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fusaes · 11 months

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𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐑𝐄𝐃 - ft. miles morales

🀄、pairings: miles morales x reader warnings: mentions of paranoia, death, mentions of blood, slightly angsty, fluff at the end, slow burn, legit doesn't make total sense, not proofread, lyric references, venom, profanities, kissing (nothing smutty), mentions of gwen and hobie, poor spanish (blame duolingo...), with translations, no actual current plot of atsv, own plot, might not make sense if you didn't watch the movie, mutants, giants, mentions of skinned bodies, false accusations, arguments, a lot more within these lines, peter being a bad mentor, involves miguel, margo, peter. w/c: 4,297 notes; i really did not expect this to be long ... but yeah! this might not make sense and there might be whole lotta ooc BUT THIS IS MY PLOT I DO WHAT I WANT RAHHHH 🤣🤣🔥🔥 anyways i didn't know what i went with the storyline but there are a lot of depressing moments here ... i hope y'all are ok btw .. okay bye ily

'SOMETHING BAD IS 'BOUT TO HAPPEN TO ME' You thought. Your paranoia didn't help you sleep at night, the empty feeling of always being secluded from the world. Your dimension didn't have any Spider-people, and in contrast to Miles's dimension; it was harder to pick yourself up and fight for the city.

The feeling of cold sheets wrapping around your limbs, the fabric only bringing you more comfort. His smell lingered on your pillows, his jacket hanging on the back of your door. You didn't wanna leave Miles. The banging headache raised when you cried for the rest of the night, tears flowing down your cheek.

This might be pathetic, sure. But you weren't happy with the world you were born into. You missed the vibrant city of Miles's dimension, the moments you spent together to train him to become the best Spiderman of the century. You could only laugh at that thought.

Your eyes are glued onto your ceiling, the empty white color reflecting your current mind. Hell, if you could go back; you would. Your eyes close heavily, and the feeling of your hot eyelids resting on your eyes.

'I DON'T KNOW IT BUT I FEEL IT COMING.' The returning feeling of being helpless, a deep voice circulating in your mind. As much as you didn't wanna admit it, you were fragile. The Spider that bit you wasn't as ordinary as you thought. That goes without saying; Miles got bit by an unordinary spider, too. But something about that insect made it a little more special than other Spider origins.

The Spider actually talked to you. Its venom projects into your blood cells, infesting your mind and body. ''The city needs you, the city needs you, the city needs you, the city needs-'' If you could spray bug repellent inside of your head, you would've done it already. The echoing voice inside of your brain didn't subside even after you've covered your ears with pillows.

You were restless. Your spider suit resting on your chair. The radio your dad previously had woken you from your slumber, the screams and sounds of innocent people screaming, a cop reporting for backup.

''This is Agent- Shit! Get away- We need backup, now! Call for the nearest-'' The voice cuts off, only leaving you with the sound of a broken stereo. Out of instinct, your webs sling the radio to your hands, turning some of the knobs to get more surface of the situation.

Nothing comes out, the last person who reported to the station was that 'Agent'. You hop out of bed, took the suit, and quickly put it on. You contemplated for a while, but the sudden shiver of guilt only awoken the voice that whispered in your ear. ''The city needs you, the city needs you, the city needs you, the city needs you.''

The sounds of police car's sirens echoed in the street, a building being griefed by an explosion. Big claws and bloodied cement was the scenery when you arrived. You heard a lady scream in an alleyway, and all of the police cars emptied out of people. No cop was left alive, they were all skinned out of their bodies.

''G-Get away from me!'' The lady's voice stung your Spider-sense, the sound of big feet stepping towards the lady. You were on the walls, peeking at the villain. It had a broad back, spikes decorating its spine, and green and vibrant reptile skin. You land on the floor, attaching your webs to the spikes of its back. ''You heard the lady.''

Your webs were strong enough to pull the reptile back, jumping high to let it sling behind you. A loud thud could be heard miles away, the cement of the building cracking from the giant's impact. You approach the lady, putting two hands up. ''Are you okay?''

The lady's eyes widened while looking behind you, your spider sense didn't detect the big chunk of cement that was coming your way. Your hands almost act instinctively, grabbing ahold of the cement before it crushed the two of you.

Your webs threw the brick back, crumbling on the body of the reptile. ''You should run.'' you flash a small smile of assurance to the lady, webbing the two buildings to get closer to the villain. Your eyes catch a small glimpse of a black and red suited person in the sky, spider sense tingling at the sight. Your head turns to the building where it landed, getting distracted from what was in front of you.

''Move!'' A voice echoes from the roof of the building, your head quickly turns back to the lizard, his hands almost grabbing a hold of you. A sudden bolt of lightning almost blinded you, causing your eyes to close at the brightness.

A huge hole in the sky opens, the edges of it being coated with pink, purple, and hints of green. It looked like it glitched into the sky, with strings of what looked like webs inside of it. Miles had already electrocuted the lizard for a short time, as he approached you.

''Y/N! I'm here!'' His hands wrap around your torso, feeling your warmth over your suit. ''Miles?'' Your hands wrap around his neck, pulling him into a hug. ''H-how are you here? What the fuck is that?'' You ask of the hole in the sky, some of the cars and poles flying inside of it.

''Listen, we need to go.'' His hands grab yours, webbing to the closet rooftop. ''No... No! I need to see my aunt-'' Your eyes widen, his hands pulling you into the black hole. Your argument with your aunt didn't lull even after the 'talk' you both had.

''¡Dios mío, Y/N! Te lo dije una vez, dos veces, trice! Y no nos escuchaste ni a mí ni a tu mamá!'' (Oh my gosh, Y/N! I told you once, twice, thrice! And you didn't listen to me or your mom!) Your hands slam the door on your aunt, refusing to continue this talk with your aunt. You had just lost your dad, you couldn't save him from that stupid mutant that appeared right in your dad's station house. Your dad's friends whom you even considered your own; dead before your eyes, bodies laying and pierced in her stomachs. ''Do not slam that door on me, we are not done!'' Your aunt opens your door with pressure, her words poisoning the whole room. ''Tía, yo también te lo dije un millón de veces!'' (Aunt, I told you a million times too!) It wasn't your fault. It wasn't your fault that your dad still wanted to be the hero even when he can't. It was his fault. ''¿Cuántas veces tengo que decir esto? You can't be meddling in the policía's jobs! You killed your-'' (How many times do I have to say this?) ''Get out!'' Your webs shut your door with force, webbing the door handle closed. ''No entiendes, tía, I didn't kill Papa!'' (You don't understand, Aunt) ''You just don't understand, Y/N! Your mom is crying, the whole police is after you! They think you murdered your father! You need to stop, Y/N. You are not the 'hero' of this city!'' Your auntie bangs on your door, but your hands remain on your ears, cuddled up to your pillow.

It 'MIGHT BE SO SAD, MIGHT LEAVE MY NOSE RUNNING.' You couldn't leave your auntie, and your mom didn't stop crying, she stopped coming to her job and didn't speak to anyone else.

'I JUST HOPE SHE DON'T WANNA LEAVE ME.' Those words ring inside of Miles's head, he had already fought his battle with Miguel just to see you again, and he was willing to go through it all over again.

''Listen, your aunt will be fine! You'll be safe there!'' Miles tries to pull you in, and you let him. You take his words and put them inside of your heart. The feeling of being airborne in the galaxy takes over your senses, a huge tube leading you both into another portal. Your hands tremble inside Miles's grasp.

You both land in an elevator, a platform bringing you to up top.

His thumb rubs your skin, hoping to have calmed you down. You both fall into an elevator, Miles's hands still intertwined with yours. ''I should probably explain, huh?'' You didn't respond, your mind almost wandering away staring at the wall. ''Y/N?'' When the warmth of Mile's skin leaves yours, your head turns to him.

''Did you say something?'' ''Yeah... Did you listen?'' ''No... Sorry, could you repeat that?'' You hear Miles sigh, his hands knotted with each other to his chest. ''Well, Miguel wanted me to pick you up... Kinda.'' Your head tilts a little, and a tinge of unsureness laced Miles's words. ''Kinda?'' You ask, almost surveying him. ''Well I did kinda sneak out and asked Margo to take me to your dimension but that's not the important part!''

Miles raises his hands as if it were for defense and you laugh. ''You're so stupid.'' You nudge his shoulder. ''Why'd you take me here-'' You feel almost a big punch in your stomach as if you'd glitched out in a game. ''Woah!'' Miles panicked, rummaging through his pockets. You were surprised he had put pockets in his suit. Maybe you have to do that, sometime.

''I forgot to give you this.'' He takes your hand before you glitch out again and put on the bracelet on your wrist. Nausea stopped, feeling a little bit better from the piece of silicone around your skin. You laugh a little, seeing Miles's panicked expression even from over his mask. You took off your own mask, breathing in some air. ''So.. Why'd you take me here?''

Miles took off his, too. ''Well, I missed you, of course.'' A window appears behind you both, the land seemingly upside down. ''Woah...'' ''We're in Nueva York.'' The door opens, and Miles captures your hands in his, leading you to the upside-down hallways.

''T-there's so many...'' You didn't expect almost a hundred- maybe more Spider-people. All of them were different, some were on wheelchairs, some were riding horses, and some were incubated in a yellow-orange barrier.

After what seemed like a million light-years, you both reached a dark part of the building, a girl who seemed like she was purple waved at you two and started working back on her computer.

''Miles Morales.'' A dark voice grew out of the dark, a floating platform lowering from the sky. ''Miguel, we're back.'' ''Another outsider.'' Miguel turned to face you both, the man looked like he hadn't slept in years. You frown at his comment, he didn't know who you were.

''Miguel O'Hara, this is Y/N L/N.''

An infant webbed around the room and caught you three off-guard. ''Mayday! Good job Honey!'' A man with a baby carrier enters the room, phone pointed at the child. Mayday, cute name. You smile at the sight of a cute baby webbing freely, she'll be a good Spiderwoman when she grows up. ''Miles! I haven't seen you in so long!'' The man put his phone back in his pocket, putting two of his hands on your shoulders.

''Peter!'' ''Miles! Hey, bud! Who's this?'' Peter smiles at you, and you give him another smile back. ''I'm Y/N.'' You shook his hand, and he immediately pulled away to catch Mayday. She was climbing on Miguel, a funny sight to see. You didn't fail to see how Miguel was so... Muscular. His webs looked different, it looked like it glowed with a orange light.

You knew to not fuck with him, especially when he was the only one in the room who didn't wear a bracelet to keep him from not glitching out. ''Y/N L/N. You must know what kind of place this is, I assume?'' Miguel says, capturing Mayday in his hands. Miles looked at you, slight panic arising in his eyes.

''Uhm, I brought her here. She can help me, Hobie, and Gwen-'' ''There are enough problems that I have to deal with. Put her back, Morales.'' You didn't know who Hobie or Gwen was, but Miles mentioned that they went on missions together. That Miguel had a foul mouth, for sure.

''You've caused enough shit, Morales! The start of the spot, breaking a canon event, and even rebelling against my rules!'' Miguel webbed down to the floor and threw a bomb on the floor. Once it hit your foot, it opened up a dome.

''What the fuck-'' You try banging on the walls, the sounds outside almost being muffled from the inside. ''Miles!'' ''Enough is enough, Morales. I guess I'll have to send you both back then.'' You see Miles trying to bargain with Miguel, but Peter interrupts. ''Miguel, loosen up pal. Let them experience their puppy love in the HQ, gosh they're so cute together-'' Miguel shoots a web to Peter's mouth and put him in a dome as well.

'DON'T YOU GIVE ME UP, PLEASE DON'T GIVE UP.' These words fill your mind, still trying to get out of the barrier. Your words couldn't reach Miles as he backed up beside you, his hands on the dome. ''Miguel, for someone who's the so-called 'master' of HQ, you really don't know how to stop making the same mistake all over again.''

Miles shatters the projected dome and takes your hand to escape out of the HQ. Peter waves at you both as a goodbye, seemingly proud of Miles for what he did. ''You're a bad mentor,'' Miguel says, chasing you both. The dome fades away, and Peter takes off the web on his mouth. Peter grabs Mayday's pacifier and put it in her mouth. ''Let's go, honey!'' Peter chasing you both.

''If I would've known we'd be running from a Headmaster of an HQ full of Spider-people, I would've come prepared, Miles.'' You two web from wall to wall, knocking some people over and leaving them with a short 'sorry'.

