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thewackywriter · 6 years

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Second Fiddle - Part 1

Steve Rogers x Y/N

Summary: Y/N and Steve are out to dinner when they encounter an unwelcome friend.

A/N: Happy Sunday!! Loved writing this!! This is written for @wintersparker 1k writing challenge and @captain-ariel-barnes 4k writing challenge!! Check out my masterpost below!! Requests are CLOSED until next week!! Feedback is appreciated!! Thanks for reading, enjoy!!

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They were out for their six month anniversary dinner when she showed up.

“Steve, is that you? Hey, how are you?” And just like that, Y/N had lost his attention. All of it had been diverted to the beautiful blonde women that had just walked up to their table. “Sharon? Hey, I’m good. How are you?” And just like that they were off, chatting like a pair of besties while Y/N awkwardly sat across from them, not being acknowledged in the slightest. She cleared her throat, which finally caught their attention.

“Yeah, sorry Y/N. Sharon, this is my friend Y/N. Y/N, this is Sharon.” Y/N’s eyebrows rose as her eyes widened in shock at his words. She quickly corrected him. “He means girlfriend. I’m his girlfriend,” as she reached across the table and shook her hand. Sharon only gave her a small smirk, “Right.”

Right after introduction were placed they were gone again, off in their own world where it was just the two of them. Y/N tried to jump in with a comment here or there, but was quickly brushed off by both parties. She didn’t know what was going on, Steve had never treated her so poorly before. He usually prided himself on being so respectful of women. Y/N slipped out of the booth and muttered that she was using the bathroom, not that either noticed. It was when she got back that the sight that greeted her caused angry tears to well in her eyes.

There she was, the she-devil herself, sitting right in Y/N’s seat. It was almost as if she hadn’t even been there. They looked like an adorable couple out on a date, when it should be Steve and her. The man in question didn’t seem to have any problem with her replacement. With that thought in mind, she slipped out the front door and hailed a cab, deciding she was done playing second fiddle for the night.

She was halfway home in the back of a cab when her phone started ringing and Steve’s name popped up. She let it go to voicemail, but it started ringing again immediately after. This happened twice more before she finally answered.

“What Steve?” All there was was silence on the other side. “Well?”

“Where are you? Why weren’t you picking up, I was worried sick about you.” Y/N scoffed at his words, “Yeah it took you a whole half hour to even notice I was gone, but sure. We’ll say you were ‘worried sick’.” Steve was quick to defend himself, “You said you were going to the bathroom!”

“For 30 minutes Steve? Nice to know you were concerned. I’m fine, you can get back to your date now.” Steve sounded confused as he responded, “Um, I’m pretty sure you’re my date.” Again Y/N scoffed, “Really? Didn’t seem pretty sure when Sharon was there and sitting in my seat.” Steve laughed over the phone, “Babe she’s just a friend. She even said she likes you, thinks you’re pretty. Come back baby. Please! I miss you.”

Y/N almost came back when she heard a distinctive female voice through the other side. “Steve, is everything okay?” Steve just responded, “Yeah, I’ll be back in a minute.” That was all it took for Y/N to ask, “She’s still there?”

She heard him sigh over the phone, “Yes, she’s still here. Look, she’s just a friend. She doesn’t mean anything. I think you guys could be friends too. You’re a lot alike.” Y/N scoffed once more before responding, “Well if she’s so much like me then I guess I’ll be easy to replace. Goodbye Steve.” With those words, the call ended.

Steve looked down at his phone and sighed. He didn’t understand why she was acting so irrationally, he had no feelings for Sharon whatsoever. Even if he didn’t like her like that, he still wanted to be a good friend, so he headed back inside. After more chatting and Sharon putting her hand on his arm for the third time, Steve came to a realization. “Wait, are you flirting with me?”

To his surprise, she had the audacity to laugh at his question. “Yeah, have been all night. Thanks for noticing.” Steve quickly pulled his arm back, “Woah, I have a girlfriend.” She laughed, “Not anymore. You guys broke up. You’re single now, Steve.” Her words hit him like a ton of bricks. He was single. Y/N had broken up with him. He didn’t know what he was feeling but it certainly wasn’t good. He then realised that this must have been how Y/n was feeling all night, watching some women flirt with her boyfriend who didn’t do anything about it. He jumped out his chair and ran out without even a goodbye. He had some work to do.

Part 2

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sidehowriting · 6 years

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Dust

A/N: Hey, guys! I’ve written a new fic, this one is for @wintersparker Angst Writing Challenge. And let me tell you, the struggle bus was real on this one. I literally went through 3 different scenes and like 4 rewrites before I settled on one I didn’t hate. But on the bright side I now have more half asssed material to one day write something else? Sure, let’s go with that. Anyway, here’s the story. Italics are flashbacks.

Prompt: Hey, babe.

Pairing: Thor x reader

Summary: You’re trying to get your daughter to sleep.

