#i barely think about it when peter does the voice lol

[demigodofhoolemere]

*listening to a First Doctor audio*

Haha, the Doctor almost sounded a bit like Steven for a moment there.

*remembers who’s voicing the Doctor*

…. right

#i barely think about it when peter does the voice lol #can’t believe that was a real moment of realization i just had as if i didn’t know that it was him #classic who #big finish #first doctor #steven taylor #peter purves

[writingmysanity]

Commit to the Bit (2)

Pairing: Sanji x Fem!baker

Word count: 4445

TW: slight violence. Jeff is a jerk and Sanji kicks him out... literally. Peter is an angel.

AN: Sorry this took so long to get out! Holiday, Family, Kids field trips, unplanned.. everything. Of course it all happens at once lol. There *will* be a part 3. Thank you so much for all of the love on part one, it really brings me so much joy to know you guys love them as much as I do.

<<part one part three>>

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Morning comes sooner than you wished it to, earning a soft groan as you roll yourself out of bed. The far too close cry of your neighbor's rooster, who you've found often decides to scream whenever it pleases, startles you as it stands outside of your window as it does every morning. Yelping, you slip from the side, landing painfully on your butt as your blankets fumble to the floor around you.

For a moment, there is silence as he peers in the window, eyes locked on you as you stare back, eyes heavy with sleep.

“Can I not have one morning of peace?” you growl out, narrowing your eyes. At this, the creature squawks at you before bounding off from the ledge. As if congratulating itself on a job well done, you can hear it babbling to itself all the way back to its coop. Huffing, you push yourself to your feet slowly, tossing your blankets back onto the bed before moving to get your day started. 

It isn't long before you are standing before the bakery, keys in your hand, limbs heavy with the sleep you wish you had gotten. The warm night does nothing to aid in waking your sleeping thoughts, your body moving purely on auto pilot. 

“Good morning,” you hum to the body waiting for you by the door as you approach. “You’re on time.” you can't say you aren't surprised. This is an ungodly hour to most on a good day, but you had stayed up entirely too late the night before, conspiring with the strawhats on how this will play out, and what the plan will be. 

He seems almost offended that you expected him to be late, but sighs. 

“I get up this early every day,” he grouches a bit, pressing the door open once you unlock it, motioning for you to go in first as he holds it open. You pause, offering him a small, sleepy smile. 

“Thank you.” your voice is barely above a whisper, but you know he can hear you. He nods with a small smile of his own. 

“You’re welcome,” he says quietly back as you both wander into the bakery. You automatically start into your morning chores – sweeping, placing the chairs down from the table tops, wiping down the countertops. Sanji falls into step around you, helping you settle the heavier things properly, even if you didn't need the help. He just waved off your protests on being able to do it yourself with a smile. 

“Just because you can do it by yourself, doesn't mean that you should.” he stated clearly after Angie had left for the morning, as if it had been the most obvious thing in the world. Without another word, he moves to wipe down the various panes of glass around the shop, muttering about dirty pirates leaving scuff marks. 

As the morning drags on, his quiet quips continue, each one earning a huff from you as you work to keep your laughter to yourself. Though, the shake of your shoulders gives you away each time. 

You don't catch the way his eyes light up at the motion until later. 

Sanji is, of course, wonderful in the kitchen. You had hoped as much after learning about his culinary roots. This, of course, caused a slight problem for you both as you had to utter a sentence you never thought you'd have to say as you eye the way Marines continue to hover outside your door.

“Ruin the pastry, Rudy,” you hiss quietly at him when a few patrons come barreling through the doors. Sanji looked how you felt – scandalized. It hurts your heart to think of the wasted dough, but you have already put entirely too much into this bit. The unfortunate truth being, you can't let his own talent ruin it. He is still standing at his post in the kitchen, dumb founded, when you are whisked away to fill more orders. 

“Hello!” you sing everytime. “Welcome in.” 

You can feel his eyes on you, though you ignore the sensation. On more than one occasion, he has meekly brought you a ruined platter, eyes large and upset. You know he is upset at having to ruin a dish, something he never thought he would aim to do in his wildest dreams. In fact, it seems he is currently living his worst nightmare. Yet, he sells it well, whispering apologies when he “thinks” the current patron isn't paying attention. 

“What did I do wrong on this one?” he sighs, knowing full well what went wrong. 

Sabotage. 

The customer before you is quick to assure him with a smile. “It takes time, young man,” she states clearly, her smile turning teasing as her eyes turn to you. “You should have witnessed the dishes this one was turning out when she first started.” flushing, you wave her off with a pout.

“We don't talk about my apprentice days,” you huff, looking down at the pastry. Sanji does his best to keep the amusement from his expression. “I'll meet you in the kitchen here in just a moment and we can figure it out together” you offer patiently. He just nods, ducking back into the kitchen with one final glance at you that you don't catch, but your customer does. 

“But of course,” she muses, eyes twinkling in the bright morning light. “He’d perhaps make fewer mistakes if he could keep his eyes on what he is doing.” you raise an eyebrow at her as you finish wrapping her pastries. 

“Hm?” she just snickers. 

“It’d take a blind man to miss how he looks at you dear,” she hums delightedly. “And dare I say, you could do so much worse.” her tone turns almost sour as Jeff walks through the door, earning an amused huff from you as you hand her the wrapped package. 

“Thank you, Marie. It is always a pleasure to see you,” you say softly as she places a hand over yours with a wink and a nudge towards the kitchen before she turns to glower at the tall man standing behind her attempting to earn your attention through his normal antics. The huffs and whines do little but irritate you as he continues to wait impatiently, scuffing his boots on the panels that Sanji had painstakingly cleaned that morning. 

Oh he was going to hate that.

Marie stalls as long as she can, a mischievous smile stretched across her face as she listens to Jeff’s attempts to gather your attention to him grow louder and more frequent. You continue to answer her questions, your own amusement sparkling in your eyes as you watch her enjoy herself in irritating the man. 

“Well,” she finally calls slightly louder than she had been talking, after killing another five or so minutes asking various questions about the cooking processes and local yields. “You have been so hospitable, dear.” she hums happily, listening to Jeff grunt behind her in irritation. Even he wouldn't be rude enough to cut the woman off, being one of the few local elders left on the island. “Thank you for indulging an old lady.” 

You smile brightly, nodding to her, laughing softly. 

“You are always welcome, Marie.” you state softly. “Any of your curiosities, I am always happy to indulge in.”

Jeff, surprisingly, waits until she is out of the door before approaching the counter. His face is contorted somewhere between elation and mild annoyance, his smile twisting slightly as he says nothing at first. 

When you don't move to grab anything, he huffs. 

“Are you not going to get my order?” you raise an eyebrow at his tone, rough and harsher than usual as his smile twists down slightly. 

“You haven't ordered anything yet,” you answer, voice tight. You're proud of yourself when you manage to keep the smile on your face. 

“I order the same thing every time,” he insists, the elation falling from his face as the annoyance twists at his brows.

“I figured you wanted to try something new after not even touching the tart I fed you yesterday.” you raise an eyebrow. He may irritate you, but you haven't ever done more than turn down his advances and do your job. Perhaps it is your own restlessness of the situation you have put yourself in, the exhaustion from your late night, or the fact that he has spent the better part of the last 10 minutes acting like a spoiled child, but you can't seem to find it in you to placate his feelings at the moment. You watch as his jaw tightens, his eyes narrowing for a moment in thought. 

That would be a fair assessment for any other person, he deems. But you should know better.

And to be fair, you do. But you can't find it in you to care. 

“My normal,” he grouches, setting the coins on the counter top this time. The piles leave his hand, only half of them stacking into the nice piles he normally leaves while the rest skitter across the glass top. “Please.” he adds almost as an afterthought as he turns to settle into his seat next to the window. 

Without much more thought, you move to fill his order – a cup of coffee and a strawberry tartlet. 

The movements are almost routine, fluid in a way that is born out of years of repeated motion and muscle memory. Like every other day, you can feel his eyes on you, tracing your every move. Swallowing your urge to wretch, like you do every time, you turn with a small smile, moving to his side, placing his order before him. 

“Here you go,” you state, immediately moving to turn and walk away. Instead, like many times before, his fingers wrap around your wrist, keeping you from leaving his side. 

“When are you going to stop playing hard to get?” his earlier irritation bleeds through, though much more pronounced. The sting of being ignored and your general lack of excitement to see him finally coming to a head in his mind. When you move to pull your hand from his hold, his fingers tighten painfully, earning a small yelp. The noise startles him enough that his grip loosens just enough for you to snatch it from his hold, cradling it to your chest. 

“That hurt,” you hiss, rubbing the tender muscles there. The noise, unfortunately, caught the attention of the blond in the kitchen because he is coming out of the doors, concerned words dying on his lips, as Jeff is starting in on his response. 

“It's your own fault,” he snarls, reaching for you again. “If you'd just stop with your games, I would have already had you in my bed.” This time, his hand is knocked away as Sanji wedges himself between the two of you. 

“That is no way to talk to a lady,” the taller man growls, the timbre reverberating in his chest as he simultaneously presses closer to Jeff and gently pushes you further behind him, the heat of his glare making you shudder. Jeff is halfway to his feet when he recognizes the man before him, though sanji doesn't seem to care about that fact at the moment. If looks could kill, Jeff would have been obliterated several times over, seared into the earth with nothing more than ash left to be whisked away by the wind accompanied by the memory of his existence.

“I refuse to take advice from a pirate,” he spits the word, tone dripping with poison. “This matter doesn't concern you.” 

“Not a pirate,” you grouse, trying in your own stupor to keep up the charade. 

“You made it my business when you hurt her,” Sanji’s voice is steady, the chill of his words seeming to lower the temperature of the building, making you shiver. Nose to nose, neither man seems to want to back down. And you are quite certain of who would win, given it became physical. 

“Rudy,” you rasp, tugging at his arm lightly. “He isn't worth it.” you can already feel the emotions bubbling up. The pain in your wrist is little more than a dull throb, but you find it doesn't bother you nearly as much as the thought of the man in front of you getting hurt, or worse, killed, because of the trust fund man-baby before him. 

He allows you to tug him back, his eyes never straying from Jeff’s as he steps back enough to allow the man passage towards the door. Jeff snorts a laugh, lips tugging up in a mocking smirk. 

“Listening to a woman,” he huffs, shaking his head. “How pathetic.”

“Not nearly as pathetic as being unable to take the word no the first time,” Sanji bites back, lips curling into a smile, though it reads much more as a warning. His snarl hardens the gesture far too much for it to be anything but a threat. “At least I don't need to lay hands on a woman to prove I'm a man.” 

Slowly, then all at once. 

You almost don't see the way Jeff’s arm raises, his fist making contact with Sanji’s chin, a snarl on his lips. Automatically, you swing between them, a hand coming to rest on each of their chests in a weak attempt to separate them. Sanji does nothing to push past you, but Jeff tries to lunge forward again. His weight agitates your injured wrist, a resounding yelp tearing through the otherwise silent space. Without warning, you are moved. Sanji’s arm wraps around your shoulders as he brings you securely into his side. 

Before Jeff is able to make a move again, Sanji growls, kicking his body away from you. 

“Get out,” even Jeff is able to read the warning in his words, the unspoken promise lying just underneath, as his body crashes to the floor. He skitters through the door, not bothering to look back. Sanji doesn't move for several moments after the glass stops shaking from the force of the way Jeff had slammed it in his haste. It Isn't until you move to pull away from him that he stops glaring at the door, his arm tightening slightly over your shoulders for a moment before he relaxes enough for you to take a step back. 

When you move to reach for his face, the angry mark already beginning to blister purple and blue, he takes your hand gently with a shake of his head. 

“I am fine.” he insists, gently tugging your injured wrist into his hand. He cringes when you whimper at his tug, immediately apologizing. His fingers are gentle as he inspects it. “It isn't broken.” he states quietly, thumb rubbing soothing circles just below the blooming bruises of your own. 

“That’s something, I suppose,” you sigh, bringing your wrist to your chest again, cradling it there. He nods with a frown, gently ushering you into the seat as he busies himself with going to find the first aid kit he saw in the kitchen earlier that morning. You had barely enough time to fully process that he was gone before he was back, kneeling before you. Flipping the lid open, he rummages around until he finds some wrap he deems sturdy enough. 

“May I?” 

You don't hesitate to rest your wrist in his hands, watching quietly as he wraps it slowly. He is careful to keep it from being too tight, but tight enough to give the support you need. It's silent for several moments before he speaks up again. 

“How long has he been bothering you?” sighing heavily, you lean back in the seat, twisting your arm to inspect his handy work. It's clean, precise, and obviously well practiced. You don't look at him as you trace over the bandages, barely able to even feel the pressure of your fingertips through the wrap. 

“Years,” you admit. “Though, this is the first time he has gotten so physical.” 

He is silent as you sit there, allowing the moment to swallow you whole. You had never broached the subject with anyone, not even your father. Deep down, you knew it wasn't just Jeff’s forward tendencies or childish ways that made you uncomfortable. Sure, they didn't help, but they weren't the reason for placating the man's feelings for all this time. 

There was always a threat, a quiet red flag waving in the distance in the back of your mind when you were alone with him. 

Sanji doesn't say anything, he doesn't push where he already knows the answer. Sighing, he offers you a smile, soft and kind – heavy with understanding. And you hate it. 

“Perhaps you can help me understand what I did wrong with that pastry now?” he offers, standing slowly, offering you the hand that isn't holding the first aid kit. He is offering you a distraction, a way out of the spiraling thoughts weighing on you. Sighing, you nod.

“Okay.”

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The rest of the day is calm, if not slightly awkward. Customer after customer filing in, seeing both of your states and immediately trying to figure out what happened and who would do such a thing. 

Some routine customers, patrons who live on the island, many are pirates who Sanji is heavily debating on if he should feed them Jeff’s name to let them deal with him. You are beloved, more so than you seem to realize as you just file around with a smile.

“Who did it?” one pirate asks, gruff and glowering as his eyes narrow on your wrist. As if sensing the topic, your head whips around, eyes zeroing in on Sanji with a slight pinch to them – a quiet warning that neither man misses. The pirate snorts, taking the neatly wrapped package from Sanji sending the blond man a motion. 

Later. 

Because of your wrist, Sanji has taken to doing all of the wrapping. And the lifting. And the stirring. 

At one point, you find yourself sitting and pouting at the counter like a dejected child. Your regulars chuckle at your antics, watching and admiring how well Sanji seems to have picked up the slack, swirling around you like a one man band.

He's doing the cooking, cleaning, baking – with your careful instruction – and often tending to the customers while you sit and watch. You hate how flawlessly he takes over, turning the quiet, calm atmosphere into something much more lively and brilliant. A change that many seem more than happy to lean into. His energy is quite infectious, despite the deep love for your gentle, quiet, care. 

One 

He counts to himself as he spins from one table to the other, placing a plate before the patrons with a grin and flourish as he spins away. 

Two

He sends a smile and a non-committal wink to the lovely older woman before him, earning a girlish giggle from her. The attention makes her feel the need to smooth her hair back, to check to make sure her appearance is in order. He and her husband chuckle as he sends the man a nod – a silent gesture that he means no harm. The older man just grins. 

“Blushing, honey?” The comment deepens her flush, earning a whack and a jovial laugh from the three of them. 

Three 

He finds himself nearly spinning himself into the wall to keep from toppling on top of the over exuberant body that flings through your door. Laughter echoes around you from the various tables as Sanji sputters to a stop with a confused pinch of his brows, and Peter finally finds himself settled before you with a grin. Laughing along with them, you put your hands out to steady the small body. 

“Peter!” you laugh, allowing the boy to fall into your arms happily. “You’re early for lunch” you coo. He tries his best to look sheepish, though it falls short. You don't catch how Sanji softens at your exchange with the small boy, already on your feet to gather the things you had been working on all morning. 

It had been the one thing you had been absolutely insistent on that you be the one to work on. 

Peter stands there politely, his arms pinned firmly behind his back, though the stance does little to distract from the way his body seems to vibrate from its need for movement. Smiling to himself, Sanji watches him try so hard not to move – to be good. He was always rewarded when he was good. Shifting before the counter, Sanji starts to help pack the items you bring to the front, humming happily. 

Peter is silent as he watches you both work together, a fact that you nearly comment on until he opens his mouth. His eyes flit between sanji and yourself before he speaks, a frown on his face, as if he is concentrating too hard.

“Are you her husband?” The question startles you both, and earns sharp laughter from the older couples lingering at the tables. Both of you are gapping at him, trying to find your answers to such a simple question.

“No, He’s-” you begin.

“I’m not-” Sanji starts, both of you fumbling over the quick denials. Peter doesn't concern himself with your obviously flustered states, eyes zeroing in on your wrist and Sanji’s jaw. 

“Who hurt you?” he asks bluntly. “Do I need to put a wanted poster back up?” The comment earns a harsh snort from Sanji, who in reality would love to make sure a poster for the overly confident, and abusive, merchant. But you won't let him, for whatever reason. He watches you retrieve a tartlet that you had set aside earlier, choosing to ignore Peter’s insistent gaze and his very blunt line of questioning. 

“Here.” you grumble, shoving the sweet thing into his hands. 

Almost immediately, he seems to drop the line of questioning, eager to shove his reward in his mouth, strawberry filling being smeared against his cheek. Laughing softly, you reach up to swipe the mess from his cheek, wiping it on your apron. 

“Messy boy,” you hum sweetly, earning a blinding smile from Peter, and unbeknownst to you, Sanji. “Come now,” you state, clapping your hands to your thighs to gather his attention again when it drifts to the pirate standing beside the counter. “I am sure your mother is hungry, as well.” Peter just grins, nodding quickly. 

