#time in the middle is supposed to be spiderman holding his head

[stx-ss]

I know it's a popular idea to think they joined one by one, but when I first read the comic it started with the whole group so this was how I initially pictured the group meeting

Just,,, all at once in chaos

*edit: Alsooo just to be clear that Time is not just on top of a sad blob in the middle, here is my shitty template I made (feel free to use):

[deadtired-highkeyenergetic]

Second Chances

The Bucky brainrot is real, and so is my journey to main him in Marvel Rivals.

Summary: Fate decides to surprise you with a second chance by throwing you into the same team as a Bucky from a different universe (reader has fire powers)

Things never surprised you anymore, not after so many years of being a superhero but a golden portal opening in the middle of your house with a Doctor Strange stepping through it that looked like yours but not really still kind of surprised you. It was supposed to be a day off, a normal relaxed day so of course someone has to step in and ruin it.

"Evren, we need your help to save the multiverse."

"What?" You stare at the Doctor Strange who stands in your living room with a hand outstretched towards you.

"The multiverse is in danger, and the only way to save it is to defeat two Doctor Dooms. I am requesting for your help in that." He glances over his shoulder into the portal, eyebrows furrowing. "I don't have much time. Either come with me or watch your universe shatter."

"Well, then I don't have much choice, do I?" You walk towards the portal, laying a hand on the Doctor's shoulder. "I can't sit back and let my universe die."

"Good. We need all the firepower we can get." With that, he enters the portal, floating towards the battle that's raging on below in a city that looks familiar yet unfamiliar to you.

"Heh. Firepower." You take a step forward and feel yourself fall through the air, the wind whipping at your face. The air smelled different from the Shibuya you were used to and its decorations were different, definitely more futuristic, had a whole lot less manga and anime billboards. Instead, Spiderman icons were scattered throughout, or at least some sort of spider icon that looked a whole lot less friendly than the one you were used to.

Blue flames flicker in your palm, spreading to cover your entire body as you land in a fiery explosion, sending those nearby flying backwards. You begin to feel the familiar heat of your powers coursing through your veins, bright red scales forming on your forearms, shins, neck, and you grin, bending the heat to your will. A row of flame daggers appear behind you as Strange throws up a shield, blocking a barrage of long green blades.

"Stay behind me!" He conjures up blades of his own, flinging them at the approaching figures and you target the same figures, wondering who the enemy is. It's rather hard to tell, since both sides clearly have superpowered people clad in colourful outfits but if Strange was the one recruiting you, his enemies were yours and you weren't one to back away from a fight.

"Evren?" A familiar voice asks. Whipping around, you see none other than Black Panther standing before you. His suit is more decorated than you remember but he still sounds the same, and has the same stance as the Black Panther you know.

"Your highness?" You stare incredulously. "What —"

"Move it!" Yet another familiar voice shouts, shoving you aside as a ball of ice whizzes past your ear courtesy of a dual coloured hair lady. "We need to fall back and regroup, follow me."

Brown hair falls into your line of sight, accompanied by familiar blue eyes and your heart skips a beat. You know that face anywhere, even if it's half covered by a mask.

Bucky?

Your mouth opens and closes, questions filling your head when he grabs you by the wrist tightly and drags you away, sprinting at top speed. Your legs struggle to keep up but you somehow manage to hold yourself together long enough to reach a building where Strange and a few others await, dodging more ice projectiles that are now accompanied by Wakandan spears. Whirling around, you throw up a wall of blue fire and push it towards the direction of the attacks, sending the Wakandan king a silent apology before ducking into the house, panting.

"So much for a relaxing day," you gasp, quelling the flames within. The scales disappear into red mist and you feel your body cool down, though sweat still clumps your hair. Pushing the few loose strands out of your face, you survey your surroundings. Faces both familiar and unfamiliar stare at you as Strange introduces you as the newest member of their team.

"This is Evren. The portal lead me to them, destiny must have chosen them to aid us in this battle." He explains, gesturing towards you. You recognise the likes of Thor and Bucky but the other two faces are a mystery.

"Evren, heroes and villains from across time and space have gathered to fight for various reasons over control of the Timestream Entanglement, which is the space we're in right now. I meant it when I said I needed your help to save your universe. If the Entanglement gets out of hand, realities will collapse upon themselves and universes will die."

"Very cool, and not cool. Explains all the familiar faces but also raises so many questions." You look at Bucky, who stares back at you with an unreadable expression. "And a few personal problems."

"I understand. Take what time you need to orient yourself but we will strike again tomorrow, and I need you to be at your best." The Sorcerer Supreme frowns. "Choose any room to rest in, I will see you at dawn."

With that, he leaves and so do most of the team, although the alien in green with two antennas sticking out of her head does give you a smile and wave which you return tiredly. The only one left is none other than Bucky, and you're both relieved as well as filled with dread by that.

"I'm…assuming you know who I am. Or at least whatever version of me exists in your universe." You inhale deeply, trying to calm your nerves. Sparks of blue fire flicker on your fingertips and you force yourself to extinguish them, clenching your fist tightly.

He continues silently staring at you, gaze flicking up and down before going to a nearby bench to sit. You follow suit, taking in all the ways he's different from your Bucky. First off, his clothes are different, you've never seen your Bucky in…well…that outfit before but you have to admit it looks good on him. Then he has a metal arm that looks the same yet different but it's on the same side. Of course you can't forget that this Bucky wears a mask, and that your Bucky long stopped wearing one because it reminded him too much of his Winter Soldier days.

"Evren. Y/N." He finally starts speaking and you feel your chest tighten. Why does he have to sound the same as your Bucky? The one you'll never be able to see again, the one you failed, the one you won't ever be able to touch, see, or hear again.

"Yeah, that's me." You force out a chuckle, a smile plastered to your face. His gaze softens and his flesh hand reaches upwards to remove the mask. It's then that you realise he has a scar over his left eye, something your Bucky never had and your hand unconciously moves towards it. He flinches, pulling back and you quickly stop yourself, muttering an apology.

He shakes his head, setting the mask down next to him and looks you in the eye. "I'm not the Bucky you know."

"The scar is a pretty obvious sign," you laugh nervously, fiddling with your costume.

"I mean it." He frowns, and his eyebrows knit together the same way your Bucky's did. His lips even curve to the same degree and you can't help but tear up. "I'm the Winter Soldier more than I am Bucky, especially after everything Hydra's done to me."

"R-right." Your throat is clogging up and the tears aren't helping. Fingernails dig into your palm as you try to suppress your emotions — showing weakness to someone within moments of meeting them is not a good impression to make. You swallow hard, blinking away the tears and sniff, looking away. "Sorry, all this is still taking some time to get used to."

"It — it's alright. Take however long you need, doll." The words just slip out, he can't help it. His heart threatens to shatter as memories of his time with his version of you flood his mind. The gentle touches, the heated kisses, the soft whispers that turn to sticky blood, the smell of smoke and ashes, the saltiness of his tears, the —

He pulls his mind out of the darkness with a shake of his head, gripping his metal arm with his flesh hand. This isn't the you he knows, this isn't the you he failed to protect, this isn't the you he broke his promise to. Still, when he looks at you he sees his doll, his beloved, his little dragon and he can't unsee it.

"What…is your Bucky like?" He asks softly, flesh hand inching closer to yours.

"The." You begin. "The Bucky in my universe —"

Tears flow freely no matter how hard you try to hold them in, clogging up your throat but you press on anyways. You owe it to his memory, to at least be able to recall them fondly, cherish the times you had together and press forward.

"He was someone who never let the cruelty of the world stop him from being the kindest person ever. He was broken, burdened by his past but he never gave up. He always pushed forward, strove to become better and that motivated me to be better myself. He always cherished me, looked at me as though I was the only one in the world, loved me with everything he had. Sure he had his dark moments but he always rose above them." You bite your lip hard, drawing blood. "Others always saw him as the Winter Soldier but I always just saw him as James Buchanan Barnes, Bucky, my entire world."

"You were my entire world too." The words fall from his lips as a whisper but you catch them all. "But I couldn't save you."

"I couldn't save you too." You give his hand a squeeze. "Seems like we're both terrible at protecting those closest to us."

He lets out a sad chuckle, lips quirking upwards ever so slightly. "So it seems."

The both of you sit in silence for a while, staring at the floor but it's a comfortable silence, something you haven't felt in a while ever since your Bucky died. It feels nice, even if it's with a different Bucky and you can't help but smile. He shifts a little closer, your shoulders brushing against each other and you stay like that. His thumb glides over the back of your palm, drawing little circles on your skin and you look up, huffing in amusement at how his lips curved into a genuine smile, the corners of his eyes creasing.

"I miss this," you murmur. "I've almost forgotten how it feels."

He hums in agreement, savouring the physical contact, your unnatural warmth a stark contrast to the coldness of his metal arm.

"What was the Y/N in your universe like?" You ask, curious. His gaze clouds with sorrow and you nearly take back your words but he begins talking.

"They were beautiful, handsome, strong, smart and everything in between. They could be reckless, hot-tempered, eager to fight but always fiercely protected others, even if it could cost them their life. They blazed so brightly it lit up everyone around them and yet burned so warmly it drove the chill away every time. They were an idiot, but they were my idiot and I wouldn't have traded them for anything." He lets out a huff, smiling as fond memories flit across his mind. "I wish I had more time with them."

"I feel the same way," you sigh wistfully, playing with the ring that sits on your finger. "But there's no going back to change the past. The only thing we can do is move forward and honour their memory, no matter how hard it is."

You stand up, exhaling deeply and turn around to face him, extending a hand. Your resolve hardens, forged by the fire that's been reignited inside you. "The way I'm going to do that is by fighting to save my universe with everything I have. The flames I was given will blaze through my enemies and I will protect my home no matter what. That is how I will honour my Bucky's memory. How will you honour your Y/N's memory?"

He looks up at you, lips parting in surprise then smiles, grasping your hand and standing up. "I suppose I'll just have to match their fire, won't I?"

You grin, lifting up a fist. "Looking forward to working with you once more, handsome."

He bumps your fist, ice blue eyes gazing fondly at you. "Right back at you, doll."

Blue flames burst forth as you smirk, curling around your forearm. "Don't you dare fall behind tomorrow or I just might have to carry on ahead by myself."

He laughs, the first one you've heard since coming to this Shibuya and it makes your chest grow warm. You can't help but smile at him as he lightly punches your shoulder with his metal fist, just like how your Bucky always did whenever he accepted any of your challenges.

"You're the one who needs to ensure they don't fall behind tomorrow. Don't forget, I'm stronger than your Bucky." He smirks, nudging you with his elbow. "Do try to keep up."

You laugh, nudging him back. "You're on."

Tomorrow is going to be fun, far more than you ever expected. Maybe having your relaxation day interrupted isn't so bad if it means being able to live in a dream for a little longer. The flames within you roar in agreement, eager to rise up to the challenge and you touch the ring on your finger.

Hey handsome. I'm sorry for losing sight of the person you saw in me. Your death hit me really hard, harder than I expected and I was lost. I didn't know what to do without you by my side, I only knew I was being swallowed by an endless abyss and a part of me had disappeared forever. But fate gave me a second chance in the form of whatever this is. I got to meet an alternate version of you who had lost their version of me. His metal arm is different, stronger even, no offense to yours, but in exchange Hydra had broken him more than you. Still, there's the same kindness and strength in him that I saw in you, so I know he will pull through it all just like you did. Don't miss me too much, we'll see each other again in due time and when we do, I'll have so many stories to share with you. Love you James.

[7ndipity]

What Types of Kisses They Give

Ot7 x Reader

Summary: The title’s pretty self explanatory.

Warnings: Lil suggestive, not proofread

A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this! This is probably the fastest I’ve written one of these in a while, but after running this blog for over a year, we definitely have some thoughts on this so it wasn't difficult, lol!

Masterlist

Requests are open

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Jin: Jin might not be the highest on the list for kisses(he’s more of a cuddler, imo), but when he gives them, he goes all in, deep and intense, pulling you in by your waist or cupping your face so you feel as close as possible. Always ends longer kisses with a couple tiny pecks as a final seal of affection. Big fan of pouty, spiderman kisses whenever he catches you walking by as he’s sitting on the sofa or whatever and just tilts his head back and waits for you to notice.

Yoongi: Kisses with Yoongi are slow and grounding. Even when he’s at his neediest and all his other actions are more frantic and shaky, his lips never lose their rhythm. He definitely gets a bit messy and sloppy at times(He’s mentioned the tongue technology too many times for it to be complete bs), but it’s always a slow and easy pace, bordering on teasing, bc he doesn’t want to overwhelm you through kisses(he prefers to do that in other ways����).

Hobi: Hobi gives the best kisses, imo. He always pays super close attention to your reactions and tries to match your mood. Can go from sweet and soft to steamy and rough in a split second. His favorites tho are when it just starts to get spicy, bc he can feel you both losing yourselves in the moment and letting go. Those are the moments he feels most connected to you. I feel like he loves giving little pecks throughout the day every chance he gets tho.

