#peter parker x poc reader

[rahhhbananas]

AHEM *Couch* *chokes* *Accends*

So, can you make like a Miles x Male reader.

Like i be in my bed thinking what if they fr had a little baby named cory. Like Honestly. Imagine Him and Miles are like coming from thier earth and then while traveling to the spider society a baby just appears on Y/N's arms and frufurhfrufhruf. I just wanna see that and miles being a dad while Y/N is just out buying stuff alone.

(I hope there is multiple parts but Y/N has like super strength,, regenaration, infinite stamina and is kinda like a demon from demon slayer but like more stronger.)

✭ ✭ ✭ 𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐒 ����𝐎𝐑 𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐘 ✭ ✭ ✭

warning(s). He/Him pronouns, foul language, The Spot , not proof-read

a/n. I hope you like it! I have a habit of getting off topic a lot but I tried to stay original to your plot! and there will definitely be a part 2

“This is insane!”

Miles exclaimed as he watched a group of spider people jog by. Y/n smiled. “Yeah, it's nice to know there are people like you whom you can relate to...” Miles looked up, hearing Y/n trail off. He stared at the other, and a long silence ensued before he finally spoke. “Wha... what is it? Did my suit rip!?” Miles patted himself down, feeling for any tears. “This is so embarrassing...” he sulked, sticking close to Y/n, trying to hide the rip from view. However, Y/n was still speechless. Pointing to Miles' back, he said, “Whose goddamn baby is that?” Miles stopped and looked at himself before attempting to find the baby.

“Baby?”

“Miles it’s…no, Miles on your back!”

“My back?”

“Miles, turn around!”

“Nah, I got this. Lemme just-“

“Miles-“

Y/n snatched the baby from Miles’ back “I don’t have the time or brain cells to deal with you.” Y/n held the baby up, the teenagers now getting a better look at the child. He had dark skin, e/c eyes, black hair, and a birth mark bellow his eye. Y/n looked Miles up and down “You cheatin on me? Got a girl pregnant…?” Y/n asked, his expression was everything but amused. Miles stared at Y/n, shocked, “I’m 15! What business do I have having…sex!” Miles flailed his arms around “What business do you have being Spider-Man..?” There was a long silence before it was broken by a tired sigh “Y/n I’d never cheat on you…” He grabbed Y/n’s hand, hoping to comfort him “Plus, the baby has some of your qualities. Now are you cheatin on me?” Miles joked, earning himself a punch to the shoulder.

Y/n laughed, before meeting the babies curious gaze “Well, then who’s baby is it?” Y/n asked, someone cleared their throat, the teens turned to see another spider person. Their suit was yellow, and they had large brown glasses “Theres a possibility that the portal merged your dna. It’s never happened before, but there was still a lingering potential…” The spider person answered, snorting before pushing up his glasses, Miles looked at the guy somewhat confused “Oh..thanks man.” The latter nodded before slinking off, Miles looked at Y/n “We really gon believe that?” Y/n deadpans, turning to face Miles “Unless you wanna go with idea that one of us cheated then yes, we will go with that.” Y/n responded, walking off towards Jess’ disappearing figure.

"Miles...” Miguel stared at the baby that Miles cradled. "Is that... your baby?" Y/n smiled, nodding. "Kinda. He was just attached to Miles when we got here. Why, Is he bothering you?" Y/n asked, a sudden aggression in his voice. Miguel's eyes widened. "What? No, no, no. Y-you can do whatever you want with... How did you get in here!" Miguel looked at Y/n, realization dawning upon him "You aren't supposed to be here." Y/n shrugged. "Get off the kid's arse. ‘Mm not supposed to be here either!" A punk-themed Spider-Man yelled from a swivel chair. Miguel rubbed his temple. "Hobie... just shut up. I can't deal with you right now." The leader sighed before brushing off the conversation, “Whatever, you know you can’t ignore me.” Hobie chimed, "Leave."

Miles looked confused and handed the baby to Y/n. "Leave? You mean like all of us? Or just him?" Miguel's frown deepened. "LEAVE!" He roared, bearing his fangs. Y/n and Miles quickly exited, not wanting to face Miguel's wrath.

Y/n looked at Miles with newfound annoyance. "Ugh, this spider society was a total bust. Hey, Miles, how are we gonna get home?" Y/n rocked the baby. "Huh?" The teen looked at Y/n, confused. "Get home? Y/n, we've only been here for like an hour. We can't leave yet!" Miles laughed, finding the situation amusing. Y/n raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, but we've got a baby to take care of!" Y/n handed Miles the kid. "You watch Cory while I go get some baby stuff!" Miles' face scrunched in confusion. "Cory? You named him?" Y/n nodded, but Miles frowned. "Y/n, no. We both know that once you name something, you get emotionally attached! We don't even know how long we'll have this baby. He could disappear right now!" Y/n gasped, covering the babbling baby's ears. "Miles! Don't say that in front of him. It's too late for abortion..." he whispered. Miles looked at Y/n as if he were crazy.

“Any-who! I’ll be at the nearest baby-store!” Y/n pulled out a futuristic watch, “Y/n where the hell did you get that…” Miles watched as his boyfriend tweaked with the watch, it started beeping rapidly before a orange portal opens and sucks Y/n in. Miles looked somewhat shocked “Well, I guess it’s just you and me…Cory?” The baby squealed in delight, enjoying Miles’ confused face. He sighed, walking further into the society.

“Thank you!” Y/n bided goodbye to the shop owner. He smiled seeing all the things he got from a low price, “Man, I can’t believe I got all this for only $30!” Y/n turned into a dark secluded alleyway, pulling out the watch his finger hovers over the button. Until he heard a yelp of pain, after waiting to hear the sound again Y/n spoke, “Hey, anyone in there?” He walked further into the alley, suddenly, a figure emerged from the trash can.

“I am, The Spot!”

“… are you a street performer or…?”

“What? No, I’m a villain.”

“Oh…”

“Aren’t you gonna ask me something?”

“Nah man, I’m good..”

“Please! Just ask me how I got like this! O-or why I’m after Spider-Man.”

“No, no..I-I said I’m good, don’t really wanna know that.”

“At least give me a good rating!”

“You want me to rate you?”

“Yes!”

“….um.”

“You won’t believe what the last guy called me! He said I was the ‘Villain of the Week’! Does he know how insensitive that is?”

“Look…Dot-“

“It’s Spot…”

"Sorry, Spot, I don't have time for this. My kid really needs his stuff," Y/n gave an awkward smile wanting to end the conversation, but the villain seemed persistent. "O-oh! You have a kid? Aren't you a little young?" Trying to keep the conversation flowing, the Spot followed, much to Y/n's dismay. "Um, he's not really mine. Me and my boyfriend just found him... kinda."

The Spot nodded, looking anywhere but the teen's eyes. The awkwardness was pushing his limits. "So, what's his name?" he coughed, looking at a stray cat. "You know what, I'm not doing this." Y/n clicked the button and quickly jumped into the portal, not bothering to look back. It closed with equal speed.

"Ugh, that guy was so awkward." Y/n groaned, setting the bags down on the counter before trudging to Miles’ room. He plopped on the bed, but before he could fully relax, a loud bang came from the window. A clicking sound was heard before feet hit the ground. "Did you just forget about us? I've been running from a crazy man for an hour!" Miles plopped down next to Y/n, letting Cory rest on his chest. Y/n sighed. "A crazy man? Miguel?" Y/n looked up, and Miles laughed, switching positions. "No, it was some anomaly dude. He had spots everywhere. But I wouldn't worry too much. He seems like a villain of the week." Miles let out a sigh, lounging further into the mattress, mindlessly letting Cory play with his hands. Y/n sat up, giving Miles a dead look. "You took a baby into battle?" Y/n frowned. Meanwhile, Miles froze and coughed lightly. "P-Peter does it all the time! It's not that bad, plus he's okay!" Y/n's frown deepened. "Peter is a trained professional. He can do what he wants!" Miles scoffed. "Trained professional? Have you met Peter?" Miles exclaimed, screaming as a pillow hit him in the face.

“That’s for taking a literal baby into battle!” Y/n hit Miles again “And that’s for not getting me a donut this morning!” Miles laughed, blocking the next hit “Are you serious!? Your still holding onto that donut thing!” Cory watched the two teens, falling back from his own laughter. Miles lunged forward, tackling Y/n and starting to tickle him back “You jerk! Stop-!” Y/n yelled between laughter, Cory’s contagious giggles followed. Miles smiled, looking at the child before picking him up “You wanna laugh?” Miles’ tickled the young boy, his smile widening the louder Cory giggled.

Y/n looked at the two, seemingly content with the situation, until he heard a pair of keys jingle. Miles stopped, picking Cory up and handing him to Y/n, he peaked out his door, coming back he looked panic, “Shit! My Dads here…how are we gonna hide a literal child!?”

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[thewriterg]

𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐲, 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞.

pairing(s): peter parker × fem!reader, peter parker x poc! reader, tony stark × fem!reader, guardians × fem!reader

summary: you and peter always argued about which one of you had to go first when the time came and it was too soon for you to finalize your decision

word count: 3.0k+

warning(s): soulmate au, death, crying, soul bonds dying, pet names, suicidal thoughts, Thanos, injuries, infinity war, descriptions of violence, and language

A/n:—GIFs; @that-bi-multifandom-mess & @galaxygifs— So when I thought of the reader screaming for when she’s in mourning I though of these two audios so use it don’t use do as you please

“You’re much more of a Thanos” You heard Strange say from the dimension he had You, Tony, Mantis, Nebula, Drax, Quil, and Peter in waiting for the opportunity You and the brunette sat close to each other hip to hip hand in hand reading one another’s thoughts without even trying but it was always that way

It’s what happens when you’re soulmates.

“Hey I love you, you know that?” The vigilante spider talked to you through your soul bond something that you had both learned to do a little more in vain than you both wanted

Peter didn’t expect for the first time his soulmate was talking to him telepathically was to be stuck under a pile a rubble in the midst of a panic attack trying to push his was out

“Peter, stop talking like that.” You hissed out loud even though he didn’t take it to heart you were uneasy everyone was but he felt a fraction of it and anyone could visibly see it you’re eyes were flicking a bright white and your hair started to sway softly in different directions

“With all six stones I can simply snap my fingers, they would all cease to exist and I call that… mercy.” The tone the alien of a man had could make anyone shiver instead it just made you angry

“Then you’ll find our will equal to yours” The sorcerer tapped his wrist together his sparking plates coming to form in front of his fist as a deserted and broken down quinjet came crashing from the what seemed to be thin air on top of the purple being

The portal opened as the guardians other than Mantis began to step out of the circle already on defense and as you began to walk up to the sparking source ready to jump out of and iron fist grabbed your arm

“Hey! You’re not going need you for the finale with antennas over here” Tony spoke to you as you snatched your forearm away from his grasp

“You’re insane if you think I’m not going” You seethed at the billionaire

“Mr stark she's my mate she has to come with me” Peter spoke wearily steeping in front of you a little to the side of Tony as you squinted at the pair beginning to take a step in front of them both before an iron hand had you flying backwards until you dropped on your ass and before you could get up your wrist were tied together with sticky web fluid

“No hard feelings kid” The brunette hummed calling back his metal hand as it connected back to his suit while Peter winced at your swearing protest

“Peter, I swear to God when I get ou-!”

