#this looks bad but i wanted to make something about mj i love her

[yougavemeyourheartyouknow]

Childs play (Miguel O’Hara x fem! Reader [ex-Childhood best friend turned Fwb AU]) one shot

Hiiiii! I’m so freaking excited for y’all to read this I’m literally shaking! This will only be 1 part. (Edit: I’ve changed my mind it will get a second part but it won’t be put right away) Shout out to @chickenshit03 for beta reading the one shot. Absolute sweetheart 🫶🏼. Not proofread, enjoy!!

(Y/N)-Your name.

NSFW!! SMUT!! MDNI!! Cursing, light choking during the deed , protecting PinV, Miguel being a big meanie near the end, Comfort/Hurt, lmk if I can’t think of anymore

Word count: 4.6k

Masterlist

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Knock knock…

“Hello, I’m sorry if I’m intruding but I wanted to introduce myself, me and my family just moved in next door and I wanted to introduce ourselves.” Your mother said as she stood at her neighbors door, you hid timidly behind her leg as she spoke to a Hispanic woman with curly dark hair. Your eyes wandered around her living room, or at least as much as you could catch from your spot. Not paying any mind to the conversation they were having when your eyes spotted a young boy around your age, about five or so walking past with a few legos in hand.

Your shyness was quickly overtaken with curiosity as you went to pull on your mother’s hand, she must have been watching you stare at the brunette, because before you could even turn up to ask her if you could go play, she was already shooing you in the direction of him as her and the other lady went to go talk over coffee in the kitchen.

He didn’t glance up at you as you sat down in front of his spot on the living room floor, being too preoccupied on the Star Wars set he was working on.

“Hi.”

“Hi.”

“My name’s (Y/N).”

“Cool.”

“What’s your name?”

“Miguel.”

You paused, shifting to sit down better before speaking again.

“Can I help? I love legos.”

He stayed quiet, and for a second you think he’ll say no, until he shrugged and moved the instruction book so you both could read it, making your lips come up in a smile.

“Sure.”

—

“You can teach me to play street fighter a million times and I will never understand it.” You huffed as you dropped the controller on your lap and leaned back on the couch, the tv in his living room sounded out a “finish her” as Miguel’s character killed yours, you couldn’t even be bothered to remember the names, peeved off that’d he beat you for the upteenth time, him not even having the courtesy to let you win one round.

“I’m not gonna be sorry for you being bad.” He retorted in a teasing tone, sticking out his tongue at you, and blew a raspberry. Your arms quickly crossover your chest as you puff your cheeks out with a pout.

“You’re so mean to me Miguel, I hate you.” You mumbled the half-lie to the other ten year old, looking away as you felt your cheeks heat with embarrassment, you didn’t even notice his movements until you felt him grab for your hand, turning your head to realize he was now standing in front of your spot on the couch.

“You don’t hate me, I’m your best friend.” He states, making you nod your head in confirmation after a beat, “Good. Because you’re my best friend too.” You smiled.

“Can we play something else then?”

“Nope.”

“Ughhh.”

—

“(Y/N), it’s your turn to spin the bottle.” Mj’s voice snapped you out of your head, suddenly aware of all the other fourteen years olds turning to stare at you. Was it a bit embarrassing you were about to lose your first kiss in a game of spin the bottle?

Half-dried nail-polished fingers gently grabbed the base of the empty Coke bottle, praying to god no one saw the way your hand trembled slightly, as you gave it a good twist. As your eyes tracked the blur of clear glass, you got your lower lip, silently hoping it was someone who you wouldn’t fluster up in embarrassment when you had to tell them who was your first kiss in the four walls of the lunch room. Like Kyle, or Ben or-

“Oooo- you got Miguel!” One of the other girls giggled as your eyes shot up to where the tip was pointing and surely, there he sat in front of you. Miguel was good…yeah, great even! You trusted him, he was your best friend since you were practically in dippers…So with a fine silent look of confirmation, you crossed the circle, closing your eyes as your lips connected for the first time.

Is it normal for your heart to skip a beat during a kiss? God how red is my face right now? Have I been holding it for too long? I wonder if he’s enjoying it, he hasn’t pulled away so that’s a good sign right? I should probably stop now. It's been like four seconds.

You finally pull away, sitting down on your knees as you bring a hand up to wipe some excess saliva away from the cover of your mouth. The sound of the next person going to spin the bottle muffles out around you as you focus on the weird flutter in your stomach.

—

“SLOW DOWN MIG-YOU’RE DRIVING LIKE A MANIAC!” You yelled as your left hand flew to grab at your seat belt, right hand gripping the overhead handle so hard your knuckles were turning white, pushing yourself as much as you could into the passenger seat at you could while he just let out an eye roll and chuckle as you were being dramatic (you weren’t).

“I’m not taking driving advice from someone who doesn’t have their license yet.”

“You got your license yesterday! I don’t turn sixteen for another four months!”

“Don’t care, you could ever shut up or take the bus.”

You couldn’t respond right away because another scream came from your throat as he turned a corner.

“If I die in this stupid car, I’m going to haunt the shit out of you O’Hara!”

“I’m not gonna let you die, stop being dramatic.” He scoffed, finally pulling up to the school parking lot, finally slowing down as he looked for a place to park. His arm comes around the back of your car seat as he goes to backwards park in an empty spot. “See I didn’t let you die.”

“I’m actually traumatized…” You muttered, eyes still wide as you kept still in your seat. Miguel let out a huff and he goes to take your seatbelt off once the car was shut off.

“If I buy you some subway during lunch will you stop complaining?”

“…yes.”

—

“Maybe I could just take a gap year-or-or go to the community college nearby, just until I can transfer, then I can try for Columbia again?” You kept fumbling your words, looking at the rejection letter in your hands. If you tried to focus on it enough, you’d be able to hear the paper shaking lightly in your hands. Glossy eyes trying to rapidly blink away tears before they fell on the paper. Miguel quickly shook his head as he placed his coffee cup down on the table of the cafe you two would frequent.

“No. Not happening, I’ll just reject my application and we can go to Stanford together in California.” He told you, making you copy his actions as you placed the paper down next to your other University letters.

“Are you crazy? That’s your dream school! I am not letting you do that for me. I’d never forgive myself for that.” You admitted, looking at him in those familiar brown eyes, praying to god yours weren’t growing bloodshot from the emotional moment between you both. Miguel letting out a heavy sigh, his hand going to run through his pushed back brown locks as he looked down at his letters again. The silence that grew over you two was almost suffocating, a thing it never felt like around him. It made your heart ache, trying to keep back a whine and some tears as you closed your eyes and took in a shaky breath before opening them again and finally breaking the silence between you both. “I mean…FaceTime is a thing right?” Miguel raised a brow at your sentence, before it clicked in his mind what you were implying. Quickly shaking his head, his hand coming up to stop you.

“No. No. I can’t even go a week without seeing you, I’ve lived next door to you for thirteen years and you expect me to be okay with us being two thousand miles away from each other!?” You glanced around you when Miguel raised his voice slightly, luckily other than you and the owner the place was practically barren.

“Mig, we’ll figure it out! We’ll call and text, FaceTime, and I’ll come back for breaks! And besides, you don’t strike me as a type to enjoy California.” You attempted to lighten the mood, thankfully being met with an amused grunt and his lip twitching up slightly.

“Fine… just, promise we aren’t going to end up like all those friends who stop talking because we’re going to separate college’s alright?”

Your smile grew. “I promise.”

—

Ring…

Ring…

Rin- “Hey it’s Miguel,” your ears perked up, quickly scrambling up from your position on your bunk bed, where you were laying on your stomach, “I can’t come to the phone right now, leave me a message.” Beep.

“Hey Miguel… just wanted to see how you were, I finished my exams for the semester, and I’m going back to Neuva York tomorrow. I wanted to see if you’d want to hang out during the break, let me know… bye…” You mumbled before you hung up the call, tossing your phone on the other side of your bed. Running your hands through your head, letting out a heavy sigh. Closing your eyes to keep any forming tears of frustration from spilling out.

You and Miguel weren’t as close as you’d like to be anymore. How did a few months apart completely unwind the tight knit threat that had kept you both close for years? It had started out well, you did good at keeping your side of the promise and he did as well. Texting every hour, FaceTiming him every weekend, calling every night while you both studied, it almost felt like nothing had changed.

Then, classes became harder, you’d both start to develop new friends, new routines. The text became less frequent, now lagging to every few days, FaceTime sessions were now non-existent and your daily calls now became monthly, never lasting more than half an hour. You hated how you two were growing apart, and it hurt to see that Miguel didn’t seem to care. You didn’t have to see him in person to notice his new friend group was starting to change his personality. He was starting to seem more stoic, dry, it almost seemed like he was constantly agitated or something of the sort when you finally would get a hold of him. Still… despite the gradual change he seemed to be going through you still had hope that deep down he was still the same old Miguel you had grown to love and cherish. And that spark of hope only grew when you heard the faint buzz of your phone from the foot of your bed, quickly grabbing it to read a new message.

Text me when you get in tomorrow.

—

This was not what you had in mind.

Somehow Miguel had convinced you to go to some random bar that didn’t ID with him and his college buddies. “I’ll be fun” he said, “you’ll love them” he said. Now here you were forced to listen to some snobby trust fund kid bitch and moan about how he had to inherit his father’s company and blah blah blah. You weren’t even paying attention anyways, his words were going into one ear and flying out the other, opting to sip on your mixed drink to help keep you from banging your head into the bar counter. Tonight had simply e been the worst. Not to mention Miguel had been acting… different.

Maybe he just wasn’t good with distance, but it still struck you as odd how the second you were both finally in close proximity it was almost as if nothing had happened, like your friendship with each other wasnt badly strained for weeks on end. It didn’t stop there though, no no no. Because now that you were with him in front of his new friends and all dolled up he had been more… touchy, and not in a way he had been before.

A hand on your thigh, an arm around your waist, a finger idly twisting and twirling your hair. It was so… intimate… like he wanted them to think there was something there that was more than just a childhood friend. You couldn’t say that you hated it, it was just unexpected.

“Hey… let’s get out of here?” Miguel’s whisper snapped you out from your thoughts. The way his voice murmured lowly against your shoulder as he all but rubbed against it like a cat making your cheeks flare up and a shiver ran down your back. Quickly ignoring the feeling of the spike in your heart rate and the wetness growing in your panties, nodding as you go to stand up, not wanting to be in the over cramped bar any longer and just waiting to head back to Miguel’s place since you were staying there for a week. Feeling like your knees were going to give out from underneath you when he slid his large hand from between your shoulder blades and upwards to squeeze your right shoulder.

Not sure if your hazy mind was from the alcohol or from his actions anymore. Not sure if things would go back to how they were before you’d left when he went to leave sloppy wet kisses on your neck as soon as his apartment door was closed and locked. Not sure if you could look at him the same way after he made you see stars from the comfort of his sheets. Still you couldn’t stop. It felt too good, he felt too good.

“Fuck- felt so fucking good…” He hissed as he pulled out from between your legs, taking a moment to let himself to catch his breath before rolling the condom off and tossing it in the trash can. You didn’t respond, still out of it from the aftermath of experiencing nirvana in the form of drunk sex. Letting out a sigh as you turned to your side and closed your eyes as drowsiness starts to seep into your bones. Feeling the other side of the bed dip before a strong arm came around to hug your waist.

“…Miguel?”

“Yeah?”

“This… was a one time thing right?”

A pause, a heavy sigh before you felt his soft lips kiss the nape of your neck.

“… of course.”

—

A flash of light shined through the darkness of your studio apartment. You didn’t even need to check the notification screen in order to know who it was. Only one person would text you at two in the morning.

Come over?

If you told your high school self that the only time you ever saw Miguel was in the deeps of night while you were tangled in his sheets, she would have thought you were lying. The most fucked up part was that it was starting to affect you mentally, how your best friend had turned into a booty call because of one night from a drunk fuck seven years ago, it was painfully obvious you’d never get to the point where you’d be able to go back to the way you both once were. You couldn’t help but cling to the last broken bits he was willing to give you though. So every time he calls or texts you at random hours of the night since you’ve moved back to Nueva York, you’d show up at his doorstep like you are now.

“I know it’s late, I'm sorry, these Master exams are kicking my ass.” He apologized while letting you in after a few seconds. Closing and locking the front door before gently pushing you against it, his lips already finding their usual spot against the crook of your neck. Calloused hands began to slip underneath the baggy material of your hoodie, his large fingers gently grazing the exposed skin, you’ve learned to stop wearing shirts to these sessions a long time ago. “Need to blow off some steam…”

“Miguel…”The way you’d breathe out his name always made him feel like he had died and gone to heaven, your hands wandering upwards against the black fabric of his tank top. His lips separated from the blossoming red and purple mark they left in their wake so he can pull your jacket off before stripping off his own shirt. Your arms quickly wrap around his neck, any guilt that had been lingering in your mind quickly melted away when his hands ran down to your hips underneath your waistband, thumb fidgeting with the thin fabric of your panties. “Need you-“

“Need you too Cariño.” He muttered before going to place a gentle peck against the edge of your lips, you couldn’t help but let out a small whimper at the movement. You’ve noticed he never kisses you directly on your lips, always on the edge, on your neck or cheek. You would have felt your heart ache if the feeling of your core throbbing when his hand dragged your bottoms down to squeeze your ass wasn’t more overwhelming, lifting you up to wrap your legs around his waist.

Half of the time you two didn’t even make it to the bedroom, finding a spot on the hallway wall or against the kitchen counter. This was one of those times, he stumbled over to the couch, too distracted on leaving hickies all over your chest and dipping his fingers into your wet cunt. You let out a gasp when you landed on the brown leather rather harshly, making the couch move a few inches from its original spot due to the weight of both of your bodies hastily climbing on top of it. He made quick work to strip the rest of your clothes from both of your bodies once he made sure you hadn’t accidentally hit your head. Quickly slipping a condom before lining himself up.

“Fuuuuck-fuck…” He groaned, as he pushed the tip of his cock between your folds. Your mouth falls open in a silent scream from the deliciously painful stretch that he always provides. Giving you a second to adjust to his length and girth before pulling out and slamming his hips against yours, each thrust making your silent whimpers and whines turn into pornographic moans and incoherent babblings. “Love filling you up. You love this cock don’t you?” He taunts, it was so cruel the way the words fell from his mouth but you loved it nonetheless. Nodding rapidly as you gushed around him for the first time tonight.

“Nah uh… need to heard you say it. Use your words.” He smirks, enjoying the plop plop sound that started to quietly reverberate off the walls of his living room. Glancing down momentarily to watch a thin layer of cum that was forming a ring around the base of his cock. “Tell me how much you love it.” He urged.

“Fuck-fuck… love it so much.” You moaned, overstimulated from your orgasm, squirming underneath him just the way he liked. He couldn���t help the way his ego swells at the way you feel apart for him.

“Don’t know what I’d do without you.” He cooed as he propped your leg over his shoulder to get a better angle, his sweet words always messed with your foggy mind. “Such a sweet little thing, all for me.”

“Don’t-don’t say that Mig.” You whined, head turning to the side, as your hand dropped from his chest to drop off the couch. His right hand quickly leaves your hip and runs up to your neck, keeping his grip light as he props your head back to face him with his index finger.

“Aww poor baby, can’t handle when I talk all sweet to her, huh?” He let out an airy half chuckle. Despite the honey-like toned he’d use, the underlying taunt was always present. “Let me make it up to you baby.”

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he thrust deeper into your core, making your hips subconsciously jump up to meet his.

“Mig-Miguel, I’m so-so close.” You whimpered and whined, clenching around his length, his hips stuttering slightly as you felt the heat building in your lower belly start to grow with each thrust.

“Cum with me baby… Cum all over this cock.” He groaned.

“Fuck-Fuck.” With one final thrust, you finally came undone around him, his name falling from your lips over and over like a mantra. Miguel followed suit, stopping his thrust while fully inside your cunt, letting out a deep groan as he came.

“Shit… You okay?” He asked once he was able to collect himself enough, climbing off top of you before rolling the used condom off his softing member, picking up his forgotten boxers and placing them back on.

“Mhm…” You nodded, trying to stabilize yourself on shaky arms and legs. Miguel seemed to have noticed, picking up your clothes from the floor and making his way over to hand them to you.

“Let me get you some water.” He said before retreating to his kitchen. The only sound in the air now was the faint noises of him rustling around his cabinets, and the quiet shuffling of clothes. Hating the feeling of putting your legging and hoodie back on due to the thin layer of sweat still on your skin. Once you were decent enough Miguel came back with a glass of water and handed it to you. Mumbling a “thank you” before taking a sip. Miguel cleared his throat as he sat down on the other edge of the couch, eyes cast down, hands rubbing anxiously together, finally deciding to break the steadily growing awkward silence. “Look, (Y/N), I wanted to talk to you about something… something kinda important.”

You raised a brow, noticing the sudden change in his behavior, taking another quick sip before placing the half empty glass on his coffee table. “What’s up?”

