#tom demming x reader

[lumillsie]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ castle masterlist. ੈ✩‧₊˚

╰┈➤ kate beckett, richard castle, javier esposito, kevin ryan, lanie parish, tom demming, hayley shipton, alexis castle (platonic)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ kate beckett. ੈ✩‧₊˚

tba.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ richard castle. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ javier esposito. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ kevin ryan. ੈ✩‧₊˚

tba.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ lanie parish. ੈ✩‧₊˚

tba.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ tom demming. ੈ✩‧₊˚

tba.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ hayley shipton. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ alexis castle. ੈ✩‧₊˚

tba.

[dem-fics-tho]

Not So Secret (Part 2)

Pt. 1

Summary: You try to gather proof that Peter is Spiderman, with Ned helping unknowingly. You questions lead him to a different realization though, and you go to bed worrying about your dad. 

Word Count: 2048

Pairing(s):  Eventually Peter Parker X Reader

Warnings: None

A/N: Listen guys, I’m really sorry that this took me forever to actually give you. I was dealing with writer’s block for awhile, then kinda of went through a three week period of being really really depressed. And then I couldn’t decide how I actually wanted this chapter to go XD So I apologize for taking so long. I’ll try to get the next part up more quickly. Maybe next week when my winter break starts :) Reblog it if you like it! ^.^

It was Thursday now and you were almost at your wit's end. There was no solid proof that Peter could possibly be Spiderman. You thought that by watching him throughout the week, it would become obvious to you that he was the web-slinging superhero. Nothing akin to that had occurred though. In fact, it had been nearly the opposite.

You’d known Peter a little bit freshman year and he had been a skinny and scrawny kid. He had gotten taller since then and had grown out some, but that could just be attributed to a growth spurt over the summer. Everyone went through those over the course of their high school career. Peter had also been clumsy last year, and on Monday you didn’t think he was as clumsy. People don’t just lose that kind of trait. After all, you’d been tripping over your own feet for years and no amount of balance helped. Spiderman wouldn’t be clumsy, not with superpowers and super abilities. So you were leaning towards the fact that his superpowers had erased his clumsiness… right up until he walked into a locker door that had been left open. Peter was still just as clumsy.

Figuring that Ned would know (Peter and he were practically brothers) you decided to ask him some questions in your English class. Your teacher was sick for the day and you had a sub, one who had a reputation among the students for giving them a study hall and not caring what they did during those forty-seven minutes. You made sure to get to your class early enough to sit next to the seat that Ned always occupied. It worked out well since the next person who came in took your usual seat, so now you had an excuse as to why you were there. When Ned finally came in, he raised an eyebrow at your changed seat but you merely gestured to your usual seat and shrugged.

After the substitute had taken attendance, you closed your reading book and turned to your desk partner for the day. Ned was playing some sort of game on his phone but when he realized that you were watching him, he paused it and looked up at you questioningly. You were suddenly nervous, unsure of how to start the conversation.

“The decathlon is tomorrow, right?” you said eventually, hoping you didn’t sound nervous. Ned’s eyes immediately sparked with excitement and he shut off his phone.

“Yeah! It is. I’m super nervous. I didn’t do it last year so it’s my first time and I don’t know what to expect. Peter said doesn’t feel super competitive since the whole thing isn’t, like, first to respond gets the point. He said that the hardest part is the written part since it’s timed and you never really know what they’re gonna put on the test. I wish Peter was going, I’d feel a lit let nervous if he was.”

You tilted your head, feigning surprise at his words. “Peter’s not going?” you questioned. “But he went last year, didn’t he? They almost won too. Why wouldn’t he go this year? Is he too busy or something?”

You could almost see the gears turning in Ned’s head. He was never a very good secret keeper, barely able to keep anything quiet for long. Seeing emotions flicker across his face only proved your assumption that he knew Peter’s spider secret.

It was a few moments before the boy actually responded, avoiding your eyes as he did so. “Um, yeah, he’s pretty busy. You know, the Stark internship and stuff. Super busy. Mr. Stark has him work, um, weird hours and stuff so he doesn’t want to miss anything important this weekend.” Ned glanced up at you and you could in his eyes that it was a lie. Regardless, you decided to play into the story.

“Oh, that’s too bad. Well, it’s really cool that he gets the opportunity. I’ve heard that Mr. Stark doesn’t usually take on interns that are so young. Do you know why he decided to take on Peter?” you asked, trying to see how much of a story Peter had come up with. You couldn’t possibly be the only one to question this. Ned looked relieved at the question and didn’t hesitate a moment before answering.

“Oh, Peter signed up for this grant thing called the September Foundation. Mr. Stark came up with it and he uses it to help fund students and stuff who show promise at doing cool stuff. Like Peter, he’s really good with electronics. He can fix a lot of stuff, build really cool contraptions. Like he’s built these really cool we-” Ned suddenly clapped his hands over his mouth to silence his words. His eyes were wide and if you had to bet money on it, you would say that he had been about to say “web shooters.” It’s what Spiderman was most famous for, other than his witty comments stuff. You hid your smile well and pretended to ignore the comment as he continued.

“He’s… he’s just good with his hands,” Ned said weakly. Realizing how his words might come across, he scrambled to fix it. “I mean! He’s good at building things! He can fix stuff!” At the boy’s red face and nervous eyes, you couldn’t help but laugh.

Stifling your giggle after a moment, you said, “I know what you meant Ned.” He looked relieved and made a move to grab his phone again. You turned towards your own things, signaling the end of the conversation. You’d gotten the info you wanted, for the most part, and Ned probably wanted a breather. He’d simultaneously embarrassed himself and almost revealed his best friends secret. Anyone would want to take a break from that. Glancing over at him, you noticed that he wasn’t in a game, but instead texting someone. Probably Peter. You didn’t want to be caught spying and you glanced away, but not before noticing the text he’d just sent: 

Guy in the Chair - Y/N’s askin questions bout u

The rest of the class went by in relative silence. You played some music on your phone as you read, glancing over at Ned every once in awhile to find him either texting Peter or playing a game. When the bell rung you packed your things and turned to tell Ned that you’d see him later, out of politeness of course. However, he was already out of his seat and you barely caught a glimpse of him leaving the room before he disappeared into the crowd. Sighing, you stood up and began the trek to your locker.

Your locker was only a spots away from Peter’s and when you reached it, you could see him putting books and notebooks inside, pulling out what he needed. Your eyes widened slightly. This was the closest you’d been since Saturday, other than the classes that the two of you shared but those didn’t exactly count. Feeling heat rise to your cheeks, you kept your head down and made it to your locker. Once you’d opened it, you tried to move quickly. Peter may not have fully noticed you on Friday night but who's to say he wouldn’t suddenly remember seeing you and try to strike up a conversation? You suddenly froze when you heard Ned approach and start talking excitedly.

