#tasm!Peter Parker story

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One Last Date For Christmas | PART ONE: An Arrangement At The Christmas Party

Summary: Another year, The same Christmas party and holiday hook up... or is it?

Warnings: 18+ Only, Smut (oral M & F receiving, p in v, mild dirty talk with Christmas references), Mentions of Cancer/Death, Fake Dating, Fuck Buddies to Lovers, this is basically Hallmark/Netflix Christmas movie vibes

Word Count: 5.9K+

A/N: Okay, so I've been feeling crumby lately and really need a boost, so although we took a poll and it was decided this whole story would go up as one piece at the same time, I need the motivation and have had a crumby week mentally and need a boost. So here is part 1. If you do enjoy PLEASE LEAVE ME FEEDBACK!!! I am like Tinkerbell, if I don't get attention I will die haha. But seriously my mental health needs the kind words for energy so please take a moment to share some if you like this part and not just like it. Anyway... ENJOY!!!

Another year, another fancy corporate business party Peter was obliged to attend due to his job. It had become such a regular routine over these last 7 years J. Jonah Jameson didn’t even bother asking if he was available to come anymore, just automatically emailed over the details so he could attend. 

Peter couldn’t completely complain. He got free drinks and fancy food for the night. I mean in reality he got to act just like any other guest, despite the camera he had around his neck for the night. And instead of paying to be there, he was instead getting paid to be there. Sure it was only an extra couple hundred bucks, but at this time of year it really did make all the difference.

Being a freelance photographer only made him so much a year, especially when the rest of his time was spent moonlighting as the local superhero which didn’t pay a thing. Not that he couldn’t have made some money as a public figure. A couple grand here to endorse a few products. A donation of thanks or two from business owners or generous members of the community there. All of which had been options that he had turned down. That wasn’t who Spider-Man was and definitely not who he wanted Spider-Man to be. And so at almost 40 years old, this was Peter’s life.

No wife. No kids. Not even a pet, because he couldn’t commit to spending enough time at home in his tiny run down box of a studio apartment, to look after it. He sometimes brought girls home, he did have needs after all, but no matter how interested they had been in him, he’d never let himself get attached. After Gwen he would never get attached again.

The only one to ever even come close was you. He had met you 5 years ago now at this very event. Just like him, you always felt like a fish out of water at these parties, despite always being on the guest list. Your Father was one of the big business benefactors of the party and ever since the divorce you had become his regular plus one. 

Just like Peter you were a chronic singleton, always too busy traveling for work to be able to sustain an actual relationship, despite your Mother trying her best every time you were home to set you up with some poor soul. She just didn’t get it. You didn’t believe in marriage anymore as most of them ended in divorce, your parents marriage and even two of your Uncle’s marriages prime examples alone; and as for children? You had decided at the age of 13 you wouldn’t have kids and no matter how many times your Mother, Grandmother or Aunt Sarah told you, you would change your mind, you hadn’t. If anything the birth of your brother’s kids had only cemented things more. 

It wasn’t that you didn’t like your niece and nephew, you were just always glad you could pass them back off to your brother and his wife after a few hours of their shrieking play and demands for cookies and ice cream, while fighting over what to watch on the telly. No, you had never wanted kids and you never would. You had however always wanted to get a cat, but until you changed jobs or just simply didn’t have to travel for work anymore, that would just remain a lovely little dream for the future.

Peter always arrived to the party early. After all, he was getting paid by the hour, so the longer he was there taking photos, the more money he could claim from the Daily Bugle finance department on Monday. He aimlessly wandered around taking photos of the venue and the table settings and the odd entering guest as people arrived. He helped himself to horderves off of shiny platters and the odd glass of champagne as he worked, seamlessly floating through the crowd, formally stopping people every now and again for more posed group shots, other times just taking candid photos of people mingling. He took the occasional booming order from J. Jonah Jameson, “Hey Parker! Make sure you get a shot of me with the Mayor. Parker! Come here and take a photo of me and Mrs Perez! Parker! Take a picture of me and my wife!”

“Yes, sir.” Peter would respond with a smile. Usually you were here by now to laugh at the way he followed the head of the Daily Bugle around like his lap dog, but as of yet you still hadn’t arrived. Then a horrible thought crossed Peter’s mind, ‘what if you weren’t coming this year.’ He had seen your Father walking about, had even taken a couple of photos of him with various business partners and city officials, but as of yet there had been no sign of you.

Peter checked his watch again hoping you were just running late, but the closer it got to 8.30pm and the start of the meal portion of the night, he started to give up hope. He knew you were busy, always flying between Tokyo, Milan, London and Paris for work; but you were always usually back home for the holidays. He was just about to check his watch again when you came through the door like a whirlwind in red.

He watched you like a Spider sizing up his prey as you made a beeline for your Father. You gave him a rushed greeting and an apologetic kiss to the cheek, before you followed him and the rest of his group to their table, placed closer to the small makeshift stage that had been erected at one end of the long window lined room. He kept his focus on you as you took your seat, your father pushing your chair in for you as you turned to greet one of the other women at the table a couple seats away from you. That was, until J. Jonah Jameson’s booming voice called him away again.

“Parker! You’re over here with us!” He barked as he ushered Peter over to a table on the other side of the room. He was just able to lock eyes with you and give you a friendly smile before he took his seat. “I’ve sat you on this side so you can get the wife’s good side.” Jameson continued to say.

There was a couple of speeches and awards before the food was served. Peter was pleased to find that he was in fact in a good vantage point in which he could take pictures of the stage this year without having to move. He also had a clear sightline to you too, his lens unconsciously moving in your direction every few shots then back again.

Peter had chosen the steak and hasselback potatoes for his dinner with a rich chocolate pudding for dessert. When he finished his meal, he dismissed himself from the table, as he traditionally did, to go around the tables and take a few more candid shots of people before taking a break at the bar. 

“I’ll take an old fashioned, please.” Your familiar voice suddenly came from beside him. “I’m sorry I was late.” you said as you leaned into him as if conspiratorially. “My flight got delayed.”

“Where were you coming from this time?” Peter asked as he took a sip from his own drink.

“Boston.” You said with a sigh. It definitely hadn’t been the answer he was expecting and his quizzical look at you said as much. “I was visiting my Mother. Her and her new partner Brad moved there a few months back to be closer to his grandchildren.” You explained.

“I’m guessing that means you got away with not being set up on a blind date this visit.” Peter fished, knowing your Mother’s habits and routines well after these last 5 years of annual hookups.

