#Peter's voice especially just feels like a long much needed hug

[lovelettersforthedamned]

I just read this and 🥹🥹

https://www.tumblr.com/lovelettersforthedamned/736383346194694144/okay-this-request-might-be-a-little-specific-and

Could you do a part two?? Where Peter finally knows from her telling him because he’s still worried something is wrong between?

The Parkers

--genre: FLUFF, slight angst

--pairing: husband!tasm!peter parker x pregnant!wife!reader

--word count: 0.9k

--warnings: language, reader is pregnant, anxiety, one mention of nausea, FLUFF, peter loves his wife and her overthinking so much.

lowkey was waiting for someone to ask for a part two because i love this fic so much...

It was half past nine when you and Peter decided to head back home. The party was winding down, and after a cleaning up, May seemed like she was ready to hit the hay as well. With one last hug for everyone left in the living room, Peter leads you out the front door. 

As soon as the two of you stepped into the night, a shiver ran up both of your spines. A quick glance at each other signaled that it was absolutely freezing. Peter immediately pulls you into his side and starts to rub his hand along your arm at a fast pace, a simple attempt at trying to warm you up. You giggle at his action, looking up at him and his now rosy cheeks, admiring your husband. 

You must have not noticed how long you were silent, Peter broke it, “You sure you’re alright, bug?” Peter still thinks that there’s something wrong between the two of you. The thought was eating him alive as you’ve been silent the entire walk home. 

Your body tenses at his question, and with you still pulled into his side, he felt it too. May’s get-together was a good distraction from the very real situation you’ve found yourself in, and Peter's question brought back all the anxiety you felt earlier today. The hairs on his arms raised at the sudden nervousness radiating off of you. Even though your anxiety is urging him to speak, he allows you the time to respond. “Oh–um…Yeah, everything’s alright. I just need to talk to you about something,” your voice wavering, didn’t help either your or Peter’s feelings right now. 

Peter clears his throat, “Yeah, what’s going on?”

All of a sudden, you feel hot. Even a thin sheen of sweat appears on your brow, but the last thing you want is for Peter to let go of you. Your pace slows as you muster up the courage to tell him about everything, the test, the nausea, the conversation with Miriam, all of it. “Peter, I-I’m,” you take a sharp and deep breath, not daring to look anywhere but the pavement, “I’m pregnant.”

And still, with the words leaving the tightness of your throat, you still don’t feel any better. As you wait for any sort of response from Peter, you feel worse. 

You finally pry your eyes away from the gray cement and to the warm brown eyes of your husband. You two look at each other for a prolonged moment. You’re so nervous, but you can’t bear to pull yourself out of the trance of Peter’s eyes. 

You sigh, as you begin to speak, more like ramble, again, “Fuck, I know I should have told you as soon as I found out this morning, but I was, still am, nervous. And I also know I have no reason to be nervous, especially around you, but everything about this scares the shit out of me, but it also makes me so excited? I just have a lot of emotions right now, and I don’t know how to–.”

You're quickly enveloped in a bone-crushing hug, Peter rocking you two back and forth. He lets go of you as he brings both of his hands up to your face, “I’m gonna be a dad?” 

His entire reaction throws you off guard as you look at his features, “Uh…yeah, Pete. You’re gonna be a dad.”

A little giggle leaves his mouth before he leans his head down to kiss you softly, but passionately. The tenseness in your shoulders dissolves as you kiss him back. You two probably look crazy to others walking or driving down the street, but neither of you cared for them. 

With one last peck, Peter pulls away from your lips with a wide smile on his face. He brushes a stray hair that fell into your face behind your ear as his eyebrows furrow, “Why were you so nervous baby?”

“I don’t know,” you start, “I know that we’ve talked about kids before, but now, it’s real and I didn’t know how you were going to react.”

“Oh, bug. I will always stand by you and with you through whatever life throws at us. This is pretty big, but I fully believe that you’re capable of amazing things like being a mother, and with me, raising a family. I love you so so much (Y/N). Forever and ever.”

Peter always can bring a tear to your eye just off the way he loves you. You never knew how much you could love someone until you met Peter, and you were silly for ever thinking that his love for you would dull due to something like this. 

“You know, Miriam caught onto me earlier today?”

He leads you into a casual stroll as he recoils in disbelief, “No way. You just found out, how could she know?”

You shrug, “Said she could ‘see it in my face’.”

Peter laughs, grabbing ahold of your hand, and giving it a soft squeeze, “Maybe she’s magic…You know, May said that she once knew if her patient’s baby was a boy or a girl. And she was right.”

“Well,” you look at your husband, “we know who we need to go to when one of us wants to buy a lottery ticket!”

--author's note: EEEKKK!!! YAY A PART TWOOOO!!!!! peter loves reader so much omg its sickening. i need to write dad!peter more bc damn, i need him. be sure to like, comment, and reblog if you love what you see. my asks/inbox is open to send requests!!! ok, bye ily<3333

#peter parker x reader #andrew garfield peter parker #fluff #marvel #tasm!peter x reader #tasm!peter parker #peter parker #spiderman #tasm!peter x you #tasm!peter parker fluff

[miguelsfangservice]

BEYOND THE SPOTLIGHT III

Pairing: Miguel O'hara x F!Famous Idol Reader

Warnings: Angst/comfort, fame has caused reader a lot of pressure and insecurities.

Summary: It doesn't matter he's at HQ trying to keep the multiverse afloat, your face, your voice, your smile and laugh follows him everywhere.

No, he is not losing it (yet); it's just that it’s kind of inevitable when most spiders under his command are... how did Gwen called it? Ah-staning you?

Well, he can't really complain, it's his girlfriend, after all.

PART I, PART II, PART III

“I’m telling you, he’s been seeing someone” Peter chants while gently bouncing Mayday on his arms, trying to soothe her enough to fall asleep. “That or there’s something super shady going on with him”

“Why are those the only two options for him according to you?” Jessica questions, raising an eyebrow.

“Those are the extremes of all the situations I could imagine for Miguel.”

“Him dating someone is something extreme for him, Peter, really?”

“Ok, you know what?” he rolls his eyes, and looks at Jess completely offended by her refusal to help him figure out what’s happening with their boss. “If he’s not seeing anyone, his behavior is still kind of worrying, don’t you think? Like, even while talking about all the stressing stuff about our work, he seems worried about something else. Miguel does NOT worry about anything else BUT work, Jess. You gotta admit that.”

“It’s just…” she whispers, looking away from Peter, unsure. “It feels kind of out of character from him, don’t you think?”

“I guess so, but maybe he got tired of…you know, the loneliness of the job.” Peter says looking down to see Mayday finally asleep, he smiles and thinks about his friend, of how much he would like to have something like what him and Jess have. “He deserves to have someone who’s there for him when he goes home.”

Jess smiles, thinking about her family, about the warmth that comes after a long day saving her New York and other universes.

“We should ask hi—”

“We clearly need to spy on him”

❃❃❃❃

Miguel entered the apartment with a heavy sigh, feeling the weight of the night's events on his shoulders, it’s been hours and the sun is starting to rise in the horizon, but there’s still some left-over adrenaline. All he wants is to get on the bed and hug you, he knows both need that.

The sight of the scattered clothes in the bedroom and half-finished breakfast worries him. Everything your company (specially that annoying manager of yours) is making you do isn’t healthy, it’s going to harm you sooner or later and he needs to find a way to stop it.

Miguel is used to deal with a hundred Peter Parker’s stubbornness, he knows his way around most of them…but with someone who mirrors his own stubbornness? No way in hell that, if he tried to dissuade you to leave the company, it would go well between the two.

Besides, this is his first relationship in years. He doesn’t want to mess this up, he needs you so bad to the point Miguel feels like he could die if anything were to go wrong, separating you from him.

It’s not healthy, he’s aware of that.  But years of trauma and solitude had taken their toll in several aspects of his life, especially in the relationship-love department.

He broodingly picks up the clothes and finishes your breakfast, then goes to bed and tries to get some sleep…tries and tries for what feels like hours, but he can’t stop thinking about you.

You were probably exhausted, hungry and stressed out of your mind.

Miguel looks at the clock on the wall, at 1:00 p.m. he knows you get your one and only break of the day. Miguel can visit you then, bring you some food and try to cheer you up, maybe if he’s nice enough with godawful Ashley she could let him stay for the rehearsals.

It’s not a secret that Miguel despises her and he knows you do too, so, it makes him feel a bit guilty to think that, out of all the people in your and his life, Ashley is the one who knows about your relationship.

You had told him it would make it easier for him to get into the building if she knew, instead of having him sneaking around after long exhausting days saving the multiverse.

Deep down, he recognized the same could apply to his people at the HQ. Especially Jess and Peter, who could probably give him decent relationship advice.

With those thoughts on his mind, he changed clothes, took the keys of the apartment and headed to your workplace.

❃❃❃❃

Ashley leads him through the building, trough tons of hallways covered in mirrors.

“Dios, qué asfixiante es este lugar.” ( God, this place is so suffocating) He mumbles.

“Hm?”

Miguel politely smiles and shakes his head. Ashley keeps walking in front of him.

She kept talking about how much your effort was benefiting the company, backhanded praises and just saying stuff Miguel felt bitter about, he knew that even if she was telling him good things about you, she did not mean them, Miguel was aware of how bossy and cruel she could be to you if her demands were not reached.

“If only your girl could up her game, you know?” she was using an upbeat tone, but Miguel was not stupid, he could sense pettiness in her voice.” Lose some weight and be on time she could ready for something more.”

Miguel couldn’t help but scuff and clench his fists.

“I think we both know she’s already more without any of what you mention she supposedly needs to do.” Miguel's response was laced with a sharp edge, his tone far from the usual 'normal citizen Miguel' as you liked to call it. Instead, it resembled the 'mean boss Miguel' that you sometimes reprimanded him for when he took annoying calls from Peter. “She has prepared herself for this her whole life, she’s more than ready for it, she’s already doing more than enough, wouldn’t you say?”

He kept walking, Miguel could see the door to the rehearsal room so he decided to ignore her silence and the few seconds Ashley stopped right on her tracks, watching him walk away from her.

Miguel was about to knock on the door, your sweaty and exhausted self-opened the door. Your eyes grew big and a smile started to appear on your chapped lips; Miguel tried to offer you a warm smile, but seeing how pale and absolutely tired you were clenched his heart, his mind aching to do something, anything to take you away from this place.

“Miggy, what are you doing here?”

“I thought maybe we could find some nice place to eat on your break, cielo.” He can feel Ashley’s presence behind him and he confirms she has catch up with him when your eyes divert to her.

“I’m sorry, love. I- I have to finish this one, but we could eat together tonight, right?” you whisper, your gaze nervously diverting to Ashley. Miguel looks over his shoulder and catches your manager practically giving you a death glare before shifting her attention to Miguel and forcing a tight smile.

Miguel had enough.

“You did not finish your breakfast and barely got any sleep” he hisses. Miguel does not intend to make you think he’s angry with you, but his anger towards the situation is threatening to overtake his rational side and with all the bitterness he can muster without fully showing his anger he says: “Even Ashley here can tell with how pale and shaky you are, although it wouldn’t be convenient for her to admit it.”

“I don’t think I like whatever nonsense you’re implying here” Ashley retorted, her face red with contained anger.

“You know exactly what I’m saying here, stop manipulating her!”

“Miguel, enough! I’m fine! I’m not even hungry—”

“You need to understand, you may not be feeling bad right now, but if you keep this up it’s going to do more damage than good, you know that, right?” Miguel softens his voice, moving closer to you.

He feels his stomach drop when you step away from him.

“Cielo, this place, this people” he almost hisses those words, pointedly looking at Ashley. “Cannot be the only way to get what you want, please…I’ll help you find a way, trust me with this. You’re talented, hard worker—”

“Stop” you whisper, you don’t even have the energy to stop your tears. You look around and there’s people looking at the scene now.

“You are enough, love. Don’t let them tell you otherwise just so they can fill their bags with money!”

You can hear the desperation in his voice, his eyes pleading. But it’s all too much, his words, the whispers of those who know nothing about you, about Miguel… and the relentless stare of Ashley, of this damn company that gave a nobody like you a chance to fulfill your dreams.

Overwhelmed, you felt the emotional weight of the moment bearing down on you.

“Leave, Miguel, please”

Your heart hurts at Miguel’s utterly devastated face. Even with the mental fog the stress is giving you, you are quick to regret your words, he was only trying to help, and while this wasn't the best approach, you know feelings are hard for him.

Miguel composes himself, gives you a nod and starts walking away.

“Miggy, wait—.”

“You need to leave too.”

You turn to look at Ashley, to people who didn’t know her, the expression on her face denoted nothing…but most of your day was spend with her and you knew that look.

Not only were you frightened, but you also felt completely humiliated, you felt like a child being scolded by its mother.

How in the world could you end up like this?

Behind Ashley, you look at your reflection.

Really looked at your reflection, for the first time, not to judge your body or your dance moves, but to actually see what they were making of you.

You felt a familiar warmth engulf your tiny hand compared to his. Looking up, you saw Miguel looking at Ashley solemnly, you imagined this was the expression he made when he gave orders to the hundreds of heroes under his command.

“Let’s go, cielo. You need to rest.”

❃❃❃❃

A/N: I'm so sorry this took me so long! I was having a hard time writing this cuz I didn't know what direction i wanted all of this to take. But I hope everyone can enjoy this! I'll love to hear your thoughts!

