Bucky to Sam: Haha, dude... you are so cute, bro. Want to be my bf? Bf means brofriend, so it's like double the bro. You're my best bro dude. I love you, man. I really love you, so much.
Wanda tries to untangle her hair…
Y/N: may I comb it for you?
Y/N: I want to comb it for you
Wanda takes a seat as Y/N tenderly combs her tangled locks. Wanda hums in contentment.
Y/N: how does it look?
Wanda: amazing. Thank you malysh.
Goodnight n Go ~Steven Grant Imagine~
Summary: You have a crush on Steven and can't help but imagine what it would be like to date him.
Author’s Note: I've had this in my drafts for a while and I had been meaning to post this but never had time.
Song: Goodnight n Go by Ariana Grande
Reader’s Pronouns: She/Her
Please do not post this anywhere!!!
Side Note: This is a secondary blog. If you comment a question down below, I will not answer since this is not a main blog. Please send the question to my inbox if you want a response back!
Tell me why you gotta look at me that way
You know what it does to me
So baby, what you tryna say?
Lately, all I want is you on top of me
You know where your hands should be
So baby, won't you come show me?
You didn't know what attracted you to the sleep-deprived man but whatever it was, it worked. You were helplessly in love with Steven Grant of the gift shop.
You worked as one of the tour guides in the museum but before then, you used to work in the gift shop with Steven. That's how you met and eventually fell for him.
"So, Steven, where do you want to go to lunch?" You asked as you leaned over the counter. Your afternoon tour had just ended which meant that you were allowed to go to lunch. Normally, yours and Steven's lunch schedules were aligned which let you two hang out more than hanging out outside of your apartment.
"I hear there's this good vegan place not too far from here. They just opened up," Steven suggested.
"Okay. I can become a vegan for a day with you," you joked.
"Great. Shall we get going?" Steven asked you.
"We shall," you smiled at him.
I got you, I got you dreamin'
You close your eyes and you're screamin'
Play with your mind for no reason
I know you love how I tease it
You know that I'm playin', so don't be mistaken
You already know what I'm thinkin', boy
You smiled at Steven while he told you what he read last night about Egyptian mythology.
"You're such a nerd. You know that?" You asked him.
"No. I like it. You know I like it when you tell me more about Egyptian mythology," you smiled at him.
Sometimes your mind wandered to what it would have been like to just sleep with him. Is he good in bed? Is he inexperienced? It didn't matter. You were human. It was normal to have these thoughts about the man you had been crushing on for a while.
Oh, why'd you have to be so cute?
It's impossible to ignore you, ah
Why must you make me laugh so much?
It's bad enough we get along so well
You passed by the gift shop but stopped when you saw Steven. You smiled before walking over to him. His back was turned, facing you as he stocked up the stuff toys of the Egyptian goddess Taweret.
"Hey, Steven," you greeted.
Steven jumped in surprise as he turned around to look at you. You giggled at his little jump. He held a hippo in his arm as he looked over at you.
"Sorry for startling you. I just saw you in here and wanted to say hi," you said.
"It's alright. No harm done here," Steven smiled.
One of these days
You'll miss your train and come stay with me
(It's always say goodnight and go)
We'll have drinks and talk about things
And any excuse to stay awake with you
And you'd sleep here, and I'd sleep there
But then the heating may be down again
(At my convenience)
We'd be good, we'd be great together
"It's getting late again," Steven said as he looked at his phone.
"Do you really need to go?" You asked him.
You had invited Steven to a movie night since you both had gotten out of work a little earlier. The two of you were getting closer making you happier and falling more in love with him.
Yet you still couldn't help but think about what it would be like to finally be with Steven. He was everything you could ever ask for. He was nice, gentle, and perfect for you.
"Yeah. Don't want to be a bother and I got to make sure I feed my goldfish," Steven said with a shy smile.
"You could always spend the night here. I wouldn't mind you know," you tell him, trying to get confident around him now.
"I'm not sure. I don't want to make you uncomfortable," Steven said.
"You're always so sweet, Steven. But you wouldn't make me uncomfortable. Unless, I make you uncomfortable," you tell him with a small frown in the end.
"What? No! You're always so nice to me and I really... appreciate that," Steven tells you. You smile softly at him before standing up.
"I'm just saying, you always welcome here," you tell him as you kissed his cheek. Steven blushed hard as he looked at you.
"Oh shoot. I miss my train."
"Oh no. Really? I'm sorry. I can call you a cab or something," you offered.
"Maybe it wouldn't hurt to stay for a night," Steven said as he scratched the back of his head a little.
"I can pour us a drink," you tell him.
"Yeah. I'd like that," Steven smiled.
"Um... Y/n?" You snapped out of your thoughts to look at Steven.
"I'm sorry. What?"
"I'll see you later?" Steven asked.
"Oh yeah. Bye, Steven," you said.
Why'd you have to be so cute?
It's impossible to ignore you, ah
Why must you make me laugh so much?
It's bad enough we get along so well
Steven couldn't help but admit that he had fallen in love with you. You were so kind to him unlike others who thought he was a clumsy idiot. Every time you walked into a room, he felt like it became brighter with you. He loved it how he could make you laugh and vise versa.
"So, Y/n. Would you like to go on a walk around the park with me?" Steven asked you.
"Yeah. Sure. I'd love that," you smile.
As the two of you walk around the park, you both decided to grab some coffee before sitting down on a bench.
"Steven, is it okay if I tell you something?" You asked.
"Yeah. Of course."
"I like you. I really like you. I understand if you don't feel the same way but-"
He didn't know what came through to him. Steven quickly leaned in to kiss you to stop your sentence.
"I like you too. I'm sorry if I rushed into that. I should've asked first and-"
It was your turn to kiss him. When you pulled away, you both were blushing hard. You smiled softly at him before leaning your head on his shoulder.
"We can take it slow if you'd like," you tell him.
"I'd like that."
"Just promise me we can go on a date this weekend okay?"
"I promise," Steven smiled as he held your hand.
y/n: i could use a hug
natasha: you are bleeding y/n
y/n: yeah, so what? it's time for cuddle
natasha: it's time for hospital
y/n: i will only agree because i think i'm going to faint right now
Matt was sick to his stomach knowing you were in so much pain. The worst part was that he could not only hear but feel every short breath you took in your sleep. It was moments like these when Matt felt like his blindness was a blessing. Hearing you in pain was one thing, but the sight of it was something Matt doesn’t think he could handle. He can barely handle the sound of your shivers. The sound of it brought an ache so deep in Matt’s chest; so deep and hollow.
There was one thing for sure: you were finally safe. Safe in his bed, hurt, but safe. Claire had just finished bandaging your wounds. She didn’t forget to scold Matt while doing so.
“I don’t know if she’s lucky to have you, or unlucky, Matt,” Claire had said with a harsh tone.
Matt wasn’t sure how to respond to that.
You had been kidnapped by a group of very bad men, all because they knew you had some connection to Daredevil. They used you as bait to get to him and it unfortunately worked. And it caused you to suffer pain and trauma like you never imagined.
Matt falls to his knees beside you on his bed. He takes hold of your bruised hand and gently kisses each knuckle. He closes his eyes and says a prayer.
You stir in your sleep. A sharp, scorching pain shoots down your abdomen and you groan in discomfort. You’re no longer on slick pavement. It’s been traded for silk sheets.
You don’t know how you got here. You passed out from shock as soon as Daredevil–Matt–saved you.
To be continued.
Is that my sweater? | Elizabeth Olsen
Pairing: Elizabeth Olsen x Reader
Prompt: "Is that my sweater?"
masterlist | requests: closed | taglist | words: 700
While your girlfriend was out of state for the month to film a part of a new project, she had asked you to take care of her house plants and garden. Of course, you had said yes right away. You knew you were going to miss Elizabeth like crazy, at least this way you could be surrounded by her things and her smell.
And you were right, just being in Lizzie's home you felt closer to her. You still missed her every day, of course, but opening the door to her house and stepping inside always felt like you were surrounded by pieces of her.
The first week you just went to the house when you were done with work to water the plants and to make sure everything in Lizzie's vegetable garden was doing alright. But the further into the month you got, you started spending longer periods of time there. Until you got to week two without Lizzie and just decided to stay at her place until she got back. Of course, you still went to work, did groceries and any other tasks you would’ve usually done, but instead of going home you would go to Lizzie's.
Sleeping in her bed felt lonely without her at first, but once you started wearing one of her sweaters it felt like she was holding you. That’s how you started wearing either a t-shirt, a sweater or a hoodie of Lizzie's every day. Making sure to do the laundry so Lizzie wouldn't notice once she came back home.
Lizzie was coming home tomorrow afternoon, you had taken today and the rest of the week off, so you could spend as much time with her as you could. You were doing some cleaning, since Lizzie never actually gave you permission to stay at her house more than take care of the plants, when you heard the front door unlock. Your eyes widened, she got home early, and you have not yet removed the evidence of you staying here.
You hear her put her bags down on the floor and move towards the kitchen. You meet her halfway and hug her tight. "You're back, I've missed you so much!" You say still holding her tight. "Yeah, I wanted to surprise by coming home a day early. But you weren't at your apartment, so I thought maybe you were here. And here you are, I missed you so much too." She said with a smile, happy to have you back in her arms.
When you slowly loosen your hold on her she places both her hands on your cheeks and pulls you in for a kiss. When she pulls back she finally takes you in fully. "Is that my sweater?" You look down only now remembering that you're wearing it. "Yes, I wore it because it smells like you."
Smiling she says, "You're cute. I like when you wear my clothes." She takes your hand and walks you to the kitchen, "I need some water, but I don't want to leave your side." Then Lizzie looks at the counter and sees the evidence of you living there, the evidence that you were trying to erase. You start apologizing before she even mentioned anything. "I'm so sorry, I missed you so much and being surrounded by your stuff made me feel like a part of you was there. And I know that you didn’t give me permission to stay here, so I am really sorry." Lizzie stops your ramble.
