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ateotd-izzy · 10 months

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ceilings | stiles stilinski x fem!reader

part one | PART TWO (requested by @mysticallystilinski)

summary: after going through her memories and finally remembering stiles, y/n is confident that he’s back. so she goes with lydia and malia to find him.

warnings: FLUFF, some swearing, this is more parts of the episode rather than me just making it up but yk

taglist: @brvceyamada

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“y/n?” scott’s voice brought you out of your head.

"where is he?" you turned to face him. “you guys saw him? right? it was working.”

“what?”

“stiles. he was right here. didn’t you guys see him? the light?” you gestured to the empty hall in front of you.

“we didn't see anyone.” malia stated.

"no." you looked down the corridor again, your voice echoing around the walls. "he was here. i know it."

"alright, come on." malia put her hands on your shoulders. "back inside."

she and lydia led you back into the room and scott closed the door behind you all. or he went to.

liam appeared in the doorway and stopped it from closing last second.

"liam..." scott sighed in relief.

"there's something you need to see." liam said to him.

"you're still here."

"but everyone else is gone. all of them. they're all gone."

your heart probably would've sunk if you weren't dead set on the thought that stiles was back.

you ignored the rest of the conversation between liam and scott and tried to think about exactly where stiles could be. where you would find him.

"in case stiles comes back?"

your head shot up at lydia's words.

"if there's hope, you need to keep trying." scott told the three of you.

you knew stiles wouldn't think to come to argent's bunker, but you kept quiet as scott left with liam.

you waited about ten minutes before heading for the door.

“um, excuse me?” lydia scoffed, getting your attention. “where do you think you’re going?”

“where does it look? i’m going to find stiles.”

“scott told us to stay in case he shows up here.” lydia stated.

“okay, we all know stiles would never come here.” malia pointed out, joining you at the door, and you nodded in agreement.

“see? we need to find him.” you stated. the look lydia gave you was one of disbelief. “look, if he was gonna show up here, he would’ve. but he hasn’t, so…”

lydia didn’t say anything.

“please, lydia?” you begged. “please?”

“fine.” she caved and the three of you quickly left the bunker.

you ended up in the school parking lot just a few minutes later where stiles’ jeep had been left since he disappeared.

instead now the car was gone.

hope sparked in your chest as you examined the tire marks on the ground in front of you.

“they look fresh.” lydia noted.

“it’s from stiles’ jeep.” malia agreed. “it must’ve just left.”

“without his keys?” lydia asked incredulously.

“he used a screwdriver to start it up half the time.” you spoke up, not looking at your friends.

“then he’s here.” malia spoke.

“we have to tell scott.” lydia stated.

looking up, you noticed train tracks running across the school’s lawn and into the building.

“yeah, well, we should probably tell scott about that too.” you stood up and started walking over.

lydia and malia exchanged a look and the three of you headed into the school.

after reaching the library and finding the train station inside, and soon after finding peter, getting malia to get him out of the ghost riders’ world and into your own, there was a fight and you and lydia had to run out of the library, leaving malia and peter alone to fight the ghost riders.

“shit, where’s—” your voice seemed to disappear as you spoke.

both you and lydia had turned around to face the library, but you had this feeling.

your heart sped up and it was like a rush. like how you had felt before when you went through your memories.

the feeling you had around stiles.

you started heading down the hallway without another word.

“y/n? where on earth…” lydia sighed and followed after quickly.

it was like something was pulling you through the school, down the different hallways.

a gunshot not too far ahead got you to speed up.

“scott, i can’t fight this guy!” stiles’ voice shouted from one of the locker rooms and you frantically grabbed lydia’s arm, pulling her to the room as another gunshot went off.

“no, no, no.” you muttered as you did so, before you reached the doorway.

inside the room was a ghost rider pointing his gun right at someone’s head.

stiles stood before the ghost rider, looking exactly like he did when you last saw him.

the same red flannel, the same hairstyle, everything.

you covered your ears as lydia screamed, sending the ghost rider flying into the lockers ahead.

when she stopped you pushed your way into the room properly and froze as stiles stared back at the two of you in shock.

“stiles…” you breathed out, a smile tugging on your lips.

you both then rushed towards each other, meeting halfway and connecting your lips in a kiss.

his hands cupped your face like they had so many times before, and your hands were in his hair, trying to keep him as close to you as possible.

you never wanted to let go of him.

the missing piece to your puzzle had finally been found, and now the picture was complete.

in that moment, you didn’t care about the ghost riders, or lydia, who had stepped out of the room for a moment. the only thing you cared about was him.

stiles.

the three whole months without him had been the longest of your life. even if you couldn’t remember him.

the two of you pulled apart and his arms found their way around you.

“oh, god.” he mumbled into your shoulder, hugging you tight.

you took his face in your hands and just examined him. you took in all his features as if it were the first time you had ever seen him.

he was real. and he was right in front of you.

“i thought i had lost you.” you whispered, the tears finally starting to brim in your eyes. “i don’t know what i would’ve done…”

you trailed off, getting lost in his brown eyes.

his eyes.

you hugged him tightly again.

“i love you so much.” he whispered in your ear. “god, i’ve missed you.”

“you don’t know how much i’ve missed you.” you said with a slight chuckle. “oh, my god.”

he smiled and leaned in, pressing his lips against yours again.

“i still can’t…” your hand brushed some of his hair that sat slightly over his forehead. “i mean, you exist. you’re here.”

“i’m here,” he wrapped his arms around you again. “and i don’t want to leave you ever again.”

you hugged him back tight, your arms slotting into place around his torso just under his own arms.

lovely to just stay there with him.

“you ready for our last day of high school ever?” you asked stiles quietly.

the two of you were lying in his bed, under the covers and in pyjamas, facing each other.

the last day of senior year.

“no.” he whispered and you smiled softly.

you slotted your hand into his. “that’s okay.”

“yeah.”

it had taken some time, but everything had slowly begun going back to normal.

or your definition of ‘normal.’

normal was you and stiles lying in bed at 6:30 in the morning when you were supposed to be getting ready for school.

it still felt impossible for you to be looking at him again. touching him again. kissing him again.

with one hand in his and the other tucked under your head, you just stared at stiles with a smile.

“what’re you looking at, weirdo?” he asked, his beautiful smile slipping onto his face.

“you.” you leaned forward and pecked him on the lips.

“woah. very bold.”

“it’s ‘cause you’re kinda cute.” you shrugged, holding back a smile.

stiles rolled over and grabbed his phone off the nightstand. “you know i might have to call my girlfriend and tell her this very pretty girl is making moves on me.”

you rolled your eyes as he held his phone to his ear, your phone ringing seconds later.

“well, would you look at that?” he grinned, hanging up the call and dropping his phone onto the bed. “you’re my girlfriend.”

“you’re such a dork.” you laughed. “and so cheesy.”

“you love me.” he whispered against your lips before kissing you.

of course the door opened at that very second.

“okay, you two, enough canoodling and start getting your butts to school.” sheriff stilinski ordered, coffee mug in hand, and stiles groaned. “last day!”

stilinski forced a small cheer and you chuckled, copying the cheer.

“there’s the enthusiasm.” noah nodded and walked back down the hallway.

“dad, close the door!” stiles called after him.

“get ready for school!” noah yelled back.

the two of you, stiles more begrudgingly, did end up getting ready for your last day and sat down in his jeep.

“you ready now?” you asked stiles as he put the keys into the ignition.

“nope.” he started up the car.

“me neither.”

stiles turned his head to meet your eyes and smiled.

and it feels like the end of a movie i’ve seen before

you smiled back and he started driving, both of you totally unprepared to leave high school, but ready to start the rest of your lives. together.

before

a/n: i feel like this isn’t as good (or as long) as the first part but i still hope you guys like it

#stiles stilinski x reader #stiles stilinski #dylan o’brien #dylan o’brien x reader #teen wolf #teen wolf fanfiction #stiles stilinski oneshot #part two #ceilings lizzy mcalpine #ceilings #stiles stilinksi smut #stiles stilinksi fanfiction #void stiles #scott mccall #lydia martin #malia tate #liam dunbar #lizzy mcalpine

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kairiscorner · 9 months

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a request for you, if its okay!! you've been such an amazing writer and kind to others, its amazing!! ! again, IF its okay with you!! ! just friends to lovers with noir and an oblivious reader who gets flustered a lot by noir?? have a lovely day!!!

OH HI ANON :DDD ofc it's okay !! i love hearing y'all's requests, sorry i haven't been accepting them for a little while ! and i hope this is any good :'DD

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

summary: you didn't understand just what this feeling meant, why you would freeze up and lose yourself when you were around him. it wasn't uncomfortable, but you didn't want to feel like you were going crazy over him.

word count: 1,109

oh the things this man does to you, you can't even begin to describe--because you never realized it was because of him, or that your feelings were anything but platonic for him. you were a very dear friend to peter benjamin parker, and he was a dear friend to you, too. you both knew each other from inside and out, knew each other's little habits, noticed little changes in each other's appearances, could tell what the other was thinking just by glancing at their face--you two were just the closest to each other.

he was always a sweetheart towards you, no matter how aloof he appeared to others. he always offered to carry your things for you, asked you how your day went, complimented you in outfits he'd never seen you in before, snapped photos of you when you let him because he's genuinely never seen anyone who looked as amazing as you do naturally. and you could say it's just butterflies in your stomach because of how intense his gaze towards you can be, but you swear you feel a little tingly when he looks at you like that, when he does things for you, butters you up just a little when in reality he truly does means it.

you couldn't tell why you felt so different around peter, like you were a lot more self-conscious before you'd meet up with him--fussing over such little details about your outfit, your hair, your everything. but that self-consciousness would met away when he'd smile at you and flatter you with praise about how lovely you looked that day. and then, you'd feel that familiar light, airy feeling; that feeling you get when all his attention is on you, when everything in the world slows down just a little to prolong the time you two have together.

this feeling drove you a little mad, it kept you up at night for days on end at times, with you asking yourself just what changed? what changed in you that you'd notice peter's dimples a lot more when he grinned? what changed in you that you felt a shiver up your spine when he'd accidentally put his hand over yours? what changed in you that you found yourself gazing at his lovely red lips when you two were face to face?

you tried convincing yourself you just missed him was all, but how could you miss him? you two met up every day before and after work as much as you could, you two spent every weekend together, for goodness' sake! it was more than just missing him, you... oh, you couldn't find the right word for it. you ended your nights with the bleak hope that this feeling that confused you so would leave you be the next morning. but alas, it worsened.

you'd wake up searching for him, and you realized, you've been dreaming about him. it got to the point where you stopped hanging out with peter before work, then it extended to not hanging out with him after work. during weekends, you excused yourself to him, saying you had errands to run, things to do. altogether, you two stopped hanging out for a week, all in the hopes that you wouldn't feel this way about him anymore. but you longed for him even more now that he wasn't with you.

neither of you could take it anymore, you had to tell him how you felt. it was a heavy weight on you to deal with these feelings alone, and despite how difficult it seemed, you had a feeling that telling him would lessen the burden. so you picked up the telephone one evening and called him, and immediately, you heard his voice on the other end. "hello--" "peter, i think i'm... i think i'm crazy about you." you confessed, leaving peter confused on the other end.

"doll, what do you mean?" he asked, perplexed, causing you to become even more frustrated. "look, even i don't know! i just know that, for a long time now, i've felt so... so weird about us." you explained in a soft voice as you twirled the cord of the telephone on your finger. "i find myself staring at your dimples when i catch you smiling, me freezing up when you accidentally touch my hand, and when you look into my eyes... i find my gaze going down to your lips. i've gone nights without sleeping because i always find myself thinking about you!" you admitted, feeling a ton of embarrassment rushing through your veins.

peter was silent on the other end for a little bit, when he realized you were finished, he chuckled a little. "are you saying you... feel the same way i do for you?" he asked with a slight crack in his voice, evidence of his flustered expression. your eyes went wide as he said that. "the same way you do for..." "yes, doll, the same was you do for me." he finished with a tone of embarrassment, similar to yours.

"i think i... i think i love you, doll. i've loved you for heaven knows how long." he said with an awkward slight chuckle. you felt incredibly flustered when you heard him say that word, that he loves you, that he's loved you for a long time now. "...i think i love you, too, peter." you replied bashfully, with a grin on your face that just grew the moment you heard him put down the phone on its side as he rejoiced in the background. "well... can we... go back to hanging out like before? it's just that, you know... we'd be on a date then?" he suggested, trying to sound cool, but ended up sounded so, so flustered.

"i'd love to, pete." you said, to which he rejoiced again away from the phone. "meet you tomorrow at the station at 6:30, i'll be there with a big bouquet of violets." he promised, and you giggled. "you called the poppies we saw on the way home from work last time violets." you reminded him, which caused him to blush from the tips of his ears down to his collarbone. "r-right... right, why not i get you a big bouquet of poppies? you're prettier than all of the flowers we've seen, though. i know you know it." he complimented you, which made you giggle a little. "stop it, pete..." "never. not when i have the sweetest lover in the whole world with me on the phone. brace yourself, love, you're gonna go another restless night thinking about me, because i know i'll be dreaming about you all over again."

tags !! @thecoolerdor @miguelswifey04 @sabcandoit @binibinileonara @k4tsu3 @luvstarrstruck @connors-cumslurper @maxoloqy @fictarian

#spider noir #spider noir x reader #spider noir x you #spider noir x y/n #spider noir fluff #atsv #atsv x reader #atsv x you #atsv x y/n #atsv fluff #atsv imagines

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oncillabrigade · 2 months

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I feel like I see a lot of fan authors/artists depicting Jason and Tim (and sometimes Steph) as unrelentingly mean to Damian in public, and that doesn't ring true to me. I haven't read the comics since before Damian was introduced (Wayne Family Adventures pulled me back in, and oh man there are fun DC comics these days!) so maybe I'm missing some canon examples of that... but I feel like every single child in that family gets how awful it is to be in the spotlight at a young age. They remember how awkward and exhausting it was to always smile for the camera, always be perfectly behaved, always uphold the ideal of what a Wayne adoptee should be. It didn't matter how you felt; you had to act the part. And they wouldn't make that harder for anyone.

Detailed thoughts below the fold!

Acting like a Perfect Wayne Kid™️ must be easier for Tim than for his siblings, because he was already playing that game as a Drake. But that doesn't mean it wasn't excruciating, especially for someone as introverted and wonderfully weird as Tim. Honestly, I think he'd be a mine of useful information for the later additions to the family!

I can see him at a charity dinner next to Cass, indicating which utensil comes next, murmuring, "I know, it's ridiculous. And there's no real reason, which makes it so hard to remember. But you're doing great." I can see him helping Duke practice the "right" laugh before a party: "Not too loud, not too real, not too many teeth showing. These people are terrified of genuine emotion, but in a shittier way than Bruce is." And I can most certainly see him talking Damian through how to leave a room when there are TOO. MANY. PEOPLE and the walls are closing in, showing him escape routes at different venues, explaining, "you don't want to use the bathroom excuse too many times in a row. People notice and tabloids start saying you have an eating disorder. I'll text you a list of alternate reasons to leave a conversation."

What I cannot see is Tim leaving anyone out to dry in the hell of high society. Even if Dami were driving him NUTS, I don't think Tim would call him a brat, insult him outright, or badmouth him to others. I think the worst thing he'd do is roll his eyes with humorous exaggeration and say, "okay, Damian, you've done your little brotherly duties--go talk to your friends, okay?" He could be SEETHING about a horrific fight 30 minutes before their appearance and play it off as, "haha, well, all brothers bug each other sometimes." And then he'd pivot, flawlessly, to a positive comment about the whole family, Dami included. Tim Drake, world champion of compartmentalization, fiercely loyal and kindhearted, is not giving the press a single bad word about his siblings. He is smiling and saying all the right things.

And then... then, there's Jason.

Jason understands, firsthand, how hard being inducted into the world of Perfect Wayne Behavior™️ is. Can you imagine Jason Peter Todd going through that? It's not just that he was in a new world, where money and food and clothes were a given, not a hard-won prize. It's not just that there were a million new rules to memorize (how to wear a suit, inscrutable dining etiquette, passive aggression instead of speaking your mind when angry, etc.). It's not just that he was suddenly thrust in the limelight at a young age, thrown in at the deep end of child stardom. It's not just that he was inevitably compared to Dick, who's naturally charismatic in a way that made his rambunctiousness forgivable by Gotham's elite. It's not just that he was simultaneously learning to be a Wayne AND a Robin, which was both mentally and physically exhausting.

No, it was all that PLUS who Jason was when he had just been adopted. Picture him: a kid from Crime Alley, recently out of a school for troubled youth, mourning the loss of his mother, and WAY too fucking smart not to see the condescension in the eyes of his new dad's peers. He was treading water constantly in every aspect of life, occasionally managing to float... all while the press and high society watched intently and judged him like he was swimming in the Olympics. Being Robin gave him magic, but god, he must have used so much of it up on just getting through public appearances.

I refuse to believe that someone who went through that would belittle or humiliate anyone doing the same. Especially when it comes to Damian. Damian, who comes from a world where physical prowess is the ultimate trump card, now trapped in a conversation where mentioning that prowess means he loses status. Damian, who knows the worst physical pain you can imagine and takes it as all in a day's work, struggling to contain his disdain for someone complaining about their tennis elbow. Damian, who was exposed to the worst aspects of humanity before he could form permanent memories, staring in disbelief at a kid his age saying the teacher who gave them an hour of detention is SO evil. Damian, who had mastered the rules of the League, discovering that the rules of Gotham high society are SO different that his prior knowledge is actively disadvantaging him.

