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Sticky Situation - Peter Parker x Reader

Request: If requests are still open i think it would be cute if the reader and peter parker are hanging out she knows he’s spiderman and she has his spiderman hand and she’s playing w the mechanics and all of a sudden sprays webbing in her face and freaks out, peter needs to help her get it off her face, its cute and funny and part of a developing relationship idk thank you ❤️

A/N: Thank you for this request, I love cute budding relationship fluff! I hope this is what you wanted to see! Again, I’m so sorry that it took so long to get this request done, but I’m trying my best to get a little caught up. Anyway, I hope you all like it!

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- Written by Kat - 

What could be better than having a best friend that you spend nearly every weekend with? Well, that best friend being Spider-Man of course. You had known for months now and it still blew your mind that your best friend, Peter Parker, was the notorious, web-slinging hero.

Speaking of web-slinging, that was the topic of discussion that whole weekend. You sat on the edge of Peter’s desk, your legs swinging back and forth as you watched Peter scribble notes onto a discarded McDonald’s napkin. Equipment and various chemical containers were strewn about the room. To an outsider, it would look like a failed attempt at a science project, but you knew better. You and Peter had been working together to design a new type of webbing. Something that would be just as strong and pliable as his current webs, but with half the dissolve time. 

So far, you had managed to make… a mess.

“So, the overall senstile strength should be increased with the addition of a sodium polycarbonate, but the moment we add in the zinc sulfide…” Peter demonstrated by pouring a small amount into a beaker and stirring. As he continued to stir, instead of forming the normal sinews of webbing, the glass stirring rod snapped in half. “It’s basically concrete.” he sighed in defeat and leaned back in his chair, taking off his safety goggles and running a hand over his face.

Seeing him like this made your heart drop. You loved seeing him excited and passionate, that’s actually why you agreed to help him with this little project. Despite the fact that you barely knew enough to be helpful. So instead you settled for being the emotional support element.

Trying your best to smile encouragingly you leaned forward and placed a hand on his shoulder. His hands drew away from his face to look up at you, with his big brown eyes that always seemed to have bags under them. And there it was again, a feeling that you had been getting for months now, a warmth spreading through your chest, threatening to make its way onto your cheeks. Pushing past the feeling, you continued.

“It’s okay Peter, we will figure it out eventually.” you tried reassuring him. He smiled gratefully, placing one of his hands over yours on his shoulder. Wrapping his fingers around yours, he pulled it to his lips giving it a gentle kiss rubbing his thumb along the back of your knuckles like it was the most natural thing in the world to him.

Your heart nearly burst out of your chest. Why did he have to be so sweet to you?! He’s always been sweet, but recently it felt more and more like a ‘more than friends’ kind of sweet.

“Thanks (Y/N), I think I just need a break.” he said standing up and releasing your hand. 

“What do you have in mind?” you asked as he stretched his arms above his head, groaning like someone twice his age.

“Hmm…” his eyebrows drew together, lowering his arms and placing each hand on his hips. A small smirk pulled at his lips his eyes turning back to you. Oh, you knew that look. You had seen it a hundred and one times over the many weekends you had spent hanging out with Peter.

“Nachos.” you both said in unison. The two of you started laughing at your joint hive mind.

“Are you reading my mind again?” he asked walking to the door, ruffling your hair as he passed.

“Aren’t I always?” you joked back, not able to contain your smile.

“Careful, you never know what you might find in there.” he said turning at the doorway to flash you a mischievous wink before disappearing around the corner. The small wink had sent your heart pounding again. You swore sometimes that he knew what he was doing. That the small seemingly innocent things he did were somehow meant to make you feel like this.

You reached down and absentmindedly picked up one of Peter’s old web shooters. It was a little more low tech compared to the ones that Mr. Stark had given him but still worked just as well. You tinkered with the mechanics, still amazed that Peter could build something this complex with just some spare parts he found in shop class.

Peter really was just amazing in general. Good grades, lots of extracurricular activities, and even being a full-time superhero on the side. Could he get any more perfect? But still, every time he mentioned Liz, your heart aches. You had known Peter’s since you were kids, and you’re not quite sure when it started but, every time he walks into a room your mood instantly improves. His laugh makes your stomach fill with butterflies and his eyes, whenever he looks at you it feels like the world disappears.

Without noticing, you had strayed into La La Land, your fingers still mindlessly fiddling with the web shooter. You were watching what you were doing but for some reason, it just didn’t click that you were fiddling with the trigger. That is until a string of webbing hit you straight in the face. It covered your whole face, making it impossible to see, and even harder to breathe.

You screamed in surprise and fear, throwing the web shooter and tumbling blindly off of the desk onto the floor. Your fingers scratched at the sticky yet strong material, but every time you touched it, the more it seemed to stick to you.

“(Y/N)?!” you heard Peter yell. You tried to respond but all that came out was a muffled blurb. You jumped when you felt him grab your shoulders and tried to scream again the webbing seeming to stick to your lips making it impossible to move them.

“(Y/N) calm down!” Your heart pounded in your chest feeling like it was getting harder and harder to breathe. You could hear Peter rushing around his room mumbling to himself. Then he was back beside you. His hand reached behind you and cupped the back of your neck. “Okay, now don’t move. This may sting a little.”