Namjoon: Again, he might not technically be the biggest fan of physical affection, but when it comes to kisses, oof! It’s almost always super intense and passionate, clinging hands and heavy breathing. He’s not into one quick peck and then on with your day, nonono. He needs at least three or four good kisses before he can even think of doing anything else.(ironically, he then tends to forget that he's supposed to be doing anything else. oops)

Jimin: His kisses are just like him, 60% playful 40% intense, often ping-ponging between both in the same session. They’re full of teasing nips and roaming, ticklish hands. One of his favorite things is when you laugh into a kiss (it just feels like the purest form of joy). Gives the softest, sleepy kisses where his lips just barely press against yours, but he has to have them before he sleeps. Loves covering any part of you that he can reach with kisses.

Taehyung: This boy kisses like he needs them for oxygen, insistent and lingering. He will find any excuse to kiss you, pulling you close and holding your face so gently while stealing your breath and nearly bruising your lips with his intensity. Tends to rest his forehead against yours afterwards, wanting to stay as close to you as possible. Loves when you randomly kiss him, even if he’s in the middle of telling a story, he just gets the biggest, boxy smile.

Jungkook: Kisses with Jk usually start out as slow and sweet but quickly escalate into messy makeouts full of roaming hands and bitten lips. Loves when you pullplay with his hair. Whereas Yoongi doesn’t want to overwhelm you with his kisses, Kook loves teasing and overwhelming you in every way possible. Would happily spend hours doing little more than kissing you, only stopping to randomly ask “Is that a new lip balm?”

[lesbojournals]

Who Are You? (Mafia!Stucky x Spiderman!Reader)

a/n: had to repost because it uploaded weird the first time (sigh)

based off of this prompt

"Who did this to you." Steve's voice was cold as ice as he held your shoulders tightly.

You shook your head negatively. You knew who did it. You couldn't bring yourself to say it. Bucky had already broken a glass in his fist upon your arrival, bruised and bloody and frankly a mess.

You couldn't say it. You wouldn't say it.

-

Earlier That Day

It was a typical mission for you. Maybe, you pondered, maybe even a little more relaxed than the typical mission.

The goal?

Stop illegal weapon trading-specifically a trade happening between famous mob bosses Captain America, Winter Soldier and ex-workers of Tony Stark.

Typically a mission like this would have you in a frenzy, because fighting famous mob bosses? You might have unnatural superpowers on your side but they had much more hand to hand combat on their side. Stark had informed you, however, that the infamous bosses wouldn't be present, and it was only someone of much lower status on the mob chain that would be completing the task for them.

Easy enough. You had thought.

But as it turns out, Stark's sources were wrong, and it was the very well known and famously wanted assassin Black Widow that had stood in your way.

You thought your spidey powers would come in handy, after all, you couldn't back out now. You thought wrong.

They helped to a certain degree, after all you scared off the ex-workers and were able to ensure that the mob wouldn't get a hold of dangerous super weapons. What you didn't do was watch your back as the Black Widow hit you upside the head with the bottom of her gun.

This lead you to where you are now. Tied up, in the middle of a dimly lit room with no windows, with no way of communication with the outside world.

"Shit, shit, shit." You whispered, at least thankful your mask was still on.

You tugged at the restraints holding you. You could get out of them, you were sure, but what were you supposed to do once you got out of them? You had no idea what was behind the door in front of you.

You couldn't ponder the decision further, as the door opened.

Your hands shook at the sight of the two men in front of you.

It was your boyfriends, your boyfriends. Your boyfriends who didn't know you were Spiderman, your boyfriends that you thought owned and worked at a boxing club.

You were fucked.

That was when you snapped out of your bondages and went to run.

Steve caught you before you could make it, immediately throwing you to the ground.

Bucky laughed, and Steve had a small smile as he looked at him. "You thought you could get away that easy, huh?"

You didn't respond, crawling back to get back up on your feet.

Both men advanced on you, and you scrambled on what to do.

"Feeling quiet?" Steve questioned, and you couldn't believe your boyfriends were threatening you so harshly.

Bucky smirked. "That'll change."

And he swung for your face, knocking a punch right at your upper cheek bone. He swung again with his metal hand, and you were sure that he had broken your nose.

You tried to stifle the tears, not wanting to injure them.

"Come on, little spider, tell us how you knew about our exchange." Steve threatened, and knocked you down to the ground with one swift kick.

You shook your head negatively, attempting to get up again before Bucky delivered a hard kick to your ribs.

"Should we see, who's the friendly neighborhood spiderman?" Steve taunted, and Bucky nodded with a hum, reaching for your mask.

Alarms went off in your head, and you could feel hot tears running down your face. You immediately sprung up, deciding to whack both of your boyfriends in the face with your webbing with a quick thwip.

This caused both of them to stumble back, cursing loudly as they scratched at their faces.

You took the opportunity to sprint out of the room, following only your intuition to get out of the building. You could hear loud footsteps approaching and decided to slam your body through the nearest window and jump out, shooting your web to swing off of whatever building was in front of you.

You heard gunshots and through the sheer luck of your aim in your swing you avoided them. You continued to swing down the block, crying hysterically as you approached a roof you could calm down on.

When you steadied yourself on the roof you checked your surroundings and immediately ripped off your mask, throwing up as you continued your hysterics.

Everything hurt, including your heart. You felt claustrophobic and couldn't stop the tears running down your face. You pulled your mask back on and kept moving, deciding to head to the top of your favorite spot to retrieve your things.

You changed out of your suit as fast as you could, pulling your hood up to help conceal your bruised face from strangers.

You decided against taking the subway to your shared apartment with the boys, opting instead to walk the long way home. You ignored the multiple calls coming from your cellphone, undoubtedly from Steve or Bucky. You sniffled as you walked, trying your best not to cry uncontrollably again.

When you got to your apartment building, you could see the shadows of Steve and Bucky, moving around frantically. You guessed they were arguing, probably about you not answering your phone.

You let yourself in the building, begrudgingly taking the elevator up to your floor. When you got to the floor, you sighed shakily. You walked up to your door, hearing the boys yelling at each other. As you unlocked it the yelling came to a complete halt, and you slowly opened the door.

"Where have you-baby?!" Steve interrupted himself, immediately taking on your figure.

You inched out of the doorframe. Steve rushed to be in front of you, but you refused to make eye contact.

"Who did this to you." Steve's voice was cold as ice as he held your shoulders tightly.

You shook your head negatively. You knew who did it. You couldn't bring yourself to say it. Bucky had already broken a glass in his fist upon your arrival, bruised and bloody and frankly a mess.

You couldn't say it. You wouldn't say it.

How could you tell them it was them that did it?

You did nothing but break down into tears, falling into Steve's arms as you crumbled on the floor.

"Sweetheart..." he shushed. "What happened?"

You shook your head negatively. Bucky came over to you as well, rubbing your back.

"Who did this to you honey?" Bucky tried to be gentle, but he had the slightest tinge of threat in his voice, one you were now all too familiar with.

"I, I, I..." You couldn't catch your breath, Steve soon taking the chance to demonstrate with Bucky deep breathing to help you ground yourself.

"Can we...can we just go to bed?" You insisted, watery eyes staring up at both of your boyfriends.

They had a silent conversation with facial expressions, and you could tell Bucky wanted to figure out what happened now, while Steve was more lenient on letting you get rest.

Steve helped you up, guiding you to the bedroom. Bucky followed, and you let them change you into pajamas as tears continued to stream down your face. They gently pushed you towards the bed and you got in, sniffling as they coddled you. Bucky gave you a concerned look as he laid in front of you.

"We'll talk about this in the morning, yea? For now just get some rest." Steve spoke, and he wrapped his arms around you from behind.

You felt hot tears trickle down your face.

"Okay."

[m0chisenpai]

Hi I saw this tiktok

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGJQPcU84/

And I immediately thought of prowler! Miles x fem reader

If your taking requests I would be really grateful if you considered this ❤️

-🕸️

Spiderman Across the Spiderverse

42!Miles Morales x black!fem!!reader

YO so I have been wondering how would the earth 42 version of the spidergirl!reader I have already and I feel like this just confirmed she needs to be THAT girl

You were his type. You could hold your own down Miles knew that much when he witnessed you beating the brakes off a girl down the street for coming at one of your friends. The way you casually laid the girl out and fixed your hair, took your bag from your friends and continued on your way. Boy was SPRUNG and his friends clown him bout it for DAYS

Guys came and went in your life. They never lingered and you liked it that way. You never let them set you up. You were always five steps ahead. Were quick to cut them off before things got messy, and you grew bored easily.

This however, caught Miles completely off guard when he flashed you that lazy smile and cooed at you in the middle of calculus asking if you could tutor him after school to which you replied “do I look like I know what I’m doing?” And turned your pretty ass back around

The guys who COULD survive you and live to tell the tale all mentioned one similar thing in common: your temper and your stubborn behavior and Miles could attest to both when before school he watched as you sat on the curb refusing to get in homeboys car because of a text message that you saw on his phone that lie cracked and chipped just a few feet from you

You played the game easily with boys. They played checkers while you were playing chess but sometimes you wondered if there was anyone out there, even as much as you enjoyed plucking boy hearts like Valentine’s Day candy hearts, something soft and sweet deep down in that heart of yours yearned to be loved

When Miles asked you what was up with you during fifth block calc you said the ceiling and told him to kindly fuck off once again. Next class he continued to speak with you like that conversation never happened. The cycle continued for a good two weeks, Miles attempting that pretty boy charm and you brushing him away like he was a fly on the wall

He liked a little challenge, a little bark AND bite and not because he wanted to conquer you oh no, he loved your fire and he wanted to stoke your fire in you. He wanted to pour the gasoline a top of it and watch you burn bright and beautiful

Miles stood outside of your locker that you opened up and he caught when you intended for it to crack him in his nose. "Morales, I'm not one of your bitches. If you think you can play me like one, respectfully fuck off."

And he raised a brow and tilted his head, "you not a bitch that's for sure. And I never said you was one. I know you smart, I know how you play and get down. So like I’m gon ask you again, what is up with you Y/N?"

Silence. but the corner of your brown lined lips turns up slightly and you suppose you'll entertain Morales.

You and Miles were THAT couple, one second ya’ll were friends and the next thing he’s checking on you between classes, waiting outside of school to walk you home, and chopping it with your homegirls who gush and rave about he wasn’t like the last bum you were talking to

No one can pinpoint when it happened, one second you were apart next thing you were Morales’ girl and he was L/N’s man

Miles never liked getting caught up with females, it never ended good and his ‘part time job’ always got in the way of relationships but things with you were different

You didn’t press Miles on why he wasn’t responding late at night, never chided him for handling his business, and you damn sure didn’t care when he talked to other females. Miles wonders why the world hid such a rare Godsend from him because you gave him little to NO headaches when it came to petty matters he dealt with

When he introduces you to Mama Rio she falls in love with you and Miles nearly cackles at how soft his mom makes you, she grills you on her son and tells you that if her boy messes up or does anything wrong to let her know IMMEDIATELY and you and his uncle are on good terms and he tells you the same thing his sister in law said

Just as much as Miles spoils you, you return the favor

He cashapps you for a fresh set? You send your baby something back to get a fresh line up and touch his braids up. You’ve got dozens of his barber pics and videos saved and he’s got your fresh sets and hair saved in his phone as well

Ya’ll got matching kicks I don’t care if it’s corny ya’ll do and you kindly told the bitch drooling over your man at the store the shoes while she was checking ya’ll out it was gonna take more than fluttering them patchy little minks at your man to get his attention

It takes some time till you expose a softer bit of you, a more gentle part. You lost your father, and thats why it pains you to see Mr.Morales whenever he is by, but Miles’ father sees a daughter in you and is so sweet on you it melts your heart

As much as he loved how you can hold yours down, it takes time and patience to chip past that hyper independence you’ve built. Your walls were built on hurt and pain and Miles knew not to force his way in, but you could be so stubborn headed. The first night the two of you really went at it was after you’d gone over Miles’ apartment and attempted to call an Uber back home at 2am.

“I know you fucking lying” Miles’ voice broke the silence from falling asleep during a Netflix marathon. As soon as he felt you lift your head from his chest his eyes snapped open “a dónde vas mami?” Any other night that raspy post sleep tone would have you weak in the knees and right back in his arms, but not tonight.

“Miles I don’t got no bag to spend the night and I need my stuff” Miles rolls his eyes and reaches to grab your hand to stop you from putting your slides back on.

“Y/N be for real its two in the damn morning you not going home.” You know instantly he’s not playing, you were rarely called by your first name.

“Miles I’m not staying here, I don’t got my tooth brush, face wipes, nothing now let me go” you snatch your hand and now Miles is sitting up completely.

“Who you talking to like that?”

“You and what?” You raise both brows at him. But his face stays neutral. He sucks on his teeth then he’s looking up at you, but its in a way that makes you freeze from hitting request ride.

“I’m not letting my girl go home this late, before you started running your mouth I was bout to tell you, you left your bag here with your stuff and I got you a skill scarf already. You done with the attitude now? I’m tired and need you in my arms sleep so I can sleep.”

