#the parker puff boys

[zed-sabre]

there's only so much effort i'm allowed to spend on a shitpost at 2 am

[boywonderasnf]

PINNED POST TIME!!!

okay hi so a few basics: just don't be rude, i don't RP its just not really my thing, and im just here to be silly, so be silly too. also remember don't repost anything kink related to blogs specified as non-kink, because while this will have non-kink related posts/reposts occasionally, it is still mainly a kink blog and i have a inclination for sneezing. so, there.

definitely gonna have a more detailed intro rant below this, but heres fandoms n shit im into:

Batfam/DC

Marvel

IT

Stranger Things

Hockey

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OKAY so first off, im AJ (or Bee), no i have no preference on which one i am called, just as long as you use he/him pronouns we can party rock cause im a dude(🤫🏳️‍⚧️). im in me 20's and taking a wee bit of a gap year(s) i guess? im still trying to figure out if teaching or archeology would be more of my jam, but i've mostly been crocheting a bunch and selling it

if the extreme hyper-focusing on specific things didn't make it clear enough, i am neurodivergent (ADHD/Autism) so thats a...party i guess..

im gay as hell and also Jewish, so it CAN'T be a sin to be gay it cancels out👀

but anyways, as for my interests we have hockey, crochet, art, comics/movies, ice skating, and i also enjoy singing+playing guitar so thats cool

i live in MERICA🦅 but i definitely want to travel to other places, like Canada😻(go Oilers💪)

at this point, i eat sleep and breathe Batfam (mostly Dick) and Birdflash is just so *gnaws at the bars of my enclosure, sprinting around in circles shaking them both in my mouth). literally its all i think about/do anything with, besides a few other reoccurring fixations and crochet..

now i guess this is the part where i say "oh send me fic requests if you want!!" but i'd have to actually post a fic or two for anyone to see if its even any good... you can still send ideas if you want though lmfao💀

anyways, thanks for skimming though my bullshit, buh bye mozel tov hallelujah

[sportsentertainers]

x | x

[sacharinee]

hi m!!! what do you think about bf!pete getting his wisdom teeth out? and the reader taking care of him?? hed be so funny lmao xxD

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pairing: bf!peter parker x reader w/c: 750 a/n: hi anon!! thnk u for requesting i had sm fun writing this! :)

you’re sat at the dentist's office, cooped up in those uncomfortable chairs while you anxiously waited for your boyfriend’s surgery to finish.  

when peter ranted and moaned nonstop over his constant toothache, may decided enough was enough, and took it upon herself to set an appointment for her nephew. he wasn’t too keen on the idea. peter wasn’t afraid of anything ninety-nine percent of the time. dentists, however, wasn’t one of them. 

“can’t you stay here with me?” 

“stay? baby, no they’re gonna be drilling in your teeth.”

“but i-”

“and it’s gonna be bloody and nasty and i don’t wanna have to see all that.”

you turn towards him, only to come face to face with the boy’s horrified look, his eyes are wide and skin pale, mouth open in shock. you cringe at your response.

“but,” you stand, “you’re gonna do amazing, you’re gonna sit here and let the dentist do his magic.” you smile and lean down to plant a sweet kiss on his forehead.

“y/n/n, wait but-” you drop his hand on the way out, “bye, love you baby! be good!”

“y/n!”

two hours later swing by when a woman in navy scrubs comes to get you, announcing that peter is out of surgery. 

you knew that he would be high out of his mind on laughing gas, you just didn’t think it would be this bad. 

when you enter, the dentist is off to the side, looking over charts, packing a care bag for his patient.

peter’s head lulls towards your touch on his shoulder and slowly blinks at your presence. 

“hi baby, how you feeling?” you give him a beaming smile.

your boyfriend does his best to muster the same grin, but the amount of gauze in his mouth makes his rosy cheeks puff out, drool dripping down the corner of his mouth.

peter takes a moment to stare at you, “woaahh” he languidly slurs his words, “you’re so pretty.” 

you giggle at the comment when the boy gasps in horror, “wait, wait, i have a girlfriend, and she’s-” he looks up at you worriedly and slaps his forehead, “i’m in trouble.”

you can’t help but let out a laugh, he’s so dopey. 

your fingers touch the bottom of his chin gently and lift his head, “i’m your girlfriend, silly.” 

a loud gasp escapes peter as his face turns ecstatic, “get out!” you giggle at his reaction, the dentist glances over at you two and offers an admiring smile.

“so do we have sex?”

the awkward silence in the room kills you. 

your face blushes, as you shake your head and clear your throat, “peter, no.”

“no?!” he sighs in disappointment, “aw man.” your boyfriend pouts at the floor, “what have i been doing with my life.”

“oh my god, pete,” when the dentist turns away, you whisper and offer him a shrug, “sometimes we do.”

the delight on his face returns and his eyes go wide, “really?!”

the boy seriously has no filter.

as you’re packing his things, peter pauses and pokes his cheeks, “wait y/n,” he pauses, “my face kinda feels weird.”

you look around and hand him a mirror from the counter, “oh my god…” peter gingerly touches his face as you kneel down at him, “what’s wrong, baby?”

“my face… it’s so fat!” he’s got tears in his eyes and whining with a jutted bottom lip, “y/n,” sniffle. “will-” sniffle. “will you still love me if my face is so fat?” 

you roll your eyes and smile at his antics, “of course, i would.”

he seems pleased with your answer because he’s back to smiling. you go back to packing his things. “hey, mr dentist,” he woozily slurs, the gauze is practically spilling out his mouth, “d’you know i’m spider-man?”

you mentally facepalm at his obliviousness and mutter, “jesus christ.”

you turn to the older man who’s chuckling at his mental state and shrug, “he also thinks he’s luke skywalker from star wars.”

“but i am!-” “okay bug boy, lets go.”

“where we going?”

“home, sweetie.”

he gasps eagerly and raises his eyebrows at you, “to have sex?”

“oh my god.”

soon after the dentist explains and hands you everything he needs to recover, you guide peter to the car. 

he’s extremely dramatic. 

he’s got his hands around your shoulders, dragging himself on the floor, acting like he can’t walk - which he definitely can.

“peter, i know you can walk. c’mon help me out,” you beg.

“no, i can’t" he moans, "carry me,” he demands.

“what? no,”

“why not?”

“because you’re too heavy.”

and he’s crying all over again, “i knew it! you hate me 'cause you think my face is too fat!”

[bigfootsboytoy]

Part two of this story, where Robin discovers Steve’s type. A lot of people seemed interested in more, so here you go! 

The conversation doesn’t go quite the way Robin is expecting it. She’s fully prepared for Steve to launch into saying how confused he is because he’s feeling weird pants feelings for Eddie, but how does that work because he likes girls? She’s been mentally preparing herself for that exact discussion since she watched Eddie Munson call her best friend ‘Big Boy’ in the middle of committing grand theft auto. So when Steve starts talking, curled up on the gross linoleum tile of Family Video, she’s taken by surprise. She doesn’t even get the chance to answer his question before he’s throwing her prepared speech out the metaphorical window. 

“That’s stupid, you already told me that. Sharon Parker in the 5th grade, holding hands for Red Rover, blah blah blah, I know that. But like…Have you ever acted different around a girl, and then one day, you realize it’s because you like her? Like, you had a crush on a girl without even realizing it? Does that make any sense?” 

It takes Robin a second to reboot, but the second she manages, Steve throws her even further off track. 

“It’s just, Tommy H came by the other day, and he said some stuff that really has me thinking and-” 

Robin can’t stop herself. As soon as she hears a name other than Eddie Munson, she has a hand out covering Steve’s mouth. He gives her a look, surprised and confused. Maybe a little annoyed. She valiantly ignores him because what he just said has her head spinning, and she needs to put a stop to it right now. 

“Steve. My best friend in the whole universe. I’m here for whatever you need and whatever you might be figuring out about yourself. You know I’m going to support you 100% no matter what happens but…Please. PLEASE tell me that you didn’t just discover you have a crush on TOMMY H! He isn’t even your type, Steve! He isn’t even in the ballpark of your type! He’s so far off it’s honestly kind of laughable and-” 

Now it’s Steve who puts a hand over her mouth. 

“Jesus, Robin! First of all, gross. I’m not into Tommy, okay? Never gonna happen, not in a million years. And second, what the hell do you mean ‘my type?’ What the hell would you know about my type?” 

Robin carefully removes his hand from her face and shakes her head. She has absolutely no clue where this conversation is going, but there’s still a chance it can work its way somewhere good. Somewhere Munson-related. And she owes it to Steve to listen to his crisis properly. 

“Nevermind, forget that. What happened with Tommy?” 

“Okay well, he came over, like I said. He was super wasted, and I guess he and Carol broke up? And he started talking about when we were friends, and how he always used to try and get closer to me. He said he almost asked me if I wanted to practice kissing once? And he talked about like, trying to touch me all the time, trying to make me laugh? Basically saying he had a crush on me, which was super weird.” 

Robin nodded, because really, she had no idea what to say to that. 

“And then he kissed me. Which was kind of gross because he tasted like whisky and he was being all sloppy, like he wanted to eat my face. But…” 

“But?” 

“It wasn’t as gross as I would have expected I guess.” 

“I thought you said you didn’t like him!” 

“I don’t! It just, wasn’t a totally horrible kiss okay? Only a little horrible.” 

Robin sighed and let her head tip back against the wall. 

“Okay, I’m not seeing your dilemma yet. Tommy liking you and kissing you is kind of weird sure, but it doesn’t change anything about you.” 

Steve’s eyebrows furrowed, and he let out a puff of air. He looked small in this bathroom, scared in a way that Robin hated. They had faced down monsters, torture, long shifts with Keith. A conversation with his best friend should never have Steve looking that afraid, ever. 

She reached out and took his hand in her, giving it a gentle squeeze. 

“Hey, it’s okay Steve. Tell me what’s going on in that head.” 

“It’s just…Some of what Tommy said. About how he tried to get closer to me, to touch me and make me laugh and shit? I guess I realized that I’m doing that stuff. With somebody else. And if Tommy did it because he liked me then…” 

“You think it might mean you like this person. This…guy?” 

“Yeah. This guy.” 

There it was, the Eddie Munson of it all. Because Robin only knew of one guy that Steve spent his time with and would be trying to be touchy and close with. She had watched it happen with her own eyes, the way Steve would look for reasons to lean past Eddie, to put a hand on his shoulder, his back, once getting brave and putting a hand on his waist. She’d watched Eddie do the exact same things around Steve, too.

Part of her almost just comes out and tells Steve, that she knows who he’s talking about. Except he still looks unsure. He looks like he wants to throw up a little, and Robin has to fix that. 

“You know it’s okay right? For you to like this guy?” 

“I know. It’s just weird, to realize I might like him that way. Normally I can figure out when I’m into someone.” 

“Well, normally you aren’t friends with the people you’re into first. That makes it confusing.” 

“And I’m normally into people with boobies.” 

“That too.” 

Steve lets out a tiny laugh, and it makes Robin beam. Something about Steve is lighter now, like somethings been lifted off his chest, something that’s been there for a really long time without him knowing. She wants to tell him how much she’s loves him. How much she cares about him and supports him. She wants to tell him about all her research, and fully explain to him her findings when it comes to ‘his type.’ 

She wants to tell him that she knows the guy he likes is Eddie. That she thinks Eddie might like him too. 

The ‘ring for service’ bell ruins her chance at saying any of it. 

She and Steve both clamber off the floor, adjusting their vests before exiting the bathroom to greet whoever keeps ringing the stupid bell over and over again. Robin can’t decide if it’s the best luck in the world, or the worst, when it’s Eddie Munson himself standing at the counter. 

She leans towards best luck when she sees the way Steve’s cheeks go red.

A few people asked to be tagged if I did a part 2, so hopefully I do that right! I’ve got a few more parts planned, so if anybody else wants to be tagged let me know and I’ll do my best!

@kaiscove​ @wolfstarlights​  @awkwardgravity1​ @anonymousbandgirl​  @f1ct1onwh0re

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Mad Season 2

Warnings: non/dubcon, social anxiety, chronic illness, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Bucky Barnes, Peter Parker

Summary: a class project gets messy. (short!reader)

Note: yes I'm being irresponsible.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

‘So sorry I’m running behind. May forgot her wallet’. You reread Peter’s message for the fifth time and check the time under the bubble. More than forty minutes ago. He has to be close. 

