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madameaug · 1 month ago

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Creep

Pairing: Peter Parker x Black Fem Reader

WARNINGS: Description of underage drinking (don't do!!)

When you were here before, couldn't look you in the eye

You're just like an angel, your skin makes me cry

Peter was late to his morning class, AP Lit. The class that he actually somewhat enjoyed from the series of classes he had this semester. Technically this would be his last semester of high school since he applied to graduate early. Receiving the Tony Stark Foundation Scholarship, he would be having an internship in replacement to the spring semester of highschool.

He didn't have alot of people who would miss him. His best buddy Ned, was still here. But he was recently voted SGA President and Peter could see how busy that was going to keep him. He was spared a humiliating belittlement from his English teacher Mrs. Sparrow, and quietly took his seat in the back. Eyes down to the ground, he almost didn't notice the person sitting in his designated unassigned seat.

You were pretty. Micro twists styled in a half-up half-down style. A soft purple scrunchie holding your hair up. You held the same colored purple pencil in your hand. Notebook open, annotating the assignment for the class period. Peter coming to his senses, that he was staring took the nearest seat. The one beside you to your left. The desk itself was at a diagonal angle, so he was facing the front, but he could look at your side profile without it coming across as weird.

Feeling his lingering gaze, despite his attempt not to stare. You looked at him. Really looked at him. Could you see that he existed? Smiling at him, he could see your lips move but couldn't understand a word you said. The elastic bands of your braces, peeking out of your mouth.

"Huh?"

"I'm Yn, nice to meet you."

Frozen like a deer in headlights. Peter's inner thoughts short circuited. He was seconds away from entering a panic state.

"We're in the same literary group." You continued, not wanting to make him more nervous. A pink flush scattered across his face.

"I'm Peter." He spoke like he finished running a mile.

I wish I was special, you're so fuckin special

Like the whole school could smell the new blood in the water. Everyone attempted to make small talk with you at lunch. Which happened to be the same lunch block Peter had. Not knowing anyone, you asked if you could sit with Peter. Not even able to form the words to verbally agree, he nodded his head.

However that invite seemed to apply to multiple people. Flash Thompson, MJ, and Liz made their way over to the table. Peter sitting on the end farthest away from you. He appeared like an outcast at his own lunch table.

Watching everyone ask you questions, hearing your laugh, hearing your stories. The reason you had moved from your hometown up state to Queens. You had a northerner accent that captivated the group. All of them wanting to hear you pronounce certain words.

But that was just the beginning of all the cool things about you. You were a student athlete, which practically had Flash drooling in the palm of your hands. You were a gynamist by technique, but loved cheer. You shared your plans to try out for the varsity team as a sophomore this weekend.

"Damn girl your resume is already three pages, and you still have two years left." Michelle commented, pointing at you with a celery stick.

"Most of it I wouldn't even be doing if my parents weren't making me. They think I have a real chance at going to an Ivy if I am apart of eight extracurriculars and keep my GPA high." You stated so casually.

"I mean yeah, what more do you have to do. You already have the looks." Flash blurted out. Uncharacteristically of him, causing everyone to blurt out a laugh. Peter himself even let out a laugh.

"Shut up penis parker."

"Somebody sounds jealous." Liz pointed out.

"Perhaps someone didn't get that Tony Stark Scholarship."

Michelle added salt to the injury.

Clenching his fist, Flash was a ticking time bomb. Like someone had just added mentos to his sprite. Cutting him off, you peaked down the lunch table at Peter.

"You got the Tony Stark scholarship?"

Clearing his throat quickly. Peter played off his accomplishment. Like it wasn't winning the academic lottery.

"Congrats! You worked hard for it, you deserve it Peter."

Yours words went straight to his heart. He couldn't ignore the increasing speed of the butterflies in his chest. For the short amount of time that you knew of his existence, you spoke to him with kind authenticity. Something that he hadn't received in years, something he didn't know that he wanted so badly.

"Thanks."

But I'm a creep. I'm a weirdo. What the hell am I doin' here.

The New York skyline was becoming one of Peter's favorite sights. It was oddly peaceful at 2:00 am. The city traffic was background noise to the internally dialogue Peter was having with himself. He paced back in forth.

I'm a loser, Yn wouldn't want anything to do with me

But I'm also Spider-Man, I could be her knight in shining armor

Telling her I'm Spider-Man could jeopardize her safety and May's safety.

His senses perked up from a string of dark grey clouds, coming from the building he was on top of. The smoke wafting through his nostrils, he slipped his mask on before webbing to the side of the building. Crawling down he searched for the fire.

With full force a window Peter was getting ready to crawl over thrusted open. Hiding a few inches above, more smoke funneled out of the apartment.

"I told you not to have the oven that high Yn." A man's voice spoke. But Peter froze at the sound of your name.

"The box said 400 degrees."

You weren't upset at all. Laughing and fanning the beeping smoke detector. A failed attempt at making your grandfather's cinnamon apple cobbler.

"I fear for your future roommates."

Peter on the other side of the wall had a stupid smile on his face. It was nice to hear normalcy for once. Not world-ending threats that he was traveling to space to defeat aliens that could wipe out the world with one snap. Or worrying about balancing the mutually complex lives of Peter Parker and Spider-Man. Part of him wished he could join in on the laughter. Pretend he was normal, that everything would be okay for longer than five minutes.

A few seconds later a firetruck could be heard approaching the apartment building. Peter could see the big truck turning on the block.

"Go on the ledge and tell them everything is fine. It's probably Antonio working this time." Your dad was so calm about the situation. Poor cooking skills, is a trait you seemed to inherit from your mother. So the local firefighter station and it's volunteers were familiar with the failed attempts at your cooking.

Following his instructions. You waved your hands seeing Antonio in his gear getting ready to set up the ladder. Peter like a fly on the wall watched you in your pajamas. A vintage band t shirt from the 2000s and fuzzy pants. Nike slides with white socks and a jumbo bonnet.

"Everything alright up there." Antonio yelled spotting you.

"Yeah! Just a bad attempt at apple cobbler. I'm sorry!" You giggled halfway.

"Turn down the oven next time Yn."

"Told you."

He watched like was a background character. Unimportant. Irrelevant. Obsolete. He needed to get out of here.

I wanna have control. I want a perfect body, I want a perfect soul.

Anger. Pain. Numb. Those were the three words that Peter could only feel. His encounter with the multiverse villains. The death, murder of his Aunt. The publicized murder of his Aunt. It was pushing him to his breaking point, and he was losing every piece of his humanity.

He stopped holding pack his punches. Letting his grief come out in the broken bones of the criminals he fought. He was having emotional outburst in schools. It took the smallest thing to set him off.

He walked through the hallways, quiet. More quiet that unusual, only a few people knowing about the recent passing his Aunt. Those people being Ned, Liz, and Michelle. And soon enough you were told.

"Have yall noticed a change in Peter? Is everything okay?"

Ned and Michelle looked between each other. They debated on whether they should tell you about what is wrong with Peter. Michelle watched as Ned opened his mouth but cut him off.

"He's just on his period. You know, testerone. Uh hormone imbalance."

"Yeahhhh. He just needs space right now." Ned topped off. Unsure what the two were hiding you didn't push the topic any further. Yet when you two were alone in AP Lit, you were seeing a different Peter.

His eyes were blood shot red, eyes puffy. You could hear the music from his headphones blasting in his ears. Low enough that Mrs. Sparrow wouldn't notice, but sitting right beside him you noticed. His posture was haunched over, his head was almost touching the desk.

Your heart ached seeing Peter like this. Sure he was quiet, but he was rude towards you. Ripping out a piece of paper from your notebook you wrote down two questions.

Are you okay?

Do you want to talk about it?

Discreetly slipping it to Peter. You faced forward to appear that you were listening to the lecture. Peter lifted his head, looking at his elbow to see the piece of paper.

Once you knew he read the note, you looked at Peter. Lending him your favorite pencil. His eyes held a different level of sadness to them. Almost like the light had left his eyes a long time ago.

He scribbled on the paper.

'No'

'No'.

Peter returned the note before standing up and walking out of the classroom. Ignoring Mrs.Sparrow's calls for him to return to class. A seed of guilt planted in your gut, feeling like you set off Peter.

Peter stepped into the apartment for the first time since Aunt May died. He could do 24 hour patrol shifts for so long before his body gave up on him. He was on the hunt for the Norman Osborne, Green Goblin. His quest for vengeance would be filled until he watched the life leave his eyes, like he had to watch Aunt May's.

Taking off the suit Peter showered. His body littered in new and old bruises. His torso resembling one of a dalmation, it was a surprise he could still walk upright. His brown hair sticking to his forehead as the water ran down. Days of sweat and dirt clumped into his hair. The hot water felt good and soothed his muscles.

Drying off, he winced touching a sore area. Right below his ribs there was a evident gash. Now starting to heal, Peter wondered how long the wound had been there. His emotional numbness evolving, further than he imagined. Looking the wound over, it was quite deep and he would require stitches.

He wondered how you would react seeing his bruises. If you were the squeamish type and hated looking at blood. Would be be disgusted seeing the toll Spider-Man had on his body.

Would you view him differently if you knew he was on a man-hunt for Green Goblin. That he was going to be his one way ticket to hell. Serving justice to his Aunt, or would you want him to turn the other cheek. Keep his moral compass straight and not let the name friendly neighborhood Spider-Man be tarnished by grief.

I want you to notice when I'm not around

Five days had gone by since you saw Peter in AP Lit. The general school body carried on like normal, but internally you were panicking. Perhaps it was naive of you to think that a school that saw over 800 students would notice one students unusual absence. Coming from a smaller school, it was hard not to notice when the same classmate was absent multiple days in a row.

At the lunch table, you waited for Michelle and Ned to join you. From the facial expression you were making, they could already tell you were going to talk about Peter. Truth to be told, Peter hadn't spoke to Ned or Michelle. They were just in the dark as you were. Except they knew about his other identity, and knew about the death of Aunt May.

"Okay, let's cut to the chase. What's wrong with Peter?"

Your voice was firm and somewhat demanding. Giving each other the same look as last time.

"And I want the truth. The full truth." You nipped any planned lie in the bud.

"His Aunt died." Ned said softly. Slapping his arm, Michelle fussed at him through tight lips.

Covering your mouth, you felt your stomach drop 100 feet. He was grieving. It would explain the puffy eyes he had over the past few days.

"His uncle died when he was in elementary school, and his aunt. He doesn't have any family left."

Hurting more for Peter. Your mind went into action mode. Determined, you slapped the back of your hand into your palm.

"That's not true. We are his family. We have to do something for him."

And something you all did. After school you walked to the nearest store. Buying him flowers, a card, and a basket filled with his favorite snacks. It wasn't too much, but you wanted do something. The plan was for you to deliver the basket to Peter. Ned had a mandatory SGA meeting to plan Homecoming and MJ had a debate match. Now all you had to do was gather your courage to face him.

She's runnin out the door. She's runnin' out. She run, run, run run.

Slightly delirious Peter sat up in a daze. Confused as to who could be at the door. Hoping it wasn't the landlord to ask where the rent for this month was it. He could only handle one obstacle at a time.

Concentrating to walk to the door without falling over. The effects of the alcohol hitting him in full effect. He swung open the door, eye lids heavy.

"Peter."

"Yn." He slurred. Not fully processing you standing in front of him.

"What are you doing here?"

"I just wanted to check on you. You haven't been at school."

"Didn't think you would notice." Peter stood to the side letting you enter the apartment. You could sense the touch of Aunt May from the apartment. There were several pictures on the dinner table of her and Peter. The one in the center of Peter accepting the Tony Stark Scholarship. His smile was bright, radiant almost.

You took a seat on the couch. Your fingers in your lap, wondering how to bring up the care basket.

"Want some?" Peter offered holding onto the bottle of Chardonnay. He poured himself a glass, almost filling it up to the top.

"Peter we are sixteen."

"Right. I apologize." He put the bottle back into the cabinet. Taking a big gulp, he joined you on the couch. You were speechless watching how low Peter had become.

You struggled to find the words to express your support for Peter in this difficult time. With a gentle touch, you laid your hand on top of his. The other reaching behind you to give the signed card.

"Here." Peter looked at the envelope with a neutral facial expression. He too was at a loss for words. Opening the card silently, Peter read the heartfelt words from his friends. In his drunken state his emotions twisted and turned inside his chest. His emotional resolve starting to crack, tears flooding yet again.

"You all didn't have to do this." Dry and emotionless, you explained to Peter that the three of you noticed the hurt he was going through.

"Am I some charity case to you all. You think a card is just going to make it disappear." He stood up, looking down at you like you offended him.

"Is that all I am to you? Huh!?" He voice raised.

"Peter, no."

"Do you think I'm weak. You think I'm some fragile piece of glass." His anger rising, hands pulling at his scalp. You stood up as well, trying to reason with him.

"Peter listen-"

"No!"

"No you listen to me! You aren't going to shut out your friends, people who care about you because you are grieving. You don't have to carry this eight alone."

Cutting him off again before he could speak.

"Maybe Ned and Michelle will let you toss them to the side. But I won't let you. You don't know how good you have it right now."

Swallowing thickly, Peter reflected on the past week. The missed calls he ignored claiming he wanted to space. Walking to school to avoid seeing Ned on the bus. Skipping debate club so Michelle could question him about his absence.

Stunned into silence, you took it as Peter being stubborn.

"I thought that maybe hearing it from me, you would change your mind. But obviously I was wrong. I'll give you your space Peter." The way you said his name was with complete dejection. Like it was form of rejection in itself. Peter saw you turn your back to walk out of the front door. Leaving him alone in the empty apartment, drunk and upset.

"Please, help me." He said weakly, voice cracking. "Don't go."

Whatever makes you happy, whatever you want.

You're so fuckin special, I wish I was special

But I'm a creep

The first promise you made Peter do was to pour out all of the bottles of alcohol in the apartment. He agreed, partially embarrassed you had to see him in that state.

The second promise was to call of Ned and Michelle and apologize. He invited them over to his apartment for Legos and pizza, which they readily accepted. For the first few minutes it was a little tense. Peter apologized for his behavior and by the end of the night everything was back to normal. Ned and Peter geeking out over Star Wars, and Michelle making fun of them equally.

You were able to insert yourself into the flow of the conversation naturally. Being able to laugh at the quirky humor the group had, not having to try to hard to socially camouflaged into someone else. You were being yourself.

You were having so much fun that you nearly forgot you had a curfew, and your apartment was a twenty-minute bus ride in the opposite direction. Hugging everyone individually, you promised to see them on Monday for school. Holding Peter by his shoulders to watch his promise to attend school regularly again.

"Do you want us to walk with you Yn. It's not good for a girl to walk around by herself at night." Peter offered.

"No, you all live in this area. It's fine, I promise."

"Call us if someone follows you."

"Or just call for Spider-Man." Michelle chimed in sarcastically. Ned looked at her knowingly.

"Right, like Spider-Man is going to show up out of thin air." You joked back.

"You never know." She shrugged, and Peter cleared his throat awkwardly. You didn't linger any further, hurrying down the steps. The cool New York air hitting your face. Grateful you had on a heavy coat, so the walk wasn't too painful.

Holding onto the pepper spray in your pocket. You weren't naive of the New York streets, and took every necessary precaution. No headphones, staying in public areas, no short cut through alleys. Hair pulled up so it couldn't get tugged on. Your father a Harlem native, taught you the basics of walking home alone.

"Psst. Pssst." You ignored the voice cat calling you. Increasing your pace faster, you didn't even turn around to look at them. But the voice got closer and more desperate. Almost sprinting at this point, you could hear the feet picking up equal speed. Adrenaline on 10, you run avoiding street lights and lingering shopping carts. Before you realized it your feet were in the air, your body in the air.

"Oh my God!" You looked at the ground which you were significantly higher.

"It's okay! You're okay." He soothed, trying not to sound scared himself.

Balancing you both on the buidling, you had a chance to look at the man in front of you.

"Spider-Man!?"

Wiggling his fingers, you couldn't contain your excitement. Nearly jumping back into his arms. You cheesed harder than ever before.

Regaining your composure you, thanked him.

"No need to thank me."

"How did you even know where I was?"

Lying smoothly on the spot. "I was just in the neighborhood."

Sincerely, thanking him again.

"Do you think you could bring me back to the ground?"

"Right." He grabbed your waist so naturally. Webbing to the building sliding you both to the ground.

"Get home safely Yn." He spoke to himself, watching you walk down the street longer than he should have.

Gosh, he was creep.

#madameaug #x black reader #black readers #peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker x black!reader #marvel x black reader #spiderman x reader #spiderman x black reader #x black fem reader #black reader

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sam24 · 1 year ago

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Minivans And Pawnshops

Summary: You were out on a mission for a week, and when Tony, your self-appointed overprotective bodyguard, notices your Greek god of a boyfriend acting weird, he makes it his personal duty to figure out why. By asking Steve what was going on? Hell no. By slipping a Stark Tracker on him and shoving 11 people into an 8-seater Honda Odyssey to follow him.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x fem!reader

*****

“Take a left.” Friday’s monotone voice rang out.

“Take a left here, Happy,” Tony instructed, looking up from the Stark Map on his phone.

Happy rolled his eyes, mumbling something along the lines of I know, the robot already told me.

“This isn’t necessary, Tony,” You repeated for about the hundredth time. “Steve is not cheating on me.”

“My evidence says otherwise,” Tony urged Happy to drive faster, earning a grumble from the latter. “He’s acting very suspicious, always going out and coming back late every time.”

“Actually, I can vouch for Tony on that one,” Clint adds from his squished place in the last row of the mini-van, practically sitting in an annoyed Natasha’s lap. “He’s been acting pretty weird.”

“Doesn’t automatically mean that he’s cheating,” You defended. “He probably has other reasons.”

“Fine. Cheating or fight club. Which would you prefer?” Tony cocked his head at you, and you shoved it back.

“If he is bedding another woman, I will make sure he cannot bed any woman ever again!” Thor declared loudly into your ear, Wanda also wincing on the other side of him.

“You mean cut his dick off?” Sam piped in from the back, who was purposefully shoving into Bucky with every turn the car made.

“Um, indeed. I think so,” Thor shrugged. “I am not sure what I meant either.”

“Uh Mister Stark?” Peter turns around from the passenger seat that he was sharing with a very uncomfortable Bruce. “Did you really have to bring all of us? I have a lot of math homework to finish.”

Tony waved him off. “I have like 30 assistants back at the tower, kid. Someone will do it for you. Plus, all of us have to catch Rogers in the act and publicly shame him.”

You turned back to Tony, remembering what you both were initially arguing about after the ringing in your ear settled down. “You didn’t have to sneak a damn tracking device on him! You could have just asked what he was doing like a normal person.”

“Fuck being normal. At least be grateful that I waited for you until you came back from your mission to catch him red handed.” Tony smirked. “Or should I say cum handed.”

Everyone gagged.

“Actually, I don’t think that’s how it works,” Vision frowned, basically underneath Wanda. “The semen technically would not be in the Captain’s hand, unless-”

“Vis, honey.” Wanda just shook her head.

“Plus, I already asked Cyborg over here.” Tony pointed to the back at Bucky, who was still glaring at Sam. “He went uhh, I don’t know and ran away,” Tony said in his best dumb jock voice.

“Nothing is going on, Tony.” Bucky narrowed his eyes. “Just turn the car around.”

“I agree with Barnes.” Natasha kicked Tony’s seat from the third row. “Turn around, Happy.”

Bucky looked past Sam and Clint, who were hitting each other’s knees with their own. “Steve told you too?” He asked in Russian with a raised eyebrow.

Natasha shook her head with a smirk. “No. I’m just smart like that.”

“Too late, buddy,” Tony ignored their secret conversation, flashing a fake smile over his shoulder. “Like the great John B once said, ‘We didn’t come this far to get this far’.”

