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denim-devil · 1 year

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Andrew x reader where Andrew dresses up in tasm suit for a Halloween party and reader blows him in the bathroom because he looks so fine in the suit yup

Party Animal | P.P

A/N - I changed it up! This is going to be based on Peter instead, hope you still enjoy (it’s more of a Pete shows up in his suit before realising so you drag him away and one thing leads to another-)

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You usher you’re boyfriend up the stairs away from the crowd currently bouncing to the beat, you weren’t expecting him due to his…well, job, but you did encourage him enough for him to show up, even last minute.

You didn’t really expect to see the taller male dressed in his red spandex, although it did send a thrill through your body, one that you kept to yourself, although Peter had the biggest smirk plastered across his face, like a kid who had been caught in the act, almost.

“Peter- what the hell!”

You whisper harshly before lightly shoving him into the bathroom, which thankfully was free, you were scared to think otherwise.

You watch his brows furrow in confusion, surely you were happy to see him right? Or maybe it was because he was running late…fuck what did he do now?

“Peter…why did you come in…that”

You watch the brunette turn to face the mirror, only realising now why you were so hasty before. Fuck how could he be so stupid, what if someone caught even a glimpse, although it to sent a thrill down his spine, only you knew, and that was good enough for him.

“I- oh my god, I’m so so sorry- uh-“

He glares down at you, his lips creating an “o” shape, one that suggested how surprised he was in himself, how careless he was becoming, you guessed it had been a tricky one so you had to let him off.

You take a big breath before exhaling, smiling up at him.

“Don’t be sorry- I’m sure you were busy, saving the world an all”

He chuckles before bringing a spandex-clad hand to cup you’re chin, pointing it up enough for him to bend down slightly allowing him to push his lips on top of your own.

You immediately forgot where you were, more interesting in the way Peter so carelessly pushed you up against the locked door, deepening the kiss, his tongue, wet and warm invading you’re mouth like it belonged there.

Your small moan was enough indication for Peter to pull away with that smug little smirk, you notice the light dusting of pink on his cheeks, and the slightly growing shadow between his legs, clearly it had been a stressful day, but it wasn’t anything you couldn’t solve.

“I miss you- I miss this…I hate patrolling on a night”

He mutters against your cheek before making his way over to your neck, his lips latching onto them, teeth suckling on the soft skin. You’re hands bury themselves in his thick, brown hair, tugging on it once it got to much.

“Pete…please-“

He stopped, now travelling further until he breathed against your ear, a shiver rolling down your spine once his hands turn your body, you’re front now resting against the cool wood of the bathroom door.

“Tell me what you need, I wanna make you feel good…”

You sigh before tucking yourself away into your arms, mumbling inaudible words. Peter huffed, smiling sweetly before twisting you’re head gently to face him. Fuck you were a mess already.

“Come on, tell me, I wanna know- sweetheart?”

You lock eyes, staring at him with the slight twinkle of obedience, it was enough to let Peter know you were prepared to do almost anything for him, as he was you, fuck he was desperate enough.

“I- I want you to…uh…to-“

Peter knew exactly what you wanted but he needed to hear it, he craved to hear it, he needed that clarification.

“You can do better then that baby- I know it”

You nod before recollecting yourself, pushing yourself back onto the growing mound forming in his suit. He groans, half chuckling, half moan, it’s like he tried to refrain from just pinning you to the door and taking charge.

“I want you, I want your cock…I want it so bad Pete oh my god…”

He nods, his clothed fingers already making work of you’re belt. You nod which only gives him the heads up that you wanted him to take charge, to seize whatever this was right now.

He watched you lean back against his front, your little shorts leaving little to imagination, he loved that, how easy it was to get you like this, it was cute and it had him weak in the knees.

Once you’re belt was undone, he pushed the soft fabric of your shorts down, allowing them to pool around your ankles.

You felt naked, vulnerable yet so fucking safe in his hands.

“Commando…?”

Peter trailed of, his eyes widening at the sight, fuck, there it was. His hands desperately pawed at the globes of soft muscle, pushing them apart.

You nod before turning to him once again.

“I- I just thought…”

He pecked you on the cheek before turning his attention back to you’re ass.

“You look…amazing”

Peter’s hands managed to spread you’re cheeks just enough for his face to slot perfectly between them, dipping to his knees, he hovered for just a second, taking it all in.

“Baby…I- this is…you look so hot-“

His tongue eagerly laps over your flexing hole, the thin coating of saliva already felt cooling on the skin.

Another lap, this time it was gentle and slow as if he was savouring the taste, you’re sweetness.

Even with the blaring music, it couldn’t take away the attention you had on Peter, every wiggle and flick of his tongue, every sweet moan that managed to escape his occupied lips.

One of you’re hands managed to find his hair, burying itself deep, deep enough to hold him there, not that he minded, fuck he could spend all day there, breathing you in, eating every last ounce of you out until you couldn’t stand anymore.

