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fool-who-dreams · 2 years

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Tony is tired of hearing her daughter talk about her crush, and Peter talk about his. So he sets them up for confrontation and decides to have a little fun with it...

you stepped inside the most spacious classroom of Midtown High, and the familiar scents of chemicals immediately invaded your smell. The chemistry class was soon filled with people taking their seats at their tables and putting on their candid white lab coats and protective goggles. Your usual desk mates were absent on that day due to the intensive sport training they were undergoing; soon they'd have a really important match and the school couldn't risk loosing (again), so they were excused from classes that day.

It was no big deal, but it was an absolute tragedy for you: who will you blather about your crush to? Who will listen as you make up romantic - most definitely unrealistic - scenarios, and encourage your imagination? How can you go a whole day without hearing their encouraging words on how you should just go up to Peter's desk and say-

"Hi, is this seat taken?" The familiar voice shakes you out of your thoughts. Your eyes widen as the sight of THE Peter Parker.

The boy wasn't popular in the slightest, but you had the chance to admire him in his natural habitat, the chemistry and maths classrooms, (or so you thought) and he was the smartest person in MILES. The rare few times you had the chance - or the excuse - to talk to him, he had been the most caring, generous and kindest person you ever had the chance to meet.

"Of course not." You smiled, making him smile, too. You blushed at the thought of always being the one to make him smile like that. Better yet, at the thought of him making you smile like an absolute fool everyday.

"y/n, right?" Peter asked while fixing his bag next to him and sitting down on the stool.

From there on the chitchat never ended. You both did stay silent: he was rather invested in the experiment, and you were rather invested in watching him focus. Chemistry came pretty naturally to you - just like every other scientifical and technology-related subject - which gave you more time to dream of the moment that had finally come.

You guys discovered that you had so much in common: interests, friendships, hobbies...heroes. You both loved Spiderman, for instance, and you both really looked up to Ironman and Captain America. You both liked Star Wars and Delmar's sandwiches, and you both knew MJ.

After class was over, the two of you agreed to sit next to each other the following time as well: your friends had been telling you to talk to him for ages, they won't mind at all if you actually did and stopped distracting him from their assignments in class. Even though, underneath, you knew they enjoyed it just as much as you did.

The weeks went by and you couldn't help but like him more and more, falling deeper and deeper for the boy. He seemed quite involved, too: every time your hands brushed against each other, or you made him laugh, or even just held eye contact for more than one second, it just made your heartbeat run a marathon. And that wasn't like you at all, but you weren't sure you liked it much. That little voice in your head just kept telling you that it might all just be your imagination going a bit too far; basically just gaslighting yourself.

Six months later you guys had become absolute best friends. You walked back home together after school, worked on projects, had your own inside jokes; you had even met his aunt May!

"Hey y/n?" Peter broke the silence while he was laying on a park bench, his curls on your laps.

"Yeah?"

"Do you- would you ever-" he started stuttering as he usually did when he was going to say something important for him. It always made you giggle, you found it cute.

"C'mon Pete, you can tell me anything, you know that."

"I know" he whispered before sitting back straight up. He took a deep breath before finally saying what he wanted to "Do you- like pillowcases?"

You looked at him, puzzled and surprised by the question. "Do I- like pillowcases?" You let out a laugh, trying to hide the disappointment in what you thought he'd have said. "I guess I do. Do you?"

"Yea. I do, I really do."

"That's- cool, I didn't know that about you" You chuckled, as he let out more of a nervous laugh. "I guess we should get going now". You smiled, gathering your things.

After Peter dropped you off where you "lived", you waited til he was out of sight before getting into the most famous building in the State: your actual home.

"I CANNOT BELIEVE HIM!" You shouted as you angrily climbed the stairs and walked into the kitchen, reaching straight for the fridge and opening it. "I seriously cannot believe that boy!"

"What did he do today sweetheart?" you father asked, not getting his eyes off of the newspaper he was reading.

"He almost asked me out!"

"And the problem with that is..."

"THAT HE ALMOST ASKED ME OUT!"

"Oh, obviously" He mocked you as he folded his newspaper. "Honey, have you ever thought of asking him out yourself?"

"Of course not. I mean, what if he says no?"

"You've never had this problem with any other boy before, and you're having this kind of doubts now that I actually like one of your picks?"

"Yes, because I also actually like this one!"

"Pepper, I don't need the blood test anymore, she's definitely a Stark!"

"I thought we had agreed on that when she fixed the- technology thing you couldn't deal with when she was 5." Your mother shouted from the other room.

"Okay, ouch." Tony replied.

"To be fair, you did deserve that." You chuckled. "Anyways, I'm starting to think it was just all in my head. Maybe that's just how he is with everyone, I'm nothing special. I guess I love for the both of us. I mean, how could I be enough for someone like him? He's the sweetest, kindest, most generous and caring person on this planet. And me? Well, I'm just really smart. And I'm amazing for everyone else, of course, but him? He deserves more than I'll ever be able to give." You concluded looking at the ground as you let your head fall into your arms. You were forced to raise your gaze when you heard a sudden loud noise. Something had fallen and broken, like a plate or a mug.