He released a heavy sigh as he brought a hand up to scratch the back of his neck, still not making eye contact as he continued. “I’m not sure how to say this, so I’ll just put it out there…” He finally brought his gaze up to meet yours, “We need to stop seeing each other.”

Huh?

“I’m sorry what?” The words came out of your mouth before you could stop, your face quickly filling up with confusion and a bit of disbelief as you stood up. Miguel follows your actions as he puts his hands up in defense, but you continue before he could try explaining. “You can’t just fuck me on your couch then tell me afterwards we need to stop. You know how much of an asshole you sound?”

“I know, I know it makes me sound like an asshole.” He tried to reason with you, going to finally put on his shorts and tank top that were still on the floor. Not feeling like being half-naked during this conversation. “Look, there’s this girl I’ve been seeing and it’s getting pretty serious-“

“A girl you’ve been seeing?” You repeated in disbelief. “You can’t be for real.”

“Well, we never agreed to be exclusive. It’s not like we were going to start dating or anything.”

Ouch.

You had to turn away so they didn’t see the tears building in the corner of your eyes, but even with your face hidden your body language gave you away.

“I know we weren’t exclusive but fuck Miguel.” You shake your head, going to make your way to the door. “I’ve known you since we were five and you’re just gonna throw me away like some old toy?!”

“Hey-no. That’s not-that’s not what I mean, you know that.” He takes a step forward, grabbing your arm before you could get too far. “We can’t sleep together anymore, but we can still be friends.” You couldn’t help the scoff that left your lips, finally gathering yourself enough to pull your arm away and face him again, not caring if he saw the tears cascading down your cheeks. He’s made you cry one too many times, it’s about time he saw what he did to you. “We can still be friends! You’re still my best friend (Y/N)!” He couldn’t help but let his voice come out in more of a panic, a bit more rushed. You quickly shook your head.

“No. No, we aren’t best friends anymore Miguel, we haven’t been in a long, long time. I know that, you know that. So don’t pretend like we are just because your afraid of losing your emotional support fuck buddy.” You finally head toward the door and towards your car in the driveway, not turning to face him as you hear him call your name. “Don’t call me, don’t text me. If you're as serious about this girl as you say you are, you’d do the right thing and block me. Because I’m so tired of waiting around and pretending like one day you’ll wake up and realize I’m in love with you.”

You froze once the words came out, hand still on the car door handle as you came to the realization you finally admitted the secret you’ve been holding for the past ten years. Your free hand going to cover your mouth as you finally turn to look at Miguel, the look of shock from the confession was evident. You shook your head as you attempted to back track.

“Wait, Miguel I didn’t mean to tell you that-it just happened-“

“… You should leave.” His voice suddenly became stoic, his face hardening so it was hard to read his emotions. “This is just helping my case. Leave.” The tears flowed harder down your face as he slammed the front door shut. Leaving you to sob into the emptiness of the night as you finally let all the pain from the last seven years catch up to you.

You weren’t surprised to see your text bubbles turn green the next morning.

—

“I really think this one is it.”

“Me too!”

“He’ll love you in that dress.”

“Aww I can already see the waterworks.”

All you could do was smile, your hands repeatedly smooth non-existent wrinkles as you looked at yourself in the mirror, you looked like a real life princess. After what felt like hours you finally found the wedding dress. You couldn’t be happier.

“Alright Miss future Osborn.” Your maid of honor squealed, finally getting your attention, “You need to get out of that dress, you need to meet up Harry to look over the venue.”

You sighed, as you turned back to admire the white wedding dress one more time. “You’re right, I don’t wanna keep him waiting just cause I can’t stop staring at myself.” You giggled, before heaving to the back.

You and Harry have been dating for four years now, and he had proposed last month during your anniversary. You couldn’t be happier, he treats you like a queen, better than any other Man you’ve ever been in romantic contact with.

Once you had finally finished changing out of your regular clothes, you grabbed your phone out of your purse. Sending a quick text telling him that you found a dress, before doing a quick check on insta, wanting to look at the engagement pictures you posted on your page last week. But the soft smile on your face quickly dropped, like your heart did to your stomach when you checked your activity page.

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Fuck.

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pairings: kate bishop x fem!reader

summary: you finaly have enough courage to tell the archer how you feel, will she say the same?

warnings: this part is angsty:( sorry, some crying, swearing

word count: 2k

an: i broke my own heart with this one ngl, also hi im back? i mean ive been here, just very very distatnt. anywaysss hope you will like this one, im still sucker for our lovely girl katie

part one

!MDNI!

"You should tell her." MJ speaks up as you all are sitting in Peter´s room, in the aparment he shares with May.

"What? Tell what who?" You really can´t lie, especially to MJ and Natasha. You never had a succesful time telling a lie to these two.

"She knows." Peter just mumbles as he sips from his apple juice. You look at MJ.

"Peter is really bad at keeping secrets around me and you talk about Kate way too much. Not that hard to figure it out." MJ simple states.

"Right. Of course." You nod and smile.

"But really, MJ is right-" Peter looks at you.

"As always." She cuts Peter off. And you just giggle at the couple infront of you.

"You should tell her. And tonight is a party so it´s the perfect ocassion." Peter says as he throw his epmty bottle into the trashcan perfectly.

"Today is a party? What for?" You tilt your head at the Spider-boy.

"Tony didn´t tell you? Welcome back party… for you." He smiles.

"I thought we had a welcome back party."

"You really though that a few drinks just between the Avengers will be enough for Stark?" MJ is right. If you can have two parties why don´t throw them? At least in Tony Stark´s eyes.

"Mr. Stark just wants to welcome (Y/N) as much as he can. We all did miss her, MJ." Peter say, almost as if he´s trying to protect the bilionare.

"I did miss her too, but I know that she won´t be much happy if I throw her a party with hundreds of random people, who doesn´t even know her." She states.

"You won´t throw me a big party, MJ? Oh man." You say sarcastically, which makes the girl laughs, but Peter frowns a bit.

...

You are not really sure what to wear, because every single time you think about going to that party it also makes you think about Kate right away. And that makes your stomach full of all different kinds of butterflies. As you look at the clock you have 15 minutes to get ready, but you know that you will come a little later.

Most of the pople don´t even know, who is the (Y/N) who just came back from long missiong and second all of those people are there for a free stuff and being able to say that they went to one of the Stark parties.

So by the time you will arrive, those random people will be drunk enough to not pay a single bit of attention to you, which is exactly what you want.

You decided to wear a simple outfit, but comfortable one, which still makes you look really pretty. Looking at your reflection, you feel a surge of excitement. You're not just getting ready for a party; you're preparing for a chance at something magical. You're ready to make the night unforgettable. With chapstick in hand, you head out, each step a heartbeat of anticipation. Tonight, you're not just attending; you're embracing the opportunity to make your feelings known.

...

As the door from the elevator opens, you can already smell the alcohol everywhere. Oh, how you already miss the calm night you had when you came back. This is just too much, even though you appreciate the gesture from Tony.

Your eyes immedietly find Peter and MJ, standing by the bar. It looks like they came like five minutes ago, so you decided to join them.

"You look stunning, (Y/N)!" MJ smiles and gives you a side hug.

"Well thank you, I didn´t want to over do it…" You shrug as Peter smiles at you. "Is uh- Kate here?" The nervousness is visible, really visible.

"She is. I saw her with Clint like two minutes ago." Peter asnwers with a smirk on his face.

You nod at his answer, which makes MJ frown as she looks at you.

"What?" You look at the girl.

"Don´t stand here and go get her!" She yells and that makes you jump a little.

"Oh- um right! Yeah! I should, right?" You look between Peter and MJ.

"YES!" They both yell at the same time and when they tell you good luck, you are already on your way to find the archer and ask her on date.

You navigate through the pulsating crowd, determined to reach Kate. The sea of people seems endless, but the glint of her presence keeps you moving. You move through conversations and laughter, your eyes scanning for that familiar smile.

Finally, you spot her. A surge of relief washes over you, and a smile stretches across your face from ear to ear. This is the moment you've been waiting for, the chance to ask her out.

Just as you're about to approach Kate, Pietro appears, cutting through the crowd with his characteristic speed. "Hey, I need to talk to you," he says urgently, his tone brooking no argument.

"Really, now?!" you exclaim, frustration bubbling beneath your words. The timing couldn't be worse, but Pietro seems like it´s a life or death situation.

"Yes, now! It's important," he insists.

With a quick glance back at Kate, you follow Pietro as he leads you to a couch with the rest of the Avengres. There's a mix of curiosity and annoyance as you wonder what could be so urgent that it couldn't wait.

Pietro lean in to you with a mischievous glint in his eye. "I've got this bet with Steve – he thinks he's unbeatable in arm wrestling. I know I can take him down. Can you give me some secret tips and tricks to secure my victory?"

You raise an eyebrow, torn between anger and irritation. "Now? Seriously? I had plans, you know," you reply, annoyance evident in your tone.

Pietro grins, completely unfazed. "Come on! It'll be quick. I just need the inside scoop from the strategic mastermind herself." He tries to give you complimetns so you don´t run away from him.

Your conversation with Pietro is cut off by the girl, you´ve been wanting to talk to this whole time. So you happily turn around, with a huge smile on your face. But it´s quickly turned into a confusion. She´s not alone, there is some really tall, handsome, godly looking guy. And it´s not Thor.

Kate looks at you, with a little smile. "Guys, I would like you to meet someone. This is uh- my boyfriend Mike."

Her boyfriend? What?

You just stare at Kate, you don´t make an eye contact with the guy, you just can´t. You can feel the stares from MJ and Peter, not even realizing when they came to where you are standing now.

The pleasant buzz of the party becomes a distant hum, drowned out by the thundering beats of your own heart. It's as if time has frozen, leaving you suspended in this surreal moment of disbelief. You try to mask the shock with a forced smile, but your eyes betray the confusion and hurt swirling within you. The air feels thick with disappointment, and the lively atmosphere of the party turns stifling. MJ and Peter exchange concerned glances, sensing your mood shift immedietly.

The realization hits like a punch to the gut – Kate, the girl you've been trying to gather the courage to ask out, has a boyfriend. The connection you felt, the anticipation building up to this moment, crumbles into a disorienting mix of shock and disappointment.

"You must be (Y/N), I heard a lot about you." That's the moment you finally make eye contact with the man. Shaking his hand out of politeness is a reflex, though your heart isn't in it. Still in shock, you find yourself mechanically going through the motions, the reality of the situation sinking in with each passing moment.

"I am, yeah- but I never heard anything about you, so-" you look back at Kate with confused look.

"Yeah, I uh- I wanted to be sure before you all meet, and now I am." You can notice that Kate is nervous and it means a lot for her, obviously, so you´re trying really hard to be… okay.

"Now you are? That´s amazing, Kate. So happy for you." Holding it together is getting harder and harder, why does it feel like this? You two weren´t even a thing and you knew her just for a little bit. It´s not fair to feel like this, especially not to her.

"Would you like to play beer pong?" Kate quickly asks, playing nervously with her rings on her right hand, which you always found cute, always. Stop. "She´s the best at it!" The archer adds and looks at her boyfriend.

"I uh… maybe later, sorry. It wouldn´t be fun, if I won again." You chuckle, the most fakest laugh in the history, but it seems like Kate and Mike bought it. "Play few rounds without me, you know… warm up." You smile and the group of Avengers kinda walk away. Some of them to the beer pong, some of them to the huge kitchen, some of them to dance … and you? Away, as quickly as possible.

Which wasn´t that hard to be honest. You took your jacket and went to the roof, your favorite place in the entire compound. As you get up, the view will never get old, you can see all the pretty light, different shapes, colors, sizes. This spot always helped you clear your mind, but not today… you couldn´t help, but cry.

You wrap your arms around yourself as if trying to hold together the fragments of your shattered expectations. The tears continue to fall, each one a silent testament to the ache in your chest. It's a lonely moment, and the rooftop, once a place of solace, now amplifies the isolation you feel.

After some minutes with just your sobs in the complete silence, you can hear someone coming up. You can hear two people, so it´s obvious it´s Peter and MJ. You just look at them with sad smile and tears running down your face.

They don´t say anything, Peter sits on the left and MJ on the right. Both hugging you closely, not planing on letting you go any time soon. As you lean into MJ and Peter's comforting embrace, the exhaustion settles in, a weariness that goes beyond the physical. There's a profound comfort in their presence, in the shared silence that speaks volumes.

The weight of the sadness feels a bit more bearable with each passing moment in their arms. It's a tired kind of sadness, a weariness that seeps into your bones. Yet, the shared hug becomes a haven of respite, a haven where you can momentarily release the burden and simply exist in the embrace of friendship.

"We´re sorry, (Y/N), we didn´t know that-" Peter rubs your back as he decided to break the silence.

"Peter-" your voice is shaky, but that won´t stop you from talking. "It´s not your fault, you just tried to give me the confidence I needed. I´m not mad at you, I´m not mad at all… just sad." You try to take a few deep breaths.

…

Over the course of the following weeks, the art of evasion becomes your unintentional expertise. The initial shock and heartache from Kate's revelation leave a lingering unease, making the prospect of facing her an emotional minefield. Rather than diving headfirst into the turbulent waters of conversation, you instinctively choose the safer path of avoidance.

Whenever you sense her presence approaching, a subconscious reflex kicks in. Your excuses range from sudden commitments to vague social obligations, all meticulously crafted to provide the perfect escape route.

The once-shared spaces become your labyrinth, and you navigate it with a silent determination to maintain a safe distance. Corridors become your refuge, and crowded streets offer a camouflage of anonymity. It's not out of malice or resentment; rather, it's an instinctual act of self-preservation, a way to shield your fragile heart from the vulnerability that still echoes within.

Days turn into weeks, and the dance of avoidance becomes a routine, a carefully choreographed routine that shields you from potential hurt. The emotional wounds need time to mend, and facing Kate too soon feels like an unbearable prospect. The avoidance is a temporary solution, a way to give yourself the space needed to process the unexpected twists of emotion.

Once again, thank you for reading!

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omg i need to see “mutual friends alerting the other about something they definitely deserve to know” and “anxiously waiting for them to come home so that they could give them a piece of their mind” please!! i love your angst it’s soul crushingly delicious 🫶

whew i got carried away, but this is a fave out the gate

It started as a dare, a shitty, drunken, jokeable dare. 

“I dare you….” Flash hiccups then burps in his hand, he chuckles and throws it at MJ who gags, “I dare you… Y/N…. to kiss Parker.” 

You made eye contact with Peter, it was a dumb dare, you were new to the group of friends, but even you could play into the game. You shrug like, ‘what’s the big deal?’ Peter acts the same, he’s not in highschool anymore, he wasn’t scared to kiss girls.  

“Okay, let’s go Peter.” You stand to wave him over to the closet, Flash stops you with a buzz sound. “Nope, right here where we can all see.” You look at him oddly, “that’s weird but okay.” 

You and Peter are friends, he’s cute sure but you weren’t hungry for his attention, you just thought he was kind and funny, and quiet, but somehow full of charm so when he spoke you made sure to listen. But it’s not like you had a crush on him or anything. 

Peter stood in front of you, you stepped closer and pulled his neck towards you. 

“Pucker up, parker.” 

And… holy shit. 

The kiss was like fireworks, a feeling like you’ve never had before. It made your entire body buzz like when you whack your funny bone against a doorframe. Neither of you could pull away, both experiencing what true blissfulness was made of, forgetting the dare you lost yourself into Peter. 

Until the group laughs, it makes you feel like this was a set up. 

“Not bad, Parker.” You’re breathless. 

“Not so bad yourself,” he is too. 

You shrug, “a dares a dare, right?” 

“Anything to please the peanut gallery,” Flash chugs his cup while Ned counts down. 

Something in both your eyes told each other it wouldn’t be the last time.

Safe to say, it was no one's question how you’ve found yourself in Peter Parker’s bed for the hundredth time. 

Friends with benefits sucks, give someone the girlfriend benefits, she’ll think she’s the girlfriend. It really, really hurt to find out you weren’t, no matter how aware you were the reality check hit you hard. 

“Uh, I don’t…. Look, you and Peter are hooking up right?” 

You could deny it, but that would be dumb. The friend group knows it, you both won’t confirm or deny, but when you hook up with someone who’s roommate is in the friend group, people are gonna know.  

“Something like that.” 

MJ sniffed, “but, you’re not serious right, like you’re not secretly dating or anything?” 

You don’t like that she’s asking questions, MJ was one of those ‘the less I know the better’ people, so her asking gave you an edge, there was a reason for the interrogation. 

You narrow your eyes, did Peter put her up to this? Does he want to know if you want more, or maybe he’s trying to see if you caught feelings. 

“Who’s asking, did Peter put you up to this?” 

MJ looks sad when you say that, a small frown pulls at the corner of her lip. “No, nothing like that. I just want to make sure you guys aren’t a thing.” 

Why was she acting so odd, this was an one eighty from her normal self. 

“What’s with the interrogation, trying to get a job with the FB-” 

“Peter’s hooking up with another girl.” 

MJ’s voice was rushed, like she had to say it right then or it would be taken to the grave. She gasps for air, like the admission choked her. Your ears ring, head feels hot and fuzzy, your chest clenches, you think you’re going to puke. 

