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starboye · 3 months ago

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starring: peter parker (andrew garfield) x male reader

request: what if the reader is an onlyfans model and Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield) is a fan and one day you get saved by him from a mugging and you seduce Peter into “thanking him” and he’s very aggressive and he’s a brat tamer and will spank your ass till it’s red like his mask. You also give him sloppy head which he’s a fan of. The mask stays on the entire time cuz that’s kinky. Hopefully ends with some fluff and Peter asks him out?

warnings: smut, rough sex, unprotected sex, creampie, ass slapping, oral sex, a lil fluff at the end

directors note: ok so this was kinda messy at first which is why it ended up being a little long

you were a fairly popular onlyfans creator, i mean popular enough to get invited out to events and stuff and you had a somewhat large amount of followers, one of those actually being spiderman aka peter parker, he was obsessed with you ass (literally).

but one night after an event you get cornered by some thugs threatening you with some knives and just before they could beat you up for your belongings the friendly neighborhood spiderman shows up, beating up the thugs and watching them run away.

"thanks for the help" you say picking up the stuff you dropped in the scuffle "no problem just being your friendly neighborhood spiderman" he says about to swing away but you stop him "wait how can i repay you" you asks stepping closer and looking him up and down "well no need to repay me citizen, wait are you y/n from onlyfans" he asks remembering just a bit of your voice.

"yeah how did you know" you ask already knowing the answer "uhm just from around the way y'know" he nervously chuckles watching your eyes fill with lust suddenly "well since you saved me why can't i return the favor back at my place" you smirk and in no time he's swinging his way to your apartment building and walking through the front door with you.

he was a little shy at first, walking through the apartment he only saw through a screen and with his dick in his hand, until you showed him your room, you turning around and pushing him onto the bed before straddling his lap "how do you get this stuff off" you snicker trying to figure out how to get his suit off.

"the suit can come off but the mask stays on" peter says immediately grabbing his mask to keep you from lifting it to far "okay whatever mr spidey wants" you seductively whisper to him, getting up so he can undress, peter now fully naked and making out with you was hard as a rock.

rutting his dick against your ass until it was dripping cum "you wanna fuck me" you ask rubbing your ass on him to taunt him some more "fuck yes" he groans throwing his head back, you agonizingly slowly slipped the head of his dick in you, sinking in every inch of his big cock until you were bouncing up and down on his lap.

"fuck keep going just like that" he says wrapping his arm around your waist to control your movements, slapping your ass until a big red mark was left, he lifted up his mask just to his nose and his lips attached to your neck and didn't let go until your neck was littered in his hickeys "can i call you daddy" you ask looking down at him as he thrusted upward into your ass "oh please do" peter smirked at the sight of you.

"then fuck me up daddy" you say and with those words he flipped you onto your back with him right above you, tangling his fingers with yours and pinning them by your head, slamming his pelvis into your ass over and over until you were a moaning mess "who's your daddy huh" he asks "y-you are" you whimper wrapping your legs around his waist "that's right" he smirks knowing he's the only one getting to fuck you unlike all the other guys who dm you day after day asking to meet up.

"fuck im gonna cum" peter mutters into your neck "please cum in me" you plea tightening your grip on his biceps before he slams his load into you, making sure to push it all into you, leaning back on your bed with a big huff, his messy cock laying on his stomach "clean it up" he orders and you're quick to obey, crawling in between his leg with his load dripping down your inner thigh, sucking him until his dick was spotless.

"mhm every drop" he hums watching you work your magic with his cock again before pulling off and laying next to him "well that was fun" peter awkwardly says as if he wasn't ordering you around five minutes ago "i just wanted to our good ol' spiderman for doing his service" you say "well how about i do you a favor know" he asks turning to look at you "and what would that be" you retort "me and you dinner tomorrow night" he suggests and after a few moments of silence you agree "i guess it's a date then spidey" you chuckle.

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usoppshoneydew · 10 days ago

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"Pin It Up" Tasm! Peter Parker x reader📷📷📷

S: You take a pin-up photo for a poster in Peter's room.

Pairing: Andrew Garfield! Spider-Man x F!Black reader

Tw: some suggestive content/nothing explicit/fluff

Word count: 2.4k

Notes: inspired by a Spider-Man comic panel I saw, where Peter had a poster of MJ in his room; this is proofread but there may still be mistakes📷📷📷

Music plays from the small radio in the Parker household kitchen while May Parker cleans out one of her junk drawers. It's a nice spring day and she figured she'd open up the windows and finally get started on the ‘cleaning’ part of the season. May hums along to her favorite oldies but goodies station when the doorbell rings. She looks up and drops the extra fast food napkins in her hand, before walking over to answer it. When May opens the door, she's greeted by a delivery driver.

“Yes? Can I help you?” May asks curiously. She hadn't expected any parsels today and the mail shouldn't be delivered yet. The employee gives her a polite nod before pulling out a clipboard.

“Hello miss, I've got a package for a, Peter Parker?” he informs her and she nods. It's still a little surprising though because Peter usually asks her to look out for packages when he's expecting them. They usually leave them by the door too ,despite that not being the best idea, even in their moderately safe neighborhood.

“Oh you must mean my nephew. Here I'll sign for it.” She answers the delivery guy and takes the clipboard from him.

“Tha~nk you! Let me just grab your package.” he says and May raises her eyebrows in surprise. Did he mean from the truck? Why wouldn't he have brought it to the door? She soon finds out why when the employee pulls the package out from beside the front door.

“Peter!?”

Peter looks up from his computer and pulls out his earbuds when he hears his aunt call his name. He hops down the steps to their stairs before swinging his body around the banister the same way he's been told not to since he was little.

“Yeah?!” He calls back as he walks over to the kitchen. Inside, his tiny aunt is struggling with what looks like a huge,rectangular box. Peter walks over with an amused smile, slightly confused.

“What's that?” He asks before gently taking the box from her. It's surprisingly light, despite how big it is, so May must've been struggling because it's awkward to carry. Aunt May just sighs, glad to be rid of the thing.

“The boy at the door said it was for you.” She huffs while gesturing at it. Peter just turns the box in his hands with a confused frown.

“For me?” He wonders outloud. Peter takes the box up to his room and lays it on the floor. It really was huge, and flat, but way bigger than a simple poster. But then again, the majority of that could be due to the packaging inside. Peter tilts it in his hand to finally get a good look at the sender, and finds it's from a place called Model Captures. It's then that he recalls a certain conversation from around a month ago.

*_*_*_*

“Maybe you can put some lanterns up, boo. Like the circle ones? That'd be cool.” You had suggested while closing his window. It was a late-night and the two of you were trying to keep quiet while putting together an abundance of ITEA furniture. A few weeks prior, Peter had asked for your help to renovate his childhood bedroom as a celebration for the new IT job he'd just been hired for. It was perfect. A job he could do from home and get paid the minimum wage. You yank on the stubborn window pane until it shuts completely, blocking out the cigarette smoke fanning in from the house beside you. If it was bothering you, you know it'll start driving Peter nuts.

“Lanterns? Like the colorful ones at the spoken word thing we went to?” Peter asks from his spot on the floor, surrounded by coffee table parts, packaging, and instructions. You walk back over to sit behind him on his bed, resuming your task of unwrapping new coasters and candles, things you told him he should buy after all the furniture is set up.

“Noo, just typical white ones. The small type that you can spread around. Even though a big one over the coffee table would be cute.” You ponder while stacking the cork coasters and setting them aside. Peter hums while scanning over the paper in his hand for what feels like the hundredth time, seriously tempted to just put the table together using webs and glue. He could probably pull it off, he's sure. He built his own web shooters for goodness sake.

“We'll have to check them out when we head back to ITEA.” He mumbles in agreement, eyeballing the typed steps and diagrams. After he fails to comprehend what piece goes where for the nth time, Peter finally tosses the folded paper away and drops his head on the bed behind him.

“Welp! There's no way I'm getting this done tonight.” He forfeits for the rest of the night. He'd gotten overzealous and tried to finish it early anyway. You yawn and lay over on your side, bending your elbow and resting on your hand. You'd gotten your hair braided after work today, and your scalp was still sore. You knew you shouldn't have let your cousin do it, but she had an opening at her booth and offered to do it for cheap. A yawn creeps up on you, making Peter turn towards you.