You thought of checking but you don’t want to pressure him. Besides, he is doing a favour by bringing you to Stark Tower to let you use the space with him. You turn and pace along the wall, out of the way of the New York pedestrians who wouldn’t even notice if you got underfoot. 

You thought of waiting in the lobby but that’s too much. You focus on breathing. You feel alright for the moment, but a few times, you’ve reached for your inhaler just out of habit.  

“Hey,” a voice draws you out of your mounting anxiety, bringing you back down to just above neutral. “Door’s open, you know?” 

You face Bucky as he holds open of the many glass doors. 

You nod and teeter on your heels. “I know, sir. Just waiting.” 

“Bucky,” he corrects you. Like last time. Oops. “Waiting on the kid?” You gesture affirmatively again. He waves you over casually with a gloved hand, “come on. I can get ya into the lab.” 

“Mm, ahem,” you clear your throat, it’s getting tight. You get closer as the noise of the street makes it hard to hear your own thoughts. “That’s nice but I said I’d wait here.” 

“Busy,” he comments and his eyes roll around derisively. “Should be out here on the street. Let the kid know you’ll be upstairs.” 

There’s no arguing with him, not that you would ever dare. You’re not afraid of him. Maybe intimidated but who doesn’t make you feel small. No, he’s Bucky Barnes, an Avenger. You have no ground to tell him no. Besides, he’s being nice even if his tone remains mostly indifferent. 

“Thanks, s—Bucky,” you muster a tight-lipped smile. 

He holds the door and you flit in ahead of him, your wool jacket flapping and brushing against him. He follows. You hurry ahead then stop short as you realise you don’t know where you going. As you do, a man in a suit huffs and nearly knocks you over with his arm. 

“Watch it, little girl.” He sneers. 

“Hey,” Bucky catches him by his tie, “what’d you say to the lady?” 

You spin around in shock, rubbing your arm at the suddenness of it all. 

“N-nothing, I--” the man blinks in fear. “Nothing, she just got in my way.” 

“You knocked into her and you can’t say sorry?” Bucky pulls him closer, glaring at him with a furrow of his nose. 

“N-no,” the man shows his palms, “no.” 

“Look at her. She’s half your size, pal. You think she could hurt you?” 

“No, no, look, I’m sorry. I’m sorry!” The man sputters. 

“Not to me,” Bucky slides his hand down the man’s tie and pulls him like a dog on a leash toward you, “her.” 

The man blanches and gulp, “look, miss, I’m sorry. I didn’t see you. I shouldn’t have... I should look where I’m going.” 

“Good boy,” Bucky’s snarl comes close to a smirk as he lets the man go and taps his cheek lightly. “Go.” 

He shoves the man by the shoulder and you bat your eyes dumbly. You watch him go as Bucky looms close. You look at him and reach for your bag. You unzip the pouch at the end of the thin strap and pull out your inhaler. You take a puff. 

His expression softens, “oh, is that me?” 

You shake your head, “too many people.” 

“Ah, right,” he points toward the elevators. 

You follow him as he bulldozes through the bodies and pushes the button. You stop beside him and fidget with your inhaler. You peek over at him again. He looks down at you and you wince. 

“Sorry... I...” 

“People usually only stare when I got the arm out,” he shrugs. “I got something on my face? Damn beard catches.”  

Brushes his fingers over the thicket of hair across his jaw. You shake your head again. 

“S-sorry. I... I...” you sniff as the doors open and he beckons you ahead of him. You scurry on and he follows as a slow pace. He spins and jabs the buttons.  

“Thanks for... for helping.” 

“Not at all,” he says. Silence rises with the elevator. He coughs. “You know, I had a buddy with ashthma. Still my buddy but he don’t got the asthma no more.”  

He snorts. You mull his words. You think know who he means.  

“The stuff or whatever... got rid of it?” You ask meekly. 

“Yeah, the stuff. Serum. Poison,” he scoffs. 

“Oh,” you hum. 

“Guess I take it for granted. Never had to worry about much of the being sick part. Sister did. Yeah, she used to always have something,” he clicks his tongue. “Tell me when to shut up.” 

“No, no, I wouldn’t... wouldn’t ever,” you stutter. 

Another lulls fills the elevator as it opens, but the tension remains trapped inside. He points you out first and waits to trail after you. You come out onto the floor. You vaguely recognise some of the acrylic decor and the stiff looking chairs but you don’t know where to go. 

“Left,” he directs you with a gentle caress down your sleeve. “Easy to get lost when you don’t waste your life here." 

You let him guide you. You’d lose yourself without him. It’s exactly why you’d been out on the street.  

That reminds you of Peter. You reach for your bag again and pull out your phone. You check for a message. 

“Kid standing a nice gal like you up?” He asks. 

You flinch, “uh, no, his aunt... there was an emergency.” 

“More important than you, huh?” He pivots and presses his finger to the keypad. The door opens. 

“I don’t... I don’t know. It’s not a big deal.” 

He looks at you, his eyes narrowing, “you’re not a big deal?” 

“No, waiting isn’t... isn’t that bad,” you stammer. “Uh, thanks, again.” 

“Well, you know, in my day, we treated ladies with respect. Let me know if the kid needs a lesson or two,” he taps the doorframe. “I’ll check in, just in case.” 

“You don’t have to.” 

“I know I don’t,” he says. “Go on,” he nods through the door. 

You don’t hesitate. You enter the lab with another thanks, eager to have some time to yourself. You go to the table and untangle your knapsack. You look back just as the door starts to slide shut. You only get a glimpse of his eyes before he’s blocked out by the metal barrier. You can feel his gaze staining you. 

You know it must be all in your head but he is so intense. Not as angry as last time but still... a lot. 

[murdockparker]

Promises, Promises

Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Five years is a long time to be together, Peter knew that. Peter also knew that everything was expensive—but he had an idea. A little juvenile, sure, but it was an idea regardless.

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: mentions of sex (no smut), reader is a nerd, Star Wars hot take?

A/N: I haven't written for Peter in a hot second, but I'm glad to get back into the swing of things ;) i'll see myself out now

An old pop song blasted through the small shop, possibly from the eighties or nineties, it was hard to decipher, given that the boombox playing the song was probably older than she was.

“Do you need more toilet paper?” She asked across the aisle, hoping someone would answer back—a certain someone in particular. 

“Nah,” she could see a mop of brown shake from over the packages, “I just bought some last week.”

“Peter, if you’re lying to me and you’re out of toilet paper again I swear on all that is holy—”

“Babe,” Peter said softly, peaking around the corner, “trust me. It’s not gonna be like last time.”

“Oh? You mean the time I was stranded on your toilet while you ran out to buy some more?” She nearly had laughed at the memory, but decided against it, having far more fun antagonizing her boyfriend. “That last time?”

He went positively crimson, from his neck to his ears. He always looked good in red, she thought, but she liked this red the best. “I am one thousand percent positive—I think I still have the receipt in my back pocket.”

“You said you bought some last week though? You haven’t washed those jeans yet?”

Peter shrugged. “I haven’t worn these that many times since last week…”

She laughed at that, pulling a bag of chips off of the shelf. Changing her mind, she pulled another as well—her favorite and his favorite. “Okay pretty boy, I believe you. I also believe we’ll be making a stop to the laundromat tonight, too.”

“Can we do it tomorrow?” Peter groaned, grabbing the snacks from her and holding them close. “I’m not in the mood tonight.”

“Obviously you haven’t been in the mood for a week,” she rolled her eyes. “But sure, we can go tomorrow. Tonight, we feast like twelve year olds and binge our favorite movies.”

“How did I get so lucky?” Peter sighed, leaning up against the shelf, eyes locked on her. “A pretty girl willing to watch Star Wars, eat cheese puffs and date me?”

“Don’t forget the hot, hot sex you’ll have with the pretty girl after,” she winked, giving him a quick peck on the cheek. “Speaking of—”

“Restocked those too,” Peter said proudly. “Bought them with the toilet paper—could show you the receipt if you want. Bet you’re glad I held onto it, right?”

She pushed him away, her nose scrunched up in disgust. “I take the offer of sex back, I’m still not over those dirty jeans.”

“I’ll shower!”

“Just buy the snacks,” she laughed, shoving him towards the cashier. “I’ll rethink my offer in the meantime.”

“Aye aye, boss,” Peter saluted, turning hot on his heels to the front. She couldn’t help but smile, watching him laugh with the bodega owner, pulling crumpled bills out of his pockets and pressing them against the counter. There was hardly anything that Peter Parker could do that she didn’t find endearing—find something to smile about. 

“Local news tonight, late last night in Manhattan, our favorite web slinger was seen assisting with directing traffic during the power surge,” a reporter on the T.V. in the corner of the store announced, the screen showed Spider-Man waving traffic along, webbing a car to stop before it crashed into another oncoming vehicle. “Local authorities showed up minutes later to take over, sans-webs.”

“Huh,” she clicked, feeling her smile grow wider. “He's been spending time in Manhattan?”

“Spider-Man gets around town,” Peter shrugged, finally returning beside his girlfriend, their purchases in white plastic bags. “Can’t always stay in Queens, can he?”

“Helps if Spider-Man goes to school in Manhattan, no?” She teased quietly, elbowing Peter lovingly.

“He had time after class,” his voice matched her own, low and slow, opening the door and finally walking out onto the street. “What? Was he expected to let everyone crash their cars while the stoplights went out?”

“No,” she hummed, noticing quickly how Peter took the outside of their strides, closest to the street. He always did that. The notion warmed her heart, the feeling flooding to her toes. “Good thing he was there to help out. I’m sure the police were thankful.”

He snorted. “Yeah. Sure.”

“Okay,” she conceded, head falling onto his shoulder. “Yeah, that was dumb to say.”

The rest of the walk was silent, as silent as it could get in New York City, anyhow. Comfortable, the beats of the city passing by with every step towards Peter’s apartment, hands intertwined with the other. Occasionally, he’d tug her back and stop her from stepping into the street, clearly knowing she’s not paying attention to the changing pedestrian signs. She’d squeeze his hand back in thanks. 

“Have you thought more about moving in?” Peter asked, trying his best to unlock the door to his apartment, wrists heavy from the bags. “Y’know, I’m sure I can get you added to the lease if I asked.”

“Thought about it,” she hummed, gently taking the bags from him. “I just… your place is a bit small.”

“What?” He scoffed, finally pushing the door open and allowing her to enter. “You’re saying this luxurious suite is too small?”

It was comical, the timing of his statement. She could hardly turn her neck and she’d get a full view of Peter’s apartment—minus the bathroom. He could only afford a studio, and even then it was bursting at the seams, with all of his school work, his work work and his ‘unofficial’ work work, the place was a mess. He tried his best to keep it tidy, he really did. It was never filthy, just overrun by stuff. 

“Babe, you’re growing out of your own space,” she laughed, double checking she locked the door behind them—it had a habit of sticking. “How’d you think I’d fit in here?”

“Preferably on my lap, or in my bed,” he smirked. “But… yeah, I guess you’re right. It’s a little cramped.”

“It’s not that I don’t love you, or love spending time here,” (Y/N) clarified. “Hell, you’d think after all these years I’d have moved on if that was the case.”

“Has it been that long?” He asked rhetorically, opening the bags in the kitchen—if you could call it that. 

“I won’t even pretend to act insulted you’ve forgotten how long we’ve been together, Parker.”

“Time flies when you’re in love,” Peter nearly sings. “Five years is a long time, feels like just yesterday I was nervously asking you out.”

“I asked you out,” she corrected. “I know, I know, five years and a hell of a lot of brain damage from crime fighting can make you misremember—”

“No way,” he scoffed. “I distinctly remember sliding a note in your locker between classes. Super cute, very sappy, I might add.”

She hopped up on his counter, with what little space he had free, anyway. “Did you? You seem to be forgetting how I pulled you aside after science class and, very confidently, I might add, asked you out for milkshakes after school.”

“That was the day I left you the note,” Peter blinked. “I just assumed you read it and were moving the process along.”

“Wait,” she barked a laugh. “I thought you left the note after I asked you out?”

“Nope,” he popped the ‘p’. “Left it for you that morning, chemistry wasn’t until after lunch.”

