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I cannot wait for Kraven The Hunter …

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I am moving!!

I’ll be taking the show from a measly sideblog over to a main account under this blog’s previous name. Once that’s done, this sideblog will be deleted. Look for @whitewolfvibraniumdreams so you can stay up to date on all of your favourite stories from me!

See you soon! 😊💜

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CAN'T WAIT CAN'T WAIT CAN'T WAIT!!!

Just watched the new twenty øne piløts video and that’s where my brain will be living for the foreseeable future.

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SO EXCITED!!!!!

Boston Boys Masterlist

Graphic courtesy of @captain-s-rogers​. 

In Boston crime families, roots and responsibility run deep. Secrets are dark and longstanding. Nobody questions the way things are, nobody steps out of place.  

Chris Evans runs the barber shop business his grandfather built from the ground up, and, together with his brother Scott and friends Sebastian and Scarlett, maintains the crime business his father began years ago. When a bank robbery goes awry, Chris’s world begins to change, but there’s no escaping the life that was decided for him – especially when bank employee Elsa Chapman enters the picture.  

John Krasinski took over ownership and management of Collins Pub after his father died. A front for laundering stolen money, all he wants is a life that’s some type of normal. A life where he chooses for himself. When he chooses a relationship with Aurelie Juneau, he has no idea that he has crossed over into the Evans family – or the consequences his choice will incite.

Two sons burdened by responsibility, blinded by a possibility of a life outside of their reach. The balance they believe they have found in the midst of all of it is far more precarious than they realize. And, when it all comes tumbling down, there’s no telling how many lives will be at risk – including their own.

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Part Three

Part Four

Part Five 

Part Six 

Part Seven 

Part Eight

Part Nine 

Part Ten 

Part Eleven 

Part Twelve 

Part Thirteen 

Part Fourteen

Part Fifteen

Part Sixteen

Part Seventeen 

Part Eighteen 

Part Nineteen  

Part Twenty 

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Heavy || Back To You Series

Summary: Bucky and Maia have a session with Dr. Raynor that doesn’t go as planned. . .

A/N: Probably one of my favourite drabbles in the series. THE SASS! Happy reading! 💜

Tagged: @suitofvibraniumarmor

Court-mandated therapy was low on Maia’s list of priorities to complete and high on her list of priorities to hate. The therapist running the show was somewhere near the top of the Priorities to Hate list; Bucky tried once or twice―and failed―to convince her that Dr. Raynor wasn’t that bad, and Maia settled for obvious brooding during their shared sessions. It was one of those days.

Maia slumped against the left side of the couch, unwilling to show any real interest in what Dr. Raynor had to say. She’d heard it all a thousand times before, and a thousand times before, she disagreed.

“I’m glad to see you decided to join us for today’s joint session, Ms. Hart.”

“I mean, it’s court-mandated, so. It’s not like I had much of a choice.”

“Is that what you think? That you didn’t have a choice coming here today?”

“Cut the shit, Doc. We both know that’s not what you’re really interested in knowing.”

“It’s not?”

“No.”

“Then please, enlighten me.”

“Like Barnes here, you want to know if I’ve still been having nightmares,” Maia scoffed. She nodded toward Bucky, keeping her eyes trained on Dr. Raynor’s face. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that Maia really hated therapy, really hated Dr. Raynor, and really hated talking about her time under HYDRA’s influence.

“And have you?” Dr. Raynor asked calmly.

“No,” Maia said.

“Bullshit,” the therapist returned. Dr. Raynor sat back in her chair. Her eyes shifted between the two Super Soldiers, studying the way they held themselves. Her gaze settled first on Bucky. “I like her.”

Bucky chuckled.

“She talks,” Dr. Raynor said.

The metal fingers of Bucky’s vibranium hand gently squeezed Maia’s knee. “Ah, c’mon, Doc. She’s lying to you.”

“Maybe so,” she said. “But at least she’s talking.”

“Traitor.” Maia turned to Bucky with a glare. She huffed as he leaned over to press a kiss to the side of her head.