Pulling away slightly, his nose bumped into the outskirts of your pucker, the breaths he released tickling you. It all felt way too close and that, that drove you insane, he was hungry, so fucking hungry.

“You…you taste so- so good, I love you”

He ushered out before continuing his attack, his tongue now leaving long, wide laps beginning from the top of your ass all the way up to you’re taint.

Before he could continue, you manage to pull him away just enough to break whatever spell you had managed to put on him.

“Pete-“

You breathed before dropping to your knees in haste, you’re eyes now level with his crotch. It all happened rather quickly but coincidentally followed the beat of the music.

“I’m aching…for you”

He whispers softly, watching carefully as your fingers trail over the growing mound at the front of his suit. You resume with your movements, smiling gently, reassuring almost allowing Peter to sink into your touch.

The suit was hardly an obstacle, your fingers managing to separate the flaps of his suit keeping you from him.

Peter’s lips turn up into a small smile. With a course thump, you watch his cock flop back up into his abdomen, the tip leaking with a clear substance, it was red and angry, bulbous as if he was waiting for you to envelope him.

Your eyes are drawn to the thick, throbbing vein that ran from base to tip. You watch the older male bite at his bottom lip once you raise slightly from your knees, lips hovering over his tip.

A gentle “fuck” slipping from his lips only encourages your libido.

You take the head of his cock lightly into your mouth. You spread your tongue around his shaft creating a slick cavern, one that had Peter rutting further forwards until your nose settled in the neatly trimmed bush at his base.

His head falls back, mouth hanging agape. His spandex-clad hands settled on your scalp, forcing you to keep him. He was usually soft but with all the stress from his patrolling and city escapades, he couldn’t hold himself back, not when you were so willing.

The approving moans from him pushed you further, sucking him like a lollipop, long, drawn out pushes of your throat only encouraging the coil growing in the pit of his stomach to break.

His hands helped figure out a rhythm, one that had your throat contracting around his girth, globs of saliva slipping past your open lips, messing up both your shirt and trousers.

“Always so willing- so pretty baby”

You stop, allowing your throat to engulf him whole, his balls resting against your moist chin. The mess included with your tears has Peter dizzy, almost hazy.

“So close- so so fucking close”

Tears streamed down you’re cheeks, you’re face flushed and eyes wide. You still stared up at him, watching the pleased expression written all over his face.

It took one last thrust for Peter, one. He buried himself deep, like a sword and it’s sheath. You struggled to breath but you revelled in it, in the pain running up across you’re aching jaw, at the saliva cascading over you’re chin, soaking you’re clothes.

The sight in itself, the red cheeks, the tears, the runny nose, the messy hair…all of it had Peter sink incredibly deep, coming with a groan of you’re name, it was slightly incoherent but you accepted it, allowing load after load hit the back of you’re throat.

Peter’s eyes open, his bliss-like state still reminiscent, rolling in the haze of pleasure that you brought, only you.

Patting you’re cheek, he pulls out, allowing his spit-slicked cock to flop, resting against you’re neck. His thumb travels across you’re puffy, abused lips, feeling up his own handy work, it made him proud but also…you’ve never looked prettier.

“Only you…so fucking grateful for you, com’ere”

You slowly picked yourself up from the floor until you were facing his chest. He dipped his head, allowing you’re lips to clash, capturing the moment of glory that just passed, Peter didn’t want this night to end, not yet…

#male reader #x male reader #tasm!peter parker #peter parker #the amazing spider man #spider-man #andrew garfield #tasm #smut #fluff #soft!peter #SOFT TOPS ARE MY EVERYTHING

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underoos-shield · 1 year

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request: Hii, you're the best writer for Peter Parker ever. Could you write something about Peter where notices that the reader constantly wants to stay close to him and hides behind him and clings to his arm because she only feels safe when he is touching her, and maybe she panics when a teacher doesn't want them to hold hands in class?? (plot occurs after NWH)

thank you bb <3. i hope you enjoy!

life had been brutal after peter had been exposed by the media. of course no one remembers it, except for her and peter. and for some reason she feels like she can only trust him, because of the big secret they’re sharing. and it makes her more clingy with peter. he doesn’t mind though. he likes the attention. and technically, she’s the only person who truly knows about his existence.

peter has noticed how she cowers into him as they walk on the busy streets. she whimpers as bodies push past them, scared that they will be separated by the sea of people. he always lets her cling to his arm as tightly as she needs. it comforts both of them. she can’t bear to be more than a few feet away from him. she’s scared that if she lets him out of her sight for even a moment he’ll be gone.

the pair are walking through the busy midtown high hallways, hand in hand as they talk about their next spanish test. as she’s talking peter can’t help but feel a tingle on the back of his neck. he quickly lets go of her hand and moves aside before a group of jocks and cheerleaders come barreling down the hall between them. the football team was pretty good this year, making it all the way to the championship game which was this weekend. they’re excited about the pep rally happening this afternoon, getting the rest of the students in the hallway riled up, too.

y/n’s eyes widen as she realizes they’ve been separated .“peter?” she calls out for him. he’s not at her side or behind her and she’s getting nervous because people are continuing to push and shove their way past her. she calls his name again, louder this time, though she’s drowned out by all the noise. while everyone is busy celebrating, y/n is frantically looking in all directions for peter. she’s balancing on the balls of her feet, craning her neck to try to catch a glimpse of peter’s curls. no luck.