“Huh,” she breathed, shoulders deflating. “I guess we both asked each other out on the same day.”

“Can’t believe it took us five years to figure that out,” Peter laughed, patting her thigh. 

“Knowing us? I’m surprised it didn’t take us ten.”

Ten years.

Ten years with her. 

The thought alone made Peter buzz with happiness. 

“We’re both pretty smart people,” Peter squeaked out, fighting his own body, hoping and praying a childish blush won’t give him away. “We would’ve figured it out before then.”

“I dunno, seems unlikely,” she opened a bag of chips, impatient to start their evening. “What are we starting with tonight? Phantom Menace?”

“We started with Phantom Menace last time, chronological order,” he scrunched his nose. “I think we should go by release order this weekend, just to shake things up.”

“Okay, nerd,” she said, her voice filled with affection. Hopping off the counter, she walked towards his couch. “I’ll go get A New Hope set up, then. You plate the snacks.”

“I’ll pull out my finest china,” Peter said. He opened the cabinets to find two bowls, one for each of the bags of chips. They were mismatched and two totally different sizes, but they were free from the old neighbors, so he made do.

“Y’know, I don’t think the debate between release order versus chronological order is all that great,” (Y/N) said, mostly to herself. “I mean, there’s a thousand other things Star Wars fans can get caught up in arms in, but the order in which to watch the movies? Oh no, someone man the Reddit boards! What a crock of shit. It doesn’t matter anyway, they’re all good movies.”

He chuckled, clearly amused by his girlfriend’s rant. “All of them? That’s a controversial opinion.”

“If I had a good time watching it, it was a good movie,” (Y/N) said simply. “Not everyone’s a critic.”

“Clearly.”

“Do you not agree?”

“I agreed the last time we had this conversation,” Peter droned, though not bored in the slightest. “Though, I will admit, I was perhaps a bit distracted, on account of your nakedness.”

“Our pillow talk gets heated,” she said, no hint of shame in her voice. “Only intellectual conversations afterwards, to ground us and all after… everything.”

“Because the sex is that good?”

“Because the sex is that good,” she agreed.

“Maybe I should plan that shower soon,” he grinned, walking over to his loving girlfriend. “Delay our marathon…”

“I didn’t walk all the way here just for sex, you know,” (Y/N) hummed, the couch shifting at Peter’s added weight. “An added bonus, for sure, but I came here to pig out and watch silly little movies set in space with my pretty boyfriend.”

“Pretty boyfriend?” 

“The prettiest,” she giggled, slipping a kiss to the tip of his nose. It’s not her fault he has such a kissable face—lips, cheeks, nose, wherever. “Big doe eyes, loads of freckles, smoochy cheeks—”

“Which ones?”

A pillow—one she had bought him months ago—met his face with a quick thump. “You’re impossible.”

“Impossibly smoochable,” Peter giggled, feeling lighter than air. “You said so yourself.”

“Yeah,” she said, her voice all thick and lovey, “I know.”

Peter looked at her like she held the world in her hands, sitting beside him on his old couch—one that they had both moved up the stairs together two years ago—he couldn’t take his eyes off of her. Everything was right in the world, everything was right in his heart. 

“Are you gonna press play?”

He shook his head a bit, dumping his lovesick thoughts out of his ears. “Oh! Yeah, right. The movie.”

She pulled a blanket up on them, snuggling closer to Peter as the opening fanfare begun to play. With the text scrolling on the screen, one he hardly needed to read to know what it said given his near-memorization of the film, he felt at peace.

—

Mindlessly scrolling on his phone, it was usually how he spent his mornings, to wake himself up. He knew about the studies with blue light and stimulation of that sort of activity and wakefulness—having heard it enough from the party beside him, but he didn’t seem to care.

Apartment listings. 

She was right, his studio was too small for the both of them, and it was only fitting if they were going to start a life together—living with one another—that they had ample space. Besides, they were graduating within the year anyhow, so location wasn’t terribly important. In the city would be nice, given his… other occupation, but he could get used to living outside of Manhattan again. It was quieter, usually, and only by a small percent. Cheaper, too. Thank God for his scholarships, he wouldn’t have made it very far without them. 

She stirred next to him, pulling his comforter mostly off of him. He didn’t need it right now, anyway. Not when she was sleeping so soundly. He craved these weekends, when they both had a break from school and work—most of the time anyway. Peter Parker knew in his heart of hearts that he needed this every day. Perhaps forever. 

Forever.

That seemed so out of reach five years ago, but now? Peter simply couldn’t see a life without her in it. With their hectic schedules, his being all-encompassing, marriage was out of the question, at least for a few years. That’s why the apartment was so important to him, a piece of forever within their grasp. 

“Maybe…” Peter sighed, clicking his phone off, afraid to breathe louder than necessary. 

She didn’t seem to wake, anyhow. 

—

“Why do weekends here go by so fast?”

“At the laundromat?”

(Y/N) gave him a knowing glance. “Yes, Pete, weekends fly by here at the laundromat.”

“Come on,” Peter laughed, stacking his jeans—fresh out of the dryer. “It’s not so bad. They have those magazines you like.”

“Magazines from years ago—”

“There was that one from the eighties you found two months ago,” Peter pointed. “Stuck under one of the dryers?”

She smiled at the memory. “True. That was kinda fun. Seeing all the dated hairstyles and outfits was a treat. But you knew what I meant, use that big brain of yours.”

“It probably has something to do with the fact we like spending time with one another,” Peter began, patting the top of his laundry pile. “Y’know, makes the time go by faster.”

“Maybe,” she sighed. “I mean, logically, that’s probably the answer.”

“Logically? As opposed to illogically?”

“I could shove a sock down your throat right now, Parker,” she said seriously, holding up a balled up blue sock of his. “No one here would stop me. So cut it out with the smart ass-ness.”

Peter snorted a laugh. “Such a scary girlfriend I have, threatening me with socks.”

“Maybe instead of kryptonite like Superman, your weakness is socks? I need to capitalize on that venture before anyone else does,” she said, throwing the sock into the laundry basket. “Once I crack that code, I can sell it to all the big baddies of New York.”

“And maybe with all of the money you make, we could invest in a place for us,” Peter said.

“A house on the water,” she said dreamily. “Four bedrooms, an office—maybe one for both of us? Oh! An open kitchen sounds nice too, one with stone counters and fancy wood cabinets—real wood, not particle board. One of those farmhouse sinks?”

“If you share Spider-Man’s one weakness to all the big baddies of New York, don’t you think you’d have a hard time sharing a life with him after?” Peter asked, the sounds of the machines drowning out their conversation well enough. They practically had the whole place to themselves anyway, it seemed safe enough to talk about. “You know, considering that the spider is likely dead?”

“Hm…” she tapped her chin. “That’s a risk I’m willing to take.”

“We could start with an apartment, first,” Peter chuckled, throwing bits of his laundry basket into the washer. “I was looking at listings—”

“I thought you wanted me to move into your place?”

“We need a place of our own,” Peter said. “You were right, my studio isn’t going to cut it, and I want to spend more time together. Our weekends are the best time of the week, and any night I spend with you is a night where I actually get some semblance of sleep—for the most part, anyway.”

The entire laundromat lit up, Peter was certain her smile was the culprit. 

“You were looking at listings?” She asked shyly, digging through the basket to help Peter load the washer. 

“Most of it was out of our budget,” he admitted, “but it was a start.”

She hummed in agreement. “We’ll look together tonight, then.”

“Sounds perfect,” Peter grinned. “Oh! Could you double check my pockets? I keep forgetting change and stuff in them.”

“What about old receipts?” (Y/N) giggled, obliging to his request. She pulled a pair of khakis out of the basket, gingerly fishing her hand in the pockets. “I think I’m entitled to any change I find, Parker.”

“You can have whatever you find,” Peter agreed, his voice a little shaky. 

Turning the back pockets inside out, she found nothing in the first pair, throwing it unceremoniously into the washer. With a bit more haste, she rifled through the second pair—the pair she had bought him a while back. Her fingers came across something round and cool. Change, it had to be. 

“I think I just became twenty five cents richer,” she laughed, pulling the item out of the pocket, expecting a quarter. Instead, it was a smooth ring, delicate and without any stones, but still elegant. “What…?”

“It’s not a house on the water,” Peter started, looking down at the ring in her hands. “It’s also not a new apartment, but it’s a start, right?”

“Peter Parker, if you’re proposing to me in a laundromat—”

“It’s also not a proposal,” he corrected, “I’m gonna get you a better ring for that, I promise. Besides, it’s not very romantic here, is it?”

She looked up at him, his eyes staring into her own. Big and beautiful, that’s what she always thought of his eyes. Like they held the answer to every question in the universe, and in a way, they did. “It’s a promise ring?”

He shrugged, his ears growing a bit pink. “When you say it like that it sounds a little… middle school, but in a way, yeah, it is a promise ring.”

“Girls my age are expecting engagement rings,” she said, looking back down at the ring in her hand. It was her size, she didn’t even need to try it on to know it. How did he figure out her ring size? 

“I promise baby,” Peter stepped towards her, grabbing her hand, closing her fingers around the ring. “I’m gonna get you that ring. I just thought it’d be nice to have something to wear on your finger in the meantime—before we do real adult things like move in together. A-and this way, you can help me pick out your real engagement ring! I have a really good idea of what you like, but I don’t ever want you to look down at your hand and thing ‘man, I wish Peter chose this instead of this’, you know?”

“Honey,” (Y/N) said, looking back up at him. “You’re rambling.”

“Sorry,” he said sheepishly. “I’m nervous.”

She chuckled. “How do you expect yourself to actually propose if you can hardly give me a promise ring?”

“Hadn’t thought that far,” Peter shook his head. “But it’s for you, I’m willing to do anything for you.”

He meant that. 

She knew he meant that.

“Am I supposed to put it on myself?”

Peter quickly scrambled to open her hand to grab the ring from her, nearly dropping the thing. “You want to wear it?”

“My boyfriend got me a pre-engagement ring,” she nearly rolled her eyes. “You expect me not to wear it?”

He pushed the ring onto her left hand, fourth finger. Peter gently lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it lovingly. “I promise, you’ll get a better ring from me one day. S-soon! Like, as soon as I have the money, I swear to it, honestly.”

“Pete,” she placed her now-ring-clad hand on his face. 

“Right,” his shoulders deflated, “rambling. Sorry.”

She kissed his cheek. “It’s all very sweet and very you, Peter Parker. I love it.”

A dryer alarm buzzed, startling the both of them. “You do?”

“Well, I love you, and that’s enough,” (Y/N) smiled. “Besides, I like the idea of wearing a ring you got me—and the idea of helping you pick out the real thing? That basically sold the idea for me.”

“You’d say yes if I asked?”

“I agreed to your pre-engagement engagement ring, did I not? You’re not losing me that easily, Peter. I’m gonna hold out for the real thing.”

“We’ll go ring shopping as soon as we find a place,” Peter said seriously. “Move in, graduate, all that.”

“You’ve thought this through.”

“A lot,” Peter agreed. “Sometimes it helps to fill the time when I’m swinging around town. I usually am thinking about you, anyway, anytime of day.”

“That’s so crazy,” she said, voice teetering on sarcastic. “Because I’m usually thinking about you, too.”

“Pretty crazy,” he smiled, pulling her into him. With careful hands, he lifted her face towards his, a silent invitation. One she was more than happy to respond to. 

Kissing Peter Parker was one of life’s greatest pleasures, she was sure of it. Granted, she had really never kissed anyone else, high school sweethearts and all of that, but she knew it really couldn’t get better than this. The slightly chapped kisses, the way he would lick his lips when they parted, how he would nip at her bottom lip in protest if she thought about stopping the kiss too soon—it was all perfect. Of course, kissing in a slightly shady laundromat was a bit of a turn off. 

“Pete,” she said, pulling back.

“Can I not kiss my girlfriend?” He nearly begged, holding her against him a bit tighter. 

“I can’t be your girlfriend,” she said seriously. “I mean, not with this flashy new ring and all—seems a bit juvenile with that title, no?”

“What do you suggest?”

“Partners,” she shrugged, feeling him pepper kisses against her cheek, her nose. “It seems more grown up, anyway. Now, when I go into class or work and they comment on my ring I can say, ‘oh, my partner got me that’.”

