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my first ever writing on this app just hit 1k 🥹 so so so thankful for all of you, to be seen is to be loved or whatever

stiles, are you hard right now?

stiles x reader

summary: you and stiles make a break for the supply closet the second a fight breaks out at the bank. a series of unfortunate events ensues.

wc: ~1k

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“holy shit — janitors closet, go go go!” stiles shoved you towards the door, stumbling over you to get away from the vault scene going on just in the other room.

both breathless, you squeezed into the dark and cramped room, both of you fumbling to shut the door and turn the lock. despite the commotion happening on the other side, the finally locked door gave you relief, and you took a breath for what felt like the first time in hours.

you turned around, feeing around for the pull chain lighting in the dark. when you found it and yanked, you regretted it immediately. your stomach turned at the sight on the floor in front of you.

before you laid a body, too maimed to recognize. you started the step back, realizing how close you were to the blood pooling on the ground, and tried but failed to suppress a shriek.

“s-stiles!”

internally, stiles wasn’t doing any better at the scene before him, but he kept his composure and moved quickly to cover your mouth before you made anymore noise and gave away your hiding spot as the pack continued to fight off the Alphas.

he pulled you close, taking to keep you as far away as he could from the body. you murmured against his hand so he released it, hands still on you as they rested across your shoulders and kept your back flush against him as he had his own pressed against the door.

“holy shit we should’ve stayed in the car.”

you nodded fervently, the hairs standing on the back of your neck as he whispered against your skin. you realized now just how close you two were. you sat in silence for a minute before you noticed something else as well.

“stiles is that-“

“hm?” he hummed in your ear, looking past you to see what you were referring to.

“are you, i mean — is that what i think…”

you shifted against him and he immediately knew what you were talking about. his eyes shot open and he tried to press himself against the door, trying to create any possible space between the two of you as he could. he would sink into the wall and disappear forever if he could.

“uh, is what? i don’t, i don’t know, or i mean i don’t —“

“stiles —“

“i think uh,” he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to will this conversation over. “it’s something else —“

“stiles, are you hard right now?”

surely this had to be worse than his fate out there in the fight.

he let out a huff of air against the back of your neck, and you could feel how tense he was.

“no, i no of course not, i mean,

i, no yeah okay,

yeah, maybe, fuck”

a smirk plastered across your face, a new emotion beginning to overshadow the fear from night you were having.

“there’s a dead body less than a foot away from us, are you serious right now?”

“listen im not proud of it, alright? okay so,

shit, jesus christ im sorry.” he tried desperately to find the door handle behind him, willing to face the violence outside the door if it meant getting the hell out of there.

you didn’t move a muscle, still standing flush against him, the silence in the closet only being met by the sound of stiles’ hand struggling with the door lock.

“is that because of me?”

stiles let out an exasperated breath of air. “jesus (y/n), it’s not from the fucking body, what kind of question is that?”

you held back a chuckle, his remark reminding you of the body you had momentarily forgotten about, and you subconsciously pressed harder into stiles, disgust winning as your primary emotion again at the sight of whoever was in this closet before you.

he couldnt take the silence, nor you getting even closer to him.

“i’m - im sorry y-you’re just really close and im not trying to and —“

“stiles don’t worry about it, we’ll talk about it later. we need to get out of here.”

stiles sighed, worry overtaking him. “okay but talk about it as in you yelling at me and calling me a perv and that you never want to be near me again, or talk about it as in —oh,”

you pressed your hips hard against his, grinding against how hard he was. you smirked at the whine that escaped his lips as you did so.

“i said we can talk about this later, stiles, maybe not in front of someone while their organs hanging out.”

“right yeah let’s, yeah no of course yeah let’s—“

before he could even get his hand on the doorknob, the door swung open, causing him to fall backwards and hit the ground with a groan.

“jesus fuck” stiles collected himself and met the eyes of isaac, not impressed with the inquisitive look on his face.

“we’re done and headed out. nice hiding spot, guys”

you rolled your eyes at him. “yeah whatever, let’s head ou-“

“what’s that smell?”

“huh?”

isaac looked towards stiles with a smirk. “you reek of lust.”

stiles couldn’t move a muscle if he wanted to. there was no way this was happening.

“what the hell happened while we were out here fighting for our lives?”

you swore all of the blood drained from stiles’ face, and you matched isaac’s smirk at the sight.

stiles tried to stutter out a sentence, only to be met with more amusement from issac. he grumbled and shoved him out of his way.

“this is why no one fucking likes you, isaac.”

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rewatched across the spider-verse last night and we are NOT talking enough about just how HARD "nah, imma do my own thing" goes anymore

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stage three: temptation

summary: mj thinks peter should be a homewrecker, but he can't do that... right?

wc: ~2k

cw: i don't know if peter wanting to be a homewrecker is a warning, but i'll throw it in there in case. a lot of swearing, my bad. tell me tasm!peter doesn't have the mouth of a sailor.

i shall see you all later for my fourth and final part 😈

part one here!

part two here!

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peter's conversation with mj hadn't gone as well as he wanted it to.

"peter, i think you should be a homewrecker."

that wasn't the reason he called, and it definitely wasn't a notion he was trying to entertain. after two months of torturing himself in your presence, peter thought it might be best to drop the internship. he didn't need it to graduate; it was more of a hobby for him. truthfully, he hoped he'd be able to sneak away unnoticed every day, able to work on his own inventions and mass-produce some web fluid.

but then you happened, and his entire life flipped upside down. you'd consumed his every waking and unwaking thought, and being around you was becoming unbearable. he didn't want to leave you, to never get the chance to see you again. actually, that was the last thing he wanted, but it seemed to be his only option.

peter, i think you should be a homewrecker.

no! what?! why was he even thinking about it this much? he was better than that; he knew better than that. but every day he saw you, every time he thought about seeing you... he kind of didn't want to be better than that.

fuck, he needed to call ned.

"yeah, that's really tough, buddy. i don't think you should quit, i mean, this seems like a really good opportunity for you!"

peter sighed at ned's response, aimlessly nodding against the phone.

"on the other hand, i would've dropped off the face of the earth two weeks in. i think you're kind of screwed either way, dude."

"right?" his voice was laced with frustration. "fuck, i don't know what to do..." peter trailed off, hesitant to ask his next question.

"uh... mj, she... she made a stupid joke, told me i should be... a homewrecker. that's completely stupid, right?"

the silence on the other line was deafening.

"holy shit ned, say something. anything, please."

"sorry, sorry! i'm thinking."

"so heavily? is it not completely stupid??"

ned made gave a thoughtful hum into the receiver. "i don't know. her boyfriend sounds really shitty from what i've gathered."

"that does not justify me being a homewrecker."

"it doesn't not justify it. you're always such a goodie two-shoes, dude. maybe it could be fun to do something stupid."

maybe it could be fun to do something stupid.

no, fuck!

"ned! you were supposed to be the voice of reason!"

"maybe i am being the voice of reason."

peter gave a frustrated groan, even more lost than he was five minutes ago. "fuck you guys, i'm calling nico."

he didn't even bother with his initial question this time around. as soon as nico picked up, he immediately answered with the question he really wanted to ask: should i be a homewrecker?

"parker, what the fuck? is this about (y/n)?"

needless to say, nico was not as supportive as the other two. she was against it immediately, going on a long rant about infidelity and it's correlation to the women's rights movement. he tried to listen, he really did, but he couldn't stop his mind from all the racing thoughts, all the possibilities with the new option he'd been presented with.

"peter, are you even listening?"

"y-yeah, sorry nico. i mean, honestly, i'm sorry, women. i-i just... i don't know what to do. i can't stand being around her much longer, it just... hurts."

peter heard her soft sigh on the other end, matching his own. "i know, i get it. but that's not how you want a relationship to start."

she was right, and he knew it. that isn't how he wanted things to play out with you. you deserved better. that was peter's entire point in all of this: that you deserve better.

but he could give you better. everything he did would be better than the jerk you were dating. and the more peter thought about it, the more he started to rework his thoughts. entirely accidentally. yeah, ambushing you with his feelings was not what you deserved. but the passion of it? the raw, unfiltered emotion? that's what you deserved. to know just how wanted you are.

fuck, he was so screwed.

peter gave it a few days, doing his best to distance himself from you and take a step back. he felt good, at first, as the project was rapidly approaching a major checkpoint, and he was able to dive in fully on his work. but his resolve faded by the end of the second day as you approached him after the shift was up, bag in hand and confidence-melting smile on your lips.

"hey, pete. i missed you yesterday, you ran out pretty quick. everything okay?"

fuck, did she have to be so nice and caring about his wellbeing?

he willed his eyes to stay focused on the bag he was packing, knowing he'd lose it the second he met your gaze. "uh, yeah. fine. just had to get home."

peter hated how short he was being with you. he could see it on your face as he flickered his gaze up, features contorted into confusion and a glimmer of hurt flashing across your face at his half-assed response. what the fuck was he doing, anyway? this definitely isn't what you deserved, to be brushed off when you did nothing wrong.

he looked up to reach your eyes, to actually hold eye contact this time, a soft sigh escaping his lips. "i'm sorry. i just had something to deal with, that's all. i'm okay, thank you for checking in."

peter saw your shoulder visibly relax, and a smirk return to your lips once again. oh, fuck.

"good, i'm glad. i've gotten quite used to my nightly escorts, you know." you tossed him a wink.

fuck. he's so fucking fucked.

"do you have the time to walk me out tonight?"

fuck it. he had to do something. he had to say something, to tell you how he felt, and it was either going to be really awesome and the best thing that'd ever happened to him, or he was going to have to drop the internship and move cities. peter weighed the two outcomes heavily, chewing at the inside of his cheek.