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Angst, IW spoilers, minor character death, pregnancy and babies

It was a night. Your seven-month-old daughter had been fussy all day. She woke up early in the morning, she didn’t want to eat her breakfast, she refused to nap, she threw her dinner on the ground, and now she’s refusing to go to bed. You know its not her fault, she started teething and she’s been miserable ever since. But that didn’t stop you from being annoyed.

“Sh, baby girl. Mommy’s got you.” You hugged her tightly, rocking back and forth. Her pained wails still filled her quiet bedroom. You leaned back against her crib a dull headache forming in the back of your skull.

If you were being honest with yourself, she’s been acting up since her father left. Thor left a few months ago, claiming he would be back in no time. He was worried about Ragnarok: the destruction of his home and his people. He said he needed to prevent that and then he would return home to you. And you told him to go, you could handle being a single mom for a bit. Your daughter clearly had other ideas. She cried more since he left, she slept less. Just like you.

You kissed the top of her head several times, softly humming. This did nothing. “I know your teeth hurt and I know you want Daddy,” you mumbled into her few pieces of hair. “He’ll be home soon, my sweet.” You had seen the news today, you knew some weird aliens had attacked. You were sure this would draw Thor and he would come back to earth and in turn you and your daughter.

She was still crying despite your best efforts. When she would get fussy and cry, Thor was always the one to take her in his arms, instantly dwarfing her. You’ve been in his arms before so you knew how warm and comforting they were. She apparently felt the same way. Her cries would turn to whimpers. If that didn’t work, he had been known to create a soft rumble of thunder. The light sensation of that always put her to sleep right away.

You rested your cheek against the top of her head as you continued to rock her. “Please, my darling, please sleep. You’ll feel so much better if you sleep.” You started humming again, hoping maybe that would do something. Maybe your humming could yield the same results as Thor’s.

As you hummed you closed your eyes. Her cries eventually started to quiet down and soon she was silent. You could feel her still and her soft snores filled your ears. You didn’t stray from your rocking and humming at first, though. You wanted to make sure she was out before you did anything.

Once you were sure she was going to stay asleep, you inhaled deeply to sigh. However, you started coughing, like a swarm of dust just filled your lungs. You panicked. You silently begged that your coughing wouldn’t wake your sleeping daughter. Opening your eyes, you looked down at her. But you were confused. She was covered in dust? No, she was the dust. In silent horror, you watched your precious daughter disintegrate in your arms.

Your daughter was no longer in your arms, instead there was just a pile of dust where she once was. You didn’t even know how to react. No amount of time working with the Avengers or with S.H.I.E.L.D had ever prepared you for this. This was…this was… You didn’t have words.

As the reality of it started to sink in, your heart quickened and your breathing all but stopped. You were a helpless mother, looking at the dust of your child and trying to comprehend your next step. You wanted to scream but didn’t want to disturb the dust. If she turned to this surely she could turn back from it?

But finally you screamed. Long and hard you screamed until your throat was raw and you were sure it was bleeding. And then you screamed more. When you couldn’t scream anymore you cried and when you couldn’t do that anymore you screamed again. This cycle repeated for how long, you didn’t know.

You were sobbing, clutching what you could of the dust to your chest when you heard your front door open. You didn’t bother to look and see who it was. You didn’t care if it wasn’t your daughter.

Strong familiar arms wrapped around you and you instantly leaned into them. You had so much you wanted to say to Thor but you had no words. He didn’t seem to mind. His silence made you think that he knew what had happened. He knew what the dust meant. And that broke your heart even more.

You held the positive pregnancy test in your hand. Well, one of them. You had taken three just to make sure it was true. You tossed two of them but kept one, the first one. You were waiting for Thor to come back from the store. It all made sense why you craved pickles and cheese like your life depended on it.

The front door to your small home creaked open and Thor walked in, carrying a small bag with him. “My love, I got three different pickles, not sure which were the ones you wanted.”

“Thank you, babe,” you said, smiling brightly. The test was still clutched in your hand. “I’m sure they’re all delicious.”

He set the bag down on the counter. “I hope so.” He eyed your demeanor closely. You were still smiling and rocking back and forth on your feet. Clearly you would not be able to keep this a secret. “What’s going on?” He asked, curiosity dripped from each word.

Giddily you handed him the test, unable to contain yourself. He took it, looking at it closely. “Surprise,” you said, eyes shining.

He looked at it long and hard, taking it all in. “Pregnant. You’re pregnant?”

“Yeah,” you said while nodding.

A huge, goofy smile broke across his face. “You’re pregnant!” he cheered, picking you up and spinning you around. “Oh, my darling, this is the best news I could ever receive.” He set you down and kissed you, pouring his love and adoration for you into it. You felt it move through your lips and down to your toes.

Slowly, he pulled away, leaning down to rest his forehead against yours. “I love you so much, my darling.” He wrapped his large arms around you. “You’ve made me so happy.” His hands rested easily on your still flat tummy.