Miles can rarely recall what shock looks like on your face. But he fights the urge to yank his phone of the charger so he can capture the way you sit your phone next to his and pull your hoodie off to leave yourself in your tank.

“You ain’t have to get all domestic” you grumble as you sit on the bed and pull your slides and socks off.

“I know baby, my bad. M’ just tired” he mumbles and you feel his hand slide up your back and trail your spine down. You can’t help but take in how tired he does look, how tonight was his one of many rare nights off from work. And so you lean forward and press a kiss to his lips, slow and steady.

“I’m gonna shower real quick love” you whisper against his lips when he finally releases you. And you watch as his eyes slowly droop shut and his arm slides off of you. His breathing slows back down and once he’s asleep you’re walking toward toward the closet picking the duffle up reaching deep inside till you feel the silk of your clothes. Black and red and large white eyes glare at you, reminding you that you have work tonight.

Yiu want to feel bad for putting MIles to sleep, but his peaceful snores are more than enough to take the twang off as you slide the mask over your face ready to set off where you originally meant.

“Black Widow, what’s taking you so long?”

“Sorry sir, ready for tonight’s target.”

And who were you to leave the streets to what men? You don’t think so.

[jxckchxmpi0n]

Jack champion x fem reader and he plays spiderman and reader is mj?

I'm going to make this into some headcanons

hope you enjoy <3

Being Ethan's mj headcanons

did not proofread |m.list

update : I just now realized that after posting this what you were asking I will 10000% rewrite this as its supposed to be!! I'm so sorry I hope this is okay for the time being! idk why it took so long for my brain to realize what you were actually asking for :(((((

Happy New Year babes!!!! I hope you all had a great new year's and were safe! I'm so excited for this new year and to grow my account. I am going back to school next week, so the requests are going to come out slowly, but I am writing them. I will try to post once or twice a week but I no promises <;3 I love you all so much and thank you so much for your support it really means so much to me.

You didn't know who Ethan was before your junior year in high school. both of you got paired up for a science project and ended up hitting it off and became close friends.

Chad would try to get Ethan to ask you out, he would be sad for weeks after you both finished the project, unable to see each other after classes had changed.

After a fight with some jock, you saw him hanging outside trying to clean up the cuts on his face, you would end up helping him and get to talking.

"Listen Ethan I actually wanted to ask you if you wanted to go out sometime." he would just stare at you in disbelieve, he'd be smiling so much the cut on his cheekbone started to bleed again.

From there on it was official you were in a relationship with him, he would always meet you up after school take the long way home just so he could be with you longer.

After a few months there was a change in how he was acting, you also noticed something different about him but couldn't put your hand on it.

This weekend it was longer due to some holiday and you, and Ethan had planned to spend the entire weekend together watching Star Wars and building Legos, but Ethan's mind had been so wrapped up in his new actives that he forgot.

Crawling through his window he heard his aunt talking, but he also heard another voice, and it was yours. His heart beating faster, just hearing your voice has that effect on him.

But thinking about your voice distracted him from realizing you were walking to his room, once he saw the door handle move panic set in.

Quickly he fell from the ceiling and grabbed a blanket but tripped himself in the process. "Ethan? when did you get home?" and before you both knew it you were holding the blanket while he shot up holding a hand to your month to stop you from yelling.

"Please, don't say anything! My aunt doesn't know yet you can't tell anyone!" his voice was harsh yet soft and scared. He was scared with how you were going to act.

"You're fucking spiderman! Holy shit! Holy Shit" you dropped the blanket and jumped into his arms. he stood there for a second confused, he eventually gave in wrapping his arms around you. feeling the warmth of your body against his. He felt safe with you.

"You have to tell me everything! and oh my god I have so many questions! but also you idiot!" you slapped him aside the head laughing but also giggling at the fact that your boyfriend is spiderman.

From there on you would help him fix his suit if he ever needed it or cover for him if a lie came back to haunt him.

Some nights he'd come to your window sharing all the details about some sandwich robbery he stopped.

There would be times where it's hard to be with Ethan, you sometimes thought he loved being spiderman than being with you. His actions spoke more than words could at times.

Bailing on date nights, sometimes right in the middle of your date. You love him and love seeing how much joy he gets out of helping others, but it also takes a toll on your relationship.

After an argument about how you felt he bailed out on you not wanting to say something he'd regret.

Things just got harder from there, you both agreed that you'd be better off apart, but you both lied to yourself.

Ethan thought it was better only to keep you safe from the criminals, and you thought it was all stupid. Knowing spiderman is who he is but he's also Ethan Landry the love of your life.

Soon things would take a turn for the worst as one of his enemies found out your importance to spiderman. Kidnapping you and using you as a pawn to trap him.

Ethan's heart would break seeing you in so much pain, even after trying to leave you to keep you save it did nothing. there you sat in front of him after he fought the villain. He didn't know what to do.

Both of you scrapped and bloodily up all you want to do is be in his arms. And just like before he stood shocked for a moment feeling your body against his.

It felt so right, wrapping his arms around your body he held you tight, tighter than he ever has. "I'm so sorry y/n please I'm so sorry i love you" he tucked his head into your neck, the faint smell of your perfume filled his nose.

"Don't ever leave me ever again! I'm being serious" you hugged him as tight as he did to you. "And I love you too."

[lottiesboy]

boy mom skyler white headcanons :p

note: let me cook for a sec,,, i love skyler white and brba sm and she’s actually my mom so… theres literally no agere content for skyler or content for skyler in general so i had to made a second batch of headcanons. this will be 100% self indulgent and tailored to my boyre :] i poured my little heart out into these headcanons for no one but myself and it was so worth it eeee :3

ᯓ she has to look at you real carefully to make sure you don’t have anything that’s not supposed to be in your mouth. “do you have something in your mouth? or is mommy gonna have to check?” and you just look and her like this :c

ᯓ she’s seen all three cars movies more than 100 times and cars on the road/mater’s tall tales as well. she knows all of the characters names and which ones are your favorite. she'll catch herself humming the cars on the road theme song while she's doing things around the house :3

ᯓ has accidentally stepped on many of your hot wheels that you leave in the middle of the living room carpet. you always forget until you hear your mama go “ow! dammit!” she doesn’t get mad at you, she knows you wouldn’t do it on purpose.

ᯓ gets you onesies that say “mommy’s little man” and “mama’s little monster” she loves dressing you in onesies and snapping the buttons

ᯓ actually takes bottle feeding very seriously. she bought a bottle warmer and has 10 different bottles to feed you with. she loves it so much it’s her favorite thing to do with you :3

ᯓ telling you not to play too hard out in the backyard,,, then you do and you come crying to her with a scrapped knee. after cleaning and patching you up with a batman bandaid, she’ll kiss your boo boo and wipe your tears while she bounces you in her lap.

ᯓ when she’s putting you down for nap time, she always holds you on her lap in the rocking chair until you fall asleep, patting your back. if you fuss and cry for her, she’ll come back and pick you up. “shhh, what’s wrong, huh, bubba? did my little boy need his mama?”

ᯓ baby talk ughhhh. whenever she does it, you get shy and hide in your blankie or her shoulder, but she still does it regardless. “are you mommy’s baby boy? mommy’s cute little boy, yes you are. yes you are!” you’re a blushy and embarrassed little ball by the end of it.

ᯓ playing action figures with you regardless when the only superheroes she knows of the top of her head is superman, batman, spiderman and captain america.

ᯓ when she goes grocery shopping without you, she’ll buy you a couple of hot wheel since they’re only a dollar and some cents. skyler loves spoiling you when she can :}

[jacksonseymour13]

I feel like if we weren't gonna start with it, we at the very least could have gotten Deku being a quirkless hero. Now hold on let me explain before you write this off as stupid.

I believe during maybe season 3/4 when MHA was actually still good and not in a rushed state, I think we get Deku losing his powers and has a mental crisis on how he'll be a hero again. Some of his friends and especially Ochako motivates him and tells him he can still be a hero but he just doesn't see it.

It's been drilled in his mind society that you need a quirk, you need some special ability or capability to really thrive in this world. A mere regular human could never do the great things they sought out, they'll just be killed before they know it. Deku at some point in his depression of losing his OFA(not sure how but I'll come back to that pinky swear) and once again giving up his goal, his dream to be a hero.

Deku probably gets put in a zero avoidance situation and steps up voluntarily to save whomever from the conflict and fights some badass villain criminal with a hand sword quirk. He realizes he has no chance fighting him head on without a quirk, his internal conflict rising back up to drag him back down so he runs but not giving up on helping the poor people in danger. No hero could make in time to save them

He HAD to step in because he used to be a hero, he had the necessary experience and knowledge on how to stop situations like this. He's...done that before without using OFA. That's it! Newly found confidence stored in him he stops hiding and faces the villain head on(err kinda🤏) using his wits and surroundings.

It's a good thing the villain has the average speed of a regular human. Were the same be believed for a second, slow your role sport. Deku led the villain near a alley with a nearby dumpster and trashcan. He quickly snagged the lid while the villain was in the middle of his Syndrome like monologue. Deku doesn't care to hear it, his only goal in this very moment is to stop this criminal abusing a gift for his own gain. Deku once had a gift and selfishly abused it till he lost it.

He's prepared and smacks the villain head first with the lid by leaping considerably high dazzling the villain before they recover and penetrate through the lid. Deku wisely let's go before it punctured his aorta killing him, the villain is distracted trying to get the lid off. The lack of fingers making it difficult in the moment, he probably can withdraw them with ease but the moment of conflict persist them to stay shown. Deku takes advantage and grips the criminal's waist and then grabs arm lifting him over his head and slams him into the open dumpster ribs first against the edge.

Deku did it. He beat the notsopowerfulbutstrongenoughforquirklessdekutobeathimforplotandconfidencereasons villain!

That was my hypothesis how I would jumpstart a quirkless hero!Deku because the whole point of MHA's supposed message is anybody can be a hero...but you need a quirk. We were robbed of Deku rejecting that rule and still pursuing his goal. Why give up the goal if you don't have the 1 thing you need to be it? I don't give a shit if it's realistic or not. You can make excuses and sad justifications like:

Absent father

Overprotective mother(she gets too much blame for that)

Over-dependence with heroes

Obsession with All Might

Society's stigma with heroes, quirks and etc. If you quirkless BEAT IT garbage.

Batman copycat(because Spiderman copycat is better. I love this fandom's hypocrisy)

He had no confidence

He was just a kid give him a break

All are not enough to justify Deku giving up his dream. I'm not saying NEVER give him a quirk but Jesus christ, I noticed the over-dependence of needing a quirk for this and that as a problem all the way back in season 1. I'm not convinced by Deku as this great protagonist that I can be inspired by. Frankly he just insults my confidence and tells me "You can be whatever you want...long as you have the credentials and skills" gee thanks.

Overall to wrap up my rabble, if we weren't gonna start the series with Deku understanding he doesn't need a quirk through himself and not forced by the plot. We deserved it half way in the series for him to have this realization he can still do good things for society and help. He has the capabilities just refused to put the work in. He only did the beach shit because he knew there was a reward at the end of it. He never trained, never went to the gym. He could have been a perfect Rock Lee of My Hero Academia, he's a insult to that character with raw hard work, talent and passion for his dreams. Deku is a sad quitter that cried when he found out he was never getting a quirk and became a hero through sheer plot convenience. I'm so sick and tired of people refusing to admit that Deku's "journey" is a terrible one and the weakest of any shounen.

Tl;dr Deku going quirkless for a bit wouldn't have killed anyone and been way better than the garbage v*gilante arc.

[lnfours]

hiii do u still take reqs? if so can u write one about intern!reader in stark industries and they bump to each other in the lab being like omg what r u doing here arent u in most of my classes in uni stuff like that and hes surprised that she got to fixed spiderman’s web shooters when he couldnt figure it out himself 😭 just sum cute getting closer and closer stuff :((((( tysmmm 🩷🩷

ANON THIS IS SO CUTE MY HEART IS BURSTING

inbox 💌

you wandered into the lab early that morning, wanting nothing more than just to get ahead on some new projects. what you didn’t expect was someone else sitting in the lab when you walked in. he almost spooked you, almost made you drop your cup of coffee.

“oh, sorry,” he chuckled, “didn’t mean to scare you. i didn’t know anyone else was coming in today.”

you shook your head, eyes moving towards what he was working on on the metal table in front of him, “it’s okay, i don’t mind sharing.”

he smiled softly, but your eyes scanned his familiar features. you pulled your eyebrows together, trying to rack your brain on where you’ve seen the boy before.

“you look familiar,” you said, “do i know you?”

he smiled, “i got to empire state, we have a few classes together.”

you pressed your palm against your forehead, feeling like an idiot, “that’s right! you’re peter, right?”

he nodded, “yeah. you’re y/n y/l/n, right?”

you smiled and nodded. the two of you started to work on your projects, low music playing in the background. the small talk continued about class.

however, you couldn’t help but notice what he was working on. it looked like he was struggling a little bit, cursing under his breath as he dropped the screw driver.

