#he meets peter and he’s immediately planning their wedding

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i believe in shy alpha bucky barnes supremacy

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Hi! I’m a somewhat new follower, and I loved your milesganke art so much!

I wanted to ask for your own potential headcanons regarding the miles and ganke’s relationship dynamics.

(I.e. marriage, any arguments, what they’re like living together,…. possible future kids👀, etc.)

Lol hopefully this question isn’t confusing.😭

AAAAAAAA IM SO HAPPY YOU ASKED!!!!!!!!!!!

Ok Imma type the rest cuz my hand is getting tired

-Miles and 20 and Ganke is 19 when they move out. Ganke and Miles see their families once a week.

-I’ve said this before but Miles doesn’t go to college. He trains under Misty Knight and works with S.H.E.I.L.D more as he’s learning more about detective work (and is lowkey preparing to take over as the the new Spider-Man leader once Peter retires)

-Ganke is going to school for tech shit but eventually changes is major to social work (there’s a huge reason for this that I’ll get into in another post)

-They end up adopting a black cat that was called Midnight at the shelter but never really responded to the name. The people working at the shelter said “looks like she chose you” seeing how well she bonded with Ganke immediately. He renamed her CoCo. She’s a sweet girl, a little weird though.

-They aren’t super PDA with each other but much like how Peter and MJ are in my AU (who also aren’t super PDA) you could hear a conversation they’d have with each other and be like “oh! They really care for each other”

-they switch chores and household responsibilities depending on work and school scheduling

-They can both be workaholics AND night owls so they constantly have to hold each other accountable for yknow…resting.

-they make a specific day out of the week where they both do nothing having to do with school or work. They just sleep in and have a slow morning and watch Burn Notice all day and talk about nothing and anything all at once.

-They’re both not screamers when they argue but can throw some hurtful words around that they regret saying once they cool down. Also Ganke can be dismissive when he’s irritated or angry. Something they learn to work on overtime.

-Big spoon/Little spoon is interchangeable depending on how they sleepin that day.

-Miles is the better cook. He like cooks well without even trying. It infuriates Ganke but he can’t be too mad cuz he gets to eat the food.

-It would be 5 years before Miles pops the big question.

-Miles is a giant sap who knew he was gonna marry Ganke the moment they started dating.

-He would propose at the park. He proposed there because that’s where they would have playdates when they were kids.

-Ganke just laughs because he planned on proposing to him a week later. He obviously says yes.

-The wedding isn’t big. They make sure to save a seat for Gankes dad. He put a framed picture on his chair to represent his attendance.

-They do the same for Uncle Aaron despite him and Miles’s tumultuous relationship.

-Hobie is the best man

-Gwen is the maid of honor

-It would be about 3 years or so before they meet 2 super powered little ones, a boy and a girl. They’re fraternal twins. They end up adopting the twins.

This is it for now. I’m sure there’s more stuff my brain can’t think of right now. BUT THANK YOU THOUGH FOR BEING INVESTED ENOUGH TO ASK ME QUESTIONS YOU DONT KNOW HOW HAPPY IT MADE ME TO SEE YOU ASK THIS QUESTION!

I actually have so much set up plot wise for this AU that I might as well do it legitimately. But imma take my time if I do.

Anyway I hope you enjoyed my ramblings!

UPDATE: I meant to say that Miles is NOT out to his parents.

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Hey dude hey, okay so I want to know about so so many of this but pretty please tell me about king boy alex who’s having lots of emotions 🙏🏻

Thank you for the ask Kyleigh!!

This au my beloved <3 It's my unhinged poly arranged marriage royalty au (I actually have 2 of those but this one is my favorite).

So basically how it goes is Prince Alexander's parents decide he needs to be married so they arrange a marriage between him and Princess Lucinda (aka Luke), who is trans but not out to his parents. And their whole honeymoon is Alex being like "oh no I can't get to close bc she actually likes me but I'm gay" and Luke being like "oh no I really like him but he must be pushing me away bc he knows I'm not a woman" and then they both accidentally confess to each other and actually fall in love now that they know they're both men interested in men.

But then Alex's parents find out that Luke is a man (and is intent on living as one) and since royals can't get divorced, they decide to tell the kingdom that "Princess Lucinda" has died tragically in her sleep, which allows Luke to transition (Alex's parents are against this part but Luke's parents ended up being supportive so they were kinda forced to go along with it).

But Alex is once again wifeless. So they decide, okay, you blew it with the "princess," so the next best thing is marrying Duke Covington's daughter, Lady Wilhelmina (aka Willie). Alex is planning on telling Willie that he's gay in an attempt to get him to call the marriage off, but he realizes almost immediately how abusive Caleb is and tells Willie "look I will marry you to get you out of there but I need you to know I'm gay and this is my husband who used to be my wife." And Willie is like "thank god bc I'm a man too" and Alex and Luke are like "a man you say 👀 did we happen to mention how handsome you are" and they bring Willie into their relationship. When Willie is ready, they tell Alex's parents that Alex's wife is once again his husband now and they tell the kingdom that Princess Wilhelmina has tragically died in a fire (he was a known arson enthusiast).

Aaand once again Alex needs a new wife bc there are still no heirs (and any made with Luke and Willie would be illegitimate). Alex's parents are running out of eligible women, but they meet Duchess Regina Peters (who runs the estate with her twin brother Reggie, or at least that's what Reggie, who is genderfluid and is also Regina, wants the world to think). And they're like you seem female and eligible will you marry our son. And Reggie's like yeah sure why not, except when he finds out Alex is gay he shows up to the wedding in Man Mode and it starts a riot but Alex finds a way to make the marriage go through anyway (maybe that they put Regina on the marriage certificate idk). And then two weeks later "Duchess Regina" is tragically trampled by sheep.

Alex's parents are exhausted. They're furious. They're 99% convinced Alex has hired a witch to turn all his fiances into men. And they're like fuck it. This time you pick a woman (bc maybe he's turning them all into men bc he doesn't like that his parents picked them.) And Alex sees an opportunity here. Bc back when Luke first came out, Alex's sister had a lady in waiting named Robin. And Robin had confided in Luke and Alex that he was trans as well. And so when Alex's parents say "you pick" he immediately points at Bobby and says "That one." (important to note that he did not consult with Bobby on this beforehand, Bobby nearly chokes on his food). And after they get married, Bobby comes out and suddenly Lady Robin has tragically drowned.

So now Alex has four husbands who are also in love with each other and still no wives, and it's at this point that Lady Julie (Luke's lady-in-waiting who just kinda stuck around after Luke's legal death) is like "You know I'd marry you to get your parents off your back right?"

And so Julie and Alex get married, and after she stays a woman for a year Alex's parents finally relax. And then Julie gets pregnant! And they're so happy that they finally step down and let Alex take the throne. Except... how is Julie pregnant? And when she gives birth, why does the baby look nothing like Alex??

Maybe bc after wedding #3 Reggie mentioned to Alex that he has a friend from school who is a trans woman named Flynn. And maybe Alex decided to hire her as his new royal advisor to give her an opportunity to transition. And maybe just maybe she and Julie fell in love.

And THAT is the tale of King Alexander, his four undead husbands, his wife, his wife's wife, and the royal-ish baby they're all raising together

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Fic: I'll Settle For You

For the anon who requested Pmart and "two miserable guests aat a wedding", have this darkfic in which Jon never woke up from his S3 coma, but Elias married him anyway. SFW but with dark subtext and angst so beware.

I'll Settle For You

Martin is a little surprised when Basira and Melanie show up at the wedding.

"I know he wasn't your- favorite person," he says, leaving the understatement to linger in the air. His words are directed at Melanie, who doesn't deny them; she just frowns as she pushes her hands into the pockets of her jacket, continuing to glare at Martin, but Martin notices from the corner of his eye how Basira glances down for a second, biting her lip. Perhaps it's out of regret; for what, Martin doesn't know. Doesn't really care, either. He just wants to know why these two are here.

"Jon still deserved better than this," Melanie grumbles, and this time she looks down, too. "I don't believe for one second that Elias is doing this out of the goodness of his heart or whatever bullshit he has been pouring into everyone's ears. This is just creepy." She shudders. "I'm surprised that you're okay with this."

"Melanie, you said you wouldn't," Basira warns, but it's obvious from her tone she doesn't expect her words to actually have an effect.

"What did he show you, Martin?" Melanie asks, looking up again. "What could have possibly convinced you that this wedding is in any way acceptable?"

Martin knows he doesn't owe her, nor Basira, any answers. But he knows that Melanie isn't wrong, either; Elias shouldn't be out of prison, Martin shouldn't be allowing this to happen, and Jon shouldn't be a living corpse. Unfortunately for all of them, none of it matters.

"Just the truth," Martin says. "That's all I will tell you. Sorry."

He is gambling a bit, hoping that Melanie isn't really that invested in the answer. It pays off as she just nods, but he feels a pang of sadness anyway.

*

The wedding itself is a quiet event. Martin is pretty sure nothing that's happening is actually legal, but the law ceased to matter the moment Elias walked out of the prison and nobody ever came after him, and decency ceased to matter once Elias made Martin understand how much Jon loved Elias and not him. Martin watches closely as Elias slides the ring onto Jon's slack finger, and when he lifts Jon's hand up to his lips to kiss it on the knuckles. He makes sure not to even glance at Jon's face.

Melanie and Basira leave immediately after the ceremony is over, Melanie as loudly as possible and Basira with quiet contempt, but Martin stays around, because he needs to remember Jon somehow. So he takes a glass of champagne and a piece of cake, ignoring Elias who is sitting in a corner table with Jon's sleeping figure, and heads over to the table where the only other guest is sitting.

"So," Martin says as he sits down, "what are your feelings about all of this?"

It hasn't escaped his notice that Peter is visibly unhappy, which is something he rarely is; although Martin's time as Peter's assistant was cut short in the end, he did gain some understanding to how Peter ticks, and this refusal to look into Martin's direction isn't part of Peter's usual facade. But Peter doesn't try to leave from the table, and eventually he sighs and turns to face Martin.

"It's a big gruesome, isn't it?" Peter comments, resting his arms on the table as he leans on it. "Elias basically just married a dead man. What is he planning to do with him exactly? He's not going to respond to anything. The Beholding has him now."

Martin flinches. "Anything could still happen," he says, but even as he says the words, he knows it's more out of habit than of any genuine belief. He waits for Peter to mock him for it, but Peter doesn't say anything, reaching out for Martin's champagne instead.

"I just don't see a point in such devotion." Peter takes the glass, meeting Martin's eyes before knowingly taking a sip from it. Martin shrugs, digging into his cake.

"They were in love, I guess. You do all kinds of stupid things when you are in love." The cake is the sweetest possible thing, and while it isn't unbearably so, Martin quickly realizes that he isn't hungry at all. But he keeps eating it, reasoning that since he took a piece, he must finish it. This is the last meal he will ever share with Jon, after all.

Even though Jon wouldn't really care, Martin does.

"Yes," Peter mumbles. "Yes, you do stupid things."

Peter takes another sip of the champagne, a big one this time, leaving a tiny bit on the bottom of the glass. Martin doesn't know where to look, glancing between the champagne glass and the cake, and he knows that his vision is getting blurrier with every bite he eats, but he doesn't try to wipe his eyes. If he does, his tears will start falling for real, and he can't have that happen in front of Peter. Why did he come sit here, anyway? He knows Peter doesn't care.

"A long time ago, I thought he loved me," Peter says. "I have known it's not true for almost as long, and yet sometimes I'm surprised."

Martin closes his eyes, continuing to shovel the cake into his mouth. But soon the piece he took is gone, and he can only bite the insides of his cheeks, try not to lose it.

He hears the champagne glass cling slightly as Peter sets it down on the table; it must be empty, too. Peter's chair scrapes against the floor seconds later; that's only to be expected, too. Martin lowers the spoon onto the cake plate, running his hand over his face, clutching his mouth to keep its corners from twisting downward.

"You should come with me." Peter's voice seems to carry over to Martin's ears from far away, but when Martin opens his eyes, he finds Peter standing right next to him. "No use staying here anymore. You did your duty, you gave them your sorrow. You can keep it for yourself now."

Martin snorts, although Peter is saying nothing funny. Well, maybe a little funny; Martin has no idea if this is an attempt to comfort him or make him feel worse, but it's making him feel something at least.

"Are you going to kill me?" he asks as he lowers his hand from his mouth, looking up at Peter. He's not entirely sure if he wants to hear a no, or a yes.

Therefore when Peter shakes his head, he doesn't know how to feel.

"Now that I no longer run the Institute, Elias is back to disapproving it if I try to kill his employees," Peter says, sounding a little bit more like his usual self, "and I will try to stay on good terms with him. So no. I just think we could- commiserate with each other."

Martin is not sure if it's a good sign that Peter wants to commiserate with him. But he can hear Elias starting to speak in the corner, loud enough for them to hear, and Martin knows that if Elias wants them to bear witness to something, he doesn't want to be around for it. He feels awful about abandoning Jon, but Peter is right; Martin has done all he can for a man who doesn't love him. He nods, standing up.

"Let's commiserate, then," he says. "Lead the way."

He doesn't expect Peter to take him by the hand, but as mist starts to gather around them, shielding them from the sound and the sight of the married couple, he doesn't pull his hand away.

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Love is the Flower You've Got to Let Grow [PHOTO EDIT]

This is basically a what-if Stephen and Tony knew each other since they were kids, but they kinda drifted apart cuz shit happened.

Prompts: Treehouse, Fireworks, Streetlights

The quotes used in the edit are by Loretta Young and John Galsworthy.

AO3

A little headcanon/au idea below:

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This idea is still within the MCU verse but not Endgame compliant. All the stuff in the movies still happened, but the beginning is different. Maria went on a trip with Tony and the Jarvises while Howard was busy doing SI stuff. Maria just wanted Tony to have fun and isn’t constantly grilled about what he knows by Howard.

Let’s somehow make Beverly, Stephen’s mom, be friends with Maria, so they want Stephen and Tony to meet. Howard has a winter home in the Rockies or whatever, so Maria invited the Stranges to the winter home. Tony and Stephen immediately click, having so much fun because Tony isn’t punished for doing childish things for the first time ever. Stephen has someone to play with who isn’t his sister; Donna is still a baby. 

Tony and Stephen play in the treehouse, where it’s warm inside; Jarvis and Ana are in the little sunroom next to the treehouse to keep an eye on them. Tony and Stephen have so much fun playing make-believe. Like the whole week, Stephen and Tony can be found playing in the snow and the treehouse.

A time skip to like the high school times, and Tony got early admission to college, so (some mathing is happening) Stephen as a senior who just graduated, Tony in his third year of college. Tony and Stephen kind of drifted apart between the time skip. Let’s just imagine Obadiah convincing Howard to change his mind when Maria wants to relax at their winter home and take Tony with her to have fun in the snow away from the grilling from Howard. It’s summer, and Stephen just graduated and he’s on a summer trip with his parents, but they’re letting him explore by himself. They’re in New York, and Stephen is wandering around Central Park when he sees a familiar face. Tony recognizes him too but is hesitant because what if it isn’t Stephen? Anyways, Rhodey pushes Tony into calling out for Stephen because he can tell that Tony might have feelings for him. Rhodey walks a few paces away from the two because that’s his brother with someone he doesn’t know, even though Tony knows him. Rhodey is a little overprotective because he’s witnessed many people just using Tony to get some kind of 15 minutes of fame or money. Stephen and Tony end up watching the fireworks that go off at night. That’s also the same night that Rhodey knows the two are meant to be, but the timing isn’t fitting, like it’s not time for them to be a couple yet.

Another time skip, and again isn’t time yet for Tony and Stephen to be a couple, and they know it.  It’s been a few years since the last time they met. Stephen has graduated pre-med and is now in med school. Tony has graduated and is taking the reins of Stark Industries a few years after the death of his parents. The two just happened to see each other as they walked the sidewalks in downtown new york. They also end up spending a few hours together. It’s nighttime and theyre at central park and under a lamp, they kiss. They know that they love each other, but it isn’t time yet. They kiss as a promise to find each other in the future.

Bonus Time Skip:

Many times skip later, and it’s post Endgame, and Tony is still alive. During Infinity War, when Pepper and Tony were at Central Park, they were just sharing their wedding dreams. Pepper thinking about her future wedding plans for her, Happy and May, and Tony thinking about Stephen and what their wedding might look like. Again, Peter Quill and Rocket remembered how the Guardians dealt with the Power Stone and got everyone to hold hands with Tony, so the energy from the Infinity Stones isn’t all following into Tony. Tony wakes up in a hospital bed and Stephen is asleep in a chair next to his bed. Stephen wakes up when Tony places his hand on top of Stephen’s head. Stephen abruptly stands and passionately kisses Tony right on the lips. After they kiss, Tony all of a sudden proposes on the spot. Stephen says yes. Tony convinces Stephen to get on the hospital bed so they can cuddle. Rhodey who also happens to be in the room is like “Oof this is deja vu with the rooftop scene all over again.”

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What Peter Parker meets introvert book nerd! Reader who always spends her free time mostly in the library.

AHHH I LOVE THIS CUZ I LOVE READING

PETER PARKER X (NERD) READER

(Any) Peter Parker x reader headcannons/imagine

Peter most definitely met you when he was looking for a book for a class

Your favorite staff member was the librarian because she was nice. So whenever you had nothing to do you would go help her— and she always let you take any books you wanted.

One day while you were helping her organize some books Peter looked so lost looking at the shelf of several books.

You helped him get the book he needed and he thanked you, and that was it.

But Peter couldn’t stop thinking about you, he immediately fell for you, your voice, eyes, he thought you were beautiful

Peter returned to the library every three days to see you but he didn’t want to make it obvious. (But it was pretty obvious)

One day he caught you reading, only a few people in the library, searching through aisles, he went up to you and started a conversation

You two clicked, it was easy to talk to him which you liked since you weren’t a very social person, you hardly knew how to spark a convo

Peter asked you out on a date to get coffee and donuts and you couldn’t say no to coffee or donuts so you agreed.

To summarize it the date went amazing, and you agreed for another date, and then another, and another. Then he asked you to be his gf and you said yes.

Since you spent your free time in the library it was always easy for him to find you, he’d bring coffee for both of you and he’d sit with you— sometimes he would distract you from your book but other times he’d have to finish his class work.

So you two would sit in silence but it was alright because it was comfortable to sit in silence with Peter

Then when you two left the library he’d walk you back home and he’d give you a goodbye kiss.

(If you lived with your dad then Peter would kiss you a few houses before yours because he’s afraid of your dad)

After a few months-getting to a year of dating Peter, your parents trusted him and let him come over and have dinner with you guys.

To say the least your family loved him, he loved you, you loved him, and aunt may was planning the wedding.

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Okay, I seem to have attracted some attention with my post about my potential headcanons about Callie’s mother, so...

It’s all under the cut.

TRIGGER WARNING: Bullying, Antisemitism, Roman Catholicism upbringing, fertility issues, miscarriages, alcoholism, ovarian cancer, character death, canon character death, parental abandonment, depression.

Cathleen Anne Paige was born on January 2, 1945 to William and Colleen Paige. She is the third of four sisters. Her family practices Roman Catholicism and is of Belgian descent on both sides.

This is what I imagine Cathleen to look like:

She loves performing and writing stories. By the beginning of her story, she’s performed in a few of her church’s concerts, and even played the Virgin Mary in the Nativity play one year.

She spent the first twelve years of her life growing up in Madison, Wisconsin before her family moved to Cleveland, Ohio.

On her first day at her new school, some rotten kid pushes her bike, causing her to fall on top of Egon Spengler.

She gets pretty scraped up on her knees and elbows, and Egon shyly offers to walk with her to the nurse’s office, which she agrees.

While they wait for the nurse to come in, she begins talking about the stories that she writes, and he tells her about the experiments that he’s been working on.

He’s surprised when she listens to him intently, and even mentions that to her.

They quickly become best friends; Egon’s family is relieved (”He’s finally doing something the book said he would!”) and love inviting her over, but Cathleen’s family is very reluctant due to him being Jewish.