“You’d think so.” You said as you took a sip of your stiff drink, just to emphasize the drama of it all. “Turns out Maggie’s teacher is single and available.” you say with mock enthusiasm.

“Maggie?” Peter questions.

“One of Brad’s grandchildren.” you fill in with another sigh and eyebrow raise. “I wish she’d just give it a rest, you know?” You pause as you take another sip of your drink before you tell him, “I’m thinking of coming up with a fake boyfriend just to get her off my back. But then I know she’ll be all like ‘when do I get to meet him?’” you say doing an exaggerated impersonation of your Mother’s voice.

“Yeah, I think about doing the same thing with Aunt May sometimes, but I’d hate lying to her.” Peter confided.

“How is your Aunt?” you ask. The one blessing of only seeing each other once a year meant there were always things for you both to talk about and catch up on.

You watch as his face falls, his eyes turning sad as he looks into his drink. “Umm, they’re not good actually. We found out this year she has stage 4 breast cancer. The doctor said this is probably gonna be her last Christmas.” He struggles to look at you.

“Peter, I’m so sorry.” you say, mustering up as much empathy as you can as your hand instinctively comes to rub at his back. “Is there nothing they can do?”

“They said they could try a few different treatments but it wasn’t guaranteed to work and May ultimately decided that… Well she said that she’s lived to a good age and if this is how she is meant to go, this is how she is meant to go.” He paused, blinking hard as he continued to stare at the liquid in his glass. “She said I was a grown man and didn’t need her anymore.” He let out a small unsatisfied chuckle that wreaked of denial, before he finally looked at you again. “I just… I just feel guilty, you know?”

“What for?” You asked him.

“It’s just. I know she was always holding onto this hope that I’d meet someone. That I’d end up finding someone and settling down. Live a life like her and Ben did.”

“But that’s not what you want from your life?” you question him now unsure, as you finally sit yourself on the bar stool next to him. “I mean, if you wanted that, isn’t that what you would have done? Gone out, met a girl. Settled down. You can’t be someone you’re not just to please others.”

“But it was what I wanted.” he suddenly confides. “And that’s why I feel guilty because she knows that. When I first introduced her to Gwen, I said, ‘that’s the girl I’m going to marry Aunt May.’” he says with gusto, like he’s saying it exactly how he had said it to her, before his body deflates again.

“But things change. People change. We’re allowed to change Peter.”

“I know, but… she just, I know she never gave up hope.”

“You know what they say about hope?” You say.

“It breeds eternal misery,” he bristles.

“No.” You chastise. “It’s like the sun, if you only believe in it when you can see it, you’ll never make it through the night.”

Peter’s brow furrows as his head turns back to you. “Did you just quote Star Wars to me?”

“Princess Leia.” you smile.

“God I love you.” he says casually with a smile.

“I know.” you continue to beam back before you raise your glass towards him. “For Aunt May?”

“For Aunt May.” he agrees before clinking your glass with his own.

You both creep away a little before midnight, catching a cab back to your apartment. You always went back to your apartment. Peter said it was because he wanted you to be comfortable and said it was more homelier than his place, but the truth was, Peter was ashamed to take you back to his own apartment. It looked like a dingy run down squat or some really dodgy student housing in comparison to your place. 

He didn’t want to kid himself, he knew he was definitely punching above his weight a little when it came to you, not because he necessarily thought he was ugly, but more simply because you had more money than him. You’d never made him feel inferior for it. In fact you’d always wanted to help him by offering to put him in contact with some galleries so he could get more of his work out there. Maybe make some extra cash by selling some of his photos as art for the rich and wealthy, not just to a local paper, but Peter had never had the guts to take you up on the offer. It would make him feel indebted to you and throw the balance of your relationship off even more than it somewhat already was.

“Did you choose red because it’s my favourite color or just for the festivities?” He nibbled on your ear as his fingers ran across the velvet skirt of the dress, dragging it up to your thigh as he pressed himself against your back.

You hadn’t bothered turning on any other lights than the Christmas tree, before you stopped to take a moment to look out your window at the city. Christmas in New York was your favorite time of year. Every year to mark the occasion, you would go down to Rockefeller Plaza, grab a hot chocolate and watch as they turned on the lights. As kids you would go ice skating there. Less so now you were adults, your brother and his own kids had their own tradition of skating in Central Park on Christmas Eve, but some years you would still partake.

“I chose it for the season.” You sighed, your body relaxing back into him, head resting on his shoulder as he kissed his way down your neck.

“My festive little elf.” He teased as his fingers continued to work up the hem of your dress until they could reach your panties, which you had in fact bought new and chosen with Peter in mind.

“I even brought presents.” You plaid along teasingly.

Your breathing hitched slightly as the pads of his fingers dragged over your lace covered clit.

“Really? For me?” You could feel him smiling into the exposed skin of your collarbone.

“Mhmm.” You hum. “Maybe, you should unwrap me.” You tease back.

“Mmm.” He hums back deeply in delight as he turns you around to face him. The hand that was just ghosting at your centre, now wraps firmly around the back of your neck, as he smashes your rouge stained lips into his. 

His other hand begins pawing at the velvety fabric of your dress again before he’s pulling his face away from you, his grin growing too big and you can’t help but give a satisfying smile back as you notice how your lipstick has transferred from your lips to his, marking him as yours for the evening. Your hand reaches for his and you begin taking steps backwards, pulling him in the direction of your bedroom and awaiting bed.

Your room is a slight mess from your hasty packing before you left for Boston and your equally hasty unpacking upon your return. You’d just had enough time to get home and get changed, rushing your make up and hair, before you left to go to the party. Your suitcase lay open on the floor, some of the contents lay spilling out from where you had hunted around for your makeup bag. The little pink bag from Victoria Secret sat upside down on the floor beside it. Peter spies it the moment he enters the room.

He feigns shock, “Did you buy this for me?” He teases as he picks up the bag.

“Don’t get too excited Parker, they were having a sale.”

“I don’t care.” He says with a boyish grin, despite his 39 years of age. “Come here and let me see.”

You smile at him as you begin to step closer to him before calling out into the room, “Alexa, turn on mood lighting.”

His eyebrows raise as a lamp in the corner of the room turns on, illuminating your bedroom in a magenta hue. “Mood lighting huh?”

“Do you wanna be able to see your Christmas gift or not?” You sass back with a hand on your hip.

“I mean, I’ve always thought of you as my Christmas present, regardless of what you wear.” He says as his fingers begin to grab for you again and pull you into him.

“Next year I won’t bother then.”