“Sorry love!” He had stepped out of the portal before he could here the rest of your threat watching as Tony was forced back by a group of debris and rubble as he swung by his webs using his web shooter to aim at the Titans eye before throwing a punch to his jaw and Drax ran at him slicing the back of his calves with his swords

You groaned while white electricity surrounded you melting the spider fluid around your hands and you felt a hand on your shoulder before you shrugged it off getting back up on your feet hearing Mantis gasp in amazement

“You’re vibrations are so powerful!” The empath stared at you with wide black pupils in awe as you rolled your eyes it what happens when you were eight years old injected with a poison to make your heart pump rapidly while being strapped down to strapped down on a experiment table with hydra scientists thinking it would be a great idea to shock your chemical filled body with a hundred watts of energy

Instead of you heart stopping it just regulated and the electricity mixed poorly with the chemical and suddenly you could draw power from earth's electromagnetic field

You approached the sparking portal and it closed to a small circle in front of you and you tried not to scream in frustration before casting your palm out to it as white strikes of lightning and sparks of electricity mixed with the yellow and orange it rejected it as you tried to force it open to no avail

“FUCK!”

“Fuck!” Mantis repeated carefully clapping her hands together at her success and you were on the brink of whiplash as you turned to look at her with wide alert eyes

“No Mantis don’t say-”

“Fuck!?” Great, you were left to babysit.

“Mantis you don’t say fuck. Fuck is a bad word. You. don’t. say. fuck.” You stated sternly watching as her antennas dropped almost like a puppy’s ears as if it was sad and lost

“Humans way is so complicated” She muttered into the open

“Yea tell me about it” Suddenly the portal opened from under you both and you were dropped onto either one of Thanos shoulders the suddenness of it all shocked you both before you shook the feeling from your shoulders pressing your fingertips onto the titans temple a small gasp leaving your lips as Mantis did the same

Strange had sparking whips around one arm, while one of Peter Qs taser pads kept the same one in place for good measure, Peter Ps webs wrapped around his torso tugging him to his knees extra vibranium spider like legs sprouted from his back helping him stand firmly tugging on the spiderweb that kept the captivator down and Tony struggled to take the garment off his other hand that wasn’t under attack as he screamed continuously in agony before finally falling silent

“Is he under? Don’t let up.” Tony quipped struggling to loosen up the garment and Peter looked at you gaze holding concern as you head slightly twitched while you let out soft grunts and moans in discomfort he hated that you were even that close to this imbecile

“Be quick he is very strong” Mantis answered for the both of you she had more experience in the mind control department than you did but was still uncomfortable nonetheless the brunette couldn’t take his eyes off you however your hair pure white, the air becoming windy around them all, your eyes white with a soft glow behind them while you looked far away in your own mind, electricity sparking all around you but your fingertips were its main source as his soul bond screeched at him to take you far away from there

“Parker hello!? A little help get over here they can’t hold much longer” Peter didn’t waste another second before he was suddenly next his mentor gripping and pulling on the gauntlet with a groan as it loosened little by little

“I thought you’d be hard to catch, for the record this was my plan” The vigilante could’ve rolled his eyes at that You and him made the most important parts of the plan the only thing he made up was Mantis putting him to ‘sleep’ even though she told him it didn’t work that way

“Not so tough now huh? Where is Gamora!?” He questioned glaring at the titan as he crumbled on his knees

“Oh bullshit! Where is she!?” He repeated

“He is in anguish! He mourns!” Mantis whimpered

“What does this monster have to mourn!?” Drax wheezed out Peter‘s gaze immediately shifted from the tin glove to you as you suddenly gasped out of your trance before moaning heavily in pain

“Tony I can’t hold it” You cried out the most vulnerable the billionaire had ever seen you despite his few years of knowing you as he cursed under his breath Peter however couldn’t relate when it came to the subject his grip loosening on the gauntlet beginning to turn towards you

“Shit kid I know just two minutes” The brunette couldn’t tell if he was talking to You or to Peter so he settled on both and Peter was determined as ever to get this the hell over with as he tugged harder on the base of the gauntlet

“Gamora, He came back with the soul stone but she didn’t” Nebula answered suddenly and Quills attention immediately shifted towards her urging her to go on his blood running cold as she finished her sentence

“Okay Quill, you gotta cool it right now You understand? Do not, Don’t engage we almost got this off!” Tony yelled the victory so close he could taste it on his tingue

“Tell me she’s lying. Asshole! Tell me you didn’t do it” Peter screamed Tony’s yelling white noise in the background while Nebula put her head down in defeat

“I had… to” Thanos muttered and the brunettes eyes started to water his voice cracking as he spoke

“No you didn’t, No you didn’t” Suddenly his quad blaster was connecting to the titans temple Tony rushed to his side wrestling his arms above his head You and Mantis both gasped in pain taking your palms away from the beings temples as if you touched a hot eye on the stove before placing them back pressing down even firmer trying not to let the control slip

“It’s coming! I got it! I got it!” Just as the gauntlet sipped from the being fingertips he was out of the mind control head butting you with a sickening ‘crack’ you’re eyes rolling in the back of your head as he then took you from his shoulder with a crushing grip throwing your unconscious body with harsh intentions Thanos than snatched the tin glove back into his grasp causing Peter to repel backwards before quickly getting back onto his feet his senses going off like crazy

“I got you!” The vigilante made a long leap as you flew over his head catching your limp body into his arms his iron spider legs making a cage around you both blocking your body’s from the hard fall he held your firmly his hand resting on the back of your head pressing it into his shoulder panting heavily he watched as suddenly craters of the moon flew down around the both of you too close for his liking before he was back off the ground swinging through mid air fire flying past your bodies burning through old ships

“Come on sweetheart wake up, come on baby” Peter stressed yet his tone still sweet as he made the most out of his one web shooter wrapping up the unconscious guardians in the tacky web fluid one by one you still being pressed into his chest enabling him to use his other arm

“Dammit please, wake up! ” Suddenly you gasped awake lightning striking through the air creating a type of force fields around the abandoned ship Peter had found a temporary shelter for you to all settle on Your eyes and hair were pure white as you sucked in a deep breath pushing off of the brunettes chest standing on your feet tornadoes began to form whirling outside around the makeshift pod surging in the craters and extra pieces of rubble into their harsh winds you closed your eyes focusing on the biggest unfamiliar vibration before finally breathing out and as if it were an explosion Peter watched in awe as the winds traveled blatantly within a blink of an eye across the field into Thanos’s path sending him flying backwards as Tony flew after him he didn’t dawn on the fact too long his eye’s immediately darting back to you as your legs wobbled and before you could fall he was by your side gently lowering you to the ground taking your face into his palms pressing a kiss to your forehead squeezing his eyes shut tight as they watered

“I’m so glad you’re safe, im so glad you’re okay, you’re so strong, I love you, please be okay, please don’t scare me like that again, I love you.” The brunette muttered over and over pressing his chin into the crown of your head and pressing another kiss into your hairline

“I wasn’t strong enough” You whispered and Peter brung his head back to stare at you in disbelief both palms of his hand pressed to you cheeks your nose dripping a bit of blood your body slightly trembling you probably had a concussion maybe even blunt trauma

He wasn’t there in time

Now you were hurt

He failed you

His fault

It's all his fault. It's all his fault. It's all his fault. It's all his fault its all his fault all his fault its all his fault its all his fault its all his fault its all his fault its all his fault its all his fault its all his fault its all his fault its all his fault-

“Peter it’s not your fault” You whispered pressing the palm of your hand to his pale cheek and he kicked himself he hated when you read his mind at the worst time and even more than now because You we’re the one hurt

“Okay, okay. Can you stand?” You nodded shakily and the brunette helped you up to your feet as you looked over to the unconscious guardians taking a small step forward and Peter grabbed your arm

“Hey if you can’t hold it, you let go.” He remarked and with a stiff nod in agreement like a silent promise you crouched down to them all pressing your palm down flat on the ground and Peter watched to carefully as small surges of electricity traveled around the floor surging into their limp bodies causing them to softly jerk until Quill woke with a loud groan his body aching

“Yea you may of hit a couple of things on the way down, not actually my fault your just super heavy” The brunette looked at the teen with an offended look before he was telepathically through across the surface of the making a dent into the metal with another harsh noise of discomfort as you fixed him with a harsh glare

“Yeah probably deserved that one” He wheezed as Drax helped Mantis to her feet and Nebula sat up where she had once lied the rage suddenly hit the Star lord like a bus and in the blink of an eye he was gone his mask over his face the sound of his quad blaster shooting freely

Peter went to wrap an arm around you putting forward his wrist to shoot a web to swing on as the guardians followed you could fly yes but he didn’t want to risk it and when you were up close like this buzzing with electricity he could feel you it gave him a sense of comfort

You all made it to where Tony barely stood injured and Peter landed you both at his side helping him stand up right as the air chilled around you yet you didn’t have a need to start a blizzard

“Somethings happening” Mantis whispered suddenly not more than a second later she faded to dust right next to where Quill stood while Tony took a careful step forward a small gasp resting on his lips Drax was next to go wheezing breathes on his lips and suddenly your heart was slowing little by little beat by beat 

“Steady Quill” The billionaire demanded

“Awh man” He whispered before he was gone into the wind as the other and Tony’s eyebrows furrowed his chest beginning to tighten yet not with death he had felt that too many times and this wasn’t it

“Tony, there was no other way” Strange called out until the billionaire looked at him before continuing and once again he was gone

“Mr Stark, I don’t feel so good” It was your turn for you chest to tighten as you whipped around to look at Peter not being able to focus on the dizziness from the sudden movement your soul bond felt weak you couldn’t channel him like you usually did

“You’re alright” Tony said firmly like he wasn’t leaving any room for arguing

“No Peter.” You rushed to his side just as he beginning to lower to the ground you pressed your palms to his cheeks and the brunette felt a small buzz around his whole body while Tony and Nebula watched you both young love wilting to a perish

“Please come on. Don’t- DONT DO THIS TO ME” Your voice raised as the small time frame windows passed you and all the vigilante did was smile at you

“I love you, so much. You have to let go now come on you promised.” You shook your head thick tears rolling down your cheeks your chest tight and aching as you tried to delay death with only your palms

“I can feel you, Peter. I-I can feel you, I can.” He nodded at you in reassurance turning his head slightly to press a kiss to your wrist placing a hand over yours before quickly flinging you arm away as he collapsed to the floor and as you went to rush towards him Tony’s arms were wrapped around you arms and waist as you thrashed around in his hold as you watched the other part of your soul turn to dust and ash before your eyes

“I love you” He whispered before he was gone. Your scream traveled across the field pleading to whatever gods were willing to listen but none did you chest felt empty and your will to live was gone

“Please kill me Tony, please kill me. please” You sobbed and the older man turned you around to press your head into his shoulder his hand rested on the back of your head into your thick hair and suddenly he was holding onto to nothing as you began to fade away your bond felt tighter as if it was resurrected and you took it as Peter calling you home now before you were finally gone

Tony collapsed opening his arms before claiming them back down as if he was trying to grab onto you but to no avail

“Oh kid.”