“i don’t have enough caffeine in me for this right now.” he joked and you sent him a small smile.

“need some help?” you wondered and he looked over at you with a soft smile.

“i mean, you’re busy-“

“no, it’s okay, i’m almost done,” you smiled, rolling your chair over to his table, “woah, what’s all this?”

“a new design i’ve been working on for web-shooters,” he said, “this design is supposed to have upgraded cartridges that can hold more web fluid, that way they’re not running out all of the time.”

you nodded, “i’ve seen tony work on something like this before. he said it was for spider-man, i think.”

he let out a shaky breath. should he tell you? no, you’re just a stranger to him.

“yeah, i help spider-man, uhm, design things.”

you nodded, impressed, “that’s cool.”

he nodded back, “yeah, very cool.”

you examined the web shooter, pointing out some of the things he should change to make it work. the two of you began working, he handed you some of the parts as you screwed them in.

after an hour of tinkering, you handed him the upgraded device with a smile, “give that a shot.”

he inserted the newly improved web cartridge. you watched as his fingers moved to press the button in the middle of his palm, the web shooting out and sticking to the wall nearby. you bit down on your bottom lip, shaking your head at the thoughts.

“wow,” he smiled, “that worked! it totally worked! you’re a genius.”

you smiled, “just here to help.”

he offered to help with your designs, some new arrows for clint and kate. the two of you made some more small talk.

“so, when did you start interning?” he asked.

“a couple weeks ago,” you said, twisting the arrowhead onto the shaft, “what about you? how’d you land that spider-man gig?”

he shrugged, “friend of a friend.”

you nodded, “that’s still pretty cool.”

he nodded, watching as you worked. he was in awe of you. he had been ever since you answered one of the hardest questions in class.

“how would you,” he started softly, his nerves getting the best of him as he cleared his throat, “would you like to, uhm, get coffee or something sometime?”

you smiled, “yeah, i’d really like that.”

the two of you looked up as the door to the lab closed, tony smiling as he walked inside.

“spider-boy, i see you’ve met the newest brainiac, y/n.”

your eyes widened a little as peter stiffened, you looked over at him.

“wait, you’re spider-man?”

great. thanks tony.

[silently-waiting-for-you]

Marvel

Trope: de-aged peter parker

a gift of time

Holy shit, mini-Peter was adorable. Tony seriously wanted to just cuddle the kid, maybe kiss his cheeks, definitely spoil him.

or

In which Peter gets de-aged for two weeks, and Tony gets to be a dad.

. . . . .

a little hiccup

While Peter was out patrolling as Spiderman, an incident occurs and something happens to him. Now he has to go to Tony for help, and their relationship will never be the same.

Shameless Irondad and Spiderson.

. . . .

age regression was impossible... right?

He didn't see anything at first, and had been getting ready to turn around and examine the area behind him when he saw it.

Tony had to do a double take when he saw it. Wait, not it, a child. There was a child sitting in the far end of the alleyway, his small frame visible in the shadows. He couldn't be more than two years old, the small body curled up on its side in Tony's direction.

Or, in which, Peter is de-aged and Tony bares the responsibility of looking after him.

. . . .

close to my heart, never to part

During patrol one night, Peter comes across something that leaves him and Ned dumbfounded. The next morning, Ned is dropping off a now two-year-old Peter at Tony’s. Not only does he have to figure out how to turn him back, but he must watch him. Tony wonders what he’s supposed to do with the now toddler-Peter for the next two weeks…until he slowly starts to wonder what he will do without this boy after the two weeks are over.

. . . . .

like a boat out on the ocean (i'm rocking you to sleep)

"Hey there, Roo." Tony whispered to the little child, slowly kneeling in front of him and giving him a small smile as he wiped away a few stray tears from rosy cheeks. "Whats'a matter, huh? You have a nightmare?"

Peter nodded, his chin wobbling and tears welling up in his doe eyes once again. He made little grabby hands towards Tony and the man instantly scooped him up, holding him gently to his chest with one arm and cradling the back of his head with the other.

Or

Peter is accidentally de-aged, and Tony and Morgan come to his rescue when he has a nightmare.

. . . . .

no take backs

Peter, Tony, and the Avengers fight a strange alien wizard with disastrous (and cute) consequences for Peter. Now Tony has to deal with a five-year-old Spider-Man, and the Rogues, who don’t think he’s capable of taking care of his favorite intern. Set a few weeks after the events of Spider-Man’s Pizza Delivery Service.

OR

Peter gets de-aged, and there is a lot of domestic fluff and crack that follows for him and Tony.

. . . . .

parent for a weekend

“Kid?” He approached the pile of clothes. What he saw, almost made his eyes bug out of his head. There was a small child, no older than two, in the middle of the pile of clothes, as if they were swimming in the clothes. When the child looked up at him, Tony gasped. He’d know those brown eyes anywhere.

“Mis’er S’ar?”

----

Or Peter somehow gets de-aged and it's up to Tony to fix it and also take care of him.

Iron Man Bingo #12- "Did you just call me dad?"

. . . . .

spider-baby (literally)

“Oh my God, oh my God!”

“Dammit Stark! You had one job!”

“Language! Peter! Peter, come down please.”

“Hold on guys, I have an idea,” Sam said and ran off.

Peter looked down at the adults talking over each other and let out delighted laugh at the sight. Tony was taken aback, looking offended. “Did the little crap just laughed at us?”

Or when Peter gets accidentally turned into a baby, chaos and fluff ensures.

. . . . .

spider-baby of mine

Tony never considered himself a father to anyone, but when Peter is hit with an alien weapon and de-aged, that's exactly what he needs to be.

[softtdaisy]

DANGEROUS DESIRE

DESCRIPTION I when someone starts following peter, you fear he might discover all your secrets 

PAIRING I tasm!Peter Parker x fem!reader

WORD COUNT I 3,2k

WARNINGS | mentions of guns and blood

A/N I i hope this story isn’t too messy, I tried to not tell too much (in case I decide to write a part 2) but I love this idea and I hope you will too 🥺

It all started a few weeks ago when Peter felt like someone was following him. Not only when he was Spiderman but also during his routine.

You tried to convince him it was all in his head, that he was just getting scared that someone might want to hurt him. But deep down, you knew something was wrong.

You met Peter the day he saved you. You’ve been taking hostage by a criminal that was scaring the whole town. Even if you knew it was bound to happen, it was still pretty scary to be on top of one of the highest buildings in New York and watched the whole city stressing over your situation. One faux pas, and you were on the ground, cover in the blood. Not really how you were supposed to spend your day.

And then he appeared. Just like you hoped he would. Wearing his blue and red suit, determined to end this chaos quickly. “Seriously? Kidnapping a girl and bring her here? It’s so overrated dude.” You loved his sarcastic tone, like this wasn’t a big deal. A few seconds after that, he shot a web on the criminal who almost stumble. Peter just got the time to grab you by his web before you fall to your death. Once he made sure you were ok, without saying a single word to you, he took care of the other guy. You almost didn’t watch when he pretended to hold him by his web and swinged him over the void.

But then he put him against a wall and wedged him with more webs than he needed. That was the moment Peter finally turned to you, still in the middle of the rooftop like a poor animal that got lost here. “You’re okay?” he asked you, removing some of his webs from your clothes.

“I just need to take a shower.” You laughed, and you swore you saw him smile behind his mask. “Ready for the slope?” he grabbed you by the waist and you wrapped your arms around his neck. Before you left, you saw the criminal winked at you. As an only answer, you put your face against Peter’s body. That wink haunted you for weeks.

It still haunted you these days.

You were scared to tell Peter the truth. You almost didn’t, hoping he wouldn’t ask too many questions about what you were doing in life. You were just going on dates. Simple dates.

Simple dates that turned to more serious one once love took its place in your relationship. And the day Peter noticed the bruises on your arms, you knew you didn’t have the heart to lie anymore.

“I’m working for a secret agency. I can’t tell you anything, Pete.” You knew he would want to know more. But you didn’t give him any information. You knew he would get mad. But you accepted it. You knew he would probably want to stop seeing you after weeks of lies and mystery. But you were ready to fight. You just had to let Peter pretended you were giving him enough space to think about wanting you back.

It took him only three days before knocking at your door. “What’s your lipstick?” was the first thing he asked when you opened the door at 2 a.m. You were going to sleep and were pretty confused at the question. Especially considering you were wearing no make-up. “I need to know, it’s too addictive. I feel like an addict that hasn’t touch his drug since the day I kissed you.” Peter didn’t wait for an answer. Fortunately, the one you were ready to give him was the one he chose to give you too. The way Peter kissed you was a promise, a kind of I will love you no matter what happened. No matter who you are.

You didn’t know if it was a form of punishment or a need of privacy, but since you weren’t talking about your professional life, Peter decided to not talk about Spiderman either. You hated that he felt like he needed to hide things from you because you were enabled to speak. Even if, in some way, it sounded logical.

After a few weeks, Peter finally started opening to you. “She was so small,” he cried in your arms after a mission that turned badly. You let him cry, you comforted him and thought about all the little girls you couldn’t save either in your job and who will lived in your heart forever. Those you couldn’t tell the names because it would blow your cover.

Sometimes, you thought about telling him the whole truth. When you woke up in the morning by his sides, after he went out for a mission in the night, and you didn’t hear him coming back. These times, he would always make sure you will feel him the first thing in the morning. So he would put his arm around you, sometimes he would have his nose buried in your hair -and you would know his night turned out worse than he thought. His legs would be tangled with yours. It was a way for Peter to show how much he cared about you and that he knew you cared as well. These mornings, you imagined waking him up and telling him everything.

But you knew the more days passed, the angrier Peter would be at you for hiding things and lying to him for so long. And the fear of losing him was taking over everything.

That was why you got scared the first time he told you he felt like someone was following him. “Maybe I’m wrong and just tired, I don’t know. But I swear this man was everywhere I look. Who goes to buy milk and flowers on the same day and in the same place?” he had this casual way of dealing with things, like it made no sense. But you could see in his eyes the confusion. He knew it wasn’t right.

“Someone who needs milk and flowers too.” You replied, kissing him to ease him. Something that worked since Peter didn’t speak about it the whole night. Not like he could, since his mouth was on you most of the time.

It happened again, the following day. When Peter was coming from May’s place. Just as he was about to shoot a web and go home through the sky, he noticed someone looking at him. “I’m telling you it was the same silhouette!” he kept telling you that night, after he made a huge detour to test the guy. This almost ended up in an argument when you tried to explain that he was hallucinating and Peter claiming that he wasn’t. “Someone is looking over me.”

“You’re a superhero, Peter. You can save yourself.” You didn’t mean to sound rude, just trying to make him remember that he was strongest in the story. Or at least, you hoped.

And then, it happened during your date. You were out in the same restaurant you go to every month, to celebrate your relationship. A romantic and kind of cheesy tradition you had and loved. You were laughing about something stupid Peter heard the other day when he saved a group of students and one of them wanted to ask him out. When suddenly, you noticed the change on his face. “Do you regret saying no?” you laughed but Peter looked more concerned.

“I think the guy who’s following me is behind you.” You frowned. You started to get bored of this whole story. Maybe it was simply a fan of Spiderman who understood that it was Peter behind the mask. That was what you said to reassure yourself.

“Ok, who’s the secret admirer?” you sighed, turning around discreetly to look at him. When you met the man’s eyes, you lost your breath. It only took you a second to know Peter was right: someone was indeed following him. And you were also right: that person knew who Peter was. When you turned around to face Peter, he immediately noticed how you looked sick. Like you saw a ghost. “We should leave Pete.” You mumbled and he nodded. For some reasons, but mainly because of your secret, Peter trusted you.

When you left the restaurant, Peter grabbed you by the waist and started climbing the wall. “We will always be safer in the sky that down there.” If only you were right, you thought, looking at the sky. For a brief second, you let yourself look down and you saw him. That man from the restaurant. Standing there, his arms crossed, looking at the both of you. No words could come out from your mouth. You were even scared to think about which one would come first: reassurance or truth?

Once you got home, you gain confidence again. You could face this easily. It wasn’t a stupid man that would make you put your life aside. “We should get to the police station tomorrow.” You told Peter, who was sitting on the couch, almost shivering. You could easily tell he was scared about the situation. It wasn’t the first time someone had something against him because he was Spiderman. But there was something different this time, like he couldn’t predict what would happen next.

“And what am I going to tell them? Except for Spiderman, that guy has no reason for following me.”

“Maybe you stole his wife.” You joked. Peter immediately looked at you and you put your hands up in the sky. “Not me idiot.”

“How could I know; you don’t tell me anything.” He sighed before getting up and walking to the bathroom. He needed some space, which you could understand. It wasn’t the right moment to bring that up. No when you knew the situation had something to do with you and your secrets. Once you heard the water running, you went to your chest of drawers and opened the secret trap you had put there. You hated the fact you were hiding something right in front of Peter’s eyes. No, he definitely deserved someone better than you.