“Dude! I think Y/N has a crush on you!”

Peter quickly shushed him, probably gesturing behind them to tell his eager friend that your locker was close by. But your cheeks had already heated up again for a different reason than earlier. Straining your ears, you tried to overhear what was being said but all you could hear was shushed whispering, a locker slamming, and footsteps heading away. You closed your own locker and stared at the boys’ retreating backs. Why would Ned have reached that conclusion? You hadn’t really given any clue that you had a crush on him… right?

Shaking your head, you pushed the thoughts away and turned to head in the opposite direction. You had a class to get to and Mr. Clemen hated tardy students.

-----

One thing you disliked about living a little further from school: you had to walk. The bus didn’t come to your neighborhood and since your dad was always gone, you didn’t have anyone to give you a ride. Liz had offered a few times but you didn’t want her to go out of her way to do anything for you. Besides, since homecoming was right around the corner, she had to stay after school nearly every day to ensure that preparations were going smoothly and that everything would be ready on time. You didn’t mind waiting of course, but you’d rather get home quickly. A taxi or bus would’ve been a good option but they were too expensive to take advantage of every day. However, walking was nice and relaxing. It gave you some alone time without actually feeling alone. It was only twenty minutes anyway, so it didn’t take too long.

You steps sounded soft on the pavement as you strode home, scrolling through your phone as you waited for lights to turn red so you could walk across the road. Your Tumblr feed was dry and nothing new was coming up. Not feeling like looking anything new up, you switched over to your texting app. Nothing new from friends. There was a new text from your dad though.

Pausing in your walk, you hesitated. You didn’t want to read the text if it was him telling you that he couldn’t make tomorrow’s meeting. You’d been ignoring the topic all week, trying to distract your mind with other matters, but it had only partially worked. The work in Sokovia was going slowly and you wouldn’t be totally surprised if it kept your dad for longer than either of you had anticipated. With a sigh, you turned the phone off and slid it into your pocket. You would worry about it later. You had homework to get to and a dog to cuddle with.

You walked the rest of the way home quickly, eager to be done with your studies and go to the park with Puddles. You’d made a habit of visiting regularly, even though you knew that the chances of seeing Peter or Spiderman there again were very slim. It was a small park anyways and didn’t have kids playing there every day. Maybe you’d do your homework there...

-----

It was almost ten o’clock now. You’d spent the last two hours at the park, shifting from scrolling blankly through your phone and playing with Puddles. She was asleep next to you on your bed, snoring softly. You smiled fondly and rubbed her soft ear, causing the creature to snort and roll over, almost rolling off the bed. You’d eaten a dinner of cold pizza (your favorite) and had watched tv for a little bit but quickly grew bored. There wasn’t anything new on the Spiderman website you’d found earlier that week. Going to bed would be better for you.

Your phone screen lit up just as you were about to climb out of bed to turn the lights off. The notification said that you’d received another text from your dad and you remembered that you hadn’t bothered to check what he’d sent earlier that day. Sighing, you went and turned the light off anyways, climbing back into your bed and grabbing your phone. You prepared yourself for the worst. Opening the app, you read through the texts, unsure of whether it was a good thing or not.

Sent at 11:48 AM

Dad - Sweetheart could you call me soon? I have some things to tell you

Sent at 3:01 PM

Dad - Want to make sure you call me soon. Please try and do so before Friday night, okay Y/N?

You obviously didn’t have time to call him right now seeing as how you were supposed to be asleep. It could wait until tomorrow… right? You sighed again, turning your phone off as you plugged it in to charge for the night. Hopefully whatever your dad had to talk to you about wouldn’t include something bad. You’d call him during your free hour at school.

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@ aussie-mantle

[andieperrie18]

Why Tom Sees as the Best GF!!

- You are damn right supportive

- " yourusername: @tomholland2013 GO GET'EM MI SPIDER BOY! "

- the best TLC giver.

- " Awhh. . . Come here you poor poor Potato. . Your mommeh gotcha. "

- Best Spiderman kiss giver.

- " Shouldn't it be the other way around Y/n? I am the one acting Spiderman. "

- " No sheet sherlock. Don't care and give meh my kiss MJ. "

- corniest joker

- " Tom what is poultry? "

- " Isn't that about chicken? "

- " no its not. Its a number! "

- " Care to elaborate? "

- " its the number comes after 39! See look! Thirty-eight, thirty-nine, Poul-try. . . Get it."

- " . . . . "

- " Tom, who's the most powerful Father?"

- " Oh ghad Y/n please don't "

- " GODFATHER!! "

- You give no sheet to Haters love.

- randomhater: your ugly! You don't deserve Tom!

- " Ohhh a Hater! Number. Wait what number was the last one. . .39 . .41 . . . Oh! Right! 1 945! Oohh people another record! Hashtag most haters competition. I'll be able to beat Venus now! "

- " Don't you get affected? "

- " mehh . . . Should I care? Haters are people who wants to have what you have. Let Karma do his job Love. Some people are just mad dogs son! "

- and most of all! You Love Him for who he is!

Shout out to my fellow writers! I have notice in wattpad that many good writers quit wattpad to write on Archive of our own! I speak for them! Don't let people's word get to you! Each one is Unique in their own ways. You guys are artist and mean't to be acknowledge!

Be more! Let the others hate. Don't focus on them and focus on what you like and the other readers that love your works!

And for the Haters. . . .

Pika pika! Bitch!

[charnelhouse]

soft spoken with a broken jaw

Pairing: Will Miller x F!Reader (TF! Poly Vibes Universe) Wordcount: 1.7K Warnings: rough smut. hate sex (but really love sex). violence. ptsd. self-hate. Summary: You and Will before it all. A/N: someone asked for the first time you fucked Will Miller before all the poly vibes happen. this really is all about dem years before shit goes down with the crew. title from Scar Tissue by RHCP. I made reader's call sign Bambi in this.

Santi does not know the reason behind Will hating you and you hating Will.

He doesn’t know how it happened or when. He doesn’t know when that piece fell away. Did it happen overseas? Did it happen as soon as you met? He’s asked Benny and Frankie and even Tom when he was alive.

Why the fuck are they always at each other’s throats? Did they hook up or something - have a bad break up?

Benny shakes his head. “The problem,” he says sagely, hand scrubbing over his overgrown facial hair. “Is that they need to fuck.”

It’s the strangest dynamic because you are perfectly in sync in every other aspect. You fight beautifully together - you predict the other’s movements. If Will is on the second floor and heading toward the East window, you are right there below him - only separated by wood and stone. You react like a machine - a well-oiled and stunning machine that works a treat.