Peter whipped around once again, his eyes lighting up at the quote. “Mister Stark, I’m really glad that you’re watching my TV show recommendations, but I’m pretty sure someone else said it before he did-”

“Happy, take another left here.” Tony called out, mimicking the AI who just said it seconds before.

You rolled your eyes, the red dot in the center of Brooklyn on the phone screen catching your attention. You had no reason to doubt Steve’s loyalty toward your relationship. He loved you and you loved him and you knew that he would never do anything to hurt you. But, you were curious as to why Steve was apparently acting weird while you were gone, and what the hell he was doing in Brooklyn.

“Trust me, Tone. He’s not cheating. I’ll just ask him when he comes back, it’s probably just some stuff he has to take care of.”

“C’mon guys,” Bucky pressed. “Let’s turn around. I need to pee or something.”

“Hm, sounds like you're in denial.” Tony said to you, ignoring Bucky once again. “Don’t worry, the next step will be coming soon. Anger,” Tony announced with a grin like it was some kind of flashy news headline.

“Tony, why the hell does it sound like you want my boyfriend to be cheating on me.”

“Aw come on, it’s not like that,” Tony gestured at Happy to take a right. “I’m just looking out for you.”

You rolled your eyes once again, rubbing your wrist, remembering the death grip Tony had on you earlier as he dragged you into the light blue Honda Odyssey packed tight of Avengers in the back of his garage. He was saving it for his future family, he had claimed when you asked why Tony Stark of all people owned a minivan.

“Stop!” Tony yelled, and Happy quickly stepped on the brake, sending everyone flying forward. You heard Bruce and Peter groaning in the front. “This is it. The big reveal,” he announced.

You immediately scooted ever closer to Tony as he pressed his forehead to the window.

“He’s having an affair with . . .” Tony paused with a frown, his sunglasses sliding down the slope of his nose. “The owner of Vintage Pawn Shop?”

Pawn shop? Didn't Steve say something about a pawn shop a while back?

Identical confused eyebrow furrows made their way onto everyone’s faces, except Bucky’s and Natasha’s, as you spotted your unmistakable 6 foot 2 super soldier through the glass littered with fingerprints.

He was describing something to the old lady working in the store, looking hopeful and tired, like he had been searching for it for days. She nodded and raised her finger in a one minute, honey type of way and started rummaging through some things behind the counter. She pulled out a small box from somewhere, opening it and gently placing it in front of Steve.

You squinted your eyes, accidentally shoving Tony’s head into the window of the car as you craned your neck closer, trying to read the woman’s lips.

She said something along the lines of This might be what you’re looking for, sweetie, and Steve’s eyes lit up, a clear wave of nostalgia crashing over him. With gentle calloused fingers, he lifted a ring out of the box, admiring it with a soft smile.

“Friday,” Tony called out, face still squished between you and the car window. “Connect to the store’s CCTV.”

Before you could ask since when the hell Friday could do that, the Stark Map with a You have arrived at your destination adorned on its screen quickly was replaced with the live footage from the store’s cameras.

“Did this belong to someone that you knew, honey?” The old woman’s kind voice grainily made its way through the speaker of Tony’s phone as she noticed Steve’s eyes glistening with tears.

Everyone tried to move closer to the phone for Steve’s reply in the overcrowded car. “Ow!” You heard Clint yell, probably at Sam. “That was my foot, dumbass!” He was immediately shushed.

“Yeah.” Steve nodded, still smiling at the ring. “My ma’s.”

Multiple gasps were heard throughout the car, Happy’s being the loudest.

A weeks old, sleepy memory that was buried deep into your brain immediately flooded back.

You and Steve were wrapped around each other, your ear pressed to his heart, slowly lulling you to sleep with a familiar beat.

“Y’know, you remind me of my ma.” Steve randomly declared against your hair, and you peered up at him to meet the soft currents in his eyes. “Beautiful. Kind. Doesn’t take shit from anyone.”

He pressed a kiss to your lips as you smiled, cupping your face to pull back and look at you. He stared lovingly at you for a while, settling into a comfortable silence.

“Everything okay?” You turned your head to kiss his palm. The last time he had looked at you for this long without talking, it was right before he burst into tears after you had almost died on a mission.

“Yeah, sweetheart. Just thinking.” He pulled you back into his chest, placing another kiss on your forehead. “She would’ve loved you.”

After a little bit of silence, he spoke again. “Her ring was beautiful.”

“Oh?” You hummed.

“Yeah.” He nuzzled his nose into your cheek, a slight Brooklyn accent slipping through as he talked slowly, his words laced with sleep. “Don’t know where it is, but I wanna find it for you. I’ll look through every pawn shop in the state. And when I find it I’ll propose when the time’s right under the stars and you’ll say yes because you’re just like my ma, and Ma loved me more than anything in the world.”

If Steve had brought up the topic of marrying you during the day when you were wide-awake, you probably would have had a stroke of happiness.

But right now, it was night.

It was night and you were half-asleep, wrapped up in Steve’s warm arms, feeling more at peace there than you ever had anywhere else.

Nothing but peace.

So you just drowsily grinned into his bare chest, your hand snaking up to rest on his cheek. “She loved you more than anything in the world, huh?” You repeated. “Well then I guess your Ma and I are pretty similar.”

You looked up from the screen and back at the window, staring at the ring in Steve’s hand with wide eyes. The sunlight bounced off of it and the jewel sparkled in the light with an elegant touch. Steve was right- it was absolutely gorgeous.

A smile crept onto your face, matching the one on Steve’s.

“Why the hell are you smiling?” Tony’s voice interrupted your daze. “He’s gonna propose to the side chick!”

#marvel fanfiction #steve rogers x reader #tony stark is dumb #but we still love him

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primaviva · 2 years ago

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PAIRING: (primary) gwen stacy x fem!reader, (secondary / onsided romance) harry osborn x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS: gwen has liked you for a long time, harry knew this. to gwen's surprise, harry actually liked her for much longer, something she only learned when he confessed and asked her to prom. gwen's rejection hit harry hard. you can imagine gwen's shock when, just as she was about to tell you how she felt and ask to be your date, you revealed that you already had a date. harry osborn.

WARNINGS/NOTES: misunderstandings trope like heavy, a lot of cursing, manipulation on harry’s part, angstyyy, suggestive toward the end, jealous n angry gwen vs sassy man harry, white boys doin too much and not proof read

as summer's hot embrace swept across queens, whispers of anticipation filled the air in midtown high.

the arrival of prom.

the streets adorned themselves with vibrant hues of gold and scarlet, echoing the spirit of the season that gripped the hearts of every new yorker. decorative banners danced in the breeze on campus, proudly displaying the school's emblem as a symbol of community pride. the heat and constant air conditioning mingled with the distant sound of a marching band practicing their lively tunes, weaving a tapestry of nostalgia and excitement for all the locals and alumni.

prom, a cherished tradition to no one but the beckoned who peaked in high school. let’s be real here, what teen beside the tryhard kids trying to form the perfect resume for college genuinely cared for homecoming? nah, not one. the only excitement that came from it was being able to get free food, dress cute, some photo ops with your partner, and just hanging out with your friends. you could technically count the performances by the school bands and dance teams but to be honest all the talent was overshadowed by the patriotic midtown chants praising the school for its community and kindness even though you could’ve swore you saw flash thompson trying to beat on some freshman in the hall the other day.

it’s midtown high… mid is in the name. to be quite honest, you weren’t expecting much. you didn’t even have a date in mind, you just knew you’d end up going with your small friend group consisting of your best friend gwen, peter, and harry.

you were brought back to reality when your teacher pulled an ‘i’ll wait’ on some girl in the front who was just as confused as the rest of the class and was simply asking someone else for help.

as the minutes ticked by in the seemingly endless ap english class, the only escape you found was talking gwen during class to keep you sane.

you leaned towards gwen, a mischievous glint in your eyes. "i feel like i’m trapped in a literary prison. is it just me, or does every sentence, as soon as she opens her mouth, sounds like some philosophy subreddit bullshit?"

gwen stifled a giggle, her eyes sparkling with shared amusement. "oh, trust me, it's not just you. i think i've somehow deciphered the hidden meaning behind every comma in this book. it's like we're on a quest for the nonexistent holy grail of english assignments."

you both burst into a fit of laughter, struggling to contain your amusement while keeping a watchful eye on the teacher. the irony of the situation wasn't lost on you— the passionate exploration of language and literature reduced to a burdensome chore.

however, you couldn’t help but feel a pair of jealous eyes on you. the prickling sensation at your neck coming from the back of the class made you turn your head slightly, and you caught a glimpse of harry's eyes fixed on gwen, his expression tinged with jealousy. his lips pressed together in a tight line as he bit down on them, lost in his thoughts to notice that you caught him looking. he seemed almost irritated at you by the way he stared and to your understanding, for no reason. it’s not like you did any sneak shit behind his back or got on his nerves .

caught in the awkwardness of the moment, harry mustered a teasing smile and gave a nod, as if attempting to play off being caught. the nod was like a silent statement from him to you, that he felt the same way you did in the class. bored as hell.

but beneath the facade, the tension simmered, and you couldn't shake the feeling that something deeper was brewing beneath the surface. questions swirled in your mind, but for now, you chose to let it go and return your focus to gwen.

"this class single handedly ruined how i’ll read for the rest of my life, and you know how much i love to read edgar allen poe," you whispered, barely able to contain your sarcasm.

gwen leaned closer, her voice barely audible. "i swear, if i have to dissect one more sonnet, my brain cells will start killing themselves."

the bell's sudden ring startled both of you, cutting short your whispered complaints and signaling the end of yet another mundane class. you exchanged a knowing look, relief and mischief dancing in both your eyes.

"finally, damn!" you exclaimed under your breath. "let's get out of here before we start speaking in iambic pentameter."

gwen nodded, her lips curled into a smile. "i can't wait another second."

together, you gathered your belongings, trying to suppress the lingering laughter that threatened to bubble. as you made your way towards the door, the teacher's eyes scanned the room, momentarily pausing on your mischievous glances, but quickly moving on.

you were about to respond to her joke when harry osborn approached you two with a slightly hesitant yet determined stride. his sudden interruption caught both of you off guard.

"hey, gwen," harry began, his voice shaky. "can we talk for a minute?"

your curiosity piqued, but you gave gwen an understanding look and assured gwen that you would wait for her at the lockers, giving her a reassuring smile. with a nod, she followed harry to a quieter corner of the hallway, leaving you to be nosy and wonder what the conversation could be about. time seemed to stretch as you leaned against the lockers, the echoes of passing students fading into the background.

minutes turned into an eternity before gwen finally emerged from the conversation, as she walked toward you, you could sense the weight of the conversation hanging in the air. without a word, she shook her head, her eyes filled with unspoken thoughts.

"what did harry want? some chemistry homework answers that been due since last week?" you asked playfully, trying not to make it seem like you were praying for information.

it’s not like you were jealous of harry or envious of him for talking to gwen, you knew where you two stood. but just the way he looked at you? just rubbed you the wrong way. and you couldn't lie and say the curiosity wasn’t killing you as to why he had to pull gwen away from the public to just ‘talk to her.’

gwen's eyes met yours, looking unusually reserved. she hesitated for a moment before responding, her voice barely above a whisper. "it’s nothing, really. he just asked me a stupid question. don’t worry about it."

you left it at that, not wanting to force her into talking about something that was clearly private. you respected her desire to just move on. still, a teasing smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you couldn't resist a teasing remark.

"did he ask you to be his secret prom date?" you quipped, a twinkle of mischief in your eyes.

gwen's face turned pale for a moment before her cheeks flushed slightly as she shook her head, a subtle smile gracing her lips. "no, you couldn’t be farther from the truth. i um… i actually have someone in mind."

you felt your cheeks heat up at her comment, but also a gut wrenching feeling in your stomach. could she be talking about you? no, but then again all the moments where your legs brushed together while you sat, the lingering gazes and stolen looks, her hands on your waist when she guided you through a big crowd, just all the times where the lines between best friend and more became blurred.

however, gwen remained silent, her intentions veiled for now.

you two had similar schedules, so it was everyday you two walked to your classes together. as the two of you made your way to study hall, gwen broke the silence, "wanna share headphones while we work?"

her hand brushed against yours, your breath hitching as you became hyper aware of how close gwen was. you could feel her continue to stare into your eyes as she intertwined her hand with yours. a smile bloomed across your face as you nodded in agreement, unaware of someone else glaring at you from a distance. again.

weeks passed since then. before, prom was less than a month away. now? just days.

you still didn’t have a date. part of you wanted to just go along, not having any interest and anyone besides gwen. but another part of you was still holding onto hope, living in the fantasy world of the imaginary scenarios that she’ll ask you out.

there were doubts in your mind if gwen liked you, and even if you liked her. she’s your friend, best friend even. but your friendship with her is so different from the way you both treat your other friends. you don’t let your other friends call you names, sit on their lap while their hands wrap around your waist, stay up on friday nights and fall asleep on the phone, and so much more. it was more than just the physical attraction you had to gwen, it was the chemistry between you two. you admit, gwen is more than fine. to her tall demeanor and athletic body, and not to mention the hair and piercings. but the way she understood you more than anyone else was the biggest turn on of them all. she can read you like the back of her hand. she knows when you’re sad, when something’s bothering you, when you’re overwhelmed and just want someone to run away with even if it’s temporary.

all year it seemed that you both had been running circles around each other. there was just something different about the way she stared straight into your eyes as you talked about something. or the times where you swear you saw her biting down on her lip as she sneakily checked you out before you could catch her and she’d tell you how pretty you are. the times you would ask her to repeat stuff on the phone because you just loved hearing her voice just to fall asleep to it. the time where she noticed you looked at her while she cleaned her drumsticks and she told you it’s rude to stare. the times where she had no problem sneaking into your home from through your window to comfort you after a fight with your parents.

she felt like your other half and that’s what confused you. everyone talked about their best friend like that, but you and gwen didn’t seem like friends. and you can’t tell anymore if that’s good or bad.

it was clear you were attracted to gwen in more ways than one, but you couldn’t help but be in denial because of your fear that if you did pursue something romantic with her you could possibly ruin your friendship forever, and you couldn’t imagine your life without her.

gwen couldn’t imagine her life without you either, harry knew that first hand. which is why he’s on his way to your place right now.

harry osborn mustered up the courage to confess his feelings to gwen, his heart pounding with anticipation. he found her in the hallway, took a deep breath, and poured out his emotions, confessing his affection and asking her to be his date for the upcoming prom.

"hey, gwen," harry began, his voice filled with a mix of nervousness and determination. "i've been meaning to tell you something... i really like you. you're amazing, talented, and so fearless. i’ve admired you for a while. so, i was wondering if you'd go to prom with me?"

gwen listened attentively, a kind smile on her face that slowly dropped as she kept talking. but before harry could catch his breath, she gently interrupted him.

"harry, look, i appreciate you telling me this and you're such an amazing friend," gwen replied, her soft and cautious. "but, i can’t go with you. i’m sorry it’s just… i actually had something on my mind too for a while. i've been wanting to tell (y/n) how i feel about her for a while now and so i thought prom would be the best excuse. i've just been nervous about it because i don’t want ti ruin anything. you understand, right?"

harry's face fell slightly, his disappointment flickering across his features. he tried his best to hide the bitterness he felt, realizing that gwen's heart was set on someone else.

"oh... i see," harry responded, trying to sound nonchalant. "don’t worry, gwen. i get it. i never caught on that you liked our (y/n), that’s my bad. i'm sure you’ll both have an amazing time at the dance when you ask her."

gwen's expression softened, "thank you, harry. i hope this doesn’t make anything too weird or weirder than it needs to be. friends?"

harry forced a smile, masking his envy as best as he could. "of course, gwen. friends always."

but as gwen turned to leave, harry's mind started to spin. thoughts of revenge began to cloud his judgment.

how could gwen stacy reject him? it was all he could think of. ‘she’s just a cop's daughter’ he thought, balling his hands into a fist.

“hey, could you speed it up?” he pressed the driver, quickly apologizing. “sorry i just… the waiting is killin’ me.”

maybe it was the bitterness fueling his need to boost his own ego, but he still couldn’t wrap his mind around the rejection. all his life, harry was given what he wanted without a second thought from his father or the people around him. it seemed that for the first time he couldn’t have what he wanted and didn't know how to act.

that’s what led him here, to the front of your place. harry pushed open the car door, his oxford shoes hitting the pavement.

“wait for us, will you?” he asked the driver but the tone of his voice made it clear that it was an order.

harry : hey sweets

harry : go look outside your window for me sent at 4:53

you were doing your homework when suddenly you felt a vibration against your desk. you turned your head to the side and noticed your phone lighting up. with a sigh wanting to take a break from working, you picked it up and your eyes went wide as you saw who it was who texted you. part of you hoped it was gwen, but no, it was harry.

the message on your lock screen made you cringe as soon as you saw that he had called you ‘sweets.’

“the hell is this boy on now,” you muttered, swiping up to see the full text in messages.

you : tf you mean look out my window… did you take your daddy’s medicine by any chance ?? sent at 4:55

before you even gave him the chance to reply, you walked up to your window and pushed the curtain to the side. looking down, you were met with the sight of harry typing on his phone before looking up at you with a charming smile.

harry : you wanna come down rapunzel?

you let out a scoff, the sides of your mouth twitching into a smile as you made your way downstairs. you unlocked the door, opening it to be met with harry walking up to you and revealing a beautiful bouquet of assorted flowers to you. it looked expensive and it glowed in the sun.

“don’t tell me those are for me,” you spoke in a whisper, voice caught in your throat from how unexpected this all was.

he smiled, putting the bouquet in my hand as the floral aroma filled my senses. “then i won’t, just take them princess.”

harry knew you were getting weirder out by his behavior just by the way your face had this stank look to it. not like you were disgusted by him or anything, but by how confusing this was.

“what?” he asked with a smirk.

“you’re just acting a lil’ strange is all,” you replied slowly, squeezing the bouquet to your chest and sniffing the assortment. “they smell beautiful harry, thank you. but no offense, why are you outside my home dressed like james dean?”

he did a low chuckle as he looked into your eyes. sure, harry was cute though he wasn’t necessarily your type. and while it is really attractive to have someone dress nice for you, call you sweet things, and even come to your home with flowers, it was just weird. it was just weird. why him?

"just walk with me, please?" harry asked, extending his hand towards you.

“and sight see all the power plants?” you mocked, but seeing the pleasing look on his face made you fold. you hesitated, but ultimately took him up on it.

as you took his hand, you felt his grip tighten, pulling you uncomfortably close. "i'm sure there's a beautiful waterfront or some other scenic spot for us to explore," he said, his voice filled with anticipation.

you couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, a mix of skepticism and curiosity flickering in your eyes. despite your reservations, you found yourself drawn to him and his intentions.

“you look beautiful today,” he added, still looking forward as the glow of the sky highlighted his face.

you let out a laugh, causing him to glare at you from the corner of his eye.

“oh harry, you’re so charming, thank you,” you teased, voice monotone to poke fun at his advances.

he let out a chuckle as you both approached the waterfront. golden hour was approaching, and the sky was painted a deep orange with yellow highlights and a beauty exuding from it. the clouds were faint and moved slowly to the side, like careful paint strokes to a canvas.

as you released your hand from harry's, you walked toward the ledge, taking in the awe-inspiring scenery. it felt like a moment of pure magic, as if the world had paused to allow you to appreciate the simple pleasures surrounding you. the gentle caress of the warm breeze, the distant echoes of laughter, and the soothing sound of water rippling in the wind created a serene ambiance.

harry initiated the conversation, breaking the silence. "you've never been here before?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine curiosity.

you met his gaze with a sly smile, “nah, i never have time to do stuff like this. im always busy with my own responsibilities so it doesn’t really cross my mind to do a tinder style long walks down the cigarette infested new york streets and visit all the landscapes.”

harry approached you, leaning against the ledge with a smile playing on his lips. he let out a genuine chuckle, appreciating your sense of humor.

