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lasunsettia · 10 months

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para ti papá | miguel o'hara

miguel o'hara & g/n reader (platonic but there's love in everything amirite)

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miguel hates wasting time. you hate seeing people pretend to act tough. miscommunication, trauma bonding, and a movie night(?) ensue.

this will be a two parter, so enjoy the first bit of (belated) father's day hurt/comfort... aka the hurt

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“hey! you took all the frosting!”

“you did smush the cupcake on my nose, cariño.”

swipe.

“dad, what’s a hickey? and why does uncle gabriel say you have to keep covering them up?”

“… i’ll tell you when you’re older.”

swipe.

“if spider-man can stay up past 10 pm, why can’t i?”

“mija, he’s way older and has a whole nueva york to defend. you still need me to tie your shoes. and you call pigeons street chickens.”

“okay i’m returning your father’s day gift.”

“wait what-”

swipe.

“i love you dad. even if you stink sometimes.”

“hey now, i don’t smell that bad.”

“you sure?”

“… pass. but… i love you too.”

finishing with loud giggles, the final video ends. silence gradually fills the room, the echoes of long-lost laughter fading out. the thrum of miguel’s workstation shifts into white noise.

a fragment of the life miguel had with his daughter, gabriella, lingers on the expanded screen in front of him. the gabi on the screen stays stuck in miguel’s lap, trapped by his arms as he leans down to tickle her. a mischievous grin flashes on that miguel’s face.

but as the screen and that reality flickers away, miguel shuts his eyes. he hangs his head low, letting out a deep sigh. jessica and peter and the others have asked him countless times why he keeps doing this. going over memories of a life that was never his to begin with.

over. and over. and over.

it’s equal parts selfish and self-denying. that world may not have been his. but he still mourns what bits of it he could experience. the joy. the love and safety he could provide. having a genuine reason to smile….

at the same time, he resents himself for the lives he’s destroyed. a whole dimension, gone. all because of his blind longing.

he’s lost too much, inflicted too much pain and destruction, to not remind himself of what he’s fighting for. what the whole spider society is trying to achieve.

“earth to miguel. reality check coming in.”

miguel glances to the side as lyla appears above him, glitching between sitting with her legs crossed and standing with her hands on her hips. he furrows his brow at her sly expression. the heels of his palms dig even deeper into the workstation desk.

“yeah yeah, i’m listening,” miguel exhales. he leans back, swiping away a lingering hologram screen and looking across the surveillance setup. “is there something i should be seeing or…?”

lyla reappears beside the screens. “well, there’s an anomaly on earth-2444. some goons from spider-man noir’s world got sucked up during a botched bank heist.” the surveillance screens flash images and video clips of said anomalies breaking into a banquet hall, holding some attendees hostage and engaging in a standoff with security and police. “made a dinner party a heck of a lot more interesting, buuut technically those people may still be in danger.”

miguel raises an eyebrow. “and noir’s not handling the case himself… why?” the cynical, black and white-dressed vigilante usually loved any excuse to hand troublemakers’ asses to them. especially those from his dimension. it seemed weird to miguel that noir wasn't eagerly rushing to save the day.

“he’s on an in-world crime bust.” lyla points to one of the screens. a brief montage of noir in a standoff flashes and quickly slows to a still photo.

“okay, then alert the local spider-man. this is a one, maybe two-person job. they can handle it and ask for someone on standby if need be.”

“they’re also busy.”

"well then we’ll send someone else.”

miguel grows more irritated by the moment. why is lyla making this more difficult than it has to be?

“there’s no one else to send, miguel.” the videos on the surveillance screens freeze, highlighting the ongoing dimensional deviation that needs addressing.

“en serio, lyla, you’re telling me there’s no one we can dispatch for this?”

“no, miguel.” lyla’s blunt, almost annoyed-sounding response claps back at miguel’s exasperation. she counts off on her fingers as she continues, growing to a human size in front of him. “everyone else we have is sick, on patrol, or on break for today.”

except you.

lyla doesn’t say it, but miguel can feel it in her tone.

he swallows a groan, resting his hands on his hips. it’s a simple job, really. take down a few anomalies. send them back home or toss them in a laser cage overnight. and then get back to trying not to burst a damn blood vessel over preserving the delicate balance of the multiverse.

still, there’s something that tugs him back a bit. makes his body more sore than usual, even though he took his last injection a few days ago. something calls for him to stay put. review the surveillance footage to see if there’s something bigger he can tackle.

or if there’s another video of gabi he can not so subtly revisit and ease his lingering emotional ache with.

“lyla….” miguel cringes a bit at how tired his voice sounds. “i–”

“hold up boss. i got some new info.”

lyla interrupts miguel with a status update. two of the surveillance screens depict a spider on the move, another screen flashing their background notes and mission statistics. “we got a familiar face on the way, but from the looks of things, they may need an assist…”

the meaning behind lyla’s words hits miguel almost immediately. that unmistakable get up and the record of their recent mistakes and mishaps catches his attention.

and so does a roster of the stupid nicknames this spider has referred to miguel by for the last year. lyla’s been keeping a secret record, apparently.

ese pinche pendejo.

the irritation radiates tenfold off miguel as he presses a button on the workstation, initiating its descent. he impatiently taps at his watch while the workstation takes its time. regardless of how shitty he feels today, he’s not going to let this dumbass screw up handling some small antagonists yet again.

“patch me through to them,” miguel demands. “now.”

lyla sighs, glitching to miguel’s shoulder in miniature form. “thought you might say that,” she deadpans.

miguel turns, jumping down the remaining distance between the platform and the floor. he can’t waste any time. he doesn’t want to.

he presses the big yellow dot representing earth-2444 on the watch interface. a burst of blue-hued rays illuminate the entryway to the room before forming the glowing, golden hexagonal portal entrance.

“well, they’re not answering but they know you’re on the way,” lyla reports, appearing next to the portal and giving a mini salute.

miguel mutters under his breath, summoning his mask over his head. taking a deep breath, he steps into the shimmering portal, ready to confront the nuisances awaiting him in earth-2444.

and to knock some damn sense into the idiot that hopefully doesn’t screw things up in the next few minutes.

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“OW! FUCK ME!”

the baking sheet drops with a loud thud from your hand onto the tiny stove. red hot heat and pain flashes across your fingertips. cursing under your breath, you shake your gloved hand, blowing on it in hopes the pain will quickly subside.

whichever spider person gave you the tip for making your suit gloves heat resistant was a damn liar. they’d be hearing your angry complaints later. for now, you nudge the oven closed with your hip and peek over at the empanadas scattered on the baking sheet. the pastries don’t look half bad, gleaming a nice shade of brown. at the very least, the kitchen air smells absolutely heavenly. hints of savory spices, herbs, and the fillings… it's blissful.

hopefully they’re enough for miguel to forgive my ass, you wish internally. deception and some white lies aren’t exactly your favorite tactics to use. but when it comes to making headstrong leaders slash close-ish friends confront their suppressed emotional turmoil, you decide it’ll do the job.

it’s your way of offering that stoic tight ass some support. you’ve known miguel for a little over a year, and you two weren’t super close friends. sometimes he acted more like he wanted to punch you in the jaw than chat with you about your lives or an upcoming mission. but you ended up crossing paths more often than coworkers who tolerate each other generally do. and the way you both gradually got in the habit of calling each other first for an assist signaled some level of trust. even if you were the one to call on him a little more.

after jessica and peter, you were first in line for lyla to contact when miguel needed to strategize. or pull his head out of his ass. or, in rare moments, have someone to talk to and be a normal person. especially after a particularly rough day.

it was during the rare moments of guard-down vulnerability that you caught glimpses of the little things miguel o'hara usually kept under heavy wraps. like his love for homemade food. how he's somehow only seen a grand total of fifty something movies in his lifetime. and the soul-crushing inner turmoil he held onto on a day like father’s day.

which was today. and without a doubt, you knew miguel would try to act tough and soldier on like it was another boring sunday unless someone did something about it.

you double check that the oven’s turned off before moving to grab a cool drink from the fridge. a variety of sodas, teas, and water with brands parodying those of your world greet you. along with some other basic groceries. you make a mental note to thank the spider of earth-2444 for their generosity.

any other thoughts or drink selection is quickly interrupted by a rapidly growing thrumming sound. you notice too late that the sound isn’t coming from the oven or the refrigerator. a loud banging and crashing emerges from down the hallway.

shit… is that–?

the string of growls and curses in spanish coming from the bathroom answers your question. to your mental checklist, you add any toiletry replacements and bathroom repairs miguel might be wracking up.

“mierda, lyla, where the hell did you send me?”

the muffled yell springs you into action. blindly grabbing a pair of drinks from the fridge - one for you and miguel each - you attempt to cool off your hand while speeding over to the couch. the fridge shuts with a click as you sit down and swipe the remote off the tiny table in front of you. the tv’s loud chimes while turning on send your heartbeat shooting up even faster.

“shut up shut up shut up,” you command under your breath. this whole encounter is feeling less like revealing a surprise and more like awaiting your imminent chewing out on behalf of miguel o’hara. speaking of…

the bathroom door bangs open down the hall. an exasperated snarl spills out of miguel’s mouth, his heavy footsteps thudding against the tiny apartment’s hardwood floors. you nervously shuffle through the viewing options on the tv, finding just the one you had in mind and clicking it right before the footsteps slow.

miguel blinks behind his mask. disbelief fills him for a moment, quickly overshadowed by a cloud of anger. here he is, transported into some random, dimly lit apartment rather than the grand, glowing banquet hall currently under threat. he’d just ripped a tangle of shower curtains out of determination to get out sooner. all for the signs to continue to point to lyla having directed him to the wrong place.

or so he thinks. until he sees the very spider person he’d come to make sure wasn’t making the hostage situation worse. kicking back here. watching some fucking movie.

he calls out your name in a lowered, explanation-demanding voice. “what the hell is this?”

the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. it’s obvious from his tone that he’s beyond pissed. still, maybe a little charm can stun him.

you place the drinks on the table and turn towards miguel, resting an arm on the back of the couch. “it’s a movie night, mig,” you reply casually, nodding back towards the tv. “was waiting for you to show up.”

the eyes of miguel's mask narrow as he takes in the scene, his anger simmering beneath the surface. he had expected to find a high-stakes hostage situation. not a seemingly relaxed movie night in progress.

"we've got a serious situation on our hands, and you're here watching… whatever that is?"

you can practically breathe in the tension in the air. “it’s the godfather,” you start in defense, pulling yourself off the couch and slowly walking towards him. “and i already took care of it.” you mirror miguel’s signature hands on hips intimidation pose, stopping just a small distance in front of him.

“oh, really ?” his voice drips with bitter sarcasm. “you single-handedly saved the day while i was tearing shower curtains? without revealing your face to bystanders? or letting the anomalies almost slip into a whole other universe?”

he’s mocking you now. dragging your failures out to try to put you in your place. but little does he know those screw ups don’t phase you like they normally would.

they were intentional, after all. just bait to lure him in, right here, right now.

tugging your mask off, you meet miguel's gaze with unwavering confidence. "and i made it back here in less than 10 minutes,” you respond. “everyone’s got off days, gorgeous. but i really did handle it this time. you can trust me."

miguel scoffs. “you said the same thing about the prowler from earth-4269. then he broke out of his cage and almost tore a hole through your stomach.”

“ugh, don’t remind me,” you shudder. “hobie still hasn’t let me live that one down. or stopped trying to convince me to get a belly button piercing.”

the mix of skepticism and frustration in miguel’s stare doesn’t waver at your joke. instead, a moment of silence save for the tv in the background falls between the two of you.

“lyla.” miguel finally breaks the lull, turning his attention to the ai assistant appearing beside him. lyla offers a little wave, waiting for instructions. “show me what happened,” he demands.

“sure thing,” lyla chirps, immediately projecting a holographic display in front of miguel.

the room fills with a projected recap of your earlier crime-fighting events. your swift and agile movements as you expertly wrangled the anomalies. tossing and tugging them away from hitting, shooting, or otherwise harming the hostages. the attendees expressing their gratitude as you kicked the bad guys into a portal home.

and the unceremonious ending where security and the police chased after you and you swung back here to hide away and breathe. lyla had made sure to cut out all the surprise-related details. including the part where you almost fucked up the empanada recipe with a shit ton of sugar instead of salt.

“what’d i tell you?” you chime in, crossing your arms as the recap ends. “had to make sure there were no distractions for ou- i mean my. my godfather watch party.”

the skepticism seems to have mostly faded from miguel’s masked expression, replaced by agitation. leaning to the side slightly, you release a web towards the kitchen. you grin as you successfully capture and pull back an empanada. “made some snacks too. wanna try one, sweeth– ah shit, it’s still hot.”

lyla chuckles while you juggle the empanada between your hands. miguel, on the other hand, remains unamused.

“if you already covered everything, why didn’t you report that back to lyla?” miguel questions.

you stiffen, gripping the slightly cooler empanada in between your gloves. “well, about that…" you start to say, easing him into your ulterior motives.

“and how didn’t you pick up on the fact that the coast was already clear, hmm?” miguel interjects. his sharp gaze shifts to lyla hovering above his shoulder. he senses that something isn't adding up, and his instincts are honing in on the bluff.

lyla shrugs. “even gorgeous ai assistants make mistakes sometimes,” she responds nonchalantly. “besides, spidey here didn’t pick up, so i was going off what information i had at the time.”

miguel lets out a dry laugh. mentirosos. los dos. his mask disappears to reveal his piercing red eyes fixed on you. his tongue darts out to lick a particularly sharp canine, intensifying his glare. his expression demands answers.

"so, screwing up missions wasn't good enough for you, was it?" he accuses, his arms crossed. "you just had to move on to wasting my time with non-existent ones."

you can't help but snort at the accusation. "maybe i just really like your attention and oh so friendly company," you remark mockingly, taking a deliberate bite of your empanada.

miguel's eyebrow quirks in confusion and ever-growing irritation. with a mischievous glint in your eyes, you continue, "or maybe, just maybe, i had something else planned the whole time."

the atmosphere in the room crackles with frustration and impatience as miguel’s eyes narrow. he tries to unravel the truth behind your actions. "wanna tell me?" his tone orders you more than asks.

you meet his intense stare head-on, a teasing smirk playing on your lips. "well, miguel, let's just say i wanted to test how you handle unexpected situations. we need to be prepared for anything, right?"

miguel's eyebrows furrow. "wh- testing me?” he shakes his head, baffled by your audacity. “por dios, is this some kind of game to you?"

you take another bite of the empanada, relishing in the flavorful distraction. "kinda,” you answer casually. “and you weren’t gonna take some time off today anyway so… i had to take matters into my own hands."

miguel looks seconds away from either throwing you against the wall or ripping the empanada from your hands. well, at least it gives a sense of how he might respond to what comes next.

“lyla, you can do the thing now,” you say before finishing your snack.

before miguel can ask what thing you’re talking about, a whirring sound comes from his wrist. a series of flashes and glitches flicker across the watch face. his eyes widen in confusion at the display. “what…” he murmurs, tapping at the screen lightly to try to see what’s going on. but his touch only worsens the glitching. he grits his teeth, pressing the seemingly-malfunctioning watch in aggravation.

“don’t worry,” you interject calmly. your reassurance earns you a frustrated glare. “the thing’s not broken… it’s just on–”

“lockdown.” lyla’s voice interrupts from miguel’s and your watches simultaneously. the ai is out of sight and at limited capacity for now, according to your carefully-planned programming. “the affected watches are under multiverse jump restriction for three hours. operation 'reel healing' is underway. happy movie watching, cuties….”

both watches’ screens fade to black, only to be replaced by the word "lockdown" in red and a countdown timer starting to tick away the three hours.

peter and jessica had warned you miguel might not respond well to this. a forced but well-intended work break, meant to give him some time off from stressing over the multiverse…. and to maybe get him to stop beating himself up over his tragic inter-dimensional mistake for one night.

are you interfering with spider society work? sure. will miguel hate your guts for a while? no doubt about it. but you just wanted to be a good friend. and good friends don’t let their friends sulk in their dark lair alone on father’s day.

you’re snapped out of your thoughts when miguel’s frustration finally erupts. without warning, miguel snatches you by the shoulders, claws tearing at your suit as he slams you against the wall. the impact against the wall jolts through your body, causing you to wince in pain.

"is this about the 'reel healing' nickname?" you try to joke through a winded gasp. "because peter and gwen were the ones who-"

miguel's grip on your shoulders tightens. all words clear from your mind, your survival mode subconsciously triggered. his voice is strained as he leans in close, shutting down your attempt to diffuse the situation.

"do you have any idea how this little stunt could backfire?" a clear concern lies in his words, but his rage at your actions seems a lot more obvious. his direct eye contact could burn holes into your head.

some regret gnaws at you, but your stubbornness wins out. “i'm pretty sure it won’t,” you retort. adrenaline courses through your veins.

miguel growls. his canines seem even sharper now that they’re right within bite-your-face-off distance. “we have a job to do–”

“and we’ll get back to it later,” you cut him off, trying not to groan at how miguel’s claws threaten to draw blood. “in case you haven’t noticed, we’re stuck here . we either gotta wait for something to happen or chill the fuck out. and even if hq has something come up, i got some people covering for us.”

the grip on your shoulders loosens ever so slightly. miguel’s glare demands answers.