“You tired? Want me to take you home?” He asks you softly while gently touching your parts, his cool fingers soothing the area. You'd had a busy day today, but still dropped by when Peter told you he'd be messing around with some of the things he bought. Your webbed Beau smiles at the thought before pressing a kiss to your lips, making you hum.

“ I can stay a little longer.” You answer while playing with his hair. You work late tomorrow, your shift starting around the same time Peter plans to start patrol. You could afford to go home late, especially when you have a boyfriend that can swing you there. Besides, with the two of you working now, plus Peter's typical hero shenanigans, you might begin to see each other less for a while.

“Just spend the night then, I can swing you home in the morning.” Peter offers against you before kissing you again. He leans into your space, obviously ready to climb into the bed, and you're leaning back, until you think of something.

“Ooh, what about artwork? You could fill up some of the wall space with canvases.” You pull away to suggest, the interior designer in you still brainstorming. Peter frowns in thought, not too thrilled by the idea.

“Paintings? I'd rather put up photos.” He says, pulling back to rest his arms on the bed. You roll your eyes a tiny bit, a smile on your face. You and Peter's, painting vs pictures, debate will probably last until you're both old and gray.

“Ok well, some kind of large piece on the wall above your monitor.” You revise and start to play with his hair again, knowing you're probably sending goosebumps up his arms. Peter just fiddles with one of the legs to the table, thinking.

“Yeah but one big piece will be hard to choose. I'd rather just put up a photo of you.” He hums while running his eyes over the countless photos of the two of you decorating his wall. You both fall silent for a moment, you drifting off a little while messing with the hair at the base of Peter's nape, and Peter's mind racing. Then he suddenly pulls away from you, forcing you to open your eyes.

“Really, I should put up a big photo of you!” He says again, before laughing and turning to you as if he'd just had a major epiphany. You just blink, before frowning.

“Like a poster?” You ask slowly. You've seen something like that before, in a drama you were watching, but it was of the idol herself, in her own mansion. She was a famous actress. The thought of Peter having a huge model shot of you in this small room though, was pretty embarrassing. You sigh and watch as your boyfriend stands up to get a better perspective of the wall, really getting smitten with the idea.

“ Yeah! Something artistic and sensual. Like a real art piece!” Peter continues, actually fantasizing about it now, going on about black and white shots or full color ones. You just sigh, your hand rubbing at your cheek.

“ I don't know, baby. Don't you think that's kind of vain?” You whine and stretch, ready to shower and go to bed at this point. Peter immediately kneels near the bed and presses a few persuasive kisses to your cheeks and jaw, the ticklish pecks making you scrunch up your nose.

“ Not if it's in my room! Come on sweetness no one else will even see it.” your lover pleads, this time pressing kisses to weird places like the middle of your shirt, right between your boobs, making you roll your eyes. You contemplate it while Peter continues to pepper you in affection. It's true that Peter never invites the few friends he has, to his house. You've never asked why, but you guess it's because he reserves this space for his loved ones. Either way, it isn't likely that anyone else would see the piece. It'd be something just for Peter in his newly renovated room. You huff a breath through your nose, before resting your hand on the back of Peter's head, that was now resting on your chest and waiting patiently.

“Alright, what kind of picture do you want?” You ask the top of his head, and Peter smiles before sitting up and turning to face you, his nose close to brushing yours. He hums, looking at your lips while thinking.

“I want it to be like a real model picture. Something elegant. Like a celebrity.” He describes and you nod. You could probably go to that shop you used to take family photos at when you were younger. Peter moves a bit closer, and presses another soft kiss to your lips.

“Some slightly sexy.” He adds quietly, some heat behind his brown eyes. Alright, maybe you couldn't go to the family photo place. The artistic side of you already starts to imagine what that'd mean. You picture, draping fabric, some skin shown, something dramatic. This isn't a random request for a titty pic, this was going to be a piece of decor. You hold his gaze.

“You have plenty of photos like that on your favorite camera over there.” You remind him, nodding towards the camera Peter has reserved for just the two of you, resting on his desk. Peter huffs out a laugh and hides his face in your neck, feeling it start to burn. He takes a breath against your skin before standing up, and you bite your lip when he walks over to grab the camera.

“Then let's take a few more for reference.” He sighs with a deceptively cute smile, and something lights in your stomach. You sigh deeply, like what's coming next can't be helped.

“We'll have to keep quiet.” You respond, already eyeing the spectacle that is Peter Parker undressing. You wouldn't forgive yourself if you both woke up his aunt.

*_*_*_*

Peter feels his heartbeat pick up as he stands to find a box cutter. That conversation had happened almost a month ago. Obviously the two of you couldn't actually use the dirty pics on Peter's camera, so you both looked up a nice photographer and got your photos taken there. You'd made Peter wait outside the studio back then, deciding that you wanted the final shot to be a surprise, so he has no idea what he's about to see. Peter practically falls back onto the floor in his haste to open up the package. He'd purposely kept the space above his monitor vacant for you, and now it was time to complete his renovations.

“Let's see.” Peter whispers while opening up the neat rectangle he cut into the top of the box. He stands and props it against his legs, before carefully sliding the canvas up and out, not wanting to damage the precious piece in any way. The first thing Peter sees when he holds it up for himself are the colors. White, black, different variations of gray, and brown. It was a giant portrait of you sitting on the ground, a piece of white, flowing fabric being the only thing covering you. You're holding it to your chest, but it drapes over your softest areas, just barely protecting the most private places. You've got a serious, but serene expression on your face and there's a light source shining from somewhere above you, highlighting your features that Peter loves so much. It was all artistic, but the part that left Peter breathless was your skin. It was a monochromatic shot, everything being black and white, even your eyes; but the one distinguishable color on the canvas was your beautiful shade of brown skin, standing out like the most elegant feature of the photo.

“Wow.” Is all Peter could say. He knows you're beautiful, more than anyone, sometimes more than you, but this photo accentuated it so perfectly, he almost regrets that he wasn't the one to take it. That a picture of you this pretty graced another photographer's camera and not his. He's still looking at the giant poster, enhanced eyesight noticing tiny details, when his aunt knocks softly and walks inside.

“Peter? What was that giant package?” May asks as she walks over to her nephew, looking at him with concern, until she looks over his shoulder and gasps.

“Oh my, is that y/n?! She looks absolutely beautiful!” He says with a hand over her mouth. Peter just nods dumbly. The photo had turned out so pretty, it couldn't even really be considered vain or embarrassing. It was simply artwork. May looks up when Peter suddenly sets the painting against his bed and grabs one of his jackets from his desk chair. She just looks on in confusion as he darts out of his room.

“Peter?! Where are you going!?” She asks as she looks out the doorway, at a loss with her nephew's antics like always.

“I'll be back! I'm just heading to y/n's place!” Peter calls over his shoulder before taking off down the street. The photo was beautiful, but right now, Peter had to go and see the real thing.

A/n: Just a small idea I had mayyyybe a month ago? Or a few weeks, I'm not sure. Either way, I finished another fic without taking half a year!( used a pretty playlist towards the end for the last push). I think this one turned out pretty cute. Thanks for reading!📷📷📷

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slvttymilkshake · 2 years ago

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i just found ur blog and ur amazing, utterly. my request is for Aaron hotchner x autistic ftm reader, but I know you said you get a lot of Spencer asks so if you don't want to do criminal minds, a peter parker x autistic ftm would also be rlly nice :) take care of yourself!!

Tysm for this request,,,I'ma do Peter Parker because he's so bbg (for everyones knowledge...I only do Andrew Garfield Peter Parker)

AG!Peter Parker X Ftm Autistic reader

You and Peter were chilling at his place, of course, you knew he was Spiderman, and because you were neurodivergent, you had to refrain from revealing his identity went someone spoke about spiderman, considering your fixation on Spiderman, aswell as Peter, Peter, of course, knew you were trans and autistic, but neither of these bothered him, especially considering he had a slight feeling he might also be autistic.

But anyways, you and Peter were working on a science project on one of the most basic subjects ever, Volcanos, because your teacher chose that, which upset the both of you considering how boring and basic it was, but neither of you complained too much since you knew the teacher wouldn't change it.