“peter?” she says weakly. her eyes are filled with tears. it’s a few more moments of her desperately trying to search for him over the other students when she feels someone pulling her. she gasps and is about to scream in terror until she feels herself being brought into a strong chest. peter had taken them away from the crowd and into a much more quiet hallway. she sighs, instantly melting into peter’s warm touch.

“it’s okay, i got you”. he sounded just as scared as her. y/n sniffles and peter allows her to softly cry into his chest for a few moments. she felt small, fragile as she hugged him back. when she calms down peter wipes her cheeks with his sleeve and gives her forehead a kiss. he smiles sweetly at her and holds her hand in his. “come. we’re gonna be late” he encourages her softly.

the two held hands for the rest of the day. almost making it through every period without being scolded by anybody. (sure, teachers and students gave them weird looks as they pushed their desks together so they could hold hands more comfortably, but neither of them cared. they were in their own little world.) until chemistry class came along.

truth be told, peter wasn’t paying attention to the lecture. chemistry was one of his best subjects. it wouldn’t hurt him to tune it out, sometimes. which is exactly what he was doing.

y/n and peter’s hands rested on the long, black lab table. peter was rubbing his thumb against the back of hers as the teacher was lecturing. he occasionally left little kisses on the back of her hand and it made her smile. it was a sweet gesture and it was soothing her worries.

until their teacher spoke up.

“i’d appreciate it if you two saved the pda for outside of class”. one by one, everyone turned their heads towards the back of the room to stare at them. peter blushed in embarrassment.

y/n looks over her shoulder at him, frightened.

it was very mild pda, but peter didn’t want to argue with authority. that would end up with him getting detention. obediently, he gives y/n’s hand a squeeze and slowly releases his grip, his own hands falling into his lap. he can feel her hand shaking as he lets go, but he can’t double back. the teacher nods in appreciation and slowly goes over the notes written on the board.

peter can sense her anxiety. her leg is bouncing up and down quickly under the table. she can’t help it. it’s killing him to not be able to soothe her in the best way he knows how. he wanted to take her out of class and just sit with her in his apartment until she felt better. but he couldn’t do that right now. so instead, peter slowly inches his hand closer to her leg and rests his palm over her knee, halting her nervous habit.

“i’m right here”

A/N: thank you for reading. please request a blurb/fic. my inbox is always open!!!

#peter parker #peter parker blurb #peter parker imagine #underoosshield #blurb #request #soft!peter #soft!peter parker #nwh spoilers #spiderman nwh

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happyheidi · 1 year

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supernovasilence · 1 year

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Ok we all talk about the Pevensies' trauma at returning to Earth at the end of The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe and their trouble readjusting to life there again but think of all the funny/good parts too

They return from the country, and their mom is surprised when all her children hug her at the station. Even Peter, who thinks he's all grown up. Even Edmund, who went away surly and withdrawn. She doesn't know her children haven't seen her in over a decade.

They miss their dear Cair Paravel, but they absolutely do not miss its chamber pots. Indoor plumbing is amazing.

It takes a while to remember how modern technology works, though. How many heart attacks did the siblings give their parents or the professor because they walked into a dark room only to turn on the light and find the children sitting there in the dark. (They were by the window! There was still plenty of light from the sunset! They would have gotten a candle in a minute!) The kids sheepishly remember oh yeah electricity is a thing.

(Edmund has a new electric torch in Prince Caspian. He was so excited to get that torch. Almost more excited than you'd think a kid his age would be, and his parents expect Peter at least to tease him, but the siblings all agree light in your hand at the touch of a switch is terrific.)

Suddenly getting really high grades in some subjects and terrible in others. Their grammar, reading comprehension, spelling, vocab, even penmanship? Amazing. History and geography? They don't remember anything. One time in class Susan forgets Earth is round and wants to die.

Also they can never remember what the date is supposed to be because Narnia uses different months and years. They can estimate time really well by looking at the sun though, and Edmund at least can always tell which way is north etc without thinking about it (again, using the sun)

Okay but how many times did they go to pick something up or reach something and realize they are so much shorter and less muscled than they expect? It's a common sight to see Peter climbing on counters to reach a top cabinet, grumbling about how he's High King this is demeaning. (No he never takes the extra five seconds to grab a stool. He will climb that shelf.)

Peter and Susan being delighted because they are no longer almost thirty. (In a few years Edmund and Lucy will tease them about being old and their parents will not understand.)

