ve ever wanted as more than just a friend, the one you like, the one you love, but after that– well, it feels impossible that you could have ever known anything else.

You’re on a similar rooftop one night a few months later when you learn that he feels the same way about you. You were a little late to your usual meetup spot thanks to yet another meeting with the Avengers, but instead of complaining, Peter beams at you and says,

“There she is! The angel of New York City has arrived.”

You laugh. It’s easy, around him. “That’s ridiculous. I’m nobody’s angel.”

The thought is absurd. You have been a lab rat, a soldier, and a civilian, all in turn. These are all roles that you have played, but none of them have ever been truly yours. Never, though, has an angel ever been among their ranks.

Still, Peter seems to believe it. His eyes gleam with certainty. “You’re mine.”

You almost choke on your own incredulity. “You’re joking. Me, an angel? There are at least a dozen S.H.I.E.L.D. files that would argue the opposite.”

“I’m not joking,” Peter hums. “You can’t deny your angel-hood, Y/N. I’ve already given it to you.”

“I’m giving it back,” you tell him. “Find someone who’s actually a good person.”

“I have,” he asserts. “I just don’t get why you can’t see that. It’s fairly obvious to me.”

You tilt your head to the side. “And why is that?”

“Oh, ‘cause I love you, of course,” Peter says, as easily as if he’s stating a simple, well known fact. Your face must have given away your surprise, because he glances over at you again. “Everything alright?”

“Yeah,” you manage to stutter out, “It’s just, well, I love you too.”

“I know,” he grins, tilting his head up to the night stars.

After that, it gets better, impossibly. As your boyfriend, Peter is in your life even more than before. Sometimes that involves him stopping by your apartment to bring you flowers. Other times, it means he’s willing to help out with the Avengers so long as they don’t ask questions like who he is and why he’s had an abrupt change of heart about wanting to fight with them.

Usually, you don’t want to call him in. The Avengers can be a hassle, which you’ve learned after years of being one of their number. However, when the fights get to be a little out of hand, a little text to your boyfriend means you’ll have another soldier on your side swinging over in five minutes flat, and that’s more welcome than you can even begin to describe.

Even on days like today, when he stops by to take out some robbers who somehow got their hands on alien tech, you couldn’t be happier to see him. The other Avengers are there, and you probably would have got the job done by yourselves, but it would have taken far more time and cost far more blood. Thankfully, you’ve got Spider-Man on dial, and you can solve problems like superpowered thieves in half the time.

You smile at him as he swings up beside you. He’s still got his mask on, of course, but you can sense his smile even despite the fabric in between you. “Thanks for the helping hand, Spider-Man.”

He laughs. “Any time, Angel. You know that.”

Across the street, the Avengers glance up from the robbers they’d been investigating. Tony frowns. “What was that?”

Peter freezes in place. “What was what?”

Tony quickly points his finger between the two of you. “You just called her something. Angel. What was that about?”

Peter lifts a shoulder in his best imitation of a shrug. “A, uh, new callname? Hawk is too obvious.”

Tony narrows his eyes. “And Angel isn’t?”

Peter raises his hands palm up in a universal gesture of helplessness. “I thought it was more interesting, at least.”

Tony doesn’t seem ready to let him off the hook just yet. “And that’s all it is? Just a codename, not anything else?”

Peter’s voice is as smooth as he can make it. “What else could it be, sir?”

You nod, the picture of innocence. “Yeah, Tony, what else could it possibly be?”

Tony stares at both of you, but he can’t find any evidence of wrongdoing. “It had better be. You wouldn’t believe how fast I can squash a spider if need be.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Peter says weakly, and starts hurrying away the second Tony turns his back.

You follow him, giggling to yourself. “Nice save there, bug boy.”

Peter groans. “If I wake up in the middle of the night to find that he’s launched an Iron Army or something to kill me as punishment for dating his adoptive superhero child, it’s totally your fault.”

You pretend to be outraged. “No, it’s not! You’re the one who called me that in the first place, remember? The blame’s all yours.”

Peter reaches an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. “Maybe you shouldn’t be as charming, Y/N. Then I wouldn’t have any problems properly addressing you as a coworker.”

You laugh. “My charm is irresistible, Pete. Give up now.”

“I already have,” he assures you. Such a flirt. You’ve never minded it, though, and you don’t intend to start now.

Sometimes, this city feels as if it was designed to stress you out. As an Avenger, you’ll never have an end to the missions, nor the civilians to save. There will always be one more job in which you could risk your life, and the memories of your time spent in Hydra’s labs won’t let you go anytime soon.

For now, though, the shadows under the skyscrapers seem a little less dark than before, and the faces peering out of apartment windows at you aren’t hostile or threatening but friendly. This is your city, the one you save with your boyfriend. How could it ever be anything but good to you?

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itsscromp · 1 year ago

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I'm a sucker for found family, Mortal Kombat and Spider-Man.

So, I was wondering if I could ask for a reader who's similar to a Tarkatan, with the mouth being all toothy, being friends with Insomniac Peter? I think it'd just be funny to have Peter be like 'yknow we've been friends for a while, you can take off the mask' and they just sit there like.

Insomniac peter parker X reader platonic

Ooh interesting, very very interesting. Let's give it a shot *cracks knuckles* word count: 811

It all happened so fast, one minute you were in San Francisco looking around the new West Coast Avengers base. The next, half the city was destroyed and people were infected with the terrigen mist. Turning them into Inhumans. Now you didn't develop right away. But when you got home in New York. That's when you develop your powers. Enhanced strength and reflexes but it developed abnormalities. Your bones seem to come out of your arms and turned into sharp spears. Not only that... Your mouth turned into lipless razer sharp teeth.

You were a monster, A living breathing monster, seeing the sight in the mirror made you scream in horror. Tears spilling from your eyes, You rushed to the A-day specialists but they said there was nothing that could be done as there was no cure for it. Spiraling into a week's depressive episode, trying to work around everything, specially eating food with razor-sharp teeth. When you do go out in public, you never leave without wearing a long-sleeved shirt to hide the spears and a surgical mask to cover up your teeth. It seemed to work, you looked like everyone else.

But when you met Peter at Doc Ock's lab when he and you were working as interns, you two quickly became close friends. Always never seen without the other. Peter made you feel slightly normal after everything that had happened. But to this day you never showed him your face. Fearing he'll scream in horror and run away. Never wanting to be friends with you ever again. The fear of that happening haunted you.

But one night, when you and Peter were hanging out in his apartment. He noticed you were still wearing your mask inside. It kind of confused him why you were always wearing your mask.

"Hey y/n can I ask you a question ??"

"What's up ??"

"It's been a few months since we met and that, But I've never seen you with your mask off. Your not gonna get sick inside here" He tried to joke. But seeing you shift on the couch uncomfortably made him realise this is serious.

"Hey... what's wrong ??"

He tried to place a hand on your forearm in comfort, but you held it against your chest so he didn't feel the bone. Tears once again sting your eyes. He was gonna find out. Your best friend was going to think you're a monster. Might as well get this over with.

"Peter... If I show you... please don't freak out"

"Y/n, your my friend. why would I ever freak out ??" He smiled comfortingly.

You then began to take off your jacket and rolled up your sleeves, revealing the bone spears. Then taking off your mask, revealing your teeth to him. You didn't even look at him. Waiting for his scream in horror, waiting for the fear in his eyes. All the anxiety and insecurity creeped back and it made you cry.

"Hey hey... it's ok y/n"

"No, it's not Pete !!! I'm a freaking monster, Look at me. I'm terrified of myself. I'm hideous. There's no cure for this..." You spoke through your sobs.

Peter didn't respond, he just let you let everything out. Letting you get all the frustrations out. Once you got everything out, Your voice was raspy and you were shaking. Peter then gently got up and walked to you, unexpectedly to you. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a comforting hug.

"I'm so sorry that this happened to you y/n. I really am, But I'll tell you this now. I wouldn't trade our friendship for anything. You as a person matter more to me than how you look. Your my best friend y/n.. my best friend."

You started to cry again. This time from the overwhelming amount of love. Wrapping your arms around him back and holding him tightly.

"I'm a monster..."

"Your not a monster, Your y/n."

You chuckled at that. Feeling the anxiety and insecurity slowly subside and feeling the weight lifted of your shoulders.

"But I guess... since you told me this, I guess I have a secret to tell you too"

"What do you mean ??" You pulled out of the hug and looked at him in confusion.

He then stepped back and jumped, Jumping to the ceiling and pressing his fingertips on it, Sticking to it and then began to crawl around. You saw this before.

"Your... Spider-Man ??"

He gently nodded and then hopped back down onto the ground.

"But my point still stands. Your you and only you, I wouldn't want to change you in anyway possible" He smiled at you.

You smiled with your eyes. For the first time in a long time, you felt loved, accepted and secure. Your best friend wouldn't change you because you were you. Nothing more nothing less.

A/N: Terrigen Mist and Inhumans were plot points from the Square Enix Avengers game.

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yeehawdemon · 2 years ago

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The Heavy Burden of a Human Heart

"Creature" Ben Reilly x reader | Frankenstein-esq AU about grief, something inhuman becoming man, and a new heart learning to love.

All character descriptions used are based on the characterizations from the Ultimate Spider-Man cartoon that ran on Disney XD from 2012 to 2017. If that actually bothers you, go cry about it.

Chapter 1 - The Image of the Dead

There was something that settled in your chest, like the overgrowth of weeds. A thorny unwanted pain, almost impossible to get rid of. Pounding in your heart, wisping in your mind. No, not the present shaking fear of the dark or a vampire beyond the threshold of your home- but instead, the gentle cry of an anguished heart. Pitiful grief that grips you like a starved dog grips a rabbit in its jaws. The violent thrashing of a predator executing its prey, dancing in your chest like the most dreaded ballet. Your conscience is torn apart by the loss of your very dear friend.

The rain of the summer storm pours heavily down onto the roof of your home, groaning loudly as if sobbing for you. The thick sheets of water weep down the glass pane of your window, the only light in the room being from the thick gray clouds above. Your eyes flick about the room, never staying too long- never ever longer then the time two heartbeats take out of a minute. You couldn't stay for too long, lest your mind settle and begin to wander. It, however, did not work. Your mind began to drift, a sunny afternoon, waving an early goodbye to a smiling face you will never get to see again.

Three weeks, you believe. It's been three weeks since the accident that took the lives of Peter Parker and three other people, and you have yet to let yourself accept it. The old house groans as you suck in a deep breath, soothed by nothing but your own thoughts. It was no one's fault. An accident is an accident, and he died a hero. A hero, but still gone.

The sheets fall from your chest as you sit up, looking out at the trees beyond your window. Living just outside of town has its perks, including the silent company of such lovely giants. Slipping from bed, you tug the duvet off with you. Dragging it across the ground as you make your way over to the seat in your window. The wooden boards squeak under your feet as you shift your weight onto the cushioned extension of the window. Curling up into the pink satin seat, you press your warm face into the cool glass, fogging it slightly.

For as long as you could remember it's always been the four of you. You, Mary-Jane, Harry, and Peter. Always. And of course people and things change, friends change- but not like this. It was never supposed to be like this. What is there for the three of you to do now that... That's a stupid question now isn't that? What other choice is there but to go on without your friend? Your eyes flick over to the newest letter from your parents, states away they write you from the sea-side you chose not to see. Wanting to spend the last summer with your friends before they went off to college instead. They are blissfully unaware of the news, and of your quiet suffering.

It's been two weeks since that actual funeral, and you haven't seen anyone since. Locked yourself away, unwilling to see anyone. You should, however, go food shopping soon. Your parents sent money again, and you shouldn't let it sit while you commit suicide via malnourishment. However, if you didn't, at least you could see him again. You find yourself gazing outside again, down at the wide clearing your parents called a courtyard. No grass, creating a goopy, muddy mess. That would probably be a nightmare to traverse until it was dry... maybe locking yourself away wasn't such a terrible idea after all.

Your eyes wander the courtyard, allowing your thoughts to go blank and hum a lullaby your mother hasn't sung to you in years. It's a gentle comfort, one needed beyond even you know.

From the side of the house, emerges a figure. Stumbling all over themselves and getting stuck in the thick mud. The notes catch in your throat, an abrupt stop as you are ripped from your thoughts. Your heart pounds as the very worst possibilities formulate in your head. Was this person here to try and break in? Did they know you were home alone? Through the sound of the pouring rain and the natural muffling from the window pane, you can hear them grunt in distress. Your eyes flutter in surprise as a worry builds in your chest.

No. No, this person was not someone with sinister intentions. They look... disoriented, mostly confused, partially hunched over as they stumble about... and this is no type of night for anyone to be out. They'll get ill. Whoever they are obviously they need help.

Help. That's what he'd want you to do, at least.

Quick as a whip, you grab the oil lamp you kept on your writing desk and pull a long old hat pin your grandmother had willed to you. Quickly rushing to your bedroom door. With a short turn of the nob, your surroundings are illuminated dimly. The small amount of light guides you to the stairs and down them as quickly as possible. Your steps are rushed and unsteady as you almost trip over yourself just to get to the front door. Rushing so quick, you don't even give the floorboards time to groan under your weight.