Looking up you saw the only thing you needed but last thing you wanted to see in that moment.

"You better clean that up kid. Oh and, y/n? Peter's here, by the way. Which is a really good thing because now you can both stop using me as your shrink and actually talk to each other." Tony looked at you with the most amused smirk as he was on his way to leave the room.

Your face had reached the cherry red color of the ceramic bowl that was scattered all around on the floor.

"Are you- did you actually mean all that?" An incredulously open-mouthed Peter asked.

"What are you even doing here?!" You inquired, confused and embarrassed.

"That's not important right now. Did you mean that?"

"Haven't I proven it to you?"

"I- I feel awful about making you doubt how much I love you." He said sincerely, while walking towards you.

"You- love me?"

"More than I thought I could." He leaned in slowly, following your every move until your lips fused into the most beautiful feeling you had ever felt. When the kiss was broken he held you in his arms for a few minutes, you both contemplating how the moment felt as magical as you had imagined it. Peter broke the silence with a sudden realization.

"Wait- you are PEPPER POTTS AND TONY STARK'S DAUGHTER?"

"Yeah..." You laughed nervously.

"Why have you never said anything?"

"I don't really go around advertising it. You know the bad guys and stuff can-" As you were explaining, you accidentally hurt a mug. Luckily, before it could touch the ground it was promptly saved: Peter was holding in his right hand the purple thing.

"you are SPIDERMAN?! MY BOYFRIEND IS SPIDERMAN?"

"Mh, boyfriend." He chuckled before hugging you again. "I like the sound of that."

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upat4amwiththemoon · 2 months

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Okay AN IDEA !

If you like it you can use it, if it's not something you wanna write that's perfectly fine too !!

So the request is for wandanat x daughter reader

R is secretly spider girl, only Tony stark knows because he's the one who got her the spider suit. R knows her moms would absolutely be against it, always telling her to stay away from that "spider girl" (not knowing it's actually their daughter. Yes like aunt May does in Spiderman : home coming :3)

So let's say R gets into trouble after trying to fight a villain way too strong compared to her and ends up being saved by wanda herself. Wanda finds out at this moment that the spider girl is her daughter and you can choose how the story goes from there

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(your favorite mf who sent 8678 request)

Spider-Girl

Summary: Is it a plane? Is it the Friendly neighborhood Spider-Girl? Sort of, it’s a girl who doesn’t listen to her moms!

Pairing: WandaNat x daughter!reader

Warnings: violence

Word count: 2111

a/n: there surely are words written down here

Tags: @thought-of-you-and-me @rafecameronswhore @emsmultiverse @natashamaximoff69

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A video of the Spider-Girl stopping bank robbers is shown on the evening news. Y/N stares at the television screen as she eats with her moms, at times glancing at them to see if they’re paying attention to the news.

Natasha shuts off the television with a sigh, throwing the remote to the couch afterwards. Y/N turns to look at her scrunched brows and pursed lips. “If you ever see that Spider-Girl, stay away from her, okay? We don’t want you getting dragged into anything she does.” Her mother mumbles while eating.

Y/N rolls her eyes, though she hides it from her mom. “Mhm.”

“We’re serious about this, Y/N.” Wanda sets her cutlery down, looking at her daughter. “It’s dangerous and we don’t want you getting hurt.”

“I know,” she pushes her plate away, still half full, “you think I can’t handle myself.” Her voice is full of defiance as she mumbles.

The two women sigh as they glance at each other and their daughter, who is keeping her eyes away from them. This isn’t the first time conversations like this have come up.

“It’s not that we think you’re incapable,” Natasha raises her brows as Wanda starts speaking, which makes her wife give her a subtle slap to the arm, “we’re afraid that the bad guys will hit you twice as hard when they realize whose daughter you are.”

“Mhm.” Is all the answer her mothers get before she excuses herself from the dining table and makes her way to her bedroom.

As Y/N slams the door shut, she locks it and moves the curtains in front of her single window. Sitting down to her bed, she closes her eyes and takes some deep breath, calming down her mind. She is aware her mother would never read her mine without permission, unless absolutely necessary, but Y/N likes to make sure there are no loose ends.

Her mind clears from any unwanted thoughts—thanks to Natasha making her meditate with her since she was a kid—and a smile appears on her face. Y/N walks over to her wardrobe, her steps light as she opens it and starts digging through the mess of things inside. She finds the back wall of the wardrobe and moves it out of her way, taking her suit out of its hiding place.

She slips on her Spider-Girl suit, grinning from ear to ear at the empowering feeling the suit gives her. This is what she wants to do. This is her life.

Pressing her ear against the chilly wooden door, listening to the quiet sound of a laugh track coming from the television. Her mom won’t come bother her when they think she is upset. She has plenty of time to fight crime.

Y/N opens her window and climbs out of it, the palms of her suit sticking to the walls of her home as she makes her way to the roof. She shivers as the wind picks up, but she doesn’t let it bother her.

The homemade web shoots out of the web shooter and she flies towards the city centre, where the evening bustle is starting to wake up. She props herself on top of a building, it’s high enough to be hidden from the people, but still low enough to keep an eye on the streets.

