#peter parker x 1st person

[aliorsboxostuff]

Trans Spidey reader and Miguel where the reader is really really into Miguel’s talons and muscles and everyone at HQ knows but Miguel (basically just sexual tension between oblivious people)

Imagine crushing on Miguel and being reciprocated haha couldn't be me FHSFHFJKDF I really do like this idea anon tysm! I love writing oblivious trope, its always so fun! I hope you all enjoyed this btw!

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Tags: Miguel O’hara x ftM,!reader, Spidey!reader, Miguel O’hara, Hobie Brown, Pavitr Prabakhar, Miles Morales, Gwen Stacy, Margo (Spider Byte), Jessica Drew, Peter B. Parker, Mayday, Fluff, sexual tension, soft!Miguel, Maybe OOC, Miles’ group being a menace, a bit nsfw-ish maybe, kissing, humor, confessions, feelings realization

Maybe you're not the first Spiderman to notice Miguel's arms and claws, and maybe you're not the first person to fall in love with him because of those too. But you're certainly the first to make Miguel fall in love.

—

1st Month

“I can't be the only one seeing this, right?” The other tree turns to Pavitr, his eyes following the new guy that just got into the Spider Society, next to him stands Miguel. 

“I mean, he made Miguel walk outside his office for once!” The new guy laughs, a flash of a blush on his cheeks while Miguel says something the group couldn't hear. 

“Honestly a bit scary ain't it?” Hobie chews another chip. “Boss man never smiles, now look at tha’,” 

The group snickers as they watch those two walk past the cafeteria, before they turn a corner and disappear from their vision. Gwen takes a sip of her smoothie, her head tilted slightly. “You’ve seen how he looks at Miguel?” 

“I mean, I've only been on a mission with those two once…” She grins. “Pretty sure he kept sneaking glances at his arms,”

“There’s no way they don't like each other!” However, what Pavitr said made Hobie scoff.

“Miguel or new guy?” Pavitr tilts his head.

“I wouldn't bet on that mate, man’s so blind might as well be walkin’ to a pole,”

“Both to be ‘onest,” 

“Impossible! Did you see the tension? I can practically feel it,” The shorter boy grips at the edge of the table, his eyes sparkling.

“Y’know, yesterday, while me and Peter reported back to Miguel’s-” The group leans closer to their shared table. “He was showing the new guy his claws!”

“What?!” Pavitr shouts, the group erupts in laughter. “No way that's real!” 

“Wait wait, were they like-” Suddenly, Pavitr grabs at Hobie’s wrists, bringing them close to his face. “Oh! They are so sharp Miguel! Must you always be so dangerous!” 

Pavitr brings one hand to his crown, pressing the back of it to dramatize his impression of the new guy. Hobi snickers, before he plays into his friend's bit, one hand holds Pavitrs face while the other fists, pressed to his chest. “Never for you, my love,”

“Oh Miguel!” Pavitr turns his head to the side and Hobie closes his eyes, both of them making kissy faces at each other.

“Oh my god!” Gwen and Miles doubles over in laughter, the girl holding on to Miles’ shoulder while she holds on to her stomach, Miles already cackling over the table. Hobie and Pavitr join their laughs, Hobie holding his sides while Pavitr slapped the table repeatedly, tears gathering at the corner of his eyes. 

Miles shakes as he brings his head up. “Miguel would kill you!” 

“Who would I kill?” The group halted, turning slowly to find Miguel standing beside their table, arms crossed, one dangerous brow raised. Gwen looks away, Pavitr and Miles audibly gulp while Hobie rolls his eyes, huffing. 

“N-nothing- No one! Nope, haha,” Miles shakes his head, a nervous smile on his lips. Miguel simply raises his brow higher, eyes narrowing.

“Oh! Would you look at the time!” Gwen glances at nothing on her wrist. “We should get going, right guys? We have that meeting, right?” 

“Oh yeaah! The meeting, yes,” Pavitr shakily grins, shaking Hobie’s shoulder. “Come on Hobie we should go, haha,” 

The team shuffles awkwardly away from the table, before they all booked it and ran in the same direction, Miles and Pavitr already jumping off the ledge and swinging away, followed by Gwen and Hobie who’s running behind them before also flying away. Miguel rumbles lowly, before he sees the new guy approaching him with his tray of food and joins him in looking for a seat.

—

5th Month

Gwen pulls off her mask as she enters Margo’s lab, the girl nods her head to the music she's listening to, her eyes on the monitors. She adjusts the files inside the small box she's carrying before walking towards her. “Hey Margo, Jessica told me you needed these?” 

“Oh yeah, just put them there,” Her hologram glitches as the headphones disappear. She stands, walking towards where Gwen set aside the box before riffling through it.

“What’s in those anyways?” Gwen perches herself on one of the empty consoles. Margo opens one and flips through it.

“Oh it’s actually from Miguel,” She closes the file, setting it aside, before looking through the others. Gwen hums, looking around the various screens, briefly at the Go Home Machine, before she turns to Margo again.

“Hey, speaking of Miguel, you’ve seen the new guy right?” 

“The one that sticks with Miguel, like, all the time?” Margo smirks, setting aside another piece of paper. Gwen nods, now intrigued. “Oh have I,” 

“They were here, like, a couple of weeks ago right, and lemme tell you,” Margo pushes the box away, sitting up where Gwen is also sitting, pulling one leg up to her chest. “His eyes were all over Miguel's body, I swear!”

“Holy shit?” 

“Im serious! Jessica was right there, by the way, and he was eating Miguel up,”

“Shut up!” Gwen giggles, covering her mouth with her hand. Margo laughs too, now her legs are crossed over the console. 

“Especially his arms, like boy get a room!” Miguel laughs, throwing her head back while Gwen holds at her side, almost doubling over from her own laughter. 

“You think-” Gwen tries to stifle her giggles. “You think Miguel notices?”

“I’d be surprised if he didn't! We both know he’s dumb about these things, but come on,” 

“Yeah, I’d feel sad if Miguel doesn't know,” Gwen sighs, leaning on her hands behind her. “Though, I’m pretty sure he’s also been checking out the new guy,”

“Don’t get me started!” Margo’s grin widens.

—

1 year

“So how’s Miggy been treating you?” 

“Really? Right now, Parker?”

You’re currently swinging through another universe's version of Brooklyn, chasing a rouge Doc Oct from another dimension. Peter was now running on top of a building while you swung under the elevated railway. Mayday giggles in her baby carrier when her father leaped off the building and joins to swing next to you. Your back aches a bit when you swung to another building, maybe wearing a binder today wasn’t your best choice, then again you didn't know the fucker was gonna run this long.

“Hey, we haven't got time to catch up ever since Mr. Dark and broody’s been stealing you,” He shrugs, sharply turning just as you swung above him, Doc Oct meter away, still running with his metal arms. 

“First of all, he hasn't been ‘stealing me’-” You made quotation marks mid-air. “And Secondly-” 

A car was suddenly thrown at you, at which you narrowly slide past the opened passenger and driver's window, before webbing it up so it doesn't hit the pedestrians below. “Miguel’s been treating me great, okay,”

“Has he asked you out to dinner yet?” He twips another web, swinging on it.

“What?!” Just as you said that, Doc Oct threw debris toward you, which you quickly swing away and secured that too. “Oh shit…”

“You’ll never catch me Spidermans!” He shouts and does that damn annoying meniscal laugh.

“Let’s wrap this up?” You suggested to Peter as he stops at the same lamp post as you.

“Yup, hold on to daddy, baby,” Mayday nods her little head as Peter adjusts her straps, then it’s off against Doc Oct. 

Peter swings behind him, effectively catching his attention as you landed a punch straight to his jaw. He shakes away the pain, imminently turning and letting his metal arms attack you, the sharp appendages reach towards you before Peter shoots at it, pulling it down towards the ground. Doc Oct hits concrete hard, at which you quickly tie up the rest of his appendages. He sharply turns to you before you could tie the last arm, sweeping you off of your feet, which makes you fall as he cages you on the ground, the sharp end of the arm almost slicing your next if you didn't duck quick enough. Peter lands meters behind Doc Oct, the hologram cage in his hand. He nods curtly, his eyes on you.

“Now!” You threw off Doc Oct with your legs, Peter throwing the cage just where he lands. When he went to chase after you, the cage clicks open, effectively containing him. 

You catch your breath, before deciding to lie on the concrete floor and covering your eyes with one arm. “Nice going man,”

“Thanks,” You say as Peter stands beside you. “You too,”

Peter shrugs before he releases Mayday from her carrier, holding her in front of him before he kisses her nose. “And you too young lady, very brave,” 

Mayday giggles, hands patting Peter’s cheeks. You huff, resting your arms on your chest while keeping your eyes closed. You can still hear Mayday's little voice, before Peter turns to you. “So he hasn't asked you out yet?”

“I really don't know what you're talking about Pete,”

“Oh come on! You’ve been with us for a year, probably longer with Miguel-”

You sharply sit up. “What?”

“I’m just sayin’,” He held his hands up, Mayday hanging on his hip. “You guys should be official by now,”

You scoff, crossing your arms. “And what makes you think he likes me?” 

“Oh my god, Jessica is right, you’re way too oblivious,” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You stand, brows furrowed while Peter laughs with his daughter. Clearly, your confusion is hilarious to him. “There’s no way thee Miguel O’hara likes me, okay,”

“Sure sometimes I feel his eyes on me, or how much he asks me to hang out with him, but I’m probably not the only one!”

“No, you are-”

“Plus, he’s busy okay, he only ever makes time to eat lunch with me, or to train, sometimes, if I'm lucky, maybe even a coffee break together, but that's it! He doesn't like me, he doesn't trail me with those sharp eyes, we don't accidentally make eye contact, he doesn't smile at me or laugh along my lame jokes, and he definitely didn’t blush when I asked about his claws- oh my god he does like me…”

“Bingo,” Peter snaps his fingers, followed by Maydays giggles as Pete holds her by her legs, red hair covering her face. 

Your face reddens, eyes blinking as you recall all of your and Miguel’s interactions for the past year. The first month you showed up, Miguel paired himself with you and you thought he was just being nice. He indulges in your curiosity, showing you his claws, a bit worried but couldn't help the steady red that appears on his cheeks when you leaned closer. He makes time for you, joins you for lunch, which had the teens curious. He only ever trains with you, letting you spar with him, those widened eyes whenever you managed to pin him down. The longing gazes that you sometimes caught, smiling at him when you do which only makes Miguel turn away. The way he lets you on his platform, hanging out with him where others usually had to wait until Miguel dramatically descends. When he encourages you, lingering hand on your shoulders, and back, the ghost of a smirk only reserved around you. 

And you have been eyeing him too. How could you not when a man that good-looking, that dedicated to his work, is right there?! But the idea of Miguel reciprocating your feeling…

“Alright, let's get you home buddy,” Peter moves behind you, pushing your shoulders and walking towards the opened portal. You’re still in a daze, confused and embarrassed with how many signs you missed from him. 

—

The next day, you're still clouded with the possibility of Miguel liking you back, making you hesitant to ask him to eat lunch with you. The activity has become a constant now, but ever since your revelation, you were second-guessing yourself. 

You take a breath, closing your eyes briefly, before pushing the doors open. You jog your way to where Miguel's platform is and swing your way up easily. “Hey Miguel, join me for lunch?”

“Sure, let me allow Lyla to take over,” He nods toward you before turning back to his screens. You hum, shifting your weight from one leg to the other. 

“Alright, let's go,” He turns around, stretching his arms above his head briefly, the sight of his muscles taut makes you gulp. Now or never…

“Wait, I have something I wanna talk about,” You blurted out, looking anywhere but at Miguel. He stops in his tracks, putting one hand on his hip.

“Sure, go ahead,” He nods, patiently waiting. You inhale slowly, and let your breath out.

“I hope I'm not reading the room wrong but- I’ve noticed the way you look at me, Miguel,” You meet his red irises. They widen slightly, Miguel stands straighter. “You follow me with your eyes, and I know what they mean. You make time for me and we train together, you let me up on your platform, hell, I’m the only one allowed to get close to you without you getting irritated!” 

You laugh nervously, swiping back your fallen fringe. “What I’m saying is, am I wrong to think that you like me?” 

A beat passes. Silence aside from the writing of cables and soft beeps from the monitors. Your hands turn to fists ready for the rejection, maybe a condescending laugh from the man you’re pining, until-

“No, you're not,” He sighs. “ I do. I like you a lot, but I didn't want to ruin what we had. You're so close to me, and I’m afraid that if I told you, you’ll…”

Miguel turns slightly, averting his eyes, which is unlike him at all. His blush is now prominent, which spikes your own blush. You gulp, slowly stepping towards him. Your hand reaches for his arms, your touch making him blink and meet your gaze once again. “I like you too, Miguel,” 

“If you couldn't tell, I’ve also been sneaking glances at you,” You chuckle, placing one hand on his jaw as Miguel also chuckles, his voice reverberating around the room. “God, they were all right, we’re so oblivious,”

“‘They’?” Miguel grins, his hand holding your wrist, tilting his head against your hand. 