“Babe, I’m your partner in anything,” he laughed, pressing his forehead against her own. “If you’d like to change our terms of endearment—I’m all aboard.”

“It’d only be for a short while, anyway,” (Y/N) said, smirking against his lips, capturing them in another kiss. “Then I can call you my fiancé…”

“Romantic.”

“Then my husband,” she teased. 

“Oh I do like the sound of that,” Peter nodded. “(Y/N) Parker has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?”

“What about Peter (Y/L/N)?” (Y/N) asked, quirking her brow. “You could be progressive.”

“We could hyphenate?”

“Nah,” she shook her head. “Parker is a fine last name. A little basic, but perfectly suitable.”

“We’re kinda basic people, are we not?” Peter chuckled.

“Let me just go and ask your friend Spider-Man that,” she said seriously. “I’m sure he’d disagree?”

“Oh, speaking of!” Peter stepped away from her. “I need to wash… well, y’know—”

“It’s already soaking in the sink back at your place,” she said simply. “Trying to get all the dried blood off of it and all.”

Peter’s eyes nearly melted in affection. “What would I ever do without you?”

She smiled back in kind, a lovesick sort of way. “Not your laundry, that’s for sure. Come on, Parker, we’ve gotta finish this load. Sooner we’re done, the sooner we can go home.”

A rogue ray of sunlight hit her new ring just right, making the band shine brightly against her hand as she continued to throw his dirty clothing into the washing machine. “Yeah, let’s finish this up,” he said softly. “Let’s go home.”

[jell0buss-37]

can I request baking headcanons with peter b. parker? :)

YES OMG

Baking with Peter B!

What a cutie 🥰

Growing up, he really liked to bake

It was a good relaxing activity that he'd do with May when he was a boy, one of the first things they did together and it got him out of his shell

Doesn't look like it, but he most definitely has a container of baked goods on him at all times

So when you came to him asking to bake with you, you didn't think much of it

Oh boy

YOU DIDN'T EVEN NEED TO MAKE A TRIP TO THE STORE. HE HAS LITERALLY ANY INGREDIENT.

Being spiderman can be stressful, so he really likes to wind down with some brownies at the end of the day

Brownies are his favorite

He gets started on many different treats, saying you guys can bring them to work to have and share with your coworkers

While he's great at baking, he can't decorate for the life of him

Again, has no artistic integrity

Around Christmas you two make so many goodies, and have a cookie decorating date

And pie making dates for Thanksgiving

And brownie making dates for Halloween

Basically if it's a holiday, it's turning into a date baking even

He just loves dates in general, and basically will turn anything into a date

He's very cuddly in general, and will stand behind you, holding you in his arms and holding your hands while you kneed the dough

"I just wanna make sure you know how to do it, pretty girl."

Loves sugary kisses

Will make you taste test everything

Absolutely LOVES baking jokes

Especially the dirty ones

"If you help me with the cream puffs, I'll cream your puffs later." "Peter-"

Always has a major sweet tooth, loves sugar so much

Although he can bake, can't cook normal food for the life of him

[late-to-the-party-81]

When Peter parker's famous boyfriend tony stark returns from a two weeks mission or business trip, he decides to treat him. smut please. Buttom power! peter riding tony

What a boy wants

AN: Well here’s a smutty little ficlet for you. I’ve decided this is set in my 'A place on earth' universe, because why not? As always, aged up Peter Parker.

Not beta’d, so sorry for any rogue commas.

Master list | Series Master list

Summary: If you’d asked Tony yesterday which one of them was ‘in charge’ he would have said it was him, but at this moment he was starting to reconsider that assumption. Peter was fully at the wheel this time and Tony was definitely only along for the ride, something he was getting more comfortable with second by second.

Relationship: Peter Parker x Tony Stark.

Word Count: 1.3k

CW: Explicit Sexual Content, implied use of sex toys, anal sex, cock riding, power bottom!Peter, Nipple clamps, Cream Pie, Clothing disparity.

“Tony!”

Tony had barely stepped out of his suit before the slim, but muscular body of his boyfriend barrelled into him.

“I missed you,” Peter mumbled into his chest.

Tony wrapped his arms around Peter’s frame and rested his cheek on the top of Peter’s dark curls. “Missed you too, baby boy.”

Peter tilted his head and Tony raised his own so he could look down at his angel. “Not as much as I missed you,” came the emphatic reply. Peter’s eyes were deep pools of raw emotion and Tony was so hypnotised by them it took him a moment to realise two things. One, Peter was steering him backwards, a fact that he was only really aware of when the back of his legs hit the couch and he tumbled down onto it. Two, Peter was wearing his short silk robe and only that.

Tony landed on the couch with a soft oomph and immediately Peter was climbing up onto him, straddling his thighs and using his nimble fingers to work at Tony’s fly with a determination bordering on obsessive.

“Hey, baby. Slow down. What’s the rush?” He tried to sit up, but halted when Peter looked at him, one eyebrow raised. 

“Anthony Edward Stark. You’ve been gone for two whole weeks. Since we got together the longest I’ve gone without you filling me up is forty-eight hours.” Peter glanced down as he freed Tony’s cock and licked his lower lip. “I ache for you Mr. Stark.”

Tony’s eyes rolled back as Peter let out the honorific and he started to pump Tony’s cock which didn’t seem to have an issue with getting with the programme, despite the fact that a part of his brain thought Peter was a little shit for pulling out the big guns to get his way.

However, Tony would admit that the way that Peter was so unashamedly going after what he wanted was doing something to him. If you’d asked him yesterday which one of them was ‘in charge’ he would have said it was him, but at this moment he was starting to reconsider that assumption. Peter was fully at the wheel this time and Tony was definitely only along for the ride, something he was getting more comfortable with second by second.

Having brought Tony to full hardness at record speed, Peter let him go and threw off his robe. He was, as Tony had thought, naked underneath, except for a pair of gold and red clamps joined by a chain, which made his small nipples puff up as they squeezed them. Tony couldn’t help but skim his palms up Peter’s sides and then rub his thumbs over the two stiff peaks, watching his lover shudder with sensation, before he stared down at Peter’s straining and dripping cock.

“Petey,” he sighed, full of lust, love and amazement for his boy. Peter leant forward and pressed his lips to Tony’s and Tony lost himself in the sweetness of the kiss, not even registering that Peter had taken hold of his cock again until he felt it being enveloped by a warm wet heat. He jerked in surprise and opened his eyes as Peter groaned and fully seated himself, his eyes still closed.

“Holy shit, Peter. Are you okay?” Tony felt panic and then confusion rise within him. They hadn’t done any prep and there wasn’t any lube in this room, but Peter didn’t feel dry and overly tight - quite the opposite - and Peter wasn’t crying out in pain either. In fact he looked entirely blissed out.

Peter smiled and gently rocked atop Tony’s cock.. “So okay, Mr Stark. Friday told me when you set off for home, so I opened myself up and got myself ready. I’ve been slowly fucking myself with that dildo you bought me for the last thirty minutes. Made my little boy-pussy all wet and slippery, so I could take you in straight away. Almost came so many times, but I’ve been saving it. I needed to feel you inside me.”

Peter lifted himself up and started to fuck himself, and all Tony could do was look up in awe, desperately trying to burn each erotic movement onto his retinas. Peter was resplendent -so self-assured - as he just took his pleasure from Tony’s body. He let out little sighs and moans as he moved up and down and stirred his hips.

“Feels so good, Mr Stark. Love the way you fill me up.”

“Fuck, baby. Where did this dirty mouth come from?” Tony asked, still not fully believing that his sweet boy was being so commanding.

“Been dreaming about you ‘n’ decided I wanted to be selfish when you got back. Just want you to lie there and let me have this. You can take it can’t you, Mr Stark? Just let me ride you and ride you until I want to come?”

All Tony could let out was a garbled moan before he bit his lip, tightening his hands on Peter’s hips as he willed his orgasm to build slower. He wanted to make Peter happy. He always tried to let his boy finish first, but this time it felt even more important that he succeed. He thought that closing his eyes again might help, so he wouldn’t be able to see the erotic  juxtaposition of a naked Peter wantonly riding his own clothed body, but it just made everything worse. All his other sensations were suddenly amplified. Peter’s breathy sighs and the salacious, wet, slapping sound of him taking Tony over and over filled his ears. The exquisite push, pull and squeeze on his cock was the only thing he could feel. It was getting too much.

“Peter,” he whined. “Please. I’m so close.” 

“I’m almost there too, Mr Stark,” Peter replied between pants. “Pull on the chain.”

Tony fluttered his eyes open again, trying to focus on the delicate gold links swaying between Peter’s small but defined pecs. He reached out, snagging the chain between the thumb and first two fingers of his right hand, and gave it a cautious tug. Peter let out a deep moan and his body clenched down, making Tony choke back a cough.

“Again,” Peter commanded. “Harder. And when I come I want you to fuck up into me as hard as you can.”

Tony nodded dumbly and then pulled on the chain again, slowly drawing it back towards him and watching how Peter’s nipples lengthened, until his concentration was broken by Peter’s loud shout and the feeling of Peter’s channel starting to spasm as his orgasm took hold. With Peter’s cum splashing all over his shirt, Tony let go of the chain so he could grip Peter’s hips firmly, plant his feet, and start to thrust up. 

Tony started to come almost immediately. He felt the way his balls drew up and the way his cock swelled inside the tight clutch of Peter’s body. His own cry of pleasure mingled with Peter’s as he rode out a wave that felt never-ending, pouring himself inside of his lover. 

Peter collapsed over him, and Tony shifted his hands so he could stroke Peter’s hair with one hand and his back with the other.

“Damn, Petey,” he gasped out. “That was… Wow!”

Peter lifted his head and opened one eye, looking up at Tony. “You liked?”

Tony dropped a kiss onto Peter’s smooth, unwrinkled forehead. “I loved,” he confirmed.

“Does that mean I can be bossy more often,” Peter asked with a smile.

“Baby boy, you can be as bossy as you like, as often as you like, if that's what comes from it. But for now, I’m gonna lay down the law and say that we need to go and have a shower. I also need to burn this shirt - I don’t think it’s salvageable.”

Peter giggled, his voice bell-like. “It’s a good job you can afford to buy more, because I have a feeling a few others might get ruined.”

“Bring it on, baby. Bring it on.”

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Poisoned Empanadas

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Pairing:

Moon Knight (Jake Lockley) x Spider!fem!reader

Spider-Man 2099 (Miguel O'Hara) x Spider!fem!reader

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18+

Warnings:

Violence, strong language, mentions of death, mentions of depression, sexual themes, someone gets hurt

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Summary:

A wild Miguel appears once again!

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Chapter 5 - Pizza Rolls

Yes. I said it. Pizza rolls to me are just little pizza filled Empanadas. My favorite kind are the big Great Value bag of them. Let me tell you about the homemade pizza rolls I made recently. I got puff pastry, then filled them with cream cheese and extra old aged cheddar, diced dry aged salami, diced habaneros, diced onions, homemade garlic pizza sauce, and then close them up, cover in garlic butter, sprinkle with parmesan, and bake on parchment paper for 15-25 min on 350.

***

Another week had rolled on by since that very explicit dream and you hadn't run into Miguel at all. Even when you outright asked the criminals on whether or not they had seen a jacked up Spider-Man, they genuinely looked confused and terrified that there was yet another Spider-Man, and this one was bigger than any of the others. It almost made you question his existence, had the wizard not kept asking if you had seen him again?

Every.

Damned.

Night.

You nearly lost hope on running into him. Maybe he found his way back to where he came from? Maybe he had to leave the city to find the thing he needed in order to do so?

Either way, you managed to get out to patrol for an entire seven days without seeing any sign of him. Perhaps he was busy, which was good. It was getting old being asked the same question every night. At least Peter had the decency to not ask about Miguel while in Stephen's presence. That would just trigger the doctor into playfully teasing you about it.

Thankfully, he hadn't asked about Miguel at all for today, come to think of it. Stephen had said Peter was there when he opened up a viewing orb to see where you were. Maybe Peter's little magic caffeine fit made him forget? Oh, who were you kidding, he aced his finals, so of course he'd remember seeing Miguel in the orb.

"Hey! Nice to see you!" Peter called out as you flipped yourself over the ledge to see only him at the meeting point. He was just packing up Gwen's bag that she had left the previous night.