“there’s a bypass,” you continue, “if things actually do go south. immediate contacts that will override the lockdown. but i got a roster of people on patrol and their backups.” gently placing your hands around miguel’s wrist, you finish. “and jess and peter are in charge while we’re gone. so maybe… lighten up a bit?”

for a brief moment, a quiet only broken by the movie in the background hangs heavy in the room. miguel releases his grip, shaking off your hold on his wrists and stepping back from the wall. his anger shifts to a mix of emotions.

inside his mind, miguel screams at you. lighten up, my ass. you dragged me out here for some… movie? intervention? god, what the fuck is this?

a glimmer of belief and hurt flickers in his still sharp gaze. he can barely look at you, staring anywhere but your face. regret starts to seep back into your thoughts. taking control from the control freak like this was beyond a bad idea. it was a violation of trust. regardless of how much progress you’d made with picking past miguel’s tough guy exterior, his open wounds were off limits.

miguel opens his mouth, and you brace yourself for the incoming insults and backlash. but for whatever reason, nothing comes out. miguel just shakes his head, muttering under his breath and pinching the bridge of his nose.

your hands fall limply to your side. slight fatigue aches in your muscles. today’s mission and orchestrating everything to make this little get together possible is taking its physical and mental toll.

looking towards the screen, you observe a wedding day scene playing out—a rare, relatively blood-free moment in the godfather. although you haven't watched the movie – at least, not recently – your intuition tells you that this is one of the few upbeat scenes. it seems like the perfect opportunity to sit down and immerse yourself in the movie.

from the corner of your eye, you notice that miguel's attention is also drawn to the tv, his expression still clouded with an emotional storm.

"you… wanna sit down?" you suggest cautiously. "enjoy some empanadas and ruthless mafia violence? maybe talk about our days…?"

miguel looks back at you, his frown deepening at the sight of your small, nervous smile. the unspoken turmoil within him seems to wrestle with the idea.

but he chooses to pull away. put up barriers. he lets out a heavy sigh before turning away from you, retracing his steps down the hallway he came from. the distance between you widens in more than just the physical sense.

fatigue weighs even heavier on your shoulders, both physically and emotionally. it squashes your desire to go after him, to admit you stepped way out of line. yet, deep down, you wish he would stay. just to make the apartment feel less stifling than it’s growing to be.

"mig… wait," you call out weakly, the ache in your chest and body mirroring the ache in your voice.

the sound of your voice hangs in the air. miguel ignores it, opening the bathroom door and quickly slipping inside. the door swings shut with a loud click. miguel seals himself away from you and any chance of immediate resolution.

a suffocating sense of disappointment settles over you. how could you have been so stupid?

with a heavy sigh, you make your way towards the couch. the sounds of the movie and the scent of empanadas fill the air, but they fail to mask the pain and loneliness that lingers.

miguel’s left you with the weight of your actions.

and according to your watch, you have two hours, fifty-six minutes, and thirteen seconds to review just how foolish and self-centered you were to think making miguel o'hara watch a movie with you would make his father’s day any less shitty.

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jell0buss-37 · 10 months

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Why not? (Peter B. Parker x reader) pt. 4

He is so broken. I just know I can fix him.

THIS. HOLY SHIT. Okay, so this is just oozing with honey sweet fluff.

Warnings: slight angst of insecurity, a steamy kiss, my heart was racing while writing this

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

You've known. You knew the first time you felt his lips gloss over your own. You tasted his musk on your tongue, a hint of something sweet to accompany it.

He wasn't one to easily accept help. He hated asking for it up front. You knew he can't act worth shit, and you knew when he was lying. You knew when he was uncomfortable, and when he was at complete peace. And you were scared, because it had been a month now. And you didn't know where he was and if he was okay.

You sit in your living room, the rain outside a constant downpour. A glass of wine in your hands, you sit in the dark, a single candle that reminds you of him sitting on your coffee table, as you go through the various article clippings, all written by him. You always would collect the first copy of anything with his work, carefully cutting them out and placing them in a box that you keep under your bed. You wore a hoodie he had left, the smell still almost fresh. So you knew he wasn't dead or anything. Thankfully, you still at least knew that much.

You knew it was him every time you shared a passionate moment with his spider clad self. And you knew it gave him confidence whenever he wore that suit. He was an insecure man, his pride too big to let himself admit that fact. And you would take what you could get.

After the first kiss, it wasn't until about two months later you'd share another. Peter had been distant, not like he was shutting you out, that would break him. But you noticed that there was an obvious line he was entirely too scared shitless to cross.

He'd avoid touch in general, and he never knew how much he'd actually been craving it from you, as you with him. You weren't exactly sure what was going on, but you knew to be patient with him.

At the time, it was really only just a sneaking suspicion that he was the vigilante hero. In fact, it seemed that Peter wasn't the only one avoiding you. You'd be there occasionally whenever there was some sort of crime to be stopped, and see him there. You'd hope to talk to him, about the kiss you had shared with him. And yet he'd disappear before you even got the chance to even try.

You were walking home from work that night, feeling your patience seriously start to tax. Peter had usually walked you home on later nights, but he once again had cancelled on you. You understood that he has his own affairs to handle, his own life and whatnot. But dammit, if it didn't hurt to be rejected whenever you'd ask him to do something he'd usually be more than up for doing. You started getting seriously irritated with him, coming up with a plan to confront him the next day to be honest. That is until you were suddenly knock to the ground in an alley. "Alrighty toots, you can make this easy for yourself if you just don't squirm-" before he could even finish, he'd been webbed to a wall across from you, his mouth webbed shut as well. You looked up to find your hero, his red suit a blur as he drops down before you, wordlessly helping you up and handing you your things.

Before he can swing off again, you already had a firm grasp on his hand. "WAIT- uh, just h-hold on a sec. Please." You plead with him he stops whipping around to look you in the eye. He was tall, an air of confidence about him. It was intimidating, and so… magnetic. Attractive. Your words dying on your tongue as your own confidence slips away, suddenly shy.

"Uh… I-I just. Um. Can I get maybe a lift home?" Your ears are flushed in embarrassment, beyond flustered. Now he definitely wasn't gonna talk to you ever again. And yet, he laughs. Laughs. His shoulders relax immediately. The knot in your stomach loosening at the sound, so comforting and familiar.

"Alright, fine. Hold on tight, pretty girl." He teases, wrapping an arm around you. You wrap your arms around his neck, pressing your cheek to his own, feeling even hotter than before somehow. You feel the wind whipping around you, stinging your warm cheeks, your heart in your throat from the sudden weightless around you. You squeeze your eyes shut, too scared to look down, until you feel you guys at a standstill. Just hanging there.

"Open those pretty eyes, honey." He whispers into your ear, his warm breath fanning over your ears and neck, which blossomed in a deep red now. You listen to him, opening one eye slowly, then the other as they're blown wide from the view.

It looked like you guys were hanging from the roof of another building, and when you look down, your stomach drops as well. You hadn't expected to be so high up. You bury your face into the crook of his neck, tightening your hold on him, and he laughs, also wrapping his arm around you tighter, ensuring you felt safe. He's quick to swing you to the roof of your apartment building, landing safely. And yet, neither of you move to leave eachothers arms.

You breathe in his scent, the smell of warmth and familiarity dripping from his musk. You stare up into his eyes on his mask, as he does you. "Why… did you kiss me?" You breathe out. He huffs out another chuckle, warming your heart. "Couldn't help myself." "Do you do that a lot?" You question. "What, kiss the girls I save? No. Your the first." He says, and you can hear the smile in his voice. "No, I meant do you always know where everyone lived?" You tease back. It's his turn to be flustered, as he scrambles for an excuse. "I-I, well… I just ha-had that uh, intuition! Hah, something like that- woah, whatcha doing there?" He moves his face away from you, as well as his body, his hands on your wrists, which where on the edges of his mask to lift the bottom.

"Relax, I won't take it off entirely. I just wanna see something…" You chide. He's hesitant, pondering what you could be doing. The possibility of another kiss flashes his mind, and he feels a sudden pull at his heart strings. A sudden ache taking over his gut at the idea, and he's quick to relax in your hold, giving up complete control to you eagerly.

You back him into a wall on the rooftop, leading to the entrance of your building. He rests his hands on your waist comfortably. You lift his mask, ever so slightly, exposing his lips and the bottom of his nose. Just a little more, you lift it on the bridge of his nose. It's just as you'd suspected. He has his eyes closed, waiting with baited breath to feel your heat on his own, when suddenly he feels this searing pain on the bridge of his nose. "A-AAAH, DAMN-" You'd repositioned his nose, which he had broken that same night on an excursion with a certain rhinoceros villain before this little adventure with you. Before he can let curses spill from his lips however, he feels them completely encompassed by your own. You slip your tongue past his lips once he's been taken aback from surprise.

He whimpers into your mouth, his own tongue eagerly lapping at your own. His hands going to pull you into his own body, a hand carding through your hair, the other slipping beneath your shirt on your back, feeling the heat from your body. Your own hands exploring him, a hand on his neck and jaw, the other brushing your fingers along his chest, the feel of his heart hammering against your palm causing your own to race. The feeling causes chills to deliciously run down his spine.

The kiss is sloppy, but deep. Experimental, and yearning. Your mouths disconnected with a slight pop, a light string of saliva breaking from between you two, leaving you panting. He however, was completely breatheless.

You knew he had a broken nose from the slight blood spot on his mask, as well as his wincing. You weren't a nurse, but you knew that adrenaline was the perfect pain killer, and what better way to get his blood pumping than an extremely steamy kiss? You kiss his jaw, and another light peck just beneath his ear, feeling his pulse quicken. You smile, as you whisper against the shell of his ear. "Sorry. I couldn't help myself." You smirk. And with that, you leave him to stand there, completely frozen from shock, as the door to the building shuts behind you.

Peter was a lot more responsive to you after that. Jumping at any opportunity to follow you around after the event. This definitely confirmed your suspicions, especially given that his nose was crooked after that. You'd trusted him to come to you in his own time, truly.

The appearance of Spiderman was much more frequent after that as well. Suddenly stopping by almost two to three times a week, heated kisses and passionate moments being shared between you two. He'd even stop by in the night, coming to rest with you in your bed, cuddles and exploring hands, watching over you as you slept, feeling completely at ease. "Almost like twilight! Except I don't like, wanna eat you or anything." He'd joked once. This went on for about a year. You two feeling like two teenagers again, even though you guys were just 28 and 30 at this point in your lives. You two having been close friends for over a decade now.

When the time came that he told you about his identity, he was absolutely terrified. He didn't know what you'd think, absolutely scared of losing these timid moments with you, some of his most peaceful memories, as well as you. And so he'd whispered it against the skin of your chest, your back, wherever his lips had rested, with his mask off, whenever he thought you'd not be listening, too deep in sleep. But you'd smile every time he breathed these words to you.

One night you had decided to finally admit your own secret to him. After a night of shared vulnerability, he'd whispered it again, and you'd turn around to face him, looking into his soul, as he waited with baited breath for your response, scared shitless. And yet, all you did was smile, pressing a light peck to his now crooked nose, "I know. Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere." You whispered against his own skin, thus drifting off to your own dreams. His heart pounding so loud in his ears, so much relief flooding his veins, his heart swelling. He had never felt so calm, all of his anxieties dissipate into the night air within the safe confines in your room.

You were a goner from the beginning, and you always knew he was too. From the beginning, you'd known.

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stranger danger

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ she-devil (05)

PETER PARKER X FEM!READER

note: shorter one :( im sorry... the next chapter is a long one though ;)

summary: harry's party leaves you crying in the arms of spiderman on the cold streets of manhattan.

WC: 2.2k

TW: cussing, i think thats all...

you were humiliated honestly. to think that you let peter parker do that to you.

make out with you and then leave as if you’re nothing. and to make it even better, he threw in a half-assed apology as if that was better than no apology at all.

you were sad, drunk, and tired, so obviously, you decided you were going to head home.

your head hanging low, you exited the guest bedroom and walked down the hallway, hoping to make a hasty exit, only to be abruptly stopped by georgie.

“y/n/n? you alright,” he asks, and you sway. “whoa…” he light-heartedly laughs, placing both his hands on your shoulders to steady you.

“i wanna go home, geo,” you whine, trying to get out of his grasp.

“okay, um, lemme grab my coat,” he reluctantly lets go of you, and you start towards the front door, yanking it open and letting it slam behind you.

you don’t even think about georgie as you get into the evelator, hot stinging tears beginning to brew in your eyes, and a lump forming itself deep in your throat.

you swallow the embarrassment, just wanting to get home and crawl into bed. you want to cry the weekend away and then never think of peter again.

the elevator dings, and you walk out of the lobby into the cold late-winter air of new york city.

the chilly wind nips at your exposed legs and feet, and seeps through the thin sheer material of your dress, goosebumps dotting your skin.

you hurry down the road, the streets the dark and dreary. you never realized how scary it really was at night.

the fact that you left georgie now dawns on you, and you suddenly feel very sober. you spin around, hoping to be met with georgie’s e/c eyes, but when you are met with darkness, internal panic sets in.

you realize that you have no idea where you are. and the sound of footsteps down the alleyway to your left suddenly sound a lot louder.

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20 MINUTES EARLIER

peter ran out of harry’s penthouse, and exited out the nearest window once he was in the hallway.

his mind was at war deciding if this bank robbery was worth leaving you all alone in an empty bedroom, where you clearly wanted more of him.

he groaned, and landed in an empty alleyway, clicking his watch that suddenly engulfed his entire body in his nanotech spidey-suit.

his head tingles, sensing the crime near him. he sighs and jumps off to go find the criminals.

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the whole time he fights, he thinks of you. how much he regrets leaving you.

he knows you’ll be upset, angry even. this could ruin all the progress you two were making.

mr. stark will be so mad at him.

finishing up the mission, he hands the two druggies who decided to rob a bank over to the cops, and heads back to harry’s building, hoping you’re still at the party….. maybe even waiting for him.

a part of him, deep deep down in his heart, knows you left. he knows that he’s disappointed you, and upset you, and that you are not the forgiving type.

as he lightly jogs down the street, getting closer and closer to NW Street, he sees a small, shivering figure walking away from the building he’s headed towards.

he figures it’s just some person leaving the party, but then his super senses kick in and he…. he smells… he smells you.

he panics, not knowing what to do.

does he go up to you and potentially expose his identity? or does he let you walk home alone in the dark and dangerous streets of new york city?

he goes with the latter, figuring your safety is more important than his identity. he has cared for you far too long to worry about silly things like that now.

he can sense the dread in your body as you freeze watching him head towards you.

no, no, no, this was not supposed to go this way.

your eyes go wide, and a screech prepares itself to rip from your throat as the shadow comes to light, revealing itself to be… to be spiderman?

your breath hitches, and you take a step backwards.

if spiderman is supposed to make you feel safe, why are you so fucking scared?

because why would spiderman present himself unless there’s a problem. why would he approach you?

peter takes a few steps forwards, and you take one back, shaking your head.

“what do you want?” you whisper through gritted teeth.

you slip your left hand into your dress, reaching for your phone that’s tucked away somewhere, only to be met with cold everywhere.

of course. you left your phone sitting on harry’s kitchen counter.

dread settles itself in, and you accept your fate.

spiderman is horny or something, and despite him supposedly being good, and friendly, he is going to use you and leave you in a ditch.

the golden girl. billionaire ken griswold’s daughter. it couldn’t get better. the news would go crazy, your father would rage war, and spiderman would go on living his life, no one ever expecting the villain in this story to be him.

you swallow, not wanting to accept the impending doom that swirls in your mind.

you shake your head, mustering up all the courage and strength you have in your extremely drunken state.

peter’s heart drops as you step away from him, clearly terrified of spiderman.

he puts his hands up in surrender and slowly takes a few more steps to you.

you go to move backwards, but your heel gets stuck in a crack in the pavement, and you go barreling backwards.

just as your head is about to make contact with the hard and cold ground, peter in under you, cushioning your fall.

you’re splayed in his lap, his arms tight around your waist, and one of your arms draped around his shoulders.

your lips part, and you stare into his mask, trying to figure out who is under there.

“i won’t hurt you,” peter whispers, you still snug in his lap.

you shake your head, tears pooling in your eyes, your lip trembling, threatening to give you away.

“what’s wrong,” he whispers, brushing a piece of hair out of your eyes, just like he did inside.

that reminds you too much off peter, and you push off spider-man’s lap, to stand up on your own.

you untie one of your heels as spider-man springs up, and hold it in your hand, as a weapon.

like a dainty heel with defeat mighty strong spiderman. it’s worth a try, though.

peter puts his hands up in surrender, showing you that he had no intent of hurting you.

all he wants to do is take you in his arms again and wipe your tears. the tears that are most likely there because of him and his stupid decisions.

“what do you want!” you seethe, waving the magenta heel at his face.

“i’m not going to hurt you, i promise,” he quietly says, watching your arm involuntarily lower the heel.

