#peter parker x poc

[bananabread-nana]

INTRO: Enchantress!OC

SERIES INTRO

Victoria Cecilia Lyn or Lia for short

Implied POC

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

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

SUIT

Nanotechnology

Similar to Black Panther’s suit

POWER

Mother experimented with the POWER STONE while pregnant

Similar to Wanda Maximoff

Can emit swords, knifes, chains and ropes

[fizziedoodle]

dating peter parker pt.3

[shewroteaworld]

And So, You Will

Pairing: Tasm!Peter Parker x WOC!reader

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

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

Word count: approx. 2,400

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

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

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

Liberal tears. Weak. You deserve this.

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

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

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

“Are you still awake?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m too anxious.”

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

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

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

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

His hand halts. “What do you mean?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I save people.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I don’t want to be selfish, Peter.”

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

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

His eyebrows furrow. “Why?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“There she is.” Peter whispers. 

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

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

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

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

And so, you will. 

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

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

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

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

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

xoxo,

shewroteaworld

[missdforever]

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

[thewriterg]

𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐲, 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞.

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

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

word count: 3.0k+

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

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

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

It’s what happens when you’re soulmates.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“FUCK!”

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

“No Mantis don’t say-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He wasn’t there in time

Now you were hurt

He failed you

His fault

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Steady Quill” The billionaire demanded

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh kid.”

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

maybe a part 2?🤔

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

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

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slightly toxic!ex!bf peter parker (gaslighter)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

psst: I made a part two

[merowkittie]

Valentine’s Day — Peter Parker

Summary: Valentine’s Day with Peter is always amazing.

Warnings: mentions of sex/other than that just fluff <3

(Take this as your Valentine’s Day special <3 you have another one cooking up but it’ll be late ><!) also I know it’s short but bare with me.. life is busy sometimes :(

Your eyes flitted across Peters face. He looked peaceful for once. It was nice seeing him relaxed without any bruises on his face and pained noises escaping his mouth.

His arms were wrapped around your bare waist tightly. You could still see the crescent shaped nail marks you made on his skin from the intimacy you two shared a few hours ago.

Peter and you stayed home all day. Cooking heart shaped pancakes, him giving you flowers, dancing to the record player, and the love making after tied it all together. It was nothing but sweet and gentle.

Peter was always gentle with you but today? Today felt so different. Maybe because it was Valentine’s Day and he always anticipates these days because he wants to make it better each year. The sex on that day? Mind blowing.

You hummed as you continued to stare at him. Your hand found his hair, running your fingers through his soft messy head of hair. He had such a cute bed head but he didn’t like when you called it that cause In his words, he’s not cute.

Sighs escaped your lips as the boy began to stir. A slight smile played on his face. You began to smile as you saw the light of the setting sun fall onto his face. “My beautiful boy.. you make me so happy..”

The words that escaped your mouth were sudden and you’d only hope it made its way to his ears and his brain received the words of serotonin.

Your fingers danced across his cheek bones and landed on the slope of his nose. You giggled as he scrunched his nose up at the feeling. Your fingers landed on his top lip and slid down slowly to his bottom.

They were red and slightly parted. You could feel his breathe slightly hit your finger. Then all of a sudden Peter bit it.

“Pete!” You squealed as you felt his tongue start to lick the tip of your finger.

He grinned at you as he let it go and you wiped it onto him. Peter shook his head at you and kissed your cheek.

“Maybe if you stop being a creep and watch me sleep I wouldn’t do things like that to you.” His smile was as bright as ever as he teased you.

You pouted at him and pushed his shoulder roughly, “..how long were you up?”

He raised an eyebrow at you and you groaned loudly. “Enough to hear you call me beautiful. Thanks babe.” He winked at you.

Your pout only grew worse as he continued to stare at you in the silence of the room.

You felt him move around and he sat up, grabbing your hips to pull you on his waist. You put your head on his chest and felt the dull lull of his heart beat against your ear.

“I’m glad I make you happy..” the sound of your name came out soothingly, His heartbeat started to increase with each word. “I feel like I can do anything with you, you know? I feel like I can just be silly and let go when I’m with you. You make me the happiest man ever.” Your name came out again in a hushed whisper only for your ears to hear.

His hand gripped the nape of your neck. The soft curls on it, tangling around his fingers. He pressed a kiss on your hairline and you sighed.

“Peter.. I love you so much, dork.” You laughed at the gasp that escaped his mouth.

He shook his head and inhaled deeply.

“Happy Valentines Day.” He whispered into your ear.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, my baby.”