''It's not like- Woah-! I planned this to happen!'' You laugh at his words, keeping up with his pace. ''You can't let me leave you in the dust, Miles!'' You pass Miles, but he quickly catches up. ''I won't!'' He grabs your hand and slings you on his back, sticking onto him like a koala. You both giggle a bit while making your way to Margo. ''I missed you... I missed... Us.''

You rest your head on Miles's shoulder. ''What you said earlier... Who's Hobie and Gwen?'' ''Some friends of mine.'' You smile, kissing his cheek. ''Gwen, huh?'' Miles laughs at the pout that he felt on his skin, ''HONEY, I BELONG WITH YOU AND ONLY YOU, BABE.'' Miles's words made you smile as you both land in Margo's office, seeing her work away on her computer.

''Miles. What did you do now?'' Margo didn't look back, she already knew what you both wanted. ''Send us back to my world,'' Miles says, but your eyes almost want to disagree with him. Miles notices the slight worry in your eyes, he only captures your hands in response.

You knew you'd always wanted to go to Mile's dimension and spend time with him and Mrs. Morales. ''Alright. But I can't guarantee you'll be able to go back to HQ in one piece.'' Margo stated, her spider was already ready for you both.

''Miles, why are you doing this to yourself?'' Margo asks, as you both hop on the platform, hands still in his. ''I JUST DON'T WANT HER TO LEAVE ME.'' Margo only rolls her eyes with a smile and started her machine. The spider started knitting a cocoon around you two, and your hands tighten in nervousness.

''It'll be okay. As long as you have that bracelet, we can live together forever, happily.'' Miles reassures you, tucking hair behind your ear. Miles snakes a hand around your waist and pulls you in for a kiss once the spider finished webbing.

Miguel and Peter could only stare at you both, Peter looking like he was lovestruck. Peter's hands rest on Mayday's eyes while Miguel only rubs his temples. ''Oi! No lovey-dovey in the machine!'' Margo teases before it teleports you both.

A FEW MONTHS AFTER ...

''Miles, Y/N! Dinner!'' ''Innaminute!'' Miles screams out while you two were playing on a PS4 in the living room. Lieutenant Morales watched you two, occasionally taking photos of you both. ''That's unfair!'' You laugh at Mile's whining when you threw a banana on the road, causing his character to slip.

''See 'ya! Eat my dust!'' Miles bit his lip in concentration, leaning his body on where his character would go, bumping into each other. ''Dinner is getting cold, you three!'' Mrs. Morales approaches you three in the living room, catching her husband taking a video of you two playing games.

Her head rests on his shoulder, smiling at the view. ''Amor de cachorro, eh?''(Puppy love, huh?) Mr. Morales laughs and kisses his own wife once you two finally finished the game. You jump in celebration, laughing at Miles's frown. ''I won! I thought you were the best of this game-'' Miles grabs your hand and pulls you into his lap, kissing your lips.

Once Miles's parents finished smooching Mr. Morales interrupts you both. ''Oi! No kissing in the house!'' You smile on Miles's lips before pulling away from his lap. ''I'm hungry.'' ''Let's go eat?'' ''Race 'ya there!'' ''No fair!'' ''Don't run in the house!''

Because in the day, you both are just teenagers attending school, but at night you both have duties to save the city.

woahwoah this was so long ... ‧₊˚ ⋅ fusaes 2023 do not copy

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drefear · 6 months

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Lost in the Lies of Us, Lost, Ain't no Finding Us

Inspired by @ofherdesire series of toxic Miguel, the characters are all theirs (aside from Miguel lol)

TW: arguing, cheating, lol bits of smut, toxicity, gaslighting, violence, crazy shit y’all.

“And if you wondered if I hate you, I do”

The day was bright and Miguel squinted at the sunlight. It was the next day, and he sighed as his doors opened.

“Peter, I don’t have time for-”

“You broke up with me through Lyla?” Her voice rang out and echoed around the metal structure, making the muscles in Miguel’s shoulders tense.

“I didn’t want to deal with this.” He turns and she’s already up on his platform, leaning to one hip with her arms folded over the yellow emblem on her chest.

“You mean you didn’t want to deal with me.” She shot back and he groaned, running his talons through his hair and feeling the knots pull against his scalp.

“I don’t even know you anymore!” He yelled and took a step towards her, his presence drowning compared to her thin physique. She backed away instinctually and he huffed through his nose. “Solías ser mi sol, pero ahora solo me muestras tu oscuridad.” He grumbled and turned away, “This doesn’t have to be so dramatic, just be professional and return my clothing.”

“So what? We can act like nothing ever happened between us? Like you didn’t love me?” She barked like an upset chihuahua and stepped into his personal space. “You’re just going to toss me aside like I’m nothing, like her?” She hissed and he swung back around to her, getting in her face.

“Do not bring her into this.” His voice dropped to an octave she’d never heard before, making her hands sweat a bit from nervousness. With tears building in her eyes, she refused to break eye contact and added to her previous statement.

“You’re nothing without me.” Her voice was shaky and her hands balled into fists, steeling herself to his gaze, but his look shifted from angry to unbothered and she felt herself waver for a second before he spoke again.

“I’d rather be nothing without you than miserable with you.”

Your hand felt warm with Pedro’s reciprocating the interaction, and the smile he gave you made everything around you blur as he was your only focus while you two ate lunch, but a ringing broke you both from your gaze and his eyes looked down.

“I have to take this.” He pecked your cheek before standing from where he was sitting and walking away. You sat on the cafeteria bench alone, waiting for him. Everything felt right, you convinced yourself.

Weeks later, and Miguel had been distant from the entirety of the society (more than usual), staying on his platform and burying his nose in multiverse affairs without leaving the comfort of his depressing desk. Everyone had heard the news of his breakup, and many were vying for the hand of one of the prettiest and most graceful spider women the society had, but he knew better. He knew what horns lay under her beautiful and soft blonde hair, the vicious tongue she had behind those white teeth that dazzled every time she smiled.

Miguel finally left his dark lair when he heard about a mishap that involved the spider t-rex and the gunslinger spiderman. He passed by the infirmary when he heard soft groans and a very familiar, sweet whimper that made his body freeze. He had heard those sounds in his own ear a few weeks ago, being the cause. As he stepped in the room, he saw shadows depicting exactly the image he assumed. He pulled the curtain and he wasn’t surprised to find his ex girlfriend on her back under someone, but it was the person on top he was furious about.

A message popped up on your watch from Miguel. It’d been so long that seeing his name on your watch frightened you, made you squirm until you read the contents of the message. You rolled your eyes, a twisted emotion spiraling out of you as you tensed. You knew it. Now that he was alone again, he was trying to wiggle his way back into your bed and to do so, he was trying to make you suspicious of your boyfriend, the man who showed you off to the world like a prize.

That was days ago, and after that phone call he’d received and the message you’d gotten from Miguel, you noticed that Pedro was distant, no longer present with you but always off in another place mentally. You were walking with Jess and Ben when you saw something your eyes weren’t meant to see.

There was your loving, doting boyfriend who you’d just been in bed with this morning, making love during the sunrise as he whispered dirty and beautiful ideas in your ear.

With his hand twirling those golden locks you’d grown to dread, come to hate.

“Shitty of you to make me feel just like this,”

Jess raised a brow as Ben continued speaking, and turned to where you were looking, inside a room where the window showed the public displays of affection your boyfriend was currently giving to your greatest rival. Your heart dropped and you felt cold everywhere.

Your hand moved to press against the door, but didn’t have the strength to open it all the way. The way her hands tangled into his black hair, her eyes looked into his as he smirked and kissed the corner of her lips, making her giggle and cover her face. You felt sick.

Nothing about this felt real, felt like the man you knew. Jess grabbed your shoulder and pulled your body into hers as your whole body trembled. The feeling in your chest felt like a crumpled piece of paper.

Your legs moved faster than your brain could process and you swung away, hiding in a hallway three floors down. Sliding over the orange glowing screens, you tapped until your found the number of your universe and opened the portal, hurrying through before anyone could see you, although you swore you heard someone call your name. Nothing mattered in that moment, you just needed to be alone and away from the rest of the society.

You refused to come to the society for days, avoiding anyone and everything in case someone tried to ask about what happened. A knock on your door broke your thoughts and you grabbed your phone, seeing all of the unread messages from your friends and Pedro.

His name glowed with a pink heart next to it and you hissed, throwing your phone across the room and watching the mirror crack down the center, shards splintering as your phone bounced onto the ground and landed face down. You covered your mouth in shock and sighed, then hearing the knocking on your front door persist, much to your discomfort. You got out of bed and padded through the dark, empty apartment. Peter B stood there in the door frame of your place, wearing a white shirt and sweatpants as you sniffled.

“Kid, I’m sorry.” He wrapped his arms around you before you could protest, and you sank into his embrace. The warmth was the most solace you’d had since the afternoon you found Pedro with her.

“Now I’m out here silent treatment, that means no permission,”

Peter sat with you as you gathered yourself, finally opening your phone to the many unread messages from Pedro, finally opening the walls of texts with heavy hands and cold blood.

“I should call him, tell him it’s over-”

A buzz made both your and Peter’s watches go off with an emergency alarm going off. What ironic timing.

“Think you can handle this right now?” Peter asked before opening the portal to the dimension you both were being summoned to.

“The distraction might help me put off talking to him, so yes.” You nodded before hitting a button and feeling the feeling of your suit taking form over your face. Following Peter, you saw red laser-like webs holding back the danger you assumed was an anomaly, to which you got straight to work and soared throughout the buildings beside you, webbing off the area from pedestrians who may get caught in the crossfire.

Peter swings to speak to Miguel while a blonde ponytail sways and catches your eye. Of course she was summoned, Miguel’s personal guard dog. You glared at her behind your mask and she just wiggled her fingers at you.

She knew.

You couldn’t get distracted now, as you saw a small boy trying to get past your barrier and jumped down to him, carrying him to safety before jumping back towards Peter and Miguel.

“What’s the plan?” You asked and Miguel swallowed thickly, not even sure if he could trust his voice to speak to you. “Hello? Earth to O’Hara!” You flailed your arms in a rushed motion before pushing both the men out of the way. He huffed as you fell into his chest from pushing him and he looked up.

“It’s got a weakness behind its neck to disarm the suit it’s using, but it’s not-” You moved before he could even stop speaking, and he ran to follow. “You can’t just jump into action!” He yelled and you shook your head.

“Get Peter to make a landing bed of some sort, find Little Miss Muffet and get her out of my way, and you need to find me a metal pipe or bat. I got this. Trust me?” You finished and he stopped in his tracks, looking to see what you were planning. It was a long shot, but he trusted you.

He followed your orders, instructing Peter to make a landing bed for you before grabbing the other spider woman and dragging her to where Peter was. “Help him, I’m going to find something.”

“Miggy-”

“Shut up.” He shot her a warning glance, signifying that now was not the time, and ran through the streets before finding a long, metal rod from the collapsing building next to the four of you. A portal opened above his head and he found another Spider jumping through.

“Am I too late?”

“Just in time, now go help Peter.” Miguel barked at Pedro and ran back to you. He called your name and as if in slow motion, threw the heavy metal to you.

You smoothly caught the metal rod thrown to you and swung around as the anomaly chased you before you purposefully dragged it in a circle, then smashing the rod against the small electrical panel on the back of its neck. You landed and stood beside Peter as you saw Pedro panting, then opening the portal to HQ and marching through. You wanted to get away from everyone as fast as possible, and HQ was the opposite of the space you needed. Your legs were trudging, not wanting to cooperate with your brain, but you knew you had to document what happened.

A hand grabbed your wrist as you entered sector 2 of HQ, trying to get to your office, but now stopped you. You turned to see Pedro staring at you with furrowed brows and concern creased by his mouth, by the lips you had let kiss you all over. Your mask disintegrated into your suit and you let tears fall down your cheek.

“You’re just like him.” You whispered and he looked down, gripping your arm hard enough to make you wince now.

“I’m nothing like him.” His voice was volatile and gave you a shiver of fear, unrecognizable to you. The Pedro you knew wasn’t dark and brooding like this, not like Miguel, and he wouldn’t hurt you. “That piece of shit, that cheating, lying son of a bitch, I would never hurt you like-“

“Let go.” You spoke up, voice cracking as you saw Peter walk through the portal now and step close to you both. Miguel and his ex-girlfriend followed, watching the scene intensely. “I said-”

“But you’re mine! My everything, mi corazon-” His hands moved to cup your face and you pushed him backwards.

“I saw you with her!” You shouted, putting space between you both. “You- You chose her, just like him!” You cried out, clutching your hands to your chest like you’d been shot in the ribs, holding your body as if trying to conceal the wound from the world. Afraid of everyone else seeing you cry, you hit a button to return your mask. You heard the tall blonde scoff from behind Pedro and saw her smirk, looking away, and your eyes snapped to stare at her incredulously.

