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Christmas Revelations (Sirius Black x Reader)

Pairing: Young!Sirius Black x Reader

Word Count: 900

Warning: Nah

Summary: You and Sirius have a run-in while both at Hogwarts for the holidays (Non-house specific Reader).

It was Christmas at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and most of all the students had gone home a few days prior for the holidays. The halls of Hogwarts were barren and quiet, an unfamiliar yet somewhat refreshing change to their usual hustle and bustle. 

If one listened closely, they could hear the low sound of Christmas music radiating from the kitchen, intriguing even the grumpiest of scrooges. The intoxicating aromas of gingerbread and sugar seemed to spread throughout the surrounding hallways in waves.

Sirius Black, a student who would rather jump headfirst into the Black Lake in the freezing water than go home for the holidays, was wandering the halls when he smelled the distinct smell of gingerbread. Following the smell, it brought him to the ‘secret’ entrance to the kitchens. He had been there many times before, especially after discovering the entrance back in third year thanks to the Marauders Map.

Thinking the house elves were whipping up some things for the small Christmas feast later that day, he found himself tickling the pear of a nearby painting, the entrance to the kitchens swinging open. What he walked into was a scene he was not expecting.

You sat on one of the countertops, legs crossed, tapping along to the beat of the music. A bowl of batter sat in your lap, mixing it intensely while the oven ticked beside you. House elves moved around you, preparing various other foods, not caring at all that you were there. He watched you for a few moments as you hummed along to the song, spinning around on the countertop and grabbing a baking tray. As you turned to grab a spoon, you finally spotted him, silently watching from the doorway.

“Oh crap,” you exclaimed, his figure scaring you half to death as you practically fell off the counter. All the house elves stopped what they were doing to look at you before following your gaze to Sirius. They narrowed their eyes at him, knowing that the young Sirius Black usually came and went without a word, taking any type of food he wanted.

“I didn’t mean to scare you,” he said, moving farther into the kitchen. You said nothing as you brushed off your shirt, extra flour covering it in your fright.

“Is Mr. Black bothering you ma’am,” A house elf nearby asked, causing you to laugh at Sirius’s shocked expression.

“No Pokie, it’s quite alright. And what did I tell you about calling me ma’am,” you said teasingly, the house elf giving a sheepish smile before scuttering away. All the other house elves got back to work at once as you chuckled to yourself, your gaze moving up to reach Sirius’s.

Of course, you knew of Sirius Black. You had interacted with him a few times, being in the same various classes over the years, but nothing prolonged. He was handsome, that was for sure. And as he stood there, slightly dumbfounded at the scene around him, you couldn’t help but smile.

Sirius knew he had seen you before, but couldn’t quite remember a time when you had talked. He had never really had a reason to talk to you, until now. Right now, you had flour across your forehead in a line, as if you had wiped your fingers across it on accident. Your hair was up and out of your face, a few stray strands making their way into your eyes. You were in casual clothing, but Sirius couldn’t deny it, he found himself smitten.

“You know all of them?” He asked after a few seconds, fully walking into the room now, looking down at the cookies you were making.

“The elves?” you asked, him nodding his response.

“Yeah, I come here a lot on my free time, especially during the holidays when no one is really around. The castle can get pretty boring,” you said, the oven beeping behind you. You quickly shut it off, squeezing past Sirius to grab the oven mitts. His hands gently went to your waist as you slipped by, causing a blush to raise on your cheeks. You were quick to slip them on and open the oven, the heat of the oven hiding your flushed cheeks.

“Why didn’t you go home for the holidays?” He asked inquisitively.

“Why didn’t you?” You asked back, raising your eyebrows, gently lifting the cookies off the tray with a spatula.

“Touché,” he said with a laugh, jumping up onto the counter you were previously on, “Would you believe me if I said I have crazy parents that practically want to disown me?”

You stopped what you were doing to look up at him, his gray eyes looking straight into yours. His practically neutral expression hid a hint of sadness, a hint only one would notice if they had it too. 

“Would you believe me if I said the same?” You asked seriously, both hands against the counter. Sirius blinked a few times before raising his hand up, tilting his head towards it as if he wanted you to grasp it. You placed your hand in his as he moved it up and down, shaking it.

“Hi, I’m Sirius Black, and I would very much like to get to know you better.”

A/N: MERRY CHRISTMAS!!

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Snowed In (Avengers x Reader)

Pairing: Family!Avengers x Reader

Word Count: 1.2K

Warnings: Nah not really. Some sadness.

Summary: You get snowed in at Avengers tower on Christmas Eve, the Avengers want to cheer you up.

Your eyes scanned your bedroom one final time before slinging your duffle bag over your shoulder. Making sure to double check that you hadn’t forgotten anything, you closed the door to your room in Avengers tower and began the descent in the nearest elevator.

You couldn’t help but smile as the elevators speakers softly played Christmas music, a request Tony finally gave into after the fourth time of you asking. Humming along to the tune, you tapped your foot happily to the beat. You were definitely the driving force of the Christmas spirit around the Avengers. Showing up to the tower with a twelve foot Christmas tree? You. Baking gingerbread cookies consistently in the kitchen to make the whole tower smell of Christmas? Also you. Playing the tacky Hallmark Christmas movies and forcing the others to watch them with you, snuggled up with fuzzy blankets and hot chocolate? All you.

You absolutely loved Christmas, and getting to spend the few weeks leading up to the holiday with the people who basically became your second family was amazing. But now it was Christmas Eve, and you were flying home to spend it with your actual family. You hadn’t had the chance to see them since last Christmas. I mean, being an Avenger was a handful sometimes.

Stepping out of the elevator on the ground floor, you could swear you could already smell your moms freshly baked pies, or hear one of your cousins running around with a brand new toy Santa had brought them.

“You have everything kid?” You heard from behind you, turning around to be met with Tony who was carrying a few papers. It was so like Tony to be working even so close to Christmas.

