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[flightlessangelwings]

Together

Tasm!Peter Parker x fem!reader (no use of y/n)

Word count: 3k

Warnings: smut (18+ ONLY!), unprotected sex, established adult relationship, oral (f receiving), pinned against the wall, use of super strength, argument leading to sex, feelings, emotions, protectiveness 

Prompts: “It’s always my fault, isn’t it?” and “I really don’t care; you look hot and I’m trying not to fuck you senseless right now.”

Notes: Written for @mattmurdocksscars follower celebration writing challenge! Congrats again on the followers, Amanda!! I saw these and immediately the idea popped into my head and I’m so happy with how this turned out! I’ve really missed writing for Peter too! Enjoy!

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You paced the apartment nervously. 

He should have been back hours ago, yet Peter was nowhere to be found. And although you tried to do whatever you could to help him, mostly by being his home base in a sense and sitting with him on the other end of a communicator, Peter tended to push you away from his vigilante life. It frustrated you to no end, and you knew that his communicator didn’t always just break conveniently whenever he got himself into a more sticky situation. 

But now it was past three in the morning, and you hadn’t heard from Spiderman, Peter, since he got into an altercation and cut off communication. Again. You screamed into your end of the line, but all you got was silence on the other end. And that helplessness made you so angry. So, instead of being helpful, all you could do was circle the small space you shared with Peter while you hoped that he was ok.

Finally, after what felt like forever, you heard a soft thud at the window and you looked over to see the familiar figure slide in. Relief washed over you as you watched Peter take his mask off and unzip the back of his outfit. He exhaled deeply as he rolled the top half down until his chest was exposed, and the fresh bruises you saw instantly brought back those uneasy feelings once more.

“Dammit Pete!” you shouted, getting his attention, “What the hell happened?!”

Peter’s mouth dropped open as he stared at you dumbfounded; you had never reacted like this before in all the time you knew he was Spiderman and he wasn’t sure what to make of it, “Whaaat? What’s the matter?”

“‘What’s the matter?!’” you spat back, “Peter, you cut me out… Again,” you couldn’t help the tears of frustration that welled in your eyes, “Every time things get tough, you always push me away,” when he was about to retort back you interrupted, “And I don’t buy that you lose your earpiece or it gets broken every single time!”

Peter let out a deep sigh and decided not to lie to you, “I’m sorry,” his eyes dropped to the floor, “But you know how dangerous it is,” he looked back up at you, “I have these powers, I can take care of myself… But you… I can’t be out there saving New York and worrying about you too!” His own emotions bubbled over and he raised his voice at you without meaning to.

“Oh, so it’s my fault,” you felt the rage build within you but you didn’t care how irrational you were being, “It’s always my fault isn’t it? I make you lose focus? That’s an excuse Peter, and you know it!”

As he watched your outburst, it finally hit him: you weren’t angry, you were afraid. You were afraid that he wouldn’t come back to you one night. You were afraid he would get too hurt while fighting a bad guy. You were afraid he would disappear and you’d never know what happened to him. All the exact fears Peter held for you were reflected in your eyes and he realized what an idiot he was being. All the time he thought he was protecting you, he was actually inadvertently hurting you, and he didn’t even know it until that moment.

Peter’s face softened and his shoulders dropped as he whispered your name. His gaze bore into yours as he watched your own body slowly relax as well. You could tell from the look in his eyes that Peter was sorry, and suddenly you felt bad for yelling at him, even if your feelings were valid. You knew he only wanted to keep you safe, and you knew he could handle himself with whatever he got into. But you cared so much about him that you still couldn’t help but worry.

As the two of you stared at each other in silence, neither knowing what to say next, Peter’s gaze dropped down to study your figure. And that was when he noticed that your legs were completely bare. Being so late into the night, all you wore was an oversized t-shirt that barely tickled the tops of your thighs. A tinge of red highlighted his face as he swallowed hard and you suddenly became aware of just how much skin you showed.

The tension was thick in the room, and you cleared your throat nervously as you tugged at your shirt, “Listen, it’s late,” you started to turn for the bedroom, “I’m just glad you’re back. Let’s talk about this in the morning, ok?”

Just as you tried to walk away, Peter suddenly flicked his wrist and a string of his webbing caught you by your wrist. You gasped in surprise as you turned back to face him and saw a newfound fire burn behind his eyes. Peter’s jaw was clenched tight and even from the other side of the room, you saw the flush in his face.

“Wait,” he sounded strained, as if he physically held himself back, “I really don’t care about anything else,” Peter panted as he gave his webbing a small tug, “You look so hot, and I’m trying not to fuck you senseless right now.”

Your mouth dropped open as you felt a rush of arousal wash over your body. Whenever Peter looked at you like that, it made you weak in the knees, and you could never say no to him. Especially when his Spiderman suit was rolled halfway down his body to reveal his toned chest.

“Then get over here and fuck me senseless, Pete,” you tone was low as you fuddled with the webbing that was stuck to your skin.

As if a flip switched in his head, Peter groaned at the voice you used and gave the webbing a fierce tug. With a surprised shriek, you suddenly felt yourself pulled across the room, guided by the webbing and Peter’s super strength until you were securely in his arms. Without hesitation, he kissed you deeply as he spun your bodies around so that your back hit the wall.

You let out a gasp as you found yourself pinned, and Peter used your open mouth to his advantage. He dove his tongue onto your mouth, deepening the kiss, while he lifted your arm above your head and used the webbing on your wrist to pin you to the wall. You moaned into his mouth as you surrendered to him and used your free hand to claw at his shoulder.

“Pete…” you whispered between kisses as his hands roamed all over your body.

“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” he murmured against your skin as he kissed his way along your neck.

His hands dipped underneath your shirt and palmed at your breasts. You arched your back and let out a loud moan under his loving touches. Hot and heavy, both of you felt a sudden wave of desperation crash over you and you knew that tonight was not a night for teasing. You needed him and he needed you. And the way he bucked his half hard cock against your body told you all you needed to know.

Peter kissed his way back up your neck and took your lips with his once more as his hands dropped down to your hips. He gave them a squeeze before he ran the tips of his fingers along the hem of your panties and you felt him smile into your mouth when he realized you wore his favorite.

“My little minx,” Peter purred in a low tone.

“You like it,” you smirked back as you rocked your body against his. 

“Oh shit, honey,” he groaned as he teased your pussy through the fabric, “You know I can’t resist you when you look like this.” Just as you were weak for Peter, he was just as weak for you, if not more so. All it ever took was one look from you, one hint of want, and he was done for. “You’re so beautiful,” he showed you with kisses and praises at the same time, “I’m so lucky I get to come home to you every night.”

“Peter…” you mind swam in the bliss that was his touch. Your mouth dropped open and you let out a gasp when his fingers teased your clit. “Please… Don’t tease me tonight. I need you too bad.”

Peter groaned when he felt how wet you were through your panties, and between your pleas and the desperate look in your eyes, he couldn’t hold himself back anymore. He quickly hooked your panties with his fingers and pushed them aside to reveal your dripping cunt. He licked his lips and breathed your name as he guided your legs apart one with hand and hastily tugged his suit down with the other.

Once he stepped free from his suit, Peter wrapped his hand around his cock and gave it a few pumps, all under your piercing gaze. You watched him with bated breath, your one hand still locked above your head as you waited for his next move with gleeful anticipation. 

“Fuck me, Pete,” you moaned as you bucked your hips against him and grabbed onto his shoulder again.

Passion burned behind his eyes as he grabbed your hips and lifted you up with ease. You let out a soft yelp, but it quickly turned into a moan when you felt the tip of his cock at your entrance. A string of curses spilled from both your lips as Peter thrust himself into you.

You let out a scream when you finally felt filled by him, and you tug your nails into his back when he immediately thrust himself in and out of you in a steady rhythm. Peter’s grip stayed tight on your hips, leaving your legs to dangle on either side of his body while he rocked into you. He rested his forehead against yours and fought to keep his eyes open so he could watch your every little reaction.

Too filled with need to take it slow, Peter snapped his hips against yours as he fucked you desperately. Moans and groans filled the small space as he held you against the wall and thrust into you over and over again. Skin slapped against skin as you clung to him with your free hand and let him enter you over and over again. It was hot, heated and frantic, and it was everything you both needed at that moment. 

“Oh fuck… Peter… I’m…” The heat quickly built up in your body, and every time he was fully buried inside you, he hit that spot that drove you wild. At this angle, Peter’s cock was deeper than it had ever been before, and it made your climax build that much quicker.

“Me too…” he groaned as his sweaty forehead stayed plastered to yours, “You feel so good like this, baby.”

“So do you, Pete…” you whispered.

Your words made him pause for a moment when he was fully sheathed inside you. Both of you let out low moans at the motion and you both just looked into each other’s eyes for several moments. The heat that quickly built up between your bodies was palpable, and the tears in both of your eyes were apparent. Even in the heat of the moment, there were so many words you both wanted to say yet couldn’t quite find.

“Come on,” he snapped back into the present and thrust his hips against yours in a fast and desperate rhythm once more.

The scream you let out went right to his cock, and as he felt your inner muscles clench around him, Peter knew he wouldn’t last much longer. But, neither would you, and with just a few more thrusts of his cock, you came with a loud scream. Your nails dug into Peter’s skin so hard you were sure you felt blood, but neither of you cared. Peter kept up his frantic pace as you rode out your orgasm until his own took over.

With a low groan of your name, Peter’s eyes snapped shut as he spilled himself deep inside you. You whimpered as you felt him fill you up even more, and you swam in the ecstasy of pleasure as he continued to rock into you for as long as he could.

A heavy sigh escaped his lips as he stilled himself inside you and collapsed his upper body against yours. Peter’s hands still kept a strong hold of you, never once faltering or threatening to let you go. Both of you breathed heavily as you steadied your racing hearts while you stayed still against the other. 

It was late into the right, and you were sure Peter was spent, but he had other plans for you.

Slowly and carefully, Peter pulled out of you with a groan. He peppered soft, sweet kisses along your face when you whimpered and carefully set your legs down onto the floor. Your arm started to tingle from being held above your head for so long, but once you opened your eyes and met Peter’s, suddenly you didn’t notice that anymore.

You weren’t quite sure what to make of the look on his face. He was exhausted, you could tell, and the glow he always had after he fucked you was previlant. But there was something else there… something sadder.

“Peter?” you asked in a whisper as you cupped his face.

He said your name in a prayer as he suddenly dropped to his knees in front of you and wrapped his arms around your body, “I’m so sorry, sweetheart,” he choked back a sob, “You were right. I shouldn’t have pushed you away,” he tightened his grip on you as he buried his face into you, “I was just so scared of losing you… I thought this was the best way to keep you safe,” he sighed as you rested your hand in his hair, “But all I can do is trust you,” he looked up at you, “And I do, I trust you more than anyone,” he paused as he took a breath, “So from now on, we do this together. Alright?”

A smile lit up your face, “Deal,” you tried to pull him up to stand, but he kept his place on his knees, “Pete…?”

He moaned your name, “I need,” Peter’s eyes trailed down your figure to your pussy. He licked his lips as he watched the glisten from both your releases highlight your beautiful cunt, and the panties still stayed to the side to frame you perfectly.

Without another word, Peter dove into your core and covered your clit with his mouth. You threw your head back and let out a loud scream, your pussy still sensitive from being so throughouly fucked. Your free hand clasped his hair as you tugged hard while he swirled his tongue along your folds. 

Peter hummed against you as he guided one of your legs to rest over his shoulder, giving him better access to your pussy. You were too lost in your blis to notice the shift in weight, but you were aware of Peter’s strong grip on you. You trusted him never to let you fall, and you allowed yourself to relinquish yourself completely to him.

“Fuck… Fuck… Oh Peter…” you cried out in pleasure as you felt him work you with his tongue. 

Still sensitive from having cum once, it took almost no time for another climax to build within you. Heat rose from your core, and with every flick of Peter’s tongue, you felt yourself inch closer and closer to orgasm. He moaned into you as he savored the taste of you, and his tight grip kept you safe and secure. It only took a few more swipes for you to cum again into his mouth, screaming his name as you did so. 

Peter kept going until your legs shook on either side of him. When he broke away from your pussy with a loud pop, he looked up at you with glazed over eyes and just soaked in the sight before him. Your eyes were closed, your arm still pinned above you, and your one leg was still draped over him. You were open and exposed and vulnerable, and you had never looked more beautiful to him.

He would have been happy to stay on his knees like that for the rest of the night, but he saw the fatigue in your face, so he knew it was time to take care of you, “Hang on, baby,” Peter gently set your one leg down before he rose to stand, “I’ve got you.”

“I know you do,” you whispered as you blinked your eyes open, “That was fucking amazing,” you giggled, “But my arm is numb. Could you cut me out?”

Peter exhaled with relief as he grinned at you, “Hang on,” he carefully broke you free and immediately caught you when you collapsed forward, “Hey, hey,” he whispered your name, “You ok?

“Great,” you replied back right away, “Just tired now.” Between the outburst of emotions, the argument, and the needy sex, you were wiped out, and all you wanted to to lay in bed with your Peter.

And in what felt like a flash, that was exactly where you ended up. Peter stripped you both so that you could lay skin to skin together, just like how you both liked it. He wrapped his arms around you and held you close as you rested your head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat. But, before sleep completely took you over, you extended your arm out and held him just as tightly as he held you.

“I’ve got you too,” you whispered as you dozed off, “I love you, Peter Parker.”

Peter couldn’t help the smile that lit up his face as he gave you an extra squeeze, “I know you do,” he murmured your name as he kissed the top of your head, “I love you too.” 

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[ironstrangeao3]

Master of the North Pole Sanctum

by Trickstress

‘It started as a normal December morning in the Sanctum Sanctorum. Stephen woke up slowly for the first time in months as he took in the calm atmosphere with a healthy sense of caution.

It was quiet.

Too quiet.’

Similar to Earth’s magnetic poles, occasionally Earth’s magic ley lines will swap when there is great need. This means that the Sanctums will move with them. When Stephen finds himself one December morning suddenly located with the Sanctum Santorum in the North Pole, he’s going to find himself some lost history of the sorcerers and a new position as Santa.

Crack premise treated seriously. Updating regularly until Christmas.

Words: 1162, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Doctor Strange (Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Stephen Strange, Wong (Marvel), Cloak of Levitation - Character, Santa Claus, Peter Parker, Tony Stark, America Chavez, Morgan Stark

Relationships: Tony Stark/Stephen Strange

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Crack Treated Seriously, or what I like to call: Crack Adjacent, ley lines, The Sanctums move locations, Congrats Stephen Strange you now live in the North Pole, Santa Strange, Secret society of North Pole Sorcerers, Eat your heart out Hallmark Christmas movies

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/42823719

#tony stark #stephen strange #ironstrange #fanfic #ao3

[peterpparkerwrites]

begin again - part three

a/n: currently on hiatus - look at my pinned post for more info! I have this series and the following ones scheduled to post twice a day - once at 11:00 AM PST and once at 5:00 PM PST. since I will be gone and can’t update links, if you want to find previous parts, just scroll down my page :) warnings: language, death mentions, ptsd/anxiety pairing: college peter parker x reader word count: 4.3k

masterlist ~ requests are closed ~ part four

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"I got in, I got in!" You did a little dance around Peter and waved a paper around, making him laugh at how weird you were being without anyone even caring. "The newspaper just gave me this acceptance letter, I'm the only freshman that got accepted, can you believe it!"