Balling your fists, your eyes watered hidden behind red and blue technology before you got inhumanly angry. A roar ripped against your vocal chords as you lunged towards her, her spidersenses obviously not fast enough to protect her from your speed, grabbing her by the hair and pulling her to the ground with you. You slashed at her suit as she let out a scream and your vision became red with rage, then feeling large arms pull your form from hers. She crawled backwards, disheveled and out of breath from trying to hold you off, as you scratched and thrashed against the person holding you.

“Get yourself together, mi amor.” Miguel’s voice whispered in your ear and your whole body calmed, closing your eyes and drowning in his scent. “You’re better than this.”

“He cheated on me with her!” You sobbed, holding your eyes and cheeks as your body shook from the overwhelming sadness and emotions pouring from you. Peter stood beside Miguel and frowned at the girl on the ground a few feet from the group of you, seeing Pedro move to help her up.

“He…” Miguel frowned and held you closer to him, then shooting a deadly look at Pedro. “Stay away from her.”

“Don’t tell me what to do after what you did to her!” He barked at Miguel and the larger of the two sneered, like an angry pitbull.

“I told you to protect her, I told you not to hurt her, and you did exactly that!”

“What you put her through was worse.”

“This isn’t a competition.” Peter interjected and looked at each of them, then pulled you from Miguel’s arms. “While I don’t know what Miguel did, you both obviously hurt her enough, don’t you think?” Peter asked and Pedro immediately moved to take your hand again.

“Mi corazon-”

“Not yours!” You hissed and jerked your hand away. Peter opened a portal to your universe and walked with you through it.

Miguel stood as the three of them watched you leave in silence. Pedro slowly turned to Miguel and narrowed his eyes. “This is your fault.” He mumbled and Miguel raised a brow to him, confused. Where was this new side of Pedro coming from? This wasn’t the same warm smiled man who you walked hand in hand with around HQ, but he could say the same for the sunny spider woman currently sitting on the ground with scratch marks and bruises forming on her skin from your sudden assault.

“Excuse me?” Miguel replied, but the other man just shook his head and walked away, mask in a clenched fist by his side. Without another glance, Miguel walked away, feeling the weight of the past year on his shoulders.

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weebsinstash · 10 months

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Damn, imagine if all this YT drama was happening when Spot's situation was currently going on too. And, well, since our dimension is fucked and we just seem to jump through dimensions without the watch, what if we end up in Spot's place? (The blank void when he entered one of his own spots).

And, it would be funny to look at him, and for him to look at us and just... stare or wave. He is weird like that, and we are too.

Also, we can start bonding on feeling out of place? Sharing the same experience of everyone leaving us behind/ignoring us. Maybe we can even seek solace in his presence, and in his unique persona (even if he is supposed to be a villain).

And the fact that this is the only place we don't glitch out of? Maybe some bullshit physics as this place literally makes no sense, as well as us. It's like we belong here, with him. He could always teleport us somewhere else, but we look so tired, so pitiful and in so much need of some sort of care... he feels bad for us. And maybe, he can try and convince us to stay with him. After all, he *is* the only one who hasn't turned his back on us, right? He isn't a bad guy like those 'friends' of us were saying!

Meanwhile everything is going to shit in the society's HQ :)

I've actually had a few ideas involving The Spot where he's either the yandere or antagonist or a central character in some way and it's really just a matter of me getting around to. Writing the dozens of things I want to write lmao

But bro your mind 😩 you've just been exiled during the YouTwo incident amd you're glitching and, you know, slowly deteoriating over time, and, suddenly, you're in this weird literally nondescript place where you're suddenly... 'balanced out'? You don't feel like you're being pulled in a bunch of different directions anymore, and you look around and it's just some white void with black dots everywhere that you think you can kind of see and hear things out of if you get close enough, but, first and foremost, is that a person? Spot just like. Is staring at you with this very deer in headlights energy and, you both awkwardly wave to each other, "uhhhhhhh... hi?" "...hiiiii, uh, is this 'your place'? Thank you so much, dude, I've been zipping all over the place, i thought i was gonna die, you saved my life" and maybe you even hug him and he's not sure how to process this because you're clearly a variant of Spiderman but you hold no animosity or hostility towards him whatsoever and 👉👈 this is the most positive human interaction he's had in ages.

Not even his powers, but his knowledge alone would be extremely useful in this scenario because like, he could literally just warp around stealing whatever parts he needed to build something that would "hold you together", given his involvement with Alchemax and the colliders specifically

You're just so understandably and genuinely grateful and Spot feels GOOD about being needed, about being someone's savior. He really had been one of the only ones who could help you and he gets a little drunk off that fact. Whether your glitching is a mutation and is your own power or you're simply some weird anomaly, you two form a kinship, and if it IS some sort of weird ability, maybe he even decides to mentor you a little! Gives him something to do, and it totally isn't to help distract him from how lonely and depressed and miserable he is!

But similar to how the other villains discounted him, you kind of discount him yourself in the sense that you don't see him as a threat. Which, he doesn't necessarily want you to, and it's not some sort of disrespect thing, but, the linger he spends with you, the more he wants you to see him as a man, a man with needs, emotionally, psychologically, physically. Whyd you have to give him all those hugs when he hasnt had human touch in forever, huh?! Don't you know how lonely and touch starved he is?! And you just think you can--can walk away from him? Disrespect him after everything he's done for you, disrespect him like everyone else?

You can always try and 'outrun him' with your little glitching, but, even if you manage to lose him, he'll pick up your tracks again, and one day you wake up from finally crashing from exhaustion to find a pitch black figure at the foot of the bed, slowly pulling in everything around it like some sort of eldritch black hole. And Jonathan menacingly waves to you, "I don't think I'll have trouble keeping up with you this time. I made sure of it"

#yandere spiderverse #yandere the spot #the spot x reader #yandere stuff #sinprompts

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liyawritesss · 1 year

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ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ᴡᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴇɪɢʜᴛᴇᴇɴ - ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ

You are an ex-Avenger, rescued by T'Challa during one of his missions during his short affiliation with the group. Broken and scarred, physically, mentally, and emotionally, T'Challa teaches you what it means to live, while his sister, Shuri, teaches you what it means to smile.

Fandom: Black Panther

Pairing: Princess Shuri Udaku x Black!Masc!Ex-Avenger!Reader

Authors Note: This story is possible thanks to the imaginative request of @kingstormpostsshit ! The original idea should be credited to them, but the storyline is an original of mine and should be treated as such.

This will be a 10-15 part story shipping Shuri Udaku of Marvel's "Black Panther" franchise, and a black masculine presenting woman who is an ex-avenger (however, you may adjust certain appearance descriptors to better fit your appearance!). The story will shift from present to past, the past being in the form of flashbacks, and will be italicized to represent as such. A new part/chapter will be release once a week, either on Friday, Saturday, or Sunday at the latest. Teasers will be released the day before posting the part/chapter. Interruptions of this posting schedule will be announced before the expected release date.

Content/Trigger Warnings: there will be mentions of the following, including but not limited to - cursing, injuries, blood, medical and scientific illegal/malpractices depression, severe anxiety, death including minor and major characters, processing of grief, the endurance and processing black peoples' ancestral and generational trauma (especially revolving around water), racial, political and humanitarian topics, and discussion of black love in its relation to black survival. There will be spoilers for Black Panther and Black Panther: Wakanda Forever, as well as minor hints to other marvel movie plots (I want to note I have only ever seen the Black Panther movies and Spiderman: No Way Home, therefore most key parts of this series influenced by other Marvel storylines will be influenced by my precious betareaders, and they will be credited).

ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ "ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ᴡᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴇɪɢʜᴛᴇᴇɴ" ᴘʟᴀʏʟɪꜱᴛ ᴏɴ

ꜱᴘᴏᴛꜰɪʏ!

ᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛꜱ

⊙ pt 1 - i have loved you since we were eighteen

⊙ pt 2 - i was born underwater, with three dollars and six dimes

⊙ pt 3 - how am I suppose to live without you - I refuse

⊙ pt 4 - you might win some, but you've just lost one ; pt 1

⊙ pt 5 - you might win some, but you've just lost one ; pt 2

⊙ pt 6 - you might win some, but you've just lost one ; pt 3

⊙ pt 7 - we were so beautiful; we were so tragic

⊙ pt 8 - my heart can't take the guessing; tell me what do you want this to be

⊙ pt 9 - most intellects do not believe in gods - but the fear us just the same

⊙ pt 10 - can we go back to the start; back to the place where they say "begin"?

⊙ pt 11 - the joy of my world (lives in you) - epilogue

ᴡʀɪᴛᴇʀꜱ ᴄᴜᴛ & ᴇxᴛʀᴀ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ

The Lake Incident - How Shuri Reacts to Your Self-Harm Attempt

The Aftermath - Life After the War & The Process of Healing

The Water Ritual - The Death & Rebirth of Wakanda's Umphkuseli Wamanzi

Tags: @inmyheadimobsessed @badass-dora-milaje @babyboiboyega @verachii @heartsforjojo @letitias-fav @kingstormpostsshit @shurismainbxtch @zayswriting @rxcently @nzia-writes @writingintheshadowsforever @hufflehans @kokichiis7 @xxmilli @typicalme13 @zestgodtj @generallysapphic @ziayamikaelson @shuriszn @percsane @justariellove @n7cje @mbakuetshurisprincess

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cloverthecactus · 9 months

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Assistance [Peter B Parker x gn!reader]

summary: peter and his wife split after having their first child, mayday. peter has custody of mayday and comes to her daycare teacher for guidance/help/assistance

warnings: none (purely assistance for peter and mayday)

word count: 1.7k

notes:

not proofread, just plug and post

intentional use of lowercase letters with capital letters being used for certain words, phrases and letters.

no use of y/n (me no like fanfic with y/n)

it was kinda, sorta hard to write as peter so bare with me.

this is not exactly a relationship type of fic

it had been a long day of peter sitting at spider society headquarters and doing nothing but bothering miguel while he worked. peter only bugged miguel because it was the first day that he had been without mayday.

peter and mary jane had recently gotten their second divorce because of peter's carelessness of where mayday is and isn't. because of this, peter enrolled mayday in a nursery so that he knows where she is at all times and so that she doesn't become as stupid as her father and learns something.

an alarm went off in the main building of the headquarters, indicating that day-spiders swapped out with night-spiders. (like shifts)

"well, miguel, it's been fun chatting to ya'. i have to go pick up our child from kindergarten." peter snickered, standing up from a chair placed on the platform in miguel's 'office'

"just leave, peter. AND what do you mean by 'our child' ?" miguel raised his brow as he turned to face peter, annoyed at the male who wore a pink gown to work.

"well, you are always taking care of her..."

"because you always bring her to headquarters and leave her with unreliable people... LIKE HOBIE!"

hobie, who was standing on the floor of the wide office, crossed his hands over his chest and watched as the two men descended with the platform. "i'd have you know im actually a decent babysitter"

peter chuckled and over exaggeratedly pointed at hobie as he said his statement.

"okay, i get it." miguel rolled his eyes as he stepped off the plaform. "now leave. mayday is waiting for you."

peter sighed exhausted and said his goodbyes to the team, opening a portal and changing out of his suit before picking up mayday. he couldn't have people know he was spiderman... especially after the divorce was such a huge thing because of MJ's reputation.

he sighed as he drove to the daycare. his depression and mental health had rapidly decreased and he knew that if he didn't get his act together, it would affect his relationship with the one he loved the most...

mayday...

peter inhaled a deep breath and forced a red smile on his face as he entered through the door. the jingle of the bell on the door woke you up from your blanked-out state. you held a quiet and sleepy mayday in your hands and peter walked in a bit amazed as she has never been that quiet lately.

"hey mr parker. i was afraid you weren't going to show" you joked, standing with mayday and walking over to the front desk, reaching over to give him mayday's bag and her sign-out form.

"yeah, sorry about that." he chuckled, rubbing his neck as you slowly bounced mayday in your arms and he signed the form and took her bag

"oh no, don't stress about that mr parker. if you feel as though you're going to come fetch her later than normal, just call ahead." you smiled and handed mayday to peter. a loud cry erupted from her mouth as he landed in his arms. he tried to lightly bounce her quiet but failed and the small girl in his hands began to reach out to you again. he looked at you and nod, indicating it was okay for you to take her again.

you held the girl in your arms again and slowly began shushing the girl, bouncing and rocking her back and forth in your arms. she slowly stopped crying and smiled as she laid against your chest.

peter raised a brow at you and gestured for mayday to go back into his arms, and when you gave her to peter, she burst into tears again. peter released an exhausted sigh and bounced her in his arms as you did.