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Honestly not my best work but something to work me out of writers block 😊

maybe a part 2?🤔

For now my request are closed but will open back up hopefully before the month is over

THE NEW SPIDERMAN MOVIE!? LOVE IT. Hobie and Miguel the lomls I can’t wait to write for them

please answer this poll below —if you don’t I will find you 😡👹🔪—

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[multiverseprincess]

slightly toxic!ex!bf peter parker (gaslighter)

you can think of any Peter Parker you fancy <3, I personally am obsessed w ps5's version atm

he knows it's fucked up, he broke up with you for a reason- a reason that's unavoidable to him. he needs to keep you safe and protected, even if it's not with him and when the sinister six start their plotting, pulling him down to his knees he does it- he breaks it off, but not before he pushes you away.

it starts small, missed calls, texts and then missed movie nights, work parties and then, it escalates to missed dates, missed hangouts with your family or may, missed hangouts with your friends until he starts being a no- show when you need him the most.

he thinks it would make it easier, to dissappoint first and let you down slowly, before he has to deliver the finishing blow.

he says it's for your own good, and as you look at him with glassy eyes, tears threatening to fall over your lashes, he closes his eyes for a minute- "it's for her own good, it's for her own good, it's for her own good", before he hears a sniffle from you, and opens his eyes. he's met with a steeled gaze, teary but angry. it's good he thinks, he can take the anger- as long as you're away from him and safe.

"you're a coward, peter parker", you say, standing for a good minute to see if he'd react but he only looks down- trying not to cry, pained to hear those words from you.

you, who'd always said that if he was anything then that was good, you, who vented about jameson's malice filled reports about spiderman and said- "spiderman gives hope to the people, he fights the good fight, NYC is grateful to him and jameson can get his head out of his ass if he ever wants to take it to the streets".

he hates that your spunk is now driven to hurt him, intentionally or unintentionally, he deserves it either way he thinks, and he'd take it- he'd take it a hundred times over just so you'd be safe and protected, just so you'd live your life, live up to your potential as you always do.

the hope he gives, an extension of the hope he'd seen you give to him generously, kindly and gently. from the day he met you he knew he'd give his heart to you- to keep and to break.

he's honored regardless to have his heart kept in the safety of your palms and then crushed to pieces in between them, even though he guided the motions.

it's worth it he thinks, even if both your hands are tainted with crushed hope and a love that he feels he no longer deserves- 'its for her own good'.

psst: I made a part two

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[c-nstantine]

Crush on you

Description: Peter meets Y/N Wilson

Word Count: 0.5k

Warnings: None, just fluff, Sam being an over protective uncle

Peter tended not to pay attention to where he was going when rushing through the Avengers' compound. Even with his web-slinging abilities, Peter Parker was running about fifteen minutes late to his meeting with Tony Stark. This wouldn't be a problem if he didn't have to dodge a person around every corner.

"Oh, gosh. I'm so sorry," These were the immediate words Peter said as he ran into someone. Papers went on the floor and Peter landed flat on his butt.

"Oh, it's fine. I didn't want to go to my meeting anyway," The stranger joked as she gathered her papers. Peter looked up as he helped gathered his papers. He had never seen a girl so beautiful in his life. She had shoulder-length butterfly locs and wore a yellow sweater with a black skirt. She looked to be around his age.

"I'm Peter Parker," Peter said sticking out his hand, which the girl shook. He gave a small smile.

"Oh, you're Mr. Stark's intern. I'm Y/N," She responded, returning the smile. Y/N looked down and noticed that she was still holding Peter's hand. Her eyes widened and she dropped his hand while mumbling a quick apology.

"How'd you know I'm Mr. Stark's intern?" Peter asked while rubbing the back of his neck. His cheeks were tinted a light shade of pink.

"My uncle told me," Peter couldn't determine if this was a good or bad thing. The cute girl's uncle could be a random agent or he could be an Avenger that could kick Peter's ass.

"Just out of curiosity, who's your unc-" Peter was interrupted by Y/N's name being shouted from down the corridor.

"Y/N, I was looking for you," Sam Wilson announced as he placed a hand on Y/N's shoulder. With a quirked eyebrow, he looked between his niece and Peter.

"I was on my way when I bumped into Peter," Y/N said as she gestured towards the boy next to her. Peter did an awkward wave as his mind fumbled to form any words.

"Hi, Mr. Wilson, sir," Peter hadn't had a formal conversation with Sam since the whole webbing him to the floor of a German airport. Peter did apologize but it was safe to assume that Sam still held a grudge against the teenage boy.

"Come on, Y/N we're going to be late," Sam said looking Peter up and down. Y/N's eyebrows furrowed as she watched her uncle disappear into the sea of people.

"I better get going but we should get lunch together one day,"

"Yeah totally, yeah," Peter said but he doubt that she heard him. His heart banged against his chest as he watched her walk away and he released a breath he didn't know he was holding.

"Kid, how is it you have zero game?" Tony asked while holding a box labeled 'Stark Do Not Touch'. He shook his head in the disappointment of his protégé.

"I have so much to teach you," Tony said passing the box off to Peter.  In all honesty, Peter wasn't paying attention to a word that Tony was saying. His mind had run off to la la land and his thoughts were consumed by Y/N. Sure he had only met her fifteen minutes ago but it was clear he had a crush on Y/N Wilson. Sam might actually kill him.

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[missdforever]

All the black Peter Parker writers that had the best stuff deactivated😭😭😭 I get that it’s because they moved on from tumblr or left cause of lack of engagement, I hope they come back some day cause us black Peter Parker fan girls are lacking literacy on all platforms that do fanfiction. The tag is just full of black widow and black cat stuff😭

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[yesitsmewhataboutit]

Protection

Peter Parker x Reader

Peter starts noticing tiny things about the way you behave around your family, well one person in particular, and it makes him worry

Warnings⚠️: allusions of abuse, angst? (kinda but not really)

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"Peter. No."

"But, y/n-"

"No."

"It's tru-"

"Peter, no, it's not!" a laugh escapes before you can fully finish your sentence. "It's not ok."

"Yes, it is. It'll be fine."

"You can't do that, Peter."

"Yes, I can, especially when I live with him."

"I'm sorry, isn't that a type of fraud? Spiderman?"

"Not when his credit card info is programmed into my phone."

"First, that means nothing, and second, why are his credit cards programmed into your phone?" you raise your eyebrow and pull away from him slightly.

"That," Peter leans closer, pushing your back into his mattress, hovering over you with a smile, "is none of your concern."

"Ok!" you scramble and sit up, "Mr. Parker. No! I am not letting you buy me a new mattress with Tony's credit card."

You're in Peter's room, laid in his bed, and he's trying his best to convince you to let him buy you a mattress since yours quoted "feels like laying on needles attached to springs," and he would rather sleep on the table Tony builds his suit parts, which he's done before.

"Ok. Well, as amazing as this conversation is," you stand up, "I gotta go. My brother is coming back from his 2-week trip, so my family wants to have dinner, blah, blah, blah, I have to be there," you turn and put your coat on, starting to grab your stuff.

"Wait," Peter pouts and whines, leaning to wrap his arm around your waist and pull you back toward the bed, your knees hitting the edge of his bed. "I wanted to spend time with you."

"I'll come back after this weekend, Pete," you assure him.

"Why don't I just come with you?" he offers.

"Oh? Now you want to spend a weekend on my bed of springs?"

Peter sighs. "If it means being with you," he smiles, "I'll do anything."

"Anything? Even take the offer of cleaning Thor's room again?"

Peter's smile falls. "You promised you'd never mention that again."

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About an hour later, you and Peter walk into your apartment. Your brother is laid on the couch in front of the tv, not giving you a second glance. You don't doubt that your parents are somewhere wandering around, and you know you'll run into them at some point.

Your parents have met Peter on multiple occasions, but he's never really been around them as much as he will be this weekend, and you both know that, but you look forward to it.

"Oh, hey, glad you're home," your mom smiles as you pass her in the hallway. You stop in front of your door, turning to her.

"Hey. Is it ok for Peter to spend the weekend here too?" you ask.

"Yeah, course." She pauses and turns to you and Peter. "Oh! Peter, here. That guy from earlier dropped this," she hands him a dagger. "I wanna believe that's something normal and say you can leave it here, but after the situation with the last glowing object you left here, I don't think that'd be wise," she says, nodding at him and continuing her way toward the kitchen.

You look confused. "Is that Loki's dagger?"

"It's his traveling open he uses to open boxes," Peter mumbles and sticks it in his pocket.

"Wait- why was he here-"

"And keep your door open!" your mom yells as she rounds the corner.

You give a defeated sigh and head nod. "There it is."

"We both knew that was coming," Peter laughs. You laugh and shake your head, momentarily dropping the dagger conversation and turning to open your door and go into your room. When you push the door open, the first thing you see, is a large new mattress in the corner of your room. "Oh, yeah. And I may have had Loki deliver an Asguradian mattress for you," Peter says from behind you.

"Peter!" You can't even be upset you're so surprised, plus the mattress looks really comfortable. "How'd you even get him to agree to this?"

"He owed me after I helped him cover up the fact he lost one of Thor's goats for three hours," he shrugs. Peter moves past you, walking into the room and flopping down on his back on your bed. "Asgardian beds are the most comfortable in the universe, made specifically for comfort and durability," he groans. "It's the same Thor got for Jane when they first started dating."

You raise your eyebrow and cross your arms. "Are you implying something?"

Peter raises his head, his voice cracking. "No."

You roll your eyes and walk over to him, sitting on the bed. "Oh wow, this is comfortable."

After a few minutes, your mom calls from the kitchen that dinner is ready. You and Peter leave your room to join the rest of your family in the kitchen.

"Ew, what's he doing here," your little brother whines.

"Hi, Marcus," Peter laughs.

"I don't like you," Marcus squints his eyes at him.

"Yeah, I know."

Everyone starts getting food, Dre, your older brother, first, followed by Marcus, and then you step up. Peter watches you pile your plate, waiting for you to finish.

Your dad comes up behind you, ready to get his own plate. Something deep in Peter's mind goes off, his sense telling him something, but he doesn't know what. He stands at a distance, watching you. It's slight, but he sees how you stiffen, quickening your speed of getting your food the tiniest amount. Weird.

He keeps watching, but before he knows it, you're finished, turning to him with a smile and heading to sit at the table. "Hey," Peter gets his food and slides in the seat next to you, lowering his voice, "you alright?"

You look up at him from your plate, slightly confused but smiling. "Yeah," you nod, melting away the ounce of worry he had, making him drop the topic.

Later, you and he get ready for bed. He watches as you remove your shirt and replace it with one of his t-shirts. "You're sleeping in that?" Peter asks, his brows slightly frowned from confusion.

"Yeah, why?" you ask, flopping down on the bed next to him.

"Oh, um, no reason," he shakes his head, smiling and shrugging, dropping the topic, letting you climb into his arms.

Peter distinctly remembers you saying you didn't like sleeping in any shirt that didn't have thin straps. He remembers how you'd said you'd love to sleep in his clothes but didn't cause you knew you couldn't get comfortable in a regular shirt or hoodie, plus you overheat. You never wore regular t-shirts -or clothes at all- when you spent the night with him at the tower.

Why now?

