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aalyssah · 8 months

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My Nerdy Boy

Pairing: Nerdy!Peter Parker x Popular!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut. Blowjob, Cursing, Handjob, Loss of Virginity, Names, (Good Boy), Oral, (Peter Receiving), Praise, Soft Sex, and Unprotected Sex. Minors DNI 18+

Word Count: 3,188

Summary: You're a beautiful popular girl in school and after numerous rejections to a boy who doesn't know what 'No' means, Peter steps in, causing an interest to spark in you.

A/N: I just thought of this as Peter, who's a nerd, that's in love with the popular reader, but thinks he has no chance :( Hope You Enjoy!

Being the most popular person in college is hard, especially when you're a girl. It's not your fault your parents are famous actors!

Boys tend to flirt with you, girls want to be your friend to get that same popularity, hell, even some girls want to date you, but you're not that type of person.

You're not one to look for relationships. You just want to do good in school so you can become something helpful to the world.

You walked through the school doors, a small pink bag in your hand. Everyone stopped talking as they watched you walk down the halls. You ignored the whispers of people cooing over your outfit and walked to your best friend MJ.

She's been with you since day one, not caring about your popular parents and that's what made you both so close. "Hey girl, you look good today. You smiled at her compliment. "Thanks, you too. Anyways, have you heard about the assignment Mrs. Smith posted online?"

You and MJ began talking about school until the sound of loud boys yelling caught your attention. You turned around to see Brad walking in, his face oranger than Donald Trump. You rolled your eyes as he made his way towards you, a football in his hand.

"Oh god, here we go." You heard MJ mumble under her breath.

"Y/n! Lookin' amazing today!" You gave a small fake smile. "Thank you Brad, you look-" You paused, looking at him up and down. "Uh, great." Brad cockily chuckled. "Yeah, I know, just got a new tan. You like it?" You held back a laugh at his face.

His face was orange, not matching the rest of his white body. "Yeah, sorry to cut the conversation short, but I have to get to class, so I'll see you around." You were about to walk away, but Brad called out.

"Wait! I just wanted to ask if you would go to prom with me?" You closed your eyes, trying to find a way to politely reject him. "Brad, you're a great guy, but I'm really not into you."

'Ooos' could be heard around the hall as Brad's face dusted pink. He just got rejected in front of most of the school. You walked away without looking back, going to your class.

You went through most of your classes and now it was time for lunch. You were starving and couldn't wait to eat. You sat at a table with MJ eating when Peter came.

He held a tray in his hand. "May I sit here?" You nodded your head, scooting over. "Sure, it's a public lunch room." You flashed a smile Peter's way, a blush forming on his cheeks.

Peter was known as the school nerd, but you didn't care. You and MJ were in the middle of talking when Brad and his football lackies came sitting there. "Move it nerd, this is a popular table only." Peter instantly stood up, grabbing his book bag and tray.

"Hurry up kid." Peter tried his fastest to grab his stuff, but wasn't fast enough for Brad. "Brad stop, leave him alone." Brad ignored you, slapping the tray out Peter's hand, his food falling to the floor.

Laughter erupted throughout the lunch room as Peter got down on his knees and began cleaning up the food. "Brad stop being an asshole and leave him alone!" You pushed past him, getting down to help Peter.

He looked up at you, kind of shocked that you were helping him. "I'm sorry about him, he's just rude." You help him clean up the mess before giving him a smile. "I'll see you around." Just as you finished your sentence the bell rang, everyone getting up to leave for their next class.

It was the next day and you were walking around the corner when you accidentally bumped into Peter.

Your books fell out of your hand and you jumped back. "Oh, I'm sorry." You both bent down to pick them up, your hands touching.

You looked at him, making eye contact. Peter awkwardly chuckled, standing up. "I-I'm sorry, I-" You put a hand up. "Hey, calm down, it was just an accident." You grabbed your books. "I like your outfit, you look nice."

Peter looked down at his blue collared shirt with a small smile. "Thank you, my aunt got it for me." The sweet conversation was interrupted when Brad came around the corner, laughing loudly. "Wow, Peter Parker's aunt buys his own clothes and they're ugly!"

Brad and his boys laughed, a frown coming from you. "I knew you were pathetic, but not that bad!" You watched as Peter looked down at his feet, quiet as a mouse.

"Alright Brad, just because he wears something different than you doesn't mean you have to be rude about it. Everyone has their own style." Brad looked at you surprised.

"Oh c'mon Y/n, why are you defending this nerd?" You shook your head in shame. "You shouldn't treat people like that. Stop being mean." You grabbed Peter's wrist, dragging him to a different area.

"Sorry about him again. Don't listen to him, in fact, I think your outfit is cool." Peter smiled slightly. "I think we should hang out sometime. I have class, but I'll talk to you later." Peter let you go, watching as you walked off.

He felt so in love, but there was no way you would choose him.

PROM NIGHT!

There were posters plastered everywhere the school, telling everyone prom was coming up.

Unfortunately, you didn't have a date, but you don't think you're gonna go with anyone. Usually you and MJ go together, but she and her boyfriend, Ned are gonna go.

You walked up to MJ smiling. "Hey." She greeted you. "Hey, you heard about prom tomorrow? Who's your date? Maybe Brad or Kyle from history." You scrunch your face in disgust. "Oh hell no, definitely not Brad. I might not even go this year."

MJ frowned at your words. "What why? We always go." You shrugged your shoulders, taking some books out your locker. "You and Ned are going and I don't wanna be a third wheel." She was quick to deny.

"You won't be. Just come for me, please?" You grunted in annoyance. "Fine." She squealed, hugging you. "Thank you, oh thank you. I love you." She kissed your cheek and left off to go find her man.

You stood against your locker on your phone, when a shadow blocked some light. You looked up and almost rolled your eyes to the back of your brain.

There was Brad with a smirk on his face. "Y/n, you still down for my offer about the prom? I was thinking we could wear blue, maybe red, so we can look hot. Be the center of attention."

You pushed him back, scoffing. "Brad, I already told you. I don't want you. I don't want to date you, talk to you, not even be friends, so what makes you think I'm gonna go to the prom with you?" Brad gave you a challenging look. "Damn, I love me a feisty girl." You walked away, leaving him alone.

You did all your classes and even got to leave early to get ready for prom. You chose a black dress and did minimal make up, not wanting to go all out. MJ stopped by and got you and drove y'all to the school.

The moment y'all reached there, loud music bumped down the street, lights flickered and flashed, and bodies moved against each other like they were in a dance club.

"Me and Ned's gonna go dance." You heard MJ yell at you. You nodded your head with a smile, watching as your friend went off with her man.

You went to a small table that was littered with snacks and drinks. You grabbed a water bottle, cracking it open and taking a sip. You looked around the room once more.

It was a nice prom with some of your fellow classmates enjoying their time. As you looked around you caught the eye of Peter, sitting alone at a table, tapping his foot to the beat of the music. He looked so lonely.

With a determined smile, you got up, walking over to his direction, but before you could make it across the room, Brad came out of nowhere. "Baby, Y/n, you look beautiful tonight." You rolled your eyes, putting a hand on your hip.

"Before you ask, the answer is no." You tried to walk past him, but he only walked in your direction. "Woah, where are you going? I just want to dance, maybe even share a kiss."

"Brad, I've told you multiple times, I don't want you! So no, I don't wanna dance, or kiss you. Leave me alone." You walked past him, making your way towards Peter, but you were pulled back by Brad, his arm wrapping around your waist, and forcing you against his body.

"Why do you play hard to get? I've tried to be get with you since 5th grade, but you're to blind to see because of that stupid nerd Penis Parker!" You squirmed in his arm, trying to get away from his disgusting hold, but he only held you tighter.

"Stop trying to run." You looked around nervously, seeing if anyone was paying attention, but everyone was too busy dancing, and the loud music didn't help anyone.

"Get your hands off of her!"

You felt your whole world stop at that voice.

It was Peter.

The music slowly died down at the yelling, people's attention turning to you. "And what are you gonna do if I don't?" Brad challenged, with a smirk. His smirk was wiped off his face when Peter's fist connected Brad's cheek, his grip falling off you.

Brad fell to the floor, looking up in shock. Murmuring was heard around the room at Peter's strength. You quickly stood by his side, looking down at Brad.

"If you ever try to touch me or even talk to me, Peter's gonna beat your ass, and we know you would want that." You chuckled, watching as Brad scrambled to his feet and left, too embarrassed for what happened.

Everyone began dancing like everything was normal, you turning to Peter. "Thank you Peter, I don't know what would've happened if you weren't here." Peter smiled, looking down at the ground.

"Well, you're just really pretty, and I didn't want to see you get hurt." You matched his smile, grabbing his hand. "Let's go somewhere private." You dragged him outside to a nearby hotel.

It was much quieter and y'all could have peace. Peter felt nervous as you booked a room for the night, but he was sure y'all wouldn't spend that long there.

You closed the door, locking it behind you before sitting down on the bed. Peter awkwardly stood up, looking lost. "Peter, sit down." You said, patting a spot next to you.

He slowly walked to you, sitting down. He had his hands in his lap, playing with his fingers. "Peter? Why'd you help me out there?" Peter stayed silent for a second, trying to think of the right words.

"No man should grab a girl like that. Especially someone like you." You tilted your head to the side, with a questioning look. "What do you mean someone like me?"

Peter jumped up, thinking you were offended. "No, I didn't mean it like that! It's just, you're really pretty, and I don't want anyone to do something you don't feel comfortable with. Plus, you’ve helped me so many times with Brad, so it’s only right for me to help you."

You watched his facial expression as he spoke, getting deep in detail on his reasoning. "Peter? Do you like me?" Peter avoided your eyes, giving you the answer. Without thinking, you grabbed his jaw, guiding him to your lips for a kiss.

Peter sat there, eyes widened, not knowing what to do. You pulled back once you felt him tense up. "Peter, I'm so sorry! I thought you were feeling me!" You scooted away, but Peter was fast to grab your arm.

"No! I want you, I-" He stopped speaking, feeling embarrassed. "I've never done this before." A smile appeared on your face at his confession.

No wonder he always gets so flushed when around you."You're a virgin?" He nodded his head. You 'tsked' rubbing your hands in and down his pants. "Well, we don't have to do anything you don't want to."

Peter shook his head, grabbing your hand. "I-I want you to be my first." Your eyebrows shot up. No one's ever asked you to be their first. "Are you sure?" He finally looked up at you. "Please?"

You dropped down to your knees, spreading his legs apart. "Get naked." He quickly stripped from his clothes, a little eager for you. You could see the bulge poking from his boxers.

A shocked gasp escaped from your lips. "Peter!" Peter sat up, looking worried, as if he did something wrong. "What? What's wrong? Does my thing look weird? I'm sorry!" He quickly raised his hands to cover his crotch area.

You gently pulled his hands down, with a smile. "No Petey. I didn't know you were packing this much." A blush formed on Peter's face at your compliment and the nickname.

You pulled his boxers down, throwing them somewhere in the room. You grabbed his cock with a chuckle, stroking him up and down. "You're so big Peter." He stared down at you as you took him in your mouth, humming at the sweet, but salty taste.

Peter moaned, head falling on the bed. You took him deep down your throat, before slowly coming up. Peter felt like he was on cloud nine right now while you were sucking him off.

You slowly began bobbing your head and cupping his balls, smiling at the squeal that came from him. You took your lout off him for a second, still stroking him. "Peter, baby, can you do me and favor and fuck my mouth?" Peter looked at you with wide eyes.

He's seen people do it in movies, but in person?

With someone as pretty as you?

Hell yeah!

Peter carefully guided your mouth back to his cock, scooting down the bed a little. He thrusted his hips up, his eyes shutting tight at how good your mouth felt. Your nails were digging a deep moon crescent into his thighs.

He was whining above you, his pace not slowing down. "Oh god, it f-feels so g-good!" You relax your jaw and hollow your cheeks around him, making sucking noises known. Peter jerked slightly, hips slowing down.

You noticed how close he was getting and pulled back fast. Peter let out a frustrated sigh, sadly looking down at you with puffy red cheeks, and eyes glisten from the tears.

"Sorry baby, but I don't want you to cum yet. You haven't even felt me!" You stripped from your dress, pulling the straps down, revealing your body.

Peter moaned at the sight of your body, hands coming to your waist. "Ah, ah, no touching, I'm in charge." His hands fell slack on the bed, looking up at you as you stepped over him.

You squatted above him, guiding his cock to your entrance. With slow movements, you slowly sunk down, moaning as he reached deep in you. Peter moaned at your tightness, closing his eyes tight.

You saw and said something. "Open your eyes for me. Look at me as I ride you." Peter opened his eyes, tears glistening in his pupils.

He's never felt anything this good.

You just started and he's already drunk on your cunt.

You gently bounced up and down on him, your hands planted on his chest. Your breast bounced with every movement, Peter's eyes staring at your nipples.

You breathily chuckled, leaning down so your breasts were dangling in his face. He looked up at you with pleading eyes and with a nod, he leaned up and latched his mouth onto your nipple.

He suckled the nipple, an arm wrapped your waist, pulling you down more, as you still bounced on top of him.

With one bounce you stopped, grinding against his pelvic, his cock swiping against different parts in your body. Peter moaned as he hit your sweet spot, feeling you tighten around him. "Feel good, yeah?" You panted out, beginning to bounce again.

He nodded his head, knowing if he talked it would come out as babbled words. "Gotta use your words Petey." He bit his lip before answering. "Yeah, it feels s'good." You smiled. "Good boy, baby."

Peter thrusted his hips up, moaning as you clenched him. "Oh fuck!" You said surprise. "You like to get praised? Huh? You're my good boy, aren't you?" Peter nodded his head, wanting to please you. "Go on and fuck me then. Just like you did a minute ago."

And Peter complied with your order, tucking your head in his neck, knees bent, and feet planted on the bed and began thrusting in you wildly. Loud clapping noises and moans were heard around the room as Peter fucked you.

His balls slapped against the back of your thigh as you squeezed around him repeatedly, feeling all pleasure run through your body. Peter ended up hitting your sweet spot, plowing into it nonstop.

"Oh my god Peter, I'm gonna cum!" Your legs shook, back arched and mouth opened, filthy moans coming from you. You ended up cunning without noticing until you heard Peter moan and wet noises coming from your bodies.

You watched Peter's facial expression as he got close. "Y/n, where can I cum?" He was desperate for any answer. As long as you tell him where to cum. “Inside, I take birth control." That was all you needed to say for him to cum.

Peter came with a needy moan, emptying everything in you. You both laid on top of each other, catching your breath. "You were way too good for your first time." You both shared a laugh.

You got up and slowly pulled out before going to the bathroom to clean up.

As soon as y'all hit the bed, you were asleep, with you holding Peter against your chest.

The next morning you woke to your phone with texts from MJ.

MJ: Y/n, you okay? I heard you left ‘cause of Brad.

MJ: Y/n, are you gonna answer?

MJ: Brad moved, he's going to LA and doing collage there.

Peter woke up, nuzzling his head into your neck, taking in your scent. "Peter, you did so good that you ran Brad outta here. He moved to LA."

Peter had a smile on his face at your words. "You're so strong. My strong nerdy boy." You corrected yourself, brushing some hair out his face.

That day you and Peter became official, him growing somewhat popular and not only did you not have to worry about another guy messing with you, but you’re happy you got a nerdy boyfriend.

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the-cat-and-the-birdie · 8 months

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Spidersonas are the perfect exercise and I recommend everyone try -

Quick-Spidersona Exercises

How I use new Spidersonas as Artistic Practice

[A MEDIUM length post where I share ideas and exercises to create Spidersonas quicker and easier, while practicing your writing/art]

Spidersonas can be a great tool for any artist!

If you're a writer looking for a way to get better at character creation, research, and world-building - Or an artist looking for a way to get better at character design:

Consider trying out Quick Spidersona exercises as a fun way to do that! I use them all the time, because seriously, who says you can only have ONE Spidersona?

(I think I have at least 15-20 now - counting the eight named kids I gave Miguel & Moche)

I usual end up making at least one a week - and I find they're amazing for learning how to make characters quickly and in a really fun way.

Everything can be canon in the Spider-verse, including a sentient piece of Lego-Plastic and a Pre-historic Spider-saur.

Plus, with the Spider-Society being full formed, and canon events at your choosing, you have a loose template for a background - making it easier to throw them into the story.

I use a couple different exercises on making Fast-Sonas, and I thought I'd share some.

Here's a couple of my favorites! If you find this helpful, let me know!

1 - Hour Sona Challenge

Ever have a half-baked Spidersona Idea or come up with a funny crack Spider?

Give yourself an hour (or two) and go at it.

[This challenge is good for quick practice, Character Creation & Design]

Design them a suit as quick as you can, coming up with abilities and a rough personality.

You don't need to go into backstory if you don't feel like it, and it's a great way to get started

This is something you can do routinely - I do, I usually do this once or twice a week; And soon you'll have a full cast of sonas that can interact with each other!

It's great practice, and the more you do it, the easier it gets.

When you're doing it on the fly, or know it's just one hour - it can produce characters that are more natural, because you don't have time to second guess. Plus, since it's only an hour, you can get as silly as you want!

Stoner-Spider is an example of a 2-hour Sona Challenge.

Adapt-A-Spider

This challenge is good for Character Design

Make your own cross over!

For something a bit easier - Take a Non-Spider character and make them a Spider-person.

This could be anyone, from other Marvel characters, to Disney Princesses, Celebrities, and characters from your other fandoms. You can even make some of your old OCs into Spider-people!

For Artists - this can be a real fun challenge - try and blend the characters original outfit and design into a suit suitable for swinging.

For Writers - try to adapt their current background, and shift it around so they have 'canon events'. If the character you like has lost someone, the person they lost could stand in for their Uncle Ben or Aunt May.

Example: If you're looking to adapt Ellie from The Last of Us, losing Joel could be her Uncle Ben canon event.

This works for every character (basically). What if Black Widow ACTUALLY got bit by a black widow? Now Nat Romanoff is on campus. (Every Peter thinks she's an MJ cause the red hair at first).

No matter how ridiculous, you can stretch it. In Spiderverse, everyone is Canon.

If they can write a SpiderCar - you can write ANYTHING.

Some ideas are:

Celebrities, Animals (like SpiderCat or the Dinosaur), Princesses, Greek Gods, Historical Figures, Fandom Characters,

Mundane Spider

This challenge is good for: Character Building & Design

Not everyone is extraordinary. SOMEONE has to flip those McMiguel burgers goddamn it.

If making a huge story and traumatic canon events send daunting - just... Don't do it. Challenge yourself to make a Spidersona that's literally just a person.

Like a Target employee who got bit by a spider that came out a shipment. And now they have to work at the Society AND target. They wear the Target polo over their suit.

Pick a normal type of person, and challenge yourself to make them super.

Maybe a stay at home mom that got bit by a house spider, or a college student that got bit at the library. Any one could be a Spider-person! So don't worry that they're 'boring'.

Ideas for this:

A person based on your town/city, Random Professions, Teachers, Therapists, People based on hobbies you like to do (ex: Margo is eSports. SpiderCanada is hockey based),

History Spider

[This is good for Research]

History Buffs WHERE U AT?????

If you love a period of history - GO ALL IN.

Take the SpiderNoir and Hobie route.

If your Spidersona was from Ancient Egypt, what would they wear? If you really like the Medieval Era, would their city want to burn them at the stake?

