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Dark Night: The God of Mischief

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Description: Basically, we get a closer look on how are things going for Mae 4 years later and Loki is about to fuck it up big time.

Warnings for the whole fic: yes, a lot. Strong language such as cursing, violence of course, death yes, also spoilers for all the MCU movies already released to date, and also a lot of fluff cause yeah lol I love fluff. AND ANGST.

Words: 3.044 (omg lol)

Note: maybe some chapters will be written on third person. And oh my fucking god, I’m so sorry, I’m like months later for this but trust me, moving to another country by yourself and starting from 0 really fucks up with your feelings and your mind. And I’m not saying I’m good now but I’m better than some months ago, and I feel like I got my muse back, so yep. Sorry, but I’m here!

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4 years later.

2017, actuality. Earth time.

It was hilarious.

I could hear the guards screaming at each other while getting frustrated as they kept running and chasing me down the halls, or more accurately, chasing my illusion down the halls. Meanwhile I was calmly watching them, sitting just a store above them. I was in that part of the castle that only royalty or high military could get in, and they were chasing me because I was neither of those, but I always managed to get my way in.

I always did because that was the part of the castle I had to see Loki almost every night, after everyone in there went to sleep, except the guards of course.

I was already upstairs and running a little late to my training but oh, it was so much fun to see how confused and frustrated they kept getting, but now I really had to go so I just made the illusion go away and seconds later I could hear the guards arguing about who missed me out of sight first while I just walked away of them. I let out a little chuckle as I started to hear the fight that was starting between them.

It was a classic, and almost every night they still fell for it.

But it wasn’t always like that, I remember how the first time I tried to sneak up on them they nearly killed me, for real, because they caught me so easily. They had their swords ready to slay me but they were stopped by Loki dressed up as Odin just seconds before they did, I was scared to death but he said that I needed to get over it and learn how to sneak up on people because that would help me in my training.

I didn’t want to do it the first times, but when I finally succeeded I knew that he was right, every time it just got easier and easier to sneak in without them knowing and for me it started to be a hobbie. It was actual, real fun.

I liked it so much that I didn’t sneak in that part of the castle only, but in many other places too. I’ve seen places of Asgard no one has been able to see before, because they are restricted areas and I’m proud of myself for doing it, and Loki should be too… but he doesn’t quite know about that.

I mean, not that he cared neither.

‘’Miss Mae’’, I heard as I entered the room and a dagger flew to my face right away. ‘’You’re late’’

‘’Fuck off’’, I said as I quickly took the dagger just before it hit me and threw it back at him. I tried not to smile as I saw him taking it again with such ease. It was weird to see Odin moving that smoothly.

‘’Why are you late Mae, are you playing with my guards again?’’, he asked while making the dagger disappear in thin air. I smiled in response and he just smiled back, knowing that he was right.

‘’Why are you still in your Odin disguise, anyway?’’, I asked as I left my stuff on the table and looked at him, I learned that I always had to be aware of everything. And more if Loki was around.

After all he was the God of Mischief, so things could turn… an amusement for him, dangerous for me.

‘’I wanted to trick you’’, the Odin figure quickly vanished as Loki suddenly whispered in my ear. He tried to attack me but I quickly blocked him, rejecting his punches and trying to punch him back. ‘’But I see you’ve gotten faster… and stronger, and smarter too’’. Loki said as he smiled and we both took some steps back.

‘’Yeah, I really don’t like to be taken by surprise… for example, being stabbed, that hurt a lot by the way’’, I said as I frowned and remembered what happened some nights ago, Loki just smiled at the memory and I made a face remembering the pain I had to go through for some days.

‘’My bad, I’m sorry’’

‘’You’re not sorry Loki’’. I knew he wasn’t, I didn’t have anything against him though. Even after all the things he has done, like throwing knifes at me and major things like when he threw me off the stairs just for, and I quote ‘’training’’. I just, from the bottom of my heart, didn’t hold anything back against him.

‘’No, you’re right, I’m not. Besides it was for training… and fun’’, he let out a laugh as he walked towards the table and served himself a cup of wine. ‘’You survived, and that’s what matters Mae’’.

‘’Oh yeah, I think that’s not the right thing to say to someone you stabbed… actually, you shouldn’t stab people on the first place but alright’’

‘’Again, it was for training and you’re perfectly fine!’’, Loki said as he put down his empty cup of wine and looked back at me. ‘’Now come on, stop whining and get in position’’

‘’Already am, Lo, I already am’’, I whispered as I smiled and looked at him, my gown disappearing as I just made the change of clothes to some more comfortable, it was a simple magic trick I learnt the first weeks we started to practice with the Asgardian Magic.

Loki smiled kind of proud of me and the magic trick I just performed, and then the training begun.

Sometimes it consisted of him teaching me his tactics during fights, some other times it was just him trying to teach me his mind tricks, most of the times it was just physical fights and some other occasions we just focused on training the mind, such as perfecting my astral projection and my illusions, which got better with time, of course. Sadly the magic lessons stopped when he noticed that I learnt everything that he could teach me.