"oh, let me guide you" you smiled and took mayday's bag from his hand and set it on the desk. you stood behind peter and guided his hands underneath his daughter and told him where to support her in order for her to feel comfortable. once he held her the way you told him to, you began guiding his movements.

"okay, now slowly rock your arms back and forth while tapping your hand against her back softly and at a rhythmic pace." you spoke softly and stood aside to watch him do what you had instructed.

mayday slowly stopped her loud cries and stuffed her head into peter's chest, and stayed silent. she closed her eyes and began to fall asleep. peter looked down at her and up at you, amazed by what had happened.

"how'd you do that?" he asked with a genuine smile on his face.

"when working in childcare for years, you pick up a few tips and tricks" you softly chuckled and turned off all the lights and electronic devices.

you were the only one left at your daycare. you sent your workers home when the daycare closed and you had to stay an hour longer because peter showed up late.

"i do apologise about being late. the hours at work are a bit harsh and with my ex-wife not being able to take care of her-" peter sighed and took back her backpack from you. "its just a lot of strain on me." you smiled softly and offered to walk the man and his daughter out. "it's alright mr parker."

"call me peter" he returned your soft smile and accepted your offer. you lead him out and turned off all the lights before locking the door and putting on the alarm.

you walked peter to his car and helped him set an extremely sleepy mayday into her cat seat. "now cover her with her blanket-" you spoke softly and looked over his shoulder as you instructed him. he put her teddy between her arms and shut the car door to talk to you.

"thank you for this." he extended his hand to shake yours. "its no problem at all. i know all the struggles of being a single parent." you chuckled softly as you reciprocated the greeting.

"you have kids of your own?" he raised a brow and looked at your hands, seeing if there was an indication that you were married.

'no rings. they're a single parent too...' he thought, reassuring himself.

"oh, no. many of the parents that leave their children at our daycare are single. i helped them with taking care of their kids because it gets tough with work and extra responsibilities. that's why i never had an issue with you coming later than expected." that reassuring smile crept back onto your face which made peter feel more at ease.

although you never knew the struggle of being a single parent, you understood and was offering the help that peter so desperately needed. he glanced back at his young daughter and back at you.

"if you have time, would you mind helping me take care of mayday?" he asked, shrugging his shoulders nervously.

nervous that you would say no and that he would have to struggle alone

you nod your head and smile wide. "sure peter. i wouldn't mind helping you." you pulled out a pen and a piece of paper and wrote down your name and personal contact number. "just call and I'll assist or i'll be right over" he nod and pulled you into a gentle hug. you were a bit startled, but you understood the relief he felt to have someone helping him again, so you hugged him back with equal energy and smiled as he said:

"thank you".

after a few minutes of talking to peter, the two of you bid a farewell and went your separate ways.

turns out the house you had recently moved into was directly opposite peter's. this made your job of helping peter with mayday easier

#fanfiction #spiderman #across the spiderverse #spiderman fanfiction #peter b parker #peter b parker fanfic #fluff #no smut #spiderman into the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse #ongoing fanfic #cloverthecactus fanfic #cloverthecactus #peter b parker x reader #cactusspider

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evilwickedme · 1 year

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I saw in the tags you mentioned spideypool fic recs 👂 I'm listening

breaking the DC streak to go to Marvel because fun fact I've been into DC for six months and into Marvel comics for eight years so

anyway a majority of my spideypool bookmarks are from 2015 and I have no idea if most of them are any good which is an interesting problem to have but I still have a solid list for y'all

Say Anything...Except That - I was following this from the first chapter and I'm now mutuals with the author which was very fanboy moment for me (if you're seeing this, hi!). it has a lot of old school fanfiction.net quirks to it which might be a bit difficult to swallow if you've only been reading fic for a few years, but honestly I think this fic is really good and holds up to this day. it's been a while since I read it last but iirc Deadpool has to protect Spider-Man or Peter from assassination attempts and there's a lot of pining involved. also mattfoggy ended up having a nice arc because this was 2015 and Daredevil had just aired (this is technically incomplete there's one chapter left but if I had to reread it multiple times when there were only like ten chapters you can handle it)

under attack - more fics by people who are wayyy too cool to have followed me back and yet somehow did? anyway this is part of stackthedeck's team red slash series (ELITE ship fyi) but this one is spideypool focused and has some nice fluff. fighting as flirting idk what else to say it's golden

#NoPlaceLikeHome - do y'all know ask-spiderpool? you should it's one of the best blogs on this damn website and a must-read for spideypool shippers. anyway this is that version of spideypool's first time together which is cute :D short and sweet basically. sciderman has a lot of fics for the spiderman fandom in general and their ask-spiderpool au in particular and they're all worth reading

Dissonance - another longfic that took half a decade to write about deadpool protecting spider-man from harm. I actually don't know why this trope is so good peter really can defend himself but there you go

Perfect Enough - ohm y gOD this fic series is so good. this au hinges on such a tiny difference in peter's history but it makes ALL the difference. anyway in this world basically nobody has a functional secret identity anymore except for spider-man. meanwhile, wade wilson and peter parker start dating. so much plot, two separate longfics each around 140k, good luck this CONSUMED my life

speaking of consumed, rippling - this is part of a series called Into the Multiverse and is based on the Spiderverse film so it's Peter B. which I LOVE (spideybpool FUCKS). the series spun out of the authors' other series and it is, in fact, a pain to read the main entries in the series without reading the other serieses which means that I did spend two weeks doing little to nothing except reading deniigiq's work, but a. it was worth b. this one can be read as a standalone! wade jumps in front of a bullet for peter b and he angsts about it I love it

finally ahem speaking of Peter B, did you know I've been writing spideypool fic since 2015 and I wrote one specifically for spiderverse? I'm a mess (but I'm the mess that you wanted) is really a mix of spiderverse and comic canon like, five years into the future, and deals mostly with like, depression and suicidal ideation on Peter's behalf, but hey there's also a plot AND a happy polyam ending which, what else could you want really

anyway sorry the list isn't longer I didn't bookmark so many of my favorite spideypool fics and now they're lost in the void forever :/

#my team red or defenders folder is massive but so much of it is just daredevil #randomly I have five separate fics saved for jessica jones/matt murdock and I don't even know their ship name #anyway I accidentally clicked post instead of schedule so have fun with this like three hours earlier than intended #spideypool #spideybpool #marvel #marvel comics #spiderverse #fic recs #marvel fic #gail speaks #ask #anonymous

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sehtoast · 11 months

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All of You is Left to Love Ch1 (Depowered Homelander x Reader)

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Ch2 | Ch3 | Ch4

5.7k - Homelander, depowered and depressed, working through the motions of a changing body, a new life, and learning that love can grow and change along the way.

Warning: Homelander treating weight gain as a bad thing (nothing excessively derogatory, though), hurt with extra comfort, oral sex, vaginal sex, fingering

!please note, Y/n is written as a pre-bottom surgery trans man. otherwise, the vast majority of Y/n's physical descriptors (eye color, hair color, etc) are kept to a minimum for the sake of reader inclusivity- and also lmao i basically stole spiderman for Y/n's supe identity, so there are some references to that

It finally happened. After several months of being cooped up inside, John finally worked himself far enough out of his exceptionally long depressive spell just enough to agree to let Y/n take him shopping for clothes. He didn’t cave easily, and it took some pestering on Y/n’s part to make it happen, but he gave in.

Sweatpants and t-shirts were all he knew anymore.

The former supe had spent the past few months cycling through the same three outfits– or simply loafing around in just his underwear on the couch like some sort of sad puddle, clinging to a glass of milk like it was the most important thing in the world. All of what he had anymore was borrowed from or provided by Y/n, because now he had nothing. Vought took everything from him. Properties, his money, his suits… They wouldn’t even let him keep his fucking underwear. And it wasn’t like he could challenge them for anything, because he didn’t legally exist to stake a claim to what they took.

Losing his powers was akin to losing his life. Being Homelander was all John knew, and without it, he was lost. Homelander was dead, and all that was left was fucking John. Ordinary, stupid, weak, pathetic John… He could hardly stand to even look in the mirror anymore.

The early days after losing his powers had been the hardest– and it didn’t help that he spent them locked up in a Vought prison until Y/n was able to rescue him. The first thing they did was buzz his hair off– to strip his image, they said– and the shock of seeing himself like that sent John spiraling on the floor of his cell.

John was often at the mercy of the Vought guards, and a handful of them gladly jumped at the opportunity to put the once strongest man alive in his place. Some exacting vengeance for past slights, others just participating for fun. Nothing made him feel more pathetic, more disgustingly weak, than the beatings. His skin bruised so easily now, and the blood, the pain…

He'd never felt so helpless.

Feeling his body change and weaken left him utterly disgusted with himself. He could barely tolerate the fucking beard on his face, but he had no will to do anything about it. He’d been too consumed with dismay to even try. Y/n had shown John once, and the end result consisted of several cuts along his face and neck for the web-head to dab with ointment. John wrote it off as just another fucking thing he couldn’t do properly…

Getting out of bed became the hardest part of the day, and every task that followed was insurmountable.

John didn’t know what made Y/n stay by his side. His love tolerated it all, even the days when their interactions ended with him unloading every venomous, spiteful word he could imagine. He’d called Y/n names, accused his love of sticking around to mock him– hell, he’d once accused Y/n of taking the role as leader of The Seven solely to humiliate him, despite the fact he knew Y/n making a deal to take the job was the only reason Vought hadn’t killed him yet.

One day, after that taunting voice in his head pushed too hard, John even took a swing at Y/n.

See, his protector whispered. He was using you. Now you're nothing, and he has it all.

John didn't even know he'd swung until it was too late. The web-head caught his fist, and simply used it as a way to grip and pull him close enough to hold. He sobbed his apology, clinging to Y/n as though he'd die if he let go.

In a way, maybe he would.

But, every time, no matter how cruel John was, Y/n ended those explosive moments the same way. Soft hands would detangle his clenched fists from his unkempt hair, his tears would be wiped away, and he would be pulled into a hug that seemed to shield him from the whole world. Suddenly he was small– smaller than he’d ever been, and he was hyper aware of just how strong his lover really was. Y/n would hold him until his anger faded and his eyes grew heavy with fatigue.

”Give me your rage,” Y/n would say while rubbing soothing circles between John’s shoulder blades. ”Give me what you can’t hold anymore.”

One day, once his hair had grown out fairly well, Y/n pitched an offer.

“I could bleach it for you, y’know… Trim it up a little, too. But, only if you want.”

They’d been standing in the bathroom, each of them brushing their teeth, when Y/n brought it up. John stared blankly at him, his body numb at the idea. His answer had been vague– unsatisfying for either option.

Y/n insisted that no answer was just as good as giving one.

John didn't know what he wanted. On one hand, watching his hair grow out after having it forcefully buzzed was almost… healing, in a way. But, the value of healing conflicted now with revulsion as he slowly but surely began to look like a fucking mess. The sides blended with the top and had grown down past his ears now, making him look like a scraggly mop. The ends tickled his neck, too.

But Y/n didn't press it further, and simply pressed a kiss to his scruffy cheek.

"Want me to do your beard today?"

John agreed. He was wise to the fact that Y/n's method of circumventing his lack of motivation to even groom himself was by offering to simply do it for him. At first, it was humiliating to need help for something so fucking mundane and simple. But, John rarely if ever found the spark to take care of his body properly. By now, he was used to it– but he was no less grateful for it. Especially when Y/n used it as an opportunity to practically fucking worship what little was left of him during showers.

The web-head was gentle through the process. So, so gentle. He handled John as though he was made of porcelain– and maybe he was, now, in comparison. Y/n would angle his head with the softest touches to his jaw, making sure he got every last trace of hair shaved away. Y/n pat John’s face dry and ended the task with a tender kiss to both cheeks– especially overtop of the pink scar traveling the ridge of his right cheekbone– and then to his lips.

“You look great, babe,” Y/n grinned as he pulled John into a hug.

John returned the gesture, but glanced away into the mirror. He hated that he could no longer pick up on the telltale signs of a lie, and now he could feel his insecurities bubbling to the forefront of his mind.

Could Y/n really mean that? Because the man staring back at him in the mirror looked like a fucking mess. A soft, fuzzy belly peeking over the band of his underwear, soft arms, shaggy hair, baggy, sleep deprived eyes... What part of him looked anywhere near great?

