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exhaslo · 5 days

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Firstly I would like to say that I love your writing.When you can, I would like to know if it would be possible for you to write a story where Y/n works at the Spider Society and Miguel O'Hara is jealous of her with other spiders and decides to declare himself to y/n, who responds by kissing him and this ends in 🔥🔥🔥

Thank you!!! It means a lot when people like my writing!!!

Warning: MINORS DNI, Smut, jealously, almost caught

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There were a vast amount of different variants of Peter Parker within the Spider Society. Amongst the variants were a few Mary Janes, a few Gwen Stacys and even a few others. At least 95% of Spider People were related to Peter.

But, there was that 5%.

Including you.

You were not a variant of Peter Parker, nor someone who was related to him in any way. You were one of the few special cases, much like your leader, Miguel O'Hara. You were a unique case and a very unique Spider-Woman.

Miguel had his eyes on you since the moment he recruited you. Call it a spark, but Miguel felt an urge to have you by his side. You were talented, so it was quick work to have you within his inner circle for the tough missions.

Now, Miguel would never call himself possessive. Nor would he call himself a jealous man. He just liked having what was his close. Nor did he like it when others would get near was belonged to him.

Now, approaching you on the matter was difficult. Miguel couldn't just outright tell you that you weren't allowed to talk to any of the Spider people. He couldn't tell you that you should only be talking and hanging out with him.

That would make Miguel look bad.

Miguel would just have to watch you from the sidelines, growing weary and frustrated with every passing second. How Miguel wished he could pin you against the wall and ravish your every being. Whisper about how every part of you belonged to him.

Watch you whimper and cry his name as his cock buried so deep in you that you saw stars. Just the thought of you squeezing him, holding him and giving yourself to him brought Miguel to ruin. How Miguel wished to see your fucked out expression.

These thoughts plagued Miguel. Each passing day grew worse. Miguel's hand could only do so much. Every day you came to the Spider Society drove Miguel mad.

He needed you.

He wanted you.

Hovering over his desk, Miguel groaned and grunted as he watched you over the cameras. You were smiling brightly as you spoke with Peter variants. That smile should be for him. Unable to hold himself back, Miguel called for you via watch.

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You were having a great time. Your life back home was running smoothly for once and you had plenty of like-minded friends in the Spider Society. You were enjoying yourself.

Plus, you had a huge crush on Miguel O'Hara.

The leader of the Spider Society was on another level. Miguel was tall, fit and hella handsome. The amount of nights you dreamed of him hovering over your body, pounding you endlessly was getting a little out of hand.

Snapping out of those lewd thoughts, you refocused on what one of the Peter's was saying. Your cheeks were turning red as Peter mentioned your watch going off.

"(Y/N), come to my office." Miguel said hastily.

"Ohhhhhh, someone's in trouble." The Peter's all cooed, snickering to themsevles.

"Am not! Maybe....there is a special mission?" You muttered.

Your heart was racing a mile a minute. What could Miguel need from you? Lyla was normally the one who would send you on missions per Miguel. So to be request by him personally, oh you were going to have good dreams tonight.

Approaching Miguel's office, you tried to compose yourself. Your thoughts were raging and your panties were damp. Taking deep breathes, you entered his office and searched for your tall, handsome leader.

"Miguel? Hello?" You called out.

"(Y/N)," Miguel appeared behind you, his rasp voice against your ear. You shuddered,

"M-Miguel, hey! I got your message-" Your eyes widen as Miguel's hand stroked your cheek,

"Are the Peter's more entertaining than me?"

"Huh?"

You were caught off guard by Miguel's question. Honestly, you were drawn to the look he was giving you. It felt lustful. The warmth of his hand comforting you in ways you could have only dreamed.

"Do you like hanging out with everyone else? What seems to be the problem with me? Am I not good enough?" Miguel's tone was getting a little harsh.

"No, that's not it. I, uh-"

"(Y/N)," Miguel's thumb started to stroke your cheek more, "Why won't you give me the same smile? Those Peters don't love you the same way I do."

You felt your jaw drop slightly. Was Miguel really confessing to you this way? In a small jealous fit? This was super cute. As Miguel gave you his intense stare, you decided to be brave.

Using his shoulders for support, you used Miguel as a ladder to reach his lips, kissing him.

The sweet kiss didn't last long. Miguel's hands gripped your waist as he licked your lips, forcing his tongue into your mouth. You gasped slightly, shivering at his forceful attack. His tongue ravishing your mouth, leaving nothing untouched.

"Mhm, Miguel," You muttered between kisses.

"Hm? Do you want me to stop?" Miguel asked. You held his hands, taking the moment to catch your breathe,

"No, but...I just wanted to say," You pouted as Miguel brought you in for another desperate kiss, "Mhm, I....love....you."

"Ah, music to my ears."

Miguel had you pinned against the wall, his kisses moving down to your neck. His large hands stroking the sides of your body as you started to tremble from his touch. You gasped softly as his hands cupped your breasts, giving them a squeeze.

"You're mine, (Y/N). I want you only to come to me, understood?"

"Mhm, yes sir," You whimpered.

Honestly, you found jealous Miguel really hot. His kisses trailed down your neck, sucking and biting until you whined. His hands roamed your body as if trying to find a way to take off your suit. Unable to handle the anticipation, you decided to help him.

Miguel whispered thanks repeatedly as he watched your suit come undone. His hands grabbed your waist, lifting you up so that your clothed cunt met his growing erection. Grunts were exchanged as Miguel grinded against you while his lips met yours again.

"Only I can touch you like this," Miguel whispered, his words growing sweeter yet more possessive by the second.

"Mhm~ Only you." You cooed. Miguel groaned as he made his suit disappear around his hands, trailing them towards your clit,

"Already so wet. How long have you've been wanting this?"

"I-I'll tell only if you do," You huffed, feeling your growing embarrassment.

Miguel only grunted in response before flicking your sensitive bud. You let out a sharp gasp, holding onto Miguel as he toyed with your clit. Soft moans escaped your lips as jolts of pleasure coursed throughout your body.

"You sound so sweet. How long again?" Miguel questioned against your ear.

"Ah~ Mhm~ M-Months~"

"Hm, months. So I have months of making up then," Miguel chuckled lowly as he nibbled against your ear, "Months that can be redeemed easily."

"Ah~" You gasped as Miguel's fingers entered your soaked cunt.

You held onto Miguel, riding against his hand as pleasure took over you mind. His thick fingers making a mess of your pussy easily. The tight burning knot within you was about to burst with each curl of his fingers.

Biting your lower lip, you arched your chest against his. Your body shaking from pleasure as you felt your high approaching. Miguel must have noticed since his fingers started to work faster. A sharp gasp escaped your lips as you cried out a loud moan.

"Ah~ Miguel!"

"Thaaaat's right. Only I can do this," Miguel hummed as you cam against his fingers, "That's my girl."

You panted heavily as Miguel licked his fingers. His hips lifting yours slightly as he started to reveal his massive cock. You could only whimper, ready to be devoured by Miguel.

"Miguel, are you in here?" Peter B. Parker called out.

"Aye, fucking timing." Miguel hissed lowly, "Fix yourself up, I'll deal with him first."

"Mhpm!" You pouted angrily, grabbing Miguel's wrist, "Don't keep me waiting. You said you had months of making up to do." You said with a whine.

Miguel's smirk widen as he kissed you hungrily. His talons ripping your suit slightly,

"I do. And I have to make up for this," He chuckled, tearing your suit some more, "Go hide while I deal with him."

"My suit!!" You cried before running off.

Miguel just watched you, his smile never fading. Hiding his erection, Miguel hurried to deal with Peter.

He couldn't keep you waiting after all.

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I hope you enjoyed!!!!

#miguel o’hara x reader #spiderman 2099 #miguel spiderman #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel spiderverse #miguel x you #across the spiderverse #miguel o'hara

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kairiscorner · 10 months

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(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

ok now but what if

you tried to convince miggy to watch the barbie movie with you.

...

"pleaseeeeee..." you practically begged the man as he continued to stoically watch his monitors, his eyes glued to them and his stance frozen in a perpetual arms-crossed-over-his-chest fashion with, of course, his thick eyebrows furrowing together in an eternal angry face.

he didn't even have to say a thing to let you know his answer would be no. you groaned and leaned your head against the sofa you had installed in his office and kicked your legs against the ottoman, which you also installed in his office. "please!" you exclaimed in a more desperate, whiny voice.

he sighed. "no." he replied in the most curt, most patiently impatient manner you have ever heard anyone speak in your entire life. you groaned for the umpteenth time as you shot your arms up into the air and slumped them back down in an attempt to get his attention.

"but miggyyyy, peter's taking mayday to see it! why can't you take meeeeee?" you asked, still trying to get him to budge. "if he's going then ask him to take you with them."

"but you know just me going won't be any fun!" you complained again as you kicked your legs against the ottoman, probably about to break the poor thing if he rejects your plea again.

miguel sighed yet again as he turned around to face you, with him glowering over you as he raised an eyebrow at you. "what'll you gain out of seeing a bunch of plastic dolls you don't even play with anymo--" he cut himself off as he watched you fiddle around with a mermaid barbie doll. you turned to face him and stared back at him as he caught you playing, slowly putting the doll away on the table.

he ran his hand across his face and shook his head slightly. "you are a genius." he complimented you, his expression unchanging. you chuckled. "why, i certainly am." you said as you took pride in his statement, picking up the doll again and brushing her hair.

"but you lack maturity and proper focus on real important things." he told you in a cold voice, peering at you with those serious brown eyes that did not hesitate to throw reality down upon you.

you turned around on the sofa, putting your hands on the backrest and pouting at him as you copied his furrowed eyebrows exaggeratedly, earning another raised eyebrow and look of confusion on miguel. "what is that face, now? what are you doing?" he asked, a little tired of your antics.

you crossed your arms over your chest, mimicking his likeness. "being serious, being unfunny, being... you." you seethed in a cold voice, trying to act like his stern self, to which she took a deep breath in and clicked his tongue as he looked off to the side to think of what to do next for a moment.

"...lyla." he called for the ai assistant, who was in a hot pink barbie-themed dress with a light pink fur shawl and with a new pair of pink and black sunglasses. "what?" she asked. miguel stared at her dumbfounded, and you smiled cheekily at her new look. "aren't you having a barbielicious day, miggy?" she asked him with a smile.

you giggled as lyla kept posing for a non-existent camera as if she were on a runway, with miguel closing his eyes, putting his hands to his hips and sighing yet again.

"...book me two tickets to the barbie movie for the next screening." he finally uttered, to which you screamed your excitement over. "YES!" you yelled as you beamed, giggling happily as you kicked your legs over the ottoman, and lyla kept posing in front of miguel. "have a barbielicious day you two, because i booked for the screening today, toodles." she said as she flew a kiss at you, which you took and blew right back at her, causing the ai to giggle as she went away.

"you interfered with her coding to get me to say yes to us going to... the barbie movie?" he asked you in overworked disbelief. you smiled at him slyly as you got up and walked over to him. "let's just say... i needed to do some things to convince you to have fun with me sometimes, miggy." you said as you pulled out from your lab coat's deep pocket a ken doll with a frown and brown short hair, with a broad build and a... noticeable behind.

"look, look! my 3d modeling kits worked wonders, it's you as a ken doll, the miggy doll!" you exclaimed cheerfully, smiling widely as he looked at the doll and back at you. "and for the record, yes, i love him more than i love you." you said as you kissed the 'miggy doll', and he grumbled a little at the sight.

"i'm cancelling the tickets-" he was going to say, until you took his hand and gave him you 'can't-say-no-to-me' doe eyes. "i was kidding... i love you the most, miggy." you cooed as you kissed his cheek.

he blushed a reddish tinge across his cheeks as he felt over the area where you kissed him, and surprisingly, he cracked a small smile. "i... okay then. maybe the movie won't be so bad." he said as he looked over at you. "i want a doll of you now, though." he joked.

a/n: miggy's a barbie girl in a barbie world so fantastic, it's so plastic (and depressing)

tags !! @thecoolerdor @miguelswifey04 @fictarian @pixqlsin

#atsv miguel #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara #the barbie movie #barbie #miguel spiderman #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara fluff #atsv #atsv spiderman

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prttydolls · 2 years

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Can I please request a fluffy fic about Peter getting sick as an Orderly but he has to keep working because Dr. Brenner's punishing him so the reader just like secretly takes care of him and then at the end of the day she sneaks into his room and spends some time with him.

If that's alright with you of course!!

nursing him back to health ˖*°࿐ᵕ̈ peter ballard

ˋ°•*⁀➷ warning(s) : sickness, headaches, medication

ˋ°•*⁀➷ authors note : thank you for requesting!! <3 and ofcourse its alright with me :)

peter felt nervous as he approached dr. brennerʼs office.

he felt terribly sick, and he felt like his head was gonna explode on how it was hurting.

he almost hesitated on knocking on the door, but he did anyways.

“come in.”

peter opened the door to see dr. brenner on his office chair reading some files. “oh, good afternoon peter may i help you?”

peter cleared his voice before saying ; “good afternoon to you too dr. brenner, uhm- may i take a break for today? i dont feel well.”

martin looked unamused with his reply, “excuse me? after all i done for you. you cant make a little sacrifice?”

peter frowned, but quickly hid it with his resting face. “no, dr. brenner, sorry for asking.”

peter left the room, woth a even more headache than the one he got before entering the room.

“just because he 'saved' my life doesn't mean i dont get to take breaks.” the blonde muttered under his breath.

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as time passed peterʼs sickness or headache got worst.

he dropped off 015 into the nurses office because his nose kept bleeding that didn't come from his powers.

peter didn't wanna admit it, but he found y/n the nurse quite attractive.

but his day even became worst as he coughed really hard, he felt hot. he kept coughing at the side while waiting for 015 to be patched up.

ofcourse, y/n took a notice to his uncontrollable coughs, and asked him about it.

“uhm, peter are you alright?”

fuck.

peter never heard someone say his name so prettily like that.

“sorry, i feel really sick right now.” he laughed as if it was a joke. “awh, did you ask dr. brenner for you to stop working for today?”

peter wanted to respond to that, "yes ofcourse i did, but this asshole thinks he can rule over me just because he saved my life-" but obviously he cant say thay infront of 015 and the security camera.

“i havent yet, uhm... ill ask him later.” he lied, y/n looked at him with unsure eyes she knew that he was lying but she didn't say anything but nod.

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peter was roaming around the facility's hall when he bumped into y/n.

“oh, hi peter! still feeling sick?”

he nodded and gave her a sad smile, “yeah.. sorry i lied to you earlier.” he apologized.

“don't worry, come ill take care of you.” she smiled at him warmly, peter swore he never felt something like this. it felt so tingly, and fuzzy.

peter followed the girl to her clinic that was connected to her room. “okay, lay down on my bed pete”.

thee orderly followed her instructions, she had been putting a thermometer in his mouth, and giving him advil.

“here drink this, its advil and would help you feel better.” she handed him a pill and a glass of water.

peter instantly felt better being in the care of nurse y/n. “thank you so much y/n, i wouldn't know what to do without you.” he confessed.

this made the girl breakout into a huge smile, “glad i did!” she gave him a small embrace, and he gave her one back.

maybe life isnt as bad as he thought, there might a purpose to live it and its for y/n.

#should i make a taglist?#maybe i should #peter ballard x you #peter ballard x reader #peter ballard x y/n #001 x you #001 x reader #001 x y/n #henry creel x you #henry creel x reader #henry creel x y/n #stranger things #001 #Henry creel #— {🐚} her work's !

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moonysupremacy01 · 1 year

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Dorothea - James Potter

Summary: James Potter thinks back to the memories of his best friend, and the girl he was once in love with before she ran away to follow her dreams.

Warnings: lots of angst, no happy ending basically

Hey, Dorothea, do you ever stop and think about me

James knew he shouldn't have done it, he should've left the “past in the past” as everyone liked to tell him, but the fire whisky was too strong and his emotions were too out of control, so here he was pulling down the box of your belongings out of the top of his shelf, not knowing what he was about to rediscover.

When he set the box down on the wooden floor he removed the dust from the top with the sleeve of his gray jumper to reveal two words that made his heart absolutely sink.

Y/n + James

James internally cringed reading her name but nether the less opened the box of memories, dust flew out of the box when he initially opened it, but it soon cleared out to reveal the first thing, a polaroid of him and you in the boy's dormitory in 4th year, insanely pissed out of your minds.

He remembered that day all too well, you had brought up fire whisky you nicked from Filch’s office to share with the boys, and towards the end of the night, you asked James a question that determined your dreams for the future.

It was 1:04 am in the morning, Peter was passed out on his bed with tiny popcorn crumbs littered around his head, and Remus was sound asleep in an upwards position as Sirius was sprawled out into his lap, leaving James and Y/n.

“James?” Y/n asked, barely conscious as is.

“Yeah dove?” he replied, looking at the girl.

“Do you think I’ll make it big one day?” she asked in a whisper.

James stared at her, studying the girl's face, of course, he knew what she meant, ever since the girl was a child doing silly beauty pageants her mom forced upon her, she dreamed of more. She dreamed of moving away from England and flying down to Hollywood to make her acting dreams become a reality.

Of course, they were just dreams, no one thought she could actually pull it off.

“You have the talent and passion for it Y/n/n I don't see why not,” he said with a grin.

Y/n smiled, truly smiled, if the whole world didn't believe in her she knew James Potter did and that's all that really mattered to her, she grabbed the polaroid that was beside her and flipped it so the camera faced the two of them.

“Smile!” she said.