You first felt the little notebook you started months ago, not long after you moved here. Just the feeling of the velvet cover made you shiver. Remembering all the information that were laid on paper and that shouldn’t be there. You then checked the weapons that were lying there, waiting to be used. You haven’t touched them in so long it almost felt like it was in another life. One where you didn’t let your heart decided for your action. One where you weren’t overthinking every little thing. Scared to you might lose the only good thing that happened in your life.

But you were reassured to know that if you needed them again, and you knew you would, there were still there.

You were on the balcony when you felt Peter’s big arms around your waist and his chin resting on your shoulder. You loved his little kisses under your ear, the kind of little attention he loved to give you. “I’m sorry about earlier. I shouldn’t get mad.” He whispered, letting his hands going lower on your body. “I know one day you will open up to me.” You froze. You weren’t so sure you would be able to do that. But still, you gave Peter hope by grabbing one of his hands and guiding it between your legs. “And even if you don’t, I will always love you [y/n]”.

You weren’t sure about that either.

It took the man two weeks to finally act.

You were working at a coffee, writing a report about a case when you got a call from an unknown ID. As much as you hated those, you always had to answer in case it was a secret informer. You didn’t hear a voice. But a song. The Spider and the Fly by the Rolling Stones was playing on your phone, like a secret message you immediately got. “I got your spider. What are you going to do now?” you then heard before the person hang up.

Luckily, you knew Peter had put a tracer on his suit in case he was missing, and you had to look for him. You could do it from your computer. You promised you would never use it except for emergency. You never did, even if you were sometimes curious to see what he knew or, more exactly, pretended to not know. But you had no other choice today than to look up. You recognized the address and the place quite easily.

It was the place you were living with Peter.

It didn’t take you long to get there. It was living your worst nightmare and the beginning of a brighter future one more time. At each step you were making, you were getting scarier of how you would find Peter. The idea of finding him in a bad shape because of you was driving you mad, you were this close to throw up. You would never have fought love would make you like this.

Just like you thought, it was a nightmare. For you and for Peter. He was tied to the wall with his own webs, like his powers turned against him. He looked miserable, you could only see his head, the rest of his body covered in white like a huge spider decided to cover him. You wanted to run to him, kiss him and helping get out of here. But the man was pointing his guns to him and to you, and you knew that one faux pas would cause your lover’s death.

“Well, well, well. Look who’s there, the other lovebird. You make such a cute couple.” He laughed. When you made another step, his laugh immediately stopped. “Don’t try to play with me, honey. We both know it’s not worth it.”

“I’m offering a simple deal. You give me what I want, and I give you your spider back. You don’t? You never see that pretty face again.” you could see how hard Peter was trying to defend himself, but if it was really his own webs that were keeping him tied then there was no chance, he would get out of this by himself. Hopefully, he would be too invested in saving himself to notice you weren’t asking more information about the deal.

“I have what you want.” You answered, looking at the same chest of drawers from the other night. The man pointed the gun towards it, letting you go there.

You could feel Peter’s eyes on you while you went there, opened the drawer and the little trap. Your secret was being exposed and you knew that he might not forgive you this time. You took the notebook out of there and showed it to the man, like a proof you weren’t lying. At the same time, Peter was discovering secrets he wished he never saw.

You made little steps toward them, and for the first time you noticed the bruises on Peter’s face. You fought the tears as hard as possible, but it was difficult to not break them when your lover was looking like that. Once you were closed enough, you stopped looking at Peter. Instead, you looked more confident than ever and handed the notebook to the man. “You can read it if you want, everything you need is in there.”

The man looked suspicious. “Open it for me.” You did, helping him read some of the first pages. You were praying that Peter couldn’t see a thing from where he was. The man finally put the gun which was pointed to you back in his pocket to grab your notebook. “I knew you were a good girl.”

You wanted until he made a step back and started reading again to take your own gun and shoot him directly in the hand, burning the notebook at the same time. His screams resonated on the rooftop and while he was still confused, you shoot him in the legs. He was now on the floor, screaming. You made sure to put his guns away before leaning to him. “Try again, and you won’t come back alive.”

After that, you called the police to tell them someone break into your house and was threatening you and your boyfriend with guns. You explained that you had no other choice than to shoot to protect yourself. While waiting for them to come, you helped Peter getting out his webs without a word. Too much to say but nothing being said. You were both too scared of what might come out of your mouth if you started looking for answers. You could tell from Peter’s look on you that he was at the same time confused, lost and disappointing. You were definitely hiding something he might never know about, now that the notebook was destroyed.

It wasn’t until 10 p.m. that you were finally alone together peacefully. Sure, there was still some blood marks, but you called someone to take care of that the next day. The man was taking care of by the police and you felt safe, for the first time in weeks. Or at least, as safe you can be with the sword of Damocles above your head.

“What happened?” you finally asked Peter, now that you were lying in bed together. You could only see his face with his black eye and some cuts, a proof he fought back before being held hostage. You were slowly brushing his hair, his head on your beast, like a child who had the worst nightmare. He had been distant all the past hours, which you could understand with the many secrets he discovered and saw in a few mattered of time: the trap, the weapons, you shooting a guy, you being able to give the man what he wanted…it was too much information. And for the night, Peter just needed to feel like everything was back to normal.

“I don’t know, I was coming home from a mission and that man was there. I was tired of him following him, so I tried to fight but he was…stronger? I’m not sure. I think he did something to me because next thing I know, I woke up on your wall, suffocating in my webs. That was…terrifying.” You kissed his hair slowly to comfort him.

You heard your phone buzzing from across the room. “Try to sleep, I’m coming back.” You kissed Peter’s forehead. You noticed how he closed his eyes immediately, too tired to fight for more minutes. You couldn’t help but smile at this sight. After almost losing him, you loved seeing him in your bed like this. Safe and relaxed.

You finally walked to your phone and looked at the text. You froze. It felt like a punch in the stomach. Like a cold shower. You looked up at Peter again, who was already sleeping and snoring slowly. You couldn’t deal with that right now. So, you simply switch off your phone and lay by your lover side. But even with your eyes closed, you could still read the text.

“Be careful. Someone will still take care of Spiderman if you don’t.”

[quillsandtypos]

Other Worlds, Same Loves

Pairings: TASM! (Andrew Garfield nwh aged up) Peter x reader

Words: 3.3k

Summary: walking into someone else's world isn't always the worst thing that can happen to you, especially not when that person is spiderman

Warnings: a lot of tickling, but other than that nothing

You may be wondering. Did I come back from a six month hiatus because l saw people wanting more of ler Andrew Garfield's peter and I did too? Yes, yes I did. And here's my shitty fanfic to prove it. Enjoy!

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“Where the hell am I?” you asked as you suddenly entered a living room that certainly wasn’t yours.

A rather cute man in a weird, but almost familiar looking suit entered the room. “Woah, who are you?” He wore a face just as confused as yours, but he looked considerably more scraped up and bruised than you. Was he just involved in a fight?

“Why does your face look like that?” you blurted out. You immediately wondered what had possessed you to say that, but he didn’t seem alarmed.

“Oh, you should see the other guys,” he laughed good naturedly.

Your thoughts finally caught up with you. Peter Parker was Spiderman, but Peter Parker didn’t look like that. Peter Parker was still in highschool. But how else could you explain the cuts on his face, and the spider suit. “Wait a minute,” you said quietly to yourself.

Peter looked down at his suit, and something must have clicked inside his head. “Ohhh shit. You’re not supposed to be here are you?” His eyes went wide, as he pointed towards you, which wasn’t making you feel more at ease.

“What do you mean?” you asked. You were getting more and more concerned by the minute, but for some reason you still trusted the Peter in front of you.

“So here’s the thing, I’m Peter Parker, but I’m not your world’s Peter Parker. This isn’t really going to make any sense, but you’re in another reality,” he blurted out.

“How do I know you’re really spiderman?” you asked cautiously.

He held out a hand for you. “You’re going to have to trust me a little bit.” You grimaced, and slowly placed your hand in his. A fire danced in his eyes that scared you a bit, but if you were in an alternate reality, then you were going to need all the help you could get.

Peter quickly shot a web towards the window, and pulled the window upwards. “You might want to hold on,” he grinned.

You uncertainly gripped your arms around his torso, and he pulled a mask over his face. “What are we- PETER!” you screamed, as you both flung out of the window. You nearly hit the building across from his apartment, but he quickly shot another web towards the other side of the street, and you swung across again.

“Come on look up,” he laughed, as your shrill screams pierced his ears. Eventually you lifted your head up and opened your eyes. It was incredible. Your screams melded into laughter, and a bright smile appeared on your face. It was almost like flying, the wind whipped through your hair like you were racing down the fastest road in a convertible. The world seemed to go by in a blur, but if you focused you could make out the little dots of people.

The buildings blended together as if New York was being painted and created as you flew through the air. It was only when you almost flew into a bird that you closed your eyes again, only to have Peter narrowly miss it. It was only then that you realized your head had been firmly pressed into his chest the entire time. You slowly looked up at him to see if he had noticed, but it seemed he was too busy focusing on not hitting things to notice. Eventually your high came to an end, and you stopped at the top of a relatively tall building. Peter quickly made sure you stepped off the ledge, and more towards the middle of the roof, but he stayed put at his place beside you.

“Do you notice anything different?” Peter asked. He pointed out the skyline of New York. Stark tower, or what used to be Stark tower appeared to have disappeared completely.

“So this really isn’t my world?” you asked for confirmation. You looked up at him with uncertainty in your eyes, but for some reason the look in his eyes seemed to calm you.

“Definitely not, I don’t even know how you got here. You also didn’t forget Peter- well your world’s Peter- which is weird,” he added.

“I was supposed to forget that?” you asked curiously.

“There was this whole thing with this magic dude in your world, and he did some spell to make everyone forget who Peter was in order to not destroy the multiverse,” Peter gestured vaguely.

Realization dawned on you. “Doctor strange?” you asked.

He snapped and stood up. “Oh yeah! That was his name!”

You grinned despite yourself. Looking back off towards the skyline, you noticed the sun was starting to set. Even though you had no idea where you were in the universe, it was just like your New York’s sunsets. Oftentimes it was cloudy, but when it wasn’t, it was breathtaking.

“Hey, it’s getting late, and I know you don’t really know me, but you still need food so do you wanna stay with me till we figure this out?” Peter asked.

Your survival instincts told you that staying with a guy that you barely knew was a horrible idea, but a burning feeling in your soul told you that he was safe. If your heart trusted him at that moment, then so would you.

“Yeah, thank you,” you said appreciatively.

“Hold on!” he yelled, and off you went again.

. . . . . . . . . .

Life always threw you curveballs. But that was the thing with curveballs and sharp corners; sometimes the things that you think are the worst, actually turn out to be really good things. Peter was like a curveball, at first it was horrible, but after three months, something had changed. You liked being around him quite a bit, or at least when he wasn’t being annoying.

“Do you remember the first day we met?” he asked as he sat down next to you on the couch.

You gladly took the coffee that he handed to you. “No, I just forgot the day I walked into the wrong reality,” you laughed.

“Well yeah I know that,” he groaned, with a huge smile on his face. If you could only bottle up the feeling his smile gave you.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” he asked softly.

You sipped a bit of coffee, and debated your response. “Your smile, it’s pretty.”

“Thank you,” he said quietly. You could see his cheeks turning slightly pink.

“Peter, are you blushing?” you cooed.

“No,” he denied loudly, and his wickedly beautiful smile came out again.

“Really? Because I can see it.” you asked. You carefully set your cup on the table.

Peter also placed his cup down on the table, and crossed his arms. “I’m not speaking to you without a lawyer.”

“Fine, I’ll get you to talk,” you said before lunging and latching onto his sides.

“Wait- nahahaho!” Peter screeched as he tried desperately not to immediately pull you off.

You quickly moved your hands to spider at his stomach, and Peter melted flat onto the couch. “See there’s your cute smile!” you grinned.

“Y/n! I’m wahaharning yOUHOh! Shihit!” Your hands climbed into his armpits, and gently scratched in the middle of them. His laughter was adorable. It was like music to your ears. It was high and airy, it matched the energy of the very core of his soul.

“Peter you’re so- EHP!” One of his hands had unintentionally latched onto one of your hips and harshly squeezed.

“What was that?” he asked. Fuck. Your odds were not so good. Your best friend had super strength, and the ability to pin you down easily. Which was precisely the reason why you had kept this from him for so long.

“Would you buy it if I told you it was nothing?” you asked timidly. By all accounts your body was telling you to run.

“My spidey senses would tell me you’ve been lying your ass off,” he smirked. A spark traveled from one eye to the other. You could see a plan forming in his mind. His smile was wider than before, his mouth was wide open with glee.

You made a quick, and arguably dumb decision. You abruptly squeezed your hands into his ribs just a couple more times. He let out an undignified shriek.

“You’re just asking for it now!” he yelled as you hopped off of him.

You took off as fast as you could, but Peter quickly jumped over the couch after you. He shot a web at each of the doors, and pulled each of them shut before sticky webbing them. You tried to pull one of them open, but it was hopeless, they weren’t budging.

“You’re traaaaaaaped,” he sang in an evil, but cheery tone.