John must have taken too long scrutinizing himself, because Y/n spoke up.

“Don’t doubt me, Johnny.” Y/n murmured against the curve of his neck. “I meant what I said. I love you; I’d never lie to you.”

And, now, here they were. Y/n pushed a small shopping cart through aisles of clothes while John followed closely behind, his posture hunched and hidden inside of a hoodie. Part of him was afraid to stand out, but another part of him knew he no longer could.

Both burned a pit of shame deep into his gut.

“Any preference on color?” Y/n inquired, pointing at a rack of flannel shirts. He’d already walked John through the rest of the store, picking up a small variety of shirts and pants along the way.

“I don’t know, Y/n.” John grit. He was uncomfortable. Like a raw nerve, he was exposed to the world for the first time in months– and it was completely unsettling. His heart raced, and he felt almost… dizzy. Not only that, but he was becoming irate, too. “Do I really need all of this shit?”

“Mmm, it’s up to you. I just want you to have a decent setup, y’know?”

John sighed and rolled his eyes in exasperation, but a part of him understood that Y/n just wanted to help. He does need these things, but obtaining them was so… not Homelander. But he bit his lip to hold back remarks as Y/n lifted a flannel shirt to his chest to size it by eye.

“Fine.”

He followed Y/n for a moment longer before they came upon the changing rooms, where he begrudgingly agreed to try on a few items. The attendant shot them an odd look when Y/n followed him inside the stall, but perhaps he looked so helpless that the employee simply decided to let it slide. He probably looked like a fucking idiot to everyone in the store.

The first outfit made him feel… itchy. John was no stranger to uncomfortable clothing by any means as the Homelander suit made him all too familiar with sacrificing comfort for aesthetics, but there was something entirely unpleasant about the stiffness new clothes carried. By now, he was so used to bumming Y/n’s things, which were all soft from years of use and washing, that he hadn’t even thought about the fact that other clothes could be so different.

He consented to the outfit with a grimace. Y/n promised to throw everything in the laundry as soon as they got home.

“Yeah,” he sighed. “A lot of clothes are really stiff at first until they’re broken in. And, if you still don’t like them later, you don’t have to wear them.”

The next few left John staring in the mirror in disdain, but one garment in particular really hammered the final nail into the coffin. The soft curve of his abdomen poked against the fabric of the shirt, and it made his arms feel like they were big in all the wrong ways. He found himself grinding his teeth, and Y/n’s complement sent him over the edge.

“It does not looking fucking good, Y/n! I look–” He seethed, jabbing his gut with a pointed finger. “I have a– fuck! I’m getting fat!”

“John, you–” Y/n began, but stopped. Words weren’t going to make it better. This was about far more than just appearances.

John peeled the new shirt away as though it were on fire, and grimaced at his reflection as he rushed to put his shirt back on, followed by his hoodie. Because, that’s just how it was going to have to be now. Y/n’s things were just going to have to be his, because everything else either made him look like a fucking clown or they were just atrocious.

Suddenly, he felt like he needed to crawl out of his skin just to be able to breathe. He was too hot, the lights were too bright, the space around him was too small– everything was too much. His heart hammered in his ears, and John clenched his eyes shut against the onslaught of his own body.

Y/n watched him huff a frustrated sigh that turned into a soft, defeated cry as he sank down against the wall to hug his knees and hide his face.

“John…” he whispered, kneeling to rub a hand on his love’s shaky shoulder.

“I hate this,” John choked. “I hate this so much…”

Y/n understood without him saying it. It wasn’t necessarily that John hated having to go out and shop like some mere mud person, but that he was forced to reset and rediscover his identity– and this was just another hurdle in doing so. To see a stranger in the mirror every time, to watch that stranger’s body change a little more every day instead of being permanently perfect from the effects of Compound V. To see how this new life would shape around this new body…

Overwhelming was an understatement.

Y/n vowed from the start to never judge John for what may come with this new life, and he wasn’t about to start now. He held a special empathy for John’s plight in that moment. How many times did Y/n have the same reaction to his own body while trying on clothes before hormone therapy helped rectify things? More than he could count, surely… So, Y/n sat with John and held his hand, allowing the former supe to lean against him and fight back tears until there were none left.

The pair made their way through checkout as quickly as possible, and Y/n gave John a moment in the car to relax before they took off for home– which, these days, was an apartment half an hour from the city.

They sat together in the back seat, and John rested his head on Y/n’s lap. The air conditioning was on a low blast, helping to soothe the former supe’s overstimulation while Y/n stroked lovingly through his messy locks. Music cast from Y/n’s phone played softly through the speakers, and helped settle both of their nerves as Y/n hummed and gently sang along.

”Anything for you…

All of this is true…

But the best story that I could ever tell,

Is the one where I am growing old with you.”

Admittedly, the former supe had a soft spot for that stupid song…

Despite the sniffles, John did feel better, if only slightly. And, so, they set off for home, spending the drive in a tender silence while their hands remained joined over the gear shift– serving as John’s anchor and comfort through the unease of being in a confined space.

When they arrived, Y/n carried the bags inside while John followed like a lost puppy. He trailed behind to the laundry room, where he watched quietly as Y/n pulled the tags off of his new clothes and threw them in to be washed.

“I’ll do a few passes to get them softened up more for you, ‘kay?” The web-slinger explained.

“Thanks,” John murmured, his voice bordering on a whisper. “M’sorry…”

Y/n wondered if he’d ever grow used to hearing Homelander– well, John– he promised to only call him John now– apologize. Losing his powers humbled him in many ways, and this was certainly one of the most prominent effects of it.

“About what?” Y/n approached John and took one of his hands.

“F-for everything, I…” the former supe trailed off. “For throwing this all onto you– for being so fucking useless… Now you have this rotten job taking care of–”

“It’s not rotten,” Y/n interjected, bringing John’s hand up to press a kiss to his knuckles. “I want to be here with you, no matter what that needs to mean each day. And, some day, when things are better, I wanna be standing right beside you to tell you how proud I am of you making it through this transition.”

John’s lips twitched as a tear spilled free. A ‘transition,’ Y/n always called it. Never a funk. Never a problem. Never anything that could allude to him being burdensome.

“I’m proud of you now, too. You did a big thing today, and I know it was hard. I know that even agreeing to go out was hard. But, you did it.” Y/n continued. “And I’m proud of you, and I love you.”

“But, there’s nothing left of me worth loving,” John whispered through a suppressed sob. He fucking hated how much of a crybaby he'd become. He’d lost his powers and his spine. Pathetic…

“Johnny–”

“No, don’t fucking ‘Johnny’ me!” He shouted, gripping Y/n by the forearm. “I– I’m not the same man you–” John’s face twisted. “I’m not the same man you loved…”

“Y–”

“No!” John interrupted. “N-no! Don’t sit there and tell me that I’m just as good as I was then! I don’t want to hear it anymore! I don’t want to be lied to and–”

Y/n cut him off with a firm kiss, walking him back against the wall. He moved his lips against John’s with purpose, breaking away only when it was absolutely crucial for them to gasp for air. Y/n’s hand threaded through John’s shaggy hair, and the other cradled him at the neck. Small, shaky sobs shook the former supe, but Y/n never relented until he was sure he could get a word in uninterrupted.

“I love you more, every single day.” Y/n panted against his lips, staring directly into John’s tear-rimmed eyes. Y/n took John’s hand and positioned it against his neck, allowing the former supe to gauge his honesty by the feel of his pulse. “Powers or not, I love you. It wasn’t the flying– or the fucking lasers, or any of that, Johnny!” Y/n bit his lip as his throat tightened around his own words. “It’s you! It’s just you. Whatever you are, whoever you are. You, as you are– no matter what that means– you are who I love.”

Y/n’s heart thrummed heavily against John’s thumb, but nothing felt wrong.

“All of you is left to love. Every single part of you. Even if you hate it– I adore it,” Y/n pressed the first of a series of kisses to John’s face. “If you despise it– I worship it. If you can’t fucking stand it– it means the world to me!”

John whimpered beneath Y/n’s touch, feeling arousal and adoration build in his core, thick like honey and just as sweet, mixing and blending away the bitter taste of his own self loathing. His hands grasped clumsily through a haze of fresh tears, seeking more contact with Y/n.

“There’s not a single day that I don’t want you,” Y/n whispered into his ear. “That I don’t love you with every fiber of my being…”

John turned his head to nuzzle his nose against Y/n’s temple. “S-show me…” He gasped, a fresh stream of tears wetting his lashes.

Y/n took the command for what it was right away, and lifted John so that the former supe could wrap his legs around his waist. He carried John– featherlight and eager– to the bedroom and deposited him gently onto the bed.

“How do you want me?” Y/n whispered in his ear.

“S-soft…” John exhaled with a nod. “Soft, please…”

Y/n took him in a gentle kiss, rolling his tongue into John’s mouth to probe against him softly. He brought a hand up to thumb gentle circles against the corner of the former supe’s jaw, trailing down to his neck, his chest, then slipping under the seam of his shirt.

John shuddered at the first touch to his abdomen, and he tensed up as Y/n rubbed gentle patterns against the soft flesh of his stomach. He sucked in a sharp breath, tongue stilling against his love’s as Y/n danced the tips of his fingers over a ticklish spot. He whined, and Y/n giggled.

“So cute…” Y/n grinned against his lips. He pulled away to look down at John, taking in the sight of his kiss-swollen lips, hazy eyes, and the small patch of his belly peeking out from where his shirt had ridden up. “Close your eyes, Johnny…”

Just like before, back when Y/n would coax him out of the top piece of his suit, John obeyed. He felt Y/n’s other hand slip under his shirt, slowly, carefully working it up his torso. Lips pressed to the curve of his belly, peppering featherlight kisses all over– even the ticklish spots. Especially the ticklish spots. The kisses followed up to his sternum, and broke away briefly as his upper half was stripped bare.

Y/n stared down at John for a moment, really taking in the sight before him. His partner’s brows were furrowed, obviously trying to dispel unpleasant thoughts dancing behind his closed eyes, even as Y/n kept running his hands up and down the length of his sides. John's build truly had softened, but Y/n found it no less satisfying than when he was hardened with deceivingly light muscle.

Just as wonderful. Just as beautiful.

His Johnny.

The curve of John’s cock pressing against his sweatpants was tempting, but there was more to do before the main show.

“I love you,” Y/n breathed against John’s chest, his breath rustling the dark curls covering the expanse of it. He pressed a gentle kiss over his heart once, twice, and then again before veering off center to seek out a nipple. John’s tenderness to touch there never failed to send a jolt of excitement straight to Y/n’s core, and the hands gripping his hair only stoked the fire further. “Every inch…” Y/n came up to lick a stripe across the pulse point of John’s neck and rolled his hips in time with the swipe of his tongue.

John whimpered, and fought to keep his eyes closed. He tried to focus on the sensations, on the comforting feel of Y/n’s skin against him. He sucked in a sharp breath when Y/n thrust against him once more.

“Open your eyes, baby,” Y/n murmured, still rhythmically rolling his hips against John’s.

The former supe obeyed, and was met with Y/n pressing kisses against his cheek– paying extra special attention to that pink scar, just like always. A shiver worked down his spine, and John moved to meet Y/n’s hips.

“Good boy,” Y/n praised, winking at John before traveling down, trailing kisses all the way to the waistband of his pants. “So, so good…”

John squirmed at the feel of his love’s hot breath dancing over the trail of hair leading to the core of his need.

Y/n wasted no time in shimmying both John’s pants and his underwear down, pulling them away entirely in one eager sweep. His eyes immediately darted to the sight of John’s cock resting against his lower belly, and he licked his lips in excitement.

“You look good enough to fucking eat,” Y/n breathed, running his hands up and down John’s inner thighs. He leaned down, replacing a hand with his lips to leave little love bites up and down John’s leg– nipping carefully so as not to break his skin.

Though he’d never admit it for the sake of his love’s tender ego, Y/n had to be careful with John now. Not necessarily to the extent that it required treating the former supe as though he were made of glass, but… Y/n vowed to take care never to hurt him. And, so, he worked upwards, gently, one hand stroking around where Johnny really needed him, and his lips dancing just shy of his shaft.

“P-please…”

“Hmm,” Y/n hummed, “but I wanna savor you… Every,” he nipped John’s inner thigh, prompting a cute squeak from his partner, “bite of you…”

Y/n felt hands tangle in his hair, and he followed without resistance as they guided him right over that delicious, throbbing cock.

John felt a fresh wave of self consciousness wash over himself as he looked down, watching Y/n engulf his length, taking more and more until his love’s nose was pressed into the thick, curly bed of hair at the base of his cock. Once upon a time, he’d have been thrilled to see Y/n throating him so eagerly, but now?