Lucy doesn't have to deal with periods anymore for a few years yet. Susan might not either. Heck yeah

Lucy loves to climb into her siblings' laps and be cuddled. In Narnia she eventually she grew too big, but now she is small and snuggleable again. Peter is her favorite, and if she's upset, he'll tickle her and tell bad jokes until she's smiling again, but really she loves cuddling with all her family. She grew up without her parents; how many times did she just want to crawl into her mom's lap and her mom was a world away? Imagine the first time she realizes she can now. Or, imagine one day, a cold and grey sort of day, when the rain is pattering against the windows, and it sounds like the rain on the windows of the Professor's house, that first day they went exploring. It sounds like the day they played hide and seek. It sounds so like the rain on the windows of Cair Paravel, that if Lucy closes her eyes she can imagine she's back there, having tea and chatting with Mr. Tumnus before the fireplace of her room, and soon the rain will stop, and they will go out on the balcony and wave to the naiads and the dryads and the mermaids, who have come out to enjoy the rain and visit one other on the banks of the Great River winding past Cair Paravel down to the sea.

But if Lucy looks out the window, all she'll see is the rain over London, so it's not only a cold and grey sort of day, it's a lonely sort of day too.

Susan and Edmund are playing chess in the living room (and they must have studied with Professor Kirke, thinks their mother, because they certainly weren't that good when they left). Lucy goes over to Edmund, and oh dear, thinks their mother, now he's going to call her a baby and be horrible to her, but instead he picks her up and puts her on his lap without even taking his eyes off the chessboard; it's simply a matter of course.

"Doesn't the rain sound familiar?" says Lucy in a solemn, wistful way.

Their mother doesn't know what that means, but her siblings must, because Susan says, "Yes, Lu, it does,” and Edmund gives her a little hug with his free arm as she tucks herself under his chin to watch the chess match.

(Five minutes later there is a crash from the next room as Peter falls off a counter. Their mother does not understand the words he must have picked up from the Professor, but he's grounded for them anyway. His siblings have no respect for their High King, because they refuse to stop laughing.)

#the chronicles of narnia #narnia headcanons #peter pevensie #susan pevensie #edmund pevensie #lucy pevensie #helen pevensie #the pevensies #okay this did end up a little bittersweet at the end but I tried #let's all just focus on the high king falling off counters alright #and yes the siblings all picked up narnian swear words and i refuse to believe otherwise #i'm also suddenly wondering how much language drift there is in narnia #when the pevensies return in prince caspian are all the swear words/exclamations they learned outdated?#are they using the narnian equivalent of oh horsefeathers?#nova actually posts stuff #long post //#the higher the queuer #post lww pevensies #soft post lww headcanons

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poirott · 2 years

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Columbo + his basset hound named "Dog"

He doesn't look like a police dog. Well, he isn't. He's a policeman's dog. Believe me, there's a big difference.

COLUMBO (1968 - 2003)

#columbo #peter falk #tvedit #tvseriessource #cinematv #cinemapix #chewieblog #columboedit #*edit #columbo 3x06: mind over mayhem #columbo 5x01: forgotten lady #columbo 7x01: try and catch me #columbo 7x04: how to dial a murder #columbo 8x02: murder smoke and shadows #columbo 9x01: murder a self portrait #they're so sweet and soft together #lieutenant columbo adores his dog #he talks to him as if doggo were a person #just casually like they're having a conversation

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in-som-niyah · 26 days

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i want a gentle jason

Jason who kisses his way up your body when you're coming down from your high. He whispers a hushed 'you okay ma?' in your ear because he cares

Jason who cleans you up with a soft towel against your delicate skin with eyes burning with just how much he loves you

Jason who will shower with you if you're up for it, constantly kissing your neck, your shoulders, anywhere his bitten lips could reach as his hands lovingly spread suds around your body

Jason who brings you a warmed and fluffy towel and wraps you up in it, making you look like the most adorable burrito he's ever seen

Jason who rubs you down with expensive oils, creams and butters, making sure your skin stays soft for the next time he's itching to devour you

Jason who helps you back into your (his) comfy clothes, while whispering all of the million and one reasons he'll love you forever

Jason who massages your hips, back and thighs, while also smoothing his lips over his previous bites he left on your heated skin and maybe leaving some more

Jason who rubs firm and gentle circles into your lower tummy, the place where he felt his length protruding from mere minutes ago, to soothe the ache he must have left

Jason who kisses you to sleep with his limbs wound tightly around you, mentally praying for your touch to never leave him

Jason who leaves your sleeping body only to make you breakfast the next morning: french toast with fluffy pancakes with syrups and jams of your choice

Jason who battles with his own mind about his self worth and weather or not you should be with someone better. But he would rather (literally) die than have you thinking the same. You're perfect. End of story.

Jason who would burn the whole world down if misfortune ever dared to reveal itself to you. Nothing will ever hurt you. Nothing will ever stop him from looking down and seeing those bright, sparkling eyes and sheepish smile. He swears on his next grave.