"Hi! How are you?" You greeted him as he handed you a protein bar.

"Doing good. Since I did so well on my reports, I got a few recommendations from some of the professors. I showed them to Stephen, and told him I want to get my engineering and chemistry certification."

"So you plan on getting a doctorate?"

"Yes! I hope it makes Stephen proud. It's not the same kind of doctor, and it's more what Tony would have wanted-" Peter rambled a bit and you placed a hand to his shoulder.

"Stephen is proud of you. He'd be proud of you no matter what subject you pick. He would be proud even if you failed, because you tried so hard. You don't give up when it gets rough. He knows how much Tony meant to you and Tony wasn't one to stop achieving his dreams when he failed at something. You and Stephen share that drive, and it'll take you far." You said with a bright smile.

It wasn't a lie, because Strange talked about the boy a lot. He always asked how he was doing after a patrol, and he would be the one to do most of the first aid on the team. If he ever had to help Peter with an injury, the man would fuss while patching the boy up. Stephen would even be constantly mentioning how proud Tony would have been, had he been around to see Peter's achievements. The doctor almost sounded like a sweet old grandmother affectionately referring to her grandchild when he spoke of Peter.

"Thank you. That feels good hearing that from you." Peter replied as he cracked a grin.

"So… Does this mean I have to call you Doctor Parker? Or Doctor Spider-Man? Oooh! I know! How about Spider-Doctor?" You gently teased him. Peter burst out laughing while shaking his head.

"Absolutely not! It will be Doctor Parker, and then just the same old, friendly neighborhood Spider-Man." He chuckled with a wink.

"Ah, good. Though… What about Doctor Webs?!" You gave a laugh back as you tried to picture it. He laughed and shook his head. The both of you got ready to head out, suiting up fully and slinging away into the night as you kept roasting Peter on the names he could use.

***

Most of the night was pretty calm. There was a fender bender pretty early on and a guy needed to be pulled from the wreckage, so Peter had helped. You didn't have much to offer in assistance, so you sat perched up on a shopping market roof to watch him while you called an ambulance. When all was said and done, you left to go seek out other problem areas that might need some help. The small police scanner Peter had built into his wrist watch sure did help a lot, and it reminded you of Miguel's watch.

Another occurrence was a man being held at knife point by a local drunk. Peter and you managed to talk the guy down and check him into a local drop-in center for outreach help. From there, everything was good. Nothing was off, which was great. It was so great that you and Peter stopped for a bite to eat on top of Stark Tower. About half way through your sandwich, Peter's watch and phone went off. He picked it up to check and his face fell.

"What's wrong, Peter?"

"There's been a breach in the Stark Tower security systems." He grumbled as he jammed the rest of his food into his mouth and chewed vigorously. You huffed and opened your sandwich and hurriedly removed the good bits, shoving them into your mouth and discarding the bread and other bits you didn't enjoy much. You both chewed in silence as you wiped your faces and hands.

"What? But we are sitting on the building..?" You asked with a confused face as you opened a soda to wash your mouth out, then handed it over to Peter so he could do the same.

"Yeah… I suppose we should go check it out, then?" He suggested. How could you say no?

Since Peter already had official security clearance, it was easy to get inside. You followed him in and down to the lower levels. He didn't bother to creep about. He acted like he owned the place, which he kind of did now that Tony was gone. Peter glanced at his watch a few times.

"Looks like the disturbance is in the vaults." Peter announced as he pointed to another stairwell. His tech was telling him the breach was in the power core reactor vault on the main floor. It was separated from the one that powered the building, and that was underground.

Peter directed you to the stairwell and down the center of the spiral stairs. He chose to use a web rope, while you descended with a disk of light. Once at the main floor, Peter quietly peeked down a hallway and motioned for you to follow. You darkened your suit and dimmed the lights in the hallway slowly, while Peter made his way towards the vault room.

There was a clatter of sorts the closer you got. Peter was a bit nervous, his spider senses no doubt going insane as he twitched at any noise. Yours, however, wasn't going off at all. You thought that was odd, considering the threatening nature of the noises that you were hearing. Scraping and clanking to be specific could be heard, followed by what sounded like drawers and doors opening and closing rapidly. The occasional crash of glass tinking against glass could be heard as well.

Peter stopped at the door, a weak light coming from inside. You could hear someone grumbling to someone. A man, talking to a woman. Peter was opening the door as you realized the voices sounded familiar, and before you could tell him to wait, Peter was zipping inside to confront the individuals.

"I'd stop that if I were you. Mr. Stark might be gone, but this building is still owned by his associates." Peter said as he clung to the roof in front of a large storage room door. The noises suddenly stopped and a growl erupted from the room.

"Spidey, uh, maybe we should be careful-" You started to say, when a large metal box was hurled at him. Thankfully, Peter managed to smack it away in time.

"Not one for talking, huh? Are you the strong silent type?" Peter said as he fired off a warning shot into the storage room. A small crash could be heard as a bunch of things fell to the ground and scattered all over the floor and out the door. You hid in the shadows and got closer to the door as Peter dropped down and darted into the room after the noise.

"Friday! Spidey needs the rest of the backup lights off!" You called out. The noises suddenly stopped as that familiar voice went 'huh?' And a second later, and the lights went out.

A scuffle occurred. You could hear Peter get hit and grunt as he came flying out of the room and hit the wall on the other side of the room. You gasped when it registered. You heard the distinct sound of bone breaking and Peter hissing in pain.

There was another crash, so you turned and stepped into the storage room, seeing a dark figure smash a window and climb up into it. The moon light hit his form just right, and you could tell immediately that it was Miguel. He turned to look back at you, tilted his head, then jumped. You looked back at Peter, seeing he was getting up and rubbing his neck.

You had a choice. Stay and help Peter, or chase Miguel.

"Get that jerk, Galaxy-Spider!" Peter shouted as he huffed while leaning against the wall. His arm looked like it was bent the wrong way, and his voice was dripping with pain.

That fucking dick broke your friend's arm!

You saw red, and then in an instant, you were across the room, handing Peter your bag for anything he would need, before running to and jumping from the window that Miguel had escaped from.

As you hit the night air, you looked around, catching a glimpse of Miguel zipping up a web to the roof of the building you just left. You scowled and hissed as you summoned a circle of light and stepped on it. You braced yourself and sent it straight upwards towards Miguel.

When he turned his head to check if he had gotten away, he recoiled in surprise when he saw that you were only meters behind him.

He reached out and shot a web to the next building over and kicked away from the tower. He used the momentum of the sudden change in trajectory to rocket himself away. He was fast, like ridiculously fast for a large hulking mass of muscle. It made sense, Jake was slightly smaller, but the cabbie was pretty fucking fast. So, of course Miguel, with the same setup, would be faster since he was a Spider.

Right?

"Get your ass back here!" You demanded as you aimed at him and shot off a web. He managed to twist himself out of the way. In doing so, he landed against the building and sprang away from it to go to another across the street.

"Fucker! I swear to the Gods, if you make me chase you, I am not going to be a happy girl!" You called out while making a series of glowing lights appear to get to him. He had gained a fair distance, now being three blocks away.

You could do this. You had chased far worse things than Miguel. This should be easy for you.

One blob at time, but surprisingly quickly as you hopped, skipped, and jumped your way to the fleeing Spider. You gave chase for over ten minutes, drawing you far away from the Stark Tower and the Sanctum. You hauled ass and pushed yourself to catch up with him, each breath coming out in a rush.

Closer.

Closer.

Closer…

Your lungs were burning and your muscles were aching with the effort to get to him. You were angry and upset that he had hurt your friend, and had the audacity to break and enter the building that belonged to said friend. You had an idea of what he was looking for, and you even offered to help him, yet here you were, chasing a potential thief that refused any help.

When Miguel looked back, you were almost able to grab at his ankle. The panic was evident in his body language, and in that split second, he shot you in the face with his webs.

Everything went dark and you stumbled while trying to pull the web from your face. You lost your footing, slipping and falling off the light. A strangled squeak came from you as your head smacked against another gob of light. Dizziness filled you as you kept falling. The ground would soon meet you and you were sure it would hurt and do some major damage.

A whoosh of air hit your ears as you were suddenly grabbed and sent flying. It took a moment to realize you weren't falling, but now were being carried while swinging in the air. Large muscular arms held you tightly against a well sculpted torso. The heat from the man was radiating nicely and it felt safe and warm, even though a few moments ago you wanted to punch him in his stupid face. A few moments later, and Miguel was setting you down gently, but he didn't let go. He was holding on in an effort to avoid you lashing out at him as he removed the webs from your face.

Well, you didn't lash out. You stayed still while trying to control your breathing. Your mask was taken off and when you looked up, Miguel had already discarded his on roof you were on. He held a look of concern as he inspected your head, finding a bump, but otherwise everything was fine.

"You gave me a scare, there. You weren't supposed to fall."

"Well you weren't supposed to commit a felony by breaking and entering Stark Tower, then I am pretty sure you broke my friend's arm!" You snapped at him and Miguel let go of you and took a step back.

"I broke his shocking arm!?" He seemed surprised and his face melted into remorse.

"I am sorry. He was trying to stop me from getting the information I needed, and he shot a web at Lyla. She's all I have left. I didn't mean to hurt him. I'm still getting used to these powers." He stammered as he showed you the lack of pockets and anything on his person, but the watch. You sighed, but still had to ask.

"Did you steal anything?"

"No! Well, uh, just the information I needed. I swear, I didn't take any of those glowing core things." He said and turned around.

"See? And no, I didn't put anything up there." He indicated to his rear, and it drew a small laugh from you. You cleared your throat and stood up.

"Well, you need to come back with me. Tell P- Tell Spidey that you're sorry and that you didn't mean to cause any harm, though you clearly did, you big brute. If you don't, the wizard will make your life really fucking hard." You scolded him and pointed back towards the tower. Miguel frowned as he looked down and sighed.

"Fine. I'm sorry I ran."

"Good! Now I'll just shoot him a text and let him know I am on the way back with you." You muttered while going for your pack. You froze when you remembered handing it to Peter.

"Ah, shit. I can't. I forgot I left my bag with him. Well, you're gonna just have to watch your back while we go."

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By the time you got back to the tower, Peter had already called Stephen in. You could tell they were there because there was a warm orange glow of the portals he was so fond of. You had to check and make sure Miguel didn't just fuck off, which, thankfully, he didn't.

As you approached, you could see Stephen bent over Peter. He was fixing up his arm with magic and making sure Peter was alright when the lad sat up and pointed at you and Miguel.

"That's the guy!" Peter said as he jostled forward a bit and winced. Stephen smacked him lightly on the shoulder.

"Stay still. The last thing we need is you distracting me while I am trying to set the bone back into place!"

"But, Stephen, the guy that broke my arm is right there!" Peter argued with a whine.

"Settle down. I know he's there. I can clearly see him." Stephen said as he twisted Peter's arm suddenly. A loud crack was heard, and Peter gasped and almost threw up.

"But you're not even facing him…" Peter protested quietly. Stephen huffed and pointed up to his forehead and Peter went quiet. He didn't bother asking how he could still see Miguel, when that eye wasn't even facing him. He knew it was magic and left it at that.

"Heya, doc. I found the guy. Brought him back. He's willing to apologize and explain himself." You said as you motioned to Miguel, then to Peter.

"Good. I look forward to hearing about why he's caused such a fuss." Stephen stood there looking at everyone with his arms crossed. He looked mad and annoyed. Of course he'd be.

Miguel was nervous. He was shifting from one foot to the other as he looked at Peter.

"I, uh… I am sorry for breaking your arm. I… I am also sorry for breaking into this building." He glanced at Peter, then at Stephen, before his eyes landed on you.

"Okay. Cool. Apology accepted. Now, please enlighten me as to why you broke into my building?" Peter asked while Stephen started using magic to speed up the healing process.

"Your building?"

"Yes. This is my building."

"So that makes you Peter Parker, then." Miguel said as he motioned to the room around him.

"The man that Tony Stark left all his technology and businesses to. Wow. That's wild. You're so young." Miguel looked at you and huffed.

"You could have told me that, you know. I wouldn't have broken in here if I knew that this place belonged to your friend." Miguel complained and rubbed his face.