I cannot imagine Jason seeing Damian as anything other than a fellow kid trapped in the pool with all eyes on him.

So Jason will do what he's always done: stand up for someone in need. Because Damian IS in need, no matter how much of a pain-in-the-ass he might be. That means Jay is telling the press about how smart Damian is, how good he is with animals, how proud the whole family is of his art. It means he's wearing suit pants with deep pockets so Damian's emotional support plushie is on hand at all times. It means he's using his bulk to clear the way to the balcony when the kid needs air and quiet. It means he's verbally eviscerating the posh knob who called Dami a brat, because NO ONE outside the family gets to say that shit about Jason fucking Todd's baby brother.

I don't care how annoyed they are with each other--bat kids hang together in the face of danger. And make no mistake: being a Perfect Wayne™️ is one of the most dangerous missions they face.

#batfam #jason todd #tim drake #cassandra cain #duke thomas #damian wayne #edited for grammar and formatting

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witchthewriter · 3 months

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𝕾𝖍𝖎𝖕 𝖋𝖔𝖗 @blodgmonster.

I apologise so damn hard for the wait. I haven't been feeling well and only now am I up to it. I am so so so sorry xx

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑷𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒂 𝑴𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒌! He is the ultimate perfect boyfriend/partner/husband/friend/best friend/aquaintance. I also ship you two because you would be such a great match. Golden retriever boyfriend but his bark is as bad as his bite. He will protect you to no end. Peeta is just so ... smitten, he's so excited to be around you. He just wants to know you, see you, make you happy!!!

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

Is THE MOST gentlest man ever. Whenever he wakes you up, it's so soothing that you instantly fall back to sleep every time. You've told him to yell at you or something to actually get you up and out of bed

Speaking of bed, Peeta likes to take the side where the easiest entries/exists is, so that he can protect you if anything were to happen

Loves back tickles and whenever you stop, he'll move your hand back to his skin

Does cry here and there, especially at night when he has nightmares. He hates waking you up or talking about it - he doesn't want to weigh you down with his baggage

Is definitely the type of partner to find cool things and bring them back to you. Like: "look at this weirdly shaped rock I found!"

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Say Yes To Heaven by Lana Del Rey

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Exhausted (Peeta) x 100% the reason (You)

Calm bf x Hyper gf

Found Family

𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Always On His Mind

(whatever decisions he makes, you're considered. you're a person that he cannot live without.)

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖

Your passion and creativity. Peeta's noticed the glint in your eye when you get an idea, or when your passionate about something. I.e., he knows when you're about to rip someones head off or you're about to say the most brilliant thing he's ever heard. It's so endearing!

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅

I think you would actually be the best of friends with Cinna, or Finnick. They both have this cool exterior, but on the inside there's always something churning. They're smart, no, intelligent - almost wise. But ready to put their lives on the line in this world. It's their passion, the same you have.

𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆

A mix of Johanna and Prim, like 50% each. Soft and hard. Dominant and submissive. Red and white. You can be bold, loud and brash. But you have such a sweetness about you. You want the best for people. You want the world to be better.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒕

With the districts now free, and no one controlling the citizens of Panem with a gun to the head, many things that weren't there before are now starting to reappear.

Dogs for pets were nearly unheard of. Well, not just dogs, but most animals. Now, with more free time, you and Peeta found a lil pup out in the forest.

A sweet girl who was hungry, and small for her size. But she was a fighter, and obviously you took her home.

She became Peeta's best friend, following him everywhere, tail wagging. It was honestly just two golden retrievers doing silly things together. But you loved watching them.

She protects you like nothing you've ever seen. Even when known people come to visit, she's right in front of you, making sure you're safe.

𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐀

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑬𝒅𝒎𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝑷𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒆! He is so empathetic, so sympathetic, he just understands others... unless they annoy him. But I think Ed is one of the most open-minded, fair, humble and soft-hearted of the men in Narnia. Caspian is too hot-headed and you would clash, Peter is too headstrong, Tumnus - well I have a feeling it wouldn't work out.

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

Ed will get you absolutely anything you want. But it got so bad that Peter and the other siblings/rulers had to put aside a fund and that certain amount could only be used on you (he's LAVISHING on you)

Will stare at you from across the room/hall/chamber. He always needs to locate you in a crowd and make sure you're okay. Even when he's in the middle of a conversation, he'll keep talking but scan through the crowd

Always wants to hold your hand, no matter where you are. He doesn't care if it makes him look soft, even in front of those he needs to intimidate. He just wants to hold your fricken hand :'(

Prefers to spend his time alone with you somewhere secluded. Like in a field or a quiet part of the woods.

Blushes extremely easily. Like... he blushes every goddamn day. Even f you're just looking at him,, he blushes, bump next to him,, blush. (Susan thought he was sick for a while)

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Wait A Minute by WILLOW

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Short & bossy (You) x Tall & follows them around (Ed)

Oblivious (You) x Constantly admiring them (Ed)

"Hey can I have a…" (You) x "Yes. Whatever it is. Yes." (Ed)

𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

”I love you, wholeheartedly.” (You) x “You shouldn’t, I don’t deserve it.” (Ed)

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖

How you stand up for what you believe in, no matter how hard your voice shakes. You never let anyone bully another. And you start to get a reputation of justice-bringer. It actually goes really well with Ed's title, "The Just."

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅

Lucy! Without a doubt. She would love you. And be really jealous that Edmund keeps taking you away from her. She really doesn't like sharing, especially when you get just as excited as she does about things.

𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆

A mix of Peter, Lucy, Caspian and Tumnus. Sometimes you might feel influenced to do something against your morals, but you always rectify it (Tumnus). No ones perfect. But you try your best to be the best version of you that you can be (Peter). Also you're very imaginative (Lucy), and have a fiery attitude (Caspian).

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒕

A goddamn talking unicorn.

Believed that only the worthy can be near them, much less touch and ride them.

Even Aslan was shocked to find a unicorn so comfortable around you. There's barely any as it is. But somehow you've become a beacon to the four-legged beauties.

𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐍

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

(god i just had to use that gif wtf it's so ... erotic...sexy...okay sorry ill get back in my cage).

𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑪𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑨𝑰𝑵 𝑱𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝑺𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒘! What really struck me is your passionate nature, but moreso, your ability to be yourself no matter the situation. I can just imagine the chaos you two get up to. It would be wonderful. I mean wonderful for you and Jack, but torturous for those around you - especially Gibbs.

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

Absentmindedly plays with your hair, your hands (in public), strokes your face, nibbles on your ear, squeezes your waist (only when you're alone)

You're never afraid of being captured or arrested because you know that you're Jack will always come for you. No matter how far, no matter if it's in a different dimension, he will come for you.

Let's you wear his hat, without worry that you'll lose it. He trusts you completely (it's borderline ridiculous)

And you're the only one to give him a nickname, (or not call him captain - but you do in front of other people and it boosts his ego so goddamn much).

You always sleep in the captain's quarters; and always get the most comfortable spot. However, you do want Jack to sleep next to you so it's a tight squeeze but you don't care (neither does he... but he will complain about it just to make you annoyed)

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Smooth Operator by Sade

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Love language is physical touch (Jack) x Is touch starved (You)

Commits crimes (Jack) x Accessory to crimes (You)

Wants to go on adventures together (You) x Turns any adventure into a police chase (Jack)

𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Spent so much time together that it was obvious the two of you were romantic partners. Even if neither of you said anything about it.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖

Your honesty with him. The way you tug his shirt when he's gone too far, or said the wrong thing to someone. When he makes you mad or annoyed. He loves riling you up.

But he really admires your bravery. Your courage even when you're fearful or insecure. You push through it. Especially if it's his life on the line. He's forever grateful that you're his partner (in life and in crime).

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅

ELIZABETH SWANN! She fucking adores you. Was there a moment when she had a crush on Jack? Yes. But she also had a crush on you...and secretly wished you three could be together, or four - ya know, she still loved Will.

But you have a friend for life. A Pirate King no less.

She's desperate to hear about your stories, she wants to know everything about you. You said you'd tell her, but only if she told you about herself as well.

𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆

A mix of Jack, Elizabeth and Anamaria; chaotic, thoughtful, caring, determined, fun-loving, hot-headed. Multidimensional you are. I feel as though you have a large imagination as well, so maybe Carina but not her logical side lol

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒕

This world is fantasy as well, so I NEED to give you a pet that isn't normal.

Your pet is a shapeshifting animal - but he can only become three things. A horse, a mouse and a crow. And yes he can understand you.

Jack did not like him at first. But the shifter grew on him (only because he could help you both get out of trouble.)

#ship #pair ups #match ups #personal aesthetic #potc #narnia #narnia pair ups #thg #thg match ups

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Hiiiii ! ✨

My Name's Aya, it's sooo nice to stumble upon ur blog !

I, well wanted to make a request (If u could take one ofc) cause obviously i like ur writing or else I wouldn't be here hehe...

Well, I've been thinking, How 'bout a tasm! College Peter x reader, where she owns a flower shop (she kinda stopped college bcz she dosen't have enough money to continue)

She meets peter when he came once to buy flower for his aunt and they get to y'know, joke arround and get to know each other and laugh (he's nervous, but she's cocky and funny so he gets more comfortable with her within sec) (maybe he gets interested about which flowers to pic and she helps him) (I say "she" but could also be a Gn reader no prob) and they became freind and all and she opens up to him ? Maybe he even saves her as spiderman, then she caught feeling for him, but he told her once that he have a crush on gwen so she's always here to help him pick her flowers and all (reader and gwen could be freinds or not) but basically she believes he would be happy with gwen more than he will with her because she's just stuck in her small world without money or freind.

Butt, she's also super optimistic, strong and funny so that's why he fell for her, she also is a great fan of spider-man and have theory's about his identity every time.

Anyways, so if they end up together or not that's up to you darlin' but a story like this one would be veeeeeery wholesome and cute to read ✨

Also sorry this is suuuuper long, I tried ma best to visulize the idea I have in my mind and it turns out that it's soo long sorryyy, hope you liked it though but not sure if you would like to write about it, but if u do, I would really appreciate it, have a good day/Night 💕

hello aya ! ✨ you are absolutely lovely, thank you so much for being so kind & sending a request. it’s actually my first one & I really love this idea ! the details you gave made it exciting to write so I hope I did it justice & thank u for taking the time to send this in 🤧🤍

Pairing: Tasm!Peter x Gn!reader

Warnings: None.

Aunt May has finally graduated from nursing school and Peter wants to get her something special so he decides on a nice bouquet of flowers from a local shop near his apartment.

That local shop just so happens to be yours.

When he enters, he’s nervous in typical Peter fashion, not really knowing what to do or what to ask for so he’s a rambling mess at first.

“Yeah, I’m sorry it’s just..I wanted to get a nice bouquet for someone. I didn’t want to get those pre-made ones from the grocery store though, cause they just feel like not personal, you know? And most of the time the flowers are wilted or sad looking and today’s a big day for her so I wanted to get something really special ‘cause she deserves that and you probably don’t have to know all that and I’m so sorry,” he says, avoiding your gaze as he lets out a nervous chuckle.

Thankfully you’re nice and understanding and he’s incredibly grateful that you don’t make him feel like an idiot and instead help him pick out a stunning bouquet of peach peonies, white dahlias and sprigs of baby’s breath sprinkled throughout.

He’s impressed and ecstatic and his excitement warms your heart because there’s nothing cuter than a guy being giddy over flowers.

You crack some jokes as you wrap them up and he becomes much more relaxed as the conversation progresses.

So much so that he realizes he’s actually seen you before…

“Hey. Don’t you go to Empire State? I think we had English Lit together last year?”

You purse your lips as you finish tying a white bow at the base of the bouquet.

“I used to, actually. Yeah. You’re Peter, right?”

You notice his face light up at your recognition.

“Y-yeah. Peter Parker. I haven’t seen you around campus again though. Did you transfer schools?”

“Nah. I dropped out,” you say plainly and you notice the way his eyes slightly widen before he tries to play it off.

“Turns out running a business while juggling classes and pulling all nighters for finals is an impossible task. I don’t recommend it.”

“You own this store? That’s really cool. Congrats” he says as he looks around in awe.

“Actually, it belongs to my mom. But she umm..she got really sick so she can’t work anymore. And with my dad being out of the picture and no relatives willingly to step up to the plate, I kinda had no choice but to take up the family business. It’s a good thing I like flowers,” you say with a snort.

Peter’s staring at you with a mix of pity and sympathy and although you know he means well, it makes you slightly uncomfortable because you didn’t mean to overshare so much personal information with him.

“Sorry. Can you tell that I do nothing but talk to plants all day? My social skills are literally non existent. Anyways, these are beautiful and I hope that special someone you're going to give them to likes them.”

He chuckles at this and when you respond with a raised brow, he clarifies.

“These are for my Aunt May. She just graduated from nursing school.”

You remember Peter fairly well from school. He used to sit in the row ahead of you in your Statistics class, and one day when you had overslept and showed up late, Peter handed you his notes for you to keep so you wouldn’t be completely lost.

It was a simple gesture, but it was sweet and you appreciated it till this day. So his clarification that the flowers weren’t intended for a significant other sends butterflies fluttering throughout your stomach.

Until he continues.

“There’s no special person in my life. Well, at least, not yet. There is one girl though…her name is Gwen and…I don’t know,” he says with a shrug but his love sick expression says it all and you’re ready to puke.

“That’s great. I wish you luck with her then. And maybe the next time you’re buying flowers, it’ll be for that special someone,” you say with a teasing smile.

You remember Gwen from school as well. She was great. Beautiful, smart, nice. You completely understood why Peter was head over heels.

It still didn’t change the fact that you were a little disappointed though.

After you hand him the flowers, he’s out the door for what you assume was the last time.

But you assumed wrong.

Peter comes back the following week, and then the next, and the next, and soon he visits during your lunch break with take away containers or coffees in hand and sometimes keeps you company when you're closing up the shop.

You bond over your shared love for the same music and movies and sense of humor, but one thing that surprisingly brings you together is your love for Spider-Man.

“He’s the absolute coolest person on the planet. I mean, come on! Spider powers? Swinging around the city, web slinging the bad guys out of the way? A total badass!”

Your praise for the masked vigilante feeds Peter’s ego of course, but he just thinks it’s really cute how your eyes light up in excitement whenever you talk about your favorite ‘superhero’. Especially when your favorite topic comes to play.

“These are my prime suspects for Spidey’s true identity. I’ve been working on this for a while now, and if you make fun of me or make a smart ass comment about it, I will ban you from the store. Like with a picture on the wall and everything.”

Peter’s staring at the opened up folder you plopped in front of him on the register counter. He snorts, eyes taking in the pictures of your ‘suspects’ along with the lengthy notes you have paper clipped to them. Your ‘extra-ness’ was something he genuinely adored.

“Wait, Flash Thompson? Really? You think he’s Spider-Man?” he asks after coming across the sheet, appalled.

“Oh totally, he’s like my number one guess honestly. I mean, he’s fit, he’s tall, and he has an obsession with the guy even more than I do. That seems to me like the perfect way to get people off his trail; pretending to be Spidey’s number one fan. Well I see straight through that bullshit,” you say matter of factly.

Peter looks at you silently for a moment, clearly amused, before shaking his head. “Well, looks like you have your work cut out for you detective.”

“Look, you can tease me all you want, but one day I’m going to figure out who he is and when I do, I won’t even tell you.”

He raises a brow at you, playfully. “Oh yeah? And how do you know I don’t already know?”

“Pfft, oh please Parker. You wish,” you say with a roll of your eyes, turning around to go tend to the work that had to be done.

Peter watches you disappear into the back room with a small, affectionate smile before looking back down at the file.

His picture isn’t in it.

The first time you hang outside of work is at Peter’s suggestion, when he enters the shop one day and slides two tickets over the counter to you.

“So I know you’re busy saving the world one bouquet at a time, but they’re having a special screening at the theatre around the block and they’re playing ‘Little Shop of Horrors’,” he says, leaning on the register counter, brows wiggling as a small smirk places itself on his lips.

“Are you assuming that I like ‘Little Shop of Horrors’ because I own a flower shop?”

He looks at you with a squint, silently daring you to deny it, but the smirk is still intact because he knows that he is, indeed, absolutely right.

You head to the movies after you close the shop early and once you get there you’re both a little too excited about being the only ones at the showing because that means you get to sing along with the songs at the top of your lungs.

You have the best time shouting the lyrics together, especially when it comes to ‘Suddenly Seymour’, thanks to Peter’s dramatic hand gestures towards you. It’s all perfect until his hand bumps into yours when you reach for the popcorn at the same time.

Your stomach does a stupid little flip and you’re now hyper aware of your closeness and the way he turns to look at you throughout the movie.

Oh no….

You like Peter Parker.

You are so screwed.

Peter’s crush on Gwen is still prominent, him coming to you with updates and questions due to your new ‘best friend’ status.

You’re not even sure when it happens but you end up going over to Peter’s house most nights where May makes you her famous lasagna and shows you baby pictures of Peter despite his protest. You also hangout at the park where you watch him skate and the local record shop and the movies and eventually he even gifts you a friendship bracelet when you joke about getting matching ones due to how attached at the hip you two have become.

You’ve never had a friend like this and you’re grateful that it’s with Peter.

But of course, talking about crushes comes with the package, and Peter spills his feelings to you about lovely lovely Gwen Stacy.

And you’re supportive, of course, because at the end of the day you know that Gwen is the best possible person for Peter.