"Hey love, it's okay. I'm not mad, you can stay at my place whenever you want." You release the breath you were holding. She was okay with it. She turns around, grabs a glass and fills it with water. "Actually, I've been thinking." She starts after putting the glass down again. She seems nervous. "Oh yeah, what's up?"
"Well, I’ve been thinking and Y/n, would you like to move in with me?" She asks. "Yes!" You say enthusiastically, "Yes, I would love that so much." You run into her open arms. You're both wearing gigantic smiles on your faces. This next step of your relationship was going to be amazing and you were sure of it.
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Crossing the Bridge (Wanda M. x Reader x Yelena B.)
Summary: the final piece of Picture-Perfect.
Warnings: Language, minor angst, regrets, etc.
Taglist: @natasharomanoffswife @natasha-danvers @aaron-despair @username23345 @xjiasx @nowthisisliving27 @higherfurther-romanova @summergeezburr @marvels-writings @imnotasuperhero @miscmarvelwritings @captain-josslett @onlyafewfindtheway @hayleyokami @b-5by5 @lostandsearching @evilcr0ne @meimei-a (sorry I forgot to tag for part 2, friend)
A/N: Ay, another minor series finished. Tada.
The aftermath of your confession had left everyone utterly speechless as they stared after you. Natasha had started to follow but Clint, finally understanding how damaging his best friend’s actions were to you, stepped in front of her before she could bolt from the room.
Yelena was the first to rise from the couch, furious at Natasha for pushing. Most of the team often forgot how human you were. Despite your powers – your kindness, your heart – you were still human.
“How dare you?” she hissed, fists clenched as she fought off the urge to slug her sister across the face, cheeks burning with anger despite the calming hand of the witch falling to her shoulder. “You repeatedly hurt her but have the audacity to believe she owes you anything? While you’re still fucking the woman you’d cheated on her with? Has someone recently slapped you with a stupid stick?”
Natasha’s face was flushed with shame. “Lena –”
“Don’t. You keep itching the wounds you caused, pouring salt in them every chance while daring to act like the wounded party. Do you not care about her at all? Did she ever mean anything to you? Because if you cared, you wouldn’t act so carelessly or selfishly; you wouldn’t make her cry. You’d apologize and let her heal without guilting her for possibly moving on without giving you a second chance,” Wanda scolded the silent redhead, shaking her head in disgust. She could feel her blonde friend – the third piece of their little love trio? – trembling beside her, frozen in her fury. “She deserves to be happy.”
“Actually,” Tony chimed in, a thoughtful lilt in his voice, “She gave you a lot of chances. To come clean about Carol. To stop fucking Carol. But you still haven’t done either of those things. You might’ve apologized, I’m not too sure, but did you ever consider her feelings? Answer the whys I’m sure (Y/N)’s been floating around ever since it happened?”
Tears fell down Natasha’s cheeks in steady streams as the gravity of what she’d done – and kept doing – washed over her. She’d never stopped to consider the things presented to her. Only worried about winning you back, she never once stopped to wonder why she couldn’t accept your goodbyes. Why she kept trying despite knowing she’d probably lost you the first time she’d let the blonde bed her. It wasn’t her love for you driving the need anymore –
It was the fear of never feeling loved like that again.
You’d been such a constant for so long. Loving her with your entire being; doing everything you could to help carry the weights of her past on your shoulders. Being her rock when the world crumbled around her. Somewhere along the way she had stopped trying to be a good girlfriend, simply basking in the feeling of your love without offering any of her own.
“I’m a monster,” she whispered, eyes falling closed. “I’m so sorry…”
Yelena’s lips twitched but she refused to offer her sister any comfort, knowing it wouldn’t be real on her part. She couldn’t decipher if this was another “woe is me” moment or true understanding but she didn’t care to find out.
“We should find (Y/N),” Wanda murmured to her companion, worry pinching her brows together as pieces of your thoughts echoed throughout the Compound, heartbreak emanating from you in waves. “I’m certain she needs us right now.”
Nodding, Yelena tangled her fingers with Wanda’s and began dragging her in the direction you’d escaped.
“T-try the roof,” Natasha offered weakly, a broken smile painted across her lips. “She likes to stare at the sky whenever she’s upset because she pretends her tears are fallen stars. Check Bucky’s hideaway spot.”
Peering over her shoulder at the distraught Widow, Yelena nodded sharply before she disappeared from sight with Wanda in tow. It was an obvious olive branch – and hopefully, it could be a start.
You were fairly positive there was a puddle beneath Bucky’s hammock but no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t stop the emotions or, subsequently, the tears that followed. Wiping angrily at your face, you desperately pondered the best ways to salvage everything. Even if they didn’t feel the same way about you, the idea of losing their friendships left you reeling and panicky.
It wasn’t an option.
Hearing the creaky roof door swing open, you tried to make yourself as small as possible, dragging the blanket Bucky kept tucked under the hammock over your head. It was absolutely ridiculous but maybe if you hid, whoever had come for you would leave you alone. It was unlikely, considering how nosey and heartfelt the majority of the team chose to be but you would hope this time might be different.
A gentle hand gripped the top of the blanket and tugged it down. Two sets of kind eyes peered at you, their respective greens shimmering in the clear night’s moonlight.
“Go ‘way,” you mumbled, closing your eyes so you wouldn’t be forced to see the pity that was surely lingering in their gaze.
Two soft but entirely different hands met your cheeks, wiping the tears that were still trickling along your skin. Yelena’s thumb was rougher but she was careful, so self-conscious of the calluses and scar tissue but you had never minded the feeling of them. You loved it, even if she couldn’t understand that.
Wanda’s hands were free of those same markings but you could always feel the magic thrumming just below her skin, tendrils of scarlet always within reach if she were to simply let her fingers wander. Both so utterly dangerous and yet…
You trusted them.
“Oh sweetheart,” Wanda cooed, “You don’t have to hide from us.”
Both women had to suppress their giggles at your whiny, “yes, I do.”
As silence encompassed the roof – aside from the occasional murmurs below and a passing vehicle – you realized you couldn’t stay hidden forever. Their gazes were burning against your skin, even if you couldn’t see it. You needed to face the music, whether it turn out to be a symphony or an elementary school concert.
No matter the outcome, you couldn’t run endlessly.
Slowly peeking up at the smiling heroines still lingering above you, a tentative – and so very sheepish – grin broke across your cheeks.
“Hi, malishka,” Yelena teased, tapping your nose affectionately before helping you sit upright, legs falling over the side of the hammock as you steadied yourself. “You did not have to run, you know. My sister is a bitch but no one was upset with you.”
Cheeks warm, you stared shamefaced at your feet. “I was embarrassed.”
“You did nothing wrong,” Wanda promised, keeping the hammock balanced with her magic as she settled at your side, Yelena claiming the other effortlessly. “She was out of line. She shouldn’t have pushed you when you were the injured party in all of this, not her. I do think she understands now, though.”
Chuckling humorlessly, you shrugged. “Nat loved the love. Not me, not anymore. I think it had been like that for a long time.”
“Well, no one has ever said my sister is smart,” Yelena sneered, though the venom once dripping from her words was absent. “She may have let you go but I am fairly certain you have two people who would feel honored to be loved by you. And…” she glanced over your shoulder at Wanda, “…who will love you and each other in return.”
Wanda beamed, nodding empathically. “Without hesitation.”
Wet laughter escaped your throat as you leaned against the young witch, dragging Yelena with you even as the hammock threatened to flip. All you wanted was to feel engulfed by the women who’d stolen your heart.
“To think you guys hated each other,” you razzed playfully, squealing as deft, strong assassin’s fingers dug into your side. “What?! You did!”
Pressing a kiss to your temple, Wanda shook her head. “I never hated her. I think we simply needed the final piece of our hearts to bind us together. Show us how to cross the bridge we never knew was there.”
“And now, we will walk the bridge together,” Yelena finished with a sappy smile, head falling to your shoulder as her arm snaked between you and Wanda so her hand could land atop your tangled fingers.
hi, could i request some agatha x reader hurt/comfort??? if not it’s okay, it’s super chill. maybe like during their stay in the hex reader feels like agatha doesn’t love them / want anything to do with them anymore and agatha eventually finds out and reassures them that isn’t true?? ((maybe with smut at the end??? only if you’re comfortable with it tho!!!)) i love your writing btw 💕
pairing: agatha harkness x reader
summary: ever since wanda had let her grief take over, everything had changed in westview and its people–yours and agatha's lives included.
warnings: a teeny tiny sexy time, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, ambiguous ending xd
You don’t know when it started–when Agatha barely comes home (granted it’s a fake one, but home, nonetheless.) Wherever you are, you consider home as long as you are with her, but right now, home feels like a faraway place, like it found a better person to give its shelter to.
Ever since Wanda had let her grief take over, everything had changed in Westview and its people–yours and Agatha's lives included.
Wanda, Wanda, Wanda–it’s all you can hear coming out of her mouth. You knew the older witch has an unquenchable thirst for power, and maybe you should’ve known that one day she’d prioritize terrorizing a grief-laden woman with immense power over her powerless, mortal girlfriend. That said, you would never want to be the reason she stops doing what she has been doing for decades, and this has been your setup whenever she has a mission. You would always wait for her at home, with Agatha always saying she didn't want you to get caught between the witchcraft and being the reason you get hurt. She'd always assure you that she'll be back safe and sound in no time, and she always delivered on her promises.
That's why this particular trip gave a different feel to it the minute you step foot in this fake world.
