#from your friendly neighborhood spider shop

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Hii. So I had this idea where it’s (e-1610) miles saving Reader from something and when he finally looks at her he immediately becomes attracted towards her (like love a first sight thing) and gets all shy and cute

love at first sight ft. miles morales

♡ pairings & aus: miles morales x fem!black!reader, college au, cafe au. ♡ summary: after getting hit on after walking home from work, your friendly neighborhood spiderman is here to save you-- and he‘s stunned when he sees you. ♡ warnings: none jus fluff! ♡ a/n: this is so extremely self indulgent because i wear glasses and i was just visualizing this the whole time LOLLL ♡ got a request? | masterlist ♡

YOUR SAGE-TINTED FINGERNAILS PINCH around the soft material of your apron, a broken sigh tumbling off of your reddened lips as you placed it on the coat rack in the back of your workplace. Another huff leaves you, this time of relief, eyes darting to the clock that resides on the wall. It reads, it digital numerals, '10:22.'

You should've closed twenty minutes ago, but of course, some of your avid regulars insisted that they needed a coffee or slide of banana bread right as you had grabbed the broom from the back, ready to shut the cafe down. But you couldn't complain because you were at least happy that you had the next couple of days off, so you let your worries roll off of your t-shirt clad shoulders, grabbing your purse and keys from your work cubbie and switching off the lights.

Keys jingling as you step outside, you stick a golden one into the hole that's below the door's handle, locking it and beginning your walk down the street.

A shiver courses through your veins, your body not quite adjusted to the sweet, yet wintry cold that summoned goosebumps on your bare forearms. You hugged yourself and tucked the sides of your coat in, throwing your Coach bag over your shoulders as the pretty lights of Brooklyn advocated for your lack of vision.

The cafe that you worked at was the only place you could earn money and also enjoy. Your boss was one the upperclassmen that you knew from your university, which really helped because she always gave you days off and flexible work hours. All your co-workers were just close friends or classmates-- plus, you loved to bake, so it really was a genuine place of interest.

You're humming one of your favorite songs down the block when you reach a strip of shops. There's a pub nearby and you always hold your breath when you pass it-- because it's not so much a bar, but more of a place where teenagers hang out and smoke or drink ill-tasting beer. Usually you're safe passing through, but that wasn't necessarily the case tonight.

A boy that you recognize from your university stumbles out of the place, eyes reddened and droopy as he stopped you in your tracks. He smirked at you, "Why're you walkin' all by yourself? Need some company?"

Pushing a curl back behind your ear, he beams a smile at you, one that makes your stomach feel uneasy as you slowly moved his hand back down to his side.

"No, Aaron, I don't. I...have a boyfriend." You lied through your teeth. You definitely didn't, but you needed a valid excuse as to why you didn't want this creep taking you home.

"I think you do need some company, though, pretty thing." He insists, pushing himself closer to you, a laugh sounding from his throat. "I don't see your boyfriend. What kind of man would leave his girl alone at night, walking down the streets of New York?" His hands find home on your waist and you let out a squeal, "Stop!"

Although it's no use. He continues, trying to learn into your lips as you fight his tight embrace. But he's stronger, and you genuinely think that you're a goner until a tall figure in a-

Spider-Man?

He comes literally out of nowhere, standing in front of Aaron as he grabbed both of his arms, removing his grip on you. The masked vigilante twists his hands behind his back and he screams, biting his lip, "This your pathetic boyfriend, huh? Some idiot playing around in a mask?"

Spider-Man says nothing to that, except he just shoots a web at Aaron's hands, pinning them behind his back. He then flips him around and webs his mouth, moving closer to him. He whispers against his skin, "Shut up."

Aaron's eventually pinned to the brickwork of the pub's walls, when Spider-Man finally turns to look at you. You're smiling, even though anxiety is still pumping through your blood, "Thank you, Spider...Spider-man?"

He just stares at you.

You're so pretty, curls tucked back in a ponytail with some loose ones hanging against your dark glasses frames. You're clad in a leather jacket and a pair of ankle-high boots, a pretty skirt resting on your thighs. The moonlight glows against your brown skin, and he finds his mouth dry because it's wide open.

You cock an eyebrow at him, "Spider-Man? Are you okay?"

And although he longs to say something, to get the words out, he can't help but give you one last glance as he finds himself webbing to a wall, swinging away without saying a word.

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A Purr-fect Distraction

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Pairing: Pavitr Prabhakar x black cat!Fem!Reader Summary: Pavitr aka Spider-Man is swinging through the dark streets of Mumbattan with his ✨amazing hair✨ when a thief in a catsuit catches his eye. Tags: Attempted Theft, Horrible cat puns, distraction, pav being cutesy, complimenting his hair is pavitr's weakness XD

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🎶🎵Do you wanna play a game, Do you Gotta catch me if you can, Catch me if you can You can try, Maybe wanna stay Catch me if you can I'm a runaway🎶🎵 'Catch Me If You Can' by Alan Walker

Pavitr Prabhakar, aka the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, swings through the crowded streets of the never sleeping city, Mumbattan. The chilly midnight wind flows through his hair, curled locks moving like waves under the silver moonlight. 

He catches his reflection on a glass tower and takes a detour, leaning closer to inspect his beauty. "Hey, stud muffin!" he praises himself, making finger guns to his reflection. Pavitr runs his gloved fingers through his locks, revelling in being the proud owner of such amazing hair. 

It was at such a moment that he catches movement in one of the closed shops down the lane. A woman in a black catsuit and long white hair is moving the display glass, obviously trying to break in. 

"Halt, theif!" 

Pavitr at once springs into action, yelling as he swings over to the shop in less than a second and webs up her hands together.

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"Halloween come soon for you, miss?"

You startle at his voice, raising your arms when you realise they're stuck together by some sticky fluid. It is only then that Pavitr gets to see you clearly -well, except for the mask framing your eyes that hold him captive. 

Neither of you speak for a while, Spider-Man entranced and you confused. It was kinda insulting: a kid in a Diwali dress making you stand like an idiot in the middle of the road. 

"Wow, who are you!", he sighs dreamily and only seems to remember himself when you raise a brow. He clears his throat. "I meant, who're you?" 

"Don't know me? I'm the infamous Black Cat. I do petty crimes like theft, picking pockets and occasionally kneeing assholes in the crotch. Want a demo?" 

You throw your leg up to kick him but he's quick to grab it in a tight hold. 

"Curious profession", he says, words thick with sarcasm. 

"Nah, just a passion", you shrug, ripping off the webs easily and wiggle out your leg from his grip, swiftly climbing up the wall like a feline. 

"Hey, hey, I never said you could leave, kitty!" He tries to get you to stop by webbing you up once more, but you evade his shots easily. 

You smirk. "Amazing hair, by the way!" 

"Thanks", he blushes under the mask, rubbing his neck and you use the distraction to get away, "nothing much, just coconut oil, prayer, some gene- hey!" 

You lose him, but sadly not for long as he stands right next to you when you reach the top of the building. Dang it. You try you weasel your way out but he's blocking your path. 

"C'mon", he says, keeping a friendly warm hand on your shoulder, "I can see you have powers; use them to fight crime, be a hero." 

You smirk and tilt your head in amusement, "You say this to all your villains, Rangoli-face?" 

"FYI, I'm Spider-man. And you're not a villain, just a pretty theif." 

"I'll be no less pretty when I kick your ass."

Quick as a flash, you pounce on him with your claws but he dodges you. Thanks to spidey sense, Pavitr misses all of your swift hits, blocking your punches and throws. You're quick, but he's quicker. You jump high in the air aiming a kick to his face, but spidey spins his toy, tying you up to a pole easily. 

You struggle against the thick web solution. What the heck was this thing made of!? 

"Let. Me. Go! Unless you rather I scratch your face off, Mr. Gorgeous." 

It doesn't seem to have the desired effect, making you frown. He raises a brow, taking his spin-toy and begins to play with his webs. Is this dude for real?!

When it feels like he'll just stand there and watch, you sigh in exasperation. "Bro, why do you insist I change? I hardly know you." 

"Doesn't matter. Think about it, you could help me patrol the city; one more hand to prevent crime. I'm paw-sitive you'll make the purr-fect paw-tner", he chuckles at his own pun. 

The thought is amusing but you aren't in the mood. You are, after all, supposed to distract him from the real heist -which you've obviously succeeded. Your partners would be done by now. Maybe you'll take him up on his offer after you've split the fortune. 

You quit struggling and send him a sweet smile. "Hmm.. can't say I'm not tempted. Can you release me now, please?" 

Spider-Man sighs as he takes out a tiny blade and cuts through the web. You stumble out, feeling the blood rush to your leg as it wakes up after. Ow, that's horrible feeling. 

"So, is that a yes?", he asks, eyes big through the colourful mask. Aww, he looks like one of the Golu dolls up close! 

He freezes in place when you suprise him with a kiss to his cheek, the pleasant shock throwing off his spidey-sense. You kick him down while he's still dazed and get on the balcony, about to make your inevitable escape when he realises he's been tricked. 

You smirk, throwing him one last glance behind your shoulder. "Only if you catch me!" 