"so...do you want to do a PowerPoint, a speech...or something like a model?" Peter asked, glancing at you with a small smile, you shrugged your shoulders, yawning, it had been a rather long day, and you needed to remove your binder, but you also didn't want to, Peter sighed, walking over to you, he gently kissed your neck, smiling "let's get your binder off...and then you can borrow one of my hoodies or something-" he murmured, of course, the mentioning of hoodies was enough to convince you, so Peter slipped your shirt and binder off, being gentle of course, he took his hoodie off, slipping it onto you, it smelt just like him, which made it so much better.

Peter grabbed your shirt and binder, folding them and placing them on his bedside table, he glanced at his desk before looking back at you, smiling "the project can wait..right now..I think you deserve some cuddles-" he chuckle, laying down on his bed with you, his arms cradling your body against his, his lips occasionally pressing gentle kisses against your neck, cheek and forehead, it wasn't long later that you both fell asleep, to which aunt may walked in, seeing you both asleep, she smiled, closing the curtains for you both before leaving the room, closing the door behind her.

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rues-daya · 3 years ago

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Could you do Andrew Garfield with Alexa Demie as a face claim?

ofc!!! hope you enjoy <3333

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y/nfan178 maddy, my beloved queen

euphoriafan245 bestie, I hate to tell you this but Cassie is hooking up with your ex Nate Jacobs, f her up

y/nfan176 I - have no words 😭

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andrewfan190 break up with Andrew and date me! I can cook and I can clean

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y/nfan234 maddy protection squad stand up

andrewfan13 you still with Andrew? Asking for a friend

y/nfan289 tell your friend the answer is yes :)

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andrewgarfieldnews: according to a close source Andrew and actress Y/N have called it quits!

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y/nfan278 I’m sorry what

andrewfan16 say sike right now

spideyfan156 by “ close source ” you mean a random person online?

y/nfan134 I refuse to believe this :/

euphoriafan202 wait does that mean y/n is single ?

andrewfan754 if it’s true yes but if it’s a rumor no

yourinstagram don’t believe everything on the internet hun, your close source is wrong, sending you lots of love

y/nfan156 she has spoken! i would delete this post now :)

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justjared: Andrew Garfield and Y/N Y/L/N were seen shopping after rumors started speculating about them breaking up

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y/nfan134 they were like here have some content of us so you guys can stop spreading rumors :)

andrewfan998 okay good, they are still together! was worried they broke up

euphoriafan15 y/n also commented on a fanpage saying they were still together

spideyfan145: who started the rumor anyways ??

y/nfan178 nobody knows, just glad it was just a rumor

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haileybieber angel babies ♥️

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zendaya ♥️

andrewfan55 we love the Andrew content, thank you y/n

yourinstagram it has been an honor :)

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garfinkelstingle · 3 years ago

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social media au | andrew garfield

pairing: andrew garfield x celebrity!reader

a/n: ok so i feel the whole concept is very much self explanatory but i just want to shoutout @rues-daya real quick cause her smaus really inspired me to do this (or anything, really. there hasn't been that much creative content on here lately lol) and if you want to scroll through some really awesome smaus (with a whole bunch of celebs!!!) i definitely recommend checking out her blog!!! it's truly dopesick.

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ana_d_armas 😻😻

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gemmachan it's nyc's pleasure, really

yourinstagram har har. good one, gem

yournamefan39 screaming crying throwing up

selenagomez ❤️

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andrewfan28 andrew is literally so lucky to have you like imagine doing better lol as if it even GETS any better

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yourname62 hope you're having a good day y/n!!!!!

yourinstagram i am!!! just had pancakes with the boyfriend ;) hope you're having a good day too xx

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caradelevingne HAHAHA maybe a little bit of both?

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simuliu it's called being starstruck, y/n

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yournamefan17 mommy, i'm sorry, mommy?

andrewfan42 why didn't you and andrew walk the red carpet together :(

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andrewfan03 i'm sorry for the person i will become when andrew garfield finally wins his long deserved oscar

andrewfan15 i love how no one mentioned spiderman during the interview and solely focused on tick, tick, boom!... a movie we all know 113% andrew is actually going to be in

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jimmykimmellive we love having you on the show!

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yourfan26 y/n in this dress,,, wait what was i saying?

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enews splitssvile! according to close sources the british beau Andrew Garfield and his girlfriend Y/N of nearly four years have officially called it quits... link in bio for the full story

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andrewfan17 i'm calling 🧢 on this one... weren't they just spotted holding hands like two days ago?

yourfan34 the way this is literally the "what's your source" - "trust me bro" meme lol i'm not believing shit unless y/n tells me herself

marvelstan28 not as obsessed with them as most of the people in this comment section are, but tbh i also don't really believe that they're dunzos... he literally just gushed about her in his cover story didn't he?

yourfan52 exactly!!!! this is such bullshit lol

andrewfan94 if this is true it's literally my 13th reason bc then i've officially lost all hope in love :((((

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yourfan83 new lockscreen alert i mean 😭

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1-800-amortentia · 4 years ago

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jus thought I’d share my lifelines. :,)

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i-care-4u · 2 years ago

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i would like to request a jack fic where either him and reader are both famous and dating, and while he’s on tour everyone starts talking about him and dua. OR him and reader are close friends and everyone knows they like each other, but nothing is official yet and reader sees him and dua getting close ? i LOVE angst btw (happy ending pls) thanks love !

CELEBRITY CRUSH | J.HARLOW

PAIR: JACK HARLOW X FAMOUS!READER

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you and jack were going to attend this years variety’s hitmakers as each other’s plus ones. you were famous in your own right, doing acting as well as occasionally doing modeling. because this event had to do with music, you were basically jack’s plus one for the night.

tonight, you arrived wearing a long beautiful dress while jack wore a matching set. comparing each other, it made jack look like the janitor.

you two got a table and enjoyed the privacy that they had for a while.

you leaned in, getting closer to jack, “so who’s arriving again?”

jack harlow started listing big names, “selena gomez, omar apollo, dua lipa-”

your eyes widened when he mentioned dua lipa. you didn’t mind her, in fact, you’ve met her before at a versace fashion show. she was one of the sweetest and prettiest people that you’ve met during fashion week. however, knowing that jack made a song about her made things awkward between the three of you.

soon, more people started arriving, and they started greeting you and jack.

“y/n!”

“hey jack, congrats man!”

“oh my god, look at you two!”

you and jack continued greeting and hugging everyone until jack left. jack got off his chair to hug a familiar face from the industry. “i’ll be right back.”

fifteen through twenty minutes have passed by, and no sign of jack. “maybe everyone wants to catch up with him,” you thought.

you got off your seat as well, leaving the table empty. you didn’t want to be that person, so you tried finding a person that you knew to ask where jack is. you started looking around the tables, eventually finding your friend and singer, omar apollo.

“omar,” you called, “come here.”

omar came up to you, “hi y/n, what’s up?”

“you know how i arrived with jack? do you know where he is?”

before he answered, the two of you were blocked by cameras.

“omar! y/n! look!”

“smile!”

as soon as the cameramen left, omar answered your questioned, “he’s still talking to dua, they’ve been at it for almost half an hour.”

“thank you omar,” you told him, giving him a hug before sitting at your table. you knew things already got awkward from there.

when jack came back, you decided not to bring it up during the event, but rather after. you and jack were driving to the hotel when you started the conversation.

“where were you when you left?”

“i was meeting everyone, and i even met the dua lipa.”

“really? how was it?”

“we had a long conversation.”

“that’s fun,” you sounded very uninterested suddenly, and deep inside you felt jealous. not only jack met dua in person, but she was one of his celebrity crushes.

although you and jack were close friends, it was only recently that you and him started to get flirtatious with other. you had to admit that you developed a crush on him even though it was never official. this goes the same to jack, who had a crush on you way before you did, but never had the chance to confess.

“everything alright, y/n? you seem bored of my shit.”

“i’m fine, just tired.”

“tired of hearing me talk about dua? y/n, it’s just a celebrity crush, calm down,” jack raised his voice, “you don’t hear me complaining about you and andrew garfield.”

“jack, i just admire his work, okay?”

“so i can’t say the same thing towards dua?”

“yeah, but you two were so close,” you pulled up a picture of jack and dua, with the headline reading, “dua lipa dating jack harlow after split with anwar hadid.”

“see for yourself,” you passed your phone to him.

“no, this can’t be happening,” jack gave your phone back, “y/n, you know our relationship isn’t like that, me and dua are just industry friends.”

“what are you going to do about it?”

the remaining of the day was a mess between jack and his team. jack called his publicist several times before eventually picking up in the evening.