“I love you so much too, Thor,” you said leaning into him. His arms always were your favorite place to be. They always were so warm and made you feel so safe.

She sobbed to the point of passing out. He couldn’t blame her. After everything that happened, after everything that he saw… Then to come home to find his beloved rocking back and forth, clinging to piles of dust. He instantly knew what had happened and it took everything in him to not crumble. He had experience so much loss… His father, his planet, his people, his friends, his brother, and now his daughter. How much more loss could he take?

He easily lifted her up, the dust falling to the floor. He couldn’t bare to look at it as he carried his love to their bed. He laid her down and tucked her in, kissing her forehead. He climbed in next, not bothering to change out of his battle armor.

He laid awake that night, unable to sleep. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw his little girl. Her eyes bright with curiosity. Her gummy smile that was always coated with drool. Her melodious laugh that always made him smile no matter what his mood. Being away from her tore him apart and he hated himself for leaving. Honestly, what would have changed if he had stayed? Ragnarok would still have happened, Thanos would still have gotten the stones.

She rolled over next to him, facing his direction. There were bags under her eyes. She looked really tired.

“Hello, my darling,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Her eyes roamed over his face. His hair was different than when she last saw him. It was now significantly shorter. And he lost an eye, but then got a new one, but it didn’t match his natural blue one.

“Hey, babe,” she said hoarsely. She had screamed and cried plenty last night so he wasn’t surprised that she barely had a voice now. “I’m sorry,” she croaked.

His brows scrunched in confusion. “Darling, you did nothing wrong.” He reached out and stroked her cheek, trying to offer some form of physical comfort. “This was Thanos.”

She shook her head. Having worked for S.H.I.E.L.D she knew who he was. She knew that he was bad news. “No.” She started to tear up again. “When I was pregnant with her. I- I didn’t want to travel to Asgard. I was scared the travel would hurt her. But you were right. Things would be better-“ When she found out she was pregnant, they talked about going to Asgard. He thought it might be safer there and he wanted to show her the place as it was his home. But she had refused, saying she didn’t know how space travel would affect the pregnancy. She wanted to wait until after the baby was born and had built up more of an immune system. He had respected her decision. After all, they would have years together with their daughter, right?

He cut her off by pulling her close to him. She didn’t flinch when she was pressed against his hard armor. And he was sure he smelled which also didn’t seem to faze her. “Darling, Asgard is gone. Ragnarok happened and then Thanos… You wouldn’t have been any better there.” There was pain in his voice as he spoke and his arms around her tightened. “I’m the one who should be sorry. I left you two alone. I wasn’t there. I-“ His voice became shaky, “I should have killed Thanos.” The battle flashed before his eyes again. Why didn’t he take the head shot? Why did he take so long to make a move at all?

She sniffled and he knew she was crying again. This promoted him to tear up as well. He had seen so much loss in the past few days. He had felt so much loss. But what broke him most of all was knowing the love of his life was experiencing the same pain as he was.

There was a passing silence. He laid with her, holding her close to him, afraid she too might disappear. “Are we gonna make it through this?” Her voice was so small.

His small daughter was placed in his arms. She was swaddled so snuggly, only her delicate little face was peaking out. Her eyes were flickering closed as soft coos were emitted from her tiny mouth. Gods, he didn’t realize he could love something so small so fiercely.

“Hello, my darling,” he whispered softly to her. As carefully as he could, he tenderly kissed her forehead. His blonde hair tumbled down onto her, covering her face. Her nose wrinkled in displeasure, but she made no noise. He chuckled softly, pulling his hair back, revealing her tiny face again.

His beloved had fallen asleep in her bed, clearly exhausted from delivering their bundle of joy. Her face looked angelic as she slept, eyes closed and lips slightly parted, her chest rising and falling with her even breaths. How his heart swelled with love for her.

He sat down next to her bed, his tiny daughter still sleeping peacefully in his arms. He was so content with just holding her, staring at her little face. Nothing could bring him as much joy as just being with her. “My little darling,” he whispered to her. “I love you more than the sun loves the sky. I promise you I will always be here to keep you safe.” That was a promise he intended to keep.

He answered her truthfully. “I don’t know.”

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pikemoreno · 6 years

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Four Times You Left the Light On: Peter Parker x Reader

A/N: This is for @wintersparker‘s 1K Writing Challenge. Still kinda new to fanfic writing here, but I’m pretty happy with this. *finger guns* Enjoy the angst, everyone.

Warnings: angst mingled with fluff, “death”, iw spoilers, some time skipping?

Prompt: “Leave the light on for me, okay?”

Word Count: 1528

There are lots of ways to say I love you. There’s “drive safe”, “have you eaten?”— a personal favorite of yours—, and sometimes even something as off kilter as “shut up” does the trick. Yours was unique.

“Leave the light on for me, okay?” Peter would say.