“She loves your food.” he agrees, lifting his hand to present some berry to you. The same berry he has been trying to bully into your hands everyday for the last year, judging by the familiar tears. Shaking your head, you curl his fingers back around the money, ruffling his hair with love. 

“No,” you state simply, handing him the bag. He pouts a bit, shoving it back in his pocket.

“Tomorrow,” he huffs. You laugh, ignoring the pointed looks from those around you. Repeat customers know better, their eyes downcast though they do nothing to hide their smiles. Newer groups do little to hide their curious gazes. 

“We will see, little one. Now, off you go.” he just nods, taking off out of the door, though more carefully as to keep from spilling any of the food. In silence, you watch him go, smiling as he disappears into his mother’s shop. 

“You feed them,” Sanji comments softly after a moment. Blinking, you shrug, turning to take the remainder of what couldnt fit in the pack back to the kitchen. Sanji glances around, ensuring that everyone is cared for. No one seems to want to rock the gentle bubble created. 

They loved your gentle loving care. 

Without thought, he follows you into the kitchen, your voice barely reaching his ears as you busy yourself with tidying up. 

“Sometimes,” you agree. He watches you, Peter’s last comment echoing in his mind. 

Tomorrow.

“Daily,” he corrects you, his tone gentle. You pause, nose twitching, eyes narrowing – immediately on the defensive. 

“Listen,” you grouch, turning to glare at him, your ire catching him off guard. His hands lift quickly, hoping to show you that he means no harm, but you continue ranting though your irritation seems to fade. “If you're going to lecture me about business practices, making money or anything else – save it.” you sigh. 

“I didn't intend to do any such thing,” he assures you slowly, moving to take the knife from your hand, setting it back in the sink. You turn to face him more, arms crossed as you lean back against the counter. He doesn't force himself any closer, in fact, he backs off some, resting his hips to the other counter across from you. 

“What is your point, then, Rudy?” he snorts, his smile easing some of the tension in your shoulders. 

“How long?” he asks after a moment. You pause. 

“A year,” you sigh. “Maybe longer, at this point. I'm not sure.” he just nods. You expect many things, many questions. Why? What's the point? Why not make more money? Sell it at a discount. Poor business strategy. 

You weren't expecting the softness in his eyes, nor the gentleness of his touch when his hands settle on your shoulders, a quiet intensity burning in his eyes as he bends to maintain eye contact as he speaks. 

“What you're doing for them,” he starts slowly, as if trying to find the right words to convey how he feels. He struggles to find the words he wants –  his large vocabulary, the flowery words he peppers into every conversation, the seemingly endless stream of compliments. They all seem too small, too insignificant for how he's feeling, so he settles on, “it matters.” The sincerity behind the words startles you. 

Swallowing the emotion building in your chest, you force a smile, hand moving to rest over his as your head thumps to rest against his chest. You find yourself unable to take staring into the depths of his eyes any longer. The emotions swimming there crashing like a storm at sea, washing over you with their intensity. 

“It doesn't feel like it's enough,” you whisper, words thick as you hold back your tears, clutching at his shirt, an anchor in your storm. His arms shift from your shoulders to wind around your waist, tugging you deeper into his warmth, his chin coming to rest on top of your head. 

“I assure you,” he murmurs, flashes of Zeff and that blasted rock flickering behind his eyelids, a distant memory fading to various shades of gray where it had once been so vibrant. The only thing still flickering in color is Zeff before him, like a scene from an old movie. “It's everything.” 

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[lunarbuck]

Dance With The Devil (5)

Pairing: mafia!Loki x f!reader (any race)

WC: 5.7k

Summary: You and Loki are running out of time.

Warnings: fear, illness (hospitals), swearing, abduction

A/N: we're getting to the end my friends!! I intended for this series to only have 7 chapters with #7 being the epilogue. We'll see how that actually turns out lol but I hope you enjoy this chapter <3

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Chapter 4 / Chapter 6

Flower

When you wake up, the soreness between your legs makes itself known. You decide to soak in the bath to ease it, but honestly, you don’t mind how it feels. You enjoy the reminder of what Loki did to you yesterday. 

Something came over him when he was fucking you, something primal and needy. You loved every second of it. You’ve never felt that way before, never wanted someone that much. Just the thought of it sends heat shooting through you. You’re tempted to reach your fingers beneath the water to soothe yourself. Maybe Loki will come barging in again to watch.

You’ve never wanted someone to watch you touch yourself before; you’ve always been quite shy when it comes to intimacy. You don’t know what possessed you not to close off when he made his presence known, but truthfully you liked it. You liked the way he looked at you, the way he so desperately wanted to replace your hands with his.

You sink below the surface of the water, submerging your head, and try to clear your mind. Now isn’t the time to spiral into your fantasies.

That little voice of doubt in your mind has been getting louder and louder since you woke up today. You’ve let your thoughts stray too far. You’ve forgotten why you’re here in the first place.

Loki was going to kidnap your father, possibly kill him, if you hadn’t traded your life for his. 

Your heart sinks as you think of papa. You haven’t been able to contact him, and guilt pours through your chest as you recall the state you’d found him in. 

Part of you wants to think that Griffin would help out, considering he was willing to help you find your father in the first place, but since you made no arrangements before throwing yourself at Loki’s feet, there are no guarantees. 

You decide that today you’ll demand that Loki at least let you speak to your father; if not visit him so you can make sure he is taken care of.

With that, you finish washing and get ready for the day.

When you step out of your room, the mansion is bustling with nervous energy. Loki’s men hurry through the halls, speaking frantically into their phones. You’re barely able to make it to the kitchen without being trampled.

Mrs. Peters greets you with a kind smile, though you can tell she is worried about something as she stirs some sort of batter.

“Good morning,” you say, gathering the materials for a quick breakfast. 

“Morning, dear,” she replies, watching you with careful eyes.

You make your breakfast and try to ignore how Mrs. Peters looks at you. What is she so worried about? “What’s going on?” Mrs. Peters stops her mixing and drops her eyes.

“Just the start of a busy week, is all,” she announces a bit loudly. You raise your eyebrows but decide not to push for more details.

Tense silence settles in the kitchen, and Mrs. Peters becomes visibly uncomfortable with it. “It’s Loki’s birthday at the end of the week.” She says it more to the batter than you, but you hear it anyway. Why does his birthday cause such a strain on the household?

“What’s the big deal then?” Mrs. Peters shakes her head, but you know she will answer.

“It’s not my place, dear…” She pours the batter into a pan and flits around the kitchen, gathering new ingredients. “But this birthday is significant. There’s a lot riding on it.”

Pieces of the conversation you’d overheard the other day come back to the forefront of your mind. 

He’s running out of time.  

“Are there any special plans for Friday, then?” You ask, trying not to sound too curious. Mrs. Peters worries her lip between her teeth.

“No, Loki detests his birthday. We try not to draw attention to the date. Even though this birthday is important, we are doing our best not to dwell on it.” 

How could someone hate their birthday? Though, you suppose if someone is going to hate their birthday, Loki fits the bill. You continue trying to put the puzzle together in your mind as you eat but don’t get far. Loki has done a good job of keeping you in the dark when it comes to his personal business.

You haven’t dared to step foot in the west wing since the night you witnessed him kill the bound man. That doubtful voice has gained confidence, and it makes sure to remind you that you gave yourself to that same man. He has blood on his hands, and you let him touch you. You let him in and allowed yourself to be vulnerable with him.

Your head pounds with guilt and confusion; you’re torn. This angry side of you knows how awful it is that you’ve let Loki get so close. But this other side, this soft and comforting side, knows that you’re only human. Loki is caring; he isn’t cruel to you.

He is such a different man to you than he is to the outside world. Why does he have to make this so hard for you?

You wander through the halls after cleaning up your breakfast dishes, unsure of where you’re going. Your feet lead you to the library, and your chest tightens at the sight of the chair Loki fucked you in. Heat settles in your belly at the thought, making you clench.

Levi startles you with his presence as he pops his head out from behind one of the shelves, and you’re grateful for the distraction.

“Salut, ma chérie!” He coos, tossing himself unceremoniously onto the couch. You join him, picking up a book on your way over.

“Why aren’t you out stressing like the rest of Loki’s men?” You ask, flipping open the book. Levi rolls his eyes and runs a hand through his already slicked-back hair.

“Because I don’t give a shit.” His blunt response surprises you, but you try not to show it. “I think everyone is overreacting. It’ll be okay in the end.” Levi winks as if you’re in on the secret and grins to himself.

“Well, have you seen Loki? I have something I need to ask him.” Levi huffs a laugh while he shakes his head.

“The boss man is holed up in his office; you’re not gonna see much of him anytime soon.” You deflate a bit at that. You can’t really bargain with Loki if you can’t find him. 

You and Levi remain in the library for most of the day, only getting up to find food or hide from Cade, who apparently is on a mission to get Levi to do his job. 

On days like this, it’s easy to imagine that you could do this forever. It’s easy to forget that Loki is the man who holds you captive. This beautiful mansion is your make-believe home, not your prison. How long will you be able to keep up the illusion?

Loki stays cooped up in his office for days, and to be honest, you don’t know what to do with yourself without him. You read, draw, and explore the mansion, but you’re itching for something new. 

It dawns on you that at this rate, the only time you’ll see Loki is his birthday, when he’s bound to be in a foul mood. He’ll probably deny your request the second you say it if he’s already angry.

Well, screw that. 

You recruit Levi and Mrs. Peters to help you with your plan, even though they’re hesitant. You can tell they’re desperate to make the week go well, and if everything comes together how you hope it will, he’ll have a good birthday for the first time in years.

Loki

Though it brings me great pain, I do not see my beauty for most of the week. I spend my days locked in the west wing, pacing, furious. My father’s men are relentless; they constantly remind me of the arrangement and how I have failed to find a bride. 

The mere sight of my flower, that beautiful woman, makes fire stream through my veins. It would be easy enough to force her to marry me, but I have no desire to force her into that. I have done enough to her while she has been captive here. I’ve already taken advantage.

Cade has shown me the files of a few women to marry that my father’s men won’t be able to find an issue with, but I shoot him down. I want no one, just her . She is the only one for me now. I’m ruined.

So delightfully ruined.

Thursday rolls around sooner than I had hoped, and I have not found a way out of my father’s idiotic deal. Why the man had to make my life so difficult from the grave is beyond me, but I know truly he just wanted me to be happy. He wanted me to be able to take care of our legacy.

I have never had friends or companions outside the people working for our family; he wanted more for me. I want to carry on our traditions and be the head of our family’s mafia, but if it means marrying some woman I don’t give two shits about, I won’t do it. I will refuse if it means I can no longer be with my flower.

The rose she gave me all those days ago in the garden still rests on my desk. It has not wilted, and none of the petals show any sign of aging in the slightest. It’s as if she put a spell on it, dusted a bit of magic upon the thing. 

My fingers trace over the stem, feeling the thorns as they threaten to prick my skin. 

An obnoxious patterned knock on my door draws me away from the flower, already knowing who is about to waltz through.

Levi strolls through the entryway, a mischievous gleam in his eye. I don’t like it.

“Good evening, Boss,” he says with a sing-song tone.

“Good evening, Levi.” I turn my attention to my computer. If he wants to say something, he’ll say it, but I don’t feel like poking the bear right now.

“You got plans tonight?” He asks, laughing. He knows I don’t.

I raise an eyebrow in response.

“Well, you do now.” Levi wiggles his eyebrows in a way that makes me feel quite unsettled but provides no further information. He motions for me to stand, and for some reason, I do. 

I follow Levi out of my office and the west wing. As we walk, nerves tighten in my chest. I fuss with my shirt collar and my hair, ensuring everything is in place, but really I just need something to do with my hands. 

Levi leads me into a quiet room on the opposite side of the mansion that I haven’t been in for years. When my parents owned the home, it was somewhat of a study. With my office, I have had no use for it. So when I walk in and see a dining table set for two, I’m shocked.

I walk over to the table and find a simple homemade meal, though I can quickly tell that Mrs. Peters hasn’t cooked it. Levi’s fading steps alert me to his departure, but I don’t bother to say anything to him.

The table has a dainty bouquet of roses as the centerpiece, and it dawns on me who has put this all together. I turn around and step out of the room to look for her when I spot her at the top of the staircase just down the hall.

She looks beautiful; an angel sent down from heaven to save me from this hellish world. I make my way to the bottom of the stairs and watch as my flower descends toward me.

Her dress is long, trailing behind her on the stairs as she walks. Pieces of fabric fall off her shoulders, making her look like a princess straight out of one of her fairytale books. The color suits her skin beautifully, as if it were created just for her. I have never seen anyone or anything more stunning.

I am shamelessly staring at her, and she drops her eyes sheepishly as if she isn’t used to the attention, as if she is unaware of how I have watched her since she arrived. 

My beauty reaches the floor, and I offer her my arm. She wraps her hand around my elbow, her dainty fingers sending shivers up my spine. Up close, I can see the way her dress shimmers. The bodice is form-fitting, showing off her curves, and I can’t help but imagine what it would look like on my bedroom floor.

The two of us walk back into the study-turned-dining room, and I do all the gentlemanly things, like pull out her chair and serve her first. This seems to fluster her, and I can’t get enough of it.

“Do you like it?” She asks, a hint of nerves in her words. The candles on the table create a warm glow, bathing her in soft light. 

“Yes, my flower, this is lovely.” She smiles, and it warms something deep inside of me. I want her to always look at me like this.

“I’m glad. It wasn’t the easiest to set up, but I wanted to do something special,” she says, sipping her glass of wine. I cock my head, thinking about the mess that’s been created by me not having completed my end of the deal with my father.

I must make a face at the thought because her eyebrows come together; she’s worried.

“I know you don’t like your birthday, but it’s not your birthday, so this isn’t a birthday thing. Don’t start twisting it around, okay?” Her words are stern, and a genuine smile plasters itself upon my lips. 

“Well, thank you for the not-birthday dinner. It’s a nice break from all the shit going on in the house.” My flower nods as I return to my meal. I notice her get up and walk to the corner of the room, where she places a record on a turntable. Music plays through hidden speakers, filling the room with new warmth and energy. 

We eat the rest of our food in silence, listening to music. After eating my fill, I sit back and watch her. My flower’s head bobs to the beat, and her fingers tap the table to the melody as if she’s playing the piano. There is still so much I have to learn about her, so many secrets for me to uncover.

As I blatantly admire her, she stands and walks over to me, brushing her hands down the skirt of her dress.

“Loki,” she begins, taking a big breath. “Would you dance with me?” I’m taken aback by her request. Even though we’ve shared such intimate moments, we have never exchanged simple touches. I have never held her in a soft, gentle way. I hadn’t thought she’d want it.

“Of course,” I say, standing beside her. I tower over her, but she does not shrink under my gaze.

If anything, she blooms .

I take her hand and walk her to the more open side of the room. My hands find her waist while her fingers settle on my shoulders.

The piece playing through the speakers is slow, so we sway to it. I lead us in the only dance I know, occasionally twirling her around. Her eyes sparkle despite the dim light, and I practically drown in them.

Holding her so close to me, being able to feel her pressed against me, makes me want to pour my heart out to her. I want her to be here, to be mine, forever. Not my prisoner, not my captive, but mine .

And I want to be hers, to be the one she relies on in this life. Not her captor, but hers . I’ll show her just how much I trust her, just how much I need her.

The piece ends, but she doesn’t pull away. She continues to look up at me, watching my face. I kiss her. It's more gentle than anything we've done together. The way her lips part for me, the feeling of her pressed against me, it's almost too much. But it's not enough all at the same time. 

The soft smile she wears doesn’t fade even as I guide her out of the room and toward the west wing.

When we arrive at the doors, we open them together. With one of her hands held in mine, I lead her down the hall, through my office, and out onto the balcony. The clouds have parted, revealing a sky full of stars for us to gaze at. The air is unseasonably warm, but I enjoy it.

What I actually enjoy is her.

Being out here with her brings me great peace, something I have not experienced before. I reach into my pocket and feel the velvet box I’d put in there earlier.

Her hands rest on the balcony railing, and I bring out the box from my pocket. Inside is a simple silver necklace with a green stone pendant on it. It’s delicate and dainty; I don’t see her as the flashy jewelry type.

“Loki,” she questions. “What’s going on?” I give her a small smile and show her the necklace. 

“Do you like it?” It had been my mother’s, once upon a time. It feels right to give it to her.

“It’s beautiful.” I step behind her and fasten the necklace around her neck, letting my fingers linger on her skin as I brush her hair away.

She looks perfect. The necklace suits her, and I love seeing her in my favorite color.

“My beauty,” I say quietly, trying not to ruin the moment. She looks up at me, eyes reflecting the stars. “Are you happy here with me?” She hesitates, tugging her lip between her teeth. Despite this, she smiles.

“Yes.” Her eyes drift to the town below, and I can tell her thoughts are far away. While I am thrilled that she is happy here, whatever is pulling her away is clearly upsetting her.

“What is it?” I hold one of her hands, rubbing my thumb back and forth over her soft skin.

“If only I could see papa again. Even just for a moment,” she whispers. I reach out my other hand and cup her cheek, turning her so she looks at me. Tears gather in the corners of her eyes, but she blinks them away, not allowing them to fall. “I miss him so much.”

Guilt and disappointment pang in my gut. But I want her to be happy. I want her to enjoy life here with me. I brush over the soft skin of her cheek with my thumb. “There is a way.”

I leave her side and walk into my office. I have surveillance software installed on Maurice’s phone, though I’m sure he’s unaware of it. I pull up his information on my laptop and bring it onto the balcony. 