"there's the (y/n) i know," he remarked, his tone filled with affection. "always quick with the sarcasm. it's one of the many things that make you so likable. you have this unique and mysterious charm about you.”

you studied him for a moment, a dry laugh escaping your lips. "secret charm?" you quipped, raising an eyebrow. "i've never really made an effort to talk to anyone, so l'd be surprised if i had any secret admirers.”

“well, allow me to introduce you to one of them,” he said as he took your hand in his and gave it a chest kiss.

harry's expression turned softer, and he took your hand in his, placing a gentle kiss on your palm. his eyes held a glimmer of and a hint of seduction.

"i know we haven't always been the closest, but lately, you've been on my mind. a lot," he confessed, bringing your hand to rest against his chest. "i've admired you from afar, and i've been nervous to be around you. you're not just gorgeous, but smart, witty, and so much more. i can't imagine going to prom with anyone else but you. so, would you honor me by being my date?"

your heart skipped a beat with each word he spoke. shock washed over you, and your face revealed a mix of emotions. while you value your friendship with harry, you didn't share the same romantic feelings. you hesitated, searching for the right words to convey your thoughts.

but something about it was off. while his words seemed genuine and soft, his eyes told a different story. they were dark and deceptive, gleaming with an unsettling intensity. it sent a shiver down your spine, making you question his true intentions. the way he stared at you felt predatory, like he was sizing you up, waiting for the opportune moment to strike at his prey. it created an alarming imbalance of power, as if he was counting on something beyond your control.

"harry," you began, your voice gentle but firm. “i’m really sorry for this but i don’t see you that way. i’m flattered but you have to understand… there are other girls that would love to go with you. you’re a heartthrob, y’know? you can get anyone with your appeal. it’s just that i’ve liked gwen for a while and have been waiting for something to happen but-“

“it seems i really can’t get anyone, (y/n),” he spat out in anger. harry's demeanor shifted, his face contorting with anger. he turned slightly away from you, pinching the bridge of his nose as if trying to regain composure. his tone dripped with bitterness as he spoke. “gwen huh? always gwen, isn’t it?”

“what?” you mouthed in confusion.

"you really think gwen would ever ask you to prom? better yet, you think she likes you?" he sneered, closing the distance between you until your chests almost touched.

“get outta my face, i’m leaving,” you demanded, frustration welling up inside you as you pushed against his chest, trying to create some distance. “harry, fuck off of me.”

but harry's arms held you firmly in place, preventing your escape. his voice took on a mocking tone as he continued to belittle you.

"gwen already has a date. some kid named miles from out of town. she's been talking to him for a while now," he informed you, his words hitting you like a blow. "she doesn't want you, never has. she's just being nice, pretending to be your friend. so i don’t know when or how you tricked yourself into thinking she has any interest in you."

your world seemed to crumble around you, a sickening feeling settling in the pit of your stomach. your legs grew weak, and you struggled to maintain your composure. tears welled up in your eyes, and you wiped them away, attempting to regain your composure before facing him.

“i know, it’s hard to hear. and she’s a fool for ever letting a girl like you slip away,” he continued, his tone shifting once again. "but you deserve better, (y/n). gwen is a selfish coward who only goes after what she wants with no regard for others. you deserve someone who appreciates you. someone like me. let me show you how you should be treated."

you took a step back, turning away from him, your hand instinctively covering your mouth. the tears flowed freely now, and a sense of disbelief washed over you. had you been deluding yourself all this time? was there truly no spark between you and gwen?

a forced smile played on your lips as you turned to face harry again, your entire demeanor transformed. it was as if a switch had been flipped, and you presented a facade that masked your true emotions.

"i'd love to go with you," you spoke weakly, your voice devoid of its usual strength. though you didn't reciprocate his feelings, you wanted a distraction. maybe he could give you the attention he claimed you deserved.

a wide, unsettling smile spread across harry's face, his expression taking on an eerie quality. it was a smile that sent shivers down your spine, as if there was something unsettling behind it. you couldn't shake off the feeling that his happiness wasn't truly about you saying yes.

"i'm glad," he replied, pulling you closer to his side. "let's get you home."

as you made your way back home with harry, the atmosphere became increasingly tense. the once-pleasant and work filled evening had transformed into an uncomfortable walk home. harry's grip on your arm tightened, his fingers digging into your skin almost painfully.

you attempted to break the silence, hoping to alleviate the mounting unease. "so, what are we gonna wear? have you thought about it?"

harry's response was curt and lacking his usual warmth. "i have a few ideas in mind. we'll figure it out."

you couldn't help but notice the change in his demeanor, his friendly and charismatic personality replaced by something cold and distant. doubts and concerns swirled in your mind, but you couldn't find the energy to voice them. instead, you kept quiet, unsure of how to navigate this unfamiliar territory.

upon reaching your house, you turned to face harry, attempting to gauge his mood. "thanks for walking me home," you told him, your voice laced with uncertainty. "i'll see you at school tomorrow."

harry's eyes bore into yours, his gaze intense and unsettling. "no need to thank me," he replied with a slight sneer. "i'll be seeing a lot more of you from now on."

confusion washed over you as you watched him walk away, his figure disappearing into the night. something was undeniably wrong, and you couldn't shake off the feeling of impending danger. you retreated into your home, the weight of the situation settling heavily on your shoulders.

you went into your room and just jumped into your bed and before you knew it your eyes were wet and you blacked out.

it was saturday morning, and the events of the previous night were a blur in your memory. as you rubbed your eyes and sat up in bed, you glanced down at your clothes, and suddenly, it all came rushing back. you had spent the entire night looking over old photos of you and gwen, shedding tears, before finally succumbing to exhaustion and taking a hot shower to soothe your emotions.

your face felt tight and slightly flushed as you made your way to the mirror. you examined your reflection, noticing the lingering redness in your eyes and the puffiness of your cheeks. even your voice seemed affected, carrying a hint of strain from the relentless sobbing that had consumed you.

it wasn't the news itself that hurt you. it was fine if gwen didn't have romantic feelings for you because it’s not like you’re entitled to her. if anything, you found relief in knowing that your friendship could still remain intact. but the way harry had delivered it to you was harsh and blunt, forcing you to confront things you hadn't even considered before.

to realize that gwen may have never seen you in a romantic light, not even once, left you feeling foolish. the most humiliating part was the possibility of misreading every interaction, every gesture, and every shared moment. and to learn from harry of all people that she had someone else all along made you question how long she had been interested in miles without ever mentioning it to you. although you had heard his name mentioned a few times, it had never crossed your mind that gwen had feelings for him. and it definitely didn’t cross your mind that they had been talking as of recently.

your phone began to ring, causing a pang of agony to surge through you. "please, let it be a scam call," you silently pleaded, yearning for a moment of solitude to process your thoughts.

reluctantly, you picked up the phone and turned it around to see the caller's identity. it was gwen. you felt conflicted as your stomach began to turn once again. on one hand, you longed to talk to her, driven by the depth of your feelings. but on the other hand, the internal embarrassment you felt made you want to avoid her at all costs.

summoning your courage, you swiped to answer the call. "hi," you whispered, your voice trembling as you tried to conceal any cracks.

there was a brief silence on the other end, and then gwen spoke with concern in her voice. "(y/n), are you okay? i tried texting you last night, but you didn't respond," she questioned.

"oh, um, yeah. i've just been having sleepless nights, so i went to bed early," you explained, attempting to brush off the previous night's emotional turmoil. "sorry bout’ that."

"are you sure everything's alright? it sounds like you've been crying," she pressed, genuine worry coloring her words. "if you need someone to talk to or if you want me to come over, just let me know. i’ll be there.”

"i'm fine. i wasn't crying, i literally just mentioned being tired," you replied, irritation seeping into your tone.

"i just want you to be honest with me. can i still come over? i have something i want to tell you," she mustered the courage to ask.

this was gwen's moment. she had been gathering her strength to speak to you about for so long, and now she was ready to make her request.

"yeah, sure. actually, i have something to tell you too," you added, your voice steadier now.

“okay, great- i mean good. i’ll see you later, okay?” she spoke, her voice cheery but a little nervous.

“see you later,” you replied, repeating it back to her as you hung up.

hours had past and it had only made you more anxious. what did she want to tell you? why wasn’t she here already?

you had already changed your clothes and fixed up your appearance to make yourself more presentable. you made sure to put some concealer under your eyes too to try and draw attention away from the puffiness and fading redness.

the knock at your door gave you a temporary relief from the anxiety of your mind as you went to go open it and greet gwen.

“hey,” she greeted, wrapping her arms around your waist and pulling you into a hug.

you hesitated for a moment, but you couldn’t resist the need to feel her touch. you wrapped your arms around her neck and pulled her closer. there was something so comforting about her touch and gentleness. you both pulled back as gwen stared deeply into your eyes. her hands drifted from the sides of your waist to the small of your back as both your eyes flicked over each other's features.

“are you gonna raid my fridge or wanna go straight to my room?” you asked, teasing her as you broke the unspoken tension between you two.

she giggled as a smirk appeared on her lips. she gave your back a gentle slap, “hey! and no thank you, i actually wanted to come talk to you about something that’s been on my mind,” she confessed.

“oh okay,” you said silently, leading her to your room.

gwen made herself comfortable as she plopped herself on your bed. she manspreaded her legs as she threw her head back against your wall, giving you a glimpse of her faint adam's apple before looking down at you. her hair had gotten longer since she shaved the sides, turning it into more of an undercut now as it framed her face beautifully. it was moments like these you remembered that gwen had equally good looks to match her personality. god, she was so breathtaking. her outfit was an oversized band hoodie that overlapped the tied flannel shirt around your waist, paired with black leggings and her signature teal converse.

"do you always have to take up all the space in my bed?" you asked, a hint of sarcasm in your voice as you placed your hands on your hips.

gwen responded with a playful groan, accompanied by a mischievous look. "oh please, there's plenty of room," she retorted, patting the empty space next to her, inviting you to join.

taking a deep breath, you couldn't resist the playful banter, and you sat down next to her, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness.

"so?" you prompted, your voice filled with anticipation, hoping she would take the lead in the conversation.

gwen's hesitation lingered in the air, her gaze momentarily shifting away as she gathered her thoughts. "i don't know... i've been wanting to tell you this for a while now, and, well, with prom coming up..."

before she could continue, you blurted out your own news, interrupting her. "harry asked me to prom."

the sudden interruption hung in the air, momentarily breaking the flow of the conversation. the nervous smile on gwen's face dropped immediately, and she sat up, her eyes locked onto yours with intensity.

"he what?" she questioned, her voice low and raspy, almost demanding you to repeat yourself.

"harry came here yesterday with flowers and asked me to be his prom date," you explained, sensing gwen's anger starting to simmer.

"(y/n), are you being serious with me right now?" she asked again, slowly rising from the bed as her anger began to surface.

"why the hell would i make any of this up, gwen?" you responded, a touch of frustration in your voice. "he said that he's liked me for a long time and that all he's been thinking about is asking me to prom."

gwen was in shock. anger fueled her thoughts toward harry. could he really be plotting revenge against her like this? was it possible that he would go to such lengths?

"do you think you're the first person he's told that to? he's not what you think," gwen told you firmly, her voice tinged with hurt and anger.

your irritation grew. you couldn't understand why gwen was so angry when she already had a date.

"really? so what is he then?" you questioned, your voice matching her intensity as you stood up to meet her gaze.

"i'll tell you this, he isn't the damn saint you're making him out to be!" gwen exclaimed, her anger palpable. "he's an actor, and if he's got you so hooked with a ten-minute performance, he's probably next in line for an oscar."

you scoffed at her frustration. "you have no business being mad at me for this when you already have your own date. do you want to have your cake and eat it too? because i'm sorry to tell you this, but that's not gonna slide with me. i'm allowed to have fun and talk to whoever i want," you declared, standing your ground.

gwen's eyes furrowed, and she put a hand over her mouth, taking a deep exhale before turning back to you.

"what date? what the hell are you talking about?" she hastily asked.

"don't play with me, gwen. i heard about you and miles. if it's not supposed to be a secret, then why didn't you mention it at all?" you raised your voice, frustration evident.

confusion etched over gwen's face. "did obnoxious osborn tell you this? because it's all bullshit, and he's talking out of his ass. he's literally known for being a heartthrob and making out with random girls in our class under the bleachers. come on, you know better than this," she explained, her voice filled with a mix of frustration and concern.

“i said don’t play with me, i’m not here to listen to you act childish and sound like a psycho tryna rhyme his name with the first words you can think of from a kids vocab book,” you yellee, quicklime calming yourself down.

you took a deep breath, ready to finish this.

"do i know better?" you repeated, stepping closer to her. "you're always disappearing randomly and refusing to open up about it. you act one way and then another, and you give me so many mixed signals that i've had enough of it!"

it felt like everything was falling apart, like a chaotic mess that couldn't be unraveled. after years of friendship, it was collapsing before your eyes like dominoes.

"i can't talk about it, okay? i have my own stuff, and you've never pressed me to tell you anything about that, so i know that’s not the real reason you’re upset," gwen argued back, her voice strained. "the mixed signals are what i came here to talk to you about, (y/n). i... i don't want to be friends with you anymore!" she admitted, her vulnerability showing through.

the room fell silent, the weight of her words hanging heavily in the air. you took a couple of steps back, feeling the ground shift beneath you. is this what harry was talking about? no, you knew better than to trust him over gwen. but in this moment of vulnerability, the conflicting information dragged you in two different directions. was it true that she didn't want to be friends with you, as harry had tried to convince you, or did she see it entirely differently?

gwen put her hands over her face, gripping her hair out of frustration. she tried to step forward, reaching a hand out to you, but you refused, holding your ground.

"shit... (y/n), i didn't mean for it to come out like that," she attempted to explain, her voice choked with tears as she realized the intensity of the situation.

"leave," you told her, your voice stern and harsh.

"what? you can't be serious," she pleaded. "you don't seriously choose his word over mine, do you?"

"no! i just- i just can't do this right now, and i need you to leave," you replied, your voice filled with a mix of pain and frustration.

the room fell into an uneasy silence as gwen stared at you, her eyes wide reflecting her disbelief. slowly, she walked past you, tears streaming down her face as she looked down to avoid your gaze, and left without saying another word.

as the door closed behind her, you sank to the floor, feeling a heavy emptiness settle in your chest. the weight of the broken friendship added a weight onto you, and you couldn't help but question whether things could ever be the same again.

"you told her you didn't want to be friends anymore?" peter asked in disbelief as he leaned against a nearby locker, his eyes fixed on gwen.

gwen let out a frustrated sigh as she slammed her locker shut after putting her books inside, resting her back against it. "i didn't mean it like that, peter. i was just caught off guard. and to make matters worse, harry sabotaged everything," she explained, running her hands through her hair in frustration. "i never even saw it coming.

peter stepped beside her, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder and giving it a gentle squeeze. "you know (y/n), gwen. she's smart and strong. she won't let harry manipulate her, and deep down, i think you know she doesn't have any real interest in him," he reassured her, urging her to have faith in your judgment.

gwen nodded, her eyes closing shut as she palmed her face. "i know, it's just... the thought of her with harry makes me physically sick," she admitted,

the image of you with someone else haunted gwen's thoughts. and knowing the person was harry, who didn’t even love or care for you, made it so much worse. she knew he could never love you the way she does. he was merely using you as a pawn in his little game, and it infuriated her that you were dragged into this one-sided fight.

"speak of the devil," peter muttered, gesturing for gwen to look down the hallway.

her eyes landed on you, engaged in a casual conversation with your friend liz allen. that was normal, but what wasn't normal was harry by your side, holding your hand as you strolled confidently down the hallway together. gwen's heart sank as she felt her tongue press against the inside of her cheek. he noticed her gaze and it only made his smirk grow.

“i'm gonna go with liz. see you later," you said to harry before walking away, leaving him with a warm smile

on his face.

"i'ii catch up with you later, baby," he replied, his tone affectionate as you disappeared into a nearby classroom.

gwen winced at the nickname, her inner cheek now bearing the marks of her biting down on it. she let out a deep sigh, her eyes still fixed on harry as he made his way over to her and peter.

"why the long face? the frown doesn't suit you," he taunted, trying to provoke a reaction from gwen.

and it worked.

gwen's frustration boiled over, and without hesitation, she grabbed harry by the collar and pushed him up against the wall, surprising him with her sudden burst of anger. the unexpected aggression caught harry off guard, eliciting a loud grunt from him.

"gwen, wait!" peter called out, attempting to intervene and calm her down.

“she’s not just some toy you can pick up and play with until you don’t need her anymore. she has nothing to do this with and you're seriously pathetic for going this low by dragging her into this just to get back at me,” gwen asserted.

harry let out a mocking laugh, trying to mask his surprise. he carefully chose his words, well aware that the hallways were empty at this time.

“but toys are meant to be played with by definition,” he said, his voice dripping with coldness. “does it make you mad when you see her with me? when i get to touch her the way you’ve wanted for so long and you couldn’t? you call me pathetic, but you couldn't even gather the courage to tell her how you feel. holding her hand made you shy away like a little girl," he retorted.

gwen yanked him forward before forcefully slamming him back into the wall. her eyes blazed with fierce determination. "you are the embodiment of pathetic, harry. this whole mess started because i don't like you, and guess what? that hasn't changed. you believe yourself to be sophisticated and superior to everyone else, but all you do is push others down to get yourself where you want to go. you disguise it behind the glamor and the clothes but behind it you’re just a lowlife with no real friends. you aren’t entitled to anybody or anything. and i guess since you’ve been spoiled all your life it’s up to me to teach you that no amount of money or charm will buy you dignity.”

taking a deep breath, gwen eased her grip on his collar, releasing him from her hold. “you think life is one big party and people are just trends you can skip over, but mark my words, you’re in for a rude awakening,” she stated.

"and what are you going to do?" he jeered, mocking her. what could she possibly do to free herself from the drama harry has ensnared her in, purely for his own sadistic pleasure of watching her life crumble?

"you'll see. but next time you dare to pull a stunt like this, remember who you're messing with," she warned, giving harry a menacing glare as she walked away, accompanied by peter.

gwen wouldn’t let harry get away with this. to her, this wasn’t about revenge, this was about you. this was about her doing right by you and treating you how you truly deserved to be treated. she was going to make sure you know exactly how she feels.

the day of prom had arrived, and the anticipation weighed heavily on your shoulders. it was evident that harry's focus lay not in the outfits you both wore, but rather in the desire to be seen with you. perhaps he aimed to stoke gwen's jealousy, to make her realize what she couldn't have.

as you slipped into your dress, its flattering silhouette accentuating your figure with an open back and slit, you couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. the night you once eagerly anticipated now loomed before you with apprehension. the fallout between you and gwen had left a void, and the lack of communication had extended to peter as well. the thought of addressing the situation felt overwhelming, so you chose the path of avoidance, despite knowing deep down that it may not have been the wisest decision.

occasional conversations with peter only served to reinforce your initial doubts about harry. he told you that he was acting sketchy, his fight with gwen, and you also shared with him the things harry had told you in his little speech. you acknowledged the validity of those doubts, but a part of you couldn't help but harbor anger towards gwen. you longed for her to take the initiative, to approach you and express her true feelings. while you understood her struggle with vocalizing emotions, the prolonged silence of unspoken words and the feeling of being strung along intensified the tension between you. it was a painful realization that your feelings for gwen had no sign of fading away soon, yet they seemed to have no chance to blossom into something more either. the stagnation gnawed at your heart.

the internal conflict in your mind tormented you, a battle between your desire for gwen's love and the frustration of her fears.

as you stood in front of the mirror, the anxiety of the night filled the air. the sound of a car pulling up outside your home signaled the arrival of harry, who had graciously offered to be your escort for the evening.

taking a deep breath, you gathered your courage and made your way downstairs to meet harry. as you opened the door, he greeted you with a charming smile, his eyes momentarily flickering up and down your body.

“aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” harry stated as he leaned against your door frame. he wore all black which included his blazer and khaki’s, but instead of a button up he fancied himself in a matching black turtleneck. his shoes were equally dark oxford’s that he sported casually.

“who are you, someone’s grandpa?” you asked as a harsh tease.

all he did was chuckle in response, not sensing your bitterness toward him.

"ready for a night to remember?" harry asked, extending his hand to you.

you hesitated for a moment, torn between your heart and your mind. yet, you were in too deep and it felt all you could do now was seize the opportunity to make the best of your prom. you took harry's hand, allowing him to lead you towards the awaiting car.

stepping inside, you were immediately enveloped in luxury. the plush leather seats and the soft ambiance of the car created an atmosphere of opulence. as the vehicle glided through the city streets, you couldn't help but marvel at the passing lights and how beautiful new york looked transformed by the night sky.

you glanced absentmindedly at the raindrops trickling down the window, seeking solace in the gentle rhythm of the drizzle. it acted as a soothing distraction from the swirling thoughts that occupied your mind, thoughts that revolved around one person in particular— gwen.

harry, perceptive as ever, sensed the weight of your emotions.

"you know you made the right decision," he remarked as he edged closer to you, his voice having an untruthful undertone.

you gave him a glare from the side of your eye before turning to face him.

“why do you say that?” you questioned, growing frustrated with everything.

"well, with gwen, you would've never reached this point," he responded simply.

his words stung, it was a bitter realization, one that left a sour taste in your mouth.

a wry smile played on harry's lips as he reached out to adjust the corsage he had bestowed upon you, an accessory chosen not out of admiration, but as a symbol of his possession over you.

harry sensed your conflicted state and attempted to try and ease you up.

"i may have attended plenty of lavish events in this car since i was young," harry continued, a faint shadow of a smile dancing on his lips. "but tonight... tonight feels different with you."

the words echoed hollowly, devoid of the genuine emotions you had secretly yearned for. they were a stark reminder that beneath the glittering facade, harry's intentions were far from pure. you didn’t respond, instead you chose to nod at his words as you recognized you were near the school.

"here we are, mr. osborn," the driver announced, interrupting the tense atmosphere.

harry's face lit up with a triumphant gleam as he turned toward you, extending his hand. reluctantly, you accepted his hand, stepping out of the car, the light raindrops falling around you like a somber symphony. as you made your way towards the entrance, you steeled yourself, preparing yourself for whatever mess that you knew you were about to get into.

as you stepped into the prom venue, a wave of excitement washed over you. the energy was electrifying, with music bouncing off the walls and vibrant lights casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the room. the once crappy gym had been transformed into a breathtaking space, adorned with elegant decorations that made the room look so enchanting and full of life.

the makeshift dance floor was enticing, its polished surface gleaming invitingly under the soft glow of the overhead chandeliers. couples twirled gracefully, their movements synchronized with the rhythm of the music. laughter filled the air as friends greeted each other and took pictures.

the walls were adorned with cascading drapes and shimmering streamers, creating a whimsical backdrop. tables were meticulously arranged, adorned with centerpieces of flowers and flickering candles, adding a special touch to the scene. everywhere you looked, the place was alive.

the dj stationed at the center of the room skillfully curated a playlist that blended popular hits and timeless classics. the beats throbbed through the speakers, encouraging everyone to take to the dance floor and lose themselves into the night.

as you made your way further into the so-called venue, you caught glimpses of friends and classmates as they passed by. yet, still no sight of gwen.

as the hours ticked by, you found yourself consumed by an unexplainable longing to see her. the mere thought of seeing her again stirred a whirlwind of emotions within you, leaving you restless on the dance floor and yearning for her presence.

throughout the night, you caught fleeting glimpses of her, mere fragments that left you wanting more. your attention was drawn to the distinct elements that composed her captivating image. her hair, cascading in waves, held a hint of mystery, teasing you with its untamed elegance. the sight of her donning a black leather jacket ignited a sense of rebellious allure, adding an edgy touch to her.

your eyes traced the contours of her neck adorned with a black choker, layered with multiple necklaces, each one a reflection of her individuality. beneath the jacket, a pink dress peeked through, its front short and the back long, while a layer of dark purple added on top.

black knee-length tights hugged her legs and as your gaze descended, you couldn't help but notice the black boots that completed her look.

as you swayed to the music, engrossed in conversation with your friends, harry slipped out of your view, claiming he was going to fetch drinks for the two of you. he made his way to the drink table, where an array of drinks and desserts awaited.

with a hint of mischief, harry muttered to gwen, "oh, don't mind me, just getting a drink for me and my girl." he poured two glasses, a calculated move to incite a sense of jealousy, knowing that gwen had been watching your interactions throughout the night, longing to be the one by your side. “enjoying the night, hannah montana?”

gwen, determined not to let harry's words affect her, initially brushed off his comment. however, his persistent needling proved too much to ignore. "wow, that was the funniest thing you've said yet! you deserve some applause for that one," she retorted sarcastically, her hands mockingly clapping for his attempt at humor.

he smirked watching her get riled up as he took it upon himself to stand next to gwen. he moved closer to her side, leaning in to speak softly into her ear. “sad to think that you thought you’d have the last word in this all, gwen. after this it’s off to college. you really messed up your chances. not even just with (y/n), but with me. we could’ve had something, but you only really care about yourself, huh?” he turned around fully, holding his two drinks ready to leave. “this is it. i have the last word.”

that was enough to do it for gwen.

gwen reached her breaking point. the music slowed down, the dj's announcement filling the air, urging everyone to bring their partners to the dance floor. the crowd surged, people jostling for space, with a few girls even approaching harry for a quick dance, eager to bask in his wealth and fuel his ego.

this was her time.

"hey, we need to talk," gwen said, her grip tight as she grabbed your arm. startled, you looked up at her, surprised to see her so close, determination evident in her eyes.

"yeah, we do," you agreed, allowing her to hurriedly guide you both outside, away from prying eyes and the bustling prom.

as you stepped into the open, the light drizzle that had fallen earlier transformed into a gentle rain shower. the lobby glistened with moisture, and a soft breeze rustled through the nearby trees. gwen's hand tightened around yours, helping you stay stable amidst the slippery ground.

"gwen," you called out, tone laced with concern, but she continued walking, leading you to a secluded spot beside the school lobby. "gwen, enough! you need to talk too," you exclaimed, feeling the urgency mounting within you.

she paused, her hand covering her face momentarily, trying to rein in her frustration. "i need to talk? you didn't even let me explain myself last time, and then i saw you here with him," gwen said, her words pouring out rapidly as she fought to control her emotions. "but that's not why i wanted to talk to you now. look, harry asked me to the prom, and i said no... because i had planned to ask you," she revealed.

your eyes widened, a mixture of surprise and realization washing over you. you had suspected harry hadn't been entirely truthful, but the revelation that gwen had intended to ask you left you speechless.

"what?" you mouthed, struggling to find the right words. "so when you came to my house?" you managed to ask, your voice trembling.

"yes! i was going to ask you," gwen affirmed, feeling relief as you finally began to understand. "i love you, (y/n). you've been my best friend, but i've fallen in love with you. i've been losing sleep over it. you're always there for me, understanding in ways i've never experienced before, and it scares me. i didn't want to tell you because i didn't want to risk losing what we have. the thought of you saying no and jeopardizing our friendship stressed me out so much. i would have rather kept my feelings hidden if it meant i could still have you in my life. but now, i just want to face my fears and say, 'screw it,' because i meant every word that i told you when i went to see you. i don't want to be just your friend anymore, i want to be more."

a silence settled between you, interrupted only by the sound of raindrops cascading down gwen's jacket. tears welled up in your eyes as her words pierced through your heart.

"you like me?" you simply asked, your voice almost breaking.

"more than like," she chuckled softly, running a hand through her hair. "you have no idea."

slowly, you closed the distance between you, your fingers fidgeting with the corsage on your wrist. "i like you too, gwen. love, even," you confessed. "i felt so foolish, thinking there might be something between us. part of me believed it was all in my head, and then harry started messing with me, planting doubts that you would never be interested. it hit me hard, and that's why i went with him. i felt trapped, but i also wanted to see your reaction."

gwen's smile grew, and she gently placed her hand in yours, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "you wanted to see if i'd get jealous?" she inquired, curiosity dancing in her eyes, a small smile playing on her lips.

"yeah, i guess... i felt this thing between us at times, and it made me overthink. i thought that maybe, if you saw me with someone else, you would speak up. and if you didn't, well, it would be a win-win because at least i'd still have a date," you admitted, your voice tinged with regret. "i'm sorry. i shouldn't have treated you like this. i just get overwhelmed and scared when i don't think things are gonna work out, so i just avoided it all outta fear."

"don't apologize. both of us got caught up in harry's stupid revenge scheme," gwen said softly, her thumb gently caressing your knuckles.

in the quietude that enveloped you both, you found yourselves staring into each other's eyes. the moonlight filtered through the dark night sky, casting a soft glow upon gwen's features. she looked effortlessly beautiful, her blue eyes sparkling, and her hair framing her face. up close, you noticed the delicate touch of makeup—a rosy red on her lips and smokey eyeshadow with a hint of blue.

before you could fully comprehend your own actions, you leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss upon her lips. it was too quick for her to kiss back.

her eyes widened in shock and you felt her gasp against your lips. with the unspoken tension broken, there was no more denying the feelings that had been building between the two of you.

suddenly, gwen’s lips crashed against yours as her hands moved to grip your waist and hold you close. she melted into you, a moan escaping her lips as she pressed herself

against you and kissed you hungrily. the electricity between the two of you surrounded you, a silent understanding passing between you that changed the dynamic of friendship was changed forever.

gwen parted her lips away from yours as they brushed up against each other in the small distance.

her eyes softened, her gaze searching yours. "you deserve better," she said, her voice filled with conviction. "and i want to be the one who shows you that."

her hands massaged up and down your torso gently as your arms found their way around her neck. “you are better,” you whispered to her.

it was like you and a magnetism to you that gwen couldn’t fight as your words encouraged her to kiss you again. it was like a switch was flipped inside gwen. she'd never experienced something so electrifying before. feeling your lips against hers was pure passion. her heart raced with excitement as she let herself be swept along in the moment. when your lips met hers and your mouths filled with the taste of the other, gwen felt there was no more room for hesitation now, and the two of you were lost in an incredible kiss that couldn't be stopped.

"you don't need this anymore," gwen's voice came out in a hoarse whisper as she reached for the corsage on your wrist, the one harry had given you. her eyes lingered on the delicate blooms, appreciating their beauty for a fleeting moment. then, in one swift motion, she tore the corsage clean off your hand, her grip firm and unwavering. the force with which she removed it almost stung. gwen flung it far behind you, casting it away.

gwen pushed you lightly into a nearby wall, her hand cupping the back of your head so you wouldn’t get hurt by the impact. she wanted nothing more than to feel you against her, to have your arms wrapped around her as you kissed her again and again. her heart was starting to beat in her chest, and you could feel her breathing quicken.

but still gazing intently into your eyes and keeping her lips inches from your own, gwen briefly backed away. "i think harry's an idiot," she purred, her tone dripping with confidence.

she pulled you close again, her body pressed against yours as if she was trying to collide with you. "he doesn't know anything about you. you're the most amazing, incredible, sweet, adorable..." she paused, her heart racing. "perfect."

a drop of water landed on her nose and slid down her face, causing her to giggle. her radiant smile illuminated the moment, casting a spell of enchantment.

the weight of her words settled upon you, leaving you blissfully captivated. "perfect?" you repeated.

“so perfect, you don’t even have to try,” she replied, her eyes softening as she sees how flustered you get.

gwen leaned in and nibbled your lower lip as she bit the bottom teasingly, just to see how you'd react. "mmm, " she moaned, her eyes fluttering shut as she pressed her lips against yours again. you felt her lick on your lower lip as she cocked her head to the side to deepen the kiss. your body trembled as gwen's tongue pressed into your mouth. her hands reached out and drew you closer as she gently slipped past your playful resistance and explored your mouth.

her eyelids drifted shut as your tongue stroked hers. this was heaven for her, and your moans were like music to her ears. she ran her hand through your hair, her fingers gently brushing against the back of your neck as she continued to kiss you deeply and passionately. you could feel her other hand running slowly down your back, her fingertips gently trailing your spine. her kisses grew more frantic, her breathing becoming more rapid. all she wanted was you.

gwen felt your cool, plush thighs clamp around her leg as she slid it up between yours through the opening in your dress. her hands slid down your body, one moving past your legs and coming to rest on your thigh, giving it a tight squeeze as she began to knead at your skin while the other put a firm hand on your hips. you winced at the sensation of her hand rubbing between your thighs as the opposite hand pushed you down onto her leg. in all the excitement, she had pushed herself closer, now grinding against you as she tried to find some sense of relief.

with the rain, the kiss became even sloppier. your mascara started to drip and streak, and you could feel it on your lashes. your and gwen's lipsticks ended up mixing and smearing up against each other as you were both kissing. gwen broke away from your mouth and started laying a trail of kisses down your jaw, leaving faint red lip prints in their wake. her red rose tinted lipstick was now much more faint and messy around her lips.

gwen lowered her mouth to your neck and began lightly sucking and nibbling. you almost went weak in the knees from the stimulating sensation caused by her lips leaving open mouth kisses on the surface of your skin that reached your collarbone and the curve of your breasts.

“(y/n)?” you heard a voice call.

shit, it was harry.

“(y/n), are you out here?” he called out once more.

gwen lifted herself off your neck and straightened herself as she glanced up at you with half-lidded eyes. peering from behind the wall that offered a semblance of concealment, you saw harry discovering the discarded corsage gwen had ripped off your wrist. he knelt down, his gaze fixated on it.

gwen's eyes met yours, a mischievous glint dancing within them. despite your scolding look, she leaned closer to you, undeterred by the risk of being overheard.

"he's going to hear us, gwen," you warned, aware of the potential consequences.

"so?" she replied, a hint of defiance in her voice. "unless you care, because i don't. let him hear."

her audacity caught you off guard, your face flushing as she returned to your neck, this time biting down hard on your skin as you felt the blood rush to the concentrated spots. you were sure they were gonna bruise and turn purple later.

“gwen!” you gasped loud, quickly covering your mouth to muffle her name. she went on, and her unexpected senses caught you off guard.

you made every effort to make sure you weren't too loud for harry to hear, but it was difficult to keep your whines under control.

but gwen knew. when he heard mysterious noises, noticed your discarded corsage, and realized he hadn't seen her go back inside, gwen knew he was aware based on the way she noticed in the corner of her eye how his face twisted. he ultimately stood up and turned around as he headed back inside.

with a soft pop, gwen pulled away from your neck. she stared attentively at you as you were breathing heavily against the wall. it was a gaze that held the power to captivate, like a masterful musician surveying their latest composition. in that moment, you felt like a canvas, waiting to be explored and transformed by her artistic touch.

“perfect and beautiful,” she whispered to herself, her voice barely audible. “i’ve wanted to do that for so long- not the makeout and hickey thing. i mean, don’t get me wrong, i enjoyed it even if it moved a little fast but uh… the kiss part. i wanted to kiss you for a while to see how it felt.”

even though gwen was touching you and whispering sweet nothings in your ear with complete confidence, you grinned at how nervous she had become. wrapping your arms around yourself, you shivered slightly, the rain casting a chill upon you.

“you’re cold? hold on,” gwen's concern was immediate as she swiftly removed her leather jacket and draped it over your shoulders. “here, much better than getting hypothermia.”

you chuckled at her teasing as you felt her cheeks heat up. "thank you," you whispered, hugging her briefly.

she smiled down at you, admiring how you looked in her clothes. "no need to thank me. you look stunning in it," she complimented, a mischievous smirk gracing her lips.

as you emerged from your hiding place, she seized your hand.

“what do we do now?” you asked her.

gwen turned to you, a rebellious glint in her eye. “well, i’m over this prom thing,” she admitted as she pulled you closer, her hand releasing from yours to wrap her arm around your waist and hold you snugly against her side. “wanna get outta here?” she asked.

a smile played on your lips as you nodded in agreement. "yes, let's do it," you replied.

just as you both contemplate your next move, your phone vibrates, signaling a new message.

“don’t tell me it’s him,” she groaned as you nodded, confirming her suspicion.

she extended her hand, silently requesting your phone. "can i?" she asked, her eyes gleaming mischievously.

handing her your phone, you watched as gwen opened the camera app and positioned it in front of both of you. "smile!" she declared, capturing the moment with a click. the picture was you smiling as gwen held you jaw gently, planting a kiss on your cheek.

with the photo now saved on your phone, gwen's mischievous side took over. she swiftly navigated through your messages until she found harry's name. grinning devilishly, she selected his contact and attached the newly taken photo.

"just gonna let him know you won’t be coming back," gwen remarked, her voice full of wicked delight. without hesitation, she composed a short message to accompany the photo, her fingers dancing across the screen.

harry : (y/n) where did you go? you missing out sent at 8:53

you : hey harry, it’s gwen. she’s a little busy right now.

you : me and (y/n) are kinda over this prom night so we decided to do our own thing so i promise you we won’t be missing much. hope you enjoy the photo tho!! sent at 9:00

"there you go," gwen told you as she giggled to herself. "let's see how he likes that."

‘it feels good to be petty’ she thought, handing your phone back. the sky stretched out above, an expanse of darkness that seemed to swallow the world below. it was a canvas painted in shades of ebony and indigo, adorned with the twinkling jewels of distant stars. the rain had dampened her hair, causing it to cling to her forehead in an alluring fashion.

“so, my place? i have food,” she suggests, a smirk forming at the corners of her mouth.

you laughed at how casual it was. you two, ready to go to prom and dressed up, would now rather just go to her house and eat whatever leftovers she had to offer.

"wow, how fancy," you jested, your tone filled with playful sarcasm. "please, take me anywhere but here."

together, you left, leaving behind the glitz and glamor of prom and harry’s drama to finally have the night you and gwen deserved. as you stepped away from the whirlwind of glittering lights and laughter, you felt a wave of comfort wash over you in her presence. for just an instant, the weight of the world seemed to lift from your shoulders. although you had fully anticipated having the most miserable prom and an even worst summer, you were now fully content. you had gwen, and that was all you could ask her.

she was just glad she could steal you back faster than he took you.

A/N: it’s finally here….😽😽

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Out of Time: Chapter 4

Lost in Translation

Word Count: 1221

Andrew x Reader

The morning air was cool and crisp as the group stepped out of (Y/N)’s apartment and into the bustling city streets. The sound of cars honking and people talking filled the air, a stark contrast to the quiet mornings they had once known by the Sea of Galilee. (Y/N) led the way, pointing out landmarks and answering questions as the disciples tried to make sense of the chaotic modern world around them.

Andrew walked close behind her, his eyes scanning the streets with curiosity. He still felt out of place, but the initial shock of their new surroundings was slowly wearing off. He found himself adapting, relying more and more on (Y/N) to guide him through the strange maze of modern life. She had become a steady presence in the whirlwind of confusion, and for that, Andrew was grateful.

Peter, on the other hand, was still tense. His eyes darted around, taking in the sights, but he remained wary. Thomas asked endless questions about everything from the skyscrapers to the strange contraptions they called "cars," while John lagged behind, his new camera in hand, capturing images of the city as they walked. James, too, had his own quiet focus, already thinking of how he could help those in need in this new time.

As they walked, (Y/N) pointed to a large screen on the side of a building. Bright images flashed across it, accompanied by bold text. Andrew squinted, trying to make sense of it all.

“This,” (Y/N) explained with a grin, “is social media.”

Andrew blinked, confused. “Social what?”

(Y/N) chuckled, pulling out her phone. “Here, I’ll show you. Social media is... well, it’s a way people communicate and share things with others. Photos, stories, ideas... it all happens online.”