James smiled fondly at that photo, It was the peak of their friendship before things (in his opinion) went downhill. He continued to rummage through the box until he found a ring hooked onto a chain to make a necklace, he had gifted it to Y/n the day he asked her to be his girlfriend.

It’s never too late to come back to my side

The stars in your eyes shined brighter in Tupelo

It was late December during your 6th year, you and he were just lounging in his living room watching crappy muggle television sitcoms when he popped the question he has been meaning to ask you for weeks.

“Hey, Y/n?’ James asked nervously fidgeting with the box he was hiding behind a white throw pillow.

Y/n turned from the television to him with a smile, only it dropped seeing the anxiety written all over his face.

“What’s up? Are you okay?’ She said scanning his face for any injuries of sorts.

James pulled out the red box with a white bow on it and handed it to her, her face morphed into one of confusion. She took the box and opened it to reveal one of James' own rings (that she absolutely adored) wrapped around a silver chain.

“Happy Christmas Y/n/n,” he said with a smile.

“Oh, James this is so thoughtful! But I can't take this, this is yours,” She said with a frown, as she looked up at the boy.

“No, really take it, you've always loved it more than me anyhow,” He chuckled. Y/n looked up at him with sparkling eyes that could rival the stars and hugged him.

“Y/n can I ask you something?” He stuttered, damn those stupid nerves.

“Of course anything!” she said as she slipped on the necklace.

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

James Potter stared longly at the necklace wondering when everything went wrong. He wished he could turn back time but not to redo anything or make different choices, to relive his time with Y/n. Yes, he dated and loved the girl, but she was his best friend first. The person he would go to after a rough day, and the girl he spilled all of his secrets to. The day Y/n left he didn't just lose his lover, he lost his best friend.

Jame quickly shoved the necklace back into the box only to return with something much more hurtful,

the proposal ring.

And if you’re ever tired of being known for who you know

You know you’ll always know me

James, Y/n, and the rest of their mates had all graduated from Hogwarts nearly two years ago, it was truly crazy how fast time flew when you were with your best friends nearly every day.

Y/n and James had gotten a flat together in the middle of London on top of a busy cafe, the best part of that were that a lot of every day they were given free coffee (and sometimes pastries if there were leftover ones).

James Potter had it all planned out, today was the day he was proposing, he had asked her parents for approval, he made sure it was clear with her friends, and everyone assumed she would say yes.

James had set up a nice picnic in a flower garden area they would regularly visit for dates, this time no different, except he had a ring hidden in his left pocket awaiting to be placed onto a finger.

The night was perfect, dinner went off without a hitch, and the couple was just soaking in the night. They had just finished eating chocolate-covered strawberries when James finally determined it was the right time.

“Y/n..” James started.

She looked up from her strawberry to see her nervous boyfriend, she smiled at him to hopefully ease his nerves.

“I have to ask you something,” y/n stayed silent, only nodding for James to continue.

James stood up and got onto one knee, he pulled out the velvet black box from his pocket and opened it up to reveal a beautiful diamond-rimmed ring, sparkling from the night sky. Y/n gasped looking at the ring and then back at James.

“Will you marry me Y/n Y/l/n?” He said with a smile so bright. She had tears in her eyes, but not the good kind.

“James,” she croaked out.

The hesitance in her voice made James panic, he slid onto both knees taking a hold of her hands, as she looked away crying.

“I can’t James, I'm so sorry,” She cried out, taking her hands away from his, leaving him empty.

“But why? I thought we were good. I thought everything was great. Please Y/n” He begged, was it too soon? Was he in the wrong?

Y/n stood up and started making an exit out of the flower field, James not too far behind her. She suddenly stopped and turned around to face James, tears streaming down her face.

“I'm so sorry James, I love you I do but I'm not a wife girl? I can't settle down, not yet at least we are both so young!” She wept, whipping her tears.

“Then let's wait! I love you Y/n/n and I will wait forever for you,” James hurried to her front, taking his hands into hers.

Y/n looked up at James with tear-ridden eyes

“I think we should take a break James, ” she said finally.

“What no? Please don't do this Y/n I'm so sorry I asked you to marry me we can pretend this never happened!” He pleaded.

“I'm going to America James,” She bowed her head in shame, “ I didn't tell you because I was afraid of how you would react and I didn't want it to ruin anything we had, and I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner,” she rambled.

James was the one this time to shake her hands off of his, he wasn't sad anymore no, he was angry, he was mad.

“What?” He uttered, “Were you planning on packing up and leaving me next week with a note to say you were going to live out your fantasies? Were you even planning on telling me at all?” He voiced, he was hurt, sad, angry, and all of the above.

“Of course, I was, I'm not a monster! And it's not some fantasy James it's my dream you know that!” She cried out.

“Fine, Y/n go to America but don't think that this is me being supportive, not after you just broke my heart and stomped on it a million times,” James replied.

Y/n folded the cream cardigan that was in her hands and stared at the boy she once called her best friend, and turned to walk toward her car. As she was just about to enter she looked back at James, who was already looking at her.

“Goodbye James Potter,” she said to him as she entered her car.

James watched as she drove away, he watched as her white car went from visible to microscopic, he wiped his tears and turned away back to the picnic to clean up the mess that had happened.

“Goodbye Y/n Y/l/n” He whispered as he stuffed the forgotten ring back into his pocket.

James shoved that box to the corner of his room in frustration, no wonder he didn't go through it, too many painful memories. He regretted everything he said that night, he let his anger take control of his actions and because of that he never got to wish his best friend good luck or give her a proper fair well.

He rubbed the tears off of his face and went downstairs to make some half-ass dinner for himself, probably just a frozen meal Remus got him when they went on their weekly grocery trips.

He put the meal in a muggle microwave and sat down to turn on the television, just to his luck an awards show was happening at that time, alas it was only the red carpet looks so he was barely interested.

He got his meal and sat in front of the tv, only using it for background noise, as he ate his rough meatloaf and soggy mashed potatoes.

It was only when a familiar name was called that he dropped what he was doing and looked up at the screen.

“And here is the ‘it girl’ herself, Y/n Y/l/n! Wearing a stunning gold dress tell us who it is by?” the reporter asked.

Dorothea

#marauders angst #marauders #marauders era #james potter angst #james potter x y/n #james potter #dorothea #taylor swift #this is so crappy im sorry #this is my first every blurb idk what I'm doing #evermore #angst #wolfstar #kinda implied wolfstar #voldy dosnt exist

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maladaptive-ninja-returns · 1 year

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It’s The Avengers (04x02)

Loki x Reader Avengers The Office AU (Slowwwwww Burn)

Season 4 Episode 02: Why Are You Running

Series Summary: Living in the Avengers facility post-apocalypse in a better timeline Tony Stark has decided to capture every moment by pulling The Office on the Avengers. All of housemates are pretty used to the idea except for you, who had just come here to finish her degree, and the newest member- Loki.

Warnings: the stoopid

Word Count: mmmmeh!

MASTERLIST in bio, darlings. Tags are open (check bio)

The camera clicked from black to a pile of various little bags and baskets sitting in the middle of the room. Another bag was added to the pile by a rushing Pietro muttering something in his mother tongue under his breath, only to take a round of the kitchenette before disappearing back into the dorms. "For the last time, Bucky," Rhodey practically warned the Winter Soldier following him like a toddler, "you do not need to bring your weapons to a picnic. Whom are you going to fight there? The crabs?" The camera focused on the pouting Bucky holding little knives in his hands. "You never know when you need them," Bucky muttered, sulking and turning back to go to the dorms, only to be stopped by Loki to take a few of those knives and discretely place them in his pocket dimension. Bucky smirked at the God, giving him a subtle fistbump before going back to his room.

Loki placed his high-end luxury bag at the top of the pile and walked over to the kitchenette to make himself a cup of tea. While he did, another camera caught your figure in your black tracksuit outfit running behind Scott from room to room, followed by Javier and his camera. "Scott, no!" you begged the Ant-Man. "Y/N, yes!" You groaned and whipped your head violently in muted exasperation. Ultimately, you grabbed him by his collarless t-shirt and yanked him into Natasha's room, closing the door on Javier's camera. Javier, though, was quick to take his device outside, through the terrace door and film the two of you through the french glass doors. "You canNOT tell anything to Peter!" you whispered your best whisper while hissing through your teeth. Scott smoothed out the creases on his shirt and scoffed. "How can I not?! You want me to derive my little shipper of the happiness that at least one of our OTP is not dumb enough?" You stood there in pure bewilderment, ending up rubbing your face aggressively with your palms. "What are you, twelve? Shipping two real people for personal entertainment? Go watch some anime or read an erotic book, for God's sake! How can you be forty and shipping me, your daughter-like friend with a God?!" Scott stood there expressionless, blinking for while before looking out the french doors and locking eyes with the camera. "It's not that hard really." You gasped in shock. "You make it really easy for me to ship you two together!" Scott stressed through the gesticulation of his hands. "Have you seen you with Loki?" The camera followed your body slowly going limp on the floor as you started to whimper. "Oh come on, Y/N. Don't be so dramatic. It's just Peter." Silence. You looked at the camera with your good brow raised. "It's. Just. Peter."

The camera cuts to the recording of last winter where you were having a charades night with the Avengers when your phone pinged and Peter caught the notification in time. "Hey, Y/N, someone called Mister Hoo Jococs is trying to send you a picture on the gram?" he announced for the whole lounge to hear, pausing the entire jovial mood of the room. While your face tried to hide the embarrassment, Clint, Bucky, Steve and Pietro were already asking Friday to track down the location of this Mister Hoo Jococs as they readied their torture gear on the side.

Scott tried to speak something in Peter's defence but was not able to find the words initially. "He was just reading out a message for you" he finally shrugged. You tilted your head in question. "Really, Scott. Really."

The camera cuts to another recording of half of the Avengers roaming Times Square. You and Peter stood by a Hot Dog stand, excitedly waiting for a Hot Dog when a couple of men passed by but not before leaving a few comments. "Girl what that mouth do!" One of the men shouted, automatically dimming the smile on your lips. "Eat some delicious dog!" Peter shouted back before taking the hot dog and putting as much of it in his mouth as possible. The camera panned in on you physically having to stop Peter from taking it any further, as the spider boy immediately started choking on it.

"I know Peter means well, but that boy has the impulse level of a freaking chihuahua sometimes." Scott was standing with his hands on his hips by now. "And I give him two days tops before he blurts something out about my crush in front of someone." Scott narrowed his eyes and tilted his head. "Nah! That's giving him too much credit. I wager ten hours. Five, if you keep calling him your crush." "SCOTT!!"

Back in the lounge, the pile only seemed to grow larger by the minute. Bruce entered the lounge engrossed in his tablet and walked right into the pile, tripping on a tiny pink bag and falling into the luxury brand mountain. Vision came floating in from the terrace, helping the scientist up on his feet. "Are you alright, doctor?" Bruce nodded and disturbingly looked at the pile before turning to Vision for some answers. Vision, on the other hand, stared back at Bruce with the same intensity as his friend, saying nothing. "Wh-what's-" Bruce gulped while smoothening the wrings from his clothes- "going on here?" Vision looked towards the pile and then back at Bruce. "I see one bag packed neatly with all your essentials. Did Natasha not tell you we are all going on a picnic?" "A PICNIC?!!" Bruce was rattled by his own voice. "Sorry, that came out louder than expected. Why do we need so much luggage while on a picnic?" Vision tilted his head knowingly. "Because we are going to have the said picnic with Pepper and Tony." Bruce scrunched his nose. "But they are in Mia-WHAT? We are...oh my God...we are going for a picnic in Miami?" Vision turned away from Bruce to look at the camera.

Vision: Huh...*tilts his head* that was rather mild compared to what Scott acted out today. *presses his lips* I guess the Black Widow has won the wager. *Leans in towards the camera* Again.

Another camera watched Natasha walk into the corridor of the dorms to open the door to her room and find you and Scott bickering on the floor. "You guys ready?" the Black Widow skipped all small talk. You nodded and were helped up by Scott. "Okay, how about this-" both you and Scott walked out of the room nonchalantly while the other camera recorded Natasha feeding a lock code into her room- "you do not tell anything to Peter and I'll do whatever you say." Scott groaned internally, trying his best to prevent his body from flailing wildly. “Stop handing yourself on a platter to me! You have no idea how many AO3 pages I have devoured in the late nights in this facility.” You scoffed. “I do have an idea, fatherofantoinette1907.” Scott shared a look of desolate fear with the camera. “…oh.”

Facility Parking Grounds Three SUVs in black were parked at the entrance of the Facility, waiting for the passengers to take them to the airport. The camera by the other end caught you, Wanda and Pietro as the first ones coming out, only to have your face feel a mixture of fear and confusion on seeing Peter and his friend Ned greet you from the sun roof of one of the SUVs. You did not miss out on giving the camera a desperate cry for help through your eyes. "Hey, guys! You remember Ned?" You waved at Ned and proceeded to discretely move towards the car in the back with Pietro. "Pietro, ma boi!" Scott shouted from behind the two of you, coming out of the entrance doors with Loki. "Come sit with me. I have gots to tell you about this show I just started watching." Before the boy could even answer, Scott was taking him by his arm while showing him something on his phone. "It goes by the name Ghost Files but to give you a little history, we will have to go through a series of Unsolved cases like..." The camera was already focusing on Loki and his bottle of iced tea which looked comparably small in his huge pale hands, and the God was focusing on you standing there with an awkward stance of not knowing what to do with your hands. "Hey," Loki greeted you, ever so sweetly. You felt your head whip in his direction. The camera focused on those minuscule changes- that little gulp you took, or that sweat-filled second where you looked into those eyes and did not know what to say; that movement of your hands at the back of your neck to scratch an itch before coming over to your ears to move some invisible strands back. "Hey, God!" your broken voice nearly shouted back, feeling the embarrassment in your cheeks. Turning away from him, you mouthed the f-word and scuttled into the SUV to sit far back.

You: *still sitting in the back* *taking short breaths* *tiny bursts of rage collecting on your nose* I am f***ed! What twenty-something behaves like a twelve-year-old in front of- *jumps at the noise of someone opening the door. *camera zooms out to show Loki entering the space to skip the seats and go straight to the back to sit next to you. *camera zooms in to show the fluster gushing through your body* You: *adjust your shoulders* *clear your throat* *open and close your fist* *take your air pods out of your pocket and quickly put them in your ears and sit unbelievably straight for the next ten seconds* Loki: *observes you in mild confusion* *shares a shade of worry with the camera*

Airport- Private grounds The private runway had one jet in streaks of red and gold, waiting for its passengers. Bruce was the first one to get out of the SUV and look at their mode of transport. "Private jet? Should I even be flying in this thing?" Natasha got out from the opposite side. Her shades on, her duffel bag of necessities ready by her shoulder. "Would you rather fly economy, babe? Take a pill and snooze for the next three hours." The camera panned in on Bruce's face, which was looking into the infinity at a stretch. "Yeah, that makes sense." Vision took Wanda's arm and escorted her to the jet. "Fun fact, this jet is fueled by solar power, thanks to the new Wakandan tech Tony's been integrating into his fresh projects." Wanda smiled a proud smile and gave her beau a good squeeze as they walked up the flight of stairs. "Where is this airport exactly?" Bucky whispered to Steve, who simply grabbed his baby by the waist and let the questions fly in the constant cool breeze of the vast barren land with no civilisation in sight apart from the airport staff. Peter and Ned bickered about their instruments as they followed the captain. "What's that?" Pietro was curious about the dials and boxes in the boys' hands. "We're taking our homemade machines on board to see if they can map the coastline." Ned gesticulated. "We want to check if they can pick anything apart from rocks and seashells, really," Peter admitted. Pietro nodded knowingly. "Like Google Maps?" Silence. The Queens duo burst into cackles, almost hurting their stomachs and shaking their head. Pietro stood there unfazed, still waiting for an answer. "Wanna sit with us? We'll show you how it works." Rhodey was already instructing the air hostess in waiting to pour him their finest whiskey on the rocks. "I have brought my stack of card games for the road, for the hotel stay, for the beach day, and for the blackout night," Scott beamed at Sam as the former patted his shoulder bag. Sam chuckled while in the background Loki got out of the SUV and turned around to give you a hand. "I'm good," you smiled; and then you struggled with one foot dangling while your hands gripped the sides with your will as you tried to get out with as much of your dignity as possible. Loki stood there for a couple of seconds, still looking at his hand, his brows crinkled in confusion.

Loki: *narrows eyes* did you notice something strange about Y/N lately? She does not seem herself *furrows his brows* Neither has she watched a tragic movie lately nor is her cycle out of the ordinary. *clicks his jaw* She hasn't cried about her favourite show ending in a long while. *tilts his head* something's bothering her *sucks in air through his teeth* Maybe it's the new ghost show she and Scott have been hooked on lately. *looks behind the camera* *scoffs* excuse me?! What do you mean I'm the only one complaining? Not my fault if others are blind. *shrugs*

"Mr Royalty," Clint shouted from beside the jet in Loki and Javier's direction just as Javier completed his cut of the BTS, "your carriage awaits. Get up there in five seconds or we leave your precious ass behind." Clint looked into the camera standing next to him. "Or maybe I'll sell him to one of those Miami hotels with their own troupe of Magic Mikes," he murmured.