“The others noticed before we did,”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah,” You giggle.

“Wow, okay,” He follows your laugh, bumping his forehead against yours as the two of you laugh. You close your eyes, breathing in the scent that is Miguel, Basking in his warmth as he holds you close. Slowly, as the laughter dies down, you open your eyes, staring into his bright reds. Your hand brings his chin closer, you felt his breath stutter. After months of build-up, Miguel's lips against yours feel explosive. His hands are on your hips, pulling you closer, the reminder of those sharp talons beneath them. One hand reaches to tangle in Miguel’s hair, making him grunt, deepening the kiss. You feel his large hands caressing your sides, sending shivers down your spine. When you two pull back, Miguel's eyes are blown wide while you smirk, licking the remnants of him from your lips. 

“That year-long pining?” You smirk, pulling his shoulder closer, your nose brushing his. “Fucking worth it.”

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Pen pals - p. parker (part three)

read part one and part two if you haven’t already!!<3

pairing: TASM!Peter Parker x Fem!reader

summary: as summer approaches, you and peter have plans to meet each other. also, who the hell is spiderman?

warnings: none :3

a/n: HOLY MOLY I AM POPPING THESE OUT VERY QUICKLY. i already have the 4th part written butttt i’m not gonna post it right away bc suspense is fun;) anyway, enjoy!

When June rolled around, You and Peter had a plan to meet in person. It was going to be a week-long visit. You’d be staying in Queens with Peter and May.

The trip itself was all planned out. You had plane tickets that Peter insisted on paying for, but you ended up buying them instead. You’d be landing in New York on July 1st, and leaving on the 8th. A week wasn’t nearly enough time to make up for years of letters, but it would have to do.

As mid-June approached, you’d been doing a lot of research on things to do in New York. One of the first things that came up when you researched was a vigilante named Spider-Man. You laughed at the name, thinking it wasn’t creative at all.

Then you texted Peter about it right away. Spider-Man was in New York, after all.

‘Who’s this Spider-Man guy?? Twitter says he’s in New York’

‘Spider-Man? He’s kind of silly.’

‘How so?’

‘Umm… He shoots webs out of his body and wears a spandex suit no matter how the weather is. Kind of silly and weird if you ask me.’

‘Are you researching about New York?’

‘Possibly. I was looking up things to do!’

‘Oh, sweetheart. There’s nothing that could prepare you for New York.’

‘Don’t worry, I’ll find us things to do.’

‘I wanna see this Spider guy.’

‘Do you know what he looks like?’

‘He’s super mysterious. I’m not sure how to feel about it.’

‘I think that’s the point, Y/N. He’s a vigilante, you know? He probably doesn’t want anyone to know anything about his personal life. It could be dangerous for him.’

‘You’ve put a lot of thought into this.’

‘Thinking is one of my passions.’

‘Spider-Man has a really nice ass.’

‘PHONE ON THE COUNTER. NOW.’

Peter was slightly off about Spider-Man. You could just feel it. But, it didn’t really matter.

Soon enough, you’d be in Queens. You’d be eating May’s beautiful food and hugging Peter.

You fall asleep with your phone in your hand, and your heart full.

~

The last day of June finally came, and your heart was pounding while packing your suitcase.

It was surreal. In a matter of hours, you’d be over 2,000 miles away from home. The distance between you and Peter would be broken. You’d finally get the hug from Peter that you’ve been yearning for.

When you set your alarm for midnight to wake up for your flight, you couldn’t sleep. Peter was texting you so many sweet words. He was so lovely, you wanted to cry.

‘May is so excited to see you.’

‘I’m also really excited.’

‘I can’t even sleep.’

‘You’re gonna be even prettier in person.’

‘Peter, stop. I’m trying to sleep. I have to wake up at midnight and you’re waking me up with your sappy words.’

‘You love it;)’

‘See you soon, lovie.’

Eventually, you dozed off.

Peter, your pen pal for three years, was finally going to be within your reach.

You were beyond excited, but also slightly nervous.

Either way, it would be okay.

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your Spider-Man!?

tasm!peter Parker x fem!reader

warnings :: fem reader, mentions of blood/injury, use of y/n, 1st person

i sat on my bed, reading one of my favourite books as light music played in the background. i sat in my pink pyjamas as it was getting close to midnight and I was going to head to sleep after I finished my chapter

i placed my book down on my bedside table, pausing my music and making my bed a little. just as i was about to lie down and rest my head, i heard a loud thump at my bedroom window, making me jump, letting out a little squeak

i grabbed my book as a ‘weapon’ - even though it wouldn’t do much - and walked over to my window, to see the masked vigilante that’s been swinging around queens for the past few months. i opened my window and put my book down

“can i help You?”

i Said to him, he climbed through my window as if I knew him

“you know you shouldn’t walk into strangers ho-

i was cut off as he pulled off his mask, revealing an all to familiar face

“it’s - me”

he grumbled out, sitting down on the bean bag I had in my room

“your Spider-Man!?”

i quietly yelled, in utter shock

“ill explain la- later. can you -ghh- help me out a little here?”

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earth 42!miles morales x girly!girlfriend!reader

miles morales x masc!musician!reader

mischa bachinski x fem!flustered!reader mischa bachsinki x reader hurt/comfort mischa bachinski x bestfriend!reader mischa bachinski x reader hurt/comfort mischa bachinski x fem!reader angst (maybe fluff)

nick nelson x agere!gn!reader

ocean o'connell rosenberg x fem!reader

olivia valdovinos x reader angst

pavitr prabhakar x reader blåhaj headcanons pavitr prabhakar x adhd!reader

peeta mellark x reader peeta mellark x reader friends to lovers fluff

peter b. parker & teen!gn!reader hurt/comfort

richie valdovinos x she/they!reader richie valdovinos x reader fluff richie valdovinos x reader hurt/comfort

rosa diaz x fem!ADHD!reader

tao xu x reader

wednesday addams x fem!reader wednesday addams x fem!reader angst wednesday addams x fem!reader wednesday addams x gn!tall!reader

yoko tanaka x werewolf!reader poly yoko tanaka x divina x fem!reader

margot robbie!barbie x doll!reader, ryan gosling!ken x doll!reader, allan x doll!reader

margot robbie!barbie & ryan gosling!ken x brooding!superhero!ken!reader

rise of the pink ladies characters autistic reader headcanons

spider-verse characters panic attack headcanons spider-verse characters adhd reader headcanons spider-verse characters reserved reader headcanons spider-verse characters adhd & genderfluid reader headcanons spider-verse characters autistic reader first meeting headcanons

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⎯ stories with song lyrics [requests are open/a request post]

Explanation: I was thinking about writing stories with some song lyrics I am in love with. Below, you can see these lyrics [some will be added as well from time to time] and characters/people’s name that I like and can write stories about them. So, you can message or ask me with a lyric [or more than one] and a specific character/person [it can be two character at one time a well]. Then, I will write it. ^^ Feel free to add your own imagination as well. Also, you don’t have to use lyrics to ask a requests.

Stories can be one-shorts, series, headcanons.

important notes: i really want to write about jk, tae [from bts], peter parker, wanda maximoff, and bucky barnes [from marvel], bats [from dc]. so, this ones will come sooner because i already have some ideas about them with some of these lyrics. so, you can request it as well or you can wait me for to write this without any request. ^^

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↬ for example: “I want to read a story about Jungkook with 1st song lyric.”

[or] “I want to read a story about steve rogers x reader x bucky barnes with 41st song lyric.”

[or] “I want to read a story about peter parker  with 9th and 45th song lyrics.”

Warnings for requests: please identify what gender you want it to be; female reader or male reader and please describe what you want to read, so, I can really understand your wishes. ^^ [also, it can be an original character as you wish, will created by me of course.]

◆ Characters/People

⌑ dc ⌑

Bruce Wayne/Batman [every version of him, especially robert p.], Clark Kent/Superman, John Constantine [movie version]

⌑ marvel ⌑

Steve Rogers/Captain America, Peter Parker/Spiderman [tom h. and andrew g. versions], Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier, Loki, Thor, Wanda Maximoff/The Scarlett Witch, Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow, Stephen Strange/Doctor Strange

⌑ tv series ⌑

The Boys (2019-) Billy Butcher, Homelander, Soldier Boy, Queen Maeve

The Sandman (2022-) Morpheus/Dream/The Sandman, Corinthian/Nightmare

⌑ movies, movie series ⌑

Star Wars (not specific movie) Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vader, Obi Wan Kenobi [tv series’ version as well]

Uncharted (2022) Nathan Drake - also game version too.

Twilight (all of them) Edward Cullen, Alice Cullen

In time (2011) Raymond Leon

American Psycho (2001) Patrick Bateman

John Wick (whole series) John Wick

The Prestige (2006) Alfred Borden

⌑ idols, actors, actresses ⌑

bts [especially jk & tae], chris evans, elizabeth olsen, sebastian stan, tom hiddlestion, tom holland, chris evans, robert pattinson     

◆ Lyrics

1. A little bit older. A black leather jacket. A bad reputation. Insatiable habits. He was onto me, one look and I couldn't breathe. Yeah, I said, “If you kiss me, I might let it happen.” ▸my oh my, camila cabello [m]

2. Our secret moments in your crowded room. They've got no idea about me and you. & Say my name and everything just stops. I don't want you like a best friend. Only bought this dress so you could take it off▸dress, taylor swift [m]

3. I'm not here for games. I told you what it is, you chose to stay, oh. Baby, you chose the pain. 'Cause you don't know me, you just know my name, oh ▸renegade, aaryan shah [dark theme]

4. You don't know what you did, did to me. Your body lightweight speaks to me▸under the influence, chris brown

5. Please understand that I'm trying my hardest. My head's a mess but I'm trying regardless. Anxiety is one hell of a problem▸consume, chase atlantic [angst]

6. Bend it over slow 'cause daddy I know how you like it. Backseat of the 'Rari pullin' over just to ride it. Make you get down on your knees. Can't always havе what you please. This bitch ain't comin' for free & you know I carry a knife. You should be scared for your life. 'Cause you know I don't play nice▸oh mami, chase atlantic ft. maggie lindemann [m]

7. Don't worry, my hands. They're only warm for you. If I'm ruining you right now. Please forgive me. Because I can't live without you▸pied piper, bts

8. Someone told me stay away from things that aren't yours. But was he yours, if he wanted me so bad? Pacify her. She's getting on my nerves. You don't love her. Stop lying with those words.▸pacify her, melanie martinez

9. And all the kids cried out, "Please stop, you're scaring me". I can't help this awful energy. God damn right, you should be scared of me. Who is in control? ▸control, halsey [villain vibe]

10. There's parts of me I cannot hide. I've tried and tried a million times. Cross my heart and hope to die. Welcome to my darkside▸darkside, neoni [villain vibe]

11. And if somebody hurts you, I wanna fight. But my hands been broken one too many times. So I'll use my voice, I'll be so fucking rude. Words they always win, but I know I'll lose▸another love, tom odell [angst]

12. Terribly like terrible, she's the villain. One as sweet as caramel, she's my saint. Think I'm getting butterflies, but it's really. Something telling me to run away▸inferno, bella poarch & sub urban

13. I could be a better boyfriend than him. I could do the shit that he never did. Up all night, I won't quit. Thinking I'm gonna steal you from him. I could be such a gentleman. Plus all my clothes would fit▸boyfriend, dove cameron [from this lyrics, I am getting a big vibe of wanda x f!reader, so, you know what I mean]

14. I keep forgetting I should let you go. But when you look at me. The only memory is us kissing in the moonlight▸can’t remember to forget you, shakira & rihanna

15. Yeah, we danced on tabletops, and we took too many shots. Think we kissed, but I forgot last Friday night▸last friday night, katy perry

16. Don't blame me, love made me crazy. If it doesn't, you ain't doin' it right. Lord, save me, my drug is my baby. I'll be usin' for the rest of my life ▸don’t blame me, taylor swift

17. Call me in the morning to apologize. Every little lie gives me butterflies. Something in the way you're looking through my eyes. Don't know if I'm gonna make it out alive▸teeth, 5sos

18. Six feet tall and super strong. We'd always get along. Alright, alright. Ooh, he'd pick me up at eight. And not a minute late. 'Cause I don't like to wait, no. Kind and ain't afraid to cry. Or treat his mama right. That's right, that's what I like▸guy.exe, superfruit [fluff]

19. I'm in love with a fairytale. Even though it hurts. 'Cause I don't care if I lose my mind. I'm already cursed▸bad blood, taylor swift [note for this one; I added these part but I will write with whole lyrics because this song’s every lyric is amazing for an au, or a love story]

20. And you're startin' to bore me, baby. Why'd you only call me when you're high?▸why’d you only call me when you’re high?, arctic monkeys [protective or possessive vibe]

21. But you didn't have to cut me off. Make out like it never happened. And that we were nothing. And I don't even need your love. But you treat me like a stranger. And that feels so rough▸somebody that i used to know, gotye

