…Sony just announced a solo film for that wrestler Spider-Man fought in the ring. Not Bonesaw McGraw, the other one, El Muerto. Who appeared in TWO issues. They’re getting a solo film. Starring a rapper named Bad Bunny. I am not joking, just very very confused by the fact this is a serious is thing that real human people successfully pitched and are being paid for.

I just Googled this and I am also confused?? Like sure i guess? Bad Bunny is starring? This is.... um okay? I have SO many questions right now. I literally have no idea what to think or say right now. I don’t know what sorcery the people who pitched this used but can I have it? Teach me your ways?

Leather & Cinnamon

Peter Parker (Andrew) x Gender Neutral! Reader, College AU. Best Friends to Lovers AU. Fluff with a sprinkle of angst for flavor. 

Word Count: 2529

Warnings: Mugging, threats with a knife, canon typical violence, blood, cursing, mention of alcohol and cigarettes. Let me know if I missed something

Summary: Walking home alone late at night isn't the safest, but it's not so bad with your friendly neighborhood hero there to save you. Too bad your best friend Peter, who you've liked for years, doesn't believe you about your odd interaction with the masked vigilante. Between heroes who know too much and pretty best friends who don't know when to shut up, you have to choose one. Right?

Walking alone through the streets of Queens late at night was probably not the brightest idea, but you got stuck with the closing shift at the bar, so who's really to blame here? Hoodie pulled close to your body as you walked briskly through the streets, only to be yanked into a dim alley by a scrawny man. "Scream and I'll kill you. I want your wallet, jewelry, phone, and anything else you have." He demands, brandishing a knife in the other hand that isn't forcing you against the wall. The thug seems nervous and terrified but is still definitely a threat. 

"Okay! Okay! Just- just don't hurt me! Take everything, take it all!" You yelp as he points the knife at your stomach, the point just centimeters away. You fumble with the pockets of your hoodie and jeans as you scramble to give the man his items. From the roof, a playful voice calls out. "Hey, buddy! Last I checked, this was no way to hit on someone. You really need to work on your moves, man." The new man says. He dawns a red and blue suit with a spider on the chest, his face covered in a mask. Spider-Man. The friendly neighborhood web-slinging hero everyone knows and loves. 

The hero leaps down gracefully and the thief scrambles to grab you, pulling you tight to his chest and holding the knife to your neck. He reeks of booze, cheap cigarettes, and sweat. "Whoa, man. Chill. You don't think you can take me on your own hand to hand?" Spider-Man taunts before shooting a web, sticking the thief's hand to the wall next to you. Another shot of webs aimed at your torso, yanking you into the hero's arms. You stumble forward and fall into his arms, clumsy. "Falling for me already, cutie?" Bug boy chuckles and quickly catches you before easing you behind him for safety. 'Cutie? Who does this kid think he is?' You think to yourself. Stuck between the whiplash of fear and flustered.

"Stay back! Stay back, or I'll use this!" The shrimp of a man yelps, holding out the knife with a shaky hand as your cheeky hero approaches. "Oh no! You found my only weakness! Tiny little knives!" The boy gasps dramatically before shooting another web with a yawn, sticking the villain to the wall. Spider-Man webs him up thoroughly and does his usual routine of notifying the police before walking back to you. You're sitting on the ground with wide eyes, knees quivering as you stammer for a moment to gather your thoughts. "Um, thank you?" You say dumbly, causing the hero to laugh. "No problem at all. Let me take you home, yeah?" He offers before you nod. 

Spider-Man wraps an arm around your waist and holds you close to his body. He's warm and muscular, with the smell of leather and maybe cinnamon, but you can't think about it more as he tells you to hold on tight. Firing a web off into the distance, your feet lift off the ground as he begins swinging off into the night, as you cling to him desperately. "Oh, my- Don't drop me!" You yelp, burying your face into his neck as he tightens his grip. "I've got you, cutie. You're okay." He assures you, and after a few more terrifying minutes of swinging through the city, you land on the balcony of your tiny apartment. "There you go, cutie. Safe and sound, back home." He says, pulling back from you slowly to make sure you don't fall. "Um, thanks? Thank you. Thanks for saving me and for taking me home." You say, knees knocking together as you grip the railing and take a deep breath. The masked hero hops up on the railing and gives you a two-finger salute. "Just doing my part. See you later, Y/N," He says and before you can even blink, he's off, swinging away into the night. You stand there and watch as he gets farther away before speaking to no one but yourself. "Wait. How did he know my name and where I live?" 

