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iliketowrite1996 · 4 years

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My Life Now

@chaneajoyyy quarantine Part 10/10 of Steve Rogers x Reader!Fic

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1:https://iliketowrite1996.tumblr.com/post/614617294578089984/his-best-girl

Part 2: https://iliketowrite1996.tumblr.com/post/614969499334197248/meet-the-music-teacher

Part 3: https://iliketowrite1996.tumblr.com/post/616114724817584128/lunch-buddies

Part 4:https://iliketowrite1996.tumblr.com/post/616328582794493952/why-not

Part 5: https://iliketowrite1996.tumblr.com/post/616965238563192832/blind-dates-part-1-sneak-peek

Part 6: https://iliketowrite1996.tumblr.com/post/617069920649412608/blind-dates-part-2

Part 7: https://iliketowrite1996.tumblr.com/post/617392023489609728/as-a-friend

Part 8: https://iliketowrite1996.tumblr.com/post/617671766270263296/where-does-that-leave-us

Part 9:https://iliketowrite1996.tumblr.com/post/617671741879336960/next-step

TRIGGER WARNINGS AND THEMES- looking back on memories, mentions of former crushes and deceased loved ones.

4 years later

Steve Rogers is sleepy.

Steve Rogers is sleepy, and he hasn’t even had time for his morning cup of coffee for the day.

Steve Rogers is sleepy, he hasn’t even had time for his morning cup of coffee for the day, and his kids are working his last nerve before 10 o’clock in the morning.

In case you were wondering, that’s how the first Saturday of summer vacation is going.

‘’James, eat your peaches. Otherwise I’ll have to tell mommy, and there will be no dessert for you this evening.

James Samuel Anthony Rogers pouts up at his dad, but he obediently pinches his chopped pieces of peach, placing a bit into his mouth before humming appreciatively at the fruit’s sweet flavor.

‘’That’s my boy,’’ Steve kisses his head as he goes pass, sitting in the chair next to the three-year-old’s booster chair at their new kitchen table, ‘’You’ve got to set a good example for your big brother, bud.’’

In Steve’s arms is your eight month old daughter- Natasha Rae Anne is beaming up at him as he holds her, ready to feed ehr next.

Natasha is named after her godmother, who nearly burst into tears when she was asked to carry on this honor.

‘’What’s that mean,’’ James asks, taking his sippy cup to drink some of his milk.

‘’It means that you have to do the right thing and show her some of the ropes so that she doesn't’ get into trouble and is safe,’’ Steve explains, ‘’Like how Jasmine and Olivia do for the two of you.’’

‘’Oh, okay,’’ James shrugs, continuing to swing his legs and eat his snack as Steve finishes setting up baby Natasha’s breakfast.

‘’Okay, sweet pea,’’ Steve begins, pressing a kiss to Natasha’s ebony black curls before beginning to spoon feed her, ‘’Time for some mashed sweet potatoes.’’

Natasha, for her part, hates vegetables. She’ll spit them back up, leaving you, Steve or one of her older siblings to dutifully spoon them back into her mouth so that she can get her nutrients.

‘’The baby doesn’t like it, dad.’’

‘’I don’t blame her, son. Maybe she’ll eat some of her cereal puffs,’’ Steve shrugs before shouting, ‘’Jasmine!’’

He hears a huff that he elects to ignore before the now seventeen year old comes around the corner, bobby pins in her mouth and hands working in her hair, ‘’Hmm?’’

‘’Take the bobby pins out of your mouth and come here,’’ he instructs, and Jasmine lets go of her hair to pocket the bobby pins and listen to her dad.

Jasmine has grown into a beautiful young woman. She’s smart, funny, and continues to bring joy to both yours and Steve’s lives. This summer, she’s got some amazing plans. Her aunt is taking her to the lake with her nephew, Pepper managed to get her a tour of the college that she’s considering going to in order to study music, Natasha is taking her for a girls’ day at the spa next weekend, Sam and Bucky are helping her with ehr college applications, and Toni- much to Steve’s horror- bought her a car last year for her sixteenth birthday.Right now, she is currently attempting a new hairstyle by adding hair to her own ponytail, and Steve is interrupting the process.

‘’What is it, dad?’’

‘’Can you get your little sister her puffs? I’d ask james to do it, but…’’

The duo look to where James is currently eating the peaches that he’s spread all over his plastic place mat, pretending like they are airplanes and flying them into his mouth.

He’s a sticky, epach covered mess, but he’s not bothering anybody, so Steve leaves it alone.

‘’Enough said,’’ Jasmine nods, strolling over to the counter to scoop dome of the puffs into a small, rectangular bowl for Natasha, ‘’here you go, dad.’’

‘’Thank you, Jazzy. What are you doing your hair so early for,’’ Steve questions, allowing Natasha to feed herself the cereal puffs while he monitors closely.

‘’Just going out with DeShawn,’’ Jasmine shrugs casually, ‘’We’re going on a picnic.’’

Despite her reservedness, Steve can see right through her. She’s just like Petra and himself in that way. She and DeShawn have been dating for a few months now- four, he thinks. He is pretty much in love with her, and he’s guessing that Jasmine has just come around to the realization that she feels the same way he does.

‘’Aww, no more Peter Parker?’’

Jasmine groans then,remembering her crush on her former tutor, ‘’Dad! He’s like so much older than me, and he’s forgotten about it, let it go!’’

Steve laughs at this, watching her try to cover her own smirk, ‘’Okay, okay. Go ahead and finished getting ready for your date.’’

‘’I think I’ll watch James up first,’’ she notes his sticky hands and face, ‘’Come on, James. Let’s go wash up and you can watch some TV.’’

Jasmine picks her brother up, placing him on her hip and exiting the kitchen just in time for Olivia to join them.

‘’What did he even eat,’’ Olivia questions to which Jasmine snorts.

‘’Dad gave him peaches,’’ Jasmine explains carrying her little brother around the corner as she does so.

‘’Dad, you know he’s not good with peaches, right,’’ Olivia quivers an eyebrow at the parent in front of her, who shrugs noncommittally.

‘’Slipped my mind.’’

In the past year or so, Olivia has taken to calling Steve her dad. He’s been there or her so much thus far, and she considers no one else when asked about her dad. He loves her, she loves him and that’s all it is to them.

‘’Where’s your mother,’’ Steve questions, wiping some crumbs from Natasha’s face as she joyfully munches on her cereal.

‘’She’s taking a shower,’’ Olivia responds, reaching into the cabinet for some cereal of her own, ‘’She said she’ll be out soon.’’

Olivia has grown into a kind young woman, too, and is now eleven years old. She managed to skip another grade, and is now in the seventh grade at a magnet school for arts and science. She’s rocking her grades, but it’s a boarding school in Brooklyn. This is her first weekend home in a month, now that the school year is over, since she stayed to work on final projects and term papers.

‘’You don’t want any pancakes or anything? A nice home cooked meal?’’

She raises an eyebrow at him yet again, looking so much like him when she does that.

‘’You burnt eggs last Sunday before church.’’

‘’How do you even know that? You weren’t even here?’’

‘’Word travels. Jasmine talks. I’m good with cereal,’’ Olivia responds, pouring hr cereal and milk into a bowl before sitting down at her usual spot at the table, ‘’Are you taking mom anywhere?’’

Today, the two of you are celebrating the first Saturday of summer. You’ve been tired and working, too, trying to get the kids to where they need to be. Steve takes James to preschool, you take Nat to her babysitter’s place, and the two of you make your way to your work places. After work, Steve picks up Nat, and you pick up Joshua. Jasmine usually gets money in the morning to pick up dinner on nights where you don’t have to wait for her to get done with practice, or she makes dinner if it’s not a church night.

‘’We’re going to go to the movies without you kids,’’ Steve Adams waiting to see his daughter’s reaction.

‘’Joke’s on you, I’d rather watch them at home,’’ she shrugs, causing Steve to laugh as she eats her cereal.

‘’You’re not funny,’’ he says despite his own reaction, picning Natasha up, ‘’Okay, I think she just pooped herself. I’m gonna change her.’’

‘’I’ll clean the table when I get through eating,’’ Olivia commits, and Steve thanks her before heading into your bedroom to change his baby girl.

The two of you converted your small home office into a small room for Joshuam, and Natasha sleeps in your room. When Jasmine heads to college, you’ll more than likely move Olivia to her room, Joshua to Olivia’s, and Natasha will have her own room.

‘’Stinky,’’ Steve makes a show of covering his nose to shield it from the scent of Natashas diaper, causing the baby to laugh at the silliness of her dad.

‘’You’re so overly dramatic,’’ you peak, causing Steve to look up at you.

You’ve just emerged from your shared bathroom, cloaked in your robe and donning a towel on your head.

‘’Well hello to you, too, honey.’’

‘’Baby, why didn’t you wake me up,’’ you sit on the bed handing him a diaper form Natasha’s changing table, ‘’What’s that all about?’’

‘’You looked so peaceful,’’ he shrugged, ‘’I let you sleep.’’

‘’You’re just as tired as I am,’’ you protest, to which he snorts.

‘’I don’t stay up till twelve watching television. I’m an early bird. You're A night owl.’’

‘’Yeah, because your baby doesn’t sleep, Steve.’’

‘’How is she only my baby when she doesn’t sleep,’’ Steve finishes changing her diaper as you pull her into your arms, pressing kisses to her tiny face while Stev discards the dirty diaper and wipes.

‘’You’re annoying,’’ you roll your eyes playfully, causing your husband to chuckle freely at your wit.

‘’Same to you, boo.’’

He kisses your forehead then your lips before you recline in bed, Natahsa pressed to your chest as you gently hum.

Steve is beaming ear-to-ear, having worried for so many years that he would never have this after he lost Petra. But here you are, and he’s so happy. You’ve got two beautiful kids together, and you treat your biological kids just the same.

And you, with no makeup on, just having gotten up from the morning, humming as your baby girl begins to close her eyes to go to sleep… he has never been more in love with any image.

‘’Want me to make you some coffee, babe?’’

‘’Please,’’ you nod, ‘Her eyes are fluttering back open. There’s no way she’s going to sleep.’’

Steve exits to do as you request, and returns to see the baby girl sitting next to you, propped up on some pillows as you lean back against your bed, scrolling through the channels to find something that will keep your baby’s limited interest.

‘’She gets this from you,’’ you jest, ‘’Being picky.’’

‘’I’m not picky. My standards are high. Wouldn’t have married you if they weren’t,’’ Steve confesses, pressing a kiss to your lips and placing the coffee in your hands.

‘’Nice save, Rogers,’’ you compliment, ‘’Thank you, babe.’’

‘’No problem,’’ Steve grins yet again, pulling your daughter into his laps as he leans back against the pillows with you, ‘’So. What are we watching?’’

Your day goes pretty lazily. You feed your middle kids, make sure that James and at take their naps. Make sure Olivia takes some time to rest instead of just moving around trying to help, and wait for Jasmine to get back from her date.

That night, at about six, you try to watch a movie with your babies.

The operative word there being ‘’try’’.

Natasha is whining, and is currently being switched back and forth between you and Steve each time that you do, Olivia is in the middle of the bed, with James lying on his stomach right next to her. Jasmine is currently sitting in the arm chair, multi-tasking between braiding her hair and eating.

It’s chaotic but it’s family centered,which is nice.

‘’I don’t get this movie.’’

‘’He’s the bad guy,’’ James boos, and you do your best to stifle a laugh.

You fail.

‘’Yeah, Jay. He’s the bad guy,’’ Jasmine agrees, watching the cartoon villian run away from the hero, ‘’Who's your favorite hero?’’

James points to the sole female hero, who is running across the screen now.

‘’Good choice,’’ Steve approves, shifting so that Natasha is lying against his chest, ‘’Jazzy, come put your sister in her crib, please.’’

The oldest child rises from her chair, pulling the baby into her arms before gently placing her in her crib, ‘’She sleeps through everything.’’

‘’Finally,’’ you mumble, stretching out a bit before James moves so that he cuddled up between you and Steve, ‘’Hi there.’’

‘’Hi, mommy.Hi, daddy,’’ he snuggles beneath the colors establishing the fact that he’ll be there until Steve transports him to his bedroom later.

‘’Hey, son,’’ Steve tucks the blanket around him, before settling in to finish the movie with your oldest three children.

This is what he’s always dreamed of. He always thought he’d have it with Petra, but he’s glad to have you as his life partner, someone who's right by his side.

And he’s not sure what tomorrow will bring, but for today, he’s food.

Because as far as he is concerned, God has blessed him with unexpected gifts, and it’s only going to get better from here.

The End

DISCLAIMER- I own no rights to any of the Marvel characters or their fictional world, planets, galaxies, etc.

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loverofthefiction · 6 years

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Let’s Get Out Of Here

Summary: In the world of the rich and noble, you meet Peter, a humble boy harboring a secret.

Noble!AU!Peter Parker x reader

Word Count: 1742

Warnings: bad writing, and um fluff?

Author’s Note: wow its been a while sorry. I got my writing mojo back for like a second because I went on a 12 hour road trip lmao. Pleas excuse how bad this is, i am very tired. Requests are still open btw. Anyway, enjoy!