Andrew stared at the phone in her hand, still not fully grasping the concept. He had heard about the internet from Matthew, who had already dived into the technical details, but it all seemed so foreign.

(Y/N) opened an app and scrolled through a series of photos and short videos. “See? People post pictures of their lives, their thoughts, or anything they want to share. It’s a way to stay connected with the world.”

Andrew watched the screen, trying to process what she was saying. “But... why would people do this? Why share everything with everyone?”

(Y/N) shrugged, a playful smile tugging at the corner of her lips. “It’s just the way things are now. People like to feel connected, even if it’s just through a screen.”

Andrew shook his head, amused. “In my time, we didn’t need screens to feel connected. We had the sea, the stars, and each other.”

She laughed softly, and the sound of it made Andrew’s heart skip. He glanced over at her, noticing the way her eyes crinkled at the corners when she smiled.

“You’ve got a point,” she said, her voice teasing. “But I think you’d be surprised how much people depend on this now.”

Andrew raised an eyebrow. “Do you?”

(Y/N) paused, her fingers stilling on the screen as she considered the question. “Sometimes. But I try not to. I like real connections better.”

Andrew’s smile grew, feeling a warmth spread through him at her words. There was something about her that felt so genuine, so real in a world that seemed so artificial. He had always appreciated simplicity, and (Y/N) had a way of grounding him, even when everything else felt too fast and too overwhelming.

The day wore on as (Y/N) led the group through various parts of the city. Each disciple experienced the modern world differently. Peter stayed on edge, constantly scanning for potential threats. Matthew found himself fascinated by the sheer complexity of the technology around him, while Simon Z questioned how people could live in such a godless place. Even though the city was filled with people, it felt lonely in a way that their small villages had never been.

James, however, was drawn to something else entirely. As they passed by a large building with people lined up outside, he stopped, staring intently.

“What is this place?” he asked.

(Y/N) glanced at the building and recognized the sign above the door. “It’s a shelter for the homeless.”

James’s brow furrowed. “Homeless?”

(Y/N) nodded. “Yeah. People who don’t have homes or money. They come here for food and a place to stay, at least for a little while.”

James stood in silence for a moment, watching as volunteers handed out food to the people in line. He saw the worn clothes, the tired faces, and something inside him stirred. It reminded him of the poor and the beggars in their own time—the ones Jesus had always told them to care for.

“I want to help,” James said quietly, turning to (Y/N). “Can I?”

(Y/N)’s eyes softened. “Of course. They’re always looking for volunteers.”

James gave a determined nod, his mind already set. “This is something I can do. I’ve seen people like this before. It doesn’t matter the time or place—there are always those in need.”

(Y/N) smiled warmly. “I think you’ll be a great help here.”

As the sun began to set, casting long shadows over the city, the group made their way back to (Y/N)’s apartment. Andrew walked beside her, his mind still spinning from everything he had seen and learned that day. But despite the overwhelming nature of it all, there was a sense of peace in knowing he wasn’t facing it alone.

As they reached her building, (Y/N) turned to Andrew with a playful grin. “So, what did you think of your first full day in the 21st century?”

Andrew chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s... a lot to take in. I’m still trying to understand half of it.”

(Y/N) laughed, her eyes sparkling. “You did pretty well, all things considered. I mean, you’re learning about social media and vending machines. That’s progress!”

He smiled at her, feeling more at ease than he had since they arrived in this strange new world. “It’s easier with you helping us.”

There was a brief moment of silence, and Andrew realized how true those words were. He hadn’t fully understood how much he had come to rely on her presence, her guidance. Being around her felt natural in a way he couldn’t quite explain.

(Y/N) glanced away for a moment, her cheeks flushing slightly. “Well, I’m happy to help. You guys are... different, but I like that.”

Andrew’s heart raced a little faster at her words, but he quickly pushed the feeling down, reminding himself of the mission, of the life he had once lived. There wasn’t room for anything else. But that didn’t stop him from smiling a little more around her.

“Thanks,” he said softly, his voice filled with gratitude.

As they made their way inside, Andrew couldn’t help but glance at (Y/N) one last time. She had become more than just a guide through this strange world—she was someone he felt drawn to, someone who understood him in ways he hadn’t expected.

And despite the weight of time and the uncertainty of the future, Andrew found himself holding onto the hope that, somehow, they were meant to find each other in this vast, unfamiliar place.

#the chosen x reader #the chosen fanfiction #andrew x reader

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ofpineapplesanddawns · 2 years ago

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^ "feisty, i like that :)"

- hmmm, how about some Peter Vincent x Martin Whitly?

Oh no, the terrible people ship (affectionate).

As always, this au with these two has Peter as a vampire who still does vampire hunting, both real and fake. Don't question why Martin is free, in Vegas, or why no one seems to be arresting his ass.

On with the fic!

Peter didn't like that when he came up to his penthouse, the lights were off, and it was too quiet. All he could see was what the windows provided, which wasn't much in his collection rooms since the windows were shit, and he could faintly hear the sounds of Las Vegas outside his home, but still.

Even in the near-darkness, his eyes could still make out the shapes of his hall of weapons and tools. A nice feature from his fucking awful predicament of being a bloodsucker.

Where was Martin? Why were the lights off?

And why did it feel like someone was watching him?

Peter swallowed, setting his leather jacket aside, tossing it on one of the display cases, as he walked through the different displays, his steps careful, his ears open for any sounds. "Martin?" He asked into the empty room.

He swore he heard something and whipped right around, but there was nothing.

Fuck, must have been his imagination. Maybe Martin stepped out? The man did like to sneak about, doing who the fuck knows what, hopefully not killing anyone. Except vampires, that was the deal. Only kill vampires (and any serial killers, since apparently that's what 'redeemed Martin Whitly' did now).

But still, as much as Peter had warmed up to the guy, trusted him even, he still didn't like that Martin was, technically, a fucking evil monster who may or may not actually be insane. It was hard to tell, you never know if you being deemed insane by the US courts actually meant you were.

"Martin?" He called out again, his damn bat hearing not picking up on anything. Useless, stupid vampire ability. He could hear people celebrating their Vegas wedding three stories down, but he couldn't hear if his partner was-

Peter gasped as he was slammed right into a display case against the wall, his face pressed into the glass by a hand on his head. Fingers were in his hair, the grip not too tight, but that was as a warning. One of his arms was twisted behind his back, pinned there, his other arm pressed behind his torso and the glass.

He shivered, feeling hot breath against his cold skin, and he squirmed, trying to escape the hold, he even tried to kick to see if he could hit whoever had his pinned.

There was a low chuckle and he bit down on his lip, eyes flashing marron, trying to see the man behind him.

"Feisty, I like that." He heard the familiar voice and Peter wiggled about more, hissing.

"Martin! You son of a bitch!" How the hell was this man stronger than him when he was a literal monster!? Fuck, maybe vampires actually needed to hit the gym once in a while.

"Welcome home!" Martin said in a cheery voice, but clearly was not making any move to let go. "How was the show?"

"Brilliant, as usual, now let me go! What the hell are you up to anyway?!"

Martin laughed and Peter felt the human press himself against his back, making Peter more trapped. "Oh, I thought I'd give you a nice greeting when you got back. Do you like it?"

He was pressing more against Peter, and the vampire wasn't sure if he should answer that he was starting to. So, he just continued to squirm and complain, but that-

Ah.

Alright, okay, scary greetings might be welcomed around here. Maybe.

I'd like to think that Peter kinda sucks as a vampire, he doesn't really do anything to hone his abilities, minus turning into a bat to fly around and escape his problems for a bit by being tiny and hiding in places.

#martin whitly x peter vincent #good omens extended universe #john's drabbles

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theinsanecrayonbox · 1 year ago

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I am beyond ready for the finale of X-men 97, seeing as I found my original Kenner Rogue doll costume (I’ve kept the jacket in my current clothes box) and it fits a Tall pretty ok

So let’s do this. X-men 97 episode 10

hehe i think the episode description is underselling it just a bit; we ended last ep with the Adamantium being sucked out of Logan, think that's a bigger deal...

oh the Sentinel base was the Galapagos, i missed that last time. thanks recap

oh good i was scared for a second we'd get no opening because we in serious business time mode. but nope there it is...and a few diff clips than last time

oh we are in flashback land for Chuck and Erik. well mind trap flashback, but still, good stuff.

Erik said a swear!

why do we care about Silver Samurai so much? but hey it's Iron Man...and Daredevil! neat!! who's next on the cameo carousel?? Dr Strange??!! oh back to Cooper so Bastion can monologue...guess we're done

"if the good professor had taken me in, all this would've been avoided" yup. and no Storm, saying "well he feared you'd be a bad guy so that's why he didn't take you in" is not a good answer

oh hey Black Panther and Okoye and crew (as they appeared in the MCU??)...and Cloak and Dagger??? ok now we're just adding in people who weren't established previously. nothing wrong with that, just interesting to note...

*LEGASP!!!!* Arkady working with the Winter Guard!! the '92 comic book did that! ehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe

Psylock with Alpha Flight?? weird, but ok...oh wait no the wreckage says it's Genosha, ok that makes way more sense

idt torturing Cable is a good idea...

oh no, Bastian is betraying Sinister, what a surprise...not...

oh but Phoenix is out Dues Ex Machina...scoring's good...and her stripping Sinister is great fun too

pfft smacking Cable with is own arm

and now Super Bastian

and back to Asteroid M 2 and the Cherik mental-scape...they're linked but about to merge/shatter? we're getting Onslaught in s2 aren't we?

Rogue said Gambit's thing!!

is that the Inhuman base on the moon??

oh Panther isn't T'Challa, interesting

that's the twins and Lorna on the boat with rogue in Erik's mentalscape. Erik is aware of Lorna??? and she's i the suit she did not wear in TAS, but that's a nitpick...he's aware of her???

the music is so good

Bastion does look very gruesome

oh Morph turned into Mr Fantastic

Peter and MJ! and hey there's Flash too, neat!

awww Morph

oh that wasn't a normal blow up...

6 months later and Graydon is wanting to be president? of course wiener boy wants that, so cool we get his assignation next season.

Bishop's back! is this your first meeting with Forge from his end? oh but now i'm seeing the board of mugshots behind Forge and i desperately want to play 'who's that pokemon'

they all got time displaced huh? hoo-boy. so Rogue and Kurt are in Apocalypse's Egypt, Jean and Scott are in the future to raise Cable...oh Hank and Chuck and Erik are in Apocalypse time too. so s2 is Clan Aksani themed

oh! mid-credit scene! it's Apokylpyse...so nothing super fun...HOWEVER, i suppose we could get something AoAish with who's left on the board...but probably not (although, One Man's Worth was a DoFP/AoA mashup, and this had the DoFP board...and Blink is technically part of the Apocalypse/Aksani family...)

SO overall, pretty good season finale. very good season as a whole. this was so good, cannot recommend more if i tried. the Storm centric episodes were the lowest ranked ones, since they really did draw away from the main plot and 95% of the cast as a whole, but even then they weren't *bad* episodes. this was good, i look forward to a season 2. and if the rumors that Spiderman 97 is to be a thing, i also look forward to that.

#kp watches tv #kp watches stuff #spoilers

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shantechni · 2 years ago

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Speaking of…How do you feel about Mutant Apocalypse? I know Wanted Bebop and Rocksteady is officialy the series finale, but RMA technically is by production order, even has a dedication picture at the end for Kevin and Peter. I have seen ppl pissed about it as a finale/flash forward since so much went bad (april and casey dead, world’s fucked up, Leo’s a muscle giant who probably did a lot of bad while he was crazy)

Personally, I didn’t mind, but I did fall in love with the Mad Max franchise watching the classics to prep for Fury Road, which I ended up loving to. So Mad Max Ninja Turtles was pretty much impossible for me to dislike 😅

Oh I adore it a lot, it's such a great romp and I get emotional every time I think of it.

I don't hate that it's the canonical finale to the 2012 series because it wraps itself up as nicely as it can considering the budget and time constraints the series was often under. Yeah it's very dark, but that's fine and perfectly in line with how dark the series as a whole tends to get. At least the guys get a remotely good ending this time since they all survived and found each other😭

I mentioned this on reddit, but my only problem with it is that we're expected to view this ending as canon. Not that it is canon, but that an order of events took place and led to this.

For one, we assumed back in S4 that the Kraang were done for after the Triceratons took out the Technodrome with Prime and Sub Prime on it, effectively ending their reign. And we see in When Worlds Collide that the Kraang who are left in Dimension X are good natured and eventually sided with the Utroms between the seasons. So all we can do is wonder if the mutagen bomb was actually the Kraang's doing since they had a mutagen bomb before way back in S1 that the turtles thwarted. But maybe it was somebody else, and we'll never know who.

And if it were the Kraang, why did the bomb turn Earth into a desolate wasteland instead of a new place for them to live as was always intended? Why are there no humans turned into a mass of pseudo-Kraang? Were they relocated to Dimension X? Or did most humans turn into the mutants we see? If so, why did others end up dead? Where are the Kraang who would've inhabited the planet after the mutation process? Did they just abandon it?

There are way too many missing gaps and I wish we'd get some kind of answers to make this ending feel more believable.

#answering your asks #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2k12

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zombie-hickey · 1 year ago

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[Vanilla Skulls]

Peter Maximoff x F!OC

Warnings: MDNI, Cringy Self-Insert OC (She's literally just me lmao), Gore, A bit fucked up, Undead BS/Kinda Necromancy, Fluff <3

Summary: Peter likes the freaky Pastel Goth girl.

"I think I'll name him Harry!"

Logan has seen some pretty messed up things but this is just - disturbing. Watching as a young man's dead body stumbles around aimlessly, jaw hung loose and bugs scurrying from his many rotten holes, brain function not intact in the slightest... Meanwhile Vivify just stands with her hands clasped together, looking at the abomination like he's a cute little puppy she brought home with her.

"Absolutely not. No."

"What? Whyyy?"

"Well, for one thing, pretty sure that's grave robbery."

"Technically grave kidnapping if ya wanna-"

"No."

"Aw... Fine."

×🩷×

"She's cute..."

Peter mused when watching Vivify across the room, in all her weird glory she could also be quite endearing. Her outlook on life is sweet in a morbid way.

Currently she has a kitten carefully cradled in her hands, stroking it's plush fur while cooing at it - the vibrations of the loud purr against her palm.

"Ya sound just like a little motor boat, hm?"

Peter couldn't help himself, approaching a bit more carefully than he usually would - not wanting to frighten the kitten.

"Vi?"

Hazel eyes meet deep brown ones.

"How's the cat?"

Ah, yes.... Smooth conversation starter, Peter. Never let anyone tell ya that you don't know how to talk to women.

"She's fine. Did you know that cats can be a good judge of character?"

As it turns out asking about the cat was a good idea. However now he's unfortunately stuck listening to her talk about cats non-stop for the next... 30 minutes...

×🩷×

His fingers tap in super speed rhythm against the wall, only briefly stopping when Vi enters the room - she appears to be intent on making herself some tea. Her gaze set on him and he flashes what he thinks is a charming smile, big brown eyes reminiscent of an excited puppy.

"Keep tapping. It sounds nice."

Oh.

"Yeah, sure, right away."

What kind of response was that, Peter?

Well, at least he knows she doesn't find his twitchy habits annoying. In fact she's bobbing along to the tapping like it's a cool remix. Welp.

×🩷×

Cookies in the shape of skulls were left on his doorstep... Wonder who those could possibly be from???

Yeah, that's sarcasm. He knows exactly who would leave something this sweet and also odd at his door, only a little pink sticky note attached to the also pink container. The note reads "Hope you like them. <3"

Pshh... These will be gone in five seconds flat and he's keeping this sticky note forever.

{This will be a comfort series. Every chapter will essentially just be an assortment of drabbles.}

#vee's silly ocs #vee's various fics #peter maximoff x oc #/×Vivify×\#mdni

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espinosaurusrexex · 2 years ago

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*intensely thinking of final answer*

*game show waiting music*

I think I'm going with miscommunication with Bucky.

*presses button to log it in*

*game show celebration music* congratulations! You have a Bingo!!! 💗 This was fun. I'm hoping it counts as Miscommunication because, technically, it's only one-sided. But I loved it so much I had to write it. Anyway - enjoy! 🥰

summary 'cause it's a little longer: You’re the new recruit with mind-controlling abilities and Bucky hates it. But after avoiding you for a while and being responsible for several dangerous situations because of it, Bucky is asked to resolve his issues with you. He’s not amused, but amazing things can happen when people are trapped in elevators and it makes Bucky realize that, maybe, you’re not as awful as he thought.

Miscommunication (Bingo Game)

!BINGO ASKS CLOSED!

BuckyBarnes x Enhanced!Female!Reader

word count: 3.3k

warnings: enemies to friends (for now?), grumpy!Bucky, angst, swearing, sassy reader, arguing, and me trying to be funny

“Can you make people cry?”

“Sometimes.”

“What about making them dance real good.” Another man chimed in. You remembered him introducing himself as ‘The Falcon’.

“Depends.”

“On what?”

“Are you a good dancer?” You smirked.

“Is that a challenge?” He raised his eyebrows.

“What about farts, can you make people fart,” The ant guy asked with enthusiasm.

“I... I haven’t tried that yet.”

“Well, it would be a great prank.”

“I guess?” It wasn’t the weirdest thing you’d been asked before - you’d never forget that day your niece brought you to school for your magic talent... kindergartners asked the most unexpected questions. But hearing them from an adult was still a little unusual.

“So you can just make people do things?” The youngest of the group asked.

“Pretty much.”

“How?”

“It’s hard to explain.”

His eyes lit up. “Woah, so you could make Mr. Falcon go and get me a bowl of popcorn right now?”

“Careful, spider boy.” The man - Sam, you believed - warned.

“I could, yes.”

“I’ve never had this much power!” Peter rubbed his hands with a bright smile - his name was easy to remember with all the questions he fired at you.

“You still don’t, kid. Keep it down a little will ya?” The goatee man tapped his shoulder with the twitch of his brow.

“Oh, yes Mr. Stark. Sorry, Mr. Stark.”

“Tony,” he corrected.

“Right. Mr. Tony, sir.”

You’d been here for thirty minutes and everyone was all over you. You didn’t mind, really. On the contrary, you enjoyed that the people you would work with were actually interested. Well, all except for one. It didn’t go past you that one person had been watching you from the corner the whole time, not losing a word, simply staring ahead broodily with his arms crossed

“Alright, everyone,” Tony clapped once, “last question. I still have to show the rookie the rest of the compound.”

“Oh me, me, me!!!” Peter raised his hand and almost picked Tony’s nose.

“Barnes, do you have anything? You’ve been awfully quiet.”

“I don’t need to know shit, Stark.” The brunette pushed himself off the wall, revealing a couple more inches to his height you had not noticed before.

“Don’t be rude, Mr. Barnes,” Peter pouted; he seemed to be adoring you already.

“I’m not rude. It’s just a stupid power that no one needs. It’s fucking dangerous and shouldn’t be part of the Avengers,” he exclaimed and proceeded to leave the room, making you feel a little sad and the rest of the team look baffled.

“Well... okay.” Tony turned to you, rolling his eyes as Peter’s desperate noises reached his ears again. “What’s your question, Peter?”

“Miss, I don’t think your power is stupid. It’s super mega awesome and I seriously wish I could tell Flash about it, he would be so jealous!” You laughed.

“The question, kid.”

“Oh, yes... can you make animals talk?”

-❁-

That had been about four weeks ago, and Bucky had been avoiding you ever since. He had heard what you could do the first day you got introduced, and thanks to Peter he had more than enough knowledge about how vastly your power reached.

Mind control. That was the fucking last thing they needed on the team. How fucking ridiculous. Bucky didn’t want to have anything to do with it, or you for that matter. It was enough that Wanda had the ability to read minds, he didn’t need someone controlling them on top of it.

