#also you know how people go 'As soon as something happens Parker's the first one to run off and hide? he's such a coward!'

[feleshero]

Little Miss Hardy Came out to party And thieve 'til break of day!

Along came a spider, Who crawled down inside her And frightened Miss Hardy away.

[rmoonstoner]

Just A Taste

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Pairing:

SPIDER-Man/Man-Spider Peter Parker x fem!Sorceress!reader

Warnings:

18+, monster fucker smut, oral(female receiving), p in v sex, cream pie, biting, scratching, sex pollen(it's Peter's venom), size kink(peen is massive), mild rope kink, sex with a man spider, come eating, cum dumpster, a bit of ass play, over stimulation, sweet and rough monster boi

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Summary:

You are Doctor Strange's and Christine's daughter. Your mother died a long time ago, and your father now runs the Sorcerer's Guild and is the Sorcerer Supreme of Earth 591D3R. You are your father's apprentice and live in the New York Sanctum. One night, a break in the Sanctum causes you to make friends with an unlikely creature.

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One night, your father had asked you to watch over the Sanctum while he attended a meeting with the other Masters. It was concerning a rebuild of the Kamar-Taj after Wanda came through like a hell storm. You didn't want to go there anyways, because it wouldn't matter what opinion you had, everyone would ignore you and ask the doctor for advice. It didn't matter that he would give the same answer, only for them to be delighted about it and pretend you never said anything in the first place.

Lucky for you, Stephen had noticed, and that was another reason you weren't accompanying him this time. He was going to bring up the elephant in the room, and question the others as to why they treated you like a child. You were twenty two years old, and had been practicing magic since you were three.

He was confident that you could replace him soon, mostly so he could retire and go live with his girlfriend on Mars. You wanted that for him, more than the title of Sorcerer Supreme. She made your father happier than you'd ever seen him, aside from the times you would make him proud with your ever growing abilities in the Mystic Arts. He was nearly fifty years old now, and he'd been a grumpy old wizard for most of your life until he met the beautiful plant lady, who also happened to be a mutant.

That opened your eyes to the possibilities that were out there. You didn't have to limit yourself to your own kind, and your dad wouldn't care who you chose, so long as they made you happy and treated you right. You had your fair share of flings the past two years, and none of them seemed right for you.

There was always something lacking in the people you went on dates with. At first the potential partners were boring normal people. That was fine, but you found that their physical appearances, no matter how socially attractive they were, didn't really get you going. The sex was just as boring and unsatisfactory as the dates were.

And it didn't help things any that almost all of your dates were absolutely trying to brown nose their way into talking to your father. They treated you like some dumb little girl, and that pissed you off so much. Didn't they know that you were your father's daughter? Didn't they know that you inherited all his will and strive for greatness? Did they forget your memory was just as perfect as your father's, and you could be as petty as the great Doctor Strange?

No. They never did. And they never saw it coming when you started to ghost these people and ignore them. The last date you went on, was with some guy named Harry Osborne, the son of a rich business owner. The guy was a self-centered douche, and he spent the entire night talking about how he could make a lot more tech, if he could just get his hands on a magical energy generator. That the last one he had, didn't work the way he needed, so he 'disposed' of it like it was trash

He wasn't subtle about you being the generator, either. He acted like it would be such an honor for you to basically be his battery to power his laboratory. By the time the wine hit the table, you had gotten up and declared that you were not interested in being a glorified Barbie battery, and you left through a portal right there in the dining hall of the most prestigious restaurant that New York had.

That had been two weeks ago, and since then, tabloids went through the local and international news about how the Sorcerer Supreme's daughter had bravely turned down a corporate tyrant. Some painted you as the bad guy while most of the others printed that he was a jerk that tried barking up the wrong tree.

Either way, when your father read about it, he ended up making an appearance in his classic and terrifying smoke and brimstone way at Oscorp. He raised a big stink about how Norman's son was an idiot and to stay away from you and his end of the city or else. Poor Norman was confused, because he hadn't been in town for the past two months.

More tabloids went out the following day and claimed that Harry had been demoted. That made you so delighted to hear.

But tonight all you wanted was to watch a good movie and eat absolutely all the snacks that your dad left out for you as a thank you for doing his job for the night. It would be easy, barely an inconvenience, as he had the automated magical security system going, which would alert you to any unauthorized intruders.

The movie in question was a cheesy romance story with subtle horror elements. It was a woman moving to a cabin in the woods, trying to live the simple life. After being there for a few weeks, she started receiving gifts at her doorstep, which was eerie and unnerving, because she lived in the middle of nowhere. Over time, she caught glimpses of a beastly looking creature that would never be there at a second glance.

It ended up being some sort of large man that had multiple arms and multiple eyes like an insect or a spider.

The story went on to the woman catching him in the act of leaving a basket of berries at her door. When she opened the door for him, he jumped back and stared at her, scared and observant. She invited him into her home, and that's when the spicy parts began.

You fanned yourself as you watched the oddly best acted part of the movie. You knew the actors weren't actually having sex, but it was thrilling all the same. Thrilling enough to consider sticking you hand into your pants and enjoying the film's ridiculously long sex scene.

Let's face it, you totally did. When it got nice and good you felt relaxed and really going with the flow, until…

CRASH

You heard a shattering of glass and a loud thud. You jumped and used your magic to pause the television as you turned in the direction of the noise and froze.

You heard the sounds of shuffling, then glass being swept up, and an odd animalistic grumbling. You quickly scooted over to the doorway and peaked out into the hall, seeing a light on in the sitting room your dad used to entertain his guests that weren't heros and just regular everyday people.

Why didn't the alarms go off? Only unauthorized people would trip the sensors, so it had to be someone that was allowed access to the sanctum. Someone your father or you knew.

You got closer and looked into the room, seeing a single old lamp on in the corner, a shadow in the center of the room, sweeping the floor with three brooms. Where did it even find three brooms? Either way, you quickly loaded a couple of spells up into your hands, preparing for an attack if needed.

"Um, hello? Who are you, and why are you in my Sanctum?" You boldly asked as you stepped into the room, hands clearly holding a crackle of blue light in one hand, a conjured shield in the other.

The thing turned around and looked at you as it made a weird chittering noise and motioned to the glass on the floor like it was obvious as to what it was doing. You didn't get any threatening vibes as it went right back to trying, and failing, to clean up its mess from the broken window. You took pity on the poor creature and cancelled your spells out, going to cast a spell to fix the glass and clean up the mess instead. After, you flicked on another lamp to give a little more light.

The creature finally turned around and sighed, giving you a full view of how relieved it was. You saw that it was a man, possibly human, but he was off.

He looked like the creature in the movie you had just been watching, but even more attractive. This one had a beautiful mop of brown hair on his head, and his eight eyes were all twinkling in the light as he stared at you.

"You're… You're not doctor…" He grunted harshly, his mouth opening in the same manner a spider's would if it could talk. You stared at his teeth, the fangs specifically, seeing that he was drooling ever so slightly.

"No. I am not my father." You replied and told him your name. He looked confused.

"Who are you?" You asked, and he slurred a bit to clear the drool from his mouth as he wiped it with one of the backs of his six hands.

"Spider-Man."

"Spider-Man? But dad said you disappeared last summer."

"Oscorp. They did this. To me." He seemed to have troubles speaking. From what you remembered of the stories your father had told you, Spider-Man was a great hero, and he had suddenly vanished last summer and didn't come back. He was thought to be dead.

And Oscorp? Oh God that made you so mad, especially after the Harry incident.

"I should have known… Was it Harry? Did he do this to you?"

The man nodded and groaned as he crouched onto the ground and stretched like a cat, then he sat there staring up at you.

"My dad said you are a scientist. He wouldn't tell me your name, but after that horrible date I had with Harry, his ramblings, and seeing you, I can confidently say that you're Peter Parker." You said softly and he looked surprised.

"How you know?"

"Peter Parker went missing around the same time. Harry talked about you at great length and he mentioned he hates spiders." You replied and he huffed and stood back up, only to sniff the air a few times.

"So, yes, you're Peter Parker? Please answer me." You asked and he looked up at you, his eyes all blinking at once.

"Yes. Also monster. Horrible. Gross." He whined and looked down, his nose still sniffing as he moved along the carpet on all eight limbs towards you. He'd stop occasionally and look around, then keep scuttling until he was at your feet. He sat on his heels and looked up at you, head tilted to the side.

"No. You're not a horrible and gross monster. You're a man with a condition. A hero that needs help." You gently reached out and placed your hand in front of his face to see what he would do.

He leaned forward and sniffed it, and his eyes suddenly closed and he sighed. Peter leaned forward and rubbed his face against your hand, his tongue coming out to lick at your skin. You blushed at how he ran the thick muscle all over your fingers suggestively, and then sucked them into his mouth.

"O-ohhh…" You breathed as you remembered it was that hand that you had used to pleasure yourself during the movie. The thought alone had suddenly made you wetter than you had been during the film, and Peter had instantly noticed.

"Taste and smell good." He rumbled as his hands came up, all six of them, each one reaching for you. Two hands grabbed at your waist, another two grabbed your hands, and the final set grabbed your ankles.

In a swift movement he had you on your back on the floor, legs and arms spread out as he crawled over you, his eyes looking down at your form in your pajamas.

"Smell good." He groaned as he leaned down closer, his mouth just inches away from your neck. You felt a bit of lukewarm spit fall onto your skin, making you twitch and squirm.

"Smell so good." Peter said as he nuzzled your neck and began to inhale your scent.

"P-peter…" You breathed his name when his hands fumbled with your shirt and he brought two hands to your breasts and pawed at them.

"Soft." He said as his tongue came out to lick along your neck, his fangs grazing you gently.

"Warm. Very warm." He growled into your ear. You shuddered as he lifted your hips to his and he ground into you, soaking your panties and sweatpants through.

"Want taste. Taste good." Peter cooed while he started tearing your shirt and pants off of your body with ease. You shook in the cold night air as he stripped you bare and looked down at his handiwork.

"Pretty." Peter hummed gently, his mouth going to cover the juncture of your shoulder and neck. You could feel his fangs sink into your flesh painlessly, and as they went in, you could feel him secreting something into your bloodstream as well.

Oh fuck. This was how you were gonna die. Being eaten by your dad's friend, now turned into a man spider beast.

But why was it so hot? Why weren't you feeling any pain? You could still move and breathe, well as much as he would allow since he had a hold of your limbs and body. You could wiggle your fingers and toes, and move your head around freely. The more you moved, the more you felt a fire in your belly, and hot tingly feeling all over.

It went straight down to your core and made you ache painfully. You found yourself bucking up against him and whining as he pulled and tugged on your nipples with his fingers.

"Pete… Peter… Oh fuck… That feels so good…" You moaned to him and he answered you by growling deeper and letting go of your chest, his hands going down to waist and fumbling with his pants. He quickly pulled his cock out and you glanced down to see that it was massive and covered in thick veins. The head was engorged, leaking a heavy glob of precome that dripped down onto your mound and dribbled down through your soaking wet lips.

"Want more. Pretty hole. Dripping. Feel good." Peter's gravelly voice rattled you to your core and made the ache stronger and your pussy gush and clench around nothing. He chittered and gripped himself tightly, giving himself a good stroke and pushing another glob of precome out over your clit. His other hand came up, using his fingers to spread your lips and his thumb to rub his slick all over your sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Ah-ahhh!" You panted as he trilled and rubbed the head of his cock against your opening. It made you squirm and look at him, seeing that he had four of his eyes trained on your face.

"Want to fuck..?" He groaned, almost like he was now just trying to ask if this was okay.

"Please, Peter… Please… Fuck me… Put you cock inside me and fuck me, please?" You whined and begged him, and he growled and wasted no time. He pushed himself inside easily with all of the slickness you both had provided, but he was still massive and stretched you to your limit. You normally would have been in pain and fighting back, but whatever he injected you with had made it so easy to take him without hurting you.

And you wanted more.

"Good. Feels… S'goood." Peter moaned and stilled when he could go no further. You could feel his heavy balls resting on your ass, his cock pulsing rapidly.

"So tight…. So good… So wet…" He huffed as his hips began to move. He moved you around to press himself as deep as he could get, which involved hoisting you up into his lap as he cast a few webs up at the ceiling. He hung himself upside down so you were right side up, using gravity to his advantage.

In your haze of feeling exceptionally full, you felt him chitter to you as he held you tightly against him.

"Mine now. Mine. Please you good. Stay here." He hummed as started to buck into you.

"Harder…" You whimpered with each gentle thrust and begged him to go harder. He was happy to oblige you and he went hard and deep, using his many limbs to pull and tug your body in a way that he hit your gspot and ground himself against your clit with each thrust.

"So good… Warm, tight…" Peter pressed your body flush against his as he kissed you. It felt strange, but nice, feeling the way his tongue slithered around and how his lips melded with yours so easily.

You could feel his cock pulse harshly as he howled and let go of your mouth to bite down on your neck again. He felt you come undone as he pistoned into you and pumped you with more venom as he came inside of you. You felt his hot seed fill you up and leak out, but he didn't seem to be finished yet.

You could feel his cock swelling as he fucked you and kept filling you up with his come. You whined as he let your arms go to wrap his around your body as he snarled and kept going. All you could do was cling to him, one hand digging into his back, the other fisting his hair tightly as he pounded hard into you.

He spent a good thirty minutes like that in a relentless assault on your body. You were delirious the entire time, gasping, moaning, screaming for him to give you more. When he was finally finished with you, he didn't pull out. Instead, he wrapped you close to his body with his webbing, keeping himself firmly planted inside of you as he made sure you were comfortable.

You were so tired and whatever venom he put into you left you sleepy and unwilling to move. He made a pleased purring noise as he crawled along the ceiling down the hallway to your room. With barely a noise, he made a nest at the top of your four poster bed and cradled you in his arms for a long while.

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You woke up suddenly, feeling confused and very sore. Your head was on something hard and fleshy, and you could hear a steady heartbeat and breathing. You lifted your head and went to move, only to find that you couldn't.

Not only were you bound to whoever was underneath you, they also had their painfully large and hard cock buried inside of you. You whimpered as you tried to tug on the webs, finding them not cooperating at all and they were just sticking to your fingers. You looked down and saw the man responsible for your current predicament.

Peter Parker, the Spider-Man turned Man-Spider. He was snoring peacefully, a fine line of drool on his chin with messy and tussled hair. With his eyes closed, his face looked peaceful and almost completely human, but you knew better. His six arms definitely were a dead give away, two of which were firmly wrapped around you.

You suddenly heard a thud outside of your door and you panicked, thinking your father had come home earlier than expected. You struggled for a moment, getting frustrated with how Peter seemingly stayed out cold while you freaked out.

How would you explain this to Stephen?

Oh hey, dad… So uh, your friend that you thought had died, he, well, just showed up last night looking for you, and um… We banged and he now has me hostage in my own room with his dick. While hanging in a webby nest above my bed.

Yeah, no. That wasn't gonna fly with him, and you knew it. You quickly leaned over Peter and grabbed his face.

"Wake up!" You tried unsuccessfully to wake him, but the jostling around seemed to be working. You moved your hips, gasping when his cock twitched and plumped up even more.

"Peter, please. Please wake up. I think my dad's outside the door!" You hissed as you slapped him awake. He sat up, confused and growling for a moment, until he saw it was you.

"Whaaat?"

"My dad. He's come home." You said again. Peter's face twisted into a look of worry and he looked down to see why you were panicking.

"Shit. Sorry." He apologized and cut the webbing that was holding you to him. You managed to get off of him, with a whole bunch of come rushing down your legs and to the bed below. He quickly twisted and allowed you down to the bed, and you plopped yourself down, already going to make the necessary hand motions to clean yourself and the room up. Peter sat perched on the edge of your bed, naked and curious as you frantically summoned your robes and sorcerer attire.

You heard a knock at the door, and you quickly went to it to stop it from opening.

"Are you alright, my dear?" Came your dad's voice as you slammed the door shut on him, just narrowly missing his fingers.

"Yeah. Sorry. Everything's alright. I'm naked. Don't come in." You stammered quickly as you locked the door. You heard him huff and back up.

"My apologies. I was just worried is all. You're normally awake and about before I am."

"I, uh, was up late last night watching that movie I got. I slept in, because of it." You said as you looked around for Peter's clothes.

"Really? It's noon. That's not like you at all."

"I'm fine, dad. Really."

"Well I need to discuss something with you."

"Yeah, sure, whatever ya want. Just give me a minute." You said as you went over to Peter and pointed at the bed.

"You stay here. Please don't go anywhere until I get back. Understand?" You asked him and he nodded as he crawled under your blankets and huddled there.

You turned to the door and almost thought about opening it, but instead you decided to use your Sling ring and you appeared behind your father. He whirled around and gave you a hard stare.

"Why didn't you use the door?"

"I, uh, it's a mess in there. Underwear and lady stuff strewn about. I was reorganizing my room-" You suddenly stopped talking when you noticed your father was holding up Peter's suit in one hand, and a ball of your shredded clothes covered in webs in the other.

"Uh, huh… Really, now?" Stephen asked slowly, one brow raised as you tried to outright lie to him.

"Um… I can explain."

"I think you'd better. Why was Peter's Spider-Man suit hanging on the chandelier, and your ripped and torn pajamas strewn about the sitting room meant for my guests? The room is covered in webbing, and there's a trail straight to your room." His tone was firm, but also full of concern.

You could tell he was worried for your safety, given that the last time had seen Peter was when the man had two arms on his suit and not six. You knew you'd have to come clean right then and there. Your dad has his ways of finding things out if you refused to talk.