And to be honest, the training was fun most of the time, but sometimes it really wasn’t. Like when he stabbed me or maybe kicked me too hard that even the next day it was still hurting, so yeah, sometimes it wasn’t really that nice. But I still looked forward to it; training was almost like an addiction.

Because after all, even the bad things would help me to be stronger and better for the reason he was teaching me all of this. I still didn’t know the whole plan, but I knew it had to do with the avengers and with the fact that I had to pull them away from the inside.

I knew it was going to be hard since the day he told me about it, but I agreed because I felt Loki trusted me enough to do so… oh, and also because he threatened me to agree, so I really didn’t have many options, besides it was still going to take some more years till I was completely ready for the task.

And for going back to Earth, which was my less favourite part of the plan, if I was honest.

‘’You need to be faster with your comebacks, I’ve always said it’’, Loki said as he kept directing punches at me and I rejected them.

‘’I am faster’’, I whispered as I took one dagger from my boot and threw it at him. He unexpectedly took it and redirected it at me, as soon as I saw it coming my way I just closed my eyes and tried to protect my face as much as I could, it took me completely off guard because he has never redirected the daggers I’ve thrown at him before.

I mean, he has thrown me daggers, of course. But his daggers, never mine.

‘’Huh… exactly, that’s what I’m talking about’’.

So I just opened my eyes, a bit confused at what he said and a lot confused as why I didn’t feel the familiar sensation of the blade going through my skin. The first thing I saw was the dagger floating in the air just centimeters away from me, it was being held in a purple matter as it moved weirdly. 

‘’All right, you can stop it’’, Loki said as he started to walk my way.

‘’Sure’’, I said as the matter disappeared and then the dagger just fell on the floor, when it hit the floor it just became ashes. ‘’Ow man, no way, that was my favourite dagger’’.

‘’So you’ve been practicing with your ability’’, Loki said as he stood next to me. He knew he didn’t teach me how to do that, and if I was honest I really didn’t know how I did it.

‘’Everyday’’, sometimes I even felt like it practiced on its own. And did things on its own, too.

‘’Impressing, I got to say’’, he nodded and then just smiled a bit. ‘’You are more ready than I thought you would be by now’’

‘’What?’’, I asked immediately, totally confused. We both were panting a bit and my hair was a total mess so I just started to put it in a pony tail.

‘’Yes… you just need to trust more in yourself. You have the best professor, so you totally know what to do and how to do it’’

I just rolled my eyes at what he said and then just looked at him, he smiled a bit more:

‘’But yes, even your subconscious and your reflexes know what to do. That’s a good sign’’

‘’Yeah… I guess you are right’’, he nodded and then I just saw him putting his arm up as he got closer, at first I thought he was going to pat my back on that weird way he always does but as soon as he got too close I realized he was trying to make a trick on me, or that’s what it felt like, so I quickly pushed him away with a kick on his chest and then just held him on the air for some seconds.

‘’Ouch!’’, he said as he put his hands above the part where I kicked him. ‘’What the hell was that for?’’, he asked while frowning.

‘’You were totally going to strangle me, or something’’, I said while relaxing a bit as he was now in the air and away from me.

‘’Huh… no’’, he said confused and a bit mad now. ‘’I was totally going to congratulate you and give you a hug’’

‘’A hug?’’, I frowned.

‘’Yes, a freaking hug’’, he rolled his eyes and then just looked down at me. ‘’Would you mind putting me down again?’’

‘’Huh, yeah… sorry’’, and then I just made him go down. He fixed his hair as he murmured something about how he couldn’t believe he had to ask that to a kid.

‘’Alright, training is over kid… now, come here’’, I hesitated but I did, and then he just hugged me.

Loki was hugging… me. Okay. Weird enough.

‘’What’s going on?’’, I asked as I hugged him back, weirdly.

It was odd, it felt odd. I really didn’t do hugs.

‘’You’re just… a really good student, the best one’’

‘’The only one too’’, I commented and then he just laughed as he stopped hugging me.

‘’And the best one’’

‘’Alright, thanks… weird of you to say this, but thanks’’

He rolled his eyes and went back to the snack table he always had in that room:

‘’I’m just being nice! Why can’t you take it?’’

‘’Because... when you are nice it feels like it’s error 404 to me’’

‘’Huh?’’

‘’Nevermind’’, I smiled at my own joke.

‘’Alright. Tomorrow there won’t be training sessions, by the way’’, he commented as he took some grapes.

‘’Huh, why not? It’s Friday night’’

‘’Because you have to be up early on Saturday for the theatre’’

‘’Oh… it’s that time of the month already, huh?’’

‘’Yes!’’, I just rolled my eyes as I changed myself back to my gown. ‘’You need to go’’

‘’I always go’’, he nodded.

‘’I know.’’

‘’Good’’, I just walked next to him and grabbed a bit of water from the table.

We were silent for a couple of minutes, until he finally spoke:

‘’So… I really need you to be earlier than ever so you can help with the scenario’’

‘’Oh God, I knew you weren’t being nice just for the sake of being nice’’, I replied as I looked at him.