Gone were the days of waking up with Agatha cocooning you in her warmth. There was only cold and empty space beside you, even her scent missing from the barely used pillows. When she comes home at night, you don't ask her where she has been, or who she has been with—not that you feel the need to. There was only one reason you were in this dreary town.
When she’s not out messing with Wanda, she’s holed up in the basement, and you’re stuck in your room, thankful for the companion of the little rabbit. If you get lucky, you get a kiss or two as she passes by you around the house. You're not sure how long it has been since you arrived here, and for what it's worth, you've never felt so close yet so far with the love of your life. You feel a bit further away from her as days pass by, as the decades change. It hurts but you don't want to give up, even though the feeling of you're just wasting each other's time feels a little stronger every day.
Everything has changed, and you were scared you might be losing Agatha.
Agatha is out shopping with Wanda first thing in the morning, buying baby clothes with the redhead while she couldn't even sit through breakfast with you.
The fastest pregnancy in history should amaze you in the least, but you couldn't find it in you to feel something…anything. The more Agatha leaves your side, the more she takes every piece of you with her, leaving you hollow and empty.
That night, she slides into the covers next to you, slipping an arm around your waist. She presses a kiss to your shoulder and pulls you close. “Why are you still awake, darling?”
“Tell me about your day.”
You rolled your eyes, doubting if she genuinely wants to hear about it or if it was just to make small talk for old-time's sake. “There’s nothing to tell about it, it’s just the same old. Tell me about yours.”
As soon as she opened her mouth you regretted reciprocating the question. You should have known better than to hurt yourself hearing her talk about Wanda as if she'd rather be with her than in your presence.
“Oh, I can’t wait to see her again…” Agatha mumbled as she nuzzled your neck. That remark was the last nail in the coffin, the overwhelming jealousy and hurt provoking you and prompting you to turn and move on top of her. Her eyes went wide at the sudden movement, surprised. Agatha has never seen you with that fire in your eyes.
She was about to speak but you cut her off with a kiss. “Shh. Don't speak.” You felt her smirk against your lips. “Unless it's to scream my name.” I don't want to hear her name from your mouth.
Leaning down, you kissed Agatha feverishly, like a predator savoring its prey—teeth almost clashing, tongues shoved in each other's throat, bottom lips bruised as one suckled and nipped on the other like a hungry beast.
The way you took charge blew Agatha's mind, not stopping until you were sure she was limp and tired. She almost passed out right after, her eyes heavy with sleep. You didn't think you had it in you until tonight, but the intrusive thought that this might be your last night with her has won.
Agatha looks so peaceful in her sleep, her lashes fluttering ever so slightly. She had a small smile on her features, and her blissed-out look was one you could never forget. This is the first time that you even had time to properly look at her ever since her obsession with Wanda grew.
You didn't realize you were crying until you tasted salt on your lips.
At that same moment, you slipped out of bed, taking one last look at her before completely disappearing from her life.
Making your way through Ellis street was unexpectedly easier than you thought it would be. The night, though, made it harder to see the barrier, not that it was visible to the naked eye. You continued to walk forward, finding for the telltale signs of something unusual, something magical. Soon enough, you found what you were looking for. The barrier crackled and buzzed in front of you, its appearance reminiscent of television static.
You envied Wanda, wishing you also had the same abilities so Agatha won't have to chase another person to claim their power. She doesn't even have to ask, you know you'd willingly give her yours if you had them.
You wished you had your own Westview and just live happily and in peace with Agatha.
Based on what you heard from her rambles, you knew that Wanda was able to blast Geraldine out of the barrier. You don't know if you would be able to get past it, but you have to try.
Hovering your hand over the division, you tentatively let your fingertips push through. It felt like there was nothing sort of a barrier, as if the moment you laid your hands on it, it disappeared.
Was it letting you through?
With this newfound realization, you take a deep breath, getting ready to walk through it.
You watch as the barrier slowly sucks your hand, making a shiver run through your body. Halfway through your arm, a force pulls you away from the barrier—their gentle touch contrasting their strong grip on your waist.
She didn't let you fall to the ground, making her body catch you as you stumbled backward. Looking down at the black-stained hands on your stomach, you sighed in relief knowing it wasn't Wanda.
Now you feel like a complete fool—attempting to run away from Agatha only to feel comforted that she had prevented you from doing so.
The two of you stayed silent in the middle of the empty land, Agatha still holding you close to her. You could feel her heart rapidly beating—or maybe that was yours. You don't know anymore.
“Why are you up, Agatha? You should be sleeping.”
“I can't. Not without you.”
Scoffing, you wiggled out of her embrace to face her. “That's funny.” There was clear spite in your voice, but the tears that were starting to form in the corner of your eyes and the lump forming in your throat betrayed you.
Agatha reaches for your hand, holds it to her face, and presses a kiss on your palm. “I love you.”
“You sure have a funny way of showing that. I barely see you, you speak to me as if I'm just a wall to bounce your ideas off to. Everything's changed, and we're as close as strangers now, Agatha. I truly wish that this is all a nightmare, but I'm wide awake the whole time. I don't want to hold you back so I'm leaving—”
“Hold me back? You can never do that to me, darling. I can only find solace with you by my side. I asked you to come with me here because unlike all the other trips I've had, I'm unfamiliar with this– Wanda's source of power. You keep me grounded. When you're with me I feel…that everything's going to be fine.”
The witch comes home at night when you're already asleep. She makes her way under the covers to hold you close. She doesn't sleep, she just watches you as you rest–as creepy as it may sound. Agatha finds peace in listening to the steady beat of your heart.
But she's so close to breaking in the redhead, so she lets go of her hold on you before you could wake up. She thought it would be easier when you don't see her leave. She thought it would be easier to leave when you don't stare with your lovely eyes.
Clearly, she thought wrong.
Agatha didn't mean to hurt you, let alone make you feel that she doesn't love you anymore. She wants Wanda's immense power, yes, but it doesn't mean she wants her.
She should've known that look you gave her earlier before masking it away. Her chest hurts as she thinks about the way you silently suffered, thinking about how you thought she didn't love you anymore—which the very idea is appalling to her. Agatha can never not love you.
“I didn't mean to hurt you, and I'm sorry. Don't leave me, darling, please…please don't walk away.”
Tears began to fall from her eyes, and the sight alone breaks your heart even more. Suddenly, the idea of leaving her seemed outrageous. You wiped her tears with your thumb, your own falling freely on your face.
“I don't want to lose this with you. I don't want to lose you, Y/N.”
“I love you too.”
Her bright blue eyes lit up as they flickered to yours. “You're all I want, baby,” she says, cupping your cheeks. She steps closer, bringing your lips to hers.
“And more power?” you breathed, lips still ghosting against hers. Agatha looked confused but chuckled at the sight of your playful smirk. “All I want is you, and more power.”
“Then let's go take power from the undeserving.”
Hand in hand, you walked back towards your house, the daybreak illuminating your path. You felt content, free of the heavy feeling you've been carrying, but there's a new gnawing thought that creeps up behind your head that you won’t get to bask in this afterglow for long.
tags: @midnight-lestrange @minszhuo @tr333sus @shayzulia @our-blood-is-our-ink @academiagaymess @ilovehotactresses @thenazwife @poetsdeadxo @p-nymph @wandakink @phattypoobutt @starrknessblog @gmtsu @inlovewithagathaharkness80
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Summary: You visit Carol's office one afternoon. She makes it worth your time in more ways than one.
Relationship: CEO!Carol Danvers x Reader
Tags: Reader-Insert, Bottom!Reader, Top!Carol Danvers, Carol Danvers in a Suit™, Office S*x, Spanking, Oral (R Receiving), Fingering (R Receiving), Finger Sucking, Dirty Talk, Degradation, Praise, Name-Calling, Strap-on Use (R Receiving), Orgasm Control, S*x Toy Use, Strap-On Bl*wjob, C*ckwarming
Tag List: @wizardofstories
"You look very comfortable on my desk." Her amused voice reaches your ears from behind, making you turn around to glance at her.
Carol shuts the door behind her, taking you in with a quirked smirk. Her wrist flicks as she locks the big wooden doors, turning the key with a silent move. You're stuck inside the office with her, and the idea of it is very tempting.
There's only one reason for Carol to shut her door.
You shift, fully turning from your spot on her desk to take in the view that awaits you. Carol doesn't shy away from your gaze, keeping her eyes locked on yours as she works on undoing the intricate loop of her dark blue tie before swiftly pulling it off.
She looks great. It's almost a crime for someone to look this good wearing a suit, and it makes you wish she would wear it all the time at home too. "You look good, boss." You jokingly say, breathless.
Carol nods her head, confident. "I know." She approaches you with light steps, taking her time to make her way closer.
You almost salivate, eyes glazing over as you watch her. Carol never fails to take your breath away with her beauty. You're mesmerized by her.
And she knows that. "How are you, princess?" She says as soon as she's close enough, leaning down to be at your height and kissing your lips. You're shorter than her, and the high heels make her almost tower over you in a way that sends shivers down your spine.
Carol's lips have a taste of coffee. You know she spends her day surviving on multiple cups of it. She uses your moment of distraction to sling her tie behind your neck, leaving it hanging loosely on both sides of your shoulder.
You grasp the lapel of her expensive suit, pulling her closer. Carol allows you to do so, sighing against your lips as she traps you between her body and the desk. You start to pull the fabric off her broad shoulders, hoping she would let you do it, only for Carol to step back.
The blonde adjusts her jacket back in place, undoing two buttons of her white dress shirt. "You're such a naughty girl." She tsks, smirking. "You think you can come here, take my clothes off and go away without a punishment?"
You're sure you're sweating, grasping the tip of the tie to play with it. "Not quite," You say, knowing the trouble is worth it. "I thought I could come here, take your clothes off and make you fuck me before going away."