After a few minutes of surveilling the area, a bright light flashes just outside the city, leaving a trail of smoke behind. Y/N grins and makes her way to the smoke, practically flying over the buildings as she glides in the air with the web wings of her suit.

It only takes her around 15 minutes to get near the site. She lands on top of an industrial building, staying low as her eyes adjust to the lack of bright city lights.

Y/N can quickly figure out where the light came from. There is a machine on an otherwise unoccupied patch of land between all the abandoned looking buildings. The machine is big, but it looks crude, handmade. She frowns, not feeling good about any of this. It’s still slightly smoking when two men wearing safety gear finally step onto her line of sight.

She tries to hear what they’re talking about, but they’re too quiet even with her heightened sense of hearing. Her eyes scan over the near area, trying to calculate how safe she’d be if she made herself known to them. Not seeing anything on top of the two men and the machine, she starts quietly crawling closer, keeping a close eye to the men’s hands.

Suddenly, a buzzing sensation fills her mind. She snaps her head to the direction her spidey senses guide her, and even though she is fast, it’s not enough. A third man has climbed onto the roof. He is holding a weapon Y/N doesn’t recognize and shoots it before she is able to react.

A bolt of electricity flies out of the gun-like weapon. It hits Y/N right on her side, making her lose her grip and fall down from the building, all the way to the ground. A small cloud of dust puffs out from the impact.

With a groan, Y/N opens her eyes, seeing the two men standing over her with grins on their faces. “Well, well, well,” one of them chuckles, “what do we have here?” His voice is low and raspy, the smoked a pack a day for years kind of voice.

She lets out a quiet growl-like noise, which clearly doesn’t intimidate the men. “What’s she supposed to be?” The other man mumbles, his head tilting from side to side as he studies Y/N’s suit. “Some kind of bug, eh?”

Using the moment to her advantage, she pushes herself on her feet with a move Natasha taught her, webbing one of the men to the face and kicking the other’s knee. The men let out surprised noises, stumbling away from Y/N, which gives her a slight advantage as she starts fighting them.

She does well for a while, at least when there’s only two of them fighting her, but slowly she starts hearing noises growing louder, like running.

Just as she knocks one of the men unconscious and stick the other to a wall with her web, a group of people with the man who shot her in front arrive. “Shit.” Y/N pants, already having used a lot of energy. The man raises his weapon, shooting an electric bolt again.

Y/N lets out a shout as the bolt of energy hits her square in the chest. She flies a few meters back, landing on her back with a grunt. Her hand flies up to her mask, quickly whispering, “SOS,” before she stands back up.

“The Avengers have been notified.” A robotic female voice speaks up.

Mumbling out a quiet thanks to her artificial intelligence helper, Y/N lunges towards the men again. She feels as if part of her strength is back, now that she knows Tony is coming, but reality hits her like a brick wall once an electric beam hits her.

“I’m getting tired of this.” Y/N grumbles, shooting webs to one of the weapons hitting her.

She webs herself into the air, using the altitude as an advantage against the men. While one of the men is still busy with getting the web out of his gun, Y/N swings down, feet first, on one man’s head.

The impact makes a nasty cracking sound, one that makes Y/N cringe. “Sorry!” She lands on the ground, on her feet, while the man falls on his back, unconscious, hopefully. Her spider senses active, and this time she has enough time to web away another weapon pointed at her. What she doesn’t notice is a new group of men on top of a building pushing down a cell tower.

“Take that!” Y/N mumbles to herself, making up sound effects as she shoots her webs, trapping a man to the ground.

A crashing sound gets her attention. She looks up into the sky, where the cell tower is falling down right towards her. She goes to shoot out a web, but nothing comes out of her suit. She lets out an ear shattering scream when the metallic tower drops right on top of her.

Tears are brimming her eyes as she heaves, trapped under the structure. Her vision is blurred and she can taste blood. The men around her look pleased, ready to end it, until one of them flies away.

The others start looking around, shooting at the smallest movements and noises, but one by one they get either flown away or shocked unconscious.

Y/N recognizes the familiar red wisps of magic in the air, and the small widow bites flying. She lets out quiet curses as she starts pushing herself up, using all of her strength to push the structure off of her.

“Let me help you with that.” Wanda lands in front of her, easily lifting the cell tower with her magic while Natasha punches the last man standing unconscious. “Are you alright?” She helps Y/N up, letting her lean on her for support.

Y/N nods, not daring to speak. She knows her mother would recognize her voice. “You got hurt pretty bad. We could help patch you up.” Natasha states as she walks over to them after letting Tony know someone could come collect the men now.

Y/N shakes her head, her eyes wide, though the two women can’t see it. She steps away from Wanda’s hold, giving them finger guns before going to web herself away from the situation. “Shit!” She grumbles as nothing happens.

Wanda frowns. She flicks her wrist, causing the mask on Y/N’s face to fly away. “Y/N!”

Gasping, Y/N looks at her moms with wide eyes. “I can explain! It’s not what it looks like.” She holds out her hands.

“It looks like you sneaked out to fight bad guys on your own,” Natasha’s hands are crossed over her chest, “and you didn’t tell us you’re Spider-Girl.”