"pete?" you noticed.

fuck, you can't call him that when he's trying to be good.

you reached forward, your fingers gently grazing his jaw in hopes of catching his attention, drawing his wandering gaze back to you. peter took a sharp inhale, his body rigid with restraint. his mind played tricks on him as he watched your eyes ghost over his lips, a shy smirk dancing on your own.

he tried to form the words, he really did. but there was only one thought on his mind.

fuck it. they have crime in the bronx, too. right?

peter grabbed the collar of your lab coat with possibly too much aggression, pulling you stumbling into him as he locked his lips on yours. he held his breath as he kissed you, though the action itself was nothing shy of breathtaking. he kissed you with such fervor, taking his (likely) only chance at this opportunity and not wasting a moment of it.

peter moaned against your lips the second he felt you kiss back.

the kiss was hungry, two months of pent-up emotion he'd fought to suppress bubbling over the surface and into you. he tangled his hands in your hair, his knees buckling at the soft sounds escaping your throat as he pulled you further into him, wanting to be as close to you as physically possible.

after he'd lost all the air from his lungs, peter reluctantly pulled back, panting and eyes blown wide. he stared at you, taking in your disheveled state as he noticed how pink and plump your lips had grown from the kiss, your entire face flushed as you fought for your own air.

peter took a step back, trying to catch any semblance of humility he had left.

"(y/n), i know i probably just fucked so much up. i know that, and i'm sorry. i'm so sorry, and i'll leave you alone from now on. i promise. i know you're in a relationship, and i've only known you for a few months, and i know i'm being insane, and now i'm rambling," peter gave a nervous chuckle, his hand scratching at the back of his neck as his gaze hit the ground.

"i'm not going to go on a rant about how you should pick me instead, about how much better i would be for you. but when you're mad at me for this — and rightfully so,

"don't forget that you kissed me back."

peter grabbed his bag quickly, giving you an awkward wave goodbye as he nearly sprinted out of the room, leaving you alone and utterly dumbfounded.

holy fucking shit.

peter didn't break his sprint until his feet hit the steps of his apartment building.

he ran inside, slamming his door shut behind him and dropping his backpack to the ground. peter's back hit the couch with a heavy thud, his arms splayed out to the sides.

he wanted to be upset with himself, he really did. and he should be. he shouldn't have put you in that position; it was unfair to you. he tried to ridicule himself, to feel any ounce of shame for his actions.

but all peter could think about was the lingering feeling of your lips on his.

his fingers traced where they once laid, a tingling sensation still heavy on his lips since he'd left oscorp over fifteen minutes ago. all peter could think about was how you tasted — your sharp, minty breath against his. he thought about your perfume, how good you smelled that close to him. everything about the kiss was intoxicating, and now he knew he definitely needed to quit the internship, because there was no way in hell he could see you without experiencing that kind of temptation again.

god, he should've listened to nico. sorry, women.

a sharp, rapid knock on his apartment door jolted him out of his thoughts, and peter shot up instantly.

either you were about to bitch slap him, or your boyfriend was. and either way, he deserved it.

he made his way to the door, steps heavy as he dragged his feet underneath him, not ready to face the consequences of his actions. really, peter didn't need to open the door. he could stay in here and hide forever, block your number, and move cities. yeah, that could be good. maybe if he just moved slow enough, he could make it back to the couch without—

"peter?" your voice called through the wooden door.

fuck.

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the boy in apartment 5B

peter parker x gn!reader

summary: in the aftermath of the world forgetting about peter parker, peter finds himself wanting to let someone in again for the first time in months

wc: ~1.8k

omg okay i got permission to write a fic entirely based on a headcanon headcanons.foru wrote on tiktok, and i was fucking obsessed with it the second i read it. leighton, your work is beautiful, and i thank you for letting me run with this and flesh it out. some of the language is directly from their tiktok, so please go watch it! they’re the mastermind behind this bad boy, not me. i've been so afraid to write anything post nwh because it is devastatingly sad, and i don't like to acknowledge that my sweet boy peter is out there alone, forgotten, and miserably sad. but the hc was just so pure and sweet, and i had to expand on it

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later in the winter months, you met your new neighbor, a meek brunette who moved into the apartment down the hall. you couldn't get much of a read on him, as all you'd exchanged were soft smiles and quiet greetings when passing through the halls.

there was no recognition as you passed him each day, no knowledge of spider-man or his extensive history. of everything he'd been through. it was just genuine human interaction, and as he began to catch onto that, it grew to mean everything to him. you only knew him as peter, the guy with tired eyes and messy hair who lived two doors down from you. you were a fresh start, and that both excited and terrified peter.

you found him sitting outside the building one day, visibly shivering and nose bright red. he was clearly upset, a day's worth of more trauma he could add to the list you knew nothing about. you swore his cheek had a soft yellow tinge to it, like a bruise almost healed.

peter flinched as he saw you approach him, not wanting to explain what he was doing sitting in the cold alone. you gave him a soft smile, a quick 'hey peter' as you passed and headed inside. he was both relieved and disappointed as you let him be, thankful to not have to explain himself, but feeling himself grow sad as you left him.

you didn't leave him for long, though, as minutes later you walked outside and took a seat next to him on the steps. you passed him a bowl, steam heavy between the two of you from the fresh soup you'd brought down for him. he took in in his hands with a confused look.

"i thought you might be cold out here. grandma's recipe," you motioned towards the bowl in his hands. "chicken dumpling. a great cure for whatever ails you."

the tone of whatever had weight to it, like you were referencing his emotional state without prying. he didn't say much, just staring down at the soup in his hands with his eyebrows furrowed. you left him with another soft smile, headed back inside for the evening.

he took a hesitant bite, not wanting to believe that his cute neighbor down the hall would poison him, but not trusting anyone around him at this point. after the flavors hit his tongue and his stomach blossomed with warmth, however, he'd be happy to go out this way, he thought.

he went inside that night with a little more strength than he'd left with.

later the next day, there was a soft knock at your door. you gave a 'comin!' as peter heard you run through your apartment, laughing quietly to himself as he heard you trip and mutter a string of curse words. you opened the door, a surprised look on your face as you saw peter in front of you, your bowl in his hands, empty and washed.

he held it out carefully, a genuine but tired smile on his lips. "thank you. it really does cure whatever ails you."

you gave him a playful smile back, a meek 'anytime' dancing on your tongue.

that moment was the starting point of your friendship with him, an invitation on both ends to reach out more. peter didn't want to admit it to himself yet; he couldn't, but you made him feel safe. everything about you put him at ease after a long day, after the weight of the world and the consequences of his decisions threatened to pull him under.

he started to show up at your apartment in the evenings, excited for a break from reality and to hear the adventures of your days. food became a silent peace offering between the two of you, an endless supply of sweet treats and warm soups traded on the harshest days, no words exchanged as you ate with him in silence, an occasional comment on how good everything tasted. words weren't needed with you, he didn't need to explain himself. he didn't need to justify his feelings or why he was suddenly being so weird and distant. you just let him be, and peter couldn't express how grateful he was for that.

over time, peter felt himself falling for you, and it terrified him to his core. he was so awkward with getting close to people now, scared to death of losing anyone else in his life. he fumbled his way through every part of falling for you: texts with too many emojis, stuttering his way through compliments, awkwardly hovering before asking if you wanted to hang out. but he was trying, and that surprised him.

he fought it for a while, his feelings for you. he cursed himself, angry that he was getting close to someone again. but he wanted to. he wanted to be close to you so badly. so after weeks of fighting it, he began to break down. to let you in. and it was messy. it was messy, and it was awkward, but it was real. he was trying, and you started to see some of his softness beneath all his scarring.

peter started to find any excuse he could to be around you, becoming your own personal handyman when you needed him. you didn't even have to ask. hell, half the time, you hadn't even noticed the issue yet. dripping faucet? he's on it. flickering light? he replaced the bulb and even bought it himself. he shrugs it off each time you thank him, bashful in your appreciation towards him. he did whatever he could for you, wanting to be a positive force in someone's life for once. he didn't even tell you how he scaled the side of your building the other day to fix your window that wouldn't fully shut. not that he could, without giving himself away anyway.

sometimes when you were talking to him or laughing, peter would go quiet. not a distant or sad quiet, but almost reverent. he would get so completely lost in you, so utterly entranced in your very being that it took all the words from his mouth. he didn't know how he managed to cross paths with you, how he managed to be blessed with someone so wonderful in his life after all he'd done, but over time, he stopped questioning it, rather soaking it up instead.

he was scared to let you in — how could he not be? but no matter how hard he tried, peter just couldn't stay away from you. he avoided many of the personal questions you asked him, the ones about his family, friends, or his past. you noticed, but you didn't pry, and peter appreciated that more than you could ever know. he wanted to let you in, to repay you for everything you'd done for him and all you've told him about yourself, but he didnt know how. he didn't know how to explain a life full of erased memories and unbearable losses.

but as time passed, he did. he'd catch himself accidentally lost in telling a story about may, eyes wide and mouth hung open as he realized what he was talking about. you gave him a smile, one so wide and excited that he hadn't seen before, as you patiently sat and waited for him to continue. he was flushed, almost embarrassed for how caught up he was over a story that he wouldn't have thought twice about telling a few months ago.

