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saved some Bucky fics in my likes to read tonight before bed I’m so excited heh

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this bucky with this steve

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@mo-mode you. 👏 are. 👏 a. 👏 GENIUS. 👏 NO WONDER WE WERE ALL GETTING THOSE OG WATTPAD/TUMBLR VIBES UGH I LOVE IT~

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Bucky Barnes in Thunderbolts* New Avengers’ end credit scene (2025)

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I have now seen Thunderbolts and all I can say is… WE ARE SO BACK BABY

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"what a nerd lol" i said with barely controlled lust

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sIR

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Happy new year sweet angels 🩷

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If you’re going to be at home like me for New Years might I suggest reading the tasm!Peter fic I wrote based on the Taylor swift song New Years Day 👀

*slides fic towards you*

NEW YEARS DAY— P.PARKER

↳In which love can expressed in many ways and Peter Parker experiences it all.

warnings: slight angst, but a happy ending I promise.

word count: 1.8k

pairing: tasm!Peter Parker x gn!reader

a/n: I haven't proof read this so sorry in advanced for any mistakes! This fic is inspired by Taylor Swift's song New Years Day. I wish you all a very happy New Year!! <3

Love.

They say that it has many forms.

It’s familiar, like the smell of his cologne that lingers on all of his clothing.

“Here, sorry it’s the only thing I had in my locker.” Peter’s hand was extended out to you, a blue sweatshirt. You smile shyly to take it from him, putting it on and covering the large stain that covered your clothes thanks to Flash.

“Thanks Peter…” you bury yourself in the sweater, it smells like him. You try to hide your smile as Peter closes his locker and turns back to you. “Anytime.” he gives you one of his boyish smiles before walking you to class.

It’s comforting, like the warm embrace of someone who loves you.

You walk behind Peter who was standing at his uncle's headstone and place a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“I’m sorry about Uncle Ben, he was a good man.” you hear Peter sniffle before he falls to his knees and begins to cry. Without even a second passing you follow him to the ground and pull him to your chest. Allowing him to cry on your shoulder as you play with his hair and whisper comforting words in his ear.

“You’ll be okay Peter, I’m here for you. I’m not going anywhere.”

It’s undeniable, like shy smiles and lingering glances at one another. The type where you know you are destined to be with that person.

“Door’s open!”

You enter Peter’s house to find Aunt May in the kitchen cooking dinner.

“Hi May!” you greet happily and make your way into the kitchen. The older woman beams at you “Peter is running a bit late, but he told me he’ll be back soon.” you watched as May moved back and forth from peeling vegetables to stirring the pot on the stove.

Rolling your sleeves up, you immediately took over peeling all the veggies “You don’t have to do that, Y/N. You’re our guest!” you smile warmly at the woman and shake your head “May, I’m afraid that my genetics won't allow me to just sit here and not help you.”

May laughed and the two of you began to chat as you cooked. Unknowingly, Peter was watching from the doorway with nothing about adoration in his eyes. It was in that moment that he knew that you were his person.

It’s passionate, like dancing in the rain with one another. A romantic scene you thought only existed in movies and romance novels.

“Peter. What are you doing?” you squealed as he pulled you into the pouring rain with him. You threw your head back and let the rain fall on your face. You closed your eyes for a moment, allowing Peter to steal uninterrupted glances at you. He moved closer and pulled you into his arms, he placed both of your arms around his neck before moving his to your waist.

“What are you doing, Peter?” you asked, squinting as the rain blurred your vision. Peter leant down and placed his forehead against your own before he began to sway the both of you. A million untold words flashed through Peter’s gorgeous eyes, he lovingly rubbed his nose against your own before leaning closer— his lips only centimeters away from your own.

“Checking something off my bucket list.” was his response as he moved closer to you and brought you in for a kiss that made your mind go all fuzzy and your knees weak.

It’s dependability, like sharing secrets and knowing that the other person will stick by your side no matter what.

You heard a tap at your bedroom window. Furrowing your eyebrows, you grab the closest thing you could find to use as a weapon which happened to be Peter’s skateboard. Inching closer to the window you were shocked to find an injured Spider-Man clinging to your window.