“Y/N, stay still, child,” your mother scolded you as she passed the hairbrush through your hair for what seemed to be the thousandth time that day.

“I can’t help it, you’re ripping out my scalp,” you said through gritted teeth.

“Don’t be dramatic,” she sighed angrily. “You need to look perfect for this ball.”

“I don’t understand why I have to go,” you muttered under your breath, but she still heard you, resulting in a rough pull of your hair.

“You know very well why, Y/N. You’re at that age now and the sooner you find a husband, the better.”

It was the day that your mother had been preparing you for years; you had been woken up hours before you wanted to and shoved into a tight dress, heavy makeup, and high, stiff hair.

Being from a noble family was tough, especially since your parents were so strict and adamant that your future turns into the life of a housewife with multiple children like your mother and her mother before her and so on.

“Is the girl ready?” your father’s voice boomed through the corridor outside your room just as your mother took one last look at her.

“Ready as she’ll ever be. Hopefully, this will get her a husband with a nice estate…” she muttered the last part under her breath. You only rolled your eyes discreetly and followed them to the carriage that waited outside.

“Now remember, child, be respectful, and don’t eat any of the hors-d'oeuvres out, that’s unladylike,” your father spoke to you as you made your way down towards the large mansion where the ball would be held.

“Yes, father,” you replied, thinking about how you wouldn’t be able to eat anyway with the tightness of your corset.

The rest of the carriage ride was quiet, except for the rough turns of the wheels and the occasional neighing of the horses. Your hands fidgeted in your lap the whole time and questions ran wild in your head. What would these people be like? You had only met a fraction of your parents’ acquaintances and they weren’t the nicest of people.

“Sit up straight, Y/N, we’re here.” Your mother nudged you, breaking you away from your thoughts and forcing you to look at the large mansion outside. Well, large mansion was an understatement, it was more like a castle.

Your parents greeted the people outside, some of their faces seeming familiar. You did your best to not roll your eyes at the ones who seemed to be extra familiar to you as to introduce you to their sons.

“Y/N, this is William, he’s the son of Sir Jay and Lady Petra,” your mother introduced you and you bowed your head as you were told. They seemed snotty and uptight like every other person here. They completely disregarded you and kept the conversation with your mother, your father nowhere to be seen.

When you knew that they weren’t noticing what you were doing, you managed to sneak away.

There were far more people at this ball than you had thought, and the overwhelming feeling of getting out of there didn’t go away until you found a lone corridor.

Sighing in relief, you sat there for a few minutes, eventually feeling curious and wandering the place while admiring the portraits of random people on the walls.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know anyone was in here,” a sweet voice said behind you. You turned around to see a boy around your age, with shaggy brown hair that had been slicked back and a stiff looking suit.

“No, it’s fine, I’m just glad I wasn’t the only one feeling overwhelmed by all those people,” you chuckled, holding out your hand. “I’m Y/N.”

“I’m Peter,” he shook your hand and stood next to you in front of a portrait of a curvy woman.

“So, how’d you get here? At this party?” you asked, trying to make conversation.

“I’m... an apprentice for Sir Stark. I’m really only here because he wanted me to know what it was like to socialize with highly educated people outside of him and others around him,” he explained.

“Sir Stark? Impressive. But let me guess, their dry personalities and high noses drained you of your energy,” you cocked an eyebrow and smirked as he laughed at your joke.

“How’d you know?”

“I was born into this, but it’s really not something I want to be in for all of eternity.”

“Most people would love to have been born into money.” He gave you a curious look as if he was trying to figure you out.

“Not me. I don’t want any part of this.” You shivered at the thought of getting married. “I’d rather travel the world, get as far away from my parents as possible,” You looked down at your dress, kicking your feet uncomfortably and starting to walk down the hall.

“Where would you go first?” He walked beside you, taking slow steps as to keep up with your pace.

“I don’t know, anywhere.” You glanced up at him. “What about you?”

“What about me?” he repeated.

“Why do you want to be in this mess of a world?”

“It’s what my parents would have wanted… I think,” he sighed. “But that now that I think about it, maybe I won’t be as happy as I thought I’d be.”

“That’s the spirit.” At this point, you had come to a door at the end of the long hallway. You looked over to him and raised an eyebrow as to ask if he wanted to explore the place with you.

He replied with opening the door for you.

Under the evening sun, there was a dimly lit and pathed path that strolled into the forest that surrounded the castle.

With a grin on your face, you picked up the front of your dress and hurried down the path.

“Come on, Peter! Let’s go on an adventure!”

You heard him laugh as he ran after you. He liked that you didn’t have a care in the world; it wasn’t something that he found in the snotty girls that Sir Stark introduced him to. You were special and he knew he wouldn’t find anyone like you.

“Do you think anyone will come looking for us?” you asked when you stopped at a river bank.

“Maybe, but who cares? This is the most fun I’ve had in a while,” he admitted.

“I’m glad to be of service.”

You sat for what seemed to be for hours, talking about anything and everything that came to mind. At some points, he remembered thinking about how he had never laughed harder in his life, and others about how he couldn’t remember anyone that understood him as well as you.

“We should be heading back,” you sighed, standing up and dusting off your dress.

“It’ll be dark soon.” He followed your slow lead, not picking up the slow pace you held. Neither of you wanted to head back, but at the same time, you knew that your parents were looking for you and that Peter had his own responsibilities to hold.

“Y/N?” he spoke up once you were near the mansion.

“Yes, Peter?”

“I… have to tell you something…”

“Of course, you can trust me.”

“I’m-”

“Peter!” a stern voice called.

He visually froze and you followed the voice to an authoritarian Tony Stark.

“Where have you been?” He was furious and didn’t seem to notice you standing nearby, which was fine by you.

“I was… taking a stroll with a friend.”

“Who’s this?” He finally gave you a glance but nothing more.

“I’m Y/N,” you spoke up.

“Where are your parents?”

“Inside…” You looked down sheepishly.

“Let’s get you home, and afterwards, I’m having a talk with you sir.”

You and Peter walked inside, following a steaming Stark. You didn’t dare to look at Peter; you were the one who had gotten him in trouble after all.

“Y/N?!” You heard your father’s voice boom through the hallway.

His face was red and your mother’s had the faintest hint of worry behind the anger she wore.

But they both lightened up as soon as they saw Sir Stark and Peter.

“Hi, father,” you muttered.

“S-sir Stark! Prince Peter!” Wait, what? “I am so sorry if my daughter caused you any trouble,. She will apologize right this second, won’t you, Y/N?”

“I’m sorry,” you said in shock. Your face met with Peter’s apologetic one. He wanted to speak but knew it wasn’t the time.

“She was no trouble, it was Prince Peter that was the bad influence. But he will learn before he becomes King,” Stark explained. “I expect you in my study in an hour, kid. Nice meeting you, Y/N.” Then he left with a curt nod at your parents.

“Y/N,” your father growled, not wanting to yell in front of the prince.

“Can I have a moment alone with Prince… Peter?” you interrupted him.

“Yes!” your mother responded before your father, seizing the moment. “Of course. We will be in the carriage!”

And with that, they left the both of you alone in the corrider.

“So… you’re the prince?”

“Yeah, that’s what I was trying to tell you before Sir Stark found us.”

“I’m sorry I got you in trouble.”

“Don’t be, I had fun.”

“Really?”

“Absolutely.”

“You realize my mother wanted me at this ball to find a husband, right?”

“You realize that the court wanted me at this ball for the same reason, right?”

“Finding a husband?”

“You know what I mean,” he laughed. “Sir Stark seemed to like you. He doesn’t just call anyone by their name.”

“Really?” You looked at him in wonder as he nodded. “My mother will be very glad to hear that.”

“Why don’t you come over for dinner some time? You know… to make your mother happy.”

“Are you sure that that’s the reason why, or because you actually want to see me again?”

“I had a great time, Y/N-” he stepped closer to you, staring right into your eyes- “I want to see you again.”

“That’s… great. Because I want to see you again, too.” You cleared your throat, trying to regain your cool.

“I have to go, but make sure to come by tomorrow.” He pecked your blushing cheek. “See you later, Lady Y/N.”

“See you later, Prince Peter.”

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baby-blossoms · 6 years

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Laughter

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 3,394

Summary: Reader is a mutant with shape shifting abilities, and reader’s parents are kicking them out of the house as soon as graduation passes, which is fast approaching. Reader is best friends with Peter, and fights along side Spider-Man during the night, neither of them realize it is the other, or that they are quickly falling in love with their best friend.

Warnings: Emotional Neglect from parents, light cursing, just emotionally unavailable/abusive parents

Blending in was kind of your thing. Ever since middle school, when kids started talking about how they wished they could change their appearance, you knew you were different simply because you could. You could change your appearance at ease and hadn’t realized not everyone could do it so effortlessly, it was then that you had figured out why your parents had moved you from school to school so often. They couldn’t keep up with the different appearances you would take, and it would look a little odd if a completely different child from the one the teachers had been seeing the whole year showed up to class, claiming to be you.

You learned that you were a mutant, and your parents forbid you from using your abilities the moment they thought you were old enough to process what you could do. They claimed you had to lie low, as not everyone would take kindly to you and your abilities. Apparently, the select few that wouldn’t take kindly to you included them. They were baffled as to how the mutant gene had been passed down to you, as your ancestors had been careful to never associate with ‘their kind.’ You knew they were right, you should lay low, but you still resented them for being so harsh and refusing to accept your abilities.

Blending in was easy for you, just remain the same every day and don’t risk even the smallest change, but it was the exact opposite of what you wanted, it was boring. Now you were in your senior year of high school and the laying low plan had kind of gone out the window, not to your parent’s knowledge. You stayed in hiding while at school but saw no point when out on the streets at night. Changing your appearance at will had incredible advantages, and you had saved countless men and woman from unwanted followers or attackers. You felt right doing it, like you were helping people with the very ability you were taught to suppress by parents who couldn’t stand to accept you.

You had made a new friend on the streets, Spider-Man they called him. He knew you as Morph, after the pink blob in treasure planet, much to his amusement. He was a kind person, though you assumed he was your age by the pitch his voice took when stressed. Spider-Man accepted you. He was the only person beside your parents to ever know about your abilities, though he didn’t know what you looked like, as you never let your appearance down.

“Watch it, extra.”

A high-pitched voice huffed, efficiently knocking you out of your own thoughts. You shook your head, not bothering with an apology, and quickly walked away, trying not to cause a scene in the middle of a hallway with the girl. You wondered why the hell she called other people extras, like she was the star in her own D-list movie and no one else really mattered.

Making your way to your locker, you entered your combination while listening to the people around you, most of them talking loudly about themselves, celebrity drama, new movies, or the latest viral videos. Only when a familiar voice passed by did you take an interest and turn to try and catch your friend’s attention, you seemed to have just missed him, losing sight of him in the busy hallway.

Slightly annoyed, you went back to collecting your stuff for your next round of classes. Eating alone in a tree outside was a common occurrence for you, if you climbed a tree and ate your sandwich up there, there was little to no chance of someone awkwardly asking to join you. You really loved the two friends you had, Ned and Peter, but everyone needs a little alone time, and they understood that. You were thankful for such understanding and wonderful friends. You always wondered how different your life would be if Peter hadn’t accidentally knocked you to the ground the first day you started school there. You hypothesized your school life would be a lot more bland without your two best friends.

The rest of the school day passed by slowly, Ned trying to show you memes, Peter talking your ear off about his internship, and you ignoring them both while you tried to get your work done. You were eager to hit the streets and shift into someone else, and you didn’t want the concern of AP Physics homework dragging you down. You were always eager to get your homework done so you could change. It wasn’t that you didn’t like yourself, it was that once you were a different person there were no consequences, and you had no insecurities of anyone judging you because they weren’t necessarily judging you.

After what seemed like an eternity, the final bell rang, and you booked it from the school, only stopping to give your parents the latest excuse to be out for hours. You insisted that you had to divulge into an intense study session with a girl who you had fabricated to be your imaginary best friend, for your parent’s sake. You didn’t want your parents having a meltdown at the reality of you only having two friends, both male.

You had named this imaginary best friend Petra, a name they thought was quirky and unique, while you laughed at their gullibility, Peter found it amusing to no end as well. You called out that you would be home very late, as the study amount was enormous, and you were always surprised when they simply accepted it and let you go, probably relieved that you were spending time with someone, and not annoying them at home.

You made your way to the city, taking a different appearance that you thought Spider-Man might appreciate. You climbed to your normal meeting spot, and waited, staring down at the city.

“I’m scared one day I’ll start talking to the wrong person, thinking it’s you.”

The familiar voice of your favorite superhero called from behind you. Laughing, you got up from where you were perched on the roof and started to walk toward him.

“Who else hangs out on rooftops at sunset?”

You asked, quirking an eyebrow. He laughed and shrugged, then gestured to the city.

“There are a lot of people and a lot of roofs in this city, so I’m just saying it’s bound to happen some day!”

You grinned, shaking your head at him.

“By the way,” he continued, “you chose an interesting look today.”

You wiggled your eyebrows,

“It was all over the news that you were partnering up Tony Stark, so I figured maybe you wanted to see a friendly face. Really, I’m hurt, am I not good enough for you anymore?”