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In the morning, you wake before Peter. Mornings have always been your favorite. You get to lay in Peter's arms, warm and happy, listening to Peter's slow breathing and tranquility running through the room. Perfect.

However, one thing about the mornings is you usually have to separate from your perfect bed to use the bathroom. No matter how much you don't want to or you want to stay with Peter, this morning is no different.

Peter knew your routine, so when you pull from his light grasp, he lets you go, watching as you get up, dressed in only one of his t-shirts, and walk into the hallway toward the bathroom.

He waits for you, rubbing his eyes and stretching some, laying on his back with his arms out, waiting for you to come back and climb into them. Peter loves you. He loves you so much he knows your heartbeat rhythm, the sound of your footsteps, your breathing, everything about you he's memorized and could find you in the snap of a second even if he's in a crowd.

Because of that, while you're on your way back from the bathroom, when your heart rate picks up, your breath hitching for a moment he gets slightly worried. But what could've happened? He can tell it's only your family in the apartment. Nothing seems off. Why'd you get startled?

He couldn't come up with a valid reason before you appeared back into the room, immediately crawling on the bed and into his arms, curling up on top of him and tucking your face in his neck. If he didn't know any better, he'd think you were fine, but Peter knows you, he can feel your hands shaking, and you're holding onto him far too tightly for him to look past it.

When you cuddled up to him, he wrapped his arms around you. Even tho he doesn't know why you're scared, he still wants to comfort you, holding you close to his body. "Hey, you alright?" he mumbles, pressing his lips against your forehead.

"Mhm, fine. Wanna sleep a bit more," you say, shutting him down before he even had a chance and snuggling closer to him, closing your eyes and ready to slip back into sleep.

Later in the day, everything seems normal. You're your normal self, but Peter knows something's off. There's something he's missing.

"Pete, do you want a sandwich?"

"Yeah, sure."

You top off the last bit of ham on your sandwich, putting bread on top, and then move on to make Peter's sandwich. Peter watches you from the couch, deciding to get up and stand with you. He leans against the refrigerator about five feet from you, watching as you move around the counter to make his meal. He can't help but smile.

Your dad enters the kitchen, coming to make his own lunch. He walks next to you, standing at the counter and beginning his lunch. In Peter's opinion, he's standing a little extra close than needed, but he brushed it off. His brushing it off doesn't last long cause, again, he can hear your heart rate elevate and see you tense and start holding your breath.

Without a second thought, Peter pushes from his spot, smoothly sliding between you and your dad, acting as if he's only grabbing the sandwich you made for him, turning his head to give you a comforting smile. You look over your shoulder, smiling and handing him the plate.

The actions are innocent, but Peter picks up on how you lean into his touch when he lays his hand on your waist, how you slowly exhale, and the tension in your body evaporates. In your mind, you don't know if what Peter's doing is on purpose, but you're happy he's doing it. You never told him what always went on. You never made a big deal about it, but the little acts make you happy. They settle your nerves.

Peter fully wraps his arm around your waist, letting his hand rest on your stomach as he pushes to move you away from the area and back to the couch where you originally were. Again, you don't say anything, acting like it's all normal. When you sit down, you smile and begin talking about the show you'd put on the tv, and Peter doesn't have the heart to stop you and really ask what happened.

It’d take everything in him to change the subject cause he knows something's up. He knows he should ask and get to bottom of what it is cause he can't keep sitting around and watching. He knows he should, but he just can't. For now, all he can do is keep you happy and protected from whatever it is. Cause he just can't bare to do anything else.

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[merowkittie]

Valentine’s Day — Peter Parker

Summary: Valentine’s Day with Peter is always amazing.

Warnings: mentions of sex/other than that just fluff <3

(Take this as your Valentine’s Day special <3 you have another one cooking up but it’ll be late ><!) also I know it’s short but bare with me.. life is busy sometimes :(

Your eyes flitted across Peters face. He looked peaceful for once. It was nice seeing him relaxed without any bruises on his face and pained noises escaping his mouth.

His arms were wrapped around your bare waist tightly. You could still see the crescent shaped nail marks you made on his skin from the intimacy you two shared a few hours ago.

Peter and you stayed home all day. Cooking heart shaped pancakes, him giving you flowers, dancing to the record player, and the love making after tied it all together. It was nothing but sweet and gentle.

Peter was always gentle with you but today? Today felt so different. Maybe because it was Valentine’s Day and he always anticipates these days because he wants to make it better each year. The sex on that day? Mind blowing.

You hummed as you continued to stare at him. Your hand found his hair, running your fingers through his soft messy head of hair. He had such a cute bed head but he didn’t like when you called it that cause In his words, he’s not cute.

Sighs escaped your lips as the boy began to stir. A slight smile played on his face. You began to smile as you saw the light of the setting sun fall onto his face. “My beautiful boy.. you make me so happy..”

The words that escaped your mouth were sudden and you’d only hope it made its way to his ears and his brain received the words of serotonin.

Your fingers danced across his cheek bones and landed on the slope of his nose. You giggled as he scrunched his nose up at the feeling. Your fingers landed on his top lip and slid down slowly to his bottom.

They were red and slightly parted. You could feel his breathe slightly hit your finger. Then all of a sudden Peter bit it.

“Pete!” You squealed as you felt his tongue start to lick the tip of your finger.

He grinned at you as he let it go and you wiped it onto him. Peter shook his head at you and kissed your cheek.

“Maybe if you stop being a creep and watch me sleep I wouldn’t do things like that to you.” His smile was as bright as ever as he teased you.

You pouted at him and pushed his shoulder roughly, “..how long were you up?”

He raised an eyebrow at you and you groaned loudly. “Enough to hear you call me beautiful. Thanks babe.” He winked at you.

Your pout only grew worse as he continued to stare at you in the silence of the room.

You felt him move around and he sat up, grabbing your hips to pull you on his waist. You put your head on his chest and felt the dull lull of his heart beat against your ear.

“I’m glad I make you happy..” the sound of your name came out soothingly, His heartbeat started to increase with each word. “I feel like I can do anything with you, you know? I feel like I can just be silly and let go when I’m with you. You make me the happiest man ever.” Your name came out again in a hushed whisper only for your ears to hear.

His hand gripped the nape of your neck. The soft curls on it, tangling around his fingers. He pressed a kiss on your hairline and you sighed.

“Peter.. I love you so much, dork.” You laughed at the gasp that escaped his mouth.

He shook his head and inhaled deeply.

“Happy Valentines Day.” He whispered into your ear.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, my baby.”

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I know the end is a little shitty but! Happy Valentine’s Day Honey <3 YOURE very much loved ok? Valentine’s Day is not a Holiday where you just celebrate it with a significant other, it’s all about caring and being there for everyone or just someone you love. Spend it with your family or friends ;)

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY XOXO

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[reverie-verse]

Peter Parker X Reader - Falling Into His World.

Here are the other Parts. Part 2 Part 3 (I will do part 4 at some point cuz this fic is currently unfinished) Prompt: Reader quite literally falls into his world. She is his favorite character from his book and he is a favorite character from hers. She’s not sure how it happened. He’s not sure how to help but he still tries. After all, he is New York’s friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. On the other hand she’s from California and not from his world.

*College Peter and college reader.

*Fluff, curiosity, tension, home sick.

* I wrote this with Tasm Peter in my mind however he could literally be read for any Peter in your mind.

I also definitely didn’t check it before I posted sooooo spell check and gramma check didn’t happen.

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It had been a long tiring day full of work and school not to mention people finding ways to piss you off. You had gone home to your shared apartment hearing your best friends telling you that you need to get out and enjoy yourself. You gave them each a soft smile waving your hand. To be honest going out was the furthest thing from your mind. You were exhausted and just wanted to be at home lazy. Your friends didn’t push it, understanding that sometimes we all need that space. However they threatened you with a forceful night out the next time. You laughed at them shooing them away, locking the door. Weirdly enough you ended up cleaning the apartment since nothing was capturing your attention and every thought was kicked in overdrive. Unfortunately no help there you decided that maybe a shower might do the trick. The hot water will relax you and it’ll all be okay. Sure enough it does the trick walking out the shower throwing on your very much oversized shirt, you pulled on your plaid sweatpants. Man did it feel like you were on clouds, that when the tiredness truly hit you.

Your bed looked ten times more comfy the longer you stared at it. An early night so what you deserved the rest and no one can tell you not to do it right? Turning out the light you crawled onto your bed, the night sky illuminated your room. You just got comfortable in your bed, in the right position and the blankets felt amazing. Only for it to be ruined by your neighbors playing a game of how loud they can be. This was a perfect opportunity to grab your headphones, connecting them to your phone. You scrolled through your music finding your favorite playlist, No noise could be heard, only the beautiful harmonies and melodies that surrounded your senses. Shutting your eyes allowed your mind to create scenarios that involved fictional characters in various fictional genres. You had begun to feel the slumber take over, weighing you down further into a squishy yet firm mattress. Your mind began to drift slowly as the sleepiness crept into your mind, the music lulling you to sleep. Your mind humming as the fictional character played its role.

As your mind continues wandering your body finds itself in a situation, as it joltes itself awake, in turn pulling you out of your sleep. You opened your eyes only to see yourself falling onto the ground in your sleeping position. You didn’t have time to scream as you hit the floor. “ Ouch” you winced as you sat there for a moment then you heard it. The sounds of cars honking, in the distance maybe a helicopter or two a light breeze passed through the air, the moon at its peak glowing over the city. Your eyes widened as you scrambled to get up, you were on top of building a really high one at that. You looked over the railing and down at the people below they looked like ants. “ I-I’m-I-IM ON TOP OF A BUILDING?!” You panicked as you backed away from the ledge. You looked around trying to figure out where you were. You had seen more buildings, each in different textures, bricks, glass, rustic, new, this-this was not home that much was for sure. You searched for a back door to the building hoping that maybe you could get out of this mess.

Just as you rounded the corner you rammed right into something solid in the colors of red and blue. “ Hey woah how did you get up here?” A deep voice speaks out as the red and blue colors tower over you. Your eyes slowly travel from the chest to the masked face. You take a step back. “ Oh no, hey I’m Spider-Man, I’m not gonna hurt you. Let me help you get out of here” He says as he holds his hands up showing that he meant no harm.

“ Is that what you tell all your victims?” You challenged as your hair once hanging loosely now pulled back into a low ponytail. Your hands raised to defend yourself in case he attacked.

He tilted his head to the side “ My victims? I just said I wasn’t going to hurt you-“

“ For all I know you could literally be a serial killer!” You protested.

“ Listen lady, you're barefoot and in sleep clothes, you look like you could’ve used some help that’s all I’m tryna say” He shrugged his shoulders as he sat himself on the ledge sitting there watching you through his mask. His accent had begun to stand out to you the more you listened to him speak. No no no there was no way you were in another state. No because you remember going to bed in your own bed and you sure as hell don’t sleep walk.

“ No, nooooo no no no no there’s no way that I am here in New York right now. Nooooo absolutely not.” You shook your head waving your hands in the air.

“This-yeah you are in New York, If you’re at a hotel I’ll take you to it. Just tell me what the name of it is” He bargains seeing that you were only stressing more.

“ I-I'm not staying at a hotel! I’ve never been to New York, I’m from California! I never left California, I was sleeping in my bed in California five seconds ago!” You now were rubbing your forehead pacing back and forth. Standing up off the ledge the masked man walked towards you.