With that you jump off the building and disappear into the night, Pavitr finding no trace of you even though he follows right after. 

He smiles to himself, standing atop the highest tower of Mumbattan as he looks over the lively lit city.

"Oh, I will, kitty cat."

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The Strings Of Webs (and the ones you’ve woven)

Miguel O’Hara x reader

Chapter 1: The Beginning Of Something New (and something unknown)

Words: 3.7k

Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, angst, hurt/comfort.

Summary: So—just imagine, one day you’re sitting in your home, enjoying your day off of the usual stressful work you had, only for a mysterious asshole to appear and snatch you away from your home, your safe space. 

Not only that, but he decided to put you in his sick version of a jail and start demeaning your entire existence in front of other strangers that, for some reason, are replicas of each other. Something something Spider-men and the Spider Society, the entire safety and security of the multiverse on your hands, and that you were the cause of everyone’s downfall.

 Yeah, that’s your life now.

Part I Part II 

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“—be wary of glitches around you, contact your local hospital immediately if you or your family encounter symptoms or signs of glitching—“

“—whoever decided we should allow kids to have free lunches in school doesn’t realize that the school needs to be fed too! This is why—“

“—and I said, boom! Spider-man, I caught you red-handed!”

“Spider-man spotted running around the city terrorizing civilians with whipped cream, but witnesses said it was a hoax by some random troll—“

“—on tonight’s news of Daily Bugle, Spider-man has been found dead—“

You halted.

The notion of mindlessly clicking next on the different channels paused when you heard the key words, ‘Spider-man’ and ‘found dead’.

To say you were shocked was an understatement of the century, Spider-man out of all the people in the entire universe was declared deceased should not simply gloss over everyone’s mind.

Your jaw hung open, the words still dancing in your mind like lovers on a weekend honeymoon trip, holding onto each other yet under the surface, something else was brewing.

Fuck.

You wanted to seek out Spider-man, so how are you supposed to, now, if he is dead?

You gritted your teeth out of pure frustration, you had hoped you’d catch him in his act of swinging around your part of the city, just being the friendly neighborhood Spider-man as he always usually does.

You are desperate for an answer to a question, nervously biting down on the skin around your nail as you stood up and paced around your living room for a solution.

Bring him back from the dead? No.

Frankenstein him and pray he would have a sliver of his memory left? No.

Pray? No, God never answers, anyway.

You scratched the itchy spot where the spider bit you earlier, pondering over the chances of you being able to summon his spirit through a summoning ritual in the book called ‘Satanism for beginners: dummies edition’ you found at a random thrift shop earlier.

You weren’t in a rush per se, but then again, Spider-man not being alive meant you would never be able to satiate your raging curiosity.

You shrugged, and mourned for Spider-man in your special little way: making yourself a bomb ass dinner and popping a brand new champagne bottle in his honor, as a salute to his service and him as a whole.

After all, Spider-man would’ve wanted this. You doubt he would want people to gather around and shed tears on his grave rather than share happy encounters together with each other in his memories.

You were only assuming, but he did seem like a sweet kid from the handful of run-ins you had with him.

Letting out a deep sigh, you let your feet carry you to your kitchen, rummaging through the fridge in search of the barely expired package of steak shoved into the far back. You inspected the meat sitting inside the packaging, noting how it was starting to turn a grey-greenish hue. You debated on even cooking it and risking your health, but your stomach grumbled the moment you did and you decided against the better of it and made the meal anyway.

You let the well-seasoned steak sit in the pan with melted butter and rosemary, casually basking it in melted butter once in a while with a spoon with the garlic clove sitting on the side, your other hand holding a glass of champagne from the bottle you popped, taking leisure sips in-between your cooking.

Despite its flaws, the smell of the steak was heavenly.

You give yourself a pat on the back and proceed to nicely decorate your plate with the cut-up steak, bringing it to the living room along with the bottle of champagne for more of it later.

“—Spider-man’s identity has been revealed upon his death—“

On the screen, it showed a picture of a promising, rather young looking man, with messy blonde streaks of hair adorning his face and a nice smile with a glint of joy in his eyes.

He looked like he could’ve been anyone’s kid, and that thought saddened you. You decided to switch to Netflix and brought the blanket over your lap as you leisurely browse the catalogue for what seemed like eternity, your steak slowly going cold.

“Holy fuck, nothing at all.”

You settled for watching a 4-hour video essay on YouTube instead, slowly munching your steak away and huddled up in your comfy blanket.

As if the universe had it out for you, a bright orange glow suddenly took over your tiny apartment space in mere seconds, you snapped your head toward the source and immediately shot an arm up to cover your eyes, the lights were borderline blinding. You tried to sneak glances toward what could’ve caused the commotion, and your heart almost popped out of your chest at the sight of a random portal-looking hole in the middle of your apartment.

And out came the hole was possibly one of the biggest men you’ve seen, standing at a staggering 6 '8 stature you would think he had been an otherworldly entity. You could’ve sworn you saw him tore through the fabric of space and time with what seemed to be blades built into his elbow.

And his suit…

He looked like a Spider-man, with the obvious spider symbol embedded into the front of his skin-tight suit. He was a tall wall of pure muscles, looking nothing like the Spider-man your city has grown to know and love, but how could he be Spider-man—

—if Spider-man is dead?  

You looked into his gaze, a fit of pure rage, disdain and disgust could be felt from where you assumed would be his eyes. After all, they say eyes are the windows to one’s soul. His gaze held onto yours as he slowly approached where you sat, you felt a shiver down your spine that spoke to your soul. And it wasn’t as though he had a face to gauge his emotions by—his posture and the big, intimidating steps he took said it all.

This was terrifying, he was terrifying.

Your breath hitched once he got close enough to see the hair standing at the back of your neck like a frightened cat.

Was it hot in here, or was it just you? Or maybe him?

You had no clue, but you could feel yourself starting to sweat as though you had just run a marathon, and your senses were on high alert with how close the man was to you, your flight or fight alarm blaring like a thousand horns in your head.

He was not good news.

But you couldn’t move.

You felt yourself frozen up, and you wish you had been better at responding because you could’ve, and are probably about to be murdered. You took a gulp of breath, suddenly the feeling of your saliva going down your throat felt more vivid than ever in the small confined space of you and him.

You could see the way he scrunched up his nose with the moving wrinkles of his mask, pulling back from staring you down.

He diverted his attention to the watch on his wrist, fiddling with it before a hologram appeared in mid-air like some sort of Sci-Fi freak show, and a small lady appeared on the screen.

“What is it you want now, Miguel?” She groaned, seemingly annoyed at his advance of calling her out to do whatever he wanted at the time.

“Don’t give me that attitude, Lyla, pull out the files from yesterday,” he wasted no time biting back at her, almost as though he would start a fight with her right then and there if he wanted to.

From where you sat, with your legs tightly close to your chest and your blanket now on the floor, you still held dear to the plate of steak you were enjoying half a minute ago before everything conspired, your grip like a super-glue on the fork you held. You noted the rather adorable appearance of the girl, Lyla, was it?

She had a full body fur coat on with what you were certain was a pair of large, heart shaped glasses sitting on her tiny nose bridge.

“Nuh-uh,” she quipped, staring at her nails like she was bored of what Miguel had to say.

“Lyla.”

“Nope.”

“I swear to God—“

“Good luck with that, Miguel.”

You found it comical how they went back and forth with each other, you couldn’t tell if Miguel was joining in on the fun or he had been genuinely annoyed—and for all you know (and for what you couldn’t) he seemed to lean in on the latter. To be fair, he didn’t strike you as the type to bring fun into the party with what he had shown so far.

“Lyla, could you please show me the files from yesterday,” he paused for a few seconds, as if the next words out of his mouth hurt him physically to say out loud, “with a cherry on top.”

Lyla seemed satisfied with that, you could hear her giggle. “Already on it,” and swiped her hand across the air as multiple screens appeared, some with more content than the others, but amongst all the mumbo-jumbo of information you saw one thing that struck curiosity further into you—

—it was a profile of your face, and from what you saw, you looked absolutely amazing in the picture.

You let out a sigh of relief, at least they had the decency to pick a nice picture of you.

At least when you die, you’ll die looking pretty.

Miguel snapped his head to you when he heard your sigh, the pretend-eyes on his mask narrowed to a dangerous slit.

“Don’t think you’re getting away with this, criminal.”

You don’t know what you were supposed to feel with the way he bit his words at you, hissing, almost. But you felt quite offended—and you had a backbone unlike anyone else that would’ve been in your situation.

“You—you did not just threaten me,” You fought his gaze with the determination and anger in yours, and for a flash of a second, you saw the way his eyes widened—almost as though he was surprised you would rebut him. “You come into my home, ruin my nice dinner, and now you act like I just annihilated your entire family!”

You had placed your dinner and glass of champagne onto the IKEA coffee table in front of you, choosing to cross your arms over your chest as you scoffed in his direction, staring him down (or up?) like a disappointed parent at a teacher-parent meeting conference.

His lips pulled back in a snarl, and if he hadn’t had any ounce of self-restraint; he would’ve been pouncing on you with force you never even knew were possible. But to him, you only sound like a child whining about not getting their favorite toy—which greatly amused him, considering what you have done.