“I think so,” you said, looking at your duffle bag one more time. Tony nodded, beginning your walk through the pretty empty main lobby of the tower, most workers already being on vacation for the holidays. Making small talk with Tony, whether you had your passport and what time your flight landed, you suddenly felt your heart feel as though it had suddenly hit the ground. 

“No...no, no, no, no!” You exclaimed as you ran up to the giant windows that encompassed the front of Avengers tower, staring down at the white snow that plastered the ground and the heavy flakes descending for the sky.

“Friday, weather report,” you heard Tony say, your duffle bag sliding off your shoulder and hitting the ground as you blinked in disbelief at the snowy scene in front of you.

“Sir, it seems as if we are now under a winter weather warning for the next twenty-four to forty-eight hours,” you heard the robotic voice of Friday say over the speakers.

“Flights leaving JFK?” Tony asked.

“Delayed until further notice Sir.”

You stood facing the window, watching the snow that you usually loved so much, rain down into the city street, covering everything.

“I’m real sorry kid,” Tony said, placing a hand on your shoulder. You shook your head, letting out a sarcastic laugh.

“It’s um, it’s fine. Um, I’m just going to go back upstairs,” you said, picking up your bag and swallowing harshly, “I’m all good.” You nodded once again, knowing deep down you were trying to reassure yourself more than anything. Tony watched you go, watched you bring your hand up to your face as you walked away from him, as if you were wiping a tear away.

He wore a stoic expression, but within seconds was heading towards the elevator himself, “Friday, notify every member of the Avengers within the tower other than (Y/N), group meeting on the fifth floor.”

______

The slight buzz of slow christmas music left the speakers of your phone as it sat on your nightstand. You were cuddled up in bed, lights off, hugging a pillow close to your chest. You faced the window in your room, watching the flakes of white cascade down from above into the nightlife down below. In between the soft music playing, you heard your door creek open slowly.

“Hey Kiddo,” you heard Steve’s voice echo through your room, feeling his body weigh down the side of your bed. You mumbled back in response, eyes not leaving the window.

“Want to come down and watch a movie?” He asked, causing you to turn around and face him.

“Sorry Steve, I’m not really in the mood,” you said, trying hard to put on a neutral expression, but ultimately failing.

“It’s Christmas Eve, you’re not spending it alone in your room,” Steve said lowly, causing you to squint at him. You knew Steve, and when he put his mind to something, he wouldn’t give up.

“I’m also not leaving until you come” he added, causing you to groan.

“Fine...but I’m bringing my blanket” you said, rolling off your bed, blanket still wrapped around you like a cocoon.

“Deal,” he chuckled, watching you waddle out of your room, closing the door behind him. The entire elevator ride down, Steve wore a tiny smile that honestly freaked you out a little bit. What was he up to? It’s almost as if the world had heard your question, because as the elevator door opened, you couldn’t help the shock that rippled across your face.

The entire main living room area had been completely transformed for Christmas. A roaring fire sat underneath the widescreen TV, multiple stockings hanging on the mantle. Presents were littered underneath the tree, varying in shapes and sizes. On the countertops sat multiple baked goods and hot chocolate to match, while strings of lights connected every wall. Their were even homemade snowflake cutouts that looked to be taped to the walls.

The rest of the Avengers squad sat littered throughout the living room, all watching for your reaction. It was silent for a few moments, before tears started spilling down your face.

“Oh god, she is crying. She hates it. Quick, get rid of it,” Thor’s voice boomed, slamming his arm across some cups of hot chocolate and sending them flying through the air.

“No no, you big oaf, she’s crying because she’s happy...I think?” you heard Bucky say uncertaintly.

“You guys,” you trailed off, feeling your chest well up with emotions. They had done this all for you. Every single one of them.

Steve being the closest to you got the first bone-crushing hug, the tears still freely falling down your face. As you made your rounds, mumbling thank you and after thank you, you eventually got to Tony.

“I know you did this,” you said, a huge smile coming across your face.

“I did not, it was a group effort,” Tony said nonchalantly, but you shook your head.

“Nope, you did this,” you said, opening your arms wide open. Tony’s eyes grew a bit as you wrapped your arms around his torso, his entire body tensing at first, but eventually relaxing and hugging you back. As he looked from the ridiculously decorated room down to the person hugging him, he realized how grateful he was to have such a great family around him for the holidays.

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Ink Pt. 5 (Peter Parker x Reader)

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 1.6K

Warnings: Heights? 

Summary: Soulmate AU where everything you write or draw on your skin appears on your soulmate too.

Part 1  …  Part 2  … Part 3  …  Part 4  … Part 5  ...  Part 6 (Coming Soon)

As Peter swung in-between the tall skyscrapers of the city, he couldn’t ignore the feeling in his chest. The all-too-familiar tug that he had grown so accustomed to was gone, instead, being replaced by a warmth sensation, as if there was a tiny fire ablaze within him. It wasn’t burning or scalding, but a comfortable warmth that seemed to spread as the seconds went by.

Your eyes were shut tight, instead, trying to focus on the shaky breaths that escaped your mouth. Had it not been for this intense focus, or the weight within your chest that seemed to make it impossible to breathe normally, you may have also felt this warmth.

You had no idea how long it took, but before you knew it, you felt your feet softly touch solid ground again, the arm snaked around your waist never leaving. Your arms were wrapped around the suited superhero’s neck, your head becoming buried in his neck sometime throughout the journey.

“It’s okay now, you’re okay,” the voice said, you’re eyes peering open gradually to see nothing but blue sky and red spandex. Your arms slowly released from around his neck, coming down to your sides as your feet firmly planted on the ground. Looking around you, you realized you were completely surrounded by blue sky, a rare sight living in a big city. It was then that you realized where you were, the roof of a giant building. 