“Well-“ Y/N opens and closes her mouth a couple of times, “that’s.. that’s it.” She mumbles, avoiding looking at her moms. They’re angry, so very angry.

“What in the world were you thinking?” Wanda scolds, though concern clearly slips through her angry tone. She walks over to Y/N and starts looking at the wounds she has. “This could’ve ended up so much worse. Do you understand that?”

“Yes..”

“How long have you been doing this?” Natasha walks over as well, wrapping her arm around Y/N’s waist so she could lean on her.

Y/N has a sheepish smile on her face, “as long as you’ve seen Spider-Girl on the television.” They start walking towards Natasha’s car.

Letting out a quiet huff, Wanda shakes her head. “You’re so lucky I’m more worried about your health right now.” She gives Y/N a pointed look, a look that says you’re in so much trouble. “But you better believe we are going to take that suit away and ground you until you’re 30, do you hear me? You will never leave the house again.”

Natasha opens the back door for Y/N, helping her in before getting in herself, while Wanda gets into the driver’s seat. “Who gave you the suit?”

“Tony.” Y/N says quickly. She’ll happily put some of the blame on someone else than herself.

“Oh, I’m going to kill him.” Wanda states from the front of the car.

“I’ll help you.” Natasha mumbles, pulling Y/N closer as she starts to look over her wounds. “You know Wanda is right, yeah? Once you’ve healed up properly we will talk about consequences. And you can never do this again, never ever.” Her hands are on her daughter’s cheeks to hold eye contact, she wants to make sure Y/N is really hearing her.

She nods. She understands this was a close call, she has never gotten this hurt before, but Y/N doesn’t see it as a reason to completely stop. She can get better.

Natasha pulls her close, kissing the side of her head gently. “At least not before you train with us.” She whispers, giving her a small wink before going back to acting as if she never said anything.

Y/N can’t help but let a grin grow on her face. She looks down at her lap to hide it from Wanda, who keeps glancing at her from the rear view mirror.

She’ll never stop being Spider-Girl.

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astroboots · 11 months

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Every You Every Me Issue #3

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x female reader

Summary: You are determined to meet your Spider-benefactor face to face and you go to ever increasing extreme lengths to do so. Problem is, Miguel O'hara is very uncooperative to your plans.

Word count: 5,500 words.

Content: Slowest of the burn, so slow you wonder if it's even burning. Near death experiences, the state of the economy and how expensive it is to live in a big city, the emotional whiplash of Miguel O'Hara.

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You saw them in the window display of a bakery in Greenwich Village. Round sugar cookies with red frosting and white eyes, decorated as a tribute to everyone's favorite neighborhood Spiderman.

Before you had time to properly think things over (would he even like the cookies? Is he on a strict superhero diet and workout plan? What if he's gluten intolerant?) you were already standing in front of the cash register having a dozen of them wrapped up in fancy crinkly paper and were $72 dollars poorer.

Charging six dollars per cookie is practically highway robbery, but that's par for the course with New York bakeries. You wouldn’t be surprised if every bakery in New York was already a part of Wilson Fisk’s criminal empire.

As you push open the door, box in hand, you wonder wryly to yourself why Spiderman’s ruder alter ego isn't there to save you from that.

You wonder, for Superheroes, what classifies as an event worth intervening in and what everyday citizens need to be saved from?

Financial ailment doesn't quite seem to qualify from what you've been able to glean so far.

Tony Stark, for all the wealth he’s amassed (a large enough treasure hoard that he would be capable of buying the whole planet of Mars according to Forbes) isn't massively involved with charities. He only donates to the one: his own. And the Stark Foundation is really just Tony Stark paying reparations for the damage he and his buddies caused in the first place.

Thor is an actual deity, and you still remember that write-up in Esquire magazine, where local waiters in New Mexico had called him a terrible tipper and a habitual smasher of glassware.

Assault and battery is up in the air. There are accounts of Superheroes intervening; that Tiktok videos of She-Hulk breaking up a bar fight that went viral a few weeks back. But then equally, there are memes of Doctor Strange peeking out the window of Sanctum Sanctorum watching a street fight unfold,, utterly uninterested in getting involved. The internet labeled it as "mood".

As for murder and mayhem, there's a longstanding public debate as to whether Superheroes cause more than they prevent. Case in point: that Moon Knight guy that paints the streets of London red.

There is no rule book written to explain how Superheroes decides who is worth saving and who is not.

Does one have to be important and have a material effect on the state of the world?

If so, you fall pitifully short. The most world-changing decision you made as of late was deciding to opt out of utensils on your last GrubHub order to help save the environment.

So it makes you wonder: Why on earth has this non-costume accurate Spiderman saved you, not once, not twice, but 13 times to date?

That’s just the first of many questions you’d like to ask him. What does he know that you don’t? Does he know why the universe seems to be out to get you lately? Or why death itself is following you everywhere you go, nipping at your heels?

You haven’t had the chance to ask him anything, because despite all of your encounters, you haven't met him face to face since that very first time.