Time Skip

 "No, Peter, I'm telling you he knew my name and literally dropped me off on my balcony. I didn't tell him either of those things. I get he's a hero, but knowing some random person's name? That's weird, Pete. You have to admit it." You say with a mouthful of pancakes. The boy in question shrugs and takes a sip of his latte. "Y/N, you went through a traumatic experience. You probably told him, but you don't remember. It's okay. You called me after in a panic, remember? You couldn't even say what street it happened on." Peter says, leaning over the small breakfast table in the bustling cafe. "Y/N, just breathe. It'll probably come back to you later." He assures you as you let out a sigh and look down at your plate. "I guess so. It just doesn't make sense to me still." You grumble and push your food around as Peter munches on his massive plate of food. The traditional breakfast you both shared every morning going quiet again. 

"It will with time. Come on, we should get going. We both have a class in 30 minutes and you know they take attendance. We're all out of free passes." Peter sighs and the two of you finish up eating quickly. You both grab your bags and walk off to the lecture hall. After an hour and a half of listening to your professor drone on about god knows what, he calls for dismissal. The class erupts with noise as you all file out. Peter is leaning against the wall outside the lecture hall and smiles at you as you walk over. "Thank god that's over. I swear I'm this close to dropping out because of this class." You huff as the brunette throws an arm over your shoulder. "Drop out? But then I wouldn't see you as much." Peter pouts as you both walk off to your next class. 

With your final class out of the way, you're lying on Peter's couch as he edits some photos for an art project he's been assigned. The sun has long set now and you're staring at the ceiling in boredom. "Pete!~ I'm bored. It's supposed to be our movie night." You whine and throw a pillow at his head which Peter catches with ease, of course, like he always does. "Sorry, sorry. I got distracted. Go get the blankets from my room and I'll make popcorn for us." Pete sighs and gets up from his spot on the floor. You let out a cheer and quickly rush away to his room. Gathering the blankets in your arms, you spot a strangely familiar red and blue outfit with black lines sticking out of the laundry hamper. Waddling over, your arms still holding the blankets, you go to peek, but Peter calls your name for you to hurry up. Reluctantly you turn around and trot back to the living room, where Peter is waiting with a bowl of popcorn on the couch. "Come sit down, cutie." He says, patting the spot next to him.

You pause at the nickname, drawn back to last night in the alleyway, before Peter's voice cuts through the memory to pull you back to reality. "Huh? Oh sorry. Yeah." You mumble and plop down next to your friend. Peter throws an arm around you and the two of you cuddle up to each other as the intro music plays. Peter was always so warm. He made you feel safe with his warmth and the comforting smell of leather and cinnamon, this time accompanied by the buttery smell of popcorn. You liked him; god, what a cliche. Crushing on your hot best friend who'd never like you back, or so you assumed. 

Two movies later, you're barely awake, head resting on Peter's shoulder and fully buried under the mound of blankets. Peter chuckles softly to himself and looks down at you, his hand going to brush through your messy hair. You let out a whine and shift in your seat. "Hey, cutie. Wake up. You gotta go back to your apartment. You still have an essay to write. It's two hours until midnight." He says, shaking you a little. "Fuck, okay, I'm up. Thanks for the wake-up call." You mumble with a yawn and stretch before rolling off the couch. Peter stands up and helps you gather your things together. "No problem. Someone has to save you from your procrastination habit." He teases as the two of you shuffle out the door. It's windy outside as Peter walks you home. It's an unspoken habit with you both. You never ask him to come with you and he never says anything about it, just dutifully accompanying you down the street to your apartment complex. 

"Thanks again for walking me home, Pete." You say softly to him, standing on the steps in front of him. "No problem at all. Just making sure you're safe, especially after last night." He replies, rubbing the back of his neck. "Anyway, I'll see you tomorrow Y/N." The two of you say your goodbyes and you disappear inside to go up to your apartment. Peter waits on the street outside for a moment longer as if he's making sure you're safely inside. He sighs and runs a hand through his fluffy brown hair as he walks back. "God, Parker. You're really gonna blow your cover if you keep this up. You're really being stupid because of your pretty best friend." He scolds himself quietly. "But maybe, maybe that isn't so bad…." 

Time Skip

Three weeks. Three weeks you've seen more of Spider-Man than you have in your whole life. He's outside the bar every night you have the closing shift and walks you home without fail, no complaint, and he won't take no for an answer. He reminds you of Peter in that sense, when he first started walking you home after your late-night hangouts. You've gotten to know more about him, too, his favorite color, snack, drink, movie, and many other things but never who he is or what he looks like. Tonight is different, though. Tonight when you walk out, he's not there. The walk back is longer, it seems and so lonely. You've grown fond of the masked hero's company over the last few weeks and you'd be lying if you weren't a little worried. You get back into your apartment and sigh, deciding to try and fix your mood with a cup of hot cocoa. 