“hello?”

“hi, can you explain why you’re promoting a relationship that isn’t even real? we just met a couple times, that’s it.”

“jack, it’s simple. if people see two of the hottest things together, it makes money.”

“so me and y/n aren’t enough?”

“you know y/n isn’t like that.”

“and so am i.”

jack meant that about you. you were mysterious in a way, and no one really knows what’s going on in that head of yours except for jack. he enjoyed being in your company and getting to know you better than anyone else.

the next day, jack decided to take you out on a simple lunch date. you guys wore a casual outfit, nothing fancy.

“you didn’t have to do this for me,” you said as you entered the restaurant. you and jack sat down in a table to talk things through.

“about us,” jack starts explaining, “i know we’re something more than friends. since the day we’ve met, i knew you had something the others don’t. you have the charm, the humor, you’re an it girl in my eye.”

you paused him to say something straightforward, “what you’re trying to say is that you like me?”

“always have.”

“then why didn’t you say it earlier?”

“i was scared y/n,” jack said, “i was scared that something bad was going to happen between us two if i confessed that i love you.”

you smiled at him, “well look at us now, boyfriend. nothing bad.”

later that night, magazines began debunking the rumor of jack and dua lipa dating each other. in replacement, the same magazines began confirming the relationship between you and jack two days after. and it was that quick too due to a fan entering that same restaurant that you and jack did. i guess you could thank the die hard fans for it.

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hello hello💕, could you do one of andrew garfield x actress or model (your choice) !reader, they had a baby girl and said her first word. and they both got excited and proud and started celebrating like little kids and the baby is like 🤨 “tf?” looking at them

idk I think is funny😭

First Word || Andrew Garfield

Andrew Garfield x Wife!Actress!Fem!reader

Summary: Andrew comes home early from one of his movie shoots and to both your and his surprise your daughter ends up saying her first word...

TW: Fluff, Mention of Children/Babies, Kissing

Word Count: 1,175

A/N: This was such a cute fluffy one to write! I’m still getting used to writing RPF of Andrew specifically since I haven’t seen many interviews with him yet so some of this might be a bit freeform and its kinda short so sorry for that as well! Thanks for requesting Anon and hope you enjoy! ALSO LOL I'm dead this was literally the only GIF I could find since none of the gifs I have saved from Tumblr want to upload or work so enjoy fluffy sunflower Andrew!

You glanced over at your beautiful daughter who was currently making a complete mess of your bed as she pushed and pulled the covers, grabbing her teething toys and throwing them about. You just continued to admire and smile at the beautiful creation you and your husband were able to make together, you didn't think it could be done but here you were a year later. It was crazy to think that one year had flew by so fast after having to give up acting so that you could focus on starting a family.

You continued to fold clothes and organize your bedroom while watching her play around and drooling all over the place but at this point, it couldn't be helped.

"Who is my precious little drool monster?" You cooed at her from afar as you slipped a shirt into the dresser drawer.

"You are! You are my lovely honey bee!" Your finger pointing at her and in return she gave you a big toothless smile while she mumbled gibberish at you.

Before you could keep showering your daughter in compliments Andrew entered the room with a bouquet of roses in hand and you immediately smiled as he playfully waltz and skipped his way over to you.

"Hmmm, let me guess, these are for me?" You grabbed the roses while he handed them to you.

"Of course, they are darling but make sure you play nice and share." He said pointing over to your daughter and you giggled at the thought while he leaned in closer to you.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" You asked playfully tapping the bouquet against his chest.

"Oh, of course, how could I ever forget?!" He exclaimed in an exaggerated and dramatic voice as his hand landed on your waist drawing you close and his lips touching yours, a small kiss to greet you hello.

"Mmm...much better, hello to you too hubby," You said with a small giggle as you looked into his eyes pulling away from the kiss.

"I thought you weren't supposed to be home till six?" You questioned while holding the roses close to your chest while Andrew nuzzled his nose against yours. He quickly pulled away and jumped back to a playful tone while looking at his beautiful daughter who was staring him down.

"Filming ended early today and plus I wanted to come home as fast as I could to see my little honey bee." He said approaching the bed and starting to coo at her. He made the cutest faces at your daughter and she just giggled at her father who was completely and utterly in love with her.

"Hmm...and what about honey bee's mama? I would hope she gets some love too no?" You said with a small pout as you walked over to his side and you both were now kneeling down by the bedside while your daughter faced the both of you. She frantically was grabbing toys, throwing them and chewing the living hell out of them.

"I mean obviously you do too my darling. No need to get all jealous now." He said with a chuckle while his hand reached out to your daughter and she grabbed his fingers pulling and pushing them. She was almost about to start using them as a teething toy if Andrew wasn't careful enough.

"Hey, hey now! Daddy's fingers are not a toy, please be careful my little bee." He said in a calm tone as you just giggled alongside the two, watching how gentle he was with the baby meant the world to you and you could tell he loved being a father just by the smile on his face every day when he saw her.

Your daughter in response pulled his fingers even harder and furrowed her little eyebrows and she started to ramble in gibberish once more but in protest as he tried to pull his hand away from her mouth.

"D-d-da..." She started to stutter and both you and Andrew looked at each other in confusion.

"Oh. My. God. Y/N get your phone, I think she is going to say her first word!" He said excitedly and you were smiling with joy running across the room to grab your phone and start recording the moment.

"Go on my love. D-d-da-da!" He tried to help her along in saying the whole word but she still stuttered and struggled, her little lungs breathing in so much air to say one word.

"You can do it bee! Just keep on going!" You encouraged while you held the camera up.

"D-d-d-da-da..." Her lips paused for a second while her lips moved, the word was on the verge of coming out.

"Dada!" Finally, she said her first word and both you and Andrew looked at each other in utter excitement being able to witness the special moment, completely overjoyed.

"I can't believe it darling! She really said Dada!" Andrew exclaimed as he faced you and you dropped your phone to the ground being swept off your feet and lifted up while he spun you around hugging you close.

"Yeah, she really did! Our baby did it!" You said repeating it over and over like a broken record as Andrew held you up in his arms and the two of you were looking at each other celebrating. A little dorky dance together even started to happen, so entertained in celebrating that your daughter was still sitting on the bed witnessing her goofy parents look like complete fools.

You had caught a glimpse of your daughter's face from afar in the middle of your celebration and you broke into a burst of contagious laughter that even Andrew couldn't help himself and he started to look in the direction you were. He saw the funny face your daughter was making at you both, a loud chuckle coming from him. Her eyebrows were furrowed, raised and her eyes were squinted while her lips were in a completely straight line, her face serious and confused at the whole ordeal.

"Y/N is our daughter actually giving us sass right now?" He asked you while the two of you looked at your beautiful bundle of joy and you just couldn't help but smile at the funny expression.

"She probably thinks we are two crazy people." You said motioning to your head with your pointer finger.

"Two crazy people who fell in love and made the most beautiful thing on this earth." He said right back as he turned towards you and looked at your daughter, smiling before kissing your lips quickly and hugging you.

"You're definitely not wrong their honey." You say before nuzzling your nose with his and before you could kiss him again crying and screaming sounds started to fill the room.

"Duty calls..." You sighed pulling away from your husband and chuckling a bit trying to put on a smile as you picked up her up and held her in your arms, her head cuddling up against your shoulder and immediately she calmed down.

"Looks like someone was just jealous and wanted in on the hugging party," Andrew said with a laugh as he opened his arms wider to hug the both of you together as one big and happy family.

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Given To Fly

Chapter 14: The Girl On The Other Side Of The World

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TASM! Peter Parker x Original female character

Summary: After the events of Spiderman: No Way Home, Peter 3 is determined to make some changes to his life. It starts with a new job, and a chance meeting with a beautiful stranger in a bar.

Notes: The lonely, somewhat tortured TASM!/Andrew Garfield version of Peter Parker in Spiderman: No Way Home broke my heart a bit. This is my attempt to give him his happy ending.

I can’t say too much, as there’s a mystery at the heart of this tale that I don’t want to spoil.

But I can say this will be an 18-part story with a slow burn, enemies-to-lovers romance with an OC character (the x reader format doesn’t work for this particular story - sorry!)

Also available on AO3

5 months later…

MJ sat in the small boutique and stared out at the rain-streaked city between the wedding dresses displayed in the window.