“What’s this?” I don’t want to explain it to her because I know it will upset her to remember why she’s here in the first place, but there is no way around it.

“Surveillance software on your father’s phone. One of my men installed it a while ago when he started missing payments to us.” Her brows furrow, but I continue explaining what we see on the screen. His location and where he’s been throughout the day, texts, emails, and phone calls.

“Where is he now?” I go to the map that shows his exact location, and my chest tightens.

“He’s at the hospital.” I won’t sugarcoat it; I won’t hide this from her. A notification pops up to indicate he’s active on his phone. “We can call him if you’d like.”

My flower nods quickly, chewing on her lower lip. “Yes, please.”

I pull out my phone, dial his number, and hand it to her. She takes my hand and squeezes it tightly in silent thanks. I bring that hand up to my lips and kiss her soft skin. This will change everything, I already know.

Wanting to give her privacy, I step back into my office. I don’t shut the doors. I sit at my desk and wait.

It feels like forever before she returns. When she comes into my office, tears stream down her face. Her chest heaves with her breaths. I quickly go to her side and place my hands on her face, wiping away her tears with my thumb.

“It’s papa,” she hiccups. “He’s sick; he may be dying. And he’s all alone.” I feel my stone heart crack at her words. My eyes drift around the office as I think about this place. Over the years, the house has become my prison; it only felt like home when she arrived.

I surprise myself by speaking. “Then-- then you must go to him.”

Her eyes go wide. They’re glazed over with tears, but I can practically see stars in them. “What did you say?

I take a deep breath, moving my hands to cup the back of her head. “I release you. You are no longer my prisoner.” A new round of tears spill onto her face as she rests her head in my hands.

“You mean... I’m free?”

“Yes.” The word is a dagger in my heart.

“Oh, thank you.” I watch as her tears leave shiny tracks on her soft skin. She turns her attention to the phone in her hand and speaks to it as if her father can still hear her. “Hold on, Papa. I’m on my way.” Her words are solid and sure despite her tears.

Her fingers move to grip her necklace’s pendant before finding the clasp at the back of her neck. She begins to remove it, but I place a hand over hers to stop her.

“Take it with you, so you’ll always have a way to remember me.” She sucks in a shaky breath and nods.

“Thank you for understanding how much he needs me.” I swipe my thumb over her damp cheek, unable to form a response. 

She slowly steps out of my grasp and turns to leave. Just as she steps away, she reaches out her hand and places it on my cheek. Her lip quivers, but she does not speak.

I watch as she rushes back into the house and out of my life.

Levi and Cade move out of the way as she runs past them. They both walk quickly to catch up to me while I step onto the balcony.

“Well, Boss,” Levi says excitedly. “I must say everything is going according to plan. I knew you had it in you.” He claps me on the shoulder, but I do not turn to face him. Instead, I stare out at the land in front of me.

“I let her go.”

Cade scoffs. “You what? How could you do that?” I should scold him, reprimand him, but I can’t. Not right now.

“I had to.” My words must convey my feelings, my heartache, because he backs down.

“Why?”

“Because,” I say quietly, watching as my flower makes her way across the driveway. “I love her.”

Cade and Levi stand in stunned silence before leaving me to my thoughts. I don’t even notice their exit, too focused on what I have lost.

It is impossible to tear my eyes off her as she runs. She is bathed in moonlight. It washes over her in an ethereal way, making her look as if she were created from the stars. She doesn’t look back when she makes it to the front gate. She keeps moving.

She runs away from me, from everything I have given her.

Though she leaves her possessions behind, she has ripped my heart out and brought it with her. She clutches it between her little fingers.

As much as I yearn to follow, as much as I wish I could chase after her and pull her into my grasp, I am rooted where I stand.

I cannot move; fate will not have it. Destiny has leashed me, tethered me to this spot.

A strange peace washes over me as she fades from my view, melting into the skyline.

She will never truly leave me. Even if I never see her again, she has a piece of me, and I her. I will never forget it, the moments spent in her embrace, no matter how I may try. No matter how painful it may be.

Her stubborn nature, her laughter ringing through the air, it will be part of me forever.

I do not move; I barely breathe as I wait. I know she will not return, but I cannot convince my heart of this truth.

I take my first step when the sun begins to rise, and the moon has fallen. My bones ache, screaming at me to wait just a few moments longer, but I quiet the thoughts. 

I find my way to my room, seeing the ghost of her in the corridors. Her footsteps pressed into the carpet, her fingers trailing the trim on the walls. I step into the room I’d given her when she first arrived. The blankets are still rumpled from the last time she slept on them. No one has changed them.

As if in a trance, I find myself climbing into the bed, surrounding myself with her smell.

It hasn’t faded yet.

I pull the blankets around me and tug the pillow from under my head, clutching it to my chest.

My heart aches for her as I bury my head in the pillow. In this moment, I know that she will torment me forever.

I wonder if I will torment her.

I hope so. 

Flower

You run until your legs feel like jelly, and then you run some more. Despite feeling like you're about to collapse, you push and push until you get to the hospital. It's a miracle that you didn't pass out on the way.

When you arrive, a woman directs you to your father's room. Relief washes over you as you walk into the room and see your father lying on the hospital bed. 

"Papa?" You ask gently. He stirs from his sleep, and his eyes shoot open when he sees you. "It's all right, Papa. I'm here."

Tears pool in your father's eyes as you sit beside him on the bed. You carefully wrap your arms around his shoulders, not wanting to cause discomfort.

"I thought I'd never see you again," he whispers.

"I missed you so much." Beneath the smell of hospital, you find the comforting smell of home. 

"But, what about Loki… How did you escape?" You pull away and shake your head, wiping your father's tears from his cheek.

"I didn't escape, Papa. He let me go." Your father's brows pull together skeptically.

"That horrible man– he let you go?" You cringe at his words and the way your father eyes the beautiful dress you’re still wearing. Even though you probably should’ve changed out of it, you find comfort in knowing that Loki got it for you.

"But he's different now, Papa," you explain gently. "He's changed somehow." Your father shakes his head, but he's not denying what you're saying. He loves and believes you, but it might take time for him to understand.

A sharp knock on the door startles you and your father. A man you recognize as Jack Rollins, the one who attacked you all those nights ago, barges in along with four other men dressed all in black tactical gear. 

Before you can even call for help, they pounce, dragging you and your father from the hospital bed and onto the ground. Fabric is shoved into your mouth, which is then duct taped shut before you're hauled up by one of the men. Your father receives the same treatment, and you thrash against the man holding you.

The men carry you and your father out of the hospital, and no one, not one single person, does anything to stop them. You had no idea Jack and whoever he works for are so powerful. They throw you into the back of a van, binding your wrists and ankles to prevent your escape and drive away.

When the car finally stops moving, you’re pulled out and dropped on the ground in an old lot with only a freight container in it. You try to take in your surroundings to figure out where you are, but you have no clue. Nothing around here gives you hints about the location. Everything is happening too fast; your brain doesn’t have time to catch up.

A fleet of black SUVs pull up to the lot. Out of the first one climbs Griffin.

Bile rises in your throat at the sight of him. He was supposed to help you find your father; he was supposed to be one of the good ones. You should’ve known that his golden retriever personality was a façade. 

Griffin walks toward you, concern written all across his face. He reaches down and picks you up, untying your binds and carefully peeling off the tape from your face. The second your hands are free, you push him away.

“What the fuck is going on?” You shout, tossing your gag onto the ground. Griffin places a hand on your shoulder, and you shrug him off, hating the way his hand feels on you. 

“I’m so glad you’re safe,” he says, getting close to you again. This time, he grips your arm so hard you think it’ll leave bruises. 

“And to answer your question,” a new man says, approaching you from where he’d been leaning against one of the cars. “We’re here to collect you and your father.” The man is tall, but not as tall as Loki, with short chestnut brown hair.

“Collect?” You size up the new man and try not to show your intimidation. You can tell just by looking at him that he’s wealthy. His clothes and shoes are high-end. He’s practically broadcasting how rich he is.

“Yes. Collect. My name is Helmut Zemo. You and your father are of great value to the Zemo Family. With your help, we can take down the Laufeyson Family permanently, ridding this town of his filthy ways.” Your heart practically stops beating in your chest. 

That night Jack Rollins had tried to take you was because of Zemo. He’s trying to take down Loki using you.

“I won’t let you,” you say, trying to sound more confident than you truly are. You have no idea how you’ll stop them. 

“He’s an awful man,” Griffin says from beside you, using his grip on your arm to turn you back toward him. “He’s done despicable things.”

Helmut pulls his phone out of his pocket and comes closer. He hands you the phone, and you see footage of Loki beating up a man and then killing him. Over and over, but each time, it is a new man on the receiving end of Loki’s fury. Levi and Cade are there, throwing punches and assisting their boss.

This is the side of Loki you saw that night in the west wing. This violent version of him is the one that killed the bound man. 

You’ve always known Loki is not an angel; he’s done awful things in his life, but you know he would never hurt you. And he’s changed. He’s kinder to his staff. He just seems… better.

Your voice catches in your throat at the sight of Loki in the footage. “I know he seems vicious, but he’s kind and gentle.” Your heart tugs in your chest. “He’s not the beast you think he is.” The men around you burst out in laughter, Griffin the loudest of them all.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you had feelings for this monster.” He rips the screen from your hands and stares down at the image of Loki.

“He’s no monster, Griffin. You are!” You spit the words at him like fire, trying to burn him.

Griffin turns to the men around him, an incredulous look on his face. “She’s as crazy as the old man.”

Helmut leans down in front of you, so you have to look into his eyes. “Loki had no issue taking you; what makes you think he won’t come for other women? Other daughters? He’ll come after them in the night like the boogieman.” His voice is calm, so eerily calm. 

Your eyes flit from man to man, hoping to see something, anything to show that they don’t believe any of the shit he’s spouting, but all you see is them nodding. Agreeing with Griffin and Helmut’s lies. “No,” you whimper as Griffin’s smile grows, stretching across his face.

“We’re not safe until his head is mounted on my wall,” Griffin spits. “I say we kill him.” His voice sounds nothing like him; this is not the Griffin you thought you knew.

Helmut’s men cheer and laugh at the announcement. 

A few men approach Helmut, who switches the screen from old footage of Loki to blueprints of the house. They exchange plans on how best to infiltrate the house, how to make his death slow and painful. 

A sob wracks your body at their words. “No! I won’t let you do this,” you shout, drawing Griffin’s attention back to you. He pulls you toward him, so you land on his chest, and you push against him, forcing him back a step. He just laughs at you.

“And here I thought you could be so helpful.” Griffin grips your chin and squeezes it like you’re a child. “If you’re not with us, you’re against us. Bring the old man.” Griffin grabs your upper arm again, and you claw at his grip. It is no use. As you fight against him, you see Helmut grab your father, dragging him toward the freight container. 

“Get your hands off him!” You scream, voice laced with pain. Zemo and Griffin throw you and your father into the container and bolt it shut before you have the chance to even stand.

“We can’t have them running off to warn the beast,” Griffin taunts, knocking loudly on the metal container.

“Let us out!” You scream, but no one responds.

You set your father free of his binds, instantly able to see that he’s in pain. 

“How will we get out of here?” Your father asks, rubbing his wrists where the binds had been.

“I don’t know, Papa. I don’t know.”

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💫A goofy AHHH review💫

hey guys it's ya boi Rusty here again!! and I'm here to review:

Yes yes, I can hear y'all now saying "but it's made for kids" "bro why are u watching this" 🤓☝

Stop right there, bud. ✋

This show is pretty good so far, all things considered! I decided to watch it for the nostalgia (and for mah boi Smee ofc!)!! I watched this show a little bit when I was younger, so I remember it fairly well. I was pleasantly surprised to find that it isn't cringe! (Well, some parts are a little iffy but we'll get to that in a minute.) It's actually tolerable and even made me laugh at some parts!

💫The songs💫

The songs aren't that good, in fact their kinda cringe. (But ofc I gotta go easy on this show cuz yes, it is intended for little kids with no brain cells.) At the end of every episode (wich usually consists of two episodes ranging from 15 minutes long each, making up the 30 minute mark.) There's these two ideots called Sharky and Bones who sing a song, and it's cringe. The lyrics arent funny, and their singing isn't even that good. I get that the humer is supposed to have zero brain cells, but come on guys. U gotta try a bit harder than that. The background music for the episodes is ok, nothing I would casually listen to though.

💫The characters💫

We have a few new characters to add to the Peter Pan universe by the names of Jake, Cubby (WHY ARE THEIR TWO CUBBYS?!), Izzy, Skully, Sharky and Bones. (And Captain Hook and Mr. Smee of course!!) The character designs are good, they work well for everyone, except Hook. Hook just looks weird in this art style honestly. And at first I didn't like Smee's design in this, but it grew on me. (The og is still better though!) In fact, he might even look kinda cute! :D

The voice acting for them is great too!! Its very expressive and something you wouldn't normally get from a kids show. The new voice actors for Smee and Hook almost sound IDENTICAL to the og's! There are some minor differences, but nothing to really make me get annoyed at. The animation is smooth and fluid too! I can tell that they used computer Riggs, but it's barely even noticeable! Which from what I heard, computer Riggs are pretty hard to do. So thats honestly impressive!

💫The insecurities of Jake and The Neverland Pirates💫

First off, I wanna talk about how Smee is portrayed. In the og movie, he's supposed to be a bumbling ideot (but a lovable ideot imo!). In this series, he seems to have a few brain cells, which I dislike. They didn't stay true to his character! Neither did they with Hook. He isn't that goofy anymore, neither is he evil, but he's in between. I can't really describe it, but something is off with his personality.

Like I said before, the music isn't very good, and neither is the pacing of each episode. It's inconsistent and feels too slow at times. The plot points for each episode are predictable too. The kids find something to play with, and Hook wants whatever it is and steals it and they take it back etc etc. The dabloons make no sense either! They collect dabloons each episode for their chest, but why?! What does it accomplish?! Maybe Im not smart enough to understand but that makes no sense to me. It's repetitive too, but not to the point where u want to shove a gun into the side of your head and call it quits. Like I said, it's tollerable! It does feel like Micky Mouse Clubhouse though (I HATE MICKEY MOUSE CLUBHOUSE.), but with Peter pan 💀

💫Conclusion💫

I like this show, and I think it's cute! It has potential!! Maybe just get rid of the repetitiveness and the cringe songs and it could be good! I reccomend this is you want the nostalgia from your chilhood (well technically I'm still a kid but whatever LOL)!!

That's my thoughts on this show! I haven't finished the first season yet, but maybe my views will change, but well see. But when they do, I'll keep u posted!! Thanks for reading this and I hope you have a spectacular day/night!!! I love you :D❤❤

(Oh yeah one last thing I gotta note is that Smee actually referred to Hook as "your greatness" 🤨 idk man..)

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Here are headcanons bc i decided im not going to wait for someone to ask for them bc im not a wuss PT. 1

I SAID IT BEFORE AND ILL SAY IT AGAIN

REGULUS ARCTURUS BLACK IS REALLY FUCKING TALL

Remus and lily are also pretty tall

James and sirius are short kings

peter's average height and hes chill with that

hes also carries himself really like idk proper? idk. He just unconsciously has really good posture. its so fuckin elegant (Bc you KNOW that shit was drilled into him asap. sirius was the same way i think lol. I think my mans literally trained himself to slouch.)

ALSO- I regulus has autism (ik its a popular hc but idc if its popular i agree with it and i love everyone being nd and gay and pwinpiwnpinqfp I NEED REPRESENTATION ALR??)

Reg also has bipolar disorder and anxiety ptsd and depression

Sirius has bpd and ocd and ptsd bc i have bpd and ocd and i said so

james has adhd

remus has depression and anxiety

peter is the token nt friend lmao once again hes just chillin

hes vv supportive tho and is as helpful as he can be you wont catch him slippin and being ignorant and weird about his friends and they mental illness. Nuh-uh no sir.

Ok so i dunno much about the slytherin skittles or like Marlene, dorcus (is she apart of slytherin skittles?? idk man) ,mary, etc etc

But i see them everywhere in the fandom sooooo yall best be aware ive gotten attached to these fuckers

Marlene

She is SO FUCKIN HOT

Gods

So hot

She could step on me

Her and sirius are besties. Leather jacket duo if you will.

OK BUT REGULUS IN PLATFORMS???

Just thought of that and i am in love

Ugh this man is my everything

i honestly just wanna be his best friend

deadass

but anyways

i actually like the idea of regulus and sirius having similar music tastes and exchanging music reccs

dont come at me lmao

Literally reggie and sirius are just 2 sides of the same coin

this post is getting really fuckin long. BUT IDC

i wanna talk about my VERY MUCH ALIVE AND WELL AND HAPPY gay wizards

i dont know much about other cultures or anything like that.

so im not gonna go willy nilly and assign a bunch of headcanons on race or ethnicity or whatever

but i am TELLING YOU, YEA YOU

my wizard babies were not all white

We can all agree on this yes?

james has a little bump on the bridge of his nose.