Then the dust clears - the blood dries on both of your faces - your breath evening out to a slow, easy pace.

“Ironhead,” you hiss as you shove at his shoulder. “You fucked my shot up!”

He scoffs. “You need to check your eyes, Bambi.”

You huff and he scowls, turning your backs on each other like you can’t even bear the sight of the other’s face.

***

The first person Will fucks when he’s back on American soil is his high school girlfriend.

It’s his first leave - his first time back home where the world is startlingly different from what he had just seen and been a part of.

He’s a little ruined. The tinsel shines too bright. The red gift wrapping makes him think of spilled blood glimmering on hot sand. He gets sick at the sight of his mother’s pot roast - the pink meat making him think of a man he had watched burn to death due to the aftermath of an explosive. Flames licking at his fatigues.

But Will compartmentalizes. He keeps his expression cheerful for his parents’ sake and Benny who was still in high school. Still fresh-faced and velvet with young muscle.

He needs some release so he calls up his ex and takes her to a spot they used to visit during senior year. It’s a quick fuck - sloppy and awkward as he takes her from behind in the backseat of his ancient SUV. He’s got his hands in her hair - hips snapping up against her ass as she howls for him when suddenly the scene changes.

He thinks of you. The girl on his squad who took no shit especially from him. He sees your hair spill through his finger - your profile peering up at him over your shoulder as you thrust your ass back on his cock - meeting him stroke for stroke. Your cunt open and slick - red and dark around him - achingly tight.

It makes his balls lock up - his climax ram into his groin with the power of a freight train. Just your damn face - just the thought of you. He thanks God he wore a condom because he wouldn’t have had the time to pull out.

When his ex turns toward him - hands on his chest - his waist - the croon of a girl still hung up on their history - he flinches away.

He guesses that was the start of it. When he realized how terribly he wanted you. He’d recognized it and immediately pulled the clutch and hit reverse. He was your teammate and he couldn’t pound the ever-living shit out of his teammate because it was simply a bad idea. If he did have you - it would be all of you - it would be bone-rattling, bruising sex that made you both walk funny the next day.

But that was bad. That was wrong.

He burns the fantasy. Just as he burns and begs for you - he mentally shoves it deep. Lights a match and let’s it curl black like a flamed up photograph.

He rips away from the thought and image and idea. He channels his desire into something else.

It is simply easier to hate you.

**

You hate Will. You hate his face - his lean muscle - his ability to control and manipulate shit that goes beyond the damn lines of duty.

You hate that he has gotten better - matured into something stoic and logical. He likes to watch you when he doesn’t think you’re looking. His gaze weighty and thoughtful and deeply concerned as if you are a broken thing - a ruined thing - a lost fucking soul.

You are still part of his team. You are still tethered to him due to the intimacy of the things you've shared. You've killed together.

You are at Frankie’s condo as Santi goes over the planning for the next trip. He is once again dragging you down into something probably personal, but will pay you in kind.

It’s all you fucking know how to do. It’s what you are all good at. The heft of a fired gun in your hand - the taste of adrenaline. It’s not even about the money for you. Not really. It just feels kind of pitiful to admit that.

You walk into Frankie’s kitchen - trailing your fingers over the magnets on his fridge - the photos. Your face smiling brightly under Benny’s arm. They’re your family.

You’re a broken thing. Lonely as ever.

“You ready for this?”

Will’s voice strikes your nerves - the deep, grave weight of it.

The happiest I am is when I’m unconscious.

That’s literally so fucked up, Bambi. Jesus Christ.

“Aren’t I always?” you murmur as you turn around to glare at him.

He fills out the doorway - his broad shoulders - tapered waist - the black scrawl of his tattoos climbing up sun-kissed arms.

I got this for you.

No you didn’t

I did. Hurt like hell.

“You’ve been quiet,” he remarks - stepping into the kitchen - into your space. His blue eyes searching your face for something.

You miss the old Will - the Will who truly loved to antagonize you. Will in his twenties had been a fucking beast - fragmented and held together by just enough sense to keep him breathing. He’d found his head at some point - discovered relative calm. A solution.

You had been left behind - struggling to reach that same level and coming up empty.

He was still an asshole though.

He stalks forward - crowding you up against the counter. His chest at your nose - his breath warm on your face. You shiver despite the heat of him.

“I worry about you,” he says - like a coax - a curled finger - c’mon trust me baby - trust me sweetheart.

“Don’t,” you reply as you shove him backward. The crumple of his expression - the slight irritation - the blink of old Will who hated your stubbornness. “Don’t start.”

He isn’t completely enlightened.

“I’ll see you guys tomorrow,” you shout as you brush past him - down the hall - through the frames of memories before you slam the front door.

That night, you press your fingers between your legs - slide them through the seam of your pussy. You think of Will’s mouth on you - the pressure he uses when he grips your arms and pins you beneath him. How he carries his considerable weight because he never wants to crush you. (But that’s all you want - need - please bury me with you - drown me in your tattoos and your bones and your body, Miller.)

Listen to me. Listen. I’m here to help.

No.

You shake apart on your fingertips - thighs clenched together - stars behind your eyes as your skin drips sweat beneath your linen blankets. You remember the first time.

**

Four years previous - you fucked Will Miller and now that little memory sits between you.

There’s blood on your hands. The man who was about to blow Will’s brains to high heaven is dead on the floor. The combat knife clatters - bouncing off your boot and spinning out beneath a cupboard.

Will’s eyes are enormous as he whirls around to look at you. His complexion pale and chalky with shock.

You swallow thickly - the taste of viscera nearly making you sick.

“He was going to…” you shudder.

His jaw flexes, a sharp noise of frustration - as if he isn’t sure how to parse what just happened. What this means for both of you?

He grabs your wrist, dragging you forward. He lifts your face to his, his gun still locked in his hand - searing hot against your cheek. “You stupid girl,” he growls - sounding incredibly pissed. “What the fuck were you thinking?”

You hate him. You hate him. You hate him so fucking much.

But love and hate are not far divided - they’re on the same spectrum - close - intimate - strung together and loosely packed. Will Miller had never treated you with anything beyond annoyance - frustration - disdain.

Still - he had watched you like he could force you over a hard surface and bury himself into you from behind.

Still - he found ways to run his knuckles over your hand - grip your waist.

Still - he had held you the first time you went into shock.

“I don’t know,” you whimper as he cradles your jaw. “I don’t know.”

Your tongue tastes like copper. There’s so much pain in your head and grief and all of that fucking love for him.

“You saved me,” he repeats - like even he can’t quite believe it.

“Asshole,” you retort. It comes out lame and broken. You don’t know how to turn back to the clean, clear lines of what you both were - had been.