“Oh no, you’ve made it a thing now. I’m gonna expect this, every- single- year- from now on.” He says between kisses across your cheek and down your neck and upper chest. You begin to giggle and shriek in delight as his lips gently nibble at your skin. “Mmm.  Come on then. Let’s see what you got for me.” He says ripping himself away from you so you have the space to reach behind you for the zipper to your dress. 

The dress begins to relax its hold on your body, slowly exposing the black strapless lace bra to Peter before you slide the dress down the rest of your body to show off the matching lacey bikini briefs. You carefully step out of the puddle that now is the red velvet dress on your floor, your ankles only wobbling slightly as you still stand in your heels for him to take in the full sight.

He pauses for a moment silently taking you in before he gives a small nod. “Yes. Yes, this will do. Excuse me a moment while I go and write my thank you letter to San-“

“Peter.” You whine.

“Oh come on, don’t be bratty with me now.” He says jokingly as he steps closer and wraps you in his arms again.

“I thought you liked it when I was bratty.” You joke back as your arms wrap around his neck.

“Nope. You become completely intolerable and insufferable and…” You roll your eyes as he continues to list words, but nonetheless, begin to snake your arms from around his neck, trailing them down his chest as you begin to get down on your knees before him.

You begin to work open the button of his jeans, freeing his semi hard cock from its confines. He only stops his fake monologue about you acting like a brat when you take his length into your mouth and his hand involuntarily reaches out for the side of your head as he sighs. 

The only sounds that fill the room now are his small gasps and moans and your saliva slick lips around his cock. One of your hands braces itself on his thigh, whilst the other works the rest of his shaft your mouth won’t reach.

You pull off him with a sloppy pop of your lips and Peter groans before you begin to circle the tip of his cock with your tongue and he jumps away from you with sensitivity, suddenly worried he’d blow his load too soon if you continue like that. It makes you giggle.

His fingers reach around the flesh of your bicep and he pulls you up off the floor before pulling you into him, his head nuzzling into your neck, lips and teeth nibbling and teasing at your skin and driving you crazy. He’d worked out that you liked that on the second Christmas you had slept together. He loved the way it made you sigh but also giggle and shriek when the sensation grew too much.

“Ahhh Peter.” you cried out with a high pitched moan. 

He reluctantly broke himself away from you and the intoxicating smell of your favorite perfume so you could latch your mouth onto his, a satisfied smile struggling to be contained on your lips. He can’t help but smile back.

“Peter!” you shriek and giggle as he reaches around to pick you up and drop you back onto the covers of your bed.

Your hands get lost in his hair as he begins kissing his way down your chest. Your stomach involuntarily twitches as his lips move across it and the way his hands reach for your hips to forcefully hold you in place sends you reeling, a wave of arousal soaking your panties. His lips skip over your underwear, instead kissing at the inside of your thigh as his hands begin to relax on your hips, his fingers curling under the waistband of your underwear, ready to pull them down.

As he removes you of your underwear, he also takes the opportunity to rid himself of the flattering black long sleeved top he’d been wearing all evening. The removal of his shirt reveals a silver necklace that had been hiding beneath the shirt and the way the chain hangs off his neck has you biting your lip. It is so rare to see a man wear jewelry so you never realized the effect the sight had on you before, but there's something about the connotations and hidden meaning to it, his choice and confidence to wear it, makes you want to rub your thighs together in want. 

His fingers are suddenly teasing at your entrance though and its almost enough to take the edge off, or it would be if his finger hadn’t stopped at the first knuckle of his middle finger. You realize he’s only done it so he can spread the arousal that was already leaking out of your cunt around between your folds and across your clit so he can then go in and lick it all off. Your head falls back into the pillows of your bed as you sigh out his name in relief.

You can feel the focus he has radiating off of him without even looking as he begins to expertly lick up from your entrance, swirl his tongue around your clit and then back down again as he draws moans, ever increasing in volume, from your lips. You found out very early on in your yearly dalliances that he was an expert with that tongue, making you cum not once, not twice, but three times just from his tongue alone, when you told him no one had ever actually gotten you off that way before.

You could feel your first climax of the night building low within you, your muscles growing tight, clit growing extra sensitive as your fingers tangled themselves into his hair, encouraging him and guiding him and not allowing him to pull away until you finished. The pressure of his tongue grew firmer and you ground your clit down against it until that tight thread within you snapped, your hips stuttering as pleasure rippled through you. He held tightly onto you, lapping up everything you gave him and helping you ride it out until you were actively pushing him away from you. He gave your bare thighs a small satisfactory slap as he gave you his smug tight lipped  smile that seemed to say ‘another happy customer’ and you couldn’t help but let out a little giggle before turning your head and trying to hide the ear to ear smile that was on your face.

You were able to compose yourself as he shifted from the bed to shuck himself fully off the rest of his clothes, his jeans joining your red dress in a puddle on the floor, before he carefully lifted the necklace off over his head and placed it on your bedside table. You shifted yourself over on the bed as he came down to rest beside you, his hand reaching out to pull your face to him as he gave you a kiss before he encouraged you to climb up on top of him.  Your lips didn’t part from his as you straddled his waist, your cunt involuntarily rubbing itself along his hard length as your tongues intermingled with one another.

His fingers reached round to grab a hold of your ass cheeks, squeezing the flesh as he encouraged you to grind down harder. You moaned and gasped against his lips at the drag of your clit across his skin. Your open mouth before him allowed him to reach out for your lower lip, sucking it into his mouth making you moan louder, before he began to trail kisses down your chin and neck. You closed your eyes, getting lost in the feeling and the sounds of your own voice. It sent a new flood of arousal between your legs and you could feel Peter grinning against your skin as you worked your slick over his length.

You paused only long enough to reach over to your chest of drawers, pulling a box of condoms out of the second drawer. The position allowed Peter to attach his mouth over your breasts, his teeth biting at them over the lace bra. You reached behind you to unclasp it and take it off as you sat upright, Peter’s hands resting patiently on the tops of your thighs as he waited for you to then open the condom. You held out the torn open packet for him to take the condom and start rolling it down onto his length as you reached back over the side of the bed to drop the wrapper in the bin. 

You shifted your legs back slightly as you recentred yourself, one hand balancing on the bed, the other on his bare chest as he lined himself up with your entrance. He glided the tip of his cock against your folds, covering the tip of his cock with your slick before he began to encourage you back onto it. The slow fill of his cock inside you had you letting out a long sigh of satisfaction, your eyes falling closed, head tilting back as you savored the feeling.