slowly, it became easier for him. he didn't tell you everything, but he began to let himself grieve his lost loved ones through the stories he told you. and you listened. you listened with such respect for him, peter almost thought it was laughable. because all he was talking about was a joke tony had told him once, but it was hard for him to get out, and you were so patient with him as he spoke. he fell quiet, tears flowing freely down his cheeks as he nervously laughed to himself. he told you how he'd lost more than he ever thought possible, and instead of asking for more information or shrugging him off, you just sat in a comfortable silence with him, your hand hesitantly on his.

that was another thing peter hadn't prepared for: touch. sure, he'd still been spider-man since everything happened, but there was a difference in the physical combat with criminals and the kind touches you gave him. whether it was a gentle hand on his arm as he spoke or a goodbye hug, each time, he didn't know how to handle it. his eyes would go wide, his breath caught in his throat. it had been a long time since someone touched him like that — not to heal, not to hurt, but just to be close. it made him nervous, but for the first time in a while, it was a good nervous.

when he realized he was fully and utterly in love with you, peter was so afraid. but his fear made him so gentle with you, treating you as though you were made of glass. he stared at you like you were made of stardust, a personal cosmic miracle standing before him. he held doors for you, buying an umbrella (which he'd never owned in his life) so he could make sure you'd never get caught wet in the rain again. he would give you his hoodie whenevr the weather grew shitty, even if it left him shivering.

and you noticed each small thing he did for you, from his handywork around your apartment to each gesture he made towards your comfort. you returned your appreciation in your own ways, leaving him little notes at his doorstep each morning to get him through the hard days, baking him treats, even going out of your way to pick up random junk electronics you saw out on your walks.

peter fell for you quickly, but you fell quicker, infatuated with him as soon as you realized just how much he hid to protect everyone around him. and when you kiss him for the first time, a kiss so soft and slow it was healing, you could feel part of him relax for the first time since you'd met him. you sat with your foreheads pressed together, a smile laced on your lips, and tangled in his own.

you pulled back enough to meet his eyes, your voice a gentle whisper. "whatever you're carrying, whatever hurt you're holding onto... you don't have to carry it alone anymore."

and for the first time in forever, he believed it.

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hiiiiiii! I was wondering if you could do a Liam Dunbar fic? Something where the reader is a younger sister of Scott or someone in the pack and is always off in her own world doing weird things with little/strange logic as to why. And the pack love her but they’ve never truly understood the reasoning behind everything, but for some reason Liam just gets her (and has a crush on her). So when the rest of the group have to try and decode the thigs she says, Liam can just be like “oh she thinks we should do this for the mission”. Idk if this make sense but thanks :)

heyyyyyy i'm sorry this took me so long! i hope this is anywhere in the realm of what you were thinking, i rewrote it like a million times because i was just not pleased with how it was turning out. i love babyb protective liam and he would absolutely be the first to stand at your side and defend you and your actions

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liam dunbar x fem!reader

summary: after the bite, you were left in the shadows as scott's younger sister: weird, quiet, and left out for wanting be stay behind the scenes. but liam didn't think so. in fact, liam completely understood you, in ways you couldn't imagine.

wc: ~1.6k

cw: not much, a bit angsty as theo is an ASSHOLE, but it's just a lot of protective liam rushing to your side to make you feel better

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being scott's younger sister meant a lot of things throughout the years. for a while, you were the popular one between the two of you. you had the good grades, you were good at sports, and if there was a mccall to talk about, it was you. but after the bite, things started to change. scott's attention and popularity were exponential, and you were left a bit in the shadows, a newfound social anxiety beginning to take hold as you watched him soar. through lacrosse, through a shiny new friend group, through everyone suddenly asking you why your brother was suddenly so hot. eugh.

you were the first person he told about the bite, even before stiles. you were there to help him through the rough nights, the times when he sobbed into your arms over not knowing what to do next. how to control everything, how to lead a pack. you stayed back as he grew, helping stiles with research and technical stuff in the background, concerned with how easily your brother threw himself at danger.

as time passed, you became the only one in the background, stiles taking the stage front and center in the pack and diving headfirst with the rest of the pack, despite being human. you didn't know how he did it, handled watching everyone get hurt over and over again, watching friends die right in front of you. it terrified you, and as soon as allison died, you put up a boundary that you definitely didn't want to be involved with anything on site. you couldn't handle that much pain.

so you got pushed back, as time passed. your research didn't matter as much, and you grew more reserved in what you shared. as pack members came and went, you were no longer a founding member of the team, but scott's weird younger sister who lurked in the background. you felt stupid, trying to involve yourself in any way at this point. you felt useless.

that was until liam joined the pack.

right from the beginning, you could tell liam was scared, too. scared of this new world in front of him, of watching his friends get put in harm's way over a fight that wasn't theirs. so you bonded quickly, turning to help patch liam up after fights, helping calm him down, and teaching him ways to keep from turning. scott definitely didn't need your help anymore, but liam was new to this, and he appreciated your nonjudgmental kindness towards him.

it didn't take long for liam to become head over heels smitten with you. he admired how you stayed back, helping how you could from home. he liked that someone was smart enough not to run headfirst into danger, taking their time to research things beforehand, despite the rest of the team giving you shit for it. sometimes after a mission, he would fake that an injury was worse than it was, just as an excuse to spend time with you. others made fun of him for it, wondering why on earth he would want to spend time with scott's weird sister, but he didn't care. he appreciated everything you did for him and wanted to make sure you knew you were an asset to the team. to him.

he was so thankful to have someone who also acknowledged how all of this is fucking insane, and he didn't feel as stupid for being overwhelmed by everything. so liam spent more time with you than scott after a while, going over your notes and research before each pack meeting so that he could help you present your work to the team. everyone brushed it off, especially theo, not understanding how anything connected or what it was even necessary for.

but liam understood. he understood that this was how you could help, while still keeping up some walls and boundaries. he grew to understand all your messy writing, how all the strings were attached and connected to each other. he helped you form your detective board that was similar to stiles', growing angry whenever someone would make fun of you for yours, but not the sarcastic brunette's version. he helped explain your messy and incomplete thoughts to everyone, knowing it was important information that you couldn't seem to articulate on your own.

liam was so grateful for you. and you were grateful to finally be understood, to feel like you meant anything to the team. not that scott made you feel like you didn't matter. he was a great old brother, but sometimes it was clear that you were just in the way. but liam never made you feel that way.

he made that clear one friday night as the team crowded in the mccall living room, anxiously trying to devise a plan against the dread doctors. everyone was at their wits' end, tired and hopeless as they searched for lydia. they hadn't had a lead in days, and it was wearing them down quickly.

you stayed on the staircase, listening from a distance with a pain in your chest as they talked about her. lydia was someone else who made you feel like you mattered to the pack, like you did anything worthwhile. and losing her? that was a hit that hurt, even from a distance.

scott shook his head, hands heavy on the back of his neck as he fought to find encouraging words for his friends around him. they didn't come. "i just don't know what to do. these guys aren't like anyone we've ever fought before."

liam wasted no time bringing up a solution. "i think we should talk to (y/n)."

everyone gave him a funny look, theo especially. "for what exactly?"

"she's the only one who's read the book. and she understands it. she's got like, twenty pages of notes about it and teleric currents. i really think if we let her lead this for a bit, we could put our heads together and figure something out."

theo scoffed at him, rolling his eyes. hard. "i tried reading the book, we all did. and it made no sense. honestly, i think it's a dead end and she wasted her time, and she's wasting our time, thinking it'll help."

"she's just trying to help," scott interjected, a bad taste in his mouth as theo talked about his sister.

"yeah well, she's not very helpful, now, is she? the book is just as confusing and pointless as she is."

liam immediately blew up in your defense. because how dare anyone say that after the nights you've spent up, reseaching and annotating this shitty book, looking for anything to help the team? how dare anyone insinuate that you aren't part of this team, and that you aren't pulling your weight? you might not be supernatural, you may not have the experience on the battlefield that stiles had as the other token human, but you cared. you cared so much about everyone here and how fucking dare they treat you like this?

everyone stared at him in shock, not knowing he was that protective of you. scott almost looked proud, though his face was clouded with his own sorrow and shame in how he'd treated his sister, who just wanted to help as badly as the rest of the team.

liam took a deep breath, claws digging tightly into his palm as he fought to control his breathing. he turned towards the front door, muttering a quick 'i need some fresh air' as he left for the porch.

he sat down on the steps, repeating the mantra you'd taught him just months ago, focusing on finding the sound of your voice. he'd never tell you, but you'd grown to become his anchor as time passed.

liam heard the front door creak, and he let out a frustrated sigh. "scott, i really don't want to talk right now."

"that's okay," your meek voice broke through his rage-induced haze. "you don't have to talk. i just wanted to say thank you."

liam's gaze shot up to you as he watched you take a seat next to him, a blanket wrapped around your shoulders. you offered it to him slowly, a peace offering despite his horrible mood. "o-oh! i'm sorry, i didn't know you heard all of that. it's not a big deal, i didn't really do anything."

you gave him a soft smile, one that dropped all the stress from his chest in an instant. "you did. that meant a lot to me. no one's ever stood up for me like that before. no one's ever made me feel that... seen. or wanted. like i was doing something good."

liam took the blanket from your grasp, tucking it around the two of you and scooting closer. "you are. doing something good, i mean. i'm serious, i think the key is in that book, and i think if we all listened to you about it, we'd be a lot further than we are."

you leaned to lay your head on his shoulder, and liam was glad you weren't supernatural, that you couldn't hear just how fast his heart was beating from the touch. "well, thank you. i guess it's nice to hear sometimes."

he reached down to grab your hand, giving it a soft squeeze. "will you help us? please?"

you gave a small nod, and liam could immediately smell the anxiety on you.