22. Right now, I'm shameless. Screamin' my lungs out for ya. Not afraid to face it. I need you more than I want to▸shameless, camila cabello

23. We laugh together, we cry together. These simple feelings were everything I had. When will it be?. If I see you again. I will look into your eyes. And say, "I missed you"▸still with you, jungkook

24. She said, "Fuck me like I'm famous", I said, "Okay"▸slow down, chase atlantic [m]

25. You're too late. Had your girlfriend at my house for two days. Should be obvious, the reason she stayed with me▸too late, chase atlantic [m]

26. Where have you been? Do you know when you're coming back? 'Cause since you've been gone. I've got along but I've been sad▸reflections, the neighbourhood [angst]

27. And I've heard of a love that comes once in a lifetime. And I'm pretty sure that you are that love of mine.▸dandelions, ruth b. [fluff]

28. You'll never know the psychopath sitting next to you. You'll never know the murderer sitting next to you. You'll think, "How'd I get here, sitting next to you?" But after all I've said, please don't forget ▸heathens, twenty one pilots [dark theme, like mafia au]

29. But mama I'm in love with a criminal. And this type of love isn't rational, it's physical.▸criminal, britney spears [this one is like mafia au too]

30. Oh, dear diary, I met a boy. He made my doll heart light up with joy. Oh, dear diary, we fell apart. Welcome to the life of Electra Heart.▸ bubblegum bitch, marina

31. Come on, don't be silly. I beg of you, stop. I'm sure that he doesn't reflect. What he really is▸ainsi bas la vida, indila [dark theme]

32. I can't be your Superman. Can't be your Superman & Don't get me wrong, I love these hoes. It's no secret everybody knows. Yeah, we fucked, bitch, so what? That's about as far as your buddy goes & I never loved you enough to trust you. We just met and I just fucked you▸superman, eminem [so much homelander vibe]

33. You think I'm crazy, you think I'm gone. So what if I'm crazy? All the best people are. And I think you're crazy too, I know you're gone. That's probably the reason that we get along▸mad hatter, melanie martinez [dark theme]

34. I'm tired of being home alone. Used to have a girl a day. But I want you to stay. ▸ lost in the fire, the weekend [playboy vibe]

35. We found each other. I helped you out of a broken place. You gave me comfort. But falling for you was my mistake.▸ call out my name, the weekend

36. Give it to me daddy, that's what she keeps screamin'. Give it to me daddy, She love the way I beat it.& Lights down low, time to get naughty. ▸lights down low, maejor ft. waka flocka flame [m]

37. You can say what you like, don't say I wouldn't die for you. I, I'm down on my knees and I need you to be my God. Be my help, be a savior who can.▸ train wreck, james arthur [angst, mainly]

39. We used to be close, but people can go. From people you know to people you don't. And what hurts the most is people can go. From people you know to people you don't ▸ people you know, selena gomez

38. One: Don't pick up the phone. You know he's only callin' 'cause he's drunk and alone

Two: Don't let him in, you'll have to kick him out again

Three: Don't be his friend. You know you're gonna wake up in his bed in the mornin'

And if you're under him, you ain't gettin' over him.▸new rules, dua lipa

40. Saw you there and I thought. "Oh, my God, look at that face. You look like my next mistake. Love's a game, wanna play?" ▸blank space, taylor swift

41. I know I can treat you better than he can. And any girl like you deserves a gentleman. Tell me, why are we wasting time. On all your wasted crying. When you should be with me instead? ▸ treat you better, shawn mendes [love triangle vibe]

42. Only love can hurt like this. Must have been a deadly kiss & But every time you're there I'm begging you to stay. When you come close I just tremble. And every time, every time you go. It's like a knife that cuts right through my soul▸only love can hurt like this, paloma faith

43. I heard from a friend of a friend. That that dick was a ten out of ten ▸ need to know, doja cat [m]

44. Evil, I've come to tell you that she's evil, most definitely. Evil, ornery, scandalous and evil, most definitely ▸ doin’ time, lana del rey

45. Baby, I'm a sociopath. Sweet serial killer. On the warpath. 'Cause I love you just a little too much ▸ serial killer, lana del rey [dark theme, dark!nat and wanda vibes or dark!mc/reader with a pretty boy like peter p.]

46. Guys my age don't know how to treat me. Don't know how to treat me. Don't know how to treat me. Guys my age don't know how to touch me. Don't know how to love me good ▸ guys my age, hey violet [mature, sugar!daddy/mommy theme]

love, rose <3

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/perseprose/profile you can request in ao3 too. i will publish this in there too.

[masterlist]

#mcu #dc #the boys #the sandman #star wars #marvel x reader #dc x reader #batman x reader #billy butcher x reader #bts #bts x reader #actresses #actors #idols #written by me #do not steal #morpheus #request #marvel #bucky barnes x reader #homelander #fanfiction #masterlist #the sandman x reader #obi wan kenobi #edward cullen #twilight #nathan drake #Raymond Leon #Patrick Bateman

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What if Peni and Dodo were related in the Spiderverse x NSR AU? (Kids who don’t have their voices heard and get pushed away as a result)

(WE ARE ENTERING TIN FOIL HAT TERRITORY)

(Still… I prefer the AU where NSR is completely replaced by Miguel’s Energy Company)

I prefer keeping NSR cast and adding Spider people (don't know if the ask I answered about that is coming out before or after this one), but I'll still talk about both versions when I can! They each have their own interesting merits to them that should be explored!

I personally don't see Dodo as having any other relatives other than his immediate family, but I haven't thought about it that much so it could be something possible. Though she would have to be a distant relative to Dodo if that were the case, maybe a 1st or 2nd cousin.

However! I actually think I might like Asa and Peni being cousins for some reason! (Asa is my version of the Ex-Jay bassist, just in case newer people are coming for spiderverse content and don't know him since I barely talk about him lol).

I tried looking up if Peni Parker was Jewish like Peter Parker is, couldn't find an answer to that, but it would be cool if she was and she was related to Asa's maternal side of the family. She goes over to England to see her cousin Asa and there she meets Hobie, who is visiting his Ex-Jay friends, which is when Peni learns about Miles and Gwen from Hobie talking about them.

Lots of connections we can make here! Though if you want her related to Dodo, that's fine too! Dodo learning he has a distant relative around his age (he's 17 for me and Peni is like 15 in the second movie I think) would be something that makes him really happy and he would love to meet her and hopefully become friends (she would probably really like Sayu too).

#nsrtalk #spidertalk #eritalks #noart #asks #edit: #welp #meant to schedule this #looks like it posted #lol

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Hope Hosts (another) Sleepover Event: 1st - 14th Feb

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Okay so this was supposed to be to celebrate me hitting 2k followers but in the meantime I’ve managed to hit 3.9k followers lmao!

So to celebrate I’m doing another sleepover, but this time you can request mini headcanons / drabbles, but specifically for characters that I haven’t written for yet!

You’re also more than welcome to play some games with me / ask questions, just come join in the sleepover fun!🖤

I don’t really have time frame for this other than it will begin on Feb 1st and will likely last for about two weeks, so hopefully we’ll wrap up just in time for Valentines Day!! But honestly it depends on how many of you get involved, we shall see😈

Edit: requests closed, all slots are full

Without further ado, here’s the list of characters you can request for: (but you are welcome to request someone outside of this list if you really want to)

Wanda Maximoff

Yelena Belova

Kate Bishop

Harley Quinn (DCEU)

Steve Rogers

Thor Odinson

Loki

Sylvie

Peter Parker (Andrew/TASM variant only)

Makkari (would love to do some Drukkari x Reader too)

Thena

Sersi

Ajak

Dane Whitman

Frank Castle

Billy Russo

Carol Danvers

Hope Van Dyne

Valkyrie

Eddie Brock

Xu Xialing

Xu Shang-Chi

Here are the characters I have technically written for but not a lot so would definitely like to do more of:

Bucky Barnes

Natasha Romanoff

Rick Flag (DCEU)

Geralt of Rivia (The Witcher)

Ikaris

But also please feel free to request almost any other character you want, if I know them (and like them) I’ll happily write something for you!🖤

IMPORTANT: My only 'rule' this time is that I will limiting my headcanons / drabbles to 15 slots. With this limited availability in mind I therefore ask please do not request more than one writing per person, just so more people have the opportunity to get something🖤

Here’s some prompt lists you can use if you’d like:

Hurt / Comfort prompts

Angst / Fluff / Smut prompts

Send in your requests!! (only one per person please) (limited to 15 slots)

Questions / games are unlimited, feel free to fire away!

Send me:

This or that / make me choose

FMK (kiss or kill, you choose) (bonus points if its from the characters listed above)

Questions (personal or fandom related)

Ask for advice

Ask about an upcoming project

Ask about my Second Chances series

Confess something to me / make me confess

Horny thots (again, bonus points if from the list above)

As there will be nsfw thots this event is strictly 18+, minors you shouldn’t be on my page to begin with so shoo!!

More in-depth info here

Thank you, love you!✨💫🖤🥰 let’s have some fun!

- Hope🐝

I am once again (no pressure) tagging some of moots🥰 @mothdruid @wannabevampire @murdicks @galaxysgal @wtfobiwan @mushroomlupin @clints-lucky-arrow @inklore @siempre-bucky @singledadharrington @redroomproperty @tompetersebbuckyhazleo @foxe @sapphireplums @greenorangevioletgrass @lokianddruigsbitch @bemine-bucky @strwbrrybucky

P.S. sorry for the incredibly long post🙈

#wasp rambles #hope hits 4k #hope hosts #hope hosts round 2 #eternals #druig #Kate bishop #Harley Quinn #Rick flag #yelena Belova #thena #makkari #ajak #sersi #Dane Whitman #Ikaris #Steve Rogers #tasm!peter #Carol Danvers #billy Russo #Wanda maximoff #xu xialing #Xialing #xu shang chi #shang chi

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—     [ Masterlist ]

A second collection of all of my works

Bold = NSFW

1st Masterlist FAQ

All Avengers

The Avengers and their reaction to Fanfiction

Steve Rogers

Imagine Steve fucking Nick Fury’s daughter

Always You

Imagine trying to run from Dark!Steve

Steve Rogers NSFW Alphabet

Bucky Barnes

Imagine Bucky remembering you

Just Like You

Not Enough

Peter Parker

Peter dating Nick Fury’s daughter

Chris Evans

Imagine fucking Chris, your best friend’s dad

Imagine pretending to give Chris a blowjob, like the Tik-tok trend

Imaging making a sex tape with Chris

Imagine Chris dating a dancer

Imagine riding Chris

Meant To Be

Chris and trying anal

Chris dating a short person

Watching football playoffs with Chris

Imagine riding Chris’ face

Multiple Characters

Attack on Titan boys reaction to you calling them Daddy

Attack on Titan boys reaction to you saying your parents aren’t home

Attack on Titan characters reaction to a Black Cadet

First Time with the Warriors and Colt

The Warriors teaching you how to drive

Accidentally texting them and confessing your feelings

Attack on Titan boys and their kinks

Attack on Titan girls waking up to morning head

When the Attack on Titan boys want some extra attention

Eren Jaeger

Sex with Eren

Imagine Titan!Eren saving you

Giving Eren his first blowjob

Eren being clingy

Sex Lesons ft. Reiner Braun

Jealous Sex with Eren

Dugout

Keychain

Levi Ackerman

You Can Rest Now

Levi with someone taller

Levi with someone shorter

Imagine giving Levi a blowjob

Levi fingering his Partner

Levi and Overstimulation

B, M, and U NSFW Alphabet

H, F, T, and X NSFW Alphabet

Erwin Smith

Imagine having a crush on Commander Erwin Smith

Bratty Behavior

F and D NSFW Alphabet

Porco Galliard

Green-Eyed Monster

Porco having a crush on you

Being Reiner’s sibling and dating Porco

Sex with Porco

Romeo and Juliet

Porco with a musically inclined partner

Porco and jealousy

Painting the Jaw Titan

Porco dating someone from Paradis

End Up Here

Cuddling with Porco

Imagine Porco saving you while as the Jaw Titan

Not Over Her

Symbols on Your Skin

Porco with an Airheaded Partner

13 Years

Porco dating someone close to Ymir

Tequila and Whiskey

Dating Porco and Reiner

Reiner Braun

Moonlight Promises

Sex with Reiner Braun

Being Porco’s sibling and dating Reiner

Sex Lessons ft. Eren Jaeger

Imagine finding out that Reiner is the Armored Titan

Liar, Liar Pants on Fire

Same Mistakes

F and D NSFW Alphabet

Dating Reiner and Porco

Zeke Jaeger

NSFW Headcanons

Daddy’s Little Princess

Colt Grice

Praise

Multiple Characters

Pretending to give him head prank

Haikyuu Boys with a Cheerleader

Haikyuu Boys accidentally leaking your nudes

Haikyuu Boys with an Airheaded Partner

Haikyuu Characters and their Hogwarts Houses

Waking the Haikyuu Boys up with Morning Head

Embarrassing moments with the Haikyuu Boys

“Whoops wrong person,” prank

Driving with the Haikyuu Boys

Karasuno Boys

Karasuno Boys and your uniform

Calling them an embarrassing nickname in front of the team

How they show affection in public

Sugawara Koushi

Imagine accidentally flashing Suga

Daichi Sawamura

Calling him Daddy for the first time

Oikawa Tooru

Back To You

Bokuto Koutarou

Cockwarming with Bokuto

Reminding Me To Forget

Bokuto as a Boyfriend

Kageyama Tobio

Study Buddies

#avengers #avengers x reader #steve roger x reader #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers #tony stark x reader #tony stark #bucky barnes x reader #thor odinson x reader #thor odinson #peter parker x reader #peter parker #steve rogers smut #chris evans x reader smut #chris evans x reader #chris evans x you #masterlist #attack on titan #eren jeager x reader #reiner braun x reader #reiner braun #eren jaeger

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Campus// Teacher! Peter X Student!Reader

Warning: Student-teacher relationship ( although both are legal age)

This is loosely based on the song Campus by Vampire Weekend

You woke up to the cold air hitting your body as the covers that hugged your body the night before had fallen on the floor. You noticed your bed that was occupied by someone last night was now empty. You brushed it off because you were sure he had a class that morning too. When you checked the time you noticed you had slept through your alarm for class. You quickly hurried to get dress so you wouldn’t be late to start your new class for the semester.