Inside the Jet "Does Tony know the concept of a picnic? This is a full-blown four-day vacation," Bucky quips, plopping down into the comfortable leather chair and swivelling it around. "I'm happy to change my definition of a picnic if I get to sleep three rooms away from Scott's late-night drama binge and Steve and Bucky's giggles turning into monstrous guffaws at two in the morning." You and Wanda chuckled at the duo. Watching Loki enter the space, you were already walking towards the back of the jet. And the camera knew that it did not go unnoticed by the God. Scott was already gathering players for a game of Uno while Peter, Ned and Pietro got busy with their toys in the front. Vision let himself get busy behind the mini bar, leaving one of the air hostesses standing by the side in a state of perplexed awkwardness. Unnoticed by others, Loki made his way to the back, Javier and his camera already following him. By the time the camera reached the end Loki was standing at the entrance of the cabin, ever so charmingly asking the hostess to give you and him the space for some time. You wanted to speak but no words came out. The air hostess just let her ears and cheeks turn red with one smile from the God, forcing you to give her a second stare as she walked out of the cabin. Loki drew the curtains on the camera and turned to you. But the lens eased its way from opening on the side to taking your and Loki's side profile in the perfect small space that was not giving you much movement; mostly due to Loki's arm resting on the entrance. "I was just taking some roasted peanuts," you tried explaining yourself. "What is going on?" Loki's low hum was riding the wavelength of a whisper. "Hm?" you gulped. The close vicinity was clearly not helping you. The camera had already caught you looking at Loki's lips; twice within the span of ten seconds. "You are behaving quite erratically, Y/N," the God whispered, tilting his head at you and furrowing his brows. You forced out a chuckle. "Whaaaat?" He didn't speak for a moment. "You have been avoiding me, cursing the air left and right, staring into the void, laughing out of the blue and then randomly screaming into the pillow ever since we came back." He looks at the space around him, stopping himself from punching something but settles on letting both his arms cage you. "I thought it was something to do with that interdimensional scare but clearly not! And last night I got up only to find you and Scott whispering Norns know what all secrets to each other at three in the morning. So, tell me, Y/N. What. Is. Going. On?" You were on the verge of curling into a ball before words just blurted out of your mouth. "I've been trying to avoid you." Loki blinks. The tension in his arms seems to loosen up a little bit. "I wanted to give you some space-" you try to gesture the space between the two of you with your hands but there wasn't much to gesture at- "because you have been stuck with me for quite some time. So, I thought it was only...right...to stay away as much as possible." Your statement ended more in the tone of a question. Your shoulders let go of the tension and you sighed. "I know I've been a burden in space to you. So, I wanted to make sure I don't keep doing that now that we are back home. Because you clearly do not like people in your space-" "Are you most people?" Loki raised his brows at you in question, stopping you in the middle of your thought train. Now it was your turn to blink at him. Your lips parted to say something but you did not want the words to come out. "Are you?" His face inched a little closer, making you shake your head. His hands- which are still comfortably resting on either side of you, did a little shrug. "I like your company. Probably one of the reasons I let you stick by my side. Others, I tolerate." You chuckled. Loki mirrored your smile. "Even Peter?" Now he straightened up, taking back his hands to himself. "He's okay." "And Scott? He makes you awesome pancakes." "Right? His pancakes are always so magical." You nodded, not stopping with that smile now stuck on your face. The camera could not help but slowly zoom in on Loki's face, especially his eyes which seemed to soak up that smile on your face. The corners of his brows did go up in some thought before recovering. "A-are you sure I'm not a burden?" You answered your own question. "But you are Loki. If anyone's a burden you'd let them know asap." Loki raised his brows and gave you a subtle nod. "Like I sometimes do with Clint. And with Scott when he starts drooling around me-" "In the gym, yeah," you screwed your nose as you remembered the image of Scott fangirling over Loki. But the camera seemed to sense a change in that repelling emotion to something else; that cringe on your nose gradually turned into the slow movement of your teeth catching your lower lip while you were looking into a distant void and your pupils going wide. Loki stared at you for some time, even following your gaze next to him to look at whatever had caught you in such a daze. "Waaaaait a minute!" The unfurling of the curtain and that stretch of Scott's voice as he came running from the front of the plane made you jump where you stood. The Ant-Man narrowed his eyes and let his index finger point at you. Both you and Loki shared a look of confusion. As Scott stepped closer to you, the camera saw you take a step back into the cabin. Loki raised his hand behind you to cover the edge of the shelf that your head was about to run into. "What's going on Sco-" "How did you know I was fatherofantoinette1907?" The crease in Loki's brows deepened as he looked at you and then back at Scott. The life in your eyes seemed to turn a little bit pale in the camera zoom. You tried to lower Scott's index while weakly smiling at Loki. Neither the index went down, nor did Loki's perplexion at the scene. "Don't tell me you are one of the writers-" "OHMYGOD SCOTT!! HAHAHA, HOW MUCH DID YOU DRINK?!!" You smacked Scott's index with one hand and his mouth with another before violently pushing him out of the cabin space and then hurling yourself out behind him. Both of you were on the jet's floor now and the camera was moving between you two and Loki. The God stood there with his arms crossed over his chest, stepping out of the cabin to see you wrapping your arms around Scott's neck in a chokehold. The camera panned in on the smile building up on his face as his chest puffed up. "I taught her that," he declared to the lens.

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journal-of-an-entomologist · 2 years

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Chance Meeting

(warning for asa fantasizing about being nasty to elena, implied gross stuff, elena is an adult)

He sees her when he is fixing up his midday coffee.

He happens to glance over at the young woman sitting by herself in the corner of the cafeteria, her designer handbag on the table and a book in her hands.

He stops what he is doing, and watches her for a moment.

The young woman is Elena.

Oh yes it is Elena.

She’s been letting her hair grow out. He’ll have to fix that. He preferred it short. It made her appear much more in high-spirits.

Some coincidence then. Enjoying our day trip? Figured you might have been turned off museums for a little bit longer than that.

Or maybe we’ve come prowling.

He carries on fixing his coffee. Selecting a seat at a table with a view of both exits, he sits down with his back turned away from her, so as not to startle her if she is looking.

If that is the case, as he deeply suspects it is, best not let her know he’s caught on.

He sips his coffee, takes out his phone, and pretends to be doing work. Occasionally, he looks at her reflection in the glass doors in front of him, watching her read.

Or imitate doing so.

Quite the predicament we find ourselves in Miss Peters. Getting nervous? Sure seems like it. We’ve been reading the same page for two minutes. Do we stay or do we go?

Ah, there. She’s turned it.

He weighs the possibility that she smuggled a gun in past security. She could put a bullet through his head at this distance, if she were a good enough shot, but he doubts she is. If it had been the other one, that case would have been open and shut. He would not be sitting here. But just the girl. That’s harder.

Knocking back his coffee, he scans the room slowly.

It is indeed just the girl, for now. He’ll keep an eye on things.

If anything is about to go down, they’ve picked a terrible venue for it. Broad daylight. Witnesses. Absolutely nothing to connect him to any of it, or there would have already been a knock on his door. And here, like the hotel, he knows this building inside and out.

He plays a game of patience and waits for her to move first.

Fifteen minutes pass before Elena gets out of her seat.

Over the murmur in the cafeteria he thinks he hears her ask the girl who works the coffee stand a question.

He watches her very closely, in the corner of his eye, as she walks past him, not four tables away, and goes out the door at an even pace without so much as a backwards glance.

She did not appear to know who she was sharing the room with.

He stops pretending to do work and crosses his hands on the table to watch her weave her way through the crowd. He lets her walk to the base of the Sauropod skeleton, a significant gap, before getting up himself and following her out, until he sees her disappear into the bathroom on the other side of the grand hall.

He rubs his fingers together at his sides. Difficult to tell.

Going to the top of the staircase, he continues on the second level until he stands directly over the bathrooms, and waits where she can’t see him for her to come out.

Elena seems in no rush when she goes into the gift shop.

He checks his watch.

My dear, you could not have possibly picked a worse time for it. Shipment’s in at twelve.

He can linger five minutes more, and then he’ll have to get back to it.

Elena seems very intent on browsing though, and takes her sweet time doing so.

A chance meeting then. Or a very good act of one.

He’ll have to check his cameras as soon as he gets home.

He isn’t going to follow her home, because he doesn’t need to. He did his research months ago and already found out where she moved to following their pleasant evening together. So although it pains him to do so, and he’d like nothing more than to stay and watch this all unfold, he goes back to his office, finishes his coffee, and lets the girl go.

They'll be seeing each other soon enough.

Though initially he manages to hold the encounter at the outskirts of his thoughts, it proves an intense source of distraction to him for the majority of the day. He sits tapping away with his pen at his desk, thinking about how it would be to have her again. About her elegant pale face and how it might look contorting and bawling when she realizes that he still intends to do something about her.

Some things are still up in the air, such as how much he’s going to take off of her, and how long she is going to be kept breathing. Other things are a given. Like how this time he’s going to shatter her from the outset. Put her in her place and have her watch it back until she gets acquainted with it. Leave her some painful stitches to think about then split them open a few times as they heal. He might start to be gentle with her, after a point. Fear and anticipation do the heavy lifting for him when he is being gentle. She’ll be crying just the same, expecting the hurt. It’s the sort of fear that destroys identity. He’s orchestrated such a thing many times. Not to worry. They’re going to build her a new one together.

By the end of his shift he has, mostly jokingly, twice entertained the idea of sending her a card. There are butterfly-themed ones in the gift shop that would fit perfectly.

“Hope you enjoyed the sights. Flutter on back soon.”

–The Collection

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casspurrjoybellbittner · 3 months

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Wreckless - Repairs done

*Warning Adult Content*

Finnegan Walker rolled over with a groan, his hand flying towards his alarm clock and coming down with a resounding thud. Of course that didn't work so he had to run his fingertips along the top of the torture device to find the right button. One of his father's companies really needed to invent a better alarm clock. Why was his so loud today? The next question to pop into his mind was why he felt like he'd been clubbing last night. Not that he did it much anymore, he'd been on the fairly straight and narrow since leaving college but he certainly hadn't forgotten what it felt like afterwards. Strike that, not straight but very, very narrow, especially since relocating to Baltimore. He'd been on the East Coast since just after Christmas, attempting to pull a newly acquired company up by its' bootstraps.

He knew why his father had bought it and as vice president of Walker Industries, he would have done the exact same thing and had told his father so but that didn't mean it wasn't going to be a struggle to get the business profitable and switched over to producing the circuit boards they needed for the airplane instrumentation that they were developing. It meant a lot to him that his father trusted him to handle such an important task. At least all the new equipment was in place and most of the new training was finished. That had been the easy part. The harder part was convincing the former employees who had stayed on that he was, in fact, in charge. He was used to men old enough to be his father scoffing and heckling at his orders. He was used to the pushback, to the fact that they thought they knew more than him.

He didn't like it but he was used to it. It took a few minutes longer than usual for Finnegan to get vertical and out of bed and he winced as the bathroom light came on. When he opened his eyes, things got even worse. He looked like he'd been on the losing end of a fight. Two black eyes, his nose swollen and still sore and a weird patch on his cheek that felt like rug burn. Oh, at least he found his missing contact. It had managed to work its way down into the corner of his eye while he slept. Gross... there was no way he was going to go into the office today. He called his executive assistant Megan and asked her to screen and forward his calls.

She was surprised by his request simply because it was the first personal day he'd taken but knew better than to ask questions. He had one conference call later but he would simply turn off his laptop camera and pretend he was having technical difficulties. He dug around in his kitchen drawer for two Advil and washed them down with some orange juice before making himself a bowl of cereal. His furnished apartment had come supplied with two small TV trays in the living room closet so he pulled them both out and made himself a makeshift desk on his couch. It would do. Luckily it was Friday and he wouldn't have to hide from the office for too many days before he looked like himself again. Emmett Locke was surprised to find Peter in the office when he dragged himself into work at 8:30 the next morning.

"Morning boss."

"Hey Emmett. You know you're not on the schedule today, right? Hey, do you know anything about this Mercedes?" he asked, pointing towards the metallic blue car on the side of the lot.

"Unfortunately, I do. Got into a little accident last night. I was wondering if you'd mind me using a bay."

Peter raised his eyebrows and Emmett knew exactly what that meant. This was his second accident since Peter had taken over three months ago.

"Go for it. How's yours?"

"Better than his, somehow. I'll pay for the parts, obviously."

Peter just gave him a wry smile and nodded his head, then handed him the keys. Emmett knew that just replacing the airbag that had deployed would probably cost him a grand or two and by the looks of it, yeah, he was gonna need a new bumper as well. The hood didn't look too bad and he was pretty good at bodywork so he hoped it would be salvageable. Thinking about the airbag made him wonder about Finnegan and how the punk felt this morning.

He knew he really shouldn't care since this accident wasn't his fault anyway and now he was paying for it but he couldn't help but wonder. Three hours later he had the steering wheel back on, the dents banged out of the hood and the new paint drying. It was almost as good as new. He decided to take a break and grabbed a bottle of water from the machine before heading outside. He was leaning against the wall when Tristan, Peter's boyfriend, pulled into the lot. He got out gracefully, flashing Emmett a bright smile.

"Hiya, Emmett."

"Hi, Tristan. Come to drag the boss away?"

"You know me so well. Yes, it's gorgeous out and I decided it was a good day to ride. We're picking up Angie later and it's going to rain tomorrow so it's now or never. I assume he's pretending to work on that mustang?"

The two of them cracked him up. Tristan knew as well as Emmett did that Peter had spent years on that mustang and had gotten a lot of work done on it but even he had to admit that Peter was to the point where the progress wasn't obvious.

"Actually he mentioned finding a carburetor earlier in the week. Maybe it's in."

That would explain why he was here working.

"Sure, uh huh," Tristan teased

"I know I'm never going to actually get to DRIVE that car."

All Emmett could do was shrug.

"Of course, I can't complain. It's a lot of fun even standing still."

Emmett's eyes widened and he tried not to laugh. He was pretty sure he knew exactly what Tristan was implying but wasn't sure he knew either of them well enough to say anything about it outright and confirm his suspicion so he played it safe.

"Is that so? I'll keep that in mind."

Tristan cocked his head to the side and grinned.

"I'm gonna head in and try not to cause a disaster. Have a good weekend, Emmett."

"You too."

He pulled Finnegan Walker's card out of his wallet and typed the number into his cell-phone. The paint wasn't quite dry but there was no reason not to set something up now to get it back to him. Besides, he knew Finnegan was a little bit worried about his car and might be relieved to hear from him. He wasn't expecting a woman to answer the phone.

"Walker Industries, Vice President Finnegan Walker's line. How may I assist you?"

The business card he held his hand didn't say anything about Walker industries, it simply had a fancy seal in the upper left-hand corner and Finnegan's name and number embossed in silver on a neat, white card stock. Did she say vice president? And Walker industries? Damn, now the little roadster made a lot of sense. The littlle punk was obviously doing very well for himself. Luckily Emmett wasn't the kind of person to be intimidated by titles.

"I need to speak to Finnegan Walker about returning his car."

"His car? Your name, Sir?"

"Emmett Locke."

"Please hold."

And with that, annoying music filled his ear. Before long, she was back.

"I'll transfer you. Have a nice day."

"Hello, Emmett."

Finnegan honestly hadn't expected to hear from the man today and maybe never at all. If he had, he would've given poor Megan a heads-up because she had been very confused.

"Hi, Finnegan. The car's all set, just waiting for the paint to dry. You can pick it up anytime after 2:00 p.m."

Finnegan took off his glasses and squeezed the bridge of his nose very carefully. Picking up his car would be a huge pain in the ass after staring at the screen all day and he really wasn't sure if he was up for driving. The headache he'd battled since he woke up was still throbbing. Being without the car all weekend sounded even worse.

"Are you there?" Emmett asked, worried by the silence.

"Oh yeah, sorry, just figuring something out. You caught me off guard, I hadn't made any plans yet. I have a conference call at three o'clock," he said, thinking out loud.

Emmett really didn't want to spend another night waiting around for someone to pick up their car.

"Need me to drop it off to you?" he asked, glad that the accident had happened close by.

He assumed Finnegan lived nearby as well or at least on his way home, although that Mercedes was definitely out of place in his neighborhood. Heck, most neighborhoods. As long as he didn't have to go downtown, it would be fine. Plus it gave him an excuse to drive it which would definitely help to make up for the huge pain in the ass Finnegan was simply because he didn't know how to drive.

"Would you?" Finnegan exclaimed, relief flooding his voice.

"That would be great."

Maybe this weekend and this day wasn't shot to hell quite as much as he had assumed. He didn't want to give Emmett the chance to change his mind.

"I'm on Federal Hill."

'Federal Hill? What the hell had Finnegan Walker been doing out near... Route Forty?'

Fine, he'd have to take the tunnel but as long as he got out of here soon. Traffic would be okay and he could call Andy to pick him up or just take the bus. What a pain. Emmett could think of a lot of things he'd rather be doing on his day off. Maybe he'd hang around the city for awhile or catch the ferry to Fells Point. May as well make something of the evening. He had options.

"Fine, text your address to this number."

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minami97 · 1 year

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I posted 18 times in 2022

That's 4 more posts than 2021!

13 posts created (72%)

5 posts reblogged (28%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@mikitheswiftie

@motionoftheocean

@dreamwritesimagines

@queen-of-knowhere

I tagged 16 of my posts in 2022

Only 11% of my posts had no tags

#matt murdock imagine - 7 posts

#matt murdock - 7 posts

#matt murdock x you - 7 posts

#matt murdock x reader - 7 posts

#daredevil x reader - 7 posts

#daredevil x y/n - 7 posts

#daredevil imagine - 7 posts

#charlie cox imagine - 7 posts

#bridgerton - 6 posts

#kate sharma - 6 posts

Longest Tag: 27 characters

#anthony bridgerton x reader

My Top Posts in 2022:

Imagine having the same Convocation Ceremony With Matt (and Foggy) During Columbia Days (And having parents taking pictures )

(I just had my long awaited Convo for my Journalism Degree and had this idea pop up randomly)

(And, we never get to see Matt graduate so why not)

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Y/N: Hey! You! >:C

Matt: *Turns to Y/n* Me?