‘’You’re the only one who knows the right placing of things’’

‘’Alright Lo… I’ll go earlier only if you say the magic words’’

‘’If you don’t, I’ll kill you’’

‘’Geez, no…’’, but he just laughed.

‘’I’m kidding… but please, would you do it?’’

And I smiled, because Loki could be actually nice if he wanted to:

‘’Alright’’

‘’Great’’, and he smiled immediately.

Today something will happen. Like, totally.

I could feel it, it was in the air, in the way the sky looked this morning and more important in the way I could feel the energy around me. It was electric… I could even say it felt… thundering.

‘’I can’t believe you’re making them do this play again’’ I said as I walked to where Loki was already sitting.

‘’Everyone likes The Tragedy of Loki of Asgard!’’, Loki as Odin replied, he was drinking his favourite wine, as always.

‘’Come on’’, I rolled my eyes as I just looked how everyone started to gather around us, they were excited about being there. And he was right, people always cried at that play.

‘’You love it’’, he added.

‘’I don’t’’, I kind of did.

‘’Everyone does’’, he said again with a smile.

‘’I really don’t’’, I repeated.

‘’By the way, good morning Mae’’, he looked up at me as he smiled. ‘’The stage looks amazing today’’

‘’Good morning, my King. And thanks’’, I smiled and then just looked at the scenario, he was right, it looked amazing.

I then looked around and some people pretended to be doing something else, but I knew they were looking at me, because they always did. I sometimes wondered why the Asgardians didn’t ask why the human girl, as they used to call me, was always that close to the King. I mean, they looked at me bad but the way some of them did wasn’t as bad as some years ago.

They looked and talked, but they never asked. They never questioned it.

They rejected me most of the times and sometimes they even laughed at me, but never questioned why Odin always had me around. And I used to think it was maybe a magic trick from Loki, but no, it wasn’t because one day I asked him and he just said: ‘’they never question it because you have never done anything bad to them, if you come in peace they will keep at peace’’.

And even if Asgardians were sometimes weird with me, I liked that about them.

‘’Oh, there we go’’, Loki disguised as Odin said, so excited that he even seemed like a child.

‘’Yep, here we go’’, I murmured.

And the play started. It was the convergence, the battle with the dark elves and then the death of Loki, I’ve seen this play at least some 50 times and the people around me too, and they never seemed to get bored of it.

But I did, I mean it was funny to see how everyone laughed, screamed and cried, sometimes all at the same time. But oh god, it was almost always the same play and you know, you grow out of things if they are always the same.

But today, it really wasn’t going to be the same and I could feel it. I couldn’t tell if it was going to be a good thing or not.

‘’Huh’’, I turned around as I heard something in the distance… the Bifrost was welcoming someone… and that was rather strange.

I turned around again as I saw one man already crying out loud at the death of Loki, on the play of course, and the real Loki disguised as Odin totally into the play, saying the lines of the actors before them.

Ugh, sometimes he really could be something else.

‘’Somebody help!’’, the fake Lady Sif ran away of the stage while crying.

I turned around again as I heard people in the distance murmuring something, they were a bit far from the scenario and something was happening in the entrance, but I couldn’t see because so many people were there. And then people laughed a bit as the actor playing Loki mentioned that he was sorry about turning Thor into a frog.

The real Loki laughed as well and I just smiled trying to imagine that moment, but something felt off and no one else seemed to notice it but me.

After not seeing anything weird at all I just turned around again to watch the end of the play for the now 51st time, but something caught my eye and… oh God.

Oh, literal God of Thunder. 

Thor. That was Thor.

He was back in Asgard and he was now looking at Loki disguised as Odin, and the way he was looking at him wasn’t the way Thor would look at his beloved father.

Oh shit, he knew it. And I knew that he knew it… but I couldn’t tell Loki, besides he was way too into the play to even pay attention to me and whatever I’d say.

Damn, this will be a mess.

I couldn’t keep staring at Thor, no one else seemed to notice him though but then he suddenly looked at me, I kind of smiled and he did too, but then he just kept looking at Loki in that strange way, and I knew that he knew that wasn’t Odin. People suddenly cheered and screamed, while congratulating the actors when the play finished. Loki stood up, too.

‘’Bravo! Bravo!’’, he said while applauding and smiling.

‘’Loki… Loki, dammit, Loki!’’, I tried to whisper as low as possible, but no, he didn’t even listen.

‘’Father’’, Thor suddenly said, taking everyone’s attention, especially Loki’s.

‘’Oh, shit’’, Loki and I said both in unison.

Oh, real shit.

Next Issue:

Dark Night: The God of Thunder.

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His dad had written about it in an article once and I’ve heard rumors of him mentioning it recently 

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For Christmas sbsks 🎄

my hands cupped my warm mug as i settled into the corner of the bay window. the fluffy sweater around my body kept me warm from the cold chill going through the room. i placed the cup beside me and picked up my book, letting myself get lost in the words.

i leaned my head against the window and continued to flip through my book. the cozy atmosphere was slowly making my eyes droop but my sleep was interrupted by a knock on my window. my eyes fluttered open and i saw my favorite superhero hanging outside my window. i pushed the window open and spider-man - peter - righted himself.