“I didn’t know if you were afraid of heights, but I wanted to get you somewhere quiet quickly, and I didn’t think you would want to be around other people right now because of, well you know. If this isn’t okay, I’ll bring you somewhere else, I just...well, I come up here a lot when I need to think and relax so I thought maybe you would like it too? Maybe it was a stupid idea, just let me know, I can take you somewhere else. Anywhere else. I know this really good-” 

You raised your hand to stop him, not trusting your voice to not come out shaky, as the superhero stopped mid sentence. While he had been rambling, he had let go of your waist, both his hands out to make sure you had the strength to stand on your own.

“Are you sure? Cause I totally didn’t even ask, and I really should have. I know my friend really doesn’t like heights and a lot of people don’t so I probably shouldn’t have brought a person already under high stress on top of one of the tallest buildings in New York City-”

His rambling completely threw you off, expecting a super hero to be confident and mysterious, maybe only muttering a word or two. But here Spider-Man was, hand rubbing the back of his neck as his paced in front of where you stood, talking nonstop as if his life depended on it. Minutes went by as you zoned out on his talking, your breath regulating and heartbeat settling down to its normal beats per minute.

“-and then I accidentally crashed into this pizza store, but it was a total accident I swear. But the owner got mad anyways and threw a whole pineapple pizza at me. And I mean, if your gunna waste a whole pizza, it might as well be a pineapple pizza right? I don’t really-”

“You sure do talk a lot,” you finally spoke, causing the masked hero to freeze. His shielded eyes met yours, sending a shiver down your spine that you blamed on the slight breeze that was met from being so high in the air.

“I um..yeah?” He said, causing you to laugh at the situation at hand. A true genuine laugh. Here you were, on the top of a skyscraper, with THE Spider-Man as he rambled on about anything and everything? You could have never imagined this was how your day would go when you woke up this morning. This morning all you wanted to do was go to a museum and talk to...Peter.

You looked down at your arm, expecting his words to be there. He was never one to not answer you. The most time you had ever waited for a response was six minutes (not that you counted or anything). Yet here you were, looking down at your own scared words that you had wrote in hopes of him saying something, anything, to comfort you in that scary situation.

Peter looked at you through his suit’s eyes, scanning you for any injuries you may have gotten from the robbery. Other than a slight bruise on your temple, you were completely unharmed. Yet as he watched you cross your arms over your chest, he could tell something was still wrong.

“Are...you okay?” He spoke, taking a step closer.

“Yeah,” you said, glancing one last time at your arm before looking up at him, “Thanks though, for saving my life and everything.”

“No problem. Anytime,” he said, observing you as you took a few steps to look down across the city skyline. It was around mid-afternoon now, and the sun was shining down on you in such a way that made Peter’s hands get clammy.

You were absolutely beautiful. Now that your life was no longer in danger and he wasn’t distracted with his nerves, he finally got to really take a look at you. Right now, with the slight breeze running through your hair and the sun glistening in your eyes, Peter could confidently say that he had never seen something so breathtaking in his entire life.

He craved to reach out to you, maybe take your hand or brush a stray hair behind your ear. He yearned for any sort of physical contact to feel that you were real and to comfort you. But there was one problem. You didn’t know he was your soulmate. All you knew was your soulmate was Peter from Queens, and right now, decked in red and blue from head to toe, he couldn’t look any less like Peter.

He wondered if you felt it, felt anything towards him now, even with the suit on. He begged for you to ask him, mention a tingle or even a familiarity. He wanted to tell you, to rip off his mask and yell to anyone that could hear that he was your soulmate. But his hands remained at his sides.

He wanted you to meet him as him. As Peter. He felt selfish thinking this way. Maybe even guilty. But as he watched you look down at your arm, like he had done so many times before, he realized what he felt.

Fear. Fear that you would find out your soulmate was Spider-Man and run for the hills. Fear for your safety, that you would be put into more situations like today, your life on the line. Fear that maybe he wouldn’t be quick enough next time. And under all that, was the fear any normal teenage boy would have. Fear of rejection from the person he really liked. 

“Do you know about soulmates?” you asked, snapping Peter out of his negative thoughts. You sat down near the edge of the roof, your eyes never leaving the skyline. Peter heard the small, almost inaudible, whistle as is eyes on the mask grew in size, mimicked his shocked expression underneath.

“Um yeah, yeah of course,” he said, trying his best to come across cool and collected, but ultimately failing.

“I don’t know if you have one, can superheroes have soulmates? Anyways, I don’t mean to pry cause it’s a super personal thing to talk about. But I have to wonder sometimes, how the universe even decides who is perfect for each other,” you said, raising your knees up to your chest, your head leaning on them as you dreamily looked across the city you had lived in your whole life.

“I mean, how could your fate be decided before you could even meet the person? I know its a normal thing, to have a soulmate. But if you step back for a second, its crazy to be so attached to a person, to feel so close to them, before even meeting face to face,” you said, Peter coming beside you and taking a seat on the hard concrete.

“I have to believe that the universe has a way of finding two people that compliment each other and who accept each other for who they truly are,” Peter said, making you tear your eyes away from the buzzing of the busy city, and instead, towards the masked boy in front of you. Nodding in response, you couldn’t help the tingle you felt as you processed his words.

The two of you sat in silence for a few minutes, the only sound coming from the traffic way down below. As a few birds flew overhead, and Peter snuck a few more glances at you, he felt at peace.

“I should probably be getting home. My parents have probably heard about the robbery and are freaking out. My phone is still back at the museum,” you trailed off, completely ignoring the feeling in your gut screaming that you wanted to stay.

“Oh yeah, of course. And by the way, superheroes can have soulmates,” Peter said, standing up and offering you a hand. A smile grew on your face as you happily took his hand, being pulled up with ease.

“Have you met them yet?” You asked, observing the way his mask shifted as you could only assume whoever underneath it was smiling.