Not to mention, Cathleen found herself taking some crap from the kids who bullied Egon.

Prior to the beginning of their first year of high school, one of Cathleen’s two older sisters gives her the whole “men and women can’t be friends” spiel.

I haven’t exactly worked out what made them get together romantically, but they begin a romantic relationship on Halloween.

Egon graduates two years early, so their relationship was long-distance until Cathleen graduated and joined him in New York so she could study at Julliard.

While Egon studies for his second degree-- this time, a degree in parapsychology at NYU-- he meets Peter Venkman and Ray Stantz.

Cathleen is also part of their friend group, having finished at Julliard and is now studying creative writing at NYU.

Egon and Cathleen marry on May 7th, 1974.

This is what I imagine Cathleen’s wedding dress to have looked like (sans the necklace):

Both Peter and Ray doubled as the best man (though, let’s face it, Peter probably took the reins on planning the bachelor party) while one of Cathleen’s theater friends and her younger sister were her maids of honor.

Soon, Egon and Cathleen made the decision to start trying for a baby.

Cathleen became pregnant almost immediately, but suffered a miscarriage before she was even aware.

This experience shook her, and she asked that they wait to try again.

In 1978, Cathleen becomes pregnant again, but miscarries when she’s eighteen weeks along.

She’s told that it’s unlikely that she could ever carry to term, sending her into depression.

She takes up alcohol to cope, but after an incident where she throws a bottle of scotch onto the kitchen floor during an argument with Egon, and she slips and falls into the debris, she begins to sober up.

Egon and Cathleen briefly relocate to Cambridge so he can pursue a doctorate in nuclear engineering.

Once again, Cathleen gets pregnant, but they approach the situation with cautious optimism.

On January 21st, 1981, Callie Violet Spengler is born (Random tidbit: “Callie” was chosen because in her drugged-up stupor, Cathleen suggested naming her “Calliope” after the muse in Greek mythology).

When Egon returns to work from parental leave, Cathleen struggles with taking care of Callie without his help, with him coming home one day to find her in tears.

Cathleen is eventually cast in a new role, but suddenly finds herself having difficulty leaving Callie at daycare.

Around Callie's first birthday, Cathleen begins to suspect that she's pregnant again.

But during her doctor's appointment, she learns that she has ovarian cancer and that it’s already metastasized.

While she begins chemotherapy treatments, she accepts that her time is coming.

The family returns to Cleveland because Cathleen wants to spend her last days with her in-laws.

Cathleen Spengler dies on March 9, 1982 in the early hours of the morning.

She’s buried back in New York.

Upon returning to New York, Egon attempts to adjust to life as a single father, but Callie is inconsolable without her mother.

Even with the help of his friends, he still struggles.

Cathleen's parents arrive to visit, along with Egon's family, as Passover and Easter intersect that year.

Cathleen's parents always disapproved of Egon, both because of his eccentricities and his Jewish heritage.

They stay over during the Seder dinner, and continually criticize Egon's parenting.

Eventually, Egon has had enough and suggests to them that maybe they should try raising Callie.

They actually take the idea seriously, suggesting that Egon is an unfit father.

Having spent a month wallowing in depression and grief, Egon believes them and relinquishes custody of Callie to his in-laws, despite his side of the family protesting.

Egon makes occasional visits to Cleveland throughout the year, visiting Callie.

After Callie's second birthday, the Paiges relocate to Chicago without telling Egon.

This is what convinces him to stop wearing his wedding ring, leaving it at Cathleen's grave.

Over the course of the second movie, while interacting with baby Oscar, Egon has flashes of memories of Cathleen and Callie.

He tries to call Callie after the defeat of Vigo, but his mother-in-law says that she doesn't want to talk to him.

Meanwhile, now eight-year-old Callie bounces in, asking if her father called like he promised.

Her grandmother tells her that he didn't.

After the events of Afterlife, Egon is finally able to reunite with Cathleen.

I’ve also created an alternate universe where Cathleen is alive during the events of the films, and Callie stays with them.

While Cathleen’s main focus is on her acting career, she is pretty much a Ghostbuster.

In “The Real Ghostbusters” and “Extreme Ghostbusters,” she would be voiced by Melissa Fahn.

Unlike the other characters, her cartoon self is pretty similar to her live-action appearance, except she has green eyes instead of grey.

In Ghostbusters II, Cathleen is pregnant again.

After the defeat of Vigo, she goes into labor.

She gives birth to a baby girl that she and Egon name Marie, breaking her side of the family’s tradition of giving the girls “C” names.

This is how I image Marie to look like in Afterlife.

While Callie still becomes estranged from Egon in this ‘verse, Marie absolutely idolizes her father and wishes to follow in his footsteps.

This is a point of contention between the two sisters, as Callie believes that Egon loves Marie more than her.

Marie did try to stop Callie from running away to Chicago, but Callie refused to listen to her.

After Egon’s death, Cathleen was suspected to have dementia due to her constant insistence that he was right, but she is quickly vindicated.

In this universe, Marie and her love interest (I haven’t named him yet, but I imagine him to be played by Jeremy Jordan) are possessed by Zuul and Vinz.

The two sisters are able to reconcile with each other and with their parents by the end of the film.

[alaffy]

The Gilded Age, Ep 2x05 – Close Enough to Touch (Spoilers)

Going to quickly recap this episode.  Not because I’m behind, but because this episode was so phoned in by the writers.  I’m sorry, but there was nothing in this episode that was entirely or almost entirely predictable.

Larry is behaving foolishly, so he’s being sent back to New York.  Once there, he has a chance encounter with Marion.  And, again, it’s clear that the writers are doing a slow burn with these two characters.  The scene shows they are both compatible for each other, but neither of them realize this yet.

Also, Larry is put to work by George.  It turns out that George is one of the trustees overseeing the building of the New Brooklyn Bridge; but there seems to be some question about the man overseeing the project.  George can’t look into it as he has to deal with the possible strike in his factory.  Larry is asked to check it out.  Larry goes to the man’s house and quickly deduces that it is his wife who is actually running the project.  As it can’t be known that a woman is in charge (as people might not use the bridge because it was built by a woman and how can a woman know such things?}, they have to keep up the ruse.

Miss Beaton is asking around about Oscar’s intentions.  Oscar, meanwhile, is able to convince Miss Beaton to allow him to go meet with her financial advisor.  There Oscar finds out about how Miss Beaton’s money is being used in an investment opportunity.  One that Oscar, even though he doesn’t know what it is and the advisor is quite vague in his answers, decides to purchase a small stake in.  This is the one plot that I’m not sure where it’s going simply because I’m not sure if Oscar is being his usual greedy self or if he’s using money to figure out if Miss Beaton is getting duped. 

Peggy and Fortune continue to work on their story in Alabama.  They are invited to go the restaurant that is owned by one of the student’s mothers.  Of course, this is where Peggy gets a taste of what life is really like in the South.  It’s clear this is supposed to be a place of refuge.  I say supposed to be, as this is based on the real world and, unsurprisingly, there are many folks who don’t allow that kind of comfort.  During the meal two white males, one who seems to have been the enslaver of the mother, come in and start harassing the patrons.  This becomes too much for Fortune, who demands that the two men stop.  He even gets into a shoving match with one of the men.  Of course, he quickly realizes that this action has put Peggy and himself in a lot of danger.  The two end up hiding from a mob in a barn.  After the mob passes, in the heat of the moment, the two kiss.  I admit I don’t know much about the history of Fortune; it is possible he was known to have relations with other women other than his wife.  But if that isn’t the case and this is something they’re just making up for drama, eh no.  Don’t do that.

Ada tells Agnes about how she’s getting married…in a week.  Agnes disapproves and tries to get everyone not to attend the wedding.  She even tries to get the Rector to not marry her sister.  In the end, everyone goes to the wedding…including Agnes.  As quickly as they are going through this storyline, I fully expect Luke to be dead by the end of the season. 

Bertha is about to host The Duke and everything must go perfectly.  Enter Ms. Winterton and her grade B villain schemes.  Long story short, as she knows the party will mean they will hire temporary cooks, she has a man she knows get a job on the inside.  She also enlists the help of Peter, one of the waiters at the Russel house, to help.  And their plan may have worked had they not LITERALLY DONE EVERY ACT OF SABATOGE INFRONT OF THE REST OF THE STAFF!!  The staff immediately know what happened, know who was behind it, and quickly save the day.  Meanwhile, like a lamb to the slaughter, Georgina is paraded in front of The Duke.  We know what Bertha wants. 

[ao3feed-tomarry-harrymort]

Until Eternity Ends

Until Eternity Ends

by constellation_and_contemplation

As Dahlia lied there, on some random Carrow estate, she began to seize. She thought about how odd it was that Amycus did not come immediately to his sister's aid. How he must have come to the back and maybe seen her flask. How, as a last ditched effort, he must have put something in it that her pendant hadn't detected. How Luna may have seen something like this coming.

She thought how absolutely disappointed Moody was going to be when she met him on the other side.

Dahlia's seizing slowed as her limbs became rigid and her lungs stuttered to a stop. Her vision turned fully white and she lost all feeling of her body... when she finally heard it. She hoped it was a hallucination but had a sneaking suspicion that she was not that lucky.

"Hello, Mistress," a gravelly voice crooned.

 Dahlia Potter, now an adult, was a lot less naive about the world and a lot more jaded with the way things were. After dying violently on the job, meeting Death, and returning to her younger body, she has a chance to change the past.

With no intention of blindly following everyone else's plans, she is going to change everything. And she doesn't mind if she has to get her hands dirty. In fact, she hopes she does.

Words: 7879, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/M

Characters: Harry Potter, Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Death (Harry Potter), Albus Dumbledore, Severus Snape, Neville Longbottom, Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Barty Crouch Jr., Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Charlie Weasley, Bill Weasley, Lily Evans Potter, James Potter, Peter Pettigrew, Bellatrix Black Lestrange, Lucius Malfoy, Minerva McGonagall

Relationships: Harry Potter/Tom Riddle | Voldemort

Additional Tags: The whole gang is here, just assume everyone is involved one way or another, Female Harry Potter, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Master of Death Harry Potter, Time Travel, Time Travel Fix-It, Slytherin Harry Potter, Dark Harry Potter, not insane but a little too okay with violence, The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black, Noble House of Potter, Most Ancient House of Peverell, Explicit Sexual Content, Explicit Language, James Potter and Lily Evans Potter's Wedding, Albus Dumbledore Bashing, Horcruxes, Dark Magic, Blood and Violence, Magically Powerful Harry Potter, Powerful Tom Riddle, Protective Harry Potter, Possessive Tom Riddle, Pureblood Culture (Harry Potter), Dark Lord Harry Potter, Abusive Dursley Family (Harry Potter), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48304888

[takenbyheartstrings]

HONEYMOON OF A LIFETIME.

summary: when MJ gets sick the day after her wedding, a non-refundable, all expenses paid honeymoon to a lodge up in the mountains waits for her. but she gets sick, and asks you and your biggest enemy to take her and Harry's place.

pairing: enemies to lovers! fake dating! peter parker x fem!reader

warnings: SMUT!! a bit angsty, fluffy, mentions of heights, mentions of cheating! i also did not proofread so sorry for that.

word count: 12.1k (2.8k of smut) you can tell i got carried away....

authors note: HEAVILY inspired by the Unhoneymooners!! THIS CAN be read as a generic Peter Parker fic, use ur imagination! I wrote this with Tom in my head but you can read it for Andrew or Tobey! There's a short flashback to the trip to Europe in FFH, but there's no mentions of villains or anything, so it literally can just be taken as a class trip (Gwen, Ned, Felicia, Betty, MJ, Mary Jane, Harry Osborn etc. are all in this) There's TWO mentions of web-shooters, but that's about all <3

MJ and Harry were getting married, this was a big deal. Way bigger than any of the plans that you had come up with for the past few months. You had spent day on top of day helping MJ and Harry plan their honeymoon, plan everything for their wedding. Harry was loaded and upon that, MJ felt like she needed to do something special for him that didn’t involve taking his money. She always felt like she had to make up for the things he’d buy her, even though she deserved them all.

So, when MJ had asked you to help her win a contest that consisted of an amazing, in the mountains, all expenses paid (undefendable) holiday resort, that just happened to fall a day after their wedding, you obviously agreed to help her. The two of you had won after hard months of signing paperwork, calling places, buying burner phones to help you get a better chance at this holiday. You won.

Everything was already handled, all they had to do was simply show up.

Harry was ecstatic that she went out of her way to do all this for him. But what they weren’t ecstatic about was what happened when the wedding ensued.

You heard a knock on the bridal suite’s door, opening it to find Peter Parker. The boy you had known for too long, the boy you hated and the boy who hated you. It simply was to put that you just didn’t like each other – or maybe it was the fact that the whole of High School and the whole of college the two of you were simply trying to fight for the top spot, and now you both had to share the spotlight at your two best friend’s wedding. You were too similar, never using that to get along, but it was some stupid competition that had never and probably would never die out.

You rolled your eyes as you met his, “What can I do for you, Parker?”

His eyes cascaded over you – usually, he would expect for you to be wearing something hideous, like most bridesmaid dresses were. But MJ was different, she had picked out simply the most beautiful thing Peter had ever seen on you, and he was taken aback for a moment. A stain dress in the colour of coral red sat on your skin, the V-line cutting way too deep that it almost reach your stomach, your shoes were white, and your hair wasn’t done yet, but he could tell everything just worked on you. You were the maid of honour and had he have not seen MJ yet; he probably would’ve thought you were the most beautiful person at the wedding.

But Peter didn’t know what he was thinking, so he shook himself out of his daze, meeting your eyes after almost a second, “Harry just wanted to me to see if MJ was alright,”

“He could’ve texted me.”

“Right, but he wanted me to see for myself,”

It bothered you a little that Harry didn’t trust you to tell Peter the truth – but he was slightly right, Peter would’ve texted you and you would’ve told him to fuck off. Harry had his reasons, you suppose.

You opened the door wider, reluctantly letting Peter inside, “Whatever,”

MJ smiles as Peter walks into the room, “Hey, Pete! What’s up?” Her face immediately turns to worry, “Is something wrong with Harry? Did he run away? Ohmygod, he probably ran away.”

Peter’s eyes widen, “Nonononono! Everything is fine, Harry just wanted me to see if you were okay.”

MJ lets go of her breath, “Oh! Well, I’m fine. Is he okay?”

“Great,” Peter confirms, “Well, that’s all, I’ll see you guys at the ceremony then.”

You watch Peter leave as Betty perks up, “At least Harry didn’t leave you.”

Gwen and Felicia both let out a gasp, “Betty!!”

“What?” She lifts her hands up in surrender, you and MJ locking eyes and laughing at your friends.

*

Thankfully, the ceremony goes smoothly and you’re currently watching MJ and Harry dance in the middle of the dance floor. You honestly couldn’t be prouder of your best friend. The dance was soon over and now it was time for you and Peter to give your speeches. You locked eyes with him as you stood where the microphone was, the gaze speaking volumes.

My speech is much better than yours.

You wish it was.

You cleared your throat as you felt all eyes on you – a pro at public speaking you had quickly become over your academic years, speech memorised, you knew you would ace this.

“When I had first met the bride and the groom, I thought oh god, what have I gotten myself into. I thought that twice in the same year,” You chuckle, “When I met MJ, I always knew she was destined for great things. For love. She deserved it and I knew that. But I’m not quite sure she did.”

You paused for a moment, meeting her soft smile. She was happy today. Her hair in a braid and veil over her head, the white dress she’d spoken down on oh so long ago graced her skin.

You laughed in familiar memory, “When MJ and I first talked about getting married – Which we both thought would happen to me first.” The guests laugh with you, “MJ had told me she wanted a black dress. I asked her why and she told me that it would match her soul. But today she’s wearing white. Today I see that her soul has been made brighter, made lighter. Her eyes sparkle with love every time she sees Harry. It was four years ago that MJ let herself fall in love. Regardless of Harry’s obvious pining over the past… eight years?” You question yourself, which gains another laugh, “But you got the girl, Harry, and you got the love you deserve, MJ, the love you both deserve. Congratulations.”

You wrap up your speech, feeling pride bubble up in your stomach, Peter’s eyes meeting yours and you could sense the feeling that he knew he was fucked. But you were wrong, the ‘fucked look’ Peter had on his face quickly turned into a mist of mischievous. You were fucked.

“I have never loved anyone.” Peter speaks, “Well, I have but not truely, I’ve had crushes, girlfriends. But I started to lose hope. I started to feel myself get lost. When I met Harry, we instantly clicked, and, no, this is not me professing my love for him.”

A laugh from the audience – even a slight snicker from you.

“I introduced him to our friends. I introduced him to MJ, and when Michelle walked away from us after making some sarcastic comment about death and destruction in our society, Harry turned to me and said, ‘I’m going to marry that girl,’… Maybe that’s when my hope in love restored. I watched Harry pine over someone for at least four years of his life. Continuing on, never having eyes for anyone else but MJ. He never pressured himself on her. He never asked her out – and, although, he claims he made the first move… I’m not one hundred percent sure that’s actually true.”

Peter sighs, turning to face both Harry and MJ. Tears in their eyes… something that you hadn’t done… It didn’t matter about winning and losing anymore, though, you were just happy they were happy and besides, Peter would not let you forget that he made them cry and you didn’t.

“Thank you… Thank you for restoring hope in love, if not just for me… for everyone here.” Peter lifts his flute of champagne, “Congratulations.”

Everyone claps for Peter, and you can almost feel tears welling in your eyes too. The speech had moved you, to say the least… God, you hated to admit that.

Peter’s eyes glanced over you and all he could do was smirk.

You rolled your eyes, turning your attention to the meal on your plate.

*

The next morning you were getting text after text, your phone essentially waking you up if not for your alarm going off two minutes after you could barely open your eyes. You opened your eyes to see twenty-five missed calls from MJ and fifty missed calls and over one hundred texts from Harry. You sat up, your hair a mess and wearing an oversized t-shirt you got from Italy on that school trip. Peter had actually bought it for you. You couldn’t remember why, but it stuck with you.

Immediately, you got out of bed and hurried up to Harry and MJ’s room in the elevator. You furiously knocked on the door wondering what had happened… if they were dead. Your knuckles were getting red and swollen from how hard you were pounding on the door. You went to hit the door again but met with Peter’s face.

“God, why the fuck are you here?” You question Peter as you barge into the room, finding Harry pacing back and forth in the middle of their penthouse, “Where’s MJ?” You questioned her, now husband.

“Throwing up in the toilet.” Harry spoke, “She’s got fucking food poising, the chef fucked up her steak last night and now she’s going to be here for about five days.”

“But what about your honeymoon?” Peter questions, “Didn’t MJ work her ass off to get that holiday for the two of you?”

MJ walks into the room, trash can in hand.

“Babe, what are you doing away from the bathroom?” Harry asks running over to her side again.

“I need to talk about the honeymoon… okay, I just, take it guys. You both need time off. The Bugle has you doing numbers, y/n. They have been for three years, let yourself relax, you have like ten thousand holiday days.”

“No, I can’t-” You’re interrupted.

“Yes. You can.” She groans, clutching her stomach, “…and Peter, you go too. You’re fucking Spider-Man, if that isn’t a cry for a time away, I don’t know what is.”

“But New York-” He’s interrupted.

“New York will last five days.”

You let out a dry laugh, “Regardless of whatever this is, MJ, I am not, going on a holiday to a resort in the mountains alone with Penis Parker.”

The nickname had to sting – You knew it did by the way Peter looked at you afterwards.

“God, you are such a bitch!” He groans, “All you do is fucking take the piss out of me, if you don’t want to go, then I’ll go on my fucking own.”

“Way to be a good role model for the children of New York.”

“At least I am a role model. You work for someone, and you are someone that only has shit falling out of her mouth.”

The irony of MJ’s vomiting interrupting Peter’s last comment made you chuckle slightly, but also rest a hand on your best friends shoulder as Harry looks at the two of you with an apology in his eyes. Even though there’s nothing to apologise for.