“peter, aren’t you supposed to be on patrol?”

“i am. i just wanted to see you.” peter pulled up half of his mask and pressed his lips against mine. i smiled and grasped his bicep. he pulled too quickly for my liking. “okay, gotta go.”

peter placed another kiss on my forehead, pulled his mask back on, and swung away.

“be safe!” i called out to peter’s retreating figure. 

i hope you like this short blurb! have a happy holidays!!

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zpidey-sense masterlist!

well, here we are, I’ll try to keep this as organised as freaking possible! 

Imagines

Peter Parker

hovering piece of chocolate cake [Peter Parker x Stark!reader]

spooky surprises [Peter Parker x Reader]

Sam Holland

you have a crush on who? (Sam Holland x reader)

Gert Yorkes x Chase Stein

i need to dance with you [gert yorkes x chase stein]

eye of the tiger [gert x chase]

Fics/Comics

Dark Night

backstory of the Dark Night

Dark Night: the start of it all

Dark Night: Mae Odindaughter... or Lokidaughter

Dark Night: The God of Mischief

Dark Night: The God of Thunder

Dark Night: Lingering Feeling

Dark Night drabbles/imagines: coming soon

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hello friends!!!! as most of you know i’m not cis™️. i’m having my first gender investigation meeting in march and yeah i’ve been thinking about this for a long ass time like literally years: and that one thing is name. my name. so dear mutuals i’m gonna try using ed as my name from now on, i’ve been using it on twt for the longest time and i really like it!!! hope you guys understand uwu <3

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Oh that's interesting to know, thanks for the info!

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Hot Bath And Cuddles

Words: 1500

Content: fluff

Warnings: implied smut at the end but nothing explicit

A/N: This was a request from the lovely @petalparker <3 I am sorry it took me so long babe. Anyways I am quite happy with how this came out, let me know what you think in the comments please :)

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You were tired, so, so tired. Your muscles were slowly becoming numb and you were losing your sense of balance, your feet barely holding you up. Now where the hell was Tom?! When you talked with him on the phone he said he'd be here in ten, it's been twenty minutes already and you were getting chilly, your clothes dripping wet from the rain because as if this day couldn't get any worse, you had to forget your umbrella.

You were barely holding back the tears. You never cried in public, not ever, you didn't want to be a damsel in distress, you were a strong independent woman, just ... not today. Today you needed Tom. Where the hell was he anyways?

As if he heard your thoughts, you saw his car pull up to the parking lot. Frustrated, but with relief you sat in car. You were fuming on the inside, on the outside however, you were too tired to even say hello.

»Hey darling, I am sorry I am late, there was this huge traffic jam and ... are you okay?« he urged, finally taking a note of your state, concern colouring his voice.

»'M fine.« you sighed.

»Are you sure 'cause I am fairly sure that even white paint has more colour than you have right now.« He tried to joke, his smile quickly faltering once he saw your unimpressed expression.

»No, honestly Y/N, look at me.« He was waiting for you to face him.

Once you did, he could finally see the tears dwelling in your eyes and small smudges of mascara in corners of your eyes.

»I am just ...« a sob broke your voice. »I had a very bad day today and all I want to do right now is curl up in bed and cry« You admitted defeatedly.

After a moment of silence, Tom spoke up: »Alright, I know just the thing that's going to help.«

You looked at him with doubt. He just smiled at you gently and tenderly caressed your cheek.

After five minute ride he parked in front of a small coffee shop.

»I'll be back in a second, wait here.« He rushed to the shop.

You saw him come back with two cups of coffee.

»Here you go hon, hazelnut cappuccino, no sugar, am I right?« He stammered nervously.

»Yes!« You nearly cheered, this coffee being the first good thing today.

You sighed contently when the hot liquid warmed your insides and the smell of hazelnut along with the bittersweet taste of your cappuccino took over your senses.

Tom grinned, looking at the scene. Just moments ago you were on the verge of a breakdown, interesting how a small cup of coffee can do wonders.

»I am still a little cold and my clothes are still damp so you might want to take us home now?« You sassed, already feeling just a tad better.

»Plus I still haven't completely forgiven you for being late.« You added jokingly.

»Well what can a man do then, for you to forgive him?« He joked back.

»We'll figure something out.« You smirked.

After a while, he finally parked the car in front of your apartment building. You stepped out of the car, nearly tripping over your own feet.

»Okay, that's it, I am carrying you.« Tom tried to suppress his laugh.

»Tooom...« You tried to protest, but he already picked you up, giving you a piggyback ride all the way to your apartment.

»Aren't I a little heavy?« You asked, after he dropped you off his shoulders in front of the door.

»You? Never.« He gave you a comforting smile.

»Why don't you take your clothes off, while I run you a nice, hot bath?« he offered.

You nodded and began the struggle with trying to take off your sticky clothes.

»Tom ... I am stuck.« You came to the bathroom, your jumper half covering your head, making a mess out of your hair, you managed to free one arm from it, the other still struggling to rid of the long, itchy sleeve.

»A little help would be greatly appreciated!« You huffed, irritatedly.

