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waitimcomingtoo · 3 years

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In Case You Don’t Live Forever

~chapter three rewritten~

Pairing: Peter Parker x Venom!Reader

Synopsis: you are Peter’s greatest love and Spiderman’s greatest enemy

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Peter arrived at the Avengers tower with a little pep in his step. His new neighbor was on his mind and he couldn’t get her off. He knew it was a long shot, after all you’d only had one conversation, but he felt like there was a connection between you. You were awkward, he was awkward. What more does a relationship need?

Tony was quick to notice the change in Peters mood. A dreamy smile crept across his face every now and then while Tony was trying to explain something about his nanotechnology.

“Alright Underoos, whats on your mind? A girl? Boy? That gorgeous Aunt of yours? Oh wait no, that’s what’s on my mind.” Tony smirked, making a blush paint Peters cheeks.

“Nothing sir. Sorry, I’ll pay attention.” Peter answered quickly. Tony scanned Peter up and down skeptically.

“So its a girl. Alright. Who is she?” Tony asked, motioning for Peter to sit down with him.

“This girl moved in across the hall from me about a week ago. I’d see her on the stairs sometimes, or in the lobby. She’s beautiful, Mr. Stark. I mean, really beautiful. And I know girls are a lot more than their appearance, trust me, but I can never look away. It’s like God made a perfect batch of cookie dough, and then made a perfect cookie cutter, and then hand made her just for me. There’s just, there’s something about her. I feel like I’ve always known her, and I don’t even know her yet. She knocked on my door this morning and I nearly had a heart attack when I saw her through the peephole. I played dumb and acted like I didn’t know she lived across the hall.” Peter started to explain. A twinge of embarrassment struck him at the memory of what he said to you.

“Oh God. You said something stupid, didn’t you?” Tony inquired, noticing the look of embarrassment on Peters face as he recalled their conversation. Tony leaned on his hands like a child, this stuff exciting him more than anything.

“I insulted her dead father and called him smelly.” Peter admitted, and Tony laughed.

“But she found it funny and agreed with me.” Peter quickly followed up.

“Wow. Normally I’d say there’s no coming back from that, but she seems like a keeper. So, are you gonna throw on your Spidey suit and take her for a ride around the city? Works with all the ladies.” Tony wiggled eyebrows, but Peter shook his head.

“No. Spider-Man isn’t a party trick or some tactic to pick up girls. Plus, I want her to like me for me. That’s why I invited her over for dinner tonight.” Peter answered. Tony looked down at his hands, not wanting Peter to see how proud he was. He couldn’t let Peter get too cocky.

“That was a test and you passed.” To y quipped. “Alright, spider child, you have my blessing. But no funny business tonight. If I find out I’m gonna have to design nanotech baby clothes, I’m gonna be pissed.”

Peter blushed at the mere thought of what Tony was implying and spent the rest of his time at the tower going over missions to get you off his mind.

You arrived at Peters at 6:07. You were done getting ready at 5:45, and sat in the living room on your phone until you were slightly late. You didn’t want to be early, like some loser. Or even worse, on time. You had to be fashionably, but not rudely, late.

You knocked on Peters door at 6:07 and waited. The door swung open instantly, as if he’d be waiting right behind.

“I know what you’re thinking.” He stated. “I’ll let you decide if I was waiting at the door for you or if I’m just really fast. “

He had successfully broken the ice, and you gave kudos to him for trying.

You, on the other hand, were drawing a blank. You had no idea what to say and you were a reporter for crying out loud. You didn’t get tripped up on my words, but something about Peter Parker and that damn collared shirt rendered you unable to formulate a thought. All you could do was stand there and smile at him. You felt like you were standing weirdly and all the sudden had no idea where to put your hands. Do you leave them at your sides? That felt too stiff and soldier-like. But where else would they go? You were pretty sure every brain cell had left your body at that point, leaving you defenseless.

“You look nice.” Peter blurted, interrupting the awkward silence that had settled between you. Even he seemed surprised by his statement. You looked down and shrugged. You looked as nice as a lazy person who didn’t fully unpack their clothes could look. You had on a casual grey dress that was made of some sort of t-shirt material, and your hair was in a loose bun with a few curls framing your face. Peter took in your appearance with what looked like approval. Then you noticed Peters gaze falling to your feet.

“Converse with a dress.” He noted. “Bold move.”

You felt your personality re-enter your body, finally, and nodded.

“Oh yeah. You know me. Quirky and cool and not like other girls.” You joked as you clicked your heels together. “You look nice too. Very…Freddie Benson.”

Freddie Benson? Who the hell makes an ICarly reference to compliment someone? This night was going downhill fast and you regretted ever knocking on his door.

“Dude. You’re tanking.” Venom said in your ear, you had to agree. This couldn’t be going worse.

But lo and behold, Peters beautiful laugh filled your ears once again.

“That’s what I was going for!” He cheered. “My friend Ned always teases me for wearing sweaters and button downs but he just doesn’t have the vision.”

“Come in.” He suddenly stepped aside and gestured inward. “Dinners almost ready.”

Peters apartment looked just like yours, but much more homey. You saw his baby pictures on the wall, coupled with pictures of him and his parents through the years. You noticed a framed picture of a different couple on the coffee table. They resembled Peter but you didn’t see them in any photos with him past the age of around 7. There was a candle next to the frame, as well as a ceramic cross. You quickly looked away, not wanting to overstep.

“You must be Y/N. It’s very nice to meet you.” You heard a woman’s voice from behind you. You turned around and saw a woman in high pants and a yellow tank top, recognized her from the pictures with Peter.

“I am. It’s very nice to meet you too, Mrs. Parker.” You said politely and shook her hand.

“Please.” She shook your hand. “Call me May.”

“May.” You repeated with a smile.

You turned around and saw Peter pulling out a chair for you, so you sat down while May finished preparing dinner. You offered to help, being the polite ass bitch that you were, but May insisted that you were the guest. A plate of “meatloaf” was soon placed in front of you and Peter. The term “meatloaf” is used very loosely. It looked more like an old shriveled brain. Peter made eye contact with you and winked.

“It’s not as bad as it looks.” He whispered. He glanced at May, who was busy pouring the drinks, before leaning in closer and whispering, “it’s way worse.”

You playfully kicked Peter under the table and he giggled, quickly masking the sound with a drink of water.

“So, Y/N, where do you go to school?” May started the conversation. You took a bite of meatloaf, nearly died, and swallowed before answering.

“I’m actually taking a gap year before I start my junior year at Berkeley.” You told her. “And I work part time as a reporter.”

“That’s a very good school.” She complimented. “And I thought you looked familiar. I’ve seen your show on YouTube.”

“I haven’t.” Peter realized. “What’s it called?”

“The L/n Report.” You answered. “I started it my freshman year and it just kinda took off.”

“Oh. I’ve read some of yoru articles, but I haven’t seen the show.” Peter realized. “I can’t believe you do that. That’s really cool. You’re really cool.”

“Thank you.” You winked at him, not used to being praised for your work.

“Peter told me about your father.” May changed the subject. “I’m so sorry to hear that he passed. He left the apartment to you?”

“He did.” You nodded. “And it’s all right. We were estranged anyway.”

“It must be so different living alone in a city.” May sighed. “Did you dorm while at Berkeley?”

“No, I lived with my boyfriend.” You shook your head. Peter began choking on his water at the mention of a boyfriend and May shot him a look.

“Peter. Manners.” She said sternly.

“Boyfriend?” Was all he managed to say between coughs and sputters.

Oh great. Time for this conversation.

“Ex-boyfriend.” You corrected. “I got him demoted to traffic duty for two weeks and he wasn’t too happy about it.”

“He broke up with you over that?” Peter raised an eyebrow. “That’s gotta be the dumbest reason for a breakup I’ve ever heard.”

“May I ask how you got him demoted?” May wondered.

“Well, I’m an investigative reporter, and my ex, Andy, is a cop.” You began. “I looked at some classified files on his computer and used them against someone.”

“Carlton Drake, right?” She realized the story sounded familiar. “I read about that. Your exposé about him was everywhere.”

“Didn’t he die in his own rocket?” Peter asked you, fully invested in the story.

“Yea. I was there. Me and…my friend.” You caught yourself before almost mentioning Venom.

“Gosh I read that story forever ago.” May recalled. “It was all over the news here. I remember Peter ranting to me that this girl was straight out of high school and already taking down shady guys in San Francisco. You were obsessed with the article, remember Peter? I’m pretty sure you hung it up.”

Peter, you guessed it, turned bright red.

“I just thought you were cool. You know, taking down bad guys and all at such a young age. It really inspired me.” Peter explained. He suddenly looked panicked, like he said too much, and you wondered what it inspired him to do.

“Thank you Peter.” You smiled fondly. “How old are you anyway?”

“19. I’ll be 20 on August 10th.” He said proudly. “What about you?”

“He’s legal.” Venom whispered in your ear. You couldn’t even be mad at her, you were thinking the same thing.

“I’m 20.” You told him, and smile crept across his face.

“And this boyfriend, where is he now?” May asked. May wasn’t blind to what was happening between her nephew and this new neighbor and knew that’s what Peter was dying to ask.

“I would very much also like to know that.” Peter said, almost robotically. He leaned in closer and stared at you while he awaited the answer.

“He’s engaged, actually.” You said between sips of water, making Peter sigh in relief. “To a friend of mine. They’re getting married this summer.”

It was the first time you said those words out loud. You didn’t feel sad, like you thought you would. You didn’t really know how you felt. The smile that broke out on Peters face gave a clear indication on how he felt, though.

“That’s great. I mean, not great great. Great for him, I mean. It’s always good to move on. Wether it be with an old friend or a brand new one. Maybe it’s with someone you just met. You never know. Things just happen between the most random of people. Could be a stranger. Or, or, hear me out, it could be less of a stranger. Like a barista, or a mailman or a…a neighbor.” Peter stumbled over his words, the last part coming out very quietly. “I’m sorry that things didn’t work out though. Between you and him, I mean. ”

“Thanks.” You shrugged. “It was tough at first but, I’m okay now. He wasn’t the one.”

“When you do find the one, you’ll know. I knew almost immediately that Ben was the one. I saw him and my heart said “that’s the one you’ve been looking for” and I believed it.” May sighed wistfully. You could see her eyes glistening behind her glasses and did something rather bold. You put your hand on top of hers and squeezed. She gave off this loving motherly vibe that you had only seen in movies but never felt for yourself. May gave you the warmest smile and squeezed your hand back.

“That’s lovely May. Although, I always thought when you met the one, your heart wouldn’t say that it’s been looking for that person. I always thought it would say ‘welcome home’, or something like that. You know? Like, you’ve always known them. I don’t know though. Maybe I’ve just seen The Princess Bride one too many times.” You shrugged.

“Ah. That’s a classic in this household.” May recalled. “Peter would refuse to go to bed without watching it.”

“Because it’s a cinematic masterpiece.” Peter sassed. “You’re trying to embarrass me by pointing out that even as a child I had impeccable taste? Oh please.”

You laughed at his remark, making May noticed the smile that broke out on Peters face when he succeeded in making their new neighbor laugh.

May looked at you for a while with a content smile on her face before saying, “Yeah. I suppose you do have good taste.”

#peter parker x reader #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x you #peter parker fanfiction #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #iron man #peter parker imagine #tom holland fluff #tom holland fanfiction #peter parker x venom!reader #venom!reader

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zafirosreverie · 3 years

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What about a Liv fic where after the collider is destroyed Reader is scared Liv is dead. But Liv is just injured and hiding for a few days until things cool down and she finally goes to see Reader at her apartment. Reader is crying and angry, but mostly because she'd been so scared she'd lost Liv? Thank you for all the work you do!

Here it is! I’m sorry it took me so long, but i hope you like it!

The ghost on my door (Olivia x Reader)

You sobbed as you hugged yourself, clinging to an old lab coat like your life depended on it. You had been in that same position for the last few days, only getting out of bed to eat something once a day and take a bath, then you went back to your room.

You desperately wanted to wake up, for everything to be a horrible nightmare and for your girlfriend to be there when you opened your eyes, ready to make your fears disappear with kisses and caresses.

But no. It didn't matter how many times you woke up, expecting to see Liv by your side, she was never there.

You had seen the news: Spiderman dead, a new Spiderman taking his place, Alchemax destroyed, death toll still unconfirmed.

Dr. Olivia Octavius: Missing, presumed deceased.

Your heart had stopped when you saw your girlfriend's picture with that header. You refused to believe it was true. Liv had promised you that she would be careful, that she would return to you no matter what. In that moment you had believed her, because she had always kept her promises. Maybe it was your mistake for letting her go through with the collider.

You knew your girlfriend wasn't exactly a good person, but you've never tried to change her, or take her away from science. It was part of her and you loved her like that. You hadn't even complained about her alter ego, on the contrary, in fact you had fallen as much in love with Doc Ock as you already were with Olivia Octavius.

Your mistake.

You knew Doc Ock might one day be the end of Olivia, but she had looked at you with such excitement the first time she managed to get her tentacles to work, that you had allowed her to continue.

But how much was too much?

You had waited patiently for her to contact you, for her to show up at your door or at least give you some sign that she was okay. But it had been days and nothing. You still refused to accept that she might not be here anymore, but your heart was already crying for her.

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Olivia sighed as she finished taking her suit apart. It hurt her soul to have to undo all her hard work and bury the pieces deep in the forest. She couldn't even keep a tentacle.

But she knew it was necessary to keep you safe, she would have time to build a new suit. The important thing now was to get to you as quickly as possible, without attracting attention to herself.

Days had passed since Alchemax was destroyed by the collider, and the news were already reporting her disappearance, some even giving her up for dead.

She felt guilty for not calling you, or at least giving you a sign that she was still alive, but she didn't want to risk Spider-Man or someone more dangerous tracking you down. She had to be the first to get to you, and the only way to do that was to disappear for a while, until things calmed down a bit.

However, she didn't count on how much she would miss you or how worried she was that you were okay, so after a few days of hiding, she decided to take a chance and try to come to you. Things were still relatively recent, the police were still looking for possible survivors and it was dangerous for her to be seen out there, they would ask questions that she was not sure she could answer and they could discover her alter ego. But it didn't matter, she needed to see you.

Liv walked through the shadows, circling as much as she could all human activity. She was thankful that your home wasn't that far from where Alchemax used to be, even though it was still a long walk.

By the time she got to town, it had already gotten dark. But the need to see you was greater than exhaustion, so she didn't stop for a single moment.

As she got closer to your house, her steps slowed. Fear and worry grew in her chest as her treacherous mind began to create terrible scenarios. What if you were mad at her? What if you didn't want her anymore? What if you decided you didn't want her to be Doc Ock again? And worst of all: What if you believed the news and thought she was dead?

What if you weren't waiting for her anymore?

That thought chilled her blood, but she tried to convince herself that you would always wait for her. You promised.

“You promised to return that day too” Said her treacherous mind.

Shaking her head, she walked the last few meters to your house. She had to be honest with you, you had to know that she was alive. If you didn't want to see her after that, well ... it would break her heart, but she would respect your decision.

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You jumped when you heard the knock on the door. Who the hell could be at this hour? It better not be another one of your friends trying to cheer you up.