His blue eyes go sea-dark. Hungry. Insistent. They trace your face - searching searching searching.

It’s the blood. The smell of cordite.

He knows - it’s plainly written on your features as you gasp for breath - as you start to cry.

He says your name softly and then he says baby and then he rips you toward his mouth and he kisses you wet and frantic. His tongue is searing and thick and it’s a messy meeting of lips as he nips and crushes and tastes you.

It’s all a blur. You’re near-blind to it. You’re pinned and your spine is scraping up the wall, your ankles crossed above his ass. He watches you as he presses in slow - as your pussy blooms around the bulbous tip of his cock. He pushes and pushes until he’s fully seated inside you. He exhales sharp and low before he suddenly pulls out. Another breath. A ragged snarl. He snaps his hips upward and slides back to the hilt.

“Fuck,” he hisses before he starts to thrust at a deliberate, powerful pace. There’s the blunt-edge of each groan he pants into your mouth. Your fingers slide beneath his shirt - nails scratching at the raised flesh of scars and bruises and swollen muscles.

You’re so needy for him. You whine and moan and sigh like it’s breaking you apart.

“You stupid fucking girl,” he husks. “You gonna keep hating me? Even if I make you cum? Just save my life and not expect…not expect…”

It’s so fucking inappropriate - totally - utterly - not by the book. But you are impossibly overwhelmed and Will’s cock feels perfect as it stretches you open - as each stroke makes you cry out against his lips.

“I hate you,” you bite.

“No you don’t,” he sighs as he dips his fingers between you to drag heavy over your clit. He swirls and pinches and shoves his thumb down over your bundle of nerves while your pelvis bucks up against him. Your lower muscles flex and quirk and Will’s cock pulses and throbs as he grinds himself to the hilt.

He’s so alarmingly handsome - his shoulders heave and roll as he uses every ounce of his strength to fuck you into the wall. His gaze too intense and heavy and drowning you on dry land as you meet his eyes and cling to his neck and exhale.

“Gonna cum-m. Gonna - fuck that feels good.’

“Do it,” he pleads. “Do it for me. Let go, sweetheart.”

You release.

**

Now

Benny and Santi and Frankie slowly step ahead of you - mapping the road and the trails. The scratch and slide of waxy banana leaves against your bare arms. The mud is giving beneath your boots. The taste of adrenaline as it surges through your throat and veins and head.

Will is at your back. The rain pelting you both - soaking your skin and hair and pants.

He’s different now - it’s different now. It’s too hard to be here with him with all this unsaid shit.

Easier to hate you. Easier. Easier.

Even though he’d left his fiance. Even though he stares at you like you hang the fucking sun. Even though you had tried to forget him with your ex-partner in a hundred cities. That sex had been something, but it hadn’t been Will.

“You ready for this?” he asks - soft as a secret - thick with concern and the kind of tenderness only reserved for lovers.

“Yeah,” you answer as you lean back into his chest - as you let yourself give in and hope. "I am.”

[folklorefairyy]

* my all time faves!

celebration post !

this list could be so much longer and there are some amazing moots i have that i havent included or haven’t had the chance to read for (namely bucky since that list is so big dhdhd) and so check out the moots tagged on my celebration post and go check out all their works because they are genuinely amazing)

i might do another of these one day so that i can get more fics on but just know if you’re a moot and i havent included a fic of yours i love your work and i love you and i just think ur amazing

➱ Bucky Barnes

wakanda by @buckybarnesdiaries *

Steve gives you Bucky's dog tags for a reason.

froot loops by @burninmatches // more than just destruction *

bucky helps you during a tough time and maybe your relationship is not just mentor and student.

drunk in love by @burninmatches

you got infected by the love serum and now you’ve fallen in love with one of your closests friends, peter parker. what happens to your boyfriend, bucky barnes?

as long as i’m here, no one can hurt you by @blackberrybucky *

bucky holds you through the sadness

i’d never hurt you by @cap-n-stuff *

bucky x short!civilian!fem!reader who meet in Bucharest with reader as a tourist and as Bucky’s getting his plums reader trips and catches her - a relationship ensues yet the fairytale comes crashing down when Bucky is framed for the UN bombing and Steve and Sam come to get him

innocence by @extremelyblackandwhite

bucky barnes, recently retired avenger, is hired as a bodyguard for an innocent upcoming actress.

warm by @revengingbarnes *

“The fire alarm in our building went off and you rushed out without a coat. Wanna share my blanket?”

period. by @greyslytherin

Bucky Barnes taking care of the reader while she’s on her period

bucky having a nightmare by @cap-n-stuff

imagine bucky having a nightmare and walking into the readers room with a blanket and waking her up asking to be the small spoon

➱ Peter Maximoff

the coolest twinkie by @amourtentiaa *

where the reader discovers they have a mutation and is lowkey panicking and Peter is just there like “BUT THIS IS AWESOME!” and just generally full of encouragement while trying to calm you tf down

adventures in parenting 101: nightmares by @milkytheholy

peter maximoff x reader being new parents and raising a kid in the mansion

ivy by @sunflowergirl522 *

Your mutation is controlling and growing plants. Peter spots you one day while he’s running and makes it his mission to get close to you. You then use flowers to tell him what you think of him without actually saying it.

(just check out zoe’s full peter maximoff masterlist because she’s bloody incredible at writing peter and i need to read more of them!!)

bad behaviour by @free-pool-trash *

Peter x Reader where they’re in the sitcom reality and Billy and/or Tommy get in trouble in school so they ask them to pretend to be their parents so Wanda and Vision don’t find out

convenience store by @quicksilverownsmysoul

you work at the local convenience store, everyday the same, that is until someone speeds by. Someone brings a little more excitement to your life than you bargained for

➱ Pietro Maximoff

the other half by @burninmatches

You and Pietro have been walking through the fine line past friends and before… something else. Perhaps a handful of moments, though the domestic bliss of sharing food to the boiling feelings under your skin, would change everything. 

double sided recipe card by @vanillann *

where the reader tries to cook sokovian food for him because he’s homesick

kiss of life by @dem-obscure-imagines

You are an Avenger with the power to heal. However, you didn’t expect to catch feelings for the man you brought back from the dead.

➱ Peter Parker

sweater weather by @beskar-tano *

You spend a cozy evening by the bonfire with the Avengers and your boyfriend, Peter Parker.

the ship by @itsapeterthing *

you and your best friend and teammate, peter parker, go to a costume party only to discover that everyone believes that you and peter’s alternate super-hero identities are dating.

stuck in my brain by @felicityparkers

whatever music that is stuck in your head is stuck in your soulmate’s head too.

i have them too by @tom-holland-is-spiderman

A headcanon of Peter Parker comforting the reader with stretch marks and they get ashamed of them so they hide their body from Peter making him feel sad.

by the elevator by @peterbenjiparker * (there are two parts to this and the second is linked on the op)

You break your hand after punching the elevator door. But luckily the cute boy is there to help out. You thought you would never see him again but you both keep running into each other by the same elevator.