“Always,” you would reply.

It all started when you and Peter were in middle school. He came up— he lived one apartment below you— to study. He had left that evening and it was far after curfew before he realized he misplaced one of his books in your room. Instead of getting it in morning like a normal person would, he came up the fire escape to get it. It scared you half to death, but it was kind of exciting, fun even, to sneak your best friend into your bedroom long after you were supposed to be asleep. It became a weekly occurrence after that incident. Of course, it wasn’t always convenient for him to be sneaking in, whether you were sick or had a test during 1st period or your parents were suspicious, so you would leave your desk lamp lit up on your window sill as a signal that it was ok for him to come over. His secret code at school for asking to come over that night becoming “Leave the light on for me, okay?” Even after you started high school and “sneaking around” and getting in trouble became less and less of a big deal, he would always ask and you would always leave that little white lamp on.

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One night there came a knock on your bedroom window. You looked up, confused; Peter hadn’t asked you to leave a light on. You peeked around the curtain and ripped it back quickly when you were met with a beaten-up Peter. Throwing open the window, you helped your best friend into your room.

“What happened to you?” you asked frantically

“It’s kind of a long story,” he replied, sitting on your bed.

“Right, well you can start telling it while I get the first aid kit.”

“Ok, ok. But you have to promise that it stays between us. No one else can know.”

“Alright. I promise,” you sighed, bringing over the hydrogen peroxide and bandages.

“So, you know how I’ve been disappearing for the past couple of months?” You started on the cut on his forehead, making him cringe.

“Yes, I’m aware,” you gave him a small glare; he blushed in response.

“Yeah… Sorry about that. But I have a good reason. I’m- I’m… Spiderman,” he finally managed to get out, immediately looking at the ground. You let your hand fall to your side and sat next to him on your bed.

“Wow,” you mumbled. “And no one else knows?”

“Nope, you’re the first. I haven’t even told Ned.”

“Really? Why me?”

“Oh come on, you’ve been one of my best friends since middle school; you deserved to know. Plus, you know way more about first aid than Ned does.” You gave him a light shove to the shoulder and he laughed. “Ow, hey! Injured patient here!” You rolled your eyes and went back to fixing him up. Once you finished he gave his thanks and got up, stopping just before getting to the window. “Hey um… Is it ok if I come to you whenever I get a little… Injured?” You smiled at him,

“Always.” And so began your unique I love you’s. But it was still just the secret code from your childhood. They weren’t quite an “I love you.” Not yet. That came a while later.

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Your phone lit up with an incoming call from Peter, you smiled at the goofy contact photo and it quickly disappeared upon hearing his lightning fast words.

“Hey, I don’t have a lot of time, and I have no idea when I’ll be back, but leave the light on for me, okay? I think I’m really going to need it.” You responded quickly,

“Yes, yes. Always. I-” He had already hung up before you could finish.

It wasn’t even a day later before you found out the cause of his panic. As you watched the news, you saw him. He was fighting with Iron Man in Germany. Casual. You left the light on and hoped to God he would be there on your fire escape soon.

And he was. Two nights later when you heard a knock on your window you all but ran to open it. You didn’t even wait for him to make it inside before you flung yourself into his arms. He stumbled back, not quite knowing what to do at first, but quickly returning the embrace.

“Well, it’s good to see you too.”

“Don’t make fun! You scared me to death!”

“I’m sorry, but check me out! I’m a real hero now. I fought with the Avengers. Well, with and against them anyway…” he was rambling now and he continued go on about his adventure while he was mentally retreated, trying to get his thoughts together. He had been thinking that, being a real hero now, he finally would have to confidence to admit his little childhood crush on you and maybe, now that he was cool, you would be able to reciprocate and not just see him as your dorky friend. Now, he wasn’t sure that he could do that to you. He wouldn’t show it, but his heart just about exploded with the realization of how much you really cared. It hadn’t really hit him before; and it scared him too. How could he possibly ask you to worry like this for the rest of his career as Spiderman? You worried so much now, how much more would you worry if you were his girlfriend? But gosh, as he watched you clean the cut on his arm, he really wanted to pour his heart out, right then and there. In fact, he wanted to—. You caught his gaze and smiled up at him. Even with the cool new job, he was your dorky best friend and, gosh, you loved him. You had for so long. If you acted on it now would he think you were only interested in him because he was Spider-man? You couldn’t let him think that. Neither of you could pinpoint exactly how it happened, but next thing you knew his lips were on yours. Getting out every bit of the pent-up feelings of the last few years. You pulled back as a couple of giggling messes. There was an unspoken understanding that you would follow him through any danger and that he knew you didn’t just love him as Spider-man. It was then “Leave the light on… Always,” became your “I love you”. He made it a habit to stop by your room after a patrol to get fixed up. More than once this involved faking an injury just to see you and get a cuddle. Those phrases became such a painfully obvious way to say I love you that you had never actually told him that you did. Oh, were you regretting that now.