#miguel o'hara x y/n #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara #spiderman 2099 #miguel o'hara fanfiction #miguel spiderverse #miguel 2099 #miguel spiderman #atsv #spider verse

[aintashes]

the gates of alexandria are a welcome sight for sore eyes. it's been much too long since daryl has set foot here— his visits back home have long been limited because of his role as the impromptu leader of the remaining saviors, and the ache in his heart to come back has only deepened with his recent travels. it's why he can't help but to let his fingers tap against the handlebars of his bike as they wait to be let in.

the ride here from the bridge was refreshing, at the very least, especially after the horrors he and @painmon have endured just within the past few days alone. feeling the wind against his face and blowing through his hair is always a nice way of decompressing for daryl; it lets him think, the roar of his bike's engine like a healing purr as he speeds down the road. he thinks it's the closest he'll ever feel to the true freedom of flying.

seldom does he have anyone riding with him, though. he made sure to give peter his leather jacket before they left the bridge— it was more of a precaution than anything, but he didn't trust that the cult wouldn't try to knock them off of his motorcycle somehow and he didn't want peter getting seriously hurt, no matter what ( although, even if peter has road rash, he's still a useable vessel, surely ).

bike rumbling to life again as the gate is opened for them, daryl rolls them inside before cutting the ignition and pushing out the kickstand. after untying the bandana from around his face he grabs his bow and his bag from their secured spots on the back of his ride, giving peter a little nod as he takes a moment to observe the community.

for new people, seeing this place for the first time is always quite the shock. for someone like peter... well, daryl wouldn't be surprised if it was a little too much to take in all at once: townhouses line the streets, crop fields flower in abundance, and the evidence of expansion shows everywhere you look with the wooden frames of in-progress buildings littering the landscape.

uncle daryl! a small voice calls out before he can say anything to peter, drawing an immediate grin to his face as he drops his bag and his bow right onto the ground. is that uncle daryl? michonne coos as she approaches with judith in her arms, her own smile bright and contagious as she hands the young girl over to him. her eyes glance to peter for a moment, clearly curious but willing to wait until her friend has said his hellos to be introduced.

‘ hey, jude, ’ daryl says softly as her arms wrap snug around his neck, eyes closing to soak in the moment. he leans back as she pulls away from the hug to get a better look at her, blue eyes alight with adoration. ‘ you're gettin' big, huh? yer almost as tall as me. ’

with a renewed sense of peace, daryl shuffles a little to the side, gesturing to his travel companion. ‘ this's peter. he's stayin' with me while we figure some stuff out. that good with you? ’ he asks purely as a formality, shaking his hair from his face as judith rests her head against his. michonne offers peter a tight smile— kind, but firm.

any friend of daryl's is a friend of alexandria. it's nice to meet you, peter. i'm michonne. and this... she takes the girl from daryl's arms with a fond sigh, is judith. stay as long as you need. her eyes turn to daryl then, one of her hands reaching to rest against his bicep with a little squeeze. it's good to see you.

gathering his things from the ground upon michonne's departure, daryl gestures for peter to follow as he makes his way deeper into the community. several alexandrians either wave at him from across the way or stop him completely to give him a hug, his little smile fraught with the shy kind of affection that he's known for. as they enter his place, daryl leads peter down the stairs, finally opening the door to his bedroom. it doesn't take him long to drop his things in a heap against the wall, rubbing his hands over his eyes.

#painmon #starter. ( closed ) #killjoy i wasnt ready for this and neither are you !!!!! #if we ever get far apart; i'll still feel the pull of you. ( painmon )

[irondad-defensesquad]

You can always come home

Fandom: MCU

Rating: G

Relationships: Peter & Tony

Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark; MINOR - F.R.I.D.A.Y

Summary: Peter has been uptight all day, only needing one thing.

For @sicktember, alternate prompt "I Could Really Use a Hug Right About Now".

Word count: 788

AO3

A/N: I never engage with writing months, so I hope this is good. This is mainly just me being repetitive, lmao.

--

This is probably a bad time.

It’s around 1 AM, as far as he knows. He hasn’t slept a wink. Peter has been uptight all day, and not even spending the night upstate is helping. Something just feels off, and- he needs to do something about it.

When getting to the elevator, Peter is met with F.R.I.D.A.Y’s voice, “Good evening, Peter. Boss is currently in the lab. Is there anything I can help you with?”

“Oh, h-hey. I’m fine, thanks.”

“You appear to be agitated. Should I inform Boss?”

“No, no, I’ll- I’ll just give him a hi.”

“At 1:30 AM?” She asks half snarkily, half concernedly.

“I-It’ll be quick.”

“Very well. Let me know if you need anything.”

“Thank you.”

One minute later, Peter has arrived at the lab, AC/DC playing from the speakers as usual. The music seems to lower as soon as he steps on the room; it must be F.R.I.D.A.Y’s way of telling Tony that Peter has arrived.

The man smiles at him, yet confused. He even checks the time.

“Why, if it isn’t my favorite young adult,” Tony says either way.

“‘Sup?” Peter clears his throat.

“Oh, nothing much. How about you, Pete? Couldn’t sleep?”

“Um, yeah. I mean, not really.”

“Why?” Tony’s attention is entirely on Peter now.

“Ah, y’know…” The latter never finishes the sentence.

“Well, I don’t know, kid.”

Peter fidgets with his hands, clenching his jaw. He’s looking everywhere, wanting to find something to soothe his racing mind, but failing.

“Pete,” Tony’s voice softens a great deal. “Is everything okay?”

He shouldn’t admit that it warms his heart.

“So, um…” Peter opens his mouth before realizing. “The thing is…”

Tony tilts his head. The boy gulps.

“I just…”

When he looks down to his feet…

His eyes are blurring.

Aching.

He’s never cried in front of his mentor before.

He feels pathetic.

“I wanted…” Peter swallows. “I…”

The more he talks, the more broken he sounds.

Peter hasn’t realized how bad he feels until now.

Tony is stepping closer, slowly.

The teen is…

Hugging himself.

Maybe to comfort himself.

Which doesn’t work.

Truth is…

“... I-I could really use a hug right now,” Peter laughs wetly.

He’s doing everything to hold it in.

Tony sighs. “Aw, buddy.”

Then, the hero is wrapping his arms around Peter, without any hesitation. Everyone seems to think Tony Stark is cold and distant, but he must be the warmest human being that has ever touched Peter.

The teenager starts crying. Like, properly.

It’s everything. Patrol. Uncle Ben. School. The Vulture. The building.

Things that do bother him on a daily basis, but today they decided to hit him like a truck.

And it’s not like everyone else gets it.

Silently, Tony tells him, I get it.

Peter doesn’t have to say anything.

Tony is hugging him like he has returned from the battlefield. He doesn’t hide the affection he has for him, the… love and care. Even after everything they’ve been through, especially with Tony openly inviting him to stay over more often, and making sure Peter has his own room in the Compound, the boy never expected his mentor to be this vulnerable. To accept Peter’s vulnerability.

So… this is nice.

Peter stops sobbing so loudly as Tony squeezes him a little tighter. The music keeps playing, everything is untouched, as Tony’s focus now is Peter and nothing else. The teen feels a little bad interrupting his lab time, but he notes that Tony hasn’t complained about the hug lasting this long. He seems determined to hold him until he finally calms down, no matter how long it takes.

The arachnid is properly lying his head on Tony’s shoulder, his head heavy with exhaustion and relief.

“Whoa there,” the man suddenly says, likely because Peter’s legs stop cooperating. He’s taking the latter to the couch nearby, lying him down.

There’s apparently a pillow and a blanket there, maybe for when Tony naps there instead of his actual bed. Tony is tucking Peter in, and this feels so weird. Good weird. Iron Man is tucking him in…

“You okay?” Tony whispers.

“Mmm.”

“Kid, you can let me know when you need a hug anytime, okay?”

“Mmm-okay.”

Tony snorts. “Okay. You mind me working back there?”

“’s okay,” Peter mumbles, half-asleep. “Safe.”

There’s a moment of dumbfounded silence before Tony sighs affectionately.

“I swear, you’re too good for this world,” he mutters. “Alright, good night, kiddo.”

“G’night.”

Tony is ruffling his hair playfully, much to Peter’s protest. Not that it bothers him that much. He falls asleep not too long after, listening to AC/DC and Tony’s breaths and heartbeats in the distance.

#peter parker #tony stark #irondad #marvel cinematic universe #marvel fanfiction #fanfiction #fics #my fics #sicktember

[gladdygirl18]

Confession is Hard

This fic was requested by the incredibly amazing @blehblahsworld! Thank you so much for this! I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it!

Summary: You have a massive crush on the one and only Captain America, however, you’re too shy to tell him how you feel. Being the bestest friend in the world, Bucky knows just the way to motivate you to confess your dying feelings to his long time friend.

Word Count: 2642

⚠️Warning⚠️: slight swearing

Steve Rogers. A charming and handsome man that doesn't look a day over 100. And his charms have got you in a chokehold. As one of the newer Avengers members, making friends was hard since you were one of the youngest (mid to late 20s; the youngest being there was Peter. A few months after you were welcomed into the compound, you grew close to the other Avengers, especially the Winter Soldier, James "Bucky" Barnes. This man was your partner in crime; the two of you were always getting into some kind of trouble. He was like the older brother you never knew you needed in life. Whenever you hang out with Bucky, you also hang out with his long-time friend, Captain America, aka Steve Rogers. Boy, did you fall hard for this man? His charming and puppy-like personality drew you in. You were always there to listen to his old war stories, and they were actually fascinating. Who knew learning about the war from a soldier's POV would be so interesting? But to you, everything about Steve was interesting.

After about a year or so into the compound, your feelings towards Steve only grew, and it's gotten to the point where you can't look at this man in the eyes anymore. His cerulean eyes were so mesmerizing you felt like you would drown in them if you got too close. So, what's the best thing for you to do in a situation like this? Bottle up all of your emotions!

"Absolutely not!" Bucky cried.

You jumped at the volume of his voice.

"Come on, Y/N/N," Bucky said, "You're gonna have to tell him eventually."

"No, I don't," you retorted, "What he doesn't know can't hurt him, right? And besides, what if... he doesn't even like me like that...?"

Even though you and Steve were very close friends, the thought of him liking you more than a friend made your heart soar, but it also ached at the thought of him not liking you like that, and your confession to him would've been for naught. That aching thought made tears well in your eyes. Bucky frowned and pulled you into a side hug.

"Y/N, please don't ever think that," Bucky said, "You're an incredible person with an equally incredible personality. You're smart, funny, and courageous; you're an Avenger, for God's sake! Who wouldn't want to be with you?"

What Bucky said made you smile softly. He always knew what to say to cheer you up.

"C'mon, Y/N/N," Bucky said, standing up, "I'm gonna help you confess to Steve!"

What the Winter Soldier made your cheeks heat up.

"C-C-Confess!?" you stammered, "I can't even look at him in the eyes. Those crystal cerulean eyes..."

You found yourself swooning at Captain America's eyes, blissfully closing your eyes to see the imaginary image clearly. Your thoughts were interrupted when Bucky barked out a loud laugh.

"Ya see? You're head over heels for him," Bucky said, "Come on! Since I know him best, at this time of day, he's in the lounge chillaxing."

You twiddled your thumbs, looking down at the floor with a worried and flustered expression. Why was confessing to the one you like so hard? Bucky noticed your hesitation and kneeled in front of you before placing a hand on your shoulder.

"Can I at least motivate you to try?" he asked sweetly.

You bit your bottom lip before looking at the super soldier in the eyes. You sighed and nodded. Bucky grinned as he stood up and extended his hand out to you. You smiled softly as you took your best friend's hand. The eager man smiled before dragging you out of your room and into the lounge nearby. Like Bucky had said, Steve was in the lounge watching TV. Just looking at him so content made your heart pound out of your chest.

"Well, go on!" Bucky whispered, squeezing your shoulders from behind, "Now's your chance!"

You took a deep breath to steady your accelerated heart before waltzing into the lounge. When you were within arm's length of Steve, you breathed out before sitting next to him. When Steve noticed you, he smiled.

"Y/N, hey!" he said kindly, "How've you been?"

"O-Oh, I've been well," you said sheepishly, "J-Just hangin' around, doing some training with Nat and Buck."

"That's good to hear."

You nodded before turning behind you to see Bucky gesturing to Steve with a grin. You nodded as you took a deep breath to face Steve.

"Steve." you began.

"Yeah, Y/N?" he asked, his cerulean eyes facing you.

Your face flushed instantly. You cleared your throat before averting your gaze.

"U-Uhm, I wanted to... uhm..." you stuttered, "W-Wanted to tell you I-I..."

"Yeah...?" Steve questioned.

"I-I wanted to tell you that... I-I like... y-your sense of fashion! Right! I've been meaning to tell you that I like your sense of fashion!"

In the background, Bucky knocked his forehead against one of the pillars.

"Oh, thank you!" Steve said, "They were popular during my time, of course, but I think I make it look good."

"You do look good," you said, catching yourself, "I mean, you do make it look good!"

Steve chuckled as he patted your shoulder.

"Thanks, Y/N," he said before standing up, "Gotta go; I promised I'd train with Nat. See ya around!"

You waved goodbye as Captain America waltzed out of the room. When he was gone, you gripped one of the throw pillows and screamed in it; your entire face flushed. That was way too close for comfort. Bucky groaned before walking over to you and plopping down beside you.

Buck groaned as he rubbed his temple. He then glanced at you, your face still buried in the throw pillow. The Winter Soldier's feigned disappointed face soon shifted into one of malicious intent.

"'I like your sense of fashion'?" Bucky questioned, quoting you, "Really?"

"I'm sorry!" you cried, "I'm too shy!"

"Y'know what, Y/N," Bucky began, "If you don't confess to Steve sooner or later, I'll have to start using other ways to motivate you to do so."

Something in Bucky's voice made you quiver. You looked up to see a Grinch smile plastered on his face.

"B-Bucky, no," you said, backing away, "D-Don't you dare."

"How else am I gonna convince you and motivate you to ask out my brother from another mother?" Bucky joked.

You felt a nervous yet giddy smile spread across your face.

"Bucky, nohoho," you giggled nervously, "That's only for emergencies only..."

"This is an emergency," Bucky said, creeping closer, "My bestest friend in the whole wide world, Y/N/N, is scared of asking out Captain America and believes she's not worthy of his love, time, and affection. Doesn't that sound like an emergency to you?"

As you scooted away from the approaching man, your back hit the couch's armrest. Before you could jump off the sofa, Bucky pounced on you, quickly straddling you before tickling your sides with vigor. You yelped before letting out loud laughter.

"Buchyhyhyhyhyhyhy! Nooohohohohoho!" you half-whined, half laughed, "No tihihihihihiklihihihihing!"

"Yes, tickling!" Bucky said, "This is the best way to get you to do anything!"

You slammed your legs against the cushions, letting out adorable giggles.

"Just think, if Steve found you giggling like this," Bucky said, "He would think you're absolutely and positively adorable because you are!"

Bucky's teasing made your cheeks heat up.