"You're a dick. I offered to ask my friends for help, but nooo, you said you wanted to do it all by yourself!" You said and threw both hands over to Peter. Peter was perfectly fine by now, Stephen's spell having worked its magic and fixed what Miguel had broken.

"I said I could have asked, and yet, you declined and ended up hurting my friend. I think you owe me an apology as well Miguel!"

"You're right. I'm sorry. I should have asked for help. I should have accepted your offer."

"Okay. Enough of this garbage. Can we go back to the Sanctum? I really need to finish this book I borrowed from Wong." Stephen spoke up and started walking through the portal.

"You're not going to punish me?" Miguel had a look of surprise on his face.

"No. That's for Peter and her to decide. I have enough shit to deal with already. Besides, you're a Spider-Folk. That's their jurisdiction." Stephen announced and then he went straight to sit at his desk with his book.

"Let's get going. You know how much he hates waiting." Peter whispered to you.

You nodded and looked at Miguel, curling your finger in a silent command to follow. Miguel hung his head in frustration as he followed on through. Once inside the library, the portal closed up behind you. Peter was the first to fling his mask off and flop into one of the arm chairs by the fireplace. You took yours off as you sat in the love seat and laid across it.

Miguel awkwardly looked at the other leather chair and sat down. From this angle he could see everyone, and he noticed the wizard's third eye was staring at him through the reflection of the mirror up on the wall beside him. That was unnerving, so he turned to look at Peter. The boy gave him an obnoxious smile as he looked Miguel over.

"That's a weird choice in a suit. You look like you're wearing a child's costume. I can see some of the seams are ripping." Peter quipped and you giggled.

"Look, my outfit was poorly planned in the time that I had." Miguel huffed and rolled his eyes as he relaxed into the chair.

He was spread eagle with the way he sat, and your eyes wandered down. Just a peek, right? What could it hurt?

"Hey, doc! Can ya fix up his ugly suit?" Peter glanced at you as he called out to Stephen.

You looked away as you blushed, Miguel eyeing you carefully as he crossed one leg over the other. Stephen grumbled and flicked his hands towards Miguel, and his suit resized and darkened with textures that weren't there before. Strange went right back to reading, but he was eavesdropping, ready to spring into action should Miguel blow his top.

Miguel's reaction was an undignified squeak and a grunt as the new suit formed around him. He stared at the gloves, noting the rubber like pads on the fingertips and the slits at the tips of the fingers for his claws. He got up and went over to the mirror and gawked at himself, twisting right and left as he looked at the professional fine detailing of the fabric patterns. Miguel looked like he was wearing boot shaped socks.

He didn't know what to say as he looked at you in the reflection of the mirror. You had been staring at him, eyes looking right at his impressive looking legs, looking up to his nice tight ass, then up his back to his shoulders, and finally to his eyes. You blushed and bit your inner cheek as you smiled at him. He winked at you and then turned to thank the doctor.

Miguel explained who he was, where he was from, and when. Stephen quietly listened, while Peter kept interrupting him to make a joke or a remark about something, like if he really fell into a dumpster, or if you had pushed him. It took about an hour to explain himself in what only took ten minutes to you privately. Stephen decided Miguel wasn't a threat, and offered to let him stay, but Miguel was very adamant about having a hotel room and that he didn't wish to be a burden.

Stephen wasn't having any of it. He refused Miguel's excuses and he showed him to a room, claiming he owed his son at least one day and night of his time for the inconvenience of temporarily breaking his arm. Miguel relented and followed Stephen to the room, and you didn't hear from him all night.

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[thisisyourdriverspeaking]

Because it's FE race day today, here is the Formula E grid of 2024 US motorsport number ones edition. Enjoy 😊.

Lucas Di Grassi (11st August 1984) - Ray Parker Jr - Ghostbusters

Sam Bird (9th January 1987) & Edoardo Mortara (12th January 1987) - The Bangles - Walk Like An Egyptian

Sebastien Buemi (31st October 1988) - Phil Collins - A Groovy Kind Of Love

Jean-Eric Vergne (25th April 1990) - Sinead O'Connor - Nothing Compares 2 U

Robin Frijns (7th August 1991) & Antonio Felix Da Costa (31st August 1991) - Bryan Adams - (Everything I Do) I Do It For You

Nico Muller (25th February 1992) - Right Said Fred - I'm Too Sexy

Stoffel Vandoorne (26th March 1992) - Vanessa Williams - Save The Best For Last

Norman Nato (8th July 1992) - Sir Mix-A-Lot - Baby Got Back

Oliver Rowland (10th August 1992) - Madonna - This Used To Be My Playground

Jordan King (26th February 1994) - Celine Dion - The Power Of Love

Jake Hughes (30th May 1994) & Mitch Evans (24th June 1994) - All-4-One - I Swear

Nick Cassidy (19th August 1994) - Lisa Loeb & Nine Stories - Stay (I Missed You)

Pascal Wehrlein (18th October 1994) - Boyz II Men - I'll Make Love To You

Nyck De Vries (6th February 1995) - TLC - Creep

Jake Dennis (16th June 1995) - Bryan Adams - Have You Ever Really Loved A Woman?

Kelvin Van Der Linde (20th June 1996) - Bone Thugs-N-Harmony - Tha Crossroads

Max Gunther (2nd July 1997) - Puff Daddy, Faith Evans & 112 - I'll Be Missing You

Sergio Sette Camara (23rd May 1998) - Mariah Carey - My All

Joel Eriksson (28th June 1998) - Brandy & Monica - The Boy Is Mine

Jehan Daruvala (1st October 1998) - Aerosmith - I Don't Want To Miss A Thing

Dan Ticktum (8th June 1999) - Ricky Martin - Livin' La Vida Loca

Sacha Fenestraz (28th July 1999) - Will Smith ft Dru Hill & Kool Moe Dee - Wild Wild West

Paul Aron (4th February 2004) - OutKast - Hey Ya!

All added to this playlist 😊

[heygerald]

Remember that photoshoot Aaron Taylor Johnson had for Calvin Klein no that long ago when he was still blonde from filming The Fall Guy? I can totally see Tom sending Parker still from the shoot the day he takes the photos to tease her because he knows she will love it

Not a day goes by that I don't think about that photoshoot, and if it happened while they were dating, you best believe that Tom would send her selfies from the shoot, plus links to the raw pictures, as well as some CK boxers for her to sleep in since she rarely bought herself anything name brand.

More importantly though Parker would get her favorite picture from his ad campaign printed onto an oversized poster that she pins onto her wall as a joke. Tom can't help but puff out his chest every time he sees it because he also thinks he's totally freaking hot, and he loves the fact that his girlfriend is such a big fan of his.

The poster makes it three weeks before Colt defaces it with sharpie and some drawings that middle school boys would find hilarious.

[dhjhhdhn]

SPIDER BOY🕷️

Peter was running late to physics again he never used to miss class until this year you couldn't help but worry about how he's doing. He seemed off lately but you couldn't quite put your finger on it. While you're thinking about how weird Peter's been acting he stumbles into the room with his back pack slung over one shoulder and out of breath. You can't help staring at your best friend , your lab partner, your obsessive crush that's gone too far. But how could you not love the dork and his nerdy nature, his deep brown eyes, the mussels that you could see the soft outline of through his t shirt and his hair that fell messily in his face. " Sorry I'm late." Peter spoke frantically to your teacher while sitting down next to you like always. " Why were you late this time Parker" you spoke in a quiet yet upset tone. " I know I'm sorry I'll be better about being on time it's just difficult". You just nodded your head you know you shouldn't expect peter to let you in on every detail of his life yet you wanted to know. " What I'd miss" Peter asked "partner presentation" You responded. " You do-" "no peter I don't, I waited for you" "you're the best y/n" you shook your head agreeingly. "My house after school, walk together?" "Sure."

---After school ------

You walk down the stairs to meet peter by the tree you always do but peter didn't show first you thought he just had to go to his locker or something but then time went on and you realized he's running late again so you get up and grab your bag to start walking home by yourself then peter comes running from across the street "I'm so sorry y/n" you ignored him tired of how's he's always prioritizing something, someone? Just something that's not you or school and that we will be fine if he would at least tell you what's going on." " Y/n please just wait up, I can't let you walk home alone" peter begged in a desperate voice " peter I'll wait if you tell me what the fuck is always so important you're missing school and ignore me ,not just me ned to. " Peter looked at you like he wanted to cry "y/n I'm not ignoring you I swear" he choked out "no?" You ask angrily. He shakes his head side to side. "Then why did you leave me waiting for 30 minutes " you know you should've left just walked home on your own but you also knew that peter would come just a lot too late. "Y/n I-I I can't tell you , I know I sound like a dick but please don't be mad at me" he begged. "I wouldn't be mad if you would just tell me what's going on" " y/n I want I really do I just can't" you let out a puff "not here at least , let me walk you over to my house like we planned" "fine " you huffed. The walk was incredibly quiet neither of you said a word. You snuck glances at peter and you could see he wanted to say something but stayed quiet in the effort not to make you anymore upset.

----Peters house----

You both walk into the house still not saying a word. Aunt may is sitting at the table working on her laptop and drinking coffee, you've always found her a comfort person which you need right now. She looked up and saw you two " hi , y/n sweetheart" "hi Aunt May" you responded with a smile. "What brings you over ?" She asked curiously"physics presentation " you responded in the happiest voice you could manage. "Alright well I'll let you two go do your homework, peter door open ok?" Peter just stood there blushing"oh- I -were not" " were friends Aunt may" you interrupt, saving peter from any more embarrassment. "Alright let's go " peter said looking at you hoping for a response but you just nodded and headed towards his room.

-----Peters room----

"okay so this is going to sound insane" peter said voice shaking. " I've known you when we were 5 I think I can handle a little weirdness." Peter looked extremely nervous " I'm not supposed to tell you this." He said shakily. You didn't respond you only raised an eyebrow. " I'm Spiderman" he blurted out. You couldn't help but start laughing. " I'm serious." " Okay yeah whatever peter I just wish you could tell me the truth " "it is the truth" he spoke in a high pitched voice. "Prove it". He dug through his dresser and pulled out his suit and showed it to you." You rolled your eyes "okay so you like to play dress up "no,no I hang on." He starts to take his shirt off and you can't help but turn bright red. "Oh I'm sorry could you turn around" too late dumbass why not before you showed you abs and you biceps I'm supposed to be mad at you not drooling over you. " Okay turn back around" you saw peter hanging to the ceiling with one hand on it but you completely forgot about your whole argument when you saw him in that suit "peter ok I believe you " you started squirming on the bed putting your thighs together to get some friction. " You okay I know it's a lot to take in" "oh it's not that." You blabbed out loud and then brought a hand over your mouth. Peter looked at you confused He opened his mouth to ask what was wrong but you spoke before he had the chance to " it's nothing I'm fine" you said frantically picking up you stuff and getting off the bed. "Y/n" peter said in a calming voice "please what's wrong , I told you what's going on with me so I think it's only fair" you looked up scared "it's not the same " you said with a sad undertone. " I would hope it's not if I don't want any competition out in the field " Peter attempts to make a light hearted joke. You sit back down on Peter's bed and put your knees to your chest burying your face in them. Peter in an attempt to comfort you sits down by your side and rubs you back.

----Peters bed-----

"y/n?" He asked with his eyes looking apologetic. "I love you okay Peter, I think you're perfect, kind,and your amazing Peter." Peter looks down at you "y/n I love you too I always have I just didn't know how you felt." You looked up softly at peter and looked in your eyes while you stared at his deep chocolate brown eyes. He pushed your hair out of your face "I really want to kiss you, would that be okay?" Peter asked kindly "I would love that you whisper softly. His soft lips met yours and it felt great how long you waited for this and finally happened. " No, more secrets love?" Peter asked as he pulled away from you. "No more secrets, Pete." You both smiled at each other for a moment it felt amazing perfect how it should have been a long time ago. "If we're not doing the secret thing anymore I want you to know that you look sexy in your spider boy costume."

[pogueswrld]

✧･ﾟ: * two worlds apart *:ﾟ･✧

pairing: peter parker x Muslim!fem!reader summary: peter seems to grow a liking to the pretty girl in a hijab working in the bookstore down the road from the daily bugle, but he's too shy to make a move. now they're both stuck on a few-hours train, it won't get better than this. warnings: none, just an absolutely simped peter and an equally whipped reader, teeth-rotting fluff, sharing headphones, super halal! &lt;3 this is written with gender-neutral pronouns but the reader is fem presenting which means they're wearing a hijab! note: hello hello, this is 100% based on one picture I saw on Pinterest of a guy and a girl sharing headphones on the subway and it got me thinking of them <3333 enjoy!!