For Artists - What would they wear? And how would the fashion trends of their time period effect their suits?

For Writers - What would be their real name, if it were time period accurate? How would they act and speak? Consider how they would adjust to things like 2099, and how their time period would effect their fighting style.

Culture Spider

If you're from a interesting culture or place, make a Sona for that!

[This is another great one for Research, as well as Character Design too]

I've seen it all, from my own IncaSpider, to Korean Spider-people and Romanian Spider-people.

For Artists - It's REALLY fun adapting traditional dress and colors into a Spider-suit, and you may even find yourself falling down a research hole.

For Writers - This can go DEEP. You can pick any time period of your culture and home. Things like their accent, their behaviors and traditions, and their backstory can all be reflections of your culture.

With HUNDREDS of years is material to pull from, using Culture as a back drop for a Spider can help them seem deep and natural. Plus, you can just Google clothing and use that as suit inspo

Ben Reilly - Mary Sue Spider

Arguably my FAVORITE. Not for the faint of heart.

[This is the best for everything - Literal SELF CARE I MEAN THAT]

BE CRINGE. DO IT ON PURPOSE.

Write a character that's super strong and effortless about it. Pavi is. And he's still a great character.

Write a character who ALWAYS looks kick ass and rides a cool motorcycle or plays a rad guitar - Jess and Hobie are literally THAT.

Want your character to be big and super smart with deep trauma that haunts them? - Ben Reilly and Miguel. The three of them can be a trio.

Challenge yourself to make the COOLEST MOST FLAWLESS DRAMATIC SONA YOU CAN.

Every time you draw something or write something that makes you cringe, or feels to OP or too much.

Good. Leave it in. Turn it up to 11.

Go all out. Draw your Instagram dream outfit. If you want your Sona in 12 inch heels - have at it!

'Oh but that's impractical and stup-'

They're literally a Super-Human. If Gwen can catch a helicopter like that, I think a Spidersona can manage stripper heels or Final Fantasy Hair.

What's the worst that can happen? You're doing it on purpose.

At the best, you'll make someone REALLY REALLY rad - like Hobie.

At the least, you'll make someone REALLY REALLY funny - like Ben Reilly.

Disco-Spider Diane is an example of this. She was probably supposed to be a completely self-indulgent, unhinged Sona.

So much so that she thinks she's perfect, even though she's a little bit naive, lazy, and in her own world. But because she doesn't care.. it's all good :)

No Logic Whatsoever Spider

[This one is just funny. Great one for Character Design and getting out of your comfort zone.]

Spider-Ham, Spider-Car, Spider Cat, LegoSpider, Spiderplush and SpiderPopsicle all have a club. The No Logic Whatsoever Club.

Challenge yourself to make a new member.

Break all the laws of logic. If something can be Spiderman, then it is or duty to make it so.

What's your favorite animal? Make that.

Can they put on the suit themselves? No? Who cares they're a Spiderperson-thing now.

Is there a funny art style you like - make a Bendy's style 1930's black and white silent cartoon.

For Artists - This is a great one. It can be as simple as drawing Spider-man merch and making it sentient. Or as bizarre as drawing a Dinosaur in a Spider-man costume.

For Writers - HARD MODE. For pure crack fanatics. Enjoy trying to make logic of this. Or don't. They are what they are.

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So here are just some exercises and ideas for those looking to strengthen their writing/art skills with Spidersonas.

They can be really quick to make, and you can always build on them over time, do a '1hr Sona Update' Challenge, run them through canon events and see them change.

Having multiple spidersonas can be fun, make writing easier, and it's great practice that translates everywhere - into world building, character design, research, and a lot of other creative skills.

Literally theres no need for just one! The Spiderverse is open to any Sona, no matter how bizarre, mundane, or self-indulgent!!

If this gave you and ideas or inspiration, let me know. If you try a challenge, I'd love to see too!

And as per usual if you've read this far: Here take this as a token of my gratitude

Go forth, create, and kill cringe with your bare hands. Smash it into a moving train. That usually does the trick.

Bye.

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webslingingslasher · 1 year

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desperately need “trying to pretend that some jokes/comments don't bother them until one just finally goes too far” from the prompt list!! maybe peter trying to fit in w a certain crowd and making dumb dude jokes? or funny haha comments about things reader is really insecure about (other “prettier” girls wink hint)?

kinda not the request but kinda yeah

Who came up with the ball and chain simile?

Just a question, because if you knew, you’d travel back in time to find the weak, misogynistic, miserable son of a bitch and punch his nose a good one. Just imagining the blood just trickling, a bruise forming under his condescending eye, it sends a satisfying zing up your spine.

Well, you didn’t know who came up with the term. However you did know who’s been using it, and it makes you want to punch him all the same.

“Nice to finally meet Parker’s ball and chain,” it makes you want to immediately retract your hand and look at Peter in shock, you didn’t know this person at all, he was Peter’s friend, someone he’s been hanging out more with around campus, and he wanted you to meet him, and the first thing he compares you to was something that weighs someone down.

Your hand goes limp in his hand, he hasn’t even told you his name, “I’m sorry, what?”

And he laughs, not the man shaking your hand, don’t worry he laughs too, with the other circle of friends. No, the laugh that stuck out the most was your boyfriends.

Like an inside joke, it made you feel really small. Normally you’d pull your hand away and tuck into Peter’s side, but right now you want to walk away. Peter didn’t have your back here, how nasty that sounded, from a stranger no less, and it made him laugh and disregard the audacity in his friend's voice.

When the man holding your hand caught your silence he stopped and shook your hand, “just kidding, love.” His pet name sends a chill down your spine, where’s Peter’s supportive hand on your back? “I’m Nick.”

You bite your tongue and smile appropriately until the end of the dragged out interaction, only speaking when necessary, missing Peter’s touches, why wasn’t he holding you? Normally his hand would hold your thigh at the dinner table, or his thumb would take swipes at your back to settle you when you leaned into him. The only thing he’s done is thrown a dominating arm over your shoulder when his other friend Oscar complimented your outfit, it didn’t feel right and you shrugged him off.

You couldn’t hold it in any longer, the second you were far enough away from his friends ears you spoke, the breeze outside made you cross your arms over your chest, spitting your words with venom you couldn’t bear to even look at Peter.

“What the fuck was that tonight?”

Peter looked at you, dared to be confused, “what was what?”

You pointed back at the restaurant, “that, Peter. What the fuck was that?”

“Dinner?”

You seeth, he’s playing dumb, you refuse to get in his car. “What the fuck is the matter with you?”

“Get in the car,” he looks back over, hoping his friends aren’t watching.

“No. Not until you tell me what that was.”

Peter rubbed his forehead, “stop being dramatic, get in the car.”

He’s never spoken to you like this, you don’t know what went on but you were livid. He was speaking to you like a dog, nervous you were speaking your mind at his sudden change of character in front of his friends.

“Peter, I swear to fucking god you better check yourself, I’ll show you how dramatic I can be.”

He takes a look back, no one’s watching, he quickly comes to your side of the car. His arms grip your shoulders and he gently pushes you against the car. “Stop, please just get in the car.”

You narrow your eyes, “you’re not sleeping over tonight.”

He sighs and pushes you to the side, he opens the passenger side door and gestures to it, “okay, sure. Will you please just get in?”

You scoff and push him away, “I am so unbelievably pissed at you it’s not funny.”

Frustration seeps at Peter’s voice, his teeth are clenched, “yeah, I get it. Just get the fuck in, Y/N.”

You click your teeth and get in, before Peter can close the door you grab the handle and slam it shut as hard as you could, you watch him pinch the bridge of his nose and mumble to himself in the side mirror before walking back to his side.

When he sat down you turned your body towards the door, you refused to speak to him.

“I’m not talking to you.”

Peter doesn’t wrap his arm around your seat when he reverses, you know why you’re mad, he doesn’t have a right to be mad.

“Great.”

“I just wanted you to know.”

“Thanks.”

You’re beyond pissed, but him not fighting back made it worse. It made you blow over even harder, suddenly you either needed to get out of the car or you were about to start screaming. Your jaw clenched as you waited but he said nothing, tapping his fingers to the beat on the radio you felt like you were steaming.

“You were shit tonight and so were your friends.”

“So you are talking to me.”

“Yeah, because I wanted you to know you made me feel like shit tonight and you’re making it worse by not defusing it.”

“I just,” Peter pauses, then sighs and rubs his eyebrow, “baby, I don’t know what you’re mad at.”

The sudden tone change made you sad, why were you mad? Nick said a shitty thing, but Peter didn’t have your back, that’s what it was about.

You have a lot of emotion and not enough time or space to figure them out, they come out in the form of tears. You tried your hardest to blink back tears, you sniffed and it gave you away.

“Baby?” A hand rested on your thigh, you grabbed it to push it off, instead his worry made you burst. Your lower lip trembles when you speak, the words tumble out. “Nick was mean and you laughed.”

And Peter felt bad, so he pulled off the road and unbuckled himself to reach over and hold you. He repeated sorry’s until you felt better, then told you it was a dumb joke, and he was so, so, so sorry.

“I promise, baby, it was just a joke.”

Maybe you were overreacting, you did just meet him and he was Peter’s friend, maybe he just made a tasteless joke, you could accept it at that.

“You promise it was just a joke?”

Peter presses kisses to your hairline, “promise.”

You tried to keep the same mindset over the next few weeks, you plastered a fake smile on each time it was said and sometimes you were able to choke out a laugh, joke or not the meaning upset you.

You couldn’t handle it anymore, last night Nick laid into you, “late again, let me guess, the ball and chain were reluctant to let go?” It wasn’t being compared to the object anymore, you were the object.

“Can we talk?”

Those words always sent a jolt in Peter’s spine, he hates those three words, nothing good ever happened.

“Of course.” He watched you pace the floor in front of him.

“I tried being cool, Peter. I really did, and I didn’t want to be dramatic and ruin a fun time, but I can’t, Peter. I can’t handle the jokes anymore, it makes me feel super insecure and it feels like I’m just an object for you.”

“What jokes?”

It feels silly, but you feel judged every time you do something around his friends.

“The ball and chain ones. It makes me feel like I’m weighing you down, and it’s really getting to me. I don’t want to ruin the joke but I just feel like I can’t be myself around your friends.”

Peter’s upset he’s let it go on so long, he should’ve stopped it after the first time it happened but when he saw you smile along he thought you were in on the joke, you weren’t, it still felt like they were laughing at you.

“If it makes you feel like that it’s not a joke. I’ll stop it, they’ll never say it again.”

Was it really that easy?

“I don’t want to be dramatic,”

“Not dramatic, poking fun at someone's expense isn’t fun.”

It was that easy.

“Never again?”

“Nope. Watch this,” Peter grabs his phone and holds it up, “hey, Siri. Text the group chat, my old lady’s making me tell you guys-”

Peter was cut off when you tackled him to the couch.

#peter parker x reader #tasm!peter x reader #peter parker angst #peter parker blurb #tasm! peter parker x reader #tasm!peter x you #peter parker fluff #my writing

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d4adf4iry · 10 months

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Sticky Situations P.B.P

(first off I’m sorry I’ve been inactive this summer I’ve been busy so forgive me lol I’ll try to create more fics for you guys! ps. I thought the gif was funny 💀)

WARNING NSFW AHEAD!

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you were arching your back so far you felt like it would snap in half, but that’s what Peter did he would make you snap. Your husband was tongue deep in your cunt. Unraveling you in every way possible, he wasn’t that experienced when you first had sex so you guided him to made you feel good; what pleasured you. Now he knows every way to leave you fisting your sheets. “God Peter!” Your hips were bucking up as you were fisting the brown haired man between your legs, he just hummed sending more vibrations towards your pussy. He pushed your hips in place tasting all you had. You were moaning so load you felt that the neighbors might hear, and it wasn’t the first time either. He rocked your shit. You were in for it though you kept on teasing him about his outfit and how it hugged him in the right places. It sent him over and now you were here. He was sucking your clit like it was the last bit of water on earth. You felt a orgasm coming on as he pushed you over the edge. His nose was rubbing against your cunt which was overly sensitive. You felt the rush and your legs were shaking as you closed them around his head. You gave out as you released your last whimpers and moans. You were breathing hard and felt more relaxed than ever. Peter got up from the edge of the bed and you looked at you and smirked than asked “Was I good baby?” His hooded lids were almost closed. You moved down towards you as you cupped your hand on his cheek. “Yes you were perfect” you smiled weakly. He started kissing your neck, the pleasure building up again. “Come on honey, let’s take a hot shower”. He lifts you up bridal style and starts a shower.

Sorry if this was short but I thought it was cute 😭‼️

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justlikeeddie · 5 months

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all of layton and nikita's strictly dances ranked CORRECTLY by ME

14. Samba, Week 1

unfair to have to rank this one really because nobody really knows what they’re doing in week 1. FASCINATING to go back and watch this though. obvs this is strong in the context of a first week dance! but knowing where they’re going to go from here… this is the one and only time you can see that nikita is dancing layton through the steps and keeping him afloat. they’re not yet a PARTNERSHIP here. they don’t KNOW each other!!! anyway good luck to these boys with navigating what they are going to experience over the next three months <3

13. American Smooth, Week 10

the infamous bottom-two dance. a result which i believe was undeserved!!! but the american smooth IS the most boring category on strictly unfortunately, so it’s a humble placing for this one. i did not love their outfits, for once! why don’t they go together. why does nikita look like peter pan. however, obviously i liked it when they both picked each other up and did a little skip in the air. also enjoyed how much craig enjoyed being bammed up by the ending.

12. Rumba, Week 12

controversial to place this so low in the ranking perhaps?? obviously this was a complex routine that they performed beautifully AND was very tender and intimate. but the rumba is the second most boring dance on strictly after the american smooth i’m afraid I’M SORRY. however, points awarded for nikita saying afterwards that dancing this felt like the rest of the world fell away and they were the only two people in existence. girl what

11. Salsa, Week 5

a great dance! fun! good vibes! their first lift! followed by a bit that i like where nikita has to sort of kick layton upright again. loses points ONLY for being perhaps their least homoerotic dance, which one of them, i guess, has to be.

10. Tango, Week 6

all the ingredients for greatness are here. TANGO. HALLOWEEN. layton is in high goth drag. nikita looks a bit like paul gross as geoffrey tennant as hamlet in the flashback sections of slings and arrows s1. but weirdly i don’t think this dance quite lives up to the level of drama i expected from it. having just rewatched it i think it’s because they’re ACTING like it’s a MELODRAMA, and it FEELS like they’re acting, as opposed to the way they usually totally inhabit the narrative of a dance. however. the switch from this vibe into the denouement - the BACKFLIP (fuck!!!) - and then the breathy, drawn-out final moment, which they suddenly ARE inhabiting, braced over each other and staring into each other’s eyes like they are ON GOD going to fuck in the middle of the dancefloor, is astonishing. once again i am asking the bbc if this is what they thought they were going to air

9. Cha-cha-cha, Week 4

okay. we are entering the section of the list where everything from here on down pretty much makes me feral. layton is everything in that jumpsuit. the THROW into the SPLITS. the raw sexual dynamism somehow contained within nikita taking layton’s coat for him. unbearable.

8. Charleston, Week 12

off the charts crazy. how can people move like this. they CARTWHEELED across the STAGE for what felt like YEARS. points only deducted for the fact that when nikita cried in the interview afterwards because he loved layton so much he had to do it in this extremely silly outfit.

7. Quickstep, Week 2

they danced the equivalent of a gay leyendecker illustration in week 2. IN WEEK 2 THEY DID THIS. they’re having so much FUN here. and to follow up on the week 1 ranking, the transformation from them feeling like a professional and a celeb to two people actually dancing together happens SO fast. it’s only a week later, but already something’s changed; layton’s totally at home in the routine and nikita’s REALLY enjoying it. it’s just so nice and i love them so much :’) also the quickstep is one of my favourite strictly dances because it’s inherently funny watching grown adults run full-pelt around a room and occasionally do a little skip. perfect 90 seconds of television.

6. Viennese Waltz, Week 3

ok so this is actually one of their lowest scoring dances on the show. but NOT according to my ranking. this ought to feel as faux-dramatic as the vampire tango but it doesn’t. something is HAPPENING between them in this dance and it’s real. i could write paragraphs about the eternities contained within the long, long seconds of them holding each other after it’s over, which goes on for long enough that the editor just has to like. give up and cut away from them. i’ve been linking to the bbc’s youtube clips throughout this post, but if you have access to iplayer i strongly recommend you watch this dance as aired (i have linked to the timestamp for your convenience) in order to see the full effect of this ending. there’s something about the combination of… the sincerity of the dance. the gender of it all. the refusal to break character. nikita’s slightly baffled-looking parents in the audience lending whatever the fuck is going on here a bizarre frisson. i’m completely obsessed with it

5. Jive, Week 7

the first thirty seconds of this dance genuinely make me feel like i’m coming up. overwhelming transition from the sexy sexy opening section (why are they dressed as little sailor boys? why are they touching like that?) into the supercharged beat of the side-by-side. people pay good money to feel like this. as has been pointed out, the jive is not a traditionally racy dance, and my question to nikita as choreographer is: why

4. Showdance, Week 13

cunt. cunt. cunt. cunt. the absolute fucking serve of the matching slutty magician elbow-length gloves. nikita dropping his hat while layton executes everything perfectly. obviously in the finale, homophobia won <3 but my god. they ATE. no notes.

3. Paso Doble, Week 11

i have said this before. but dancing to BACKSTAGE ROMANCE. in a show where i (facetiously) believe they may be experiencing a BACKSTAGE ROMANCE. seems illegal. anyway. this dance is insane. almost worth them being in the bottom two in week 10 in order for them to produce the unbridled energy of this comeback. as a category the paso doble has similarly melodramatic energy to the tango, but this performance is so unlike the slightly campy vampire number; they’re IN it, they’re living and feeling and breathing every moment. something about the mood of this dance, the power dynamics of it, nikita on the floor looking up at layton in awe as he emerges at his absolute fucking fiercest - happening in THIS week, rising above the stress of relegation and the overwhelming tide of online hate, is, like, pretty incredible, tbh. also the series of searingly erotic snapshot poses at the beginning of this routine are among the worst things i have been subjected to on this show, and as you may be gathering from this list, this is a crowded category.

2. Argentine Tango, Week 8

god it was a TOUGH GODDAMN CALL on these top two places. and tbh i think this is actually, truly, their best dance. the sheer SKILL here… whatever the move is where layton has to jump in the air and kick his little leggies around… stunning. i don’t really have a comical paragraph to write about this because i genuinely think it’s an incredible piece of dance and there’s not much more to add to that. however, extra points for the truly unhinged decision to do some dom nikita roleplay at the end? again, please watch this one on iplayer to experience the full unedited effect.

1. Couple’s Choice, Week 9

as i say. probably, technically, the argentine tango is better. but if i think about any element of this routine, i immediately black out. i cannot stress enough that he is standing on his back. he is STANDING. on his BACK. nikita choreographed this dance and he was like. i want you to stand on my back. PLEASE don’t worry about it. watching this routine is like looking into the sun. if i saw two men doing this in the club i would have to politely turn away to respect their privacy. also sorry to do this for a final time but i also need you to watch this one on iplayer because nikita stays on that pole at the end for so much longer than you are expecting and then does something sooooo unnecessary. this dance should be expunged from the internet so that i never have to contemplate it again.