“Yes,” he said, causing you to nod your head, happy that at least someone was happy with their soulmate.

“And they are everything you wanted them to be?” You asked, wrapping your hands around his neck once more, this time clinging onto his back as he shot a web at a nearby building.

“Everything and more”

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Dating Derek would include...

Pairing: Derek Hale x Reader

The two of you being stubborn as hell about your feelings at first

So much sexual tension its insane

Longing glances and lip biting

One day it overflows and suddenly ya’ll are making out in his loft

Afterwards Derek tries to push you away, but you don’t let him

Him completely opening up to you

Everyone being ~shook~ when he drops you off at school/work the next morning in his Camaro 

Lots of eye rolling

Glaring at any other guy that would look in your direction

When he was truly jealous though, he would get super quiet and reserved

Reassuring him that he is all you ever wanted

“Babe”

Being protective af over each other

Standing up to literally anyone you felt threatened Derek

You punched Peter straight in the face once

...Maybe three times

Not a lot of serious PDA

But when you two are alone? Oh lord

Derek being a romantic fool

“You know, you’re the best thing thats ever happened to me?”

He loves to cuddle

Lets not lie, sex literally anywhere and everywhere

98% of the time, he is the big spoon

Lazy days where you two would lounge around the loft in your pajamas

Neck kisses

You being the only one who could calm him down

“Hey (Y/N)...can you go talk to Derek, he’s giving me that murderous stare. You know the one”

The pack basically going to you anytime they need advice

Pack mom™

You and Derek being that badass couple that everyone looks up to

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Ink Pt. 4 (Peter Parker x Reader)

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 1.5K

Warnings: Guns, violence, panic attack like symptoms

Summary: Soulmate AU where everything you write or draw on your skin appears on your soulmate too.

Part 1  …  Part 2  … Part 3  …  Part 4  ...  Part 5

Peter sat perched at the top of a nearby building, observing the chaotic scene around him. The first thing he heard were the multiple sirens as the police cars sped down the street down below. The second thing he heard were the screams of people as they ran down the steps of the MET entrance, some crying while others clutched onto their loved ones. 

“Hostage situation, they have at least eight,” he heard one cop say to his partner as they both exited their cars, running towards the line of cops that littered the street. Peter felt his stomach drop and he was suddenly overcome with a feeling as if he were going to be sick. That tugging pulling feeling had completely encompassed him, but instead of the usual direction, it was tugging him down, down towards were the huge MET building sat, alarms blaring and lights flashing.

As if he needed any other confirmation, he felt the all too familiar tingling sensation run up his arm. Peter hoped and prayed that you were in a particular mood for some modern art and you had decided to go to an entirely different museum all together. He hoped that this stupid tugging feeling was all wrong, that all of this was one big coincidence. But as he pulled his suit over his shoulder to allow himself to free his left arm, his blood ran cold.

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Peter’s eyes scanned the interrupted sentence, the ink trailing a line down his arm as if the pen had skipped across his skin quickly. Your letters lacked their usual shape, your handwriting appearing jagged and rushed. His heart nearly skipped a beat. Before he could make any calculated decisions, he found himself already soaring through the air, having jumped off the building. Midair, he shot a web towards the building’s roof, all while sticking his left arm back in his suit and slapping it back against his shoulder.

Peter didn’t hear the many pedestrians down below, all who had gasped and pointed about THE spider man being here. Nor did he hear the shouts from the police, telling him this was their job, not his. All he knew is that he needed to get inside no matter what, and the other things around him didn’t matter.

He ran along the roof as fast as he could, heading in the direction that the tug felt the strongest. It felt as if he were a rubber band, the tension being stronger the farther he was away, but as he ran in the right direction, he could slowly feel the tension becoming weaker.

Soon enough, the tugging no longer came from a cardinal direction, but rather, from down below, as if it wanted Peter to tunnel into the ground. It was right below him. You. You were right below him.

Breath now staggered from running, he jogged to the closest edge of the building, looking below to spot a window. Without hesitation, he shot a web were he had been standing and leaned down, repelling towards the window. Kicking off hard against the stone building, he gained enough momentum to crash through the window, somersaulting into the room.

Peter’s eyes flashed around the exhibit, assessing the multiple threats that were scattered around the room. Within a few seconds he had webbed the guns out of the crooks hands, not wanting them to have any time to shoot him or any one of the hostages. He shot extra webs near the mens feet, effectively trapping them in place.

As he flung his wrist towards the last man, fully intending to do the same to him, Peter found himself completely frozen on the spot. His eyes followed down the mans arm, over his gun, and to the face that was held in place at gunpoint. The room around Peter seemed to blur as he focused on the tear-stained cheeks and misty eyes of the person in front of him. His heart practically broke at the sight, instinctively stepping forward to comfort them.

“Get back!” The man yelled, snapping Peter out of his trance-like state. The man pulled you up by the hair, wrapping his arm around your neck, the gun never leaving the skin of your temple.

“Whoa now,” Peter said, raising his hands in the air, trying to keep his voice steady and not show the real fear that occupied every single part of his body. The man started to back up towards the exit, dragging you along with him. Peter felt powerless as he watched the mans arm around you, fear of shooting a web that might make him pull the trigger. Sure his webs were fast, but so were bullets.

His eyes kept making the loop from your eyes, to the mans arm, to the gun in his hand, trying to process the best course of action. If he had not been making this loop, he may not have noticed your finger waving in front of the mans arm that had you in a chokehold. As soon as he saw your finger, he looked back up to your face, your eyes seemingly burning into his.

Had it not been for the dire circumstance at hand, Peter surely would have melted. Peter had pictured your eyes filled with love the first time you guys met, but instead, they were filled with fear and panic. He saw your eyes flicker down to your own finger multiple times before giving a tiny nod, a nod so small Peter almost missed it, even with his Spidey senses.