“i just want to know what’s making you so upset,” he chokes out. it’s eating him inside to think that he’s upset you in any way.

you’re so drunk that you don’t think twice, your arm falling to your side and the tears spilling out, sobs ripping from your chest.

peter’s rushes to you, the suit still on. he’s reluctant to take it off, scared you will be more upset.

his steel covered arms wrap around your small frame, and your hands cover your face, muffling the sound of your heart-wrenching sobs.

peter’s super hearing continues to make the sobs incredibly loud, and he can feel the tears springing at the corner of his eyes.

he’s so angry at himself. he knows he caused this.

“please tell me what’s wrong,” he coos, one hand stroking the back of your head, smoothing down the stray hairs.

“i-i,” you start, struggling to catch your breath.

“he left me.” you cry, voice breaking as you speak. peter pulls you in tighter, feeling the most guilty he’s ever felt.

“i shouldn’t like him as much as i do, but i can’t help it. but he fucking left me!”

you’re drunk, and don’t realize what you’re saying.

the alcohol didn’t affect peter per his enhanced abilities, so he’s sober as ever listening to how he hurt you.

he nods, and you continue, his arms still secure around you.

“i’ve never been so stupid in my life,”

“you’re not stupid,”

“i feel like an idiot.”

“i promise you’re not. and i promise that he is good, and wasn’t trying to hurt you, and that he wanted to stay at harry’s with you” peter realizes too late that this was the wrong thing to say.

you try to pull yourself out of his arms, tired eyes peering into the mask, trying to figure out who’s hiding in there.

“how did you know it was at harry’s?”

“i, uh, well,” peter stammers over his words, internally screaming at himself for giving so much away.

“i swung past earlier, and saw you, uh, through a window,” he makes it up as he goes along. which would’ve been obvious to someone who hadn’t drank as much as you did.

“oh.”

peter swallows, and reluctantly opens his arms. you sigh as you pull yourself away from him, side-eyeing as you slowly back away.

“uh, thanks spiderman, um, i’m going home now…” you start slowly walking, and then break out into a sprint to get home.

peter shakes his head as he watches you run, wishing he wouldn’t have left.

seconds later, he hears a scragged “y/n!” from behind him, turning to met with georgie.

this is really the first time peter has ever seen georgie so close up. he immediately recognizes the similarities between you two.

the deep, soulful y/e/c eyes, the bouncy, shimmering y/h/c hair, and freckles that dot over georgie’s nose and cheeks that are mimicked on your face.

georgie is tall, standing at least at 6’3, towering over peter. peter watches with wide eyes as georgie jogs up to him, wonder twinkling in his eyes.

“yo! spiderman! have you seen my sister, looks just like me, about this tall,” georgie holds his hand up to his shoulder, showing where your head would reach if you were standing next to him.

“yes, she just headed that way,” peter points ahead, georgie giving him a grateful nod before running after you.

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you hugged your arms around your shivering body on the elevator ride up to your penthouse.

you heard georgie run into the lobby just as the elevator doors closed, knowing he was probably right behind you.

the last thing you wanted was georgie’s pestering questions, he would poke and prod you until you gave in, and you really didn’t wanna deal with that while in an emotional state.

the doors chimed, and you sprinted out, kicking your now untied heels off in the wide lobby, bare feet padding against the cold, marble floors.

hayes, the butler, called your name as you ran past him, huffing when you wouldn’t turn around.

your footsteps were light against the grand marble staircase as you sprinted upstairs, and down the left wing to your bedroom.

you slammed the door behind you, locking it, and then letting your back rest against the cold wood.

you slowly slid downwards, letting the hard floor catch your weak body.

you were so tired. emotionally, you wanted to crawl in a hole and never return again, and physically, the alcohol made you feel weak and sick and you hated peter for what he did to you.

you were tiered, and just wanted to sleep.

pushing off the floor, you slowly dragged yourself into your closet, stripped off your clothes, and put on an oversized t shirt that engulfed your whole body.

next was the bathroom, you washed off your smudged makeup and brushed your teeth, trying to get the smell of vodka out of your mouth.

your bed was warm and inviting as you slid into it, the crisp sheets warm against your shivering body.

a small sob escaped your lips and you let yourself quietly cry to sleep. there was nothing wrong with crying at the end of a long day, you know this.

but, of course, peter felt his breaking heart crack into two as he sat outside your window and heard the quiet sobs that you tried to hide.

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hoax ~ p.p

chapter five: stranger danger

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“I just found our spring break plans.” Kate announced and slammed a flier down in the middle of the table.

“Barcelona? But this says we have to be in the Spanish club.” MJ said as she read the flier.

“So let’s all unir the Spanish club and go to Barcelona.” Kate said and sat down at the table.

“Sure. I’d be down.” You shrugged.

“Me too. I don’t know if I told you guys this, but I’m fluent in Spanish.” Gwen said proudly.

“No way! Are you also fluent in French and know a little mandarin too?” MJ asked sarcastically.

“Hey, let the girl brag about how many languages she can speak.” You wrapped your arms around Gwen to defend her.

“Thank you.” Gwen replied. “But back to Kate’s idea, it may just be her first good one. We should go.”

“What are you guys talking about?” Ned asked as he joined the table.

“We were just talking about maybe going to Barcelona for spring break. Why don’t you ask Peter and join us?” You informed him.

“Nah. Peter would never go. And I’m not much of a traveler during spring break. I’m more of a sit an home and play video games kinda guy.”

“Why wouldn’t Peter come?” Kate wondered.

“He won’t go anywhere he’d have to fly to. Not since his parents.” Ned replied.

“Well that wasn’t cryptic and ominous at all.” MJ chuckled. “What happened to his parents?”

“They died in a plane crash when we were kids.” Ned explained, making everyone look at each other in surprise. Peter was so quiet that his dark past came as a shock.

“Huh.” You said as you thought came to you. You couldn’t exactly blurt out that your boyfriends parents died in the exact same way, or that you found it difficult to immediately believe that was just a coincidence.

“What?” Kate asked you when she saw how deep in thought you were.

“Nothing. That just reminds me of something.” You said and waved your hand in dismissal. You stayed deep in thought and didn’t even notice when Peter joined the table. When you finally looked up, you saw that he was wearing a shirt that had some science pun on it. You thought back to the night before and the shirt you never actually saw, but knew said something about electrons and staying positive. Peter had been in such a rush this morning after staying out late at the scene of the crime that he just threw on the first shirt he found on his floor.

“Nice shirt.” You smiled at the sight of it and thought about last night. It had been the perfect evening, until he had to go.

“Oh, thanks.” Peter looked down at his shirt and his heart stopped when he realized what it was. He looked up at you to see if you had connected the dots, but you just thought Peter had the same shirt.

“You like science puns now?” Gwen asked when she read Peters shirt.

“No. But my boyfriend has a similar one.” You said with a coy smile.

“Wait, does that mean you saw him out of the suit?” Kate’s eyes widened.

“I did.” You grinned. “Not his face, though. But I saw his arms. And his room. He’s a total nerd. It’s so cute.”

“He definitely sounds like a nerd. A downright loser, actually.” Ned said as he glared at Peter. Peter avoided eye contact with him, knowing he was upset that you still didn’t know the truth.

“His bedsheets had some rocket ship from Star Wars on them. And they smelled like him. I hope they smelled like me when I left.”

“I bet they did.” Peter said. “And I bet he loved that.”

“I’m assuming you know what his bedsheets look like because you finally lost it to him?” Kate asked and shook your arm in excitement.

“No. I think we got close though. But then he had to go do superhero stuff.”

“Were you disappointed?” Kate asked you.

“No. His job comes first. Plus, before he left, we said “I love you” for the first time. So I didn’t mind that we didn’t go all the way. I still had a really good night.”

Ned looked at Peter when he heard this, but Peters eyes were glued to the floor.

“When are you seeing him next?” Gwen asked.

“Not until Friday. He texted me this morning and said he’s gonna be busy the next few days with patrol.”

“Is he now?” Ned asked, sounding unamused.

“Yeah. I don’t know how he finds the time to do it all. He’s just amazing.” You sighed happily.

“Trust me, he’s not that great.” Ned assured you before giving Peter a look.

“Why do you say that?” You frowned and turned to Ned.

“I just think it’s weird he hasn’t revealed his identity to you yet.” Ned shrugged. “You’ve said “I love you” to each other but you don’t even know his name? How does that make sense?”

“It’s for his and my safety.” You said quietly when you noticed that everyone was nodding in agreement.

“Is your safety any less at risk when you walk down the street holding hands with him in his suit? I think it’s about more than just safety at this point. I think there’s a reason he’s not telling you.”

“What kind of reason?” You frowned.

“Maybe he knows that once you know who he is, you won’t think he’s so great.” Ned shrugged, making Peter look up to check your reaction.

“Is that what you guys think?” You asked the girls.

“It is weird that you’re so committed to this relationship when you don’t even know who he is.” MJ admitted. “He could he lying about his age for all we know. I mean, how much do you really know about who he is?”

“I know him.” You insisted. “I just don’t know what he looks like.”

“But don’t you think it’s strange that he can walk by you on the sidewalk and you would never know?” Kate asked, and the girls nodded in agreement.

“Or sat across from you at lunch?” Ned added. You made eye contact with Peter across the table before shaking your head.

“He’ll tell me when he’s ready.” You said simply.

“But why isn’t he ready? It’s been two months. Why doesn’t he trust you enough to tell you yet?” Ned said while never taking his eyes off Peter.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about. You don’t know him like I do.” You shrugged as you got up from the table.

“Wait, don’t leave. We didn’t mean to upset you. We just want to make sure your heart is safe. We care about you. It’s important to us that he does too.”

“I’m not upset. I just need to think. I’ll catch you guys later.” You said and walked away. You went into the hallway and pulled out your phone to text Peter. His phone buzzed and he exchanged a look with Ned before seeing what you had said.

“Can I call you? It’s important.” You had written.

“I’ll be right back.” Peter said and quickly left the table. He picked up the phone when you called and could immediately tell that you were about to cry.

“I’m sorry. I know you’re probably super busy. I just needed to hear your voice.” You said into the phone.

“It’s okay. I’m not busy. What’s wrong?” He asked you, feeling guilty since he already knew exactly what was wrong.

“It’s my friends. They were getting in my head and filling it with doubts. Doubts about us.” You told him. Peter sighed and looked up at the ceiling as he tried to think of what to do. He could see you from where he was in the hallway and wondered if he should just walk right up to you and tell you.

“Peter?” Ned said from behind him.

“I gotta go.” Peter said quickly and hung up the phone.

“Hello?” You asked into the phone, but he was already gone. You frowned and put your phone in your pocket as tears threatened to spill down your cheeks. You ran into the girls bathroom to freshen up while Ned confronted Peter.

“You didn’t tell her.” Ned said in disappointment.

“I was about to. Last night, I swear, I was. And I still will. But the moment passed and I can’t tell her at school. But please, she’s gonna get suspicious if you keeping saying things like that to her. You need to let me handle this.”

“But you’re not handling this. This has gone on way too long.”

“I know.” Peter sighed. “You’re absolutely right. And I feel horrible about lying to her. I’ll tell her when she comes over Friday, okay? I promise.”

“Okay. But if I text her Saturday morning and she doesn’t know, I’m telling her.” Ned warned.

“You won’t have to. She’ll know.”

Come Friday, you had reapplied your lipgloss a dozen times over the course of 20 minutes because you were so anxious for Peter to arrive. You hadn’t spoken much since telling each other that you loved each other, which worried you profusely. You thought your relationship would be taken to the next level after that, but it instead seemed to take a few steps back. But finally, you heard him knocking at your window and threw it open to greet him.

“Are there any damsels in distress in here?” He asked in a transatlantic accent while climbing through your window.

“Hi stranger.” You giggled and wasted no time in lifted up his mask to kiss him. He kissed you back as you stumbled into your bedroom together. You pushed him onto your bed and kissed every inch of uncovered skin before snuggling into his neck.

“I missed you. We haven’t talked a lot lately.”

“I know. I’m sorry. I’ve just been super busy.” He apologized as he rubbed circles on your back.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to apologize for it. Being a superhero comes first. I just miss walking home with you. And all the other stuff we do together.”

“You’ll have to remind me what “other stuff” we used to do. You know, since it’s been so long.” He smiled cheekily and kissed you again. You made out for a little bit until all the thoughts that had been nagging at you fogged your brain up too much to enjoy the kisses.

“I kinda want to talk to you about something. Something my friends brought up.” You said once you pulled away.

“Sure, honey. I turned my radio off for the night. I’m all yours. We can talk about anything.”

In that moment, you couldn’t bring yourself to bring it up. You’d missed him all week and now that he was finally here, you didn’t want to have a heavy conversation. You just wanted to spend some quality time with your boyfriend and not have to get into why he hadn’t told you his identity yet. Partially because you just wanted to have fun tonight, and partially because you worried you might not want to know the answer.

“All mine, you say?” You smiled and kissed him again.

“Uh huh. Did you have any ideas in mind?”

“Remember that time you blindfolded me so I could touch your face?”

“I might remember.”

“Good. I wanna try that again.”

“Okay. And do what?”

Peters question was answered the second he tied the blindfold around you. You climbed into lap and pulled the mask completely off of him, not that you could see anything. Now that you had unlimited access, you were able to run your hands through his curls and feel his eyelashes against your face as he kissed you. You always liked kissing Peter, but it was undeniably better when you could touch his entire face.

“You’re the most beautiful girl in the world. I hope you know that.” Peter said between kisses.

“You make me feel like I am.” You smiled against his lips. He ran his hands up and down your back, the feeling of skin to skin after only touching you through his gloves sending lighting across his body.

“Spidey?” You asked and pulled away.

“Yeah?”

“You know I love you, right?” You told him. Peter smiled softly and nodded his head.

“I do know that. And I love you too.”

“Okay. I kinda got nervous that I scared you off by telling you that last time.” You admitted through a nervous laugh.

“Scare me off? How?”

“I just got worried when we didn’t talk much this week. I know you’re busy with patrol but you suddenly felt busier than usual. I kinda thought it had something to do with me. And then my friends totally didn’t help and started filling my head with all these doubts about us. I don’t know. I just wanted to make sure we were okay.”

“We are okay. I promise. You could never scare me off.” Peter assured you as he cupped your face.

“Are you sure?” You asked skeptically.

“I’m sure. Nothing you could do could scare me away because I love you most ardently.” He told you and wished he could be looking into your eyes as he said it.

“So you did watch Pride and Prejudice? After I asked you 500 times?” You laughed and traced the outline of his lips the best you could.

“I did. I’d watch anything you tell me to. Even really boring period pieces about adults who can’t communicate.”

“Boring? How dare you call the most painfully romantic movie boring.” You pretended to be offended.

“If you think about it, it was just a bunch of people going to other peoples houses for two hours.” He pointed out, making you laugh.

“I know. But I still love it.”

“And I love you. So I promise, I’m never going anywhere. I’ll be here until the day you tell me to go away. And even then, I’d probably show up at your door every night and beg for you to take me back.” Peter told you.

“You’d never have to do that. Because I’d never leave you either. I think you just might be the great love of my life.”

“You’ve been watching too maybe romance movies.” Peter teased as he pulled you into his arms to kiss the side of your face.

“Maybe. Or maybe I’m just a hopeless romantic.”

“Well, you have a way of making it all feel a lot less hopeless.” Peter said softly before kissing you.

“I love you so much.” You said between kisses.

“I love you too. And think it’s time I tell you that to your face. Using my…face.” Peter squeezed his eyes shut at his lame choice of words and wished he rehearsed that more. He went to pull to pull your blindfold off but you put your hands on his to stop him.

“I actually don’t want to see your face tonight, if that’s okay.” You said with a timid smile.

“You don’t?”

“It’s just, this moment is special. If I see your face now, this moment ends and we move on from it to the moment of the big reveal. But I don’t want this moment to end yet. I want to stay in it as long as possible.”

“Really? You want to wait?”

“Yeah. The moment I see your face and learn your name is going to be huge for us. That deserves its own special day. But this night is flawless. I’ve had all the excitement I can handle. I don’t want to have two big moments in our relationship at once. I want to savor each of them so I can appreciate them fully. Does that make any sense?”

“It does. You can leave it on, if that’s what you want. But are you sure?” He asked as he stared right at you. His mask was off and it was just him, totally bare, asking you to look at him.

“I’m positive. Like an electron, right?” You said through a yawn and laid down on his chest.

“Yeah. Like my shirt.” He chuckled.

“My friend has the same shirt. It made me think of you.” You told him as you started to drift off.

“That wasn’t your friend. That was me.” He whispered, but you were already asleep.

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❄won't mean a thing, dear (if you're not here with me) ❄ Steter | 34k | M

Stiles, who was just about to comment on the blinding glare from the Christmas lights, slowly shuts his mouth. Realization is dawning, and he feels like an idiot not to have seen it coming. “Surprise! Christmas isn’t your thing,” he guesses, resigned. Peter gives him a look like he’s insane to even bring it up. He probably is.

Peter and Stiles’s whole relationship is built on sarcasm and disdain for the world at large. No topic is safe from mockery. (Unfortunately, they may not be on the same page about the holiday season.)

Some days, Stiles is convinced Peter’s only dating him because the guy gets off on pushing buttons. That’s Peter’s main source of amusement. He knows Stiles is never more than a second away from some minor crime at any given moment, and he likes watching Stiles reconsider and bend his already flexible morals. Likes being the one to urge him on.