Carol pulls the tie from your neck with surprising speed. You hope your startled gasp isn't loud enough for everyone else in the building to hear when the blonde pulls you from the desk and swirls you around before pushing you back against it.
Your front meets the cold desk as you lay against it, legs dangling and your ass perfectly in view for Carol. "Give me your hands, darling." She orders, humming when you offer your wrists back for her.
Carol makes quick work of using her tie to bind them together, the expensive fabric rubbing against your skin. She pulls on it firmly to be sure it's good before leaning in until her warm mouth touches the shell of your ear. "You're lucky this isn't around your neck. I would love to pull you around by it until you learned your lesson."
You whimper, biting your lower lip. Carol smiles against your skin, kissing your neck with a gentleness you know won't be devoted to other areas of your body.
The blonde is almost indelicate with her movements as she pulls your dress up until your lower half is exposed to her gaze, hands roaming your skin. She hums when she sees your underwear, toying with the delicate lace before giving it one harsh tug that rips it, making you gasp. "Quiet." She warns you, carelessly throwing your underwear on the desk near your face to give you a view of the clear patch of arousal in it. "I'll stuff it inside your mouth if you don't keep quiet, understand?"
You nod, knowing Carol was one to keep her promises. "Good girl." She says, reading your silence as assent.
You have to hold back a moan.
Carol palms your ass, toying with the flesh. She squeezes hungrily, then gently moves it apart to peek at your soaked cunt, fingertips slipping down to touch you.
You close your eyes, trembling under her touch. "You're so wet already, hm?" You don't answer her, only nod your head. "Want me to touch you here, baby?" You nod again. Carol's open palm meets your ass with unbridled strength. "Wrong answer, princess."
You bite your lower lip, feeling soaked even more. You know Carol can see it. You know your arousal will probably be running down your thighs by the time she's done with you.
She hits you again, palming the offending flesh. "Next time, I think I'll use my belt." She says with another calculated slap on your ass following her words. Carol's favorite belt is a brown leather one. You imagine it would leave some painful marks behind.
You wonder how bad you would need to be for her to spank you with it.
"I'm sure you would love that." Carol continues her monologue, giving you two quick hits that make you taste blood on your tongue from how hard you bite your lip. "You're such a slut. I can see how wet this makes you." To prove her statement, Carol slides two digits down your cunt, gathering your arousal on the tip of it before bringing it forward to show you. "Open your mouth." She demands.
You follow her request, opening your lips to let her slide her fingertips inside your mouth. You close them around Carol's fingers, sucking greedily on them, tasting yourself. She pumps them inside, sliding in and out as if she was fucking your mouth.
Another slap echoes through the room, making you softly bite down.
"You taste so good, hm?" Carol mocks you, chuckling when you blush due to her words. "I think I'll have a taste myself. It would be a crime to ignore this feast in front of me." She continues saying, reaching out to grab the black phone on her desk, glistening fingers holding it. "Wanda?" She speaks into it, kneading the sensitive flesh of your ass without care. "Cancel my meeting with Mrs. Romanoff. I need to work on a few papers this afternoon. It should take me some time to be done, and I don't want to be bothered unless it's extremely important." When she's done, Carol sets the phone back in its place with a content sigh. "There, I'm all yours now."
She gets to work quickly after that. Carol kneels down, her warm breath hitting your core as she comes closer. Her hands pull your thighs apart, spreading your legs open for her lustful gaze.
The first stripe of her hot tongue against your core has you shaking with pleasure. You drop your head against the desk, curling your toes and wishing you could moan her name for the whole world to hear.
Carol hums, tongue swirling to gather your arousal. She focuses her licks near your hole, tasting you hungrily. The tip of her tongue teases your entrance, her hands spreading your ass apart so she can stuff her face with you, squeezing firmly.
She flattens her tongue, giving you one long stripe before her mouth closes around your clit, and she sucks. You choke on a gasp, tugging uselessly at your wrists. "You're really trying so hard to hold those moans in, aren't you?" Carol speaks up, taunting you. "It must be so hard for such a loud whore like you, maybe I should find something to keep your mouth busy with it. Maybe I'll invite Wanda in, I'm sure you would love to get your mouth on her, hm?"
You're unsure what answer she wants or if she wants an answer at all. Carol's fingers slide down to tease your hole while her mouth stops assaulting you, sliding just a bit inside before taking them off a few times. Your cunt stretches around them, begging for them while she teases you, never giving you what you want.
Finally, the blonde let her digits slide inside you. She curls them, immediately pumping them in and out of you. Her mouth returns to your clit, enveloping it in its warmth.
She focuses on your pleasure relentlessly, adding another finger. "Already?" She laughs when she feels the first sign of your orgasm approaching, feeling your walls squeeze her fingers and watching your thighs shake. "I'll allow it. Come for me, princess."
The permission makes you crumble. Your lips parted with an unabashed moan, a strangled and desperate plea of her name. Carol fingers you through it until it's too much, making you plead with her to stop. "Carol-" You whine her name, trembling.
"Who said you could talk?" She speaks, finally letting go. She's rough when she takes her fingers from you, standing up to come around the desk until she's in front of you. "I thought I made it very clear that you were to be quiet."
You nod your head, trying to look ashamed of your behavior. Carol spreads your lips open, sliding her fingers inside your mouth to make you clean them up. "I think I have just the right thing to correct your behavior."
She opens the second drawer of her desk, humming thoughtfully as she looks past papers to find what she's looking for. When Carol finds it, she brings it close to your face to show the small blue vibe she keeps stashed away.
You've never seen it before. You wonder if she kept it here for you, waiting for the inevitable moment she would fuck you in her office.
The blonde stands upright, undoes another button of her dress shirt, and carefully takes her suit off. She hangs it at the back of her chair, pulling the sleeves up to show her forearms in a little show for you.
You watch her with a batted breath, waiting for her next move. Carol looks down at you in a condescending way. "Ready, princess?" You're not sure what she expects you to be ready for, but you know you're ready for anything she wishes to give you.
Carol undoes the button of her pants, pulling down the zipper. She reaches inside, one hand bringing out the toy you weren't expecting to be there.
Carol's favorite blue strap hangs heavily, beautiful and big. It's probably the biggest toy she owns, and you're not sure how she hid it behind the light fabric of her pants. Your eyes widen in surprise, watching her hold it by the base with a proud glint in her eyes. "Don't look so surprised. You know I like to be prepared." She smirks, tapping your cheek with the silicone toy in a teasing way.
She grabs the vibe again, messing around with it until it's at a consistent speed. Carol steps closer, leaning forward.
"Open your mouth." She requests for a second time today, guiding the tip of the strap inside your mouth before bringing the vibe to your exposed core.
She slips it down your cunt, playing around with it while feeding you the whole length. Slowly, Carol angles her hip until you're choking on her strap before sliding it out. The hand that was holding the cock's base caresses the side of your face and slides down to curl around the front of your neck as she fucks your mouth.
The vibe settles on your clit, sending delicious vibrations up your body. You moan around Carol's cock, closing your eyes and letting the pleasure overwhelm you. You don't get to do much with your wrists tied together and Carol taking control of the speed and roughness of the strap thrusting inside your mouth.
You let her use you, widening your mouth to take more of the length inside. Carol notices your effort, caressing stray hairs away from your eyes, threading her fingers through your hair to hold it up in a ponytail grip. "Good girl, that's it. You look so good sucking my cock like this, princess."
You hum around her, half a moan and half a whimper. Carol's hips move slowly, the cock slipping in and out of your mouth rhythmically. She flicks the vibe, making the vibrations go faster.
You moan around her. Carol takes this opportunity to slide the strap further inside. Your nose touches the fabric of her white shirt, eyes rolling back as you take the whole length inside your mouth. "Oh, I love how good you look like this." Carol moans, lust swirling in those dark eyes as she watches you choke around her.
Finally, after what feels like too long, Carol gently slides it out. A string of saliva connects your puffy lips to the tip of her strap while you regain your breath, a whine leaving your lips when you remember the stimulation of the vibe against your clit.
Carol smiles and keeps her hold on the vibe steady. She watches you like you're a work of art, barely blinking. You glance up at her, desperate for release. "B-Boss?" You know she loves it when you call her that.
"May I come?" You don't know how you manage to say a full sentence, eyes watering.
You gasp, chin meeting the desk when Carol suddenly lets go of your hair. The stimulation of the vibe leaves your clit completely, a sudden loss that makes you whine as the edge of your orgasm goes away.
Carol throws the vibe aside carelessly, looking at you with a mean grin on her face. She laughs at your pouting face, shaking her head. "Don't make that face, baby." She says, gently tapping your cheek. "It makes me want to spend all day fucking your mouth."
It's a warning. You sigh, looking at her with your best puppy dog eyes.
Carol's face softens.
She grasps the base of her cock, and uses her palm to spread your saliva evenly on it. "Alright, princess. Let's make you come now, okay?"
She walks back to the other side of the desk, settling between your open legs. Carol's hand massages your lower back in a comforting way before she holds your hips steady.
You turn your head to look at her. Carol looks beautiful, completely focused on what's happening between your legs. She glances up at you upon feeling your gaze on her, smiling when she meets your eyes and pushes the tip of her cock against your hole. "Ready, princess?"
You nod your head a bit too enthusiastically.
Carol pushes in.
It's almost ridiculous how easily the strap slides in. Carol's push is careful, slow, and unnecessarily gentle because you're so wet and desperate that your cunt almost swallows the whole thing.
You let your forehead rest against the desk, moaning pitifully. Carol's breathing is labored behind you, her fingers digging into your skin where she holds you.
She pulls the whole thing out before thrusting it all back inside. Your walls clinging to the cock, almost overstimulated by the feeling of it. Carol knows how you like it, finding a rhythm for your pleasure.
