#friendly reminder that peter was also in love with her and i feel like that and the fact that he didn't hate when he was dying just added

[iwasbored777]

Y'all since we already know that Gwen can and probably does look at Peter B being happy now and think how her Peter never got a chance for a better life cuz he died so young because she accidentally killed him now imagine she goes to Earth-42 and finds Miles-42 fatherless and she knows that she almost let that happen to this Miles. I get that we assume Miles will understand that she had her own problems and was forced to be in Spider Society and he would eventually forgive her but I'm saying that I don't think she will forgive herself, ever.

[letsunity]

With Thunder Comes Lightning

Summery: Peter and MJ tried again, but the spark wasn't there; they stay as friends to raise their soon-to-be daughter. Everything was going great until evil goop and a spooky vampire guy fall out of an orange portal. Little does Peter know that the biggest pain in his ass and future mutant best friend has landed right at his feet.  

art by @gryphll

Chapter 4 - Appointment

Doctor appointments weren't MJ's favourite thing. She had a phobia of needles and other medical garbage. The smell of sterile stuff made her ill.

Of course, Peter has to be the friendly neighbourhood Spiderman. For her safety, MJ had their new buddy.

"It's just a checkup. Everything's going to be fine," MJ told herself, biting her lower lip. "I don't feel fine. Ok. Can I have some encouragement?"

"I've never been to a hospital, so I can't accurately assure your safety," Miguel stated, the coldness of it concerning her. "I'll kill whoever comes too close. Does that help?"

"You're trying. That's helpful enough, tough guy."

"I suspect you're infantilising me."

"I have a baby growing in me. Everyone is an infant to me now. And you're, y'know, a decade younger than me."

His little grumble was cute.

MJ might not know how to make a portal watch or swing webs, but she could see when someone was hurt.

The entire situation hurt her best friend; Peter was a good man with a titanic heart, and it weighed heavily on him. She wanted to hug and tell him it was ok, but she couldn't lie to his face. She didn't know how this would turn out.

He cried himself to sleep last night. He was grieving the loss of his friends alone. He tended to put himself on an island when in pain, not wanting to put the burden on others. It was a selfless part of him she used to love, but now she worried.

Her best friend was in pain, as was her new friend.

"Is there anything that they can do here to help you?" MJ asked, her blue eyes wandering up to meet those dark sunglasses.

"There's nothing to help in my universe. I doubt it'll be any different here."

"You never know. They might have something for those allergies and the light thing."

"No."

"Hmm, that sounds like self-harm."

"It's not undeserved."

"What is it with Spidermen and being all self-sacrificing?"

"We have the power to do something. We can do enough to make a significant change. By sacrificing ourselves, the people we protect can rest in peace. That's what it means to be Spiderman."

"Almost sounds like a quote."

"It was. From the Spiderman of my universe before me."

He was from the future, but MJ didn't even consider there might have been a previous Spiderman. Was it like Peter and Miles?

It's exciting learning about other universes.

"What was he like? The one before you?"

"I never met him. He died long, long before I came to be. When Klyntarus ruled our universe, there weren't any heroes or anybody with the power to do something - I'm... still alone on that front. But he was a good man from what I understand."

At least Peter had co-workers, allies and friends.

She was sad knowing that Peter had died there. All of the other heroes, too. It wouldn't be surprising if Klyntarus had something to do with that.

It's sweet that he was inspired by the original Spiderman, though.

He's right, though. If you can make a change for the better, you should.

The creed of Spiderman is to put others before yourself; it's a heavy burden but an honourable one. She respected it.

"I'm glad that he inspired you."

"Gracias."

MJ didn't like the smell of the hospital entrance. It was messy, sterile and also tainted with puke. Thankfully, she wasn't alone in her disgust.

"Oh, mierda. Huele como una morgue horneada," he hissed, cringing.

"No idea what you said, tough guy, but agreed."

She didn't enjoy having to sign in. The receptionists weren't interested in being helpful, mostly ignoring MJ. They only started to pay attention when Miguel growled; it reminded MJ of a pissed-off cane corso.

Having a giant buff Latino vampire proved helpful. He's like a bodyguard, scaring people into listening to her. She used to do that for Peter when people ignored him for being a nerd.

She loves nerds. They've got so many interests and know many intriguing things. They can never bore you.

With the giant having kidnapped their attention, MJ was finally able to get things moving. All they had to do now was linger in the cesspool of stench until her doctor could be assed.

MJ's not happy about sitting on a warm chair surrounded by sick people, all looking as pleased as her.

She hates hospitals.

"How's your first hospital visit?"

"Mierda."

"Agreed."

Although MJ didn't have spidey sense, she had bullshit sense, courtesy of being a little redhead spitfire. She could detect something akin to one of those space wizards in those movies that Peter enjoyed.

There is a foulness in the force.

With some scouring, MJ spotted the source of the foulness. It was a woman glowering at her and her friend, paler than carved marble; she must be anaemic.

MJ's been around long enough to see one of those people.

She's not standing for it. She might be eight months pregnant and a shorty, but MJ had a spider's spirit.

Hopefully, she could distract him from that witch.

"If it's not rude for me to ask, is Nueva a Spanish version of new york?"

"No. It was destroyed in the calamity of 2038 and was rebuilt by Hector Nueva, soon named after him. I'm just Mexican. A little Irish, too."

"You're a damn big leprechaun."

"Very funny. I'm more like a Chupacabra, anyway."

"And here I thought you didn't like vampires."

"I don't. Vampires suck. Chupacabras are cool."

"They do suck."

"You're worse than Parker."

"I take that as a compliment, thank you."

Peter will feel much better knowing that she's not alone. She's got a buddy guard to protect her from any ominous sludge.

All Miguel has to do is sit in the corner and be spooky.

She was due measurements, weighing, blood pressure, a quick ultrasound, and possibly a pelvic exam - she hated those. It's so awkward and invasive.

While MJ should want nobody else in the room, she doesn't get a pervy vibe from Miguel. He didn't react when she came out of the shower, not bothered or even interested. He didn't have a single care about that sort of thing.

Her bullshit sense often intertwines with her gaydar. He's not straight; she knew that much. If she were a gambler, MJ would put her money on asexual.

Does he know what that is? She might ask later.

"MJ."

"Yeah?"

"We need to leave."

"Wait, is it him? Is he coming?" MJ questioned.

She was scared of being too close to that monster. It's hurt her friends so much, and she hasn't even seen it.

MJ didn't get to ask more as a roar echoed from outside.

Before she knew what was happening, she was facing the pale ceiling, bright orange webbing keeping her there. Several other people were up as well, but not her surprise roommate.

A suited Miguel was beneath her in the waiting room, his hands gripping the thick horn of nonother than Aleksei Sytsevich, also known as the Rhino.

Something was wrong, though. His thick hide was burned and scorched, ooze dripping and refusing to mix with his blood.

His face, usually mixed with rage and bloodlust, was full of fear and anguish. Most of his face was gone, reduced to burned bone. He only had a single eye, but she doubted he could see from it.

"Помогите мне кто-нибудь!" Rhino roared, his voice bloodcurdling and terrified. "Обжигает! Обжигает!"

MJ didn't understand Russian, but she knew he was in agony.

A black sludge ripped from his spine, red eyes scowling at Miguel.

"2099! What a coincidence! Such a little universe, hmm?" Klyntarus cackled, forcing Rhino to push forward. "Such weak little bodies. Can you imagine how it feels to be a flame sailing a sea of kerosene?"

"Eres toda mía, perra mocosa!"

"I look forward to you trying."

She winced as Rhino cried again, begging for help that couldn't come.

Klyntarus rammed into Miguel again, pushing him through the empty reception desk. People were running in panic, terrified.

MJ scrambled for her phone, texting Peter as quickly as she could. As soon as he realised she was there, it would go to ultimate shit.

Pick up your damn phone, Parker!

Peter hopped past Morbius' claws, finding them far less impressive than Miguel's. Honestly, the vamp had nothing on Peter's roommate.

He didn't have Miguel's power or claws; even Miguel's fangs were much more intimidating. The red of his eyes had much more potency than Morbius'.

"You are depriving some village of their idiot!" Morbius sneered, trying to pierce Peter.

"And Twilight is missing one of its vamps!"

Peter jumped on the ledge of a balcony, cracking his aching back.

He wasn't sure how to feel about Morbius now. He was somewhat interested at the beginning. After ten years, though? it got old.

At this point, Morbius was the villain of the week.

Weirdly, he felt like a knockoff compared to his fellow spider. He didn't have the same energy or vibe.

He can't put it into words exactly, but compared to Miguel, Morbius is nothing.

"That movie is an insult to what makes vampires so-"

"-Lame?" Peter finished, uninterested. "Are you going to sparkle now?"

"Insolent brat!"

"I'm almost forty, dude."

"You're younger than me, so you're a brat!"

Man, so this is how Miguel felt.

He's still going to annoy him over being younger. What friend would Peter be if he didn't?

When Morbius pounced, Peter jumped onto a nearby roof, feeling his cracked phone buzz. He should ignore it, given he's fighting a "mighty" foe, but his senses demand otherwise.

Peter looked at his phone, seeing a missed call from MJ. Was she done with her appointment already? That was quick!

The text, however, told him otherwise.

Fuck Peter with a salty menorah. He's there.

"I've got a thing. Debate movies with you later, Mikey!"

"Darn you, Spiderman!"

"Whatever!"

He wasted no chance racing towards the hospital, and police were already surrounding the chaos. He landed upon a police car, fear dancing in his bones.

Peter's spidey senses were screaming to run away, but he couldn't. His friends and baby were in there.

As expected, Jameson was still kicking, talking to news cameras, no doubt blaming Peter for this, somehow. He's glad he quit working for that asshole; it was such a toxic environment.

Whatever, he's too old to care about what Jameson's whining about.

Peter swung inside, smelling the rot already. He's here alright. It disgusted him that Klyntarus was attacking a hospital, but he was already vile; Peter shouldn't be shocked at his evil.

There were glowing, orange webs on the ceiling where MJ's text said she'd been. He couldn't see her anywhere, so he would have to go looking. The trail of bloody melted viscera and rot was a good indicator.

The hospital looked like something out of a horror movie; it was decayed, in ruin. It's been infected by Klyntarus.

He was scared that he would find her and hurt them. He was terrified of being a father but even more afraid of losing his child.

Fuck, how can Miguel cope with losing his daughter? Peter hadn't even met his kid and was scared for them.

Peter crept through the ruins, cautiously stepping over suspicious mounds that stank of death. He relied on his spidey senses, but they were overwhelmed by that monster's presence.

Something big had barrelled through the hospital, almost like a torpedo or tank. It would take ages to fix this place up if that were even possible.

Klyntarus destroyed everything around him. It's likely that wherever he goes, it's inhospitable.

He saw some glowing web, a sign of his teammate. He followed it, finding a deep hole that ran so far down that Peter couldn't see the bottom. It appeared to reach the under levels of the hospital; there should only be a basement, though.

Another buzz from his damaged phone - a text!

Peter stared at it, analysing the three dancing dots that eventually became a message. His heart was tachycardic with worry and fear.

The older Spiderman ran, looking at the fading numbers on the doors he passed. He paused at 16B, the one that MJ's number indicated. Despite knowing it could be a trap, Peter broke the door open, scouring the room.

MJ was sitting beside a gurney. She was in shock, afraid and alone.

A recently deceased young man lay not far from her. He was horrifically burned, and most of his left leg was reduced to sludge. He died slowly; Peter knew that as soon as he spotted him.

He quickly came to his best friend's side, checking her for injuries.

"He had Rhino's body," MJ whimpered, shaking from the ordeal. "He was crying for help, Peter. Rhino. He was in agony."

That explained why the hospital had a giant hole in it.

"Come on, let's get out of here," Peter said, bridal carrying his close friend. "Are you hurt anywhere?"

"No. No, Miguel distracted him so we could run out. Something went wrong, though. The bodies didn't stay -"

"Parker!"

Peter twisted to the deceased man, who was now sitting up, black fluid running from his orifices. His eyes were empty, devoid of life, but something was in there, puppeteering him.

He was close to tightening his grip but knew it'd hurt MJ. He wouldn't do that to her.

She clung to his body, hiding her face in his chest.

"He will reign long, and your friend will be far too gone!" the corpse cackled, rotting at an astonishing rate. He melted to bones before Peter's eyes. Not even his clothes survived the rot.

As cryptic as that was, Peter knew what it was implying.

Peter had to get MJ outside first, however.

He made his way out of the hospital, feeling that fear fade with each step. The further from Klyntarus he was, the more confident he felt.

Did Klyntarus' very presence rot your soul? It seemed so.

"Keep her safe," Peter ordered a surprised and confused police officer, turning back towards the building. "And don't let anybody else inside. I mean it."

"It's the same thing that killed those heroes, isn't it?" the officer said, removing her jacket to cover MJ. "Don't die in there, Spiderman."

"I don't plan on it."

He couldn't make any promises.

So, fear growing in his chest, Peter returned to the leftover Walking Dead set. He wouldn't be shocked to find Rick Grimes' room where he was somehow untouched in a coma for a year.

That entire show was a fever dream; he was sure of it. After Glenn died, the only fun left was, ironically, Negan. He'll have to make Miguel watch that.

When he arrived at the suspicious hole, Peter jumped. His knees complained when he landed, cracking in all the wrong and unsatisfying ways.

The fear of Klyntarus was far more potent than before, suffocating Peter in an aura of fear and death.

He's not looking for that thing, though.

Peter quickly spotted the entrance to a tunnel that shouldn't exist.

Rhino's body lay mangled and twisted at the entrance like a macabre decoration. Instead of being melted, it looked like a savage beast and tore the poor bastard apart. He didn't want to be on the backside of whatever caused that.

He walked down the tunnels, listening out for his friend.

His senses went off, sending a tingle down his spine. He turned around, annoyed to see Morbius had followed him.

"Not the time, Count Lame-ula. Ugh, that sounded better in my head. Whatever, could you go and haunt some little kid's birthday party? I'm in the middle of something."

"What horrors could have created such strife?" Morbius asked, both in awe and horrified by the situation.

"An extradimensional genocidal evil Symbiote that decays whatever he touches. You should go before you eats you, too."

"I don't believe you."

"I don't care."

"You're trying to deceive me!"

"Not everything is about you!"

"Fool! I am the reincarnation of the great Count Dracula!"

"Sure, and I'm the reincarnation of Link - see my little fairy, Navi? We're on our way to rescue Zelda," Peter sighed, rolling his eyes behind his mask. "Just go bother someone else, alright?"

Vampires suck.

Peter paused, feeling something else was down here. It wasn't Klyntarus, but it felt similar and yet distinct. He could feel it was nearby and dangerous, but not the precise position.

That "something" was coming and fast.

Of course, Morbius acted like a child and attempted to attack Peter while distracted. He wouldn't get the chance to get close, however.

A blur of red and dark pounced upon Morbius before he could reach Peter, his senses screaming at him to run. He couldn't see what it was but could hear the rabid rage and terrified cries.

Peter webbed the mysterious form and pulled it away from Michael, hearing a dog-like grunt of annoyance and frustration.

A pair of deep, red eyes stared back at Peter. They were similar to Klyntarus'; they had his unique shade, but Klyntarus didn't have pupils or irises. The eye shape was far too human to be Klyntarus, even if he tried to make a human body.

The eyes were what Peter was focused on at first, but then he saw what the rest of the red was.

A suit.

"Miguel?" Peter questioned, realising what, or rather who, he was looking at.

His pupils were so thin they were almost non-existent. He was shaking, breathing heavily and hunched over, foamy drool dripping onto the ground.

While Miguel didn't exist to Peter's spidey sense, this did. It wasn't the same as Klyntarus, but it was similar enough.

Miguel was swallowing air. It's like he was in a scary trance, trapped far away.

His claws were out, ready to scratch something that wasn't there. His fingers were shaking so much.

Peter felt like he was looking at a werewolf, pure instinct and consciousness battling for control, and the former was dominant.

Morbius shifted into shadows, reforming behind "Miguel". It was a stupid idea, for Miguel turned and bit Morbius' arm.

Having seen what it could do to Klyntarus, Peter grabbed his friend. The stupid villain was clawing at Miguel's face, trying to make him let go. Glowing blue was dripping from Morbius' arm - the venom was already being delivered.

"Get it off me!" Morbius yelled, turning his vampiric claws to Miguel's neck. He wouldn't let go, eyes staring at something that wasn't there.

It was clear Miguel wasn't there. He couldn't hear Peter, stuck in this bizarre and scary trance.

An idea came to Peter.

He took out his phone and turned on the flashlight, shining it directly into Miguel's eyes.

The trance version of his friend yowled, letting go to cover his eyes. While Morbius had left deep scratches on his face, the photophobia forced him to let go.

Morbius stumbled back, his arm shaking horribly.

Ignoring the vampire, Peter grabbed Miguel's shoulders, trying to figure out what was happening.

His "buddy" dropped his arms loosely, glowering towards Peter, but it didn't seem directed at him.

"It's me. It's Peter, alright?" Peter said, trying to get through to him. "How about we sit down? Does that sound good?"

He knew Miguel was much more powerful than him, but Peter's faster. If he needed to, Peter could stick to the walls or ceiling.

Encouraging his distant friend to sit down, Peter watched him, paying attention to his eyes.

Without any stimulation, he watched the redness in his eyes fade. When the red left, some awareness returned, replaced by confusion.

"What happened?" Peter asked, glancing at the groaning Morbius still clutching his arm.

"Había mucho ruido," Miguel muttered, rubbing his eyes. "He tried to take me. Estúpido bastardo."

The corpse's warning.

Did Klyntarus trigger a flight or fight response, only instead of Miles' invisibility, Miguel went rabid? It could've been a PTSD thing, too.