"'Course I can, you're an amazing photographer, congrats," he grinned while you finally stopped running circles around him.

It had only been a few days since he peeked through your photos and this was the first time he had seen you since he returned your notebook - and he was still surprised at your positive attitude that never seemed to go away.

"Dude this is gonna be great," you squealed, "Okay, I'll shut up now, sorry. I know we're here to study but we should also get started on that project for photo, too."

"Good idea," he agreed, watching how you blew some hair out of your face and struggled to stuff the paper in your bag.

Even out of breath and flustered, he was beginning to really notice how pretty you were (not that he wasn't aware before), and how he always was in a better mood when you were around, how he started to go out of his way to spend time with you even if it wasn't for studying or a project.

It was starting to get a little worrisome getting this close to you, but right now, he was ignoring it.

"We should try that new coffee place on fifth," you grinned, falling into step next to him after fighting with your bag for a moment. "I've heard from a review it has really good black coffee, so I'm sure you'll love that."

"Where would you have even heard that from?" He chuckled, "Who reviews black coffee?"

"I have my ways," you said mysteriously, trying not to giggle at his expression. "But I did hear that it's cheap. And I love cheap things."

"Fine, we'll go to your new-cheap-good-black-coffee coffee shop," he agreed, shaking his head at your pleased expression.

Peter listened to you ramble about your grade in bio for most of the walk from campus to the cafe, finding your presence calming despite your outgoing personality. He tried not to stare too much when you got that excited expression on your face when you were talking about something you loved - the way your eyes lit up and you waved your hands around, lips spread into a wide smile - you looked breathtaking to him.

"Oh, shit," you suddenly muttered and tugged him arm to make him stop, and he realized you had frozen by a broadcast on one of the televisions in an electronics shop you were both walking by. He was so distracted looking at you that he hadn't noticed you even stopped talking.

He would really have to stop doing that.

But that was the least of his worries when he focused on the news, the scene playing out on the screen making him feel a little sick. New York wasn't a stranger to gun violence, and neither was he - but seeing it on the tv tended to trigger those memories for him, and it didn't help that the woman broadcasting the news of a shootout had a photo of Spider-Man in the lefthand corner.

"Three people were announced dead at the scene," the broadcaster spoke clearly, the words making you frown while Peter tensed next to you. "Police were too late to the shootout and the victims couldn't be saved in time. Times like this are when New Yorkers have to ask - where's our hero in situations like these?"

"Spider-Man's bein' selfish, not helping out now when we need him most," an old lady tutted next to you both. Peter felt the usual guilt that came whenever someone brought up Spider-Man's disappearance, but he was a little surprised to see you get angry.

"Hey, that's not true," you snapped, "It's not his job to protect people, he did it because he wanted to, and he's saved countless lives. Do you really think that's 'selfish'?"

She made an annoyed sound and walked away while you shook your head, turning to Peter, "That shit really pisses me off."

"She's sorta got a point," he muttered, hoping maybe you wouldn't hear, but you shot him a look.

"Hey, don't make me yell at you, too," you raised an eyebrow, giving him an almost challenging look. "He doesn't owe us anything, if he wanted to stop, he should be able to without-without baby boomers trying to blame a rise in crime on him."

"You don't think it's his fault crime is going up?" He asked, hoping his tone didn't sound guilty. All he heard was that it was his fault crime seemed to be worsening, and it wasn't hard for him to believe it.

"Of course not. There isn't a Spider-Man in LA or Chicago and crime goes up in those places, too. With or without Spider-Man there would be problems. New York had crime before him and it's not his fault if it goes on after him, too. He's a good guy and that old lady is full of it," you huffed, not noticing Peter's reddening cheeks.

"Okay, Miss Spider-Man Fan Club President, I won't get on your bad side ever," Peter managed to joke as you rolled your eyes. "How about coffee on me today?"

"Hey, if you're offering, then hell yeah."

It was only a few minutes later that you both reached the shop, quickly ordering coffees and sitting down. Peter insisted on paying despite you saying he really didn't have to, which made you smirk a little but allow him to.

"One disgusting black coffee for you, one good normal coffee for me," you said cheekily, setting the drinks on the table after picking them up from the front. "You know, a little cream wouldn't hurt."

"I'm good, thanks," he chuckled, picking up the cup and taking a sip, "Okay, what were you thinking for the project?"

You folded your hands on the table, frowning. "Well it's pretty broad, we could do anything with it."

Your photography professor wasn't kidding when he said that you would be paired for a ton of projects for the semester. You and Peter had already done a couple, but now it was a bigger one - he wanted everyone to submit an entry for a local photography contest, and he made it part of the grade as well. The winner would get something silly like a gift card and recognition, but he wanted the class to have experience in entering in competitions and getting feedback from judges.

Peter nodded at your response, grabbing a notebook from his bag and opening it. "What's the theme again? Nostalgia?"

"Bingo," you replied, getting your own books and a pencil out. "Like I said it's broad, we could do almost anything with it."

"You already have an idea, don't you?" He asked a little cheekily, knowing by now the expression you made when you were getting a good idea.

"Well I was thinking maybe..." you trailed off, tapping your pencil to your head. "Sentimental items? Like, we could get together portraits of people holding items that mean something to them, and get little quotes from them about when they had those items and why they're nostalgic about them."

Peter's eyes brightened at the idea, "That sounds really good, actually. How many people should we ask?"

"Why don't we put an ad up?" You suggested, smiling as the idea seemed to fold itself out in front of you, "We can get a bunch of people to come to a location on campus and we can photograph them for the project, it can be an all day thing - I'll ask the school paper to put one in too. We could probably get a ton of photos to work with."

"You know what else we could do," he leaned forward a little, an excited glint in his eye that you hadn't seen before. "We could get those photos and collage them together into letters to spell out 'nostalgia', it'll fit with the theme and that way we can showcase everyone's items that participate. All we'd have to do is mess with the shadows to create light in certain areas, and when we put them together it'll spell the word."

"Peter that's an amazing idea!" You complimented, the genuine tone making Peter's cheeks turn a little pink, "Dude, we're totally gonna win this thing, we just need to get enough people."

"That won't be a problem, you could set your mind to anything and get it accomplished," he chuckled, not noticing you hiding a smile at the compliment.

"Let's get started, then."

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It was easier than you imagined - the project wasn't due for weeks, but you both wanted to have enough time to get the actual photos taken, so you posted ads around campus, in the newspaper, and a few other places (Peter had May put some up at her work as well). It was simple - if anyone wanted to participate in a project all they had to do was bring one item that held important significance to them, be okay with being photographed, and show up at a photoshoot room you and Peter had found on campus.

Surprisingly a ton of people responded and said they could come, and it was going nicely.

The first lady that came in was old, looking like she could barely hold herself up with her cane, but she was obviously excited to be there.

When you asked what her nostalgic item was, she held up a little ring - it was simple and cute, and it made you "aww" out loud. "My husband gave it to me when we first became official - it was a promise ring originally and then we kept it as my engagement ring since we were tight on money in those days."

"It's beautiful," Peter commented and the lady smiled at him. "How about you hold it like this..."

You watched while Peter helped the lady pose with it, showing her a few different ways to hold it and smile for the camera. A small smile found its way on your lips as he positioned her arms, cracking a few jokes to make her laugh.

Before he moved away you snapped a few photos of them laughing together, the expression on his face adorable as he talked to her. He moved next to you as the lady posed and you took some regular photos while Peter asked her to do a few different angles.

"This is so cute," you mumbled behind the camera, causing Peter to glance your way, "I love promise rings, they're like, peak romance."

"You ever gotten one?" He asked while you just smiled and shook your head.

"One person got me one but I threw it out a car window after we broke up," you shrugged, "I was a little dramatic about it, but it cost them like five dollars, so."

He snickered, "Well that's one way to go about it, I guess."

"Have you ever given one? Or gotten one?" You asked while looking through the lens and adjusting the focus, and he could tell how much you were trying to act nonchalant about the question.

"Nope," he said, ignoring how the corner of your mouth turned up a little at that. "Thought about it once, but...never got the chance."

"That's too bad," you murmured, snapping a few more shots. "Maybe one day."

"Maybe."

You clicked the camera a few times, not noticing the look Peter was giving you while you did. He couldn't help but think about how cute you looked while you were taking pictures - your tongue poked out between your teeth and you squinted in concentration every time, to him it was adorable.

"I think that's good for now," you grinned as you handed the camera to Peter, "I'll take her to her car and you can maybe delete any bad ones that I took?"

"Sure, yeah," he mumbled, taking the camera. "Next person should be here in a few."

"Cool."

You held the door open while she used the cane to get outside, thanking you for being so sweet. It was hard to imagine her being able to drive, but she seemed to climb into the car easily enough, so you decided not to question it as she rolled down the window to say goodbye.

"You take care, now," she smiled, reaching through the window and grasping your hand in hers, "I love what you two are doing with this project."

"Thank you so much," you smiled back, "It means a lot that you're helping us out."

"Of course, you two are the cutest couple," her words made your eyes widen a little, "Reminds me of my husband and I."

"Oh, Peter and I aren't - we aren't together," you sputtered, but she just gave you a wink.

"Maybe not yet, honey, but I'm calling it now."

Another person to come in had a large record player in his arms. He was probably as old as the last lady, but his personality made him seem as young as you and Peter.

"I have so much Frank Sinatra in here," he gushed, the excitement in his eyes making you feel a little giddy. "Want to hear one?"

"Of course," you smiled, nodding at Peter to snap a few photos while the man set it up. He placed the vinyl in carefully, putting the tip down onto the record. It wasn't too scratchy as the music came out, and he gave you both a huge smile as the lyrics filled the room.

You laughed as he offered you a hand, spinning you around. Peter couldn't help but smile as he watched how your eyes crinkled at the edges as you laughed with the man, dancing around the room with him - and he definitely took some photos of it.

The man gestured at Peter to join, who tried to shake his head and wave his hands in a polite way of saying no, but you were having none of that. With a few steps you grabbed Peter's hand and pulled him to the middle of the room, wiggling your eyebrows at him.

"Fine, fine," he muttered, but he couldn't help the growing smile on his face while you put a hand on his shoulder and held your other one out to him, your expression almost daring him to dance with you.

Peter grinned a little as he took your hand and put one on your waist, pulling you close as the music got softer, the man changing the record to a more romantic song, but surprisingly...Peter didn't seem to mind. You laughed as he twirled you before bringing you back to his chest, swaying again.

"You got moves, Parker," you chuckled while he rolled his eyes.

"Had to know how to dance for prom, I wasn't gonna stand around all night," he snorted.

You laughed with him, shaking your head. The music was quiet, mostly background noise and you and Peter were getting lost in the moment, not really thinking about the job you were here to do. The record player and the man were both forgotten, and you could only focus on the feeling of Peter's warm hand in yours and the soft look in his eyes when he looked down at you.

You had never been this close to him before.

The click of the camera snapped you both out of it, and you glanced up to see the record man behind the camera giving you both a sheepish grin.

"Hope you don't mind, but you two looked adorable so I thought I'd take one so you could keep the memory," he said sweetly while you chuckled, hesitantly letting go of Peter.

"No worries," you smiled, heading back to the camera and hoping Peter couldn't see how flustered that moment made you.

Peter helped the guy pack his record player up while you looked at the photo he had taken, ignoring the warmth in your cheeks as you stared at it.

He had captured that look Peter was giving you, and you weren't sure if you were necessarily happy about that. You wanted to be, but...maybe you were reading into it too much. You hadn't known Peter that long - a few months at most. He had been closed off most of the time as well.

But the way he was staring at you-

"Thanks for the help, man," Peter gave the guy a handshake, and you realized he was leaving. He shook your hand too and thanked you for the dance, which you laughed at, thanking him as well.

"Any more people coming?" You asked once he left, ignoring the slight tension in the room.

"Yeah, couple more," he smiled a little, raising an eyebrow, "You alright?"

"Mhm," you hummed, not looking up from the pictures you were scanning through.

Both of you got through the rest of the people easily - there was a good bunch of photos, more than enough in fact, and you were really pleased with them.

Peter packed away the camera equipment while you cleaned up the food and drinks you had provided as a thank you to the people that participated. It was a little quiet after that weird moment with the dancing, but you snapped back from it pretty quick once you and Peter moved to his apartment to go over the photos.

"These came out so well," you grinned, clicking through a few, "I think we really have a chance of winning this thing."

"With your mad skills, hell yeah," he grinned while you rolled your eyes.

"You too, dude," you held up the camera showing the one he took of you and the record player man dancing around and goofing off, "This is one of my favorite ones that you took, I think."

"Me, too," he smirked, "You and your boyfriend look adorable."

"Oh, shut up," you shoved him a little while he cackled, "We are pretty cute though, huh?"

"I guess," he chuckled while you stuck your tongue out at him. "I can get them printed tomorrow, I'll swing by the printing place by my aunt's house. We can assemble it as soon as they have 'em printed, shouldn't take too long."

"Sounds good to me," you agreed, grabbing your notebooks and starting to put things away. "Thanks for the study session, I will definitely be acing that test tomorrow."

"Leaving already?" he asked, trying not to look disappointed at the fact that you were already going.

"I'm gonna go take some photos of that new homeless shelter on 23rd for the paper before the sun goes down, but good to know you'll miss me," you gave him an exaggerated wink while he laughed and shook his head, "You're welcome to join if you want?"

"Nah, it's okay," he shrugged it off, "I'm planning to meet with a friend in a bit but uh...I'll see you Monday?"

"Sure thing, see you later Parker," you gave him two finger guns as you left his apartment, grinning when you heard him laugh at you on the way out.

He wasn't planning to meet with a friend, but he needed an excuse. It was getting too easy to hang around you now, and it was getting too easy for him to picture what it would be like to hold your hand, to take you out on dates, to be with you.

The last thing he needed was another relationship, not when the wound still felt so fresh from his last one. He needed a distraction, a way to spend time away from you so he could stop feeling these stupid feelings.

Maybe it was time he picked up an old hobby again.

With a little reluctance, he got up and moved over to his closet, swinging the doors open. He mostly had sweaters and hoodies hanging up, considering it was winter, but he yanked them all to the side and let his eyes land on the one thing he hadn't planned on getting out ever again.

Peter stared at the suit, running his fingers over the material. Nick Fury had it made for him after she died, giving it to him in case he wanted to be Spider-Man again. His old one had been ruined - her blood was all over it and even if it wasn't, he couldn't stand to have that suit anymore, not after that day.

This one was...different. It was black and red, not blue and red. He didn't mind it, but something about the change made it feel almost wrong. Blue and red was his thing - people would see that color combo and immediately think of Spider-Man.

It wasn't the suit Tony made him, which made his heart ache a little. It wasn't the suit he wore when he met her, when he fell in love with her. It wasn't the suit he wore when he watched her die and couldn't do anything about it.

He yanked it off the hook, turning it over and looking at the symbol on the back. It might have looked different, but people would still know it was him. People would see him swinging around and he knew they would talk, spread news that Spider-Man had returned.

And...you would probably be ecstatic to see your favorite hero back.

Maybe that's why he slipped it on, the material familiar despite the different colors and design. He wouldn't ever admit to himself that you were the reason he decided to pick up the mask again, even though it was true.