"No teheheheasing!" you giggled, "That's not fahahahahair!"

Bucky couldn't help but chuckle. The Winter Soldier smirked before squishing your belly, eliciting more adorable giggles.

"Nahahahahaaa!" you cried, "You so mehehehehan!"

"Mean? This is me being nice!" Bucky said, "If you want me to be mean-"

"Nohohoho! I tahahahake it bahahahahack!"

Bucky barked out a hearty laugh. He then moved his hands up to shake them across your ribcage, causing you to cackle.

"Buhuhuhuhuhuckhyhyhy! Sthahaaaaaahahap!" you cried, "Thahahahat feels sohoho weheheheheird!"

"Hey, not my fault you were born adorably ticklish." Bucky said.

You tried to pry your best friend's hands away from your ribs, but that only permitted him to shove his hands into your armpits. You let out a scream before dissolving into loud laughter and slamming your arms to your sides.

"NAHAHAHAHAAAA! STAHAHAAAAP!" you laughed, "SHIT, NOT THEHEHEHEHERE! AHAHAHEHEHE! YOU AHHAHAHASSHOHOHOLE!"

"Watch it," Bucy growled, "So, are you gonna confess your feelings to Steve?"

"NAHAHAHOHOHO! FUHUHUHUCK, GET YOUR HAHAHAHANDS OUT! PLEHEHEHEASE!"

"But you trapped them, Y/N/N! Unless you agree to confess your dying love for Steve, you're gonna have to endure this!"

You let out another scream-like laughter when Bucky hit a sensitive spot under your arms.

"Y/N! WHAT'S GOING ON!?" questioned a frantic voice.

Bucky stopped tickling you and turned up to see Steve looking around the lounge frantically.

"Oh, hey, Steve!" Bucky said, waving him over, "Y/N's just fine, trust me."

Still on alert, Steve walked over to his friend to see him straddling you. Your cheeks were tinted red, and your hair was a bit messy.

"What are you doing to her?" Steve asked, a small smile appearing on his face.

"Nothing much, just tickling her until she admits what she's supposed to admit." Bucky said, emphasizing his words.

You swallowed a lump in your throat as you averted your gaze from the super soldiers.

"Can I help in any way?" Steve asked.

You wanted to die when you heard that. When you tried to push at Bucky's chest to escape, Steve held your wrists above your head. You giggled nervously as you squirmed under their weight, but let's face it; you may be on the same level of strength as Natasha, but these two war monarchs are on a whole different level of strength.

"Nonononohohohoooo! Plehehease lemme gohoho!" you giggled.

"Not until you confess," Bucky said.

"Is Y/N hiding something?" Steve asked, glancing down at you.

"Something along the lines, yeah."

"Well, Y/N, you heard the man; confess."

If only Steve knew what you were confessing, this situation would've been so much more flustering. I say more because even though Steve doesn't know what you were confessing, it's still flustering as hell. When you refused, Bucky sighed before shaking his hands against your ribs, eliciting loud giggles.

"Bucky, dohohohohon't! You fuhuhuhuhucker, stahahahahaaap!" you laughed.

"Language, Y/N!" Steve tsked.

Your cheeks started to heat up again. When Bucky started squeezing your hips, you yelped and gave a wild buck.

"Not thehehere! Stahahahahap!" you cried, "Steheheheve! Lemme go, plehehehehease!"

"Sorry, Y/N, but unless you confess, you're not going anywhere." Steve said.

The fact he doesn't know really makes this so flustering.

When you shook your head, Bucky sighed before stopping, allowing you to catch your breath.

"Buckyhyhyhyhyhy, plehehehease!" you giggled, "Enohohohohough!"

"Are you gonna confess?" Bucky asked.

"I didn't want to do this, Y/N, but you leave me no choice," Bucky said, "Steve, make sure they can't move."

When Steve nodded, his grip around your wrists only got tighter, but it was still gentle.

"W-W-Wait, Bucky, l-let's be reasonable here..." you stammered.

"One last chance, Y/N," Bucky said, leaning in beside your ear, "Are you gonna confess your feelings to Steve?"

You giggled and moved away from Bucky, his breath tickling your ear. When you refused, Bucky grinned as he cracked his knuckles. Then, he pounced on your worst spot, the back of your ribs. Even though you were on your back, Bucky knew just how to reach your worst spot. You screamed bloody murder as you laughed.

"NAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! FUHUHUHUHUCK, SHIHIHIT!" you swore, "BUCKY, FUHUHUHUHUCKING STAHAAAAAAHAHAP!"

"Geez, was Y/N always this foul-mouthed?" Steve asked.

"Only when you tickle her and piss her off." Bucky said casually.

You slammed your legs against the cushions as you cackled.

"BUCKY, PLEHEHEHEHASE!" you cried, "STAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIT!"

"Are you gonna confess?" Bucky asked over your laughter.

When you didn't answer, Bucky added more power to his tickles, causing you to wheeze and cackle. Your face was as red as Peter's suit by now; eyes squeezed shut with a broad smile across your face.

"STAHAHAAAAAA! NOHOAHAHAHAAAA!" you laughed, "I CAHAHAHAHAAAAN'T! PLEHEHEASE!"

"Are you going to confess, Y/N?" Steve asked.

When you peeked up at Steve, his cerulean eyes stared down at you. Just glancing at him sent a new electric shock of tickles throughout your body, making everything 20x worse. Not knowing how long you could hold up, you finally gave in.

"OKAY, OKAHAHAHAAAAAY!" you laughed, "PLEHEHEHEHASE STAHAHAAAP! I'LL CONFESS! I'LL CONFEHEHEHEHEHEHEHESS!"

With that, everything came to a halt. When Steve released your wrist, you covered your flustered face as you panted.

"Good choice, Y/N." Bucky said, climbing off you.

When you controlled your breathing, you sat up and glanced between the two super soldiers.

"So, what is it that Y/N had to confess anyway?" Steve asked.

When Steve asked this, you turned to Bucky with a worried look. The Winter Soldier smiled and nodded. You took a deep breath before turning to Steve.

"Steve, I-I wanted to let you know that..." you began, "T-That I like you..."

The words fell out of your mouth like a cascading waterfall, and you turned your face away from Steve.

"I've liked you for a while now, but I was so afraid to tell you because I was afraid you wouldn't like me back, and I didn't want to ruin the friendship we had going," you said, tearing up, "I understand if you don't want someone like me, but I just wanted to let you know how I feel."

You took another deep breath before speaking again.

"You make me feel weak and strong at the same time; you brighten my mood on the gloomiest of days," you said, "And you're funny, handsome, considerate, and all-around incredible. Having someone like you has been such a blessing and... I would love it for us to be more than just friends..."

When you glanced back at Steve, you saw that his cheeks were a slight shade of red.

"Would you... want to go out with me?" you asked.

"Y/N," Steve began, "Why didn't you ask me sooner?"

What Steve asked you caught you off-guard.

"Everything you just said... it's how I've felt about you, too," he said, "You're beautiful, strong-willed, confident, funny; I can't imagine being with anyone else but you."

Captain America soon took your hands in his and stared into your eyes.

"Yes," he said, "I would love to go out with you, only if you would go out with me."

What Steve brought tears to your eyes. You smiled as you let out a sob and nodded.

"Yes!" you exclaimed, throwing your arms around him.