Your ears were filled with the sound of a light buzz and the edges of your face felt like there were being stung by a swarm of tiny bees. Suddenly the film of web was torn from your face. You gasped for air, frantically feeling your face. The webs were gone and when you looked up you saw Peter watching you carefully.

“Are you okay?” he asked his eyes filled with concern. Tears pricked your eyes as you lunged forward wrapping your arms around his neck. He moved to wrap his arms around your waist burying his face in your hair. The two of you stayed like that for a moment, until you calmed down enough to pull yourself away from him.

His hands stayed around your waist as you waved at your face. The bee sting feeling fading into a numb tingling.

“That… was not fun.” you said shakily. Peter couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Would you believe me if I told you that I’ve done that to myself about a billion times?” A smile found its way to your lips despite your frazzled nerves. “That’s why I made this.” he held up a small metal tube that looked kind of like a flashlight. “It’s a low-frequency laser, it kind of stings but it’s the only thing to get the webs off skin without cutting you.” Once again you were amazed at Peter’s ingenuity.

“I’m glad you’re okay.” Peter said a slightly more serious look changing his face. His hands moved to cup either side of your face leaning forward, he placed a gentle kiss on the top of your head.

Now your heart was pounding for an entirely different reason. You swore that he was going to be the death of you. But honestly, you didn’t mind, as long as he was there to save you every time.

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Hey guys! Kat and I are working on a few stories together and we’re very excited to share them with you soon!! Lot’s of AUs with your favorite characters ;) keep a lookout for them soon!

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number 24 w bucky ? love u guys btw !

24: Which one gives the other a piggyback ride when they’re tired?

From THIS post

Every once in a while, you and Bucky would get dressed up and go out to have a proper, fancy dinner. While you both favored a movie date or a night in, it was a nice change in routine.

Getting prettied up for a night out is all fun and games until it’s time to head home in your way-too-high-heels. The apartment you share with Bucky wasn’t far from the restaurant, but your aching feet are too much to bear.

Bucky, his arm linked with yours, noticed you slowed down. If that didn’t give you away, the pained expression on your face definitely did. “I told you not to wear those.” He said.

He wasn’t angry or annoyed, but teasing with a smirk. “Oh shut up, they’re cute.” You say as you swat his arm. “Sometimes you have to sacrifice comfort yo look good.”

Your comment makes Bucky chuckle. “Sweetheart, you could go to dinner in fuzzy slippers and still be the prettiest one there.”

You roll your eyes but end up blushing anyways. You sure do love this man.

“Here,” he stops walking and moves to crouch in front of you, “hop on, baby.” You grin and don’t hesitate to wrap your arms around his neck from behind. Bucky hooks his arms around your legs and lifts you up off the ground.

“All good?” He asks. “Onward!” You order in response, causing Bucky to smile and start walking.

He carries you piggy-back style all the way back to the apartment.

God, you think to yourself, you really love this man.

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4 with Peter 😊

4: Which one tells the other not to stay up all night and which one stays up all night anyway?

From THIS post

Peter has a lot on his plate. It’s not easy being a friendly neighborhood Spider-Man and an excelling student at Midtown High. You had to give him props for his work ethic, though. He gets stuff done, even if that means not sleeping at all.

You’ve told Peter time and time again not to pull another all-nighter; you would do his homework for him, but Peter insisted he needed to do it by himself. He didn’t want you to do the extra work.

“I’ll be fine. Gotta get used to this life, right?” That’s his argument every time.

The next day, after countless pestering from you about not staying up all night, Peter is like a zombie at school. Even though he didn’t listen to you - again - you feel bad for him.

So, during lunch, you keep watch outside the auditorium so he can nap peacefully in the dark. You can’t be mad at Peter, he tries his best.

All you can do is take care of him when he pushes himself too far.

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9 with Bucky please

9: Which one drives the car and which one gives them directions?

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Bucky loves to drive. He loves the feeling of being in control, a feeling he doesn’t get to experience often. He uses any excuse to get into his truck and just drive. It helps clear his head.

His favorite thing, though, is road trips with you. When you and Bucky get a couple free days, you pack up his truck with bags and snacks and head out on the open road. He drives and you operate the GPS on your phone. He refers to you as his co-pilot.

Bucky doesn’t mind that you insist on controlling the music since he “shouldn’t be distracted while driving.” You put together different playlists for every road trip and sometimes he thinks he actually enjoys the music from today. (You played an Ed Sheeran album on one of your trips together and he’s been a fan ever since.)

Bucky loves to drive, but he loves to drive with you in the passenger seat more.

Music playing, windows down, his hand on your thigh, you guiding him on your next adventure together. Bucky wouldn’t have it any other way.

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10 with Steve pls

10: Which one does the posing while the other one draws?

From THIS post

You and Steve have a special coffee shop that you frequent. Not only was it the place where you two first met, but it’s also one of those quiet, hole-in-the-wall places where nobody bothers you. This is convenient because Steve tends to draw a crowd - for obvious reasons.

The coffee shop visits quickly became your weekend routine; something to look forward to. You would bring a book and Steve his sketchbook and talk about your week over coffee before falling into your own activities, the silence between you comfortable.

Sometimes Steve will sketch the cups on the table or other customers, but his favorite subject was you.  