The front door swings open with you. Practically falling out onto the porch, you brace yourself against the railing, chest heaving. A waft of damp air hits your skin, causing your hair to stand on end. "Hello!?" You yell out to them as they stumble to a stable stop. They're not too far away and they're facing you, but you can't make out any discernible features. Their elbows are bared outwards as they hold the sides of their head. Letting out pained and definitely confused grunts. You step forward to the edge of the porch. "What are you doing out here in this rain? Do you need-" Turning the knob of the lamp to increase the brightness, you illuminate most of a courtyard to a certain degree. "...Help?" Your eyes widen in a cocktail of emotions that swirl like a hurricane.

They stand up straight, a broad form looking directly at you like a scared deer. Rain rolls down their pale skin, cold and unforgiving. Their chest heaves, but they don't much more. And well, it's not hard to tell that they... Are actually a he.

He's nude, completely bare as if this was the day he was born. Hair cut short, around half an inch from his scalp. Skin covered with these long stitched up wounds, red with freshness, that wrapped around the circumference of his limbs and torso just above the joint areas. There's one that draws your attention far longer than the others. It forms a 'v' on his chest, the point of which continues in a singular line all the way down to his mound. There was something else off... just wrong about the way his body looked in a way you just can not place. But that wasn't what you came to fixate on. The hat pin, which you had grabbed to use as self defense just in case, slips from your fingers. The metal clattering down the step before sheathing itself in the mud. His nose had a wound that stretched from the bridge to below his left eye and was bruised like it had been broken. It had obviously been reshaped through the break, but that didn't stop your recognition.

The sharp contours of his jaw and famously chapped lips. Wide blue eyes- not blue like the sky at noon or a body of water, but blue like the world during the first licks of morning's newborn light. They bore into you like inhuman beacons, seemingly picking up your fear and reflecting it out back to you. A face you know well, a face you had recently said a very last goodbye to.

You step forward and down into the stairs, voice strung high in disbelief. Bitter, cold rain hits your scalp and slides down the back of your neck, heart twinging at the vision before you. It's not- no. There's no way it is. "Pete-" The movement and sound of your voice seems to scare him, causing him to stumble around again with an angered grunt. The very second he finds his balance, he turns, sprinting straight for the woods. The wave of shock and confusion renders your critical thinking ineffective. "Peter!" You scream into the night, taking off after him. Into the rain and the disgustingly thick mud. Not nearly as fast as him, you trail behind. Pushing through the tree line after him as fast you possibly could. Only being able to follow him by the light glinting off his back.

"Peter, Peter please! Come back! Come back, please!" You yell, slowly losing him in your sights. A loose root finds itself looped over your now dirty feet, sending you flying forwards into the wet ground. The lamp in your hand shatters, glass shards embedding themselves into the palm of your hand.

Even days after, those eyes haunted you. Cutting into you like the blade of a bayonet. You already know the gunshot of the loss of your friend, what a horrible comedy is the stab of seeing his face on a body that wasn't his. That... that wasn't him. It couldn't have been. Too tall, too broad, too... alive. Your heart beats with a confused pattern, mind a mess of confuddled thoughts mixing with murmurs of rationality and denial. There was a part of the rational thoughts that tried to convince itself that it was all a dream. Your grief manifested itself in the realm of your rest, concocting a traumatizing vision in spite of your healing mind. However the bruises on your knees and the deep gashes in your palms tell a much different story.

The market was just as full as it always was. Had the summer rain continued any longer, the street would have been baren except for the willing few. Everyone was dressed nicely, including yourself. Arm in arm with either a parent or a partner, excluding yourself. While you've always preferred colder, wetter weather, you've found yourself glad the storm has gone. There is a pleasant warmth in the air accompanied by a light breeze, it's something more akin to late spring or early summer. Either way, the change is a pleasant and welcome one. Wandering past vendors and barely even looking at what they had to offer. Everything around you felt muddled. Speech, faces, prices. The only things that had found their way into your hand basket was a single jar of lavender honey and loaf of fresh bread. Nothing else seemed to be appealing.

Even though you feel as if your head is a million miles away, being out and surrounded by people makes you feel less alone. Less crazy. Like you could ignore what had happened only a few nights ago. Allowing yourself to only dwell on your friends' loss as former school mates and their mothers pass and shoot you sympathetic glances. Some men, giving you solemn nods. While he left an impression on those he was close to, Peter Parker was not a particularly popular boy. Smart, a bit geekish sometimes, but kind, snarky, and overwhelmingly funny. Not this many people knew or had any attachment to him in life. The only times he stood out were when he got to flaunt his intelligence, and when he had lost his uncle. Other then the accident itself, people knew of his death so widely and acted like this for one reason.

His Aunt.

May Parker is a kind, fun, and spunky woman armed endlessly with the most dangerous thing imaginable- Compassion. She's warm, bright, and is the type of person who can make everyone in a room love her without even trying. She isn't naïve or weak, like some might assume of someone with these traits. She's intelligent, professionally cautious, and unimaginably strong. She's the breadwinner of her home, took care of her nephew and maintained her social and professional relationships even after losing the love of her life.

Now that you think about it, you wonder how she's doing now. She is so strong, but... her husband and the nephew they raised, within only a few years of each other. You only hope she's found some way to not destroy herself, to not be like you.

A startled noise leaves you as another body slams into yours. It's not hard enough to hurt or knock you back, but enough to bring you out of the confines of your head. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I've been so distracted..." You take the blame immediately, because you know it is your fault. If you had been paying attention it wouldn't have happened. Oh. They say that if you wake up in the middle of the night it's because someone is thinking of you, maybe this is similar. Thinking about someone enough to make them appear before you.

She's just as shocked as you are for a split second before she forces a smile. Something unlike her, because she's rarely not smiling. A smile is as natural to her as waves are to the ocean. However you understand and wished there was something you could do to take that away. She says your name gently, and your heart pangs with sympathy. Her smile and tone have the same amount of unhideable melancholy.

With a small tilt of your head, you give her a smile as well- but you're sure it's not too far off from hers. "Hello, Mrs. Parker." You say, knowing she prefers to be referred to by her first name, but wanting to show her respect is such a trying and delicate time. There was a soft hum from her, followed by a light chuckle.

"Oh sweetie, there's no need to be so formal." Her tone holds that sweetness that she is known for, and you can tell that it wasn't forced. She reaches out, and places her hands on your upper arms. "How have you been?" She asks. How like her to ask about someone else's life and feelings during what is probably the worst time in her life.

"I'm..." You can't get a solid answer out, or rather, you can't say anything at all. When you try, all you can see in your mind is the wooden box covered in flowers, nailed shut with one of your best friends inside. Beside it, her. Head down, lips pursed as she tries not to cry again, even though she knows not a soul would blame her if she did. The shared silence says more than any combination of words ever could. Both of your smiles drop flat in a shared knowing. You're both hurting, and you hate that now she knows that you are. You know how upset thinking about you, M.J., and Harry grieving this loss will make her. That's the very last thing you'd want her to worry about.

In that, she wraps her arms around you, and you her. Tucked into one another in a tight embrace. You hadn't gotten to hug her like this at the funeral, one small hug before everyone was rushed to the graveside. She was much too busy with everything else, and you stood off to the side. Hand in hand with Mary-Jane. The two of you gripping each other as if you were to let go, the other would slip away for good. It felt good in a way, once again less alone, but like everything you were feeling was tangible and real. Your grief was nowhere near as intense as what she feels, and you know that with every part of your being- but maybe, just maybe, she's getting some relief from that empty longing pain too.

The other side of the park is a much more suitable place to talk, in the warm summer breeze floats the sounds of the farmers market in the distance. Quiet enough to not mean anything at all. The both of you sit on the park bench. Quietly discussing how you were dealing. You tried your hardest to be honest with her, but one large thing gnawed at you. Something you couldn't possibly tell her. A terrible, delusional, secret. Try as you may to keep it from her and swallow it, it keeps coming back up. Like rich, fatty food in an unsettled stomach.

Your incisors and canines tearing into the wet, fleshy warmth of your inner lips. Chewing them and dotting your tongue with the taste of blood. The taste of blood complimented by the smell of the lavender grown out around the bench legs, the summer-y purple blooms licking at your ankles as they sway in the aforementioned breeze. In fact, many flowers were in bloom despite the scorching afternoons. Small, white daisies are grouped together just behind you and you can only see them out of the corner of your eye. The unseasonal storm must have done them well to have survived this long. Farther on behind May are meadow-like bushels of tiny purple flowers with thin, vine-like stems... behind May.

Oh.

The sound of your name being repeated sucks you right back out of the cozy hiding spot you'd crafted out of full flower beds in your head. Your eyes widen as you notice her worried expression. She says your name again, but this time in a firm and caring tone. "There's something bothering you, isn't there?" Of course there was, but you couldn't tell her. Right?

"A couple of days ago, I... I had a dream, and I saw Peter."

The concern in her eyes washes away, gaze softening as that same sad smile returns. Gently placing one of her hands over yours. "Would you like to talk about it?" It's a simple question, but it makes your heart pang.

No. No you don't. You don't even want her to know something so awful. That there's a... 'man' out there running around with her nephew's face? Even with you framing it as a dream, that's still not a dream you'd want her to know about. "No. It... was dark, and terrible. I don't want you to have to think about it." Your voice cracks as you look down at your folded hands. Hers holding onto yours with such a gentle and reassuring grasp. All the years you've known this wonderful woman, she's always been so kind and accepting. The last thing you'd want to do in the wake of your friend's death is upset her even more.

She gives your hand another squeeze, causing you to look back up at her. There's a look in her eyes, it's too many things for you to possibly place. Concern, grief, fear... knowing. A lump forms in your throat as you force your eyes open wider, trying to fight tears. You didn't want to do this to her, you didn't want to lay everything you were feeling on a woman who is quite literally going through the unimaginable. You wished your mother and father were here. That you could curl up in their laps like a child and sob into their shoulders.

Her chest deflates with a sigh, shoulders relaxing as her lips press flat, something she wants to say resting just on the tip of her tongue. There's an unimaginable weight on her right now, and you're beginning to see how much it's aged her. May Parker was always known for how active and lively she is, but... she just looks so tired. Gently, you rub your thumb over the back of her hand, trying to give back the support she had just given you. "Well, I think we've all been struggling with... some darker thoughts since what happened to Peter's grave."

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mthofferings2023 · 1 year ago

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Will create works for the following relationships: Steven Grant/Jake Lockley/Marc Spector - 616, MCU Layla El-Faouly/Steven Grant/Marc Spector - 616, MCU Miguel O'Hara/Peter Parker/Mary Jane Watson - Spider-Verse (animated films) Miguel O'Hara-centric - Spider-Verse (animated films) Khonshu-centric - 616, MCU Jean-Paul Duchamp/Steven Grant/Jake Lockley/Marc Spector - 616, MCU Jean-Paul Duchamp/Steven Grant - 616 Layla El-Faouly/Steven Grant/Jake Lockley/Greer Grant Nelson/Marc Spector - 616, MCU Astronaut Marc/Jean-Paul Duchamp - 616, MCU The House of Shadows-centric - 616

Work Description: (This is my NSFW listing, if you are interested in non-sexual work, please look for my other auction.) This listing is for a sexually explicit fic piece starting at ~1,000 words. Each $2 bid will increase the piece’s word count by ~200 words, up to ~4,000 words maximum. If desired by the winner, the resulting word count may be split among multiple smaller fics. It may also inhabit a lower word count than the maximum if it is hit in bidding (IE: even if this auction hits a $40 bid, if you would like only a 2k word fic, I can do that). Word count is not exact and I may go slightly over or under depending on what fits the story best, but I will try to stick as close as I can. Due to current projects and plans, I will not be able to begin active prose work on this piece until early 2024 (likely early January, if not a bit later. I will communicate my availability with the winner). Discussions, planning, and an outline are welcome to be discussed and hammered out before then. This piece as well as my other listing will be taking the place of two regular commission slots for my January opening, and it is unlikely I will open more slots at that time. Winning a listing from me here is the best way to guarantee a slot from me in the near future. Clarifications for listed relationships/characters: For any polyamorous relationships, I am open to the whole group listed, as well as any combination of characters listed within that group (IE: I am open to writing polyamorous Marc/Steven/Jake/Jean-Paul, as well as any combination within such as Marc/Jake, Jean-Paul/Jake/Steven, etc.). If a relationship you are interested in is not listed here but seems to fit with what I’m open to (IE: Layla and Jean-Paul both being with the Moon Knight System at the same time, someone engaging sexually with the House of Shadows, Miguel x MK System) you are welcome to bid and reach out to discuss it with me. I may not be open to all pair ups or explorations, however, so please make sure you are at least interested in a story with what I already have listed. The "Astronaut Marc" listing refers to Captain Spector/Commander/MK-1 AKA the spaceman alter featured in the Lemire run, and his inner world version of Frenchie who fights alongside him. I am open to headcanoned characterizations/stories for these two, as well as larger AUs should the winner want to do something extra fun with them. Both the House of Shadows and Khonshu are listed as I greatly enjoy inanimate/nonhuman/godly sex, and if anyone out there would like some good old eldritch building or god fucking, I am very very open to that. I am very specific about how I pair Khonshu with other characters, however, so work with him would be less flexible on what I’m open for outside of a solo scenario. Although comics Steven/Jean-Paul is covered by my polyamorous relationship pair up rule, I am especially interested in the MacKay versions of Steven and Jean-Paul as a ship, and would love to create for them. Further content clarifications: I would like the focus of this story to be on sexual intimacy, porn, etc. as I’m interested in creating a short and smutty piece we can both be excited about and have fun with, so as long as it fits with my content boundaries, weird and wild ideas are welcome! Plot build up outside of the main sexual content will be kept to a minimum unless further discussed. I am open to melding aspects of different universes together in whatever way the winner would like (IE: MCU Moon Knight System interacting with Lemire Run events). Additionally, characters regularly a part of the chosen cast but not listed above are welcome to feature (IE: Gena, Crawley, Lyla, Mayday), and additional side characters or Marvel cameos are welcome but only in brief mentions or appearances. Trans headcanons are more than welcome for any character! And further headcanons such as kink preference, body features (bottom growth, top surgery/bottom surgery or not, etc.) may be discussed as well. While 616 is listed for all Moon Knight characters, I am not comfortable writing for runs I am not familiar with or am uncomfortable with (see DNWs above for some runs). I am most familiar with the Lemire 2016 run and the MacKay 2021 run versions of the characters. Headcanoned versions of additional Moon Knight system headmates are allowed to a certain extent (IE: Mr. Knight as a separate headmate or Dr. Harrow as a separate headmate would be fine, an original child alter would not). Examples of my explicit work can be found in my portfolio links! If you would like further examples of my explicit content, a few short original pieces may be found here and here. When contacting me after winning, please have a general idea of the story you would like to see. Further discussion on things like specific beats, headcanons, point of view, and tense may be discussed after.