Steve smiled and returned the gesture. At this moment, you were the happiest person in the world. Who would've thought that Steve had feelings for you, too?

~~~~~~~

"And that's how we started going out." Steve said, throwing an arm around your shoulder.

You smiled as you leaned into your boyfriend's chest. A year and a half later, you and Steve were the power couple of the Avengers. Tony was hosting a party, and you and Steve decided to tell the rest of the team about your relationship.

"Aw, I'm so happy for you guys!" Peter said.

"Y'all are really cute together." Sam said.

"Who would've thought tickling would make you confess your feelings to the star-spangled banner?" Tony questioned, sipping on his drink.

What Tony said made you blush and bury your face into Steve's chest. Steve chuckled before patting your head lovingly. You looked up at your boyfriend and smiled, only for him to return the gesture. He then lifted your chin and placed a loving kiss on your lips. You closed your eyes blissfully as you felt his soft lips press against yours. You heard the other Avengers "aww" in the background. When you parted, the two of you smiled.

"Love you, Y/N." Steve said.

"I love you, too, Steve," you said before embracing him, "Now and forever..."

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[lovelyaces]

Play pretend

tasm!peter x reader

hello lovely people, i haven't written in ages and i forgot how nice it actually is. anyhoo, i hope you enjoy this very short cheesy piece.

love, ace 🌷

“I can’t believe you’ve pretended to like the opera ! Pete, we’ve been there at least twice in the past six months…”, you argued, while walking back to your apartment.

The night was terribly warm and Pete’s hand holding yours was like a million degrees, but it felt so natural and nice you couldn’t let go.

You sheepishly looked up to see his beautiful freckled face, “You should have said something, I would have understood.”. You were talking quietly, afraid you might come across too strong.

Peter caught your gaze and stopped in his tracks, hazel eyes full of worry and furrowing brows giving away the whirlwind of thoughts conflicting him.

“Are you upset ?” he finally asked, voice quiet to match yours. He didn’t mean to lie. Sure the opera wasn’t his favourite thing in the world, but when you told him about some random piece that was playing that week, he had to invite you. Merely to see that overjoyed look on your face again. Hell, he would have sat through a hundred of them if it meant getting to spend even more time with you.

“Am I upset ?” you repeated. Your hand came up to rest on his cheek, gently stroking it. “ Of course not Pete. Quite the opposite actually.” you said smiling, “You went on and pretended you liked the opera, just to spend time with me… That’s the nicest thing anyone has ever done to me.”

Peter was looking at you with so much tenderness you thought you could melt right on the spot.

“I’m sure people have done nicer things for you bug.” he said before leaning in to kiss your forehead.

“Well...it’s definitely up there.” you answered, so so happy that he was yours.

A comfortable silence fell between the two of you, leaving the sounds of New York take over.

“I don’t think I say this nearly enough but… thank you Pete.” You went to hug him, in hopes to convey all the love you had for him.

“What for ?” he asked, his voice muffled in your hair.

“For choosing me.”

There’s no choice to be made when it’s an evidence, he thought. He wanted to say that to you, that and also the fact that you also chose him, and it has been the best feeling on earth. He wanted to say a lot of things, but for now, he settled for a simple “I love you bug.”, whispered in your ear, just for you to hear. After all, he had a lifetime to share the rest of his thoughts with you.

“Is it a good time to admit that I do enjoy the opera now ?” he said, still keeping his voice down. You didn’t need to see his face to know that his infamous smirk was there. Slowly, you untangled yourself from his embrace and resumed walking, still holding his hand.

“How do you expect me to believe anything you say about the opera any more ?” you joked, looking at him mischievously.

“Now I don’t think that’s fair… especially coming from someone who allegedly enjoyed sitting through many basketball games.” he argued, without any real heat.

You immediately cringed, scrunching your nose and shutting your eyes, before recovering.

“I do enjoy them… for the most part.” you tried to convince him, “ I mean it’s long and incredibly noisy but hey, I learnt the rules so it must count right ?” you were talking with you hands now, trying to save yourself from embarrassment.

Peter laughed, like a real loud laugh that caught you by surprised. You cheeks were heating up and in an ultimate effort to avoid any further awkwardness, you buried your head in his neck.

“You’re adorable you know that ?” Peter said while putting his arm around your shoulders.

“I wanted to be able to share that with you.” you confessed, still hiding from the world.

“I get that bug.” he stated while taking your face between his hands, “And now you know why I did the same.” You went to kiss his palm and he took it as a silent agreement.

You were smiling so hard, and still barely matching Pete’s blinding joy. Yeah, you two were going to be fine. Pretending to like stuff just for the other and actually building a shared hobby, that had to be a good sign of love.

“Let’s go home.” you offered, extending your hand for him to take, “I have something we both enjoy in mind.”

He began to wiggle his brows suggestively “Really ?”

“Not that you idiot” you laughed, smacking his shoulder playfully, “Well maybe that - later on- but that’s beside the point, I was thinking more about Italian for diner ?”

Peter smiled, relishing in your laugh, and placed a quick kiss to your forehead, “Sounds like a plan love.”

#tasm!peter fluff #tasm!peter x reader #andrew garfield imagine #tasm peter parker

[the-introverted-writer-for-life]

Whumpuary Day 1: captivity | snow | secret revealed

@whumpuary

Fandom: Narnia

CW: Hypothermia, blood

"Peter..." Susan murmured, her steady movements with her pencil ceasing. "Edmund said he was going for a quick walk - he said he'd be back well before lunch."

Peter looked up from the document he was reading. "We've had lunch. Since we started ruling here at Cair Paravel, I've never known him to miss a deadline... Especially not by this much," he mused.

Susan snapped her sketchbook closed and rose from her seat at the window. "Well, that does it. I'm going to look for him. It's freezing out there; who knows what might have happened?"

She made a beeline for the door, dumping her book and pencils on the table. "Wait, Su. I'll come as well. Lucy can stay here, and that document was getting on my nerves for about the last time I could bear it," Peter said, standing up from his chair and joining Susan to go and get their weapons and cloaks.

------

How long had he been laying there?

The cold attacked his soaked skin like an army of needles, penetrating into his inner body and draining hope from his spirit.

Immobile, on his back, Edmund felt once again the sharp bite of the wound in his side. The snow on the ground had given way to ice at just the right moment for him to lose his footing, and through the shock he had not missed the sudden stab of a stray tree root in the side of his torso.

Luckily, he did not reckon it to be a deep wound, and there were high chances of survival - provided he got help. And soon.

Feeling the sting once again, Edmund touched his hand to the injury, sending a bolt of pain rippling through his body. When he took his hand away, it was drenched in blood - yet he had only held it there for a couple of seconds, if that.

Heart beginning to race, he realised he was losing blood fast - far faster than he had expected. Chances of getting out of this were decreasing rapidly. But he had to stay calm. If his heart pumped more blood than it was already round his body, he might bleed out before half an hour had passed.

Oh, please, Aslan. Help me... Send Lucy. Please.

"Peter... Lion's mane! PETER!!!"

No... That couldn't be...

Someone fell to their knees beside him, cradling his head in her arms.

"Susan...?" Edmund choked out.

"Ed! Aslan's mane, you had us worried!" A second voice, male, joined their sister.

Edmund closed his eyes, too exhausted to make speaking worth the energy.

"Susan his lips are blue. We have to get him back to Lucy before he freezes out here," Peter said, his voice shaky with urgency.

"Can we even move him, though? Have you seen his side?"

"We have to try."

Susan gave in, hugging her arms further around Edmund and lifting him gently to a sitting position. He cringed in pain at the movement, eventually needing to be laid down again.

"Peter we can't. He can't be moved. One of us will have to go back for Lucy," Susan pleaded.

Peter's gaze darkened with anxiety as he looked at his wounded brother.

"If it's of any help to your gracious majesties, I would be honoured to be of service," a shrill voice peeped from the branches overhead.

Susan smiled in relief at the bird. "Yes, please. Send Lucy to us with her cordial, quickly. Thank you so much."

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It wasn't long before the fourth sibling could be heard crashing through the trees in her haste to get to her brother. One, two drops of her special ointment were poured into Edmund's lips, and then they waited.

"Susan... The blood's stopped!" Peter remarked joyfully.

Edmund sat up, of his own accord, and Lucy couldn't help but notice his lips had gone from blue to a healthy red in no time at all. She embraced her brother gleefully, soon getting crushed as the two older siblings joined in.

"Thank you, Aslan," Edmund whispered, inaudibly to those around him. But deep down in his heart, he knew the great Lion had heard his prayers.

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[saaandy]

REUNION

The music sounded for the raccoon, who was sitting on the steps of the Nowhere bar. His favorite place, where he could observe all the residents and everything that was happening around him. He had to be attentive, especially since a reunion would take place that day: Peter had kept a communicator since he left for Earth, several months ago, and said communicator gave way to a distant-galaxy-far conversation. Rocket was the one who did not separate from it since the first days but when he began to accept missions from the Guardians with his new team, he learned to cope with his nostalgia.

But there were moments of weakness, which began with him waking up from a long night and clutching the Zune Quill had given him, with millions of archaic tapes of music bygone but iconic to Peter, and now to Rocket.

Due to the headphones he had on his tiny ears, he did not hear the comlink vibrate that day, but after a mission out, he caught a glimpse of a flickering light.

From there, he tried to communicate with Peter for the first time since he had seen him leave, and upon hearing his voice on the other side of the comlink, Rocket jumped into bed overjoyed.

They caught up, both: the human recounting his reunion with his grandfather and household chores, and the raccoon his adventures and the harshness of being the new leader. The shocked laughter turned nostalgic for Quill, who did not hesitate to remind Rocket that he needed to see him to bring him new music. The technology had advanced too far and the cassettes were outdated, just like Peter and Rocket, though they agreed to catch up on Earth technology.

How? A visit.

Peter would return to Nowhere for a few days and that alerted Rocket, who, at the end of the call, went out to give the news to Nebula and Drax, these being the high commands of the city and, above all, of the education of the children who they rescued months ago. The voices spread, mostly Groot's, and he made Mantis also find out thanks to her other communicator, through which she had contact with her brother.

The day had arrived and Rocket kept looking at the ceiling from time to time while the music changed from one track to another. He was looking for ships coming through the airlock, more specifically, Quill's. The preparations for that day were polished in his mind: from showing Peter how the city had evolved to how his new team worked, of which he was proud.

The infant raccoons they rescued scampered through the streets, distracting everyone who came across them, including Groot, who made a beeline for Rocket after petting them.

"I am Groot." Rocket removed a headphone from his ear, leaving it hanging from his neck.

"I'm chilled. I just wait." Groot stared at him in disbelief and the raccoon only responded with a tail wag. It was a tick.

"I am Groot!" Groot sat next to him, making the raccoon look three times smaller. The tree had grown quite a bit, becoming an adult that accompanied Rocket with pride of being his leader and father.

"I'm not going to cry when I see him. It's not like someone died." His ears twitched in sign of weakness. He was still stubborn and presented a strong and sarcastic character but Groot understood his father's feelings at that moment and his goal: to show Peter that he had left the team's legacy in good hands.

Something that was inevitable to deny.

The music was still playing in his right ear, but hearing thrusters approaching, he paused the player.

Rocket ran on all fours to the hangar as he saw the ship land as crowds gathered in the plaza to welcome Peter.

When the door opened and Peter came out everyone cheered and Rocket went straight for him, this time on two legs. Straight and with the intention of giving him a paw in welcome, but what he didn't expect was for Quill to bend down and hug him with an enormous force that made all his skin crawl.

"My goodness, how much you have grown!" Rocket let the joke about his poor height slide for once, wrapping around Peter's neck following the hug. He wasn't going to cry, but he had missed him.

The reunion was the most anticipated: Peter repeating the height joke again, this time with Groot; Mantis coming in a ship with his three tamed creatures; Nebula and Drax introducing each child to Peter and these, drawings that they made shortly after they were saved. Gamora couldn't come, but Peter was relieved, having gotten over lost.

Rocket did not stop smiling all day, telling jokes, inviting Adam to sit with them and drinking alcohol at the usual bar.

Everything had gone back to the way it was before.

After the celebration, everyone was falling asleep, the laughter went out as well as the lights and soon only Rocket and Peter were left at the bar, the latter looking at the Zune that Rocket kept with himself.

"I'm glad you're still listening to that tape. New music from Earth is quite…” Rocket pulled out the Zune and put it on the table.

"What?" Rocket looked at him curiously.

"You have to hear it for yourself." Peter smiled and pulled out a state-of-the-art cell phone and wireless headset, offering one to Rocket. Once on, Peter hit play and it only took five seconds for Rocket to look at him seriously.

"Quill, what the fuck is this?" Peter roared with excitement.

“They call it K-Pop. Everyone listens to it!" Hesitating was what Rocket hated the most but seeing Peter smile, he played along, enjoying the good old days.

“HA! And what happened to the bongos and the catchy AND understandable lyrics!?” Peter shrugged humorously. "Earthlings... You are crazy." Rocket drank from his cup.

"I'm going to put them all on tape, there's an antiques store near my house, and they give me a discount for saving the galaxy!" Rocket shook his head in amusement.

“Keep your modern music. I prefer the prehistoric tapes a thousand times.” Peter shook his shoulders and looked at him for a moment. Even though he had the Zune in his hands, Rocket made a wiring arrangement all over the city and the tune that Peter had proclaimed as his favorite could be heard very low. A melody that stirred the feelings of longing in everyone, who were silent for a few moments until Quill stretched out in the chair talking to him.

“It feels good to be back and see what a great job you've done.” Rocket looked down. It was what he wanted to hear, with him out of Nowhere, the raccoon had to manage to lead missions while the city was rebuilt from within. Cosmo offered to take care of the baby raccoons that he rescued from the ship but he always found a way to get his attention and teach the little animals of his own species weapons. Moments where he could be alone with the thoughts of him and the souls of Lyla, Teeth and Floor.

"It's not the same without you." He murmured downcast. He said it with a double meaning, since he still thought about his childhood friends but Peter had also been a very important part of his life, just like the Guardians.

“Have you softened up?” The raccoon stretched to prove him wrong, holding back tears of joy that he wished Peter hadn't seen.

"NO WAY! I'm still the most sadistic raccoon in the galaxy." Peter raised his cup melancholic and happy that his friend was still the same as always despite everything that happened.

"That's how I like it. For a protected galaxy!” Rocket raised his also smiling.

"For the Guardians of the Galaxy!"

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[perpetuelledaydreaming]

Cruel intentions | chapter eleven

summary: peter parker loves an improvised visit but not so much when harry comes around, who reminds him of the red flag that is 'we are a family' discourse in a company.

warnings: swearing and harry being mean

authors note: I WANT TO GIVE A SPECIAL THANKS TO ANOTHER SUPPORTER ON KO-FI!!!

listen to: All the girls go to hell - Billie Eilish | Sofia - Clairo (playlist here)

word count: 3.4k

series masterlist + read next chapter early on my ko-fi!!!!

Dr. Claire Temple had been right about just one thing when she had examined you, she knew that you needed at least a week of rest before you were out in the field; and although after two days of bed rest under the excuse that your period pain was too harsh and that you weren’t feeling well, you tried to start more or less acting normal and you’d failed miserably. 

Indeed, your failed attempt to become mobile again ended with a sharp pain in your stomach and some tears dropping from your eyes as you quickly asked HAPPY to send some regenerative liquid to your room. You had swallowed some more of your pain meds as you winced while placing the spray on your stomach softly. 