"Well, I, uh… Peter came by looking for you last night… And…" You chewed on your lower lip and heard some scuttling inside your bedroom, and then the unmistakable sound of the toilet flushing.

"He's in your room, isn't he?" He softly asked and you looked down at your boots.

"Yes."

"Did he force you to do anything you didn't want to do?"

"No."

"Okay… Did he hurt you? Your neck is red, but your robes are hiding the rest of it." He asked as his hand came up to turn your head away so he could get a better look.

"He, um, bit me. But I'm fine. I feel fine. It's just tender there." You sheepishly said. He hummed and let go of you.

"I'll need to run some tests on you today. For now, go collect Peter, get him dressed, and coax him out for some food. I'm sure he's hungry." Your dad said and he handed you the items.

"I fixed your pajamas, by the way." He added and he turned away

"Okay… Thanks, dad."

"Oh, and sweetheart?"

"Yeah, dad?"

"I hope you used a protection spell." He said, then he left down the hallway.

You had not used any protection spells, and you felt yourself worry as you went back into your room.

Peter was sitting on the bed, looking out the window.

"He knows. He pissed." Peter muttered. You went over and smoothed your hands up his back. He chittered and leaned back as you ran your nails through his hair.

"He knows. He's not pissed. He wants you to come downstairs to have breakfast with us. Please?" You whispered into his ear and kissed his cheek. He sighed happily.

"Not scared?"

"Of you? No. I'm not scared of you at all."

"Did bad last night. I'm sorry."

"No, Peter… You did good. Very good. I was very pleased with your performance."

"I stay? With you?" He turned towards you, his eyes hopeful.

"I'll ask my dad, but we both know he will say yes. He misses you, you know." You assured him as Peter pulled you into his lap.

"Thank you. I need… Help."

"We will figure this out, Peter. My dad's the best wizard in all the land. If we can't fix it, that's okay. You can stay with us as long as you need to."

"Never want to go. Stay here. With you." He buried his face into your neck and inhaled softly.

"Okay. Can we get you dressed?" You asked and he nodded.

"Do you want me to conjure up some proper fitting clothes? Or do you want your Spider-Man suit?"

"Clothes. Please. Sweat pants. Tee-shirt." He requested and you smiled. You were about to summon some clothing, when he bit into your neck and pumped you full of his venom again. You gasped and he pushed you back onto the bed.

"Peter… What are you doing?" You whispered as you began to heat up and ache for him.

"One more taste…" He rumbled as his hands made quick work of your robes and skirts.

"Peter, if you fuck me again, I won't be able to walk! Dad's waiting and- Ooohhh…" You tried to reason with him, but he had buried his face into your mound quicker than you could stop him. You felt him spread your legs wide and holding them down with one set of arms, while another spread your lower lips out.

"Just a taste." He growled, and his last set of hands came up to your lower abdomen and he pushed down. You gasped as you felt his come from the previous night leaking out of you. He purred in delight and started to lick at your folds vigorously.

He was quite good with his tongue as he pushed it inside and swirled it around. You whimpered and squirmed, hands diving into his hair as he groaned in pleasure, savouring the noises you made.

He latched onto your clit, and when you looked down, you saw him move one of his hands downwards towards your dripping pussy. He stuck a couple of fingers in and worked them against your gspot in the hopes that you'd come for him again.

"Peter, fuck, oh gods…" You panted and bucked into his face, with him slurping and drooling all over your pussy. He groaned and shifted, bringing another hand down to toy with your ass. You could feel him grab and squeeze your flesh as he dipped a thumb between your cheeks and pressed against your backdoor.

You whimpered as he moved his thumb and collected some of his spit, come, and your fluids, then he slowly prodded inside, getting his thumb in right to the second knuckle. You moaned and tugged on his hair, feeling an orgasm quickly approaching.

"P-peter… I… I'm…" You breathed, and he started to suck harder as his tongue rolled all over your clit. You felt thr pads of his fingers pressed hard against your gspot, and you came so hard that you squirted.

Peter snarled and hungrily lapped up your juices as he kept his fingers working. You were shaking badly as he coaxed two more out of you, before letting you go to rest for a moment.

"Taste so good." He grunted while licking his fingers. He had one of his hands fisted around his cock, tugging it lightly. You stared at him while you twitched and tried to catch your breath.

"Peter…" His name came out as a silent plea, and he grinned at you wickedly.

"More. Need to feel you." He husked as he crawled back over top of you. He lifted your hips and wedged himself between your legs, his cock nudging at your entrance. You sighed as he pushed in and slid all the way back.

This time he was rough right off the bat. He held you down and fucked into hard and fast, shaking the bed and slapping the headboard against the wall. He snarled as you started screaming, and he jammed his fingers into your mouth to quiet you. You almost gagged, but managed to hold on as he dug himself in deep and kept going at that furious pace. You heard one of the legs of your bed snap, and Peter paid no attention to it. He merely went harder, feeling you shake underneath him as you came again.

"Good girl. Good f'me. Mine." Peter grunted as he reared back and propped himself up with two hands, while the other four held you close. You were seeing stars and your body was crackling with pleasure as your pussy squelched obscenely with how fast and hard he was fucking you. You were sure your bed sheets were ruined, not that you cared much. A simple spell could fix it later.

"Say it." He growled and you barely understood what he was asking.

"Say you're mine." He tried again, this time his hand coming to cup your face. You moaned, eyes watering as another orgasm ripped through you.

"I'm yours, Peter. Yours…" You sobbed against his shoulder as he growled and bit into your neck again. You convulsed and felt him come hard, painting your insides with his thick fluids.

"Good. Yours. Yours now." He huffed and rolled over with you onto your side. He breathed softly and brushed the hair from your face.

"Are you telling me that you're mine, now?" You quietly asked. Peter nodded and cuddled closer.

"Yes. Yours. Keep you safe. Keep me safe." He sighed and you smiled gently.

"I'd like that very much." You said and kissed his cheek. He purred and trilled for you as he nuzzled your neck.

"Can we please go down and see my dad now? He's been waiting for thirty minutes." You softly asked. Peter suddenly blushed and hid his face.

"Embarrassed. Doc won't be happy."

"Hush, now. He knows what's happening. If he thought you'd hurt me, he wouldn't have gone downstairs and left you with me. It is time to get your dick out of me, okay? You want more sex, you'll have to wait until after we eat." You patted his shoulder and he whined in protest, but slowly let go of you and pulled away. You felt him slip from your cunt, his come leaving a huge mess and a dull ache between your legs.

"Okay. Hungry for food now." Peter said with much enthusiasm as he gathered your clothes and brought them to you.

"Thank you. Try to behave at the dining table." You said and used your magic to clean and dress the both of you. You tried to get up and move, but found your legs refused to cooperate. Peter made a small concerned sounding noise and he came over to lift you up into his arms.

"Oh, thank you… I don't have a cool cloak like my dad."

"Don't need one. Got me." He murmured as he took you out of the room and made his way down the hall. You sighed, enjoying the way he carried you with very little effort. You didn't bother to get out of his arms when he stepped into the kitchen and nervously looked at your father.

"Took you two long enough to get down here. You're lucky I can control time, and kept the food hot. Now put my daughter down, Peter, and take a seat. Sweetheart, you might have to help him." Stephen said as he started to fill his plate. He said nothing about the bruises and the hickies to either of you. Peter ate his food in silence and when he was done he looked at Stephen, opening his mouth to speak.

"Don't bother, Peter. I'm not mad. All that I ask is you behave, if you know what I mean."

"What does that mean, dad?"

"It means he better not hurt you, kill you, or break your heart."

"So that means he can stay and we can try to help him?"

"Of course. We can make things easier for him and get his speech patterns back, but I don't think I can permanently reverse his new form without more research. I'll have a chat with Reed, Tony, and Hank, see what we can get going."

"Oh, I almost forgot. Peter says it was Harry Osborn that did this to him." You added quietly.

Your father saw red and he smashed his fist on the table.

"That little fuck is gonna pay."

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Note:

That's it. That's what I wrote today. Fucked up and horny shit. I was high on edibles. Blame the weed. Enjoy.

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Credits:

No one proofread this for me. I banged this out in one day.

Original post that caused this fic to happen. @refairy

I know they wanted to write this, but this hit me so damned hard and I needed to write my own. I hope you like it.

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[lipeg]

A portal opened in the middle of an alley.

Four young girls fell out of the portal and the moment they left the portal closed.

Ruby: We achieved!

Weiss: Wait, no is Vacuo?

Blake: It looks like the city of Vale

Yang: Is this possible, the city of Vale was almost completely destroyed

Weiss: Let's get out of this alley and find out

Everyone agreed with Weiss' idea.

When they came out of the alley, they got a big surprise.

The city of Vale.

Completely rebuilt.

Blake: But how?

Weiss: How is this possible!

Yang: Hey! Remember the city not completely destroyed but still

Ruby: It seems like the city has never suffered an invasion before.

Weiss: There's something wrong, very wrong indeed

Yang: What do we do?

Ruby: Let's walk around town and see if we can find anything

The girls started walking around the city. The city, even though it changed many things, was still identical before the Grimms attack.

Weiss looked at people and everyone was carefree and they were happy, what happened?

Weiss: There is something very wrong

Ruby: Let's go to Parker there was a big screen

Weiss: Do you think that is still there?

Ruby: It costs nothing to try

Blake: Let's go there first, then we'll go to Academy

Weiss: But wasn't Academy destroyed?

Yang shrugged his shoulders.

Yang: Who knows if Academy was rebuilt?

Weiss: I highly doubt it, I believe that the priority was to rebuild the city and Academy must have been left behind

Blake: Staying here arguing won't help anything, we'd better go and see about this soon and then see if Academy is up and running

Once again, the four girls headed towards a public park nearby, but along the way they noticed some different things.

There were men and women wearing blue and white attire, very reminiscent of the uniform of Atlas soldiers, Blake heard with his ear that these same "soldiers" are talking about them.

But they didn't do anything.

Blake “ there is something wrong ”

As soon as they arrived at the park they got a surprise.

A crowd of people gathered in one place and they were all looking in one direction for big screen.

Team RWBY looked at the big screen and them got a surprise.

The screen was showing a gigantic army fully armed and prepared for war.

On both sides of the screen there was a pole with 6 flags.

The flag that was lower was the flag of the White Fang which was more destroyed, torn, burned, holey and dirty.

On top of the White Fang flag there was a flag of Vale which was quite burnt.

On top of the Vale flag was the Mistral flag that had a huge hole on the flag.

And above the Mistral flag there was the Atlas Flag that had several holes and had a big hole in the middle but it still showed the Atlas symbol.

Above the flag of Atlas was the flag of Vacuo which was well burned, but the symbol, even though it was damaged, was still recognizable as the Vacuo symbol.

The last flag, the one that was highest.

An orange and white flag that had a crown and head of a jackalope who had big horns. The crown was between the jackalope's horns but was not on the animal's head.

Ruby “Why are the flags of the kingdoms like that? Where did that flag that's high up come from? ”

Team RWBY's attention changed and now their attention went towards the big screen.

There was a giant army.

An army larger than the Army of Atlas but much larger, proving to be the largest army ever seen.

But there were some familiar faces.

Cardin that bully was totally different, he was much older now he had a beard and slightly longer hair, he was wearing an orange and black uniform. He had his black mace being supported with his two hands.

On his left shoulder there was a kind of cape that only covered his shoulder, that had a half moon upside down with five stars on top.

Next to him was Velvet, that hadn't changed much. She also had the same cape as Cardin which only covered her shoulder and also had the same symbol the only difference was that the outfit and her cape were brown.

Next to her was Nora!

Nora had changed a lot, his hair was big, she was wearing pants too! But she still kept her skirt on, her arms were showing that she had those scars she got in Atlas. His uniform was blue with some pink details.

Her beloved Magnhild was upside down and her hands were resting on the end of the handle.

Next to her was her beloved Ren... Who looked like a real assassin.

If didn't his pink headband wouldn't be able to recognize he, his face was covered by a mask, his uniform was very reminiscent of his old outfit he wore in Beacon. He had it behind his waist.

Just like Cardin and Velvet, Ren and Nora had those capes on their shoulders with their respective colors.

Yang: Ren... Nora?

Weiss: What the hell is Cardin doing there?

Weiss had to control herself not to scream.

Ruby: Where did this army come from?

Between Velvet and Nora there was a door that opened.

Ruby's eyes widened.

Three figures came out of that door.

Jackalope, a creature with the body of a horse, the head of a rabbit and the antlers of a deer.

The second figure was Jaune.

But that wasn't the same Jaune that Ruby once knew.

He was totally different from before, he had a beard, your hair is long again, he was wearing more elegant clothes looking like a King.

On his left side was Neo.

Neo lost his long three-color head now his hair was short, she was wearing a dress and looked like a real lady she still had her umbrella.

Ruby: Jaune—

Soldiers: LONG LIVE YOUR MAJESTY!

Soldiers: LONG LIVE THE KING OF REMNANT!

Soldiers: LONG LIVE KING JAUNE!

The soldiers and public saluted the king.

Yang: Jaune?

Blake: A king

Weiss “ The disgrace aged like wine! ”

Ruby: Jaune... What did you do

[annimoose]

Okay, okay, okay, now that I had time to properly digest everything from part 44. I can finally give out some real thoughts on it. Real and disjointed thoughts but thoughts anyway.

Part 44 spoilers

First of all, i am still just so giddy about John being referred to as John in the description now and not as "The Entity". This is, SO MUCH to me.

The title, the fucking title. The Deliverance being a "rebirth" not of just John finally understanding who he is and wants to be, but for both Arthur and John's relationship going forward (hopefully continuing to communicate better with one another at least until Kayne decides to file out divorce papers again), and of course Arthur coming back from the dead "being reborn again." Can I call it that? Plus they did come out of the "hags womb" (over explaining here but fuck it we ball.)

The Waylay is limbo? Right? Or Arthur's personal limbo? Seems like limbo for everyone due to the blood and sand already waiting for him there ("alive" Parker reveal, maybe? Lets go?) I got so many questions about the Waylay. Also if John and Arthur both die and get separated, I will cry for at least a week. They deserve to be happy together bro I cant. 😭

John being a lot more caring now bruvs, its jover. Its so fucking jover for me. Also, John being a lot more active with using his hand now right? Right???

As much as I absolutely adore Yorik, I feel like he will turn heel once Kayne appears again. He stated himself that he does whatever benefits him the most and with Kayne being as powerful as he is, it shouldn't be a question. But if he does choose to stay with Jarthur I will be surprised. (I will still love Yorik no matter what, he just a little silly guy.) I hope he goes around and kills people hitman style with that hand.

Arthur needing to see Faroe again. That shit ate me up, GUH, This hit me in the feelies pretty well ngl. I hope Faroe is in the Waylay. But, what if somehow she was in the darkworld though? I know it's "immortal hell" but, memories can "immortalize" a person. What if John met her and that's what got him to realize his bedrock?

I have never been unnerved by this podcast until John described the fucking witch. Discovering a dead body, underwater? Hell Nawww.

Arthur held his breath for how long exactly? He only took three days after being fucking stabbed multiple times to death? I mean, honestly that sounds like an Arthur thing to me, but still. That's odd. Brings me back to my amulet theory. Is he still wearing it? The amulet still allows you to feel pain but keeps you alive no matter the damage.

Arthur, Arthur, please just read the goddamn letter. YOU'RE KILLING ME. I wonder if Oscar's letter is going to be used as a tool to bring Arthur back if he does almost lose himself again. (Plus I just really want to know what's in the fucking letter, FUCK.)

Day of wrath ey? You'll see soon? Hmmm. Something is going to happen at the castle. Isn't it? They're going to get really pissed, John is going to project himself or something more?? People at the castle probably already know Arthur ain't the prince, but is someone they expect. (like the cultist.) THEY'RE GOING TO MEET THE KNIGHTS HERE, RIGHT???

"Owls don't eat People boys." (Ajejjr fucking loved this line.) but im with John and Yorik with this one, I do not trust Owlexander. I JUST DON'T GREAT HORNED OWLS DO NOT COME OUT AT DAY UNLESS ITS FOOD/WEATHER RELATED. WHY IS THE OWL ATTRACTED TO ARTHUR? MAYBE OWLEXANDER DOES THINK HE IS FOOD. I DONT KNOW. BUT THE BIRD IS SUS TO ME.

Okay thats all I can vomit right now. If you read this, thank you and im sorry for the brainrot.

Okay bye.

[peterparkouryo]

captivated habits | 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

prompt: your unrequited love for peter turns unhinged.

warnings: mentions of stalking, f!masturbation (referenced), unrequited love, obsessive behaviour, ptsd, erotomania, attachment issues, and bpd (borderline personality disorder)

word count: 5.9k

a/n: i was feeling dark, so read at your own risk i guess. also tysm for the love on rebound ajnskafn!! part three is in the works <3 

The moment you met him, you should've known something was wrong with you.

At first, you thought it was an innocent crush, always having that feeling of butterflies flying around in your stomach when you were around him. You even looked forward to going to school, having the energy that normally you never had. He had you on a euphoric feeling.

The next thing you know, you're becoming a lot more addicted than you should've. Most people say it might be limerence, but you know that's almost complete bullshit. Now, those people could be telling the truth, but there was something deep down inside you that ached, always.

You were becoming a different person in the most unhealthy way. You started to seek him out in the school hallways, got to know his schedule, and there was even one point where you followed him home (which may or may not have been an accidental occurrence that happened more than once).