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gleasonlovesjasontodd · 2 months

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Imagine waiting for jason to come out of the shower after his patrol but you are already so tired from waiting up for him so you just pass out spread out all over the bed covering his side and yours. Jason walking out his hair still damped as he sees you and his heart melts he changes into his boxers as he moves you so carefully like a porcelain doll as he gets in and immediately you move towards him as you nuzzle your head into the crook of his neck and he smiles before falling asleep cause he knows he has you with him

hehehe i hate this kinda but felt bad that i haven’t written something in a while

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livingde4ddoll · 3 months

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fotibrit · 2 months

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Peter can hear heartbeats, including other people’s. He’s gotten used to it in the years since the bite, and it has made him much more empathetic. He can hear other people’s hearts race if they make a mistake in class, he can sense the anxiety of someone meeting him for the first time, he feels the fear of others because of his abilities.

It’s also the reason he realized Mister Stark has a far bigger anxiety problem than he lets on. Starks heart races at the slightest scare, the mention of certain events or people. Peter has gotten into the habit of avoiding certain topics to avoid inflicting that fear on Stark, even if Stark doesn’t let on his fear in any other way.

Mister Starks anxiety spikes at the mention of Captain America, for as long as Peter has known him. For a while, Peter thought it was because of what happened with the Accords. Peter thought it was lasting anxiety from the team drama.

But it’s been years. Stark and Rogers have interacted positively since then, Stark has even referred to Rogers affectionately multiple times.

And yet, Stark’s heart races.

#is it anxiety or a crush #peter may never know #this is me soft launching the influence of my stony friends #shoutout liv for peer pressuring me into posting this #marvel mcu #avengers #tony stark #iron man #peter parker #spider man #irondad and spiderson #irondad #spiderson #peter parker and tony stark #captain america civil war #captain america #stony #not exactly but i’ll include it #fotibrit

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tamsinbeybey-she-no-porcupine · 4 months

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Angry Havers because I enjoyed that very much

#Also how he just whips around and is instantly back to soft kind and worried about cap #My soft boy #Capvers #Caphavers #Lieutenant Havers #Major Anthony Havers #peter sandys clarke

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whumpypepsigal · 1 year

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#the unspoken “you’re not alone” gesture

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godsplatter · 6 months

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i love you, honeybear!!!!!!!!!

#saw #saw movie #saw franchise #mark hoffman #peter strahm #coffinshipping #hoffstrahm #art tag #sorry abt a lapse in Domestic Soft Slop itll happen again

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olsenmyolsen · 4 months

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This Is Me Trying - One - (A Y/N Parker Spider-Woman X Kate Bishop Story)

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Summary: The Winter semester is challenging as you fall behind on exams and essays all while an old threat emerges.

Word Count: 3.3K

Content: College stress, cutie Kate Bishop

You, Y/N Parker, loved Christmas time.

You loved how it changed the city from a smelly concrete jungle into a smelly concrete jungle but with snow!

Lights went up with trees covered in decorations. Lattes got better, and so did the cookies.

The air got colder, and sometimes the people got warmer. Whether it was buying things for strangers or for a lifelong friend. Random acts of kindness increased, but on the flip side, so did the rate of crime.

Plus, swinging in the cold was awful, but with some insulation in the suit, it helped.

All of this to say you still loved this time of the year.

"You know, since you love it so much, how about you let me go? You know, like you said, kindness of strangers and all that!"

You looked at the guy webbed to a pole who just mugged a woman coming home from work and tilted your head.

"You know what you're right. Tis the season!" The man nodded as you took a few steps closer. "However, on second thought!" The man's eyes widened before you webbed his mouth shut.

"Marv, how many times are we gonna do this, buddy?" You patted the man's head as the sirens were approaching.

"Happy Holidays!" You yelled as you swung up to the nearby rooftop, looking for the woman whose purse was in your hand.

As you stay perched on the corner, your phone starts to ring. It was Peter—your best friend and brother. You debated whether to answer it or not, but eventually, you gave in and pressed the side of your mask.

"Hey man, what's up?"

"Not much... I know it's late, but I- I was just wondering if you started on Dr. Ohnn's paper yet? I'm completely lost. H-He knows we're sophomores, right?!"

You chuckled and sighed.

You haven't started on the paper yet.

"Sorry, Pete. I've been busy..." You heard Peter let out a disappointed sigh.

"Y/N... you're out, aren't you?" You felt bad. For the last couple of weeks, Peters has been asking you to take it easy with your after-school duties due to the number of exams these previous few weeks have had and, as mentioned before, the crime rate, but you haven't. If anything, you tacked on more. "Y/N, you know how dangerous I still think this is."

You rolled your eyes. "Yes, Peter, I know, but-" Before you could finish, you saw a person jump from one rooftop to another two blocks down from you. "Hey Pete, I gotta go..."