It was getting dark. The clock is ticking to four p.m. and y/n was growing worried that they might not make it home on time. The subway TVs keep announcing delayed trains and they're wondering if they should've called their brother to come and pick them up from the bookstore.

They'd say this week has ended on a good tone, from the good sales they've made and the tips they've received, and that pretty cute guy in the navy-blue jacket with a thin hood... yeah, it's been a great week.

If they're being honest, y/n is in no rush to get home. They're in a good mood, and that will be crushed the second they step foot through the threshold of their home, so every second spent standing on this platform was cherished.

Until the speakers went off announcing the arrival of the train leading to their destination. With a sigh, y/n stashed their hands in their puff coat's pockets and stepped towards the lines on the floor that indicated the location of the automatic sliding doors.

Meanwhile, a brunette boy with glasses was skipping the stairs to make it to the platform, trying his best to catch the next train out so he won't be any later than he already was.

He promised his aunt he'd make it on the clock this time, and yet there he was, fixing up his wrinkled tie and straightening out his unpressed suit jacket. He was a mess, he knew it, and the familiar person next to him knew it too.

He had to do a double take because this is so not how he wanted to be seen by his crush, but when he did, and their features remained the same, he went red in the face. The tips of his ears fired up and the heat traveled down to his necklace-adorned neck.

He wanted to disappear.

But they were here, the single person he's been thinking about non-stop for the past two months. The only reason he was falling back into his reading habits, the only cause he'd think about while reading romance, the single person he'd dream of when annotating said romance books.

And they... y/n's process march halted the moment Peter stepped onto the train. It was like every rational thought had evaporated and was replaced with endless screeching. Their eyes widened and they zapped their gaze to the ground, a hand slapped their mouth in shock.

He was a well-put-together mess. y/n kept sneaking half glances at him to see the way the black suit complemented his figure so well, the way it stuck to him, and how unironed it was.

They almost felt bad, but the next glance cast to his face only to see it beet red erased that thought.

For a split moment, y/n thought he had noticed them staring and felt embarrassed either by his look or by being stared at, so it was their turn to blush.

The two of them spent a good, stretched-out, awkward ten minutes staring ahead with heated cheeks and awkward stances before Peter cleared his throat.

He's been trying so hard for the past three weeks to gain this person's attention, and so far has only succeeded in spending too much money on romance books recommended by them and a simple "have a great day" while leaving the store, and every time he'd face-palm.

But this, this is the perfect opportunity to talk to them, get to know them, maybe even give them his number-

"I've seen you before, haven't I?"

And they're the ones to break the silence, staring at him with hesitant eyes and pressed lips, Peter realizes half a minute later that he's just been staring open-mouthed at them. He immediately shuts his mouth and hums a tight-lipped "mhmm", not moving his eyes away from them.

Their lips stretch into a simple smile, and they nod, "I knew it, you looked familiar. Did you come by the bookstore-"

"Off 39th and Second Avenue? yeah," He laughs, a sound so gentle and sweet it makes y/n sigh in disbelief. "Visited twice this past week alone."

They clap, their almost fake enthusiasm replaced with genuine excitement, "I knew it! I've seen you around a lot. You always get romance books."

Peter chuckles, almost feeling like he's been caught. He bows his head with a shy smile and nods, "And you always recommended the best ones."

y/n blushed, smiled, and waved it off, "You can obviously tell I daydream a lot." they laughed, and peter chuckled along with them. "Oh don't worry, I've been doing my fair share of daydreaming lately too."

The underlying message didn't go unnoticed by y/n, in fact, they paused and stared at him for further explanation, but Peter stuttered and mumbled his words that they both ended up just laughing it off.

y/n recognizes how risky what they were doing was, talking to a boy, a complete stranger, on the train going home. It sounded like every Arab kid's dream and nightmare wrapped in one. But they were risky, that's what they do. They were never ones to go along with the rules, never ones to follow tradition, but it wasn't like they were kissing or touching, right? It could be worse, but it's not.

The silence that followed was comfortable, and Peter got brave enough to ask for their number, but y/n apologetically turned him down, "Can't give you that, sorry. It's personal."

He didn't argue, only nodded in understanding and assured them that it was alright. For a moment, when they had started to feel bad and give him some sort of media to contact them on, Peter held out one of his wired earphones for them to wear.

y/n glanced between the earpiece and him with furrowed brows, but they took it nonetheless. Peter put the one in his hand in and gestured for them to do the same. y/n gently pushed the earpiece through the front of their hijab and into their ear before making sure it was secure in place. Peter held up a thumbs-up and they reciprocated it, then he pressed play, and "talk" by Hozier began to play.

y/n can confidently say that must've been their best and most enjoyed train ride ever, and they'd definitely be seeing the pretty boy with a head full of fluffy brunette strands again.

[dystovian]

Birthday Candles

Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: At 12 AM, Peter becomes a year older. And since you had to learn about this through the lady at the front desk, you opt to making a surprise cake for him! And who else than to get help from none other than the Birthday Boy himself.

Warning(s): Fluff to Angst to Fluff! Post!No Way Home. Nervous!Insecure!Peter Parker

Word Count: 3.2k

A/N: Hello! It’s been who knows how long but I saw a prompt on Tiktok a day or two ago by @/yourdailywritingprompt and thought why not!

Prompt Rules: Write a scene between two characters who are making something.

1. They both have feelings for each other but haven’t TOLD each other yet.

2. Include a brief (NOT) moment of physical contact.

3. Have on of the characters say “I love you” without saying those words.

Peter Parker is nervous.

The same Peter Parker that is also a crime fighter. The same one who almost held together a ferry using his own raw strength. Who fought against Thanos, not once, but twice. He’s been beaten to the ground too many times to count. He’d even been shot once. And yet, he can’t even bring himself to knock on your door.

He pulls at his fingers and wrings them together, his palms are dribbled in sweat and he’s afraid to even bother wiping them against his jeans in fear of leaving a mark. He’s about a second away from tearing off his sweater when the elevator just ten feet away dings and out you walk.

“Oh! Hey, Peter! Have you been knocking? Sorry to keep you waiting.” You laugh a little to yourself, bundles of groceries hanging from your fingers and even up to your elbow, anything to make one trip. Peter reached out quickly to grab what he can. You smile gratefully and struggle to get to the key in your pocket and to the doorknob but you manage.

“It’s alright, I didn’t knock yet.” An awkward thing between a chuckle and a breath of air leaves past his lips. Trying to cover up his embarrassment to admitting that he just sat there at your door for who knows how long. When you say nothing, he almost sighs in relief and instead helps you to put away your groceries. He’s done this before with you, done things in absolute silence and without a word to the other. Assignments, projects, groceries, dishes, and more.

“Are we still making that cake? You know, that little one for your Dad?” He asks, breaking the silence as he reaches for the top shelf of a cabinet. When you shrug, and awkwardly wave your hands around, he assumes and takes it as a maybe.

“Well, he hasn’t called and told me if he’s actually visiting tomorrow or not. But, I think it’s a safe bet to just make the cake anyway, play it safe! Don’t really want to hear him complain about not having one, either.” The last of your speech is kept at a tight mumble, you loved your Father to the core, didn’t mean he was any less likely to complain all the time. You turn and toss a wink at him though, he’ll always know you’re not serious.

“Oh, Okay. Do you wanna start now? Later?” His questions are muffled as he crouched in front of the fridge, head practically inside and resting against the cold puffs of air to cool his red hot cheeks.

“Pete. You looking for something? You might as well become one with the fridge drawers.” You scoff half heartedly, and roll your eyes as affectionately as one could. He’s been weird ever since you stepped out of the elevator, but he’s also been an awkward guy, so you’ve elected to ignore it.

“Fine! Fine, just hot, is all.” He almost skims his head off a shelf when he first heard you speak, but he clears his throat and pats himself on the back for sounding so composed.

He wasn’t, really.

“Alright then… I could have just opened a window! Your decision, though.” You shrug, brushing off his shaky tone. And continue setting up the supplies needed to make today’s cake.

“‘Kay. I’m done. Oh, so we are starting now?” He peeks over your shoulder, seeing that you didn’t need to answer his earlier question, considering one side of the kitchens counters were covered in a plethora of ingredients, tubes, Tupperware, and who knows what else. Peter is no cook. Let alone a baker.

“Yup. Figured we could finish this up as soon as possible, and maybe get take-out? Watch a movie? I’ve been dying to watch that horror movie everyone’s been talking about.” You raise your brows at him, moving so that your hip rests against the counter top. He smiles at you, leaning against his lower back as well as crossing his arms across his chest.

“Aw, c’mon? The one where the girl basically get half ea-!” He’s stopped abruptly when you slap his shoulder in a movement of panic, eyes widened.

“I don’t know shit about it yet! Don’t spoil, sheesh.” You grumble and turn, grabbing some tubes and pipes and handing them to the man in front of you.

“I’m on icing duty?” He raises a brow, and is almost scared when you whip your head back towards him.

“Your… ‘duty’… is to fill the tubes, okay? You’ll be writing on the cake too since you’ve got the steadiest hands I’ve ever seen. Don’t complain, either, that’s the best part!” You offer a light shove against his bicep with your shoulder, and even throw him a kind smile which he gladly returns both gestures.

While he filled the piping tubes with colored icing, you waste no time in adding and mixing all needed ingredients. You were excited, not only were you spending time with your only friend in New York alone, but your Father will be visiting from Massachusetts in no less than 24 hours!

That’s what you’ve been telling Peter, at least.

Realistically, though, this entire plan has been made just three days ago.

When you had first been buzzed in by the older woman at the front desk — if you could call it that — she greeted you with her usual hug and a sway. You pulled back after a few seconds and ask how everything has been. She’s only legally owned the building a few years now, since her husband had passed. So you took to helping her out every now and then.

“Don’t worry about that, hon’. I’ve got it. You should be worrying about that Peter of yours.” You blushed, but blinked owlishly at her, scared that something was wrong, and maybe you hadn’t seen it.

“W-What? Did something happen?” You asked, hands coming to her forearm in mild fear. She chuckles, raising a brow at you as she shakes her head. You remind her of herself, and Peter is simply a younger version of her past lover. You two were perfect.

“Nothing. Yet. But his birthday, it’s in only four days! And last I checked, he doesn’t get a lot of visitors, he didn’t even have any emergency contacts on his apartment’s rental application. You better be here to celebrate with him.” She ‘tsks’ at you, pulling her arm from your firm grasp, and stepping towards her office door. You had put a hand to your mouth now, sad that it was so close from now, but disappointed Peter hadn’t brought it up.

Since you’d met he had been very closed off. He had his moments where he shared his colorful feelings towards fellow classmates and professors. But he never told you about things like family, friends, or even his birthday.

That leads you to today. August 9th, 8:30 PM. Approximately three hours and thirty minutes away until the clock strikes midnight, and Peter is another year older. You vowed to yourself a few days ago that you’d do something for him. And something told you he wasn’t fond of surprises. So you kept it small, and cute, and prayed to Thor himself this would work.

“Hey? You okay? I’ve been saying your name for forever now.” He drags out the last syllable and even laughs a little to himself. Your head turns to look at him with wide doe eyes, as if you’d been caught doing exactly what you were told not to.

“Sorry, what is it?” You shake your head and turn, taking a break for your aching arms for a second to stop your mixing, putting your full attention to Peter.

“Done!” He grins, and points at the filled tubes with a smug gleam in his chocolate eyes. You twitch, it’s a quick thing, but you have this weird feeling in your stomach urging your legs to move.

You want to hug him.

“Oh, well that’s great! If you want to sit down while I finish up, you can.” You smile nervously, hands squeezing each other just a bit too tightly as you whip back around, hiding the obvious embarrassment on your face from your favorite neighbor.

“No, I can’t make you do that alone. I gotta help, please?” His hands form a prayer as he pleads silently at your side now to help. You give him the side-eye, and a serious look, which doesn’t last long once you break and hand him the directions. You point and tap at what you want him to do, and explain how you’d like it done, he nods, barely looking at the directions, and finally goes on with it.