It wasn’t long into the relationship that he had memorized every line and curve of your face. He had drawn you so often - whether you were in front of him or not - that he could sketch you with his eyes closed. You are his inspiration, his muse.

Sometimes you would pose for him, but Steve liked to capture you naturally. Your hands cupping your coffee mug while your attention is drawn to life outside the window of the shop, or your nose buried in a book and your expression captivated. Steve loved capturing these moments.

He thinks to himself that he can fill a million sketchbooks with you, just you, and it still won’t be enough for him.

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OTP Questions!

In honor of us hitting a thousand followers, here are some OTP questions!

1: Who spends almost all their money on the other?

2: Who sleeps in the other’s lap?

3: Who walks around the house half-naked and who yells at them to put on some clothes?

4: Which one tells the other not to stay up all night and which one stays up all night anyway?

5: Which one tries to make food for the other but burns it all by accident and which one tells them that it’s okay and makes them both cookies?

6: Which one reads OTP prompts and says “Oh that’s us!” and which one goes “Eh, not really”?

7: Which one constantly wears the other’s clothes?

8: Which one spends all day running errands and which one says “You remembered [thing], right?”

9: Which one drives the car and which one gives them directions?

10: Which one does the posing while the other one draws?

11: If they were about to rob a museum, which one does backflips through lasers and which one is strolling behind with a bag of chips?

12: Which one of your OTP overdoes it on the alcohol and which one makes the other stop drinking?

13: Which one likes to surprise the other with a lot of small random gifts?

14: Which one keeps accidentally using the other’s last name instead of their own?

15: Which one screams about the spider and which one brings the spider outside?

16: Which one gives the other their jacket?

17: Who keeps getting threatened by the other’s overprotective older sibling?

18: Who’s the first one to admit they have feelings for the other?

19: How good would your OTP be at parenting?

20: Which one types with perfect grammar and which one types using numbers as letters?

21: Who gets attacked by a bully and who protects them?

22: Who makes the bad puns and who makes a pained smile every time the other makes a pun?

23: Who comes home from work to see that the other one bought a puppy?

24: Which one gives the other a piggyback ride when they’re tired?

25: Which one competes in some sort of activity and which one does the overzealous cheering?

26: Who takes a selfie when the other one falls asleep on their shoulder?

27: Which one would give the other a makeover if they asked?

28: Which one owns a pet that the other is absolutely terrified of?

29: Which one holds the umbrella over both of them when it rains?

30: If your OTP went on vacation, where would they go and what would they do? Who would take the pictures?

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REQUESTS ARE NOW OPEN

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MASTERLIST

(LAST UPDATE: JUNE 1)

Since I couldn’t get the original masterlist setup to work, this one is going to be rebloggable. If there are any problems with any of the links, please let us know! We’re always adding to the list, so don’t forget to check for updates on your favorite stories!

Bucky Barnes 

You Saved Me - Brie

Living Nightmare - Kat

State of Mind (OC) - Both

Chapter 1

To Save a Life - Kat

Part 1 

Part 2

Basorexia/Apodyopsis - Brie

Casual Friday - Kat

Stormy Night - Brie

“Merry Christmas” - Brie

Favorite Disney Movies (ask) - Brie

The College Student Stereotype - Brie

Steve Rogers

Banana Pancakes - Kat

Marks - Brie

La La Land - Brie

Blue-Eyed Hero - Kat

Peter Parker

”I’m Spider-Man” - Brie

Savoir - Kat

Nickname - Kat

Freedom - Kat

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Mamihlapinatapei - Brie

Secrets - Brie

Part 1 

Part 2

Part 3

Cheiloproclitic/Mamihlapinatapei - Brie

Love Songs - Kat

Lazy Saturdays - Brie

Updates by Peter Parker - Brie

Favorite Disney Movies (ask) - Brie

Sleepover - Brie

Photo Booth (ask) - Brie

Sticky Situation - Kat

Peter Parker Drabbles

Kisses

Feelings and Fluff

Cheesy Lines

Tony Stark

Basorexia - Brie

Apodyopsis - Kat

Clint Barton

Dating 101 - Kat

Pietro Maximoff

Apodyopsis - Kat

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Sticky Situation - Peter Parker x Reader

Request: If requests are still open i think it would be cute if the reader and peter parker are hanging out she knows he's spiderman and she has his spiderman hand and she's playing w the mechanics and all of a sudden sprays webbing in her face and freaks out, peter needs to help her get it off her face, its cute and funny and part of a developing relationship idk thank you ❤️

A/N: Thank you for this request, I love cute budding relationship fluff! I hope this is what you wanted to see! Again, I’m so sorry that it took so long to get this request done, but I’m trying my best to get a little caught up. Anyway, I hope you all like it!

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

- Written by Kat - 

What could be better than having a best friend that you spend nearly every weekend with? Well, that best friend being Spider-Man of course. You had known for months now and it still blew your mind that your best friend, Peter Parker, was the notorious, web-slinging hero.

Speaking of web-slinging, that was the topic of discussion that whole weekend. You sat on the edge of Peter’s desk, your legs swinging back and forth as you watched Peter scribble notes onto a discarded McDonald's napkin. Equipment and various chemical containers were strewn about the room. To an outsider, it would look like a failed attempt at a science project, but you knew better. You and Peter had been working together to design a new type of webbing. Something that would be just as strong and pliable as his current webs, but with half the dissolve time. 