You move around the kitchen slowly and hum to yourself softly, some random tune that's been stuck in your head. Then a tapping noise sounds from behind you from your balcony door. You whip around and let out a yelp as you see the red and blue-clad figure standing there, leaning on the railing heavily. Your initial panic turns into worry as you scramble over to him and open the doors. "Oh my god! What happened to you?" You ask frantically, noticing the large gashes across his chest that ooze a crimson color. "Um, big lizard dude attacked me. Sorry to drop in like this, but… I couldn't think of where else to go." He laughs weakly as you ease him inside and lead him to your bedroom, lying him back on the bed. "Well, a hospital would have been a smarter choice, but it's fine." You say sarcastically to hide your panic.

"Take your suit off. Screw your secret identity, no offense, because I need to disinfect that… well, all of that." You say, scrambling to find the first aid kit. "Y/N, Y/N, calm down. Breathe okay. It's gonna be okay." He says with a groan as he takes off the main part of his suit to reveal his chest, but his mask stays on. "Okay? You are literally bleeding out on my bed right now. How is this okay?" You snap, walking back in with the kit in hand. "Sorry… just sit down." He sits down with a sigh, and you start gently cleaning the wounds. Luckily, they aren't as bad as they first looked. Spider-Man watches you closely and occasionally lets out a pained hiss as you tend to his injuries, but the room is silent otherwise. Once you finish wrapping his torso, the masked man takes your hand and squeezes softly. His hand is warm, calloused and it feels so familiar, like home. "Thank you. For putting up with me. For helping." The man says quietly, his voice unsure and shy. You nod and squeeze his hand back. "Of course. Someone has to look out for Spider-Man too." You smile softly with a weak laugh.  

"Yeah, I suppose you're right. Y/N, I wanna tell you something, but you have to promise you won't freak out or tell anyone." The masked figure says, playing with your fingers nervously. You tilt your head and nod, raising an eyebrow at him. "Okay. Yeah, I promise not to tell. As for the freakout… I'll try no promises." You say and the boy takes a deep breath as his fingers slip from your hold. He swallows thickly and his hands go up to the hem of his mask hesitantly. 'This is dumb, Parker, but no going back now.' He thinks to himself before pulling off the mask in one quick tug. Brown hair, familiar sharp features, and pink lips. 'Peter fucking Parker, you absolute dipshit!" You roar, smacking the side of his head lightly. "You idiot, you could have gotten yourself killed. Why didn't you tell me sooner? Especially after you saved me in that alley?" You ask quickly, giving him a glare as you cross your arms before sighing. "Peter…" You start, but he cuts you off, pulling you close to him. "Hey, hey. I'm sorry. Okay? I would have told you sooner, but it was never a good time and I want to keep you safe. I would never forgive myself if anything happened to you." He starts, looking up at you with pleading eyes. "I should have told you after the alleyway, I mean, I even slipped up, but I panicked and just left after dropping you off. I just care about you so much and I want to keep you safe. I know what I do is dangerous and puts you at risk, but I just- I really like you and can't keep hiding that." The brunette rambles before you roll your eyes and lean forward, pressing your lips to his. Peter freezes up before pulling you closer, deepening the kiss. You pull back for a breath of air and run a hand through his hair. "Just shut up, Parker. You talk too much. I like you too." You breathe out and then press your lips to his one more time. Maybe you could forgive him for keeping this a secret for so long, especially if you got to kiss him like this more often. Soft lips with the smell of leather and cinnamon.

I Lied

Loki x Gender neutral! Reader, a lil Thor x Gender Neutral! Reader

Word Count: 1104 

Song Rec: I Lied by Lord Huron

Warnings: Not main timeline MCU! Angst, sadness, infidelity, character death, blood. Just your run of the mill angst fic I guess. :/

Summary: You and Loki are in love. So in love and everything is so perfect, but time slips through your fingers like sand and life marches, even without those you love, and one lie can change everything. 

Green eyes and that sweet smile. He was always so charming in everything he did, even when he was being a mischievous little shit, but maybe that's why you loved him. Because even after everything he's done, he came home to you. Loki did it all for you. Every scheme, every act was for you, he said. It was how he showed he cared, or at least it was. After the Battle of New York, you pleaded for him to stop, to change his ways. And he did. "I swear, love. I'll be better for you. I can change for you. If that's what it will take to keep you, then I am willing to change." The tall Asgardian whispers, his hands holding yours and the look in his eyes is so sincere. So sweet and full of hope and love. It was all going to be okay because he said so and Loki would do anything to keep his word to you. 