Having Gwen by his side would make him feel like a million bucks.

You on the other hand barely even had a dollar to spare on most days.

You’ll never be anything more than the owner of the little flower shop at Queens that hangs by a thread every single day.

Yet, you can feel it fester inside of you, the pain and envy that came with knowing that Peter would never be yours the way you wished he would be.

Truth was, you loved him, and you were happy to have him in your life any way you could.

But you’d be lying if you said you didn’t wish you were the Gwen Stacy in his life.

“You wouldn’t want to go back?” Peter asks one day, sitting on your work station table, peering over you as you worked on a floral arrangement for a wedding.

“Hmm..I mean, yeah, I guess. But that’s never going to happen.”

“Why not?” he asks, and you look up at him, noticing how focused he is on you and your work.

“Because it’s not like I have anyone else to run this shop. Come on, you know that.”

“Yeah, but..I just think that you really want to go back, and I’m sure there’s a way to do that while also having enough time to run the shop without over exerting yourself.”

You don’t know why, but his response irritates you the slightest bit, so you roll your eyes and look at him with a frown.

“Oh really, is there? Do enlighten me with this fabulous solution of yours, Pete. Given that you know everything, of course.”

You see a flicker of annoyance in his own eyes, and though part of you really wants to wave the white flag before anything begins to escalate, a larger part of you craves to push his buttons some more.

The same part that internally yells at him for never realizing how much it hurts to hear him talk about Gwen.

“Funny. I’m just trying to help you.”

“Even funnier because I don’t remember asking for your help. Ha. Guess we’re starring in a comedy today.”

“You do understand that you have your own life right? That you should do something with it? You know, like something you actually want to do?”

His tone is getting lower and the usual light in his eyes has completely disappeared, but this does nothing to stop you from continuing on.

“I’m sorry, are you seriously lecturing me right now? Oh hey dad, I’m so glad you came back after 10 years. That cigarette break sure took forever.”

“Can you not make a joke out of something for once?”

“No, because this is a joke. A huge one. The fact that you think you know what I want is hilarious to me, because clearly you’re the most ignorant one here.”

“What? Where is this even coming from?”

“It’s coming from the fact that you don’t know a damn thing about me, Peter. And-and I’m getting really tired of you acting like you do. You have no idea what I want. Trust me.”

The argument escalates, and though it hurts to speak to Peter the way you did, your unrequited feelings hurt you way more. It ends with him storming out, the jingle of the bell above the door taunting you as he slips out.

You feel a mixture of anger and sadness and you wish you could scream in frustration, but a man immediately comes in through the door right after, asking for roses for his anniversary dinner.

It’s closing time when the guilt starts to eat at you. You’re so used to having Peter around most nights when you close, especially on Saturday’s when the streets are the busiest.

You’re counting the register when you hear the bell over the door ring, making you to realize that you forgot to lock it.

When you look up, you realize there’s a man with a hood in front of you, and before you can react, he lifts up a pistol and directs it towards you.

“Give me the money or I’ll shoot.”

You feel like everything’s moving in slow motion, a ringing beginning to sound off in your ears, suffocatingly terrified.

You follow the instructions given, handing him all the cash in your register, but despite this, the man doesn’t flee.

“Please. I gave you the money, now please just-“

“Shut the fuck up! I‘ll leave when I want to leave. Now walk over here and get on your knees.”

You're a trembling mess but you do as you're told, tears sliding down your cheeks despite trying your best to keep your composure.

Just as your knees hit the floor, you hear the jingle of the door once more and the man is suddenly pulled away from you.

With wide eyes you realize Spider-Man has webbed the man from behind, pulling him away from you before tossing him out the door. You watch through the window as he quickly shoots webs at his ankles and wrists, immobilizing him, and can hear the man scream before Spider-Man webs his mouth closed, the screams now muffled.

After ensuring the man was dealt with and not running away anytime soon, Spider-Man walks back in, standing awkwardly in the middle of your shop.

“Are you ok ma’m?” he asks, and your eyes are wide, staring at him with a dropped jaw, only managing a little nod.

“You..you used my front door?” you say after a moment, because you’re still in shock and that’s the first thing you could think of to say.

He looks behind him at the door, the muffled screams of the thief still playing in the background from the outside. “Well yeah. You’re a small business, right? I don’t know if you have insurance that can cover the damages of a shattered door,” he responds simply, as if all super heroes thought about the capabilities of a small shop before jumping into action.

“I..I don’t have insurance,”

“You see? That would have really sucked then if I just crashed in.”

The entire situation has you completely dazed. Not only were you almost robbed, but Spider-Man came to your rescue and is standing right in front of you.

You’re pretty sure you’re gonna pass out.

“Hey, it’s ok. You’re safe, I promise. The cops should be on the way and they’ll get this asshole off the streets and you’ll have nothing to worry about. I’m sorry this happened to you,” he states, keeping his distance from you.

As much as Peter is trying his hardest to keep his cool for the sake of his identity, all he really wants to do is wrap his arms around you and apologize.

Because, if it wasn’t for him storming out, he would have kept you company during closing like he did most nights, and that dick head most likely wouldn’t have stepped into the store.

He’s just thankful he had enough mind to pass by the shop as he was doing his rounds around the city.

Even more thankful that he got there in time.

He leaves after making sure you’re okay and trying to keep you from hyper ventalating (you’re starstruck, of course, and Peter has to use all of his self restraint not to laugh or call you cute because god you’re so adorable when your face flushes and your eyes look at him like he’s the greatest person to ever walk the earth).

His mind starts to wonder if you’d still look at him that way if you found out he was actually Spider-Man.

Then he thinks about the way you looked at him when he was just plain old Peter, and he feels his heart speed up when he realizes that it’s not that different actually…

And that’s when he it finally clicks for him.

“You have no idea what I want. Trust me.”

….

How can he be so stupid??

Seriously, a scientific genius that can figure out a cure for lizard people and he couldn’t realize that you liked him?

He’s embarrassed and irritated with himself to say the least.

Especially given all the times he would talk to you about Gwen.

He’s on his way home, swinging, and he actually groans at the thought.

He’s totally kicking himself right now.

Thinking about it now, Peter realizes that, despite the times he would talk to you about her, he didn’t ever seriously think about Gwen that way after he met you.

Every day his crush on Gwen got less serious. He wouldn’t ask her to hang out anymore. He always much rather preferred spending time with you.

He guesses he was too distracted to realize that he was starting to feel the way he felt for Gwen, for you.

‘Good job Parker. Now you totally messed this up for the both of us.’

The next day, Peter comes bursting into your shop, apology at the ready as he fires out every word that’s on his mind.

“I’m sorry. You’re right, I don’t know what you want and I shouldn’t act like I do. I didn’t mean to make you upset, I just care for you so much and you’ve become someone so important to me and all I want is for you to be happy. You deserve to be inexplicably happy and if the flower shop makes you happy, then do it. But if school makes you happy, then I can help you with that. I thought about it and you can take classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays on my off days, and I can totally cover your shift and run the shop and trust me, I’ve watched you enough so I know I can do it, and if anything I can watch you some more and I can tutor you if you need help in math cause I know that’s not your strong suit cause you told me but you’re so smart and you can do it and you can totally graduate and I’ll help you and you can come over for dinner every night if you’re too exhausted to cook and-are you crying?”

Peter’s staring at you in horror as tears flow freely down your cheeks. He’s starting to think he messed up again but you begin to shake your head as a smile breaks out on your face and he sees in your eyes that you’re looking at him in that way and he feels a fluttering in his chest.

“It’s just that….you’re absolutely amazing Peter, and I’m so thankful that you’re in my life. Thank you for that, really. And I’m sorry, too. I wasn’t actually mad at you because of what you said, I know you’re just trying to help. I’m just stupid and frustrated and I took that out on you. But…just…thank you for being so…” and you let out a light, watery laugh and shrug because the words aren’t enough.

And he understands, completely, because words could never properly explain how much he loves you.

“Oh, and I’m actually not just here to loiter today. I would like to buy some flowers,” he states proudly.

At this, your eyes widen.“Really? For who?”

“You remember the first time I came in here? You said that the next time I buy flowers it would be for my special someone?”

“Y-yeah,” you say, the slight confusion and wariness evident in your tone.

“Well, today’s the day.”

Your stomach drops at this but you make sure your face shows no sign of it. You love Peter and you’re beyond happy for him that he’s finally taking that step with Gwen. So when he requests you to make a bouquet that’s full of your personal favorites, you do so with a smile.

You hand them to him and Peter thanks you with a grateful smile and you watch the door jingle close as he walks out, taking a small shaky breath in before letting it out.

Acceptance.

…..

….

…

A few seconds later, you see Peter make his way back to the store and you watch him with furrowed brows as he enters and approaches you at the counter once again.

He hands you the flowers silently and your eyes flicker back and forth to them and him, genuinely confused.

“W-what happened? Is there something wrong with them?” you ask, concern laced in your tone.

“No, they’re perfect. It’s just that they’re for you.”

You look at him silently for a moment, stunned.

“W-what…?” and it finally hits you.

When he sees the realization in your eyes, he smiles adoringly at you, warm eyes softening.

“I’m sorry I didn’t realize it sooner. I don’t know if you noticed, but i’m not as sharp as I seem. I get really distracted and miss out on what’s in front of me, even when it’s undeniably perfect. But, I really, really like you and I promise, my feelings for you are genuine. It just took me a bit to realize what they were, but..I would love it if you could be my special someone.”

You watch him in complete disbelief.

Did Peter just confess his feelings for you?

“I…” your mouth keeps opening and closing and Peter’s sure you’re short circuiting.

“Hey, it’s ok, I get it. This is sudden and unexpected and I understand completely. I just wanted to let you know before I went off on patrol right now. But if you find yourself free with nothing to do tonight, send me a text and I’ll swing by because I would really like to take you out on a date. Oh, and leave your window open, I’ll just go in through there if that’s ok.”

Your eyes are as wide as saucers, a mixture of giddyness and confusion and every other emotion known to man due to everything that Peter was saying.

You noticed however that some of the things he was saying didn’t exactly make any sense…

“Patrol? W-what? And my..my window? Peter, I live on the 12th floor.”

“It’s okay, I’ve climbed higher,” he states as he retreats back to the door, opening it but turning back to you before heading out.

“Oh, and one more thing?”

He stretches his arm out, a web shooting out as it attaches to the folder you always had near your register.

He pulls the folder towards him and grabs it quickly before any papers fly out.

“I’m a little offended that you didn’t put me on your list of suspects,” he says with a wink, and just like that he’s out the door.

There’s no words to describe how shocked you are. You can’t even move let alone breathe.

Till finally you start to regain feeling in your body again and you’re pretty sure he can still hear you as he’s walking down the block.

“NO FUCKING WAY!!”

He does, in fact, hear you, and he’s chuckling to himself as he turns a corner to switch into his spidey suit.

He can’t wait for tonight.

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twoidiotwriters1 · 1 year

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Copycat: Genesis —(Marvel Fem!Oc)

A/N: The last enemy Cat will have to defeat is her horny ass and she's not gonna win that fight I fear -Danny

Warnings: NSFW ahead!! Oral (male receiving), a bit of touching naked bodies and a lot of kissing.

Words: 2,125

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ix: C.C. Lives An "If"

Parker got up the next day in no mood to be a real person. He dragged his feet in the direction of the couch and sat down beside her, she placed a cup of tea in front of him.

"You didn't tell me if you got it," she reminded him.

"Get what?" Her friend said sleepily.

"A date for prom," Cat rolled her eyes. "What were you looking for last night, genius?"

He groaned. "Yeah, I got it."

"Where is it?"

"My suit."

She went to the bathroom, searched in the pockets of his spider-man attire, pulled out a vial that had no web fluid in it, and went back to the room to get her coat. "I'll be right back."

"Where are you going?" Parker straightened in his seat and winced a little, he'd pulled on the stitches on accident.

"To put this in your computer," she replied, shaking the vial in her hand. "Rest, you need to get better if you wanna help me."

"I'm okay," he tried to get up.

"You get up and I'll break your kneecaps," she snapped.

Parker sat down again, his hands up in surrender and wincing again.

"Good boy," she nodded once. "Be right back."

Nursing Parker back to health was tough work, he couldn't stay still for long enough. He lacked what Cat liked to call common sense. She'd also tried to run while severely injured the night he'd come back, but at least back then she had an excuse to be running.

At least his metabolism was considerably faster than a regular human's, so by the end of the week, his injury was nothing but a pinkish scar. She hadn't offered to help him clean the wound after the first night, she didn't trust she'd be able to keep her hands on safe territory, standing so close to him while half-naked.

If her Peter could see her now, he'd tease her endlessly, fighting against the urge to throw herself at a different version of the boy felt like a cruel joke, to have Peter Parker back only to lose him again. Next to having a family, having Spider-man around was always good comfort, but this was just inconvenient. He wanted her, and she still didn't understand why, when she was so problematic.

"I'm back!" Parker announced from the bathroom.

The young woman was in the kitchen, staring at the young man's laptop with a scowl hoping it would feel pressured to work faster. She didn't reply to her friend at all, too focused on her task. Parker walked into the room with nothing but a white shirt and his boxers, too used to her presence to actually care about wearing proper clothes.

"Always great to be welcomed warmly," he joked.

Cat's eyes were glued to the screen. "My tech wouldn't have taken this long to crack into a defense satellite."

"Yeah, yeah, your world's much cooler than mine," he walked up to her and stared at the laptop over her shoulder. "We still have better doughnuts."

"I said that one time and you take it like an absolute truth," she walked away from the kitchen. "You ate?"

"No, but I'm too tired for that," he yawned. "You?"

"Hungry or tired?"

"Your pick."

"I'm bored."

"Told you to come with me," he said, joining her in the living room.

"I don't want people to get used to me. Imagine the bad guys preparing to fight two of you but there's only one, they would kill you—"

"Jane you are such a beam of sunshine," he interrupted her, leaning his head on the back of the couch.

Cat turned off the tv and looked at him sternly. "I'm serious. It wasn't a good idea to accept the suit."

"Have you ever noticed," he said squinting a little, "that you regret everything you do as soon as things start to end? You did the same when little Pete erased your memory. You said you regretted hurting him."

"It's different."

"Nah-uh," he retorted, moving to face her. "Now you feel like you might leave this place, you think you shouldn't have gotten so comfortable in my world, that I'll be miserable, right?"

She didn't want to reply, Cat stared at the laptop far behind on the kitchen aisle.

"Is that how you felt when your brother died too?" He pressed.

The young woman swallowed with difficulty, she nodded once.

"I told you before," she said quietly. "I liked my Peter so much that when he vanished it took away the only part of me that had a purpose. I was never the same after that." She looked into his eyes, almost begging. "I felt a little like when I was sixteen while being in this world with you, but I don't want to leave you feeling like that. You've gone through enough already."

Parker tilted his head a little, staring at her softly. "You only changed for the better, Cat. The hurt made you more human. It gave you a real heart. You're everything that's right in your world... in any world."

She remembered Tony's note saying she was the best of them, the fact that Parker agreed on this with a person he didn't like... she was touched.

"You looked after others because no one else would, in your own way," he shrugged. "How is that failing?"

"I just wish..." she blinked rapidly, looking up and taking a quick breath.

"What?"

She groaned, rubbing her eyes roughly. "I wish I could be fully happy just once. Like when I was sixteen."

Parker reached out and caressed the side of her face with his knuckles, he pushed a few curls away from her eyes. "I could make you happy," he replied, voice barely a whisper.

"Dammit," Cat closed her eyes, and she sobbed briefly. "I got a crush on Peter Parker twice!" She whined. "It's a curse..."

The young man chuckled, his thumb stroking her skin. "I count it as a blessing."

"I know, you're lucky to have caught my eye, I'm a sex machine."

Parker laughed, he leaned in. "Don't ruin it, Jane..."

She opened her eyes. The hero's gaze was sweet, everything about it felt like the instant where it's cold outside but your bed is warm and cozy and you have five minutes to spare, she wanted to snuggle deeper into the blankets. She also wanted to fully ruin the moment like she always did, but his hold was unwavering, just like his stare, he'd got her right where he wanted her. His smile grew.

They kissed.

Cat held onto the arm that was supporting his weight on the couch, she pushed herself up and leaned into him. Parker kept her face in place, making sure that she would not slip out of reach, his fingers dug through her curls and landed on the back of her head, deepening the kiss.

He'd been wanting to do that for a while and Cat could tell, she was enjoying it a bit too much to believe she hadn't thought about it more than once too. Her hands pulled him closer by the shoulders and she heard him chuckle against her lips.

"You think is funny?" She mumbled in annoyance. "Why you Parkers always laugh—"

"Can't be because we're happy?" He teased her, kissing her jawline.

"My Peter did the same thing when—"

"Don't," he was quick to interrupt her. "Stop calling him that."

"What?" She blinked.

"Why is he your Peter and I'm a last name? Why can't I be your Peter?"

"You know why."

He frowned, but it looked childish. "I get that at first it was to stop the confusion but it's just me now, and you still call me Parker."

"If I call you Peter, you won't be my Peter. Being Parker makes you someone... someone that can coexist with my past."

He thought about it for a moment, and in the end, he sighed heavily, eyes landing on her lips. "Promise I'm not a stranger in your life?"

"What do you mean?"

"Tell me we're friends."

Cat looked at him with a grin. "This is not how I treat my friends..."

"Liar."

He kissed her again, that time felt desperate. His body moved forward and trapped her against the couch. Cat cupped his face and kept him close, trying to give him room so he fit above her comfortably.