“ California? That’s all the way on the west coast-“

“ Yeah I know that and my California ass will kick yours if you don’t back up!” You threatened again holding your hands up. It hadn’t fully registered that you were standing in front of Spider-Man. Noooooo. You froze.

“ I’m not gonna stay much longer so either you let me take you to a hotel or hospital. If you want me to just set you down the sidewalk I can do that but I’m not letting you stay up here especially with no shoes on. Or socks.” He moved towards you anyways ignoring your threat ready to grab you and swing.

“ Your Spider-Man” You say speaking more to yourself than him. It hit you in the damn face like a semi truck. You dork how you did not catch on the first time. Oh figures you were freaking out.

“ Yes I am. Hospital it is-“ He bends down ready to carry you in his arms. You hold your hand out to stop him forcing him to wait. At this point in time you had begun to notice him becoming irritated. You needed him to believe you,

“ Wait wait wait. Uuh-I-umm I’m sorry for threatening you and not realizing who you are. But I am not from here-“

“ I know that but first I think you need to see a doctor-“

“ Uh no no no. Listen to me I know who you are-“ Spider-Man huffed, reaching down wrapping an arm around your waist pulling you closer to him.

“ I’m going to travel? Swing? It doesn’t matter the point is I’m going to get you to the hospital-“

“ PETER?!” You shouted, capturing his attention he freezes his arm still wrapped around your waist.

“ How do you know my name?” he questions pulling away from you. He was debating on pulling his mask off but at what cost. He’s never seen you before he’s never met anyone who knows about his existence besides his friend Gwen and Flash. He shook his head, backing up for a second giving some space in between each other. You watched him with curious eyes, you could tell that he had no idea what to do. He was hesitant and unsure. This was a moment you didn’t think you’d be in ever. You landed into his world. The character which you dreamed of reading about even. Peter reached for his mask, lifting it up revealing his face to you. His brown eyes squinted at you with a questioning look. He didn’t trust you, he wasn’t sure how you knew him considering he had never met you. Somehow some way he did feel oddly familiar. How could anyone in that moment? He watched you as you watched him. You both weren’t sure how to go about this-it was kind of awkward. Did he have a stalker? There was no way he had a stalker, absolutely not he made sure his tracks were covered. He crossed his arms waiting for an explanation from you. You on the other hand weren’t sure how to tell the man in front of you that he was another version of someone else you knew.

“ Right-right, right, uh this is going to sound very weird I understand that. No I’m not a stalker cuz I feel like you-you get that vibe-it��s not. Umm you-you I read a um graphic novel on a character such as yourself….” You trailed off moving back a step giving him an awkward smile. Peter had no reason to believe you but given the many circumstances where reality has proved him wrong it seemed rational. Peter stood there gazing at you trying to figure out what had drawn out the easy flow of conversation. You reminded him of someone.

“ Since we are on a first name basis what’s yours?” He asked hoping this doesn’t bite him in the ass later. You were taken back for a second. You cleared your throat trying to think of a way to answer it, sure it was easy to give him your first and last name but at the same time this was your favorite character. Who is like an equivalent to a celebrity.

You stuttered “ U-U-uh-I-I- my name is um Y/N L/N”

His eyebrows raised as heard the sound of your name leave his lips. He had to think for a moment, there could be no possible way for you to be here. You were fiction, you were a character in his favorite book. You can’t be here, that's impossible. Peter placed his hand over his mouth, turning away from you. He needed a second to process. Why hadn’t he picked up on it before. Of course it didn’t register that you were a character in a fictional book not a graphic novel. His book left much to his imagination where yours left no room for it. It had a detailed version of himself.

“ That’s impossible” he replied shaking his head before turning to look at you.

“ Impossible?” You crossed your arms rubbing them to keep yourself warm. Your bare feet were starting to get cold as the wind picked up just a tad. You wanted to continue this conversation but you were not about to continue this outside. “ Look, can we go somewhere and finish this conversation? I’m getting cold” You whispered. Peter really looked at you, noticing your body shivering he sighed. He was too caught up in the moment.

“I know where we can go” He tells you as he reaches for you pulling to him. “ Hang on tight”.

You look at him unsure. You truly were afraid of heights “Do we have to swing?”

He chuckled “ Yeah we do” he walks towards the ledge climbing on taking you along with him. You were nervous to say the least-no terrified is the appropriate word. Your heart racing, a scream jammed in your throat, fear covering every inch of your mind and body. Holding onto Peter for dear life you squeezed your eyes shut. Within that same second he jumps, you could feel the wind push against you as the two of you glided through the city. You debated on opening your eyes. He knew that as he smirked behind his mask which had put back on before swinging. He as well as you have only dreamt this moment. To be in it and to feel it was not what he had expected nor had you. To be honest neither of you did. It was exactly that a dream only this time you both had walked between plains into each other’s lives.

Peter had swung you to his apartment, the one you’ve seen countless of times in your graphic novel. Honestly it felt very surreal and unexpected. He helped you climb through his window first then he followed after. He felt kind of shy and intimidated. He only ever read about you in books. He never thought you would actually be here in front of him-raiding his sock draw. “ Sorry, Sorry, but I really need some socks. I hope you don’t mind” You rummage through his draw finding a pair of thick black socks. Shutting the draw you walk over to his bed pulling the socks on your feet. Your feet began to warm up. You sighed with relief. Peter softly smiled as he shook his head walking over to his closet. He needed to get out of his suit so he couldn’t risk the chance of anyone seeing him. Grabbing a shirt and some sweatpants he walks to the bathroom.

“ No, I don't mind.I’m gonna change, just make yourself more at home. At least wrap yourself in a blanket or something.” He tells you as he shuts the door behind him. You wrapped a blanket around yourself sitting on his bed. You were struggling to grasp the idea that you’ve somehow found yourself here. You figured that maybe you shifted as some people say but it didn’t feel like that. You felt yourself physically being planted here, you felt that fall. You felt yourself gliding as he swung; it felt all too real. You guessed that maybe you were hallucinating or maybe you had fallen into a deep sleep. You pinched your skin as you squeezed your eyes shut. Once. Twice. Three times and nothing. You opened your eyes checking to see if you made it back into your room. Nothing. You were still in Peter's apartment.

This definitely wasn’t a dream then what the hell else could it be? Peter on the other hand had no idea what to do. He pinched the bridge of his nose before throwing his t-shirt on. What is he supposed to do? The girl from a book he’s reading is sitting in his room, his apartment. He’s dealt with some pretty weird situations but this was beyond it. To a degree. Peter had gone over in his mind the last time he slept. He hadn’t slept in a few hours and he was exhausted. Maybe you were a fragment of his imagination that he conjured up in the hopes of ending his night on a peaceful one. Peter knew that wasn’t the case. He needed to figure out why you were here even if that meant putting his rest on hold. He sighed once more if need be Gwen could probably help him. In fact you were in need of clothes and shoes. Maybe she could help with that. For now it was too late to call her. You would have to settle for staying cooped up in his apartment. Not that either one of you minded.

Peter walked out of the bathroom folding his suit up, putting it in his box sliding it back into the closet. He shut the closet doors before walking next to his counter. He leaned against it, crossing his arms. His eyes drifted from the ground to your eyes. He was captivated by them. He checked your condition quickly. Looking at how you wrapped yourself up in his blankets sitting cross legged on his bed which made you look warm and inviting. He found himself drawn to it. Stop. He had to stop. He cleared his throat, needing to bring up a conversation. Thankfully you had sparked it. “ Earlier you said that it was impossible when I said my name. Why? Do you know something?” You asked as you watched him with careful eyes. You had gotten lost in his brown eyes, but you found yourself trapped in his sleepy state. He looked like he needed to be wrapped in your arms. You wanted to hold him. No you can't, you just met him. Well you read about him. Same difference. Peter nodded his head before coming up with a plan of what to say. It was an easy conversation but he couldn’t find the words. It’s not that he couldn't, he just was star struck and it took him a minute to realize that.

“ I-I-uh I’m reading this book right now and your-your the main character.” He looks around and finds a book on his desk. He walks over to it, lifting the book up and hands it to you. “ At first I was kinda thrown off with the whole California thing but then you said your name and it clicked. You're not supposed to be here. You were supposed to be at home”

You caressed the book in your hand running it along the cover. It was interesting to see a book about you in the hands of a fictional character who you happened to be their favorite character. It was too bad you didn’t have your graphic novel on Peter then you could’ve matched the unusualness of this particular second. You handed the book back to Peter. He took it from you placing it back on the desk. “ Peter what happens next in that book?” You asked, your nerves sky rocketing the way he said ‘you were supposed to be at home’ worried you.

“ You were supposed to go to work and then school but you don’t you end up staying in the next day. And your world changes-“ Peter shrugs.

“ Changes how?” You question as you mull thoughts over in your mind.

“ I don’t know. I haven’t gotten past that part yet” he replies as his gaze never leaves yours.

“ So what are we supposed to do?” You keep looking for something. You rubbed your forehead, breaking the gaze Peter was holding. This is getting nowhere. Peter moved himself away from the counter walking toward you. He got down on one of his knees. He pulled your hands gently from your face bringing them into your lap. He holds your hands there, his warmth comforting you. Your heart swoons, you had not realized how much you yearned for his touch. His heart beats a mile a minute at the touch he craved so much. He looks from your joint hands to your eyes.

He says “ We will figure it out. Together.”

#tasm!peter x you #tasm!peter imagine #tasm!peter x reader #tasm!peter x y/n #tasm!peter fluff #tasm!peter parker #peter parker #imagines #x reader #poc reader #bipoc writers #peter parker imagine #peter parker x you #peter parker x reader #peter parker x y/n #mcu peter parker #spider man x reader

[khoitai]

I’ll Braid Your Hair. [Peter Parker/Black!Reader]

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originally posted on ao3 :)

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“Argh!” Groaning, you threw your arms back in defeat and let the extension hair fall from the section parted into your scalp. An aching sensation shot through your arms, you had been trying to finish your braids for the last 3 hours, but couldn’t due to your arms feeling practically dead. You had started them the day prior and opted to finish them the next day, but procrastination and pins and needles halted your progress.

Peter was currently on your bed, finishing the Spanish homework your teacher had set. The boy set the book down and looked over to you, “You okay? Why don’t you take a break?” Peter had been there for all three hours and offered both moral and emotional support. Offer’s to help part your hair or section the extension hair exited his lips, but that was as far as the offerings went. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to help, it’s just he didn’t know how to braid. You had promised to teach him someday, but never got around to it.

“Ugh, because I’ve taken 4 breaks in the last 3 hours. My arms really hurt… I just wanna finish this last section.” You complained, pushing the heels of your palms into your eyes. You heard the boy shift and start walking somewhere. Maybe he got bored with your complaining. That was when you felt him sit behind you and rest your head on the edge of the bed. “Peter, what are you doing?”

“I’m gonna braid your hair.”

“What—“

“Just—shh—lemme find a tutorial on YouTube.”

Confusion was the only word to describe how you felt. This boy, this adorable boy, was willing to learn to braid your hair for you. You almost felt like crying, it was such a sweet thing for him to do. Although, you didn’t expect any less from him. There was no denying that he was raised right. You know, for a fact, he was raised right since your mama loves him.