"Where's MJ?"

"She's safe," Peter said, feeling Klyntarus' presence growing. "We need to go."

Peter grabbed the taller man's side, feeling his broken ribs. That never seemed to stop him.

"I can move."

"I don't doubt that, but you still seem out of it."

The possession attempt had an impact, as he was still spaced out. It was like he was stoned or drunk.

"Happens sometimes," his friend grunted, a noise that did things Peter wished it didn't. "I didn't hurt you?"

"No. All I'm hurting from is arthritis."

"I always hurt someone..."

He didn't like hearing the sadness and regret there. And Peter couldn't say that he hadn't. He attacked Morbius and must've killed Rhino, though that seemed to be a mercy.

"Indeed."

Peter scowled at Morbius' body, watching "his" head tilt. While Peter was focused on Miguel, he didn't even realise Morbius got snatched.

He didn't like the guy, but Morbius didn't deserve that fate.

The kidnapped body was already starting to decay.

"I'm going to take everything from you, Peter. I'll break you in ways you didn't think could be broken. And I'll have him, too," Klyntarus vowed, tilting Morbius' head too far to the right. "I'll let you play with my toy for now. It'll make it all the easier to break him after I've shredded your soul."

"What's to stop me from walking over there and ripping you out of there?"

"Because you're like all the other Parkers I've eaten. You don't kill, even when you want to. You won't kill me while I'm in someone's body. It's cowardice I thankfully bred out of my true body." His friend hissed, but it only made Klyntarus smile. "You've come so far from the fragile ball of flesh I ripped from that whore wetback."

Peter can't kill. It's his greatest strength and his weakness. How is he meant to beat something that'll only stop if it's destroyed?

He needed to get Miguel out of here and look after MJ. He had to find somewhere safe for her to stay.

Regardless of how his friend felt, they needed help. They were going to get the X-Men for backup.

"Until I find a more suitable temporary vessel, Parker. Farewell."

Peter shot a web at Morbius' possessed body, but he vanished into shadow.

Another day where he could've done something but didn't have the balls. That was a theme he was getting angry at.

"Maldito cobarde."

"Yeah, to whatever you said, pal."

Xavier's going to have a field day over this.

Special thanks to spider-the-bat for the borders!

[qsphyxias]

ꜱʜᴀᴍᴇꜰᴜʟ, ᴘᴀʀᴋᴇʀ! ꜱʜᴀᴍᴇꜰᴜʟ!

if you fetishize mlm/nblm relationships, get the fuck out of here!

synopsis ; you + pete are dating, and you're about to have the house all to yourselves— but peter has to wait to do so, and he gets impatient. basically.

warnings ; m! reader (he/him), cussing, suggestive, a bit unorganized, unedited so probably typos, you have parents (lol he doesn't), also tom's spiderman

note ; this was going to go so much more different than i wanted it to!! i wanted it to be like peter was texting you and he was outside your window and like, frustrated bc he did not know if you liked him, and then you told him to come over or something and idk WHAT IS THIS . inspidered by the song below

words ; 1.2k +

⊱ ───── {⋅𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕠𝕣 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 - 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕚𝕘𝕖𝕣𝕤⋅} ───── ⊰

It was a nice, warm winter evening— or at least, it felt warm to Peter considering how much he was sweating that day. With a disgruntled string of curses, Peter whipped out his phone as he balanced himself on a lamp post, ready to text Ned and ask him if he remembered how to turn on the air conditioning in his suit.

Despite the gross feeling of his suit sticking to his thighs and pits, Peter continued to hesitate on sending that shameful text message. Not because it was the middle of December, or how Peter could not (or would not) tell Ned the very irrational reason why he needed those puffs of air in his suit— no, it was because of love, that's why! That's why he was sitting on a lamppost, worriedly watching you outside your house awaiting your incoming text message.

"God, I sound like an idiot. Oh god, I probably look like an idiot too." Peter grumbled, with his hands resting on his face and fingers set strategically, so he'd still be able to see through them, and into your bedroom window. Not creepy at all, no.

Before you harshly judge Peter's actions, (and rightfully so,) let it be known why he was doing it in the first place!

Just a couple of minutes ago, you two were texting (passionately)—as hormonal teenage boys do—until all of a sudden, you sent the following;

"My parents are about to leave to go check out some real estate property. They probably won't be back until 10 PM, at the earliest— wanna come over? I've gotta beat someone at Smash Bros."

What!? Peter was ecstatic, he was just about ready to go—having already slung on his pants and T-shirt with his webbing with one hand as he watched his phone screen with the other, like a hawk.

"Oh but, maybe wait a couple of minutes because my mom lost her phone and she'll probably take a few. I'll get you back with an update."

Nooooooooooo!

Oh, you. You... Evil, teasing, handsome, mischievous, terrifying you. If only you knew what you had just unleashed.

Despite your friendly reminder that Peter had to wait before he could smash you- I mean, play Smash with you, he did not care. Instead, he decided that a couple of minutes in the cold, waiting outside your room would be nothing to the spectacular Spider-man.

Also, because he made a giant webby mess in his room and he did not want to be home when Aunt May sees it.

And now we're back here; back to Peter sitting and waiting out on a lamppost, alone, and sweaty in the cold—which was ironic because he thought that his major problem of today would be the weather, not his hormones. He thought the latter would come easy, and oh boy, to say it did not.

"Ugh, come on S/o's mom! Find your damn phone already!" Peter moped as he watched your mom roam your room, searching for her phone helplessly—

—until, he saw it.

Her phone! Peter near jumped off the lamp post to try and catch your attention and point at the phone resting on the window sill, until he luckily realized that that was not a good idea.

Instead, Pete opted for whipping his phone out, texting furiously with his cold, but clammy fingers. "S/O!!! TELL YOUR MOM TO CHECK ON YOUR WINDOW SILL!!!!"

Wait, no, try again.

"Hey, you know I lost my phone last week and I actually ended up finding it on my window sill hahah, maybe check there?"

Nice and smooth.

Peter internally high-fived himself as he watched you pick up your phone from his angle. Followed by your sudden diversion of your attention to your window, then your gasp, and then your funny reaction of rapidly pointing at your window sill like a crazy person, where your mom's phone rested. With a relieved smile, your mom kissed you on your cheek and waved you goodbye, to which you turned red and—to Peter's dismay—closed the curtains. Gee, looks like you really hoped no one saw that exchange of mom kisses.

"Fuck!" Well this sucks. Now Peter can't watch you from your window like a— Ding!

A notification from you! Hooray! Who cares about the window, now he'll get to see the real thing!

"Thanks for the tip, bro! turns out her phone was in the exact location you just sent me— isn't that funny? Anyway, she's leaving soon, so you should probably start getting ready to leave."

Peter sighed, "If only he knew."

The familiar sound of an engine revving up caused Peter to perk up, now paying attention to the car that just pulled out your driveway which could be no other than your parents. Mission complete, Peter could now take action and tame his hormonal tendencies.

"All clear!" You quickly sent him, thinking there was no possible way he was as excited as you were-

Until a knock interrupted your thoughts.

You opened the door, shocked at the sweaty man you saw before you. "Peter?"

"Hi." With a smile like that, you could never have known he had just stripped himself naked and stuffed his suit into his backpack in seconds flat, prior to meeting you.

"But I just sent you the message? How did you get here so fast?" You laughed exasperatedly, ushering him in quickly before your parents could come back and kick him out.

"Love... finds a way?" He chuckled awkwardly, hoping he wouldn't have to explain his stalker-ish tendencies.

You could only shake your head, and laugh as you wasted no more time to pounce on him, letting him pick you up and bring you to the room he was just staring into not long ago. "Wow, strong too." You commented, to which he reacted bashfully.

You patted him on the arm, signalling your desire to descend from the soft pillows Pete calls his biceps. "Okay, this is getting demeaning— put me down."

The bed gave a good tiny bounce as you both settled onto the bed, with you getting comfortable just sitting on his chest. ""Love finds a way," huh?" Peter could only shrug, "Yup." not wanting to say anymore.

"So you love me?" You paraphrased his once thought-through quote, and replaced it with "disastrous gay blurbs."

"Love? Oh, did I say love?- I just meant- I mean, if you want- but I thought we were at the "like-like" stage? But I mean, if you're uncomfortable I can totally just-"

You interrupted him with a cackle, "Like-like stage? You did not just say that." A deadpan expression rested upon your features, something that screamed, "You are better than that." —causing Peter to flush even more than before. "Shut up." He muttered dejectedly, flopping face-first into your pillows. "I thought you were actually offended!" his words were muffled, but the true embarrassment laced in his words still came through.

In your defence, "I was!"

"No, you weren't," Peter corrected, "No, I wasn't." You repeated.

"You're mean." He stated, getting up from his fetal position and throwing one of your pillows at you. "But you love me." You reminded, a shit-eating grin decorating your features, laughing before getting a mouthful of pillow and suddenly, not laughing anymore.

"Correction, I "like-like" you." Peter climbed on top of you, you who had been pillow-beaten to death. "Ugh, back to the "like-like" stage, so much worse than the bro stage!" You feigned despair, a ghost of a smile still peaking through your grimace.

It only took seconds for Peter to make the decision he usually has trouble with— the decision to kiss you.

And let's just say, thank god your parents decided to overnight it at the real estate building.

⊱───── ❝ thank you for reading! ❞ ─────⊰

[marvelstarker-mha98]

The Runaway Distance Life Of A Little Stark chapter 25: All The things Lost

Pairing: Tony Stark & daughter!Reader, Ben Parker x May Parker, Ben Parker, may Parker & Peter Parker, Ned Leeds, M.J and Peter, Erik Selvig, Jane Foster, and Darcy Lewis, Skye. Fitz, and Simmons, Phil Coulson & agent may, Harley Keener, Adrian Toomes & Liz Toomes, Nick Fury & Maria Hill, Maria Hill & Reader Summary: The reaction from people that reader met Warning: Mentioning of child abuse (look up maria's hill dad from marvel comics) , flashback

Co author with: callikc Tag:  @venomsvl  @geeksareunique

In their Queens apartment, Ben Parker was trying to explain your story to May.

Since the two had come home, it was all they could talk about. Ben had to reveal he had known the truth all along and that Fury organized everything between you and them. It was a lot for May to process, and more than once she found herself taking a break just to comprehend the stories.

"Why didn't you tell me?" She asked tearfully.

Ben sighed, feeling guilty. "I'm sorry."

"But you told me about your brother and Mary being with SHIELD right after we got engaged. What was so different with Ellen? O-Or... (Y/n)? I would've understood."

"I'm so sorry. It was a sensitive topic and we were all worried for her."

"I'm your wife, Ben."

"And I'll never forget it. That day, our vows, how beautiful you looked in that dress..." He closed his eyes. "It was the hardest thing I had to do, keeping this from you."

"We vowed that we wouldn't lie to each other." She reminded him. "Do you remember that bit?"

"Of course I do, sweetheart. If it was my choice, I wouldn't hesitate to tell you everything. It was Fury who made the call to keep it quiet. (Y/n) wasn't comfortable with people back then either."

"What does that mean?"

"She didn't want to be known as the Stark Runaway or some rich guy's rebellious kid. She wanted a clean slate, to just be a person, a friendly neighbor. And she was going to tell you herself eventually. She just didn't want you to see her differently."

"I wouldn't." May looked away. "I love that girl so much. She's still going to be Ellen Campbell to me. She's not a runaway. She's her own person."

She found herself gazing at the apartment door. It was right on the other side of it where they first 'bumped' into you.

"She's always there when we need her, Peter loves her like a sister... And now that I mention it, she's practically a daughter to us too." She felt the tears sliding down her cheeks. "Is she going to be in danger?"

Ben wished more than anything that he could give a definite answer but the truth was that he simply didn't know. His silence gave that away too.

"Oh, my God." May whispered, hiding her face in her hands. "She told everyone who she was, said people would be after her... What's going to happen? Are we in danger too? The SHIELD leak-"

"Hey, hey, hey." He quickly wrapped her up in a comforting embrace. "You don't have to worry about that. Fury took precautions. He destroyed the files about Pete's parents and us when they died so he wouldn't ever be a target."

"And Ellen?"

"I... I don't know. But you know what she's like."

She managed a little nod, looking up at him. "She's strong."

He nodded, kissing the top of her head. "That's right. She's like a superhero."

"She'll be okay. She has to be."

"Before I left the station, the guys were showing off these videos of some car chase in Battery Tunnel. This car was driving up the walls and there were guys on bikes shooting at it. It had to be her."

"The other nurses showed me that too!" May gasped. "I thought it was, but there wasn't a clear line. I don't know if I'm more proud or terrified."

"At least we're on the same page about that."

As they continued to discuss the matter, Peter was sitting in the living room. He was busy with homework and completely oblivious to the conversation happening a few feet away.

However, it wasn't the homework that had him distracted. Coincidentally, it was also you.

Just because he'd spent the entire day stuck in middle school, it didn't mean he didn't know what was going on in the city. The teachers talked, but the kids talked even more. He'd heard all about what was happening in the capital and how you were being chased by what sounded like evil agents.

In his head he kept envisioning that you made it out okay and that you finally got to reunite with your dad. He hadn't forgotten about the day when you told him who you really were, so for you to get a hug from your dad was all he wanted for you at that moment.

He almost jumped a foot in the air when the laptop screen on the table started flashing to signal an incoming video call. He recognized Ned's username and quickly accepted, hoping his friend could distract him.

If the call wasn't surprising enough, it was even more of a shock to see Ned with a girl from their class. She was extremely quiet and they hadn't really talked before, but he was pretty sure her name was Michelle Jones-Watson. She seemed to avoid all forms of human contact unless absolutely necessary.

"I'm telling you, he probably already knows!" She was saying.

"Well, I'm telling you, I'm telling him anyway!" Ned argued back, the pair unaware that he had accepted the call already.

"Fine! But don't be shocked when he remains emotionless."

"Yeah, you'd know all about that."

"What's that supposed to mean?!"

"Uh, guys?" Peter spoke up, startling them both. "Yeah. Hi. What's going on?"

"'Sup, nerd." Michelle greeted.

"Peter!" Ned exclaimed, grinning. "I need you to look at the news!"

He frowned. "Why?"

"It's Ellen! You'll never guess who she is!"

"Ellen?" He frowned. "(Y/n)!"

While he launched himself out of the seat to find the TV remote, Ned and Michelle resumed their argument. Ned was pondering how Peter already knew the truth and Michelle was all too happily gloating with several 'I told you so's.

Peter scrambled to find the right channel, eventually settling with CNN, where a blurred image of you in a fancy car was stuck on the screen.

He had a huge grin on his face, glad that you were okay. Maybe the news was reporting on you finally returning to the world. It certainly seemed so with the way the reporter was talking about everything.

But then the headline changed.

Peter felt sick as a sudden wave of disbelief, shock, and sadness overwhelmed him all at once. Despite the wailing of alarms outside, the rain battering the windows, all he could hear was the reporter's voice.

"The missing daughter of famed billionaire and Avenger Tony Stark has been reported dead this afternoon after a failed surgery in an attempt to save her life. (Y/n) Stark shocked the country when she revealed her identity to the world several years after apparently running away from home. There are several eye-witness accounts who claim she was shot at long-range just feet away from the entrance of Avengers Tower. They also report that Tony Stark himself witnessed the act and was last seen carrying her inside the building."

May and Ben had returned to the living room at this point and had heard every word. They watched in horror as a picture of you at sixteen showed up with the words '(Y/n) Stark - Daughter of Tony Stark - dead at 21'.

"Uncle Ben? Aunt May?" Peter looked up at them with tears streaming down his face. "Ellen... (Y/n)... She-"

(I couldn't find kid! peter hugging aunt may, so this will do!) He started to sob and May rushed to hug him, trying to quieten her own cries so she could comfort him. Ben slowly dragged himself towards them, putting his arms around them both as he closed his eyes tightly.

It didn't make sense. It didn't seem real. You were so precious to them all, and now you were just... Gone.

It wasn't fair.

-

Coulson had been sitting in his room in the dark for a while now.

Maybe a few hours had passed but he couldn't be sure. He didn't really care about it. He was just tired after all the chaos that had unleashed during the HYDRA-SHIELD reveal. He had his team in one piece - save for Ward who turned out to be a traitor - and they were all safely on the Bus. It was a good time to take a break.

The silence was only interrupted when Agent May opened the door, letting in a stream of light from the other room.

"I see the notion of knocking has become old fashioned." Coulson commented.

"You need to see this." She said, getting right to the point.

She held out a touchpad, her expression holding an emotion that even Coulson couldn't quite figure out. Curiosity got the better of him as he accepted the pad and looked at the reels playing.

He felt cold as the news of your death reached his ears. The whole room seemed dark again.

Elsewhere, in the rec room, Skye and FitzSimmons were also unfortunate enough to find the news channel.

They couldn't believe it either.

"Oh, my God." Simmons gasped, a hand over her mouth.

"(Y/n) Stark?" Skye questioned, eyes wide. "How did we not know that?"

Fitz didn't say a word, his arm around Simmons as she continued to stare at the TV with a saddened gaze.

Their time with you may have been short but it didn't mean it wasn't meaningful. After all, you were the one who brought laughter and jokes to the room, bettering a bad day. You got a smile out of everyone, even Agent May. No one could ever forget that.

You really were the rich girl in the end.

-

Erik Selvig, Jane Foster, and Darcy Lewis stood in their rented London apartment, watching the news report in stunned silence.

It had taken them a while to remember why you looked so familiar, and it had been Jane who pointed out that they saw you way back in New Mexico after Thor got his powers back.

How could they have known back then just how important you were?

-

The next person to discover your death was Harley Keener.

He was in the garage working on the latest version of the potato gun when he heard your name on the news and almost dropped the weapon in his hands.