Y/N: Yes You! Stop looking so handsome, or else I'll love you too much for it. >:CCCC

Matt: *smirks* Y/N, I may be legally blind. But I can see you try not to love me less for it.

Y/N: * leaps over to make out with Matt*

125 notes - Posted October 9, 2022

Imagine owning a Polaroid camera and you've been taking and doodling the pictures of Matt for your scrapbook hobby

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133 notes - Posted October 7, 2022

Imagine Foggy and Karen saw your polaroid doodles of Matt

Foggy: What are these? Y/N?

Y/N: My polaroids. It's for my scrapbook.

Karen: *giggles* You drew devil horns for on Matt?

Y/N: What? He's the devil that I can't get rid of. *Giggles while arranging the pictures*

- Matt arrives to the office -

Foggy: Did you know that she took pictures of you and doodled them?

Matt: * Joins them at the pantry* Yes I do. She uses gel pens and drew them extra thick for me me to feel them.

Y/N: Oh Shut up you like the ones with my lipstick on it. 🙄

Matt: I do. *Leans in to kiss Y/N's cheek*

Foggy: Hey Y/N, will you take pictures of me and Karen next?

Karen: Yeah, cause your scrapbook is all Matt. We need to be on it too. You're just playing favorites now.

Y/N: Fine... I'll add you guys in. 🙄

New Polaroid Entries for the scrapbook:

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186 notes - Posted October 10, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Peter Introduces Hero Mom To Daredevil (But they met beforehand)

Peter: Um ... Ms. Y/N, this is ...

Y/N: Matt Murdock, I know who he is. We met. *Reaches out to shake his hand*

Matt: Nice to see you again Y/n. *shakes her hand*

Peter: H-how did you two meet?

Y/N & Matt: Work.

Peter: *Side eyes them* Okay... So... IHop? 🥺👉👈

Y/N: Sure! *Turns to Matt* We'll talk about the bill after we eat.

Matt: *Smirks* Yes Ma'am.

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peter-morales · 2 years

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ea libidine | peter parker

summary — peter's broke. really broke. he'd do anything to get a job at your dad's newspaper, The Daily Bugle.

pairing — peter parker x jameson!reader (female)

note — face claim is tom holland. if you don't know who jameson is, watch tobey's spider-man movies or read the comics. i don't know how anyone could survive with that man as your dad, but just pretend he's tolerable. enjoy :)

warnings — explicit smut

“Hey! Don’t fucking move, bro.”

You feel exceedingly stupid, holding out a pen in your trembling hands in front of you like a sword at the figure who’s just jumped into the dark office through the window.

The form startles—a man’s, you notice, with a racing heart—and throws his arms up in surrender, oddly analogous to the way Spider-Man does when he’s confronted by the NYPD.

“Hey, I…uh,” he starts, and you can’t help your eyebrows from shooting up at the unnaturally high voice.

He moves forward in slow steps, tentatively, until the moonlight falls on his face, half illuminating it, but enough for you to discern.

“Chill out,” he speaks again, although this time your guard is down, and you can’t find anything to say because now you can look at his face. And despite the absurdity of it all, you can only think one thing as your eyes rake all over his frame—fuck, he’s pretty.

Still, you blurt out, lowering your hands from their hopeless defense position, “Who are you? What are you doing here?”

His arms lower down when he sees you do the same, a small, sheepish smile gracing his features.

“‘M Peter. Parker.” he puts his hand out for you to shake, awkwardly twiddling his fingers when you don’t reciprocate. You’re still eyeing him warily, squinting your eyes for effect until he elaborates, “Uh, I came here t’day morning to get a job. I just, um…forgot my camera lenses, so I came back to get ‘em.”

He gestures towards the camera that hangs from his neck, moving to hook his hands under the backpack straps, rocking back and forth on his heels.

There’s a moment of silence while you survey him and come to the positive conclusion that he isn’t hostile. You nod your head once, slowly, then twice and thrice, quickly and in an assuaging way.

He grins at you again, soft and calculated, before moving around the large wooden table to search for the transparent lenses on the side cabinet. Your eyes never once leave him, sometimes running over the wild curls on the back of his head to his chiseled jawline.

You’re drawn out of your musing when he goes “ah!”, signaling that he’s found what he’s looking for.

Before he can turn around and catch you looking at him, you say, “Did you get it?”

He spins on his feet, waving the lens in his hand and nodding.

“No, the job.” you clarify, “Did you get the job?”

His mouth twists bashfully, and when he looks down, you can ascertain a healthy flush that coats his cute little cheeks.

“Uhm…I- no.” he glances up at you and immediately back down again, “I didn’t. That Jameson dude, he’s- hm, how do I- he’s a bit…volatile? I guess, that’s how you put it.”

His lips curl up when he hears you snigger, eyes twinkling in the veiled moonlight.

“Yeah, dad can be like that every so often.” you murmur, closely observing him because there’s no way you’re going to miss the look on his face when he catches up.

“Yeah, man. He’s like—” he stops abruptly, biting his tongue when he does catch up. His eyes widen comically, mouth opening and closing like a fish, “he’s your- you’re his- oh! Heh, I- I’m sorry, I didn’t—”

“That’s okay.” you shrug, tightening your shoulders because you’re trying so hard not to laugh right now, “I think he can be…volatile too, sometimes.” you grin, using the uncannily felicitous term that he’d coined.

The room lapses into silence again, and you notice his hand move to scratch the back of his neck fumblingly. Although, when he does that, your eyes are magnetised to the bulge of his biceps, and you can begin to feel that your panties are damp.

You cut to the chase.

“How bad did you want the job?” you enquire, moving around the table yourself, and leaning back slightly onto it.

“Hmph,” he puffs out a defeated laugh, “pretty badly, yeah. I…uh, got evicted too, today, so.”

Your eyebrows raise up in genuine concern. “Pretty shitty day, huh?”

He’s got his hands stuffed in his pockets, and he lifts his shoulders up and down in a stiff shrug, pursing his lips, “What’s new?”

“Listen, Peter,” you move forward towards him, not missing the way the blush returns to his face when he hears his name, “I can help you get the job–”

But there you go, cutting your offer short with a yelp, tripping and stumbling over because your shoelaces are always, always untied. As you bend over, hands out in front of you to brace yourself against the floor, there’s a pair of arms that clutch your waist, steadying you.

“Woah, careful!” he breathes, emitting a small squeak when your palms land on his shoulders, using his firm body to stand up straight again.

You’re close now, so close, torsos only separated by the length of his camera. You’re staring at him, mouth slightly agape, because holy shit, those reflexes!

He’s looking back at you, just as dazed, subconsciously tightening his grip on you to pull you closer. He gulps visibly, “You were saying…?”

You don’t answer. You’re staring at his pretty pink lips, mouth flooding with saliva just as your pussy trickles arousal.

You want to consume him.

You dig your nails into his skin, using the deathly grasp to lurch him forward and ram his mouth against yours. He howls gingerly, tilting his head to the side to use more force.

You respond with a whine, mostly out of pain because his camera knocks into you, pushing against your stomach uncomfortably.

“Shit, ow!” you curse, and he pulls back at that, taking it off and throwing it carelessly onto the table before latching onto your lips again.

You can taste sandwiches on him.

It should be gross that you can taste his dinner on his mouth, but the fact that you recognise the sandwich is so fucking libidinous.

“Delmar’s?” you moan into his mouth, throwing your head back as he moves to lick your jaw.

“Best sandwich in Queens.” he whispers, nipping at the smooth skin of your neck.

“What’s your usual?” you bring his face back to yours, biting his tongue, then sucking on the pink muscle to relish it.

“Number five, with pickles,” he molds his body into yours, “smushed down real flat.”

“Fuck!” you’d never thought a sandwich order could make you this wet, but you’re dripping. You’ve absolutely ruined your panties because that’s the exact same thing you get at Delmar’s. Every single time.

You’re not even kissing anymore, just letting out lewd sounds and panting dirtily into each others’ spit-soaked lips. You need more, desperately. You just hope he’s good.

You shove him away from your body, leaning back against the table and pushing your heaving chest out for him to admire. He’s licking his lips, eyes blown wide and darting from your seductive eyes and your breasts.

You throw out all inhibitions (as if you had any in the first place) and in the most alluring way you can manage, you purr, “On your knees, boy.”

He obeys in an instant.

There’s a pleasurable tug in your lower belly that spreads out into a pang, igniting all of the cells in your body. Seeing him so at your mercy.

You only get a moment’s glance at his face looking up at you submissively—it’s enough to have it branded in your mind—before his head disappears under your skirt, pressing an experimental kiss on the wet spot on the underside of your panties. Your response is a hot breath expelled from your mouth, one of your hands flying down to hold the hair on the back of his head.

He moves back out again, hooking his fingers in the waistband of your panties before gradually dragging them down your legs. All while searching your eyes for any sort of sign that you want to stop.

He doesn’t find any.

By the time he’s done taking it off of your legs and flinging it to some corner of the office, you can swear you feel the wetness sticking on your thighs with how esurient his gaze is.

He doesn’t get on with it straight away, much to your annoyance. He begins at your knees, pressing small kisses to the skin as he travels upward heavily, trickling his fingers on the back of your calves.

He does finally reach your pussy, but he still doesn’t give you what you’re coveting for. You roll your eyes in vexation when you feel him softly kissing the outer lips.

You’ve had enough.

“Get on with it, boy,” you snarl, “or are you so fucking dumb you don’t know where the clit is?”

He pulls back again in an instant, glaring at you as if you’d made a hollow assumption. Although, when you tilt your head to the side, simpering, his eyes soften to haze over with something unchaste, and he stutters out a meek, “No- I…yes, I know. I can—”

You cut him off with a narky tut. “No more talking, then.”

And oh, boy, is he good.

He starts off by proving your premise wrong—wrapping his lips around your achy clit and sucking on it so hard your legs threaten to give out already.

“Oh….” you drag out the exclamation, eyes rolling (this time because of how fucking good it feels) to the back of your head, “yes!”

He’s sucking and licking and biting on your bundle of nerves ceaselessly, so much so that your toes twitch and your fingernails dig into the wood of the table and abrade it. It’s not even been a full minute since he’s put his mouth on you, but you’re already grinding against his mouth, feeling the hot knot in your stomach twist pleasurably.

You thought you’d be able to have some authority over the man on his knees for you, but he’s too adept in his work. All you can do is drop your lower jaw so that your mouth forms a wobbly oval, whine his name in pure desperation, and nuzzle his face further into your cunt.

He’s left your clit to throb, now moving to your pillowy entrance to lap up the arousal that oozes out of it. And then, unexpectedly, shoves the entire length of his tongue inside you as far as he can go.

The feeling is absolutely intoxicating.

It muddles up all coherent thoughts, replacing them by pure ecstasy as white spots dance in your eyesight. He’s moaning, you’re moaning, and the both of you are acting unequivocally unhinged at 12 a.m. in your dad’s office.

You’re clenching around the broad muscle that fucks your pussy, gritting your teeth at the unwavering pleasure he’s bringing you. Your head lolls back and around your shoulders, while you cry out his name as an encouragement for him to make you come.

He can hear you—he can hear your beautiful moans so clearly, but he can’t see you because your skirt covers his face. It’s driving him insane—, because he knows that your lips would look so fucking pretty stumbling over the syllables of his name. He growls in frustration, and he’s unable to stop his own hands as they move from their position around to your thighs to the front of your skirt, ripping it in half before bundling it up to hurl it to a corner of the office.

He can see your face now, but it’s not what he expected it to be—contorted in pleasure. Rather, you’re staring at him, eyes practically bugging out in shock and anger. He slows down his actions, kitten-licking your clit while looking up at you with innocent, wide brown eyes.

“What the fuck! You fucking asshole—” he bites your clit at the rude comment, immediately moving to press his nose against it to go back and fuck your cunt with his tongue, “unhh, uh, oh fuck, don’t stop, boy, don’t you fucking stop…”

And there you go, forgetting about your favorite skirt, succumbing to the fiery exaltation that he’s giving you.

It’s getting too much now, your throat turning huskily numb from all the whines, and your body falling weaker and weaker, just trying to get that blissful high. He’s not even moving now, just kneeling there, eyes flicking from your face to your swelling chest. His glorious tongue juts out of his mouth as far as he can manage, and he’s watching you intently ride the little bumps and ridges on his pink muscle.

You’re beginning to get the telltale feeling of warmness crawling up your legs from your toes, and once it reaches your knees, it’s too intense that you buckle and lose control of your feet. But he’s there for you—he grabs both of your asscheeks tightly, setting you comfortably on his tongue so that your legs are dangling.

You’re literally sitting on his face.

It amazes you to no end—how the fuck he’s that strong. He ripped your skirt—okay, his biceps surely showed you potential. But this? Supporting your entire body weight using just his tongue and his neck? It’s raving mad.

Your mind wanders—if he’s this fit, then surely his stamina…

And just the mental image of Peter fucking you has you spiralling into climax, your body writhing and pussy contracting frenziedly and then slowing down until you feel utterly satiated. With sweat running down your temples and chest still panting heavily, you’re a hundred percent sure you’re never going to forget this exceptionally wild orgasm.

He sets you down gently on wobbly legs, standing back up to his full height while keeping you steady by clutching your waist. You’re still calming down, staring at him as if in some sort of trance when he licks up all of your juices from his lips and around his mouth.

“So,” he starts with a rasp, clearing his throat, “about that job…”

You flutter your eyes at him, smiling sweetly, because you’ve caught the glimmer of hope that dangles from his unfinished sentence.

You pretend to give it a bit of thought, even though you know you’re not going to bend to his will this easily. With your core still quivering and the sight of the (very big) tent in his pants, you’ve already decided that you’re going to have some fun.

The night’s still young.

“Depends,” you breathe, licking a fat stripe of his skin starting from the corner of his mouth till his ear, then spitting filthily, “can you make me come again?”

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nikoruistyping · 2 years

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Could you do one where the reader thinks she’s dumb Bc she doesn’t understand like the homework assignment and she like tell him she’s wishes she was smart like Gwen and like comforts her

Chemistry || TASM Peter Parker

TASM!Peter Parker x Fem!reader

Requested by: @simpingforpeterparker3000

Summary: You were struggling with your AP Chemistry homework but Peter has come to help you out and maybe even ask you out too...

TW: Fluff, Mention of Insecurity/Lack of Confidence, Highschool AU (I Imagine them being Seniors so 18+), First Kiss/Kissing, Teenage Awkwardness, Best Friends to Lovers

Word Count: 1,812

A/N: So I kinda winged this one since I wasn't sure what Peter you wanted this made for so I assumed TASM but this prompt can really work for any version of Peter that you wanna imagine per say! I hope you like it and thank you for requesting!

You scratched the top of your head in confusion, brows furrowed and your lips descending into a pout. Chemistry was quite a difficult subject (Both in the classroom and in real life) and you were getting absolutely nowhere with this stupid homework assignment. It was a big mistake trying to aim high in your senior year by taking AP Chemistry. You really, really wanted to get into your top three colleges, and taking this last AP course on your list was the only way you could impress those college admission offices.

You pushed up your glasses, letting out an exhausted sigh while you took a minute to look up from your notebook and observe all the other students also studying for exams and doing other homework assignments. You closed your eyes for a moment, resting them while you listened closely to the quiet chatter, rapid strokes on keyboards, and the sounds of graphite hitting paper. You tried to relax for a moment and focus, taking a deep breath but as you did you felt a hand rest upon your shoulder which made you jump in your seat, a silent scream coming from you, your head whipping to the side to see that it was just Peter Parker.

"My God, Peter! You scared the shit out of me!" You angrily whispered to him, trying to be respectful and quiet so that you wouldn't be kicked out of the library.

"Well, hello to you too Y/N." His voice was sarcastic and so easygoing while he pulled up a chair to your side and slid his backpack onto the table.

"Please don't sneak up on me like that next time." Your eyes focus on him a bit more and really take in his casual demeanor. He always had those big nerdy glasses, brown hair spiked but still ruffled and messy and a camera pretty much hanging around his neck 24/7.

"Ok fine, next time I'll give you a warning from a mile away," He chuckled and you just rolled your eyes in response picking up your pencil and staring back at the blank assignment sheet.

"So what you up to?" His eyes landed on your blank paper and when he saw the cover of your book he nodded his head realizing it was clear you were having trouble.

"Just AP Chemistry, if you couldn't tell already I'm getting absolutely nowhere with it." You explain tapping the piece of paper with the end of your pencil.

"Then why don't I help you? I got a good hour until I need to pick up Aunt May." He had a smile on his face while he opened his backpack and sifted through it to find another pencil.

"Oh Peter I appreciate it but you don't have to-" His words cut you off.

"I want to. Let me help you, the real question is do you want to pass or fail this class?" He asked raising an eyebrow at you and you just held your head in your hands and sighed accepting defeat so might as well get help from one of the smartest people you knew in the class.

"Pass..." You mumble and you couldn't help but grin at his positive enthusiasm. Every time you looked at him he just reminded you of a cute golden retriever, his personality was always wanting to help, please and you were pretty sure he was loyal since you had been friends with Peter ever since Freshman year.

"Let's get started then." He motioned towards the paper while you started to point and read the material from the book and copied it down onto the paper.