"Just this once," he requested, leaving a trail of kisses down her neck. "Let me be your Peter..."

"Okay," she gave in, sighing a little. "Okay, Peter."

His arms wrapped around her waist and suddenly she was lifted from the couch, Cat yelped and wrapped her legs around him. "You're gonna hurt yourself!" She exclaimed in alarm.

"Oh, don't play dumb, you know I'm okay," he snorted. "I was only spoiling myself a little before you switched back to being mean."

"You're a pain in my ass," she said, too flustered with his response.

"I can rub it off you if you like," he pinched her thigh playfully.

Parker —Peter— lowered her onto the bed, he was grinning widely while taking off his clothes. Cat supported her weight on her knees, staring at him and thinking deeply.

"Come closer."

The young man chuckled, he just couldn't stop smiling. Cat didn't know why, but she felt challenged by it. She wanted to see if he could still laugh while she had her hands on him. The mutant grabbed him by the shoulders and threw him onto the bed.

"So..." she straddled his hips. "You're cured."

"You can see for yourself," he placed her hand where his new scar was.

"Hmm," she said caressing it lightly. "I'm done being nice, then." Cat grabbed the hem of his boxers and gave him a questioning look, Peter only lifted his hips as an answer. "Good boy," she pulled the underwear down and threw them aside. "Stay still."

"Cat—"

"My name is Jane," The young woman hushed him. "You said you wanted to be mine, remember?"

"Yes."

"Then let me do what I want with you, and be quiet." Peter closed his mouth and his eyes widened eagerly. He looked so keen to please her... Cat moved down on him, her right hand making its way up to his hips. "How long has it been since the last time you slept with someone?" She asked casually.

Peter's gaze was on her hand. "A while."

"Months?"

"Maybe. Maybe more."

She pouted. "That's not good, is it?"

"Probably not," he squirmed. "Can I kiss you?"

"No," she smirked. "And you can't move, either."

Peter breathed in harshly when she touched him, his whole body reacted to it. Cat liked it when people were this expressive about physical contact. It made it more fun. "Look at that," her thumb drew small, slow circles on the tip of his cock. "You're so touch-starved... I shouldn't like it, but it's so cute..."

"Your hand is so freaking cold," he complained, but it didn't look like he was hating it.

"I'm sorry baby, let me warm it up," she mocked him.

Cat grabbed his member with both hands. "Shit!" Peter closed his eyes and grabbed fistfuls of the sheets. He didn't dare to look directly into her eyes at the moment. "Don't stop..."

"Again with the orders," she clicked her tongue, moving away for a moment. "If you can stay quiet for five minutes, I'll let you touch me. Deal?"

"Yes!" He urged her. "Just keep going!"

Cat laughed, shaking her head. "You're adorable."

She went down on him, and Peter hummed long and heavy. That would've been a beautiful moan had she let him make a sound. Half-regretting her decision, she kept going, hoping the five minutes could go by faster that way.

Cat massaged the sides of his v-line with her thumbs, she'd been dying to touch that part of his body for longer than she'd like to admit. He was warm and soft, and she would definitely leave a mark there later.

Peter was almost shaking, all his muscles were tense, but he was still quiet. When the urge to breathe was too much she moved and left a small kiss on the patch of skin above his pelvis. Cat heard him inhale so deeply and desperately that she almost laughed.

The five minutes were over, so she sat up.

"Well done!" She cleaned the corner of her lips. "Extra points for holding back your moans— I really thought you'd—"

Parker didn't let her finish, he wrapped his arms around her, initiating a kiss that was urgent and rough. She felt him twitching against her thigh, so she snuck a hand between their bodies to grab him again. However, Peter caught her hand at the last second and moved it in a different direction, right to her center.

"Let me make you happy..." he whispered against her collarbone.

Cat looked at him in silence, she was still wearing clothes, but his left hand was slowly riding up the hem of her blouse, stroking her skin with such tenderness she felt dizzy. "Just a one-time thing," she wasn't sure who she was talking to when she said it. "Don't get your hopes up..."

A flash of something she didn't recognize went through Peter's eyes, but he didn't say anything. He took off her blouse.

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isuckatwritingsobenice · 1 year

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Touch of Glass,, Act ll, Chapter 1

prolouge

masterlist

chapter 2 ( coming soon )

tags: @willowaudreykeyes @saltofsaints @red-ace-in-space

a/n: Act l is over! Now this is where things start to go downhill, and personally my favorite part of the story so far. The prologue is on my masterlist, along with all the chapters from Act l and the little post that started this whole thing. For anyone who doesn't know, the story originally starts off in June, so the weather is hot out and all. Setting is New Orleans, time period is the 1920's. Lot's of music will be in these next few chapters. Some sensitive topics will be mentioned so before the chapter starts there will be a trigger warning! That's all for now. Happy Reading!

Cigarette Kisses

" We have finally expanded to Australia!" My father said happily, as everyone else in the room cheered. Vox and Valentino grinned as my father moved to sit down towards the end of the table. I sunk lower into my seat, now feeling nervous. Something felt off. Like something was wrong. I stared at Vox, who was lighting a cigarette, before looking to Valentino who was staring at Charles intently, before finally looking to my father. He was sweating, and it was noticeable. As if he was in a room with hot water. He was laughing, as if he was forced. I stood up, smoothing out my dress, as Aunt Molly looked up at me.

" Your leaving?" She asked me before I nodded.

" I want to go out for a moment, I need some air." I responded as calmly as I could. I gestured for Peter to follow me out, hoping Vox nor Valentino would come after me.

Something was definitely wrong.

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" So you think something's wrong with your father, just because he seems to be sweating and nervous?" Peter asked me, as I paced back and forth on the front porch of the house. I nodded, trying to stop myself from biting my nails. It was a habit I had had since I was young, and my mother would always tell me to stop. That it wasn't lady like. " Miss, maybe he was just, afraid he wouldn't get the deal he wanted." Peter said, trying to rationalize. I let out a hm and stopped, before sitting down on one of the steps. Peter sat next to me as I put my arms onto my knees, leaning forward.

" Are you alright? You've been acting strange lately." Peter asked me. I sighed and shook my head. It was silent for a while. Neither one of us said a word. “ We’re losing money.” Peter said suddenly. My head shot up, and my eyes went wide.

“ What?” I asked, before Peter nodded.

“ The world is plummeting into a depression. We’re losing money. Your mother sent you to the states to see if it was any better here, but it’s not . Everyone’s losing money. The world is losing money. It’s becoming useless.” Peter said, and I was silent. I wasn’t sure what to say. Why did no one tell me? How long had this been happening? “ Your mothers worried, for everyone. Japan wants nothing to do with the states, money is becoming useless. The world is going into a depression.” Peter said, and I was silent once again. What would we do?

“ What about my father? Do you know anything about him?” I asked, before Peter nodded.

“ He has money, for now. His partners are trying to get more. But that doesn’t help the rest of us. He’s been trying to convince Lauren to get rid of the baby she’s carrying.” Peter said. I gasped and my hands flew over my mouth. What? Why?

“ I don’t talk to her much, but why?” I asked, shifting to fact Peter. He lowered his head, a frown on his face.

“ Your father doesn’t want another child.” Peter said and I felt myself shake. “ I don’t blame him for not wanting the child. But his desperate attempts to convince Lauren are stressing her out.” Peter said. He was right. My father wasn’t so young to have children. It wouldn’t be wise to have a child, especially now with the state we were all in.

“ I had no idea any of this was happening.” I said, looking at the railing.

“ Maybe because you’ve been too busy running off with that man.” Peter said, his tone harsh.

“ Alastor?” I asked, before Peter huffed and looked away from me.

“ I never said his name.” Peter said, crossing his arms and leaning back on the steps.

“ You didn’t need too.” I said, standing up. My blood boiling raging hot. “ He’s a good man, I don’t know why you don’t like him. That scene you caused was no better either.” I said to him, before Peter stood up, now towering over me.

“ He is a useless good for nothing radio host who thinks he’s can have his way with you.” Peter said, glaring at me.

“ As if being someone’s ‘bodyguard’ or ‘personal assistant’ is any better. At least Alastor is self made.” I responded, inching closer to his face.

Peter went quiet at that. He just stared at me, blinking.

“ He’s involved. With your father.” Peter said, before opening his jacket and pulling out a vanilla folder. “ He’s been pulling large amounts of his money from the bank, and sending it somewhere unknown. He’s getting these large shipments of who knows what. He sends these things elsewhere in exchange for an equally large amount of money. He’s a middleman.” Peter said, handing me the folder. “ The evidence is here. If you chose to be with him after this I will leave you to it. But I do not think it would be wise to choose this man.” Peter said. I took the folder and stared at it. No. I cant look at this.

“ Take it.” I said, handing it back to him. “ I trust you Peter.” I said, before he smiled. A look of relief washed over his face as he put the folder in his jacket.

“ Lets forget this and enjoy the celebration.” Peter said. Celebration?

“ Celebration?” I asked, before he nodded leading me down the stairs.

“ Yes. Your father invited his colleagues over.” Peter said.

“ Meaning..” I said, reaching the bottom of the steps with Peter.

“ Alastor will be here.” He said. We stared at each other before sharing a look, then walking our separate ways.

#alastor #alastor x reader #hazbin alastor #hazbin angel dust #hazbin charlie #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin demon #hazbin vaggie #hazbin husk #hazbin vox #hazbin hotel rosie

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italoniponic · 1 year

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I have returned with more Hcs to share

Mc headcanons Pt 4 home edition

Mc is adopted and when telling their friends about it they said that their adopted parents found them one an island.

Mc said that they wer adopted when they were 6 byt don't have many memories of what the island was like except for two things one that all the people their looked really young despite how old they were and that they werent allowed outside of the island because of a scary pirate crew whos captain is said to have a hook hand

Mc used to be scared of pirates but grew out of it when they got older but even niw when the see pirates they often tense up

Mc has been noted to be a good actor and have good eye for fashion and when asked why they said that their mother often had them dress up and compete for roles in school plays and even had them audition for a role in a movie which was a hit in their world.

Mc has been noted to have quickly adjusted to magic and their response was that their dad is a magician who was notorious for his explosive temper and would often perform magic trucks when they were younger in order to to cheer them up

Mc has mentioned that their adopted parents names are Donald and daisy. They also had an uncle who due to his rather clumsy behaviour and funny jokes was called Goofy

Mc has said that in their world they had a friend who used to babysit them called peter and Mc noted that they wouldn't be

Where they are without him

Bonus headcanons

Mc and silver have been noted to get along the fastest out of all tge people mc has met and when asked why all Mc said is that they had a strong sense of deja vu when they first met(This actually git Lilia curious who spied on them when they were stargazing and was surprised to notice that they at that time both had aurora eyes )

Mc is actually surprisingly athletic due to alk they errands they run which due to their magicless nature had forced them to compensate for it with physical labour

One time Sebek and Mc got into and arguemebt and unfortunately for Sebek Mc's bottomless patience had run thun that day and they punched him the face and After profusely apologizing to Sebek he let it go who seemed more shocked than angry, he would be seen have to apply healing ointments for next couple of days and having a slightly slurred speech(all of diasomnia was shocked because due to being a fae Sebek was tougher than most and could heal quicker than normal humans but still had to beg Lilia for more healing ointments)

Mc is rather sensitive to magic and this has been attributed to why for some reason they are able to detect what type of spell people are going to use in fights

Also Mc is ambidextrous because when they were younger they broke their right hand and had to learn how to write qith their

This was a long one but i hope you enjoyed as always feel free to ask questions about the Hcs

Goodbye

I completely forgot to add the link last time to the other posts... but not this time! [more hcs about MC here] and sorry for the wait! The week has been busy and I have this thing that I don't post more than two things in the same day (if I can, ik it's weird)

but thanks again, dear! And we have different types of hcs this time, really sweet~

[Originally Adopted MC]

the pure twist of the adopted parents for MC being Donald and Daisy <3

[Neverland MC session]

NEVERLAND MC NEVERLAND MC OMG

the fear of pirates, poor thing </3 meeting up the Savanaclaw trio in pirate costumes for Halloween must have been awkward...

"Mc noted that they wouldn't be where they are without him [Peter]"

THIS. IS. SO. CUTE. oh I loved it! Peter Pan was one of those non-princess movies that I really liked, still holds to this day. I got to read the original book last year and one time, my dad bought that movie "Finding Neverland" so we could watch. It was beautiful but we literally watched just one time bc me and my mom couldn't stop crying over the ending lmao

so yeah, I got so fond of this specific hcs <3

[MC's Magician Father]

okay, the bit where MC's father would be a magician is so sweet. Like, magic is already part of their world but more (realistic) than ever. MC could give Ace support in his magic tricks!

[Bonus hcs!]

oooohhhh~ MC secret Silver twin???

MC LITERALLY BURIED THEIR FIST INTO SEBEK'S FACE OH GOD I'm... not capable of doing that, at all, with anyone lmao

I know we're trying to be serious here but this reminded me of those scenes in shounen anime when one character randomly goes like "ah! I can sense and predict all your next movements!" (get your enemies' ass, MC!)

that literally hurts. My mom kinda self-taught herself to write with her left hand, if I'm not mistaken, when she was a kid (she was a strange kid lol). She uses more of her right hand tho but she can do some things with her left in general... I can't, my left hand hates me and everything I try to do </3

now, thanks again for your great hcs, dear <3 I'll reply tomorrow (probably?) to the new ones you had submit, hope that's okay!

#twisted wonderland #jack howl #ace trappola #sebek zigvolt #hardworking mc/yuu hcs #ft. some new mc hcs!#originally adopted mc hcs #neverland mc hcs #and more #cherry's reply #cherry's mumbling about twst

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druigswhores · 3 years

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something more

(originally posted by alpha-bug)

summary: where pietro confesses his feelings to you without actually confessing them to you, through a necklace. inspired by this prompt list.

content warning: pietro maximoff x fem!reader (i’ll try to write more gender neutral fics in the future!) obviously set in a world where he survives and civil war doesn’t happen. (friends to lovers, mutual pining and pietro being a sap.)

note: okay so this is my first fic in a while so i’m sorry if this sucks </3 i want to write more pietro/peter fics so please send requests ! (also lemme know if you can guess the movie bucky was confused about !)

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

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"You're staring." Wanda points out, idly watching the older twin stare at the person who clouded his thoughts, not that Wanda needed to read his mind to know that.

"Don't you have something better to do?" Pietro scoffed, unwillingly looking away to glance at his sister. She chuckled, turning away from her brother to check on the pot on the stove, before continuing to chop the vegetables scattered on the chopping board.

"Don't you?" She simply asked, humming to the song playing out loud from her phone, Pietro's eyes were drawn back to you.

You were explaining the plot of a movie to Bucky who stared at the screen in pure confusion. "I don't get it? He killed her but he loved her?" Bucky asked you, in response you shook your head exasperated. "You saw her give birth right after, how could she be dead if she was naming her kids Buck?" You asked, glancing up when you heard the footsteps of someone approaching you.

"You're not replacing me with this old man, right?" Pietro teased, moving to sit next to you, reclining back on the couch, arm around your waist. You rolled your eyes at what he said, automatically leaning into him as the three of you continued to watch the movie playing on the big screen in front of you. The two of you barely noticed when Bucky decided to leave, too caught up with one another to bother caring about what's going on in your surroundings. You pushed him away from you when he tried to steal the m&ms you were currently snacking on only for him to pour most of the packet into his mouth.

"You disgust me Maximoff." You scoffed, biting back the smile forcing its way up. "And you love it Prinţesă." Pietro retorts, his eyes meeting yours. You opened your mouth to say something but nothing could come to mind, it was common for Pietro to randomly call you nicknames but that doesn't mean you were used to it, especially when he'd use pet-names.

Your friendship with Pietro came as a surprise to the rest of the Avengers years ago due to the differences in your personality but if you asked any of them what they thought about your friendship now they'd complain about how clueless the two of you are to the other person's feelings.

Somehow in the chaos that the two of you called your 'friendship', the line between platonic feelings and romantic feelings blurred. Pietro isn't the type of guy to steer away from romance but this situation was entirely different to anything he experienced. He cant just tell his closest friend that he loved you, he couldn't tell you how when he holds you in his arms it pains him to let go. How could he tell you that? After everything that happened to him in the past, the wall he built around his emotions to protect himself began to crumble and you were the cause of it. Pietro always struggled to talk about his feelings, his past. He felt the urge to protect himself and his twin from anything that could hurt them, he didn't want to make the same mistake again.

The unintentional movie night led to the two of you continuing to hanging out in Pietro's room hours later. It was your nightly ritual to watch an episode or two of a show that Pietro usually wouldn't want to watch before the two of you go to bed. Pietro was in the far end of his room, fumbling with something in the palm of his hand while you sat comfortably in the middle of his bed, head resting on one of his pillows as you set up the show on the laptop.

"For someone as quick as you, you sure are taking your sweet time doing whatever it is you're doing."

Pietro glanced back at you in surprise, almost like he forgot what he was supposed to be doing, too busy staring at the dainty chain tangled in the palm of his hands, with a small engagement ring at the end, in place of a pendant capturing all of Pietro's attention. It was fit for a petite woman. The silver was slightly scratched. Two slightly larger silver stones surrounded a slightly larger stone, although quite dull at first glance the engraving on the inside showed was still noticeable.