“No, I’m not,” you countered. You quickly hopped into a running stance, even though there was nowhere to run.

“Where are you going to go?” he laughed. You briefly considered the window, afterall he did have a month's work of tickling to catch up on, perhaps the fall would be worth it. But you settled for running towards the other side of the couch.

You felt a web nearly graze your back, but somehow he had missed.

“Haha!” you yelled as you rounded the couch.

But Peter didn’t look worried in the slightest, which worried you more. His eyes were trained on your every move.

“You know, if you surrender now, I might make it easier for you,” he taunted.

“Oh yeah because you’re surely going to take pity on me,” you quipped. You threw your hands up in the air in exasperation for only a second, but a second was all Peter needed. Before you could do anything to stop it, Peter had shot webs at both of your hands, vaulted the couch, and lightly pushed you towards the wall. To your horror, your hands got stuck to the wall just above your head.

“Peter…” you warned. He slowly approached you, and the look in his eyes made you want to crumble to the ground. Even more unfortunately for you, he knew this.

“I haven’t even said what I’m going to do,” he smiled innocently.

He took another step towards you, and you tried to push yourself into the wall more.

“No,” you warned again. But once again he stepped closer.

“I did tell you that if you surrendered this would be easier.” He shrugged like he had no control over what was about to happen, but the way he was reading your body language you could tell he was toying with you.

“Stop messing with me,” you groaned.

“I really don’t know what you’re talking about,” he badly lied. He took another step. Now the two of you were mere inches apart.

“Stohop!” You cursed yourself for already laughing, but you couldn’t help it, you were nervous.

“Can I ask you a question?” Peter asked, grinning like an idiot.

You attempted to glare at him while you nodded. He leaned down slightly so his mouth was directly next to your ear. “Are you ticklish?” he whispered.

Even the word sent shivers down your spine. “No,” you yelled too quickly. But it wasn’t like he wasn’t already planning on testing it out.

“Really?” he asked. Tilting his head slightly to the side, his eyes flashed with something all too terrifying.

“Yes,” you said with more confidence.

“Oh, you’ll be fine with this then,” he shrugged. Then he suddenly dug into the soft flesh above your navel, just like you had done to him only moments earlier. Your facade quickly crumbled, and you burst into light giggles.

“It looks like I’m not the only one with a cute smile,” he said softly, but loud enough it was intended to reach your ears. You squeezed your eyes shut to avoid looking at the dorky smile on his face.

“So where’s your worst spot?” he asked. When you didn’t respond immediately, his hands jumped down to squeeze at your hips, and you almost kicked him.

“What’s this?” He momentarily stopped.

“None of your business dickhead,” you heaved out. But you both knew there was no real malice in your sentence.

Peter clicked and shook his head. “Wowwwww, you must really want to be tickled.” Before you could argue his hands latched onto your hips, and you fought the urge to scream before laughter fully took over your body. Your laughs were so deep they almost came out as wheezes. Your knees wanted to collapse but Peter’s body was pressed up against you.

“So what are you thinking about telling me your worst spots now?” Peter taunted. He slowed his tickling to just brushing his thumbs across your hips, which was surprisingly ticklish.

“In your drEAms!” you managed to screech out defiantly.

“I don’t know how I have missed this for so long! You’re even more ticklish than me!” His hands still continued to draw circles on your hips.

“Ohmygodshutup,” you threatened on one continuous breath.

“So are you going to tell me where it is or?” he trailed off.

“NO!” He brushed your hips just as you spoke.

“You did that on purPOSE!”

“Maybe,” he shrugged with a devilish smile on his face. You opened your mouth to talk again, but quickly thought better of it, and snapped it shut.

“So when were you planning on telling me you were ticklish?” he asked. His eyebrows raised as he expected a response, but you just shook your head. You weren’t going to play into his games.

He met your eyes, and held them as he clawed at your stomach. “Nnonoonononho! PETE!” you screamed.

“Are you ready to talk now?” he snickered.

“Yehehes!” you yelled.

His hands finally slowed to a stop, and you greedily sucked in breaths. “For the record I was never planning on telling you. It’s not my fault it took you this long to figure it out,” you announced confidently.

Peter’s eyebrows raised and he matched the dancing fireworks in your eyes. “What was that?” Your survival instincts told you to shut up, but the other part of you chose to ignore them.

“I said,” you leaned in closer. “It’s not my fault you were slow to figure it out.”

Peter’s mouth curled upward in pure joy. “Oh you’re so fucked,” he hissed. One hand latched onto your hip and the other harshly squeezed up and down your ribs.

“No, no, no, no nohohoh!” The feeling sent jolts through your body at the exact same time, your feet stomped uselessly at the floor. You opened your eyes for just a second, to see Peter delightfully watching the giggling mess he was making out of you.

After a few more squeezes you knew you had to give. “OKAY OKAY!” He momentarily stalled, but his hands didn’t move.

“It’s my neck,” you uttered.

“What about your neck?” he asked. His voice was so sweet, but what he was doing was anything but sweet.

Your face heated up beyond what you thought it could, and your eyes went wide.

“You can’t say it, can you?” he asked.

You pulled your lips in tightly, you were at least going to maintain some of your dignity.

He brought his devilish smirk somehow closer to your face. “Here we can sound it out. Tic-kle-ish. Tickle-ish. Ticklish. See, it's easy!”

You rolled your eyes, he was trying to drive you crazy, and it was working. “The neighborhood is going to lose their friendly spiderman as soon as you let me go.”

“I don’t think you’re in the position to be making threats.” He gestured to the webs on your hands, but then he did something that was entirely unexpected. His hands lightly scratched at your armpits. And you fully lost it. It was like nothing had ever tickled as much as it did in that moment.

“PETE WAIT!” you screamed.

“Your neck isn’t your worst spot is it?” he asked, but he already knew the answer.

“NO!”

Peter stopped suddenly. “So you lied to me?” He brought his fingers into your view to wave them menacingly at you, and his cute smile didn’t help.

“No, nononono. I didn’t lie to you, I just omitted that there was a worse spot,” you argued. Your ability to form a coherent thought was very minimal even though he wasn’t touching you.

He narrowed his eyes at you. “I’m pretty sure that’s lying.”

“Okay, maybe, but also if you keep doing the finger thing at me I’m going to kill you,” you threatened.

“What? This?” He did it closer to your stomach, and you jumped a little to the side to avoid his hands.

Peter genuinely giggled at your reaction. “If you just admit that you’re adorable then I’ll unweb you,” he proposed.

Your face somehow heated up more. “Absolutely not.”

“Okay, then you have to admit you’re adorable and that you’re more ticklish than me.”

“That’s not better!” you groaned.

“And you have five seconds,” he smirked.

“5!”

“Why are you looking at your wrist?”

“4!”

“You don’t even have a watch on!”

“3!”

“Pete-THAT’S NOT ONE!”

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” he said, sounding not very sorry at all. His fingers continued to rake up and down your armpits, and all you could do was stand there and take it.

“I forgot about your neck!” Peter suddenly yelled.

His hands stayed in your arms but his lips blew harshly on your neck. “PETE!”

Your body jerked so suddenly you felt the webs move a tiny bit.

“Wow you are ticklish there!” he said, delighted. He blew another one, and your laughter finally went silent.

“I GIVE!” you yelled.

Peter let you catch your breath for a second, as he watched your stomach rise and fall to a normal pace.

“I’m ador-” you had started. But he lightly pulled your chin up.

“Doesn’t count if you’re not looking at me,” he added.

“That’s not fair,” you whined.

Peter just smiled down at you.

“Fine,” you groaned. “I’m adorable and-” You glared up at him before taking a large breath of courage. “I’m more ticklish than spiderman.”

“Yes, you definitely are,” he agreed. He then went to pull his webs off of you with only a little bit of struggle, and you slunk to the floor.

Peter wordlessly picked you up bridal style and set you back on the couch. He handed you your coffee back, and you smiled in contentment.

He rested his head on the back of the couch, and you absentmindedly played with the frays of a pillow. For a moment, you had let yourself forget that you didn’t belong here. That this had been your world all along. That it had always been just you and Peter. But even you couldn’t exist like that for long.

“Hey, what were you going to say earlier about the day we met?” you remembered.

He waved it off. “Oh, it’s not important.”

“You sure?” you asked uncertaintly.

He moved so he was facing you.

He smiled softly. “I’m sure.” Your faces were so close that your foreheads could almost touch, and slowly, you both leaned in enough that your foreheads rested against each other. Your eyes fluttered shut, and you could feel his breath against your face.

But then the doorbell rang, and both of you nearly jumped out of your skin.

“I’ll get it,” Peter told you. And just like that, the moment had passed. Your heart evidently hadn’t gotten the message, it was still beating like you had run a marathon. A part of you doubted that you would ever get past this stage. But when you looked over at him, and saw him looking back at you, all of your doubts faded. Something between you was permanently connected, and he could feel it too.

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[lovelybarnes]

hot chocolate- p. parker

pairings: peter parker x reader, implied mother figure!natasha romanoff x reader, mentions of other characters warnings: teasing (but all lighthearted) about: peter is making hot chocolate in the summertime. the avengers have thoughts.

peter can already feel the onslaught of teasing the moment he brings the gallon of milk out of the fridge. sam and bucky are walking past, their conversation quieting and steps pausing when they notice him turning on the stove. “what are you doing? need warm milk to go to sleep?” sam questions, raising an eyebrow and sharing a look with bucky.

“no,” peter responds simply, pouring the milk into a mug and then dumping that into a small pot already placed on the lit stovetop. bucky spots the bag of chocolate and mini marshmallow mix on the counter, beginning to frown when tony passes. “stark, your kid is doing something weird again,” sam lets him know, the again referring to a week ago, when he caught peter pushing a humongous plant into the elevator. the reason- he prefers not saying.

tony looks from sam to peter, cocking his head when he realizes what he’s doing. “are you making hot chocolate right now?” he asks, eyebrows furrowed. “yes,” peter answers, a blush growing on his neck at being stared at by his mentor. “in the middle of a very hot summer?” tony continues, tone confused. peter cringes, “yes…?”

“i can’t even defend you this time,” tony mutters, giving up and walking away after an awkward silent minute of peter refusing to give any more information. “it’s like ninety degrees out today,” a new voice joins in, which peter instantly recognizes as steve. peter groans, mixing the heating milk with a spoon. “why are you making hot chocolate?” he wonders.

“i just… it just- it isn’t even hot in the tower!” peter exclaims in defense, turning to the newly formed group and sighing when he notices natasha walking towards it. great, he thinks, now the scariest person in the world is going to question me. like her being my girlfriend’s mother isn’t enough.

peter urges the milk to heat faster. it does not oblige.

“you’re making hot chocolate?” natasha asks, but peter is relieved to hear only genuine curiosity in her words and not the criticism and teasing he was fearing from her. peter turns to her, “y- yes. yes ma’am i am.”

“okay.” natasha shrugs after a moment, “don’t call me ma’am.”

“yes ma’am,” peter nods, watching her leave and squeezing his eyes shut when he realizes his mistake. “mister parker, the milk is about to burn,” friday informs helpfully, making peter turn back to what he was supposed to be paying attention to quickly and shutting off the stove. he cannot go through making another batch because he burnt milk in front of the avengers. “thank you friday,” he says.

he drains the milk into the mug again, chuckling softly when he reads the monogrammed words on the side of it, spiderman? nah. yourman. he still remembers your bright grin when he gave it to you for christmas, immediately easing all his worries that it was too cheesy. you had laughed when he told you his other options, pushing at his shoulder and scolding him for not putting them all on there.

it was your favorite mug nonetheless, and you never let anyone- other than him- touch it.

the metal spoon he’s using to mix in the chocolate powder clinks against the ceramic of the mug, inviting more narrowed eyes at him. “hot chocolate? oh, that’s such a good idea,” scott notes from his place next to hope as he walks to the elevator. “it’s not. you were just complaining over how hot you were,” hope points out. “maybe cassie will want some,” scott trails off.

peter sighs in relief when he feels the mix is blended together enough, reaching over to his side to grab the bag of mini marshmallows. “more?” someone criticizes behind him, and peter nods as he drops some into the mug. you always like extra.

“um. goodbye,” peter excuses when he turns, startled to still see sam and bucky standing there. he can still see them staring while the elevator doors close, making him exhale a breath he didn’t realize he was holding when the doors shut completely. his fingers tap against your mug while the elevator rises, his eyes watching the little red numbers in front of him rise until they reach your floor. he straightens his back, the sting of the burn from the hot chocolate unnoticeable to him because of his spider enhancement. it’s why you always hand him your hot drinks. you always kiss his fingers and nose in thanks, though.

he steps out when the doors part, walking straight to your room and quietly pushing open the door. “pete!” you say happily, throwing your phone on your bed while you sit up to greet him. “my hot chocolate!” you gasp, taking it from his hands and smelling it, “just how i like it,” you smile.

“you know i was just kidding, right?” you ask tentatively, putting the mug down on your bedside table and grabbing his warmed hands to press your lips all over his fingertips. “i did not,” peter replied with a laugh, “d’you still want it?”