“Funny coming from someone who terrorized multiple dimensions,” he scoffed, inching his face closer to yours by towering his massive figure over you, an act of intimidation meant to catch you off-guard and make you fear him.

But what he didn't know was that you worked at Starbucks—so nothing, and you mean nothing could scare you like the ladies did when they’re on their fifth run of Starbucks of the day, irritated from their job and demanding custom drinks that made you cry on your lunch break. You merely glanced at him, your face stoic and devoid of any signs of fear.

“Listen here, big guy,” you jabbed a finger at his chest, caught off guard by how unexpectedly soft the fabric of his suit was—you could vividly feel the tensed muscles beneath them. “You don’t get to strut into my home via some strange portal and tell me what I did wrong, and for your information, you sound like a massive idiot going on about your ‘multidimensional threat’ bullcrap.”

By the end of your rant, he had already concluded that you were going to be a pain in his ass; and for that, he reached his arm out to grab the wrist you pointed at him with, squeezing it, serving as a silent threat.

The kind that wouldn’t end well if you don’t listen.

And to his dismay, you showed no signs of discomfort, only an increased amount of annoyance he could spot in your eyes as you tried to snatch your wrist away from his steel grip but ultimately failed.

“Listen here, cariño,” he said, sarcasm dripping off of him like honey. “You don’t get to dictate who’s in control after all that you’ve done,” his hold on your wrist now tightened tenfold, and he relished in the discomfort he could see when your face contorted, hearing your hiss of pain.

“Dickhead,” you grumbled underneath your breath, the frustration, annoyance and anger boiling in the pit of your stomach at the sight of him—you held back your tongue from hurling more insults his way. And to your dismay, he caught what slipped between your lips, his face getting closer than ever and you could feel the fan of his breath on the tip of your nose.

“Wanna repeat that?”

“I said—“ you prepared yourself for an attack, a foot to his abdomen would do it, just one quick move and he would be out of your hair as you flee from the perpetrator. “Fucking,” …anytime now—

—“Dickhead!”

In an instant, your foot connected with his abdomen, and you kicked. The next few seconds were a blur—his eyes widening at the feeling of your foot on his torso and the actual impact it had. You were frightened at the way he was pushed off of you and into the wall behind him, the strength of your kick causing the wall to give in from the sudden pressure. You could’ve sworn you saw the massive dent in the walls when he slid down—but you wasted zero milliseconds pondering any thoughts you may have.

As he slowly gathered his senses, you were already out of the apartment, bolting.

The adrenaline started to kick in as you practically ran for your life like you’ve never had before—that was because you didn’t have to until now.

You didn’t have to turn around to hear how Miguel had busted through your apartment window, the way the ground shook (or was it just you?) as you felt the weight of his limbs and how they carried him fast.

He was approaching.

And God, for once in your life did you wish you dead.

You would figure out how to explain to your landlord about the broken window and crumbled walls later—for now, survive.

But somehow, you outran him—choosing to swerve your way past the innocent bystanders in a zigzag manner as you yelled ‘sorry’ and ‘forgive me’, if you had learn anything from watching animal documentaries, it was to escape predators by confusing it thus your zigzag marathon.

You were frantically praying to something out there that your strategy was working, because if you paid attention, you would feel the way he was borderline breathing down your neck, toying with you. Your heartbeat thumped in your ears, edging the thin thread of going deaf with how loud it was.

The people you rushed past all collectively gasped and ogled, some even cheered, and you could just tell he was on your tail.

That’s no good.

Your eyes noted the sight of an entry to an alleyway, it was your only chance to survive his borderline murderous attempt at capturing you as you skillfully took a swift turn into the alleyway, your back immediately met the wall as you tried to calm your haggard breaths—you did not want to be spotted by him.

A flash of blue and red rushed past the corridor where you hid, and after a few seconds of no signs of activity of him being near you—you let out a small sigh, one that you had been holding on to dear life.

If you had known any better, you would’ve spotted the sight of his feet above you at the top of the building, crouched as he watched your every move—the way your body suggested your relaxed state and how you strut deeper into the alleyway; big mistake, in his humble opinion.

With the thought in mind that you had effectively avoided Miguel, you slowly caught your breath, your chest heaving as you wiped away the huge amount of sweat that gathered on your forehead. You started chuckling, in your adrenaline high, you weren’t able to hear the way Miguel stealthily fell on a balcony closer to you, how he dropped behind you without as much as a ‘thud’ coming from his soft landing.

To you, you just had the chase of your life—and to your utter surprise, you managed to swerve off a man of a stature and agility like his; it was enough to warren yourself a pat on the back as you felt a smile tug at your lips.

“Having fun?”

Shit. Shit. Double shit.

You were a goner.

Your senses were off the charts now, tingling like a spider crawling all over the back of your neck, sending a shockwave of shivers down your spine. You could smell him, that or your senses were starting to betray you. For a flash of a second what felt like claws tugged at your ankle, causing you to tumble over onto your stomach as you let out a loud yelp in pain.

He had caught up to you, to your unfortunate self, evident by the weight of his foot pressed against the small of your back, applying an immense amount of pressure that caused you to cry out in pain.

“Fucking—how?!” You shouted, your throat hoarse from all the yelling and screaming activities you had been conducting, your high slowly wearing off as your mind instantly jumped into a new stage of emotions you’ve never truly felt before: the utter fear that sent chills down your very core, the burning fire running amok in your nerves, and the loud banging headache you felt when you were knocked down.

“You let your guards down,” Miguel found utmost amusement in the way you squirm underneath his foot, your arms struggling to catch a hold onto something, anything. To him, it was just an ordinary chase on the daily he would frequently experience, running off of the high that it gave him as he bent over to look into your gaze; filled with so much hatred and disdain—and all for him.

It excited him, almost.

But to you, having led the most normal life ever of an average person, being chased by a multidimensional superhero who could traverse the universe within a flick of his wrist was never part of your scheduled programs. And at this moment, you had no idea what to believe in anymore.

The universe was playing a cruel joke on you, and they are laughing.

You caught his gaze and could note the way his pretend-eyes glistened with a bundle of emotions: rage, annoyance, a murderous intent, and excitement. All seething and hissing underneath that stupid mask of his. If he was honest to himself, the situation was the most fun he had in a while.

“Next time,” as he got closer to you, his voice turned into a mere whisper, “Try not breathing so hard, cariño.”

With what you would assume was your death approaching in the figure of a bear for a man—his mask dissipated within an instance in pixels, his face now bare to you as he only got closer and closer, your eyes blown wide open with fear and the pace of your breathing picking back up into a brutal pace as anxiety swelled in your chest.

He had lifted his foot off of your back only to engulf you in his pair of strong, tree trunks for arms. You watched the way his jaw hung open, the light bounced off his fangs, the glint almost blinding you as you merely laid there, spent and mentally exhausted in his arms.

This was it.

This was how you would die.

In a game of predator and prey—and you were the prey that thought they got away.

And for the last few seconds of what you assumed to be the end of your life—you struggled against his hold, yet no attempts of yours were successful at feigning him off of you. He had the audacity to chuckle at your effort, like they meant nothing to him.

Because they didn’t.

To him, you were just an average, unfortunate prey becoming the meal he would treat himself to every night as a reward for his hard work having slaughtered you for his satiations; that being hunger and self-fulfillment.

And because he eyed you like one.

It was hard to miss the red glow in his iris, dominating the ring with his pupils blown out, looking like a crazed man with an addiction—and he had found his drug.

“Relax, you’re only making it harder for yourself.”

He brushed aside your hair, exposing the vulnerable spot of your neck—you could feel the way the tip of his fangs teased the bare skin on the back of where your neck and shoulder connected in a junction, taking his sweet time as his fingers traced up the sides of your arms, you could feel the bruises starting to blossom on your skin in response to his iron-like grip.

And before you knew it, he sunk his fangs into you, breaking your skin as you could only struggle even more so in his hold in pathetic attempts at escaping.

It burnt.

Oh God it burnt so fucking bad.

If you had thought your nerves were on fire before, they were quite literally bathing in a pool of lava by now. The venom has slowly integrated itself into your blood flow, inviting itself in like that annoying neighbor’s kid you never liked barging into your home.

You felt downright violated.

But you were helpless.

And for what felt like the last moment of your life, you could only sob, feeling the bubble of tears bursting and swimming down your reddened yet ghastly-looking cheeks like fish in the ocean. Consciousness slowly started to seep away like grasping at sands—little by little, they would be gone. Your vision gradually declined on you every second.

And along was what little dignity you had left as you slumped in Miguel’s arms, lifeless.

[heyitsme1040]

Swing By [spider-man]

summary : Reader just finished her shift at the coffee shop near campus. Wanting nothing more than to nap in her dorm before her study session, she walks home. Being pulled into an alley by two muggers wasn’t on her to-do list for the day. Neither was being saved by New York’s very own friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. Swung to safety, she thanks her masked savior. With the promise of not leaving her until she’s home safe, Spider-Man gets a kiss on the cheek as goodbye minutes before Peter arrives to study for the exam with his lab partner. 

pairings : TASM!Spider-Man/Reader 

warnings : Swearing (I think it’s literally one word), mention of a knife, attempted mugging, mention of feeling the need to be sick (it doesn’t happen), and I think that’s it.  (If I forgot any please let me know!)

word count : 1,980

AO3 (x)

a/n : Day one of Comfortember is here! The prompt was ‘safe’.  