The scene beyond the warm, cozy store was a patchwork of grey. Dark clouds blocked the anaemic sun and belched rain onto the dreary concrete streets below. The people passing by the window huddled from the weather under black coats and black umbrellas.

The world was dark and miserable.

She felt right at home.

“What do you think?” Mel’s bright voice interrupted her maudlin thoughts. MJ turned away from the window and plastered a fake smile on her face. This was a big day. Wedding dress shopping with her little sister.

She had to make an effort to share in Mel’s joy.

Seeing her sister’s beaming face as she modelled the first dress made the effort a little less…effortful. Her smile turned real, her mood lightening a bit as appraised the gown. The white silk was unadorned. Simple, but elegant. And the bias cut provided the illusion of curves on her sister’s still too-thin frame.

The serum had worked its promised miracle. The first injection had brought Mel’s out of her coma. The second injection had given her the strength to leave hospital. The third had helped her regain all the power in her legs, restored the damaged neurones in her brain and completely reversed all the effects of the genetic disease.

She was completely cured.

Mel did a twirl - showing off the daring back of the dress - and repeated her question. “Well, do you like this one, Emmy?” She asked, using her childhood nickname.

MJ swallowed and suppressed the tears gathering in her eyes. She got choked up every time she compared this new version of her sister - the healthy, glowing one, so full of vitality and life - with the one she’d discovered five months ago on her return to England.

She’d stumbled into the ICU bay straight from the airport, the precious vials of serum concealed in the luggage she dragged behind her. She’d passed a fast-asleep Jack in the corridor outside, meaning her sister was alone when she found her. Tape covered her eyes; a breathing tube was secured to her face and multiple lines wove around her to connect to the machines standing guard. Instead of an excited ‘hello’ she was greeted by the beeps and hisses from that machinery, her sister silent and near death-

“Earth to Emmy!” Mel called, hands now on her hips in frustration.

MJ cleared her throat and banished the memory of that night. “You look amazing, Melly,” she said, truthfully. “It’s a winner.”

Mel rolled her eyes. “It’s only the first one! I’m not going to buy the first one I try on, not after waiting so long for this. When I didn’t think…” Her voice trailed off and her smile dipped.

‘When I didn’t think I’d ever get this chance.’ MJ finished the sentence in her head. She rose from her seat and joined Mel in the little fitting area. She took her sister’s hands and squeezed them tightly. “Then we’ll go to every shop in this city and you can try on every dress they have until you find the one.”

Mel nodded. “Thank you,” she whispered.

“What are sisters for?”

———

Later that day, exhausted from dress shopping and full from dinner at one of their favourite restaurants, they collapsed on the sofa.

“Dessert may have been a mistake,” Mel said, rubbing her stomach.

“It didn’t look like a mistake when you were wolfing it down earlier,” MJ teased, bringing her slipper-covered feet up on the couch.

“I don’t know what’s gotten into me. I can’t seem to stop eating.”

“You’re making up for lost time. You never had much of an appetite these last few years.” MJ explained. “Either that, or you’re knocked up.”

Mel threw a cushion at her. “Don’t even joke about that! My friends all think I’m crazy getting married so young, let alone becoming a mum.”

MJ broached the subject she’d been skirting around ever since the engagement was formally announced. “Are you sure? About the getting married part? I know you love Jack, but you guys talked about marriage when you were sick and-“

“And now there’s no expiration date on it?” Mel finished, nodding.

“You’ve got your whole life ahead of you now - you could do anything.”

“And I will do anything. And everything. With Jack.” She shrugged. “He’s the one for me.”

“You sound so sure.”

Mel plucked at a stray thread on the cushion in her lap. “I don’t have a lot of memories of Maman and Papa, but I remember how they used to be around each other. That connection they had. How in sync they always were, finishing each other’s sentences, and having whole conversations with one look. They were like a fairytale Prince and Princess to me, and I remember always hoping to find that myself. And I have, with Jack.” She shrugged again. “We complete each other.”

MJ nodded, lost in her own memories of her parent’s relationship. It really had been something special…

“Emmy?” Her sister’s voice was hesitant.

“What?”

“Will you tell me? About Peter?”

She shook her head - the motion instinctual and automatic. But Mel persisted. “Please? I think you need to. You’ve been so depressed since you came back-“

“I haven’t been depressed. I’m so happy for you, and I love seeing you so healthy. It was all worth it.”

She’d told her sister everything a few months ago. Well, almost everything. She’d told her about her powers. About the real reason she’d been in New York. About how she stole the serum and how Allard was now out of their lives.

Mel leaned over to grasp her hands. “You have no idea how grateful I am. All those things you went through over the past year…living that double life, being so alone, putting yourself in danger…and it was all for me. I can never repay you-“

“You don’t have to repay me. I did it because you’re my sister and I love you.”

“Well, you’re my sister and I love you, and I want you to be happy. And I think Peter makes you happy.”

Peter had made her happy - deliriously so. She’d only known him a matter of months, but she felt that connection Mel spoke of. That he was the only one meant for her. Meeting him had felt like a moment of clarity and revelation. As if she’d been waiting to find him her whole life. As if everything that came before him was just a prelude.

Her life could be divided into ‘before Peter’ and ‘after Peter’.

And the ‘after Peter’ part really, really sucked.

But she didn’t deserve him. He was better off without her.

MJ shook her head and smiled sadly. “He did make me happy. But it’s over, Mel.”

“It doesn’t have to be,” her romantic, overly optimistic sister replied. “If you just explain everything to him-“

“He already knows. I told him everything - about you, the serum, my powers. But it was too little, too late. I lied to him for so long.”

“But there were extenuating circumstances!” Her sister cried, becoming frustrated. “If he knew the kind of person you really are, the person you were before all this-“

MJ laughed bitterly. “That person doesn’t really exist anymore, Melly. The last year changed me. The things I had to do, the choices I made…they changed me.”

Mel looked on the verge of tears. “I feel so responsible. You did it all for me-“

“Yes, and I don’t regret it. I don’t want you to feel guilty, ever. I made those choices because I’m selfish. I just… I couldn’t lose you too. It’s not your fault, OK?”

Mel nodded, looking somewhat reassured.

And MJ realised she felt a bit better too. Maybe Mel was right - she did need to talk about Peter. She’d been bottling this all up for so long…

“I showed Peter the real me all along,” she explained. “I may have had different faces and names, but I was always me. I never put on an act with him. The problem is, he doesn’t believe that. He thinks I’m a stranger now.”

“So convince him he’s wrong.”

She shook her head. “He doesn’t trust me anymore, Mel. I don’t think he ever will. I deceived him too much, about too many things.”

Mel sat up straight, her stubbornness kicking in. “Well, you’re never going to change his mind all the way over here.”

“My life is here,” she protested.

“What life?” Mel scoffed. “You’re bunking in my spare room. You have no friends except me and Jack and you do nothing but go to work, eat and sleep.”

“Hey!” She lightly punched her sister’s arm. “I’m just trying to work out what I want to do now. I feel like…”

“What?”

“That I want to do more with these abilities. Somehow. I was inspired seeing how Pe-“ she caught herself just in time - that wasn’t her secret to share. “Spider-man helped people. He was gifted with unexpected powers too-”

“Yeah, but his helps him fight crime. You can just heal yourself and change your face. Speaking of which….” She looked excited now. “When do you think my powers will kick in?”

MJ laughed. “It took a while, so don’t get too ahead of yourself.”

“I can’t believe you kept it from me all these years,” she said, punching her back.

“I didn’t want to rub it in your face!”

The sisters teased each other and laughed for the rest of the night before turning in. MJ’s smile was real as she hugged her sister good night, feeling a respite from the numb detachment she’d felt since returning to England.

But she dreamed of Peter.

Of the hurt on his face and the pain in his voice during their confrontation.

Of him leaving her. Swinging away into the distance.

And when she woke…the world was grey again.

———

Peter wearily trudged up the stairs to his Aunt’s house, trying to ignore the twinges of pain from his middle back. He pulled the door handle, grumbling under his breath when the door swung open. “May!” he called walking down the hallway. “Why is the door unlocked? You know its not safe.”

“Don’t take that tone, young man,” she replied as he entered the kitchen. “I knew you were on your way. It would be locked otherwise.”

Abashed, he bent down to kiss her cheek in greeting. “Hi.”