He was supposed to be on her side, not the therapist’s. The idea that the government needed proof from a licensed psychologist that neither of them were a threat to the world was ridiculous in Maia’s eyes. They had to be absolved of their crimes before they could even begin trying to live normal lives, and even then, the only way for that to happen was to sit through hours of these pointless assessments.

It didn’t matter that Bucky had spent years away from the only people he could trust, tucked safely behind the borders of Wakanda, having his mind rewired by an 18-year-old super genius. Or that Maia had undergone similar reconditioning after she’d been found by Steve, just so they could live normal lives again. Only to have it all stripped away in the blink of an eye when the world went to shit. . .

Dr. Raynor didn’t even like Maia, she’d said it herself in the beginning: “Ms. Hart is combative and closed off. She remains uncooperative and unresponsive to treatment.” Which was just fancy psychologist speak for “In my professional opinion, Ms. Hart is a danger to society and should be locked away for crimes committed while under the influence of HYDRA authorities.” She’d heard it all before.

“James, how many times has Maia called you this week?” Dr. Raynor’s pen stilled on her notebook. She shifted her gaze from Maia’s face to Bucky’s.

There in that moment, Maia knew that Bucky could choose to say one of two things; he could lie for her as he always had and somehow convince their therapist that she finally had everything under control, or he could spill the beans about the seven times she’d called him just in the previous night alone. Maia’s fate lay in Bucky’s hands as it had all those years ago and she couldn’t bring herself to look at him.

It was the Sergeant’s turn to scoff. “Assuming that Mai calls me only every time she has a nightmare is already setting her up to fail, Doc. It’s pretty insulting to who we are as people, and I take personal offense to that. Even if she had it’s not going to matter what I say―you’ve already made up your mind.”

“And frankly―” Maia sat forward, eyeing Dr. Raynor with a harsh stare― “I don’t like your tone.”

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Hello Darkness, My Old Friend || Back To You Series

Summary: In the dead of night, chilling memories haunt two people destined to find their way back to each other amid the struggle of a world gone to shit.

A/N: And another one! Tagging @suitofvibraniumarmor obviously. Hope you like it! 💜

Waking from her nightmares was always worse than dreaming them.

At least when she was asleep the memories were contained behind a wall in her subconscious, but as soon as she awoke, they were unleashed into reality. What made them worse upon wakefulness, were the feelings. . . the regret, the shattered lives left behind, the pain, the loss, the knowledge that she had played a hand in most of it and yet was powerless to change any of it. All of this and more, hung like dark, ominous clouds above her head, threatening to rain down their storm of endless guilt at any moment. Usually, she could ignore it if she tried hard enough.

This one, however, left her feeling cold and empty, a hollowed-out shell of herself that she could no longer recognize. This one she had over and over and over again, it played like an endless loop in her mind; clawing at what little sanity she had left, regardless of how many times she repeated her mantra, told herself she was real and safe and alive. . . somehow it always knew where to find her, how to pull her back in, filling her with that familiar sense of fear and helplessness.

Her eyes snapped open to darkness. For three minutes, she lay completely unaware of her surroundings. For two minutes after that, she lay unable to move, rooted in place by the sheer force of the haunting dream. For one minute more, she lay contemplating the pros and cons of calling him again. When it all became too much, she gave in.

The line rang twice, barely long enough for her to reconsider before he was speaking to her in a gravely tone that let her know she’d interrupted what little sleep he’d been able to chase down.

“Vis urât?”

“Cum ai știut?”

“Pentre că te cunosc.”

She was silent, so was he.

Maybe this was a bad idea, they’d both gone through the same thing. They’d both been erased and ceased to exist for five years, whatever she was feeling, whatever she was thinking, he’d already felt and thought countless times. She couldn’t put that on his shoulders.

“Maia.” One word and he had her heart beating again, had her blood flowing again, had her lungs breathing again. “I’m here, Mai. I’m here, and this is real. We are real.”

Maia swallowed; her throat felt dry. “Am fost din nou acolo. Chiar înainte să se întâmple. Era frig, atunci ... nimic.” Maia’s voice wavered. Damn it! You’re stronger than this! Be stronger than this. She squeezed her eyes shut, took a couple shaky breaths, tried to will the thoughts away.