➱ Thor Odinson

totally not a date by @superficialstark *

in which you go on a double date with tony and pepper expecting steve to show up as a mate date and instead being met with thor who you can’t help but be charmed by

but i just wanna hear your voice by @blackberrybucky

thor comes back after they defeat thanos and tries to make things right with you.

➱ Wanda Maximoff

of taunts and tickles by @beskar-tano *

Wanda spent the past few days trying to cheer you up and bring you out of your dreadful slump. After trying almost everything, she resorted to her last hopeful idea: a tickle fight.

➱ Natasha Romanoff

my girl by @beskar-tano

Natasha surprises you with a romantic date by the lake, surrounded by the beautiful scenery as fall takes its toll on the changing leaves. 

➱ i’d love for you guys to suggest some fics for steve, sam and loki because i apparently don’t know of any in this dodgy brain of mine (she’s not working as i make this dhdhd) - you can also send some in for any i’ve not got too many fics on so far!

i havent written or read for star wars in so long (dw i am still a sw account and i love my sw moots ive just been on a marvel kick and haven’t had time to read many moots fics recently so they’re all piling up lol) and so i don’t think i could come up with a comprehensive enough list given the fact that there’s so many amazing fics coming out each day!

so instead i thought i’d direct you to some accounts that have some phenomenal work that i instantly fall in love with each time!!

➱ @etherealsanakin

poe dameron, anakin skywalker

➱ @xwing-baby

din djarin, poe dameron, star wars oc

➱ @dindjarindiaries

din djarin

➱ @sunsetkenobi

obi-wan kenobi, anakin skywalker, boba fett, din djarin, padmé amidala, rey, luke skywalker

➱ @artiza-n

anakin skywalker, marvel! (namely bucky)

➱ @beskar-tano

anakin skywalker, obi-wan kenobi, boba fett, din djarin, luke skywalker, fennec shand, poe dameron

➱ @anakinswhore

anakin skywalker

➱ @anakinlove

anakin skywalker

➱ @betweentwopines

din djarin, anakin skywalker, padmé amidala etc.

these are just some accounts that i have read regularly or some moots who post for these characters (and i need to get around reading for) but there’s so many more incredible writers for sw on here, some that i’m moots with too, that can self plug here if they want!! (my brain isn’t working today so i can’t think of everyone)

[raindancer2004]

“Call me Loki”

Word Count: 1,280 Demetri x reader Oneshot Warnings: Fluff, NSFW

NSFW Prompt: 6 and 27 from the nsfw list and of course for demetri please honey 🍯 For @vamp-army​

Y/N is a huge fan of Marvel; the films and comics, she even has POP! figures of some of her favourite characters. Y/N introduced Demetri to the Marvel Cinematic Universe when she moved into the castle and he enjoyed the films. He even read her comics whilst she slept being careful with them as he knew they meant a lot to his mate.  

“Grab the blindfold” Demetri called out to Y/N who was in the closet “What? Why?” She called back “Just do it darling, please. I have a surprise for you” He called back “Ok” She sighed and grabbed the blindfold from the ‘sexy drawer’ in their closet.

Y/N stepped out of the closet holding the blindfold in her hand “Put it on darling please” He smiled and watched as she put the blindfold on. He stepped forward and gently took her hand in his, guiding her out onto the balcony “Take a seat” He guided her to a chair and poured her a glass of Prosecco “You can take the blindfold off now” She removed it and gasped looking at the table in front of her. There was a vase filled with Roses, a Belgian Waffle topped with Strawberries and Maple Syrup, an ice bucket which held the Prosecco bottle and a glass of blood for Demetri. He took a seat opposite her and handed her an envelope “Here this is for you” She opened the envelope to discover two tickets to the upcoming Comic Convention in London. She smiled at him “Thank you babe. B-But how? They’re hard to get” “Luckily for me I don’t sleep so I queued in that online waiting room you received a link for, for seven hours and was able to purchase two tickets. I figured this is something you would like to tick off your ‘Bucket List’” Y/N got up from the chair and walked over to Demetri wrapping her arms around his neck “You’re the best” She pressed her lips to his “You’re the best too and I know that you were trying to get tickets…so I stepped in and helped” He replied smiling at her before capturing her lips with his.

A few days later and Gianna came up to Demetri and Y/N’s shared room with a few packages. She knocked on the door and waited for a moment until Demetri answered the door “I have packages for Y/N” She smiled at him before Y/N screamed “They’re here. They’re here.” She took the packages from Gianna “Thanks G” “You’re welcome Y/N” She replied chuckling “Good luck with her” Gianna said nodding at Y/N before turning to leave “Thanks, I think I’ll need it Gianna” He replied before closing the door.

“What’s in the packages darling?” He asked as he came to stand beside her “Costumes” She replied simply and continued to open the packages “Costumes?...” She nodded “…Costumes for what?” He asked “For the convention Dem. I figured we could dress up especially since it’s your first time at a convention” “Ok…What costume am I wearing?” He asked “You are going as Loki, God of Mischief” “Ok, I like the sound of that. Who are you going as?” He replied “Scarlet Witch” She replied and turned to face him and he nodded approvingly at her choice of costume “Thank you for doing this Demi” “Anything for you darling.” He kissed her temple.

One month later they arrive in London the day before the convention and make their way to their hotel. Y/N unpacks their costumes and hangs them up in the wardrobe along with a few other items. Demetri could tell how excited Y/N was to be in London and to be attending the convention as she hadn’t stopped smiling since they boarded the plane back in Italy. He was looking forward to sharing the experience with her and the fact that this was something she was passionate about made this trip all the more special. 

The following morning Y/N got dressed as Scarlet Witch and Demetri put on Loki’s costume and stood side by side in the mirror. “Wow” Demetri breathed when he saw his mate all dressed up “You look good too handsome” She told him before grabbing her phone and taking a selfie of the two of them all dressed up.

Once at the convention Demetri was amazed at how many people had dressed up for the event and the wide variety of characters chosen. Y/N’s eyes lit up the moment she entered the venue and he was pleased that he had managed to do this for her, as this would be a lasting memory for her. He bought them both a t-shirt as a memento of the day.

They attended a few of the panels that were on that day although Demetri didn’t like seeing Y/N look at her favourite actor Tom who played her favourite male character Loki with what only could be described as heart eyes. He realised that he was jealous, jealous of some human and he didn’t like it, not one bit so he decided he would ‘punish’ her for making him feel that way.