Inconveniently, you don't exactly have a way of contacting him. Superheroes aren't listed in the phone book.

With no other way to reach out, you go at it the old fashioned way. You write him a note from a page you've ripped out of your notebook:

‘Thank you for saving me. Can we meet? I have questions.’

You place the note on the window sill. Setting the plate with $72 dollars worth of Spiderman cookies on top of the left corner of the paper to make sure it doesn't get blown away in the wind. Then you leave the window open for the first time since you've moved into this apartment before heading to bed.

There's nothing else to do but to wait.

You wake to the spit and splatter of rain against your window. It's gray outside, and the cookies you set out the night before remain untouched. You frown at the sight, but you can't say you're surprised.

There was never any real indication that he was lurking around you. Superheroes are bound to have more interesting things on their schedule than stalking a random insurance employee.

You don't know why you thought this would work in the first place.

Getting out of bed, you walk up to your window to inspect the scene. The note is where you have left it, ink a little smeared from the rain, where the plate has kept it in place on the right corner.

That seems odd, now that you think about it. You stare at the note, eye drawn to the watermarks. Why are there water stains bleeding into the paper if your window was closed? As crappy as your rundown apartment can be, water damage is the one thing you haven't had issues with.

You draw your eyes to the closed window being smattered with the rain outside. Didn't you leave the window open last night? You're pretty sure you did, hoping that the open window would be seen as a gesture of invitation. You had left it open… right?

You did.

You're sure you did.

He must’ve been here.

Rude, not-costume-accurate Spiderman was here.

Right?

Your eyes flicker back to the window.

Or maybe you did close the window?

You close your eyes trying to recall your evening, packing the length of your apartment as you replay the memory. Suddenly, you're not so sure anymore. You always close your window, and even though you had every intention of keeping it open last night, who is to say you didn't close it out of sheer habit?

It's strange. Because if he was here, he would've spotted the note. But it's in the same spot you left it yesterday right under the plate on the left side of it...

You eye the undisturbed note tucked under the right corner of the plate.

Wait, wait. Didn't you put the note under the left side of the plate?

You did.

Yes, you definitely did.

Which means, he was here... Right?

You feel like you are going insane.

Are you seeing things that are not there? Was he actually here and if so why did he go to such lengths to pretend otherwise. Why would he passive-aggressively gaslight you into thinking he was never here?

You decide on a redo.

Because if you can't trust yourself and your questionable memory, you can trust a recording.

A teddy bear nanny cam sets you back $50. Not cheap, but not as outrageous as your stale-cardboard-tasting Spiderman cookies.

You set it up on your dresser opposite your window and link it to your phone as per the instructions.

As for the bait. After having tasted those brick cookies for yourself, putting it out for a second night for a man who has saved your life repeatedly didn't seem right. You decide to bake them yourself this time.

The added bonus is that you get to mix blue food coloring into the frosting for the decoration that goes on top. In retrospect, the red Spiderman cookies from last time might’ve implied that you’re calling him a knock-off Spiderman.

Besides, even with the cost of living crisis: a bag of flour, baking powder, unsalted butter, sugar and eggs cost a lot less than $72 dollars.

This time, you don't write him a sloppily put together note. You decide to write him a proper letter.

If he did visit your apartment, (and you're not just going insane) the fact that he moved the note meant that he must've read it.

This note didn’t work.

It must not have been compelling enough, you were kind of in a hurry…

You’ll have to write something better this time. Longer. More emotionally compelling. Surely if you take the time to really explain your plight, you can make him understand why it’s so important he talks to you!

The problem is that it’s hard to sound serious when it’s written on lined paper from your ruled notebook.

That won’t do. You go to the nearest stationery store in your neighborhood, a chain outlet of Paper Source to get yourself some decent looking stationary paper with a matching colored envelope to boot.

You immediately regret this part of your plan, because it ends up setting you back another $26 dollars. Why is 6 pieces of paper so damn expensive anyhow? Surely there’s a few trees left in the world to chop down?!

$102 dollars down in your bank balance, you sit down at your dining table that night, pen in hand and begin writing. You pour your heart onto the pages, setting out in as precise words as you can manage the effect your near death incidents have had on you.

How scared you are, how confused you are, but also how grateful you are that he's saved you, again and again and again. That you believe if you and him can just meet in person and talk, if you could ask questions and figure out why this is happening, then maybe you can find a way to stop it from happening again.

Then you fold the letter and tuck it neatly into the matching envelope and slide it under the left side of the cookie plate and go to sleep.

When you wake the next morning, nothing seems out of the ordinary.

The cookies are still neatly arranged on your plate. The letter snugly tucked underneath it.

On the left side this time, you note.

It doesn’t look like he came.

The only thing is that you swear that the envelope is now several inches further to the left than where you left it last night.

Again, maybe that’s just wishful thinking.

You pull up your phone, opening the app linked to the nanny cam and press play.

There is nothing but the still frame of your studio apartment, your bed to the right and your window square in the camera-view. You speed up the video, but the only thing that takes you by surprise is that you apparently toss a lot more in your sleep than you thought.

The camera footage goes well into 3am, and you’re resigning yourself to the fact that this was all down to your imagination.