She caught him by the shoulders and inspected his face for a long moment. “You look terrible.”

“Lovely to see you too,” he joked. But she was right - he looked like crap. Every time he glanced in a mirror, the lines on his face seemed more ingrained, the circles under his eyes darker. It had gotten to the stage that he avoided his reflection as much as possible.

“Peter…” She sounded worried, so he tried to reassure her.

“I just haven’t been sleeping much lately. It’ll get better.”

“Honey, its been almost six months since Jane-“

“Its got nothing to do with Jane,” he snapped. “I’ve just been busy with Spider-man stuff.”

It was true. He’d been spending more time in the suit lately than out of it. Hence, the back pain.

But why not? It’s not like ‘Peter’ had much of a life to keep him occupied. No job, save the occasional freelance photography gig; no friends; no girlfriend…He’d even been avoiding his weekly dinners with May, until she’d put her foot down and insisted he show up tonight. “And her name is MJ, remember?”

“I remember,” May said harshly, taking a casserole out the oven. She hadn't taken the news of MJ's lies well. “But whatever her name is, you obviously miss her and-”

“No,” he said firmly. “MJ is a stranger to me, and Jane was a figment of someone else’s imagination. I can’t miss someone I never knew.”

He was trying hard to stay deep in the denial stage of grief over the end of their relationship…and he didn’t appreciate his Aunt’s attempts to drag him out of it. “How’s work going?”

May frowned at him. “We can change the subject after I get one thing off my chest.”

He sighed in resignation. There was no stopping her in this mood. “Go on.”

“After Gwen died, you were a shadow of your former self. For years. There was always this darkness hanging over you. Jane - or MJ, or whatever she was called - lifted that darkness. You were so happy with her…it was like I’d gotten my Peter back.”

“May…” Peter said, not sure he wanted to hear this.

She carried on. “I don’t want you to retreat back to that darkness. I can see the signs of it - the bruises on your face, the fact that you’re out as Spider-man all hours of the day and night…and it scares me.”

“May, I’m OK.”

“You’re not okay,” she said, taking his hand. “I was so proud of you for opening yourself up and taking another chance on love-“

“Yeah, and look where it got me,” he said, bitterly.

She sighed. “Please, don’t be like that. I want you to be open like that again in the future. You deserve to be happy, Peter.

He looked away and tried to tug his hand free, but her grip was tight.

“No, Peter. Look at me.”

He did, and saw the sorrow in her eyes. “Don’t use this experience as an excuse to shut yourself away again. Learn from it, and move on from her. I know you’ll find the perfect person for you one day. Someone better. And-”

“I thought there was just gonna be ‘one more thing’?” He joked, trying to lighten the mood.

“Well, maybe if you came to visit more often I wouldn’t have to save all these things up!”

He managed a chuckle and gave her a contrite look. “I’m sorry.”

She nodded. “All I was going to say was, please be careful out there. I don’t like the idea of you putting yourself in danger when you’re not in the right headspace.”

Peter smiled and pulled her into a hug. “I am being careful, I promise.”

She seemed placated by that and they enjoyed a relaxed dinner together, with her doing most of the talking. He didn’t stay long afterwards, making an excuse to leave earlier than usual. May waved to him goodbye as she stood on the stoop and he smiled in return as he walked to the subway.

But the moment he was out of sight, his smile dropped and he sighed.

He hated lying to his Aunt.

But that’s what he’d done.

———

The truth was…he wasn’t being as careful as he should be as Spider-man.

Often these days, his actions were bordering on the down right reckless. In the pursuit of pushing his body into the exhausted state he needed to quiet thoughts of MJ…he wasn’t being as vigilant or cautious as he should-

Peter’s head snapped to the side as the punch connected.

Case in point.

These assholes should not have been able to get the drop on him.

He was on the trail of the bus bomber he’d encountered the previous summer. Since that day, the bomber had successfully hit two more cities across the country, killing several people in explosions after first being paid ransom money.

But now law enforcement were on to him, and the ransoms had stopped.

So the bomber had upped his game.

Director Fury had contacted Peter a few weeks ago to warn him. SHIELD suspected the bomber had gotten hold of some chemical material, so Fury had asked him to keep a look out and report any suspicious activity in New York.

But Peter wasn’t used to working as a team, his brief foray into the multiverse not withstanding, and when he’d caught sight of some “suspicious activity” by the docks, he’d investigated himself. And discovered that an old fishing trawler was serving as the bomber’s base.

So tonight he’d snuck aboard.

His footsteps light on the ladder, Peter had descended to the lower decks, his senses alert for any crew-slash-gang members. Because, as he’d also discovered, the bomber had a following - acolytes in his mission of chaos.

An eerie glow had greeted Peter as he reached the floor level, and it led him to the cargo hold. Instead of bomb-making equipment, he'd found dozens of canisters secured to wire shelves. Each contained a bright purple gas that swirled and shifted inside the glass tube.

Well that’s not ominous at all, he thought to himself.

Peter surveyed the scene with dismay. There were too many canisters for him to carry out safely. And he couldn’t destroy them without knowing what they contained...

He would have to call Fury after all. He turned to leave and suddenly ducked, his spidey-sense alerting him to the tire iron being swung at his head. He spun in a crouch, seeing three guys in front of him.

And they were wearing yellow Hazmat suits.

No, not ominous AT ALL.

“I know you guys are evil henchman, but don’t you think the minion costumes are a little on the nose?” Peter quipped.

The hulking brute on the right - the one clenching the tire iron - came charging. Peter backflipped out of the way and that’s when the fourth member of the gang - the one who’d appeared from behind the shelves - sucker-punched him.

Peter’s head snapped to the side but he recovered in seconds, knocking the guy unconscious with his return punch. Tire Iron Guy swung again but Peter caught the weapon with a web and sent it flying. He heard it clatter to the concrete floor as he strung up the brute with more webs. With him incapacitated, Peter launched a web at the ceiling and swung, using the momentum to kick the other two in the head, taking them both down simultaneously.

He grabbed a canister - evidence for SHIELD - and raced back up the ladder. He sprinted down the deck, the gangway off of the ship getting closer and closer. But just as he reached it, a shot rang out. The canister in his hand exploded into a plume of glass and purple vapour. The wind whipped the gas up and right into his face.

He leapt away from the toxic fumes, back towards the centre of the boat. The gunman descended slowly from the flight deck and Peter recognised his face from SHIELD’s dossier.

It was the bomber.

“I have to do everything myself around here,” the man muttered.

Peter opened his mouth to reply, planning to stall for time while he sorted out his exit strategy…but what emerged was a wet-sounding cough. The copper-rich taste of blood flooded his mouth as he staggered to his knees.

“What you’re experiencing,” the bomber explained, stopping a safe distance away, “is the first stage of acute radiation poisoning. The symptoms normally take a couple of hours to manifest, but I devised a way to accelerated the effects. You’re a dead man swinging, Spider-man.” He chuckled at his own pathetic joke.

Peter collapsed to the ground. Pain ripped through his chest, his lungs on fire.

“What should we do with him, boss?” One of the recovered henchman asked. It was the one who’d sucker-punched him.

“Push him overboard. We need to leave in case that gas drew any attention.” The bomber motioned to the purple mist which was now dissipating in the air.

Peter’s vision blurred as the Hazmat suit came closer. He tried to crawl away from him but he had no strength in his limbs. He felt a hard kick in his side and it propelled him off the deck.

The shock of the freezing water temporarily revived him, the fog of pain clearing for a brief moment.

And that clarity brought only one person to mind.

MJ.

Then agony reared its head again and took him under.

———

“And finally, Bed 2 needs a new cannula.”

MJ finished the handover from her night shift and left the doctor’s office, dragging her feet down the corridor to the changing room. She couldn’t wait to swap her scrubs for her jeans and get the hell out of this place. She was coming off the back of a series of nights and she was wiped. She could have used her abilities to boost her energy…but the energy that would take would defeat the purpose.

She’d have to recover like a normal person - with a greasy breakfast and a lot of sleep.

She had no one else to blame for her exhaustion. She was working as a locum doctor and controlled how many and what kinds of shifts she volunteered for. And she’d chosen to volunteer for all of them. Work kept her busy, and busy was good.

Busy was safe.

When she was busy, she didn’t think about him as much. She didn’t wonder how he was doing and if he was being safe and if he was thinking about her and-

She shook her head, trying to dispel the thoughts.