School has just started back and this was 1st semester of your senior year and you we’re excited yet a little scared. You had spent the last 4 years living on campus, making new friends, forming relationships, and of course, partying. Last night was no exception. You and your roommate threw a party last night in your apartment and the turnout was pretty wild. You had met this guy Peter last night. You had never seen him before but you assumed he had just transferred from another university. He was a tall brown hair guy with brown eyes. The one thing that drew you to him was that he was super funny and had a really bubbly personality. When you first noticed him he was standing with a group of people. You made your way over to him and introduced yourself. The two of you immediately hit it off. Not long after the party ended you and Peter had made your way to your room and you can imagine what happened next.

After you got dressed, you grabbed everything you needed and made your way out of your apartment to hopefully make it to class on time. As you were speed walking to classes you checked your phone. You noticed you had a message from an unknown number.

‘Hi, it’s Peter, sorry I had to run off this morning. Had to get ready for my first class. Hope to see you soon

You smiled and replied with a ‘See you soon :)’ before shoving your phone back in your pocket. You made it to class just in time. You found a sit in the front of the class because your eyesight had never been the best. Once you were settled, you grabbed your laptop and got prepared to take notes. Just then the Professor walked in. You could notice that brown hair and bright smile from a mile away. Peter?

He walked in and wrote his name on the board before turning around to the class. When he saw you his face went pale. He soon got back to reality clearing his throat.

“Sorry about that guys. Guess I wasn't expecting so many shining faces this morning. Well, Good Morning class my name is Mr. Parker I’ll be your professor for Advanced Physics 2. Does anyone have any questions for me before we get started?”

A girl in the back raised her hand. Peter gestured for her to proceed with her question.

“Mr. Parker how old or you cause you look like you should be sitting up here with us”

The school erupted in laughter also gaining a chuckle from Peter. You remained quiet because you actually wanted to know the answer. You had left a lot up to your assumptions last night which is why you’re in the situation you are now. Being as that you slept with your professor.

“Well, I am 25. I was a pretty bright kid in high school. I graduated at 16, went straight into college, and earned my doctorate degree around this time last year” He answered

The class clapped and congratulated him. He accepted the praise before getting started with the class. The class that day felt like it went on forever. It was just the introduction to the class but it felt like he was teaching a whole lesson because of how anxious you were about what happened. Peter dismissed the class before walking up to you.

“Do you mind staying after for a few minutes please?” He asked

You nodded and finish putting your stuff in your bookbag as the rest of the class cleared out. You walked up to his desk where he had returned to.

“Yes Sir?” you questioned you tried to play it off since it was still students in the class

The last student walked out leaving the two of you alone. You let out a big sigh before freaking out.

“How could you not tell me you were a professor! Why were you at a college party? Oh my gosh, I fucked my professor. I’m literally living a lifetime movie right now!” Peter walked around his desk and grabbed you trying to calm you down. You eventually calmed down. You looked up into his eyes. They were soft and apologetic.

“I'm sorry (Y/N). I was at the party last night because I have a younger brother that goes here. He wanted to come really bad but he was scared so he asked me to come with him. I tried to tell him it wasn’t probably the best idea to be at a party with students but he insisted so I went and I’m glad I did cause I met you. I know I probably should have told you I was a professor but when I was talking to you it slipped my mind. I’m really sorry and I understand if you never want to see me again but I would love it if you did” He explained

You looked into his eyes. He seemed to be telling the truth. You pulled him into a kiss. You could feel him smile into the kiss.

“How am I supposed to pretend I never wanna see you again?” You smiled

He lifted you up hugging you since he was taller than you. You giggled and kissed him again before he put you back down.

“Well I have to go before my next class starts in 30 minutes and it’s all the way across campus so I’ll see you later?” You questioned

“Of course. Enjoy learning” He said

You laughed and walked out the door before turning back and waving.

#marvel imagine #peter parker x reader #peter fanfiction #peter parker #peter parker au #peter parker fluff #tom holland x you #spiderman x reader #spiderman imagine

[fandomscombine]

Achoo! I’m Spiderman.

TASM!Peter Parker x Reader (or any version of Peter works too, but Andrew's Peter was the one I had in mind while writing)

BG: The weather is freezing cold, you tell Peter to skip patrol tonight since everyone would be inside and don't want him to get sick. But of course he still goes-promising to be back early. You can guess what happens.

A/N: 1st fic of 2022, out of a 7 month writing slump.

As I finish the 2nd half , it’s currently 8℃ . Finally got some real winter cold where I live after years of mild winter. But this doesn’t change the fact that all I want to do in this cold is huddle in a blanket.

My first TASM fic! Wanted to test it out if we there’s gonna be traction

WC:867

>>>MASTERLIST<<<

“Do you really have to patrol tonight?” You can feel the gush of the cold wind enter your room, the news forecasted there to be a blizzard to fall over New York overnight.

“You know I have to y/n” Reason Peter, already halfway out, legs dangling over the edge.

“I know, I just don’t want you getting sick. The storm is said to pick up soon, just… keep warm okay.” Tossing him a green beanie. “And get home early, I doubt any sane person would be out in this cold.”

“Are you calling me crazy?” He teased, putting the beanie on top of the spidey mask. Damn does he look cute.

“And now I’m cute.”

“Oh shit, did I just say that out loud?”

“Yepp.” Peter replied, popping the p. “So… am I crazy or am I cute?”

You can’t help but roll your eyes. “You’re crazy and cute. You’re crazy cute Parker, and I want you back by midnight.”

“Back to last name basis I see then.” Peter steadies his grip on the wall and turns to you. “Yes Mammn Y/L/N” Does a soldier salute and kicks back.

You lean out the window and stay there until the silhouette of the amazing friendly neighborhood spiderman fades into the concrete jungle. Shutting the window, cutting off the cold breeze.

The room warms up but it’s not the same without Peter.

You love Peter with all your heart and support him as Spiderman, But even months after officially dating and being let into his secret life, you’re still not used to the worry and tightness in your chest whenever he does his nightly rounds. You doubt you ever will.

—-

The city is calm tonight. Y/n was right, no sane person would dare wander out on the street at this temperature. Peter thought. It was a nice break from the chaos of his patrol. Finally a time where he could admire the city he grew up in. Swinging between skyscrapers- the view of the city lights against the light fall of snow, wind brushing through, quiet with only his web shooters twips with each swing gives Peter a sense of serene.

The only thing remotely close he could compare this moment is as if you were living in a snowglobe.

Peter takes in the moment, letting his subconscious and spidey sense lead him.

HIgh low Twip right HIgh low Twip left high low Twi–AHoo!

Falling. Building Building! Twip! “ Whew! That was close. Achoo!” Is web misses this time and “Opfffhh”

Peter faceplants onto the side of a building. That was embarrassing- good thing no one saw that.

“Ohh I’ll never hear the last of this.” Peter groans, knowing that you would pull the I told you so card on him when he gets back.

Peter is eager to remove the snotty spiderman mask. He checks the narrow alleyway for cameras - it’s clear.

Peter changes out of his suit and into his civilian clothes equipped with the green beanie you had given him earlier. Peter knew that he would need to get some paracetamol to get better. He also knew that if he didn’t get some before heading back home, you would brave the upcoming snow storm just to get him the medicine.

After a couple of blocks, there shine a blue light. A shop was open!

Peter detours to the sweets aisle, grabbing your favorite bar of chocolate that he’ll use as a peace offering. As he loads more miscellaneous snacks into his arms (just in case the chocolate isn’t enough) he hears coins drop on the ground followed by hushed voices.

“Hurry up, old man. Fill it up or I’ll shoot.”

“Don’t please…”

The robber hadn’t noticed Peter was in the far corner of the shop. Because, why would any sane person be out in this cold? Your words rang through Peter’s head.

More pressing matters, is that Peter also hadn’t noticed the robber come in. His spider senses didn’t pick up any danger.

Damn it you stupid flu.

“Who’s there?”

Peter eyes widen, did he just say that out loud? Gosh is he turning into you.

Peter had to think fast, but his brain is all fuzzy. There’s no way he could use the web shooters and not reveal his identity. He had to change, but there just isn’t time.

Gently placing the snacks on the floor, he grabs the mask from his backpack. “This will have to do.” He mutters.

“I know you’re here somewhere…I–” He can feel the robber round the corner.

“ACHOO!” The webs misses.

“Gottcha–what” Twip Twips “—hmm whmmm”

The robber is pinned to the wall with mouth webbed. No snarky remark from Spidey.

Peter simply picks up the snacks and heads to the counter.

“You’re… you’re…Spid” The shop owner is either still shocked at what just went down or because Spiderman is in the shop, Peter isn’t sure.

“Yes, I’m Spiderman.” Peter mumbled. “How much for these and some paracetamol?”

“It’s on the house. You just saved my life.”

“Ummm thanks, sorry about the mess tho.”

Masked Spiderman closes the shop door, but not before he webs cash on the counter.

Peter glances at his phone-11:56pm SHIT.

–

Part 2?

—

Yup, a bit of a hanger there. I wanted to write more, especially with what happens when Peter arrives home. But I wasn’t sure if people would read this- but hey if you made it this far- Thanks! Hope you like it. This is my first piece out of a writing slump and first ever TASM! Fic. If it goes well, heck yea will I write a part 2

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[liberty-barnes]

Letters To A Stranger

Peter Parker x Female!Reader

Summary: The story of a girl who loved a boy, but couldn't talk, so she wrote.

Warnings: fluff for a bit, but then massive angst, and i mean massive, STOP READING HERE IF YOU DON'T WANT ANY SPOILERS BUT I WOULDN'T FEEL OKAY WITHOUT LISTING ALL THE ANGST FACTORS 

(mentions of ED, mentions of self-harm, implied character death, mentions of social anxiety)

Word Count: 1.3k words

Estimated Reading Time: 5 minutes

A/N: did you miss me?

Masterlist 

February 21st, 2024

Dear Cute Boy On The Subway, 

Are you new? Or was I simply too oblivious to your presence until now? I've never seen you before, you're really pretty.

 I don't think I've ever used the word "pretty" to describe a man before. Well, boy, but my point stands.

But you really are. With your caramel eyes, and artistically tousled hair. You're cute. Kind of like a puppy. Not that I'm attracted to dogs, of course, but there's really no better way to describe you. Your face lights up when you talk on the phone, like an excited golden retriever who'd just been told he was going for a walk. I wonder who you're talking to. Is it your partner? Please, say you're single.

You get off after me apparently, so I guess I'll just keep my pining to my letters and hope to see you again tomorrow.

Kinda wishing I was yours,

Your secret admirer.

February 22nd, 2024

Dear Cute Boy On The Subway, 

You're back! Is this a simple coincidence or are you a regular? 

From the backpack on your shoulder, I'd say maybe you're a student. I don't go to school. You make me wish I did if only to see your face every day for more than the short ten minutes of our joint ride.

I wonder how old you are. You look old enough to be in high school, but which year are you? I know I'm only nineteen, but I'd feel a little bummed about crushing on a fourteen-year-old.

You're smiling again today. I'm glad. I don't see a lot of smiles at the diner. Mostly glares, impatient huffs, and tired, distant expressions. It's a nice change.

I have to go now but thank you for making my day.

Hoping to see you again tomorrow, 

Your secret admirer.

February 23rd, 2024

Dear Cute Boy On The Subway, 

I'm starting to think that smile is permanent. It's the third day in a row that I've gotten on the train and was immediately greeted with your beaming smile as you watched some video on your phone. It made me smile too.

Your sweatshirt's pretty. It says "Midtown Tech" on it. Is that a school? Is it your school? 

I may have to do some digging later.