#strictly come dancing #scd #if u knew how long i have spent thinking about this. you would say. don't you have a full-time job? and i would say PLEASE leave me alone

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mewhenimanangel · 10 months

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spiderboy, miles morales x reader

part 1 ʚɞ part 2 ʚɞ part 3 ʚɞ part 4 ʚɞ part 5!

pairing: earth 1610! miles morales x reader

chapter 5 synopsis: Miles takes you on a beautiful date at a gorgeous restaurant in downtown Brooklyn.

wc: 3.1k

warnings!: cursing, kissing, violence, awkward teens in love

translations: hola hermosa - hello beautiful, querida - dear, extremadamente bonita - extremely pretty, cariño - honey, amor - love

You were walking down the street on the way to school, it was Monday now and you could hardly wait to see Miles again. You've never looked forward to a weekend more, Zoya offered to take you shopping on Friday after school for an outfit.

You walked into the building and head to your locker and soon enough Zoya and Peter walked up to you. "Finally you guys are going out" Zoya squealed. "Yeah Miles been talking about you like crazy for the last month" Peter admitted. "Really?? Why didn't you tell me anything?" Zoya snapped her head to him. "I wasn't gonna snitch on my guy like that. Plus I knew you would've told n/n" he answered, Zoya rolling her eyes.

You giggled and went back to your locker, eyes landing on Miles making his way over to you. Zoya followed where you were looking and smiled "We'll leave the two of you alone." she said grabbing Peter's hand and walking away.

"Hola hermosa" Miles said coming up to you. "Hey you" you smiled, closing the door. "Lemme walk you to class?" he asked taking your books from your hands. "Oh you don't have to do that." you said about to take them back. "I want to. Let me do things for you, querida" he said turning so the books were out of reach. "Yeah but that textbook is heavy" you sighed. "Not for me remember" he said raising an eyebrow. "Yeah whatever spidey" you whispered the last part.

Later in the day, you invited him and Ganke to sit at your table at lunch. He sat in the middle of you two with Zoya, Maya and Peter on the other side. He was talking about whatever with Peter and Ganke when you felt his thigh touch yours, you smiled internally when he didn't move away. It was silly how excited you got, considering you were sitting on his lap with your tongue in his mouth not two days ago.

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The rest of the week went by like that with him walking you to class, holding your books and small touches here and there. Now that he admitted he was spider-man, you caught on to his 'spidey sense' activating, his random disappearances and thirty minute bathroom breaks.

On Wednesday you got your hair braided, getting black goddess braids. You went home after school on Friday to change into a pair of jeans and a black tube top. You threw your puffer jacket on and grabbed the money your mom left on the counter for you. Zoya met you on your block and you walked to the subway station.

When you got to the mall before you started to shop, you bought a cinnamon pretzel at Aunty Anne's. "Okay you need something that's like sexy but elegant." Zoya said scrolling through dresses until she landed on one. Her mouth hung open picking it out. "Y/n this is literally it this is so it!" You turned around and saw her holding a black sleeveless mini dress with pink lace trimming at the top and the bottom.

"Ohh my god. I need this!" you squealed, practically running to the dressing room. It was a perfect fit, you stood in the mirror admiring the way it hugged your waist and the way it fell at the top of your thighs. You stepped out for a second to let Zoya see it and she squealed. "Oh my god, you look so good bebe!" she shouted grabbing your hands as you squealed.

After purchasing the dress you decided to do some more damage to your wallets and continue shopping, you were already there so might as well. You both buying more clothes, jewelry, and makeup.

It was getting dark, and your mom came to pick the two of you up. You pulled up to her building and she got out kissing you goodbye "I'm so coming over tomorrow to help you get ready. Goodnight Ms. L/n" "Goodnight sweetie!" your mom called out watching her enter the building. "Are you excited for your little date" your mom squealed playfully biting her tongue. "I am! Miles is really really sweet" you said smiling. "He seems like it. I'm so happy for you baby"

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It was six pm and Y/n went to the bathroom and did a thorough skincare routine: rose clay face mask, eyebrow threading, cleansers, lip mask. You got in the shower and shaved until you were practically hairless. When you got out, you mixed baby oil and rose scented body butter and applied it all over your body. When you were getting into your underwear there was a knock on your door, Zoya bursting in.

"Ughh baby's first date. I feel like a proud mom" she exclaimed putting a hand to her face, wiping fake tears. "Oh shut up" you giggled.

She quickly got to work on your hair, tightly pulling your braids back into a strategic messy bun. She laid out edges into a simple slick look. She smiled admiring her work, before getting started on your makeup. Adding the finishing touch of a pink nude gloss she turned your chair to face the mirror. "Oh my god you really got me right!" you exclaimed.

You grabbed your dress and she helped you get into it, avoiding any contact with the makeup on your face. You checked yourself out in the mirror before adding your gold dior necklace with dangling gold earrings and strapped up a pair of black open toed heels. "Okay what perfume for the occasion?" Zoya asked going through your perfumes. You decided on the Coco Mademoiselle parfum you had gotten for your birthday.

"Oh my god you look amazing!" she said grabbing her digital camera and making you pose as she took a bunch of pictures of you. It was 7:44 now and Zoya said her goodbyes. "Goodnight bebe. I hope you have so much fun! Tell me everything." she said leaving the apartment. "Baby you look beautiful" your mom said holding your face. "My little girl growing up, going on dates" her lips in a pout. "Mommy don't cry" you laughed. "I won't I won't! Just let me get some pictures" she said grabbing her phone.

There was a knock at the door and you took a deep breath before opening it. Miles stood there wearing a black button down shirt with matching black dress pants, a big pu leather jacket and black loafers. He had a bouquet of pink roses and a small white box in his hand and he smelled really really good. "Hi" you greeted, big smile worn on your face. "Hi" he said smiling back at you "You look so so beautiful, querida. Extremadamente bonita" he said checking you out. "Goodnight Ms. L/n" he said realizing your mom was standing behind you in the kitchen. "Hi hun!" she said back, before easing away.

"These are for you, y/n" he handed the flowers to you. "Aww oh Miles you shouldn't have" you pressed your hand to your chest. "And I uh bought this for you" he said handing you the little white box. You smiled and opened it to find a gold locket with a floral engraving. "Oh my god. Miles this is beautiful" you smiled, giving him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "I'm glad you like it." he smiled at you. "Help me put it on?" you asked as he turned you around and latched it.

"Mom, we're ready to leave!" you called out, grabbing your purse. "Wait! Let me get a picture of you guys. I've to show Rio." You both laughed as Miles snuck his arm around your waist and you laid your hand on his chest, posing for the picture. "Bye guys! Stay safe and have fun! Miles you better have her back by eleven" your mom said playfully squinting her eyes at him. "Of course Ms L/n" he chuckled.

When you closed the door, Miles interlocked his fingers around yours as you head to the stairs. "This place is really nice. My parents went here on their first date and they took me one time for their anniversary " he told you, helping you ease down the stairs in your heels. "That's so adorable, m'very honored to be taken there" you said squeezing his hand.

You walked to the subway, hurrying as best you could to catch the train. "Here come on my back!" he picked you up effortlessly as he trot down the last set of stairs and into the train, just making it. He put you down carefully as to not make your dress ride up too much. You wrapped your arm around Miles' and wrapped a leg over the other as you found seats by the door.

Getting off at your stop, you and Miles turned the corner to the restaurant. It was near the Brooklyn bridge, string lights lit around the trees in the night. It was definitely upscale and on the more expensive side. He led the way into the building and the inside was even nicer with dim lighting, beautiful decorations, and nice furniture. "Uh Morales, table for two" he told the lady at the front. His dad told him what to do and was actually the one who made the reservation, but you didn't have to know that.

He kept his hand around yours the whole way there and pulled your chair back for you. "Aww you're so sweet" you said resting your jacket on the back of your chair. "I'm glad I could finally take you on a date." he said smiling at you, you smiling back. He finally let go of your hand to take a look at the menu. "You can get anything you want. No budget" he told you. And he meant it, Miles loved doing things for you, especially if it meant he could see your gorgeous smile.

A waiter walked up to your table and pulled out a notepad. "Goodnight, can I get you guys anything to drink? Any appetizers?" she asked. Miles ordered a virgin cocktail while you got a strawberry lemonade. Since you were both ready to order your food anyways you went ahead and did that. He got salmon over rice that was topped with their signature gravy. You got creamy garlic buttered lobster tail with fettuccine pasta.

You and Miles talked while waiting for food. About everything in general and also nothing at all. You talked about what films were good, what books were good, favorite colors, how it was for him to be spider-man and take on such responsibility. You talked about what you would do after high school and where you would go. He opened up about his uncle Aaron's death and you opened up about your father's significant absence throughout most of your life.

When the food came you both rambled about how good it was, spoon feeding each other your meals. You ordered a strawberry cheese cake to share for dessert and asked for the bill. You grabbed your purse to take some money out. "Aye, cariño, you gotta let me do stuff for you" he sighed pushing your hand with the money away. "But Miles that's a lot of money" you whined. "I can handle it ma don't worry" he said giving the waitress his credit card, adding a tip.

You stacked the plates, making your waitress's job easier before grabbing your jacket and purse making your way out. He opened the door for you and you guys began your walk back home. "I had a really good time tonight, Miles" you told him, staring into his eyes. "I did too" he smiled. You both leaned in, pressing your lips against each other, hands held beneath you. He pulled away from the kiss first "Y/n, do you thi-" he cut himself off, tensing up. Just then an explosion broke out, a building catching fire.

Everyone around began freaking out and running around. "Get somewhere safe please, I'm gonna take care of this!" he told you, making you head in the direction everyone was running. He pulled his suit out from out of nowhere and making sure no one saw him he ran over to where the explosion came from. It was then, an oversized mutant gorilla on two legs appeared on a rooftop. "Come get me spider-man! I wanna be the one to finally kill you!" the villain roared.

Everyone halted in their path upon hearing that, looking back. Miles, Spider-man webbed over to it, landing a kick on the side of its face. The gorilla grabbed his leg and threw him to the ground. You gasped and covered your mouth watching the scene before you, but Miles got up to strike again. The gorilla threw fists in Miles' direction, him dodging effortlessly. He shot webs at his face to throw it off its balance, falling on its back. He jumped on top of the gorilla before it got up and threw him against a wall.

He quickly got on his feet, throwing a punch at the gorilla. The police arrived at the scene opening fire at the gorilla. Miles used his webs to trip and pull the gorilla to its feet, slamming his head to the pavement. Getting angry, the gorilla sprung to its feet and grabbed Miles, pounding him into the ground. He then picked him up with his enlarged gorilla hands and choked him out.

You kicked off your heels, looking around you found a dad and his son holding a baseball bat. You grabbed it, quickly yelling a 'sorry!' as you ran to the side of the building where Miles was fighting. You knew it was stupid to get involved in something so dangerous as this but you didn't want Miles to get hurt, or worse. You ran up the fire escape as quickly and quietly as you could, before hoisting yourself up to the very top of the roof trying as hard as you could to not fall right back down.

"I'm gonna kill you with my bare hands you damn bug" it growled. Miles was trying to claw away at his hands to get him off. While it was distracted holding up Miles, you eased up behind them. Bringing the bat back behind you as far as you could, and swung at its head as hard as you could. Its grip loosened around Miles' neck as it looked back at you allowing him to slip out and catch his breath. "Ohh what's this" it chuckled. You swung again as hard as you could before it grabbed your hand lifting you off your feet.

It angered Miles seeing the way he was toying with you. "Hey you big fucking monkey put her down!" he shouted. The gorilla moved closer to the edge and threw you down. You screamed as your distance to the ground rapidly got closer. "Noo!" Miles screamed out running to catch you. He shot a web down around your waist and hauled you back you up. "You okay?" he quickly asked, you nodded. He gently threw you back against a wall, protecting you and getting you out of the way. He jumped up and kicked at the gorilla's face throwing it down.

He quickly wrapped webs around its ankles picking him up with his hands and slamming him down. He threw a web to at the bat that had fallen earlier, taking it in his hand and repeatedly hitting against the gorilla's head. He kept hitting until he saw blood pooling from its nose and it lost consciousness.

He threw the bat and wrapped his webs around and around the gorilla's body tying a tight knot and dangling its body down to the police. They all ran over to grab it and take it in their police cars. "Thank you Spiderman!" one of them called out. The people on the street shouted out cheers and thank yous. "Anytime!" he called back down.

He turned around and you ran to him, engulfing him in a hug. He tightly wrapped his arms around you and covered his face in your neck. He quickly pulled away to look at you "Why did you do that? You could have really gotten hurt" he scolded. Tears welled up in your eyes "I just didn't want you to get hurt. You could've died!" you retorted. "You could've died! I don't know what I would've done with myself if that happened." he exclaimed. He wrapped his arms back around you, you crying lightly into his shoulder.

"Y/n" "Hm?" you mumbled. He lifted your head off him and pulled off his mask. "Do you think um...Do you think...Will you let me be your boyfriend?" he quickly blurted the last bit. You breathed out and smiled watching his eyes. You held his face in your hands "God I thought you'd never ask" you smiled, smashing your lips into his. Your lips moved in sync, him using an arm to bring you closer and deepen the kiss. He smiled against your lips "Is that a yes?" "Of course it's a yes" you giggled.

"You might wanna change out of that. I've gotta go give that guy his bat back...and get my shoes" you told him. "Yeah okay, I'll be right down" he gently put you down on the ground and you rushed over to the man. "Here you go, really I'm sorry about the...blood" you told him. "No problem...I saw you take these off, so here you go" he hand you your heels. "Oh my god thank you. Have a good night."

You looked around for Miles, when he tapped your shoulder, back in his dinner clothes. "Hey..girlfriend" he smiled. "Hello boyfriend" you smiled back, him giving you a peck on the lips.

You were now standing in front of your apartment door saying your goodbyes to Miles. "Are you sure you're okay?" he said taking your hand in his. "Yes, I'm alright" you giggled. "Just glad you were there to protect me spiderboy" you joked. "Goodnight, amor" he said wrapping his arms around you. "Goodnight" you said taking his lips on yours. "I really like doing this" he giggled. "Me too" you said kissing him again.

Just then the door opened, and your mom appeared. "Oh!" she yelped, the two of you quickly moving away. "Don't pretend I didn't just see what I just saw" she laughed. "Hey Miles, thank you for getting her home safe." she smiled at him, hugging your shoulder. "Of course, goodnight Ms L/n" he said "Goodnight Y/n" he smiled, walking away.

You entered the apartment behind your mom, you really had a lot to tell her.

#NIA WRITES ࿐#across the spiderverse #miles morales x reader #miles morales #spiderman #spider man: across the spider verse #miles morales 1610 #earth 1610 #miles morales x you #spider man x reader

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redflagshipwriter · 2 months

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Reassembly 2

link to first post

Masterpost

(the one where Peter Parker wakes up post-snap in a LoA lazarus experiment)

It was New York City. Peter thanked his blessings and the transportation gods. He didn't wait for the train to stop because he was kind of afraid that it wouldn't and he'd get carried somewhere else.

If he'd been a regular teen, it would have been like, super dangerous to jump off of the top of a moving train and land on cement. Peter rolled like he'd been taught and came up safe. He shook his wrists a little as he straightened and tried to figure out where he was exactly.

Okay. Operation solo hero was a go. Here he was, in NYC. He didn't have any help. But he was Spiderman. Peter tried not to feel discouraged about losing all his tech, his friends, and his mentors. He could remake his web shooters and a suit. He needed access to materials, but he could do it. His first formula had been made in a school lab.

'But I wasn't homeless and undocumented then.'

Oof, that felt bad.

'Can I even keep my name? I can't exactly go to Midtown and tell them to make Peter Parker plural.'

Yikes. That was a whole lot of yikes.

Well. One problem at a time, right? He needed to get himself into a more stable position for survival first. Now that he knew where he was, he could change his strategy from calling for help to becoming self-sufficient.

He wasn't exactly sure what to do. The first thing that came to mind was that he needed more clothes. Even if he had liked this outfit, he definitely needed more than one set. This was gross. And honestly? He was kinda cold. And he was increasingly uncomfortable about not wearing underwear.

'I don't have any money and I can't borrow some. I can't steal from anyone. What can I do?'

Peter racked his brains. Go through the donation bins for a thrift store? That seemed wrong. But … stores throw things away.

'Department stores get new things all the time. They must be throwing away old clothes. If I check their dumpsters, I bet I'll find something.'

With a plan in mind, Peter made his way to the closest big store he knew about. Even though he was stranded, at least he was in his city. New York City was way more comforting than Metropolis had been. He navigated by memory to a store he knew called-

Huh. The store was where he thought it would be, but it had a different name. Peter quietly read it aloud, wondering if this place would have the same bland, safe fashion as where he'd meant to go.

Well. There was only one way to find out, and it wasn't by going inside. They were locked up for the night anyway.

He found the dumpsters. Peter braced himself for a moment, taking a deep breath.

He didn't feel good about this. He didn't. Not morally- if it had been thrown away, it didn't belong to anyone– but looking at the outside of a dumpster really hammered in the desperation he was in. He was poor. He had nothing and he had no one.

Peter shook that off. "That's not true," he told himself. Hearing a human voice, even his own, helped a bit. "I have a great sense of humor and a positive outlook."

Still, uh, he was ready for a lifestyle that included underwear. He carefully lifted the lid and rested it against the wall so that it didn't make any noise. Then he hopped up onto the rim and squinted into the bin.

There were big plastic bags full of fabric. His first impulse was to tear them open and look, but he refrained. It would make a mess for the garbage workers. Instead he painstakingly untied the string at the top and opened a bag. Then he pulled clothes out one piece at a time and examined them.

His heart fell. He'd been right. These were all perfectly good, unused clothes with the tags still on them, so he could even sort by size. But someone had taken scissors to them all before throwing them out. Peter held up a t shirt and squinted at it. It wasn't that bad, really. They hadn't been super thorough. This one had kind of a snip through the middle.

…it wasn't like he didn't know how to sew. He'd done lots of repairs that way, and even made a Halloween costume one year.

If he just stitched that up it would be kinda obviously repaired. That was okay, but Peter dug around until he found another T shirt in a different color. It was hard to tell in the darkness but he was pretty sure it was blue. It had a similar cut.

"Okay," he planned aloud. "I cut them fully apart, even out the edge, and then sew them together so it looks like being bi colored is a fashion decision."

He dug around for a couple more shirts, trying to get four different colors that in the daylight he could hopefully mix and match. Then he shoved everything back in that bag and tied it up. He hung his haul over the edge of the dumpster and started opening bags on a hunt for jeans. A pair of jeans and a pair of sweatpants was basically all the wardrobe a teenaged boy needed, anyway.

It took four bags until he found some, and they were too big. But the next bag under that had his size range. These had been snipped too, but Peter huffed a laugh. So what? Lots of jeans had tears in them as a style choice. He dug out two pairs and wiggled into them one after the other to check the fit. It was a relief to have his legs covered. They were kinda long but he was expecting a growth spurt any day now, so that was great. He was pretty sure one was black and one was blue, so that was a good variety.