So far, you had managed to make… a mess.

“So, the overall senstile strength should be increased with the addition of a sodium polycarbonate, but the moment we add in the zinc sulfide…” Peter demonstrated by pouring a small amount into a beaker and stirring. As he continued to stir, instead of forming the normal sinews of webbing, the glass stirring rod snapped in half. “It’s basically concrete.” he sighed in defeat and leaned back in his chair, taking off his safety goggles and running a hand over his face.

Seeing him like this made your heart drop. You loved seeing him excited and passionate, that's actually why you agreed to help him with this little project. Despite the fact that you barely knew enough to be helpful. So instead you settled for being the emotional support element.

Trying your best to smile encouragingly you leaned forward and placed a hand on his shoulder. His hands drew away from his face to look up at you, with his big brown eyes that always seemed to have bags under them. And there it was again, a feeling that you had been getting for months now, a warmth spreading through your chest, threatening to make its way onto your cheeks. Pushing past the feeling, you continued.

“It’s okay Peter, we will figure it out eventually.” you tried reassuring him. He smiled gratefully, placing one of his hands over yours on his shoulder. Wrapping his fingers around yours, he pulled it to his lips giving it a gentle kiss rubbing his thumb along the back of your knuckles like it was the most natural thing in the world to him.

Your heart nearly burst out of your chest. Why did he have to be so sweet to you?! He’s always been sweet, but recently it felt more and more like a ‘more than friends’ kind of sweet.

“Thanks (Y/N), I think I just need a break.” he said standing up and releasing your hand. 

“What do you have in mind?” you asked as he stretched his arms above his head, groaning like someone twice his age.

“Hmm…” his eyebrows drew together, lowering his arms and placing each hand on his hips. A small smirk pulled at his lips his eyes turning back to you. Oh, you knew that look. You had seen it a hundred and one times over the many weekends you had spent hanging out with Peter.

“Nachos.” you both said in unison. The two of you started laughing at your joint hive mind.

“Are you reading my mind again?” he asked walking to the door, ruffling your hair as he passed.

“Aren't I always?” you joked back, not able to contain your smile.

“Careful, you never know what you might find in there.” he said turning at the doorway to flash you a mischievous wink before disappearing around the corner. The small wink had sent your heart pounding again. You swore sometimes that he knew what he was doing. That the small seemingly innocent things he did were somehow meant to make you feel like this.

You reached down and absentmindedly picked up one of Peter’s old web shooters. It was a little more low tech compared to the ones that Mr. Stark had given him but still worked just as well. You tinkered with the mechanics, still amazed that Peter could build something this complex with just some spare parts he found in shop class.

Peter really was just amazing in general. Good grades, lots of extracurricular activities, and even being a full-time superhero on the side. Could he get any more perfect? But still, every time he mentioned Liz, your heart aches. You had known Peter's since you were kids, and you're not quite sure when it started but, every time he walks into a room your mood instantly improves. His laugh makes your stomach fill with butterflies and his eyes, whenever he looks at you it feels like the world disappears.

Without noticing, you had strayed into La La Land, your fingers still mindlessly fiddling with the web shooter. You were watching what you were doing but for some reason, it just didn't click that you were fiddling with the trigger. That is until a string of webbing hit you straight in the face. It covered your whole face, making it impossible to see, and even harder to breathe.

You screamed in surprise and fear, throwing the web shooter and tumbling blindly off of the desk onto the floor. Your fingers scratched at the sticky yet strong material, but every time you touched it, the more it seemed to stick to you.

“(Y/N)?!” you heard Peter yell. You tried to respond but all that came out was a muffled blurb. You jumped when you felt him grab your shoulders and tried to scream again the webbing seeming to stick to your lips making it impossible to move them.

“(Y/N) calm down!” Your heart pounded in your chest feeling like it was getting harder and harder to breathe. You could hear Peter rushing around his room mumbling to himself. Then he was back beside you. His hand reached behind you and cupped the back of your neck. “Okay, now don't move. This may sting a little.”

Your ears were filled with the sound of a light buzz and the edges of your face felt like there were being stung by a swarm of tiny bees. Suddenly the film of web was torn from your face. You gasped for air, frantically feeling your face. The webs were gone and when you looked up you saw Peter watching you carefully.

“Are you okay?” he asked his eyes filled with concern. Tears pricked your eyes as you lunged forward wrapping your arms around his neck. He moved to wrap his arms around your waist burying his face in your hair. The two of you stayed like that for a moment, until you calmed down enough to pull yourself away from him.

His hands stayed around your waist as you waved at your face. The bee sting feeling fading into a numb tingling.

“That… was not fun.” you said shakily. Peter couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Would you believe me if I told you that I’ve done that to myself about a billion times?” A smile found its way to your lips despite your frazzled nerves. “That's why I made this.” he held up a small metal tube that looked kind of like a flashlight. “It's a low-frequency laser, it kind of stings but it's the only thing to get the webs off skin without cutting you.” Once again you were amazed at Peter’s ingenuity.

“I’m glad you're okay.” Peter said a slightly more serious look changing his face. His hands moved to cup either side of your face leaning forward, he placed a gentle kiss on the top of your head.