"i'll be there the whole time, i promise. i'll even help you walk them through everything."

you raised his hand to your lips, giving the back a shy kiss as you nodded again. "okay," you gave in a meek voice.

liam returned the kiss to your hand, grinning as a blush took over your cheeks. "'atta girl."

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hi :) could I request a liam dunbar fic. maybe one where the reader is coach finnstocks daughter and has gotten his blunt and determined attitude when it comes to sport (also of course his weird opinions). And everyone finds her intimidating, but for some reason liam really likes her and because of that she is aggressively kind to him (if that makes sense)

hello hello! i'm sorry for the wait, and i hope i did this prompt some justice! i haven't written liam in quite a few months and i have a lot of requests for him i'm working on, so i hope this is okay!

aggressive

liam dunbar x fem!reader

summary: you're a lot: determined, headstrong, steadfast, and it intimidates a lot of people around you. everyone except for liam.

wc: 1.2k

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you'd been called a lot of things. bossy, scary, aggressive. but liam didn't buy into any of it.

you were determined, in school, in sports, in absolutely everything you did. and that intimidated the people around you, gave them the impression you were full of yourself. everyone thought they knew who you were, putting harsh labels on someone they didn't know. everyone except liam.

he loved your drive and passion, the sparkle you got in your eye whenever faced with a challenge. you didn't run away from hard things, you ran towards them: full speed, directly into whatever lies ahead, and you didn't slow down until you'd conquered whatever it was.

you had economics with liam — that was where he first met you. you were the only one to would talk back to coach without repercussions, and it amused him. once he found out you were his niece, it made sense: the passion and strive for excellence you had. that fact alone made you ten times scarier to those around you, but he found that it brought a smirk his face. of course you had finstock in your blood.

it was a particularly stressful day, coach at his wits end preparing for the later lacrosse game and taking out his stress on each of his classes for the day. the room was tense, and everyone could feel it —especially liam. new to the team and to his newfound abilities, he sat at his desk, knees bouncing as he stared aimlessly at the worksheet in front of him. a voice drew him out of his thoughts.

"nervous, dunbar?"

he shot up to look at you in the seat next to him, face flushed as soon as he met your eyes. "uh... y-yeah. i guess you could say that."

you laughed, it seemed as though at him. "that's stupid."

"excuse me?"

you shook your head at him, "i said that's stupid. to be nervous. you're a great player, i saw you at the scrimmage. use those nerves and turn them into a drive to win."

though a tad aggressive, liam didn't mind. it was one of the nicest things anyone had said to him. and little did you know, he took your words to heart — for more than just lacrosse, too.

he found your words as a mantra, repeating in his head each time he could feel his heart rate spiking, trying his best to control a shift. anytime he grew anxious, his mind swirling at the possibilities and outcomes before him, he thought about what you said: use those nerves and turn them into drive.

after his first interaction with you, liam found himself longing for more, for any excuse to talk to you or simply be in your presence. everything about you was so strong, and your confidence was contagious. being around you made him feel good about himself, and you left him in awe each time you spoke.

he started to show up at your soccer games, cheering you on and watching you in your element. and holy shit, you were good. he'd heard how good you were, mostly in whisperings around the halls in a negative context, those around you assuming your pride was straight narcissism. but liam knew it was more than that, especially as he watched you play.

you were good, and you deserved to feel good about yourself. he waited after each game to tell you as much, not because you needed to know — you already did. but he wanted you to know you had someone in your corner, someone who wasn't afraid of you. someone who understood just how hard you worked, and made sure you felt seen.

as he started to hang around you more, the comments started to come his way, even from his friends. stiles drummed at the locker next to liam as he rolled his eyes, trying to locate one of his books.

"listen, i'm into dominant women too, liam. don't get me wrong. but she's just flat-out scary. i think my ego takes a hit just looking at her."

liam slammed the locker shut and turned towards stiles, taking a deep breath to calm himself down. "she's not scary. maybe if you talked to her, you'd know that."

stiles put his hands up defensively. "hey! i'm not trying to diss your girl, man. to each their own."

"she's not my girl. and she's really nice, you know? and she's driven, and passionate, and wonderful to be around. so, fuck off, would you?"

liam walked off before getting more heated, headed straight towards where you stood talking to lydia down the hall.

"i'll send you my notes, okay lyds? i'll see you later," you turned to give him a smile. "hey, dunbar. you look great today."

he blushed at your compliment, giving lydia a soft wave as she walked away. "giving the lydia martin notes? is there anything you aren't the greatest at?"

your smile was genuine, and he saw how your shoulders relaxed at his comment. "nope, i'm pretty much the best. did you get your results back on the econ exam? if finstock gave you anything less than a perfect score, i'm going to kill him for you. you worked too hard on this for it to not show."

he loved that you did that. aggressive, maybe, sure, but you were so supportive of him it hurt his chest. he'd never had someone so unabashedly in his corner, and you made him feel worth something.

"i got a 98%. he docked me two points for mispelling 'oligopoly', which, can he do that? he's not an english teacher." liam grumbled, embarrassment hot across his cheeks.

"that's the most ridiculous thing i've ever heard. he can't even spell 'definitely' half the time. that's insane, i'm talking to him." you shut your locker and gave him a chuckle.

liam tried to contain his wonder and infatuation, but it was nearly impossible to do. "god, you're so brave. you are like, the most fearless person i know, and it's so fucking cool."

you blushed, pushing him off with a nervous laugh. it was the first time liam had seem your resolve slip. he'd made you blush. he didn't know he could do that. "please, it's just my uncle. i yell at him for fun."

"oh whatever, i've seen you threaten prinicpal thomas over a thirty-second tardy. i'm pretty sure you're going to run the country some day."

you gave a full belly laugh, slipping your hand in liam's as you pulled him to walk to your next class. you moved with such confidence, the action itself seeming so obvious to you, but knocking all the wind out of liam's chest as he felt your warm hand in his. "president, huh? i like the sound of that. only if i can appoint you as vice, yeah?"

he gave your hand a soft squeeze, butterflies overtaking his stomach. "trust me, i'll be the first one to do anything you tell me to do."

you gave him a smirk, "that's what i like to hear."

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stage two: hunger

summary: despite every instinct in his body, peter can't help but fall further and more helplessly in love with you... even if you happen to have a boyfriend.

wc: ~2k

cw: lil smutty but exclusively on peter's end, he's just very horny and cannot refrain from touching himself at the thought of you. mentions of oral (fem!receieving), swearing, unrequited love >:(

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peter didn't get a lick of sleep that night.

he racked his brain for any possible sign he could've missed, any possible indication that you were in a relationship. but he couldn't come up with anything. you hadn't mentioned him before this, and peter was beating himself up for falling this hard for someone he'd known for barely a month.

he replayed all of his memories with you, every time he thought you were flirting or going out of your way to think of him. he felt defeated, and though it wasn't like he was actively trying to pursue you, knowing the avenue was closed and he'd gotten this attached was crushing. god he was embarrassing. how was he supposed to look at you without it tearing him to shreds?

but something hurt worse than the thought of not having you in that way: not having you at all.

whether he meant for it to or not, your presence had become a healing force in his life, your smile a beacon he turned to after a hard day, shitty patrol, anything. facing you was the last thing he wanted, but the one thing he needed.

so he pretended like nothing was wrong — because nothing was. his feelings were unrequited, and that was absolutely fine! you hadn't done anything to wrong him, unknowing you'd even hurt him. so why did he still have to pretend?

peter was in love with you, and he had to push it down. keep things civil, keep things above the belt. and it wasn't hard — he wanted to. he loved spending time with you. so as the weeks passed, he did.

peter kept bringing you smoothies, walking you to your car each night. he even asked about your boyfriend, occasionally, though any story you mentioned physically hurt his chest. and you kept being you. unabashedly considerate of him and an ever-present source of light.

it grew even more tumultuous in peter's brain each time you brought up your boyfriend, more specifically, what you talked about. sometimes they were nice stories, a date you'd gone on recently, or the explanation of an inside joke you couldn't get out of your head. but as time passed, it grew bittersweet. you told stories of fights you'd had, asking peter's opinion. times you thought you'd deserved better, how you wished you weren't scolded for being so passionate about your work. he tried to stay neutral about it, tried to respond how any other friend would.

but he wasn't any other friend, and he was definitely biased. peter didn't understand how anyone could treat you less than a princess, less than the angel on earth you were. how they didn't see all the hard work and late nights you'd put into literally inventing something and building it by hand. but he played it cool, staying inconspicuously on your side and keeping you happy. because that's all he ever wanted to do: make you happy.

he needed to stop, to slow down his time with you; he knew that. but you were gravitational, and peter couldn't help it. he knew the consequences of getting to know you more, of spending more time with you, but the benefits outweighed every. single. time. he started staying late to help you more often, spending more time shamelessly up front with you while working on the project as people broke off into their own groups. you were only a year older than him, but something about the whole "teacher's pet" of it all made it... exciting, to say the least.

that was another thing peter had noticed as time passed: not being able to like you made him incredibly turned on by you.

he felt entirely guilty about it, fantasizing about his coworker, let alone his team lead, who actively vouched for his application. he felt guilty as he watched you lean over others' desks during lab, shifting his stool closer to his own to cover his growing problem as he stared at you. he felt guilty each time you laughed and leaned a little too close to him, the scent of your perfuming driving him crazy and flooding his mind with downright sinful images of the two of you. he felt guily for how hungry he was for you.

peter felt guilty as he lay on his bed each night, hand down his boxers as he palmed himself to the thought of you. how he pictured you on top of him, your hands all over his chest as you rode him so perfectly, your name a prayer on his lips. he felt guilty as he moaned your name, an echo around his bedroom as he came undone night after night.

peter was absolutely fucked.

everything was fine and managable until a friday night, seven weeks into the program. peter had stayed late to help wrap everything up again before a deadline, the clock showing a wide-awake eleven pm as your voice flooded through the room.