MJ groans, “Please, just do this. Y/n, you worked your ass off to ensure I got this, and if you don’t go that means all those months were put into nothing. I can’t have that happen. Harry and I can always pay to go back, but I know if I don’t ask you to do this now, you will never let yourself go on a holiday. You will never treat yourself.”

You feel guilty and you know she’s right. You’d probably never let yourself go. You never did. Even when you guys would go out partying, Jameson would always call you and order you around to do things for him and you had to comply otherwise you would get fired from the only job that actually paid you. You weren’t as lucky to get a job at Oscorp like Peter had, even if Norman knew you both, he took Peter based on the results of his application. You couldn’t fault Norman for being fair… your project just wasn’t as good as Peter’s, and you had to face that. So, no, you would never let yourself relax. Not as long as you worked for Jameson. A job that could disappear from under your feet in seconds.

She turns back to Peter, “How many times have you come to my window all beat up, begging for Harry and I to patch you up? How many times have you wished for a normal life, Peter? Remember the trip to Europe? You were constantly telling Ned how you just wanted to live. Without the responsibility of being Spider-Man? Well, guess what Peter, that’s never going to happen, and you know that, but, dude,” She coughs, “Take the five days to at least try to live that life. You might both hate each other, but you’re missing the point where it’s a resort, up in a mountain with skiing and skiing and hot cocoa all just five minutes away from you. You don’t have to spend any time together.”

Harry holds her hair up as she throws up her food once more, patting his wife’s back he looks at both of you, “C’mon guys, it’ll be good for you both – we all know that. There’s no point in lying to yourselves.”

“Okay, sure, but doesn’t Peter have a girlfriend he can take? What happened to that Mary Jane girl?” You query as Peter’s eyes meet yours, his jaw clenched.

“She broke up with me.”

“That is rough,” Your sarcastic tone wasn’t hidden. You didn’t feel sorry for the guy.

He lets out a dry chuckle, “What about you and Eddie Brock?”

Your gaze snaps, “Fuck you, Peter.” He knew that Eddie had cheated on you, everyone knew that Eddie cheated on you. That was before he skipped town to San Francisco, you hadn’t seen him since.

He chuckles, “You wish.”

You make a gagging noise, and it makes MJ throw up, you cover your mouth, “I’m so sorry,”

When she’s done, she just lets out a small laugh, before groaning again, “You two are going, end of discussion. You both need it… please.” She looks up at you with pleading eyes, “This is the least you could do.”

You and Peter exchange a glance, “…Fine.” You speak in chorus.

“When’s the flight leave?” Peter questions.

Harry looks at his phone and then the two of you, “Tomorrow at ten,”

“Great…” You mutter, turning and leaving the room.

*

Somehow you and Peter had come to an agreement that he’d pick you up from your apartment the next day and drive you both to the airport. You weren’t complaining though because it would mean you wouldn’t have to keep your car at the airport for extra cost. You were okay with that. What you weren’t okay with was having to share a room with Peter, a car, sit next to him on the plane. Spend a whole five days with him but you were trying to look on the bright side… you’d already spent eight years knowing him, what’s five more days?

You heard a knock on your door, slipping on your backpack and dragging your suitcase to the door, opening it, to find Peter standing there. It was cold in New York, of course it was, it was winter… You had no doubt it would be colder up in the mountains. You and Peter were both wearing coats, but he looked pristine; clean and his hair was styled to fit that, but you knew that his natural curls would come out later, they always had.

You and Peter were trying to make the best of a bad situation. What had occurred to you both, was that there really wasn’t a reason for competition on this trip. So ultimately, there wouldn’t really be any arguments… right? So, you were trying to be nice to Peter. But the two of you couldn’t even do that.

“Ready to go?” Peter asks.

“Stating the obvious?” You quirk an eyebrow, etching your head to your suitcase, “Let’s just leave. You drive like a grandma.”

“I do not drive like a grandma.” Peter says offended as he follows you into the elevator, pressing the button to the ground floor.

“Yes,” You let out a dry laugh, “You do… you’re slow and always so cautious.”

“That says more about you than it does about me.” Peter’s eyes meet yours with a smirk playing on his lips.

You shake your head as the elevator doors open. Dragging your bags to Peter’s car which is parked on the side of the road. He pops the trunk, and you slide your suitcase next to his and when you see it, you can’t help but laugh.

“You do not have a suitcase with spider-webs on it.”

“What about it?” Peter asks getting into his seat, starting the heat so that the car would be warm for the both of you – he didn’t hate you that much, and technically speaking, he would also be affected.

“You bought your own merch!” You say between laughs, snorting.

“Technically, it’s not. It’s just spider-webs.”

“Whatever, Insect.”

Peter rolls his eyes at the nickname, watching you as you settle into your seat, peeling off your jacket to reveal your navy Henley, which you had paired with a pair of jeans. He thought you looked pretty. Just like he had at the wedding. But he shook all thoughts out of his head. You were you and he wasn’t supposed like you… not anymore.

Peter peeled off his own coat. You watched as the familiar blue shirt appeared, “You still have that?” You questioned the spider.

He smiles hesitant, “Yeah, it was still good, still fits, so I didn’t wanna get rid of it, y’know?”

“…Oh. Yeah. I get that.” You say and face the window of the car as Peter starts to drive.

Peter watched you take pictures with MJ and Ned, he was going to approach but it wasn’t long before Ned walked away with Betty and Brad gave you a sweet smile, offering to take a picture of the two of you. Pigeons starting to fly on MJ’s arms. Harry laughed at his crush, but Peter just watched from afar.

You could only smile at Brad. You were possibly one of the nicest people Peter had known, but, you and Peter had this rival thing, and you weren’t so nice to him, so he had to bite back. He wanted to tell you that, he wanted to tell you that he had a crush on you. But that was impossible. He couldn’t do that. You’d think he was crazy.

The only people that knew about Peter’s crush on you was Aunt May Peter had opened up about his crush on you to her. She thought it was sweet but hated how you disliked her sweet boy.

Peter watched as Eddie walked up to you, MJ and Harry going over to a stand to get some gelato, Peter thought it was great he was trying to get closer to MJ. Flash and Ned arguing over something Peter couldn’t hear, Gwen and Betty snickering at the way Mr. Harrington dropped his camera into the ocean and yet his focus was all on you and Eddie. Eddie talking you up.

“What do you think of this photo? Should I post it?” You questioned the boy in the leather jacket.

He smiled, giving you a charming glance, “I think you look beautiful.”

You bite your lip, “Thanks, Eddie.”

Peter could feel something brewing in his stomach, gripping the present he had bought you in his hand – knowing it was no use to try and get closer to you. Try to tell you what he felt. You clearly liked Eddie and Eddie liked you. Peter would come nowhere close in comparison. Peter wasn’t the guy you liked – Peter was the guy you hated… and he knew that would never change.

Ned and Harry came up beside Peter, “What’cha doin’?” Ned questions.

Peter slides the gift box back into his pocket, “Nothing…” A glance back to you and then back at his friends, “… Just deciding if I want gelato or if I should take the MJ route and have a cup of espresso.”

You watched Peter and his friends walk up to the gelato stand. You were in a good mood, so you figured you’d join them. Talk to them. You were only trying to be nice. When you finally caught up, you noticed the flannel Peter was wearing looked very fit on him, snug. He filled it out well. At this point you had no idea he was Spider-Man. Maybe if you had, the muscles would make more sense… but that was later on in the trip, and you were only at the beginning.

“Shirt looks good, Parker.” You smiled, turning to the vendor, “Mango, please?”

Peter had decided then and there that he was never getting rid of that shirt… He also decided that Mango was now his favourite flavour of gelato.

The memory had stuck with you and Peter. You weren’t sure if he remembered it, but you definitely did. It was one of the nicer exchanges you and Peter have had over the many years you’d known each other. You don’t know why, but it was something you thought about often. Like, every time you saw him your mind would immediately think about that memory. It was strange… and the blue shirt, god, it brought it all back.

You didn’t know how you felt about Peter during the trip to Europe. You were talking to Eddie. You had feelings for Eddie. You had ended up with Eddie for the rest of high school, and two years into college before finding out he was cheating on you almost half the time you were together. It broke you… honestly, it did. You always wondered what could’ve been if you set your hatred aside and changed things on that trip, confessed to yourself that you had a slight crush on Peter.

The whole reason you had ended up with Peter on that bridge in Prague was because he wanted to talk and instead of telling you about his crush, or his need to stop the feud… he confessed he was Spider-Man, you asked him why he would tell you something like that. He told you everyone in your friend group knew from Gwen to Ned. You were slightly offended that everyone knew before you – You were the girl Peter disliked the most in the whole group. Part of you was hurt by that. Part of you understood.

You still thought about that night on the bridge, what would’ve happened if you had just listened to your gut and kissed Peter. But you didn’t feel that way about him anymore. You didn’t think so, anyway. Regardless, he definitely did not feel the same.

*

The car ride to the airport wasn’t as long as you had expected it to be. Peter played the radio the whole time and you could hear him laughing quietly at some of the segments, specifically, the one where people would call in and do the quizzes to win a cash prize. You wanted to suggest Peter call, since he was muttering all the right answers to the questions, but you could assume he’d already tried that before… and even if he hadn’t, he wouldn’t listen to you anyway.

“We’re here.” Peter spoke as you pulled into the parking spot Peter would be paying for over the next five days.

“Stating the obvious once again.”

“Get out of the car, y/n.” He speaks deadpanned.

“Gladly.” You give a sweet smile, before dropping it and opening the door.

The two of you were only at the domestic airport, so there wasn’t really much to do. You had gone through baggage check, ID check, all of that and now the two of you were munching on McDonalds that you had offered to pay for. You played with the ring on the middle finger of your left hand. Peter was on his phone. He had finished his meal rather quickly. He looked up at you, he could sense you were staring at him. You didn’t know you were.

“What?” He questions you, putting his phone down flat on the table.

You snicker, taking a bite of your McChicken, “You just ate that really fast, like, super fast… have you ever considered entering a hotdog eating contest or something?” You sounded so stupid. But you didn't notice that until after you had spoken.

“One: no. Two: they’re a waste of food. There are people starving on the streets and then there are people who eat them just for other people’s entertainment.” Peter stole a fry from your box.

You pursed your bottom lip, “Huh,” You shrug, Peter goes for another fry, but you slap his hand away, “If you’re really that hungry, go grab yourself another meal.”

Peter rolls his eyes, “Fine, I’ll be back in a sec.”

“You won’t be missed.” You wave.

The next few moments were kind of a blur to you. It felt like you blacked out if you were being honest, because the moment you met eyes with Eddie from across the airport and the red headed girl standing next to him, he smiled. He had the audacity to smile at you. He wasn’t with the girl he had cheated on you with… Good to know that was over, but he was with a familiar face. Eddie and his girlfriend also had the audacity to walk over to you. Noticing what he was doing, you decided you were going to be the bigger person, smile, and be nice. Even though you had every right not to be, it was four years ago.

Once you had got a good look at the girl with him… your jaw almost dropped. He was now with Mary Jane Watson. You could not contain your shock, wide eyes as they approached you with a sight you never thought you would see.

“Ohmygod!” You smiled, “Hi, Eddie. Hi, Mary Jane.”

“Oh, it’s just MJ,” She corrects. You’d like to roll your eyes, for your MJ. But you know she would rather you didn’t.

“…Right.” You smile so hard your jaw hurts, “So what brings the two of you here?”

“Well, we’re headed to Vermont… Beautiful lodge there. We’re excited to go skiing and such.”

Your jaw almost dropped again, Vermont as in the same Vermont you were going to, “Which lodge?” You questioned, praying, it wasn’t the same one that you were going to.

“Stowe.” He smiles, Mary Jane’s hand gripping to his.

The awkwardly loud laugh that didn’t sound like a laugh at all just slipped out, and so did the next words that came out of your mouth, “Well, my fiancé and I are headed there too funnily enough.”

“Is he around?” Eddie asks his eyes scanning the area.

All in a short moment Peter comes back and you know exactly what you’ve gotten yourself into, “Baby! You’re back!” You cheer.

Peter looks shocked for a moment, but when his eyes land on both Mary Jane and Eddie who both cannot contain their shock, whilst your back is turned to them, you quickly slip the cheap ring that you were toying with earlier onto your ring finger. It didn’t look like an engagement ring... Not at all. But if they asked, you’d just say the two of you were waiting to pick together. Peter met your eyes, and you give him a panicked look, and he immediately understood what was happening.

Peter’s arm slips around your waist, “Hi,” he says, leaning in to press a kiss to your forehead. You want to jump away from him, as if his touch was fire, but you had to suck it up.

“Hi.” You try to smile genuine, and you kinda do, feeling Peter’s warm eyes on you with a smile on his face was new, “I was just telling Eddie and Mary Jane here about how we’re going up to the lodge to celebrate our engagement! Turns our they’re going to the same place as us.”

You want to cry.

“Wow.” Peter says in shock, “It’s good to see you both,”

The look on both their faces does not disappoint. The last time they saw you and Peter, you were constantly at each other’s throats and now it appeared as though you were not. When the dynamic between you hadn’t changed at all.

What you also didn’t know was how long-ago Mary Jane and Peter had broken up. You could assume about a year and a half ago, maybe a year, but you weren’t so sure. All you knew is that you had to make this even more convincing.

“Well, we should catch up while we’re at the lodge…” Eddie speaks whilst him and Mary Jane exchange a look, clearly interested in the story of how you and Peter ‘ended up’ together.

“Sure will!” Peter speaks, poison in his voice.

The couple walks away and once out of earshot Peter shoots you a look, “What the fuck was that y/n.”

You bury your face in your hands, “I have no clue, Peter! I panicked! It’s not every day you see your ex and your ex together going to the same place as you.”

Peter sighs, “Yeah, I know… but now we have to pretend we’re dating each other.”

*

The plane was also unpleasant but who was surprised? It was an hour and a half squished next to Peter. You sighed as you got comfortable in your seat, you had the isle and Peter had the window, some random guy had the window – you felt bad for him because if he needed to go to the bathroom, he couldn’t just stick to the roof like Peter… but then again, it was an hour and a half… so, not that long.

There was only one way this trip could get worse, you cursed every god there was, you cursed every relative that came before you. You were petrified and when Peter saw who was in the aisle seat next to you, Peter grabbed your hand.

Mary Jane laughs, “Funny seeing you guys!” She takes her seat next to Eddie.

Eddie waves awkwardly, clearly not anymore impressed by this by you.

You turn back to Peter, your hand still gripping his. His veins were popping, due to the shortness of the flight there was nothing for you and Peter to do to avoid Eddie and Mary Jane in full. There was no TV so you couldn’t indulge in a movie and by the time the flight had begun to take off, you realised you had left your book in your bag above, unbothered to grab it.

You smiled at Peter, “So…”

“So…”

You and Peter had never actively sought out a conversation, every spit usually came naturally. The two of you probably would’ve already been throwing insults at each other if it wasn’t for Eddie and Mary Jane sitting in the seats next to you.

“The shirt is nice.” You commented. Slapping yourself for mentioning it again.

He chuckles noticing your regret, “We haven’t really talked in a while, have we?” Peter questions.

You take a step and move back in your seat, placing your head on Peter’s shoulder, your hands still connected. If Eddie and Mary Jane didn’t believe this, you were shocked, because for a second you did.

Peter freezes under the sudden contact, he was so close to you it kinda scared him. He felt the weight of your head get heavier as then he noticed your eyes then closed. You had fallen asleep. Peter took the next step and slipped his head over yours. Your hands still gripped together as you both napped for an hour and a half.

The plane landed and it jolted you and Peter awake, Eddie and Mary Jane were obnoxiously loud and when it came to picking up baggage. You could visibly roll your eyes – but you could feel theirs on you and you didn’t want to seem rude. First time in forever.

You and Peter find your rental car, getting through baggage claim quickly just fast enough to escape Eddie and Mary Jane. When you and Peter finally got in the car, you both let out a breath of relief. They hadn’t talked to the two of you, but they were impossible to ignore and avoid. It made your skin crawl.

“Fuck…That.” You speak aloud for the two of you.

“Yeah…” Peter lets out a large breath, seemingly, the two of you had been unaware of holding one.

Peter started to drive, “They were so fucking loud.”

You groan, “Tell me about it! How can two people make that much noise and kiss so much.”

He lets out a loud laugh, “They looked like animals, honestly.”

You chuckle, forgetting what the dynamic was before you. The two of you were actually like friends. It was nice and it was familiar, at the beginning, you and Peter were close. But that was before you let academics get the best of you both. It sucked. Peter was quickly made your rival – your enemy, and both of you being competitive helped nothing at all. It was draining for the both of you. On top of decathlon, on top of chemistry, bio and physics, on top of doing the same major at school, both of you with a minor in journalism. It sucked. Constantly putting yourself against him. Sometimes, you wonder if you could’ve just put it aside for a moment, maybe worked together, the two of you would actually be friends rather than frenemies???

The laughing died out for a short moment before Peter got serious, “Sucks that they have each other, though.”

You stare out the window, “Tell me about it…” You trail off, “When did Mary Jane break up with you?” It was a daring question and maybe you shouldn’t have asked, but it felt right to ask in the moment. It felt like something you should talk about.

Peter’s breath is pressed from his cheeks, “Year and a half ago,” You were right, “Nothing really happened though.” He shrugged.

It affected him more than he let off and you knew that. Peter wasn’t being subtle, but he wasn’t, and you weren’t going to press on it anymore. The two of you weren’t that close.

*

“HOLY FUCK THERE’S A HOTTUB!” You almost scream, probably way too excited, through the room, Peter runs out to meet you, his hand running over the edges of the machine.

“I will be taking full advantage of this.” Peter mutters under his breath as you watch him walk back into the room.

It was a pretty standard honeymoon room. There was a heart made of roses on the bed – something you thought only existed in the movies, flutes of champagne sprinkled around the room as if this was a totally normal occurrence and a tray with wine and pamphlets that showed a couple activities the two of you could do in the snowy mountains. There was a couch and a TV, and you were sure one of them would be sleeping on the couch… and that someone wouldn’t be you.

“I’m taking the bed,” Peter smiles as he jumps onto it, a large smile on his face.

Your face contorts in anger, “So chivalry is really dead.”

He laughs, “Don’t be so mad, you’re not a spider, you don’t fight crime every night and I’m sure the same kind of back pain you’re in, doesn’t even come close to mine.”

You hadn’t noticed it, but Peter got close to you, the two of you now staring each other down and Peter’s toying smirk on his face – something you didn’t miss, not at all. You could feel his breath on your face, and you couldn’t pull your eyes away.

You scoff, unable to come up with something to defend yourself, clearly flustered by what Peter had done, “Fine. I’ll take the couch tonight. But we have four nights here, Penis, so you best believe that I’ll be sleeping there tomorrow night.” You grab a pamphlet for a manicure and pedicure that took place on the second floor of the Lodge, “Now, if you don’t mind, I will be going to get pampered,”

“Won’t be missing you.”

“As if I will.”

Your mani-pedi went by way too quickly. Your toenails were now a soft pink colour, and your fingernails were now the same. You had settled for something natural. Deciding that you didn’t really want them to stick out. The Lodge was warm, so you were walking around in the salons robe that they had provided you with and a pair of slippers they had slipped on your feet to make sure that your toenails dry.

You bumped into Eddie and Mary Jane, it felt like the hundredth time today and you wanted to scream. It was five thirty in the afternoon, god forbid, if you could catch a break.

Mary Jane and Eddie smiled, wearing the same robe and slippers, but they had clearly just come from the massage portion of the lodge. You thought about getting one, but you were trying to drag all the free stuff over the five days.

“Funny seeing you here!” Mary Jane smiles, and you match her sweet. The ‘engagement’ ring around your finger, “I’ve been meaning to ask but can I see your ring?”

You could’ve let yourself fall into anger, who the fuck asks something like that? You only make your smile wider kill her with kindness, “Sure! It’s not my actual ring, we only did get engaged a few days ago and Peter wanted me to go with him to pick one… He’s a dream boy.”