Now your heart was pounding for an entirely different reason. You swore that he was going to be the death of you. But honestly, you didn’t mind, as long as he was there to save you every time.

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do u think u could do a peter parker x reader headcanon about taking pics together in a photobooth? love your writing btw!! xx

A/N: This was so fun to write I literally wrote it in one sitting! I hope you love it as much as I do! (Posting as an ask because it’s a headcanon.)

What do you call a high school prom without a photo booth? A disappointment. Thankfully, Midtown High School did not disappoint. “Peter, look!” You pointed to the booth that was set up in the corner of the gym. While Peter was one who preferred to be behind the camera, he didn’t mind being dragged over to the line at the booth. He loved seeing you so excited.

There was a table next to the line that was cluttered with props like a paper mustache on a stick or a speech bubble that says “BEST NIGHT EVER!” You looked over your options and decided on paper heart-shaped glasses attached to a stick. “This is appropriate.” You face Peter, bringing the glasses up to cover your eyes. This earned you a shy laugh from him. “How about this?” He picks up another stick prop with big, red lips attached. He brought it up to his mouth and made obnoxious kissing noises at you.

“Next!” A bored but intense looking teacher in charge of manning the photo booth called. You and Peter walk forward, pushing the curtain aside and sliding in. “No funny business in there.” The teacher warned, narrowing his eyes at the two of you.

Peter pulled the curtain shut before the two of you burst into giggles. “No funny business in there.” Peter says in a mocking tone, causing you both to dissolve into laughter. “Alright, Parker. I hope you have your poses in mind. We only get four pictures.” You tease, reaching forward to press the start button.

“Way ahead of you, babe.” He grins and leans in close to you, putting his prop up to his mouth. You do the same with your heart-shaped glasses for the first picture, bringing the prop down after you hear the first click of the camera.

“Next!” Peter mocks the teacher again and you can’t help but laugh again.

The screen in front of you counts down from five as you and Peter scramble to get into position for the next pose. When the camera clicks a second time, you and Peter are squeezing each other’s cheeks, making what your mom would call “fishy lips.”

The screen counts down again. Two more pictures left. Before you can move into another position, Peter pulls you onto his lap and wraps his strong arms around you. He rests his chin on your shoulder and smiles sweetly into the camera. You were positive he could feel how hard your heart was beating. Looking at the preview of you two on the screen, you lay your head against his and smile, trying to ignore the burning of your cheeks. You’re positive they will show up bright red in the pictures.

Click.

One more picture left. The countdown starts again. You turn your head to look Peter in the face. “Got any ideas for the last one?” You ask.

“Just one.” He replied.

Peter held you tighter to him and kissed you. You and Peter have been dating for a while now, but every kiss still felt like the first. It was exciting and sweet and it still made your heart race.

You were so wrapped up in the kiss that you didn’t even hear the final click of the camera. The two of you only broke apart when the teacher waiting outside threw open the curtain.

“I said no funny business! Out, now!”

You and Peter scrambled out of the booth, holding back laughter. It wasn’t until after you snatched the pictures from the tray on the outside of the booth and were a safe distance away that the two of you burst out laughing.

“I said no funny business!” This time it was your turn to mock the teacher, causing a new wave of laughter from Peter. When you finally calmed down enough to catch your breath, you and Peter looked down at the pictures you had just taken. The photobooth, thankfully, printed two strips so you both could keep one.

Peter looked up from his strip and smiled at you. “You’re beautiful, you know that?” You grinned in response, feeling your cheeks get hot again. “That’s funny, I was just about to say the same thing about you.”

Peter laughed and took your hand, giving it a soft squeeze. “I love you.” He said.

“I love you, too.” You handed him your strip of photos to put in his pocket for safe keeping. “Now come on, Spider-Boy, let’s go dance.”

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do u think u could do a peter parker x reader headcanon about taking pics together in a photobooth? love your writing btw!! xx

A/N: This was so fun to write I literally wrote it in one sitting! I hope you love it as much as I do! (Posting as an ask because it’s a headcanon.)

What do you call a high school prom without a photo booth? A disappointment. Thankfully, Midtown High School did not disappoint. “Peter, look!” You pointed to the booth that was set up in the corner of the gym. While Peter was one who preferred to be behind the camera, he didn’t mind being dragged over to the line at the booth. He loved seeing you so excited.

There was a table next to the line that was cluttered with props like a paper mustache on a stick or a speech bubble that says “BEST NIGHT EVER!” You looked over your options and decided on paper heart-shaped glasses attached to a stick. “This is appropriate.” You face Peter, bringing the glasses up to cover your eyes. This earned you a shy laugh from him. “How about this?” He picks up another stick prop with big, red lips attached. He brought it up to his mouth and made obnoxious kissing noises at you.

“Next!” A bored but intense looking teacher in charge of manning the photo booth called. You and Peter walk forward, pushing the curtain aside and sliding in. “No funny business in there.” The teacher warned, narrowing his eyes at the two of you.

Peter pulled the curtain shut before the two of you burst into giggles. “No funny business in there.” Peter says in a mocking tone, causing you both to dissolve into laughter. “Alright, Parker. I hope you have your poses in mind. We only get four pictures.” You tease, reaching forward to press the start button.