Tom coughed to cover up his laugh. »Of course darling.«

After a few roughly pulled hair and just mild complaining from your side, you two managed to take the jumper off.

Tom grinned at the nest that came to form of your hair.

»Stop it!« You said, lightly hitting his shoulder.

»Come on, get in the bath you goof.« He gushed.

He really did make you a nice bubbly bath, with lavender oil, your favorite.

»You know you can join me, right?« You quipped.

He seemed to be in thought for a moment but was quick to start stripping his clothes off, seating himself behind your back.

»So, wanna tell me what happened today?« He urged.

You sighed. »It's just the professors. Especially Ms. Pike, she literally pushed me on the verge of a mental break down today. She knew I wasn't present in class previous lesson and she still insisted on questioning me and gave me a D-. Can you imagine? She questioned me about the topic that I barely heard a few sentences about from my schoolmates. And now, it will affect my GPA and I'll have to study extra hard for this subject, despite already having a dozen assignments from other professors.

And as if that wasn't enough, someone stole my lunch today and when I wanted to go to the panini shop over the street I figured I forgot my wallet, so I had to ask my friend to buy a sandwich for me. Well, turns out the shop was closed today, so we had to go and buy some shitty toast from our cafeteria, where they put loads of mayo on everything and you know that I am not really a fan of mayo, so there's that and then when waiting for you I remembered i had forgotten my umbrella at home as well and just ...« You stopped to take a breath from your rambling.

»I am sorry, I must seem so silly right now.« You felt tears returning to your eyes.

»Hey, hey, hey! Stop it right now, these things aren't silly if they upset you. Nothing that upsets you is silly or stupid or trivial to me, understand? But you know what? I believe in you, I believe you can fix your grade, although it'll now take you some extra work because of that douchebag teacher.

But you can do it Y/N, you can manage all of this because  truth be told, I have never seen more hardworking, more intelligent, more talented and more determined person than you. You totally got this! I believe in you! Now all you have to do is to believe in yourself!« Tom said in a certain voice, while gently rubbing your shoulders, holding you in his embrace.

»Still, you need to relax and take your mind off of it for today, okay?« You nodded while he softly kissed your forehead.

He started to shampoo and massage your scalp delicately, putting just the right amount of pressure to your skin while rubbing it.

You hummed, content with how you currently were; pressed against Tom's warm chest, while he's taking care of you. Unfortunately, water started to cool down and eventually it was time to leave your pleasant bath.

Wrapped in a bathrobe, you sat on a sofa, in the meantime Tom offered to make you some soup, to finally get you an edible lunch.

»Thank you!« You said and patted a spot next to you, urging him to sit down beside you, so you can snuggle up in his arms.

Tom's hugs always felt good, they gave you this sense of familiarity, safety-he felt like home to you.

You two decided to have a movie marathon and were currently watching The Proposal, when you decided to speak up.

»Hey Tom?« you chimed.

»Hmm?«

»Thank you for today, I honestly don't know what I would do if you weren't here.« You said, fidgeting.

»Always.« He replied.

»Was that a Harry Potter innuendo?« You giggled.

»Maybe.« He crooned.

»You dork!« You laughed, ruffling his hair playfully.

And then you kissed him. At first a light kiss turned into a needier one when Tom softly grazed your lip, his tongue begging to give him entrance to which you happily obliged. The kiss got more passionate with Tom's arms slowly roaming over your body, his hand skimming over your exposed skin.

Out of breath, he broke the kiss, a lustful glint reflecting in his eyes. »How about we take this to our bedroom?«

Maybe this day wasn't so crappy after all.

[chases-gerty]

hi! ive got u a prompt! gert x chase, but chase pining hard on gert and gert not even realising it omfg: “Gods I missed you, you have no idea how boring it’s been.”

Idk if you could call this pining but I still hope you like it. Set before runaways and doesn’t link up with my other drabbles. Thank you so much @zpidey-sense for sending in this prompt! ❤️❤️❤️ 

Gert flew into the room like a bee buzzing its way to the sugary drink you’d leave poolside on hot sunny day. Walking into Timely had made her buzz with excitement at the prospects of seeing her friends. Gert was happy to be back from her summer vacation with her parents. They’d made her and Molly tag along on their European Cheese Tour. Four weeks and eight cities all dedicated to her parents love of cheese. Gert was absolutely tired of cheese and her parents. Don’t get her wrong she loves them, but man they could be over enthusiastic about cheese.  

“I’m all cheesed out.” Gert said as she sat beside Chase.

Chase looked up from his tablet with wide eyes and a bright smile.

“That bad?” He said with his eyes sparkling with amusement.

“If I have to hear It’s all Gouda, Cheezus, and You gotta be brie kidding me one more time; I’m gonna lose my mind.” Gert replied with her famous eye roll. “I get it my parents love cheese but subjecting Molly and I to their obsession with cheese is plain old torture. I think my parents are like Leslie Dean, but instead of light and positivism getting shoved down our throats, its cheese.”

Chase’s laughed exploded out of him. Gert’s bluntness was so direct it was hilarious at times. His chest constricted tightly as he watched her laugh along with him. Her eyes were filled with a mirth that he’d only noticed he could bring out in them.