It had been a slow year. Despite a brief hook up with a guy over the summer after a night out with friends and a quick tinder hookup in your hotel in Rome (where the guy spoke barely a lick of English), your only companion had been your old reliable rabbit toy. You’d be lying if you hadn’t been counting down the days to tonight the whole time you had been visiting your Mother. When your flight had been delayed, it was the thought of missing out on your one good and guaranteed fuck of the year that had stressed you out. Now it all seemed worth it.

Peter started slowly, his hips pushing up into you at an agonizing pace as he guided you down and your hips back with every thrust, the contours of his cock dragging agonizingly slowly across every sensitive spot inside you, working you up gradually to another earth shattering climax. Your body bowed over him as you let out small gasps of praise into his forehead, your fingers gripping tightly into the sheets either side of his head. You felt one of his hands run soothingly up your back and it sent shivers down your spine that only added to the sensation building in between your legs.

“Peter.” you sighed against him, as you pressed your forehead into his, your eyes closed in concentration as you chased that feeling inside you.

“What is it? What do you need?” his voice gently calls to you as he moves the hand that was caressing your back round behind your neck, pulling your lips down to his for a kiss.

“More. I need more.” you say equally as gently back into his lips. 

You feel his head give a small nod in acknowledgment before he seals the deal with a kiss, as his thrusts begin to grow quicker and firmer in pace. It makes him hit something deep inside you that has you crying out. Your eyes fly open, desperate to lock onto his. He looks up at you with such beauty and gratitude. It makes you want to kiss him again and you do, your tongue licking deeply and slowly into his mouth in rhythm with his thrusts.

Your thighs shudder slightly as the sensation between your legs changes and you know your cumming again but the feeling of his cock moving between your legs doesn’t stop. It works you through the high and he still doesn’t stop. Instead his thrusts grow fast as he searches for his own release. You brace yourself, holding yourself over him as he just takes what he wants. If he holds out long enough you think you can get out one more orgasm of your own.

You balance yourself on one arm as your other hand reaches between your legs, swirling rapidly at your clit as you push yourself against his length, feeling every sensation of his rapid thrust. Peter grunts in response at the sensation of your fluttering cunt and it forces him to find one final push, his hips sputtering only slightly before he increases his angle and speed one last time, then he’s embracing you.

His arms wrap tightly around you as your final climax soaks his cock. Your head is buried into his neck as you try to shut out the overstimulation for just a few more strokes of his cock before he stills, his length pulsating as he finishes, only adding to the sensitivity between your legs making you squirm. He’s quick to push you off him as you do, his own sensitivity unable to take the feeling.

You both pause breathing deeply as you come down before he gives you a small tap and you flop onto your side on the bed. He quickly gets up, kicking his legs out to disperse the blood around them as his cock softens. You close your eyes to revel in the last dregs of your orgasm as he goes to your adjoining ensuite to sort himself out.

He takes a little longer than usual and you begin to frown, but then you hear the flush of the toilet and the door opening and you settle. You quickly get up, flashing him a smile as you hobble to your bathroom with legs like a newborn calf. Usual he’d let out a proud little chuffing laugh but this year he doesn’t.

When you return to see him sat on the side of the bed in his underwear, his fingers reaching to fix the necklace he had taken off back over his head and around his neck, you realize he looks distracted. “What is it? What’s wrong?” you ask him as you climb over the bed to your rightful side and slip between the covers.

His head turns, eyebrows raising as if he’s only just noticed you’re back in the room. “Huh?” he says. “Oh, nothing.”

“Really?” you say as he shuffles himself round to face you, put he doesn’t get under the covers. Peter doesn’t sleep over. He stays for a debrief and a chat for maybe another hour, some years two, but always leaves to return to his own apartment and bed.

“It’s just,” he says as he places an arm under his head as he gets himself comfortable, “I was just thinking about what you said earlier.”

“What did I say earlier?” you reply as you shift into a similar position to his, facing him. You look like two kids at a slumber party who have moved so close to each other so you can whisper really quietly and not disturb the others who are sleeping.

“About pretending to have a boyfriend to get your Mom off your case.”

You frown at him, “Yeah, but it’d never work because she’d want to meet him.”

“Okay, yeah.” he says, but his tone isn’t one of defeat, it instead says ‘wait, hear me out’. “But what if you had someone to take home and pretend to be said boyfriend?”

You’re still confused. “What are you trying to get at here Parker?” You suddenly sit up, placing distance between the two of you as a realization hits you. “Wait, this isn’t you asking me out or trying to be my boyfriend is it? You know I don’t really do the whole dating thing. We have our arrangement and that's-”

“No. NO. Would you just hear me out.” he speaks over you and cuts you off as he too sits up defensively. “Look, I just thought we could come to some sort of arrangement.” You’re silent as he pauses and takes a deep breath and you wait for him to continue. “Okay.” he says, his hands folding in his lap, “This is probably gonna be my Aunt May’s last Christmas.” he says and the implication of his words make you bristle. He struggles to look at you, but your eyes remain fixed on him so he know that you are listening and paying attention, even if his words are starting to make you uncomfortable. “I don’t want her to die thinking I’m gonna spend the rest of my life alone, you know? I mean,” he sighs, collecting his thoughts before he continues, “I don’t want her to die without hope.”

“Okay.” you acknowledge quietly as you follow his words.

“So I was thinking, what if- just for this christmas,” he emphasizes, “what if we pretend to you know, actually date. Come the New Year we go our separate ways as normal, no strings attached, but you know, just to get our families off our backs so we can live our chosenly single lives.” He screws up his face a little at the word chosenly, which he’s all but sure he’s made up but figures he’s gotten his point across.

“So, we pretend to date for the holidays to get our parents off our backs?” you frown, checking you’ve got his proposal right.

“Yeah. You’d come for Christmas Eve dinner with my Aunt and I’ll…” his voice trails off as he wracks his brain for an equal solution for you.

“You’ll come to Boston with me for my Mother’s New Years party.” You fill in for him.

He hesitates a second realizing he’d actually need to travel and stay with you and your family to make things even on your side of things, but the thought of letting May die thinking he’s going to be lonely forever, has his stomach turning more so he hastily agrees. “Fine, but-” he interjects, knowing a single day with his Aunt for a supposedly 2-3 day trip with your family isn’t a fair exchange, “if my Aunt is still with us in February, you have to stop by on Valentines day.”

“I thought you just said we go our separate ways come January.” You respond.

“Yes, but one meal with my Aunt in comparison to a multi day trip to Boston is hardly an equal-”

“Fine. Fine.” You concede with your hands raised.