“Way ahead of you, babe.” He grins and leans in close to you, putting his prop up to his mouth. You do the same with your heart-shaped glasses for the first picture, bringing the prop down after you hear the first click of the camera.

“Next!” Peter mocks the teacher again and you can’t help but laugh again.

The screen in front of you counts down from five as you and Peter scramble to get into position for the next pose. When the camera clicks a second time, you and Peter are squeezing each other’s cheeks, making what your mom would call “fishy lips.”

The screen counts down again. Two more pictures left. Before you can move into another position, Peter pulls you onto his lap and wraps his strong arms around you. He rests his chin on your shoulder and smiles sweetly into the camera. You were positive he could feel how hard your heart was beating. Looking at the preview of you two on the screen, you lay your head against his and smile, trying to ignore the burning of your cheeks. You’re positive they will show up bright red in the pictures.

Click.

One more picture left. The countdown starts again. You turn your head to look Peter in the face. “Got any ideas for the last one?” You ask.

“Just one.” He replied.

Peter held you tighter to him and kissed you. You and Peter have been dating for a while now, but every kiss still felt like the first. It was exciting and sweet and it still made your heart race.

You were so wrapped up in the kiss that you didn’t even hear the final click of the camera. The two of you only broke apart when the teacher waiting outside threw open the curtain.

“I said no funny business! Out, now!”

You and Peter scrambled out of the booth, holding back laughter. It wasn’t until after you snatched the pictures from the tray on the outside of the booth and were a safe distance away that the two of you burst out laughing.

“I said no funny business!” This time it was your turn to mock the teacher, causing a new wave of laughter from Peter. When you finally calmed down enough to catch your breath, you and Peter looked down at the pictures you had just taken. The photobooth, thankfully, printed two strips so you both could keep one.

Peter looked up from his strip and smiled at you. “You’re beautiful, you know that?” You grinned in response, feeling your cheeks get hot again. “That’s funny, I was just about to say the same thing about you.”

Peter laughed and took your hand, giving it a soft squeeze. “I love you.” He said.

“I love you, too.” You handed him your strip of photos to put in his pocket for safe keeping. “Now come on, Spider-Boy, let’s go dance.”

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can't believe i've never come across your blog before. your fics are light and easy to read, i enjoyed reading them. you guys are amazing, hope you keep doing what you do!

This is so sweet! Thank you so much for the kind words! We like the way you described our storeis ☺️ Thank you!!

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The College Student Stereotype - Bucky Barnes College!AU x Reader

Prompt: Finals week is hell. You’ll need all the help you can get.

A/N: Here it is! Finals are coming up and I got way inspired. Had this idea in the middle of the night and forced myself to write some of it down so I wouldn’t forget. PLEASE let me know what you think! Did you enjoy it? Should there be more parts? 

- Written by Brie - 

Every college student stereotype you’ve ever heard is true. Every one of them. Some students come to lectures still in pajamas, some students live off a strict diet of Ramen and energy drinks, and some students have a breakdown in the library at 2 am. You were the latter stereotype.

Exam week had the whole campus scrambling to the library and any building that sold caffeine products. Even at 2 am, students were still going strong. Never underestimate a college student the day before a test; they are an unstoppable force.

Except for you.

It seemed like everyone around you was getting stuff done and understanding their material. Some students even left the library before midnight. That was no easy feat. You swore you’ve been staring at the same page for nearly three hours, absorbing nothing. You and the big ass philosophy textbook in front of you were getting nowhere. You felt hopeless.

Before you knew it, tears began to flow. You tried to hide them at first, wiping away under your eyes, but as the weight of the situation settled in, you gave up.

If you failed this exam, you will have to take the class again, and you did not have the money for that right now. Pushing your dignity aside, you sniffed loudly, laid your head down on your arms, and cried.

You were absolutely screwed.

“Hey.” A soft yet strong voice sounded above you. It was a guy, you thought to yourself, great. You hoped you didn’t leave snot under your nose as you lifted your head to look up.

James Barnes was the textbook definition of a frat guy - on the outside, that is. Even at 2 am he was dressed to impress. He had on an obnoxious colored polo that was still tucked into his khaki shorts, coffee in hand, shoulder length hair pulled back with a hair tie. He also donned those ugly boating shoes that you were positive they gave out to guys after they joined a fraternity.

However, you’ve heard from classmates and friends alike that he was the exact opposite of whatever stereotype frat guys carried with them like baggage. You’ve never met him properly before, though, and you definitely couldn’t remember which fraternity he was in (even though you’re pretty sure you’ve stopped by his frat’s event table before for a free t-shirt when you didn’t feel like doing laundry that week.)

“Hi,” you said, sitting up in your chair, “I’m sorry if I was being too loud-” you began to apologize but James was quick to interrupt. “You weren’t. Don’t worry.” He gave you a reassuring smile.

Suddenly feeling self-conscious, you wipe your eyes and notice your mascara has rubbed off onto your sleeve. Great. You must have looked horrified at this discovery because James was quick to say something. “Don’t worry, you look great.” He chuckled softly, “You’ve got a good smokey eye going. It works.” If that was his attempt to make you smile, it worked, but only a little bit.