He wanted underwear and socks. Maybe a heavier coat, if they had one. He searched and searched and came up with nothing. He did find a shoulder-strapped canvas bag that had probably been returned- there was a subtle stain on the inside. Peter would have preferred a backpack, but he shoved the clothes inside the bag anyway. This was a lot better than just walking around holding a handful of fabric. He put the little bag from the guy’s locker inside of it. He still hadn't even looked at what was in it.

Still. He stared mournfully at the clothes. No underwear, really? He was willing to compromise on socks, but underwear and shoes that fit were a big deal.

"I guess they don't need to seasonally change those so much." Peter sighed to himself. "Wait- no. That can't be right. For socks maybe but shoes? They must throw out a ton of shoes."

Just not today, apparently.

Disappointed, he closed the dumpster back up and adjusted his haul over his shoulder. He left without looking back. He was already churning through possible solutions for his outstanding problems. Socks, shoes, underwear, and a sewing kit so that he could use his changes of shirts.

'Fancy hotels have those little repair kits as part of the free goodies.'

Oh, man. Peter steeled himself for social embarrassment. He was going to have to wander in and out of hotel lobbies by himself, take a repair kit, and leave.

'Maybe they'll think I'm a guest,' he thought hopefully. 'I don't look that bad. I look kinda like I'm going to school or traveling light.'

Oh. That was an idea.

'Lots of hotels have free breakfasts. I could just walk in, eat, and leave. Even if the desk staff thinks I'm probably not a guest, they probably won't say anything.'

It seemed kinda wrong. But it was a buffet. Leftovers were going to get thrown away. And he only had to wait until the morning.

Peter tabled the idea for later. It was going to depend on just how hungry he got. He was already really hungry, if he was honest about it. Whatever bodily numbness he'd gotten from the green jello stank tank had worn off.

'I'm going to get too hungry to manage before too long even if I have a huge breakfast every day. I’m used to running on a lot of calories. What would happen to my ability to be Spiderman if I can’t eat enough?'

He shoved the realistic part of him down and tried not to feel discouraged by his demanding metabolism.

Focus. The first thing was fixing the clothes.

'No,' grumbled a mental voice he knew he should recognize. It was coming through a fog of distortion. Shelter is first, Spiderman. Shelter, water, food, and then supplies like clothes.'

He frowned and rubbed at his temples. He didn't know how to solve that problem. It seemed more practical to address the problems that he knew how to fix first.

Well. A hotel buffet would probably have drinks as well, but they wouldn't be open for a while. He didn't know what time it was but it was actually night.

At least he had a tentative plan for it.

Peter steeled himself for embarrassment and started looking for hotels. The first one he found was too fancy- the amenities weren't placed in the lobby. He walked in and his attention was immediately caught by the soft golden gleam of a bell on the reception desk. It was under a strategic light.

'This one won't be good for breakfast either, there's nowhere for a buffet,' Peter noted. Thankfully, no one was waiting at the desk. He walked back out and realized that would probably be the case for most places at this time of night.

He felt better going into the next hotel. This one had amenities out, but not a sewing kit. Peter took a toothbrush, two of the packets of wash products, and a cheap razor. Maybe this would be the time his facial hair started to come in and he'd need to shave.

'I really need a wash,' he noted, not for the first time. 'So bad.'

The green stuff didn't smell …too bad when dry. It definitely didn't smell as sour as it had tasted. But his skin itched and his hair was crunchy.

The third hotel was the winner. He had the idea to look for a cheaper hotel aimed at business class travelers. It had free wifi, what was definitely going to be a breakfast buffet from 5:00 am, and it had the sewing kit that he needed. Peter took one gratefully, wondered if it would have enough string, and then took a second kit just in case.

Okay. Next priority was getting clean. That would double up with getting water- now that he'd thought about it, Peter was thirsty enough to drink shower water from the faucet.

He looked for a gym. He found a fashionable 24 hour one and dismissed it. Entrance was clearly only by key cards there. He needed someplace older. At least this was his city. He could guess the general area that would have what he wanted. Peter walked around until he found one and wiggled his way up to the third floor, heaved open a window, and went in search of a shower.

"Good thing I grabbed this," Peter said, stripping all of his clothes and palming one of the tear-open packets of individual soap and shampoo. There was absolutely nothing in the shower in terms of amenities. Gym patrons probably brought their own stuff.

He took the longest shower of his life, wished he had a washcloth or two, and ended up using both packets of soap to get his body clean enough. Then he hauled his clothes in, all of them, and washed them as best as he could using what was left of the shampoo. He wrung them all out and then put on his new jeans, totally damp. It didn't feel great on his skin. But at least it was clean. For now, he put on one of the black t-shirts. He'd apparently managed to grab two in black, one in red, and one in blue. This t-shirt had a v- shaped cut on the stomach, but he pulled the brown jacket over and zipped it up enough that it didn't show. It was all damp and very weird, but they'd dry quickly on him since he was moving around, right?

When he looked at himself in the mirror, Peter looked like himself. Sure, he was damp and messy haired. But he was clean! He shot himself a thumbs up.

He left the rest of the clothes hanging to dry and wandered the gym. It was eerie but also really interesting. He'd never spent much time in an actual gym.

That might be a cool hobby to take up. If nothing else, he could maybe find some classes.

Oh! A clock. Peter squinted at it in the dark. It was 3:42 AM. It wasn't actually that long until the hotel breakfast bar opened, then. He'd been walking around all night.

'I need a way to tell time on my own. There's not that many clocks in public.'

The first thing that he came back to when he thought of his problems was money. Money, money, money. He needed it. And he needed ID- did the ID come before the money, or the other way around? He needed tech to be Spiderman and to live in general– man, it was weird to be without a phone– so, how?

His first thought was to go to school and use the laptops there. But he wasn't a student. That would probably freak people out- or worse, draw attention to him. Was it more illegal to exist without documentation, or to be a minor who wasn't in school?

Peter shuddered. Yeah, no high schools.

But a public library? That had potential. The computers were always pretty old but they were free to use.

That was most of an itinerary for the day, then, he realized. It made him feel better to have a plan. He was going to wait a while for his clothes to dry (should he point the blow dryer at them?), and shove them in his bag. He'd go back to the business hotel for breakfast and probably more soap, then go to the library.

'I need to eat a lot at that buffet.'

His stomach rumbled in agreement. Oh man, this was kinda bad. He had no idea how to get another meal today.

Well. He could look into it when he was at the library.

He ended up turning the blow dryer on his clothes to get them dry. They didn't seem any dryer than they'd been when he wrung them out. That made for a tense hour of pointing the little machine while his arm got tired and he kept jumping at sounds that might be someone coming to open up the gym.

Stupid, Peter chastised himself. Of course a couple hours in a humid room wasn't enough to dry anything. They'd get moldy first.

He got them dry enough to fold up and put in his canvas bag, and then he went out by the same window that he'd come in.

'I hope they don't start locking that. If I don't have a place to stay soon, I'm gonna really need these showers.'

It didn't take him long to get back to the business hotel. It was somewhere between 5 and 6, which meant that the buffet was fully out but not busy. Peter walked in and beelined to the food, trying desperately to look like he belonged.

Nutritionally, it was pretty good considering the circumstances. Peter grabbed an apple and a banana from the fruit bowl and got a glass of milk as well as orange juice. He wasn't going to get scurvy, at least!

Glass containers had a selection of baked goods that honestly all just looked okay. He picked out a couple of plain rolls and then something that had walnuts in it. For protein, his options were some queasy looking sausages and a tray of scarily yellow scrambled eggs. He took a generous portion of both and finally started eating.

Whoa. As soon as he'd had a few bites, it was like the dial turned up on his hunger. Peter ate at record speed and caught himself looking back at the buffet.

No one was looking. There was only one other person in the buffet area, a young woman staring grimly into a cup of coffee and using her phone. The receptionist wasn't paying attention at all.

Peter felt worse, somehow, about going back for seconds than he had about coming here in the first place. But he was too hungry for shame. He grabbed two bagels and toasted them at the same time and stuffed his pockets with cream cheese packets.

'I could take a bit of this with me. A roll or two and maybe a banana? Ugh, it's weird, but the cream cheese has protein in it…'

He put another couple of packets in his pocket. No one was going to count and realize he was taking two of them out the door.

While he waited for the bagels to toast he refilled his drinks and added a coffee and an apple juice. He felt ridiculous with four drinks, so he drained the milk and put the empty cup in the clean up bin.

He filled a second plate of sausages and scrambled eggs (they weren't that bad) and piled the bagels on it as soon as they popped up.

Once he'd eaten his second serving, Peter felt a lot more human.

He also felt exhausted. Like, he was beyond tired.

'I didn't sleep at all so that figures. And I don't have any idea where I can sleep today. So… maybe one more coffee while I wait for the food to give me energy I can use?'

He couldn't quite stand the idea of gulping down all that liquid right then. It seemed like a good time to see what was in the little bag he'd gotten from the probably evil scientist's locker.

'The guy worked somewhere that stores human bodies in rancid green jello. If he's not an evil scientist, it's only because he's an evil janitor or receptionist or something.'

That… It wasn't ideal but it made him feel a little better and a little braver.

The instant he unzipped the little bag, Peter realized that the guy basically had his whole life in the bag. That included a phone, which was either turned off or dead.

"Whoops," he muttered. He considered turning it on but paused. Would that be safe? He might need it. But what if someone realized it had been stolen and tracked it?

He left it alone for now and looked at the wallet.

The first thing was a Metro City transit card. Peter looked at it and put it back in place. There were a couple more cards- credit or debit, an expired gift card, membership cards to three different pizza places and a gym, and an ID. Peter glanced around guiltily to be sure no one was looking before he checked the name and photo.

Richard DeWitt was blonde, apparently 5ft 10 inches, and 170 lbs. He had a lopsided smile and dead eyes in his photo. Brown eyes.

DeWitt was 37- no, Peter corrected internally. He grimaced. He was 5 years in the past, so DeWitt was only 32. One of the ID cards was for work, which was a goldmine. Or it could have been, if the company name had been written instead of the initialism LOA.

Better than nothing, at least. He memorized the letters and logo.

The debit and credit cards were no good to him. Peter made a mental note to destroy them later, so that no one else could pull them out of the garbage and use them later.

He paused for a long moment over the cash. He felt like a spotlight was about to shine down on him and an announcer would call him a thief. But he counted it: 87 dollars. That wasn’t Tony Stark money, but there were a lot of problems it could solve for him.

'The money isn't the same as back home.'

His eye caught on the one dollar bills. He picked them out of the pile to look at them more closely, like an inspection was going to make them change.

Assuming DeWitt didn't have fake currency on him, the US dollar was different.

Peter stopped. He belatedly processed that.

There was no way in a million years that the picture on the dollar had changed in the last five years. It had always been the same guy.

But here it was, unmistakably a US dollar with a man Peter didn't know printed in the center.

That changed things.

'I"m not on my earth, unless this is a hallucination. Where else could I be!?'

He would like to stop having paradigm changing realizations, any day now.

The only thing that kept him from having a total nervous breakdown was that he was in public. Sort of. There was no one directly looking at him, but that would probably change if he went into the fetal position and started wheezing.

This was bad. This was really, really, bad, actually.

He needed to go back to the drawing board. For all he knew, there was no Peter Parker here, no Tony Stark, no one he could go to for help.

And the people who had kidnapped him-

Oh, hell. They could be anybody for all he knew. Heck, what if that was a government thing? If they didn’t even have the same presidents, he couldn’t assume this was the same country, in a sense.

‘I need to look into that, as soon as possible. What if I’ve got the universe equivalent of like, HYDRA or something looking for me? That would be a bad surprise.’

He had the address of that building, at least, and the name of an employee. That was something to go off of.

Peter forced himself to exhale long and slow. He picked up his mess. He didn’t finish going through the guy’s wallet but he didn’t have the nerves for it right now. He stuffed it back into his satchel and left with a nod at the desk clerk.

He needed information, and that meant the library was even more urgent. It was the only way he knew to access the internet.

The walk wasn’t too bad. His nerves were a knot in his throat as Peter crossed morning traffic on what had to be a weekday, but his memory of NYC didn’t lead him wrong. He bounded up the stone steps to a big library two at a time, shot a queasy smile at the man behind the desk, and ducked his head as he walked in and did a little tour of the place.

There were three floors. The first floor had a dedicated computer lab for students, and long desk with four computers for public use. Near it there was a little table with pitchers of coffee, water, and paper cups with a sign encouraging free usage. There was also a reading corner, a collection of tables for quiet group projects, and rows of media like DVDs. Wow, so old. Peter marveled at that on his way up the stairs. There was a huge papier-maché wolf on the stairwell for unknown reasons. He patted it on the head as he passed.

The second floor had that intense library smell to it and a lot of signs strictly enforcing absolute quiet. He craned to see tall rows upon rows with labels like science and law, as well as a sign for reserved meeting rooms and bathrooms. The third floor was apparently mostly for group collaboration. Each table had a sign begging people not to bring in outside food and to leave their drinks on the table. Peter glanced over to the only table that had someone at it already, spied her huge coffee cup, and suppressed a snort. He didn’t see anything, but he could smell bacon and eggs. His stomach twisted into a knot.

Still, she didn’t seem to be causing any terrible destruction with her breakfast sandwich. He noted that she had four different colored highlighters next to her notebook, but tore his attention away before he felt like a creeper.

Okay. He had the lay of the land. It made him feel weirdly better. This library was now his base of operations, the center for his information gathering campaign and the subsequent plan… construction …campaign?

He’d workshop a name later. For now, he jogged back down a floor and went to the modern history section. He just read titles for a while, trying to paint a picture of what shared history he could confirm.

He saw lots of familiar country names referenced, and a few of the names that cropped up were familiar as well. The eerie feeling that he wasn’t home just got stronger, though, because there was no reference to half the modern wars and much less on WW1 and 2 than he'd expected. They were shelved in with books about the Justice League.

Justice League?

There was a whole lot of scholarship on that, whatever it was. Maybe it was like the U.N., Peter guessed. He flipped open a book and flipped pages randomly, scanning for words that stuck out. Ah, nope, there’s a reference to the U.N. So, this was a different thing entirely.

Okay, well. That gave him a starting point of something to look up.

He went back to the first floor and started a session on one of the public use computers. He had to write the time and his name on a check in sheet. He started to write ‘Peter’ out of force of habit and scrawled to a stop after writing the Pe.

For all he knew, that could be a bad idea. He shouldn’t leave any record that actually led back to him.

‘...So what else starts with Pe?’

It took him an embarrassingly long time to come up with Peyton. He wrote that down, exhausted and relieved, and then realized he needed a last name too. Oh, heck. He wrote a random letter -K- and then searched his brain for a plausible sounding last name. He came up with Kensington and then sat down, idly wondering if that was actually a name or just like, a place in the U.K. or what.

‘...I only thought of that because it ended in ‘ton’ like Peyton,’ he had the delayed realization. ‘It sounds kinda cheesy together. Fakey.’

Okay. Realistically, no one was ever going to look at that register. So it was fine that he wasn’t good at lying on his feet. He probably needed to sit down and come up with a couple of fake names to use in future.

Well. Maybe he didn’t have to be that creative. He opened a window and searched ‘Tony Stark.’ His heart fell as he scrolled through the results.

Tony Stark didn't exist here.

There had been people with that name, don’t get him wrong. But they weren’t Mr. Stark. There was no Mr. Stark in this universe. He tried looking up current billionaires instead, just in case Mr. Stark had a different name. He flipped through their photos with a sinking heart. That guy was too bald, Mr. Stark would never have a mustache that silly, Mr. Stark wasn't that jacked, no, no, no.

He tried other names- Happy Hogan, Jamese Rhodey, Virginia Potts (he initially forgot that her name wasn’t really Pepper and ended up on a site for kitchen goods).

The result? No result, more like. Not great.

He tried celebrities. Musicians, actors, philosophers, everyone he could think of. Weirdly, lots of them popped up.

The difference seemed to be around 1940. Historical names came up the way that he would expect them to. But anyone who was modern just didn’t.

Out of extremely morbid curiousity, he googled Anne Frank. He found a semi successful novelist in her 90s who lived in Prague.

Peter put his face in his hands. Okay. Okay, he knew approximately when the universes or whatever had diverged. That was wild.

His hands were shaking. He got up, realized he didn’t have a reason to stand, and then went to pour himself a paper cup of the complimentary water so he didn’t feel like a crazy person.

This was a whole different world. He couldn't assume that his background knowledge was helpful.

That made him feel so safe and secure. Thanks, universe.

#marvel dc crossover #red reassembly #peter parker

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Shattered Memories • Chapter IV: What Friends Are For • {Peter Parker x Stark!Reader}

Chapter Genre: Idk tbh, some regular degular conversations between friends. Chapter Warnings: None (???) Masterlist

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A girlish scream came from the doorway of the restaurant and you winced knowing exactly who it was. You looked over to see Celina running towards you and hugging you tightly almost knocking the wind out of you and out of your seat at the bar.

“Oh my god, (Y/N),” Celi exclaimed. “It’s so good to see you!”

Celina was wearing a black fitted cropped cardigan that had a sweetheart neckline and a dark purple, floral-lace, high-waisted mini skirt with a black belt. Her long, brown hair was pulled up into a bun on top of her head and her bangs fell on her forehead and around the frame of her face. A tattoo choker and a velvet choker with a silver moon charm on it wrapped around her neck and she had silver moons hanging from her ears and various silver rings on her fingers. Her nails were black and her makeup was simple but bold with thick eyeliner and dark purple lips. She seemed a little taller but it was because of the ankle demonia boots she was wearing.

She reminded you of a character that would be in a film that was a cross between Sabrina Spellman from The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina and a character from The Craft which just happens to be two of her favorite things to watch.

“Hey, Celi,” you smiled and hugged back. “It’s good to see you too.”

“Damn, Celina,” you heard a familiar voice chuckle, coming from behind her. “Don’t choke her to death.”

Ned was wearing a simple outfit that contrasted with Celina’s very detailed look. He wore a black tee shirt with a pair of denim jeans, a blue letterman jacket with white sleeves with MIT in red letters on it, and red classic vans. He wore a red beanie and a pair of black glasses.

Celi pulled back and looked at him. “Darling, you and I both know that I don’t even have half of the capacity to choke her out,” she giggled.

Celina and Ned have been dating for 4 and a half years. Almost immediately after the day at the Statue of Liberty, she went to train with the sorcerers at the Sanctum Sanctorum. Six months later she was able to speak for the time in her life. You remember the first thing she did was confess her love to Ned just to find out that he felt the same way she did. They’ve been together ever since.

And she was a chatterbox but all of you loved that about her.

“Ned!” You exclaimed and got up and hugged him.

“Hey (Y/N)!” He matched your energy and tone and hugged you back. “It’s been, like, way too long since any of us have seen you.”

“I know, I’m sorry,” You apologized genuinely as you pulled away.

You turn slightly to see another figure you haven’t seen in a while. She was wearing a plain white tee that was tucked into black, distressed mom jeans that were rolled up at the hem, an oversized denim jacket that was rolled up at the sleeves, and white Converse. Her hair was chin-length and curly and she had minimal makeup on. It contrasted your black leather jacket, black AC/DC Band tee, black distressed fitted jeans, and your black Doc Martens.

She gave you a blank expression.

You looked back at her with the same expression. “Michelle.”

“(Y/N).” She responded and squinted at you.

You do the same as Ned and Celina looked at each of you silently. You two eyed each other for a good ten seconds before you cracked under the false tension and giggled. She snorted and did the same thing.