It was just another thing he was failing to keep up with. It used to be that John kept his goods neatly trimmed– borderline hairless, even. In fact, he kept his entire body maintained to the point where he could pass as marble under the proper lighting. Then along came a spider who happened to not mind his body hair. But, even then, John insisted upon keeping his groin trimmed neatly.

But that was then, and now…

“Sorry…” he whispered, guiding Y/n up and away from his cock.

“Huh?” Y/n inquired, licking a thread of saliva away from the tip.

“T-The hair… H-Haven't gotten around to–”

“John,” Y/n spoke firmly, pumping his shaft. “I would fucking floss with you. Please don’t apologize for that.”

That was all Y/n said before he was using his superior strength to coax John back down against the bed, taking his cock in his mouth once more, working soft whines and moans from his love. He bobbed his head, letting the tip knock against the back of his throat enthusiastically. He smiled around John’s shaft with every little noise his ministrations produced, every rock and thrust forward into the heat of his throat. Spit dribbled down onto John’s balls, and Y/n spread it all around as he gently played with them. He opted not to spend too terribly long of a time sucking John’s cock so as to make sure there was plenty of build up left to fuck him properly.

Y/n pulled away for a moment to strip away his own clothes, but stilled when he felt his partner’s hands trail under his shirt. It had been a while since John was confident enough in bed to take any sort of initiative beyond small acts, and Y/n welcomed the change with open arms.

John worked slowly, hands running over every part of Y/n’s torso, mapping out flesh he was all too familiar with. He traced his fingertips over Y/n’s top surgery scars, back and forth over the dull, faded ridges. The former supe leaned forward and pressed his forehead to the dip between Y/n’s pectorals, resting there as his hands slipped lower to work his lover’s pants down.

Y/n cradled John’s head against himself and pressed kisses into his endearingly messy hair. His eyes fluttered shut, and he relished the feel of John’s hands taking gentle handfuls of his rear, kneading gently and taking what he wanted for the first time in a long time. “Mmm, Johnny…” Y/n moaned, rolling his hips forward.

John hooked his thumbs in the band of Y/n’s pants and worked them the rest of the way down, watching with wide eyes and heavy breaths as strings of arousal followed Y/n’s core from his underwear.

“Oh, god…” he groaned, watching Y/n move briefly to kick off his clothes the rest of the way.

“That’s right… Look how fucking wet you make me.” Y/n gasped into his mouth before bringing him in for a searing kiss, slipping his tongue in to mingle against John’s, gliding perfectly together in a dance they’d performed so very many times. Y/n felt fingers dance through his folds and let out a deep groan.

John touched him tentatively at first, sliding a finger from Y/n’s hole to his erect clit to spread his slick onto his eager bud. As soon as John grazed it, Y/n’s hips bucked into his touch, seeking more. He let Y/n gyrate against his pressing fingers for a moment before joining in with motions of his own, and the moans…

Oh, god, the moans…

The effect he had on Y/n made him feel fucking powerful. It always did.

“C’mon, Johnny,” Y/n whined. “Don’t make me beg for those pretty fingers…”

John grinned deviously as he watched Y/n grind against him. He teased his middle finger at Y/n’s entrance for a moment before letting it sink in, nice and slow. His confidence soared when Y/n began to rock against his digit, and then once more ten-fold when he felt his love clench as he added another finger and began to fuck them in and out.

“Fuck,” Y/n hissed when John focused his fingers on his sensitive spot.

“That feel good?” John asked with an eager smile, watching as Y/n’s brow furrowed in bliss.

"You feel good," Y/n gasped against him. He ground down against John’s hand harder, letting every noise slip free unabashedly, hoping that every little moan and groan– every whine and whimper– was building a monumental sized ego boost for John.

God knows he deserves to feel good.

“I need you…” Y/n breathed against John’s lips, cupping his face in both hands to connect the line of sight between their lust glazed eyes. The fingers left his core, but Y/n caught them straight away, bringing them to his mouth. He took John’s digits between his lips, sucking them clean, eyes rolling back as a deep rumble ratted in his chest. Y/n slipped them free, and immediately leaned in to probe his tongue past John’s lips, swirling his taste through his love’s mouth.

“I hope you can taste what you do to me…”

John’s eyes widened, and as though his body moved on its own, he flipped Y/n and pinned him to the bed. For a moment, he stilled, staring straight down at Y/n. He felt a spark just then, small, an ember that could drown in the sea of everything else… but it was there. And that spark took him.

It took John to the pinnacle, renewing an energy he hadn’t felt in so long. A power– not like he’d lost, no– but a power to create, to undo, to unite. The power of their shared love, and how sliding home between his lover’s thighs cast out all of the bad things, the unpleasant, the unhappy, all of it falling from his shoulders as he intertwined his fingers with Y/n’s, grounding them both within each other.

Anchored as one.

With his face buried in Y/n’s neck, John thrust forward, affirmations of love pouring into his ear, legs wrapped around his waist that shook under his power. Even with all of it, he still felt so soft– but in the right way. Soft for the man under him, for the love engulfing him and twisting pleasure into his core, for the nails biting into his back.

Soft, together.

He rocked into Y/n, his pace quickening as they approached their climax together, sweat glistening on his brow with the effort. When they finally tipped over the edge, John gave a strangled cry, muffling it with a bite against the curve of Y/n’s neck, his teeth indenting but never puncturing. There was a sweet freedom in the ability to unleash without repercussions now. To grip and grasp, to squeeze and sink his teeth into flesh without worry of destroying the last pillar of love he had in this world– the only one he’d ever truly had. To fuck though the waves of his orgasm without fear that he’d take it too far and leave his lover in pain…

As hands ran through his overgrown hair, John felt content for the first time in a long time. The tidal wave of his mind had calmed, and even his protector’s voice had quieted down. Maybe by tomorrow, they’d return– but, for now, a sweet smile tugged at his lips, etching itself freely into his features as the afterglow left him feeling nothing short of otherworldly– beautiful in his own right.

Y/n barely even had to try to convince John to join him for a bath.

They sat there, Y/n’s back to John’s chest, in mountains of bubbles, giggling and simply existing together. Arms wrapped around the web-head’s midsection, pulling him impossibly closer, and gentle music floated through the air around them.

Eventually, Y/n worked free of his hold and moved to straddle him in the cramped tub. Wet hands pushed through John’s hair, moving it away from his forehead.

“Hmm… What’re you up to?” He asked lazily, his tone bordering on a sweet tease.

“You know I love to spoil you,” Y/n grinned, reaching for a bottle of face wash. “Lay back and enjoy it, babe.”

John rolled his eyes, but couldn’t stop his lips from spreading into a wide, satisfied grin. And who was he trying to fool, exactly? Y/n knew damn well how much he liked it, too.

The former supe’s eyes fluttered shut, and he exhaled happily as the pads of Y/n’s fingers gently massaged the foamy soap into his cheeks, his thumbs joining in to slowly push the suds along his jawline.

A simple wash of his face turned into Y/n working shampoo into his shaggy locks, pressing kisses over his still slightly damp face, then to his lips, all while enrapturing him with a gentle scalp massage. John stayed like that, blissful to his core and content to just let Y/n pamper him, sighing gently as his love worked soap all over his body.

When a hand gently wrapped around his cock, wise to the fact it had been getting harder and harder beneath the surface of the water, John wanted to say that he saw stars.

But, in truth, all he saw was Y/n.

Though, at this point? The difference was lost on him. And that was okay, because there wasn’t any place he’d rather be but dancing in the light of love cast upon him, hand in hand with the heart he called home.

#homelander #homelander x reader #homelander smut #the boys #depowered homelander #sehtoast writing #hurt/comfort

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americancowgirl19 · 2 years

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Rune

Summary: Strange made everyone forget about Peter and Spiderman. The only reason you allowed it to happen was because Peter assured you, he’d find you again but when he doesn’t you take matters into your own hands... but how do you remember him?

Warnings: self-harm but not in a bad mental state/depression kind of way (it’ll make sense later), very slight angst, frustration, fluff, the tiniest bit of spiciness at the end, this is a part three and you’ll need to read the others

Reader: Male Reader

Pairings: Peter Parker x Male Reader

Word Count: 909

A/n: Y’all were either tagged in my other part or mentioned you’d read another part so I assumed you’d wanna be tagged in this one, lol... It’s been awhile but here it is - @blurredx18 @bignasty1008 @thewhitewolfmarvel @yalldownbad @blazedprince @march-moon @peachykeen3502 @meepmeeplegend

Masterlist - Part One - Part Two

You were about done with Peter. The only reason you allowed Peter to tell Strange to do the spell the way it was meant to be wasn’t because you agreed it was the right thing to do, but because Peter promised to find you. He promised he would make you remember him, and everything would be just the way it was.

It’s been months since then and Peter hasn’t don’t anything more than simple interactions. He’d find you when you were at a coffee shop or doing some grocery shopping. You still lived out in the middle of nowhere so ‘accidently’ running into you was harder than stalking Ned and MJ.

You knew it would be difficult for him to try to restart the relationship with you. You knew it would be hard for him to make the first move, but you wanted him too. You needed him to do it.

Peter fought to get the two of you dating again after the blip, he didn’t give up on you. He wore you down until the two of you were back together as if you were never apart. Now you wanted him to do it again. You wanted him to keep his promise but the longer it took the more impatient you became.

Soon Peter is going to leave for college. You knew if he left without trying to get you two back together then you’d lose him for good. As much as you wanted him to step up you weren’t willing to wait so long that you never got him back.

“Do you need help carrying anything?” Peter asks, coming up beside you. You glance at him and offer him a smile. The two of you have had smaller interactions but nothing that lasted long or went beyond pleasantries.

“Sure,” You agreed letting him take most of the bags. Normally you liked to show off for him, but you were giving him a chance to impress you. Should you feel bad for slightly manipulating him? Nah.

A small conversation sparked up but still it was nothing compared to how you both used to talk. There was still that wall between you both. When you reached your car, and the bas were inside he hesitated to do anything more.

“Well, I’ll see you around,” Peter muttered awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck.

“See ya, Pete,” You nodded with a small smirk as you slipped into the car.

“What?” Peter asked knowing damn well he’s never given you, his name.

You don’t respond, slipping into your car and driving back home. You had to give him a reason to come see you and his curiosity would eat at him.

It took a couple of days but eventually you saw Peter walking down your driveway as you cleaned up outside.

“You said my name,” Peter says, shoving his hands into his pockets as he stares into your eyes. He looks so desperate. You could tell, in this moment, how much of a tole everything has taken on him. The loneliness couldn’t have been easy to deal with.

A part of you wanted to mess with him a little bit. Serves him right for not following through with his promise. However, seeing him standing in front of you confused and desperate made you think better of it.

You set your cleaning shit down and took your shirt off. Peter’s eyes instantly fall on your ribcage. His eyes go wide, and he closes the distance in a couple of steps.

“What is this?” Peter whispers, frowning his eyebrows. His hand hesitantly reaches out for the marking you carved into yourself.

“I know you, Peter,” you say, softly. His eyes return to yours. “I saw your self-sacrificing move from miles away. I couldn’t let you do it, not alone. So, I broke into Strange’s home or whatever that witchy place is and looked around. Didn’t really understand half of what I was seeing but when I found the spell, I thought Strange had tried to use I carved the rune of the counter spell into myself hoping it would be enough to leave me out of it,”

“Of course, you did,” Peter laughed, his fingers brushing along the raised bumps on your skin. “Do you realize how dangerous that was? Doing that could have done more harm than good,” He scolds but looks far from angry.

“Remember what I said on the plane a while back? I’m not the good guy you knew me as, Pete. I’m selfish and I want to live in a world where I have you, not one where I don’t. You can be mad all-”

Peter launches into your arms, kissing you passionately. You pick him up, holding him against your chest before pinning him against the side of your house. Peter’s hands make a mess of your hair before roaming all over your body. He was desperate to touch all of you, to remind himself that this was real, and you knew him.

“What happened to finding me and making me remember you?” You ask, pulling from his lips. “I waited Pete,”

“I’m sorry,” Peter whispers. “I was scared you weren’t going to take me back... like when I returned from the blip...” You instantly soften.

“You never have to worry about that, sweetheart,” You whisper, resting your head against his. “I’m not letting you go again,” Peter slowly begins to smile before slowly kissing you again.

#peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter x reader #peter parker x male reader #x male reader #x male!reader #male!reader #male reader #MCU #Marvel MCU #spiderman #spiderman x reader

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mxeve0 · 9 months

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Miguel O'Hara X Fem Reader

Warnings: Deep wounds, blood, death, angst >:), grief

Small bit of context: You have a 6 yr old daughter named Charley and we're starting just after your cannon event, which is where you lose your husband :)

A Second Chance

Part•1

You slid down the outside wall of the headquarters operating theatre, bringing your knees up to your chest. Your daughter had a broken arm and rib, which had punctured her lung, and your husband...you could have been faster. You should have been faster. With the advanced technology of this universe, there was little to no chance that Charley wouldn't survive, but there was nothing that could be done about bringing back your husband. Your mind was rushing with ways you could have saved him if you had done just the slightest thing differently. It would have been so easy, so why couldn't you have done it in the moment.

The theatre doors swung open and you shot up, maybe a little too quickly as you began to go light headed. The surgeon-spiderman that was leading the operation rushed up to you, helping you steady yourself.

"You've gotten bigger," you pointed out, nodding towards her baby bump, which was now very visible.

"I know, look at the size of it," she chuckled, standing on a side so you could see it better. The two of you were silent for a moment before she moved closer to you, her arms outstretched. You walked towards her and let her arms wrap around you. It felt good. It was what you needed right now. "How you feeling?" She asked as she pulled away.

"Well, I don't think I've really processed it yet. Like, I know he's... gone... but part of me thinks it's some kind of joke, like me and Charley are going to go home and he's going to be there trying to cook something without burning the house down. But, he's not," you explained, looking down. Feeling the tears pooling in your eyes, you realised that you really hadn't processed his death; these were the first tears that you had shed since you rushed into the headquarters with Charley passed out in your arms.

"Baby," Jess cooed as she brushed away the tears. The theatre doors swung open again, surgeons rolling your daughter out on the bed. Tears swelled in your eyes again as you looked at her, all battered and bruised. You could have done so much better.

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You were sprawled out on the sofa in the hospital room they had put you in, with Charley sat at a small table playing on an iPad that Spider-Byte had given her. Peter.B had swung by with Mayday to check up on the pair of you, and somehow the one-year-old found some markers, leaving Charley with a 'dog' that looked more like a cow and an out-of-order rainbow on the cast on her arm.

The door swung open and you sat up, propping yourself up on your elbows. It was Miguel. His eyes wandered over to Charley as he came over to you, a scowl forming on his face as he looked at her numerous bandages and plasters. She looked up at him before waving quickly with her good arm. He nodded at her in response, and you couldn't tell if he was holding back a smile or if that was just how he looked, but you knew better than to ask.

"Well, I've put some Spiders on rotation to look after your universe until you're ready to go back. Don't feel rushed to go back, just go once you're both ready." The two of you remained in silence for a few seconds, the only sound coming from the iPad. "What?"

"No 'How are you doing?' or 'I'm sorry for your loss,' or maybe even a reassuring 'It's going to be okay,'? None of that? Thanks," you spat, maybe a little more harsh than you meant. Miguel stood there for a moment with his hands on his hips.

"Well how are you feeling? Tired, depressed, disoriented? Feeling like you want to give up but you know you can't for her sake?" He hissed, leaning towards you. "There was nothing you could have done about it, it was meant to-" He cut himself off, standing back, his eyes wide.

"What do you mean 'it was meant to happen'?" You demanded, standing from the sofa. "Are you seriously telling me that this was my cannon event? Couldn't you have given me a warning? At least to prepare myself!" Tears pricked in the corners of your eyes, but this time they weren't out of grief. They were burning hot, made from the anger that was boiling up inside of you, and they stung on your cheeks as they fell. You knew the importance of letting cannon events play out; it was a message that had been engraved into the back of your mind since you first joined the Spider Society. But if you could have had some kind of warning of the agony and grief that you were going to go through, perhaps you would be able to handle it better. Maybe you wouldn't have had that stupid argument about buying a new house the night before, which had left the two of you going to bed angry at each other. Perhaps you would have gotten him the more expensive watch he wanted for his birthday, rather than settling for the cheaper one. Maybe you could have been better.

"Mummy?" Charley's small voice called from across the room. You looked over, wiping away a tear. She'd stood up from her seat and was looking over at you, her head tilted. Seeing you cry, she walked over, wrapping her arm around the middle of your thigh. You sat down and pulled her up onto your lap.

"Look, I wish I told you," Miguel started, sitting down on a small orange pouffe. "But no matter how many times you promised me that you wouldn't intervene, there was no way I would be sure that you wouldn't. I'm sorry that he's dead, I know it hurts, but there's nothing that can be done about it now."

"I know," you sighed. He was right, of course. There was no safe way to bring him back. "You just don't have to be so harsh about it." The room fell quiet once again until Charley spoke.

"I want churros," she said, looking up at you with her big baby eyes that perfectly resembled yours.

"Churros? You've never had churros before."

"I know that, that's why I want them," she stated, hopping down from your lap and walking to the door. You smiled softly and got up and followed. Stopping next to Miguel, you asked,

"Do they do churros in the cafeteria?"

"Yeah," he answered as he stood up.

"Come on thennnn," Charley shouted, waving her arm to beckon you over.

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"Clearly you don't take after me with all this messy eating," you laughed, dipping a napkin into your cup of water. Your daughter had somehow managed to get more of the chocolate sauce around her mouth than actually in her mouth.

"It was good though," she said, food still in her mouth, before abruptly wiping her chocolate-covered fingers on her light yellow shorts.

"Charley!" you groaned, picking up another napkin. The chair behind you scraped along the floor, so you turned around. It was Miguel...again.

"We've set up a room for you and her," he said, nodding to your daughter, who was now holding her hands in the air to avoid getting anything else dirty. "You can, uh, stay as long as you like," he mumbled, turning his gaze to the floor.

"Thank you," you replied, before turning back around to attempt to clean the chocolate from her shorts.

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"Yeah, sure," Miguel muttered under his breath so that you wouldn't hear him. He stood up and walked away from the cafeteria. Taking the elevator to his office, he let out a sigh that he didn't know he was holding in.

"You're blushing," Lyla suddenly pointed out from behind him, causing Miguel to jump, even though he'd never admit that.

"What do you- no I'm not."

"Mm, yes you are," she argued, a big grin stretching from ear to ear.

"Why would I have any reason to be blushing? It's just...hot."

"Actually it's only 15°, aaaand because you like her. Like come on dude, she's just lost her husband, she doesn't need you trying to fill the gap already," she said, looking at him over the top of her heart-shaped glasses.

"I do not," Miguel stated firmly before exiting the elevator. She stayed by his shoulder as he turned on the screens of his computer, giving the whole room a golden glow.

"It's obvious, like, she has everything you want," she stated, resting her head on her hand.

"And what would that be?" He asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"A child....and a vagina," she replied, quickly whispering the last bit.

"LYLA!" Miguel shouted, waving his hand through her hologram. She laughed as he turned to his computers, the colour of his cheeks deepening.

#into the spider verse #spiderman #x reader #miguel spiderman #miguel o'hara #miguel x you #atsv miguel #across the spiderverse #miguel x y/n

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moonlightyong · 9 months

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“you were each other’s safe place and reckless place. and you would be each other’s highest of highs and downfall.”

– pairing: mark lee x fem! reader

– genre: fluff, best friends to lovers (?)

– wc: 841 words [one shot]

– warnings: underlying tones of depression and suicidal tendencies, mark and y/n are two carefree souls who only want to live their teenage years to the fullest, mark is head over heels for the reader and it’s disgustingly cute, reader is also down bad for the boy but mark is an expert at missing clues [tbh, the reader also is which explains the lil’ (?) i put right after the “best friends to lovers” tag above], if u enjoy reading about two complete idiots who happen to be each other’s anchor in this world and who happen to feel an undying love for each other but are too scared to break the friendship and are completely oblivious to each other’s feelings then this one’s for u my friend 🫵🏼

– author’s note: just wanted to say this is the very first writing i’m posting on here and english isn’t my first language so please be kind + alright so, i don’t have enough songs in mind to make a playlist for this lil’ piece of writing u’re about to read right here but… i strongly suggest listening to the following masterpieces to live this journey to the fullest as most of them truly inspired me and resonate with this writing [especially the first two songs]:

exo – runaway

5sos – safety pin

maroon 5 – she will be loved

chase atlantic – friends

one throw of a stone against a window was all it took.

the young brown-haired man who was comfortably laying on his bed and having some me time by reading his favorite comic —a.k.a. “the amazing spiderman”— knew exactly what it meant. it could only mean one thing, truly. it could only be one person. he reluctantly got up and walked to his window. as he opened it, your smile got bigger. and without noticing, he smiled back. it was you. it could only be you.

“what do u want from me?” he half-yelled, half-whispered, trying to gain back a certain level of confidence after getting so mushy and weak in the knees by the sole sight of you.

“i want u to get out here and live ur youth to the fullest!” you confidently said, your signature smirk shining brightly on your features.

“yes.” that’s what he wanted to say. to be quite honest, if it were up to his heart’s desires, he would say yes to everything you’d throw his way. hell, he would follow you to the end of the world, through the harshest deserts and deepest seas, beyond the horizon and towards the sky, no matter where you would be headed to, as long as you’d be there with him. but he knew, —at least, the rational part of him— that it couldn’t go this way. that it would never go this way. and, even though that glimpse of mischief in your eyes was trying to lure him in, he knew he couldn’t give you the answer you desperately wanted to hear.

“nop’. sorry, not tonight.” as expected, you rolled your eyes at him —one of your dearest habits, truly— and didn’t accept his answer.

“c’mon, mark! it’s gonna be fun! i mean, u know we always have fun together!” he hated to fight you, you and that light in your eyes.

“u know i know that. it’s just that… exams are coming up and i’m trying to tone it down a bit, y’know?” he already knew what you were gonna say. that’s how much you knew about each other.

“exams are a regular thing. u know what isn’t? ur youth… i’m just saying.” now, it was his turn to roll his eyes. and yet, you made a point. you always did.

“alright, i’ll just grab my sweater”. that one sentence was enough to light up your whole world with joy. in a way, you could say that your happiness depended on him. and you could also say the same for him as he got the certitude a while ago that seeing you happy was the basis of his own happiness.

once he had put on his eternal black sweater, he did what he usually does on those reckless, tempting nights. he climbed out of the window and landed perfectly on the ground, crouching in a stylish manner, in a pose that oddly resembled one of a famous superhero. his agility, speed and quick reflexes even allowed him to earn the nickname “spiderman” —or “spidermark”— among the neighborhood, making him an icon to all the kids around. but, what he didn’t know was that his quick abilities were also quite charming to his one and only: you.

if he had only looked up right after landing on the green grass of his backyard, he would’ve caught a glimpse of amazement and pure admiration that were shining in your irises. but, unfortunately, he didn’t. if there was one thing he was to suck at, it’d probably be at taking hints. yeah, he totally sucked at this.

“alright, now, let’s go!” and in less than a second, you trapped his hand in yours —not that he minded— and led him towards a new horizon in a world of wild nights, poor decisions and reckless behaviors. and even though most people would be worried, he wasn’t. he found his peace of mind whenever he was around you and that was all that mattered.

as you ran on the empty streets towards a destination that was completely unknown to him, mark felt entirely alive. he didn’t know if it was because of the electricity sparks that radiated from your intertwined hands or simply because of you being here with him, specifically choosing him to waste your precious time with… but mark felt alive. and he usually didn’t. and he knew it was the same for you. and see, that’s another thing he loved about your bond. by being together, you defied the laws of your pitiful, miserable lives. just by being together, your two hopeless souls got to taste true happiness and the will to live.

you were each other’s safe place and reckless place. and you would be each other’s highest of highs and downfall. you both knew the perks and disadvantages of your relationship, secretly, and yet, you both decided to take the biggest risk of them all. because you knew you’d be worth it. because you knew it’d be worth it. and you were damn right.

hope u enjoyed reading this one shot! don’t hesitate to tell me ur thoughts about it, it’d be an honor to read them :]

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#nct 127 #nct dream #nct #nct scenarios #nct x reader #nct imagines #nct oneshot #nct fluff #best friends to lovers #mark lee x y/n #mark lee x reader #oneshot #fluff

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maple-the-awesome · 2 years

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Birthday Wish ||

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 2,749

Requested by @sourpatchspinster: Hi hun,ay I make a request please? It's my birthday coming up in a month and I'll be 30 🙃, I'm totally having an existential crisis about it. Can I have a fluffy fic about the reader turning 30 and she is just being very dramatic like ... , She's single and think she going to die alone lol, but Bucky and his 106 year old ass tell it's going to be okay and she not going to die alone because he loves. Sorry this very specific, but I'm having a moment lol

I love this idea (mainly because I've had this same moment before😔). Here you go, sweetie, and I hope you have an amazing birthday 🥳

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You should be happy. The weather's perfect and everyone you care about is near, many of whom you haven't seen in what feels like ages. There's also not a single threat in sight; no rouge super soldiers threating peace nor murderous aliens threating existence itself. It's just your friends singing 'Happy Birthday' terribly yet purposefully off key while being all smiles and laughter; a look so foreign for the Avengers these days. So, you should be happy...but you're not.