So Bucky didn’t like you or your power or the danger that came with it, and he put a huge amount of effort into showing you his disdain. When you entered the room, he stood to leave. When you were assigned on a mission together, he tried to switch with someone else - earning him weeks worth of laundry duty for Sam and dishwashing chores for Nat - but that was worth it. And when he wasn’t able to, he communicated with you as little as possible, earning a couple of scoldings from Stark and Fury for not warning you of threats in time - but really, nothing bad ever happened, so Bucky didn’t know what the problem was.

And soon, much to Bucky’s relief, you started reciprocating the hostile behavior he displayed toward you on a daily basis.

Constant bickering, dangerous situations, and death stares were your new M.O. but Bucky knew it only meant for you to finally back off. Because you had tried to be nice to him in the beginning, and Bucky felt a little bad for making you sad, but it was nothing to how sorry he would be if he ever let you in.

A gunshot sounded through the crackly speaker.

“Fuck!”

Followed by a round of grunts and hits of which a fair amount landed in Bucky’s ribs and face.

“Oh right, there’s a hostile headed your way. Sorry, must’ve slipped my mind. I’m a little ‘careless’ at times.”

Yep, that one had hurt. But he’d rather pack a punch than retract his comment about your being careless. Because that’s what you were - or rather your ability. Careless and dangerous.

Bucky watched as Steve crossed his arms after pausing the recording, his captain stare in full force as he watched his best friend lean back in his chair unimpressed.

“Buck, you know I don’t want to do this but it's also my job to make sure my team is conducting missions safely. So, what’s wrong? You don’t usually act this way - even with people you don’t like - so don’t even try.”

Bucky just huffed, crossing his arms as well. He didn’t feel the need to respond. This was ridiculous; everyone should see how dangerous you were.

“You got a chance to solve this the easy way here. Help me out a little, pal. If you don’t cooperate, I need to apply official protocol. So tell me, please, what’s the problem?” Steve’s eyebrows were raised in anticipation, but Bucky was too sulky to help. To hell with this ‘I’m your friend-‘crap - he should go ahead and apply official protocol, maybe they’d see that your ability alone probably violated six paragraphs of the Avengers’ Oath.

He bit his tongue before losing another comment swirling in his head, looking out the window to distract himself from the unfortunate situation he found himself in. Bucky hated when Steve became all professional with him. It was stupid.

“You’re putting yourself and the team in danger,” Steve tried again, “there must be a reason for your behaving like this. Let me fix it. Let me help-”

“I don’t need fixing!” Bucky snapped, his eyes finding Steve’s in a heartbeat as he leaned forward in his chair.

“Then what is it? Do you like her? Is that why you're being so...” The blonde’s hand flailed in the air as he tried to find the words to describe Bucky’s behavior.

“Fuck no.” He leaned back again.

“Language,” Steve warned, only to earn a side eye from his friend.

Bucky knew exactly why he avoided you. And so should Steve. He was his best friend for fuck’s sake. This was the most unnecessary conversation he’s ever had. If anything, Steve should have his back and not try to ‘fix him’.

“You should talk to her.”

“Funny.”

“I’m being serious. What’s the issue?”

“You know damn well what the issue is, Steve!” Bucky rose from his chair but Steve didn't flinch. He merely scolded him for his cursing again.

But after a minute of blank staring at each other, Steve broke the silence again. “You’re scared.”

And Bucky exhaled a long breath before training his eyes on the ceiling. “Of course I’m scared, Steve! There is nothing worse than not being in control.” He looked at him. “Im gonna hurt people. I have before. And being close to her... It just makes the possibility of the winter soldier returning a lot more likely.”

“She wouldn’t do that.”

“You don’t know that. She’s had no training; it could happen accidentally.

Steve was quiet for a while, just looking at his friend, assessing his comment. Bucky could see the wheels turning behind his eyes and after a while, he just stared out the window again until the blonde would present another righteous monologue to him.

“You should tell her,” Steve finally said and Bucky wondered why it had taken him so long to come up with a sentence he’d already said.

“I don’t need to tell her shit. Just keep her away from me.” He rolled his eyes, but he was desperate at this point. Bucky just wanted to go - leave and stop being bothered by everyone.

Steve just shook his head in defeat - Bucky had done it again. Successfully shaken the unavoidable for today. He smiled to himself as he turned to leave the conference room. But before he could reach the last chair on his way, Steve held him back one last time.

“She’s a very nice person, you know? And your attitude towards her is affecting everyone on the team. Maybe, if you could look past your issues with her... You’d see how nicely she fits in with us.” Steve cocked his head to the side with a small smile. “I’m sure you’d get along if you just took the time to get to know her...”

But Bucky only replied with a bitter ‘shut up, punk’ before averting his eyes again. He didn’t like this at all.

Steve sighed. “Just promise me you’ll do something.”

Bucky shot him one last look before turning and leaving without another response.

-❁-

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” Bucky looked at you through hooded eyelids upon your entering the elevator.

You just ignored him. You had tried to be nice long enough, tried to make him your friend one too many times, each one teaching you just how vain the attempt had been. Because if you had learned one thing about Bucky Barnes over the past month, it was that he hated your guts and that he was not willing to try and be civil with you. So, you saw no reason to be nice anymore.

“Don’t act like it's my pleasure either.” You turned and faced the door after pushing the buttons to your floor.

Bucky just huffed behind you and you held your head a little higher, trying to let the seconds pass until you could leave again. It’s only an elevator ride - how hard could it be? But time seemed to pass slower than usual, and the unsteady rattling of the glass chamber going up the tower made the whole ordeal that much more unpleasant.

That was until it suddenly stopped, a screeching sound echoing through the small space until the elevator halted abruptly, making you lose your balance for a brief moment.

“What the-“ you muttered and pressed the floor button another time. Then again. And again. But nothing happened.

You tried the emergency call button, but again, nothing. You were stuck. Several hundred feet in the air with Bucky Barnes. Great.

You took a deep breath, there were worse things, you tried to calm yourself, but upon stealing a glance over your shoulder, only to see Bucky glaring at you, that attempt disintegrated. Still, you chose to ignore him. You’d get out of here eventually. Someone would notice you were missing and look for you, check the security cameras, maybe - do something and finally break open these damn elevator doors.

But then Bucky began to shuffle behind you, his steps clicking on the tiled floor of the lift, and uneven pace interrupted by the confines of the small room and it agitated you. It was enough you were stuck in an elevator when you had work to do. Now you couldn’t even concentrate.

“Would you stop pacing?” You finally snapped and turned around only to see Bucky staring at you with wide eyes.

But he caught himself quickly. “What’s it matter to you?”

“It’s annoying. And as much as I hate to be stuck in here with you, we need to find a way not to kill each other until someone comes to help.” You turned back around taking another deep breath and enjoying the silence.

It didn’t last long though because the shuffling picked back up again soon. You waited another minute, but when Bucky made even more noise, a thudding sound coming from behind, you whipped around again to yell at him.

But you stopped in your tracks as you saw him kneeling on the floor, his head tugged beneath his arms as his shoulder heaved rapidly.

“Wha-“You moved forward to help but-

“Stay away from me!” He spat with fire in his eyes and then his head was back between his knees.

You took a step back and assessed the situation. The posture, the heavy breathing, the slight shudder in his hands, the constant rocking. He was scared. He was having a panic attack.

And as much as you wanted to avoid him, you were not cruel. When someone needed help, you helped. “Bucky-“

“I said stay the fuck away!” He crawled back into the corner.

You held your hands up in surrender, carefully trying to speak again. “I just want to help-“

“Well, I don’t need your help. Just back off!” The elevator shook with the boom of his voice, making your breath hitch.

That was it, the last straw. All the pent-up anger of the past weeks bubbled to the surface, desperation and cluelessness balling up in frustration. You could barely feel it crawl up your body before you opened your mouth and screamed back. “What's your problem Bucky? I want you to feel better! What did I do that makes you hate me so much?!”

Your chest heaved in anger, your hands balling into fists as you watched Bucky get up slowly - eyes darker than you’d ever seen before. His arm whirred but he didn’t move it. He merely stepped a little closer to you, towering over you when his husky voice mumbled into the space between you.

“I don’t hate you.” You swallowed and stared up at him, he was intimidating. “I’m fucking scared to lose control and-“ his vibranium arm shot up towards you but you stopped it in its tracks. Bucky’s fist was hanging in the air above you, your power holding him off and it took a fair amount of strength to do so. His eyes shot from his fist back to you, jaw tensing.

“I would never do that.”

“You’re telling me I’m irrational?” He hinted towards his arm still held back by your control and you immediately let it fall back to his side. “...that it couldn’t happen by accident?”

“You underestimate me, Bucky.” You pressed with spite, willing him back a step to leave you space to breathe again.

“I don't know you.”

“And who’s fault is that?” That shut him up.

Bucky flexed his vibranium fingers, testing his own control again before his eyes found you again.

“Let me show you.” You tried softly. Maybe this was the gateway to a start-over. At least now you knew the issue, now there was only solving it left.

Bucky looked at you questioningly.

“Let me show you why you don’t need to be scared.” You smiled and somehow it softened the tension around you.

Bucky’s shoulders relaxed when he stood up straighter. “And why would I want that?” He was stubborn.

“I’m offering an olive branch here. And after all that you have pulled, I suggest taking it. Because I cannot guarantee I’ll feel this nice again if you don’t.”

Bucky watched you carefully for a moment. As if he was trying to detect a joke in your statement, he analyzed every inch of your body suspiciously. And then after another minute, he sighed in defeat.

“Then we need to get out of here.”

-❁-

Bucky was still a little wary now that you had dragged him outside. The sun was shining in the bright blue sky but having you stand so close to him was still making him nervous. He had no idea what he had just signed up for.

There were a few people outside as well, all going about their days and when he turned his head to you, he noticed you watching them intently.

“I can feel their energy,” you stated, making Bucky check if anyone was behaving as though he was influenced by you in any way - they weren’t.

“And, yes, I can make living beings succumb to my will, but when I do, I feel their pain, their mental wars...” You looked at him and Bucky could feel your eyes pushing through to his deepest fears. “I wouldn’t make them do anything I wouldn’t want to endure myself... unless, of course... it’s necessary.”

Bucky thought back to a mission a while back. You had been utilized to make a hostile talk using rather unorthodox strategies. This time you actually had to hold them in place - position their limbs in places they shouldn’t be. He closed his eyes when he remembered your death cries. They had been hunting him for days. But other than you, the hostile had been killed.

“You’re mentally linking with them,” he whispered almost ashamed for not noticing it earlier. Everyone on the team probably knew it already - he had just never taken the time to listen.

“Yes.” He swallowed thickly, watching as you turned to him fully and he mirrored your action.

“If I were to make you- if I..,” you trailed off, took a deep breath, and shook your head. “I wouldn’t do that.”

And that’s when Bucky finally understood. All this time he had avoided you, fought with you, and despised you for thinking you’d be cruel for fun. He felt awful.

Your name slipped from his lips for the first time, calling your attention to his sorrowful eyes. “I’m so sorry.”

You nodded. “It’s okay. I understand it’s scary. I was scared of it, too, when I first found out... But I had a lot of time to learn. And now... I actually know how to utilize my power - control it. It even has some perks.”

Bucky’s eyebrows raised intrigued. A silent question to which you only responded by carefully reaching your hand out so his flesh one.

“Can I?” You asked before actually taking it and Bucky just nodded while watching you carefully.

He felt a lot calmer than he had before. And when you finally touched his calloused fingers, there was no urge to pull away like there had always been. You smiled at him and then nodded up to the sky, urging him to follow your stare.

“Look,” you whispered, and then Bucky felt his spine tingle. All of a sudden, it felt like his feet were lifted off the ground - smooth and subtle - almost comforting, he was engulfed by the feeling of floating - no - flying.

His eyes followed the birds in the sky, which were now rounding effortless constellations several feet above his head and Bucky just knew that they were feeling the same - exactly the same. It was amazing, and even though it was a little strange and scary, your hand holding his made him feel unusually safe.

After a while, Bucky felt the feeling subside, the birds in the sky stopped flying above him and continues their journey east again. Your hand left his but he still felt lighter than he had ever before.

His smile found you. “That’s actually pretty amazing,” he beamed before looking at the birds passing him and then back to you again.

“Yeah... it is.” You smiled as well and Bucky felt all his doubts about you float away with the feeling this extraordinary experience had brought him.

Maybe mind control wasn’t as ridiculous and careless as he had thought it to be...

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letterstotheflre · 4 years ago

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quiet my fears with the touch of your hand

summary: taking care of peter's wounds always ends the same way. [andrew gardfield's spiderman x reader]

warnings: mutual masturbation (handjob and fingering), slight cum play? (technically also spit? idk if it counts)

18+ ONLY || MINORS DON'T INTERACT OR I'LL BLOCK YOU

word count: 1.3k

a/n: I'M OBSESSED WITH ANDREW'S PETER PARKER AND WHAT ABOUT IT?? this came to me after i watched that scene in the first tasm movie lol. in this, you and peter are in university (around 22 years old, let’s pretend people in their 20s care about nerds and bullys). also, there's no nwh spoilers in this, so everyone can read it.

“You’re an idiot,” you scold, tenderly cleaning the small cut on his chin from his fight with Flash.

Peter hisses when the alcohol seeps into the wound, almost throwing his head back against the mirror in pain but your grip on his jaw keeps him in place.

“Mmm, actually, I’m pretty smart,” he says, settling his hands on your waist and pulling you between his legs. “Top of the class, even.”

You roll your eyes, dumping the cotton on the sink and opening up a bandaid. “Not street smart enough, apparently,” you quip back, a small smirk on your lips, then drop it back to a frown. You put the bandaid on and cup his face. “Honestly, what were you thinking?”

“That Flash needed to be humbled a little. You know,” he shrugs, “show him not all nerds won’t fight back.” At your blank look, he grabs your face and squishes your cheeks. “C’mon, don’t look at me like that,” he pouts, cocking his head to the side.

“It’s a stupid reason,” you say.

“Mhm,” he hums.

“He broke your camera,” he hums again, shrugging one shoulder disinterestedly. He can fix it himself later. “You know I worry about you,” you continue. Peter hums once more, this time fighting back a smile. What can he say? He likes to know you care about him. “And you’re hurt.”

“Mhm, I am. Will you kiss it better?”

You huff out an irritated breath. Peter laughs, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “You’re unbelievable,” you shake your head.

“You’re my nurse!” he chuckles, tilting your head back so you can look him in the eye. Childishly, he says, “Won’t you please make my booboo better?”

You try to pull away but he holds on to your face, shaking his head. “No, no, come here,” and he leans down to kiss you. Out of sheer stubbornness, you continue to struggle, but soon enough your body melts into his. You sag against him, one of your hands resting on his leg as leverage while the other goes to the back of his head and pulls on his hair.

He groans into your mouth, leaving the kiss in favour of trailing his lips down your neck. You sigh in pleasure, his sloppy pecks and nibbles making your tummy flutter nicely, a warmth seeping into your core that makes you a little fuzzy.

Your hand on his leg moves up slowly, teasingly. You reach his crotch at the same time his hand sneaks underneath your skirt, barely skirting your underwear, but it’s enough for you to whine desperately.

“Will you make it better, baby?” Peter mumbles into your skin, his hot breath making you shiver. You palm him through his jeans, feeling him harden with your simple touch. With shaky hands, you unbuckle his belt, your knees almost buckling when Peter rubs your clit through your panties. He smirks against your neck when the fabric gets wetter.

“Yeah,” you breathe out, running your nails over his stomach. His muscles flex, a low moan coming out of Peter’s mouth.

“Don’t tease,” he groans.

“You’re teasing me, too,” you chuckle, kissing his jaw and nipping it. You unzip his jeans, sneaking your fingers under the band of his boxers and running the soft pads of your fingers along his cock. Peter twitches at your delicate caress; desperate for more.

With an impatient huff, Peter moves your underwear to the side and runs his fingers between your glistening folds, coating them in your arousal, then slowly pushing two of them inside you. Your breath hitches at the slight burn, his fingers stretching you as he thrusts them. You rest your forehead against his, biting your lip to prevent the whine that threatens to leave your mouth from coming out.

Peter raises his hips to help you pull down his underwear, his cock finally springing free of its confines and hitting his stomach. “Shit,” he curses when you grab him. “Gimme your hand.”

You do as he says, looking through hooded eyes as he brings it closer to his mouth and runs his tongue all over it. It’s a lewd sight, your boyfriend covering your hand with his spit while he fingers you, but it’s so hot that you can’t help but moan. Loudly.

He gives you a nod and you grab his cock again, pumping him slowly and thumbing the slit whenever you reach the tip. He moans and throws his head back, the mirror rattling from the impact, but neither of you cares too much.

You gasp when Peter curls his fingers, pushing them to his knuckles and feeling a new wave of slick coating them. You grab the back of his neck with a shuddering moan, tightening your grip around his cock.

“So good, baby, you’re so good,” he moans, tilting down his head and bumping your jaw with his nose. He kisses underneath it, going up to your chin before kissing your lips deeply, drinking in all the pretty sounds you make for him.

Your pussy flutters around his fingers, your body eagerly receiving his praise. “I’m close,” you whimper into his mouth. He can tell, you’re practically squeezing the life out of his fingers, your pussy clinging to them and trying to keep them snug inside you.

Peter pulls your lower lip between his teeth, his thumb now rubbing circles on your clit. You’re so wet for him it’s slippery, but the effect he has on you drives him mad. “I know, baby, I know,” he coos hoarsely, his ears ringing with the wet sounds your pussy makes. “But hold it for me, yeah? I want to cum with you.”

You nod shakily, focusing on bringing Peter to the edge. You mimic the pace he fucks you with, biting and kissing along his neck, letting your other hand explore his torso under his t-shirt.

Peter takes hold of the roots of your hair, pulling you away from him. “Look at me,” he groans. Your lips are parted as you gaze at him, scanning your eyes over the purple bruise on his cheek and the cut on his chin, before finding a home in Peter’s chocolate ones. “You can let go, c’mon. Y’can do it, give it to me, baby.”

You come undone together– Peter twitching in your hand and covering it in white spurts with a beautiful whimper, and you falling against Peter, your legs shaking as you moan brokenly. He holds you tightly, the hand on your back coaxing you while he helps you ride your orgasm out.

You hide your face in his chest as you catch your breath, Peter tucking his head in the crook of your neck and inhaling deeply. He takes in your perfume– the hints of jasmine filling his nostrils and making him relax even more, the previous tension in his shoulders evaporating completely.

With slow and gentle movements, he pulls out his fingers, shushing you when you whine. He taps your wrist and leans completely against the mirror, keeping you from slumping down with a tight grip on your hip.

Already knowing what he wants, you bring your hand up to his mouth, Peter doing the same with his. He pokes his tongue out and licks your fingers, cleaning up the mess he made. He makes sure there’s no residue left behind, looking into your eyes as he runs his tongue over the back of your hand, grinning at the slight blush on your face.

“Your turn,” he says once he’s done, tapping his still wet fingers on your lips. You take them into your mouth and suck on them, running the flat of your tongue under the pads of his index and middle fingers with a content hum, your eyes falling shut as you clean him.

Even when there’s no more cum to clean up, you keep sucking on them, holding on to his wrist like a lifeline. Peter cups the back of your head and kisses your forehead, mumbling a “good girl” and tucking you under his chin.

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3mcwriting · 2 years ago

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Any Fan's Dream, Part 6

Any Fan's Dream Masterlist

Synopsis:

When you look around and see Avengers Tower in front of you and Peter Parker beside you, you wonder how the hell you managed to get into the MCU.

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You exited the elevator, walking into the large hallway. You took your usual route to Tony's workshop, thoughts darting like tadpoles in a pond. Your mind would go from, how do I change Civil War? Can I change Civil War?, to, if I do change it, will they still win in the end? Or will they lose to Thanos?