He relaxes slightly as you come to an agreement. “You wanna shake hands on it or something?” he offers. You roll your eyes, your fingers reaching for the pillow you’d pulled into your lap to nervously fiddle with instead, picking it up and throwing it at him. “Hey.” he jokingly exclaims as he holds his hands up to catch the pillow before it hits him in the face. “Is that any way to treat your new boyfriend?” he deadpans.

“Uuuhhgg.” you scoff back with another eye roll but you can’t help the tiny smirk that creeps into the corner of your mouth.

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ANDREW GARFIELD practicing stunts for "The Amazing Spider-Man" (2012, dir. Mark Webb) is so stimulating! Shake off Sony's hard drive!

Andrew and his commitment and love for the character and his story is so touching 🥺

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pairing: peter parker x female reader

cw: fluff

word count: 342 words

a/n: much like my previous peter x reader fanfic, i’m pretty sure this works with any of the peters (tobey, andrew, or tom) so feel free to choose whichever you want to imagine this story with.

The snow was a beautiful clean white, the fireplace was crackling with bewitching flames, the songs were cheerful and merry, but Christmas wasn’t complete without her.

Peter gazes at Y/N, who seems to be staring intently at the window, the view being the sight of falling snowflakes and bursts of cold wind that would sway past. But, something else caught his eye. Something that was hanging on top of her—a mistletoe. That vibrant patch of green leaves decorated with dots of red that form into a perfect circle was located directly above her head. She was clever.

“Under a mistletoe?” He questions cheekily as he approaches the surprised woman.

Finally turning around, she faces her boyfriend, who had a smirk plastered on his lips. “What?”

“Why are you under a mistletoe?” He repeats.

Y/N shrugs, deciding to play along. “Oh… I’m waiting for someone.”

A look of hurt spreads across his face as he places a hand over his chest, pretending as though he had just been stabbed. “Really? Who is he? I’m insanely jealous.”

Y/N giggles at his little performance, to which he simply smiles to.

They continue to gaze out at the dark night sky, the moon glowing brightly atop of the world. It was stunning, but, something else was occupying Peter’s stream of thoughts.

“I’m glad you came,” he confesses, sincerity evident in his tone.

Y/N turns back to connect her eyes with his once more, slightly taken aback with his sudden confession. “Of course I would. Why wouldn’t I?”

Peter shrugs, letting a soft sigh escape his lips. “I don’t know, I mean, it’s Christmas eve. I was expecting you to be with your parents.”

Y/N gently grabs onto his hands, pulling him closer. “I’d rather be with you this Christmas.”

Peter smiles warmly at her gesture, appreciating her genuineness. “Me too.”

That was when they finally closed the gap and kissed each other with full of love, the mistletoe still dangling above their heads as they make this Christmas feel more special… together.

I know it’s short but this fic has been in my drafts for a while and I just wanted to share it.

[freshpersonagardener]

If Marc Webb really wanted to cook he would have introduced Mary Jane as Gwen’s friend in TASM 2, instead of Peter’s neighbor. Because Gwen and her death is a key part of Mary Jane’s development as a character. But alas, he’s allergic to serving when it comes to MJ.

[pparkerized]

wouldn't it be crazy if they were trying to make us think harry will be venom, that it looks so obvious but it's just a red herring. wouldn't it be absolutely insane if after everything we saw it wasn't harry, but peter instead?

this is barely a theory more of an au of sorts because i'm most definitely wrong here, i just like the concept. so, we know harry's been given a miraculous second chance with his return at the start. but we know that isn't going to last, taking it into consideration that it was the symbiote that healed him, he doesn't have it any more and his condition has started to destabilize. he starts getting sick again. it's at this point that peter finds out harry's dying, again, and he's trying to find a cure to heal him. properly this time.

so he has the symbiote and the hunt for connor's begins. harry's running out of time and peter's becoming even more desperate. but with kraven in the way of his goal that's bound to anger him, the more time he spends fighting kraven's goons the less time he has to help harry. he becomes even more desperate, more rageful and bitter. more unlike himself, as noted by mj and miles. harry was given a second chance, only to have it ripped away from him. he wants to help harry, he needs to help him, but things keep on getting in his way.

at the start of the story trailer harry says to peter, "we're going to heal the world" which is something venom later says too. it'd be a perfect contrast if it were peter as venom saying it, having some twisted way of thinking it's right and that in order to help harry, he needs to heal the world. sickness took away his aunt, and now another sickness is taking away his best friend. also, if it were peter thinking that it would be such a good parallel to when doc ock tells peter he's going to "change the world" it would bring everything full circle.

maybe peter has a brief moment of clarity where he realizes he's gone too far, but the symbiotes control is far too strong for him to overcome alone. and that's where miles comes in, forced to fight venom in order to free his mentor.

[prismatica-the-strange]

For Me?

Warnings: 18+, fluff

Synopsis: This is totally self indulgent for what Peter would do on the days when Stella (me) doesn't want to eat for whatever reason (mainly the adhd).

"You hungry, Bell?" Peter asks. He's been laying with his head on Stelle's stomach for the better part an hour, listening to it periodically grumble.

"No, not really."

"You sure?" He laughs when her stomach makes another noise.

"Mhm," she hums. He almost drops the issue altogether when she starts playing with his hair, but the unfocused look in her eyes worries him.

"Stelle?" He sits up, pressing the back of his hand to her forehead before cupping her cheek, "You feelin' okay?"

"'M fine."

"Have you eaten anything today?"

She shakes her head, "No..."

His eyes narrow and he tilts his head, "Why not?"

"Just... wasn't hungry," she leans forward into his chest.

"Baby," He wraps his arms around her, "You can't do that."

"I know..."

"You want me to go make you something?"

She shakes her head again, pressing closer to his chest.

"Stelle," He pulls back to look at her, "C'mon, you gotta eat."

She's quiet for a moment, but ultimately agrees with him, nodding but not meeting his soft eyes, she whispers, "Okay."

She whines when he stands up, looking like a kicked puppy alone on the couch. So he unzips his hoodie and takes it off so he can wrap it around her shoulders.

She watches him in the kitchen, her chin resting on the back of the couch.

"I'm sorry," she says and he laughs.

"For what?" He glances at her over his shoulder, "Sweetheart, it's just a peanutbutter sandwich."

He steps back around the couch and squats in front of her, holding blue plate with a diagonal cut peanutbutter sandwich and handful of pretzels on it, "Chef's special."

"Thanks," She gives him a weak smile and sets it on her lap, but makes no move to eat it.

"Hey, come on," He encourages, "Just a couple bites."

She just pouts and reaches for him.