Having someone close like that were dangerous, and he knew from experience. He couldn't afford to have feelings for you, he couldn't afford to let you have feelings for him.

So he told himself this was purely because he wanted to, and because it was past time. He had a responsibility and the break had been long enough. New York needed him back, and he finally found himself wanting to be back.

Peter adjusted the fingers, surprised it fit perfectly - the concept was the same as the Stark suit, and he wondered if Fury got Tony's old drafts and tried to make it as close as possible. He tried not to flinch when Karen's familiar voice suddenly came through the mask.

"Welcome back, Peter. It's been a while."

-

The amount of pictures you had taken of the new shelter were ridiculous, but you wanted as many as possible for the paper. Being a part of the school's newspaper was a good opportunity and you didn't want to be shoved to the side by other photographers, so you wanted a good selection to choose from before turning them in.

On the way back to campus you treated yourself to a quick bite at a bakery, pulling out your laptop and uploading the photos while you sat there. You made a mental note to tell Peter about this place - the food was good and you were sure they had something he would like.

With a frown, you shook your head at yourself and continued looking through photos. It seemed like no matter how hard you tried, Peter's face appeared in your thoughts and distracted you. His cocky smirk when he got a good grade on something, his laugh when you told a shitty joke, his sheepish smile when you thanked him a hundred times for helping you with bio.

The look on his face when he was dancing with you.

You could easily picture dating him, it wasn't like you hadn't before - hell, even when he was so closed off, you would think about it. He was smart, cute, funny, caring - you could go on. The boy was practically perfect aside from the massive wall he tended to put up.

It didn't matter to you at first - you knew you had feelings for him, they weren't that strong yet, but they were definitely there - and you suspected that he could possibly feel the same way. You were pretty good at reading people and sometimes...it felt like he brushed your hand a moment longer than necessary, or stared at you with a soft expression, or drop everything to help you with a bio question or math equation.

You were someone that loved love, and you could picture yourself falling in love with Peter. It was definitely too soon for that, but you knew it could happen, and it probably would happen the more time you spent with him.

But that girl in the photos in his room and the way he held her suddenly haunted your thoughts, so you pushed the silly daydream away and went back to looking at your computer.

It had only been a few more minutes before something orange caught your eye and you looked away from your screen, gasping in horror.

Across the street, a building had caught flame, smoke rising into the sky. Without hesitation you put your camera strap over your neck and gathered your things, running outside like most people had begun doing.

You held a hand up to your face as flames licked up the building, climbing up toward where some people were hanging out the windows, screaming for help.

"Oh my God," you fumbled for your phone to call the fire department, though you were sure someone already had.

There was a flash of red and people started yelling things out on the street, and what they were saying you almost didn't want to dare to believe. But they were right.

Someone shot something at the building and swung on it, diving into the window with ease. The suit was different, the colors were different, but your lips spread into a grin because without a doubt, it was him.

It was Spider-Man.

#peter parker x reader #peter parker fic #peter parker reader insert #spider-man x reader #spiderman x reader #spider-man fic #peterpparkerwrites masterlist #my writing

[neko-rogers]

All I Ever Need

Peter warned you about the dangers of online dating.

words: 4,007

tags: dark!peter parker, strong and explicit non-consensual elements, manipulation, implications of sex-pollen or drugging, lowkey breeding kink

a/n: please forgive me! i’m still new to writing dark!versed fics <3 but this was a request and i couldn’t resist (: if you liked this then you are free to help me out and improve my writing by leaving feedback or suggesting prompts that i could write about

     It was emotionally crushing.

     The moment you decided to create a Tinder account led you to all sorts of feelings. 

     As someone who had been busy with your final year of college, you never thought of engaging much in the relationships territory. With all these, you could only focus on finally graduating and obtaining a stable job. The idea that you were providing for yourself, without having to depend on a significant other, was fulfilling.

     It did not help further considering that most of your group of friends were just as hardworking as you. Peter Parker was one the closest and much more than just a good influence. Truly too good to be true.

     Nonetheless, you finally tried out those infamous dating applications you have been hearing. Despite warnings from your friends about how dangerous it can be, you were confident that you were smart enough to handle it.

     “You're still hung up on that app?” Peter interrupts alongside.

     The professor dismissed the class moments ago, and at least half of the people already exited the room. As always, Peter waited for you before heading for next subject.

     Admittedly, you were a bit caught up with your phone. Swiping left and right sounded boring, but for some reason you found it amusing how convenient it can be – the interaction and messages was a bonus. “So what if I am?”

     You lock your phone before Peter got to snoop further. Both your reflections could be seen amongst the black screen as you placed it on top of your other textbooks to be carried.

     “Any interaction online is dangerous,” he explains. “I thought you out of all people should know that, Y/N.”

     You roll your eyes at his remark. “You’re only a year older than me yet you sound like my dad. You know I’m already twenty-two, right?”

     “I’d hate to be the one to say I told you so when your world comes crashing down,” he consoles. 

     “Oh thats bullshit, Parker.” You could almost laugh at his sense of ridicule. “Like you said, I’m smart. I’m sure I’ll be able to handle online dating. Have faith in me, yeah?” 

     “Yeah, whatever. It’s fine.” Peter nods, still beside as you walked along the hallway. “It’s not like you’re already going on a date with one of them, right.” His assumption comes off as a statement rather than a question.

     However, you stay quiet seeming as it was best to leave it unanswered.

     “Oh no, please don’t tell me you’re seeing someone already.” Peter looks back when you decided to stay a meter behind him to save you from the guilt.

     “It’s just a second date, it won’t harm me,” you defended. “Plus, he goes to the community college nearby.”      “What?! You two are already on your second date before you told me, or anyone of your friends?” You could understand where his temper was coming from, but in the end, it was none of their business.

     “I know, but I just thought it wasn’t a big deal. Besides this is about me and Jacob.”

     Fortunately enough, you and Peter have the same subject which was BioChemistry. This time, he followed you behind while you avoided his gaze. He waited until you took a seat along the second to the last row, and then taking his seat next to you.

     You look straight, facing the chalkboard displayed at the farther side of the room. Though you could not see Peter entirely, you could see his glowering look by the corner of your eye. “So his name his Jacob, huh, tell me more about him.”

     This was the reason why you could not update him, or any of your friends. You knew this would happen. They begin getting so nosy around your life before they even realize it.

     Surely, you did love your friends, much more the boy sitting next to you. They have been with you since freshman year, and you were more than grateful for one another’s support.

     “Peter, I don’t think that whatever I tell you would concern you,” you state clearly to avoid a dragging conversation. 

     “But we care about you, I care about you, Y/N.” He pouts, “The moment he tries to hurt you, you’ll run back to us and cry about it. I just want to skip seeing that part knowing I can’t see you heartbroken.”

     You furrow your eyebrows. His statement comes off as a bit acquisitive, but you knew that it was just his concern caught up in the moment. “That’s the problem. We all need to eventually fail or feel pain. It’s normal, especially for young adults like us, Peter!”

     There was a lot of things you wanted to say now. He trigged you somehow and now you’re at the edge of becoming a rambling mess. The worst part of it was that you were scared that you might say something that you would not be able to take back. 

     “Okay then I’ll–”

     “No look, I apologize for raising my voice.” You sighed to calm yourself down and compose your thoughts better. “You know I adore you so much, Peter. And I appreciate you looking out for me. But this can’t be forever, I’ll eventually have to learn how to deal with these kinds of stuff.”

     You got through barely half of your day yet you could already feel the emotional turn of having an argument with one of your best friends. 

     And eventually, your professor entered the room. Barely giving the two of you a moment to continue the heated conversation just seconds ago. The displeased look on Peter’s face remained as he looked in front, acknowledging that both of you took lectures seriously. He wanted to pick up this argument at another setting. 

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     "Congrats to your first ever anniversary!” Your friends applaud just as Jacob was seated next to you.

     “We’re so proud of you.”

     “You two look so happy together!”

     “Both of you look amazing, practically perfect for each other.”

     “Can’t believe it’s already been a year.”

     A year has passed, your group of friends remained even so with Peter. In addition, they learned to accept your boyfriend despite their doubts on online dating sites and applications.

     Just as they learned to trust your decisions more, you also learned way more about your significant other. Though despite your differences in fields, you learned to love him more than you thought you could.

     All of you have freshly graduated from college. Most of your friends did not have much planned so far; however, as your friendship with Peter remained, he grew to understand your feelings more and handled it sensitively.

     After your argument during your early days of dating Jacob, he eventually apologized for his behavior too. Though that was not the only time your friendship with him was put to a test. After the succeeding months, Peter still gave feint warnings and acted a bit overprotective when you tried telling him how you wanted to take your relationship to another level and get more serious.

     Nonetheless, you did not let any of your peers affect your view upon your relationship. Seeing that you were now at your first anniversary, you were happy that you followed what your heart and gut believed in.

     “To be honest we didn’t expect our Y/N to be getting into a relationship before we graduate, let alone celebrating her first anniversary!” Liz joked. “But in the end, just know that we love you and we’re here for you.”

     You smiled, looking at your friends who seemed to share the same feeling. After graduation, everything feels too good. It feels as if your life was falling into place.

     Not only have you gotten into a relationship with a kind guy. You also attained high ranks among the other students in your program, which led to companies offering you internships right off the bat. Rather than you worrying about where you’re heading to after college, you got the privilege to pick what you wanted to do.

     Surprisingly, you got an offer from the Stark Industries to become an internship on being their analytical chemist. It was the most tempting offer you got. Who would not accept an opportunity like that, right?

     When you learned that Peter also got an offer, you were more than happy for him. You knew he was one of the smartest persons in class and he deserved it just as you did.

     Both your contracts agreed that the internship starts a month from now which was just perfect, considering that you also have a few things to do prior to it.

     “Well, this girl also has a lot planned ahead,” you announce while catching the attention of your friends that were circled around you. “Me and Jacob were talking about moving in probably in his apartment by the end of the month.”

     Your intention was not to brag. Everyone could see how genuinely excited you were with such a big event. You were just so happy that despite what every one thought your relationship would end, you accepted whether the outcome would be good or bad. 

     Your friends cheered at you for taking a big step into your relationship. Looking back, you were so scared to accept the second date, but little by little you could not notice how much progress has been done.

     “I am so thankful for you guys.” You smiled and nodded at them before looking to your side where Jacob happily watched you interact with your friends. You slung your arm over his chest and planted a kiss directly at his lips.

     “We’re always here for you, Y/N,” Peter added along with a smile.

*

     Unbeknownst to you, just as your friends had left the celebration, you had big news yet to hear.

     As you drape your purse over one shoulder, your boyfriend assisted you out. He held one side of the door for you and walked after you. He held onto the side of your waist until both of you reached his car.

     Like the gentleman he is, he went over to the passenger side to open the car door for you before doing the same for himself at the driver’s side.

     When both of you were finally inside the car, Jacob had not started the car immediately. He paused with fingers gripping around the edges of the steering wheel.

     His sigh was just as evident, hearing it echo around the car which left chills across your skin as you looked at him. “You seem bothered. What’s wrong?”

     He avoided to look at you just as both of your hands reach for one of his. He lets you toy with his fingers yet his gaze still directs straight at the gas pedal. You lean further to catch a glimpse of him, moving one hand to cup his cheek. “Hey, what’s bugging you, babe? I’m here to listen.”

     “I’m sorry,” he starts off. The puzzled look on your face apparent as to what he’s trying to apologize for.

     “What do you mean?”

     “I just don’t think you deserve to stay with someone like me.”

     His self-loathing was not settling your confusion in any way at all. “I still don’t get it.” You did have an assumption in mind, but you chose not to jump into it as it might flare up on what’s happening now.

     “I think we need to break up,” Jacob swiftly drops.

     Slowly, you pull back and rest your back against the window. You bring a hand up to brush the little fringes in front of your face. You were trying to comprehend everything that’s happening. “I don’t understand. Why so sudden?”

     “Don’t get the wrong idea, Y/N–”

     “Then what should I get?” Your voice starts to crack as you hold back the tears. “I don’t understand anything at all! You seemed so happy a couple of hours ago.”

     “That’s why I’m apologizing,” he softly explains. “You don’t deserve me, I’ve been so horrible to you–”

     “You have been so nice to me. I don’t know where you’re getting all of this, at all!” Eventually, tears could not help but form around the corners of your eyes.

     Jacob sighs, finally looking at you. “You deserve so much more than this, I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

     Finally, the tears began to spill. You covered both your eyes with your palms, trying to both hide and wipe them away. “Y-you can’t just break up with me after celebrating our first anniversary.”

     “I’m sorry–”      “Stop saying that,” you sniffed. You did not know what annoyed you more, hearing him apologize like a broken record or hearing him imply the ‘its not you, it’s me and you deserve more’ bullshit. “You’re too cruel.”

     “I’ll drive you to your house,” he offers. The look on his face seemed very guilty. You did not know what was behind these sudden turn of events, but either way you were heartbroken for how

     “No,” you stated. “Uhm, I have a friend who lives nearby. You can drop me off there.”

     “Okay.”

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     “That’s pretty much my night in a nutshell,” you sighed as Peter entered his room with a blanket and some clothes in hand.

     Your legs were cross-seated over his bed as your hid your face with your hands. Peter frowned as he walked over to the edge of his bed where you were positioned. “I just don’t understand why he dumped me all of a sudden, might I add, dumped me on our first anniversary!”

     You felt a hand over your back, rubbing slow and comforting strokes as you continued to cry. “Just as I thought I was getting to know him better.”

     It was emotionally crushing.

     “I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

     “Well.” You look up at him despite knowing your nose eyes eyelids became swollen, “You can finally tell me that you told me so.”

     “That doesn’t matter right now.” His hands move to the ends of your hair, toying with the strands before turning half of his body aside. He reaches for a mug that situated on top of his nightstand, “Here. I brought you a cup of tea.”

     “Thanks, but I’m not really thirsty–”

     “Drink,” he calmly says. “You need to get hydrated after crying.”

     You could not argue with that. You’ve definitely lost a lot of water in your body after hours of just crying, without drinking anything. “You know me so well.” you told him and added, “I should’ve just listened to you when you warned me about strangers online.”

     “I guess I owe you an apology.”

     Peter chuckled at your statement and watched you as your lips slowly sipped at the heated tea he had just prepared. “No need to be sorry about anything now, I’m just glad you’re safe. He didn’t hurt you, did he?”

     “Don’t worry he didn’t physically touch me,” you assure as he nods.

     The adorable boy in front of you slyly looked down as he called for your name. “Y/N? Can I ask you a question?”

     “Of course, Peter.” 

     “Why’d you choose to stop by my place amongst our other friends.” 

     You finally finish the entire drink he had prepared. Before you could answer him, you extended your arm in order to set the fragile mug back on top of his bed side drawer.

     “Well for one, I still know where your place was, and it was closest from the restaurant,” you answered. “And conveniently enough, you were the first person I could think of after Jacob hurt my feelings.”

     “I could vividly remember your warnings just as I realized he was breaking up with me already. I didn’t know whether to feel sad or ashamed. What I do know was that you knew me too well, even before I became fully aware of it.”

     He smiled at your answer, and you gave the same look at him. “Well I’m glad you thought of me.” His hands reach over to yours and places them on top, feeling the warmth of his body over yours. “I would never want to hurt you, nor let you feel the pain Jacob gave you.”