And so, the rest few days you’d found yourself in bed and on your computer with Pepper and Tony coming around from time to time with food, although Tony seemed a little bit more suspicious that something had happened. Pepper had even become worried and said that it wasn’t normal for periods to hurt this much but you waved it off, saying that you’d decided to change your birth control pills and although you could see the look of disapproval on her face, she didn’t question you. Harry had been calling and texting you but you refused to see him after the first call when he had made fun of you for not being able to sleep with Peter since your excuse was that you got too drunk to even kiss him. 

The truth was that you would’ve liked to kiss Peter Parker that night but instead, you’d ended up having an impromptu and more exciting make-out with none other than Spiderman. A part of you felt guilty because you were aware that there was something about Peter Parker that made your heart skip a beat but then again, Spiderman had ignited something in you, desire and excitement that made you feel shivers down your spine. 

And so, you hadn’t really been answering Peter’s text. Instead, you’d decided that your feelings -the ones that you’d kept away hidden for so long- would simply die down if you stayed in bed and focus on recovering. Not that it worked, it seemed like overthinking about what had happened was all you did as you watch multiple chapters of Sex and the City. 

It wasn’t until a week or so later that Peter Parker showed up in your room unannounced. 

“Pepper, I’m really not in the mood right now,” you’d muttered when you heard the slight knocking on your door, thinking it was Pepper who said that she would be checking on you later that night. 

“It’s Peter,” his honey voice replied and your eyes widened, flinching making you almost let your computer fall out of your bed. 

“Oh,” you muttered as you tried to move on your bed and hide any pain meds that might raise suspicion while also trying to fix your hair with a groan, you really didn’t want him to see you looking like a mess but it was almost impossible now. 

“I know you’re sick but I wanted to see how you were doing?” Peter replied, still being respectful enough not to enter your room but you knew you’d to let him in. He’d been waiting for you and you’d iced him out with no warning, leaving him in the middle of a party without any care. 

You sighed before asking HAPPY to let him in and the door opened to see him leaning against the edge of the room. He wasn’t dressed in his normal nerdy t-shirts that you’d come to appreciate, instead, he was wearing some dark jeans and a grey knit sweater that hugged his muscles nicely. 

“Sick?” you asked him, as you hoped he didn’t realize that your eyes had trailed down his body, especially on his arms. 

“Yeah, that’s what Tony said,” he replied as he walked into your room, giving you a look as if he was asking for permission and you simply nodded, a small smile on his face as he walked toward you. 

“Right,” you nodded, an indifferent look on your face as if you hadn’t slipped a bit on your lies. 

“So, how are you doing?” Peter asked as he sat down on the side of your bed, he watched you carefully as if to check everything was fine and you hoped he didn’t manage to see the bruises on your body that were left after the fight. 

“I’m better,” you replied with a soft smile and his eyes met yours for a moment. 

Neither of you said anything, silence feeling the space, and although it didn’t feel awkward or uncomfortable for you; you knew you’d to say something, you could feel the tension and maybe you shouldn’t be focusing on things like that, you really needed to get this over with quickly. 

“I’m sorry for leaving the party so fast,” you mumbled, not hesitating but then your words crashed against his. 

“I’m sorry for not texting you earlier, I-” he mumbled too and he flinched as he listened to your tumbling words. 

You blinked for a moment as you jumped slightly when you realized what he had said. 

“Don’t worry,” 

“I-”

Both of your words crashed against each other again before you decided to stop talking, you felt your cheeks were already blushing and as you sighed, your eyes met Peter’s. You stayed silent for a second as you looked at each other. 

Before you knew it, the corners of your lips were tugging up and a small giggle was escaping your lips and then Peter’s. You both started to laugh, cheeks getting pinker and pinker and laugh getting louder and louder to the point that your stomach even hurt a bit. It took a minute or two before your laughs finally died down and you decided to finally speak without any other intention hidden between the lines.

“I would’ve liked to stay, really. Just something came up,” you spoke softly, your eyes trained on Peter and he nodded. Though you couldn’t help to notice the small smirk on his mouth, which you only found strange because it seemed like it was something funny.  

“Something?”

You couldn’t help but chuckle. “Not that’s any of your business Parker,”  

Peter smirked at your reply, you couldn’t help but feel your skin prickle at the way Peter’s lips looked but your thoughts dissipated quickly when Peter spoke again. 

“Maybe, we could hang out sometime. You truly broke my heart when you left me at that party alone,” Peter admitted as he raised his eyebrows while placing his hand on his chest dramatically. 

You let out a smile. In the few weeks, you’d come to know Peter Parker, you’d not notice that Peter Parker had a more loose and confident side to him that he hadn’t really shown a lot before. His deer-in-lights persona seemed to have overwhelmed you when you met him, but now he was showing some of his true colors were coming up. 

And you actually liked them. 

“You’re full of shit,” you muttered with a small smirk as you threw a pillow towards him, he caught it right away and you widen your eyes a bit by how smoothly he managed to get it but you disregarded your thoughts and continued. “That’s why you didn’t text me, right away?” you asked teasingly and Peter quickly stiffened. 

“No, no,” he stated, his gaze avoiding yours. “Just something came up too,” he explained. 

You hummed, watching him slightly as you leaned more into your bed. You wondered if the thing that had kept Peter from texting you was Liz Allen, maybe she hadn’t followed your orders -not that you’d asked her to stay away from him but from your friendship, which you know regretted because you should’ve known better. Maybe she had caught Peter after you left, invite him to some drinks and to her apartment. 

Suddenly, you couldn’t help to feel a pang of jealousy as you thought of Liz Allen’s lips on Peter Parker, kissing his neck as she managed to see what was underneath the nerdy shirts and the knit sweater but then the anger was quickly washed away with guilt blooming on your chest because as Peter texted you the morning after, you were kissing Spiderman on that same bed.  

“We could hang out another day,” you replied softly. 

Peter smiled a bit, nodding. “Yes?”

“Sure, maybe we can do something that you like since you seem like you know all my life through my dad,” you replied, noticing the way Peter’s eyes lighted up a bit and how you felt like melting a bit as he got a bit closer to you. 

He leaned in, whispering softly and making goosebumps appear on his skin. “Actually, don’t know if you know this but your kind of a mysterious person,” he whispered. 

You snorted. “Am I? Sometimes people or Twitter know things about me before I do,”

And then he laughed. He really laughed, he had a wonderful and innocent laugh that made your face blush so quickly, turning such a shade of red that you immediately felt like you wanted to hide it away. 

“Well, you’re very different from what other people say,” he replied, gracious enough not to say anything about your blush. “You just need to relax, truly relax,” he said again as you focused on the freckles beneath his eyes. 

“That’s like the third time you say that to me Parker and it’s not getting any better,” you replied as you raised your eyebrows. 

Peter smirked. “Maybe you don’t relax at parties,”

He wasn’t wrong. Your usually relaxed nature at parties was due to multiple rounds of shots and multiple rounds of Moscow mule and tequila. Those were the moments that you relaxed at a party when you were too drunk to actually feel like you could let go of whatever burden you were feeling at the moment for at least a minute. Sometimes the burden was anger against your dad, other times it was anger against your situation as an ex-Avenger, sometimes it was just the pressure you felt for being in the public eye, and sometimes it was just because you were failing on your tinkering in the lab. 

“You know the time I’ve seen you happier than ever?” Peter said again as your eyes met with his. “In the lab,” he replied and you simply stated a small ‘Oh’, quietly since you weren’t quite sure how to respond to him. “We should go there and maybe work on something,”

It seemed like he’d been paying attention to you too. 

“Really?” you sparked up quickly, your face lighting up a bit and Peter couldn’t help but smile as you nibbled on your bottom lip, waiting for him to confirm his offer. 

“Yeah,” he spoke sincerely. “And you can tell me what you’re truly working on,”

You gazed at Peter, taking in the features of his face and he let you. It wasn’t in an awkward way, or in any way odd. You didn’t know if he was being playful or if, just if, he’d manage to blow his cover because it seemed like maybe, just maybe Tony had sent him to find out what you’d been doing. 

You hadn't even noticed the sound of his voice asking HAPPY to open but then both, Peter and you froze when you heard the door opening. 

Before you could even register the danger, Harry had walked into your room he gazed at both of you with furrowed eyebrows before his lips turned into a malicious smile and the glint in his eyes let you know he was up to no good. 

“Well, well, well,” he sang as he got closer to both of you and you felt anger rising through your chest. “What do we have here?” he smirked. “You know, Tony says he believes in that ‘we are a family bullshit’ at work, but he doesn’t mean that literally, you can’t just walk into his daughter's room,” he said conspiratorially. 

There was an irate silence as Peter and you stared at Harry. Suddenly, you saw Peter’s jaw tighten a little bit and how his hands formed fists as he glared at Harry, you felt a nervous sweat go down the back of your neck at the look on Peter’s face. 

“Harry, fuck off,” you replied quickly as if you were trying to cool down the atmosphere. 

Not that it served a lot. 

Peter stood up and got closer to Harry, he glared at him as he watch him from top to bottom, disdain in his eyes. “I used to be interested in your father’s company,” Peter muttered, almost a bit too calm. “Too bad it all went to hell when he died,” Peter asserted, his eyes glinting sharply and a dark irritation lacing his features. 

You turned to Harry whose features for a second showed a bit of pain and annoyance, but suddenly, he returned back to his smug expression and he started to laugh, an annoying and loud laugh filled your room as Peter continued to glare at him. 

“I’ll see you later y/n,” Peter said between gritted teeth, and although he turned to you with a smile, you could tell that he was fairly upset. 

You simply nodded, unable to mutter any other word as Harry continued to laugh. Your stomach dropped to your feet and you suddenly stiffened uncomfortably as Peter closed the door to your room. 

Soon, Harry stopped laughing and walked happily to your bed as you glared at him. 

“Hm, just by the way he looked at me,” he sighed dramatically. “I might let him fuck me too,” he said as he wiggled his eyebrows.

“Shut up,” you snapped at him quickly as you took your phone out, making the point of ignoring Harry. 

He stared at you with a frown while you continued to scroll on your phone, not actually seeing anything particularly interesting. Harry huffed, loudly, hoping he would catch your attention but you ignored him. 

“So, what’s wrong with you?” he finally muttered as his eyes burned you. Honestly, you didn’t look your best and you’d been ignoring him for a week or so, you knew it was a matter of time before he showed up. 

“I’m sick,” you replied, indifference lacing your words. 

“Boo, you whore,” Harry replied quickly as he took a spot next to you on the bed and you quickly flipped him off, which only caused him to snicker “Did you already fuck him?” he asked as he took his phone out too and scrolled through Instagram, he didn’t notice how you stiffened at his remark. “Haven’t heard from you since the party,”

You sighed for a second, knowing that he would give you shit about the fact that you hadn’t even kissed him.

“I haven’t” you replied honestly and Harry automatically scoffed. 

“You’re moving with the speed of a fucking turtle,” he snapped at you while he rolled his eyes and you turned to him, quickly swatting at his arm. 

He snickered as you stared at him for a moment. The wager, the one that you’d gladly accept just a couple of weeks before had left you at crossroads. Now, you weren’t only trying to keep multiple secrets at the time but you’d found yourself interested in two boys at the same time. You recalled Peter’s chocolate eyes and that laugh, while also thinking about Spiderman’s touch. 

Did he really deserve it? 

Usually, the guys you played with before always had it coming, always represented a challenge, they were always interested in getting in your pants and using you, but you always ruined them afterward. Now, it seemed like what you were doing was simply stupid and hurtful. 

“Just before we move on with this fucking wager,” you said, trying to sound nonchalant about it. “I want to make sure you know the damage that we may cause,” you said softly. 

Harry blinked once, no particular reaction to your words on his features as he stared at you in silence for a moment. 

“I’m aware,” he said as he shrugged and you, you made the mistake of huffing. Harry suddenly turned to you with a glare, his nostrils flared up as he watched you carefully, he was trying to read you and although you tried to remain as indifferent as you could, he’d known you for so long that he could tell what you were thinking. “Are you actually feeling sorry for him?”

You sighed, finally placing your phone down. “We’re destroying an innocent guy for you to get an internship and validation from my dad?” you snapped at him. “You have your own fucking company, why do you want this,” you growled and Harry’s eyes suddenly narrowed. 

“Eat me, y/n” he snapped. “I’ve spent all my life trying to do good, trying to be good enough for a fucking asshole that had the nerve to die without giving me so much of a 'congratulations' and yes, I want to work with your father because I have a vision too. If I get the approval of your dad, I might be able to get my seat on the board, and then we can make a powerful alliance. With my company and ideas, your dads and the fucking avengers, which you would become part of, we would be unstoppable,” he growled and there was a glint of something in his eyes that you didn’t quite recognize. “So tell me y/n are you in or are you out?”

You stared at Harry for a moment, debating your options. Maybe he was right, maybe this would all be worth something more and your mind couldn’t help to go to your times as an Avenger. With your suit and the resources that the Avengers had, you could do something more. Maybe, you could help the girls that had been trapped, you could help so many people and it would just take to ruin a boy’s life. 

Peter Parker’s life, for you to have a new one. 

You sighed. 

“I’m in,”

“Good,” Harry stated with a wicked smile. “Now fuck him fast so you can come with me to Ibiza and can watch me fuck Kamala,”

You wrinkled your nose momentarily. “I don’t know if I’ll go actually,” you replied. 

Harry frowned immediately as he clenched his jaw. “You’re such a baby,” he scoffed. 

“Fuck off,” you snapped at him. “I need time if I want this to go well and I take my fucking jet if I want to,”

Harry rolled his eyes. “Fine, Mrs. private jet,” he said mockingly and you glared at him. “You know what? We are having a pre-Ibiza party. Come with Parker and see if you get it over with,” he suggested and you sighed. 

Harry stayed in your room for a little bit longer as he told you all about the latest gossip of your circle of ‘friends’, you could say. You honestly, weren’t paying much attention to him but you acted as if he was telling you the greatest stories in the world. Honestly, you were praying for him to go before the clock hit 10:00 pm since you had a little something going on. 

He finally left at 8:00 pm a bit bored and grumpy when he suggested that you should come with him to a house party at Frankie’s house. You told him that you couldn’t be seen over there after what had happened, apparently, his parents had sent him to a two-week rehab program. And although Harry promised that there were apparently no bad feelings, you could tell he was lying and only wanted to see how the rest of the crew and Frankie reacted if you managed to show up. 

Moreover, it wasn’t like you were truly free that night. 

You’d managed to steal some nanobots from Harley’s and Tony’s lab once they were out but you were already comfortable to go out that night. Hours passed by quickly before you heard there was a tapping on your window. You reached out blindly, as you tapped the window’s corner and it was opening. The wind of the city, at that time and at the height you were in sent shivers down your spine, but still, you managed to smile. 

Especially once you saw Spiderman peeking into your window. 

“Are you ready?”

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[the-widow-sisters]

"I... missed you." With Gamora and Nebula?

A/N: Thank you so, so much for this request! 💖💖💖 This one takes place between Infinity War and GotG Vol. 2.

This is actually the first time that I've written anything for Gamora and Nebula, but I've been absolutely dying for the chance to (as you can tell by the slightly insane word count 😅) Hopefully I was able to portray them mostly well, lol. Gamora was a bit hard to write only because she reminds me of a green version of Natasha. But she is slightly different from Natasha so I have to write her differently, and that makes for some complications 😅

Anyways, I hope y'all enjoy! Original list is here!

Word Count: 2.9k+

   “Can you braid my hair for me?” Gamora asked abruptly, interrupting the half-awkward, half-comfortable silence between her and the blue-skinned woman.

   Nebula instantly stiffened, stopping in the middle of eating the candy that Gamora had fetched for her earlier. Gamora could hear how her heart picked up its pace a bit. Despite the fact that her face betrayed no such emotion, Gamora knew the request had thrown her off and made her nervous at the mere implication of the amount of contact required to do such a thing.