“I’m James, by the way.” He smiled. He had a really nice smile.

“(Y/N).”

Without invitation, James pulls out the seat across from you and sits down. The coffee that was in his hand was now being pushed towards you. “You looked like you could use a little pick me up.”

“Wow… thank you.” You said, genuinely thankful.

“Happy to help.” James smiled and leaned forward on his forearms. “What are you studying for?” He was looking upside-down at your textbook. Strands of his dark hair fell forward and you couldn’t help but admire how they framed his face nicely.

“Philosophy.” Your answer made him groan. “That class is the worst. Who do you have? Dr. West?” He groaned again when you nodded.

“I had him last semester. He’s rough, isn’t he?” This time it was your turn to groan. “I know, right? He talks too fast, he rarely answers emails, and his tests cover things we were never lectured on!” You rolled your eyes, exasperated. This made James laugh. He had a very attractive laugh. It was a deep, hearty laugh that moved his shoulders up and down. You wanted to hear it again.

“One good thing about Dr. West,” he taps your textbook with his index finger, “his final exam is basically the same every year.” He sat back a bit in his chair and looked at you, a lazy smile on his lips. “I could help you if you want?”

First, he buys you coffee, then he offers to help you study for a life or death exam? How could you decline an offer like that?

“I wouldn’t mind that at all.” You answered with relief. “Thank you so much.” James shook his head. “It’s not a problem at all. I’m happy to help, trust me.”

And you did. He moved his chair to sit next to you and helped you study for this goddamn nightmare of an exam. He reviewed with you, quizzed you, and even made a practice exam. By 7 o’clock that same morning, you knew all the material like the back of your hand. You couldn’t thank James enough. He helped you through all the frustration and groans and even some tears, and he didn’t yawn once. He was patient with you, sometimes having to explain a concept more than three times. How could you even repay him?

You and James walked out of the library together, exhausted but smiling. “I think you’re all set, (Y/N). Go get a few hours rest and knock this exam out of the park!” How he managed to keep his energy all this time is beyond you, but it was infectious.

“You know it!” You grinned, turning towards him once you reached the bottom of the library steps. “Let me buy you lunch sometime? To properly thank you and all.” It wasn’t nearly enough of a thank you to repay him for saving your ass, but it was all you had to offer.

James grinned in response, showing off all of his perfect teeth. “Sounds like a date to me.”

The two of you swapped numbers before parting ways. He entered his name in your phone as “Bucky.” When you questioned him about it, he gave you that brilliant smile of his and replied, “That’s what my friends call me.” Friends. You liked that.

A week later, sitting at the desk in your dorm, you checked to see if your final grades were posted and nearly had a heart attack. Not only had you passed the class, you also got a big, fat 100% on the final.

The thought that crossed your mind immediately after finding out the good news was to call Bucky. He answered on the first ring.

“(Y/N)! What’s the news? Break it to me gently.” He greeted with caution, but you could practically hear his smile on the other end.

“Straight 100, baby! We did it!” You replied, trying not to squeal out of excitement. “Nuh uh, you did it. You took that exam, you earned that grade by yourself.” Before you could protest about him being so humble, he spoke again. “I’m proud of you, (Y/N), I really am.” He sounded genuinely happy for you, which made your heart beat a little faster than it already was.

“Now,” he was grinning, you could tell, “how about that lunch?”

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I love you!!!!

LOVE YOU TOO! Thanks for your support and patience ❤️ Always thinking of you guys!

- Brie

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Hi! Is there going to be any more chapters for Freedom?

Of course! I’m playing around with a couple of ideas right now, while also working on a couple other requests. I just wanted to get some of the requests done before I pick it back up again. Sorry about the long wait, I just really want to get the story right. Thank you so much for reading and supporting us! I’m so happy you liked the story, and its questions like this that really inspire me to keep writing. 

- Kat

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Dating 101

Request: Can I request one where the reader is clints daughter and she lives in the tower with him? She went out on a date with a guy and he made her stay out past her curfew so she comes home pissed with blood on her hands and arms. Clint freaks out seeing her like that and she's like 'oh it's not mine, it's his' she tells her dad the guy got pushy with her and refused to drive her home till he got something from her so she kicked his ass. Clints beaming with pride and laughing - @purplekitten30

A/N: Hey guys! I’m really sorry I haven't been writing much and Brie has been taking care of the blog mostly alone for the past couple months. She has done such a good job at keeping us alive and I just want to thank her for that, and you all should to, because without her I would have never found the motivation to write again. I love you kiddo!!

Anyway, I hope you all like this one, I know I’m a little rusty. Sorry @purplekitten30 , for how long it took to get your request done, I hope you enjoy it!

- Written by Kat - 

Clint paced nervously in the living room of the Avengers tower. Chewing on his nails, he alternated between feelings of worry and anger, glancing from the clock hanging on the wall, to his phone on the counter. 

Where could she be? She had left hours ago explaining that her date would have her home by 9:00 pm. It was now 10:15, and he hadn’t gotten word form her yet.

He jumped at the sound of Tony walking into the room. Tony paused in the doorway looking at his teammate, who looked like he was about to either kill someone or call the cops. 

“What are you doing?” Tony asked crossing the room to the adjoining kitchen. “(Y/N)’s not home yet.” Clint answered checking his watch again. Tony proceeded to pour himself a bowl of cereal. Tony chuckled to himself, a sly smirk on his lips. 