     “You’re too sweet.” You smile.

     Your hands rubbed circles around your eyes first. Then you tried to lean in front, opening your arms wide signaling for a hug. Peter did not hesitate to hug you back, enveloping his arms while both of you rest your chins on top of each other’s shoulders.

     From this angle, you could strongly scent his cologne. However, that was not the only thing you could observe.

     As each second passes, you were not sure if you were the only one who could notice how hot the room was getting. Either that or that your skin was starting to burn up. “Peter?”

     “Don’t you think it’s getting hot–”

     As you were just about to react, you felt a pair of lips against yours. Peter had pulled back, and even when you could have realized it, he was pinning you down as your back presses against his bed.

     And as much as this was entirely contradicting your morals, you did not feel an ounce of guilt as one of your best friends continued to leave kisses down your neck. You were not entirely sure why your mind was doubting this, but your body was suddenly, badly craving for touch – and Peter was conveniently doing you the favor.

     “Don’t I think it’s getting what?” Peter sits up and teases just as he pulls his shirt over his shoulders.

     “Nothing,” you groan. “But I don’t think this is a good idea–”

     He shushes you, “Relax. Let me take care of you, yeah?

     His hands gently released heir grip around your wrists. He was confident enough that you wouldn’t fight back after finishing the drink he exclusively brewed for you.

     Your state of mind was perfectly right where he expected it to be. Just conscious enough to feel him against you, but incapable of thinking rationally. 

     He just hated how smart you were when it came to his friends and school; however, just as he expects, you were not as quick-witted when it came to relationships. 

     And hiring Jacob was definitely one of his greatest achievements so far. He lost a part of his savings along the way, but nothing could ever become as valuable as you. Now that you were in his room, let alone under his touch, he had the upper hand.

     Peter was not letting you go that easy afterwards.

     For now, he continues to leave kisses under your jaw while your hands lazily combs through the locks of his hair. He proudly hums against your skin after leaving gentle nibbles that started to leave evident love marks.

��    One of his hands creep under your shirt, reaching to unhook your bra. As he successfully does, he moves to adjust your shirt over your breasts. He gets a good view of them even without having to pull it over your head, smirking to himself as this has been a fantasy he has been dreading for.

     “Fuck you’re even more beautiful than I imagined,” he murmurs. With one hand, he gently squeezes around one of your breasts just as he descends at your body.

     “Peter,” your moan comes from above his head just as he was ready to spread your legs.

     “Yeah, babe?”

     “C-condom,” you mumbled with eyelids partially open.

     He chuckled as a response, “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of it.”

     Peter tried to test the waters first to make sure he was completely in control of this situation. He drags the tip of his fingers across your stomach, further narrowing the path down as it reached at the entrance of your cunt. 

     He could instantly sense how wet you have become throughout his teasing. Both his middle and ring finger grew damper as he inserted them inch by inch, slowly seeing them reappear. 

     The warmth radiating around your walls excites him more, assuming how good you would be while his cock was wrapped around it. He instinctively curls his fingers out of excitement, forgetting that he was trying to handle you gently.

     You react by tightening around it, along with a whine. 

     “Sorry, babe.”

     Moreover, he continues it up until he felt his erection grow harden than before. He made sure he was completely hard before finally dropping both your pants down, attending to yours first until you were completely naked – excluding the shirt he did not haul over your head.

     Next was his turn. He undid his shorts and threw them away ever so quickly. Then rushed to welcome himself between the space of your legs. “You ready for me, babe?” He did not leave a choice despite asking that either way. You remained helpless under him.

     “Hmm,” was your only response.

     Peter did not hesitate as he glides into you. He groans at your heat, grasping that you feel better now compared to when he was using his fingers. “Oh shit,” he groans while speeding up the pace of his thrusts, “you feel so good.”

     “That’s it, holy fuck.” He was surprised at how responsive your body was still. Despite drugging you to the extent of being mentally incapable, your body was contracting all over him as if it was enjoying itself. 

     He continued to praise your body even if you could not understand what he was saying. The entire event revolved around him fucking you and leaving sweet remarks as if he was your boyfriend – and not, at all, a friend who laced your drink and made you believe you were somewhere safe.

     Though Peter did say he was going to care for you. Ironically, it was obvious that all he can think about now is chasing his orgasm and nutting inside you. After all, it was one of his dark and twisted fantasies – to have full control over you, at least.

     There were few moans coming from you, but the happy noises being created by Peter overpowers. With all of this, sexual, tension he finally got to release, it was expected that he was going to cum sooner.

     “Fuck,” and other swears came from him. “Didn’t expect to cum so soon.”

     As he did not care about your take on this, he also did not give a fuck when he was planning to cum inside you. Since he purposely avoided to wear any kind of protection, let alone learn if you were in any kind of birth control, anyone in their right mind would know what could happen the morning after.

     Willfully, he made sure to go deeper inside you until he could feel the tip of his cock twitch as a sign that he was going to cum. “Gonna fill you up with my cum, yeah,” he grunts as if you were going to reply. “And you’re gonna take it like the good girl you are.”

     Even so, when Peter finally felt his release, he took a good look at you beneath. You seemed hot and bothered, but not as him. Your chest was heaving all the while he could feel the speed of the beating of his heart.

     When he steadily pulls out, the awaited moment of his deep, dark fantasies finally arise. He could clearly see his own cum beautifully spilling out of your cunt like a cream pie. He could almost feel himself get turned on just at the sigh of it, but he considered that round two’s with you would be saved for next time.

     “Peter?”      “Hmm?”

     “I still feel hot,” you purr. 

     Peter extends his arm to gently place the back of his hand over your forehead, feeling how feverish your body still was. There were few hints of sweat streaming from your forehead. “Let me take care of you, I’ll just run you a bath, okay?”

     You childishly smile and agree with him, “O-okay.” He pulls back to be able to properly stand and proceeds to head to his shower with a huge smile from his face.

     You were his.

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[bridgeportbritt]

TRH Duke and Duchess of Sage Present the Next Prince of SimDonia!

It’s been a few months since the Crown Princess has been admitted into Creekside Hospital after collapsing during her tour the the new Britechester University of SimDonia. We have recieved few updates from the Royal Family since this has happened except that the expecting mother and baby were fine.

Today, the Royal Family released a nontraditional photo of the new baby with the parents. Normally, the baby is presented to the press, but due to the nature of the delivery and the cold weather, a photo of the new family at the hospital and of the new baby in his Willington Palace nursery were published instead.

Along with the photo, the following statement was released: “TRH Duke and Duchess of Sage are proud to announce the birth of their son. They have decided on the name Parker Johannes Winston De Geloes as his full name. He is named after Diana’s father, HM King Parker, and was given a traditional Simovian name for his second name. Parker’s title is Prince of SimDonia, but upon the succession of HRH, he will be styled HRH Crown Prince Parker of SimDonia, Duke of Sage. The new parents couldn’t be happier and healthier. They thank everyone for their well wishes!

We’re happy to see that things went smoothly and that the line of succession has grown once again! We send our congrats to the Duke and Duchess!

@simoviacourt

#simdonia #chap 8 #sims of color #sims 4 gameplay #sims 4 story #ts4 #royal sims #royal simblr #thank you Senja for helping with the name! #we have bb! #he is too cute for his own good! #now I'm ready to peek at fiture parker #okay lets leave this happy lil fam and check in on Ella #sim: diana #sim: gerhard #sim: parker

[kaz11283]

44 and 45 for writing prompts?

44) Close Your Eyes

45) Will You Marry me

Your Favorite Suprise

Warnings: fluff

Characters: Your favorite God of Mischief, Nat, Clint (brother, I know I have a weird problem ok?), Steve, Tony, Thor

Summary: you and Loki had been dating for a while now it only made since that he wants to take the next step.

Announcements: Ah yes, while I should be working on the next chapter of my series Im doing a Loki Request list...makes sense to me. I have decided to start posting a chapter a week and I have decided to start posting The chapters on Fridays. But I'll probably still be doing one shots and drabbles randomly during the week along with request. *its like really early in the morning here so if I am not making any sense i will probably post another update soon.* love you guys, thank you for the request! 💚💚💚💚

Loki Masterlist

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Loki had been distant all day, he wasnt in any of the normal places that he normally would have been. You had checked in the library, his room, even the lab none held signs that the god had been there all day.

"Guys, have you by any chance seen Loki?" You asked walking into the living room where your brother and Nat were wrestling, for some unknown reason, Thor and Steve sat watching.

"Tall guy, wears to much green, pointy hat?" Clint choked out from a chokehold. Sometimes you wondered if you were really the oldest with the way he acted.

"Last time I seen my brother he was heading out to the large balcony on the top floor with a rather heavy looking box." Thor called over his shoulder. "No no no Hawkman, you odviously doing it wrong. Let me show you." He said getting up walking over to the two on the floor.

"Whatever, he'll know where to find me I guess." You said jumping over the back of the couch sitting down next to Steve.

"Hey! No jumping on the furniture. I swear its like I live in a house full of kids between you and Parker jumping and flying around." Tony yelled from the kitchen door.

Steve rolled his eyes and looked at you. "Thor is trying to show them some Asguardian fighting moves. Nat picked up pretty fast, your brother on the other hand..."

"He does better in a roost high above the ground. Only reason I use to hate fighting with him is because he could climb higher than I could." You laughed.

"Ok Lord Thunder if you can do better be my guest." Clint took a step back allowing Thor to stand in. Thor gave a bellowing laugh and got in a fighting stance.

"My people invented these moves I can easily take down Nat."

After a few rounds and Thor definitly losing causing the room to howl with laughter at his confusion Loki walked in.

"So the man of mysteries returns. Where have you been darling." You asked as he came to stand beside you.

"Just working on a suprise for you my dearest." He laughed leaning down and kissing the top of your head.

"Please stop, there are young eyes in the room." Clint groaned from a recliner across from you causing you to roll your eyes.

"Yeah, if your going by shoe size." You mocked. Turning to Loki you looked at him. "What does the god of mischief have up his sleave for me?"

"Come dear, I would rather show you." He offered you his hand and you walked from the room.

He lead you to the room where the balcony was located and turned to you. "Close your eyes."

"Ummm why? You planning on pushing me off?" You laughed realizing that he had a serious look on his face. "Nevermind." You closed your eye, as soon as they were shut you felt a cloth wrap around your head. "If you wnted something like this all you had to do was ask." You smirked.

"Oh nine realms y/n. Get your mind out of the gutter for just a little bit." You couldnt see it but you knew he was rolling his eyes. "This is serious." You could hear the smile in his voice.

"Ok fine, serious, I can be serious for like 5 minutes. I cant guarantee the comments that will follow after the time is up though." You laughed.

"Sometimes I feels like I'm dating your brother." He huffed taking your hand and leading you onto the balcony.

"We are basically the same person, I just look alot better than he does in a cat suit." He let go of your hand just after walking out of the door and disappered.

"You know that mouth is one of my favorit things about you." He whispered in your ear cauing your heart to flutter. "Always quick to the punch, it never fails." He said kissing the side of your mouth.

"But my absolute favorit thing about you is your willingness to over look a persons flaws, to give everyone a chance, even if they dont deserve it. You have such an open mind forgiving everyone that you feel need forgiving. Looking for the good in a person and giving that person hope that maybe there is hope left for them." This time he brushed your hair from your neck kissing you behind the ear sending a shiver down your spine.

"Loki you was never a bad person-" you saod trying to defend him aginst hisself

"I brainwashed your brother." He countered. "You didnt just do it for me though. You stood up for Wanda, for Bucky, you stand up for the underdogs that wouldnt have a chance other wise."

"Wanda needed a family, Bucky was Steves best friend and I seen how it hurt him for eveyone to be aginst him. Also brainwashed. Im kinda seeing a pattern here though." You smiled.

"Y/n, honestly would you jusy be quiet for a few more minutes." He sighed.

"Ok, lips are sealed. Continue telling me how great I am." He sighed again pulling you closer to the middle of the balcony.

"You have been my light in the darkest tunnel I had ever been in. When the others shut me out you were always there to let me know I wasnt alone. I could travel to all nine realms and never find another soul as caring and as trust worthy as you, who holds me at night when nightmares wake me up, who actually seen good in me and who has made me a better person." You felt him reach behind you and untie the knot from the blind, you kept your eyes closed as you felt him grab your hand again this time there was a slight pull. "Darling you can open your eyes."

When you opened them you were awestruck with the sight in front of you. Farie lights had been hung from the rafters causing a warm glow around the balcony, ivy and white flowers hand been drapped on the walls givingbthe whole place a cozy feel. You looked at Loki noticing him kneeling in front of you, you opened your mouth to make a comment but quicky shut it not wanting to ruin the moment.

"Y/n Barton there is no one else I would rather travel the nine realms with but you, I would walk across time and space to see you smile. Would you please do me the honor of being my princess? My Queen? For all eternity? Will you marry me?" He pulled out a small black box for his pocket and opened it revealing a silver band entwind with a beautiful type of black metal a small emerald sat nestled between the two holding the jewel in place. Your eyes shot up to his and tears started to flow. You didnt trust you voice in that moment son you simply shook your head.

He was on his feet in no time easily slipping the band on your finger before wrapping his arms around your waist pulling you close to him. You placed your hands on either side of his face pulling him into you for a kiss. "Yes." You mumbled aginst his lips as he smiled into the kiss. "A million times yes!"

"We are going to have a wedding!" Thor yelled from the open door causing you both to jump. You looked up in time to see everyone that had been in the living room crowed around watching the two of you. "Lady y/n, a fine sister you will make!" Thor beamed picking you up into a crushing hug.

"You can have her! Ive had her as a sister long enough." Clint said beside you as he leaned down to kiss you cheek. "Congrats sis."

"You knew didnt you?" You smiled.

"Of course I did. Hes kinda old school, asked if it would be ok if he asked you. Nice guy, once you get past the whole mind control thing." You smacked his in the chest.

"In my defence you did try to shoot me woth an arrow that exploded." Loki said wrapping his arm around your waist.

"Ill take back the approval to marry my sister." He saod looking straight at him.

"No you wont, ive already said yes. Besides he really makes me happy. Truly honestly happy." You smiled looking up at Loki giving him another kiss.