"Wait Y/N... Y/N!"

The line went dead as you tapped the side of your mask and took off, swinging purse in hand to the stranger on the rooftop.

As you front-flipped from your webbed, you laughed. "Well, if it isn't the purple bird!" You said when you got up from your landing pose, scaring the crap out of the archer. He jumped and drew his bow on you before realizing who it was.

With an exaggerated groan, he withdrew his weapon.

"What do you want, Spider!?" He sounded annoyed. You put your hands over your heart. Purse still in hand. "Ouch! I just wanted to check up on the man who destroyed 30 Rock last year."

Clint Barton rolled his eyes.

"It was a tree and a skating rink. Get over it." You raised your hand and mocked the archer as you stepped onto the roof's ledge.

"Where's the youngster?" You asked switching topics. Clint raised an eyebrow. "What are you spying on me now?" You put your hands up. "As if! Just curious. Making conversation. It's not my fault you two happen to fall into my patrol area."

Clint looked at you. "Your patrol area?" You nodded. "It's called New York. Ever heard of it?" Clint rolled his eyes again. "You can be a pain in the ass sometimes, you know that."

"I've been told."

"By friends?" You laughed. "No by enemies. Wait..? Why did you hear something?"

Clint cracked a smile. "Maybe." He hadn't, but he enjoyed this back-and-forth you two played. Like his protege, it was nice to have someone around who reminded him of the heroes of the past. People that brought hope for the future.

"So is that purse yours or?" Clint looked up from his binoculars at you. "No. It's not my color." When Clint didn't laugh, you continued. "Lady got mugged, and I don't know where to find her."

Clint looked from the purse to you and did it two more times. "What?" You asked when no words were spoken. Clint huffed. "You have her purse. It probably has her ID." You tilted your head before your eyes got wide. "Oh! Her address!"

Clint nodded yes and grumbled about you before looking into his binoculars again.

"Thanks, bird man!" You said as you looked at the address. It wasn't far. "Same time tomorrow?" You asked as you twhiped away.

Clint sent you a thumbs-up even though he wasn't paying attention. But you didn't know that. You saw a thumbs up and smiled.

You were getting through to the old man.

As you twhiped to the woman's place to return her purse, a bright-eyed Kate Bishop saw you.

"It's the Spider!" She very awkwardly whispered to no one else before running to the building; she had no idea you had just left from.

And when she got to the top: "Clint!" She shouted, making the archer jump before realizing who it was. "What!?" He said, looking at her as she smiled with excitement. "The spider! I just saw her!" He nodded like a dad would. "And?" He said. "And! And! And isn't that cool!" Clint shrugged. "I guess. She was here. She actually asked about you." Clint held in a smile.

It was a not-so-secret that Kate had a slight crush/admiration for the web-slinging hero.

"And!?" Kate took the binoculars from Clint and awaited his answer. "And... that was it. Nothing else. She joked around. I rolled my eyes. That was it."

Kate was going to press for my information, but Clint was useless when it came to details so mundane.

"Ugh. Fine. Here." Kate tried to hand the binoculars back, but Clint shook his head. "Look and tell me what you see." Kate looked through them and into the window of a known wheelman. "Tracksuits." She said, making Clint nod.

"See the guy with the awful chops?" Kate shifted her focus to a guy with bad facial hair. "Yeah."

"Look past him on the wall." Kate did just that and smiled. "I thought people only drew on blueprints in the movies?!"

"Our guys must watch a lot of movies," Clint said as he chuckled.

Kate put the binoculars down and looked at Clint. "After last year, do you still think Kingpin and these guys are connected? I mean..." Kate made a gesture that said, "really, these guys??" while pointing in the direction of the Tracksuits.

Clint shrugged. "I think it's best to believe they're connected than to not. Plus.. drugs and money still need to be run for guys like Kingpin. Any disposable person that's easy to pay is like Christmas to these guys."

Kate thought about it and nodded as she looked through the binoculars again. "Remember when we destroyed 30 rock."

Clint groans and closes his eyes. "It was a tree and an ice rink. Not the whole city!"

While Kate was busy trying to figure out what annoyed Clint and what Kingpin was planning next, you were busy climbing into your dorm through the window.

You tore your mask off as your feet landed on the floor. You ran your covered hand through your freshly shortened hair and took a deep breath before frowning. You sniffed the air before lifting your suit close to your nose. "Ah, man.."

The city really got to it tonight.

You tossed your mask into the hamper in your closet as you started wrangling out of your suit. You've been meaning to make adjustments to your suit since your arm muscle has only grown, but you hadn't, which left it a bit tight to get out of sometimes.

Lucky for you, you never had people drop by unannounced, so you could always take your time-

"Y/N is that you- OH MY GOD!"

You turned towards the voice of your brother as the top half of your suit fell, showing off you in your black sports bra and toned abdomen.