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docgold13 · 1 year ago

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In the 80s and particularly the 90s, were Marvel making a real attempt of pushing Quicksilver as one of their top bill superheroes? It feels like Pietro was a bigger part of the Marvel Universe at the time - he was regular member of the Avengers, a main character in Age of Apocalypse, had strong connections to both the Mutants and Inhumans while also getting his own solo run for a bit. Nowadays, he seems a bit more low profile by comparison. What do you think?

I think Pietro's a fascinating character and I'm surprised he is not more popular and featured in both the Marvel comic universe and cinematic universe.

Although the same things that make him interesting... his brashness, his troubles with patience, his ADHD-like difficulties with interpersonal interactions, his angst-based misplaced sense of superiority... also act to make him less liked by some readers.

The mainstream fanbase can deal with neurotic characters, but only as long as they are sweet and ernest. Peter Parker and Ben Grimm suffer from psychological hardships, but they're also super kind and easier to root for. Whereas Pietro is much more prickly and thus doesn't have that same wide-spread appeal.

Then of course things were not helped by the corporate fighting between Fox and Disney when both studios shared rights to Quicksilver. It seemed like Avengers Age of Ultron killed Quicksilver off almost as a means of putting a thumb in the eye of the X-Men movies over at Fox.

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dr0wning-in-hell · 7 years ago

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Foresight / series masterlist - Peter Parker

Summary : Y/N and Peter could see the day when they would meet, their soulmate bond made that possible. They were both from completely opposite sides of the pond. Peter was from New York, and Y/N was being raised in the Red Room. Neither of them ever thought they would meet their soulmates, until the day they did.

warnings : probably a lot of angst, cursing, some PTSD from the reader, violence, mentions of death, fluff near the end, but really just a lot of angst.

pairing / characters : Peter Parker x inhuman!reader, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Sam Wilson, Bruce Banner, Steve Rogers, Wanda Maximoff, mentions of Daisy Johnson,

prompt : Some soulmates had different connections to their S/O, but then their were those that could see the future, the day when they would finally meet one another. They’re never given the time, or the day. Just the place and the person.

A/N : soulmate!au. I will be updating this as often as I can. I hope you all enjoy reading this just as much as I enjoyed writing it! crossed out = coming soon.

intro → foresight

part one → the dream

part two → help

part three → first meeting

part four → how to feel

part five → lights

part six → ashamed

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sabine-leo · 6 years ago

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Solid chaos - Part 2

Note: I got a request from @drakesfiance for a fic

Summary: Living in a world were The Avengers exist and save the world repeatedly you find yourself one morning with inhuman abilities of your own. How will your boyfriend Tom react when he get´s back from his audition?

How will he cope with meeting the persons he never dreamed of meetng.

Author: @sabine-leo

Idea of: @drakesfiance

Part: 2 /probably 2

Genre: Angst, Humor, Fluff, Uncertainty, Teasing

Part 2

At least you had made the day for Tom special. He was about to meet Loki in the next few minutes.

A hell, what were you talking about. This day was special to you too, but you were to precarious to let the fact that you were INSIDE the most special building with the most special persons get under your skin.

Banner caught your attention again. “Have you tried to materialize from one place to another?”

Materialize? What?! “No, I.. I was shocked enough to be stuck half in a wall to try what else humanly impossible I could do.” You sighed. “Sorry, that came out rude…My head is dizzy from all that mind spinning.” Tom put his hand on your knee and squeezed lightly.

“You have every right to be rude for a while, darling.”

Bruce laughed a little. “You should´ve seen me as my… Anger issues… just had begun. Although I would advise you not to get on Loki’s nerves too much.” He smiled a half smile and Tony snorted a little. The sliding doors opened up and a rock of a man with blond hair stood in front of you a second later. Thor…

“What´s up with the call Tony? We don´t have another heart to heart on the round table again? Oh, who are these…Oh boy…” Thor only took a second notice of you before standing in front of Tom.

He sized Tom up with a very intense glance. “This is freaky!” Thor boomed and shook his head and turned to Tony. “Don´t you see that? Did you call me because of this?” Tony seemed clueless and shrugged. “Don´t know what you mean Thor, I called you to fetch your brother and bring him here. Where is he now?!”

“Common? Seriously? Don´t you see it?” Thor laughed a little. But then the doors opened anew and a somewhat bored looking Loki came in. Hands on his hips he looked around.

“You needed my presence?” He looked at you. Directly into your eyes and you felt an electric shock inside your head. “Oh…what have we here… You found someone to pass the time with.”

His mischievous smile was some sort of handsome.

Tom stood up and cleared his throat. “Excuse the interruption Mr Loki. God of.. Prince of…”

Oh my, Tom stammered like he was star struck all over again. “This…is.. I mean, she is… I am…”

Loki let his head fall back and rolled his eyes. “Not another stumbling, mumbling court jester. She´ll do to put me out of my misery for a while” Tony had to keep a laugh from escaping him. Bruce came to the rescue.

“Loki, this is Tom Hiddleston the famous actor…and his GIRLFRIEND (Y/N)…” He started but got interrupted by Loki again. “Girlfriend….I see.. haven´t had a decent threesome for a while now but he has to keep his mouth shut!” That was to much for Tony, he collapsed laughingly onto a chair.

Banner looked at you in a silent apology and said. “He has to grow on you…” You looked to Loki again and answered “I can see that!” That made Loki grin and smile. “Sass, I like sass!”

The whole conversation got Tom to put himself together again, even though he had red cheeks and fidgeted around with his glasses a lot. “I´m so sorry, I was a bit..” he laughed and made a step forward “…awestruck I guess.. with you being a god and all that.” A little nervous laugh escaped him.

“I´m Tom and it is so good to finally meet you in the flesh. I think you really were misunderstood all the last years and..” Loki eyed Tom anew and tilted his head. “Maybe not a jester.. maybe another Loki’s Army member.” He teased which made Tom grin.

Thor couldn´t hold himself back any longer. He took his brother and just put him next to Tom as if he weighed nothing or wasn´t someone you´d better not mess around with. Then again, they were brothers and possibly used to manhandling each other. Having Tom and Loki now next to each other he fanned his arms out and leaned back a little. “There… Don´t you see it?!”

“Did you hit your head on your hammer?!” Tony asked as he could stop himself from laughing. Drying the tears that had spilled out of his eyes. “That´s a very good question Stark!” Loki prompted and crossed his arms over his chest, just like Tom did. Thor just threw his hand out to point at those two men and looked exasperated. Bruce narrowed his eyes and stood next to Thor for a second.

“Ah.. I can see what you….nah, sorry.. can´t see anything.” He stated and looked again. Thor just hollered. “They look alike! It´s like they are mirror images of each other.”

Ok, maybe the god of thunder had fried his brain with a little bit too much lightning the last hour?! You joined Bruce and him and looked…really looked. “The are the same height and both lean but otherwise...” You went over to hug Tom and hold onto him. “There is no one like Tom.”

Loki now turned and eyed Tom for a second. “Did you call me here to get fangirled over and have a fashion talk or belittle me because I look like a normal human?” Thor laughed. “HA! You see the resemblance then, brother! Ok, you don´t seem to be alike on the inside, but with a little hair dye, some leather and a bit less stutter he could be your double! It´s like you are a mirror image of each other just with a different …attitude.”

Now Tony stood too and eyed Loki and Tom intensely. “Like a good and a bad version of Loki”

Tom AND Loki both reacted simultaneously “I`m just misunderstood” “He´s just misunderstood”

Their head turned to each other and they grinned. That was just too much for you to handle after the day you had. You thought of fresh air and grass under your feet and…

“(Y/N) ??? where is she gone?!” Chaos erupted inside the conference room as everybody looked around to find you.

Loki bit his lip “Now THIS is interesting!” …and was gone the next second too.

Tom panicked and ran out of the building to stop dead in his tracks as he saw you standing on the grass 15meters away. Loki by your side. A gasp of relief escaped him and he ran to you.

“What was that darling?” he tucked you into his arms.

Loki answered for you. “She just thought of fresh air and grass under her feet, haven´t you you sapid bird?!” You just nodded and closed your eyes for a second and let Toms arms keep you safe. Loki touched Toms shoulder and said a little intensely into your ear. “Think about the conference room. Envision us being back in there… NOW!” Tom was about to say to Loki that he shouldn´t put such pressure on you as he blinked and another gasp escaped him. The three of you were back were you had been just 2 minutes ago.

Loki let go of Toms shoulder and sat down. Putting his feet on the table and leaning back in his chair.

“This is getting very interesting indeed. Even better then a fleeting threesome. This little bird has abilities like I do. I sensed something as I entered the room but got distracted for a moment.”

You had what?

Tom just laughed and kissed your forehead. “You really are my Loki darling!”

Loki discarded that statement with a handwave and asked. “When did the abilities manifest themselves? Who in your family is from Asgard?”

Yeah, that was exactly what you wanted to know.

Tom felt the exhaustion you were feeling and held you close, sitting down he took you into his lap and answered. “This week and we don´t know. We suspect her late grandmother but we don´t know for sure. We have as many questions as you have…probably even more, but (Y/N) is exhausted and I don´t think we.. she is safe in our hotelroom. The man who followed her had an emblem on his jacket.” Tom took a paper and a pen from the table and singlehandedly began to draw the emblem out of his mind. He pushed it onto the table afterwards and saw faces squinch up.

“That can´t be…this looks like HYDRA.” Banner said quietly and took the paper in his hands. Tony snatched it from him and nodded. “HYDRA…You are most definitely not safe in your hotelroom.”

Loki tilted his head and said. “She still has to spread her abilities wings at first, but if her capabilities grow exponential like I think they will…think about the things they could make her do. Thor …think about the things I could do as a child…”

Thor cringed a little and nodded to his brother. “You´ll be under our protection from now on, but you´ll have to learn to harvest and handle your powers quick. And you need to learn to fight!”

Tom looked a bit frightened on your behalf. “I´ll be by her side. Train me too!” He said hoarse.

Tony looked into Loki’s eyes. “As you both seem to have the same lean frame as Thor so unintendedly demonstrated I need you to train him…and her. You know how to handle her abilities best. Bruce and I will hit the lab and try to bring something up like a suit or protection for her. We will probably need to pick your brain about how to build in everything her abilities will need to function correctly.” He took a deep breath as Loki nodded in understanding. “I´ll send Peter to the hotel to collect your stuff. Welcome to the compound, you´ll probably wish you wouldn´t have come in here in 3 days max!” Loki grinned and sat up straight. “That’s a whole different threesome than I imagined at first, but it will be at least as sweaty and exhausting.” He winked at you and Tom.

8 weeks into your training you knew exactly what Loki had meant. Panting you lay down on the padded floor inside the gym. “I yield… Loki…I can´t take anymore for today!” Clad in leather Loki appeared above your head, looking down on you. “This was better than yesterday, but you need to improve your defence on your right-hand side.” He held out his hand and tucked you up.

Tom leaning on a wall in his sportswear nodded.

“I saw the openings quite easily…” Tom and Loki had made a pact it seemed. They wanted to drive you insane…and they were succeeding. But Tom did it out of love and fear of you being defenceless in a fight. Loki on the other hand had just sheer fun to see you crawling out of the gym every day.

“Your turn!” Loki called Tom over and, in an illusion, changed his looks into Toms. You could see the resemblance Thor had pointed out more than once now. But besides that, Tom and Loki were like night and day. You had no problems to tell them apart, even with Loki’s tricks.