"I'm in no rush, dragoste mea." He chuckles, shoving the necklace into his pocket before moving to take his shirt off to put on a different one while continuing to speak. Your eyes followed his movements, subtly admiring his body as his muscles unintentionally flexed which resulted in you feeling your cheeks heat up, quickly looking away to not get caught checking out one of your best friends.

"You know I still don't know how I feel about Vision hanging around my sister." Pietro confesses, his overprotectiveness towards his younger sister evident as he continues to replay what occurred during dinner hours ago, Wanda confessing she wouldn't mind moving to a rural neighbourhood with Vision instead of staying at the Avengers Headquarters.

"People can't control who they fall in love with Pietro." You sighed tiredly not realising the irony behind your words, it wasn't the first time Pietro mentioned his hesitation towards the Android.

"People can't, robots can." He scoffed, walking to the dresser to put away his shirt, now wearing a pale blue shirt instead of the charcoal grey T-shirt he was previously wearing.

He moved to the bed, sitting beside you before shifting around to get comfortable. Your hand reaches out to the laptop to begin the episode only for Pietro's hand to place his above yours, stopping you.

"Since we're on this subject..." he paused to pull the necklace from his pockets before holding the necklace out towards you, letting the ring dangle from the chain between the two of you, twisting and turning because of the sudden movements.

You glanced at Pietro in confusion, eyebrows furrowed. He then pulls the hand that was covered by his own and turning it so your palm faced upwards, dropping the necklace in your hand. You held the necklace between your fingers, admiring the gems on the ring before noticing the engraving etched on the inside of the engagement band.

"I+O?" You read out the engraving in confusion, eyes meeting Pietro's soft gaze. He paused for a bit, struggling to put together a sentence that wouldn't cause the wall he created to completely collapse.

"Irina and Oleg, my parents. This was my mother's engagement ring. It was apart of the few belongings they've managed to find after what happened." He gently takes the necklace from you, signalling you to turn away from him so he can put it around your neck. Gently pushing all your hair to the side you felt goosebumps rise wherever Pietro's fingers grazed on your skin, the familiar heat rising in your cheeks once again.

You were secretly relieved that he couldn't see your reaction, the unspoken tension between the two of you currently was unbearable. You looked down at the ring, twirling it around with ur fingers while Pietro continued to speak.

"We decided that Wanda should keep our father's ring since he barely acknowledged me as his son, let alone a person." Pietro chuckles dryly.

Pietro turns you to face him, palm resting on your left cheek. "It looks good on you Draga Mea." He compliments you, eyes glancing down to your lips ever so often. "Why did you decide to give it to me?" You whispered, struggling to find your own voice.

Pietro's mouth curved into a smile, his thumb gently stroking your face

"Can't you tell?" He asked.

"Hmmm i think I'm going to have to hear you say it." You teased, smiling up at him, arms sliding around his neck pulling him closer towards you. He rolled his eyes feigning annoyance before telling you what you wanted to hear.

The next morning Wanda lightly knocked on her brother's door, wondering why he wasn't at breakfast. Waiting a couple moments for a response Wanda slowly opened the door only to be met with with the two of you lying in bed in each other’s arms, the laptop ended up at the edge of the bed as you completely forgot about it after the events of last night. Pietro had his arms tightly wrapped around your waist while your head rested on his chest, the two of you smiling contently.

"They're good for each-other." Wanda whispers to her partner who stood beside her.

"They are indeed."

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rendevousz · 3 years

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not a secret anymore

natasha romanoff x fem!teen!reader

summary: nat reveals a secret to the public when your class takes a learning journey to the tower.

requested: yes

warnings: might come off as half assed writing because this probably is one of my worst works i'm so sorry 😭😭

word count: 1681

notes: i'm so sorry i haven't been writing much, i've recently just gotten extremely busy so i had no time to sit down and write (this one was literally written between all the short breaks i had 😫) and i have a few requests piling up so i hope you guys can understand if they come later <3

"hi, y/n!" ally, an agent, greeted you as you, along with your classmates, walked through the east wing hallway of the tower. your classmates—except for peter, ned and mj— turned to look at you with confused looks.

your class was having a learning journey at the avengers tower and you had contemplated on calling in sick to avoid people who worked in the tower acknowledging you around your classmates.

you were actually an avenger—yeah, crazy—, having been rescued during one of the many avengers' hostage rescue missions few years ago. you were able to single-handedly take down a few of your captors, hence why the team took interest in you then.

now, though you had been trained enough, they decided to keep you a secret in order to protect you. lord knows how many people would try hurt you if they ever found out the avengers had a new, teenage recruit. peter was technically still safe as his alter-ego is masked so you had no choice but to only go on missions that weren't in the public eye.

you also lived in the tower so the agents and staff were undoubtedly familiar with you, some even friends with you, just like ally, who had just passed by with a wave of her hand at you before turning the corner.

"did that lady just acknowledge you?" an annoying voice spoke from beside you in a mocking tone. you gulped, not wanting to respond to flash's irrelevant question.

"hey, loser, i'm talking to you," he nudged your arm with his elbow and you held the urge to grab it and flip his whole body upside down. it's not like you couldn't—you had the skills, obviously— but it's the fact that you didn't want to get in trouble for that.

you ended up keeping quiet, like you always did whenever the boy taunted you. peter taught you to do just that. if it were up to you, flash's stupid face wouldn't even dare to show itself in front of you anymore.

speaking of peter, he was nowhere to be seen by now. you internally rolled your eyes. it had only been two minutes and they were already gone. peter was probably showing them around the place. you had no idea how your teacher didn't notice the three of them missing from your group. you were so going to kill them for ditching you and leaving you alone when they knew they were your only friends. they were also the reason why flash still had his head to this day because they'd stop you from doing anything rash. now you weren't sure if flash would be safe from your fury.

"you probably work here as a cleaner on the weekends or something, huh? that's the only way people here would know you," flash jeered. you let out a breath, trying to control your anger towards the boy.

you rolled your eyes, opting to deliberately ignore his insults and walk away instead, hoping you'll bump into those three idiots of friends of yours.

"did you just ignore me?" flash asked incredulously, as if it was a crime to ignore his annoying ass. he pulled you back by your back collar, effectively halting you in your spot.

by instinct, you grabbed his hand that was on your collar, twisting it and turning his whole body around, pinning him against the wall with his twisted arm pressed against his back. it happened in just two seconds which totally caught flash off guard, the boy groaning in pain as he begged you to let him free.

you could hear a series of gasps from all around you and you internally groaned. this is why you always ignored flash's taunting. you didn't want to attract attention to yourself and have people wonder how you could defend yourself so well. but flash just had to provoke you. especially here, out of all places.

"what's going on here?" you heard a familiar voice ask and you sighed.

"oh my gosh! it's the black widow!"

"miss romanoff!"

"oh my gosh, i'm gonna need to get a picture for my mum later, she's gonna freak out!"

you stepped away from flash, releasing him as he dramatically kept rubbing at his arm. as if you even put that much pressure. flash smirked, seeing this as a chance to complain about you to an official avenger.

"this girl right here," flash points an accusing finger at you with a glare, like he wasn't just practically begging for his life twenty seconds ago. "attacked me."

you rolled your eyes, unamused. "i hardly attacked him." you told nat. the woman turned to you, an eyebrow raised as she gave you a knowing look. "this...?" she trailed off and you nodded, knowing what she was insinuating. you'd told her about flash one too many times for her not to immediately figure out who he is from a crowd of students.

"flash thompson. heard a lot about you," she turned to the boy. flash's face lit up, thinking he must've made a name for himself or something that even the black widow knew him. little did he know he did, but not for good reasons.

"i would prefer if you stop messing with y/n/n." nat gave him a sharp look and that grin was immediately wiped off his face. "i– y/n/n?" he stuttered, confused that the natasha romanoff is calling you by a nickname.

"you do know she can kick your ass if she wanted to, right? she's been silent all this while because she didn't want to hurt you but you just never seem to learn, huh?" nat took slow, calculated steps towards him until she was towering over him.

"she doesn't need anyone to protect her because she's fully capable of that but i'm just here to warn you, kid, that she, is not to be meddled with. i'm saying this for your own good, flash thompson. she's capable of much worse than whatever she just did to you. so if i hear you messing around with her or any of her friends," she pauses before continuing with a whisper. "i'll close one eye on whatever she wants to do with you."

you wished you could've taken a picture of the dead scared look on flash's face; it was priceless. you turned to nat once she stepped away from him and she put an arm around your shoulder, leading you both away from the watching crowd.

"i–i'm sorry, miss romanoff," you could hear one of your teachers say and nat stopped, effectively stopping you too as she had you in her hold. "but miss y/l/n is on a learning journey with us and she'll miss the tour of the tower if she leaves with you. we'll be discussing a lot regarding this trip in class and she won't understand what we talk about if she misses this tour. i hope you understand." he spoke nervously.

"with all due respect, y/n's seen the whole tower already," she smiles at him but you could tell it was fake. "even the avengers' residential floors which are closed to the public and most employees of the tower."

your teacher looked at her wide-eyed, mouth open but nothing coming out. nat smiles a fake one once again. "now if you'll excuse us, the both of us have avenger duties to attend to."

gasps could be heard all around you and in the midst of it all, your best friends came back and you made eye contact with them, all of them having the same shocked look on their face.

"avenger duties?! nat, what are you doing?!" you whisper-yelled at the woman who seemed to be enjoying the reactions of your classmates and teachers.

"y/n!" peter ran over to you, your other friends following suit. "oh, um hi miss romanoff," he greets shyly. "thanks a lot, guys, look what happened." you spoke sarcastically, rolling your eyes at them. nat proceeded to drag you away from your friends and the last thing you saw was them mouthing apologies and you half-heartedly mouthing to them back that it was fine.

"relax, y/n/n, the public were about to find out soon anyways." nat said nonchalantly. "what?!" you exclaimed once you two were in a different hallway.

"yeah, you're gonna have press this weekend for this. we're gonna officially announce you to the world as an avenger." she once again says nonchalantly, as if this wasn't the first time you were hearing this. "wait, wait, wait, seriously?" you asked in disbelief. no one had told you anything.

"yeah, i—ohh yeah, you don't know yet," nat remembers and you give her an unimpressed look. she wasn't usually this dumb; she only showed this side of her to you. "sorry, i uh, yeah.. i was supposed to come get you for this. meeting with fury and the rest, yknow?" she tells you and you nodded slowly, taking in the information.

"but tell me it didn't feel good that you got to do that to flash," the woman states excitedly and you playfully rolled your eyes at her. "you got to do something. i'm practically an empty threat to him," you stated matter-of-factly.

"not after this weekend you're not. he'll be afraid of you after. that's what you get for being a smelly bully." you couldn't help the little smile on your face. she really sounded like a child right now and it was adorable.

"alright, natty, whatever you say. let's go before fury releases his fury." you look at her hopefully, waiting for her to laugh at your joke which she responded with an unimpressed look. that of course didn't work as you two burst out laughing looking at each other's faces.

you walked alongside her, the woman resting an arm around your shoulder. you smiled up at her as she talked about her day.

god, you couldn't wait to be able to finally walk out in public with these people you considered family.

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deexchanel · 3 years

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Don't do this to me.

Word Count:

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x BlackFem!OC

Warning: Angst, Sadness.

Summary: Charmaine's first mission with the team but it doesn't end well and the team loses a member.

Go to the series masterlist before you read this chapter, if this is your first time: Charmaine

A/N: Okay so I feel way more comfortable posting this chapter after I said I wasn't going to post the rest. Let me know if this cringy, I love feedback.

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The day was Friday and it was the same as any other day, Charmaine was back home from her class, Peter was getting out of school, the team either train or helped find the location of the Hydra base that held the scepter. One month after the avengers been staying in the tower. The relationship between Charm and Bucky was growing every day, at times they act like a couple without even noticing.

"Did you enjoy dinner?" Charm questioned while washing the few dishes that were in the sink. Bucky walked over placing a kiss on her cheek and putting his dirty plate in the water.

"I loved it, that lobster mac and cheese was amazing."

She blushed at the comment and his boldness of him kissing her on the cheek. He winked then walked over to the couch sitting down beside Sam, joining him in the movie that was playing. Bucky let go of the nervous breath he was holding, he seemed confident on the outside but on the inside, he was scared as fuck.

Charmaine wasn't no easy girl that he would flirt and take home the same night in the '40s. She was the girl that he wants to get to know fully, learn the little things about, be himself around. So most time he was around Charm, he was nervous as hell praying that he wouldn't say something dumb.

Charmaine hummed one of her favorite songs while cleaning up the last dish thinking about a certain long-haired brunette. She turned around coming face to face with spiderman who was hanging upside down. The 21-year old let out a yelp clutching her heart.

"Peter don't do that !! What the hell dude."

"You okay Charm?" Bucky questioned from the couch looking over at her. He saw Peter hanging down so his concerns washed away. "Oh, Peter just scared her."

"Yeah, you alright?" Sam asked as well not taking his eyes off the screen, ignoring what Bucky just said.

"Sorry Champagne, I just came back from patrol and I rushed in here before you left to ask you this. Can you make brownies? I wasn't here the last time you made them and everyone said they were good. " Peter rambled as he let himself come down, sitting on top of the perfectly clean marble countertop.

"They were!" Sam chimed in.

"See! I want to try them." Peter pout poking out his lip.

"I be spoiling you guys I swear. I'll make some just for you Peter." Charm groaned playfully, opening the cabinet grabbing the brownie box. "Get your ass off my counter, I just cleaned it."

Peter hopped off happily," So? You and Bucky?"

"Peter if you continue to say something about that topic, I'm not making the brownies." She warned looking in the fridge for the eggs. Maria walked in from the elevator with a serious face grabbing everyone's attention.

"They found the base. Cap said suit up and meet them in the lab in 5. Peter, Happy is downstairs waiting for you."

Everyone nodded and Charm hugged Peter. Tony had let slide with one of his kids going on the mission, not both so Peter was going home until they got back. She kissed his forehead.

"This mission shouldn't take long, I'll be back to make your brownies. Be good for Aunt May."

" I am Champagne, be safe and please come back. "

"I will Petey. I'll always come back."

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Charmaine walked in beside Sam as they were the last two to join the rest in the lab. She found a spot beside Scott. Everyone was in full armor ready to go except Bruce and Tony because you know.

"Glad of you two to finally make it," Tony said sarcastically then started swiping away on his tablet. It projects a hologram of what seems to be Rome. "We are going to Rome. Intel tells us that hydra has a camp in the countryside."

The hologram shows a huge vineyard with a building that looked abandoned with little buildings surrounded.

"Inside sources tell us that the person who is over this organization called M.A.Z.E is supposed to be visiting any moment now. We're taking down two operations at once so be prepared for this mission to be one of the hardest." Maria said reading something off her tablet. Charm snuck a glance at Bucky who was in his winter soldier attire. She hoped that this mission wasn't going too hard for him.

"Brief explanation. Stay focused at all times, take out as many as you can, feeling overwhelmed? Walk it off. Get in, Get out. Anyone that has the chance grabs the scepter." Steve spoke with determination.

"When we get there we fight anyone that comes our way. Sam or Stark will find a way to get us in. Charm you stay by someone at all times okay? first mission and we don't want to lose you."

"Gotcha." Charm nod her head understanding his rule.

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Inside the quinjet, she sat beside Bucky. Both had their mask off to communicate with each other. Everyone was in either their own zone or in a conversation. Bucky closed his eyes so he could converge on how to not lose control of himself, he didn't want to completely turn back into the winter soldier.

"You like my suit?" Charmaine asked softly taking him out of his trance.

Bucky turns his head giving a smile, "I like it. You make it look good and very badass."

"I feel like a badass." She jokes making them laugh. As their laughter died down, Charm grabbed his hand pulling it in her lap. "Are you okay about this whole mission? I know history with you and hydra isn't really that good."

"I should be good, I just don't want to be captured again, you know? Steve and I are still working on me not reacting to my trigger words. It's hard but it's working. Plus I got you fighting by my side so we are going to be the coldest duo."

"Well I'm not going to let that happen, you protect me so I'm going to always protect you . If you don't mind, I could help with the trigger words? I'll be there to hold your hand or something." Charm said with quiet empathy giving him a soft smile. " Coldest duo? Well, this mission should be over in no time. When we get back can we finish watching Legally Blonde? You fell asleep before it started leaving me up by myself."

"I'll check with Steve when we do it the next time, I wouldn't want you to get hurt if anything happened," Bucky said nodding his head towards Steve. " And I told you that I was tired! You didn't listen and put on the movie anyway."

"I'm not going to get hurt and I thought you were playing!" Charm said in defense then calmed down. "Hey, Bucky?"

"Hmm?"

"I'm always going to be here for you okay? You mean the world to me and I don't want to lose you under no circumstances." She said holding his hand to her face. Charmaine looked him in the eyes, showing that she was serious. A world without Bucky is a world that she can't live in. She needs him.

His hand opened and Charm cuddled to it. Bucky looked at her in admiration rubbing his thumb against her cheek. He admits it, Buchanan was head over heels for her,"You mean the world to me as well so don't think you're going anywhere. You're my lucky charm."

In the next four hours, they had arrived Rome's countryside and everyone prepared for landing. Charm stood next to her dad as his Iron Man suit connects over his body. Before his helmet covered his face, Tony turned to Charm.

"Kiddo, be safe alright? Don't get hurt or anything."

"I will." She reassured and he kissed her forehead. 'Now thinking about it Tony has a weird way of expressing his feelings' Charmaine thought to herself. The doors to the jet opened and Steve spoke up, "Stark, Sam you're up!"