Mary Jane’s smile slithered in and out of consciousness, “Are you sure we’re dating the same Peter?”

“Pretty sure,” You let your eyes circle her figure. Showing her the ‘ring’ Peter had proposed with, “Yeah, it’s one of my mom’s rings.”

Eddie’s gaze fall over it – it wasn’t a lie. It was your mom’s ring, just not her engagement ring, “Well that’s nice.” He says short, “We should have dinner tonight, catch up.”

You could tell that they were ‘catching on’ to your lie. It was hard lying to two people that had known you for a long time at some point in your life. Because they both knew details about you and Peter that you didn’t know about Peter or Peter didn’t know about you. You’d cursed yourself for calling this an engagement. But it was the first thing that came to your head, and you were honest, the moment you said it. The moment Peter looked at you, you knew that it was a fuck up on your part.

That’s why you knew the next words that came out of your mouth were your next fuck up, “We’d love to!” You turned on your heel before calling out to the pair, “We’ll eat at the restaurant downstairs.”

“Six-Thirty!” Mary Jane called.

“Can’t wait!”

You practically ran to the room, your slippers clacking onto the floor. When you made it into the elevator, the number of times you had clicked the button to your floor was a lot, but you knew it wouldn’t make the elevator go faster – not at all. But you were.

You slammed the door open to the room, sliding your key as quickly as you could. Fumbling at first, Peter jumped at how you burst into the room.

“Fuck!” Peter’s breath heaved.

You nodded carefully, “You are going to be… mad at me. Again.”

“What did you do, y/n?” Peter questioned. He was wearing a t-shirt and a pair of sweats, and for some reason, he was still wearing his web shooters… and it was hot. You pulled your gaze away from the sin but couldn’t stop thinking about it as you met his eyes.

“We have dinner with Mary Jane and Eddie in an hour.”

Peter gets mad, his fists rolling up, his knuckles turning white, “God, y/n, don’t you know how to shut the fuck up?” His voice is raised.

“GOD! I’m sorry! I panicked.”

“That’s all you do, panic! You can’t say no? You always have to be the best? You always have to just go and talk.”

“Shut up Peter.” You sigh, “All you ever do is complain about me! All you ever do is question me! All you ever do is talk shit about me. Well, I’m over it. I am over it. You’re coming to that dinner tonight.”

“And what if I don’t want to Y/n? What if I leave this place? There’s no use in being here with you, I’m not actually your fiancée. I’m not sure anyone would ever want to be.” Peter spoke. Venom falling from his tongue.

Tears welled up in your eyes, “Fuck you.” Your voice was barely over a whisper. You grabbed your makeup bag walking into the bathroom, slamming the door behind you.

Peter regretted yelling at you. He wasn’t going to lie. He wasn’t a heartless monster. The two of you were in this weird position, Peter didn’t know what was going on, let alone you. He couldn’t fault you for panicking. He didn’t know why he was so mad at you. You had looked so cute in your white robe and your slippers. Maybe he was a monster.

He sighed, knowing you’d spend most of your time in the bathroom, he got up and made his way to his luggage, putting on a nice dress shirt and a pants. He wanted to make you feel better. He needed to apologise.

You walked out of the bathroom, a pout on your face, your hair was done, and you wore makeup that complimented your skin. You looked beautiful and Peter regretted that he had made you upset. He regretted it so much.

You looked up at Peter, your gaze met with his, you smiled careful, nervous, taking in the fact that he had gotten ready for dinner with your ex’s, “You got dressed.”

“Yeah… I felt bad.”

“You felt bad?” You asked.

“…Yeah, I… felt bad?" He was now questioning himself.

The two of you didn’t say anything more as you grabbed a dress from your suitcase, it had long sleeves and it was plain back, had a short cut. You thought it was pretty… and so did Peter. You went to the bathroom and slipped it on, appearing outside, your zipper undone. Your arms too short to reach the back.

“Can you zip me?” You asked Peter as you came out of the bathroom.

“Y-yeah.” He muttered quickly walking over to you, his fingers running against the zipper, against your back as he pulled it up. You could hear his breath quicken. You could feel yours do the same.

Once the zipper was done, you had to cast a remark, Peter was being too nice, “Get off me, Penis.” Your voice cut and Peter only laughed.

The nickname hadn’t stung as much this time.

*

The two of you showed up to the restaurant, meeting Eddie and Mary Jane, hand in hand, you gripped his, “Hi!” The two groups smiled at once as you took a seat across from the couple.

After a few minutes of pouring wine and decided what you wanted to eat. Eddie and Mary Jane gave you sweet smiles.

“So,” Mary Jane took a sip of her wine, “How did the proposal happen?”

You looked over at Peter, expectant, he hadn’t said anything, so you took over, “Well it was very sweet, Peter was so romantic. There were rows of flowers and-”

“And obviously, they were your favourites, I had planned the whole thing out. Under the stars, on my knees waiting for her on the beach. I love her so much.” Peter spoke, his tone was earnest and honest. He was speaking from the truth, “I was so happy when she showed up, her favourite song played in the background, even if it is some alternative stuff, it was her. She walked in and she was like ‘Peter what’s this’ and I was like ‘I love you so much and I want to be yours forever’ and blah blah blah.”

You took a large swig of wine and so did Peter.

Eddie smiled, “Well I’m glad everything worked out for you too, you had this whole feud going on when we were in school together.”

“Kept it going whilst Peter and I were together.” Mary Jane added, “What happened? How did that change?”

You decided to take the lead on this one, squeezing Peter’s hand in confirmation, “Well, I really wanted it to be over. I was tired and I could tell Peter was too. So, we became friends and we started hanging out more. Genuinely enjoying each other’s company and I realised maybe all these feels I had been bottling up weren’t hate at all… So, I kissed him, and he kissed me back.”

Your words were truth? Mostly? You weren’t sure. Maybe you did like Peter. It didn’t take much for you to know that you actually hadn’t hated him. The feud was over, and you had no idea who had won. Maybe both parties.

“Y-Yeah… I actually liked her back in Europe.” Peter confessed, stupidly at that, “Had this whole plan to tell her and everything, but she liked you. So, I said something else.”

You quickly connected the dots… That night on the bridge Peter was going to tell you that he had a crush on you. Your mind was blown, your jaw could’ve dropped, and you wanted to cry – all of this could’ve been all over so long ago. You shook it off and actually started to enjoy dinner with Peter.

The two of you started to get along and it was not unwelcomed.

*

The next day, you woke up in the comfortable pillows of the couch – which was probably just as comfortable as the bed. Peter startled you as he came out of the bathroom.

“I think I’m going skiing today,” Peter announces.

You chuckle, remembering the night before, the way you looked at Peter had changed, “Okay,”

“Do you, maybe, wanna come with?”

“Depends, is this just your plan to push me off the mountain and let me fall to my death?”

“No.” Peter rolls his eyes, “I had a good time last night, and while we’re here I was thinking that maybe we could try and get along? There’s no point in arguing and we’re here for another four days.”

You nodded, quickly agreeing to his plan, “Okay.” You smiled softly.

You and Peter quickly got dressed, putting on ski pants and puffer jackets to keep you warm. You put on your snow boots and began to become warm. The only thing you were wearing underneath your jacket was your Henley, which was honestly, all you needed. You slipped a beanie onto your head, and you could feel the thick socks and gloves you wore heating up your feet and hands. You felt like an oven.

You also carried a pair of goggles. The two of you walked out of the lodge, “I don’t ski a lot, but I am quite good," You confess.

Peter smiles, “Good, I was kinda hoping we could go on the larger slope.”

“That’s all good with me!” You smile sweet. It was good, this dynamic with Peter. You knew it would most likely go down the drain once you got back to your normal life. The life where Peter was your enemy.

You and Peter sat on the ski lift as it pulled you halfway up, “The view is beautiful,” You mutter quietly, warm, and snug in your getup.

Peter looked out at the view, nodding in agreement, “You can say that again.”

You and Peter sat in silence for a moment before the loud bang and the swing of your cart scared you, grabbing onto his hand. Suddenly, the two of you were not moving. Suddenly, the two of you were now stuck who knows how far up into the air.

“Holy fuck,” You groaned after about a half hour of somewhat awkward silence, “I can’t believe we got stuck.”

“I’m sure we’ll be back down soon enough,” Peter tries to comfort you.

You roll your eyes, “You know something that annoys me about you?”

“Shoot, you’re gonna say it anyway.”

“That you’ve got this false positivity. Nobody’s that positive, Penis.” You sigh, “It’s like you put all your shit on me, right?”

Peter’s silent for a short moment, “What can I say, you bring out the worst in me… we’re supposed to be getting along.”

“Maybe that’s just not in the books for people like us.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

“I’m not.”

“But you are!” Peter sighs, “We’ve been doing this for so long, it’s like a second nature to us and fine! Maybe, I do have false positivity, because I have to, y/n.” His voice drops, “Do you know the kind of toll being Spider-Man has on you?”

You laugh, “Using your Spider-Man card? Really, Peter? That’s low.”

“It’s true, y/n.” He shifts in his seat, “Every day, I see people die and I try to save as many people as I can, but sometimes that doesn’t work. So, I try to be positive, keep my spirits up, because I know if I stop, I’ll stop pulling my punches.”

You felt bad for a moment, going to speak but Peter had interrupted you.

“Arguing with you… as stupid as this sounds, fuck, it gives me an outlet. You are my outlet from all the shitty things in the world.” Peter’s eyes go soft and so do yours.

You honestly wanted to cry, “I’m your safe space?”

He huffs, “Don’t make this weird.”

“I’m not making this weird!” You laugh.

“Yes, you are.”

“I’m not!” You laugh again, Peter deadpanning you, “It’s not stupid, Peter,” you say biting your lip, trying fighting a smile.

Peter thinks this is the cutest thing in the world, but he’s trying to act somewhat mad at you even if it’s not working. You know he’s not. Your faces have now drifted dangerously close to each other. Your smile faded as you felt Peters breath on yours, the world around you stopped. The wind wasn’t blowing, you could feel yourself lean in closer. Your heart pounding in your ears. You had no idea what was happening, and it didn't feel wrong... that’s why you kept moving closer.

Peter’s heart was thumping vigorously in his chest, feeling nothing but his heartbeat, the feeling of your eyes on his lips. He had no idea who had moved in first. Maybe it was both of you. Maybe it was him. Maybe it was you. But you were close. Close to him.

Your lips finally tangled together. Your gloves held his face as you could feel the soft of him, they were cold at first, but heat took over, Peters arm around your shoulder. The both of you lost in the moment, heads titled at the just the right angle as if they were made to fit each other. Your teeth nipped at his lower lip, his tongue sliding into your mouth, was slow, and warm. Taking a second to breathe, your lips still touching, barely apart, taking a second to breathe, just as you were about to lean in once more, the conveyor belt started to move again, starling both you and Peter away from each other, both of your lips slightly swollen.

Finally, up the top of the hill, letting go and sliding down the mountain. The kiss not being mentioned again the rest of the afternoon.

*

There was awkwardness.

That was the only way to describe it.

You and Peter tried to talk but every conversation was short lived. Your minds only on the one thing that had happened earlier.

Once you finally got back to the room, you decided you needed a moment to yourself. Slipping on your bathing suit, grabbing a towel and a bottle of wine – that you honestly, probably wouldn’t even touch, not because you didn’t want to, but because you had no idea what would happen if you weren’t sober.

The cool air hit you, chilling your spine, almost regretting coming out here, sliding into the water made it all worth it. You let out a small moan as you sunk deeper into the warm water, you weren’t sure whether or not you should turn the bubbles on, so you left the tub the way it was.

Your short-lived peace was soon interrupted by the one person who had caused the storm, the door to the outside open, Peter meeting your gaze.

“Shit, I didn’t realise you’d be out here.”

You smiled softly, “It’s okay… you can stay, if you want.”

Peter nodded. Your eyes gracing his skin, he was toned and the muscle in his arms shifted and flexed as he pulled into the warm tub, his moan of delight a sound that made you bite your lip and the way his collarbones appeared above the water made your heart pound, they were sharp, just like his jaw.

“Let’s play a game,”

“What kind of game?”

You shrugged, “I would suggest truth or dare, but I don’t really wanna leave the tub.”

Peter lets out a dry chuckle, “Then just pick truth.”

You quirked an eyebrow, “And what about you, Spider-Man?”

“I’ll probably be doing the same.”

Your breath hitched against air, matching the steam rose from the tub, “…So we just play for truth.”

“I’m good with that.” Peter’s voice was hoarse, deep.

“Okay.” You say, “I’ll go first… That stuff you said at dinner, about me, was it true?”

Peter nods slowly, “It was… I liked you. But when we got to that bridge, I panicked, you clearly liked Eddie and I was planning on telling you about my whole situation anyway afterI told you I liked you… I just- I just skipped a step.”

You frowned, “Pete…I liked you. On that trip to Europe. I liked you.”

Peter’s eyes widened, “You did?”

You nodded, “I- I was battling with whether or not I liked you, or Eddie. If you would’ve told me…”

“At least you know now.”

“Yeah…”

Peter clears his throat and clears the air, “My turn.” He smirks, something that you have missed, “The kiss. What did it mean?”

You felt like the wind was knocked out of you. But the question remained in the air. What did it mean?

You were so focused on hating Peter you never really looked at it. How Peter made your stomach flutter once upon a time and although you were much older than you were when he had liked you, he still made your stomach do summersaults when he’d wink at you after a mean remark, trying to look smug, trying to impress whoever was watching. How at the wedding you had felt his gaze all over your body in your dress but decided to ignore it because you loved the way it felt and how turned on you were. How you wanted to grab him by his stupid blue shirt and plant your lips on his. How you wanted to feel every inch of the boy sitting across from you and you were way too blind to even bat an eye at how you felt because you were too busy coming up with expressions that would make him say ‘fuck you’ instead of ‘fuck me’.

You knew exactly what it meant.

The water closed in on your skin, drops of it shined under the soft light of the tub. Peter watched as you pushed yourself up to move closer to him. His gaze felt like it had at the wedding, admiring the way your boobs hung off your chest. You didn’t mind, not one bit. How when you got so close to him, his eyes moved from your lips to your own.

“Everything.”

And just like that your lips were pressed onto his again, it was heated, you felt hotter than you should as you were now seated on Peter’s lap, feeling his hands run all over your body, even if they were accompanied by the hot of the water, you could feel how they imprinted onto your skin. You and Peter pulled apart for a moment, foreheads touching, breath on breath.

“I want you.” Peter admitted, his hands running up your body to cup your face.

“��M all yours,” You murmured.

“Then let’s take this inside?”

You nodded, excited, nervous? You weren’t sure.

You removed yourself from Peter’s lap, exiting the hot tub, feeling the cool air hit your skin once more, your nipples perking from the cold. Something you were sure Peter would love. You chuckled at the thought.

Peter’s hands slide up your wet body, undoing the string to your bikini, pulling you close against his bare chest, his hands running up to squeeze your tits as your face falls into the crane of his neck, kissing his neck. Peter’s head falls back as he moans. You feel Peter’s hands run down the rest of your body, feeling his desire in his touch.

When you and Peter turn to face each other, your lips in contact, moving in sync as all you can do is feel the overwhelming sense of his body and touch, longing for the moments that his hands sit on your body to last forever. You moan against the kiss as the two of you fall on to the bed. You feel Peter’s body weight over you, and his board-shorts are in the way of what you really want. The weight of Peter on you just makes everything feel like a thousand. You can’t imagine what sex must feel like for Peter, probably better than what it feels for you, everything feels turned up for you, but everything is constantly turned up for him.

Peter’s arms were strong as they held you in place, and you felt your stomach burn with fire, you shook your head at what you were thinking but you know that just about now, Peter would do anything for you.

“Peter,” You stopped him nipping at you, your words some kind of disturbance in the fire, “Do you have that web dissolver stuff?”

Peter’s smirk was something honest, something that was different from every other time he had smirked at you. From every time this kind of smile meant something rude or mean and unwanted. It was knowing. It was wanting.

“I do…” Peter brushed your lips together, his breath full on your face, smelling like peppermint.

“Web me up, Peter.”

Peter’s gaze became darkened as his pupils dilatated, and he pressed his lips onto yours to seal the deal. You were excited and nervous. You always wonder how it must feel to be tied to a bed, but rather then… this was with Peter. Someone who had webs. Someone who was stronger than most men on earth. You were still lying down but your hands touched the bedhead, Peter discarded his boardshorts, they landed in a wet squelch on top of your bathing suit in the other room. Peter was now standing there naked, wearing his web shooters on his wrists and you thought it was one of the hottest things you had ever seen. Peter in the suit was wow… but the Peter out of it? God, you were so happy you had him all to yourself tonight, that he had you.

Peter’s webs quickly connecting with your wrists a force that made you a little scared, but Peter sensed how you were feeling and quickly came over placing his lips to yours, “You’re alright,” He coos softly, and you feel yourself flush.

You lean forward to press your lips to his, but Peter quickly moves back, “You’re not in control anymore, y/n.” His breath is hungry on your ear.

His kisses start moving down your body as he probably places hickeys everywhere he can probably think of. His lips end up between your tits and for a moment you think he’s going to mark his territory on your right boob, his breath hovering overing the nipple. But you squirm as he moves lower down your body, feeling an itch in your spine.

Peter’s mouth doesn’t press kisses anymore, his breath just hovers until he gets to your pussy, hot all over it. You feel yourself so wet, and Peter knows it too, he can smell it. He could smell your arousal all the way back in the hot tub.

Peter’s finger grazes the lips, he slides a finger near your clit, rubbing in soft, slow circles and you let out a soft moan, it was quiet and careful. It came out kinda broken, but all the same, you were giving into him. You hated that you couldn’t run your hands through his hair, but that made his touch all the more intoxicating. It only made you want him more than you ever had before.

Peter’s thumb continued to circle your clit, slowly, but surely, he begins moving his finger faster around your nub. You let out a small whimper of pleasure. Peter moves his finger away replacing it with his tongue, lapping at your pussy, tasting how wet you are, running miles around your clit as you moan sweet. Peter almost cums because of how you taste, because of how you moan. But he refrains himself from doing so. Peter’s tongue feels so good around your clit, flicking his tongue so perfectly, knowing how to make you feel good about yourself. Your back moves up slightly but not quite… that is until a finger gently slips into you, your clit pulsing as you feel Peter move his finger in and out of you pressing onto your g-spot. Your moans filling the air as Peter inhales a sharp breath because of how beautiful they sound to him, and they would make him blush if he didn’t breathe. They would make him smile. His fingers move faster as they pleasure every inch of your body, your back arching and your spine shivering because you can’t touch him. You want to touch him. You want to run your fingernails down his back, you want to run your fingers through his hair and push his tongue harder onto your clit, let him press against your body so heavily, so needily. Let him fuck the shit out of you so hard that you forget your own name. That you can’t walk the next day.

Your moans become louder as Peter fills you up, every inch of you with his large and rough hands. Putting his strength to good use. You can tell he’s holding back on his strength for the better of you. Scared of hurting you. Scared of making you hate him again. Because although this was desire, although this was the two of you lost in something you didn’t know much about. This relationship unclarified, this relationship rocky. There is a part of you that both understands that there’s this spark in both of you, this connection, this feeling and it makes you want to scream his name and only his name. You needed all of him.

You needed Peter to fuck you, and there was only one way you could possibly get that from him, get him to fill you with his cock and everything that came with it. You wanted him to cum inside you. You didn’t care right now. Your head so lost in something you’ve never known before. You’d obviously had sex before, but nobody had ever made you this hungry, nobody ever made you had a need for their touch. Nobody ever made you feel this good.

You tried to force down your next moan in order to speak, but it was no use, you were completely and utterly underneath Peters stupid spell… after a moment you gathered some composure?

“Peter.” You spoke again, breaking up what he was doing, he came up to meet your gaze, “I wanna feel you… all of you.” You said smiling somewhat bashfully, sweet, and shy.