She could hear the rustling of his blankets on the other end of the call, knew he was sitting up, and only felt guiltier for calling so late. Or was it early? She didn’t know, time always seemed irrelevant after that dream.

“Bucky. . .” she hesitated. “Îmi cer scuze pentru că te-am trezit.”

“Nu face asta, Maia. Nu mă alunga, nu ignora asta,” Bucky replied softly, reassuringly. His voice had lost that rough edge it had when he’d first answered her call, sounding more like the Bucky she remembered, more like the Bucky she loved once and again.

“Mă tem, Buck.”

“De ce ți-e frică, Doll?”

“Mi-e teamă că voi cădea din nou.”

“Nu vei face, nu de data asta. Dar dacă o faci, te prind.”

Maia sighed, feeling her sense of control return. “Do you think we’ll be okay?”

Bucky was silent for too long before he answered her the way he always did, “Of course, we’ll be okay. Who’s gonna stop two highly trained former HYDRA assassins a second time?”

She chuckled softly.

They spent the better part of two hours talking, long enough for the chill to fade and her subconscious to recall the difference between her nightmares and reality. By the time she was tired enough to sleep uninterrupted, it was after four AM. She bid Bucky goodnight amid a stumbled string of Thank Yous and hunkered down for a few more hours of rest.

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Highway To Hell || Back To You Series

Summary: With a little help, Zemo steals a valuable asset.

A/N: Chronologically the first drabble of the series that functions as the “prologue.” Also, I really just have to thank @suitofvibraniumarmor for letting me sus this out with her whenever the mood strikes. Enjoy! 💜

She stood at attention with her back to the cell door, but even over the video feed, Zemo could tell she looked magnificent.

Her pristine appearance floored him; she resembled nothing of the bright-eyed, free-spirited young woman he’d seen in the photos. Her uniform was immaculate, tailored perfectly to fit her short stature; her dark hair was straightened and cropped short, cut just above her shoulders. Everything about this woman amazed him.

“Rasskazhi mne o ney,” he said over his shoulder. His Russian, while fluent, was often muddled heavily by his thick Sokovian accent. “Ona zdes’ plennitsa?”

“Zaklyuchennyy? Ona ne plennitsa. Tsennyy aktiv? Ochen’.” The guard assigned to watch the camera room shifted uncomfortably. He knew of Zemo’s reputation, by now the whole world did.

Zemo hummed, returning his attention to the screen as the door to the woman’s cell was opened. Still, she remained steadfast in her stance. A true work of art, Zemo thought to himself. She would make an excellent addition to his plan. The issue now was getting her out of there. Luckily, he’d planned for that.

“Otvedi menya k ney.”

“Boyus’, ya ne mogu etogo sdelat', ser.”

Zemo took one last look at the monitor before standing. Without a word, he turned toward the door and stepped past the guard he’d just spoken to. “Zimniy Soldat.”

The guard’s eyes widened―first, in confusion, then, horror as the man the name belonged to appeared from the shadows. His stone-faced expression fixed on the guard in front of him as he had just enough time to sound the alarm; three others soon rushed to his aid.

“Ostanovite ikh.”

Together the two men moved through the facility; Zemo leading the way, the Winter Soldier clearing out anyone who dared cross their path. Their mission was simple: retrieve the asset and get to the extraction point. Later on, Zemo and the asset would have their own mission of returning the Winter Soldier to his cell without being seen.

Once the last of the men had been disposed of, it was just those inside the woman’s cell that remained. Getting her out without drawing their attention would be the most important step of all if Zemo wanted to complete this mission flawlessly. He held his hand in the air, signalling for the soldier behind him to hang back while he surveyed their playing field.

The room where she was kept looked to be no more than a large shoebox, and she was their mouse. In the time it took him and the Winter Soldier to make their way to her, two scientists had moved her to the metal chair in the middle of the floor.

“Ataka.”

The Winter Soldier moved with speed and precision Zemo’d only ever heard about, but to experience it all firsthand. . . he knew he made the right choice bringing HYDRA’s prized assassin along. He watched, giddy, as the soldier drew a handgun from the holster on his left thigh and a small knife from his right. The squelching sound of his blade through the guard’s throat met Zemo’s ears, music he wouldn’t soon forget the melody to. Next, came the crack of the soldier's gun as a bullet entered the skull of one of the two scientists.