Ten minutes later and a few failed attempts just to solve the first equation alone, you were already exhausted from exerting so much brainpower. Peter could clearly sense you were frustrated and he tried to write down a few notes for you to follow in the margins of your paper and he even doodled funny little pictures making you giggle.

"Peter I can't do this...I'm not as smart as you or Gwen or anyone else for that matter in our class. AP Chemistry just isn't for me and I need to accept that. I'm too stupid for this." You say while doodling next to his drawings and trying to crack a fake smile on your face.

"Y/N don't say that. You aren't stupid one bit, you're so smart and you know it," You felt his index finger slide under your chin and tilted your head up and towards him so he could look at you in the eyes.

"I know for a fact that you can do anything as long as you put your mind to it. Plus who wants to be like Gwen anyway? She is such a teacher's pet." He says with light sass in his voice a chuckle following as he tries to lighten the mood and he smiles once you laugh along with him.

"You really mean that Peter?" You ask trying to really believe what he was saying because you were just so insecure about yourself sometimes and I guess right now this was one of those moments.

"Of course I do, you know I wouldn't lie to you." His fingers slowly went up to the loose piece of hair that was in front of your eyes, covering a part of your glasses and he tucked it behind your ear softly, his hands so delicate with you.

"Thanks...nobody has ever really told me that before." You admitted a bit ashamed, a blush coming across your cheeks since you felt like you never really stood out much or got compliments very often so knowing that he thought so highly of you made you feel confident. It felt good for a change to have someone actually appreciate your existence when you always felt like you were just the background character in the story of life.

"Not only do you got brains but you got beauty too." His words trailed off the more he focused on your facial features, his hands going up to the sides of your glasses and slowly taking them off and folding them, placing them on the table. His eyes admired every part of you, you were simply beautiful, you always were.

Somewhere deep down maybe he always had a crush on you and you couldn't help but think the same way about him too. The tension had been there since Freshman year and it was about time that you ended that painful tension between the two of you since it was blatantly obvious that you both liked each other and you just never wanted to admit it.

You placed the pencil down and your hands had done the same to him, delicately pulling away the glasses off his face and folding them shut. You weren't sure who leaned in first but the feeling of his lips soft and sweet as they nervously touched yours it was like two puzzle pieces fitting perfectly together. His hand placed themselves on the side of your neck and helped guide you closer and encouraging you to lean in your seat to press harder against his lips. You couldn't believe you were having your first kiss with him in the middle of the damn library but this was happening and yeah it was definitely happening! You were nervous people would see and you quickly pulled away, biting your bottom lip while Peter kinda stared blankly at you also not believing that really happened.

"Did that just-" He stuttered out, his thoughts just as jumbled as yours while you nodded your head at him.

"I'm so sorry I didn't mean to-"

"It's ok Peter...I actually liked it." You were embarrassed to admit it but it was a long time coming and sooner or later you knew you would kiss him you just didn't think it would be now.

"Really? So am I like a good kisser?" He asked shyly while you both were still in close proximity.

"Hmm I don't know, I would have to try it again and see if we got chemistry." A small little smirk comes across your lips.

"Again?! Wait so then does this mean you like, like me?" He raised an eyebrow at you.

"Yes you big dummy, I've liked you ever since I can remember. I guess I never really wanted to admit to myself that I was falling for my best friend." You said with a smile and you could see him leaning in closer once more and this time without hesitation he kissed you. The feeling much faster and you somehow reacted quicker, your hands wrapping around his neck and squeezing softly this time while you guided him closer. You encouraged him not to be afraid and to be more aggressive in the way he kissed you. You could feel the heat in your cheeks but before you could press your tounges against each other he pulled away breathless and rather pressed his forehead against yours. You were dumbfounded and hungry for more but you tried to snap out of the trance you were under.

"Me too..." His voice whispered and you just couldn't stop smiling like an idiot around him and you felt his hands hold yours for a moment enjoying the way your smaller hand fit in his but then he looked back at your assignment and sighed.

"Do you maybe wanna, I-I um don't know like do-" He was at a loss for words trying to figure out the right way to ask you out on a date and you could tell he was having a hard time and it was painful to watch so you cut him off.

"Yeah, that sounds good but first let's finish this homework assignment." You say and he just breathes out relieved that you were understanding what he was trying to say without even having expressed or really asked anything at all.

"Good, good, great, ok, ok," He tried composing himself the more he kept repeating words under his breath. He leaned back into his chair and grabbed his glasses off the table and put them back on, you followed his lead doing the same thing while you tried to contain all the butterflies in your stomach and all the excitement you were feeling after what just happened.

"Let's get you that A+ Y/N." His voice now determined glancing at you once more.

You couldn't help but want to just hug him close and that's exactly what you did, your arms quickly wrapping around him, your head resting against his shoulder.

"Thank you Peter, for everything." He responded by just holding you tight and hugging you right back.

That afternoon the both of you spent hours in the library together laughing, flirting, and also learning, of course, while he helped you with your homework. Later that night Peter was scolded by Aunt May for having not picked her up on time but it was totally worth spending every minute with you and he was looking forward to once he was done being grounded, he could finally go on that date.

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mgparker · 2 years

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it started with a click!

[platonic tasm!peter parker x reader]

summary: Spider-Man seeks your help after you catch him trying to take a self-portrait... little did you know, it was for Peter Parker’s side job at the Daily Bugle

warnings: platonic little blurb, peter making horrible excuses, slight fluff but not really, spoiler-free

Work was finally over. You had just finished a double shift at a small finance office in lower Manhattan. Part of you wishes that you had more of a backbone, having taken the shift from another co-worker who claimed to be coming down with a cold.

Certainly didn’t look like it when they posted themselves at a party an hour later on social media.

Because you left so late, you had to sacrifice your daily ride with another co-worker who worked the same hours as you. Miraculously, they could afford a car in New York City and though you found it completely useless in a city with endless public transportation, you still took advantage of the offer.

Grumbling under your breath, you stomped your way to the nearest station, trying to make the trip shorter by cutting between buildings. You were making your way past the isolated area of a parking garage, trying to remain as inconspicuous as possible, when you suddenly caught a flash of movement from the corner of your eye. You turned to look, prepared to find a shady person lingering in the area but what you saw was completely different.

It was Spider-Man, the masked vigilante-turned-hero that was on your TV almost every single day. He seemed to be headline news every week, from stopping robbers and terrorists to defending helpless kids from bullies.

You felt your heart stop, partly from excitement and also from anxiety. You watched as he set up a tripod, adjusting a camera to point towards the sky. Then, he climbed the wall of the parking garage before quickly jumping off, right on time with the camera’s self-timed click!

When he returned to the ground, he finally noticed your presence, heart sinking as he realized what you had seen. “Uh, hey!” He laughed nervously, trying to downplay the situation. Maybe you’d think that he just liked to take pictures of himself…? “You alright there?”

Behind the mask, Peter Parker was nervous, more nervous than ever. It didn’t help that you were actually very attractive.

“Um—yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m fine. All good here,” you tried to stop your word vomit but to no avail. “S-sorry to disturb you. I’ll just go now. Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” he reassured, feeling a bit guilty that you became such an anxious mess in his presence. “I’m not upset. I was just… taking pictures… for—for my wall! Yeah, my wall. I kinda have this wall that I fill up with fan-mail and there was some empty spaces so…”

It was a weird explanation, clearly an excuse, but you had no right to question the hero. It was insane that you were talking to him in the first place. “You do your thing, man.”

Shifting from foot to foot, Spider-Man nodded, awkwardly side-stepping towards his camera. You were aware that you should’ve started walking away by now but your anxiety was keeping you rooted in place, watching him study the picture on his camera.

The hero shook his head at the picture in what seemed to be disappointment. “You don’t like it?” You blurted.

“Eh, it’s okay,” Spider-Man mumbled distractedly.

“I can help, you know. I was actually part of photography club in high school.”

Oh my God. Why did you say that? That’s so embarrassing. Why would he want your help? Why, why, why—

“Yeah actually. That would be kinda cool,” Spider-Man said after a moment, walking over to hand you his camera.

You were shocked, taking it hesitantly and praying that you wouldn’t drop it. You waited until Spider-Man got into position, hanging off the top of the parking garage, and then bringing the camera to your eye-level. “Ready when you are!” You gave him a thumbs up and he launched himself away from the structure, flying through the air and giving you his classic web-shooting pose.

Thankfully, you hit the shutter button right in time because suddenly a sticky glob of web covered the lens of the camera. Before you could react, Spider-Man landed in front of you, pulling the substance off of his camera and apologizing for startling you. “Sorry,” he said. “Let’s check this out.”

Pulling the camera out of your grasp, he clicked on the gallery button, making sure that you could see the screen too. “Woah!” He laughed in excitement. “This is so cool!”

Staring at the image, you honestly agreed with his statement. It was Spider-Man in his iconic pose, soaring toward the camera with a web stretching out at the viewer. Honestly, it might’ve even been good enough to be featured on the news.

“I’m glad you like it,” you stammered, your ears suddenly feeling rather hot.

“What did you say your name was again?”

“I didn’t,” you smiled. “It’s Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you.” He shook your hand, smiling back through the mask.

You should really get going now. “I’ll see you around maybe,” you grabbed your bag from the ground and started to make your way down the road again. “And don’t worry about credit… that is unless you’re actually putting it up on your fan-mail wall.”

“Uh—it is for the wall!” The high-pitched tone in his voice said otherwise.

“Well in that case, remember it’s from me!”

“You’re a fan?”

“Sure,” you called back, giving him a shrug while still walking away. You turned the corner and Spider-Man was gone from your line of vision.

For the rest of the day, all you could think about was your weird experience with New York’s most popular hero, excitement fluttering in your stomach as you thought of how lucky you were to take that shortcut.

Later that night, on the other side of NYC, Peter Parker stared at a printed copy of the photo you had taken that night, smiling at the memory and deciding that he would indeed just keep it for himself. Partly because it would be wrong to take credit for your work, but mostly because he wanted his own personal reminder of you.

Satisfied, Peter placed the framed picture on his bedroom desk, next to his computer where he could glance at it regularly.

It took a few days but you finally saw Spider-Man on the cover of the Daily Bugle again, grabbing a copy from your local coffee shop. Only, you were absolutely shocked to see that it was a picture from the day that you met him.

And in tiny letters at the bottom of the picture, the name ‘Peter Parker’ was printed. In that moment, you figured out Spider-Man’s true identity but respecting his privacy, you kept the information to yourself.

There was no way you would be able to find this Peter Parker in such a populated city, unless you showed up to the Daily Bugle headquarters and that was definitely not an option... It would be weird and stalker-ish, in your opinion.

Besides, you had only met Spider-Man once.

So you carried the sacred piece of information with you, not expecting to ever confront the hero again but being pleasantly surprised when he ended up finding you two weeks later on your way home from work again.

“Y/N!”

Startled, you whipped your body around, scanning your surroundings before finding the hero waving at you from the top of a one-story building. Spider-Man jumped down to the ground, joining you on your walk.

“Hi.”

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You were sitting in your car a few months later, sending Peter a text telling him to be safe on patrol. Before you could get out of you car, you heard a knock at your window. You jumped and looked up to see Spiderman standing outside your car with his hands on his hips.

“Ma’am, I’m gonna need you to step out of the vehicle.” Peter said as he rested his hands on an invisible belt.

“What did I do, officer?” You played along.

“It says here that you don’t have a permit for being that pretty.” Peter replied.

“Aw.” You chuckled a little. “You’re such a loser.”

“Shut up.” He laughed. “It’s dark already. Let me walk you home.”

“In the suit?” You asked as you got out of the car. “I feel so fancy.”

“Only the best for my lady.” He said as he took your hand. “It’s so creepy in here. I wish your parking lot wasn’t so far from the actual building.”

“Me either.” You shrugged. “But at least I have a parking lot. May still has to park on the street. She and I complain about it a lot when you’re not around.”

“Well I would also have my license if I wasn’t so busy, you know, saving New York or whatever.” Peter shrugged.

“Shut up.” You laughed as you leaned into him. You slipped your hand into his gloved one and fell into a comfortable silence.

When you passed by the bodega near your apartment, you caught the attention of a man sleeping outside.

“Hey.” He chuckled and pointed at Peter. “You’re that spider guy.”

“You can call me Spiderman.” Peter said kindly.

“Okay Spiderman. And who’s this?” His attention shifted to you. “Spider-Man has a girlfriend?”

“No.” Peter said quickly and dropped your hand. “We just met. I’m just doing my duty and walking her home.”

The man didn’t take his eyes off of you, which made you step closer to Peter.

“Yeah?” The man asked. “And where’s that?”

“Nowhere.” You answered. “Don’t worry about it.”

“All right.” The man narrowed his eyes at you. “I hope I’ll be seeing you again, beautiful.”

“You won’t.” Peter said, trying to keep his tone neutral. “Have a nice night, sir.”

Peter put his hand on your back and quickly lead you away. He stayed silent until you got to your apartment building, the tension between you palpable.

“I shouldn’t come in.” Peter said. “Not while I’m in the suit. People shouldn’t see Spiderman going into your apartment.”

“No ones around.” You chuckled to break the tension. “I think it’s fine.”

“I can’t.” Peter shook his head. “Your neighbor could see me or the cameras could pick me up or-“

“Hey.” You cut him off with a smile. “It’s okay. You don’t have to come up. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

“Okay.” Peter sighed sadly, hating to have to leave you without a kiss goodnight. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Once Peter had swung away, you blew him a kiss when you knew no one could see. You went inside and didn’t give the night another thought. Elsewhere, Peter was torn up over what had happened. The way the man had been looking at you was shaking him up. He let it go for the time being, but it stayed with him in the back of his mind.

The next night, you were making the ten minute walk from your apartment to Peter’s. You put your keys between your fingers and kept your head straight as you walked. When you passed the bodega near your apartment, the man from the night before noticed you.

“Hey, aren’t you Spider-Man’s girlfriend?” He asked with a wicked grin. You ignored him and kept walking, picking up your pace as he followed.

“You are, aren’t you?” He continued when you didn’t respond.

“No.” You said flatly.

“Yes you are.” He cooed. “You’re pretty.”

You ignored him and sharply turned a corner, but he followed.

“Hey!” He called after you. “Don’t I get a thank you?”

“No.” You called back. “You don’t.”

“You know.” He seized your arm suddenly, making you stop. “I don’t like Spiderman that much. He webbed up my buddy and got him sent to jail.”

“Aw. Poor you.” You said as you pulled yourself out of his grip.

“No, pretty girl.” He shook his head. “Poor you.”

You watched his hand disappear into his pocket and soon heard the click of switch blade.

“What are you doing?” You asked as you backed away from him.

“He took my buddy from me. I wanna take something from him.” The man growled as he held the knife up to your throat. Your back hit the wall as you craned your neck away from his blade. You could feel the sharp blade against your throat and felt a cold panic run down your spine.

“Wait, please.” You gulped as your hand went into your pocket. “Don’t hurt me. I have a baby sister at home. She needs me.”

“Aw.” He said sarcastically. “Do you?”

“I do.” You nodded and pulled something out of your pocket. “She needs me to take care of her. I’ll show you.”

Instead of pulling out a picture, you pulled out your pepper spray and sprayed it in his eyes. He backed away screaming and you took this opportunity to punch him in the throat. He doubled over in pain, so you swiftly kicked him in the stomach and took off. You didn’t stop running until you reached Peter’s apartment, never once looking back. Once you were in his room, Peter caught sight of your messy hair and the tiny red line on your neck and immediately panicked.

“Woah, are you okay?” He cupped your face so you’d look at him. “What happened to you?”

“I’m fine.” You huffed and dropped your bag. “It was that stupid guy from last night.”

“What guy?” Peter asked as he fumbled through his desk for a bandaid.

“The one we passed by the bodega. I saw him again.” You explained as Peter’s shaking hand out a bandaid in your neck.

“What happened?” Peter asked. “Did he hurt you?”

“No. I had my pepper spray on me.” You told him.

“Did he try to hurt you?”

“I mean, I guess.” You shrugged. “I think he just liked that I was your girlfriend. Apparently he’s not much of a Spiderman fan.”

Peter withdrew his hands from you when he heard this as if he was scared to hurt you further.

“He attacked you because of me?” He asked quietly.

“No. He tried to attack me because of you. Pepper spray, remember?” You cracked a smile, but Peter didn’t return it.

“Peter, I handled it. It’s fine.” You put your hands on his face when you noticed how scared he looked.

“He…he shouldn’t have done that.” Peter stammered. “You didn’t do anything. He had no reason to go after you.”

He pulled away from you again and ran his fingers through his hair. He was deeply distraught over this, even though you were okay. You reached out for Peter again but he swatted your hand away.

“Peter, it’s okay.” You said quietly. “I’m okay. Nothing happened.”

“Nothing compared to what could have happened.” He corrected you.

“Look, I was really scared back there. I understand if you’re scared too, but I’m on your side here.” You said softly. “You can’t pull away from me right now. I need you. I need my boyfriend to tell me it’s okay.”

Peter’s face softened when you showed a rare sign of vulnerability. He slowly opened his arms to you and you stepped into them. Peter wrapped his arms around your body and rubbed your back and you took a deep inhale.

“I love you.” He said before kissing the top of your head. “It’s okay. You’re safe now. I got you, princess.”

“I love you too.” You mumbled against his chest.

Peter looked up at the ceiling to keep tears from falling down his face as he held you. He let out a deep sigh as he rubbed your back, silently thinking about the effect this would have on his future.

Especially his future with you.