MJ repeats your name, you can’t stop reciting her words. 

She snaps, you blink. “Oh.” 

It shouldn’t hurt like this. It was friendly, it was not supposed to be serious. But then the line between friends with benefits and dating started to blur more and more and suddenly you were only reminded you weren’t dating when you were around your friends. But there was trust, it was supposed to be about trust, and part of that was not hooking up with anyone else. The rules were if either one started to hook up with other people it would stop, but he broke the rules. 

You never took Peter Parker to be a rule breaker. 

“I’m sorry. I wasn’t sure if it was serious between you guys but when I saw him kiss her I-” 

You held up a hand, you didn’t want to hear the rest of it. It didn’t matter, he broke a promise, and so did you. No one was supposed to get hurt, and yet here you are ready to break down the second you’re able to get alone. 

“Fuck.” you whisper the words, nothing else comes to mind. You just wanted to disappear, everything was numb and you wanted to go back in time three months ago and just take a shot instead of participating in Flash’s dumb dare. 

“MJ, I’m sorry but I have to go, I think I have to break up with Peter.” 

Her shoulders slump, “do you want a hug? She’s not even a fan of physical affection but you look desperate to be comforted, you wave her off, you tell her if she touches you you’ll cry. She apologizes, she hates that she had to be the one to tell you. 

You tell her it’s fine. You say it enough to yourself you start to believe the lie, all you have to do is erase Peter from your place, then he can leave your mind. So, the moment you enter your own apartment, you pick up every piece of his and stow it in a box. 

Clothes, games, books, a toothbrush, a watch, even his spare phone charger. Nothing of his was to stay, to solidify the importance of this decision, to prove that you were serious you stripped your sheets and made a trip to the laundry room before sending a text to Peter. 

“Come pick up your shit.” 

He answered with a question mark, you didn’t even give him the satisfaction of seeing a read receipt. 

You felt ballsy, and you even had the fire in you for a minute. But the idea of seeing Peter any minute, and having to confront him, look in his baby brown eyes and pull the plug aches you. It hurt to know that if he had begged and asked for a do over there would be a large chunk of you that would dare say yes, anything to keep him. 

But he broke the rules. 

Without rules it’s only chaos and destruction, you didn’t need that with him. 

You imagine how you’ll do it. 

Throw the box at him, tell him it’s over and make him leave? No, you’ll have to see him again. 

Tell him he’s a lying piece of shit that broke your heart? No, you’ll have to see him again. 

Ask him why he’d do this with you knowing you’d catch feelings? No, you’ll have to see him again. 

Yell at him? Curse his name, tell him he’s a monster, that he broke the most important rule? No, you’ll have to see him again. 

Tell him you loved him, and you thought he did too?

No, you’ll have to see him again. 

It all ends the same, you’ll have to see him again knowing what you had and what he did. Or, you just leave the friend group, it would suck not having friends but you could make new ones, ones you didn’t sleep with no matter how cute, or how good kissing them feels, no matter if they promise they won’t hurt you like the others did. 

You washed down the imagery with a glass of wine, nothing felt right and you had no reason to be anxious. You pour another half glass, swig most down, then head to the building’s basement to put your sheets in the dryer. 

Nothing feels as right as Peter, you hate that he’s making you do this. 

You felt your stomach knot up when there was a knock on the door, you knew it was Peter. Your roommate was at her girlfriend’s and had a key, you only invited Peter over for the night, you wonder if it might be MJ but she would never show up unannounced. 

He knocks again, you finish the second glass of wine. 

Peter’s face lights up when you swing the door open, his eyebrows rise and so does his grin. 

“Hi, baby.” He’s cheerful, dressed in gray sweatpants and a hoodie, his white and blue Nikes poked out the bottoms. He looked adorable and you hated it, you were supposed to hate him, not hug him. 

You pointed at his box of things on the coffee table. 

“I packed your shit up.” 

Peter stepped through the door, looked at you then the box, then you, then the box. Finally, “why?” 

“So it’s easier to carry out, silly.” 

You wish your sheets were done, your hands need something to do, they’re starting to shake. 

Peter shakes his head like he’s trying to wash the response from his head, “why would I need to carry my stuff out?” 

This wasn’t a scenario you dreamed up, just being blunt. 

“Because I’m breaking up with you.” 

Peter’s face twitches, you raise a finger to continue. 

“Correction, I’m ending things. To break up we’d have to date, you just fucked me.” 

Talk about blindsided. Peter thinks he’s been shot, puts a hand on his chest and slumped in the chair next to the table with his things. He’s checking to see if his heart is still there, it feels like it dissipated the second the words left your lips. 

His head falls into his hand, he rubs at his jaw. 

“I…” He didn’t know where to go with that. 

I thought we had something? 

I thought this meant more than that? 

I thought I loved you, and you did too? 

Instead he sighs, he can’t make you change your mind. 

“Okay. Um, okay. Sure.” He slaps his thighs then rubs at them, he doesn’t want to leave, it will feel real. 

Finally he looks towards you, “why?” Peter’s voice cracked, he was distraught, if you weren’t so upset yourself you’d want to console him. 

You round the corner, you look at his things tucked in the box. Small things, but held memory. The first shirt you slipped on after he came to yours, the toothbrush you made space for on your counter, a comic book he had read you, his wristwatch. It was bulky and digital, you found it on your desk while he was in the shower, you strapped it on but it still loosely dangled, you ran into the bathroom to rip the curtain back, you remember shoving your arm in his face. 

“Look at me, I’m go go gadget.” 

You didn’t realize you had it in your hand until the watch face blinked at you, that’s when you noticed you were crying. 

You were supposed to be tough, he wasn’t supposed to see you cry. You were supposed to hold it together and show that you didn’t need him. 

But you weren’t tough, and you were crying, and the one person who could make the hurt go away was the same one that caused it. 

“You broke the rule,” your words wavered, you tried to say it strongly. 

Peter’s mind is racing, what rule, what rule, what rule? 

“MJ told me you hooked up with someone else.” 

Confusion fell over his face, if you didn’t trust MJ as much as you did you might question if she made the whole thing up. 

“No, I didn’t… I didn’t break the rule.” Peter’s head shakes slowly, he’s trying to piece together the information, he didn’t hook up with anyone else, he swears on it. 

You sniffle and wipe at a stray tear, Peter looks at you sad, you know he wants to hold you tight. 

“MJ said you were kissing someone else.” 

He’s still searching in his mind, you can tell. The new information races through his memory, he’s searching for a kiss, then it clicks, he knows what MJ’s talking about. 

“Oh!” He jumps up, he can save this. 

“I know what she’s talking about. Yes, MJ is not lying, I did kiss another girl.” 

Your face drops, it felt like a suckerpunch when he admitted it. Peter sees the hurt cross over your face, he reaches out for your arms but you shy away, he hates that you won't let him touch you. 

“Peter, I don’t… this meant something to me, something really big, and I thought it did for you too.” 

Peter doesn’t like how this is going, he can save this, he knows it. 

“It did! It does! Just, hear me out, please?” 

You don’t say anything but your glance at his face is taken for a go ahead. 

“It was at the Bjorn party, I went with MJ and I swear it all makes sense cause she was giving me the stink eye the whole ride home and I had no idea why. But there was this girl there and I swear to you on everything I just walked by and she grabbed me.” 

You scoff, “real believable, peter. Next you’re going to say you had no control over it and she threw herself on you?” 

Peter winced, “kinda, but not really. She was quick with it, I did pull back but she pulled me back in and I could just see she was… I don’t know, terrified. She looked absolutely petrified and I just knew she needed someone she could trust and I gave her a second to explain. Her ex-boyfriend was at the party and he’d been stalking her and she couldn’t find her friends and she said she was with her new boyfriend but she didn’t have one and he’d been following her around to prove she didn’t have a boyfriend,” 

He was just rambling and confusing you now, “where is this going, peter?” 

Peter sighed, this time when he reached for your hand you let him grab it. 

“She asked if I would kiss her to get her ex off her back, that’s it. MJ must’ve seen me at the right time, but I promise that was it.” 

You looked him up and down, he seemed sincere. 

“I didn’t even get her name, we didn’t make out either. It was just a peck that lasted like ten seconds, and I would’ve told you, I swear. If I had ever done anything with anyone at any point during this I would’ve told you, but I forgot about it. It was like a favor, and I just didn’t think about it like that.” 

“How did you kiss her?” 

Peter’s eyebrows turn in, “I just told-” 

“No, show me.” 

He looks surprised but he won’t ask questions, actually he will ask one. 

“Do you want me to replay the exact scene or just the kiss?” 

Your eyes sparkled, “if you’re offering a theatrical rendition I won’t say no.” 

He looks behind him and pulls you over to the wall, he spins you so your back is against the wall. 

“Okay, so I’m gonna walk past you and you need to pull me in by my shirt, got it?” 

You bite back a laugh and nod, he returns a grin and jogs backwards. He gets into character and clears his throat, then begins to walk by. You do as he says and reach out, you pull the pocket of his hoodie and tug him into you, on instinct his hand hits the back of the wall and he looks shocked, he pulls himself away. 

“Pull me back in, closer this time.” He spoke from the corner of his mouth, you follow instruction. His hips brush against yours, he tries to move away but you improv and hold him to you. “Now start rambling off about your creep ex boyfriend and you want me to kiss you.” 

If he wants damsel in distress you’ll give it to him. 

The back of your hand comes up to rest against your forehead as you swoon, “oh, mr handsome hero man, please help me, my ex boyfriend, you see, he’s been watching me and i’m all alone and scared and I need a big strong man to bravely kiss me so he’ll leave me alone, are you up to the task my knight in shining armor?” 

Peter nods along with your words, “that’s exactly how it happened.” 

“And being the man up to the task, I spun her like this,” he pulled at your hip so your right side was pushed against the wall, “so he could get a view, and I kissed her like this,” his hand came up to cup your jaw, but there was no softness. His thumb didn’t brush over your cheek like it normally did, he didn’t brush your hair back or look in your eyes and smile softly, like every moment before kissing you was just a lead up until he could. He just grabbed your face and pulled you in a little, mostly he was leaning to meet you, and placed his mouth against yours. 

No flow or movement, just a holding kiss against your top lip. At the last second he pulled and gave you a little movement, nothing more than a few seconds. At max, a ten second kiss. And it lacked everything Peter normally gave you, it was disappointing to say the least. Frustrating and pathetic at most. 

Peter could read on your face you absolutely hated that, he understands, it was a shit kiss. But it also wasn’t you he was kissing, so he gave nothing, and he’s showing you exactly how it happened. 

“I pulled away first, by the way. And-” 

“Peter, I’m gonna need you to kiss me for real, I need to wash that down with something good.” 

He hummed, “sure thing, honey.” It was a real kiss, a Peter kiss, the one where he pulls you in delicately, he looks over your face and smiles, his thumb wiped under your eye catching a fallen eyelash. He captures your bottom lip, and breathes into you, you follow his mouth with each movement. He won’t pull away first, he’s already on thin ice, he thinks that for the next week absolutely anything you want will be granted. 

When you broke off and his eyes opened you couldn’t help the blush that took over. There’s that love, you say to yourself. You need to hear the rest of the story. 

“You may now continue the tale my noble knight,” you bow to him. 

“It worked, when we turned around he was gone. She thanked me and then told me she hoped my girlfriend wouldn’t mind me helping her out.” 

You raised an eyebrow and crossed your arms over your chest, a hip cocked out. “Girlfriend?” 

Peter laughed, he held a hand over his chest. “I swear to god, she said the only way I would kiss her like that was because I had a girl, she said she could tell and that's why she could trust me. She said something about girl code and helping sisters out but I wasn’t a sister, so that part confused me.” 

At last you reached out to hug him, “your girlfriend isn’t mad and she’s glad you helped a sister in need. She also will put your things back where they were.” 

Peter’s arms wrap around you just as tight, “did you just become my girlfriend?” 

You nod against his chest, your cheek squished against his chest, “yeah,” you dragged out. 

Peter squeezed you, like he’s won a golden ticket he mumbles against the crown of your head, “sweet.” 

You shove him back in panic, an alarm bell in your head. 

“Oh shit! My sheets!” 

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Perfectly Wrong

Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: You realize you were always his second option.

Warnings: ANGST!, Bad ending, Idiot Peter, mentions of alcohol, mentions of being drunk.

W/c: 1.2k+

"You don't understand. You just don't get it, y/n" Peter denies looking at the floor.

"What don't I understand?" you ask with tear-filled eyes. "Why is it so hard for you to explain things to me, Peter?"

"Because even if I explained it to you, you wouldn't understand." He denies again. "Not like her."

 "Not like her?" Your heart hurts just hearing it. It's true that Peter is drunk, but it doesn't mean his words hurt you any less.

"You're never going to understand it like she did." Peter takes another sip of his beer. He had started drinking since he heard that his ex-girlfriend from high school, MJ, was getting married.

But you didn't know that.

"You're drunk. It's not the best time to talk," you hold back your tears as best you can and try to take the beer from his hands.

"No! Leave the fucking beer there" he exclaims and wipes his nose.

You had been dating for a year. However, Peter never got over his ex. Not really.

"This isn't you, Peter. You're not being yourself" you beg him to stop. You love him so much that you beg him to shut the fuck up and let you stay in the fairy tale in your head where you're the only one he loves.

"This is the only way I can be honest. Without this-" he lifts the beer. "I'm a fucking coward." He laughs sarcastically.

"Stop, please stop," you beg. This isn't him, this is just the alcohol speaking for him. You try to remind yourself.

"She's getting married, dammit!"  He throws the beer against the wall making you jump.

Inhale. Exhale.

"She's going to marry someone else because I never told her who I was. Because I never made her remember me," he sobs.

"Who are you talking about, Peter?" your vision blurs with tears. He's clearly talking about another woman but you don't know who.

"She would have understood by now." he looks at you with disappointment. "Why can't you be smart like her?" he mutters.

The words cut like knives. They are darts thrown straight at your heart.

"I'm sorry" you wipe away your tears and feel yourself trembling. Not from fear, but from anxiety.

"MJ, my ex-girlfriend is marrying some random asshole." He gets up to get another beer. "And it's all my fault."

"Peter, your words are hurting me," you admit. You want him to stop. You really want him to stop. He was never like that.

"Hurting you? I'm the one who's hurting!" Hiccups. "The love of my life is marrying someone else!" He walks to the door. "I need some fresh air."

'The love of my life' you thought you were the love of his life. Whatever it is you don't want to go down without a fight.

"Wait! Tell me what can I do to make you stay. What can I say so that you won't leave. I need to know how to fix this!" You exclaim.

Strange Peter turns and stares at you with wild eyes.

"There's nothing you can do, y/n. Like I said before, you're not her. You're never going to be her and I want to die at the thought of it." He tenses his jaw and mumbles. He looks like a real psycho.

"This isn't about me. It's not about us. It's about you and I don't want you to do something stupid that you're going to regret." You try to reason with the stranger in front of you. Now you understand why Peter didn't like to drink alcohol.

"Oh, trust me. I'm already regretting it" he nods and presses his hands against his red eyes.

"We were fine, Peter" you reason crying your eyes out. "Everything was fine" your head is racing. "Why is this happening?" you feel the air rushing out of you.

The pressure in your chest becomes too much, you find it hard to breathe, your vision is blurred and you squat down with tears in your eyes and your hand pressed against your chest trying to calm down even though you feel like you are dying.

That's when Peter understands and stops, you are having a panic attack.

He slowly approaches you as if testing the waters and kneels down in front of you to help you breathe. Apparently the consequences of his actions threw him into an immediate wave of sobriety.

"Breathe in. Breathe out with me," he murmurs with his hand on your back.

Even though you want to pull away because he hurt you, you don't. You can't. His body heat feels good and slowly you feel yourself recovering.

"I didn't even know there was anyone else, Peter," you murmur between sobs as your breathing calms. "If I had known I wouldn't have let myself fall in love with you," you confront him. How could he do this?

"I shouldn't have drunk. I turn into someone else when I do, I'm sorry," he says honestly, but for you it's too late. Parker broke you from the inside out.

"I'm sorry the love of your life is getting married. Even though I thought I was the love of your life." You look at him sadly. You don't know what to do. You just know that staying hurts more than leaving so you get up.

"Y/n I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I blew up and I shouldn't have done it, I- I don't know what came over me." He speaks. The remorse in his voice is more than noticeable. "Don't go, we can fix it," he tries to speak even though he knows is too late. He's screwed up.

"You gave me a lot of things Peter... although those things were thorns when you promised roses" you walk away slowly. You try to work up the courage to leave him.

"Wait wait wait. What I said doesn't mean anything."

"It was all a lie" you stare at the floor. Emotions subside, reason appears. "You never loved me" you deny. "My God, it was all a farce. I want it to stop" you cover your eyes with your hands wishing that if this is a nightmare, you wake up now. But you don't, 'Cause what is happening is happening in real life.

"Stop it. It's not true," Peter denies. "You know I do love you. I-" he pauses to think about his words. "It's the alcohol's fault. This isn't me, you know me y/n" he struggles as a drowning man moves his hands and legs to save himself.