Some days, Stiles likes to let him.

Some days.

“Yeah, I dunno about this,” Stiles mutters dubiously, peering through the chain-link fence. When he grabs on, squinting for a closer look, the metal is icy against his skin. “It’s kind of a stretch, dude. Even for me.”

“What’s the harm?” Peter inquires, his tone even. Still, Stiles can hear the smirk without looking. “It’s just a peek. Sixty seconds.”

“Psh. Yeah, right. Sixty seconds now, until we actually get in there and look around.”

It’s late, maybe a little past one in the morning, and the two of them have been meandering a slow circuit through the neighborhood around Stiles’s apartment. Which, yeah, is kind of a weird or even suspicious thing to be doing at this hour, depending on who you ask. Dangerous, too, considering the area. But it’s safe enough when one of you is a literal creature of the night and the other knows his way around a curse book.

It’s also kind of a necessity. Late-night walks are sometimes the only thing that helps Stiles nod off when he’s got too many thoughts rattling around in his head. The rhythmic steps, or maybe the familiar neighborhood setting, always calms his nerves somehow. Or else it just burns off his restless energy. Stiles hasn’t psychoanalyzed himself or anything, but it does the trick.

As for Peter’s presence, that’s a semi-recent thing. He used to just pretend to get offended that the sex alone wasn’t enough to tick the right boxes and knock Stiles’s lights out. But it must have gotten boring sitting around indoors and waiting for him to come back, and the guy has never been one for pillow talk anyway, so he’s started tagging along. Plus, he likes fucking with evening joggers who don’t expect to find someone lurking around the corner in the dark. (See? He’s all about the amusement factor.)

Anyway. They’ve paused here by the fence because Stiles has been keeping an eye on this city block for months. Construction has rattled the ground and diverted local traffic forever. Gleaming in its wake is a new building, freshly raised: a mixed-use space, with apartments above and a couple shops at ground level. One of which, the signs promise, is a coffee shop. A coffee shop, and this cannot be emphasized enough, that is only one block away from where Stiles lives. It’s like some beneficent cosmic being decided Stiles Stilinski does deserve nice things, after all. Things like fresh coffee after an all-nighter. Wi-fi when his shitty router kicks out. Maybe even sandwiches and pastries and stuff—he’d sell his soul for decent bear claws within walking distance.

“You did say you wanted to see the inside,” Peter reminds him idly. The building’s been done for weeks, but the fence still blocks half the sidewalk, keeping pedestrians away from the new facade. Even to Stiles’s human nose, the whole area smells pleasantly of sawdust and fresh paint.

“Yeah, but c’mon. I meant when it was finally open. And anyway, can see it fine from here,” Stiles retorts, and it’s kind of true: with the glow of the streetlight behind them, he can make out the gleam of new machinery and the dark shadows of tables and chairs. “Hey. Look, they even have folding windows. For when it’s nice out.”

“Those are nice.” Peter observes. “Easy to break into.”

Stiles tries his best to fight back a grin, because you can’t encourage Peter at times like this. Give him an inch, he’ll take a mile. “Ok, babe, just so we’re clear. We are not breaking—”

“—into your new favorite coffee shop, which you haven’t shut up about for more than five minutes at a time in weeks? I’d think twice about passing on the opportunity. Once they’ve set up their security system, it won’t be as easy.” He hums, as if a thought has just occurred to him. “You know, they probably have all kinds of decor in there. For your sign collection.”

There are a bunch of dark shapes spread out on the walls, some kind of decorations. A few large ones that are probably just menus or something, but smaller ones too. Could be signs, could be art. “I don’t have a—it’s not a collection.”

“It’s eleven signs. What’s that you always say? Two’s a coincidence, three’s a pattern? ‘Eleven’ is probably a collection.”

“Oh, fuck off,” Stiles laughs.

The squeal of bending metal cuts through the quiet. Stiles drags his eyes away from the cafe windows to find Peter peeling up the bottom of the chain link fence, all casual, like it weighs no more than a sheet of paper.

Peter smirks. “It’d be a crime not to.”

“Peter,” Stiles replies, amused, “this is a crime. This is a literal crime.”

“I bet they have those deluxe espresso machines you get so hard for.”

Stiles heaves out a long-suffering sigh, taking in those dark shapes through the window, and pretends to still be thinking about it. He briefly glances around, like anyone else is crazy enough to be out in the cold this time of night, like Peter wouldn’t hear anyone within earshot anyway. Peter lifts the chain-link fence a little higher. An invitation. The same way some boyfriends might hold open a door.

“Alright, fine,” he mutters under his breath. He ignores Peter’s triumphant smirk as he ducks beneath the fence. “Sixty seconds.”

A week and a half later, Cuppa Life Cafe opens to very little fanfare. It’s just a tiny cafe on a tiny street in a tiny town—who cares? But to Stiles, it’s revolutionary.

It’s a shiny new distraction to break up his days. When he’s doing research for his magical consulting clients, when he’s combing through digitized bestiaries for Scott, when he’s delving into police files he one hundred percent did not swipe from his dad, he’s got somewhere to go. No more is he confined to slogging away within the four walls of his cramped and arguably dim apartment (he likes the vibe of his scattered ritual candles, but they don’t always do the trick for him, focus-wise). When he needs a change of pace, he can head downstairs for a three-minute walk to sugar and caffeination and sunlight.

And then there’s Peter, who’s trekked here four times already for dark roast coffees he continually claims are beneath him. Either he’s full of it, or he knows Stiles is more likely to peel away from his work if Peter’s within easy walking distance as well.

Presently, Stiles’s phone chimes with a text from a contact listed as Big Bad Creeperwolf, a label he hasn’t changed since their first meeting. (Anyway, it’s still accurate.) When Stiles checks his messages, there’s a snapshot of the Cuppa Life menu and a text that just reads, Unfortunate.

Stiles stares, squinting and wondering what Peter’s point is, but he can’t work it out. He could text back, or he could grab his current working bestiary from the bed and go around the corner to figure it out.

The place really is cute. They’re clearly going for that modern chic look, with chalkboard menus, lighted glass cases full of Instagram-ready pastries, and graphic art peppered across warm, red-bricked walls. At a glance, you wouldn’t know anything’s missing at all. Stiles only feels a little guilty about nicking his latest sign, inasmuch as he ever feels guilty about nicking anything (and then, you know, returning to the scene of the crime afterward). Look, the display was probably a free one the coffee brand shipped to the cafe as an ad. And Stiles is a regular customer now, and he always tips well, so it’ll probably even out in the end.

Peter’s snagged a table toward the front, right where the late fall sunlight streams in. It’s just barely warm enough that all the windows are folded to the side—they really are a nice touch, even if Peter’s right that they’re easy to sneak through—and when he spots Stiles walking past outside, he glances up with a knowing smirk. Because of course Stiles was going to jump up to visit. Annoying, Stiles thinks, how that one look sends a coil of pleasure into his stomach every time.

“That wasn’t an invitation to drop by,” Peter drawls, typing into his laptop, when Stiles appears at his table.

“Then you shouldn’t have announced your location, babe,” Stiles counters, dumping his book. The pet name slips off his tongue without thought again: he started using it ironically a few weeks back, almost taunting, just to dig at Peter for his condescending little “sweethearts” all the time, and now…

Peter smirks at the face he’s making. “Can’t stop it, can you? Cute.”

“Shut up,” Stiles says without bite. He sinks into the opposite chair, his attention catching on the little cardboard table menu. It’s done up in red, with glittering holly leaves, to cheerily advertise the seasonal specials. “About time! Peppermint hot chocolate?”

“Didn’t you see my text? We’ve gone from pumpkin spice to peppermint season,” Peter informs him, voice dripping with disdain. “It’s all Laura’s been complaining about for days.”

“Is that why you sent it?” Stiles asks distractedly, flipping the menu to check the drinks on the back. “And—wait, what are you even talking about? Peppermint’s the best.”

It’s all the good stuff, he finds: butterscotch caramel coffees, peppermint mochas, gingerbread spice cold brews, s’mores lattes. Man, this place does not disappoint. Stiles must have accidentally done a good deed to deserve it, but hell if he knows what it was.

It’s not until he lowers the menu that he sees Peter’s dismay. Too late, he picks up on the haughty tone, which is Peter’s default whenever they parry insults or dogpile on something they mutually believe to be garbage.

“Is that a joke?” Peter demands. “Peppermint is nature’s mildest poison. Who wants to eat something whose primary flavor is ‘cold?’ The whole place reeks of it now—even you should be able to smell it with that chunk of marble you call a nose. We’re going to have to avoid every cafe in town for the next two months.”

Stiles shakes his head, amused. “Every now and then, I feel really grateful I don’t have all your wolf stuff going on. There are definite downsides to super sniffers. But you’re right about pumpkin spice, I guess—that stuff’s a travesty. RIP to Laura and all the pumpkin spice girls probably crying into their scarves as we speak.”

“You’re a witch, and fall's barely over. Are you even allowed to voice a dislike of pumpkin spice?”

“I’m a spark and you know this. And yeah, I guess they’ll probably revoke my card,” Stiles jokes.

With his stuff now scattered across the table, he heads off to the counter, deliberating over his drink choices. He ends up going with the peppermint mocha, partly because he does, in fact, really love peppermint and needs to carpe diem the fuck out of it while it’s still in season, and partly because he knows it’ll annoy Peter.

Once he grabs his order and gets back to his seat, he takes his first taste while making pointed eye contact with the werewolf. Unfortunately, Peter’s crinkled nose just makes Stiles snort into the drink, and he ends up choking on a puff of whipped cream for his trouble.

“Lovely that I’m only learning now that you enjoy drinking toothpaste,” Peter snarks. He looks almost disgusted, but he’s still wearing the delighted smirk that means he’s back in his element. “What other dealbreakers don’t I know about you?”

“Oh, c’mon,” Stiles coughs, still laughing a little. “Out of all the shit I’ve done, peppermint’s the dealbreaker?”

“I already know about the live theater thing. The—musicals.”

“What, that I’ve witnessed some without fleeing the theater?” Stiles asks, covering his grin with a sip of his drink. It really is good, with just enough peppermint to boost the chocolatey taste of the mocha without being overpowering. “I stand by Heathers, my dude. J.D. is hot. I won’t apologize for that.”

“Sickening. What else do I need to know? Do you put motivational quotes in your email signature? Do you unironically follow astrology? If you’re a secret cryptobro, you’d better tell me before this goes any further.”

Stiles snickers into his drink. “No to all of the above. But if either of us was gonna turn into some condescending asshole trying to peddle something skeevy, it’d probably be you.”

“Excuse you.”

“Speaking of dealbreakers. Met this cute guy earlier today.”

Peter rolls his eyes. “Did you now.”

“You’d better watch out.”

“What’s he look like?”

“Fat. Tan.”

“Tabby?”

“Maybe, but the fur was pretty long. I took pictures. Wanna see?”

He’s grinning: it’s a bluff, of course, and they both know it. Peter just grunts. There are few things the werewolf finds more boring than pictures of small animals. He’s insane that way. Like he would honestly rather pry his own eyes out than witness a cute cat displaying its belly for scratches. Stiles doesn’t even know what to do with him sometimes.

“Keep your beaus to yourself,” Peter replies, returning to his book.

“Your loss.” Stiles pulls his laptop to him, booting it up. “By the way, did I tell you Pudding’s rash is gone? Saw her this morning.”

“If I have to hear another word about cats,” Peter sighs, “and especially a cat’s skin condition, I’ll swear to god I’ll find a way to get you banned from this cafe.”

Stiles mimes zipping his lips and gets back to work, though Peter looks at him with distrust for a full minute before he resumes reading. But while Stiles does sometimes get a perverse sense of enjoyment from Peter’s poor attempts to feign interest in his interests, he’s got shit to do today. Peter’s off the hook. For now.

Harassment has always been one of Stiles’s love languages. At least when it comes to Peter.

The feeling is clearly mutual, though. And Stiles knows Peter well enough to tell he isn’t the type of guy who’d stick around if he were actually offended.

They’ve come a long way since their first meeting, the first formal introduction of their respective packs. Back then, they were all circling each other warily, a prospective alliance built on contract negotiations and polite adherence to ceremony.

Everyone except for Peter. Peter was an immensely egotistical shit the entire time—not that he did or said anything outright insulting, anything to make the McCall pack cut their losses and back out, just things that were right on the cusp. Snarky insinuations. Snubs. He clearly thought them an insignificant pack of amateur shifters, and bitten wolves at that, a term he used with this pitying tone that suggested he wanted to turn up his nose but wouldn’t for propriety’s sake. It rubbed Scott and Isaac the wrong way right off the bat, and even Kira got sour about it. And Kira believes in peace and forgiveness and pixie dust for literally everyone.

Maybe Stiles only found it so funny because he knew how wildly wrong Peter was about them. The McCall pack, after all, is a bad enemy to underestimate and a good ally to have in your back pocket.

And then, somewhere amidst the getting-to-know-yous and the haughty diplomacy, it became clear that sure, Peter may have been sneering and abrasive, but he backed a lot of the same things Stiles championed: an aggressive defense, strong tendencies toward revenge where appropriate, doling out the harshest possible punishments against offending packs. His mean streak, in fact, aligned very neatly with Stiles’s.

For half the alliance negotiations, Stiles found himself arguing beside Peter, who looked delighted at the unexpected support, especially when it was just the two of them against ultra-forgiving alphas who indulged their reasoning but came down firmly on the side of living and letting go and other bullshit.

“Fine,” Peter had said when it was all done. All pleasant and smirking, of course, because he’s always refused to show weakness after a loss. “Well, I’m sure none of us will ever regret this.”

Talia just rolled her eyes with the exasperation of someone who’d borne this kind of barbed statement all her life. And Peter turned and gave Stiles this meaningful look, the first of many designed to invite his judgment as well, as if to say Can you believe this? You and I are the only ones who truly understand.

Stiles was a little bit in love. Even then.

After they all dispersed for friendlier conversation, Stiles sidled up to him, phone held out imperiously. “Give me your number.” At Peter’s raised eyebrow, he added, “Don’t tell me you don’t want the backup. My alpha wasn’t the only one who said the words ‘minor territory breach’ like it’s not an oxymoron.”

It was hard to disagree. And Stiles wasn’t misreading the exasperation: by the time Peter finished entering his contact info, the werewolf had already begun to complain of all the extra work he often put in just for his own peace of mind given Talia’s relaxed policies. There were no known hunters or magical threats in the area—a feat only accomplished because of strict border enforcement, thanks very much—and the Hales were diligent about maintaining alliances with several nearby packs. But you never really knew. The Hale library, Peter added, was brimming with insights on defenses and known threats for that very reason.

Stiles perked up at the magic word. “A private library, huh? So…we’re officially allies now, right? When do I see it?”

Peter’s grin turned sly.

The attraction was clear as day. Even Stiles could read it, and most people’s flirtations went right over his head. Regardless, both of them were reluctant to make a move right away, both of them aware how disastrous the fallout could get for their respective packs if things went south between them. Or at least Stiles was aware of it, and Peter—perennial schemer that he is—must have at least considered it.

But maybe it was inevitable.

On a totally normal day, Stiles showed up uninvited at Peter’s, just to annoy him into loaning out a bestiary, and then they were just—on top of each other. It was the first and only time Stiles understood what people meant when they said they had sex by accident, a phrase he used to think was a stupid excuse people used for not bothering to control their own impulses, but holy shit, it was like someone just flipped a switch: one second they were staring, and the next second Peter’s tongue was down Stiles’s throat and Stiles was so fucking turned on that he was trying to climb him like a tree about it. He could not stop, could not stop for anything, like the only way out was forward, and forward meant tasting every inch of Peter’s skin.

The sex was amazing. Stiles was fucking wrecked. And of course when they came down, they said they should probably not do it again, absolutely never, because of pack reasons. And that they probably should not even mention it to anyone.

But those turned out to be more impulses they couldn’t rein in.

They became a thing. Somehow.

God knows they still rub each other the wrong way: Stiles is and always will be an annoying little shit, and Peter keeps making condescending offers to help broaden the tiny McCall pack—the implication being, again, that they aren’t perfectly fine as they are.

But somewhere along the way, Stiles has realized that all Peter’s stupid negging and random hints about his current location might be construed—if you looked at them through your dealing-with-a-manipulative-prick lens—as indirect attempts to coax Stiles into spending time with him. They’re the efforts of someone who has never bothered to invite anyone anywhere, and isn’t any good at it, and doesn’t even know how to do it without trying to manipulate the person in question into wanting it.

And now? Well. Peter’s never been one for grand, romantic gestures—he’s allergic—but it’s turned out okay. Do they have a relationship the average onlooker would describe as “normal” or “tender” or even “level-headed”? Hell no. But Stiles feels more comfortable with Peter than he does with just about anyone, and it’s clear Peter feels the same, and that’s enough.

Even now, the silence stretching between them is warm and companionable, with Stiles’s books and notes covering more than his fair share of the little table, and one of Peter’s legs stretched out beneath it to lean against Stiles’s, and the occasional question swapped between them to punctuate the calm.

A while later, after Stiles finishes the peppermint mocha and finds his limbs stiff, he stretches and returns to the front counter. When he comes back, he’s got a plain black coffee to replace Peter’s empty cup and, because he sometimes decides to be a just and merciful boyfriend, one of the gingerbread cold brews for himself instead of the peppermint.