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[the-colony-roleplay]

Hello, my beautiful doves! Hope the slog that is January hasn’t been too tough on everyone, we’re over halfway through it now! Looks like we might have one or two new applicants soon so that’s certainly invigorating for us on the admin side of things, and also for the member side of things since that means potential new people to write with on the horizon :-) Just popping in with a quick activity update, since Alex (Mitch Douglas, Alois van Asch, Charlie Essex, Caleb Esmaeili) has just started a new job (big congrats!) and needs a little time to get settle in, they’ll be on a semi-hiatus till the 5th February while they adjust. Ren (Jo Parker, Madison Vega, Dylan Meir) has also been on semi-hiatus recently due to some health issues but will be back with us from tomorrow. Thanks as always to everyone for being so on top of communication. We couldn’t do it without you all being such great members! I’m just finishing up my classes for the day and doing some work but I’ll be online this evening, so I shall see you all on the dash later! Love and kisses till then. xx Maddie

#col22admin

[thorne93]

Masterlist

Updated as of 8/10/2020

Crossovers:

Unforseen Chasm (X-Men and Avengers) - Loki x Reader / Tony Stark x OFC

Fire and Ice (X-Men and Avengers) - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Caught in the Act (Criminal Minds and Supernatural) - Spencer Reid x Reader

Things Left Unsaid (John Wick and The Night Manager) - John Wick x Reader x Jonathan Pine

Past Vs Present (Loki and Star Wars) - Loki x Reader x Anakin Skywalker

The Newcomer (The Covenant & Witches of East End) - Chase Collins x Reader

Aftermath (Avengers and XMen) - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Inside The Criminal Mind (Criminal Minds and Dexter) - Spencer Reid x Reader ft. Dexter

Supernatural:

Dean:

Three’s Company - Dean x Reader x Sam

TD Challenge - Dean, Crowley (no pairing)

Together Forever - Dean x Reader

Happy Birthday - Dean x Reader

Smut / NSFW Drabbles

One Hell of a Surprise - Dean x Reader

Sam:

Crazy in Love - Sam x Reader

Three’s Company - Dean x Reader x Sam

Castiel:

His Hero - Castiel x Reader (Best Friends)

Jack Kline:

Inexplicable Fate - Jack x Reader

Crowley:

The Saddest Thing about Betrayal - Crowley x Reader x Lucifer

TD Challenge - Dean, Crowley (no pairing)

Lucifer:

The Saddest Thing about Betrayal - Crowley x Reader x Lucifer

Benny:

One Year - Benny x Reader

Team Free Will:

Goodbye - Dean, Sam, Cas, OC’s (no pairing)

A Gift for a Friend (Smut) - Dean x Lois (OC) x Cas, Lexi (OC) x Sam

Marvel:

12 Days of Christmas ft Thor, Remy Lebeau, Peter Parker, Dr. Stephen Strange, Pietro

Stan Lee University 

Unforeseen Chasm - Loki x Reader / Tony Stark x OFC

Charles Xavier/Professor X:

The Explanation - Charles x OC (self)

Hard Headed - Charles x Reader

Closing Time - Charles x Reader

Trouble in Paradise - Charles x Reader / Stryker x Reader

Signs - Charles x Reader (featuring other X-Men)

United We Stand - Charles x Reader

Days of Future’s Past - Charles x Reader

Table Turn - Charles x Reader

The Right Path - Charles x Reader (Erik friend)

Silver Lining - Charles x Reader

Undying Love - Charles x Reader

Steve Rogers/Captain America:

Once Upon A Dream - Steve x OC

Homesick - Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes

Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Homesick - Bucky Barnes x Reader x Steve Rogers

To Protect and Serve - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Don’t Make Me Do This - Bucky Barnes x Reader

No Matter What - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Missed Connection - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Helping Hand - Bucky Barnes x Reader / Loki x Reader

Pietro Maximoff / Quicksilver:

Unusual Upbringing - Pietro x Reader

Peter Parker/Spiderman

Chance Encounter - Peter x Reader

The Reason - Peter x Gwen with Reader best friend

Accident - Peter x Reader

Loki Laufeyson/Odinson

Unforeseen Chasm - Loki x reader / Tony Stark x OFC

Savior - Loki x Reader

Faith - Loki, Thor, Reader (No pairing)

Helping Hand - Loki x Reader / Bucky x Reader

It Was Written in Song - Loki x Reader

Anything for Love - Loki x Reader

Something There - Loki x Reader

Gambit / Remy Lebeau

Stranger In A Crowd - Remy/Gambit x Reader

Deadly Mistake - Remy/Gambit x Reader

Howard Stark

Awkward Moments - Howard Stark x Reader

Tony Stark

Awkward Moments - Howard Stark x Reader (Ft. Tony Stark)

Unforeseen Chasm - Loki x Reader / Tony Stark x OFC

Thor Odinson:

Faith - Thor, Loki, Reader (No Pairing)

Vision

It Never Ends - Vision x Wanda, Reader x Vision

Clint Barton/Hawkeye

Paranoia - Clint x Reader

Vision

It Never Ends - Vision x Reader / Vision x Wanda

DC Comics

Insulting - John Constantine x Reader (and OFC)

Criminal Minds:

Best Teacher Award - Spencer Reid x Reader

Fox the Fox - Spencer Reid x Reader

Nerves - Spencer Reid x Reader

Green Eyed Monster - Spencer Reid x Reader

What Are We Gonna Do? - Spencer Reid x Reader

Watch It - Spencer Reid x Reader

Inside The Criminal Mind - Spencer Reid x Reader (ft. Dexter Morgan)

Star Wars:

Revenge of the Jedi - Anakin x OC

Opposites Attract - Kylo Ren x Rey

Sherlock (BBC):

Curious Conundrum - Sherlock Holmes x Reader

Original Stories:

Until I See You Again

Actors:

James McAvoy

Decisions, Decisions - James McAvoy x Reader x Tom Hiddleston

Congrats, Grad - James McAvoy x Reader

Just My Luck - James McAvoy x Reader

Tom Hiddleston

Decisions, Decisions - Tom Hiddleston x Reader x James McAvoy

Lies and Slander - Tom Hiddleston x Reader / Sebastian Stan x Reader

Woes of the Heart - Tom Hiddleston x Reader / Keanu Reeves x Reader (Past)

Be Careful - Tom Hiddleston (Seantor!AU) x Reader / Bill Skarsgard x Reader

Learn From The Master - Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Custody Battle - Tom Hiddleston x Reader (w/ Keanu Reeves ex)

So It Goes… - Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Whirlwind Romance - Chris Evans x Reader / Sebastian Stan x reader / Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Sebastian Stan

Lies and Slander - Sebastian Stan x Reader x Tom Hiddleston

Don’t Say Yes - Sebastian Stan x Reader

Why Her? - Sebastian Stan x OFC (Chris Evans x Reader / Chris Evans x OFC)

Lost and Found - Sebastian Stan x Reader

Knight in Shining Armor - Sebastian Stan x Reader

First Impressions - Sebastian Stan x Reader / Hayden Christiensen x Reader

Old Flame, New Problems - Sebastian Stan x Reader / Hayden Christensen x Reader

Be Careful - Tom Hiddleston (Seantor!AU) x Reader / Bill Skarsgard x Reader (Ft. Sebastian Stan)

Blessing - Sebastian Stan x Reader

Whirlwind Romance - Chris Evans x Reader / Sebastian Stan x reader / Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Parenting Fail - Sebastian Stan x Reader

Broken Wedding Bells - Sebastian Stan x OFC / Sebastian Stan x Reader

Keanu Reeves

Woes of the Heart - Keanu Reeves x Reader (Past) / Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Custody Battle - Keanu Reeves x Reader (Past) / Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Chris Evans

Why Her? - Chris Evans x OFC / Chris Evans x Reader

Whirlwind Romance - Chris Evans x Reader / Sebastian Stan x reader / Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Hayden Christensen:

First Impressions - Hayden Christiensen x Reader / Sebastian Stan x Reader

Old Flame, New Problems - Hayden Christensen x Reader / Sebastian Stan x Reader

Chris Hemsworth:

Smut/NSFW Drabble

Tom Holland:

Number One - Tom x Reader (Smut)

Bill Skarsgard:

Be Careful - Tom Hiddleston (Senator!AU) x Reader / Bill Skarsgard x Reader

Unexpected Guest - OFC x Reader / Bill Skarsgard x Reader

Jared Padalecki:

Not Your Fault - Jared Padalecki x Reader

Not His - Jared Padalecki x Reader

Jensen Ackles:

That’s Why - Jensen Ackles x Reader

Once Upon A Time (TV Series):

Who Will Win? - Jefferson x Reader

Split:

This Isn’t Stockholm - Kevin/Dennis…etc x Reader

Tag Team (smut) - Barry and Dennis x Reader

Victor Frankenstein:

Not What You Thought It Was - Victor x Reader

#masterlist #marvel #split #victor frankenstein #once upon a time #supernatural

[petersasteria]

That’s How You Know - Peter Parker

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 '𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐈 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰?'

Dedicated to @marvelousell. Congrats on 1k, sweetie <3

* * * *

Taking Nat's advice, you walk up to Peter after his last class. He's standing by his locker with Ned and they're obviously talking about Star Wars. Ned notices you and gives you a big smile. You kindly return it and Ned nudges Peter and tells him about your presence. Peter looks at you and gives you a warm smile that made your heart race, "Hey Y/N/N!"

"Hey Peter." you smile and look at him for a while. And I mean, for a long long while. Peter just nods and says, "Um, I don't want to sound rude, but did you need anything?"

You snap out of your trance and clear your throat, "Oh I was, um, wondering if you'd like to go out with me? Like, as in right now?"

"L-Like a...date? You want to go on a date with me?" Peter stammers. "Or- Or am I reading this wrong?"

"No, yeah. It's a date." you bite your lip nervously. "So, would you like t-that? It's totally fine if you don't want to but I'd be really happy if-"

"Yes, I'd love to go!" Peter says excitedly. Ned looks at both you and smirks, "I'll see you guys tomorrow! Goodbye and have fun!" You say your goodbyes to Ned and you wait for Peter to finish arranging his books in his locker. Then, you walk out of school and walk to a diner nearby. It had the aesthetics of being in the 50's and you've always thought of what it'd be like to take Peter there. Now that it's coming true, you loved every second of it.

One date turned into two. Two dates turned into three. After three dates, you confirmed to Nat and Wanda that you're in love with him. They were really happy for you, but you felt scared about it. You were scared that he didn't love you too.

This resulted to you kind of distancing yourself from Peter. However, your weekly dates still continued. Not only that, Peter managed to do little things as well. He leaves you notes on your locker, he gives you a sunflower on your dates, gives you his dessert, and other things. You still weren't sure if he loves you too or if he was just being nice.

Your tenth date was kind of different, because you didn't go out somewhere special. Tony just threw a party for charity and you're Peter's date. At one point in the evening, he asks you to dance with him. Mind you, the dance wasn't slow like cliche rom com movies. The music was lively and everyone was having fun on the dance floor. Including aunt May and Happy.

"Peter, I don't- I don't dance." you whisper. Peter chuckles, "Same here, but I figured we could embarrass ourselves together. Everyone isn't looking, anyway. C'mon!"

Peter takes your hand and leads you to the dance floor. He starts to do the usual go-to dances like the twist and that one dance move where you hold your nose with one hand and one arm is raised up and pretends to drown or something. It was weird to see Peter like that, but you loved it. You start to join him and soon, you forgot that there were other people on the dance floor. You got to slow dance with him too; his hands were on your waist and your hands on his shoulders. It was a great moment.

Your next outing with Peter was with Ned, Betty and Michelle. You guys did karaoke and you were surprised to see that Peter was up next after Betty.

"I dedicate this to a girl I like who's here right now. I know she loves Whitney Houston so I've been practicing this song for ages! I don't really sing but I hope she likes it." Peter says and nods to the DJ. Suddenly, the intro to 'I Wanna Dance With Somebody' plays through the speakers. You chuckle and look at Peter who had his back turned to everyone and starts doing a little dance.

"Oh my god." Michelle laughs and starts filming it.

"Clock strikes upon the hour and the sun begins to fade..." Peter sings and turns around to look at you. He sings his heart out and although some parts were off-key, he did try his best and he looked like he was having fun. In fact, during his performance, everyone gets up and dances. You look around to see everyone dancing. Even Michelle (who stopped filming just to dance) and that says a lot.

You make eye contact with Peter and shrug, a big smile not leaving your face. You chuckle and finally stand up to dance with everyone. Peter gets down from the stage and begins to sing the chorus, "Oh, I wanna dance with somebody! I wanna feel the heat with somebody!"

"Yeah! I wanna dance with somebody!" you sing along with a giggle.

"With somebody who loves me." Peter looks at you and winks as he continues the rest of the song. He goes back on the small stage and does a dance while singing. Michelle smirks and bumps her hips with yours.

"I saw that!" she shouts over the music. "He's so into you, I swear."

"What?!" you ask, matching her tone. You look at Peter and he's really really into the song, "I NEED A MAN WHO'LL TAKE A CHANCE ON A LOVE THAT BURNS HOT ENOUGH TO LAST!!!"

"Yeah, Peter adores you! Trust me, I know these things because I've observed you guys a lot. It's kinda obvious if you observe." Michelle whispers in your ear.

"I also doubt that you notice that whenever you guys are out on a date, he wear your favorite color to match your eyes." Michelle adds with a smile. "Trust me, the guy loves you. And I know you love him too."

The song ends and everyone claps. Peter bows and put the mic back on the mic stand before going back to your table.

"Dude, that was crazy!" Ned chuckles. Peter smiles and does finger guns, "You know it!"

"I didn't know you had it in you, Peter." Betty grins. "I'm impressed."

Peter shrugs and thanks her. You look at each other and smile. "You did great, Parker." you compliment.

"You sound like your dad." Peter laughs causing you to laugh too.

Your next date with Peter was a picnic in the park. Both of you wanted something low budget and the weather was nice for a picnic on a Saturday at Central Park.

"This is so relaxing, Pete." you smile at him and take a sip of your (favorite flavor) juice. Peter nods in agreement, "Yes, it is. I'm glad we did this."

Both of you remain silent for a while and Peter looks at you and breaks the silence, "Y/N, I need to tell you something."

"What is it?" you ask.

"I'm in love with you." Peter blurts. "I love you so much. I love you more than I love myself and-"

"I love you too, Peter." you smile at him. He looks at you and leans in to give you a short and sweet kiss on the lips. You pull away after that and both of you blush.

You now realize that everything Peter has done for you, he did it because he loves you and he wants to show you instead of just saying it. After all, actions speak louder than words.

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I love this x

It's nearly 3am lmao so yeah I'll update later when I wake up x

#peter parker #peter parker imagines #peter parker blurbs #peter parker one shots #peter parker x reader #peter parker x y/n #peter parker fanfic #in-a-lot-of-fandoms-tbh

[fallen-imagine-angel]

Arranged Marriages & Forbidden Love - Chapter 9

Notes: Here you go, guys! Chapter 9 of AM&FL! I hope you guys like it! Peter’s here...sorta? anyway please like/comment/reblog because it makes me happy and it helps me out! Thanks!

Summary: You have an engagement party.

Arranged Marriages & Forbidden Love - Chapter 9

Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Word Count: angst :)

Warnings: none?

You wake up to a loud banging on your door.

“Go away!” You yell, shoving your pillow over your head.

“I’m coming in.” Your dad tells you before opening the door and walking in.

“I’m trying to sleep,” You groan, throwing a pillow at him. It hits him and falls to the ground harmlessly.

“You’re still sleeping? You need to get up, you’ve got things to do today.” He sighs, rubbing his temples.

“Like what?” You mumble, turning over to look at him.

“Lunch out with Harley, and then get ready for your engagement party tonight. (Y/n), it’s already almost noon.” Tony arches an eyebrow, waiting in anticipation for you to get up.

“One more hour?” You smile innocently at him. His worry fades into a smile as he chuckles.

“I’m sorry, honey, but no. I’ll let you sleep in more tomorrow, I promise. Maybe the two of us can get some ice cream tomorrow once you wake up, my treat. No paparazzi.” He ruffles your hair. You give him a small, genuine smile. You’ve missed moments like these recently. You haven’t had very many of them.

“Yeah, okay.” You nod and get out of bed. He leaves the room and you get ready for your lunch date.