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I know the end is a little shitty but! Happy Valentine’s Day Honey <3 YOURE very much loved ok? Valentine’s Day is not a Holiday where you just celebrate it with a significant other, it’s all about caring and being there for everyone or just someone you love. Spend it with your family or friends ;)

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY XOXO

[usaigi]

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

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

This is about Across the Spider-Verse btw.

[deexchanel]

Bullshit!

Word Count:

Pairing: Dad!Steve Rogers, BlackOC x Peter Parker.

Warning: Swearing, Arguing, Fighting.

Summary: Armoni sneaks out and Steve finds out.

A/N: I thought of this at random. It’s not edited but I’ll fix it later.

Armoni took curlers out of her hair as the group chat was booming with messages. It’s nearing the end of the school year, and it’s a party going on at Fran’s house. Everyone going, including Peter. Mj has him wrapped around her finger as they’ve gotten closer over the school year.

Eventually, the ‘You wanna hang?’ text stopped, and Armoni hung out with her homegirls more. Steve was watching tv in the living room. “Armoni!”

“Yess?” Armoni paused on doing her hair, walking to the living room.

“Heyy what did you wanna eat-.”He looked over and examined the outfit. “Where are you going?”

Armonii brushed off her dress, “Some party. I won’t be out late.” she turned around going to her room without waiting on a response but Steve followed.

“How are you going to go to a party? You didn’t even ask me to go like damn you could’ve at least asked!” He furrowed his brow. She waved him off because he’s always doing missions and never have time so why pay attention now. Steve always busy so she’s use to moving by herself without questions being asked.

“Don’t wave me off Armoni Rogers and since you want to be like that. You’re not going.” Steve raised his voice, her waving him off struck a nerve. All she had to do was ask and she could go. He’s getting the vibe that she doesn’t respect him anymore. He is her father and wants to know where she going for her safety.

“You can’t do that!” She sat on her bed now mad. Steve pointed to himself. “Yes I can. I’m the adult!”

“yeah the adult that’s never here.”

She faced the window, shaking her head,“Man you bullshitin.”

He grabbed her shoulder, “I’m bullshitin? All you had to do was ask me but you blew up into this attitude monster! This conversation is over!” He shook his head in disbelief walking out the room.

Armoni screamed into her pillow. The group chat buzzed some more and she screamed again. This is all so frustrating because why is he acting like this all of a sudden. It was one thing left to do.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y?”She whispered to the A.I system hoping that she will match her energy like how a Alexa be. This is Armoni’s first time using it but she’s took notice to how everyone uses it.

“Yes Armoni?” She talked in a normal voice but the teenager quickly shushed her.

“Shushh! Don’t talk so loud!”

“Yes?” The A.I now whispered.

“Do you think you can mute the elevator ‘ding’ noise? I need to get downstairs!”

“No.”

“F.R.I.D.A.Y can you help me? Please! It’s this almost end of the school year party going on and I really want to go. My best friend will be there looking bad as ever and I need to be stepping with her. Plus Peter will be there.” Armoni grabbed her purse then began to put on her shoes. “damn that boy is so fine!”

I guess telling F.R.I.D.A.Y her true feelings about Peter, she decided to help. “Since you want me to help, I have to tell them your whereabouts when asked. I am programmed too. Be safe Armoni.”

“Okay F.R.I.D.A.Y. I just need enough time for Peter to notice me. Thanks.”

“It’s muted Armoni.”

She didn’t respond, slowly opening the door to her room.Armoni crawled on the floor as quiet as she could. Steve was on the couch nodding off with the tv playing in front of him. Her purse fell off her back onto the floor which had him to turn around but Armoni was hidden behind the couch. Her heart beating against her cheat hoping he began to watch tv again.

She sat there another five minutes then began crawling again to the elevator. Armoni pressed down and the doors immediately opened without a noise being made. When the doors closed she stood up but her legs felt wobbly.

“Oh shit!! How the fuck did I pull that off on a super soldier?”She joked to herself while clutching her beating chest. Armoni laughed slowly sliding down to the ground again. Damn she really did that.

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“Hey bestie! You looking good as always!” Jayla instantly spotted her girl out the crowd. Armoni lift her shades onto her head and gave her the biggest hug.

“Heyy bestie! Guess the fuck what!”

“Girl what?”

“I snuck past Dad on the couch. Bitch my heart was beating so fast.”

Jayla laughed her ass off. “Omg. Are you serious?”

“Yes!” Armoni laughed then took sight of the crowd. She pulled at the hems of her dress looking for that familiar face. Her best friend obviously knew who she’s looking for and gave the lo.