You asked with an exaggerated pout. He laughed,

“You know you’re my first choice.”

He peered at you for a moment, cringing when you blew an over-dramatic kiss to him.

“Can you change?”

He asked, trying to convey his discomfort with having his mentor blowing kisses at him.

“Why? You don’t want to flirt with me like this?”

You taunted, shifting into a girl you had seen on the street earlier, laughing when Peter replied,

“Definitely not.”

You slowly grinned.

“Take off the mask and we could do more than flirt.”

You purred, winking at him. He shook his head, retorting quickly,

“Show me your real face, then maybe we’ll talk.”

You shook your head, laughing as you walked to the fire escape and started climbing down.

“How do you know I haven’t already? For all you know this could be the real me.”

He huffed,

“I have a feeling I would know. I could just help you down, you know that, right? You don’t have to take the long way.”

He called as he swung down to the ground with his web. Snorting, you replied shortly,

“Sorry, bugs kind of gross me out.”

The boy let out a fake laugh,

“That’s why you never stop flirting? I gross you out?”

You hummed when you looked down to find him standing at the bottom of the ladder, his arms open wide, as if to catch you.

“Why do you think I want you to take off the mask, bug boy?”

You asked, but his response was interrupted by a scream in the distance.

“Crap, I got it.”

He breathed, quickly swinging away. You frowned, hoping the girl would be okay. Your thoughts were silenced by an odd noise echoing around you shortly after he swung out of sight. Jumping from the ladder, you surveyed the area, trying to find whoever might be trying to scare you. The noise sounded again, closer to you this time, and you bolted in the opposite direction. Rounding a corner, you shifted into a man you had seen in a horror movie once, he had made your skin crawl.

Waiting patiently for your pursuer, you soon came to face a man of average height, holding a crowbar. He jumped away out of shock at the sight of the form you had taken, but you weren’t prepared for the man to recover from his shock so quickly and snap the crowbar against your jaw. Feeling the sharp pain, you cursed loudly and retaliated with a punch, then shoving him into a dumpster. Closing it, you found a discarded bike lock and didn’t hesitate to lock the man in while he screamed angrily and struggled to get out.

“Senior year, and I have to put up with this bullshit? What an asshole.”

You muttered as you delicately touched your jaw and felt a stabbing pain. What you didn’t realize was that Spider-Man was close by, surveying the scene in case you had needed help, it turned out the woman had screamed because she dropped her new iPhone minutes after activating it, and it had shattered.

Peter’s laughter at you shoving a grown man into a dumpster turned to a wince when he realized how badly your jaw must be hurting. You shifted into the girl from earlier, thankful that cuts and bruises didn’t transfer into the appearances you took. He watched you curiously as you brushed off the pain and found your way back to the fire escape, quickly making your way back to the rooftop.

Swinging back from rooftop to rooftop, he landed in front of you gracefully, placing his hands on his hips and tilting his head at you.

“What’s with the mom pose?” you murmured, walking to the edge of the rooftop, and plopping down, swinging your legs carelessly.

“Is your jaw okay?”

He asked, sitting down next to you.

“It’s fine,” you said, shrugging lightly, “couple of cuts and bruises is in the job description.”

He shook his head, and you imagined him to be frowning at you disapprovingly.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to look at it?”

He asked, touching your jaw lightly. You flinched away, out of pain and irrational fear. Your parents had never been the most affectionate in the world, resulting in you never really getting used to any form of contact.

“It’s fine, thanks. I’ll see you around, bug boy.”

You said, trying to relieve your embarrassment. Getting up, you waved an awkward goodbye and finally let yourself hold your throbbing jaw when you were more than halfway home. You tried to find an excuse as to why you were going to have an impressive bruise in the morning.

The excuse didn’t come, and it was like you thrust yourself into the gates of Hell the next morning. After a full five minutes of screaming from your father and passive aggressive comments from your mother, you were notified that a tracking app would be installed into your phone. You were to be home every day by 4:00 with no exceptions, or there would be consequences. Figuring that the punishment was fair, you went to school without a single complaint, gently rubbing at your bruise and wishing you had been smarter about last night.

The first odd occurrence of the day was catching Peter staring at you in multiple classes, more than he usually did. He then proceeded to whisper with Ned in the hallway while not so subtly staring again, making your heart stop for a moment out of fear that your own best friend was judging you. Sighing heavily, you quickly figured it was about the bruise and shoved some earphones in, ignoring your teacher throughout AP Physics.

You were getting tired of Peter’s staring issues and wished you had just changed your face for the day, so the bruise would be gone. Shifting would take too much energy after the lack of sleep you got from the throbbing pain in your jaw last night. You figured it would be weird if the bruise was abruptly gone from one class to the next, and that it would probably attract even more attention.

The bell for lunch rang, and you saw Peter start to inch his way toward you, probably to pester you, so you practically ran down the hallway. Easily climbing to the top of your usual tree, you did your best at hiding in the leaves and closed your eyes, letting yourself get lost in the beat of your music.

You almost fell off the branch when someone tapped your shoulder moments later. Catching yourself at the last minute, you ripped your earphones out and glowered at Peter, who was perched gracefully on the branch above you. You were baffled as to how he got up without shaking any of the branches and alerting you in the process.

“Peter,” you grumbled, squinting at him, “why have you’ve been staring at me all day.”

Peter flushed,

“I just wanted to know if you were okay…”

You paused your snappy remark, staring at him in confusion.

“We’re best friends, you could’ve just asked. You don’t have to stare at me all day when you can just ask.”

Peter’s face grew an even brighter red,

“I just figured I shouldn’t bother you about it.”

You played with the chord of your headphone absentmindedly, your gaze flickering away from him as you contemplated his response, finding many holes in his reasoning.

“So, you decided the one time I insist on being left alone was a good time to bother me about it?”

Peter’s shook his head quickly,

“No, that was just a good excuse to talk to you.”

You laughed in shock at the straightforward response, and he gave you an odd look.

“What?”

You asked, grinning slightly.

“You have a very distinct laugh.”

You shrugged,

“Yeah, maybe.”

Peter’s eyes darted away for a moment before returning to you,

“Do you want to hang out after school? We never hang out, really.”

You frowned, rolling your eyes when you remembered your predicament,

“I got grounded last night, I have to be home by four or I’m in a world of crap.”

You grumbled, and Peter immediately insisted on walking you home. You couldn’t help but agree, trying to hide your giddy smile from him, you had always had confusing feelings toward him.

Peter had walked you home, talking about different topics at basically 100 miles an hour, and you ended up listening to him rant about something you didn’t have the slightest understanding of, but found very entertaining either way.

Now you were sitting on your bed, staring angrily at a wall, and wishing you were anywhere else. Preferably on a rooftop, flirting with a friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. Escape was impossible to say the least, your parents insisted on checking on you every few minutes, worried that you might try to find your great escape. No, you didn’t plan that until around one in the morning, when you knew there was no way your parents could force their eyes open anymore.

Checking the house, you found them both sleeping soundly in their bed, and you eagerly slipped through a window, grinning as you ran into the city, headed to the nearest rooftop.

Your brilliant plan was apparently not as brilliant as you thought it was, and you soon found yourself stuck in the back of your mother’s car while she lectured you. The only mercy she had in her soul was to not tell your father, but she did insist that if she ever found you sneaking out again, you were on your own. You had shrugged, knowing you had less than a year to meet that fate either way, your father wasn’t going to house you a day longer than he needed.

So, you were back to angrily staring at a wall, wishing you were anywhere else.

The next day, you soon found that ranting to Peter and Ned was a much-needed relief, with every angry complaint, you felt like a weight was being lifted from your chest. You avoided telling them the specific details but huffed out all your frustration and concerns while you sat with them at lunch for the first time. When you sighed out your fears of being kicked out the moment school started Peter stared at you for a moment, then responding,

“We’re graduating in a few days, Y/N.”

Every single weight that had been previously lifted slammed back onto your chest in an instant. You stared back at him, utterly baffled at how quickly time went by, and frowning deeply, and shaking your head as Ned and Peter shot each other worried looks. The bell to your next class rang, and you threw away your trash and made your way to Government, overcome with a sense of dread. Peter and Ned caught up with you, both starting to speak at the same time before Ned took over.

“We were thinking I could ask my parents, and Peter could ask May if you could stay at our houses off and on, I mean we both have extra rooms and my parents adore you, and…”

Ned hesitated when you didn’t seem as enthusiastic as he expected. You smiled gently at them both, murmuring,

“I couldn’t ask that of you, and I can’t just move in with you both. I really love you guys, and I appreciate it, but I couldn’t. I’ll figure it out. I’ll buy a one-way ticket to the first place I see, and I’ll start over.”

Peter analyzed you for a moment,

“What if I can convince you before you buy the ticket?”

You scoffed and agreed, simply because you knew he couldn’t possibly manage to.

You were more careful about sneaking out tonight, waiting until the ungodly hours of the morning to make your great escape. You arrived on a rooftop in no time, having taken the appearance of a pretty girl you had seen in a coffee shop you passed by a few days prior. Sitting on the edge of the rooftop, you dangled your legs and waited, your dreams slowly crumpling as you thought about the inevitable heading toward you in just days.

“I was starting to think our romance had become too bland for you.”

A slightly distorted voice called from behind you. Turning around, you smiled when you found Spider-Man standing there.

“What’s with the voice? Really brings down the sexy scale.”

You said playfully.

“I have a sexy scale?”

He asked, laughing when you nodded.

“I don’t want anyone recognizing my voice.”

He stated simply, shrugging lightly. You accepted his answer, figuring you wouldn’t want that if you were him, and finally made your way to hug him in greeting.

You talked until you fell asleep leaning against him on the rooftop, waking to him gently shaking you.

“It’s sunrise.”

He whispered to you. You watched it rise for a moment with him, enjoying the serenity of the moment, then you remembered sunrise meant your father would be awake in just under an hour. You jolted, scrambling to get up.

“Thank you for tonight, I’ll see you later.”

You called, making your way off the roof and jogging home, Peter watching you go. You didn’t know the entire time he was slowly connecting the dots, feeling stupid for not realizing it was you hiding behind other’s faces the whole time. How had he not noticed your nervous ticks? How you always laughed the same no matter who’s face you might be wearing. How had he spent the past few years falling in love with his best friend, and never realized it?

You had walked across the stage and accepted your diploma, then your goodbye presents from Peter and Ned. They had both handmade friendship bracelets for the three of you, they weren’t the prettiest, but you loved them anyway, and vowed to never take them off. You couldn’t help but cry as you said your final goodbyes, promising to try and stay in contact and never forget each other.

Coming home to your father practically shoving a bag full of your clothes into your arms and insisting that he knew you could thrive on your own was no surprise. You nodded, having already accepted your fate, and quickly darted into your room to grab a large stash of money you had been saving since the day it dawned on you that your parents didn’t really want you. Sadly enough, that very realization had hit you a long while ago, but it seemed to work in your favor in the long run.

Your father looked infuriated at the sight of the old dented lunchbox stuffed to the point of needing to be duct taped shut, but he didn’t say a word and silently watched you leave. Your mom stood in the doorway, looking lost, but all you could manage to do was shake your head at her, disappointed that she didn’t even try to defend you.

Shoving your money into the duffel-bag, you hauled it over your shoulder and whispered a goodbye to your mother, then softly shut the door behind you. Your head started to throb, the back of your throat burning as tears started to form. Soon you found yourself furiously wiping away hot tears, making your way to the rooftop you had asked Spider-Man to meet you on.

“You’re beautiful.”

He said when he arrived, tilting his head as he slowly walked to you. You stared at him for a moment in confusion before coming to realize you had forgotten to change forms, and you couldn’t help but laugh. The laughs turned into light sobs as you realized you were never going to see him again. You were never going to see your best friends again, you didn’t even want to leave, and you had no idea what you were doing. Slowly arms wrapped around you, squeezing you into a comforting hug.

“How did you know?”

You asked, thinking you had been careful.

“You have a very distinct laugh.”

He whispered, squeezing you tighter for a moment before letting go. You stared at him, speechless for a few moments before slowly reaching to the parting between his suit and his mask. You looked to him for confirmation, and he nodded his head silently. All air left your body as you slowly slipped it off, and you couldn’t help but smile at Peter, bowing your head in slight embarrassment at crying so hard in front of him.

“Yeah… maybe.”

You mumbled, blushing as he cupped your cheek.

“Did you buy the tickets yet?”

You shook you head, confused.

“Then I still have time to convince you, right?”

He asked, almost breathless,

“What if I told you I spent years falling in love with you, and I wouldn’t be able to handle you leaving?”

A hopeful smile pulled at his lips. You laughed and brought him into a kiss, slowly breaking away to whisper,

“I think I’m convinced.”

You smiled and hugged him once more,

“I love you, Peter.”

You sighed, hoping you would never forget the feeling.

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fandomnerd9602 · 6 months

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Petra Parker tries hiding while at the beach…

She peers over a rock…

Y/N Stark playfully tackles her from behind…

Petra: ahh! (giggles) no fair!