“Come here, you loser.” She smiled and held her arms open.

You quickly hugged your best friend as she hugged you back for a moment and rocked side to side. Ned and Celina let out a relieved sigh and laugh.

“Nice to know you’re not a hologram,” she joked.

“I missed you too, MJ,” you chuckle as you pull back.

You all sat down at a table and began catching up immediately. You found out that MJ had gotten into theater as a side gig and wanted to audition for something bi, Celina started a YouTube channel and began taking singing lessons and Ned was working on his Master’s Program at MIT. You told them about life as a CEO and how the first year is driving you crazy already and how Morgan is a pain in the ass but you love her nonetheless. You guys laughed and gossiped about the little things and talked about your future plans as you guys ate. You guys sat there for a while.

“So, I have some news,” Celina smiled.

We all looked at her wondrously and she showed her hand with a beautiful diamond ring on it and a smug smile on her face. You and MJ had shocked expressions on your faces as you looked from each other to her to Ned who smiled at the two of you.

“We’re engaged,” he chimed.

You squealed and got up hugged them both and sang congratulations to them repeatedly. MJ also got up and hugged them. Once you guys settled back into your seats, Celina continued to tell you how they got engaged. It was something they started talking about and then one day at a dinner at his family’s house, he got on one knee and asked. She cried even though she knew it was going to happen at some point, but this doesn’t surprise you because Celina was always a softie at heart.

“Enough about us,” Celina giggled. “What about you two? Any love interests.”

“Nah,” MJ said. “Been too busy with auditions and stuff. But I also don’t want anything right now.”

“Valid,” Celina responded and shifted her eyes to you. “And you?”

You instantly thought about Peter and debated on telling them about him or not. You opened your mouth and then closed it pressing your lips together before sighing and looking up and over at particularly nothing and you thought of what to say to them.

“Aht-Aht, Nuh-Uh,” MJ started. “You’re doing your I’m-About-To-Tell-A-Lie face.”

You looked at her with a defensive smile, “I am not!”

“You are,” Ned replied with a smirk. “Like you’re about to tell us a big lie.”

“I am not!”

“You can’t fool us,” Celina said crossing her arms over her chest and looking at you suspiciously. “We know you too well.”

You looked to each of your friends staring you down to hear your response before you sighed in defeat.

“Okay! Okay,” you started throwing your hands up in a defensive surrender. “There is someone but…”

How could you tell to them when even you don’t have all of the answers to whatever was going on between you and Peter and your unknown past? Plus, since Ned and MJ know him from the coffee shop you didn't want Michelle to grill him like she probably would.

“But?” Celina sang in encouragement for you to continue.

“It’s….complicated.” You stated.

MJ's brows furrowed. "Complicated how?"

"Well," You hesitate to let out a deep breath. "I like him but there's a disconnection. It's like I know him but I don't know him at the same time. And I want to know him but… I dunno, it's like he's afraid of me knowing something."

"Wow," MJ nodded slowly. "That is complicated. And confusing."

"Yeah," you responded. "Remember when I felt like I had that empty space? When I'm with him I feel …complete."

"Awww," Celina cooed with a soft baby animal look in her eye. "That's so cute!"

“Yeah, maybe in some romance book or movie,” you deadpanned. “But I just…I dunno.”

There was a silence that fell over you guys for a long moment before someone spoke again.

“Hey,” Ned smiled softly. “If you’re serious about this guy, I would just communicate with him a little better on how you feel.”

“Yeah and if he turns out to be a dudebro, I can vaporize him,” Celina added.

“Dear fucking god, no,” you replied blinking your eyes in disbelief. “No vaporizing.”

“I was joking,” Celina sang. “I don’t even know how to vaporize people…yet.”

You all giggled softly.

“In all honesty, you can always turn to us when you need help,” MJ smiled at you.

“Thanks, you guys,” you smiled.

“Of course,” MJ replied. “What are friends for?”

Later on, you guys went in separate ways with Celina and Ned leaving together hand-in-hand, and MJ and you walked in the opposite direction. You two were in no rush to part so you walked at a slow pace.

“So,” she started. “Tell me what’s really going on with you and mystery man.”

You look at her. Damn it. “I can’t keep anything from you can I?”

“Of course not,” She said in a tone that said ‘obviously’, “I’m the Michelle John Watson to your Sherstark Holmes. We’re partners, I know you more than you know yourself sometimes.”

You laughed at her statement. “Very true, very true.”

She smiled. “So tell me. What’s going on, girl.”

You let out a sigh and stopped walking, she took a few steps before she noticed that you stopped and followed suit and turned to look at you with a worried look on her face.

“You remember those dreams I told you about?”

“Yeah, faceless boy right?”

You nodded. “It’s him.”

Her eyes widened for a moment and then they squinted in thought, “So they really are memories…”

“Yeah,” you press your lips together. “And I think he knows it.”

“...Is it that guy you asked us about? Peter Parker.”

You looked at her silently. Fuck. Sometimes you forget how perceptive and observant MJ is. And her memory was always on point, especially when it came to attention to detail.

“He knows us doesn’t he?” She added.

You stayed silent.

“And we know him.”

You hesitate a second before nodding.

“But we don’t remember him.”

You nodded again.

“Do you think it’s like some…premonition or something? Maybe Celina can help.”

You shake your head. “Not until I have enough information on it.”

She held her chin in between her fingers and she looked up in thought. “I could get it out of him for you.”

“No, Michelle,” you said sternly. “Please I am begging you don’t interrogate him. I did that already and if you do it he’ll nearly piss himself and probably leave the country. I’m not chasing him around the world.”

“Nah, you would,” She responded. “If it meant you being able to solve your migraine problem, you would.”

You would. You sighed.

“Fine, I won’t grill him. I’ll leave it in your hands.” She raised her hands in surrender. “But you know where to find me if shit gets real.”

You smiled. “I know.”

“Parker, are you still hungover or something?”

Peter looked over at his blonde and blue-eyed friend, Gwen Stacy, who was tapping his shoulder and looking at him with her eyebrow lifted.

Peter was sitting at a table in the food court area with his friends at Empire State University. It was a thing they did in between and after class. Across from him sat Gwen Stacy and next to him sat Harry Osborn. Next to Gwen was her boyfriend, Miles Morales, and next to Miles was Pavitr Prabhakar. Next to Harry sat Cindy Moon.

These were the people Peter surrounded himself with. They were brilliant-minded people who came from different walks of life and Peter had learned so much from them honestly.

Gwen is the daughter of a police captain named George Stacy (who really did not like Spiderman) and she was studying Biochemistry. She had short blonde hair that had pink, purple, and blue dip-dyed tips, bright blue eyes, and light freckles that danced across her cheeks. She had a rocker style and played the drums. Peter knew that you two would get along well because of how similar you guys were. He often imagined what it would be like if you, MJ, and Gwen were best friends with each other. It would be the sarcasm olympics.

He let out a sigh. “No, I’m fine now. Just exhausted.”

And he was. Exhausted anyways. He partied hard Saturday night at Harry’s frat house. He probably went a little too hard. Both Harry and Gwen were concerned with how much he drank and how many edibles he ate that night. He didn’t exactly mean to get so wasted, but he couldn’t get his nerves to calm down.

He couldn’t stop his senses from craving you.

“Then why do you look so sad?” Harry asked from beside him.

Harry Osborn, is the son of Norman Osborn who is the founder, owner, and CEO of Oscorp, a robotics and chemical manufacturing company. He was going to school for business administration. Although Harry was a rich kid he was humble and didn’t really flaunt his financial privilege. His style looked expensive though and probably was. He had dark blonde hair and blue eyes and was a really handsome guy. He was a really nice guy but Peter kept a close eye on his father since in another universe his dad was the green goblin. Harry was also a friend of yours from middle school, so when Peter became friends with him he knew a bit about him already.

“I’m not sad,” Peter defended with not much conviction in his tone.

“Well, he did say you looked sad,” Miles added. “You don’t have to be sad to look sad. But I know you’re lying because your dumbass got what they call ‘white girl wasted’ the other night.”

Miles Morales is the son of Jefferson Davis, another police captain (who also isn’t fond of Spiderman) and former crime-fighting partner to George Stacy. He is married to Rio Morales, who has patched up Spiderman on numerous occasions when things were serious enough that he had to be rushed to the hospital immediately. If she knew his real identity, she never said anything, which he appreciated. Together they had Miles, who is just as much of a genius as you are. He went to MIT for Engineering but graduated with his degree within two years and is now going to ESU for an art degree. He was brilliant at Graffiti art and often did mural commissions for different buildings as a side gig. He had black hair with a fade undercut that had a thunderbolt-like design on the sides and back of his head and big brown eyes. Peter met him through Gwen.

“I did not get ‘white girl wasted’.” Peter defended again. “I got wasted but definitely not ‘white-girl wasted’.”

“Dude, seriously?” Pavitr added. “You were crying so hard at one point that you threw up all over the yard. I don’t think the grass needed your emotions all over them.”

Pavitr Prabhakar is from India and he came to New York when he was fourteen on a scholarship to Horizon High, a school for brilliant and genius minds. He had big brown eyes and the most luscious hair Peter had ever seen. He was almost jealous of it. Nobody believed him when he said that he only uses coconut oil in his hair. Pav also went to MIT and graduated early and was now going to ESU for an art degree. He is notably really good at doing yo-yo tricks and poi flow arts and often will show off his tricks at parties. He was also really good at doing stunts and he and Peter would often go to the gym and practice parkour moves there.

“So, I had a little too much to drink,” Peter admitted. “And too much of everything else but I promise you I’m fine.”

Gwen hummed not believing a word he said.

“Then, tell us,” Cindy started. “Who’s the girl you were all upset about?”

Peter looked at her shocked.

“You said her name at the party,” she added. “And she’s definitely not one of us.”

Cindy Moon is someone Peter knew from Midtown Tech. She was briefly friends with Celina when they were in the same Hallyu club together. Cindy had long black hair with wispy bangs and almond-shaped brown eyes. She was Gwen’s best friend. Peter didn’t know much about her family, mostly because she never liked to talk about it, but they bonded over their time at Midtown Tech and how they should have become friends sooner. Not that it would have mattered. She was going to school for a communications major.

Peter looked at each of his friends one by one and they looked back at him suspiciously and expectantly. He then sighed and his shoulders dropped. He couldn’t believe he was actually going to even try to explain to them anything about this situation. It was already crazy enough for him to understand but then to try and explain it in the simplest way possible without sounding like he’s gone absolutely sideways, but he’d try. He was clever and smart so he could figure out a way.

“Alright, fine I’ll tell you,” Peter started. “But don’t make it weird.”

Each of them threw out ‘okays’ and ‘promise’ before they all turned their undivided attention to Peter.

“So…there’s this girl.”

“I knew it!” Gwen exclaimed. “Pay up, Osborn.”

Peter looked from one blonde to another with his face twisted in an expression of confusion and disbelief. Harry cursed under his breath and sighed as pulled out his wallet. Seriously?

“You guys bet on this?” Peter asked his tone one of disbelief.

“Yep,” Gwen smirked. “In levels. Depending on how this goes I might walk out of here with 20 bucks or one hundred.”

Peter blinked but smirked softly at the two of them curiosity filling his mind. “Okay, you weirdos, can I continue without your outbursts?”

“Sorry,” Gwen said, genuinely apologetic. “Go on.”

“Alright, so there’s this girl, and…she forgot who I am.” He explained sheepishly.

“Oh?” Pav asked lifting an eyebrow.

“How?” Harry asked with furrowed brows. “Like…literally forgot who you are? Or like ‘left you in the dust for some other person’ kind of forgot?”

“Literally,” Peter nodded. “Kind of like Amnesia.”

“Jinjja?” Cindy exclaimed in her mother tongue of Korean. (translation: “Really?”)

“We were…dating and then she forgot about me and….now she’s back in my life because she knows that she knows me but she doesn’t remember me. And it’s been causing her to have these really bad migraines and honestly…I don’t know how to help her yet because whenever I’m close to her, her migraines get worse. She has a doctor that she works with but I dunno if she’s been actually going to them. And I can’t tell her ‘Hey, I’m your boyfriend from five years ago’ or some shit like that. That sounds so…so creepy and… manipulative.”

“No, it doesn’t,” Gwen replied. “Unless she was like super rich or something.”

Peter looked at Gwen and pressed his lips together with a look that told her that her statement was in fact true. Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open.

“So she’s a trust fund baby like Harrison over here!”

“It’s Harold,” Harry corrected. “And don’t call me that either.”

Peter took a deep breath. “I just don’t want to make this any more difficult for her than it already is and I don’t want her thinking that I’m only after her fortune. I couldn’t care less about how much money she has.” He leaned back in his seat and crossed his arms over his chest.

“Are you talking about (Y/N)?” Harry asked.

Peter looked his way with a careful look. “Uhm…” He scratched the back of his head nervously. “Y-Yeah…it’s (Y/N).”

“Stark?!” Gwen exclaimed. “You were dating (Y/N) Stark.” It came out more like a statement rather than a question. “You almost had me there, Peter Parker.”

“You don’t believe me?” Peter asked raising an eyebrow.

“ I would believe you more if you told us that you’re Spiderman,” Miles added with a look of disbelief.

Peter nearly snorted. Man, if you knew.

“I believe you,” Cindy interjected and everyone looked at her confused. “We went to Midtown Tech with her. I didn’t know her personally, but we talked a few times. She’s really cool. It makes sense for them to be together. You seem like her type. She always talked about her study dates with a cute, nerdy guy with Michelle Jones-Watson.”

Peter smiled a little to himself and blushed lightly.

“Okay, so if this is true,” Gwen started again. “I understand your sentiment. But I still think you should tell her.”

Peter threw his head back and sighed. “But what if it makes things difficult? What if it makes her migraines worse? Or…what if she doesn’t feel the same way about me anymore…?”

He had a hard time admitting that part out loud. Even though you both felt the pull and you clearly still felt something for him…or the idea of him anyway, five years is a long time and you both have grown to be different people than when you were seventeen, naive and in love.

But Peter was still in love with you, and he was afraid that it was just because of the idea of you too.

“Well then don’t tell her,” Harry stated matter-of-factly. “Just slowly get to know each other again, and whatever comes up in her memory of you, just let it happen.” He gave him a lopsided grin and a friendly, nonchalant shrug. “Go with the flow, Parker.”

Peter thought about it for a moment. Go with the flow. As simple as it was, that was probably the best advice he could have gotten.

“Yeah,” Cindy agreed. “Think of it as a way to start over and get to know each other in a new light.”

“Wait,” Miles said with a look of realization. “Did you say five years ago?”

“...Yep,” Peter replied, his voice higher than expected due to him having the fear to even confirm it.

“What caused her to forget you?” Pav asked clicking a pen softly in his hand.

“...Concussion,” Peter said. “Head injury during a battle of Spiderman’s.”

“Oh, that battle on the bridge, right?” Gwen asked. “With the Iron Spider Duo, right?”

"Yeah," Peter nodded remembering how you both had almost gotten your asses handed to you during that battle. "That one."

“Damn…” Miles said softly. “That’s a long ass time, and that’s brutal. I hope she gets better soon. Concussions are no joke, man.”

Peter wished he could tell them the full extent of the story.

"Yeah, especially with her migraines, you know? When I'm around her they get worse. It's like she's trying to force me into her memory. And even though I am the missing piece, it's like trying to put two magnets together."

Everyone went silent and everyone had a thoughtful look on their faces as the cogs in their neurons began turning. Peter realized he said something that resonated with their brain cells. He looked at each of his friends repeatedly.

“What?” Peter asked confused.

“That's the problem,” Harry replied. “Putting two magnets together.”

“Yeah? What are you getting at?” Peter asked.

“You have to put yourself into new memories.” Harry continued. “You're already in the old memories right? You're the magnet, her memories are the metal that the magnet attaches to,” He explained. “Since the you five years ago are already attached to those memories. What you need to do is attach yourself to new memories that can possibly replace the old memories."

"So like remaking those memories?"

"Exactly!" Harry smiled. “And it wouldn’t be manipulative, if anything it might help her remember both memories and she can appreciate both of them respectively.”

“I don’t think that’s how it works, Harry,” Cindy responded with an unsure tone in her voice.

“I mean, it’s worth a shot, no?” Harry glanced at her and shrugged before looking back to Peter. “If that doesn’t work then at least you can say that you tried right? And who knows, you might find out that you guys turn out to be great friends still.”

“Y’know for a frat bro, you’re kinda cool, Harry,” Gwen teased.

“Shut up,” He laughed as he squinted his eyes at her.

Peter chuckled softly before sitting up straight in his chair, “Thanks, you guys,” he smiled at his friends endearingly. “I feel better.”

“Anytime!” Pav smiled.

“But we better get updates on everything,” Gwen said with a serious look on her face but a not-so-serious tone in her voice.

Peter chuckled, “Only if she’s okay with it.”

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haleyhunwritess · 2 years

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Every little thing about you

𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 (Part 6 of Broken Promises)

A/N: Okay if you can't already tell, this hasn't been properly edited so I apologize in advance but I just really wanted to post this today so here is the new part for Broken Promises

Warnings: Dark!Stucky, Dark DD/LG themes

“When is Natty coming over, dada? You said she’d be here by now!” She jumped on her bed excitedly, waiting for Bucky to pick out an outfit for her.

“Have patience my little love, she’ll be here soon.” He replied. while looking through her closet.

“I want her to meet Alpine! And then maybe she can convince daddy to get me my own pet…” She jumped out of bed to help him choose an outfit, but then quickly sat back down when he looked at her with a stern expression on his face.

“Patience, love. Don’t worry about that, I’m sure I can help you convince daddy, don’t need Nat’s help with that.”

“Really?”

“Yes but you have to be behave and be a good girl, okay?” He smiled at her as he laid out her outfit on the bed.

“Yes, dada, I will! I promise!”

“That’s my good girl.”

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“Auntie Nat, can I ask you a question?”

“Sure thing, dove, what is it?”

“Do you know who gave daddy that pretty necklace? D-does he have another little girl…maybe someone who’s more of a good girl…” She mumbled while looking out the window, feeling embarrassed for some reason.

“Dove, I don’t know what necklace you’re referring to but I know you’re the only girl on his mind, okay? Maybe the necklace was supposed to be a surprise for you?”

“Nuh uh, it has the letter P on it…”

“Maybe it stands for Princess?” Nat frowned, trying to remember what necklace she was talking about. If this was the necklace Peter gave her, the guys wouldn't just leave it lying around for her to find, right?

“I don’t know…you don’t think he’ll get rid of me? Right?”

“Oh, my sweet girl, of course not! He’d never even dream of that, alright? Now, no more tears, okay? We’re supposed to have a fun girl’s day, come on, what do you want to do next? How about we get your pretty hair done? And then we can get some lunch? Does that sound like a good plan?”

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“Fuck, she still remembers the necklace?” Steve groaned as he sat down in his chair, holding the necklace in his hand.

“Did you seriously think she was just gonna forget about it or something?” Nat rolled her eyes, taking the necklace from him and looking at the P inital that was engraved on the back.

“No but…I don’t know. What should I do?”

“Well she doesn’t know it’s hers, in fact she was worried you got it for someone else. You could probably just give it to her as a present so she doesn’t think anything of it.”

“Are you insane? If we give her the necklace then she’ll eventually figure out where we got that necklace from and that we took it from her. Let’s just let her forget about it.”