"You were only with me because you couldn't be with her, Parker!". You scream in frustration. The truth is like a bath of ice water. "I was your second choice all this time. And why? You were lonely? You didn't want to wake up in an empty bed? WHY?!" you scream. "Why?" You scream again.

"I thought I was ready for a new relationship. I waited years to date someone else after her." clarifies Peter. "I just have these feelings sometimes and I can't control it."

"You don't have to control them from now on. You're on your own, Benjamin" you wipe away your tears and shake your head. "I deserve better" you nod "I hope you get over her and can move on with your life" you walk away.

"And what about what we promised?" He asks. He is desperate for you not to leave.

"It went all to trash when you decided to love two people at the same time" you talk without looking at him. "Don't look for someone else until you are ready, Peter" you glare at him. "You don't get how much it hurts".

And just like that, the front door closes. You're gone.

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[bugboysgf]

Jealousy, Jealousy

Summary: You like Peter, Peter likes Liz but you can't shake the feeling that you and Peter might have something.

AN:i never really write angst because i hate it but i couldnt get this idea out of my head. Also this is my first post of this year so enjoy. I take requests btw :)

“God she's so perfect.” Peter said. Mj looks up from her book and you stop chewing your food to see what peter was talking about.

“Who is?” Mj asked, Peter didn't answer, you look at Peter to see him in awe. Then you look to see where his eyes were. He looked at Liz putting up the homecoming poster.

“Liz” you said coldly to Mj. Mj didn't say anything and just gave you a look.

“So… you asking her to Homecoming ?” Mj asked Peter.

“What? No I could never.”

“And why is that?” Ned asked Peter.

‘Because she would say no.”

“Just go with somebody that likes you. Y/n?” Mj said. “Yea?”

“Should Peter go with somebody that likes him?” you just looked and nodded your head at the question trying to see where she was going with this. “Got any people in mind.”

“No,” you said quickly.

“But-” the bell rang, cutting Mj off.

—-

“I mean you dont think she would go with me. Right?” Peter asked as you guys walked back to his apartment.

“I don't know” you didn't want to say too much. Besides you like Peter and you wanted him to see that but you were too scared to make a move.

“Did you see her in that skirt today? She looks amazing. and-”

You cut peters talking out by thinking of something else. you could stand the way he talked about liz, everything made you jealous, Liz had the looks, the money and the boy that you wanted crushing on her. You barely knew her and you wanted to be her so bad. You watch Peter crush on girls throughout the years and never been able to say anything because you didn't want to ruin the friendship.

“Peter?”

“Yea?” Peter stops talking and looks at you.

“Why do you like Liz so much?” you just had to know what made him like her so much and why he would always talk about her.

“Um i don't know, i have two crushes but i know one of them doesn't like me back so i have to resort to liz.” “Two crushes? Who the other.” “Umm…” he looked at you nervously. “You don't know her.”

“Oh? Is she really pretty?” you asked

“ pretty is an understatement.”

Now you're really jealous.

—-

“I can't do this anymore.” “Do what?” Mj asked.

“The thing with Peter is that I can't do anything. I like him too much. I think about him all the time and he doesn't even give me the time of day. Yesterday when we were walking he told me he had a crush on somebody else.”

“Did you ask who?”

“Yes and he got nervous and said that i don't know her.” Mj looks at you with a be for real face. “What Mj?” “It's you” she said like it was obvious.

“Huh”

“The other crush is you.” “I'm already delusional and you're making it worse.”

“Delusional about what?” Ned asked, sitting down next to Mj. Then Peter sat down next to you.

“Nothing.”

“Did you guys hear about Liz's party? She just invited me and said to bring my friends too.”

“You talked to liz.” I asked him.

“Yea she told me she would love it if i made it.”

“Of course she did,” you said, rolling your eyes.

“What is it hard to believe she might like me?” Peter said, clearly offended.

“Well just like how you said it's hard to believe that Flash liked me.” Peter looked at you shocked.

“That's not what I meant, I just dont think he's good for you.” he tried to explain.

“Yea whatever peter”

—

“This is where she lives, she has to be rich.” you said to Mj you guys looked at Liz's big house it was like a mansion. Outside you saw people you've never seen with drinks in their hands.

Mj looked at her phone then looked at you “peters said he's inside.”

“Why would I care?” you rolled your eyes.

“Because you like him.”

“Well he doesn't like me back.” you grabbed Mj’s hand, you led her into Liz's house, when you walked inside you saw a bunch of kids from your school in there. You started looking around and spotted Peter. He was with Liz, he was making her laugh.

“y/n-” Mj said, giving you an i'm sorry look.

“No, it's okay, let's get drinks.” you guys walked over to the drink table, you went straight for the vodka, you grabbed a cup and filled it half way.

You gulped down the first one then poured another, drank that one then went for a third but Mj stopped you.

“ We just got here, that's too much slow down.” you put the bottle down. You were a lightweight you knew you couldn't have too much.

“Hey everyone we are playing truth or dare in the basement if you want to play.” flash yelled. You watched a couple of people go down there but not too many, you were about to not go then you saw Peter head down there with Liz. There's no way you're not going now.

“Come on” you grabbed mj’s hand again. When you got down to the basement everybody was sitting in a circle. You decided to sit next to Flash and Mj sat next to Ned.

You watched a Flash spin the bottle and it landed on this random kid. For the next 20 minutes you watched people do dares but you didn't get chosen yet or Peter. Flash spins the bottle again and it lands on peter.

“Truth or dare.” Flash asked Peter.

“Um dare.” Peter looks nervous.

“I dare you to kiss the prettiest girl in the room.” you look up from your lap, he just used the perks of being a wallflower quote. You could help but think about how it ended. Peter looks at everybody, his eyes pass Liz and go to yours, he looks at you for a second you think you might be the one that gets chosen but he stops looking at you and his eyes go to Liz's again, he looks at her. Your heart drops, you have to get out of here before anybody sees you crying.

Peter knows he can't choose you, he knows if he does it's going to mess things up he doesn't want you to think that he's weird. He goes in to give Liz a kiss and when he opens his eyes, he looks at you to see your reactions but he notices that you're gone, then he looks at Mj. She gives him a disappointed look. Then he gets up and leaves. To look for you.

When he finds you, you're in a guest room by yourself crying.

“y/n.” Peter sits on the bed next to you.

“Why are you here peter?” you ask him. “ Go enjoy your time with Liz.” you were half drunk and half sober. You knew that this wasn't going to end well.

“You're crying, that's why I'm here , you left the room.”

“Why did you look at me peter.”

“What”

“Before you kissed Liz you looked at me for a second. Why?” you explain to him.

“ i- i don't know.” He shrugged his shoulders.

“Peter, you looked at me like you knew it was going to hurt me, like you knew that you were making a mistake.”

“I didn't, it was just a look, that's it, i looked at everyone.” he explained, he was acting stupid and he knew it.

“Peter but you looked at me the longest, and I want to know why. I'm so tired of this peter.”

“Tired of what.”

“Why are you doing this to me?” you snapped “ you- you keep hurting me, everything is always about liz. Liz this. Liz that. I don't care about Liz ,Peter. I just want you to look at me like you look at liz. You might call me crazy but I know something is there between us. Because you wouldn't have looked at me like that before you kissed her. I can't shake this feeling Peter, and I know you feel it too but it's like you think it's wrong to like me or something.” the tears were flowing down your face and you couldn't control it. The silence was too loud Peter couldn't even look at you. You waited for a response and you didn't get one.

In that movement everything was clear to you.

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[catmansquad]

Special (2)

An irritating Spider-woman leaves you on edge, fortunately, the man you love can make you feel all better...

(Miguel O'Hara x M!Reader) (Pokes M!Reader tag. "C'mon... Do something...")

‘What’s up Spider-fans! It’s Spider-Selene here once again! There’s a whole lot of you who’ve been sliding into my DMs about seeing Across the Spider-Verse. Well, guess who’s gotten her own special invite? That’s right; I’m in Spider Society!’

She held up her phone, still recording as her other hand held up the silver-white bracelet that swirled with a soft neon blue light. ‘For those who don’t know me-? Seriously, how can you not? Well, let’s take it from the top; I was bitten by some radioactive guy in a spider costume- some sort of Halloween party at a power plant gone wrong-, and since then I’ve been the one and only Spider-Selene; half-spider, half-witch, and full on badass! Fighting crime and saving the world with kickass acrobatics, pure love, and white light magic! Well, I’m already in good; got some tight-knit friends… Uh… Like Ben! Hey, Ben! How’re you doing big guy? Just telling all my fans about how I’m-!’ ‘… Friends…?’ Ben hung his head, face vanishing beneath his messy dyed locks, voice low. ‘… My life truly can spiral into darker depths.’ Spider-Selene blinked, a little nervous laugh escaped her before she swiftly turned on her heels, panning her phone away from him. ‘Yeah, he’s just being himself- we’re really actually good friends, like… Uh… Like me, Jess and Peter! Heyy!’ She waved them down, watching the two in particular pause in their conversation and look to her. ‘Hey! I’m just telling all my fans about us, want to tell them about-‘ ‘Actually, Peter, I really need to get back home… We’ll catch up later, yeah?’ Jessica gave him a soft, fond smile, that Peter matched and quickly strode off. As soon as Spider-Selene’s masked face snapped to Peter, he shrugged with an apologetic smile. ‘Yeah… Sorry, I’d love to stick about and chat, but I promised I’d look after Mayday tonight; MJ’s having a girl’s night out. See you later!’ With a “thwip” of webbing he was off, leaving Spider-Selene staring at the empty space they had once been.

‘So, you know the difference between the movie and the actual Spider-Society? Well, the bracelets are different, for one… But the really bad thing is… Well…’ She panned the camera, over to where two figures lurked by a futuristic water cooler; tall and powerfully built, a man clad in the venom green suit of a scorpion with his tail lazily curled on the floor, and a man in green and purple carrying a fishbowl helmet under one arm. ‘… Last world I explored? Literally built in the skies; farmlands, windmills, quaint little towns. Local population had wings.’ Mysterio gestured calmly the glint of a fond smile on his face. ‘Why do you get lucky? Mine was a swamp where the trees would try to strangle you with their roots.’ She returned the camera back to herself. ‘See? Literal. Villains. Just walking about with travel bracelets on. In Spider. Society. I… I mean, Mysterio’s kinda hot though, but the point still stands! It’s for Spider-People!’ ‘What did she say?’ She froze up, slowly looking back to where the pair stared at her. Scorpion’s expression narrowed further, his tail lifting from the floor. ‘M-Mac, don’t get carried away now.’ ‘Listen, you entitled little s-‘ ‘Mac.’ Mysterio’s hand on his shoulder seemed to calm whatever rage was building. ‘Look.. Spider-whatever… This place is for all of us to explore and chart the dazzling expanse of the multiverse. Perhaps no-one explained it to you- perhaps you just didn’t want to listen- but me and Mac? In our worlds, we’re the heroes. Don’t take Mac too harshly, he’s had it rough; his local Spider-woman is a terrible villain.’ A look of concern crossed his charming features as he glanced over her shoulder. ‘Perhaps it’s not any particular heroes or villains you should be worried about….’

She turned on her heels, and hurriedly tried to shove her phone back into its pocket. In a sleek black suit, you approached, peering from behind neon blue glasses, the scroll of data running across the lenses. ‘You.’ You paused before her, hands behind your back. ‘Spider-Selene.’ She corrected you, and you shook your head. ‘Lyla, pull her profile, please.’ The scroll of data stopped as you surveyed what had been brought up. ‘Hanna, please come to my office at your earliest convenience; you and I are going to have a little talk.’ She cringed softly at the mention of her name, like a scolded child who knew she had been caught out by a teacher. Finally, she hung her head, all confidence fled. ‘Yes, sir…’

You relaxed back into the chair of your office; its soft cream walls, shelves lined with tokens from other worlds, and the sleek desk with its hardlight screen scrolling the data that passed through the building. Sighing you, pulled the glasses from your eyes and set them aside, blinking at the world as it truly was.  It was fascinating, just how easily you had slipped into this life, this job, in another world and time altogether. Your eyes glanced at the bracelet on your left wrist, the silver-white sparkling in the light, the engraving of a many-branching tree visible upon its surface. Gabriel had a wonderful sense of style for designing their aesthetics. How different your life had become solely because of one extraordinary, wonderful man… The soft knock on the door, the door with that bore your nameplate and title beside it; “Head of HR”. Lyla’s hologram flitted into being on your desk. ‘Got Spider-Selene, here for your chewing out.’ You sighed and sat up straight, feet flat on the floor and pulled the chair closer to the desk, trying to look professional. ‘Let her in, please.’

She slinked across the threshold as the door slid open, hands clasped nervously as she waited for your judgement. ‘Sit down.’ The chair opposite creaked as she did as ordered. You waited for a time before clearing your throat softly. ‘Since it’s nearly lunchtime, I’ll make this brief as I’m sure we’re both hungry…’ You closed down the screen and leaned on your elbows across the desk, no barriers between your eyes. ‘Hanna, I’ve been receiving some...  complaints about you, recently. I know you’ve only been here a month and you might need time to settle in, but the frequency has quickly become… worrying. I deal with Spider-People relatively frequently, some are worse joke tellers than others…’ Realising you were beginning to drift off-topic you cleared your throat softly. ‘These complaints state that you have been… Irritating, unprofessional, and intrusive. Invading private conversations, recording and photographing without permission, and conducting yourself inappropriately in a manner that could be construed as sexual harassment.’ You watched the eyes of her mask grow wide, and you resisted the urge to grit your teeth at the last one. Needless to say, that Miguel certainly didn’t appreciate having his ass groped by yet another Spider-woman who thought he was the hottest thing since fire. ‘N-no! I’m not intrusive! I’m a superhero! I’m a good person!’ ‘We’ve also had complaints about… junk being left around the premises by you.’ ‘No! No, those are crystals and blessing bags! They’re to promote good energy and fill the space with white light… Y’know… cause I’m half-witch.’ ‘Riiight…’ You rolled the word, tone dry, you wished you had a drink beside you, something to stretch out the awkward silence.

‘I don’t know why we have villains just roaming the premises, I mean, surely for Spider-Society they should be sent back to their own worlds, it might damage the Ca-‘ You slammed a hand onto your desk stopping her babbling before she could utter that last, cursed word. ‘No.’ You closed your eyes, exhaling as fingers curled tight into your palm. You blinked your eyes back open, looking up. ‘We are not The Society. We do not wish to be their exclusive club, and we do not respect their views on the theoretical nature of the multiverse. Anyone can be an explorer of the Tree of Infinity. Now, Hanna, I want you to consider this a warning; we expect your behaviour to improve. You are still on probation, and if it does not improve, we may have to say goodbye to you. I will be discussing this matter with Miguel.’ She seemed to sink deeper into her seat at the mention of his name. ‘P-please, can you put in a good word for him with me? Let him know that I think he’s handsome? I-I mean, I don’t mean to brag, but I feel like we’ve got a real connection- we were bitten by the same spider after al-‘ ‘Really? What spider?’ You feigned interest with a gentle smile, knowing she had blabbed herself straight into a corner. ‘U-uh…’ ‘What spider, Hanna?’ ‘Uhh…. Black widow?’ You closed your eyes, chuckling softly as you nodded, and when you opened your eyes again, you could almost make out her relieved smile from beneath her mask. It was time to drop the hammer twice over. ‘Hanna? Miguel wasn’t bitten by a spider. Also, please stop flirting with him. He doesn’t like it, and his boyfriend doesn’t appreciate it. Mm?’ You watched her eyes slowly widen in realisation and drank it in before waving softly, triumphant. ‘You can go now, get some lunch.’

The gloomy room was Miguel’s office in the highest reaches of the tower, illuminated faintly by the sprawling, rotating image of a white tree with many branches. You knew its layout well enough to move through it without falling over anything, as long as Miguel hadn’t moved things around too much. As luck would have it, he had indeed. Your feet became tangled in a mass of cabling that had not been present on your last visit and you felt yourself stumble and begin to fall. You never hit the ground before familiar strong arms caught you and bore you close against his warm chest wrapped in soft clothing. ‘Heh… You’re getting clumsy.’ His deep voice was rich with amusement, right by your ear as he lifted you off your feet with effortless ease. You wrapped your arms around him, squeezing him in a hug with all your might, and his body didn’t yield in the slightest, only a faintly amused huff escaped him for your efforts. ‘You’re the one booby trapping your office to trip me up, Miggy.’ He laughed again and placed a fond kiss to your cheek. ‘Damn, you’ve figured me out… Lyla tells me you’ve been busy. Want to tell me what it’s about?’ ‘Well-‘ ‘Actually, hold that thought. Let’s get comfortable.’