He didn't come last night. Probably didn't come the night before. Most likely you woke up from the rain, closed the window and were too sleepy to remember.

You sigh, setting down your phone on the table, prepared to let this whole endeavor go.

On your screen, a smudged shadow appears in the corner of the window. You jump to your feet from your seat, knocking your chair over in the process with a raucous thud. The dark figure grows larger on your screen, dark navy blue and lines of stark red that perches itself onto your window sill.

YES! yes-yes-yes! You knew it. You fucking goddamn knew it!

You were right.

Adrenaline buzzes victoriously in your veins, and you grip your phone harder. Your heart is pounding so fast and hard in your chest you can hear the drumming beat of it in your ears.

He was here!

(You're not cuckoo for cocoa puffs).

You watch as his large figure sits on your window sill. He's still wearing his mask, and while you can't make out the expressions underneath, the outline where his eyes would have been, painted in dark blue, now narrow into a slit on your screen.

There's a hostility emanating from that glare that you are able to sense all the way from the opposite side of the screen. He stares down at the plate of cookies suspiciously. Then he just stays there, unmoving, having a staring competition with the cookies you baked in his image.

In the privacy of your living room, you have the luxury of taking the time to get a proper look at him without interruption. It's hard to ignore the fact of just how tightly fitted to his skin that suit is. The dark blue fabric clings to every line of muscles on his body and it makes your cheek prickle with heat when you look. It feels voyeuristic somehow, but you can't help but think that the more modest alternative would be if he had worn nothing at all.

He's absurdly ripped. Muscular doesn't even begin to describe it. Broad shoulders and a narrow tapered waist segueing into obscenely thick and defined thighs that have your eyes linger for far too long. You shake your head to snap yourself out of it, Jesus you are acting like a creep. This isn’t OnlyFans, though lord knows you paid for this privilege! $102 for a cam video!

On the footage, there is finally movement. He reaches for a cookie, bringing it to his mouth. The blue fabric dematerializes on his lower face until it reveals his tanned skin and that ridiculously cut jaw of his.

His mouth parts. Fangs protrude where his canine teeth are supposed to be and the sight makes you nearly drop your phone in shock.

Is this Spiderman a vampire? Or is he like a tarantula Spiderman with fangs to match?

You watch in suspended horror as he bites into the cookie, those sharp fangs of his are in plain view as he chews.

He leans over to reach for a second cookie and all your trepidation is forgotten for a second, because if he’s reaching for a second one, it must mean he likes them. You grin at your screen, culinary pride beating out any caution or fear you may have had.

Then he lifts up the plate, picking up the letter. The anticipation is too much. You press your face closer to the screen to try to get closer, because your screen is too small to pick up any possible nuances in his expression.

He's carefully opening the envelope as he starts to read. It's impossible to tell what he's thinking. There's no visible change of facial expressions in the outline of his masked eyes. His mouth, which is bared to you, doesn't so much as twitch.

It doesn’t take long for him to read it. When he's done, he tucks the letter back under the plate. Then he bends down over the plate of cookies, and for a moment you think he’s going in for a third. Instead his hand lingers on the plate, before he starts to slide the remaining cookies around the plate to your confusion. You watch in confusion as he picks up the cookies one by one to space them out more evenly. You don't quite understand what he's trying to do, wait… is Vampire spider man re-arranging the cookies to make it less obvious he’s eaten them?!

The bastard really was trying to gaslight you into thinking he was never here.

Once he’s seemingly satisfied with his work, he straightens up, turning until his back is against the camera preparing to leave.

To your surprise his face turns around to take one last look inside. The direction of his gaze settles on your bed where you're sleeping. His eyes lingers there for a handful of moments, inscrutable over the mask.

Is he sad? Angry? You can't tell.

He finally looks away and then he leaps off the window.

Politely asking him in writing is clearly not working out for you.

You decide the only recourse you have left is to try and physically catch him.

Such a simple sentiment that had sounded so easy in your head, but you quickly run into logistical issues when you try to put it into practice.

The man is built like a tank. Can leap off of skyscrapers (and the window of your sixth floor) without breaking a sweat. Potentially also a vampire.

You're not exactly sure how you're supposed to catch someone like that.

Your google research is off to a shaky start. Somehow you end up down a rabbit hole of tutorials for non-lethal mouse traps. It's not very useful inspiration. Because you can't exactly build a 7 foot large cage trap to catch him the next time he comes around to help himself to cookies.

But the concept of having a lure trap set with bait seemed transferable and so you decide to go for a classic spring trap that you’ll modify. No cage, instead you set up a DIY contraption with a sturdy string attached to a bell meant to quickly alert you to his presence next time he comes around.

The game plan is to wake up and corner him before he has a chance to abscond.

As for bait, you google things that vampires might like in a half-thought of plan it might be applicable. Unfortunately, there are no young virgin maidens you know of as far as the eye can see in New York (yourself included) so that was a no go.

So you default back to cookies (because hey, at least it worked last time).

Amazon has your whole set up shipped and delivered by the next day and you implement phase 3 of your rapidly escalating attempts to reach out to him.