He of course did not know who you were, you weren't friends but he knew you from a few of your classes (three of them to be exact), so he had no idea of your intense feelings for him. 

It was unrequited in the worst way possible. How can someone so pretty, so pure and innocent not feel the same way? Possibly because you made no effort to have an actual conversation with him, the only time you did was when he asked to borrow your pencil. Let's just say you cherished his touch on the wooden object as soon as you got home from school that day.

The boy in question is Peter Benjamin Parker. The absolute love of your life. His beautiful chestnut brown hair, those same coloured eyes that shine brighter than the sun, moon and stars. His nose as crooked as a trail through the woods, the small dotted freckles decorating its presence. The boy was one of a kind, you loved him more than you loved yourself.

There were times where you would stay up at night, fantasizing about what it would be like for him to yours. Being able to embrace his warmth, letting him be the shoulder you cry on, having special dates only reserved for the two of you. Those thoughts ate away in your head, you were too down bad, but you didn't care.

Currently, you were laying in your bed, trying to get proper sleep. It had been a long day, only having a little amount of time to see him. If it wasn't for your mother who had unfortunately picked you up early because you had a dentist appointment, you would had got to see him longer throughout the day. The class she had called you out of just so happened to be the class Peter was in, so now he probably thought you had something wrong with your teeth, which wasn't the case. You only had three hours and fifthteen more minutes until you got to see him again.

You would always get up an hour before you had to attend school, picking out your prettiest outfit for him even if he didn't pay attention to you half the time. It wasn't his fault, never would it ever be his fault. Plus, you liked watching the sun rise, imagining what it would be like to be on a random rooftop of New York, watching the star rise in its wake with Peter. 

Peter had always got to school five minutes after it's starting time, reasons you were unsure of. You always tried to linger around his locker before he arrived because it gave him a chance to see you once he cascaded up the stairway. His gaze was always straight ahead (or sometimes downward depending on his mood that morning), so you sometimes purposely walk past him after standing at his locker for five minutes straight. This became a daily routine.

Though so far it doesn't seem like you have a mental illness, but there is surely something wrong with you without a doubt.

People who just have "crushes" or are "in love" are the people you tend to avoid. Those are silly feelings. Feelings that only last for a few weeks or even months. With Peter, you knew it was more than love, it made your head spin with the possibilities that you had a chance with him.

You knew Peter never felt the same way, he didn't even know your name, which is understandable because you never made the effort to get him to know your name. But there were times that made you feel like he knew exactly who you were. He would sometimes send a small friendly smile your way, ask you for help on problems that involved the classes you shared together, and even grazed your fingertips when you gave him that pencil. It was a sign of the start of your love story.

Sometimes you wrote letters to him, none of them were sent of course (except maybe the poems), and even emailed him a few times, anonymously complimenting him on his excellent work or you would write words of affirmation on his favourite coloured sticky notes, placing them on his locker before, after, or during school hours.

You knew Peter didn't take a liking into your unwanted gifts. There had been a few times when you had sent him LEGO Star Wars sets to build with his friend, Ned. You only did that because you heard him talking about it, and you loved the idea of making him happy. You even started watching Star Wars because he was so fond of it. Sadly enough, he had exchanged your gift for some sort of technology for whatever project he was making. You only knew this detail because you were there, obviously.

It would had hurt a lot more, but you were glad he was actually happy with his barters. Doing it a few more times only proved his happiness was limited and you noticed it started creeping him out instead of doing the exact opposite.

You feared the worst if he ever found out it was you all along.

Once the timer hit six thirty AM, you eagerly arose from your bed, grabbing your outfit you had thought thoroughly about since yesterday when you had went shopping with your mom. You bought clothing items you knew he would like, you were feeling hopeful.

You even snuck into your mother's beauty kit, applying a step my step makeup look you saw on YouTube last night. It wasn't too much make up, light enough for Peter to see the glow that amplify your best features.

After what felt like ages of applying the look, you grabbed your backpack from your closet, the pictures that decorated the inside only making you smile, thinking of the day that's bound to be wonderful ahead of you.

The pictures weren't anything too special, just a few off guarded candids of Peter, either reading, walking in or out of Delmar's, or your personal favourite, when you were outside in the field during gym for one class, you just so happened to catch a glimpse of his smile. You've never pulled out your camera so fast.

Yes, it was unnatural, and borderline creepy, but he didn't suspect a thing considering you're in the school's photography club. To be fair, the only reason you joined was for the sole reason of taking pictures of Peter.

Sometimes you would remove the picture from the closet's wall and get under the covers of your bed, holding it up to your face, touching yourself as you imagined what it would be like to have him engulfing your body, having his way with you.

Those thoughts were for another time, you figured you could wait until later tonight to revisit them.

When you exit your room, you make your way out of the apartment, making sure to have the new digital camera you had previously bought with your last paycheque, inside of your backpack. Though you only did photography because of Peter, it still interested you in ways that were sometimes not even related to the boy, which is less than one percent of the time.

If you were to put all the pictures you took on the small objects into a hard drive and upload it to a computer, people would be freaked out by just how much pictures you had of Peter.

You were so glad when you arrived at school, quickly shoving your things into your locker, making your way to the second floor to where Peter's was.

Your heart did somersaults, backflips, front flips even, as you got closer to the threshold. Though you knew the boy wouldn't arrive to school for another hour, you felt that if you stood near his locker long enough, you swear you felt his presence. 

Walking up the stairs, dodging the many bodies of students that lingered around, you were so excited to just stand near his locker, tracing your fingers across the combination that you knew had his hands touch every so often.

The only downside to it was you didn't know his combination and no matter what you did, you could never figure it out, even if you planned to watch him put it in one day, the numbers were just so small to see, it made you feel undeveloped that you couldn't be closer to him in that sense.

What you did not expect to see when you finally were on the second floor was Peter standing at his locker talking to his friends.

No-, not friends, Ned, his only friend, and some girl who you recognized from your Math class.

She was tall, a lot taller than both Ned and Peter, she had brown curly hair and her skin was a light fair tan, her gorgeous face only adding to her appearance.

You could feel your guts inside your stomach twist and turn, the sick feeling only getting stronger when you watch as Peter effortlessly laughed at whatever it was the girl had said.

When had Peter decided that coming to school one hour before he actually does was a good idea? And why had you had no knowledge about his sudden change of schedule? 

It was unfair that the boy had decided out of nowhere to change his daily routine. It threw you way off course, and you only hoped that the boy only made a change in his morning route, opting to still go to Delmar's every Wednesday (today) after school.

Your glare only got more diabolical the more you watched the three of them interact, the sight making your thoughts whirl with things only psychotic murderers would dare think of.

"Hey." A voice greets you from behind, startling you and you thanked whoever it was before you went too far off the deep end of the sight a few meters in-front of you.

You turn around, your gaze meeting your friend since freshman year, Cindy Moon.

She was a pretty Korean-American girl, her long black hair complimenting her small figure.

If you were being honest with yourself, you were only friends with the girl because she was on the Decathlon Team with Peter, and she was the only one from the team to actually make an effort to talk to you whenever she wasn't involved with studying, or being a friend to the world.

Of course the girl is aware of your "crush" on Peter, unaware of your obsessive delusions that you would much rather keep to yourself. There were times that the girl had made plans for the two of you to talk, but you were too afraid and unprepared to actually grow the balls and do it.

It's not like you haven't planned your first encountrment with the boy in your head, but you'd much rather do it on your own accords than have someone else half ass do it out of the kindness of their heart.

"Hey Cid." You reply with a small smile, quickly turning your attention back toward where Peter and his friends would have stood, but unfortunately they were nowhere to be found.

You eye twitched at the thought, scolding the girl behind you for missing your chance at seeing Peter walk away, capturing the backside of his figure as he did.

You turn to face the girl with a frown, watching her smile never disappear.

"Ready for first period? I did the homework for you!" She cheerily says, pulling a piece of paper from behind her back, giving it to you.

You take it gratefully, looking down at the Chemistry homework you knew you weren't going to do whatsoever. 

Now to make yourself clear, you weren't using Cindy for doing your homework, that was just a plus. It wasn't your fault the girl was such a pushover. You had better things to do, like develop your film from your camera, find the perfect GPS tracking devices off Amazon that costed less than at least sixty dollars, and be near the love of your life any chance you got.

"Thanks." You simply say, your hands gripping the paper slightly.

"You're welcome." Cindy replies, and you were just about sick of her smiling.

"Okay, stop smiling, it's getting creepy." You tell her with a grimace, satisfied with yourself once her face slowly falls to a neutral expression.

You really had no problem with "happy-go people", it was just when someone who you knew or not had too much to smile about, it outraged you for reasons you weren't too sure of. Nevertheless, it was one of your many pet peeves, and the more you thought about those thoughts, you realized you might just be the most pessimistic person to walk earth.

There were a few things that made you happy of course, and you had a pretty well-tamed structure to maintain those happy thoughts to yourself, so you couldn't see why people most of the time couldn't do the same. 

Even if it wasn't just "happy" thoughts, you knew humans were utterly incapable of keeping their thoughts to themselves. Always finding any reason to create chaos with their deliberations.

Sometimes you could never understand, maybe will never understand why humans are the way they are, yourself included you supposed.

"We should get to class." The girl breaks you from your notions, tugging on your sleeve as she drags you through the hall.

You blink a few times, coming back into reality, staring dumbly at a almost frantic Cindy Moon.

"Alright," You tell her quickly, snatching your arm away from her hold, following the black haired girl through the hallway to your class.

-

Your first period went by agonizingly slow. You were just itching to see Peter for your third period, and second period wasn't any better with its slow clock, which also happened to have been broken.

When second period was over after what quite literally was forever, you hastily packed your things and made a bee-line to your third period class, sitting in your unassigned assigned seat, said place had the perfect view of Peter as well.

You pulled out your notebook, the item was pencil filled with all sorts of logs of whenever you'd see or hear of Peter, and if you were to be honest, it was almost out of pages. You made sure to be careful when in public, hoping and praying that the people surrounding you didn't take a glance to see your so called "creepy" hobby and take it completely out of context. If that were to ever happen, you would quickly come up with a lie, or maybe if god was real, they wouldn't care in some sense.

You adored keeping track of Peter, it made you feel closer to him, though yes, there are other things that you do consider as close as you can get, but you know this is a way of knowing him better without actually having to talk to him.

"Is anyone sitting here?" A voice breaks you from your trance, and you smoothly and swiftly close your notebook, glancing up to the source of the voice curiously.

Your heart almost stops right then and there. You didn't want to believe it and had to blink more than twice to make sure you were seeing the person who stood before you. Suddenly, you felt this immense amount of impulse, the feeling being too reaming for you to handle. 

In some fucked up way, you're sure you deserve this, having this weird inkling that the boy standing above you, almost towering you, had known about your obsession. He had only come over to tease you about it and possibly confront your creepy actions to the entire class (maybe even the entire school if you're honest). It made your head spin and you lack the proper ability to conjure up any english words, his eyes practically pleading for an answer.

"I, you,-" You start to form a sentence, scanning his attire, making a mental note in your head, and your heart beat increases to make things that much harder.

Peter was way too nice for his well-being, and normally you'd hate that in a person, but this was Peter, you loved anything he offered, and if he were to commit a violent crime, you'd be his number one defender. Hell, you'd even help him commit any crime if he asked.

Still, you figured maybe you were in some dream and Peter wasn't actually approaching you, asking if the seat next to you was available, because he shouldn't know of your existence, and it should almost be a world of fiction to allow him to ask you so.

"No." You mumble, hoping he'd heard it because you knew you weren't going to say more than just that one word.

Peter shows you a smile in appreciation and if you weren't sure you died before, you're sure you one percent died just now.

The boy sets down his bag near the free chair, and you move your stuff out the way to allow him the space he needed, watching his every move carefully.

You wonder if this was a wake up call of fate. In your head, you knew Peter was the one for you as much as you were the one for him, and maybe there was a god and the universe is conspiring for the two of you to be together. All it took was a little push.

The teacher walks in moments before the bell rings, and as quickly as he enters, the lesson starts not even seconds later.

"Sorry, do you have a pencil?" Peter has asked you in the past, of course, you remember it like yesterday and if you didn't, you knew it was probably in your 'log' notebook anyway.

You smile, a small unnoticeable one (that you made sure of), and instead of giving him a verbal answer, you dig through your backpack, pulling out a pencil before handing it to him, hearing a small 'thank you' that you surely heard.

Okay when you say a pencil, you mean the pencil, the same one you, well, had touched yourself with. Not that it was coated in anything other than your wetness, because if you were being frank, it was damn near impossible to reach climax with a object that thin.

You expertly observe Peter, your heart swelling at how tenderly he held onto the pencil, his concentrated expression doing wonders to your well-being. The poor boy had no idea of the sinful deeds you had done with the object in his grasp.

The whole lesson, you paid more attention to Peter, his scent, the way he wrote, and the many facial expressions he made whenever he was listening to your boring teacher speak. It was like watching your favourite film on repeat, learning the lines of each scene, and when you knew you had mastered each scene perfectly, you'd reenact each line word for word. Peter was your very own favourite movie, and hopefully one day he can reciprocate how you felt, perfecting you the way you perfected him.

"Here's you pencil, sorry I keep borrowing from you." He lets out a chuckle as he hands you back your (his) pencil, but you weren't up for that. As much as you would like to take it and cherish it, you knew it would mean a lot to you if he had kept it.

"No, you can, you can have it." You tell him, rejecting his hand that held the pencil.

Peter gives you a quizzical look, making sure it was okay if he did and you nod in confirmation.

"Oh, thank you." He smiles that award winning smile again.

You smile, packing your things up as the bell rings, students rushing out this dull classroom. You wanted to get out of there quickly, because you had something you needed to do and you know that if you got done in time, you'd catch Peter entering his science class with his friend, Ned.

"Hey, wait, um.." Peter calls out to you before you could exit the door and you turn around, albeit, quite desperately, seeing the boy with his backpack slung over one of his shoulders approaching you.

You feared the worst, truly. If he wasn't going to confront you in the beginning of class, he sure was now. Maybe the boy didn't want to embarrass you terribly in-front of everyone. Wanting no one around when he calls you out.

"I see you around a lot and I was just wondering if you wanted to sit with my friends and I at lunch today." Peter suggested, fiddling with the strap of his backpack.

"Not that I stalk you or anything, I just, you know, you seem cool and I guess...I don't know..." He seems at a lost for words, and you find it almost ironic how he doesn't stalk you, it being the other way around. Not that the boy needed to know that.

You stare at him, for a while, thinking of a answer that didn't seem too desperate, because had you known today was the day the love of your life talked to you for more than a second, you'd had the whole day planned out expertly.

"Sure." Was the most simple answer you could come up with, and the faltering smile from Peter grows wider.

"Cool." Peter nods in joy, walking past you, his scent ten times more stronger than it was before.

You turn around, watching him walk away, a skip to each step he took and you smile at his gleaming attitude, though you feel guilty for being the prime reason.

Guilt is such a improper feeling. Why should you feel bad for being in love with someone? Yes, it was very unhealthy with the rate you were at, you weren't even above surface anymore with the way you felt for Peter, but you honestly, didn't care.

Love came in many definitions and if you had to be delusional and down right psychotic to express that, so be it.

-

Michelle Jones. A fellow student at Midtown School of Technology and Science. An observant person who was well gifted in being smart. She shares your math class, the top of it as well and you envy everything about her.

Not only was she drop dead gorgeous, though she never tries to dress up at all, or even wear make up for that matter, she was also friends with Peter. You couldn't understand how or why. Peter was too good for anyone, such as Michelle herself, maybe even Ned.

Michelle didn't appreciate everything Peter did. Didn't understand him the way you did. Didn't go out of her way to send him gifts you knew he'd adore.

You couldn't see pass the logic of those two people, with much different personalities being friends.

It made your skin crawl with nuisance. What could she possible bring to the table that made Peter want to keep her around? 

Of course, it wasn't like they were dating, you're pretty sure at least, but why would Peter feel the need to be friends with any other girl other than you?

You were okay with him being somewhat friends with your unknown mutual one, Cindy, but being friends with a girl you barely knew was testing your limits.

You really had no right to be jealous, Peter was barely considered a friend himself, but if you two were to be together, he simply couldn't be friends with girls much prettier than you. It may give him the wrong idea and you were terrified he'd forget about your existence entirely.

Which is why you had to give Michelle the benefit of the doubt. You studied her all math class, trying to have a decent understanding as to who she was as person, and thank goodness you were a quick learner.

All it took, really, was the entire math class to scout out exactly who she is and how she worked. Maybe you could weasel your way into her small circle, become her friend and break her down bit by bit and have a guarantee she wouldn't even think to become anything more with Peter. You'd make her insecure.

Yes, it's a patent wicked plan, you knew that, but you weren't going to risk your chances at love with Peter.

"It's Michelle, right?" 

The girl incuriously glances up at the source of the voice, the math problem she was working on merely forgotten.

"Who's asking?" Michelle wondered, and you subconsciously clench your jaw, showing the girl a small, forced smile.

"I am." You tell her simply, she squints curiously at you, scanning your figure.

She was trying to reading you, you could tell. You knew you weren't really an open book, and also you were well aware that she knows you don't talk much unless talked to, so it was probably strange to her that you of all people came up to her to start up a conversation.

"Do you need help with the work?" She questions, her gaze fixated on you in a way that almost makes you feel small, but you knew better.

"Um, no, I just..." You blink in confusion, trying to think of anything to say.