Please don't think I'm a stalker.

Your totally not-stalker secret admirer.

March 1st, 2024

Dear Cute Boy On The Subway, 

I was late this morning so I didn't get to see you. My boss was not happy about it, I felt like I was walking on very thin ice.

And then this guy grabbed my ass while I was taking his order. I acted on instinct, tried to remember everything they taught me at my self-defense class. I ended up accidentally punching him in the face. 

So yeah, I lost my job today. Which is why I'm here so early. I might stay on the subway just to see which stop you get off on. 

Yeah, maybe not, that'd be weird and I should start job hunting as soon as possible.

Thank you for making me smile on a bad day.

Thank you for being you,

Your secret admirer.

March 17th, 2024

Dear Cute Boy On The Subway, 

I got a new job! I'm working at this coffee shop/bookstore and it's honestly the greatest thing in the world. I get to be around books AND get free hot chocolate, how much better can life be?

You looked a little down today, I wonder if you're okay? Is everything well at home? Maybe school's the problem? Maybe you got a bad grade, but you look really smart so I don't know.

I hope you're feeling better tomorrow,

Your secret admirer.

March 19th, 2024

Dear Cute Boy On The Subway, 

I wish I knew your name, that way I'd know who to address this to. But I guess Cute Boy On The Subway will have to do. 

You were smiling again today, that's nice. I haven't seen you smile in a while, I was starting to get worried. The sweater you were wearing looked a little too big to be yours, the collar slipped down a little when you moved. It looks like there's a massive bruise on your upper chest. Does it hurt? Are you okay?

I wish I was brave enough to ask you in person.

Get better soon, 

Your secret admirer.

March 25th, 2024

Dear Cute Boy On The Subway, 

You're back to not smiling today. I don't like to see you frown. Not at all. I want you to tell me what's wrong. I want to help you get better, see you smile again.

I want to talk to you.

I'll do it tomorrow, 

Your secret admirer.

March 26th, 2024

Dear Cute Boy On The Subway, 

You were sad again today. But that's okay, cause I said I'd talk to you. 

Except I didn't.

My stomach started doing uncomfortable flips and I had to get off the train earlier than usual so I could throw up. It was not fun. 

Maybe I just have the flu?

Hopefully, I'll be better tomorrow,

Your secret admirer.

March 30th, 2024

Dear Cute Boy On The Subway, 

I've tried talking to you for three days, every time I had to get off and empty my stomach's content. I started to see a pattern so after a half week of that vicious cycle, I went to see my doctor.

Turns out I have social anxiety tendencies and you simply trigger them a bit. So, basically, my body won't let me talk to you.

I'm a little sad but also kind of relieved. At least I know I'm not voluntarily letting you slip through my fingers.

Not that I ever plan on doing that, you've become too important.

I hope you smile tomorrow,

Your secret admirer.

April 7th, 2024

Dear Cute Boy On The Subway, 

I'm worried about you. Your sleeve rose a little when you held onto the pole. There are scars there, familiar ones, ones that I recognize as scars left by one's own hand. Physical marks of a person's suffering.

Why are you doing that? It hurts to know that you feel down enough to resort to that. I want to help, but I can't bring myself to talk to you.

Please stop this,

Your secret admirer.

April 12th, 2024

Dear Cute Boy On The Subway, 

Your eyes were red today. You've been crying. There are dark circles under your eyes, how long has it been since you've last slept?

A lady asked you if you were alright. You said you were just a little tired. I've never heard a more obvious lie.

I wish I could talk to you,

Your secret admirer.

April 16th, 2024

Dear Cute Boy On The Subway, 

The dark circles haven't gone away, if anything they've gotten darker. But now there's a bruise on your cheek. You seem to be getting thinner too.

What's going on?

Your secret admirer.

April 28th, 2024

Dear Cute Boy On The Subway, 

How much weight have you lost? Your cheekbones are more prominent, and your arms are getting thinner by the second. Why don't you eat? 

The bruises are more frequent now. Cheek, eyebrow, lip... 

Who's hitting you?

Who's making you suffer?

Your secret admirer.

May 6th, 2024

Dear Cute Boy On The Subway, 

I haven't seen you in a few days. I wonder where you are.

Are you okay?

I'm sorry, that's a stupid question, you probably aren't.

I've decided that next time I see you I'm gonna talk to you. Ask you what's wrong. Force you to tell me if that's what it takes.

I hope you're safe.

Your secret admirer.

May 27th, 2024

Dear Peter Parker, 

I'm sorry I wasn't brave enough to talk to you when I had the chance.

I hope you're in a better place now.

I'm sorry you were alone when you did it.

I'm sorry you had to do it.

With love,

(Y/n).

yes, i'm one of those authors that post something an then disappears for two months, i'm sorry. i've been super busy with school and i haven't really had the motivation to write lately but i got this idea and i just needed to get it out.

also, i may be getting a new computer in like 1 or 2 weeks, so that's cool! it'll be better to write and stuff cause this one's getting kinda slow and sometimes it's hard to post stuff cause it won't load lmao.

anyway, i hope you liked it and if you did don’t forget to reblog/comment/like

love you all!

-Miah

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[whatdoesshedotothem]

Tuesday 15 October 1839

8

12 50/..

Damp foggy morning again F60 ½° at 8am vide crypt p. 197 wrote and sent by Léopold at 9 35/.. note with my card under envelop to Price G- ‘au général, Le Prince Galitzin [Gallitzin], Gouverneur militaire, De la ville de Moscou, etc. etc. etc.’ Madame Lister présente les complimens [compliments] au général le prince Galitzin [Gallitzin], et lui met sa carte – Madame Lister prie le prince Galitzin [Gallitzin] de vouloir bien agréer sex excuses de n’avoir pas mis sa carte sous envelope avec la lettre du marquis de Clauricarde – Hotel Howard. Lundi soir’ – Breakfast at 9 ½ and paid Leopold for yesterday and gave him orders for today – to have the carriage here in an hour and go to the botanic garden 1st – then wrote the above of this morning till now 11 10/.. F61 ¼° on my table and I feel as if the stove-heat affected my head – weight (sensation of) over my eyes – Gross brought in a letter (forwarded from St. Petersburg) from Mr. Parker H-x dated 26 September 2pp. – wrote according to my desire “tho’ without having scarcely anything particular to communicate – Thomas Appleyard of Northowram a respectable young man, will be glad to take Pump farm and at the same time to contract for any stone that may be in the estate – John Dixon would be grateful to me for a character, his late master having broken up his establishment – “Mr. Harper has been over at Shibden hall where I believe all goes on well in the house – many depredations have been committed in the neighbourhood but as yet you have escaped – the hay is a thin crop, but has been got full as well as any of your neighbours, for here the season has been most wretched  again there has been a slight misfortune in the colliery, owing to an increase of water – David Booth informs me that he has ordered two 9In. pumps at Low moor to be completed in about a fortnight, which he hopes will do away with all impediments. Should you ultimately be disposed to sell the coal I’m sure Mr. Stocks would give you full as much as any other person from what I’ve casually heard him say – you would have no trouble with him in money matters.        David Booth has just called he says that the colliery is working night and day and on Sundays also – and that they are getting near a hundred loads per day, and that there is great demand for the coal   Mr. Jeremiah Rawson is dead” - ........ not a word about Mr. Adams’ having written to A- turned to see what I had written to Mr. Parker from Xtiania – In fact I did not write to him at all from there but from Götheborg [Göteborg] 17 August – could not find copy of what I wrote – out at 12 ¼ - Leopold  has got us a better carriage than we had yesterday – at 12 55/.. alighted at Peter the great garden now the empress’s garden – where she always walks when here – very picturesque and pretty – undulating ground planted chiefly with birch and prettily laid out in well kept smooth fine gravel walks – a short avenue of rough-bark limes (Linden trees) planted by Peter the great – enjoyed our walk round these pretty grounds - on the right bank of the Moskva – fine view

of the sparrow hills (Vorobiefskii  Gori. Schintzler ii. 44/742) a long range of hill (chalk?) finely wooded, along the right bank of the river – from these grounds entered those of one of the Gatilzins’ [Gallitzin] a prince aetatis about 44, very rich – (the governor prince Galitzin [Gallitzin] about 74 and not rich – not nearly related to the rich one) the emperor offered him six millions of Rubels for his grounds here – but G- said he would not take twenty millions i.e. he would not sell them – Exchange now at 21/. per £1 .:. 6,000,000 ÷ 21 = £285,714.5.8 12/21 adjoining prince Galitzins’ [Gallitzin] gardens were comtesse Orloffs’ but she gave them to the emperor and retired to a convent – is still leaving and must be about aetatis 90! from the Orloff gardens   one can pass a pretty stone rustic sort of bridge into the gardens of the empress’s palace, but we made straight for our carriage to drive up to the palace door on the opposite side (not the garden front) of the house and alighted there at 2 10/.. – very comfortable – nice liveable house – In the empress’s white scagliuola [scagliola] walls and bed-room furnished with rich dark green silk from the fabrique at St. P-, a large bed (for the emperor and empress) in the recess behind 2 Ionic (white scagliuola [scagliola]) columns the curtains passed diagonally thro’ 2 large (12in. diameter) bright brass, or gilt? rings suspended from the ceiling by green silk same as the curtains – the bed screen between the 2 columns but from each column to the side wall of the room was a very pretty screen 5 or 6ft. perhaps near high – the little bath-room very pretty pink calico covered over with thin white muslin froncée, and the top gathered up gently to a point – 20 minutes in the palace – Reaumur outside one of the windows stood at 6° - then in the pretty gardens – 5 or 6 men busy casing up in straw rose-trees, syringas, what Throp calls Chinese privet, and young horse-chesnut 8 or 9ft. high – a stake driven down to which the tree or shrub well fasted with shreds of matting – the juniper cuttings stuck thickish round the bottom (stems uppermost and branchlets feathering downwards so as to form an effectual cover over the root) and then rye straw tied fast all round with matting so to envelope pretty thickly (air and frost – tight) the whole plant top and all, being drawn up to a point - square beds i.e. borders of flowers near 3ft. wide (ragworts michaelmas daisies, scabious etc.) round square plots of grass in front of the windows on the first gradin of terrace below the rez de chaussée of the house – then on the gradin below that bosquets of shrubs (no grass there) oval, round etc. bordered with reseda mignonette stile in flower and fragrant – much lilac, spirea, rose, Chinese privet, species of Lonicera (honey suckle) red-berried sambucus (elder) caragana sempervirens our hardy acacia – mountain ash but not larger than large hazel bushes with us – birch the chief and next to this lime but very little of this in proportion to the birch – merely 3 or 4 firs (young and lately? planted) – the Moskva close along the bottom of the garden nothing between but a light iron rail and roadway - 35 minutes in the garden  till 3 5/.. – even an aspen (11 or 12ft. high) staked and tied ready for the straw – loitered ten minutes longer and came away at 3 ¼ - then to the Serres and there from 3 20/.. to 4 – a long line of houses – the 1st roses, 2nd (I think) oleanders and camellias and there some other things and geraniums – a nice orangerie – and in one of the houses a pear tree 5 or 6ft. high with 10 or a dozen fine bou chrétien pears on it – ivy in small pots variegated and sickly – 1st time I ever remember seeing regularly variegated ivy – box (too) in tubs, and laurus nobilis (pronounced by the gardener lāw hŏorŭs) sweet bay, a little of our common laurel – an infinity of stocks in pots, and some carnations in ditto – some pretty plants still in pretty blue flower – of campanula pyramidalis – at 4 23/.. alight at the foundations of the is-to-be large and magnificent new church

SH:7/ML/E/23/0104

of St. Saviour – this church was to have been on the Sparrow hills – began there and 2 millions rubels expended on it – but the foundations (the ground not good – the architect mentioned this but the emperor would not listen to him) gave way – the emperor laid the 1st stone of the present fondemens [fondements] this summer 10 or 12 years required to finish the church – will cost 20 millions – the emperors slaves pay him 12/. a head per annum the slaves of the nobles pay 20/. 30/. 80/.+ per head – one of the Count [Sherematiafs’] slave (a merchant here) offered 6 millions for his freedom – no! said S- not 20 millions should buy it – he should remain his slave – the horses, carts, etc. employed for the new church belong to the emperor – the men are paid separately and can earn some 2/. some 3/. a day – will eat per man 8lbs. black bread a day at 6kop. per lb. and drink a few, 3 or 4kop. worth of quass – les Russes mangent très fort – a man will drink 25 cups of tea at a sitting – at the church of St. Saviour till 4 50/.. – home at 5 5/.. – dressed – paid Leopold and gave orders for tomorrow – he had mentioned the convent of Troïtza, 60 versts from here, which we ought to see – he went there this summer with Lord Claurickarde – very well worth seeing – we think of going – our loueur de chevaux would take us there and back  for 120/. – yes! said I, but posting would be much cheaper – Leopold to think about it – he is quick and intelligent – very well satisfied with him so far – dinner at 6 ¼ to 7 ¼ - then at accounts and journal till tea at 9 10/.. about ½ hour – and then again at journal and had just written so far at 11 ¼ and then had Grotza