“Oh my gosh!” you yelled, dropping the skateboard in shock. You watched as Spider-Man raised a hand to his mask and yanked it off revealing the bruised and bloodied face of your boyfriend.

“Shit!” you yelled, rushing to open your window and helping him to your bed. You kissed his forehead and without a word helped him clean and stitch his wounds before giving him a change of clothes he had left at your house before.

As you two cuddled in your bed, you stroked Peter’s hair trying to do anything to ease his pain “Y/N… I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.” you shook your head and stroked his cheek “Don’t be sorry, you weren’t ready to tell me then and I understand that.”

Peter’s eyes filled with tears, he truly didn’t deserve you.

It’s breaking your own heart by pushing them away to keep them safe.

“I’m sorry, Y/N… It’s over.” Peter said monotonously, avoiding eye contact with you.

“Haha, is it April fools? What’s the date.” you laughed, not looking up from where you were typing away on your laptop.

“I’m serious, Y/N.” Peter spoke more urgently this time, looking up from your laptop you realized that Peter wasn’t kidding around.

“Is there someone else?” you asked, you knew deep in your heart that this wasn’t the reason. Peter had shown you more love than anyone in your life had shown you. There had to be another reason, another explanation. It was probably Spider-Man related, right?

“Peter, please talk to me.” you pulled yourself from the bed and placed your arms on his shoulder, pleading with him to look at you. To let his eyes show you what he wasn’t telling you.

But all Peter did was shrug you off him and walk away.

It's the heartache that sits heavy in his chest as he tries to convince himself it was the right thing to do to keep you safe.

The sobs that escaped your mouth as Peter walked away from you that day were gut wrenching. It took every bit of willpower he had not to turn around and scoop you into his arms. To tell you that there is no one else, that he’s doing it for your safety. That Harry Osborn had threatened your life.

But he knew that if he told you. You would fight your way back into his life. That there was nothing and no one that could stop you from loving him and that’s what shattered his heart into a million pieces.

But you were the only person with glue strong enough to put his heart back together.

It’s the realization that no matter what you do, no matter how the two of you have become strangers, the melodic laughter of your lover is imprinted into your brain forever and you want to drown in it.

It was New Years Eve, Peter was patrolling the streets making sure that no drunken civilians harm themselves or one another. After looking around the spot he had positioned himself at he swung onto the roof of the next building which happened to be a restaurant.

Just as he was about to move on, he heard a familiar laugh come from the balcony of the restaurant. The sound was so beautiful, yet sounded so forced. Getting closer, Peter noticed you standing on the balcony with some guy. He crawled as close as he could to get a better look at you.

You looked radiant. You were wearing your favorite outfit, one that Peter had told you you looked amazing in on a number of occasions. Your hair was styled so beautifully with little diamond clips, he leaned closer and squinted at one of the bigger ones and his heart dropped when he saw a glittery spider in the center of the hair clip.

He watched as you drank your drink and listened uninterested as some guy tried to flirt with you. He hated to admit that he was jealous, but he felt a warm feeling spread through his chest as he watched you reject that guy.

Ha! That guy was definitely not your type.

Peter was...

Thankfully, before Peter could even think of becoming sad, the guy talking to you was being dragged back into the restaurant by a woman leaving you all by yourself on the balcony. Peter waited for a moment, unsure if you would follow the man inside but you never did. You put your drink down and moved to the side of the balcony, out of the view of the party guests.

Peter decided that it was now or never. He shot a web and turned himself upside down, slowly he lowered himself until he was in front of you. You gasped in shock and leaned closer, there was no doubt about it that it was your Peter in front of you right now. You turned around to see if any of the other party guests were watching, but they were all too immersed in the fireworks show at the other side of the room.

10

9

The countdown had begun and Peter was becoming increasingly nervous or maybe it was all the blood rushing to his brain.

“Y/N… I know I'm the last person you want to see right now. But I was just swinging past when I heard laughter, but it wasn’t just any laughter, it was your laugh and I just couldn’t help myself…”

8

7

“No matter what I do, my eyes are looking for you in every room I enter. My ears listen for your corny jokes and that beautiful laugh of yours. My nose tricks me into smelling your famous cinnamon hot cocoa and my body tricks itself into thinking I'm hugging you while I sleep and when I wake I'm all alone.”