He saw you put up three fingers, the man tightening his grip on your throat, causing you to close your eyes in pain. Two fingers, the man yelling more orders and pushing the gun into your temple harder. One finger, your heels scrapping against the floor as he pulled your into the doorway.

You brought your arm up swiftly, pushing back with as much force as you could muster, elbowing the man in the side. At the same time, you ducked, tucking your head into your chest, the mans arm slipping over your head, the metallic coolness of the pistol leaving your forehead for a split second before you heard the whoosh of something buzzing right past your face.

You felt the mans entire grip leave you, allowing you to drop your entire body weight to the floor, landing on your knees. On all fours, you looked behind you to see the man stuck to the doorframe, encompassed in a giant spider web.

You let out a big shaky breath you weren't even aware you were holding, looking down at the marble flooring while trying to normalize your breathing. You were alive. It was fine. You are going to be okay. The more you tried to calm yourself down, the more the reality of the situation caught up to you, and the more staggered your breaths became. You felt more tears well up in your eyes, the feeling of bricks stacking up within your chest.

“Hey, hey, it’s going to be okay,” you heard from above you, but the voice sounded as if they were underwater. You felt a hand on your shoulder, your body involuntarily cringing away from the contact. Around you, people were rushing into the room, police uniforms helping up the other hostages and gathering around the men trapped in webs.

“I...I...need air,” You managed to croak out, gathering enough strength to look up to be met with a face covered in a red mask. He got down on one knee, bringing his face down to your level. He raised his hand out slowly to you, his mask eyes becoming slightly bigger, as if softening.

“I need you to trust me,” the voice pleaded, sounding in pain. The only thing you wanted to do right now was to be away from the alarms, the screaming, the pounding of feet as people ran in and out of the room. Every sound was amplified and it was deafening. You needed to get out of here.

A few more heavy breaths escaped your mouth before you nodded, reaching a shaky hand out and grasping onto the suited superhero’s hand. His hand was warm, and instantly seemed to calm your nerves, if only a little. With a little nod of his masked face, he brought you a few feet to the right, looking up towards the window he had entered through, which now was basically a gaping hole in the wall. 

“Hold on tight, okay?” He asked, his voice soft and smooth. Without a word, you grasped onto his frame, your arms reaching around him and grasping over his shoulder. His one arm snaked around your waist, holding it firmly, before his other arm shot straight up, a web escaping his wrist and attaching to the windows edge.

You felt your feet lift from the ground, burying your head in the spandex of his shoulder. You heard the distinctive high pitch swish of his web shooters a few more times as your body was hit by wind, and soon enough the sirens and alarms started to fade.

A/N: Ahhh they met...kinda <3 Next chapter should be interesting ;)

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YOU NEED TO WRITE PART 4 TO INK I JUST READ IT AND I’M D E A D I CANNOT HANDLE IT OH MY GOD PLEASE

I am so sorry it has taken so long! Life has been pretty hectic. It is almost done though, and part 4 will be up most likely tomorrow, if not the next day.

ALSO, if you have sent in a request, I am currently working on a bunch of them! 

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Holy shit man. Ink. I just read through it. How you gonna leave me like that.

forgive me? <3

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Mate, you really fucked me up with Ink, but like, thank you? It's so bloody good and so gripping! I can't wait for part 4, you are an excellent writer! Love from Spain💛

Ahhhhh omg you guys make me blush. For real, you guys are the actual best? <3

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HIIIIIIIII i'm new here but i just finished the newest part of ink and i am in LOVE with it!! i'm a sucker for peter parker imagines but i just really love the way you write his personality and the violence at the end of part3. keep up the amazing work!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! can't wait for part 4!!

Oh my god, thank you so much! Thanks for taking the time to read my work, I really appreciate it! <3

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Ink Pt. 3 (Peter Parker x Reader)

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 1.7K

Warnings: Guns, violence, realized I used a lot of New York lingo so MET=Metropolitan Museum of Art and MoMA is Museum of Modern Art (can you tell I’m from NY lol)

Summary: Soulmate AU where everything you write or draw on your skin appears on your soulmate too

Part 1  …  Part 2  …  Part 3  ...  Part 4

What are your plans on this wonderful Saturday?

It was around ten in the morning and Peter sat at his kitchen table, spoonful of cereal in his mouth as he read the words sprawled on his arm. He took the pen that was currently tucked behind his ear and scribbled back to you.

Probably sleep some more, you?

Peter couldn’t help the yawn that escaped his mouth as he waited for your response. Ten was pretty early for Peter, usually he took the weekends to catch up on the very much needed sleep he lost throughout the week from swinging around New York City at all hours of the night.

I’m on the way to the MET or maybe the MoMA...haven’t quiet decided yet. The weather is great today P, go out and do something!

Peter smiled imagining you wandering around the various art museums and writing to him all about them. Peter felt an itch to get dressed and find himself at these museums, hoping to run into you and just know. Know it was you, that you were the one. But, would he know? Would he feel something? Anything? Or would he have to look around on people’s arms like a crazy person, hoping to see his own handwriting?

“Alright, spill,” Peter heard from behind him, causing him to choke on his cereal and pull his shirt down over his arm quickly. Turning around he was met by the face of his Aunt May, who by the looks of it, had also just woken up. While Peter continued to cough and catch his breath, she walked over to the coffee machine and poured herself a cup. Once Peter had calmed down, she took a sip of her coffee, her eyebrows raising over the brim.

“About what?” Peter questioned, his voice cracking slightly.

“Oh Peter please, you are not very subtle. I���ve been waiting for you to come to me but at this rate, who knows when that’ll be,” May said, raising her hands in the air in despair before placing a few slices of bread into the toaster. Peter continued to look at her in bewilderment causing May to chuckle a bit.

“Peter, no one smiles like a doofus while looking at their own arm. Plus, the amount of pens you have been leaving around the apartment is getting out of hand, I found one in the fridge the other day,” May said, Peter’s cheeks tinging pink, “so spill.”