With a tired sigh, I wipe down the counter around the espresso machine one final time. Tossing the rag back into the bucket filled with soapy water, I begin to untie my apron. Finally finished with the closing process, I was ready to be back at my dorm so I could take a quick nap before studying for my biophysics exam with my lab partner. Hanging my apron on the hook I claimed in the back, I emerged from behind the counter with my backpack and headphones for the final time today. Turning the lights off, I finally close the door behind me and lock it.

I began the quiet walk to campus instead of waiting on the bus today. The sun is starting to set as I weave my way through the crowds of people on the sidewalk. Passing a quiet alley, I’m suddenly pulled into it. A hand covers my mouth before I can shout, and two more hands hold my arms against my side. 

“You’re going to stay quiet,” a rumbling voice tells me. “No need to disturb those nice people’s day,” the man pointed at the opening to the alley with a knife, “don’t you agree?”

All I can do is nod, hoping that if I cooperate they’ll let me go faster. 

“I’m so glad you agree,” his voice mocks me. “Now, I’m going to keep an eye on you while he takes your bag. Got it?”

Before I can nod again, my backpack is ripped off my shoulders. I look past the man holding the knife toward the mouth of the alley, debating if I can make it back into the crowd before he could catch me. 

“This shit’s useless,” the guy behind me grumbles. “It’s just binders and textbooks,” he complains as I hear my things being dropped to the ground. “This kid has nothing.”

“Well she’s gotta have something,” the man in front of me slowly drags his eyes over me. “Empty your pockets or we’ll–”

He cuts himself off while looking over my shoulder. I hear a faint thwip followed by a choked shout. As the man in front of me turns to run I see webs stick to his feet and the ground. 

“What, can't you stick around?” A voice comes from above me. 

I stay frozen in place, unsure what to do. In a streak of red and blue, Spider-Man lands in front of me. He quickly webs the knife to the wall before trapping the man’s hands to himself. 

“Are you okay?” He automatically asks while turning to face me. 

My tongue feels like lead. I open my mouth, but nothing comes out. Obviously I knew of Spider-Man, but never thought I’d need to be saved by him. I was stunned by this hero, that he happened to notice what was happening in the alley. 

“Hey, it’s alright. You’re safe now, did they hurt you?” His tone softens. 

I can’t see past the white lenses of his mask, but I feel his eyes searching me for some kind of injury. The thought of having his attention focused on me snaps me out of my shocked trance. 

“I’m fine,” I blurted out, “thank you. I, uh, yeah. I’m fine.”

I nod to myself while mentally slapping myself over the word vomit that just escaped me. Looking down, I suddenly remember my bag dumped behind me. I turn around, hoping to hide the embarrassed flush on my face, and crouch to grab my textbooks. Shoving them into my bag, I pick up my binder. As soon as it leaves the ground all my notes start to float out of it into the wind. 

“For fuck’s sake,” I mutter while rushing to grab the papers. 

“Here,” Spider-Man offers me some pages. 

“Thanks,” I squeak out. 

“No problem.” 

Finally zipping my bag shut, I hear sirens approaching. The flash of red and blue lights reflect at the mouth of the alley. 

“Did you let them know they needed to come here?” I groan once again, not wanting to deal with the police.

“I, uh, it’s just–you were being mugged.” I was shocked to hear Spider-Man fumbling over his words. “I reported it before I stopped it. Don’t want these two mugging more people. Y’know the whole ‘friendly neighborhood’ thing isn’t just to describe me.”

I sigh heavily, “I get it. I just don’t want to deal with the cops today. I need to get home soon and don’t have the time to deal with this.”

“The cops don’t like me–”

“Then why did you–”

“So I can swing you home before they arrive.”

Spider-Man holds an arm out to me. I don’t have much time to think as I hear the sirens get louder. Slinging my backpack on, I step closer to him. He wraps his arm around my waist. 

Keeping me facing him he warns, “Close your eyes and hold on as tight as you want,” before he leaps us into the air. 

I quickly bury my face into where I have my arms wrapped around his neck. The rush of us swinging through the air has my head spinning and my stomach dropping. Within minutes I feel him stand on steady ground, my feet landing moments after his. I don’t move yet as my head continues to swim. I feel a warm touch against my hands as he gently pries my hands away from behind his neck. He doesn’t move to push me away from my hiding place in his neck, but he does slowly guide us to sit on the ground. 

“You’re okay,” he reassures. “The head rush is intense the first few times. Putting your head between your knees helps with the dizziness.”

I nod at his guidance, not moving yet. “I feel like I’m gonna be sick.”

“That’s normal, too. Putting your head between your knees also helps with that.”

I slowly unbury myself from him and carefully place my head between my knees. The spinning sensation lets up a little, but I still can’t move from my position. I look at the gravel beneath my shoes, focusing on the pebbles to keep my vision steady. 

“Thank you,” I whisper out, barely audible.

“No problem,” Spider-Man chuckles, “just part of being the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.”

“Where are we?”

“We’re on top of the Saratoga children’s museum.” 

“How?” I incredulously demand. “That’s like a mile from the coffee shop. And it’s been only, what, a couple of minutes?”

Spider-Man shrugged, but I heard his amused snort. “It’s the same as if you would have driven here.”

I shook my head in disbelief, finally lifting my head to look at him. I couldn’t believe the nonchalance of his answer. He casually swings through the city at like forty miles an hour. And he acts as though that’s nothing. 

“Where do you need to go? Spider-Cab can drop you off wherever you want to go in New York. Free of charge,” he jokes around his offer. 

“Empire State college. Back toward the coffee shop. Then another half mile and you’ll be at the dorms there,” I explain. “But I can get a cab there. You’ve already saved me, and I’m sure someone else out there could use the assistance.”

“I can take you. It’s part of the job. Saving them from danger and keeping them safe. If that means taking you to your dorm, then I promise to keep you safe until then.”

“Alright,” I concede. “Do you have to swing that fast though? I don’t think I can take it.”

Spider-Man stands and offers me a hand, “I’ll go slower this time.”

Taking his hand, Spider-Man pulls me to my feet before pulling away. He turns his back toward me this time and squats down a little. 

“What are you doing?” I tilt my head. 

“Hop on,” he looks over his shoulder. “It won’t be as bad if you’re facing where we swing.”

I hesitate a moment longer before putting my arms around him. His hands grab behind my knees and he shrugs me higher onto his back. He moves one hand to my ankle and crosses it around his waist. Understanding what he’s suggesting, I wrap the other around him. 

“Hold on tight. We’re going to be slower, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t hold on tight. I’ve got you, but it’s a bit trickier with someone on my back. Are you okay with this?” He places his hand on top of mine across his chest. 

“I trust you,” I admit. 

I barely hear him say, “I’m glad,” as he stands on the ledge. “Here we go!” He shouts.

And just like that we’re swinging through the city again. I squint against the rushing wind, but keep my eyes open. The city looks so different like this. We’re soaring through the air, people below us unaware we’re here. The sounds of traffic can’t be heard over the wind. It’s peaceful. 

All too soon it comes to an end. Spider-Man swings us past the coffee shop again, and soon we’re at the college campus. I shout over the wind which dorm building is mine and laugh as he gently lowers us to the roof. I feel adrenaline rushing through me alongside the excitement of having swung through the city. 

“Here we are,” Spider-Man announces. 

“I don’t think I can move,” I giggle out. 

I feel him laugh more than I hear it. He once again carefully pries my off of him, unwrapping my legs from his waist before turning in my hold. I don’t feel as dizzy this time, but with how close he is my head is spinning for a different reason. 

“Home safe and sound,” he murmurs. “Just like I promised you.”

“Thank you,” I sigh. 

I finally release my hold from around him, but he doesn’t move. Remaining close to me, I try to imagine what he’s doing behind the mask. If his eyes are searching me the way mine are him. With a lot of courage (and reckless abandon) I kiss him on the cheek. 

“Good night, Spider-Man,” I whisper against his cheek. “Thank you again for saving me.”

I turn away before he can respond, opening the door to the roof access. 

“Good night,” he calls after me. 

I turn to look at him. He hasn’t moved from his spot, but now his hand rests over his cheek. I wave as the door shuts behind me. I feel like I’m floating as I make my way down the stairs to my floor. Unlocking my door, I flop onto my bed with a sigh. Looking at the alarm clock near my head, I see the lights blinking ‘5:45 PM’. I smile in relief that I made it back before my study session at six. I lay still as the feeling of excitement fades away with the adrenaline. Soon, I hear a knock on my door through the haze of a nap creeping into my mind. I look at the clock again to see it’s only been five minutes. Getting up, I crack the door open to see who it is. Recognizing Peter, I quickly close the door and remove the chain before opening it up all the way. 

“Hi,” Peter cheerily greets. 

“Hey,” I smile, “you’re early for a change.”

“I’m usually on time. I’m just chronically late to classes,” he jokes. 