That’s the kind of thing you end up doing when you get a little too invested. Not that Stiles would say it aloud.

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#steter #steter fic #warning in advance that i will be having a little too much fun with this one #this is probably where i will be outing myself as a Christmas Freak #mine

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h-c-u · 11 months

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Racing back home

Summary: Bono comes back home earlier than expected.

Pairing: Peter "Bono" Bonnington x reader

W/C: 1.1k

Rating: PG

TWs: None

A/N: Some Bono fluff. I'm gently easing myself into writing him, so it's a short one, but I hope you guys will like it :)

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There was a time when you couldn't imagine yourself sleeping with someone in the same bed and getting a good night's rest. That changed the first time your then very new boyfriend stayed overnight and - in his sleep - pulled you into his strong arms and held onto you, as if you were the last breath on Earth. Even though he was very strong, he wasn't breaking your ribs or restricting your ability to breathe, he just... didn't let you go. Metaphorically and literally, because when you tried to shift away, his arms stayed in the same position, wrapped around your body lightly enough for you to be comfortable, but also strong enough that getting out without waking him up was impossible. And since you knew he didn't get much sleep because he was battling jet lag, you made a mature decision to try to muscle through the night without sleep, so he could get some well-deserved rest. But as soon as you got used to the warmth radiating from his body, which at first seemed unbearably hot, you were a goner.

You didn’t even realize you fell asleep because it happened so quickly. And when in the morning you woke up, with his arms still wrapped tightly around you, you couldn't believe how well-rested you were. If not for the fact that you had to get up for work, you would have stayed in bed much longer.

And when he had to leave for the next race and you were alone in bed again, not only it took you much longer to actually fall asleep, but you were waking up restless in the middle of the night as well.

But the realization dawned on you only when Pete stayed over the next time, and if you had to be honest - you were a little bit pissed because you hated that your comfort depended on someone else. It took you a few months to actually accept it, but eventually, you did, and now that you had lived together for over a year, you absolutely dreaded race weekends, when he had to leave for a few days, and sometimes even weeks. Like now...

He was gone for 19 days already, and the only thought that kept you sane was the fact, that tomorrow at 3 PM he will be landing back home. Just one more night of sleeping alone, and you would have him to yourself for the whole two weeks. You took a melatonin pill, drank lavender-chamomile tea and when you were finally in bed, you quietly put on a true-crime podcast that usually helped you fall asleep, but it still took you good 30 minutes to actually say goodbye to your consciousness.

Because of all the... help... you needed to sleep, you didn't hear the door downstairs quietly opening and closing, or the short beep of the alarm being armed again. You were oblivious to the soft steps slowly coming upstairs, and the door to your bedroom being opened. The quiet click of glasses being put down on a bedside table, the clang of a belt being opened, as well as the ruffling of the clothes being taken off all eluded you in your slumber.

Only when the mattress next to you dipped under the additional weight, you woke up with a quiet hum, still not quite sure what was happening. Only when familiar arms wrapped around you, your eyes shot open.

- Pete! - you turned around, so you could see him. - You were supposed to be back tomorrow... - you smushed your face into his chest just as he pulled you closer. He smelled mostly like recycled air and cheap economy food, but there was also still a faint echo of burned rubber and smoke clinging to his skin, but you didn't mind that in the slightest because he was back. Plus, you suspected that most of the scent was absorbed by his clothes because usually, you were pretty sensitive to anything that irritated your nose, and right now it wasn't that bad.

- Couldn't wait... Wanted to see you, Love... - he mumbled while he buried his face in your hair in search of the comfort he was missing for almost three weeks now. - Sorry to wake you up... - he added, and you chuckled quietly, tightening your arms around him even more because part of you was afraid that it was all a dream, and when you woke up, he wouldn't be there.

- Dnt apowogiz... - you mumbled straight into his chest, intertwining your leg with his, and this time - he chuckled, clearly amused by your flawless pronunciation. You instantly smiled and turned your head a little bit, so your lips wouldn't be pressed against Pete's skin. - But how are you even here? - you asked because your math wasn't adding up.

- I went to the airport straight from the track... - he was clearly exhausted, but he started to relax under your touch, so to accelerate this process even more, you started gently scratching his back and he hummed approvingly as he continued to melt into you. - I probably still stink like the pit lane... Sorry... I'll take a quick shower... Just... In a minute... - he mumbled quietly, and the breaks in between each sentence were getting longer. You could easily tell that he was slowly falling asleep, but you didn’t give a damn, because he was back in your arms.

- Just sleep... You deserve it... - you whispered, and turned your head back, so your forehead was yet again pressed against his chest. Shower - for once - could wait until the morning, and Bono was too tired to argue with you, or to even say anything more. He just held you close, as his breathing slowed down and he fell into deeper phases of sleep. The adrenaline from the sudden wake-up was still in your system, so you stayed conscious a bit longer, absorbing his presence with your whole body. His steady breath, a slow rhythm of a beating heart that you could both hear and feel; the rough skin of his shoulder under your fingers, and - most of all - a dominating warmth that engulfed your whole body. In his sleep, Pete bent one of his knees and hooked it around your thigh, pulling you even closer, because after starving for your touch for so long, even unconscious he was searching for it. And you let him, moving your hand from around his shoulder to his lower back and resting it there.

With your bodies completely intertwined, it didn't take you long to fall back asleep, while a true-crime podcast was still quietly playing in the background.

A/N 2: Please don’t feel obligated/pressured to reblog, because I write mostly for myself. A comment would be appreciated though :) Love, G.

#my writing #Peter Bonnington fanfic #Peter Bonnington fanfiction #Peter Bonnington x reader

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ruru0803 · 3 months

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In another life 3

Peter B Parker x GN!Reader

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Spider Ham hums a small tune as he walks through the park with a burger in his hand. He breathes in the steam trying to savor the smell but right as he goes to eat it an arrow shoots through it making it stick into a tree.

Spider Ham's eyes widened in shock and he turns to the perpetrator only to find his chipmunk friend, Y/N standing there with a bow in hand with a sheepish smile on their face.

"What's the big idea?"

"Sorry, Pete-"

Spider Ham rushes over and covers their mouth. He looks around to see if anyone was paying attention and turns to Y/N with a glare on his face.

"First you kill my burger then you want to expose my secret identity."

Spider Ham shakes his head at them with a disapproving frown.

"I thought we were friends..."

"We are."

Y/n's ears drop at his statement suddenly feeling really guilty.

"If this is how you treat your friends, I don't want to see how you treat your enemies."

He crosses his arms pointing his nose in the air. He has a playful smile on his face not that Y/N could see it under the mask.

"I'm sorry, Pete-"

He raises his brow at them.

"Spider Ham."

Spider Ham makes a tsk sound and wags his finger.

"Not good enough."

Spider Ham points to his decapitated burger.

"You're kidding."

"Apologize to the burger, Y/n."

Y/n glares at him, their cheeks puffing in embarrassment.

"I'm not apologizing to your stupid burg-"

The ground begins to shake under their feet and soon both Y/N and Spider Ham find themselves trapped in a cage.

The two grab onto each other in shock, laughter filled their ears grabbing their attention. There stood a Crawfish dressed in a lab coat.

"Dr. Crawdaddy."

Spider Ham says in a deep voice, the eyes on his mask squints as he glares at the crustacean.

"Spider Ham. And friend."

He motions to Y/N earning a grin from them at the acknowledgement.

"Finally I've caught you. Crime will go up 100% after I kill you and the other villains will start to respect me..."

The two caged animals share a look before Spider Ham grabs on to the bars of the cage and gives him a dramatic point.

"You won't get away with this!"

"Yes I will."

The Doctor pulls out a huge laser gun and points directly at the two animals, Spider Ham's eyes widened slightly but he was even more determined to be defiant.

"No, you won't."

"Yes, I will."

Spider Ham shakes his head at him.

"No, you won't."

"Yes, I will."

Spider Ham yawns pretending to be bored which causes the Crawfish to get upset.

"No, you-"

"Yes, I will. Yes, I will. Yes, I will. Yes, I will."

Dr. Crawdaddy goes to pull the trigger and Spidey holds his hands out.

"Wait! I gotta tell you something."

He looks at him, eyes full of suspicion.

"What is it?"

Spider Ham motions for him to come closer and he takes small steps towards him. Spidey motions again for him to get closer which he slowly does again. Spidey lets out an annoyed sigh and motions for him one last time. When Dr. Crawdaddy was finally close to the cage, Spidey grabs on to his jacket and gives him a big kiss with his nose as Y/N slips the key from his pocket.

The Crawfish backs away in shock not noticing the two slip out of the cage.

"I can not believe you just did that."

Spider Ham places a soothing hand on his back as Y/N takes the gun out of his hand.

"Ugh, I know. Bad me taking advantage of you while you're vulnerable."

Spider Ham leads the man to the cage and Y/N locks it after the Crawfish is finally inside.

"I mean, where are my manners."

"Wait a minute."

Dr. Crawdaddy finally realizes he was tricked and starts to try to pull the bars apart.

"Well, nice doing business with you."

Spider Ham salutes at him and grabs the chipmunk's hand. The two animals run away giggling like two school children.

"That was surprisingly easy."

Spidey nods his head with a soft hum in agreement before turning towards Y/n with a glare.

"So are you gonna apologize about my burger yet."

Y/N rolls their eyes then pushes Spider Ham inside of the lake that they happened to be walking by.

"Hey, I was joking."

Spider Ham just shrugs then looks directly at the screen and sends a sly wink.

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"How is this even possible?"

You continued to look at the unconscious man in shock, part of you wanted to believe that maybe this was Peter's long lost twin or something but the outfit and web shooter told you otherwise.

"There's no way."

You use your hand to move the loose strands from his face when a bright light starts to flash on the three of you.

"What are you doing over there?"

You let out a huge sigh and Miles just freezes in place.

"New training exercises, running from the cops will improve your speed."

You help drape the strange man's arms around your neck as you stand up, almost falling from his weight. Miles panics.

"Are you being serious right now!"

You nod at him with a serious look in your eye.

"Deadly. Either that or go to jail."

Miles takes a moment to think.

"Are you really thinking about this?"

"I'm not good under pressure."

Miles grabs the man's other arm, the one that's web was connected to him and the two of you started to run alerting the cop.

"Hey Freeze! P.D.N.Y. Drop the body!"

"I have an Idea."

Miles takes the man from your arms and drapes him over his shoulder.

"Wrap your arms around my neck and hold on tight."

You look at him like he was crazy, you had a feeling that you knew what he was going to try and there was no way he was going to carry the weight of two people when he could barely swing himself.

"Are you serious?"

Miles looks at the cop behind and faces you with a determined nod.

"Deadly."

You wrap your arms around Miles neck as he maneuvers the man's hand so that it is pointing to a building.

He pressed down on the button in the man's hand and shot out a web. The two of you let out a nervous breath before using the web to swing across the graveyard.

"See you officers!"

Miles shouted out excitedly, however that excitement was short lived because the web didn't go very far.

"Aw C'mon.''

The three of you start to fall from the air almost landing in the street but you quickly activate your rocket shoes before you hit the ground and land safety on your feet.

Miles however was now frantically swinging the strange man around and crashed into the building behind.

You panic a little as the cops flash their lights on him but quickly feel relieved when another web shoots out, Miles practically gets dragged across the snow as the man starts to gain consciousness.

You fly up to stay out of sight from the police and follow Miles from above.

You start to feel bad for the man as he constantly hits his head on things, first it was Peter's grave, then it was a couple of trucks, then the ground. This dude was going through it.

The more you followed them the more you felt worried as they were dragged across the street, cars rushed around them from all sides and at times it looked like they would be hit but they barely skated by.

You hear the two of them yelling over the busy street before the guy gets knocked out again. His face has to be bruised from all the surfaces he hit.

You wanted to try to cut the web but you were scared that they would be hit by a car or something if you did.

The two finally come to a stop and the web snaps making them crash into the ground. You instantly flew down and checked on Miles.

"You okay?"

You go to take off his mask but stop because of the people walking around you.

"I'm okay just a little shaken up."

You let out a relieved sigh, you didn't know why you cared about this kid so much but you chopped up to the fact that you didn't want the new Spiderman to die under your watch.

"Let's get him to my house."

Miles nods as you help the brunette man up.

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"Why aren't we tying him up again? He could be dangerous."

Miles questioned as he watches you clean the wounds on the man's face.

"If I thought he was dangerous he wouldn't be here."

"He shot webs from his hand."

You turn to look at Miles as he pretends to shoot webs knowing that if he actually did he'd probably either break something or get stuck to a wall.

"He hasn't actually done anything bad. I mean you basically beat him up the entire time, I don't think he'll want to mess with you."

Miles nods along with your reasoning but still watches the man with a cautious expression. The man starts to mumble in his sleep and you turn your attention back to him. There was a soft smile on your face, the guy looked like Peter to a T well almost but it was also this fact that caused your smile to fall. How is this even possible? You didn't think that Peter had a twin this had to be him but how could that be? You and Peter always talked about the possibility of a multiverse but could it actually be real?

You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn't notice the man watching you with soft eyes. His brown eyes lit up with recognition and his heart caught in his chest.

You the love of his life sat in front of him breathing. It was hard to believe like the universe was playing a cruel trick on him.

He unconsciously reaches out for you causing you to jump at his touch. He softly whispers out your name as his brown eyes stare into yours.

Miles just stood off to the side watching the whole interaction feeling like he was intruding on something.

"I can't believe you're actually here.''

Tears start to fill your eyes as he sits up and hugs you. This was definitely Peter. He had his warmth, his smile and even though they were a different color those were definitely his eyes.

"I missed you."

He whispered softly which causes you to break down in his arms, all the emotions you felt today, the anger, the fear, the sadness. They all came out the moment Peter spoke to you.

There was an understanding that Peter felt when you cried into his shoulder, he softly rubbed your back and pulled you closer to him. You didn't have to say anything he knew you were living the same life he did back at home, no matter how recent.

"It's gonna be okay. You'll get through this."

Peter starts to speak softly to you. Miles goes to jump in but Peter holds a hand out to him.

Miles nods and leaves the room still feeling worried for you.

After a moment of Peter just holding you, the two of you leave the room to finally have a chat.

You go to grab some ice from your freezer to put on Peter's face as he starts to react to Miles' presence. He looks so confused by the revelation he's come to.

"You're like me."

Peter whispers to himself as Miles clears his throat and deepens his voice.

"I got some questions.''

"Hey you electrocuted me. Y/n he electrocuted me!"

He points an accusing finger at Miles, you laugh at the interaction and place the ice into his hand. He lets out a whispered thanks and takes a seat on the couch.

Peter felt safe with you, if you were here then there was no way this kid was bad even if he gave him bruises.

"Why do you look like Peter Parker?"

Miles tilts his head at him as he takes off his mask, Peter just gives him a look.

"Because I am Peter Parker.''

Miles looks him up and down clearly confused about his statement.

"Then why aren't you dead? And why's your hair different? Why are you older? And why is your body a different shape?"

You laugh at the annoyance that started to show on Peter's face.

"Pretty sure you just called me fat."

"No. No, just-"

"You don't look so hot either kid."

Peter spits back as he glares at Miles. He looks him up and down judging his style.

"Most superheroes don't wear their own merch."

Miles squints his eyes at him for a few seconds before asking more questions.

"Are you a ghost?"

"No."

Peter answers dryly and Miles starts pacing back and forth..

"Are you a zombie?"

"Stop it."

"Am I a zombie?"

"You're not even close."

"Are you from another dimension? Like a parallel universe where things are like this universe but different?''

You start to feel dizzy watching him pace around.

"And you're Spiderman in that universe but somehow traveled to this universe, but you don't know how?"

Peter looks scarily impressed by the Miles.

"Wow. That was just a guess?"

Miles just shrugs.

"Well we learnt about it in physics."

"Quantum Theory, we used to talk about it a lot."

You whispered to yourself but of course Peter heard you.

"This is amazing. You can teach me like Peter said he would."

You frowned a little. Sure you thought Spiderman would be a better teacher but damn.

"What about me?"

Miles looks at you sheepishly.

"You're great and all but you did push me off a building."

"Fair."

"Nope."

Miles and You turn your gazes to Peter.

"Nope?"

"No?"

Peter stands up from the couch holding his hands out.

"I don't even like kids."

"But Peter."

"Sorry to let you down but I'm no teacher. Being Spiderman is a dangerous job and I have no time for babysitting."

Peter turns to leave but Miles steps in front of him defensively.

"But I promised Peter."

"Watch the hand kid not the mouth."

Peter says unfazed by the kid and moves around him, Miles goes to grab his arm causing Peter to unconsciously throw him against the couch.

Peter walks to the window and shoots a web getting ready to swing away when his body starts to glitch out on him. He starts to fall still violently shaking, lucky you still had your rocket boots on. You jumped out the window and caught him before his body hit the ground. Miles looks out of the window with a worried look on his face.

"Is he okay?"

You look down at Peter questioningly. He sighs when the glitching stops before answering.

"No, I'm not."

"What's wrong with you?"

"I don't think my atoms are really jazzed about being in the wrong dimension."