“Yeah that clearly didn’t work out too well for you, she still remembers it and she’s got a lot of questions clearly. Why don’t you ask Wanda to erase that memory from her mind?”

“I would but I have no idea where she is,” Steve groaned… “He’s gonna kill me. I should’ve locked that fucking door, or actually I should’ve thrown that necklace away.”

“You can’t do that…you know how much it means to her.”

“She doesn’t even remember it. She doesn’t even remember him. If she somehow starts to remember her past she’ll remember what we did to her, and what we did to him. God I can still remember the look on her face when we told her the truth.”

flashback

“Please just let me go…” She whimpered, trying to move back on the couch to get away from them.

“Darling, I don’t know how many times we’ve told you that you belong here. This is where you belong now.” Bucky frowned and moved closer to her.

“But w-what about—”

“What about your parents? Do you really wanna go back to them? Do you not remember how they treated you? How often did you waste your tears over them?”

“Please just let me…please let me go back. I won’t tell anyone, please.” She started to cry, once again. It felt like she'd been crying nonstop ever since they got her.

“Sweetheart, this is for your own good, you need to stay with us. We love you, we care for you, what more do you want? No one has ever loved for you the way we do.”

“Peter did…”

“Don’t you dare say his name ever again.”

“Peter loved me. If he was here, he wouldn’t have let you take me.”

“And that’s exactly why we got rid of him.”

“Y-you what?”

“Nothing. Go back to your room.”

“You’re the ones who…it was you? You did that to him?”

“We did what was best for you.”

end of flashback

“It’s okay, Steve. Don’t worry about her. I’m sure we can come up with something.”

“I really hope so.”

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“Good morning, sweetheart. Oh, you look so beautiful in the morning.” Bucky smiled at her, gently stroking her back as she sat up and stretched her arms. “Oh big stretch, my pretty baby,”

“Come on, let’s go have some breakfast, hopefully your Daddy will be back from his run soon.” He got off the bed before picking her up and carrying her downstairs.

“Dada, how come Auntie Wanda doesn’t visit anymore?” She put her arms around his neck before putting her head down on his shoulder.

“Um she’s just busy with work, darling. Why do you ask?” He frowned, trying to think of an excuse.

“No reason, just miss her. Sometimes I feel like I can hear her, like yesterday at the park. Just makes me miss her.”

“Well we’ll have to ask her to make some time to come see you, huh?”

“Yes please, daddy! I wanna show her the necklace Daddy gave me last night!” She grinned as she showed off her new necklace to Bucky.

“He gave you a what?” His eyes widened as he looked at the necklace around her neck.

“A necklace, dada! Look! Daddy said you helped him pick out the pretty necklace!”

“Ah yes…that necklace.” He tried to hide the surprised look on his face.

“Daddy wouldn’t say what the P means but Natty said it stands for Princess, is that true, Dada?”

“Yes, princess, of course it does. My smart girl. How about you give me the necklace for now? I’ll hold onto it and make sure to keep it somewhere safe. How does that sound?”

“Ummm…Dada I’ll keep it safe I pinky promise!”

“Okay, doll, but how about you give it to me for now so it doesn’t get dirty while you have breakfast, you know you spill on your clothes sometimes, imagine if you got something on the necklace, huh?” He smiled, placing her down on the kitchen counter and gently stroking her back.

“Okay, Dada…here.”

“Thank you, sweetheart. I promise I’ll keep this safe, okay? Now come on let’s go down to the kitchen and we can have some waffles.”

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“How could you do such a stupid fucking thing.” Bucky yelled as he threw the necklace on Steve's desk.

“I wasn’t thinking…” Steve rolled his eyes and put the necklace in his pocket.

“Yeah no shit you weren’t thinking! You actually gave her the fucking necklace, what the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Will you keep your voice down? Nat said it was a good idea, she said she’ll stop asking questions…” Steve quickly got up to shut the door, hoping his little girl couldn't hear them arguing.

“Right, and what happens when the necklace starts to remind her of what happened?”

Steve placed his hand on Bucky's shoulder, rubbing it gently to calm him down, “That’s what I said to Nat, but she insisted there’s very little chance of that happening....She’s right, you know? If we give her the necklace now then she’ll stop asking questions and digging deeper.”

“Really? Is that why she asked me what the initial P stands for? She told me you wouldn’t tell her what it stands for. Did you think that would get her to stop asking questions?” Bucky moved Steve's hand away, raising his voice again.

“I was really tired, and I couldn’t think of anything so I just told her I’ll tell her later. Will you drop it now? She won’t find out.”

“You’re seriously dumber than you look if you believe that. You should've just gotten rid of it."

"I can't do that...you know how much that necklace meant to her--"

"It doesn't mean a thing to her. Not anymore."

"Will you just fucking listen to me? If she ever finds out, you think she'll ever be able to forgive us for throwing it out? It was the last thing he gave her, and as much as it hurts to say this, she loved him."

"Exactly. She loved him. Loved. Past tense. She doesn't even remember him, she doesn't love him anymore."

"You're not listening to me. I hate this as much as you do, but you know I'm right. If she ever snaps out of Wanda's control, you know how hurt she will be when she remembers what happened. She won't listen to us, she'll think we're cruel, and it'll be the same cycle all over again. At least by keeping some things from her past, she might be able to accept us and maybe forgive us...I don't know I'm rambling, Nat explained it much better." He sighed, sitting down at his desk. "My point is, we need these things from her past just in case...Don't let your jealousy get the best of you."

"Okay, everything you just said is total bullshit. First of all, I'm not jealous of anyone, in fact you were the one who wanted him gone in the first place. Secondly, do you really think that keeping things from her past will help her accept and forgive us? Nat is wrong about this because if we don't completely get rid of her past she won't be able to accept her new life. I thought that was the whole reason you got rid of him."

flashback

"Hey, Peter, miss me already?" She smiled, waiting for a flirty comeback, but instead she heard an unfamiliar voice asking for her name and telling her to come down to the emergency department at the General Hospital as soon as possible. Apparently, he'd been shot while him and his aunt were walking home from the store. They didn't give her any more details, but just told her that he refused to go to surgery without seeing her first.

"Hi, I'm looking for Peter, he was shot- oh his last name is P. I was told he was admitted here-"

"Ma'am, it's alright, you need to calm down. I'll search him up right now."

"Please hurry- May! Where is he?" She burst into tears the second she saw May walking towards her. She jumped into her arms, hugging her tightly, thankful that nothing had happened to her.

"I'm so sorry, it's not looking good...he wants to see you before they take him for surgery." May held her hand and walked her to his room, letting her go in on her own to give them some privacy.

She walked in and her heart clenched at the sight of blood all over his clothes, and she stood there quietly watching the nurses try their best to stop the bleeding and prep him for surgery.

"You made it." His voice cracked but he smiled through the pain, trying to sit up for her. She quickly walked over to him to stop him, gently rubbing his head.

"W-what happened to you? Who did this?"

"I don't know, darling." He smiled sadly, before reaching over to grab something from the table next to him. "(Y/N), gimme your hand, I need to give you something before they take me." He handed her a little jewelry box and a letter.

"What is this?"

"Read the letter first, and then look inside the box." He tried to sit up again to kiss her forehead, but before he could even get up he started coughing out blood.

"Peter! H-help him please, w-what happened?" She quickly got up to make room for the doctors to help him. Despite her protests, one of the nurses eventually kicked her out of the room. She sat down next to May, who was sitting outside Peter's room, quietly crying and hoping her beloved nephew would be alright. She noticed the letter and the box in her hands and shook her head while laughing.

"That stubborn little idiot. He told me he didn't know if he'd make it so he had to see you before the surgery, and I guess this is why." She nodded at the letter and the box in her hand, before getting up. "I'm gonna go get some coffee, you wanna come with me, hon?" May looked at [Y/N], who just shook her head and instead began to read his letter.

[Y/N]

Okay, you know better than anyone how bad I am with words. But you also know that I would never have the courage to say this to you out loud. As much as I would love to see that beautiful smile on your face while you're reading this, I don't think I'll able to handle it because you make me nervous, I mean I'm literally rambling in my letter right now just thinking about you.

All you need to know is that I love you. I love every little thing about you. I love you even when you don't love yourself. I adore every single thing about you. Every flaw, every weakness, every detail of your skin, every little thing that makes you who you are, I love it. I love all of it, and I love all of you.

Do you remember that one time we were passing by that jewelry store you love, and you told me that the necklace on display in the window was just like the one your sister owned? I wasn't able to get it for you then but after saving up for a year (yes a whole year), I finally got it. I remember you told me how safe you felt around your sister when your parents were tormenting you. I know how much it hurts now that she's not around but I was hoping this necklace might bring you a little peace and remind you that she's always watching over you, especially on your hardest days. I did add a little something on the back that will hopefully remind you of me. That way I can be there for you on your hardest days as well.

Love,

Peter

She couldn't hold in her cries any longer, she couldn't believe he remembered the necklace. She didn't even remember it.

Suddenly, she felt a hand on her shoulder and she looked up to see May crying silently, while shaking her head. "he didn't...he di- he's gone..."

She never even got to tell him she loves him too.

#brokenpromisesseries #bucky x reader #daddy!bucky #dark!steve rogers #daddy!steve #soft!dark bucky barnes #soft!dark bucky x reader #soft!dark steve rogers #soft!dark!stucky x little!reader #soft!dark fic #stucky x little!reader #stucky fic

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jamiedc-they-them · 10 months

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Family, no matter where what

Summary: Gwen has a sibling with the same powers. With a strong bond, you both find out about the multiverse, and it may just be the thing that breaks you.

Spoilers for both films!

Gwen's father finds you just near the end of his shift, someone had called in hearing some bangs coming from an alleyway.

All he finds instead, is a kid. Alone, scared, maybe amnesia. A single band on their wrist.

"Hey, kid. Hey, hey," he says, hands raised as you back away from him. He sees how you then look around, as if sensing something else. He just takes it as you being scared and adjusting as best you can to this new situation.

"It's ok, it's ok," he assures you. You approach him a bit, seemingly trusting him a but more now that he respected your space, "do you have anywhere to go?" You shake your head, "any parents?" Again, a head shake, "a name?" You think, then, seemingly frustrated with yourself, you shake your head 'no' for a third time.

He can't just leave you here, and god knows he knows how cruel orphanage places CAN be sometimes, so he takes you home.

Gwen comes to greet him, but she seems to know something is wrong on instinct, "who's this, dad?" She asks, looking at you with soft eyes, and not mistrust.

"Gwen…" he says, stepping aside to let her see you, "this, uh, well they don't really have a name," he says, scratching his neck.

"Oh," she says, scratching her neck as well, looking at you with sympathy. You smile a bit, before your eyes go back to the floor again.

"Would you be able to, I don't know, help them set up a bit, please?"

"Of course," she says, instantly going back to being more preppy, "come on, kid!" She holds out a hand for you, and waits until you're ready. You then take it, and she takes you to her room. You take it all in.

You point to her trans flag and look to her, head tilting a bit, "oh, that. Yeah, still people out there who think people who are different is wrong. I don't think so. I think being different makes you cool; unique." Her outlook on things makes you smile. You're technically different. You nod. She nods too with a smile, glad to have helped you feel at ease.

A siren goes off, you both look to the window. She looks back to you, and sees waves above your head. They just stand out to her.

"Oh, my god…" She says softly. You jolt at the police radio, and in an instinct your hand is held put.

Web comes out.

"You're like me," She says, finishing her now confirmed thoughts.

You look at her in fear, as if you've done something wrong.

"No, no, no," she says quickly, waving her hands in front of her, "It's ok. It's ok, I promise!" She assures you.

She puts her finger to her lips, and gestures for you to follow her. You do, and she unlocks her drum. In it, is an outfit.

She then holds her hand out in a position similarly to yours, and Web comes out.

You look to her with wide eyes. She chuckles, but it has a hint of relief to it, "you'll be ok, kid, " she assures, "I'll help you."

She does. She's patient with you. Kind. Loyal. At school and with this whole thing. She tells you about the gifts you have. Helps you control them, but makes you promise not to tell Captain Stacey. You swear.

He, meanwhile, sees how you both are with each other. You bring out a warmer side to her; she brings out your more curious and open side.

On the year anniversary of you being found, they adopt you.

Gwen had always been jealous of people having siblings, and now that wish has been granted.

You make a good team - she helps you with a suit. You can read each other like a book.

She tries to help you with your band, as it seems to adapt to the growth of body mass and age, but neither of you find anything other than it just seemingly a normal band.

Then you meet Miles and a group of other Spiderlike people. Peter assures you that while having two Spiderpeople in one universe is rare, he is sure that there must be others where that is true.

It's fun, and nice, to have other people to trust as well. People who understand.

It helps you both forget about your best friend dying. Miles becomes that to you both. You haven't healed, but you're trying to now.

But then it's over, and you're both together, but also alone, again.

Stoll though, you have each other, that's something.

But then your father finds out, and you both unmask in front of him. And, as much as he doesn't want to, he attempts to arrest you both. Gwen begs for him not to do it, but puts herself in front of you just in case it goes sideways.

The other two spider people you met when subduing Vulture appear, saving you. They both give you a chance. A second chance to be understood, to be with people like you.

You both look at each other, and nod. You take the trip to the hub of other spider people.

Miguel is distant to you moreso than Gwen, but you just put that up to how you've always been. You have always been one who could easily slip into the shadows; that, and you didn't talk much. But, still, you don't let it get to you, as you're among an almost Spider-family.

Gwen had never seen you be so happy, making new friends. She's happy for you. And you both adapt to this way of living while on missions.

Gwen offers to ask Miguel about your band, and does so when you're away on a mission. When you return, she hugs you, glad you're safe, but gives you the bad news of there being nothing new to learn. Just a regular old band.

You are saddened, but accept the news. Your hand goes over the band, and a sort of light seems to come from it; but when you remove your hand, it's like it never happened. You just put it up to lighting or something from this place.

You both go and visit Miles, and you love being with your best friend again. Don't get yourself wrong, the Spidercrew are great, but the three of you made a good trio. You were helping each other grow and heal.

That, and you made him feel less alone with the secret of being Spiderman.

The two of you are told to leave him, to never return, because of the damage the Anomaly has done. It hurts you, but your sense goes off for some reason. You look to Gwen, herself isn't going off, just yours.

"Y/N," she says to you, "I'll meet you there, ok?" You find it odd of her asking you to go first, but she just gives you one of her 'trust me' smiles. You give her a small one back, give seemingly one more goodbye to your best friend, before going through the portal.

Miles, however, hears the rest of the conversation. It's one of the reasons why he goes through.

During the chase, when Gwen falls due to being distracted, Miles tells you to stay on The Spot's trail. Despite the annoyance at not being able to help Gwen, you trust Miles, and so listen to him.

Your friend Hobie, respects your lack of talking. Tells you it's good as it's what makes you with everything going on, but also that actions always speak louder than words.

Gwen had told you about cannon events, how there was order to things. Things had to go a certain way, and your job was to keep it all in order. But you do respect Miles trying to save Pavitr the pain of loss.

Miles succeeds, but you then see the damage it causes.

Hobie says your name, seemingly spotting (ha) something you don't. But you hear Gwen reprimand him, saying that's a subject for 'later'.

You pretend you don't hear it; pretend their words got lost over the noise of everything.

The rest of the Spidercrew, and this is the first proper time Miguel spoke to you; other than telling you about a mission or during a debrief, or ordering you to get patched up. You've never seen him this angry.

He looks at you with so much anger, "and you," he seethe, even pushing you a bit, "why didn't you stop him?"

"Miguel, enough," Gwen argues. Her defensive side coming out to play.

He just dismisses her, face inches from yours. But, you do hold his gaze, "you gonna give me an answer?"

"Miguel, mate," Hobie tries.

"Enough out of you," he snaps, eyes still on you.

"My job. Saving people," you say, knocking your head against his. Hobie whistles in respect.

Peter tries to intervene again, but is met by silence.

Finally, Miguel pulls back. Gwen approaches you, putting a hand on your shoulder. She squeezes it.

Miguel then shows the massive webs of the Spiderverse (you agree with Miles' name for it. Goes with the theme you all play by after all).

You had never actually seen it before, and look around it in awe. You see Gwen and yours timelines.

Scratch that, you realise. Gwen's. You're not there.

You look at her, she looks away.

"Where's mine? Where am I in this?" You ask her in a quiet voice.

She doesn't answer.

"Here," Miguel says, voice cold, but not as angry this time. There's almost, ALMOST, a sense of sadness to it? You aren't sure.

He puts a hand on your back, turning you to a strand high above. He holds out his hand, and it comes down.

"Go ahead, kid," he says, not unkindly, "take a look."

You hold out your hand that has the bracelet on it. Those lights come back again, but you see them this time. The image of the innocent bracelet flickers away for a moment, and there, on your arm, is the bracelet that Gwen wears. Or, a version of it, at least.

Your eyes are wide, heart thumping on your chest. You always wondered why you didn't need one, people had plenty of theories to put you at ease, even your friends.

You then look to the circle, an unknown Spiderperson is there, holding someone.

You.

"Who - who are they?"

"A rogue. Went back and changed events." Miguel says, simply, before turning back to Miles and his protests about this fate thing.

He's locked down, you aren't. You look to Gwen, who looks down. You look to Hobie, he looks at eyes with a mix of things (guilt, relief, anger, sadness) but then subtly moves his head to the exit. He then nods to Miles. You know what he's saying.

So, as soon as Miles realises what he's done, break out, you both do what Hobie suggested. You run.

You both seem to know which way to go to split up the seemingly endless Spiderpeople chasing you. Despite Gwen going for Miles, she sees you leading your own pack too. She's scared for both of you, but the mission. Part of her says fuck the mission; but another part says to see it through, it will all work out in the long run.

It won't. She knows that. She knows it'll only hurt you both.

You and Miles are both saved by Peter, who tries to get you both to understand. You thought you'd found another father figure, one who understands all this. He's genuine with his words, but you dont know who to trust anymore.

"Y/N…" Miles stops himself, unsure of what to actually say to you.

"Your dad," is all you say to him, "we can save him. We just need to get you to the machine."

Miles nods, glad you're on his side, but he clocks how you don't say 'we'.

"What about you?"

"I will distract them."

"That's suicide!"/"Kid, no!" Are the protests from the pair.

No time to argue, the other spiders are here. Peter swears he didn't bring you both here to trap you. Part of you believes him.

"Too late," you say to your friend, before you both plummet through the inner workings of this place.

You both make it to the train, making sure Miles is ahead of you. A Web then catches your foot, and Miguel leaps, slamming you into the train, spit flying from his mouth as he tells you, "I'll deal with you, later!" As he then goes after Miles.

"Y/N!" Gwen shouts. You find some strength in you, continuing to crawl towards Miguel and Miles, "Y/N, stop! Please!" You can hear your sister friend Spiderperson call out to you.

You ignore her, and instead keep going towards the one person you can trust. He gets himself out of his rut, but as he swings away, he first a Web to you. You grab on, and follow him.

You get to the machine. You place some, what toMiles looks like, mines.

"What are those?" He asks, getting the number he needs to go back home.

You hit a button, and it fires out a bunch of webs, creating a shield.

Miles leaps into the machine. It starts up. You hear tearing at the Web, it's Miguel. You put more and more down. He keeps tearing through them.