He didn't understand half of what the reporter was saying when the man talked about organizations named HYDRA and SHIELD and then a leak exposing secrets about both of them. Of course, in contrast, the news about you dying was as clear as day.

He knew you looked familiar.

You weren't just the Mechanic's friend, you were family.

-

The latest update didn't mean much to the people that hadn't encountered you before, but to those that had, it was indescribably shocking.

There was now a video of you being carried into the Tower up on the Internet. It was posted anonymously but naturally people ate it up.

It was the people of New York who took the grief the hardest. The Parkers, Ned and his family, and even Mr. Delmar. For them, it wasn't just (Y/n) who had been killed, it was Ellen Campbell. They loved her, and now she was gone.

You were gone.

People searched through all the different channels and websites to find a version of the story where you survived. They needed to believe it was a hoax, that you were going to show up the next day with your usual smiles and jokes.

Even a spokesperson from Stark Industries was forced to armor up in the end and confirm the news. They requested time to grieve the loss of the company's heir, refused to let anyone question Tony, and promised to answer any questions in due time.

-

Another New Yorker had discovered the news as well now.

It was the girl you had saved two years ago during the Battle of New York.

Liz was in the car with her father and watching the news on the small screen between the seats. She hadn't been paying much attention until she caught sight of your picture and gasped so loud the car almost swerved.

"Dad!" She yelled, pointing at your picture. "That's her!"

He looked between her and the screen in confusion. "What's that, honey?"

"She said her name was Ellen but that's the girl who helped me when the aliens came!" Liz insisted. "It says she was shot!"

Now, Adrian Toomes held a deep hatred for Tony Stark, but unfortunately he couldn't help but be grateful to the woman who had saved his little girl's life.

He may have vowed vengeance on the father, but he wouldn't be able to forget the daughter.

-

Surprisingly enough, the last people to hear about your death were the real SHIELD agents.

Fury, Hill, and the very few people they trusted enough with the truth were gathered in a base while they waited for the Triskelion incident to calm down.

Fury stood by the window, a somber look in his eyes as he watched the rain slide down the glass. The sky was dark and the clouds gray, but he could also make out the several plumes of smoke wafting into the air from the crash sites of the helicarriers. It was hard to believe that a day hadn't even passed yet.

There was a buzz from inside his coat then. He cautiously took a phone from the pocket and saw a notification light up the screen. It was an unknown number, but he knew who - or what - had sent it. Fury always knew.

I am sorry, sir. I have failed my mission.

Fury, who was never one to show his feelings, let out a barely audible sigh. No tears fell, he didn't say a word, but he did feel a pang of remorse.

He was proud of you in a way. Not many would have the guts and strength to reveal themselves as you did, certainly not after so many years of hiding and paranoia. You had done a lot for SHIELD, and he respected you for it. You saved good agents, built valuable weapons, and even if you thought a plan was ridiculous you still listened.

Yet you were only human.

After being informed of all the details, he was extremely wary of the fact that HYDRA had repossessed the scepter. It was a dangerous weapon anyway, but now it was guaranteed to be used for bad.

Agent Hill entered the room then, her feelings vexed and torn.

"Sir?" She asked hesitantly. "Is it true?"

Fury kept his gaze on the phone in his hands and didn't even look up. "Agent Campbell is dead."

Hill immediately looked away, quite astounded by how much emotion she felt by the confirmation. It felt like just yesterday that you had awkwardly approached her for the first time and asked if she could train you to fight.

She had spent more time with you than she realized due to all the training, making projects, and even getting coffee during breaks. Not many saw it, but she could have considered you a genuine friend.

-

It was about a month after Thor had returned from Asgard in 2012.

Loki would be awaiting trial and for now the world was at peace once more. Well, the outside world anyway. You had just finished yet another practice round with Hill in which she had completely destroyed you.

Hill watched with an amused glint in her eyes as you dropped to the ground with a huff.

"Tired?" She quipped.

"Too much cardio." You grumbled in response.

She raised a brow, having heard that phrase at least three times during every session.

"You need to work out more." She said.

"I do!" You whined, picking at the mat aggressively. "I walk to the fridge and I run to the coffee machine and... And other stuff."

She crossed her arms, waiting for a better answer, and you rolled your eyes.

"I'm sorry, but me plus effort equals no go."

"You'll need to get used to it if you want to defend yourself." Hill shrugged, sitting beside you. "If you have any ambitions of becoming better, it'll take years of focus and hard work. How do you think I got here?"

She passed over a bottle of water which you eagerly took a long swig of before twisting the cap closed again.

"I'm not you." You eventually said.

"I know." Hill shrugged. "But we're more alike than you think."

You scoffed, clearly not believing the claim. "Oh, yeah? What's your poison? Did your dad also pretend you didn't exist for your entire life too?"

"Yes."

You blinked. "What? Really?"

She nodded. "Yeah."

You waited for her to elaborate, but she remained silent. "Well, come on! Don't leave me hanging, Hill. Spill the gory deets."

Maria Hill didn't trust a lot of people, that much was true, but she'd known you a long time now. She'd spent hours giving you advice on how to survive as an agent and knew pretty much all there was to know about you. Perhaps you were one of the few who deserved the favor returned.

"I never really knew my mom either." She confessed. "My dad didn't care. He was a drunk. Said I was responsible for all his problems. I got into the bad stuff, ended up with the marine corps, and then SHIELD. Haven't spoken to him since."

There was a silence after the short yet oddly detailed summary and you just stared at her for a moment before letting out a low whistle.

"Damn, girl." You mused. "I guess dads really can't do their jobs right."

While Hill smiled, she didn't encourage the mindset. "At least yours wants you home."

"Ha. That's funny."

"I mean it, Campbell."

"Okay." You sat there for a moment, considering it. "But what if I don't want to go home?"

Another silence followed your question and for a moment you thought the subject was being dropped. With that thought in mind, you raised your hand expectantly.

"Gimme five?" You offered. "Shitty fathers club? You can be the treasurer."

Hill cracked a smile, shaking her head as she reluctantly accepted the high-five.

"Yay!" You exaggerated a grin. "We're, like, totally besties now."

"Even so, I still gotta train you. Up you get, Campbell."

You whined again but she only laughed, easily hoisting you back to your feet.

-

Back in the present, Hill's mind had been running wild with possibilities and solutions.

"Project TAHITI." She finally suggested.

Fury looked up at last, an array of feelings settling inside. Of course he wanted you back, but he also knew exactly how you felt about that particular project.

You had said 'If I die, don't ever do that to me.'

He respected you too much to go against your wishes like that. Even if it worked for Coulson, he couldn't do the same for you.

"She wouldn't want that."

[desert-bluffs-and-me]

WTNV quick rundown - 100 - Toast

I'm not lying when I say this episode contains almost if not every single character we've been introduced to thus far.

More rundowns here!

I know many of you have a few things you’d like to say. So let me start things off. Welcome to Night Vale.

This episode's focus is on Cecil and Carlos' wedding, or at least the after ceremony toast section.

The first person to speak is Leonard Burton, ex radio host, ex Cecil's boss and very confused as to why he's 'suddenly' there and apparently making a toast. He has no idea why he's there, but comments that Cecil looks like he hasn't aged a day since he started to work for Leonard.

The FOW also gives a toast, though she mostly talks about herself. She is covered in blood and is able to drink despite not having a mouth. She is allergic to mice, so recommends that people eat them themselves if they want to keep infestations at bay.

Diane's speech is very quick because Josh has a dance recital and grew several extra legs just for the occasion.

John Peters (you know, the farmer?) comments that he believes the whole world is just a manifestation of his inability to believe that nothing actually exists but congrats anyway.

Deb plugs Ritz Crackers in her toast.

Michelle and Maureen give a speech together. Michelle says she guesses that being happy is popular and isn't that upset that she's also happy and therefore like everyone else. She also says she went to a Katy Perry concert where Katy peeled off her own skin, plucked out her heart and batted it towards her backup dancers. Maureen says she's not angry any more and she once tried to be happy when she was 13 but gave up when she noticed everyone was copying her.

Maggie and Donald Penebaker give an almost normal toast except it's still phone like and ends with reminding everyone to pay their electric bills.

Kevin and Lauren also do a toast together, via videolink. Lauren says she wandered dry-lipped and starving through an endless looping desert until finally coming upon Desert Bluffs Too where it was explained to her that Strex is no longer in charge, Kevin is. Kevin mentions how he's been told that they'll all attack him if he tries to come back to NV and that as welcoming as that sounds he's far too busy. He's also obviously gleeful about Lauren's misfortune and new status under him. They then 'smile' which causes mass panic and a cry to turn the video off.

Melony says she's fixed Computer, who prints out a picture of a gift wrapped box. Earl says he made the cake and was happy to do so. Melony says she has no idea who he is, even though he's sitting next to her and Earl says they've been friends for years and came to the wedding together. Given that Melony forgets Cecil whilst talking to him, it's likely Earl is right.

During Tamika's speech we hear Basimah calling out admiringly. Tamika reads a book passage.

Dana and Pamela make a speech together, with Pamela being her usual self and Dana translating it into a 'congratulations'.

They then 'move' because of the weather: "Second Song" by Joseph Fink.

Old Woman Josie tells us that Cecil wasn't good at bowling when he joined their team, but he was so friendly and entertaining that they let him stay and he soon got better at it. She also reveals that the Hall of Public Records has a list of everyone's death dates.

Steve's toast is more like a tradiational toast. He says he loves Cecil and Carlos both and is very happy for them.

Carlos talks about how he finds it hard to talk about his feelings because they're not logical facts, which he understands better. He mentions how he had throat surgery and that's why he sounds different now but his feelings are the same. He says he's glad he made that call for personal reasons.

Cecil sings Carlos' praises and says that everything is better now Carlos is there. He also says that Carlos' love of science is inspiring and also deeply erotic.

Stay tuned next for a drunk, newly married couple, long after all the well-wishers have left, piling up bags of garbage and stacking chairs in a rented banquet hall because they want to get their deposit back.

And good night, Night Vale, and every person who can hear my voice. Good night.

Proverb: "It's always darkest before the dawn, we are often reassured by people who are totally wrong about how the sun works."

[anotherfuckingmarvelfanaccount]

Peter’s Birthday

Oh my God, 3 fics in a week. Must be some sort of new record between my writer’s block and school. Don’t expect this often, I’m just priortizing writing more than some of my unnecessary (unhealthy) hobbies (scrolling through social media and rereading texts that only make me feel bad about how happy/stupid i was). Is that a toxic trait? I feel like that’s probably a toxic or a self-depreciation kinda thing or something. Oh well. I had so many ideas for Peter that he definitely gets a birthday next year, and maybe the year after that. 

My Masterlist

Pairing(s): Peter Parker x Reader, Implied!Happy Hogan x May Parker, Tony Stark x Pepper Potts

Warnings: Fluffy!!! implied smut right at the end, reader kinda has a mental breakdown bc she can’t cook, she also got fired for no reason (but let’s just go with her boss made sexual comments and she didn’t reciprocate the feelings bc peter and so he fired her bc that seems like it happens enough), matt murdock is mentioned, he also gets shot and comes to the reader and peter to get patched up, reader knows how to do stitches bc of peter. mentions of violence, guns, bullets, a drug ring, and punisher

Word Count: 2509

Summary: After being fired from your job, Peter gets you a new one working for Nelson and Murdock. After you burn his birthday dinner, Peter reminds you that you’re going to May’s for a party tonight. After the party, your new boss needs some stitching up after a nasty fight. What a day in the life of Spiderman’s girlfriend, especially on his birthday.

Just before Peter’s birthday, you were pretty much broke. You had just gotten fired from your less-than-minimum-wage-paying job, and were in the process of job searching. Even though the pay was terrible, it was still better than nothing. And you were looking specifically in the proximity of Stark Tower for your next job, especially since you knew Peter was Spiderman and was working for Tony. You weren’t a superhero, but you helped out when you could, especially with patching Peter up, since he was very prone to getting beat up by not-so-friendly neighbourhood purse robbers. You still got him a nice card and everything, but you felt terrible that you couldn’t afford a gift for him. 

He knew how much you were beating yourself up over this for about a week beforehand, and reassured you that he didn’t need anything, only you.

But you felt shitty about not being able to get your own boyfriend a gift for his birthday, especially after the beautiful necklace he had gotten you for your last birthday. A spider with an engraving in the back that said “For my princess, I love you.” and unless he had 3-D printed that shit with Ned, you knew it had to have been expensive. So you decided to make Peter a spectacular birthday dinner.

Except you burned the pizza you were trying to make from scratch. So then you tried to make him a birthday cake.

But you forgot to add eggs to the cake and then you overwhipped the icing. Finally, as a last resort, you tried to make your mom’s chocolate chip cookies.

Yet somehow they wound up raw on the top, burnt on the bottom, wonky, and completely unlike the way your mom makes them. Not being able to take it anymore, you burst into tears after closing the oven. You couldn’t buy your boyfriend a present due to lack of funds, make him dinner, cake, or cookies; and you couldn’t even order takeout because of just how broke you were while trying to find a job in New York.

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This was how Peter came home to find you. Surrounded by blackened pizza, a deformed cake, chunky icing, and lumps of cookies. And bawling your eyes out.

“Hey, hey, princess. What’s going on?” He asked softly, coming over to wrap you in a hug.

“I- I-” You hiccuped, not being able to get your words out.

Peter rubbed your back, letting you cry. “It’s okay.” He mumbled, surrounding you with comfort. “I’m here, princess. Everything’s okay.”

“No, it’s not!” You wailed, still surrounded by your failed creations.

“Then you gotta tell me what’s wrong, princess. Why are you crying?”

“I- I’m too broke to buy you anything after I got fired for no goddamn reason, I burnt dinner that I was trying to make you, I forgot to add eggs to the cake, I overwhipped the icing, and I don’t even know what happened to the cookies, but they look both raw and burnt! And I’m too broke to order in takeout, unless you’re buying, we’re gonna have to go hungry tonight because I’m too broke and stupid to do anything!” You cried, sobbing into Peter’s shirt after your hell-hole of a week. 

Peter softly shushed you, letting you cry into his shirt, knowing how emotionally taxing the last few weeks have been on you. “Honey, I got you a job.”

You made a questioning noise, pulling your head out of the collar of his shirt. Ah, I’ll get the tear stains out in the laundry this weekend. You thought, looking at Peter curiously.

“It’s not with Mr. Stark.” He started, “But you will be working with a superhero. At the very least I’ll know you’re protected.”

“Don’t tell me I’m running PR for the Hulk.” You said, smiling softly at your protective boyfriend.

“You are definitely not Bruce’s new PR person, but that is a great idea, he definitely needs that after Hulk hasn’t been let out in a while. But no. I got you a job working at Nelson and Murdock, you’re gonna be a secretary there, and Mr. Murdock, or Matt as he’ll insist you call him, is Daredevil.”

“You got me a job at Nelson and Murdock, working with Daredevil, in Hell’s Kitchen?” You asked, summarizing what he said.

Peter nodded. “I did, yes.”

“Oh, Peter!” You wrapped your arms tighter around his neck. “God, I love you so much. What would I ever do without you?”

“Well-”

“We’re not talking about the ruined food surrounding us.”

“I was going to say you’d be a lot safer, but since you mention it..”

You glared at him jokingly. “Help me clean it up, please?”

“Of course, princess.” He said, kissing your forehead. “And don’t forget that we have to go to May’s tonight for the party she’s throwing for me.”

“Oh, I forgot! I wouldn’t have tried cooking if I had remembered!”

“It’s okay, my love. Everything’s okay. You go get ready, and I’ll clean up the mess.”

You kissed Peter softly, thanking him, and heading into your shared bedroom to get changed. You took a quick shower, washed your hair and blow dried it so that you wouldn’t have to wait for it to dry. When you came out of the bathroom, Peter was all dressed up in his suit and there was a dress on the bed that matched the tie laying next to it.

“Of course you want me to wear your favourite dress for your birthday.” You chuckled, dropping the towel from around your torso and getting Peter to help you into the dress. He did the most important part, of course, zipping you up in the back.

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While you started on your hair and makeup, Peter used the full-length mirror in the bedroom to tie his tie. It wasn’t until you glanced over at him that you remembered that Peter can’t tie a tie. “Pete, c’mon in here, you know you can’t tie ties. Now, while I’m tying, you pick the eyeshadow and lipgloss or lipstick you want me to wear, birthday boy.”

“What about that really bright pink lip gloss that you love wearing when you’re teasing me because of how good it looks on you? And maybe pair it with this eyeshadow?” He pointed to your favourite shade of eyeshadow on your favourite pallet. (A/N:If you have more than one eyeshadow pallet, unlike me. What? Who only has one in this day and age, I know.) 

“Of course, Petey. When do we have to get there again?” You said, straightening the tie around his collar.

“Sweetheart, we moved a floor up. We just have to take either a flight of stairs or the elevator for one floor.” Peter chuckled, softly kissing you before you finished your makeup so he wouldn’t ruin anything.

You sighed while doing your eyeshadow, “That means May heard the smoke alarm going off when I burned the pizza.”

“Probably, yup.” Peter said, kissing the top of your head. “But you know she’ll just want to make sure that you’re okay.”

“I’m definitely not. But you got me a job, so I guess I can’t complain too much, can I?”

“You start Monday, and Mr. Stark is bringing Matt to the party tonight so you can meet him.”

“Oh yeah, who’s coming to this thing?” You asked, pulling your favourite lipgloss out.

Peter rested his chin on top of your head, lightly wrapping you in a hug. “May, Happy, Tony, Pepper, Matt, Ned, and MJ. And then you and me.”

“And we’re definitely getting kicked out early tonight because May and Happy will want to spend the night together.”