“So...theres a distinct possibility...that I may have found out I have a soulmate?” Peter said, causing May to let out a small yell and embrace her nephew in a hug. Of course she had speculated and figured it out herself, but hearing her nephew say it out loud made it real, and she couldn’t be happier for him.

“So, tell me all about them,” May said excitedly, grabbing her toast and sitting down next to Peter at the table.

“Well I haven’t exactly...met them yet,” Peter said slowly, his arm stinging slightly as his aunt slapped him on the shoulder.

“And why the hell not?” May asked, looking at him over her glasses, staring him down.

“It’s complicated,” Peter mumbled, rubbing his arm. After getting a small lecture from May, mostly consisting of May calling Peter various forms of the word idiot, Peter retreated to his bedroom where he plopped down on his bed, exhaling loudly.

He wanted to meet you in person, like, really wanted too. Every day that went by, he felt closer to you. But he could only get so close to you without actually meeting you. Talking to you face to face, with words spoken, not written. Hearing your voice, hearing your laugh, hearing you say his name.

As noon rolled around, Peter decided to listen to your advice and get out of the apartment for the day. He didn’t really have a plan in mind, but as he walked by the bus station, he had a longing to jump on the next bus to Manhattan. He tried to justify it by saying that Avengers Tower was there, of course he could go train a bit or maybe bug Mr. Stark to help him improve his web shooters. But he couldn’t deny the tugging he felt throughout his body that he knew was all due to you.

Every since he had discovered he had a soulmate, he couldn’t ignore the ever present pull he felt that always happened to face northwest, towards Manhattan. It was so slight that it was easy to ignore, easy to brush off and get on with his everyday life. But today, it felt different. It was more present, stronger. It was this pull that made him duck into the nearest alleyway, the one that made him pull out his Spidey suit out of his bag and strip down. Before the logical part of his brain could reason with him, he was already swinging in between the two buildings, making his way uptown.

It was a wonderful day in New York City. The temperature was just right, allowing you to comfortably walk through the streets without breaking a sweat or worry about being cold. You took a small stroll through Central Park before you found yourself at the MET stairs. No matter how many times you found yourself at the giant building, it was always different. You had spent many weekends wandering the halls of the art museum and you still found new things to look at every time.

After a few hours of wandering the halls, you found yourself in one of the newer exhibits, one showcasing various beautiful jewelry pieces from around the world. There were necklaces that cost more than triple a year’s rent of your apartment and bracelets that could pay for your entire college tuition. They were all so gorgeous and you leaned in closer to admire an emerald necklace that sparkled in the light. 

Suddenly, you heard a thud followed by a clang of metal, making you stand up straight and turn towards the doorway. The first thing you saw was the guard who had previously been leaning against the wall nonchalantly, slumped on the floor. The next thing you saw was the man standing over him, black mask covering his face. Panic set in as various things were yelled all at once. More men had entered the second, and only other, entrance to the room, all of them brandishing small black pistols.

“Everyone! On the floor now!” The main man yelled, pointing the gun at the closest person to him, which happened to be an elderly lady. As you fell to your knees, you tried to count the people in the room. There were at least four attackers in the room, and counting yourself, nine other people who were now all on the floor. Your breath hitched in your chest as a gunshot rang throughout the room, causing screams to erupt from the various people around you.

You peered around the display case you were crouched behind, hoping and praying that what you were about to see wasn’t a victim. Instead, all you saw was smashed glass, looking up to see that the man had shot the camera down. The men yelled for everyone to throw their phones into the middle of the room, which was a difficult task seeing as your hands were shaking so much. Two men started smashing the glass of the display cases with the handle of their guns, causing various alarms to start blaring throughout the room.

Slowly, you instinctively reached into your pocket. Black pen gripped in your quivering hand, you moved it gradually across your wrist, not wanting to gain the attention of any of the men in the room.

P I’m so scared. I ju

“Where do you think you’re going?!” You heard a man yell, causing the pen to fall from your hands and roll across the floor. He grabbed a girl, who couldn’t have been any older than you, by her hair. She was on her hands and knees, looking as if she had been trying to crawl towards one of the discarded phones. The man dragged her in front of him, the girl hyperventilating as he gripped her hair harder, forcing her head to tilt back to look at him.

“Stop!”

The mans head whipped towards you as you realized your own voice was the one to scream. All around you men were screaming, alarms blaring, people crying, but as the man approached, the world became silent as he raised a gun towards you.

“Trying to play hero, eh?”

This was it. As the cold metal pressed into your temple, the only thought that raced through your brain was that you didn’t want to die. You couldn’t die here. You never even got to...Peter. You would never meet Peter. You would never get to actually see what he looked like. To meet him for the first time and hear his voice, hold his hand.

As you laid on your knees in the middle of the room, the man watching as his accomplices gathered up the jewelry, your first few tears silently fell. How would Peter find out? Would he be watching the news and see the story all about the sad casualty of the MET robbery? Would he write to you only for you to never answer? Or would he feel it? God, you hoped he didn’t feel it.

Your eyes flickered down to your hand, hoping to see something from him. Anything from him. But your arms remained bare, the only words to read were your own.

Suddenly glass shattered all around you, littering the floor with shards as a flash of red and blue somersaulted into the room.

It was him. It was Spider-Man. You had heard all about the crime-fighter who swung from buildings, even saw some videos on YouTube, but had never seen him in person. You saw his eyes flash around the room, his wrists jabbing towards the men spread around the room, webs flying out to wrap around the guns as they flew out of the assailants hands. You saw his eyes flick towards the man standing over you, moving his wrist as if to throw a web his way. But as his eyes met yours...he froze.

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I can't wait for Ink part three. 😭

Neither can I, so it’s going up tonight!