I laugh at his comment. “Yeah, I guess that’s true. You ready to cram for this exam?”

“This professor’s exams are the worst. At least I brought snacks this time,” he groans. 

I close the door as he enters and lock it. Turning on my laptop I opened the study guide the professor emailed us. As we study, I turn the radio on low, smiling as the voice of J. Jonah Jameson starts to bark on about the most recent Spider-Man sighting earlier tonight. 

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[miltheperson]

Hiiiiiiiiiii- love the lil quick writes, and actually that howdy part in my request-

Imagine reader, same scenario, but reader is like a spider or a butterfly or a bee and is the size of 10 apples and can like fly too-

Again you did amazing on my request:D

You gave me so much ideas for howdy - all the bugs we could use-

I’m glad I did those requests some justice! Again, another excellent idea! So curious!

Welcome Home mini bit!

Howdy’s all buzzed about the new neighbor!

The talk about the new neighbor had circled all around the neighborhood, it had definitely went round enough that it reached the bodega owning caterpillar’s ears!

He loved new faces and he especially loved welcoming them into the neighborhood.

He waited quite excitedly for the new neighbor to come around and visit his shop, a friendly and happy smile over his face.

When the bells over his door finally jingled, Howdy sprung up with a smile.

“Howdy! Welcome!” He greeted as usual, smiling.

Only to pause.

Wait a second…

Where was the customer?

“What in the world…?” He murmured, scratching the top of his head. “Now, I know I heard those bells ring…” He frowned a little, moving out of the counter and towards the door.

“Ow!”

He felt a something bump against his leg. He flinched, staring down.

“Oh, hello!” He blurted out in surprise, stepping back.

There was the new neighbor! You! With twirly antennas and wings behind your back, as well as what looked to be something protruding from behind you. Why… You must be a bee! Now that explains the black and yellow coloring on your clothing.

“I am so sorry! Didn’t see ya there!” Howdy was startled.

Goodness you were quite short!

Why, even shorter than Wally!

“It’s okay!” You smiled up at him, then you started realized just how tall he was.

How tall was this guy??

Goodness he was quite tall!

“You must be the new neighbor, right?” He asked you with a smile, needing to look down on you.

Heavens, compared to you he was just massive!

“Yep! That’s me! Pleasure to meet you!” You held a hand out towards him, the other leaning down just to reach you properly.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, too! My name is Howdy, Howdy Pillar! What’s yours, neighbor?” He shook hands with you, a bright grin on his face.

“(Name) ! Call me (Name)! Wonderful to meet you, Howdy!” You giggled, letting go of his hand.

“So, ah… Welcome to Howdy’s Place! Seeing as you’re new around these parts, it’s a special discount for you. 100% off!” Howdy smiled.

It was a bit troublesome for both parties to look each other in the eye, so you decided you had enough of the neck pain.

Your wings started to flutter, your feet slowly lifting off the ground.

Howdy watched you in amazement as you started to fly up to his height, finally being able to properly meet his eyes.

“Well, hello, you!” Howdy couldn’t help but laugh, he thought you looked quite cute!

“Hi! How’s the weather up here?” You asked him with a laugh of your own.

Now that really cracked him up! Howdy burst out laughing again, shaking his head.

“You’re funny! I like that!“ He calmed down with a chuckle, sighing a bit. “Go ahead and pick out anything you’d like, neighbor! It’s on the house!” He smiled at you.

“Alrighty, Howdy! Thanks a lot!” You smiled back at him, wings fluttering behind you.

As you looked through the shop, Howdy couldn’t help but watch as you did. He was quite amazed by your wings, you really did move like a bee with how you flew around. He stayed by the counter, arms crossed and the other two placed on the counter surface.

He wondered if he would be able to fly around with you if he ever turned into a butterfly. Would you two race? Would you just fly together?

So wonderful to think about!

Finally you had chosen your item, it was a drink that you liked the most. You flew towards the counter, placing the item down.

“And that’s one (favorite drink)… Would ya like me to bag it for you?” He asked with a friendly smile.

“Nope, no thanks!” You shook your head, politely declining.

“Alrighty, neighbor! Here ya go.” He handed you your drink, chuckling as you stared at it with wonder.

“Thanks a lot, Howdy! I best get going then, wouldn’t wanna buzz around here for too long!” You giggled, holding the cool drink in your hands.

“Don’t worry! You were never a buzz-er!” Howdy laughed, you couldn’t help but join along with him. “But, oh, alright. If you have to go… Just bee safe now!” He chuckled.

“Oh, you just wont stop, huh? Alright, I’ll see you around, Howdy!” You opened the bodega door, then landed on the floor. You didn’t feel like exhausting yourself by flying any longer.

“I’ll see you soon, (Name)! It was lovely meeting you!” He waved at you as you left, leaning over the counter with a hand on his cheek.

He sighed with another chuckle, smiling to himself.

“What a buzz…” He shook his head.

Needless to say, Howdy looked forward to seeing you again!

[marvelous-writer]

Web Blocks & Head Knocks

Summary: Peter’s day had been going pretty well until he gets badly injured in an accident on patrol. 

Whumptober Day 8: Head Trauma

@whumptober @whumptober-archive

Rating: G

Word Count: 3,175

Genre: whump, hurt/comfort, fluff, humor

Link to read on AO3

It’s close to eleven-twenty in the evening as Peter webslings back home, to his new home in upper Manhattan at Happy’s new apartment—the Parker-Hogan residence. And for once, Peter is actually on time to meet his curfew with ten minutes to spare.

The night has been very slow with little to no crimes, a little unusual for a Saturday night in New York, but he’s happy and grateful for it. He webbed around the city, helping out where he could by helping out a few tourists with directions and recommended places to eat, he helped an older couple bring their groceries up to their floor in their apartment building, he helped a girl around his age get her car back up and running where it brown down on a dark and quiet street, as well as stopping a few robberies here and there.

All in a day’s work for your friendly, neighborhood Spider-Man.

Peter smiles to himself under his mask as he shoots another web off to the closest building, propelling himself up high in the air. He lets himself free-fall for a moment, closing his eyes to take in the feeling of the wind ripping past him as the familiar rush of adrenaline rushes through him.

Despite how hard things have been lately, for once… he’s happy. It’s been a great day and a successful patrol tonight. He hung out with May and Happy all day, helping May out with some grocery shopping and getting a birthday gift for Happy, even though his birthday isn’t for another three weeks. He also talked on the phone with MJ and she’s planning on coming home for Thanksgiving break with Ned soon, so hopefully the three of them will be able to hang out then.

Peter opens his eyes, feeling his smile grow as he lifts his arm and shoots off another web, not even phased by how dangerously close he was to crashing into the ground. He’s been doing this for so many years now, heights don’t even bother him anymore like they use to. He does a fancy twist in the air, propelling himself up higher once again, feeling as light as air.

For once in a long time, he can finally say that things are going pretty good and he has a lot of hope for the future.

The air slaps against his body as he descends down again and he reaches a hand out to shoot off another web, only… nothing comes out. Peter’s head snaps to look at his right hand, trying again but nothing comes out of his web-shooter. He tries with left hand and gets the same result. His spider-sense buzzes in warning at the back of his head.

Well, shit.

Okay, so maybe things aren’t going so good in his life.

“Karen-“

“There seems to be a malfunction with your web-shooters, Peter.” She interrupts in a worried voice.

“Yeah, no crap!” Peter yells as he slaps them in hopes to loosen any webbing that might be clogged inside the devices as he continues to descend at a now alarming rate. He tries again with both web-shooters but still no webbing comes out of either one. “What do I do, Karen?”

Digital readings of his web-shooters pop up on the corner of his HUD and he can see that both are completely jammed, leaving him with no way to stop his fall. “I’m afraid there isn’t anything you can do, Peter. Your parachute hasn’t been reinstalled so the only thing I can recommend is that you try to aim for a neighboring building’s rooftop and brace for impact.”

Peter’s brows pull together as his eyes dart around himself. All of the buildings are rushing by him so fast he’ll have to act quickly. This isn’t the first time his web-shooters have failed him, and probably not the last either. He’s got this. He spots a building close to one hundred feet away from him—and quickly approaching—but it’s going to be tricky.

“Here goes nothing!” Peter says to himself as he propels himself towards the building, gritting his teeth in concentration as he eyes the building, his brain formulating a bunch of different ways he should go about this and how many ways this could fail as he braces himself to land on the gravel-covered roof.

Only… he misses the roof.

“Shitshitshithshit!” Peter curses as his eyes widen in horror beneath his mask.

His body collides against the side of the building, sending an enormous wave of pain through his whole body, hearing something crack, although it could have been the bricks cracking from the impact. Peter feels himself falling backwards again, the world spinning out of control around him as he reaches out and tries to shoot off a web, but still nothing comes out. He’s so out of it he doesn’t see that he’s heading towards a fire escape until the back of his head collides against the metal railing, causing him to see stars.

That’s the last thing he’s aware of before he blacks out.

…

Peter’s eyes slowly slide open, only to be met with the blurry outline of a street lamp a few yards away from him.

He feels his brows pull together in confusion.

Where… where is he?