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It happened on the bus. You were sitting next to Peter when he looked out the window behind you, wide-eyed. You turned and saw it as well: a giant ring-like spaceship hovering over the city. Your jaw dropping at the sight.

“Ned! Hey! I need you to cause a distraction," Peter asked, already prepping to leave the bus.

"We're all gonna die! There's a spaceship! Everybody hide!" Ned yelled out, causing an uproar. The world seemed to spin out of control around you. You looked at Peter, dumbfounded.

“Peter you can’t be thinking of going after that thing by yourself! You have no idea what that thing is or who’s on it.”

“I gotta check it out. It’ll be fine. And if it makes you feel any better I’ll find Mr. Stark before I do anything crazy.” You sighed,

“Just be careful.”

“I promise,” he took a moment to kiss you before opening the emergency exit, then turned back around to give you a sweet smile, “Leave a light on for me, okay?”

“Always,” you managed to grin back, watching him jump out of the bus.

It wasn’t long before the horrors started. You were sitting in a desk in class when half of the students around you turned to dust. Everyone was screaming and crying. You knew immediately that this had to have something to do with wherever Peter had gone. You could only hope that his fate was different. The nightmare deepened when your cell phone rang not more than thirty minutes later, after you’d made it home. Mr. Stark. You couldn’t retell the conversation if your life depended on it, as if it was too painful for your mind to possibly hold onto. To this day the only thing you can recall is your phone crashing to the ground and you falling onto your knees with it. You couldn’t even cry. You simply stood up and flipped on the desk lamp on your windowsill. You were going to leave the light on for him. And you always would.

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spideykins · 6 years

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Paw Prints On My Heart | P. Parker

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Death is a part of life. You never expected it to be a part of yours.

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: Angst, death of a furry friend, anxiety maybe?

A/N: This is an entry for @wintersparker ‘s 1k Writing Challenge! Super proud of this bean for reaching 1k, what a queen. My prompt was “I love you so much”, and obviously I couldn’t not write about my smol son Peter! Anywho, enjoy the angst friends! (gif creds to owner btw)

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People don’t know shit about death.

They tell you to focus on the good memories, the ones that make you smile and feel alive. Instead of the happy moments you shared, the memories filled with laughter and bliss or even the ones that hurt, all you could see was Jake’s head tilted towards you, his tail wagging back and forth, and the jingle of his collar that reminded you of home. You could feel the softness of his fur beneath your fingers, the coldness of his nose on your palm, even his presence on the foot of your bed, and it wasn’t enough. Your heart felt heavy in your chest, weighed down by so much grief and longing you thought it would surely suffocate you.

They say death is the easiest part, that it’s actually the moments before death that are the scariest. Saying goodbye, letting go, wishing you had more time.

God, you wished you had more time.

“I’m so sorry for your loss.” The veterinarian’s voice cuts through your thoughts, echoing in the cries of your mother and your heart breaks a little more.

You only nod at her, accepting the hug she offered you and stepping back a moment later. On the table, your beloved dog Jake lay motionless, his eyes glassy and empty. A sob threatens to fall from your lips at the sight of him, how dead he looks, so you turn away.

When she holds out Jake’s collar and leash, you just stare blankly at them. His name tag glints under the fluorescent lights, the leash attached jingling against the metal of his collar and you don’t even realize you’re crying until you feel the tears on your cheeks. It’s just a collar, you think. It’s a goddamn collar.

“Oh,” the vet murmurs. “I, uh, I’ll give them to your boyfriend out in the lobby, okay?”

You shake your head, giving one last look at Jake on the table, and take the leash and collar in your hands. “I’ll do it.”

Before you could think twice about it, you walked away. With every step you took that led you further away from Jake, your heart ached painfully, a reminder of all that you had lost. You will yourself to stop crying, to stop being a mess, but it’s too late. People sent you pitying looks as you strolled towards the lobby, so you cast your tear filled gaze down until you reached where your boyfriend sat.

“Y/N.” As soon as you walk into the waiting room, you’re captured in a bear hug by the one and only Peter Parker. Inhaling his comforting scent, you all but crumple into his arms. He only holds you closer, letting you cry softly into the crook of his neck. “I’m here,” he whispers, repeating those words like a mantra in your ears.

When you realize there are, in fact, people sitting in the lobby you pull back and wipe your cheeks. “I’m sorry.” Your voice is caked with grief, making your eyes water all over again. This really is the worst.

Peter sends you a quizzical look. “Don’t apologize,” he says. “Let’s go home, okay?”

You shake your head. “I can’t go back there. He-“ your voice breaks “-he won’t be there.”

Immediately Peter’s gaze softens and he hugs you again, only pulling away to cup your face in his hands. “How about my apartment,” he offers. “Aunt May can make us hot chocolate and we can watch every Harry Potter movie. That sound alright?”