And dimples

regulus and sirius getting drunk would either be really really funny or really really depressing

There is no in between

regulus is the type to not heavily drink all too often but when he does? my mans is blackout

the next morning? he dont know shit, legit if he DOES remember anything? hes like "mustve been a funky dream"

Yes regulus says funky

i honestly dont gaf that marauders era is set in like the 70's

Regulus deadass acts like gen Z incarnated, and you wouldnt be able to snatch this from my cold dead hands

even then i wouldnt let go

id wake up to bitch slap you

bitch

ANYWAYS

I think that regulus has like really explosive anger and sirius actually has like the quiet, you know im angry, what'cha gonna do about it?

my logic is that regulus has for the longest time kept all of his emotions and opinions to himself bc he literally couldnt express them because he was barely surviving as is

regulus speaking his mind about anything would be suicide

Now the opposite is for sirius ofc

sirius from pretty early got to scream and shout what he thought and felt until he lost his voice

He got a lot of it out of his system

he hasnt HAD to bottle up enough anger to be explosive

Also jus sayin i set all of this in a everyone lives, nobody dies universe

voldemort is killed in the 1st war because regulus survived the cave and ended up on Order of the phoenix's doorstep bein like

"Let me in, i got sum shit to tell you"

Man's is soaking wet and has a look so intense noone can tell him no

And so my mans joins the order and ends the war MUCH MUCH EARLIER

pop off buddy

love ya, mean it

nobody really trusted him at first

and i mean it

regulus was vv alienated at first (Not by dorcus, but dorcus is only one person and cant keep the caution and disgust and animosity away completely)

and you know what??

He was hurt he was angry he was depressed and he was so so over this shit

So he screamed until he was hoarse and told them to get their heads outta their asses bc he was here to help and here to stay

he knows he fucked up and he is self aware to know that he couldve been called the "bad guy" on many occasions

but that doesnt fuckin matter anymore because hes apart of their little hero club now and he is not being shunned just because he was a dumb kid who made mistakes

long story short my dudes like "SO-if you're going to talk shit, either say it to my face or keep quiet. ight?"

vv quickly after that people choose to keep quiet and actually yknow interact with him and see for themselves that he is not the boogie man hiding under their bed waiting to fuck them over.

I love angry, unhinged, doesnt gaf anymore regulus

Hes been through too much to be calm cool and collected towards people who he doesnt give a shit about (i mean he will but still)

ANYWAYS (can you tell i have adhd? if not i vv much am)

Regulus yanks his school besties (Even and barty) away from voldemort. I think my mans straight up yoinked them.

after the war he reaches out to pandora

this is getting really long so i will make another part lmao

LOOK YOU CANT BLAME ME

these characters couldve been so dynamic and complex

and jkr ROBBED US

#jkr is trash #i hate her #anyways #I love my dead gay wizards #Except they aren't dead :) #jegulus headcanon #james x regulus #james & peter & remus & sirius #peter pettigrew #regulus #sirius and regulus #marauders era #harry potter fandom #regulus headcanon #regulus being regulus #regulus and evan and barty #regulus deserved better #black brothers

[i-lovethatforme]

Babes when 😭

https://twitter.com/ao3tagsbot/status/1560084139469971457?s=21&t=K5BHxzj5WhhjhokiCtQvEQ

And also could you pretty please share a few lines from one of your WIP? (Bonus if there’s anything you can share from DMIHOM or IYLMLML, but I’d take anything from you 💕💕💕)

And also also where you thinking about possibly doing a sequel or something for Ghosts because that is like just 😭😭😭🥰🥰🥰

cackling!!!! and you're so right for that... the make up break up make up break up... it's peter mj gold!!!! as long as it ends w lovers and ty!

also ofc here you go!💕💕💕

this is a longer snip of a new untitled until i bully wake into thinking of one for me or open spotify on shuffle:

“No.”

“Peter -”

“No.”

“You haven’t even heard -”

“I don’t need to hear it, man. You want me to go with her?!” Peter practically spits. It’s probably the angriest he’s ever been at Ned if he’s honest and Peter doesn’t like it, so he dials it back a little.

“Okay, calm down, Rocky,” Ned scoffs, as he furiously types on the keyboard. Peter knows he doesn’t need to be his guy in the chair right now, so he’s probably talking to Betty who will no doubt be trying the same tactics on Michelle.

“I’m not asking you to fall back in love -”

“Woah, woahhhh,” Peter squeaks, missing the lamppost with his web. He saves it. Kind of - he’ll pretend he didn’t see the child laughing. “Who said love? It was never love.”

Ned sighs and Peter just knows his face is a picture of annoyance but Peter holds his ground. He was never in love with Michelle. They were friends. Best friends. And sure he loved her but he wasn’t in love with her. 

But then, of course, he had all these feelings before he realised she was a backstabbing traitor. So. No, he doesn’t want to go to // with her. 

“Fine,” Ned says with an obvious roll of his eyes. “If it’s not about love, then what’s the big deal? Open the door for her, hold her hand when people are watching, try not to kill each other over the appetisers.”

“You are the worst best friend I’ve ever had,” Peter groans. 

“I’m the only best friend you’ve ever had,” Ned mutters. 

Peter lets it go even though Ned knows he heard him. The people next door probably heard him. The criminal Peter is on the hunt for probably heard him. 

And it’s not like he doesn’t want to help Ned out, he really, truly does but there’s a part of him, a shallow, insecure part, that doesn’t want to say yes because he just knows there’s no way Michelle would ever even - 

“MJ already agreed.”

Oh.

Oh - wait.

“She what?!”

this is from the last chap of dmihom 💕💕💕 (i might have shared this part already but we are in spoiler territory right out the gate w this one so sorry) (also nsfw lol):

Her fingers swipe across her clit quickly. There’s no resemblance of a pattern anymore and she can’t tell if she wants to come before he enters the room and pretend she was simply chilling and ever so slightly sweaty - or if she wants him to come and finish her off.

“Oh come on,” he groans, his voice sounding far too familiar in the way that drives her insane and she figures one, she’s spent too long trying to picture two guys as one and two, she never had a choice - she was always going to wait for him. 

“How was it?” she pants. 

“I can barely remember my name, MJ, let alone anything that happened five seconds ago.”

“Dramatic,” she drawls, trying to hide the longing in her tone but it’s useless. She’d be surprised if Spidey couldn’t hear her panting from four blocks away. 

“Want some help baby?”

and this is the next chap of iylmlml 💕💕💕:

Although, somewhere in her mess of thoughts - of wondering whether she should hate Peter for not coming for her, wondering whether he's only talking to her as Spider-Man because he's lonely and not at all because he wants to, or wondering if she'll ever get over the want to talk to him all the time. 

Somewhere in all that mess, she wonders if she'll ever not be head over heels for him.

ghosts 💕💕💕: rip me atp! but i am thinking about it! venom peter my beloved xxxxxxxxxx

#ask #dmihom fic #iylmlml fic #wake think of a title please and thankyou fic

[coralsgrimes]

honestly, I would have more respect for him if he would finally stand by her completely, no matter what others think... and if he had balls, he would do that.. why this paranoia? does he hide under the table when photos are taken or what? is he afraid that the girls in love will jump off because the prince is now taken? The people who deal with him intensively know about it anyway and the rest are so-so interested, he will survive the few people who will unfollow.. you are over 40, grow up

People tend to forget that he does kind of stand by her as a friend for years now (except when he was letting his fangirls/random trolls tear her apart to save his face???) sooooo romantic or not, he made a lot of bad choices lately and twin flames flaming is just a small part of it. No respect 🦁 did ye notice AGAIN that the switch between only friends and something more is also the shitshow switch. Like it's fucking ridiculous to me but guess years long friendship is not as bad as secret relationship lol

The paranoia... I spoke about it so many times. If ye wanna a proof he is absolutely faking his Benny persona and don't wanna his Mr Hyde to pop up, well it's right there. There are so many actually famous people who can stay private, yet they are not as obsessive as our lil bastard. There's a difference between being private and actively hiding. Guess which Benny is practicing? also not to mention not as many peeps are actually interested in him soooo

Will he survive fangirls jumping ship? I actually was thinking lately that it's something more than them girlies....

Last year? Liking sprees on twitter/insta every time Jules made her claims on his dick. Just to keep them around so he can promote the music so it was about them cuz they are the only target. Point to fangirls, boys down.

Last December? He was having meltdowns over christmas dinner. He cried over the mash to salt it x.x barely survived, and then searched his name to like a tweet (made by grown ass woman) that was babying him and telling him he's a perfect good little boy, obvi said in that Madelyn's voice. The fandom got over it and he came back around. No questions asked. Point to fangirls, Benny cries when they mean.

BUT THEN! August/September? He was disintegrating on our eyes. Why? Cuz it got bigger than the fandom. Boy hid from everyone cuz he could not take it. If not for the housewives loving his Narnia baby-face, bunch of russian girlies and well-german-wishes, he would end up like lil Peter Parker at the end of infinity war.

Tho here's a funny thing. The certain peeps I listed above... There's actually a lot of them and they don't mind his bullshite. They either don't consider any of the things a problem at all or are into the public/private separation. They gonna have his flat ass no matter what. What was their #? I still love Benny?

Ye know how it is. Hanging around casual racists and sex pests? Oh! It's private life Hun, I'm only concerned with my sweet good boy's art and his flawless personality.

Technically he would still make it without the NOT real fans, he been losing followers every day for weeks now anyways. And we already learnt that some of the loudly screaming fangirls who proclaim him cancelled every couple of weeks will jump back on his dick on the first occasion. They did actually by now lol If he goes public real public with fairy queen (or anyone really) these lil muffins will still be staying around or will come around eventually. Not counting the fierce protectors here

Soooo yee he is deff terrified of losing his precious fangirls and their prises and their monnney but there's more to it than them and miss twin flame :c He the most stubborn I know everything better person in the world, so Benny gotta do what Benny wants.

Ma guess is that it's just better to be the good boy to the overall public, who see twin flame as a butt of the joke republican barbie and him as mysterious nice guy, his fans approve. She a bad news to his immaculate face. When peeps from outside the fandom chipped in back in August I bet ye he shat his panties for real real this time 🧚🏻‍♀️🧚🏻‍♀️ can ye imagine people dissecting two decades of his life which he obsessively been covering up? fairy queen probably just the tip of the iceberg aka only thing ye can see....

He hides cuz there's something that would be bad for all sides of the business if it ever sees the lights of day. IT HAS TO BE It's just easier for everyone when he's not around his fren and rumoured girl miss Jules.

Soooooo to make it short, he indeed has no balls nor the career perspectives to stand by her or anything/anyone else really....

ALTERNATIVELY he hides cuz he's so boring and bland that flour is an exquisite spice in his presence, so he literally just enters a coma/hibernation like state whenever he's not in public lol also he unemployed

#well this turned out real fucking long #sorry

[stinkysam]

Peter Parker - Some people are gay, Steven

Warning : talk about hallucinations, major character’s death, homo/biphobia, it’s 2k7 words long, I’m sorry

Genre : Angst / Fluff

Synopsis : “You shared an amazing first kiss with spiderman, ignoring you were actually sharing it with the entirety of New York.” - idea pitched with @swooning-for-spider-man​​

Reader : male (he/him)

A/N : the link in the fic does not work, obviously lol // please tell me you saw the TASM1 reference in a line reader says- // Also thank you @that-bi-bitch-writes​​ for the brain cells

Looking at your phone you see you have a message, a simple ":D” followed by a link. You didn’t need to click to know what it was about. Peter had talked about that science exhibit multiple times over the past months and it would be a lie to say you weren't excited about it as well. "Let's check if you're still the greatest thing science has made" you sent back once no one was around you, getting a “I’m the greatest ?” in return, making you smile as you slide your phone back in your pocket, waiting until you could leave your workplace to let him know when you were free.

Satisfied with what you saw at the science fair you both walked out to grab a bite at some place he swore you would like, confidently arguing that it will kick your favorite one to the second place. You decided to test the waters by mentioning how it looked like a date and it took Peter every fiber in his body to not choke on his drink “What ? No- I wouldn’t have asked you out like that”, mentally slapping himself for his poor choice of words. “How would you have done it, then ?”

He looked at you before matching your tone, slowly all nervousness was replaced by a cheeky smile, explaining how he would have asked you out and what dates he would’ve taken you to. Of course, all of it was just hypothetical, he reassured. Just an innocent flirt. Yet when you decided to part ways so he could do some patrolling around the city he couldn't help himself but to get back to you after putting on his spider suit to talk about today, the mask giving him a renewed sense of confidence. “You never said how you would take me on a date, y’know. I don’t think it should be one-sided, both parts should be able to… I don’t know, meet halfway or something.”

You agreed with a chuckle, slowly closing the distance as you hummed and made a thinking face while he continued talking. He quickly straightened himself and cleared his throat when you placed your arms around his neck stopping his small rant. Your fingers were touching him so lightly he could barely feel them through the suit yet it tickled him, the ghosting touches making Peter forget how to breathe for a moment. Even if you couldn’t see his face you could tell you had all his attention by how he inched closer, ignoring all sense of personal space and wrapping his arms around your waist.

So just like he did earlier, you explained how you would “hypothetically” ask him out, mentioning the other “hypothetical” things you would do with him, the touch of your fingers growing more present with each passing second. Nodding at your words allowed him to smoothly be nose to nose with you with butterflies in his stomach and his mind screaming at him to just kiss you. But you beat him to it, gently pulling his mask up just above his lips to kiss him, he didn’t have to think twice to reciprocate it until he moved his hands to the back of your neck to peck every bit of your face before you could move away in a booming laugh and pull his mask back down to stop him.

You stood in each other’s arms for a little while, swaying from one foot to another and enjoying the sweetness of the moment while you quietly turned those “hypothetical dates” into actual plans. He squeezed your hands one last time, voicing his excitement and finally parted, walking away while still facing you “Tomorrow, lunchtime, don’t forget !” “I’m not the one who’s chronically late !” you yelled back. You waited for him to be out of your sight to head back home, talking some more through text until exhaustion took you out, glad you didn’t have to work the following day. 

You woke up to the incessant buzzing sound of your phone in the early morning, forcing you to grab it thinking it was an alarm you forgot to turn off. Through the blinding light you saw your notifications going off, some were from people you haven’t talked to in years and forgot you had their numbers. Friends, a few family members, some colleagues and even unknown people were texting you or mentioning you on all your socials. You clicked randomly on one of them, reading the multiple messages a familiar user had sent.

“https://www.thedailybugle.com/Spiderman-public-coming-out” / “is that you ?” / “dude” 

You clicked the link barely noticing what was written, thinking it was a stupid Rickroll with a weird URL until the article appeared and with a little bit of scrolling appeared a video where you clearly see yourself and Spiderman. You stumbled out of bed, trying to think about what to do.

You stared at the thumbnail wide-eyed as a loud thud came from your window. You instantly turned around and locked eyes with Peter and you pointed at your screen, your face looking more and more aggravated by the second. “I know !” he said through the window in a panicked voice before sliding it open and getting in, quickly taking off his mask “I know”. Not knowing what to do or say, you just kept staring at him while your finger hit “play”. “I know !” he repeated more agonizingly and grabbed your phone only for you to take it back to watch the video. Peter anxiously walked around the room as he mouthed and mimicked in an exaggerated way the two persons who witnessed them, apparently already knowing the video by heart.

[“It’s spiderman !” says a woman with a whisper scream-like voice. “Where ? I haven’t got my glasses” says a man. “Come on, my eyes are too old for this shi-” “Shut up, he’s with someone” quickly interrupted the woman, zooming in. Thankfully, the quality of the video was not the greatest and the nighttime setting helped hide the fact he had his mask slightly up as he had his back turned to them but a big part of your face could be seen. A gasp quickly followed by a whispered “Steven, he’s getting laid !” “In the middle of the park ? Don’t be silly, help me find my glasses instead” “For fuck’s sake-”].

You kept staring at the screen for a few more seconds before looking at Peter who was grimacing, chewing his lips, waiting for you to say something.

“Okay.” you started, totally not knowing what to say next “We could… Or we could do something else-” he frowned at your words but said nothing, nodding and humming to keep you going. “Or- or not ! We totally don’t have to do that- we could… do either. Or neither !” you added looking at him with a confident smile, urging him to answer. “Yeah yeah, sure” he said, biting down his nails before pausing. “Do what, exactly ?” “I- I don’t know, I thought the unclear suggestions would give you an idea” “Oh. Didn’t.”

With a hum you focused back on your phone, searching if they had anything else about yesterday but before you could sigh in relief at the lack of actual content, you quickly noticed a certain type of comment. You knew it was a bad idea to look at them but you couldn’t help it. Your stomach churned more and more with each negative word, some not even hiding their blatant homophobia and biphobia. There were so many of those and even some shitty articles talking about LGBT propaganda. You know Peter had already seen them as he nervously started apologizing.

He shouldn’t have gone back to you after you said goodbye, he should’ve sensed them and been more careful about his surroundings, it was reckless and stupid, he shouldn't have done anything. You cut him off before he could finish by gently holding his face, making him look at you, your thumbs softly caressing his cheeks to emphasize your words, he didn’t need to apologize, it wasn’t his fault. The couple wasn’t a threat so he didn’t notice them, especially with how far away they were from you two. You kissed the corner of his lips and his cheek and engulfed him into a tight hug, hands rubbing his back in a soothing manner. His voice was quiet when he thanked you, slowly calming down.

When you weren’t blocking random people, you tried to resonate with others, telling them countless times it wasn’t actually the real Spiderman. You were just two adults who liked the hero enough to think it would be fun to recreate his spider suit and try it outside. But it wasn’t enough, they needed actual proof and not just lies anyone could come up with. You had no idea what more you could do, sighing loudly as you closed your laptop. You eyed Peter to see how he was doing, hoping he didn’t take your sigh for himself.

Sitting on your bed with his phone in his hands, Peter cringed, wondering what was so wrong about it, what was so bad for this random mom to comment about how she now plans to throw every Spiderman merchandise her kids own once she gets back from work. How another person commented about feeling disappointed in the hero. What eased him was the occasional messages of support, allies or members of the LGBT community who showed excitement and joy at the news, some were even trying to stop people from harassing your socials, blocking and reporting any hateful comments.