“Don’t tell me things like that, princess. I don’t wanna hear about who my aunt’s dating.”

You chuckled, giving yourself one last glance over in the mirror. “I’d say they’re doing a little more than dating, sweetheart.”

“I did not need to hear that.” Peter said, putting your heels on for you and dragging you out the door.

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After the party, you and Peter went back upstairs to your apartment to tuck into bed for the night, and possibly the weekend depending on how you woke up feeling. One way or the other.

Matt Murdock was really nice, although what Peter had forgotten to tell you was that Matt’s blind and has enhanced senses. His hearing is impeccable, he was even able to tell when Peter was teasing you at the party based on how your heart rate changed, from across the room.

Note to self: Don’t flirt with Peter at work. You thought, realizing that Matt also probably had an enhanced sense of smell.

A tap at the window brought you out of your brain, finally allowing you a little peace, until you realized that Peter was snoring peacefully next to you and was not the idiot currently tapping on your window. You disentangled yourself from Peter carefully before creeping to the window and opening the curtain a crack. What, did I think about my new job too much? Can he read minds too?

“Matt?!” You whisper-yelled, “What the fuck are you doing here? It’s the middle of the night! I haven’t even started work yet!” Instead of speaking to answer your questions, he just moved his hand off of his shoulder, which definitely had a bullet sitting in it right now and was going to be gushing all over your bathroom in a minute. “Come in, don’t drip on the floor.” You sighed, giving your new boss entry to your home through your bedroom window.

“Nice place.” He said, walking over to the bathroom where Peter had surely told him that you keep the first aid kit.

“Princess?” Peter groaned softly, waking up slightly. “What’s going on, where are you?”

“I’m right here, Pete.” You told him, walking over to the bathroom. “Apparently I’m going to be spending my nights patching up two self-sacrificial idiots now. Fuckin’ superheroes.”

“Two? I thought I was the only one you patched up.” Peter moped, following you into the bathroom.

You gestured to Matt, sitting on the edge of your bathtub. “I was, except saying ‘no’ to my new boss seems like a bad idea, doesn’t it?”

“I wouldn’t fire you for not patching me up, kid. Peter told me that you help him out when he’s hurt, and I got into a bit of a predicament tonight.”

“I thought the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen didn’t like guns.” You mumbled, dipping the tweezers in some rubbing alcohol.

“I don’t.” He responded. “Jesus, fuck, that hurts!”

“I thought you were Catholic, Matt.” You said, pulling the bullet out of his shoulder.

He chuckled, “I am, but I swear when I’m getting a bullet out of my shoulder.”

“Fair point. You don’t mind if I sew this up, do you? A band-aid won’t fix this.”

“Whatever you need, kid. Just as long as I don’t bleed out on your floor.”

“Can’t be killing my boss before I even get to my first day of work.” You said, threading a small needle with medical thread.

Matt raised an eyebrow, “Is that medical thread? How do you know how to do stitches?”

“I took a medical class in highschool, May works at the hospital, and Peter’s been a clutz since we were kids. I’ve seen him sewed up more than once before I started doing his stitches.” You told Matt, tying the knot around the end so you wouldn’t lose the needle. “I’d ask if you’re ready, but you’ll know before I pierce your skin anyway.”

“I will, so go for it, kid. You can’t hurt me more than I already am.”

You nodded, starting to thread his wound shut. “Good job getting it to stop bleeding, princess.” Peter said, kissing your forehead softly. “But Matt, who’s shooting at you with a .38 at 1AM halfway across the city? And why come back to this end to get sewn up? Don’t you have someone that helps you?”

“I don’t have anyone that helps sew me up, sometimes I can call Foggy if I know he’s not with Karen, but since they’re usually together, I usually have to hope that I won’t bleed out in my sleep.”

“You’re sending a text to one of us with your location, and we’ll both be there. There’s no need for you to get all the way from Hell’s Kitchen to Queen’s with a bleeding wound.” Peter said, pulling the roll of bandages out of the first aid kit to pass to you when you were done with Matt’s makeshift stitches.

“And would you believe me if I said I was busting a drug ring?”

“The only part I would find unbelievable is that you didn’t have backup.” You said, beginning to wrap his shoulder. “And don’t give me the whole ‘The Devil works alone’ spiel because I know that Daredevil and Punisher are quite close, and you could’ve called Peter or Tony for backup. No more working alone, because eventually you’ll bleed out before someone can fix you.”

Matt smiled, eyes moving back and forth between where you and Peter’s voices were coming from. “Okay. If I see something that I can’t handle alone, I’ll send a text to Frank or Peter, and if I get into trouble from something that I can handle, I’ll text either you or Peter to come patch me up, kid.”

“Sounds good to me.” You said, cutting off the bandage and tucking it in. “Try and change those in the morning, and if not, we’ll swing by to change them for you. I’ll change them Monday when I get to the office.”

“Okay, sweetheart.” Matt said, pulling you in for a hug and heading over to the window. “I’ll see you tomorrow then?”

“Take the door, Matt.” Peter said, leading him through your tiny apartment. “Elevator is at the end of the hall, on the left.”

Matt chuckled. “I can hear it whirring, Pete. But thank you.”

“We’ll see you tomorrow, Matt.” Peter said, closing and locking the door behind him. He turned around to see you leaning in the doorway between the living room and the bedroom.

“Can we cuddle?” You asked, making grabby hands for your boyfriend.

Peter smiled, coming over to wrap you in a hug. “Of course we can, princess.” The two of you, still hugging, walked back to the bed. “Did you clean up the bathroom?”

“I put everything away and cleaned up any residual blood. Can I ask you a question?”

“Of course you can, baby girl.”

“Are you upset that I didn’t do anything.. sexy for your birthday?”

Peter hugged you tighter, kissing the top of your head. “Of course not. We can do anything any day of the year, we don’t need to do anything special for my birthday.”

“Maybe we’ll be in a better spot next year and I can do something special for you.” You said, peppering kisses across his chest.

“..What if we did something now?” Peter asked, rolling the two of you over.

[storytimewithanonwriter]

SONGBIRD

PART 9

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Warning for series: fluff, a cute baby, mention of food, mention of sex, implied sex, blood, and injuries, curse words, the use of y/n…, nicknames for the reader: love, bird, songbird, birdie ( probably more), not the best writing and lots of typos !! Lol

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Hi all!! I hope you are having a wonderful week! So sorry, this update took so long! Love you!!-K

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In a groggy voice, Eliza answered the phone.

“ Hello? Y/n, do you know what time it is?”

You didn't answer. You waited until 5:00 am to call Eliza. You could not wait any longer. you whispered into the phone

“Spider-Man! He is in my apartment!

“ what !? Why ?! What the fuck is he doing there?!”

“He knocked on my window last night. He was banged up pretty bad. You know Peter takes photos of him sometimes. Apparently, he helps him with the injuries he can’t fix on his own. Pater wasn’t home. Peter told him his girlfriend lived downstairs from him, and yeah... “

“That’s crazy !”

“ he is in my bed right now.”

“Y/N!”

“Not like that! I stayed in the MJ’s room. He was exhausted, and I wasn’t going to make him leave. He is still here, and I have to go soon. Maisie’s birthday party at school is today. I can’t just wake up our friendly neighbor Spider-Man and kick him out, but I need to get ready. “

“ I don’t know what to tell you… I mean… you could come here. You have some things here still. Just write a note.”

“ Yeah, ok. I will be there at 6. I have to call Pete and let him know. It just feels weird, you know… like I didn’t do anything, but there is another man in my bed. I need to tell him. He is still at May’s, I'm guessing. We are going to dinner there tonight. May insisted on giving Maze a birthday dinner at her place.”

“Ok… I mean, I think it’s ok, but you do you. Also, so cute! May is so sweet. Can I come? I have heard so much about Aunt May. I met her that one time at the hospital.”

“ Yes! I was going to ask you to come. “

“Sweet! I will see you soon.”

As soon as you hung up with Eliza, you called Peter.

“ Hey, it’s Peter. I can’t get to the phone right now. Leave a message.”

“ Hey, love. I just wanted to let you know your friend Spider-Man is in my apartment. He is in my room. I stayed in Maze’s room. I’m going to go to Eliza’s to get ready. Maisie's birthday party at school is today. At 11 am. Just a reminder if you can come! I will call you soon !”

You quickly wrote not and stuck it under your door

Mr.Spider-Man,

I had to leave early this morning. There is a coffee set to brew. If you want some, press the start button. Help yourself to anything to eat. I hope you feel better!

Y/n

You got MJ and headed out to Eliza’s

…

Peter woke up in your bed. He felt at home. He did this very frequently, but this time his suit was discarded on the floor next to him, and you were not with him. He meant to wake up and head home early. He planned to check on you and carry you back to your bed. He was so exhausted though he must have slept all night. He stood up to find a note up under the door. He read it and smiled. You were indeed the best.

He wrote a thank you note and headed to his apartment via the window.

He went to grab his phone to call you. He saw the message you left. Listening to it, all he could do was smile. He loved how thoughtful you were.

Peter hit redial and waited for you to pick up.

“ Hey, you!”

“ love bug! I heard you had a guest?“,

“ Yes, your friend Spider-Man. He came to visit. He was injured pretty badly. I helped fix him up the best I could. I think you should call and check on him. He stayed in my room, and I slept in Maisie’s. “

“ Thank you for helping him. Sorry I didn’t answer. The phone was dead. I ended up leaving May’s. Ned invited me over. His ex had the kids, so we went to a bar.”

“I’m glad you are making friends with the new guy. It always sucks being the new person at work. “

“ Yeah, he is pretty cool. I invited him and the twins over for Maisie’s Party Saturday. I hope that's ok.”

“ Yes! Of course! I would love to meet them! The question is, will you make it to Maze’s party at school? She asked this morning. I didn’t want to tell her something and..”

“ I wouldn’t miss it. I’m called out of work…. To hungover.” He was not. He just needed more time to recover from last night’s injuries.

“ Peter Parker, you rebel! Do you think you will be ok with the party? Screaming toddlers…”

“ Yeah, I will be. “ he laughed. “I’m going to sleep for a while, birdie. Love you.” And he hung up.

Peter panicked. He said love you. He did love you, but this was not the way he wanted to tell you. He hoped that it didn't scare you that he just casually said it like it was nothing. Now all he could do was wait to see you later today...

Peter just dropped I love you like it was nothing. Three weeks into officially dating, Peter said it first. You were in shock. You definitely loved him as well. You just thought you would be the one to say it first.

“ Eliza... “

“ what? you look like you saw a ghost !”

“ Peter just said love you at the end of our phone call.”

“ Awe!! Sweet. Why do you look like you are going to vomit? You said it yourself you love him too. “

“ I know … it’s just….”

“Stop, y/n. Don’t try to self-sabotage. You love him. You said it before you even went on a date. He basically already lives with you. just trust your heart.”

You had tears in your eyes. Peter was the first person since James that you really cared about.

“ I have to tell him….”

“Yes, you do! But first, we must celebrate little Miss Maisie’s Birthday.”

…

“ Peter! You made it! “ you smiled as Peter walked into the school's office.

“ Yeah, sorry I was almost late. Something was going on the subway. I ended up getting some shots of Spider-Man.”

“ neither one of you can catch a break, can you?” You sighed as you entered Maisie’s classroom with Peter.

Just then, Maisie came bouncing up, “ My Pete! My Pete !”

Peter picked her up. “Hi, there, baby bird.” Maise giggled and hugged Peter tight.

“Awe, such a cute family. Let me get a quick photo.” Miss Lilly said.

“CHEESE!!” Maise screeched. You and Peter busted out laughing.

“ MJ, you are inside!”

“Oops”

All you could do was laugh more.

Peter had almost forgotten you told Spiderman, not Peter, about the nickname. He had to ask, “MJ? I have to hear you call Maisie that before.”

“Oh! Yeah! Isn’t it cute? Maisie Jane … MJ for short. “

“It was my idea,” Eliza beamed as she entered the classroom with cupcakes

“ Are those Spider-Man and Cinderella cupcakes?” You smiled at your sister

“ that’s what she wanted! You should see the cake for her party Saturday!”

“ You spoil her!” you laughed.

Peter sat MJ down so the class ( mostly the adults) could sing Happy Birthday to her. Maise cheered and clapped as she blew out her candles.

“ did you make a wish, baby?” you smiled as you grabbed peters hand an squeezed .

“ uh-huh!! Piderman.” she said in a serious tone.

You just laughed .“ He is a really busy dude, MJ.”

But Maisie’s wish gave Peter an idea.

...

That night after you return to May’s birthday dinner for Maisie, Peter told you he'd had to do some photo editing. He said he didn't think it would take long and would come down the stairs soon as he was done. He kissed you and was on his way.

Maise was supposed to be in bed already, but she was wired. She had cake at school and at May’s house. You knew you were in for a long night. You set up the doll house that May gave MJ for her birthday and put on a movie in the hopes of MJ entertaining herself just enough where you could grade papers.

Maisie was halfway through Frozen when you got a text from Peter

I pulled some strings... I wish I could be there to see MJ's reaction.

You were so confused until you heard a knock at the window.

“PIDERMAN!!! MAMA!! PIDER PIDER!!” Maise was jumping up and down. You opened the window to find Spiderman with a gift bag.

“ I heard someone had a birthday wish,” Spiderman said as he made his way to sit next to Maisie.

You didn't know what to say.

“ Me! My My Birthday!” Maisie smiled big.

“ Well, Happy Birthday, MJ!”

Maisie gasped “ Pider my name?”

“ Yes, Maise. Spiderman is a friend of Peter. Peter asked him to come to see you for your birthday. Isn't that special?” you finally gathered your thoughts.

“ Wow. My Pete nice. I love my Pete.”

You smiled. “ yeah, he is pretty great. I love him too.”

Peter was smiling up under his mask. It was all he could do not to pick you both up and twirl you around. He was so happy, but that would reveal his identity, and he couldn't do that.

“ Peter is a good guy. He asked me me to work on something really special for you a while back, Maisie. I finally finished it just in time for your birthday. Here you go !” He handed MJ the bag to unwrap. She quickly ripped the tissue paper out and pulled out a spider suit in her size. It was an exact replica of Peter’s actual spider suit. Peter had started making it for her after he found out how much she truly loved Spider-Man. He had even made baby web-shooters that shot out silly string. Maisie would be the coolest two-year-old in New York City.

“ Wow” Maisie’s eyes went wide .

“ Oh my, wow . Thank you Spidey. That must have took a long time . Thank you.” You spoke up. You were in awe. It was beautifully made.

“ Tank you, pider!” Maise leaned over and hugged him.

“ Well, it was Peter’s idea. I just helped him. Now, y/n I made her web shooter as well, but I don’t think she is ready for them. They shoot silly string instead of webs. They are pretty cool.” Peter was super excited about them. He knew Maisie was way too little, but he had the idea, and he had to make them. “ Peter knows how to work them. I showed him. You can give them to her when you think she is ready.”

“ Pider, play dolls?” Maise asked very sweetly.

“ MJ, I’m sure Pider..” you started to say, but we’re quickly cut off.

“ I would love to!” Maisie handed Peter her favorite doll, and the began to play. You watched them and smiled.

“ Y/n, you can go back to your work if you want. Maisie and I are fine, “ Spider-Man spoke up after a few minutes of playing.

“ I’m ok . I really don’t want to miss this. Not every day you see your kid play with their hero.” You smiled.

Peter smiled and went back to playing with Maisie. After about an hour, you noticed Maisie began to yawn.

“ MJ it’s time to go to sleep. Tell Spider-Man thank you, ok?”

MJ started to whine, but Spider-Man spoke up. “MJ, how about we clean up together? Then I need to head out to save the city.”

“ Otay” she squeaky reposed. Before long, she was in bed, and Spider-Man had left. You sat down on the couch, thinking about your day. You were smiling. This was a lot different than a year ago. A year ago today, you were crying as you rocked your one-year-old to sleep. Little did you know the next day, you would meet a man who would change your life forever.

You heard a knock at the door. Being as late as it was, it could only be one person. “Peter, you have a key” you answered the door to find Peter with a large Bouquet covered his face.

“I know, but this was more romantic, “ he blushed.

“ I love you .” You smiled.

Peter leaned in and kissed you. “ I thought I fuck up earlier by saying I love you on the phone. I wanted to take you to dinner, and” you stop him by kissing him again, this time deeper.

“ Peter, you are truly amazing. Thank you. “

“ I love you , songbird . You are the amazing one.” He smiled.

You pulled him inside as you laughed. “ dude, got Spider-Man to hand deliver a spider suit that HE made with baby web-shooters to my Spider-Man-obsessed daughter for her birthday. You are the amazing one.” You beamed He just smiled at you. Then he leaned in an kissed you hard. You made your way to the couch without releasing from each other’s grips. You finally let go for some air.

In between breaths, you tell Peter, “ MJ is sound asleep with white noise and music playing” before you finish the sentence, Peter picks you up and starts to head down the hallway to your room.

[innytoes]

Because apparently I am my feeling things hours, what h/c can you give me about the Reggie is the one that survives AU?

-When Reggie gets back into music, he picks up the banjo first, since it's the only instrument he never really played with the guys.

-Rose and Victoria have a lot of fun trying to slowly help Reggie into tolerating spice.

-At one point Hazel threatened Rose that if she didn't make Reggie a Molina soon, she was going to adopt him as her little brother and he'd be a Morgan.

-Yes Ray and Reggie both took Rose's last name.

-Reggie did stick with Peters for his artist's name though, both to honour who he'd been with the boys, and because he didn't want to like, appropriate anything. He didn’t want some label to try and score diversity points with his last name when he is The Whitest White Boy.