[ciarahollands]

❥ 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 — p.p

series masterlist

summary: you ask the cute boy at the store for the worst hot chocolate possible.

pairing: peter parker x reader

warnings: just some fluff and awkward teenagers

word count: 1k

author’s note: this chapter is completely based off the story never been one for the holidays on wattpad. hope you enjoy this mini christmas series and sorry it’s posted on late december first — i’ll make sure it won’t happen with my next updates!

december 1st | 2:45pm

you weren’t a christmas person — you didn’t hate it but you definitely didn’t love it like some people did. you didn’t get the love about christmas maybe it was because you never had a good one with your family and your friends would rather hang out with their families or different friends. let’s just say you weren’t a big people person.

one of your group members was trying to get your attention for the past minute and you just hadn’t noticed until she finally yelled out your name. ❝y/n? y/n are you even listening to me? Y/N!❞

you turned around with a confused look on your face while putting away your books, ❝what?!❞

❝since we are studying at my house to do our project i need you to get hot chocolate.❞

your eyebrows furrowed. ❝why?❞

❝because it’s december it’s hot chocolate weather! don’t be such a downer!❞

you rolled your eyes writing it down on your phone and looked at your other group members, ❝anything else?❞ they all shook their heads no and walked out of class. ‘wow what a nice conversation i guess i’m just a hot chocolate delivery elf.’

you went to your locker and placed the rest of your textbooks in your locker then shut the locker door.

december 1st | 3:00pm

the first thing you noticed in the store was all the christmas decorations and the christmas music in the background. you sighed then walked to the aisle where you found the items you required or well item.

you turned around and saw a boy he had brown hair with soft curls and a black hoodie with a cute reindeer on the back of it. at least it wasn’t an ugly chrismas sweater — you thought he actually looked cute in the item of clothing but of course would never admit it. you tapped on his shoulder to get his attention. ❝do you know what is the shittest hot chocolate you could possibly get?❞

the boy looked at you confused, ❝w-what makes you think i know that?❞ i mean he did but it was a big assumption.

❝because you’re wearing a dorky christmas hoodie.❞ looking at him as if he was supposed to know the answer. he pointed at two boxes both an off brand box that just cost a dollar. ❝uhm i- i guess those two... ❞

you grabbed both of the boxes and held them side to side. ❝okay choose which one i should get.❞

his eyes widened, ❝why me?❞

❝because i hate making decisions and if they get mad i can just blame it on you❞ you playfully smiled. he looked at both boxes then pointed at the red box and thanked him. ❝what’s your name? unless you just want me to call you hot chocolate boy. which i have no problem with❞ you smirked.

he awkwardly answered your question nervous to have such a long conversation with a girl that approached him not the other way around. ❝wait what?! and i-it’s p-peter.❞

❝well nice to meet you peter, i’m y/n and relax i was joking. i’m clearly going to take the blame for this gross hot chocolate.❞ you said adjusting your backpack on your shoulder.

peter looked down at his worn out shoes. ❝if you don’t mind me asking why do you want shitty hot chocolate?❞

❝let’s just say i have to get this for people i don’t like who apperantly just see me as a hot chocolate delivery elf. which is the last thing i want to be❞ you answered.

❝well i guess that makes sense then.❞ he replied with a casual shrug.

❝oh and i’m not a really big christmas person it’s kind of the worst time of the year in my opinion.❞

❝also don’t go attacking me christmas boy.❞ you laughed.

❝i thought i was hot cocoa boy.❞ peter quipped rolling his eyes.

you shrugged. ❝hm... you’re both. also it’s hot chocolate boy.❞ following his previous movements rolling your eyes.

peter laughed at your whitty remark. ❝so why don’t you like christmas? it is finals? cause those definitely suck.❞

❝i mean i guess that’s part of it. i just never had a good christmas...❞ you mumbled.

❝well maybe you just haven’t found the right people to spend it with.❞ peter said.

❝well when you find the right people let me know.❞ you smiled waving him goodbye.

peter watched you walk away admiring you from afar with the shitty hot chocolate in your hand.

december 1st | 3:20

❝hey may i’m back i got the pasta you wanted to make and some hot chocolate!❞

may walked into the kitchen and took out the pots and pans. she grabbed the bag from the table and grabbed the pasta noodles and sauce. ❝peter where’s add ons for the hot cocoa?❞

❝what do you mean?❞ peter responded confused at his aunt’s question.

❝peter i’m talking about marshmallows and whipped cream maybe some candy canes.❞ may responded. he suddenly remembered that was what else she asked for but he forgot because he got distracted by you — the girl that calls him hot chocolate boy.

❝would you mind going to the store again after school tomorrow?❞ peter simply nodded his head yes without question.

december 1st | 3:25pm

❝ugh finally! what to you so long.❞ anna questioned. she was a pain in your ass.

❝well here’s your shit- i mean yummy hot chocolate.❞ sliding the box across the kitchen counter.

the rest of your group walked into the kitchen and looked at you and then back at the box. ❝y/n what is this?!❞ one of your other group members interjected before you could speak up.

❝hot chocolate?❞ you replied acting oblivious. god you were dying inside this single december day was your favorite ever even with all your previous christmas’s combined.

anna sighed and tossed the box in the trash. ❝you’re going back tomorrow for more hot chocolate tomorrow and the good kind! next time just ask someone in the store instead getting the shittiest cocoa possible.❞

you pressed your lips together trying to hide your smile well they were pissed. sure it was gonna suck going back to the store but it didn’t matter — thanks hot chocolate boy. mission accomplished.

chapter two

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Please give us your 001 thoughts for Wacky Races!!

Oh so sorry I didn't get any notification for your ask !

Oky doky know that I will not count Scoob!, Dastardly and Muttley and Wacky Raceland because they are their own continuities, BUT I WILL count in your ask Wacky Races, Dastardly and Muttley in their Flying Machines, Magnificient Muttley, The Perils of Penelope Pitstop, The Mumbly Show, Laff-A-Lympics, Fender Bender 500, Yogi's Treasure Hunt, Yo Yogi, Wacky Races Forever, the 2017 Wacky Races reboot and of course every comics and merch taking place in those shows as the same universe so expect me to be VERY wide

Favorite character: until watching the reboot, of course it was Dick (my favorite animated versions being Flying Machines Dick/Dick the 1st and WRF Dick/Dick the 4th) because he is of course a glorious bastard we can't help wishing he would win, but my favorite character of the reboot is Pandora becaus she is basically a female Dastardly goth and hot and even meaner, so I would say the Dickss in general and Pandora Pitstop

Least Favorite character: I don't give a shit about most racers of the original show, I understand why they were not reused later on lol so flat, only Rex Max stood up more. Oh and the pirates from the reboot but again who likes them ?

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): reboot Dick/Dick the 3rd X Pandora (AS SOON AS I FOUND SHE EXISTED AND THAT THEY LIKED EACH OTHER ALL WHILE BEING RIVALS BECAUSE THEY BOTH ARE CHEATERS AT RACES AND ARE BOTH EVIL AND HAVE SIMILAR TASTES I KNEW THEY WERE MEANT TO BE), OG Peter Perfect/Peter Perfect Sr X Philomena (I HC reboot Peter is the son of OF Peter and that would mean that bastard let go of his mysoginistic tendancies to get with a plump and strong happy woman who does know about cars thus having me HC she was the one who kept fixing his car and that's how they met and THAT'S ADORABLE), reboot Peter/Peter Jr X reboot Penelope Pitstop/Penelope Pitstop the 2nd (they have a great friendly conniving caring dynamic and it is so obvious they are jealous when they are into someone else so FEELINGS OUGHTA BE THERE ; I HC they are the Penelope and Peter parents of Piper and Parker in Wacky Races Forever), Dread Baron X Red Max (IT IS HILARIOUS TO IMAGINE AND THEY DO FIT WEIRDLY ENOUGH IT WAS JUST A JOKE AT FIRST DAMMIIIIT) and Dickie Dastardly/teenage Dick the 2nd X Roxie Bear (HC they were each other's first love but it never went anywhere and it always secretly was a regret of his)

Character I find most attractive: OOOH PANDORA... MY GODDESS... FUCK THESE KIDS WHO CALL YOUR BLANDASS SISTER MORE BEAUTIFUL, YEAH YOU GIRLS HAVE THE SAME BODY BUT YOUR HEAD IS MUCH BETTER WITH THESE PIERCING GLAZING EYES AND THEIR MAKEUP, YOUR PURPLE COLOR PALETTE AND YOUR BLACK HAIR

Character I would marry: Dick the 4th is not only the 2nd hottest to me (I mean I DO HC Pandora as his mom, he took her genes lol) being a tall buff Dastardly with a cool cyberpunk goth aesthetic, he also seems a bit nicer than Pandora, being a himbecile (a dumb buff villain who is a bastard but not enough to count as a jock) with dorky energy who squeals when he's happy, I bet he's sweet if he loves you (took his romantic side from his dad but had less issues so he shows it more)

Character I would be best friends with: Bella is such a nice character, sassy and sarcastic and being a vampire he does like blood and has dark humor à la Addams Family, he is extremely friendly and helpful and is very cute and cheerful/optimistic too, he would be great to hang out with even just for snacks at home

a random thought: IF I EVER KNEW THAT FRANCHISE HAD SO MUCH LORE ALL ALONG AND SO MANY ADULT REFERENCES...

An unpopular opinion: OG Penelope/Penelope the 1st is obviously a bitch in sheep clothing, she is cute and has a kind exterior but it is so obvious given all the hints I caught throughout the franchise (and this WITHOUT counting the theory she is reboot Penny and Pandora's mom !) she is actually an awful person but unlike Dick hides it to be adored and it works which in-universe makes her more realistic therefore paradoxically a worse villain fitting outside of the cartoony villains sub-society standards. Oh I don't like her but for different reasons lol I just say she is not a good person but like other characters can be but we still can love them as characters but I just find her boring despite those lol

My Canon OTP: I don't like any of the few canon couples, they are too uninteresting. I guess reboot Petelope kinda counts if we see the hints of flirting and jealousy ?

My Non-canon OTP: PANDICK FOREVER

Most Badass Character: Dick the 1st is a 140 years old WWI and probably WWII veteran who still is buff and strong for his age which had him back in his days the swolest Dastardly until the existence of Dick the 4th who beat the record, is the smartest Dastardly, was an aviator ace meaning he had blood in his hands and was efficient, most likely knew the Red Baron, was the only Dastardly who could openly have friendships, and the only thing stopping him was the pigeon which gave him PTSD for life yet he still holds up, became a dad and is a better dad to his grandson than the actual dad. That's the most badass Dastardly and competent who knew no deafeat until Yankee Doodle Pigeon

Most Epic Villain: Well isn't he a villain technically ? If it doesn't count, then the Editor from that one episode in the reboot. He was a genuine threat trying to kill off for real and succeeding in doing so the main characters because to him they were lesser fictional characters since not from literature and he broke the 4th wall to the characters making them realize they were only fictional and not real yet didn't want to disappear forever and were genuinely scared and horrified at his deeds against them and holy shit that episode was intense and that character dark from such a comical show

Pairing I am not a fan of: OG Peter X OG Penelope. Holy shit are they TOXIC, good that if we take account the reboot they are no longer together (HC they are not them but their respective kids who now have kids themselves in WRF). Both cheated on each other and dated each other only out of superficial reasons (they're hot and popular, she was a thin blondie which was his only standard at the time and she absolutely wanted to get married even if it meant with anyone), she encouraged rivals him included and manipulated to win and feel wanted and make sure she'd get married at all cost, he would simp so hard he would break his bones for her and she knew it and took advantage of it, he was a mysogine who only was with her to look good like a perfect couple on the exterior, he only thought of himself in bed, she actually threw away his stuff at home to have more room for herself pretexting feng chui and told in public in a magazine how lame he could be (especially in bed) plus she visibly seemed to actually crush on Dick instead in secret (and good it didn't seem to be mutual since even to him she was a bitch : he doesn't want her, so she calls him ugly and most likely corrupts judges to disqualify him the one time he wins, petty bitch deserves nobody), Peter however seems to have changed for the better if we think he is Philomena's husband given how happy she is and how she is still a Perfect

Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): not a screwup per say because we can find reasons why (it happens AFTER the OG show so we can conclude they got attached to her, plus the Pitstops seem to have a very very shady monopoly so I wouldn't be surprised they were helped by this mob) but turning the Anthill Mob into the Seven Dwarves simping hard for Penelope especially when we see they used to be 10 and didn't give a shit about her only wanting money and victory was very weird to me

Favourite Friendship: Any Dick and any Muttley will always be villainous Shaggy and Scooby Doo. Never separate them, they may look toxic on the exterior but they love each other and would be ready to kill everyone and then themselves had anything happened to one