You slumped next to him and wrapped your arms around his hips, snuggling your face against him. He patted your back and wiggled a little bit so you could let him lay down, head resting a few inches away from yours. He seemed to think for a moment, his hand softly stroking the side of your face. He started to fidget, hesitating between speaking his mind and saying nothing, scared that what he could say would happen and give him no way to reverse it. Lightly nibbling at his bottom lips he slowly began explaining that maybe it was better to not date. Maybe-

“No”

Your answer was firm but you were not mad. Before he could try to argue, you continued in a softer tone, trying to resonate with him. You knew about Gwen, and though it didn’t happen as much as before, Peter would still see her father staring at him with a disappointed face as if he knew about what would happen. And what did happen. Then he would also see her, her scared eyes as she fell down, getting more and more out of reach as he and his webs were not fast enough. Was she thinking “Save me, please don’t let me die” before she died ? Or had she accepted her terrible fate ? And the snap of her neck as her head hit the ground. You know he can still hear it.

That’s why you refused to give him up, not wanting him to stay alone any longer with only his aunt May by his side. You held Peter close against your chest, “I don’t know what to do” he said in a broken voice, fearing last night was the first step toward your unavoidable death. “Shhh, it’s okay. We’ll find a way.” you planted a kiss on the top of his head, your fingers gently combing through his hair.

That’s when an idea bloomed in your mind. Quickly grabbing your phone you scrolled in your contacts until you found the right person and quickly typed "Are you still in town ?" "Why." their quick answer took a little bit of tension off your shoulders. "I need help." "I don't care." "I will erase the tab." this time around, nothing came back.

You anxiously waited until your screen lit up again. "for real?" "yeah. If you help me, you will never owe me anything anymore and I will never text you again" you wrote back moving to a sitting position which made Peter look at you in confusion. You jumped out of bed at their answer "Bet. What do I do?" 

"What. What's going on ?" Peter asked nervously standing up, mentally praying for the day to not get worse. “We have a plan. What better way to prove your boyfriend is not Spiderman than to fake date someone while the hero plays his own role”. He opened his mouth to say something but thought against it, letting you continue.

“They go back to California in a few days, they came here to visit their grandma for a month, childhood ritual or whatever- that’s not the point- the point is-” “Yeah.” he quickly said sitting back on your bed and grabbing one of your hands “I mean, you will obviously un-date them at some point, right ?” “Not if their idea of a date is better than yours.” he hummed disappointingly, playing along. You chuckled and reassured him that of course you will break up with them, and if people notice you have a new boyfriend, well, that’s how it is, some relationships don’t last. Especially fake ones.

You sat next to him, taking his hands in yours as you looked at him “Are you okay with this ?” “Yeah I’ll just… look away when you two will kiss” he said with a grimace before smiling again, resting his forehead against yours. “I hope there will be criminals so I don’t see… Even if it’s someone who didn’t pick up their dog’s poop- anything, really” you chuckled at his comment, sharing a few kisses.

The whole act had been absolutely horrible despite the success of the plan. But it was the way some people would stare at you and whisper to one another, speculating if the man you had in front of you was really Spiderman. Your friend did their part, holding your hand and flirting with you. Though they did not enjoy the extra attention from random strangers, you smiled apologetically “Sorry hun, I didn’t think it would be like that. We can leave if you want.” “No, no, that’s fine. Kinda flattering they think I’m him” they said, linking your fingers with theirs. You continued talking together, treating this like an actual date while Peter kept an eye on you from a nearby rooftop.

He was slowly calming his nerves, jumping in place and talking to himself before quickly hiding his face behind his hands “Oh no- they’re kissing. I saw it. Please don’t do that agai- and they’re doing it again”. Exhaling and groaning loudly, he put on his mask and leaped off to distract himself, swinging around to see if anyone needed his help while you continued your little show.

He greeted the people that saw him when he finally made his entrance, swinging past you before suddenly going back on his tracks to stop at your table. He pointed at you as if he was thinking and began talking “Hey, aren’t you my boyfriend ?” even with his mask, you knew he had that cheeky smile, “I’m joking, just in case anyone takes it too seriously.” he says looking at the people that were staring.

He slapped your friend’s shoulder “Good job with the suit, really thought it was me, had to do a double-take when I saw the video this morning” saying the last part with a little laugh. “Well, I gotta go- oh- please treat him well” he started as he took a few steps back, ready to throw himself back in the air “I don’t wanna see articles talking about how I’m a shitty boyfriend, ‘kay ? Counting on you !” and with that, he was gone.

Peter was already at your place when you got back. You pointed at the contact on your phone “I think they blocked me” “Oh no, I’m so sorry” he replied with a pout, taking you in his arms “You’re a shit liar”. He laughed at your words as he showed you some circulating pictures and short videos of the date, giving enough proof for articles to “restore the truth”.

“Let’s continue the dates at home so it quiets down a little bit, mh ?” you nodded and kissed him, feeling his smile against your lips before he pulled you to the couch so you could both relax and properly enjoy the other’s warm embrace.

#male reader #spiderman #peter parker #spiderman x male reader #peter parker x male reader #the amazing spiderman #tasm peter parker #m!reader

[softtdaisy]

congrats to ur milestone! could i request tasm!peter x reader based on fight for me from heathers the musical? (the movie and the musical are rlly dark but i really love this song lol) pls and thank u

_fight for me

tasm!peter parker x female!reader

based on: fight for me from heathers the musical

words: 986

a/n: this was sooo cool!! i love heathers, both the movie and the musical, and i quite love this story too so I hope you will too! thank you for participating 💛

warning: fight scene so some blood mentions

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Dating Flash was maybe not your smartest move.

When your ex-boyfriend turned out to be a big dick, clearly just an expression and not a reality, you were looking for affection wherever you could find it. Having a pom pom girl best-friend made you hang out with the basketball team. And with Flash. Who made his personal mission to put a smile back on your face.

You knew from the beginning that Flash wasn’t a better guy than your ex and that you would regret this relationship at some point. But you felt so lonely that you accepted his advances. Did it feel good to be seen with one of the most popular guys in high school? Sure. Did it feel good to hear him talk about you all the time? Yes, kind of. The thing was that Flash wasn’t really the lovely type. He was mostly talking about your sex life. And even if you weren’t prudish, you’d like your privacy to stay…private.

And today was just another lunch moment when Flash was bragging about your intimate moment while you were trying to stop him. “Could you…” was the only word you managed to say each time because he was starting another sentence and his friends were following him. You tried to pull his hand, to take him away and discuss it. 

But then you were done. You couldn’t watch his stupid team mates looking at you anymore. Thinking they knew everything there was to know. You weren’t supposed to be treated like that. So you got up and took all your stuff. “Where are you going?” Flash asked, suddenly remembering you were there.

“Away from you.” you answered back. You only got the time to take a few steps before hearing his answer. “Come on [y/n], assume your slutty side!”

You froze. You heard the whistling, the shoutouts. You wanted to punch him so bad but didn’t have the strength to. You were paralyzed. 

Thankfully, someone else wasn’t. 

“Hey Flash?” you then heard. You recognized Peter’s voice. You barely knew him. You were just in the same class two or three times a week. But he had quite a recognizable voice that made you listen to whatever he was saying in class even when you weren’t interested. “You’re talking about all the good things [y/n] does to you because you can’t ever do enough for her, that’s right?”

Then again, the whistling and the shouting. You turned around just in time to see Flash hitting Peter first. Then it was a mess. You had no idea who was fighting who. Who was hurting who. You just felt bad being responsible for this thing. Yes, it felt right to see Flash getting punched. He deserved a good punch in the face. But you hated the idea that Peter was getting hurt for you. And you were kind of mad that everyone was just looking at it without trying to stop them. 

You waited a good minute before running to them. Some of the students tried to stop you. This fight was like the highlight of their day. But you didn’t stop until you put a hand on Peter’s shoulder and managed to make him take a step back. He looked at you with confusion. For a few seconds, he was sure you would get mad at him for fighting your boyfriend. When clearly, Flash was guilty. But then he met your eyes. “You okay?” you asked in a whisper, and Peter quickly nodded. “Good.” you gave him a small smile before walking to Flash.

And hit him. “I never. Ever. Want to see you again, get it?”He looked at you and spit some blood on the floor. Peter clearly didn’t miss him and you knew you had to thank him for that. “And you know what.” you started, turning around to face the little crowd around you. “Peter was right. Flash is a shitty partner in bed.”

You didn’t care about the reactions this time. All you did was take Peter’s hand to take him somewhere else. Somewhere you could take care of his bruised and hurt beautiful face. You ended up in a science class where no one would come and bother you. “Sit.” you ordered and Peter listened. You took some tissues and alcohol to clean his lips. “Why did you do that?” you asked, and he looked at you frowning. You didn't understand until he blew on the tissue, still on his mouth. Maybe it was the moment you realized how cute Peter could be.

“I hated hearing him talking about you like that. You deserved better. But since you didn’t seem to care, I couldn’t do anything. But today you had enough. So did I.” He shrugged before taking a sip of water. “Thank you for siding with me.” he added with a small voice, not daring to look at you. Truth was Peter had a massive crush on you. He couldn’t understand why you chose Flash. Not over him, because he was sure you never noticed him. Just, why Flash. You deserved so much better. 

You put a hand on his cheek to force him to turn his head and look at you. You could see how shy he was from the way he was biting his lips. This boy wasn’t the type to fight. But he did it for you. And it moved you. You brushed his skin slowly. “You fought for me, Peter. Of course I would fight for you back.” 

You couldn’t stop looking at each other. You knew something was happening right now. You didn’t know what. You just loved it. And when Peter said “I’m not Flash, you know. I’m not the type of guy people are really proud to hang out with.”you couldn’t let him think that. Not after what happened today.

“I sure will be honored to walk by your side, Peter Parker.” 

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[friendlyneighborhoodcapricorn]

TASM!Peter Parker x Reader

Heat Waves Part 2

Find part 1.

A/N: if you’re a sucker for angst, you might wanna skip this lol. No one asked for this, but try and stop me lmao

Tags: @wellfuckthis @ginger-swag-rapunzel

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Warnings: swearing, references to PTSD, mentions of death (Gwen)

Something woke you from your sleep.

You laid awake, eyes still closed as you waited to fall back into the peaceful nothing. That was when it came again.

A clear, knocking sound.

You burrowed deeper under your blanket, despite the warmth of the night, hoping that whoever it was would fuck off and return when it wasn’t god-knows o’clock in the morning.

The knocking persisted.

“Go away,” you yelled, your voice muffled by your pillow.

More knocking.

“Oh my god, okay!” You threw the covers back and got out of bed, shivering at the sudden cold of the floor beneath your bare feet. “I’m coming, I’m coming…”

When you started towards the door, the knocking got louder. You paused in your tracks and turned to look at your window. Sure enough, there was a painfully familiar figure sitting on the fire escape.

You stalked over to your window and yanked it open. Peter Parker almost tumbled inside.

You stared at him until he tilted his head back and looked up at you. His face was a mask of wounds.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, voice scratchy and barely audible. “I didn’t know where else to go.”

You stepped aside, silently inviting him in. When he tripped again, you grabbed his arm and guided him over to sit on the edge of your bed.

Without speaking, you went to the bathroom and grabbed the first-aid kit from under the sink.

“(Y/N), I’m sorry,” Peter said softly as you wet a wash cloth. “I really didn’t know where else to go.”

“Shut up,” you ordered, striding back into your bedroom and straddling his hips. “You’re gonna make that split lip start bleeding again.”

Peter stayed quiet as you cleaned the blood away from his face. There were a lot of cuts, but it already looked far less gruesome.

“What did you get yourself into this time?” you asked, swapping the cloth for antiseptic.

He winced when the cold liquid stung in his injuries. “Got thrown through a window.”

“Just one?”

There was a beat of silence. “Maybe more than one.”

You couldn’t suppress a smile. “Sounds more like you.”

He chuckled, but winced again when it strained his wounds. “I guess it does.”

“You hurt anywhere else?”

He shook his head, but you looked into his eyes and saw how wide his pupils were.

“Uhu. You wanna tell me how high that window was?”

You didn’t bother waiting for his response before you pushed your fingers through his hair, trying to feel any bumps or bruises. It was sweaty but still soft to touch.

Peter tilted his head to follow your movements, eyes closed.

“I miss you,” he admitted.

You withdrew your hand, and he opened his eyes, curiously studying your face to gauge your reaction. “Peter, don’t.”

“Don’t what?” he asked, and god, how could he look so completely innocent when he knew damn well what you meant. “Why can’t I say I miss you? It’s true, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“You know what I’m worried about,” you pointed out, and he dipped his head.

Much to your horror, he tilted forward and leaned against your collarbone, abruptly reminding you that you were still sitting in his lap.

You got up and staggered back.

“(Y/N), wait,” Peter started, getting up as well.

“I think you should go,” you told him, moving back to the window to open it further.

Before you got far, Peter grabbed your wrist and turned you back to him. “Wait. Just- just hear me out, okay? Just hear me out.”

You hesitated, but deep down your mind was already made up. You never stopped caring about him.

“Alright,” you agreed, staring at the floor. “Talk.”

“I miss you,” he said again. “I miss you so much. And I’m so sorry about that fight, I’m sorry for what I said. I didn’t mean it like that, I just- well, you’re not Gwen.”

Now you glared at him, crossing your arms. “If this is supposed to be an apology…”

He shook his head. “No. I mean yes.”

You raised your eyebrows and Peter stared at the ceiling, probably asking the universe just why he was like this.

“It is supposed to be an apology,” he clarified. “But also an explanation. And you’re not Gwen, you’ll never be her, and that’s okay. You don’t have to be her because I love you for you. And that’s what I meant when I said that you aren’t her.”

You swallowed, trying to get rid of the lump in your throat. The orange glow of the streetlights outside caught the lighter strands in Peter’s hair.

“That’s nice to know, but you know it was about more than that,” you told him softly.

“I know,” he easily said, stepping towards you and taking your hands in his. “It was about me being stuck in the past, and you were right about that. But you weren’t right to doubt that you made me happy. Because you did. Though, I guess, I could’ve made that a little clearer. I loved you. I still love you.”

You didn’t know what to say. Peter just put his heart out in the open and you weren’t used to him showing himself so vulnerably.

“Peter, I-“

“It’s okay,” he interrupted. “You don’t have to say it back. I just want you to know that you still mean everything to me.”

He meant it, you could see in his eyes that he did. He didn’t expect anything from you, which was a good thing because you weren’t sure how much you could give him.

But you could give him this.

“You should be more careful next time,” you told him, raising a hand to trail your fingertips along a cut on his cheekbone. “I don’t wanna lose you.”

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[slut-4-rafe]

Hi! I had a fix idea. So a switch!reader and she is in a relationship with the marauders(without Peter) and the boys find out. And like Remus is trying to convince Sirius to try it since he is a switch too(James is a sub and Remus is a dom) and like maybe the reader is feeling bad about messing up the dynamics and tells Remus to forget about it but her feeling bad eventually causes Sirius to give in and then ✨smut✨ You can obviously ignore this. Just thought I would share my thought❤️❤️

"Absolutely not!"

Sub! James x Dom! Remus x Switch! Sirius x Switch! Fem! Reader.

Summary: You want to try and be a dom for once, though Sirius isn't willing to look at you as anything but a sub. Remus and James on the other hand, want you to take charge.

Warning: Smut!, degration kink, praise kink, fingering (male receiving), daddy kink, mommy kink, oral (male receiving), slapping, probably more but this is just filthy.

Note: I hope this was okay. I don't feel like this was exactly what you were asking for, but I needed to add some drama lol.

Word count: 2,295

You had been feeling off about sex recently. It wasn't the fact that Remus was a dom. Or that James was a sub. Or that Sirius was both. What it was, was that you were a sub, or so they thought.

Yes, you loved being their 'good girl' and making them feel good, but sometimes you wished you could take the role of being in charge. Being the one to praise them for being good. Though you thought none of your boyfriends noticed your odd behaviors during your time in the bedroom, you were very wrong.

You were sat on one of the scarlet couches in the Gryffindor common room, watching as the orange flames danced in the pit. Your peaceful headspace was soon to be interrupted.

"Everyone out!" a voice yelled, startling you.

As people started to stand to leave the common room, a certain red head, also known as Lily Evans, took a stand. "No Potter. This is your common room. You can't just order people around!"

"Actually, Evans, I can. I'm head boy." the bespectacled boy said. Before Lily could argue anymore, you watched as Remus gave her a small pleading smile. Her gaze flickered to you and soon she softened.

"Alright then." she said before walking out of the portrait hole.

You knew what this was about. You knew why they wanted to talk privately, especially somewhere that wasn't the boys' bedroom.

You'd been avoiding them.

Sex was a common thing in your relationship, not that you were complaining at all. But to avoid the sex and the uncomfortable sub position you were constantly put in, you avoided them all together.

You kept your gaze on the flames before you, barely noticing each of the boys had taken seats on the couch beside you. Though you felt their stares lingering on your curled up frame, you ignored them the best you could.

"Pup." Remus said softly. "Can you tell me what's wrong?"

"Us." Sirius corrected.

You heard Remus let out a sight before correcting himself. "Can you tell us, what's going on?"

You didn't speak.

Your heart was beating rapidly and you got the sudden urge to vomit. And when the blush took over your cheeks, you hid your head in your hands.

You were embarrassed.

Embarrassed to explain that you wanted to not only be a sub, but also be a dom. And it wasn't James or Remus you had to worry about, it was Sirius. The raven haired boy liked how things were in the bed, he didn't want a change, and of course you knew that.