Unfortunately, it doesn't work. For one he doesn’t show up that night. Or the night after. It takes him four whole days to show up again and when he does, he spots your trap a mile away. When you review the footage on the cam the next day, he avoids the rope and the whole mechanism effortlessly.

There's no sound on the nanny cam so you can't be sure of it. But you think from the way the line of his shoulders shake as he steps over the rope that he might be laughing at you. He’s definitely seen through few supervillain traps in his days so in hindsight the probability of success here was low.

He does however eat three of your cookies this time.

You get a little bit more desperate after that.

You decide that if a trigger trap to wake you won't work, then obviously, the next best thing is for you to simply stay awake.

The problem is that he doesn't show up every night. His visits are entirely random without an obvious pattern. Sometimes he shows up two nights in a row, sometimes he goes several days without making a guest appearance on your nanny cam footage.

It means you end up downing a whole carafe of coffee, and several energy drinks, every night for a week straight. Entirely unable to predict what night he's going to appear, you keep dooming your already tiny bladder to a dozen visits to the bathroom before the clock has even struck nine.

The saddest part of it is that despite being wired on enough coffee to power a nuclear power station by yourself, you never end up staying awake the whole night through.

More often than not you end up falling asleep sitting upright by the dining table waiting up for him. Then the next morning you wake with a wry neck, a sore back and your face pressing up uncomfortably against the wooden surface.

But you're nothing if not tenacious. Tonight makes it the sixth night in a row that you’re doing this. You stare down the can of red bull on your dining table as you pick it up and lift it to your mouth. You’re going to keep going, hardness of the wooden table be damned.

You're surprised to find yourself waking up feeling well rested without any aches. Surrounded by the softness of your quilt and your even softer memory foam pillow.

The luxurious comfort of it all is such a relief that you don't even question it at first. Don't question why you're in bed when the last thing you remember was nodding off against the palm of your hand and the hard discomfort of your dining chair.

In the sanctuary of your bed, you just dig your face deeper into your pillow and snooze for as long as you can. Ignoring the bright sun pouring in from your windows until it sears unforgivingly against your skin and you decide that it’s finally time to start your day.

By habit, the first thing you do as you get up from bed is to pull up the nanny cam app on your phone and press play on last night's recording.

There's nothing of interest. Seeing yourself read a book by the dining table and chugging down a series of Red Bull is hardly riveting television.

Yesterday you barely even make it until midnight because you can see yourself nod off at the table, head sliding off your palm and plonking down on the dining table. You flinch at the impact, vaguely impressed that the collision didn't wake you.

Your (maybe vampire) Spiderman turns up at 3 am.

Much like the times before, he perches himself on your window sill, peering inside (presumably to check for any new traps you might have laid out for him).

His broad frame stiffens, and then, with a smooth leap, he's inside your apartment.

Excitement rushes to your head, because this is the furthest he’s gone and the first time he's come all the way inside instead of just lurking on the window sill.

He goes over to your bed, flinging the quilt to the side. He seems stressed, the dark shape of his eyes wide as he stands over the empty bed when it dawns on you what’s happening on screen right now.

Oh, he's worried.

He looks over at you, hunched over the dining table, sound asleep and oh god, is that drool on your cheek?

The line of his shoulder relaxes. The broadness of his chest rises then dips with a heavy exhale. Something warm trickles in your stomach at his obvious concern for you.

The mystery is confounding. You don't know him. You've never met him, but for some unfathomable reason he cares enough about you to genuinely care about your safety and you want to know why.

He makes his way over to the table where you are. The mask slowly ebbs away, uncovering his familiar chin, cheeks and then finally his eyes. An other-worldly shade of crimson that has you spellbound and transfixed on the screen.

You find yourself raising your phone closer to your face, trying to get a better look at him. Cursing the crappy quality of the video. You don't know what to make of the way he's looking at you. It's intensely focused, almost sad, and… and… And you don't know what, but it makes your heart leap up into your throat, chest clenching tight.

He bends over, wrapping his broad arms under your knees. He’s careful in his movements, cupping your head as it lolls to the side until you’re comfortably resting against his shoulders. It’s a practiced movement, as if he’s done this a hundred times before as he picks you up and carries you bridal style to your bed. Gingerly tucking you under the quilt with something that looks a lot like tenderness.

It leaves you with more questions than ever.

Ever since you started your caffeine chugging marathon, work has become a new kind of hell.

You're already half-asleep and nodding off at your desk by 10.30. Eyes sore and strained as you stare at the bright screen and try to make sense of the endless columns that are all different and also all the same until your brain refuses to try to make sense of any of it anymore.

You need to go for a walk. Clear your head.

Maybe pop out for a coffee... smoothie. Definitely smoothie.

Outside, the heat is oppressive, far too hot for only being May. Definitely too hot when there are this many tourists around. The street is so crowded you can barely make an inch of headway, trapped behind a family with a stroller in front, trapped in front of a pushy businessman who keeps stepping on your heels every two steps, and trapped next to a guy who is really into his airpods.