You help him sit against the wall and he starts to glitch again letting out agonizing groans.

"Look I'm not looking for a side gig as a Spiderman coach."

He says as he looks up to see Miles' pleading eyes.

"I got a lot going on in my dimension."

He says bitterly.

"With great power comes great—"

"Don't you dare finish that sentence. Don't do it, I'm sick of it."

Peter points a finger at Miles as he continues to glare at him. He tries to shoot another web but starts to glitch again. You place a hand upon his back giving it a soothing rub. You wait until his eyes meet yours before giving him a pleading look of your own.

"Peter, Please."

Peter tries to look away from your eyes but you grab his chin and force him to look at you. He lets out a frustrated groan.

"Dammit, Y/n."

He knew what you were doing and it was kind of working on him.

"KingPin has a super collider."

"He's going to kill us if we don't stop him."

"What did you just say?"

"He's going to kill us."

Miles says exasperately.

"Who cares about that? Well I care about you."

Peter says as he looks at you before turning his gaze back to Miles.

"Where is this collider?"

"Brooklyn, under Fisk Tower."

Peter nods before waving him.

"Goodbye."

He turns his attention back to you and smiles.

"It was really good to see you again."

"Where are you going?"

Miles asked, confused as to why he was leaving.

"When it runs again, I'll jump in and get back to my life."

"I can't let you do that. If they run it again people could be killed. Peter wants me to destroy it."

"Well I don't want to meet your Peter in the afterlife and have to tell him that I died by glitches."

You catch Miles as he hops from the window. The two of you start following Peter as he tries to walk away.

"Well they can't turn it on anyway because they need the hard drive that we have. It's our override key."

You give Peter a smug look as he turns to look at you. Miles' face instantly falls at the mention of the hard drive, he had hoped you were meaning a different one.

"Please don't make this hard on me, Y/n."

He holds his hand out for the drive but you just shake your head.

"If you go, we go."

You motion to you and Miles. Peter shakes his head.

"Absolutely not. You're not going anywhere near that thing."

"Then neither are you."

Peter groans.

"Why? Why are you doing this to me?"

You shrug. The two of you glare at each other before he finally relents.

"Fine. Just hand me the goober."

"No, because then you'll just leave. I'll carry the drive."

You smirk at him as he frowns and grumbles to himself.

"Fine."

You fly up towards your window feeling satisfied. You instantly go to where you last had the hard drive, you look around the spot confused and then go to look by your computer. You start to check every room, freaking out the more you come up empty handed. You freeze before walking to the window and staring down at Miles. He's already looking at you with a guilty look on his face.

''Show me."

You glare at him. Peter looks confused until Miles pulls out the broken drive from his pocket. You cover your mouth in shock.

"Miles!"

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to."

"See this is why I never had kids."

Peter mutters to himself.

"Can't we make another one?"

Miles looks at you nervously.

"We can't do anything. Thanks to you, I have to re-steal what you guys stole from Alchemax and make another one of these."

Peter says as he walks up the side of the building, feeling frustrated with the whole situation. He throws the useless drive to the ground.

"Deals off."

Miles turns towards him and follows him up the building glaring at his back.

"If I don't turn off the collider after you leave, everyone in this city, My parents, My uncle, Y/n and millions of others will die. And you're just gonna go home and leave me here to figure this out by myself?"

You watch as Miles makes a passion argument to Peter. When Miles mentioned your name, you could tell it hit some part of this Peter.

"You good with that Spiderman?"

Peter stops in his tracks for a bit before shaking it off.

"Yeah."

You fly up to where Peter is and stand in front of him. He stares into your eyes as you give him that same pleading look. Miles finally makes it up the building and stands next to you, leaning his head on your shoulder.

"What are you doing?"

Peter asks as he switches his gaze between you and Miles.

Miles pouts his lip.

"Making you feel guilty."

"I need you, Peter."

Peter already couldn't handle saying no to you but both you and Miles were making this extremely hard on him for no reason. After a while Miles asks.

"Is it working?"

Peter tries to deny but you can tell by the look on his face that it was. You two were slowly getting under his skin. He lets out a sigh full chuckle and shakes his finger at the two of you. He lets out a frustrated yell as he turns from the two of you.

"Alright you two win."

You cheer as Miles looks at him so confused about what happened.

"C'mon we don't have a second to lose."

"Wait! I need a weapon."

"Oh c'mon now seriously?!"

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Rest Under The Stars-TASM!Peter Parker

A/n: hello, I used to go by River-Fics but I recently lost that account. If anyone has reblogged a fic from me (no matter how long ago) please send me a copy of it so I can post it again. It would mean the world.

Summary: after a long night of fighting crime Peter returns to you for comfort.

The stars are brightly lit tonight, showing almost every constellation. You’ve managed to find both dippers and Orion’s belt. However, you’ve forgotten to find any others, opting to just gaze at their beauty. Stargazing has become a new distraction for you while Peter is out fighting crime. It calms your nerves and reminds you you’re under the same moon as him and that he’ll always return.

You close your eyes for a second and as if he had been waiting for a mysterious entrance, you hear a thud and a few grunts. You peek your eye open to see your favorite masked hero stumbling on the roof. You observe the way he regains composure and begins walking over to you, with no limp. He seems strong enough to walk straight so your alarms don’t blare.

“It’s dangerous to be out at night!” He teases, dropping down next to you. He removes his mask revealing a large bruise on his cheek. You quickly sit up and place your hand on his injured cheek, careful enough to avoid the actual bruise. He leans into your touch with a soft smile, it calms your nerves and lets you know he’ll be ok for the night.

“If only I had a hero to keep me safe.” You hum, kissing his lips gently. You pull away after a few seconds and you notice his eyes are full of exhaustion. He’s been fighting all night and now he can finally rest. “Busy night?”

“Is there any other type of night? Got punched like a thousand times.” He laughs, wrapping his arm around you. You rest your head on his shoulder and you’re granted his warmth. You could never understand how Peter could conjure so much heat even on a cold night.

“At least there wasn’t any stabbing this time.” You nudge him and instantly apologize when he winces.

“You’d think that after stabbing me so many times they’d realize I’m just gonna be back the next night.” He glances at you with a small smirk, watching as you laugh at his quips. It’s refreshing seeing as the people he fights don’t exactly appreciate his humor.

There’s a long pause where both of you stare up at the sky, basking in each other’s presence. It brings Peter more joy than anything he could ever think of. Your company brings peace to him and often helps him sleep easier. He can’t wrap his head around why you stay when he makes you worry so much. He can’t count the number of times he’s had to watch you fret over every wound wishing he could be someone else. You’ve learned how to sow just for him so he could get extra hours of sleep instead of hunching over his suit with shaking hands, trying to fit a string through the needle.

“Y/n?” He whispers and you look at him with bright eyes. “I love you.” With those three words, your lips part into a huge smile. It’s not the first time he’s said it, not even the tenth. Somehow it always brings a smile to your face, even during fights.

“I love you too, Mr.Crime Fighter.” You giggle. He places his head on top of yours. He can smell your shampoo which is one of his favorite scents, besides burnt wood.

“When we get married that’ll make you Mrs. Crime Fighter, such a long title.” He adds and you roll your eyes. Even if it’s a joke he sincerely hopes you’re the one he marries, if he lives long enough to even buy a ring. He can’t imagine anyone else being by his side for the rest of his life. The thoughts of ghosting you out of fear for your safety are muted when he’s around you, it’s selfish. He knows that your life could be in danger one day but he also knows you aren’t helpless. He’s seen you fight a few criminals when he was too injured to stand. So, for now, he’ll spend every free second he has with you. He’ll even fall asleep on the roof of your apartment building under the stars if it means you’re happy.

“Pete!” Your voice wakes Peter from his light nap, jolting him up. He’s already alert and ready for anything that might have caused you to call. He’s up on his feet, in a defensive position when a hand plants itself on his shoulder. He recognizes it instantly and turns around to face you. There’s a sympathetic look on your face and he lowers his guard. “I was just trying to wake you so we can go to the apartment.” You inform him.

“Oh, yeah no that is way better than what I originally thought.” He nods and the heaviness of sleep drops back down on him. You tenderly wrap your arms around him and guide him to your apartment.

Once you reach your bedroom without anyone spotting you carrying a maskless Spider-man, you carefully drop him on your bed. He’s quick to remove the tight suit and you open his drawer. You pull out new boxers and a t-shirt, tossing it to him. You head into the bathroom to finish getting ready since you’re already wearing sleep clothes.

You exit the bathroom and see Peter half asleep on top of the covers wearing his new boxers. He’s chosen not to put on a shirt and you can’t complain. You crawl into bed and slowly shake him awake. He gets the hint instantly and joins you under the covers. He snakes his arm around you and instinctually pulls you against his chest. Like the furnace, he is he heats you up just enough to be comfortable.

“Goodnight, Mrs. Crime Fighter.” He slurs already falling back to sleep.

“Night. Mr. Crime Fighter.” You respond with a smile.

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Pollen - tasm!Peter Parker x fem!Reader

Pairing: tasm!Peter Parker x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: SMUT!!! swearing, mentions of experiments? unprotected sex

You and Spidey aren’t exactly friends. He’s the friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man whilst you were - quite possibly - the complete opposite. Spidey stops the little guys: the corner store burglars, the car hijackers, the pick-pockets. You, on the other hand, spend your days tackling organised crime, taking down rings of the worst criminals imaginable and outing people of power as the monsters that they truly were. You were both doing something meaningful, you guessed, but there was no denying that your work was far more important.

Despite your starkly different targets, the two of you often bumped into each other. Tonight, however, both of you were headed to the same place

“Didn’t expect to see you here, Spider-Man.” you mock as he swings his way towards you, planting his feet onto the roof beside you. “Wait,” you pause, sitting up and glaring at the man. “You’re not here with them, are you?”

“With th-what?” he shakes his head. “I’m looking for my bodega guy’s cat.” he states as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Ah, a cat. Of course.” you jokingly nod along, a sigh escaping your lips.

“Always with the attitude.” he says, sliding himself down the unit behind him to sit opposite you. “I’m guessing some real shit is going down here, then?” he says. “It’s never just friendly neighbourhood stuff when you’re involved.”

You let out a hum in agreement, nodding your head before turning back to your binoculars.

After a good few minutes of silence, you assume that Spidey had swung off into the night to continue his own mission (or, cat rescue). Once you turn your head, you’re shocked to see that Spider-Man is still sitting opposite you, peering down onto the buildings below.

“Don’t you have a cat to rescue?” you laugh, placing your binoculars onto the wall beside you.

“I mean - I did.” he shrugs. “But this seems more important.”

He stands up, his tall frame towering over you as he steps towards you before quickly sitting beside you.

“Do you know what’s happening in there?” he says, gesturing to the building that you had been watching.

You contemplate telling him.

He does the little stuff, this isn’t his problem!

Then again, you could use some help.

“Some sort of experiment.” you say, anxiously pulling your knees to your chest. “At first I thought it was some kind of drug ring. They were always carrying plants in and out of the building,” you say. “ I assumed it was just weed so decided to leave it alone. I came back to check it one night, just in case,” you gesture, Spidey nodding along in agreement. “It definitely isn’t weed.”

“What?” Spidey leans in for you to continue.

“I have no idea - but when they carried the plants in this time, they were in full on safety gear. Suits, masks, gloves, the lot. And the plants were in containers.”

“That doesn’t sound good.” he says, nervously rubbing the back of his neck.

“No shit.” you mutter, standing up in an attempt to focus back on the matter at hand.

You hear him shuffle on the spot behind you before he gets up, joining you at your side once again.

“Are we going in there then?”

You turn to face him, a shocked expression on your face at his uncharacteristic brashness. Uncharacteristic when it comes to situations such as this, anyway.

“You aren’t worried about the possibly deadly plants?”

“Eh, we’ll figure something out.”

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You definitely shouldn’t be here - although you guessed if you weren’t, nobody would be.

The two of you had somehow snuck in undetected, currently finding yourselves in a large, dark room lit only by blue overhead lights. Odd looking plants covered the room, one of the walls completely coated in leafy green. There was nothing particularly off putting about it all except for one thing: the smell.

“What do you think it is?” you ask, uncharacteristically close to Spidey, in fear of what you could have possibly stumbled across.

“Uh- I’m not sure,” he stammers. “Look closely, can you see that?”

He gestures to the plant closest to you, his gloved finger flicking one of the leaves.

With a squint, you spot it. There is some sort of dust, a glowing residue surrounding each leaf.

You look back to the man beside you, surprised to see him pulling nervously at his suit.

“Warm?” you tease, chuckling as you walk further into the endless rows of plants.

You hear him shuffling around before you turn your attention back to the plants, looking for any kind of clue to identify them.

“H-hey, don’t get too close” he says, his voice strained as you stare back at him, an amused smirk on your face. “The pl-plants. Get away from them.”

“Come on now, Spidey. Scared of a few plants?” you laugh, although you can’t help but notice the weird tingling sensation slowly growing throughout your body.

You pull at your sleeves awkwardly, suddenly becoming extremely aware of your clothes against your skin.

The two of you catch each other’s eyes as you frantically start tugging at your clothes, your skin desperate for air.

“What’s happening?” you ask as you become increasingly more aware of your bodies.

An intense heat grows between your legs as you edge closer to the suddenly extremely attractive, masked man in front of you. Your eyes scan his frame to find a large imprint on his thigh, the shape begging to be freed.

“W-we need to get o-out of here,” he says, pulling at the neck of his suit so harshly that it could rip any second now.

You grab his hand as he starts to run in an attempt to find an exit, the warmth of his gloved hand against yours too much to endure.

You reach the door you entered through, only to find it locked.

No fucking way.

“You’re joking!” you exclaim, wiping the sweat from your forehead with the back of your equally sweaty hand. “What do we do?”

You stare at Spidey, your eyes unintentionally moving over his entire body as you slide to the floor in defeat.

“I think you know, (y/n).”

Feeling his eyes on you, you move your focus back to his masked face.

You don’t even attempt to fight the feeling as you begin pulling your clothes off, tugging your shirt over your head in an attempt to dispel the ever growing heat on your skin.

“Is this a good idea?” you ask as you shimmy out of your jeans, leaving you in just your underwear, crawling desperately onto his lap.

“Probably not,” he answers, lifting the bottom of his mask to reveal his lips before pulling you closer.

In an instant your lips are on his, tasting the sweat and saliva and everything good as his tongue searches your mouth for something, anything.

His lips feel as though they were made just for you, although that may just be the chemicals talking.

Unable to control yourself, you grind against his thigh, eliciting the most wanting noise from his throat.

“Fuck. What are we doing?” he pants as he grinds up against you, his hands sliding frantically up your back.

“I think you know, Spider-Man.” you mock as you continue to move on him. “Take this off,” you whisper into his mouth, pulling at his skin tight suit.

He moves his hands to undo the zip, quickly pulling it down before returning his hands to you, rubbing them against your thighs.

You tug at the suit, managing to reveal his toned chest, letting your hands explore the new found skin.

“I can’t hold back much longer,” he breathes. “I need you, (y/n).”

The sound of his voice uttering your name echoes around your head, going straight the bundle of nerves between your legs.

“What are you going to do about it?” you tease, although you’d guess that you were just as desperate as him.

“Always such a tease,” he utters before standing up, lifting you up with him.

You wrap your legs around his waist as he carries you over to one of the counters, pushing off several of the plant pots as he plants you onto the surface.

Before you can even comprehend it, his suit is fully off (bar his mask), his hand on his solid, lengthy cock.

Your eyes widen at its size before Spidey’s gentle chuckle pulls your attention back to the rest of him.

“Where have you been hiding that?” you ask, a teasing smile on your face, although your legs pulling him closer give you away.

He gives a playful nod before ripping your underwear from you, the air on your vulva easing the intense heat, if only slightly.

“Are you done being a brat?” he says, his tip brushing against your wetness.

In an instant, any mocking or teasing thoughts are vanquished from your brain and replaced only with desire.

“I want you.” you whisper.

“Good girl.”

With no hesitation, he pushes into you. The two of you make a unanimous sound of pleasure as his cock stretches you - you’re too hungry for him to even notice any pain.

Using your legs, you pull him in even tighter, his dick just brushing the spot.

As he pushes in and out of you, your desperation only grows.

“Harder, Spidey.” you pant, your hands sliding up to his neck.

“Call m-,” he interrupts himself with a groan. “Call me Peter.”

You don’t think twice about the fact the mysterious Spider-Man has just revealed his name to you, only that you want Peter to fuck you much harder, much faster than he currently is.

“Fuck me, Peter.”

Suddenly, his speed picks up and the sounds - oh god the sounds! He’s moaning and panting and you’re oh so wet.

You begin to grind yourself upwards, meeting him in the middle of each thrust as his hands leave all sorts of marks up your thighs and into your waist.

A tight knot starts to form inside of you as Peter hits all of the right places.

Your fingertips find strands of hair at the base of his neck as he leaves kisses all over your chest. Desperate for something to tug on, your hands sneak under the back of his mask, spreading your fingers to pull at his hair. Peter pounds into you as your fingers make their way up his head, your knuckles slowly edging his mask upwards and off of him.

Peter makes no attempt to stop you as you push the mask off of him, revealing his - unbelievably gorgeous - face.