“of course, i was kidding about wanting you to make me one but i still want one nonetheless,” you declare, pressing a kiss to his nose and then, finally, to his lips. “thank you,” you mutter against them, one of your hands sneaking around his neck to play with the soft curls at the nape of his neck. “‘course,” your boyfriend whispers, kissing you again.

“i hope no one gave you a hard time,” you comment, leaning away from peter to grab your mug, fingers unconsciously tracing the words of the pun on your mug. your other hand is busy with the spoon, grabbing all of the marshmallows and putting them in your mouth as you moan at the taste. “i forgot how much i missed this,” you mumble, still waiting for his response.

“no. no hard time, but everyone thinks i’m weird now,” he tells you, making you laugh. “you are,” you shrug, giggling at the look of betrayal on his features as you drink your hot chocolate. “you’re the one who wanted a hot chocolate in the summer!”

“you’re the one who puts up with me,” you retort, snuggling into him when he settles in next to you, drawing an arm around your shoulders. “with pleasure,” he replies, kissing your forehead.

[harrietbarnesblog]

☆Written in the stars☆

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Contains heavy spoilers for NWH. Don't read if you haven't watched it yet.

Warning: angst, Spiderman nwh spoilers.

Pairing: Andrew Garfield! Peter Parker x reader

Chapter-2

A week passed Peter was completely ignoring you. He was not picking up your call or replying to your texts and would always disappear if you go to his place. You stopped trying to connect to him at some point not wanting to disturb him.

You missed him so much.

You decided to visit Gwen’s grave since you were pretty close with her after she got together with peter.

You brought some flowers on the way to keep on her grave.you wiped away the tears that slipped from your eyes.

Your body clashed with someone as you were about to leave. You looked up to see who it was. Peter parker.

"MJ." He said surprised and guilty for avoiding you. Your heart ached when you heard him call that. He always calls you y/n when everyone calls you MJ. You loved it when he called you y/n.

"Peter."

"How are you?"

"I'm…" were you fine? No. Okay? No. Good? no. "Fine." You lied, avoiding eye contact with him.

"No you are not. You won't even look me in the eyes."

You finally made eye contact with him. Anger flashing in your eyes.

"Come on, you expect me to be fine when you are avoiding me for days. I get it you lost Gwen you want some time alone. But that doesn't mean you have to sneak out of my room in the middle of night and disappear from my eyes."

"I'm sorry. I'm only trying to protect you. It's not safe for you to be around me. I promised Gwen's dad I would stay away from her but I broke it and now she's gone. What if something happens to you too? I can't lose you."

"So you pushed me away?"

"I…" he didn't know what to say.

"Please, don't leave me alone. I want you in my life. Stop pushing me away. I'll be alright. Nothing is going to happen to me."

"I'm so sorry, y/n." He said and hugged you tightly. You both closed your eyes and melted into the hug.

Peter opened his eyes when felt something was happening. Everything changed around. You were still in his arms but the surroundings were different. It was so unfamiliar. You both were standing in a shady small gap in between two buildings.

"Stay here." He said. You nodded your head. He removed his clothes and handed them to you. He was wearing his suit inside.

Peter swinged cautiously around taking in the surroundings. He spotted a billboard.a face with one side as spider man and other have a boy. Peter Parker public enemy no.1 written on it. He rushed back to you because the Peter Parker he saw on the board was not him.

He removed his mask totally freaking out.

“Something is very wrong.”

“I figured out that much.”

He put on his mask again when he sensed something was gonna happen.

A fire circle like something formed a little bit far away from you two. You could see two people standing there. Peter moved and jumped trying to see them.

“Peter?” a girl called him from there.

“Peter.” “Peter” they both called out for him.

Peter runs toward it grabbing you along with him.you both enter the circle making an old shout in fear. She threw something on him.

“Hi. It's okay. It's okay.” Peter said, holding his hands up. The old lady screamed and run inside. You stood there completely confused.

He removed his mask.

“Who the hell are you?” the girl standing there asked him confused. And turned to you.

“I know you. But I'll come back to you later.”

“Okay .” you said completely freaking out.

“I'm Peter Parker.” Peter said.

“That's not possible.”

“I'm spiderman… in my world.” you made a weird face thinking what does in my world supposed to mean.

“And yesterday I was… I was just here.” he said, shaking his head. The girl held her hands defensively.

“String theory, multidimensional reality and matter displacement all real?” Peter asked. You stood there as frightened as the cute chubby boy but he knows much more about this than you.

“Yeah.” the boy replied.

“I knew it.” Peter said proudly.

“This has to be because of the spell.” the boy whispered to the girl.

“The spell?” Peter asked them. “Like magic spells.”

“No there's no spell.” the boy said nervously

“There's no spell.” the girl said, confirming it.

“Magic is real here too?”

“I mean..” the boy started

“Do not tell him.” the girl cut him off.

“No, it's not real. I mean there is magician and stuff but there is no way…”

“Shut up. Shut up.”

“Prove it.” the girl said.

“Prove what?”

“That you are Peter parker.”

Peter touched his body like he was searching for something.

“I don't carry an id around with me. Kinda defeats the whole anonymous superhero thing.”

The girl threw bread at him.

“Why'd Ya do that?” he asked and shrugged.

“To see if I have that peter tingle thing.”

“I do have that tingle thing, just not for bread.”

She picked another bread.

“Can you not throw that bread again. you are deeply mistrusting person and respect it.” he said and jumped hanging from the ceiling with one hand.

The girl did some weird thing in her hand not trusting him.

“Crawl around.” she said.

“Crawl around?”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Yes crawl around.”

“Why do I need to crawl around?

“This is not enough.”

”This is plenty.”

“No it's not.”

“Yes it is.” They argued back and forth.

“How do I stick to the ceiling?”

The girl threw the bread at him. “ do it.”

The old lady came back to the room and said something to the boy in some other language.

“Lola is asking you if you could get the cobweb there. Just chilling up there.”

“Yeah.”

Peter held his mask in his mouth and crawled on the ceiling cleaning the cobweb.

“Thank you,'' the old lady said.

Peter jumped down and dusted his finger off.

“Good?” Peter asked.

“For now.” the girl replied.

The girl and boy discussed something.

“We keep doing it until we find the real peter.” teh girl said.

“Ouch.” Peter said, slightly offended.

“No offense.”

The boy drew a circle in the air saying “find peter parker.”

“What's the thing on his hands..” Peter asked curiously.

The boy shushed him in reply and drew a circle in the air again.

The same fire circle brought you here opened in some other place.

A man came through it.

“Just some random guy.” the boy said.

“Hope it's okay i came through this thing.” he said and the thing closed. “Oh it's closed now.”

“You are peter?” the girl asked.

“Yeah.peter parker.i've seen you two.”

“Hi.” he said to the old lady smiling. The lady waved at him smiling.

“Wait. he is not your friend. And who is she?’ he asked, pointing at the two of you.

His eyes widened. He shoots his web at your peter at the same time your peter shot a web at him. They did a spin in the air. Your peter landed on the table. The other peter shot a web at him again. Your peter smiled and nodded his head.

“Wait, if you're Spider man too why didn't you say that.”

“I don't go around advertising that. Kinda defeats the whole anonymous superhero hero.”

“That's what he said.” the girl said.

“That's what I said.” your peter said.

The lady said something which none of you understood.

“My lola is asking if you could clean the web you two just shot.” the boy explained.

“So sorry, lola.” yor Peter said.

“Yes of course.”

“I'm going to bed.” lola said, leaving the room.

“Im y/n mariyln jefferson but everyone calls me mj. I know no one asked but I was feeling left out.” you introduce yourself.

“I'm MJ too.” the girl said, surprised. But she looked at you like she had seen you before but just didn't know where.

“I’m Ned.”

“So you two are dating?” the other peter asked you and your peter.

“No, we are just friends.” you and him said in unison.

“I've been trying to find you since I got here. I have this sense that your friend needs my help.” the other Peter said.

“Our help.” your peter said.

After a small discussion where their peter would be, you all made your way to the top of their school.

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(long post)

i’ve been making my own little spider-man/marvel universe based off the comics, so here’s some headcanons starting off with the coffee bean gang:

— first off, appearances and interests. i like to think that everyone has at least two main things in common with another person, so i listed those as well.

peter: 5’9; you can only see his build when he takes his shirt off; fluffy brown hair; soft blue and golden brown heterochromia; other than that, typical parker; interests: science, comics

harry: 6’0; scrawny ginger with lots of freckles; sides of his head shaved with the fluff kept on top; green eyes; interests: comics, fashion

mj: 5’8; built kinda beefy; has scarred tanned skin with lots of freckles; her hair is bright red, long, and straight. she’s not exactly white? y’know? mixed. interests: athletics, music

gwen: 5’5; small and pudgy; has an undercut with middle parted short blonde hair; sometimes there’s berets in it. interests: music, science

flash: 6’2; mixed with light freckles; has natural blonde hair shaved with lighting strikes on the sides; he usually chooses to dress punkish in public, but in private he likes to show him feminine side. interests: fashion, athletics

now that that’s out of the way, i cannot continue without addressing the ptide

harry is obviously gay and he knows it. no one else does, though

if they can’t tell who spiderman is based on his voice, how would they know that harry is gay?

exactly

peter is obviously bi and everyone else knows it, but not him

cinematic parallels

mj is on the demiromantic spectrum and hasn’t dated anyone since the first grade (she dated harry, and they both regret it. peter laughs about it to this day). she’ll fall in love if it’s the right person

gwen is also bi

flash is pan but hasn’t accepted it yet

now to miscellaneous headcanons that i come up with randomly

gwen doesn’t die in this universe because she and peter never date (she isn’t really romantically attracted to him either)

i like to imagine peter and harry as childhood friends, but you can do enemies to friends to enemies to lovers if you want

everyone at midtown is dense as heck, and this includes peter

(under the cut is just more headcanons and some drawings of them)

harry and gwen geek out over stuff that the other three just don’t understand

to tamper a little bit, harry has arachnophobia

and gwen’s the kid who picked up spiders as a little kid and threw them at people

whether harry has a crush on peter or not is up to you ;) but i can tell you that peter has a type, and it’s redheads

peter absolutely nerds out when it comes to science, but if it’s anything other than that, he’s clueless

like, what compound reacts to this substance? all on that. where the comma goes in the sentence? no idea whatsoever.

MJ: Peter, what’s 9 times 8?

Peter: What? Like I’m supposed to know that off the top of my head?”

MJ: *sigh* Peter what’s the formula for gravity?

Peter: Oh! That’s simple, so-

and peter is absolute garbage at spelling (unless it’s science related ofc). can’t spell worth a flip AND has terrible handwriting.

meanwhile gwen excels in every subject

mj and harry aren’t the brightest (mj having As and Bs while harry has more Cs than As). flash can barely keep his grade above a 55, but he’s not totally stupid

i don’t want to pull a dirk from bazaardvark, but flash liked physics

i mentioned earlier that mj has a beefy build. that’s because she’s super athletic

she can (and will) outrun you.

even peter with his spider powers has a hard time keeping up

sadly for peter, he is not coordinated for any type of sport despite his acrobatic abilities

MJ: Pete! You should try out for a school sport! I’m sure you’ll be great at it!

MJ, after she watched Peter play a minute of basketball: please, peter, never touch a pigskin.

mj and gwen also participate as cheerleaders. mj is a base and, well, gwen holds a sign. mj also loves doing flips on the mat.

overall, the girls love playing powderpuff football the most

and that’s because mj DOMINATES the field with it

and gwen enjoys absolutely cutting lose with face paint on

all the boys are secretly glad that they don’t have to face them

for the powderpuff game, peter makes sure to dress up and cheer for the girls even though he looks like an actual goose while doing it

he can do surprisingly good cheerleading jumps which everyone is surprised at

peter, your spidey is showing

everything else looks terrible

flash also participates in the cheerleading, but he’s more focused on winning the womanless beauty pageant

he’s won each year he’s participated and doesn’t plan on losing that streak

he looks stunning every year, wonder why…

harry doesn’t participate in any of this until his friends force him to one year

he ends up winning the womanless beauty pageant, and is on bad terms with flash for at least a week

he blames it on peter

i don’t know how this got on the topic of homecoming, but i’ll roll with it.

their first homecoming, they all decide to go to the dance together as a group.

flash went with them when he couldn’t find a willing date. since they weren’t that close at the time, this dance definitely strengthened the friendship bonds.

one year, mj asks peter to the dance, and peter was so shocked that he wasn’t able to speak for a couple minutes

mj, the most beautiful girl in school, who hasn’t been seen in a relationship in years, who is also my best friend? THAT mj? just asked ME out to homecoming???

mj eventually took the blushed stuttering as a yes

cue gwen, harry, and flash looking at them and being like, “they grow up so fast”

at the end of the dance, mj gives peter a smooch on the cheek

harry has to hear about it over the phone all night

Harry: So you liked MJ??? and you didn’t tell me?