He supported your entire weight with one arm as his other reached out, the “thwip” of the white, organic webbing from his wrist as he launched both you and him up into the upper reaches of his office, to where a hammock of webbing had been constructed. He laid you down on the soft, silken threads and relaxed beside you, the glint of his crimson eyes visible in the faint light. He began to rock the hammock gently with one foot against the wall and you felt utterly safe with one of his arms over your waist. ‘Well… Uh, the crazy witch has been told off. She won’t be groping you anymore. So your ass is safe… Until the next Spider-woman tries….’ ‘Ay dios mio… You think it’s pheromones? You think I produce pheromones that drive them crazy?’ You snuggled closer into him, nuzzling into his neck and sniffing to inhale his wonderful earthen scent. ‘You always smell great to me, Miggy…’ Another little chuckle escaped him, and he kissed the top of your head with a pleased rumble. ‘Uh-huh…? Well, Lyla’s made sure we won’t be disturbed… So, maybe your ass won’t be so safe from me, my love. If you want to do more than just snuggle…’ You snuggled even closer against him, feeling his arm around you tighten with strength that was just shy of hurting- you knew he still held back the lion’s share of his might, he could snap you like a twig if he wanted. ‘I… Think I just want to be with my Spider-Man, right now…’ ‘Heh… Te amo, mi vida…’ He purred as he placed another kiss to your head, still rocking you quietly. ‘I am yours…’

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I designed Spider-Selene to be an incredibly shallow, irritating version of some of the Spidersonas I used to see around Tumblr. Also I love the fact that she just got chomped by a drunk guy in a costume and the world went "Ehh, techncially that counts". Probably doesn't even have any powers (which would explain why ATSV Miguel had no interest in recruiting her)

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x male reader

[janicho88]

When It All Falls Apart - Chapter 13

Pairing- ex!Jensen x Padalecki Reader

Word count- 4,363

Warnings- Some language. Dealing with a breakup. Sad reader. Angst, If I missed something let me know!

A/N-Jensen finally realizes how bad he screwed up, but someone else is coming in for the reader's attention. A little off canon, SPN ended after 10 years. We still got all the characters in during that time though. Thank you to @writercole and @leigh70 for your help with this. You two are amazing!!

Summary-Y/N Padalecki loved acting on Supernatural.  Working alongside your older brother and your boyfriend, but after ten seasons the guys have chosen to hang up the guns.  Now the three of you are moving on to other projects, but that’s all that needs to change right?  While you have moved to Austin to be closer to your family and boyfriend, Jensen is working elsewhere.  Distance is only the start of your troubles.

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A ringing phone wakes you from a deep sleep Saturday morning, you fumble to answer it not bothering to see who it is.

“What?” you finally groan out when you hit the right button.

“Well good morning to you too, little sis,” Jeff greets you on the other end. 

“It’s Saturday, I don’t have to work.  I was sleeping, Jeffery.”

He just chuckles on the other end.

“What do you want brother dear?”

“Your niece and nephew have been asking about you.  I wondered if you had any plans today, or if you would like to come over and hang out?  I’ll even make you lunch before I send you home.”

When you don’t respond right away he continues.  “Did you fall back to sleep on me?”

“I’m thinking.  Yes, I’ll come over, but only because Tyler and Katie want me, and because you’re feeding me.”

“I thought that might get you.  Bring your suit, I’ll see you in a little bit.”

“Alright, see ya.”

With a groan you push yourself out of bed to get yourself ready.  You’re looking forward to seeing your niece and nephew, but your bed had been so comfortable.  Forty minutes later you are stopping for a frappuccino and bagel before arriving at their house.   

It’s maybe thirty seconds after you pull in the driveway, that the front door opens and two excited children run out to greet you, with their father watching from the porch.

“What, I don’t get you running out to greet me at my car too?” you tease Jeff, walking up to the house.

 “Uh no.  I don’t think you ever have, or ever will.”

“Fine, whatever.  You don’t love me I get it,” you tease.

“You’re so dramatic.” 

The two kids are telling you all about the plans they have for you today.  The list is a long one and you aren’t sure one day is going to be enough to get it all done.  Tyler wants to show you his newly rearranged room, so that is stop number one.  You leave there with a handful of hot wheel cars he wants to play with.  Of course Katie isn’t going to be left out and her room is next.  She shows off a new doll she wants the two of you to play with also. 

When you reach the living room Mary Jo is just coming in the front door from a store run.  You go offer to help carry in the bags, but Jeff waves you away to go back to the kids.  Sitting in the living room you take turns playing with the toys they each chose.

It doesn’t take too long for the both of them to become bored and want to move on to something else.  Jeff suggests swimming, and everyone changes into their suits and head out back to the pool.  Your brother gets in the water with the kids first and you follow.  MJ sits on the steps watching.   As you are playing with Katie in the shallow end, your sister-in-law questions you about working on Walker.   

Tyler wants you to come swim with him, so you and Jeff switch places, and you play around with him in the water.  When the kids tire out, their parents call them up on the deck to sit and try off while Jeff goes in to throw lunch together.  Tyler is already trying to figure out what you can all do next before he is halfway through his lunch.  He isn’t very happy when MJ tells him his food needs to settle before he can start running around playing tag like he was hoping.

You end up staying until after dinner and the kids wore both themselves and you out.  Back in your apartment you curl up on the couch with a movie when your phone beeps, signaling a text. A smile crosses your face when you see the contact name you gave your new costar.

Toby C- Any plans tomorrow?

Me- Oh yeah, super busy!  Sleep in, possibly watch a movie or if I get up the energy go workout.  What’s up?

Toby C- I heard tonight there was some Summer night thing, it ends tomorrow.  Wasn’t sure if you would be interested?

Me-Maybe…

Toby C- Am I supposed to persuade you somehow?  If so I’m going to need some help with how to do that.

Me- Haha.  What time?  If you tell me before noon it’s an automatic no Mr. Allen.

Toby C- How’s 4?

Me- That could work. Do you want to meet there?”

 Toby C- I’ll pick you up, send me your address.  

Me- Done, See you tomorrow, have a good night.

Toby C- Night.

Turning the movie back on, you look up Summer Nights on your phone.  Hot Summer Nights is something the city has apparently put on for five years now.  There are 12 different venues which host different live acts each over four days.  Pulling up the list of venues you aren’t familiar with any of them.  There are a couple that interest you and some that might be a little much, but you’ll see what Keegan is thinking tomorrow. 

The ringing phone wakes you from a sound sleep Sunday morning.  With a frustrated groan you reach for the offending device from your night stand and manage to answer it without opening your eyes.

“This better be important,” you growl out to the person on the other line.

“Well good morning to you too,” comes with a chuckle from the other end.

“Seriously, Jared?  Why are you calling me this early?  It was Jeff yesterday, now you.  If you two keep this up, I’m going to be an only child.”

“Okay, nine am isn’t that early.  We have earlier call times through the week.”

“We do, that’s why I like sleeping later on the weekends.”

“Yeah, yeah, when you have kids that doesn’t happen.  Do you want to come over this afternoon?  Hang out and have dinner?”

“Thanks, but I already have plans.”

“Real plans, or eating popcorn on your couch plans?”

“Real plans, after I get more sleep.  Thank you, but maybe another time.”

“With who?”

“Ugh, does it matter?”

“Just making sure you’re safe.”

“Keegan, happy?  I’m going back to sleep now.  Bye Jared.”

You hang up before he can say anything else, rolling over you try and go fall back to sleep but it doesn’t happen.  Giving up an hour later you drag yourself from the bed and change into workout clothes to take some of your morning frustrations out on the spin bike in the workout room. 

After showering, laundry and going over the script for this week’s scenes take up the rest of your day.  Just before four there is a knock on your apartment door, opening it you welcome Keegan in.

“Hey, come on in.”

“Hi, thanks.”  He takes a look around slightly shocked, “Um, nice place.”

“It’s small, I know.  That’s the first thing everyone notices.”  Picking up your purse you turn back to him.  “Did you already have a venue in mind you want to check out?”

“I thought it was just music downtown?  I thought the flier I saw said something about coming downtown to check out live bands, I guess I didn’t read too far into it.”

“I pulled it up last night after you texted.  There are twelve different venues with live acts.  Some smaller, some fairly big.”

Grabbing your phone off the table you pull the site back up to show him.  He takes a minute to look through it before turning back to you.

“Have you been to any of these places before?”

“I haven’t, but I didn’t think the last one listed sounded bad.  It’s supposed to be a smaller venue, they serve food, and are featuring different types of music.  The other one.”  You have to look over his shoulder at your phone to find the name.  “That one, The Green Jay seemed similar to the first.  The others all talk about multiple stages and big parties.  I think those might be kinda packed.”

“You’re probably right about that.  Okay, let’s check out, what’s the name of the first one?”  He looks at the screen, “Valhalla.”

Taking out his own phone he types in the address to pull up directions.  They two of you exit the apartment and after you lock up he follows you down the steps.  Getting in the car, you hear his phone announce the bar is 8 minutes away.  He pulls into a parking lot on the corner across the street from the bar.  Looking up, you see The Green Jay is across the other street.

Keegan waits at the front of the car for you and the two of you make your way toward the first stop, to find that they don’t open until 6 pm.

“Oops, guess we should have checked that huh?” you say sheepishly, turning to him.

“Probably.  Well, let’s try the other one.”

That one opens at 5pm, the two of you have forty minutes to kill.  Looking around at your surroundings you see an open business across the street. 

“We could go to the Chess Club.”

Keegan looks at you with raised brows, “I think I’ll see what our other choices are first.”

Turning the other way you see a number of people down the street.  “Stubb’s Bar-B-Q, is down there.  It’s another venue, maybe they’ll be open.”

They were, and also already packed at the outdoor stage.

Inside the bar wasn’t too bad, but the outside area in front of the stage was packed.  Going back inside you find an empty table and sit down. A waitress comes over for your drink order and Keegan adds an order of Nachos. 

“No sense drinking on an empty stomach.”

“You’re a smart one Mr. Allen.”

The drinks arrive and he looks around the restaurant, a band is playing in the background.   “So you live 8 minutes away and haven’t been to any of these places?”  he questions with disbelief.

“Well, I haven’t even been living there a month yet.  I was staying with Jared before that, it’s probably 25, 30 minutes from there.  I was living at Jensen’s place first, when I moved here from LA.  He might have ordered from here before and picked it up, but I don’t think we ever came down here.”

“I didn’t mean to bring up that.  I um…”

“Heard the gossip about that breakup?  It was announced on TV, so it doesn’t really surprise me if you did.”

“Sorry.”

You just shrug, not wanting to get into it too much and bring the mood down.  “How are you liking Texas so far?”

“Good.  Not quite as crazy as California.”

“True.  Which is nice sometimes.”

“It is,” he agrees.

“So where did you find to call home while you’re staying here?”

“I’m leasing an apartment at The District at SoCo.  It’s like 2-3 minutes away from your place.”

“I’ve driven by there, looks nice.”

“It is.  Clean, roomy.  I like it.”

“That’s good.”

The nachos arrive and the conversation slows.  A little after five the tab is paid and the two of you make your way over to The Green Jay.  

The place is already filling up.  You ask Keegan to find a table and you grab some soft drinks from the bar to start.  Trying to slow the pace of your night out.  While at the bar, you find out they don’t serve food but allow you to bring it in from other local restaurants.  The band takes the stage and it’s so loud you aren’t able to hold much of a conversation.  After listening to a few songs from their second band of the night, Keegan asks if you want to check out Valhalla, which should be open now.  

The bands there are just staring for the night, and the place is still fairly empty.  Grabbing drinks first the two of you make your way to a table.  Keegan notices some foosball tables off the side and challenges you to a game.  He ends up winning two rounds and you go back to the table to put in a dinner order.  While you wait, you talk Keegan into an air hockey game.  This time you come out the victor.

When dinner arrives you make your way back to the table and enjoy the music while you eat.  It’s after 9, when the two of you are finally ready to head out.  

Getting to your apartment complex, he walks you up to the door, before saying goodnight.

“Thanks for hanging out with me tonight.”

“It was fun.  Thanks for inviting me,” you respond.

“We’ll have to plan something else again.  See you tomorrow?”

“Yeah, have a good night, drive safe.”

“Will do.  Night.”

You wake up Monday to a number of Instagram notifications on your phone.  Opening up the app as you get out of bed you see Keegan tagged you in a post last night.  There are some videos and photos from the different bars, you never even noticed him taking any. Scrolling through he has pictures of the various bands, a video of you singing along with a song, you standing at the air hockey table looking away from the camera, and one with the outside of each bar.

Fun night exploring more of Austin.  Thanks for the company @Y/NPadalecki  

You skim the various comments as you're brushing your teeth.  There are more than a few that question if you two are dating now and if that’s why you broke up with Jensen.  Shaking your head, you continue to get yourself ready for work. 

The morning on set goes by quickly, as you are walking to the catering tent Keegan comes up beside.  

“Hey, can we take lunch in your trailer or mine?  We should talk.”

“Okay, yeah, sure.”

When you both have your food, he follows you over to your trailer. As he sits across from you at the table you speak first.

“Is something wrong?”

“Not really, maybe, I don’t know.  I’m not sure if you were on Instagram today, or…”

“I was.”

You notice the brief frown on his face before he hides it. “I saw some of the comments about the two of us dating, and I realized we never really talked about what we were, and what that was.” 

He looks up at you, but you stay silent to see where he is going.  Your mind is racing, you aren’t sure if you are ready to get back out in the dating pool yet.

“When I asked you to go with me I was asking as a friend, I didn’t mean to lead you on.  We’ve just gotten along so well on set, and I don’t know many people around.  I thought we could be friends, hangout and whatever.  I have a girlfriend, it dawned on me this morning I don’t think I ever told you about Ali.  I’m sorry.”

“Honestly, I wasn’t thinking along those lines either.  I’m not sure I’m ready to get back out there yet.  I could use another friend though, I don’t know too many more than you do here.”

“Friends?” he questions.

“Friends.  I’d like to hear more about Ali sometime. If she's in town sometime maybe we could all hang out.”

“I think she’d be okay with that.  I’ve told her about you.”

Going back to your food, it isn’t long before you are being called back to set. While you are packing up at the end of the day, there’s a knock on your trailer door. 

“It’s open!”

Your brother walks in a moment later. 

“Hi.”

“Hey Jare, what’s up?”

“So how was your night out?”

“It was fine.  I’ve never been to that part of downtown before.”

“So you and Keegan, huh?”

“Jared Tristen Padalekci, don’t you dare even start with me, don’t go there.  Whatever it was or is or isn’t, is no one’s business but our own.  I’m not involving you in my love life one way or the other anymore.”

You know there is nothing between the two of you, but you don’t want your older brother’s opinions or interference either way.  He stands there staring at you a moment, slightly taken back. 

“I just want to make sure you don’t get hurt again.”

“I do appreciate that, but if there was something to tell, I would do it in my own time.”

He stares at you for a moment, “alright, fine.  Leaving it alone.  Do you want to come over for dinner Sunday? We were going to tell Tom about the baby.”

“That’s a family moment, I don’t want to intrude.”

“You are family too.  Plus Jeff’s family is coming. ”

“Then sure, just let me know what time.”

The rest of the week went by quickly, you were on set everyday this week.  Thursday is a lighter day for you.  Gen and Jared have a few scenes, so you hang out with Tom in your trailer while they are busy.   He helps you pick out what dessert to make for Sunday. 

“I want that one!” he exclaims pointing to a cake. 

“The orange one?”

“Yeah! Can we have those on top too?” He points to a cupcake with orange chew candies on top.

“Alright, let’s see what that cake entails.  I’ll see if I can find the candies.”

The cake he chose is an orange dreamsicle with orange cream cheese frosting. 

“I think it’s doable buddy.”

“Can we have it tonight?”

“Um, no.  It’s going to be for Sunday.  But we can go see if they have any cookies at craft services.  How about that?”

“Okay,” he reluctantly agrees.

After returning to your trailer with a cookie or three, Tom settles down on the couch and eventually drifts off for his nap.  You go over your scenes for the next day until Gen comes to take him home. 

You’re grumbling to yourself as you walk through the crowded grocery store late Saturday morning. You should have come after work yesterday and it wouldn’t have been so bad.  You’re trying to grab a few groceries for your apartment and the ingredients for tomorrow’s cake. Somehow you spend almost an hour in the crowded store, before you are finally on your way back home.  Stopping at a nearby sub shop, you grab lunch to take with you. 

Once the groceries are put away, you pull up the directions for the cake and pull out the ingredients needed.  Thankfully the apartment actually came with two round baking pans.  When it’s in the oven you set out the frosting ingredients that need to rise to room temp and collapse over on the couch. 

When the cakes are out you whip up the crumb coating frosting so it’s ready to go when the two layers cool. The orange layer of filling is next.  As you are working you realize just how much you miss having a normal size kitchen, and your own pans and utensils. This little one really isn’t meant to spend much time in. 

You hit the apartment gym while waiting for the crumb coating to harden so you can finish the frosting.  Returning later, you clean up the kitchen after the cake is finished, hit the shower and spend the evening on the couch watching Hallmark.

Over at Jared’s house one excited Tom is waiting for his Unca Jensen to arrive.  Watching out the front window he excitedly yells when the familiar truck pulls up.

“He’s here, he’s here, he’s here!”  He waits for the truck to stop before running outside, Jared right behind him.