   The Guardians were docked for the time being, and everyone was out drinking for now and celebrating their victory, so it was just she and Nebula for now.

   On the Guardians’ way to the planet they were currently on, she had found out that Nebula was going to be in the same location as them. Mustering all of her courage, she had tentatively extended the invitation for her to come and visit the ship since no one was there.

   Gamora had been sure that Nebula would not agree to it. However, to her utmost shock, after about thirty minutes and just when Gamora had been about to go and have fun with the others, footsteps had sounded on the metal flooring of the ship, and Nebula had come.

   Nebula, of course, had not been happy about it, but she was there nevertheless and that had to count for something.

   “Why do you need me to do it? You are perfectly capable of braiding your own hair. I have seen it,” Nebula defensively spat at her, bristling as per usual but with a bit more of an edge in her voice than she ordinarily would have as she put the candy bag down.

   Gamora let out a deep breath through her nose.

   She had not really wanted to expose the reasoning behind her request, but she knew that there was little chance that Nebula would agree to this without her thinking of some manner of explanation. As it was, Nebula seemed to be convinced that this was some manner of trick and that it had some kind of ulterior motive behind it.

   Gamora had truthfully only wanted to offer her and her sister a chance to spend more time together and to reconnect in a manner that was deeper than just surface-level conversation.

   Nebula was not someone to talk about her deeper feelings, and Gamora knew that. It was an obvious show of weakness and Nebula despised weakness with everything she had.

   The hug that she and her sister had shared not so terribly long ago lingered in Gamora’s mind. How Nebula had so tentatively returned the embrace and how she had been so stiff at first but slowly melted against Gamora. How sharply she had sucked in that breath as she pulled back and turned away, rushing as quickly as she could in the opposite direction without looking like she was running despite the fact that the both of them were well-aware it was an escape.

   The hug had been one of the nicest things that Gamora had felt and undoubtedly one of the best memories she had. Especially when it came to her sister.

   Now that Gamora was in a better place to offer and receive affection— in large parts thanks to Peter and the rest of the Guardians— she wanted to extend that same love to her sister. The person that had gone through it all with her. All of the pain and suffering and torture and tears and evil. She wanted to give her love.

   All Nebula had ever wanted was love from Gamora, and Gamora hated herself for ignoring that need and selfishly prioritizing her own wellbeing.

   Braiding one another’s hair had been something they did in the earliest weeks of their time together. Nebula had lost her hair considerably early on, parts of it being removed in patches as panels were placed on her body with synthetic skin covering parts of her.

   As she lost her hair slowly, Nebula still braided Gamora’s hair. When she eventually was completely bald, it was Gamora who had finally put a stop to the entire thing, unable to bear the fact that she had something so precious that she knew Nebula herself had owned before and had wanted to keep.

   The reason she was suggesting it now was because she wanted to have something that could bring them together physically in a manner that could ground Nebula.

   “I was injured in the last mission we had,” Gamora stated simply, referencing the last time that she had gone out with the Guardians. Nebula instantly looked as if she were closing off to her a little at the mention of the others, and Gamora could see her jaw clench as she shot back her response to Gamora’s statement.

   “It didn’t seem to stop you from raising your arms up to reach the snacks earlier,” Nebula sneered.

   However, Gamora knew it was a barb simply intended to invoke anger from her. It was so that Nebula could steer them back into territory that she was more comfortable with and new how to navigate.

   “Just do it, please,” Gamora simply requested once more.

   Nebula eyed her carefully and distrustfully, her expression guarded outside of the typical mask of irritation and anger written in her features.

   Gamora could practically hear the gears turning in her head as Nebula mulled over the request. Gamora could see how close that the blue-skinned woman was to turning her down.

   However, surprising her, Nebula curled her lip in a slight snarl and just glared at her.

   “Fine. I suppose you’re finally admitting I’m better than you at braiding. I always have been,” Nebula responded to her. Gamora bit back her desire to rise to that challenge, the flames of aggravation licking at the edges of her mind.

   “Come on, then,” Gamora told her, choosing not to grace that with a response as she walked ahead, leading Nebula to her quarters. Nebula strode along behind her, her footsteps falling certainly but her heartbeats thumping erratically.

   Gamora entered the room, and Nebula stood awkwardly near the doorway. The door slid shut behind her, and Gamora did not speak as she withdrew a hair tie and a brush from a drawer near her bed. She then moved onto the bed, sitting down on the edge. She looked to Nebula expectantly.

   Nebula looked at her impassively for a few seconds before letting out a huff that communicated nothing but exasperation. However, Gamora knew that Nebula was simply trying to dissipate the nervousness she was feeling. She could feel Nebula’s heart calming a little as she let out the breath.

   “Just sit on the bed behind me—”

   “I know how to do it,” Nebula growled as she interrupted her, her voice challenging Gamora to dare say anything otherwise. Gamora quieted, not saying anything as she fought her own impulse to be irritated with the other girl.

   Gamora was trying to do something for Nebula in the end, after all. But Nebula always had to make it hard.

   Nebula moved onto the bed behind Gamora, not bothering to take her shoes off, and Gamora bit back the desire to tell her to take her shoes off before getting on her bed. The only thing stopping her was that she did not want to scare her off.

   Gamora wanted to have a sisterly bond with her, and those feelings were the fuel for this entire thing.

   That and Gamora’s overwhelming sense of guilt overcoming her every time she thought about Nebula’s broken admission of just wanting a sister.

   Nebula waited a few moments, her heart thumping in her chest heavily again.

   Gamora knew she was scared of this contact. They had not shared it in a long, long time, and Nebula herself was likely terrified of how intimate and close and sisterly that it all was.

   Gamora, of course, could not be sure that these were the feelings rushing through her, but she would be willing to wager only because it was how Gamora herself felt.

   As the brush finally made contact with her hair, Gamora clenched her teeth, expecting Nebula to be rough. After all, in most situations, she was no less.

   However, to her shock, Nebula brushed through her hair painstakingly gently. Gamora tentatively loosened her jaw, a little too on-guard to completely relax but finding herself pleasantly surprised so far.

   Nebula did not say a word as she got out the tangles and worked surprisingly quickly considering how careful that she was being. Gamora remained quiet as well, almost afraid to disrupt the rare peace between them.

   Nebula then put the brush down. Gamora followed her movements in her peripheral vision, catching sight of the metal glint of Nebula’s arm. It sent a twinge of guilt in Gamora’s stomach, and she tried her best not to think about the day that Nebula had received that “improvement.”

   Nebula softly braided her hair, still not speaking, and Gamora was not sure what to make of her silence. Her heart had calmed somewhat, so Gamora could only assume that she was perhaps growing a bit more comfortable.

   Gamora risked speaking up.

   “Did you enjoy the candy earlier?”

   “No. It was too sticky,” the reply was simple and slightly irritated. However, Gamora knew that if Nebula truly would have had any issues with it, she would not have eaten it and definitely would have described the taste rather than the texture.

   Gamora just hummed a soft laugh, and Nebula did not speak as she worked.

   Before too terribly long, she finished off the braid, tying it off carefully.

   Amazingly, despite the fact that Gamora had expected some manner of sarcastic comment, Nebula did not say anything at all, remaining silent in the manner that she mostly been since starting this venture.

   Gamora hesitantly thought of what she had wanted to do since she thought of this idea. It was something that would allow Nebula to have some amount of enjoyment from the experience as well despite the fact that she could not participate in it the way that she used to.

   Gamora turned to face Nebula, watching her, and Nebula flinched at the sudden movement. She did not seem to be sure how to respond to the change in position.

   Gamora offered her a brief onceover before wetting her lips and speaking up suddenly.

   “Turn around,” Gamora gently commanded, the words more of a request than anything. Nebula instantly stiffened, those darkened eyes gazing blankly back at Gamora for a moment.

   Gamora could hear the increase in her heart rate, and she knew that she was scared to offer that sort of vulnerability. Turning one’s back meant offering an opening to be attacked from behind. Gamora just gazed back at her wordlessly, leaving the request hanging out in the open. She knew that if Nebula did not want to indulge her invitation, she would make no qualms about saying as much.

   Something in Nebula must have decided ultimately that she would trust Gamora in some capacity because she turned her head to the side, looking away for just a moment before starting to slowly maneuver herself around to allow her back to face the green-skinned woman.

   Gamora let out a soft breath, feeling somewhere between utterly guilty for being a primary cause of that distrust and feeling absolutely beyond ecstatic that Nebula chose to trust her.

   To the outward world, it would be a small and insignificant thing, but between the both of them, it was a special message.

   It meant she trusted her not to hurt her.

   Gamora looked at the back of Nebula’s head, studying it carefully as she tried to maintain her nerve. She had asked Nebula to turn around for a reason, and she did not want to scare her by waiting too long to do what she had been aiming to.

   Gamora tentatively lifted her fingers toward the back of Nebula’s head.

   She knew she could not braid her hair for obvious reasons, but she could at least attempt to return the favor in the best manner that she knew how. It would be like old times or as close as they would ever get to them, and maybe the contact would bring some manner of comfort to Nebula.

   As her fingertips softly made contact with the back of Nebula’s head, Nebula flinched violently, the muscles around her shoulders and the back of her neck visibly tensing and flexing with the sheer fear she was experiencing.

   Gamora hesitated, hoping that Nebula would not run as she so often did when things were too overwhelming for her. She waited for Nebula to show any signs of trying to escape or attempting to fight back.

   To her surprise, it was as if time had stopped and it almost seemed that Nebula had held her breath. Gamora could not help but wonder if she was perhaps afraid to move.

   Nebula’s heart was racing and honestly, Gamora’s was not doing much better. She knew that Nebula could hear it, and perhaps that was the only thing grounding her there. The knowledge that Gamora was as scared as she was.

   As nothing happened and Nebula did not run, Gamora tentatively ran her fingers along Nebula’s skin on the back of her head. It was synthetic but she apparently had some manner of nerve endings added to it so that Nebula could actually feel the touch.

   Nebula was so still that Gamora almost thought she was not even breathing. She softly touched her head, tracing down to the back of her neck. She gently moved back up, her fingertips brushing along until she was behind one of Nebula’s ears. She softly moved up toward the top of Nebula’s head, noting her little sister’s height not for the first time.

   The entire time, Nebula did not utter a word, and it made Gamora think of when Nebula had not said anything as Gamora hugged her. Nebula was undoubtedly not used to touch unless it was some manner of pain being inflicted upon her or as a result of Thanos’ almost nonexistent favor toward her.

  Gamora desperately wanted to change that. Change it like it had been changed for her. Kind, soft touch should be given freely and not as some manner of a reward for doing Thanos’ bidding.

   It should be given between sisters.

   She even remembered a point in time that Nebula had been given those kind, soft touches freely. It had been when they were children, but nevertheless, it had been given. It had just been far too long ago, and Gamora suddenly found herself wishing that they had somehow met one another in different circumstances. That they had become sisters in different circumstances.

   She felt an overwhelming sensation of loneliness, sadness, and regret. And, strangely enough, wistfulness as she thought of the girl that Nebula could have been and how much happier the both of them could have been together.

   As Gamora traced the panels surrounding Nebula’s head, however, she was brought to the here and now and the reality of it all. The fact that they did grow up the way they did and the fact that she had not spent time with her nearly as much as she should have for the duration of their lives. Even if she would have had to face punishment, it would be better than having to consider the fact that Nebula went through life alone for the majority of it.

   Compelled to speak, Gamora let her hand fall softly from Nebula’s head, her fingers softly brushing Nebula’s neck and the back of her shirt as Gamora looked down at the bed where it had wrinkled as a result of their movement upon it.

   “I… missed you,” Gamora whispered softly, her words barely a breath between her and Nebula’s back as she offered the admission.

   Nebula did not say anything, but given how her heart jumped at the admission, she knew that it meant something to her little sister. She was not sure if the emotion was anger, love, hope, or hatred, but Gamora hoped beyond hope that Nebula was not upset.

   Nebula sucked in a breath, the slight whine of human vocal chords and a robotic voice box melding as some noise barely formed in the back of her throat.

   Gamora knew that the woman was on the verge of running, and Gamora made no move to fight as Nebula actually took action, moving off of the bed swiftly as she strode over to the door. Her head was held high as she tried to deny anything being wrong, but Gamora could hear the quick thumping of her heart as it faded with the distance she put between them.

   Gamora simply looked down at the bed, taking in a deep breath and letting it out as she closed her eyes. The regret was taking hold as it always did when Nebula left. Always thoughts of how she could have done things differently or better.

   “I…”

   Gamora’s eyes opened as she heard the other woman’s voice speak up not too far from her. She looked up at Nebula as she spotted her lingering in the doorway. Nebula was still and her back was to Gamora as she moved her head to the side.

   “I’m docked five ships over.”

   Gamora’s heart leapt with hope, and Nebula, almost sensing it despite the fact that she was too far to hear her heartbeat, scoffed.

   “Do not get excited, sister. It’s so that someone can bring me back my spare prosthetics that the fox stole last time we saw each other,” she informed her dismissively, stalking out the door as she left and headed down the hall toward the exit.

   Gamora could not help her smile as it slowly overtook her face.

   It was a small gesture, but with them, it was enormous.

#gamora #nebula #thanos #guardians of the galaxy #gotg #guardians of the galaxy volume 2 #gotg vol 2 #peter quill #slight starmora #starmora #mcu #marvel #marvel cinematic universe #marvel fanfic #marvel fanfiction #marvel fic #fanfic #fic #fanfiction

[betzabobababi]

Who Would You Pick?

Hi Hi! I absolutley love this story. I kinda cried while writing it. Hope you like it! <3

Warnings: Mentions of anxiety/crying/flowers/chocolate/taking a bath/being insecure.

Type: Fluff (a little bit of angst?)

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

AUTHORS POV

Not feeling like your normal self after a long day of work and then coming home and having to study you decided to do some self care. So you prepped the bathtub, lit some candles and played some relaxing music. But staying with your thoughts for a long time isn’t always the best. Especially since you had, had an an awfully tiring day. Your brain started to come up with fake scenarios. Some were pleasant, others not so much. One of those thoughts were if peter actually loved you. The rational part of your brain knew he did. But your brain was just tired and didn’t feel like being logical. So by default it started to add on to Does he really love me scenario. 

Peter’s POV

Grabbing my keys from my coat I opened the door and I immediately smelt the scent of your favorite candle burning. Oh how much I love her. I brought her some flowers and chocolate knowing she had a rough day and set them down on the table. And i found her standing in front of the mirror, hands gripping the side of the counter sink and head down, soft sniffles coming from her nose.

AUTHORS POV

“Hey hey, whats wrong?” Peter asks you clearly with that. He stands behind you and gives you a back hug and wrest his chin on your shoulder

“Oh hey, I didn't hear you get home. Im ok don't worry i just- uhm its just my anxiety getting the best of me.” You reply quickly trying to wipe away the remaining tears staining your face. With that you wriggle out out of his hug and walk out of the bathroom heading to the bed. After a few seconds peter came out of the bathroom and snuggles up besides you on the bed. 