“Don´t fight like a gentleman…you know that can get you killed very fast! Fight a little more…mischievously” Loki said as he took his position opposite Tom and drew 2 short wooden katana swords.

Tom held onto his one longer katana and took his starting position. He had learned fast and was good at it. His acting in some period films had him in a little bit of an advantage. Already trained with a sword he could hold of Loki for a while. It was to Toms credit that Loki grinned when he got blocked and fought off more often than not today. Loki enjoyed the sparing with your boyfriend. And if you weren´t that exhausted you would enjoy it a hell of a lot more too. Tom was hot! He moved fast and nimble and just looked insanely at ease fighting a god.

Bruce came in and sat beside you against the wall and watched Loki and Tom going head to head.

“If I wouldn´t be a fan of your boyfriend already I would be now!” he smiled and you laughed.

“You are both coping really well with your situation.” He added.

You smiled and looked at him. “I only cope with it because Tom is at my side. He put his life on hold for me. He put me first…” Bruce looked at Tom and then in your eyes again.

“He loves you invariably... and you love him that way too. It´s pretty obvious to everybody around here that the two of you are one heart in two bodies….one soul…” Bruce had become a friend in your eyes. He always seemed to find the right words. He was a wholeheartedly good person.

“Thank you, Bruce.” You smiled and the both of you cheered as Tom almost…almost put Loki on his back.

When you weren’t in the gym you were in the lab with Bruce and Tony working on your very own armoured suit or in the conference room trying to reconstruct your family and finding out more about your heritage. There were some clues you still had to unravel but it was obvious that your gran had been the one to pass on some extra genes that made you who you were today. Deciding that living in the past wasn´t the way of living you needed these days you stopped investigating in favour of training your abilities and fight skills.

Tomorrow you and Tom would fly back to London for 2 weeks and then come back to the compound again. You needed to gather some things in your home and bring them here to resume your training.

Loki would sporadically show up in London to help you stay focused and as a failsafe security measure. Tom had requested it and Loki was more than willing to escape his daily routine in the compound. After the initial somewhat wrong start the two of them had they became some sort of friends. Tom acting as Loki’s conscience now and then, and Loki training Tom to fight dirtier, play dirtier if need be. He couldn´t change the core of your man, but he could help him accept the chaos that lived even inside him…and embrace it at times.

Laying in bed with Tom after a hot, steamy shower you cuddled up to him and kissed him.

“I can´t say thank you enough!” he looked at you. “For what darling?”

“For loving me, with all my…weirdness, without conditions, for accepting me the way I am.”

Tom kissed you deeply before he answered.

“Love, you are mine…always will be. Nothing will change that! I´ll just have to put a ring on it for the rest of the world to see one day!”

You knew that there wasn´t an obstacle you couldn’t overcome with this man by your side…And the newfound family of extraordinary people here in this compound. Whatever HYDRA had planned for you, they´d better watch out… You were ready to take your life back into your own hands again.

Note: This could be the end...but it don´t has to be...

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dragonsfictavern · 3 years ago

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On Thin Ice

Peter Parker x Reader

a/n: You can imagine any Peter Parker you want but while writing this I imagined Andrew Garfield’s Peter Parker/Spider-Man.

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“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” Peter grumbled as he hunched over a reindeer decorated bin that was acting as a skating helper. He looks up at you, brows raised. “Why am I doing this again? Please, remind me why I subject myself to this inhumane torture,” Peter asked, lips pursed to stop himself from grinning.

You mirror his expression as you skate slowly to stay with him during this huge struggle.

“Because you love me,” you respond matter-of-factly, a cheeky smile coming in right behind it. Peter flops his head, nodding.

“Right… forgot about that,” he responds, his voice gravelly. Your jaw drops as you let out a few huffed laughs. You pretend to not see Peter smiling out of the corner of your eye.

“I will kick this reindeer away from you, Peter Parker. Let’s see how well you fare then,” you tease, looking over at him to see him already staring at you with those eyes… those eyes that just melt your heart. You send him a wink before skating forward. Peter shakes his head, looking down at the reindeer, his waist bent down in order to rest his hands on its back.

“This thing is both amazing and incredibly humiliating. I need help,” he states, still looking down at the decorated bin. You furrow your brows.

“With skating?” You ask, more so teasing him than genuinely asking.

“Yes, with skating. Clearly,” he responds as he wobbles, even with the bin helping.

“Well isn’t that what little Rudolph here is for?” You question, bending down to bop the reindeers glowing nose that was made from a bit of plastic and a little red light.

“I don’t want Rudolph,” he says with a little pout in his tone. You look down at him to see him already looking at you, grinning. “I want you.”

“Awe, well isn’t that a sweet compliment,” you say, brushing off the way that made you feel. He rolls his eyes, smiling.

“Help me.”

“How am I meant to help you with your issues in balance?” You respond, moving closer to him in order to move out of another couples way.

“Hold me,” he answers, his smile only growing wider and more excited. He pushes off the reindeer and moves to stand on shaky legs as you grow confused as you’re not sure how that would work.

“Hold you? You want me to actually hold you as we skate with razor sharp blades on our feet?” You ask, turning to face him on the ice. You’ve both stopped moving now that Peter isn’t holding onto the reindeer. The little guy merely sits between you two.

“Uh…” Peter trails off awkwardly, looking away for a moment as his brows furrow. “Yes?” He finishes, meeting your eye and looking almost as puzzled as yourself. You stare into each other’s eyes as if they each hold the answers you two are looking for. But nothing. You slap your hands on your thighs, sighing and giving into your boyfriend's request.

“Alright, fine…” excitement lights up Peter’s face and he bits his lip as he kicks Rudolph away from him. He tries his best to walk on the ice until he’s reached your arms. With his arms around your waist, you both look forward as a small child cheers as he grabs hold of Rudolph and skates onward. Peter turns to look at you with a mischievous smile and a glint in his eye.

“Oh! And there goes my ride. Guess you’re stuck with me now,” he says as though he’s tricked you. You can’t help but smile back as you nod.

“I guess I am,” you say back, holding him a bit closer.

You look down as you realize neither of you can skate with the way you’re standing. So you reluctantly let Peter go. You try grabbing his hands but you can’t skate backwards so that wouldn’t work. You start to loop your arm in his but that wouldn’t give either of you much stability. You skate behind him and try to hold onto his hips but that definitely wouldn’t work. All the while Peter merely stands there silently, smiling, as he watches each and every one of your movements. Not disagreeing or helping or offering suggestions. Just enjoying you.

“Ugh, I have no idea how we’re meant to do this,” you grumble, moving back to his side.

“Just hold me. Cradle me in your arms and cherish me like a lover,” he says tilting his head up and shaking it like he’s just made a declaration. You burst out laughing as your left arm wraps around his waist and your right holds onto his hand.

“Oh my god,” you breathe out through your laughter. You can feel Peter’s eyes trained on you but you can barely see him through the cloud of tears forming.

The two of you begin to skate and the form chosen seems to be enough to help Peter without knocking you down. Though you do eye how close your skates are to each other. You two begin to make distance around the ring.

“See? This isn’t going too bad. I’ll get the hang of it in no time!” Peter explains, looking content as he looks between the ice ahead and his skates. You nod.

“Oh yeah, with me guiding you like this, I think you’ll make pro by the start of this season,” you say, adding a sarcastic jolly-ness to your voice.

“Your confidence in me constantly astounds me,” Peter says amusedly as he fights off a smile, still incredibly focused on skating. You shrug as best you can.

“Well… I do try.”

“It shows,” he responds with a loose nod of his own.

You two continue to skate, each of you watching the ice, the people around you, and your skates. Peter was doing surprisingly well. He seemed to be getting better but you didn’t really want to let go. You look up at him, smiling. He lifts his head soon after, meeting your eye and sending a smile that rivaled your own. He was beautiful.

But as you watch him, your focus leaving the act of skating, your skate clinks against his and forces the blades to dig into the ice. Your eyes widen as you realize you’re both beginning to fall forward.

“AH- Peter!” You shout in distress, your bodies getting closer and closer to the hard ice.

In what seems to be an instant, Peter catches himself from falling on the ice, he skates elegantly, turning around, maneuvering around you, and dipping his knees in order to catch you. His arm slips under your waist and the other slips over it, catching you and bringing you into his arms before you could hit the ice.

You breathe out hard, your eyes wide as you try to catch your breath. Peter stands, straightening his knees as you remain dipped, your body in a diagonal line as you lay in Peter’s arms.

When you come to your senses and your eyes finally unwiden and go back to their normal shape, you look up at Peter in amazement, a wide smile on your face as you take in his every feature.

“Nice catch, Spider-Man,” you say, trying to be cheeky. Peter breaks out into a grin before it falls to a soft smile.

“You know I’ll always catch you,” he responds, his eyes sparkling. You nod slowly in agreement.

“Yeah, I know,” you say softly. You look down down at his arms around you as you account to what exactly just happened. “Wait a minute… how did you do that?” You ask, looking up at him with lowered brows. You see his eyes widen slightly, just for a second, so quick you almost miss it.

“Do what?” He asked quickly, still not letting you up. You look around at your position once again.

“The turn thing. A-and the catching. And—“ you gasp, your wide eyes darting up to look at him. “Peter Parker, did you lie to me?” You accuse. Peter’s face scrunches up as he jerks his head back before shaking it.

“W-whaaat, I would never,” he denies half-heartedly. Your jaw drops.

“Did you pretend not to know how to ice skate just so I’d take you up in my big strong arms?” You joke, the both of you looking down at your arms that were anything but big and strong. Peter looks back at you.

“Maybe… so what if I did,” he says, raising his chin at you. You gasp dramatically.

“The deception! How will I be able to trust you now?” You dramatize, your expressions exaggerated. He purses his lips in faux thought.

“How about I tell you a secret,” he decides, a soft look overcoming his features. You grin. Peter finally moves, pulling you up from your dip and fully standing in his arms. Your hands fall against his chest as you relax into his form.

“Hmm. That could save our faltering bond of trust. But it would have to be pretty good. I already know the biggest one you have,” you say, hinting at the knowledge of his superhero alter ego. Peter shakes his head.

“Not my biggest.”

“Not your biggest?! Well then you must tell me. If only to keep yourself in my good graces.” Suddenly it’s like all of Peter’s defenses fall as a vulnerable look overcomes him. His eyes looking across every aspect of your face as if memorizing every line, hair, and feature. His hand moves to cup your face as the other stays glued to your waist.

“Every time I see you I feel like I’m falling in love with you all over again. And that terrifies me because of everything that’s happened in my past. It terrifies me how much you mean to me and I want to let you go and protect you, but every time I make up my mind, I look at you and fall in love again. Then I can’t even imagine letting you go. Because you’re far safer in my arms than you would be without me at all.” Your eyes widen the longer he talks and by the time he’s finished you’re looking at this man, your boyfriend, in awe.

“Peter…” you trail off, feeling speechless. But Peter shakes his head before you can say anything else.

“Don’t— don’t say anything. Please. I just… I just needed you to know,” he stutters before pulling you unimaginably closer into a hug. Your chin rests in his neck as you wrap your arms around each other.

“I love you, Peter,” you murmur.

“And I love you,” he responds back almost instantly.

The two of you stand there silently, wrapped up in each other in the middle of an ice rink. After a few long moments, Peter laughs, a bit awkwardly, before kissing your head and leaning back away to look at you.

“Come on, let’s sit. I need a break,” he says, moving out of your arms completely and closer to the middle of the rink.

“Sit? Sit where?” You ask, looking around. They didn’t really have seats here.

“Here!” He exclaims, motioning to the ice.

“In the middle of the rink?” You question, looking at him in astonishment. Peter nods back.

“Yeah, why not?” He questions as he looks away from the ice and over to you. You raise your brows at him, tilting your head, wondering if that was a genuine question.

“Uh, because people are trying to skate,” you say, supplying him with an answer just in case. Peter juts out his bottom lip as he shakes his head.

“Eh, they can go around,” he replies as he crosses his legs and sits on the ice. As Peter gets comfortable, he looks around to see if anyone is watching him. They weren’t. He takes that chance, turning to you and shooting out a web that clings to your pants. He then yanks the web, causing you to yelp as you fall into his lap. He sighs in content as he helps you get situated. He looks into your eyes as you both stop moving. “Oh hey, funny bumping into you down here,” he murmurs, leaning down to bump the side of his nose against yours as he speaks. You smile widely.

“I know, what a coincidence,” you respond, jerking your eyebrows up as if it were a surprise.

“Who could’ve guessed,” Peter says with a shrug that’s all in his shoulders.

“Cute,” you comment, just looking at him. Who he was. He sends you a cheeky smile that makes your heart stutter.

“That’s me…” he says trailing off. Your hand, seemingly having a mind of its own, moves to cup the side of Peter’s face, your thumb brushing back and forth against his cheek.

“You’re amazing, Peter Parker,” you comment on a whim. Today seems to be the day of truths anyway.

“Ugh,” Peter responds, swinging his head to the side and away from your hand as he brushes off your comment. But you’re quick to grab his chin and bring his attention back to you.