You nod, looking behind your shoulder to see your sibling gathering your mother in a hug in the hallway. They nod to you, as if letting you know it was ok to leave. Clutching Peter’s hand, you walk away from the sorrow filled rooms of the animal hospital, leaving Jake and the reality of his death behind.

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When you and Peter finally reach his apartment, your tears had dried and your mind felt empty. It was almost as if the last couple of hours had never happened, and Peter was worried about you, especially the blank stare your eyes held. Aunt May was carrying two cups of piping hot chocolate when you and Peter walked through the door, her eyes warm and welcoming. Just like Jake’s, you thought to yourself. You felt the familiar sting of tears but they never came.

“Hi sweetie,” she smiled softly and gave Peter a look you couldn’t decipher. “I made your favorite lunch, whenever you’re feeling ready to eat.”

Peter squeezes your hand, and you flinch when you realize you hadn’t replied to her. “Oh. Sounds great May, thank you.”

Their apartment feels like a second home to you, mostly because you spend all your time with Peter here, either curled up on the couch or ‘studying’ in his room. You inhale, the scent making you feel comfortable and safe. Peter notices your shoulders relax, and you don’t miss the way he visibly calms when you shrug off your shoes and make yourself at home, like you’d done a million times before.

When you walk into his room to get your favorite pillow of his and a charger for your phone, you don’t expect to fall apart. You were prepared to do that in the comfort of your own home, when you would realize Jake will never curl up in his bed again, and the tears would come like second nature. That, you were prepared for. But weren’t ready to fall apart in Peter Parker’s bedroom.

The first thing you see when you reach for his charger plugged into the wall by his window is a framed picture. Your heart stops as you examine it, the charger forgotten at your feet. The picture is of you and Peter sitting in a park, his arm wrapped around your shoulders and your smile so bright it hurts you to look at it. Peter is smiling too, but he’s looking at you while you look into the camera. Your legs are kicked over Peter’s, and laying beside you is Jake. His head is on your thigh, tongue halfway out, and he’s staring at you like you hung the moon.

You remember that day. Peter and you had decided to take Jake to the park, but not before getting ice cream, which Peter inevitably fed to Jake even when you told him not to. He had laughed and done it anyway, much to Jake’s delight. Then you walked to the park, and after letting Jake run around you asked a stranger to take a picture of the three of you. That was a good day.

The overwhelming urge to cry took over you, tears falling down your cheeks. You sob, clutching the picture frame in your hands. Grief claws at your throat, making it hard to breathe and you cry harder when the frame slips from your grip and crashes onto the floor, breaking into pieces.

“No, no, no,” you sob, falling to your knees. You tried to put the glass back together, but it was like your heart: shattered. The frame was in pieces, the picture inside covered in glass, one piece cutting across Jake’s face and it was so ironic you almost laughed.

You barely heard Peter call your name, his voice drowned out in your sobs. A few moments later his arms were around you, gathering you in a hug and dragging you away from the glass around you. You melted into Peter’s arms, sobbing relentlessly. He rubbed soothing circles into the small of your back, murmuring calming words in your ears.

“He’s gone,” you cried. “He’s gone and I’ll never get him back.”

Memories of Jake filled your thoughts. Jake licking your cheek, you feeding him underneath the table while you mom scolded you half heartedly, walking him around your neighborhood. He would always cuddle up under your covers, taking up half the bed, and you would never mind. You never cared, as long as he was there, with his soft ears and cold nose. You couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t be. Not without Jake.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Peter murmured. He drew away for only a moment, wiping away a tear on your cheek with his thumb. “I love you so much. And you know who else did? Jake. You gave him an amazing life, Y/N. He loved you every second of every day, even on his last day.”

You sob again, the sound filling you with so much anguish you wouldn’t mind if you drowned in it right then and there. When Peter tried to console you again, you pushed him away roughly.

“You don’t understand, Peter,” you snapped, voice caked with tears. “Jake is dead. He’s dead, just like your parents. And just like your parents, I will never get him back.”

Peter’s eyes are wide, and your composure almost crumbles at the sight of tears growing in his eyes from your harsh words. But you can’t stop, the words coming too hard and too fast.

“So don’t tell me some bull about him always being in my heart, because if he isn’t here, I’m not going to hold on to some half version of him.” You took a deep breath and hauled yourself to your feet. A fresh batch of tears welled in your eyes but you blinked them away as quick as they came. “I can’t be here without him, Peter. He was the one thing holding me together, and now he’s gone.”

When you try to walk past him, all of a sudden Peter was on his feet and holding you back by your wrist. Your breath hitches in your throat, choking back the sob that threatens to bubble from your lips. When you turn around Peter’s cheeks are wet with his tears, but his eyes are narrowed in hurt and betrayal.

“What about me, Y/N?” His voice makes you look away, the sound of it filled with so much emotion you almost fall to your knees. “So now I’m what, chopped liver? I mean nothing to you? I love you so much, Y/N. If I had a dollar for every time someone I cared about died, I wouldn’t be living in Queens. Please don’t let this destroy you.”