Three zero. Your hatred for the number only grows the longer you stare at those red and white candles. It's insane to think that as a child, you actually looked forward to turning thirty. What the heck was wrong with you then? No sane person wants to be thirty! When you turn sixteen, you can get a driver's license, turn eighteen to be considered a legal adult, and at twenty-one you can finally drink alcohol. What happens at thirty? Nothing except more body pains in places you'd never expect and the terrifying reminder that the clock is ticking down.

Staring at those two cursed candles, you wonder if they'll reverse time if you wish hard enough. Perhaps you could even pull Stephan aside later and strike some kind of bargain, begging him to work some of his wizard magic to make you younger somehow...No, you doubt he'll do that. He was already complaining earlier about the entire fiasco that occurred after he tried helping Spiderman. With Stephan not being an option, you're really just going to have to wish with all your might.

Alas, nothing happens when you suck in a breath and blow out the tiny flames; nothing except the cheers of the crowd as they’re the only ones celebrating your new age. Not wanting to hurt their feelings nor burden them with your inner worries on such an joyous occasion, you put on your best smile. You're happy, that's all they need to know at least.

Being the birthday girl, you get your first pick of a cake slice, deciding to feed that inner child within by getting the slice with the most intact cookie on top. From there you slip past the group, finding a quiet spot on the porch of the Wilson home where you can eat in peace and alone...as you worry you'll be spending the rest of your life.

In the past (meaning up until earlier last month), you've tried not to worry too much over the status of your love life. You went on dates and tried your best to land a guy without any red flags, but on its own that can be a difficult, time consuming task which only gets worse when added to your busy life as an Avenger. It doesn't help that you pretty much took a five year hiatus during the Blip, only managing to go on one or two dates during that time before realizing you're too depressed to try.

Now that the Blip is over and everyone is back, you've been trying to slowly get back onto the dating scene with little luck. Before you could usually find a guy or two who peaked your interest enough to warrant other dates or even the eventual title of boyfriend, but now you can't even recall the last time you’ve called a guy back after the first date. Did the Blip change you that much? Has your age made you more picky? Or perhaps...

To be honest, if you allowed yourself to dwell on it long enough, you'd realize there's a reason for why you had such a hard time dating during the Blip and why no guy has seemed to spark a light inside your heart afterwards. It's because deep down inside, your heart already knows exactly what type of guy it longs for right down to the name no one else has been able to compete with.

It isn't that you're necessarily blind to this fact, only that you're too stubborn to admit it. You’re thirty years old today which means you're also officially a beggar who can't be a chooser and far too old to hold onto a stupid school girl crush. It doesn't matter what your heart wants to make of all those gentle touches or the playful flirting that surrounds your purely platonic relationship; it won't wash away the line carved in stone and the sooner you cut that pesky rope of hope, the sooner you can return to your quest of actually finding someone before you end up being too old to grow old with them.

"Is the cake not good?" At this point you're certain Bucky hangs around watching you just in waiting to approach at the worst possible time. There's no other reason for him to drop whatever argument Sam and him had been having just to walk over to you with a teasing smile that looks way too mischevious to hold any ounce of innocence; like he knows he's caught you thinking about something forbidden even if that's impossible.

Luckily, he concludes by the way you lift your head with a raised eyebrow that you hadn’t heard his question properly. Poking his fork into his own cake slice, he nods towards yours," the cake? Do you not like it? I had no idea which to get; there were like fifty there. I honestly just got Oreo because I like it, but I probably should've had Sam pick one out-"

His last comment seems scolded more towards himself, but you cut him off by quickly scooping up another piece of the ice-cream cake which had already began to melt," no, no. It's good...You did a good job picking it."

Bucky smiles more at this, although he doesn't leave. Instead, he hovers there mere feet in front of you like a child waiting to annoy their mom over something. You, meanwhile, fight to keep your eyes on the plate, only barely glancing up to notice his eyes lingering over the sliver of space beside you. Getting the message, you scoot over," wanna sit?"

"Yeah...Yeah, I do," he chuckles in embarrassment before gratefully sitting beside you. Despite the amount of room you've provided him with, he still decides to sit close enough to have his arm and leg rub up against yours; a usual habit you've noticed he has not that it means anything.

The two of you eat together in silence, enjoying how nice the cool treat tastes against the warm weather. Everyone else has migrated into different groups to share conversations while Clint's kids and Sam's nephews chase circles around the adults. You actually manage to smile at the sight, happy to see everyone back with their families after so much recent heartache, however the feeling doesn't last long before being bittered.

You're thirty years old without a partner. How much longer will it take to find Mr. Right, and how long will it take for the relationship to progress into something considered stable? While marriage is optional these days as is the concern over concrete long term plans, there’s always the possibility that you might decide to start a family with your future partner. Will you be too old to get pregnant by then? Would even adoption prove to be too much?

"You alright, doll?" Doll...Another habit of Bucky's that means nothing aside from a prick to your heart at such a vulnerable moment.

"Of course, why wouldn't I be?"

"You seem...distant," he notes, following your eyes to the group of kids who've successfully dragged Scott into their game of tag," is the party too much?"

"No, it's been great and I've enjoyed getting to see everyone again. I just..." You cut yourself off with a shake of your head, not wanting to get into it. Instead you pick up your plastic solo cup and fiddle with the smooth edge in desperate search for a good excuse," I haven't really gotten much done this week, so I'm gonna need to play catch up. I haven't been grocery shopping yet, 'need to clean the house...I might even update my dating profile, who knows?"

You mention the last part while lifting the soda to your lips and taking a long drink, ignoring the sudden change in Bucky's facial expression which scrunches up as if he has just been asked to solve a difficult math equation.

"...Dating profile, huh?" If you didn't know any better, you'd say his echoed words sound forced, but you don't dwell on that.

"Yeah, ya' know...Thirty's pretty old. I'd like to find a guy before I run out of time..." You hate how pathetic your voice gets with each word, reflecting your inner concern more than you'd prefer.

You really don't want to seem dramatic especially in front of someone you respect as much as Bucky, but you can't help yourself. You've lost count to how many times people have joked about your old age just today alone, never realizing the jabs they’re causing to your confidence not that they can really be blamed. This is the first time all day where someone's noticed your inner demons and it's making you fall apart at the seams.

"I'm gonna pretend you didn't just say that."

"Huh? What?" You raise an eyebrow, slightly offended at the way Bucky turns away and takes a drink from his beer bottle with a look of mild interest if it can even be called that.

"That you said 'thirty's pretty old', 'cause if you're old at thirty and running out of time, then that means I'm ancient and out of luck," he wears a smirk nearly identical to the teasing one from before, however the more you stare at him, the more different it seems. It's almost like there's a hidden pain of his own bitterness against the curl of his lips.

"...Well, I hate to break it to you, Barnes, but you probably do belong in a museum-"

"-Hey!"

"Don't 'hey' me. You're like what? A hundred?"

He bites his lip and looks away with a stubborn whisper,"...a hundred and six."

"Ancient," despite your sour mood, you still manage to smile at the way he nudges your arm playfully. This smile fades only slightly as you stare down at the dark liquid rippling in your hands, preparing to be a bit more serious with your next topic," but even so, I don't think you have as much to worry about."

"Why not?" He's generally curious, facing you fully once more with a cute raise of his eyebrow.

"Ancient people have mirrors in their apartments, right?" You pause solely to get a good look at his frown before carry on," because I find it hard to believe you'd have any problem getting a date with your looks. Even the other day when we went down to the docks to help Sam with his boat, there were girls giggling about you. I bet if you stood on the side of the street with a sign that said 'please date me', there'd be a line of men and women wrapping around Louisiana."

"I don't get that much attention," He leans back against the stairs, propping his leg up and bringing his beer to his lips yet never actually taking a drink. If anything, he's just using it to hide his face from you while pretending to be watching the party from a distance.

"You get all the attention. Everyone knows that...but if you don't believe me, we can do a vote-"

"-Nope. No need for that...Just sit your ass down, doll," you go to stand only for Bucky to grab your arm in a hurry and pull you back down, his cheeks dusted from what you assume is embarrassment as you laugh. Shifting uncomfortably, he mumbles," if that's your logic, then you shouldn't have much trouble with dates yourself."

"What makes you say that?" Now you're the one confused.

"Old people have mirrors in their apartments, right?" He quotes you from earlier, bashfully glancing your way for only a second before turning to pick at the peeling paint on the steps," you're a beautiful gal not to mention you're funny and caring along with countless other things- what I'm trying to say is, guys should be lining up around the block for a chance to date you."

There's a heat to your cheeks at his words, however you're quick to remind yourself of their worth as a simple build up from a good friend. Instead of letting them sink into your already fizzy heart, you curl your knees to your chest and shake your head," the problem isn't getting dates with guys, it's finding the right guy...Every time I go, I find something that doesn't work for me. I don't like his style or laugh. I don't feel anything when he holds my hand or kisses my cheek. It just always ends up feeling...wrong. Like..."

"...Like you're meant to be there with someone else?" You're shocked at how fitting Bucky's words are, a reaction he notes. Flustered, he gives a shrug while sitting up straight again," I get that. I went on a date not too long ago and ended up leaving half way through because I couldn't stop thinking about someone else."

"...Oh...?" You frown, fiddling with your fingers in mock distraction," why not just ask that 'someone else' out then?"

Bucky hums absentmindedly, certain you missed the way he glances at you a few different times in the corner of his eyes while weighing his choices in response. It feels like a good minute goes by, one where you watch the party in a somewhat tense atmosphere as if both of you are aware the conversation has hit the same stubborn door you’ve always somehow managed to find. It's a door that appears whenever Bucky leans his arm over your shoulders during movie nights or the way his words trail off as you both stand close enough to feel each others breath while enjoying the sunset on Sam's boat; a door that reminds you both that to pass through would be to cross that stone line of a platonic relationship into something not meant for friends.

"...I think she might be too old for me," Bucky finally confesses, his voice purposefully low to allow fate to decide whether or not you hear.

Fate decides that you do, shown through your confusion," too old for you? What girl is too old for a hundred and six year old man? Are you checking out the ladies at a retirement home or something?”

He shrugs, leaning forward slightly while cupping his hands together," I don't know…I just heard her say thirty is pretty old."

You blink once then twice, letting his words sink in," you..."

Chewing his bottom lip, he refuses to steal glances at you anymore, instead beginning to feel the suffocation of regret set in," look, I get it if you’re not interested. It’s weird, I mean, we’re friends and teammates, but I…I really like you, doll, and if you’d give me the chance, I’d like to be the first guy in line for a date with you- If not then that’s fine. I won’t bring it up again, I promise. I-”

“-I’m free Friday…”

“H-Huh?”

“Friday night. I’m, uh, free if you’d like to go out then,” you rub the back of your neck shyly, your face feeling like it’s on fire as Bucky stares at you in surprise.

It takes some time for your words to process in his head, the outcome where you agree to a date having never actually been considered for some reason. He figured it would be a longshot, one against his better judgment that would possibly ruin your friendship, but not in a good way; not in this way.

“Friday night,” he echoes breathlessly before seeming to snap back into it, his voice noticeably more uplifted as he nods frantically,” right, Friday, I can do that. Uh, how about we go dancing? Do guys still take girls dancing? I don’t have any idea how this modern dating thing works.”

You chuckle at his eagerness, finally finding the courage to look at him with an uncontrollable smile of your own,” I think any date would be amazing with you- as long as you don't take me to a bingo night somewhere that is."

“...Bingo's actually kind of fun, doll.”

“Maybe you are too old for me.”

“Hey!”

You laugh, standing up from the porch with your empty plate and cup in hand," Friday night dancing...It's a date then, Barnes. I'm looking forward to it."

Going on a date with Bucky might not be what you wished for today, but it's something far better, that's for sure...Maybe turning thirty isn't actually that bad after all.

#bucky fic #bucky barnes x reader #james buchanan barnes #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky x y/n #bucky x reader #marvel #x reader #reader insert

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