“Tom, how’s it going buddy?” Jensen asks, picking him up and carrying him toward the house.

Little man wastes no time filling him in on the week he’s had. Jensen greets Jared as he walks up to him, and the three retreat into the house.  Tom is showing off a new toy and telling him about a blanket fort he built with his dad one night. When it becomes obvious the young boy has some energy to burn, they change clothes and move down to the pool.

It’s later in the swim when Tom brings up his Aunt Y/N.  Jared notices the quick look of sadness that comes across his friend's face, and the way he has to look away.  The two of them haven’t talked a lot lately, and none of it’s been anything very deep.  Gen told him what was said when she picked up Tom, and he is wondering exactly what Jensen might be thinking about his sister.

When Tom tires of the water and they get out of the pool, he decides to bring it up.  Making sure his son is occupied with his toy in the yard he turns to Jensen.

“Gen told me about the conversation the two of you had last week.”

Jensen looks up at his friend, but doesn’t speak.

“I’ve heard Y/N’s side of things, and I know what happened here, but I haven’t really heard much of yours.”

Taking a deep breath Jensen looks over at his friend, “What do you want me to say?”

“The truth, what happened?  I really thought she meant something to you, or I would have put up a bigger fight when you first told me you wanted to ask her out years ago.”

He thinks over how he wants to explain everything.  “Honestly, I didn’t realize how bad things between us had become until after she left Toronto. I really never meant for things to go as bad as they did. I got so caught up with trying not to screw up and piss anyone off on set, and get along with them all, I…I just lost sight of the people who were most important to me.”

He brings back up the Dark Angel set, Jared understands that, Jensen has told him before just how bad things there had been.  He can understand his friend not wanting a repeat, especially working with a much larger cast.    

“It took a few weeks after she was gone for me to get over the hurt of her leaving and breaking up.  Then I started to notice I was waiting for her to call, I realized then she was right. I expected her to call, I stopped picking up the phone and reaching out to her, I stopped putting time and effort into the one thing I should have been terrified to lose.  But I was too stuck in my head to recognize what was going on. Suddenly, I didn’t have the one person I wanted to share everything I was working hard for with. I really had nothing at all then.”

They are both quiet for a minute before Jensen continues.

“I’ve talked to Gen and Mack, I’ve told them both she deserves better than me, and she does.  But I’ve come to realize, I want to be selfish. I want her back, I need her.  I’m just not sure if she’ll take me.”

Jared studies his friend’s face and can tell he really means that.  He knows how bad he screwed up, he does seem to be hurting too.  “She is still upset, I have no idea if she will or won’t give you another shot.  If you hurt her again, I won’t be able to hold back from punching you.”

“I have no intention of messing up again if she is willing to give this another chance. But I don’t know if I can do that to her right now.”

“What’s that mean?”

“I’m going to be working in New Mexico some over the next few months.  I’ll be back and forth between here and there, then there is press for The Boys and the movie coming up later on.”

“Are you trying to talk yourself out of this now?  Or just giving excuses for why you won’t try?”

“She deserves someone who’s around.”

“That’s up to her.  Both of you understand how this industry works.  You need to decide if you really want her back before you just start playing games and leading her on.  Until you do, maybe you both need some space.”

Jared leaves Jensen sitting out there with Tom, while he goes to see if Gen needs any help with dinner.  The four of them sit out on the patio for dinner and Tom asks when Jensen is going to come back over.

“I’m not sure buddy.  I leave tomorrow for work out of town again.  We’ll do something when I get back alright?”

“How long are you gone for?” Jared asks, as he walks back over.

“I’m in New Mexico until Saturday, I fly to Dallas for Levi’s birthday, then go back to New Mexico.  I think I’m here again the Friday before we leave for the Colorado Convention.”

“So you really will be coming back here some?” He questions, trying to get a feel for his friends' plans.

“Yes.  It’s just going to be a recurring role.  They’ve already started filming, they’re done with me in early November for the most part. I might be in an episode or two filming in the spring.”

“So this one won’t be months at a time, seems like it’s already different from what you were doing earlier this year.”

After dinner Tom runs off to play leaving the adults sitting at the table.  Jared starts clearing off the table when Gen goes to get up.

“I got it, you take a break.  You’ve been going long enough today.”

It takes him a minute, but what Jared is referring to finally clicks in Jensen’s head.  “That’s right, how are you doing?  How is baby number 2 treating you?”

“We’re both fine.  Not as active as Tom was yet.  I’m sure that will change.”

“Does Tom know, he hasn’t mentioned the baby.”

“No, we're telling him tomorrow.”

Jensen helps Jared clean up before heading back home to finish packing.  His head is full with thoughts of you, and what he should do.  He knows what he wants to do, but he isn’t sure he can face your rejection, even if he does deserve it.

Thank you for reading!

Chapter 14- Coming soon

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Put Me in a Movie - Chapter Seven

Miguel O'Hara x Fem!Reader

Summary - You’re a famous actress and he’s one of the greatest directors of all time. What happens when you get cast in his new movie?

Chapter Six

Music filled your ears as you entered the nightclub. The room was bustling with people dancing and grinding on each other as they let the music take control of their souls. Under the dim lights of the club, you could make out the figures of two familiar people. Peter and MJ were dancing with each other in the middle of the dance floor. You pushed your way through the bodies of strangers to get to your friends. 

You gave both of their sweaty bodies big hugs. You were happy to see Peter and MJ were enjoying their child-free night. MJ especially needed a break. Being an author meant that she was home most of the time which meant that she was the primary parent looking after May. 

Jessica soon appeared almost out of thin air. She was looking as glamorous as ever under the strobe lights of the club. Jessica said that she was glad to see that you made it. She also expressed her worry that you might not have come. She said that you looked like a goody two shoes. 

“You must have not seen the New York Fashion Week article about me then,” you laughed. 

“Oh, I have,” Jessica said, “That is something a goody two shoes would totally do.” Jessica did not mean that in a bad way. She was a very sarcastic woman and often used humor as a way to bring light to situations. You learned that very quickly as Jessica simply laughed and said that it was just a joke. 

For the first hour of the night, you danced your butt off. You danced with Peter, then MJ, and then Jessica. You eventually found yourself dancing with complete strangers, male and female. Some were very good with their moves while others looked like they had two left feet. You were an okay dancer. You weren’t professionally trained or anything, but you were born with rhythm. Some people lacked that. 

You soon found out that you couldn’t dance the night away as you once dreamt of. You walked your tired feet over to the bar and sat down on a bar stool. The bar was less crowded than the dance floor, but you could still hear the music playing loudly. 

You asked the bartender for a shot of his favorite. He winked at you in a non-flirtatious way and poured you a shot of vodka. You downed one and then another and then another. You were about to put the fourth one to your lips when a voice stopped you. 

“Might want to make that your last one or else I’ll be carrying you up to your bedroom again tonight.” 

You turned your head to your left and there he was. Miguel was standing there with a smug look on his face. It was a look that contrasted the one that he often wore during filming. That look was replaced with one that looked familiar and inviting. 

“What are you doing here?” You asked, completely ignoring his previous statement. Your shot of vodka was completely forgotten by now. 

“I own this place, but no one knows besides Jessica and now you,” he said. 

You must have been too drunk to remember what happened after he said that. His voice mixed with all the other commotion that was happening in the club. All you were focused on was the way his finger circled the rim of his glass. Or how his canines looked like vampire fangs. Oh, how you would love it if he sunk his vampire-like fangs into you. You wanted him to mark you, use you, do anything he wanted to you. Was this the alcohol talking? Maybe, but you couldn’t deny the fact that Miguel O’Hara was attractive. He wasn’t voted 2018’s sexiest man alive for nothing! 

Miguel could sense you drifting away from him. Not your physical body, but your emotional one. Miguel couldn’t deny his attraction towards you. Since the very first moment, he saw you as Lady Olivia in a production of Shakespeare's Twelfth Night three years ago and he couldn't rid his mind of you. He knew that his marriage was turning to shit, but he didn’t know that Jessica was going to cheat on him. After he found out, he felt less guilty about his attraction toward you. He didn’t know how to get into contact with you so when he was offered the job as the director for his new film, he knew exactly who he wanted as his leading lady. By that time, you were already climbing up the ladder of Hollywood stardom. 

Your mind was something that he admired. Unlike most people in this fame crazed town, you were humble, kind, and genuine. When he saw you with that stray the day of the table read, he knew that you were one of a kind. He knew a lot of people who would just leave the puppy there and would not spare it a second glance. You, on the other hand, picked up the dog, regardless of its vaccination status, and treated it like it was a porcelain doll. 

Miguel was not one for looks. Yes, Jessica was a beautiful woman, but that’s not why he married her. She is such a talented actress and he fell in love with her talent. They were friends before and they remained friends after. But you were different. Your beauty was otherworldly to him. It was so unique and one of a kind. Sometimes he would forget to yell ‘cut’ because he would get lost in your spell. You were beautiful, talented, and kind, and he needed you. And as you were in front of him, nodding along to the nonsense that was coming out of his mouth, he knew that he loved you. 

A song came on next that you haven’t heard since high school. Your eyes lit up and you smiled for what seemed like the millionth time tonight. “Come dance with me?” You offered your hand out to Miguel. 

“I don’t dance,” he said. 

“Please, for me,” you pleaded. 

Miguel looked at you and sighed. He couldn’t say no to you. Not after he got lost in those beautiful doe eyes of yours. 

He muttered a curse word under his breath and took your hand. You nearly jumped with excitement as Miguel dragged the two of you to the crowded dance floor. 

The dance floor was packed which didn’t leave much room for the two of you. Your body was pressed up against Miguel’s as your hips swayed from side to side. Miguel put his arms around you and followed your lead. 

He was right. He didn’t dance, but that did not mean that he was bad at it. After a few minutes, he got the hang of it and started twirling you around. You accidentally bumped into a tall and broad man that was dancing with a woman that was about an inch shorter than you were. You apologized to the man and the woman and tried to continue dancing, but the man had other plans.  

“Control your bitch, dude,” the man said. 

Your mouth went wide as soon as you heard the man call you a bitch. You were about to stick up for yourself, but Miguel beat you to it. 

“What the fuck did you just call her?” Miguel’s voice was menacing. Miguel was tall, but not as tall as the man that just disrespected you. That was not going to stop him from beating the shit out of him. 

“I called her a bitch,” those were the last words the man spoke before Miguel was on top of him. His fist was repeatedly punching the man in the face. Blood was getting everywhere. On the floor, Miguel’s fist, Miguel’s clothes, on the man’s clothes. It took five men, short and tall, skinny and fat, to restrain Miguel from the man that called you a bitch. Said man was still on the floor, knocked unconscious. The woman that was with him was long gone. 

You didn’t need a man to protect you, but seeing the way that Miguel almost killed a man for you did something indescribable to you. It made you want him even more than you already did. But you knew you couldn’t have him. He was your director, your employer, your boss. 

“What the fuck happened?” Came a shriek from Jessica Drew herself. 

“Call someone to clean this up,” Miguel said to Jessica. Then, he left without another word. 

He was embarrassed, to say the least. He lost self-control and unleashed something violent within him. He didn’t want you to see that side of him, but when that man called you a bitch he knew he was already gone. You were far from what that man called you. You even apologized to the man when you bumped into him! Miguel knew that you were going to be the death of him, and this incident was evidence enough.

Chapter Eight

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Spider-Gwen x male s/o headcanons

Before getting together, Gwen had a huge crush on s/o, who she sits next to in her science class.

She was attracted to his bashful and sweet personality, and would blush every time he’d greet her before class began.

Gwen really wanted to confess to s/o, but one thing made her hesitant to do so : the fact that she’s Ghost Spider.

“If we were in a relationship, he’d be put in danger, and if anything happened to him, I’d never forgive myself. Besides, what if he didn’t like me being Ghost Spider? What if he broke up with me over that? I just….I wish things weren’t so complicated.”

She says in her mind and psychs herself out every time she gets the courage to ask s/o out.

Eventually though, the young heroine’s feelings for s/o overtake the worries in her teenage brain and leads her to confessing to him after school.

“S/o, I…really like you and uhhh…god I’m so bad at this. Would you like to go out with me this weekend?”

She asks him awkwardly with a glint of hope in her eyes as she waits for his answer.

“To be honest, I really like you too Gwen, I’d love to go out with you.”

Her crush responds with a smile and slight blush on his face.

At that moment, Gwen felt like she was on cloud nine.

“G-great! I know just the place we can go. I’ll pick you up at your house around 7 this Saturday.”

“It’s a date. I’ll be looking forward to it. See you later Gwen.”

He walks away, leaving Gwen by herself, who smiles like an idiot and fist bumps the air in excitement of going on a date with her crush.

“I can’t believe it, I’m going on a date with s/o! Woo!”

Just then, the reality of her being a hero sets in, which she completely forgot about for a moment.

“Ok Gwen, take a deep breath. You’re just going on a date with him, if it becomes something serious, then you’ll cross that bridge when you get to it. Until then, just be happy you’re gonna be going out with the guy you’ve been crushing on for a while.”

She quietly tells herself before grabbing her school bag and heading home.

When Saturday finally came around, Gwen got dressed for her date after a little encouragement from her friends MJ and Peter, and makes her way to s/o’s house to pick him up.

“Hey Gwen, you look b-beautiful.”

“S-so do you. U-umm, sorry! I m-meant to say that you look v-very…h-handsome.”

They both blush and stutter before Gwen cleared her throat and spoke up.

“A-are you ready to go?”

“Y-yeah, let’s go.”

With that, the two walked off and began their date.

Needless to say, their date went pretty well, with Gwen taking s/o to her favorite restaurant and having an amazing time together.

Of course s/o being the gentleman that he is, insisted on paying for the whole bill despite Gwen’s objections.

After eating, Gwen took s/o to her favorite spot in Central Park and just talked and laughed for what felt like hours.

“I had an awesome time with you Gwen.”

S/o tells her with a smile.

“I did too s/o.”

After a moment of silence, s/o speaks up.

“I was wondering if you would want to be my…girlfriend?”

“Yes! I’d love to be your girlfriend s/o!”

She exclaims in delight before hugging him tightly, thus beginning a wonderful relationship.

As a couple, Gwen and s/o go together like bread and butter.

They are a very lovey dovey couple, always holding hands and quoting things to each other that no one else understands.

(As happy as their friends are that the two got together, they wish the couple would just tone it down a little.)

When s/o first met his girlfriend’s dad, he was a little intimidated by him, but was relieved when Mr. Stacy told him he approved of him dating his daughter after seeing how happy he makes her.

The first one to say I love you was s/o, but Gwen immediately said it back to him with zero hesitation.

Seeing that her relationship is getting serious, Gwen decided to tell s/o that she is Ghost Spider, and does so in an interesting way.

S/o was shocked to see Ghost Spider hanging outside his window asking to come in, to which he reluctantly complied.

“G-ghost Spider?! What are you doing here at my house?!”

“What? Isn’t it normal for a girl to come see her boyfriend?”

“B-boyfriend?! What do you-”

Realization sets in as he looks at the heroine in surprise.

“G-Gwen?!”

She takes off her mask and waves at her boyfriend with an awkward smile.

“Hi babe. I…have some explaining to do.”

After explaining everything to s/o, and expecting him to be mad with her and possibly break up with her, Gwen was surprised when he pulled her into a kiss.

“Wow, I never would’ve guessed my awesome girlfriend was a superhero, that’s so cool!”

His response only made Gwen fall in love with him even more.

Now knowing that his girlfriend is a superhero, s/o is nothing but supportive, but that doesn’t stop him from worrying about her.

“Please be careful out there Gwen, I know you are more than capable of taking care of yourself, but-”

He’s quickly shut up by his girlfriend giving him a quick peck on the lips.

“I promise you I’ll be fine babe. No need to worry.”

She tells s/o and hugs him briefly before suiting up and swinging away to deal with whatever crime is being committed.

Whenever Gwen gets injured from stopping criminals, s/o always has the first aid kit ready and takes care of her to the best of his abilities, not going unappreciated by his girlfriend.

“Thanks for patching me up babe.”

“No problem Gwen, if the situation was reversed, I know you’d do the same for me.”

“I love you s/o.”

He smiles and gently kisses her on the lips.

“I love you too Gwen.”

After finishing having her injuries tended to by her caring boyfriend, Gwen decides to repay him by taking him on a web-slinging tour of the city with him in her arms, both of them happy to have the other in their lives.

#marvel #marvel x reader #spider gwen #spider gwen x reader #gwen stacy #gwen stacy x reader #ghost spider #ghost spider x reader #marvel headcanons #male reader #spider gwen x male reader #gwen stacy x male reader #marvel x male reader

[yougavemeyourheartyouknow]

Love me or hate me, both are in my favor (Miguel O’Hara x Fem! Reader [HS Academic Rivals AU])

I know y’all I know… I promise from now on, from this chapter this final I will put my priorities on finishing this fic, and the next chapter will be longer. anyways, not proofread. Enjoy once again.

Some villains foreshadowing, cursing maybe (can’t remember tbh), not much tbh.