It had been six months. She needed to move on. Get her shit together, and her life in order.

It was true what she’d told Mel - she did want to use her gifts more. To make a difference, like Spider-man. Like Peter.

But it was easier said than done. Each shift she would try to use her abilities to heal someone on the ward, like she had with Peter.

But she could never get it to work. She could never manage to forge that connection between her mind and someone else’d body.

Why could she only do it with Peter?

She was still a good doctor, regardless - there wasn’t a physician dead or alive who had more of an understanding of how the body worked on a cellular and molecular level. But she couldn’t heal anyone.

It was so frustrating.

She wanted to use these powers for good. To atone for what she’d done in New York, to Peter and to others. The people she’d tricked and used.

The poor victims of Allard’s illegal trials, whom she’d allowed to suffer while she waited for the right moment to take Allard down.

They haunted her the most.

During the odd moments where she was feeling charitable to herself she tried to reason that she couldn’t have saved them all. It had taken her a long time to amass enough evidence on Allard. But that reasoning never stuck. Because there had come a point when she had enough evidence to hand over to the authorities…and still she’d waited. Because she needed the serum first.

When she saw her sister - the spark of life in her eyes, and the healthy glow to her skin - it felt like the ends justified the means. But living with those means on her conscience was hard.

MJ glanced up at the large TV screen in the waiting area as she passed, the giant red ‘Breaking News’ banner catching her eye. Then she jerked to a halt, her heart lurching in her chest as she saw the shaky phone camera footage on screen.

It was of Spider-man on the deck of a ship.

Being engulfed in purple gas…

…falling to his knees…

…being pushed into the sea…

…and swallowed up by the inky-black water.

She gripped the back of the chair in front of her, her legs weak with terror. She tried to focus on the news anchor’s words through the buzzing in her ears. “That shocking footage was taken by an eye witness to Spider-man’s poisoning. New York’s famous superhero was engaged in a fight with Benson Shepherd - the mastermind behind the recent spate of bombings across the country - when he as exposed to a radioactive substance. He was rescued from the water shortly after and transported to a medical facility in the city, where he is reported to be in a coma due to the effects of acute radiation syndrome. Shepherd’s boat was commandeered by the US Coastguard minutes later and he was taken into custody by….”

MJ dropped to her knees and sobbed with relief.

Peter was alive.

He was alive.

“Are you alright, Dr Watson?” A gentle hand landed on her shoulder.

MJ glanced up at one of the porters that worked on the ward. She wiped her eyes and got to her feet. “Yes, thank you, Sam. I’m just a bit tired.”

Sam looked at her sceptically but nodded and continued on his way.

MJ turned back to the TV screen, and read the updated banner: ‘Spider-man in coma.’

He was in a coma.

She knew first hand how advanced his healing abilities were. For him to be comatose, the situation must be dire.

And there was no treatment for radiation sickness. No cure.

No cure…except for her.

She needed to go to New York.

NOW.

CHAPTER 15

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Chapter Three - You Said Forever

Another Love Series Masterlist

Pairing(s): Regulus Black x Fem!Reader, Remus Lupin x Fem!Reader

Song: driver’s license - Olivia Rodrigo

Warnings: Angst, shoddy timeline, swearing, (I think that’s it??).

Word Count: 2.8k

Masterlist

Author’s Note: I made an angst series using sad songs, ofc I had to use driver’s license eventually! Also, although the characters have gotten a bit older, I’m still using Andrew Garfield and Timmy Chalamet as the face claims! I hope y’all enjoy this chapter, it’s a big one!!

(Neither gif is mine, all credit to the creators!)

If the decrepit walls of 12 Grimmauld Place could talk, they would tell the tales of misery and anguish. The house had not seen much happiness since it’s construction, especially during the period Walburga, Orion, and their children inhabited it. It was only following the deaths of all of Sirius’ family that he took up residence there with you when the anguish was displaced with joy, if only for a short period. It’s no wonder that you moved to a cabin in the middle of nowhere with Remus following the events of October 31st.

Standing in the front entry once more, the ghosts haunting the dwelling seemed to be whispering unintelligible warnings against proceeding further into the house. You could hear the shrieking of Walburga’s painting upstairs, a familiar nuisance that had your blood boiling in an instant. Your husband’s arm draped protectively across shoulders as he rubbed soothing circles with his thumb was the only thing keeping you sane at that moment in time.

Through the open door at the end of the hall you could see the face of Sirius Black, the light in his eyes slowly returning as he spots two of his favourite people in the world. He quickly stood, rushing out the door to embrace you both in a warm hug as you dropped your trunks to the floor. He held the both of you close and tight, afraid that should he let go, he would wake up alone in his cell once more.

The Order reuniting was the perfect distraction for both you and your husband, your recent unemployment resulting in a sense of unease in both your minds. Luckily, both Sirius and yourself had inherited enough money that you needn’t worry about working, but the void that your children left when they returned to Hogwarts the following year was certainly hard to fill. Summer break couldn’t come soon enough for any of you.

Towards the end of that summer the Weasleys came to stay, Molly and Arthur bringing their four youngest, meaning that mischief lay just around every corner. About a week after their arrival was when Hermione showed up, the same day that Moody had taken a small group to retrieve Harry from the Dursleys.

Hearing the opening door, you rushed from the kitchen where the meeting had been taking place to see that Arthur had returned with the young girl who he’d picked up from her muggle household.

“ Professor (Y/L/N)!” She smiled, lugging her cart behind her with one hand while the other cradled her ginger cat.

“Oh please, Hermione, I’m not your teacher anymore.” You said. “(Y/N) is fine.” You knew the girl had seen you as a role model, both academically as a skilled teacher but also following the story Harry had detailed to her about how you’d worked for the Order to relay Death Eater secrets to them. You can still remember the slap across the head she’d given Ron after he let her secret slip during class, the young girl embarrassed that you knew how she idolized you.

“The rest of the kids are just upstairs if you want to join them, Ginny will show you to the room you’re sharing. Harry should be getting here in about half an hour, and dinner will be at six-thirty!” You explained, the girl smiling as she carefully let Crookshanks down to the floor before she dragged her case up the stairs behind her.

Returning to the table, you sat in the seat across from your husband as you shared a tight-lipped smile. The two of you had decided that it was probably best to maintain a level of professionalism around your fellow Order members, the pair of you keeping all talk of your relationship outside of the meetings. These gatherings, however, continued to consist of endless bickering over the topics of Harry and Voldemort, the only subtle comfort you’d found during the evening had been Crookshanks crawling upon your lap for a snooze.

“I’m just saying that we can’t risk telling Harry about this, it’ll just be putting him in more danger and we never know who’s listening.” You said. “I mean, look at Pettigrew! He hid in your house for years without anyone knowing! Who knows what he’s shared with ‘You Know Who’!”

“Yes, but there aren’t exactly unregistered animagi running around everywhere, (Y/N).” Sirius remarked.

“Says the unregistered animagus to the other unregistered animagus.” You snapped, glaring at your in-law from across the table.

You forced your mouth shut after that, not wanting to continue bickering with your friends, letting your thoughts wander until Sirius’ comment forced it’s way back to the front of your mind. You weren’t exactly sure as to why it was bothering you so much. Even after the meeting had concluded and you were the last one in the kitchen, baking cookies for the teens to snack on the following days, you couldn’t shake an odd feeling. As if there was something that your subconscious had registered that your conscious mind hadn’t yet comprehended.

It was only when you turned to grab the tinfoil from the cupboard behind you that a cold sweat found your body, your mind finally registering what you’d missed when something caught the corner of your eye. Maybe you hadn’t noticed it because you didn’t want to believe it, or maybe it was that part of you realized just how long it would take for this shock to fully register.

“You must think I’m stupid,” You began, refusing to turn away from the dough you were scooping onto the cookie sheet, “or maybe you’re still just as arrogant as you were in school.”

You didn’t receive a response right away, causing both a wave of relief and disappointment to wash over you at your incorrect suspicion. But that all went away when you heard a shifting sound and the screeching of a chair.

“What gave me away?” A voice called from behind you in a smug tone you’d heard countless times many years ago.

“Oh please, Regulus.” You said, finally working up the courage to turn around as you fought desperately to conceal your emotions. He was older now, crinkles reaching the corners of his eyes, and his previously neat clothes were now battered, torn, and bloodstained, but apart from that he looked just as he did when he walked out the door years ago. “We were married - I know you better than you know yourself.”