They arrive back at their hotel and Demetri decides that the only ‘Loki’ that gets to be with Y/N is him. “Stay in your outfit darling” He said as he gently grabbed her wrist to prevent her from entering the bathroom. Demetri pushed Y/N up against the wall of their hotel room and captured her lips with his in a rough but passionate kiss. She moaned into kiss and pulled him closer, her hands moving to his ass and giving it a squeeze. He growled low and kissed along her jawline towards her neck and he could tell she was getting aroused and smiled against her neck. His hands moved lower and undid her trousers and let them fall to the floor and moved them aside with his foot.

“Demetri…please” “The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh” Demetri told her as he used his thigh to part her legs “Why?” “Because you were looking at that Tom guy with heart eyes earlier” “Oh” She chuckled lightly “It’s not funny darling” He growled “It is a little funny. You my gorgeous, sexy vampire got jealous over a mere human, a human who just happens to be one of my favourite actors” “Seeing as you like Loki so much, you will call me Loki whilst you ride my thigh otherwise you won’t be getting off at all.” He said as he looked into her eyes and she nodded.

She kissed him, nipping at his bottom lip asking for entrance. As their tongues danced together Y/N grinded against Demetri’s thigh feeling the much needed friction against her clit and a sigh slipped past her lips. She continued to move against his thigh, riding him as the familiar feeling began to build low in her abdomen. “Loki…” “I know darling…relax…come for me” He replied low as one hand moved to her breast and gave it a squeeze before massaging it gently. His other hand on her waist as her movements sped up a little as she chased her release. A few moments later and the knot broke “Loki” She cried out as her release washed over her, some of her release leaking out of her and coating his costume covered leg “That’s my girl” Demetri praised her and wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her close as she came down from her high. “I love you Demi” She said as her head lay against her chest “I love you too darling and how about we share a bath” He replied and she nodded “I’d like that.”

[rosegoldquintis]

Run you clever girl

My first ever Tom Holland x Reader, hope you like it!!!!! Please leave some feedback and yeah, have a great day/night! 

The song is in Swedish and it's called Höga klackar and its by a band called Mares. 

 ALSO IT REALLY SUCKS MAINLY BC ITS 2.50 AM BUT THEN AGAIN MY WRITING ALWAYS SUCKS.

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Jag vet att du gör det rätta. Bättre fly än, än att illa fäkta.                             Vill du får du gömma dig, jag kommer aldrig att döma, nej.                               Jag kommer alltid finnas, alltid minnas, aldrig glömma dig.

He knew, he knew that he had to let her go. It was better for her to go while she still had the chance. Right now she was hiding, hiding away in her small one bedroom flat in the middle of London. When she said she wanted to leave he didn't force her to stay. She could see the tears in his eyes from where she was standing. 

 "Okay" he said "I get it, remember love, I'll always be here and I'll never ever judge you for wanting to leave." A small smile crept on to her lips as she removed the ring from her left hand, slowly walking out of the room.

Ensam i rummet, väggarna tjocka. Dörren är låst och nyckeln är borta 

The door was shut and locked and the curtains were drawn, the whole room was heavy, she woman sitting on the couch hadn't moved since she left the mobster. 

Du vill bort från alla dem.                                       Dem som ljuger, skriker, snackar. Du vill springa härifrån, på höga klackar.           Du vill framåt, men du faller.                                 Du vill framåt, men du backar. Du kommer aldrig härifrån, på höga klackar. 

She couldn't stand sleeping in the same bed as him anymore, knowing that he had killed, lied and manipulated so many people. Nowadays all he did was lie and lie, he couldn't even look her in the eyes anymore. 

She wanted to run. All the events and all the galas, she just wanted to run. She was tired of wearing high heels and fancy dresses. She was willing to run in her height heals if it meant getting out of there. When ever she took a step forward she always ended up taking three backwards. So many times she had stood out side of his office, ready to knock, but she never did. All she ever told herself was 'you'll never be able to get out'. At least not on high heels.

Du vill gömma dig från sanningen.                       Gömma dig från verkligheten.                               Dölja allt i vackra lögner.                                         Låtsas vara omedveten. 

He knew why she really wanted to leave. She couldn't handle the truth, she wanted to hide from his reality, which in a way had become hers too.             She wanted to live the apple pie life, have a white picket fence and he couldn't give her that. Now she could, she could cover everything in pretty white lies. 

För allting är någon annans fel.                             Fly från ansvar, skyldigheter.                                 Det är inte ditt problem.                                         Ta det med ditt samvete.

He always blamed someone else, it was never his fault. He never liked responsibility, he wanted her to know that it wasn't her fault. He never wanted her to blame herself for his actions. 

Ensam i rummet, väggarna tjocka.                       Dörren är låst och nyckeln är borta. 

Her sobs only grew louder as time went on and the door was still locked and the curtains were still drawn. 

 Some random tags because I can't access my original tags list right now: @hollandroos @bellero @anotherimaginescollection @foreverbeingthunderbuddy @bi-writes

[peterschoenau]

Die Blinde Göttin

  Roman

  BOL Rezension: Ein kleines erzählerisches Juwel: Peter Schönau verwebt geschickt Gegenwart und Vergangenheit zu einem dichten, spannungsgeladenen Thriller. Die Atmosphäre, die zwischen Bürgerkrieg und modernem Universitätsleben heraufbeschworen wird, lässt den Leser nicht mehr los: Packend von der ersten bis zur letzten Seite

  The present novel "THE BLIND GODDESS" may be called also a paraphrase of the "pharaoh's curse" or, with other words, a variation of the argument whether a curse, guilt, crime and punishment can emit an energy strong enough to seek revenge even in future generations.

  BOL review

  A small story-telling jewel: Peter Schönau cunningly interlaces present and past to create a tense thriller full of suspense. The atmosphere configured between Civil War and at present university life will continue to maintain its grip on the reader: thrilling from the first to the last page

    Der vorliegende Roman ist eine Paraphrase des “Pharaonenfluches” oder anders ausgedrückt eine Variation de Themas, ob ein Fluch, ob Schuld und Sühne eine genügend starke Energie ausstrahlen, um noch nach Generationen ihre Erfüllung zu suchen.

Allerdings ist der literarische Anspruch weniger prätentiös als es durch diese Einführung scheinen mag. Ich würde mein Buch eher als einen historischen Parapsychothriller bezeichnen (wobei ich bei dieser Bezeichnung hoffe, nicht zu unbescheiden zu klingen, aber das Urteil darüber muss ich anderen überlassen).

  Das Spiel mit der Zeit. Prolog: Eine Gruppe von Personen im Jahre 1850 auf einer Reise von Galway im Westen von Irland im Zwischendeck eines Dreimasters in die Neue Welt.