It was hard having conversations with people you barely knew. The only reason you were friends with Cindy was because she literally forcing herself to become your friend, which did end up going well for you. But, overall, you weren't a people person and it was obvious, painfully so.

"I know you from Peter." You grimace, and she nods slowly, noticing your delay.

Michelle gives you a long look, a look that you could interpret as a dubious gaze, one that said she didn't quite believe the words coming out your mouth. You weren't lying, you had known her from Peter, so you really had not understood why she was looking at you like you were the world's worst liar.

You lie, but you would never lie about Peter, unless you had to.

"From the stalking perspective or because you actually made the efforts to get to know him?" You think you hear her ask, you're not entirely sure, so you blink, watching the girl's face, her eyebrow raised as she awaited your answer.

"I'm sorry?" You quiz, hoping she'd repeat the question you knew you heard right.

"I said did he tell you I needed more friends?" Michelle was calm and collected, her face almost mocking you at your delusions.

You were out of your mind, it was to the point you were hearing things that weren't actually being said.

Granted, there was a certain possibility the girl had said that and you deluded yourself into believing that's not exactly what she said, hence why you had her repeat the question she asked. There was also a possibility she changed her words for your sake.

You knew you had to get rid of her.

"Not exactly.." You trail off, your mind drifted into different possible scenarios.

"Peter," You bite back a smile when his name rolls of your tongue. "Invited me to sit with him at lunch and I know you sometimes sit with him and his friend so, just trying to make friends with his friends." You tell her, hoping to cover up your growing anxiety.

"We're hardly friends." Michelle could almost laugh at your bold assumption.

If the girl wasn't so observant, you'd let out a breath of relief at that knowledge. Your body visibly relax.

Honestly, you had no idea what to say next. You wanted to say anything, but nothing came to mind. Michelle was probably the most difficult person (aside from Peter), to talk to. You wondered if Peter considered her a friend, and that thought alone did not sit well with you.

"Oh."

"Yeah, but guess it's cool he finally had the courage to talk to you." Michelle says, and this time you know you had heard her right.

Your eyes widen in the slightest, but still highly obvious way, at her words. It wasn't right to feel this amount of joy over a sentence, but you had been waiting for this confirmation for awhile.

He finally had the courage to talk to you.

Before you could ask the girl what she meant, the bell rings and you're happiness is replaced with anger, Michelle is quick to pack her things and rush out the door, and you watch her from the window of the classroom, thinking about her words over and over again.

This was probably unhealthy, very unhealthy in fact, to think such thoughts that rushed into your head. But, no, this, this was a clear sign from the possible god above. 

Peter had the courage to talk to you, which meant he had some sort of romantic feelings toward you, a stark contrast from your intense feelings for him. You couldn't believe you had not noticed the signs. Maybe because you had not had the courage yourself to talk to him, and it really flew over your head of how he could possibly develop feelings for you if you watch his every move like a hawk.

Okay, maybe not all the time, but on a occasion you would gaze at him, because you loved his face, it was memorized, tattooed in your brain. Had Peter finally come to his sense that you and him belonged together? Maybe he had knew it was you all along who sent him those gifts, which made him fall in love with you even more, the poor boy just didn't know how to approach you.

Whatever it may be, you would delude yourself with the possibility of Peter having romantic feelings for you, because it was lunch time, which meant you got to sit with him, he had asked you to and it would be a crime to deny that offer from Peter.

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You couldn't see it. Actually, you refused to believe it.

Peter Parker is such an unbelievable, incredible, pure soul. You needed and wanted to corrupt him, not in the same way you did with Michelle, no, you wanted to break his innocence, let him see the world for what it truly was.

He had this facade, you could tell, that the world was all sunshine and unicorns, it annoyed you. Of course, he could be masking his own sadness, which didn't sit well with you. Peter being unhappy made your heart ache in the worst ways possible. You knew that if there was any chance of the two of you becoming two souls and one heart, you had to decrypt his positive mindset.

Though, you love that about him, it wouldn't get him anywhere in life. You had to make him see that.

The lunch was admittedly, amazing. Despite your reluctance toward his friend(s), Ned was a pretty decent person, and in the future, you knew it would benefit you if you became friends with his friends, because that's what he wants.

Ned is an easy to talk to kind of boy, and he makes you laugh, a genuine laugh, sometimes you force it if you didn't understand the joke he told, for Peter's sake.

Peter on the other hand, really didn't spare you any glances unless he was talking to the entire table, and you found it weird, he had this sort of fearful glint in his eyes each time he made eye contact with you. You were worried, couldn't read him right to have an understanding as of why he was staring at you like you committed murder and swore him to secrecy.

Maybe it was because you were awfully quiet the whole lunch period, only laughing whenever Ned said something 'funny'. Truth be told, you had no faith in your voice to conjure up a proper sentence starter, so you relied on the table, and if the topic was in your interest, you'd voice your opinion.

None of that happened, Peter fiddled with his hands nervously, like he had something he wanted to say but couldn't word it right.

At some point Michelle had come over, and he eased up from the tension he felt, which didn't go unnoticed by you, your brain ticked in irritation. 

"So, uh, what did you get on your science quiz, Ned?" Peter questioned randomly. Ned was on the topic of something Star Wars related, so it confused you, but you ignored it, picking at your food.

"I dunno, dude. We literally just took it." Ned points out and you glance up curiously, just in time to see Peter give Ned a wide eyed look before catching your gaze and showing you a tight lipped smile.

You don't reciprocate it, continuing to stare at him with a blank expression. Now you could see what was going on.

It wasn't that Peter had liked you, now you doubt that very much, he had felt bad for you because you had no friends, which wasn't true, you had one. Not only that, but there was this small itching, aching, feeling that he had some sense in the know of your activities, which involved him.

Maybe not all of them, but the stalking, possibly, the gifts, probably, and that's all you know he was maybe well aware of. It didn't take a genius to figure it out, but it did take a lot of backtracking to figure out when and where he had realized you were being a creep.

Or, you could be thinking into this too much, but you're and over thinker, so you're sure that the thing Michelle had definitely said was true, and she made sure to make Peter well aware of it.

It would explain why he was so nervous when asking you to sit with him at lunch, and why the boy was so uneasy when you resided at the lunch table.

You had to get away from the trio before confirmation could be made, so you throw your plastic fork on the tray of untouched food, quickly getting up from the lunch table.

"Wait, wher-, where are you going?" Peter was frantic, and you turn around, just because it was him, seeing all three of them stare curiously at you.

"I have, something to do?" You tell him, and you know it sounds more like a question, but you didn't care.

Michelle shares an unconvinced look with Ned, who tries his best to hide it, Peter glances at his female friend for help, and she shrugs before going back to her book, ironically titled, 'Notice'.

Fuck, now you knew they knew.

Peter's mouth opens, but now you're long gone. You had no idea how you could let this happen. You thought were thorough and careful, you made sure of it. It was Michelle, it had to have been.

You wanted to curse Peter for becoming friends with such an annoyingly observant person. You couldn't, and you knew that. 

Despite him knowing about your stalking habits, you weren't going to let him know you knew. You were going pretend, and become the worst version of yourself you had always feared.

Just because Peter knows, doesn't mean you were going to stop, you just had to be extra careful now. You were going to make him come to a realization that you do what you do because you love him. Peter will come to his senses and soon love you.

You just had to eradicate the obstacles in his life.

part two???

[kitkatscabinet]

Being from Miles's universe and meeting Peter when he's at his lowest hcs.

(Gn reader so all my lovelies can enjoy)

Instead of Miles running into Peter first, you do. You're walking home and find what at first you think is a homeless man unconscious face down in the snow.

You aren't stupid, armed with pepper spray and a pocket knife you quickly but carefully walk towards him, nudging him with your foot when he doesn't respond.

Turning him over, you then worry you've stumbled across some idiot deciding to try and fill the void of the recently deceased spider man that then got his ass kicked.

you go to call the police but are stopped by a surprisingly strong grasp your wrist.

What happens next is what feels like supporting a drunk elephant back to your apartment. The man weighs a metric shit-tonne and is so uncoordinated it takes what feels like an eternity to make it back to your shitty run down apartment

More than once you have to dissuade people from calling the cops on what looks like a suspected kidnapping/murder and it leaves you even more furious at the deadbeat you now wished you'd ignored.

You're covered in sludge and snow and now your sheets are too, but you find it a little easier to ignore when you pull off the mask to find a boyishly handsome face

You can tell he's seen better days, but then again, so have you, and there's something endearing about the wet cat qualities he seems to possess

It's him that wakes you up in the morning, a shriek leaving your throat and a soft toy hurtling at his face as you register there is a man you don't know in your living area before the night's memories come rushing back

"Eggs?" you blurt out and that's how the two of you end up spending the morning. eating breakfast in silence and staring in confusion at one another

This is also the day you get introduced to the multiverse. Causing a freak out that lasts even longer than realising the man - Peter Parker with a striking resemblance to Spiderman was indeed A Spiderman.

He stays for a week before you run into one Miles Morales and Gwen Stacey.

Somewhere along the way, your nights turn into late-night conversations commiserating over life. The man is so pathetic, but what started as pity quickly turns into genuine empathy and friendship

During that time you learn all about MJ and about Peter's fears of being a dad. You are quick to assuage his fears, pointing to how good he is with teens as a reason

It's after one of these conversations that you start sleeping in the same bed. You wouldn't let him take the couch and he felt bad taking your bed for so long.

Peter wakes before you the next morning, having pulled you into him during his sleep, and for the first time since MJ he truly feels at peace.

It's selfish of him but he decides to pull you closer and go back to sleep, not noticing the fact you'd woken up too.

you both know he has to leave soon, but neither of you can quite stop yourselves from indulging in the little fantasy you've created

[angrypedestrian]

It's halfway through the year! Got any favorite albums/books/tv shows/whatever to recommend?

I'm gonna be honest, I feel like I have been VERY behind on reading/watching/listening to ANYTHING this year. I've only gotten through 3 books, and have big to listen to/to watch/to play piles, but! I shall try to find something to rec.

Books/Comics I have only read 3 books this year and I hattteeee it, but at least one of them was Hanif Abdurraqib's A Little Devil In America, which I finally got around to after buying it almost 3 years ago. 1000% must read imo. I'm sitting on his new one that came out a couple months ago, and I AM going to read this year. I AM. Also, I went to go see him speak a few weeks ago and he complimented my Fireworks shirt because he is one of the few people who loves them as much as I do.

I have read a lot of comics this year though! James Tynion's The Deviant is probably the one I would recommend to you most specifically, it is VERY dark, but VERY good. It's still in progress though, but I think should be wrapped up by the end of the year. Also Jeff Lemire's Phantom Road. It's real weird, I dunno what the hell is going on with it, but I'm enjoying the ride so far. Jeff has another book running right now called Fishflies, which is more traditional Lemire, weird and sad and Canadian. Also very good, but Phantom Road is the one I'm currently enjoying more of the two if I had to pick.

TV/Movies I finally got around to watching the first season of The Terror, which I was a FOOL for missing out on when it was first released. What a fucking television program!!! But other than that, I think anything else you might be interested in that I've seen you've already watched lol. I don't know if Julio Torres' work is up your alley, but his new show Fantasmas is fucking great so far. Very in the weirdo vein of Los Espookys, or like, literally anything he has ever created.

In a weird twist I've watched a lot more movies this year than TV, which hasn't happened in perhaps ever? My biggest recommendation will be for The People's Joker, which unfortunately is not available to stream anywhere yet, I don't think, but hopefully should be soon. I also, to very much my own surprise, really enjoyed the Glenn Powell vehicle Hit Man. Richard Linklater I think can be very hit or miss, but this one was fun if bizarre.

Music I've been trying very hard not to get caught up in the FOMO of roughly 40 albums being released a week that I want to listen to. I think I've finally hit a wall of how much new music I can actually sit down and listen to and appreciate in a given week, so this year has been an exercise in letting go of the need to be on top of everything the second that it drops.

There's this band called Super American that I love, and I can't really figure out why? They're a scrappy little pop-rock-ish duo thing, and they can write hooks for days, but it's often mixed with some of the corniest shit I've ever heard. There's one track on their new record (called Gangster of Love, I fucking hate it) that has a part that sounds like a fucking LFO song. It should suck! I don't know why I don't think it sucks! So your mileage may really vary with that one, but I think baseline it's a fun and silly little summer record.

Also, I can't believe I'm saying this, but the new Story So Far album...rules? Truly did not expect it at all. Parker I am so sorry your dad died, but my god you guys wrote some of your best songs out of it. And for a left-er field rec, the new Hurray for the Riff Raff that came out earlier this year is fantastic, a kind of meandering back to some of their original sound, but in such a more realized way than those earlier records. Just a very gentle and beautiful album.

[xspilltheteapleasex]

Normal Days Are Nowhere To Be Found: PART ONE

Avengers x Fem!Reader

Summary: It was a normal day. Accept for the fact your an Avenger. Also the feeling of doom you have. Something bad was going to happen today. You just know it.

Word Count: 741

Content Warning: Mentions of feelings of doom, bullying, abandonment, and murder.

A/N: Hello everybody! :) This is the start of a story I have been wanting to write for a long time. This is part one, and more chapters are to come. See y'all soon!

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-PART TWO-

All bad days start as normal days. It only takes one itty bitty thing to influence the course of events that happens next. One tiny little action that can either build a future, or destroy everything.

It all started on a perfectly normal day.

“Bacon…”

You literally woke up half a second ago, and the first thing that comes through your mouth is the word bacon. No one would expect anything less. To be fair, it was the smell of bacon that woke you up, or as you would put it, “bribing you awake from the comfort of your dreams”.

“Mmm-mm!”

The smell was so enticing and delicious, you could practically take the moth water bacon. You started to drool. But was it worth it to get out of bed? That was a rhetorical question. You knew that if you didn’t get out of bed now, someone, most definitely Steve, would come barging into your room and drag you out of bed. Correction. Steve would come up first and try to gently nudge you awake, but fail almost instantly. THEN Bucky would come up and drag you out of bed. And of course Wanda's bacon was always worth getting of bed for.

Reluctantly, you swiped off your covers, and already regretting your decision, rolled off the bed. Being grateful is not one of your strong suits.

“School awaits. Yay.”

However much you didn't want to get out of bed, triple that for not wanting to go to school. It wasn't because you were bad at school, you actually were really smart, which was why you went to Midtown School of Science and Technology. The problem was those kids. Such awful kids, so mean. You got bullied by some jerks about anything under the sun. You tried to ignore it, but sometimes, you couldn't help it if they succeeded in getting under your skin. Plus, you had this feeling something bad was going to happen today. Weird.

Thankfully, you could count on your best friend Peter Parker. You guys have been friends ever since you both quite literally ran into each other in the hallways of 7th grade. Those awful kids bullied you most about your family. About how your own mother didn't want you. Or about how the only people who did want you died.

The story that was told to you was that when you were born, everything was fine. As you grew up, you discovered you possessed abilities. Powers. You could read minds, levitate things, and more. Your mother didn’t think that was such a wonderful thing. She gave you up to your grandparents. They loved and took care of you, and accepted you for you. The only rule was no powers. They were scared that if someone were to find out about your abilities, people would take you away and do who knows what. They just wanted to protect you. And you did as you were told, or so they thought. In reality, you did use your powers in secret. Helping other people, saving lives, it was great. And someone did find out. That someone was Tony Stark. Genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist. Yes, that Tony Stark.

He recruited you to join a team. A team of mighty warriors and heroes. You were officially and Avenger. He also recruited your best friend Peter too. Things couldn't get better. 

Then, one night, your grandparents were murdered.

You blamed it on yourself. It was very traumatic. Aunt May took you in, and the Avenger served as your family. You eventually started to heal. Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months, months turned into years. Now it was junior year of high school. Lots of college applications, science projects, scholarships, sleepovers, and internship opportunities. To hide the fact of you being a freaking superhero and were spending a ton of time at Stark Tower, Tony Stark had you and Peter as interns. You couldn't complain, it was awesome.

“Y/N? Are you awake?”

It was Steve. Uhhgg. Okay, you had to get up off the floor and actually function as a normal human being. Yay.

“Yeah, I'm up, Steve!” You yelled.

As you heard his footsteps grow quieter, you begrudgingly hoisted your body off the floor of your room in the Stark Tower. Walking over to your closet, you couldn't shake the feeling of doom from your system. You just prayed, nothing bad actually happened today.

Oh, how so wrong you were.

[spidercrusadersworld]

i don't know what this is but i just need to write this down and show people.

summary

peter B Parker (Mayas unofficial found father figure) finds Maya passed out beside a standing desk, where she does her research and learns about her sleeping patterns. the link leads to the exact color of green i imagine her bus being painted. also i'm tagging @pokers-ocs @kaidacresto @i-put-the-wit-in-dimwit and @persialiu because i want feedback! i have no fucking clue how to wright and I did this in one sitting but I want to know what you think!

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I was helping Miguel scope out new spiders to recruit when we eventually landed on Maya, I was able to see her life and, it was hard to watch. this poor kid has been through hell, and all on her own too. so when I watched Miguel manipulate her into joining, I saw just how lonely she was, and just how desperate she was to have someone to talk to, and yet how terrified she was to open up.

but somehow, I gained her trust. it started with a hello, she said hi, and reluctantly kept up surface level small talk with me . she's very nice, just incredibly nervous.