The soldier’s gun was trained on the only scientist left standing. A sickening smile graced Zemo’s features as he entered the cell. “Ostav’ yego, Soldat.”

He pulled a notebook from the inside pocket of his coat and flipped through a few pages until he found what he was looking for. The words on the page were ones he hadn’t yet spoken but had taken the time to familiarize himself with; he needed them, if she was going to be of any use to him.

Cautiously, he approached the woman from behind. She knew he was there, of course; she knew they both were. He walked around to face her; she tracked his movements with empty, distant eyes. Just like him, Zemo thought. He moved back, putting a comfortable amount of space between them and took a small breath. The next moment he opened his mouth to speak, the words he knew she couldn’t resist.

“Okean. Navsegda. Dobrokachestvennyy. Devyatnadtsat’. Deyzi. Pozhar. Temnota.”

Zemo watched patiently, filled once again with deadly anticipation as the woman’s head bowed. Her chin fell to her chest, and he knew he had her. When she looked up at him again, a certain coldness he’d come to love had settled in her eyes. He didn’t wait for her to answer before giving his next order.

“Letniy Soldat. Ubey yego.”

She rose from the chair, boots heavy against the hard floor. The scientist trembled before her; her left hand wrapped around his throat, restricting airflow. Zemo didn’t see her pull the knife from the strap on her thigh, didn’t see her slice it into the man’s carotid artery, didn’t see the flash of darkness that skirted her features as she let his body crumble to the floor. Blood splattered across her face and down the front of her uniform. It didn’t matter how she’d done it, just that she had.

She was HYDRA’s Demon, and she belonged to him now.

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You Can’t Take Me, I’m Free || Back To You Series

Prompt: “Just because I’m being civil with you, doesn’t mean I like you.” || suggested by @suitofvibraniumarmor

A/N: Here is another drabble for my Back To You series! None of these are being written or posted in order, but will be in order on the masterlist when I create it. (Title for this drabble is lyrics from one of my favourite songs off of the soundtrack from Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron) Have fun! 💜

Bucky led Sam and Maia to some sort of garage, he was talking nonsense and neither of them really understood why. First, he made them wait outside while he went to talk to one of the most dangerous men they’d ever faced, now, he was blabbering on about using him to help in their mission against the rebel Super Soldiers.

Bucky and Maia had only just been released to go out without needing to go back to Dr. Raynor, but there was still so much that both of them were holding on to. And Sam wasn’t a Super Soldier. Two impossible-to-kill former HYDRA assassins and a guy with high tech bird wings didn’t stand a chance against eight people who could do exactly what Bucky and Maia could.

The conversation all but stalled as Bucky tried to reason with Sam. Maia growled. She hated being reminded of her time under HYDRA’s command, even more of her time under Zemo’s. He’d done so much damage when he was free; damage she’d been a part of, and it’d taken years for her to come to terms with her hand in all of it. It was hard not to feel betrayed by just the idea that Bucky was even considering using Zemo to help them track down Karli.

Bucky felt along the wall for the electrical panel and flipped the switch, the lights flickered on and illuminated the garage. He looked at Maia hopefully, asking her to take his side, just this once. “Let me just walk you through a hypothetical. Can I walk you through a hypothetical?”

Sam narrowed his eyes. “What did you do?”

“I didn’t do anything.” The White Wolf shook his head. “The weakest point in any system isn’t the software, the hardware, it’s the meatware. The human element. Now, in this lockup, it’s nine to one, prisoners to guards. And if two prisoners start fighting, then the protocol says four guards have to respond.”

“Bucky, are you fucking high?” The first words Maia had spoken since the trio left the main facility and they were dripping with malice. She didn’t want to believe he could be serious about this, but clearly, he was.

Sam agreed. “So why would two prisoners randomly start fighting at that moment?”

Bucky went on, “Who knows? There could be many reasons. . . But the point is, these things escalate. Lockdown procedures would have to be initiated, and with all those bodies flying around left and right, wouldn’t be hard to slip down a hallway or two. And if the fire alarm got tripped while the prisoners were being separated. . . someone could use the chaos to their advantage.”