“Okay… I found one that seems, do-able. It may take a minute for me to, y’know, do it right.” He said sheepishly, you could almost hear the blush on his face.

A giggle escaped your lips. You listened to the sounds of the woman explaining what to do. She went through how to section the hair, how to braid it, how to feed in the hair and how to tie it off, and Peter followed every step carefully. He’d sometimes rewind the video or undo the braid, but soon enough, a braid done by Peter was added to your head.

“Damn, that was a lot more difficult than I thought it’d be.” A sigh left his lips, although you could hear his smile. Obviously, he was extremely proud of himself.

“Well done, Peter. I’m sure it looks great! Now another, like, 15 to go!” Throwing your hands in the air, you let out a fake cheer and joined in with his laughter.

You were glad he offered to braid your hair, or else your arms would be floppy by now.

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[deexchanel]

Bullshit!

Word Count:

Pairing: Dad!Steve Rogers, BlackOC x Peter Parker.

Warning: Swearing, Arguing, Fighting.

Summary: Armani sneaks out and Steve finds out.

A/N: I thought of this at random. It’s not edited but I’ll fix it later.

Armani took curlers out of her hair as the group chat was booming with messages. It’s nearing the end of the school year, and it’s a party going on at Fran’s house. Everyone going, including Peter. Mj has him wrapped around her finger as they’ve gotten closer over the school year.

Eventually, the ‘You wanna hang?’ text stopped, and Armani hung out with her homegirls more. Steve was watching tv in the living room. “Armani!”

“Yess?” Armani paused on doing her hair, walking to the living room.

“Heyy what did you wanna eat-.”He looked over and examined the outfit. “Where are you going?”

Armani brushed off her dress, “Some party. I won’t be out late.” she turned around going to her room without waiting on a response but Steve followed.

“How are you going to go to a party? You didn’t even ask me to go like damn you could’ve at least asked!” He furrowed his brow. She waved him off because he’s always doing missions and never have time so why pay attention now. Steve always busy so she’s use to moving by herself without questions being asked.

“Don’t wave me off Armani Rogers and since you want to be like that. You’re not going.” Steve raised his voice, her waving him off struck a nerve. All she had to do was ask and she could go. He’s getting the vibe that she doesn’t respect him anymore. He is her father and wants to know where she going for her safety.

“You can’t do that!” She sat on her bed now mad. Steve pointed to himself. “Yes I can. I’m the adult!”

“yeah the adult that’s never here.”

She faced the window, shaking her head,“Man you bullshitin.”

He grabbed her shoulder, “I’m bullshitin? All you had to do was ask me but you blew up into this attitude monster! This conversation is over!” He shook his head in disbelief walking out the room.

Armani screamed into her pillow. The group chat buzzed some more and she screamed again. This is all so frustrating because why is he acting like this all of a sudden. It was one thing left to do.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y?”She whispered to the A.I system hoping that she will match her energy like how a Alexa be. This is Armani’s first time using it but she’s took notice to how everyone uses it.

“Yes Armani?” She talked in a normal voice but the teenager quickly shushed her.

“Shushh! Don’t talk so loud!”

“Yes?” The A.I now whispered.

“Do you think you can mute the elevator ‘ding’ noise? I need to get downstairs!”

“No.”

“F.R.I.D.A.Y can you help me? Please! It’s this almost end of the school year party going on and I really want to go. My best friend will be there looking bad as ever and I need to be stepping with her. Plus Peter will be there.” Armani grabbed her purse then began to put on her shoes. “damn that boy is so fine!”

I guess telling F.R.I.D.A.Y her true feelings about Peter, she decided to help. “Since you want me to help, I have to tell them your whereabouts when asked. I am programmed too. Be safe Armani.”

“Okay F.R.I.D.A.Y. I just need enough time for Peter to notice me. Thanks.”

“It’s muted Armani.”

She didn’t respond, slowly opening the door to her room.Armani crawled on the floor as quiet as she could. Steve was on the couch nodding off with the tv playing in front of him. Her purse fell off her back onto the floor which had him to turn around but Armani was hidden behind the couch. Her heart beating against her cheat hoping he began to watch tv again.

She sat there another five minutes then began crawling again to the elevator. Armani pressed down and the doors immediately opened without a noise being made. When the doors closed she stood up but her legs felt wobbly.

“Oh shit!! How the fuck did I pull that off on a super soldier?”She joked to herself while clutching her beating chest. Armani laughed slowly sliding down to the ground again. Damn she really did that.

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“Hey bestie! You looking good as always!” Jayla instantly spotted her girl out the crowd. Armani lift her shades onto her head and gave her the biggest hug.

“Heyy bestie! Guess the fuck what!”

“Girl what?”

“I snuck past Dad on the couch. Bitch my heart was beating so fast.”

Jayla laughed her ass off. “Omg. Are you serious?”

“Yes!” Armani laughed then took sight of the crowd. She pulled at the hems of her dress looking for that familiar face. Her best friend obviously knew who she’s looking for and gave the lo.

“Left corner, behind the ping pong table near that bar. We can go over there if you want?”

Armani got nervous since she couldn’t see who was with them. “Does my outfit look good? Shades on or off? I’m not going.” She said in one breath. The best friends worked on telling each other whatever feel so the other can help the best way they can.

“Okay calm now babes. You look good and you will get his attention.” Jayla grabbed her shoulders then smoothed her pink hair down. “Let’s go over there. I got your back and you got mine.”

“Yeah you’re right. Whew!”Armani took a deep breath. They held hands as they walked over to the location of Peter. He stood there looking good as ever beside Ned. Some more of their classmates stood around holding conversation.

“Heyyy Peter.” Armani grew confidence when they were closer. He turned around with a cup in his hand and that to die for smile.

“Mani, Hey!” He took in her outfit. “You look really good.”

She took notice of the nickname he gave, “Thank you.” Mani smiled while giving him a hug. Peter took in her smell as he wrapped his arm around her waist. When they pulled apart, he didn’t let her get far. Him and Ned had talked about this moment for weeks. He’s always had his eyes on his ‘Mani’

“How about we go dance?”

This was the moment she had been waiting for. “Um yeah, let me go get a cup.”Mani was mentally dancing for joy as she walked to get her cup.

When she got back, he lead her to the dance floor.

“Damn, I need you right now

You can take your time, don't have to rush”

Collide played through the speakers. He stood behind her as his arm wrapped around her chest area. Peter’s face was very closer to her neck and he loved every moment of it. Armani focused on her hips to the beat.

“This might take us a while, yeah

I left all the doors unlocked and you said you're on your way.”

Peter grabbed her waist as she grind against him, feeling his friend grow. The liquor kicked in for the both of them but Armani wanted more. “I’m going to get some more to drink!” She pointed to the bar.

“Want me to come?”

“Yes please.”

They held hands as she guided them over to the bar.

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Steve awoken suddenly, the vibe in the tower was off. The tv was still playing and only the kitchen light was on. He stretched then got up from the couch making way to Armani’s room.

“Armani? Princess let’s…” He opened the door to see an empty bedroom. Steve took notice of the surroundings. Her clothes were disorganized as if she was looking through them, no signs of struggle and she had multiple purses laid out. Armani had managed to sneak past him and now Steve was pissed. He pulled out his phone to text her.

Popsicle

You snuck out for what Armani?

Popsicle

You’re in so much trouble.

Popsicle

When have I ever been against you? All you had to do was ask Armani. I really can’t believe you right now!

Popsicle

Where are you??

Not getting a response, irritated him more. It was only one person to ask since it was only them two there. “F.R.I.D.A.Y where is she??”

“A party Mr.Rogers…”

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“Let’s go outside and take pictures!” Jayla suggested to the group. Armani ignored all messages from her Dad as she sat on Peter’s lap. Betty, Ned, and this cute guy named Luke were around them, chilling as well.

“Let’s go then.” Luke got up from the couch then turned to Jayla helping her up. The group made their way outside going to Luke’s car. While they helped Jayla with her pictures, Armani leaned against the car while Peter hovered with his hands on her waist.

“Your hands been glued to me all night Parker.” Armani giggled with her hands touching his soft hair. He kissed her neck,“You look so damn good I can’t help myself.” Peter pulled back a bit taking in those luxurious cheekbones and smooth brown skin.

“Can I take you out to somewhere nice?”

Armani looked away out of nervousness and a smile slowly crept in until confusion struck. “Don’t you talk to MJ? I don’t want to be seen as nothing.”

“You won’t be seen as anything. MJ and I aren’t anything Mani. I want you.” He placed his hand under her chin to gently get her to look at him. “You deserve to be took somewhere nice so let me do it.”

She blushed madly, with having liquor in her system she didn’t know if this was real or not. “Ohh my fucking god, is this happening right now?”

Peter laughed, “Yes, this is happening right now.”

Armani laughed herself for sounding so stupid,”Well then, yes you can take me out somewhere.” Peter smiled then leaned closer to her. She took hint and placed her lips onto his. Her hands went under his shirt as the kiss deepened. my goodness, his muscular build had her weak.

Then suddenly Peter is abruptly pulled off of her and Steve landed a punch to his face. “What! Dad?!” Armani screamed as Peter quickly regained focus and punched Steve in the face. Before they could wrestle, Armani quickly intervened.

“No! No! Do not fucking fight!” Her arms spread between the two guys to keep them apart. “Dad what are you doing here?!”

“I came to get my underage daughter from this party she wasn’t even supposed to go to! I find her swapping spit with Parker. I’m going to hurt you son!” Steve reached forward again but Armani tried her best to push him back.

“No dad chill out!”

“No Armani! I’ll chill out when my own daughter learn how to respect me. You’re 16! One Six! I let you get the crazy hair colors, the latest things, and be a little easy on the rules but what I don’t let slide is you sneaking out of the tower! Let’s go now!” Steve glared at her then grabbed her arm, leading her to his motorcycle.

“Wait Cap, I’m-” Peter ran his hand through his hair, wanting to apologize but Steve cut him off.

“Don’t say another fucking word Parker!”

He hopped on his bike and the second Armani was secured, Steve sped off. She held onto her Dad as tears began to fall down her cheek.

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He put his bike in park and got off. They didn’t speak a word to each other while they walked into the tower.

“Dad…”Armani spoke softly as the elevator approached living quarters. “I’m sorry.”

He didn’t respond, just looked straight ahead. She tugged at his leather jacket. “Dad.”

Steve faced his daughter with his cheekbone now swelling. The elevator doors opened and he walked out before her. “Dad!” Did you not hear me?” He was making way to the exercise room to release anger but turned around.

“I’m disappointed in you Armani.” Without another word, he walked off.

Armani stood there in tears knowing her father figure was tired of her shit. She pushed it to far and he probably wants to take her back to the orphanage. “Fuck! What have I done?”

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yeahhh cause what it do! should it be a part 2 ?