“Left corner, behind the ping pong table near that bar. We can go over there if you want?”

Armoni got nervous since she couldn’t see who was with them. “Does my outfit look good? Shades on or off? I’m not going.” She said in one breath. The best friends worked on telling each other whatever feel so the other can help the best way they can.

“Okay calm now babes. You look good and you will get his attention.” Jayla grabbed her shoulders then smoothed her pink hair down. “Let’s go over there. I got your back and you got mine.”

“Yeah you’re right. Whew!”Armoni took a deep breath. They held hands as they walked over to the location of Peter. He stood there looking good as ever beside Ned. Some more of their classmates stood around holding conversation.

“Heyyy Peter.” Armoni grew confidence when they were closer. He turned around with a cup in his hand and that to die for smile.

“Moni, Hey!” He took in her outfit. “You look really good.”

She took notice of the nickname he gave, “Thank you.” Moni smiled while giving him a hug. Peter took in her smell as he wrapped his arm around her waist. When they pulled apart, he didn’t let her get far. Him and Ned had talked about this moment for weeks. He’s always had his eyes on his ‘Moni’

“How about we go dance?”

This was the moment she had been waiting for. “Um yeah, let me go get a cup.”Moni was mentally dancing for joy as she walked to get her cup.

When she got back, he lead her to the dance floor.

“Damn, I need you right now

You can take your time, don't have to rush”

Collide played through the speakers. He stood behind her as his arm wrapped around her chest area. Peter’s face was very closer to her neck and he loved every moment of it. Armoni focused on her hips to the beat.

“This might take us a while, yeah

I left all the doors unlocked and you said you're on your way.”

Peter grabbed her waist as she grind against him, feeling his friend grow. The liquor kicked in for the both of them but Armoni wanted more. “I’m going to get some more to drink!” She pointed to the bar.

“Want me to come?”

“Yes please.”

They held hands as she guided them over to the bar.

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Steve awoken suddenly, the vibe in the tower was off. The tv was still playing and only the kitchen light was on. He stretched then got up from the couch making way to Armoni’s room.

“Armoni? Princess let’s…” He opened the door to see an empty bedroom. Steve took notice of the surroundings. Her clothes were disorganized as if she was looking through them, no signs of struggle and she had multiple purses laid out. Armoni had managed to sneak past him and now Steve was pissed. He pulled out his phone to text her.

Popsicle

You snuck out for what Armoni?

Popsicle

You’re in so much trouble.

Popsicle

When have I ever been against you? All you had to do was ask Armoni. I really can’t believe you right now!

Popsicle

Where are you??

Not getting a response, irritated him more. It was only one person to ask since it was only them two there. “F.R.I.D.A.Y where is she??”

“A party Mr.Rogers…”

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“Let’s go outside and take pictures!” Jayla suggested to the group. Armoni ignored all messages from her Dad as she sat on Peter’s lap. Betty, Ned, and this cute guy named Luke were around them, chilling as well.

“Let’s go then.” Luke got up from the couch then turned to Jayla helping her up. The group made their way outside going to Luke’s car. While they helped Jayla with her pictures, Armoni leaned against the car while Peter hovered with his hands on her waist.

“Your hands been glued to me all night Parker.” Armoni giggled with her hands touching his soft hair. He kissed her neck,“You look so damn good I can’t help myself.” Peter pulled back a bit taking in those luxurious cheekbones and smooth brown skin.

“Can I take you out to somewhere nice?”

Armoni looked away out of nervousness and a smile slowly crept in until confusion struck. “Don’t you talk to MJ? I don’t want to be seen as nothing.”

“You won’t be seen as anything. MJ and I aren’t anything Moni. I want you.” He placed his hand under her chin to gently get her to look at him. “You deserve to be took somewhere nice so let me do it.”

She blushed madly, with having liquor in her system she didn’t know if this was real or not. “Ohh my fucking god, is this happening right now?”

Peter laughed, “Yes, this is happening right now.”

Armoni laughed herself for sounding so stupid,”Well then, yes you can take me out somewhere.” Peter smiled then leaned closer to her. She took hint and placed her lips onto his. Her hands went under his shirt as the kiss deepened. my goodness, his muscular build had her weak.

Then suddenly Peter is abruptly pulled off of her and Steve landed a punch to his face. “What! Dad?!” Armoni screamed as Peter quickly regained focus and punched Steve in the face. Before they could wrestle, Armoni quickly intervened.

“No! No! Do not fucking fight!” Her arms spread between the two guys to keep them apart. “Dad what are you doing here?!”