-They know Julie and Carlos are biologically Ray's because Reggie just... couldn't continue his bloodline when the guys would never be able to. He made a lot of excuses like shitty genetics and 'Ray's way hotter and you'd make pretty kids together', but eventually he probably took them to his therapist and said that while he loved the idea of being dad, he just really could not handle being a biological one.

-Julie was adamant about wanting to learn the fiddle so she could play country with her dad and Reggie sat through like a year full of torture of Small Child Learning Violin with a smile on his face because THAT'S HIS BABY.

-Reggie is Dad, Ray is Papi. Except when Julie was just learning to make sounds and Reggie insisted that 'ababababa' was his name because that's the first babble she mastered.

-Julie and Carlos both have their own teeny tiny cowboy hat and boots from when they were babies. Also teeny tiny plaid shirts.

-Every year on Luke's birthday Reggie visits Emily and Mitch Patterson. He gave them the song the first year. They didn't ask him to play it until like five or six years later, and of course they were all crying at the end of that.

-He does the same for Bobby's Lola, but he visits her more often. He tried visiting the Mercers a few times but was just met with cold politeness and like, obligation and after like two years he gave up. Instead he visits Alex' favourite queer-friendly bookstore and buys a few books he thinks Alex would have liked and donates them to shelters or stuffs them in Little Free Libraries.

-Reggie's birthdays are very hard on him, but Rose and Ray try to remind him he's special and loved and they're happy he's here. It gets a little easier when the kids are born because like, what kind of monster do you think he is, depriving his children of an excuse for cake? If Carlos made him a paper crown he is gonna wear a paper crown. He will cry still a little, but it’s because they made him a homemade banner that says Hapy Birdday Daddy!

[cosettepontmercys]

Hi Cossette!! I'm so glad that you also enjoy Laufey's Everything I Know About Love :D Listening to the LP is a wholesome and cozy experience (I was listening to the deluxe version earlier today) 💖 What are your favourite tracks from the album?

Ahh yes!! I discovered Holly Humberstone a little while ago and really liked The Walls Are Way Too Thin and the singles that she released last year (I particularly enjoy Friendly Fire and Scarlett)! I've just listened to her other EP this weekend via the compilation record and love it :D Fingers crossed that we'll get to hear her debut album later this year!!

I've also listened to a couple artists that you've mentioned (The Japanese House, Isabel Pless, and Cate Canning) and enjoy their music!! The Japenese House's recent singles (for her upcoming album) are quite different to her previous work but I found her new sonic influence refreshing 💖

I still need to listen to Cate Canning's older songs, but her latest releases are very promising and I'm looking forward to what she comes up with in the future! I first heard about Cate Canning from Maisie Peters' Cate's Brother and I definitely can tell that they artistically influence each other in their songwriting & storytelling!!

I feel you with the upcoming releases! I've been that I'm currently eagerly waiting for:

First Two Pages of Frankenstein by The National

My Soft Machine by Arlo Parks

I'm also looking forward to upcoming releases from Brynn Cartelli! I'm pleasantly surprised by Brynn Cartelli's discography - her music is quite narrative focused & memorable (I discovered her from a friend who's into Maisie Peters) so she's certainly worth checking out :D

P.S. omg yes!! Maisie Peters absolutely excels at storytelling and lyrics: in some sense this also reminds of Taylor Swift's songwriting - vivid narratives and memorable lyrics 💖 I hope that we'll get a Maisie Peters guest appearance for the UK dates for The Eras Tour!

did you see laufey's been working on her second album? i'm SO excited! i was hoping to snag her valentine RSD on record store day, but my store sold out before they even got remotely close to me! i feel like laufey's music was just made for vinyl. i really love above the chinese restaurant, dear soulmate, and of course, her rendition of i've never been in love before! according to my airbuds widget, i listened to scarlett eight times last week (which feels low for me)! it's definitely one of my favorites of hers — i also really love sleep tight, the walls are way too thin, and deep end. i've been listening to rock city lately too, which was part of the EarthPercent x Earth Day ’23 Compilation Album, and i've been really liking it too! i forgot that the national's new album is out so soon! time is not real! i'm really excited for the alcott, obviously, as well as this isn't helping. i need to listen to more of their stuff — maybe i'll listen to it while i work tomorrow (i'm in too many meetings today to properly listen to a new album)! speaking of things to listen to, i listened to some of brynn cartelli's stuff this morning, and enjoyed convertible in the rain & secondhand smoke! i think it's so lovely how you can tell which artists were influenced by others, and i think maisie & cate just have such a sweet friendship. i can't wait to see what cate puts out next! and yes — that would be so lovely!!! part of me was hoping that sabrina carpenter would open for taylor, but it seems less likely now given that she's doing her own europe tour this summer, so i'm keeping my fingers crossed for holly or maisie — or maybe bea will come back? i think that'd be fun too! i hope you've been having a good week so far!! so sorry for the delayed reply 🤍

[tasogarebridge]

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This is a brand-new pinned post.

Hiya~ I'm Piyo or Pyon, whichever you find cuter. I am in my early 20's and my pronouns are he/him, also she/her with my permission.

@dekupyon is my second account but I've decided to revive my main, which is this, to move here and use it full-time with proper tagging. The last time I've been active on fandom Tumblr was late 2015 as I've spent most of my fandom days on Twitter.

Twitter account is here, feel free to follow me there as well.

My current interests are J.R.R. Tolkien's legendarium and Tomarry + Harrymort from the Harry Potter series.

A wild combination, I know.

Came for Maglor, stayed for Russingon and Kidnap Fam as well as the occasional Maedhros + Elured & Elurin.

I also adore Padfoot & Prongslet, Regulus Black, and Barty Crouch Jr. but do not ask me for more. And if you truly must know, I'm a Slytherclaw.

I dabble in HP crossover fics as well and will read just about anything that is written well.

I call myself a writer but in actuality, I only fantasize about what I want to write in my head. I do have an AO3 account though. My fics are in desperate need to be watered with kudos and comments.

My asks are always open, as well as anon, but please do not abuse it and remember to always be kind. I am a chill person who digress and fail to be funny most of the time.

I'd like to end this post by gently reminding everyone that you have the power to curate your own online space and all you need to do is utilize that power instead of harassing/policing others.

If you want to know more about me, please check under the cut.

My other interests include the Persona game franchise, a cozy nook in the MCU, and MXTX's novels.

Persona

Currently playing Persona 5 Scramble: The Phantom Strikers.

There is no third semester in Persona 5. Which just means I have yet to finish P5R because I'm too lazy to play the vanilla segment all over again.

I played P3P (both MC and FeMC routes), P4G, and vanilla P5. My favorite and first game is P5 but I will cry over P3 at the drop of a hat. P4 is my least fave and no, I did not forget and will play SMT:P, P2:IS, and P2:EP soon.

My OTPs are Akeshu, Minaryo, and Kannao.

Marvel Cinematic Universe

#Team Iron Man, even though it has been more than 5 years since the movie was released and no one asked.

FrostIron is my OTP. My other favorite pairings are IronStrange and IronWinter.

Does Peter Parker or Harley Keener is Tony Stark's son?

Mo Xiang Tong Xiu

This is NOT a Jiang-clan friendly account.

I do not split HuaLian and WangXian. But I am flexible when it comes to BingQiu. Case in point, BinggeYuan and LiuShen. I ship MoShang and LiuJiu as well, and the occasional BingJiu.

It is always Wu Ming loving hours here and if I could put #HuaLian different first meeting content in my mouth, I would.

What do you mean there's no #transmigration reveal in post-canon BingQiu?

Yi City arc, best arc.

teeny tiny Q&A

What does your name mean?

Piyo (ピヨ) is the Japanese onomatopoeia of a chick while Pyon (ぴょん) is the Japanese sfx for hopping.

What does your username mean?

Village Bridge is my favorite location in Pokemon Black & White. The tasogare part is the reason why it’s my fave!

What are your previous usernames?

voidnico, s-assan, k-uroken, nsfwkuroo (which is my most recent).

What application do you use for editing?

Then, Adobe Photoshop CS6. Now, CC 2018.

[khaleesiofalicante]

Not exactly a quote but I think you would love it anyway: "A writer is just someone who forces what's living in their head to pay rent"

Do you think its ok to make me cry at 2 a.m with this??? 😭😭I told my family I had a headache and I wanted to go to sleep earlier, then I started reading this chapter and I didnt even think I would finish it bc I was actually sleepy...

And the last thing I knew was me crying at the end of this jdhdjdjdks

Dont worry, I didnt have classes today!! Yey!!

I kneel before one godness and that is Jia Penhallow 😌

"I’m here for you, Alec. Maybe not in all the ways you expect me. But I’m still here.” I mean it does feels great seeing him try..

And Alec is a fixer. He just needs to know what’s wrong so he can fix it. The parallel to this and Magnus saying he would hate if Alec thinks he needs to fix him... SCREAMING

The effortless love between them.💙💙💙

“Are you sure?” Magnus asks. “It worked on the senator’s son.” I mean... He is not wrong...

Jace is so in love kdhdkdjdodk

The florist be like: Something lgbt just happened to me...

I'm love my two in love dumbasses but the 'I’ll make it worth it. I promise' is just🥺🥺🥺

Because apparently, you can't just draw shapes and shit on their little faces. They want specific shit.  No shit Sherlock!!!

“You look like a butterfly.” She gasps at that. “Really?” “Really,” Alec grins. “You wanna fly?” NOT ME CRYING OVER THIS 😭😭 ITS SO ADORABLE BUT I ALSO FEEL SAD JDJDKDJK

“You are the opposite of manageable,” Shut up Alec, you love her!!!

Luca is so wise ngl. Also I love how, even tho it was really hard, Magnus did put his health first and knew that he wasn’t in the right headspace to get a baby. I will protect this man ok?!?

"The issue is not knowing where to draw the line. The issue is not understanding where they stop and where you begin.” THIS>>>

The reason of him wearing glasses😭😭

Clary 🤝 me.

Our love for wine :)

"We need to find a short lady! Like Aunt Clary." poor Clary putting up with all of their jokes jdhsjsj

“I like the name Brooke,” David smiles and then gasps dramatically. “What if she can’t pronounce the letter R and calls herself Book? We have a baby called Book!”

Max giggles at that. “You’re cute.”

David bops his nose. “You’re cuter.”

“You know,” Clary says. “If those two don’t get together when they are older, Jace might throw a fit.”

MY HEART CANT HANDLE THIS OK??? SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP😭

Clace rights only😎

I thought this was like when they were still kids but then the trip to South Africa was mentioned and I realized the were older and that the divorce is not so far away and I wanted to scream and-

"Do none of you know how genetics and reproduction work?” soryy Rafe, I skipped those classes... it wasn’t my fault!! they were boring!!

Mavid>>>>

“We tell them the truth,” Magnus replies. “And hope they understand. Otherwise, we have failed as parents.” EXACTLY THIS

I hate the damage control the have to do😭

They are not punishing them. They are mourning. Mourning someone who doesn’t exist. Mourning someone they never met. Am I crying? Yes. But I think we all did..

“Bapak is sorry." Holy shit this line was the one that hurted the most😭😭😭

All the videos he is watching are making me emo🥺🥺 the one with the water fight, THE ONE WITH MAX AND DAVID, THE TIKTOK CHALLENGE HOLY SHIT💙💙💙

We stan Elyaas. Just a friendly reminder

“Great,” Alec grins. “So, I thought I’d share some things with you that I find very sexy.”

“Magnus Bane!” someone yells.

“Magnus Lightwood-Bane,” Alec corrects with a wink. “And yes, my husband will always be on top of that list. But let’s talk about some other stuff.”

THIS MAN ISTG-

YES. WE NEED TO GIVE A FUCK!!!

Not him rewinding the video to Magnus Lightwood-Bane🥺🥺

Peter and Asmodeus are both pieces of shit!!!

It’s easier for him to love himself when he knows someone else is doing it too. I relate a little to much to this quote...

“Someone once told me the right man won’t care,” JEM AND TESSA, JEM AND TESSA, JEM-

The endless love they find within each other to give to their children. Why does this Timeline feels so nostalgic?? 🥺🥺

“There are parents who try to do better and there are parents who don’t. That’s it." Louder for everyone to hear!!!!

“Edom is my Alexander.” You really cant love more than this, huh??

“It wasn’t that bad,” she smiles. “I had a friend who came with me for moral support.”

“Ah,” Magnus says. “I hear he is dashing.”

“More like deranged,” she corrects.

Dont @ me but I love their dynamic ok?!?! Their friendship is kinda unique but it really is beautiful💙

Song rec: In The Stars by Benson Boone. Kinda tlnd Malec vibes but also lbaf malec vibes when Alec dies

Ilyy. Byeee💚

Lmao the song rec 😂😂😭😭😭😭😭 (literally)

Here is a tiktok for you. When Rafe finds out about mavid 🤭

[leogichidaa]

Hmm ok 🤔 so, I always read the books as Dumbledore forcing Sirius to stay. And he did really only bc well I mean- everyone listens to Dumbledore I guess.

In all my years of tumblring, I have never in my life done submissions, so forgive me if I'm fucking this up. Everything indented is submitted by anon and this is obviously me, your friendly neighborhood Leo.

So, this touches on one of the bones I have to pick with Dumbledore, and that is the way that he emotionally manipulates people. This is most clearly seen with Snape. After Lily dies, Snape comes to Dumbledore in agony, and Dumbledore's response is:

If you loved Lily Evans, if you truly loved her, then your way forward is clear.

And what is the way forward? Do everything Dumbledore tells him to. That really, really bothers me. I could happily go on a rant about this, and I will if someone prompts me to, but I'll try not to veer too wildly off course. We see the emotional manipulation to a lesser extent with Newt as well in FB2. And it's not really explicitly shown, but I think it's heavily implied that the dynamic between Dumbledore and Aberforth is rife with emotional manipulation.

Basically, I'm saying that Dumbledore starts with charming people into compliance, and if he can't do that he'll use other, shadier, means. But I don't think he has to do that with Sirius. And if Sirius listens to Dumbledore because he, like everyone else, places his faith in him, well...that's Sirius' choice.

And yeah, my gripe is really- he locked him in Grimmauld, of all places. I suspect Sirius thought he’d be able to get out from time to time, but not as much as he hoped and certainly not at all . There was certainty the risk that his animagus form would be spotted ( because Peter would have told the DEs by book 5). If Lucius hadn’t spotted Sirius in dog form, would Sirius be allowed to go out from time to time? Maybe. But I feel uncertain about blaming Sirius for that. The man can only exercise so much caution.

I suspect that's what Sirius thought as well. The man is not exactly known for his foresight. But again, he wasn't locked in anywhere. He was free to leave at any time. He decided to go to the train station with Harry, despite the fact that:

Oh, for heaven’s sake, Sirius, Dumbledore said no!

highlighting again that Dumbledore was not forcing him to stay. That was his choice. When he was spotted and Harry told him he had been clocked and not to risk it again he didn't. That, too, was his choice.

Now it’s not to say I don’t blame Sirius for his death. I think he does take some responsibility, just not all of it and not a majority. And it does have to do with Kreacher. I also don’t think that Sirius was even in the right mindset to remind himself of the fact that if Kreacher is let go, or leaves on his own, he’ll go and blab to the person he goes to, which is no one good (Narcissa).

Again, the majority of the blame here pretty clearly goes to Bellatrix, since she killed him. Sirius was very much aware of the risk of Kreacher leaving Grimmauld:

“We can’t set him free, he knows too much about the Order,” said Sirius curtly. “And anyway, the shock would kill him. You suggest to him that he leaves this house, see how he takes it"

Was he thinking when he told Kreacher to get out that this would mean Kreacher could leave? No. That was an oversight, a loophole that Kreacher found. The thing of it is, why was Kreacher looking for a loophole in the first place? Because Sirius was a raging dick to him. He literally picked him up and threw him??? His actual slave.

Sirius did have to hide in a house, just…not Grimmauld. I wish we knew about the type of stuff Orion put on the house because if that security included blood magic, then that’s a very real, ironic, and tragic reason to keep Sirius in Grimmauld: if his blood helped keep some of the more powerful wards up.

I think the blood magic requires sacrificing your life. And ok, so if we go with the hc that Orion and Regulus' deaths were connected, maybe Orion sacrificed himself to ensure that Voldemort wasn't able to kill another one of his sons. And maybe there was blood magic keeping Sirius safe at Grimmauld. And--OH FUCK. OH WAIT. Bellatrix killed Sirius, which she would be able to do even if Sirius was protected by blood magic from a blood sacrifice, because she is his blood. The reason Voldemort could touch Harry after GoF was because the ritual meant that Voldemort shared Harry's blood, the blood that protected him, and so he could kill Harry. Bellatrix shared Sirius' blood, so she could kill him. Fuck me. Fuck.

I think you backed me into a corner where I now very much want to accept the "Orion sacrificed himself for his family" hc and *gasp* like Orion. Tagging @mrs-stubby-boardman and @regulusarchieblack because I know they both have the Orion & Regulus' deaths were connected hc. Thoughts on this???

I feel Dumbledore should have taken into account that he was locking Sirius up in a place where he suffered emotional childhood trauma. Putting Sirius elsewhere would make him stir crazy, and stuck in his own head, but the influence of the surroundings of Grimmauld would be removed. I feel that would have made a positive difference in Sirius’s (admittedly low) mindset, because Grimmauld mentally was one step above dementors for Sirius. And that’s not saying much.

Don't want to sound like a broken record here, but he wasn't locking anyone anywhere. And Sirius chose Grimmauld. Well, in a meta sense, the narrative chose Grimmauld because without it we wouldn't meet Regulus, we wouldn't learn about the House of Black, and we wouldn't see the locket. It's tragic that he was confined there, truly it was. I have spent extensive periods of time in my childhood home and it was miserable. But I don't see how any of it was Dumbledore's doing.