I made an effort to keep up appearances, and one day, when she saw me with mayday, a part of her she usually kept hidden bubbled to the surface. a genuine desire to actually talk. i guess she finally saw that not everyone there was a loner. or maybe she just likes kids. but what i really think it was, is a desire for innocence. maybe, she thought if i could bring that to the table, bring her, into the world, i was someone she could trust.

so soon after that, she would come to me, make the first move, and the more she would talk, the more comfortable she would be around not just me, but everyone.

so when today, she didn't show up at the society, i called and texted, something she would usually respond to immediately, but there was nothing, and i was worried, the day before, i had told her that i was involved in her recruitment and was there when Miguel looked into her past. and she said "well i assumed something like that would have happened, seeing as whenever I recruit someone, I'm given all the information about their past. I knew Miguel was involved obviously, but usually the info is passed down to someone else, and then to me, so clearly theirs more than one person involved, I've wondered, who else here knew about me, so honestly, if anyone in the entire society could have seen... my past... i'm glad it was you..."

'What if I had lost her trust, what if shes avoiding me, I probably hurt her feelings, I have to go apologize!' I decide to go over to her dimension to say sorry, when I arrive, i'm in a deep part of a forest, with the biggest trees I've ever seen, i"m talking at least twice as big as the empire state building, its foggy, and fireflies and moss carpets completely engulf the area, it's gorgeous, and i let myself be lost in fantastical wonder for a little while when I finally snap out of it.

i see a shape through to mist that has light coming through it, i come closer to it and i find that it's an old school bus, obviously renovated into a cozy living space, painted a nice soft earthy of green. the moss roots and vines spiral around the bus, this thing has been here a while, and it's not leaving any time soon, it looks like the magical spirit of the woods has claimed it for itself, giving it the blessing of it's beauty.

i walk over to the side of the entrance, and thats where i see it; two grave stones. well large rocks with names crudely etched into them. one covered in flowers and pictures, the other with a lanyard draped across it, the one with all the flowers reads Jade Maverick, the name on it etched much more neatly on it, below the name it reads i'm sorry. my heart breaks in a million pieces at the makeshift burial, i know who this is.. Mayas fiance, the one she lost in the explosion, i saw the accident when we where looking at her past to see how to recruit her, but to see this, it's different.

the other stone is more weathered and cracked, obviously less care has been taken in maintaining it. if any. This one reads Maya Maverick. For a second I'm confused, but then I remember, Maya survived the explosion, but she never told anyone. to the rest of the world, Maya Maverick is presumed dead. I look at the lanyard on the rock, and it has her old ID badge from Alchemax clipped on it.she looks so young, and happy, and somehow, more innocent. her hair is different, and she's wearing glasses, though only half the picture remains intact, the other burned, presumably, in the explosion.

the atmosphere is no longer pleasant as i look at this scene, the fog making the grave sight feel somber and cold. I look back at the bus, and I no longer see the once cozy looking hideaway i first saw, It now looks desolate and lonely, a place of grief and solitude, a place to wallow in what once was, and, as i see the M+J carved over the entrance, surrounded in a heart; a place of what could have been but was stolen.

I want to leave this place, it feels wrong. I can't believe I just flipped through this part of her life like a damn power-point presentation, taking notes like it was some sort of fucked up character study! this is so personal, I feel like I completely violated her space... she lives here alone, no wonder she is so closed of, this.. this must be terrible.

I finally realize I have heard nothing from inside the bus, not a sound. and now i am concerned, is she okay? I hesitate on opening the door, I feel like I have violated something so personal, it feels wrong to enter, i fear like I've already seen to much that was not for my eyes too see. should I really be entering her living space? what if shes completely fine and I only make things worse?

As I turn away i see something in the corner of my eye, through the window of the bus door, I see a hand lying limp on the floor. and I go back and enter the bus, concerned. when i go in I see her lying limp on the ground, a cup of coffee split on the ground, shattered just a few feet away. beside her is a standing desk with a computer open, and notes scattered across it, and pined on a wall, I start to piece together, what I sincerely hope, was what happened here. but it can wait, i go to Maya and try to shake her awake.

"maya?, MAYA! come on kido, wake up and talk to me!"

but she doesent, I try for a long while longer and decide that I need to get her someplace safe, where she at the very least won't wake up alone and confused. so I open a portal to me and MJ's house.

I step through it and MJ walks in happily.

"honey your home early, what's the occa-" she trails of at the sight of me carrying Maya. "whats going on?" she asks, now concerned.

"MJ, meet Maya, the girl i've been telling you about".

she looks at her concerned "is she okay?" she asks nervously

I explain to her what happened, and how she seems to be fine, just exhausted beyond belief, and in an extremely deep sleep because of it.

"is it okay if she stays here tonight, I.. I couldn't just leave her there alone, and, I.. I need to know if shes okay. please, I'm ... I'm worried about her"

she looks at me sympathetically and puts her palm against my cheek, I lean into it, tired.

"alway thinking of everyone but yourself peter" she says lovingly.

"well I'm afraid that might be her problem exactly, I promise it will just be for a ni-" she cuts me off before I can finish.

"that wasn't a no! of course she can stay Pete, she can stay here as long as she needs" she says kissing me softly on the cheek.

"you really are incredible" I tell her

"not as incredible as you; caring about someone like this, that's something only my Peter Parker can do." she says, "I'll go get the couch ready for her, wait one second while i make it comfortable for our guest." she says, leaving to get the blankets.

Looking down at Maya, asleep in my arms I realize I do care, I care a lot actually, I wonder if she's met miles yet, she reminds me of him. I want to protect her, in a a way that's different than how i want to protect miles, or anyone else really. she's just been through so much, all I want is for to wake up so that I can tell her it's all okay. she doesn't though, and I I don't think she will for a while.

I put her down gently on the couch i try to let go but her grip sub consciously tightens on my arm, and she tosses around a little, but eventually, exhausts herself and goes limp again, her chest rising and falling gently. my room is right across from her and I leave the door open so that i can see her. I lie down and after a lot of worrying, I eventually fall asleep myself.

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mayas pov

I feel myself wake up, but not wanting to, it's warm and confortable and I'm extremely drowsy.

that feeling lasts for about two seconds when I realize that I fell asleep in the first place and I panic a little at first, and then a lot when i realize three things.

A: I don't know how i got here.

B: Here is comfortable but it's definitely NOT my bed.

and maybe the most concerning;

C: holy shit. someone else is here and i definitely don't have my mask on.

I quickly bolt up and web up the closest moving object, my vision freaking the fuck out trying to adjust to the sudden intake of bright light, leaving my eyes completely useless on figuring out what the fuck is actually happening

"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU AND WHAT DO YOU WANT WITH ME?!" I demand.

whoever is there calls for someone but my senses are so overwhelmed i don't quite catch who.

another blob runs in from another room and i try to web them up but they doge and web me up instead.

wait, hold up. if someone else is webbing me up, that means it's another spider, which means I should probably stop freaking out and wait till I can actually read the room and see what the hell is happening, before I hurt someone.

my senses slowly come back and I hear someone talking to me, and referring to me by name.

"....aya, .... alm dow... It's Oka... your Okay, It's me peter."

I blink a few times and my vision calms down and i can see whats happening, and it is infact peter.

the panic, anxiety and adrenaline completely drains out of my body when I see him. I realize in that moment, I actually trust peter. it's odd, but it's comforting, and it's welcome, so I guess that is thing that happened.

"peter?" I say, letting my voice crack with emotion, for the first time in years, not even caring on how pathetic i sound.

"hey kiddo sorry about that It, well, it didn't feel right leaving you on the cold hard floor, are you okay? do you need anything?" he said.

on the floor? wait.

"did I fall asleep?" I ask

"yeah, you did".

I feel dread bubbling up inside of me. "nonononon NO" I scream, tears building up, "wha- what happened is everyone okay?" I stammer.

peter seems confused. "kid no one is hurt, except maybe you, i'm worried, how.. how often do you sleep" he asks me.

I stay there, and I think really hard, and finally I say"

"I usually pass out after... five days, but I.. I try to avoid it for as long as possible"

Peter looks at me as if I had just died in front of him. I don't know why.

"kid..." he starts. "you gotta let yourself sleep,what do you do at night?" he asks

that when I realize that my sleep schedule is not a normal one that spiders have.

"I- I go out on patrol, don't... don't you?" I ask, nervous.

"oh my god kid, you.., you need to sleep." he says.

i'm confused. "but what about everyone else, I can't sleep if someone needs my help!"

peter approaches me, and does something unexpected,

he hugs me...

and I don't know what to do...

the last person who hugged me was... her.

my knees buckle, he catches me and hugs tighter...

and that's when I start to cry.

"Maya, you can't do that to yourself.." he says

In the back of my mind I know, I know hes right, I always did, but I couldn't.

"you can't help anyone if you don't take care of yourself" he says

"I.. I can't, It's too hard" I admit, sobbing into his shoulder.

peter is silent for a while, "then let us help" he says.

I pull away, confused. "what?" I ask.

"say here with us, and we can help" he says looking at me with caring eyes. "Mayday would like the company, she really likes you y'a know, and, well.." he looks over at a woman, who I assume is MJ, across the room who gives him an approving nod, and back to me "I guess me an MJ can tolerate you for a little." he says teasingly.

"Yes" i sob out.

"well while your here could you release our breakfast? I think it's ready to talk" he jokes.

I look over and realize that the closest moving thing that I webbed up after waking up, was one of MJ's pancakes in mid-flip.

I laugh, and cry at the same time, and for the first time in years, I have a family.

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[bonesandthebees]

*clears throat*

Anyway…

Things I liked about this chapter in no particular order:

The flashback with Niki and Quackity

Quakcity warning Wilbur about the bandits indirectly, doubles as foreshadowing and a hint that he’s behind it (though let’s be honest, it was probably Schlatt’s idea)

Oh and you should have seen my face when I realised [“Hand him over!”] I swear puzzle pieces have never snapped into place faster in my brain. I literally went “OH FUCK QAUACKITY WHAT DID YOU DO?”

Niki might think that Wilbur is lying again but I don’t have the mental energy to think about that right now for obvious reasons.

I cannot stress enough how much I’m here for this.

The l’manburg backstory. I was trying to put it together and analyse which character’s would be narrative parallels only the realise that it was literal based off of actually canon pogtopia and c!Wilbur and c!Tommy. I love it. Also made me think of Niki when she does not get the throne.

Wilbur saving Tommy’s life (twice? Attempted at least). Nothing says bonding like life or death situations.

Also at first I thought it might be something meant to be part of it or a plan by Phil and then the foreshadowing hit me like a truck.

Put Quackity and Schlatt on the most likely to be executed list right now. Not because I think Wilbur is smart enough to figure it out but because the person who was trailing him might.

Also, I love the consistent pov and the way you write it, but I would pay actual money to know how everyone reacts. I want my sand duo angst of Phil sending his son away against his will only to learn that might have killed him. I want to watch them turn the country upside down. I want to see Quackity in shambles because he might have killed his friends and the man he loves (? Is it mutual?) I want to see Niki’ reaction. But alas, we get Tommy and Wilbur in a SITUATION. Instead.

I do fully believe people will come looking for them, but now I’m worried we will get a chapter of snowstorm in the wilderness first.

Again I better get a sand duo hug after this is done. I need Wilbur to know that his dad loves him.

Also, at first I was like, “I wonder why Jack isn’t here?” Then the guards started getting sliced and I was like “oh that!s why.” Nobody gets plot armour in here. Jack’s cranckyness just saved his life.

Also, Tomys copying the way Wilbur eats his food tells us he looks up to him and trust his judgement. Maybe he did something right with his paranoia expenation.

Also, the consequences for this are going to be so good whether Wilbur figures out it was Quackity or not.

Anyway, I’m going to bed now. So good night! And a good day to you!!! What a great chapter I did not see that coming at all but I love it.

P.s. AO3 is being mean and Wouldn’t let me comment “BEE, WHAT THE FUCK!” but that genuinely was my first reaction.

-🌲

lol thank you, a lot of the flashback bit regarding wilbur and niki changed from what it was originally planned to be. I don't know how it happened but I got really into the flow of the scene and I'm very happy with how it turned out

HA the puzzle pieces falling into place about the bandits right at that moment. just "what's going on- OH"

I'm very glad you picked up on the l'manberg story not only being c!crime but also the parallels it could hold to rose!niki

life or death situations are the best for bonding!

don't be so sure we're only staying in wilbur's POV this time around spruce :)

LMAO yeah literally while I was writing about them leaving the palace in the morning I was like "shit wait I can't have jack here but I need to come up with an explanation for why he's not here" and jack's morning crankiness came about. he would've been killed so quickly by those bandits and I don't want this story to lose The Manifold so soon

wilbur and tommy eating their lunch is like that meme of miles morales and peter b parker in the first spiderverse movie you know the one

[stressed-chaos]

Forgotten Past - 'William Russo, darling.'

Part 1 - Billy Russo x Fem!Reader

Here it is, a Billy Russo version of Memories. Yes, I changed the name, and am now giving a title to each part. The story will be changed according to Russo and since we don't know who canon is, will not follow Punisher storyline. This is more of an after, but how it all fully works, will be revealed soon. I am hoping to fill some plot holes this time, so the story should start making more sense as we go.

A quick question, should I remove Memories (my Ben Barnes story) or keep it there if anyone wants to ever read it?

As for a face of Tom, let me know who you guys are thinking!

This is my first attempt at Russo, hope it works out well!

Hope you all like this one! Comments are always appreciated!

Warning: Mentions of a gun, killing.

The busy and chaotic atmosphere of the cafe was only adding to the jumbled mind of Y/N Parker. She was trying to decide what beverage to order and though it was supposed to be a simple task, it felt to be a burdensome job that she couldn’t seem to get away with. Finally deciding on a simple black coffee and a chocolate muffin, she ignored the grumbling and went on to find a booth.

The cafe wasn’t very big. It was a little cozy place she had found during the first month of arriving here, not that a library is not snug but she needed a place to get to outside work. The cafe had a little corner table, which was her favorite because it allowed all the privacy she ever needed. ‘Why talk when you have a whole new world with you?’ was her answer whenever she was asked about always carrying a book.

The cafe had a lot of posters of old bands, thoughts of great people and what not (of which Y/N recognized none, all those faces just seemed some illusion of the forgotten past). The cafe also had a fireplace just near Y/N’s corner and she loved to read in its warmth. It looked like the cafe was started by an old-very-much-in-love-couple, which was true, she had met the owners and they were lovely. The place had wooden walls, the smell of fresh coffee beans always lingering in the atmosphere, a little hustle-bustle, just like a second home.

But today it all seemed like a burden. Maybe because of the mess in her head, maybe because crowds are never good. Even the homey feeling was not helping with the feeling of dread she was having, almost as if she was staring at a cheetah’s eyes, who looked ready to attack. She had a strong notion that something would go bad today, which only increased with the prying eyes. Setting these thoughts aside, she rushed to find her booth.  

The girl sat at a booth in the corner of the shop and began reading The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde, keeping a side eye on all the exits. She had scanned the place as soon as she went in, not even realizing her actions. No, she wasn't an assassin, but somehow this was second nature.

The coffee seemed to arrive in the blink of an eye, this is what happens when people get too engrossed in books. While munching on her breakfast, she was making plans for the day and failed to notice a man staring at her with pursed lips and anxious eyes. He swallowed his saliva as a ball rolled down his throat. Y/N narrowed her eyes and frowned a little. She turned back to see if he was staring at someone else but no one was behind her.

Y/N Parker was a 20-something-year-old girl, she couldn’t remember anything about herself, or her past and nor could she remember why she did not remember. She was an average heighted girl. Sometimes she thought with a little more work, she can almost look like one of her favorite characters.

Y/N could only seem to recall events from a year ago and was trying to balance finding her family or friends with her job at the local library. It wasn’t much but it was enough to get by, until she got back the light of her memories.

Though she had met a man, Tom, who seemed to know a great deal about her life, some of which even felt a little something he had only heard a loved one say, but something in her heart, was not ready to trust him. Plus, though handsome, he came off as a little creepy with all of his talks. He kept popping up, seeming more and more suspicious to be a coincidence every time. The man was happy, probably too happy to see her, which made her wonder if she had something special or was he just too jolly a person.

The man staring at her previously, chuckled slightly when he finally got a look at the cover of the book she was reading, it was always their favorite one. She used to carry a book everywhere she went. The man was trying to figure out an icebreaker because he really needed to talk to her. You can not chicken out this time. He was not a coward, but even a slight chance of losing her made him fear messing up this situation.

Finally deciding on beginning with a thing or two about the book, maybe using a quote, and her favorite drink, he got up and walked over.

“Experience is merely the name men give to their mistakes,” he quoted as he walked up to her being a beaut of grace in his suit. Confidence dripped from his body language. She looked up to see a dark brown-haired and dark eyed man, almost 6 feet, looking down at her grinning widely. This grin wasn’t creepy or fake, just genuine happiness but she could detect a hint of nervousness behind those eyes. A little confused, but excited, she replied with another quote, “Nowadays people know the price of everything and the value of nothing.”

The man chuckled and stuck his hand out while having a hopeful look in his eyes, “Believe me miss, some do...they just realize it when they have lost the substance dearest to them.”

Shaking his hand back, smiling, which seemed a little awkward to her as this was the first time she smiled in a long time, though she isn’t sure how long, “It sure doesn’t seem like it, Mr...?”

Whatever little hope was there in the man’s eyes, was lost at her words, though he still tried his best to mask his disappointment with a smirk, while kissing the back of her hand, replying, “Russo. William Russo, darling.”

She ignored the way her heart flipped at that. But the pink tint on her cheeks still gave her away, which earned her a smile from Billy.