There were so many questions you needed answers for, but you had no idea how you were supposed to even start to look for them.

Well.

You did have one idea.

There was a certain sorcerer that might know what happened and how.

But what happened if you told him and he sent you back to your home world? You didn't think you could handle leaving this place, this amazing world, having it torn away from you and being thrown back into the lonely, listless, life you had been shuffling through for 18 years.

You shook your head, nope. For now, telling Strange wasn't an option unless you could be sure that he wouldn't send you back.

Was that the right thing to do? You weren't sure, but you weren't quite ready to risk leaving this life behind.

You entered the workshop, frowning when you saw that Tony wasn't in there. You left the room and began to wander, trying to find someone. When your search turned up no results, you checked your phone. You hadn't received any messages telling you to stay home, nothing explaining the absence of people in the Tower.

And then you finally remembered FRIDAY.

"Hey, uh FRIDAY?"

"Yes, Miss (l/n)?"

"Um, do you know where anybody is?"

"Who in particular are you looking for?"

"Oh." You thought about it, then remembered that "your" internship technically had nothing to do with any of the Avengers(besides Tony). "I'm here for my internship so I guess Tony-er Iron Man- no, Mr. Stark?"

What were you supposed to call him?

You didn't want to call him Tony, he was older and a hero and you didn't know if you had that privilege. Then again, Iron Man was kind of strange to call him, but you really didn't want to call him Mr. Stark because that was Peter's thing. Well, not yet, but-

"He is not here at the moment. But if you would like to go see him, head down to the garage."

"The garage?" you wondered aloud. You didn't know where the garage was, well, it was probably on the lowest floor but who knows? This was Tony Stark's building, it could be anywhere.

FRIDAY took your question as if it was for her, "Head to the elevator and press the button with the capital 'G' on it."

"Oh, ok." You followed the directions, "Thanks, FRIDAY."

"You're welcome, Miss (l/n)."

You felt your jaw drop when you stepped into the cavernous room.

Row upon row of cars greeted you when you stepped out of the elevator.

Maseratis, Ferraris, Corvettes, Rolls Royces, and ooh-

Was that a 67' Chevy Impala?"

Your eyes darted around furiously, trying to take in every beautiful vehicle. There were old cars, new ones, some in states of disrepair, others flashing like a new penny underneath the fluorescent lighting.

Then you spotted it-

Your dream car was sitting right there, calling out to you to go closer. Your feet seemed to have a mind of their own, moving you ever closer to the gorgeous vehicle. You ran your hand gingerly over it's hood, each touch tinged with disbelief at the situation.

You were in Avengers Tower, interning for Tony Stark, and you were in his garage looking at your dream car.

How was this real?

You looked over the vehicle, eyes roving every part of the beautiful machine in front of you.

It wasn't in perfect condition, the paint was a little faded, a couple small scratches around and one tennis-ball sized dent in the rear. But none of those little flaws was able to distract you from how utterly mind-blowing it was.

"FRIDAY, am I allowed to go in any of the cars?"

"Of course, as long as they aren't a danger."

You took that to mean not to go into any of the ones with the hoods cracked open or pieces missing.

"This car isn't a danger, right?"

You watched as a camera in the corner turned to look in the direction you were in.

A second later, you got your answer, "No, that car is not a danger."

"Awesome," you breathed. "Thank you, FRIDAY."

"You're welcome."

You tried the handle of the car, pleasantly surprised when it wasn't locked. You opened the door, seating yourself in the seat.

You looked around, eyes combing over the interior with wonder across your face. The car turned on as soon as you were settled in the seat, the engine starting with a beautiful noise.

The inside of the car was much too advanced for the type of vehicle it was- or really for any vehicle. Tony must've worked on it, because a deep voice(that you assumed was an A.I.) asked you, "Where would you like to go?"

You jumped in your seat, not expecting the voice. "U-uhm, I would like to go wherever Ton- Mr. Stark is."

"Buckle up, please," the voice requested politely, "you will arrive in about half an hour."

You followed the voice's directions, amazed as the car maneuvered itself out of the parking space. You couldn't help but laugh, excited giggles spilling out of you as the car drove you to your destination.

Peter would love this-

OH WAIT

You took a couple of selfies, as well as some pictures of the car. You took a video of it, showing how the car was driving itself then your expression as it moved.

You sent it all to Peter, messaging him:

You: I LOVE MY INTERNSHIP

He responded within a couple of minutes.

Husband: no way!! thats so cool!

Husband: youre so lucky. i want one.

You: not this one. this one is MINE

Husband: but-

Husband: i thought we were friends

You: bros before hoes.

You: this car is my bro

You: you're my hoe

You: sorry honeybun

Husband: i suppose thats understandable

Husband: i would make the same decision

You: HEY

"You have arrived at the destination."

You looked up from your phone, looking around and seeing the place you were at.

The Compound.

You texted Peter a quick 'good-bye' then slid your phone into a pocket. You stepped out of the car. You weren't very worried about someone stealing the car, what person would be stupid enough to steal Iron Man's car at the Avengers Compound?

You stopped in front of the door, nervous. You hadn't stepped inside the building when you had gone there with Steve, the two of you had stayed outside the whole time. Now, here you were. You weren't sure if you were supposed to be there. What if you interrupted something?

What if-

What if you interrupted the meeting? The one at the beginning of Civil War. When the Sokovia Accords are proposed.

That thought pushed you to enter the building because, dammit you had things you had to say and that asshole talking down on them deserved to be put in his place.

That scene always made you mad because of how much he underplayed the things they had done for the world.

That thought fueled you until you stood in front of the Avengers, everyone staring at you when you interrupted. With eyes on you, you swallowed nervously. The nerves faded though, replaced by excitement.

There's Wanda! Ooh and Sam! And Rhodey- ooh everyone is here!

You knew from watching the movie(multiple times) who would be there, but seeing them all gathered in one room, a group of your heroes, it was amazing.

A throat being cleared reminded you that it wasn't just the Avengers and you in the room, your eyes glanced at Secretary Ross, lips curling in disgust.

He had interrupted your fan-girling! And for that he deserved to die- wait I don't think I can do that. The Avengers probably won't let me murder someone- well, they don't really like him, so who knows?

"Is there a reason you're interrupting this meeting?"

Your fists clenched, hearing the complete disrespect in his voice while he looked you over in disgust.

"She's one of my interns," Tony piped up.

The Secretary's voice didn't mask his displeasure at all. "Why is she here?"

"'She' can talk," you managed to say through clenched teeth.

"Well, I'd rather you didn't."

And I’d rather you got stabbed multiple times but we don’t always get what we want, now do we?

You were ready to beat that stupid bitch, but Tony had stood up and grasped your arm before steering you to an open seat.

He whispered to you, "what are you doing here?"

"I'm on the clock, remember?"

"How did you even get here?"

"I drove one of your cars, well technically, the car drove me. Which, by the way, is really cool."

You sat down, Tony settling into his seat next to you.

"You can continue," Tony said, flashing the Secretary that infuriating smirk to purposefully get on the other man's nerves.

"A random child should not hear the things we have to talk about."

Your hands squeezed the armrests of the chair tightly, what was this dick's problem?

"She works for me," Tony said, his voice taking on an unfamiliar tone. He was serious when he spoke, "she can stay."

You felt your heart warm, unable to stop the grin from climbing onto your face. The happy expression did not go unnoticed by the Secretary, the man huffing angrily but proceeding.

"As I was saying," he cleared his throat, "five years ago, I had a heart attack....and dropped right in the middle of my back swing."

"Too bad you didn't stay down," you murmured, Tony's snort of amusement not going unnoticed by you.

"Turned out, it was the best round of my life, because after 13 hours of surgery and a triple bypass, I found something 40 years in the Army had never taught me:

Perspective.

The world owes the Avengers an unpayable debt. You have fought for us, protected us, risked your lives..."

Damn right they did, and what the fuckin Secretary was about to do was show how little the world trusted the people who stood up to threats no one else could.

"...but while a great many people see you as heroes, there are some who would prefer the word, 'vigilantes'."

They are heroes.

You hated how they managed to tear apart this team, this wonderful, amazing, group of people who only wanted to help the world.

"And what word would you use, Mr. Secretary?" Natasha spoke up.

He looked at her, "how about dangerous?"

Your jaw clenched.

"What would you call a group of US-based, enhanced individuals, who routinely ignore sovereign borders and inflict their will wherever they choose. And who, frankly, seem unconcerned about what they leave behind?"

You couldn't bite your tongue any longer, "as opposed to nuking a whole ass island with civilians on it?"

The Secretary glanced at you, "you have no idea what you're talking about-"

"You're berating them," you gestured to the people around the table, "when you wanted to send an atomic bomb to Manhattan. You would've wiped out countless lives and here you are looking down on the people who saved that from happening. In fact, you did send the bomb. This man right here," you pointed at Tony, "he risked his life pushing that nuke through the fucking wormhole and saved all those lives you had endangered."

"You need to be silent," he responded, "I will not explain myself to a child."

You were about ready to snap back at his patronizing but Natasha beat you to it.

"Secretary, I will politely remind you to show some respect." Natasha's eyes glinted dangerously, the danger in her smile hidden like poison in wine.

The man glanced at the spy, swallowing. Even he wasn't stupid enough to aggravate the Black Widow.

He cleared his throat nervously, then pressed a button and the glass wall behind him lit up with News coverage of New York during the invasion.

"New York."

"You're really showing video footage that shows the destruction in New York when if you would have had your way there wouldn't be a New York to film." you snorted, rolling your eyes his actions.

Ordinarily, you would be a bit less antagonistic, but you couldn't help the distaste you had for the man. He was disrespecting and blaming your heroes, underappreciating the fact that they saved the fucking world multiple times and you couldn't control how much your distaste for the man showed itself.

"Would you be quiet?" the Secretary was clearly fed up with your interruptions.

But you were just as fed up, if not more, "I'll be quiet when you stop being a dick! Which means I guess I'm never shutting up! Jeez! Do you not remember all the things this amazing team has done for the world? They've saved countless lives and you don't appreciate that! "

He looked guilty for a second, like a child being yelled at for getting in trouble, "you don't know anything."

His voice was not nearly as confident as it was before, but he tried to continue his projection. He was about to press the button again, you knew what that button did. It was going to switch the footage to the Sokovia footage, you glared at him. He gulped when he saw the way you were staring at him, he didn't continue to the other footage.

He cleared his throat, "but I think we have a solution. The Sokovia Accords. Approved by 117 countries, it states that the Avengers shall no longer be a private organization. Instead, they'll operate under the supervision of a United Nations panel, only when and if that panel deems it necessary."

Steve spoke up, "the Avengers were formed to make the world a better place. I feel we've done that."

You knew what was about to happen, Ross was going to compare Thor and Bruce to nukes and say that they 'lost them'. Your glare went even scarier.

The Secretary looked at you and swallowed the words he was about to say, "regardless, the Accords are your option. Compromise. Reassurance. That's how the world works. Believe me, this is the middle ground."

Rhodey placed his hand on the table, "so, there are contingencies?"

"Three days from now, the UN meets in Vienna, to ratify the Accords." Ross informed them. "Talk it over."

Natasha spoke up as the Secretary began to leave, "and if we come to a decision you don't like?"

"Then you retire."

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heliads · 4 years ago

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Two Sides (Part Two)

Based on this request: “avenger!reader x andrew garfield’s peter parker??”

part one / masterlist / part three

You are running late for an Avengers meeting, but all you can do is concentrate on your phone. Technically, you’re not late yet, just behind schedule, but with every minute that passes before you make it up to the central floor of the Avengers complex, you can practically sense Steve Rogers’ glare getting darker and darker. He’s like this all the time now, which is why you’ve given up on trying to appease him.

Besides, you’ve got a fairly good reason for your distraction, at least for you. Specifically, it’s the text messages you’re sending to another masked hero. This one who wears a red and blue suit and goes by the name of Spider-Man. The two of you have been texting nonstop since you met, and he’s only served to make you smile more than you ever have before.

It’s the little things that matter most of all, you suppose. He checks in on you during the day, and you text him during late night Spider-Man patrols to make sure that he won’t fall asleep whilst sticking to the side of a building twenty stories up. Sometimes, when you’re certain that you can escape the all-seeing eyes of S.H.I.E.L.D., you sneak away from the Avengers complex to find Peter. You meet up in crowded cafes and around street corners, while walking home from school and in the wee hours of dawn when only heroes and thieves are awake.

Needless to say, Peter has a far stronger hold over your heart than he should. That’s why he always takes precedence, even on days like today when you really should be making haste to the Avengers meeting instead of smiling like a giddy fool over his text messages.

That being said, you know that the Avengers will always be there. And, when you finally manage to shake your attention from Peter long enough to dash up the stairs and make it into the meeting room just one minute shy of the official starting time, you can’t quite care enough about the fold of Tony Stark’s arms or the smirk on Natasha Romanoff’s face when they turn to watch you enter. Why should you, anyways? You’ll be able to laugh about it with Peter in a little while.

Steve checks his watch one last time, then, sighing, stands up. “Alright, then. Y/N, we’ve all been thinking about your role in the team.”

You sit up a little straighter in your chair. Ever since that one incident where you got in trouble for breaking the rules to save a few civilians, tensions have been high. You just want to make sure no one gets hurt, but you’re still limited by the rules and regulations of the Avengers. No matter how much you wish it was otherwise, that’s the way it will always be.

So, when Steve exchanges glances with the other, older Avengers before he keeps speaking, you’re certain that this won’t end well. Maybe they’ll send you back to having a S.H.I.E.L.D. escort at all times, or they’ve figured out that you shared your identity with Peter and you’re going to be lectured for that.

Instead, he just smiles. “We realized that we’ve been a little harsh on you recently. You’ve got a good heart, kid, and we don’t want you to think that’s something to avoid. There’s a new mission coming up, and we think you can take this opportunity to show off your skills as a solo agent.”

You stare at him, blinking in surprise. “You’re letting me go off on my own?”

Tony shrugs. “Kind of. It’s a small job, no need to get a big head. All you have to do is make your way into a suspected HYDRA facility and retrieve some stolen S.H.I.E.L.D. data stored on a flash drive. No hostages, no one gets hurt, and we’ll be on your comms the whole time. If we suspect for a second that you’re in too deep, we get to pull you out immediately. If we think that you’re going to get hurt, we pull you out immediately. Got it?”

Even his firm tone isn’t enough to dampen your spirits. “Absolutely. When do I start?”

Nat grins. “Tomorrow morning sound early enough for you?”

You smile back at her. “I’ll be there.”

The rest of the Avengers end up briefing you for another few hours, but you can’t seem to lose your excitement. They phrased this whole mission to test if you were ready to have less restrictions while on the team, but you just see it as a chance to finally use your powers without anyone breathing down your back.

Once you get out of the Avengers complex, you hurry out of view of the agents no doubt tailing you, then quickly dial Peter’s number. He picks up almost immediately, and sounds just as excited as you are to hear about your latest mission.

“That’s amazing. Looks like I won’t have to break you out of S.H.I.E.L.D. after all, huh?”

You laugh. “The invitation is always open.”

You can hear his smile through the phone. “I’ll be rooting for you. Stay safe, alright?”

You feel like you’re walking on air. “I always do.”

That night, you can’t sleep. You lay awake thinking about the mission, running through every aspect in your head, just in case. You’re excited, certainly, as is Peter, but you can’t shake the feeling that something isn’t quite right. Steve’s stance was a little too stiff, and Natasha’s smile didn’t come as easily as it usually does. They wouldn’t send you into danger if they didn’t have to (and they’ve made that very, very clear) but you still find yourself plagued by doubts.

Just to be sure, you reach over for your phone and text Peter again. He’s still out doing patrols, but he texts back almost immediately. A few words from him, and you find your troubles falling away from you like stones skipped down a lake, slipping beneath the surface of your mind without a second thought. You fall asleep with a relaxed smile, hand resting on your phone as if it were a hand to hold.

The next day, you find yourself in the Avengers facility once again, suited up and ready to go. You know the plan to the most insignificant details, and can’t wait to get going. There’s a high tech facility on the outskirts of the city. You’ll be dropped off about half a mile in the distance, and from there, you’ll make your way on foot to the HYDRA base. There’s a room on one of the higher levels, and in there, you’ll find the hard drive. All you have to do is make it in and out without getting spotted.

You’re going undercover as a HYDRA trainee, so you’re dressed in the dark drabs of their soldiers. Once the Quinjet drops you off, you join the line of HYDRA agents filing into the building. You’ve been supplied with fake IDs and enough background information to pass muster, and you get in without much issue.

From there, you make your way up to the top floor. You’re posing as a technician, and so no one bats an eye when you stride through the twisting corridors to find a room full of blinking servers and whirring monitors. It’s empty, which is nice, so you don’t have to worry about people asking questions when you start rummaging around for the flashdrive. Steve and the others said it had been stolen from a S.H.I.E.L.D. data transfer about a week or so ago, so you need to get it back immediately.

At last, you find it plugged into a server on the far side of the room. All you had been told about retrieving it was to just get it and get out as fast as you could, no intricacies necessary. You stare at it for a heartbeat longer, then shrug and pull the flashdrive out, plunking it into a zipped pocket on your belt for safekeeping.

The second the flashdrive leaves the server, alarms start wailing from every corner of the room. The lights on the server start flashing a bright, warning red, and you swear under your breath. You hadn’t been told about any anti theft mechanisms, so your only option now is to get out before anyone realizes what happened.

You head to the door as fast as you can, sliding out into the hallway and taking off in the closest direction to the exit. No one has found you yet, but you can be sure that they’re converging on your location. Once you find a group of nearby agents, you slow your pace, doing your best to blend in as if you’re just another one of them.

A HYDRA superior agent jogs up, looking furious. “Intrusion in the third floor database center. Which of you came from that direction? We’ve narrowed the escape avenue to this hall.”

You start to panic, but manage to keep it inside. They must have monitored your flight from the security cameras. Why were they still functional? Usually, whenever the Avengers do extraction missions, they make sure that all security systems are fully under S.H.I.E.L.D. control before sending anyone in.

The group of HYDRA agents look amongst themselves, and then their gazes turn to you.

One of them steps forward, pointing a stubby finger at you. “She came up a minute or so ago. I don’t know who she is.”

The superior officer steps towards you, one hand reaching for his gun. “Where were you, agent?”

You do your best to seem innocent. “I just came from the eastern comms room. What’s going on?”

The officer narrows his eyes. “Show me your ID.”

You hand it over, and he examines it for a second. “Wait a minute. I head the tech division, and I’ve never heard of anyone with your name.”

He levels his gun at you, and you know that the ruse is up. However, you’ve still got one advantage, which is that this HYDRA goon has no idea that you’re anything other than a normal human being.

You have superhuman strength and flight as extra tools in your arsenal, and you use the foremost now to strike at the forearm of the HYDRA agent. You can hear the sound of bones snapping, and grab his gun when he drops it to point it at the other HYDRA agents. While they start to back away, you kick the first guy unconscious. A few of the other HYDRA soldiers try to rush you, but you manage to slam them into the wall before taking off down the hall. You can hear them start to radio in your presence, but you’re already skidding around corners and into an empty sector of the building before they can find you.

You’ve got to find somewhere to get away, and you’ve got to do it fast. You might be able to take on half a dozen guards, but you’re still stuck in a HYDRA facility full of soldiers who want you dead. Your gaze alights on the entrance to an elevator a little further down, and sprint into it. You slam your hand on the buttons, and just as the doors close, you see the soldiers round the corner.

You press the button for the highest possible floor, which should buy you a little time. You lean against the wall of the elevator, panicking. What do you do? You weren’t provided with an extraction plan, only the instructions to remain undercover. The more you think about the mission, though, the less it makes sense. Surely the Avengers would have a secondary plan if something went wrong, right? And why were none of the security systems dismantled?