“I came to get my underage daughter from this party she wasn’t even supposed to go to! I find her swapping spit with Parker. I’m going to hurt you son!” Steve reached forward again but Armoni tried her best to push him back.

“No dad chill out!”

“No Armoni! I’ll chill out when my own daughter learn how to respect me. You’re 16! One Six! I let you get the crazy hair colors, the latest things, and be a little easy on the rules but what I don’t let slide is you sneaking out of the tower! Let’s go now!” Steve glared at her then grabbed her arm, leading her to his motorcycle.

“Wait Cap, I’m-” Peter ran his hand through his hair, wanting to apologize but Steve cut him off.

“Don’t say another fucking word Parker!”

He hopped on his bike and the second Armoni was secured, Steve sped off. She held onto her Dad as tears began to fall down her cheek.

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He put his bike in park and got off. They didn’t speak a word to each other while they walked into the tower.

“Dad…”Armoni spoke softly as the elevator approached living quarters. “I’m sorry.”

He didn’t respond, just looked straight ahead. She tugged at his leather jacket. “Dad.”

Steve faced his daughter with his cheekbone now swelling. The elevator doors opened and he walked out before her. “Dad!” Did you not hear me?” He was making way to the exercise room to release anger but turned around.

“I’m disappointed in you Armoni.” Without another word, he walked off.

Armoni stood there in tears knowing her father figure was tired of her shit. She pushed it to far and he probably wants to take her back to the orphanage. “Fuck! What have I done?”

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yeahhh cause what it do! should it be a part 2 ?

I hope yall are enjoying the new year!🫶🏾

Stay Slutty My Friends

[khoitai]

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

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originally posted on ao3 :)

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

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

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

“I’m gonna braid your hair.”

“What—“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[tsuk1sh1ma]

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[reverie-verse]

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

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[missdforever]

I low key cried at the end🥺😭🩷

i might be in love with you.

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

warnings: nwh spoilers

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

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

previous part is here.

divider by @firefly-graphics

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

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

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

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

Silence.

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

Silence.

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

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

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

Silence.

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

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

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

Silence.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Really?”

"Always.”

[sirenologyyy]

DATING MODERN!SEJANUS PLINTH!

modern!sejanus plinth x fem!reader

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

✮ author's note: why can't God make men like him anymore istfg!!! (Guys di na nakakatuwa.)

✮ warnings: cussing cuz yeah

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Arachne's voice is making me want to kill myself

Don't say that, that's mean

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

Fine, I guess it's sorta irritating

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

modern!sej who is a munch. Enough SAID.

[a-lil-bi-furious]

Top 10 Ships Including POC in 10 Different Fandoms

Round 1 | Round 2 | Round 3 | Round 4

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Everlark has everything, ok? Ship of all time.

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

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

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

[multiverseprincess]

gaslighter pt. 2

sorry for this, I'm getting the toxicity of my periods out of my system with these- THESE ARE NOT NORMAL BEHAVIOURS DO NOT ENABLE THEM.

tw: creepy men (not pete), overthinking, lots of it, stalking (pete), post-break up vibes and sadness, heartbreak, things left unsaid and angst galore.

peter realizes that maybe, just maybe a break up doesn't mean that he can't still know what you were upto. he thinks it's okay, okay to keep tabs on you through webslinging persona.

not only does he follow you silently through the streets of NYC, swinging, jumping rooftop to rooftop- he'd try to be there every night but he thinks (that's slightly pushing it) but he also, sometimes just fall asleep on the rooftop opposite to your building, listening in here and then- to check see what kinda day you'd had.

he's not moved on, not at the pace he's at- he thinks to himself that he's done, you were it and if he can't have you maybe he's just not meant for it, he's done playing god he thinks.

he hears it then, when he's followed you to a night out at a club with your friends, a guy chatting you up and asking you for your number- his heart is in his throat, he knows that it's not his place and the fact that he just gets to see you love your life no matter from how far away it is, is a merciful thing, but if you added someone else to that- it's a double edged sword he'd carry forever.

you allow him another mercy, you turn the guy down, gently, as if there's anything else you are- "I'm sorry, I'm not into dating right now", you'd let them down gently, wishing them a good night and a cheers.

peter smiles to himself and chuckles, 'cheers to you too lovely', he thought to himself. he thinks to how he'd get you in the first place-

you were working at a cafe he had dropped by randomly, he was tired and needed juice for his patrol and he barely looked at you, looking at the confectionery in the food display counter, the light from it falling on his face, it made him look ethereal to you and the fact that he didn't look up and was tired, made you feel for him.

as he ordered, still looking at the display, distracted and unfocused, rubbing his face w his left hand and apologizing for not being able to pronounce something right, he placed his order- "um, um- yeah, a decaf and that pah-mee-ay (palmiers)"

you cleared your throat and he was still nodding, digging through his jacket, when you clear your throat once more making him look up

and you held his gaze as you did something you would never do to a stranger, much less a customer- "so you want a decaf and a pal-meay (palmiers)?"

you said it your lip movements a little more pronounced, his gaze drops to them for a second, making you smirk and he nods, his cheeks heating up at being caught a second time by you.

he's not dettered though, age and experience have emboldened him- "yeah that's how you say that?"