Peter blinks a few more times, and with each blink, his vision clears up more ever so slightly, allowing him to see that he’s in an alleyway, lying on the cold, wet ground as rain pours down on him.

But… why is he on the ground?

Peter can see his hand on the ground in front of his face, seeing the familiar red, webbed glove of his suit. The sight then makes him aware that he’s wearing his mask.

So… something happened while he was out patrolling?

A sharp spike of pain radiates from his head, causing a low groan to escape from the back of his throat.

Something definitely happened then… he just can’t remember what exactly.

He feels a wave of fear flow through him at that.

“K-Karen?” Peter slurs out, coming out mumbled from how he’s lying on the ground with his face smushed against the cold pavement. “W-Wha’s happ’nin’?”

“Everything is going to be alright, Peter. Help is on the way ETA five minutes.” Karen’s calm voice fills his ears.

“W-Wha’ happ’nd?” He slurs out, brows pulled together.

“You were out patrolling and your web-shooters jammed. You tried to land on the neighboring buildings but you were too far away to reach them. With your parachute being uninstalled, there was no other way to slow your descent without webbing, resulting in you slamming into the side of the building and the fire escape above you. I’m detecting that you have sustained a severe head injury, as well as a moderate concussion. I advise you to remain still where you are until help arrives.”

That’s… a lot of information to take in with way too many words. His brain can’t even keep up with the first few things she said.

“H-Help? Who?” He asks.

“Mr. Stark and Mr. Rhodes.”

“Mmh…” Peter hums at the back of his throat, unsure of what else to say.

The pain pulsating through his head increases at that moment and it feels like a pressure if building in his skill, threatening to pop at any second. Peter squeezes his eyes shut and lets a pained whine escape through his lips as he drags his head against the ground.

“My head really hurts…” He admits.

“Try to remain as still as you can, Peter and stay awake.” Karen tells him, her voice fading out a little at the end.

“S’ getting hard to.” He slurs out as he lightly clenches his fists at the sides of his head, feeling how wet his gloves are from the rain, sticking to his hands and sensitive fingertips.

“Please try to stay awake, Peter. If you fall asleep now with your head injury…” Karen starts to say worriedly, only for her words to start fading away as a dull, staticky ringing fills Peter’s ears.

He slowly blinks as he rolls his head to the side, letting the side of his aching head rest on the ground. His eyes are getting so heavy now… it’s hard so to keep them open.

“Jus’… five minutes…” Peter slurs out.

“Peter—awake!” Karen’s voice distantly calls out to him.

When his eyes slip shut on their own, Peter tumbles into darkness where he knows no more.

…

The first thing he’s aware of is pain. A sharp, throbbing pain in his head.

“Uggghhhh…” Peter groans out with his eyes squeezed shut.

“Peter, are you with us? If you can hear me, try to squeeze my hand twice.” A nearby,  loud voice tells him as he feels something slip into his hand.

Is that his hand?

He has hands, right. Duh.

Peter tries to squeeze the hand back.

“That’s it, Peter. Good,” The voice says, sounding relieved. “Do you think you can open your eyes for me?”

It’s a struggle but after a few moments of struggling to get his heavy eyelids to cooperate with him, Peter manages to crack his eyes open into slits. He’s met with bright, white lights, causing a pained groan to escape his mouth as he closes his eyes again. He opens them again and slowly blinks, seeing two blurry figures above him.

“W-Wha-W’as h’ppnin’?” Peter croaks out, words slurring as he tries to get his arms underneath himself to sit up, groaning as the throbbing in his head increases from the movement.

A pair of hands prevent him from getting up. “You’re okay, Peter try not to move, okay? Can you tell me where you are?”

Peter slowly blinks his eyes open and tries to take in his surroundings. His eyes are so blurry it’s hard to tell who the people are in front of him, let alone where he is. All he can tell is that he’s lying down on a bed of some kind.

“Dunno’…” Peter says unsurely.

“Do you remember what happened?”

Peter’s brows pull together, ignoring the pain he feels as his skin stretches on his forehead. His head sharply throbs as he tries to think. All he remembers is patrolling and… everything is blank after that. If he’s in this situation, he’d have to guess something went wrong and he somehow got hurt.

“I got hurt?” He guesses, words slurring.

“You did. You were on patrol and you fell and hit your head pretty hard. You’re in the medbay at the Compound. Tony and Rhodey brought you in and you woke up for a few seconds when you got here.”

Tony.

Where’s Tony.

He needs Tony.

Peter blinks his eyes open as his eyes sluggishly look around the blurry room as panic starts to set in. “T’ny. I…I need T’ny. P-Please…”  He says in a pleading voice as he tries to sit up again.

“Peter, you can’t get up right now—Steve hold him down while I give him more medication, please.”

A pair of large, warm hands settle on his shoulders and he feels himself being gently held down to the bed. Peter lets out a weak groan in protest and from the pain radiating through his head, feeling a particularly sharp spike on the back.

“N-No, p-please…” Peter slurs out, feeling something warm sliding down his face.

Someone gently shushes him from above. “You’re alright, Peter. I promise. Bruce is just trying to help you. Tony is on his way in now and he’ll be with you in a second, okay? Everything’s alright.”

He wants Tony right now.

Tony will make all of the pain go away.

Tony makes everything better and helps him feel safe.

Peter squeezes his eyes shut as the pain in his head increases, hearing a strange staticky sound filling his ears. It feels like his head is about to split in two from all of the pressure. A sudden wave of intense tiredness washes over him, casing Peter to open his eyes in confusion. The blurry figures are still standing around him, their silhouettes hollowed out by the bright, white lights on the ceiling above them. His eyes grow heavier, causing him to blink heavy.

“You’re going to be alright, Peter. Just rest for now, okay?” One of the figures tell him.

Peter’s eyes slip shut and he falls into darkness once again.

…

Consciousness slowly flows back to Peter, hearing an all-too familiar soft beeping from somewhere nearby. The more conscious he becomes, he can feel something warm in his hand.

He feels… really numb.

Like an odd, fuzzy numb.

It’s a hard feeling to describe but he doesn’t mind it too much, it’s just weird.

Peter feels his face pull into a frown as his body starts to come back online, allowing him to slowly crack his heavy eyes open into slits. He sluggishly blinks, clearing his blurry vision a little as he manages to roll his heavy head to the side ever so slightly.

Tony is sitting at his bedside, holding his hand as he sits in the chair with his head back, eyes closed, probably sleeping. And.. he looks absolutely exhausted. His hair is disheveled, like he’s been running his fingers through it, he has a stubble where he usually trims his goatee, and Peter can see the dark circles under his eyes from here.

But Tony is here.

Relief washes through Peter at that, only to be ruined by a sharp pain that comes from his temple on the right side of his head, casing Peter to turn his head into the soft pillow behind him as he squeezes his eyes shut with a groan.

“Pete? Are you with me, kiddo?”

Peter hums at the back of his throat but remains still, not wanting the pain to get any worse as he feels the bed shift at his side, feeling a warm hand rush a stray curl from his forehead. He opens his eyes again, seeing that Tony is now sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at him with a relieved expression on his face.

“Hey, kiddo.” Tony says with a small smile.

“Hey,” Peter croaks out, licking his dry lips.

“How are you feeling?”

“Like c-crap.” Peter says, wincing as the headache intensifies slightly.

“Yeah, I know,” Tony says with a sympathetic look. “You’re pretty banged up, kiddo. Do you remember what happened?”

Peter blinks, brows pulling together as he looks off to the side in thought for a moment. He remembers being on patrol and his web-shooters suddenly clogging… and then waking up in a white room with blurry people around him.

“My web-shooters stopped working on patrol, so… I guess I fell and got hurt?” He says, looking back at Tony.

“To put it simply, yeah,” Tony says with a nod. “Karen filled in the blanks for me. When your web-shooters jammed, you had to make an emergency landing… but you didn’t. You crashed into the side of a building and you ended up slamming your head into a fire escape before you fell into the alley below after hitting the walls on your way down though.”

Peter just blinks at him, his aching head processing the new information.

“Wow… that sucks.” He says.

“Yeah,” Tony says, nodding. “Rhodey and I flew over and picked you up… it wasn’t a pretty sight, I’ll tell you that. But Bruce fixed you up as best as he can. You’ve been in an out for the past few days.”

Peter’s eyes widen. “ Days ?”

“Yeah-”

“But, Tony—I have things I need to do!” Peter says as he starts to sit up, ignoring the way his head painfully protests, only for Tony to gently grab his shoulders and push him back to the bed.

“The only thing you have do do is heal, Peter. You’re on mandatory bed rest—doctor’s strict orders and you’re not getting out of it this time. You hit your head very, very hard, kid. A head injury like your’s isn’t something you can just get up and walk away from, even with your speedy healing.” Tony says in a soft, yet firm voice.

“What do you mean?” Peter asks.

Tony lets out a sigh as he sits back on the edge of the bed, rubbing a hand down his face.  “Peter… there was quite a lot of swelling going on in your head when Bruce took you in for an MRI when you got here after you got hurt. There wasn’t any fractures or internal bleeding, thank God, but it was dangerous enough for all of us to be worried. There’s still a bit of swelling since your MRI last night, but you’re on the mend. And not to mention the concussion you have, as well as the four cracked ribs you sustained in your fall.”