Peter’s lips hovered over yours again, and you were only more turned on but also hating the fact that you couldn’t touch him. That you couldn’t leave marks on the back of his skin, that even though Peter had given you so many hickeys that you’d probably look like you had chicken pox the next day. You hated that you couldn’t mark yourterritory, much like Peter had marked his.

“…and unweb me.” You chuckled lightly.

Peter smiled softly, so close to your face that you feel his chuckle graze your lips, “One sec.”

Peter left the room for a moment and as you sat there webbed up you could feel yourself start to get nervous – what if you weren’t good enough? What if you didn’t feel good enough? Doubts started to flood your mind, but as Peter came back with a vile of web dissolver… the way he looked at you made you relax. Know that you were enough. Know that everything was okay. He looked at you like you were the only person in the room. Like you were all he wanted. Everything he wanted to devour and eat. Everything he needed. You were like his drug, and you could see it in his eyes. The way his pupils dilate and the way he licks his lips when he sees you webbed up for him on the bed.

He lets out a dry chuckle, “You sure you want me to unweb you?” He jokes, moving closer to you, a kiss nipping at your neck.

You moan softly as he presses a kiss to this one spot on your neck, one that makes you get goosebumps all over, “I need to feel you, Peter.” You say serious.

He nods running the serum over your hands as the webs immediately dissolve, it takes a moment but then the dissolver is gone, and it feels as if it was never there in the first place.

You run your hands over Peter’s chest, finally feeling his biceps, his abs. The way they were so defined. So created by everything that made him, him. You wanted to lick them. You wanted to devour and leave hickeys on every ab that sat so perfectly on his chest. But you also needed his cock in you. Your body feeling the ache of his hands away and the way your stomach felt like pits of fire as his hands ran all over you.

“How bad do you need me?” He questions you, another kiss to that one spot on your neck.

“Bad, Peter.” You gulped carefully, “I wanna ride you and I never want to stop.”

Peter could only smile, “Fuck… you are perfect.” He groans, lying down on the bed. His cock hard, wanting you and your touch and only yours. He needed you and you needed him. You positioned yourself carefully over his dick, as you feel it enter your pulsing hole that ached for any part of Peter you could possibly get.

You let out a loud moan that shook the room as you placed your hands onto both Peter’s thighs, your fingernails digging into them as he also let out a moan. You moved carefully at first, feeling his cock on your g-spot was like a dream for both of you. Long gone in the feeling of desire as he watched your tits bounce on your chest as you try to move around his cock. Your hips grinding over every part of his lower abdomen. His cock fills you. It’s large and long and god, the way Peter holds onto you as you grind, makes you want to cum. Makes you want him to cum all up inside of you. Feeling every last bit of Peter.

Peter watches you intently, loving the sight of you riding his cock. But you’re getting tired, and Peter can sense it. Quickly, he flips you over and places his lips onto yours as you lean into it. Feeling grateful, that Peter, was once again, taking over. You could hear the crunch of the bedhead as Peter held onto it, grunting as he moved in and out of you. His strength holding him up, making his biceps pop out of his arms and his veins pump. He felt strong and so did you as you took every inch of Peter. You took him hard as he pound in your wet pussy. Your nails dug into his back, scratching him as the two of you move. Leaving red streaks all over his back. Needing more.

The only sounds that fill the room were the two of you moaning, the way the bed move underneath you and the way he hit your g-spot. The way you were everything he needed. The way he was all yours. The way you were all his. It made you both lost. The sound of your moans both getting louder and louder. Needier and needier. Kisses becoming sloppy and hungry and all the two of you knew how to do. The only thing that felt right in that moment.

It felt animalistic, it felt hot. You felt so strongly of desire and Peter was only all the more turned on by the smell of how wet you were, the smell of your pussy. How it filled his nose and every breath he took. Only focusing on you. Only focusing on how perfectly your tits bounce as he move your body. Your body felt like it was made of liquid, moving so flawless, so effortlessly. Both of you unable to differentiate where everything started and where it would end, because both of you were only tangled up in each other’s limbs, you felt nothing but Peter. His skin underneath the nails. His desire filling your mouth as your tongues tangle themselves in each other just like your bodies.

You couldn’t feel yourself, you felt hungry, you felt needed. You weren’t in any state of mind to do anything but this. Peter’s cock felt like it was burning your pussy. The way he gripped the headboard said it all. The way he wasn’t letting himself go and this was only not even a quarter of how good he could make you feel. He was a force of nature.

You could feel yourself in a desperate need to cum. Desperate for Peter to cum inside you and both of you were getting closer to the edge and you both knew it. You could feel the burning pit of familiar fire burning in your stomach. Although this was not desire, this was a burning pit of a knot that needs you to feel some sort of release. That needs you to let go of everything that has built up inside of you.

“Peter, I’m gonna cum.”

It almost never happened. A rare occurrence. Something so slim that both of you would have to work toward separately, “Me too.”

“Please cum inside me, Peter,” You moaned wanting him all.

The two of you were reaching your point at the same time. Something so unrealistic – much like this pair of people sleeping together was happening. You could feel Peter’s cock twitch in your hole, still pumping you out as you grappled onto Peter’s back for dear life, feeling the pleasure and release all through you, all over Peter’s cock. You could feel him twitch in you once more, a signal that he had just cum all inside you. Your grunts and moans calmed down as Peter slowed down, pumping you still, riding each of you off of the high. Your juices mixed together. Feeling nothing but each other.

Peter’s body falls beside yours as the two of you try and heave breaths that sit in your throat.

“Holy shit.” You murmur against the thick air that quickly disperses. Leaving you and Peter in nothing but silence.

You turn to him, “I don’t want this to be like a one-time thing, Peter… It meant something.”

“I know, that’s why, we’re gonna get you cleaned up and tomorrow, I’m going to spend the day with you.” Peter kisses your collarbone, “…and then take you out for dinner. A proper date. Something that we never got to do. A relationship that we never got to have.”

You smile pressing a peck to Peter’s soft lips. Both of your lips swollen and your clit still pulsing from the aftershock of everything that had just happened between the two of you.

“I’d like that.”

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Hello! I first wanna saw I really love brunos triplets like they should’ve added them in the movie and they should manage a way to put them in another encanto movie if they are gonna make one. But I wanna ask how the triplets are when they have a crush on someone??

O HI ANON ^^ im deadass speechless with your kind words asdfghjk thank you so much im glad you really like my ocs !

(content: mentioned physical fights & bruises)

💖Headcanons for the Triplets 💖( im using they/them pronouns for the crush!)

🕊Angelina (Romantic)

🔥Ignacio (Romantic)

✨Javier (Platonic)

🕊Angelina 🕊

🕊The BIGGEST hopeless romantic out of all the siblings. She's the type to swoon over anything romantic.

🕊Besides all of the romance novels she collects, she dances to romantic music alone in her room. Daydreaming of dancing with her soulmate someday. You know the ones who already note down wedding plans after a week of getting to know someone? Lmao that's her.

🕊Maybe she would be out and about doing her chores around town when she spots someone who catches her eye.

🕊Of course she'll be the type to immediately approach her crush and introduce herself. She's really a smiley person but tries her best not to fluster in front of her crush.

🕊 If her crush decides to hang out with her while she's doing her chores, she’ll be a blushing mess and won't run out of stories to tell them! Sometimes that crush would have to remind her she still has chores to finish. She can't help it! She loves spending time with the apple of her eye!

🕊 Whenever she comes home after spending the whole day with her crush, she’ll have a cute dopey smile on her face and instead of walking she’ll just float, maybe twirl a little here and there, and humming a tune. All of her cousins and siblings would lowkey be making fun of her for this.

🕊Maybe she’ll get a little distracted at times and whenever one of her family members points it out, her face would heat up and then she’ll quiet down.

🕊 “Angie, are you alright? You haven't even touched your plate!”

🕊Her cousins and siblings are DEFINITELY GONNA TEASE HER THE ENTIRE TIME! And then she’ll swoon talking about someone cute she’s been meeting for a while now. But if anyone pokes fun at her for being a dork in love, she’ll pout and cross her arms with a “hmph”

🕊Angelina easily opens up to her crush. Maybe the two of them could take a stroll in the forest and rest by the stream she found during her flying trips around the town. The two of them would talk for hours about just about anything--that is until the sun goes down and she’ll sheepishly say that they both have to go home soon.

🕊If her crush isn't afraid of heights, she’ll invite them to join her on those flying trips! She’ll fly with them Peter Pan and Wendy style and she’ll take them to her favorite spots.

🕊Those flying trips consist of flying through the rainbows and clouds, chasing after migrating birds, gliding above the river and dancing through the wind. Very VERY classic disney stuff yknow

🕊And then watching the sunset with her crush on top of a hill ---GAH HEART EYESS 😍

🕊When she’s REALLY flustered she’d unconsciously float all of a sudden. She really is a full blown hopeless romantic DORK. She’d definitely invite her crush over for dinner several times.

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🔥 Ignacio 🔥

🔥Besides his gift, Ignacio is well known for his beautiful singing voice and musical talent. In the morning he’ll sing in the church choir for mass, and after he does his chores, he’ll bring his tiple to the middle of town and play songs for people in the afternoon.

🔥A small crowd would gather around him and he’d enjoy doing his little fire tricks while he performs--and that’s when he’d spot his stunning crush walking with their friends.

🔥Maaaybeee he’d be a little show-offy trying to impress his crush, but that's just because he has little to no idea how to be romantic.

🔥Sure he’d have fans his age that swoon over him, and sometimes the praise would get to his head--but if his crush isn't paying attention to him at all , he’d be dumbfounded and try to be a little “flashier” with his antics the next time he performs in his mini concerts.

🔥If his crush decides to approach him first, he’d be a nervous wreck stumbling over his words-- which is a HUGE contrast as to how he typically acts around other people.

🔥His fiery attitude and charisma makes it seem like he’d never be the type to have nothing to say-- but when he’s around his crush even after weeks of getting to know him he’ll still be…really awkward.

🔥If he didn't have a reputation to keep up, he’d be the type to run away flustered from the people he likes. So most of the time he covers up his flustered reactions with a joke or some witty banter to go off topic.

🔥There were times however where he wished his crush wouldn't catch him in the act of getting involved in some fights at the alleyways. He’d be caught like a deer in headlights if his crush sees him with a bruised nose and bleeding lips. Turns out Ignacio heard a bunch of teens insulting his parents and it turned into a really nasty fight.

🔥Ignacio will beg for his crush to not tell his mom that he got into another fight--before munching on a half eaten arepa he swiped from the kitchen. He’s going to feel bad his crush saw him like this and grumbles that he won't mind if they break off the friendship right then and there. If Ignacio gets comforted by his crush while he’s in that vulnerable state--he’d feel butterflies in his stomach.

🔥Ignacio would usually play his guitar while sitting on the courtyard balconies in front of his room---and he typically creates music according to what he’s thinking about or what he’s feeling that day. But ever since that incident, the Madrigal household would notice how Ignacio seems to be playing more and more happier/delightful melodies with his guitar. Interesting…

🔥His brother Javi would be the first to point this out to him--and Ignacio would immediately deny that he’s in love…. But Javi didnt accuse Ignacio of being in love….hmmmmmm

🔥 Ignacio would bottle his feelings in and would try to avoid his crush afterwards---but his sister Anglina would know young love when she sees one.

🔥“Soooo Ignacio, who do you have a crush on?” “WHAT? WHAT DO YOU MEAN CRUSH? I DONT HAVE A CRUSH” jackpot. Angelina would offer him advice anyway.

🔥Afterwards, Ignacio would feel more conscious about his appearance and his behavior. He’ll wear neater clothes and avoid fights. He’ll comb his hair more often and act more gentlemanly. He’d speak softly and not act upon his hot-temper. He’ll restrain his firebreath and keep his emotions at bay. It's like Ignacio has been replaced by someone else!

🔥He started thinking that if he acted a certain way---then maybe his crush would return his feelings…

🔥But his crush would know that this isn't like him at all. His heart will melt if his crush tells him that they like him for who he is. He’ll write more love songs and sing them to his crush. Brush up on serenading skills until he has enough courage to ask them out---after formally asking permission from his crush’s parents of course.

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✨Javier✨ (Platonic headcanons eyy bc hes Aro)

✨Javi used to be a really happy and playful kid growing up. Back when he used to grow his hair long. But after that ‘incident’… Everyone noticed how much Javi has changed, not just with his hair cut short or the fact he started wearing glasses… he’s more introverted, withdrawn, and grouchy.

✨He’s typically too self-absorbed to consider going out more often to make friends. To him, all he cares about is finishing his chores---and heading straight to the library. (He’s not allowed to return home early after Abuela Alma chastised him for not spending his spare time to engage with the townsfolk more. )

✨He has NO energy dealing with another earful from his mom and abuela just because he wants to be left alone.

✨Javi would be good friends with the librarian just because he drops by so often. He'll be sitting on his little corner with floating books, parchment and pens surrounding him. And stay there for hours.

✨He would be interrupted by another teenager his age mumbling about looking for a particular book. Javi would quietly groan in frustration before using his powers to levitate a book off the shelf and deliver it to them so they could shut up. Lmao

✨The next day, that very same person would approach Javi busy reading a book while he’s helping a neighbor collect fruits from an orchard with his powers.

✨This person would point out how they’ve also read the same book Javi’s reading. Javi would only nod politely and briefly mention he’s read the book twice now. (but his attention will still be glued to the book. )

✨…That is until that person boldly offers their literary analysis on the story and Javi would immediately stop what he’s doing to refute their statement with his own arguments just because their interpretations don't match his.

✨After a looonggg debate, Javi reluctantly agrees to hang out at the library with this person. He hasn't met anyone besides his relatives who share the same interests as him.

✨Although it would take a realllly really long time for him to open up to his new friend, eventually he will. But those moments are few and far between. And even when he does, he’s still really vague on expressing his real thoughts and emotions.

✨After a few weeks of getting to know each other, the two of them would be at that stage of sharing gossip. Javi knows it's wrong but he can't help his guilty pleasure after all the times people would talk behind his back thinking he wouldn't notice. But oh he definitely listens.

✨He doesn't typically enjoy spending time with a group of people unless they’re family or if he really has to in social gatherings, but if he’s introduced to a small group of people his age who are all nerds like him he’d be over the moon.

✨He and his new clique started off as like a little book club, that is until they all started hanging out as friends for real. Other than doing group studies and debates, they’ll all be at the river, enjoying the sun and the water-- and he’d use his powers to play harmless pranks with them. He’ll come home sunburnt that's for sure and he’d excitedly tell his siblings all the new friends he made.

✨Things would go well that is until Abuela Alma would use his new found excitement over his group of friends as a sign that it’s time to arrange him to be a suitor. The second he found out, he would immediately protest and firmly insist that he doesn't want to get married at all.

✨After rejecting every eligible bachelorette introduced to him by Abuela Alma, he gets scolded stating that marriage is a part of his duty to uphold the Madrigal name. He gets really furious at the idea of being forced into a relationship he doesn't want that he storms out.

✨After he explained to his friends everything that happened, he breaks down into tears. Being torn apart between his feelings and his duties as a Madrigal. He spends the entire afternoon with his friends comforting him. When he returns home, his mom gently reassures him that she convinced Abuela Alma that he won't be forced into arranged marriages anymore.

✨Apparently his friends spoke privately to Evalina about how truly miserable he feels on being forced to marry. And with a hug, she deeply apologizes to Javi for not listening to him. Javi cries in her arms

✨After that, his bond with his new friends deepened over time. He’s quite protective over them and “affectionate” (in a sense that he’d still make fun of or sass his friends but he does that because he really loves them all ). He once thought that soulmates aren't a thing but apparently he found several of them. He’ll keep them all close to his heart and won't have it any other way.

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sunburn - part four

warnings: language, kind of hurts but you know, peter is still acting up, mj might kill someone  pairing: peter parker x reader (soulmate au) word count: 4.4k

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"What's your favorite color?"

"Brown," you answered immediately, not even realizing you had a favorite until the question was asked. It seemed like every day you liked a different color more, but as soon as he asked you realized you had an answer. All you could think about was Peter, and it seemed like the answer came to you.

"Why?"

"You're gonna laugh at me," you felt your cheeks warm up a little.

"No I won't, pinky promise," Spider-Man stuck out his pinky and you bit your lip to keep from smiling as you hooked your pinky with his.

This was probably the fourth time this week he's surprised you with a visit, like he had been doing for the last few weeks. It was the weekend and you were reading on your fire escape when he showed up, the eyes of his mask squinting like he might be grinning as he greeted you.

Now he was comfortable enough to give you a pinky promise and talk about your favorite color, apparently.

"It's the color of my soulmate's eyes," you finally muttered, waiting for him to start laughing, but it never came. You felt something weird in your chest and tried not to grimace, realizing Peter must be with Liz as the feeling of adoration crowded your emotions.

"That's a little cheesy," Spider-Man breathed out, "But, uh, it's cute."

"What's yours?" You asked in return, wanting to change the subject and really wishing that stupid emotion Peter was having would go away.

"Yellow," he responded, pausing for a minute. "I guess I don't have any right to say yours was cheesy cause mine is also a bit cliché."

"Their eyes are yellow?" You laughed a little, and he chuckled with you but shook his head.

"No, no, uh," he hesitated, "Um, it's a color they wear often. Every time I see it, it reminds me of them."

"That's cute," you felt a little ache at his words, but they were sweet.

Spider-Man was a stranger, sure, but you felt comfortable around him. You didn't often hang out as long as you had that first night - often his AI Karen would warn him of something happening and he'd have to bolt off.

But the times he could stay longer were nice. He talked to you about everything and anything - he liked to hear your opinions on things, what books were your favorites, your friends and family. And you liked to talk to him as a distraction.

"Any fun plans for the week?" He crossed his legs, the eyes of his mask widening and narrowing, making you laugh a little.

"Mostly just finishing Catcher in the Rye. And of course I've been helping my sister with wedding plans and stuff. But I'm meeting some friends for bowling tonight, I haven't seen them all since break started, so that'll be nice."

Nice except for Liz and Peter being there.

"I suck at bowling," he admitted, and you gave him a look.

"What, there's something Spider-Man's bad at? I beg to differ."

"You'd be surprised at how many things I can mess up," he chuckled lightly, but you could almost note a hard edge in his tone. "Shit, Karen's telling me there's a robbery on seventh. We'll have to catch up later, sorry."

"Don't worry, go get the bad guys," you laughed when his mask winked at you. He jumped off your ledge like it was nothing, sending you a wave before shooting a web at an adjacent building, swinging away.

You spent the remainder of the afternoon reading your book. It was lucky that you managed to finish it just before looking at the clock and realizing you were going to be late to the bowling alley if you didn't start getting ready.

MJ sent you a couple texts while you were changing, mostly bullying you for being late, making you laugh and shake your head as you climbed into your car to go pick her up.

She wasn't outside when you got to her house, and you laid on the horn until she came stumbling out, her bag thrown over her shoulder and a grumpy look on her face that made you cackle.

"Jeez, stop honking, the neighbors already don't like me," MJ hissed, jumping into the passenger seat.

"You made fun of me for being late but you weren't out here waiting, that's what you deserve," you chuckled as you started driving, "And why don't the neighbors like you?"

"Long story. Are you gonna drive like a grandma the whole way there? Just wondering."

"Oh, shut up."

Despite the comments from MJ about being late, it seemed liked you guys were there right one time. Luckily it wasn't too packed and you saw some familiar heads near the entrance. You relaxed when you realized it was only Ned and Betty there, grinning at each other and laughing.

"Hey!" Betty quickly pulled you into an excited hug, before grabbing MJ and doing the same. "It's so good to see you guys! How's your summer been?"

You all caught up as you stood in line to rent shoes and get a lane, glad the place wasn't too packed. Ned was telling you all a funny story about Betty's family reunion as you paid and went to the lane, and you couldn't help the wide grin on your face the whole time. You had really missed your friends.