“No, stop, I’m serious, Peter. You are amazing. And I’m not talking about Spider-Man. I’m talking about you. You are the amazing Peter Parker… and I count myself lucky to know who you are,” you say, speaking softly and sincerely. You need these words to settle into his heart and stay there. They’re too important. Peter’s face drops, his head nodding against the hand that still held onto his chin.

The two of you seem to gravitate toward each other, both of you leaning into each other, so close to a kiss. But then Peter begins to zone out, his head tilting to the side. You both pause. A few moments later you hear multiple sirens from off in the distance. You sigh, letting your head drop against his shoulder.

“You have to go don’t you?”

“Afraid so…” he responds, sounding regretful. The both of you stand up as quickly as you can.

“Alright, well… you’re already my hero, now go be everyone else’s,” you tell him with a small smile. His own smile shines brightly. His hands fly to the sides of your face and he brings you in for a hard yet quick kiss.

“Leave your window open,” he says, already backing away from you. You send him a wink.

“I always do.”

You watch him as he skates toward the exit, looking back at you multiple times as he does so. Then in an instant he disappears. It only takes a minute or two before you see him shoot up into the sky, swinging across the buildings that surround you. You wrap your arms around yourself, smiling as you see him head off.

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heliads · 2 years ago

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i’m so glad your reqs are open again, i love your writing !! i had an idea for a peter parker x reader for nwh after he’s been erased from everyone’s mind where him and the reader used to be really close but now for some reason when they meet again the reader doesn’t really like him and he tries his best to change that.

kind of like a one sided enemies to lovers?

one sided enemies to lovers? anon you're going wild

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Peter Parker is staring at the ceiling and wishing he were somewhere else. This place is not his home. This apartment with its crumbling drywall and uncomfortable amount of black mold in the corners is not the place he grew up, it is not known by anyone Peter has ever cared for before, and it only serves to separate him even further from the life he once led.

All this is unavoidable, but if Peter slumps onto his bed (too small, too hard to be the one from before) and fixes his eyes up above, he can just pretend that he’s back there again. Back at home. Back where everything made sense, where his friends remembered who he was and he still had at least one family member still alive and breathing.

He’s better at excusing away the present moments on some days rather than others. The illusion’s slipping away for now; Peter squints one eye shut slowly, then the other, trying to get the world to lose just enough details so he won’t notice the fractures that could only belong to this apartment.

It’s not worth the effort, and soon enough Peter gives up, sitting up in a rush and swinging his legs over the side. There’s nothing he can do to pretend that he is back at home, that the life that had once seemed so certain isn’t locked away in the past, never to be his again. This is him now, a shadowed sort of existence full of people who have never so much as heard the name Peter Parker in their lives. There is nobody in this world who knows him. It is some of the worst solitude he has ever endured.

Peter hadn’t counted on how truly terrible the loneliness would be. Maybe he’s grown to rely on his usual support group a little too much, and that’s why he’s so beaten down by this latest turn of events. Even when the rest of the world hated him when he was revealed as Spider-Man, he could still go to his friends for solace. Now, they have no idea who he is. How splendid.

He’s missing his friends a little extra today. That would explain why Peter grabs his Spider-Man suit and throws himself out into the brisk air with the usual flourish, why he finds himself heading to one specific rooftop before he can stop himself.

Only when Peter’s feet hit the ground and he catches himself in a tight somersault does he realize what he’s done. Peter stands up slowly, looking around. He hasn’t allowed himself to come back here, even after weeks of solitary patrols came and went. Peter pretends that he could reinvent himself whenever he wanted, but some part of him knows, has always known this: the worst pain of all has been losing Y/N, and he will never get over that.

Y/N L/N is an honor student at Midtown. Y/N was Peter’s best friend. More than that, Y/N was Peter’s partner in patrols. They were an inhuman with enhanced abilities; faster and stronger than any human being. Better in every way too, but maybe that’s just Peter’s faulty memories glorifying them in his eyes, gilding their every edge, making him miss them even more than before.

Peter has yet to run into Y/N as Spider-Man. He did that on purpose; they met as regular people first, so he has no idea if they would have any memory of their patrols together whatsoever. Peter knows that he cannot bear looking at Y/N and seeing no sign of all the hours they’ve spent fighting and dying for each other, so he stays away. Y/N has yet to track him down, so clearly his presumption about their memories was right.

Still, Peter is here now, a mistake to be sure. Peter allows himself one final moment of pretending that they might be coming for him. He deludes himself into thinking that he can hear the pattern of their feet now, the swing of their arm reaching towards him, a smile on their face. The two of them have done this so many times. What’s one more evening together? What’s one more night? Peter wouldn’t risk his life for anyone else. He would give it freely, and he did, and that is exactly why he cannot have Y/N anymore.

A voice sounds from behind him. It’s far too cold and untrusting to ever be Y/N’s, but maybe that’s because he hasn’t experienced what it’s like to be a stranger to them in years. Regardless, he knows now that he wasn’t merely conjuring up the sound of them approaching, they’re actually here.

“What are you doing here?”

The words, leveled at him like a blade, pierce through Peter’s best efforts at pretending this memory spell hasn’t affected him. He can practically feel the blood dripping out between his fingers.

Trying not to choke on the overwhelming tang of copper, Peter swallows back his regrets and does his best to speak with a level tone. “I’m just patrolling. Same as you.”

Y/N’s in their uniform for patrols, mask and all. Even so, he can sense the way their eyes are narrowing, tightening with suspicion. “You never come over here, Spider-Man. What changed?”

“Crime,” Peter says pleasantly, “there’s a lot of it, in case you haven’t noticed. Figured this view was as good as any.”

“Yeah, that’s why I’m handling it,” Y/N’s voice remains hard. “Go back to your part of the city. This area is mine.”

Peter forces himself to laugh. It’s easier than despairing over how quick they try to get rid of him, certainly a far cry from how close they’d been before the spell. “Surely you wouldn’t mind an extra pair of eyes watching your back. It’s dangerous out there.”

Y/N shakes their head decisively. “I’m good, thanks. Always have been.”

Peter can’t help a quiet plea. “Always?”

Y/N hesitates a second, but their stony demeanor comes back up again in a flash. “Always. Now go back to your part of the streets. I’m fine by myself.”

Peter sighs, the ghost of his last promise to track them down and make them remember him disappearing into the wintry night air. “Alright, then. If you’re sure.”

Y/N doesn’t respond to that, and Peter allows himself one last moment of torment before jumping off the edge of the building and swinging into the endless black. Unable to stop himself, Peter glances over his shoulder as he goes. He notices that Y/N had walked to the edge of the skyscraper, staring out after him in surprise. Maybe they don’t remember Peter’s casual way of launching himself over the edge. Or maybe he’s just gotten more careless since he stopped having someone to look out for him.

Regardless, it’s not like it matters now. Peter’s last hope was that Y/N would remember their time together on patrols, even if they wouldn’t remember that it was Peter behind the mask, but it looks like that’s over. He does his best to distract himself from the aching hole in his heart, but it’s no good. Peter can hear Y/N’s voice whispering in the space between his eyes, calling out to him like the old days. He was always more attuned to them than anyone else. Even MJ.

The shriek of sirens drags his thoughts from the past. Distantly, Peter realizes that they’re headed in the direction of Y/N’s usual patrol spot. He panics for a moment, scrambling for his phone so he can check the police radio networks he hijacked. After listening for a few moments, Peter learns that some big showdown is going down between some unidentified inhuman and Y/N.

The situation is not great, to say the least. Judging by the amount of property damage, Y/N isn’t winning the fight. Peter may have lost his place in their heart, but he’s not willing to lose them, too. Without another thought, he throws himself into the air again, swinging from web to web as fast as he can. The only thing on his mind is making it to Y/N as soon as he can.

Sure enough, the scene is bad. Peter gives himself about half a second before launching himself into the thick of things. Some inhuman who seems to have super strength is throwing cars, lamps, and everything in sight towards Y/N. They’re doing a pretty good job of dodging so far, but Peter can tell that they’re getting tired. At some point, they’re going to be unable to move fast enough to miss a blow, and it appears that moment is coming right now.

The enemy inhuman hurls two cars Y/N’s way. They’re able to avoid one, but the second one is thrown too quickly and there’s no way they can escape in time. Peter launches a spiderweb towards the car, sending it spiraling down the street instead. Surprised, Y/N turns towards him in unison with the other inhuman.

Peter’s main focus is taking out the maniac, though. Shocked revelations are going to have to come later. He quickly shoots two webs at the inhuman’s hands, tying them down to the road. Peter adds layer after layer of web. Y/N quickly knocks the guy out while he’s distracted, and Peter ties him to the ground with another web for good measure.

Only then does Y/N stalk towards Peter. “Once again, what the hell are you doing here?”

“Saving your life,” Peter points out somewhat needlessly.

Y/N groans, aggravated. “I didn’t need your help.”

“Actually,” Peter counters, “you would have been pancaked by that Honda Civic if you hadn’t, so really, I feel like you should be thanking me instead of yelling at me again.”

Y/N folds their arms across their chest. “Really?”

“Really,” Peter says, “although if you aren’t into the whole gratitude thing, I will accept it if you stop hating me instead.”

Y/N scoffs. “I just met you. I can hate who I please.”

Peter feels his heart sink in his chest for the dozenth time today. “Of course. We just met.”

Y/N cocks their head to the side. “What’s that about? That attitude.”

“Nothing,” Peter denies frantically, “absolutely nothing. Anyways, see you around, new best friend.”

He isn’t sure about it, but he swears he hears Y/N laugh as he swings away. It could just be his overactive imagination, of course, but Peter is certain that they might not completely hate him anymore.

It takes a few more weeks for Peter to be sure of that. The first few times Peter tries showing up to their patrol spot again, Y/N forces him to leave. After the fifth time, Peter stopped rolling up with an expectation of conversation and just perched somewhere on the side of the skyscraper. That was allowed. Eventually, they gave in and let Peter stand on level ground, if only for the claim that it was freaking them out to see Peter sticking to a vertical surface.

It’s not the same, even after Y/N begrudgingly lets Peter tag along on patrols. Of course, it never could be. Peter doesn’t know why he keeps expecting something to change, it never will. That sort of memory spell isn’t the type to break. Still, he keeps hoping.

If there’s one thing Peter should know, though, it’s that hope has no place in a life like his. Every time Peter has dared to enjoy a dream, it is taken from him. This is no exception.

They’re back on that rooftop one moonless night, staring out over the never ending expanse of cars coming and going. Peter is bothering Y/N because he won’t stop pointing out all the purple cars to pass through the streets (Y/N swore they’d never seen one, Peter thought otherwise). Y/N’s been doing their best to pretend Peter isn’t funny at all, but he knows he’s wearing them down.

His point is proven when Peter triumphantly points out not one but two purple cars side by side. Y/N groans. “Okay, you were right. Happy?”

“Thrilled,” Peter calls back, “I may never top this moment. Maybe I’ll print out a certificate to tape on my wall. On this day, Spider-Man proved his favorite patrol partner wrong.”

Y/N makes a choking sound. Peter knows it for what it is, though, and he spins around, arms raised in victory. “Was that a laugh? Did you just laugh? After all this time, you’re laughing at my joke. Now that’s a real success.”

Y/N indulges this for a moment, then fixes him with a typical piercing stare. “Why are you so excited about this? Most people would have given up on trying to win me over by now. What’s keeping you around?”

Peter sighs. “I know how good it is to be your friend. Maybe I want to have that.”

“How would you know?” Y/N’s tone grows suspicious. “You know something about me that you refuse to share. What is it?”

Normally, Peter would deflect with a casual joke and let the past die just like it always has. He’s been faulty in his defense, though, and keeps slipping up. Y/N’s noticed it, of course they have. Peter hasn’t exactly been the best at concealing his feelings, either. He references things that Spider-Man shouldn’t know about Y/N. And then there was that one time he accidentally used their name instead of the code name Y/N uses on patrols. He immediately clammed up and pretended he misspoke, but Y/N knew.

So, Peter lets the anger and sadness and deep, deep regret out. It’s been bottled up for so long that it feels good to finally say everything that’s been on his chest.

“I know that I want to be your friend because I already was, Y/N. I was your friend for years, and they were the best damn years of my life. I thought that there would never be another person for me like you. We were friends outside of patrols and everything. I was happiest when I was with you. You don’t remember a single moment we shared because I had to get someone to cast a memory spell so everyone would forget me.”

Y/N’s brow is arched. “A memory spell?”

Peter nods, keeping his eyes firmly trained on the dark night so he doesn’t have to look at them. “The universe was getting messed up. It was the only way. You made me promise that I’d come back and make you remember anyway. We both knew it wasn’t going to work, but the thought of forgetting everything we did together was so horrible that we pretended otherwise.”

Y/N’s voice cuts through the midnight air like a blade. “Prove it. Prove this is real.”

“Alright,” Peter says, and he starts to speak. He pulls off his Spider-Man mask as he starts in the hope that maybe it’ll make some difference, but he knows even before Y/N looks at him that it won’t.