Ripping away from his grip, you don’t think twice before turning to leave again. “This is different, Peter,” you whisper into the silence. “I have to go.”

Peter doesn’t try to stop you when you storm out of his apartment, which somehow made your decision that much more painful. The sting of misery surrounds you as you walk further away from Peter, but this time, it’s as familiar as breathing.

When you’re standing on the street, tears streaming down your face, something hits you. And for just one moment, one lingering second, you can feel him. His warm body pressed against your legs, a reminder of everything he was and everything he isn’t. You cry into the empty street, your hands grasping for him even though you know he was never really there.

“Please don’t leave me alone,” you whimper. “Please, Jake, please don’t go.”

And as you hold your head in your hands, tears filling your palms, you try to ignore the gnawing feeling of grief that fills you. At that moment, after you had just left the love of your life behind and the pain of your dog’s death hits you full on, it’s almost like you could see your life crumbling into little pieces. Never to be put back together again.

People don’t know shit about death.

#peter parker #angst #peter parker x reader #peter parker imagine #peter x reader #peter fic #peter parker fic #marvel imagine #avengers imagine #peter parker fanfiction #this physically hurt me hahaha #wintersparker

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justasfacelessasever · 3 years

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My boys are soft

#bucky barnes #the winter solider #kid bucky #bucky x toro #buckytoro #winterspark #toro raymond #toro the flaming kid #toro #thomas raymond #the human torch #marvel #bucky barnes the winter soldier

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justlous-art · 4 years

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the “distracted boyfriend” meme: buckytorotony edition

for context: toro is bucky’s best friend from the WWII who appeared as the partner of the original human torch aka jim hammond and with steve and namor they were all in a same team named the invaders. it’s canon that tony grew worshipping toro and jim so with a mutual we joked about bucky finding out tony’s crush... and here is the final outcome 😌

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invaders-forever · 3 months

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Tag game: tag 9 people you’d like to get to know better

Tagged by: @queer-ragnelle

Last song: Nothing's Gonna Stand In Our Way by Spectre General

Currently watching: Merlin 1998 ig

Three ships: Andrivette/Kay/Bedivere OTP, Lancelot/Kay started as a crack ship but they're v easy for me to write and draw stuff for, Winterspark (ToroxBucky) i don't really hardcore ship it anymore but i owe those who wrote stuff for it a lot for giving me actual interaction between those two. Whenever i write bucky and toro i try to make it ambiguous so they can have some content too

Favorite color: Yellow, but also blue and silver/white (kay colours lol)

Currently consuming: ....watered down fanta from work

First Ship: Probably Man at arms and the sorceress from the og He-Man, but in true fandom culture it was selina kyle/bruce wayne

Relationship status: single

Last movie: Lancelot du Lac (the bland french one with all the ass shots)

Currently working on: ooh boy um, animating a mock pilot for a tv show (technically school but also passion project), bad things happen bingo entries, a fanfic about Gaheris and Gareth, and fanfic about Galahad and Gareth, numerous lyric inspired art on the arthuriana bois (mostly gareth im having a phase here lol), Arthuriana Band AU and my webcomic Pendragon High are kinda on the back burner rn but im still bopping them around my head

Tagging: @some-sort-of-siren, @swiggnblob, @toro-raymond, @merlinsbeardcomb, @frostbite-merun, @daliathewitch,

that's all i can think of rn but if someone else wants to do it they can =)

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flashfuture · 3 years

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Gotta say I’ve been loving the old Invader stuff and have been trolling the tags. I’m in love with Bucky x Toro in the war. I haven’t seen this before so to all those who love them like I do enjoy some protective angst.

#Invaders #1975 Vol 1 20 #Bucky Barnes #Toro #Winterspark

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whatcouldgowrong-ohthat · 3 years

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Yall hookin' me up with drabbles for this weekend! Thanks xD

#requests #marvel stuff #marvel requests #scott lang x reader #romanogers #winterspark

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mightytwogunkid · 5 years

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The Simplified Story of Bucky and Toro

@gegeru replied to your post

teach me senpai

ayt here’s the short version (not so short actually i got passionate lol)

So Bucky Barnes the TEENAGE sidekick to Steve Rogers known as Captain America & Toro Raymond the teenage sidekick to Jim Hammond the Human Torch

So Bucky and Toro met back in the summer of 1941. Steve often had alone missions (more dangerous, remember that Bucky was like 13 before all that got retconned) so he left Bucky to do speeches in front of the Sentinels of Liberty (which is like a political group but also a Captain America fan club). Bucky Meets four other boys with who he forms the Young Allies

Then Toro shows up (he was probably bored) and decides he’s the leader now. (Toro had been a sidekick longer than Bucky) Bucky doesn’t agree, they fight the Red Skull and become best of friends

Just think about the fact that Marvel’s first team-up series was a Bucky/Toro event

The U.S. entered WW2 a few months later. Toro and Bucky was part of the Invaders alongside Steve, Jim, Namor and other heroes that joined later (or were retconned as part of the team)

They were also part of the Kid Commandos, the junior division of the Invaders

The Young Allies were still a thing while they were at war, the other members having joined the military as well.