"Are Liz and Peter coming?" You asked as everyone put on their shoes, trying to be nonchalant about it. But you were secretly crossing your fingers and hoping they wouldn't be, which might've been a selfish thought, but you couldn't stand to see them together.

"Liz for sure isn't," Betty spoke up, "She said something about spending time with her cousin upstate? Peter hasn't said anything."

"Ah," you nodded, and MJ gave you a look, but you just shook your head and hoped she wouldn't pry. She was always more observant and you had been really careful during school to ensure that she wouldn't find out about you and Peter.

You suddenly felt a spark of guilt and nerves and almost wanted to bolt out of there.

"Hey guys," Peter's voice made everyone turn to face him, Ned immediately making fun of him for being late. "Sorry, uh, Stark internship."

"Same excuse as usual," Betty sighed while Ned and Peter exchanged a look, making you frown. "You better go get shoes or we're gonna start without you."

"Don't need to tell me twice," he grinned a little before his eyes fell on you, the smile dropping. But you focused on tying your shoes and after an awkward second he went to the shoe counter. Luckily no one seemed to notice that.

He was back quick enough and soon you three had entered names into the board (mostly vine or meme related, because you couldn't help yourselves) and started a game. MJ had beaten you all easily, especially Peter who could not seem to hit any pins.

"You totally cheated, just saying," you crossed your arms as MJ got yet another strike, flipping you all off when everyone shouted complaints. "There's no way you got three strikes in a row."

"How would I cheat at bowling?" She smirked, throwing her hands up. "It's not my fault you guys can't play!"

"Hey, I at least made two strikes," Betty pointed out, and you held your hand up for a high five from her.

"At least one of you made some strikes, if I had to watch Peter make another one in the gutter I'd have had to ask someone to take me out with a bowling ball-"

"Hey!" Peter protested, almost bringing a smile to your lips at the offense in his tone. "I wasn't the only one making gutter balls, MJ."

"Yeah, but you kind of were making most of them," Ned muttered, getting a glare from his friend.

"Should we do another game and we can all gang up against MJ?" You suggested, immediately getting yes's from everyone while MJ just rolled her eyes.

"As if even all of you teamed up could top my score."

"I think I have the wrong size shoe, it's been weird the whole game," Ned complained, shaking his foot. "I'm gonna get another pair before the next one."

"I'll come with," Betty said quickly, not surprising anyone as she went with him, leaving the three of you alone.

"I'm starving, I skipped lunch so I'm gonna grab something quick from the front," MJ said, and you almost wanted to beg her to stay, but that would be too obvious. Peter twitched a little as she stood up and left, undoubtedly feeling your anxiety at being left alone with him.

You fumbled with your phone while pretending you didn't see Peter sneak a few glances at you, fidgeting in his seat. It was obvious he was going to ask a question from his emotions, but you still wished he wouldn't. Surely Betty and Ned would be back soon or MJ would-

"How's your summer been?" His voice was slightly more high-pitched than normal and that almost made you laugh. But you felt his nerves and guilt (and sadness?) in your chest and as much as you wanted to just ignore him and be petty, you couldn't stand to.

"Just prepping for the trip, mostly," you replied, not really looking up from your phone. "Need to get the money together soon."

"So you're for sure going?" Peter asked quietly, not meeting your eyes either. He hadn't really looked you in the eyes since that day.

"Yeah, I am," you replied, almost annoyed by the question. "Don't worry, I'll be sure to stay far away from you and Liz."

He winced at that, "Y/N, you know that's not why I was...listen, Liz and I are-"

"Yeah, I don't want to hear this," you muttered, getting up.

"Wait, don't - you don't have to leave. Can we just talk-"

"I don't want to hear it again, Peter, I can't," you shut your eyes, sighing through your nose, "I already said it a month ago and it's the same now. Stop trying to talk to me about it, you already made it very clear."

Peter held a hand to his chest as you walked away quickly towards MJ, struggling to tell if the pain was coming from you or from him. Maybe both.

He hated that. He hated that he could feel what you were feeling and vice versa. During lunch back in school he could barely even look in Liz's direction without feeling a sharp tug of longing and hurt in his chest. And when he saw your expression while you tried not to look at either of them, he knew you wished he couldn't feel your emotions, too. Now it wasn't any different, and Liz wasn't even here.

He knew you could feel his guilt all the time, and that just made it worse.

You found MJ with a drink in her hand waiting by the end of the food counter, smiling down at her phone, likely texting her soulmate. She looked up when you came, a concerned expression gracing her features when she saw your expression.

"What's wrong?" she asked immediately, and you just shook your head.

"Nothing, just decided I was hungry," you shrugged, avoiding her gaze, "Do they have anything good here?"

MJ got a suspicious look in her eyes and ignored your question, looking at you for a second before looking back to where Peter was now talking to Ned and Betty, a strange faraway look in his eyes. "No fucking way."

"What?"

"It's him?" She demanded, setting her drink down on the counter. "Peter's your soulmate?"

Your eyes widened as you saw her angry expression, not sure how she figured it out so easily. "MJ, no-no, it's not-"

"I'm gonna kill him," She seethed, but you grabbed her arm to keep her from moving.

"Stop," you said quickly, not having to look at Peter to know he probably just realized from your emotions and MJ's expression that she just realized what was going on. His emotions spiked but you forced yourself to focus on not letting MJ make a scene. "Not here."

"Why didn't you tell me?" She calmed down slightly, starting to ramble, "When - I thought he and Liz were soulmates, but you - I knew it was someone we knew, but I can't believe he would hurt you like-"

"MJ," you cut her off, stepping in front of her so she'd look you in the eyes and stop glaring at Peter, "Listen to me. It's fine."

"It's absolutely not fine!" She argued, "We all know how excited you were to meet your soulmate. We all knew that, and for Peter to know that and still think it was okay to do what he did, to not want you - I don't think so."

"He's with Liz, you know that."

"So she also thinks it's okay to deprive you of a soulmate-"

"She doesn't know," you defended her, knowing MJ didn't mean it to be a dig to Liz, but she was protective of you. "We didn't tell anyone, definitely not her. It's not her fault."

"Y/N, this is..." she stared at Peter again, her gaze hardening, "I want to throw him like a bowling ball down the-"

"Stop," you repeated, "Please, MJ, don't say anything to anyone, especially not to him. I'm okay., honest."

"But you're not okay," she insisted, "I'm your best friend, I can see how much this has been eating away at you. You've been off ever since your sunburn, I could tell even before you told Liz and I. It's not okay that he did that."

"I'll be okay," you corrected, but she still shook her head.

"You know this isn't right, Y/N. I want to talk to him-"

"I don't want to make our group a mess," you interrupted, seeing her expression soften, "I don't want everyone to freak out and hate Peter, he doesn't deserve that. I don't want him and Liz to break up just because of me, she doesn't deserve that. And you talking to him is just gonna make it worse. I'm gonna get over it, MJ, I promise. I just want things to be normal."

She stared at you for a minute, still very pissed, but you knew she knew better than to go and attack Peter. She respected your wishes too much to do that.

"I'm not gonna be nice to him," she said flatly, making you crack a small smile.

"You don't have to be but...but please don't say anything."

"Fine," she picked her cup back up, "I'm gonna buy you a cookie and then we're gonna try and get through the rest of this day without me punching Peter in the face."

"I think that's doable."

Peter looked uncomfortable under MJ's glare the rest of the game, and you almost felt bad about that. Just because he didn't want to be with you didn't mean you wanted MJ to suddenly hate him. You didn't even hate him - he made a decision that hurt, but he you knew he didn't want or intend to hurt you. It was evident in the regret you felt from him almost every day.

You knew MJ, though, and you were worried that she would say something to him even though you asked her not to.

Luckily the rest of the game went fine, Ned and Betty oblivious to any tension between the rest of you. Peter managed to make a strike much to everyone's shock, and you and MJ were somehow almost tied by the end of it, though she claimed she was going easy on everyone this round.

Betty left early, giving everyone a tight hug and promised to hang out soon. Ned left soon after, until it was just you, Peter, and MJ stood awkwardly outside. Peter was waiting for May and MJ for her Dad, but you were a little nervous to leave them alone based on MJ's expression the whole night.

"Sure you don't need a ride back?" You asked her again, definitely stalling, and she just shook her head.

"My dad's coming home from work this way anyway, don't worry about it. Let me know if you need to talk, okay?"

"Of course," you gave her a hug, "I'll be fine, MJ, I promise."

"I know," she nudged you toward your car, making you laugh. "We'll see each other again soon, maybe during a lunch break at my internship?"

"You bet," you grinned, waving to her and saying a very quick "bye" to Peter before going to your car, hoping maybe Spider-Man would pay you another visit despite the late hour. You could definitely use the distraction after spending the whole night trying to ignore Peter.

As you drove off you waved to your friends, missing how MJ turned to Peter and gave him a hard look as soon as your car left the parking lot.

-

You woke up with your heart racing, not really sure why.

As soon as you got home you flopped onto your bed, ignoring how Peter's guilt and regret and other annoying emotions were extra strong as soon as you left the bowling alley, for whatever reason. It was annoying trying to figure out who was feeling what, though times like this it was obvious - you weren't guilty of anything. He was.

The drive home was fine other than that, and you got a text from MJ saying she made it home safe, which put you in a good mood. You didn't like having to leave her there even if her Dad was on his way.

But you crashed as soon as you got home and went to sleep perfectly fine, so waking up this abruptly was odd.The alarm clock said it was nearly three and you had gone to sleep fairly early, and you weren't dreaming about anything weird, so why-

With a wince your hand went to your stomach, now understanding what was happening. There was a deep fear in your chest and your heart was still beating way faster than normal, and it wasn't coming from you.

Peter was feeling terrified.

You scrambled for your phone, not thinking as you dialed his number for the first time in months. All you could think was that something was seriously wrong, Peter never felt this scared before about anything-

"Hello?" The sound of his voice relaxed you only slightly, but it sounded strained, "Y/N?"

"Hey, are...are you okay?"

"Yeah, mhm, I'm fine," he said quickly, but you could feel in his emotions that that wasn't the case. "What, uh, what's up?"

"Did you forget I can feel your emotions?" You put a hand on your chest, trying to relax his fear, "Something's going on."

"I just had a...bad dream," his voice still sounded off, "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up."

"It's okay, I just..." your voice trailed off, "I just wanted to make sure you were okay."

He was silent for a moment, and a weird emotion started building in your chest from his end. "Y/N, I-"

His voice cut off and you cursed, pulling it away from your ear to see a black screen. With a frown you looked down to see that your charger hadn't been plugged in, resulting in your phone dying. You hadn't checked the percentage when you called.

"Shit," you muttered, plugging it back in and setting it on your desk, feeling disappointment in your chest, and you weren't sure who it was coming from.

The fear was somewhat gone, though - he wasn't as scared and you could tell he was relaxing, or at least trying to. His emotions were still kind of all over the place, but you being calm was helping. Maybe it was just a bad dream.

Once your phone turned back on after what felt like forever, you hesitated for a moment before typing out a text to him.

sorry, phone died. you okay now?

His emotions still felt weird, so you added the last part just to make sure. You sent it and stared at the screen for a moment, waiting for a reply.

There were a few taps on your window and you jumped, dropping your phone. You looked up to see Spider-Man perched on your windowsill, the closest he had been to actually being inside your room.

You didn't hesitate to flick a light on to see better and then move to the window and slide it open, the cool air giving you goosebumps.

"Hey," You said in a surprised tone, smiling a little. "I didn't think you were coming tonight."

"What, and miss out on you scolding me for keeping you awake? Never," he joked, but almost immediately you could tell something was off.

"You alright?" You asked carefully, seeing how his gloved hands were shaking slightly.

"I could use a distraction, if I'm being honest," he admitted, "I saw some things tonight and...I just wanted to see y-um, a friend. I know it's really late, I'm sorry. I wouldn't have bothered but I saw you were awake so...yeah."

"Don't worry about it," you smiled a little, pushing your window open more, "It's cold out there though, why don't you come in here?"

He hesitated, shifting in his crouching position, "You want me to come inside?"

"Yes, that's what I meant when I said come in," you said a little jokingly, offering him a hand. He hesitated but put his hand in yours as he hopped into your room, looking around before awkwardly dropping your hand.

"Cute place."

"Thanks," you went to move some things from your desk to make it seem a little tidier, not really phased by the fact that Spider-Man was just standing in your room at three in the morning. By now you were so used to and comfortable around the superhero that it felt as if MJ or Ned was standing in here with you.

You watched his masked eyes move over your desk, covered in various old homework pages and notebooks and pens that you had just shoved over. You had photos pinned to a cork board above it, and his mask shifted a little as he looked at them, making you think maybe he was smiling.

"These your friends?" He asked carefully, his voice sounding a little off even with the voice changer he always had on.

"Uh, yeah. That one's just MJ and Ned and I," you said softly, pointing to the one he was focused on. "Liz and Betty are in this one, and that's the decathlon team. And this one is my sister."

"Any pictures of your soulmate?" He asked in the same cautious tone, and you felt some nerves dance around your stomach at the question.

"Mhm," you hummed, crossing your arms and shifting a little as you tapped a photo that had Peter in it. "He, uh...he's the one in this picture."

You always liked that picture of the group. It was just MJ and Ned and Peter and you, the original four. For the life of you, you couldn't remember when the picture was taken or even how old you guys were, but the smiles on your faces were bright and you knew it had been a good memory nonetheless.

Spider-Man's silence was a little weird, him usually being so teasing and throwing around dumb jokes. But you could tell he was still tense and his hands hadn't really calmed from their shaking earlier. Whatever happened must have hit him hard.

"What about you, huh? You carry a picture of yours around in your wallet or something, want to share with the class?"

"Ha ha, sorry but no, can't risk anyone seeing what they look like while I'm wearing the suit, what if I dropped it or something?" he chuckled a little, but you could tell it was kind of forced.

"Still need some distracting?" You asked, and he just gave you a little nod. "Want me to read to you?"

He stared at you for a second, his masked eyes widening. "Really?"

"I mean, I really should finish this book soon, and you said you needed a distraction so-"

"Yes, yeah, that's a good idea," he said quickly, making you bite your lip to keep from laughing at his reaction. "What book is it?"

"Wuthering Heights," you grabbed your copy from your bookstand, pulling out the bookmark. "Second book on the reading list for AP Lit."

"Damn, you're killing it with these books, you already finished Catcher in the Rye?"

"You bet," you smiled a little as you gestured to your chair in the corner, "Go sit down, and no interrupting or I'm kicking you out."

"Yes, ma'am," he took a seat on your chair, the sight almost making you want to laugh - New York's friendly neighborhood hero sitting in your fluffy pink arm chair.

You sat on your bed, getting comfortable as you found the right page, ignoring Spider-Man's eyes on you.

He relaxed against the chair once you started reading out loud - your voice was soft so your parent's wouldn't wake up and hear you, and in hopes that he would calm down from whatever thoughts were keeping him jittery.

It was almost funny to see him relax into your chair, his head tilted back and the eyes of his mask shut as you were reading. For once he wasn't fidgeting and his arms were folded across his stomach, his legs stretched out from the chair.

So you kept reading, glad to know it was helping even a little.

You didn't notice the affectionate feelings rising in your emotions as you read. Or minutes later when you were falling asleep in between sentences, how he got up to catch your book before it fell and placed it on your side table, tucking the book mark in.

He pulled your blanket up to cover you, taking your phone and plugging it in and switching the light off, trying to be quiet so he wouldn't wake you up. There was a notepad on your desk that he grabbed and wrote a little note on it, sticking the paper to your book before going by the window.

With a last long look he snuck out, shutting the window as quietly as possible before swinging off.

~

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MJ meets Peter again and starts to fall for him. Only problem: she has a fiance.

"You haven't picked the cake yet?" Brad sighs, the annoyance so palpable MJ almost hangs up the phone. It's not like he's helped her at all. She's chosen the flowers, his suit, the majority of the guest list even though they're mostly his guests.

"No," she says, chewing her bottom lip as she walks towards the bakery.

She's pretty sure wedding planning is supposed to be fun but she's not entirely sure what they're even getting married for anymore. She guesses the deposits are paid and people are ready - so it just - makes sense.

Besides, it's not like these lingering doubts were at the forefront of her mind before she met Peter. They were there, obviously, but she had shoved them so far down she managed to convince herself she was happy. That life and love were just a little hard, it was effort and far more compromise than she was used to.

But she and Brad have been together since she was eighteen. When she went to MIT with a confidence she doesn't remember having in high school but she wanted to use it. And she had so much love, just pouring out of her and no one to give it to. And Brad was right there.

She vaguely remembers him from the trip to Europe but honestly, that whole portion of her mind is a little fuzzy. Brad say sit's all in her head. He's probably right. Still, she kept the black dahlia necklace she managed to trace back to Venice in her jewellery box even when he convinced her to throw it away. Something about another guy buying her jewellery. But MJ doesn't even know where it came from - and she's definitely never had anyone love her enough to get her something that special.

"For fuck - Michelle, sweetheart," he says, the effort he has to take to be calm around her should send warning signs down her spine but she can't really be anything but excited right now as she sees the sign for May's Bakery up ahead.

"Can you just pick one today, okay?"

She sees Peter behind the counter as she walks up to the store. His back is to her and she wants to walk up behind him and wrap her arms around his waist and see how he reacts. She wants to lean closer than she's allowed when she's at her tasting. She kinda wants to taste him.

"Sure."

Brad hangs up before she gets a chance to tell him she loves him back. Oh well.

The bell dings but Peter doesn't immediately spin around but she doesn't mind, his hair is fluffy and she likes to watch his back muscles move under his shirt.

"Hey, MJ," he says, his voice full of a happiness no one else ever directs at her.

"Hey," she replies, feeling nervous as always when she first walks in. It always leaves, sort of, there's always a base level of nerves around him. Like she's on a first date even though the most they ever touch is his fingers on the back of her hand when he passes her a cupcake.

It's silly because it's not like Peter ever thinks about her. Maybe in a, fucking hell please don't make me bake another cake, kind of way. But he definitely doesn't think about kissing her, or telling her he might be falling in love with her, or telling her to just call off her wedding and be with him.

That would be insane.

Peter turns then, his smile wide and his face covered in flour and frosting and her heart thumps in her chest. Fuck, he's so pretty. She stifles down a laugh and he pouts at her.

"What?" he asks, his eyes dancing in the warm light of the bakery.

"Nothing," she replies, her hands up in mock surrender. "You're just covered in half the cake I'm meant to be tasting."

"Oh," he laughs, his hand rubbing over his cheeks but he misses it.

"It's just -" she starts, rolling her eyes when he tries to shake it off like a dog. "Come here, loser."

He bounds over, and when he stops in front of her he's closer than he's ever been and he smells like sugar and vanilla and she wants to kiss him so badly she might just die.

Instead, she wipes her thumb just under his bottom lip, feeling his intake of breath more than she hears it.

"There," she whispers, her hand lingering against his face while he swallows.

"Thank you," he mutters against her thumb. She should move away now, that would make the most sense. It would be the better thing to do and yet she can't look away from him. The look in his eyes that she can't place yet feels so familiar. The way he looks like he wants to tell her something.

In the end, a car horn jolts her and she steps back, taking a deep breath as Peter runs to get another selection of cakes that she's going to love as much as the first. She could have picked any of them by now - but thankfully, she's the only one that knows that.

"Sorry," she says, sitting down in her usual spot. "I know it's annoying to have to redo things - I just - I don't know what I want."

"I don't mind," he replies. He places the cakes down and goes to grab two cups of tea. Earl Grey. Her favourite. "I can make whatever cake you want."

"I'm meant to be making a decision today," she says, though the thought of not seeing Peter again until he brings the cake on the wedding day makes her feel sick. She can't tell if it's the thought of not seeing him for a few weeks. Or the thought of seeing him when he's not the one she's marrying.

"But the lemon cake looks so good as well," she says, peering into the display cabinet. "I guess I could try that one today."

"Nope," he says quickly, running his hand through his hair.

"What?" MJ laughs. The cake is for sale so it would only be making things easier for him.

"That one is - er it's stale."