"Peter!" You yelled as he threw his hands over his eyes. "I didn't know. I'm sorry!" He shouted as he went to run out the door but hit your wall instead, causing him to fall to the floor, knocked out.

An hour later, as you moved your clothes from the wash to the dryer, Peter woke up. And after scolding him about not knocking, you and him got to work on Dr. Ohnn's paper.

But with your exhausted brain and body. Plus Peter's... mild concussion, you two didn't get far. So, just as you were about to suggest calling it for the night, your roommate came home.

Where she was or who she was with was always a mystery to you.

"Hey, losers!" Michelle-Jones, aka MJ, greeted you and Peter as she ran to grab the TV remote sitting on the table. She clicked it on and found the local news channel. "MJ, what are you-" She held up a finger and shushed your brother. "Look!" She pointed to the screen as a reporter was standing in front of a run-down apartment building that was on fire. "It's the fifth one this month!" MJ stated. "Everything thinks I'm crazy, but I know insurance fraud when I see it."

You and Peter weren't sure how to continue.

"Okay..." You started. "What's your point?" You questioned, hoping your roommate and friend was going somewhere with this. "Obviously, someone is doing something very illegal."

"Okay..." Peter said. "What can we do about it?"

"We can't do anything about it. But someone here can." MJ started motioning her head towards you, making you sigh. "MJ. I've told you multiple times. The pictures were a summer thing. I don't take their pictures anymore!" MJ rolled her eyes. Clearly not believing you. "Whatever you say..." She narrowed her eyes at you. "Spider!"

Before you could argue back, MJ got up and went to the fridge before taking a box of pizza to her room. "I'm gonna crash. Night."

"I brought that pizza..." Peter quietly said as you collapsed onto the couch. "You were gonna give it to her anyways." You turn your head to Peter. "Was not!" He defends, but you see through him. "You've had a crush on her for the last year, so please let's be honest here."

Peter closed his mouth and then said: "You're the one not being honest with her."

"Dude."

"Sorry," Peter mumbled. "It's just she's going to find out on her own if you don't tell her." He whispered. You nodded. "I know. I know. But you and I both know that the fewer people that know, the less I have to worry about. The less people get hurt."

Peter wore a sad smile on his face. "You're right. I.. I just hate lying to her."

You looked at Peter as he brought his knees close to his chest on the other end of the couch. "I'm sorry, Pete." He nodded. He knew it was easier for you to do this if the less people knew about your other life, but he wasn't sure how much longer he could lie to MJ.

The following morning, after Peter returned to his dorm, you woke up late.

Apparently, in your sleepy daze, you hit 730 into your calculator app and not your alarm clock application. On top of that, you forgot to charge your phone, so as you panicked to get ready for the day, you quickly put in the cable to charge.

You grabbed your closest pair of jeans and threw on your school sweater, all while grabbing the textbooks scattered on your desk.

You ran into the kitchen and grabbed your last pair of pop tarts before heading to the door and slipping on your vans. You zipped up your bag and bolted out the door.

However, you immediately reentered your dorm, ran into your room, snatching your glasses and phone, now on 16%.

The lecture hall was full by the time you entered. The booming of the door attracted the attention of everyone.

Your brother included. Your eyes found his, and he gave you a weak smile as you sat at the first seat you could find.

When you pulled out your textbook and looked up, you saw Dr. Connors sigh before he continued speaking. "As I was saying. Yes, just because the holidays are upon us doesn't mean we won't have our test on Friday. I want something fun to grade over the break, people." He gave an awkward chuckle that few students, including you, gave back. "Oh, and don't forget. Your papers on physics are still due by the end of the school year. If you've forgotten... well, there's a reason I'm tenured, and this class lasts all year." He smiled and proceeded to dismiss everybody.

Everybody but you.

"Y/N Parker. A moment."

You knew it was coming, but you kept your head up high. You look to Peter, and he nods. He'd see you after class.

"Dr. Connors, look, I'm sorry about being late-"

"Late?" He cut you off. "You missed the whole dang class." You sighed and adjusted the bag around your shoulder. "Look..." Dr. Connors started. "You're a bright student. I've seen it firsthand, but lately... it's like you're not even here. Your grades have been steadily declining. You always appear exhausted."

You nodded. "I'm trying. I wanna be here!"

"Then be here." He said before he sighed. "You still haven't told me what your physics paper is on."

You perked up at that. "I plan on doing it about fusion and Dr. Otto Octavius."

Dr. Connors sighs. "Well, planning is not a major at this university." He walks past you and goes to the giant board in the middle of the room. He then stops. "Octavius is a friend of mine. Better do your research, Parker." You nod. "I'd really hate to see you fail."

"I don't want to, sir." You say, making Connors look at you with a sad smile on his face. "I can pass along your information to Octavius. Whether he contacts you or not is up to him. After that..." He looks at you. "It's up to you, Parker."

When you exited the lecture hall, you found Peter talking to your mutual friend Ned. The closer you got, the more you saw Peter panic and tell Ned to "shut up."