"Anomalies working together! Of course!" He shouts, tearing through and more of your barriers.

Miles disappears. Then you set yourself up, and leap into it. You feel a hand grab your leg and a yell of 'no!' Before you hit the floor.

"I'm sorry, kid," Miguel says, before holding up his hand. You close your eyes, but if never comes. Opening your eyes, you see his hand being held back. Then another Web on his other hand. It gives you what you need, and you get into the machine.

Looking back at them, you see it's Gwen who did it. She gives a nod. You don't give one back.

Time to get some answers from your home.

Gwen knows you'll write your own story with the answers you find. But, she's been writing hers all along, she realises. You dropped into her universe, and gave her a friend. Gave her a sibling. Gave her someone who understands. Someone who fought by her side. Someone to always have her back.

She didn't always have yours, but she'll do so, starting from now. From this. By letting you go, and trusting you'll be ok.

Sure, she's thrown back to her world. But, it allows her and her dad to talk. It gives her the resolve she needs. She'll save Miles with your Spiderfamily, then she'll find you.

She promises. Swears on her life.

This is one she's not breaking.

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secretaccountlol · 1 year

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Exes to lovers with smut

Toxic peter a little bit crashing a date maybe?

Sigh… I got carried away with toxic Peter, sighhh!

So smutty ex to lovers angst you shall get!

18+! No minors!

I’m like the emo fairy godmother :3 enjoy!

Cw: unprotected sexy time, toxic Peter and toxic reader, yelling.

“I have a date with Flash tonight” you chewed your salad as you spoke with your friends.

“You have a date with Flash Thompson?!” You jump slightly, hearing your ex's voice behind you.

“Yes. Do you know him, Peter?” You grit your teeth twisting slightly to see the grimace on his face, not gonna lie it made you feel great.

“Yeah, we went to high school together. He was my bully actually.” Peter stated point blank, you just smiled.

“Awe, well you guess we’re just kids. I’m sure he’s changed.” And with that, you turned back around to face your friends.

You should have taken everyone’s advice to heart when they said ‘don’t date your coworker’ because now Peter basically makes your life hell at the daily bugle. Okay, that was an exaggeration but he definitely made you uncomfortable when you could feel him staring daggers into your soul.

Well, now that you think about you, you technically did take it to heart. You and Peter only started dating once he turned up at your doorstep soaking wet with rain and blood, in his Spider-Man suit. You spent that night keeping him from dying, somehow that made both of you fall for each other. But What was most shocking for you (still is to this day) was finding out the only reason why you're not Jameson's top photographer is because of Peter’s selfies.

Your work friends' giggles knocked you out of your thoughts as you frowned at them with dismay you just simply rolled your eyes, checking your watch.

Perfume, check. Purse, check. Phone, check.

You looked in the mirror, cute outfit, check!

You squealed as you read the message Flash sent you, even if the date didn’t turn out at least you’ll get laid.

Flash: I’m outside, ready when you are

Me: alright I’m on my way down.

You let out a puff of air before closing and locking the door.

“Hi, Flash!” You open his door sliding into the seat, flashing an award-winning smile.

“Oh well hello, beautiful.” You giggle as Flash kisses your hand before pulling away from your apartment.

“Hey by any chance, do you know a Peter Parker?” You reapplied your lipstick in the car mirror as you spoke.

“Oh god! ‘‘Puny Parker?’ “ Flash snickered, you glare but you're sure he can’t see it. “Well that’s not very nice, is it?” You pouted.

“Dude, yeah we go way back! Ha, we like wrestling a lot y’know! All in good fun.” Flash grinned.

Yeah.. all in good fun sure, maybe you won’t get laid today.

“Hey, we’re here.” Flash hummed as you looked at the restaurant.

“I’m gonna park, can you go ahead and grab our table? It’s under my name.” Flash states as you hop out of the car.

“Got it you can count on me” you gave him a thumbs up as you walked into the restaurant.

“Reservation for Flash Thompson.”

You hum yourself as you wait for your table to be cleaned, “Outside okay?” Your server asks and you nod as she leads you to the front of the restaurant.

“Thanks for getting the table, now where are we?” Flash sat down in front of you, grabbing his menu.

“Oh we were-“

You felt a gust of wind as a blur of red and blue flashed in front of you, there was no fucking way.

“Whoa?! Is- tha?” You hear a random lady exclaim as you try to close your eyes as tight as you can, he didn’t did he?

“Dude-“ you felt Flash reach to shake your arm. “Spider-Man freakin’ here at the restaurant!” Your eyes open to see Flash's face flush with astonishment.

You turn to see Spider-Man look straight at you, you quickly turn back around, “Babe! Spider-Man comin’ towards us.” You cringe trying to slide deeper into your chair.

“Ma’am?” You hear Peter speak in that bogus voice he puts on for Spider-Man.

“Babe! Babe! He’s talkin’ to you-! Spider-Man is talking to you!” You watched as Flash bounced up in the chair like a child.

“Yeah, I know, Flash.” You groaned, turning to face the oh-so-loveable-Spider-Man. “What do you want, spidey?” You smiled with venom.

“Well, ma’am. I need your assistance with something that cannot be discussed here.” Peter's voice bites back just as hard.

“Well, no can do spidey! I’m on a date, see?” You motioned to Flash’s dumbfounded face.

“No! This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!!” You are seething as Flash turned to Spider-Man.

“Go ahead and take her Spider-Man! I don’t mind.” Flash boasted as you tried not to scream in anger.

“Thank you, kind citizen, I will not forget your sacrifice.” Spider-Man heroically replied as you rolled your eyes into hell.

Peter’s hands suddenly wrapped around your waist shooting a web leaving you screaming as you both flew in the air.

Peter leaned against the outside wall of your apartment as you unlocked the door. You let Nostalgia flow over you as you open your window next to your fire escape for Peter to crawl inside your room, he closes it behind himself.

“I can’t fucking believe you, Peter!” You screamed as he pulled his stupid-ass spider mask off his face.

“You are such a prick! What you just did was-was an abuse of power you know! You are so fucked up for that?! That was my first date in months, Peter!” You jammed your finger into his chest.

“You are such a-a toxic motherfucker you know that, Peter?!” You push him as that aggravating smirk showed on his perfect face.

“Are you done yet?” Peter chuckled, you pushed again.

“No! I’ll be done when I want to be done! You know what Peter Parker? I ha-“

Peter's lips pushed against yours in a searing kiss, his hands on your waist in a crushing grip.

His teeth graze your lip, asking for permission before slipping his tongue into your mouth. You pull away, trying to catch your breath.

“P-Pete- are you crazy?” You could feel yourself getting warm, you walked back attempting to put some distance between you two but failing, Peter was two steps closer with every step you took back.

“You can’t - just kiss me an-and expect me to just fall back into your arms again.” Your legs hit the back of your bed as Parker towered over you.

“Ya, I know that but I can try, can’t I?” Peter’s voice was low, it made you shiver with delight.

“You look pretty today, I mean you always look effortlessly pretty.” His thumb swiped over your lip, you bit him softly making him chuckle.

“I didn’t… intend on crashing your date btw, I just happened to be in the area. And I mean? My childhood bully? That’s a new low.” Peter’s hands rubbed your sides as he spoke.

You bit your lip, “Well, I didn’t know until today.” You let your hands run against the raised fabric of his suit.

“Yet you still went through with it?” Peter did a feigned pout, tapping his finger on your chin.

“Mm, partly because I wanted to get laid and also cus I wanted to irritate the shit outta you like you do to me every day at work.” You smirked.

“Oh well lucky you, you're about to get both wishes granted.” Peter hummed against your lips before capturing them again.

You let his hands explore your dress, his hand stroking the leg in the slit of your dress. “Can I?” His eyes search yours, those warm teddy bear eyes were now a dark void.

“Mm, yes. Zippers in the back.” You try not to giggle as he clumsily feels your back to pull your zipper, he steps back to watch your dress fall.

You watch as he goes slack-jawed as your fallen dress reveals your beautiful intricate lingerie.

It felt like if he touched you right now you’d burst into flames. You watched as his eyes traced the purple and blue flowers that dotted the dark purple bra.

“Matching pair?” Peter questioned.

You hummed in response.

“Barely even covers anything.” He scoffs.

You laugh, “Your turn bug boy” you shift your weight, as he pulls off the rest of his spidey suit.

“And you were gonna let Flash see this? Work of art?” Peter gritted out, throwing his pants somewhere in your room.

You scoff, “Yup.” Peter’s eyes were once again trained on you as he stalked closer again.

“He doesn’t deserve it, he doesn’t deserve you.” His hands were placed once more on your hips, lips glided down your neck in soft kisses. Your arms wrap around his neck, sighing softly in delight. It’s hard to admit, but you missed this, you missed him.

“Oh? And you do?” You teased as Peter came back up for air.

“No.. not really, but I want to.” Peter’s hands held your face softly. You mumble his name as he lays you down, “I missed this” Peter’s fingers picked at your bra straps as he spoke, you lift for him to unclamp your bra.

His hands trace your bare chest, “I missed you.” Peter’s eyes gazed at yours, sometimes it could make you feel so much without words, it overwhelmed you.

“I know..” you muttered, running your fingers through his hair.

His hands trailed down to your panties, toying with the waistband as you nod allowing him to slip into them.

Soft sighs fell from your lips as he draws soft circles on your clit. “You’re so wet, I’ve barely touched you.” Peter chuckled, you smiled “Old habits die hard?” You shrugged, you could feel Pete vibrate with laughter.

“Mm, won’t be able to make smart-ass remarks like that after I’m done with you. “ Peter’s tongue peaked out behind his teeth as he spoke, you felt rip your panties.

“Peter!

His fingers prodded your hole before pushing their way into your hole, you hissed as they entered.

Peter’s mouth latched onto your clit as his pace began to accelerate, your back arched in response,

little sounds spilling from your mouth.

“Say you need me.. say you want me.” Though he was far away from your ears his words were close, soft like cotton.

“Peter..”

“Say it and I’ll make you see stars.”

“Mmhn…” you couldn't muster the words, you knew what it would mean, what it would do to you, to him.

“Peter please-“ your hands grip his hair, tugging him closer, desperate for more friction at last he pulls away making you whine.

“Please Peter, I was so close” you whined, “You suck! You know that?” Peter kissed your lips, muffled your frustrations.

You bit your lip as he pulled away, pulling his cock out from his boxers. You braced yourself as you felt him poke your entrance before he agonizingly thrust into you. You whimper his name, pushing down on his cock, trying to find some relief.

“Peter, f-faster! “ you feel your eyes getting cloudy as you pout.

“Come on say it..and I’ll let you cum.” Peter’s voice was steady, his kisses gentle, you hated it.

“You- mm- stop it! Stop..Peter you can’t just expect me to take you back! Just like that..” you wailed, Peter's eyes softened, “ I can’t handle it! I can’t handle you.”

“I love you, Peter. I love you too much, that’s why I broke it off. I can’t be with you.” Your tears leak out as you speak.

“Why?” Peter wipes your tears away.

“Why? I'm scared. I’ve never- I’ve never. Felt like this before it’s scary. You’re scary, especially your job spidey.” Your breath quickens as you search his eyes for answers.

“I know, but we’ll- we’ll get through it.” Peter's hands locked with yours, “together.” You sighed, he did it. He pulled you back in, and you let him.

“Okay. But now you have to hold up the end of your deal! Make me cum!” You stuck your tongue out, making Peter giggle.

“Your wish is my command.”

Your legs dug into his back as he clutched your hips

Forcing you to take all his length in one motion.

“Fuck!” Your screams fueled his erratic thrusts as he fucked you into the bed.

“God, you sound so good-“ Peter moaned, “You feel even better..” you let out a broken moan in return, letting your legs go limp allowing him to toy with your clit again.

“Oh-! God..Pe-Peter” Your nails raked his chest as pumped into you, as your eyes rolled into the back of your head.

“Stay with me, baby- almost there” Peter’s voice brings you back, you focus on him with hazy eyes.

“Mm, that’s it, focus on me. Just like that” Peter’s arrhythmic thrusts gain rhyme as his eyes drank yours in.

“P-ah!” You whimper as he brushes your g-spot.

“Shh, I g-gotcha.”

Your mouth was open, you could feel the drool slip down your cheek as you mewled.

“G-gon..cum..!” You sobbed, your back arching, you barely registered Peter’s ‘me too” before you were overwhelmed with sensations. Your body quivered as pussy throbbed as Peter kept fucking you through your high.

“Mmm- I’m! “ Peter groans as you throw your head back, his warm liquid crammed inside of you as he makes his final thrusts, collapsing on top of you.

You both take a minute to catch your breath.

Peter’s legs tangled in yours, “I’m sorry..” his hand brushed your face.

“For what? Crashing my date, making me your girlfriend..again. Or-“

“I was gonna say sorry for cumming in you but, yes I’m sorry for crashing your date.” Peter groaned, pausing for a moment ”But I’m not sure I can call the shots on the girlfriend thing.”

You cocked an eyebrow, “What?”

“You said ‘making me your girlfriend again.’ You broke up with me, so youuuu have to ask me to be your boyfriend.” Peter poked your nose, you try to bite his finger but those tricky spider senses made him pull back just in time.

“I am so not doing that.”

“Yes, yes you are!“

“Are not-!”

“Are to-!”

“I’m not.”

“Yes, you are.”

“FINE!” You pouted. “Peter Parker.. willyoubemyboyfriend?”

“What?”

“Will.you.be.my.boy-frrieeend. Peter Parker.” You frowned, your cheeks felt hot.

“Mm, yes. I will. Try not to look so happy about it, haha.” Peter grins, planting a kiss on your lips.

Peter had truly won you over, again.

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being-of-rain · 4 months

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My thoughts on The Church on Ruby Road! I literally can't write one of these without it being much longer than I expect. You think I'd simply expect it by now. But apparently I just had a lot of thoughts to put down about this one!

I really liked it! Going by friends' reactions, I think I liked it more than most of them. Maybe that's because I was expecting the more straightforward fantasy than usual from Doctor Who after hearing about it from RTD. I hope they dive into that more in the upcoming series, and make it explicit that it's because of the edge-of-the-universe-superstition stuff. That's such a fun direction for the show to go in.

I mostly have good things to say. Ncuti Gatwa was an instant fit for the Doctor, I can't wait to watch a whole series of him. His outfits were fantastic, especially that very first shot of him with his hat. And his deduction and reassurance scene with the policeman reminds us that the character has a powerful magic even without the goblins and skyships. Oh and the Doctor loving the name Lulubelle, what an adorable moment.

The goblins and skyships themselves felt very Peter Pan to me, and I love the urban fantasy feel it gave the episode. I also simply adore the fairytale logic, narrative magic that the Doctor was talking about. "The language of luck" and "coincidence is what makes the baby tasty" and "vocabulary of rope" and "if you have lots of accidents, it stitches you in. It weaves you into the day." I eat that stuff up, urban fantasy at its best in my opinion. Creeping into our world around the edges. And of course Doctor Who had to have a line suggesting that all coincidences might be because of goblins, I love it. The unexpected goblin music number felt very appropriately pantomime, and led to yet another moment that made me fell in love with this Doctor; him continuing the song rather than stopping it. Again, adorable.

As for Ruby Sunday, she's fun to watch and well acted, and I don't have anything bad to say about her, but she does feel a little generic-companion to me at the moment. Sometimes companions take a while before they go from 'like' to 'love' for me, but they usually make it eventually, it just takes one really great episode or plot. I do love her family though, they're so much fun, please can we have the Doctor spending more time with them. It's so cute to see a foster family depicted so positively and wholesomely.

Which leads us to the hardest-hitting part of the episode, when Ruby's taken and the timeline is rewritten, and GOD it's bleak. It's another look at that classic RTD cynicism that's just under the surface, but it works soooo well here, god damn. The way a lot of minimal changes made the setting go from "queens of the sky" to "stuck with my old mum up here in the attic" was so Powerful. The performances of Michelle Greenidge as a depressed Carla and Ncuti Gatwa as a raw and heartbroken Doctor was just. Chef's kiss. This time it's sci-fi at it's best; something impossible happening and then the story really digging its claws into the emotional impact it has on people.

The Doctor really showing his emotions is something I love and want to see a lot more of. I assume that's the main change to the character after Tennant Doctor's mental health retirement, which is a relief after Thirteen's years of brooding and hiding negative emotions from friends. So I don't mind Gatwa's Doctor having issues and brooding moments, because obviously you can't permanently fix all your problems forever anyway, especially not in his life. But all that said, specifically his line "I've got no one" really stood out to me as being strange considering the previous episode seemingly solving that in the short term. I know Gatwa's Doctor might potentially be a long way past that now, but surely it robs the retirement ending of its entire point if we immediately skip past not only the healing, but the getting-worse-again-about-the-exact-same-issue as well.

Speaking of Thirteen, it was nice to see RTD once again bring back the Timeless Child from Chibnall's era and give it a bit more depth. Chibnall definitely acknowledged the Timeless Child's emotional impact on the Doctor, and she had an arc surrounding that. But if I had to describe that arc I'd call it rather one-note and uninteresting; going from 'desperate to know more about adoption' to 'accepting it without question' without really any character beats in-between. Seeing how Gatwa's Doctor was dealing with it, how he related to other adoption stories and thought about himself, adds more dimensions to that, and I hope we get more glimpses of it.

When it comes to Ruby Sunday's adoption, I like that there's something of a plot bait-and-switch with the Doctor staring at (presumably) Ruby's mother in the cold open, then the Doctor being more concerned with saving Ruby later in the episode, and deciding not to follow the mother. If the series spends more focus on that plot, I hope it's mostly Ruby making a similar choice to the Doctor, because I'm an absolute sucker for 'it's not biology that makes a family.' I mean, basically my favourite Doctor Who story is Izzy Sinclair's from the DWM comic, and it was basically this. Izzy's story might've even been a direct influence on Ruby's, since we know that RTD was a DWM reader at the time and loved it too, enough to send a letter in praising the final Izzy comic! Anyway, I should probably try not to compare the two arcs too much, because I have my favourite and I'm biased 😂

How does this Thoughts Post feel even longer than usual!? I guess new Doctor, new companion, and new story arcs might do that. So time for random points!

-After checking, the clock on the eponymous church is absolutely the same one on the Christmas Town tower from The Time of the Doctor. I hope I'm not the only one who immediately noticed that aha. -I've seen people diss the narration at the very start, and I get disliking purposeless narration, but I think this one serves a purpose well. It adds even more of a fairytale vibe to a very fairytale scenario in a very fairytale episode. -Random nitpick: one thing I'd change about the episode is how much stress the camera and music give to some comedy minor characters, specifically the lady with the pram, Mrs Flood in her first scene, and the other neighbour. Focusing on them so much felt like it dampened their little jokes a bit. -Random highlight: I love when the Doctor says random throwaway stuff like they always do, but side characters actually pick it up and start trying to pick meaning out of it. So it made me happy when Ruby came back to the Houdini namedrop at the end of the episode. -The international version of the episode had a random Disney Plus ad before the final few lines (rather than that being a mid-credits scene like in the UK) and god I hated it. Praying that doesn't happen again. -I know RTD has said there'll be more about the "mysterious" Mrs Flood in future, but to me she genuinely just felt like a minor character with a christmas fourth-wall break. I really don't care about getting more of her, so if there is then I hope it's more interesting. -The murder of the Goblin King sure was more violent than usual for Doctor Who, and it can bother me a little bit when TV shows start letting things like that go by without comment, but I don't really mind it this time. The goblins vanished like the mythical creatures they were, the Doctor was cool as hell jumping off the church tower to bring them down, and this time the classic RTD Emotional Manipulation was working on me perfectly. -It's hilarious that they're keeping up the 'mavity' thing, I wonder when they'll actually do something with that.