Word count: 2.1k

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Chapter 10: What a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you

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“How interesting… seems my wall crawling friend here found himself a little girlfriend…”

You both couldn’t see him, but he saw you. Saw the way Spider-Man’s hand so easily found its way to the small of your back, saw how he smiled down at you when his blue and red mask was partly off, the way your eyes gleamed as you looked up at him. Young love.

He couldn’t wait to destroy it, to rip it right out of Spider-Man’s sharp talons.

“Enjoy her while you can Spidey… You won’t have her for long…”

—

Miguel has officially burned whatever unstable bridge he had with you. You won’t talk to him, you won’t go up to him to compare scores anymore, won’t even glance his way anymore. It’s not like he doesn’t deserve it, he knows he did, but it doesn’t mean he isn’t stuck internally mourning the loss of any good blood between you and his civilian form, officially snapping the last olive branch you had given him.

You wouldn’t talk to him, you wouldn’t stop by his desk anymore, started to take the longer routes to class whenever you would both have to go to the same class just so you weren’t in the same viscosity as him, hell, he’s pretty sure you haven’t even looked at him since. He can’t blame you though no matter how much he wanted to, he brought this upon himself. If he was able to keep his mouth shut, then maybe he would be able to better his chances of turning your silly rivalry into something closer to companionship. Now… his only hope was to be patient, and pray that you would eventually grow enough of a soft spot for him to be able to enter your life once more.

Step one, would be to make you acknowledge him. Even if it’s a small glare or a rolling of the eyes, he’ll take whatever you’ll give him. So he starts of small, a small scrap of paper with the words “I’m sorry, pls stop ignoring me so I won’t feel bad when I crush you on the next quiz”, it was meant as a joke, hoping to garner some sort of reaction out of you, where that be a chuckle or snort or an eyeroll. But you didn’t even open the note up, the second you saw his initials written in his neat handwriting on top of the folded paper, you crumpled it up and tossed it in the trash can before returning to your seat before the teacher began class.

You were stubborn, but so is Miguel, that was one of the many things you both had in common. So he tired again… in the next class he had with you, samething, a small folded slip of paper placed on the top of your desk, only for you to repeat your actions by throwing it away again. But as time passes he gets more persistent, started to leave your favorite candies and flowers on your desk, you knew it was him too, because they’d always be accompanied with his name on something, and despite how much it pains you to throw away perfectly good candy and flowers your need to keep a grudge was larger.

—

“Are you kidding me? How long is it gonna take for him to get the hint…” You whined quietly to Mj, as you picked up the small stuff doggy he had left on your desk this time, he knew you wouldn’t have the heart to toss this. Damn him.

“It’s a bit cute doesn’t you think? He’s like all those guys you read and watch about in those romance novels and movies.” Mj tried to reason with you, a small giggle leaving her lips as she picked it up and examined it. “It’s so cute too…”

“Well lucky you, it’s yours now.” You deadpanned with an eye roll as you sat in your seat, “And that’s different, at least all the guys in the movies and books didn’t drag the girl through the mud and insult them the way he did me.” You added, crossing your arms and turning your nose up in a slightly childish way, not even glancing at said male that you were talking about despite him sitting a few seats over from you, fidgeting with his phone as he pretended not to listen. You didn’t care if he did or not.

Mj just sent you a friendly glare, one that silently says, “don’t you think you're blowing this out of proportion?” You then tilted your head to the side, sending her one back that simply said “no.” she couldn’t help roll her eyes a bit at your dramatic as she gladly takes the stuff husky and placed it her bag, despite now being in basically no contact with your rival, it felt like you were complaining about him increased ten fold. Erasing any progress she and Peter were hoping to get the two of you together.

“So,” She finally drops it, glancing at the clock above the door of the classroom to see how much time she had before having to find her seat. “Are you doing anything after class tonight? Gwen from my French class is having a party at her dorm tonight, wanted to see if you’d come with me.” She asked, hoping to finally get you out and distracted. Frowning slightly white how quickly you shook your head.

“Can’t. I’m gonna be busy tonight.” You quickly answered, pulling out your supplies from your bag, making her groan at the rejection.

“You’ve been ‘busy’ all week, I know you well enough to know you’re probably just watching some random movie in bed.” She retorted, crossing her arms as she lightly glared at you.

“I have an actual thing tonight.” You replied, a smile creeping on your lips as you spoke. Mj raising her brow in suspension.

“A thing?”

“Yeah a thing.” You giggled a bit, feeling your cheeks warm up slightly.

“Okay can you tell me what said ‘thing’ is?” She asked, placing her hands flat on your desk as she leaned in a bit to get a bit closer, you pretended to think about it for a second, letting out a small hmm before finally answering.

“Okay, okay fine. Only since you're my best friend, I’ll tell you.” You said before folding your hands under your chin. “I’ve got… a date, for a lack of better terms.” You admit with a smile, Mj’s eyes widened so big you thought they’d popped out of her eyelids.

“No-no way!” She shout-whispered, going to sit in the empty chair next to her despite it not being her assigned seat. “Wait who!? Is it someone we know? Is it someone at this school?” She asked to which you quickly shook your head too, another smile spreads on your lips as you noticed her face form into one of confusion.

“Nooo, or actually I have no idea where he goes to school.” She scrunched together her brows at the odd answer.

“What do you mean you don’t know what school he goes to? Have you ever met this guy in person before?” You couldn’t help but let out a snort as she goes into ‘mom friend’ mode, her naturally overly protective nature shining through a bit. “Because if this is some, like random guy you met off social media I forbid you going-“

“Oh my goodness, no, no it’s nothing like that.” You shook your head and laughed, trying to explain yourself before she went into a full tirade about stranger danger. “I’ve met him in person, multiple times actually.”

“…Okay, so what’s his name?” You could still hear the slightest bit of suspicion in her tone as she narrowed her eyes at you. Only to watch them narrow more as you shrugged your shoulders, making her let out an over exaggerated sigh. “Is there anything you can tell me about him then? Literally anything.” It’s clear that her patience with you was starting to wear thin from you keeping her in the dark about the supposed guy you were going to see.

With practically perfect timing with the bell, you made a quick movement with both your hands. Middle and ring finger folding flat against your palms as the pointer, index and thumb were stretched out. Her jaw dropped to the floor as the biology teacher told everyone to get to their assigned seats, leaving you free from any more questions from the shocked redhead.

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“Why can’t we take the subway or something? Do you really need your main mode of transportation to be swinging?” You asked as you placed on a jacket, trying your best to not get cold feet on your plans with the spider despite him already being in your window. “I’ve developed a new fear of heights because of you.” You whined, which wasn’t a complete lie. Especially after the whole Doc Ock situation.

“When have I ever given you a reason to doubt my ability to hold you safely while swinging?” He asked with a head tilt, squatting in your window stool, despite the mask being on your still noticed the way it shifted as he smirked.

“Well… no but-“

“See. You’re safe-“

“That doesn't mean I can’t still be scared though.” You pouted, crossing your arms in front of your chest as you took a step closer to his spot in your window. “This might be second nature to you but it’s not for me, okay Mr.Man.” You retorted, before a small squeal left your lips when he pulled you closer to him once you were in arm’s reach, a smile creeping onto your lips despite your attempt to act annoyed with his actions. The red line where his right eyebrow would be raised up as he hugs your waist.

“Mr.Man?”

“Yeah… you know, Spider-Man. Mr.Man. I-I don’t know, it sounded better in my head.” You huffed, face heating up slightly from embarrassment as he let a snort out before even realizing he did, shaking his head playful as you attempted to explain away the attempt at being sassy. “I don’t know your name yet, okay. Cut me some slack.”

“Okay okay, sorry.” He chuckled, motioning for you to get on the window ledge with him, his grip tightened around your waist to make sure you didn’t fall, your arms wrapping around his neck as he helped slip you out of your window. Shutting it behind you both with a web after he swung you both onto the neighboring rooftop. A small squeal leaving your lips as you cross the distance.

“Where are we going anyways?” You asked, moving some loose strands of hair out from your face as you looked up at the vigilante.

“One of my favorite spots, has a great view of the city.” He told you, patting the side of your hip as a silent command to wrap your legs around his waist for extra security while he swung you both, quickly doing as you’re told, shifting until you were comfortable on his side, arms around his broad shoulders and one ankle hooked under the other to keep your legs around his hips. Once he felt the shuffling stop, he shot one of this neon red web to the top of your dorm building, his free hand that was gripping your waist gave your side a little squeeze, as if to silently warn you he was about to start swinging. “But first I gotta go pick up our dinner.”

—

“Mmm… yeah you're right, these sandwiches are waaay better then the bodega from around the corner of my school.” You admitted in between bits of your sandwich, taking a sip of your drink to help wash the food down. “Too bad it’s all the way across town, that’s too far for me to just get a sandwich. A forty minute subway ride is not worth it.”

“Well, if you're ever in the mood for one, I’ll get you one. It takes me less than half that time to make the trip.” He told you as he readjusted his mask to sit on his nose better, and cleaned some crumbs off the side of his plump lips.

“I’ll have to take you up on that deal sometime.” You joked, wrapping your free arm around your torso in an attempt to gain some more warmth. Even with one of your thicker winter jackets on, it was no match against the cold winds of late fall in the city from up at the top of the Empire State. You had no idea how Spider-Man wasn’t developing hypothermia considering he appeared to only be wearing the blue and red spandex suit. He must have noticed your body begin to tremble slightly, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you closer to steal some of his warmth.

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games // part one | peter parker

(the spacing is so weird... don't worry about it...)

masterlist to this here!

tw: underage drinking, angst kinda, mentions of sex and underage drug use, making out, y/n

just y/n

that's all i can say

kinda trash but whateverrr (i didn't really proofread-)

will probably have multiple parts that aren't that long?? idk

this one's 1.1k+ words

peter's p.o.v.

y/n stark had never fallen in love. she had everything she needed, all the money, right in the palm of her hand.

yes, she was smart. one of the top students at midtown high. her grades spelt that out. so why wasn't she doing anything with herself? why didn't she put effort into the things she did? why was she always making questionable decisons? smoking? drinking? parties? drugs and one-night stands? 

because she didn't care.

she didn't care simply since she would take over her father's company, anyways. no college or anything, simply a one-way ticket to be the c.e.o. of stark industries. that was her life plan.

plus hook-ups on weekends.

most nights were spent partying, drinking, and doing drugs. and the longest she'd ever dated a guy was 6 days (more or less).

to say the least, she had a reputation.

peter knew that, so he wasn't quite sure why he let himself fall in love with her, even though they'd never talked.

he glanced over to her figure that was slumped over her desk slightly, as she bit her lip in concentration. peter felt his heart beating a little faster.

"-once you finish that, turn it in. though," ms. cartwright paused, "you may, actually probably will, have to work with your partner outside of school to complete this. choose your person carefully, and don't forget, you have 'til wednesday. go ahead and find a partner."

"really, ms. cartwright? a project? aren't you supposed to be the cool teacher?" y/n quipped, not really meaning to make it sound like a joke, but some people, including himself, chuckled.

but peter's mood dropped again as he sighed, because he didn't have any friends in this class, so he prepared himself to plead the teacher to let him work alone.

suddenly, someone sat down next to him, making peter look up.

"hey, parker." his eyes immediately widened.

"oh! uh, h-hi, y/n."

she nodded briefly, "wanna partner up?"

"with- with me?" he asked, looking around.

"um, yes?" y/n raised an eyebrow. "who else?"

"right, right." it was awkward for a second, and he wanted to break the silence so bad. clearing his throat, "so i was thinking that we could do maybe... something for thermodynamic properties of atomic defects for quantum technologies? a model paired with a thesis, or, like, prediction for, uh, it, or," he looked up as he was writing to make sure she was still listening, "and add some sorta... emitter?"

"that's... actually really smart. maybe workshop on the defects part though, but i think we can make it work. let's blow them away, parker."

peter couldn't stop the grin that made it's way onto his face.

a girl was talking to him. a pretty girl. one that wasn't aunt may or mj. sure, yeah, it was for a group project, but still. 

it counted, he decided.

the rest of class was spent brainstorming, and then he felt a little sad once the bell rung and she had to leave, before that, though, y/n wrote her number on his paper, adding a little heart.

"wanna meet up after school? we can work on it and get it out of the way."

"yes, please!" he said, a little too happily, so he cleared his throat and tried again. "um, yeah, th- that's cool. i guess."

y/n laughed, and he decided it was the prettiest sound ever. "solid, babes." he froze momentarily, but he knew she didn't mean it sexually. but he still blushed, and y/n caught that but said nothing for his sake.

"'kay, see you then. text you the deets."

only aunt may ever used the word "deets," but when y/n said it, it sounded... cool, and it made him want to start using it, too.

he couldn't wait to brag to ned.

now who's the female-less dweeb?

his next period was lunch, so he could tell. ned. everything. peter was honestly still surprised that out of everyone in the whole classroom, she picked him.

unless she's using you for answers, a little voice rang at the his back of his head.

he shook it away. why would she need his help? or answers? y/n was equally smart, if not smarter.

right.

she came to me because i'm not 100% of a loser. i'm worth something as peter.

peter sat down at his normal seat on the lunchroom, right by ned.

"god, ned, you'll never believe it! ned, bro! guess, guess!"

"uh... the water fountain doesn't make the hallway smell like farts every time someone uses it because it's fixed now?"

"that... that was specific."

"hey, man, i gotta get water from somewhere."

"okay, well, either way, no."

"ooh! you- you... i don't know. just tell me!"

"alright, alright. get ready. are you ready now?"

"yeah! say it!"

"100% ready?"

"yes!"

"i got," peter started, pausing for dramatic effect, "a pretty girl's number!"

"really? no way!"

"and, and, it's not just any pretty girl! it's y/n! yeah! y/n stark!”

"no. way. oh my gosh, peter! that's insane!"

"i know, i know, i know!"

"so? now what?"

"what do you mean?"

"like... are you gonna meet up with her?"

"uh. maybe? i dunno. i've seen her at the tower, like, once."

"won't mr. stark," he shrugged, "not want you dating... his daughter?"

peter paused, shaking his head to clear his thoughts. "i... don't think we're quite there, ned," he answered honestly.

he decided not to mention the fact that it was for a group project.

peter spent the rest of lunch tuning out ned and day-dreaming about her. and then when he got home, he stared at his phone. maybe he was waiting for a text from her?

it didn't matter. 

why would she willingly do that?

then another thought popped into his mind, was she waiting for him? 

that's stupid. there's no reason for her to wait. if she wanted to talk to me, she would've done so. 

but what if she is? then i should message her. 

wait, no, i can't look desperate!

maybe-

shut up conscious!

he felt so silly, stressing over such a small thing. but then again, this was high school. practically everything you said or did mattered. finally, he decided he'd text her first. 

peter: hi. it's|

the cursor blinked in front of him, mocking peter. he erased it and tried again. 

peter: hey, it's|

or did "hi" sound better? no, no, hey was cooler. but he didn't want her to think it was hey, because it wasn't hey. it was just hey. 

well, now he had another problem. "hey" didn't look like a word anymore. it looked like hay misspelled. peter dragged a hand down his face, frustrated. 

peter: hi y/n i'm hopelessly in love with you and overjoyed that you picked me to be your partner marry me now? please| 

that was most likely not better. 

he settled for, at last;

peter: hey, it's peter. when do you wanna meet up? 

delivered at 5:31

#spiderman #tom holland x reader #tom holland #peter parker #peter parker x reader #games part one

[silkscream]

sangria 🥺 college!peter exes to lovers smut? (hii and congrats again bby)

nsfw ahead <3

you expected this. you did. it’s his apartment. and despite all of it, you still couldn’t help the thing stuck in your throat when you enter the room to see him.

he’s not looking at you. of course. he’s so enthralled by what mj is saying with some other girl attached to his hip that he doesn’t even notice you walk in, to your relief. or your dismay. you aren’t sure if you imagined your entrance to be very dramatic, with his eyes glued on you like a lost artifact, but you at least expected him to look in your fucking direction.

you did miss your college friends, though. after slaving away at your internship, you’d taken the time to take the last semester abroad. now that you were back, you felt like a ghost around everyone else no matter how excited they were to see you again.

there’s something strange about insisting you don’t miss someone despite the nagging desire for them to look at you.

when you make the treacherous move to make your presence known, mj gets off her feet to attack you with a hug while you make sweet small talk, peter chiming in intermittently almost out of politeness. you wonder if he’s nervous to see you. you wonder who that girl is.

“oh! totally forgot to introduce myself,” the girl pipes. “i’m felicia.”

“nice to meet you.”

you excuse yourself to the kitchen to grab some more punch — some kool-aid red mixture that harry had managed to dump together.

“you good?” the boy raises an eyebrow.

“yeah, why?”

“you know why,” he scoffs. he nods towards peter’s direction. your gaze follows his and your eyes lock with peter’s brown ones. you quickly look away.