Y/N: I got you! What do I win?

Petra kisses Y/N gently on the lips…

Y/N: perfect. Do you want your consolation prize?

Petra giggles as Y/N kisses her gently and nuzzles her…

For @multi-fandom-enjoyer

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butwhyduh · 5 years

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I've been craving some genderbent Peter x reader (both female) smut, but I feel like it's a weird request. If you don't feel comfortable writing this that's fine.

Hi multiverse. I love this idea. So we’ll say she’s Petra Parker going to ESU and almost everything is the same.

Petra was the smartest girl in your class. Photography was your major and her hobby but she was so good at it. She had an unassuming sweet smile and had the habit of biting her bottom lip when concentrating. Your friend was encouraging you to ask her out.

“She’s into girls. She’s wearing a plaid button down with cuffed jeans. That’s basically the bisexual flag,” your friend whispered in the hallway before walking to her painting class next door. Little did you know Petra had heard everything your friend had said.

Of course she was into women. She had dated MJ and Gwen Stacy. Petra blushed furiously before going back to look at her film reel. Her brown hair looked adorable curling wildly out of her ponytail.

“Hey,” you said as you pulled out your camera. It was old but not as old as Petra’s old beat up camera.

“Hey, ready for critiques?” She asked smiling. Your heart thundered in bisexual panic.

“Yes. No. I hope,” you said and she laughed.

“That sounds about right. Are you free tomorrow?” She asked with mock casualism. She was nervous. You froze.

“Tomorrow?”

“Friday? Are you busy? Because I’ve got this new documentary that looks good and I was wanting to know if you wanted to see it,” she said busying herself with her camera nervously.

“Like a date or friends?”

“A date! She’s asking you out,” Ned, her best friend said rolling his eyes. You flushed and stuttered a little.

“Y-Yeah. I’d love a date. To date. To go to your house tomorrow,” you said. She smiled widely as the teacher walked in the room.

That was 2 months ago. Right now she was laying on your bed. Her physics homework took up half the surface. You watched as she held a pencil in her mouth as she concentrated. Physics looked really hard. She sighed deeply.

“What’s the matter babe?” You asked. She tried to smile and you could see how tired she really was. “You need a break.”

“I’ve got a test tomorrow,” she said ruefully.

“And you’ve been studying all night. How about I help you relax?” You said with a twinkle in your eyes. She looked back suspiciously.

“What do you have in mind?” She said and you softly closed her book. She could hear your increased heartbeat. Petra smiled before pulling you close.

“Mmm want to find out?” You asked and she nodded quickly. She pulled you into a kiss and slid your body flush with hers. Her tongue slid into your mouth as her hands found your breasts. She kneaded your nipple through your shirt, you didn’t wear a bra that day. You gently pushed her on her back. Petra looked at you in surprise. Her big brown eyes wide. She was usually in charge.

“I want to help you relax,” you said shyly before climbing on her lap. Her freckled collarbones prominent. You pushed her NASA shirt up and you could see her pale fit stomach. How she was able to stay that fit with the way she ate everything was a surprise to you. A soft bralette covered her small breasts. You helped her out of both. Her soft pink nipples hardened in the cool room. You kissed down her neck.

“You’re so pretty,” you said taking her breasts in your hands. You bent and kissed a nipple, taking the hard bud in your mouth and licking around it. She softly moaned. You unbuttoned her jean skirt and she lifted her hips so you could slide it down as you crawled between her legs. You almost laughed at the sight of her panties. They were simple bikini with the solar system all over them.

“You’re such a nerd,” you teased smiling. She shook her head. The soft wet patch didn’t go unnoticed. You touched the spot with your finger and she gasped. You kissed the inside of her thigh leaving warm wet spots. She gasped and moved as you kissed. You skipped over her pussy to kiss the other thigh and she moved her hips as if to catch your mouth.

“Please,” she moaned and you felt that as a throb to your clit. You gave into her needy demand and kissed her through her panties. They were long ruined by now. Her hips jumped slightly. You licked her through the panties for a minute, just listening to her little noises. You moved your mouth away and she mewed. You slid her panties down her legs and off.

You grabbed Petra around the thighs and pulled her core closer to your face. She gasped softly. Petra was smaller and lighter but was crazy strong. You licked a strip up her core and she moaned loudly. You slid your tongue into her core and she whimpered your name. Your clit throbbed but you ignored it. She really needed a break, you thought as you tongue fucked her.

“Oh.. god yes….” she whined. Her fingers threaded in your hair to hold you in place. You used your thumb to rub her clit. Her hips jumped as she moaned. You hummed as you ate her out and a few strangled gasps later she came. Her wetness spilled in your mouth and she clenched her thighs around your head. Her fingers were almost punishingly tight in your hair before she released you. Her thin chest rose and fell quickly before she pulled you up to her level as if you weighed nothing.

“You are amazing,” she said before kissing you deeply. “Want me to repay the favor?” She said climbing over you. It was your turn to nod feverishly. She grinned and boy did she repay you.

#peter parker #peter parker smut #petra parker #genderbent peter parker #friday night smut #i love this #i wanna write more about her

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until-theend-oftheline · 6 years

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Riding the Wave

Pairing: Chris Hemsworth x Reader

Warnings: None really. Mostly fluff with a little melancholy too it.

Word Count: 1200ish

Square Filled: Chris Hemsworth for @marvelfluffbingo

A/N: This is written for my own Thunder Aussie Quickie Challenge because I felt like it ;)

For the sake of this story Chris is single. No hate towards Elsa intended; she is a gorgeous, amazing woman and Chris is a lucky man.

Disclaimer: I love the ocean but I know nothing of surfing. Excuse any mistakes I might have made. It’s not meant as AU but it can be read that way if you are more comfortable with rpfs in that form since I never mention him being an actor.

Betaed by: @littlegreenplasticsoldier - Thank you so much Ali! Urgh it won’t tag yooou!

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

You practically skipped around the van to get your surfboard, thanking the man that had kindly given you a ride. You couldn’t believe you were finally here. Growing up in LA, you had been surfing all of your life, but the surf of Byron Bay had always been a dream of yours. It had taken you a while but at long last you had scraped up enough money to spend a few weeks in Australia and today was your first day by the sea.

The feel of the hot sand between your toes and the sun warming your body made you bubble with happiness as you headed towards the beach. The smell of the fresh salty air filled your lungs and you stopped to take in the beauty of this place. It was late afternoon and the beach was buzzing with with life. Kids playing on the beach while parents were tanning and laughing together. Looking towards the sea, you smiled when you saw the other surfers in the waves.

They were your people. The ones that understood just exactly how the ocean made you feel. The freedom and peace it provided you. They saw the beauty of the deep and the power as it surrounded them.

Another deep breath and you ran into the ocean. You grinned at the depth, thighs awash with white water and froth crashing against your sides as you threw yourself onto the board. You started paddling towards the horizon, loving the feel of the strength of the ocean around you. As a child, you’d dreamed of paddling right into the horizon. Now you knew you would never reach it, no matter how hard you tried, but that didn’t stop the memory from being a good one. Your smile grew as the salty drops from the warm sea sprinkled into your hair, refreshing you again, and you stopped to sit up and look for your first wave.

Feeling at home, and free, you closed your eyes to breathe in the ocean air. This was where you belonged.

You didn’t see him at first. Not until the deep voice sounded next to you. A voice layered with a heavy, broad accent and without opening your eyes you knew he belonged even more than you did. He was a local.

“Haven’t seen you around here before? New to the area?” he asked, smiling at you when you opened your eyes. Your heart practically skipped a beat when you saw him. He looked Australian, if that’s even a thing. Blond hair, tanned skin and eyes as blue as the ocean around you. A kindness shone from his eyes. Something about his presence made you instantly trust him.

“No. Well, kinda. I’m a tourist so…” You giggled. Actually giggled. Like you were some school girl with a crush. You didn’t have time to scold yourself, because the man just smiled back at you, a flirtatious glimmer in his eyes.

“Well, you have excellent taste in beaches. See you out there?” He didn’t wait for you to answer, just laid down on his board and paddled towards his wave.

Your admiration for this handsome man, that had stopped to talk to you, became professional awe the moment he stood up. You watched him become one with the board and the blue barrel around him. He looked as if he was born to the sea and you felt yourself instantly drawn to him.

The rest of the afternoon and evening was spent surfing. Everytime you stopped to watch for the perfect wave, he joined you. Chris was his name, you learned. He asked you about where you were from and told you about other beaches he was sure you would love. He added names of restaurants and places on shore he thought you’d like as well. You laughed, listened and talked, before one of you would take off, showing off for the other.

The sun was setting when you returned to the beach and once again he joined you, looking over the ocean and the multicolored sky, standing close by your side. It felt comfortable and familiar, as if you had known him your entire life, even if your stomach did the occasional flop when his arm brushed against yours.

There was no denying he was gorgeous, but it was more than that. It was the kindness and the way he treated you like a long-lost friend. He knew when to flirt and when to just be friendly. Honestly, you weren’t sure you had ever met anyone like him before in your life and that scared you. You were here for two weeks and while a summer fling would be amazing, you had a gut feeling Chris had the possibility to become much more than that. If you let him too close, leaving was going to be painful.

“It’s so beautiful,” you sighed, staring at the evening sky, trying to distract yourself from your own thoughts.

“Gorgeous,” he answered, but the sound of his voice was close. You turned to look at him to see Chris wasn’t looking at the ocean. His eyes rested on you and a serene smile spread across his face as your eyes met.

He took a step closer to you and you sucked in a breath as Chris brushed your still damp hair away from your face. His eyes dropped to your lips before meeting your eyes again.

“I really wanna kiss you right now,” Chris practically whispered, his breath feeling hot against your face and you couldn’t help but smile.

“I ain't stopping you,” you teased.

Chris chuckled heartily before pulling you flush against his strong chest. His lips brushed over yours, tenderly testing the waters, before you melted into each other. Your boards laid forgotten on the sand as your arms were wrapped around each other and your tongues danced.

You were breathless when you pulled apart.Then Chris smiled at you like you were the most perfect woman he had ever seen, and all you could do was blush.

“Can I give you a life back to your hotel?” he asked. He knew you had hitched-hiked to the beach, since you had been gushing about the hospitality of Australians earlier in the day.

You didn't answer. You just nodded, picking up your board and placed in under your arm, like he hand done. You smiled when Chris offered you his hand and you didn’t hesitate to take it, loving how your fingers easily intertwined with his.

Your brain screamed at you to end this now, but you also knew your heart would win. You were a surfer and you knew the most beautiful things in this world are temporary. You knew you couldn’t stop yourself from riding the perfect wave when it appeared in front of you, even knowing it would crash against the shore and come to an end sooner than you wanted it to.

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urwarriorangel · 6 years

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<3 urwarriorangel’s writing challenge <3

hello my darling angels! i have started a writing challenge because i want to read more of what you write. i’m calling this a challenge because that’s what i’ve read others call it? rules are listed below! all submissions will be read by yours truly and (if they follow the p basic rules) i will post them all on a masterlist! i will reblog them and give you feedback because that’s what should happen regardless and also i love you guys! (gif not mine!)

rules

*no rape/incest/underage sex/etc.

*if you choose to write smut, you must be 18+!!! the characters you’re writing for must be 18+!!

*must be character x reader! you can write for multiple characters, but it still must be a reader insert!

*it’s first come first serve for characters, meaning there are character limits. multiple people can write for the same character, but they are capped. so please message me as soon as you see a character you want to write for!

*only one prompt per fic! (bonus points if you use any of my original prompts lol!) (also prompts can only be used once)

*triggers must be tagged. if there are any triggers in your fic, you must have a trigger warning. i cannot emphasize this enough.

*fic should be at least 500 words, if it’s longer (which please make it as long as you’d like!) you have to add a ‘read more’

*must tag me in the fic and use # urwarriorangelwritingchallenge <3

*fic should be a new original, not an old piece being resubmitted or a part of an already existing series. (you can write a series for this challenge if you’d like!)

*bonus points if you’re a poc!writer with a poc!reader <3 <3 <3

*you must respect the sexuality of the character! if you would like for an lgbtq+ character, their sexuality should not change in the fic. thank you!