Instantly, your fingers push deeper into his hair as his lips plant kisses up your neck, eventually finding your lips once again.

“Peter,” you moan into his mouth, a guttural noise escaping his lips in return.

“I’m so close,” he breathes, pushing deeper into you.

“Wait for me,” you utter, the knot in your stomach becoming even tighter.

“I-I-fuck, (y/n),” he moans, his thrusts becoming more sporadic as he loses all composure.

You tug tighter on his hair as the knot comes undone, your moans filling the room.

As you feel yourself coming, Peter’s movements become slow, his warm liquid pouring into you.

“Peter,” you moan, your hands releasing his hair, your arms falling to your chest.

Slowly, he pulls out of you, causing a mixture of the two of your liquids to spill out of you.

His eyes scan the room before he finds what he was looking for, picking up your underwear from the floor and wiping any juices from your skin.

You hum in thanks before he tosses the underwear to the side.

“I guess we have to leave them some sort of evidence that their freaky plants work.” Peter laughs. You shake your head in response, a smile on your face as you stand up from the counter.

A/N i had noooo idea how to end this so i hope it’s okay! also sorry for being gone for months, your girl has been working - gotta make that money!

#tasm!spiderman x reader #spiderman x reader #spiderman #tasm!spiderman #tasm peter parker #tasm smut #tasm peter parker x reader #pollen #peter parker pollen #fic requests #send requests #marvel #marvel spiderman #pollen smut #pollen fic

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themeowmeowhehe · 7 months

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{"Let the light in..."}

|Peter b parker x girlfriend reader|

Summary: Peter comes back home after a long exhausting night of crime fighting and missing you.

"Cause I love to love to love to love you."

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It was a late Sunday night. The streets of New York were finally free frome crime and the only sound being shops closing for the night and car engines being turned off. The moon was full and out tonight, so beautiful. Your window was unlocked and slightly opened. You knew how much Peter hated that. Someone could get in, but you always reassured him you'd be okay. He always believed you but made sure to check in on you during the day in secret.

You calmly laid on your side of the bed while your boyfriends side remained empty and cold. The warm blanket hugging you and serving as the only warmth at the moment and the soft moonlight brushing against your hair since you were turned away.

Meanwhile-- Peter sighed heavily as he swung from building to building, making his way back to your apartment. He was happy and relieved to finally be able to smell your calming and welcoming scent and feel your body in his arms, the softness and calming of your voice whispering out his name. As he reached closer, he frowned at the sigh of your bedroom window slightly cracked open and the curtain moved out of the way completely. He pushed the window up and crawled in. Taking off his mask and throwing it onto God knows where, he walked closer to the bed and stood beside your closed eye figure. He knew you weren't asleep. He crouched down and gently ran a hand through your hair and kissed your forehead. "I'm home." You took in his words and slightly opened your eyes. You looked at his messy hair and smiled weakly. "I can see that. Hi baby." You softly cooed. Peter smiles.

He stood back up and began to remove his spider suit. Walking over to the dresser and pulling out some shorts before putting them back away. He didn't need to cover up. You both were far into your relationship where he didn't need to still wear shorts and a t-shirt in bed with you. Considering he loves it when you only sleep in your undergarments. He takes off his suit completely and immediately jumps onto the bed, slightly baking you bounce and yelp. Peter chuckles and wraps his arms around your waist and nuzzles his face onto your neck. You softly smile and snuggle closer to him.

"You tired?"

"I'm always tired."

"I know. But, you seem more tired than usual. You usually shower after getting back."

"Yeah..but I'm too tired. Plus, your awfully too warm."

"Is that so?"

"Mhm..also what did I tell you about leaving the window unlocked and opened?"

You sighed and rolled on the bed, now facing him. Your noses touching. "Peter, nothing and no one is going to get in. I already told you. Plus, how are you going to get in?" Peter frowned at you words and rolled his eyes. "I can simply knock on the window." "Yeah, but if you wait for me to get up and walk over to the window then someone could see you and know where spiderman lives." "Fair point, but still. I don't need anyone coming in and taking my beautiful girl." Peter murmurs and leans closer, placing a small kiss onto your lips. You giggle against his and bring a hand up to cup his cheek, Peter weakly smiles and leans into your touch.

"Can we close the window now?"

"Let the light in petey. It's a full moon."

"But you are my light. I don't need the moonlight when I have you."

You softly blush at his words and you kiss his lips gently with passion. Peter softly groans into the kiss and brings a hand to tangle into your hair. Once the both of you pull away, he rolls over and hovered above you, the mattress sinking with both your weight on one side. "God I can't get enough of you and your kisses. How did I end up with such a flower?" "Well, your fault you bumped into me." "But it was worth it. If I didn't, then I wouldn't be kissing these beautiful lips and neither would I be hovering above you like this." Peter murmured against your lips.

"Your a dork, you know that?"

"But I'm your dork. Aren't I?"

"Of course you are. Who else would I want to be my dork?"

"Just hush hon. Let's sleep I'm tired."

"Soo..do you still want the window closed?"

"...meh..let the light in."

#Spotify #sorry its so short #peter b parker #peter parker #into the spider verse #earth 616 #spiderman #oneshot #peter benjamin parker #x female reader #x reader #lana del rey #let the light in

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stackthedeck · 1 year

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happy birthday! i got somethin for ya. consider: petermatt or mattfoggy suspension bondage

anon light and love of my life thank you so much!! Listen you can't put bondage and Peter Parker in the same thought and not expect me to go "oh web bondage"

Peter's lips are insistent on Matt's mouth, his throat, his wrists. His hands bruise Matt's hips as he's pressed against a wall—a roof shed, a convenient place to take a break. The tips of his fingers are cold, cold enough to remind Matt that Peter is a little less than human. The spider is hungry and his web is inviting.

"Peter," Matt gasps as he pulls away from the kiss, "maybe we should go back to my place, get out of these suits."

Peter's mouth is back on his throat, kissing and sucking dark bruises into Matt's skin that leave his legs weak. Peter's hands come up to the collar of Matt's suit, pulling it down with a deafening rip, tearing through kevlar like it's made of tissue. His mouth finds the pulse point and bites with teeth that Matt would call fangs if he could think right now. But he can't think right now, not with Peter's hand on his throat and threatening to squeeze. Matt collapses against the brick wall of the rooftop, hands shaking as they wrap around Peter's waist, bringing him down with him.

"Oh, I'm getting you out of the suit," Peter chuckles.

"Use the zipper, asshole," Matt says.

"So needy," Peter huffs, but undoes the zipper, pulling the top part of the Daredevil suit off.

Matt grabs at the back of Peter's suit, but he grabs his hands, pinning them over his head. His grip is bruising and Matt strains against it, just to make him grip tighter.

"Hold it, hornbread," Peter says, voice low as he whispers into his ear, "this is suit is one piece, don't need to add public indecency to my list of crimes. I hear this neighborhood has a vigilante that's real tough on crime."

"I heard he's a little tied up at the moment," Matt laughs, but Peter doesn't laugh back.

"Now...that's the best idea you've had all night."

"Wait what—?"

Peter lifts him by the wrists with one hand, while the other hoists him up higher by the hip. Before Matt can process what's happening, there's something cold and sticky around his wrist. His feet dangle in the air and brick cuts into his bare back. Peter has his feet planted on the wall next to Matt's hips, crouched over him as his fingers trace over the webs with reverence.

"Is this alright?" Peter asks.

More than alright. Being suspended and helpless sends his heart racing. And from the sound of Peter's heartbeat, the smell of his sweat and adrenaline, Peter's likes it too. He licks his lips, tongue catching on a too sharp canine.

"Yeah," Matt gasps, "although it feels a bit like I'm prey—"

Peter cuts him off with another kiss, sucking his lips between his teeth and biting. Matt moans against his lips, pleasure and pain mixing into one, the sound quickly silenced by Peter's tongue in his mouth. Matt can feel Peter's cock, already hard and eager against his stomach as he presses him into the wall. His hand never leaving the webs around his wrist.

"That's the idea," Peter laughs, the noise light and warm, so different than the desire building instead of Matt.

Peter steps down the wall, moving Matt's feet so that they're tucked beneath his ass. The stretch of it is almost painful, more so as Peter pulls his legs apart. He webs his feet down. Matt strains against the bounds, but the only thing he can move is his hips, arching his back as the brick cuts into his skin.

"Caught in your web," Matt laughs, but the words come off too earnest, too desperate.

Peter makes a pleased hum, the sound more vibration than noise and Matt wants to feel it against his chest more than hear it.

He presses himself against Matt as he kisses and bites at his neck, tasting how his heart beats out of control as he sucks at his pulse point. All the while, Matt's cock is hard and aching in his pants and he's never hated the stiff kevlar more. Peter is oblivious to his need, rubbing himself against Matt's thigh, cock still clothed in spandex and wetting the fabric.

"P-Peter, please," Matt says, unsure what he's begging for. Begging for his own relief or maybe Peter's cock in his mouth, hot and burning and human, unlike his fingers and lips. Begging for Peter out of that suit and inside of him. Begging for—

"I've got you," Peter says. The words would be comforting coming from anyone else, but coming from him, they sound like a threat, a promise.

Peter's hand struggles to get the buckle of Matt's pants undone. It'd be so much easier with two hands, but Peter's other hand won't leave the webs around Matt's wrist, stroking over skin and silk as if he could mold them into one.

He finally gets his hand down Matt's pants and takes his cock in his hand. Matt moans, despite Peter's hard grip and rough strokes. He thrusts his hips up into his fist, the rough drag of brick against his back only adding to the heat growing in the base of his stomach.

Peter laughs, his breath hot against Matt's ear. "Jesus, you're really into this, aren't you?"

"Shut up," Matt growls, hips still desperately searching out the hot friction of Peter's hand. "why don't you use that mouth for something other than bad jokes."

Peter stills his hand, but keeps his grip tight. Matt practically keens, but his cock is still achingly hard and weeping pre-come.

"I could leave you like this," Peter whispers, "maybe web the rest of you down. Really make sure you're caught in my web." He says the phrase sarcastically with a dark chuckle like it doesn't turn him on just as much as Matt.

"Keep you here for as long as I want." Peter's hand squeezes Matt's wrists still cover in webs. "Suck you dry like a real spider. I wonder what would dissolve first, you or the webbing?"

"Peter, please—"

Peter starts stroking Matt's cock again, hard and fast, almost painful. It's in perfect contrast to the delicate touches gliding over Matt's hands and wrists, every sensation amplified through the webs. It's over too fast and it goes on for eternity. Matt finishes with a cry that Peter barely seems to register, just continuing to stroke him through his orgasm, never taking his hand off the webs.

"So," Matt says through shuddering breaths, "you mentioned something about being sucked dry?"

Peter takes Matt's jaw in his hand, the one that was previously on his cock. Matt really can't bring himself to care right now, especially when Peter's kissing him again and pressing his hard cock against his thigh, just barely stopping himself from grinding desperately.

"How about you return the favor first," Peter says.

"Do you want me to do it while you're upside down?"

"I told you that in confidence!"

#asks #my fanfic #spideydevil #smut #peter parker #matt murdock #daredevil #spiderman #this ended up being just a little more than 1k nice!!#might edit and add stuff and post to ao3 later

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henrysglock · 6 months

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Having some kind of meta thoughts now that Joyce is on the table re: Betty.

Betty being a teaser name for Patty and Joyce (?) together. Two sides of the same coin under one name. One being the goody-two-shoes principal's daughter, and the other being the rebellious preacher's daughter. Both of them stubborn as hell.

Peter being a teaser name for Henry and One together. Two sides of the same coin under one name. One of them being sensitive child Henry and the other being his shadow/alternate, Edward. Both of them with powers and questionable morals by the time 1979 comes around.

George being a teaser name for Henry and someone else, possibly Alan Munson. We know almost nothing about Al, except for the fact that he's got criminal tendencies, which points to him being something of an outcast town freak like Eddie. Henry "sensitive" Creel being reserved and intense and awkward but not at all looking like the criminal type. (I can't wait to read more about Al in the Eddie book.)

Eddie Munson and El both being blamed for Vecna's kills, just differently, one because he's the town freak who happened to be at the scene of the crime and the other because she has dangerous powers. They're both outcasts, but oppositely. She's painfully awkward and shy and trying to lie her way through, he's obnoxious, quirky-charming, and painfully Himself.

There's something in it, I can smell it.

#rambles #st tfs

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there-goes-my-sanity · 1 year

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Watched the Teen Wolf Movie. Took Notes.

Okay Liam randomly moved to Japan with a Kira stand in

and keeps the nogitsune in a box..on a shelf...in a restaurant

Guy wants to set the nogitsune free...obvi bad idea but you do you boo.

So the firefighters let a civilian go into a collapsing building instead of just tranquilizing the dog?

“no, like a wolf” brilliant writing Jeff truly. (sarcasm)

I do like the intro art at least

“I’ll have kids one of these days”..dude your like 26 chill out

Also...your 26, you don’t know what the word wistful means? mr, SAT?

of course there’s a handy ritual that has to be done before the next full moon

You think Lydia wouldn’t triple check her work before handing it off to someone?

make one of the two black characters a cop?

we’re putting the dirt in...a handkerchief? no has a ziplock or something? also who carries around a handkerchief?

i know the nematon is magical or whatever but surly someone could hop on google maps?

so they don’t know how to do the ritual?

didn’t they turn jackson into a werewolf? why does he still have a tail and venom?

i must say jackson is killing it with the quippy one liners

so eli can’t shift? is this a plot point?

what the fuck. i did not need to see malia and parish fuck. what the fuck. is this necessary to the plot. what kind of whiplash writing

wait. so chris is the nogitsune?

Deaton had a plan to release the nogitsune from argent...but not a plan to catch it? seriously?

the sword...disappeared into the tree...that happened

oh and now it’s glowing

coach!!!

has eli said anyone’s name this entire time?

uhh why are allison’s nails painted?

of course the one cop left at the station is a kitsune...how handy

there just happens to be an outfit that fits allison in the weapons bunker?

don’t you dare say divine move without stiles you bastards.

derek shouldn’t be having trouble beating up allison. like...he’s a wrewolf

does derek not heal anymore?

that is the worst fake gun noise i have ever heard

why does peter just have a blowtorch?

also, the man was set on fire..twice you think he’d be that comfortable around it? really?

why the fuck is it always raining

why did the cars blow up? there wasn’t anything to light the gasoline

she didn’t have any arrows in her quiver during her fight with eli...but suddenly has a bunch after scott shows up

i have to say, argent, peter, and mamma mcall is a great teamup.

give me a buddy cop movie of these three solving supernatural crimes

whelp there goes liam and the kira stand in

did deaton just pull out a taser wand?

it’s nice that everyone dissapears slowly enough to say once last thing to their loved one

“i can do this”...immediatly gets stabbed

it’s daylight now? and they’re on a cliff apparently?

what the fuck is peter doing.

rowan trees...why does jackson know what rowan trees are and what they smell like?

scott keeps a picture of alilson in his wallet? like, buddy move on

didn’t derek have to like burn wolfsbane and put the ash into his wound?

was the nogitsune always so...growly sounding?

eli obviously spends time with stiles..no one is that sarcastic without spending time with him

scott bro seriously move on

the chemistry teacher? with no explanation to his aliveness?

coyotes came into the house? what the fuck kind of story is that?

so jackson doesn’t heal?

so the entire plan hinges on lydia’s pain over STILES???

“that’s greenburg” goddamit coach is killing it

what is with no one keeping their supernatural abilities up to par?

okay the fact that it took Lydia saying allison’s name and not scott to remember her life was a nice touch

geez i think one arrow to the heart was enough

he was much creepier with the wrappings on

why does he have green blood?

did parrish just send derek to hell? or like cremate him really quickly? how does his fire thing work exactly?

“from that moment on we were brothers”...except the part where you turned him in for murder?

so the jeep is a metaphor for derek now?

are we forgetting that eli doesn’t have a license? they stated that at the beginning of the movie

“remember who you are” okay mufasa

well that was an experience.

#teen wolf #teen wolf movie #scott mcall #derek hale #stiles #what the fuck did i just watch #lydia #liam dunbar

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bellastay99 · 2 months

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STRAY KIDS IN...

Stray Kids x Fem!agent

Hunter Kids: Chapter 1

Summary: You're a cop, a good one, works in narcotics and is about to be transferred to the violent crimes. There were plenty of reports from civilians about a strong smell coming from the sewer, it could be smelled from the houses and street. The police detected a drug substance in that smell and now they are investigating.

*At the police station*

You- *looking at some files*

Gary- Y/n, my angel, we found something! *Ran to you from his desk*

You- What? *He immediately showed his phone* What the…?

Gary- They found a small lab that was making methamphetamine! That is the exact component our lab found in the air!

You- Yeah, make sense…*hold his phone looking at some photos of a empty place, almost empty* But… Why empty? I mean, they took everything.

Gary- You think it was on purpose?

You- Release such a strong and toxic smell on the neighborhood … then vanish. They may have moved and are trying to slow our investigation.

Gary- Well, they need to release the smell somewhere, right?

You- Yeah… but why now? When did they get here? We need to go to the sewer and investigate, maybe we find something about where they are. Get a map for me.

Gary- Yes, lieutenant!