"Hey. We asked you a question." Sirius said.

"You not....breaking up with us, are you?" you heard James whisper. Hearing is sad voice broke your heart, and in an instant you revealed your blushed cheeks to the boys and raced to say your next words.

"No!"

James' frown turned into a lopsided grin at your answer. And suddenly you heard a set of chuckles. Turning your gaze to your other two boyfriends, you found both of them smirking.

"What?"

"Your embarrassed." Sirius said.

"Am not!"

"We like seeing you all flustered puppy." Remus smiled.

"Wanna take this to the room?" Sirius' smirk widened, and instantly your shoulders fell.

"No she doesn't." Remus said. "Pup? What happened? Are you feeling okay? Is something bothering you?"

You just gave your head a simple shake from side to side.

"I think I have a guess." you heard the raven haired boy say, and without even looking at him, you knew he had a shit eating grin plastered on his face. "I think our puppy broke a rule."

At those words your head snapped up. "No I didn't!"

"See. From the way your acting I'd say you did." he went on.

"No!"

"Are you back talking?" he smirked as your shoulders dropped yet again. "See. You just broke a rule. Back talking to your daddies."

And here you were, yet again, being put back in the sub position. You ignored the arousal pooling in your panties, as you rolled your eyes with a shake of your head and turned your stony gaze back to the fire. Yes. You were horny. You had been avoiding sex for about two weeks and still, the sub side of you wanted to follow their rules so you stuck to them. One of them just happened to be 'no getting yourself off,' so you didn't.

"I think you need to be punished pup." Sirius said in a sing song voice.

Remus noticed you seemed off. He sent Sirius a stern look, making the boy sink down into the couch. The sandy haired boy stood up and made his way to where he was kneeling in front of you.

"Poppet?" you turned you eyes to meet his brown ones. "What's the matter?"

Your mind swarm with thought and ways to put together your explanation. "I just..." you trailed off, trying to find the perfect words.

"You just what pup?"

"I-" you took a deep breathe and squeezed your eyes shut and allowed the words to come out in a quick, jumbled mess. "I just don't like being a sub all the time! I want to take charge once in a while. I'm a switch! Just like Siri and I-"

"Woah, woah, woah!" Remus cut you off. "Say it again. Slower this time."

You huffed and opened your eyes to meet his yet again. "I don't want to be a sub all the time. Sometimes I want to take charge like you and Siri do. I like being a sub sometimes, but not always. I love being your good girl, but sometimes I just want you to be my good boys."

A silence took over the four of you. The blush that was once on your face turned a deeper shade of red.

"Alright-"

"Absolutely not!" Sirius cut Remus' words off. "No way!"

"Daddy-" Sirius cut off James this time.

"No! I don't care what you two say, I'm saying no!"

Your shoulders slumped. You were put into this uncomfortable position. You wished you could take everything back. You wished you'd never said anything in the first place. You were drowning in your own thought. Your brain muffling the sound of the arguing boys next to you.

"We can't just do what we want Sirius!"

"There can't be three doms and one sub! I mean, James is already sensitive enough. Imagine of we have three people going at him!"

"Hey!" James whined.

"Oh shush. You know it's true."

"Stop. Both of you." Remus said sternly. "Sirius, if there can't be three doms, then you be a sub."

"No fucking way!"

"Why not?!"

"Because I'm a dom!"

"Actually," James said. "Your both Siri. Why can't she be both? That way there would be..."

"Technically, three subs and three doms." Remus concluded.

"No. She's a sub. I don't care what she wants. She will obey you and I. We are her daddies. What does she want? To be called mommy?" he laughs. "That sound fucking stupid."

"Sirius! Stop being a brat-"

"It's fine." you interrupted them. "I shouldn't have tried to change it. Just...pretend I didn't say anything."

You got up and made your way up to the boys' dorm, to which you shared, having not been to your dorm since fifth year. You plopped yourself on the fifth bed, also known as the extra bed, in the room. You grumbled into your pillow, completely oblivious to the arguing going on down below.

"Look what you did Sirius!" James exclaimed. The boys head snapped to James a scowl etched on his lips.

"I didn't do anything."

"Yes. You. Did." Remus seethed. The lycanthrope stepped towards the black haired boy, making him gulp nervously. Remus planted a slap to the boys' cheek. "What did I say about being a brat? Huh?"

"It makes me a bad boy." he said quietly.

"Yes it does. Why can't you just be a good boy like James?"

"I am a good boy!" Sirius whined, he sub side finally showing.

"No. Your not. You hurt puppies feelings."

Realization dawned on the boy and he immediately ran up to the dorm, followed by James and Remus.

"I'm sorry!" Sirius cried once he barged into the room. "I was a bad boy. Hurt mommy's feelings."

You froze and turned to the boys, finding James' hazel eyes blown wide, Sirius practically crying, and Remus standing against the door, a smirk wide on his face.

"What? I-I thought..."

"I'm so sorry mommy. Wanna be a good boy. Wanna make mommy happy."

"I..."

"I think little Sirius needs to be punished. What do you think James?" Remus asked.

"Yes daddy. I think mommy needs to punish Siri." he answered.

"W-what? I-..."

"What do I do to you or James when your bad?" Remus asked as he takes long strides to sit next to you on the bed. "Sirius, come here." The boy sheepishly makes his way over to the two of you until he's standing directly in front of you. "Talk to him. Tell him he's bad. Tell him why he's bad." Remus whispered in your ear. "Take charge doll."

This is what you were waiting for. To take charge.

"You were being mean Si." you said. "Hurt my-"

"Who are you?" Remus asked. "Have to address who you are."

"Hurt mommy's feelings."

"I know! I'm so sorry mommy!" he cried.

You contemplated what to do next. "Punish him." Remus whispered.

You stood up so you were face to face with the boy in front of you. You teasingly unbuttoned his shirt and pulled the item off his shoulders before unbuckling his belt and pulling down his trousers and boxers. You looked over the boy, watching as his hard on sat up straight, leaking precum. "Lay down."

"Yes mommy." he crawled up into the bed. Laying so he was on his stomach, his hands were intertwined on his back and he got a perfect view of the bed right in front of him. You seated yourself so you were sitting at his side. Before touching him though, you addressed the other two boys.

"Hey Jamesie?"

The boy perked up at the call of his name a lopsided smile taking over his features. "Yes mommy?"

"Want to help daddy out? Want to suck his cock while I punish Siri?"

James nodded his head rapidly before hurriedly making his way over to the bed that just so happened to be right in front of Sirius. "Yes mommy. Want to be a good boy."

"Good job bubba."

Remus was quick to discard himself, and James, of their clothes. "Good boy." he cooed as James started working on his cock.

"Alright. What should I do, huh?" you asked the boy.

"Punish me mommy. Wanna be your good boy." he whimpered. You thought for a moment. Thinking of all the punishments you received. You smirked when you got an idea.

"Ass up." you instructed, watching how he instantly rested himself on his hands and knees. You took one hand down to his cock. Hearing him moan just at the touch made your legs squeeze together. "Don't take your eyes off them. And you better not cum. Got it?"

"Yes mommy."

"Good." you smirked.

Your hand slowly went up and down on his cock, feeling all the veins and how it twitched when she squeezed. She took her pointer finger and placed it in her mouth, wetting it. Once it was slick, she took it down so she was tracing his hole, earning moans from him. You pussy clenched around nothing and the arousal sitting in your underwear grew uncomfortable as you listened to James' gags and Sirius and Remus' moans.

You slowly aloud your finger to push in, going slow, because while this was punishment, you didn't want to injure or hurt him in any way. You listened to him moan loudly and his back arch.

"Are you okay?" you whispered.

"Yes! Mommy!" he moaned.

You sped up your finger slightly and fisted his cock. As you kept your movements the same, you turned to James and Remus. James had his nose buried in Remus' happy trail.

"Fuuuuck. Such a good boy." you heard Remus moan before pulling the boys head off so he could breathe. After a moment, Remus forced James mouth back onto his cock and bobbed his head up and down. You, in the mean time, took in the sight of the boy laying in front of you. Eyes glued to your other two boyfriends. Cock twitching as he did his best not to cum. And your finger pumping in and out of his hole. "M'gonna cum James. And you better swallow." you heard Remus instruct, earning a moan from James. And in seconds, Remus was cumming down the boys throat and the room was full of loud moans.

"Mommy! I can't! M'gonna cum." Sirius screamed.

"You better not. You wanna be my good boy right?"

"Yes!"

"Then don't cum. Just ten more seconds."

And when you felt his cock twitch violently in your hand, you drew your hand back and slowly took your finger out. He collapsed down onto the mattress.

"Am I good now mommy?" he asked.

You crawled off the bed and went so you were kneeling in front of his face. "So good baby. Watched them the whole time, and didn't even cum!"

"Now we have to make mommy cum!" James said excitedly.

"Right Jamesie." Remus smiled.

"Want to fuck mommy Jamesie boy?" you asked, getting up and going over to the boy on the bed.

"Yes mommy! Wanna make mommy cum. Wanna be her good boy." he went on.

"Okay James. Remus, help out Sirius over there. He's a good boy." you said.

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[andysbubba]

home to me

↳ andy let you go once, he doesn't wanna lose you again

a/n: a little series? this one's probably gonna have another chapter or two hehe <3

𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲'𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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Andy's stomach churned when he sees you. In a very good way. It's been a good two years since the break up and he can barely believe that he's seeing you right then and there— in the corner of the cafe that Andy knows you love going to. Your voice made his heart flip. It's so goddamn beautiful and Andy misses it so damn much.

He doesn't even know why he's so stunned at the sight of you. It's the only reason why he's there— why he's always going there almost every weekend, hoping to get a glimpse of you sometime. You're in the fuzzy, furry jacket that you're always wearing on chilly days, your hair pulled up with a claw clip and your laptop right in front of you with a cup of coffee right by the side.

He tried to get over you, he really did. But even after all the women he met after you, no one made him feel the same way you did. The butterflies in his stomach he gets just talking to you like some teenager, or how his heart just flutters when you smiled at him with that beautiful grin.

Andy couldn't help but look at you every two minutes, while he's waiting in the queue for his turn. He's thinking of what to say if he even has the guts to walk up to you and say hi.

The break up wasn't necessarily bad... it was mutual. Kinda. You were in the middle of your studies and you just wanted to focus on doing well and getting your masters. It's not that Andy was a distraction— really, he actually helped a lot. But between studying and trying to make sure you don't abandon Andy, you realised that taking a break would be good for the both of you.

You were young, only 24 while Andy was 14 years older than you are. He's so mature and wise that you just felt that you just wanted to grow as your own person before you and Andy took it any further and got more serious. You thought that you'd work on yourself, fixing up your flaws and make yourself just grow into a better version of yourself. And as much as Andy disagreed, he didn't want to force you to keep being with him. He thought that maybe, you both could just grow as time passes, and that you can change right next to him.

But he just agreed with you, because he definitely does not want to pressure you into being in a relationship with him no matter how much he actually wants you to stay with him. So technically, it was a mutual break-up to you. But he didn't really feel the same.

And unsurprisingly, Andy simply cannot get over you. Two years passed, and he just wishes that you're by his side again.

"Hi! What can I get for you?"

Andy snaps out of his trance, stepping towards the cashier and ordering his coffee to-go with a bagel as well. He takes a quick glance at you before he decides to change his mind. "Actually— I'll just have those here."

Wait— you recognise that voice.

You instantly glance up from the screen of your laptop, watching the familiar back and broad shoulders standing at the cashier. Holy fuck- Andy?

Your gaze turns back down to your laptop, your mind trying to decide between approaching him or just letting him go... again... like you did 2 years ago. He still fits into those polo tees like a glove, the jeans barely doing his ass justice but it really accentuates his goddamn thighs.

Fuck. Two damn years and you still have it bad for him.

"Can I join?" Andy glances down at some blueprint or floor-plan thing you have on your laptop. "Unless I'm interrupting— you look busy."

"Andy—" You turned to him and back to the opened floor-plan on the screen. "No, no. Hey-" You lowered the screen and put it aside, leaving some space for Andy. You gestured at him to join you in the booth.

Andy takes up the offer, setting the cup in his hand and the bagel right in front of you before he slides in. "Hey,"

You let out a breathy laugh as you look at him, fidgeting with your fingers underneath the table. "Been a long time."

"Yeah," He nods, offering you one of his adorable smiles as he rests his forearms on the table. "I stopped seeing you around, thought you moved away."

"I thought you did— till I heard the news talking about one of your cases." You retort, lips curling into a soft smile. "How've you been, Andy?"

"Same old, y'know. Long hours at the office and takeout nights. Nothing really changed." Andy grins, "How's everything goin' for ya?"

Oh— and he definitely isn't wrong when he said 'nothing really changed'. For this 40-year-old man to still look like the Andrew Stephen Barber you met like 4 years ago? Phew.

"Uhm- pretty good! I'm uh- I just signed a contract with Perkins and Will."

Andy's lips curled into a wide grin. "You did it!"

He remembers?

Your head tilts as you look at him. "You remember?"

"Of course, hon. That's your dream firm." He reaches over table and pats your hand. "I'm happy for you, Y/n."

"Thank you, Andy," You brush a hand through your hair, eyeing Andy in his whole polo tee and jeans glory. "I'm surprised you aren't working on a Saturday morning,"

Andy lets out a laugh at your words, "Yeah- I just thought, y'know. Uh- I'm old enough to stop being such a workaholic."

You raised a brow at that, "Andy, you aren't old." You give him a suggestive glance as your eyes trace his whole figure. "Definitely don't look like it."

"I'll say the same thing for ya, Y/n." Andy didn't bother hiding his gaze either, eyes trailing down your body till it's back up to your face. "Two damn years and you still look as gorgeous as ever, sweetheart."

A breathy laugh leaves your lips. "Always as flattering as ever, Mr Barber."

"You know I'm an honest person, sweetheart." Andy winks before he takes a sip of his coffee.

You hum as you run your finger on the edge of your own cup. "I remember you telling me that all lawyers are really good liars."

You love how familiar this feels. It's like nothing has changed and both of you are back in 2019. Good, good days. Letting Andy go was a dumb move on your side, you realised that pretty soon after the break-up. You should've known that you and Andy would've made it work someway, somehow.

"C'mon, honey. Y'know I can never lie to you." The wide smile he has on his lips is as charming as ever and god if it doesn't just make you fall in love again- as if you ever fell out of love with him in the first place. Andy clears his throat, a hand inching to the back of his neck and softly rubbing the spot. You instantly realised that he's a little nervous. "You dating anyone?"

You let out an almost silent snort, scoffing at his question. "Ya think? I just called you hot five minutes ago, handsome."

Andy takes a bite of his bagel, looking up at you through those goddamn long eyelashes as his mouth moves to chew the food and those fucking pink lips making you stare at him like a horny teenager.

"You've got to stop staring at me like that, sweetheart." He warns, but the glint in his eyes is telling you that he really doesn't mind you staring him up like that.

Your brows raised immediately in defence. "Like what?"

You tried your best to fight the grin fighting its way to form on your lips. But Andy is a goddamn lawyer, after all. He knows his shit and he knows that you're just being a tease.

He huffs, brow arched as he looks at you. "Like you wanna eat me." He replies shortly, lips curling into a smirk. "Cause I was planning to take this slow after 2 whole years. And you aren't helping."

You hum, picking your cup up and taking a sip from it, hiding the grin forming on your lips behind the cup. "You can still wine and dine me if you wanna." You set the cup down and lean forward, head tilted to one side with your head resting in your palm. "But y'know, I'm pretty impatient."

Andy laughs, backing away from you and resting back against his seat. "Guess it's good that I've got enough patience for both of us, huh?"

You laugh at his words. "We'll see, Mr Barber."

He takes your words as an invite to ask you out. "Dinner tonight? My place."

You playfully rolls your eyes, ignoring the little flutter in your heart. "Who's impatient now?"

"It's a yes or no question, sweetheart."

"Still that cute little loft?"

"I'll text you my new address later."

You couldn't fight the grin forming on your lips. "It's a date."

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He was at the grocery store when he pulled out his phone and goes to your contact to shoot you a text. It has always been there, saved and never deleted. He didn't want to get rid of the hope that he might have you back.

Andy: 242 Warren St [sent 3.24pm]

Andy: See you tonight, sweetheart. [sent 3.25pm]

You didn't reply so Andy just assumed that you read it. He's looking forward to seeing you again tonight and he's excited.

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It wasn't till you got home that you realised that Andy doesn't have your new number.

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[kelieah]

i may have one more request sorry LMFAO 😃🌚 this one is for petey .. peter surprising reader one day while she’s sleeping & he’s coming back from a long mission so she’s emotional and all loving . ahh 🥺

longing (peter parker x reader)

word count: 0.8k

warnings: TW: brief mention of suicide, slight angst, emotional reader, fluff

author's note: don't apologize at all, my requests are open for a reason! but i love this request so much ohm,fdjnksng that's so 🥺🥺🥺

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It's almost an hour past midnight and you're fast asleep, in between your blankets while gentle snores leave your lips. You'd fallen asleep not too long ago, attempting to stay up and wait for Peter's reply that never came. But regardless you understood, he's currently on a mission far away. Not as far as space, but far enough for you to miss him desperately.

Then again, you miss him when he has to go to a different class every day. Little did you know, Peter Parker is now swinging through the semi-quiet streets of Queens toward your apartment window to sneak in and hopefully wake you up for a warm surprise.