"No, no baby, not until you eat something," He picks up half the sandwich and holds it up for her to bite, "Please, Stellie?"

She looks at him, but doesn't budge.

"Here," he picks up the other half, "We'll split it. Come on now, Sweetheart, don't make me eat alone."

That seems to work. She let's out a small snort and rolls her eyes before taking a small bite.

"There's my girl!" He grins, taking a bite of his half. He jumps up to fall back next to her, pulling her close.

They eat in silence for a minute.

"Thanks... for y'know..." she leans her head on his shoulder.

"Shh..." he kisses the top of her head, "Thank you for trusting me enough to take care of you when you need it."

"Course I trust you, bubs." He smiles at that, she says it like it's the only truth that matters, "I love you."

[djokeery]

love steve harrington? great! i posted two new multi-chap fics today!

this one involves spider-man: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51105028/chapters/129120742#workskin

and this one is a post-st4 character study: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51413671/chapters/129924169

enjoy!

[ggwendolyn]

BROWN!!!!!!! EYES!!!!!!!!!!! OOOOOOOOOOUUUGGGHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[backtothefanfiction]

Your Favourite Place | tasm!peter x reader short

Warnings: all fluff here.

A/N: a small little second part to His Favourite Place. His favourite place is the top of the Empire State Building, yours isn’t really a place, it’s more of a moment.

“Ow. OWW. OUCH PETER GET OFF ME!” You grumble as the weight of his body crushed you between the edge of the bed and the wall. You rolled your body violently, desperate to be able to breathe and to your surprise his body rolled not just off you, but off the tiny single bed completely with a thud.

It wasn’t uncommon for him to crack open your window after a long night of patrolling the city and crawl into bed with you. Sometimes you were awake and other times you were already asleep; sometimes he’d crash on the sofa with a blanket, other times like tonight, he tucked himself right in beside you.

“Ouch, what was that for?” He grumbled as he got up off the floor, rubbing a spot on his head slightly where he had hit it on the way down.

“You were crushing me.” You groaned as you also took this opportunity with him out of the bed to steel the covers back, Peter was a covers hog.

“Okay, okay.” He said his hands out in surrender, his eyes half closed with sleep again already, as he went to climb back onto the bed.

You grumbled as he inevitably wrestled the covers back off you again and with the way he was now laying on his back had you squeezing yourself up against the wall again. You sat yourself up with a huff.

“This isn’t working.”

“Okay. Okay.” His voice was sleepy and hoarse and barely audible.

He lifted up the covers, spreading his limbs out further, his arms outstretched, encouraging you to lay down on top of him, your legs manoeuvring themselves over his so you could lie in between them. Your head found a comfy spot in the crook of his neck, inhaling deeply, your body relaxing with the comfort of his scent as he let the covers drop and his arm snaked around you. His fingertips brushed against a small patch of exposed skin on your back from where your T-shirt had lifted and his head turned slightly so his lips could tenderly touch the top of your forehead. It sent tingles through your body and you sighed with content as you let your body relax down fully against him.

The top of the Empire State Building may be his favourite place, but this right here would always be yours.

[sincericida]

Tobey, it was also invigorating for all of us who love Spidey’s stories ❤️

[endofthestory-darcylewis]

She packed in the silence, alone in the apartment they shared. They used to share everything - their lives, their words, their bed - but now it was just this space. Space between them everywhere, with no answers or clues.

The decision has been made, and she was leaving. She packed in the silence, alone. A little at a time, night by quiet night, tiptoeing around in the harsh sun when he was finally home and sleeping, behind his always closed door. She found a new place and moved her things, a little at a time, taking the pieces of her she shared with him away - wondering every night when he would realize that she was disappearing.

What would she do when the last bit of her was gone? Would she leave a note? Wait until he came home with the morning and force a conversation in the harsh daylight?

There were only questions because every day she still hoped that his door would open. Moving on was impossible when there were no answers, no understanding, no closure. She didn't want to go but he wouldn't ask her to stay.

She wondered if this had always been inevitable. The end of the story was written from the first hello, the first shared meal, the first indiscretion, the first emotion, the first real kiss - the first "I'm Spider-Man."

The first heartbreak. And the next. And the next.

Darcy had never been good with emotions. Being lost on this ship at sea was never what she intended, ready to break apart on the rocks with no escape as she careened towards shore. Peter had been the lighthouse but now the flame was out.

She'd give anything to light it again.

The squeal of the packing tape on the last box nearly blocked out the sound of the window squeaking open. She froze for a moment before closing her door, turning off her light and holding her breath until she heard his door close.

Talk to him ... her traitorous heart implored her.

Talk to him.

Shaking her head no, her hands clenched in fists and her eyes squeezed shut, she stood in silence. In the space.

[shadows-and-starlight]

I really loved them so you know what they did really pissed me off! And it's not just because they killed her, but why.

This was one of the only times in big cinema that I have ever seen a man say "I love you and we can adjust our lives to your career path" how many other leading men ever show even a fraction of consideration and support for their girlfriend's or wife's ambitions. It's usually the woman following him and his big career. I genuinely challenge anyone to find me big movies that have ever done this.

But then after showing such emotional intelligence and unselfish commitment from our male protagonist, they have to dash it all away and kill her.

Because "Spiderman can't leave New York"

Because the she has to die too to give him more pain and "character growth"

Because why would we want girls to think they can have equal partnerships? Don't they know they are the supporting props? Silly to think their big plans could be allowed to change the story.

So she had to die.

The Amazing Spider-Man 2 (2014) Dir. Marc Webb

[rainydayathogwarts]

Bed side drawer - Peter Parker

summary: when Tony finds a box of condoms Peter's bed side drawer, he doesn't expect Peter's girlfriend to walk into the room, causing an awkward interaction. a/n: my toxic trait is that i always imagine tasm!peter even tho it's in the avengers universe 0.6k wc

When Peter walks into his bedroom, the first thing his eyes lay on is the box of condoms in his mentor's hand. Tony Stark smirks from where he sits on his mentee's bed, drinking the cup of coffee Aunt May had so graciously prepared him. Peter's eyes go wide, flickering between his open bed side drawer and his mentor, and he dives across the room to get the box from him. Peter nearly hits his head against the wall when Tony tosses the box in the air, catching it in his hand when it falls down again. Peter's face flushes red as he scrambles back up, straightening his bed sheets where he haphazardly landed on them, mouth gaping open. Peter can hear you laughing with his Aunt May in the living room about another one of May's stories. She always had to tell you about the stories of how smitten he was with you, an attempt for your relationship to last forever. He needs to get that box before you walk in because that was not the situation he imagined you'd meet Mr. Stark in. He refused to let it happen.