You- I'll talk to the captain!

*In the captain's room*

Captain- We already investigated the sewers, we found the lab.

You- Yes, but we need to see if we have any clue of where they go…

Captain- Yes…but we need to focus on the things up here. We can't send a crew to the sewers, after the blackout incident, our cops are extremely busy.

You- Yes, I know…. How many people died, sir?

Captain- 15 people…we don't know what caused that, but the gangs vanish to clean everything they can…someone broke the router, it wasn't a coincidence. Now, until the knew router comes, our cops need to be on the streets.

You- Maybe the drug dealers also vanish to run away?

Captain- Of course and we can't focus on that…not now…

*Your pride didn't not want to leave this case behind, so, a day later, you were at the sewers by yourself, trying to look for someone more*

You- *find the lab all taped with warning signs* Ok… *look around with the flashlight*

*Approaches a table, looked down and saw a small key, you grab it investigating*

You- Huh…Interesting…*hear footsteps and voices* Shit! *Turn off the lights and hide inside of a locker*

??- I can't believe you left it here!

??- But I know it is here! *Stop walking* Oh shit, the cops already found us?

??- So find the fucking key and let's go!

You- Shit shit shit…! *whisper to yourself*

??- I-I don't remember! *Starts to search* Maybe on the table? I remember that Peter left on the table before the evacuation!

??- Find. The. Fucking. Key!

??- Ok! I got it! Just help me too, God dammit!

??- Look on the ground and I'll look in the lockers.

You- *cover your mouth and pick up the phone trying to call Gary*

??- *open a locker beside you* Nothing… The boss is gonna kill us! God damn, Husky!

Husky- Look at the locker! And shut up!

Gary- Hello? Y/n? Are you ok?!

*You let him hear the men voices*

Husky- Wait…*look at the other* Did you hear that?

??- What?

Husky- A voice…*go to you locker*

*You immediately try to turn off the call, cause Gary was talking too loud, but you accidentally let the phone fell with your shaking hands*

Husky- What the fuck?! *Open the locker and you get a knife, he only smiled* Aaaaaa…. That's such a nice visit.

??- *laughs* A knife? Against two? I don't think so.

Husky- Come here, sweety, nicely… *you attack him with the knife stabbing his arm and run away in desperate* AAH! SON OF-!! RYAN!

Ryan- *starts to chase you* COME BACK!

You- Shit shit shit shit!!!!! *Try to find your phone* SHIT! I dropped! Fuck! *Look around* Where's the exit…?!

Ryan- COME HERE, BABY! HAHAHAA!

You- *You turn around and immediately get your taser shooting him* !!

Ryan- AAH! *he stopped, but not for long, he take off the taser in his body* You little piece of shit, that hurts…!

You- No no no! *Tries to loaded*

Ryan- So you're a cop, huh? *Laughs* That's fun … if you run away again, I'll hurt you really bad…

Husky- *arrive tired* She's a cop?! The boss is gonna like that! *Laughs* Come, baby, slowly and nicely…we don't wanna fight, ok?

You- *aim the taser on them* !!!

Ryan- If you shoot that again… I'll hurt you…*slowly approaching*

You- Go away!

Husky- Nobody is gonna hear you, baby, come…!!! *You shoot at him* AARGH! *Fell on the ground*

Ryan- *sighs* I warned you…!! *He ran to you and before you could react, he grab you from the clothes throwing you in the ground* I fucking warned you, bitch!

*Ryan tries to grab your arms and take off from his jacket a cable tie, but your don't stop moving*

Ryan- Husky! Hold this bitch!

Husky- Shit…! Holy shit ..! *Take off the taser and stands up* That hurts!

*Husky put his knees on your shoulder heavily, making you scream out of pain. They succeed in tie you up and Husky grab you putting over his shoulder while Ryan also tie your feet*

Ryan- Let's go… we are gonna have to have a lot of fun tonight! *Laughs*

You- FUCK YOU! *Starts to struggle on his shoulder*

Husky- God! Damn! Stop! *Throw you on the ground making you hurt your back and hands* And shut the fuck up!

You- *in pain* Fuck you…!

Ryan- *sighs annoyed and approaches* I have a idea…

*He kneeled and punch your face twice until you get unconscious*

Ryan- Done…grab her and take her to the van.

Husky- And the key?

Ryan- We're gonna make her talk.

=Hours later=

*You open your eyes tied up in a chair, it looks like a basement around you, everything too quiet and the only thing you could hear was a water sound*

You- Shit…! *You try to stay calm and look around* Where the hell…?

??- So we found a cop? *The door opens up and at least 5 men come in* Oh, there she is!

Ryan- Isn't she pretty, boss?

??- Ooh she is cute…*approaches and hold your face* She's my style…Honey, did you find a small key there?

You- I don't know what y-! *With his other hand, he slap your face strongly and holds your face again* I don't know!

??- I can make worse things with you, It would pleasure me and hurt you *smirk* You better be quick.

You- Fuck you ..!

Husky- She's trying to be tough *laughs* How cute…

??- That key is very…very important for us, girl… and you lied to us *he show you the key* Cause I found it in your pocket.

You- *roll eyes, of course they would find* Awesome, now you let me go.

??- Naaah…never, you're a cop…the investigation is going on. We need to know what you guys know.

You- *look away*...

??- Tell me…TELL ME! *grab your neck*

You- Fuck you and your fucking dirty money! *Spit on him*

??- … *sighs cleaning his face* I'll do the dirty work. *Stands up and immediately give you two punch on the face* For every word that has no relation with the answer I want, things will get worse and I'm not afraid in murder a cop *he grab your hair making you look at him* What do you know about us?

You- *your body was shaking with your face already bleeding* I rather die…

??- Well, that's easy…!! *Keep holding your hair* Give me the knife.

You- *your heart starts to beat faster*...!!

??- You're scared? *Laughs and holds the knife against your neck* Your wish is my desire…But I really need information.

You- *quiet*

??- Ok…I don't understand why you are so loyal to your colleagues, or whatever they are…*Sighs* I'm gonna have to make you speak, so sad…such a pretty face.

*He gave you two consecutives punches, making your chair fall and he immediately starts to kick your stomach and step on you*

??- I SAID! SPEAK! *Gave a final kick and step back out of breath* She really wants to die… guys, pick her up, we gonna have a torture section… a long one.

*Outside this place, you're in a fish farm, a place isolated from the city. Two black Ferrari's stopped in front of the place, 8 guys step out looking around*

Han- A fish farm?

Seungmin- Yeah, they gave money to the owners… Now they're hidden here.

Chris- Remember, we're not the bad guys here… *putting his beanie* We're just doing the dirty work.

Felix- I don't understand why we have to be part of this…

Changbin- We don't need to… but human trafficking and drugs are not enough, Yongbok? *Laughs*

Felix- We are not the cops…

Chris- The boss has his reasons and we just obey. Let's go.

Minho- *putting fight gloves* That's gonna be a mess…

*Inside, you were tired and bleeding alone in that empty place, tied up in the chair. The place smells like fish and you could only hear the sound of the water. You see your blood dripping to your pants. You looked around and felt a burning pain in your wrist, making you almost scream, but you hold it. They burned your wrist with something that looked like a number, a code… like a fucking cattle. You notice that they may have gone away, so you desperately try to release your hands from the tie, but the burning sign was rubbing in the rope, making you almost scream again*

You- Fuck…*you look around the dark place* Shit… *look to the ceiling taking a deep breath* I'm dead…

*You felt a flashlight in your face and you immediately look it*

Han- Aaah guys? I found a woman?

You- *smiles* Oh my…! I'm saved! Hey! Help me! Please! *You try to jump with the chair and starts to cry* Please! Get me out of here…!!

Chris- *point the flashlight and approaches* Hey hey, calm down… you're ok now…*hold the flashlight on his mouth and grab the knife*

Hyunjin- This must be a trap … *looking around*

Minho- A trap or not, she's in danger *Go help Chris*

Chris- *release you and hold your burned wrist* She was marked too… take her to the car.

??- Look who finally appeared! And where are you going with my favorite product? *appears in the entrance* You can't steal things from others…you bad kids *laughs*

Chris- So, it was a trap.

Hyunjin- I told you … *sighs preparing to fight*

Jeongin- You hurt an innocent woman… How do you want to sell a bruised woman, Hyunjae?

Hyunjae- Simple, selling… The only scar I made on her is the burning code. That's all. The mafia leaders like a tough girl these days, to handle the fights and wars? A police officer, just like her, will be sold at a very good price.

Chris- *surprised* Officer? God dammit, Hyunjae! You got shit in your head?!

Hyunjae- She is the intruder… she asks for it.

You- Ooh fuck you! You moron! *Tries to approche in anger, but Minho hold you*

Hyunjae- That's the spirit, my love! *Laughs and men starts to appear everywhere* So… *approaches you, but Minho move you behind him* If you please, give back my girl, I already have someone interested in her.

Minho- *quiet just facing* …

Hyunjae- Oh...well… that the face of a fighter, Lee Minho *laughs* You don't even know the girl! Give it to me.

Minho- *step back back with you*...

Hyunjae- You animal…I think we have to do this in a bad way. Kill those stray kids.

*The men ran into the boys with metal pipes and a fight started, no guns, only wrists. Minho ran with you to the back of the place, punching faces and protecting you. One of the men attacks Minho with the pipe hitting him on the head, making him get dizzy, almost falling. You took the front line attacking the man with several punches and kicked his knee strongly, breaking his bone. The man screams and you grab his pipe looking at Minho*

You- Come on!

Minho- …?? *He was looking to you in surprise* Oh ok, yeah! Go to the backdoor!

*In the middle of the fight, you could see Changbin use two pipes beating the shit out of every man and laughing like a maniac*

Changbin- Come for more! HAHAHA! COME ON!

*Chris, a trained boxer, was beautifully fighting and with no bruises. Han, fast and strong as he is, use hands and kicks to defeat every guy, having a little trouble, but he could handle it. On the other hand, Jeongin was in a more empty part of the place fighting against one single man and…well, he was drowning him in a fish pool, soon the man wasn't breathing anymore and he ran to help Hyunjin that was being beaten by five guys in the ground. Seungmin is better than it looks, he loves to use obstacles and everything as his favor, throwing chairs and making them fall in the fish pool, having more time to act against the others, and is great at boxe too. Felix, a quiet and calm fighter, could do it with his hands on his pocket. He is always with a lollipop in a fight, using his flexible and strong taekwondo kicks.*

*In the back, Minho and you found more men coming from the backdoors. Both fought together inside of a small office, you pipe them while he punches with his powerful boxe strength. Getting out of the place, Minho spotted Hyunjae running away with his car.*

You- We should do something?!

Minho- No…We get him later. To the cars, come on.

You- Wait! The others!

Minho- They'll be fine, trust me.

*In the moment he enter the car with you, the seven others open the front door running away from a bunch of more men, Changbin was in the front screaming*

Changbin- TURN ON THE CAR! TURN! ON! THE! CAAAAR!

Minho- Shit! *He open the doors and turn on the car* What the fuck happened?! *Changbin enter the car with Hyunjin, Jeongin and Felix, everybody squished*

Changbin- Just go! GO!

*The rest were in trouble to get in the car, so Minho sped up against the enemy group making them fall back on the ground, making Chris, Seungmin and Han have time to enter the car and go away from there. The two cars ran away*

Jeongin- *look at Hyunjin with his hand on the side of belly* Hyung? You're ok?

Hyunjin- Yeah…! Is just a…small cut! *He speaks agonizing*

Jeongin- *notice the bleeding* Hyung! You're bleeding!

*At the moment the youngest one said that terrified, Minho speed up*

*In the other car*

Chris- *notice Minho's speed* Something happened…*also speeds up*

Seungmin- What are we gonna do with the girl?

Chris- *sighs* I don't know… she got the code, they'll try to look for her. Once the woman has that burning mark, it means that she practically sold it.

Han- That's fucking sick… *feel pain on his arm* Where did they get so many pipes?

Chris- The girl stays with us… we are no heroes, but she's just an innocent woman in the wrong time, wrong day, wrong place.

Seungmin- We are mafia, or whatever they call us… if they find us and if she notices that we are criminals, she'll call the cops!

Chris- She won't if we don't say that we are criminals… she will have a lot of questions, for sure. Let me answer.

Han- Come on! We are not…criminals! Hunting dogs!

Seungmin- Criminals.

Han- Dammit!

Seungmin- But…hyung, I don't think it is a good idea.

Chris- Trust me… we saved her life and she needs to be protected now, they're going to come after her and us.

Continue...

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Because You Need Me

My revenge against @imyoursavinggrace so you can thank her for this😇🥰

Summary: "C'mon." Tony stood up, holding his hand out to slowly help Peter up and steadying him with a gentle grasp when he swayed dizzily. "You need to get back home, Pete. You're hurt and you could have a concussion."

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Swinging through the New York streets, Peter almost felt normal again.

Maybe he could if he ignored the itchy, wrong feeling that the cheap spandex of his suit left on his skin, he could hear Karen's voice updating him on current crimes in progress.

If he ignored the reason for his Web fluid being slightly too sticky, he could pretend that he was on his way to the tower to work on tweaking the new formula.

If he ignored the inky darkness of the sky above, he could imagine May waiting for him to swing back to the apartment after his evening patrol.

If he ignored the too bright lights and smells, he could almost feel like he was back in 2017, squeezing in one last patrol before he and May went to stay with Tony and Pepper during Christmas.

If he ignored the events of the last year, of the last five years, he could pretend he was on his way to Tony to show him the latest A that he got in Spanish.

But he couldn't. He couldn't just ignore any of it. He couldn't ignore the loss, disguise it under wishful thoughts and ghosts long gone.

Peter was stuck in the present and all too aware of the gaping holes and quiet pain that constantly lingered in the cracks of his mind. There was little that could distract from it and the struggles he faced now.

Shooting another web as he rounded the corner in a slightly clumsy arc, Peter caught sight of the two people cornering a smaller figure down an alleyway, tugging at a backpack between them. In moments, he had adjusted his swing, brushing almost too closely past another building and dropping his web to land in a crouch just to the side of the two men and the teenager, a boy who couldn't have been much younger than him.

"Hey!"

The men turned their attention to him, a knife brandished by one man as the other snarled. "Great, the spider idiot is here."

Peter stepped towards them, angling himself and blocking the younger teen from them, making sure to keep himself between them and the knife. He turned some of his focus to the frozen teenager and nudged him towards the entrance of the alleway.

The boy scrambled to grab the backpack that had been dropped when Peter landed and darted out of the alley without a backwards glance to either of the three left behind him.

Knife guy lunged towards Peter as soon as he realised that the teen had gotten away, the hand with the knife swinging wildly at him. Peter ducked out of the way, momentarily forgetting the second man as he swung forward and knocked Knife Guy off balance and webbed him and the knife to the wall of the alleway.

Peter stumbled slightly as Knife Guy's friend rammed into his side and before he could right himself, he was shoved back to the opposite side of the alleyway. At the same time, he saw the man swing a knife of his own towards him before it stabbed into his shoulder. The weight of the man and the impact of the knife stabbing him had him falling backwards, head hitting the wall and darkness flooding in.

Peter came back to consciousness to the sticky feeling of blood drying in the spandex arm and chest of his suit and the soft, almost nonexistent feeling of a hand cradling his head through his mask. Another one pressing light pressure on his shoulder, although he could barely feel it.

He blinked, vision swimming as he took in the figure crouched in front of him.

"Hey, Kid. What have I told you about getting stabbed or sleeping on the job?" Tony smirked at him, although there was concern clear in his eyes.

"Mr Stark? Wha- I- How are you here?" Peter rasped, body tensing as he jostled his shoulder. It wasn't healed as much as it would usually be, he could feel it, but it had at least stopped bleeding.

"I'm here because you need me."

Peter frowned, trying to process what he was seeing in front of him. Tony was here. He was here. Peter didn't know how, but he was. He could feel the light weight of Tony's hand against his head, see the shadows that the dark alleyway cast over his face.

"C'mon." Tony stood up, holding his hand out to slowly help Peter up and steadying him with a gentle grasp when he swayed dizzily. "You need to get back home, Pete. You're hurt and you could have a concussion."

There was something strange about Tony's voice, something slightly off in the way it sounded, the tone and slant a little bit deeper over some words than it should have been but Peter brushed it off and just let himself silently be guided along beside Tony.

They walked for a while, time lost under the quiet of the streets and reflections of leftover Christmas lights on the wet roads and slush filled sidewalks. Three blocks before his new apartment, Peter looked down, his eyes catching on the scuffed footprints his tired steps had left in the slush.

But there was only one pair of footprints.

He slowed, coming to a stop. He lifted his foot and looked at the clear footprint under it. He looked up to where Tony had stopped just a few feet in front of him and had turned to look at him.

There were no footprints in the slush between them.

Peter just stared at Tony, a deep, all consuming ache setting in his chest.

"Tony. You're not here… are you?" He whispered.

Tony smiled at him, soft and sad, his figure blurring not just from the tears welling in Peter’s eyes.

Slowly, he disappeared entirely, shape and colour bleeding away as a few stray snowflakes drifted from the sky.

Peter blinked away his tears, breathing in shakily, and gingerly made his way down the last three blocks.

Only one pair of footprints behind him.

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