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INK PT THREE PLEASE OMG I NEED THEM to MEET UP

*smirks*

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Ink Pt. 2 (Peter Parker x Reader)

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 1.7K

Summary: Soulmate AU where everything you write or draw on your skin appears on your soulmate too

Part 1  ...  Part 2  ...  Part 3 

Good luck on your chem test today!

You smiled down at your wrist, grabbing your bag before heading out the door. Walking down the many stairs of your apartment, you gripped a felt pen in your hand, cap gripped in between your teeth, careful not to loose it. Over the last few weeks, you had experimented with a lot of pens, and if you didn’t have a marker, felt tipped pens were the next best thing. It was soft enough on your skin and pretty easy to wash off. Honestly, you had gone through many pens these past few weeks.

Thanks P. Try not to write any equations on me this time, wouldn’t want to get caught cheating(:

Peter leaving his apartment in Queens couldn’t help the breathy laugh that escaped his mouth as he read the words appearing on his arm. He basically tripped over his own foot as he began his walk to the subway, pulling out one of the many pens that sat in his pocket.

It was one time!

The relationship between the two of you had flourished quickly in the past few weeks. Even with the little time you had known him, you had found yourself developing a cliché high school crush on a guy you had never even met.

You had learned his name was Peter and he was from Queens, which made you absolutely giddy inside. You yourself lived in Manhattan and knowing your soulmate lived so close brought you instant joy. People always said fate brought soulmates together, but you could have never pictured fate placing your soulmate a mere bus ride away.

You were having an amazing time getting to know Peter, but there was always a nagging voice in the back of your head to keep your guard up. Of course, having a soulmate was an absolute blessing. But soulmates are only human after all. You had heard countless stories of people who had developed a connection with their soulmate, only to have them ripped away from them by death and other horrible travesties. The soulmate bond is such a strong feeling, that many soulmates of those who had perished end up spiraling. You didn’t like to think these horrible things, but even from the little time you had known Peter, you couldn’t imagine not having him.

Despite this, you still caught yourself reaching for a pen anytime something amazing happened, or on the other hand, if something bad happened. You itched to tell Peter about almost every aspect of your day. It was as if there were a magnet between your hand and a pen, and you constantly found yourself trying to hold back from making a fool out of yourself before you had even gotten the chance to meet him.

Peter on the other end, was doing no better than you. He would constantly check his arm to make sure he didn’t miss a note from you. He had even equipped his Spidey suit to have room for a few ballpoint pens in case he found himself on the top of a building late one night and felt his arm tingle. On his late night Spider Man adventures, he would find himself in Manhattan more often than not. Sometimes he would picture one of the giant skyscrapers he would swing by would be your apartment, you sleeping away as he worked to keep the city safe.

The two of you up until this point had never discussed meeting up, but as the weeks went by, Peter felt an urge to meet you. An urge to see what you looked like. To meet the person he was destined to be with.

But he was also worried. He hadn’t told you anything about Spider-Man. I mean, what we he supposed to say? “Hey and by the way, you know Spider-Man? The red and blue spandex wearing crime fighter who can sling webs from his wrists? That’s me! You can look me up on YouTube!” Not only was that way too much to write on his arm, but he would sound like an absolute crazy person. Peter was already nervous enough talking to you, let alone telling you all about his alter ego. As Spider-Man became more of a household name, more and more enemies were coming out of the woodworks. Everyone knew about soulmates, and if one of the many villains that littered the streets were to find out the Spider-Man had an ultimate weakness? There’s no telling what could happen to you. What could happen to you all because of him. Peter refused to get you in the middle of his Spider business.

It was as if the two of you together shared an unspoken agreement that for now, you two would remain apart.

It was another few days later when Peter found himself at Avengers Tower. He had fallen asleep on the couch in one of the many lounges after a very long meeting with members of the group. Having so many strong personalities in one room was always mentally exhausting, especially if they happened to slightly disagree on something. This time, Steve had suggested an alternate plan to one they had already discussed, many members disagreeing with him and frankly wanting to be done with the meeting all together. Peter had taken Steve’s side in the argument, shocking some of the other members seeing as he usually kept pretty quiet and agreed with whatever Tony said. In short, Peter had really needed a nap.

As Peter’s eyes were closed, he felt a slight shiver run up his arm, causing him to stir from his sleep. As Peter’s eyes blinked open, adjusting to the light, the first thing he did was look down at his left arm.

Hey P...why is there a red white and blue star on my forehead...

It took him a few seconds to really process what you had written, but when he did, he jolted off the couch, tripping over a blanket someone must have put on him while he was sleeping. He ran to the first reflective surface he could find, which happened to be one of the any gigantic windows that littered the walls, and looked at his reflection. Smack right in the middle of his forehead sat a very crudely drawn star covered in a red, white and blue American flag.

Peter groaned, reaching into his pockets to find a pen to write back to you. Forgetting he had changed earlier, he silently cursed to himself as he came up empty handed. He jogged to the nearest place he knew a pen would be, which happened to be Tony’s lab.

“Mr. Stark I really need a pen!” He exclaimed, bursting through the door and immediately scanning the room.

“Whoa kid, where’s the fire?” Tony asked, looking up from some piece of metal, “And what in the actual hell is on your forehead?”

“Thor and Mr. Barton think they are so funny,” Peter grumbled, his eyes never leaving the many drawers he was currently scrambling through. Clint, who had been snickering with Thor upon seeing Peter’s appearance, quickly stopped as he heard Peter.

“Hey kid, you have no proof it was us,” he said shrugging while trying to keep a straight face, pretending to get back to work on one of his bows.

“Thor?” Tony asked, as if Thor were a small child whose parents already knew they were guilty.

“It was I and my good friend Clint,” Thor laughed deeply, grabbing Clint around the shoulders as Clint groaned. Peter, disconnected from the conversation at hand, had finally found a pen. Gripping it rather tightly in his hand, he lifted his shirtsleeve to scribble back to you.