~+~

As the time for your lunch date rolls around, you step into the living room. 

“Harley?” You ask, seeing Harley standing there with a rose in his hand. He turns around, breaking into a smile when he sees you.

“Hey, (Y/n). Ready to go?” He crosses over to you and grabs your hand, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“Yeah. Is that for me?” You tease, pointing at the rose. He blushes, smiling again as he hands it to you.

“Of course it is. A beautiful flower for my beautiful fiancée.” He links arms with you as the two of you walk through the front doors. You try not to frown at the word fiancée. You get in the car and head to lunch.

Your father made reservations at a fancy restaurant in the middle of New York City. Of course.

“Tell me if it gets to be too much. We can leave whenever you want.” Harley whispers into your ear as you’re sitting down in the chair he pulled out for you. You give him an appreciative smile.

“Thank you, Harley.” You nod. He sits across from you.

“So, are you excited about our engagement party tonight?” He asks, grabbing your hand across the table. Your right hand twitches under the table, the dull aching in your wrist rising to slight pain.

“A decent amount. I’m not dreading it, at least. I’m still actually engaged and I’m still getting married, so it’s still an exciting process, you know?” You hum, thinking it over deeply. He nods.

“I get that. Sorry that I’m not Pete.” He chuckles dryly, letting go of your hand to look at the menu.

That must be a sore subject for some reason. You’re not sure why he gets upset at mentioning Peter when he’s the one who brought it up.

“Got a problem with him?” You ask, raising an eyebrow.

“Huh? No, Parker’s fine. Haven’t talked to him in a while.” Harley shrugs, eyes scanning the menu even though you can tell he’s not focusing on the menu.

“Sure. And I didn’t hear you arguing with him the other day?” You put a finger on top of his menu, pulling it down so you can make eye contact with him.

“Fine, fine. He and I are in a little dispute right now, but it’s nothing to worry about. It’s not like you can talk to him, anyway.” Harley shrugs, reminding you of a sore spot of your own.

“Low blow, Keener. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say someone is jealous.” You tell him, half-jokingly.

“I’m not jealous, (Y/n/n). Besides, what do I have to be jealous of? I’m the one marrying you.” He chuckles, but you see the small frown he has before he puts the menu in front of his face again.

“You may have me but we both know you don’t have my love, that’s reserved for P--” 

“Can we stop talking about this? We’ve both said our piece.” Harley lowers his menu, making eye contact with you once more. He’s still smiling, but the smile is turning slightly more threatening than loving now.

He’s trying to save face in front of the paparazzi. 

You know Harley would never hurt you. That’s not the type of man he is. But, like every man, he can get angry. He doesn’t want to look like he’s angry at you in front of the paparazzi right before your engagement party, but you’re pushing his buttons and that can get any man riled up.

As you said, he would never dare to even raise a finger against you, but the two of you can have some nasty arguments on occasion.

Maybe he is jealous, you think to yourself. That would explain his small outburst, at least.

“Okay, we’ll change the subject.” You sigh, glancing over the menu even though you already know what you want.

Both of you stay silent for a long time.

Both of you stay silent for the rest of lunch. You instead look at each other lovingly, giggling like you’re so in love.

Even though it’s all an act.

~+~

You get home from lunch and immediately go to your room to get ready for your engagement party. There’s already a team full of professionals there waiting to do your hair, makeup, and outfit. They have a display of dresses laid out for you to examine and choose your favorite. You end up choosing a gold to black ombre dress that you like the most. You like it mostly because it’s beautiful and it has pockets. You have to have a dress with pockets. That way, you can keep things on you, and you can hide your hand.

Next, they choose a makeup look inspired by the dress.

After a long time of sitting in a chair and getting a dress on, you’re finally ready for your big party.

And exactly on time, too, because you can hear guests milling about in the area. You slip out of your door and see Harley standing there, a shocked look on his face as he checks you out.

“Oh, hey, didn’t realize you were already here. You ready to make our big entrance?” You murmur, grabbing his hand with your left one. 

You’re insecure about people touching your right hand. It doesn’t look or feel like a normal hand, so you’re self-conscious about it. That’s why you hide it. You don’t want the public to know about your imperfections. That’s why you’re wearing a thin gold glove on your right hand. It looks fancy, but it’s for an entirely different reason than everyone thinks.

“Y-Yeah...you look beautiful, by the way.” Harley clears his throat, finally tearing his eyes away from you.

“Thank you.” You smile at him, blushing slightly. 

Listen, there’s not nothing between the two of you. Sure, you don’t love Harley, you’re not sure you ever will. But, on the other hand, he is an attractive guy. You can’t deny that. You might’ve had a small crush on him before you met Peter.

But now that you’ve known Peter, you can’t bring yourself to love anyone else. It’s a curse that you have to deal with. You’ve loved, but you’ll never love again.

“And now, introducing the couple of the hour, (Y/n) Stark and Harley Keener!” You hear your father announce. You and Harley walk into the room, hand in hand. Your engagement ring on your left hand glints in the light. You look at the large crowd of people and surprisingly, you don’t have to force a smile onto your face. You’re genuinely happy for a minute.

You forget about your situation, you forget about the fight you had with Harley earlier, you forget your pent up frustration inside. You look at the room of people and you relax. 

Your friends are here, somewhere. They know how to distract you for one evening.

“I just want to say something before we continue with the party. (Y/n), my daughter, I am so proud of you. I love you and I am so proud of the strong woman you have become. Harley, you’ve been like a son to me this entire time and now I’m going to have you as my son-in-law. I couldn’t be happier. Thank you.” He smiles at the two of you.

Bull.

“Thanks, dad. I love you, too!” You smile at him then look over to Harley and press a kiss to his cheek. He blushes at the small lipstick mark you leave on him.

“Let the party commence!” Tony throws his hands in the air, putting down the mic as he walks off the stage.

“You can go find your friends, honey, you haven’t seen them in so long. I’ll go talk to people for a bit.” Harley pulls you to him and whispers into your ear, pressing a peck to your cheek as he walks away. You purse your lips and start searching the crowd for your friends. Finally, after a few minutes of searching, you see Ned.

“Ned!” You call out, walking up to him. He turns around and sees you, the largest smile covering his face.

“(Y/n)! Oh my god, I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever.” He hugs you tightly. You pull away and smile genuinely, tears pricking at your eyes.

This is good. You are happy.

“I know, it’s been a couple of years!” You laugh, grinning from ear to ear. Betty waves from Ned’s side.

“Hey, (Y/n)! Congrats on your engagement!” She smiles at you.

“Oh, thank you so much! I haven’t seen you since high school, Betty!” You hug her.

“Yeah, you’re getting married! I felt like such a stranger seeing everything happening with you in the tabloids instead of getting real updates. Thank goodness you invited us to this party or else I would’ve wondered if you were stuck here against your will.” Ned laughs, patting you on the back. You chuckle.

If only they knew.

“Ha, that’s funny. No, I’ve just been stuck at the compound recently doing some stuff on the business side. Unfortunately, I’ve been rather busy so I haven’t had time to reconnect with friends. I’m sorry, guys.” You give them an apologetic smile.

“Don’t be! Life happens, people get busy. You know you’re good friends when you can go years without talking a lot then the next time you see each other, it’s as if time never passed. Time hasn’t passed with us, (Y/n), everything’s cool.” He grins. You smile.

“That’s so sweet, Ned. I’ve missed you so much. We’ll have to hang out now that I’m getting some more free time.” You promise. He nods.

“For sure. Just text me when you’re available.” He nods.

“Oh, by the way, are you guys together?” You ask, smirking at the two of them. They connect hands.

“Yeah, we are. We got together almost a year ago and so far, everything is going amazing.” Betty blushes, leaning her head on Ned’s shoulder.

“You two are such a cute couple. Maybe I’ll be going to you guys’ engagement party soon.” You wink at them, nudging Ned. He laughs and looks over at Betty, pure love in his eyes.

“I hope so.” He smiles at her.

You envy his relationship. You envy that he’s in love with the person he’s with.

“Do you guys know where MJ is? She is here, right?” You ask them.

“Uh, I haven’t seen her here yet, but she did text me and tell me she was coming. She’s either fashionably late, or she’s somewhere in the crowd.” Ned tells you. You nod.

“Thanks, I’ll have to find her--”

“Hey, (Y/n), your dad wants us to say hi to some people.” Harley taps your shoulder. 

“Oh, okay. I’ll see you guys later!” You call back to Ned and Betty as you make your way around the party. You say hi to different guests all around.

~+~

After an hour of saying hi to people, you tell Harley that you’re going to take a breather. You break away from the party and find a remote balcony.

You walk to the railing, setting your champagne glass down as you take a few deep breaths and look up at the stars.

You like it like this. Calm and peaceful as you look up at the night sky. It’s nice, it makes you feel a little less like a stranger in your own home. 

Sure, you like the party scene. You used to party a lot back in high school, and a little bit in college. But sometimes you need a break. Especially when you’re faking everything. Right now, you need that break.

You close your eyes and steady your breathing, a small smile working its way onto your face.

“(Y/n)?” A voice calls out from the balcony door behind you.

“Harley, I told you I need a breather for a second. I’ll be back inside in a few minutes, I just need a moment alone--” You turn around, coming face to face with a man who is definitely not Harley.

“I-I’m sorry--” He stares back at you, eyes wide and mouth agape.

“Peter?”

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[calamity-bean]

Unexpectedly and quite by accident, I’ve fallen down a rabbit hole researching the historical Charles Frederick Des Voeux. 

I’ve learned a lot about the Franklin Expedition and its members lately through the brilliant efforts of the Terror fandom... But it occurred to me that I’ve seen barely any mention whatsoever of the real Des Voeux! Possibly this is simply because I’ve missed it, in which case, my bad; possibly this is because no one’s interested, in which case I’ve wasted a lot of time. But I got curious. So I started digging, and I found...

...not a ton, I’m afraid. Not in great detail. As Sir Francis McClintock noted, Des Voeux was young. His career was still just starting, and he simply hadn’t had much time yet to leave his mark. Yet he’d already been noted for his “intelligence, gallantry, and zeal.” He’d already traveled widely, served in multiple wars, and was recommended to the Erebus by none other than Fitzjames, who described him as “a most unexceptionable, clever, agreeable, light-hearted, obliging young fellow, and a great favourite of Hodgson’s, which is much in his favour besides.”

So here’s everything I’ve got on the real Charles Frederick, as best I could stitch together from naval records, histories, and more. Also featuring some thoughts on his portrayal in the TV series; Goodsir “in ecstacies”; a bit about Hodgson; and quite a lot of Fitzjames.

A quick note on accuracy. I’m not a historian. I tried my best. Most of the info here about Des Voeux’s naval career comes from sources that seem credible and that often back each other up. The bit I’m more cautious about, though, is his ancestry and early life, because the only source I could find claiming any knowledge of that was Burke’s Peerage, and Burke’s has been known to be... wrong. For lack of any info to the contrary, I’m going to give y’all Burke’s version of events for now, but for more on my findings and reservations, see the Sources section at the end of this post. And if you have more info on ol’ C. Freddie or spot any mistakes, feel free to let me know!

Edit, 11/9/18: Good news! @francienolan was kind enough to send me a newspaper clipping from The Colonies and India, May 25, 1895, featuring a statement from colonial governor George William Des Voeux supporting Burke’s claims. I’ve updated bits of this post accordingly and have added G. William’s statement to the Sources section at the end, but I’ve also left my original discussion of Burke’s information intact.

Early Life

According to Burke’s Peerage, Charles Frederick was the second son of Reverend Henry Des Voeux, himself the third son of Sir Charles Des Voeux, 1st Baronet of Indiaville, in the Queen’s County, Ireland (now County Laois). Ireland? But Des Voeux is a French name, right? Yes! It was also not the family’s original name, but yes, their origins were French. Marin Anthony Vinchon de Bacquencourt picked “Des Voeux” as his new surname after having a falling-out with Catholicism, which resulted in a falling-out with his family, which resulted in his emigrating from Normandy to Ireland. De Bacquencourt’s son, the aforementioned grandpa Sir Charles, was born in Ireland, got rich in India, repped Carlow Borough and Carlingford in the Irish House of Commons, and was created baronet in 1787. Fittingly for a house whose founder chose the name voeux (which can be translated as “wishes”), the official family motto was Altiora in votis: “Greater things are the objects of my wishes.”

Burke’s doesn’t bother listing Charles Frederick’s year or place of birth, because that would make my life too easy. But we can make some guesses. We know that his big bro (Henry Dalrymple) was born in either 1822 or 1824 and that his immediately younger bro (Charles Champagne) was born in 1827. (1827 also marks the death of Rev. Henry’s first wife, Frances Dalrymple of Barrow, County Derby, married December 1, 1812. Assuming C. F. was legitimate, which I’ve found no reason not to assume, Frances would have been his mother.) Thus, assuming at least a year between children, we can estimate that Charles Frederick was born no earlier than 1823 and no later than 1826.

As for where... The baronetcy was in Ireland, yes, but Henry Dalrymple was born in England — specifically, in Carlton, Nottinghamshire, which is also where Rev. Henry married his second wife, Frances (Fanny) Elizabeth Hutton, in 1828. If Rev. Henry’s family was in Carlton in both 1822/24 and 1828, it seems possible they were there when Charles Frederick was born, too. The genealogies I’ve found have had wildly different opinions about Rev. Henry’s total number of children, but according to Burke’s, at least, between his father’s three wives, Charles Frederick had eight full or half siblings: five brothers and three sisters. Some sources list fewer; some list even more! Who knows!

Alas: that’s all I’ve got on his early life, and it frustrates me that so much of it is based in reading between the lines. I do want to note the baronetcy’s coat of arms, which I found intriguingly squirrel-centric. Pictured up top, they consisted of a red field with a gold vertical stripe containing a squirrel above a Maure, with another purple squirrel as the crest. I mention this for one reason and one reason only: I now cannot stop thinking of Sebastian Armesto’s snarky, moody Mr. Des Voeux as a grumpy squirrel.

The Second Syrian War (1840)

Fast forward to 1840, when, happily, our information becomes much more specific. This year marks the first record I’ve found of Des Voeux’s naval career, when, according to McClintock, he served in the Second Syrian War (the Second Egyptian–Ottoman War) under Commodore Sir Charles John Napier, captain of the Powerful.

Des Voeux would now have been between the ages of 14 and 17. He definitely was not yet a mate, but I couldn’t find his exact rank at the time or any other particulars of his service in this conflict.

I know this post is supposed to be about Des Voeux, but I’d be remiss not to mention that another familiar face was also in the area: our good buddy James Fitzjames! He’d been a gunnery lieutenant aboard the Ganges (under Captain Barrington Reynolds) since October 17, 1838, and when the war began, his ship headed for the Mediterranean alongside the Powerful and the Implacable. James made himself rather notorious here by undertaking the tricky (and highly perilous) task of sneaking into Beirut one night, distributing a proclamation by Napier to the Egyptian soldiers camped there, and sneaking out again, which pissed off Egyptian commander Soliman Pasha al-Faransawi so much he put a price on Fitzjames’s head. Normal Tuesday night for James Fitzjames, really.

Whether Des Voeux and Fitzjames ever crossed paths in the Mediterranean, I don’t know. But they definitely did during...