He gave a silent chuckle as his smirk became a tiny smile and he looked towards the floor. An uncomfortable silence filled the room as a strong, unnamable tension continued to grow between you. While you expected an explanation, Regulus seemed to have anticipated a much happier reaction from you.

“What, you’re not happy to see me?” Regulus commented, his confusion continuing to build at your indifference to his sudden appearance. “I’m still your husband, you can’t spare me a smile, at the very least?”

That’s when it hit you - he doesn’t know. Regulus, or Crookshanks, rather, hadn’t heard anybody mention that you’d moved on. It must have been some luck or twisted fate that he’d never been in the room when your relationship had been mentioned, which means he also doesn’t know about Teddy. But does he know about Archie and Cassie? Surely he would’ve asked about them immediately if he was aware.

“You’ve been gone for a very long time.” You said, your bitter tone contrasting the quietness of your voice, yet your volume grew with each word until you were shouting. “You abandoned me, how dare you show up now and expect me to welcome you back into my life with open arms. Do you have any idea what I have been through the past sixteen years?! You have no fucking clue exactly what you left me to deal with! And now you sit here with that smug expression, daring to call yourself my husband and expecting me to forgive you for the hell you put me through?!”

Regulus sat there with his mouth opening and closing, the first time you’d ever seen the quick-witted boy speechless. You could see the hurt in his emerald eyes as his mind desperately searching for something, anything to say. But you never got the chance, as the door opening as a third voice filled the room.

“Honey, it’s starting to get late, I think you should come to - dear god.”

Both your and Regulus’ heads snapped towards the over of the voice, only for your eyes to meet your other husband. It didn’t take long for Regulus to process why Lupin was calling you “honey” and exactly where his comment was going, his eyes darting between the two of you over and over again, before a sigh escaped him.

“So that’s why.” He said, leaning further back into his chair and crossing his arms over his chest. “How long was I gone before you and the werewolf started -”

“Don’t!” You bit, probably a bit too loud because that was what finally caught the attention of two sets of ears upstairs. In the long, dark hall, two doors opened and two sets of eyes stared at each other from across the way. The eldest and youngest of the Black men eventually made their way down the stairs together, careful to be quiet as they attempted to discern what the voices in the kitchen were arguing about.

“There is a lot more going on than you realize, you can’t just expect everything to go back to normal after so long. Now if the two of you would stop bickering like children we can discuss everything like adults.” They could hear Remus say, presumably attempting to diffuse the situation considering how level-headed the man typically is.

There was no sound as Sirius slowly peeked his head through the already open door, utterly disbelieving the sight before his eyes as his shocked exclamation broke the eerie silence.

“Holy shit!”

“What?!” Archie gasped from behind him, squeezing into the room behind Sirius and peering over his shoulder to see a face that he’d only ever seen in photos before.

Regulus’ eyes widened at the sight of the young Black, clearly seeing so much of himself in the fifteen year-old boy. You being pregnant when he left definitely wasn’t outside the realm of possibilities, you were married after all, and suddenly a lot of your anger towards him seemed justified.

“Is that my… Were you…” He trailed off, unable to find the words he wanted to say as his mind still processed this new information.

Remus suddenly covered his shaking head with the palm of his hand, quickly exiting the room and heading out the front door to get some air. He didn’t want to watch Regulus steal his wife and his kids away from him - he just couldn’t.

“Fuck.” You cursed under your breath, holding your own head in your hands as you attempted to make sense of the insanity around you. “Archie, go back upstairs, I’ll be up in just a minute.”

“But-” Your son didn’t get to finish his protest, the look in your eyes when your head shot up to look at him scared him into compliance. In his entire life, he’s never seen that look of utter fury, especially not from you. He quickly left the room, anxious to fill his sister in on everything that had just gone down.

“Sirius, please deal with your brother while I go find my husband.” You breathed, not sticking around to hear a response as you made your way down the hall.

“Now where,” Sirius began, pulling out the chair at the head of the table and quickly sinking into it, “have you been?”

“I was the cat.” Regulus stated simply, the smirk he typically wore working its way back onto his face.

“You were Hermione’s cat?!” Sirius laughed, finding the irony of another “dead” person in his life winding up as being one of the trio’s pets. “Maybe we need to take a look at Harry’s owl.”

But the humour of the situation didn’t last very long, both their faces quickly falling as reality gained their attention once more.

“I can’t believe I have a son…” Regulus trailed off, still in utter disbelief about the existence of the boy who looks exactly like him.

“And a daughter.” Sirius added, his brother’s eyes widening to saucers once more. “Twins, to be exact. Arcturus and Cassiopeia.”

“What’re they like?” He asked, desperate to learn more about the children he’d never known existed. Of all the things Harry, Ron, and Hermione talked about around him, they couldn’t have mentioned his children at least once?

“They’re perfect - don’t know where they get it from, probably somewhere on (Y/N)’s side.” Sirius said, a small smile forming as he talked about the kids he adored so much. “They’re both in Slytherin, just about to go into their sixth year. Archie is the quieter one, just like you were, while Cassie is a lot more extroverted and even joined the quidditch team her first year.”

“And (Y/N)...” Regulus suddenly grew solemn again, letting out a disappointed breath as he looked away to a random point in the room. “I need to win her back.”

“Regulus, I- I don’t think you can.” Sirius said, causing his brother’s head to whip back around to him, fury written all over his face. “Remus and her have been together for years, that’s not something that’ll just go away. He raised your children with her and they also have another son together, Teddy.”

“Then what am I supposed to do? Just give up?!” He snapped, a sinking feeling beginning to set in as he began to realize just how difficult getting you back to himself will end up being.

“What’re you supposed to do? You’re supposed to get to know and form a relationship with the children who’ve thought you were dead their entire lives!” Sirius said. “And maybe you’ll establish a new relationship with (Y/N) again, one as co-parents. But her and Remus have both been to hell and back, so please, just promise me you won’t go about trying to sabotage their marriage.”

“But what about our marriage?”

Remus couldn’t hear any of the typical sounds of busy London that night, he was too anxious and all that he could pick up were the sounds of his heavy breathing. He was so distracted, in fact, that he didn’t notice you quietly slipping through the front door or sitting down beside him until you leaned your head on his shoulder.

“How’d he come back?” Remus asked, wondering just what had happened to tear his life apart.

“He was Hermione’s cat.” You said, your voice soft and sorrowful. “Turns out the Marauders weren’t the only unregistered animagi at Hogwarts. I’m just embarrassed it took me so long to figure it out, I knew it was his patronus but I guess I just didn’t want it to be true.”

“What does this mean for us?” Remus asked the dreaded question looming in his mind.

“What do you mean ‘what does this mean for us?’ Why would this change anything?” You asked in disbelief, raising your head from his shoulder to look at him.

“But he’s Archie’s and Cassie’s father-”

“So are you! You’re also Teddy’s dad.”

“And you were married. He was your husband first.” Remus added, gazing at you with a look of nothing but misery. “We were at Hogwarts together, I saw how utterly obsessed the both of you were with each other for years. You never even spared me a second glance, the only reason you even knew I existed was because I was friends with his brother… I’m not even mad about it, you should be with whoever you want to be with, and that’s Regulus. You’ve always deserved someone better than me-”

“Now you listen to me Remus John Lupin.” You began, your husband flinching at the use of his full name, something that you only did when you were angry. “You are who I want to be with, not Regulus; there’s no one better than you. If anything, I’m the one who doesn’t deserve you. Yes, we were married first, but that was for less than a year and happened seventeen years ago! We’ve been together for fourteen years, Remus, you’re my life now. I loved him in the past but he abandoned his family, you’re my life now and the one I want to grow old with. He might be Archie and Cassie’s father, but you’ll always be their dad.”

None of your eyes were dry by the end of your confession and you both spent the next several minutes just holding each other, relishing in the fact that the both of you were going to be okay.

“Let’s go to bed, yeah?” You said, Remus nodding in response as the pair of you stood up. “We can deal with the rest tomorrow, Sirius can handle it for now.”

A/N: Okay, so I don’t personally believe the theory that Regulus never died and was actually Crookshanks, but it was what worked for this story so that’s what we’re going with! I’m so grateful for all the support this series has gotten, you guys are the best!

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