Hauptteil: Wir treffen sie in zwei Generationen: Während des Sezessionskrieges, wo sie Geschichte schreiben, und in der Gegenwart als Protagonisten eines Dramas. Am Ende überschneiden sich Vergangenheit und Gegenwart.

  “Manchmal möchte ich in diese Zeit zurückkehren", sagt John, "sie hatte Größe und war voll von Herausforderungen, der Mut des Einzelnen maß sich in Blut. Heute sind wir nicht mehr als die Metastasen eines globalen Krebses, der sich Globalisierung nennt, der größte gemeinsame Nenner eines Bruchs, der als Ergebnis nur Platz für das Mittelmaß lässt."

Chas schließt das Bordtagebuch von John Guthrie und antworte: “Ich halte dies mit der Rückkehr gar nicht für ein Problem, denn die Gegenwart ist Teil der Vergangenheit und die Vergangenheit ist Teil der Zukunft. Alles ist miteinander verbunden, wir bewegen uns in einem Netz von globalen Koordinaten. Warum sollte es nicht möglich sein, in der Zeit zu navigieren?"

  Klimax: John Guthrie und Charles Eytinge stehen sich in einer Seeschlacht gegenüber und  Charles Eytinge wird von John Guthrie getötet.. Fast 140 Jahre später rächt sich Chas Eytinge furchtbar für diese Tat (ohne es zu wissen). Alle 13 involvierten Personen sind Teil einer College-Theatergruppe und üben eine für das Theater adaptierte Version des Romans "1984" von George Orwell ein. Anfangs war John Guthrie nicht sicher, ob er die Rolle von Winston Smith übernehmen konnte, weil seine Sehprobleme noch nicht gelöst waren. Aber Taylor Guthrie überzeugt ihn. Bei einer Probe löst sich ein Scheinwerfer aus seiner Halterung, fällt auf Winston Smith alias John Guthrie, der im Gespräch mit Tom Parsons alias Charles Eytinge ist, und tötet ihn. Kurz vorher hatte Charles die Einstellung des Scheinwerfers beanstandet und diese selbst berichtigt. Es kommt zu einer polizeilichen Untersuchung, aber mit dem Ergebnis, dass der Tod von John ein Unfall ohne Einwirkung Dritter war.

Produktinformation

Format: Kindle Ausgabe

Dateigröße: 1954 KB

Seitenzahl der Print-Ausgabe: 270 Seiten

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Sprache: Deutsch

ASIN: B07QL9VJXF

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Produktinformation

Taschenbuch: 307 Seiten

Verlag: Independently published (12. April 2019)

Sprache: Deutsch

ISBN-10: 1093747870

ISBN-13: 978-1093747874

Größe und/oder Gewicht: 15,2 x 2 x 22,9 cm

[dem-fics-tho]

Not So Secret (Part 1)

Summary: After learning that your dad won’t be making it home in time for your weekly Friday visits to a park, you decide to go to Liz’s party to try and boost your spirits. When that doesn’t work, you instead head over to the park and see something that you probably shouldn’t have...

Word Count: 2347

Pairing: Eventually Peter Parker X Reader

Warnings: None

A/N: This was originally titled “The Night You Found Out” but I rewrote it because I didn’t like how it turned out. Hope you like it!

You checked your phone again, silently hoping that there would be a text from your dad saying that he would be able to come tonight. He hadn’t texted you at all this week, which wasn’t out of the ordinary, but now that it was Friday, you were starting to get a little worried. By now he would have at least said something as simple as “yes.” A sigh escaped your lips when no new text flashed across your phone’s screen and you slid the device back into your pocket. You plastered a smile on your face and engaged yourself in the lunch table chat once more, trying to push away your growing feeling of disappointment.

Friday was the one day that was guaranteed to you and your dad to spend time together. It was the one day that the Department of Damage Control let him go home for a few hours and recuperate from the week’s work. Ever since moving to New York and getting a house in Queens eight years ago, he’d been working every day every year to manage the cleanup of all the sites that the Avengers fought aliens, robots, and most recently, themselves. On Friday’s though, he would come home and no matter how late it was or how tired he was, the two of you would take a walk to the park three blocks away and just talk. The two of you would spend hours there, wasting time but spending it together. When you were younger you’d end up falling asleep and he’d carry you back.

Since starting high school at Midtown Tech last year though, the time you spent together got shorter and shorter. Your Friday’s would still be spent at that park but it was rare if it lasted more than an hour. Your dad would have to go to sleep and he’d be gone in the morning when you woke up. At the beginning of the year, he’d had to miss three of your Friday rendezvous when he took a trip to Sokovia to do a physical analysis of how the cleanup was going in the city of the robots. Those were the first Friday’s that you’d spent completely by yourself, not even able to call or text him since he was in the middle of basically nowhere. So it was just you at home. Your mom left four years ago due to the lack of contact with her husband, so it was just the two of you now. Well, mostly you and your dog Puddles. She was a gray Boston Terrier and your only companion after school.

“Y/N? You still with us?” questioned one of your friends. Realizing you’d drifted off again, you blushed and nodded. Liz smiled and continued talking, glancing at you a few times before you smiled at her in reassurance. She quirked an eyebrow, knowing that you weren’t okay but letting it go… for now. “You guys are all coming to the party, right?” the senior asked, looking around at the people sitting down. Each of them nodded in turn, exclaiming their excitement for the party. When her eyes landed on you, you merely shrugged. She knew how important Friday’s were for you and that you probably wouldn’t end up making it.

Betty came up to the table, interrupting the chatter as she asked to borrow Liz so they could work on some Homecoming stuff before lunch was over. The girls left and you watched them go. They passed a nearly empty table with only three people sitting there, all of them in your year. Michelle had her nose in a book (no surprise there) and Ned and Peter seemed to be almost arguing about something, with Ned’s face one of curiosity and Peter’s one of annoyance. Shrugging it off you stood up and collected your garbage and heading to the doors, throwing away your trash as you went. Might as well get to your next class early before the flood of people entered the hallways. You checked your phone one last time as you entered the hallway and tried to sigh when nothing new appeared on the screen.

You’d finished your homework an hour ago and now lounged on the sofa on your laptop watching videos of Spider-Man. You knew it was kind of lame, but to have a superhero who was not only based in Queens but also focused on the lesser crimes of the city was kind of cool. Besides, you kind of needed to follow the conversation whenever Liz turned it to Spider-Man, which was somewhat often because of her crush on him. Your phone buzzed from its place on the counter and you snuggled deeper into the couch, thinking it was probably from one of your friends asking if you were going to Liz’s party. Once the video finished, you set the laptop on the coffee table and stepped over to the counter to retrieve your phone. Leaning against the counter, you pressed the power button.