You were happy together and everything was okay for once. Warm sunny days spent lying together in the courtyard gardens, hands intertwined as the breeze rustles through the leaves and grass. The sweet smell of wines and summer ales filled the air, accompanied by the smell of the current feast inside the looming castle. Loki never liked the parties there. He always felt like an outsider, a shadow, but you made him feel real and that he was seen as more than the mischievous prince of trickery. Loki cherished every moment you spent together. Committed every tiny detail to memory so that he could remember it all as the years went by. 'This is what love is. True, real love.' He thinks to himself as he looks over at you. Your eyes closed, the small blissful smile on your lips as the sun shone on your skin, bathing you in a golden glow. "I love you." He whispers, leaning closer to brush his lips against yours. "I love you too. I'll never love somebody else, I swear." You respond, kissing him again and again like you were the only two people left in the world. 

Then he was gone. Fell to his death off the Bifrost while defending Asgard from a surprise attack by Svartalfheim. He died a hero, they said.  You mourned him, cried for him almost every night, it seemed. You felt alone, so alone without him there. It didn't last long, however. Comfort was never too far away, it seemed. There was a reprieve in the aching and hurt when you fell into his arms. Thor held you close and let you cry into his chest as much as needed. He grieved with you over the loss of his brother, for Odin knows how long. Over time the pain dulled, the memories faded and life went on. Things were okay again. You had another reason to live, someone else to cling to for warmth. Tall, strong, golden hair and so sweet. A gentle giant, your new source of light in the world. Thor was always there to dry your tears, to pick you up every time you fell down. You loved him. 'This is what love is. True, real love.' You thought to yourself and not for a moment did you remember your promise to the fallen god, Loki. 

In the shadows of the courtyard, under the moonlight, the figure cloaked in green watches on. Watches the embrace you and Thor share, the kisses, the looks of absolute bliss. It hurts far too much to mention. He's been replaced. Replaced so easily in your heart by his own brother. But above all of that, it hurts the most when he realizes you lied. Every moment shared, kiss, touch, and declaration of love was all a lie. A lie he couldn't live with or even see coming. 

Nothing could mend back the pieces of his broken heart now. His hope of rushing back to your arms with a sly grin and a cheeky, "did you miss me" was dashed instantly. Loki was alone again, all alone. Everything hurt. Every fiber of his being screamed in agony like his broken heart. Betrayal was something familiar but to be on the receiving end was something entirely new. Loki was angry at everything now, angry at Thor, angry at you, and someone had to pay the price. Someone had to answer for his suffering. 

Maybe you should have seen it coming. Should have known that he would come back; Loki always was a clever one. "Did you miss me, love?" He asks in a cold tone from the shadows of your private quarters. "Loki? Oh gods, Loki, is that you? You're alive! I've missed you. Of course, I have." You cry tearfully as you rush to the tall cloaked figure, throwing your arms around his body. Loki looks down and embraces you one last time before a sharp pain pierces your side. You slump in his hold, but the man steps back, pulling the dagger from your stomach as the red color drips onto the floor like the wine you drank in summer so long ago. 

"Loki? Loki, why?" Your voice is weak and pained as you clutch the searing wound and look up at the dark-haired god. "Don't pretend, love. Don't pretend you care now. You lied. You swore that you would never love another, but you lied. And for that, you had to pay the price." The god says before snuffing you out like the last candle at the bedside table. A hum of energy crackles from behind him and a glowing light fills the room. Footsteps are heavy as they approach the young god and Loki knows this is his end without even turning around. "She lied to me, brother. She left me for you and you… you took her from me." Loki says, tears threatening to fall down his face. 

"No brothers here, Loki. Loki Laufeyson, you are under arrest by orders of the TVA for deviating from the sacred timeline." Hunter B-15 says firmly before the group descends on the variant, dragging him away. The branch in the timeline is snuffed out and Loki is hauled away, paying the price for his crime. Your body is vaporized and is forgotten by everyone, everyone but Loki. Loki, who thinks of you in his final moments before being pruned. He wonders if things were different, if you were in another timeline, if he didn't die, if you didn't… if you didn't lie to him… could you have been happy together. But happiness isn't possible for a Loki variant. All they get is pain, suffering and fall to the same fate of dying alone.

Warm

Bucky x Gender neutral! Reader

Wordcount: 929

Warnings: It’s a little sad, allusions to Bucky’s past, nothing major I think but let me know if I missed anything! 

Summary: The bed is cold when you wake up and Bucky is gone. Reliving the past and drifting ever farther away. Someone has to pull him back to reality. Something has to keep him warm. 