"You don't sell stale cakes!"

"It's for a customer," he replies, shrugging.

"Peter -"

"You have to come back," he says, his fingers tapping against the tabletop. "I'll make you another one. But you have to come back."

She looks at him, the way his eyes are wide like he didn't mean to say that even though he had ample opportunities to stop. The way his entire body is angled towards her, as hers is to him. The way his chest heaves as she watches him. The way his eyes drop to her lips.

"Okay," she breathes. "I'll come back."

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Plank All Over Me - 72 Questions With Vogue Edition

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

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“Hi. I’m here from Vogue. Mind if I ask you a few questions?”

“Oh, hey. Didn’t see you there.” You flirtatiously flipped your perfectly curled hair over your shoulder and winked at the camera. “Come on in.”

You walked inside your house, and gestured for the camera man to follow. In preparation for the interview, you and Tom had gotten out every award you’d ever won and strategically placed them around the house. You smiled at the camera and rubbed your hand over your growing baby bump.

“Welcome to my crib. Sorry it’s such a mess.” You rolled your eyes and faked a laugh, knowing the house was far from being a mess. You kept walking and saw Tom in the living room, polishing on of his awards with a feather duster.

“Oh my stars.” You feigned a gasp once you spotted Tom. “Is that my husband, the critically acclaimed movie star and Lip-sync battle winner, Tom Holland? I had no idea he was home.” You winked at the camera again.

“Oh, hello.” Tom stopped dusting and posed with a smile. “Don’t mind me. I was just cleaning this.”

“Might want to give that a dusting too.” You pointed to one of your awards before sending the camera another huge smile.

“Are you guys ready to answer some questions?” The camera guy asked.

“I was born ready.” Tom concurred with a smile.

“You were a C section baby.” You reminded him. “You weren’t even born.”

“I was removed ready.” He kept the same tone in his voice.

“Where did you meet?” The camera man asked as you and Tom began to walk towards your backyard.

“We met at BBC Radio 1 while doing the Plank All Over Me challenge.” Tom answered.

“Where was your first date?”

“Cracker Barrel.” You winked at the camera as you opened your back door. Tom laughed and shook his head at your joke.

“It was not. We got milkshakes at an Ice Cream Shop in Soho.” He corrected you.

“Who made the first move?”

“Why, he did.” You touched a hand to your heart. “He found me after the planking challenge, both our arms sore and aching, and asked me out on a date. We’ve been together ever since.”

“When you did you move in together?”

“About six months into the relationship when I realized she had a bigger bathroom than me.” Tom answered as he took a seat in one of your decorative deck chairs.

“How long have you been together?”

“Since September 29, 2019 at precisely 6:33 p.m.” You responded.

“Wow. Just a year?”

“Realistically, we’ve been together for a few years, but that’s when this series was first posted.” You shrugged. Tom and the camera blinked in confusion for a few minutes as they processed what you said.

“Moving on.” The camera man cleared his throat. “Tom, how did you pick an engagement ring?”

“I went into the shop and I said “which is the least expensive because I’m trying to buy a Porsche” and that’s how she ended up with this bad boy.” Tom smirked as he held up your hand to show off your engagement ring.

“I can’t wait to tell our baby that story.” You played along as you rubbed your baby bump.

“When did you know you wanted to propose?”

“As soon as she started whining because the planking was hurting her arms, I knew she was the one.” Tom joked.

“Did you know he was going to propose?”

“Surprisingly, no.” You laughed. “It’s the one secret he’s ever kept.

“I nearly got an ulcer from trying to keep it from her.” Tom blew out a breath.

“Who planned the majority of the wedding?”

“I did.” You declared. “I had to text Tom the morning of the wedding to remind him where the venue was.”

“Did either of you cry?”

“As soon as I mentioned the yoga challenge in my vows, the whole room was sobbing.” Tom teased.

“How big was the reception?”

“Let’s just say, we had all the Avengers there.” Tom nodded.

“All the important ones, anyway.” You joked. “Mackie couldn’t make it.”

“How did you spend your honeymoon?”

“We went to Bali and didn’t see any of it.” Tom smirked, earning a playful smack on the arm from you.

“What’s been your favorite video together?”

“I loved the prank with Josh.” You answered with a smile.

“I didn’t.” Tom shook his head. “I nearly threw hands with a ginger that day. I quite liked the friendship test.”

“What video gave you the fondest memories?”

“Spill your Guts, for sure. That’s when I learned about the existence of this one.” Tom beamed as he rubbed your baby bump.

“What was your least favorite video to film?”

“We already know Tom’s answer.” You chuckled.

“Prank interview.” He stated. “To this day, I hate it.”

“Did you see yourself getting married when you first met?”

“All I saw were the nose hairs in Tom’s nostrils when we first met.” You laughed. “After all, he did plank on me for six and a half minutes.”

“I had a feeling we would.” Tom smiled shyly. “Or a hope, at least.”

You pouted at his sincerity and leaned forward to kiss him, which his happily accepted.

“Have you thought of baby names?”

“Josh.” You answered immediately and Tom groaned.

“I’m kidding.” You rolled your eyes. “I really like the name Ryan Reynolds though.”

”What are you hoping for?”

“An oscar.” Tom answered at the same time you said “A divorce.”

“You already want a divorce?” The camera man laughed.

“Oh, not a divorce from Tom.” You assured him. “I want Ryan Reynolds to divorce Blake Lively so he can marry me instead.” You explained as Tom nodded along.

“And I want to die every time she says that.” He cracked a smile.

“Let’s get back to the baby questions.” The camera man said as you began to move around the yard. “Do you know the gender?”

“We do.” Tom said deviously. “But we’re not telling.”

“Do you think the baby will be more like their mother or their father?”

“Definitely me.” You stated.

“Why are you so sure?”

“Because Tom’s not the father.” You smiled sweetly. Tom stared at the camera with an unamused expression and shook his head.

“Who’s going to be the fun parent?”

“Considering I’m the parent who can swing from buildings, I say me.” Tom boasted.

“Who’s going to teach the baby how to read?”

“I am. And after the baby learns, they can teach Tom.” You smiled as you patted Tom’s shoulder.

“Do you think the baby will like to plank?”

“If they’re anything like their mommy, no.” Tom poked fun at you.

“And if they’re anything like their daddy, they’ll grow up to play the Green Lantern.” You shot back.

“Hahahah. She’s so funny.” Tom forced a laugh at your joke.

“Do you think the baby will develop your senses of humor?”

“Wait, you have a sense of humor?” You asked Tom. “You didn’t tell me that.”

“She loves me so much, it’s crazy.” Tom deadpanned towards the camera.

“Do you want the baby to grow up to be an actor or actress like you guys?”

“I just want the baby to be happy.” Tom gave a serious answer. “Every thing else will fall into place on its own.”

“That’s a great answer. Do you think you’ll post about the baby a lot of keep them out of the spotlight for the first few years of their life?”

“I think we’ll wait until they’re at least 4 months old until we exploit them for our own financial gain.” You said and Tom nodded along.

“Have you picked out the godparents yet?”

“Hugh Jackman and Jake Gyllenhaal.” You joked. “They’re so excited. Jake said he would take the baby fishing.”

“He’s taken me fishing a few times.” Tom said as he stared off.

“How have you been preparing for the baby?”

“Well, I personally stopped sleeping, changed my whole diet, started lactating, and my pelvic bone separated in the middle so that I could push the baby out. Tom, what did you do?” You tilted your head at him.

“I bought the car seat.” Tom said proudly. “My wife picked it out, though.”

“I also drove him there.” You glared at the camera for a moment, cracking a smile after your joke.

“What are you most looking forward to after the baby is born?”

“Laying on my stomach.” You laughed as you looked down at your protruding bump.

“I also miss laying on her stomach.” Tom pouted as he rubbed the bump. “That was my favorite cuddle position.”

“Aw. I’m sorry we can’t cuddle the way you want to anymore because I’m growing your child inside my body.” You said sarcastically, making Tom laugh.

“Thank you for growing our child inside your body. I don’t say it enough.” Tom praised as he leaned in for a kiss.

“You’re welcome.” You smiled at him before turning to the camera man. “Anything else you want to know?”

“Actually, I have a question.” Tom stated as he looked at the camera.

“What’s that?” The camera man asked. You and Tom looked at each other and exchanged a smile before turning back the the camera.

“Are you excited to meet our baby girl?”

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Already Gone

**gif not mine, credit to the owner below!!**

Oh hohohohoho besties. You are in for it on this one. The other night I had an idea that popped into my head and to say I got carried away with it would be a gross understatement. This is the first time I've written smut in forever so bear with me as I get back in to it. I hope you guys enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. As always, please feel free to send feedback!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 5.3k (oops)

Warnings: Smut, 18+ (MINORS DNI), language, ANGST (holy shit is there angst), fingering, unprotected sex (please be smarter than these two), infidelity, and I think that's about it? Please let me know if I left something off.

A/N: Thanks to my sweet, sweet friend who read through this for me and helped me fix a few things. Also I take the, MINORS DNI, warning very seriously, so please only interact if you are of age. Please have your age in your bio so I can confirm. By clicking "read more" you agree to this. I really don't want to have to block people.

The cacophonous trill of shattering glass erupted through the space. Raised voices, thick with rage, echoed off the walls. It was difficult to tell which words were coming from which mouth, the both of you overlapping as you spewed out hatred toward one another.

“What in God’s name is going on here?!” Steve shouted as he entered the room, coming back from a late night run at the most inopportune time.

“Stay the fuck out of it!” Your two voices shrilled together as you both pointed toward Steve.

You could feel your chest heaving and it almost felt as though you were foaming at the mouth. Rage was completely consuming every crevice of your body and spilling out into your actions and your words. You turned back to the object of your aggression and watched as he ran a hand through his hair and turned to walk away from you.

“You’re nothing but a coward, James Barnes. A goddamn selfish, son-of-a-bitch, coward!” You screamed with every ounce of energy you had left in your body.

The two of you had some knock-down drag-outs in your past, but it was nothing compared to this. Months of pent up feelings, insecurities, jealousies, and secrets were all coming to a head at this very moment. The last few months the two of you had been incredibly short with one another - a stark contrast from your usual loving tone. Passionate kisses became brief pecks to the cheek, midnight roaming hands became backs set to one another, and ‘i love you’s’ felt more like a habit than a genuine feeling. In your heart you feared it would come to this one day. No matter how hard you tried, how much you wanted to, you were never going to be able to fix what had been done to the man you loved. There was no amount of love in the world that could reverse the tragedy of the Winter Soldier - at least that’s what you were convinced of now.

The man in front of you turned and strode across the room, minimizing the space between the two of you. His metal hand in a fist as he brought it up to jab a finger into the middle of your chest. Pupils were blown wide, what was once a lustful look was now filled with only pure anger. As he opened his mouth to speak, spit flew into your face.

“And you are a self-righteous, ignorant, self-important bitch!”

As your eyes raked over the contorted facial features of the man standing in front of you, you realized you couldn’t recognize them. The man standing in front of you was not Bucky. It was not the man who twirled a strand of your hair when he sat with his arm behind your chair, not the man who pulled over the car to help a turtle cross the road, and definitely not the man who held you in his arms as he cried after a nightmare. The man standing in front of you was a frightening enigma of hatred and rage. This was not your Bucky. In fact, you were almost certain you lost your Bucky months ago.

* * *

You hadn’t noticed the bouncing of your knee until the man who sat beside you gently cupped it with his hand, stilling your nervous movements. It was enough to break you from your thoughts as you turned your head to meet his kind eyes.

“We don’t have to do this, you know. I’ll have them turn the car around and we’ll go back to the airport. We catch the next flight back home.” He whispered in reassurance. Even though your mind was anxiously racing, you couldn’t help but smile at the compassionate gesture.

“Of course we do,” you started, cupping his cheek with your hand as the sunlight glinted off your pristine wedding ring, “Tony was one of the most important people in my life. Plus, I’m pretty sure he would haunt me if I didn’t go to his funeral.”

8 years ago you promised yourself in the taxi ride to the airport that you would never step foot in this place again. That all changed when you got the news of Tony’s death. Your time working with the Avengers was a life-changing experience and it was all thanks to Tony. The memory of him seeking you out to work alongside Dr. Banner in the research lab was one that you could never forget. Tony was an arrogant, pompous asshole but he was undeniably a good man. You would curse yourself for the rest of your days if you let your own baggage get in the way of that.

“Alright,” your husband responded with a sigh as he squeezed your knee, “But please, promise you’ll tell me if there’s anything I can do for you.”

“Promise.” An agreement that you sealed with a kiss.

Mike was a good man, he was someone who cared for you deeply and who made you feel safe. After your transfer to the DC Shield Office, you had sworn off any more office romances. Those never ended well. That was until your path crossed with Mike. From the beginning of the relationship, you were upfront about your past issues with relationships and how you weren’t ready to dive into anything and he simply stated that he was okay with that, that he would wait.

The marriage was a happy one, Mike always playing the role of doting, caring husband. No matter how much you pushed back against him, he was always willing to give you space and to let you feel what you were experiencing. Mike was a good man. But he wasn’t him.

Your gaze left his as your eyes returned to the skyline, the familiar pressure clawing its way back to your chest. It’d been 8 years since you saw him. 8 years since you packed your bags and left the only home you’d ever truly known. Sure, you had this new life - a new husband, new friends, new job with similar duties, but there was still a piece of you that was missing. A piece you knew could never possibly be filled again. You had come to terms with that, slowly, but it had happened eventually. Now that you were back, you knew you were going to have to see him again - see all of them again. While a lot of good memories resided within this area, there was a hell of a lot of pain that went along with it. All you could do in that moment was remind yourself that you were here for Tony - to honor his memory and pay your respects. You didn’t owe anything else to anyone else. Something in your chest, however, told you that wouldn’t be the way things played out.

* * *

The service was beautifully executed. It was obvious that Pepper had poured her heart and soul into ensuring that Tony Stark was remembered as he should have been. The walls of your heart tightened as you saw Pepper clutching their young daughter to her side. Although Tony had made a lot of mistakes in his life, he spent his last years making sure to do good and to make things right. While it felt like a hot knife had been stabbed into your chest as you said goodbye to a once dear friend, you took solace in knowing that Tony was so loved by so many. That his legacy would live on in so many different ways. And that Pepper was there to say goodbye.

It had been your plan to attend the service and then leave immediately after it had ended. Of course, life has a funny way of never doing quite what we want it to.

It was Sam who stopped you first, pulling you into a tight hug against his form as your fingers gripped his jacket. Sam, being the angel he was, never once mentioned anything from the past and instead expressed his happiness with seeing you again and learning that you were doing well. The one thing Sam was not good at however, was keeping his mouth shut. Word quickly traveled through the crowd of your attendance and one by one old friends began to find you. Wanda didn’t have much to say but kept you in a grateful embrace while you expressed your condolences for Vision. In a shocking turn of events, It was actually Peter who was the most difficult to see. The once bright, happy-go-lucky, smiling boy was visibly devastated - heavy dark bags lingered under his eyes and his glow had been severely dimmed by the loss of his mentor. You couldn’t help but cry as you held him in your arms, expressing to him how proud of him Tony was and how he’d told you just that on several occasions.

After the hellos, the hugs, and the reminiscing you had told yourself that was it, that you were going to leave. It was then that Pepper stopped you with a soft hand on your shoulder, a kind smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes, and a warm embrace. After a pause of silence, she pulled away and invited you and Mike to stay for the gathering that had been planned following the service. Your mind screamed at you, begging you to politely decline - tell her you had to get back to DC, that you had a flight already booked that you couldn’t miss, that you had important business to get back to.

“Of course, Pepper. We’d love to.”

* * *

The gathering was exactly what Tony would have wanted. It was family and friends gathered around eating and drinking, but most of all - it was a bunch of people talking about Tony Stark.

You told Mike before the two of you arrived that you would stay for 20 minutes tops. That it simply would be out of respect for Pepper and once you felt your presence had been noted that the two of you would slip out unnoticed in the sea of people.

That was 2 hours ago.

Laughs came easy, tears flowed frequently, and stories were shared amongst friends. Surprising to you, it felt good to be around these people again. A familiar pang of home would hit you every now and again as you reconnected with those who you hadn’t seen in years. You introduced Mike to your old friends, who welcomed him warmly and with open arms. What you had thought would be a stressful, gut-wrenching day had actually turned out to be a joyful celebration of life. The day had been progressing smoothly and you wanted to chastise yourself for being so pessimistic.

That was, until you saw him.

Hands stuffed into the pockets of a black bomber jacket, long chestnut hair falling onto his shoulders, and a familiar collection of facial hair decorating the lower half of his face. He looked as terrible as you felt at the beginning of the day. Dark circles had only grown more prominent beneath his beautiful blue eyes and the corners of his lips were drawn down in a permanent frown. You couldn’t help but notice that he’d lost a considerable amount of weight. The once broad, thick man was now far more lean and toned than you ever remember him being.

A breath caught in your throat as the cerulean eyes met yours. Unable to stop yourself, you shoved your drink into Mike’s chest and hurried off to the nearest bathroom. Barely making it in time, you emptied your day’s stomach contents into the toilet. Breathing heavily, you fought back sobs as they threatened to leave your throat. To anyone else, it may seem you were simply grieving the loss of your friend, perhaps taking it harder than most. Oh how you wish that were the case.

You knew it would be difficult to see him again, but you didn’t expect it to feel as though someone had set your entire body ablaze. The heavy feeling of grief, anxiety, and stress from the beginning of the day was crushing your lungs, your stomach still trying to lurch although it had nothing left to give up, and tears burned the rims of your eyes. As you cleaned yourself up and flushed the toilet, you exited the stall to wash your hands and rinse your mouth. You tried to convince yourself it was the entire day's worth of emotions that had led you to this moment. That man no longer had this kind of hold on you - you had moved on. Or, so you thought.

Slowly, your gaze met your reflection in the mirror. The woman there looked worn and tired, like she had been fighting a raging war that she had been losing miserably. Mascara had begun to run down the apples of her cheeks and lipstick was smeared across her mouth. A heavy sigh left your lips as you did your best to make yourself more presentable. A shaky hand entered your clutch as you retrieved your lipstick and applied another layer. You gave yourself a final once-over and decided that your current appearance was as good as it was going to get. Just as you were going to turn around and return to the party there was movement in the mirror that caught your eye. The door was being pushed open from the outside. You turned to protest, to let the intruder know that the bathroom was occupied.

“Excuse me, sorry, there’s someone--”

It felt as though all the air had been taken from your lungs and your heart threatened to beat out of your chest as you came face to face with the man you had tried so hard, for so long, to forget. It was as though you were frozen in time, as if he were Medusa - turning you instantly to stone. Logically, the thing to do would be to tell him to get out or for you to leave the bathroom so that he could occupy the space alone. However, all you could do was stand and watch as he closed the bathroom door behind him, as his fingers closed around the lock and clicked it into place.

Then it was just the two of you. Bodies unmoving, aside from the rapid rise and fall of your chests in tandem. The air felt 100 degrees warmer than it had when you were alone. The silence, paired with the thump of your heartbeat, was deafening to your ears. You were hyper-aware of his gaze as he studied you the way you had him not minutes before. His eyes finally met yours once more and there was a poignant silence before he finally spoke.

“Can’t believe you still have that dress.”

Your eyes blinked a few times, brain trying to process his words and the situation you had currently found yourself to be in. You looked down to the front of your dress and smoothed your hands down it. How could you have gone the whole day without realizing that the dress you were wearing had been a gift from Bucky on your first anniversary? You were positive you had rid yourself of anything even remotely related to him. In fact, you distinctly recall dumping a box of momentos into a barrel and tossing a lit match inside. You don’t remember making the conscious decision to keep the dress, or why you would have made the decision. Now here you were - mere feet away from the man who had put it on and so delicately took it off of you many times.

“S’perfectly good dress. Shouldn’t go to waste.” Was all you could muster as a response in that moment.

The man before you took a step forward and you took a step back, hips coming into contact with the cold marble counter of the sink.