Peter: Well, it would’ve been awkward… yknow…

Harry: Peter, we dated for like five days.

mj and peter’s relationship never really goes anywhere, though, it does bring their friendship closer

this may or may not be because i’m a sucker for gwenmj

anyways, like i said, peter has a thing for redheads

so one night he has a crisis about harry and mj because he realizes that they’re both drop dead gorgeous

by chance, gwen texts peter about something and eventually they facetime and peter ends up spilling his heart out to her

gwen keeps her lips sealed

i’m thinking of making norman osborn a woman because other villains are genderbended, but never norman. but also i like man norman because he’s 10x more hatable.

harry loves his dad for like the first half, but it’s hard for him to love him after a while.

flash’s place is a dump

he has an older sister in college though, and sometimes he’ll stay with her

they’re always there for each other, and when she finds out flash actually made some friends, she’s so proud of him

they all love the avengers. if there’s anything that connects them besides friendship, it’s the avengers.

peter’s always talking about iron man, gwen talks about how much mj looks like black widow, mj thinks hawkeye deserves more, harry knows almost as much about each of them as peter, and flash thinks spiderman’s still better than all of them

gwen 100% thinks steve rogers and bucky barnes are married, but no one else in the group sees it

peter does soon find out what she means when on an unscheduled mission with them one day

he’s begging them to just kiss already. it’s hard to watch

the gang does end up becoming involved with spiderman’s antics from time to time

gwen was handed a web shooter once, mj has been saved multiple times, harry, ofc, sees him almost every other day, and flash turned into venom once

harry’s the first to find out about peter when trying to kill spiderman. harry unmasks peter and is shocked, allowing spiderman to escape

once gwen heard spiderman say “with great power comes great responsibility” she knew exactly who it was

mj connects the dots after gwen

and they have to straight up tell flash for him to get it

in the end, they’re all a bunch of idiots who love each other

Here are drawings of how I think each of them look (yes these were Inktober drawings)

Peter Parker: honestly, i just tried to combine all the versions, but he’s just a basic white boy

Harry Osborn: inspired by the comics and spectacular spiderman versions

MJ Watson: inspired by the MSM2017 and MCU versions

Gwen Stacy: inspired by the comics and spider-gwen versions

Flash Thompson: inspired by the MSM2017 and Ultimate Spiderman versions

[ezgithechaotic]

pushing up the dasies . peter parker

pairing: Peter Parker x Reader, Peter Parker x female reader

summary: Someone has been stealing Y\N's flowers, and she is determined to find who it is.

warnings: she\ her pronouns (don't know if this one's a warning), mention of the death of a loved person, graveyard

author note: I’m sorry in advance if I have any fault. English is not my first language. But please let me know if you see anthing that doesn’t seem right. I really have no idea if this is good or trash. I’m getting mixed signs. So, please leave a comment about what you think, love you.

As a comic book nerd, I personally love both Andrew and Tom's Spiderman. Just thought this story fit Andrew's more, but feel free to imagine Peter as your favorite! 

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The first time you realized a few flowers were picked from your garden, you didn't think much into it. The kids around the neighborhood liked to play hide and seek around your garden. You thought; it should be Thompson's girl, she likes flowers. It wasn't something that never happened before. You would simply plant new ones, it was no big deal, you could never get angry at children. But after some time, you started to realize the pattern. Every month on the same day, you found a handful of your daisies gone upon returning from your part-time job. Mrs. Thompson swore her daughter would never do such a thing without asking, and after the third time, you were sure somebody was stealing your flowers. Maybe it was that gruff man across the street that never got along with people. But you had a feeling if he had to do anything with your flowers, it would only be blowing them up. 

Peter always wondered whom the pretty flowers and house belong to. The post box just outside the garden said Y\L\N, and he had always imagined an old sweet woman lived in the white-painted house with a green door. And Peter hoped he didn't make the poor woman too sad with missing flowers. Boy, was he wrong. You weren't old, and you were furious and determined to find the person who stole your beautiful daisies. 

Your friends always wondered why you liked living in such an old neighborhood. The house was one of the few things your mother left you after she died, along with the considerable amount of money in your bank account. You could always sell the house, find an apartment downtown, so you can be closer to school that's what your friends told you every time you had them over. But you loved the house. You loved that the house held so many memories of your childhood, especially your garden. Even though your mother was a busy woman, she had always made time for you and her flowers. At the age of six, growing flowers with your mother quickly became one of your favorite pastimes. That week you did what everyone would do, changed your shift with Mary Jane to catch the flower thief. 

So, no, selling the house or letting strangers steal your lovely flowers was not one of the many choices. 

Now, Peter Parker was many things, but not a thief. Well, it depended on what you would call stealing. Surely picking a few flowers from a random garden couldn't count as stealing. And God knows he wouldn't do it if he weren't penniless. Trying to survive college and paying for an apartment didn't leave him much. The money The Daily Bugle paid was shit. He had been selling photos for the damn newspaper since high school, but it was no use, Peter had to find a job that paid more than The Daily Bugle. And there was no way he was going to ask Aunt May for money, even though she would be happy to give him some. But that was another day's concern, for now, the only thing he needed to do was be quick. Because he knew if you found out that it was him who was stealing, sorry picking, your flowers he sure wouldn't be able to swing away this time. 

Peter honestly felt guilty about your flowers, they were lovely. And he knew this was a safe neighborhood, so he had no way of paying you back with saving you. He had been visiting Gwen every month since her death. It was one of the few things he could keep up with after he graduated high school. Daisies were Gwen's favorite. Peter knew he could easily find another place to pick the flowers, but he believed that there was something magical about the garden. He felt so much love around the house. Maybe it was a silly thing, but Peter thought Gwen would have loved that garden. 

Y\N had been sitting on her porch, hiding behind the dark blue armchair, actually too anxious to face the flower thief. You felt childish after some time. It was just a few daisies, right? There was no need to act like a crazy woman. As you were getting ready to go back inside, you saw him. He had an average height, brown messy hair. He was wearing a black t-shirt and an unbuttoned baby blue shirt with a greenish-brown jacket. Y\N's anger turned back the minute she saw him touch the flowers. 

"You, flower thief!" 

A moment before, Peter felt like his whole body was on edge as if bells were ringing in his brain. But he was already late to realize she had been waiting for him and there was no way to run, he wasn't wearing his suit. Where were the damn spider-senses when he needed them the most? So, he just stood there, speechless, his hand hanged above the daisies. She was pretty, as pretty as the flowers before him. Guilt heating his face, Peter couldn't help but stare at you with his eyes wide open like a dumbstruck idiot. He felt like his lunch was climbing its way back up. 

You were now, standing few steps away from him. "You've been stealing my flowers for months!" 

Peter held his hands up in defense. "Look, I can explain." 

Y\N put her hands on her hips, one eyebrow raised, waiting for an explanation. Your heart beating like crazy. Even though it was still bright and you were in the middle of a road, he was a man. A man taller and despite looking skinny, stronger than you. But you hold your face as still as you could.  

"Go on then." 

Peter couldn't find the words to explain. What was he going to say? Sorry, I thought my dead girlfriend would love your flowers so, I've been stealing them, I hope you don't try to kill me. No fucking way. His mouth opened and closed few times, making you sigh. You realized the boy wasn't going to give you any answer. He was probably taking them to his girlfriend or boyfriend. 

"Are they pretty?" you asked, dropping your hands. Peter, very confused, kept on staring at her. You rolled your eyes at how silly he was. "The person you're taking my flowers to." Something at the back of your mind hoped he would say they were for his mother. Now that you were closer you could see the sweet hazel color of his eyes. 

"Um-" His hand went up, scratching his neck. "She is." 

She was.

He shuffled through his pants pockets. "I have a photo-" 

"No." You stopped him. "I want to see if she is pretty enough for my daisies." 

"What?" Peter tried to grasp his head around the idea. 

"I want to see her and tell her that her boyfriend is a thief. C'mon." 

"I don't think-"  Peter was getting anxious, now. How was he supposed to tell you that her girlfriend was dead? 

"Of course you don't think." You started walking. "C'mon, now. Take the flowers." 

Peter didn't know what to do so he went with it. What could go wrong, right? 

"I'm sorry," Peter said after some time. "I have no excuse for what I did." 

His head hung low, watching his steps as he walked. He knew he would stutter if he looked at your face. Peter had a habit of getting tongue-tied around pretty girls. And, well, you were the prettiest girl he had ever seen. Mind you, he wasn't even thinking about Gwen anymore, which made him feel kinda guilty. 

"It's okay." You had your hands in the pockets of your jacket. "My life's been boring lately. You were the only exciting thing, I guess." 

"I'm sure you have more exciting things than me." Peter still didn't look at you but you could see him smiling.

"It's Y\N, by the way." You kept your eyes on him. "If you wanted to know the name of a woman you constantly robbed."

He laughed. "Peter, Peter Parker." His eyes finally met yours. It was ridiculous, how easy it was to just look at his face and feel safe even though he was a stranger. His smile grew even more. It was almost contagious, his smile. He had something about him that made you wanted to scream and purr like a cat at the same time. You felt yourself getting overwhelmed, he was making you weak at the knees. So, you pulled your eyes away from him. 

Pull yourself together, woman! He has a girlfriend.

You were too distracted to realize where was Peter taking you until you arrived. It was the same route you took whenever you felt like talking to your mother. Peter and you were standing just outside of the graveyard. Your head whipped around, turning to Peter. He had a soft smile on his face. 

"Peter, I-" 

"It's okay." 

"No, It's not okay." You took a deep breath, pressing your palms into your eyes. "I'm such a dick." 

"No, you were just mad at me." 

You slouched your shoulder, didn't know what to say. What would even one say in this situation?

"C'mon." Peter's warm hand was gently holding your arm, now. "Let's go see her." 

You didn't talk until you arrived at the tombstone. Peter put the flowers in front of it. 

"Daisies were her favorite." He had a sweet look on his face, he put his hands back into his pockets. 

"They were my mother's favorite, too." You murmured, but Peter could hear you perfectly. "I think that's why I overreacted you picking the flowers. I wasn't thinking." 

"Oh, It's not stealing anymore, then?" He teased. "It's okay, honestly. She would've liked you. You have that fire in you like you could make the world better just with a gesture of your hand. She liked that kind of people, that can light the room with their smile." 

"I think I would've liked her, too." You said, your eyes on the tombstone.

Gwen Stacy. 

Her name was familiar to you. You didn't know where, but you were sure you had heard before. Still, you didn't ask Peter anything, assumed he wouldn't be comfortable talking about it. You didn't say anything until you were out of the graveyard. You knew you would come back tomorrow to see your mother, but with Gwen on your mind. 

The more you looked at his face the more you could see him. Peter wore his heart on his sleeve, he was easy to read. "You blame yourself." You said, nodding your head slowly. You smiled after seeing the face he made. "It's okay, I know the feeling." 

"Your mother?"

"Yeah." 

Neither of you talked for a long time. Peter could tell you weren't ready to talk about it. He knew it wasn't easy to open up, especially to a stranger. It'd been years since he talked about Gwen, so, he knew the feeling, too. 

You felt your phone buzz in your pocket. It was a message from Mary Jane.  "Just arrived home, you owe me." 

"That's it!" You exclaimed, remembering your talk with Mary Jane. "That's how I knew her name!" 

Peter, looking very confused, asked you. "What?" 

"Gwen, her name was very familiar." Pocketing your phone again. "I have a friend, Mary Jane, who went to the same high school with Gwen. I've seen her in the yearbook. That's where I recognized her name." 

"You know MJ?"

"Oh, yeah," you laughed. "We met in Brooklyn, probably four years ago. I think it was very late, some guy was trying to get her number even though she said no, like five times. And I hadn't had the best day of my life. So, I punched the guy and told him to leave her alone. We have been friends ever since."

Peter was amazed. He didn't know how much cooler you could get. 

"You know her, too?" 

"Yeah, We've been friends for a long time. My aunt kinda tried to set us up."  

You laughed. Peter and Mary Jane seemed like two opposite characters. You would never imagine them together. But again, maybe Peter's pretty face was affecting your judgment. You didn't know. He made your mind foggy. At last, you found yourselves at your front yard again. Your eyes wandered over the empty spots that daisies left. 

"Would you like to get a coffee sometime?" Peter was leaning against white fences that surrounded your garden. He had that sweet smile on his face again. "So I can pay you back for daisies."

You bit your lips to stop yourself from smiling so much. "Gwen was pretty enough for them. You can have some once a month when I'm not looking." Peter was feeling like you were about to turn him down. Both of you knew this wasn't really about the damn flowers. But again, Peter was every so often wrong about these kinds of things. "But you know, maybe not Saturdays. I'm usually free for a cup of coffee on Saturdays." Peter was ready to feed himself with only pasta for a week if it meant he would get to see you again. 

You could visibly see Peter's eyes liting up. "Just one cup?" 

You shrugged. "Tea is fine, too." 

"I didn't know MJ had friends like you." He said, intensely watching your every move. 

"Like me?" You were so sure something bad was coming, he was simply too good to be true.

"You know, this beautiful. If I had known, I would have visited her more."

"Wow, you are hiding a monster under that pretty face, don't you?"