Though he didn’t seem to ask, Y/N still felt she should introduce herself, he seems to be an old-fashioned gentleman, she thought while replying, the smirk birthing familiarity within her, “Y/N. Y/N Parker. Pleasure to meet you Mr.Russo. But do I know you?” she asked, remembering the eyes that stared at her so intensely not so long ago.

“It was just the book,” he said gravely.

-

The man, Russo, although he insisted that she call him Billy, asked to join her and even though she was not good at meeting new people, she agreed, curious as a cat. While sitting down, Billy motioned to the drink he had bought, to which he received a raised eyebrow. Don’t expect too much right now, he thought, but offered her the drink nonetheless, which prompted her to question,

"How do I know there's nothing wrong with whatever this drink is?" Oh his clever girl.

“For starters, this is a coffee shop, not a bar. Secondly, the man behind the counter has been glaring holes in my head ever since I ordered this drink, I’m sure he’ll be happy to answer.” He had been glaring holes at him too, but she did not need to know that.

Y/N looked at the man in question and he just shrugged.

“Right, sorry about him, he’s kind of an overprotective brother,” she said, accepting the drink, noticing Billy's tense posture relaxing, “So Billy, have you ever read the book or did you just Google a quote to use?”

He chuckled, “I read it during one of my deployments. The movie, comparatively, was eh.”

“Oh, you’re a soldier?”

“Was. Marine, actually.” She froze.

A thank you for his service was on the tip of her tongue, but she had a feeling he would not really be fond of it. Weird. “So Billy t- oh shit.”

“What, what happened?” Billy asked, snapping himself out of the lovely thoughts he was having about her. He subconsciously moved closer to her, hand just hovering over the gun tucked in the waistband of his pants. His dark orbs moved over everything, trying to find the danger.

Before she could respond, the bell rang signaling someone had entered. While Billy’s eyes flickered to the person entering, hand resting on the gun, he saw Y/N trying to hide her face through her book in his peripheral vision. He saw the man's eyes fixated over Y/N and himself with, was that anger? or no jealousy? a little defeat perhaps? He smiled slyly. That man deserves to be jealous, he has the most beautiful wife after all.

The man almost rushed towards them like if we were to go any slower, a bomb would explode, coming to a stop at their table. Billy glanced over at Y/N as soon as recognition set in his eyes. Should he just shoot him here?

When Billy finally got a look at the now bubbling-with-anger-but-trying-not-to-show-it man, he noticed his appearance, which looked familiar, but he wasn’t aware his wife was disturbed by his presence. Well, she was always a good actress.

The brunette-haired, green-eyed man, though a little scrawny, was easy on the eyes but he had made her uncomfortable in any way, hence, Billy was already planning his death. He can not kill him here, too many witnesses. Maybe in that back alley? His men can take care of the dead body.

He instinctively reached his other hand to hers, but realized she might find it weird. Still, he rested it on the table. He was mildly surprised when he felt fingers brush against his and he completed the task, giving her hand a light squeeze. It was a start. Billy felt like celebrating but he wanted to deal with this fucker first.

He smirked even proudly when the man’s anger intensified on seeing their actions.

“Y/N, darling?” The man prompted up, eyes not leaving the hand. Billy held her hand even tighter, enjoying the flames burning behind his green eyes. Billy did not miss the way she flinched at that. He wanted to take her and leave this place right now but he had to be patient and not give himself away.

Y/N looked up a little hesitantly, putting a fake smile that seemed so real even Billy was deceived for a moment. “Yes, Tom?” Tom, right that was his name. Billy always called ‘asshole’ in his head so he had forgotten his real name.

“What are you doing here? I was looking for you,” the man’s voice was almost as sweet as sugar, his British accent peeking through. Bet he ate a lot of sugar before this, even seems like an ant, Billy snickered silently at his own little thought.

“I was- am reading...needed a little break. Why were you looking for me?”

“Nothing important, just thought we could hang out,” glancing at Billy he added, “and who you might be?” venom lacing his tone.

Ignoring that, he answered with his name.

“Tom.” They shook hands as a pretty formal greeting. Billy didn’t fail to notice the frowning-scowl. Should he shoot that scowl down?

Y/N, as if sensing the tension, spoke up while collecting her stuff, “I have to go, work stuff.” She had not left his hand, nor had any intention to.

“Billy, would you like to join? I’m going to the library,” she asked, her hands fiddling with the edge of her shirt.

His eyes lit up, “Sure.”

They quickly said their goodbyes and without giving him a chance to respond, they both hastily made their exit. Outside while walking, Billy questioned her about the strange man, pretending he did not have the whole history of him already.

“Oh he is a friend...if you can call him that.”

“Did he do anything wrong? You seemed a little uncomfortable.”

“No, nothing explicitly, but he’s been kind of popping up a lot, just needed to get away from him for a bit I guess.” She again chuckled nervously.

“If you want me to do anything about it, I can.”

Thinking he was kidding, she continued, “So, Billy, tell me about yourself.”

“Let’s see,”he thought, shrugging and began with his first name, “I’m 28. I like to read, as you may have interpreted-”

“I hadn’t,” sarcasm was pretty evident in her words.

“-and I got some favorite books, but I’m going to go with Atonement for now,” he continued after making a mocking face at her interruption.

This time her eyes lit up, “I’ve read it. The ending was sad,” the pause was either for effect or she was genuinely thinking, her eyes wandering for a moment and then with a flicker she added, “It didn’t stop it from being good though. They did get their happy ending after all.”

He agreed. “So have you seen the movie or not aware about it?”

“Oh come onnn. I should have searched, is the movie good?”

“It covers the book to a large extent, the portrayal is great, so yeah sure,” hesitantly he added, “perhaps we can watch it together sometime, I mean, if you want to, not that you have to say yes for sure-” he almost began rambling until she cut him off. Yes, Billy the beaut being nervous in front of a girl. But that was not just any girl, was it? She was the one that held his heart.

“Are you asking me out, Mr.Russo?” She was surprised at her own statement. Her cheeks red between a tomato and stop traffic light.

“Would you like it if I did?” he questioned, ignoring his own blush. He almost knew what she was going to say, because he knows her. If only she would remember.

“As much as I would like to say yes-” Billy looked surprised, “-I need to figure some things out. Plus, we hardly know each other. I don't even know what you do for a living, you could be a assassin for all I know-”

“You aren’t that far, in a way. I have a private military contract firm,” he interjected. He just asked her for the sole purpose of getting her to trust him, he had enough proof from their held hands, but he couldn’t help playing along, even if he didn’t want it to be a game at all.

“So, you’re The Winter Soldier without the brainwashing?”

He nodded.

“Do you have a gun hidden?” Billy laughed, nodding again. She wasn’t surprised, honestly.

They hadn’t even realized they had reached the library and were just about to pass it when she looked around. Realizing where they were, she invited him inside, making a grand gesture which regrettably caused her to separate their hands. He, masking his frown and wanting to spend every single moment with his partner, eagerly followed her. Even if she didn’t know.

[every-marveler-ever]

(Gala) Family Boyfriend Dinner

Peter Parker Bingo 2023 | 🕠 @pparkerbingo | First Kiss

All Caps Bingo Round 1 | 🤷 @allcapsbingo | "I'm 95; I'm not dead"

2023 masterlist :: (ao3 link)

RATING: General WARNING: Meeting the parents, introducing a partner/boyfriend, drinking/alcohol consumption, embarrassing peter parker

Peter refused to be embarrassed by his parents, it was just his boyfriend it wasn’t really a big deal, it would be one dinner that he didn’t really want to have in the first place. It just happens that this dinner was in a large hall, in front of many people from SI and the press. Because it was a gala. | Peter Parker/Harley Kenner, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

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Peter refused to be embarrassed by his parents, it was just his boyfriend it wasn’t really a big deal, it would be one dinner that he didn’t really want to have in the first place. It just happens that this dinner was in a large hall, in front of many people from SI and the press. Because it was a gala. 

This particular gala was once close to Peter’s heart, the philanthropy legacy gala, tonight's charity supports the pediatric sections in hospitals. A place Peter and his parents are all too familiar with. 

“Peter Stark,” the interviewer calls him over away from his dads and the photos the photographers were asking for, “this is the first gala we have seen you at since your move away for college, are you enjoying it? College that is.”

He had expected to get this question throughout the night and the interviewer was right this is the first time the press had seen him since moving away for college two years ago, but this wasn’t the first time he was back. New York was his home, Peter couldn’t really get away. He puts on the media smile his dad taught him, “I love college, MIT really has made me feel at home. Don’t worry Dad and Pops come and visit me all the time, keep making excuses that it is for lectures.” 

It actually is nice to be back on the red carpet, talking and charming. It is also really nice knowing that his boyfriend is inside and waiting for him. Shockingly this is both their scene and the total opposite of what their lives together for the past two years have looked like. 

The interviewer gathers Peter’s attention again, “I can see you staring longingly at the doors, so I will let you go, but thank you for talking Peter.” Peter’s smile is much more genuine this time as he responds, “Thank you.” Ready to go inside and see the one person who could convince him to come tonight. 

Entering through the glass doors is just as daunting as walking the red carpet for Peter, that is until he meets Harley’s eyes. Then he feels at home like it is just them in their apartment, dancing to the music as they cook dinner, doing domestic things that Peter never imagined. 

Walking up to Harley he sees the moment his boyfriend realises he is there, his mouth widens into a smile and he places his drink down at the bar he is standing next to and instinctively makes his way towards Peter. “Hi darling,” is the first thing Harley says when Peter is close enough to hear, and knowing that Peter’s parents are still being interviewed Peter hugs Harley. 

He wraps his arms around him, fitting his head into his chest and breathing in the scent that he brings with him, tonight is something caramelly that Peter thinks is the aftershave he brought last Christmas. 

“I missed you,” Peter mutters into Harley’s chest, shaking from the laughter that bounces between them. Harley rolls his eyes and despite not being able to see it Peter knows it is happening, “You saw me yesterday.” Peter can only respond with a small, “Not soon enough.”  

It is only then that Peter moves away and looks around remembering how in public they are, even if it is a ticketed event with no media, anybody could talk to anyone about who the Stark heir is hugging. He doesn’t seem to care as much as he should. That is until people are turning to look towards the glass doors once again, as large personalities enter. His parents. 

Whispers wrap around the room as they enter, his dad always liked to make an entrance and the bodyguards who now fill the door do that successfully. At least this time it wasn’t played to music (the last even Peter remembers had them entering with AC/DC playing when the doors opened for the final time). 

Everyone turns away from the door as the announcer for the night takes his place at the marble podium on stage, “welcome Mr Star and Mr Rodgers,” he smiles, clearly told to do this because Peter is looking at Tony and his dad's face doesn’t seem so welcomed, but only those closest would realise that. His dad had always been good in the face of the press. The presenters continue despite Peter’s disinterest, “I know invite all our guests to take their seats at their table, all spots are named tagged and there is a seating map at all four corners of the room.” 

Peter has only shifted away from looking at his parents when Harley takes his hand, pulling him towards the bar to grab drinks before going back to the table, leaving his parents to settle as suggested. 

Ordering for them both Harley turned to Peter, trying to gather his attention “Are you still scared?” Harley asks sincerely seeing the way Peter’s eyes are drawn to his parent's table. Peter shrugs in response, “Not scared as much as worried, I know they won’t care I have a boyfriend and I know they like you, I just don’t know how they will go putting those two facts together.” Harley kisses the top of Peter’s head reassuringly, “I know it will go great.” 

And Peter really needed to hear that because now his parents are waving at him. 

They head over to the table together, drinks in hand and Peter is prepared to say his speech over and over again in his head but that all changes when Tony greets them both, “Harley I didn’t know you would be sitting with us tonight?” Peter would think the comment was a lie if he didn’t know that Tony didn’t organise the event and wouldn’t have bothered to look at the seating plan. The look Peter is getting from Steve says otherwise because Steve definitely knows. 

Harkey just smiles politely putting a hand on Peter's back to encourage him. 

“Dad, Pops,” Peter says between his fathers, “This is Harley-”

Tony eyebrows shoot up confused at why his son would be reintroducing somebody that Tony clearly knows, spent plenty of time stuck in a garage with the kid. “Pete, we know who Harley is-” Tony tries to question only to be cut off by Peter finishing his sentence.

“My boyfriend.”

His dad is extremely surprised and with the quietness that stuns him, you could hear a pin drop. Steve doesn’t look as surprised, instead pleased and almost proud. Subtly he pats the seat next to him to get Harley’s attention and the Tennessee boy quickly follows suit putting his drink down in front of the claimed red chair, dragging Peter to do the same.  Peter quickly sits and Halrey kisses his cheek to reassure him that everything is okay. Peter gulps looking at his pops, “You don’t seem, umm, so surprised.” He mentions while Tony is still out of action due to the announcement. 

Steve shrugs "I'm 95; I'm not dead,” he takes a sip of his whisky before continuing, “You’ve been roommates for the last 2 years and suddenly you find a boyfriend, you talk about his accent and you are worried about us meeting him, I put two and two together.” 

Peter winces, nearly as in shock as Tony is.  But Tony is slowly recovering looking between the two his eyes falling on the hand that is on Peter’s leg and realises this has been happening for a while. Tony mutters one word that draws the table’s attention “What?” They can all lightly laugh. 

Until the mood turns serious again “But son,” Steve pulls Harley’s attention, “I don’t appreciate the amount of PDA you both seem to produce and public events.”

Harley quickly blinks at the accusation and Peter feels the need to save his boyfriend, “Pop it is not like that was my first kiss,” Peter blushes at the attention between him and Harley at the table. 

Tony laughs at his son, taking pleasure in embarrassing him, “No that was in the back of the library, I heard it was quite exotic.” The blush that lifts on both Peter and Harley’s faces is firetruck red, Tony has certainly succeeded in his job of embracing the boys. 

Peter punches Harley in the arm, “You,” punch, “told him!” “In my defence,” Harley lifts his arms, away from being punched and rebuttals, “I didn’t tell him it was you I had my first kiss with.” This does not help how Peter feels in the moment, displayed by the young adult putting his head on the table and graning, “I hate you all.” The mutters don’t go unheard by the rest of the table who laughs at his misery. 

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[writing-multifandoms]

Avengers + others reacting to reader passing out/getting dizzy.

( headcanons )

REQUESTS ~ CLOSED

The whole team ( like everyone ) :

Peter and Bruce notice the signs first. The way your eyes are glazed over. Whoever is closest to you will grab your arm if you sway or stumble forward.

It kinda depends on why you're feeling faint. If it's because of sickness, Bruce will definitely give you an IV so that you start to get better

If it's because of not sleeping, don't be surprised if they drag you to your room and make you go to sleep for like the whole day.

If it's because you haven't ate, then everyone will start arguing over what you should eat. While everyone is arguing, Steve and Bruce sneak away to the kitchen and get you some chocolate and a glass of orange juice

If there's no reason, then they will make sure to have you sit or lay down. They will also always keep a closer eye on you.

Tony Stark

He probably will tease you about being clumsy. He might even make a little joke or comment about it. Once he realizes that you are dizzy, he instantly goes into action.

If you start to pass out and he cannot reach you in time, he'll have one of his suits get around you so that you don't injure yourself falling.

If you don't wake up pretty much immediately, he's going to get Bruce. He might joke at first but he's still worried about you.

If he does reach you in time, he's going to wrap him arm firmly but gently around your waist. Once your eyes slide close, he picks you up and waits for a few moments. If you don't wake up, he'll take you to Bruce.

Steve Rogers :

He's literally by your side as soon as you stagger to the left. He starts rambling off questions. Asking if you had eaten that day or if you are sleepy.

When you pass out from the overwhelming wave of vertigo, his worry triples. He checks your pulse quickly before picking up your limp form.

It doesn't matter if you were only unconscious for three seconds. He is still taking you to Bruce. He deeply cares for you and would never forgive himself if anything were to happen to you.

He also hovers slightly now. He wants to be close enough to make sure that you are feeling okay and not feeling like you are going to pass out.

Bucky Barnes :

" You okay there, doll?" He says as he moves closer.

Once he gets closer, he gets his answer. You feel the room spinning and you blindly grab whatever is close to you. Turns out is was Bucky's metal arm.

He positions his body to where his normal arm wraps around your waist. He doesn't want to hurt you with his metal arm. He guides you to the closest couch and gets a good look at you.

He is trying to get to the bottom of your dizziness when you end up losing consciousness. Bucky immediately yells for Bruce and checks your pulse.

When you wake up, you're in Bucky's bed, a IV in your arm.

" You gave me quite a scare there, doll."

Thor :

If you get lightheaded on Asgard he takes you to the healers immediately. He's is super worried about you. You mean the world to him.

If you get dizzy on earth, he takes you to Bruce. Will not hesitate to pick you up when he sees the way your eyes glaze over.

Will freak out even more if you end up passing out in his arms. He holds you close in his arms. If you are injured and pass out in battle, Thor is p i s s e d.

When that happens he will not hesitate to kill all nearby enemies, his eyes glowing a deep blue as rage clouds him.

Loki :

He'll react similar to Tony. He most likely will tease you about it and make some smart comments about it.

But the moment, your eyes flutter, he teleports to your side. He's a trickster and likes joking around sometimes. But, he will actually draw a line when it comes to your health or your well being.

Demands Bruce to make sure that you are okay. The good thing is, Loki can teleport/shape shift.

So if he notices from far away that you are close to fainting, he'll immediately be by your side, to make sure you don't fall.