“I don’t like how specific this hypothetical has gotten,” Maia said.

“I don’t like how casual you’re being about this, it’s unnatural. And where are we, man?” Sam parroted.

A door in the distance opened and someone in a guard uniform walked through the curtain behind the car. It only took Maia seconds to realize Zemo was who entered the room. She roared; in a flash, she had Zemo backed against a nearby wall, the force of his back hitting the structure rang out around them. Fire sparked and burned in her eyes, the rage she was trying so hard to keep contained burst forth and she pinned the man with one hand at his throat, while the other quickly drew a dagger from the holster on her thigh.

Sam looked at Bucky, unsure how to proceed. “Is this what you wanted?”

Bucky approached her from behind, hands in the air. He wet his lips, thinking through how to properly diffuse the situation. He should’ve recognized the signs as soon as Zemo stepped through the door, but he’d been too preoccupied. He laid his right hand over the one Maia held around Zemo’s throat, and his left grasped the one holding the knife.

“Easy, easy. Let him go. Come on, Mai. You don’t need to do this. Întoarce-te la mine, dragă,” Bucky whispered in Maia’s ear. He moved in close, the muscles of his chest pressed against her back. “You are not his Demon anymore.”

Maia relaxed, only just, into the warmth radiating from Bucky’s body. The rigidness slowly melted away; she let Bucky slip the dagger from her fingers, let him remove her hand from the Baron’s neck. The flames in her eyes died and gave way to the rich coffee brown that Bucky adored so much. “Just because I’m being civil with you, doesn’t mean I like you.”

Zemo smirked. “Oh, I think I can change your mind, Soldat.”

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Auri, yes, I love you, DUH. Didn't get to work on PoH the other day, but there might be a new chapter in the near future if I can work on it some tonight ... what're YOU working on, my friend? -K

Might have some more drabbles in the Back To You series. . . 👀

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LOKI (2021)

1.03 | Lamentis

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Heyyyyygirlhey! How’s about some Buckles with the prompt, “Is it so wrong for me to want to save you?” I know you will probably WRECK ME with this shit, but I request at my own risk 🤟🏼🧡

OOPS MY HANDS SLIPPED. 😏

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Time After Time || Back To You Series

Prompt: “Is it so wrong for me to want to save you?” || requested by @suitofvibraniumarmor

A/N: Saw K’s prompt, knew instantly who it was for. The first drabble for my Back To You series. Enjoy! 💜

Bucky stared straight ahead, unable to see anything beyond the frustration coursing through his veins. The atmosphere between the exhausted trio was tense; each of them bearing the weight of defeat in their own way. A new Captain America brought his own set of challenges with him. On top of that, they’d had their asses handed to them by a group of rebel teens who were all somehow super soldiers―a twist none of them had been prepared for. Bucky and Maia the least of all.

Maia. Bucky’s gaze traveled upwards to where the woman sat across from him, staring intensely back. She sat with her right hand pressed firmly against her side, slowing the flow of blood from the gash under her ribs. Her face remained blank, devoid of emotion. She kept her eyes trained on the soldier’s face―if looks could burn holes through flesh and bone. . .

Bucky grabbed the med kit hidden under the bench seat to his right, and approached Maia with purpose.

“I wouldn’t do that, if I were you,” Sam said, lazily waving a hand toward the back of the plane. “Best to let her cool off first or you’ll be the one needing stitches.”

The Winter Soldier ignored the warning, rolled his eyes at the chuckle that followed, and continued on his way. Neither Bucky or Maia gave the other the benefit of breaking eye contact first; Bucky wanted Maia to know he wasn’t going to just let her bleed out on a plane halfway around the world from home, and Maia wanted Bucky to know she wouldn’t let him come within a foot of her without a fight if that’s what he wanted.

“Your funeral,” Sam mused.

Bucky nodded to the wound at her side. “O să mă lași să curăț asta acum?” When she made no objections, Bucky squatted in front of her with the med kit on the floor next to him.

“Vrei să-mi spui la ce te gândești sau ar trebui să încep să ghicesc?”