Your thoughts and anxiety getting the best of you again you decide to ask peter what your brain kept bringing up. “Hey Pete?” you ask in a soft voice “Yes baby?” peter answers in the same soft tone you spoke in. “Lets say you are in a room with a bunch of girls…and-” 

“Do a party!” peter cut in “uhhm... I wasnt done, but all of these girls are pretty ok?” you say “okay, how pretty?” “actresses, models , singers, very very pretty, anyone you want.” you say hesitantly scared for his answer. Peter hums and put his hand on his chin pretending to think, to him he was joking. But to you it actually hurt, because what if he chose someone who wasn't you. Someone who would clearly be better than you. “Mmmm, You!” Surprised with his answer you say “Nono who would you pick? Be honest” 

“Honestly…a girl who is a model and a dancer. Who has a hot body also.” Trying to hide the obvious pain and attempting to stop the tears from starting once again you ask “who?” He says “I don't know her name but she always looks sexy…..wait wait lemme show you a picture of her.” Peter leaves your side walking into the kitchen and comes back with his phone in hand scrolling down on it. “hmmm…Aha! Here” Your boyfriend turns his phone so its facing you and you look at with with blurry eyes only to see its on selfie mode and the person he showed you was no one other than you. “But why don’t you know her name? You know….” You say now with a happier tone. “Well because I'm too busy looking at her, Y/n Y/l/n.” “Petey….I'm going to ask one more time, WHO WOULD YOU PICK!!!!” You say with a playful tone. “I’m not at the party.” 

“Y/n Y/l/n! Once again!” 

“And why me?”

“Wait wait baby, why would I be at a girls party?I don't need to go when I have you” Peter says starting to get why he found you in the bathroom crying, and why you were being so persistent on knowing who he would choose. He saw how you were proud to be his boyfriend. But he also saw the tears threatening to spill. So being the logical boyfriend he is he leaned in towards you and gave you a soft kiss which you returned with the same amount of love. Breaking the kiss he said “Y/n I love you and only you, not models, or actors, or even princesses. Because you, are my queen"

#Peter parker #Peter Parker x Reader #Peter Parker x y/n #Y/n Y/l/n #Boyfriend petey #fluff #Fluffy peter #Tiny bit of angst?

[bluebusstop]

Platonic! Bucky Barnes x Any gender! Reader

❗❗❗❗TW self-harm❗❗❗❗

Also parental issues, self-esteem problems

You have to admit this unpleasant fact: anxiety chases you wherever you go and whatever you do. It had crawled under your skin so long ago that you don't quite remember the day when it started. Maybe when that little boy with bright smile and modern toys grunted " it seems like you took your clothes out from dumpster"; or maybe when teacher's lips quirked in a mirror reflection of a smile and they said that "you speak too much". Or maybe this twisted feeling in your lungs that appears every time you spend a few hours with Natasha or Tony at the highest floors of Avengers Tower is just conscience? You don't belong here and your miserable little heart understands it more than ever when Clint unblocks the phone to answer his wife's call. They have their families, their friends who they know for a years and at the end, who are you for them? Just a shy friend of Peter: always in baggy clothes, with long striped gloves like it's 2007 again and old black converses, that have seen the crisis of 2008. A friend of Peter, Peter who can fly higher than some birds, Peter who can lift a car with bare hands, Peter with perfect grades in all subjects, Peter with genuine smile and good temper.

Maybe you're a little bit jealous, but to admit it is the same thing as finally confess you're a bad person.

Peter's got superpower. Peter's got cool supportive aunt and life full of risk. He actually does a lot for people around him and strangers - he's a person society needs. Someday he will be standing in a line under the spotlights with the greatest of the greatest (he's already almost avenger, and he's 16!) and you always be a person around the corner in the shades, not even the "guy in the chair". Peter is great, he's sweet and attentive friend but everything was so much easier when he was just Peter Parker, your best friend from school and the nerd next seat (not Spider-Man who saves people and works with real superheroes).

And now you have to deal with strange butterflies when it comes to every member of Avengers, from Bruce to Bucky. Especially Bucky. You felt those butterflies flying high, up to your throat that you couldn't talk when Steve ruffled your hair. You felt birds chirping inside your stomach when Bruce agreed to help you with your chemistry experiment. You felt like falling down when Bucky laughed: "You beat me here, kid". And you think you knew what was all these winces and red cheeks about but again - to admit it you had to confess that you're weak.

Bucky was a man from the past, quite guy who was sitting in the background and listening to others speaking. Until he got used that this life is actually his. No mission, no target. It seems like another month passed on when James Barns started adding comments and even making good old puns. It's not like they invited you on every meeting - something you overheard (yes, it's bad...but cmon, it's avengers themselves!), something you found out from Peter's rambling.

He was treating you extremely carefully from the first day. You knew that he tried to learn how to socialize and be actually nice, but...maybe it's dumb, but still it felt in a special way. He showed you a few useful stances when he saw your struggle in repeating after character from the movie and never ever raised his voice on you. His hugs were the heedfulest - no-one ever hugged you like this.

You would love to be his relative, somehow. Maybe then you would spend hours and days together and you wouldn't feel guilty; maybe he could teach you how to waltz or pick you up from school on his bike (and all of your classmates would gasp and gossip: "who's this attractive man? Do you know him? Is it your brother? Does he has a girlfriend? Or boyfriend?")

But all of these nice scenarios were only a dreams in your little silly head, as you thought, carefully wiping the blade with antiseptic. Today Peter was upset and desperately trying to hide his feelings as deep as possible. But after long assuring talk with Ned, MJ and you he was ready to sing.

"I heard Mr. Stark and Mr. Rogers debate about me," he murmured, "well, about us all, actually"

In that particular moment your heart split into two halves .

"Speak, dumbass" - MJ insisted, her eyebrows creased together. She also spend at least one day in a few weeks in Tower and obviously wasn't happy to hear news that may guarantee her never ever appearing there again.

"Their missions are getting more dangerous. Mr. Rogers said that it would be better for me to...keep doing what I used to do. Just be a nice neighbor Spider-Man. And that it would be better for all of us...to come less often" - there were no life in boy's voice.

Little space of their own in the middle of canteen had become deadly silent. You could hear your poor heart trying to escape it's ribs prison. Ned was looking at Peter with big Bambi eyes, filled with hope.

"You said they were confronting, and that means..."

"Yes, Mr. Stark was harsh at the beginning. But...they think I'm a child. They think..." miserably squished out of himself Peter.

"Legally we all are children," sighed MJ, "but I'm not sure if children are able to save 50 people a day and still manage to keep good grades"

And you all fastly nodded. God, you were so disappointed. Maybe they haven't told you officially yet, but you heard what they really think. Well, Peter heard. But he's trustful, right?

And yes, you wanted some of the things to go back, but...but Bucky and Natasha could have stayed for a longer in your life. And Steve. And Clint. Bruce also.

Thin blade left the red track on your forearm. Nobody needs to know. This is just your relief. Your punishment. Because if you already dropped on yourself and you learned your lesson it's no need for-

You hissed. This one was too deep. Shit. But okay, Chlorhexidine solves all the problems... Disinfector stings.

And when Peter excitingly screams about invitation to Tower the day after all you get is anxiety. Clothes rubbed unhealed wounds and scratches. Earlier you wanted to return home to lock yourself in a room for the rest of the evening, reading and preparing for the test but you couldn't refuse. Maybe it will be the last time when you see Bucky at all.

Peter, Ned, MJ and you arrived at the Tower on peens and needles, expecting dead silence and heavy atmosphere but instead of pokerfaces and "we need to talk", you saw Tony with a pan in a fire.

"Okkay kiddos no homemade anything today. FRIDAY, order pizza for all of us" Tony had washed his hands for a thousand times.

"Seven or eight boxes?" busily inquired AI.

Tony took a look for all the Avengers and kids. His eyes stopped at blushing Ned.

"Twelve"

The room filled with babbling again. You don't know about others, but i felt like a mountain sized stone fell from your shoulders.

Just a usual evening with the mightiest heroes of planet earth (Thor had to solve some questions in Asgard). Telling stories, playing Monopoly (god, how you hated this game, Tony always won!) and Xbox and teaching Steve how to use joystick (finally, he had avoided this for a few months).

You tried not to get included into pillow fights. To be honest, you didn't really want to move at all.

What concerned you that Bucky stared at you for the whole evening with a strange, wistful gaze. You were feeling uncomfortable also from knowledge that if he wanted to observe you, you wouldn't even had noticed you. But Barns wanted to let you know that he has something to say. Well, okay, let it be.

"Second batch of pizza arrived! Who knew that Parker eats more that all of us together," announced Tony with a clap, "I need someone to pick it up and...I need this someone not to be me".

"I will"

Yeah, of course, Bucky volunteered, you thought. Here starts the game.

"I'll help him" You added, rising from the chair.

You felt with your back - Natasha's watching you. It meant that she leaves it up to you were put down in "checkout list".

When you and Bucky got inside the elevator and doors slowly closed silence fell on little space and pressed hard. You threw the man a quick glance. Like carved out of stone...

"Is something wrong? I'm sure you're able of delivering pizza upstairs on your own" you tried to begin a conversation.

Barns was drilling the closed doors in front of him with eyes.

"I'm not sure what is going on with you" ex-soldier slowly turned his head. Behind deep ice eyes was hidden something you couldn't understand, "Once or twice a week you move slower. Also in that days you actually careful with hugs and you don't like when Thor squeezes you tight. I mean, who likes," a bit confused and you snorted, "but the rest of the days you seem okay with it".

You can feel cold sweat running down your spine along with a goosebumps. You take a quick glance at the changing numbers on the screen. Almost 15th floor.

"Something is going on," he continues, staring with his deep blue eyes, "You can't deny it. And today especially. I thought of a physical injury but it's happens to often to be a fight and you never had any noticeable wounds on your face and usually bullies-"

"Stop"

He slowly closed his mouth.

"You don't have to tell me all your logical chain, you know?" Weak laugh. Your hands started to shake.

Bucky pursed his lips.

"FRIDAY helped me with it," reluctantly answered unasked question, "I just never-"

Elevator slowly stopped and the doors opened.

You swiftly made your way to the backdoor exit. Barnes followed you as a inconspicuous shadow.

The pizza boy awkwardly muttered something about price with wide opened eyes and shoved at least 6 boxes right in your hands. You smiled as nicely as you could in that condition and thanked. The rest of the dialogue was covered with fog for you, even more, you felt like put in the depth of ocean. You woke up only after Barns's hand slightly touched your shoulder.

"You good?" He asked with care.

You stared at him with a wet tired eyes.

"I know how hard it can be - when you feel guilt pressing down," he slowly said, eyes looking forward, " And I'm not going to tell Tony or even Steve. But you have to do one thing for me."

You felt relieved for a second, but then anxiety had risen even harder.

"I will train you. If it's about anger, I can help you. If it's something else - we will figure it out," he said bluntly, "But if your self-harm gets worse I would have to tell Tony".

Your heart gladly went up and down like a child on a rollercoaster. You gulped. Tony doesn't have to know...he will look at you even worse...he has already a brilliant student - Peter, and how do you look, standing next to him? Right, pathetic.

You heavily raised you head, leaning to the side and releasing your hand.

"Deal" your voice was trembling.

Barns nodded and firmly shook your hand.

"Deal" he confirmed.

Pile of pizza neatly landed on the floor. Elevator quietly squeaked and the doors slowly opened.

"Shit" you sighed.

#marvel #the avengers #bucky x you #bucky x reader #platonic avengers #mcu fanfiction #genderless reader #bucky barns x reader #bucky barnes #peter parker #self h@rm #self h@rm reader #platonic bucky barnes x self h@rm reader

[perfectpaperbluebirds]

Sunburn

@sicktember 2022 Prompt #15

Fandom/OCs: Science Lovers OCs (Peter & Violet)

Title: Burnin’ Up

Words: 760

Inspiration: Read Peter & Violet’s first story here

 Author’s comments: This is also similar in many ways to the Plague Doctor fic. Apparently this was the year for me writing reunions after long separations. Yet I’ve always wanted to write Peter and Violet again. Their first story touched my heart in a very special way. As I’ve said before, I’m not sure this sequel does justice to the original, but it’s something anyway. That was my goal for this Sicktember, to revisit some characters and see where they are now. So, enjoy a silly little snippet of these crazy kids in love. 

Violet was waiting under the willow. Tonight would be the new moon, and that meant Peter would be here. He had sent a letter over a month ago saying he was heading out on foot to visit, and they always met on the new moon. Her heart fluttered in anticipation. 

Peter was rather well-to-do now, at least comparatively. Things were going well for him in London. He was well established in the society of biologists, especially past and present students of Huxley. He had nothing to offer as far as a home yet, but he had enough money to eat and buy what he needed otherwise. As soon as he finished his studies, she knew he planned to buy some land and build a home. After that, he would ask for her hand. They had discussed it many times. Each time he came to visit, it was discussed. As if to remind themselves that the promise held true.

Peter always came back to her. In the winter he took a horse. In spring and summer he walked, collecting and studying specimens as he went, but he always returned to her. She knew this time would be no different. Still, as day turned into evening, anxiety began to build in her chest. He rarely arrived so late, for he liked to have time to obtain lodgings before it was dark. She waited and waited, pacing around, sitting, and climbing the tree in turns. Every rustle of grass made her turn, and each time she was disappointed. She waited until the sun had dipped below the horizon, and still he didn't appear. It was getting cold quickly, and she wondered how long it would be safe to wait. He had never disappointed her before, but it was possible he was delayed somehow. 

She had almost decided to go home for the night when a low voice called her name, hardly audible over the wind. She whirled around to find the object of her affection loping through the tall grass. She ran and leapt into his arms, and he spun her around as he hugged her to himself, both of them laughing in joy without realizing they were. 

"Oh Peter, I'm so glad you came!"

"Of course I came, and I'm so sorry I was late, dearest. I laid down for a rest in the sun when I stopped for my midday meal and fell asleep for much longer than I intended. I rushed the rest of the way as soon as I woke."

"And still you're hours late! You must have had quite a sleep."

"I did indeed," he laughed. "I haven't slept so well in months. 

She loved to hear him laugh. She stroked a hand across his cheek, savoring the moment. However, she registered a flicker of pain crossing his face the same moment she registered the extreme heat under her palm. 

"Are you well? Your skin is burning, as if you had a fever." She touched his neck to confirm, but the skin there was the same temperature as her hand. 

He ran his own hand through his hair sheepishly. "I promise it's not a fever. As I said, I fell asleep in the sun. I was just in my shirtsleeves, and my hat was on the ground. I slept many hours there with no shade. When I woke, I knew I was in for it, and sure enough, every bit of skin the sun touched is fiery red and painful now. A fine case of sunburn, but nothing more dangerous than that, never fear.”

Now that he had said so, she could see the reddening of his skin, though it was easy to miss in the dim light. She wanted to reach out and touch it again just to feel the strange heat, but refrained as she imagined it was very painful. A small breeze blew around them just then, and he shivered. She felt goose flesh appear on his arms as he held her. 

"When your skin is roasted, everything else feels especially cold," Peter said, reading her thoughts.

"Indeed it does. Let's get you somewhere warm for the night, and I'll make a salve for your burn."

She took him by the hand and led the way into the village, and he willingly followed. Falling asleep in the sun had been a mistake in many regards, but now that he had arrived, he could see it had some benefits as well. Anything that put him under her doctoring care once more was just fine by him.

#sicktember 2022 #Prompt 15 #science lovers ocs #sickfic

[primroseprime2019]

Through the Spider-Verse: Chapter 3- Making Friends

As she watched everyone talk excitedly, Jess hummed and she walked off. Polina tilted her head and she glanced at the others. They were busy talking among themselves so she decided to follow Jess.

The woman figured she was being followed but didn't say anything just yet as she walked to the bridge part of the HQ.

Jess walked into the bridge and Polina quickly slid through the doors before she hid in the corner of the room.