The First Opium War (1841–42)

All aboard the Cornwallis! Pictured above, this 74-gun third-rate ship of the line hosted treaty negotiations following China’s defeat in 1842, and during the war itself, it served as home to Des Voeux as well as at least three other future members of the lost Franklin Expedition.

You can probably guess that Fitzjames was one of them; this war was, after all, “the time he got shot by the Chinese.” He’d caught the attention of Sir William Parker during the Syrian War and, after getting home and serving just a few weeks aboard the Excellent at Portsmouth, was appointed to the Cornwallis, Parker’s flagship, in April or May of 1841. 

Fitzjames recalls that Des Voeux was “a mere boy” at this time (he would’ve now been between 15 and 18) and that he was en route to join the Endymion, commanded by Sir Frederick Grey. Des Voeux did indeed transfer to the Endymion at some point during the war, though I’m not sure where or when. The Cornwallis departed from Plymouth July 3, 1841, and reached Chusan on January 12, 1842; the Endymion departed Plymouth February 2, 1841, but had to refit its mainmast at the Cape of Good Hope and its hull at Aden, and THEN spent some time in the East Indies, so it didn’t reach Chusan till July 5, 1842. I’m not sure whether Des Voeux stayed on the Cornwallis all the way to China or whether he joined the Endymion at some port en route. Somewhere in the midst of all this, he also found time to serve as a naval aide-de-camp to General Sir Hugh Gough, the British commander-in-chief.

Another future Erebite to serve on the Cornwallis in China was Stephan Stanley, though Fitzjames tells us his time on board was brief, and I don’t know that it overlapped with Des Voeux’s. And, last but not least: George Henry Hodgson. At this time a mate, he was appointed to the Cornwallis on June 5, 1841, and distinguished himself in his service, particularly at Chinkiang (Zhenjiang) — so much so that he was rewarded with a lieutenant’s commission on December 23, 1842, shortly after the end of the war. He would probably love to tell his fellow officers about his role at Chinkiang over dinner sometime, I reckon, if even the slightest mention of that battle didn’t make Fitzjames launch into his whole bullet-wound saga again.

Perhaps the Cornwallis is where Hodgson’s particular fondness for Charles got its start. At any rate, the acquaintance with Fitzjames would prove fateful (and indirectly fatal) for Des Voeux.

Officer’s Examinations and Training (1844)

The next mention I’ve found of Charles Freddie comes from May 1, 1844, when he passed the examinations required for lieutenant rank and was promoted to mate / sub-lieutenant. Congrats!

Shortly after, in June, he was appointed to the Excellent (formerly the Boyne, above) at Portsmouth. I previously mentioned Fitzjames being employed on the Excellent also, as was Hodgson at various times. It was, in fact, a training ship — a gunnery school anchored north of Portsmouth Dockyard where sailors trained in such skills as artillery and mathematics by, say, firing big guns into the creek. Fitzjames served here in 1838 from January 19 to October 17, and then again for a few weeks in the spring of 1841. Hodgson served for some time starting in October 1840 and then again starting November 27, 1844; and Des Voeux served for “several months” starting in June 1844. Captain Sir Thomas Hastings was commander throughout all these years.

And now, at last, we reach 1845.

The Franklin Expedition (1845–??)

Des Voeux joined the crew of the Erebus on March 4, 1845, on the recommendation of James Fitzjames, who selected him based on their service together aboard the Cornwallis. He was now no older than 22 and no younger than 19. 

We all know how this ends, even if we don’t know exactly when or how Des Voeux died. The National Maritime Museum’s collection contains a scrap of a wool shirt trimmed with cotton, cream colored, that was found by Inuit of Repulse Bay at a campsite near the mouth of the Back River and obtained from them by John Rae. A group of men from the expedition had starved to death at this camp. Near the left edge of the fragment, in line with the buttonholes, is inked “F:D:V: 1845.” 

I suppose that’s not necessarily proof Des Voeux died at that camp; another man could have appropriated the shirt before or after Des Voeux’s death. But we know Des Voeux was at least still alive by May 28, 1847, when he and Graham Gore signed the record left in the cairn at Victory Point:

“28th of May, 1847. H.M. ships ‘Erebus’ and ‘Terror’ wintered in the ice in lat. 70° 05′ N., long. 98° 23′ W.

Having wintered in 1846–47 [sic; it was actually the winter of ’45–46] at Beechey Island, in lat. 74° 43′ 28′′ N., long. 91° 39′ 15′′ W., after having ascended Wellington Channel to lat. 77°, and returned by the west side of Cornwallis Island. Sir John Franklin commanding the expedition. All well. Party consisting of 2 officers and 6 men left the ships on Monday, 24th May, 1847.

Gm. Gore, Lieut. Chas. F. Des Voeux, Mate.”

Funnily enough, Des Voeux was technically not, by this time, a mate. One of the things that started me down this research rabbit-hole in the first place is that I came across a source referring to him as a lieutenant. That took me rather aback! The TV show never refers to him that way. As it turns out, though, Her Majesty did indeed promote Des Voeux, by brevet, to lieutenant on November 9, 1846. This was announced in a November 10 supplement to the London Gazette, which printed his new rank amid a long list of other officers whose various commissions were all to be dated to the 9th. Of course, by this time, the expedition had been gone more than a year already, the ships were already icebound off the coast of King William Land. Neither Des Voeux nor any of his shipmates could ever have learned of this. (The other mates — Sargent, Couch, Hornby, and Thomas — all received their commissions during the expedition, too.) As such, a lot of sources do refer to Des Voeux by his official rank of lieutenant, but for the purposes of the expedition itself, as far as we know, he continued to function as a mate.

Side note: It just so happens that I’m posting this on November 9, 2018. So... Happy 172nd anniversary of that promotion you never knew about, dude.

Tragedy is unavoidable with the Franklin Expedition, but I want to end this little history on a happier note. The following anecdote comes from a journal Fitzjames kept from June 8, 1845, a couple weeks after the expedition left Greenhithe, to July 11, the day before they continued onward from their stop at the Whalefish Islands in Greenland’s Disko Bay. Here they left the last of their letters ever to reach home. On Wednesday, June 25, 1845, Fitzjames recorded this pleasant scene of Des Voeux helping Goodsir collect specimens:

“I am now writing, 11 P.M., lat. 63°, near about a place marked on the chart as Lichtenfels. The sea, as the sun set half an hour ago, was of the most delicate blue in the shadows; perfectly calm — so calm that the Terror’s mast-heads are reflected close alongside, though she is half a mile off. The air is delightfully cool and bracing, and everybody is in good humour, either with himself or his neighbours. I have been on deck all day, taking observations. Goodsir is catching the most extraordinary animals in a net, and is in ecstacies. Gore and Des Voeux are over the side, poking with nets and long poles, with cigars in their mouths, and Osmar laughing.”

I think this a sweet way to remember them all: happy in each other’s company, laughing, on a beautiful summer’s eve. And wow, you can really tell it’s summer in the Arctic when the sun’s just set at 11 p.m., huh?

Thoughts on Des Voeux in The Terror (2018)

It’s been a bit surreal getting an idea of the real Des Voeux after only knowing him from The Terror. I haven’t read the novel, so I can’t speak to Dan Simmons’s depiction; as for the TV series, on my first watch-through I barely noticed him at all. By my second watch, I’d since taken notice of Sebastian Armesto in general, and I made a special point of recording every sign of Des Voeux in every episode: what he says, what he does, his personality, etc.

The show’s version of Charles Frederick is not terribly likable. He’s condescending to Goodsir and hostile to the Inuit. He’s sardonic at the best of times and, at worst, a mutineer, a cannibal, the killer of Tom Hartnell, a pathetic figure last seen begging Silna, whom he always disparaged, for help. He does not, in short, much resemble the friendly, good-humored boy who caught sea creatures for Goodsir and was so well-liked by Hodgson and Fitzjames.

But even on the show, he’s also portrayed as a highly capable officer — highly trusted, even, right up till the mutiny. Heck, part of the reason the mutiny succeeds is because he’s so trusted: in 1.08, when Crozier says they need a mate to guard the armory, Fitzjames immediately suggests Des Voeux, unaware that he’s already under Hickey’s sway. In 1.04, too, Fitzjames entrusts him with guarding Silna on her first night aboard the ship. It’s an echo (perhaps an unintentional one) of the real Fitzjames’s regard for the real Des Voeux — a regard which inadvertently doomed the younger man by securing his spot on the expedition in the first place, and which, in the show’s version of events, is all the more bittersweet in light of his eventual betrayal.

There’s an echo, too, of Des Voeux’s training aboard the Excellent that shows in his facility with artillery, maths, and calculations. In 1.02, he leads the party to the cairn so accurately that Gore says he deserves a prize for his orienteering, and in 1.05, we see him performing calculations to determine atmospheric pressure based on the speed of sound. He’s put in charge of armed parties multiple times throughout the series, suggesting he’s capable with a rifle, if tragically twitchy-fingered at times. There’s even an echo of his service in China in the East Asian–esque shirt he wears as a costume at Carnivale.

I don’t know whether the writers had the real Des Voeux’s background in mind when coming up with ANY of this; for all I know, I’m reading too deep into coincidence. But it’s interesting all the same. And though I really don’t mind that the show decided to make Des Voeux rather unpleasant — that version is an interesting character in his own right — I can’t help but feel a new and surprisingly deep attachment to him now that I’ve spent so much time trying to get to know the real guy, who left so few traces other than his name on some papers and a fragment of shirt.

Sources

Edit, 11/9/18: In the original version of this post, I expressed a lot of concerns about whether Charles Frederick was truly of the Indiaville family of Des Voeuxes, as I couldn’t find any source other than Burke’s to verify it. Happily, it turns out that Sir George William Des Voeux, a governor of Fiji, Newfoundland, and Hong Kong, wrote the following to The Colonies and India on May 25, 1895:

“Being, to my great regret, unable to attend the celebration of the 50th anniversary of the departure of the Franklin Expedition, I venture to ask of your courtesy the permission to make known through your columns the fact that injustice has been done to the memory of one of the officers of that expedition by the misspelling of his name upon the memorial column in Waterloo Place. The officer in question was my brother, Charles Frederick Des Voeux, mate (subsequently promoted to lieutenant) in the Erebus, Sir John Franklin’s ship.”

G. William was definitely the son of Rev. Henry Des Voeux and a descendant of de Bacquencourt, and thus, despite all my reservations, it appears that Burke’s genealogy is indeed... correct! I’ve left my original discussion of Burke’s Peerage intact below, though, for anyone interested.

Original version of this section:

Most of the info in this post comes from one or more of the following:

The Voyage of the ‘Fox’ in Arctic Seas (Sir Francis Leopold McClintock, 1859)

A Naval Biographical Dictionary (William Richard O’Byrne, 1849)

Papers and Despatches Relating to the Arctic Searching Expeditions of 1850 (James Mangles, 1852)

The National Maritime Museum

The Royal Navy Lists

These sources corroborate each other sufficiently that I feel pretty OK about the info gleaned from them, which primarily pertains to Des Voeux’s naval career. As mentioned up top, though, the only source I could find on Des Voeux’s ancestry and early life was Burke’s Peerage. At least four editions (of the editions I could find scans of) explicitly identify Rev. Henry Des Voeux’s second son as our Des Voeux. “Charles-Frederick, R.N., lieut. on board one of the ships of Sir John Franklin’s ill fated expedition” appears in the 1898, 1910, and 1914 editions; the 1907 edition reads “Charles Frederick, R.N. lost in Sir John Franklin's expedition.”

Burke’s isn’t necessarily wrong, but it’s definitely been known to make mistakes, and I really wanted to find another source verifying that our Charles Frederick was, indeed, of the Indiaville family, in case he could possibly have come from some other family also called Des Voeux. Basically, my concern has been: What if Burke’s just plain wrong? What if the idea that this lost member of an infamous expedition belonged to the Des Voeuxes of Indiaville was an invention erroneously conjured up later, simply because they happened to share a name?

Unfortunately, the genealogies and peerage lists I found were contradictory and/or glaringly incomplete. Even the ship’s musters from the Cornwallis, Endymion, etc., could have been immensely helpful here, as they sometimes list ages and even place of birth (though the Erebus’s manifest doesn’t list either for Des Voeux), but the National Archives hasn’t yet digitized the records from the relevant ships and years.

Another frustration is an inconsistency — or, rather, a lack of detail — in Burke’s itself. While some editions explicitly link him to the expedition, many earlier ones (such as 1845, ’48, ’50, ’58, ’60, ’61, ’65, and ’68) refer to Rev. Henry’s second son simply as... “Frederick, R.N.” No “Charles”; no further detail. I’d feel much more secure if a full “Charles-Frederick” had appeared in editions printed before the Franklin Expedition became so infamous. Even these earlier editions, though, all at least note that “Frederick Des Voeux” was Royal Navy — R.N. — and they shorten his siblings’ names as well. Henry Dalrymple is listed simply as “Henry”; Charles Champagne is just “Charles.” So “Frederick” could, conceivably, likewise be standing in for two given names, e.g. Charles Frederick. And something must have happened to Frederick by 1894 to render him dead, missing, or otherwise ineligible for a title, as the baronetcy skips straight from Henry Dalrymple (5th Baronet) to Charles Champagne (6th). 

In the end... Who knows. I can’t prove he was of the Des Voeuxes of Indiaville; I can’t prove he wasn’t. For what it’s worth, though, I can tell you that like 50% of the guys in the Indiaville family were apparently named Charles and/or Frederick. If nothing else, our boy would fit right in.

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[neko-rogers]

          i’ve gotten an ample amount of requests and these are what i’ve gotten the motivation to do so far           it’s only fair i make this since i don’t want u guys to be think i’ve suddenly dropped off the face of the earth lol

what i do / do not write about

my ask if u have any questions or would like to send an idea 

last updated: december 8, 2020

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peter parker

hear me out—dark step brother Peter making you take him in the middle of the night while your parents sleep down the hall. Maybe he caught you sneaking it or coming out of the shower and now he’s fucking you against the wall and telling you it’s what you deserve. (12% progress)

Hi! Can you please write dark!peter (noncon )where he cheated on y/n and desperately wants her back when she already moved on married and pregnant? Pleaseeee (3% progress)

steve rogers

none yet. (having a hard time composing on how i’ll make a dark, manipulative (step-brother) steve)

warren worthington iii

an angsty fic based off on ‘the kids arent alright’ by fall out boy (10% progress)

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#list #fic queue #neko-rogers

[i-am-a-closet-fanfic-fiend]

Announcement and a Poll

Hi my lovelies! I hope you are all doing well! I have a few announcements to make so pardon the long post. 

First of all, I just want to say thank you all so much for the continued love and support. I know I’ve been kinda radio silent on responses but I do read all of them. And they make my heart sing, so any of you who take the time to like, comment, or reblog, just know that it means everything to me. 

So now onto the real announcements. 

1. I am clearing out my tag lists 

What does this mean? It means that anyone whose tag hasn’t worked for more than three rounds of tagging is getting pulled off my lists. Everyone else will stay as they are. If you would like to change your tag please send me an ask. (I will tag all of my active tag lists on a reblog of this post) Please check. If you’ve changed your url please send me an ask/message so I can update. Thanks very much! 

2. I am buckling down and focusing on finishing my open fics. Let me know which one you want to see next. 

See below the cut for more info! 