As soon as he makes it to your window, he unlocks the lock you both had put on before and slides into your cozy bedroom. He smiles adoringly at the sight of you, his girlfriend sprawled out on your bed. One bare leg poking through your blanket and the side of your face smushed against your plush pillow. Your phone is beside your hand that is now resting near your head. He chuckles and grabs it cautiously, putting it on your bedside to charge it.

The one thing he loves and worries about you is how heavy of a sleeper you can be. It's great in cases like these where he wants to surprise you but not in those where there could be a break-in or something. The very thought makes him shudder. He walks off to your bathroom to freshen up quickly.

Finally, Peter finds himself sliding into your sheets carefully. He slowly puts his weight down onto your mattress and scoops you into his arms, resting his head on your pillow as well. It takes you a minute or so and a couple of incoherent sleepy murmurs to realize you're in someone's arms. "Peter?" you whisper, hoping to hear his voice and confirm you're not dreaming.

He remains silent to see your reaction, watching as your face contorts with disappointment. You let out a quiet sigh and start to drift off into deep sleep once again until his voice startles you. "Hi," he mutters.

Your eyes snap open and you look at the charming face only inches away from yours, "Peter!" you gasp. He chuckles at the excitement in your voice and leans forward, peppering your face with soft kisses. Your smile widens and you immediately scoot closer to him, leaning forward to peck his lips.

He places a hand on the side of your face, about to deepen the kiss until he notices the slight gloss in your eyes. He brushes a thumb underneath your eye as a tear sneaks out, "What's wrong, sweetheart?"

You sniffle and shake your head, laughing airily. "I didn't even realize I was crying. S-Sorry, it's just," you exhale and make eye contact with the brown-eyed boy. "I've really missed you," you whine, your voice wobbling as you break down into a fit of sobs.

"Oh, baby," he coos and pulls you even closer into his arms, squishing your face against his chest as he holds you tight.

"Seriously Peter," you whimper and cling to his shirt that feels soft to the touch. "Your shirt smells like you!" you cry out, tears staining his shirt.

"Well of course it does—"

"Y-You worry so much and- and I know you can't help but what you do because you're such a good person. God, you're such a good fucking person but it scares me so much because what if one day you don't come home? A-And I know what you're going to say so don't say it. I respect your job and you, of course. But I can't help but think those things and I always think about it because what the fuck am I going to do if I lose you? Would you be mad if I killed myself?"

"Y/n!"

"S-Sorry, sorry. It's just, I don't think I could live without you, Peter. Not to be weird, or a-anything, but I'm so madly in love with you. You're my best friend, my boyfriend, my family, my everything," you whisper, your labored breathing finally coming to a steady pace. "Sorry, I got dramatic. I really love you. I'm glad you're here," you mumble, gradually relaxing to the beat of his heart because your ear is pressed against his clothed chest.

"Don't apologize. There's no need to, because I feel the same exact way. I love you. I love you so much, Y/n L/n. I don't know what I'd do without you either but how about we don't think about that? Because all we know right now is that we're here, together, alive and well. Whatever happens in the future happens, so let's focus on now. Right now, I'm here. You're here, in my arms, at your apartment. We're home. I'm home," he mumbles in his softest tone ever, his lips against your forehead as he speaks, helping you soothe back to sleep.

"Thank you," you mumble, melting into his embrace as his other hand massages your scalp.

"Good night, princess."

"Night, lover."

"I've never seen you get so emotional—"

"I'm on my period, shut up."

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[cece33]

The Beginning (2)

Paring: TASM! Peter Parker x Reader (eventually)

Warning: Mentions of death

Word count: 1404

Notes: Here is part 2. Not sure exactly where I want this story to go, but the more I write the more ideas come. I’ll probably be busy this week working but I’ll be writing here and there. I really hope you guys enjoy this and again I am very open to constructive criticism LOL. I love anyone who takes the time to read this and I love anyone who actually likes this. Thank you and enjoy :) x !!

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Few weeks later. 

Today was Gwen’s funeral, and you weren’t sure if your could bring yourself to go. Every night since that night all you thought about was her death. You blamed yourself, If only you held on tighter.  If only you’d gone home. Would she still be here? Does Peter blame me? These thoughts plagued your mind. 

You hadn’t gone to school in weeks and you barely left your room. You didn’t talk to anyone, the only person you did want to talk to didn’t want to talk to you. You haven’t seen or spoken to Peter since Gwen death. 

You’ve tried calling, texting, and dropping by once but no luck. He was the only person who knew what you were going through and you needed him, but he was no where to be found. You closed your eyes, the events of that night flashing behind them. 

You watch Peter jump after her, and hear the familiar sound of his web. Then the memory goes black and when it returns you remember his cries and him holding her lifeless body. You weren’t sure how long he held her for but your arm was sore when he finally lowered you down. When you caught a glimpse of Gwen’s body up close it broke you. 

You did this. It’s your fault she’s gone.

 You held yourself as you cried, Peter only watching in silence probably lost in his own thoughts. A soft knock at your door brings you back to reality. “Honey are you ready?” the sound of your mothers voice fills the room as she walks in. You look at her from your bed. “I don’t think I can.” You whisper. Your mother walks over to you and sits next to you. 

“Honey in life you will experience loss, each time will be different. Some will be hard to deal with; others will be… not easy per se, but better than most. Losing a best friend is one of the harder ones to deal with.” Your mother rubs your arm and you begin to cry. 

“Someone once told me that love transcends death, the memories you’ve made with her will never be forgotten, they reside forever in your heart and only you can keep her alive by keeping those moments with her alive.” Your mother wipes your tears. “I just miss her so much” You sob. 

Your mother holds you. “I know baby, I know. Goodbye’s aren’t always easy and saying goodbye so soon can feel so wrong, but this isn’t goodbye forever” She kisses your forehead and holds you tighter. The sound of your cries fill the room, you remained in your mothers arms for a while before pulling away to sit up. 

“Let me get dressed” You say, she nods giving you one more kiss to the forehead and exits the room. 

You grab your phone and unlock it going to your recent call log and finding Peters name. Your fingers hover over his contact for a while before clicking the call button. Two rings and straight to voicemail. 

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The ceremony seems to have gone by quickly. That or you were just going through the motions waiting for it to end so you could go back to your room. As the casket began to lower you notice Peter standing across from you. He was looking down it didn’t seem like he saw you. 

After her casket was lowered everyone said their goodbyes and began leaving. Your mother intertwines her fingers with yours and begins to walk towards the car. “Im going to go say hi to Peter.” You say stopping, your mother kisses you hand and releases it. “Alright, i’ll be in the car. Take all the time you need.” She says. 

After watching your mother walk away, your gaze slowly returns to Peter. He was staring down at Gwen’s grave. Despite not being able to see his face, you knew he was lost in thought. Taking a deep breath, you begin to approach him slowly. You stop a few feet behind him knowing he senses your presence. 

"Hey Peter." You say, you wait a few moments for his response. He ignores you and simply continues staring down at the grave. After staring at the back of his head for a moment, you walk towards him until you’re standing beside him while avoiding looking at the tombstone. A painful reminder of your mistake. 

Your gaze is fixed on Peter. "I haven't seen you in a while... not even Spiderman." You gently placed your hand on Peter's arm, but felt him tense under your touch. Reluctantly, you let your hand fall. “How are you holding up?” You asked. He continued to ignore you.

“Peter please.” You plead, the frigid air blowing through you. You wrap your arms around you body for warmth. “Talk to me, you’re the only person I can talk to about this. Please don’t shut me out.” You say softly. 

“What is there to talk about?” Peter breaks his silence, he is still avoiding your gaze. You shrug your shoulders. “Everything Peter. We never talked about what happened that night.” You said. “Theres nothing to talk about.” He replies. 

You take a breath and roll your eyes. Grief was a bitch. “I lost her too Peter. She was also my best friend.” You said. There was a long pause, the only sound was of the wind blowing around you, when Peter finally spoke. “Why’d you let her fall?” 

You’re speechless as you stand there. “What?” You asked, unsure if you heard him correctly. “Why’d you let her fall?” He repeated. You stare at him, not knowing what to say. Peter finally looked up at you, his complexion was pale, eyes were puffy and red, but his stare was harsh. 

“Peter she slipped” You whisper. Peter scoffs and you notice a few tears fall from his eyes. This was the second time you’ve seen Peter cry, the first being when he was holding Gwen. “I told you to go home; if you went home she’d still be here.” He declares.

 Tears are welling up in your eyes. He had the same thoughts you were having, “You don’t know that Peter.” You say with a small shake of your head. 

“If you had gone home, I would have caught her first.” Peter says. “Instead…” He goes quiet. “Instead you caught me first.“ You finish his sentence. You two are silent for a moment, staring at each other. 

You take a deep breath and glance down before summoning the confidence to ask the question that began to plague your mind. “Do… do you regret saving me?” You inquire softly, looking at the ground. 

More silence follows, you look up and Peter is looking back down at the grave. “Peter?” You didn’t believe your heart could break any further than it had already. “Some best friend you are.” You say as you begin to walk away. 

The tears beginning to flow. “Y/N wait, I didn’t-“ You cut him off before he could finish. “Peter, save it. That’s exactly what you meant to say and you know it.” You continue walking towards your mothers car before coming to a halt and turning around once more. 

“You know I barely sleep anymore,” You began “Because every time I close my eyes I see her.” You look down and start playing with your fingers as the tears blur your vision. “I spend most of my time thinking about her final moments and what I could have done to prevent that.” More tears.

 “But never once did my mind ever go in the direction of blaming you” You look up and Peter is already staring at you, his expression softer than before, “I blame my self more than I blame you. I could’ve saved her.” He said softly.

 “If that were the case, she’d still be here… but she’s not.” You said as your brushed away your tears. Peter was taken aback by this as though you were reiterating what he was thinking. “Take care of yourself Peter.” With that you headed towards your mothers car. 

A part of you wanted to run back to Peter and apologize for hurting him the way he did you, but another part of you didn’t care. Your best friend accused you of being responsible for the death of a third of you. You wouldn’t be able to recover from that. 

[3]

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[ptergwen]

through the lens

w/c: 2.3k

warnings: swearing and mentions of blood (all fluff tho!)

summary: yours and peter’s date night doesn’t go as planned, thanks to his “little” accident and mj’s photography project

a/n: it’s been a minute but i’m back! for now lol i promise i’ll be way more active when exam season is over <3 this was based off the lovely pic above taken by the even lovelier zendaya and i hope you enjoy these… let’s call it random workings of my mind

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“hang on, can you come closer?” mj instructs you, you promptly stepping towards her. “is this good?” “great,” she affirms and squints behind the camera. “smile really big on the count of three, okay? one, two, three!” doing as she says, you give mj your cheesiest grin with your eyes squeezed shut and all. she snickers while snapping the moment on her polaroid.

mj asked you to be her subject for a photography project. you’re happy to do it, although it’s super last minute. like, barging-into-your-room-and-begging-you-for-help last minute. she was supposed to turn this in days ago. lucky for mj, her teacher was feeling generous and gave her an extension.

you have to work fast because of mj’s deadline and your plans with peter. he’s coming over for a movie marathon and cuddles right about now. well, he’s actually running a tad bit late. that’s typical peter for you.

“just a couple more, and then you’re free,” mj informs you while shaking out the polaroid. “this is honestly pretty fun, you know.” you glance at the photo she’s holding with an eyebrow quirked in surprise. she captures you well. “what made you choose me?” “no one else was free on a saturday,” she snorts and tosses the picture in a pile with the rest.

your mouth falls agape. “i’m not free! peter’s gonna be here in…” you check the time on your phone, much to your dismay. “he’s a few minutes late, but still. i have things to do, too.” a smirk sets on mj’s face as she gets ready for the next photograph. “relax, y/n/n. i was kidding. i’m sure spider-dweeb will be here sooner than you know it.” sighing lightheartedly, you take a seat on your bed.

“don’t call him that,” you shake your head. mj throws her own head back to the ceiling. “ugh, but that was a good one,” she insists, you only humming. “it’s better than penis parker, at least.” “nah, i like the alliteration,” you laugh out and earn a giggle from mj. “you’re lucky parker doesn’t have super hearing, or does he?” winking, you hit a pose for mj. you’re looking at her over your shoulder with smolder eyes.

“ask him yourself, after you get this shot.”

the two of you continue messing around with her polaroid until the film is almost gone, and peter has yet to arrive. you’re starting to worry. you aren’t sure where he could be.

he doesn’t patrol on weekends unless it’s an emergency, and he would’ve told you if there was one already. he’s never this late without sending a text, either. it’s almost an hour past when date night should’ve started. on the other occasions peter has gone off the grid, they didn’t end well.

“i’m freaking out, em. do you think he’s in some kind of trouble?” you ask mj, pacing around your bedroom. she offers a sympathetic shrug. “maybe he just ate some bad yogurt. remember last time?” being the dummy he is, peter once scarfed down an entire tub of vanilla yogurt before he realized it was expired. no one heard from him for days. he didn’t show up to school or answer any calls.

may ended up inviting you over and explaining he’d gotten a stomach bug, which you then tended to him for the rest of. the story was so amusing, and so peter.

“may doesn’t buy him dairy anymore. why do you think he always raids your freezer?” you bring your fingers up to rub your temples. “the kid can empty ice cream cartons in one bite,” she agrees, silently cringing. her curiosity piques at the fact. “is that also a power?” “who cares?” you nearly shout, your fingers curling into fists. “what i wanna know is if peter is fucking okay.”

on cue, there’s a knock at your apartment door. you and mj exchange looks of urgency, both rushing out of your room to answer.

mj follows you through the hall and stands by your side while you fumble with the lock. when your door pulls open, ned has his hand raised to knock again. “ned? what are you doing here?” you don’t give him the chance to speak. “have you heard from peter? he was supposed to be here a while ago, but he never showed.” rather than answering in words, ned takes a step aside.

the sight you’re met with makes you gasp. peter peeks out from behind him, cuts and bruises littering his flushed face. he gives you a lopsided smile.

“you have your answer,” mj murmurs to you and eyes ned curiously. he lets out a nervous chuckle. “here he is.” you push past ned and practically jump into peter’s arms, your hug bone-crushing. “peter, oh my god! are you okay?” wincing, peter hugs you back by your waist. his chin rests carefully on your head.

“hey… i’m alright, baby. still pretty sore, though,” he sucks his lower lip between his teeth. you take the hint to loosen your grip on him. “i was worried something bad might’ve happened to you. i… i guess i was right.” your tone softens, you threading a hand in his curls. they’re completely disheveled from whatever went down with him.

ned heads inside to catch up with mj, the two of them letting you have a moment alone.

“someone’s got a spidey sense of their own, huh?” peter tries to lighten the mood by joking. it doesn’t work, a frown still evident on your face as you try to untangle his once soft locks. “baby, everything’s fine. i just… had a little accident is all. no big deal,” he reassures you and moves in to peck your lips. you’re so shocked that you dodge the kiss.

“little? your whole face is black and blue, pete!” you tug on the white collar of his button up, peter letting out a shaky breath. your other hand comes to rest on his cheek, touch gentle. “how’d you get like this?” he licks across his lips shyly and sets his hands on your hips. “see, on the way over there were these bad guys who-“

“no there weren’t,” ned cuts in, scoffing at the beginning of his friend’s story. peter shoots him a warning look over your head. “yes there were, ned. you weren’t even there!” he catches mj glaring at him before he continues. “don’t listen to him. anyway, i had to fight them because…” when he trails off, you stroke your thumb across his cheek, avoiding any wounds in the way. raising both eyebrows, mj speaks up.

“because why? go on, parker. i’m intrigued,” she encourages him. everyone can tell peter is lying except you. the question really is, what’s he lying about? he gulps down his spit, pulling your body against his for comfort. “take your time, peter. we can wait,” you say only for him to hear. his love filled eyes meet yours, and he nods. ned huffs at the dramatics unfolding before him.

“dude, you’re making this way worse than it actually is. just tell her!” he demands, mj cocking her head to the side. peter’s gaze flits between the two of them. “tell me what?” you wonder softly and tilt his chin, willing him to look at you again. “i… i…” peter’s shoulders slump, his voice lowering in defeat. “there weren’t any bad guys.”

“of course there weren’t,” ned confirms. “no shit,” mj adds. exhaling, you wait for your boyfriend to further elaborate. “what really happened, then? be honest, pete.” peter lets go of you so he can come into your apartment properly, you shutting the door behind him. he scratches the back of his neck as he fills you in. “ok. um, me and ned were hanging out.”

ned is attempting to stifle a laugh for some reason, which mj elbows him for. you take one of peter’s hands. “yeah?” “we were at my place, and… you know those really slippery steps on the sixth floor?” peter pauses for someone to answer, playing with your fingers. “the ones flash almost wiped out on once?” mj questions in amusement. he lets a quiet chuckle out. “good times. yeah, those.”

his gaze averts to the ground, you listening on. “so, i was walking ned out on my way over. we were talking about spidey stuff-“ “as per usual,” mj mumbles to herself. ned raises his hands in defense. “—and i told ned i could always stick my landings. he didn’t believe me.” you playfully roll your eyes, seeing where this is going. “so… i, uh, decided to show him,” peter finishes off.

“i did a, um, backflip. tripped and fell down the flight of stairs,” he finally admits to you, putting his other hand on top of your intertwined ones. “clearly, i was wrong.” his bloody face is now red from humiliation. “you didn’t trip, dude. you freaking summersaulted!” ned corrects him and bursts into laughter he’s been holding back. “idiots, both of you,” mj simply remarks.