While yes, Sirius is a grown man, he too also seemed to listen to Dumbledore in the same way that everyone else does. There was no one to advocate for Sirius to get out of Grimmauld and into another safe house. One would think Dumbledore would, for all he preached about love and tolerance and understanding but he didn’t. Maybe because he felt he had other things to attend to (like Voldemort).

One would think the task would fall to Remus, but I don’t think he did that because Remus felt he owed Dumbledore a great great deal (and yes he did ). Dumbledore was also sending Remus as a spy to werewolf covens so Remus was out of the house frequently (that’s the impression I got?)

Yeah, everyone listens to Dumbledore and that's lowkey very dumb of them, but Sirius of all people is not one to follow folks blindly. And even if he was...I am a broken record, that's his choice. And there was someone there to advocate for Sirius: Sirius. I don't know, we're probably just not going to see eye to eye on this at all, and that's totally fine, but that's my take.

[frankhightower]

Disney’s Wish

Today I have to write about the movie everyone loves to hate… but, in my view, it’s for all the wrong reasons. On the one hand, it’s movie made to coincide with the 100th anniversary, it “had” to come out on the 100th anniversary day which meant parts of it would be rushed, what did you expect? On the other, people keep echoing a single word: soulless. There’s a lot of little things in this movie that make me disagree. Now, sure, I can already hear the counterargument that an overworked inbetweener pouring their soul into an animation sweep does not compensate for the lack of effort from the higher-ups, but we’re getting ahead of ourselves.

Firstly, the only reason I was able to watch it was that someone finally put it up for pirating, so no yelling at me for giving Disney money to see it, I’m still too poor for that. Secondly, friendly reminder that when I watch movies, it’s as therapy. Did this movie fulfill that role? It’s debatable.

To start, no I do not find the “quirky Disney princess” to be a tired trope as literally every review I come across points out. I could see it working in some scenes. If anything, I’d argue our “princess” (whose name I can’t remember and that’s a problem other people are way more qualified to talk about) is not quirky enough, and that’s why it feels like it falls flat. Secondly, no, I did not catch the “her seven friends are the seven dwarves” reference. Not even with the blatant “I’m grumpy” line. So everyone pointing out the movie is too obvious and heavy-handed, I’m living proof it’s not.

I also had no problem with the multiple references. The movie is clearly trying to seed a “grand unified Pixar theory” for the Walt Disney canon. When the Disney Princesses line was created, one of the main rules was that no princess can ever acknowledge the existence of any other: if two or more princesses appear in the same image, they can’t look in each other’s direction nor interact with the others’ items in any way. I’m sure you just said “that’s stupid” aloud; because I did, too, when I first read it. If this realization has finally reached the Disney higher ups, I’m totally here for it and can’t wait to have The Great Mouse detective nervously negotiate a safe passage past Lady and the Tramp because his latest case involves Peter Pan since these are all set in about the same time period.

And yes, I liked the dancing chickens ...and the star

My problems

My problems with the movie actually start with the “I want” song. If you haven’t watched it, the song that plays during the trailer (“This Wish”) is that song, and is a bit of a unifying theme to the movie. Most people fault this song for “so you want …what exactly?” I found it strangely fitting that the protagonists wish is incredibly open-ended and vague; after all, it’s what our villain faults her grandfather with. Slight spoilers for the first 10 minutes but, the grandfather’s wish is to write a song so heartfelt, it inspires an entire generation. The villain says “inspires them to …what exactly? To create or to fight? It’s too vague!” So having vagueness run in the family works for the movie.

The problem is that this never affects the movie in any way. How fitting would it have been, for “This Wish” to have been the song the grandfather wrote? (Spoilers for the ending, but it is revealed that everyone in the town knows this song! If the grandfather wrote it, he had already succeeded! Everyone in his generation clearly taught it to their kids and them, in turn, to their kids! It would’ve been a beautiful message for the movie to say “you don’t need a billionaire to buy your idea off you for it to come true, nothing can take that drive away from you!”)

Then there’s the talking goat (he talks in the trailer, so this is not a spoiler). Yes, I know everyone complains about the goat, but the goat, too could’ve been a beautiful message. Expanding on Tangled’s “Well that's the good part, I guess. You get to go find a new dream.” Our protagonist clearly has more than one wish, and the goat being able to talk is explicitly stated to be one of them. Society tells us to focus on just one thing, which is something modern media is questioning (see the Kung Fu Panda series). So the villain asks you to give up a wish, your deepest driving desire. So what? You can have multiple deep driving desires. Even if we accept the premise that there are some wishes that can only be granted by essentially winning the lottery, you can still be, pun intended, fulfilled by chasing your other wishes.

My second big problem

Which brings me to the second big problem with the movie, and here’s where the more serious spoilers start: the protagonist’s magical ability. She clearly must have some, otherwise why would she have made it to the interview phase to be The Sorcerer’s Apprentice? Yet she goes from being an amateur to being able to create intelligent life with no effort on her part. We’re told it took the villain a lifetime to achieve that level of ability. This seems to be a very bad message to give, and as one YouTube commenter wrote, runs directly against the message of The Princess and the Frog (which I interpret as referring to “the star can only take you a part of the way”). Sure, the magic star refuses to outright grant her wish, making her work with the new ability, but it’s still a bit of an overkill ability to give her for nothing.

But my problems with this don’t end there. The villain feels the need to stop this new power …but doesn’t know what the power is. If he was upset at precisely what I’ve just described, the conflict would feel earned, and it could be a commentary between people who just “get it” (i.e. they’re “naturals” at a certain skill) versus people who have to struggle to consciously remember all the little quirks.

What we instead get are pieces that hint at “I made a law that made magic illegal. No one in my kingdom would break my laws because they love me so much. Therefore, the only logical conclusion is someone in this kingdom is a traitor!” I mean… no? You could be getting invaded, the move does state it’s an island in the Mediterranean. And is it the policy of this kingdom “people show magical ability, they get interviewed, rejected and then are expected to never practice magic again”? That’s just not human nature …or have all the magic users given up their wish to get good at magic to him? He does state no one ever wished to be his apprentice, so the problem is they wished to harness their magic without the villain watching over them? I have so many questions!

My third biggest problem: the Mediterranean

But I did mention the Mediterranean, and this is my third biggest problem with the movie: no “once upon a time in a small kingdom” Disney movie yet has chosen a real place to set that kingdom in. Even Frozen which is “obviously Scandinavian” hasn’t explicitly said they’re Scandinavian, just that it’s a kingdom that has “southern isles”, which could very well mean an alternate history Alaska, if we want to get creative with our interpretation.

…and then they go and put a raccoon in. Which are animals that are not native to the Mediterranean. Forget the bear which is not native to the Mediterranean but could have wandered there or escaped a roman circus – raccoons belong to the new world. For a movie that’s trying to be consistent about being the ur-prequel to all other Disney movies… why, just why?

(You thought I was going to complain about the weird character names, didn't you?)

Fourth problem: the wishes themselves

My fourth big problem is the fact that the villain keeps the wishes and I just have to ask… why? He doesn’t discover that wishes can augment his powers until later, so that clearly isn’t the reason. He doesn’t even like to look at them so an “obsessed collector” theory doesn’t work either. And, unlike Fantasy Island (70s TV show this movie is clearly ripping off), he gains no money from this and the people learn nothing.

There’s also no indication of him considering the problems taking people’s driving wishes can bring, such as making the citizen unproductive (though it’s suggested that, when he reviews them, he grants those that would keep the citizen from being productive, but we don’t see that, in fact the opposite!)

Several reviewers have suggested it’s because it keeps the population complacent, but again, what happens when someone has two deep driving wishes, and only the second-deepest is a problem? We don’t see any villainous hubris of that assumption (like we do in, say, Snow White with the evil queen repeatedly dismissing the power of true love). Has this simply not happened yet? Why isn’t this part of the message of the movie?

5th Problem: The queen

My fifth big problem with the movie is the villain’s wife. When the villain goes into full villain mode, she remains calm and collected and queen-like, and that’s fine. But when the villain is defeated …she just smiles. There is no sense of loss coming from her, ever, that the man she’s loved for her entire life… is so “far gone” in every sense… she’ll never feel his cheek against hers …ever. Forget realism, what kind of message does that send?! We hear from the protagonist’s mother “oh this is grief, I know grief” presumably referring to the death of the protagonist’s father …is there no grief from the queen?!? Is there only grief in this world for the loss of wishes?!?! If this was supposed to tease at her becoming the “evil queen” later… where are the other hints earlier in the movie?!?!?

Other problems

I mentioned the protagonist’s father, and a lot of people have complained that we never see this father. I guess my brain went “oh this is another ‘no Disney dad’ movie” and that’s fine. The mysterious missing Disney dad is practically a running gag by now. Modern movies have started adding them, but if you need proof it’s not really necessary, consider, again, The Princess and The Frog: for a long time, my only way to watch it was when it aired on TV, and I would always catch it late …but I never knew I was catching it late. The entire movie worked for me without the “little girl Tiana” scenes.

…But the villain clearly knew him, and he was clearly some kind of astronomer, and the protagonist clearly used the knowledge he taught her to pick out the right star to wish on …but we don’t see that! It would’ve been just a few more lines of dialogue, possibly something along the lines of “my father always told me to wish on the second star to the right, for it is always the first star you see tonight” would have sufficed, but we don’t get anything that comes close. And there are clearly some lines they only added because they were rushing production …Why was something like this overlooked?

Another thing people seem to have problems with is the fat boy’s wish to be a knight. This seemed to me to be a pretty realistic wish for the time, especially considering how old he was. And the fact that he had nothing else in life once this was taken away also to be pretty realistic: not everyone is creative or ambitious or has easily-transferrable skills.

I’ve also seen criticism on the fact that the protagonist’s grandfather is 100 years old, most of them assuming this means he’s been waiting for his wish to be granted since he turned 18. I, again, take no issue with this, because the kingdom is established in the opening narration to be a nation of immigrants. For all we know, the family arrived in the kingdom a year ago, possibly because the king needed an astronomer, and the fact that in the grandfather’s vision of his wish he looks as he does now, hints at the wish having been surrendered rather recently. (The alternative of the vision aging up as its owner ages à la Dorian Grey is a little uncomfortable and I don’t think Disney would go there.)

You’ll notice I didn’t number these last thee, and that’s because I consider them pretty minor.

So what’s left?

The movie, however, does have an important message, and it’s not “everybody has a wish” (though that’s a good message too). The problem is we only see it twice: It first crops up with the baker friend, who bakes beautiful cookies that look like portraits. Clearly, this wasn’t her wish, since you have to give up your wish in this world as part of the social contract, but the movie does not go into details here. We later find out her wish was to make beautiful dresses …and this is never really addressed again. Later, we see the protagonist ask everyone in the town to make a wish, and this is so powerful it helps defeat the villain.

The message, then, is that you can always make a new wish (this is distinct from my earlier “you can have multiple wishes to begin with” because the new wish here comes after you’ve lost your old one). Yes, you will feel grief when you lose your wish. You will feel empty. (And in fact, if you see someone that looks like that, this is probably why!) But you can make a new wish and become an excellent baker, because losing your wish does not make you lose your abilities, your personality. A wish drives you, but the wish isn’t you. And that makes you and all the other wish-makers more powerful than the billionaires.

Sounds beautiful, doesn’t it? Almost as beautiful as the messages I proposed earlier. But if that was the movie’s message, why do we only see it twice?!

[sunstvne0test]

ABOUT.    this is an indie oc multimuse primarily focusing on a handful of muses, including exclusive and test muses. selective and mutuals only. multi - everything. low to medium activity, often lurking via mobile and mostly around on weekends. this blog will handle various themes, such as relationships ( pure fluff, angst and drama ) crime driven plots or life with all its up and downs, as well as past decades. muses can be thrown into many fandoms and niches ; i don’t mind bending their stories and personalities to a certain point in order to fit them in. this blog is also a revamp of an old multimuse with influences from current and past muses ; you might have stumbled upon the one or other.

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[ddejavvu]

Okay this is an odd one but I can’t help but feel like Peter would be adorably jealous of… himself. Hear me out 😭 I’m thinking maybe the reader has a crush on Spider-Man and doesn’t know it’s Pete and he’s such a teasing little shit about it but also not so secretly jealous

“They saw that Spider-Man again,” May’s voice instantly had your attention in the sleepily quiet living room, your eyes widening imperceptibly as you tried appearing casual, “That guy’s getting himself in a lot of trouble.”

“I dunno,” You mused, Peter’s mouth shutting softly as you’d cut him off, “He’s keeping everyone safe. Even if it’s trouble it’s necessary trouble.”

“I just don’t envy the boy, that’s all.” May sent you a kind smile, scrolling through the article she’d seen about him, “He’d be a lot safer if he let someone else take care of it.”

“Who?” You peered over her shoulder at the article headline before she’d scrolled completely past it, Peter’s brows furrowing as you pressed on.

“Well, I suppose that’s what the police are for.” Peter tested your resilience, cautious glance thrown your way to see how you’d react.

“Yeah, but the police can’t do everything he can.” You urged, “I’ve never seen a police officer capable of sticking to buildings, and I don’t think they’ve managed to spout spiderwebs from their wrists either. They’re clearly helpful tools, Spider-Man hasn’t died yet.”

You ended your rant with a soft huff, settling back in your seat and busying yourself with your own phone. Peter’s frown only deepened at your persistence, knowing that it was him under the mask not helping in the slightest.

“You seem extra fond of this guy,” May smirked, her phone displaying a blurry picture of the masked superhero, “Any reason?”

Peter watched a soft blush rise to your cheeks, your mouth opening and closing rapidly as you figured out what to say, “I just think he’s… admirable.”

“Oh,” May chuckled, “Admirable? That’s one word for it. That’s cute,” She grinned, “Peter’s really into superheroes too. Or, he was, at least. You guys really are meant for each other.”

Your attention was suddenly brought back to Peter, his face brightening as you smiled sheepishly at him, “You too?”

“Well I can’t say I had a crush on Spider-Man,” Peter drawled, ignoring your indignant squeal at his word choice, “But yeah, I think heroes are pretty cool.”

“I don’t have a crush on him,” You gushed, “What if he’s, like, forty under the suit?!”

“Hey,” May’s attention snapped back to the two of you, “What’s wrong with being forty?”

“Nothing,” You spit, quick to remedy your mistake, “It’s just an age gap I’m not looking for.”

“Friendly little reminder here,” Peter cut in, tone teasing as he stretched an arm over the back of the couch, showcasing his newly toned muscles, “We don’t have an age gap.”

You felt a soft pang of guilt at Peter’s words, turning back to press a swift kiss to his cheek, “Sorry, Peter. Y’know I love you, yeah?”

“Of course,” He smiled lazily, leaning forwards to rest his forehead on yours, “I’m just teasing you, bug.”

[starbuckie]

𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠

pairing(s): college!peter parker x reader, dark!steve rogers x reader, dark!sam wilson x reader, dark!bucky barnes x reader

words: 8.1k words

warnings: DARK!FIC, SMUT 18+ (unprotected sex, foursome turned fivesome, gangbang, non-con/dub-con, daddy kink, oral M and F-receiving, spit kink, degredation kink, praise kink, creampie), age-gap (reader is in her early 20s), cheating, angst, there’s like zero fluff

summary: peter should’ve made it back to the tower for date night on time, or maybe just before he found his girlfriend being fucked by three other superheroes.

a/n: eee my first dark fic! im so so happy with the way this turned out, and even though it was a pain in my ass for nearly three months, im so hapy to share it with y’all. this idea was brought up by an anon from @mypoisonedvine’s saturday sleepover a few months back, but i switched up tony and sam bc i didn’t like the tony and peter stuff. hopefully my smut has improved from the first time i wrote it in january, and just a reminder that in no way, shape, or form do i condone rape of any kind. there’s a large difference from the page and the real world. i try to put all tw’s in the tags and warnings, but if there was something i missed please tell me. thank you to my lovely bestie @mermaidxatxheart for beta-reading(i have no fucking clue what i’d do without your help). feel free to leave a comment or two and reblog, but don’t repost anywhere or i will hunt down your ass. thank you again and please please enjoy <3

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Bucky wasn’t planning to fuck Y/N as soon as he saw her.

It started with a faint mention, something Tony had thrown around along the lines of, “Parker’s bringing his girl down here tomorrow, don’t be an asshole”. He didn’t give a damn what Tony said or how he acted around Peter’s girl. Years of being thrown between gruesome mind-wiping and being half-dead, asleep in a freezer would do that to a man.

So the next day when Peter brought his girlfriend in, he was scratching his ass like a fucking ape and downing a beer with a messy bun at the nape of his neck, until he actually saw her. Neat hair, even neater laces with a sweet smile but a body that could kill. Didn’t matter that she was bundled under Parker’s hoodie and a pair of jeans- he could always admire a pretty dame, but Bucky could see that she was beyond that. It was as if God had intentionally made the one being, the one ethereal creature beautiful and angelic enough to be a sin away from him, so that he couldn’t touch her. Because she was young, and in her twenties, and that shouldn’t have even been the first two things that popped up in his mind because she was also Peter’s girlfriend.

But then she had the audacity to stick her hand out, a shy grin and twinkle in her eyes as she gave her name. It sounded so pretty rolling off of her tongue, and he wondered what it would sound like while he groaned it into her cunt.

Y/N. 

So, yeah, maybe Bucky wasn’t planning to fuck her as soon as he met her, but it was pretty damn close after.

-

Steve Rogers was one of very few men who said they had the pleasure of banging nearly every woman on the north side of Manhattan. Bucky indulged in the fact that the man who had once been too shy to do so much as meet a gal’s gaze was now “a dollar whore”, but he was more than happy to keep that title if it meant he could continue to get off in the nearest woman’s mouth everyday. 