I hope yall are enjoying the new year!🫶🏾

Stay Slutty My Friends

#steve rogers #steve rogers x poc!reader #steve rogers x black!reader #steve rogers x daughter!reader #steve rogers x original female character #peter parker x black!reader #peter parker x black oc #peter parker

[peterparkussy]

discoveries

reader develops a sensitivity overnight and wonders what the cause could be.

peter parker x reader// warnings: lg, smut?

dark themes if you squint

You thought your ears had cleared. Everything was louder to you the creaking of the bed when you got up, the crunch your feet made when they step through the carpet, and when you locked the door the click it made was striking. Maybe years of trying to pop your ears and failing, overnight your hearing was just perfect. Only if things didn’t get worse. You were feeling everything not to mention when you inhaled it felt like your lungs were transparent the cool air soothing to the point where your nostrils felt raw- Ignoring your newfound hypersensitivity to seemingly everything you tried to proceed with your day but the blood rushing in your ears made you uneasy.

You were in the shower but you couldn’t continue being thrown off by a faint beeping, you tried to ignore it but it kept getting louder-clearer you felt the beeps echo throughout you, and the floor felt hollow. All you could focus on was the sound. You were in almost a trance now, you shut off the water and stepped out, probably hadn’t blinked once. You might have dried off before draping on your robe that hung behind the door. Pacing out of the bathroom you marched towards the noise. You stayed on a higher floor just about at the top of the compound, you weren't looking around; you were drawn to the beeping there was nothing you can do to stop it. Your body was in control. Down one floor you kept going, earning weird looks and questions you couldn’t process. On another floor, the beeps were closer but what could this noise be? a weapon, was the compound going to explode? Again? Your heart rate picked up, you felt a presence now close around but that faded away shortly from your focus or fear at your arrival on the final floor. You stomp into the kitchen to see a timer beeping faintly calming your nerves. Clicking the cool metal button you shut the device off, walking into the den to see Wanda taking a nap on the couch, you could hear her faint snores; you couldn’t hear that before a countless amount of times you’ve walked in on her sleeping. “Wands” you called out waking her she sat up slightly rubbing sleep off her eyes, “I think your stuff is done the alarm is beeping,” you say eyes wide. You were dripping from the shower, you definitely skipped drying off; your robe was barely tied your arms securing it tightly on one side of your body. “Oh thank you, my timer needs new batteries it’s so low I can barely hear it” she yawned and you nodded turning to walk away. “How did you hear it?” she asked when you were in the middle of the kitchen you paused breath catching in your throat How did you hear it? this shits been happening all day “I was outside the door” you lied. Wanda could usually tell when something was up, but she was still groggy so you hoped that’d be enough to keep her from questioning you further. Not giving her a chance to respond picking up your pace you bulked your way back upstairs. You hoped to be alone now to possibly evaluate what the hell could be happening to you, it was quiet and peaceful so you plopped into bed the springs louder than they had ever been as the vibrations of the noise died down you took a deep breath. And for the first time, your senses had failed you “So how did you hear that alarm?” you jumped when you heard Peter's voice from the corner of your room. He pressed against the door, came in, and locked it. Click* “I don’t know,” you said with a shrug and he started walking to your bed “Don’t lie to me” he looked at you knowingly but he couldn’t be further from the truth, really you were about to google what your symptoms are and hope for the best because the last thing you would do is take a trip down to medbay just to be escorted to Banner. “I’m not lying Pete, seriously” you leaned to open your laptop but he shut down before your screen could even illuminate “I have an idea of what could have happened” he leaned in closer. you tilted your head in confusion urging him to go on “You know what a good girl you are when you swallow for me? hmm” Your breath caught from his bluntness and praise and not to mention the diagnosis hinted. All you did was nod and he kept explaining “Well daddy’s cum is good for you and when you take your medicine you get nice and strong..” he trailed his calloused fingers from your shoulder down your arm grazing over your breasts and cupping your face. You looked up at him, doe eyes not being able to miss the bulge in his pants, his grey pants. Peter knew the effects his sperm had but he wasn’t certain if it would be this effective but something about giving you the ability, and the same ones at him makes him absolutely feral.

#peter parker #peter parker x y/n #tasm!peter x reader #tasm smut #nwh headcanons #avengers compound #wanda x reader #wanda fluff #peter parker smut #peter Parker fluff #tom holland #tom holland imagine #this is a joke #not #kinda hot #my baby petey #peter parker x poc!reader #peter parker x black!reader

[bananabread-nana]

INTRO: Enchantress!OC

SERIES INTRO

Victoria Cecilia Lyn or Lia for short

Implied POC

Parents: S.H.I.E.L.D’s top scientists [deceased]

In and out of the foster system her whole life, Lia’s only way out was her mind. She’s gifted, earning a full ride to Blackmore University wasn’t a shock nor was it hard.. The hard part was gambling her new life with her old.

SUIT

Nanotechnology

Similar to Black Panther’s suit

POWER

Mother experimented with the POWER STONE while pregnant

Similar to Wanda Maximoff

Can emit swords, knifes, chains and ropes

#ACQUAINTED SERIES #marvel mcu #marvel #mcu #peter parker #spiderman #ethan landry #jack champion #ethan landry x y/n #ethan landry angst #ethan landry fluff #marvel au #mcu au #spiderman au #peter parker angst #peter parker fluff #peter parker au #peter parker x oc #Peter Parker x poc #ethan landry x reader #peter parker x reader #spiderman x oc #spiderman x reader #spiderman angst #spiderman fluff #spiderman across the spiderverse

[wanderlustpeach]

MASTERLIST;

— a collection of stories written by yours truly ;)

[steve rogers masterpost]

→ one last kiss;

synopsis: in which Steve gives you one last kiss.

→ meant to be; pt 2

synopsis: Who said revenge wasn't sweet.

→ ghost of you;

synopsis: he was nothing be the ghost, a shell of a man he once was. it was a cruel joke. Steve was nothing but small fragments of the man she left behind.

[bucky barnes masterpost]

→ meant to be;

synopsis: some people are meant to be, some aren't. there's never in-between.

→ meant to be; part 2

synopsis: Who said revenge wasn't sweet.

[tony stark masterpost]

→ sugar baby;

synopsis: the team loved to label you, as the greedy sugar baby that's lived of the one and only Tony Stark’s pockets.

[wanda maximoff masterpost]

→ little red;

synopsis: shame. nothing but shame to be in love with a women how couldn't see you the same.

→ for love;

synopsis; she was your world, you were her girl.

[matt murdock masterpost]

→ not her;

synopsis: maybe it was for the better, to be left alone in a world which was never designed for you.

→ broken dreams;

synopsis: there always be a fine line between love and hate.

[frank castle masterpost]

→ i’m worth it;

synopsis: all you wanted was him, why was that so hard for frank to understand. What was it? was it the age difference or was it because he couldn’t see you nothing more then just a kid. compared to him.

[billy russo masterpost]

→ counting stars;

synopsis: who didn’t love older guys, you know you did. glady even if it came of the disapproval of your mother’s.

| masterlist |

[tasm! peter parker masterpost]

→ second best;

synopsis: being second best is something, you truly came accustomed to while dating peter parker.

#bucky barnes angst #bucky barns x reader #steve rogers angst #poc!reader #steve rogers x reader #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock angst #daredevil x reader #matt murdock x y/n #grant ward x reader #frank castle angst #frank castle x reader #tasm peter parker x you #tasm peter parker x reader #tony stark x you #tony stark series #tony stark x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #SoundCloud

[multiverseprincess]

gaslighter pt. 2

sorry for this, I'm getting the toxicity of my periods out of my system with these- THESE ARE NOT NORMAL BEHAVIOURS DO NOT ENABLE THEM.

tw: creepy men (not pete), overthinking, lots of it, stalking (pete), post-break up vibes and sadness, heartbreak, things left unsaid and angst galore.

peter realizes that maybe, just maybe a break up doesn't mean that he can't still know what you were upto. he thinks it's okay, okay to keep tabs on you through webslinging persona.

not only does he follow you silently through the streets of NYC, swinging, jumping rooftop to rooftop- he'd try to be there every night but he thinks (that's slightly pushing it) but he also, sometimes just fall asleep on the rooftop opposite to your building, listening in here and then- to check see what kinda day you'd had.

he's not moved on, not at the pace he's at- he thinks to himself that he's done, you were it and if he can't have you maybe he's just not meant for it, he's done playing god he thinks.

he hears it then, when he's followed you to a night out at a club with your friends, a guy chatting you up and asking you for your number- his heart is in his throat, he knows that it's not his place and the fact that he just gets to see you love your life no matter from how far away it is, is a merciful thing, but if you added someone else to that- it's a double edged sword he'd carry forever.

you allow him another mercy, you turn the guy down, gently, as if there's anything else you are- "I'm sorry, I'm not into dating right now", you'd let them down gently, wishing them a good night and a cheers.

peter smiles to himself and chuckles, 'cheers to you too lovely', he thought to himself. he thinks to how he'd get you in the first place-

you were working at a cafe he had dropped by randomly, he was tired and needed juice for his patrol and he barely looked at you, looking at the confectionery in the food display counter, the light from it falling on his face, it made him look ethereal to you and the fact that he didn't look up and was tired, made you feel for him.

as he ordered, still looking at the display, distracted and unfocused, rubbing his face w his left hand and apologizing for not being able to pronounce something right, he placed his order- "um, um- yeah, a decaf and that pah-mee-ay (palmiers)"

you cleared your throat and he was still nodding, digging through his jacket, when you clear your throat once more making him look up

and you held his gaze as you did something you would never do to a stranger, much less a customer- "so you want a decaf and a pal-meay (palmiers)?"

you said it your lip movements a little more pronounced, his gaze drops to them for a second, making you smirk and he nods, his cheeks heating up at being caught a second time by you.

he's not dettered though, age and experience have emboldened him- "yeah that's how you say that?"

"mm hm"

"yeah and how d'ya say your name?"

it's straightforward, he felt his heart in his throat but you didn't know it then- he just knew he'd be a fool to walk away without your name and your number and maybe a date.

he thought you were the prettiest person he'd seen in a while, well, atleast pretty to him- the kind of pretty that made his muscles feel like mush and his stomach fluttery. you made him want to try, and something told him you'd be worth everything and more.

and it stands true when you walk out of the club, for a breather and stand back to wall in the dingy alley behind the club. he moves closer to the edge of the roof at that, closer to your side, just as he did-

"hey dollface, where are ya peepin huh? night's still young" the guy comes in out, the vibes are making his Spidey senses tingle.

"just getting a breather", you replied with a polite smile

peter was on high alert, his senses were going off

"yeah your mind changed on the number yet?"

"yeah still not ready, thanks"

"that's a pity hunny, could've been going home with me tonight ya' know- have some fun, maybe a lot?", the guy moves from the wall opposite to you, getting closer as they replied, their right hand is put next to your face and before his put his left one too-

two things happened- you kneed him where the sun didn't shine and elbowed his chest, while spiderman webbed his mouth shut and pulled him up, much to your surprise and amusement

"My turn!", spiderman said, sweeping him off his legs- he webs the guy upside down from the roof, while you step inside to alert the creepy guys friends that they should get him, and if they like their bodies the way they are- away from the club to never return.

as you are about to step out again, bidding goodbye to your friends with plans of how and when everyone's getting home checked and verified- you see spiderman waiting next to the clubs doors.

you smile at him and start walking home, him falling in step next to you

"salutations mister spiderman", you sassed, wanting to keep whatever this was breezy, you were 6 drinks down and it was not the week to end with a bad trip.