Maia didn’t answer, Bucky scoffed.

He pulled a pair of scissors from the kit and reached for her t-shirt. “Lean back.”

Maia uncrossed her legs, allowing Bucky to help pull her forward until she was leaning back against the wall behind her, slouching down for Bucky to see. She winced, barely, as the pressure on her side eased. Blood trickled from the bullet wound, she could feel the projectile shift with the movement of her muscles. She knew Bucky was thinking the same thing: the world’s new so-called Captain America had shot her.

“Ai ieșit în cale și m-a împușcat.” Maia ground out through a tightly clenched jaw. She balled her hands into fists, the urge to punch the man in front of her was strong.

“I saved your life, Maia. I won’t apologize for that.”

“You saved my life? Captain Trashole shot me, Bucky. What the hell were you thinking?”

“You should be happy that’s all he did.” Bucky settled himself between Maia’s legs, his hands worked quickly over her side; he held the wound open with a pair of forceps, and found the bullet with the tips of his Vibranium fingers. Without warning, Bucky pulled the bullet free of Maia’s side. Crimson pooled and flowed freely from the now vacant hole, covering Bucky’s hands and staining the top of Maia’s pants. “Ready?”

A deep breath in was all that could be heard in the deafening silence that passed through the plane. Maia braced herself on the bench below her, squeezed Bucky’s torso between her legs, and closed her eyes. A quick nod was all she gave him in response to his question. A beat passed, a single ticking second of the clock, then she felt it.

Bucky pressed the needle to the edge of the bullet hole after sterilizing both with alcohol, and the needle with the lighter they kept in the kit for occasions like this. It’d been a long time since they’d had to patch each other up on the go, he almost felt. . . sorry.

“He wasn’t going to stop, you could’ve died. What would you have me do, hm?” He asked, carefully pulling the surgical thread through the wound until it was sealed. He then placed a bandage over the stitches, and sat back on his heels.

“So what? People die every day, Bucky.” The fire in Maia’s eyes reminded him of the moment they’d met, so long ago now, but it felt like just the other day.

“Is it so wrong for me to want to save you?” He shot back, unable to contain the bitterness at the thought of losing her.

“Yes!”

“Why?! We are soldiers with extraordinary abilities, we’ve withstood the passage of time, but we are not invincible. We still break, we still die.”

“Because I already lost you, remember! Six years ago, I watched you die right in front of me and I was powerless to change it. To-to stop it from happening in the first place.”

Her words punched through Bucky’s gut like a freight train. He’d been so worried about trying to save her earlier that day, he didn’t stop to think that maybe she were trying to save him, too. Bucky pushed up onto his knees, took Maia’s face gently between his hands and rested his forehead against hers.

“Mai. . .”

“I can’t lose you a second time, Buck. . .”

“I know.”

“Nu voi mai face acea greșeală.”

“Mă salvezi în fiecare zi fiind aici. Prin trăire.”

Sam sat up on the bench where he’d laid down to try and get some rest. A feat easier said than done among the bickering super soldiers. He chuckled, throwing the duo a smile. “Heh, “Captain Trashole.” That’s a good one, Maia. I’m gonna write that one down.”

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(“You sure this is the right one? It’s completely empty.”)

ZEMO (once again) being the reason the mission succeeds in THE FALCON AND THE WINTER SOLDIER - Power Broker | dir. Kari Skogland (2021)

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Not my usual content but not bad at all.

I’ve been awake since 4 am so my brain isn’t really on to offer super detailed reviews as I usually do, but not bad at all.

Home to You

(gif credit to the creator)

Pairing: TASM!Peter Parker x Reader Word Count: 1,694 Warnings: No Way Home Spoilers!  A/N: It has been exactly 1,000 years since I’ve posted anything but my son has been watching a TON of Spider-Man movies and then I had a dream about Andrew Garfield and this was born. It only makes sense that I make some kind of hesitant return with my favorite superhero of all time. I’m kind of in love with this one, but please be kind. As always a HUGE thank you to the best bestie around  @suitofvibraniumarmor​​​ for looking over my stuff, making sure it’s not terrible and being the all around best cheerleader in the world. Feedback is cool! :)

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