*please send me a message with the character(s) you’d like to write for and the prompt!

example: damon salvatore + “i don’t know how much longer i can go on”

~the masterlist will be posted on august 13th! (if this goes well aka if people participate i would love to do this more often!)~

categories allowed:

anything your heart desires. if you’re going to write fluff please keep it compelling! add a few different styles together! give me some angst, some smut. make it a mystery! i mean absolutely no disrespect to those who write/read only fluff, but personally i find fluff a little more fun when it’s got multiple components! (if you write only fluff, please go ahead and write fluff! i will read it and i’m sure i’ll love it! these are just my personal preferences!)

i love aus very much, so please don’t shy away from them!

characters & prompts under the cut!

characters (five slots for each character)

agents of shield

al mackenzie antoine “trip” triplett daisy “skye” johnson grant ward jemma simmons lance hunter leopold fitz lincoln campbell

brooklyn 99

amy santiago charles boyle gina linetti jake peralta raymond holt rosa diaz terrence jeffords

buffy the vampire slayer

angel buffy summers cordelia chase rupert giles william the bloody aka spike

criminal minds

aaron hotchner david rossi derek morgan elle greenaway emily prentiss jennifer jareau luke alvez penelope garcia spencer reid

defenders-ish

billy russo frank castle jessica jones luke cage matt murdock

friends

chandler bing joey tribbiani monica geller phoebe buffay rachel green ross geller

game of thrones

arya stark benjen stark daenerys targaryen eddard stark jaime lannister jon snow khal drogo robb stark samwell tarly sansa stark tyrion lannister

gossip girl

blair waldorf carter baizen chuck bass dan humphrey nate archibald serena van der woodsen vanessa abrams

harry potter

draco malfoy fred weasley george weasley harry potter hermione granger remus lupin ronald weasley sirius black (young) tom riddle

hawaii five-0

adam noshimuri chin ho kelly daniel williams kono kalakaua michael noshimuri steve mcgarrett

jane the virgin

adam alvaro jane gloriana villanueva petra solano rafael solano

lucky number slevin

slevin kelevra

mcu

bruce banner aka hulk brunnhilde aka my valkyrie queen bucky barnes aka winter soldier clint barton aka hawkeye drax aka the destroyer erik stevens aka killmonger gamora aka um need we say more? janet van dyne aka wasp loki aka loki m’baku aka you already know mantis aka mantis aka a fucking cutie may parker aka ailf nakia aka loml okoye aka incredible badass peggy carter aka kickass peter parker aka spider-man peter quill aka star-lord pietro maximoff aka quicksilver sam wilson aka falcon scott lang aka antman shuri aka an angel stephen strange aka dr. strange steve rogers aka captain america t’challa aka black panther thor aka thor tony stark aka iron-man wanda maximoff aka scarlet witch

new girl

coach nick miller

pretty little liars

aria montgomery caleb rivers emily fields ezra fitz hanna marin jason dilaurentis mona vanderwaal noel kahn spencer hastings wren kingston

reign

francis mary stuart nostradamus sebastian

riverdale

archie andrews betty cooper cheryl blossom fangs fogarty fp jones fred andrews jason blossom josie mccoy jughead jones kevin keller malachai charles!reggie mantle ross!reggie mantle sweet pea toni topaz valerie brown veronica lodge

shadowhunters

alec lightwood clary fray isabelle lightwood jace herondale lucian grey magnus bane simon lewis

teen wolf

allison argent chris argent cora hale derek hale isaac lahey jackson whittermore jordan parrish kira yukimura liam dunbar lydia martin malia tate peter hale scott mccall stiles stilinski theo raeken

the 100

bellamy blake clarke griffin echo finn collins jasper jordan john murphy king roan lexa lincoln monty green nathan miller octavia blake ontari raven reyes wells jaha

the originals

davina claire elijah mikaelson freya mikaelson hayley marshall kol mikaelson lucian castle niklaus mikaelson marcel gerard rebekah mikaelson

the vampire diaries

bonnie bennett caroline forbes damon salvatore elena gilbert jeremy gilbert katherine pierce malachi parker mary louise matt donovan nora hildegard olivia parker tyler lockwood stefan salvatore sybil

x-men

alex summers aka havok charles xavier aka young!professor x erik lehnsherr aka magneto hank mccoy aka beast jean grey aka phoenix logan aka wolverine peter maximoff aka quiksilver ororo monroe aka storm raven darkholme aka mystique

prompts (once someone requests a prompt, i will update the list! list will be updated once a day, if multiple people ask for a prompt in between updates, i will give it to the first person who sent me an ask. i realize that there are more character options than there are prompts, i did this because i don’t think too many people will participate. if we ever run out, i will add more prompts! example of request: klaus mikaelson + “give me a chance”)

(rfaimagining)

angst

1: “ give me a chance. ”

2: “ not you again.. ”

3: “ leave me alone. ”

4: “ i don’t love you anymore. ”

5: “ why do you hate me? ”

6: “ i lost the baby. ”

7: “ i thought you loved me. ”

8: “ i don’t need you anymore. ”

9:“ i can’t believe you! ”

10: “ we can't keep this up forever. ”

11: “ you’re a monster. ”

12: “ i hate you. ”

13: “ don’t leave me… ”

14: “ you’re a disappointment. ”

15: “ don’t die on me– please. ”

16: “ i never meant to hurt you. ”

17: “ are you upset with me? ”

18: “ i wish i’d never met you. ”

19: “ i’m going to kill you! ”

20: “ please don’t hurt me like this. ”

21: “ thanks for nothing. ”

22: “ dont call this number again. “

23: “ why did you spare me? ”

24: “ you need to leave. ”

25: “ i’m sick. ”

26: “ i’m dying. ”

27: “ i wish i’d never met you. ”

28: “ i thought we were family!”

29: “ there was never an us. ”

30: “ so that’s it? it’s over? ”

31: “ i fucked up. ”

32: “ i came to say goodbye. ”

33:“ he’s dead because of you. ”

34: “ i don’t deserve to be loved. ”

35: “ about the baby… its yours. ”

love

36: “ i’m so in love with you. ”

37: “ dance with me! ”

38: “ isn’t this amazing? ”

39: “ i wish we could stay like this forever. ”

40: “ will you marry me? ”

41: “ i’m pregnant. ”

42: “ i need a hug. ”

43: “ you’re special to me. ”

44: “ i’m going to keep you safe. ”

45: “ do you trust me? ”

46: “ can i kiss you right now? ”

47: “ you’re cute when you’re angry. ”

48: “ i’ve liked you for awhile now. ”

49: “ let’s have a baby. ”

50: “ we’d make such a cute couple. ”

51: “ i want to take care of you. ”

52: “ can we cuddle? ”

53: “ it’s lonely here without you. ”

54: “ i can’t stand the thought of losing you. ”

55: “ shut up and kiss me already. ”

56: “ are you flirting with me? ”

57: “ is that my shirt? ”

58: “ how did we get here? ”

59: “ you own my heart. ”

60: “ you’d be a great dad. ”

61: “ you’d be a great mom. ”

62: “ i want to protect you. ”

63: “ what's the matter? ”

64: “ you’re so beautiful. ”

65: “ did you do something different with your hair? ”

66: “ is that a new perfume? ”

67: “ stop being so cute. ”

68: “ you’re making me blush! ”

69: “ you’re teasing me again… ”

70: “ this is why i fell in love with you. ”

71: “ you’re the best! ”

72: “ they’re going to love you, don’t worry! ”

73: “ oh, are you ticklish? ”

74: “ of course i remembered! ”

75: “ you’re one hell of a girl. ”

76: “ you’re one hell of a guy. ”

77: “ are you jealous? ”

78: “ hold me and never let me go. ”

79: “ stop hogging all the blankets! ”

80: “ lets run away together. ”

misc

90: “ catch me if you can! ”

91: “ i’m fine. ”

92: “ are you drunk? ”

93: “ are you high? ”

94: “ we can't go in there… ”

95: “ give it back! ”

96: “ well this is just great. ”

97: “ don’t touch me. ”

98: “ not sure if you could tell, but i’m not exactly a people person. ”

99: “ this was fun— let's do it again sometime!”

100: “ i didn’t do it! ”

101: “ i did it… ”

102: “ i don’t remember that! ”

103: “ well that’s pretty rude of you to say. ”

104: “ get that thing away from me! ”

105: “ you owe me. ”

106: “ do you believe in aliens? ”

107: “ do you believe in ghosts? ”

108: “ are you hitting on me? ”

109: “ why are you naked? ”

110: “ you did what?! ”

111: “ you have… superpowers? ”

112: “ why are you bleeding? ”

113: “ where did all these puppies come from?”

114: “ don’t make me come over there myself! ”

115: “ that wasn’t funny. ”

116: “ this tastes horrible. ”

117: “ this is delicious! ”

118: “ are you mad at me? ”

119: “ stop ignoring me… ”

120: “ i love that show too! ”

121: “ can i borrow that book of yours?”

122: “ let's blow this joint. ”

123: “ let me help you with that. ”

124: “ take that back! ”

125: “ wanna go see a movie with me? ”

126: “ no way, that’s so lame. ”

127: “ what are you listening to? ”

128: “ i brought you your coffee. ”

129: “ don’t fuck this up. ”

130: “ run! ”

131: “ lets run away together. ”

132: “ i haven’t slept in four days… ”

133: “ your turn to do the dishes. ”

134: “ was i really that drunk? ”

135: “ was i really that stoned? ”

136: “give me back my phone! ”

137: “ you’re an asshole. ”

138: “ are you cold? ”

139: “ this place gives me the creeps. ”

140: “ i swear my house is haunted. ”

141: “ did you hear that? ”

142: “ it’s just your imagination. ”

143: “ just how stupid do you think i am? ”

144: “ stop being such a baby. ”

145: “ go back to bed. ”

146: “ are you okay? ”

147: “ i can take care of myself just fine.”

148: “ thanks for helping me back there. ”

149: “ since when have we ever been friends? ”

150: “ what on earth are you wearing? ”

151: “ i can’t feel my legs! ”

152: “ stop texting me weird stuff so late at night. ”

153: “ put me down! ”

154: “ there’s only one bed… ”

155: “ it isn’t what it looks like! okay.. maybe it is… ”

156: “ how did i lose it? ”

157: “ i read your diary. ”

158: “ this is awkward. ”

159: “ didn’t you read the sign? ”

160: “ do you think you can teach me that? ”

nsfw

161: “ bite me. ”

162: “ make me. ”

163: “ fuck me. ”

164: “ stop teasing me so much… ”

165: “ do you like it when i touch you like that?”

166: “ okay.. this is new. ”

167: “ want to head back to my place and have a little fun? ”

168: “ you’re in trouble now. ”

169: “ what a pretty sight. ”

170: “ bend over. ”

171: “ on your knees. ”

172: “ the food looks great but.. there’s something much more delicious i’d like to eat right now. ”

173: “ lay back. ”

174: “ take off your clothes. ”

175: “ well, fine; just this once. ”

176: “ i’m waiting. ”

177: “ you’re so beautiful. ”

178:“ as you wish. ”

179: “ first one to make a noise loses.”

180: “ you have no idea what you do to me. ”

181: “ if you’re bored; wanna have sex? ”

182: “ i've wanted this for so long. ”

183: “ car sex looks so much more easier in the movies. ”

184: “ can i touch you? ”

185: “ open up. ”

186: “ no strings attached. ”

187: “ already? do i really have that much of an effect on you? ”

188: “ mine. ”

189: “ the nights still young. ”

190: “ we can't do that here! ”

191: “ behave. ”

192:“ what did you just say? ”

193: “ good girl. ”

194: “ good boy. ”

195: “ come here. ”

continued nsfw from misc sources

196: “are you going to come here, or are you going to make me come get you myself?”

197: “don’t look at me like that, you brought this on yourself.”

198: “stay still, squirming will make it worse.”

199: “keep count. if you lose it, we’re starting over. understand?”

200: “go get me the cane.”

201: “take your shirt off and put your hands up against the wall.”

202: “open your mouth. i’m putting the gag in so your screaming won’t alarm someone.”

203: “did you disobey my orders?”

204: “i thought i told you not to touch that?”

205: “have you finished everything i told you to do?”

206: “if you don’t stop acting like this, i’ll be forced to use different tactics.”

207: “your skin turns so red under my palm.”

208: “bend over the back of the couch.”

209: “you might want to bite something, the whip has a bite to it.”

210: “come here and bend over my lap.”

211: “i’m tired of your smart mouth.”

212: “you’re really hot.”

213: “oh, don’t mind me. just enjoying the view.”

214: “you know, those/that ______ of yours are/is pretty distracting.”

215: “hot damn.”

216: “so, you come here often?”

217: “well, well. my night just got better.”

218: “is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”

219: “you have got a great ass.”

220: “hey, i’m open minded.”

221: “you enjoying the view over there?”

222: “keep sweet-talking and this could go a whole new direction.”

223: “don’t be bashful. you know you want to.”

224: “you can have me any way you’d like, baby.”

225: “you wanna move this conversation someplace more private?”

226: “i’m off in a few minutes, you know.”

227:“it’s been a long day. why don’t we help each other unwind?”

228: “i think it’s about time we stop avoiding the obvious.”

229: “i’m gonna be honest with you. i’m really horny, and you’re really hot. can we fuck? like, now?”

230: “i wanna see you get naked.”

231: “you like how i bend over for you, huh?”

232: “you’re getting me all worked up.”

233: “what do we have here?”

234: "i see someone’s happy to see me.”

235: “play your cards right, and i just might have to put you on speed dial.”

236: “you like that, don’t you?”

237: “how do you want me?”

238: “i’m sure we can put those lips to better use.”

239: “i want you. right here. right now.”

240: “god, you’re perfect.”

241: “i really like a man who’s good with his hands.”

242: “i’d be more than happy to show you a good time, if you’re looking for one.”

243: “i saw that. you just checked me out.”

244: “you look real good in that suit/dress/skirt/outfit.”

245: “you wanna help me out of this ___?” (insert article clothing here.)

246: “can i keep you?”

247: “you’re such a tease.”