May or may not tease you though.

" You fainted directly into my arms. If you wanted my attention, you did not have to resort to such extremes."

Stephen Strange :

Okay if it's before his accident, he will immediately check you out. He's also a " I told you so." Type of guy so don't be surprised if he scolds you.

He will be worried if you end up passing out. Will take you to the hospital but won't let anyone but him and Christine check you out.

If it's after the accident, then you are kind of in luck. He has been more aware of his thoughts. If he notices that you look like you are able to collapse, he won't hesitate to use his powers.

He'll freeze everything to get to your side. He'll resume time when his arm is snug around your waist. Does panic a bit if you end up passing out. Won't let you do anything for the rest of the day.

If you end up passing out before he can freeze time, his cloak will always beat him to getting to you. His cloak will keep you upright so that strange can pick you up.

Peter Parker :

He could sense something was off. He was worried as he made his way to your side.

" Y/N, you oka-"

You fainted out of nowhere, your eyes rolling back in your head as your knees buckled. He was able to stop you from falling.

He had caught you with a web, a string of strong material had latched on your back. This was good enough until peter was able to get in front of you. You slumped forward in his arms.

" Mr. Stark? What should i- d-d-do?" Fear was evident in his eyes.

" Hold tight, kid. I'll get Bruce."

You awaken three minutes later and Peter has tears in his eyes. He thought you were gone forever.

Bruce Banner

Instant worry. As soon as he notices you start to sway unsteadily on your feet, he's going to pick you up. He will do a thorough exam to try and get to the bottom of it.

If you do end up passing out, he'll catch you and lay your body on the exam table, making sure that you are comfortable. While he does your exam, he'll make sure to keep an hand on your hip to make sure that you won't end up slipping

He feels better if he can find a reason behind your fainting. However, if he can't, then he'll will just make a habit of checking up on you more to see if you are feeling okay.

Natasha Romanoff :

She was already super protective of you. She felt really worried when she noticed what state you were in. Discreetly wraps her arm around your waist and supports a good portion of your weight.

Her grip tightens on you when your knees start to buckle. If you end up passing out, she will lift you into her arms and go in search of Bruce.

She won't leave your side while you are being attended to. She will also hold your hand while you are out. This is so you will recognize her when you wake up so you won't be alone.

May or may not use you feeling dizzy as an excuse to cuddle extra close to you. That way if you do end up passing out she will be close to catch you. + More affection.

Wanda Maximoff :

If she cannot reach you in time when you begin to lose consciousness, she will definitely use her powers. She would levitate you as gently as she could.

It also depends on where you feel dizzy at as well. If you feel dizzy but you are out and about, she will discreetly being you close and wrap her arm around you to keep you upright and steady.

If you start to feel lightheaded at the compound, Wanda will fully use her powers to make sure that you are safe. She will also carry you to bed.

Will not let you get up unless it's to go to the bathroom.

Vision :

Starts asking you questions while guiding you to the nearest soft surface. If you do end up passing out, he will pull you into his arms. He will time how long you are out for. If it's longer than a minute, he's taking you to Bruce.

Also keeps you a little snack stash for whenever you feel lightheaded or feel faint. You have also noticed that he is starting to hover more ( literally and figuratively ). If he notices you start to sway, he'll go right behind you and gently grab you so that you lean back against his chest.

While doing this, Vision will also discreetly check your pulse and temperature, but most times when he does that you are too out of it to even notice.

Just naturally worried about you. He wants you to be happy and healthy so he always makes sure to ask if you are feeling alright. You should also use it to get more cuddles out of him. When you cuddle up to him suddenly out of the blue, he will immediately ask you if you are alright.

Sam Wilson

Takes you to Bruce immediately. No like for real. And don't even get him started if you do end up passing out. Sam loves you so much so he's going to make sure that you are good.

Definitely makes you eat real food. None of that instant stuff. Even if he has to make it himself. If it's stops you from feeling faint, then he's willing to do that for you.

CUDDLING.... MORE CUDDLING.

He is definitely one of those people who loves cuddling with their s/o. If you do end up passing out, he will definitely be taking you to Bruce.

If there is no reason for your fainting then Sam will put you in bed. He will also make sure that you are as comfortable as he can make you. He will also have your favorite snack/food and/or movie ready.

Might make a joke or two about it.

Clint Barton :

( I forgot him oops )

Okay, he's like a mix between Natasha and Tony. He would tease you a little but like the instant he sees that you are looking a little out of it, he kinda panics. He definitely hovers close to you. However long this spell goes on, he will have both hands on you.

Will drag you to Bruce of he has to. He doesn't play around when it comes to your health. Once Clint has you steady he will crack a joke or two after make sure that you're good.

" I guess you could say you're falling for me."

Is a lot more hesitant for you to go into battle. He's now like ten times more protective of you, especially if the enemies know about your fainting spells.

He feels a little better about it if there's a reason behind you feeling woozy. Of it's something that can be fixed like eating enough, he'll make sure he always has snacks/drinks on him when you are around. He'll pull you into his lap and will make sure you are straight .

[allthatyoulove]

In A Sky Full of Stars

Andrew Garfield’s!Peter Parker/Reader (use of ”pretty girl”)

Summary: Dating Spider-man has never been easy. Especially not when he stumbles through your window in the middle of the night, bleeding and bruised.

Warnings: EXPLICIT SITUATIONS!/ light smut warning!- read at your own discretion. descriptions of injuries, blood, cussing

Words: 3.6k

A/N: Love me some Mr. Garfield ;) Had this one sitting in my drafts for a while. Also- first time writing somewhat-smut! Hoping to get better with practice. Please check out my ~prompt list~ Hope you enjoy the story, feel free to leave any feedback and please let me know of any warnings or errors I missed, thanks for stopping by :)

~NOT PROOFREAD/EDITED- ALL MISTAKES ARE MY OWN.~

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The first sentence is always the worst.

I spun around on my chair, groaning at the ceiling. I faced my computer again, looking at the blank document. I had absolutely no clue on how to start this essay. My fingers tapped against the desk anxiously as I tried to focus. A breeze blew through the window, making my curtains slowly wave with the wind. It was getting dark and cold outside, but I didn’t want to close it- I almost never did anymore, out of habit. Subconsciously, my eyes drifted to my phone sitting off to the side. I looked back at my computer. He said he would text me when he got home. I have an essay to do.

My eyes went to my phone again. I audibly groaned, putting my head in my hands. I didn’t know how to start my essay, and I couldn’t focus with Peter on such a big mission.It sounded like a big mission from what I heard when he called me hours prior, anyway.

“Hey Peter what’s-”

“So so sorry, I can’t talk for long. I wanted to call and let you know I can’t make it tonight for date night. I’m so, so sorry. Something-” He took a breath, wind blowing into the speakers of the phone as I heard the sound of his web shooters. He inhaled before continuing.

“Something came up. A really big reptile-alien-bad-guy thing popped up and is freaking people out, I have to take care of it. I swear I will make it up to you and-”

“Peter.”

“-I’ll text you as soon as I get home. I’ve wanted this date to happen for so long-”

“Peter.”

“-and I’ll make it up to you. I swear it.”

I stayed quiet for a moment, waiting as I heard him catch his breath. He inhaled deeply as I continued to hear him flying through New York.

“You done?” I asked, raising my eyebrows even though he couldn’t see me.

“Not yet. I’m so sorry.

...now I’m done.”

I laughed at him, shaking my head.

“It’s completely fine. You have a city to look after. Please be safe. And text me as soon as you get home, okay?”

“I’ll- when I- not worried- little lizard. It’ll be- home soon.” The connection started to break up, his sentences cutting in half as I tried to listen to what fragments I could understand.

“Peter? Peter, you’re breaking up.”

“I’ll make it- soon as I- get home.”

“Text me as soon as you get home. Please be safe.” I said, praying he could hear me through the bad connection.

“-be safe. Love you.”

The call disconnected.

I winced as pain shot through my finger, snapping me out of my thoughts. I sat up, snapping out of my recollection of earlier in the day as I looked at my finger. A wooden piece of the desk had broken off, going straight into the tip of my finger. Blood started to flow out of it and drip onto the desk.

“Shit shit shit,” I said, grabbing my phone and running to the bathroom to wash it off. I opened the cabinet, grabbing a small band aid as I ran the wound under the water. It stung, but my mind was too occupied elsewhere to really dwell on it. I stood there, watching the water wash the blood away as my mind went back to it’s sole subject of the day- Peter.

He had said he loved me before he hung up. We’d been dating for only a couple months now, and that was the first time he’d ever said it. My mind was balanced between focusing on Peter saying he loved me and being worried for his safety. While my heart fluttered every time I thought of the call, it also worried with concern for how he was doing. I really really liked him. So much that sometimes it scared me. I had to know if he said it by accident- by routine, or if he really meant it. And if he meant it, I had something to tell him too.

I was getting increasingly worried. He usually gets his little missions done in a couple hours. The call took place this morning, and now the sun had just finished setting outside. I picked my head up, looking at myself in the mirror. I reassured myself in my head.

He’ll be fine. He said he’d text me when he got home- maybe he just forgot. Maybe he’s asleep in his bed right now, perfectly fine.

I watched my brows furrow in the mirror as I tried to convince myself.

Maybe a shower would help.

—

I stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around myself as I wiped the condensation from the mirror. I started to brush my teeth in the mirror before my mind ultimately drifted. I picked my phone up from the counter with my unoccupied hand, unlocking it.

Still no text from Peter.

I even checked every social media, every platform that we’ve chatted through. Just in case. Still nothing. I sighed, placing it back down. There was not much I could do from my bedroom. Even if he was in trouble.

I once again attempted to avert my attention, clearing my mind completely. I would wait. I could be patient. For him, I would wait.

I finished brushing my teeth, rinsing my mouth and looking at my finger. The bleeding had come to a slow and gradual stop, but the injury was open and an angry red. I wrapped the band aid around my finger. The pain became more noticeable as my head cleared. The splinter was much bigger than I thought, and hurt much worse coming out. I shrugged as I looked at the band aid placement. It would be okay for now.

The bathroom was still foggy with steam from the shower as I opened the door. The sun must have set even more, leaving my room even darker than before. I turned off the bathroom light, which left me completely in the dark. I walked over to my bedside lamp, turning it on so I could find my way to my dresser. The yellow lamp took a few clicks before it turned on.

I sighed as I stood there for a moment. Today had been a stressful day, and I wasn’t sure if I’d be getting any sleep tonight. If I can barely keep my mind off of any specific topic for longer than a couple minutes, there was no way I could lay in bed, in the dark, in silence, and be perfectly fine.

I tried to stand there and think of every possibility. Everything I could do. I won’t be going to sleep any time soon, so what could I do that could calm my nerves?

I could… go to his house.

That way, if he was sleeping, I would know and be able to come back home with a clear head. If he wasn’t home, I could wait there until he eventually made it home or even scour the internet for news of a reptile-alien-bad-guy thing, and go offer my help?

It was a good enough solution for me. I was getting restless, and hated waiting around and not doing anything helpful. If I couldn’t think of a first line for an essay, I could help my boyfriend fight a lizard to save New York. Right?

Before I could reach for my dresser underneath my lamp, I was brought out of thought by the sound of a voice from the shadows.

“Something on your mind?”

I jumped back, my hand shooting to my mouth as I let out a short scream in fear. I turned around to the source of the noise.

Peter was sitting on my windowsill, his back resting on the closed window.

I instantly let out a breath, putting my hand to my chest and closing my eyes.

“You scared the shit out of me.” I breathed, shaking my head. I opened my eyes to look at him.

He was laughing, fully dressed in his spiderman suit- save for his mask. His hair was messy, his face a little dirty. He had his backpack on and was carrying his mask with one hand, the other draped around his waist.

He moved his legs to the inside of my room, jumping down onto the floor. He almost sagged to the ground, using an arm to hold himself up on my office chair. He winced as he tried to remain on his feet.

I instantly started towards him, my face twisting with concern and confusion.

“Oh my god, Peter? Are you okay?” I asked, my hands going to his waist to help hold him up.

“You should see the other guy,” He groaned out, falling forwards and into my chair sitting next to the window. I sat down on the floor next to the chair, my eyes scanning from his neck down to his waist. There were three huge slashes across his chest, bleeding through his spiderman suit. My heart raced as I looked at him with concern. “By the way- not a little lizard. Huge, gigantic lizard-”

“Okay, okay- huge lizard, got it. I need your help, okay? I need you to take off your suit.” I said, trying not to panic. He just gave me a huge smirk, his eyebrows raised. I stared at him, waiting. He continued to smirk at me in silence for a moment before messing with it, pulling it to his head. It got stuck on his head, him flailing his arms around for help. I laughed and helped pull it up the rest of the way, his head popping out of the material. His suit rested below his stomach, the material scrunched up together. He had a huge smile on his face, despite the nasty cuts across his chest.

I met his smile before my eyes fell down to his chest, seeing jagged scars. They went from his right shoulder down to his stomach. My mouth parted in shock. The cuts were still bleeding, blood smeared around the entirety of his chest. He seemed unfazed by them, staring at me and gauging my reaction.

“Peter…” I whispered, shaking my head. My eyes teared up. He looked at me with sympathy, his eyes reflecting the light of my lamp.

“I’m fine, really. I promise.” He said, bringing his hand up to put my hair behind my ear. “It looks worse than it feels.”

He brought his hand down the side of my face and rubbed his thumb along my cheek in comfort. Even though I should be the one comforting him. I nodded against his hand, looking down at the wound again. I blinked away my tears before talking again.

“I’ll get you a towel.” I whispered, smiling at him and standing up. His eyes filled with a mischievous look as he smirked again, looking me up and down and biting his lip softly. His hand came out from the side, going to the bottom of the towel I had forgotten I was in. He gently pulled on it, not enough to move it but just enough to get my attention.

“I could… use this one?” He asked, his eyebrows raising in suggestion as he started to sit up on the couch. His face twisted in pain with the movement. One hand went to hold my towel in place, the other going to push him back down onto the couch.

“Easy, bugboy.” I said, walking away and towards the bathroom. I bit my lip, my face hot and my thighs subtly clenching together.

“What’d you call me?” I heard him say after me, laughing.

I grabbed some of Peter’s pajamas that he had left behind before, taking them into the bathroom with me- a dark blue shirt and a pair of my gray shorts. I closed the door and changed quickly, running a couple washcloths under water and grabbing a small first aid kit.

“We’ll have to make do with what I got.” I shrugged, walking back into the room. He was laying on the floor now, his back against the foot of my bed. His head leaned against the wood, his arms limp at his sides. He turned and looked at me, his adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed and followed me with his eyes. I ignored his stare, walking over to the other side of him and settling down on the ground next to him. I dropped everything but the washcloth, situating myself so I was close enough to him. He looked directly at me, a lovestruck expression on his face. My face heated under his stare, my stomach fluttering.

I brought the washcloth up to his chest, rubbing the blood off of his skin. He groaned in pain, his head leaning farther into the bed, looking at the ceiling.

“I know, I know, I’m sorry,” I cringed as he tensed up with each movement. One arm grabbed onto the wood of the bed frame, hanging on for dear life. The other dangled loosely at his side on the ground. After getting the blood surrounding the wounds, I brought up the second washcloth to the actual gashes across his chest. He brought his head back down, staring at his chest and waiting for the contact. His entire body was tense.

I decided to get it over with, applying the cloth to the cut and starting to clean it. He winced and groaned in pain, his hand that was lying on the floor grabbing onto my waist in comfort. My face heated, my eyes looking into his with sympathy. He was still looking down at the cut, watching me clean it again and again.

“Hey, what’s this?” He asked, picking up my hand and examining my finger. I’d forgotten about the cut.

“Oh, it’s nothing. Just got distracted earlier.” I shrugged. 

“You should really be more careful.” He said, looking into my eyes as he brought the finger up to his mouth, kissing the bandage.

“Funny.” I deadpanned, continuing to clean the huge cuts he got from fighting a mutant lizard.

I continued to move the cloth against his wound, Peter letting out a particularly loud moan of pain. His hand squeezed my waist, bringing me closer to him. His mouth was parted and he was panting, looking back at his chest. I looked from his lips to his eyes to his hair, in awe of him. My thighs clenched together at the sounds he was making. The cuts were clean, though I felt an urge to keep cleaning it just to hear him again.

He finally looked up, catching his breath. His face was only inches from mine. My breath hitched as his eyes met mine, and I smiled at him. His eyes glanced from my eyes to my lips. I looked at his lips, then looking into his eyes that were searching mine.

He started to sit up, looking into my eyes for any signs of hesitation or doubt. My breath hitched in anticipation, my gaze darting between his lips and his eyes. He sat up closer and closer to me, taking his time. He tilted his head, his lips just barely touching mine.

I followed him, my eyes on the edge of closing. He brought the hand that was holding onto the bed over to rest on the bottom of my face and neck, his thumb rubbing my cheek lightly before pulling me into him. His head dipped down to catch my lips in his, pulling me against him so our lips molded together. He pulled away to look at me, his eyes scanning my face. I breathed heavily, looking at his lips only. The hand that wasn’t on my face was being used to brace himself against the floor. He sat up straighter, using that hand to grab my waist and pull me onto him. His hand stayed on the back of my neck, gripping lightly.

“You look so good in my clothes.” He whispered, bringing both of his hands to my face now to hold me. He looked at me with desire, with need. I sat down fully on his lap, feeling him hard beneath me. I let out a broken breath and put my head against his.