Peter tilts his head to the side with desperate eyes, begging "Please give me those Mr. Stark." Tony grins teasingly, saying "You know these only work when there are two people involved, right?" Peter doesn't have time to react before the door to his room opens again and you walk in, saying something about the story Aunt May had told you before your eyes land on the older man in the room, prompting you to go silent. Oh no, Peter thinks. Tony quickly's eyes quickly scan you where you awkwardly stand in the doorway, and the obvious mortification that settles on your face at the realisation of who he is.

"Oh."

"Oh." Tony's tone is suggestive, and completely different from yours. He stands up from Peter's bed, slowly making his way across the room to you. His eyes flicker between you and Peter, the box of condoms still in his hands as you shoot a hand out in front of you, smiling nervously and saying "Hi, I'm y/n." in a lowsy attempt to ignore the box laying in the man's hand, eyes glancing down to it a couple of times. Tony shakes your hand, introducing himself, before asking "And who might you be y/n?" Gulping, you glance between your boyfriend, whose face has flushed a dark shade of red, and the avenger standing in front of you. "I'm Peter's girlfriend." You state, eyes widening as Tony puts the box of condoms in your hand.

"There are two people involved then..." You hear him mutter under his breath, but it's nothing as embarrassing as Aunt May walking into the busy room and observing the situation, attention immediately caught by the box of condoms that you throw at your boyfriend in a panic. The box hits Peter's chest and falls on the floor, and neither of you make a move to pick it up whilst you smile awkwardly at May, who follows Tony out of the room. You huff when they walk out, turning around to dig your head into Peter's chest in humiliation. Your boyfriend hugs you close, rubbing a hand on your back, and he's happy you can't hear Tony say "That girl seems too sweet to be having sex with your nephew." or his Aunt May's scoff of "Yeah until you come back home after a night with your friends and hear everything through those walls. She really knows how to talk dirty."

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[moonyslove78]

Ahhh!! This is getting to be sooooo juicy Katie! 😬😱 And it was already amazing!

Okay, so like I mentioned to you, I suck and can't keep up! I read chapter 2 twice, so I figured it would be a travesty if I didn't show equal attention to chapter 3. So now that I've read them both more than once, I am just gonna combine my reviews for each chapter into one!

If you haven't read the chapters yet, first of all... Why are you still here reading what I've got to say?! GO! Read it now because you're missing out on an outstanding AU, if you don't! 😁 And second...

✨SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT✨

So, I'm gonna try to not go on and on and on about everything like I always do, since this is a combined chapter review. 😂 But lord knows, I'll still probably be rambling away in most of this! 😅

First off, thank goodness she had something for him to cover up with. I'd have hated for poor, weak, defenseless, malnourished and dehydrated Peter to have to stride through the woods naked, trying to escape a pack of wolves who had been torturing and abusing him.

Then again, it's naked Peter... so if it would've had to have happened, I would've been more than willing to overlook the fact that he deserved to have the option to cover up with something. 👀

Sometimes, ya just need to take one for the team. In Aylin's case, I think this is a pretty nice outcome to her situation. I mean, if I had to choose between leaving him to fend for himself with a pack of werewolves who had been torturing him and abusing him physically and mentally or help get the naked vulnerable and very adorable Wolfboy to safety... I think I'd be choosing naked vulnerable Wolfboy. 😅

I can't wait to see the character growth in this one! Her lack of reasoning in her sympathy for him is so deliberate and it's so sad because she was raised to think this way about them and she knows nothing else but that they're "murderous monsters". I'm so looking forward to that first glimpse at her realizing that there's most definitely more to them then just being a monster or beast.

This one single sentence brought so much pain and misery... because we know it's what he's waiting for.... what he wants to happen. He'd rather die than be forced to live the life he's been living for so long now and that's after she's saved him and promised he's not going to be tortured and abused any longer, now that he's with her. It's utterly heartbreaking. 💔😭

When I say I gasped! 😲 I was sitting there trying to figure out what in the hell was happening and why he suddenly thought doing this was appropriate... And also, like damn! Aylin wasn't playing when she said consent is key. She went straight for the physical offense and got tf out of that situation quick!

But then the wave of realization hit, and I wanted to cry for this poor boy. 😭💔 I just wanna beat Kateri within an inch of her life and leave her for dead. Then I want to resurrect Lorina and kill her again, too. Just for shits n' giggles because she was abusive bitch. I seriously just want to avenge poor Peter and get him the justice he deserves. 😮‍💨😣

FUCK! Katie, you went right for my jugular on this one! My ultimate weakness... hair brushing! And even more so when it's soft vulnerable wolf boy Peter in need of the hair brushing. 🥰 Just gimme alllllll of that! I'll take it with contentment.

I love how she's already unintentionally protecting him (when she believes she's just intentionally using him for information) and using it to justify why she killed her, instead of just going for the obvious reasoning of "self-defense" since they were actively trying to hunt and kill her. This made my heart warm a little more. ❤️

YESSSSS!!! I had a feeling this was coming eventually but I didn't think it would be so soon and I am living for it! CUT IT OFF! CUT IT OFF! (But only for the sake of getting to imagine her cutting his hair as precise as her concentration will allow... cause I'd keep him either way 😂)

Yes, he is. Yes, he absolutely is. 😍😍

Why is this such a cute and heartwarming moment?! I loved this little scene so much. Something about her "taking care of him" and it just being in the sense of doing something that would help him feel normal. More like a human being and not a tortured soul who had been through the ringer as far as mental and physical abuse for longer than he can clearly remember correctly. And I'm assuming in her mind at this point, she was just trying to get a handle on his hygiene, as well as get a head up on the "more inconspicuous" look but it's obvious when she comes to the realization that she thinks he's handsome once he's a bit more "cleaned up" that she definitely has her eyes on him. And there's just something slightly intimate, about these little gestures. 😍

They're definitely something else. They're a pair that you would never expect to see "eye to eye", let alone her saving his life and putting him in a safer location by getting him away from the cruel alpha bitch and her pack. But I think that's what makes this story, so alluring is they are two polar opposites. And with her lifestyle and how her childhood traumas, her radical and prejudice upbringing in the guild, with the main cause of all of that in her eyes (obviously again, a result of being brainwashed by the dick Sergei and his minions) being werewolves. Yet, here she was, showing that she wasn't just going to be that follower that does things because she's trying to get ahead or trying to keep in her "leaders" good graces. She's going to make her own decisions and she's going to stick by them, no matter how much of a stress or hassle it may be.