None of it makes sense, and then it hits you. There was a reason the other Avengers were acting strangely when they gave you the assignment- they wanted you to fail. You were trying to go rogue too often, so they gave you this mission, knowing full well that you wouldn’t be able to do it by yourself. Then they’d be able to swoop in and save you, and you’d believe that the mission was a sign that you had to work with the team.

However, you still have to get out, and you don’t think you’ll be able to do it by yourself. You can’t call the Avengers and admit defeat, so you turn off your S.H.I.E.L.D.-issue microphone and comms unit before grabbing your phone, which you’d refused to leave behind. You call Peter, and practically sigh in relief when he answers.

“Peter, thank everything. I need your help.”

Peter sounds confused. “Sure. I don’t know what your classes teach, but I’m really good at math and science tutoring.”

You laugh in spite of yourself. “Not that sort of help. I’m kind of in the middle of a HYDRA building with no backup.”

You tell him about the Avengers’ trap, and he sounds just as furious as you feel.

The doors to the elevator open with a ding, revealing a squad of soldiers. You frantically press the button to close the doors again, and grab your gun to issue cover fire in the spare seconds before you’re safe again. You send the elevator back to the ground floor, and hope that the doors will stay intact. They’re already riddled with bullet holes, and you have no idea how much more they can take.

You can hear a flurry of activity on Peter’s side of the phone. “I’m heading over now. Can you send me your coordinates?”

You nod, and start to text them over.

Peter’s voice comes back as a crackle of static. “On the way. Hold tight, and don’t die.”

You grin. “Doing my best, Peter. See you soon.”

You hang up, and only then does the gravity of the situation start to abate. He’s coming. You’re no longer alone.

It takes Peter about fifteen minutes to show up, and those fifteen minutes are spent running around the HYDRA facility and trying not to die. The elevator doors get shot through after five minutes, and the remaining ten pass by surprisingly quickly. Time flies when you’re trying not to get killed, you suppose.

Peter comes just in time, too. You managed to back yourself into a corner, and you’re just about to prepare yourself to go out in a shootout when you hear the sounds of screaming approaching from around a corner. The HYDRA agents pause, confused, and then don’t have any more time to deliberate at all, because Peter’s webbed them to the walls with enough strength to send their guns ricocheting from their hands and onto the tiled floor.

You can’t help it, and fling your arms around him. “Thanks for coming. I don’t think I would have made it much longer.”

Peter doesn’t even hesitate before embracing you back. “Hey, I couldn’t leave you here in good conscience, could I? I’ll always be here to keep you safe.”

You flash him one last smile, then grab one of the abandoned guns from the floor. “Let’s get out of here.”

This, as it turns out, is far easier to say than do. For maximum security, there are few to no windows, which means that you and Peter can’t fly or swing out, respectively. You’re forced to brute forcing it out, but with hundreds of agents swarming on you, this feat is practically impossible. At last, after skidding around yet another corner to find more and more HYDRA agents converging on your location, Peter taps your arm and says he’s got a plan.

“There are a ton of high caliber engines and computer systems on this floor, right?”

You nod slowly. “Yeah, this is the HYDRA tech capital for the city.”

You swear that you can see Peter grin through the mask. “Perfect. What do you think would happen if we blew them up?”

Your laugh has a touch of mania to it, but that just fits with the absurdity of Peter’s idea. “We would take down the whole building, but we might be able to make it out.”

Peter starts running again, and you follow him. “That’s all the chance we need. Come on, we’re doing this.”

You lead him to the room of servers again. You can hear the whir of fans and motors, and realize that this room isn’t just storing information- it’s powering the whole complex. Peter doesn’t hesitate, but starts webbing everything up. The machines start to choke once their fans and gears are swamped with spider web, but he just keeps going.

You reach for the belt at your waist. “I’ve got a few standard-issue explosives.”

Peter nods. “On the count of three, launch them at the main processor.”

You turn to glance over at him. “That explosion could be big enough to kill us.”

He tilts his head to the side, considering this. “Only if we’re close enough to let that happen.”

Peter finishes webbing up the machines, then nods at you. “One, two… Three!”

You click the safety off of the explosives, and attach them to the biggest, most powerful machine there. “Let’s get out of here.”

Peter doesn’t stick around, but starts sprinting to the door at the same time as you. HYDRA agents have started to congregate in the hall outside, but the two of you run right past them. You can hear the roar of the first explosives going off behind you, and the last sensation you have before the floor underneath your feet ruptures is that of Peter’s arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him just as everything falls apart.

It has been dark for a very long time. Your senses return slowly; first the copper tang of blood on your tongue, then the smell of ash and smoke, then an overall ache in your limbs that doesn’t leave immediately. After a few more moments, you manage to open your eyes, but all you see is endless blue. It takes you a while to realize that the blue you’re seeing is the sky, and you’re flat on your back to stare at it. Peter must have gotten the two of you out just before the building exploded.

Peter. You sit forward abruptly then wince. You’re lying on a patch of charred earth and grass a few paces from the ruins of the building. Large chunks of concrete and metal litter the ground around you. You suppose it’s a miracle that you haven’t been hit, but instead of concentrating on that, you’re doing your best to find Peter. You try to call his name, but the words choke on your ash-streaked tongue and never make it out.

You turn and at last see him on your other side, just within reach.

You sigh in relief when he opens his eyes. “You alright?”

Peter nods. “I think so. I’m alive.”

You smile quietly. “I think that’s the most we can ask for.”

You want to stand up, but the exhaustion of having survived the explosion catches up to you and you slump back down against the ground, dazed.

Peter frowns, crawling over to you so he can make sure you’re alright. “Everything okay?”

You shrug. “I think so. I’m alive.”

He smiles, reaching out a hand to brush some ash from your cheek. His hand pauses there, against the curve of your face, and you’re not sure that either one of you wants him to take it away.

You swallow hard, tasting smoke against your tongue. “You didn’t have to come out here to save me. Thank you.”

Peter shakes his head. “Of course I did. There was never an option in which I let you go.”

You smile shakily up at him. “I could say the same thing about you.”

You’re fairly sure that you could lose sight of the rest of the world in Peter’s eyes, so when he leans down and kisses you, you almost don’t notice it at first.

Then it sinks in that you’re actually here and Peter is actually kissing you, so you kiss him back with everything you have. When he at last breaks away, Peter lies back down beside you, one hand reaching for yours. You think you could stay there forever, just the two of you staring up at the smoke curling up to touch that bright blue sky. The Avengers will come later, of course, to find that their test didn’t work out after all. Let them come, you think. You have everything you need right here beside you.

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Bookshop Girl

Chapter 2: Moony’s girl

Remus Lupin x fem! Hufflepuff! reader

Summary: The marauders find out about Remus’ bookshop girl, teasing him rotten while y/n tells her own friends about her encounter

Warnings: swearing, mentions of food and sex

a/n: 2.8 words, I’m so excited for this one, Alex is of my own creation he’s technically one of my OC’s dads, i tagged the people who asked and/or asked about part 2, I hope you enjoy and let me know what you think x

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“Pads, hurry the fuck up!” James roars down the platform, hands on his hips as he watches Sirius straight up ignore him, huffing as he realises it’s useless and turning back to look around for his other friends, spotting Remus as he approaches “Moony!” James calls, smiling and waving

“Hey Prongs” Remus says placing down his luggage before he gives James a hug “I’m assuming Pads is taking his sweet old time” Remus chuckles, he was pretty sure everyone heard James’ scream, some 1st years with muggle parents could be seen debating their choices about letting their children go

“Yeah he got caught up with some guy” James shrugs “I mean siriusly it’s like moths to a flame” he wiggles his fingers gesturing as Remus smiles realising how much he missed his friends over summer

“Hey guys!” Peter greets as he jogs up, placing his own luggage by Remus and James’ “How was your summer?” he asks smiling away clearly happy to see his friends as well

“Pretty good actually, we…” James replies but Sirius cuts him off as he waltzes up

“Oh yeah, pretty good if you count Mr dear over here talking about Lily every two minutes” he huffs rolling his eyes “How he’ll finally woo her now we’ve stopped bullying Snivellus…hey” he mocks arms waving around before snapping at James as he hits him in the back of the head “What was that for?” he asks annoyed shoving his friend back

“I told you not to call him that in public” James scolds him looking around to make sure a certain red head didn’t hear it

“Come on let’s go” Remus ushers them onto the train after hearing the distant warning whistle

“Alright mum” James teases as they climb on board

“Hot mum though” Sirius winks at Remus, making the boys chuckle and the scarred boy blush

“You know if Lily wasn’t the one for me I would Moony” James leans back teasing him some more, earning a playful hit from the boy as he blushes harder

“Just get your arses in gear and find us a free seat” Remus shakes his head laughing at his friends as he tries to compose himself

They make their way through the train, checking every now and again for a spare cabin “There’s one here” Peter calls out heading in followed quickly by the other boys

As they all get seated, Remus leans his head on the window, looking back towards the cabin door he sees a brief flash of someone with your hair colour making him smile. In his reminisce, he goes into his bag and pulls out the book he bought from you, beginning to immersive himself in it, completely blocking out the rest of the world as the train begins to pull away.

“Oh yeah” James sighs in pleasure as he gets himself comfy on the seat “Man I’m gonna miss these train rides”

“Can’t believe it’s our final year” Peter smiles sadly as he leans his head back

“Well we better make it a good one, eh Moony” Sirius smirks as he brings his legs up on the seat swivelling them around and laying his head in Remus’ lap, but the boy doesn’t react “You know I give and give and he just ignores me, my poor heart is breaking” Sirius says dramatically, back of his hand to his head before pretending to wipe a tear from his eye as James and Peter snigger at him, even more so as Remus doesn’t notice nor care

“Pads I think you’ve lost your touch” James teases wiggling his eyebrows

“Don’t you dare…” Sirius sits up quickly his forehead slamming into the hardcover of the book letting out a yelp before holding his head with both his hands groaning, head falling between his legs as he whines “…motherfucker that hurt”

“You okay?” Peter asks biting back a laugh while James has completely lost it to which Sirius just responds with a grunt and an inaudible mumble

Remus chuckles, closing the book “Serves you right for disturbing my reading time” he says before leaning over his friends’ shoulder “Although, are you alright?” he checks

“Yeah” Sirius nods squeezing his eyes together as his nose is scrunched up “I’ve had worse but merlin remind me to never piss you off with that monstrosity in your hand” he points to the book before going back to holding his head

“It’s not a monstrosity it’s beautiful” Remus says passionately, frowning as he holds the book close to him

James who has finally calmed down notices his attachment “What’s so special about that one Moony?” his eyes narrow in on the book, sure Remus was a bookworm but he was never this possessive over one before

“Umm…” Remus’ eyes widen a bit in panic, cheeks turning pink as shakes his head quickly, shrugging “Nothing”

“It’s so not nothing” James’ sits forward “Spill it” he half demands

Peter tilts his head as well listening intently with James for his answer “I just got it a couple of weeks ago” Remus tries to play it cool but his friends see right through it, even Sirius who doesn’t need to see his face

“You’re a horrible liar Moony” Sirius turns to him finally re-joining the conversation “What’s so important about it?” he asks as he swipes the book from Remus’ grip

“Give it back” Remus jumps at him attempting to grab the book back, climbing over Sirius as he pulls the book to his chest to hide it from Remus’ reach “Sirius give it back now!” he says more forcefully as he supports himself trying to grab it but Sirius keeps shifting

“Not…Moony merlin…until you tell us…that’s my arse Moony” Sirius struggles to get the words out as Remus continues his attempts

“Oh…” he lifts his hand off of Sirius’ behind but soon realises it was the only thing steading him as he falls off of the seat pulling the raven-haired boy down with him

They both groan in pain as they land with a rather large thump, James and Peter dying across from them. Remus recovers first snatching the book from the floor as he stammers back to his original seat, hair messed up and flushed.

Sirius groans as he sits up on the floor, remaining there as he recovers himself “You gonna tell us?” the boy wheezes as he catches his breath

“Yeah come on Moons tell us…although I think I speak for both of us that we would pay to see that again” James adds as Peter nods next to him grins plastered on their faces

“Fine” Remus concedes utterly embarrassed “I did get it a couple of weeks ago…but I got brought it from this bookshop and there was this…girl” he confesses

Sirius’ eyes widen “A girl? Oh, my merlin it’s finally happening” he turns to James and Peter who are equally excited “Moonys finally got himself a girl” he announces like it had just made his year

“I’m regretting this already” Remus mumbles to himself

“What she like?” James prods gently while Sirius decides to jump right in, hopping back up next to his friend “We’ll get to that, what did you get up to? You do what I taught you?” he asks making some hand gestures which makes Remus’ eyes widen face heating up as he goes bright red

“You said you wouldn’t bring that up again” Remus points at him slapping his hand to stop the crude gestures making the boys chuckle “And I we didn’t do…that” he takes a deep breath “We just spoke, had a couple of moments” his lips tug upwards as he thinks of you

“What does she look like, so I can picture the whole thing” Sirius asks motions his hands like he’s framing a painting

“I think you’re a bit too interested Pads” James gives his friend a pointed look as he chuckles, nudging Peter who just sniggers

“Hey, it’s not every day our pal gets caught up over someone, I mean last time it happened…well…” he defends himself before turning to Remus for the last part smirking as he wiggles his eyebrows

“Pads I will kill you” Remus gives Sirius a warning look before a small smile begins to spread across his face as he remembers that day “She was really sweet…and her voice was so soft. She was wearing this little cardigan that just hung off of her perfectly. y/h/c hair in a little bun, she had the prettiest y/c/e eyes as well” he gushes leaning his head back looking up smiling like a mad man

“Moonys in love” James sings as he leans into Peter wrapping his arm around him “Our boys growing up” he says like a proud mother

“I met her once” Remus tries argue, although, he had to admit as he heard himself he did sound like a lovesick fool

“Still man” James smiles “You’ve got it bad, I mean you sound like me”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about” Remus crosses his arms offended “And I do not sound…like him” he turns to Sirius “Right?” he looks at his friend a bit panicked

Sirius gives him a cringy look as he nods his head “You do sound a bit like Prongs” to which Remus’ eyes widen like he’s having a mini crisis

“What’s her name?” James leans forward towards Remus as do the other two

“No” he shakes his head pointing at them “I’m not telling you because I know you, you’ll track her down somehow” it was true despite them being purebloods they were pretty adapt with how to find muggles after the countless concerts they dragged him to, plus all they had to do was use your last name and find the bookshop hence discovering you

“Aww come on Moony” James whinges

“Yeah come on Moony” Sirius mopes crossing his arms “Don’t you trust us?” he puckers his lips giving him his best puppy eyes

Remus uses a finger shove Sirius’ forehead “On anything else, yes, with my life but…not with her, she’s too…” special, he finishes the sentence in his head after seeing his friends grinning at him

“Mornin doll” Amos greets as he takes a seat next to you, smiling away as he serves himself breakfast

“Mornin” you smile back, looking around to spot your other friend but he was nowhere in sight “Where Alex?” you ask after nudging him lightly

“Oh, some Ravenclaw needed to ask him something” he shrugs as he starts to munch down his breakfast “So did you hear about…” he starts looking over but you seem to be staring in the direction of the Gryffindor table, he doesn’t even need to check “You know if the wind changes you’ll be stuck like that” he jokes pulling you out of your little daydream of Remus

“Shut up” you pout at him scrunching up your nose before your mouth parts as you tilt your head “Where did you learn that phase?” you eye him

“What just because I’m a pureblood…” you look at him sceptically making him chuckle “…fine Alex told me, had you for a minute though” he concedes with a little grin

“I told you what?” Alex says as he practically collapses into the seat across from you and Amos looking a bit distressed

“What happened to you?” Amos inquires ignoring the question

“Well if you hadn’t abandoned me I’d be fine” Alex grumbles as he picks up some toast taking a rather aggressive bite

“You abandoned him?” you stare at your friend upset but it’s laced with amusement

“I didn’t” he defends himself “I just continued to walk, not my fault you stopped” he raises his hands gesturing as he muses

“So, what actually happened” you turn to Alex knowing that you’d never get a straight answer from Amos

“There’s this pureblood Ravenclaw in the year below and since this guy told her I’m a muggleborn she’s become obsessed” he points to Amos who lets out a nervous laugh while scratching the back of his head “God, she asks me like a million questions every time she sees me, what’s a microwave? Do muggles have different holidays to us? What’s this word or that word? How do cars work…how do cars work y/n” he goes off in a little rant while you and Amos bite back your smiles finding his distress a tad entertaining “How the hell do I know how cars work for all I know they could be fucking magic…what you looking at?” Alex’s voice raises a bit catching the attention of one of the Slytherin prefects, who looks at him disapprovingly before quickly looking away with a shook expression

“Merlin you scared him” Amos notes with a chuckle “Mate why don’t you just tell her you aren’t interested”

“You don’t think I haven’t tried? There’s only so many nice ways I can say I’m busy or I don’t want to talk to you before I just blow up and tell her to fuck right off” he huffs before catching your eye “I’m not actually going to tell her that though…probably” he smirks as you shake your head chuckling a little at him “Anyway, enough about my morning how are you two?” he shakes his head and his stressed look away as he smiles

“Y/n’s was staring at Lupin again” Amos nudges you while Alex gives you knowing look

“I wasn’t staring” you mutter in defeat

“You know it’s our final year maybe you could actually talk to him, he won’t bite” Alex jokes but as you go to open your mouth to speak he cuts you off “And that time in the library last year doesn’t count”

“I know” you grin at them

“Wait, have you spoke to him?” Alex’s mouth drops looking at you for conformation as does Amos

“He came into the bookshop a couple of weeks ago…” you answer excitedly “…and I held a conversation and everything” you say super proud of yourself “I think we even had a little moment”

“Go y/n” Amos wraps his arm around you giving you a little shake

Alex gives you a pleased smile “So, what did you talk to him about?” he raises his eyebrows

“Well he asked for a recommendation on the book…” your eyes trail to him, widening as your face lights up “…a book that he’s currently reading right now” you bite your lip as your smile, grabbing Amos’ arm and shaking it

“Hey…” he pulls his arm back “You know we have charms with him tomorrow so why don’t you talk to him then?” Amos suggests, to which your face morphs into a cringe “What?” he asks while both boys eye you

“He didn’t know who I was and I’m pretty sure he doesn’t know I’m a wizard” you answer shyly

“Why wouldn’t he know?” Amos tilts his head

“Because I didn’t tell him” you confess scratching your neck nervously

“You know” Alex nods deciding to focus on the good part “We should just look at the positive you finally spoke to him that’s what’s important”

“Yeah you did…oh…Potters approaching Snape this ought to be good” Amos says his voice trailing off as do all of your eyes towards the exchange

You all watch as James and Peter head out of the Great hall, the former too busy looking at Lily to notice he was headed right for the Slytherin boy, walking directly into him “Oh sor…” he starts as both of their faces harden, James seemingly fighting with himself before he takes a breath “I didn’t see you there. I’m sorry…Severus” the last part coming out reluctantly before he gives a curt nod and walks out of the hall with Peter following closely behind him

“Did…did Potter just call Snape by his actual name or did I hallucinate” Alex looks back at you, hands out like he was trying to test it wasn’t indeed an hallucination while Amos is in a dazed shock

“I believe so” you giggle a little pleasantly surprised by Potters actions

Amos’ eyes trail to the Gryffindor table “Looks like a certain Evans was impressed” he nods towards the girl with a joyful expression as she smiles to herself, you leaning to look behind Alex as he looks over his own shoulder

You smile at the girl’s happy demeanour before your glance over at your own marauder, except you don’t catch the eye of the one you intended. Sirius looks over at you smirking as he throws a wink your way, your eyes widen as you duck your head down making the boy chuckle to himself

“What you sniggering at?” Remus asks

“I think I’ve just found my first girl of the year” Sirius smiles to himself as Remus shakes his head too engrossed with the book to look over at Sirius’ latest conquest

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