"i'm serious! my tongue was bleeding. how do you mess up a kiss that badly?"

peter nearly doubled over, holding his side stitch as he harmoized with your laugh. "that's fucking insane."

"i know right?" you wiped away a tear, a sigh falling from your lips as you leaned back in your chair. "what about you peter? truth or dare?"

he thought about it for a second and then gave a shrug, "truth."

you pondered with an exaggerated thinking face. then a smirk. "what about you? tell me something wacky about your sex life."

peter felt all the blood rush from his face. "w-what?"

"come on, parker. i think you're hiding a lot from me. tell me something crazy you've done. and don't skimp on me here."

he sat for a moment, knee bouncing as he fought through the wave of his own thoughts. you bringing up sex in general was one thing, but flat out asking him about it was another. he had no idea how to look you in the eye while talking to you, or how to do it without getting painfully hard. your patient doe eyes were so not helping him.

"uhh... i-i guess..." peter nervously looked back at you, darting between your gaze and your lips. fuck, why did he do that?

"i don't know. my freshman year of college, the girl i was dating was... a little too into cats. i won't get too into it, but let's just say when i say i'll try anything once, unfortunately, i have a history of meaning it."

peter stared into your wide eyes and cursed himself, cringing and regretful that he'd taken it too far. but then he heard your laugh, the way you hiccupped when you couldn't break any longer, and everything felt safe again. you made everything feel safe, even as he said the most embarrassing thing he could have. fuck, he was so screwed.

"honestly, peter? that's kind of endearing. most men complain about eating you out, let alone going as far as indulging in your kinks."

peter's mouth went dry. "m- wait, what?"

you said it again, as though it were common sense. "i haven't been with a single man that didn't at bare minimum throw a fit about going down on me, some even flat out said no. called it disgusting. as if i can't tell they haven't showered in far too long while i'm down there."

he couldn't believe what he was hearing. "i'm sorry, you're saying men don't want to go down on you? but your boyfriend obvi—"

you gave a pained laugh. "you'd think, right? tried it once and told me he thought it was gross. happy birthday to me."

peter didn't know if the ringing in his ears was from how hard he was at the thought of eating you out, or from the sheer rage that was coursing through his veins. "i'm sorry to overstep, but that's bullshit."

you laughed at him, nodding in agreement. "yeah, you're telling me. don't get me started, that is not a fight i want to relive."

peter gave you a frown before you continued, "speaking of, it's getting pretty late. gonna hear a mouth-full when i get home, sheesh. thank you, again. for staying, i mean. you're always so helpful, peter."

he gave you an unconvinced look, speaking up before he could stop himself. "why do you keep saying that? that he's going to yell at you for being out late. i mean, he knows your working, right? we're working on some pretty cool shit here, i guess i thought he'd be proud."

there was a look on your face peter hadn't seen before. it was solemn, one he couldn't quite decipher. you matched it with a soft chuckle. "you can't say things like that, peter. make me think that i deserve better."

"you do, you know."

you gave him a faint smile. "come on, walk me out, will you? i have more questions — i need to live vicariously through you on this whole 'going down on a woman' topic."

holy shit, peter was so irrevocably, unimaginably fucked.

peter spent the rest of his night imagining what it would be like to taste you. to feel you under his tongue, writhing around for him. he couldn't imagine anyone denying you such a pleasure; it was a disservice to you, honestly. to themselves. because if there was anything peter would bet on, it would be that you tasted as sweet as your honey-laced personality.

after a grueling two months under your spell, peter had to outsource some opinions on the situation, and whether or not he should quit the program and remove himself from you entirely. he reached out to mj first, not expecting her response.

"peter, i think you should be a homewrecker."

"w-what?! that is not what i was getting at!"

"i know, i'm getting there for you. i say, this relationship sucks and you should make a move and win her over."

"mj, this isn't twilight, i can't just start a fucking love triangle in my oscorp internship. i wanted to know if i should quit or not."

"oh? yeah, i don't care about that. quit, don't quit, whatever. but you should definitely be a homewrecker."

"mj, i-i can't... i can't do that."

"can't you, though? don't you want to? just a little?"

she had him there. it wasn't like peter hadn't thought about it, completely blowing past all boundaries and making a move on you. but he wasn't crazy, and he wasn't an asshole. he wasn't going to be like all the shitty men you'd brought up.

but damn if he didn't want to.

no, peter parker was not a homewrecker.

right?

fuck, he needed some more opinions.

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I’m gonna need more Rick Sanchez shit. Idc what people say I love that old man. Maybe more stuff like the one where he had a soft spot for the reader? Like expanding more on that? Honestly it’s totally up to you but I would eat that shit up.

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christmas cheer

rick sanchez x gn!reader

part two to my og rick sanchez x gn!reader blurb, but you could solidly read this on its own i think. again, not a fleshed out fic, not a headcanon, but a dangerous place in between

summary: you're a family friend and space beth brings you home for the holidays. you've heard across the multiverse about the asshole known as rick sanchez, but for some reason he's... different with you?

wc: ~1.1k

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since space beth brought you home for the holidays, the tension between you and rick has been... well, far too present for everyone's liking. which is weird, because the two of you have exchanged like, a SOLID twenty words. maybe. and the tension from you is expected: who isn't a little in awe of the smartest man in every universe? but the tension coming from rick's side? his random softness towards you, the way he let you into his garage, his room — even when he wasn't there? let's just say, morty was a little peeved.

both beths have prepared a beautiful christmas eve dinner, and after somehow managing to get rick to come out and eat, everyone KNOWS something is up with him, despite his constant deflection of it. rick is a bit more distant than normal and not being as much of an ass and… did he just excuse himself after a burp? jesus, who are you turning him into?

but no one's complaining throughout the meal, the most peaceful one the smith family can remember having. as everything wraps up, you offer to take everyone's plates, heading to the kitchen and starting on the dishes. everyone immediately turns to stare down rick.

summer: okay what the fuck is going on with you grandpa rick

beth: yeah i’ve never seen you so… well mannered

jerry: i, for one, didn’t know it was even possible

spacebeth: i hate to agree with jerry, but you are being weird. are you trying to fuck my high school best friend right now?

rick: what.

morty: grandpa rick, c-come on, i like them! i don’t know what your plan is here, but i-just, just dont. leave them alone!

summer: i think they’d be kinda cute

beth: summer stop shipping your grandpa and my childhood friend. that’s horrible

spacebeth: i mean, it’s honestly the least horrible thing we’ve done in a while

and rick slams his hands down and gets up in a fit of anger: enough! i’m-i’m not doing anything with her! leave me the fuck alone, i don’t care about this shit

he storms out to head back to the garage but pops his head in to let out a: and i’ve done plenty of worse things than this in the last bblueeghghh— h-hour. fuck you for underestimating me.

and while the smiths carry on discussing amongst themselves, you're standing at the sink, frozen. you'd heard the whole thing, and you didn't know how to feel. honestly, you're kinda just glad you're not the only one who sees it, and — wait, did summer admit to shipping us? oh jesus christ

later that night, you follow space beth to the roof for some well-deserved drinking. and you're talking about it, about rick, and how you just feel a certain way around him. you can't describe it, and you feel fucking stupid for trying to, especially to the maybe clone of his daughter. but he's different than how he'd been described to you, and it seems that's out of the ordinary. you can't help but be curious, but you don't want to pass any line or... whatever

you expect to be ridiculed. in the admission of some kind of feelings, you honestly expected to be ridiculed and outed to rick, laughed out of the smith household forever. but space beth takes a long drink and stares at the stars.

space beth: listen, he's the worst piece of shit to have existed, and I can't have you going into this not knowing that... but like pop off queen

you: the fuck do you mean, 'pop off queen'? are you supporting this right now?

space beth: he's been different with you, i don't know. i haven't seen it since... jesus, well, since mom. it's kinda nice to see again.

you: i don't know. i just don't want to make a move and then make the biggest ass out of myself in front of rick fucking sanchez. he'd never let me live it down across the whole fucking multiverse.

and you guys keep talking, unknowing that rick has the garage door propped open and has been listening the entire time. he takes a swig out of his flask, muttering a "jesus fuck" to himself as he forces himself to think about it. he's feeling weird, and doesn't know what the fuck to do about it, but he knows damn well he doesn't want to make you feel how you think he's going to.

both of you drink a little too heavily that evening, drowning yourself in feelings you're both trying so hard to push away.

it's a sunny day on christmas morning as rick nearly crash-lands the spaceship in the front yard, running to the garage with far too much excitement. you can see him from the dining room window, a mischievous look on his face as he runs in, and you can't help but want to get involved.

whatever conversation you had with space beth last night put some confidence in you, and you walk out to greet him.

you inch closer, noticing his back is turned to you and you can't see what he's doing. you call out for him, feeling bold, but you're met with no response. you walk up to him and put a hand on his shoulder, hoping, praying it doesn't get shot off the second you make contact with him. it doesn't. actually, you're met with his shoulders relaxing at the touch when he turns to see it's you. rick fully spins around in his chair, credit card in hand, pink dust around his nose, and eyes redder than you'd ever seen.

a smile tugs at your lips as you roll your eyes at him: rick, it's nine in the morning on christmas. what on earth is this?

rick: ah ah ah, what in the testicle monster dimension is this. kalaxian crystals, o-only the finest way to spread some christmas cheer.