Before you know it, the batter is poured and ready to be baked in the oven. Peter insists he does this part, large Hello Kitty oven mitts on his hands, and your Mother’s old 90’s ‘Kiss the Chef’ Apron wrapped loosely around his neck and waist. He almost giggles when you have to re-tie it as it almost falls forward onto the ovens door.

“Okay, and now we wait.” You clap, and pat yourself on the back with pride. So far, your plan hasn’t been thwarted! Something that usually happened in the past, plans of yours never seemed to work out the way you’d hope, either being called out on too early, or just falling apart all together. But, this was looking promising, Peter wouldn’t question making a cake for your Father, and unbeknownst to you, he’d never turn this down.

The oven lets out a tune of beeps, and you smile as he runs in to pull it out, rests it on the counter top, and lets it cool. When your timer goes off after an hour and a half, your in your aprons in no time, too giddy to be doing this together, like children.

“Your highness.” You bestow upon him the first step to finishing the cake, which he gladly takes with a bow of his own. When he turns to you, with slight confusion, he asks what should be written.

“Oh! Duh. Okay, Start with just a ‘Happy Birthday’ in cursive. I want to do the Dad part!” You nod, slightly nervous with your tone, but if Pete noticed, he says nothing. Just nods and smiles, like always, and starts. You weren’t lying earlier when you told him he had an incredibly steady hand, yet your still shocked just how smoothly he does this. Even the cursive is perfect, he’s just wonderful.

“Okay. How’s that? I think I messed up a bit at the ‘irth’ part, but no going back, so…” He trails off, eyeing his work, before handing you the piping bag. You take it shakily, and attempt at shielding the cake from Peters view before you roughly pipe in his name. You stop though, turn, and animatedly shoo him from the kitchen like a dog.

“Woah, okay, I’ll go. Performance anxiety?” He laughs awkwardly, a little confused but just assumes you’re afraid you’ll mess up. He leaves quickly, shooting you a playful glare before disappearing to the couch. Your shoulders drop in relief as you take a quick deep breath, and finally steady your hand as much as possible, taking some time to write down the name of the man that has changed you for the better. Anything to make it perfect.

“Pete! M’done! Just gonna clean everything else up and then you can come check it out!” You call to him, and stay silent until you hear his confirmation back. You look at the clock, and realize you’ve got about fifteen minutes to take your sweet time cleaning up before you call him in. You do just that, go as slow as possible, and are surprised when Peter doesn’t seem to notice. Maybe too lost in whatever he’s watching on TV, you don’t care, as long as he stays in the other room.

When you finish, wash your hands quickly, and call out to Peter, you’re a little stunned when you don’t hear him respond, and even more so when he doesn’t appear in the kitchen after a minute. So you tiptoe to the door, and your shocked at the sight of him.

He’s sprawled on his side, body sunken comfortably into the sofa, with a pillow under his head and one hugged to his chest. You almost cry. He’s so calm and relaxed and you know he needs the rest, but you think maybe he can get it after this.

“Hey, Petey, can you wake up for me?” You don’t flinch when he wakes startled, eyes wide and blinking quickly as he tries to figure out if there’s danger. When he realizes there isn’t any, he relaxes softly and throws an arm over his eyes.

“You scared me. Thought something was wrong!” He laughs to himself for a few seconds. Expecting you to tell him why you woke him up, or to apologize. But nothing’s said, he gulps, and is somewhat nervous now, he’s not sure why, but he’s a bit scared to move his arm too.

“Peter.” You whisper softly, and he gets a look at you— hair and silhouette haloed by the large flat screen just behind you, a hand grips the edge of the coffee table that you sit on, with your other hand balancing the cake, candles already stuck in it.

“Little early for the candles, huh?” He sits up now, rubbing the sleep from his eyes quickly before blinking at your strangely encouraging smile. You were acting funny.

“Peter.”

“Mm?” He almost yawns.

“Happy Birthday.” You grin, the hand on the edge of the coffee table comes up to help lower the cake and show him, and his jaw almost drops at the shaky ‘Peter Parker’ written in what could only be described as tame chicken scratch in the same spot where it should say Dad.

Peter Parker is a loser.

Since he’s met you, it’s like he’s developed a rare form of asthma, like you suck up all the air around him and he can barely breathe. Or, maybe he’s allergic to you, he’s always stuttering, and his cheeks and nose go so red, and don’t get him started on the sweaty palms. Yet, he stills comes around. He stops by your place at least three times a week. Sometimes even to see how you were doing, and turning around and quickly entering his own apartment, alone.

Peter has actually saved the world. He’s swinging through the streets of New York City almost every night, and webbing up and knocking out robbers and criminals like it’s nothing. And now, he’s about to start crying in front of you, and he’s terrified he won’t be able to stop.

“You…” He’s staring at the cake, at the unlit candles, and then into your eyes as you bring up a lighter to set them. The flames flicker from the deft silver lighter in your hand, and light the wax wick of the twisted red candles.

“Uhm. Mrs. Ricci told me a few days ago at the front doors. I was a little sad you didn’t tell me, but, I figured there was a reason. So I thought I’d do a small surprise, and we could have the cake together, maybe a sleepover?” You eventually turn your words into a rant, but he’s still staring and blinking. He’s yet to realized you’ve stopped until you clear your throat.

“Mrs. Ricci, told you?” He gulps, ignoring almost everything after that. You nod, and furrow your brows, you’re nervous now. Scared you crossed some unspoken boundaries.

“I..I’m so sorry. I had a feeling you didn’t like surprises but I figured this would be okay! Oh gosh, okay this is embarrassing, look, keep the cake-“

“Stop. No, it’s okay. I’m just..” His eyes are watering, and you finally take a good look at him, face dropping at the shine in his eyes due to the flashing bright television behind you. You blow out the candles quickly, before placing the cake beside you in concern. Hands reaching out gently to hold his hands on his knees.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, so gentle that the tears start to fall, landing upon his shirt as he blinks and blinks at you. Face and eyes scrunched up in what you could only guess was pain.

“It’s nothing. Nothing.” He gets it out, barely, before he feels you stand, dropping his hands. He’s disappointed for a second, scared he ran you out. You were going to leave, cause he was a loser.

“Oh, Pete.” You breathe, and step forward between his knees, arms reaching down to squeeze his shoulders. He wastes no time in burying his face in your stomach, letting everything out from the past year and a half of living here.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t want you to be sad I didn’t tell you. I just haven’t celebrated it in a while. I didn’t know if you’d want to know.” His voice is breaking, and stomping all over your heart.

“Of course I’d want to, Peter. You’re my best friend! It doesn’t matter anyway, it wasn’t anything I couldn’t get over! It’s your choice at the end of the day, and I’m happy to celebrate it with you now.” His heart pumps faster when he hears you call him your best friend.

“Thank you.” He mumbles, muffled by the fabric of your graphic tee.

“No worries. Ready for the candles?” You ask, pulling back and smiling as he looks up at you, hands coming to rest on the sides of his face. He nods, hands trying to stay stuck to you as long as possible as you sit back down and re light the candles.

“No singing.” He murmurs, which elicited a sharp laugh from you. You weren’t laughing at him by any means, you just thought it was cute and endearing.

“Okay, okay.” You smile widely, ear to ear sincerely. “Happy Birthday, Peter Parker.”

The candles are blown out. And the second you place the cake back down and begin to clap as silently as possible (for the sake of your neighbors), Peter leans forward and hugs you this time. Arms wrapping tightly around your back, where his fingers rub circles into your sides.

“Can we sleep, eat this in the morning?” He asks, eyes closed as he takes in what will now be one of his favorite memories. You hug back, nod, and slide your hand over the back of his head and over his hair. Butterflies flutter and crash into each other in his stomach, and he’s sure he might pass away right then and there.

He goes into your room and sets up his blankets on the floor, opting to sleep in your room tonight instead of the couch like usual. But when you return, standing in the doorway with a fond smile upon your lips, he stares.

He’s sure the butterflies are about to burst from him when you grab his hand and lead him to bed. There, the both of you fall asleep on your sides, staring at each other.

Maybe he could learn to like his birthday again.

[thelivingmemegod]

Thoughts on the Junior High line? (Both series)

Junior High!

Ruby Anderson!

My sweet girl. She was DEEP in her Supreme phase here it’s very cute, it feels very juvenile, I love her necklace, I love her top, side pony, I love her checker sneakers too. Her under sweater with the red and black sleeves and the scrunchie. Her backpack is really cute too. I wish they had these in Rainbow High too (I wish basically everything things set in school had backpacks though, so not new at all lol-)

Poppy Rowan!

Please I’m hyperventilating SHES SO CUTE-

LOOKIT HER ELEPHANT EAR SLEEVES WITH THE BUTTERFLY LIKE PRINT, LOOK AT HER BOWS AND HER FLOWER CHILD BUILT ASS HAIRSTYLE-

LOOK AT HER SHOES THEY’RE SO CUTE-

I love her backpack too! The sparkle print and the monarch butterfly patch are adorable. Her freckles are kicking my ASS it’s so cute

Sunny “this women is gonna end me” Madison!

This jacket, this shirt, this skirt, THESE SOCKS- all the pins and prints I’m- 😭

Her shoessss, her platformsssss I say she still has these platforms in Rainbow High and you cannot take that away from me.

She’s 100% a victim of the see-through backpack thing in America BUT she made the most of it and it’s adorable.

Her hairstyle is just darling, I love the rainbow clips, I love the buns and the curls and HER BABY HAIRSSSS (chokes)

Jade Hunter!

Jade is super cute!

Love the low cut colorblock pants, love the boxers peaking out, love the stripe croptop moment. All of these dolls have been proof that RH is better when they don’t let them make shoes see through. Love the shoes. Her twin ponytails and her scrunchies and her socks (especially the socks cuz you can’t even see them but they’re still awesome)

Once again, the backpack is fire.

Skylar Bradshaw!

Loveeee her sweatshirt, it looks so comfy. Her jirt (I’m sorry for this stupid ass joke I just love it) looks like she took a silver metallic posca marker and went to town on that pocket.

Her lil topknot hair is cute! Love the fact that her hair tie matches the tag she left on her shoe (which is a real trend!) I also really like the checker on the bottom and the printing on her socks. Another See-through backpack girl, at least it’s cute!

Violet Willow!

This boujee bitch went to a private school LOOK AT HER.

Most popular girl there.

The bangs are MUCH better and I love the pigtails with the fluffy hair ties. I love her cardigan, her button down, her plaid skirt, her knee thick’s and the diamond shoes. Her backpack is giving Channel grandmas couch REALNESS

SERIES TWO

Amaya Raine!

ADORABLE. Her sweatshirt is so, sooo cute, her pleated skirt is kinda weird pattern wise but still pretty cute cuz it’s like an add on to the sweater. Those BOOTS ARE THE STAR; YES GIRL YOU ARE FASHION.

Her white hair is really cute and I love the rainbow backing with the gold everywhere.

BACKPACK IS FIRE

Krystal Bailey!

Her lip color aside.

CUTE ASS PUFF HAIRSTYLE WITH THE BABY HAIRS AAHHHHH

Love the printed Jean jacket and skirt and ooooo those boots are HEAT gimmie.

The sorta satchel backpack with that latch is a nice change

Kendall River- 😭

I’m adding him because TELL ME WHY HE DOWNGRADED BETWEEN JUNIOR HIGH AND HIGH SCHOOL.

SEVENTH GRADE HIM LOOKS LIKE THE MOST POPLAR VAUGELY CUTE BOY IN YOUR CLASS THAT LIKE EIGHT GIRLS LIKE ALL AT THE SAME TIME. HE IS THE MESSIEST BOY HERE.

Karma Nichols!

I like this more than the base doll actually- I like the high waisted shorts set in green and white and the jacket and the shoes. She looks sporty and I like that she’s holding her backpack more like a purse.

Sella Monroe!

Girl you needa learn some CONTRAST. But I do like sequin dress, her crown and her t-strap heels they’re cute. Also like her satchel/pure/backpack

Bella Parker

She has no waist but I actually like it for the juvenile look. I like her little bow tie, the black buttons, the straight on bow and high pony, love that she keeps her socks and heels between these two, cute detail. Her bag is also adorable and giving the same realness as Violet.