“don’t be weird, osborn.”

the night stretches long, even when you’re drunk enough to calm those nerves and let loose, yet time seems to move slow. you’re more awake than everyone else, and everyone else is limited to harry, mj, and peter. peter’s the only one out of the two of you who aren’t asleep watching love island.

you don’t notice until you get up to go to the bathroom that peter’s the only one awake. you can feel his eyes on you as you walk away.

in the mirror, your eyes look sallow under the dull fluorescents. frowning at your reflection, you wash your hands and pick at the hangnail you’d been bothered by the whole day until the skin splits. there’s not too much blood but the shit annoyingly stings.

“uh, do you have a band-aid?” you whisper to peter, whose cheekbones are illuminated by the blue light of the television. he looks slightly ghastly, the way he does when he shows up in your dreams.

“yeah, in my room,” he murmurs. you turn to follow him, heart thumping along with your footsteps. you hadn’t been in his room in over a year.

it looks the same, of course. same sheets, same comforter, same movie posters on the walls. scattered polaroids that you’re definitely in.

he’s about to hand you the band-aid but pauses, frowning as he takes your hand in his. he peers at it like you’re a pathetic little thing. it leaves you confused.

“told you to stop picking at these,” he mumbles, fastening the band-aid over your torn cuticle for you. “’s bad habit.”

he says it like he’d told you the week before. he says it like you’re a constant in his life and sometimes you forget his little reminders.

“bad habits die hard?” your body is buzzing from all the alcohol. maybe that’s what’s making your stomach dip into unknown territory and has you getting closer to peter. it was always difficult to resist the things you wanted. that was part of the reason why you’d left the country.

there’s no reason for this situation to feel intimate. you’re just drunk. right?

“um. i should probably go home, shouldn’t i?”

“why should you?”

“i mean, there’s no room for me here.”

peter shrugs. there’s gravity between you, it weighs heavy on both of your shoulders and tethering you to the ground. he doesn’t respond, but he does take a step closer. he fiddles with the collar of your shirt, picking off a piece of lint to fill the space where conversation could be, but the innocent and mindless touching says enough for the both of you. peter feels like his tongue would burn if he really said what was on his mind right now.

“i haven’t seen you in ages, you know.”

“sorry,” you reply softly. you don’t know if this is the right thing to say?

“you liked europe, though?”

“it was really nice,” you clear your throat awkwardly. he’s now fixated on a strand of your hair, twirling it in between his fingers. “met lots of nice people.”

“yeah?”

god, his voice. you’d bottle it up and drink it if you could.

“yup. i see you have, too, um. i like felicia. she’s really cute.” you swallow the lump in your throat.”

“yeah, mj never shuts up about her,” peter rolls his eyes but feigns annoyance considering the small smile on his face. you try to ignore the twinge of relief you feel.

“fuck, i missed a bunch. it’s good to be back. i think i belong here. in-in new york, i mean.”

he purses his lips, blinking slowly. “i think you do, too.”

it happens like honey dripping — the eventual meeting of your mouths so soft against one another. peter is inches away from your face, breathing shallowly as if contemplating a mental rulebook.

“we can stop if you think it’s gonna hurt.”

you nearly scoff. how considerate of him to think about your feelings before he goes and toys with them. you don’t mind self-destruction, you’ve been doing it long enough for it to feel good. you’re sure that what you’re about to do will be paradise in hell.

“go wild, parker.”

he stops being gentle. he actually carries his actions with a sort of roughness that’s unfamiliar to you, all teeth and claws as he gets your clothes off right at the foot of his bed. he kisses down the length of your throat while his fingers dance around your hot core, working you up to an edge before teasing your release.

peter continues with his mouth now, his tongue caressing your bundle of nerves in a way that makes you legitimately gasp. you’ve forgotten what his mouth feels like. he’s being cocky now, you know it — even while his face is buried in your cunt, he’s just barely getting you there.

“you’re being mean,” you whine.

“i thought you liked that shit,” he chuckles.

“don’t you wanna be inside me?”

he looks up to see your angel face pleading for him and god, he can’t resist that. no way. not when you’re looking at him like that.

so he gives you what you want and clutches your arms against the bed hard enough to bruise flesh. the reddish marks along your collarbone bloom like gifts as he thrusts into you, and you find yourself slipping into a familiar place. swathed in his warmth like you’d never left his side.

peter makes a guttural groan that makes you think that maybe he’s changed, maybe he’s fucked countless other people after you because he was never usually this dominant. the intrusive thought dissipates when he kisses you again.

all of your synapses are on fire. the unintelligible mumblings coming from peter’s mouth reverberate in your brain as you find yourself overstimulated from his cock.

“so fucking pretty, just like always,” he moans. just like always.

“fuck, your cock feels so good.”

“you don’t know how many times i’ve thought of you. you’re the—the only thing that gets me there. ‘s not like this with anyone else.”

“fuck, fuck me please—” you whimper, your coquettish mewls of pleasure encouraging his hips to snap to yours with mercurial rhythm.

you cover your mouth to dull the sounds of your moans. you’re thrown to the edge completely, body going malleable right underneath him. you’re under his spell completely.

he bites back his moans and exhales them into your shoulder instead. you can feel the way his cock twitches inside of you before he bursts completely. together, your bodies melt into one another. it takes a few seconds for you to come back to earth.

“i missed you,” peter exhales.

“oh really? i couldn’t tell.”

“shut up,” he chuckles, hiding his face in the pillow.

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tom holland! peter parker x reader

-> so uh basically flash makes fun of peter and is like "embarassinggg 😳!!" so he runs out the cafeteria like a disney channel character but u comfort him l8r so it's okay

-> wrote this while i was in sugarland texas!! it was so much fun :3 n e ways im so hungry (　；∀；) and i want a fruit smoothie

"peter look! there they are!" ned pointed, hinting peter towards your presence at the table across from theirs.

"shh! keep your voice down, what if they hear you?" peter said, shoving ned's arm down.

"they probably heard you already." mj rolled her eyes.

"no way, we're pretty far. . . right?" he asks, half rhetorical and half serious. mj ignores it and ned laughs. "don't worry pete! I'm sure they love you already, you just don't know it_!"

peter lays his head down on his arm and absentmindedly stares at you, you were talking with your friends sitting at a semi occupied table, hand swirling around a straw that was inside your chocolate milk carton. there was only one person he recognized sitting next to you and it was flash.

"penis parker! something you wanna say to us or what?"

speaking of flash, peter's lovestruck face falters and is replaced with a confused one. he noticed that each and every one of the people in your small friend group were staring at him, including you. his face immediately flushes as you both make eye contact.

"is he gonna say anything?" one of your friends mentions to you.

"how about you leave us alone, flash, he's not hurting you." mj defends, frankly tired of flash's behavior over the years.

"exactly, it's not even you he's staring at!" ned attempts to defend. peter and mj really don't know how to respond to that other than a shocked and 'oh my god i can't believe you just said that what the hell ned' look.

the table collectively goes 'oooo' [ aside from you ] in a childlike manner, which embarrasses him even further. he wanted nothing more than to crawl underground and become one with the moles and dirt.

flash whistles, "damn then, who were you staring at." he eyes you, in which you glare at him, a silent message for him to not say what he's about to say.

"i think i know who it is, but you gotta help me out here man, who's got your—"

"flash shut up." you say, in a light tone, but stern enough for him to know that you were actually kind of serious.

"that confirmed it." he jokes, no one really paying attention to him anymore.

you shoot peter an apologetic look and he stares back at you, an unanalyzable expression painting his face. your group continues to discuss miscellaneous topics as his exponentially smaller trio try to comfort him. you save him the embarrassment by not sparing him any glances.

"it wasn't that bad of an interaction! at least they defended you."

"ned! it was your fault this happened in the first place!"

"nuh uh."

"it's okay guys, not that big of a deal." peter brushed off, "gonna do the restroom really quick, yeah." they look at him unconvinced but inevitably let him go. he sits outside the restroom near a water fountain.

embarrassing, is all he found that interaction to be. he just needed to be alone for a bit. what pissed him off was that it was a joke, he wasn't supposed to take it this seriously. it was worse that he walked out of the cafeteria feeling and looking stupid, at least in his mind.

"hi."

he looks up; oh shit it's you.

"oh, uh, hey."

"sorry about. .you know. .flash."

"it's fine, nothing i'm not used to!" he laughs slightly, ignoring the fact that he is most definitely not used to flash's bullying just yet.

"well uh, whatcha' listening to?" you sit next to him on the floor.

"oh just, generic stuff, i guess, here." he hands you one of his earbuds, blush apparent on his face. you smile as you put in your ear as you guys share your different tastes in music, eventually spending your whole lunch period together.

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[captain-mj]

I'm so sorry for the loss of your writing buddy, MJ

I hope you and Bunnie will be okay, sending hugs and well wishes

I’m using this as an excuse to talk about her because i want to talk about her so much

Leona would only eat cream cheese and frosting. No other human foods. She’d fight with spaghetti noodles because she tried to eat one one time and it snapped.

For every house but this one, she would claim a cabinet that she’d have as a safe place. I always tried to avoid pulling her out of it for any reason or disturbing it because I understood that was her way of saying she needed alone time

I call her my writing buddy because she’d lay on my chest while I was writing. She was more of a writing hinderance but she was always my buddy. Occasionally, if I needed to finish something fast or by a deadline, I’d push her off and have her lay at my side. I regret that now.

She didn’t like men for some reason. I had her since she was a kitten and she never had a bad experience with one, she just didn’t like them very much. She knew one of my friends was trans before he did and hated him.

Her favorite position was to loaf or lay like a broken doll. Some of the positions didn’t make sense for her spine but she was comfy. Those were the only times I could pet her belly.

When she was a kitten, she would hide in the space behind my back as I leaned against a wall. She was so upset Day she was too big to fit. I was too.

Also when she was a kitten, she’d hide in my hair when I was laying down. Sometimes she’d purr in my ears.

My wife was used to lay on whenever I wasn’t available. Leona never looked happy about this, but the alternative was a blanket and I Guess that wasn’t good enough all the time.

She never lost her kitten fur so even at 6 years old, she felt really soft.

None of the kitten audios from tiktok worked on her because she hated kittens.

Her best cat friend was named Ellie. They were best friends until I moved out of my brother’s house and Ellie stayed with her owners there. When they reunited later for a visit, they cuddled again.

Her nose was always really pink. So were her toe beans. She’d let me squeeze them so her claws would detract all the time. Just as long as I gave her chin scratches too.

She was only noisy when she wanted something. Normally she was a quiet cat. But she did purr a lot.

She hated the outdoors. Even as a kitten. I never had to worry about her rushing outside.

I buried her with a couple of bottle caps in her box because they were her favorite thing. She never liked cat toys. Tolerated catnip. But she loved bottle caps , especially if I put water for her to drink in them.

She was my baby. I love her so much. She’s buried in my Wife’s parents yard. It’s a peaceful place, even though I know she would hate it if she was alive.

If reincarnation is real, I hope I see her soon. I hope she isn’t Mad I took so long to find her. I was looking, but she had tucked herself into a space in the closet where we couldn’t see her. I know I’ll see her eventually. Just have to wait for her to come back around for her next life.

[southpawbitch]

MAY | mj's fic recs

my FIRST monthly roundup to share with everyone what the hell i've been reading all month :) posting a little early bc i'm back on my animal crossing bullshit and probably won't be reading much until the weekend! xx MJ

rhett

Pretend To Be My Boyfriend | @sugarcoated-lame | not sure how this is the ONLY rhett fic i've read/enjoyed all month, but it satisfied something deep within me

bob

Ghosts | Prologue | @topguncortez | soooo excited for this! reads like a scene out of a movie i could see everything so fucking clearly!!

The Wind Blows | @blue-aconite | crushed my soul, that's all

Picture Perfect Porcelain | @coyotesamachado | steamy af & from the tgm archives. i wasn't on tumblr last summer, so there's still so much i haven't read!

bradley

That Summer (Parts 3-5) | @ereardon (master post tagged) | if this were a romance novel, i'd read it all in one sitting and think about it for the rest of my life...cute and emotional and just right up my alley content-wise. we love a misunderstood bad boy 'round here

The Odyssey | 0.1 | @sunlightmurdock | makes me want to time travel back to the 80s just to pine after my moody college professor on a trip to italy...brb The Odyssey | 0.2 | see above.

The Importance of Introductions | @jupitercomet | read this during work which was a mistake bc miss girl needed her vibrator immediately. can't wait to read more!!!

Hung Up | @wkndwlff (bradley/reader & jake/reader) | propppper way to to a love triangle is to make one a fucking idiot. in all seriousness, great work, can't wait for more (if there will be more)

v-card | @seresinsweetie | also read this during work and felt so dirty, but good grief. typically not too into the whole virgin thing, but this works on sooo many levels

Voulez-Vous | @roosterbruiser | linked the prologue, but i've been rereading this from the start and it's so fucking fantastic. someone call HBO bc this shit would be awesome as a series like i need to see this visually with my eyeballs stat!

jake

Operation Apollo | 2.5 | sunlightmurdock | nearing the end of a phenomenal fic. read the whole thing rn if you haven't already

baby, i'm high octane | @laracrofted (master post tagged) | so fun and so original (read this standalone bc i'm dumb) and just now realized there's more parts!!!! this will be the first thing i read in june!

Less Talk | Part VII | @tongue-like-a-razor | ughhh cannot wait for more of this! i feel like classic jake is him falling for someone he'd never in a million years think he'd fall for and they're like the only person he can't get just by looking at them

#fic recs #may fic recs #mj's fic recs #top gun fanfiction #top gun fanfic #top gun fic recs #outer range fanfic #rhett abbott fanfiction

[questionableratatouille00]

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Pairing: Peter Parker x GN!Reader

Summary: Last year at Midtown’s winter dance, your science lab partner (and crush) stood you up without an excuse as to why. But when he asks you to it again this year, you’re forced to face the question: can the fire in your heart ever be rekindled?

Warnings: mention of being stood up, reader has no defined height but is taller than Peter, school dances, holidays,

“I don’t know, MJ. You remember what happened last year. He didn’t even show up.” You closed your locker, staring at your shoes.

“I wasn’t there, but I guess I remember. Anyway, you’re right. He’s probably a real douchebag, so why would you waste your time on him?” MJ justified.

“What? No! You should go! I know Peter, he’s a really nice guy. Like, actually. He felt so bad after last year. I heard him tell Ned about it the next day.” Betty combated.

“Guys, I don’t know. Maybe he’s just trying to put salt in the wound. What if he doesn’t show up again?”

The two girls looked at each other, as if they knew something you didn’t.

“What was that? What was that look? That look, you two just gave each other.”

“Nothing!” Betty tried to reassure you. “Besides, why would he go through the elaborate trouble of putting that note in your locker to ask you to the dance if he didn’t care?” She rambled out.

“Our lockers are right across the hall—“ MJ began, but Betty clamped a hand over her mouth.

Just then, the bell rang.

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The dance was loud, filled by the sounds of overplayed pop music from the 2010s and the chatter of your classmates.

You stood awkwardly off in the corner, regretting even coming. You should’ve just stayed home, God it would’ve been so much easier to do that. Or you could’ve went to MJ’s, and criticized overdramatic films just for the hell of it.

A tap on your shoulder dragged you from your bitter thoughts. You turned around, meeting his eyes. A beautiful brown, warm and welcoming; beautiful like the leaves on the ground on a cool autumn day.

“Hey,” he stammered out awkwardly, fidgeting with his hands.

“Hi.” You replied back, not sure what to say. “I…didn’t think you’d show up.”

“Why would I not—oh, oh my God, no, m’so, so, so sorry about that. Something came up, but I really wanted to be there, and I tried so hard to make it on time, but I couldn’t—“

“Relax.” You chuckled. “I’m not that mad. Really.”

Neither of you said anything for a moment.

“Do..do you wanna..dance?” He asked awkwardly. “I can’t promise you I’m good at it,” you warned, but he just smiled.

“It’s okay. Neither am I.” He held out his hand for you to take. You obliged, and he led you towards the crowd of dancing teenagers.

Just then, a slower Christmas song came on. It was obviously a piano version of a popular song, but you couldn’t place your finger on it.

Everyone around you began to slow dance to it. You looked at Peter, your hands instinctively went to his waist. He blushed, and you drew your hands back.

“Sorry, I just—“

“No,” he stopped you, smiling boyishly and shyly at the same time. “It’s okay.” Using his own hands, he guided yours back to his waist before he put his hands on your shoulders. You got a few strange looks here and there, mainly from Flash, but it didn’t stop either of you as you swayed together.

“I’m glad you showed up this time.” You murmured, feeling heat rise to your cheeks.

“Ye-yeah. Me too.” He chuckled. You were positive there was a reason behind his absence last year, but for now, you weren’t too upset about it.

Especially when you kissed him as you dropped him off at his house. You weren’t too upset about that, either.

A/n: it just occurred to me that I haven’t been putting GN!Reader in the pairings? I’m pretty sure every one of these so far has been with a neutral reader but I’m not positive on that

dividers by @saradika-graphics

Tomorrows hint:

Under the mistletoe Watching the fire glow And telling me, "I love you" Just being in your arms Takes me back to that little farm Where every wish comes true

#peter parker x reader #peter parker fanfic #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x you #peter parker imagine #peter parker fanfiction #holiday fanfic #holiday