“Your name is Y/N L/N and you were my best friend until you forgot who I was. You started going on patrols when you were sixteen because you could do things no one else could and it made you sick to your stomach with guilt to think that people were getting hurt and you weren’t stopping it. Your first uniform was made out of supplies from the craft store down the block. We made the second one together. At one point, you wanted a cape but we saw The Incredibles after school one day and you decided it would never work out.”

Peter takes a deep breath and continues. “The first time you almost died, you were trying to save people from a burning building. It was that apartment four streets over from yours, for a moment you thought you knew someone in there but you went in even after you realized they were just strangers. You still have a scar on your right shoulder from a burning beam falling on you. I brought you food for two weeks afterwards because you swore you were too tired to cook. That didn’t stop you from trying to climb out your window every night for patrols, though. I had to web your window shut to stop you.”

Peter laughs bitterly at the memory, but it turns sour in his mouth when he looks over and realizes that Y/N is clearly recalling none of this.

They pull off their mask too. “I probably don’t need this if you know me so well,” they say, gesturing at it.

Peter dares to nurture even the smallest bit of hope. “Does that mean–”

Y/N cuts him off with a simple shake of their head. “I’m sorry. Really, I am, but whoever you knew, that isn’t me anymore. I’m just some person. I’m not your Y/N.”

Peter nods stoically. “And you never have been. Listen, I’m sorry for all this. I should have just let it go.”

It doesn’t matter that he never could. Peter shoves his mask back on his face and heads out. The night air whips at him, threatening to send him spinning into the multitude of skyscrapers surrounding him on either side, but Peter keeps going. Anything is better than staying still and letting the pain overwhelm him. He really thought he could convince Y/N to remember him, but even his best efforts are worthless.

Peter settles on a tall roof of an office building. He lands in a contained roll but just stays there on the ground, chest heaving, staring up at stars that will never look back on him in quite the same way. He knew the spell was permanent, but he had hoped that somehow he would be able to change Fate’s mind and let this all work out.

Footsteps appear around the corner of the roof. It appears that Peter’s time of self-pity is over. He gets up without looking at the intruder, assuming it to be the owner of the office building. Peter opens his mouth to apologize for trespassing, but the words dry up in his throat when he realizes that it’s Y/N who’s followed him all this way instead.

Their eyes are wide, but their stature is as steady as ever. “I may not be your Y/N,” they repeat, “but I could be. I don’t have your memories, but I have mine. Maybe I don’t want to be alone anymore.”

“You never have been,” Peter says softly.

He slowly crosses the roof until he’s in front of them. Y/N’s breath is rough in their chest, but they still look at him like Peter is all they’ve ever needed. Peter forgot what that felt like, how it struck him to be this close. It appears time has its way of messing with him as well.

“Before the spell,” Y/N whisper hesitantly, “were you and I– were we just friends, or–”

They can’t manage to complete the sentence. Peter knows enough of their mind to guess at the rest.

“No,” he answers, “just friends. Nothing more.”

“What if I want to change that?” Y/N asks tentatively.

Peter stares at them, then damns the past to the past. It is dead and gone and buried, but the future is as alive as ever. For once, that doesn’t haunt him like it always has.

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[ meet your match_peter parker ]

prompt_trying to assemble 🇸🇪IKEA 🇸🇪 furniture together [...]

pairing_college!peter x college!female reader

word count_1.1k

warnings_fluff, peter being very dramatic about assembling furniture, possibly some typos and grammatical errors

"so you can save the world on multiple different occasions, but you can't put together a simple yngvar?"

"wow. you two on a first name basis now? is that how it is?” peter glares at the unassembled pieces of furniture with resentment before bringing the crinkled, abused manual up to eye level. strained eyes try to make out the pronunciation of the bold letters printed across the front page with the taunting imagery of the final product.

“i looked up the pronunciation earlier just to spite you like this.”

“the lengths you go to make fun of me,” he huffs, flipping through the pages again.

“well it’s about time you noticed,” you coo. he shakes his head in disdain, but the smile on his lips tell you otherwise.

peter parker - the shy, brilliant kid at school, the beloved spider man - has never looked so helpless and defeated as he does right now. he sits across the small living room in the 1-bedroom you two had moved into a little over a week ago, his gaze boring into the pieces of anthracite-stained plastic and metal bolts littered around the carpeted floor in front of him. his eyebrows are tightly knit together in a mixture of concentration and perplexity, and the sight alone makes you want to go over to him and pepper little kisses across his face until they unwound again. but for now, he looks back at the cover of the instruction pamphlet pensively. he can't comprehend for the life of him how all that was supposed to turn into this.

the college dorm life for the past couple years had graciously allowed your boyfriend to stay as far away as possible from his personal nightmare: assembling ikea furniture. it was always the plan for the two of you to find a separate student residence somewhere between your college and mit and to live together for the final two years. but like any good, formidable enemy, the time had come, the battle couldn’t be avoided, and it was peter parker’s turn to step up.

or try to, at least.

“seriously y/n, this is so unnecessarily difficult,” he whines. “why do all the furniture pieces have names? who named them?? why are they so difficult to pronounce? and how come none of the bolts even fit in these holes??"

"pete, i've literally put together an entire table and sofa by myself in the time you origami-ed the manual a million different ways. this isn’t an impossible task.”

“that’s because i let you take the easier ones."

"denial isn’t a pretty color on you, baby,” you chuckle as you look across the room at him; but he’s too preoccupied with deciphering the task in front of him.

"i don’t care. i give up! i’ve been at this for hours now, i can't go any longer or my brain is literally going to start to cramp." he groans in defeat, falling back on the floor to stretch his limbs.

“you know what i don’t understand, is how the hell you built that self-sustaining robot for one of your electives last month. or any of your robots, actually.” you crane your neck to check under the coffee table you’d just built, making sure everything was in the right place. “that’s hard to do. that is not something you can mass produce and sell in giant warehouses for other people to put together.”

"what, you mean jar jar? he was easy," he shrugs, as though he’d just told you he went across the street to buy a pint of ice cream. "i finished that project with ned in like, three days. ‘cus it was fun, you know? it made sense. but this... this ikea stuff is inhumane. it's setting you up for failure."

“how’s this different from your little lego projects?”

“that’s completely different. not to mention, lego does a much better job with the instructions. it’s so much more detailed and colorful and step by step. but ikea… i’m either missing pages or i got a defect manual because there’s no way step 5 is what comes after step 4,” he explains.

“well, last time i checked, 5 does come after 4…”

“you know what i mean.”

with a sigh, you stand up to trudge over to your despondent boyfriend. placing your feet on either side of him you look down, arms crossed in front of your chest. "has anyone ever told you that you're kinda dramatic?"

he hums as though seriously mulling over the question. "only my girlfriend. like every other day." his hands reach up, beckoning you to take them in yours.

"sounds like a very lovely person." you chuckle, uncrossing your arms to grab his hands and take a seat on his lap.

"she is. she keeps me humble. never let's the whole 'i'm-an-avenger' thing get too in my head."

you cup his face in your hands and lean forward to kiss the little wrinkle that’s been etched into his forehead. “good. someone’s got to.”

“guess so.”

you don't miss the way a little smirk begins to tug up a corner of his lips as he eyes you above him for a few seconds. he nuzzles into your touch, and turns his head to kiss the palm of your hand. "she also happens to be very kind, patient, selfless, crazy smart, generous, beautiful -"

“what are you trying to get at, parker?" you cut him off.

“nothing. absolutely nothing. why can’t i just take a moment to admire my selfless, generous, talented girlfriend?” he mumbles. the texture of his chapped lips tickles your skin.

“i don’t like how you keep repeating ‘selfless’,” you mumble, eyes narrowing in suspicion. “and i have a feeling i know what you’re about to ask me.”

a boyish grin blooms on his face, chestnut brown eyes twinkling with hope. “baby, would you please, please, please with a cherry on top, help me put together these stupid, evil little chairs?"

“no.”

“oh, come on!”

“nope. i said no.” you pull back, crossing your arms over your chest again.

“i swear i’ll actually help!”

“you’re about as helpful as one of these instruction manuals and you know it.”

he gasps, his hand grasping at his sweater-clad chest. “that’s the meanest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

“you’ll live.”

“will i, though? i wouldn’t be so sure.”

“is ‘chest pains caused by verbal teasing’ not part of your super-spidey insurance package?”

“no...” and his hands shift from his chest to the bottom of your thighs, slowly traveling up. “i have a separate insurance plan for things in that department.”

“what does that even mean?”

“i dunno, you started this whole insurance analogy.” he shakes his head as though to dismiss the subject. “’point is, i love you too, and i’ll take your half of dish-washing duties for the next two weeks?” and that grin you love so much paints across his lips once more.

hm. tempting. very tempting.

you pause, milking the silence just to make him squirm a little longer in anticipation. but you both knew he had offered you something you couldn’t resist. he wiggles his eyebrows as though that would somehow entice you, and you roll your eyes and slap his hands away from your legs.

“take my share of trash duties too and you have a deal.”

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Night Patrol - Peter Parker

[ Peter Parker x reader ]

Summary: When Peter attempted to stop a deviant attack, you stood in the way. Now you had to explain to him how you’ve been living hundreds of lives as an eternal without freaking him out.

Author’s note: click here for full request. The reader is essentially the same one from the fic i wrote a while ago called Artemis. This one took place right before the 2024 events in eternals, and after Spiderman: Far From Home.

Warnings: violence (fighting deviants)

Word Count: 2,511

Read Artemis - Druig x Makkari!daughter

You had to admit. With the amount of things happening at the same time, you didn’t think a study session with Peter was the wisest activity for you to be currently doing right now.

Not only had spiderman's identity been revealed to the world not too long ago, but you’d also seen a certain Ikaris on the news. Even worse, Ikaris fighting a deviant with Sersi and Sprite, a creature you thought had been long gone ever since the eternals got rid of every deviant on the earth’s surface.

If Ikaris was with Sersi, then it was about time he’d find the rest of the eternals. You weren’t sure whether he needed you, yet you had a certain voice in the back of your mind telling you that they were going to come to you sooner or later.

“Hey, you okay?” the quiet voice snapped you back to reality. Peter was eyeing you, sitting inches away with a textbook on his lap.

“Yeah. Just trying to remember,” you answered. It technically wasn’t a lie. You were trying to remember the results for each test that you’d done in the biology lab this semester, until you started thinking of the more worrying events that happened the past week.

Peter eyed you for a few more seconds, not seeming convinced, but decided to drop the topic.

“Well it’s late and I gotta patrol. You know, spiderman stuff. So I’ll see you later?” You gave him a gentle smile and nodded.

“Don’t forget to lay low,” you reminded as he took a few steps back, replying with his own smile.

Watching Peter run to patrol worried you. Especially after the whole killing Mysterio thing. But what worried you most was the deviant you’d seen in the news a few days ago. You didn’t think it was possible for the deviants to come back when you thought they were already dead thousands of years ago, but apparently, you were wrong.

So that’s how you ended up following Peter on his patrol, making sure to stay hidden in the shadows as you observed him. You were relieved to find that the night had mostly been him just gliding from building to building, not a sign of danger anywhere. Though that asuring feeling didn’t last too long.

It was barely noticeable, but you saw the faint movement in the alleyway and it was no doubt inhuman. Throughout your childhood you’ve seen many deviants, but this one wasn’t like most you saw. It looked somewhat evolved and stronger, like the one you encountered not too long ago, judging from how it didn’t die with a shot of your silent arrow through its heart.

He hadn’t noticed it yet, but by the time he did, Peter was flung to the nearby wall when he tried to stop the deviant from rampaging the city streets.

And here’s to hoping he won’t notice you, you thought as you jumped down from the high rooftop of a building.

Deviants had grown a distinct instinct over time to harm eternals from their past encounters, hence is why when you ran towards it, the creature quickly diverted its attention to you instead.

Peter had just regained his composure, slightly shaking his head as he finally noticed you in the streets, in front of the monstrous creature.

“Are you insane? What are you doing?!” he yelled frantically, going over to you with the quickest possible method he could with his webs.

“Woah, wait-!” before you could object, he lifted you up in his arms and brought you to a balcony.

The deviant quickly followed not too far behind, causing Peter to panic and mumble incoherently, “This is not good. This is not good. Why is it targeting you?”

“Watch out!”

The deviant slammed the both of you through the window, separating you from Peter as the both of you fell to the ground. You got up first and noticed the scared poor old lady who was in her kitchen area.

“I am so sorry. May I borrow this please?” When she nodded hesitantly, you grabbed a pan from her counter, throwing it to Peter who looked defenseless against the creature. He threw the pan at it -- which barely caused it to flinch -- and diverted the deviant’s attention from you.

You hastily formed a golden knife in your hands, like how Thena had told you many years ago, the memory of her first lesson imprinted in your head. Peter was panicking by now as he figured that nothing he threw on the creature had affected it, muttering occasional ‘oh no’s over and over again from time to time.

Before it could get to him, you sliced its head off, leaving Peter to gape -- gag -- in shock at your figure behind its fallen form.

“Wha- what- what is going on? What did you just- How did you- what?” The poor boy couldn’t manage to speak from his shock as he tried to comprehend what had just happened a few seconds ago.