248: “oh my, looks like i/you dropped something.”

249: “i love it when you talk dirty.”

250: “i can’t stop thinking about your hands on me.”

251: “i think you’ll be happy to know that i’m not wearing any underwear.”

252: “i really want to take you home and get you out of all those clothes.”

253: “it’s like you want to ruin men/women for me.”

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Multiverse of Love (One)

Summary: A world in which soulmates are each other on other earths, Peter just happens to meet his while fighting crime.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Far From Home spoilers, Endgame spoilers, some swearing, mentions of violence, a little bit of angst, a little bit of fluff

Words: 2410

A/N: In this fic, Petra is the girl version Peter Parker (but doesn’t look like the Peter Parker we know because I don’t want to exclude anyone). So, just imagine yourself as Spider-Girl in this fic as well as yourself. If you want to be added to the taglist for this series, click here.

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*454-Saturday*

She was fighting her villain. It was normal, Green Goblin chasing after her to achieve something that she never would. She would stop her before that could happen. And then, she ended up in her apartment. For a minute she thought that it was just because she was swinging her usual way home and her muscle memory swung her home. Then, she looked around the room and saw that the poster on the wall that said Isaac Newton rather than Isabella Newton.

She stopped and looked around, confused as to why someone would switch out her favorite poster. “Uncle Mark?” She called out, looking around to see her Iron Spider Suit in the corner by the door. At least that didn’t change. She looked out the window and couldn’t see Green Goblin anywhere. She shut the window slowly and looked into her closet, all of the clothes looking a little bit bigger than usual.

*616-Saturday*

She jumped when she heard a bang come from the window, surprised that her Spidey Sense didn’t warn her. Her eyes widened and she saw another person in a Spider-Girl suit slide the window up. “Woah! Stop, you can’t come in here.” She said, shooting a web so the person couldn’t get in.

“Hey! What are you doing in my apartment- I mean- not my apartment- what are you doing here? Peter- Peter isn’t Spider-Man.” The person said, making the girl laugh.

“You mean Spider-Girl? I don’t care about Peter, I just care that you’re trying to get into my apartment. This little fan-boy thing isn’t going to work. I’m not opening up my window.” She said, crossing her arms.

“Spider… Spider-Girl? That’s not a thing.” He said and shook his head. The girl narrowed her eyes, walking over to the window. She opened it and then shut it, looking at the boy dressed in a suit very similar to her own.

“You think I’m going to be tricked into taking off my mask, you’re wrong.” She said, placing her hands on her hips. “So don’t dressing up like this, it’s dangerous.”

“Dangerous? I know it’s dangerous, I’m Spider-Man!” The boy said, gesturing towards his suit.

The girl scoffed, “I’ve been doing this longer than you’ve been… I don’t know.. Stalking me? I gotta say though, it’s a good costume. You got the eyes and everything, is that Stark Tech?” She asked,

“Don’t- Don’t mention him.” He said, shaking his head. “You don’t know the first thing about Tony Stark.”

“Oh, you don’t think I knew her? She was my-” She stopped, furrowing her eyebrows. “Did you say him?” She asked.

“Yeah- Tony Stark. He’s a- He was a hero. And you don’t even know how much he meant to me.”

“Toni Stark is a woman.” The female superhero said, shaking her head. “She was a hero, I- I watched her die in front of me. So if this is some sort of a sick joke…”

“You’re telling me that Tony Stark was a woman? You’ve gotta be kidding me.” He muttered, shaking his head. “You’re a girl… and you’re dressed as Spider-Man-”

“Spider-Girl,” She corrected.

“And you think that Tony was a girl… You’re… No… No, the multiverse isn’t real.” He said, shaking his head.

“You’re right. Mysteria said that she was from another earth, but she lied. It was all fake.” The girl said, mirroring the boy. The two superheroes realized what was happening at practically the same time.

“You’re on my earth.” They said together, stepping away from each other.

“No, no you’re on my earth. See? That poster in there says Issac Newton, and- and on this earth, Tony Stark was a man. And it wasn’t Mysteria, it was Mysterio.” He said. He slowly opened the window, pulling the girl in and shutting his blinds. “And I’m Peter Parker… I am Spider-Man.” He said, pulling off his mask. “And you’re…”

“I’m Petra Parker.” The girl said, pulling off her own mask. “And I’m Spider-Girl.” She said, looking around the room. “This isn’t possible, the last time someone told me they were from a different earth I almost died. I trusted her, and I gave her the one thing Toni left for me and she used it to hurt hundreds of people. On top of that, she made the entire world-”

“Think that you were Spider-Man… Putting all of your friends and family in danger.” Peter finished, eyes looking towards the floor. Petra looked at him and nodded, looking around the room again.

“How- how did I even get here? I was being chased by Goblin and I landed here. In my… In your room. That doesn’t make sense.” She said, shaking her head.

“Well, it may have something to do with the portals Fisk has been opening,” Peter said, throwing his mask on his bed. “But I haven’t been able to figure out how to stop it. It needs some sort of algorithm, but I can’t figure it out. And if he opens more portals, he’s going to bring more people from other worlds here. I thought they were just portals to different parts of space, but I guess I was really off.” He muttered, messing up his hair. “You don’t exactly look like the girl-version of me... I don’t get how you are me from a different earth.” He said, narrowing his eyes.

“Well, I don’t get how I’m on another earth… If my body weren’t in its own universe wouldn’t it start to--” She crumbled to the ground, Peter immediately going towards her. “--react,” she muttered as she sat up with Peter’s help. “That answers that… So I’m on your earth, the question is how do I get back to my own?” She asked.

“Well, Fisk’s building is the headquarters for the anomalies, so if we get you there we can get you back and then I can close the portals,” Peter said, glancing at her before looking back at his laptop. “But I could use some help with this algorithm first.” He said, grabbing his laptop to set in his lap.

“Well now that you know it’s opening portals to other universes rather than space, you should be able to…”

Peter and Petra went on, pausing for a moment here and there to speak to each other about what having a multiverse means, then continued on to finish the algorithm. They worked twice as fast as they usually did alone, considering they had the same mind and worked off of each other well.

“Well, seems like this will work now,” Peter said, pulling the flash drive out of his laptop. “I guess we need to head over to Fisk’s building then.” He said, standing up and grabbing what he thought was his mask. As soon as he put it on, he realized it didn’t fit and handed it to Petra. “This is uh.. This is yours.” He laughed awkwardly, grabbing his actual mask and slipping it on his head. “So, tell me about the Green Goblin. Was he… she trying to tear you apart?” He asked, hopping out onto the fire espace.

“Yeah, she was making this serum and I couldn’t let her do that, so I took it and dropped the only sample she had off the Empire State,” Petra explained as she latched her web onto a building, pulling back on it and swinging towards it. Peter followed her before leading her towards the building, even though she knew where it was she let him lead the way.

“Jeez, I didn’t think someone could get greedier than Wilma Fisk… Guess the male version of her likes to flaunt himself.” Petra said, swinging down to the building across from Fisk Tower.

“I thought everything was the same about our universes besides the gender?” Peter asked, looking up at the building.

“If that were true, we would look the same, Spidey. We don’t.” She said, looking around. “You know as well as I do, multiverses are, in theory, parallel universes with slight differences. You get enough differences, a whole other universe emerges.” Peter looked at her for a moment, processing what she had said.

“I guess you’re right,” he told her, standing up. “Come on, the lab is on the 45th floor. We can enter from the window since they keep it open for ‘air’.” He shook his head. Petra knew the eye-roll that Peter gave as he quoted the last word because she did the same thing.

“Well, that sounds like something that gives us an easy way in, but sure.” She pointed out, glancing between Peter and the open window. “Fisk didn’t put in anti-Spidey windows yet?” She asked.

“Wha- What are anti-Spidey windows?” Peter questioned, looking back at Petra.

“Wilma put them in, my webs don’t stick to the windows anymore. And I even tried to consult Hulk on it, she couldn’t figure it out either.” Petra shook her head as she shrugged. “But if you don’t know about them, Fisk either just put them in or he is just an idiot...”

“Probably both.” They said at the same time, stepping away from each other after. They had only known each other for a little over an hour but when things like this happened, it freaked both of them out. “That’s weird,” Peter said, Petra silently agreeing with him.

“Come on, why don’t we try the top and go through the vents. The window seems suspicious to me.” She said, slinging a web to the top of the building.

“Spidey-Sense?” He asked, following her lead with his web. They both landed on the building and climbed the extra feet. Petra stood up and walked over to the ventilation shaft, shaking her head.

“Don’t really have it too often, only when a bullet is about to hit me…” She said, nudging her head in the direction so Peter would follow. “Come on, my atoms don’t have all day.” She jumped into the shaft and stuck onto the side, slowing crawling down.

“One time he thought it would be funny to see me suffocate and he-”

“Put pure oxygen through the vents because she knew you were in them and then watched as you clawed for air? Yeah… It-”

“Sucked… but it’s nice to have someone who gets it.” Peter finished. “Sometimes I just wish life could be simple.”

“You’re Spider-Man... Life is never gonna be simple.” Petra said, shaking her head. “This is getting too serious. We’re over the lab anyway.” She said, leaning over the open vent. “You got the drive?”

“Yeah, it’s right here.” Peter said and held it up. “I’ll go in while you create the distraction? Then try to get into that portal as soon as you see it open up.” He said, putting the flash drive back into the compartment he had it in earlier.

“Peter… thanks.” Petra said, looking at him. “I really don’t know how I would’ve gotten back if it wasn’t for you,” She said and smiled gently.

Peter nodded, saying a quick goodbye as Petra hopped down and made the guards turn her way. Peter crawled down to the ceiling and then the floor, spinning in the chair until he got to the USB port. He put it in and then heard someone shout out “Hey!” towards him.

“Hay is for horses, and I am a Spider.” Peter quipped and shot a web towards the guard. He typed something in quickly. “Petra now!” He called out, seeing the portal opening and then seeing her swing into it. He closed it quickly with a click of the space bar, hoping that she made it back to her own world.

“Spidey, where’d your friend go?” One of the guards asked.

“She had to swing out of here. Maybe next time close your windows.” Peter said and shot a web towards him. Peter stuck a web to the building on the opposite side of the street and swung out of the window, waiting to see if the portals stopped opening. Once he noticed Kingpin get upset from his office, he swung away towards his apartment.

*616-Monday*

Finding out there actually was a multiverse made physics a different class for Peter. He had to ask his teacher about it again, even though he had done a lot of research on it and even asked Bruce about it. He said it was possible, then went off on a tangent about time travel and how that could affect or even create multiverses. At that point, as interesting as it was, Peter stopped listening because he didn’t want to take in all that information at once.

And the fact that Peter knew someone from another multiverse made it even better. But it also made the situation even weirder when he saw her.

She was sitting at a lunch table, writing something down in a notebook. He recognized the hair, but this time it was longer than he remembered. He thought he would’ve known to be more low-key about it, but he was pretty much the opposite.

“Petra, hey, what are you-” He started as he walked around the table. He stopped once he saw her face. She was either pretending not to know him, or she really didn’t know him.

“I’m not Petra, sorry.” She said to Peter, locking eyes with him. She motioned for Peter to sit across from her. “If you want.”

“Oh, uh… Sorry, you just looked like someone I knew.” He said, not sitting down. “Are you new… here?” He asked, glancing around. He would have recognized her before if she was here, and he definitely would’ve recognized Petra as her if she attended his school.

“Yeah uh… Today is my first day, I’ve got a lot of work to catch up on.” She said, watching the boy stand awkwardly in front of her. “Do you want to sit down? Or are you gonna stand there all day?” She asked.

“Uh, yeah... Actually, I’ve got a spot with my friends.” He said and gestured over to Ned and MJ, who were in their own conversation. “You can join us if you want. Not that I don’t think you don’t have any friends-- it’s just that you’re sitting here alone and..”

“I’d love to.” She said, already standing up and grabbing her book. She walked over to the table with him.

“By the way, what’s your name?” He asked, looking down at the girl.

“(Y/N), (Y/N) (Y/L/N).”

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The Marvel Parody - Chapter 4

Pairing (in the futur) : Chris Evans x Plus Size!Reader

Warnings : Language ; spelling mistakes ; getting political

Word Count : 1.265

Author’s Note : Some reactions of the cast (beginning of the chapter) were added after @prettybubblesintheair suggested it. :)

NAME CHANGES -> Peter Quill = Petra Quill ; Tony Stark = Tonya Stark ; Peter Parker = Petra Parker ; Dr.Steven Strange = Doctress Stephanie Weird ; Thanos = Anus…Hope you like it xD

Prelude Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Change of scenery obliged, the show paused for 10min in order to put the landscape corresponding to the planet Titan. The small break allowed us to change into our next characters and the audience to relax a little.

« Omg, this is sooo good. I wasn’t expecting this », said Letitia.

« Right, I mean that « ghost app » part had me wheezing. I can’t », exclaimed Tom Holland with a heavy British accent.

« Why did they put me as a fucking stuffed eagle toy?! », said Mackie. Which led half of the cast to laugh loudly, especially Sebastian. « I mean, come on! », continued Mackie. « Ohh, don’t whine Choclatchino, you never looked better », voiced Sebastian. At that, Holland laughed and Mackie just gave him a stern look, which led the youngest of the cast to laugh even louder.