She pounds you hard, fast. You hear the sound of her hips meeting your ass, feeling sore after the many spankings, and knowing your core would remember the size of her cock. You wondered if you would go home aching, wishing for more. If Carol would come home full of energy, longing to make you come on her cock and tongue many times more.
Carol's grip tightens, a groan leaving her lips as she puts her all into making you come. The blonde leans forward, her free hand grasping her tie and quickly undoing the knot that holds your wrists together.
When your hands are free, you bring one arm under your mouth, preparing yourself to bite down to stop the whole building from knowing how good she was fucking you. Your other hand remains behind your back because Carol intertwines her fingers with yours, craving the contact.
Underneath you, the desk moves forward with one particularly strong thrust that has you curling your toes. "Go on, come for me." Carol asks in a strangled voice, giving you another powerful thrust.
Your eyes roll back, teeth digging in the skin of your arm as you come around her cock. Carol stops her movements, burying the whole length deep into you to make you come around it. She lets out a tired breath, gently caressing your waist.
You feel the exhaustion consume you, distantly aware of Carol carefully taking the cock out of you. The blonde brings your dress down, adjusting it, and pockets your ripped underwear before circling her arms around your front.
You would fall on wobbly knees if not for her strong grip when Carol gets you on your feet, bringing you to rest against her front while she walks you both to her chair.
She sits down, bringing you to straddle her lap. The strap is still there, and Carol brings your head to her shoulder, kissing your forehead. "I need to work now. Do you want to go home or stay with me?"
"I wanna stay with you." You make yourself comfortable on her lap, raising your hips. Carol understands the sign, gripping the cock and bringing it to your entrance to let you slowly ease yourself on it before pulling your dress to cover you. "I'll be all spread for you later." You laugh into her neck, hearing Carol chuckle.
"Indeed, princess. Now, stay quiet and I'll give you a reward later, okay?"
You nod, hugging Carol's shoulder.
When you wake up hours later, it's to the blonde jostling you on her lap, sliding deeper inside you with the sudden movement. You whine, hearing her laugh. "Time to go home, princess. We have a long night ahead of us."
𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐈 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭 || 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐁𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩 (𝐩𝐭. 𝟏)
“𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘺
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦
𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨“
Inspo: Cigarettes After Sex - You’re All I Want
Pairing: Kate Bishop x Fem!reader
Summary: Love. What a dumb joke.
Warnings: Acts of violence and angsty feels.
There was a time when you thought that with human evolution and technology becoming one with people, maybe things would get better. Perhaps a sense of natural order would take place and things could become far safer than what it once was. There would be no need for Avengers or any type of superheroes. But with growth, it creates more problems to accompany this new way of life.
You were a Solo. A bounty hunter, a gun for hire, a messenger, a bodyguard. Whoever hired you and asked you to be something, you would do it for the right amount of money. Life alone was how you liked it in this vast dystopian growing world that waited for no one. Because you knew that if you weren’t someone in this new day and age, you would be forgotten. Doing things your way on your own is how you liked it and eliminated the potential pain you would be faced with.
But that was a problem when it came around to the newest Fixer to enter your life. Kate Bishop. She was the head of Bishop Security. Bad motherfucker if anyone got in her path or did anything to try and ruin her business. No one could hide from her. The reach she had over cities from her tech was unheard of and left the possibility of surviving her wrath less than one.
Smoke filled the small Aerodyne you were situated in. The interior of the aerial craft was spacious and luxurious. Leather seating and soft crimson lighting with drinks in holders on either side of the craft. But your eyes were focused on the bright colours of New York below. Holographic displays advertise the company’s products or others are used for scenery. Most of them were situated in the central part of New York with Harlem being left behind for backstreet Fixers and crimes to occur.
You grew up in Harlem. You knew how hard it was for up-and-coming mercs such as yourself to earn fair pay. A lot of the jobs out there were sketchy and came with a higher risk than some of the shit you did now. Sure, there was the occasional job where you had to do something like killing a high official, planting a bomb in a rival corp’s territory, or simply doing a pickup. A lot of the jobs that Kate had tasked you with put you in life-or-death situations, but you always managed to pull through. Something Kate had always liked about you.
“Arriving at your destination. Bishop Security Tower,” the automated A.I. announced. You sighed, taking a puff off your cigarette before dropping it. Crushing it under your military boot and clenching your red cybernetic arm. A gift by your boss that you considered a mark for anyone who dared to threaten you. You were Kate’s property. Nothing less and nothing more.
Once the Aerodyne lowered to the landing pad on the top of the skyscraper, the side door lifted and opened. Just as you were about to stand up, a bottle of Vodka caught your attention. Grabbing the neck of it, you then stood up and hopped off. The harsh greeting of howling winds was what welcomed you once you stepped off. Jacket bellowing around you with your hair pulled up after the very long day you’ve had.
But it did nothing to deter you from taking off the cap of the bottle and taking a long sip of the harsh substance. Face barely grimacing as you made your way to the stares along the side of the building. You knew you were going to need it for the next few minutes.
Entering the building, the warmth hugged your body. This office/apartment had become a second home for you. It didn’t seem professional to you at all and went against everything that related to your lifestyle. But it was hard to say otherwise when the woman that waited for you was able to relieve any tension and anger that clung to you.
“I guess the mission was a success,” Kate’s voice propelled through the open space and hit your ears as you made it down the set of stairs to where her office desk was. Off to the right, there was a small wall that divided her bedroom and to the left a couch where a TV was attached to the wall. But she was looking at her computer monitor. Staring at the news feed that was surrounding the bombing that had occurred over at Stark’s weapon plant.
You huffed, sitting down on the couch and placing the bottle of vodka down. But you did not speak. You let your silence and the reporter does the talking for you. Kate, on the other hand, didn’t like that one bit. Her eyes flickered to you and saw the exhausted aura that surrounded you. A splash of blood on your face as you stared at the wall emotionlessly.
Getting up from her chair, she made her way over quietly. Although it wasn’t talked about, Kate had been somewhat of a merc herself. Her own chrome surrounding her abilities with a bow and her sneaking abilities. So, her steps were light and practically mute. And before you even knew it, she was behind you. Her hands dropped to your shoulders where she gently rubbed soothing circles into your tense muscles.
This was how things went after every mission. You came back tired, Kate gave you a massage, and you give her the deets on the aftermath of the mission. But tonight, something in the air was different. There could be a million reasons as to why that was, but you could only identify one. And it was the fact that your five-year contract with Kate would finally end after this mission and you weren’t entirely sure what to do now.
“After the explosion, the Starks have been scrambling around trying to fix up the mess,” Kate said. “Public is coming to the conclusion it’s from faulty weapons. Leaving the Starks out of the arms dealing spectrum. Giving us another chance to acquire more of their turf.”
From the five years of you working with Kate, there were two things you learned in this time. One; everything she did had a reason. Very rarely she did do something impulsively. Perhaps it was just because her mother had once been in the business, but you liked to believe otherwise. When you had power as she did, there was no room for error. So, she was smart in laying out all the possible outcomes and coming to a decision. But the second thing; was she was relentless. Kate was power-hungry. Her mother’s desires had printed onto her and it was hard sometimes for you to tell the difference between the two women. There was never a “break” for her. There was always something else she could take if she had the time.
“Do you know why I wanted this mission to work so badly?” You asked softly, eyes half-lidded as you continued to stare ahead of you. You could feel Kate’s eyes focused solely on you. Her optics are able to see and decipher the truth behind words and the intention of a person - A lie detector, per se. “I slaughtered an entire boardroom of officials just to get this done for you. Hoped this would be enough for you to chill out and take a rest for a while.”
Truth was, you loved Kate. It hadn’t been something you planned on, but it was quite hard not to when she was someone you saw day after day and was subjected to her flirting. For most people, there was no problem with falling in love with someone. But the problem you faced was the extra variable. There wasn’t a chance for her to get hurt, but it was the fact that she would deny you. So, you had and would continue to do anything you can to ignore these emotions and get the hell out of New York for a while.
Looking over your shoulder at the Billionaire, you could see the surprised look on her face. “But I can very much tell that you wouldn’t care for anything I did for you,” You stood to your feet, her hands falling to her sides numbly as you faced her. “I’ll take the money from our contract and I’ll be out of here.”
“You are leaving?” Kate inquired, brows scrunching together. “I’m sorry, I’m really trying to figure out what is going on with you right now, because this isn’t the girl I remember from yesterday- Hell, even the day before. Did someone fuck with your frontal cortex whilst you were-”
As she reached out to playfully tap your forehead, you slapped her hand away. Jaw clenching as your cybernetic arm twitched slightly. But you exhaled heavily, staring right into the girl’s wide eyes. “Kate, I mean this. I’m leaving. I’m going to head back to Atlanta for a while. See where life takes me,” you said. “This city has done nothing but tears me down, build me back up, and then destroy me all over again. I’m sick of it.”
Kate, who was still shocked, could understand where you were coming from. Silently, her eyes brightened and your interface lit up. 5 million dollars being sent to your account without any sort of hold up. And it was enough to be the final push for you to get out of this city.
“Does your decision to leave have anything to do with me?” Her question sounded like she was defensive. Possibly daring you to say that it was and for her to bark your ear off forever thinking away. But it was. It was her fault for your decision to leave. Her insistence to make you feel things were a problem. Emotions and love only got someone so far before being the reason they’re dead. Heartbreak, anger, sorrow. Those three were the main chemicals for someone to chase a bullet instead of feeling such a way.
“Yes,” you answered quietly. “I hate caring about someone who couldn’t give a fuck about me. So, I’m leaving and our business is over with.” By the time the words left your mouth, it was far too late to take them back. But it left a large weight to be relieved from your shoulders as the CEO stared at you with parted lips. Shock overrode her entire body as you sniffled and ran a hand over your dishevelled features.