you'd heard about kalaxian crystals before, a fleeting but impressively strong high. you weren't exactly a prude when it came to drugs, especially having spent the last year with rick's daughter, so you offer him a smirk and a genuine without me? your eyes widen in shock at your own confidence.

rick returns with a full belly laugh, a sound that knocked all of said confidence out of your knees: be my guest, sweetheart

you were high off the pet name even before the first bump

as you leaned forward to partake, you couldn't shake the feeling of rick's eyes burning holes in the back of your head, and the sudden rush of the kalaxian only amplified it. you threw your head back, a mix between a giggle and a cough escaping your lips as you turned to face rick, your eyes just a red and blown as his.

whether it was the crystal or the close proximity, he didn't know, but rick couldn't take his eyes off of you. the way your hair flipped back as you came back to a standing position, the way you were still in your candy cane striped pajamas, revealing a little more skin than he'd been used to seeing you in. the sound of your laugh echoed in his garage, and rick felt like he was fucking tweaking.

not even in a bad way, but anxiety coursed through his veins as his thoughts ran wild, thoughts he hadn't had towards someone in over forty years. fuck, you were going to be the death of him.

and fuck, he couldn't take it anymore.

rick stood from his chair with such force it fell to the garage floor behind him, nearly lunging for you as he backed you against his counter. you were both breathless, pupils shot as you stared at each other through the colorful haze of the crystal.

rick: y-you have --uuuuurrrppp-- no idea what you're doing to me

a smirk fell on your lips, a mysterious pride racing through you: oh yeah?

rick: y-yeah. fuck, i-i-i, i don't know. i don't know, and i fucking hate it. i hate how distracting you are, and how --uuurrppppp-- how i can't fucking get you out of my head. i'm actually half convinced you're here as a ruse to take me down

you gave him a smile, one so contagious, rick was now positive you had some kind of trance on him. but he couldn't care less, something about you bringing his mind to an ease he never thought he'd experience again.

a groan escaped his lips as rick let out a deep: oh, for fucks sake

rick leaned down immediately, connecting your lips with a kind of passion and revernence you didn't expect, a hold on you that didn't meet the harsh words heard about him around the galaxy. nothing about the way he kissed you was mean or selfish, and maybe it was the crystal talking, but holy shit you could do this forever.

he pulled back, searching for any uncertainty in your eyes. any signs he'd fucked up like he always does, hurting you like half the family already expected him to. but as rick saw the glimmer in your eyes and your plush pink lips matching the same tinge on your cheeks, it erased any self-doubt he had.

rick opened his mouth to speak, to say something cocky and ruin the moment, to tease you, but he was cut off with a slow clap coming from behind him. morty and summer stood with smirks on their lips and mischief in their eyes.

rick: either of you say one word and i'm blowing up boob-world.

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you guys i’ve never had a post hit 1k before 😭😭 this is really cool, i wrote this on a whim the other afternoon and im glad you guys are as devious as i am hehehe

isn't that crazy?

peter parker x fem!reader

summary: reader storms into peter's apartment, upset over her last tinder date being a complete tool and refusing to eat her out. peter gets a little... distracted.

wc: ~2.1k

cw: ! MDNI ! not full smut, but descriptions of peter being hard, talking about oral (fem!receiving), dry humping, hints of peter being an absoulte munch, swearing, peter getting so embarassed he makes half-jokes to himself about suicide, friends to lovers sexual tension babyyyyyyyyyy

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he didn't mean it. honestly.

in fact, there's nothing peter wanted more in this moment than not to be painfully hard. but here he was, and he didn't know what the fuck to do.

you had let yourself into his apartment with your spare, angrily marching down his hallway already yelling, up in arms about your latest shitty tinder hook up. his bedroom door slammed open, causing him to jump from where he was working at his desk. he looked to you with wide eyes as you continued the rant you'd started upon entering the threshold of his apartment.

"i mean, seriously? i give you the best head of your life, and you return with saying how 'disgusting' going down on me would be? and then you have the audacity to get mad at me when i don't want to fuck you? what the fuck is wrong with the men of new york?!"

you threw yourself down on his bed, frustrated sighs wracking through your chest as you attempted to calm yourself down, hands rough in your hair. peter stared back with bewilderment, and unfortunately, upon the thought of eating you out, an insane hard-on.

it's not like you hadn't talked about sex in the past five years of knowing peter, the two of you told each other everything. peter had just never seen you so... vulgar about it. so frustrated. he knew he needed to come up with a response — hell, he should've a solid thirty seconds ago — but he was currently willing his blood to stay in the upper half of his body, failing miserably as he couldn't fight off images of you spread for him out of his mind.

"what do you think, pete?" your voice snapped him back to earth.

"w-what?"

you gave a shrug, staring down at your lap and thankfully not seeing peter adjust himself and bring a sweatshirt into his own lap.

"i dunno, maybe i'm being the crazy one here. is it so bad to want head in return?" you stared at him expectantly, like you hadn't just asked him the most insane question he'd ever heard.

he shook his head a little too quickly, mentally cringing at how awkward he was being. parker, pull your shit together!

"no," he responded honestly. "i don't think you're being crazy." i think he's crazy for not wanting to.

you gave another heavy sigh, this time your turn to shake your head. "this is the third guy in a row who was appalled i even dare to bring it up. isn't that fucking crazy?"

peter nodded as though he was in a trance, eyes glossy as he stared at you. his reply fell to a whisper, not trusting the pitch of his own voice right now. "fucking crazy."

he held your gaze for a while as you sat in a comfortable silence. maybe for you, peter, however, was looking for any possible exit strategy that could come his way. his mind was going a million miles per hour, rushing thoughts of having you under him keeping him twitching against his sweatpants. he shifted in his seat, a lapse of judgment on peter's end as the sweatshirt in his lap moved against his groin, a sharp exhale falling from his gaped lips as he did everything in his power to hold back a moan.

if you noticed, you didn't let him know, giving him a soft smile as you stood from his bed to walk closer, gaze now heavy on the physics notes sprawled on the desk. you leaned over his shoulder, a hand on the back of his chair to stabilize yourself as you peered down.

"i'm sorry for complaining about my trashy sex life, this looks a thousand times more important. jesus, what even is all this?"

you leaned down further, your chest now brushing against his shoulder blade as you skimmed the papers, breath hot against his ear. normally, your proximity was no issue for peter — you've been best friends for years, touch wasn't foreign. but with his current circumstances, your touch against him was sending his senses into overdrive, and he was going to combust.

"j-just... physics... i-i guess." he stuttered, not daring to move his head a millimeter as your cheek nearly grazed his own.

you gave a gentle chuckle, the sound earning a groan deep in peter's throat before he knew to stop it. "yeah, i could figure out that much, parker. what's up with you? you're being weird."

you pull back slightly to adjust, immediately turning around to sit on peter's knee. again, it was something you'd done hundreds of times before with no other thoughts or implications, but with the sinful chains around his thoughts right now, it only threw him off more. you went to grab the sweatshirt in his lap, hoping to shift onto him more comfortably. he immediately grabbed your hand to stop you.

"no! i-i mean, i'm fine. i'm not being weird." he let go of your hand, crossing his arms and giving you a shrug, his best attempt at coming off nonchalant. his best wasn't good enough.

"yeah right, peter. what's your prob-" while speaking, you had grabbed for the sweatshirt quicker this time, using the momentum to immediately swing your leg over both his thighs to sit in his lap properly. you sat down fully, cheeks instantly flushing pink, "oh."

there were many times in his life when peter thought about ending it all, but none as much as now. he was going to have to either move countries, or jump from the empire state without his web shooters. those were the only two options circling his head as his wide eyes met yours, a red tint taking over his entire upper body.

"i'm so sorry, h-holy shit," he breathed out, grabbing at your hips to lift you off of him so he could get out of here as quickly as possible. you resisted him, though, doing what you could to fight against him and stay firmly planted on his lap. that made him panic even more. because, of course. he wasn't going to have time to kill himself. you were going to kill him first.

"i-i tried to, i don't... i'm so sorry."

you put your hands on his chest, a genuine look of bewilderment splayed across your features. "is that... is this because of me? what i was talking about?"

not only were you going to kill him, you were going to torment him about it first. and he knew he deserved it.

"pete—"

"i'm so sorry, please let me go, i didn't, i—"

"pete, listen to me."

"this is so embarrassing, i really didn't mean to—"

"peter," you let out his name in a voice he hadn't heard before, something torn between a growl and a moan — all while dragging your hips up against him. he gave a shaky exhale at the pressure, the feeling of you rutting against his cock stopping his guilty rambling.

you found his gaze, his pupils blown and irises dark, a direct correlation to the twitching of his cock as you gave him another soft roll of your hips. his hands found your hips again, holding you firmly in place to stop the teasing movement. his brows knit together, geunine confusion plastered across his face.

"what... what are you doing?" he was breathless, chest heaving as he stared back at you. you hesitantly reached a hand to his hair, palm splaying out on his scalp as your thumb traced circles on his temple. even in his worst possible moments, you were there to calm him down. he had absolutely no idea why you weren't yelling at him, or what you were even still doing here, but he wasn't going to fight it. he melted into your touch, and his breathing hitched as you leaned in closer.

"have you always felt this way?" you whispered, breath against his cheeks sending goosebumps across his body.

"felt... what?" he tried to play dumb, despite the fact that you could also feel how excruciatingly hard he was against you. when he daydreamed about confessing he was in love with you, this was never a scenario in his head.

you let your hand graze slowly down the side of his face, fingers coming to trace his sculpted jawline. his breath didn't just hitch at this point, he was pretty sure his lungs stopped working entirely.