« I’m really impressed by the scenery and their outfits. The details are really on point. And let’s not forget how beautiful those girls are », remarked Brie Larson. « Right, I was thinking the same », the other female co-stars agreed.

« What about you Evans, you haven’t said much? », Hemsworth asked. Everyone turned to their castmate. « Oh, I love it so far. I’m really looking forward for the rest », he said with a wild grin.

« Is that so. Whyyy? Does it have to do with a certain Bucky impersonator??, implied RDJ. That comment got everyone to turn to the freshly 37-year old, smiling and hollering. « Ahh guys, stop. I’m enjoying it. It’s hilarious. The references are clever and whoever wrote this piece clearly knows what she’s talking about. And besides, that Captain girl really got my Cap mimics», affirmed Evans with a slightly nervous giggle.

« Dude, admit it. That Y/N caught your eye. You can’t deny it, we saw you looking at her even if she wasn’t the one speaking » - Pratt. « Arrgh fine. I admit. I was intrigued the minute she stepped on stage an hour ago », Evans admitted.

« Oh my little boy growing up so fast », told RDJ.

« Why aren’t we talking about the fact that they renamed me Anus? », stated Josh Brolin playfully.

Everyone laughed at that. Clearly, everybody was enjoying their evening.

The lights were dimmed which indicated that the show was continuing. The stage arbored some wrecked car pieces that we painted in orange nuances to give that Titan planet vibe. For this part, the characters on stage were Sarah as Petra Quill , Kelly as Tonya Stark , Emily as Mantis , July as Drax (invisible) so she will play Anus , Jen as Petra Parker and you as Doctress Stephanie Weird.

Stark, Weird and our disguised Spider were ambushed by the Guardians.

« Who are you? Where is Gamora? », asked Petra Quill

« Ehm, I’ll do one better : Who is Gamora? » - Tonya

« No I’ll do one even better : HOW is Gamora? » - the voice of Drax resonated.

« Where does that voice come from », you asked confused.

« I’m the Destroyer Drax. Because I destroy things and then I tell them my name », the voice responded. « I’m also invisible, when I’m quiet ».

You were looking at your fellow earthlings for help and they seemed as lost as you.

« To whom you respond to?, asked Tonya

« Wakanda question is that? What am I supposed to say : Beyoncé? », Quill interjected.

The audience was cracking up and that gave the team and especially you a relieving feeling. They were liking it.

Mantis touched Parker and declared « Oh boy, you don’t feel so good ». « How do you know? »… « Well maybe if you haven’t drank all those juice boxes as I told you not to, you wouldn’t feel so bad », announced Tonya. « Sorry mom », answered Parker.

Once they established that they all had the same goal - kill Anus, they assembled in order to make a plan.

« That plan is terrible. Just like your make-up, you should check that », Quill said to Tonya, who gave him an annoying look in return.

Meanwhile they were figuring out what to do, you were seated on a rock, legs crossed and playing with your enormous eye necklace. Putting in front of your face pretending to be Big Brother watching everyone and grinning. Until you were caught by the characters and tried to look elsewhere and pretend doing tricks with your hands. While doing so you managed to pull out some orange frisbees (p.s. it’s supposed to be the magic coming out of Strange hands).

« Yup, we’ve got some Georges Meliès tricks up in here », you declared. ( Meliès was one of the first french film directors. He discovered by stopping the camera, he could create illusions, he’s basically the first one to invent special effects). Behind those frisbees was a small word saying that the person who caught it, would have a free drink at the bar.

« Can I throw them? », asked Parker.

« Sure, kid », you handed them over.

Stark and Quill were finishing their argument when Mantis declared « Miss Stark, is your friend alright? ». They all turned to you, shaking.

« Hey, what’s going on? »

« I was seeing the futur in order to calculate our chances of victory «

« What did you see? », asked Stark

« I saw that we’ve got 99 problems and that bitch is one », you announced.

« Weird », commented Drax

« No, Jay-Z », you replied.

« Ok, you’ve gotta stop those references. No more cultural references for you », Stark said angrily.

You frowned at him « I can’t help it, I’ve got loyalty, got royalty inside my DNA », you told him.

« Really, Lamar?! »

« What, I can’t just quote Jay-Z and ignore the master of poesy. That wouldn’t be fair », you replied.

« Touché », claimed Stark. « Fine, you may continue those puns ».

You gave him a smug smirk and winked.

Everyone got in position and you remained on stage with Tonya.

« Weird can I ask you something? - Tonya

« Yes », you replied.

« Well now that there’s only both of us, tell me why so many cinematic references? I mean there are a lot. You do are conscient that half of the audience don’t necessarily get them?», asked Tonya perplexed.

« You know, you can’t trick passion, you can’t fake it. That’s why I can’t hold back on them.

« What about all those puns? »

« What you Americans don’t like jokes? Odd, considering there’s one living in the White House right now », you exclaimed. You knew this part of the show could be tricky. Some ‘ooohs’ and ‘buurnnnn’ were heard in the audience along with hollering.

« You just went there. We don’t really do politics in this building », retorted Tonya.

« Don’t we? Are you sure? Because what we’re doing right now is Art. Those performances that we do is Art. Art is political ! Showing skin as a plus size female is political. Denouncing the inequalities in a dance is politic. It’s fighting the patriarchy. It’s fighting society standards about how as a female you should look like, how you should behave, how you should talk, how you should be sexually actif or not. And that’s what we do here. So yes, I think we do politics and we happen to use the strongest item as a tool : ART », you told.

During your speech, a few people stood up, clapped and cheered. Among them the female cast but also some of their male co-stars.

« Preach queen, preach », you heard Brie Larson yelling.

« I never saw it like that. But you’re right. » - Tonya

« Good talk Stark », you said smiling « And ohh… about the audience not understanding half the references, don’t underestimate them. (you looked at the public) They drink and then they know things ».

« Smooth Weird, smooth. I understood that reference »

At that double pun, you couldn’t help and grinned widely.

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Who Is Petra?- Peter Parker One Shot

Pairing: Peter Parker X Reader

Prompt: You lie to your father, Tony Stark, about who you’ve been spending a lot of time with.

Word Count: 1300

Masterlist Peter Parker Masterlist

*Gif is not mine*

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“Bye dad.” You called to your father, the Tony Stark, as you headed out the door.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He asked, stopping you in your path.

“I’m going to study with my friend.”

“Which one?” He questioned, crossing his arms in a protective manner.

“Petra.” You lied. In reality, you were going to spend time with your boyfriend of five months, Peter, and you really didn’t have a friend named Petra.

“Be back in time for dinner.” Tony stated, allowing you to leave. Your father had always been protective over you. He never liked you having male friends, outside of the Avengers. He also never liked you leaving the facility if it wasn’t strictly school related. If he knew that you were really spending time with your boyfriend, he would probably explode.

You arrived at the library, where you and Peter had decided to meet up since it was in between your two homes. You immediately spotted him at a table with his back facing you as he hunched over the book he was reading. You snuck behind him and put your hands over his eyes. He jumped and his hands went to yours.

“Guess who?” You asked. He laughed and you removed your hands. Peter turned to face you.

“Hey, gorgeous.” He smiled as you leaned down to greet him with a kiss.

“Are we really going to study here? Or are we going back to your place to watch a movie?” You replied.

“We can head back.” He shrugged, closing the book in front of him. He slipped it into his backpack before taking your hand in his. You two made your way back to his apartment.

“Look at that car. An Audi R8? Whoa!” Peter exclaimed, looking at the car parked out front of his apartment building. You saw the license plate and froze. That was definitely one of your dad’s Audis. Peter didn’t know Tony was your dad and your dad didn’t know Peter was your boyfriend. The question was where was your dad. Was he in Peter’s apartment? Did he find out about you two? Was he in the diner down the street? Was he visiting someone else who lived nearby?

“You know, I’m suddenly not feeling well. I think I’m just going to head home.” You said.

“What? Why?” Peter asked, looking at you as if you were crazy.

“I feel a migraine coming on.” You elaborated.

“Come inside. Aunt May has medicine for that stuff. She gets them a lot.” He took your hand and brought you inside. He opened his apartment door and went straight for the medicine cabinet in the kitchen. You stopped, seeing the back of your dad’s head.

“May, did you see that car out front? Oh, here it is, sweethe-” Peter was cut off by Aunt May clearing her throat. He looked at her and then registered that Tony was in the room.

“Oh, hello, Y/N. I didn’t see you there.” Aunt May smiled at you and you held back the urge to run away as Tony turned around to look at you.

“Y/N?” Tony asked in disbelief. You could hear the hint of anger that was forming, “What are you doing here? I thought you were with-” He cut himself off as he realized the name you gave him was the feminine version of Peter.

“How do you two know each other?” Peter asked, handing you the pill and a glass of water. He then casually put his arm around your waist, and you decided not to move out of his grip.

“Peter, Aunt May, meet my father.” You sighed. Peter retracted his arm from around you as you dad glared at him.

“Your father is Tony Stark?” Your boyfriend asked and you nodded. You noticed how abnormally quiet your father was.

“Dad, what are you doing here exactly?” You questioned.

“Oh right. Peter here applied for my grant and I’ve decided to give it to him. Can we speak in private?” Tony asked him. Peter looked at you, before looking at your dad and hesitantly nodding. You followed Peter and Tony to your boyfriend’s room because you were sure as hell not letting your dad be alone with him.

“Y/N, go wait outside.” Tony told you.

“No. If I do, Peter will probably die.” You said.

“I wouldn’t kill him in such a public place.” Tony answered and Peter gulped. Your dad looked over at your boyfriend before looking at you. As he asked the question, he laughed a little, “This is Petra?”

“What?” Peter replied in confusion.

“I’ll tell you later. Dad, why are you really here? I know Peter didn’t apply for that grant.” You asked.

“Parker, does she know yet?” Tong asked raising his eyebrows at the teenage boy.

“No.” Peter said, “Maybe you should wait outside, Y/N.”

“Know about what? You two literally just met and you are already keeping a secret from me?” You asked in confusion.

“Y/N, I’m Spiderman.” Peter whispered to you. You stared at him in disbelief.

“Ah-ha!” Tony said, opening the attic in the ceiling to show a red and blue suit that resembles Spiderman’s.

“Peter! Why didn’t you tell me before?” You asked, slapping his arm.

“I didn’t want to put you in danger.” Peter replied.

“I already got that since my dad literally wants to entire world to know he’s Iron Man.” You said, making your dad scoff.

“That is not true and you know it.” Tony stated, “Do you have a passport, Parker?”

“No, I don’t even have a driver’s license.” He answered.

“Dad! No! Peter is not going.” You said, stepping in between the two. Your hand went behind you and rested on Peter’s wrist.

“Going where?” He asked.

“Do you want to go to Germany, kid? The Avengers are having a misunderstanding and I need a team to help stop the rogue ones.” Tony briefly explained the situation.

“Steve isn’t rogue.” You argued.

“What do you say, Spiderling?”

“It’s Spiderman.” Peter corrected. You turned to face your boyfriend.

“Peter, don’t do this. You could get seriously hurt.” You begged and he seemed to be torn.

“I use my powers to help people, Y/N. If Mr. Stark needs my help, then I should help.” He said.

“Dad, if Peter goes, then I go.” You stated.

“What?” Both men exclaimed.

“No, you’re not allowed to-”

“Dad, you made me an Iron Man suit. I’ll be safe. Plus, Natasha has been my instructor.” You tried to reason, “Peter hasn’t had that sort of training and we can’t just throw him into this.”

“I do have super strength though.” Peter said.

“Fine, you can both go.” Tony sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Thank you, dad!” You smiled, hugging him. It made you feel better knowing Peter wouldn’t be alone out there in Germany.

“Come on, Y/N. We’re in charge of dinner tonight.” Tony said, putting an arm around your shoulders to pull you out of the room.

“Dad.” You whined, ducking out of his arm, “Go get the car started. I’ll be down in a minute.”

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to.” Tony glared at Peter from across the room. Tony left the apartment, leaving you and Peter. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he put his on your waist.

“I’m sorry you had to meet him like that. That’s why I tried to leave with the migraine.” You explained.

“It’s fine. He didn’t kill me. I’m sorry you had to find out that way.” He said, referring to his secret identity.

“It’s not unusual anymore.” You replied.

“What was the whole Petra thing?”

“Oh that.” You laughed lightly, “Well my dad is very disapproving of me spending time with boys, so I told him I was spending time with my friend, Petra. It was the first thing that popped in my head.”

“Really? So I’m Petra now?” Peter chuckled, “I prefer Peter.”

“Me too.” You said, as he leaned down to give you a kiss. “I have to get going.” you mumbled against his lips.

“Just one more minute.” He replied, kissing you fully. After a moment or two, he let you go, “See you later.”

“See ya.” You smiled, leaving the apartment.

#peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker x stark!reader #peter parker x you #peter parker imagine #peter parker one shot

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iliketowrite1996 · 4 years

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Blind Dates part 1 sneak peek

Sneak Peek Part 5/10 of Steve Rogers x Reader saga.