Every time he walked down the streets of New York with just a simple ball cap and jeans, he could feel stares on his back from what seemed like miles away, girls on every street corner just waiting for him to take her into the nearest public bathroom and fuck them dirty. CEOs, baristas, girls fresh out of getting master’s degrees with stars in their eyes and big dreams, until he shattered them by making them gag on his cock and scream his name into bedsheets. Or tile floors. He didn’t care as long as they were screaming. The girls of this century were just too delectable to turn down. He didn’t discriminate. His dick had been in women of every height, stature, hair color, and he had quite the variety throwing themselves at him as well.

And then Tony ruined it all and sat him down with a simple explanation that the image of Captain America was being tainted with disturbing stories of girls being fucked in the ass and thrown on their knees in dirty bathroom stalls. The blond was beyond pissed when the billionaire told him to stop dicking around, but he couldn’t do anything else if he wanted to keep his title and job. In a new century, even if he’d had a few years to adjust, he was still absolutely oblivious when it came to anything outside of aliens and sex. There was nothing left for him outside of being an Avenger, so reluctantly he agreed to keep his number of conquests to a minimum, and most definitely inside of the tower rather than out on the street.

However, inside of the tower seemed to be no problem at all when Peter brought his girlfriend over, all smiles and straight A’s, and that’s when Steve realized that he’d yet to fuck a bright, little college student. He could see himself stripping her from the innocence in her eyes, loosening up her pussy with his thick cock against the wall in his room.

Surely Tony couldn’t reprimand him for spending a little time trying to bond with Peter’s new girl, right?

-

Sam Wilson was a simple man. He had a job, a well-paid one at that, somewhere to live, a girlfriend, or a woman to keep him company, that’s for sure- but for once in his life he was seeking out something other than missions, something that would keep him busy when he was feeling bored, something like-

Pleasure, and he knew that he’d finally found what he was looking for the moment Peter brought his girlfriend through the elevator doors on the fifty-sixth level of the Avengers tower. She’d shaken his hand so daintily and spoke so politely that if he were to see her without any backstory, he’d think she was another innocent, dim-witted college student, breaking her bank account every Saturday morning and naively believing that her relationship would last longer than a few months. But by the things Parker had told him, she was much more than that.

Was it shitty of Peter to tell his teammates, the people he worked with, how Y/N was in bed? By the majority’s vote, probably, and by Sam’s strict conduct of his own morals, definitely, but when Peter’s girl looked like that and he was so incredibly bored with his routine? 

Well, fuck, Sam had never been happier that the Spider-kid had told everyone how his girl gave head.

Peter brought his girlfriend in daily after that, and every one of her visits, she grew less shy and more friendly, and the Falcon saw each of his friends gape at her growing comfortability with a wolfish demeanor. It started with the water incident with Steve in the kitchen, where he so clearly spilled water on her already thin, white camisole with intention. Sam couldn’t say he was upset though, after all Steve had offered him and the rest of the Avengers quite a show when he tried to clean up her shirt, taking his sweet, sweet time to fondle her tits as subtly as he could, his eyes staring at her pebbled nipples poking through the material. He could see Bucky hiding his boner under his cereal bowl on the couch that day. 

Then of course, he’d been no better than America’s sweetheart himself when he greeted Y/N with a hug that in hindsight, was a little too enthusiastic. His large hands squeezed into the pockets of her back pocket, and if the college student found anything weird with it, she didn’t say so, but Sam graciously palmed the round globes of her ass in his hands, feeling the muscle clench under his fingers. Oh, how he’d never hugged someone that tight ever before in his life. Maybe he would’ve gotten a bit further than squeezing her ass had it not been for his own girlfriend standing behind him, ready to introduce herself to Y/N.

Bucky, well, Sam could admit that Bucky had the most guts out of all of them. Though the super-soldier was normally well-reserved and polite, the dark glint in his eyes the day he met Y/N let him in on the secret that he had a much dirtier mind than most thought. It had been movie night that time, and he barely even tried to cover up how much he wanted the girl, his hands resting all over her as they watched Inception. Hardly a movie to get so riled up over, yet Bucky’s hand still inched its way up her thigh, his rough fingers gently carressing the flesh until they started to lightly trace the apex of her thighs. 

If she noticed anything then, she didn’t comment on it, doe-like eyes just marvelling at the screen in great intrigue. It was only when Peter’s arms wrapped around her a bit tighter did she scooch away from Bucky’s touch, with a small apology and shy grin. 

That only made his dick harder.

On the other side of Bucky, his super-soldier counterpart tapped his knee gently, forcing their blue eyes to meet each other. No words had to be said between the two, three men when they looked over to Sam, because they all recognized that look they saw in each other's eyes; predatory, dark, nearly voracious in the way they all wanted to be balls deep inside of Y/N.

And they would get there. No matter how long it took, they knew that the ultimate prize of tearing their prey apart would be more than worth the wait.

-

“Hey, babe, I’m gonna be a little late. Ned and I got stuck back in the lab, so we’re gonna need to stay until eight or nine. Can you make it to the tower by yourself alright?”

Peter’s concerned voice made Y/N smile gently as she trudged along the rainy streets of New York. He always loved to worry about her, especially when it was dark and gloomy out, but she could handle herself pretty okay. By pretty okay, of course meant she could kick ass like no other twenty-something year-old, but she wasn’t one to brag. Y/N readjusted the Kate Spade purse on her shoulder with her right hand, attempting to keep her umbrella over her head with the other. “I’ll be fine, Pete, just go finish up and get back to me. I’m gonna be waiting in your room at the tower before you go off on that mission this weekend.”

A small sigh came through the speaker, “Okay, I’ll try to get back to you soon. I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Pete.” 

“Oh,” she could hear the shy but no less mischievous smile that was taking over his face, “I left you a little present on the bed, make sure you open it before I get back.”

Y/N’s face heated at the implication. “Peter Parker, you dirty little-” He ended the call with a laugh, and she huffed out a small chuckle at his childish antics.

The walk to the Avengers tower would have been nice, had it not been for the downfall of rain, making everything mushy, socks being absolutely soaked through her sneakers by the time she arrived. The receptionist at the front desk, Jenny, if Y/N remembered correctly, stared at her a little oddly, probably not expecting to see the young college girl in such a state of disorder, but it didn’t affect her at all. She confidently strutted up to the elevator, pressing in the floor number where all the rooms were located. Y/N scrolled through her Twitter feed on her phone while classic rock blared through the elevator with the constant shuffling of people moving in and out. Seven minutes and thirty-two seconds later she was sprinting down the halls with soggy shoes and damp hair, her cold body screaming for warmth.

Peter’s room was the farthest down the hall, and the room was fairly empty. He rarely stayed at his room in the tower, preferring to stay with his Aunt May or keep Y/N company in Brooklyn. When she entered the room, she saw a plain white shirt and a pair of socks strewn upon the carpeted floor, but what really caught her eye was the red box wrapped in a pink bow on the bed. Deciding it would add more suspense if she opened it later, she quickly hopped in the shower, letting the hot water warm her freezing, rigid muscles under the spray. 

Peter didn’t have all the products she’d usually use before she knew they were going to have sex, so she had to make do with the half-used bar of Irish Spring and his small travel-sized bottles of shampoo and conditioner, promising the fresh, breezy smell of citrus and mint. It was a quick process; two squeezes of shampoo, shaving with the green soap as best as she could without cutting herself, one squeeze of conditioner. A fuzzy towel sat waiting for Y/N on the rack, with the Spiderman symbol as a prank gift from her to her lovely boyfriend, and without a second to let the heat leave her damp skin, she wrapped herself in it, quickly hopping out to the bedroom again.

The lingerie she set out on the bed was a deep set burgundy color, with lace decorating the delicate corset and the trim of the satin panties. The packaging really did not do it justice. Y/N grinned at the new set, one that she knew would happily be torn from her body later. A shiver ran through her as she let the cold air fall over her skin, carefully slipping the lingerie on. It was a damn shame, really; the set was quite nice, and she reminded herself to buy more of the nicely suiting color for their nights together. 

Click.

Y/N’s heart thumped with anticipation as she heard the door open and she took a quick moment to ready herself. Hair in perfect style, legs stretched along the length of the bed to make herself look as seductive as possible, a small smirk thrown on her pouty lips.

But in the darkened room, it wasn’t Peter’s shadow that appeared. Three men, three tall, bulkier men’s shadows appeared at the foot of the bed, and horror washed over her as she realized who they were. “Goddamn, dolly, I’ve imagined what you would’ve looked like under those sweaters, but this is much sweeter than I expected.”

The sinister face of Bucky Barnes came into her view, just a sliver of moonlight lighting up his pale skin. His eyes raked over Y/N’s uncovered skin, and goosebumps appeared as she tried to cover herself up under his predatory gaze.

“W-what are you doing here?” She whispered worriedly. Sam and Steve flanked the bed on either side of her, plastered sickly sweet smiles on their faces, providing her with a false sense of security that made her heart scream in fear. Though she wasn't making any noise, her lungs felt like they were going to give out, her throat closing up like an allergic reaction. 

Her head whipped every which way in robotic movement, her brain seeming to fail her as she scanned the room for an exit. Several moments of shortened breaths, cold air chilling her body, before she came out of her freezing shock to realization.

“Why are you here? Please, get out, just g-get out!”

A calloused hand pushed away Y/N’s left arm that covered her tits, and Steve groaned at the sight of her pebbled nipples. “God, baby, they’re as pretty as I thought they’d be. Been trying to feel them up all week, but you knew that, didn’t you?”

Saturday the week before at lunch when he’d spilled water over chest and tried to clean her up. Sam’s friendly hug that became a bit less friendly when his hands slipped into the back pockets of her jeans. The movie night on Monday when Bucky’s hand caressed her thigh a little too close to her core. All of their touches began to make more sense, and her eyes filled with tears at the realization. 

“Please,” she begged, tears blocking her vision, “I promise I won’t tell anyone, not even Pete, but please just go.”

“You just don’t get it, do you?” Steve asked. He grasped her chin roughly, his face close enough to hers so that she could feel his fiery breath on her lips. “We’re not leaving, sweetheart. You’re gonna let all three of us play with your pretty little body, and you’re gonna make the prettiest sounds for us, alright?”

Y/N shook her head violently, too afraid to make noise, but also bold enough to make one last attempt at freedom. The hand that held her chin quickly moved to slap her cheek, and she hated the way the sting made heat stir in her lower belly. She tried to shy away from their touch again, but Bucky’s face simply held the same smirk as he trailed his vibranium fingers up and down her leg. 

“Oh, come on, Y/N, don’t act all shy now. Peter has been telling us how good you’ve been to him and don’t think he hasn’t told us about your little childhood crush on little ol’ me. Been wanting to fuck you ever since.” Bucky’s hand quickly left her body, instead moving to palm over the bulge in his pants. “Fuck, sweetheart, got me real hard just thinking ‘bout your pussy swallowing my cock. Bet you’re gonna be a sweet, obedient girl for me, right?”

Fire started to course through Y/N’s veins, and with all the power she tried to dampen it down with, it seemed to push through her body that much more dangerously. She despised the fact that she could feel herself growing wet for the three older men, but God, she had never felt the need to be filled up as badly as she did in that moment.

“You’re a bit of a slut, don’t you think?” Sam mocked. He kneeled on her right, his eyes fixated on her panty-clad pussy, a wet patch already forming on the soft satin. It really didn’t help that three of her teen celebrity crushes were eyeing her nearly naked body like a piece of meat. “I mean, look at you, already growing wet and needy for three cocks. Is that what you want, honey? Parker not treating you good enough?”

She hesitated. Goosebumps rose across her skin at the sinister tone of his voice, like he already knew it was true. And it was true and she hated that Sam was right, but as amazing as Peter was a boyfriend, it was clear from the vibrator hiding in his apartment’s bathroom that he was not amazing in the sheets. Every time, she held hope that it would be better, that she would finally get to stop faking an orgasm before he rolled out of the bed with a filled up condom, but she knew deep down inside of her that it wasn’t happening anytime soon. Y/N forced herself to nod weakly at Sam’s questions, and Bucky chuckled. “Oh, you poor dolly, we’re gonna have so much fun with you. Treat you better than that little boy ever could.”

All it took was a whimper, a nearly audible, deadly silent whimper that managed to squeak its way past Y/N’s throat, and the three men took it as permission to ravage her body however they pleased.

Steve made quick work of his pants as Sam lifted her chin to kiss him, his tongue hot and heavy against her mouth, coaxing her lips open. The sound of belt buckles hitting the floor shamefully turned on Y/N even more. Panic coursed through her senses, her mind wanting to scream for them to stop, but her body knew her too well as she felt a wave of slick run down her thighs. Cold metal digits slipped under the waistband of her panties, moving to her wet folds, and she whimpered into Sam’s mouth at the touch. 

“You look so nice, baby, so pretty all laid out for us like this.” Bucky’s hands pulled down her panties as Steve pinched her peaked nipple through the lace, laying lavish, open-mouthed kisses down her torso. The cool air hit her pussy when Bucky’s hands pulled her legs wide open, fully exposed to the three men ready to use her against her will. “Knew you’d be so wet for us, sweetheart, just look at you. Dripping all for your daddies,” Steve murmured against her skin.

Hot breath fanned over her cunt before they rolled her over on her stomach, someone’s hands forcing her up onto her knees with her face smashed into the cotton pillows. She could feel two rough human hands pulling her ass cheeks apart, spreading her ever wider for their view. “Would you look at that, boys, look how fucking hot she is for us.”

Sam’s thick finger ran through her folds, the calloused pad of his finger just teasing her clit before landing a harsh smack to the inside of her thigh. Her moan was muffled through the mattress and she prayed they wouldn’t hear how being treated like whore made her wet like nothing else. 

Hot slick dripped down her thighs, a pool of it staining the pristine sheets by each knee. It was quite a sight, Steve, kneeled by the bed as his face hovered next to her ear, whispering filthy things into her ear as Bucky stroked his hard, leaking cock right next to him. Sam’s lips were making their way up the inside of her right thigh, cracked skin gliding across her sticky flesh. “Oh, baby,” he purred, “you smell so good. Bet you taste even better, don’t you, little girl?”

His tongue reached the apex of her thighs, finally licking a stipe up her center with no warning. Y/N sobbed into the comforter below her, mascara stained tears marking up her face. Two fingers edged their way between the bed and her face, forcing her head upwards and arching her back. Steve’s face was caught in a dirty smirk above hers, lip pulled taut between his teeth, until he saw the tears trailing down her face. “Oh, sweetheart, you look so desperate like this.” His fingers traced her smeared lip gloss around her lips, before opening her lips harshly. “Open up, you dumb baby.”

Y/N forced her jaw open wider, just enough to watch a string of Steve’s saliva drip into her mouth. The thick spit pooled on her tongue and she tried hard not to grimace in front of him, in hopes that he wouldn’t make her- 

“Swallow it, sweetheart.” He saw the hesitation in her eyes, how her lower lip trembled at his words, but he just laughed at her. “Now.”

The warm saliva slid down her tongue and more black tears ran down her face as she obliged his orders, finally gulping it and cringing at the taste. Steve loved the way her face screwed up in displeasure, how she still had the audacity to pretend she hated what they were doing though she was moaning and whimpering with Sam’s tongue attacking her entrance.

“What do you want, sweetheart? We might give it to you as long as you use your words.” Bucky taunted lightly.

Y/N stared up at the brunette, staring menacingly down at her with his cock in hand. “Please,” she whimpered.

The three found it woeful, the way she could barely get a full sentence out as Sam went to town with his skilled tongue, but even with that onslaught, a simple please wasn’t enough for them.

“Please what, honey,” Sam moaned from between her legs, “you gotta use your big words or we’ll never know what you want from us.”

Steve and Bucky nodded in fake-agreement even though they all knew exactly what she wanted and where. 

“I don’t-” her widened eyes glanced into Steve’s, blown-out and teary. “I don’t want anything, not from you.” She lied through her teeth harshly.

Sam removed his head from between her thighs and Y/N immediately whined at the loss of contact almost hilariously. “You don’t want anything, little girl?” 

The air felt static, every hair on her neck rising in the pressured silence. The angel and the devil clawed at her heart, each trying to show her what was right. And she wanted to sin, God knew that she would love nothing more than to let that little greedy part of her take over, but she’d already cheated on Peter and that damn good part of her conscience stole the wheels of her brain.

Slowly and shamefully, she shook her head, though the downright dirty monster inside of her wanted the men to ignore her words and keep assaulting her body. 

“That’s a shame, baby, I thought we were having fun.” Sam sighed. He met Bucky’s gaze on the side, and though they seemed to be in resignation with her wishes, their eyes twinkled devilishly. He positioned his body over Y/N’s kneeled over form, his bare chest glued to her sweating back as his hands ran up the sides of her ribcage and to her front, just barely grazing over her sensitive nipples. “You mean, you don’t want me to touch you here?”

He pinched the darkened buds and she had to use every ounce of self-restraint to not collapse at the sensation. His calloused hands moved back even further, tracing down to the stretch of skin just above her mound, swiping a finger across the skin delicately. “How about here? Or even,” he brought three fingers around her body, over her ass, and into her glistening cunt again, just rubbing along her entrance, not daring to go further in. Y/N couldn’t hold in her reaction to his prodding anymore, his teasing chipping away all of her dignity and pride in a few simple touches. 

“Yes, please, please, use your fingers,” she blurted against her will. Where shame should have washed over her, there was only lust, raging red and coursing through her body so forcefully that she felt braindead. “Put your fingers in me, daddy, please.”

The pet name rolled off of her tongue so easily and she was barely ashamed of how it made her feel. The name especially shocked the three men, who smiled even wider with their cocks harder than before at the little slip up. “That was all you had to say, dolly, gonna have your daddies make you feel real good,” Bucky laughed.