6

5

4

“Y/N, I pushed you away because I was scared of you getting hurt because of me. Because of Spider-Man. But I’m living my life miserably because I’ve lost my other half. My soulmate.”

3

“I know I’ve probably lost my chance at having you in my life again, you’ve probably moved on and have fallen in love. But you’re it for me, Y/N. I can’t deny it anymore”.

2

Tears filled your eyes at the love confession, you let out a choked sob before smiling at the masked man “There’s never been anyone else, you dumb spider boy. I’m all in.”

1

You pulled Peter’s mask down enough to reveal his mouth and kiss him. Every kiss you had shared in the past was always full of love and passion. But this kiss, it was a silent commitment to one another, that you would never part again no matter what life threw your way.

HAPPY NEW YEARS!

Peter quickly flipped himself the right way around before scooping you into his arms. “What are you doing?” you asked laughing, Peter pulled you close to him “I’m taking the love of my life home and we’re going to spend all of New Years Day watching movies and snuggling”.

Love.

It’s knowing that there is someone out there who you share half a soul with.

That sometimes you have to lose what you have, to realize how much this person has changed your life for the better. How they fight for you no matter how dangerous it is.

That’s what love is.

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TWO GHOSTS — P. PARKER {4}

↳In which two people, trying to move on from the loss of their lovers, find themselves fated to one another.

pairing: tasm!Peter Parker x female!reader

warnings: NWH SPOILERS! angst, mentions of infidelity

a/n: hi my loves I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to update this fic. It’s a little rushed and I haven’t edited it but I wanted to get it out to you all for Christmas. There will be an epilogue after this. I hope you all love it. Happy holidays! 🩷

You felt a little bit of normalcy being back in your own world. It had been a year since the multiverse events. You resumed work straight away and threw yourself into it. That was the only way you could distract yourself from Pretty Brown Eyes Parker. Your dreams were constantly plagued with him, manifestations of what could have been. The life you two could have lived. So work you would if it meant it would keep the heartache at bay.

And it did work, for a little bit. It was only until you see the first fall of snow that you felt that sharp pang in your chest again. Yes you were safe and had decided to befriend your Peter and Harriet. You thought when Peter arrived at work it was to see Harriet now that she was off maternity leave but it was to see you. He wanted to make emends and invite you to baby May’s 1st birthday. To say you instantly fell in love with baby May was an understatement, strangely enough there wasn’t one part of you that was jealous or sad anymore. Your heart without you giving any permission belonged to someone else, someone worlds apart.

Every time you saw a flash of orange your heart leapt in the hopes that Pete came back for you, that somehow he begged Doctor Strange to open a portal back to you. But alas it was always a traffic light or shop sign.

“Thank you for being here Y/N, it means a lot to Harriet.” Peter of your universe pat you on the shoulder in a nostalgic way, you smiled and nodded your head and handed him baby May’s birthday present. “Actually, I go by MJ now.” You smiled at Peter in a friendly manner. There was no love between the two of you anymore, but you remained civil. Besides, you only had eyes for one Peter now and it sure as heck wasn’t this universe’s one.

The party went along in a blur and you found yourself fiddling your keys, the familiar Empire State keyring missing that you gave to Pete made your keys feel light and mundane now. You chuckled and pushed yourself off the wall you were leaning on, making your way to Peter and Harriet you bid them farewell and made your way out onto the snowy street.

You cursed under your breath for not bringing a warmer jacket for you walk home. You had rushed straight from work to the birthday. Pulling your lab coat closer to your chest you shoved your freezing hands into your pockets, you furrowed your brows when your fingers brushed against cool metal. You pulled the object out of your pocket and realised it was Doctor Strange’s ring.

You had forgotten that you had kept it. Looking down at the ring you clutched it tight in your fist before running home.

You were going to do it.

You were going to make your way back to him. You didn’t care how, you two belonged together there was no doubt about it.