“Some guy attacked Y/n because he saw her with Spider-man the night before.” Peter said as he set his lunch down. Ned stopped eating and let his jaw drop.

“Are you serious?” He said with a full mouth.

“Yeah. I put one of his friends in jail so he went after her. She had nothing to do with it but he still targeted her. Because of me, Ned. It’s my fault he went after her.” Peter sighed and rubbed his face.

“Dude, it’s not your fault.” Ned said. “You didn’t know he was gonna do that.”

“But now I do.” Peter stated. “And it’s only gonna get worse from here. I mean, you’ve seen the guys that have gone after Mr. Stark and Pepper. What if some guy tries to hurt Y/n to get to me? Someone a lot worse then some hobo with a switchblade.”

“You don’t know that will happen.”

“But I know that it could if I continue to date her.” Peter sighed again. Ned furrowed his eyebrows when he heard this, jumping to the conclusions of what that could mean.

“What are you gonna do?”

“I don’t think there’s anything else I can do.” Peter said quietly. “I think I have to break up with her.”

“Are you sure about that?” Ned leaned forward to ask.

“How else am I supposed to keep her safe?” Peter’s bottom lip began to tremble. “As long as she’s my girlfriend, she has a target on her back. I can’t knowingly put her in danger like that.”

“But, Peter. You love her. And she loves you. You can’t just end it.” Ned countered.

“I have to end it because I love her.” Peter explained. “I have to love her enough to put her safety over my happiness.”

“She’s gonna hate you.” Ned shook his head. “You know her.”

“Maybe not. Maybe she’ll understand.” Peter said hopefully.

“I don’t know, man.” Ned sighed. “I think you found something really good here. I don’t think you should mess it up.”

“But if she got hurt because of me...” Peter trailed off. “I’d never forgive myself. I can’t risk it.”

“I’ll support you either way.” Ned said. “But only if you stay with her.”

“That’s not really supporting me either way.”

“Yeah. Because I think your way is really dumb.” Ned deadpanned.

“It’s not dumb. She could’ve been killed.” Peter protested.

“Do you honestly think she’ll let you break up with her over this?” Ned asked. “Shes gonna tell you that you’re ridiculous and she can protect herself.”

“Then I won’t tell her my reasoning.” Peter decided. “I love her but she’s stubborn as hell. Especially with me. If that reason isn’t good enough for her then she won’t get a reason at all.”

“Peter, that’s even worse.” Ned whined. “There’s no coming back from that. You know how much she values communication. That will crush her.”

“I’d rather her have a broken heart then be killed.” Peter said simply. “She’ll hate me for a while, sure, but at least she’ll be safe.”

“I don’t know about this.” Ned frowned. “I don’t think this is a good idea.”

Before Peter could answer, you sat down at the lunch table with a smile. Peter gave Ned a look that told him to cease all conversation of the breakup, which made Ned look away.

“Hey guys.” You smiled. “What’s going on over here? You both look so sad. Did you break up or something?”

Peter and Ned froze at your joke, giving each other a knowing look. You looked between the two of them and noticed the icy tension.

“Woah.” You laughed awkwardly. “I was kidding. Is everything okay?”

“It’s fine.” Peter lied as he kept his eyes on Ned. Ned stayed silent, knowing he couldn’t lie to you.

“Okay.” You said skeptically. “Are we still gonna hang out after school, Petey?”

“Yeah.” Peter gave you a tight smile. “We can talk after school.”

Ned let out a sad laugh before looking at Peter. He silently picked up his backpack and left the table, not wanting to be a part of Peter breaking your heart.

“What was that all about?” You asked once Ned left.

“I don’t know.” Peter said without looking at you. The guilt was already eating away at him and he hadn’t even broken up with you yet. You changed the subject and started to talk about something else, but Peter barely heard. He felt sick to his stomach, knowing he was acting like everything was fine when he had every intention of breaking up with you. When the bell rang, Peter snapped out of it and looked at you longingly. You gave him a small smile, having no idea what was coming. It broke Peter’s heart to know this was the last time you’d be happy while looking at him. Peter leaned in to kiss you, letting it linger much longer than usual. He figured it would be your last kiss, and he wanted to make it last. When he pulled away, you had confusion in your eyes.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” You asked. “That felt like a goodbye kiss.”

“I’m okay.” Peter nodded. “I’ll see you later.”

Peter avoided you the best he could for the rest of the day. Once the last bell rang, he bolted out of school with stopping at his locker. He had felt sick all day because of his decision. He was so wrapped up in his guilt, he didn’t even hear you knock at his door.

“Hey, Petey.” You smiled as you shut his bedroom door behind you. “I looked for you at the lockers but you weren’t there. Did you run home or something?”

Peter jumped when he heard your voice and whipped around, all the color draining from his face.

“Um. Yeah.” He stammered. “I did.”

You were quick to notice his off behavior and furrowed your eyebrows.

“What’s wrong?” You asked as you approached him. Peter took a single step back from you, so you didn’t move any closer.

“Um…I have to talk to you about something.” Peter said quietly as he stared at your feet.

“Okay.” You folded your arms. “Is everything okay?”

“I think…” Peter gulped and shut his eyes. “I think we should break up.”

“What?” You chuckled as you raised your eyebrow.

“I don’t think a relationship is right for me right now.” Peter lied, finally looking up at you. “I think I need to be on my own.”

“That’s not funny, Peter.” Your smile fell as glared at him.

“I’m being serious.” He said weakly. “I don’t want us to be together anymore.”

“Why?” You asked as your eyes glassed over. “What happened?”

“I don’t know.” He shrugged. “I was into it, and now I’m not. So I want to break up.”

“That’s all I get? “I don’t know?” We spend six months in love but all the sudden, you don’t know?” You asked as a tear fell from your eyes. Peter had to look away, knowing he wouldn’t be able to continue if he saw you cry.

“Look, I just changed my mind okay? It’s nothing personal.” He said as he looked at the ceiling.

“Really? Because it feels a little personal.”

“We can still be friends.” He offered. “We said we’d give this a try, and we did. It just didn’t work out.”

“So the trip to the graveyard, you telling me your secret, bringing me to meet your team, all the kisses in your bedroom and the sex in mine, was all of that it not working out for you?” You asked him.

“No.” He swore. “That’s not...this isn’t about that.”

“How am I supposed to believe that?” You raised your voice. “Did you just use me for sex? Is that all this was? Some twisted way to get into my pants?”

“No.” Peter shook his head rapidly. “I loved you, I just-“

“Loved?” You cut him off and laughed sadly. Peter watched as you wiped the tears from your face with a broken heart.

“I’m sorry.” He said sincerely. “I wish I had something better to tell you. But my mind is made up. We can’t be together.”

“What did I do?” You whispered through your tears.

“Nothing. You didn’t do anything.” Peter promised as he took a step towards you, needing to hold you. This time, you were the one who backed away.

“Then why don’t you want me?” Your voice trembled as you struggled to look at him. Peter let out a ragged breath, shaking his head to try and convey that he didn’t mean anything he was saying.

“I…I don’t know.” He croaked. “I just don’t.”

“How do you not know?” You yelled tearfully.

“I just don’t. I’m sorry. I didn’t know my feelings would change.”

“But how could they change so fast? All those things you said to me, “That’s the only pain I’ll ever put you in”. ,you mimicked his voice, “Was all that just bullshit?”

“No.” He stated. “I meant it when I said that.”

“And I believed you. God, how could I be so stupid?” You cried.

“You’re not stupid.” Peter began to cry as well. “You’re just not what I want.”

“Not what you want?” Your voice was barely above a whisper as you repeated his words.

“I just don’t want to be in a relationship right now. Can you please try to understand that?” He begged, trying to salvage any sort of relationship with you that he could.

“No. Fuck you. I hate you.” You whimpered.

“You don’t mean that.” Peter said as he stepped closer to you.

“Yes I do. I never should’ve given you a chance. I fucking hate you, Peter Parker.” You cried as you hit his chest. “I wish we never met.”

“Please, don’t leave.” Peter pleaded as you grabbed your bag. “We can still be friends.”

“I don’t want to be your friend. I don’t want anything to do with you.” You sniffled as you went for the door. At this point, Peter was deeply regretting his decision. He knew he should have told you how he was feeling instead of acting irrationally.

“Wait. I think I made a mistake.” His hands began to tremble as a panic ran down his spine.

“No, I did.” You told him. “The mistake was believing you when you told me you loved me.”

“I do love you.” Peter said weakly.

“Then why are you breaking me?” You yelled at him. You and Peter fell into a defeating silence, both standing there with tears falling. You looked down at your feet and wiped your face, sucking in a sharp breath before speaking.

“You said you’d never break my heart.” You said quietly. You slowly looked up at Peter and sized him up and down with your eyes. In that moment, he was no longer the boy you grew to love. He had reverted back to being your enemy, and so you had just one word for him.

“Liar.”

With that, you turned around and left his apartment. Your word suck into Peter like venom and he felt physically ill. He stumbled back and fell down on his bed, his full emotions finally being felt. Peter put his hand over his mouth and cried so hard that he began to dry heave. He was realizing much too late that Ned had been right. With the way Peter was feeling, he knew he had not made the right decision. He just chased his first love away in a mess of tears and shards of a broken heart.

You ignored the calls and texts from Peter for the following week. He didn’t want to bombard you, so he sent his usual good morning and goodnight texts with a little “please talk to me” at the end. After three days of tearing up whenever his name popped up on your screen, you blocked his number.

May let you in one night when he was on patrol so you could collect your things. You grabbed the shirts and underwear you kept in his drawer from all the times you “accidentally” slept over. You took your chapstick on his bed table, hairbrush on his dresser, and the toothbrush you kept in his bathroom. You held the box of your things against your hip and looked around his room. He had your project, the one that initially brought the two of you together, framed on his wall. You looked down at the ground, feeling like you might break if you looked at it, and left his room.

“Did you get everything?” May asked when you came back into the kitchen.

“I think so.” You said quietly, not trusting your voice not to break.

“I don’t understand him sometimes.” She frowned. “He loved you so much. I can’t understand why he’d do this.”

“Yeah.” You smiled tightly. “I can’t either.”

“Come here.” May opened her arms to you and you stepped into them. She blew cold air on your neck as you cried against her shoulder.

“He’s the smartest guy I know.” She said as she rubbed your back. “But he’s also incredibly stupid.”

“I know.” You laughed through your tears.

“He’ll come around.” She cupped your face and wiped your tears with her thumbs. “I can tell that he already regrets it. Give him a few days and he’ll be begging at your feet for forgiveness.”

“Maybe.” You smiled sadly. “Thanks for letting me in. I should go before he comes back.”

“Wait. Before you go.” May said as she took a bottle of body spray out of your box. She took your hand and lead you to Peter’s room, where she sprayed the body spray into the air.

“There.” She smiled. “That’ll torture him when he gets back. He’ll think he’s being haunted by you.”

“May.” You laughed at her ingenious. “That’s so mean.”

“He was meaner.” She shrugged. “I’ll see you soon, Y/n.”

You said goodbye to May and went to your next stop. This one being the Avengers tower. Tony put your face in the facial recognition system, so you had no trouble getting in. You got most of your things from Peter’s room, but took a page out of May’s book and left something on purpose. After collecting the rest of your things, you went into the kitchen. You slammed the box on the table and let out a loud sigh. An equally distraught sigh coming from behind the box made you jump out of your skin. You moved the box to the side and lo and behold, Bucky was sitting at the table scribbling in a small black notebook.

“Oh, sorry.” You blinked a few times to gather yourself. “I was just collecting my things. I didn’t think anyone would be here.”

“I’m not usually here.” He said without looking up. “But I’m making amends and Stark is on my list.”

“Amends?” You asked curiously as you fixed your hair. Bucky put the notebook down and looked up at you, his piercing gaze sending a chill down your spine.

“I’ve done some bad things.” He said simply. You gulped and looked him up and down, which he noticed. You weren’t really thinking straight when you walked over to him and ran your fingers through his messy hair.

“Wanna do some more?” You said slowly. Bucky moved away from your hand and gave you a strange look.

“What?” He asked you.

“I like doing bad things too.” You shrugged as you played with his jacket. “And I like having bad things done to me. If you’d like, I could show you.”

“Aren’t you dating the spider kid?”

“Nope.” You popped the p. “Not anymore. I’m free to do whoever, sorry, whatever I want.”

“How old are you?” Bucky narrowed his eyes at you.

“Old enough.” You cracked a smile and traced your fingernail down his face.

“So am I.” He said as he caught your hand. “Old enough to be a fossil. You don’t want anything to do with me.”

“Says who?” You pouted as you put your knee between his legs. You were leaning over him now, giving him no choice but to look at you.

“Says me. Goodnight.” Bucky got out of his chair and brushed past you.

“Wait.” You said, and he stopped.

“What?”

You walked up to him and wrapped your arms around his neck, drumming your fingers on his back.

“I’m 18, I’m hot, and I’m really fucking horny.” You told him. “Why don’t you stay a while?”

“I was 18 almost 90 years ago.” He replied. “You’re a child. It would be really wrong.”

“But it would feel really, really good.” You whispered. Bucky stared at you for a long time as he contemplated it.

“You don’t want to do this.” He said finally.

“Yes I do.” You insisted. “I always have. Why don’t you show me what this arm does?”

“You don’t want me.” He repeated. “You want me to take your pain away. And you want to do it in a way that would hurt Peter the most. Am I right?”

You slowly took your arms away from him as you realized he just read you to filth.

“How did you know that?” You wondered.

“I go to therapy.” He shrugged. “A lot of therapy.”

You fully withdrew yourself from him now, feeling slightly embarrassed for coming on to him. Bucky could see that you had taken your guard down and relaxed as well.

“Thanks.” You said sheepishly as you adverted your eyes.

“For what?” He wondered.

“For being a good guy and not taking advantage of a sad girl.” You gave him a sad smile. Bucky cracked an awkward smile back at you, like it was something he wasn’t used to doing.

“I’m not normally described as a good guy.” He told you.

“You’re making amends right?” You gestured to the notebook. “Every one you make is another step towards being a better guy. It may not feel like it yet, but you’ll get there.”

“I guess you’re right.” He nodded a little, like he was too shy to fully agree with you. You smiled kindly at him, feeling like he could use a little tenderness.

“Have a goodnight, James.” You said as you picked up your box of belongings.

“Night.” He nodded at you before you left the room.

You took your things back to your apartment and went straight to sleep. Bucky had managed to relieve some of your pain, even if it was just a little. Ever since the breakup, you’ve been cursing the very existence of men. If someone as kind and innocent as Peter could break your heart, you weren’t sure there was any man out there you could trust. But after your brief conversation with Bucky, your hope was restored.

Meanwhile, Peter was making an opposite discovery. After patrol, he went back to his room and immediately spelled your scent. His eyes glassed over as you looked around, noticing all your missing items. He suddenly got a message from FRIDAY that someone had been in his room at the tower. He swung to the tower as fast as he could, but he got held up stopping some bad guys. By the time he finally made it there, you were gone.

“Damn it.” Peter smacked his dresser as he looked around his empty room. “FRIDAY, did Y/n come in here?”

“Yes.” FRIDAY answered. Peter looked in his drawers and bathroom and just as he expected, all of your things were gone. He sat down on his bed and defeat and rubbed his face.

“If she took all her things back, she’s done with me.” Peter mumbled as a tear rolled down his eye.

“Maybe not.” FRIDAY replied.

“What do you mean?”

“You’re sitting on something.” FRIDAY said, making Peter move. Underneath himself, he found the t shirt of yours that he had been sleeping with. There was no way you wouldn’t have recognized it, and it had been left out in the open. Peter held the shirt to his nose and took a whiff, inhaling your scent once again. A glimmer of hope sparked inside him with the discovery of the shirt. If you left it on purpose, maybe there was still a chance for the two of you.

“FRIDAY, where did Y/n go once she left my room?” Peter wondered. Maybe he could still catch up to you.

“The kitchen.” FRIDAY answered.

“In the kitchen?” Peter asked. “Why would she be in there?”

“You can see for yourself.” FRIDAY said as he projected the security footage onto Peter’s wall. Peter looked up to see you and Bucky in the kitchen, having a conversation. He couldn’t hear the audio, but he could see you playing with his hair and flirting with him. Peter dropped the shirt as a white hot jealousy ran through him.

“Turn it off, FRIDAY.” Peter swallowed angrily. “I’ve seen enough.”

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cruel as the cities (i lived in)

truthfully i have no excuse for this, it kinda just happened. Given that it kinda just happened, no beta! so all of the mistakes are 100% mine lol. title from Daylight by Taylor Swift

tasm!peter x fem!reader

cross-posted to ao3

Rating: Everyone

Word Count: 1.1k

CW/TW: blood and violence, nothing super graphic; they share a bed but literally nothing happens except sleep

You stood on the corner, watching Peter pummel his fists into the criminal of the day; of the hour if you were being honest with yourself. This felt different than the other times you had seen him as Spiderman, it was angrier. Bitter.

It left an acidic taste on your tongue, a burn that settled in the back of your throat where you didn’t want it. Before you could realize what you were doing, you pulled your hood over your eyes and your scarf over your face and started running towards him.

You pushed through the crowds of people watching the bloody fight play out, through the reporters with their cameras and obnoxiously large microphones, through the final layer of police with their caution tape.

They tried to stop you, to tell you that it was too dangerous to get any closer. You shoved past them anyways, confident that they could only see the glint of your eyes anyways.

The city was lit up, even though it was the middle of the night. You ducked underneath the caution tape and entered the ring.