“Gods I’ve missed you, you have no idea how boring it’s been.” Chase says before he can stop himself.

He wouldn’t openly say something so real but he’d been missing Gert like crazy. She was a sarcastic bright light in his very dark life. He could pretend on the outside that his dad didn’t hurt him and his mom, but in his mind it played over and over. He constantly worried about his mom and how he could stop his dad from being angry at them all the time, but with Gert around his brain took a break. She always knew what to say to make him laugh and the amazing part was she wasn’t trying. Gert was just always Gert and that was the best part about her.

Gert’s eyes widen for a second and he could see a faint pink tinge settle over her cheeks. He watched as she opened her backpack and said.

“I got you this. It’s silly but I don’t know I just thought about you when I saw it.”

Gert held out a keyring with a smiling cheese ball attached. Chase didn’t know why but his heart felt like it was going to explode. He knew he was proably smiling like a dope right now but he just couldn’t help it. Gert could be the meanest, sarcastic, bossiest girl you’d ever encounter but she truly was the sweetest.

“Thanks, Gert.” He replied trying to contain his smile and added. “Chase the cheese ball has ring to it.”

Gert giggled as she patted his leg gently. That moment ,as he watched the only girl that ever seemed to matter to him look at him softly, he knew he’d never stop seeing her.

[greatpretending]

This City Never Sleeps (When It’s All Too Much)

Word Count: 2787

Pairing: Eventual Peter Parker x Female!Reader

Warnings: Hella angst and fluff.

Summary: Part Five of This City Never Sleeps. Suddenly, you had to know.

Note: I feel very nervous about this one so please let me know what you think.

Tags: @seargantbcky​ @darlin-you-bitch​ @emily-ily2​ @rosep16​ @comics-and-stuff​ @t4rt-deco​ @octopishisahybridanimal​ @slythergirlimagines​  @philipshaaayyyy@catwoman2502@minimalistxx@sophiatomlinson23@johnsonxstilinski @raindancer2004@vanessly@newyorkrebel @letstrysomefanfic @half-superhero @mermaid-princess-wannabe @mmmaff@spideysensesparker @ttholland @zpidey-sense​

Fall came and went, and before you knew it the semester was over, the city was covered in twinkling lights, and Christmas music played inside every public building. The concrete jungle was blanketed in soft, white snow, and you knew it was only a matter of time until it turned into dirty, gray slush.

After the events at the Homecoming dance, Tony had gifted Peter’s suit back to him, and you took a step back, allowing Peter the space he needed to find new balance in his life with this responsibility. You offered your friendly support, making repairs to the suit as needed, and letting him pop into your bedroom via the terrace when he needed a break from his superhero duties, a snack, or--on more than one occasion--to pee.

Sometimes he swung right back out the door, and other times he stayed for a while, just talking with you or asking you to read to him from whatever book was in your hands as you relaxed into your pillows.

That’s where you were now, but there was no book, no Peter, and you were not relaxed.

You stared blankly at the wall in your dark bedroom, seeing nothing in front of you and everything in the even darker corners of your mind. Drawers in your memories that you’d kept so carefully locked up were ripped open, flooding your consciousness with images you had tucked away so meticulously.

A red light. A black dress with a single white stripe around the skirt. Pink and purple clouds. Your favorite song. His voice. Warm eyes meeting yours in the rear-view mirror.

A green light. A silver SUV. Squealing tires. Crunching metal. Shattering glass. Screaming. Frightened eyes meeting yours in the rear-view mirror.

Pain.

A small box encased in purple velvet lay open on your bedspread, its contents strewn across the comforter.

A necktie. A photograph. A keychain. A pair of earrings. A one-dollar coin and a two-dollar bill. A birthday card.

“Breathe,” a voice said into your ear. You knew it was PURDUE but you couldn’t help but imagine that it was his voice. The voice you could still hear singing along to your favorite song.

You forced yourself to take a shaky breath as the tears spilled over.

A green light. Pain.

A silver SUV. Pain.

Your breath caught in your throat and you knew there was no escaping the depth of the downward spiral your thoughts were twisting into.

Squealing tires. Pain.

Crunching metal. Pain.

Three knocks. What?

Shattering glass. Pain.

Screaming. Pain.

Two knocks. Your bedroom wall.

One knock. Peter.

A couple taps to your watch and the lock clicked open. The handle turned and Peter stepped in from the terrace. The door shut behind him and out of the corner of your eye you saw him pull his mask off, a few flakes of snow fluttering down and melting before they hit the carpet. Normally you would greet him, but the spiral had already started to pull you back down.

A green light. Pain.

“Man, you wouldn’t believe how stupid people can be when they-- Hey, what’s wrong?”

A silver SUV. Pain.

You couldn’t even respond to Peter’s worried question. Your eyes were glued to the photograph. It was upside down at this angle, but that didn’t matter. You had every detail memorized.

Crunching metal. Pain.

You felt Peter kneel next to you by the bed more than you saw it. He pulled his gloves off, fingertips pushing hair back from your face and wiping your tear-stained cheeks. The comforting touch brought a new wave of sobs wracking through your chest and catching in your throat.