“Don’t ruffle your feathers too much there momma hen. She's on a date.” Tony answered without concern. He winked at Clint and wiggled his eyebrows. “She’s most likely with that boy-”

“Zip it Stark.” Steve's voice cut in. “(Y/N) is not like you, she wouldn't make her dad worry for the sake of a hot date.” Steve continued speaking, moving further into the room, placing a comforting hand on Clint’s shoulder. 

“I’m sure she’s fine Clint. (Y/N) is a smart girl, and you raised her well.” Steve tried to reassure him, flashing a half-hearted smile which Clint returned, not able to shake the uneasy feeling stirring in the pit of his stomach. 

Another hour passed, and still no sign of (Y/N). Tony had conceded that there could possibly be something other than innocent teenage fun involved. He and Cap had offered to go out and look for her, and after the thousand calls sent to voicemail, he was about ready to send out the whole coast guard. 

His mind was racing in overdrive, various terrible scenarios playing on a loop in his mind. You could have been kidnapped, or in a ditch somewhere! What would your mother do to him if you didn't show up soon, or god forbid, not at all? They would never find his body. The sheer thought of you never returning drove him to his feet. He rushed through the room, grabbing his coat on the way, calling out instructions as he headed for the elevators.

“Tony, I want you to start scanning for (Y/N)’s cell phone activity, I know that it’s off right now, but I need a complete history of where she was before it shut off. Try and see if you can’t track her movements through security cameras around the city.”

“You got it boss” Tony nodded turning away to pull up a holo-screen. Hacking into the security feeds was technically illegal, but he didn't mind doing it. They all loved (Y/N), and would do anything to get her home safe. “I’ll come with you.” Steve said, following after Clint. Clint nodded in appreciation, reaching the elevators and quickly pressing the arrow. His foot tapping impatiently as he waited.

“I swear to god Cap, if she is hurt… I’m going to find that-” “SON-OF-A-BITCH!” the elevator doors parted to reveal a bloody and very pissed (Y/N).

There was a brief moment where no one spoke. The two Bartons simply stared at each other. Clint took in the sight of his daughter, her face was clouded with anger, flecks of blood coating her arms and hands. There was a rip in the new shirt which now looked like it had seen war.

Clint rushed forward, not able to contain the sigh of relief that escaped from him as he enveloped her in a crushing embrace.

“Jesus Christ kid…”  he exhaled into her hair trying to hide the tremble in his voice. He pulled away, taking her face in both of his hands, scanning her for any injuries. “ are you okay? Where are you hurt? Tell me what happened.” Clint fired off quickly, moving to examine the rest of her limbs to find the source of the blood. 

“Dad… dad I’m-” (Y/N) tried to say but was cut off by her frantic father dragging her form the elevator, poking and prodding her for injuries. 

She couldn’t help but chuckle, reaching out to grasp her dad’s hand before he could run off to grab the med kit. Clint stopped, looking back, confused by the gentle smile on her face.

“Dad I’m fine, I’m not hurt.” she explained giving his hand a light squeeze. 

“But the blood and-” (Y/N) chuckled once again, shaking her head.

“It’s not mine.” she said simply. Clint’s eyebrows drew together in confusion, prompting another gentle laugh from his amused daughter. “It’s his.” she said stepping to the side, gesturing to Steve, who was busy hauling an unconscious and bloodied man out of the elevator. He set him on the ground where the man groaned in pain, only shifting slightly.

“Oh…” Clint said looking at the man, who was beaten to a pulp and obviously having a very rough day. He wondered how this happened, then he looked to his daughter, who watched the man with viheminance, her scraped knuckles clenched at her sides. Then it clicked. “OHHH!”

“Yea,” (Y/N) replied exhaling roughly and turning back to Clint. “long story short, he got a little handsy, and when I told him no, he took my phone and tried to be tough by smashing it” she proceeded to pull out small bits of broken phone from her pocket, showing them to her dad, and placing them on the table as though she needed evidence to support her story. “Needless to say, this attitude earned him a righteous ass beating.” Clint watched her as she ran a thumb over the scabs that had hardly formed on her knuckles, looking more like a shameful child than the woman who left a grown man bleeding on the floor.

“Sorry I brought him here, I didn’t think I hit him that hard but next thing I knew he went limp and…” the man on the floor coughed and spit out what appeared to be a tooth. Clint’s eyes widened slightly before looking back to (Y/N). Pride welled up inside of him as he watched his daughter, who was still so concerned about a man he would have killed. He reached out and wrapped her in his arms again, holding her tightly as she buried her face in his shirt.

“It’s okay kiddo, you’re not in any trouble. You did the right thing.” he said stroking her hair smiling to himself. “He’s lucky it was you and not me. Would have been a lot worse for all of us.” he mused earning a chuckle form (Y/N). He held her tightly, proud beyond belief of the beautiful and strong woman he had raised. He placed a small kiss on the top of her head before pulling away, whipping a small dot of blood from her cheek. 

“Now let’s get you cleaned up, if your mother sees you like this, your date is not going to be the only one bleeding on the floor.” he joked earning another laugh, despite the fact that he knew the statement could not have been truer.