"Miguel, we need to talk," Jess said, crossing her arms.

Polina watched from her hiding spot as Jess confronted Miguel in the bridge. She couldn't help but be curious about what they needed to discuss. She held her breath, listening intently.

Miguel raised an eyebrow and turned to face Jess. "What's the matter, Jess? Is something wrong?"

Jess sighed, her expression grave. "It's about Polina. I've been helping Gwen train her, and to help her control her powers. But lately, I can sense something... off about her."

Miguel's eyes narrowed as he considered Jess's words. "Off? In what way? Are her powers unstable?"

Jess nodded. "Yes, that's part of it. But it's more than that. It's like there's something dark lurking within her. Something she's not even aware of."

Miguel's concern deepened. "What are you saying? Are you suggesting she could be a threat?"

Jess shook her head. "I don't know for sure. But I think we need to keep a close eye on her. There's too much at stake. We can't afford to take any risks."

Polina's heart raced as she listened to the conversation. She had no idea that there were doubts about her, and the mention of a hidden darkness within her sent a shiver down her spine. She wanted to speak up, to defend herself, but fear held her tongue.

"I'll keep an eye on her," Miguel said finally, his voice filled with determination. "If there's anything unusual or dangerous, I'll intervene."

Jess nodded, her expression serious. "Good. We can't let anything jeopardize our mission or the safety of this Earth. We need to protect it at all costs."

Polina felt a mix of emotions - fear, confusion, but also determination. She knew she had to prove herself, show them that she was not a threat. She silently made a promise to herself that she would control her powers and prove her worth to the Spider Society.

As the conversation between Jess and Miguel continued, Polina quietly slipped away from her hiding spot. She knew she needed to contemplate what she had heard and make a plan to address their concerns. She would prove to them that she was not a danger and that she could be trusted.

Polina walked down the hallway as she started to get lost in her thoughts.

"Polina?" She stopped and looked at Miles and Gwen.

"You okay?" Gwen asked. "Yeah," Polina replied with a nod. A part of her wanted to tell them about what she had heard but she didn't want them to get in trouble.

"Just decided to explore a bit," she said, giving them a smile, "you know me."

Miles chuckled and ruffled her hair. She squeaked and swatted his hand away. Gwen and Pavitr laughed softly.

Hobie chuckled.

"So... how long have you been around in the HQ, kiddo?" Peter B. asked, looking at Paige.

"Well... this is obviously my second time here," she replied with a nervous smile and she looked at Gwen, "Gwen and Jess have been helping me with my powers."

Miles gave a dramatic gasp as he looked at Gwen, "and you never told me?"

"Oh come on, we spend time together, you big goof," she laughed as she wrapped her arms around Miles and he laughed too and kissed her forehead.

"Aww," a few other Spider-People cooed and the two blushed. Mayday giggled, clapping her hands.

Polina chuckled and she sighed softly, wrapping her arms around herself.

Miles and Gwen looked at her. She squeaked when they pulled her into the hug and kissed her temples.

She blushed and squeaked, her face turning red.

Deep down, she had feelings for both Gwen and Miles but she didn't want to get in the way of their relationship. Especially when she saw how happy they looked.

But what she didn't know what was that they were eager to bring her into their little love circle.

And they did it by pulling loving stunts like this one.

Hobie snickered and Polina blushed more as she covered her face.

Pavitr smiled. Polina grumbled before she cleared her throat and looked at Peter B.

"Um, sorry about that. I think they were just trying to make me feel included," Polina said, trying to regain her composure. "So, Peter B., what were you going to ask?"

"Well what's your world like?" Peter B. asked curiously, "since you live on Earth-777, Gwen told me that your mom is a nurse."

Polina nodded, a slight smile playing on her lips. "Yes, that's right. My mom is a nurse back home. My world is similar to this one in many ways, but there are also some differences. For starters, the existence of superheroes is not as widespread as it is here. We don't have a Spider Society or a team of Spider-People like you all. Instead, there are just a few select heroes who protect our city."

She paused for a moment, thinking about how best to describe her world. "There's a lot of crime and corruption, unfortunately. The city can be a dangerous place to live, which is part of the reason why I was drawn to Gwen and the Spider Society. I wanted to do my part to make a difference, to help keep people safe."

Polina looked around at the group, her gaze lingering on Gwen and Miles. "And I'm grateful to have found this amazing group of Spider-People here. They've been teaching me how to control my powers and showing me what it means to be a hero. It's been an incredible experience so far."

Peter B. nodded, absorbing the information. "Sounds like a tough world to live in. But it's great that you're finding your place here with us. We're all here to support and help each other. And with your unique perspective, I'm sure you'll bring something valuable to the team."

Polina felt a surge of gratitude at Peter B.'s words. It was reassuring to know that she was accepted and valued among them. She smiled and nodded. "Thank you, Peter B. I really appreciate that. I'm excited to see what we can accomplish together."

The conversation continued as the group got to know each other better, with Polina feeling a renewed sense of purpose and determination. She was determined to prove herself to Jess, Miguel, and the rest of the Spider Society, and to show them that she could be relied upon. With the support of her newfound friends, she knew anything was possible.

#fanfiction #spider man: across the spider verse

[nachtsorgen-sind-tot]

#this EP is my whole damn life now #got the vinyl a few days ago #second hand cause it was limited to 300 copies and they didn't sell them online but in random vinyl stores the fucking hipsters #and ive been listening to it so much #its so so pretty #their voices are so beautiful #nothing brings me this much peace #im currently on my lunch break and just listening to this EP sitting outside surrounded by huge pretty trees #and its magical #i love them so much wow #especially this song FUCKS on vinyl #Peter's voice especially just feels like a long much needed hug #the kind of hug someone gives you at 2am after you finally opened up to them while ugly crying and they just told you they'll be there for u #super specific lmao but those are the vibes i get from them #they can sing about whatever #ill listen to them in amazement and feel like the world is completely okay for a little while #music #The Düsseldorf Düsterboys #Spotify

[ptergwen]

idk if ur requests are open rn (if not please ignore this!!). so we all know the vlog peter made in civil war, well imagine him watching that over and maybe other vlogs he made with ned, the reader and mj while he thinks back to when everyone knew who he was and remembered him? idk thought this sounded sad

the value of a moment

w/c: 2,021

warnings: nwh spoilers, angst here and there

a/n: even though this tore me to pieces i loved writing it so much :,( thank you for such a wonderful idea i appreciate you sending it in <3 i hope y’all enjoy

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peter collapses on his bed and breathes out a long sigh, exhausted from unpacking. he just got settled in at his new apartment. there’s a draft that lets in the chilled winter air, and the flickering lights struggle to illuminate the tiny space. it was all he could find on such short notice.

the city that never sleeps seems so quiet these days. but, it’s louder than ever in peter’s head. there’s a nagging voice that’s constantly reminding him of how royally he screwed up.

peter had made the heroic decision to sacrifice himself quite literally to save the world. in turn, he lost everything; his aunt may, his best friends. he even lost you, the absolute love of his life.

although, it isn’t you who’s gone. it’s him.

a multiversal threat was upon earth. because peter had caused it, the only way to stop it was by erasing earth’s memories of him and therefore his identity. now, he has to start fresh.

he wonders how you’ve been since it happened. what you’ve been up to, if you’re taking care of yourself. peter is hanging on by a thread. he hopes you’re doing better than he is.

as he shuffles into the kitchen for a snack, an unopened moving box catches his eye. it’s still taped up, with fragile written across it in black sharpie. he must have forgotten about this one.

peter carefully rips the cardboard where it’s taped, a smile stretching across his lips when he sees what’s inside.

there are postcards he sent may from your school’s trip to europe, drawings mj did of him, ned’s lucky hat. what especially piques peter’s interest is an old camcorder he used to make vlogs on. he’d documented some of his most special memories with that thing.

he did it for moments like this, when he’s feeling lonely and needs reminding of the times he wasn’t.

peter grabs the recorder and brings it back to his bed. he takes a seat, beginning to search through its contents.

he plays a video of you and him.

“no, no, no! that’s not how you do it!” you giggle, skipping over to stand behind peter. he’s in front of your mirror and fiddling with the collar of his suit jacket. “hands off, pete. i got it,” you assure him.

peter does as you say, his features displaying a light blush and a grin. he aims the camera at the mirror so it shows you straightening his collar.

you chew on your lip in concentration, your arms winding around peter’s neck to reach the front. he zooms in on your hands working their magic, and zooms back out once you’re finished. you rest your chin on his shoulder and press your cheek to his.

“all done,” you beam proudly. “thanks, baby. what would i do without you?” peter smiles twice as big. you hug his waist, peter flipping the camera so both your faces are in frame. “god only knows,” you mumble to the camera.

peter gasps in mock offense. you peck his cheek, then head off to touch up your makeup.

“so, here we are at y/n’s. getting ready for homecoming,” peter explains to his camcorder. “it’s gonna be awesome! it’s actually my first one… unless you count last year.”

“we don’t talk about last year,” you sternly state. peter puts the camera on you while you apply lip gloss. “good call,” he affirms.

you cap your gloss and pucker your lips at him. he slowly lowers the camera down your body, revealing your entire look.

“my date, everybody. how pretty is she?” peter closes an eye, zooming in on you. “drop dead gorgeous,” he adds. you try to cover your face, so peter seizes your hand and squeezes it in his. “say hi, y/n/n!” he chuckles out. “to who?” you question. “i dunno, future us?” peter’s tone is soft, his fingers toying with yours. “our future children? grandchildren? great-grandchildren-“

“i’m gonna stop you right there, pete,” you interject with a breathy laugh. “or else this’ll never end, and we’re already running late.” peter’s eyes widen. “we are? crap!” he squeaks.

he flips the camera around again, to which you lightheartedly roll your eyes at. you gather both your things while peter wraps up.

“ok, um, we gotta go meet ned and mj. babe, do you have the tickets?” peter calls the last part to you. you wave your homecoming tickets in the air, peter grinning. “phew. we’ll talk to you later. bye, everyone!” he looks at you expectantly. “so long, suckers,” you salute the camera.

you thread your fingers through peter’s to lead him out of your room. he sets the camcorder down and ends the video, your intertwined hands in view as it cuts off.

with a sad smile, peter begins to rewind the video. he pauses it when he gets to you kissing his cheek.

he remembers that night vividly. how tightly you held onto him as you swayed to the music, the way your breath brushed his skin every time you whispered in his ear, your eyes sparkling whenever they would lock with his.

you two were so happy, so in love. nothing could touch you then. if you only knew what was to come.

peter continues to skim through his videos, before he dwells on that thought for too long. he chooses one with a thumbnail that makes him quirk a brow.

you’re versing ned in a game of dance dance revolution at your local arcade. mj cheers you on while peter records, capturing the rather epic battle.

“look at them go,” peter narrates. the camcorder is focused in on yours and ned’s feet as you hit the moves. “right, y/n! that’s a right!” mj shouts to you and points at the arrow on the screen. “come on, pick up the pace! leeds is catching up,” she coaches you. “i’m going as fast as i can, em,” you tell mj, out of breath.

“less talking, more dancing!” ned chastises, spinning around on the platform.

the two of you follow the routine on the screen with intensity. peter films you both from your side, where mj also watches. he briefly moves the camera onto mj so he can do a mock interview with her.

“the people wanna know, who are you rooting for?” he questions. “are you team y/n or team ned?” he zooms in. mj glances side to side before staring into the camera blankly. “um, team y/n. girl power… or something like that,” she replies in her usual monotone.

you and ned can be heard giggling in the background.

“what about you?” mj asks peter. he scoffs behind the camera. “team ned for sure,” he reveals. “really? not the mrs?” she offers a smirk, you jumping around behind her. “no way. you know what they say, bros before hoes,” peter confidently answers.

he realizes his mistake as soon as the words leave his mouth. mj squints at him.

“not that y/n is a…” peter turns the camera on himself, grimacing. “i’m just gonna edit that part out. back to the game!”

him and mj tune back in right when the game is over. you groan in defeat, patting ned on the back in congratulations.

“the scores are in, folks!” peter announces. “and it looks like…” you jog up to peter and sling an arm around him. “ned won,” you pant, skin glistening with sweat. peter keeps the camcorder on you two. “aw, did he? sorry, babe. you’ll get ‘em next time,” he winks into the camera. “good job up there, though!”

mj gives ned a celebratory fist bump. you shake your head at her, muttering, “traitor.”

“we’re about to go for round two. wish me luck!” you pat peter’s hip, ready to run off. peter catches your wrist gently between his fingers. “not so fast! you should hydrate first,” he chuckles.

he hands you his water bottle from your table. you wordlessly rip off the cap and chug down what’s remaining. peter whistles at this, impressed.

“ah. the cool, refreshing taste of water,” you wipe your lips, placing the empty bottle back on the table. “what a champ,” peter remarks. he follows you over to the game, guiding you by your back. “edward leeds, i’m ready for you!” you declare as you hop onto the platform. “not the full government name,” ned puts a hand over his heart.

“you’re still at this?” mj suddenly appears in front of peter, tapping his camera lens. he jumps and nearly drops the camcorder. “oh my god, when did you-“

the video ends just like that, present day peter snickering at his past self.

god, he misses you three so damn much. he misses ned’s silly antics, his banter with mj, everything about you. you made the perfect group.

peter has considered reintroducing himself to the three of you, but that would undermine him doing what he did in the first place. you deserve your chances to live a life free of the chaos that peter parker causes. so does he.

at least he has these tapes to reminisce on.

tears fill peter’s eyes when he skips to one video in particular. he plays it, and the tears immediately fall.

“is this thing on?” may speaks to the camcorder. although she’s barely visible in the darkness, the camera picks up her bright smile. “aha! here we go,” she murmurs, focusing the device.

“hey there. peter must’ve left you in my car by accident when i drove him to the airport,” may explains. “he wanted to bring you to europe. i think it’s for the best that he didn’t, though,” she lowers her voice to a whisper. “his stuff got blown up… long story.”

she twists around to peek into the backseat. her smile widens.

“anyway, i just picked him and y/n up. we got back to the apartment a little while ago, but…”

may films the two of you, fast asleep on each other in the backseat of her minivan. you’d arrived home from your infamous europe trip earlier.

your heads are bent together, each of you laying on the other. you’re sharing peter’s sweatshirt as a blanket. you have an arm draped over his stomach, and he has both arms secured around your shoulders.

“they’re out cold,” may laughs softly. “i can’t bring myself to wake them. just look how precious,” she coos, steadying the camcorder on yours and peter’s sleeping forms. “besides, they could use the rest. europe was eventful,” she understates. “well, that’s one way to describe it.”

she’s right. you two are drained, peter especially after his battle with beck.

there are deep bags under his eyes and cuts littering his entire body. you’d helped him bandage them to the best of your abilities. you dawn a few scratches of your own, which peter kissed each of.

“my boy,” may says to herself, reaching out and ruffling peter’s hair. he leans into her touch even in his unconscious state. “that mysterio did a number on you, huh?” she observes.

she fixes peter’s sweatshirt so it’s covering the two of you better, then turns back around in her seat.

“i figured i’d show this to them once they come to. they’re gonna be humiliated,” may grins wickedly. “ugh, i can’t wait. thanks for dropping by!”

may blows a kiss to the camera before shutting it off.

peter turns off the camera after the video ends, his teardrops covering the screen.

may never did have the chance to show you two. this was the first time he saw that.

he can’t believe how good he’d had it. if he thought life was tough then, it’s impossible now. what got him through it was all of you, only everyone he’s ever loved and who’s loved him is no more. you only exist in the camcorder gripped in his shaking hands.

peter holds the recorder to his chest. this is the last of what he has left not only of his people, but of himself, too.

sometimes, you’ll never know the value of a moment until it becomes a memory.

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