Shattering glass. Pain.

Peter sat next to you on the bed, pulling you into him. You went willingly, letting yourself be held.

Screaming. Pain.

Frightened eyes.

Agony.

You cried into his spandex-clad chest for what felt like hours. He held you tightly, stroking your hair, and rubbing your arms until your weeping subsided. When you finally quieted down, Peter shot a web across the room, grabbing your water bottle off your desk and pulling it toward him. He handed it to you and you drank from it gratefully, then tucked your head back into his shoulder as he set the now-empty bottle on your nightstand.

“You never talk about it. Them,” he said quietly. “Do you want to talk about it?”

It took several moments for you to respond, but Peter was patient.

“I don’t-- how-- where would I…” you trailed off, unable to complete a sentence and a little frustrated with yourself because of it.

“Tell me about this,” Peter said. He picked up the neck tie and handed it to you. You ran the silk between your fingers a few times, tracing the pattern of dancing candy canes, turning and twisting it as you remembered.

“This was my favorite tie of his,” you told him. “I thought it was so funny. Whenever he wore it we always imitated the candy cane dance in the kitchen that morning. Sometimes he would wear it out of season and I would laugh so hard every time. Then he would put me on the school bus shouting ��Merry Christmas!’ and I would laugh even harder because it was April.”

“That sounds wonderful,” Peter says.

“It was,” you agreed.

“What about this?” Peter asked, handing you the keychain. You rubbed the pad of your thumb along the textured plastic. Three butterflies following each other up toward the sky: blue, orange, and pink.

“He used to take me to the butterfly garden in the Bronx. We went for my birthday three years in a row, because it was all I wanted to do. One time a butterfly landed in my hair and I thought it was the best day of my life.”

You picked up the birthday card. The glitter still sparkled in the dim light despite how much time had passed.

“This is from my eighth birthday. It was my favorite because it was so sparkly.” You flipped the card open, tracing the blocky letters inked inside. “And it’s the only thing I have with his handwriting on it.”

Your fingers lingered on Love, Dad and you swallowed hard around tears that threatened to spill over again. You picked up the earrings.

“These were hers,” you held the sapphire studs delicately. “I don’t remember her well enough to ever remember her wearing them, but I’ve seen them in pictures. I took them from the back of his closet. I don’t know if he ever knew they were gone, or that I had them.”

You reached for the coin and the dollar bill.

“These were from the Tooth Fairy,” you said, the tiniest of smiles creeping onto your face. “He thought it was way cooler to give me uncommon coins and dollars. I wish I had been able to keep more of them.”

The photograph.

Him, her, and you.

You were just two years old, dressed up in a too-poufy, festive dress, and looking startled by something behind the camera. He was wearing reindeer antlers and a red nose. Her hair fell in perfect waves down her shoulders, Santa hat tilted artfully atop her tresses.

“You have the same smile as him,” Peter said.

“She left a week after this was taken,” you whispered. “No note, no phone call, no apology. Nothing. She just left.”

Your hands started to shake, but you couldn’t look away from the eyes that were so much like your own.

“Does she even know what happened to my dad? Does she even care?”

The tears spilled over again.

“Why doesn’t she care?”

Empty dresser.

Missing toothbrush.

Forgotten earrings.

Pain.

Peter had stayed with you until you’d eventually cried yourself to sleep, leaving you a note and a full bottle of water on your nightstand.

You texted him as soon as you found your phone, tangled in the mess of sheets and blankets.

Thank you.

Any time. x

Now you stood outside his apartment door, ready for the Friend-mas celebration that you, Ned, Peter, and Michelle had planned, Secret Santa gift for Michelle in your hands. May let you in and you were greeted by the aroma of her famous cherry pie and a smiling Peter, who gave your hand a quick squeeze after May had made her way back to the kitchen. Michelle and Ned were already in the living room, laughing over sparkling cider and holiday mad-libs.

You and Peter joined them, and it was everything you could do to not just stare at Peter as you played round after round of the word game. You loved the way his eyes brightened and just nose scrunched up when he laughed. The way he leaned back against the couch, relaxed open around those he trusted. The way he would smile whenever his eyes met yours.

You were so, so grateful for him.

Soon, dinner was ready and you all squeezed around the tiny dining table, gorging yourselves on ham, yams, homemade macaroni, and of course, cherry pie. You delighted in the warmth of the room, the full feeling of home that came with Peter and May’s apartment. The sense of family that came with your best friends.

You did your best to ignore the electricity sparking up and down your skin whenever Peter’s knee would bump yours under the table. The first time it happened you thought it was an accident, and maybe it was, but then it happened again. And again. And again. Eventually, without looking away from Ned--who was telling a riveting story about his little sister getting stuck in a clothing rack at Target--you found a wave of confidence and hooked your ankle around Peter’s. His fidgeting ceased and you saw the tips of his ears tinge red as he looked down at the matching color inside his pie, but he didn’t pull away, so you counted it as a victory.

When you couldn’t eat anymore and the dishes were cleaned up, you all retreated back to the living room to exchange gifts.