(if you’re an MCU fan, you may ask yourself where do the Howling Commandos fit in all this, and the answer is: nowhere, it was actually Nick Fury (now Sr)’s team (bucky and steve teamed up with them tho)

Which meant that unless Bucky was on a mission alone with Cap or being kidnapped cuz he liked rushing into things, Bucky spent most of his time with Toro.

Death and resurrection under the read more (there’s also a TL;DR)

The perfect expression to describe Bucky and Toro would be “Thick as thieves”. One of their favourite activities was annoying the heck out of Namor.

It’s important to note that Namor deeply cares about the two boys tho, he’s “Uncle Namor” basically.

Then as we all know, Bucky, Steve and Jim all “died”. Only Toro and Namor (out of the main invaders) survived WW2. Toro got married but was killed horribly during the ’50s.

And now we get to the part about what makes this an EPIC friendship that survives death and 70 years apart

So as everyone knows Captain America was found in ice and Bucky was a brainwashed assassin for the Red Room, but Steve freed him. Then came Civil War and Steve was killed awaiting trial. Bucky became Captain America.

Bucky went and looked to see what had happened to all his war buddies (2 of them were still alive, one died the same night Bucky visited him, the other a few months later).

Now this where it all happens, in Invaders/Avengers. I recommend reading it because I really like it but a quick summary: The Invaders time travel to the present time. The invaders fight the mighty avengers, then they realize they are fighting for nothing. The New Avengers join in, they all fight the life model decoys that are rebelling, then the invaders go back to their time, some avengers go with them, they all foil hydra’s plans and the avengers return to their time.

Now for the Bucky & Toro subplot: sidekick!ww2!bucky meets some dude dressed as Captain America that is clearly NOT Steve. (remember it’s older Bucky but neither does younger Bucky nor the PUBLIC know that). Captain America tells younger Bucky to take care of his arm and to not go on the bombs, to not be a hero just once

Toro finds out that he dies saving Namor from the Mad Thinker. Because of the wording of the dude that told him and information Toro does not have, he’s left to believe that Jim and Steve left him to die. (Steve was on ice and Jim was “dead”, but they came back to life after Toro had died but Toro didn’t know that he just knew they were alive AFTER he had died so he assumed they were alive WHEN he had died, you get me?)

now this scene here, is SUPER important, because now Bucky sees that his death, also affects Toro’s death

When Bucky went back to his time, he held the cosmic cube. He had the opportunity to change his fate, to not die the way thew future Cap had warned him about. But he can’t. Then later, when that fateful day comes, he ignores future Cap again as well as Steve because a lot of people could die from that bomb and he can’t let that happen, he’s a hero. And he can’t change the past without any consequences. He falls, you what happened.

In the present, Toro digs his way out of a grave. The original Vision (a martian and an Invader) is waiting for him. Someone wanted Toro to live.

Present time!captain America!Bucky helped Toro adapt to modern times.

For a while Toro was in character limbo, Marvel had kind of forgotten about him. marvel often forgets about Bucky’s friends. Bucky also died in Fear Itself (and after he came back to life, Marvel was like, you know all those friends he made while he was Captain America, well let’s just ignore that they were friends, especially when it comes to former circus kids.)

Toro was in custody of SHIELD where they ran tests on him. They thought he was a mutant, but it Turned out he was actually an Inhuman (which meant he had alien blood), and he was invited to New Attilan, home of the Inhumans.

Now Toro shows up from time to time in Inhuman-related storylines and the Invaders comic (although on rare occasions, mostly in flashbacks, he’s more like a part-time member and doesn’t really fight alongside the others). Marvel doesn’t really let him team up with Bucky much probably because (1) It would be total chaos and (2) it would ruin Bucky’s dark and broody image that makes him popular as the Winter Soldier

so this is the simplified version, there’s more to it and there’s stuff that’s been retconned multiple times because golden age (All-Winners Squad and their ages and Steve and Bucky's death, the replacement cap and Bucky, Bucky being trained and his meeting with Steve was staged and other stuff) and i mostly did this out of memory so I must have forgotten multiple stuff so please feel free to correct me or add anything

too long; didn’t read: So basically, Bucky had 2 best friends, Steve who was like his older brother/father figure and Toro, his buddy and Bucky spent most of the time he wasn’t with Steve alongside Toro. Bucky decided to resurrect Toro instead of saving his own life

#bucky/toro #comics #invaders #bucky barnes #toro raymond #wintersparks #bucky x toro #toro #bucky #Winter Soldier #gegeru #long post

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