"why haven't you ever said anything?" it wasn't angry, it was a genuine question.

he let out a scoff, a hand leaving your hip to scratch the back of his neck, embarrassment covering his features for the hundredth time this evening. "yeah, well. this isn't exactly how you want to tell your best friend you love her."

your eyes widened, and peter's followed, realization of his words hitting him.

"you love me?"

"holy shit, that's, i didn't, oh my god that's—"

peter's panic was cut off and replaced with awe as he felt your lips crash against his, a feeling he'd been dreaming of since the day he'd met you back in high school. he immediately reciprocated, tilting his head to deepen the kiss and letting a long overdue moan escape from his lips. you smiled against it, both hands interlocking with those brown curls you'd been dying to run your hands through, just like this.

peter nipped at your bottom lip, earning a sharp gasp from you that allowed his tongue much-needed entry into your mouth. the kiss was nothing short of hungry, years of pent-up feelings being released hot and noisily as peter bruised his lips against yours.

he pulled back sharply, out of breath and looking at you as though you weren't real. "wait, i dont... you...?"

you laughed at the lack of his question, though instantly understanding him. you gave a soft nod, a blush creeping over your cheeks as you brought your hands to cup his face. while the kiss was downright sinful, the way you looked at him filled him with nothing but reverence.

"every shitty tinder date happened after i chickened out of telling you how i felt. i just couldn't stand to lose you, peter." you added sadly.

he gave you a knowing look, nodding in agreement. "i know what you mean," he squeezed your hips, a contagious smirk controlling his lips. "wait, you've been going on shitty tinder dates since we moved out for college three years ago."

you returned the smirk, fingers trailing down to ghost the tendons in his neck. "i know."

peter pulled you in again, no longer embarrassed at the desperate noises escaping his throat as he attacked your lips, this kiss somehow hungrier than the last. you grinded down against him again, a raspy "fuck" leaving his swollen lips as he held a firm grip on your hips to keep you moving.

you chuckled at his desperation.

"you're telling me i could've been doing this the whole time instead of shitty jocks thinking its gross to make a woman feel good?" you sighed out as he trailed down your neck, teeth nipping and bruising your soft flesh as he continued to move against your hips, leaving you to soak up the feeling out how hard he was underneath you.

peter groaned in frustration, standing quickly with you still wrapped around his hips. he held you with one arm as though you weighed nothing, lips still attached to the pulse point in your neck. he used the other to catch himself as he threw you down onto his bed. you gasped, your back hitting the soft mattress as you took in peter's frame over you, hands on either side of your head.

he pulled back from his artwork on your neck, his jaw clenched. "i can't believe anyone could ever tell you such nonsense,"

he leaned down again to peck at your lips, hands making their way down to explore your sides. "i can't tell you what an honor it is to even think about how good you taste," he growled in your ear.

you gave a gasp, his words alone enough to have your cunt aching, as if you hadn't been since the second you sat down on his lap. "you... you think about that?"

he let out a chuckle as he sat back, his hands teasingly making their way to the button of your jeans. he ran his fingers under your waistline as his other hand tugged at your zipper, the feeling of your muscles tensing under his touch driving him absolutely crazy.

"more times than you could torture out of me," he pulled your jeans down, nearly finishing in his sweats at the sight of the delicate lace underwear against your burning skin.

"can i show you what i think about, sweetheart?"

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rewatching age of ultron and i want to see more of tony and vision's interactions.

listen, i know that vision isn't jarvis, he's an entirely new being. but he's genetically built off of jarvis' schematics, and i definitely think that shows through in his personality sometimes.

tony is in such awe when vision first comes to life, and yet so afraid. worried he's now not only unleashed a second ultron, but also lost, honestly, a best friend. i think tony remains hesitant for a while, but an old, familiar banter kicks in that neither of them notices at first. they do, though, and it feels weird. but maybe a good weird, you know?

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stage one: infatuation

peter parker x fem!reader

summary: peter parker starts an internship at oscorp, matched into a robotics team led by you — you, who has peter believing in love at first sight

wc: ~2.2k

hi i've had this idea in my head for months and i was going to make it one really long one but i actually just can't wait to put it out, so this will probably be like three or four parts! let me know what you think! also, i'm definitely imagining tasm peter this entire time, but it's not dependent on reading as him at all

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part three here!

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on peter parker's first day at his junior year internship for oscorp, he knew his life would change forever — he was just wrong about how.

he'd dreamed of this opportunity since high school, being able to work in an actual lab and have access to world-class equipment and the one-of-a-kind minds that came with it.

the one-of-a-kind mind that came with it.

peter met you thirty minutes into the onboarding presentation, and he suddenly didn't understand how he'd gone twenty-one years without you in his life. from the first time he was graced with your contagious smile, he was determined to have it as a guiding light through the rest of his days.

he'd never admit it, but that was the day peter started to believe in love at first sight.

you were leading the group on a tour through the facility, going over the expectations and rules, covering everything the internship would entail. he might have imagined it, wished a bit to hard for it, but he swore your eyes caught his more than anyone else's in the group. his jaw ached from the hour-long straight smile he couldn't seem to knock as your melodic voice blessed his ears. fire safety had never sounded so sweet.

an hour and a half in, you broke the large bunch off into their designated teams for the semester, and peter felt his heart nearly leap out of his chest as he saw you approaching his group.

"hey guys! i know you just heard me drone on for a lifetime, but i wanted to reintroduce myself. i'm (y/f/n) (y/l/n), but please, just call me (y/n). i'll be leading you guys as we work on the robotics portion of the project. i look forward to getting to know everyone on my team." you greeted everyone with your heart-stopping smile once again.

my team. not only was peter lucky enough to be graced with your presence on day one, but he'd get to see you five days a week. he was pretty sure this made up for every horrible thing that'd ever happened to him.

"let's take a quick break before starting, yeah? i need a snack before your first impression of me is while hangry." everyone gave a polite laugh, breaking off in separate directions.

you immediately turned to peter, walking his way. "hey,"

okay, he was definitely sure this made up for everything that'd happened to him.

"you're peter parker, right?"

maybe everything that ever will happen to him, too.

"yeah! yeah, that's me. how'd you know?" he gave you a shy smile, trying to not get too lost in your eyes. they were vibrant and speckled, something he was close enough to know now.

your returned smile was filled with much more confidence than his. "i remember your application. you're pretty impressive, parker."

peter was a blushing mess in seconds at your compliment. "oh yeah?"

"oh yeah. i had to make sure you were on my team as soon as i reviewed it." the smirk on your lips was unmistakable.

there was only a nervous laugh in response, a hand scratching at the back of his neck as peter's gaze dipped to the floor. he hoped it passed as humility, rather than giving away just how flustered he was.

"i'm headed to the cafeteria to grab a smoothie quick, wanna grab a bite with me?"

peter's eyes shot back up to meet yours, wide and pupils blown. there's no way you were talking to him right now, no way you remembered him from his impressive application, and no way you'd invited him to hang out (albeit for ten minutes) within two hours of meeting.

your confidence faded a bit as you read into peter's hesitance. "it's totally cool if not! if you'd rather settle in, get to know the lab—"

"no!" peter interjected far too loudly. "sorry, i-i mean, no! i'd love to join. how's the food here?"

your lips curled into a smirk, and once again, peter was in a puddle at your feet.

"not nearly as good as it could be for a multi-billion dollar company."

it may have only been ten minutes, but peter memorized everything he could about you in those ten minutes.

you liked starwberries, he noted from your smoothie choice, and you'd been at oscorp for a little over a year now. you'd started in his spot your sophomore year, an impressive feat to genius peter parker. that was the first thing he learned about you: just how wickedly smart you were. it wasn't often he felt like he'd met his match, someone he was excited to bounce his ideas off of, and it being you made him far more into this internship than he'd previously been.

but honestly, he'd be lying calling it the first. the first thing he learned from his ten minutes walking at your side was how incredibly gorgeous you were. not that it mattered; your intellect and ability to command a room already had him entranced, but holy shit. he didn't know someone could make a lab coat look so irresistible.

everything about you had peter smitten, damn near having to catch drool from his lips. the way your hair framed your face and bounced as you walked, the way your perfume danced inside his nose and filled him with memories yet to come. your downright essence was beautiful, and peter was starting to understand the sheer power aphrodite had over others.

he didn't get much time with you the rest of the evening as you led the introduction to the team, outlining the robotics project for the semester, but being in your presence was enough.

and as he packed his bag to leave and you slipped him your number 'for research purposes', he was already counting the minutes down till 4pm tomorrow.

your smile tormented his dreams the entire night.

actually, your smile tormented him the rest of the week, and he presumed it would for the next few months. truthfully, he hoped it would forever.

peter didn't get to talk to you much as your project started, but he savored the exchanged smirks and glances that came his way. he tried not to work himself up, begging his mind to not read into things too early. but every time he looked up from his paper to catch you already meeting his gaze, every time you came out of your way to say hi to him and check in on his work, peter felt himself getting further and further lost in you.

he started to come up with any excuse he could think of to talk to you, to earn a smile from you that could cure any ailment he had that day.

peter began to surprise you with a smoothie before each shift, strawberry tart, just like the first time. not only was it a reason to be in early, to talk to you until the last second before getting to work, but it freed up your breaks. the breaks you gave more often than any of the other team leads, he'd learned, your care for your team shining through in the way you taught and in the ways you didn't.

that was the next thing peter learned about you: your altruistic sense of others. you put everyone around you first, caring for people you'd known for less than two weeks as though you'd been best friends for years. couldn't make a shift because of work? you understood, new york was an expensive place to live. make a mistake on a task? no worries, you'd help error-correct and walk them through hands-on the right way to carry it out. everything you did was laced in honey, a sweetness oozing from you that nearly made peter sick to his stomach.

nearly.

peter's infatuation with you was on an exponential course, and the closer you grew, the more he couldn't help but fall for you. and the more times he caught your lingering glances, the way you started to return his smoothie favors with his favorite coffee order he'd mentioned in passing, the more his confidence in his affection grew.

it was 9pm on a tuesday night in the third week of peter's internship as the robotics team filtered out of the lab around him for the evening. they'd been wrapping up a busy and overwhelming shift as you prepared a prototype that would be reviewed by norman osborne himself. peter packed slowly as he always did, hoping to be last out and catch even a few more minutes with you.

he approached your desk at the front of the room, both hands tugging at his backpack straps as he closed in. you looked up from your work, a tired smile hanging from your lips.