Sam finally plunged his thick fingers knuckle-deep into her cunt as Steve’s mouth captured hers, effectively swallowing her scream with ferocity. The long digits scissored and swirled inside of her, pressing against new unexplored areas that she’d never even gotten to with her own fingers. White dots danced along the front line of her vision as teeth clashed against hers and though it’d been mere minutes she already knew she was close and the men did as well.

“I can feel you clamping around my fingers, honey,” Sam taunted. His lips were moving sinfully around her ass, planting sloppy kisses and drooling all over her skin while he fingered her deep. “Are you gonna come soon, baby?”

“Yes, daddy, I’m so- fuck,” Y/N panted into Steve’s mouth, “m’ so c-close.” The blond bit her tongue hard enough for her to taste blood and she yelped as she heard Sam and Bucky laugh. 

“Watch your language, dolly,” Bucky sneered from the side of the bed. His hand was rapidly moving around his cock, corkscrew motions edging him towards the brink of pleasure. 

“Little girls like you don’t get to use big swear words,” Sam’s face was still buried between her legs, his soaked fingers pulling out of her cunt only to rub at her little pearl of nerves in circles. His tongue still lapped at her dripping entrance and he could feel her tight hole start to pulse as her breathing picked up. “Oh, baby, you’re getting close, aren’t you?”

Y/N was hesitant to answer at first, the sweat on her body seeming to cool immediately in fear of what would happen if she messed up. But after five seconds Steve stopped kissing her, gripping her chin and staring into her eyes deeply. He looked as debauched as she felt, with his rosy lips swollen with spit and cheeks tinged with pink. “Are you gonna answer daddy, sweetheart?”

That knocked her into shape real fast.

“Yes, daddy, I’m so close. P-please let me come,” she whimpered. The whine in her voice pleased the two men, and Steve went back to exploring her mouth before she felt something poking against her asshole.

“Gonna let daddy put his cock in you, little girl?” Sam asked gently. His words had panic coursing through her system, a chilling realization like water being poured on her head and she began to wiggle around, trying to free Sam’s hand from her hip. Her arms weakly pushed at Steve’s chest, trying to push him as far away as he could, but the men only laughed at her flailing limbs. Y/N wanted to scream no to them, and despite her contrasting love-hate relationship with Sam’s fingers inside her cunt she knew it was time to go. It was laughable how much she would continue to say that to herself for the rest of the night. 

But Sam managed to sense her panic, knowing exactly what the issue was before harshly spanking her and effectively stopping her struggle. “Don’t worry, baby, I won’t come inside of you. I’m not risking knocking up a whore with my kids, I’ve got more dignity than that.”

He led the leaking tip of his dick down her crack, rubbing it along her slick entrance before pushing in with a groan. “Oh my fucking God, that is so hot.” Bucky admonished from the side. “Gotta get in on that soon.”

Steve chuckled against Y/N’s lips, pulling away with a strand of saliva connecting them. He adjusted himself up so his dick was centimeters from her face, a knee propped up on the bed for balance. “Gotta wait your turn, Buck, we all want a piece of her.” He noticed the way Y/N’s eyes were transfixed on his cock, the red mushroom head smeared with precome along the slit, nearly purplish veins standing out prominently on his shaft. Yeah, he couldn’t even deny that he was big because he already knew how many girls had dropped down on their knees for him. “Go ahead, sweetheart, open up those pretty lips for me.”

Almost too excitedly, she dropped her jaw, allowing him to slide his cock into the silky warmth of her mouth. As his hips started to thrust into her mouth, Sam’s started to do the same into her cunt. Both men moaned in tandem with their movements as Y/N’s worries faded away to the back of her mind as they stuffed her to the brim.

“You can come now, baby,” Sam nearly ordered, “go and cream on daddy’s cock- fuck, I know you’ve been waiting.”

It was a harsh bump of his head against her G-spot that sent her over the edge, walls clamping down with ferocity and milking him for all she was worth. Y/N reeled in the sunlight infested warmth that coursed through her body as she finally let go, whining around Steve’s dick as he continued to abuse her throat with long, deep thrusts. 

Bucky was still holding his orgasm off, fondling with his tight, heavy sac while his dick remained a painfully hard mess, glistening with precome. “I’m so glad I got to see you come, dolly, look so fucking pretty when you do.”

She couldn’t deny the little skip of her heart at the praise, just a few simple words that made her feel like a good little girl. But no, God-fucking no, she wasn’t supposed to let them make her feel this way. Guilt washed away that warmth in her chest just as quickly, knowing that her boyfriend was just waiting to come back to see her, finishing up his studies so that they could live their lives out together after college while she was getting her pussy and mouth absolutely wrecked by his co-workers. 

As soon as Y/N got her brain thinking straight again, Sam started moving inside of her again and she garbled out a strangled cry. “If you thought we were done here, baby,” Sam laughed, “you’ve got a lot left ahead of you.”

“We’re not leaving until all of us have come, brat.” Steve’s palm gripped the back of her skull roughly, pushing her head so far down on his dick that her nose was squished against his abdomen. “Greedy little bitch.”

Both men started to thrust into her again, and just like that she was back to being absolutely lost in desire and lust like the bitch in heat she was until there was a sudden shift in the air. So much that the sweat on her body began to cool her skin, Sam’s hands still gripping her hips so tightly she knew they’d leave marks that she would have to hide when she wore her favorite low-cut shorts. 

Bucky’s eyes seemed to drift from her tits moving with each movement of her hips, checking behind the door as if there were something lurking there, but she was too afraid to see for herself. If she stopped she would get spanked, and they’d probably prolong her second orgasm even further, and her pussy couldn’t handle any more subtle teasing.  

“Hey there, Parker, why don’t come on out here?”

But that, that was what made the hairs on Y/N’s neck rose, dread filling her to the fullest as she realized the implications of Sam’s words.

Peter had seen everything. Peter, her boyfriend, had seen three of his co-workers, three men who she barely knew, fuck her deep into his mattress. Peter, her boyfriend, had watched her get fucked into his mattress, without trying to stop them whatsoever.

She couldn’t tell if it was the guilt of cheating on her boyfriend or the freezing realization that he hadn’t done anything to stop the three men that hurt more. 

Yet Peter still walked from behind the door, dressed in a NYU hoodie and a pair of khakis slung low on his hips, just drawing attention to the sizable bulge that stretched out his zipper. His umber eyes, normally full of so much joy and love, were possessed by the same lust and darkness as the three men, as much as he tried to hide it behind a shyer facade. 

His eyes were trained on the tightness of how Y/N’s pussy was gripping Sam, her lips glossed over with come and spit wrapped around Steve’s dick. The girl stopped in her movements, her eyes no longer full of tears for just being gagged, but as soon as her mouth came to a halt around the base of his cock, the blond slapped her across the face. A sharp crack echoed around the room and though she couldn’t see him, she heard Bucky’s feral growl of pleasure at the whorish treatment she was receiving. 

“Didn’t say you could fucking stop, sweetheart, keep working on daddy’s cock.” No more words needed to be said as Steve gripped her hair once more, forcing himself farther back into her throat to the point where she couldn’t breathe. Sam’s thrusts were quickening, closer and closer to release as the sounds of the girl struggling to breath made his balls tighten. 

“Fucking shit, baby, you feel yourself squeezing my dick? I bet you like teasing daddy like that, don’t you?” One of his hands were brought down on her ass in a quick smack that resonated with Bucky, who was staving off his orgasm for something much sweeter than his hand. She was moaning raucously around the dick stuffed in her mouth, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure up every nerve in Steve’s body as he came with the tip of his dick nearly being swallowed by Y/N’s throat. There was barely any time for her to fully down the thick come in her mouth before Sam was threatening to orgasm. “I’m gonna come so soon but you better fucking not, little girl, you hear me? Gotta let your daddy come before you, you ungrateful little bitch- oh.”

It was a really fucking close call, Sam’s dick pulling out of her with one quick movement before spilling pearly ropes of come onto Y/N’s spine. A high whine escaped her mouth, clit throbbing as she was so, so close to coming, and she was too far into her crazed pleasure to realize that she was letting three older men, men who fought to defend the universe from evil, use her as an over-glorified fleshlight. 

She couldn’t really blame them for calling her a cockdrunk whore. 

Bucky sauntered over to the bed, eyes trained on the pool of come centered around the base of her spine before flipping her over onto her back with his large hands and shoving three vibranium fingers back into her hole. She gasped and held onto his forearm as he continued to fingerfuck her to her second orgasm, eyes screwed shut in a delirious haze of contentment for being filled with at least something again. 

“Bucky, Bucky, Bucky, please-” Steve slapped her along the face, correcting her words immediately. “Daddy, daddy, please let me come.”

Bucky chuckled, tweaking one of her nipples with his flesh hand as he hovered over her face. “I don’t know, dolly, you’ve been a little naughty, callin’ me the wrong name, not listening to Stevie’s orders- don’t think you deserve to get what you want.”

A muffled whimper escaped her swollen lips, and he sighed in surrender. “Okay, dollface, go ahead and come on my fingers. Let me see how you wet ‘em up real good.”

Y/N’s hips bucked into his metal digits with finality, come leaking out of her cunt and soaking the sheets below her. Her sweat-glazed skin shone even against the darkening sky, and all Bucky could do was chuckle at how her chest rose quickly as she tried to catch her breath. He thought about teasing her clit again, just circling around the little bud of nerves to get a rise out of her, but he decided against it. Sam probably had better plans for her anyway. 

On the other hand, Y/N’s orgasm was starting to wear off as she noticed the hardened stare from the edge of the room. Her boyfriend.

“Peter, I…” Y/N made eye contact with him, suddenly noticing how mousy he looked in his own bedroom. 

“I nearly forgot you were here, Parker,” Sam smirked darkly. “Why don’t you come over here and fuck your little whore. I’m feeling a little generous today.”

Steve and Bucky nodded with the same infuriating smugness as Sam. The brunette boy opened his mouth to object to the degrading statement, but when he met his girlfriend’s eyes nothing needed to be said. There was no escaping this. Nothing he said mattered to the three older men, because really they had already gotten everything they wanted right in front of their disgusting, perverted eyes. 

He unbuckled his belt, letting the weight of it drop his khakis to the floor. Maybe if he’d known he would be forced into join a fivesome later that night he’d have picked any other boxers but the Ducktales one, but no one seemed to say a word about them, rather focusing on what they were failing to conceal. 

Peter’s cock had always been admirable to Y/N by its length and God, definitely its thickness. Curved upwards towards his abdomen with a vein running along the left side up to the bulbous head, it was definitely more than average. It was really just a shame he didn’t know how to use it well enough.

His shirt was pulled over his head just as quickly, and if Y/N knew any better she would say that he was excited to get to fuck her in front of the three men. He placed himself in between Y/N’s parted legs, standing in the same position as he had so many times before.

But when Y/N cried out in pain and pleasure as he slid into her, Peter knew that this time, it was different. This time three men, men that he used to trust with his life, stood on either side of him and his girlfriend and jerked their hands up and down their cocks as they watched her get fucked relentlessly. It wasn’t sweet, it wasn’t romantic, but he couldn’t really think when his thick cock was stuffed inside of her stimulated pussy, juices and come leaking out of her abused sex. 

“Go faster, Parker,” Steve instructed, his face contorted in pure pleasure. The pace of Peter’s thrusts sped up, and he threw Y/N’s ankles over his shoulders, hitting deeper inside of her, with the sound of her sobs only turning them all on more. “Oh, right there, shit, shit, shit-”

Steve came first, a low groan escaping his lips as streams of come landed on her tits, still bouncing with every movement of Peter’s hips. 

“Open up,” Sam gritted through his teeth, and Y/N obediently opened her mouth to let his bitter come coat the inside of her throat, some of it landing on her face and neck. The string of curses he let out made Peter thrust even faster into her, and he hated, absolutely despised the way it turned him on to see the three men use his girlfriend to their pleasure. But soon enough a hand pushed against his chest away from Y/N and he reluctantly pulled out.

“Move aside, kid,” Bucky instructed, “Wanna come inside of her.”

As he lined his gigantic cock up with her entrance, her eyes widened with fear. “No, please, I didn’t take my pills, I can’t- I won’t, please not inside-”

“Shut the fuck up, you slut.” Bucky’s fingers came to slap her clit harshly, and she cried out in pain. “You’re gonna be quiet and let me come wherever I damn want, right?”

He punctuated his last word as he thrust inside her, filling her up to the hilt with his girth. She was too drunk on the feeling of her cunt being filled up to argue again. It was painful, extremely so, even though two different cocks had been inside her overstimulated pussy already and Bucky stretched her out wide, his cock thicker with veins to hit every pleasure point. With her legs tossed around his tapered torso, he slid out until his very tip was left in her, then slammed back in with a small moan. The head of his cock relentlessly pounded into her cervix in a nearly soundless tempo and all Y/N could hear were her own gasps of pleasure, jaw-dropping moans that made drool slide back down her throat in her laid down position.

She turned her head to the side, and though her vision was bleary through the tears, she could see Sam and Steve watching Bucky fuck her while Peter, her boyfriend, her sweet, sweet boyfriend, was caught up fucking his hand to the sound of Bucky’s balls slapping against her ass. 

“Fuck, ‘m not gonna last much longer, dollface.” Bucky gasped. “You gonna come soon? You’re gonna come for daddy one more time. I think you’ve got a third one in you, you little fucking slut.”

“Shit, shit, daddy, please ‘m almost there,” Y/N wailed absentmindedly. A thumb came down to circle her clit quickly and she felt the coil in her stomach grow tighter and tighter, until she finally let out a high whine, finding her release as Bucky’s cock pulsed inside of her, ready to come just as easily as her. Her pussy clenched around his cock as she rode out her orgasm, fingers grasping at the sheets in order to find some sort of grounding. His come painted her walls white, and Bucky could’ve sworn there was no better feeling than feeling his blood warm in every vein as he finally let go. With stunted groans, his hips slowed its rhythm, lost in watching how his cock disappear into Y/N’s pussy, her slick juices coating his dick each time he pulled out. 

“Ah, fuck, dolly, you did so good for me. Pussy tight as a fuckin’ vice.” Bucky hugged her limp body close to his sweaty chest, letting his dick soften inside of her for a good few moments before pulling out. He tossed Y/N back onto the bed below him, barely even caring to clean the come dripping down her ribcage and out of her cunt before grabbing his boxers from the cabinet next to the bed. 

Steve was already buttoning his jeans up, checking the notifications on his phone before shoving it back into his pocket. The blond seemed to have better things to do so soon after, rushing his way to the door before pausing where Y/N laid to watch come drip out of her pussy. One more time he pushed Bucky’s come inside of her abused entrance, watching as it oozed out from behind his digits. “Look at you, fucking full of of his come. Such a goddamn whore,” he muttered under his breath.

Those were the last words he said to her before patting Bucky on the shoulder and leading him out of the opened door. 

Maybe Sam was a bit more kind, or affectionate at least. He was already dressed but visibly hard again beneath the thick denim of his pants, and he made sure Y/N knew it, taking her left hand and placing it over his dick. “You still got that effect on me, honey, even when you’re all fucked out like this.” He dragged his fingers through the thick ribbons of come that coated her chest, bringing them up to her mouth so she could taste. Even though she was more than exhausted, she wrapped her tongue around the two fingers that were pushed past her swollen lips, sucking them clean with a tired vengeance. Satisfied with her work, he kissed her chin one more time before leaving without so much as another word, slamming the door shut on his way out.

Click.

It ended exactly the way it started, the lock jostling into the doorknob just as easily as the high of Y/N’s final orgasm slipped away.

Stifling silence suffocated the room around them. Peter refused to meet her eyes, just as much as hers did his. She laid motionless on the bed with him standing at the foot, his dick soft and if she narrowed her bleary eyes just a bit, she could see how his knees were shaking. Neither of them were able to say anything, losing the ability to converse as soon as the three men left the room.

“Peter,” her voice was throaty after the rough fucking she took, “C-can you please get me a drink?”

The brown-haired boy looked down to meet her face, and she could finally see the reason that he had hid it from her. His eyes were red and bloodshot, snot running from his nose with tears running down his cheeks. She’d been so caught up in the after haze of the sex that she didn’t even notice how his bare chest was heaving so deeply, nearing hyperventalation. 

But still, he grabbed his boxers, pulling them over his weakened legs clumsily. “Y-yeah, what kind do you want, Mr. Stark has a ton-”

“I don’t care.” She cut him off firmly, a sharp tone in her voice as she rolled over on her side. Y/N tucked her knees to her chin, fingers running over the side of her neck which was marked with bruises and scratches. “I don’t fucking care.”

Without another word Peter slipped out of the room quietly, knowing better than to try to talk to her about what they had been forced to participate in. It wasn’t as if there was much to say anyways.

Rain pattered against the window. It was only six o’clock in the evening. Cars honked and beeped and Natasha’s Igor Stavinsky record played for its fiftieth round of the day, and to anyone else in the tower it was a normal night. Normal, just like the ones spent sitting on the couch with Bucky’s hand creeping up her leg or Sam’s hands groping her ass, but this time they’d made a move. 

The silence was far too much to handle, the unspoken truth of what she’d done with Bucky, Steve, Sam, and Peter finally hitting her, knocking the air out of her lungs as she suddenly struggled to breathe. Gripping her face, clawing at it like a goddamn wolf, Y/N began to cry. Silently at first, gradually growing into heartbroken sobs, she let her trodden pride carry her voice wherever it wanted to go. 

The men’s whispered words haunted her mere moments after they’d left the room, but most audibly she could hear a faint husk of a voice, Sam’s low moan in her ear looming in the dreadful silence of the room:

Thanks for sharing with us, baby.