“that’s it? why didn’t you just say that?” you almost laugh yourself. groaning, peter rests his forehead against yours. “because it’s embarrassing! i wanted you to think i’m a tough guy or whatever.” placing both hands on his cheeks this time, you nuzzle your nose against his. “you don’t have to be a tough guy to impress me, babes. you’re kind, smart, funny. makes up for you being such a klutz.”

peter cracks a grin, easily capturing your lips in the kiss he didn’t get to before. it doesn’t last long because mj gags and ned whistles at you. you’re both giggling when you pull apart, peter kissing the tip of your nose for good measure.

“you really mean that?” he checks, tucking back a strand of hair from your face. “of course. i have a thing for himbos,” you tease and poke at his bare chest. his eyes widen. “how about i get you some ice and you find our first movie?” you’re already off to the kitchen, beaming at peter. “date night’s still on?” he happily plops down on your couch, mj showing ned her pictures from earlier.

“as soon as those two get out of here,” you call loudly enough so ned and mj hear you. “yeah, yeah. we’re leaving,” mj deadpans, shoving the photos back into her portfolio. peter glances over at it curiously. “what’s that for?” “photography project,” she says and gets an idea. “i have some film left. y/n took up most of it… you losers want the rest?”

while mj coerces her way to a higher grade, you put some popcorn in the microwave for your movie marathon.

“well, i could use a new lockscreen. i’m in!” ned quickly concedes. him and mj both give peter hopeful looks. “i’m not!” he protests, squishing one of your pillows against his chest. “with my face looking like… this? forget about it.” mj walks over to him and places her portfolio on the coffee table. “what? those gashes are gnarly… in a good way, i mean,” she promises.

“painful, too,” peter murmurs. “y/n, hurry up with that ice!” mj demands, grabbing the polaroid camera from its string around her neck. you wave her off. “what i’m saying is, they’ll look sick in my portfolio.” mj forces a smile, ned looking at her weirdly. “uh, what’s the theme of your project again?” “freestyle, baby,” mj casually replies.

peter comes up with a condition that could persuade him. “if you say please, i might consider it,” he concludes, mj perking up. “please be in my project. pretty please?” she instantly requests, ned pursing his lips from behind her. peter rubs his chin. “y/n, what do you think? should i?” you pipe in from the kitchen. “yeah, so she’ll leave my house.”

“you heard the lady. i’ll do it,” peter gives in. all but squealing, mj gestures for ned to sit. “this’ll only take a few minutes. you guys are really saving my ass.” ned gets comfortable next to peter on the couch, who wants to see how far mj will really go. “aw, we are? i believe that calls for a…” ned catches on. “it comes after please…” mj picks up her camera with gritted teeth. “thank you, morons. say cheese!”

that’s the only warning peter and ned get before they’re blinded with the flash. ned does a toothy grin as he leans into peter’s side. peter musters up the best smile he can, hair a mess and cuts burning pink on his face. satisfied, mj snatches the photograph as it pops out.

“pleasure doing business with you two,” she states, you joining the three of them in the living room. you set the popcorn on the table and give peter his ice pack. he presses it to his cheek, kissing the back of your hand. “send me that!” ned reminds mj, helping himself to your bowl of popcorn. she salutes him.

“there’s my star. what do you say, y/n? wanna take one more really quick?” mj suggests, already holding up her polaroid. you take the other cushion next to peter, your head on his shoulder. “can peter be in it with me? since he’s in the modeling mood tonight.” he wraps an arm tightly around you. “let’s do it, sweetness.”

eagerly jumping in front of you two, mj crouches down to get a better angle. “on the count of three. one, two, three!” the camera clicks, and you surprise peter by laying a smooch on one of his cheeks. he’s holding the ice against his other, genuinely smiling for this picture. ned coos at you, mj showing off her work when it dries.

“how adorable,” she says sarcastically but means it. peter nods at her in appreciation, his lips brushing the side of your head. “what can i say, you’re a pro,” you compliment mj. “come on, em!” ned cheers through a mouthful of popcorn.

tonight was an unexpected and exciting mess, even if your date night did get crashed.

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[mypoisonedvine]

Animalistic | dark!Peter Parker x reader

summary: your friend Peter has a crush on you, everybody knows it, nobody does anything about it. except, of course, when he gains new powers and loses control of his affections.

word count: 3k

warnings: smut! (non con), degradation, creampie kink, choking, forced begging, peter overall being a huge asshole, everybody is 18+ but heavily implied to be high school seniors

a/n: okay so this was actually inspired by a scene from an episode of buffy (lol) so if you’re a fan and you recognize some of this dialogue then that’s why! I pretty much had to write this as soon as it ended because it was so hot jfc

Peter had always acted slightly strange around you. Not all the time; he was one of your best friends, and 99% of the time you felt completely comfortable around him.

But that 1%... when you went to pool parties together, when you asked him to turn around while you changed, when you bumped into him at Homecoming last year and he looked at you in a way that was definitely more than friendly…

Everyone knew he had a crush on you, they told you constantly. It was pretty much an open secret at this point, you were pretty sure that he knew you knew, and so everyone just knew but never talked about it. Even though it was getting more awkward by the minute as a result, you didn’t see any reason for it to change.

What you didn’t know was that something had changed, something you could never understand fully but which had transformed your friend completely. He had gained new strength, a new power his body could barely handle; and with it, everything he needed to take what he had wanted and longed for but never before could’ve attained.

What you didn’t know was that, while you were cleaning up the AV club meeting room after school, when the building was nearly deserted and the sun was beginning to set, Peter had already found you, and watched you, and waited for the right moment to use his powers of stealth to sneak up behind you. He whispered your name, just past your shoulder, and you whipped around suddenly.

“Peter!” you yelped, stepping back slightly— but he took a step closer. When you stepped to the side to get past him, he stepped just a moment faster and blocked your way. It was like a waltz, but significantly more terrifying. Instantly you knew this was not the Peter you were used to. This was not your best friend, this was not the guy who had laughed with you and cried with you and been by your side all through high school. This was somebody else… and he was way too close for comfort.

“Where are you going?” he asked with a little smirk, dripping with the confidence that you weren’t going anywhere. When you tried to run, he grabbed you; when you tried to break free, he pushed you to the ground, pinning you by your wrists.

“Get off of me!” you cried.

“Is that really what you want?” he pressed. “‘Cause I think you want me. I think you didn’t want to admit it before, but you’re attracted to me— and it’s okay! It’s good. God, I’ve been waiting for so long for you to just accept it…” he trailed off as one hand released your wrist so it could brush across your face.

You swung your freed hand at him, landing a punch; when he raised his hands to his cheek, you managed to squirm out from under him and get to your feet. You hadn’t even taken a step towards the door yet when he had already gotten up and stood in your way, shrugging off the punch like it was nothing as he stalked towards you.

Remember what you learned in Tae Kwon Do, you repeated like a chant in your mind, holding your fists up in a blocking stance, stumbling slightly when you backed into a desk behind you. “I don’t wanna hurt you, Peter.”

He lunged forward and grabbed you, roughly slamming you against the wall as he pinned you again and you sobbed with terror. “Do you wanna hurt me now?” he taunted. “Go ahead and try, I like seeing you fight—” he leaned in closer, until you could feel his breath against your ear— “and knowing it’s fucking useless.”

“S-stop,” you whimpered, “Peter, please— this isn’t you.”

“But it is me, sweetheart,” he growled, smiling with teeth so much sharper than you remembered. “Did you really think I’d wait forever, crushing on you from the sidelines, watching you date all those douchebags who didn’t ever treat you right and never taking you for myself? I was just puny little Peter, your dumb geeky friend you thought you were too good for.”

“No!” you denied. “No, Peter, I never thought that.”

“You like ‘em mean, don’t you?” he chuckled, ignoring you completely. “That’s why you keep dating these guys who treat you like crap. You want mean, you want dangerous, you want strong and brutal and… animalistic. I can do that. I can do mean.”

“Peter, please don’t—”

He took a long, slow breath in through his nose, letting his eyes fall shut as he smiled with satisfaction. “You don’t need to be so scared,” he whispered, “but I kinda like it. The more I scare you, the better you smell.”

You opened your mouth to ask what the fuck he was talking about, but words didn’t come to you as he leaned in and attaching his lips to your neck, licking and sucking at your pulse point. A breathless whimper spilled out from between your lips as you shivered beneath him, feeling his smile of satisfaction on your skin.

He kicked your legs apart, slotting his body between them and laughing as he rocked his hips against yours; but he wasn’t laughing at that, he was laughing at the fear he must have smelled on you when you felt his hard cock between your legs. “Hmm, you’re thinking it’s a little big, right? You’re thinking ‘wait a second, how am I supposed to take all that?’ Don’t worry, sweetheart, you’re gonna love it. You’re gonna love coming all over this thick, aching cock…”

He purred— a low, deep sound that echoed through his chest and rattled your heart— as he started to pull your jacket off roughly, not finding your resistance much trouble at all. Your shirt, though, he ripped through like it was paper; you winced and looked away, unable to stomach the sight of him licking his lips as he tore through your bra, too.

“Look at these pretty tits,” he cooed, reaching up to grab them roughly, twisting the nipples and watching them harden under his ministrations. “You like that, huh? You like having your tits played with? Is this how your asshole exes did it, too?”

You shook your head, afraid that he would hurt you more if you didn’t answer at all.

The relief you experienced when he took his hands off of your chest was short-lived, as his touch drifted down to your jeans instead.

“No, Peter,” you gasped, your eyes shooting open as he glared back down at you while he unbuttoned and unzipped your fly. “Wait, wait, you don’t— you don’t have to do this.”

“I know. I want to,” he asserted as he roughly pulled your jeans— and panties— down to your ankles. You cried as he instantly dove in between your legs, licking you eagerly, holding you down with a vice-tight grip on your thighs. Every movement of his tongue shot jolts of pleasure up your body, making your head fall back against the wall. “Fuck,” he mumbled, his voice muffled by your sex in his mouth, “your pussy is fucking delicious, sweetheart.”

When you tried to push him away, all you managed to do was card your fingers through his hair, and he grinned before latching his lips onto your clit. You cried out, your hips bucking and quivering against his face.

“You gonna come, honey? You’re so close, I can taste it…”

“No,” you denied, “no— you’re wrong, I don't—”

“You like it,” he snarled. “You like how it feels when I fuck you with my tongue. See?” Just for emphasis, he had to thrust his tongue inside you, making the most filthy squelching noises as the wetness of his mouth collided with the wetness your body had produced for him so easily. “Just come,” he encouraged. “It’ll make you nice and tight for when I put my cock in you.”

You fought it with everything in you, but with the way he held you down and forced the barrage of sensation on you, it was impossible to avoid. Disturbingly, it was not in spite of the fear that you hit your peak; if anything, it actually made it stronger, mixing with your arousal to create a delicious sickness in your gut as the coil snapped and you gasped his name, falling apart atop his face as your thighs clamped down on his head against your will.

When his tongue broke away from you, pulling back with a come-slickened grin, you shuddered. “Was that so hard?” he faux-pouted. “I knew it. I knew you wanted me. See how good I can make you feel? Well, it’s only gonna get better.”

“W-wait,” you stammered as he stood up, but he paid no mind, grabbing you by the neck and forcing you to spin around and face the wall. He slapped your ass, hard, before you heard the sound of his belt being unbuckled. You didn’t see it, you never saw it, but you felt it as he pressed the hot, hard shape against you. You bit back a squeal as you felt how thick it was, tears striping your face as he laughed at you again: cruel, mocking, cold.

“Yeah, this cock’s gonna be inside you, sweetheart. Finally.”

“Don’t… please don’t…” you sighed weakly, just above a whisper.

He pulled your hips back roughly, forcing you to arch your back. You felt so exposed, almost like you were in display for him, as he teased your sensitive clit with the head of his cock. “You can keep begging if you want, it’s kinda cute.”

You knew you were past the point of stopping him, but you hoped you could at least reason with him slightly, or bargain with him in any way. “Please…” you whispered, “don’t make it hurt. Please just be gentle.”

He laughed. And he’d laughed so many times before, but this was different. This time was almost genuine, like it was actually funny to him. He laughed so hard that it sounded like he would lose his breath, until it all came to a sudden stop and he pressed his entire body against your back, growling into your ear: “No.”

He shoved his cock into you, all the way to the hilt, holding your hips still so he could bury himself in your heat. “Fuck!” he groaned, already pulling back and slamming into you brutally. “You’re so fucking tight, sweetheart.”

The praise made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, even with his warm breath against the skin there. His intrusion stung, made your insides burn with the force of his rough movements. Worst of all was how good it felt, against everything that made you want to hate it. His cock filled you better and reached deeper in you than anything ever had before, and your earlier orgasm made everything more sensitive. His balls were slapping against your clit with each thrust, and as lewd as it was, it was just as perfect as you shivered from every brief-yet-powerful touch.

Your sobs morphed to moans, exacerbated by his hands roughly grabbing your breasts again once his arms had wrapped around you.

“Oh, I know you love it so much,” he cooed with a taunting grin. “Tell me how good it feels.”

Before you’d even really gotten a chance to shake your head, he wrapped his hand tightly around your neck, cutting off your air as you opened your mouth in search of a breath you couldn’t reach.

“You get to breathe when you’re ready to be honest,” he explained gruffly, “with me and with yourself. Tell me,” he repeated, harsher than before, “how good it feels.”

As soon as he released his grip on your pulse, you cried out. “So good!” you sobbed. “So good, Peter, it f-feels so good…”

“Good enough to make you come?” he smirked. “I think so, with the way this needy little cunt is squeezing me so tight already. Are you close, baby? Fuck, I hope so, I wanna see you come for my cock.”

You breathed through your teeth, hoping you could will yourself not to, but at this point was it even worth the effort? Maybe giving into him really was the best thing— you’d already told him how good it felt, you’d already come from his mouth, you’d already pleaded weakly for him to be gentle only for him to fuck you with a vengeance. How much more dignity could you possibly lose?

“Beg me to let you come,” he instructed, “and then beg me to come inside you.”

Okay, so that’s a lot more dignity you had left to lose.

“N-no, Peter,” you whimpered, “I’m not— you can’t— I’m not on—”

You were cut off with a choke again, your cries sputtering into silence. “You should learn to do what you’re told,” he grunted. “I’ll keep choking you until you pass out, I don’t care. If you want to breathe, don’t take that air for granted. Beg.”

You shook your head against the grip on your neck, even with the spots of black dancing at the edge of your vision. Your hands clawed at his, uselessly fighting his impossible strength.

“Are you ready to beg yet, sweetheart?” he whispered. With hot tears filling your darkening eyes, you finally nodded. He let go and a gasp filled your lungs.

“Please, Peter,” you cried instantly, voice still hoarse and weak from the lack of air, “please— let me come. I wanna come for you, please…”

“That’s good,” he encouraged, “keep going.”

“Please!” you yelped, repeating it over and over until the word had lost all meaning and just because the noises of your despair as pleasure filled you past the point of no return. You were terrified of what would happen if you came without his permission, and worse, you were sure he would be able to tell since he could feel your walls pulsing and, apparently, smell your fear which was a horrifying thought.

“Okay, baby,” he groaned, pumping into you faster and harder until your hips were slamming into the wall in front of you painfully. “Go ahead and come for me.”

“Fuck!” you cried, your legs shaking as you tried to hold yourself up on wobbly knees, pleasure rocking your body ruthlessly and relentlessly. You heard him chuckle softly against your ear, mumbling his approval, but his words were just static in the pleasured haze of your mind, your body limp and drained of all fight as he used your body to chase his own high.

“Now beg me to come inside you,” he reminded you with a growl. “Beg me to fill up this little pussy with my come.”

“I can’t,” you breathed, barely audible.

“Oh, sweetheart, it’s not that hard. Are you too dumb to beg, little baby? Are you all stupid now that my cock’s in you?”

You whimpered but couldn’t muster words.

“All you can do is whine and cry like the dumb baby you are, hm? Then I don’t think you get to breathe anymore,” he frowned, disappointed as he tightened his hand around your neck again.

“Wait—” you pleaded with the last of your breath, feeling his grip hesitate. “Please,” you gasped, swallowing dryly to try to stomach your own words, “please come inside me… fill up my… my little pussy, with your come, please, Peter.”

He grinned, giving you a chaste kiss on the cheek. “Good job, sweetheart,” he praised, “you’re gonna get exactly what you’re asking for…”

You grimaced as you felt him start to flex and pulse inside you, warmth spreading between your legs and leaking out of you to drip down around his cock.

“Fuuuuuck,” he groaned slowly, your name leaving his lips in a sigh as he started to catch his breath.

And then it was just the two of you, alone in this empty classroom, sweaty and panting and sticky in the worst possible places.

The moment he pulled out of you and stepped back, his weight no longer holding you up against the wall, you crumpled to the floor. When he observed you lying there, he seemed proud of his work.

You sort of expected him to just leave you on the floor, but he was gentlemanly enough to help you up and even to pull your jeans up for you, dooming you to a fate of ruined panties as his come seeped from your abused entrance. Your shirt and bra were ruined, meaning you would have to put on your jacket and zip it up all the way to be able to get off of campus without some indecent exposure.

"This was fun," he announced, "we should do it again some time."

"Yeah, no thanks," you scoffed as you started to walk towards the door— but he stopped you by grabbing your arm, turning you to face him.

"You can go, for now," he hissed, "but I'm not anywhere near done with you. Understand?"

You nodded sheepishly, and he finally let go. Like you'd wanted to more than anything since he'd appeared behind you, you finally slipped out through the door. You tried not to think about what had just occurred. You tried not to think about his promise that it would happen again. You tried not to think about how he had made you come taster and harder than you ever had before.

Maybe he was right, and you really do like 'em mean after all.

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