"mm hm"

"yeah and how d'ya say your name?"

it's straightforward, he felt his heart in his throat but you didn't know it then- he just knew he'd be a fool to walk away without your name and your number and maybe a date.

he thought you were the prettiest person he'd seen in a while, well, atleast pretty to him- the kind of pretty that made his muscles feel like mush and his stomach fluttery. you made him want to try, and something told him you'd be worth everything and more.

and it stands true when you walk out of the club, for a breather and stand back to wall in the dingy alley behind the club. he moves closer to the edge of the roof at that, closer to your side, just as he did-

"hey dollface, where are ya peepin huh? night's still young" the guy comes in out, the vibes are making his Spidey senses tingle.

"just getting a breather", you replied with a polite smile

peter was on high alert, his senses were going off

"yeah your mind changed on the number yet?"

"yeah still not ready, thanks"

"that's a pity hunny, could've been going home with me tonight ya' know- have some fun, maybe a lot?", the guy moves from the wall opposite to you, getting closer as they replied, their right hand is put next to your face and before his put his left one too-

two things happened- you kneed him where the sun didn't shine and elbowed his chest, while spiderman webbed his mouth shut and pulled him up, much to your surprise and amusement

"My turn!", spiderman said, sweeping him off his legs- he webs the guy upside down from the roof, while you step inside to alert the creepy guys friends that they should get him, and if they like their bodies the way they are- away from the club to never return.

as you are about to step out again, bidding goodbye to your friends with plans of how and when everyone's getting home checked and verified- you see spiderman waiting next to the clubs doors.

you smile at him and start walking home, him falling in step next to you

"salutations mister spiderman", you sassed, wanting to keep whatever this was breezy, you were 6 drinks down and it was not the week to end with a bad trip.

"hey lovely", he chuckled, his boyish voice immediately activating that numb part of your heart, spurring it to life and now it aches, yeah- you weren't ready to see him again. no matter what mask he put on.

"I can walk myself home you know?, I'm okay I've got a fully charged phone too" you wanted him gone, you were afraid if he acted casual you'd actually say or do things you'd regret and it's not good street cred to be yelling at spiderman- ask JJ.

"It would make me feel better to walk you home tonight, please let me- you don't have to, trust me, you don't have to do shit for me, but if you can, please let me do this" for me more than for you he wants to add, but the way you stop walking and turn to look at him, something tells him you get it. he only hopes that you don't say no now, he'd not push if you did though- that's not what May raised him to be.

you fold your hands ask you reply-

"yeah and you're gonna go back to rooftop stalking after that?"

his blood goes cold for a minute and he wants to bury himself alive.

"y-you knew?", wow no defence at all, pete, wow.

"Spidey you aren't very sneaky, not to me, must be losing your touch", you tsk'd walking away frim him as he stood still, you swayed your hips a little more, you knew he liked to watch you- you never stopped him, wouldn't either. if there was one guy you wanted watching you it was him, just his eyes.

he snaps into motion as you turn a block and jobs to catch up- "you knew? you're not mad? annoyed? creeped out?"

"I'm not mad or annoyed, I saw you the first day after the break up and I know you've got sini-

he clears his throat and you look at him in surprise, oh yes, inside voice

"um, bad guys, so yeah, I know you're just looking out, I'm not mad or creeped out, you're just annoying w how hard you try to not be noticed by me" I'd notice you in a crowd, pete- you want to add.

peter nods, he wants to add- yeah and I missed you, I wanted you to be safe and I want to see you be safe, I miss you, will you take me back, ever?

he wants to say so much and he watches you look at him expectantly, he wants to have it out, take you to your place, maybe come in and God just sleep, hold you, kiss you a little or maybe more and just sleep dreamlessly in your arms but it feels like a luxury he can't afford and doesn't deserve.

so he just nods, nods and says- "I'm gonna walk you home and go back to patrol, stay on alert, yeah?"