Part 1:https://iliketowrite1996.tumblr.com/post/614617294578089984/his-best-girl

Part 2: https://iliketowrite1996.tumblr.com/post/614969499334197248/meet-the-music-teacher

Part 3: https://iliketowrite1996.tumblr.com/post/616114724817584128/lunch-buddies

Part 4:https://iliketowrite1996.tumblr.com/post/616328582794493952/why-not

TRIGGER WARNINGS AND THEMES- Blind dates, mentions of loved ones dying, angst, mention of death of parent

‘’No, DeShawn. You are not going to see any robot butlers.’’

‘’But he is Tony Stark. He should have robot butlers!’’

Steve sighs and shakes his head good naturedly as he and the children wait for Pepper or Tony to come open the door.

It’s Saturday evening, around 5 o’clock, and Steve, Jasmine and DeShawn have arrived at Tony Stark’s place or dinner while Deshawn’s mother goes on her date.

‘’Well, now that you mention it, I do have the blueprints for one of those in my lab.’’

The trio turn to see none other than Tony himself behind them, carrying a bag of groceries, with Peter Parker trailing behind him.

‘’Y-you’re Tony Stark,’’ DeShawn gapes.

Steve and Jasmine exchange a look and a smirk, knowing that DeShawn is meeting one of his personal heroes.

‘’Tony, good to see you. This is DeShawn. He’s spending the day with us while his mom goes on her date,’’ Steve explains as Tony shifts the bag to shake DeShawn’s hand.

‘’It’s nice to meet you, DeShawn. This is my intern, Peter Parker,’’ Tony introduces the teenage boy, who waves.

‘’Nice to meet you, DeShawn. Mr. Rogers, Jazzy, always good to see you. Jasmine, you’re wearing the new sweater you told me about.’’

‘’Mhm!,’’ Jasmine beams, examining the red and blue knit sweater beneath ehr open jacket.

‘’Awesome, we almost match,’’ Peter points to his red and blue sweatshirt.

‘’Oh,’’ DeShawn narrows his eyes a bit, ‘’So you’re Peter.’’

‘’Yes, Peter is my tutor,’’ Jasmine looks at DeShawn pointedly, silently reminding him about his agreement not to spoil the fact that she has a crush on Peter.

As if Peter doesn’t already know.

‘’I hope you don’t mind the extra house guest,’’ Steve speaks up as Tony moves past them to get to his door, unlocking it.

‘’Not at all. Pepper’s on her way. And we’ll get dinner started then. I just had to run to the store, and Peter tagged along. Besides, my goddaughter will be joining us,’’ Tony insists as they enter the house.

‘’Ah, so this was your plan to set me up.’’

‘’Can’t set you up if it’s just a friendly dinner gathering,’’ Tony shrugs, the others following him to the kitchen, ‘’Jazzy and DeShawn, would you mind setting the table? Peter, can you go get the sodas out of the garage?’’

‘’Sure thing, Mr. Stark,’’ Peter shrugs, taking the key to unlock the garage.

‘’Okay, Uncle Tony. Come on, DeShawn, I’ll show you where the silverware and plates are.’’

When Tony and Steve are left alone, Steve turns to Tony.

‘’You could have confirmed that she’ll be here tonight.’’

‘’I told you she was. You're just getting nervous. Suck it up, buttercup.’’

‘’Now you know who you sound like,’’ Steve chuckles,fondly removing Petra’s catch phrase.

‘’I know,’’ Tony grins gently, ‘’Listen. Are you really okay with me setting you up? Because if not, we can always-’’

‘’No, no. I’m fine. I... I’m ready to try again. My date Thursday was awful, but that doesn’t mean that this should be, too. Jazzy understands. I actually think she’s more for me dating than I even am. But she’s a prime factor in this, you know?’’

‘’I understand. Listen, Sharon is great with kids. I really think you’ll like her.’’

‘’I don’t make promises, but I’ll try. For Jazzy’s sake at least.’’

And Steve Rogers is a man of his word.

‘’Good. Now, let’s say we get dinner started so we actually don’t have to wait an hour after they get here to eat.’’

‘’That should be Pepper and Sharon now. She picked her up from work today,’’ Tony speaks as he places the last of the dinner on the table.

It’s quite a spread- spaghetti and meatballs (with vegetarian sauce for DeShawn), garlic bread, salad. Wine for the adults, soda for the kids, water for everybody.

‘’Can I get the door, Uncle Tony,’’ Jasmine questions, springing to the front door when he nods.

From where they are, Steve can hear her scream, ‘’Hi, Auntie Pepper!.’’

‘’Hey, honey! Where’s everybody at?’’

‘’In the dining room. DeShawn is here. It’s gonna freak him out seeing you outside of school, ‘’ Jasmine says, causing Steve, Tony and Peter to laugh as DeShawn face palms.

‘’Every day,’’ he sighs, shaking his head, reminding Steve of Bucky’s reactions to him when they were kids.

Speaking of which, Jasmine’s been begging to see her uncle and aunt. He really should set up a day.

‘’Hello, everyone,’’ Pepper enters, ‘’Sharon’s taking off her shoes.’’

‘’Tell her she doesn’t have to do that,’’ Tony rolls his eyes, ‘’Nobody else does.’’

‘’Now, Tony. You know Aunt Peggy literally taught both of us better than that.’’

Steve looks away from where DeShawn and Jasmine are thumb wrestling over who gets to have the biggest slice of cake to see a very familiar face.

‘’Hey you live across the hall from us,’’ he grins, glad to the woman who helped get into his apartment while he carried his sleeping daughter.

‘’You two know each other’’ Tony states.

‘’We do. Well, we met very briefly. He lives across the hall from me,’’ Sharon looks to Steve, ‘’It’s nice to meet you.’’

‘’Well, ten, introduce yourselves,’’ Tony gently nudges Steve towards the woman, who sticks out her hand as the other guests take their seats.

‘’I’m Sharon Carter.’’

‘’Steve Rogers,’’ Steve nods towards his daughter, ‘’That’s Jasmine Allen-Rogers, my daughter. And her best friend DeShawn.’’

‘’Hello. Peter, always a pleasure to see you,’’ Sharon sits across from Steve and Jasmine.

After hands are washed , prayers are said and drinks are poured, dinner conversation flows freely. Jasmine talks to Peter and DeShawn, Tony and Pepper converse amongst themselves, so Sharon and Steve are left speaking to each other.

‘’So, what do you do exactly,’’ Steve questions, handing her the bread basket.

‘’I’m a nurse,’’ Sharon informs him before thanking him, ‘’For the last seven years, eight in December. Tony tells me you’re a teacher.’’

‘’Yes, for over ten years now,’’ Steve speaks up, beginning to twirl some pasta on his fork, ‘’I started there about a year before Jazzy was born.’’

‘’And it is so nice to meet the infamous Jazzy,’’ Sharon grins brightly at the ten-year-old, ‘’Tony talks about you a lot.’’

‘’Uncle Tony says I’m his favorite ten-year-old,’’ Jasmine smiles.

‘’Tony says that you are very, very smart,’’ Sharon supplies, causing Steve to beam with pride as Jasmine thanks both Tony and Sharon.

‘’So you had to work today,’’ Steve questions, ‘’I mean, you obviously did. I guess I’m asking how work went.’’

‘’Well, I work as a nurse, so… there’s never a boring day. I imagine that I can say the same for you as a teacher?’’

‘’You could,’’ Steve agrees wholeheartedly, ‘’There never is a dull moment. What made you decide to become a nurse?’’

Dinner continues with pleasant conversation and laughter. As dessert is being cut by Pepper, Sharon and Steve clear the table.

‘’Your daughter is beautiful. So smart and funny, too,’’ Sharon tells Steve as they place the dinner dishes in Tony’s sink.

‘’Thank you so much, I appreciate it.’’

‘’Is DeShawn your son?’’

‘’’Oh, no, but his mother is a good friend of mine. I’m watching DeShawn while his mother is out for the evening,’’ Steve runs hot water to make dish water, ‘’Normally Jazzy would still be with her aunt- she spends the night over there on Friday’s and comes back on Saturday. But I have her today because, well, she wasn’t going to miss a chance to see Peter. And she just really wanted to spend time with me.’’

‘’You seem like a good dad,’’ Sharon nods understandingly, ‘’It’s clear that you two adore each other.’’

‘’She’s the apple of my eye,’’ Steve runs a hand over his head, ‘’And... you now , being her only parent…’’

‘’Tony told me about your wife. If you ever need to talk, we can,’’ Sharon gently touches Steve’s hand, ‘’Listen, I know what Tony is trying to do. I don't want you to feel pressured. I know that you think about Jasmine first.’’

Sharon is the first woman that has encouraged putting Jasmine first, and encourages him to do so. She’s smart, she’s kind, she’s beautiful.

And maybe that’s why Steve finds himself driving DeShawn and Jasmine back to his apartment with a smile on his face, excited for his date with Ms. Sharon Carter next Friday.

The next week comes, and everything goes normally. Steve makes sure that Jasmine practices for the fall concert next week, and Peter comes to tutor her on Monday and Wednesday. She gets a D on her next math test, and it's a small improvement, but Steve knows she’ll do better.

He continues to spend time with you, balancing a friendly work relationship while also trying to choke back his ever-growing attraction to you.

Friday, Steve finds himself closing the door to his car that he oh so rarely uses, going around to the other side so that he can drive to the restatuent.

‘’You look beautiful,’’ Steve tells her, glancing sideways at the long sleeved, black dress that Sharon’s waiting for in the evening.

‘’Thank you. You look very handsome,’’ Sharon chuckles, ‘’Stop being so generous, Steve.’’

‘’I just haven’t been on a date in a while that hasn’t had me regretting agreeing within the first fifteen minutes..’’

‘’Well, it’s only been about 9 and a half ,itunes, so let’s just see where this night takes us.’’

Steve laughs- genuinely laughs- at this, and, for the first time, he’s not so worried about what will happen next.

The two arrive at the restaurant, and it’s nice. Steve got the recommendation for Tony, who is friends with the chef. Now that they’re sitting at the table, Steve is lookingat the prices…

And he’s ever so grateful for the $20 that he knows Tony tried to surreptitiously slip into his wallet last weekend.

‘’So, how was your week,’’ Sharon ask later after they’ve ordered and their water is being delivered, ‘’Thank you.’’

‘’Thank you. Uh, it went well. I mean, Jasmine’s not allowed to go to glee practice until she brings her grades up. And that’s harsh, I guess, but grades are more important and it will motivate her, I hope.’’

‘’She might not appreciate it now, but she will one day. My parents were hard on me,and look how well I turn out,’’ Sharon exaggeratedly flips her hair.

‘’You are pretty great,’’ Steve takes her hand, squeezing gently, ‘’I am so glad that you agreed to go out with me this evening.’’

‘’How could I say ‘no’ to those eyes,’’ Sharon smirks, watching Steve’s face turn pink.

‘’Don’t do that.’’

‘’Why? It’s cute,’’ Sharon shrugs, and teve laughs nervously.

‘’Sorry. I’m trying here,’’Steve fixes huis collar, ‘’I haven’t really liked someone this much in a while.’’

Well, okay, that’s a lie. But, as you made it clear in your conversation this week, you're busy.

And why chase after something with you that doesn’t exist?

‘’And you’re doing well. Just relax, Steve. It’s fine,’’ Sharon gently takes his hand once more, rubbing her thumb along the back of it.

Steve does this, too…

Even if only for a minute, Steve relaxes and allows himself to enjoy his date.

But it’s the first time that he’s done that in over ten years.

And maybe it’s just what he needs.

‘’I had a great time tonight, Steve,’’ Sharon remarks as she leans against her doorway.

‘’I did, too. Would you… Do you want to maybe go out next Friday?’’

‘’I would, but my friend asked me to go with him to the Fireman’s Ball. Saturday?’’

‘’Jazzy’s recital is then and I promised I’d take her out to eat afterwards. Sunday?’’

‘’I work a double shift. Listen… I usually go to my aunt Peggy’s for Sunday dinner but she’s visiting her grandkids. How about you and Jasmine come over for dinner?’’

‘’I think he’d like that. Sounds like a plan. Well, good night,’’ Steve offers a hand for her to shake.

‘’Good night, Steve,’’ sharon smiles a bit disappointedly, half expecting a goodnight kiss.

‘’Sharon, is it alright if I kiss you?’’

So Steve leans in, Sharon’s eyes close, and…

He kisses her on the cheek.

And he doesn't know why, because He had every intention of kissing her on the lips. But he didn’t.

‘’I’m sorry, I-’’

‘’Don’t apologize, Steve. We can… if you decide that you’re interested, let’s take it slow. But for now, we can be just friends.’’

‘’Just friends. Thank you. Oh, uh, a better get into my apartment. Jazzy’s plans for the weekend fell through so I had to find a babysitter. I’ll see you on Sunday for dinner.’’

‘’See you Sunday, Steve. Good night.’’

‘’Good night.’’

And, after calling to check on Jasmine, changing into pajamas, grading some art, brushing his teeth and heading to bed…

Steve decides that it is.

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