Michelle went first, giving Peter a T-shirt that said “May the Mass Times Acceleration Be With You.” Then she spent the next half hour ignoring all of you in favor of reading the copy of The Metaphysical Club you’d gotten her.

Peter gifted Ned a mug shaped like a Pokeball, and Ned gave you a soft sweater with your first initial on the front, much like that of the Weasley’s.

Ned left around nine-thirty, needing to make his curfew by ten, and Michelle was picked up by her mom shortly thereafter. With nowhere else to be, you hung around and continued to soak in as much warmth as you could from the Parker household. You curled up on the sofa in your new sweater, scrolling through your phone and half-watching the Christmas movie on TV. Peter had disappeared into his room for a few minutes, and when he poked his head back out, he asked you to join him.

“There’s something I want to show you,” he said.

“Okay, but just because you show me yours, doesn’t mean I’m going to show you mine,” you joked, enjoying the way Peter sputtered and splotches of crimson rose on his cheeks.

“Shut up,” he said. “Just come in here.”

You followed him into the bedroom, sitting down on the bed when he gestured for you to do so. You watched him stretch up on his toes to reach the top of his closet, pulling down a plain brown shoebox. He sat down across from you, putting the box between you. You looked at him quizzically.

“I have one, too,” he said, and suddenly you understood.

He pulled the lid off and set it aside, and you peered into the box, an assortment of mismatched items inside. He pulled out a small snowglobe first. It said Paris in looping letters on the side, glitter swirling inside the globe around a miniature Eiffel Tower.

“My mom collected these. Everywhere she travelled she made sure to find one. They were scattered all over the house, and some days I would run around to each one, shaking them and trying to make them all swirl at the same time,” Peter said, passing it to you. You turned it over in your hands, smoothing your fingers along the glass as he reached back into the box.

“This is a mixtape Uncle Ben and I made when I was in second grade,” he said, pulling out a cassette tape. “His car was old and didn’t have a CD player, so we made these to listen to.”

“You always were into retro tech,” you said with a smile, examining young Peter’s messy handwriting on the label.

A tiny pair of safety goggles came out next.

“My dad got me these so I could be a ‘real’ scientist when I did my first experiment,” Peter said. “It was just mentos and coke but it was the most exciting thing I’d ever done.”

Peter dug out an antique-looking emerald ring.

“This was my great-grandma's, then my grandma’s, then my mom’s.”

You held the ring delicately, the thin band was slightly bent from years of wear.

“This was my dad’s watch. I think about wearing it all the time but I’m too afraid of breaking it.”

The analog clock ticked quietly. You wondered exactly how many years, days, and minutes it had counted.

“This is my picture,” Peter said, and you looked up from the items in your lap. It was a picture of a small Peter, barely four years old, standing on a staircase behind his parents, who were sitting on the step below him. He was leaning his elbows on their shoulders between them, hands cupping his round cheeks and smiling brightly at the camera. It was the cutest thing you had ever seen.

You looked at his parents. You could see he’d gotten his big brown eyes and high cheekbones from his mom, and his nose and strong jawline from his dad. They both looked happy. Just as happy as your parents looked in the picture hidden away in a purple box under your bed.

You carefully set everything back in the shoebox, replacing the lid and smoothing your hands over the cardboard.

“Thank you for sharing this with me,” you said. Peter’s hands covered yours.

“I just don’t want you to feel like you’re alone or don’t have anyone to talk to. Because-- ‘cause I get it, you know?” You turned your hands up to wind your fingers with his, squeezing them. You looked up at Peter and met his eyes. You maintained the eye contact for a  moment before his gaze dropped back to your linked hands. “And… I really care about you. A lot. Like, more than I can.. I don’t know. I just…” he trailed off.

And suddenly you had to know.

You had to know if he felt everything you were feeling. You had to know if his heart wanted to leap out of his chest whenever you were around, the way yours did for him. You had to know if every text of yours made excitement pulsate through your veins. You had to know if you were the only one who often got distracted thinking about laughing together, reading together, being together.

You had to know what his lips felt like on yours.

You leaned forward on your knees, one hand disconnecting from his and carding through the soft brown hair behind his ear.

“Peter,” you whispered, and soft brown eyes looked up at you, round and wide. You saw a twinge of nervousness there, along with determination and something you weren’t quite yet ready to name.

When he gave you a barely-perceptible nod, you closed your eyes and pressed your lips to his.

A warm, buzzing feeling exploded from your chest, the heat racing through your veins to every connection of your skin. Your fingers tightened in his. Your other hand pulled him closer to you, nails scratching his scalp lightly. His free hand came up to hold your wrist and his lips… If Peter’s home was warmth then his lips were like fire, soft-yet-firm, warm, and gently setting your soul ablaze.

It was slightly off-center but you quickly corrected yourselves, reconnecting your lips once, twice, and tilting your heads just so, as though you’d practiced a hundred times. You couldn’t wait to practice a hundred times.

When you finally pulled apart, you didn’t go far, leaning your forehead against his and letting out a shaky breath.

“Wow,” Peter said, and you smiled. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

“I think I do.”

Cherries. Bliss.

Brown eyes. Warmth.

Peter.

Joy.