Character I most identify with: Surprisingly, even if not fully identify either because their cases are very specific, I do feel reboot Dick (secretly depressed and lonely who wants to be loved and is secretly romantic too, daddy issues because he was absent and he resents him and his real father figure was his grandfather, feels like the family's black sheep, fails at what he is expected to do and had to put aside his real dream job), reboot Peter (doesn't like his home town where his family originates from and doesn't want to go there because bad memories that makes him feel terrible notably compared to his bully relative who feels good by putting him down, so he acts like everything is fine as long as he is far from it), reboot Penelope (constantly stressed and anxious and about to snap anytime and sometimes does but has to pretend everything is okay and wished she could do something else of what was expected from her even if she does find a way to make it pleasant and balance out with other things she prefers) and Pandora (black sheep of her family, jealous of her sibling whom she was always compared to in worse and who always seemed favored by their parent which ruined their sibling relationship to the point of being blinded about the fact she too was a victim of it just differently, easily angered when these topics are touched, secretly lonely and depressed who wants to be loved just like Dick)

Character I wish I could be: the Gruesome Twosome in the reboot are the only racers with no tragical past, a fully healthy family and no trauma nor suppressed issues and are genuinely good and happy, so yeah I'd be them in a heartbeat if I could, the Addams family aesthetic of their lifestyle and tastes helps

#wacky races #moi #ask #anon #fandom

[cautious-creation]

A goat and a labrador -Spiderman/Peter Parker (Tom Holland)

Fandom & Character: Marvel (MCU) CA:CW era; Spiderman/Peter Parker (Tom Holland), 1st person gender neutral y/n. Mentioned: Happy Hogan (Jon Favreau), Iron Man/Tony Stark (RDJ), Flash Thompson (Tony Revolori)

Pairing(s): rom Spiderman/Peter Parker (Tom Holland) x 1st person gender neutral (I did it yay!) y/n

Word/page count: 5000ish words, 5ish pgs

CW/TW: fluff, low key threat of angst, swearing, non-sexual intimacy, thirsting, friends/colleagues to lovers

Summary: y/n helps (wrangles) Spiderman during his work trip to fight Captain America. A connection emerges between the odd pair.

Author’s note: Written when my country’s COVID-19 lockdown started and I’m still proud of it, so here it is. I think this ended up with a gender neutral y/n, I read and wrote it from a gal’s perspective so I struggled to pick up anything that would contradict it being gender neutral. If you, potential reader, spot anything, I’m open to comments, critiques and corrections (just be nice...I’m fragile).

He's hot. He's so fucking hot, and I want him.

Oh god that sounds awful. It kinda sucks that it's accurate.

You see, I met him during the Stark internship, the difference between us being that I actually was part of the Stark internship. How I of all people was accepted for the program still baffles me (I'm not exactly the type of genius you'd expect to be Tony Stark's protigé) but I'm definitely not complaining.

I suppose you could say I was shadowing Happy Hogan, it's not entirely accurate but a close enough approximation, that was the job I was given. I won't deny that I became a little concerned when, a couple months in, I was handed a fifty page non-disclosure contract with an impressive salary attached (impressive as far as first paycheques go) provided that I comply. I read it through, obviously, and had a lawyer clarify whatever I didn't understand, as one ought to, and signed up for one of the more exciting things I'd ever agreed to.

The rumour was that Stark himself was needing someone a little younger than Happy to be on this assignment (no offence intended to Tony Stark’s head of security). I was quite flattered to later find out that Happy had put my name forward. Apparently I was more responsible, respectful and difficult to be persuaded than the other candidates. Not to boast, but I think I remember the word ‘promising’ being used too. I wouldn't necessarily describe myself that way but it did get me the job.

Everything seemed to be on a "need to know" basis at first. I think they were trying to make sure I wasn't going to be stupid about this assignment, considering how important it was. They probably realised it wouldn't be a problem when I kept reminding them about the contract I signed every time they tried to emphasise the secrecy of the whole thing, they gave up eventually.

One day I was told to pack for a week-long businesses-y trip, then taken to Queens in a car with tinted windows. That was when I first met him; Peter Parker. To be honest: of all the things I'd thought this secret assignment would entail, I never expected to be tasked with being Spiderman's nanny (Happy actually described it like that once).

He was such a genuinely pure and sweet person. I soon realised how realistic a cover the Stark internship was for him (he fit the criteria perfectly). During the whole Berlin business, he was kind of just a happy Labrador that I had to try to keep focused on what he was supposed to be doing.

It was so heartwarming to see how excited he was to have the chance to make a difference, even if neither of us were entirely sure what his role was in the whole thing.

He and I shared a room throughout the trip, mainly so I could make sure he didn't do anything too stupid. Secretly, I think it was so that Happy didn't have to deal with him as much, he and Peter butted heads a lot.

Sometimes Peter would just lay awake staring at the ceiling. He'd say he was too excited to sleep but I quickly realised that he was also anxious, he didn't want to let Mr Stark down. I don't blame him (I didn’t want to disappoint Mr Stark either, I mean, he is my boss’s boss). On those nights, I'd slip into the bed, beside him, and tell him to just talk; no particular topic, no expectations, just talk.

Initially it was a bit odd (I won't deny that I had to be super aware of my behaviour and what I said to make things as non-awkward as possible) he couldn't quite figure out what to say. When I'd notice him becoming uncomfortable with a silence I'd start talking, just to fill the air until he was okay with talking again and I'd just listen.

He soon really realised that he could talk about literally anything, whatever popped into his head, trivial or not, and I would listen. Gradually, he became less uncomfortable with pausing, awkward silence just became silence. And gradually I became more comfortable.. or actually.. comforted... by his presence.

He rarely spoke about anything particularly heavy or emotional, which he seemed to initially think I'd expected him to (I didn't). Yet we both knew that he was communicating all of it, everything that was, and previously had been, bothering him. Everything that he didn't want to admit aloud was painful.

And I would listen to all of it. I would hear everything, even the things he didn't say, the things that words couldn't have communicated anyway.

At times, there were tears involved, admittedly, not only from him. I didn't make a fuss of it, as he learned to do too. The lights were always off anyway. Which, at times, I was quite grateful for, considering the entranced, somewhat longing stares I began to give him. I'd come to truly know him.

Those talks quite clearly helped him to fall asleep. As he became more comfortable with the concept he'd fall asleep sooner. He'd start talking slower, with more pauses, yawns would start to punctuate his sentences and slowly he'd drift off. Once he was asleep, I'd slide back into my bed and, myself, fall asleep, faster than usual.

One night, after a rather tearful conversation about our childhood memories, I started to leave Peter's bed to return to my own when I heard him sleepily murmur for me not to go. I was frozen still, wondering if it was just a wishful dream I had heard, until I felt his hand reach for mine.

"Are you sure?"

"Stay," He paused ",if you want." I held his hand as I climbed back under the covers.

"Good night, Peter." He responded by intertwining his fingers with mine and rubbing his thumb over the back of my hand.

That one gesture made my whole body catch alight, I was blushing all over. My breath had caught in my throat and my heart rate was boosted up by 20 beats per minute within seconds (I checked my fit-bit the next day).

I hoped to hell and back that Peter was too far asleep to have noticed anything, or at least enough so that he wouldn't realise what had happened. And if he did, it was unlikely he would remember by morning.

Perhaps I'd have preferred if he did remember.

I helped film some of the vlog he was making of the whole Berlin experience. I couldn't help but grin at his antics in front of the camera while trying to keep him quiet enough to not disturb Happy next door.

There were times that Peter and I were stuck in our room for hours at a time. I had to figure out ways to keep him busy, otherwise he'd go wandering off to who knows where - like I said, he's a Labrador. We did both have homework to get done, but with our combined talents for science and languages it took hardly any time at all, so when conversation started to get boring, I had to get creative.

At one point we were playing 2 truths 1 lie star wars vs star trek edition (and here I thought he was a Trekkie like me). We spent at least an hour showing each other our favourite cat and doge memes. (Yeah, I'm that type of fun nanny, woke to all the fresh memes).

We were clearly getting desperate when one of us suggested ‘spin the bottle’, of course, we agreed that it would be somewhat pointless with only two people.

Then, when Mr Stark took him off to the airport, I was … well.. I was scared shitless for Peter. Happy had set up what was essentially a viewing room in the hotel where Stark's entourage could watch the fight from whatever cameras they could access and any news channels reporting on it. I sat there, terrified. If I were a nail biter, my fingertips would have been bleeding when I walked out of that room.

When I first saw Peter after that, I so badly wanted to run to him, wrap myself around him and kiss him until we'd both be gasping for air. I almost did. I actively had to remind myself: this was my job, I was working, my boss and my boss's boss were right there, caring this much about Peter was not part of the job description, in fact it would have probably threatened my position had anyone found out.

To see him back at the hotel, safe and with that Labrador excitement, was a relief to say the least. Peter's enthusiasm as he told me all about his experience consoled me beyond belief.

It was on the day he came back that I became truly screwed. We'd done quite well until then to time our showers so that the person had the room to get finished and dressed. But after the battle, Peter needed an "unscheduled" shower before any wounds could be addressed. And this is where things went wrong. Of course, I wasn't thinking as I sat down on my bed, tablet in hand, to do some admin work I'd been given.

No longer than five minutes into my work, did Peter walk out of the bathroom brushing his teeth, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. That action in itself wasn't exactly problematic, we'd become comfortable enough with each other that it wouldn’t’ve been, an issue. I glanced up giving him a little smile, you know, to acknowledge his presence. Thankfully it was only after looking back down at the tablet that I really realised exactly what I'd seen.

Before then I'd only kinda seen the muscle definition on his arms, and hadn't given it much thought. But now.. here he was. In glistening glory. The build of his shoulders, the definition of his biceps, his pecs, his abs, the peaks of his hip bones and that curve travelling down...fuck.

My eyes stuck to the tablet that my hands began to tighten around. Just one glance, I'd only had one fucking glance and this is what I'd been reduced to? A flustered, objectifying mess. It felt like my lungs had stopped breathing. I didn't even know what my heartbeat was doing. "Don't make this a big deal." I mentally instructed myself. "I cannot make this a big deal. If I do I'll be destroying all of the work I've done to help him feel comfortable."

Out of my peripheral vision I saw him turn his back to me to get some clothes out of his suitcase that sat on a shelf in the cupboard.

I had to look, I had to witness this. I stole another swift glance. Shit. That muscle, supple skin. Flawlessly defined. The movement created as he shoved stuff around his bag. The tensing and contracting. Fuck. My skin went red hot. I sat very still, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. The muscles over my belly tensed of their own volition. "Wtf was that reaction?" I took a deep breath, trying to pass it off as a sigh.

"I'll be out of your hair in a moment."

"Huh?" I looked up, a little too quickly, Peter was still rummaging through his bag.

"Idiot me forgot to bring clothes when I went to shower." The sweet amusement in his voice was a relief, he hadn't picked up what I'd just experienced on the other side of the room.

"That's okay. I'd prefer you don't go roaming the hotel half naked." It was a surprisingly smooth response considering how flustered I was.

"Agreed." He answered laughingly, "One sec." He headed back to the bathroom, clothes in hand.

"No rush." I heard the door close behind him.

My whole upper body relaxed as I released half a breath I didn't realise I was holding in. The tablet ended up shmushed against my forehead, easing my compulsion to bang my head against a wall...almost.

Like I said, I'd become well and truly screwed.

My glances had been too quick to notice any bruises or cuts left on his body after his battle with, and against, the Avengers. Which I would later have to notice while patching him up and assessing and reporting any injuries severe enough to need attention from a medical professional. I'm not sure why that was my job. Maybe Happy figured Peter would be more comfortable with me.

It's odd to think that all of this happened (and that I’d formed such an affection, connection and attraction for Peter Parker) within a week, at most.

The flight home was quiet. I think Peter and I were both quite tired from the whole experience; and, I’d like to think, he was also considering the fact that he and I were likely not to see much of each other anymore, at least for a while. I know I was. The atmosphere was...peaceful. Some conversation could be heard from the staff at the front of the plane but was obscured by the constant hum of the engines. Neither of us slept much, but we weren't trying to anyway. On the whole, it was a pleasant flight, despite how long we were in the air for.

I’d been tasked with writing a report on what had happened in Berlin, which I finished far quicker than I’d expected to. I tried a few times to watch this movie or that, I couldn’t even make it through a whole episode of some of my favourite shows.

So, much of my time was spent on my sketchbook. I take a stylus with me everywhere I go so I can draw on my tablet, but I also try to keep a small sketchbook with sturdy white paper for whatever doodles, sketches and even full art pieces that come to mind.

I ended up making little sketches of Peter’s profile from my angle to the side of him. I’d try to capture the little hints of frustration that would cross his face when working on some of his school work, the joy that would sparkle when he came across a particularly cute doggo on his insta feed, or the contentment in his aimless stare out of the window. 

I’d make detailed anatomical studies of his forearm, wrist and hand as it held up his chin, his fingers as he leafed through a trashy magazine he’d found somewhere onboard, the creases in his lips as he unconsciously bit it or stuck his tongue out slightly while addressing a particularly challenging equation or calculation in his homework, his hair when it fell forward against his forehead while he was looking down at whatever he was busy with. 