“Thought I’d never see you again. Y’look...different.” His gaze roaming its way down your body once more.

As his eyes landed on the diamond ring nestled onto the 4th finger of your left hand, you felt a lump begin to form in your throat.

“Congratulations.” His words were cold. Inauthentic. “He’s a lucky guy.”

“What the fuck are you doing in here, James?” The words were supposed to be sharp, but instead came out shaky and insecure.

“Saw you out there, starin’ at me. Guess I just wanted a closer look at you.”

By the end of the sentence he had closed the gap between the two of you even more, chests threatening to bump one another. His metal hand slowly reached forward and brushed a piece of hair off your shoulder. The cool appendage felt like fire against your skin and you know he heard the way you sharply inhaled, but you just couldn’t help it. You swallowed hard, head reeling and knees trying to buckle beneath you when you felt his cool palm cup your fiery cheek. It took everything in your body to avert your eyes from him, especially when you felt him even closer than before - warm breath fanning the expanse of your face. Why was he doing this? What was he going to accomplish? The fight or flight response in your body was screaming at you to push him away and run, but you didn’t.

“I’ve thought about you every day since you left, sweets. There’s not a moment that passes by where you’re not on my mind.”

Your eyes closed tightly, tears now welling up and spilling over.

“Everything you said about me that night was true. I am a coward. A coward who lost the best fuckin’ thing that ever happened to his sorry, broken ass.”

A small sob escaped your chest as your hand flew to your mouth, failing to keep it from tumbling out. Bucky found a loose thread and was slowly unraveling everything you’d worked toward in the last 8 years, every step toward progress and peace that you had worked so hard to find.

“I’m so fuckin’ sorry, doll” Bucky was now fully cupping your face with his large, calloused hands, “I’m so sorry that you fell in love with someone like me - a broken son of a bitch who never got put back together. I’m sorry that I hurt you so badly. I’m sorry I didn’t protect you the way I promised I would. I’m sorry that -”

In a moment of weakness, before he could finish his sentence, you were crashing your lips to his. There was nothing else that existed in your world - there was only you and there was only Bucky. Seemingly moving on their own accord, your hands found their way into his hair, grasping wildly for something to hold on to. As your fingers tugged on his roots, Bucky let out a deep moan into the kiss, sending a shiver down your spine.

The kiss was sloppy and desperate, all tongue and teeth. It was a balance of dominance between the two of you - although you were the one who initiated the kiss, Bucky was the first one to gain access to the inside of your mouth, and you were the first to tug his lower lip between your teeth. A pathetic mewl left your lips as Bucky’s mouth began trailing wet kisses across your jaw and down the column of your throat. The heartbeat in your ears from earlier was much worse now, making your head throb in pain. Every nerve ending in your body felt as though it was on fire and a small voice in the back of your head kept pleading with you to stop. For a moment you entertained the idea of shoving him off and telling him to fuck off, but that was before he started sucking that spot on your neck that he knew drove you mad. It was your turn to moan this time as you involuntarily arched your back, pressing yourself up against his firm torso.

You knew the way that you were tugging on the strands of his hair had to be incredibly painful but it only seemed to urge Bucky to continue. A soft gasp tumbled past your lips as you felt Bucky’s thigh push against your aching core. The sensation had you digging your fingernails into the back of his jacket as you finally released your grip on his hair. Before you could stop yourself, you could feel your hips grinding yourself down against his clothed thigh. Your dress had been pushed up around your waist, now only a small piece of cloth covering you as you desperately chased a high.

“I shoulda never let you go. Shoulda been at the airport to stop you before you got on that plane.”

His teeth sunk into your pulse point once more, earning himself another moan from your lips. The sting was soon replaced with the cool sensation of his tongue tracing the marks he had left.

“I love you, doll. I haven’t ever stopped lovin’ you.”

“Show me,” you whimpered pathetically against his shoulder, “show me you love me, Bucky. Please.”

An audible breath caught in his throat as he pulled himself back to look at you. Your chest was heaving, make-up smeared once more, and your pupils were blown wide with lust. You obviously weren’t able to see the look you gave him, but judging by the way he looked back at you it was fair to say you looked broken, pathetic, and desperate for him. The eyes looking back at you had the softness to them that you remember, the strokes of his hands against your body contained the passion that you’d so been longing for, and the tone in his voice told you that he was desperate for you too.

Within seconds your feet were lifted from the ground and your ass made contact with the cold, wet countertop. There wasn’t a lot of room, objects were scattered onto the floor and others were left to push into your hips with aggressive force, but you just didn’t care. It was impossible to care when Bucky moved your knees apart and dragged a finger along your clothed pussy. The sensation made your head fall back against the mirror with a hard thud but you couldn’t feel any of the pain from it at all. The only thing you felt was the way electricity rippled through your body when he used his thumb to apply pressure to your aching clit. Bucky groaned and rested his forehead against yours, lips slightly parted as he felt your need for him growing.

“So wet for me, just like I remember. Lemme make you feel good, sweets, hmm?” He had leaned forward to whisper softly in your ear as his teeth grazed your lobe.

It was you who reached down and shoved your panties down your thighs, meeting a surprised look from Bucky as he helped you drag them down to hang around your ankle. Bucky’s tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip as he hooked his hands underneath your knees to spread your legs open for him. Another groan came from him, this time more guttural than the last. You felt small underneath his gaze and the cool air in the bathroom brushing across your soaking core made you shiver.

Your hand flew to your mouth to suppress the noises you made as his finger slipped through your folds, running up and down to collect your wetness.

“More. God. Please, Buck. Need more.” You whined, attempting to roll your hips against his hand to find any form of friction that you could.

“Anything for you, baby.” He whispered as he gently inserted a finger inside of you. The two of you moaned in tandem.

There was a brief moment of embarrassment with the way your walls immediately clenched around his finger and the way his finger immediately found that soft spot. It was shortly replaced with a feeling of ecstasy. Bucky captured your lips with his to swallow your moans as he added another finger. The way his fingers were curling and pumping inside of you already had you close to the edge. Bucky pulled back and held your gaze as he added pressure to your clit with his thumb, circling the area as his fingers continued to repeatedly hit that spot inside of you.

“Please, please don’t stop.” You begged as you felt the pressure building within the lower part of your body.

“S’okay. I’m right here.” Bucky’s other hand was cradling the back of your head as he whispered to you. “I know you’re close. Can feel you squeezin’ me. You can let go for me, I got you.”

As your eyes met his, foreheads pressed together, you finally came apart. The white hot sensation tears through you as your legs quake. You squeeze your eyes shut and allow Bucky to help you ride through your orgasm as he peppers light kisses along your neck.

“I almost forgot how pretty you look when you cum.”

You whine at the emptiness and loss of contact when Bucky removes his fingers from your center. As your eyes flutter open you see him push the fingers into his mouth and suck them clean. The look on his face was euphoric.

“God. Almost forgot how fuckin’ sweet you taste too.”

Mustering up all the strength you had, you sat up and pulled him closer by his belt. The two of you worked together to rid him of his pants and boxers. Your hand wrapped around him, thumb swiping the red tip and using the pre-cum to help lubricate as you pumped your hand down his length. Bucky’s jaw clenched as he moaned at the sensation. Just as you were going to leave the counter, you felt his hands grabbing your shoulders and halting your movements.

“Maybe a different time, sweets. But right now I gotta be inside you.”

You caught your bottom lip as you nodded and released your hold on him. Bucky’s hands wrapped around your thighs as he pulled your hips to the edge of the sink. The metal hand left your thigh as he grabbed himself at the base and pushed his length through your folds. The two of you once more shared a moan at the sensation. As he lined himself up with your entrance, your hands wrapped around his neck to pull him in for another kiss. The next thing you felt was the familiar sting of his cock stretching your walls as he slid into you. Your lips left his and your forehead found itself pressed against his once more. Both of you panting heavily as neither of you dared to speak a word.

Following a moment of silence, allowing your body time to stretch to accommodate him, you nodded slowly as to signal to him that it would be okay for him to move. His thrusts were slow and calculated at first, as if he was attempting to regain his memory of your body - one that he once knew so well. You couldn’t help but dig your fingernails into his shoulder as you held on to him for dear life, subconsciously afraid that if you were to let go of him he’d be gone again forever.

“Faster, Bucky. Please.” You whimpered into his ear as you took his earlobe between your teeth and nibbled softly.

A low growl left his chest as he grabbed your hips and lifted you off the counter, moving slightly so that he could cage your body against the wall. You wrapped your legs firmly around his waist, locking them at the ankle. His thrusts became faster, deeper, and it was apparent he had gained his confidence back.

“You feel so fuckin’ good, baby. Just the way I remember.” He grunted as he dug his fingers harder into your hips.

His lips were on yours again, this time tears were starting to decorate the corners of your eyes. The pleasure, the regret, the passion, the guilt - every feeling was building up along with your orgasm. Bucky pulled away from the kiss to tap on your bottom lip with two of his fingers, which you greedily accepted into your mouth. Your tongue swirled around his digits until he pulled them out and used them to circle your clit. The added pleasure was almost too much to handle.

“C’mon, baby. Wanna cum with you. Can you do that for me, huh?” Bucky whimpered, his thrusts beginning to falter from the calculated snaps he was giving you before.

All you could do was nod your head quickly as the pressure steadily increased, bringing you to the brink of your second orgasm.

“I love you. I love you. I love you so fuckin’ much, oh my god.” Bucky grunted as the two of you reached your peak together.

You leaned forward to bite down on his shoulder and suppress the scream that left your mouth as pleasure erupted through your body. The two of you assisted each other through the high of your release and you felt your ass make contact with the cool countertop once more.

The only noise present in the space was your heavy breathing and a small dripping noise that came from the sink. Bucky’s final words before he came replayed in your head over and over again as you attempted to slow your breathing and bring yourself back down to earth. Your body shuttered slightly as Bucky slipped himself out of you. As you sat up, you noticed he was looking around the bathroom.

“Shit, sweets. I don’t think there’s anything I can use to help clean you up.” He sighed and turned to meet your gaze that was locked upon him.

“It’s fine, Buck. Not a big deal.”

Bucky bent over and helped you pull your panties back on before he redressed himself. Neither of you spoke for what felt like eternity.

“I-...” You muttered finally, “I love you too, Buck. I thought I was over you, I thought I moved on but...I don’t think I’ll ever be able to stop loving you no matter how hard I try.”

Bucky reached out to stroke your cheek with the back of his hand as he listened to you lament to him. His eyes were soft and caring and you could almost swear he was looking into the depths of your soul.

“I think —“

Your conversation was cut short by the sound of knocking at the bathroom door.

“Hey, are you okay in there? Do you need anything?” Mike’s voice had your entire body flooded with the shame of your infidelity. In one swift movement, you were on the floor and turning the sink on to make it appear you were just washing your hands.

“Y-yeah I’m fine! Just finishing up! I’ll find you out there in a minute!” You squeaked.

Mike seemed to pause for a moment before you heard his footsteps retreat from the bathroom door. A wave of relief washed over you, but it was only temporary. As soon as you were relaxed the gravity of the situation you were in was clouding you once more.

“I have to go. I can’t give him any reason to think he needs to come in here.” Bucky nodded, eyes not leaving yours as you spoke while collecting yourself, “but we need to..we should..we have to address this. Later.”

“I agree.”

“Our flight leaves tomorrow night. I’ll...see what I can come up with as far as an excuse. Then we can put this to bed for good.”

“Absolutely, sweets.”

The nickname made your knees buckle once more as you sighed.

“Goodbye, James.”

You finally tore your eyes from his as you unlocked the door and slipped out of the bathroom. In reality, however, you knew this really wasn’t goodbye. Not even close.

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Like A River Flows - Stark!Reader x Peter Parker

Title: like a river flows

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Y/N hopes to meet her soulmate on her eighteenth birthday. Soulmate No Blip AU

Warnings: none

A/N: I've been gone so long but here's a new imagine! I got a new laptop! So hopefully there will be tons more of these. I listened to "Can't Help Falling In Love" by Kina Grannis if you wanna get the full experience.

Word Count: 1824

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You could hear the sound of glasses clinking and laughter echoing up from the main room as you tugged at your dress at the top of the stairs. You turned around and looked in the ornate mirror behind you. 

Everything about you was perfectly polished and plucked; your lace was perfectly laid with every hair beautifully framing your face. Your ears were adorned with simple gold diamond studs and a matching name necklace sat daintily on your collarbone.

Your makeup was done to perfection with your brown eyes sparkling from behind layers of shadow, liner, mascara, and false lashes. For the first time in your life, you had gotten your makeup done professionally. Your father had paid for it of course -- it was at his insistence that you had gotten it done.

In fact, the entire party was at his insistence and he had taken it upon himself to have every detail perfect. You didn’t really want a big elaborate birthday party, but today was the big day. 

Everyone had a special day when you’d finally know the person you’re meant to be with. At a young age, you’d come to the conclusion somehow your meeting would be on your eighteenth birthday. When your father was enlightened with this fact, he had taken it upon himself to make everything perfect -- including you. Thanks to him, you looked undeniably stunning.  It was the most beautiful you had seen yourself in a long while. Ever since your mom had passed, you hadn't felt the need to dress up anymore -- so it no longer felt like you.

“You look absolutely radiant, Y/N.” Pepper assured you as she joined you in looking in the mirror. “Your father outdid himself. Just wait until he sees you.” You understood immediately what she meant, you were almost a spitting image of your mother. Your mahogany skin and high cheekbones were hers, as was your smile and arched eyebrows. The only evidence of your father was the occasional facial expression. “You ready?” she asked turning you back towards the steps. 

You nodded and smiled cautiously, “You’re gonna be okay. There’s so many people down there and they’re all excited to see you.” The two of you peered over the banister down all the sea of people below. Your father had indeed gone for a more sophisticated approach, but as with all Stark parties it was pretty much promised to liven up as the night went on. 

“All right! Chin up!” You did as you were told and began your way down the grand staircase. As you made your descent, you saw the attention shift to you as everyone took you in for the first time that night. “The birthday girl is here!” Natasha raised a glass to you. You smiled to her as you were welcomed with a myriad of birthday wishes.

As the party continued on, you felt almost like a princess. So many promising people had come up and introduced themselves to you; however nothing had clicked yet. You were starting to wonder if all the theatrics had been for nothing when your dad found you. You were standing against the wall watching your friends have a ball of a time dancing to the DJ that had recently taken place of the string quartet. 

“Y/N, shouldn’t you be dancing?” he asked, his dark brows furrowing in confusion. You sighed disappointedly, “Yeah, I guess.” You picked at a string on your dress, “I thought I’d meet them today.” Your dad nodded glancing over at Pepper. She was talking excitedly to Natasha -- likely about wedding plans. The way he looked at her was so beautiful. The way you could tell everything he felt for her from just a look was absolutely amazing. That was it -- that what you wanted. 

“Well, Y/N, you never know there’s still a few hours left to your birthday.” you frowned a bit, “I’ve talked to every person here that I’ve never met. I’m pretty sure it’s not happening today.” your dad chuckled, “You know Y/N, I know I’ve told you the story of how I met your mom.”

“Italy, 1999.” you mumbled looking up at your father. He nodded, “We met and it felt right. I’m not one to be very emotional, but I knew I wanted to keep her around. There was just something about her.” you tilted your head, “She wasn’t your soulmate though. Pepper is.” He sighed, “She was the one for me -- well until she passed, of course. By that time, I had known Pepper for years and I didn’t see her in that way until one day, I just did.” He looked over at her again, her and Natasha had been joined by Maria.

“I don’t know if you're understanding what I’m getting at. I don’t know if I’m explaining it clearly. What I’m saying is -- it could be someone you’ve already met and maybe you just haven’t realized it yet. No one ever said it had to be someone new -- just that there was a day that you would know.” He gave you a small smile, “You should enjoy your night because either way, you look amazing, kiddo. Happy birthday.” he playfully hit you on the shoulder before walking away.

Taking your dad’s words to heart, you decided to let it go for the night and just have fun. You made your way out onto the dancefloor, your friends cheering at your arrival.

...

It was finally the end of the night, cake had been eaten and presents had been surveyed as there were too many to open. Most of the guests were beginning to go home but some still lingered out on the cul-de-sac. You stood on the front porch, your heels in your right hand as you waved people goodbye with your left.

“I seemed to have missed most of the festivities.” A familiar voice made you turn around to see your father’s prodigy, Peter Parker, standing behind you. You were pretty good friends with Peter as he had been working with your father for little over three years now. Even still, he seemed to have his moments where he seemed to shut himself off from you and get quiet. He seemed to have his moments and his secrets and so you didn’t really hang out much outside him visiting the tower.

He also wasn’t a social butterfly so even though you had invited him to your party, you didn’t actually expect him to show. Even though it was the end of the night, your spirits still rose seeing him here. “Yeah, you did. My dad got so drunk he serenaded Pepper on the bar.” the two of you laughed. 

You looked out over the seemingly never-ending property, your father had held your party at the summer home. It aided in you feeling like a princess, there was a garden maze on the south side of the home and a long driveway lit by lanterns. You glanced over at Peter and stepped off of the porch, “Would you like to join me on a walk?” He smiled and followed. 

The two of you slowly made your way towards the garden maze on the other side of the property. “You look...” he trailed off while admiring you. You could feel the heat rise to your cheeks and were glad he couldn’t actually see it, “Thank you.” The two of you turned into the garden maze as lightning bugs flew overhead and a cool breeze filled the air. As you walked, you tried to catch and release a few lightning bugs.

The sounds of late summer night hummed in the background as you spotted the small black rectangular box in his hand, “What’s that?” you asked. He looked down at it sheepishly, “It’s just something I got you. I don’t know if you’ll actually like it.” He had thought to buy you something? That was unexpected, but very welcomed. 

Without you saying anything, he slowly opened the small box to reveal another gold necklace. “It’s not 100 percent pure gold like the ones your dad gets you,” it was absolutely gorgeous. It was a small heart pendant attached to a gold chain. “It’s stupid really-” he scratched the back of his neck, looking down at it. “It’s beautiful, Peter.” You whispered in awe. 

“Would you mind? You can take the other one off.” You said turning around. He carefully removed it from the box. He put it over your head and placed the pendant on your collarbone before securing it in the back and you felt a warm sensation in your heart. Suddenly, everything changed. 

It was like your senses had sharpened. You could hear the distant conversation at the front of the property and the chirping of the crickets. You could feel the soft summer breeze across your body and Peter’s soft breath on the back of your neck where goosebumps had started to form. Every time his skin accidentally brushed yours, it felt delicate yet intense all at once. The world seemed to slow as he pulled your hair over the chain after removing the other necklace and turned you to face him. 

You studied his face and your eyes fell upon his brown ones. His hand found yours sending shivers through your body. You lightly squeezed his hand before pulling him closer feeling your knees start to get weak.

Resting your hand on the side of his face, you slowly guided him to the ground. You were close enough to lightly feel the air escaping his nose. He looked down at your lips and was about to lean in when- “Y/N! Come say goodbye to your grandmother!” your father called off from the distance somewhere. 

The two of you fell apart still sitting on the ground the closest you had ever been. You frowned slightly looking away, “I should say goodbye to my nonna. I usually give her a kiss and a hug goodbye.” You licked your lips looking down to avoid eye contact. “She flew in from Italy -- my mom’s side of the family. I don’t get to see her like that.” 

“No, no. I understand.” he mumbled as you both quickly stood. You began dusting off your dress as he helped. You looked up at him again quickly before looking back down again, “Thanks again. It’s beautiful.” You couldn’t bring yourself to look him in the eyes again because his gaze suddenly felt so intense, it felt like you’d melt. “You’re welcome.”

“Y/N!” your dad yelled off in the distance again. You gestured towards the balcony of the house where your dad was likely yelling from, “I have to go.” Peter nodded quickly, “I understand.” You admired him and watched as his eyes softly gazed over your features one last time. “Good night, Peter.” you waved quickly, “Good night, Y/N.” You gathered your dress and hurried off towards where your dad and nonna waited for you on the balcony.

That was it.