“Do you mind if we-” The old lady shook her head nicely, still spooked from the giant creature in her apartment living room. You pulled Peter up by his arm and towards the balcony where Peter brought you to escape the deviant a while ago.

“Ever notice how I don’t look older by time?” you questioned as Peter kept his eyes on the deviant in the living room, still in shock.

“We’ve only known each other since highschool.”

“Exactly,” you paused before continuing, “And you never seemed to notice how I don’t look any older after a few years?”

Peter was rendered speechless and he looked puzzled as you continued, “They’re called deviants. Your powers won’t work against them.

“Then how did you-?”

“The eternals were sent to earth seven thousand years ago by celestials in order to protect humans from the deviants. I’m not necessarily an eternal, but my powers still work against them since my parents are eternals.”

“You’re seven thousand years old?! What-?”

“Two thousand and nine hundred,” you corrected. Seeming as how Peter was still rendered speechless by your statement, you continued, “Well, nineteen and technically two years older than you. And I’ll stay nineteen for about a century, so-”

You were interrupted by a deviant crashing to the brick wall behind the two of you, and before it could attack either of you, you saw the bustling and screaming of the people down in the streets that averted its attention from you and Peter.

“Wait, wait, wait,” he continued, ignoring the faint sounds of battle in the background. “So you’re telling me that-”

“Peter! Save people, talk later.”

“Right, yeah.”

You didn’t hesitate to aim the arrow you created within seconds as Peter’s mask appeared and he quickly swung from the balcony to save people that were targeted by the deviant. The balcony was a good place to shoot, considering how the deviant didn’t bother to climb the buildings and attacked the busy streets instead.

The golden arrow that pierced its shoulder barely injured it and you concluded that it would take more than ten arrows to finally kill it. The deviant looked up, roaring at you as it climbed buildings towards you. At least you got its attention, and Peter’s as he followed behind it, swinging from building to building.

“Sorry, ma’am. I need to borrow this!” you shouted as you jumped from the balcony with the kitchen knife in hand, Peter and the deviant still following behind. You didn’t inherit your mother, Makkari’s superspeed, which meant it was impossible to outrun the deviant, so the other thing you could do was distract it and lead it away from the city because slicing it in half would be difficult in the large streets.

Fortunately -- or unfortunately --, you lived away from the tall buildings, yet close enough to divert the deviant there.

“What’s the plan?!” you heard Peter shout as he caught up with you. The deviant swung its claw on him and it barely scraped him as he lifted himself higher.

“My place is near here and no one lives around there. We can take it there until it stays still enough so I can kill it!”

“Hurry!” Peter yelled as he distracted the deviant from you, slowing it down.

The creature kept its target on you, knocking Peter’s constant distractions away. As soon as you reached your house, you noticed your first mistake through the glass window.

“Alfee,” you warned as your dog wagged his tail, looking out through a closed window. “Stay inside.”

“Look out!” yelled Peter and you ran aside as the deviant slammed into the wall where you were standing in front of not too long ago. Climbing it wasn’t too difficult, but staying on the deviant was a more of a difficult task than Peter came to find as he kept rushing you to do something.

Your knife was already in hand, and the deviant was already jumping around, thrashing its tentacles at you as a sign to get off his back. It managed to injure your side, though it looked like Peter didn't notice in the dark.

“I’m sorry! You try staying on this thing!” you responded to Peter’s unhelpfully obvious observations along the lines of ‘its attacking you’ and ‘it has tentacles!’, though the latter was more of a cry of disgust.

Thena would be disappointed by how much you lacked coordinance when you’d finally managed to slice the thing and kill it, but it got the job done anyways. Now just comes the other problem that’s currently running towards you.

“Okay- What- You better start explaining. I-” he looked tense, hurt, confused, and betrayed at the same time. The two of you started dating -- or whatever your relationship was called -- after Mysterio, so you didn’t blame him for looking so betrayed.

Yet instead you couldn’t form the right words in your head. Your mouth went dry as you attempted to answer, but it ended up in silence and your stupid answer afterwards, “look, Alfee is probably really scared and it’s getting late-”

“No, I can stay,” Peter argued and took steps towards you, but was stopped forcefully before he could reach you.

“We’ll talk about this in the morning.” Peter was now pushed towards the other direction unwillingly by the golden glow that formed by his sides and trapped his arms, forming an arch of a bow without its strings.

“This isn’t funny!” he yelled with his head facing towards you, his body, however, refused to cooperate. And when he started drifting further and further away, he hastily racked an excuse in his brain to get you to stop with whatever thing you had casted on him.

“I’ll do your chemistry homework if you let me stay!” he quickly mumbled all at once, not even trying to mask his desperation that made you hesitate for a moment, pausing on your ministrations on getting him to leave forcefully.

“It’s just-” His voice slightly cracked before he sighed in defeat. “I can’t really blame you for not telling me. I mean, I didn’t at first. Tell you I’m- you know, spiderman.”

You took steps closer towards him, silence crackling in the air before he mumbled quietly, “How is it? Are you relieved I found out?”

“I,” you paused, furrowing your eyebrows. “I guess I am. I just hate that you found out this way. It’s not like I had to keep it a secret, unlike you.”

“Hey, it’s okay.”

“I’m sorry. I guess I was just scared how’d you react when you’ll finally find out I don’t age. I mean, how is this even going to work between us?” You gestured to the little space between the two of you.

“I’ll grow old and wrinkly and you stay as beautiful and young?” he joked, taking a step closer as you let out a half-hearted laugh at his attempts.

"Yes. I suppose. Now let's get rid of that corpse before someone finds it," you said, stepping away and heading towards the deviant lying dead on the grass.

“Wait. So that guy in the news was an eternal?” Peter asked as he caught up to you.

“Mhm. Ikaris.”

“Like the greek god?”

“He is the ‘greek god’ humans back then used to talk about.”

“No way.” Peter paused, and before he could stop himself, he grinned as if he couldn't believe what you were saying and uttered out, “Which one are you- oh wait! Artemis. Right. Your name.”

You managed to crack an amused smile at how impressed he sounded.

"What are you going to do with this?" he questioned, looming over your kneeling figure.

"I don't know. Get rid of it someway I guess. Looks like I'll have to miss school for a while." you sighed, lifting yourself back up to face him.

"We have our finals tomorrow."

"No, you have yours tomorrow. I don't think I'll be back for a while. Not with the deviants and eternals around."

"What?" he started to stammer in panic. "Will-will I ever see you again?"

After centuries of living, this one might just be your favorite with how Peter never fails to amuse you. He looked dejected as you snorted in response and lightly punched his arm. "Don't be so dramatic. I'm not leaving for good."

"But what about-" Before he could go any further, you took a step towards him and grabbed him by his collar. You pulled him towards you, bringing his lips to yours.

Peter stayed frozen still, but eventually responded. His hands found themselves wrapping around you, holding you there as if you'd run away any moment now.

"Go home and nail your finals tomorrow. I'll take care of this and when I come back, I'll explain everything. I promise." you whispered against his lips as his thumb started to lightly stroke your hips, trying to ignore the pain in your side that he still hadn't noticed.

"Yeah," he replied, still stuck in his daze.

You gave him one final peck to the lips before completely pulling away and walking back towards your front door, looking back to smile and wave goodbye.

Peter responded with a smile of his own and took a few steps back whilst putting on his mask, giving himself a starting run before disappearing into the city.

"Looks like you might be needing a new caretaker for a little while," you faced your dog who joined you as you entered the house and closed the door.

You weren't too fond at the thought of the eternals coming to visit with whatever explanation they had going on, and you'd hope they'd come to forget about you. Worse, you were known as 'spiderman's girlfriend' on the news and you could just hear Kingo's never ending bickering.

However, one way or another, you knew Ikaris had to get to you if he needed your father, and you were proven right after his not-so welcomed visit the next day.

After his explanation, you could only hope to be able to return to Peter alive.

Your Powers: shapeshifting into animals, turning others into animals, wielding and creating a bow and arrow (like how Thena creates her weapons out of thin air)

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I posted 12,981 times in 2022

That's 12,848 more posts than 2021!

1,871 posts created (14%)

11,110 posts reblogged (86%)

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I tagged 3,632 of my posts in 2022

#ask - 690 posts

#anon - 477 posts

#fic recs - 298 posts

#my writing - 103 posts

#peter parker x reader - 100 posts

#peter parker x you - 94 posts

#bob floyd - 92 posts

#peter parker x y/n - 84 posts

#comment reblog - 74 posts

#tasm peter x you - 71 posts

Longest Tag: 121 characters

#i remember one girl who used to be in the tasm fandom who always complained that no one made what she specifically wanted

My Top Posts in 2022:

The Heat is On

Summary: When the AC goes out in your apartment, your roommate Peter reveals he knows more about you than you think. 18+

For @blooming-violets, who asked for "AC is out" trope with blonde asshole roommate Peter Parker for my 3K celebration

Moving to New York, you hoped you would finally get to experience more mild summers.

What a joke.

"When did Frank say it would be fixed?" You asked your roommate after removing your head from the fridge.

Without looking up from his phone, Peter remarked, "Hopefully tomorrow."

"Hopefully?!" You gawked. There was no way you could live like this for more than twenty- four hours.

"What? You're not enjoying the view?" Peter motioned to his bare chest. Lying on the couch, he was clad only in boxers.

You rolled your eyes, "You're right, I forgot what a show all six of your chest hairs are."

He put a hand over his heart, throwing his head back as if he had just been struck by an arrow shot by you, "Ouch. You know, people usually have to jump through a lot of hoops to see this."

"Oh, like go to frat parties and pretend your jokes are funny?" You opened the freezer to find several ice cubes. You grabbed them, the coolness feeling delightful in your hand.

"You should be a comedian," Peter remarked, rolling his eyes before he returned to his phone.

You made your way over to the chair that was across from your roommate. You pressed an ice cube against your neck, relishing in the small relief from the heat.

"It's inhumane to let people go more than three hours with no AC," you muttered.

"I'm not complaining about the view I'm getting," His brown eyes motioned to your figure that was clad in only a sports bra and athletic shorts.

You rolled your eyes and chose to ignore his comment.

Living with a frat guy was not on your bingo college card. But your original housing plan had fallen through, the place was well within your budget and you were desperate.

Despite looking like a walking stereotype, Peter was actually a decent roommate. He paid all his bills on time, did his dishes, and kept the parties at his brothers' places.

The only thing Peter would not shake, despite the countless people you both had brought home, was his comments about how attracted he found you. Sometimes you just shut it down, sometimes you ignored it, sometimes you came back with a snarky remark that silenced him.

Peter was attractive, there was no denying that. All your friends wondered how you two hadn't fucked yet.

"Easy. I don't fuck frat bros nor do I fuck my roommates," you would tell them.

But sometimes, it was hard. Especially when he looked at you with a gleam in those honeyed eyes. Or when he just woke up in the morning and his dyed hair was sticking up in every direction and his voice was even deeper.

Thankfully, an alert from your phone saved you from having to make any kind of comment.

"Who's texting you?" Peter asked without even looking up from his phone.

"Chris, telling him about our lack of AC." The name briefly brought a scowl to Peter's face. One that he quickly hid as soon as he felt it.

"The Econ major who can't find a shirt that fits to save his life?"

You looked up from your phone, a smirk forming, "I'm not complaining about his too tight shirts. They show off his pecs quite well."

Peter muttered something about increased gym time when you had an easy major.

You chose to ignore his comment, instead reading the text you've received.

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It Takes Two

Summary: While checking in on his crush, Peter discovers you and him are more alike than he thought.

Warnings: stalking, voyeurism (it’s consensual), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), oral sex (f receiving), praise kink, if any of this bothers you don't read

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Peter started with good intentions.

He was captivated by you from the moment he saw you in the chemistry lecture. Your eyes, your smile, the way strands of your hair would always fall back over your eyes, no matter how many times you pushed it back. The way you titled your head, pencil erase to your chin as you listened to your professor.

The way you bit your lip. The way you your jeans highlighted your curves. The way your cleavage would begin to peak out of that v-neck every time you leaned forward to write something down.

He was captivated by you. He had to learn more about you.

That part was pretty easy, thanks to being Spider-Man. He was able to follow you, watch you get coffee with friends, go to other classes, go home, without being noticed. You had a consistent schedule.

He just wanted to get to know you before talking to you. And you made it so easy.

He loved watching you at night. You looked so peaceful while you studied. The way your brow furrowed as you tried to make sense of the equations. The way that old T-shirt just stopped at the top of your thighs and when you leaned back on your bed, it rose to your hips, teasing him of what lied between your legs.

God you were beautiful. When you began to get ready for your shower, it took everything in him not to open the window. You were gorgeous. He tried to memorize every curve, mark, and part of your body.

He needed you, needed to protect you, needed to be inside of you.

He would have that soon enough, he kept reminding himself.

Thanks to enhanced hearing, he knew you could benefit from some help in chemistry. After ‘running’ into each other at your favorite coffee joint, he brought the idea up.

“I would love that,” you smiled, causing his heart to flutter. He couldn’t stand it. How could you be so cute and so hot at the same time?

He already knew a lot about you from watching and observing, but it was nice to hear you talk, to actually speak to you. It only made his desire to have you even stronger.