"What's going on?" Peter shook his head as if nothing was wrong. You looked to Ned, who sheepishly looked away. "Ned." You drug his name out.

Ned took one look at you and broke. "I think I might know about the fires around the city!" He smiled and looked excited. It paid to have Ned be the guy in the chair.

You looked at Peter. "You didn't want him to tell me?" Peter sighed. "Y/N, you have so much going on already we don't need you." He gestures with his hand as if he was shooting a web. "Right now. Besides, you haven't even started on your essay, and you just got in trouble with Connors!"

Before you could defend your lack of action, you get interrupted.

"Hey guys!"

Immediately, your stress melted away as you looked down at Kate Bishop. Captain of the Archery Team. Your friend and study partner.

Oh, and your crush.

Katherine Elizabeth Bishop.

"Hey Kate!" You said a little too excitedly, something that everyone caught on to. Thankfully, they chose not to make a big deal out of it. "Hey, Y/N." She looked at you and smiled.

There goes the butterflies.

"So what are you three amigos talking about?" She bounced on her heels as she looked away from you and to the other two. "Oh, nothing!" Peter said. "I don't think you're allowed to say that?" Ned added with a confused face.

"Doesn't sound like nothing," Kate said, making Peter glance at you. "Sounds like Y/N is getting in trouble with Connors." She replied as she turned to you with a teasing smile. "Let me guess..." She made a thinking face. "Too busy studying for our History test?"

History test!! Oh crap, that is Friday!

"Okay, based on the look I just gained, you forgot." You nodded. Kate made a hmm noise but kept her head towards you as she thought.

"Shit," Ned spoke up. "Peter, we gotta go, or we'll be late!" Peter looked at his watch and came to the same conclusion. "Gotta go! See you, Y/N! Bye, Kate!" Peter and Ned took off running down the hall and out the doors before they sprinted across the courtyard.

"What class do they have?" Kate asked.

"Robotics."

"Sounds about right." She said. "We should probably get going." Kate smiled and gestured her head in the general direction of your History class with Kate. "Don't worry about the test," Kate said as you two walked side by side. "You always do just fine." You shrugged her compliment off.

Kate noticed. "But I was thinking if you want..." You looked at Kate and noticed her fingers interlocking with one another. "Maybe you could come to my dorm to study some more. Besides, I still need help on the laws and how they changed once the Sokovian Accords were ratified."

You and Kate had always hung out in mutual gatherings and settings. You two were good friends, but you had never been to her dorm.

On top of that. Alone.

You suddenly felt very warm and wary of your every move.

"That sounds great!" You managed to say. "When were you thinking?"

Kate thought. If it were up to her, you'd come over tonight, but Kate wasn't sure what her roommate Cassie was doing. Plus, she and Clint had a hot new lead to follow up on. "Ummm, is it cool if I text you?"

You nodded. "Sounds great." You smiled widely and pushed the door to your History class open. Letting Kate walk in first. You and Kate walked to your seats and sat beside one another.

"Shit." You heard Kate mumble when she opened her bag. "You okay?" You asked. "Uh yeah.." She bit her lip. A habit you noticed that she only got when she was embarrassed. "What's wrong?" You asked when you tore your eyes away from her chewed-on pink lips.

Kate sighed when her lips parted. "I forgot my textbook. I thought I packed after Clint- Clint-on Clinton and I got back from Archery, but I guess I didn't." Kate didn't look your way.

She was now warm and aware of every move she made.

"Hey, I surprisingly remembered mine." You pulled yours out. "We can share." You moved it in between the two of you. "Really?" She charmingly lifted her eyebrows. "Really." You said.

Kate let out a little cheer and wrapped an arm around you. "You're a lifesaver!"

If only she knew.

Kate didn't remove her arm from around you as quick as she usually would have; instead, you could feel her hand slide up your muscles to your shoulder.

Kate had been noticing your muscle growth as of late but didn't know where it came from...

Eventually, Kate removed her touch from you.

Yet you still felt her.

"It's no big deal." You said about sharing the textbook. But you and Kate both knew that based on your actions recently, you remembering to bring your book or not falling asleep in class was a miracle.

This was Kate's first time forgetting a book, and she could sense Clint's disappointed sigh.

Kate smiled as she watched your fingers turn the corners of the page in the textbook. Her eyes lifted to your fingers, to your sweater, and up to your face. She watched your side profile as you silently read a paragraph to yourself. She only stopped when you looked her way and hid a smile when you pushed up your glasses. "What's up?" You quietly asked.

"Do you want to come to my archery practice tomorrow?" Kate whispered back.

Kate wasn't sure what you had going on in your life. You and her were close but not close, like with Peter, Ned, and MJ. So she never pushed.

Plus, she liked you and didn't want to ruin what you two might have.

But when you said, "Yeah! That sounds awesome!" Like a dork, Kate smiled.

dividers by @/benkeibear

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