There were few people who knew about your relationship with Liv, but they were close enough to come visit you to make sure you were okay when the news of the scientist's disappearance came out. You were grateful for the gesture, but you didn't have the energy to deal with it, not at the time.

"Guys, really, you are very nice but I don't want to go out for dinner" you said before opening the door.

Time stopped when you saw who was standing in front of you. You were dreaming, of that you were sure. Either that or there was a fucking ghost in front of you because there was no way she-

"Y/N" Liv whispered, not wanting to scare you.

"No" you shook your head "No, no. You're not here" you said, feeling your breathing quicken.

Liv looked at you hurted, her heart clenching as she realized that indeed you weren't expecting her anymore.

"Y/N" she whispered again, approaching you carefully

"No!" you hissed, tears already running down your face "No, you can't do this to me ... I waited for you for days, I cried for whole nights. You can't ..."

But she did. There she was, in front of you, alive and safe, just one step away from you. You looked at her chest, rising and falling calmly, showing you that she was still breathing, her cheeks were flushed, showing that there was still blood in her.

You took her by surprise when you pulled her suddenly, shoving her into the house and closing the door behind her. Liv gasped when her back hit the wall hard, but she didn't have time to complain when your lips slammed against hers.

You were angry, a lot, and you let her know in that kiss. You demanded everything from her, you wanted her lips to turn red from the pressure you exerted, you wanted to snatch her air as you had lost it after crying so much. You wanted to feel her.

"I hate you" you whispered against her mouth before kissing her again "I hate you, I hate you, I hate you" you said quickly.

Liv wrapped her arms around you, drawing you even closer. Your tears kept falling, but anger quickly turned to relief.

"I hate you" you said again, looking into her eyes

"I know" she smiled sadly at you "I deserve it" she accepted "but I come to ask for an opportunity to make you love me again"

You laughed waterily, kissing her again.

"You have little time to do it" you said

"How much?" she asked

"From here until I die, more or less" you smiled, looking into her eyes.

Liv laughed and your heart leapt at the view of the little lines in her eyes. God how you had missed every part of her.

"I can work with that" she said, pulling you in for another kiss.

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A few weeks later, the world woke up to the news that Dr. Olivia Octavius was alive. The newspapers were filled with images of the two holding hands and the headline:

Dr. Olivia Octavius, engaged to Dr. Y/N Y/L/N.

#x reader #reader insert #imagine #olivia octavius imagine #olivia octavius x reader #olivia octavius #doc ock x reader #doc ock #doc ock imagine #into the spider verse #request

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6rookie-writer0110 · 3 years

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Let's make a playlist of your favorite songs

Cassie Lang x Male Reader Stark

Request - Can you do Cassie lang x Stark!reader where he and cassie are the same age since they are born in 2007 and should be 16 in 2023. R is Tony's son and survived the snap. Before the snap he was best friend with Peter and ned when he was like a kid and the three of them hang out. Plue Y/n and peter do like spiderman ideas. After the snap he was living with Tony, pepper, and his little sister in the lakeside cabin. In the year 2021 he got bitten by a radioactive spider but has an alchemax logo and number 42.

Since you were a toddler you have been friends with Peter and Ned. Always together playing together. Even during high school, you didn't lose your friendship with Ned and Peter. You have always been into creating music and art, sometimes you would like to tag the buildings and the trains. Only, Peter and Ned knew they are your supporters.

Sometimes you and Peter would do parkour. You and Peter have sketchbooks and notes of being a hero and being called ’Spiderman’

You, Peter, and Ned never left each other side. People always saw you three spend time together all the time.

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Spring 2018... 50% of the population disappeared. The older you got, you started to study what happened during the fight against Thanos. You collected notes, hacked into your father’s computer and his friends’ computers then into Shields.

You survived the snap when you found out what happened it broke you. You cried when Peter didn't survive, or when your dad is stuck in space. You would spend hours in your father’s lab and look at his stuff.

”Y/N, I knew you would be here. You are like Tony can work on something for hours or days” Pepper said.

She put her hand on your shoulder.

”I miss him and Peter,” You said.

”I miss them too. You should see Ned, he came by earlier” Pepper said.

You nod.

”I will go see him. *sighed heavily* I want Thanos to suffer” You said.

”One day he will,” Pepper said and she kissed your head.

Later, you went to see Ned. Ned did give you new ideas for your spiderman gadgets so it won't break half of the time. You and Ned start to work together on it.

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The year 2021...

You walked through the alley for a short cut. You dropped your cell phone, you bend down to pick up. You stood up and checked your phone while walking you hit a web. You tried to get rid of the web and you didn't notice the radioactive spider crawl on your shoulder and bite your neck.

”What the hell?” You yelled.

You rub your neck then noticed the radioactive spider on your forearm. You noticed the spider has an alchemax logo and number 42.

”You are coming home with me” You mumbled.

You went home and straight to the lab. You put the spider in a small tank and watched it move around.

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The next day you woke up feeling strange. You couldn't explain it, you are in shock just seeing electricity go through your hands. You start to breathe hard and your heart started to beat fast. You go to the bathroom to wash your face suddenly you turned invisible.

”I have powers!” You yelled.

Your mood changed, now you are happy that you have powers. You always dreamt of being a hero and having powers, you couldn't stop smiling. You called Ned and told him to meet you at your house. Ned did help you figure out what kind of powers you have.

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You stare at your father’s suits and you thought about using them. But you wanted to make your identity as a hero, you want to give people hope again.

the first suit you made with Ned it's an armored suit. Ned helped you pick out the colors red, white, and black. When Ned saw you wearing the armor suit, he freaked out.

”Dude, it's awesome! You will be the coolest hero ever” Ned said.

”Thanks. I can't wait to go to the city and start saving people” You said.

You and Ned high five each other. You go to the city and start saving people. Everyone started to talk about the new hero on tv and the Internet, you felt proud of yourself.

✬ ✫ ✯ ✬

Being a hero wasn't easy for you. You found out working alone is hard, some people didn't like what you are doing. Other people do cheer for you. Balancing life and being a hero is very hard. But you got an idea and you worked day and night to make the app called ’Friendly Neighborhood 1.0’

People can report crimes and you will go save them and keep you in the loop, what happens in the city.

Today is slow and no one is in trouble. You decided to go tag some places. You swing to an abandoned building, you take out the spray cans, and started to draw. You stopped to put on your headphones then you started to draw again. Once you are finished you took pictures then tagged the subways.

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You got an alert on your app, gang gun shoots in downtown. You started to swing fast and you see people caught in the crossfire. You started to venom blast to fight them and you used your web to take their guns away. You noticed the boy is deaf and you started to do sign language and he smiled.

”You know sign language?” Cassie asked.

You nod. ” Yes. I thought to learn so I can communicate with someone who is deaf”

You asked questions to the boy and you're glad he isn't hurt.

”I’m Cassie and this is Roger,” Cassie said.

”I’m Spiderman,” You said and it in sign language.

Later on...

You and Cassie became friends. She found out your secret when your mask fell apart while fighting Kraven the Hunter. Sometimes you would swing to her place to see her. She would always smile when you're around.

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Cassie noticed you set a spider-free and didn't kill it.

”I hate spiders I don't know how you stand them,” Cassie said.

”it was a harmless spider. I don't feel scared when bugs are around” You said.

”I hate all kinds of bugs. But it's cute, you liking bugs and not killing them, bug boy” Cassie smiled.

You laughed and smiled back at her.

”Bug boy?” You asked.

She nods.

”Your new nickname” Cassie giggled.

”Thanks for the nickname?” You giggled.

”Anytime, Y/N” Cassie smiled.

~The next day~

Cassie went to your house. She met Pepper then Cassie goes to your bedroom. Cassie didn't say anything, she watches you make beats and you started to sing, you have your headphones on. She kept watching you and you keep making beats. She tapped your shoulder and you looked up, your eyes opened wide.

”Cas!” You said too loud.

”Hi Bug boy. You are talented” Cassie said.

”Thanks. Sorry, I didn't hear you come in” You said.

”So, you're into music?” Cassie asked.

”Yes, also I'm into art. If you want I-I-I can show you my work” You said shyly.

”I will like to see it, Y/N,” Cassie said.

”Cool!” You said.

You grabbed your sketchbook and she starts to look at your art.

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The year 2022

You told Cassie you wanted to upgrade and design a new suit. Again Cassie caught you making beats this time you teach her how to make beats.

”This is fun, Y/N,” Cassie said.

”I’m happy that you're enjoying making beats,” You said.

”Y/N aren't you scared when you swing around the city?” Cassie asked.

”At the very beginning, I was terrified when I would swing and jump from extremely tall buildings. Much later on, the fear went away so I'm not scared anymore. If you want you can swing with me around the city” You said.

”Okay. That would be an interesting experience, but yeah let's do it. Oh, I got an idea how your suit can look” Cassie said.

”Tell me,” You said.

Cassie started to explain how your suit should look with what colors. Music is the main inspiration for your suit 2020.

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You are standing on the roof with Cassie. She wrapped her arms around you very tight.

”Ready?” You asked.

”Y-yes,” Cassie said.

You hold her tight and you start to swing. Cassie’s heart is beating faster and faster, you feel her grip tighten. You keep swinging and you noticed how scared she is. You stopped on top of the hotel building.

”Are you okay?” You asked.

She put her hand on her chest.

”No!” Cassie yelled.

You laughed and she smacked your arm.

”I’m guessing you had fun?” You teased.

”I got scared halfway. I thought I was going to fall, I don't know you get used to that” Cassie said.

”Takes time. I got over my fear the more I started to swing” You said.

”I won't do it again,” Cassie said and you laughed.

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Cassie is sick and you went to buy soup for her. You knocked on her window, she opened it and let you in then you take off the mask.

”I got this for you, Cassie,” You said.

”Thank you, Y/N” Cassie smiled.

”Cassie, I know we been friends for a while but I really like you a lot and I hope we can be more than friends,” You said.

”Y/N, I like you too a lot. I would kiss you but I don't want you to get sick” Cassie said.

You smiled and she sneezed.

You and Cassie do spend time together mostly watching tv or movies. Cassie finds it sweet that you're taking care of her. You gave her medicine and reheat the soup. Later, you and Cassie do play board games, video games and asked questions about each other.

You noticed Cassie has in her bedroom for a while. You go upstairs and you can hear her crying

You sit next to her on the bed ”Cas, what's wrong?”

”I miss my dad so much” Cassie cried.

You wrapped your arms around her and she starts to cry more. You rub her back and you listen to her.

You did try to make her feel better worked for a little bit, but she is still feeling depressed. You stayed with her all-day

✬ ✫ ✯ ✬

Finally, your 2020 suit is complete. You can't stop smiling and start to put on the suit. The led mask, you loved it when Cassie told you about it. You got an alert on your app

”Time to test out the suit,” You said.

”Be careful, Y/N” Cassie said.

”I will,” You said.

Cassie watched you swing away.

You were busy saving people, Doctor Octopus and Kraven the Hunter kidnapped Cassie. They sent you a message and you got angry. You started to swing rapidly to Doctor Octopus’s lab. Cassie is tied up in a chair and she is feeling terrified.

You start to fight them. You used venom blast to punch Kraven, then Doctor Octopus grabbed you. Kraven punched you then you kicked him in the face and you used your web to cover Doctor Octopus’s face. You turned invisible and you started to fight them.

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You grabbed Cassie and left the lab. You stopped on a roof and she hugged you tight then she smacked your chest.

”What was that for?!” You yelled.

”You know I hate it,” Cassie said.

”I’m not a speedster. I had to swing us away from them” You said.

You take off the mask.

”I know but I still hate it,” Cassie said.

Cassie started to ramble on then you did the same ramble on. She kissed you and you kiss her back, you and Cassie pulled apart and smiled. It's the first kiss.

✬ ✫ ✯ ✬

Time Skip~

Everything changed for the best. You found out Tony came back from space, you ran to him and hugged him.

”I missed you, dad,” You said

He kissed your head and held you tight.

”I love you 3000, Y/N,” Tony said.

Peter came back and he hugged you and Ned. Ned told everyone by mistake you are dating Cassie. No one knew about the relationship just yet.

”Sorry, bro,” Ned said.

”When we will get to meet her, Y/N,” Tony said.

”Soon, dad. Don't worry about it, Ned” You said.

You celebrated with everyone and you can't stop smiling.

----

You and your family moved to the woods, now live in a cabin. Now it feels like a family and you don't want that to change. Your little sister started to scream and ran towards Pepper.

”Why do you have a pet spider?” Tony asked.

”I hate spiders,” Morgan said.

Pepper was going to kill your pet but you stopped her.

”Stop!” You yelled.

The spider is in your hands.

”The spider is my pet. I got used to him being around” You said.

”Y/N, I will never understand why. But please just keep him in the cage” Pepper said.

”I will,” You said.

You go to your bedroom and put the spider in the tank. You feed him and just watch him.

✬ ✫ ✯ ✬

Date Night...

You arrived with pizza and she kissed you. You and Cassie played videos and it became competitive. You were going to take her out, but there is a rainstorm. The night is going well, she is having fun with you. You and Cassie eat pizza and started to debate what is the best movie and worst movie.

Later, you and Cassie started to play Uno but you and Cassie argued about the rules. You and Cassie eat more pizza and tried to play Uno again. Later, you and Cassie watched a movie on the couch, but end up falling asleep.

----

Scott found out what happened, he is in shock. He rushed home and knocked on the door. Cassie opened the door, they start to cry and they hugged each other. You did spend the night at her place, then Cassie introduces you to Scott.

“Wait, you're Tony’s son!?” Scott said.

“Yeah, I'm his son,” You said.

“Hurt my daughter and I will go after you,” Scott said.

“Dad!” Cassie yelled.

“I won't break her heart,” You said.

“I will keep my eye on you, Y/N,” Scott said.

“UGH!” Cassie mumbled.

Later, Scott joined you and Cassie for breakfast.

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Later, you meet up with Peter to show him your 2020 suit. Peter is loving the suit and asked many questions about how you build your suit. You and Peter worked together to save people.

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etoileholland · 4 years

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it’s nice to have a friend

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Warnings: insecurity

Word count: 2.1k

Summary: Peter, upon finding out that you’re bullied at school and that you have no friends, wants to be yours.

A/N: this was cathartic to write so I hope it’s cathartic to read

Feeling alone was something that you were quite accustomed to. You had a few people that you would consider friends, but it always seemed that they had something else that was more important. Or, rather, spending time with someone else that was more important.

Every day at school filled you with anxiety and despair, and you always counted down the hours and minutes until you could leave for the day.

On some days, it felt as if you were truly invisible. No one would talk to you, or eat lunch with you, or even as much look in your direction.

Other days felt as though you stuck out for all the wrong reasons, like being asked for your homework or having rude remarks directed at you. Boys would comment on how unattractive you were, and would ask you on a date only as a dare. Girls would snicker behind your back, saying comments like, “Her outfit choices are awful, do you think she gets dressed in the dark?” or “If only she put on cuter clothes and some makeup, maybe then would she be pretty.”

The comments would get to you, and you found yourself trying to ditch school or show up late to classes so that the odds of being publicly ridiculed would be slim. You often felt that no one would notice if you disappeared.

Or so you thought.

There was one person that always seemed intrigued by you, but you never seemed to pay much attention to him.

The boy was named Peter, more specifically, Peter Parker.

He sat right next to you in English class, and he had only spoken to you once when you were paired together for an in-class assignment.

He had always wanted to start a conversation with you, but he never knew how to go about it. His heightened senses picked up on the fact that you were often anxious, and he didn’t want to make your anxiety worse by trying to start a conversation. So, he never said anything to you, holding onto the hope that one day the right time would arise and he would be able to finally speak to you.

And today was that day.

You had walked into English class fifteen minutes late, your head hung low to not draw anymore attention to yourself. However quiet you tried to be, it didn’t go unnoticed by your teacher.

“Late again, I see?” your teacher, Mr. Harris remarked harshly. The comment caught you off guard, which caused you to trip on someone’s backpack that was in the aisle. “Next time you come in late Y/N, I’ll have no choice but to give you detention.”

“Or better yet, you could just do us all a favour and not show up?” a boy named Chad remarked without skipping a beat, and the whole class broke out into laughter.

It took everything in you to not run out of the classroom, but instead you scurried to your desk and slumped into your seat, hoping that you wouldn’t call any more attention to yourself. You wrote something on a stray sticky note that was stuck to your binder, before pulling out your notebook and taking notes on what the teacher was saying.

When the bell finally rang, you quickly shoved everything into your backpack and practically sprinted out the door. You ran out so quickly that you didn’t even notice you had dropped the sticky note, which landed right by Peter’s shoe.

“Wait,” he tried to call out to you but it was too late. He bent down to pick up the note and let out a small gasp when he read what it said, “I just want to disappear.”

“No.” Peter muttered under his breath. Looking around to make sure no one noticed him reading the note, he discreetly placed the sticky note in his folder before heading to his next class.

—

Lunch rolled around, and Peter struggled with what to do about that note. He sat at the usual table and impatiently waited for Ned and MJ to show up so he could ask them what to do.

The duo walked over to the table a few minutes later, and when they set their things down, Peter asked if they had seen you around.

“Nope.” they replied in unison.

“She wasn’t in History today, so maybe she went home early?” Ned said with his mouth full of pepperoni pizza.

“Why do you suddenly want to know where she is, Parker?” MJ questioned as she stole Peter’s gogurt.

Without responding, Peter pulled out the sticky note from his locker and showed his friends.

“Oh.” MJ responded quietly, and Ned stayed quiet.

��She was late to class today, and Chad made a remark saying that she should just never show up to class anymore. She didn’t speak up like she usually does, and wrote this during class. When she left, the note dropped and she didn’t notice it, but I picked it up and now I’m worried thinking that the comment really got to her.”

Ned and MJ nodded their heads and MJ placed her hand on Peter’s arm.

“What should I do?” Peter leaned over the table and placed his face in his hands.

“Talk to her.” Ned answered.

“I’ve tried, but there never seems to be a good time to do so.”

“Hm, maybe write her a note and slip it in her locker? So that you won’t be seen passing notes in class and she won’t be flustered receiving it?”

Peter sat back up and looked MJ in the eye. “I never thought I would say this, but that’s actually a good idea, thank you.”

“No problem, now if you’ll excuse me,” MJ reached for Peter’s bag of chips, “those cheetos are calling my name.” She ripped open the bag and smiled.

That’s what I’ll do, I’ll go home and write her a letter, Peter thought to himself as he stole back the bag of chips that MJ took.

—

At 2:55pm, the last bell of the day rang and Peter ran out of class, down the corridors and out the main doors. He had been anxious all day since he found your note, him counting down the hours until he could rush home. The anxious feeling in his stomach grew when he didn’t see you at lunch, or at your locker. He was fearing the worst, and he hoped that he wasn’t too late.

Instead of taking the subway home, he had changed into his Spiderman suit before his last class ended, and ran into an empty alleyway. He took his school clothes off, stuffed them in his backpack and swung home. He knew that he was working against the clock, and he wanted to get home in plenty of time so that he could write that letter to you.

Making it home in record time, he climbed into his room and began looking for a piece of paper and a pen. He thought about what to say and fervently wrote that letter to you. After ten rewrites, and four hours later, he knew that he had finally said what he wanted to say. He gently folded it and stuck it in a homemade envelope, writing your name in cursive on the front and putting a heart at the end of your name. All he had to do now was wait until tomorrow to give it to you.

—

The next day, during second period, Peter had excused himself from class and ran through the halls to put the letter in your locker, but stopped in his tracks when he saw you sitting right below your locker. You were sitting there crying, with your knees to your chest. The door to your locker was open and there was a small box sitting next to you on the floor.

“Y/N?” He whispered, and you shot your head up to see Peter standing there confused. “Is everything okay?”

“Oh, um, hi Peter. I’m sorry you have to see me like this.” You weakly smiled and wiped the tears off your cheeks with the arm of your sweater.

“Why is there a box on the floor?” He asked, taking a step closer to you.

“Oh,” you sniffled, “I’m moving schools.”

“Why is that?” Peter asked, his voice soft. He moved the box over and sat down on the floor next to you.

“You probably wouldn’t understand.”

“I could try.” He scooted closer to you and looked at you sympathetically.

“I don’t feel like I belong here, at all. I don’t have any friends, and I don’t have any connections here that would make it worthwhile to stay.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.” He answered, unsure of what else to say.

“It’s not your fault. My mom offered to send me to a school across town and I’m gonna take her up on it.”

“Well, if that’s the best choice for you, then you should take it.” He paused, “but I think maybe before you make that choice, there’s something you should know.” He grabbed the letter out of his back pocket and gave it to you. “I hope it doesn’t come off as creepy.”

With shaky hands, he handed you the letter and you lightly grabbed it. Admiring the front of the envelope, you said, “Your cursive is really good, Peter.”

He laughed at that comment and replied, “thank you, I won the ‘best penmanship’ award in third grade, and I pride myself with that.”

“I bet you put that on your resume, didn’t you?” You joked and Peter replied, “oh, definitely.”

Getting back to opening the letter, you took it out of its envelope and unfolded it.

Y/N,

I’ve thought about the best way to go about saying this, which I think may be this way. Today in class, I saw your note that said that you want to disappear, and I knew that I had to say something to you. So here it goes. Although I only know you from sitting next to you in class, you are so nice, patient and intelligent, and I hope that I can get to know you more. I always see you sitting by yourself at lunch, and I always tell myself that one day I’ll work up the courage to sit next to you and say hi, but I never can.

You don’t deserve all the crap that you get, and I’m surprised that you don’t have any friends because you are one of the best people here at school. I genuinely mean that. You are one of the most ‘real’ people here; you’re authentically you, and I admire that about you. You don’t conform to what people say you should do or act or dress, and that’s admirable. You don’t hide your intelligence, and you sure as hell don’t pretend to be someone you’re not. Maybe that’s not a popular opinion with many people, but it is to me.

If you ever need someone, I’m always here for you. I’m hoping that you’ll take me up on that offer Y/N, because I know what it’s like to be lonely, and what it’s like to not have any friends. It’s nice to have a friend, and I’d love to be yours.

Peter x

You didn’t realise you were crying when a teardrop hit the paper, the ink spreading where it hit.

“Peter, this is the nicest thing I’ve ever received, thank you.”

Peter shrugged his shoulders and gently bumped your shoulder with his. “You’re welcome, and it’s true, by the way. All the things I said were true. You really do seem like a nice person and you don’t deserve the rude remarks that you get.”

“I don’t know what else to say other than, thank you Peter. This means a lot to me.” You folded the letter up nicely and stuck it in your backpack. “This makes me reconsider wanting to move schools now.”

“Ultimately it’s your choice, and you should do what you think is best. But if I’ve learned one thing in life, it’s to not walk away when people are ridiculing you. Instead, if you stand your ground and don’t give into the crap, they’ll realise how strong and persistent you really are and eventually leave you alone.”

“Maybe you’re right, maybe I should stay here in order to stand up for myself. I’m not going to let a douchebag named Chad be the reason I move schools.”

“Exactly.” He chuckled. “But I also know how hard it is to stand up to bad people by yourself. It’s so much easier to have a group of people who have your back behind you, supporting you all the way. So if you need a friend Y/N, I’m here for you, because trust me, I know what it’s like to not have a friend.”

“Well Peter Parker, it’s nice to have you as a friend.” You whispered to him. You looked over at the boy with the soft curls and the kind eyes, and you mentally thanked the gods above for sending an angel like him to you.

“It’s nice to have you as a friend too. Now c’mon, let’s go show Chad that we’re not a force to be reckoned with.” He stood up and held his hand out for you to grab, to which you gladly did. Together, the two of you walked the empty halls, hand in hand, ready to take on the world.

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beanzykin · 3 years

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Spideychelle Valentines Day Special

Gif not by me

"C'mon dude, just suck it up, walk over to her, and give her the flowers." Ned pestered a flushed Peter. There was no way he could walk over to the most beautiful girl in the world and give her some lame flowers.

First off, he was nowhere near her cool factor. Secondly, does Mj even like flowers? And third, he was just stalling…

"That's hard, Ned!" He looked between Mj's locker and the exit behind him. "I know… This is just my payback for pushing me to ask Betty out on a date last week," Ned smiled at the thought of his new girlfriend. "That's completely different. Betty likes you, and it's painfully obvious that she'd say yes,"

Ned sighed for what felt like the trillionth time today. "And how was I supposed to know she'd say yes?" Peter stayed quiet for a second before realizing Ned was right.

"See. Now take your chances, it's Friday and most likely the last time you'll see her before Valentine's day,"

Before Peter was given the chance to reply, the bell saved him from being the next drawing in Michelle's crisis sketchbook.

"Welp, looks like fate said no." Ned protested at Peter's runaway, but he knew that his buddy had spiderman things to do.

No one would suspect the one and only Spiderman to have girl troubles. But when you're a huge dork underneath the spandex that-not to mention-has to stay a secret, well, then you're sorta screwed.

Leave it up to Flash to make Peter believe no one could love his geeky side.

Stumbling on his feet as he swiftly landed on a roof, Peter noticed an oddly familiar figure sitting in the side. He attempted to regain his balance while he made his way over to the entity.

"Hey," he softly greeted, feet kicking off the edge and looking out at the horizon in front of him. "Hey…, Spidey," It was Michelle. Why would Michelle be here?

"I- uhh...are you alright?" he asked timidly, still stunned at the sight of Michelle. “No, but that doesn’t matter at the moment,” Sceptical, Peter prepped his next question. “Sure it does, I mean, it should,” Mj just sighed, to her knowledge, spiderman didn’t know her, neither did he care for her feelings.

“Since when did ‘Spiderman’ care about a teenage girl’s boy troubles,” Well, the answer was never… But he was extremely interested in this particular teenage girl’s love life. “I’ll have you know I’m a teenager myself,” Bad move.

Michelle looked up at him, unbelievingly. “What?” Damn it, Parker, you idiot. “I said… “I’ll have you know I”-” She interrupted his customary ramble. “Woah, woah, woah. Don’t try to cover it up, you said you are a teenager,”

“Were. I was.” Narrowing her eyes and raising an eyebrow, Mj finally turned to face him. That’s when Peter noticed a bouquet of flowers in her hands. “Flowers?” I guess it was a good thing I didn’t ask her… “You want ‘em?” She motioned the Lillies toward him, mentally begging for him to take them because she had no idea what to do with the flowers later. Probably throw them off the side of this building and cry over how stupid she was to allow herself to even remotely like someone.

Might as well accept them from her then give them to her…

Taking the flowers, Peter examined them closely, noticing how perfect they looked, he felt bad. “They were for this boy I’ve liked since eighth grade, but,” her pitch changed to something intriguing, “I saw him around the corner with his best friend holding flowers, pretty certain they were for someone else…” She pressed her lips together into a tight, exaggerated smile.

“How do you know they weren’t for you?” His heart ached at the fact that Michelle liked someone else, but he wasn’t Peter right now. He was your supporting, Friendly Neighbourhood Spiderman. “I’m not sure why they would be for me…” Now, it hurt him that Michelle liked someone else, but what hurt him even more was the fact that she thought there was no reason for someone to like her back.

His masked eyes narrowed into slits. “There’s plenty of reasons!” Michelle raised another eyebrow at the spider. “You barely know me?” Spiderman doesn't but Peter does. “I know enough by just talking on this roof that there’s a massive list of amazing things about you hidden somewhere in someone’s pocket,” Stifling a laugh, Mj regained herself to quip back at Peter. “If so, then that’s creepy,”

Peter didn’t fail to notice how he already made her laugh, at least he could make her happy. It was silent for a moment before Michelle said something that instantly stuck with him.

“His name is Peter,” Peter… Like, me Peter, or a different Peter? “I- What?” To his dismay, Peter’s voice just kept getting higher, it was bound for something he didn’t mean to say to come out. “Like, Peter…?” “Parker…?” She finished his sentence in the same stupid pitch as he started it, clearly mocking him. “What? Do you know him?” That’s when her panic started to settle in. “If you do, don’t tell him! God, that would be so embarrassing…”

Inside the suit, there were alarms going off in his flushed pink head. She liked him, him. Peter had to clear his throat before he answered, he was so thankful Michelle couldn’t see his face right now. “I don’t know… a Peter,” Michelle hummed.

“What makes you think he wouldn’t like you though…?” I thought it was painfully obvious… “I don’t think there’s much to like about me… I’m a huge dick to everyone, especially him. Which sucks, because whenever I try to have a normal conversation with him I end up acting like a Jerk. it’s not like I try to, I don’t wanna hurt him,” She rambled, her hands flailing around. “Maybe… He likes it,” I do, and I think it’s even cuter because you’re trying to be nice. “Highly doubt it,”

He wanted to hug her close. To be able to let her know that he loves everything about her. From her frizzy brown hair to her jerky insights, everything Michelle did made his heart flutter and it certainly is one of the best feelings out there. (One of the first being the butterflies she gives him)

“Do you ever plan on telling him?” Mj took a deep breath, the many thoughts of what his reaction would be running through her head. “No… I don’t think I will,”

“Well, then you’d never know,”

“I do know, and the answer would be no,”

Her answer was so confident it pained him. “I oughta get going now,” The spider looked up to see Michelle picking herself up off the ground. “Thanks again, give the flowers to someone nice, or keep ‘em, I couldn’t care less,” She gave a small wave and opened the door from the roof to the inside of the building.

“Bye, Spidey,”

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dreamonminecraft · 4 years

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oh yes, tell me more about this beautiful lesbian slowburn. I’m a sucker for a good love story

Okay so to start off, My sexuality fluctuates greatly throughout this story, but as of now I identify as a Bisexual lithsexual lesbian, which means that I am attracted to lots of people but lose attraction when the feelings are reciprocated, and I'll only date girls.

The story starts off August of 2018. I was starting 6th grade (middle school) and didn't really have any friends aside from a few people that I had last talked to in 3rd grade.

It's important to know that I'm a GT kid and so I almost always have the same group of about 20 kids. This started when I changed to an all GT class for 4th grade.

While it's nice to have a comfortable learning environment, it also means that there's no escape from any drama, and you get to pick friends from the very small pool of kids that you'll spend the rest of your education with.

This is a pretty long story as well and I'm not sure I'll be able to accurately retell many of the things because dates get mixed up and stuff. Anyway, I'm gonna try my best to explain but these are really only the things from my point of view and I don't remember a lot of the things. (This is also gonna be written like a fanfic because that's all I know how to write, I apologise)

So start of sixth grade, I don't really have any friends, I'm kind of this awkward nerd, there's 2 people in my class (we switch classes like normal middle school, but I'm with the GT kids for most of the day so that's what I'll refer to them as) that I've known for years, a few I've met before, but mostly new people.

I sit by some old friends from volleyball at lunch for the first few days but begin to feel unwelcome. One day I decide to sit by these two people that I know are in GT but haven't talked to before. I don't say anything, but I sit and they don't mind.

The next day we get new seats in English. I'm behind a boy named Owen, Inara, who is one of the girls I sat with at lunch, is to my right, and in front of her is a girl named Emilyse.

Inara and I hit it off immediately.

It's kind of crazy because we're both crazy anxious introverts, but we gel nicely. I'm a boyband-obsessed 11 year old and she's a mature and mysterious 11 year old.

She's a lefty. I'm a righty. The way we've been placed makes us bump arms everytime we try to write anything.

We have every class together. Somehow, we sit next to each other in every class as well, even in the ones where we didn't pick our seating chart.

It's September. I cry over boybands. She watches curiously.

For the next couple of months we casually talk. She spends every lunch period in the library. We text occasionally.

I have another friend who takes priority. His name is Logan. We got introduced by his friend Lennox when she asked for my phone number to give to him.

Lennox and I don't talk. Logan and I text nonstop for months. We discuss possibly dating in the future. I identify as bisexual and biromantic at this point.

I've been in this position before. Having mainly guy friends growing up puts me in a lot of awkward friendship/relationship situations. They always end the same.

I have an issue with dating in middle school. You're not dating if you don't go on dates, hold hands, kiss, or cuddle. But you can feel like you are.

In December Logan starts being mean. We start a game where we step on each other's shoes at lunch or in the hallway. It's fun.

Eventually, he recruits his friends to do it to me, too. It's a joke a first, but eventually there are 10 middle school boys chasing me and trying to hurt me.

I get kicked in the hallway and fall. Someone steps on my arm and people laugh. Logan watches. I tell Inara and she steps on his shoe for me.

Logan and I stop talking. Inara and I hang out more. By early January, Inara has stopped going to the library at lunch. We hang out with Emilyse in the field instead.

I text Logan one day in mid January and ask why we fell out. He says that I told someone that I was going to punch him in the face.

The person he said I told, only talked to me at the bus stop, and he didn't ride my bus. I had never said it in the first place, but his logic made it even more frustrating.

I tell him I got scared because I had a crush on him and didn't want to make things weird. It was a lie.

In February I came out to someone for the first time. They asked if I was bi and I said yes.

By March I had accepted that coming out didn't really make a difference. Inara and I hung out at school but not really anywhere else.

My birthday's in April. I invite her, Emilyse, and Rebekah. We paint rocks and draw on a table cloth. Emilyse feels distant.

Emilyse is homophobic. We find out in English one day. I don't remember how. Inara and I look at each other. We know we're both queer but haven't come out to each other.

I ask Emilyse if she would hate someone in GT for coming out. She says yes. Inara and I stop talking to her.

By May I've become obsessed with Marvel. Inara's interested in it and I decide to be, too. We talk about the movies. It gets awkward. She's not as interested when I get in on it.

By June we're best friends. We hang out fairly regularly, have all our classes together, and text all the time. Logan is forgotten.

School lets out at the start of June. We keep texting regularly. We make plans to see the new spiderman movie in early July with one of our other friends.

I have a complicated relationship with said friend. They're non-binary, although I didn't know it yet, and I've known them since Kindergarten. Inara met them in an advisory this year. I get jealous easily.

The day of the movie I shop at Kohl's. I buy the two of us matching shirts. We meet at the movie theater and it's awkward. I pay for popcorn and sneak in snacks that we share. Our friend's dad is there, but Inara and I don't have parents present.

We sit next to each other during the movie. At a certain scene, I start to get anxious. My stomach hurts and I can't breathe, I start to get sweaty.

I get up and rush out of the theater. I get to the women's bathroom and sit down on the floor of the very last stall. I'm panicing, dry heaving into the toilet, and trying not to cry. I try to text my mom that I'm having a panic attack but don't have reception.

I go back into the theater room after a few minutes. I'm still anxious, but better. Our friend is highly concerned, Inara just glances at me worriedly.

It's my first panic attack, and it sucked.

We leave awkwardly after it ends, trying to avoid the obvious elephant in the room. My mom is concerned when she picks me up. We don't talk about it. My dad and brother are watching it illegally when I get home.

We don't see each other until August of 2019, but continue to text through the rest of the summer.

When 7th grade starts, I'm still into Marvel. I've seen all the movies at this point, but there haven't been any new ones (even now) since FFH. Inara's interested, but not fully.

In late August/Early September we take BuzzFeed quizzes for fun and text each other the results. I take one about soulmates. I get her initials. I send her the link. She gets mine.

We take more and they all point to us being soulmates. We propose by sending pictures of rings over text. The wedding date is set for September 28th, 2019.

The time comes. It's Saturday and my brother has a double football game. We've planned to pick her up and take her there. It's a Christian league, so the games are at a church.

We go to the garden. There's a small white bench in some rocks, surrounded by flowers. We joke that we've had our ceremony. We wander around for a while longer.

My dad suggests that we go to the taco bell across the parking lot. We do. When we're done, we walk back to my house. Its not far, but we're alone. I carry her halfway back.

When we get to my house we pick things from my garden. We're barefoot and I'm wearing overalls. I joke that we're gonna get a farm one day when we're older.

She picks things while I stand back and watch. The sun hits her dyed-red hair just right. I vividly remember smiling at thinking "holy fuck she's pretty" you would think I'd put together my crush by then.

October rolls around and she cancels plans to go trick-or-treating with me. I'm upset but understand.

We "work" on a school project at her house. We don't actually get anything done before cuddling up on her bed and falling asleep to black panther.

In November, it's Emilyse's birthday party. We've gotten distant but still talk occasionally. Inara and I both go to the party.

We're watching Spiderman Far From Home because that's what Emilyse wanted. I've seen in twice, Ianra has too.

We're given candy and popcorn and then curl up on the couch. Inara and I sit next to each other.

(I forgot to mention this but at some point she stayed the night at my house. She slept on the floor in her swimming suit even though I asked if she wanted to sleep on the bed. Swimming was fun though. We also go to an arcade. We mini-golf and play laser tag. We also danced in the rain together at some point that day.)

Once we're no more than 15 minutes into the movie, I'm cuddled into her chest. It's important to mention that at this point I'm 5'6 and she's no more than 5'0.

We cuddle the entire movie. We share candy and pretend no one else is there. It feels great.

We don't talk about that night for months. Nobody brings it up. I come out to Rebekah around this time, saying no more than that I like girls. I still haven't told Inara.

By December, I've brought her to church a few times. I don't enjoy going to church, but my parents always encouraged it.

(I'd like to say at this point as well that I have been raised Christian and identify with the faith despite the fact that I despise Church and disagree with many of the common teachings. If I ever had to choose for some reason, my sexuality matters more to me than my religion. Regardless, I respect your beliefs if they differ from mine :) )

Inara's birthday is in mid December. Her party consists of us making gay jokes with our enby friend despite not being technically out to each other.

My church youth group plans ice skating. I invite her and she accepts. I'm worried about it. It's essentially a date. Neither of our parents will be there.

We carpool with the youth leaders, who are actually pretty cute for a hetero couple. Inara and I share awkward glances the whole time.

When we get there I learn that Inara took ice skating lessons as a child. She's much more confident than I am, but pretends she doesn't know what she's doing. I skate about once or twice a season, but also rollerblade.

There's a wet, sloped, melty part of the rink. I get nervous and grab her hand. She holds it until we're out of the melted ice.

Every lap around I grab her hand at that point. Eventually, we just keep holding hands for an entire lap.

By the end of the night, we've both fallen a few times but held hands the whole time. We drop her off and I say goodnight.

That night, I rant about the adventure to one of my (ex)friends, who excitedly listens to my talk about holding hands with a girl.

There's a GT Christmas party at Hannah's. Inara and I carpool there. It's an all together boring party with the exception of a few interesting truth-or-dare questions.

(side note, remember Owen? Well he's one of Inara and I's best friends and we were actually close enough that the three of us were basically cuddling on the couch during part of the party. Also the whole class knows about Inara and I's wedding and calls us wives.)

Paislie asks me if I wanted to "marry" Inara before we got "married". I mumble an answer that nobody hears. I don't repeat it. When it's time to leave, Inara and I have our legs intertwined on the couch. We don't mention that, either. We drop her off and I say goodnight.

January is good. There's a night, the 4th I believe, that we really connect. We officially come out to each other for the first time on that night, and it gets really real, really fast.

She says she's pan, I say I'm bi but confused.

In mid January she texts me that she's crying because one of her favorite YouTubers finally hit a million. She cries for hours but never tells me who. I pay it no mind.

A few days later, she mentions a YouTube channel called Unus Annus and tells me that it's super interesting. I text back but don't look it up.

A few more days pass and I'm randomly on the trending page for YouTube, which I never do. I see a video trending called "Mark and Ethan go casket shopping". The thumbnail is interesting enough that I check what the channel is. I notice it's the one Inara told me about.

I watch the video and subscribe within 5 minutes. I text Inara quotes from that video, Ethan Finally Becomes a Man, and the Lie Detector test videos, until she responds and is surprised that I found the channel.

I obsess quickly and depend on her to know the new video at 1pm everyday. She gets annoyed and we drift apart slowly.

In February things get rocky. We fight often. If I win a small argument she doesn't talk to me for hours. She gets pissed at refuses to tell me what the Unus Annus video is called if I ask too many times.

At some point I get fed up and confront her. I don't remember what about, but we stop talking all together.

Friends pick sides. I'm left alone. We don't talk for a month. She tells me that she pushed me away because she thought I'd react badly to her telling me she loves me.

I confess my crush. She tells me she feels the same.

We finally make up at about 8:30 on a Sunday night in March. It's not fixed but we plan to talk. And 9:00, the school district announces that it's shutting down until least after spring break.

We stopped trying to communicate, but eventually, slowly we started talking again. We text a few times a day now, mostly about UA and anxiety, the best combo.

We haven't seen each other since. We're probably going back to school in person in about a month, but I'm not sure. Nobody is.

I've called her my girlfriend on here before, simply because I don't know what we are. I joked the other day about how the youth leaders would react if I said I was texting my girlfriend.

Here's how that went:

So we're just jokingly married for now! It's a confusing pile of garbage but we both came out as lesbians the other day so that's a new development.

I don't know if any of that makes sense but I'll answer any questions anybody has :)

#asks #elle has girlfriend issues #unus annus #crankgameplays #markiplier #yes the guy who hit a million was ethan #thank you kait #im sorry this is so long #lesbian #wlw post #wlw culture #LGBTQ

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elisaphoenix13 · 5 years

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When It All Began

"Is there anyone I can call for you Peter?"

Peter blinks through his daze and stares at the lady crouching in front of him. It took him a few moments to remember who she was and why she was talking to him, but it eventually clicked.

She was from Social Services.

He was in the waiting room of the hospital because he had gotten a call when he was at home that May had been in an accident. He had rushed there in nothing but his pajamas in the hopes that she was okay and that the hospital was just following their policy to contact family, but it was wishful thinking. They let him in her room to say goodbye, and the moment he saw her lifeless body, he shut down. He was supposed to cry, scream, rage...but he felt nothing.

He felt empty.

He didn't even know how he got back to the waiting room. He shut out his surroundings in an attempt to try to feel something...anything. Hysteria would have been preferable at this point.

"Peter?"

"...M-Mr. Stark. Tony."

The lady gives him a bit of a skeptical look but he ignores her and zones out again when she walks away to contact his mentor. He was a busy man but he was the only one Peter could think of besides Ned and his parents, and he wasn't about to burden them with his problems. At the very least, Tony would send one of the Avengers to pick him up and look after him until Child Protective Services put him in the system.

He really was an orphan now. He had no home and even if they found one for him, there would be no more Spiderman. It would be hard enough to explain his metabolism and his rare sensory overload attacks. On the upside, he would only be in the system for about two and a half years until he turned eighteen, then he could be his better half again.

"...roos...Peter!" The teen claws himself back into reality and finds himself looking at Tony. "Hey kiddo. Stephen's going to sit with you while I go deal with some paperwork. Then we'll get you home." The billionaire waits until Peter nods numbly, and Tony stands back up to follow the social services lady while another body occupies the empty chair next to him.

Not only did Tony come himself, but so did Stephen. Peter really liked the sorcerer and had recently added him to his mental list of parental figures. He always listened to Peter ramble about anything, sometimes gave him advice if he needed it, and even made sure he was fed.

Kind of like a mom.

While he wasn't feeling anything but numbness, he craved some physical contact so he silently rests his head on Stephen's shoulder. A gentle hand brushes through his hair in response, and Peter closes his eyes at the familiar gesture. Never again would he get to experience this again, so he soaked up every second of the attention. Foster families wouldn't be as attentive to his needs.

"...in shock." Stephen's voice draws part of his attention.

"Let's get him home."

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"He's way too quiet. It feels wrong." Tony finally says five minutes after getting Peter into bed when they got back to the tower.

"This is just the calm before the storm." Stephen joins him on the couch. "What happened with your lawyers?"

Tony bites the tip of his thumb.

"Well...apparently May put me as a preferred guardian in her will so that will help me get custody. I will fight tooth and nail to keep that kid out of the system."

"You really want to do this." It was a statement, not a question, but Tony still gave him a bewildered look.

"Of course I do! If I didn't, I wouldn't have bothered picking him up! He's my kid!" The genius nearly shouts.

Stephen merely smiles at his outburst. "That's good to know. If you didn't, I would have."

Tony visibly deflates at his boyfriend's words. Here he was yelling at someone that was trying to keep him calm and support both him and the sleeping teenager, and Stephen still stayed. They both knew the situation was stressful and that Tony was damn near close to pulling at his hair because that little part of his brain was telling him that none of this would work out. Social Services would find the smallest fault and he would lose Peter. He did not let that boy wiggle his way into Tony's icy heart just to have him ripped away and leave that Peter sized hole gaping open.

"It's late. You should get some sleep." Tony mumbles. "I'm going to stay up and keep an ear out for him."

Stephen studies him carefully and then conjures some coffee for the engineer, and some tea for himself. "You're not alone Tony. I care about him too."

"...thank you."

The doctor nods and the couple spends their all-nighter watching tv and drinking their caffeinated beverages, until about six o'clock in the morning when Peter emerges from his room. Tony mutes the television when the teen stands in the entryway in absolute silence, and then scrambles to his feet when fat tears finally roll down Peter's cheeks. He pulls the boy into a tight embrace without a second thought, and the younger tightly fists his hand in Tony's shirt as he sobs into his shoulder.

They would stand there as long as Peter needed it.

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By some miracle, Tony was given permanent guardianship of Peter, and once the teen was over his grief and got his okay on the matter, the billionaire adopted him. The press were ignored while Peter adapted to his new life, and Tony hired some people to pack up May's apartment and store everything in an empty room in the tower until the teen was ready to go through it. Stephen, throughout it all, watched Peter like a hawk and made sure he ate and slept, and kept him company when Tony couldn't get out of something SI related.

To the adults relief, Peter agreed to talk to a grief counselor, and since he was already talking to Tony and Stephen about May, he only needed the therapy for a few weeks. It was really just to be sure he was actually doing okay considering the circumstances, and the counselor gave them some signs to watch for after Peter's last session. Thankfully the teen really was recovering and seemed happier than he did in months.

He was actually eating voluntarily, so Stephen didn't have to nearly shove food down his throat, and was starting to talk about going out as Spiderman again. He hadn't donned the suit since May died.

Currently, Peter was eating one of the hamburgers the sorcerer made for him as Stephen started on another. "Do you think Dad will let me go out on patrol tonight?"

That was another new thing. Peter started calling Tony 'Dad' a few weeks after the adoption was validated, and it was completely by mistake. It slipped out of his mouth one day while they were in the lab, and before the teen could apologize, Tony smiled and answered the boy's question. It was enough to tell Peter that the mechanic didn't mind the term one bit. Although he did ask Tony through some adorable stuttering a few days later if it was actually okay.

Stephen slides the second hamburger onto Peter's plate just as the teen tosses the last bit of his first one into his mouth, and the teen builds his second hamburger while Stephen finally starts on his own. "Are you ready for that?"

Peter swallows the first bite of his second burger and nods. "Yeah. I haven't really left the tower since the...funeral...and I want something familiar in my day again. I kind of miss being Spiderman."

"I don't see why not then. Have you finished your homework for Monday?"

Peter nods again as Stephen builds his own hamburger and bites into it. The teen had stayed home the first couple of weeks after May's death and the school sent his assignments by e-mail, and then for another week after the adoption. Peter actually asked to go back to school so he had some normalcy in his life again, and promised to call one of them if it got to be too much.

It actually helped a bit with his recovery.

"Please tell me you made me one of those." Tony drags himself into the kitchen covered in oil smudges and Stephen pushes the lone plate with a finished hamburger over to him. The man practically moans at the first bite and slumps against the counter. "I really needed this."

"Are you done having a foodgasm over there?" Peter asks and causes both men to nearly choke on their food in surprise. "Can I go out and patrol tonight?"

Tony hits his chest and coughs to clear his airways before answering. "Homework?"

"Finished."

"You're sure you're ready to go out?"

"Yes."

"Then yes, on the condition you call one of us if you get something as small as a scratch."

"If it bleeds."

"...fair enough."

Tony already had protocols in Peter's suit, so he tried to lay off any extra rules besides the typical homework first (and in the future, not when sick. If Peter had the sniffles, Spiderman stayed in bed). So with some excitement, Peter suited up later that evening and crawled out of the window FRIDAY opened for him. While he was gone, some of the Avengers came up to the (newly titled) family floor to watch movies, so when Peter returned to the tower at midnight on the dot (his weekend curfew that Stephen surprisingly set) he was half asleep on his feet and not aware of the extra inhabitants.

"I'm home Mom...I'm going to bed."

Peter freezes in the next instant and looks at Stephen with mortification as the sorcerer stands and walks over to the teen. Stephen gently leads him to his room with a small smile, quietly reminds him to brush his teeth, and closes the bedroom door before returning to the living room to find all of the Avengers staring at him. Then Tony broke the silence by laughing hysterically.

When his laughter died down just enough, the engineer wipes the happy tears away. "FRIDAY, send that recording to Rhodey and Happy."

"Way ahead of you boss."

It was the start of Stephen's protective Mama Bear side.

#tony stark #ironstrange #peter parker #mama bear stephen strange #supremefamily

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faangirl101 · 6 years

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Reunited, volume one, Tom holland x reader

REUNITED MASTERLIST

Pairing: Tom holland x reader

marvelousimaginesforyou asked: Hi! Can you Write a Tom Holland Imagine where the Reader and him met when they were twelve and he was fifteen, they haven‘t seen each other since, then they come on set or meets him and the others at a Bar, and it becomes obvious that he trinke they’ve become very hot (Reader 18 Tom 21) and the Reader thinks the same about him and the other actors Tease Tom about it until he asks the reader out?

Author note: I hope you like it, if you want to be on the taglist message me and stay cool. Sorry for grammer btw

“How did you even get a job there?”, Iza asked while grabbing the cigarette package from her back pocket. The smile covering my face the whole day just grew “pure accident, i was walking past my old teacher, you know miss Andrews, and she told me they were hiring extras to play in this movie. Her husband is shooting this huge movie, for marvel”. Iza smacked her lips together “wow, big shot, how much to you get”. I shrugged looking past the rooftop at the sky painted in purple and blue. “You know”, Iza brought a cigarette to her ajar lips “i think this is a big opportunity for you”. I roll my eyes even if i can't help but to feel my heart beat harder “come on, Izzy, its not like i have a line”. She protected the flame of the lighter with her hand as she lit her cig. “I know”, she dragged in a sharp breath of the smoke “but all actors start small”. I rest my head on top of her shoulder as i smack my heel against the wall beneath me. I shrugged again as i dragged in a breath of her shirt. Smoke and the free peppermints from her work. “I'm excited for you”, Izzy dropped the small amount of paper from the cig that was left. I watch it wander around the air like a leaf stuck in a storm, before being put out and swallowed by the ground under us. “Yeah”, I yawned as i buried myself deeper in her shoulder an closed my eyes “you should”. She chuckled and brought a string out of my face. And with her hand stroking my hair, i fell asleep there on the rooftop in my best friends arms.

“Tom?”, i asked in surprise “is that you?”. Tom chuckled, his hand stroking down his spider man hoodie “the one and only”. I yelped out of happiness and wrapped my arms around his neck. He smelled like i remembered, like nana's homemade chocolate chip cookies and the axe spray he stole from his dad. “I thought”, i stammered as i met his brown eyes “i thought you were moving before summer break”. He smiled, shoving of the aperture between his front teeth “My mom said we were going to stay for summer break, Spend the last summer with nana before moving up state”. A sadness hugged my heart tightly again, making it almost hard to breath. I tried to hold back tears as i ran into his arms again “i.. i don't want you to leave, Tommy, please don't leave”. He buried his face in my braided hair, pretending he didn't have a wetness threatening behind his eyes as well. He was fifteen for god's sake, he wasn't supposed to cry about… a twelve year old girl…. Even if it was y/n, his nanas neighbor that he grown to love since the first time he met her. Well he didn't like-like her, that would be weird, but she was like a sister to him in the end of the day. “Trust me”, he whispered against her new pierced ear “i don't want to leave… but we are always going to be friends… We can send letters!”. I nod, still afraid to let the hug go. We only had summer break together until he was gone… maybe he would visit nana once in a while, but he was probably not going to wanna hang out with me when he turned 16. I was still just a kid in his eyes. A tear slipped down my cheek, wetting his hoodie “please don't stop liking me”. He kissed my forehead sweetly “never”.

“Big day”, i mumbled or myself as i walked into the huge building. I was mentally preparing myself. I just turned 18, just graduated, just rented a small apartment with Izzy and just got my first legit small job. Well, it was only for like a week, but was still bigger than anything i had before. I just couldn't mess this up, i wouldn't… right? “All extras, get to the building c”, i hear a man voice echoed through the speakers in the corner of the building. People are moving hurried around be, dragging around costumes and wagons. My heart was beating loud in my ears as i felt anxiety grow in my throat. Where the fuck was building C then? I should ask somebody. “Excuse me, sir”, i mumbled to one of the huge guys at the building centre “building c?”. He smiled at me, turning his entire face to a baby's one as he pointed behind me. “Thank you so much!”, i gave him the nicest smile i had as i grasped on to the bag at my side. Everything was going to be fine, nothing was going to go wrong. I tried convincing myself as much as i could while trying to control my trembling hands. “Are you an extra?”, someone asked behind me and i turned around. A small girl, at least a head shorter than me, smiled at me. I nodded as my mouth suddenly felt to dry to speak. “That way” she nodded against a big group of people sitting at benches put up like a square in the middle of the room. “Thanks”, i whispered with barely even moving my lips as i moved towards the benches. It calmed my rapid heartbeat when i saw that everybody was equally nervous as me, bobbing their legs upside down and looking around with flickering eyes. I sat down, crossing my legs while slowly leaning back.There was a lot of people here, most of them around my age, and i suddenly felt more calm. I blended in here, everything was going to okay. It passed a good half hour of me scrolling through my phone while biting my lip nervously. Another 10m minutes passed and i could almost taste everybody's anxiety in the room. Finally, after 10 more minutes, the short girl stopped in the middle of the square before clapping her hands together. The sudden sound was very effective as the entire room fell quiet. “So”, her voice was to dark for her appearance “you are all extras here today. We will tell you later what you should do, but first we should move to where the shooting is taking place. Come with me”. The entire group of people, which most have been at least 30, got up in a hurry. I grasped onto my bag next to me before throwing it over my shoulder. This was going to be awesome.

“Here”, The short women, who now was wearing a headset covering half of her head, stuck her hand out to me “you there, are you okay with saying a line?”. i felt eyes being turned to me as i swallowed thickly. I had to jump on this opportunity but i… i was honestly scared i wasn't going to be able to speak normally with the lump in my throat. “Yeah”, i smiled, biting the inside of my cheeks hard enough to draw blood. “Great”, she clapped her hand together “all you have to do is hold this handbag and that guy over there will take it from you. All you have to say is ‘hey! he’s robbing me’ and then the cameras are going to be off you so you don't have to so anything. Spiderman is going to return and give back your bag, look thankful and say ‘thanks’. Is that clear? can you do that”. I nodded a little to fast as she looked me up and down judgemental. There's something about the small women i couldn't put my words on. She was like a small flower, delicate and all that until you try to touch it only to get poisoned. “In positions people”, she made a circular motion with her finger as i saw her backside disappear behind the camera crew. My knuckles was turning white from holding the hand bag tightly in my hand. Come on Y/n, its one line, no big deal. “Aaaaaaand”, i heard a clear click, a metal sound falling back into place “shoot”.Calm. I'm calm. With her signal, like dropping meat in front of an animal, i move. Calm. Moving camly. Everything is going to be alright. I could feel the movement of the camera as it followed my posture, but i decided to ignore it. My body was ripped into the action when the man grasped onto my hand bag. My sweaty fingers slipped, leaving me tumbling forward. He pulled a lot harder than i thought, leaving my shoulder arching in pain. Surprised, i turned around to look at everybody around me, did anybody honestly see how hard he pulled. I opened my mouth, stammering over my words “he…. “. I looked back to where the man stood to see him standing outside the shot, his eyes urging me on. Right… the scene. “Hey! he’s robbing me”. My voice come out raspy, almost grabbed in panic as my mouth falls open mostly for effect. Then all the pressure drops from my shoulders as the camera rolls out of my view to follow the “robber”. My hands are shaking, my lungs pumping our adrenaline to my goosebumped covered skin. Calm. Everything was going to be fine. All panic come rushing back in waves when the camera is turned back on me, standing in the middle of the street. I bet my cheeks are blossomed, maybe even swollen in a blush. In front of me was spiderman. Well, a full grown man, dressed in a awfully tight spiderman costume. i wanted to laugh out loud as i desperately bit my lip to hold it back. I mean, the guy looked good, from where i was standing. Muscles, he probably worked hard for, was clear through the material, and he had a great ass… I blushed even more. Jesus y/n“Miss!”, the man, who actually sounded more like a boy spoke “your bag”. That voice. It was like putting a song on a wrecked vinyl…. i knew the song but it wasn't completely like i remembered it. I couldn't even put a title on the “song”. I must have seen him in a movie, somewhere, It was familiar, on the back of my tongue desperalty urging me to remember. But nothing. My mind was blank as i continued to stare at the costumed dressed guy. Oh shit, i almost forgot the scene i was shooting. “T-thanks”, i stammered as i reached out for the bag. My hand accidently come in contact with his. The rough material of the suit rub against my fingertips as i look down to hide my blush. He nods to me, stays for a moment in hesitation, then he start to move. I drop the breath weighting on top of my chest. Finally this scene is over. “Wait”, i called without even realizing i opened my mouth “Who are you?”. The guy in the suit turn his head over his shoulder. I can almost see his eyes squeezing shut behind the mask. “I'm ….. um spiderman”, a smile, i guessed as i saw his mask twitch “your friendly neighbourhood spiderman”. I stand still in shock. Was he one of those actors who actually thought he was his character? or was he…My thoughts was interrupted by the small women yelling “and cut”. Cut? oh no. The scene wasn't finished, and i just ruined it with all my “who are you” talk. The guy wasn't weird he was just doing his job and kept character. The women moved towards me in harsch steps, i felt like a kid in trouble when i saw her eyes. I couldn't judge her emotions, it looked like it was just a mix of everything turning to nothing. “That trick you pulled”, she arched an eyebrow and crossed her arms “not cool, You're just and extra and do as i say, okay? but it was good, and we don't have to reshoot the scene. For this time”. I was stuck in disbelieve and confusing as she leaves me behind here. This was all too much for me to process.

I collected my things, my fingers still shaking. I had to start controlling my emotions, jesus.I was 18 and wanted to work as an actor but couldn't even handle being an extra. I was disappointed in myself, really. “Hey”, the spiderman dude came in view. I sighed and reached up my hand to shake some life in my hair “okay, dude, I know i messed up the scene. M´sorry, i was nervous”. I swear if he looked surprised under the mask, as it moved with his emotions. “Oh no, i think you were great”, he said, his voice clinging in a strong british accent “Mrs Morswin can be quite harsc, if you ask me”. I look him up and down now when i have time to really study him. The suit was tight enough to be spandex, hugging his curves in a way making my blush turn a grisom color. “Thanks”, i let my head roll to the side “You're british”. The way i said it came out as an question even if it was a statement. He nodded before taking something that sounded like a nervous breath “This is a super weird question but do you go to Bronx High School of Science? I regonzie you, love”. The nickname makes butterflies start to crowd in the depths of my abdomen. I shook my head before biting my lip “london?”. His hand landed on top of the table next to me as he leaned closer to me “southwest of london”. I can't hide my surprise as my my jaw dropped “no way? me to, Im from wimbledon”. I hear a gasp from under the mask as he practically fall from his stance in surprise “That's close to where i grew up ,kingston upon thames. Wimbledon College, you?”. I smile and throw the bag over my shoulder once again “Ursuline High School, i used to have friends from Wimbledon college”. He leans even closer, and i can practically feel his body heat radiant over to me “no way, who?, maybe i know them”. I open my mouth, just about to answer his question when a loud yell interrupts me. “Tom! we need you on set”, Mrs Morswin, the short womens, voice echoes through the hall. Tom? Memories hit me like a bus, causing me to grab tightly on to the table for support. The words that been racing at the tip of my tongue finally makes sense. The Spiderman dude was freaking Tom holland. I practically grew up with this guy in front of me. Tom freaking Holland.”Tom”, i whisper for myself but he dont hear it as he turn his head to answer the women. Before i can control my actions i reach out to slowly grasp onto his mask. His head turns to me in surprise as i with shaking fingertips slowly drags the mask of the boys head. The face under the red spandex is painted in shook. His brown curls are finally released and bounce down the side of his face. A pair of familiar chestnut eyes makes eye contact with me and it looks like, both of our eyes blow up in regonizment. “Tommie?”, i shriek, my voice breaking of excitement. “Y/n?”, He asked, still unsure like if he really can't see its me. My heart aches and i can practically feel tears coming. tom holland got pretty, really pretty. His eyes was the same, glistening with joy in a childlike way. But he rest of him? got so much better. The space between his front teeth was long gone and ws now a white perfect smile. His body, which i already kind of studied through his suit, got ripped. His abs was well visible through the tight material as well as the bugle in his pants. I never thought the day where i was attracted to my childhood friend would come but, here we are. I step into his arms, the suit rubbing against my tank top. My head rests on top of his chest, right under his shoulder. He smells like…. like cologne and…. nanas cookies. He still smells like nanas cookies. I bury my face in the crook of his neck, my arms wrapped around his body prisoning it close to mine. “Y/n”, he mumbles as he embrace me and breath out the breath he's been holding since the removal of his mask. “You still smell like nana's cookies”, i mumble, not even sure why i said it out loud. He lets out a breathless laugh, his entire body vibrating against mine. “bloody hell”, his hand caress my spine through my shirt “i miss those”. Even if my body screams in disappointment i let go of his warm body. We both look in eachothers eyes and for a moment it doesn't feel like its been 6 years since the last time i saw him”. He smiles at me, an adorable smile which lights up his entire face. “Tom”, i look him up and down even if i know he sees it “you got ripped, lad”. He laughs again, purely just like when we were kids “yeah, the bollock up in marvel want me to look like the bloody rock. And you… y/n, you look really…. gorgeous”. A blush, the strongest one today, took over my face and well…. my entire body. I smiled, showing my teeth at the same time. “Well”, i look down at my feet “it's been six years”. “yeah”, he muttered under his breath while weighting forward and backward on his heels. We stood there, in a silence so pushing it felt like i was just becoming smaller and smaller ever second passing. “well”, he finally broke the silence “i have to go, have another scene to shoot for today. But, here, put in your number”. He fished up his phone from his back where he'd been hiding it. He reached it out for me after in a hurry unlocking it. I saw the background he had of him and a blue staffy. I loved pitbull dogs. And i loved dudes with dogs, so this was just great. I took the phone from his and “accidentally”, touched his hand in the process. From the back of my mind i tapped down my phone number under the contact “y/n, cute girl from your nanas next door”. He chuckled at the name as he closed the phone with the familiar clicking sound. “So”, he smiled one last time “i hope i'll see you around?”. I nodded, completely lost for words. He nodded one last time as he started to walk away. I let out the nervous breath i'm been holding for the passed seconds. Was i really over here catching feeling for a guy i haven't talked to in 6 years. I saw the posture of his spiderman suit stop, standing its place. Then, in the matter of seconds, so fast i can't understand what's happening, he's back in front of me. “I missed you y/n”, he mumbles, his eyes flicking over my face likes he’s savouring every detail. The last thing he does before taking off down the hall is leaning forward to press a chaste kiss on top of my forehead. Then… with that i see him disappear from my sight, getting smaller and smaller like an ant. My hand automatically end up on my forehead where Toms kiss was placed. My finger trace the mark of his lips as i can feel my heart beating faster. I was falling in love with Tom holland, and there was absolutely nothing i could to about it.

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #spider man x reader #spider-man: homecoming #spider man #reader #tom x reader #peter parker #peter #spider #spiderman #teen tom holland #teen tom x teen reader #teen reader #fluff #tommy #cute

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peterjonesparker · 7 years

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in which junior prom is a thing and michelle is having fun at the thing, which may or may not be because peter parker is her date, but shhhhh.

when michelle was younger, she didn’t exactly have a lot of suitors knocking down her door. none of her classmates were leaving cute notes in her locker or asking her to be their valentine. so maybe michelle is feeling a little nervous as she sits in front of the mirror on friday night. prom night.

6:07

prom is in the gym of midtown high. everyone agreed to leave her apartment at seven because who needs to show up on time? unless you’re cindy and you’re working the prom, but they don’t have that concern. everyone is supposed to arrive at her house at six thirty for snacks and prom pictures™. which means peter should be arriving in approximately eight minutes if his previous history is any indication.

she takes a deep breath, looking at herself in the mirror. her mother absolutely adored the red of her dress. so she took the lead with everything else prom related. she’s wearing her mom’s red heels from the nineties and her mom’s bold red lipstick from…well…from sephora, she thinks?

she doesn’t ask her mom about date nights with her dad. that’s just…weird.

anyway

michelle knows she looks beautiful. but part of her is worried. because, well, her previous crushes haven’t always thought so and she’s nervous that, despite all the signs she’s hoping that she’s reading correctly, peter only likes her as a friend.

“michelle.” her father calls from outside her bedroom door. “peter is here.” he slowly opens the door, sticking his head around. his smile spreads wide and bright across his face as he walks over to his daughter. “mj, honey, you look beautiful.” he hugs her tightly and mj smiles into his shoulder. she really loves her dad. but oh god, is he crying again?

“dad! you promised!” she pushes him away, hitting him lightly on the shoulder, though she’s chuckling with a bright grin on her face.

“I know, I know!” he wipes his tears quickly and takes a deep breath. “but it’s just you and I here, so it’s okay. I won’t cry in front of your boyfriend.” he draws out the word in a song and shakes his shoulders from side to side when he says it and michelle groans and wants to stomp off but these heels are higher than she’s used to so she just walks, simple and dignified.

she waits at her door for her dad, nonetheless. and if she grabs his hand before walking to the stairs, that’s nobody’s business. she’s allowed to do-

fuck

there is no way peter parker should ever be allowed to look that good.

he’s talking with her mother and laughing and his whole face is just lit up like the sun. he looks so happy and carefree. and his suit. it’s tight in all the right places. like, she knew he was spiderman so in theory he should have muscles, but it’s actually just straight up unfair how good he looks.

then her dad clears his throat and mj quickly bites her mouth closed. she hadn’t even realized it had fallen open. she might as well have been drooling. and then she locks eyes with peter and she smiles. she hopes the gulp he takes and the glaze that covers his eyes aren’t something she’s making up.

her mom cheers and claps as she walks down the stairs and michelle rolls her eyes but she’s actually very ecstatic because this is her prom and she’s going with the boy she likes and she’s wearing a beautiful dress. she’s allowed to be giddy and happy and excited and bashful.

when she reaches the bottom of the stairs, she hugs her mother and then looks at peter. she smiles as she meets his eye, but he still doesn’t look quite focused so she snaps in his face. “hey, loser, ready for prom?”

he jumps slightly, shaking his head, smile growing slowly on his face like the dopey nerd he is. “of course.” he moves back and forth on his heels a bit and michelle is overwhelmed by how precious he is and how much love she has for him. “I’m really excited.”

her mother looks between the two of them, who aren’t really looking anywhere but at each other, and announces that she’s going to go finish preparing the snacks in the kitchen. she grabs her husband’s hand and takes him with her.

mj and peter stand there, smiling at each other like dorks, and mj hasn’t felt this elated in a long time. she laughs, looking down briefly before giving him a quick once over. “you cleaned up nicely, parker. color me impressed”

peter smirk, grabbing the lapels of his suit proudly. “told you I would look good. my uncle ben had good taste.”

mj smiles, smoothing out his collar gently. “I can see that. it’s a good look, parker. you should wear it more often.”

his dopey grin fades a bit and he clears his throat. “you look really pretty, mj.” he looks stunned. “like, really pretty.” she has trouble trying to fight the butterflies in her stomach that threaten to fly out. and she has to maintain some element of cool here.

“thanks, dork. now let’s go eat some moon pies.” and so they walk to the kitchen and chat with her parents for a couple minutes before the doorbell rings and ned and betty are there and then the apartment really fills with noise. ned has an amazing ability to just. keep. talking. don’t tell him, but mj loves that about him.

they eat snacks her parents made and talk and laugh. they take embarrassing prom pictures™ on her staircase and maybe her happiness threatens to bubble over when peter wraps his arms around her waist. and maybe she’s frozen a bit and she can’t really breathe because those are his arms around her and his hands locked over her stomach. and she doesn’t even have to try to smile because she’s already doing it and she can’t help it.

everyone agreed that mj should drive because her brother left his car in new york and really, it’s her car too. no matter what alexander insists over the phone. (but she did get his permission to take the car for the night, promise to be the designated driver and all.)

so they all pile into the car and her parents give her a brief talk about responsibility and driving safely and consensual, protected sexual activity and she groans and wants to melt. she hugs them anyway and gets into the driver’s seat and peter puts his hand on hers briefly when she rests it on the center console. “thanks for asking me to come with you.”

she’s too stunned to smile and then he’s taking his hand off and smiling as he looks straight ahead at the car parked in front of them on the street. she shakes her head briefly, looking forward and placing both her hands on the steering wheel. she takes a deep breath and forces her heart to shut up for once as she turns the key and pulls into the street, on the way to the very exciting locale of midtown high.

ned and betty’s chatter fills the silence of the car ride and peter seems to just be content to smile, but his hand is resting on the center console and she doesn’t know if that means he wants to hold her hand or not and she doesn’t want to hold it if he doesn’t want her too so she just keeps her hands planted on the steering wheel. focus on driving, mj.

so that’s what she does. and if she keeps looking over at peter, smiling if he happens to be looking at her, and then blushing and quickly turning back to the road, well, no one can judge her.

when they arrive at the school, she parks the car and they all walk over together, back to laughing and shouting about silly things. peter offers her his arm and she blushes when she wraps her hand around it, holding him to her tightly through this one point of connection.

michelle will be the first to admit: she is very impressed with the setup of the prom. the decorations are beautiful. she actually likes the song playing. she’s there with all her friends and oh my goodness, are those brownies? she makes a note that she needs to compliment cindy and the rest of the team responsible for putting this together.

and then they’re just….at prom. and they all walk over to where the rest of the team is hanging out, even flash thompson. and the whole team jokes around and laughs and brags to each other about their two year winning streak and making it a triple. and it’s fun.

so michelle allows herself to make weird faces in the cheesy photo booth set up in the corner and she allows herself to drink really sugary punch and pretend to gag at ned and she allows herself to dance awkwardly and sway side to side as a pop song plays and she allows herself to look at peter and smile at him and make jokes with him and wrap her arm around his shoulders when she calls him a loser and he makes a face like he’s sad. (he isn’t.)

and she and peter are laughing at how ned blushed red as a tomato because betty kissed him on the cheek when peter just…gasps. she looks up to find him staring off toward the dance floor, face completely entranced and blank. “uh, earth to parker?”

he whips his head around to look at her and his cheeks are slightly pink. “sorry, it’s just, uh-” he looks down at his shoes, hands moving back and forth at his sides, “this is like, my favorite song.”

and michelle listens more closely. and wonderful tonight? oh god, her mother listened to this song on repeat for all of her middle school years. really? she never took peter for a sappy romantic. but she guesses he’s just full of surprises. and then she looks at the dance floor and couples have matched up and entwined themselves, swaying slowly back and forth as eric clapton croons the lyric, “you look wonderful tonight”.

peter’s favorite song isn’t just a romantic song. it’s a slow dance song. arms around your neck, hands on your waist, head on the shoulder slow dance song.

and

well

michelle doesn’t want him to have to stand around while his favorite song plays at their junior prom. so, despite all the flurries she’s getting from listening to this song about a man telling a woman that she looks wonderful:

“okay, then let’s dance, dork.”

so, slowly and most definitely awkwardly, the pair makes their way to the dance floor to join the hoards of other students dancing. and michelle takes a deep breath and wraps her arms loosely around his shoulders while he lightly grabs her waist. and they start dancing.

they don’t talk for a few moments, both looking determinedly over the other’s shoulder. and then

“michelle, I-” she looks at peter, eyes gentle and nervous.

“yes?” she tries to keep her voice calm and decidedly not desperate. and she doesn’t dare say another word because the whole world has become silent and focused on this one moment in her life.

peter takes a long, deep breath. “I just. there’s something I have to tell you.” he wont’ quite meet her eyes, but maybe it’s for the best. her heart’s kind of beating a mile a minute but it’s also lodged in her throat and things are very confusing but she’s also nervous and excited.

and then he looks her straight in the eye and whispers, “i’m spiderman.”

and

she wasn’t expecting this. but. this also feels so great. because she’s waited months for him to trust her with this. for him to feel like she deserves to know his biggest secret in the world. and she can’t help but feel happy about that. even if part of her heart is disappointed.

“I know.” she smiles as his face contorts and he starts, “how did you-”, but she just covers his mouth, quietly whispering, “be quiet, you horrible secret keeper. just dance with me.”

she pulls him closer and rests her chin on his shoulder, hugging him tightly as she continues to sway back and forth with small steps. he pauses for a brief moment before wrapping his arms tightly around her back, deeply sighing.

they stay silent for a few more moments before she smiles, face pressed up against his soft hair, and gently says, “thank you for telling me.”

“I’m glad you know.” he says, tightening his arms and they stay locked in that hug well into the next song that plays. (one sweet day by boyz ii men and mariah carey, if you were wondering.)

they only pull apart when peter nervously and awkwardly announces that he has to pee really badly. she laughs and pushes him toward the restroom. she shakes her head when he trips over his foot near the gym door.

she goes to wait by the fruit punch. (even though it’s sickeningly sweet…she kind of likes it, okay? leave her alone!)

and then flash thompson approaches her. “hey mj.” he says, nonchalant, as he grabs himself a cup of punch.

“flash.” she looks down at him, eyebrow raised.

he rolls his eyes and scoffs. “calm down. I’m only here to invite you and your nerdy friends to an after party at my house. the whole decathlon team is invited.” he more quietly says, “we did a good job this year and I wanted to celebrate one last time before summer.”

and mj nearly smiles at flash thompson, of all people. “yeah, that sounds fun. I’ll ask them.”

and he smiles, walking back to his date. “what did flash want?” ned asks, walking over to her as she sips on her punch.

she glances over at him briefly. “he invited us to a party at his house after prom.”

“really?” ned sounds very excited for a moment, bu then he huffs angrily and says, disappointed, “I don’t have my party hat with me.”

at that, michelle actually laughs. ned looks stunned and a little hurt. “buddy, I’m sure betty is gonna think you look just fine without your party hat. and that’s all that matters tonight.”

he lets out a quick smile, nodding his head once. “you’re so right. this is gonna be so much fun! flash is supposed to have great food.”

“who has great food?” peter asks, walking up to them. he gives mj a smile almost as sweet as the punch and she blushes ferociously.

“flash. he invited us to his party. peter, we have to go.” ned says, grabbing his friend by the shoulder and looking him sternly in the eye. “it’s our junior prom. we need a little fun.”

“well, uh,” peter moves to lock eyes with mj, “do you want to go?”

he shrugs her shoulders and nods. “it could be entertaining. what’s the harm?”

so peter nods quickly, looking back at ned. “sure, why not?”

“yes!” and with that, ned runs off, presumably to go find betty and tell her the exciting news that they, the dork squad™, have been invited to flash thompson’s prom after party.

when she takes her eyes off ned to find peter, he’s smiling, small and adorable as he looks at his shoes. and, well, she’s hoping the after party will hold more pleasant surprises.

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imitationeve · 7 years

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Deep Red and Crimson [Peter Parker x Reader Soulmate AU] (Please read A/N)

Hey guys! This is something I had in mind for a long time but couldn’t done it because I didn’t have real plot….

Anyway, this is stupid beyond your imagination. I warned ya!!

This is a Soulmate AU where people know they have one but can’t identify them.

Some people are born with special ability to see it (red strings tied at the pinky finger) and help others to find their soulmate. These people can see one’s soulmate by touching it and if they are willing to, they can cut it and connect it with someone else’s, using a specific scissor.

Reader is someone born with this ability and just transferred to Midtown High school

[Name] closed her locker of her new school. She sighed, hoping she could survive this year. She turned around after taking a deep breath and she saw them. Red strings flying around everywhere, all tied to someone’s pinky finger. Some couples were walking by, threads not connected to each other. She sighed. She could see it already, breaking up, getting hurt, what was the point? She tried her best not to touch them as she hurried off to her class.

She told herself to keep her mouth shut this year. She had suffered enough because of this ability so she kept on telling herself to shut her mouth. She raised her hand to check her own pinky finger. Still none. She had this ability since she was born but never was she able to see her thread. She wondered whether it was because her soulmate wasn’t born yet or dead but she learned that when soulmate die it goes transparent from her father’s death.

She entered her first period and sat at the very back of the class, not trying to draw any attention. Luckily for her, no one did. Except for the last person who came into class and had no choice but to sit next to her.

“Hey, I haven’t seen you around before. What’s your name?” he asked.

She eyed the thread tied on his finger, wondering where it was going, “Uh, [Name]. [Name] [Last Name].”

“Nice to meet you, I’m Ned. Ned Leeds.” He said with goofy smile and offered to show her around school. Inside she wanted to decline, not wanting to have this kind kid into this mess.

“Thank you.” She said in the end, part of her who wanted friend won.

“Great! I will introduce you to my friend. He’s a nice guy.”

And she met Peter Parker for the first time in her life, at lunch. He seemed nice enough.

“Hi, I’m Peter Parker. Nice to meet you.” He beamed when he saw [Name]. She smiled back at him and sat between the two boys. Peter was beautiful. He had soft brown hair she wanted to touch, warm brown eyes, fair skin, and quiet muscular as well. She had to tell herself not to think of actually having a chance with him. Still, he was attractive.

They told her about the school, who to be careful, which teacher was good or bad and lots of other things that probably everyone at Midtown knew. She tried to pay attention to them but her eyes kept went to Peter’s finger. The color was different than other’s thread. Normally there were deep red –like the color of blood- thread tied, like Ned’s, but Peter’s was crimson. She’d never seen that color before. So bizarre and beautiful. Her mouth tickled, wanting to ask Peter about his soulmate but she kept her mouth shut.

“Hey, [Name]. Why did you move here? I’m not saying that this is a bad place but just wondering why would someone come here during the middle of semester.” Peter asked.

She won’t tell them the truth, “Uh my mother had to move because of her job.” That was the best thing she could thought up.

“Oh. You must miss your old friends.”

“Yeah…” She faked a smile and tried her best to befriend them.

And they were probably the best friends she had ever made. She became part of their life; eating lunch together, doing homework together, sometimes spending time at Ned’s or Peter’s to watch movie, play video games and occasional sleepovers. She loved her new life. It was like a dream she never wanted to wake up from. She kept telling herself try not to see the thread. Especially Peter’s. As much as it was tempting to see it, she shouldn’t. And for a different reason.

About 2 months later, when she was arguing with Ned about Star Wars characters Peter called her.

“Hey [Name]! Can you come over here?” [Name] and Ned stood up and went to Peter, who was in her room.

She gasped, seeing what Peter was holding. It was her scissor. Scissor specifically made to cut thread of soulmates.

“That looks like something from a film based on Victorian.” Ned commented as Peter handed the scissor to Ned. And indeed it was. It was made of bronze, had wide holes –handles whatever- and very thin blades with elaborate pattern carved in. She remembered as a child she wanted it to be beautiful and it truly was.

“I…” She thought she had hidden it well. But not good enough to hide it from her friends.

“Is that yours?” Peter asked, obviously curious about it. She nodded. Inside her head was a chaos, how should she explain this to them?

“This doesn’t look like something should cut paper with.”

“It’s not for that.” [Name] said, trying to get it back from Ned, who handed it to her. She carefully covered the scissor with silk cloth and put it back in the drawer.

“[Name], are you hiding something from us?” Peter asked. He didn’t look mad, just worried. And she was glad for that.

“C’mon, we are your friends. If you have anything in your mind, just tell us man.” Ned said. [Name] didn’t know what to say as she sat on the floor, looking up at her friends.

“This, this is a secret. You will not tell anyone about this. Can you promise me that?” she felt her body shaking as they said ‘yes’ in unison.

“You know about soulmates.”

“Yeah of course.”

“And there are few people who can identify them.”

Both boys nodded. And Ned gasped. Peter blinked and his eyes widened as well.

“You- you can do that?” Peter asked. [Name] nodded, burying her face into her knees.

“That is so cool! Why didn’t you tell us?” Ned asked.

“I, I got into trouble because of that before moving here.” She said, not looking up.

“What trouble?”

“People asked me to identify their soulmates and change them, things like that. Back then I liked getting attention… I shouldn’t have messed with fate but I did and one of my classmates, no more than that paid a price. I didn’t want to do that anymore but people demanded to do it. I, I ran away. I had to.” She said.

“What happened to them?” Ned asked after a gulp.

“Their threads turned transparent. That means their soulmates are gone.” She closed her eyes tightly and added, “And one of those soulmates was my classmate.”

The boys were silent. Her eyes stung as she looked up. Peter was right in front of her.

“You know what? I have a secret too.” He whispered. Ned sat next to him.

Peter reached out for his backpack and showed [Name] what was in the bag, Spiderman suit. [Name] blinked, not knowing what was going on. She just stared at the suit and then Peter, then the suit, then at Peter.

“You….!”

“Yeah, I’m Spiderman. [Name], you are like me. We both have abilities, we can use this to help people out but if we don’t use them in right way, we can hurt others. [Name], you may have used them in wrong way in the past but now you can use them for better.” Peter’s kind voice was like a hot spring water that made her relax. But.

“But you are different Peter. You are a hero! I’m not. I honestly don’t see the point of this ability. All they do is to block my view during class or sometimes see things I don’t want to. And they also got me and my old classmates into mess.” She looked like she was almost going to cry.

Peter hugged her. “Shh… It’s okay. It is….” Ned sat down next to her and comforted her as well. After a while she calmed down and they all promised to keep the secret.

“So am I the only one not to have a super power or a secret?” Ned asked, jokingly.

“Ned, you are so lucky to be normal.” [Name] said with a smile.

“And I was wondering….”

“Then can you see your soulmate?”

“Ned!”

“Sorry, I was just curious. I mean, don’t you want to see yours Peter?”

Then Ned gasped, “Maybe you already know!”

[Name] shook her head and hands, “No! I try really hard not to touch the thread.” She promised.

“Oh. Well you have my permission to see mine.” Ned looked pretty excited. She rolled her eyes.

“Look, we just went over the fact that I don’t want to do this and-“

“I’m not asking you to manipulate it. Just want to see what my soulmate’s doing, that’s all.”

[Name] glanced at Peter who seemed interested in it as well. [Name] sighed, wiped off her tears and grabbed Ned’s left pinky. A blurry vision appeared in her head. She concentrated hard.

“She’s just a student. I expect you will meet her during college? I think. 80% sure.” She said letting go of his hand. Ned looked pretty excited about this.

“Um, can you check mine?” Peter asked, holding out his hand. [Name] hesitated. She didn’t want to see his soulmate. But seeing excited look on his face, she couldn’t decline it. She reached out for his hand and grabbed it. She closed her eyes, concentrating hard but nothing. That was strange. She tried it again, this time slower. Like riding a train along the thread, to the other end. But still it was like something blocked her path.

“[Name]?”

She let go of him. “I’m sorry Peter. I couldn’t see.” One way, she was glad she couldn’t. One way she felt bad seeing disappointment on his face.

“Oh… that’s a shame… She, or he’s not dead, right?”

“Of course they are not dead. Your thread is…” She looked at the extraordinary color of crimson, “still red.”

Peter sighed in relief. [Name] smiled as well, unknown jealousy crawling inside her heart.

“So… We are not going to talk about this anymore, okay?” Ned nodded but Peter raised his hand as if to ask a question.

“What?”

“I want to know if you have seen your soulmate before.”

[Name] bit her lips. Glanced at her finger but still couldn’t see anything. She shrugged.

“I can’t see my thread. I’ve never seen my own.” She sighed. Peter stared at her. His eyes were twinkling.

“Peter? Is something wrong?” Ned asked.

“What? No. Nothing. It’s nothing.” Even though he said that [Name] could still see excitement and twinkling in his eyes.

Sharing their secrets made Peter and [Name] even closer. [Name] found herself spending more time with Peter than before. She liked hanging out with him and he made her comfortable.

“Are you going out with Peter?” The question her mother asked during a weekend made her flinch.

“No. What do you mean?”

“Well you seem to like him. And I found you two alone many times so I suspected that you were dating him?” Her mother closed the newspaper she was reading and raised her brow.

“Am I wrong?”

“Yes! I don’t even like him that way. That’s crazy! Me and Peter dating?” [Name] sat down on the couch across her mother.

“What’s wrong with him?”

“No. Nothing’s wrong with Peter. It’s just that I’ve seen so many people dating who aren’t their soulmates. I know they will break up eventually. Why break a sweat? I don’t wanna get hurt.”

Her mother gave [Name] soft look.

“Honey. You know that’s not true. Yes, soulmates exist and you will meet them someday but there’s nothing wrong with meeting other person. You just build up new relationships.”

[Name] listened. “But… Yes I understand but I don’t like Peter that way.”

Her mother smiled, “Are you sure?”

And that had been bothering her for the whole weekend. When she went to school Monday, she felt nervous, butterflies in her stomach. She was walking carefully not to be seen by Peter or Ned.

“[Name]!” she shrieked and turned around to see her best friends standing there.

“Sorry. Did we scare you?” Peter asked. [Name] didn’t answer, just stared at his face.

“[Name]?”

She came back to Earth. “Oh um, I’m sorry.” She turned around and ran to the girl’s bathroom went to see the mirror. She was blushing. Half from running, half from…. She was breathing heavily and hearts were pounding fast.

Peter’s face was filling her head along with her mother’s words.

‘Are you sure?’

“Yes.” She whispered to herself. And that was what she wanted to believe.

‘Are you sure?’

“Yes!” she closed her eyes but she couldn’t think of anything else and her answer was like a dagger stabbing herself.

‘Are you sure?’

She opened her eyes, stared into the mirror. She looked miserable. She didn’t feel well either. She had two beliefs before coming to Midtown. One; her ability was a disaster. That was proven wrong by Peter. Two; dating someone other than your soulmate is a waste of time. And that, that was….

“No.” she admitted. Emotions weren’t something she could control. She looked down, eyes closed to hold back the tears and when she opened her eyes she gasped. Something was shining on her left pinky and soon created a long long crimson thread. It flew out the bathroom door. She followed it out and bumped into someone.

“[Name]? Are you okay?” It was Peter. His eyes widened as he saw tears in her eyes. He raised his hand to touch her face and she saw it. Her thread looping its way to Peter’s finger. She stared at it for a moment and hugged him.

“[Name]….?” He asked as he hugged back. She sobbed silently, feeling relieved that she would never ever lose this feeling.

#peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker imagine #peter parker onshot #tom holland #spiderman #reader insert

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3rdgymbros · 7 years

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Wash Away (The Mess I’ve Made)

( PROMPT: The reader is the Vulture's daughter, she's the enemy of Spider-Man, but she's friends with Peter in real life. But at one point, she accidentally knows that Peter is Spider-Man, but her father asks her to kill him, but she can't because it's his friend and also his crush. )

A/N: AHHH this is my second request, so I hope I did it justice?? I was so thrilled to get one, so I hope this is what you were looking for, dear anon! ( If I get begged enough, I’ll make a second part! ) Also in other news: I desperately require a date with Tom Holland. Please give me a date with Tom Holland.

Taglist: @mainspidey | @x-wing-starwriter | @tomsleftbrow | @tryn25 | @tanglefire

Warnings: Child abuse, so I’ve put it under a read more!

You’ve never seen your father like this before. He’s calm. Too calm. There is a wild, whacked out crazy in his eyes. No, you think, correcting yourself bleakly, he’s not ‘Dad’, he’s ‘The Vulture’ now. Dad had taken you in after your parents had died. Dad took you out for sundaes every weekend. Dad helped you with your homework. He wouldn’t do this.

Blinding lights and fire fly through the sky, spinning the earth off her axis. Your ears ringing and deafened, you stumble over debris and your own feet. Heat sears your face and hands. Your knees quiver so badly as you come to stand beside The Vulture. You’ve done what he requested, to play bait for Spiderman, who wouldn’t be able to resist swooping in to save his girlfriend. You were good.

The Vulture wouldn’t hurt you if you were good.

You can’t look Peter in the eyes, the sharp sting of betrayal weighing heavily on your mind. You know it weighs on his, too. His eyes – even under the mask, you know that they’re a warm shade of brown – are fixed on you. In anger? Disgust? Instead, your eyes trace over the tiny hole in your Converse. Red – the perfect colour for a traitor. Only now, they remind you of Peter’s suit, and a tiny, tortured gasp escapes your lips.

You’d gone to Midtown High for the sole reason of tracking down Spiderman. You’d struck up a friendship with Peter Parker soon after. He’d seen you snapping pictures of the students mingling in the quadrangle, taking advantage of the sunny day, and had offered to take a picture of you. You’d agreed, but only if he would be in the shot too.

You’d kept that shot – you and Peter clowning about for the camera, silly smiles on your faces – in a plain wooden photo frame, perched on your nightstand.

And the rest was history.

It wasn’t an uncommon sight to see you and Peter – sometimes with ned tagging along – walking together in the halls. You would snap pictures, sometimes with your camera, sometimes with your phone, while Peter and Ned would horse around.

You’d taken pictures of the other students at first. You weren’t sure when they had slowly, but surely, turned into Peter Parker.

Peter rummaging through his locker. Peter measuring out trace amounts of Hydrochloric acid and Limestone in test tubes, his brow furrowed. Peter, turning his face up to the sun and smiling that sweet, sweet smile of his, brown eyes gleaming.

He’d kissed you a month after you’d moved to his school. His hands were soft, almost trembling as he’d cradled your face, but his lips were warm as they brushed over yours. Your first kiss had been awkwardly sweet, teeth and noses bumping together more often than not, but you and Peter had been laughing, cheeks pink, at the end of it.

The shift from best friends to lovers had been as easy as breathing. Nothing much had changed. Only now, you would greet Peter in the hallways with a kiss to his cheek, would hold his hand as the two of you walked to class together. After school, you’d head to his place to do ‘homework’. Which meant that the two of you would make out, either on the couch, or on Peter’s rumpled bed, until Aunt May came home from work. After which, the real homework would be done in earnest, until one of you decided to take a break.

You’d jumped at the chance for a slice of normalcy, to be a normal girl with a normal crush.

But you should have known it was too good to be true.

Peter Parker was Spiderman. You’d had your suspicions, of course. The bruises staining his skin were obvious, his hasty excuses flimsy and easy to see through. You’d thought he’d had problems at home, too, but that theory had been disproven when you saw him slip into his Spiderman costume at Ned’s.

Haltingly, choking back tears, you’d reluctantly told The Vulture, hating yourself more and more with every barely-audible word that you’d mumbled out.

The Vulture had been pleased, laying a warm hand on your shoulder. He’d asked you for one more favour, to tell Peter that you were being held captive.

And so you had.

What else was there to do, really?

And so you’d thrown away friendship – maybe even your only chance of finding love and happiness – because you were too afraid of The Vulture.

Too afraid to stand up to him.

“(Y/n).” The Vulture barks, sounding as though he’s in a particularly foul mood. You startle, but shuffle over obediently, each step painfully slow. The Vulture nods at Peter, his limbs trembling as he struggles to rise. You feel the cold press of steel in your hands when he presses the Heckler and Koch into your hands. “End it.”

The truth is a heavy burden to bear. Your knees buckle, but you barely feel the sharp sting of pain. The colour drains from your face. Your hands shake violently, the gun weighing heavily in your hands. You can’t do this. You’re going to throw up. You try to breathe past it, to force air back into your uncooperative lungs, but your airways feel clogged with cotton.

“You can’t,” You plead, the words clumping together in your mouth. “He’s – He’s my friend.”

“End. It.” The Vulture’s voice sounds as if he’s fast losing the kindness he never has enough of.

“Please!”

“Spiderman is Tony Stark’s ally. That makes him our enemy.” That unhinged glint in The Vulture’s eyes grows wilder. “So we have to eliminate him.” His expression hardens. “You don’t want to make The Vulture angry, do you?”

If The Vulture sees your pallid face, stricken with grief and misery, or the tears pooling in your eyes, he doesn’t comment on it.

“DO IT!”

You flinch at the thunderous tone. Your hands quiver so badly as you raise the gun to shoulder height. You have to set it down again, pale, wide-eyed and frightened.

“(Y/n).” Peter says quietly. He doesn’t sound mad or bitter. Just pained, and softly concerned. “This isn’t you. Please don’t do this.”

“How could you possibly know me?” The words come out harsher than you mean them to. “You know nothing, Peter.”

He doesn’t know what you’ve had to do to survive each day. He doesn’t know that you’ve had to watch innocent people get tangled up in The Vulture’s schemes. He doesn’t know that there’s blood, death, and a whole lot of guilt on your hands.

“You’re right. There’s a lot I don’t know.” Peter exhales, the sound taut with pain. “But I do know that you’re a good person. The (Y/n) I fell in love with wouldn’t do this.”

Even bruised and battered, facing imminent death at your hands, he’s still thinking about you. Not a way to escape. He’s worried about your well-being. More tears threaten, but you suck them back, knowing that they would make everything worse.

“The Vulture’s going to be mad,” You whisper in response, thinking of the bruises that echoed more than just skin-deep. “You don’t know what he’ll do to me.”

“I’d protect you,” Peter whispers, just as softly. “I would never let anyone hurt you, (Y/n).”

You fix your eyes on Peter. Indecision flickers across your face. Your lips quiver. You wish there was a way out – some eloquent way that can both satisfy The Vulture and your own conscience. But there’s none that you can think of that doesn’t end up with you and Peter both dead on the ground.

“You’re a good person, (Y/n). The Vulture isn’t. Please don’t do this.”

This isn’t the news that you want to hear. Your mouth tightens. You draw back your shoulders, almost as though you’re squaring yourself up for a typhoid shot – something painful but necessary. Swallowing hard, you lurch to your feet.

Your finger finds the trigger.

And you shoot.

But not at Peter.

You were aiming at The Vulture’s midsection, but The Vulture’s too quick. He dodges, and the bullet ricochets off a metal wing.

“I think you should leave,” You say, in a small but firm voice. You try to keep your hand steady on your pistol. “Now.”

“You know what’s going to happen if you do this, (Y/n). There’s still time for you to be a good girl.”

You think longingly back to the few father-daughter bonding moments you can remember. But had he ever really loved you?

“No.” You say, more firmly this time, the steel in your voice surprising even yourself. “No. Leave, or I’ll put a bullet into your skull. I’m not your daughter anymore, so don’t come looking for me!”

The Vulture leaves, and you can cry at the relief filtering through your bloodstream. You sink to the ground and let the warm debris burn into the back of your legs. There’s an odd mixture of pride and fear clouding your head, but there’s also the sense of freedom, of a bird being set free from a cage.

“You didn’t kill me.” Peter says, still sounding dazed with pain.

“I couldn’t,” You confess shakily. “I love you. How could I – When you –”

“I meant it. When I said I’d protect you.”

“I know.”

Closing your eyes, you drag yourself over to Peter, burying your face in the crook of his neck. He rests his chin on the top of your head, whispering I love yous I love yous over and over again, holding you close to him.

And that’s when the tears finally start to flow.

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Caught in a Web (Ch. 3)

Pairing: Peter Parker/Spiderman x OC

Word Count: 2,103

Warnings: Swearing, mention of blood, shirtless Peter

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SCARLETT

Six days and eight bloody knuckles later, I'm still not talking to Peter. I've been hanging with Spiderman and punching the punching bags in the training room, I haven't given Peter Parker much thought…

I wake up to the sound of an alarm going off, realizing that it's my alarm clock on my phone. I've stayed at the Tower for the past week, doing everything I can to avoid Peter. While I do enjoy the large, spacious Stark Tower, I miss my little apartment… And Peter. And Ned. And everything we used to do together. Getting our usual's at Delmar's after school three times a week and eating them on the roof mine and Peter's apartment building. I miss the laughs and sweet moments Peter and I shared. I miss him holding me in his arms when he rushes in because I was screaming from a nightmare.

I check my messages and realize I have one from Aunt May. And that's what broke me.

'Scarlett, wherever you are, whatever you're doing, I need you to come talk to Peter. Please… Talk through your issues and make up with him. He's been mopey since you started ignoring him and it's really depressing around here. He barely eats, he sleeps a lot, he holes himself up in his room all the time and won't talk to me. All I know is what I know from Ned. Please Scarlett, I love both of you. You've been inseparable since you were little. I'm sure you can get through this problem together, right? Xoxo, May."

I love Aunt May like she's part of the family. That's why I decided to call Peter.

I grabbed my phone and dialed Peter's number (He's number 5 on speed dial). The phone rang and rang and rang… No answer.

I didn't bother to leave a voice message. I guess I'll have to wait until I get to school to talk to him.

I walk to the bathroom and take a shower, then get dressed in black skinny jeans, red converse, and a green off-the-shoulder shirt, layering a black tank and sports bra underneath. I apply some light make-up (my dad is old-fashioned and won't let me wear much. Not that I want to anyways. Just enough to hide a few blemishes). Just some skin tone evener, light blush, mascara, and a thin line of eyeliner flicking up into a small wing on my eyelids. I pull my hair into a high pony tail and slide on a few bracelets, one being the charm bracelet Peter got me for my birthday last year.

I check the clock and realize I only have 20 minutes until I have to be at school.

"Shit!" I exclaim and run downstairs to the kitchen, grab a piece of toast and an apple, and rush out the door.

As I rush out the front doors of the building, a familiar red and blue suit stands in front of me.

"Hey Spidey. Sorry, can't talk. I have to get to school." I say quickly and try to get around him.

"Let me give you a lift. I have to go to school too. Midtown, actually." He explains.

"Wait, you go to Midtown?!" I practically yell. His hand comes up and covers my mouth.

"Don't be so loud. Yes, I go to Midtown. I'm only sixteen. This whole Spiderman thing is only a… part-time thing." He says in a hushed tone.

"We'll talk more later. We're going to be late." I state and he tells me to hold on tight and we swing from roof to roof, making it to school in about seven minutes.

PETER

After Scarlett rushes inside, I change into my civilian clothes and rush to my locker to get my History textbook. But I didn't expect what I was going to see.

"Hey, Parker…" The fiery red-head said slowly.

"Scarlett…" I say, my voice just above a whisper. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to see you… I miss you Peter. These past few weeks have been awful without you… I've been sparring with Bucky or punching a bag almost every night because I was driven crazy. I needed to get you off my mind. Sparring with the help of a friend's adventures around New York made it possible. I thought not thinking of you would make it easier to leave… But I realize now that I don't want to leave you. I just needed some time to think. I'm sorry Peter. I overreacted. I just… I just want you to tell me what's going on." She had grabbed both my hand lightly in hers as she spoke.

"Scarlett… I've missed you too." That's all I could say. I was just so happy I had my best friend back.

Taking advantage of her grip on my hands, I pull back, letting her fall into me as I wrap her in a hug. Not too long after, I feel her sobbing, her arms holding me tighter. I stroke the back of her hair, then pull away.

"Hey, what's wrong? Why are you crying?" I look into her eyes and ask her gently.

"I've just missed you so much and was scared that you wouldn't forgive me for shutting you out…I thought I would have lost you." She explained through tears.

I hold her face in my hands and wipe away a tear with my thumb. "You will never lose me Scar. I promise."

She nods her head and reaches in for another hug. I welcome her with open arms and kiss the top of her head. "It's going to be okay. We're going to be okay." I say to myself more than her.

The tardy bell rings and we break apart. She quickly wipes away the rest of her tears and we split ways and go to class. I shoot her a quick text before I enter class.

'Meet me in your room after school. I'll tell you my secret then. X'

'Okay. Delmar's first? I haven't had a usual since I left.'

'Ha-ha, sure. Delmar's, then your place.'

I shove my phone in my pocket and enter class, mentally preparing myself for the scolding I was about to get from Mr. Hanson.

SCARLETT

I put my phone away and enter the art room, apologizing for being late. My art teacher, Mrs. Lancer, and I are somewhat close. She knows about Peter and me and how I've been living at my uncle's house in order to avoid him. She knows sometimes the traffic can be tricky so she excuses my tardiness with a smile and all she does (so the other students don't think she's favoriting people) is tell me that instead of my sketch being due tomorrow, it's due at the end of class today. No big deal, honestly. All I have to do is add some shading and it's done.

I silently work on my sketch as I listen to some smooth jazz through my earbuds which are connected to the phone my uncle Tony built. Spiderman has the same style phone I do except he has Karen and his is red and not green like mine. Pascal is programmed into my phone so everywhere I go, Pascal is with me. He talks to me sometimes through whatever system I have. But I always tune him out when I'm trying to work. He does like to take control of my playlist sometimes, just to mess with me. He'll throw in some Black Veil Brides while I'm listening to Louis Armstrong. Quite the personality, I must say. I don't mind though. He keeps me on my toes.

The bell for the end of first period rings and I turn in my drawing. It's a black and white sketch of the New York skyline from the top of Stark Tower. I got inspiration from one of the many times Spiderman took me up there to see the sunset. The time when I was living at the tower and we stayed up on the roof for about three hours just talking. He put his arm around me and I rested my head on his chest and we lied down, gazing up at the stars until I was interrupted by a text from my dad telling me to get home and go to sleep.

The school day is finally over and I get a text from Peter.

'Hey, go ahead and get Delmar's without me. I'll me you at your apartment at 4 ok?' It read.

I sigh and reply to him: 'Yeah okay. See you then...'

I head over to Delmar's and make small talk with Mr. Delmar for a little bit while my order is being prepped. I thank Mr. Delmar and head to my apartment and wait for Peter in my room.

I constantly check my clock and watch. 4:00… 4:15…5:30…7:45… the hours go by waiting for Peter and he never shows up.

Around 8:30 I hear a weak knocking on my window and see Spiderman, hunched over, gripping his side. I hurry to open the window and help him in.

"What happened to you?!" I say in shock as I lay quickly cover my bed with a sheet and help him lay down. "This looks bad, hold tight okay? I'm gonna patch you up." I say quickly, giving him a squeeze on his hand and then running to the supply closet to get my emergency medical kit.

I hear him groaning in pain as I enter the room. "Scarlett…please…" He says through his teeth.

"I know, I know… this is going to hurt a little bit. I'm sorry." I pour some water over the gashes on his side. I look up at his mask-covered face and see some blood coming from the side of his head. "Your head!" I exclaim. I reach over and have him turn his head slightly. Part of the mask had been torn and all I can see is curly brown locks, soaked with blood.

"Scarlett… do you need me to take my mask off?" he asks.

"If you're okay with me finding out who you are, then yes. I need to make sure your head's okay." I reply thoughtfully.

He shakes his head lightly up and down and then reaches to unmask himself. He grimaces a little at his movement because of his side, the stretching of his muscles. I stop tending his side wounds when I realize who the boy was behind the mask… my best friend, Peter fucking Parker.

"Peter!?" I exclaim, making him flinch.

"Hey, Scar." He says quietly with a smile. "Surprise."

"Peter Parker… is Spiderman… Spiderman is Peter Parker… Peter Parker is my best friend… I'm best friends with Spiderman…" I say in shock to myself. I turn to Peter. Slapping his shoulder, I freak out a bit. "How could you not tell me Parker?!"

"Ow! Hey!" He says, putting his hands up in defense. "Scarlett I'm sorry I wanted to. I really did. But then I found out you were Cap's daughter and Tony Stark was your uncle and I just didn't want you to get hurt trying to protect me – don't even try to fight that statement, you know you would – and I couldn't bear knowing that I let Captain America's daughter, and my best friend, get hurt because of me. Not only would that kill me, but your dad would kill me." He explains as I clean the wound on his head.

"You're unbelievable, you know that Parker?" I laugh, all anger towards him vanishing as he looks at me with his doe like brown eyes.

"But you love me anyways." He states matter-of-factly.

"Yes, I do. You're my best friend. I'm kinda stuck with you." I tease. "Now you gotta take off that suit so I can tend to the rest of your wounds. What happened anyways?" I tell him.

He presses the spider decal on the front of his suit and it goes slack. He slowly takes it off, wincing in pain the entire time. I help his take it off the rest of the way and set it on my desk chair. All he's wearing now is a pair of boxers. I hesitate with the cleaning alcohol and cloth pad as I take in how fit he is. He's got a nice set of abs, his arms are covered in pure muscle, and his chest is smooth and strong. I can feel my cheeks glowing a light pink but I quickly snap out of it when my eyes scan over the two gashes on his side.

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