Peter was still punching the criminal, or strange bad guy or whoever it was this time around. The other man wasn’t moving, except for the twitch of his hands when Peter would hit him again.

“Spiderman.” You said it quietly, and watched Peter’s entire body freeze at your voice. He turned slowly, blood splattered across the eyes of his suit. “He’s not going anywhere. You stopped him.” You took a few steps closer, very aware of all the eyes on the two of you at this moment. You had the sudden thought that you were going to have to get rid of this coat. Peter stood up and kept his eyes on you.

“All yours, boys!” He yelled to the police officers making a slow approach; clearly following in your footsteps and staying in your shadow. Peter took another step closer to you and you could hear how heavy he was breathing.

“Take us home.” You whispered to him and he quickly webbed a nearby building and swung the two of you away.

You landed lightly on the fire escape of his apartment, his arm tight around you and unwilling to let go. You grabbed his hand and squeezed it three times, while turning and opening the window to reveal Peter’s bedroom.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.” You spoke quietly, not wanting to spook him. You ducked through the window, pulling him behind you. You dropped his hand to push your hood back and take your coat off. You turned to face him as you pulled your scarf away from your face. He stood frozen in front of the window, doing nothing to remove his suit. You stepped into his space, and reached up.

You slid your fingers underneath the seal of his mask to his suit, finally getting it to release. Peter offered no resistance, letting you lift his mask. It came away from his head, resting in your hands. You dropped it on the ground and immediately held each side of his face.

“Hey.” You said, pulling his face towards you and resting your forehead against his. “There you are.” Your final words seemed to have the desired effect, with Peter slumping into you. His arms wrapped around you tightly and he let out what seemed like his first deep breath in a long time. You wrapped your arms around his neck, letting him bury his face in the crook of your neck. The two of you stood there for a while; you both lost track of time.

“I probably should get out of this.” Peter whispered into your neck, the first words he had said since the two of you had made it back to his apartment. You nodded once and pulled back slightly.

“I’m gonna go get the first aid kit. You get changed.” You stepped away, Peter’s arms slow to release you. You grabbed the first aid kit and a clean rag from the bathroom, taking a few extra seconds to grab one of your scrunchies and pull your hair out of your face.

You entered his bedroom to find Peter sitting on his window seat, wearing a pair of sweatpants and nothing else. You grabbed his desk chair as you walked past it and pulled it with you. You sat down in front of him and started to clean him up. You put some pain reliever on his bruises, and wrapped his hands up with gauze. His knuckles were badly bruised, and his palms had been scraped up.

All of this happened silently, a quiet routine that both of you were used to.

“I’m sor-” Peter tried to say something but you interrupted him.

“Don’t apologize.” You said, looking up from his hands. You met his eyes, and saw the fear in them. “I know that you think you need to, but you don’t.” You finished with his hands and they held the sides of your face, his thumb rubbing across your cheekbone while his pinky wrapped all the way around to the back of your neck. “I love you.” You whispered and he rested his forehead on yours. “One bad fight is not going to change that.” You rested your own hands on his shoulders. “You do more good than bad, Peter Parker.” He let out a breath at your last sentence.

“I don’t deserve you.” He said, kissing you softly. You pulled away and his mouth chased after you.

“Lying isn’t going to get you anywhere either.” You responded smoothly, packing up the first aid kit. Peter let out a short laugh, a quick breath through his nose. “Let’s go to bed.” You turned back to him. He stood up and swiftly picked you up. He tossed you on the bed, using a web to turn off the light and finally shut the window.

The two of you curled up under the covers. You tucked your head under Peter’s chin and wrapped your arm around his waist. Peter kissed the top of your head and held you in both arms.

“Thank you.” He whispered into the dark after a few minutes.

“What for?” You whispered back into his chest, your free hand reaching up to rest on his cheek.

“For always knowing what to say. For always bringing me back.” He said into the night air, and you pulled your face back.

“You don’t need to thank me for that.” You said, and Peter kissed your forehead.

“I love you.” You smiled and kissed him softly, reaching your head up to reach his mouth. It was short, and you tucked yourself back into his chest.

“I love you, Peter Parker.”

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Just One Kiss: Part 6

Part 6: Girls Like You

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warning: Smutty thoughts, sadness, mention of war, scars

Word Count: about 5 500 words

Summary: You have been suspended from work and do not know what to do with yourself. Then in just a matter of hours, you find yourself on a plane to Montana to stay with people you have never met before. And as if that is not enough one of the men you are supposed to get to know is handsome enough to make your knees shake.

A/N: I do not know anything about the professions that are detailed in this story. I have googled most things I did not know and therefore there can be some inconsistency.

English is not my first language, so there will be mistakes.

And a big thank you to the amazing @dreamcatchernightsky not only for being giving great support and helping me stay motivated but also for the amazing dividers for this story!! You are the best!

I also want to give a big thanks to @banditthewriter @kaunis-sielu and @maw000 for their support!

And lastly a big thank you to the incredible Cat for being my beta reader!

The next morning you laid in bed considering just sleeping in, but you were there to help, so you got up and got ready. In the kitchen you started the coffee first; today you really needed it to feel awake. You had fallen asleep fast the night before, but in the middle of the night you had woken up, and then it was impossible to fall back asleep. Instead, you had tossed and turned a couple of hours before you finally fell asleep at four in the morning. There had been a lot of thoughts about Steve. The aroma of coffee soon filled the room and you started taking everything out to make breakfast. You had learned that both Steve and Peter wanted their bacon extra crispy and that they ate a lot more than you thought they would, but then again they both worked long and hard hours, especially Steve. It was a bit different than the men that you had cooked breakfast for back home that mostly sat in an office all day. You were pretty sure that neither Steve, Peter, or any of the workers on the ranch needed a gym to keep fit. When you had been up and close to Steve so you knew that he was like a solid body with muscles. Your heart rate started to go up, and you made yourself focus on making breakfast instead of thinking of Steve’s hard sculpted body. You heard the door open and from the sound of the steps coming toward the kitchen, you were sure it would be Steve. “Good morning,” you smiled at Steve. “Good morning, Y/N,” he, in his hands he had your camera bad that you had forgotten the day before in the stable. “I brought this with me.” He placed the bag on one of the kitchen chairs and walked over to the coffee maker. “Thank you. I forgot it after yesterday,” you blushed. “It’s understandable,” Steve nudge you slightly with his side as he leaned against the counter beside the stove. “Ripping your pants has that effect.” You blushed some more and avoided making eye contact with him. He nudges you again. “Breakfast is almost ready.” It was all you could come up with to say. “Thank you,” Steve said and placed a hand on your shoulder. He gave it a small squeeze before he started setting the table. Heat started to rising in your body and butterflies fluttered in your stomach. You ignored it and concentrated on the breakfast.

When breakfast was finished and Peter came in from his morning choirs you all sat down to eat together. It was nice, until Peter made it awkward. “So how was dinner last night?” Peter poured some juice in a glass. You looked down at the table, not really knowing what to say. Steve swallowed hard. Peter looked from Steve to you and back again. “It did not happen.” Steve took a sip of his coffee and looked down at the table. “What?!” Peter was just about to take a bite of food and now had the fork halfway to his mouth. “I got held up in the office with the bookkeeping and forgot the time,” Steve admitted. “Which I again want to apologize for.” The last part was addressed to you. It made you look at him and in his eyes, you saw that he was telling the truth, just like yesterday. “It’s not a big deal.” You tucked some hair behind your ear and continued to eat, not looking at either Peter or Steve. “But you got dressed up,” Peter almost whined. Steve turned to you again, but you ignored him. “As I usually do if I am going out to dinner.” You made a dismissive wave with your hand. Peter was glaring at Steve who continued to eat. There was tension in the air that was making you fidget in your seat. “When are we going into town today?” you asked, trying to change the subject. “I need to do some of my chores first.” Peter looked at Steve who nodded. “So it will be somewhere between two to three hours.” You nodded at that while continuing to eat your breakfast. Maybe you could help Wanda with something in the stable while you wait for Peter. “We can take a ride before Peter and you go,” Steve offered. You looked over at him. “Are you sure you have the time?” you wondered and Steve nodded. Peter huffed out a breath and glared at his brother. You tried to ignore whatever was going on between them, not wanting to start a fight. Peter was clearly not happy with Steve, but you wanted to cut him some slack. Were you disappointed yesterday? Yes, but then you tried to see it from Steve’s side, and knowing that he ran not only the cattle business but also the horse breeding along with raising a teenager, you imagined he had a lot on his plate. Then add the cattle drive to that workload and you a guest to the mix. You understood that things would slip through the cracks and that he would forget unimportant things. That thought gave you a dull ache in your chest but you pushed it away.

When you finished your breakfast, and you had put away the dishes, you looked over at Steve and Peter, who seemed to have a staring contest going on. “I just have to fix one thing before we go on a ride,” you said to Steve and left the room. Away from the tension, almost running up the steps.

When Y/N left the kitchen, Peter stood up to put his plate and mug in the dishwasher. Steve did not know what to say to Peter. It was obvious that his little brother was disappointed in him. He took the last sip of coffee from his mug and walked to the dishwasher. Peter was standing there just looking at him. Steve was waiting on whatever Peter wanted to say. “You messed up.” Peter had his arms crossed. “I know, I know,” Steve said and put the dishes in the dishwasher. “I don’t think you do.” Peter huffed out. “Y/N was nicely dressed and seemed to look forward to getting to know you. And you left her here waiting for you, with not a word.” “How did you know?” Steve wondered. “Because that is what you do,” Peter glared. “You get so caught up in things and forget the time. That is not nice to do.” Steve sighed and rubbed his face with his hands. “And from what I heard from Nat about Y/N…” Peter stopped himself and Steve looked at him. “What have you heard from Nat?” Steve urged Peter to continue. “Not any of your business,” Peter uncrossed his arms and looked over his shoulder. “But just know I will be telling Nat all about this.” Steve groaned and took a step closer to Peter. Then they both heard Y/N walking down the stairs.

You walked into the kitchen and felt the tension. Peter and Steve were staring at each other. “Ready to go?” you asked Steve, who just nodded. “See you when I get back, Peter.” Peter just waved and Steve and you walked to the stable. Steve was quiet but kept in step with you.

At the stable Steve walked in and the smell of horses and hay filled your nose. You took a deep breath and somehow you felt yourself relax. Not that you knew that you were tense. “I thought you should ride Autumn today,” Steve said and walked over to a beautiful chestnut-coloured horse. “She is a bit more energetic and wild than Sweet Pea.” “Sounds great.” Then you turned around. “Not that I did not like Sweet Pea.” Steve chuckled and walked over to Shadowfax who was two boxes down. “I gave you Sweet Pea yesterday to evaluate your riding skills." Steve stroked Shadowfax. “Now I know I can trust you to ride all my horses.” The last part made you feel warm. He trusted you with his horses. Somehow that felt a million times better than any bouquet or expensive chocolate you’d received from a man before. Steve showed you what equipment you should use for Autumn and you both got the horses ready. It took you a bit longer than Steve, but he did not get impatient with you. Instead, he simply waited on you. When you were ready, Steve took off in another direction than you had ridden yesterday. You followed after and felt a laugh bubble in your body from the sheer joy of getting to ride once again. The cattle drive sounded more and more fun since you knew that you would be riding a horse every day.

Steve and you stopped on a hill looking over the view. It was beautiful in Montana, more than you thought it would be. Steve turned to you. He opened his mouth and then he closed it. You tilted your head to the side and waited. "Why did Nat persuade you to come here if not to check up on how I am handling Peter?" Steve finally asked. You sighed, you did not really want to talk about it. But you needed to say something. "I think it was an excuse to get me from New York. I needed a vacation and a place to come up with a plan for my future." He furrowed his brows. "Why?" You did not want to answer that. You did not want to talk about it. But you knew one subject that would make him quiet. "Why did you start breeding horses?" Steve went quiet. "See? We both have things we don't want to talk about." You spur on Autumn and continue your ride. You understood Steve being curious, but you were not ready to talk about that yet.

Steve looked after Y/N. The more time he spent with her he got the feeling that something had happened and Peter’s mess was not the only reason that Nat had sent her here. It annoyed him that he did not know what had happened, but she was right. He did not talk about some things either, so he had no right to ask her about what she wanted to keep to herself. He spurred on Shadowfax and followed her.

“I am sorry,” Steve said when he came up side by side with her again. “I just want to get to know you.”

“It’s okay,” Y/N sighed. “I just have not really come to terms with what happened in New York yet and I am not ready to talk about it.” Steve nodded, but something nagged inside his head. He wanted to know what had happened. Had she been in a bad breakup? Had someone hurt her? Or had someone died? Maybe he should ask Nat? Then he started thinking of how that conversation would go and decided against it. Nat would wonder why he was asking about her best friend and Steve would not know what to answer. That he was curious? That he felt as if she was hiding something? Or that he had started to develop feelings for her and wanted to know if she had a bad breakup recently? “I understand,” Steve said when he realised he had been quiet for some time. “I just hope you know that you can talk to me.” She looked at him and gave him a small smile. “Thanks, Steve. I might take you up on that offer.” “I hope you do,” Steve said under his breath, and it was honest. It surprised him. He was not someone who usually gave that kind of offer to someone he did not know. He looked over at Y/N and saw her looking relaxed. He wondered if he should say something more, but he could not come up with anything to talk about so instead the two of them continued in silence.

When you arrived back at the stables, Peter and Wanda came out to meet you. “I can take care of Autumn,” Wanda offered as you dismount Autumn. “Are you sure?” you asked and Wanda nodded. “It’s my job.” She smiled at you and you handed her the reins. “Are you ready to go?” Peter practically beamed at you. It seemed as if he was excited to go into town. “Thank you for the ride.” You turned to Steve and smiled until you heard how it sounded. You looked down at the ground when you felt your face heat up. “Peter, I just need a quick shower then I will be ready to go into town.” “I will wait outside for you,” Peter nodded and walked with Wanda into the stable.

Steve followed you towards the house, but you were not talking. When you were moving towards the porch stairs he cleared his throat. “Y/N,” he said and you turned around. “Would you like to have that dinner with me tonight instead?” You tilted your head slightly. Yesterday you had said no, but now, you were not sure. If you were honest with yourself you wanted to go. “Steve, I told you that you don’t have to.” You tried to stand still and meet his eyes. “I know you have a lot going on.” Steve shifted his weight to the other leg. “I want to,” Steve said sincerely and gave you a small smile. “And I got the time.” You nodded. “Okay, let’s have dinner.” You smiled and it looked as if Steve relaxed. “I hope you can tell me a lot of embarrassing stories about Nat.” Steve laughed. “I think I can do that,” he answered and looked at you. “Does seven o’clock work for you?” “Yes, that works for me.” “See you then, if I don’t see you before,” Steve smiled and tipped his hat to you. It made something flutter in your stomach and made you want to giggle like a teenager. “See you then,” you agreed and turned around to walk up to the porch. Part of you wanted to turn around and watch him walk away, but you figured it was best not to.

Peter handed you the keys to Steve’s truck when you came back out. He looked a bit sad that he was not allowed to drive, but you did not want to go against Steve. It was his truck and he trusted you with it. It was strange to drive such a big car, but thankfully it was an automatic so you could concentrate on just driving. You had handed Peter the list before you started driving and he was currently looking it over. “Steve said this morning that Stark would lead us two saddles,” Peter said after a few minutes in the car. You could hear how relieved he was. “That’s good,” you smiled. “Yes,” Peter agreed. “We have stores we need to visit. Is there anything else you want to do when we are in town?” “Yes, I could use a pair of jeans and maybe some of my own flannels.” You looked over at Peter. “I know exactly where to go,” Peter smiled. “I was also thinking of buying some food for tomorrow,” you continued. “I want to cook dinner for you tomorrow.” “Why not today?” Peter wondered and you realised that Steve had not told Peter the two of you were going out to dinner tonight. “Your brother asked me to go to dinner with him tonight,” you admitted and looked out the window again. You could feel Peter’s eyes on you but you ignored it. “You don’t say” Peter smirked. You just nodded. “That is good. I think the two of you should get to know each other. Like do you know that all of the ranchhands we have are ex US armed Forces?” “No, I did not know that,” you admitted and felt something warm in your chest. It explained Billy's scaring and also why so many of the workers seemed to avoid her. “The first one Steve hired was Bucky, when he came back from overseas,” Peter said as if it was nothing. “He has been Steve’s best friend since they were babies and when Steve went to university Bucky went into the army instead.” “Ah,” you said, not knowing what to say. But Peter just continued. “He has some PTSD, but Steve helped him with it. And then when more of the ranchhands wanted to retire Steve figured why not hire more men that no longer were soldiers.” “Is Wanda from the army as well?” you wondered. “No, she is not, but her twin brother Pietro is,” Peter said. “We kind of got them both as a package deal. Since when Pietro got back Wanda wanted to be close to him again and he needed her. So Steve hired them both.” “That is really great of Steve,” you said, trying to not show any emotions. “Steve does not think so,” Peter continued. “He says he is just doing his part since he did not help defend our country. I think he might have if it were not for me.” Peter admitted and adjusted his position in the seat. “Don’t say that, Peter,” you said and looked over at him. “He loves you.” “I know,” Peter gave you a small smile. “But I also know he wanted to join up after university and then retire back at the ranch, but… Well... things happened.” “Peter, sometimes life takes unexpected paths but that does not mean that you are less happy than if everything had gone according to your plans,” you said. “But if you are worried about Steve and how things changed, maybe you should talk to him.” Peter nodded and you decided to change the subject before you said something to embarrass yourself or make Peter sad. “So where are we going first?” you asked since it was the only thing you could come up with. “The horse equipment store,” Peter smiled and soon you drove into town. Peter told you where to go so you followed his directions. A lot of people waved at Peter and you, and he always waved back. He told you who it was that he was waving at, but you could not remember them all. Peter directed you into a parking lot and you found a spot to park. Before you had shut down the engine and unfastened your belt Peter was holding the door open for you and helping you out. “Thank you,” you smiled at Peter. Together the two of you walked into the store and your senses were quickly overtaken by the smell of leather. It was a pleasant smell that took you back to the tack room at your old riding school. You took a deep breath and felt yourself smile. It made you feel

safe. You promised yourself that when you were back in New York you were going to find somewhere to continue riding.