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A/N: I am not good with action so skipping to the juicy part.

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Charmaine ran down the hallway trying to find the exit to the big building. Thor didn't retrieve the scepter and they were still looking but time was winding down. She ran into this room where there were big computer screens on the wall with a closed-cell in the corner.

"Ahh, I have been looking for you." A female voice came from behind her making Charmaine turn around swiftly. "I'm Mazikeen and you are going to be on in my unit."

The room filled with tension as they circled each other not losing sight of one another. "Unit? I'm not going to be anyone's slave. Let alone let you lay a finger on me, so let go of that stupid ass idea you have." Charmie snapped holding her fist up. Mazikeen winked getting in defense mode as well.

"Snarky? I like that. Let's do this shall we?"

She swings on Charm who easily blocks it. The two fight hand-to-hand combat for a couple of minutes, none stop. Charmaine was getting tired but she held her weight up. She kicked Mazikeen on her back, placing her foot on her neck. The Demon grabbed her ankle smirking then rolled over making Charm fall on her side. She gets on top, pulling out her knife.

"This won't hurt one bit. Well, maybe just a little."

"Anyone have eyes on Charmaine? The building is going to blow in 3 minutes." Tony's voice came through the comm.

"I'm busy at the moment!" Charm yelled pushing Mazikeen's arms up so she wouldn't get stabbed in the face. The dark skin girl moved one of her hands to the side grabbing the demon's hair yanking it.

Mazikeen fell off and it gave her enough time to get back to her feet. Charm kicked her to stay down but Mazi grabs her foot mid-air then twist it making her body twirl, falling on the ground.

"I will have you to myself and make you my eternal flame. Right along with the other 3 elements. You are going to be the most powerful." Mazikeen leans down grabbing her hair yanking it making Charmaine cry out in pain. The demon moved her mouth close to Charm's ear with a sinister smirk.

"I'm going to have you kill anyone that stands in our way."

A guard's body flew in the door from someone kicking him through. Bucky walks into the room angrily seeing Mazikeen holding a handful of Charm's brown hair.

He runs over punching her in the face making the demon drop his lover. Bucky grabbed Mazikeen by the neck with his metal hand dragging her towards the closed-cell.

The bounty hunter's eyes widen from the pressure that was on her throat, she hit his arm repeatedly but that didn't do anything. Bucky flings her into the closed cell like she was discarded trash.

Charm sits on the ground rubbing the back of her head, the words haunting her mind. Bucky goes back over to help his best girl onto her feet.

"We need to out of here now."

But it was muffled because of the mask. She nodded putting her weight on him as they walked to the exit. On the roof, the two ran to the middle.

"We're on the roof! Bring the Quinjet!" Bucky yelled taking off his mouth cover. Charm was hunched over trying to catch her breath, she literally just fought 5 minutes straight now she doing a full-out run. She needed more exercise.

The explosion sounded off and the building shook. Just in time, the Quinjet hovered down lowly so they could get on. A huge crack in the roof separated the two.

The building was going to collapse.

They looked around frantically as Charm's side start to slowly but gradually fall.

"Jump!" Bucky yelled, holding out his hand.

Charm did as told, not even second-guessing, leaping off the fallen building. She catches the side of the broken roof, barely holding on with one hand. All she needed to do was use her upper body to lurch her forward so her other hand could grab his. Bucky bends over, reaching for her hand, not taking his blue eyes off her brown ones.

Charmaine's eyes were filled with fear, feeling herself slowly losing grip, "I can't reach it!"

"Use your strength, Charmaine. Grab my hand!"

"I can't, Bucky; my body is too tired. I feel myself slipping!"

"Charm, grab his hand! Bucky, you need to need to grab Steve's hand. That building is going to collapse any second! He will pull you guys up." Natasha said in the comms but was ignored by both.

Bucky leans forward more without noticing that he might fall himself, "I'm not leaving without you charmaine. grab my hand!"

"I'm trying!" Charm yelled when she tries to lift herself; it aches in pain. She drops her hand down in pain. Tears clouded her vision as she knew this was it; Bucky stared at her scratched-filled face knowing what she was thinking. He shook his head; He can't lose her, not now, " No Charm, you're leaving with me!"

Charmie could feel the building she was holding on to began to fall, sobbing; she looked into Bucky's blue eyes one last time. "I'm sorry Bucky."

"No Charmie, you have time. Just grab my hand! P-Please." Bucky yelled as tears clouded his vision. "You're my lucky charm. I need you!"

The building collapsed, and his feet slip from under him. A hand grabs his keeping Bucky from falling in the rubble; Natasha lowered it down in time just for Steve to grab the back of his armor from falling with her.

"No!" Bucky stared in horror watching Charmaine screamed, falling into the explosion reaching out for him.

Steve gasp as tears fell down his face seeing the horrible fate of his sister.

There was nothing either could do.

With the help of others, Steve pulled Bucky into the quinjet.

Bucky laid on his stomach sobbing with heartache.

Tears weld in Thor's eyes as he saw that Charmaine wasn't on the jet. This didn't seem real to him; he couldn't accept it, "Where is Charmie? Why isn't my sister on this jet?!"

"Steve, where is Charmie?" Natasha asked, slowly getting up from the pilot seat as Clint took over. Her heart raced, hoping that he would say that Tony has her or something. Bruce grabbed her waist, but she snatched away from his touch.

"Natasha, sit down."

"Don't tell me to sit down! Where is she?!"

Steve couldn't say anything as he drops to his knees, breaking down. Sam catches him before he hit the floor. "I got you man."

The jet doors opened as Tony flew in; he raised an eyebrow to see the team in tears. He was getting files in this underground room but got out in time just as the building collapsed. He noticed someone was missing.

"What's going on? Where is Charmaine?"

No one answer, which made Tony panic.

"Where is my daughter?!"

"Tony, she died; she f-fell into the explosion," Scott informed him while wiping his tears. Her falling replayed in Bucky's mind like it was his personal hell. Charm reached out for him, and he couldn't save her. He failed.

Tony's world crumbled as tears blurred his vision looking around the jet as if she was hiding, "What? Barnes tell me he's lying! Where the hell is my daughter!"

Bucky sat up now with his knees to his chest; he couldn't stop crying no matter how much he tried. He lost the one person that meant the most to him other than Steve, the person he saw a future with. His best girl is no longer here.

Tony sat down in a seat in disbelief; for once in his life, he cried. He completely broke down, not being able to hold it. She filled the lonely hole in his heart; everyone he ever loved was gone, and the person who made him happy.

Was gone too.

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It was evening time when they got back; they had been gone all day.

The living room was silent; the avengers sat down sulking and mourning. Bucky squeezed his eyes tightly closed as the memory of her falling hit his mind like a truck. Tony had his head in his hands, just letting his mind run all over the place. The elevator ding, and a frantic Peter walked out looking for Tony.

"Mr. Stark, I'm here! What happened? Is everyone okay? Are you okay?" Peter rambled, walking into the living room. He noticed everyone's sad behavior, then looked around for Champagne. "Guys? Did something happen? Where is Charmaine?"

Tony gets up from the couch, going to Peter, engulfing him in a hug. Peter hugged back, shock that he did that but was still confused about what happened. "Mr. Stark, what's wrong?"

"She n-not co-coming back, kiddo."

"H-huh?"

"I'm s-sorry, kid."

"N-no, you're lying! This isn't a joking matter, Mr.Stark; everyone can put smiles on their fucking faces, and Champagne can pop up from under the couch." Peter said abruptly, pulling back from Tony's arms; doing a 360 to look around for a camera. Steve rubbed his hand over his mouth to keep from crying again.

"Queens, it's not a jo-joke."

Peter's face reddens from anger and sadness," She said she was coming back! She promised! What happened to her?!" Charmaine promised without even promising him because she always comes back. Peter prayed that this a sick ass joke; she was his best friend. Him and Her against the world.

"She fe-fell into the explosion Peter," Bruce said sadly; with that, Natasha broke down in his arms. Peter wasn't taking this well, and that broke everyone's heart even more.

"N-no guys, stop this, pl-please."Peter cried, shaking his head, then he looked Tony in the eyes. Her father nodded his head as a way of saying that it's true. Peter broke down mentally, " My Champagne is su-supposed to be here with me. My best friend is.."

Tony pulls his son into his arms; tears threaten to spill.

Peter sobbed his heart out.

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2:43 a.m.

Bucky's body lurched forward after grabbing the gun that was kept under his pillow for 'emergency purposes' raised at...

Steve.

"Bucky, drop the gun. It's me."

"Shit, I'm sorry, Steve." His fingers slowly lost grip of the gun, and the weapon dropped to his lap. His chest drew up sharply with each breath as he tried to control his rapidly beating heart. Steve sat on the edge of his bed.

"It's fine Buck, you were yelling, so I came in here to see if everything was alright."

"I should be fine."

"Okay, I'm going back to bed and try to get some sleep before my morning exercise." Steve sighs, getting up from the bed. He wasn't getting any sleep at all, but he didn't want to tell Bucky that.

"Steve?" Bucky called before he could leave out the room. Steve stopped in his tracks looking at him.

"Yeah?"

"Can you stay with me and watch Legally Blonde? I was supposed to watch it with Ch-Charm when we came back, but..."

"I'll stay Bucky; I don't mind."

Bucky gave a small smile getting out of bed, grabbing some pillows and the comforter. Steve grabbed his laptop from the desk to find the movie. 5 minutes later, the two super soldiers were lying on the floor, eyes glued to the computer enjoying the movie.

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Awe this is a filler and it's long so bonus.

Give feedback plsss😂. If this is cringy let me knoww!

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marvelescape · 2 years

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christmas company

summary: Bucky always spent Christmas alone. Until he had you. His Christmas company. For a while.

pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

word count: 2,122

warning: ANGST. sad Christmas. sad Bucky. more on narrations. reader d!ed (I'm so sorry).

author's note: Hi there! It's been a while. I was supposed to keep this just as an idea and well, I ended up writing and finishing it. So here's my first attempt for an angsty fic. While this radiates sadness, I hope your December will be filled with nothing but joy and light! ✨

GIF is not mine. Credits to its owner! 🖤

Ever since Bucky woke up as the Winter Soldier, he never got to celebrate Christmas. Not even after he was freed from the Hydra assassin with the help of the Wakandans.

He would be invited by Shuri for Christmas dinners in the royal palace but he always preferred to be alone.

Bucky had been taught that Christmas is a day that is to be celebrated exclusively with family. His family.

Christmas has always been a special day in the Barnes family. They would all gather, no matter how busy everyone would be in their own business. They would eat dinner appreciatively, knowing that the ingredients used for their food cost so much and had been stored up months prior.

When he finally moved to New York in the present, Steve would invite him to Avengers Christmas dinners. However, he would be reluctant to go because Bucky well, he wouldn't want to impose.

He knows his place. Especially knowing that while everything that went between the Avengers was slowly healing, he still isn't on Tony Stark's good side.

But one Christmas, about two years after the Civil War, as media liked to call it, it was Tony who personally invited Bucky to join them.

"It's Christmas, Barnes. Do us a favor and come to dinner so that we wouldn't witness Rogers' sulky face and ruin everyone's mood for another year," he remembers Tony saying exaggeratedly.

And that Christmas dinner was when he first met you.

You were one of Natasha's two “sisters” from the Red Room and had been an official avenger since you reunited and finished off the existence of the Red Room and Dreykov.

That night, you still consider yourself pretty new in the team yet Bucky could tell that you fitted right in.

You would annoy Tony and exchange jokes and modern slang words with Peter.

You matched ugly Christmas sweaters with Steve.

You ate the desserts with Thor before dinner started, which earned you both a piece from Natasha and Clint.

Seeing you, also new to the team, being comfortable around the world's mightiest heroes brought a sense of comfort to Bucky.

You were also the one to first one to greet Bucky when he first stepped his foot in the compound that night. You greeted him a cheery "Merry Christmas" with the brightest sparkle in your eye.

When it was time to exchange gifts, Bucky was surprised when he realized you had one for him. It was a small box wrapped in a Christmas red wrapping paper printed with reindeers. Inside was a white wolf keychain.

You asked Steve about Bucky when you heard he was coming. You wanted to make sure that he would still feel included because you're "just passing it along," remembering how the Avengers surprised you too with gifts the first holiday you joined them.

That keychain dangled with Bucky's apartment keys ever since that night.

Everyone in that Christmas dinner decided to forget, even just for a moment, that they might have to suit up and attend to their responsibilities the next day and drank their hearts out. Tequila and Thor's Asgardian Mead were able to finish the job and there was nothing but unbalanced heroes, murmuring slurred words.

Except for four: you, Bucky, Steve and Peter. Peter, being a minor, was not allowed to drink and Steve decided to keep it civil with the mead and have everyone in check.

You, on the other hand, tapped out after three shots of that strong tequila Natasha bought.

And Bucky, well... He looked like he didn't even try to drink. You noticed how he just took a few sips and called it a night.

It was deep into the night when everyone started to go to their rooms and settle.

While Bucky cannot believe how for the first time in years he was able to feel the Christmas spirit again, he still decided to do what he always did in the past years. He went outside - to the compound's large lawn area. He plans to remember his family, his old life like he always did. Pretend, even just for an hour, that he can be himself, be the 40s Bucky again.

Bucky, as much as he would not like to admit it to the group he's trying to convince himself is his new family, would still prefer to be alone during this time. Like he always did. Like he was already used to.

Until he saw you there too.

Staring at the sky.

Deep in thoughts.

"Why are you still up?" you asked, not needing to look back to sense that he was there.

Bucky almost stepped back and go against his plans until you talked again. "I hope you liked the keychain. I remember Steve being proud of how the Wakandans are calling you the White Wolf and when I saw that in the store, I knew I had to."

He felt his heart stop at your soft voice and he replied a small, "Thank you."

Bucky stayed quiet trying to think whether he should join you as you never removed your gaze on the starry dark sky. Until he decided that there's no harm in doing what he intended to when he came there.

You both stayed in comfortable silence, deep in your own thoughts.

That night, the stars seemed to shine brighter and the wind didn't feel as cold.

You sighed and whispered to the wind, to yourself, or to Bucky. You were never really sure who you wanted to talk to but you just knew you had to get it out. "I never knew my true family. All my life, all I knew was the Red Room. Being a widow. The parents that I knew were Alexei and Melina. My sisters were Natasha and Yelena. Most days I'm grateful that even though it's not true, I get to have a family still. Most days I don't mind." You then looked at your company. "But during Christmas, I wonder if they think about me. My true family. If they remember me."

Bucky saw through your forced smile. He saw the longing in your eyes.

At that moment, he didn't know what to reply so he decided to just share his baggage too. "I knew my family," he started. "Christmas was a big thing in the Barnes household. The last time I was able to join them for a Christmas dinner was the year before I was drafted for the war. I looked forward to fighting and staying alive - for everything to be over, so that I can celebrate with them again to only wake up years later as an assassin, and when I finally got my mind back, I learned that they're- all of them- are gone." He chuckled bitterly and returned his gaze to the dark sky.

You let out a disgruntled snicker yourself. "Christmas shouldn't be this sad, don't you think?" you said.

Bucky looked at you with a small smile. "You seemed happy back there." He nodded back to the back entrance to the compound. "You pretty much provide the energy."

"You know what they say, people with the biggest smiles suffer from the biggest pain." You pressed your lips tightly.

Bucky didn't know what to say but you knew that he knew the truth to that. He may not be the type of person to cover his agony with a smile but he greatly suffered as well.

Bucky then instead got the keychain from his pocket and waved it in front of you. "I like it, by the way. Thank you again," referring to your earlier statement.

You smiled, wider and more genuine this time. "I knew you would! Now you owe me a gift."

Bucky nodded and went silent for a few seconds. Then he softly asked, "How about I be your company every Christmas as an exchange. Well, after Christmas. You know, like right now?"

"What?" you laughed.

"Well, it seems like you're a bit miserable and have to pretend you're happy every time this holiday exists. I'm miserable and well... I guess everybody knows that," he said lightly, "Why not be miserable together? In peace? After dinner?"

You saw how his brows raised and his head tilted to the left a little bit as he waited for your reply.

You then bit your lip. "Just sit or stand in silence and be drowned with our own thoughts?"

Bucky nodded. "If you want to voice out your thoughts as you did a while ago. I wouldn't mind." He gave you a small but encouraging smile.

"What makes you think you're invited for the next Avengers Christmas dinner?" you taunted.

Bucky put his hands inside the pockets of his pants and smirked. "Tony and Steve asked me to officially be an Avenger as a 'Christmas gift' so I'm pretty sure I'm covered."

Right then, a promise was made of a setup. A Christmas setup.

You.

Him.

The holiday.

In the middle of the night.

Silence.

Since then, you two would bond over your after Christmas dinner routines. Reminiscing. Thinking of the could have been's in your lives.

There was a Christmas where you would talk all night.

There was one where you would just hear each other's breathing and feel contented.

Between Christmases, you went to missions together.

You taught him how to do a TikTok video.

He taught you how to dance, 40s style.

You created a special bond.

One that no one in the team could get into.

Then feelings got involved and suddenly you and Bucky are not only each other's Christmas company.

You are each other's person.

After those miserable Christmases together, the holiday started to become brighter and more genuinely happy.

Christmas turned into something you two looked forward to.

Christmas was love.

It was joy.

It was a reminder of how long you and Bucky have made it.

But this Christmas was a little bit different. Scratch that, not little bit. This Christmas was entirely different.