Congrats on making it past the cut. Welcome to my rambles. 

  As many of you lovelies have probably realized my posting has been a bit haphazard since I came back from hiatus in September. I’ve been hoping and trying since then to get on a regular schedule with the intent of updating all of my open stories (of which there’s lots) all at the same time. However, after about 4 months of not making enough headway to do any of this I’ve realized that it’s not really feasible with well life. 

So I have decided to focus on finishing fics one or two at a time (instead of 7 at a time). I’ll also still be writing oneshots and taking requests but I’ll only be taking on series two at a time (maybe one if it’s really involved) Also I will probably try to make a good chunk of headway before I start posting and then I’ll set up a post schedule. So it will be a little while before anything comes out. And there may be lulls later on. 

The first two stories up on my to do list are... (drumroll please) 

Cupid’s Code 

and

Stepping Up 

So Poll time! I kind of have an idea in my head of what order I will do things in but I would love to hear from you all what you are most excited about. 

List of Open Projects Vote for what you would like to see me get back to next in the comments (or my inbox) and I will keep it in mind. I’ve linked the masterlists which all have summaries in case you’ve forgotten what they’re about. 

Terms and Conditions (Bucky x Reader College!AU)

All or Nothing (Bucky x Reader) 

An Appearance of Love (Bucky x Reader Greek Mythology!AU)

Fallen (Bucky x Reader Angel!AU) 

Cross It Off (Steve Rogers x Reader) 

Sexiled (Steve Rogers x Reader College!AU) 

Primary Colors (Stucky x Reader Soulmate!AU) 

A New Mission (Peter Parker x Reader/ Dad!Bucky) 

I really appreciate your support and value all your input so please comment. 

Thanks so much for everything! Have a good week. 

xoxo

Naynay

#Announcement #Long post #Open Projects #Tag Lists #Taking Care of Business.

[afterglowparker]

International Love Day!!

In honor of international love day, I wanted to throw out some love into the world!! This is also a friendly reminder that today can be celebrated by more than just couples! Love knows no bounds, so be sure to let people know you love them, regardless of relationship status! Under the cut is a list of blogs/people I absolutely adore! In one way or another, they have all inspired me; they’re all very gifted and talented! Consider this a rec list too if you don’t follow them yet. I promise you won’t be disappointed.

@bensroger: abby! i know you don’t know who i am (strong start) but i absolutely adore you and your writing! i’ve practically been through your masterlist multiple times at this point. thank you for sharing your writing with the world and aLSO YOU LOOK SO GORGEOUS IN THAT DRESS YOU BOUGHT FOR YOUR SCHOOL BALL! 💘

@bi-writes: b! we! love! a! talented! writer! and such a wonderful human! you are so beautiful and i also wanna thank you for constantly feeding my thirst for tom holland whOOPS 💕

@cosmetologynerd: payton :')))) i have definitely expressed my love for you before, but imma do it again BECAUSE YOU ARE AMAZING AND DESERVE TO CONSTANTLY BE TOLD SO!! thank you for answering my whack questions, making me cry with your fics, and being an all-around fantastic human being. i’m so glad to know you and call you a friend! ILY. 💝

@hollandroos: soph, i hope this doesn’t come across as weird, but i just wanted to let you know that i think you are a phenomenal writer! i don’t think i have read one piece of work from you that i haven’t loved. ALSO thank you for supplying some quality™ ben hardy fics, cuz uH i love him. and you. you are amazing. 💖

@h-osterfield: kat! we appreciate a harrison osterfield loving queen! you have some of my favorite series on this site and i don’t think i ever get tired of reading them. (catch me constantly crying while re-reading yellow roses, remember when, and the art of pretending. sorry i’m a mess.) I HOPE THIS DAY WAS A GOOD ONE  FOR YOU. THANK YOU FOR BEING YOU, CUZ YOU IS PRETTY SPECTACULAR. ALSO HARRISON IN THAT RED SUIT. I’M. I’M CRYING. 💗

@lovelyspidey: bbyyyy stop i am so soft for you. you are so sweet and i cannot express how much i love you. i live for your writing and anytime i see you on my dash or in my notifs my heart soars. i love you!! you are so very wonderful! 💖

@madmadmilk: i know we don’t know each other in particular, but i feel it is important for me to let you know how amazing i think you are. in you i have found such a phenomenal writer. i just love your blog as a whole. everything about it. such quality™ content. i always think about ground rules. and alsooooo i live for the madmadthirst tag. :’) 💝

@peeterparkr: !!! not to be weird, but the day i stumbled across your blog was such a blessing. i binged your entire masterlist in one go. morning classes be DAMNED because that is how good your writing was. i laughed. i cried. i felt every emotion. you’re amazing!! 💕

@pparkerwrites: i feel like at this point you already know how much i adore you, but imma say it again, because I FREAKIN ADORE YOU SO, SO MUCH! forever one of my favorite writers/blogs. i constantly turn to your blog for a good read, cuz i don’t get tired of reading your work. never forget how phenomenal of a writer and how amazing of a human you are!! (did that sentence make sense?? point is i love you and you deserve the world.) 💘

@spider-boi: beaaaa i: love you. yet another writer who i truly love. you werer amongst some of the first writers i discovered when i first started reading for peter parker and co. and i am so glad i found your blog. I STAN A TALENTED WRITER. AND I THINK EVERYONE ELSE SHOULD TOO. (it’s you. you’re the talented writer.) 💖

@spideyshcllands: angie :’))) ily my lil’ bby. you are so sweet and i look forward to everything you post. congrats on all your success thus far!! i am proud of you and know that i wait with baited breath for you to continue to make me cry with in a heartbeat!! 💕

@starksparker: kaylee. i think we have established that i think you are amazing. you were one of the people that inspired me to write again and i thank you for that. you hold some of my favorite fics on this site and seeing your continue success and growth is amazing. never forget how wonderful you are! you have a real gift. 💝

@stuckonspidey: lilly!!! yet another person that constantly makes me cry with their fics. upon finding your blog, i binged i only feel you so fucking fast and waiting for more updates for it always kept me on edge. you really ripped my heart out. but i thank you for that because i live for good angst. thanks for sharing your work with the world! ily! 💗

i could go on forever, but i will leave it here. if you aren’t on this list, just know i probably do still love you so much! happy valentine’s day y’all! 💘💕💝💖💗

#i love and appreciate you all!! #regardless of whether or not we are mutuals #you are all amazing and bring so much to the table #and i am glad to have found your blogs and thus gotten to know some of you better #never forget how wonderful you are!! #happy international love day! #aka valentines day #grace babbles #grace loves her friends and people in general

[eeyore101247]

Congrats lovely!!! Could I have the prompt Angst #4 with Peter Parker?

That one was just taken, but any of the others that are free are free game hun! Make sure to check the updated post to see! 💕

#lolo answers #ask lolo #spideyboipete

[menalliha]

Proud of You

Summary: The support of your boyfriend is all you’ve ever needed.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Word Count: 1.9K

Warning: Angst, Tony is kinda a jerk (I didn’t mean too!!)

A/N: This is my first Peter oneshot. I was feeling a bit angsty with this. I hope it turned out well. 

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When you entered the science fair at school, you were hoping that your dad, Tony Stark, would help you. That was the plan anyway. You enjoyed the father-daughter time you got to spend together. You always updated him on school stuff and he made sure Peter was treating you right and still making time for you. But sadly plans change. This was for the worst. You wanted to show your dad you were helping develop his nanotech and wanted to be like him. You wanted him to finally be proud of you for following your dreams. The one thing he told you to never give up on.

Growing up, you always lived with your mom and step-dad. They never hid the fact Tony was your real dad, your mom just knew he wouldn’t have time for you. You did many assortments of  things like ballet and soccer. But your passion for science started to develop when your 6th grade class went on a field trip to a science center. You couldn’t help but be intrigued.

Once your mom noticed the way you loved science like your dad, she went to him and tried really hard to get him to take you every other weekend. She didn’t care if he was busy or not, he helped to create you.  

Ever since your dad took on the roll of helping Peter with being Spider-Man, you saw less and less of both your dad and your boyfriend. Granted once you hit high school, you barely saw Tony anyway. He was too busy being Iron Man and trying to impress people. You suddenly, were less important. The only people who knew you were his daughter was the Avengers, Peter and obviously your mom, step-dad and you.

Tony used to boast about you all the time to the other members on the team. Saying how you did well at your ballet recital or how you kicked the winning goal in your soccer game. But what made him the most proud was the first time you ever won first place in a science fair. He was so proud of you for trying so hard and having results.

But now, here you sit alone in the lab of the compound, trying to rework the nanotech he developed. You weren’t having much luck. You wanted to show how it could help close wounds and save lives. Help recreate cells and tissue for any injuries that were caused.

You had spent day and night trying to get it to work. You ended up using a whole box of band-aids from making small cuts on your fingers and hands. You don’t remember the last time you slept or even ate or even showered and changed clothes.

The lab door opened but you barely moved a muscles. Trying to rewrite equations and try new ideas. You didn’t even bother to see who it was that came in. Bruce still used the lab around whatever it was you did. As well as even trying to help you. He’s become like a father to you. Willing to drop what he was doing to help you.

“Hey,” You looked up at the source of the voice, seeing your boyfriend with a tray of food. “I-I uh made you something to eat. No one knows when the last time it was when you left the lab.” Peter smiled and set the tray in front of you. He watched as you eyed the food. “You’ve been working way to hard. It’s Sunday and you’ve been at this since Friday after school. You need to eat.”

Carefully you picked up the sandwich he made you and took a big bite. “Thank you Peter.” You said as you covered your mouth. “Where did my dad go? You guys just got back like a few hours ago. I wanted to show him my progress. It’s actually a lot.” Smiling, you knew Peter would love to hear about the progress you made.

Peter tried to avoid any and all eye contact. You gave him a stern ‘Peter’ and watched as he fidgeted with his hands. You knew something was up.

“I-I’m so sorry babe! I-I-I tr-tried so hard to get him to see you. H-He had a dinner planned for him and Ms. Potts. I tried. I really did.” Peter watched as your sunken dark eyes fell with disappointment. “Y-You want to try and call him…?” He pulled a stool next to you and sat with you. “I won’t leave your side.” He gently placed a loose strand of hair, that somehow got free from your messy bun, behind your ear and kissed your temple. Wrapping an arm around your shoulders, he kissed your shoulder and gave you his goofy smile you loved so much.

You were grateful for Peter. Granted he was busy being Spider-Man, he tried to make time for you. You were one of the single most important things to him and he vowed to keep you safe. Out of harm's way from bad guys and anyone else who would try to hurt you.

Calling Tony, you rested your head on Peter’s shoulder and closed your eyes for the duration of the ringing. Hearing a click followed by a few mummers and background noise, You lifted your head slightly. “Hey dad…”

“Hey kiddo look I’m kinda busy. Can I call you back later? Or even see you later at the compound?” Tony replied.

You had to head back home with your mom and step-dad tonight. So you weren’t going to be able to see him. “Uh… yeah you can call me. I’m going back with mom tonight. I won’t really see you until the science fair this coming Friday though.” Your voice was laced with disappointment but you knew Tony couldn’t tell. He was too busy whispering things to Pepper that you could barely hear.

“Oh yeah the science fair. Shoot, I hope I didn’t book a meeting during that time.” The line fell silent for a brief moment. “I’ll be there I promise sweetie. Look, I’m sorry to cut this short but I need to go.” Before you could protest, the line went dead.

Tossing your phone on the table, you got up and paced the room. Peter could tell you were on the verge of a nervous breakdown. Having lack of sleep and constantly working, he knew this could be worse.

Jumping to his feet, he took his jacket off and wrapped it around you, giving you his familiar scent that usually calmed you, then wrapped his arms around you in a strong embrace. Pulling you close to his chest, he rocked you gently and rubbed your head along with your back. He felt as your body started to shake and almost silent sobs left your mouth.

“What have I done to make my dad push me away…? We used to be so close. Is it because I don’t have super powers…? Or it is because I’m just not relevant to his life anymore? Peter… promise me you won’t ever push me away… please.” Pressing your face in the crook of his neck, you kept softly whispering ‘please’ over and over again. Peter’s grip on you tightened as he kissed your cheek.

The words that left your mouth made his heartbreak. You always looked up to Tony and thought highly of him. But Peter knew here recently he hasn’t been sticking to his word. He was supposed to take you out to lunch one day but never showed up. Followed by picking you up from school when your mom and step-dad couldn’t, but he never did either. You were once the thing he gloated about. Saying how smart you were and how you would follow in his footsteps.

He always promised you he would never be like his father but he was breaking that promise.

As the rest of the day went on, Bruce and Peter helped you with your project. Finally making a breakthrough, you managed to finish it and take it home with you.

Thanking Bruce with a big hug and Peter with a quick kiss on the cheek, you hurried outside and got in your moms car. Telling her about your finished project for the fair and how you had help from Bruce and Peter. You lied and told your mom that Tony was busy that’s why the others helped you. But deep down, your mom knew the truth and saw the pain as you tried to hide the white lie. Along with the false hope of hearing from your dad that night - which you never did.

Once the day came for the science fair, you watched as judged walked around, asking questions about everyone’s projects. You had your whole speech ready to give as the judges made their way around to you.

Scanning the crowd of people, you saw your mom, step-dad and even Peter with Ned and MJ as well as Bruce. But no sign of your dad. You quickly pulled out your phone and sent your dad a quick text making sure he would be here and how they were going to be at your booth soon to judge your project.

You got nothing. No response from your dad. Your heart shattered. You had talked this event up for months. He promised each time and even said he would be here the last time you talked to him. He was only saying that to make you happy. You hated making these assumptions but every possibility crossed your mind as to why he would say he’d be here.

Looking down at your feet, you rubbed your arm and tried to hold back the tears. Squeezing your eyes shut, you heard the judges approach your booth.

“Ms. Stark, what wonderful new age technology have you blessed us with?” Your science teacher smiled at you. “She is one of our top students and following in her father’s footsteps. Hopefully you can impress the judges. I have my faith in you.”

You swore your heart was going to beat out of your chest, your palms grew sweaty as you wiped them on your pants. You cleared your throat and started to explain the technology of the nanotech and the purpose it had. The judges seemed very invested in your project and gave great compliments to you.

Once the science fair was over, your family and friends came and joined you as you carried your first place ribbon.

“Congrats baby!” Your mom hugged you and kissed your head as your step-dad did the same.

“How about we all go out to dinner and celebrate!” Smiling, you nodded and heard Ned and MJ talk about what they could get to eat along with dessert. Your parents have been feeding those two since you became close friends.

Tracing the patterns of the ribbons, Peter placed one hand on your shoulder and lifted your chinn with the other. “You going to be ok? I know he never showed up. You still had me here. I’m your number one supporter.” He managed to make you smile and pulled you into a tight embrace. “I’m proud of you Y/N.” He whispered to you.

You buried your face in his neck and cried. “Those are they only two words I have ever wanted to hear from my dad… but that will never happen. Peter… thank you for never giving up on me when I wanted to give up on myself and giving me hope.”

Peter tightened his grip on you. “Why would I ever give up on my smart, beautiful and amazing girlfriend? Just know, I will always be proud of you.” He wiped your tears and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead then a quick one on your nose, causing you to giggle.

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