Your cold and rather, blunt reply left Kate speechless. Her eyes followed you as you went to the main elevator, stepped inside and pressed the button down to the garage. Leaving Kate to watch you make eye contact with her and say nothing or to even give her a chance to defend herself.
And right when those steel doors shut, you were gone. Leaving Kate without a merc and a piece of her heartbreaking off to drift into the unknown. But her eyes stung with her bottom lip being caught between her teeth as she exhaled shakily. “Please don’t go.”
Gamora about Peter Q: He's not just some guy. He's bisexual.
Nebula: Are you fucking kidding me?
Wanda and Y/N sitting at a restaurant table…
Y/N: have I ever told you how beautiful your smile is?
Wanda: (blushes) stop it. We’re in public
Y/N: well it’s true
Wanda swipes away her tub of fries before Y/N can grab any.
Wanda: nice try honey
Y/N: not even one?!
Paring: Steven Grant/Marc Spector × Gender neutral reader.
A/N: OK everyone, this is my first one short ever published here, on Tumblr. I kinda stuck writing, that's why Im trying to improve my writing skills. As a reminder, English is not my first language: if you find any errors, point them out to me! <3 Enjoy!
There was something wrong with Steven Grant. Lately his behavior seemed quite out of the norm, for example: forgetting where he was, the day, the time, what he was doing, to wear such clothing. It was worrisome, and yet he didn’t seem to realize it himself. As if things were all right. Normally, you know. I couldn’t understand this nonchalance from Steven.
—It’s nothing— he always repeated, with a reassuring smile on his face, —I don’t think I’ve come out of melon. At least, not yet!—
I even talked to him about considering an appointment with a psychiatrist, a good one.
He didn’t want to know about it. He claimed that he had nothing and that it was just stress that aggravated his situation. And insomnia. That was not so much insomnia.
One episode in particular caught my attention: he claimed to have been chased by a jackal the evening after our movie night. I stared at him in disbelief, not understanding the meaning of his words.
—A jackal? In a museum?
—__, you have to believe me, but it’s true! I’m not crazy, there really was that... thing that chased me, it scared the shit outta of me!
—Steven, don’t you think you need some sleep medicine?— I said, calmly, but worried.
—No, no, this is not about insomnia, I swear on the bloody Queen of Shiba! That thing chased me and then, the next moment, I didn’t understand anything.
I rubbed my eyes. I tried to understand something about what he was telling me, but it seemed so far-fetched as to be true. More like he was telling a lucid dream or... whatever it was.
—Go home, Steven-. My hand found place on his shoulder, making small, slow movements to reassure him, accompanied by a slight smile—you’re too stressed. Is Donna also influencing these... hallucinations?
—It really happened.
—Never mind, go home and enjoy the rest you deserve.
I was right: Steven needed to pull the plug for a while. Maybe take some time off, do something new, vent through a hobby...
Maybe, for once, he listened to my advice.
I didn’t hear from him for two whole days.
𖣘 𖣘 𖣘 𖣘 𖣘 𖣘 𖣘 𖣘 𖣘 𖣘 𖣘 𖣘 𖣘 𖣘
—Steven, are you home?
Nothing. I had already knocked three times at the door, alas, no answer from the other end. That he had gone into hibernation?
Shaking my head at that intrusive thought I did, I focused on the current situation.
Ah, wait a minute...
—Bingo! Unbelievable, sometimes I feel like I’ve got my head in the clouds worse than Steven— I laugh between me and me.
I was able to find the key to her apartment in my backpack. Why would I have a copy of hi original key? In short words: Steven often came to me, and I came to him, so much that we decided to copy the keys of our houses to each other. And if one left something in the other’s apartment, we wouldn’t have a problem with the key we had.
Brilliant, isn’t it?
Returning to where we were, with a forced click, the lock led the door to open. Calmly, but urgently, I took a quick look at all the rooms of his soulless home. The lights were off, things were well set up (unusual for Steven, he often leaves them where they happen), the bed well made.
So he left home?
—How about leaving the apartment, now?
As I turned around, I found myself in front of a someone who couldn't be Steven Grant. It didn’t look like him, he had something different: his hair was held back by the gel, he was wearing a leather jacket and a tight-fitting shirt underneath, as well as jeans.
His posture had also changed completely: he was way more rigid and imposing, while the accent no longer seemed typical English. In fact, hearing him right it was American.
—What are you saying? I’m here because I haven’t heard from you. Is this your way to thank me?
—I didn’t ask you to come here.
—Well, I’m here now, so suck it up.
Answering in tone was not one of the main characteristics of the man in front of me. He had literally lost everything about Steven Grant and now he was a completely new person. What the fuck was going on?
—What did you do to the accent? And the hair?—I pointed at his hair change, intrigued.
–Okay, will you at least tell me where you’ve been these days?
Still no answer.
—Who you really are? Where is Steven?
—Do you always stick your nose in things that don’t concern you?
This last question made me completely out of my mind. Anger issues had never been one of my favorite traits, and controlling them was even more difficult. Clenching my fists until they turned white didn’t help. I was a volcano, which could explode at any moment: that was the right time to explode.
—Then I’m so sorry if I came to check if you were okay or not, Steven or whoever you are! Next time, however, whatever happens, don’t expect my help, because if this is your gratitude, then I won’t help you anymore! You’re happy now, huh?
But I never expected the moment I burst into tears. A hand checked that I was really crying, bringing it to my left cheek: how had I not noticed it before?
Pulling up with my nose, and wiping away the remnants of tears, I looked into Steven’s eyes and in a broken voice I said: —I will no longer be there with you in times of greatest need.
With a brisk pace I rushed out of the apartment, but Steven took the opportunity to grab my wrist and stop before I left. He whispered something indecipherable.
—What did you say?— I questioned.
—Don’t leave me too, please.
Now Steven was crying too, and he didn’t mind covering his sobs. His hand let go of my wrist and covered his face. I realized that Steven was going through a tough time, and I shouldn’t have reacted that way, but moving away wasn’t gonna solve much. I let my arms embrace him and hold him close to me, whispering words of comfort. Tempted to reassure him, and when he did, I felt a second change. His expression softened, his eyes now kinder: the Steven I knew had returned.
—Is everything all right?— I asked, worried.
—Not quite. There’s something you need to know, maybe this is the right time to do it.
—Sure— I offered a reassuring smile, —I’ll hear you.
And that’s how I learned about Steven’s condition: a Dissociative Identity Disorder, and another person living in his body. He explained who I’d been dealing with a few minutes earlier, I held his hand and made him talk.
So, Marc was the one who pushed me away before?, I thought. Putting together the pieces of the puzzle, I knew why he was acting so strange.
—You don’t think I... don’t think we’re crazy, right, ___? - Steven asked, his eyes on the verge of filling with tears and crying again. His lip trembled, and his face resembled that of a frightened and confused child.
A smile made its way to my lips, hugging Steven (and Marc) a second time.
—No, Steven... there’s nothing wrong with you, guys. And whatever happens- I took his face gently, looked him in the eyes,—we’ll face it together. All three of us.
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summary: you're trying to wait patiently until peter is done with his work but you just really want him to touch you
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You sat in Peter's lap picking at the end of your tennis skirt trying desperately not to move too much on his lap.
You watched him write down math problems on the paper you could hardly understand and all you wanted to ask was for him to touch you.
You were afraid to sound too needy though, too touch starved and you hated when you sounded that way so you kept your mouth shut trying to wait patiently until he was finished though you had been sitting here for what felt like hours and your wetness was getting too much to bare you could just get up and scream for him to fuck yo-
"Can you stop moving?" He asked though his voice almost sounded as if he was teasing you.
His hands were on your waist stopping you from squirming in his lap. Your eyes were wide as you avoided his gaze. It wasn't that you thought he would judge you or anything it was just-
You didn't know why you were being such a baby you could just ask him to touch you and he would probably say yes but you were so nervous and you weren't really experienced in this whole thing.
"Did you hear me?" You looked at him realizing he had said something that you hadn't listened to because you were too busy wallowing in your horniness.
"I'm sorry what?" You managed to get out he leaned closer to your ear "I said you're soaking up my pants" You practically jumped off his lap looking and realizing oh fuck there was a wet spot on his pants.
You wished the floor could just swallow you up.
You let out an embarrassed squeal covering you face but he only laughed grabbing your hands pulling it away from your face.
"It's okay Y/N" he said softly once he saw your face again "It's okay to be needy" his nose bumped against yours as his voice soothed you just a bit. "Do you want me to help you?"
You bit your lip nervously, your teeth dig into your skin until his thumb pulled your lip from your teeth running his thumb over your bottom lip "I hate it when you do that" he mumbled softly "Do you want me to help you? Do you?"
"Y-yeah" you gulped as he gave you a kind smile and you found yourself wondering how you were blessed with such a wonderful boyfriend.
"I will never understand why you're so nervous around me" he turned you around sitting you back on his lap just the way you were before "I've touched you plenty of times" he teased tickling your sides.
He pushed up your skirt spreading your legs causing them to fall around his thigh "Is this okay?" He asked like he had done so many times before not moving until he got your answer.
"Yes" you breathed out.
His fingers slid over the crotch of your panties causing you to gasp slowly. He placed soft kisses on your jaw while he massaged your clit through the soft material. He smiled as he heard soft whimpers leaving your pretty lips.
He would never get tired of listening to the sweet noises you make.
He pushed your panties to the side shoving a finger inside you and you let out a moan "Peter"
"More" he chuckled pushing another finger inside you, you threw your head back against his shoulder giving him more access to your neck. He sucked onto your skin "Fuck" you pushed back against his hand that was quickly pushing his fingers in and out of you.
Your hand reached around digging in his hair your eyes closing as he dragged all the sweet noises out of you.