The study sessions were going well. He did genuinely like you-despite his unconventional way of showing it. He enjoyed getting to know you on a personal level. But the sight of you on his bed drove him wild. You looked so good, like you belonged there.

Of course, you’d look better if you were on your back, taking his cock.

All in due time.

He figured after the study session you two had planned for tomorrow-which would be your fifth one-was the perfect time to ask you to dinner. He had caught you staring at him during the last study session. When he placed a hand on your shoulder you didn’t flinch.

“You okay?” He asked.

“Oh yeah! Sorry, just zoned out,” you immediately got back to studying. It sounded entirely plausible. His desire for you made it very difficult to tell the difference between reality and what he wanted. It was why he decided that the only way to find out was to ask you out.

Even though he was going to see you in less than 24 hours, he couldn’t get you off his mind. He needed to see you, which lead him to walking to your apartment (you didn’t live far). He quietly scaled the fire escape, landing right outside of your apartment. Your window was open- more than usual. He liked to believe you did it on purpose, that you did it for him.

At least, that’s what Peter told himself while he used your panties to jerk himself off at night.

Peter couldn't tell what he noticed first- your whimpers or the smell of your arousal.

He leaned in to get a better look at you. God you were beautiful. Your legs spread open, a hand in your panties, while your face was buried into The crook of your arm, covered by a large tshirt. Even with your lights off, thanks to the city streetlights he could see your back arching, your legs shaking.

Fuck. He loved watching you like this. But at the same time he hated it. He hated that it wasn’t his hand making you feel good. Hated that he was so close, and yet still so far away.

He palmed himself, trying to appease the erection growing in his pants. Peter knew it wouldn’t work. Whether he waited for you to finish and shower (so he could take…memorabilia) or left now, he would have to jerk himself off tonight to the thought of you again.

“Peter.”

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Full of Surprises

Summary: You learn some surprising things about Bob at the end of a date.

Warnings: oral (f receiving), subtle Dom/sub tones, Bob being pussy drunk, language, takes place before TGM

Robert Floyd was, without a doubt, the sweetest man you had ever met.

He refused to let you open the door, whether it be to restaurants or the car. He insisted on walking on the outer section of the sidewalk, closest to the streets. He came into your classroom after school to help you with laminating and cutting out math games for your students.

When he gently kissed you goodnight, his hands would softly cup your neck, his thumbs absentmindedly stroking your jawline, nose brushing against yours.

It was a gentleness that you didn’t think still existed. You certainly didn't expect to find it in Lemoore of all places.

But sometimes your Robby was considerate almost to a fault.

At the end of the first date, you invited him in for coffee. Your hope was that he would feel more comfortable kissing you if you were inside and not out in the hallway of your apartment.

But Bob just gave you that endearing, slightly crooked smile as he shook his head. "If I drink coffee now, I'll be up all night," he told you.

You couldn't even be mad because you knew he was being genuine. It also helped that he asked when he could see you next immediately after.

On the second date, you stood on the tips of your toes so you could kiss his cheek. The sight of his glasses fogging up, combined with his face turning bright red melted your heart. You had hoped the action would be enough for him to realize you wanted him.

Instead, he kissed your cheek while he stammered out his question of when he would get to see you again. It was such a sweet sight that you couldn't be mad, though disappointment still ran through your body when you walked into your apartment by yourself.

By the fourth date, you had enough of quick pecks on the cheeks, and opted to grab Bob by the collar, pulling his lips onto yours. He was a great kisser, once he got over the initial shock of your action and his brain fully processed what was happening.

Kissing you back made things simultaneously better and worse. The way he would cup your face, gently tilting your head up to deepen the kiss still made your head dizzy. Goosebumps flared your skin when you thought about how it felt when one of his large hands was firmly planted on your waist, pulling you closer to him.

You wanted him to take you against that door right then and there.

But Robby was a gentleman so all he did was kiss you. Which left you no choice but to shove a hand in between your legs later on that night as you imagined how his hands would feel on other parts of your body.

You wouldn’t call yourself a horndog, but the WSO made it really difficult to think straight when he would casually put his hand on your knee, his fingers caressing the soft skin of your thigh.

So here you were, towards the end of your seventh date with Bob, who was walking you back to your apartment.

You had been trying to send him less subtle messages this time. You wore a sundress, hoping the exposed skin might provoke him to be more daring.

He definitely tried to get glimpses of your chest. But every time you looked at him, he'd just blush and stammer how pretty you looked tonight. Which while sweet, did nothing to soothe the ache between your legs.

Bob's breath would hitch everytime you pressed your body against his. A faint scarlet flush had crept up his neck to his face as soon as he saw you in that dress and it had stayed there for the whole date.

"I had fun tonight," you told him as your fingers grazed over the collar of his shirt. Briefly, your fingers brushed against the skin underneath.

"I did too. Always do when I'm with ya," He said, the drawl you adored coming out. Bob could read the phone book to you and you swear you'd be enthralled.

Your touch was electric. Bob tried to focus on those bright beautiful eyes of yours, but he couldn't help but wander to your full lips. He tried looking away in an attempt to be respectful, but his eyes instead turned to the straps of your dress, tied together by a soft, velvet fabric. If he undid those knots, the dress would fall down, revealing your-

He had to get out of here.

Bob was crazy about you -in fact- he was ninety-five percent sure he wanted to marry you. Therefore, the last thing he wanted to do was come off too strong and scare you away, or worse, disrespect you.

From the corner of your eyes, you saw him beginning to take a step back.

No. Not tonight.

You stepped forward, your eyes straight on him. You made your way towards Bob with such focus and precision, it caught him off guard (a huge feat considering his job). It was how you were able to press your lips against his.

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Parking Spots and Matcha Lattes

Summary: In an attempt to get coffee, you meet a grade A asshole whose head you want to rip off. Meanwhile, Jake Seresin is pretty certain he just met his future wife in the parking lot of a coffee shop.

AKA Jake Seresin likes mean women, pass it on.

Shout-out to @p3mybeloved who isn't in the TGM fandom, but is the inspiration for this fic ♥️♥️

Part two is up!

It hadn’t been just a long day. It had been a long week.

And it was only Tuesday.

You were exhausted from working after hours to meet critical deadlines. If Barbara from admin found one more thing to nitpick, you were going to lose it.

So you decided to get coffee. Could you have made some at home? Absolutely. But you needed something, just a little something to make your morning brighter. Something that would remind you there was some good in the world and help you get through the first two hours of your day.

Instead of hitting snooze on your alarm clock five times, you got up after hitting it twice. You even remembered to apply deodorant and swipe on mascara. You left five minutes before your alarm to leave went off. Five whole minutes. You were on track to get coffee and get to work in plenty of time. Things were going well.

Too well.

You should have known something was about to fuck up your day when you saw the perfect parking spot. When the hell did that even happen? Never, you should have just gone to the back of the lot.

Foolishly, you started making your way towards the spot, thinking of all the things you could do with the extra minutes you would receive from your soon to be princess parking.

Your car and body lurched forward as you slammed on the brakes in order to not run into the white Jeep Wrangler that sped out from around the corner.

The heart palpitations you were experiencing from the sudden, potentially life saving decision descended into anger as you watched the speed demon take not just your desired parking spot, but also the one right next to it due to parking at an angle.

You gripped the steering wheel as rage seethed through your body. Instead of an elderly lady who just shouldn’t be driving, a tall blonde man dressed in some type of military uniform got out of the car. He didn’t even check his horrendous excuse of a parking job, walking into the coffee shop without a care in the world.

What a fucking asshole.

Normally you’d just find another spot and try to move on.

Not today. Because today was supposed to be a good day and you had done everything in your power to ensure it would start off on the right foot and this douchecanoe just ruined it.

So you found a nearby parking spot, walked over to the eyesore of a car and waited. All the rage and anger built up into you, thinking about his horrendous parking job, as well as the bullshit of your job.

You didn't even wait for him to say anything before tearing into him. The fact he was blonde and conventionally attractive added to your anger because of course a real life Ken doll would think it's okay to park like that.

"Hey dickhead! Who the fuck do you think you are, parking like that?"

"What the-oh wow," his voice trailed off when he took in all of you, not that you noticed.

"Is that how you drive tanks in the army? Because if so, holy shit, our country is-”

He scoffed, “Sweetheart, please. I’m a Lieutenant pilot for the Navy. And one of the best ones at that.”

Whether it was the Texan drawl that dripped through his voice or how he expected you to fall to your knees by revealing this information, you rolled your eyes.

“Oh, so you can fly million dollar planes but can’t park without taking up two spaces?” You remarked. He seemed to be taken aback by your comment, which gave you the motivation to keep going.

“First off, who the hell drives through a parking lot at forty-five miles an hour?! There are kids-well teenagers-who walk through here! I know your car is obnoxious as your personality, but not all of us get an adrenaline thrill from having to slam on their fucking breaks so they don’t crash into you.”

You didn’t notice how his emerald eyes were wide and staring right at you. You were on a roll.

“In fact, you probably wouldn’t have had to park so offensively if you had fucking slowed down. Or, you could have had a shred of decency and repark. Don’t they teach that in the military? To have honor or some shit? Or were you too busy doing bicep curls at the gym that day?”

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My #1 post of 2022

Summertime and Sundresses

Summary: it’s the dead of summer in New York City, so you’re wearing a sundress. This causes Peter to lose his mind.

Warnings: explicit smut, unprotected sex, afab reader, dom/sub elements, choking, slight voyeurism, Peter being a horny mess. I’ve never written smut before so uh yeah.

@agnesamarantheastwood @decadentpaperduck @phoebe-danvers @vigilvntes if I forgot anyone I am so sorry

“Babe, come on! We’re going to be late!”

You had to laugh. A few months ago, getting Peter to come to the farmers market with you was like pulling teeth. Now it was his favorite part of his and your Saturday plans.

Saturdays were devoted to the two of you. No work, no Spider-manning (as you liked to say). Just you and Peter. Sometimes you spent the day running errands, sometimes you spent it lazing around the apartment you shared. What you did never mattered, what mattered was that you got to spend time with the most amazing man you knew.

Even if he was being impatient.

It was the dead of summer in New York City. Which mean that by one in the afternoon, it was going to be hotter than Satan’s ass crack. The two of you had several errands to run

You noticed the sundress out of the corner of your eye. You had brought it on a whim, after seeing it in one of those ’25 viral pieces of clothing you have to buy!’ articles on the internet. You knew deep down that those brands had paid the website to be on the list, but damn if that dress didn’t look cute. It was white and had your favorite flowers splashed throughout the dress, with tortoise buttons from top to bottom.

You slipped it on and headed into the living room, ready to start your day with Peter.

“Babe come on, if we don’t leave now, the empanada stand is going to run-“ Peter stopped when you entered the living room.

“-out.”

Holy shit.

He’d never seen you in a sundress. He didn’t know how that was possible, after dating for you several years. But fuck if it wasn’t the hottest sights he had ever seen.

If you asked Peter what his favorite part of your body was, he would say all of it, which isn’t a lie. But there were some parts he liked a little more than others. And right now, all those parts were on display. Your shoulders were bare and so was your back, other than those two thin straps that kept your dress up. Those two straps deserved a medal considering your tits looked like they were dying to get out of the dress. The dress came to the middle of your thighs and of course to look down at your thighs, he also had to notice your hips and fuck.

He slowly stood up from the couch, using his long fingers to adjust his pants to help better cover up his growing erection. He felt like a teenager again, crossing his legs and arms to conceal the physical indicator that he was horny for you.

On any other day, Peter had no issue picking you up and having his way with you.

But he also knew how unhappy you would be later if y’all put off buying a new showerhead again. You two also needed to buy groceries because this was the fifth week you and him had ‘decided’ you would stop eating out so much.

Errands first. Then fuck insanely hot girlfriend. That’s what being a responsible adult was, right?

“You okay Tiger?” Your sweet voice broke him out of his thoughts.

“Oh yeah, yeah,” if he repeated it enough, maybe he could convince you and himself, “Uh….I’ll be right back. Gotta go check something in the bathroom.”

“Weren’t you just saying that we need to leave?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah but that was before nature called!” Peter all but ran to the bathroom, hoping the cold water he was about to splash on his face would calm down the tent in his shorts.

Be a responsible adult first, he kept reminding himself. That way he could fuck you for as long as he wanted, without having to go do errands. Just be a responsible adult.

Being a responsible adult sucked. In fact, Peter didn’t even feel like an adult, despite all the errands you and him were doing. He felt more like a teenager, with how everything you did was turning him on.

Every time you turned your bare back to him, it made him imagine your back on the bed or against a wall while he fucked you. Every time you titled your head to look at something, it exposed your neck that was currently unmarked which Peter thought was a real shame, as he could easily fix that. Not to mention how every time you kneeled down to look at the flowers, your dress rose up a bit, which was causing him to think about how badly he wanted to bury his head in between your legs and-

“Peter!” Peter looked up to see you standing there, holding two different bouquets.

“Which one do you think May will like better?” You asked. You brought flowers with you when you first met May and it was now a tradition you insisted on whenever the two of you had dinner at her place. Peter was incredibly thankful that this dinner wasn’t happening until tomorrow night.

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