He pulled me into him again, tilting his head to pick mine up into the kiss. His tongue swiped against my bottom lip, to which I opened my mouth wider. He licked into my mouth, our tongues entwining together as the kiss got more passionate.

I started to grind down on him, earning a whiny moan from him. He kissed me even more aggressively, sitting up even straighter as his hands went down to the hem of his shirt that I was wearing. They stayed there for a second, continuing to kiss me.

“Take it off.” I whispered, pulling away to rest my head against his. He panted, catching his breath and nodding with extreme enthusiasm as he pulled the shirt over my head. I looked at him, watching him look at me with awe.

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispered. I grabbed his face, kissing him once, twice, three times before he pulled me away gently. He held my face with one hand, his other pushing me down onto him by my waist, encouraging me to grind on him. His mouth went to my neck, licking and sucking hickeys everywhere he could reach. I moaned, riding him through his clothes. He was achingly hard beneath me, the thin materials of our clothes the only barrier between us. He moaned against my neck with every movement, my hands going to his shoulders for support.

“Use me,” he groaned into my neck, pulling his mouth away from my neck. He pulled me in by the back of my neck to look at him as I continued to grind against him. “I need you to use me. I want you to. Please. Get yourself off like this, can you do that for me?”

I nodded, looking at him with dazed eyes. His lips were swollen, his hair messy. He looked all over- at my face, at my lips, my neck, my chest, down to where I was grinding on him, chasing the high I could feel starting to stir in the bottom of my stomach.

“I need you to say it. Say- say you want to cum like this.” He groaned, one hand going to the back of my head. His hand threaded through my hair, grabbing it and pulling it back to reveal my neck to him. I moaned, closing my eyes.

“I want it, I want to cum. I want to use you like this, please.” I moaned out, my hands going to pull on his hair. His mouth attached itself to my neck once again, moaning with me.

“God, yes. Please. You feel so good.”

He took his hand out of my hair, going to wrap around my back- pulling me down onto him as he started to thrust upwards. He pulled me down in time with his thrusts, pulling away to look at me as he moaned. His eyebrows furrowed, his lips looking at my own. We looked at eachother, our faces contorted in pleasure as we chased our finish. I pulled his hair harder, pulling his head backwards as I leaned forward and kissed him. It was sloppy as our tongues explored each other's mouths, his hands roaming all over my back.

“Fuck- I’m almost there, keep going”

His thrusts started to get sloppy, his tongue slowing as he got closer. His eyebrows furrowed as his eyes squeezed shut, focusing on that fast coming feeling. I pulled away from him, a string of saliva connecting our mouths as I watched him. He wrapped his arms around me tightly.

“Shit. Don’t stop baby, don’t stop, please- don’t stop.” He frantically moaned out, panting. I continued to ride him, watching his eyebrows raise in pleasure and his mouth drop open.

“Please, please, please, please,” He moaned loudly, begging as his body shuddered. He rolled his hips up, grinding up into mine. I moaned softly, bringing his lips back onto mine. I kissed him gently, slowing down but continuing to grind on him. I was so close. He was breathing heavily, trying to catch his breath but still softly gasping from the contact.

“I need you to cum. Cum for me, please. I want you to cum.” He whispered, moving the hair from my face and staring at me. I nodded, looking at him as he encouraged me. I picked up my pace, so close to finishing.

“There we go. You’re doing so good.” He moaned, starting to thrust against me again. “You can cum for me, can’t you?”

I nodded immediately, closing my eyes.

“Let me hear your voice, pretty girl.” He whispered, gathering my hair into one hand to kiss the base of my neck.

“I’m almost there. I wanna cum for you, please- I wanna-” I moaned, feeling an orgasm fast approaching. I closed my eyes, my thighs starting to shake as I tried to keep my pace. He moaned with me, his lidded eyes looking into my own.

“Cum for me baby” He whispered, kissing from my neck up to the side of my face. I moaned loudly, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and pulling him into me.

My thighs shake as I finish, holding him against me as the orgasm hits me. The euphoric feeling washed over my body as his leg bounced underneath me, adding friction. I could feel him kissing my neck, my shoulders, everywhere he could reach as I slowly came back down from my high.

“Thank you” He whispered into my hair, panting.

“Did you-?”

“Twice.” He grunted out, shifting underneath me. I breathed out a laugh, my head dropping to his shoulder. His hands ran up and down my back soothingly. I pulled away, smiling as I stared at him.

His eyes were barely open, smiling at me with swollen lips and even messier hair. I moved the hair that had gotten into his face, sticking to the sweat that formed at his hairline. I kissed his forehead, going down to his lips. He brought a hand up to tuck my hair behind my ears, looking at me with so much love it was almost overwhelming. My stomach fluttered and my heart pounded in my chest. He leaned into me, his lips touching mine.

“Oh, and Peter?”

“Yes?” He breathed against me, waiting.

“I love you too.”

[folkwhorerain]

Only you, my girl.

May Parker x fem!reader

I'm just being a big simp for Marisa Tomei once again, nothing else. <3

Summary: May and reader have this disfunctional secret relationship going on, what will happen when reader will break up with May? What is she gonna do when she realizes she made a mistake?

Warnings: age gap, reader is in her 20s, 18+ (minors, do not interact!) angst, language (?), sexual tension, my poor grammar bc English is not my first language (Feel free to tell me if I should add more!)

I got inspired by "Dark Red" by Steve Lacy, so I suggest you listen to it while reading, if you want.♥️

I also got inspired by my POV on TikTok so check it out if you want to (loraine.maximoff)!

You don't know how it happened, but it did and it happened fast, a few months ago.

One minute before you were on the couch with your best friend's aunt and the next you were under her, making out passionately.

After that one encounter it happened more frequently, you and May would wait until Peter was out with his friends or doing superhero shit and when she was finally alone, you would go to her apartment, a few doors away from yours.

It was never your plan to end up like this with the hottest aunt alive, but you admit that you've thought about that a couple of times before… or more than that.

But that was probably a normal thing, you've heard a lot of people say not-so-chaste things about her: how bad they wanted to have a one night stand with her, how bad they wanted to see if she was good in bed and other shit that made your blood boil in your veins. However only you could see her for how she really was, what she liked, what she didn't like, the books she enjoys reading. But luck wasn't gentle with you and it was all too complicated to evolve in a serious relationship, you were much younger than her plus it was wrong in respect of your best friend.

In fact you tried to end that sort of relationship that was happening between you and May multiple times, but after a few days of arguing and ignoring each other, you would always come back to her.

But that doesn't mean you didn't feel guilty.

_

It was a day like the others: Peter was at the Avengers compound and you and May were alone in the living room, having a make out session. You were about to take off the brunette's shirt when you heard Peter unlock the door, making the two of you jump apart.

“Hey, May.” He greeted her and then looked at you with a confused yet happy look. “Hi, Y/N. What are you doing here?”

“Oh, hi Pete.” You said still breathing heavily. “I was waiting for you but it's getting late so I better go.” You inform before dashing out the apartment.

“Wait, I'll walk you to the door.” May swiftly got up from the couch, following you out of the apartment.

“That was close.” She whispered before chuckling a little bit.

“Yeah, too close.” You said in a harsh way, making May frown; she knew what you were thinking.

“We're not doing anything wrong, Y/N.” She assured you stroking your arm. “We talked about this.“

You looked down at your hands, not knowing what to say. “You know, Peter is sleeping at Ned's tonight. Maybe you could come over.”

You saw her biting her lip with a hopeful glint in her eyes and, as much as you'd like to spend the night with the brunette, you knew that you were nothing but a stupid kid in her eyes, she would get bored of you eventually.

Well, you didn't know that but you sensed it. Looking at her you saw a strong, independent woman with her life together (or kinda) and looking at yourself you saw a kid with a lame job and a messy apartment.

And if that wasn't enough she didn't want to tell Peter about you two even though he deserved to know.

This is going nowhere.

“May, we can't.” You crossed your arms, hugging yourself. “This is not gonna happen again. I said it before, I know, but I'm serious this time. We can't keep doing-” You pointed between you and her. “Whatever you want to call it.”

She opened her mouth to say something, but as soon as she saw you shaking your head, silently asking her to say nothing, she closed it.

The look she gave you was heartbreaking. She was disappointed, angry, she wanted to scream at you in that moment, but she didn't. It was a waste of time and she has been there too many times before.

“I'll see you around, Y/N.” And with that she slammed the door right in front of your nose.

_

It has been weeks since your last fight with May. Nothing changed: you still go to Peter's, you help him make his web fluid and you bring food from the diner you work in for him and his aunt. It would all be as usual if May didn't treat you like you didn't exist.

The only things that come out of her mouth when you're around and when she's forced to talk to you are "please" and "thank you". Nothing more.

Peter noticed, of course he did, but he blamed it on the work, he would never think his best friend refused to keep screwing his aunt.

“So, you have a date tonight, uh?” Peter teased you, shaking your shoulder, making you chuckle uncomfortably since May was sitting right in front of you with a book in her hand.

She was so beautiful with her hair tied up in a messy bun and her glasses. The first time you kissed her she looked exactly like she did in that moment.

“So, how are you feeling? Are you nervous? How do you thing she is? Are you gonna kiss her?” Peter started to ask a lot of questions at once, you didn't know how this kid could be so talkative.

May didn't take her eyes out of her book, but you knew she was listening. Her body tensed and she was gripping the book a little too hard.

“Peter, I have a headache. Can you please stop?” May suddenly snapped before heading to her room and closing the door with too much strength.

You and the teenager stared at each other in disbelief. She never acted like that before, at least not in front of you. You knew this was all your fault.

“I'm sorry, Pete. Maybe I should go home and get ready.” You said before storming out of the apartment.

“What just happened?” He whispered to himself before running his hands on his hair.

_

The date with the girl, Alicia, was going well. She was funny, smart, the long silence while eating were never embarrassing. She loved physical touch but she never made you uncomfortable. She was sweet while she stroked your hand, there was no malice in what she did.

Definitely your type.

But there was only a problem: it all felt wrong.

Her laugh didn't warm your heart like the May's did, her touch wasn't as soft as May's when you cuddled in bed, her jokes didn't make you smile like May did.

You didn't see a future with this girl, not even a near future.

And that was when it hit you.

“Are you okay?” Alicia frowned, noticing you zoned out.

“I- I have to go.” You got up and left some money on the table. “I'm sorry.”

You left her there, speechless. Maybe you're a bitch for thinking this but you didn't care, all you cared about was one woman in particular.

After ten minutes or so you get to your building, but instead of heading to your door you head to May's.

come on, you can do this.

You took a deep breath and knocked at the door and after a few seconds May swing the door open, surprised to see you there.

“Hiii” You said jokingly, with a playful yet worried smile on your face.

She shook her head, obviously pissed, and went back to the apartment. She left the door open and you assumed she was silently asking you to come in, so you followed her inside.

“What? You don't want to know about my date?” You joked once again, just to tease her a little bit.

“No, I don't.” She said sitting on the couch with her back turned to you. “I don't care.”

You tilted your head a little bit and crossed your arms with a smirk on your face. “Jealous, May?”

She swiftly got up and looked at you with a dead stare; she was going to kill you for sure. She couldn't believe you had the nerve to tease her like this, not after the mess you made for the millionth time.

“Oh, so I'm right.” Your smirk was bigger than ever now. You knew you were playing with fire but you didn't care at all. You loved when she was jealous.

“Cut the bullshit, Y/N.” She warned you, taking off her glasses.

Oh, she looked so good.

“I don't care about what happened. I don't care about your new girlfriend.” She added with a hint of jealousy in her voice.

“Jealousy suits you, Parker.” You chuckled running a hand through your hair. “Well, I'm gonna tell you anyway: the date went bad.” You explained before biting your lips. “She's not you.”

“What?” Her face softened a little bit, but she didn't want to give up that easily like she always does with you.

“She's not you, May.” You repeated, a tear was now streaming down your cheek.

Saying those words out loud was the confirmation that you didn't want anyone else but her. You were so stupid for realizing it just now.

“Y/N, you have to stop messing with me!” She raised her voice a little bit, obviously frustrated. Could you blame her? You broke up with her at least five times in the last three months, too insecure to stay but too coward to walk away.

“May…” You took a deep breath sitting on a chair. “It took me a while to realize that I've been treating you like shit. I was scared that I was just someone to have sex with and make out when you felt alone. I mean, you're this beautiful, confident woman and I'm still learning how to live life. There's no comparison.”

She frowned, watching you wipe away some tears. She didn't know you felt like that. “There's no comparison, you're right, but that's because I don't want one. I don't care if you're not living your dream life yet or if your job is not how you expected it to be. I just wanted you to be mine.”

Your head immediately snapped to her, “But Peter-”

“Peter can deal with it.” She assured you. “The reason I haven't told him about us yet is because I didn't know if you wanted me enough to be part of your life.”

You looked at your hands, feeling guilty for the mess you caused. “I thought you were ashamed of being with me.”

“No, Y/N. I wanted you to be sure.” She said sweetly, a small smile appeared on her face. “I think you are now, are you?”

You look at her with apologetic eyes. “I belong with you and only you.”

She smiled and walked towards you placing her hands on your head, stroking your hair. You placed your forehead on her stomach and sighed. “Only me, Y/N?”

“Only you, my girl.” You confirmed before your hands grip her waist so much you could feel your nails digging into her flesh.

“Are you sure?” She whispered, now her hands were on your lower back.

You closed your eyes for a second, enjoying her touch. “I'm more than sure.”

“So you love me?” She teased you before placing two fingers under your chin, forcing you to look at her.

You bit your lips and stood up. You rubbed her cheek with your thumb and then your lips meet hers, you started giving her sweet kisses before sweeping your tongue along her bottom lip and then pulling away to look into her eyes.

She placed both of her hands in the back of your head, keeping you as close to her body as possible.

“I love you, May.” She sighed in relief hearing those words. “Only you.”

~

If you read it all, thank you for the support. She's my comfort character at the moment and I need to express all the love I feel for her. <3

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Collision Course || [TASM!Peter Parker]

summary: You get into the accident but get out of it in one piece. You can see the remains of the spider web on your body but not Spider-man himself. Peter's nearby but he didn't see anything. Weird, isn't it?

note: This is a very short one. Obviously.

You were riding your motorcycle on your way home from school when a car took the wrong turn and was about to crash into you. Peter knew what was about to happen, and he also knew he didn’t have time to change into his Spider-man suit and save the day as the city’s favorite hero. But he had to do something, he couldn’t just stand there and watch you get hit by some idiot.

Without hesitating much, he shot a web to grab and pull you away from the bike just in time. He cut it as soon as you were on the ground then ran over to you to help and make it look like he was just a passer-by like anyone else.

“Oh, my God, are you okay?” he asked with half-faked concern in his voice. He was worried you broke a bone as you fell, but it could have been much worse if it wasn’t for his quick reaction time. “Let me help with that,” he said as he helped you take off your helmet.

You didn’t say anything at first, but then you let out an angry groan and threw the helmet at the car that caused the accident. “Fuck that moron, he almost killed me!” When you took a look at your body to see if you really were in one piece, you noticed the remains of the web. “Wait, did Spider-man save me? Where is he?” you asked Peter as you finally looked up at him.

“Spider-man? I didn’t even see him. Weird.” Okay, the next one was a little risky, but… “Has anyone seen him?” he asked once he turned to look around the growing crowd.

People shook their heads and murmured amongst themselves how strange that was. Spider-man usually stuck around—no pun intended—to check if whoever he saved was okay. Well, he was there, only as a civilian this time. But they didn’t have to know that. You didn’t have to know that.

“You never answered my question, though,” he began with a hand on your shoulder. “Are you okay?”

You nodded. “I’m fine, I’m fine.”

Oh, how much he loved your eyes. And your mouth. And pretty much everything about you. How in the hell could he be so smitten? This was getting ridiculous. Clearing his throat, he said, “We should take you to the hospital.”

“No, there’s no need.”

“I’d be glad if a doctor saw you. Who knows what—”

You raised a hand and began to stand up on your own, refusing to let him help. “Peter, it's really sweet that you’re worried, but there's no need.”

“Would you mind if I stayed here until you could go home?”

“No, that would be great, thank you,” you said with a sweet smile.

That would be great? Did you really say that? Could it mean that you wanted him to stay because you had feelings for him? Oh, boy, his thoughts were going too far again. He had to calm down before he asked you out on a date out of nowhere. There sure would be a better time and space for that.

The guy who caused the accident came over to apologize and soon the police showed up as well. Peter stood by your side the whole time, eventually putting a hand on the small of your back without even thinking about it. You didn’t seem to have a problem with it, and when the police officer asked if your boyfriend could take you home, you didn’t correct him.

The two of you had been close friends since elementary school, your parents were good friends with his aunt and late uncle, yet he never really thought of telling you how he felt about you. The idea of being open about it was terrifying—which was strange coming from the crime-fighting Spider-man—so he never even tried to explain why he acted awkward in your company sometimes.

“You really don’t have to walk me home,” you told Peter when you were finally allowed to leave.

But he shook his head as he said, “No, I promised that nice police officer that I’d make sure you get home in one piece.”

“My dad is pissed and he’s going to pick me up, I’ll just have to wait for him,” you explained, showing him the screen of your phone. “I’m just sad I couldn’t thank Spider-man that he saved me.”

“I think he knows you’re grateful for that,” he noted with a knowing smile. “Well, if you don’t need me anymore, I’ll get going.”

Nodding, you wrapped your arms around his waist and rested your head on his chest. “Thanks for staying here with me.”

“That’s the lease I could do,” he said then kissed the top of your head.