When you got home you quickly packed a backpack with all your special items and things you needed. Clothes and other things were replaceable, a love like that wasn’t.

Grabbing some paper and envelopes you wrote a resignation letter to your work, a letter to Peter and Harriet and one to Gwen’s family. They would think that you moved countries for a work opportunity. But unbeknownst to them you’d be in a whole different universe.

There was nothing keeping you here anymore. Running downstairs to the postbox you quickly sent the letters off before preparing yourself for this new journey.

Slipping the ring onto your fingers you took a deep breath and tried to recall how Strange moved his hands to open the portal. Closing your eyes and thinking only of Peter you moved your hand in a circular motion until you felt heat and saw a bright light through your eyelids.

You gasped, it had worked.

Stepping through the portal you made your way into an unfamiliar apartment building. Walking around you observed all the photos on the wall, and there his smiling face was. You were in the right place.

Taking off your backpack you placed it by a gorgeous Christmas tree. You smiled at all the spiderman decorations on the tree before your hand stopped at a familiar keyring. Peter had placed the Empire State keyring you gave him in the centre of the tree. You let out a sob, this confirmed that you weren’t insane for traveling across universes for this man.

You were brought out of your thoughts when you heard the door open. Before you could move, a dog ran into the room and licked you. It was a brown Labrador. You leaned down to pat the pup and noticed its name was Mocha. Your favourite coffee.

Butterflies erupted in your stomach and your chest warmed. You were seconds away from seeing the light of your life. The man who gave you hope and made you feel loved within minutes of you meeting him.

Hearing footsteps coming closer you looked up to find Peter walking towards the kitchen across from where you were standing. When he called out to Mocha and she didn’t respond Peter turned around to face you. Eyes wide, jaw slacked he dropped all the groceries that were in his hands. He blinked and rubbed his eyes as if he were dreaming. He looked as beautiful as the day you lost him. Fluffy brown hair tucked under a beanie, plaid jacket and scarf hanging off his lean frame.

“Y/N, a-are you really here?”

All you did was nod your head, afraid your voice would betray you. That was all it took for Peter to rush over to you and embrace you tightly. Together the two of you wept in eachother arms.

Peter brought his hands to your face and cupped your cheeks. “So I’m not dreaming?” You laughed and pulled the familiar handkerchief he had given you, bringing it to his face to wipe his tears. “No you’re not Tiger, I’m real. I traveled across universes for you.”

Peter let out a laugh of joy before pulling his lips to yours in a kiss that one would describe as something from a romance novel or movie. You always dreamt that your first kiss with Peter would be sweet and gentle but how wrong were you. This kiss was passionate and full of need. All the pent up emotions, the grief, the longing was packed into one kiss. After a while you broke apart breathless. Peter’s face streamed with tears again as he kissed your forehead.

“Are you here for good?” He whispered, waiting for the pin to drop and for the two of you to be separated again. You smiled affectionately at him and stroked his cheek, he looked at you like a lost puppy. “You and me forever Pete, that is if you want me?”

His eyes widened “Are you kidding me! I literally wished for you under my Christmas tree this year and here you are.” He lifted your feet off the floor and carried you to the hallway. Sheepishly he pointed above to the roof where a piece of mistletoe hung.

“I mean… rules are rules.” Peter blushed, waiting cheekily for a kiss. How could you say no to him ever again. Grabbing his cheeks in your hands you kissed every inch of his face.

“Merry Christmas, Peter my love.”

“Merry Christmas, my MJ.”

to be continued in the epilogue….

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*covered in blood* I'm literally fine guys. im still funny. Would you like to hear a joke Im going to tell you a joke

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And my other marvel acc before I moved to this one was 2018!!!!!

apparently, I joined this tumblr place at 1/3/20, 7:25:00 AM.

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Giving this a little boost again since it’s been a hot minute.

MYPALBUCK’S MASTERLIST

a compilation of fluff, angst, comedy, tropes and alternate universes. please note that I don’t write smut.    ➯ check my pinned to see if requests are open    ➯ i write for marvel/sony characters and misc characters played by the mcu cast!

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last updated: 24/12/21

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