Peter proved to be an efficient shopper. Within fifteen minutes you were finished at the tack store, and at least five of those minutes were wasted by you looking at all the fantastic saddles that were in the store. Peter told you that there was an old saddlemaker in town who made some of the saddles that the store sold. If you had a horse you would have bought one of the saddles without a doubt. It was beautiful craftsmanship and the details were amazing. In the outdoors store it took a bit longer to get all the things you needed from the list. Not only were there a lot of options, but with the help from Peter, you bought a pair of gloves, a fold-up rain poncho as well as a first aid kit. Peter insisted that they had first aid kits that were great, but you wanted one for yourself. Then it was time to get you some new clothes. Peter said there were two stores to choose from, but he liked one more than the other. You told him to take you to the one he liked the most. Stepping into the store you directly understood why he liked this store more. There was a cute young woman folding t-shirts at the men’s department and Peter smiled when he saw her. “I see why you like this store more,” you said and gave Peter a small nudge with your shoulder. He blushes. “Is it someone you know?” “Yeah, that is my friend MJ,” Peter said, looking over at her. MJ had still not seen him. “Why don’t you go over there and say hello,” you suggested. “And I walk around looking at the women’s department for what I need.” Peter nodded and walked over to MJ. You saw the smile on her face when she started talking to Peter. Since you didn’t want to be creepy you walked over to the women’s department and were fascinated by the number of different colour flannels they had. They also had a big stock of jeans, cute summer dresses and so much more. You knew you could easily buy a lot of clothes here that you would love. But what the hell. It was not like you bought new clothes a lot, and you wanted to be prepared for whatever you would be doing in the next coming weeks. You went from rack to rack and picked up what you thought looked good. Soon you had your arms full. You looked around the store and saw that Peter and MJ were still talking, but now Peter was helping her fold t-shirts. It made you smile. After looking around some more you found the dressing rooms. They were roomier than you were used to and you liked it. The lighting was more flattering as well. This store just kept getting better and better. You tried on a couple of dresses first and you loved them all. The fabric was soft and the sizing was easy. You narrow it down to five dresses and then decide to treat yourself. It was the beginning of summer and you needed new dresses. Then you tried on a couple of flannels and just like the dresses you ended up selecting more than you probably needed, but Nat did not have that many at the ranch as she had thought and you would need a couple on the cattle drive so you ended up selecting ten in different colours and patterns. Walking out of the dressing room you decided to look at jeans, but there were a lot of different kinds and styles and you got a bit lost. “Do you need some help?” Peter wondered. He had come over to you without you noticing. “Yes,” you admitted. You usually did not like getting help in clothing stores, since the clerks could be really insensitive. But you hoped this would be different. Peter smiled and waved at MJ, who came over. “Hi, I am MJ,” she said and held out her hand. You looked down at all the clothes in your hand. “Let me take care of those for now,” Peter took them from you and you shook MJs hand. “Hi, nice to meet you. I am Y/N,” you said. “I know,” MJ smiled. “So you need some help?” “Yes, I need two to three pairs of jeans,” you swallowed and looked over at the store’s big selection. MJ laughed and walked over to a stack of jeans. “I heard that you are saving Peter's ass,” MJ said with a laugh in her voice. “Well, not really,” you tried, but MJ put up her hand. “He messed up and you are here helping out,” MJ

summarized and took up a pair of jeans. “Well, yeah.” You glanced at Peter who was blushing again. “That’s really nice of you,” MJ said and then thankfully changed the subject. “I take it you need jeans for riding in.” “Yes, one of the pairs I had with me, kind of ripped,” you admitted, blushing at the memory of Steve seeing your underwear. “Jeans can do that,” MJ said as if it was something that happened every day. “Is it okay if I pick out my favorite jeans and you try them on?” “That sounds great,” you smiled and watched MJ pick out five different pairs of jeans and then the two of you go together to the dressing rooms. All of the pairs were amazing and you ended up buying them all. When MJ rang up your purchase you almost winced, but you told yourself that you were treating yourself and you had not bought any clothes in over a year. Before you left the store you got an idea. “MJ, are you doing anything special tomorrow night,” you asked. MJ just shook her head. “Want to come over to dinner?” you asked and could feel Peter’s eyes on you. “Yes, that would be really nice,” MJ said and then looked over at Peter. “If that is okay with Peter.” “Yes, of course,” Peter got out quickly, then smiled and looked at MJ. “Seven o’clock tomorrow?” you asked and MJ nodded. You said goodbye and went to the truck. Peter was carrying your bags for you. When you were in the car you turned to Peter. “I am sorry if I overstepped,” you said, realising that you should have asked him first. “It’s okay,” Peter said and sighed. “It’s just I am not sure what Steve will say about us inviting MJ to dinner.” “Why would he say anything?” you wondered. “She is your friend.” Peter scratched his neck. “I see,” you smiled. “You want her to be more than that.” Peter looked down at his lap and nodded. “Leave Steve to me.” You gave Peter a small nudge and started the car. “Now, where is the grocery store?” Peter directed you to the store and you walked in to do the shopping you needed for dinner the next night. Peter said that you did not need to buy any meat, since the freezer was full. Instead, you bought everything else you might need, as well as supplies to bake some bread if you got the time. You drove out of town and were happy with the time you spent with Peter.

Later that evening you were standing in your room looking at your clothes trying to decide what to wear. One option was the clothes you had on last time, but you also had your new dresses. It was an easy choice. You put on one of the dresses and then a cardigan if it was cold. You looked at the mirror and decided to leave your hair loose and put on some make-up and a spray of perfume. You know that there is a possibility that Steve would not show up once again, but you really wanted to give him the benefit of doubt. However it did get you a bit nervous, what would it say if Steve forgot about you again? You took a couple of deep breaths before you left your room. You had five minutes to spare but decided not to sit in your room waiting. When you walked into the living room, you found Steve standing by the window looking out. He had on clean jeans, a dark blue shirt and in his hands, he had a white stetson hat. His hair was still a bit moist from his shower and he looked really good. Handsome and straight out of a western book. You swallowed and cleared your throat. Peter and Steve both turned to you. “Hi,” you said, a bit nervous. “You look…” Steve cleared his throat. “Nice.” “Nice?” Peter groaned. “She looks beautiful. Amazing. Breathtaking.” “Yeah, that too,” Steve looked down at the floor and then up at you. Something in his eyes made you blush, more than Peter’s words.

Steve almost swallowed his tongue when he turned around and saw Y/N standing at the door opening to the room. She was wearing a flowy white and red summer dress that showed off her legs. Her hair was loose and her smile was big. There was something about her that just affected him. He wanted to smile, hell he wanted to do more than just smile. He knew from the moment he met her that girls like her were one in a billion. And so far nothing she had said or done had changed that. Steve noticed that both Peter and Y/N were looking at him. It felt awkward so he cleared his throat and looked at Y/N. “Are you ready to go?” Steve asked and Y/N nodded and turned to leave the room. Peter gave Steve two thumbs up and it made Steve smile. Then he hurried on his steps so he could open the door for Y/N, and when they came to his truck he opened that door for her as well. “Both you and Peter are such gentlemen,” Y/N commented when Steve sat down in the front seat and it made Steve smile more. “Our father was very clear about us having manners from when we were young, and I have been keeping that in mind with Peter,” Steve said. “You are doing a great job with him,” Y/N smiled and placed a hand on Steve’s arm. “I question every decision I make,” Steve admitted. “I think that is part of raising a teenager,” she raised her shoulder a bit. It made Steve feel better somehow. He could not explain it.

You could see Steve relaxing after you said it. It was as some tension left his shoulders. “Yeah, you are probably right,” Steve looked at you and smiled. It warmed you from the inside and you just wanted to continue making him smile like that. You continued the drive in silence, but it was a comfortable silence. Steve drove into town and parked in front of an old brick house. Since you knew he would come and open the door, you waited in your seat. It was nice to be treated like that, it was not something you were used to. Steve placed a hand on the small of your back and guided you towards the opening of the restaurant. It was called Pepper and looked very inviting from the outside. Steve opened the door and when you stepped in you stopped and stared. It was a big open space with dark wooden beams in the ceiling. And from some of those wooden beams hung old wagon wheels with lamps on, almost like chandeliers. The floor was old stone. The tables had white tablecloths and the chairs were in dark wood and looked very comfortable. There was candlelight everywhere in the room and at the far end of the room was a big fireplace in stone. And on the other side of the entrance were big glass windows that faced out the backside of the house where it was an outdoor setting and strings with lights in two big trees and around the seating area. “Wow,” you said. It was the only thing that came to mind. The woman with strawberry blond hair that stood by the side let out a laugh and you could hear Steve chuckle softly behind you. “Hello, and welcome,” the woman smiled at you. “Hi,” you said trying to not gawk anymore at the restaurant. “This is a beautiful place.” “Oh hi, Steve,” the woman said and turned to Steve. “I saw that you had a reservation. It was a while ago.” She winked at the last part. “Hi, Pepper,” Steve said and shifted slightly. “Let me show you to your table,” Pepper smiled at you. “You are the owner,” you said as you followed Pepper to the table. “Yes, I am. And an old friend of Steve’s.” “That is nice,” you said, trying to figure out if she meant friend or something more. “It is, isn’t it,” Pepper said and stopped at a table. Steve pulled out your chair and you thanked him and sat down. “A waiter is going to come by in a little while,” Pepper smiled. “Enjoy your dinner.” With that last part, she winked at Steve and walked away. You looked after her and when she arrived at the hostess station she pulled out a phone. Steve sat down opposite you and looked over his shoulder. He sighed. “I apologise for her,” Steve said and you just waved it away. You took off your cardigan and put it over the back of the chair. “It’s fine, we all have old friends,” you said with the emphasis on an old friend. “She is not an ex,” Steve groaned. “She is married to one of my oldest friends.” “Ah, I see,” you smiled, and then you saw an older woman coming towards the two of you. Steve followed your gaze and it sounded like he muttered “It just keeps getting better and better.” under his breath. “My, my,” the woman said. “What do I see here? Steve Rogers on a date.”

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Intruder Alert

Request from @perksofbeingatrex: Hey I wasn’t sure if this was the right place to request? And if it is maybe y/n is a streamer and has an intruder or something idk I like reading angsty/fluffy stuff

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Hi Hi!

Thank you so much for sending in your request! I’ll work on figuring out a system for requests, but in the meantime if you’d like to send anything in via dm like she had, I have no issues with it! I’ll respond as soon as I see it just for some clarification and to let you know that I have indeed seen your request with no problems. :)

Anyways, @perksofbeingatrex I hope you enjoy this! I really enjoyed writing it and funnily enough almost started it in a completely different way (saved that beginning for a future writing).

I will admit my usage of the word “you” feels very repetitive so if anyone out there has any suggestions about helping that for future writings that would be greatly appreciated!

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Intruder Alert

Pairing: Corpse Husband x Reader (y/n)

Warning: Angst / Fluff

Specific Warning: CREEPY AF, intrusion, stalking?

Summary: During a stream of Among Us, y/n receives some creepy messages in chat which quickly escalate.

Word Count: 1,438

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After being a streamer for a few years, you had become used to some of the peculiar and out there things that people have said in your chat. However, today, a day no where near Halloween or any other related event, you were most definitely not expecting to be receiving some of the absurd and rather creepy messages that you were receiving.

“You still live in (town name), right?”

“Is that a lawnmower I hear? I must be getting closer.”

“I can’t wait to see you in person…”

There were more of these messages and every time a user sending these would get banned, it almost seemed like double that amount would pop up. For awhile you were truly creeped out and then you went through the moments where you thought chat was just trolling you, however one message in particular really got you on edge:

“Blue house, number 332, right? Looks like no one else is home.”

That comment alone made a shiver run down your spine. You weren’t certain if they got the town correct or even the state you were living in, but this was too much of a coincidence to ignore as those specific details matched your home exactly.

Your roommates were out of town visiting family and friends and you had opted to stay at the house to hold down the fort and you had thought that it would be a pleasant experience to have the place to yourself for once.

Not knowing how to respond to that message you completely halt what you were doing both in real life and the game that you were currently playing which happened to be Proximity Among Us with Corpse, Rae, Sykkuno, Toast, Poki, Ludwig, Leslie, Peter, and Karl.

You were imposter that round meaning you were allowed to look at your chat and you had simply been keeping an eye on it due to the strangeness of today’s chat. You didn’t comment on anything that had been said and were actively engaging in a conversation with Corpse as you were following him around the map when that particular message rolled in.

“You could totally kill me right here, y/n, and no one would know. I wouldn’t blame you.”

Laughing, you had responded with, “Corpse, I am not imposter and I certainly don’t-” your words slowly begin to fall flat when you read that message and you stop moving your character as you turn away from your screen to peer at the other monitor to ensure you read that right.

Corpse noticed the change in behavior quite quickly. How could he not when you had been happily laughing beside him and then you suddenly weren’t, “y/n? Is everything alright?”

You had no idea how to respond as you quickly got up to lock the door of the room that you are in, bumping into a light stand while in a hurry, knocking it over. Your mic being unmuted caught this sound and alerted Corpse that something definitely wasn’t right. With your lack of response to his previous questions to you, he decided to attempt to call your cell phone which happened to be sitting on your desk.

As you finished up repositioning the light stand that you had knocked over, your phone began to ring. You answer immediately and mute your mic both in game and for the stream before going over to the only window in the room and closing the curtains quickly, “Corpse? Wh-what’s up?”

“Is everything alright?”

“I don’t know. I don’t know if I should still be streaming or calling the police… Oh my… I should be calling the police,” you trail off as you mentally make note of anything and everything you have ever heard about being in a situation where there may be an intruder, you just never thought that it could ever happen to you, much less on stream where your thousands upon thousands of viewers could see.

“What’s going on right now?” You were freaking Corpse out, you could hear it in his tone as he asked the question in which you weren’t quite sure of the answer, and with how heightened your senses seemed to be out of the mixture of pure adrenaline and fear, you knew you couldn’t have both of your anxieties going rampant at the moment.

“I-I… I’m not quite sure… I think someone may be outside of my house. The roomies are out of town and I’ve been getting these messages in chat and I thought that maybe they were just trolling but this one… This one…”

You’re cut off by a loud noise sounding from somewhere within the house and you quickly cover your mouth in hopes to make yourself quieter. You move to the far corner of your office with your phone in one hand and grabbing the light stand as you pass it. It wasn’t the best option for defense if necessary, but it was light enough for you to carry and could put some distance between yourself and whoever was to enter the room.

On the other side of the phone line, Corpse had quickly ended his stream and used his home phone to call the police, giving them your address before grabbing his mask and car keys. “y/n, stay on the call with me. I’m on my way over. I’ll be there soon, okay honey?”

“O-okay…” you speak as quietly as you could and thankfully Corpse had been able to hear the short response as he starts his car and turns his phone on speaker phone before setting it in one of the vehicle’s cup holders.

Thankfully you lived in a small town about a half hour away from San Diego and traffic wasn’t as bad as it could be as he was able to arrive at your house just within that 30 minute time range. When he arrived the police had already arrived and you were standing outside with them discussing what had happened.

Those 30 minutes waiting for Corpse’s arrival had been terrifying. You refused to turn off your stream in case it were to capture something, but you worried about ruining the game experience for your friends. These conflicting thoughts ran around your mind, yet you were frozen in the corner of your room as you heard more noises throughout your home and over time they slowly got closer and closer to your locked door. They were right outside of your door when the police arrived and entered the building. Thankfully, the person outside your door hadn’t planned on this and was handcuffed to be taken in for questioning. Even so, you were still shaky and anxious about the whole experience. On your way out of your house to chat with the police, you gave your camera a brief wave before leaving the game and the stream - you would have to apologize to your friends later for leaving without an explanation but for now, it was too fresh to discuss online.

You answered all the questions brought your way to the best of your ability and although you knew you were safe now, you were still uneasy and knew that only one person could make it all better… And then he arrived. Once you had caught his eye, tears began to fill your eyes. Throughout this whole experience, you had managed to keep the tears at bay, but once you saw him, your rock, your person, arrive they just seemed to want to be let free. You quickly excuse yourself from the questioning and rush over to Corpse.

As though he could read your mind, he opens up his arms to embrace you once you were within his reach. Your hands lace under his arms as you gently clutch at the back of his hoodie while holding him while his arms wrap around your figure and his head leans to rest against yours.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t get here sooner,” He mutters softly before pecking the side of your head.

“No no no… You got here at the perfect time… The police got him and they were finishing up some questions and now they’re leaving and…” You pull away slightly to look at him mid-rant, “Can you just… Can you stay here with me? Like just for the night or whenever…”

He smiles softly before leaving a kiss on your forehead and gently nuzzling the side of your head, “I don’t plan on going anywhere right now princess.”

A small smile appears on your face at his words, “Really? Can you stay until my roomies get back home?”

“Of course I will.”

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