Final thoughts! The Church on Ruby Road was a fantastic start to The Gatwa Era. It had a simple plot and villains, which worked wonderfully with the delightful characters, magical aesthetic, and powerful emotional beats it landed. It definitely felt more like a first episode than a christmas special, which is to it's credit, but with the singular downside that it has me impatient for more episodes!

If you made it all the way to the end, then Happy New Year! I hope you (and Dr Who) have a wonderful 2024 😘

#my thoughts #woof my thoughts always look a lot longer written down than in my head aha #but it's nice to feel like I have things to say about something yknow. I can put some opinions into words.#and I left a little present at the end for anyone who gets that far <3 #doctor who #ruby #fourteen #I may have to start tagging him fifteen soon to avoid confusion tbh

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sourcherryandsprinkles · 1 year

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Have yourself a merry little Christmas | Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Summary: Peter and May are invited to the Starks’ Christmas party. On the planning: lies, matching outfits and a little bit of sadness

Word count: 0.5k

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‘’Peter!’’ You dropped your conversation with Wanda and ran up to the new incomer, greeting him with a big hug and wrapping your arms around his neck.

Thank god for his spider-agility or he would have dropped the presents he was holding. With his other hand, Peter hugged you back. ‘’Merry Christmas,’’ he said, his cheeks and nose a little red from the December cold.

‘’You’re late. The invitation card said 9pm.’’

Peter pulled back and sighed. ‘’I know. I told May we should leave early because of holiday traffic, but she took so long getting ready—’’

‘’Liar,’’ May interrupted, looking stunning with the gold sparkles she had added to her eyes. ‘’He was the one who couldn’t decide between which sweater to wear. I’ve been ready since 8.’’

Peter shot a glare at his aunt, but she ignored him, instead complimenting the beautiful festive decor.

The Stark penthouse was decorated to the max — what else would you expect? There were thick snow-covered garlands, sparkling Christmas trees and poinsettias everywhere. A massive Christmas tree took up a whole corner in the living area and was decorated with the prettiest ornaments and bows. Under the tree was an overload of wrapped presents. Peter had never seen this many.

‘’This is all Pepper’s doing. Without her, all of this would not be,’’ you said, recognizing her talent for planning and organizing events. ‘’Before she and Dad married, we would spend Christmas away from home. I love traveling, but nothing compares to Christmas at home.’’

Then, Pepper appeared and greeted her new guests. She offered May some wine and they left. After a long day working at the hospital, she couldn’t refuse a glass of wine — especially good wine.

Peter removed his coat and scarf, hanging them in the coat closet by the elevator doors. He’s been here enough time he doesn’t have to ask where they go.

‘’Oh no. We look like those couples who match their outfits together,’’ Peter said in horror, only now taking a chance to take a look at you.

A soft laugh left your lips, seeing Peter’s maroon sweater — the exact color as your dress. ‘’We gotta take a picture and send it to Ned and MJ.’’

‘’MJ will be disgusted.’’

‘’And Ned will say we look cute,’’ Peter added.

Your friends have very different personalities.

Peter took his phone and held it at a distance as you kissed his cheek for a quick pose. The lights reflected on your necklace, a gold delicate chain with Peter’s initial. The jewelry initially made Peter uncomfortable — you weren’t an object to brand —, but after explaining why you wanted to wear it, he was touched and loved it.

‘’Thank you for inviting me,’’ Peter said, nervously playing with the sleeves of his sweater. ‘’Christmas has not been the same since uncle Ben…passed. He would make pancakes on Christmas morning and we would all eat in our matching Christmas pajamas.’’ A sad smile curled on Peter’s lips as he told the story.

You grabbed his hand in yours and stroked the back with your thumb. Although the holidays were commonly known as the happiest season, it wasn’t a happy time for everyone.

‘’He would have loved you,’’ Peter added, looking down at your joined hands, feeling infinitely thankful for you.

‘’I’m sure the feeling would have been mutual.’’

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#peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #peter parker x stark!reader #MCU #mcu imagines #mcu!peter parker #spiderman #tom holland

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springw6ter · 8 months

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Hi (nyfw thoughts)

Ok so first I just want to say that this fashion week was so boring and really sums up the kind of good idea drought we’re living in. BUT there was a fair share of discussion over some things so! instead of trying to fit my thoughts about everything on the app formerly known as twitter, I’m just gonna tell y’all here.

Shows talked about in this post; Proenza Schouler, Eckhaus Latta, AREA, Luar, Helmut Lang, Elena Velez and Tory Burch

Proenza Schouler

There’s no way Proenza was going to ruffle any feathers this season. They have a loyal following (which I’m sure has nothing to do with the celebrity affiliations of the brand) and a consistent history of people pleasing so they’ll always get their praise from Vogue. They dropped a new monogram which is the only “newness” they wanted to introduce. Jack McCollough said they wanted to continue last seasons narrative and they sure did! (Only thing different was no Sevigny). The clothes are obviously well made and evoke wealth in that special kind of iykyk way. Many people said this looked more like Helmut Lang than Helmut lang did (I’ll get to that later) and they’re not entirely wrong. Not gonna act like I wouldn’t wear this collection but definitely nothing groundbreaking.

Eckhaus Latta

Eckhaus latta is a brand that has always had a special place in my heart (maybe because I’m from the city that the two designers met and started the brand together in)(maybe). My style has definitely evolved since I first became aware of the brand but I’m always interested in what they’re doing. This season they got experimental! They worked with a 3D printing company named “Unspun” where they came up with jeans made from all different materials like hardware store twine and ikea plastic bags. The way they combined tech innovation and sustainability is not just commendable, it’s very forward thinking, which is a staple in the brands identity. With that being said some of the collection felt directionless in comparison to all of the innovation. The sheer (which dawned their new EL monogram) was very MNZ store to me but not in a bad way. I like that they’re not trying to be trendy and come up with new things however a-lot of brands were doing that so it makes me wonder if that’s a good thing or not.

AREA

I loved their modern Stone Age ladies. I think it was one of the only luxury focused shows where I was like wow! This is different. The fur printed coats were so gaudy and held its shape in the way good ol’ fur coats used to. I think this collection was really cohesive, adventurous, new. Everyone saw Saweetie wear it at the VMAs and even the unfashionable general public could see the yabba dabba reference. The prehistoric influence was chosen because as Piotrek Panscyzk said “pelts and bones were the first things humans had to build an identity around”. There’s definitely a case for a narrative about how much luxury (the hunger, the status) mirrors pre historic, pre civilized behaviors.

Luar

Raul Lopez is a diamond. This collection kind of came of as a continuation of last season as well but I like this brand so much that it feels good to me. I feel like Raul is constantly playing with this really restrictive, God-fearing way of being and an inhibition-less eternality. Padded shoulders, the top draped from the eyewear, perfect collared shirts, jeans and leather, it had all the perfect Luar moments for me. No notes.

Ok.. now on to the “controversial” shows

Helmut Lang

When Peter Do was announced as the new creative director of Helmut Lang, everyone rejoiced. Why? His strengths as a designer seemed like a natural fit for the brand. Expert tailoring, black and white as a main color palette, maybe a little overlap in philosophy.. but as the outfits came out people’s reactions… were… unfavorable to say the least. People saw the reference to key Lang moments like seat belt bondage, the use of Ocean Vuongs poetry (which I felt was terribly misunderstood), the classic button up and jeans as disappointing instead of nostalgic. For me, personally, I think everyone’s expectations were rooted in something that Peter Do could not have delivered. That expectation being Helmut Lang himself. People saw Do as the second-coming and that’s just the truth but where do we draw the line with our expectations on reliving the past and how do we honor the kind of openness necessary to evolution? I myself had to sit with the collection and came to the conclusion that maybe Peter is just defining a clear end to the Helmut era of yesterday and the start of his own journey now. After closely looking at the collection and it’s details you can see how wonderful the clothes really are. It is everyone’s responsibility to question and examine the things they “care” about and I think this fashion public is not patient enough for that. It wasn’t the greatest debut but it also wasn’t the worst. Anyway we’ll see what comes next.

Elena Velez

Mud gate ss24! Since her NYT article last year, people have been really fed up with Elena (I learned only after the mud fight started to circulate) and she doesn’t really seem to mind, she seems to like it actually. She argues online, she argues IN lines, she doesn’t pay people adequately and the list apparently goes on and on. This collection is called “the longhouse” and in her press release she says a lot of things about the commercialization, sanitization, condemning and control of womanhood, she talks about anti-heroines and contemporary female evil (which she loves to embody I guess) and she says that this show was ritualistic catharsis from oversocialization. I think it’s pretentious when someone has to use so many complex, institutionalized words to convey their message. She’s speaking in code. To be honest I like her clothes but I don’t think her designs are that original. I really want to raise the question who does her message benefit? We should all be allowed our multiplicity in this life, that’s true, but being a bad person in practice is something I’m personally not attracted to. I’m a little confused but it is what it is.

SPECIAL SHOUT OUT TO TORY BURCH!!!!

Who I think should be receiving a cease and desist from Miuccia Prada any moment now. This collection is such a departure from the Tory Burch we all grew up with. This must be that post divorce clarity. I like it! It’s 60s. It’s Prada. It’s miu miu. It’s Tory Burch now too!

If you made it this far I really appreciate you ♡ this was just for ki’s sake. It’s not my most critical thinking to date but there was discussion and I loved that. I wanted to contribute and this was the best way I could think of. Lmk if I should do this again with lfw!!

#nyfw #new york fashion week #eckhaus latta #proenza schouler #area #ss24 #spring summer 2024 #helmut lang #peter do #elena velez #luar #tory burch

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gothgirlmahi · 2 years

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Hellfire

Pairing: Priest!Steve Rogers x Succubus!Reader

Word Count : 2K

Warnings: this is sacrilegious as fuck lmao, unprotected sex, non con, dub con, male masturbation, attempted exorcism

"Your adversary the devil, as a roaring lion, goes about seeking whom he may devour." 1 St. Peter 5:8

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Steve Rogers was a good man.

He’d spent his life dedicated to helping others and to spreading the Word of God. His needs and desires would always come second to those goals. His community loved him. Father Rogers was the attractive young priest that was getting plenty of wayward women back into the pews. While they were certainly having sordid thoughts about him, that was never a feeling he could return.

Until now.

Steve Rogers was a good man. So why was he having the most impure of thoughts about you?

He could remember the first time he laid eyes on you. There you were, in an outfit entirely inappropriate for mass with an open Bible in hand. Rather than looking at the pages, your eyes were fixed on him. A salacious grin took your face, your tongue sticking out just the slightest bit giving him a glimpse at that pink little appendage. That image stuck with him.

He couldn’t explain what had gotten a hold of him, but far after mass had ended, he couldn’t stop thinking about your mouth. Those pretty lips and that luscious tongue. Like a parasite that had embedded itself in his mind.

Lust was a normal human feeling. That much he could acknowledge and excuse. He couldn’t excuse acting on it. But that didn’t stop him from pulling out his hard and weeping cock in the silence of the night, and jacking off to the thought of your mouth. The things you could do with it. Imagining sliding his cock between your soft lips had him shaking and convulsing as he came all over his sheets.

It was shameful and something he hadn’t done in years. It couldn’t happen again. He prayed for forgiveness and went to sleep with you on his mind.

A week later he saw you in mass again. In another revealing outfit. Sultry and dilated eyes gazing up at him like you wanted to tear him apart. The second time Steve saw you in mass, he realized something. You didn’t come forward to receive Holy Communion. From that, he could at least discern it was unlikely that you were Catholic. Maybe you were new? Attempting to join?

He had to get you out of his mind. This wasn’t right. It wasn’t healthy. It wasn’t moral.

But you were there, the image of you calling to something deep inside of him, something he thought he’d lost the first time he put on that clerical collar. Steve had never faltered in his faith. But you were presenting a problem he wasn’t sure he could solve.

He went through the service and the rest of his day on autopilot. A cloying thought in his brain about the way your breasts looked in that skin tight fabric. He wanted to see what was underneath.

That night, he returned to his room wearier than ever. Determined not to make the mistake he did last week. And the night after that. And the night after that.

You were making him crazy.

He turned around to close his door and felt an immediate change in the air. Something that sent a chill up his spine and had goosebumps rising on his skin.

When he turned back around, he saw you sitting on his bed. Legs crossed and leaning forward with a distraught expression on your face. His heart was pounding, nearly jumping out of his chest at the sight of you.

Steve’s room was small, small enough that he could see every corner from his position at the door and you had most definitely not been in there when he entered.

“Something,” you started, looking up at him with terrified eyes, “something is inside me. I need help. I need you to get this thing out of me.”

“What are you doing here? How did you get in here?”

“This isn’t who I am. I’m so—please. Please help me, Father. You have to get it out.” Your voice was begging, tears lined your reddened eyes.

“Wh-what do you mean something is inside you?”

Your helpless expression dropped suddenly and you raised your lips in a smile.

“Well, I think it’s more about what I want inside me.”

Steve stepped back in alarm, clutching at the cross necklace draped around his neck.

“Demon.”

He spoke and the word hung uneasily in the air. You leaned forward, delighted interest taking your expression.

“Is that an accusation, Father?”

“Why are you here?”

“You said I’m a demon. Figure it out.”

“In the Name of Jesus Christ, our God and Lord, strengthened by the intercession of the Immaculate Virgin Mary, Mother of God, of Blessed Michael the Archangel,” as Steve prayed, you rolled your eyes like he was wasting your time, “of the Blessed Apostles Peter and Paul and all the Saints and powerful in the holy authority of our ministry, we confidently undertake to repulse the attacks and deceits of the devil.”

You made a face at him.

“Are you done?”

“We drive you from us, whoever you may be, unclean spirits, all satanic powers, all infernal invaders, all wicked legions, assemblies and sects.”

“I’m assuming you’re not done.”

“Begone, Satan, inventor and master of all deceit, enemy of man's salvation—“

“Steve!” you yelled at him, jumping up from your bed and walking towards him. Just as you got within two feet of him, he splashed you with water from a vial in his pocket. The water sizzled against your skin, leaving angry red marks behind before it evaporated.

“Wow. I guess I’m just too hot.”

Your ripped his clerical collar out and threw it down before taking him by the neck and slamming him against the wall. His attempts to push you away were futile, you were much stronger than him.

The close proximity had his head spinning and blood rushing to his cock. The effect you had on him was not any sort of normal lust. You were clearly some nonhuman entity sent to destroy him.

Steve managed to slip down and crawl to the door. By the time he was upright and reaching for the knob, he heard the click of the lock turning. He pulled and the knob gave resistance, letting him know he was locked in with you.

He wasn’t sure what to do next. He wasn’t trained for this. He wasn’t sure anyone could really prepare for this. Your closeness made his mind dizzy and slow thinking while he tried to quickly brainstorm solutions. Nothing was coming to mind.

You dragged him close to you by his collar and he tried to push away again, calling out in hopes someone would hear him. Maybe if someone could just hear him—

You rolled your eyes.

“Stevie, they can’t hear you. It’s just us in here. I made sure of that.”

You pulled him roughly to the bed and threw him down on it. When Steve looked up, you were undressing. Slowly peeling off that skintight black outfit. Making his cock so hard that it hurt. He shook his head, averting his eyes to the sheets and you tsked.

“Lust is natural. Just let it happen.”

“I don’t want this.”

“I didn’t ask what you want.”

Steve looked up at you again, just to see your breasts newly freed from your top. You were standing there entirely nude. His eyes panned down to the sight of your dripping sex between your legs. He was disgusted with himself to find that the sight of you naked brought him immense pleasure. Some sick part of him desperately wanted to have sex with you. The rational part absolutely didn’t.

You crawled over him on the bed and ripped the button on his pants open before roughly pulling them and his boxers down his legs. When he tried to stop you, you grabbed both of his arms.

“You touch me again without my say so and I’ll break your fucking arms. Stay still.” Your voice changed in tone as you spoke, deeper and more pronounced and he could swear it echoed against the walls despite being little more than a whisper. Your eyes flashed red as you took in his shaking form helpless beneath you.

His cock was leaking precum, the head was pretty and red like the heated expression on his face. You grabbed it roughly, eagerly jacking him off.

“Is this how you do it, Stevie? Is this how you fuck yourself when you think of me?”

“No, I—ugh!” He found himself thrusting pathetically into your hand.

“Good boy,” you said, taking your hand off of him and positioning yourself in his lap. When you pressed the head of his cock to your clit, Steve shook under you, taking in a deep inhale of breath.

When you slid onto him, Steve saw stars. His head flew back onto the pillow, hands fisted in the sheets as he was enveloped in your tight warmth. Your hand gently dragged against his face while your rode him.

You set a relentless pace.

Steve didn’t know much about demons, but he did know that there was no way being inside one should feel this fucking good. You were gripping him like a vise, a much tighter fit than anything his hand could simulate. Your breasts bounced with each undulation and Steve was mesmerized.

You were sin incarnate and you were taking Father Rogers to hell with you.

Yes, that was it. Steve was going to die. He knew it. This was not a sort of ecstasy meant to be experienced by human beings. A mind and body consuming pleasure that had him releasing deep groans into the stagnant air of his room.

Steve was going to die. And he knew his luck would have him see you in hell where you would torture him all over again. He might even welcome it.

No, he couldn’t think like that. But with the way you were moaning above him, pretty mouth slightly parted as you reached down to rub at your clit, he was starting to think that maybe, maybe this wasn’t so wrong…

“What a waste. Hiding this big fucking cock where no one can get it. Do you like that, Stevie? Don’t you like my pussy?”

He didn’t say anything. He felt like he couldn’t. His teeth bit into his bottom lip, willing himself not to come undone inside you.

You grew angry at his silence and wrapped your hand around his neck.

“Fucking answer me!” A slight squeeze of your hand had him gasping out a reply.

“Yes! Yes, I like it! I like your pussy!”

“Good boy! Good fucking boy!”

You came down on him even faster, setting a pace that had him hurtling toward his end.

“Please, please—I’m going to, oh God, I can’t!”

“Yes, you can. Fuck, it’s okay, baby. I’m close, too.”

When he came, it felt like the rapture did, too. Like he was going to be delivered body and spirit to Satan’s doorstep for having intercourse with this demon whore. Steve’s entire body jolted and it felt like an out of body experience. That sweet release of pressure, filling your warm insides to the brim and slowly leaking out and around his cock.

He whined pathetically as you continued to ride him, your pace picking up as you reached your own high. The overstimulation was killing him. He wanted to push you off, but knew better.

When you finally reached your peak, both of the lamps in the room flickered violently while your eyes rolled back and you ground your pelvis into his, getting every last pinch of pleasure you could out of the encounter.

When you were done and pulled yourself off of him, he breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe now you would leave him alone.

You leaned down, putting your face just in front of his before pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.

“I’ll see you next week, Father.”

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Mahi's Monster Mash

#priest!steve x succubus!reader #steve rogers x reader #chris evans x reader #marvel x reader #mahi's monster mash #mahi's halloween party

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