Cotton sheets, soft mattress, the smell of fading sandalwood, vanilla, and a cold chill. Cold? No, cold shouldn't be right. It should be warm; he should be there to make it warm. You open your eyes groggily and look around the darkened room. The sharp beams of moonlight peak through the curtains into the small empty space. Nothing was decorated much. A few knickknacks, framed photos of moments long ago mixed in with newer, softer memories. Everything was washed in cool tones, blues and greys, but it was him. It was all undeniably him in every way. 

You slide out of bed, the soft pitter-patter of feet on hardwood floors, and make your way to the kitchen. The faint glow of light shining down the narrow hall like a beacon tells you where he is in the vast house. You round the corner and see his back facing you. He's hunched over the countertop, brown hair a mess, breathing labored like he just ran a marathon, and the dull sound of sniffles reaches your ears. "Bucky? Buck, are you okay?" You call out to the former soldier in a gentle voice as you approach. His back straightens and he nods his head weakly, swallowing thickly before his gruff Brooklyn accent cuts through the silence. "I'm fine, doll. Just… Just couldn't sleep tonight. Go back to bed." He says, but you step closer, sitting at the counter next to him. 

You reach out and lace your fingers with his right hand. Warm, it's all so warm again now that he's here. "Nightmares again? Do you wanna talk about it?" You ask, knowing the answer will be like all the other times before this, 'No, it's fine.' 'No, I don't want to worry you.' 'No, let's go back to bed.' and every other excuse he gave before. "I remember everything." Bucky's voice breaks you from your thoughts. He sounds scared, sad, like a broken, worn down man, but that's precisely what he is. A broken man who's seen too much pain, too much hurt, and far too much death. You squeeze his hand softly, hoping to provide some form of reassurance, and look up at his crystal blue eyes. They seem so distant, like the man in front of you is a million miles away. 

"I remember everything. Every person, everything I did. All of it. It's always there and I didn't do anything to stop it. I just watched. I let it happen. I-..." He's cut off by a choked sob, his metal hand covering his mouth as his shoulders shake. Your arms wrap around his large frame, pulling him into a warm embrace. Warm…Something he lived without for so long. Something he didn't even realize he craved until the winter ended. One hand reaches up and rests in his now short hair, guiding his head to rest on your shoulder. The longer hair brought up too many memories and reminders of the past. "It's okay. You're okay. Just breathe… I'm here." You whisper, rubbing his back in small circles as the man weeps. His fingers clinging to your nightshirt like it's the only thing keeping him grounded anymore. 

"I want it to stop. I want it to go away. I- I don't want to remember being him. I want to go back to being me, being Bucky, and being anyone but that thing." He hiccups weakly and buries his face into the crook of your neck, his hot tears seeping into the fabric. You've read the files and seen what he did under the control of Hydra. None of that was the man before you now. Bucky could never do such things of his own free will; you knew that. You knew everything the assassin did, yet this is the first time he ever spoke a word of it to you. For the first time in 2 years of dating, he tells you what actually keeps him up at night, why he wakes up in tears or thrashing wildly. "You're not him, Bucky. None of that was you. None of it. No matter what your mind wants to think or who tells you otherwise, it wasn't you. You are James Buchanan Barnes. No one else but that. I can't take away the memories, I can't take away the hurt, but I can be there to remind you that is not who you are." You breathe out as he hiccups again, his body slumping against yours more and more by the second. "I can be there to dry the tears, bring you back, keep you safe, and keep you warm. Whatever you need, just tell me."

Warm… warm like the hand that weaves through his brown hair. Warm like the sun on the day you dragged him out to the beach. Warm like the fire burning away in the fireplace of the small log cabin you both hid away in last winter. He craved your warmth. The warmth he never had, the one he hadn't felt in years. He needed it desperately, maybe more than he could even admit to himself. "Stay? Please stay." Bucky's voice is muffled against the fabric of your shirt and he sounds so broken, so tired. "Just stay and hold me. It's… It's cold without you here." He whimpers as you tighten your hold on him, pressing a chaste kiss to his temple. "Of course, I'll stay, Bucky. I'm not going anywhere." You murmur and for the first time, he knows someone is telling the truth. Someone will stay; you'll stay and keep him warm. 

Master List

A collection of all my works! 

All works are gender neutral unless specified otherwise!

✿ Fluff

♥Smut

☁Angst

~Bucky Barnes~

Warm✿☁

~Loki Laufeyson~

I Lied☁

~Peter Parker~ (The Peter Trio)

 Leather & Cinnamon✿☁