"hey parker, good work today. as always," you added quickly. a blush crept to peter's cheeks just as fast.

"yeah, you too. are you almost done? i'm happy to walk you out."

you let out a frustrated groan, red eyes drifting back to your computer screen. "no, honestly. amadeus hasn't been in at all this week, so i'm trying to cover his portion before we turn everything in."

before you could even think to protest, peter had his backpack off and a chair pulled up to your desk. "here, let me help."

"peter, it's okay. it's already really late, and i know you have an early lecture in the morning. i can't ask that of you."

you remembering his class schedule had him dizzy, but he shook it off and gave you a soft smirk. "good thing you didn't ask, then."

that night set a different tone for peter. it was the first time he'd spent more than fifteen minutes alone with you, and despite being there to do someone else's work, he relished every single second of it.

he was nervous at first, his chair pulled so close he could feel your knee brush against his every now and then, your hands touching as you reached for the same tool. despite his anxiety, as the hours passed (unbeknownst to either of you), peter felt nothing but relaxed in your presence. he grew to know you more, the you that wasn't presenting to a room full of people, and he didn't know it was possible to fall even more in love than he already was. everything about you was so genuine, and when he talked to you, it felt like he'd known you for years.

it was nearly midnight as you put the finishing touches to the project, shoulders slumping in relief as you let out a breathy laugh.

"holy shit, i can't believe we did it."

peter smiled at you, leaning back in his chair to stretch out. "told you it wouldn't be that bad, (y/l/n). teamwork makes the dream work, right?"

you met his gaze with grateful eyes. "peter, i owe you my life. or at bare minimum the last three hours of your life back. you really didn't have to stay, i can't tell you how much it meant to me that you did."

he sat up, leaning towards you slightly. "nah, don't worry about it. anything to be teacher's pet," he nudged your elbow, earning a laugh that sent an ache through his chest.

"trust me, i'll do anything for you. i'll write you a reference so profound it'll be damn near biblical text."

it was peter's turn to laugh, standing to gather his belongings and pack his bag for the second time that evening. "come on, now i really gotta walk you out of here. i don't trust you alone in a parking garage at nine, let alone goddamn midnight."

you followed suit and grabbed your stuff, logging off of your desktop with a groan. "god midnight, i'm so sorry. you have to be at an analytical chemistry lecture in six hours. i did not deserve your help tonight."

he responded with a scoff. "come on, like i was gonna go to that anyway."

peter held the door for you as the two of you made your way through the empty and dark oscorp tower, tired conversations illuminated only by the faint red glow of the security lights. as you finally made your way into the parking garage and approached your car, you turned to peter with a smile that had him awake again instantly.

"thank you again. i really couldn't have done it without you."

"trust me, i'll do anything for you." he echoed your words from earlier, and had he blinked, peter would've missed the blush on your cheeks.

you unlocked your car to set your bags in the backseat, shutting the door to face him once more.

"well regardless, thank you. not many people would," you reached out while talking to grab his arm and give it a soft squeeze, so quick he almost didn't catch it. he did, though, and his entire body went up in flames at your touch.

"i'll catch you tomorrow, okay?" you gave a soft chuckle as you reached for your door handle. "that's if my boyfriend doesn't kill me for getting home this late. sleep well, pete."

you got into your car, and peter waved you off as though his entire world wasn't crumbling down around him.

holy shit. did she just say boyfriend?

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rick sanchez masterlist

my home to everything rick sanchez from adult swim's rick and morty

⤷ back to my main masterlist!

fluff (❋) angst (⏾) nsfw (☒) smut (ꨄ)

headcanons/blurbs:

𖣐 rick sanchez x gn!reader blurb you're a family friend staying for the holidays, and you slowly discover rick has a soft spot for you (unbeknownst to him) (❋)

⤷ christmas cheer part two to my blurb! (❋)

𖣐 rick sanchez nsfw request heavy and shameful sigh (ꨄ☒)

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liam dunbar masterlist

my home to everything liam dunbar from mtv's teen wolf

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fluff (❋) angst (⏾) nsfw (☒) smut (ꨄ)

one shots:

𓁢 thank you for saving me liam lets his anger get the best of him and now you're hurt (✧)

𓁢 aggressive you're a lot: determined, headstrong, steadfast, and it intimidates a lot of people around you. everyone except for liam. (❋)

headcanons:

dating liam (black cat!reader vibes) (❋)

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stiles stilinski masterlist

my home to everything stiles stilinski from mtv's teen wolf

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fluff (❋) angst (⏾) nsfw (☒) smut (ꨄ)

one-shots:

꩜ stiles, are you hard right now? in which you and stiles end up in a... tight situation (☒)

꩜ in his flannel you show up to stiles' for a study session in a particular choice of clothing (❋)

꩜ dramatic lately, stiles just can't seem to catch a break, and everything is getting to be too much. luckily for him, stiles seems to have his own anchor (⏾)

꩜ that was the best sleep i've had in months taking a car ride nap never sounded so good (❋)

꩜ kiss it better stiles helps you calm down the only way he can think to (⏾)

꩜ do you want to have sex with me, yes or no?? it had been a week since stiles kissed you, and you began to question how he was feeling. lucky for you, nothing with stiles ever goes the way you expect it to (☒)

blurbs:

stiles stilinski, the touch-starved boy (❋)

stiles stilinski, who can't keep his hands to himself (❋ꨄ☒)

stiles stilinski can't get enough of you after your first kiss (❋☒)

headcanons:

high with stiles (❋☒)

roommates to lovers (❋☒)

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peter parker masterlist

my home to everything peter parker: mcu, tasm, and just in general!

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fluff (❋) angst (⏾) nsfw (☒) smut (ꨄ)

one-shots:

🕸️ falling for you your father takes the team on a luxury vacation, and you can’t tell if it’s the heat or peter making your knees weak (❋⏾)

🕸️ i should've kissed you the five times peter almost kissed you and didn't, and the one time he finally did (❋)

🕸️ oh you little minx peter stumbles upon you and loki sparring, and his jealousy outs him (❋⏾)

🕸️ heartbreak girl peter's been listening to you cry over brad for months. when are you going to realize that he's your cure? (⏾❋)

🕸️ old habits die hard the world finds out you're spider-man's girlfriend, and the unwanted attention brings up some familiar feelings (tw: ed!) (⏾)

🕸️ isn't that crazy? you storm into peter's apartment, upset over your last tinder date being an utter tool and refusing to eat you out. peter gets a little... distracted (☒)

🕸️ even on my deathbed you get hurt on a mission, and the last thing on your mind before losing consciousness is peter (⏾)

🕸️ heat wave on a boiling new york saturday, you suggest a beach trip to your best friend (❋)

🕸️ the boy in apartment 5B in the aftermath of the world forgetting about peter parker, peter finds himself wanting to let someone in again for the first time in months (⏾❋)

multi-shots:

🕸️ oh my god, you, y-you look stunning peter 'friendly neighborhood spider-man' parker drooling at the sight of you when picking you up for the stark gala (❋)

⤷ go get her, kid (part two) with the help of some friends, wandering eyes, and liquid courage, you and peter brave the stark gala (❋☒)

⤷ impossible to behave around (part three) peter can't behave himself when you look that good (ꨄ☒)

🕸️ prepare yourself peter loses you on a mission, and it's worse than he could've imagined (tw: body horror!) (⏾)

⤷ you're safe (part two) the aftermath of peter rescuing you on a mission (⏾❋)

🕸️ large cheese pizza, please peter comes to save you from your abusive (now ex)boyfriend (⏾)

⤷ my hero (part two) peter has you stay with him after rescuing you from your abusive (ex)boyfriend, and years of mixed feelings flood you both (❋⏾)

🕸️ stage one: infatuation peter parker starts an internship at oscorp, matched into a robotics team led by you — you, who has peter believing in love at first sight (❋)

⤷ stage two: hunger despite every instinct in his body, peter can't help but fall further and more helplessly in love with you... even if you happen to have a boyfriend (❋☒)

⤷ stage three: temptation mj thinks peter should be a homewrecker, but he can't do that... right? (❋⏾)

blurbs:

🕸️ peter parker is afraid of thunderstorms (⏾)

🕸️ peter parker never made a big deal out of his birthday, but you always did (❋)

🕸️ peter parker comforts you after an especially triggering tv episode (⏾)

🕸️ peter parker, the photographer (❋ꨄ☒)

🕸️ peter parker in his glasses loving you in your glasses (❋)

headcanons:

🕸️ peter parker x reader: roommates to lovers (❋)

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hello friends! i promise i am working on your requests, i am just miserably ill at the moment and not convinced my body isn't just shutting down at this point

give me some time, and i'll get you some goodies!