"hey lovely", he chuckled, his boyish voice immediately activating that numb part of your heart, spurring it to life and now it aches, yeah- you weren't ready to see him again. no matter what mask he put on.

"I can walk myself home you know?, I'm okay I've got a fully charged phone too" you wanted him gone, you were afraid if he acted casual you'd actually say or do things you'd regret and it's not good street cred to be yelling at spiderman- ask JJ.

"It would make me feel better to walk you home tonight, please let me- you don't have to, trust me, you don't have to do shit for me, but if you can, please let me do this" for me more than for you he wants to add, but the way you stop walking and turn to look at him, something tells him you get it. he only hopes that you don't say no now, he'd not push if you did though- that's not what May raised him to be.

you fold your hands ask you reply-

"yeah and you're gonna go back to rooftop stalking after that?"

his blood goes cold for a minute and he wants to bury himself alive.

"y-you knew?", wow no defence at all, pete, wow.

"Spidey you aren't very sneaky, not to me, must be losing your touch", you tsk'd walking away frim him as he stood still, you swayed your hips a little more, you knew he liked to watch you- you never stopped him, wouldn't either. if there was one guy you wanted watching you it was him, just his eyes.

he snaps into motion as you turn a block and jobs to catch up- "you knew? you're not mad? annoyed? creeped out?"

"I'm not mad or annoyed, I saw you the first day after the break up and I know you've got sini-

he clears his throat and you look at him in surprise, oh yes, inside voice

"um, bad guys, so yeah, I know you're just looking out, I'm not mad or creeped out, you're just annoying w how hard you try to not be noticed by me" I'd notice you in a crowd, pete- you want to add.

peter nods, he wants to add- yeah and I missed you, I wanted you to be safe and I want to see you be safe, I miss you, will you take me back, ever?

he wants to say so much and he watches you look at him expectantly, he wants to have it out, take you to your place, maybe come in and God just sleep, hold you, kiss you a little or maybe more and just sleep dreamlessly in your arms but it feels like a luxury he can't afford and doesn't deserve.

so he just nods, nods and says- "I'm gonna walk you home and go back to patrol, stay on alert, yeah?"

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[c-nstantine]

Chaperones

Description: All Y/N Wilson wants is to go on a date with Peter Parker, her uncle diagrees

Warnings: None, fluff

Word Count: 0.8k

Y/N was one of the few people who could stand to change Sam's mind about something. Her current goal was to convince him to let her go on a date with Peter Parker, her crush. Peter was a complete sweetheart about the entire situation and even gave Y/N flowers which Sam threw in the garbage.

"You're not going on a date with that boy," Sam said with his arms crossed. He was doing his best to remain stern but his niece always knew how to tug at his heartstrings.

"Why not?" Y/N asked pouting a little. Bucky looked between the niece and uncle duo feeling slightly glad about not having any relatives. All he wanted was to get lunch, but somehow he ended up in their crosshairs.

"Because I don't like him," Sam mocked Y/N's tone as she glared at him.

Y/N was only in New York for the summer, and she was determined to go on a date while she was there. She could not keep her mind off of Peter since she bumped into him at the Avenger's Compound, but ever since then, Sam had been watching her every move.

"What if Bucky chaperoned?" Y/N asked, and Bucky looked up with wide eyes. He clearly had two options here. He could help the girl he had grown to see as a little sister, or he could stand with the man who had become his closest friend.

"Good luck getting Bucky to agree to that," Sam spoke with confidence. He hadn't managed to get Bucky to do anything for him in the entire time that he'd known Bucky.

"If you do it, I'll put in a good word with Sarah, "Y/N offered while looking at Bucky. She was sitting at the edge of her seat with wide eyes.

"Deal," Bucky said with no hesitation. For a moment, he almost felt bad about betraying Sam, but it was worth it in the end. Y/N kissed Bucky's cheek as she stepped away from their table to call Peter. Her curly puffs bounced with the pep in her step.

"Buck!" Sam exclaimed while hitting Bucky's vibranium arm. Bucky snorted as he watched Sam grab his hand in pain.

"Oh, I would've done it for free," Bucky took a sip of his coffee and watched Y/N talk on the phone with glee.

"To make her happy, or to see me annoyed?" Sam asked as he looked at Bucky. Bucky's lips curled upwards but he did not answer the question.

-

"Hi, Peter," Y/N said with a dopey smile. She wore a sweater and jeans. It took her forever to pick one outfit because she wanted Peter to like her.

"Hi, Y/N," Peter responded with a shy smile. He handed her a small bouquet of flowers that was primarily made up of daisies.

"I'm sorry about the super soldier following us around," Y/N apologized as the duo began to walk around Central Park. Bucky and Y/N agreed that he would linger about forty feet back to give them the illusion of privacy.

"Eh, it's fine. It kinda makes me feel important," Peter joked as he scratched the back of his neck.

"My uncle is a little overprotective," Y/N stated the understatement of the year. Sam just wanted Y/N to be safe and his definition of sage did not include Peter Parker.

"I get why he's worried. You're very beautiful and this is your first time in the city," Peter was one of the few people that actually knew all of the dangers that lurk in New York. He would hate to see something happen

"You think I'm beautiful?" Y/N tucked a single faux loc behind her ear and smiled.

"I think you're stunning. Not just in a physical way, you're really smart. Not that you can't be smart and pretty because you ar-" Peter rambled on and Y/N couldn't help but chuckle at his antics.

"I think you're pretty too," Y/N admitted as she stared at the boy next to her. His face turned bright red and his eyes widened.

"Oh, I'm gonna pass out now," The blush from the compliment crept down his neck and Peter was dying on the inside. He just got complimented by the girl of his dreams.

"Please don't," Y/N giggled as she watched Peter take deep breaths. Y/N was sure that the boy needed a church fan to keep him from passing out in the middle of Central Park.

"Okay," Peter was forever willing to do whatever a beautiful girl told him to do. He looked at her like the entire world was in her eyes and it was he was determined to make this the best date ever.

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[pogueswrld]

✧･ﾟ: * two worlds apart *:ﾟ･✧

pairing: peter parker x Muslim!fem!reader summary: peter seems to grow a liking to the pretty girl in a hijab working in the bookstore down the road from the daily bugle, but he's too shy to make a move. now they're both stuck on a few-hours train, it won't get better than this. warnings: none, just an absolutely simped peter and an equally whipped reader, teeth-rotting fluff, sharing headphones, super halal! &lt;3 this is written with gender-neutral pronouns but the reader is fem presenting which means they're wearing a hijab! note: hello hello, this is 100% based on one picture I saw on Pinterest of a guy and a girl sharing headphones on the subway and it got me thinking of them <3333 enjoy!!

It was getting dark. The clock is ticking to four p.m. and y/n was growing worried that they might not make it home on time. The subway TVs keep announcing delayed trains and they're wondering if they should've called their brother to come and pick them up from the bookstore.

They'd say this week has ended on a good tone, from the good sales they've made and the tips they've received, and that pretty cute guy in the navy-blue jacket with a thin hood... yeah, it's been a great week.

If they're being honest, y/n is in no rush to get home. They're in a good mood, and that will be crushed the second they step foot through the threshold of their home, so every second spent standing on this platform was cherished.

Until the speakers went off announcing the arrival of the train leading to their destination. With a sigh, y/n stashed their hands in their puff coat's pockets and stepped towards the lines on the floor that indicated the location of the automatic sliding doors.

Meanwhile, a brunette boy with glasses was skipping the stairs to make it to the platform, trying his best to catch the next train out so he won't be any later than he already was.

He promised his aunt he'd make it on the clock this time, and yet there he was, fixing up his wrinkled tie and straightening out his unpressed suit jacket. He was a mess, he knew it, and the familiar person next to him knew it too.

He had to do a double take because this is so not how he wanted to be seen by his crush, but when he did, and their features remained the same, he went red in the face. The tips of his ears fired up and the heat traveled down to his necklace-adorned neck.

He wanted to disappear.

But they were here, the single person he's been thinking about non-stop for the past two months. The only reason he was falling back into his reading habits, the only cause he'd think about while reading romance, the single person he'd dream of when annotating said romance books.

And they... y/n's process march halted the moment Peter stepped onto the train. It was like every rational thought had evaporated and was replaced with endless screeching. Their eyes widened and they zapped their gaze to the ground, a hand slapped their mouth in shock.

He was a well-put-together mess. y/n kept sneaking half glances at him to see the way the black suit complemented his figure so well, the way it stuck to him, and how unironed it was.

They almost felt bad, but the next glance cast to his face only to see it beet red erased that thought.

For a split moment, y/n thought he had noticed them staring and felt embarrassed either by his look or by being stared at, so it was their turn to blush.

The two of them spent a good, stretched-out, awkward ten minutes staring ahead with heated cheeks and awkward stances before Peter cleared his throat.

He's been trying so hard for the past three weeks to gain this person's attention, and so far has only succeeded in spending too much money on romance books recommended by them and a simple "have a great day" while leaving the store, and every time he'd face-palm.

But this, this is the perfect opportunity to talk to them, get to know them, maybe even give them his number-

"I've seen you before, haven't I?"

And they're the ones to break the silence, staring at him with hesitant eyes and pressed lips, Peter realizes half a minute later that he's just been staring open-mouthed at them. He immediately shuts his mouth and hums a tight-lipped "mhmm", not moving his eyes away from them.

Their lips stretch into a simple smile, and they nod, "I knew it, you looked familiar. Did you come by the bookstore-"

"Off 39th and Second Avenue? yeah," He laughs, a sound so gentle and sweet it makes y/n sigh in disbelief. "Visited twice this past week alone."

They clap, their almost fake enthusiasm replaced with genuine excitement, "I knew it! I've seen you around a lot. You always get romance books."

Peter chuckles, almost feeling like he's been caught. He bows his head with a shy smile and nods, "And you always recommended the best ones."

y/n blushed, smiled, and waved it off, "You can obviously tell I daydream a lot." they laughed, and peter chuckled along with them. "Oh don't worry, I've been doing my fair share of daydreaming lately too."

The underlying message didn't go unnoticed by y/n, in fact, they paused and stared at him for further explanation, but Peter stuttered and mumbled his words that they both ended up just laughing it off.

y/n recognizes how risky what they were doing was, talking to a boy, a complete stranger, on the train going home. It sounded like every Arab kid's dream and nightmare wrapped in one. But they were risky, that's what they do. They were never ones to go along with the rules, never ones to follow tradition, but it wasn't like they were kissing or touching, right? It could be worse, but it's not.

The silence that followed was comfortable, and Peter got brave enough to ask for their number, but y/n apologetically turned him down, "Can't give you that, sorry. It's personal."

He didn't argue, only nodded in understanding and assured them that it was alright. For a moment, when they had started to feel bad and give him some sort of media to contact them on, Peter held out one of his wired earphones for them to wear.

y/n glanced between the earpiece and him with furrowed brows, but they took it nonetheless. Peter put the one in his hand in and gestured for them to do the same. y/n gently pushed the earpiece through the front of their hijab and into their ear before making sure it was secure in place. Peter held up a thumbs-up and they reciprocated it, then he pressed play, and "talk" by Hozier began to play.

y/n can confidently say that must've been their best and most enjoyed train ride ever, and they'd definitely be seeing the pretty boy with a head full of fluffy brunette strands again.

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