Bucky was excited to see you yet he was also dreading this moment. He felt the misery creeping in as the time kept ticking. This time, he will be meeting you not after dinner.

He plans to spend this Christmas all day with you.

He prepared a picnic basket full of sandwiches. It reminded him of how you two would spend time at the compound, trying out different spreads and types of meat to put into your original "Buck & Y/N special" sandwiches.

There was also a drink. Your favorite.

His hand held tightly at the bouquet of your favorite flowers he ordered.

A black velvet box was sitting heavily in his pocket.

A tear escaped his eye as he stepped outside his apartment and locked the door, a now worn out keychain still dangling with his keys.

He looked up at the bright cloudy sky and sighed heavily.

A car ride later. Heavy steps. A dreadful walk. He finally reached you.

Y/N L/N. Avenger. Friend. Sister. Partner.

"Hi, doll." He whispered to the wind. "Merry Christmas."

Bucky sat on the grass, set down the flowers and the basket and caressed the cold granite with the engraving.

Then it was all out. Again.

This was the Christmas he was supposed to ask you to be his Christmas company forever.

He was so sure. So sure that it would happen.

That Christmas would be written differently for the two of you.

That you would be able to erase whatever pain this holiday caused you two before.

This Christmas was supposed to be the one where you wouldn't have to think of your lost families because you're finally going to be creating your own.

Until you had to be you - an Avenger with a heart too good for this world - and sacrificed yourself for everyone.

"Christmas shouldn't be this sad, don't you think?" he repeated the words you muttered to him that night, tears rolling down from his face.

Bucky looked up at the sky again, like you used to do.

"I know you're up there, doll," he sobbed. "I know you're happy and spreading your Christmas energy up there." He clutched on the grass he was sitting on. "But God, I'm miserable. And everybody knows."

He clutched the stone that had your name tighter. "I want my Christmas company back. Please come back."

There he was again.

Bucky and his Christmas.

Thinking of his family - what could have been his family.

And yes, he may still have company. Your friends. The Avengers.

But they're not his Christmas company.

They're not you.

And they know that James Buchanan Barnes will be spending the rest of Christmases like he did before he met you.

Alone.

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theblacklupins · 3 years

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Okay so like Hanahaki disease between Wolfstar

Idk if I write good angst but like be warned because you might feel feelings lol

Tw: a little bit of blood during the coughing and throwing up bits so yeah be careful

Anyway enjoy :)

When Remus started to slowly realize, he knew he was fucked.

He couldn't stop looking at Sirius, couldn't stop blushing whenever the other boy touched him, or offhandedly complimented him. When Sirius just smiled at him softly, grey eyes sparkling like the most absolute pure silver ever to exist. It made his heart palpilate, his palms to sweat and shake.

Remus hadn't be one to believe in the Hanahaki disease. But that was foolish. After all, when he lived in a world where people turning into animals and luck potions existed. It really shouldn't have come to him as a surprise.

It all started with a sore throat, but Remus figured it was just because he hadn't drank enough water, so he shrugged it off.

Then came the shortness of breath. He felt like he couldn't breathe, especially around Sirius. But that was normal too, so he didn't think much about it.

But when Sirius had hugged him one day, murmured an "I love you" and proceeded to walk towards his new girlfriend for the week, he felt horrible pain in his chest and throat and choked on something.

A petal.

Specifically, the bright but somehow pale pink petal of a camellia flower.

Remus' eyes widened as he watched it float to the ground, landing softly. Nobody else noticed, not with the hectic movement of breakfast in the Great Hall.

Remus hastily picked the god forsaken petal up in his fist and shoved it into the pocket of his robes. Nobody could know. Not even James, Peter or Sirius.

Especially Sirius.

Not just because of Remus' pathetic crush on the boy, but because he knew that if Sirius found out, there would be no end to the guilt and self-blame to Remus' current predicament. He couldn't do that to Sirius.

So he kept quiet.

This secret was far easier to hide than his 'furry problem' shit, mostly because he didn't have to disappear monthly. But he still had to swallow down painful mouthfuls of petals whenever Sirius hugged him, or held his hand, or worst of all, when he would say "I love you". It really fucking hurt.

The pain was nearly unbearable, violent coughing fits seeming to come out of nowhere, hacking his chest so hard it ached deeply. Of course, the Marauders were worried, but Remus just rolled his eyes good-naturedly and blamed it on the moon, thought it was several weeks away.

Remus hid it well, considering that he coughed 24/7 and had to swallow down fucking petals.

But he gradually started to lose weight, which was alarming, considering he wasn't made much of anything else but skin and bones.

And then came the blood.

Remus had coughed into his hand, frowning when he felt warm wetness coat his palm. He pulled it away from his lips, freezing when he saw blood.

"Remus?" James asked. "You okay?"

Remus recovered from his shock and covertly wiped his lips in case there was any blood. "Yeah. My sore throat getting to me, 's all."

Sirius frowned and walked closer, fingers skirting over the base of Remus' throat. "You sure? You've been coughing for two weeks now."

It was all Remus could do to not cough up petals right there, chest hurting so badly the literal breath of his lungs had disappeared.

(He spent the better half of the night throwing up pink petals and blood in a bathroom)

"Remus! You're still up for that Hogsmeade trip this weekend, right?" Sirius asked one day, bright smile almost blinding as his arm wrapped around his newest girlfriend's waist. She pouted.

"I don't get why you can't go with me," she whined, delicate fingers grasping at his robes. "I'm your girlfriend."

Siriua frowned. "And Remus is my best mate? I don't really see any problem here. Hang out with, I don't know, Renee or something."

Sirius' girlfriend glared at Remus and jerked away, storming off towards the girls' dorms. Remus blinked, as if he couldn't care less. But the pain straining his chest and throat said otherwise.

Sirius cleared his throat awkwardly. "So, Hogsmeade then?"

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Hogsmeade was a disaster.

Not only did Remus have to swallow the most amount of petals he'd ever had to, Sirius just wouldn't stop touching him.

It hurt. It really hurt.

Remus even had to jerk away when Sirius placed a hand on his waist.

Remus felt nothing but agony.

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And on a dark, late night, Remus was jerked awale to the feeling of intense pain and the need to throw up.

He rushed to the bathroom, gagging and watching through blurry, tear-stained eyes that the petals had grown to full-blown flowers now, bloomed and everything. Blood drenched the flowers as well, and he couldn't stop sobbing into his hands, occasionally coughing up more petals and blood.

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Remus was snappish to everyone, even Lily.

He couldn't stop feeling on edge, mood swings nearly making him keel over from how overwhelming they were.

He couldn't focus on his lessons, and now he had to wear god fucking turtlenecks under his robes so people couldn't see the black, seemingly inked-on vines that had been starting to crawl up from his chest up to the middle of his throat.

And it all was fucking painful.

To feel every flower in his lungs, to have every breath short, to see Sirius smile softly at someone who wasn't him.

It all hurt too much.

And then it happened.

Remus had been listening to Sirius talk animatedly about this girl, Cordney was her name, about how pretty, talented, smart, perfect she was. He didn't realize he had zoned out until after Sirius poked him.

"Earth to Rem?" he asked, amusement lacing his voice. "You okay there, mate?"

Remus nodded, wincing slightly at the throb of pain it caused. "Yep. Just need a nap."

Sirius hugged him then, telling him softly that he could sleep with him if he had trouble resting.

And Remus collapsed.

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"Why didn't you tell me? Or any of us, even?" Siruus whispered, eyes raking over the vines stretched across Remus's chest and throat.

Remus looked away.

Sirius took a hand in his slowly, but retracted immediately when Remus started coughing violently. Madam Pomfrey rushed in, eyes sad as she ushered Sirius out.

"I'm sorry, love. I need to confirm if he has what I'm hoping he doesn't have," she said, patting Sirius' head affectionately. "Go ahead and rest up in the dorms."

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Remus didn't want to forget Sirius.

But he had to. The flowers were going to kill him. And Sirius wasn't going to love him anytime soon, so he was forced to take the surgery.

And as Sirius held the werewolf's hand in his in the hospital room, after sobbing his entire heart out, realization dawned.

I love Remus.

And they watched in wonder as the vines slowly retracted, black ink disappearing ever so slightly.

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boop-le-snoot · 3 years

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PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 34

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A little bit of plot, but mostly ironstrange x reader filthy porn. Bukkake stuff. Stephen finally opening up a lil bit, I mean... I've slept through a 1/3 of a hospital and lemme tell you, doctors are kinky bastards. On the same note, there's definitely going to be a chapter where all three men are involved after the plot shit is resolved.

There was something big brewing. I had a hunch... which was more like a strong sense of doom... hanging over me and the rest of the world. Peter also had noticed the sudden spike in anxiety, quoting the sudden disappearance of many low-tier mutants from the streets. Usually, Peter dealt with at least a few enhanced enemies during his patrols but the closer it got to Christmas, the less enhanced bothered with small-time crimes, the more intense the buzzing of his Spidey sense became.

Now that my immediate lack of income wasn't a problem anymore, I set business onto that damn mercenary. I was no spy, I was no SHIELD operative but... I could be very clever.

First things first, I had to make sure I would stay alive no matter what. A subdermal tracker was a good guarantee of security and I spent many hours making one - having to keep it a secret was incredibly hard, I hated lying to my loves and I hated avoiding Wanda even more - I was constantly on the edge around the telepath, hyperfocused on keeping up the pretense of normalcy.

I wouldn't be me if I couldn't successfully pull off a whole ass façade. Unfortunately, the continued failures of the people searching left and right for the mercenary only fueled my strength for the inevitable fuck-fest that I would have to create in order to make sure my people get the peace they fucking deserve. The web of lies grew in size every damn day.

Subdermal tracker, an implant that reports directly to Friday upon activation. It hurt like a bitch - I had cut myself open, an inch wide gash on the inside of my forearm - and put it in without any anesthesia in my own bathroom, not even thinking twice before making up a lie that I had been careless in the lab and hurt myself.

An antidote to common tranquilizers, creating it gave me a headache the size of Moscow but I'd been successful; Tony assembled the whole team when he found it out, offering me a ridiculous amount of money for the formula. It was weird. SHIELD was interested, too, and I had to witness Tony and Coulson argue. Apparently, the agency wanted to recruit me and Tony was adamantly against it, totally forgetting the promise Natasha had given me. In the end, the spy and Coulson shared a quiet conversation and the man left, respectfully complimenting my skills.

I sold the formula to Stark Industries, unable to get rid of the weirdness of the situation. I had to shake hands with my own boyfriend and his ex-girlfriend... In a business setting. What. Just what. Bucky and Stephen couldn't stop laughing at the face I made all throughout that day - and Clint even went as far as to bake me a gag cake, a cartooney handshake drawn in frosting on top of it. I hit him with a spatula, Loki smiled in his direction for the first time in, like, ever. It was a trip and Tony had way too much fun with the incident.

Perhaps, turning myself into a cyborg stew wasn't the best plan that was possible to think up in a few weeks' time but I've never claimed to be exceptionally intelligent; if anything, I've always considered myself to be a moderately educated idiot. It is common knowledge that there are two halves of a whole idiot: my second half was on his way from California, having had received my very detailed e-mail about the whole cursed box fiasco and the consequences that followed. I could barely contain my excitement at the prospect of seeing uncle Eddie and his symbiote again.

Tony wasn't even half as excited; if anything, he bordered on outright hostile, bickering, and sassing everybody left and right. It could have been the situation at hand finally getting on his last nerves. It could have been his jealousy, the same that appeared every time I paid extra attention to someone that wasn't him, Bruce or Stephen. Either way, Bruce was sighing all the time now and Stephen's remarks began to fill with poison once again.

Just like the good old times, I guess. I was forced to pull a Me over and over, interrupting their petty arguments with increasingly absurd remarks. I felt like everybody was laughing at me these days, which ended in only one way it could have...

"Brat," Stephen's patience was paper-thin and, being forcefully distracted from yelling at Tony, he directed his angst at the nearest person - me. "I oughta put you over my knee. I swear to Cosmos..."

"Blah, blah, blah. Don't you ever get tired of listening to yourself talk?" I raised my eyebrows, tone deceptively calm. "You're talking too much for someone who can't even..." I didn't get to finish my sentence, suddenly finding my mouth firmly glued shut. It was magic - the sensation was pulling, but not unpleasant. Reminded me of a ball gag Tony had used on me in the early days of our relationship.

"Now, Dumbledore, hold your horses..." Tony interjected looking none-too-happy. The engineer placed a warning arm on the sorcerer's bicep, their little spat seemingly forgotten.

"What, Tony? She's been nothing but a mouthy urchin the past few days, I can't stand it anymore," They shared a meaningful look; no matter how much Tony wanted to argue, he knew Stephen was right. What he didn't know was that there probably have been a magic versus science altercation... Or worse. Humiliation was a small price to pay for some (relative) peace.

I did what I do best. I annoyed them further, throwing up a juicy middle finger to the two men and turned around with a huff, mind set on finding Loki to undo the mute ban Stephen gave me. Needless to say, I didn't make it very far.

In mere seconds, I was sandwiched between the two men, Stephen's finger delicately holding my chin to force me to look into his eyes. Tony was holding onto my shoulders from behind me - I could feel the tension, my engineer was almost buzzing with it. I was pretty sure my eyes were laughing anyway because Stephen's frown slowly transformed into a coy smirk once his stormy blues focused on my face.

"Brat," He repeated once again. "She's doing this on purpose."

"I can't say I'm surprised," Tony's breath tickled the nape of my neck. "That does sound like our little Princess," Apparently, it took all of a 0.1 second for Tony to switch from annoyed to horny. Men, they were so easy to play. "Baby, if you wanted our attention you could have just said so," He chastised me, hands sliding down to my waist.

I hummed, and then aggressively hummed some more until Stephen removed the magical gag. "Not like you'd notice it, being occupied with tearing each other's hair out," I pouted.

The sorcerer briefly averted his eyes, leaning down to softly kiss my pout. It was very unlikely I'd get an actual apology but a kiss I won't be complaining about either. "So, your best tactic was to annoy us even more? How does that work out for you?"

I pulled on the tied fabric around his waist, bringing him closer to me. "Pretty good, if I'm being honest. You're exactly where I wanted you to be," Carelessly, I began untying the layers of silks and cotton I had become intimately familiar with over the course of the past few weeks. Most of the time Steph wore his wizard garbs and while figuring out how to undo them was a trip at first, I had gotten him desperate enough a few times, for him to show me a few tips and tricks for easier access.

Tony snorted somewhere behind me. "You just want us for our bodies," His hands wormed their way under my shirt, brushing the underside of my breasts. Bra? Hardly know her. "Our beautiful, sexy bodies." Yes Tony, very humble.

"When will you learn, people?" I asked rhetorically, simultaneously leaning into both Tony's and Stephen's touch. "Why fight each other when you could be fucking me into oblivion instead?"

Stephen snorted, still not completely used to the at times crude things that left my (and occasionally Tony's) mouth. I had a hunch the sorcerer was holding back somewhat - for whatever reason - and I was eagerly waiting for him to get comfortable enough to reveal that special part of himself. Whatever it was, I just knew it was delicious and sinful and-

"Do you really think I will be giving you what you want after your little... Stunt?" Steph went balls out; his voice dropped and the intensity of his stare left me breathless. The hand that was stroking my face wrapped around my throat as he had some sort of a silent conversation with Tony.

"Yeah," I emphasized the word with an inaudible 'duh' behind it but obediently trotted along as Stephen backed up towards the couch, leading me by the throat like a pet on a leash. I was steadily going into 'no thoughts, head empty' territory.

"I like it when you get all bossy," Tony remarked casually but he was close enough for me to hear the strain in his voice. Every time we fucked, Tony eagerly gave up the control to Stephen. I definitely saw the appeal. Stephen Strange demanded authority effortlessly, his stern but fair attitude simply demanded to kneel.

That's just what I did. As soon as Stephen made himself comfortable on the Italian leather couch, I dropped to my knees, looking up at the man with big round eyes. Just like Tony and Bruce, Stephen had his own weaknesses when it came to moi and I wasn't ashamed to exploit them. Steph's stroked my hair, carding careful fingers through it, slowly unbuttoning his pants with his other hand.

"If you insist on being mouthy, I have a better task for you," He husked, pulling me closer towards him. I called it his doctor voice. Honestly, I don't have a clue how his surgical team could be around him with their pants on back in the day... The man was a snack on a silver platter.

Steph's erection sprang free. I didn't hesitate to wrap my hand around it, stroking the underside of his glans just like he liked it, looking to the side where Tony landed on the couch next to Stephen, a curious look on his face. Yeah, Tony liked to watch. Me and Stephen or me and Bruce... Me and Stephen and Bruce? That's an idea for later.

"Don't mind little old me," Tony smirked his trademark Stark mischief, getting comfortable, ditching his oil-stained shirt and unbuttoning his pants to lazily palm himself through his boxers. "Carry on," The smirk only grew when Tony noticed both me and Steph eyeing him with amusement.

I hid my grin, nodding my head, before wrapping my lips around the tip of Stephen's cock, relaxing my throat to prepare for the intrusion. Sweet and salty, the slit on his cockhead was mercilessly teased by the tip of my tongue.

Stephen murmured encouragements under his breath as I began to bob up and down, him controlling the pace with a hand in my hair, just the right balance between cruel and gentle. The sorcerer was always too good to me, bringing me to the point of overstimulation and instantly soothing the ache afterward; "Fuck, darling, your mouth feels like heaven," He groaned as I snuck a look upwards to see his lips parted and a steady flush crawling up his neck.