I’m so sorry! My friends think that are funny. Hope it didn’t inconvenience you too much.

Finally exhaling, Peter tuned back into the conversation to hear Clint explaining rather loudly to Thor on the meaning of a secret. Pen still in hand, he stared at his arm waiting for your response. He found himself waking out of the lab towards the bathroom to clean his face, knocking into a few walls on the way as his eyes kept flickering back to his arm.

Just stayed in my room to avoid questions. Kinda dig the patriotic look. Your friends seem ready for war :P

Peter finally relaxed at knowing you weren’t annoyed and began to scrub his forehead with soap to rid himself, and you, from the rather bad drawing.

Some of them were in one, a while ago though

Peter had written it before he really thought about it, wanting to write it before the soap got in his eyes. In the middle of scrubbing, he realized what he had actually written and immediately began to scrub his arm. Maybe he could get it off before you saw it. Water now trickling down his face, he had most of the words off his arm, but it was too late.

A while ago? P...please tell me you aren’t an old man

Scrambling for the pen once again, it slipped from his wet fingers onto the ground. He practically pounced on it, writing in all caps back to you.

NO!

Your response came mere seconds later as Peter now sat down on the cold tile of the bathroom floor, rubbing his eyes vigorously as soap had now gotten in them. His eyes teared up as his eyes stung, blinking rapidly in order to be able to focus them on your words.

Calm down P, I can basically hear your heartbeat from Manhattan. I’m just joking

Ignoring the fact that he was also currently in Manhattan when you assumed he was home in Queens, he let out a loud breath. His cheeks turned a deep pink as he reread your message, his eyes lingered on the end. At the very end of the sentence, you had drawn a tiny heart.

He felt his own heart beat faster in his chest as his eyes stayed glued to the shape. After a few seconds, he physically shook his head to snap himself out of it. I mean, you clearly didn’t mean anything by it. At least that’s what Peter told himself to make the blood stop rushing to his cheeks.

His head tipped back to lean on the cool tile that surrounded the bathroom walls, his bloodshot eyes staring up at the ceiling. It would be an understatement to say that Peter was completely shocked at the effect you could have on him with one little shape. If this is how he reacted when he read a message from you, what the hell would he do if he were to ever meet you?

A/N: Next chapter will be a lil drama so buckle in guys and gals ;)

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Oh ma guad the soulmate au of peter has me UGH MY HEART *hugs chest* *rolls of my bed* *stays there for eternity

I appreciate your support so much! New part will be out tonight ;)

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You're amazing 💕

This honestly made my day, thank you <3 Love you guys

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Ink (Peter Parker x Reader)

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 669

Summary: Soulmate AU where everything you write or draw on your skin appears on your soulmate too.

A/N: Just an intro tease for a lil series I’m writing 😏

Part 1  ...  Part 2  ...  Part 3  ...  Part 4

Not everyone has a soul mate. The first time you realized you did, you were very young. You don’t remember much about it cause you were so little, but your mom would grow up to tell you she found you in the kitchen of your apartment, marker scribbles drawn all up and down your arms. She had scolded you, only for you to defend yourself, swearing you didn’t do it with tears in your big round eyes. Only when she had tried to wash it off, had she realized what had happened. Being so young, she didn’t get into extreme detail, but she had apologized for scolding you and promised you she would explain when you were older.

As you grew, she explained the concepts of soulmates to you. Whatever your soulmate wrote on themselves, appeared on your own skin. Whatever you wrote, appeared on theres.

For a long time, you were extra careful not to write on yourself, not wanting to have to deal with the reality that there was someone out there in the world just for you. Someone that you would idolize and who would idolize you in return. But what if you didn’t live up to their expectations?

That was until one day before school when you felt a tingling sensation shoot up your left arm. Looking down, you began to see numbers appearing in the form of a complex equation. Ignoring the shock for now, you couldn’t help but let out a laugh, grabbing the nearest marker and waiting for the numbers to stop appearing.

Peter Parker sat on the subway on the way to school, completely panicking over a math exam he had first period that he hadn’t had the opportunity to really study for. It had been a particularly busy night in New York City, and he had been out all night being the all-famous friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. Before he knew what he was doing, he found himself writing a formula on the back on his left arm. The pen cap sat in between his lips as he scribbled the small numbers, looking around at the other subway riders as if one of them were going to jump up and yell at him.

When he had finished the equation, he immediately was overcome with a feeling of guilt and regret. After looking at the equation for a few seconds, he reached into his bag to grab his water bottle in order to wipe the pen away. If he were going to fail, he would fail with dignity.

All of a sudden, he felt a tingling sensation crawl up his forearm. He could only describe the feeling as if there were dozens of tiny ants creeping across his skin. Water bottle forgotten, his attention went back to his arm, lifting up his sweatshirt sleeve to see words appearing below where he had just wrote the equation

Cheating on a test are we? Did anyone ever teach you cheating is bad?

The pen cap fell from his lips onto the subway floor, his face physically getting closer to his own arm, as if the words appearing couldn’t possibly be real. For as long as Peter could remember, he had heard about soulmates but couldn’t possibly imagine he could ever have one. I mean, he had never had writing appear before, thinking he was just one of the people who didn’t get to experience them. He couldn’t help the smile that grew on his face as he looked at the words on his arm, looking at the way the dots on the question marks where near perfect circles and the way the flicks of the y’s looped. There was someone out there, someone out there just for him, someone that he was meant to be with.

...Well, that’s not such a great first impression

Peter wrote under your words, immediately wishing he had wrote something else, something better. He stared at his own words, imagining someone out there reading them. Someone out there reading them and knowing that someone, he, was always going to be there for them.

A/N: Super excited for this series! Hope you guys are just as excited about it as I am! Since this is going to be a series, if you would like to be tagged in future parts just let me know. Always appreciate support and criticism in my ask. Also feel free to request(: