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exhaslo · 4 months

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Puzzle Pieces Ch10

(Mafia!Miguel x Shy!Reader)

Ch.1, Ch.2, Ch.3, Ch.4, Ch.5, Ch6, Ch7, Ch8, Ch9

Warning: Smut so Minors DNI, mentions of abuse, blood, murder, language, fluff, bullying, mentions of sex, shower sex, praise

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You were trapped there again.

Afraid.

Your body was already shaking, just anticipating the heavy footsteps once that creaky door opened. Your breathing hitched as those thoughts became reality. The loud creak made you stumble as you hurried to the kitchen.

Swiftly, you tried to stop your hands from shaking as you prepped a plate. Tears were rolling down your cheeks as you heard a heavy bag hit the floor. Your heart was about to burst out of your chest. You couldn't focus and because of that...

CRASH.

"Fuck, woman." Eddie hissed.

You started sobbing and apologizing as you attempted to clean up your mess. His footsteps grew louder and harsher as they drew closer to you. Your breathing stopped as Eddie appeared in front of you. A harsh scowl on his face as he looked down at you.

"Tch, so useless. Clean this shit up and get my dinner ready. I got to head out again soon." Eddie spat as he gave you a swift kick to your stomach.

"S-Sorry....hn...I-I'm so s-sorry." You sobbed, holding your stomach in pain as you kept cleaning.

"Can't believe I got stuck with you."

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"I'm sorry!" You gasped, crying as you awoke.

It was hot. You felt sweat all over your body as you scooted off your bed. Another nightmare about him. This was the first one you had since you officially dated Miguel. Unable to stop shaking, you hurried to your living room and grabbed a puzzle.

It had been two weeks since Halloween night. You were happy with Miguel. Everything was going so smoothly, so why. Why were you having nightmares again?

"It's s-so l-late...I-I...d-don't...want...want to bother...." You sniffled lowly, shaking as you reached for your phone.

Miguel had told you to call him whenever you needed to calm down. He was so understanding. Shuddering as you felt your chest tighten, you hesitated to press on Miguel's name. It was almost midnight. What were the chances that he was awake?

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Miguel sat alone in a dark room. The only visible thing were his eyes that seemed to have a red glow to them. An echo of a tap was heard until the door creaked opened. Miguel exhaled softly as he watched Miles and his little crew enter.

"Still nothing?" Miguel's tone was more than annoyed.

"Our lead got us nowhere. The best we can do is just keep watching the supermarket." Peter stepped in. Miguel's eye twitched,

"Why is it so hard to find one man?"

"Well, to be fair, we're always fighting someone so our attention isn't that focused on this one dude," Gwen sighed and glanced at Miles, "Maybe we can draw-"

Miguel slammed his fist against the desk. His glare more prominent than normal. Everyone took this as a sign to leave. Not before apologizing to Miguel first. Once they were all gone, Miguel hissed lowly as he grabbed a bottle of whiskey from under his desk.

Right as he poured the liquid into a glass, Miguel growled at the sound of his phone. It was late and Miguel was ready to go home, but of course, that new pest of a mafia group had to cause trouble. This new Venom group was going to be destroyed one way or another.

"(Y/N)?" Miguel whispered as he saw your name on his phone, "It's late, Conejita (bunny), why are you still up?" He lowered his voice for you.

"I...I had a n-nightmare," You whimpered.

Miguel's eyes soften as he leaned back in his seat. Your voice was scratchy and low. You've been crying. That and your stuttering was pretty bad. Oh, how he wished you were in his arms right now for him to comfort you.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Miguel glanced at his watch, his own exhausted eyes drooping slightly,

"N-No...I...I just...j-just need to c-calm down. I-I like...h-hearing y-your voice." You whimpered softly. Miguel inhaled deeply as he found the energy to stand,

"I'll be there in a bit, amor (love). Don't worry."

"O-Okay,"

Miguel smiled softly as he heard the relief in your tone. He hung up, then immediately called his driver. Despite still having a lot of work to do, Miguel was going to call it a night. He can have his men and women do his dirty work for now.

Miguel needed his relief.

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You played with your sleeves as you fixed up your place. It helped you clear your mind a bit since Miguel was coming over. Hurrying to the bedroom, you doublechecked his spare clothes. Since you started dating, you bought Miguel some cozy clothes in case he ever decided to stay over again.

You were always the one to sleep over at his place.

Feeling your cheeks burn, you shook the thought away and hurried back to the living room. Miguel was going to come over any minute now. You needed to finish your puzzle.

'Pick up this shit! What are you a fucking child?'

Your breathing shuddered as the voice screamed from the back of your mind. You held the small piece in your palm, unable to stop shaking. Your sleeves slowly rolling down, revealing the scars you gave yourself as a means of escape.

'Do you have ANY FUCKING IDEA how fucked I'll be if you tried to fucking kill yourself? Don't be a stupid little bitch!'

Tears rolled down your cheeks as you sobbed once more. Why did his voice have to come back and haunt you? Why was he such a poison in your mind? Eddie was a venom. Eating away at your soul until you were nothing left.

"(Y/N)?" Miguel knocked against your door.

Quickly, you hurried to him. You tackled Miguel, wrapping your arms around him as you sobbed into his chest. With ease, Miguel picked you up and carried you into the bedroom. You didn't want to let him go.

"What's wrong, (Y/N)?" Miguel asked, sitting you on the bed. He noticed a pair of clothes set aside for him, "Hm?"

"I-I k-keep hearing...h-his...his voice. I-I can't..." You tighten your grip against his jacket, "I-I'm sorry. S-Sorry I'm a burden."

"But you're not," Miguel sighed softly and lifted your chin, kissing your tears away, "He is no longer in your life. Y estoy planeando matar al cabrón por ti, mi conejito. (And I'm planning on killing the fucker for you, my bunny)."

"Mhm, M-Miguel..." You whispered, only understanding the 'bunny' part, "Um...I, um...I got you some comfortable clothes...to s-sleep in. W-Would you like s-shower first?"

"Only if you join me,"

You bit your lower lip and slowly nodded. Honestly, just having Miguel here was calming you down. Following Miguel into the bathroom, you helped set the water and squeaked softly as Miguel already started to get undressed.

You followed suit, still hesitating with your clothes. Miguel approached you, his hands gently holding your waist. You closed your eyes, finally removing your shirt. Miguel responded with a hum and proceeded to kiss you,

"My beautiful girl," He whispered, slowly pulling you into the shower with him.

Your heart fluttered every time Miguel complemented you. Your shower was small, so your bodies were pressed against each other. Miguel had you in his embrace, his head resting against the crook of your neck as the warm water hit his skin.

"(Y/n), whenever you think of that asshole, I want you to remember that I'm taking care of you now," Miguel whispered in your ear as his hands stroked your sides, "That I cherish you for the wonderful woman you are."

"M-Miguel," You whispered, feeling your back pressed against the wall.

You whimpered softly as Miguel started to kiss and nibble at your neck and shoulder. You slowly wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders as Miguel lifted you up. You shuddered as Miguel started to grind his hips into yours, causing you to wrap your legs around his waist.

"Call out of work tomorrow, amor. Let me spoil you."

"B-But...mhm, I-I can't...c-call out again." You whimpered softly, resisting a moan as Miguel's dick slid against your folds, "M-My...b-b-bills"

"I'll take care of everything," Miguel hummed, making his marks on you, "You deserve a break. Let me take care of you."

"M-Miggy," You moaned as his tip poked your hole.

You arched your back against the wall, giving Miguel more space to mark you. He hummed in response, his fingers slowly rubbing circles against your clit. The heat of the shower was fogging your mind as you started to give into the pleasure.

"That's right, let me take care of you." Miguel hummed, stealing your lips in a kiss as he gently slid his dick inside you.

"Mhpm~"

Your legs tighten around Miguel's waist as he started to thrust into you. His gentle yet rough thrusts sending you to nirvana with each slap. Whimpers and moans were coming out loudly as you clenched around Miguel's cock.

Every time Miguel fucked you, it made you remember the difference between him and your past relationship. Miguel was far too good for you. Gasping, you fell victim to an orgasm with another simple rough thrust from Miguel.

"Gooooood girl. That's right, you're doing so good for me," Miguel groaned, his thrusts getting a little faster and harsher.

You flung your head back, crying out as Miguel kept hitting your sweet spot. Your hands were gripping his hair, your head resting against his shoulder.

"Miggy~"

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Miguel grunted as you kept clenching around his dick. Your blissed out expression gave him full to keep going. You were doing better giving yourself into him. Miguel just needed you to realize that you didn't have to work anymore.

That you could live with him.

Hearing loud knocking from against the shower wall, Miguel chuckled darkly. Seems like his shy bunny was being too loud for your neighbors. You didn't even notice as Miguel drew another orgasm out of you.

"Let's take this to the bed," Miguel chuckled.

Still holding onto you, Miguel turned the water off and brought a towel. He placed the towel on the bed before laying you on your back. His harsh and rough thrusts continued as he pressed you into mating position.

"I'll treat you like the princess you deserve to be," Miguel grunted as he unloaded inside of you.

"M-Mig..." You breathed out, "P-Please...K-Keep going,"

Miguel just chuckled as he kissed you deeply. Your cute fucked out expression just begging for more. Miguel flipped you on your stomach, pressing himself against you back. You whimpered and moaned as his rough thrusts continued.

"Ah, sabe tan bien. Eres mi dulce conejita en celo, ¿no? ¿Quieres que te dé una razón para ser mía? (Ah, taste so good. You are my sweet little bunny in heat aren't you? Want me to give you a reason to be mine?)" Miguel whispered, falling into his own lust.

Miguel pressed his hand against your back, watching you grip the bed sheets. Your moans filling his ears like music. Your sweet pussy dripping and sucking his dick, forming a white ring around his cock. Your moans were almost pornographic as Miguel finally let loose.

"I'm going to treat you so well tomorrow. I've had such a long day." Miguel whispered in your ear, "Going to make you forget all about what hurts you."

"Miguel~!" You cried out, collapsing after a harsh orgasm.

Miguel sighed softly as he finished. Another grunt and a moan, Miguel gave you one last load of his cum. A loud sigh escaping his throat as relief washed over him. As he pulled out, Miguel smiled at his work once more.

You were fast asleep, your body twitching softly with his marks all over you. Miguel put on the clothes you got him and proceeded to wipe you down. He found some new pajamas for you and got you dressed before finally climbing into your bed.

"Not the best way to comfort her, but this works too," Miguel told himself before falling asleep.

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"Took forever, but we finally had time to get here." Eddie huffed as he stood in front of the supermarket you worked at, "Now to take back what belongs to me."

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withahappyrefrain · 5 months

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Okay but I’d love to talk mob Peter and model on his yacht where he is supposed to be on vacation but keeps having to do work which leads to his girl getting bored/ finding ways to get him to focus on her and like at this point peter is no longer nervous and bad at dating he’s pissed and someone’s getting fcuked on a deck

YES also this got away from me whoops

When Peter said he would be on vacation, it really means he would be working only fifty percent of the time.

It's better than the whole time. And it certainly wouldn't be difficult to lure him away with a skimpy bikini, with promises of hot tubs and cocktails.

At least, so one thought.

The skimpy bikinis were becoming more beneficial for even tanning rather than seducing Peter.

Apparently vacation time is the best time for everything at work to go to shit.

It makes sense that Peter is the go to person. He's in charge, which means they want his approval before making a decision.

But why did it have to take thirty to forty five minutes for a damn decision to be approved?

It doesn't help that they were having such a lovely time out on the deck before his phone rang, his mouth exploring yours, hands about to discover that there was nothing underneath that cute little sundress you had on.

It has been twenty minutes past too long since he answered the phone.

Which left you no choice but to take matters into your own hands.

You flipped over onto your stomach, the action causing the hem of your dress to rise past your thighs.

Peter saw, given by the way he raised an eyebrow. For a moment, his eyes were fixated on you, on your body. But then someone calls his name over the phone, and he's back to talking to Felicia.

That just won't do.

So you prop yourself up on your knees and elbows, arching your back enough for the hem of your dress to slide closer to your waist, giving Peter a generous glimpse of your ass, revealing the surprise you had planned for him.

When you looked back, his eyes, now dark, were fixated on you. His free hand was running along his beard, up and down his freckled neck, a nervous habit he displayed ever since your first date. Long fingers danced along the silver chain you loved to pull on.

He holds his hand up, fingers spread as he mouths "five minutes" to you.

But that seems like an eternity.

You truly didn't mean to moan so loudly when your fingers found your clit. They weren't as thick or calloused as Peter's, but feeling something after going untouched this whole morning felt incredible.

It's so good that you don't hear Peter abruptly and gruffly hanging up. You don't hear him unzip his pants or reach for the bottle of lube.

When you do feel, is his cock slamming into you, a hand grabbing both of yours and holding them by your wrists.

"You little slut, just couldn't fucking wait," He hisses, slamming into you, ignoring your cries of pleasure.

"N-No. Needed it s'bad," you whine, unashamed.

His cock makes you feel so full, makes your toes curl, makes you unable to focus on anything other than how fucking good he makes you feel.

"Yeah, I can tell. Showing off your cunt to me and everyone else who's sailing by," He grunts, his tough facade almost faltering when your walls squeeze his cock so well.

"T-took s'long. Couldn't help it." It's really a miracle you're able to speak somewhat coherently, considering the way Peter's rutting into you, his fingers drawing circles on your aching clit.

"Oh? Now it's my fault you just couldn't wait five minutes?" His fingers are moving with precision, "Let's see if I can beat my personal record of making this cunt come over my cock.'

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specialagentlokitty · 1 year

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Derek Hale x reader - won’t scare me

Could you please do ““Show me.” “Show you what?” “The real you.”” With Derek Hale🥺 - Anon 💜

You missed Derek, you hadn’t seen him for a while and with all the weird things happening around the town you were getting worried about him.

You tried calling a few times but he wouldn’t pick up, and you did try texting him but he left you on read, it was the only thing you had to let you know that he was okay.

Sitting on your sofa, you said as you rested your head on Peters lap, looking up at him as he placed his hand on your forehead.

“Does he want to break up…?” You asked softly.

“Absolutely not, that’s the last thing he wants. He’s just got a lot going on right now.” Peter said.

He didn’t look away from the TV and you frowned a little, turning your head to watch it as well.

You sighed, picking your phone up from the floor as you checked it before letting it fall back to the floor again.

“Is he seeing someone else?” You asked.

“Far from it.”

You thought for a moment, he was definitely hiding something from you, you knew that.

Peter flicked his eyes to you, sighing a little.

“There’s more to Derek than you think (Y/N), that’s all I’m saying.”

You nodded your head.

Maybe that was true, but how could you find out when he wasn’t talking to you?

You spent the rest of the day thinking about it, and finally you figured out what you had to do.

You couldn’t get Derek to talk to you or meet up so you decided to go to the loft, you had waited long enough and you didn’t want to wait any longer.

You made your way to the loft and saw that the door was already open, and you were cautious as you approached it and stood in the doorway.

You looked around before slowly taking a step in, followed by another one until you were stood in the middle of the loft looking around.

“Derek…?” You called softly.

You heard a mumbled, and someone shuffled from around a corner, and Derek came stumbling out, covered in blood and cuts.

“Derek!”

You rushed over to him and caught him just before he fell to the ground.

With his weight, you dropped with him, falling to your knees as you moved him so he was on his back, head resting on your legs as you looked at all his injuries.

“It’s okay I.. I’m going to call an ambulance..”

You tried to find your phone but you couldn’t, and you realised your left it in your car around the corner and cursed yourself.

You looked at Derek frantically and he looked up at you, raising a hand, he brushed it against the skin of your cheek.

“You shouldn’t be here…” he whispered.

“I wanted to talk…”

He smiled a little and sat up with a pained groan, despite your telling him to lay back down or asking where his phone was so you could call for help.

He sat on the couch and took his shirt off, using it to wipe some of the blood away from the slowly healing wounds and you walked over.

“They.. they’re not bleeding?”

“I know, it’s going to be fine but you should go.” He sighed.

You shook your head, and walked over, but Derek quickly stood up pointing to the door.

“Get out!” He yelled.

His voice shook the building and you stumbled back a little in pure shock.

“Derek I…”

You looked away and nodded your head slowly, backing away towards the entrance to the loft without looking at him and you turned around to leave.

You hesitated at the doorway.

“I hope you’ll be okay…”

With that, you left and you didn’t text him or call him after that.

Derek felt bad and for days it was eating away at him, but he had to keep you safe, and right now you being safe was staying away from him while his uncle watched over you.

He knew Peter was with you everyday.

You were sitting in your kitchen, eating some ice cream while Peter waved a spoon about the air.

“Honestly just go speak to him, stop stuffing your face with ice cream.”

Taking another spoonful, you pointed your spoon at him.

“You’re eating it too jackass.”

Peter grinned innocently and took a spoonful before shrugging and eating it.

“I just like eating your food, saves me money on getting any.”

“I’ll start charging you.”

“You wouldn’t.” He countered.

You smiled a little before going back to eating the ice cream.

Peter watched you for a moment before he carried on as well, only to stop when he heard someone approaching your door.

He waited for the knock before getting up.

“Ask to see the real him.” Was all he said before leaving.

You frowned a little and looked in the doorway to the kitchen confused.

You were expecting to see Peter coming back, but instead you found his nephew standing in your door ward instead, looking anywhere but you.

Scowling, you turned back to your tub of ice cream and angrily took another mouthful.

“Can we talk?” Derek asked quietly.

You shrugged and he walked over, sitting in front of you.

You glanced at him quickly before you turned away.

“You seem to be doing well…” you mumbled out.

“Still achy, but I had to talk to you. (Y/N) I’m so sorry for shouting at you, for telling you to get out.”

You didn’t say anything and he sighed softly, pulling the ice cream away from you making you frown even more as you looked up at you.

Setting the spoon down on the table, you kept in mind what Peter had told you.

“I just… I thought I was protecting you. But I realise in trying to protect you I hurt you, and that is the last thing I ever wanted to do. I never want to hurt you (Y/N).”

You nodded your head and he held out his hand.

You couldn’t help it, you reached out and placed your hand in his, letting him cover it with his other hand and stand up, walking over he held your hand against his chest.

“You mean so much to me, and I don’t want to loose you okay? I can’t loose you.”

“Then why have you been avoiding me? What’s going on Derek?”

He shook his head.

“I can’t tell you, I’m sorry.”

Standing up, you stood just inches away from him.

“I want you to do something for me.” You spoke quietly.

Derek nodded his head and you took a deep breath. You had no clue what Peter meant by this, but you were hoping it would give you some answers.

“Show me.”

Derek frowned a little as he looked at you confused.

“Show you what?” He asked.

You smiled a little.

“The real you.”

Derek instantly cursed Peter in his head and swore he was going to get back at his uncle.

He looked at you, and as he gazed into your eyes he realised he had no choice. He couldn’t keep putting this off any longer.

He let you go and took a step away, turning his back to you.

Derek stood like that for a minute before he turned around, showing you his face.

Sharp teeth, crinkled forehead, eyes as blue as the sky shining brightly.

You looked at him up and down, picking up on a few more things. Pointed ears, sharp claws.

Derek away from you, and you took a few steps closer making him snap his eyes back to you.

Once you were in front of him, you raised your hands and gently touched his face, running the tips of your fingers over his skin.

He leant into your touch, closing his eyes.

“This is what you’ve been hiding?” You asked softly.

He nodded.

“Why…?”

“Because I didn’t want to scare you away…”

You laughed a little.

“Derek I’ve loved you since we were kids. I always have. Nothing could scare me away, especially if your uncle can’t.”

Derek chuckled a little and you watched as everything about him returned to normal, and he pulled you in for a hug holding you tightly.

He wasn’t ever going to let you go, and he was never going to let anyone come anywhere near you

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arlana-likes-to-write · 8 months

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Eyes Closed by Ed Sheeran

Summary: Maria wasn't sure what to expect when she turned after being gone for 5 years. But she wasn't ready to learn that her wife is gone and her daughter is now 10 years old. But life goes on.

Warning: death of a major character (it's Natasha), grief, angst with a happy ending, Maria needs a hug, drinking, guilt, fluff

Word count: 4.0k

“Maria!” She heard her name called out and her body was moving before she realized what was happening. She was standing on the sidewalk, chest heaving and the sound of horns blaring.

“What the hell happened?” She asked Fury. There was a crowd forming around them. She hated the amount of eyes on her and the whispers. There were so many whispers.

‘Oh my god!’ ‘Are they back?’ ‘Can I borrow someone’s phone?’ ‘I can’t believe it!’ Before she could run up to a random citizen and demand what they were talking about, a portal opened and she shielded her eyes from the light.

“Maria Hill,” she didn’t know the man in front of her. “We need your help. The fat of the world depends on it.” Maria was not one to hesitate when the answer was to follow him, she never disobeyed a direct order. But she hesitated to join him. She needed to find her family.

“Hill,” she looked at Fury. “Go. I’ll find them.” Maria trusted that he would, she stood by his side enough times to believe him. With a nod, she stepped through the portal.

More portals opened around her as the rest of the Avengers appeared around her. She stood where the compound once stood facing an army. She took her gun from her belt. There were so many questions that raced through Maria’s head but two rang louder than the others - where was Natasha? Where were you?

Every time you tried to step forward your feet remained as if you were glued to the spot. It was over. You won. But at what cost? You stared at the scene in front of you as the ashes of the compound settled. Pepper knelt in front of Tony with Peter and Rhodey around her. You wanted to grab him by his chest, shake him, and scream, ‘Get up! Get up! I can’t lose you.’ But you remained standing where you stood until you heard someone call out your mama’s name. “Natasha! Natasha!” You spun around to see who was calling out of her. Of course, those who were blipped away wouldn’t know. Natasha was gone, sacrificed herself for a stupid orange rock to bring everyone back. To bring the woman who was standing in front of you back. You heard stories about her, scrolled through pictures on Natasha’s phone, and fought tooth and nail to preserve every memory you had of her. It was hard. She said your name so softly but it felt so loud to you.

“Mom,” you whispered back.

Everyone was surprised when they found out Natasha and Maria were looking to expand their family and adopt. It wasn’t that they thought they’d be bad parents but one was an active Avenger and the other was the Deputy Director. It was dangerous and hard to start a family in their line of work but that didn’t deter them. However, adoptive agencies were a little reluctant to accept them. After months and months of declined applications, they were starting to lose hope. Until they found you.

In true Avengers-style, the couple found you while on a mission to raid a HYDRA base. It was an easy mission as those that were guarding the base didn’t put up much of a fight. They were clearing out the building when one of the agents called over the coms for assistance from any available female. Natasha and Maria were the closest. When they arrived, the male agent was standing guard by the door. Natasha entered the room while Maria was debriefed. The room was set up as a bedroom and the Black Widow was a little confused about what was wrong until she heard a sound, metal against metal. The sound came from underneath the bed. Natasha hesitated to pull her gun when she saw you, a child no more than 4. “Hi sweetheart,” Natasha smiled and knelt. She heard Maria walk behind her but she kept her eyes on you. Her hands were up to show you she had no weapons. “You're safe,” Natasha whispered. “We won’t hurt you.” You hugged your knees closer to your chest.

“We can take that off of you,” Maria said, pointing to the metal chain around your ankle. Your eyes were wide and scared as they flickered from Maria and Natasha. Soon you crawled out from underneath the bed. The dress you wore came to your knees and it was caked in dirt. Carefully, Natasha moved closer to you and used a bobby pin to undo the metal chain. Once it was off, your legs couldn’t hold up your weight anymore and you fell into the Black Widow’s arms. She lifted you with ease, not liking how light you felt in your arms.

“You're safe,” Natasha whispered, looking at Maria who moved to stand next to her. The agent ran her hand over your hair and down your back. “You're safe.”

Maria held open the front door of the apartment you used to call home. It hadn’t been touched since Natasha brought you here before turning to the Avengers’ compound. There was a vague memory of the Black Widow resting you on the counter as she ran around the apartment to pack a bag. The pictures you drew were still on the fridge. Maria gently closed the door behind her. “We’ll have to go shopping for a new bed and clothes for you,” Maria said. “But we can do that tomorrow.” You nodded, picking up a framed photo that was left on the counter. It was of you, Maria, and Natasha when you were younger. The three of you were eating ice cream, with big smiles, and ice cream all over your face. Life seemed so simple back then. “Tonight you can sleep in our,” you looked at her. “My bed,” she corrected herself. “You can sleep in my bed and I’ll take the couch.”

“No,” you said, placing the photo face down on the counter. “I mean I can take the couch. I don’t mind.” Maria shook her head, walking over to you.

“It’s okay,” she forced a smile. “It’s only for one night.” She placed a hand on your shoulder and then on your cheek. Her touch felt foreign. “I can’t believe how big you’ve gotten.”

“5 years,” you whispered. “It’s been a while.” Maria nodded. You didn’t miss the way her eyes turned glossy with tears but quickly went away.

“Yeah it has but we’ll be okay,” you weren’t sure if you were okay. There was an ache growing in your chest. Each time you took a breath in it hurt. You wanted your mama back. “Why don’t you go get changed into something more comfortable and I’ll figure out dinner?” You nodded. “You still like cheese pizza.” A smile crept to your face.

“Yeah, I love it.” Natasha was surprised by how much pizza you could keep down. You turned around to walk toward the direction of your room but you stopped. Maria had a point all the clothes in there you outgrew and the clothes you had were destroyed when Thanos attacked the compound. You sighed and opened the door to Maria’s room.

The room, like the rest of the apartment, lay untouched for the past 5 years. You ran your hand over the made bed as you walked to the closet. It was like you were standing in a time capsule. In the closet, you picked out a shirt and a pair of sorts that you had to roll up to fit you. Instead of returning to the kitchen, you sat on the ground, back against the bed. With your knees bent, you rested your arms on them. You tried to keep the memory of her arms around you before she stepped onto the platform, or the last time she kissed your forehead, or the last time she told you she loved you.

“Why did you do it?” You asked about the empty room. “Why did you have to leave me?”

Maria grabbed a beer from the fridge, ignoring the artwork that decorated it. She ignored the photo you flipped over and every other photo that decorated the space as she sat on the couch. 5 years. She and so many others were gone for 5 years. The last time she saw you you were 5. You were 5 and Maria left you with her mother to go help Fury when Thanos snapped his fingers and half of Earth’s population was Blipped away. Maria leaned back on the couch and stared up at the ceiling.

After Tony’s funeral, Maria found Clint at the property’s edge and made him tell her everything that she missed. His entire family got taken and he became the Ronin to deal with the loss. Then the time heist and the sacrifice needed for the stone. For 5 years, Natasha led the remaining Avengers to keep the world in order and raised you. When the time came, Natasha gave her life for her family to come back.

Maria should have been there to fight in Wakanda, to help raise you, and to remind Natasha every day that she loved her. Taking a sip of the beer, she looked around the apartment. It was her idea to get a place away from the Avengers so they could be a family and give you a normal childhood. Natasha fell in love with the place because of the open floor plan and the balcony that overlooked the city. The way her face lit up when Maria handed her the keys will live on in her memory forever. They danced in the kitchen with no music just the two of them. Maria closed her eyes, draping her arm over her face. Everywhere she looked she saw her. Her best friend. Her lover. Her wife. Natasha was gone. Life was so unfair but it must go on.

They said time would heal all wounds. That even the deepest feelings of sadness, disappointment, and anger would gradually go away as time passed. But you believed they couldn’t be more wrong. With each passing day, the ache grew and grew. All you wanted was to be wrapped in your mama’s arms to be safe and happy. If only you could press rewind and stop her from going with the others.

You knew that meant Maria and everyone else wouldn’t be back or worse Uncle Clint wouldn’t be with his family. That made you feel guilty. It wasn’t like you weren’t happy that Maria was back. You were but you wanted to keep her at arm's length away. Your heart couldn’t handle more loss. There were times Maria wasn’t sure how to act around you. She would forget that you weren’t 5 years old but you were a preteen that could do things for yourself. It was a delicate dance you were performing and you were just so tired.

“She hates me, Clint,” Maria said, glancing in the direction of your room. You went to bed early, claiming you weren’t hungry. So Maria made a plate for you and put it in the fridge if you changed your mind. The archer chuckled. “I’m being serious. It’s like we are walking on eggshells around each other.” She took a bite of her dinner but it tasted bitter in her mouth. She forced herself to shallow and through the rest of the food away. She poured herself a shot instead. Clint sighed.

“She doesn’t hate you,” he said. “It’s gonna take time for you both to find a routine.” Maria sat down on the bar stool taking another shot. It was probably a bad idea but a few shots might help ease this pain. It had been 4 months since she turned and in those 4 months, the pain never got easier. “You have to remember that Nat was all she had for 5 years.”

“Yeah,” Maria took another shot. “I missed 5 years.”

“You're a good mom, Hill,” Clint said. “Nat wouldn’t shut up about it.” She could hear the smirk in his voice and it made her laugh. When was the last time she laughed? “I’m so sorry, Maria. If I stopped her or convinced her, your family would be whole.” She closed her eyes, feeling her throat burn as she tried to keep her tears away. One managed to escape and she allowed it to all down her cheek.

“Then your family would have a hole too,” it was almost comically at the situation she found herself in. The Bartons were her family. Laura and Clint saved her life countless times while on missions for SHIELD. “You know how stubborn Natasha...,” she paused. “Was.” She heard the hitch in Clint’s breathing. “She had a reason for everything.”

“That she did,” he sighed. “If you need anything you call me, okay? Day or night. You aren’t alone.”

“Same to you,” Another short was poured. “Give my love to Laura and the kids. We’ll come out to visit soon.” They said their goodbyes and hung up. The apartment was once again quiet as she downed the shot and walked over to her bedroom. Flickering on the light, the bed lay untouched. She couldn’t bring herself to sleep in it. There were too many memories locked away in these walls. She would come in here, change quickly, and leave just as fast. Tonight would be no different. She changed into one of Natasha’s sleeping shirts and a pair of shorts. Instead of leaving, her eyes glanced at a photo on her nightstand. It was of her and Natasha at one of Tony’s parties, the lights from the fireworks glowing on their face. She was pretty sure Pepper took the photo. “It’s been a while, my dear,” Maria whispered, tracing Natasha’s face with her fingers. “I’m still holding back these tears dealing with the cards life dealt,” she looked away from the picture and towards the bedroom door. “Delusion is here again and I think you’ll come home soon. I can’t help but miss you.” She placed the photo back in its spot and walked back into the living room.

She grabbed the bottle of vodka and sat back on the couch, taking a sip instead of pouring a shot. She felt so alone even though Clint said she wasn’t. She didn’t know how to be a mother to you or live her life without the woman she loved by her side. Finally, the dam broke and Maria allowed herself to cry.

You woke up, gasping for air. The blanket you used was drenched with sweat. It was the same nightmare that plagued your mind for months - Clint returned without Natasha, the compound exploded, and Thanos killed Tony, Maria, and everyone that you loved. It was torture. After a few deep breaths, your heart calmed down. You expected to be welcomed by the quiet apartment but you heard crying. On quiet feet, you slipped out of bed, out of your room, and passed the open door of Maria’s room. That was another surprise. For the past 4 months, the door was closed. In the living room, you saw Maria on the couch. Her hand over her mouth to muffle the sound of her tears. But you saw how much her body was shaking as each heart-wrenching sob tore through her. You’ve never seen her cry, not at the funeral or on nights when you got up to use the bathroom and she was still awake. Was she holding it in for your sake?

The floor creaked underneath you and Maria spun around to face you. She seemed startled by your sudden appearance. “Hi,” her voice shook as she forced a smile. “I’m sorry if I woke you.” She whipped away her tears. “Are you okay? Do you need something?” Wordlessly, you walked over to her and without hesitation, you hugged her. You felt her tense up but soon she wrapped her arms tightly around you.

“I miss her so much,” you cried against her, letting your tears fall. Almost every night you cried and muffled the sound with your pillow.

“So do I, sweet girl,” Maria whispered. She shifted you so you were sitting down next to her but her arms never left you. You felt her tears as she burrowed her face in your hair. You just didn’t lose your mom. Maria lost her best friend, her life partner. You were so selfish, lost in your pain and grief you never bothered to reach out to her.

“I’m sorry,” you said. “I’m - I’m so -so sorry,” Maria forced you to look at her but kept you within arms reach. “I’ve been a horrible daughter to you. I wasn’t the only one to lose her and you kept trying to connect with me and I kept pushing you away. I’m so sorry mom,” You fell into her arms again, and each sob you let out shook your body.

“Sweetheart,” Maria whispered, cradling your head and gently rocking you from side to side. “It’s okay. It’s okay. We’re okay, I promise.” She whispered gentle reassuring into your ear until your violent sobs turned into quiet hiccups but you refused to let go of her. Maria sensed your hesitation to let her go so she lifted you with ease and carried you to her room. She gently sat you on the bed. You let go of her. “I’ll be right back,” she said.

“Promise?” You questioned. She smiled and this time it wasn’t forced.

“I promise, carina (sweetheart), she kissed the top of your head and you watched her leave the room. For the past 4 months, you wanted to be alone. You pushed and pushed Maria away and enjoyed the silence of your room. Now you hated being alone. You picked at the skin around your thumb as you waited and only stopped when she returned, holding two water bottles and a cloth. She placed the water on the nightstand and sat in front of you. You crossed your legs to give her more space. With gentle hands, she used the cloth to wipe the tears off your face. The silence was comfortable unlike before when it was tense and awkward. Once she was done, she handed you the water. “You have nothing to apologize for, mjia,” she said when you were done drinking. “I get it. For 5 years, Natasha was,” You cringed at the past tense usage for your mama. “All you had. She was the one there.” You heard the guilt that laced each one of her words. It wasn’t her fault. It was Thanos. You took your hand in hers. “The last time I saw you you were a spunky pain in my ass 5 year old,” you giggled. “I’m surprised you remembered me.”

“Of course I remember you,” you said. “Mama would tell me stories about you and her during your SHIELD days. But I started to remember the moments that we shared. We colored and watched Scooby-Doo and ate cheese pizza until I got sick.” Maria laughed, whipping away a tear that fell. “I was just scared.” You admitted.

“Why?” You sighed, looking at things around the room. You looked at everything except the woman in front of you.

“I don’t want to lose you too,” you said. “I watched Uncle Clint return without Mama, Uncle Tony died from his injuries, and Uncle Steve went back in time to be with Peggy. Everything is changing, nothing is the same except the truth is everyone is gone.”

“And life goes on.” Finally, you looked at her. She was staring at your connected hands.

“Yeah, life goes on.” You whispered. “But you are here and I’m here, right? And you won’t leave.” It was an impossible request as you knew she was still an active agent and Avenger.

“I will always come back home to you,” she compromised. You nodded, rubbing your eyes with your free hand. Maria smiled. “Come on let’s get some sleep.” Without thinking, you pulled back the covers and got comfortable. You didn’t miss the way Maria rolled her eyes. When she turned off the overhead light, you turned on the night light. “Move over,” she said. “I forgot how much of a bed hog you are.” You laughed, moving over to make space, and turned off the light. For the first time in a long time, the darkness didn’t scare you.

“Goodnight Mom,” you said. “I love you.”

“I love you too sweetheart,” you smiled, turned your back to Maria, and closed your eyes. But you waited to fall asleep. Maria tossed and turned, sighing a few times soon she fell asleep. She had to be exhausted. Quietly, you sat up and stared at her. It took a moment for your eyes to adjust to the low light but you looked at your mom’s features. It was the most peaceful you’ve seen her. With a sigh, you fished a picture out of your pant pocket. The picture went everywhere with you, even in the dark you knew every detail of it. One night at the compound, you found a Polaroid camera and you figured it was Wanda’s. As Natasha was making dinner, you ran over to her and threw your arm over her shoulders to take the picture. It was blurry, and a little out of focus, and your mama had flour all over her from making pizza but it was perfect.

“Watch over us, okay?” You whispered to the picture. “And keep mom safe. Please. I love and miss you, Mama.” You kissed the photo and slipped it back into your pocket. You stayed awake, hands behind your head, and stared up at the dark ceiling. Everything reminded you of her and you felt a lump form in your throat. Over the past 5 years, the best memories you had with Natasha were late-night talks on the roof. She told you stories of the stars, about her past, and her hope for the future.

‘I think I want to move out of New York,’ she said one night. She was staring up at the stars like always while you sipped on hot chocolate.

‘Really?’ You questioned, setting the mug down and wrapping the blanket tighter around you. ‘And go where?’

‘Anywhere,’ she whispered. ‘When your mom and your aunt come back. I’m going to take all of us away from this. I’m done,’ she leaned back on her hands. ‘A nice house with a lot of land so we could get a dog or a cat.’ You always wanted a dog. ‘Kind of like what Clint did with his family. So we can be together, safe, and happy.’

‘Promise?’ You found yourself asking. Finally, she looked at you. Green eyes locked onto yours.

‘Yeah,’ she smiled. ‘I promise.’

You turned back on your side, tears running down your cheek. “Why did you break your promise?” You whispered, closing your eyes. You squeezed them so tight color danced behind your eyelids. Every tear you shed you tried to keep it down, not wanting to wake your mom. But you heard her shift in her sleep and pull you into her arms. Now your head rested on her chest while her hand drew circles on your back.

“I got you,” she mumbled, voice laced with sleep. “I promise. I got you.” Promise. A promise was a declaration or assurance that one would do a particular act or that a particular thing would happen. But what was a promise if you feared it would be broken?

Part 2 (coming soon)

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A Million Reasons - Three

Pairing: College!Bucky x Reader

Summary: Bucky Barnes, with all his trust fund money and family connections, gets assigned community service. You, as someone that’s technically part of the community, now have to put up with him. Every day. And he won’t stop killing your plants.

Warnings: Awful men, discussion of family issues, tensionnnn

Word Count: 4.6k

a/n: Thank you for sticking around and waiting for this one :) I hope you enjoy!!

Series Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Your choked words echoed into the phone receiver, making you cringe as you thought about poor Peter on the other end of the call. You knocked your head back against the headrest of your car seat, bringing your sleeve up to your dampened cheeks.

“I’m not even that upset, I don’t know why I’m crying.”

“Hey, you can cry if you want,” Peter comforted. Sounds popped through your speaker as he moved around. “Tell me what happened?”

You sniffed, adjusting the temperature dial to blast more heat through your car. “Wanda had Natasha set me up on a date.”

“Okay… Why?”

“I don’t know! I never know what’s going on in her head,” you lied, unwilling to share the real motive behind Wanda’s antics. “But it doesn’t really matter because the date was terrible and I never want to date anyone ever again.”

“Oh, c’mon! Don’t say that. Wait, give me a sec—” you heard him call out to someone, rustling papers and loud footsteps filling your ears until, “I’m so sorry, y/n, but I’m next up for Stark’s office hours and if I don’t go in he's gonna kill me.”

You breathed out a rough sigh. “That’s okay. Go ahead, Pete, I’ll be fine.”

“You want me to meet you after? I can be quick.”

“No… No, I have to stay in the greenhouse with Barnes. I’ll be okay in a few minutes, promise.”

“You sure?”

Your mouth twisted into a frown, frustration and embarrassment still gnawing at your stomach as time ticked by. You were almost ten minutes late for Bucky’s start time and you had a mountain of work to do; you’d have to suck it up for now and stop reliving the awful coffee date Wanda had insisted on.

Because she had insisted. Relentlessly.

She had gone on and on about this being good for you, giving you an in-depth speech about distractions and rebounds as if you hadn’t been single for the past however many months. All it took was one fleeting comment about your weird feelings for Bucky, and she was on a rampage, landing you in some cafe with a man from Natasha’s jiu jitsu class.

And what an awful man he was, all of his cruel words and uncomfortable touches still making your skin crawl. But you could almost catch Bucky’s figure lingering in front of the greenhouse, right on time as he had been for the last couple of weeks, and you felt bad for wasting his punctuality.

It wasn’t as if he was ever doing anything after he arrived—other than texting and playing mobile games and poking mercilessly at your plants—but at least he was never late. That was more than you could say for yourself right now.

“Yeah, I’ll be okay,” you assured Peter, taking a steadying breath and straightening out your hair. “You go meet with Stark, I’ll call you later.”

The line went dead after a few more parting words and you struggled with the mirror in your sun visor as you attempted to fix the puffiness in your face. Your eyes were still red and dimmed with tears and anyone looking at you for longer than twenty seconds would definitely be able to tell you had been crying. You sighed, gave up on your appearance, and silently prayed that Bucky would have some pressing matters on his phone this evening.

The outside air felt nice, at least—a tiny reprieve from the awful day you’d had. It was tinged in a floral scent from the surrounding garden and made sweeter by the setting sun; cool against your tear-stained face and light as it whispered reassurances in your ear.

And then you saw Bucky leaning against the greenhouse and all that comfort turned to lead in your stomach.

He glanced up from his phone, frustration furrowing his brow, and called out, “About damn time! I get that you’re running this show, but some people have places to be. And I have hours to fill.”

You chewed the inside of your lip at his tone. Normally, you didn’t let the slight condescending lithe bother you, but today it was pulling at a weak thread. You’d already been berated during your date; you weren’t sure if you could hold up against Bucky’s light taunting.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, keeping your eyes glued to your keys as you brushed past him. “I’ll sign off on the full day.”

He didn’t respond to that, the slight shift in his stance marked only by the soft sounds of his jacket. His phone locked and he shoved it in his pocket as you tugged at the door, but he didn’t say anything else. You were grateful for the small silence.

You deposited your bag on the floor by your desk and shrugged off your jacket, already over the evening. The air in the greenhouse was especially stagnant today, and there was a pipe that kept creaking although you couldn’t figure out which one. A few of your books tumbled out of your backpack when you dropped it to the ground, effectively breaking your spirit just a little bit more.

And then there was the headache you were sporting, a mixture of crying and cruel words replaying in your mind being the root cause.

A girl that looks like you must put out, huh?

God, do you ever stop talking about that project?

Like hell I’m paying for this. Want a tip? Try smiling more.

“Your books are gonna get all soggy if you leave them there.”

It was easy to forget Bucky was here when you were on the verge of spiraling.

You let out a long breath through your nose, bending at the knees to pick up your things and set them away from the water damage. You readied yourself at your table, but Bucky simply continued.

“I could just buy you new books if you needed. Or I could ask one of the professors to just give me some.”

He was usually less blunt than that.

You ground your teeth together. He sat on the stool in the corner of the room, making it groan and slide into the wall. His heel clicked against the ground as he crossed his leg over his knee—a haughty posture that you could just sense from your peripheral.

But it didn’t grate at your nerves as it usually did. Today, you were just trying your best not to show how emotionally exhausted you were.

“No thanks,” you replied, voice small.

The notebook in front of you was blurring and you were beyond frustrated with yourself. With your back turned to him, Bucky wouldn’t be able to see if you started crying, but you could feel his eyes burning on your skin. If you so much as brushed your hand against your cheek, he would see it.

His stool creaked, sliding against the floor as he leaned his forearms on his thighs. “What, no comments today? Nothing about my shoes? Maybe my sweater? I tied it around my shoulders just so I could hear you complain about it.”

Why did his voice sound so gentle? It was making you feel sick. You would’ve preferred his mean tone because at least then you could’ve been angry at something.

The pit in your stomach grew, and you fought against your tears with a grimace. “You look fine.”

Your eyes were starting to get itchy, pleading with you to blink and let the tears free. You dug the eraser of your pencil into the palm of your hand and pushed yourself further into the table, hoping the movement would’ve distracted Bucky from the weird crack in your voice. It didn’t.

“Oh I look fine, huh?” he questioned, a lightness that didn’t match his words. He stood. “Well I think you look terrible, if I’m being honest.”

You knew it was a ploy to rile you up; in your few weeks together, Bucky had never made one comment on your appearance. He always kept his comments to your plants or the silly ringtones on your phone or your department’s low budget. He loved to annoy you, but he never seemed to want to poke fun at you personally.

So you knew he didn’t mean it, but today, after everything, that didn’t matter.

You sniffed, cringing as a tear made its way down your face.

His shoes clicked against the ground again. “Hey, look at me.” You definitely didn’t want to look at him. “C’mon, y/n, turn around for a sec.”

At this point, your charade was up. There were multiple tracks now staining your cheeks, and looking up at the ceiling didn’t seem to be slowing them down. You could try to wipe them away, but he was standing so close again—the scent of him and the warmth at your back making this so much worse.

So you turned, your embarrassment now your defense. “What, Barnes?” you snapped, crossing your arms over your chest.

He looked startled by your tears in a way that didn’t make much sense to you. His brows came together at a sharp point and his head shook as if to undo something. His lips parted, and he took another step forward.

“Hey, I didn’t mean that, alright? You don’t look—”

You scoffed, but the sound was far from biting. “It’s not about that.”

“Is it about those Marigolds?” he asked, his words fast and his tone unfamiliar. “Because I really didn’t mean to kill ‘em. If it ruined your project you can blame it on me.”

You were surprised he even remembered the name of the plant he prodded to death; the guy in the cafe probably couldn’t even do that, and you were supposed to be on a date with him.

“No, it’s… it’s nothing, okay?” you cemented. “Just leave it, I’ll be fine.”

Bucky didn’t look like he wanted to leave it. Something about you crying was making him very restless, and he didn’t appear to be sitting down anytime soon.

Instead, he pressed, “Does it have something to do with why you were late?”

“Why? Are you going to hold that against me for the rest of the week? Make me sign off on extra hours to make up for it?”

“Y/n,” he stressed. He stepped forward again, leaning his side against your table and getting so close to you that your chest tightened when you looked up at him from your chair. “I’m bein’ serious. What’s up?”

You felt your face crumble, all plans of keeping a strong, annoyed front flying out the broken door. You were supposed to have this conversation with Peter—get all the tears and the mean words out of your system and get on with your day. But Peter was busy, and Bucky was right here with his oddly kind eyes and that stupid sweater tied around his shoulders.

And then his hand came down on your shoulder—wide and comforting and warm—and you were suddenly speaking more than you wanted to.

“It’s dumb,” you began, trying to brush off so many tears. “It’s really dumb, it’s just… I went on this date earlier and the guy was a total jerk. He called me boring and ugly and told me I talked about plants too much. Then he skipped out on the bill and took my coffee with him and I just… I know I’m really focused on school, but I hadn’t been on a date in a while so I just thought—”

“Hey,” Bucky softly called. He crouched down in front of you and you didn’t have the time to be shocked before his hand slid down to rest on your knee. “That’s not dumb. If someone called me boring and ugly and I probably woulda punched them in the face.”

“But if he was telling the truth…”

“He wasn’t.”

You raised your brows, tilting your head to the side and doing your best to look accusing despite your puffy eyes. It almost sounded like he was complimenting you, and that certainly wasn’t the norm in your relationship—whatever that actually was. Prison guard and prisoner? Babysitter and unrelenting toddler?

It didn’t really matter; Bucky swiped his thumb along your knee in a soothing gesture, and your brain felt fuzzy.

“You know I kinda like it when you talk about all these plants in here?” he posed, nodding his head toward the back of the greenhouse. “You get real excited. Makes me laugh.”

“I don’t talk to you about the plants.”

“No… not exactly. I don’t think you do it on purpose. Sometimes you just start mumbling stuff about symbiosis or whatever and then you go off. I’m pretty sure you write it all down after—I just get the sneak preview.”

You felt your face heat, pressing a hand to your forehead in an attempt to quell your embarrassment. “Oh god, I am boring.”

Bucky chuckled, so soft it made you feel warm. “Pretty sure I just said I liked it.”

Your crying had stopped, the need hide away in your sadness shadowed by your need to catch your breath. Bucky eyes hadn’t strayed from your face as he crouched before you, and you hadn’t stopped trying to find an interesting pattern in your jeans—well, a pattern in the material not covered by one of Bucky’s hands, that was.

He squeezed your thigh when you got too lost in your head again, and you glanced up this time. His cobalt eyes blinked back at you. You felt as if you were drowning in something foreign.

“Your pants are going to be covered in dirt,” you informed him, the only thing you could get out when he was barely a foot from your face. “I bet your dry cleaner's going to have a fit.”

“There she is,” he grinned, standing up and dusting his knees off. You hated to admit that your leg felt cold. “Get up, I’m taking you somewhere.”

You sniffed, trying to clear the remaining blurriness from your eyes. “What? No, I have things I have to get done in here.”

“Are your plants gonna be gone in the morning?”

“Well, no. But I have to make sure—”

“Then let me make you feel better. Just for a little, Daisy. C’mon,” he pleaded, knocking his head back in feigned exasperation.

You held your breath at the nickname, the sound of someone remembering something about you making your heart hurt. Someone that definitely didn’t have to be nice to you or spend the last ten minutes trying to get you to stop crying. Your eyes trailed from him to the notebook still flipped open at your desk, and Bucky was quick to speak again.

“It won’t be boring,” he promised.

The sun was setting and you shouldn’t.

“Fine.”

The crickets sounded off from the foliage surrounding the parking lot, the only sound between the two of you as you stood and tried to school your face into a neutral expression. It was proving difficult; Bucky kept glancing over at you in confusion, and each awkward movement of his hands threatened to send you into a laughing fit.

“Are you gonna get in the car, or…”

You bit into your lip, hard, and finally met his eyes. “What is that thing?”

“What’re you talking about? My car?” he asked, offense clear in the shake of his head. “You gotta be kidding me, right?”

You shrugged, offering him your own clueless head shake. He scoffed at you, spinning his car keys on his finger and raising his brows in disbelief. This car certainly didn’t look common, and the fact that he was acting so surprised was making your tears feel like a thing of the past.

“This is a 1950’s Jaguar. Barely driven. Brand new refurbished engine. It’s worth like—” You shot him a look that immediately shut him up. He raised his hands, walking over to the passenger’s side and pulling the door open. “Okay, I’ll keep the price tag under wraps. Just get in, will you?”

“It’s not going to like… explode, right?” you questioned, eyeing the foreign car. “Seems like this thing is more fit for car shows and less fit for, well, driving.”

He rolled his eyes, motioning to the open car door yet again. “Hey, don’t diss my car. And I thought we already established that I won’t let you die.”

“Yeah, on campus maybe.”

“What was that?”

You sent him a smile to cover up your mumbled words, sliding onto the seat. “Nothing!”

“Uh huh,” he jabbed sarcastically, closing the door behind you and jostling the car as he got in.

The interior was stiff and expensive looking, but the lack of a roof made it feel more inviting somehow. You glanced up at the sky and the emerging stars as Bucky started the engine, tucking your hands under your thighs to combat the chilly air. The radio flipped on for a second, static disrupting the night, but Bucky clicked it off, bringing his arm up around the back of your seat and looking over his shoulder.

“Where are we going?”

Bucky threw you a smile, his broad chest on full display as he backed the car out of the parking lot. “Somewhere that’ll make you feel better. It works for me, promise. Do it all the time.”

“It better not be some country club,” you threatened, the teasing words doing little to calm the deep thud in your chest.

His smile morphed into a pointed glare, and he turned back around and started driving.

The car drove nicely, you supposed—not that you had much experience with cars from the 50s. It didn’t go very fast, but there wasn’t exactly a rush when you weren’t even supposed to be out in the first place. It went over potholes smoothly and the brakes didn’t squeak.

But more than the car, you felt the fresh air as Bucky drove through the town—the way it brushed against your skin and felt cool on the tears dried there. It nipped at the edges of your jacket and left you blinking at the force of it. It made you feel calm and lit you up at the same time.

“You too cold?” Bucky called over the engine as he stopped at a light.

“No,” you almost laughed. You weren't sure why you wanted to laugh.

The side of his mouth turned up in response, and you were left wondering if he felt this strange exhilaration as well. You looked away from him to get a view of the street, poking your head around as if you weren’t still by campus and you hadn’t seen this road a thousand times. But it felt different with no windows and low doors; it felt different being in a car with Bucky Barnes.

A honk startled you away from your gaze at a storefront. You whipped your head around to find a green light and Bucky only just taking his foot off the brake, a jesting reprimand on the tip of your tongue.

“You are going to get us killed if you don’t watch the road.”

He tilted his head to the side, the wind whipping through his hair—carefree and featherlight. “Sorry,” he chimed, but he didn’t look sorry in the slightest.

Bucky took you to the coastline and up its many side streets. He stuck his tiny car in between narrow roads and let the sky get its darkest shade with no apologies for the dim streetlights. You were distracted for the longest time by the novelty of the bracing wind and the clear view of the scene; it was charming and enticing and every other word you couldn’t think of as restless seagulls flew up from the road.

But after another circle in a neighborhood he didn’t live in, you were getting suspicious. “We’re not actually going anywhere, are we?”

“I told you we were going somewhere to make you feel better,” he replied, slowing the car to a pace that allowed his words to be heard. “Doesn’t have to be one place.”

You blinked, sliding your palms down your thighs and keeping your gaze on the side of his face. He looked bright, especially with the moon still fresh on the horizon and pale white. He looked happy. Driving did make him feel better, and even though it was in an incredibly expensive car—and even though that sweater was still tied around his shoulders—you felt better here as well.

And you were grateful for Bucky Barnes, you realized; your chest felt light and you were grateful for the man that forced you out of that grim greenhouse and drove you around New Haven, Connecticut as if it were Rome.

Maybe you were more than grateful, because Bucky was consistently making you feel annoyed and angry and short-tempered, but he was also making you feel a myriad of things you had never experienced before.

But also, maybe a label wasn’t necessary—wasn’t feasible.

“Can I ask you something?” Bucky sent you a casual glance as he pulled closer to campus. “Don’t gotta answer, I was just thinking about something.”

“Sure,” you shrugged, holding the seat belt at your neck.

He shifted the car into park, letting the motor run in the now empty parking lot. “Why were you so bothered by that guy? You’re not really the type of girl to humor crap like that. Not like you’re ugly either—that part’s obvious.”

Your lips parted, blinking back at him as he started with a sincere expression. Did he just… compliment you? A full-on compliment? “Uh, I—”

“Not that you were being dramatic or anything, guy sounded like a dick. But c’mon, y/n, you had to know he was lying.”

“Well, I guess I just figured—”

Bucky cut you off again, clicking his seatbelt away and throwing a hand in the air. “Can’t believe he didn’t pay and he took your coffee with him. You shouldn’t waste your tears on assholes like that. I know I’m an asshole, but god, to think you were sad about a guy that—”

“Barnes,” you pressed, catching his rant as he slapped his hand on the bench seat next to yours. “It wasn’t just about… him.”

“What do you mean?”

You sighed, weighing your next words carefully. There was always a chance that spilling the truth to Bucky Barnes in his million dollar car would lead to a lifetime of embarrassment and the memory of his taunting laugh, and after the day you’d had, you were sure it’d make you cry again. You had a hard time believing that he would be able to relate to the real reason you had been so upset earlier; he would probably find it trivial, if anything.

But he had tried so hard to make you stop crying earlier—coaxing the truth from your tear coated lips and driving you around until the wind wiped away the damp evidence. Sure, he had been a jerk to start, but the comments he was making had you questioning if that was all part of his weird plan as well: get you pissed off, and then get you to insult him.

And it had worked, to an extent.

“It was the boring thing. And the plants,” you admitted, avoiding his eyes. “My family never really…cared about the things I was interested in—my dreams, I guess. I grew up the oldest of a lot of siblings and money was always tight. My parents only ever listened to me when I talked about getting a job straight out of high school. Anything else and I was practically talking to a brick wall. “

You bit the inside of your cheek for a long, painful moment, and the continued, “When I got a full ride to Yale they were mad at me. I had long since given up on sharing things with them, but I had to tell them I was moving out. It sounds terrible, but I was excited to be something other than a glorified babysitter for once, you know?”

He didn’t know, obviously, but Bucky still furrowed his brows together and nodded his head when you finally met his gaze. You felt a whisper of his fingers by yours on the seat, so faint you almost missed it, but the fluttering in your chest proved it was real.

“Anyways,” you sighed. “College was different. People—professors really—were actually listening to me for once and it felt nice. They didn’t make me feel like an idiot for talking about something other than a bank job or a receptionist’s salary. I haven’t talked to my parents in a while, so I guess I just wasn’t used to all those… those words.”

A silence fell over the car, blanketing you in insecurity as the seconds ticked by and Bucky still hadn’t said anything. You knew he wouldn’t understand the pressure you were under and the feelings that still lingered from the years of the same treatment. He probably had people begging him to go to college; tutors and nannies and friends that all hung onto his every word.

Embarrassment twisted in your gut. “I told you it was dumb.”

“Hey,” Bucky chastised, his hand jutting out to cover yours now, fully. “It’s not dumb. I just feel like a dumbass for thinking that you cared about superficial stuff like a jerk stealing your coffee.”

“I was also upset about the coffee,” you laughed lightly, losing your breath when his fingers squeezed yours.

“I’ll buy you another one.”

“You can’t just keep offering to buy me things. Doesn’t work on me.”

Bucky shrugged, his smile boyish with wisps of his hair curling around his face. “Worth a shot.” He grew a fraction more serious, rubbing his thumb along the back of your hand. “I meant what I said earlier—about your little symbiosis speeches.”

You clicked your tongue, rolling your eyes as your face heated. “You can stop lying to make me feel better. I’m fine now.”

“Well, that’s great. Wasn’t lying though.”

Something in you squeezed, a pang of an indescribable emotion hitting you in full force. It made it hard to breathe for a moment; Bucky looked windswept and charming as he kept his eyes locked on you, and your blood was thumping under your skin.

You’d felt pieces of this before, but never with such a weight. It was odd and exhilarating at the same time, hopeful and peaceful and neither of those things as well. Because this was Bucky Barnes, and he was holding your hand and looking at you as if you meant… something to him. You weren’t sure what implications that held, but there was a large part of you that simply wanted to bask in that look and pretend it meant nothing other than what you wanted it to.

But you knew you had to look away, because, in the same sense, this was Bucky Barnes. Incredibly rich, possibly engaged Bucky Barnes, and the latter was actually the smallest reason why his gentle gaze couldn’t mean something more.

“Um, I should leave,” you stuttered, pulling your hand away and curling it into a fist. “Thank you—for the drive. I’ll see you later.”

Bucky gaped. “Wait, uh, your bag.”

You followed his finger and snatched up the bag you were definitely about to leave in his car, shouldering the door open and briefly shutting your eyes as you went. It was meant to ground you, but really it just made your heart beat faster. Bucky’s hand was still on the seat when you turned back around.

“Thanks again.”

Bucky sent you an unsure smile. “Text me when you get home?”

You nodded, but you’d forget when you got home. You had to forget, because texting him would’ve been a terrible idea.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fanfic #college!bucky #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes #marvel fanfiction

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itsscromp · 6 months

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peter and miles comforting reader who just lost someone in battle? <3

Peter parker and Miles Morales x Reader

Awwwwwwwwww I love this so much, The fluff man the absolute fluff of this idea. Word count:1.1k

"No, No !!!! Dad !!!!, Dad !!!!" You rushed over to him as you lifted the rubble off of him, Taking off your mask slightly so he could see your face. Tears spilling from your eyes.

"Y/n ??" He weakly said as blood emerged from his mouth.

"I'm right here dad, I'm gonna get you help ok ??" You tearfully said.

Your dad was travelling around Hell's Kitchen when Kraven destroyed the surroundings on his latest hunt for lizard. Your dad got caught in the crossfire as rubble crumbled on top of him, You were swinging for lizard when you saw your dad in the blink of an eye.

"It's gonna be ok..." You said as he gently cupped your cheek.

"My baby... I'm so proud of you..." He was growing weaker.

"No... No Dad please stay with me" You took his hand. "Please... don't go"

"I...Love you... with all my heart... and soul..." He smiled weakly before going limp. He was gone...

You let out the most heartbreaking sob in your life, Miles and MJ witnessed it. They were so shocked and sad. Once they found Conner's they told Peter. But with him in the symbiote suit, he brushed it off as if he was a distraction from the mission. Which at first was a twist of the knife in the gut.

You didn't even have time to grieve after that, You had to still deal with Kraven, Then help Peter get the suit off, and then venom and the rise of his parasites.

After that, you were slumped into a depressive episode, You didn't get out of bed. You didn't eat anything. The only times you ever got out of bed were for the bathroom and water. You were a mess. Peter and Miles continued to call you to check up on you. But to no answer which really worried them both.

So they went to your apartment the next day and knocked on your door.

"y/n ??" Peter called out for you.

"You in there??" Miles called out as well.

But the same as the phone calls, no answer. this really worried them.

"What do we do, I lost the spare key to their apartment" Peter sighed and rubbed his face.

"Hang on man, I got an idea" Miles then pulled out a spider bot from his pocket and then set it up "Help our friend little guy"

The spider bot then entered under the door, before webbing the lock and pulling it to unlock the door for the two. They entered inside to see the place wasn't really as it was, The curtains were closed. The trash can wasn't emptied and the fruit on the bench was now rotten.

They tidied up the place slightly and then saw your closed door, Gently going over to it and opening it. Seeing you lying in bed... watching a video on your phone, of you and your dad.

"Y/n..." Miles was saddened when he saw you in this state. He gently walked over to you and kneeled down to the side of your bed. Gently taking your hand.

"I miss him..." You said so quietly, It was barely a whisper.

"I know man... I know" He gently wiped your tears.

"We're here for you, ok ??" Peter reassured you as he gently massaged your scalp, laying next to you.

Fresh tears began to fall, Peter wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, gently rubbing your back. "It's ok... Let it out" Miles joined in, gently taking your hand and rubbing your knuckles with his thumb.

You continued to cry until you couldn't, gently passing out from exhaustion. You missed your dad deeply. The memory pierced into your mind, He was taken away from you.

You gently woke up, still in Peter's arms. You gently rolled over to face him, He felt sad seeing you lie this. The bags, how red and puffy your eyes were. You were exhausted, Not to mention the symbiote stung you badly.

"Hey... You know that wasn't me when I said that. I wasn't myself, and... I feel bad for what it said to you." Peter felt so guilty.

You didn't say anything to him, But you snuggled up to him closer. You just wanted to be with his company again, feeling his warmth. He wrapped his arms around tighter, pressing a gentle kiss on your head. "You're my best friend you know that ??"

You nodded gently, hiding your face in his chest, sighing gently as he massaged your scalp again.

Miles then came back a bit later as he sat down on the bed, gently rubbing your arm. "Hey, man... I ordered us some pizza... Your favourite." You nodded again.

"Come on... Let's get you to a shower" Peter helped you up as miles then found some clean clothes and a towel, handing it to you.

"Do you need help or will you be ok ??" Peter asked you.

"I'll... I'll be ok..." You then entered the shower, sighing as the warm water rushed through your skin. More tears spilled as you quietly cried to yourself. Soon after, you hopped out of the shower and went back out in your fresh clothes.

"There you are" Peter softly smiled at you and wrapped his arms around you. "You look like someone who needs a hug, but not just any hug. A Peter hug" He chuckled

Your lips twitched into a small smile.

"Is that a smile I see ??" He gently pinched your cheek.

"buzz off" You playfully said to him softly, before gently leaning your head against his shoulder.

"I love you guys..." You said as he patted your back. "We love you too y/n, so very much."

Miles then brought inside the pizza and the aromas hit your senses, causing your stomach to rumble loudly, they could both hear it. "Come on then" Miles smiled as he opened the lid, Gently taking a slice and offering it to you. gently taking it and biting into it, You sighed with content as you then ate your slice.

The two continued to help cheer you up and get you back on your feet, But there was one thing that hadn't been done yet, and the thought of it got you slightly overwhelmed. Visiting his grave...

You were walking alongside the two when you saw his tombstone... A wave of emotions set in you as you saw his name... Miles and Peter gently squeeze your shoulder. You laid your flowers down and gently touched the tombstone.

"Goodbye, dad... I love you so much" You said as tears spilled again.

You missed your dad deeply and every single day. But Peter and Miles were here with you for every step of the way. they know what it's like to lose loved ones. They would help pick you up and dust you off. They would help you get through this.

A/N: I got teary eyed writing this.

Taglist: @callofdudes @fun-k-board

#platonic #reader insert #peter parker x reader #insomniac games #peter parker #insomniac games peter parker #insomniac spider man #spider man 2 ps5 #insomniac games miles morales #miles morales x reader #insomniac miles morales #mile morales

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willowsnook · 6 months

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Something from season 3a teen wolf with Derek please :)))

Derek Hale x reader (comfort)

You paced back in forth in your living room while anxiously checking your phone for an update every 30 seconds. Your brother, Stiles, had texted you an hour ago saying that shit was going down at Derek's loft. You had wanted to come but he insisted you stayed home where it was safe. Even though you were four years older than him, he still insisted on protecting you. Your thoughts were interrupted by your phone ringing and you quickly pulled it to your ear.

"What's happening?" You demanded.

"It's bad, you better get over here," your brother told you. You quickly hung up before grabbing your jacket and heading out the door. The drive to Derek's was quick mostly due to you speeding. You and the Hale brother had a complicated relationship but were close since you were the oldest in the group. He was constantly irritated at you for putting yourself in danger while you were always irritated at him for being so broody.

You flew up the stairs to his loft and froze in the doorway as you took in the scene in front of you. There was water everywhere and you saw Cora leaning over someone sobbing. Stiles ran over to you and you embraced him in a tight hug before pulling back and looking him over for injuries.

"What happened?" You weakly asked and Stiles somberly explained Kali coming, the electricity, and Derek being forced to kill Boyd. Your heart broke at the last part and your eyes shifted over to him. He was sitting in the water covered in blood staring blankly ahead. As the water started to drain you made your way over to him slowly. You knelt down and put your hand on his shoulder causing his head to snap towards yours. You felt water fill your eyes and you saw how broken he was. You stroked his cheek before standing up, holding a hand out to him.

"Come on," you said and he wordlessly took your hand and got up. You led him through the bedroom into the bathroom before turning the shower on. He just stood there staring at you, not saying anything. You knew he was in shock so you grabbed the bottom of his shirt to lift over his head. Next were his pants and you averted your eyes as he stood naked in front of you. Instead of standing in the shower, his back hit the wall and he slid down into a sitting position. You grabbed a bar of soap and started to wash the blood off of him. You could see tears streaming down his face but you didn't say anything and quietly wiped away your own. Once you had the water off, you handed him a towel and went to lay out a pair of sweats. You walked back in the living room to see Scott and Stiles talking quietly by the door. You gave Scott a quick hug, feeling his grief pour out of him.

"Peter took Boyd away," he told you and you nodded.

"Are you staying here?" Your brother asked.

"Yeah, at least for a little while," you said.

"Call us if you need anything," Scott said and you gave him a weak smile. When you returned to the bedroom you found a no longer naked Derek sitting on the bed with his head in his hands. You climbed behind him and started rubbing his back. He turned around and wrapped his arms around you, his head leaning into your chest as he sobbed. You ran your fingers through his hair while he gripped on to your for dear life. After a while it was quiet and he pulled off of you. His red, puffy eyes looked at you.

"Will you stay?" He asked and you nodded. You moved under the covers with him and laid your head on his chest. His right arm moved around you, landing on your back.

"I killed him," he whispered and your heart broke. You rested your chin on him while meeting his eyes.

"Kali killed him, not you," you told him as another tear slid down his cheek. You wiped it away before snuggling back into him. It was going to be a long time before he returned to normal.

#derek hale #derek x reader #teen wolf imagines #teen wolf

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rogertaylorsprettyvoice · 3 months

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(roger taylor x y/n)

No lock in the studio

tw: NSFW and explicit language!

word count: 2,790

tags: fem! reader, big age gap, unprotected sex, sex in the work place, dirty talk, sassy roger, quickie, oral sex (giving), penetrative sex, nipple pay, aftersex care

You're 24, you work as a sound engineer for a famous label but you didn't realise today would be the day you'd be left alone in a studio with Roger Taylor.

Peter. I need to find Peter, you think to yourself. You're frustrated and it shows. I'm not a fricking secretary. You're walking through the hallways of the studio looking for the sign S-16 on the door. It's the best studio in the building, which makes sense because Peter is very respected here. It's also the furthest and the longer you're walking, the more annoyed you are. You're really hoping he's alone in there right now. The whole reason why you're walking in the first place is because he cut his phone line off. He really hates to be disturbed.

After hopping for a good 5 minutes through the endless hallways, you finally find the said S-16 door. If he was recording right now, the big red sign above the door would be on. You still discreetly check though the small round window and only see him sitting on his chair, his back turned to you, so you knock.

"Come on in.

- Peter, I'm sorry to disturb you, but Carl is out there fuming about god knows what and obviously he sends ME because I've got nothing better to do than run around like his secretary."

He looks amused, which is reassuring for Peter, but you quickly understand when you hear someone coughing behind you. This day isn't getting any better. You sigh and turn around only to find a familiar face smoking a cigarette on the couch behind the door. It takes you a minute to realise who's standing up to greet you and you feel embarrassed for showing your bad temper in front of a client, especially this one.

You know you should get used to meeting artists and act professional but you weren't expecting to meet Roger freakin Taylor.

He smiles at you and you proceed to shake hands.

"Y/N, please meet Roger, Roger, this is Y/N, our very promising sound engineer.

- Very promising, you say? Nice to meet you, Roger greets you.

- Well, I wouldn't go that far, but it's a pleasure to meet you Sir, you smile back trying to keep it cool.

- Sir? God, don't ever call me Sir, I'm not that old, am I?"

Roger and Peter laugh while you stare in disbelief. You stutter and try to take it back but they seem to forget about it when Roger sits next to your colleague. It took you only two minutes to embarrass myself and insult the greatest drummer of all times, great.

"Y/N, what does Carl want that is so urgent?

- A client is freaking out up there and he thinks it's your fault, but this is all I could understand before he sent me off to fetch you like his little pet."

Now, Peter looks pissed. He gets up from his seat with little to no conviction and says:

"I think I know what this is about.. Rog, let me go check on him really quickly. I'm sorry but Carl can be a real pain in the ass sometimes and he won't let it go unless I come find him."

Roger nods and looks understanding. Peter proceeds to go out, so you start following him outside, eager to watch him put Carl back in his place, but a voice stops you.

"Y/N, can I ask for your opinion?"

The drummer looks at you from his seat, waiting for an answer, but all you can think about is how Roger Taylor wants your opinion.

"I'm sorry, he adds sarcastically, I should have called you Miss, I knew I was moving too fast."

Your laugh lights up the room and the tension your previously felt vanishes.

"Much better, thank you, Sir."

Gosh, he looks handsome when he smiles. And when he doesn't smile. Or when he laughs. Of course, you know who Roger Taylor is, you've seen him before on pictures and on the telly, but now that you're face to face with him, you only have one word on your mind and it's gorgeous.

He doesn't look like he needs much to look good. He's wearing a plain white shirt and somehow looks like the most beautiful man on earth. Although, you have to admit that the way he's wearing it, rolled up sleeves, not fitted, with a button that shows a little more than it should, is very suggestive.

"I would like you to hear this demo I recorded with Peter. I think it's missing something but I don't know what."

The music resonates in the studio and you carefully listen to the arrangement. It's got a rock vibe, with a bit of grunge. For a full two minutes, you're focused on the song, so much that you forget about Roger's presence. The music stops but you hit play again.

"Listen here. Great beginning. But how about you take out some of the guitar harmonies to have a much clearer sound in the first verse to build it up towards the end."

Roger frowns and nods, he is focused on what you're saying. You go on about rhythms, musicality, what adjustments he should make to your opinion. He looks surprised, like he didn’t expect you to be invested like this. When you're finally finished, he gives you an impressed look.

"Now I get what Peter meant when he said promising."

You're flattered but can’t hide your smile.

"How long have you been a sound engineer?

- Well, I'd say for about two years.

- Two years and you talk just like Peter.

- That's because he's kinda my mentor and he's the reason why I came here.

- Wait, hold on, how old are you?

- I'm 24, you were not expecting him to get personal with you this quickly which makes you smile.

- Shit, I'm way out of your league then."

You both look at each other with a hint of challenge in your eyes.

"And you're like what? 40? you tease him.

- Try 36, he takes out a cigarette and stares at you while he breathes in.

- I don't mind, you say, looking straight in his eyes with a smirk.

- You don't mind?

- I don't mind, no, you say with a softer voice, never breaking the eye contact."

You don't understand how the mood shifted so quickly, but the room is now filled with an invisible tension. His eyes linger on your body and lurk you up and down. You love how he doesn't even try to hide his attraction to you. He fully looks like he could devour you right now.

You stand up from your seat to come closer to him and sit on the corner of the control table. You're only inches away from each other. His leg is slightly touching yours and this simple friction is almost too much to endure.

You're looking at him from above but his stare makes it so hard to maintain. His gaze is burning your skin. He’s sitting down, full of his cocky attitude, looking up with his doe eyes.

"I think that Peter, you pause, might be coming back, you almost whisper.”

He stands up and slowly pulls you closer with every word he says, his eyes locked into yours at all times.

“Yeah, he says, I think he’ll be back soon.

- We shouldn’t stand so close to each other, then.

- No, you’re right, we shouldn’t.”

But he doesn’t move. If anything, the tension makes it hard for you to not get any closer. His face is only a moment away from touching yours. His eyes, his piercing blue eyes, move between the tip of your nose and your eyes because you’re so close that he can’t even see your lips anymore.

A warm feeling arises from your lower back. It’s his hand, placed on your Venus dimples. It tickles you, very slightly, and the feeling grows on your stomach. The warmth climbs to your chest and shrouds your bosom.

Roger’s raspy voice suddenly brings you back from wherever you were mentally. You almost forgot about where you were.

“What should we do? his hand slowly lingers on your body.

- Maybe, lock the door? you ask with a smile.

- Or maybe not, says Roger.”

He loves the surprised look on your face. There’s something in his eyes - he’s provoking you. It’s impossible to look away, you are entirely focused on him and start to feel dizzy from the heat. His hand, previously placed on your lower-back, embraces your hip while finding a way under your tee-shirt. You shiver. His hands feel so cold on your burning skin.

With his other hand, he lifts your chin up then cups your face to get a good look at you. He tucks his fingers between your ear which makes you feel the need to gently rub your cheek against his palm. The scent of his perfume mixed with cigarettes completely takes over your analytical judgement; you give him one last look before you lose yourself and lean in, gently placing your lips on his.

Your hands find a way to bury in his neck while his right palm brings your hips together. The kiss is slow, very slow, so slow but so wet. It didn’t take you long to find the way to his pink muscle and yours are now dancing in each other’s mouth. Fingers buried in your hair, tongue caressing yours, pelvis pressed against his very tight pants; it’s almost too much to bare, you want more. No, you need more, you need him whole.

The kiss escalates quickly, making you whimper at how well he explores your mouth. His hands linger around your body, teasing you by caressing your sensitive breast, although he doesn’t yield to your moaning; he seems to like to torment you by grabbing you everywhere else. The feeling gets too overwhelming. You find your way to his shirt and start unbuttoning it until his chest is bare. You sense him smile against your lips. He must like your initiative.

He pulls you out. You instantly feel the need to reconnect with his lips.

“I want you so bad, doll.

- Do you want my mouth too? you say with your doe eyes.

- It’s already mine.”

The heat in your lower stomach migrates to your inner thighs and you can’t ignore the wetness anymore. Your hands brush his chest until they find a way to unbuckle his belt and open his pants. When you look down, you wonder how his pants did not explode. It’s so big you can’t wait to feel it inside of your drenched walls. But you’ve got something else in mind for him.

You kneel. He stares at you from above which makes him sexier than ever. He grabs your hair into an improvised ponytail. You take his member with your hand, slowly lick every inch of it, bottom to its wet tip, before shoving it in your mouth. Roger groans and lets go of the tension. You start moving a little bit, your hand follows your movement and you let your tongue play with it. It feels so freaking good. How can it feel so good? It’s unreal.

You look up to find him already looking down on you, mouth open, eyebrows frowned, wild blonde hair that he keeps pushing from his face. You want to hear his voice again, so you really shove it, deeper, until you feel it in your throat. The most beautiful sound comes to your ear while you’re trying to stay still. You would be moaning so loudly if he wasn’t in your mouth.

“Love, may I help you with my hand?”

You know exactly what he’s referring to because the grip on your hair gets tighter. You nod obviously, eager to see a glimpse of dom Roger.

You resume your sucking and moaning. You’re so dirty, he says, and with that, he thrusts his hard cock deep into your throat. You’ve never been taken care of like this. He’s intense, but not too quick, enjoying your wet mouth between each thrust. You can’t ignore it anymore; you’re drenched.

He gives it a little more strength before he finally pulls out. You can finally breathe. You hadn’t realised you couldn’t, you were too focused on the way he filled your mouth. You’re both panting - not for the same reason though.

“Come here, Y/N.”

He helps you back up, but doesn’t spare a second to pick you up and place you on the edge of the control table. He undresses your lower body, throwing your underwear in the room, and you lift your shirt to unravel your perfect tits, as he says.

“Roger, please, I need you in me, you whine. - Fuck, Y/N…”

He brings his hard cock towards your entrance and moans at the wetness of it. Slowly, he goes in while leaning in to kiss you, but you can't stop moaning, even against his lips. For a second, he intensifies the kiss and goes as deep as he can inside of you. You grab him by the shoulders, by his neck, ready to exhale due to the pleasure but he surprises you when he starts going faster, deeper, and groans while he fills you in really good. He grabs you by the back of your neck and goes faster. He doesn’t miss one opportunity to make you scream.

He slows down and locks his eyes into yours. His movements are like torture. So slow. The wet sounds fill the air and mix with your heavy breaths. He resumes kissing your lips then slowly goes down your neck. Oh my God, he's so hard. You're so hard, Roger. His lips go down and finally find their way to your breast. He licks your hard nipples and you let out the loudest moan while he's fucking you good. He licks them again and grabs your tits in his hand before whispering in your ear:

“You're such a little cunt…”

You don't think you've ever been this wet at the sound of someone's voice. Roger just knows how to make you horny for him and the thought of being his little cunt makes you so aroused that you forget how to breathe properly. The thrusts fill you again, and again, and again before you eventually feel it coming; your hands grab tightly onto him and you desperately look for his eyes before you manage to say:

“I'm coming, Rog…”

The world stops turning for a second. But he doesn’t stop. He’s harder than ever and your mind is completely empty. Your stomach tightens as well as your inner walls The air has left your lungs and your heart just might come out of your chest.

And then the tension just explodes in a loud moan. He's still going hard, frowning his eyebrows and you suspect he's not too far either. Every movement he gives you is like an electric choc that makes the pleasure last longer. It's like a wave of relief that takes over your whole body. You take his hand and place it on your tit before locking eyes with him.

“Don't stop looking at me, you tell him.”

He doesn't. In fact, he's as deep in your eyes as in your pussy and he feels like he's losing control over his own body. He’s going fucking crazy. Absolutely feral for you. He gives you a few more powerful thrusts before he pulls out and spits his thick semen on your stomach. You hear again his raspy voice groaning and he finally stops moving.

His forehead is pressed against yours and for some reason you both can't stop smiling. He leans in and kisses you, softly this time. His lips are so soft, gosh.

Roger helps you clean up and picks up your clothes on the floor to help you with that too. How was this man a literal beast moments ago and acts like the sweetest man alive?

You're both fully clothed now, cheeks still pink, and he takes it upon himself to make your hair look presentable. Roger grabs you by the hips and pulls you closer to him.

“I wish I had more time to actually taste you. You were so wet for me.”

But you don't have time to answer because you both hear footsteps approaching, and the door opens with Peter. A little bit disappointed, you let go of each other but not without a shy smile.

“Y/N? You're still here? Don't you have work to do?”

You hurry to the door, worried he might notice the state of your hair and make-up.

“I asked her to stay so I wouldn’t get bored.”

You don’t need to see him to picture the smirk on his face. Although, before you go, you look back and catch him already smiling at you.

#smut #70's #70's smut #rogertaylor #roger taylor #bohemian rhapsody #roger taylor imagine #roger taylor smut #roger taylor Y/N

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sockiestupidity · 4 months

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Heyy I heard you needed more fluff so can you maybe write found family with Miguel and the reader calls him dad by accident

Or (because I recently came out as trans)

Can you write the reader coming out as trans to either the teens like gwen miles hobie and Pavitr or the adults like Jess Peter b and Miguel :)

(chose the first bc someone else requested smth similar)

warnings-READER SPEAKS???😨😨😨 MEANIE MIGUEL, THOUGHT THIS WOULD BE FLUFF BUT ACCIDENTALLY MADE IT ANGST BC IM HAVING ✨PARENTAL ISSUES✨ (reader calls miguel dad but in a traumatized way🫰)

pls forgive my extremely bad writing ive been feeling extremely shitty (very bad mood swings and delusions🤘) and ive been rlly busy (school🥰) (also this whole thing is rlly bad)

it had been quite a hectic day for you as a spider-person. you had an exhausting day at school, as most of your classes had scheduled tests for the same day. but the choas didn't stop once you got home, as you had more studying, and on top of that you also had work later

suddenly, miguel texts you on your watch "need you for some missions" the text bluntly states

you sigh, changing into your suit quickly. after changing you open a portal and jump through it, you find this act very nauseating.

you land in hq, taking a moment to stabilize yourself before heading to miguels office (lab?)

you arrive, knocking to let him know of your presence, he turns to face you with a hardened expression, you could tell just by his face that he wasn't too pleased with whatever he called you for.

you look at him and grab your phone, typing something. "what did you need me for miguel? you messaged me just as i was about to get ready for work" the robot voice speaks from your phone.

he looks at you and scoffs "being a spider person is a big responsibility, if you cant handle it, i suggest you quit (yeesh)." you watch as his muscles start to tense, setting you off

you feel yourself starting to tear up, and suddenly speak up "i-i-im sorry dad i-i'll work " your lip trembles and you back away from him fearfully

his demeanor softens as he watches you begin to hyperventilate, he mutters a curse under his breath, not really knowing what to do.

he remembers you briefly mentioning your comfort items to gwen when the two of you were planning a sleepover. he quickly pulls up a portal, transporting him to your room. he grabs your stuffed animal and weighted blanket.

he transports himself back to hq, seeing you still stick in your dazed, panicked state. he drapes the blanket around you, and intructs you to breathe.

he patiently waits for you to come to your senses, once you have done so he looks at you with a soct expression, contrasting his previously hardened gaze, he speaks up "kid i- i didnt mean to yell at you like that. you wanna talk?"

A/N:I didnt finish the rest bc i gave up im srry it took so long pls forgive me😭 its severely unedited but idk i felt bad for like being non-existent lmao

#across the spider verse #atsv #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x gender neutral reader #miguel o'hara fanfiction #platonic!reader #platonic reader #platonic relationships #miguel o'hara x reader

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sutherkins · 11 months

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request / “Soo here's a request for our cutest boy Peter - how about working with Peter as a night agent for years, knowing him better than yourself and being best friends since, together at a mission where reader gets hurt and Peter totally freaking out and panicking leading him to confess his love for reader? Of course it's mutual but neither of them dared to say something until this moment because both thought the other one's not feeling the same way.”

warnings: blood, reader gets shot, bad writing

this kinda sucks, and i apologize for the wait! i wanted it to be longer but i got sick after i started writing it and i literally just finished it today. im also still getting used to writing in general bc i normally dont have any inspo or energy to do it

being part of a top secret organization within the government was certainly not on your list of things you’d wanted to accomplish when you graduated school. having a career at all was something you weren’t sure was in the cards for you, much less being a spy and being on a first name basis with the president. nothing about the job was easy — as you’d expected. living so cut off from the rest of the world was more difficult than you could have imagined.

now, several years later, you realized that the job was much more enjoyable when you had a partner. especially when that partner was peter sutherland. peter was hired about a year after you and assigned as your partner. both of you were still newbies to the other night agents and figuring out how to do the job with someone like him by your side made the loneliness you felt that first year completely vanish. it felt nice to have a best friend throughout all of this. you realized that was the key to this job – besides the training, having someone to lean on was the best way to succeed at being a night agent.

peter was the best partner you could have asked for. he was attentive and always took care of you, even when you didn’t think you needed it. now, you most definitely fucking needed it.

your most recent assignment was challenging to say the least. the both of you were constantly on the move and sleeping in run down motels. and now, much to your displeasure, you just got shot.

laying on the floor next to the bed you shared, blood began to pool around you. you tried to fight your blurred vision and the overwhelming desire to close your eyes but that was a losing battle from the moment the bullet pierced your stomach. you were getting ready to give up — but just then, the door opened and peters voice rang through the air.

“sweetheart?”

you would’ve blushed at the pet name if you weren’t bleeding out on the floor. trying your best to speak, you’re voice hoarse and thick with pain. “peter..”

as soon as he spotted you, peter shouted your name and immediately went into protection mode. rushing to your side and putting pressure on the obvious wound, his other hand cupped your cheek. “jesus christ. sweetheart? can you hear me?”

“yeah, i can hear you. ‘s not as bad as it looks.” even when you were bleeding onto the carpet you still tried to comfort him.

“not that bad?! you got shot in the stomach! if i didn’t come when i did you could’ve bled out on the floor and died!” tears threatened to spill from his eyes.

you whined, the pressure from his hand on your wound producing a stabbing sensation that you’ve never felt from a gunshot before. “please don’t cry, pete. ‘s really not that bad, i promise. just — just call an ambulence, okay?”

pulling his phone from his pocket, your best friend quickly calls for an ambulance and lets your bosses know what happened. his attention is back on you, his hands covered in your blood. “don’t tell me not to cry. you’re my best friend and i love you. honestly, i’m…i’m in love with you, okay? you’re hurt and i love you and when i saw you lying on the ground i thought i lost you forever. i thought i lost you before i even got the chance to tell you how i felt. i can’t lose you.”

a stray tear fell from your eye, your hand reaching up to caress his cheek. “peter sutherland, i love you. i’ve never loved anyone more, to be honest. you’re not gonna lose me, okay? i was serious when i said it’s not as bad as it looks. i’m gonna be fine. ‘sides, once i’m patched up we can spend my newfound vacation time at your cabin.”

peter lets out a small chuckle, grabbing the hand holding his face and kissing your palm. “you got yourself a deal.”

#peter sutherland #peter sutherland x reader #peter sutherland x you #peter sutherland fanfic #peter sutherland fanfiction #the night agent #the night agent fanfic #the night agent fanfiction #gabriel basso

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your-friendly-sociopath · 11 months

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Can you do Alastor who is jealous of his S/O’s has crush on someone else? S/O was dreaming of marrying some another charming guy like Tom Riddle from Harry Potter, and Peter Pan from Once Upon A Time(even it’s not on list but I simp for cute ones can’t help it LOL)

Lolol, Ima simp for Tom riddle too 😂

Jealous Alastor x Reader

You were a simple sinner demon, trying to find their way through hell

When you heard of the happy hotel you decided to go check it out

And by check it out I mean get a free room and lots of therapy (bc we all need it lets be honest)

Now you joined before the whole news fiasco and Alastor

On the morning of the interview Charlie and Vaggie were rushing to make the hotel look good for any new potential sinners

And angle had left earlier for who knows what

You decided to stay at the hotel while Charlie and Vaggie left to 666 news

You watched the whole showdown on the tiny tv in the lobby

You felt kinda bad for Charlie, knowing that after that interview no sinner would want to be a part of the hotel

Suddenly your phone started ringing

You checked the caller ID to see it was charlie

So you answered

"Heya charlie...I saw the interview, how're you holding up?"

You heard her answer, voice wavery like she had been crying

"Oh pfft I'm totally fine, it's not like many demons watch the news anyways.."

You could tell by her tone that she was faking enthusiasm

"Listen...(Y/n) , the limo got a flat tire. We may take a bit longer to get to the hotel. Sorry"

You shrugged her of before realizing she couldn't see you

"Nah it's fine, don't worry about the hotel. I'm keeping an eye on it"

She sighed in relief

"ok, thank (Y/n). Hopefully we won't be much longer"

With that you ended the call and started scrolling through your phone out of boredom

Ten or so minutes later you heard a knock on the door

Thinking it was charlie returning you went to open the door

To your surprise and horror you found the radio demon at the door

"Hel-" your spammed the door in confusion, before opening it again "-lo"

You slammed it again

You looked around the empty lobby trying to decide if you should let the monster outside in or not

Gathering all the courage you could you opened the door again

"May I speak now?"

You blinked up at the radio demon

"Uh...sure?"

"Alastor, darling, pleasure to meet you quite a pleasure"

He spoke with such enthusiasm and energy it was hard to believe he was dangerous

"Forgive me for my sudden intrusion but I saw the disaster on the picture show and just had to visit this place!"

You nodded awkwardly

"Might I ask where the manager is?"

It took you a sec to process what he said

Manager--owner.. Charlie

"Oh uh she's not here right now... sorry"

You responded quietly

"Oh? Do you happen to where she is, my dear?"

"Uh, flat tire"

You said dumbly

His grin somehow grew wider as he looked around

"so it's just you and I then?"

You nodded

"Well then what a delightful surprise!"

"Suuure.."

You said slowly

"I'm not sure if I'd be as affective as charlie, but I'm sure I can help you with whatever you need"

Alastor chuckled

"Oh no, darling, though I appreciate your efforts I'm afraid what I have to say only concerns the princess"

"Oh," you said awkwardly, "well shes gotten held up sooo.."

Alastor raised an eyebrow

You shrugged awkwardly

"Idk when she'll return" you finished

"Well then I suppose I'll wait here!" Alastor responded

You squeaked in surprise and groaned quietly

"Ok fine cool cool cool" you muttered, walking past him

You heard his static filled chuckle behind

"I don't believe I caught your name, darling"

"Oh, sorry, I'm (Y/n)" you gave him a polite smile

Alastor found that he quite liked your smile

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Later after charlie had returned with vaggie and angle in tow, and Alastor finally revealing why he had arrived

You were chilling in the library, lounging on an old couch while looking at fanart of your fav characters (*cough* tom riddle *cough*)

Suddenly there was a loud pop behind you, like static

You turned and saw no one

You shrugged it off as your imagination, and eventually fell asleep on the couch

Alastor appeared out of the shadows and watched you sleep for a moment, before carrying you back to your room

He didn't know who you were looking at, but he knew that after your encounter that morning, he wanted you all for himself

"You will be mine (Y/n)~"

I'm so incredibly sorry for being late, I got distracted with a part two to His Fawn and some other fica I'm working on

#yandere alastor #yandere alastor x reader #yandere hh #yandere hazbin hotel #yandere radio demon

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imagine-silk · 10 months

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AtSV; Something casual they do that is important to you

》 Something they do that is more than charming, touching even.

Peter B

You were trying to get a snack from the vending machine and it got stuck. It was horrible. You were already feeling like shit, working a double shift and not eating the whole time. To be honest you didn't know if you were angry or sad but you knew you wanted to scream. Then Peter came up. You collected yourself before he saw your face as he walked up, hiding your overreaction. He commented on your predicament and told you it'd be alright, then proceeded to hit the machine in a specific spot and the snack fell down. He always seems to know when you're having a bad time and never fail to make it better in a way that was entirely him. "There you go buddy."

Miguel

To most people it's weird, hell it was weird to you the first time. At work you got sore and rickety a lot. You must have done something wrong because your shoulder was killing you and you told him. While you were explaining it he came up behind you, grabbed your shoulder at a leverage point, and shoved it. You made the most undignified moan in your life but the shame was more than worth it. It became a thing for you to go up to him and tell him where the pain was, like waiting for a cookie. "Tienes suerte de que me gustes."

Hobie

Dating is hard, there is no if ands or buts. When you were going out on dates Hobie made sure you had someone on speed dial. It wasn't great but you were getting there, some good, some bad, and some uneventful. Then you met a man you thought was super cool, wore piercings and leather jackets, and super casual. You felt like he didn't expect anything from you and you didn't need to preform. Then he turned out to be horrible and you were left walking aimlessly. Your emergency contact wasn't answering so you called him before your phone died. He got there in less than twenty minutes and took you to a diner, you in a nice date outfit and him in pajamas. "He don't deserve you, love."

Miles

It started absentmindedly. You two were hanging out and Miles put his hands in your hair and started playing, scratching, braiding. Immediately you relaxed and let your head tilt to him. Studying? He'll be behind you or wait til you're taking a break. Laying down? He'll twirl it in his fingers. Headache? He'll make a million braids and pull a bit to relief the tension. He even does it upside down when he can. It became something so automatic his fingers start to itch if you're around and you feel like something is missing. "You wanna take a break?"

Gwen

Okay, sometimes you're just angry. With her you find something to do. Rocking out is a good one, both of you can do easily and try to keep up with one another loud and unafraid. You almost always leave those tired and ready to lay down. Going to the gym is another one. You can't fully keep up with her but she'll slow down for you without a second thought. You always leave from those ready to fight a gorilla. "Let's go wreck face."

Pavitr

You know how you have personal things like books and clothes, those things have stuff in them. Your books will have little notes that say nothing but praise next to your bookmark. Your pockets will have little candies. A few times you found evil eye jewelry in your bag. It was something deeply personal to him that was an act he classified as wanting to do but not wanting to do it in the open because he didn't want you to give the things back. Those things were for you and it was a nice way to deliver it. There was no harm in it. "Wow. Those look like nice things that I do not know where they came from."

#atsv #marvel #miguel o'hara #peter b. parker #hobie brown #miles morales #gwen stacy #pavitr prabhakar #modern au #au maybe?#platonic #romantic #who knows

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perpetuelledaydreaming · 2 years

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Cruel intentions | chapter four

summary: harry asks you to hurry up peter's sexual awakening and you really want to fucking ruin peter parker but sometimes you don't even know how to react when he tells you sweet things.

warnings: another chill chapter but like maybe insinuation to sex?

authors note: I WANT TO GIVE RAQUEL A SPECIAL THANK YOU FOR BEING MY FIRST SUPPORTER ON KO-FI!! THANK YOU SO SO MUCH, YOU'VE MADE MY DAY. AGAIN ANOTHER THANK YOU.

listen to: Bad girls - M.I.A | Cooler than me - Mike Posner (playlist here)

word count: 2.3k

series masterlist + read next chapter early on ko-fi!!

You hadn’t expected to feel so uneasy at the thought of simply going out to a party with Peter Parker. Not in the sightless but you felt as if your stomach was turning around and twisting in the most unnatural ways just at the thought of what to wear.

Peter hadn’t told you how formal or not the party was going to be and you still didn’t have his number, nor you would ask for it from Tony or Harley, being aware that it might awake suspicion on their part, and although you could’ve just hacked the database of Stark Industries for his number, you knew that it might not have the same impact as if he asked for it.

In consequence, your room was a mess.

You’d been to parties before, hell, it was a rare occasion when you didn’t have someplace to go. You were often invited to events and parties since your incident when you started to be a little bit more outgoing after what had happened, and especially when tabloids and magazines named you the messy it girl of New York. The name was given after you’d attended a series of events that had ended with your photo plastered on every magazine. The photos were many, sometimes you were climbing into the stage of a club to dance, then a picture with you hand in hand with a young handsome actor that had been nominated for awards recently, then one in a very sheer and short dress.

You were never missing an invitation after the last one.

But now, you didn’t even know what to pick and Peter was minutes away. Harry had decided to go to a club opening that night and had decided that he was in the mood for FaceTiming you as you both did your makeups for the evening.

“Why are you calling me?” you asked vexed at him, as you tried to hold the phone so he couldn’t see the bra that you were wearing while you leaned forward as you fixed your eye shadow before applying mascara.

“Just wanted to see how the plan was going and I can’t call my best friend?” Harry asked annoyed as he placed some highlight on his already cut cheekbones, he was often told that his jaw and cheeks could cut ice and you agreed with the statement.

You rolled your eyes. “What do you want to know?” you replied while you took your mascara and waited for Harry to reply.

“I’m assuming you got invited to the party?”

“I did,” you muttered quietly, not wanting him to shake you off your game -at least not even more than how you already were feeling.

Harry smirked devilishly as he turned to you and gave you his full attention. “Are you going to do it tonight?” he asked, his voice sounded as if poison was rolling off his tongue and you recognize it from the many times you both had screwed someone over.

If it was any other time it wouldn’t have bothered you as much but you felt as if someone had thrown cold water at your back.

“No,” you answered sternly before throwing your phone -and Harry- to the bed. Not wanting to even see him anymore.

Harry chuckled when he realized.“You can get him drunk you know? I have a little thing to spike some drinks,” he answered nonchalantly.

You froze in your place and stiffened at his remark before you were running to get your phone so Harry could hear you.

“I will literary call the police if you use that on someone,” you growled as your eyes narrowed but Harry simply laughed.

“It was a joke,” he replied but you still felt nauseous at the thought of his words. “Just wondering how long would it take? I wanted a summer internship” he explained but you shook your head before leaving your phone again after realizing that Peter would be there in less than 10 minutes.

“Couldn’t care less,” you muttered as you walked through your room only to find in your desk one little black dress that had been in your closet for ages but that you’d never word for how short it was but right now it seemed like the only valid choice you had before you quickly took a cream oversize blazer and placed it on before listening to Harry speak again.

“You know, we are going to Ibiza in two weeks so I need you to speed up Parker’s sexual awakening,” he muttered softly, now his voice had changed and it was dripping honey, causing goosebumps to erupt on your skin.

You turned softly to the bed and took the phone in your hand as you gaze at Harry. He was done with his make-up and now a cigarette hung loosely from his lips. “I just hate when things don’t go my way,” he whispered, only for you to hear and you knew he was doing it on purpose and you hated the fact that it actually sprung the tiniest amount of interest in you.

“Me too,”

“So, you think everything will go good with your boy?” he asked as he lit up the cigarette and gaze at you with a fire that you’d seen in his eyes before.

“Any day now,” you whispered as softly as he had and Harry smirked, but then you heard the characteristic sound of the elevator opening and your mind snapped back to Peter. “Until then, down boy,” you replied and quickly hung up.

You stayed still for a few seconds as your mind recalled the wager. You felt stupid. Silly. Completely unlike yourself. How many times had you done this before, how many times you’d conquered someone and then ruined them? How many times had you played with someone only to light up a fire that would leave them in ashes? The answer was many, many times you’d played this game and yet you’d never felt something like you were feeling right now.

You were usually detached and in control. You knew your next steps and could anticipate theirs but as you turned your head to see the mess in your room and how your hands fidget just at the thought of seeing those chocolate eyes you wondered if you were just helpless.

And you hated it.

Because being helpless means being weak and getting hurt. You were familiar with pain but god, this almost felt as if you were being thrown down again and again in the ring.

What were you feeling? The answer was still unknown but, you wouldn’t let it ruin you and you needed to be fast if you didn’t want it to happen.

And so you took some high heel boots and your purse and decided to go out and look for Peter Parker.

You decided that it was time to ruin him.

Peter was waiting for you in the living room as he talked with Pepper. Tony was upstairs reading stories to Morgan, as he used to do with you, so that time was always blocked for him.

Peter looked handsome, more than you liked to admit. He was wearing a grey sweater that fitted him nicely and a pair of black jeans, he wasn’t as formal as you wished he was because you now look a bit overdressed but then again, when does a guy actually gets as ready as the girl. He turned to you and his eyes seemed to widen a bit as you walked with your hips swaying side to side as you always did when you were out, as Harry would say it, hunting.

“You look…” Peter muttered, the words seemed to die down in his throat as he looked you up and down, and yet you interrupted him.

“Gorgeous I believe?”

“Y/N!” Pepper gasped as you smiled back at her while shrugging

“What Pepper? It’s true!”

Pepper shook her head and laughed before closing the book on her lap and standing up. “You are just like your dad,” she whispered before planting a kiss on your head and you squirmed under her touch as you’d always done since you were younger. “You kids have fun and be careful,” she said before climbing the stairs to the second floor.

Soon, you were left alone with Peter Parker, who seemed to always have pink cheeks when he was around you. You liked it.

“So, tell me how are we going to get to this fancy party of yours,” you asked him in a velvety voice as you walked towards the elevator, he followed you swiftly, and you felt his eyes burning your back.

“Just by walking,” Peter answered raspy as he cleared his throat as the elevators opened and you stopped midtrack as you turned to him.

Was he being serious?

“Oh,” you said as you both entered the elevator, your façade clearing up.

You realized soon that you must’ve been frowning because he broke the silence without any provoking.

“It’s close don’t worry,”

You stared at him with a sigh. “Yeah, I’m not worried about wearing high heels,” you replied as the door opened and you walked towards the main entrance of the Stark building, your heart beating a bit faster.

“What are you worried about then?”

You winced before saying it, hoping that it didn’t sound the way you imagined it in your head. “Paparazzi?” you muttered softly.

One thing you’d learned from growing up in the spotlight was that if you wanted things to go the right way, you didn’t want evidence of your wrongdoings on the front cover of Hola! And since one of your wrongdoings ended up on the front cover of multiple magazines, which ended up with a threat of sending you to rehab from Tony and Pepper, even though people knew it wasn’t your cocaine anyway, you’d decided to keep everything on the down-low.

“Oh, come on,” Peter said as he shook his head while gazing back at you, who was walking with reservation as if you feared the front door. “It’s Saturday night,” he said nonchalantly while the doorman opened the door for both of you.“I think people have better things to do than…”

As soon as the door opened, a roar of shouts drowned the lobby, and a sea of flashes blinded you on the spot.

“y/n! y/n!” people were shouting.

That’s all you could see, white pops of light that you tried to evade quickly as you gave a few steps back, hoping that they wouldn’t get a better look at you or Peter, soon you spun on your heels walking away from the entrance. There were many, many more than the usual three people that you’d already come to know, they were a group that was called the superhero crew, they were the ones that often were called when Thor was on earth. Part of you wondered if Harry had called them just to fuck with you, you knew that was the type of thing he would do. He was trying to sabotage you. Fucking asshole, you thought.

Soon, the doorman closed the door and you could still hear them shouting for you, you quickly took Peter’s hand -on purpose- and dragged him to the elevator, Peter simply laced his fingers with you. When you were back at the elevators you turned to him and raised your eyebrow almost involuntarily.

“So, you were saying?”

“I didn’t know that…”

“Come with me,” you said, pulling Peter by the hand, again, as you dragged him through the emergency stairs to one of the basements.

A few floors down you stopped by a door that had a small panel next to it. You moved your head forward as it scanned you and quickly HAPPY was online.

“HAPPY, open the door please,” you said before turning to Peter who seemed to be caught off-guard by the sneaking around. “I’m with a guest,”

“Done and done Ms. Stark,” the AI said before opening the door.

The 1956 Jaguar XK140 was in the same place you’d left it last time and you quickly climbed into it, the familiar leather smell clouding your senses. You loved it so much, the freedom that you felt on it. When you opened your eyes, you saw Peter awe-struck.

“This is your…”

“More or less,” you replied before you were opening the passenger's seat door. “Come on, you have to tell me where we are going because we need to be fast,”

Peter followed suit and in a matter of seconds, you opened the garage floor. The engine roared as you launched the car into the streets of Manhattan and although you caught a glimpse of the paparazzi, they weren’t close to the garage door, they were trying to catch you but you? You were faster.

You dodge them and in one swift engine roar, you were out of sight but before you truly left them behind and for good measure, you flipped them with a smirk. Soon, you were driving carelessly through the busy streets of New York as the wind made your hair move all over the place, you laughed at the feeling involuntarily. Soon, you were caught by a red light and you turned to Peter.

“So, where are we going?” you asked him with one of those charming smiles that you’d learned from your dad. Looking at him through your lashes and exposing your neck a little bit, hoping it would cloud his judgment, hoping he would offer just to go to his dorm room and get it over with.

But there was a long pause, longer than you expected it to be. Your breath caught by the way he gazed at you with a side-smirk that he had shown you many times but it felt different. He was staring, hard, his eyes were intense and impossible to read in the darkness of New York.

“What?” you asked.

“Nothing,”

You sighed as you gave him a soft and confused smile.

“Come on, Parker,”

He chuckled in response, he looked away for a moment but then back at you. Peter’s smile was wide and large.

“I just… I hadn’t seen you smile like this before,”

***

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Peter examined his robotics homework helplessly. He stared at the fluorescent screen of his busted up laptop until his eyes felt like they were going to explode.

He liked to think he was intelligent. He prided himself on it. While he was good at robotics, biology and chemistry were his true strengths.

He kept desperately turning the problem around in his head in a valiant, though fruitless, effort to come to any solution. He huffed.

Pulling out his cracked phone, Peter took a hasty picture of the problem and sent it to Ned. He typed in Ned’s number from memory, his old phone having been obliterated in a fight gone awry with a man cosplaying as a rhino - for whatever reason.

Peter, tired out of his wits and ready to just go to bed already, didn’t bother checking if the number he sent it to was actually Ned’s. He sent the photo. It was accompanied by several text messages.

peter: do u have any idea how to solve this? peter: sry for bothering u peter: im at a total loss lmao help me pls

Tony’s phone dinged. He didn’t even look up from the project he was working on.

Then the phone dinged rapidly two more times. Tony groaned. He glared at the phone like it had any say in the matter.

The messages Tony had received were from an unknown number. He was gearing up to block the rando before looking at what the messages actually said.

There was a photo of what was clearly homework. It wasn’t particularly complex, but Tony could see how it could trip someone up. Especially when it was the dead of night. And if the area code of the number was anything to go by, whoever this mystery number was, it was also going on three in the morning for them as well.

Tony responded by solving the problem. He sent a photo.

Tony: You’re welcome. No need to thank me. Actually, do thank me.

Peter perked up at the response. It wasn’t like Ned to be up so late. In fact, Ned had gotten on his case several times about his “deranged” sleeping habits.

Peter looked at his phone and cheered. He responded.

peter: thank you thank you thank you !!!! peter: ned u r a life saver u r back in my will

He finished up his homework when he got another message. He read it and his face went hot while his body went cold.

Unknown Number: Not Ned. No need to put me in your will, unless you have something really cool besides highschool homework.

Peter typed.

peter: if u arent ned then who r u mystery man????

Unknown Number: Not important.

peter: its very important!!!!!! peter: how did u know the answer hm?????

Unknown Number: No offense, kid, but that problem was rudimentary.

peter: oooo rudimentary peter: ill rudimentary ur face bro peter: cut me some slack its like 3 am

Unknown Number: Then go to bed.

peter: ur not my dad smhhhhh

Unknown Number: I don’t need to be your dad to know it’s past your bedtime. Go to bed.

peter: lmao no

Unknown Number: Is this how you always treat people who do your homework for you?

peter: u solved one ( 1) problem peter: dont get cocky

Unknown Number: Arrogance is the one thing I’m good at.

peter: that and robotics apparently peter: u must be old peter: no one msgs like that lmao peter: ur texting not writing a novel

Unknown Number: I am old.

peter: how old

Unknown Number: Old.

peter: ha ha peter: im not actually laughing that was sarcastic

Unknown Number: I gathered that.

peter: tell me ur name at least peter: pls peter: so i can thank u

Peter stared at his phone hard. The light of it illuminating him and the pitch blackness that surrounded him.

He watched as the text bubbles appeared and disappeared over and over again. They stopped before a message popped up.

Unknown Number: Tell me yours first.

This guy, Peter thought. For some reason, probably his inane curiosity, Peter wanted to know more about this stranger. So, he complied. Nothing bad could come from sharing just his first name, right? There are like a million Peters in the world.

peter: peter peter: now u

Unknown Number: You can call me Tony.

peter: thank u tony

tony: You’re welcome.

The conversation seemed to have come to a close. Peter set his phone down, resolute on getting at least three hours of sleep. Then, another message popped up.

tony: Feel free to contact me with any more robotics problems you come across.

“Ned,” Peter said, successfully capturing his friend’s attention despite the onslaught of dodgeballs being pummeled at them.

“What?” Ned gave his friend a bright look, “Is this about spider activities?”

Peter said, “No. And I thought we made a rule about not talking about the spider here.”

“I was being discreet,” Ned said.

Peter shook his head, “Whatever. That is so not the point. Anyways, last night I was having some serious problems with Mr. Volpenhein’s homework and I texted you because I needed help, but I didn’t text you. I accidentally texted some random guy and he solved the problem. Then he tried to tell me to go to bed.”

“Did he get the answer right?” Ned asked.

Peter said, “I think so.”

“No offense, Peter, but that isn’t that exciting.”

Peter shrugged his shoulders.

Ned laughed, “Even some strange guy was trying to put you to bed.”

“Whatever,” Peter said with a smile.

Peter, adrenaline spiking in a matter of seconds, jumped in front of Ned. In the process, he caught the ball that had been hurled at his friend. He gave a harsh glare to the perpetrator in question who was, as always, Flash.

Flash’s eyes were wide, but he dug his heels into the ground. “You just got lucky, Penis! Next time I won’t miss,” He called out.

Peter rolled his eyes.

“Thanks, man,” Ned said.

Peter sighed, “No worries. The sooner we’re out of here, the better.”

Ned nodded.

They had lunch right after gym. In Peter’s opinion, besides in the morning, this was the worst time to have gym. But that was just the typical Parker Luck, as him and May have dubbed it.

“Tell me more about your robotic savior,” Ned said as they sat in their usual spots by the window.

Peter gave him a look, “I thought you said it wasn’t exciting.”

“It’s not.”

Peter pushed Ned lightly, Ned barely even moved. They both shared a small laugh.

“But,” Ned said, “but… I want to know who this guy is. I don’t want you replacing me as your Guy-In-The-Chair.”

Peter laughed, “No one could replace you. Except for maybe MJ. But she’d never want to replace you, so that’s sorted.”

Ned said, “Do you think this mystery guy is a villain?”

“No,” Peter said, “usually bad guys kick me around a bunch. So far, none of them have offered to help me with my homework.”

Ned made a contemplative noise, “You never know.”

“I think I have a pretty good guess, though,” Peter said.

“But you still never know.”

“Since when did you have trust issues?” Peter asked with a smile. He said, “Being weirdly detached and mistrusting is MJ’s thing.”

Ned said, “I’m only looking out for you. I don’t want what happened with Dr. O-”

“Ned.”

Ned gave Peter a soft look, “Sorry.”

“It’s fine,” Peter said, attempting to, and failing at, sounding like it was fine. It was very much not fine. But that didn’t mean he wanted to talk about it.

He said, “This guy’s name is Tony, by the way.”

“Whoa.” Ned asked, “Like Stark?”

Peter shook his head, “Out of the millions of people I could’ve accidentally texted, the odds of me texting Tony Stark is extremely low. Even if I did text him, he probably wouldn’t have answered.”

“But…” Ned said with a wry smile, “You never know.”

“Ned.”

Ned smiled, “Yeah?”

“Shut up,” Peter said as they both busted out into laughter.

Tony walked through a long sanitized hallway. Pepper was in front of him, luring him to his despise. Or, otherwise known as, a meeting with a bunch of stuffy halfwits.

The boardroom was just as sickeningly perfect as the hallway had been. Several men, who looked like clones of each other, sat around a table. Their eyes shot toward Tony the moment he entered the room.

Truly the only way Tony had been able to tell the difference between these men was at what stage of balding they were at. Michael Krasinski had a full head of hair while Byron Moss had none. Everyone else fell at different spots in the middle to Tony.

He sighed, “If I’m honest, which I’m rarely not nowadays, I don’t understand the purpose of this meeting.”

“What Tony means to say is,” Pepper started, swooping in to save his ass as she often did, “Stark Industries has been very successful lately. This meeting is unexpected.”

One of the members, whose hair was barely hanging on, piped up, “There have been a few investments that concerned us.”

“Pep,” Tony whispered, “if they bring up the student internships again I will freak out.”

The student internship situation had been controversial when Tony first did it. Apparently, no one cares about nurturing bright young minds. It had been a “waste of money” to encourage students to enter the STEM workfield.

Tony had assured them he would take care of it. Then he didn’t change shit. So they were probably pissed about that.

“We are eager to hear your concerns and make improvements where necessary,” Pepper said to the group of scrutinizing eyes.

Tony immediately zoned out. He discreetly pulled out his phone and sent a message to Rhodey.

Tony: When are you going to get back, Platypus? I miss you.

A response came immediately.

Peter: i didnt know we were using nicknames now Peter: what do i call u

Tony restrained saying an expletive. He had texted the highschooler from last night.

Tony: I didn’t mean to text you. That should be obvious. And you do not get to call me a nickname. We’re not there yet.

Peter: oooo how the turn tables turn Peter: who is this platypus Peter: are they like perry?

Tony: Who’s Perry?

Peter: ur joking Peter: theres no way you actually dont know who perry the platypus is

Tony: I don’t.

A picture came through of a blue animal that could be perceived as a platypus if looked at through squinted eyes.

I have never seen that creature before in my life, Tony sent with a smile.

Peter: omg u have to watch phineas and ferb

Tony: I don’t have to do anything, actually.

Peter: wow ur sooooo cool tony Peter: only losers havent seen phineas and ferb

Tony: It’s a cartoon.

Peter: so???

Tony: So, you’re calling me a loser for not watching a children’s show?

Peter: ye

Tony: You know what, kid. I respect that.

Then, Tony considered for a moment.

Tony: Wait. Tony: Shouldn’t you be in school?

Peter: i am

Tony: Why are you texting me?

Peter: cos im bored lol Peter: i already know all the material so it doesnt matter

Tony: You didn’t seem to know all the material last night. If I recall, you were having problems with a pretty basic circuit.

Peter: it was THREE IN THE MORNING

Tony: Don’t yell at me.

Peter: wat r u going to do?? Peter: ground me?? Peter: love to see u try mister

Tony: Keep it up and I will.

Peter: ooo im sooo scared

Tony: Pay attention to your teacher.

Peter: i just told u i already know this stuff Peter: its chem and im hella good at that

Tony: Where do you go to school?

Tony only realized how creepy of a question that was after he sent it.

Peter: none of your business high

Tony: My bad. Overstepped a boundary there.

Peter: apology accepted

Tony: I wasn’t apologizing.

Peter: bruh Peter: then what were u doing???

Tony: Taking accountability.

Peter: im pretty sure thats the textbook definition of apologizing

Tony let out a soft laugh and everyone in the meeting looked at him.

“Is there anything you’d like to add?” asked some guy who was rapidly approaching the bald end of the spectrum.

Tony smiled, “Nope.”

“Mr. Stark is only amused because these reports show that the student internship program has been a wild success,” Pepper said with the swiftness of someone who was used to Tony’s antics.

Another board member interjected, “Just because something’s a success doesn’t mean we should continue it.”

“Are you being serious?” Tony asked before Pepper could form a prim response.

Pepper sighed, “There is no reason to discontinue the program. Until someone in this room provides clear statistical proof that the student internship program is not worth continuing then it will continue running. Along with every other civil program Stark Industries is running.”

“Tell em, Pep,” Tony said.

Pepper gave him a look with her icy eyes. Tony smiled in turn.

Leaving the board meeting was an instant breath of fresh air. Even if Pepper instantly got on his case. To be fair, he deserved it.

“You weren’t even paying attention,” Pepper said.

Tony tilted his head, “I am taking that accusation very heavily, Potts. You’ll be in contact with my lawyer.”

“I’d have to be the one to call them,” Pepper said.

Tony smiled at her apologetically.

Pepper asked, “Who were you texting?”

“I wasn’t texting.”

Pepper gave him a blank look, “I’m not blind.”

“You know,” Tony admitted, “I’m not really sure. Some kid texted the wrong number to ask for help with homework. It was a circuit problem, the kind they give you in highschool. So I helped out. I accidentally texted them just now because I was trying to text Rhodey.”

Pepper looked at him hard. It was the same exasperated calculating stare Tony had seen a million times over.

“Jesus,” She said after a moment, “you’re like a walking PR nightmare.”

Tony shrugged his shoulders in defeat. She had a pretty good point. But he wasn’t too concerned. Afterall, the kid didn’t know who he was, and Tony didn’t know who the kid was.

Their most recent conversation would probably be their last conversation.

“Dude,” Peter squeezed through the after school hallway congestion.

Ned stood at his locker and gave Peter a toothy smile, “Hi.”

“Guess what just happened,” Peter said.

Ned said, “What?”

“Dude, guess!” Peter shook Ned’s shoulder.

Ned rolled his eyes but complied with a smile, “The roof caved in on Mrs. Little and her class is canceled for the rest of the year?”

“Not even close, dude. And don’t say stuff like that. I like Mrs. Little.”

Ned laughed and closed his locker. They walked down the steadily emptying hall together.

“What happened, then?” Ned asked, “Is it something to do with spider related activities?”

Peter sighed as he looked to the ceiling for dramatic effect, “No! Tony texted me.”

“Whoa,” Ned halted in his tracks, “why?”

Peter said, “He was trying to text someone he calls ‘Platypus.’ Then he threatened to ground me for texting while in class. But I think he was mostly joking. Maybe. It’s hard to tell through text. And he texts like an old man.”

“He probably is an old man.” Ned said, “He probably lied about trying to text someone else just to talk to you. You’re probably the first person he’s talked to in fifty years.”

“Ned, that is so not nice,” Peter said.

Ned said, “I’m just throwing theories out there.”

“Well, settle it down, MatPat, okay? I think it’s probably some old guy who - I don’t know - worked in mechanical engineering or something. He’s probably some regular old dude,” Peter said.

Ned said, “Like I said, it’s just a theory-”

“Don’t,” Peter warned.

“-a game theory!”

“I don’t even know why I’m friends with you,” Peter smiled.

Ned sang, “It’s because you love me.”

“True,” Peter said.

They went their separate ways.

Peter usually walked home. When he was feeling spicy, he’d swing back to his apartment. But, especially as Spider-Man became more well known, Peter didn’t want to do something that risked giving his identity away.

He texted Tony.

peter: my friend thinks ur a sad old man texting me for company

A response, immediately.

tony: Your friend isn’t entirely wrong.

peter: thats concerning peter: do u have irl friends???

tony: Yes.

peter: thank god peter: i was about to be real sad

tony: Don’t worry about me, kid.

peter: i cant help it peter: u helped me wit my hw peter: now i owe u my life

tony: Any time, kid.

peter: whats with u calling me kid peter: how would u like it if i kept calling u old man

tony: I’ve been called worse.

peter: like what???? peter: i’ll fight them for u, old man

tony: Don’t. I deserved it most of the time.

peter: why?

tony: I wasn’t a good person when I was younger. I’m still fixing the mess I made in my early twenties.

peter: ppl r not their worst mistakes peter: u r so much more than what u have done wrong

tony: That’s surprisingly profound coming from someone who can’t be bothered to type out ‘you’.

peter: thank you

tony: Do you just like being difficult?

peter: yes peter: its part of my charm

The kid, Peter, wasn’t wrong. His aptitude for sarcasm and talking back was actually growing on Tony.

There was something about the anonymity that made it easy for Tony to spill the feelings he kept from some of his closest confidants. Tony knew it was obvious, though. Rhodey, Pepper, and Happy - hell, maybe even a portion of the Avengers - knew that guilt ate away at him everyday. But, he never said it. Except for the times where he wanted to make a point.

Tony found his thoughts coming back to Peter at hand. Then he stopped himself. There was no way that wherever this thing was going that it was going to be good.

But he found himself intrigued. And an intrigued Tony Stark might be the most dangerous Tony Stark there is.

The day passed by, but Tony’s thoughts were consistently drawn back toward Peter.

He ignored the gnawing for Peter’s sake. The last thing some random highschool kid needed was to be dragged into Tony’s neverending drama. But…

Tony: How was school?

A reply in an instant.

Peter: wow Peter: dad moment Peter: it was alright Peter: like i said the work is easy since i already know most of it Peter: just boring

Tony: I get what you mean. I skipped highschool and went straight to college.

Peter: no way Peter: ur fucking with me

Tony: Nope. It was horrible for my mental health.

Peter: how smart r u Peter: jesus Peter: i wouldnt survive one day in a college class

Tony: They’re not that hard. Surprisingly enough. Tony: It was just lonely being a child surrounded by adults.

Peter: sry to hear that Peter: did u want to go to college early?

Tony: No. But I didn’t really have much of a choice in the matter.

Peter: thats awful Peter: u shouldnt have been forced into it

Tony: Don’t worry about it, kid. Seriously. Tony: I shouldn’t even be talking to you about this. It’s not like you’re my therapist.

Peter: do u have a therapist???

Tony: Yeah, but I don’t really go.

Peter: why

Tony: Too busy.

Peter: mental health is important Peter: go to ur therapy or i wont go to robotics class

Tony: You drive a tough bargain.

Peter: go to therapy or i will go feral

Tony: Now that’s a threat. Fine, kid, you win.

Peter: thank u

It was later that night, Tony found himself dangerously enamored. Though, Peter was an anonymous face behind a phone screen, Tony had really found himself coming to like that kid. It scared him to death, liking people. The people he liked tended to meet untimely ends. Tony didn’t do well with liking people.

His love bordered on obsession. More than most. Pepper, Rhodey, even Happy had all been at his lovebombing mercy before and none of them had been particularly fond of it. Tony knew if he were to do anything for this kid, Peter, then there would be no going back from it. That it would completely undo this weirdly beautiful thing they had going on.

Call Tony selfish, it wouldn’t be the first time, but he liked having someone to talk to who didn’t know him. Who didn’t put enormous expectations on him all the time. Someone like Peter, who seemed young and free, started to make Tony’s wings spread a little as well.

Can’t stop thinking about you, Tony sent, cringing when he realized how much of a creep that made him sound.

Peter: ur so sweet Peter: i bet u say that to everyone who accidentally texts u

Tony: Nope, just you.

Peter: what an honor

Tony’s curiosity got the better of him. Peter, it seemed, was a highschool student. Their conversations have illuminated Tony to the fact that, yeah, Peter is actually a genius. Tony doesn’t know much more than that. A friend named Ned, but no parents, and somewhat disadvantaged.

Tony could work with that. He commanded Friday to trace a phone he felt a familiar feeling. The kind of chilling stomach ache that warned him he was making an irreversible mistake.

“Found him, Boss,” Friday announced, multiple pictures appearing before Tony in an instant.

The blue light blinded him for a moment. He approached it. A small apartment in Queens. Tony smiled.

Friday said, “There’s something else of note.”

“Yeah, babygirl?”

“The local vigilante known as Spider-Man,” a few videos and pictures appear, “has been seen coming and going from this location. There is reason to suspect that Peter Parker may be Spider-Man.”

Tony stepped back. He examined all the data for a fault, but nope. It seemed concrete. The kid who texted him by accident, a one-in-a-million chance, just so happened to also be the web-slinging vigilante known as Spider-Man.

Things just got much more interesting.

Peter was cleaning some dishes while May took a nap on the couch. His mind wandered back to the night’s text he received from Tony. Was Tony hitting on him? It seemed silly, but it wasn’t entirely implausible. Was it?

He told Ned about it and Ned gave him a side-eye while MJ snickered. It doesn’t matter what they think, Peter thought, okay, it kind of does. But they don’t understand what it’s like juggling being a good nephew, a good student, and a good Spider-Man. There’s a lot of responsibility Peter has been shouldering and this Tony guy feels like a breath of fresh air. He doesn’t know who Peter is, nephew, student, or Spider-Man. It’s nice talking to someone who doesn’t have any expectations for him.

There was a sharp knock on the door.

Peter turned toward it as May was roused from her sleep. She started to get up.

“I’ve got it, May.”

Her hair was a mess and her eyes narrowed in the freshly awake kind of way. She mumbled something as she sat up despite Peter’s protests.

Peter sighed and he opened the door. He looked up and opened his mouth, but the words died on his lips-

Oh, shit.

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