They weren’t particularly good sketches, the proportions were off and I couldn’t quite get the detailing to show his muscle definition. I suppose I was just trying to document everything about this person who I’d so quickly become genuinely enthralled by. If we wouldn’t be seeing each other again, perhaps ever, I wanted to be able to remember exactly what he’d made me feel.

Often, opening my sketchbook is just a means to kill time, scrawling down meandering patterns, odd shapes and lines for me to fill in like a colouring page. I’d been doing just that when Peter woke up from a nap and took interest in what I was busy with.

“What’re you doing over there?” his face tilted into amused bewilderment. I looked up at him, smiling, I went back to my drawing. He took the cue and slipped across the aisle to sit by me.

“Patterns.” he asserted after assessing the pencil sketch in front of him. My smile widened in amusement and I replied with a small nod, not looking up from my work.

“Planning to add any colour?”

“That’s why I draw ‘em.” I softly answered, excited that he was showing interest. Reaching into my bag, I gripped a black fine liner in my dominant hand and handed him a set of colour markers with the other.

“I outline, you colour?” I suggested, finally looking up and engaging his tenderly affectionate gaze. An enthusiastic smile responded.

I hadn’t known that he and I would be spending a night at Avengers tower (or I suppose it’s returned to being Stark tower) to ensure we were ”well enough to get back to normal life without any complications”. Which was really just a way to mildly intimidate us, make sure we wouldn’t say anything about the true nature of our “Stark internship field trip”. An important purpose of that night was having Peter’s remaining injuries treated with all the fancy medical equipment at the tower and making sure that we got our sleep cycles back to New York time.

We were assigned an area allocated for visiting associates of the Avengers, which had an impressively innovative floor plan. It wasn’t big, but it was comfortably liveable. It was all open plan, the living area had a kitchenette, dining table and a few couches. The three bedrooms each contained a queen sized bed (it’s Tony Stark, would you expect anything less?) and there was only moderate sized cupboard space (I guess that was a way for Stark to prevent his guests from staying too long). There was one bathroom, but that was really all that the occupants of that room would need.

We both kept ourselves busy during daylight hours so we could sleep more easily that night. The high strung tension of the mission was over. Things between Peter and I felt more casual, still professional but I felt like there was less pressure for me to ensure that Peter was accounted for at all times and at his best. We could both just breathe.

“I’ve been so busy, all day, but I don’t feel like sleeping.” Peter told me during our dinner. I couldn’t let his bedtime become too late, that would just worsen his jet lag, but I decided it wouldn’t hurt to let him stay up a little longer; I’m not an unreasonable nanny.

“Same. Mustn’t push it too late though. We could watch an episode of something, but I think a movie would be too long.” both of us had finished eating so I began clearing the table to put the dishes in the sink.

“Cool. I think I saw some microwave popcorn earlier.”

“Oh yay! I’ll sort that out, can you set up on the TV?”

When I sat down on the couch, holding the popcorn, Peter sat next to me, closer than I’d expected. Which wasn’t a bad thing, there was just more pressure for me to not screw anything up. The cover poster on the screen showed William Shatner, Leonard Nimoy and Deforest Kelly in Starfleet uniform.

“Star Trek? You planning to become a traitor to the Jedi?” I raised an accusing eyebrow at him.

“Never.” he smiled, “Just wanna know why you like it so much.” my heart fluttered.

“In that case,” I handed him the popcorn in exchange for the remote, “we can’t just start from the beginning. I’ll have to find an episode that truly represents the franchise. I might even have to look at Captain Picard, or Sisko, oh but Janeway is fantastic. Maybe you should start at the beginning with Jonothan Archer.”

A little way into an episode of Star Trek: Enterprise (forgive me, Trekkies, I’m just a sucker for early 2000′s wardrobe choices), Peter stretched and put his arm over the back of my shoulders, and I felt my skin warming. I worked up the courage and during a scene with Trip and T'Pol I sighed and shifted so that my head rested on Peter’s shoulder. I had to actively make sure that I was breathing normally so Peter wouldn’t notice my messed up heart rate.

“Flox is cool.”

“Yeah, I love Flox.”

“Love him? I can’t imagine what your boyfriend must look like.” I couldn’t tell how sincere he was being.

“Ha, what boyfriend, and if that’s what you think of Denobulans I can’t wait for you to see a Cardassian, or the Klingons.”

“Kardshian?”

“Cardassian.”

“What’s the difference?”

“They’re just as sly and passive aggressive but Cardassians do not have the looks to market a makeup line, or get any views on a sex tape.” I felt Peter’s laugh against me, he squeezed me close for a moment and rested his head on top of mine. I took the chance to reach up and push the hair out of his face. My fingertips grazing his skin made my tummy tense weirdly again.

I was in bed later that evening when there was a soft knock at my door.

“Hey, you awake?”

“Yeah.” I yawned and rolled onto my back to see Peter in the doorway.

“Can’t sleep?”

“Yeah.” he shuffled his feet nervously, “could we...talk?”

I started getting out of bed, “Sure.”my voice sounded sleepier than I felt.

Peter must have noticed me scrunching up my face in response to the bright light beyond my door because he took my hand to guide me into his room. We climbed into either side of his bed. Peter pulled me to his chest. There was a moment before he asked,

“Is this okay?” I nodded against his chest,

“Yeah, unexpected but not unwelcome.” my mutters were muffled slightly by his shirt and I placed my arm over his waist. For a while the only sound between us was our steady breaths and slow heart beats.

“Thank you.” he must have felt my eyebrows furrowing against his skin because he continued,

“For this, for helping me keep a steady head, for listening to me, I don’t know, for just...being my goat.”

“You mean like for... stressed out racehorses?”

“Yeah, you’ve been my goat.” 

I smiled, “That’s possibly the greatest review you could’ve given my work.”

He shook his head slightly, “Not just work, just... in general. You’re a beautiful person,” I felt myself tearing up, my heart swelled, “,you’ve got a beautiful soul.”

“I’m crap at taking compliments,” I justified the tears now dropping onto his shirt. “, thank you.” I beamed. I wrapped my arm further around his waist, hugging him, he pulled me closer to him and rubbed my back in return. We both fell fast asleep quickly after that.

That was probably the last opportunity I’d have to tell him how I’d come to feel about him, even if I wasn’t so sure myself how I felt.

My Stark internship continued. Peter continued his work as New York’s friendly neighbourhood Spiderman. Our jobs didn’t cross over much, especially because of Happy’s irritation towards Mr Parker. I missed him. I’d see the videos of Spidey out in the city, helping the elderly cross the street, catching petty thieves, giving tourists directions, thwipping across the city from high rise to high rise. I wanted to see him again.

One morning Happy sent me off to bring Peter to Stark tower. Apparently he had been spamming Happy’s phone ever since Berlin. I don’t know why I, as the person assigned to Spiderman, wasn’t the one getting those messages instead, but I guess a more direct line to Stark would be more reliable.

“Good morning, Miss. I need to borrow Peter Parker for a couple of hours.”

“And who exactly are you?”

“I’m here on behalf of Happy Hogan,” I turned to look at Peter, “about the Stark internship.” concerned, he darted out of his chair.

“Is something wrong?” he started packing away his books.

“I can’t say, but we do need you.”

“Wait, Peter is actually part of the Stark internship?” Flash gawked.

“Yes.” Did this ass doubt Peter’s eligibility? “He’s one of our best people.”

“So, is Peter actually friends with Spiderman?” Flash gained back enough composure to smirk, thinking he’d found an opportunity to humiliate his classmate.

“Well, he came by while Peter and I were working one day. He’s such a cool guy, a genuinely good person.” a slight smile crossed Peter’s face at the compliment.

“Ha! I knew you weren’t friends with him!”

“Dude, none of us in the program are technically allowed to know anything about Mr Stark’s superhero shenanigans, including Spiderman. So Parker and I shouldn’t even have met him.”

“And I don’t remember ever saying I was friends with him.”

“We need to get going, Pete.”

“Right,” he swung his bag over his shoulder, giving one last look to his classmates, “see you later.”

“Parker! Page 180 and..”

“I’ll make sure he’s up to date with all his work, Miss. Good day everyone.” I closed the classroom door behind Peter and I. I never would have pulled a power move like that if I didn’t have Stark’s name to back me up. It was fun.

Peter jogged to catch up with me down the hallway after taking a moment to stare at the door.

“So what are we working with here? Aliens? Mutant criminals? The mob?” such a Labrador. I laughed.

“Peter, I’ve been told to bring you to Stark tower, I don’t know anything more than that.” we fell in stride, navigating to the exit.

“It’s good to see you again.” he may have been making conversation, but I knew it was sincere.

“I’ve been kicking myself for forgetting to ask for your number.” I smiled. That was pretty smooth of me.

“Same, I’ve really been wanting to talk to my goat.”

“Ok, that may have been flattering about a month ago, but it will not become my nickname. Understood?” I shot him a pointed look, having to suppress the butterflies when I looked into his kind eyes.

“My kid?”

“Better. But: no.” he grinned, looking at his shoes.

“Really should’a gotten your number.” he uttered.

“Agreed.” I nodded, an involuntary smile stuck to my face.

The sounds of the traffic beyond the car window was oddly comforting. I could tell that Peter still had his conversation with Mr Stark running through his head. It would have been faster for us to walk, but I wasn’t going to just tell Stark’s driver to turn around halfway through his trip into Queens and leave us wandering the pavements. Besides, at this point, I’d make use of any time I could spend with Peter. Shit, that sounds so needy. 

Based on what Stark had said, he wouldn’t be calling on Spiderman much any time soon, which meant I’d probably have to go back to shadowing Happy full time. I’d really hoped that today’s meeting would be the start of...something, anything that would make Spiderman more closely associated with whatever Stark was doing. Peter was more than capable of taking on more.

“You’ve been doing good work, you know?”

“Huh?”

“I’ve been keeping tabs on any online mentions of the Spiderman, and I’ve been seeing some really good stuff.” he gave a small smile.

“New York’s damn lucky to have you.” he looked at me. I could tell he was doubting his value, particularly to Stark.

“’A cool guy, a genuinely good person.’ Was that about Spiderman or Peter Parker?”

“They’re both you, Peter. And even if Stark isn’t giving you big, high stakes missions, it’s not because you couldn’t handle it. You can kick ass when you need to. Trust me, I’ve seen every video there is to be seen online.” his dorky grin spread a warmth across my chest. 

He locked eyes with me. Usually I wouldn’t be able to hold such a gaze, I’d give a smile and look away, hiding a blush. But this time I didn’t, I couldn’t. He had me pinned, telling me everything. Everything. I smiled, my gaze softened even further. I placed my hand against his cheek affectionately.

“You got this shit, Pete. Someday you’ll save the whole fucking world.” I don’t think I’d ever sounded so kind and encouraging while swearing before. I started to take my hand back, but he moved to gently hold my arm where it was. Our eyes were locked. Nothing around us registered in our brains, only each other and the conversation our minds were trying to have, the emotions we were trying to show each other. It was intimate, I wished it were more than platonic. If it were I’d have been leaning toward him to connect our lips. 

He nuzzled his face into my touch, padding his thumb over the back of my hand like he had the first time we’d shared a bed in Berlin. I could feel him unclenching his jaw. He slowly closed his eyes in comfort then looked up at me from behind his lashes. I shouldn’t have glanced down to his lips, he definitely noticed, even if he didn’t react. ‘Thank you’. He didn’t need to say it, I could feel it all, everything. He gave a contented sigh and pulled me next to him, against his chest, the arm laying across my back held my hand, the other wrapped around my waist, his fingers gently moving against my skin, my free hand lay against his chest, moving my fingers similarly along his chest, collar bones and neck, our foreheads rested against one another, our eyes closed, savouring this moment. 

He’s so fucking hot. It was platonic, I could tell, so could he. I couldn’t afford to do anything to fuck this up. But oh how badly I wanted to. He was so close. I could feel his breath against my skin, his heart beating against my palm. His hand against my back set my skin alight,

“Fuck.” I murmured. Peter opened his eyes to look at me with a beautifully innocent concern etched onto his face. A small, sad smile darted across my lips, 

“I want this, Pete.” I looked down and then back into his eyes. “And the internship won’t be giving me anymore opportunities to have it for a while.”

Instead of responding, a pained expression crossed his face, he kissed my forehead, then rested his forehead back against it. His eyes were closed as he pressed a sweet kiss against the corner of my lips. He wanted to kiss me, I could feel it. He held back out of respect, because of how he cared about me. A slow smile dragged along his skin as I gave a kiss along his beautifully sculpted jaw.

“I want this too.” we wrapped our arms around each other.

“I think...I need this.” I smiled against his sculpted shoulder.

“I want you to be more than my goat.” I shook my head, my smile turning to amusement.

“Such a gentle soul, Peter. You know what else works in your favour?” I looked up  at him,

“You’re fucking hot.” he threw his head back and I joined him in laughing. Shit. He really is just so fucking hot.

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