And the danger she could (and probably definitely will) be facing in result of her decision to free Peter and take him in, to protect him and shelter him, even if it's "just in return for information", just make the fact that she's still going through with this even more satisfying. I already love their dynamic together and it's not even fully into the beginning of the story yet. I can't wait to see where this leads once they're a bit more comfortable together.

And just another side note, once again, Katie! Your descriptions of everything are so purely artistic it's crazy insane how good they are! I can literally see the scenery and backdrops for a scene as if I'm staring at a painting or a picture of it because of how detailed and well thought out your writing descriptors are!

(This was the end of the chapter 2 "notes", now on to chapter 3!)

I knew there'd be some pre-existing prejudices we would run into that she'd have that she'll have to work through in order to carry on any kind of "friendship"/"relationship"/"whatever-they-may-be-down-the-lineship" 😂, with Peter. So, I tried not to react to this harshly. But damn it Aylin, that one hurt me! Now I just wanna hug Peter and tell him he's a good Wolf boy. 😫

Why was this me and my mom's conversations a few times when I was in high school? 😂 When I would blast MCR and Linkin Park with my two best friends and make bracelets out of the forks that my one friend had pocketed from the little diner down the street. Somehow that little conversation between Aylin and Nesrin reminded me of those specific things, and I just had to put it into context.

This moment of realization was something I was so happy happened fairly "easily". The seed was planted in her mind that Sergei was up to no good before this, but this little speech he gave to the guild and community finally showed her he was willing to lie to everyone to have "the upper hand" in the role of their leader. He will push the limits to get them riled up and then sit back and watch the carnage take place without having to be concerned about losing the hunt for whatever it is he wants in that old campground. And if I had to guess, the reason he lied so easily, with no hesitation or pause to process, was because he absolutely is used to it. And probably has been doing it his entire life. I really don't like this asshole and I kind of want him and Kateri to fight to the death, but like they both don't survive? 😂😅

This part broke me. Shattered me in two. The part where it looks like she's finally starting to realize they're not all monsters. That they're not all bad or uncivilized murderous beasts. They're not all manipulative and coy with their words or actions to get what they want. They're not all what she's been pre-conditioned and brainwashed into thinking they are. Creatures who don't deserve to live.

In fact, some of them, like this girl and Peter are just fearing for their lives and traumatized for their conditions. Abused and treated unfairly and unjustly, just because they are different from her and the others.

And the way you explained how it was as if the girl's eyes were transforming into Peter's the more she stared into them and studied them, gave me chilis!

And the part about her mom standing idly by as she tried to work through what was happening and why this so-called leader would make her daughter do such a thing to this innocent girl who he literally admits has done nothing but exist as a werewolf. This scene speaks volumes as to the fear others feel before him.

I was so glad when Aylin did the right thing and got the hell outta there. I also teared up when she could hear the cries and screams of the girl when someone else mercilessly took the girl's life for no reason but to "prove a point". Anxious, cause now she's gonna have to run but glad she took that stand!

I can't tell you how many times I screamed at my screen to Aylin "NO! DON'T PANIC! HE WOULDN'T LEAVE!" Then, for a split second I thought, "well, maybe he did leave...or maybe he got captured!?"

So, to say I was relieved when she spotted him on the hammock sleeping, would be an understatement. And the relief she felt was so out of character for her, so far. Especially her reasons behind it. She wanted him there. She didn't want him to leave. She didn't want to use him for information. She didn't want to kill him after she got what she needed. She just wanted him. Her new friend, Peter. And that right there was pure character growth already. And I'm loving every second of it.

Did I crack up laughing right along with her and then "awwed" to myself when Peter fell out of the hammock and got slightly embarrassed? Of course, I did. 😂😅

Did I find it absolutely adorable that she got so proud when he basically inhaled the Dolmas her mother had made? Yes. Who wouldn't? 😍🥰

Did I squeal loudly and clap like a kindergartener getting picked for "line leader" when she questioned mentally whether or not her "mom would like him as much as she was beginning to"? Yup! And I will never deny it! 🥰👏🏼😱

The ending of this chapter was perfection, Katie! I cried! It's like she's finally letting go of that toxic lifestyle she was raised under and the prejudices that go along with it. She cares for Peter in one way or another and she's no longer afraid to admit that to herself.

This is such a step in the right direction in the form of healing. For both of them, I believe.

Just the fact that he finally got to have good meal and clean clothes to wear, while safe away from the traumatic experiences he was being put through in the cabin, was enough to give him a little more enjoyment out of his life and the situation at hand.

And I will firmly stand by my beliefs that he was very much enjoying her company there with him, as well. So much so that he was actually relieved that she was there. I think he does know something's up, that something else besides "her not being able to sleep" was the reason she showed up when she did, bearing gifts for him basically. But the fact that he did not push the matter any further, just shows he respects there's probably going to be things she's not going to tell him.

Especially, when in his mind, she's still just going to be using him for information and then she'll get rid of him. I just hope that at some point, he realizes that's not what she wants anymore and neither does he, because he's found a safety and home with her that he lacked before.

Ugh! My feels are allllll over the place with these two chapters and they're ending on such a good note! I can't wait to see what the next chapter holds!

This story is absolutely stunning from one word to the next and I envy your ability for storytelling and your knack of writing, so much. You're just insanely talented and I can't get enough of it! 😍❤️👏🏼

Creature Like Me || Chapter Three: All Kinds of Gray

[TASM Peter Parker!Werewolf AU]

Summary: Kraven and his guild of hunters have been tracking and quelling the werewolf population for centuries. The time has come for Aylin to complete her first solo hunt to prove herself to the guild. It was supposed to be simple. One wolf, one death, one victory. She never expected to end up with a secret hostage on her hands.

Chapter Three Warnings: disturbing depiction of young captured woman, forced female nudity, mention of torture, mention of a deceased father and older brother

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“Welcome to your new sanctuary.”

Peter carefully walked around the abandoned 70’s camper. It had sat parked in the depths of the forest about 5 miles from Aylin’s home off a dirt service road. The road hadn’t been used in years thanks to a few fallen trees. Her car was parked at the top of the road and the two of them had made the slow walk down the overgrown path in silence.

A creek trickled behind the forgotten vehicle and emptied out into a quiet pond. It was hot and stuffy inside, the air feeling muggy in her throat, and sweat beading up on her forehead. A gnat buzzed in her ear which she lazily swatted at.

“You can open the windows if you want,” she offered. “They don’t open up very wide but any air flow will be better than nothing.”

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