Peter winces at that. “Four cracked ribs?”

Tony gives him a flat look, raising an eyebrow. “All of that information about your head and you’re more worried about your ribs the most?”

Peter manages a smile at that, weakly raising a hand, flopping it up. “Guess so.” He jokes.

A small laugh escapes from Tony as he shakes his head to himself. “Oh, Pete… you’re going to be the death of me,” he lightly says as he leans forward and carefully wraps his arms around him in a gentle hug, placing a kiss to the top of his head. “I love you so much, Pete. When I saw you there on the ground in that alley… I… I thought you were…”

Peter leans into his touch, guilt flowing through him. “Well I’m not. I’m right here.”

Tony lightly chuckles at that. “You are. And you’re going to be just fine after a lot of rest, pain meds and some good ol’ TLC. And whenever Bruce clears you to leave, we’ll head home and Morgan will probably whip out her toy doctor set Pep and I got her for her birthday.

Peter manages a weak laugh at that. “She probably will but all of that doesn’t sound too bad. Just as long as there’s some ice cream included?”

Tony half-heartedly rolls his eyes at that as he carefully maneuvers Peter so he’s leaning up against Tony’s side, earning a smile from Peter. “Of course, ice cream and a Star Wars marathon when you’re cleared to look at any screens.”

Peter’s eyes widen. “I can’t look at—“

“One step at a time, Pete.” Tony says.

“But I need TV to get through bed rest.” Peter weakly protests.

He hears Tony chuckle, the sound rumbling through his chest against Peter’s ear. “We’ll figure something out. I’m sure Morgan would love to have you there for her nightly bedtime stories.”

Peter lets out a groan as he closes his eyes. “I’m nineteen, Tony. Not nine.”

“Whatever you say, Spider-Baby.” Tony says teasingly.

Peter smiles despite the nickname as he closes his eyes and leans against Tony’s side, feeling safe and sound despite the discomfort he’s in.

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[parkerpeter24]

could u write a tasm!peter fic where like, during that talk with peter 2 in nwh where he tells him to not give up bc him and mj made it work and all he remember this girl he’s been crushing on, which is the reader obviously, and after he comes back he makes a move and its super cute cos he’s shy and nervous and all that yk what i mean like anyway mwah bye love ya

i tried girls. also, sorry for the late reply <3 i just thought i’d make this a part of the nwh blurbs since i haven’t written any more 😭

painting : tasm!peter x reader

nwh masterlist 🕸️

you thought another day in new york would be like the usual, boring and exhaustive, like it always was. however, you were proven wrong when a bus came hurtling towards you as a consequence of a fight between the city’s beloved spider-man and the lizard.

your feet were frozen to the ground, unable to move however hard you tried, as you watched the huge metal being thrown at you. your arms flew in front, bracing yourself for impact.

but it never came.

in that moment you’d thought that you died. but as you opened your eyes, all you could see was a blue and red coloured suit that was holding a man inside of it. a spider-man, to be specific.

“go, go, move out of the way!” he yelled towards you even though his attention was undivided towards the mass of citizens evacuating the area and the giant green reptile, who was now being referred to as doctor curt connors, one of the most brilliant scientists working at oscorp, by j jonah jameson.

you rushed away from the scene, finding a spot to hide and watched from a distance as spider-man took down the lizard.

a wave of applause and cheers were heard from the citizens who were yet again saved by the friendly neighborhood superhero.

that was the first time you saw spider-man.

the second time you saw him was, however, more awkward than dangerous.

peter was already late for dinner and he was sure he would be hearing an earful from may so he just stopped at the grocery store to get her favorite yogurt for dessert. he jogged inside the store as soon as he landed on the pavement after his patrol, still in his blue and red suit but to his advantage, the place was not too crowded.

“can i get two strawberry yogurts?” he asked the owner of the shop.

the middle aged man pulled out two yogurts from the refrigerator nearby and placed it on the counter, eyeing the random stranger in a spider-man costume wearily, “five dollars.” he mumbled.

as peter searched for his wallet in the hidden pockets of his suit, he found his heart drop, just like his wallet probably had earlier in the day while he was busy fighting the green reptile.

“i-i don’t have any money on me.” peter replied sheepishly, waiting for the older man to reply.

and the reply was as he’d expected, “sorry, man, no money, no yogurt.” the deli’s owner was obviously thinking that peter was some rando in a costume while he was too nice to play the but-i-save-the-city-every-night card.

“alright.” peter pursed his lips even though he was aware the elder couldn’t see it. he noticed that his phone had also taken some of the beating from before.

what he failed to notice, however, was that a girl– you– standing a few feet away from him has heard this conversation.

you walked to the counter just as spider-man turned around to leave, “excuse me? i’d like to buy those two yogurts.” and you placed a five dollar bill on the counter.

peter didn’t think much of it at all as he walked out the door. everyone had their share of luck and he guessed today just wasn’t his day. he’d have to profusely apologise to may for being extremely late and not bringing her anything except for a busted lip which he got when he “walked into a wall.”

just as the teenager held out his hand to swing away to reach a bit earlier for dinner at his aunt’s, he heard a call of his name, well, his alter ego’s name.

“spider-man!” you called out, running towards him. the superhero turned around and watched you get closer until you were two steps away from him, panting heavily, “h-hey! i got something that belongs to you.”

spider-man didn’t say anything for a hot second, making you pull out the two cups of may’s favorite yogurt from a little compartment of your backpack.

“for me?” peter asked you.

“yeah, you wanted it and i saw you didn’t have any money so i thought i’d get it for you.” you smiled sweetly at him and peter’s heart swelled with gratefulness.

nonetheless, he started to politely deny, “oh, i couldn’t possibly-” only to be cut off mid sentence.

“it’s the least i can do after you saved my life.” you handed him the cups, “i’ll see you around i guess..”

you didn’t wish for the conversation to end so soon but there wasn’t really anything left to say as you found yourself taking a step back.

“i hope so too.” peter mumbled before clearing his throat. he was just grateful for the sweet gesture and that was the only reason his heart was fluttering inside his chest, there couldn’t have been another reason. he shook the thoughts out of his head, “thanks a lot. you’re my hero!” peter complimented, making you laugh before he swung away.

god how he wished he could stay there and hear you laugh again.

after that day, peter really tried to control the urge to find you but failed miserably. all he wanted was to get to know you, hence he visited the two places he’d seen you that day frequently, just to get a glimpse of you again. and when he did, he was beyond happy. now all he had to do was approach you and ask you to be his friend.

he wasn’t quite sure how.

he landed at the deli after finding it to be not one of those days when he was confident behind his mask and ended up going inside to get a sandwich. the brunette was pretty sure the store was his new favorite place for food.

he went in again and there was the owner, eyeing him weirdly once more. he chuckled nervously, “can i get a cheese sandwich?”

“you got the money?” the owner asked and peter pulled out his wallet this time to show the guy before he went in to heat up his sandwich.

“here for yogurt again?” peter’s head snapped around at your voice so suddenly that his wallet fell out of his hands. “oh, sorry i didn’t mean to startle you.” you bent down and picked it up for him, your gaze falling to a picture of an old couple. you averted your eyes and closed the wallet before you could take a good look, “s-sorry i didn’t mean to pry.”

he took his the brown wallet from your hands quickly, “it’s alright, as long as you didn’t look.”

“i didn’t.” you assured peter with a little smile, “so… what are you doing here?”

waiting for you. “i’m just getting a sandwich. you?”

“milkshake.”

peter had finally got an opportunity. he found a conversation starter. he also found that you visited the deli frequently since it was the closest to your apartment building. since that day on, peter shared his stories with you. he told you about his patrol, sometimes– very rarely– about his personal life, until one day he decided that he could no longer keep his identity from you, finally summed up the courage and told you who spider-man really was.

he was the most beautiful boy– inside and out– you’d ever known in your entire life.

———

“you have someone?” peter, the other peter, asked the question as he found the brunette watching peter– the one who belonged to this universe– and mj; who also belonged to this universe.

the first thought that popped into peter’s head was that it would be a large exaggeration to say that he *had* you. he did have you, but all you wanted was to be friends with him, or so he thought. if not, you probably would have said something. peter didn’t think he could be more obvious with the fact that he had fallen utterly in love with you.

“well, there’s this girl… but, i-it’s complicated.”

“it’s always complicated with us.” the peter who was preparing a cure for the green goblin said.

“sure is. i got no time for peter parker stuff anyway.” he shrugged.

“she know it’s you?” the older peter asked.

“yeah, yeah she does. i told her. but i don’t think she’d like me back” peter chuckled as he got closer to the cure for connor.

he remembered the day he saved you from the lizard and he remembered he’d been working on the cure since then. finding connor’s cure would make one threat less for new york city, but a big part of peter was concerned to assure your safety first. peter also remembered the night he suddenly ended up in this different new york.

it didn’t look much different, but he could feel it.

the friendly neighborhood spider-man was no longer in his neighbourhood. he was supposed to make it to dinner at yours this time. peter wondered how he always ended up tangled in some weird situation instead of making it to a peaceful dinner and a night with movies.