And nearly screamed in excitement. The screen read that you’d received a new text from your dad and you rushed to unlock the device to see what it read. In your hurry, you mistyped the words a few times before finally getting it right and clicking on your messages. The grin on your face quickly melted away though into a frown, your eyes stinging slightly from tears that threatened to form.

He couldn’t make it. Of course, he couldn’t make it. You weren’t even surprised anymore. Scowling in frustration, you pressed your phone screen against the counter, hiding the offending words from your eyes. He’d promised that he wouldn’t miss any more Friday’s. He’d promised. It seemed though, that promises were made to be broken. Puddles padded over from her napping spot under the coffee table and looked up at you as if to say that it would get better. You smiled slightly and bent over to scratch her ears before returning attention to your phone. Reading over the words once more you sighed and tapped out a quick text, trying not to let your anger or disappointment show. Once it was sent you clicked it off and placed it in your pocket.

Looking around the small living room you set your jaw and decided that you wouldn’t spend the night by yourself. Not this time. Ensuring that Puddles' food and water were full and that the doggy door to the backyard would work, you slipped on your shoes and a sweatshirt and headed for the door. Liz’s house wasn’t incredibly far from yours and since you lived in a good neighborhood you figured it’d be safe to walk there. The air was cool, beginning to hint that fall was on its way and the warm nights of summer were ebbing away.

The time passed quickly and you soon arrived at Liz’s front door. The music inside was loud enough that it’s low bass could be heard outside and it seemed to vibrate through your bones. Flash was probably the DJ again considering the fact that he always insisted that he could do it better than anyone else. Rolling our eyes, you knocked and waited a moment or two before opening the door and stepping inside. Yeah, there was no way that anyone would have noticed you knocking. A few of your classmates noticed your arrival and waved a greeting to you which you returned happily. This already felt better. Making your way to the kitchen, you spotted Liz filling up several plastic cups at the sink. You walked up and tapped her on the shoulder, grinning at the look on her face.

“Y/N! You made it!” she exclaimed. “I thought you had the thing with your dad though?” Your smile faded slightly and she caught on immediately. “Oh, I’m so sorry.” She moved to give you a hug. “I know it’s not easy not being able to see him all the time. My dad’s job is unpredictable too and I never know exactly when he’s gonna visit. If you want to come over at all next week or anything, don’t hesitate. You’re like a little sister to me, Y/N.” She squeezed you tightly for a moment and smiled. Someone behind your grabbed her attention and Liz looked at you for permission to leave. After a nod, she smiled softly at you and then left the kitchen. You turned to watch her leave, watched her great Ned and Peter as they came in through the front door.

Turning around once more, you grabbed a cup of water and a slice of pizza and headed outside. It was quieter and less crowded and even though you’d come to the party to be around people and not be by yourself, it was nicer being out here. Running a hand through your hair, you finished your pizza and looked up at the sky. There weren’t any stars out but you pretended that there were so you could have something to look at. You didn’t know how long you sat there for but out of the corner of your eye, you caught a glimpse of some blue fireworks. You watched the light pulse for a moment before standing up. The party had been a mistake. Making your way around the side of the house, you threw your cup in the garbage bin as you passed it upon reaching the sidewalk. Glancing one more time up at the house, you pulled up your hood and started heading home.

Your feet carried you while your mind wandered. You thought back to your day at school, hoping earnestly that your dad would reply with an affirmative answer. You’d come racing home, blazing through your homework and chores, maybe even getting a nap in before your dad came home. When he did get home, the two of you would make your way down to the park and find somewhere to sit and talk about his trip Sokovia last month, how work at the airport was going, where he was going next. He would ask about school and your projects, find something to tease you about. When your eyes started drifting shut you’d make your way back home. It’d be the perfect way to end the week.

As your mind had wandered, your feet had carried you to where you’d been thinking about: the park. You stood on the sidewalk and stared at it for awhile, watching the swings drift slightly in the soft breeze, listen to the crickets sing in the damp grass. Deciding to sit, you made your way over to a tree and sat down in the bark, your back against the rough wood. You faced the river, it’s waters lapping against the land in a soothing motion. On any other night, you probably would've fallen asleep but you were too awake now to drift off. You simply stared out at the water, the lights reflecting off of it, and thought.

Before long your thoughts were interrupted by something moving out in the water. Or, more appropriately, above the water. Squinting, you watched it approach, eyes widening when you realized that it was Iron Man. His metal suit glinted to the water on it and in his arms he carried something vaguely person-shaped. You stayed in the shadow of the tree and watched the events unfold, your curiosity getting the better of you. Iron Man set the thing he was carrying down on the jungle gym, somewhat roughly. It was indeed a person. Spider-Man, in fact. You were a little surprised to see the two superheroes together. Spider-Man had been present when the Avengers fought each other at that airport but since then the two hadn’t been spotted in the same place.

Spider-Man was dripping wet and shivering. He must’ve somehow ended up in a pool or something, or even the river itself. As you watched, he raised his arm up and slowly peeled the mask off of his head. You froze when you realized that you recognized that face underneath the mask. Even in the dark and a dozen or so feet away, you wouldn’t mistake that face for anyone else’s.

Peter Parker was Spider-Man. Spider-Man was Peter Parker. Peter had stopped a car from crashing into a bus with his bare hands. Spider-Man sat in front of you in science. Peter had fought Captain America. Spider-Man had the locker across from you. Your shock kept you from hearing what their conversation was about but you tuned back in when Iron Man blasted off, probably heading back for wherever the new Avengers base was. Peter sighed and his shoulders sagged as he grabbed his mask and rang the water out of it. He jumped off of the jungle gym and was about to pull the fabric over his head when he suddenly twisted and glanced in your direction. You froze, eyes wide, part of you hoping that he wouldn’t see you. Your wish was granted as he turned away and pulled the mask over his head.

The superhero adjusted the fabric and held up his hand to shoot out a web so he could swing away. When the webbing simply fell to the ground, damp because of the water, you nearly laughed at his reaction. Peter cursed and kicked the goopy material, which only served to get it stuck on his boot. He groaned and began to walk off, the webbing picking up a few pieces of grass and leaves. After he disappeared, you waited a few more minutes before getting up and leaving yourself. Running a hand through your hair, you wondered how in the world Peter had kept this a secret for so long. He’d been Spider-Man for nearly a year now and no one knew his secret. He was notorious for being bad at keeping secrets, his crush on Liz the most obvious example, and you had no idea how he’d managed to keep this a secret.

There was just one thing that you knew for sure. Monday was gonna be awkward...

Pt. 2