"You never have be afraid to ask" he mumbled into your ear fingerfucking you harder "I'll always touch you" he kissed your temple "I'll always fuck you" His fingers hit your g spot as he rubbed your clit harshly. You back arched at the feeling clenching around his fingers "All you gotta do is ask"
You felt your orgasm approaching "Peter I-"
The room was filled with your soft whines and moans and the sound of your wetness. Stars filled your vision as you came on his fingers.
He fucked you through your high before he stopped letting you catch your breath pressing light kisses along your face telling you how amazing you are.
You bit into your lip running your fingers through his hair "You wanna play a game?" He asked and you hummed lightly looking at him over your shoulder seeing a smirk playing on his lips.
"Like what Parker?"
"Let's see how many times I can make you cum before I finish this paper" he tapped his pencil on the desk raising his eyebrows. "Unless you're too chicken and just can't handle it" he teased his thumb flicking over your clit and you scoffed "You challenging me?"
"You're on, I can fucking handle it"
"Sure you can"
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crush (peter parker)
summary: peter has been visiting you as spider-man long enough to develop a crush on you. the problem? you have a crush on somebody else.
notes: u guys...i love peter parker so much okay!!! also this is a short fic bc i have a longer one in the works. yes i realize this is 4k words but like, that’s short for me ok bye happy reading!
warnings: typos, probably.
Peter Parker sat on the ledge of your fire escape, careful to avoid the patches of snow from the previous day. It had been a long night of patrolling and his lower back ached to no end. The familiar space spread warmth to Peter’s chest as he attempted to collect his breath, the inside of his suit scratching against his skin.
It had been dark out for a few hours. Peter knew that May would be going to sleep in an hour, leaving the perfect opportunity for him to slip back into his bedroom undetected. He had lied to her earlier, saying that he’d be studying with a group of friends he had made at university earlier that semester. But he had other places he needed to be.
He would be lying if he said his only reason for patrolling was to keep his city out of danger. While that was a big motivation for him to put his suit on, the other reason was because he wanted to see you.
Peter couldn’t recall when the two of you met exactly, but he remembers the moment like it was a core memory for him. You sat on your fire escape one Sunday evening when the sun was just about to set. You had been reading a book when Peter crash landed onto the space next to you because of pure exhaustion from nonstop crime fighting in the hours before the two of you met.
You sat perplexed and Peter was about to apologize profusely before swinging away when you offered him a sip of your water. Peter had been too stunned by how attractive you were to realize you had said something and nearly jumped off of the ledge when he realized you were speaking to him. He liked to think that the moment he wanted to be your friend was the moment you joked about needing to grab a camera from your apartment to take a picture of him.
But despite Peter’s gut telling him to leave you alone, he stayed. The both of you sat on the ledge until well after dark. Peter couldn’t remember a time where he felt closer to a stranger in a short amount of time and found himself swinging by your neighborhood during his nightly routine. He stopped by your window the next night and you welcomed him into your room with little hesitation.
Peter always came back. He lifted his hand to knock on your window and his heart beat twice as fast when he saw your smile directed towards him. You had been folding laundry and Peter imagined what life would be like if he had met you as Peter Parker instead of Spider-Man.
“How was your day?” Peter asked. He sat on the window sill with his legs dangling in your bedroom. The warm air helped soothe his aching back and he let himself relax for a while.
You laughed at his question. Peter never wanted to talk about himself and it was something you picked up on a while ago. He always asked you about your interests and what you liked to do when you weren’t with him. Peter was already secretive about his identity as to not reveal it, but he was far more interested in getting to know you.
“Same old, same old,” you said, resuming your laundry. “I was assigned a project for my journalism class and I’m already stressing out over it.”
Peter laughed and stood in your bedroom, closing the window behind him. You were always like this, stressing out over academic assignments even though he knew you managed your time well enough to get a good grade on it.
“You always say that,” he commented. You threw a shirt at him, which he caught and threw back at you.
“I know,” you agreed. “But I’m adding that to the list of things I’m stressed out about.”
Peter watched as you continued to fold your laundry and the moment he realized he saw your intimate clothing, he had involuntarily coughed and looked elsewhere. He was blushing profusely when you came to the same realization that he did and watched as you tried to put it away as quickly as possible.
“There’s this guy,” you said after a brief moment.
Peter’s heart dropped. A guy? He wasn’t aware that you were talking to anyone, otherwise you would have told him. Or perhaps you were talking to someone and this was your way of telling Peter. Either way, he felt his heart sink to the bottom of his stomach.
“A guy?” Peter croaked.
You sat on your bed as Peter sat on your large plush chair.
“It’s so stupid,” you said, burying your head in your knees.
“It’s not stupid,” Peter said despite himself. “People have crushes all the time.”
“Yeah, but this qualifies as borderline stalking,” you said with a groan. “I don’t even know his name. I only know about him because my friend asked him for homework pages and I happened to be with her. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone so tall and handsome.”
Peter didn’t know how to react.
“He was so willing to help my friend out and he nearly tripped over himself to get his notebook out of his backpack. The guy was so cute and just, argh,” you said. Peter laughed awkwardly.
“So your type is tall and awkward?”
You scrunched your nose. “My type is someone who respects me and the people in their lives, and it doesn’t help if they’re tall and bashful.”
Peter rolled his eyes under his mask.
“That could be anyone, Y/N.”
You threw a pillow at him.
“I can’t help who I find attractive, you dolt. This man had the sharpest jawline I’ve ever seen and he wears glasses.”
Peter frowned and spoke before thinking.
“What’s wrong with wearing glasses? I wear glasses.”
You looked at him and cocked your head to the side. This was the first bit of information you had about him and what he might look like underneath his Spider-Man suit. Peter nearly choked when he realized what he said.
“I don’t think it’s bad, Spidey,” you exclaimed. “I think it’s really attractive.”
Peter was silent. He didn’t know if you were talking about him or the guy you were talking about.
“Is it weird that I know you wear glasses?”
Peter didn’t know if he was thankful that the conversation switched from the boy you were crushing on to what he looked like.
“A little,” he said with a shrug. “But millions of people wear glasses so I don’t think you could ever spot me if you tried.”
“Yeah, yeah,” you muttered. “I wear contacts but I wear my glasses sometimes. Not often, though. It gets annoying having to readjust them. I wonder where that guy got his glasses from.”
Peter almost bolted out of your window but chose to stay. He’d rather talk to you about a guy you had been crushing on instead of not at all.
“I’ve never had a proper conversation with him. My friend tried to sneak photos of him but I think that’s just invading his personal privacy.”
He shrugged. “Maybe this is the start of a modern romance, or something.”
You laughed. “He’s like, the tallest boy I’ve ever met and he’s always riding a skateboard around campus. The guy looks like he’s really quiet unless you get to know him.”
“Maybe you should try talking to him.” Peter winced at his advice.
“I’m too shy,” you admitted. “I doubt he remembers me. We last spoke three days ago and I don’t blame him if he thinks I’m an utter creep for thinking about him since we met.”
“Guys don’t overthink like girls do,” Peter said despite watching you give him a pointed look. “If a pretty girl told me she’d been thinking about me, I’d ask her out.”
“You think I’m pretty?” you teased, walking from your seat on your bed towards him. Peter nearly panicked, coughing to alleviate his stress.
“Fine, have it your way. Stare at him from a distance for the rest of your life.” Peter tried his best to match your sarcastic tone without giving away how disappointed he was about not being able to ask you out on a date. He resigned himself to his seat, knowing he’d never be anything more than the boy who you talk to a few times during the week.
“It’s too soon,” you said with a sigh. Peter watched as you bit your lip and looked at the wall in front of you. He could tell you were thinking about the guy you were talking about and wished he was the one you were thinking about instead.
“I’ve gotta go,” Peter said abruptly.
“You just got here,” you said with a pout. Peter desperately wanted to stay but he knew he wouldn’t be able to handle you talking about another guy.
“I’m sorry, Y/N,” he apologized. “I’m really tired.”
“Okay,” you said while watching Peter open your window. “I’ll see you soon?”
“I’ll see you soon.”
The following day, Peter’s shoulders felt heavy as he heard his alarm clock go off. He could barely bring himself to get out of bed and into the kitchen where May was making breakfast. It was times like this when he wished he had his own apartment instead of sharing one with her, but his classes at his university were a mere twenty minute walk. He wished he could’ve skipped class and let himself wallow in his disappointment.
On his way to his first class, Peter couldn’t help but think about how impossible it would be for the two of you to have a relationship. Peter wasn’t so sure if he was willing to disclose his identity to you in order to keep you out of harm’s way. But even if he never revealed himself to you, it wouldn’t make a difference if he was still hanging out in your apartment every other night. Peter wasn’t willing to keep his distance from you.
It was always hard for him to keep his hands to himself. He wanted to hold you while you slept and he wanted to know what it felt like to kiss you without having to wear his suit. The both of you had vastly different lives and he was always concerned that you only liked him because he was Spider-Man. His insecurities got the better of him because he didn’t have a way of approaching you as Peter Parker.
He spent the rest of the day in a slump, wondering if he’d swing by your apartment later. But before he could really think about what he was doing, Peter put his suit on, patrolled for a few hours, and headed to your place.
“You left really early last night,” you said as you let him into your bedroom. Peter could hear the disappointment in your voice and felt extremely guilty.
“I know, I know,” he said above a whisper. “I was really exhausted last night.”
You nodded. “We can, I don’t know, watch a movie? I can order take out and we can just talk about your day, if you want.”
Peter didn’t know if it was desperation in your voice or if it was just him imagining that you wanted to spend time with him. He agreed and promised to buy you sandwiches the following weekend to make up for your generosity.
Being here with you felt real. He watched as you brought the pizza box with paper plates back to your room and couldn’t help but feel his heart grow at the normalcy. He loved seeing you laid back and carefree like this and Peter wished he could do this every night. He didn’t pay attention to what you picked on Netflix, instead focused on how you had let him sit on your bed with your body pressed next to him. He could feel your arm graze his and felt his senses spiral out of control. It took a lot in him not to pull you between his legs and hold you until you both fell asleep.
Halfway through the film, Peter watched as you moved closer to the point where your side was fully onto his. He didn’t think you realized what you were doing—your eyes were glued to the screen and your phone was across the room. Peter hesitated for a moment before he put his arm around you, unsure of your next move.
But he could see a faint smile. Peter dared to pull you closer to him.
When Peter woke up the next morning, he could barely register that you fell asleep on him. Your head was on his chest, your hair sprawled over your face as you slept. He brushed his fingers over your cheeks and moved the loose strands to the side of your face. You stirred in your sleep and Peter halted his movements, keeping his hands in his lap when you opened your eyes.
“Hi,” you said quietly. Peter almost groaned at how raspy your voice was first thing in the morning.
“Good morning,” he whispered. He watched you yawn and stretch. You didn’t get up from him for a moment, assessing your environment. When you realized you were nearly laying on top of him, he watched as you separated yourself from him.
“Do you want to brush your teeth?” you blurted, blushing at the realization that you nearly slept on him. “I have a spare toothbrush.”
“That would be great, actually,” Peter said.
A few moments later, Peter found himself staring into the mirror in your bathroom. It felt strange to be in your apartment without his mask on because he was always hyper aware of the fact that he was always here as his alter ego. But as he brushed his teeth, he listened to your footsteps in your bedroom next to the room he was in. He could hear your faint humming when he turned off the water faucet and smiled at how normal this felt.
“So this is goodbye for now, huh?” you asked him as he stepped back into your room. “It’s weird to know that you were in my bathroom without your mask on.”
Peter laughed. “I’ve always been here with my suit on so it was weird being able to take it off for a few minutes. It almost felt normal.”
You bit your lip. “I wish I could know you more than Spider-Man. I love what you do for the city and I could never ask for you to do anything more, but I just wish we could be normal friends.”
Peter’s heart swelled at your confession and he was elated to receive verbal confirmation that you wanted to know him for who he is. But at the same time, his heart dropped because he knew he wouldn't be able to bring himself to reveal himself to you, especially when you have feelings for someone else.
“Me too,” he said. Peter fixed his suit and opened your window. “I had a lot of fun, Y/N.”
“I did too,” you said as he stepped onto the fire escape.
You followed and stood next to him and watched as he hesitated to swing away, instead turning to look at you. Peter lurched forward to hold you in an embrace. He’d never gone as far as to hold you like this, his arms around your shoulder on a cold New York morning after he had spent the night. Peter’s taller frame allowed him to press his cheek against the crown of your head and he closed his eyes in delight.
“Thank you for last night,” Peter said before letting you go reluctantly. “I haven’t had down time in a while.”
“Anytime, Spidey,” you nearly stuttered. “If you ever need quiet, you know where I live.”
“You should…you should talk to the guy you like,” Peter said. He would be damned if you didn’t get your chance at happiness because of his inherent jealousy. “Ask him on a coffee date, or something.”
Peter swung away before he could do or say anything else he would regret.
The following Monday was cloudy with a streak of sunlight emerging from the clouds. As Peter rode his skateboard in between classes, he couldn’t help but think about the night the two of you shared. Sure, he was in his Spider-Man suit and it wasn’t a conventional sleepover, but he slept over nonetheless. Peter was able to take his mask off in your bathroom with you in the room next door. For a single moment, Peter pretended that it was a regular occurrence and it was him who you had a crush on, not the unnamed guy you couldn’t stop talking about.
Peter knew nothing in his life was simple once he was publicly named as Spider-Man, including his love life. He desperately wanted to tell you how he felt and tell you to forget about the guy who didn’t know you existed because he stood there in front of you almost every night, willing you to choose him because he liked you for who you were. He liked that you were passionate about your creative endeavours. He liked that your bedroom was filled with personal memories from college and from your hometown. He liked that you were comfortable speaking your mind with him.
It was hard to live two lives at once. It was harder to keep this secret away from you because he wanted you to know every single part of him. It hurt Peter to know that you didn’t really know him; you knew the image of him he presented when he was Spider-Man. You knew he was a bit awkward during one-on-one conversations and that he was passionate about working for the community based on everything you’ve seen him do and what you’ve talked about with him. And Peter knew you wanted to get to know him on a deeply personal level like he had done with you, but he wasn’t willing to risk it if it meant putting you in any kind of danger.
His headphones were secured and his thoughts were above the clouds. Peter barely registered that he had bumped into someone while riding his skateboard until he fell off of it himself.
“Oh God,” Peter mumbled, ripping his headphones out and shoving them in his pocket. “I am so—”
Peter looked up to see you in front of him.
He sat there, astonished at the coincidence and pure luck he had. Did you go to the same university that he did and had he not known it this entire time? How many discussions did the both of you have about your classes only for him not to put two and two together?
“I’m very sorry,” you began, stuttering when you picked up your phone and other belongings from the floor. “I wasn’t watching where I was going.”
Peter grabbed his skateboard and offered you a hand. He watched as you accepted his offer and wanted to leap from excitement when your palm touched his. You dusted your skirt off as Peter adjusted his backpack, watching as you kept glancing at him and then looking away.
“It’s my fault,” Peter said, releasing your hand once he realized he’d been holding it for too long. “I guess I got too wrapped up in my music.”
“I understand,” you said with an awkward laugh. “Sometimes I get too distracted when I’m listening to my favorite music. It just puts me in space that makes me daydream a lot.”
Peter watched as your eyes widened at the realization that you had probably shared too much. He knew this expression all too well and to assuage your thoughts, he agreed.
“Oh, definitely,” he said with a shy grin. “Everyone’s always telling me I should probably stop listening to music when I’m going somewhere because I always end up in a daydream of sorts.”
It was your turn to laugh.
“I can’t say I’ve ever run into anyone while skateboarding, but I’ve definitely had my fair share of run ins because my music was a little too loud.”
As your laughs died down, Peter was able to get a good look at you. He’d never seen you outside of the front steps of your apartment building. It was surreal to see you in such a normal setting. It was like he was running into an old friend he hadn’t seen in a while.
“Would you like to…” you began. Peter snapped out of his thoughts when he heard you speak.
“Hm?” he asked.
You shook your head. “Never mind.” You took a step back and put your phone in your back pocket. “Sorry again for running into you. Have a great day!”
Peter watched as you walked away, a warm feeling growing in his chest.
He didn’t think much of going to your apartment later that night, casually swinging across the city until he reached the familiar fire escape he had grown to love so much. You sat by the window when he arrived and Peter was curious as to why you had waited for him.
“You usually come around this time,” you said with a shrug. “I just thought I’d wait for you, is all.”
“I’m touched, Y/N,” said Peter. “How was your day?”
Peter watched as you became bashful.
“Oh God,” you started, your voice rising an octave. “I had the most embarrassing day and I came back straight home after my classes. I don’t think I could step foot outside my apartment again, if I’m being honest.”
Peter laughed. “Come on, it couldn't be that bad.”
You laughed nervously.
“Spidey, you may be right about a lot of things, but you’re wrong about this one. For one, I was late by fifteen minutes to my first class because I overslept, which wasn’t my proudest moment.”
Peter watched as you paced around your room.
“And?” he asked.
“And, I ended up running into the guy I’ve been crushing on today.”
Peter’s heart dropped.
“Yeah?” he croaked.
“It was so mortifying,” you said, bringing your hands to your face. “He was riding on his skateboard and I was too preoccupied talking to my friend on the phone to notice him next to me until I was on the ground. I was trying to find her in the courtyard where I ran into him.”
You stopped in front of Peter and looked at him.
“And then I tried to ask him out but I chicken out at the last minute because he was looking at me like he wanted to kiss me, which must’ve been in my head because we had met only once and that was weeks ago! But then my friend who I met up with saw me run into him and she told me that his name is Peter Parker, so I guess I have that to remember the next time I see him.”
Peter’s eyes widened and he stood up abruptly, causing you to take a few steps back.
“Wait, what?” was all he said.
“Please don’t tell me you weren’t listening,” you groaned. “I said that I ran into—”
“I got that,” he interjected. “Your crush, his name is Peter Parker?”
You raised an eyebrow at him.
“What, do you know him or something?”
Before Peter could think about the consequences, he used his fingers to lift off his mask.
He watched as your eyes widened with realization and as you replayed the events in your head. Peter watched as your mouth hung upon as you tried to process the information given to you and felt a sense of relief knowing you knew who he was.
“You little shit!”
Peter did not expect that to be your first reaction.
“All this time I’ve been talking about my crush who is stupidly tall and handsome, and all this time it was you?”
“To be fair,” Peter said, taking a step forward, “I didn’t know you were talking about me. I’ve had feelings for you for a while but when you started talking about having a crush, I thought my chances were done for.”
Your breathing increased at an uneven pace. The guy who you saw around campus but was too nervous to talk to was the guy who had been spending almost every night in your bedroom. The guy you wanted to ask out was the guy who slept in your bed the night before.
“I’m so embarrassed,” you said, looking away from him.
Peter cupped your jawline and stroked your cheeks with the pad of his thumbs. He gazed down at you and smiled at how the tip of your glistened with the highlighter that he knew you loved so much.
“I like you,” he confessed. “That day where we accidentally met was the best day of my life. You make me feel like I don’t need to be two people at once.”
“Peter,” you whispered. He nodded at you. “Peter Parker, I feel the same way. I always wished you would let me know who you were because I like you for you.”
“Knowing you has been an absolute privilege.”
And then he kissed you.
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