“well, i wouldn’t give up.” the other peter smiled, making him smile back.

the multiverse was real. and if his universe has introduced you to him, then he’d better do something something to prove to it that he was worth having you.

———

fortunately, it had been less than 24 hours before he was back to his universe. he looked at his phone and found thirty seven missed calls and twenty texts from you, twenty nine missed calls from may and texts from gwen and harry asking for his whereabouts. he rushed to get to your apartment quickly.

it had been almost an year since peter knew you, but his heart rate doubled just as he reached your window. he found you in your usual spot, at your study desk, reading a book you had talked to him about a few days earlier and how you were ecstatic that you finally bought it.

you looked back at the source of the sound, not surprised at all, before turning your head back to your book. peter knew you’d be upset but he found the window open, making his heart ease a little. he slid it open and climbed inside your room, “y/n?” his voice was soft– unrestrained of the mask– making it hard for you to focus on your book, “hey.” he took a few steps towards you.

you turned around in your seat and peter prepared himself for a long lecture as he fiddled with his mask in his hands, but all you did was get up off your chair and walk out the door.

the brunette followed you like a lost pup, beyond confused as you didn’t utter a word. he followed you to the kitchen where bowls of uneaten snacks were kept. peter felt guilt fill him up from head to toe, “y/n, i’m really sorry.”

“i thought you were seriously hurt.” your voice was so calm, it sent shivers down peter’s spine.

“i’m sorry, i can really explain this time, i-it was so weird, i got sucked into the multiverse and-”

“the multiverse? that’s real?”

“y-yeah, and it’s crazy! i found two mes, well, they were different but kinda like me.” peter explained, waving his hands around in the air. you listened intently now, “you remember the lizard?” you nodded your head, “he was there, and there were a bunch of other villains, and i helped cure them.”

“you did?”

“yeah and i-i got something to tell you.” he muttered.

“i’m still very pissed at you for not showing up last night but do go on.” you watched his cheeks turn pink.

“i’m going to make it up to you. when i-i was stuck in that other universe, i had a talk with the other peter and i, well h-he told me about his mj, and i realised how you, are my mj.” he shook his head, “n-no. my y/n.”

“what?”

“what i’m trying to say is that-”

“i like you too, peter.”

peter’s head snapped up to look into your eyes, “you do?”

“you really thought you could hide that from me?” you chuckled, making him smile.

“wow.” peter let out a breath of relief, “i thought this would be harder than this!”

“just shut up and kiss me.”

and then his lips were on yours.

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Fic Recs (4.14.22)

Hey babesss!! Turns out I’m alivee and I’m slowly but surely working on chapter 4 of Teaching to Love Again (previously currently untitled single dad! bucky series) as well as some other one shots but if anyone has any requests, id love to see them!! I wanted to share my favorite series/ one shots while I work on my own, please show some love to these amazing writers! These are in order of how recently I read them, not in favorite order.

Marvel Fic Recs One Two Harry Potter Fic Recs One Two

Little Lion Man by @wkemeup

Pairing: Bucky x Reader Summary: “Sent on an assignment back to 1943, you encounter a drastically different version of the man you know”

Strangers in the Night by @redgillan

Pairing: Bucky x Reader Summary: “You’re on a date, but things aren’t going well. You find refuge in the restroom where you meet a man who’s also having a bad night. Together, you make an escape plan.”

Domestic Bucky Blurb by @modern-vellichor

Pairing: Bucky x Reader Request: “Can I request Bucky and reader having to go undercover as a married couple? maybe like in the countryside I’m deep in my feels abt the idea of Bucky in a linen shirt working on a garden Tysm!! I love your writing💗” -Anon

Foxglove by @whistlingwillows

Pairing: Immortal!Bucky x Mortal!Reader Summary: “as soon as his palms brush along your cheeks, it’s almost as if his soul snaps out of its frenzied rage, looks at you, and embraces you with a warmth that says, oh, I’ve been looking for you for ages.”

Tenure Track by @disturbedbydesign (18+ Only)

Pairing: Professor!Bucky x Reader Summary: “You and Professor Barnes had been at each other’s throats from the moment you met, and when a tenure position opens up in your department, the claws come out.”

Orange Zest by @redgillann

Pairing: College!Bucky Barnes x Reader Summary: “Wanda and Reader cast a love spell.”

The Itsy Bitsy Spider by @embrassemoi

Pairing: TASM!Peter Parker x Reader Summary: “Funnily enough, Peter’s girlfriend has a crippling fear of spiders.”

Secrets and Skateparks by @earthgirl616

Pairing: TASM!Peter Parker X Reader Summary: “you have a sneaking suspicion about your best friend and will apparently go to any lengths to prove yourself right.”

The Experiment by @soap-bubble-nebula

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Request: “Can I request an Avengers x reader, Bucky x reader fic where the reader was a Hydra experiment at a hydra base and whenever she couldn’t use her powers properly, they made Bucky (as the Winter Soldier) inflict punishments on the reader. (Then after bucky joins the Avengers) whenever the reader is fighting the avengers she’s fearless but everytime she sees Bucky she gets scared and runs away from the fight. At some point Bucky realizes why she’s so scared of him and somehow convinces her that he and the avengers want to help her. Oh and you can choose whether you want it to be Bucky x reader or a platonic Bucky x teen!reader where he becomes her father figure! thanks and sorry it’s so long 😅” -Anon

American Tattoo by @seventven (18+ Only)

Pairing: Tattoo Artist!Bucky X Reader Summary: “steve and bucky run a tattoo shop together in brooklyn. y/n, a friend of steve’s, decides to get inked. only bucky is present at the shop and he’s about to close it for the night.”

A Touch of Comfort by @fanficimagery

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Summary: “You’ve always been the touchy-feely sorts with people you’re comfortable around. So when you’re told your touching could be making Bucky uncomfortable, you stop. But here’s the thing.. Bucky didn’t want you to stop.”

Behind the Curtain (Series, In Progress) by @cryptidcasanova (Dark Fic)

Pairing: TASM!Dark!Peter Parker x Reader Summary: “Peter was slow to admit it, but after Gwen’s death he stopped pulling his punches. He sought out vengeance at every turn and no robber, mobster, or off-brand ne’erdowell was left in peace. He embraced, no, incited the violence. The friendly neighborhood spider man was a vigilante. This is Peter Parker’s villain origin story.”

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Valentine’s Day w/ Peter (A.G) ♥️ | Marvel HC

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Slight implications of nsfw content

Spending Valentine’s Day w/ Peter would be:

There’s never a dull moment when you’re with Peter—and Valentine’s Day is no exception. In fact the chaos seems to be heightened by the holiday, because lets be honest our man loves to the high life.

He’s also a big romantic—candles are lit, rose petals fill the bed in the shape of a heart, chocolates all around and of course kisses are peppered all over your face. “I love you, I love you, I love you so so much. Happy Valentine’s Day baby.”

The entire day Peter is taking pictures of you. Sometimes he asks you to pose—giving your best smile, while most of the time its candids & off guards when you’re not looking. He plans to make an entire album of just the photos he took from that day.

Peter will do whatever you want. If you wanna stay indoors he’s game but if you want to go out then he’s up and ready. “What do you want to do today, Y/n? We can watch a movie, go to the coffee shop or stay in bed and make-out. I-I personally love the third option but I’ll leave the deciding up to you.” “Well when you say it like that…”

Stay in bed and make-out it is. After about an hour of doing this activity you two eventually do end up going to your favorite coffee shop for lunch.

You stop by Aunt Mays home to bring her flowers and chocolates. It had been so long since she’d received anything on Valentine’s Day that the action brought tears to her eyes. You also lay a few roses on Bens grave with a small picture of May taped to the stems.

Peter doesn’t go on patrol that night—dedicating his evening to you so he can shower you with attention. You two cuddle by a fire, enjoying the company while a random show you’ve been binge watching plays on the tv. “I can’t believe you got me into this reality trash tv.” “Oh hush you love it—ooo Snooki is not going to be happy with Vinny.”

The man is the type of person who will order a pizza for you guys—but requests for it be cut in the shape of a heart.

Ice cream is a must for Valentine’s Day date night. You both get your favorite flavor and feed spoonfuls to each other—Peter even dabbing some on your cheek so he could lick it off. “EW! Peter—what the hell?” “Mmmh I love strawberry—great flavor.”

You two dance around like maniacs when you get tired of watching tv—basically having a dance battle in the living room, but Peter always wins cause he’s got knees like no other man you’ve seen. “Dancing to Rasputin on Just Dance prepared me for this moment, Y/n.”

When the song changes to Paul Anka’s ‘Put Your Head On My Shoulders,’ you’re brought to his arms, Peter tucking your head beneath his chin—because he’s so damn tall—and you two sway to the beat of the soft melody. It’s makes the warmth in your heart rise, enjoying being held by the man you love—your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.

Eventually Peter becomes mischievous because his lips go to your neck to press kisses to the skin—the action making you heat up. “Peter…” “What I’m just giving you some lovin’.” “You know how this is going to end. “Maybe that’s what I’m hoping for.”

Lovers day was all about loving after all 😉