"She knows how to work a man, doesn't she?" Tony's lust had him panting, hips moving into his own hand. He leaned closer to Stephen, brushing my hair behind my ear with a tender hand. "Merlin needs to share," Tony began pulling me in his direction. I reluctantly let go of Stephen's cock, keeping up the pace with my hand as I scooted closer to Tony to be able to mouth at his stiff erection.

Watching me suck cock always got Tony hard enough to pound nails with. I couldn't blame him, I knew what I could do and did well; by the time I made my way down his thick flesh, drool was dripping down my chin and the make-up around my eyes was surely smeared by tears. My engineer was much less gentle than Steph, pounding my face without reservations.

"I know you can take it, baby girl, fuck," My face was held in his strong grip, thumbs digging into my jaw. "Such a good girl," The two words went straight down to my pussy and I had to squirm and clench my thighs together, whining at the lack of friction.

The air was pierced by a low moan - Stephen was fisting his erection almost desperately now, almost as desperately as I was humping the air, whining like a bitch in heat at the taste of Tony's cock in my mouth. I knew neither of the men would last long, not with all that pent up tension running through their minds and bodies.

"Fuck, come here, baby girl," The engineer yanked me off his cock, gripping the base of it so forcefully his knuckles turned white. I was all but dragged into the space between them; still kneeling, barely seeing with snot and tears smeared all over my face, I couldn't hold in the broken moan as the realization set in.

"Keep your eyes open!" Steph instructed furiously, scooting to tower over me. Tony followed in his steps as I obediently lifted my eyes to their cocks and then their faces; nearly identical furrowed brow expressions stared back at me, lips moist and eyes wide. Both men stroked themselves with renewed vigor.

I hummed softly before sticking out my tongue; their reaction didn't let me wait long. Strings of pearly white cum landed in my hair, on my face; I felt the warmth on my skin and tasted their salt and musk on the tip of my tongue, reflexively swallowing each and every drop that landed in my mouth, savoring it just like I savored the sinful groans that left their mouths.

"Fuck, you're so good to us," Tony panted, gracelessly falling backward onto the couch.

Stephen, however, didn't hurry to catch his breath, giving me a thoughtful look. His fingers shook more than ever but he paid no mind to the discomfort, gathering the cum dripping down my face with two fingers and offering it to me, holding them up to my lips as I gently cleaned them off. And he did it again, and again, until Tony gave a weak moan of recognition, throwing an arm under his head.

"Be polite, Princess," Stephen's voice hadn't lost the lust in it just yet.

"Thank you, sir," I mumbled, utterly captivated by the way he was looking at me. Stormy blues radiated a strong sense of intensity, devotion perhaps, that I wasn't ready for.

Stephen smiled at me, almost coyly, before kneeling right next to me and bringing me over the edge with a few sharp, clever movements of his hand. I held onto his shoulders for dear life, barely noticing Tony's reaction - if there was one - my other lover seemed to be as surprised as I was, choosing to hang back and observe the unusual situation.

I had a feeling that whatever it was, it would make another appearance during our playtime. It wasn't just sex, it wasn't making love - it was... Something. I loved every second of it.

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lamentation | THREE

{peter parker x fem!reader AU}

based on All the Bright Places by Jennifer Niven

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word count: 3,310

warnings: depression, anxiety, grief, mental illness! descriptions of injury/blood/gore! angst

18+!!! minors stay away!

Peter Parker: are you okay??

Peter Parker: (Y/N)?

Peter Parker: why aren't you at school? please tell me you're okay

You shut your phone off and buried your head under your pillow again, wishing for nothing more than to go back to sleep and escape life completely. All weekend long, and especially all morning, your phone had been ringing non stop with texts from Peter Parker. As much as you wished you could say you hadn't read them, you had.

You'd read them all almost as soon as you'd received them, but you just couldn't bring yourself to respond. You didn't need friends. You didn't want friends. Peter Parker was not your friend, and you were determined to keep it that way. No matter how hard he tried to force himself into your life, you were not going to let him in; you couldn't.

You couldn't let him in and risk getting hurt again, and today was yet another painful reminder of why. It was her birthday. At least, it would have been if she weren't dead. If you hadn't put her in the wrong place at the right time, ending her life and ruining yours forever.

For one tiny moment after you woke up, one minuscule fraction of a second, you forgot the importance of the day. You forgot what made the day different, and you forgot that your sister was dead. Or, rather, did you forget you ever had a sister at all? Had--that was the word that made you weep.

That fleeting moment of ignorance was the exact reason why it should have been you and not her. Surely, she never would have forgotten your birthday, or you, or your absence. She never would have looked at the date and even hesitated in remembering what the significance was. Always the better sister, the better person, the one who deserved it all.

Since that moment you had not left your bed, and Peter's latest slew of texts forced you to look at the time and acknowledge that hours had passed. It was lunch time, hours and hours since you'd awoken, and you had not moved even an inch. Everything felt too heavy.

The air felt too thick, gravity too strong, your body made of stone; you wondered if you were even able to move. Of course, you had shut your phone off so clearly you could move, but you didn't want to. It was so hard, so unbelievably hard to move. Why did everything have to be so tough?

As you laid there, staring at the blackened void of the backs of your eyelids because you just couldn't shut your mind off, your thoughts wandered through all the darkest places. Would she have been ashamed to see you like this? Would she have been disgusted with how you were acting, the person you had become?

God, why couldn't you just shut it off? Why couldn't you just make it all stop? That was all you wanted anymore. You wanted the thoughts, the feelings, the memories, everything, to just go away. You wanted to just exist in the empty void that only came about when you were sleeping. The space where your senses were gone and it was just you.

Or, maybe, you didn't want to exist at all. That wasn't to say that you wanted to die, even though you did, but rather that you just wanted to cease to exist. You wanted to never be, to never have been. It was complex thought that was equally as heavy and taxing to ponder.

Would that have made a difference? Would she have lived if you had never been around, never been alive, to lead her down all the paths that lead to that moment? If you hadn't existed, she wouldn't have been in the park at that perfect moment. If she, by some mystical force, had been there anyways, she wouldn't have lingered behind to save you.

Everyone's lives would have been so much better without you. Your parents wouldn't have had to work so much to afford everything for you and your sister. Your grandma might have lived longer, not having to exert herself so much to watch after the troublesome child that you had been. Maybe the butterfly effect of your lack of existence would have reached so far that the world would generally be a better place, too.

You barked a laugh at the thought, your voice hoarse from dehydration and lack of use. How pathetic it was of you to think you had so much of an impact! You surely were not so important that you changed that much about the world.

"(Y/N), honey?"

The world got a little heavier at the sound of your door creaking open and your mother's soft, hesitant voice. When you didn't respond, nor even move a muscle, she sighed, "(Y/N), you need to eat. I made some soup, I'll even bring it up to you if you want."

Despite the fact that you didn't feel hungry in even the slightest capacity, your stomach rumbled loudly at the mention of food. "Okay." you whispered, and when the door clicked shut again the silence was overwhelming.

She would have been so disappointed in you. You knew just how much you worried your parents with every passing day, and as much as you wanted to be better and make them feel better, you just couldn't bring yourself to care. You couldn't bring yourself to care about your wellbeing or how all the things you were doing, or not doing, affected your parents.

Caring wasn't easy anymore, and it felt foreign. You were so bogged down under all the baggage on your back, on your shoulders, and on your head that you couldn't expend any of the energy required to do so. If you did, if you tried, you'd surely have collapsed under the weight.

Your mother came back and left once more just as quickly, sighing quietly as she tried and failed to rouse you from your bed. You'd remained silent through the creak of the door, the soft clatter of the bowl and spoon being placed on your nightstand, her soft breathes of disappointment, and the click of the latch as she left again. You even held your breathe, so immersed in listening to all her little noises that you forgot about the air you needed to live.

When your mother returned to your room later that day, though it felt like seconds for you, she ripped the blankets from your body and blinked down at you tearfully. "You didn't eat." she stated simply, gesturing to the still full bowl of soup that was now ice cold.

You blinked back, though the tears in your eyes were due to the sudden burn of being open rather than emotion. The numbness had creeped in at some point during the day, and you couldn't feel a thing aside from empty. She waited there for a long, pregnant moment for you to respond, but you had no words.

What were you meant to say? You could hear your sister's voice scolding you for ignoring her, but you just couldn't think of the right thing to say anymore. "Get up, (Y/N). Dinner is getting cold and you're going to eat with us, even if I have to drag you out of this bed myself." your mother finally demanded.

Weakly, you clambered out of your bed and followed her downstairs. She tried to hide it, probably for your sake, but you could see the pleased smile on her face as she finally got you out of your bed. You wondered what it felt like to smile anymore. Could you smile anymore? You'd tried a few times, but it always felt awkward and forced and never looked quite right.

"She lives!"

You grimaced, your version of a smile, at your father's bland attempt at humor that earned a warning glare from your mother. Yes, you lived, and that was the problem. You didn't want to. You shouldn't have. It should have been her coming down to dinner to celebrate her birthday, not you trudging to the table to try and ignore the party that should have been taking place.

She would have been nineteen. Would she have liked college? Would she have found a cute college boy to date, maybe have brought him home to meet the family on her birthday? Your mother made her favorite food, a family recipe, and you pretended you didn't notice.

It didn't taste as good without her around to gush over it in anticipation. You'd never been much of a fan in the first place, but as a little sister it was your duty to love everything your big sister did. Food included, and you'd eagerly sucked down that casserole for years and claimed it was your favorite too.

"I'll be right back, don't go anywhere!" your mother announced, wiping her hands on a napkin as you choked down the last pea on your plate.

When she returned a few moments later with a large chocolate cake in her hands, a cold sweat blossomed over your body and you stiffened. "What's that?" you demanded, staring wide eyed at the all-too-familiar cake incredulously.

It was a rhetorical question. You knew exactly what it was, but you were horrified to see it. She'd made her famous chocolate cake, the same cake she'd made every year for your sister's birthday because, like the casserole, it too was her favorite.

Was this some kind of sick joke? Why did she make a cake? Your sister was gone, and there was nothing to celebrate. If anything you wished to still be hidden away under your blankets, moping and wishing for peace. Yet, here was your mother, placing the cake down on the table with a sheepish smile and watery eyes.

She stared at the cake, avoiding your eyes as she sniffed, "I just... I thought that maybe this would make it feel like she's still here. I just wanted a little bit of her to make the day a little less sad."

"She's not here, Mom." you snapped, "She's not here, and this isn't going to change that."

With a loud screech from your chair that scraped across the floor, you bolted away from the table and back to your room. God, why are you being so horrible? She's just trying her best, you don't have to be so hard on her... Your sister's voice echoed in your mind, rattling around your skull so hard you swore you could feel your teeth chatter.

She was right, and you knew it. You knew you were being unfair, cruel even, but you couldn't help it. You couldn't help the uncontrollable guilt that seeing all your sister's favorite foods brought creeping back over you. You couldn't help the bile that steadily rose up your throat at the thought of her, the sight of her ever-present empty chair.

You couldn't help any of it. The anger and guilt was too much to bear, especially as you heard your mother's choked sob echo from the dining room all the way to your bedroom. You'd done that. You'd made her cry with your selfish contempt. You were truly the worst.

Collapsing back onto your bed and burying yourself under your blankets, you smothered yourself with your pillow until it felt like your lungs were going to explode. The tears never came, though you wished for them desperately. You felt like crying, you wanted to cry, but you couldn't. You were all cried out once more.

A loud knock on your window startled you awake, and you blinked in surprise at the pitch darkness of your room. You couldn't remember falling asleep, but that was fairly typical anymore. When you don't dream, there's never really much to differentiate between wake and rest. It was always just like blinking your eyes--one moment it was one day, and the next it was another.

Time moved pretty strangely ever since the incident, you'd discovered. Sleep made time seem longer, more impactful, and without it the days all blurred together. Another knock caught your attention, followed by another, before there was a steady rapping at the glass pane that made you furrow your eyebrows.

You clicked the power button on your phone only to huff when you remembered you'd shut it off, and turned to face the window. A shadow passed before it and your heart stuttered frightfully. Another knock, another shadow, and you were surprised you hadn't peed your pants in fear. There was someone out there.

A head popped up over the windowsill, falling heavily against the glass with a loud bang that made you jump. "What the--Peter?" you gasped, your eyes slowly adjusting to the dim lighting until you could make out the familiar suit of Spiderman.

What the hell was Peter doing at your window, and why was he still dressed up in his stupid costume? Begrudgingly, yet secretly curious, you creeped out of your bed and opened the window with furrowed eyebrows. "Peter, what are you doing here?" you whispered, but he didn't respond.

Well, he didn't respond with words. He groaned, a strange gargled noise like he was trying to talk through a mouthful of water, and his head lolled to the side weakly. Prodding his shoulder, he nearly tumbled to the ground until you caught him awkwardly and strained to keep him upright. "P-please, help." he gasped.

Your heart was racing, and your mind was moving nearly as fast with a million questions. How the hell did Peter know where you lived? Why was he at your window? What was wrong with him? Why did he think you were the person to help him? Why, what, why, how, all the questions remained unanswered.

It was a great struggle to drag Peter through your window, a task that was done without much help from the surprisingly heavy boy who leaned nearly all of his weight onto you. You did it, though, and bit back a scream when you pulled your hands away to find them covered in blood. As you stared at the dark, red stains on your flesh, the smell of it hit you and your head was spinning.

Blood, and a lot of it. Immediately your mind brought you back to that fateful day, images of your sister's lifeless form flashing before your eyes and blurring the world around you. Your breathing grew shallower, and just as the tunnel vision started to encroach, Peter garbled, "Please, (Y/N), you need to help me."

He weakly slapped at his chest until his suit deflated like a balloon, peeling away from his body like a loose tarp that was easily pulled away from his skin. "Oh, my god!" you wailed. His body was riddled with cuts, scrapes, and bruises galore. You wondered if any of his skin remained unbroken, because everything was black, blue, and red.

For the first time in what felt like forever, your fight or flight switched gears to fight. You weren't entirely sure why, because you were crying and holding back vomit like your life depended on it, but you raced around your room to gather anything you could to staunch the bleeding. Every breathe you took overwhelmed you with the smell of blood, that familiar metallic scent of iron or pennies, but you couldn't breathe through your mouth.

If you opened your mouth, you were surely going to lose all the food you'd eaten for dinner. All you could think of was your sister. You thought of what she would have done, and you knew that you were making the right choice in helping him. She would never have left him to fend for himself. Most of all, though, you thought of your sister and how you hadn't stopped her from dying, and you couldn't do that again.

You couldn't let another person die as a result of your actions. You couldn't, and you wouldn't. So, you worked hard and fast through all your crying to patch Peter up as best as you could. Nothing needed stitches as far as you could tell, but nearly every inch of his skin was broken with some form of scrape, scratch, or cut.

It was messy, and by the time you finished you were pretty sure you had more of Peter's blood on your skin and clothes than he had on himself. He was asleep, or unconscious, you weren't entirely sure. What you were sure of, though, was that the sun was rising and he needed to leave. You needed him to get out, both for the sake of your mentality and your parents'.

So, you jabbed your fingers into his shoulder and hissed, "Wake up!"

He awoke frantically, his eyes snapping open and his body lurching upright as he looked around in a panic. "Get away--(Y/N)? What... What am I doing here? Where am I?" he stammered, slumping back onto the floor with a wince as he continued to scan his surroundings in confusion.

"You're in my bedroom, Parker, and I don't know why. You showed up covered in blood and begging for help." you grumbled in annoyance. "You need to go. It's almost morning."

He blinked in surprise, glancing out your window to see the early hints of dawn on the horizon. "I, uh, I'm... I'm sorry. I don't remember coming here." he mumbled, "Woah, did I hurt you? Oh my God, I hurt you, I'm so--"

"This is your blood, Peter." you growled, cutting off his frenzied rambling as he finally caught sight of the red stains all over your body. "Get out."

He stared at you with parted lips, eyes wide with panic and apprehension. "Are you crying?" he finally asked, his voice timid.

It took you a moment to realize that, yes, you were in fact crying. You hadn't realized that the tears were still flowing from your eyes, but as you did the adrenaline wore off and you choked out through a sob, "Get out! Get out of here, Peter!"

Without the adrenaline pumping through your veins to keep you grounded, the emotion of the entire situation caught up to you. All the fear, anguish, guilt, and anxiety--it all washed over you in an instant and you were losing it. But, you were also angry. You were angry with Peter for putting you in that position.

You were angry that he'd show up, barely alive and begging for your help, when he knew somewhat of what you'd been through. He knew, at the very least, that your sister's death was on your hands, and he put you in a position to put another name on that list. Most of all, though, you were angry that already all of your worst fears were thrown in your face.

Peter wasn't your friend, but some part of you wanted him to be, and already you were faced with the prospect of him dying and you being helpless to stop it. Why was the universe so cruel to you? Were you cursed? It was all a sick, twisted joke, and you wanted no part of it.

"(Y/N), what's wrong--"

You cried, "Just, please, go. I'll see you at school, okay? Just go!"

And, after a moment of hesitation, he went. He climbed out of your window from where he watched you for another minute longer, clearly unwilling to leave you alone in such a state. Peter watched wordlessly as you fumbled to close and latch the window, until you shut the curtains and shut him out again.

Peter Parker: i'm so sorry

Peter Parker: please be okay

Peter Parker: i better see you at school tomorrow or i'm coming back to check on you

Peter Parker: or today i guess

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