With the excess of caffeine still trying to make its way out of your system and the unforgiving heat of the sun beating against your back, it all has the effect of making you feel like you’re hung over. Your breakfast is roiling in your stomach. Sweat plastered against every inch of clothing. You don't know why you do this to yourself.

Every morning you tell yourself never again, and yet every night, there you were, spending half of your disposable income on energy drinks.

Starting from today, you're going cold turkey on the stuff. You've finally given up on trying to stay awake long enough to catch your super-stalker in his cookie burglar routine. Endlessly chugging down caffeine every night is not working out for you. Neither are the DIY mouse traps.

You're running low on ideas of how to trap him. You have nothing else to go on anymore. No idea on how to summon the man. The only time you know he'll be there is the moment before each near-death when he's there to save you.

What are you supposed to do with that? Purposely throw yourself off another building to lure him out?

That's crazy!

…Right?

But maybe... No! Definitely crazy.

Someone screams, and you snap out of your thoughts. There's yelling and terrified shrieks all around you. You're caught in the throng of people, panicked bodies pushing and pressing up against you, all of them trying to run the other way.

You dig in your heels, bracing yourself against the stampede of people. They’re pushing in from every direction until it’s impossible to move an inch. It’s hard to turn your body, when second after second, someone is pummeling into your side, knocking into your bruising shoulder. You barely manage to crane your neck back far enough when you finally spot it.

A red-green truck with a gigantic taco on its roof is careening towards you across the pavement, no driver behind the wheel. The sea of bodies parts around the out-of-control vehicle, people running left, right and forward to escape being crushed under the wheels.

There’s no time to react. It’s too close. Too fast.

A hand clutches at your wrist and pulls you backwards, your vision obscured as your face is pressed up against a familiar solid warmth.

"Hold onto me," he tells you, and you do.

You're held firm against him as the ground underneath your feet disappears, and everything feels weightless. Then all you hear is a loud thunderous crash.

Your feet touch back down on the ground, and the strong protective hold on you unravels.

When you open your eyes he's already gone. You're left on the corner of Lexington Avenue, still trying to catch your breath. The mob of people is still there all around you, but the panic has passed now, everyone is standing still. Everyone is observing the wreckage of the run amok truck that is now flipped onto its side, rendered harmless.

Miraculously, somehow, nobody around you seems visibly injured.

From a distance, you can hear sirens approaching with a deafening wail.

But your mind is elsewhere, on the shade of the familiar dark blue and red as you were being saved seconds ago. On his gentle voice in your ear that still thrums pleasantly in your chest.

You want to see him again.

It's Friday, and you break half an hour early for your designated 40 minutes of lunch, taking the elevator directly to the 72nd floor, which is under construction to renovate it into an open observation deck for the public next year.

The thing with commercial skyscrapers is that nowadays most of them have safety glass panels on all outside spaces of the upper floors to ensure that it is impossible to climb up the buildings and jump.

It's a safety feature that became standard after the financial crisis of 2008.

Turns out that imposing an 80 hour work week on your employees, where they don't get to see their family or friends or have a life outside of work, and then stripping them of their financial security makes a lot of people miserable and suicidal (who knew?)

The elevator pings open, and you exit into the construction zone, carefully avoiding the various tools scattered across the half-finished deck. On Fridays, the construction workers on the site leave by lunchtime, and the space is empty of people.

Step by step, you walk up towards the edge of the terrasse, until you stand before the temporary safety rail, looking out over the sprawling city below you. Cars look like tiny moving pebbles and the people, a hive of ants scurrying from street to street.

It’s a dizzying view. Both beautiful and grotesque in its grandeur. The 72nd floor will be 28 more floors to fall from than the 44th was.

The air around you seems to thin, and your stomach wants to crawl down to your feet and hold on to steady ground.

Taking a deep breath, you lift the hem of your shirt, running your hand over the safety harness strapped around your waist, reassuring yourself it's still there. Then you feel along the attached cord, using the carabiner at the end to clip it around the rod of the safety rail.

Being impulsive and daring in your quest is one thing. Reckless and stupid is another.

It’s not a real climbing rope and harness. Turns out professional safety gear is shockingly expensive, but you found a knock-off resistance training set, complete with harness and stretchy bungee cord rope, on Amazon for a very reasonable $15. You’ve already spent $72 on cookies, $50 dollars for a nanny cam set, and an extortionate $26 for stationary paper in your never-ending quest to lure out Fake Spiderman. You figure a rope is a rope, and you're not paying $100 more to get ripped off by the big climbing corporations. But you’re also not willing to go without.

After all, you've already fallen from the Chrysler building once, and you're not angling for a repeat.

As intent as you are on seeing your Spider-benefactor eye to eye, you're not quite prepared to die for the privilege. Your plan is just to make it look like you are going to jump.

Any superhero worth his dime wouldn't actually let you fall before they would be willing to save you.

That would be a real dick move.

You give your impromptu safety rig one last tug to make sure it's secure, then straighten your posture. Grabbing a hold of the metal rail, you hoist yourself up. You clamber onto it, gripping tight with shaking hands as you swing a leg over, straddling the bar.

Left leg then the right, until all of you are on the other side of the railing.

Then you stay there.

One second. Then two. You close your eyes and try not to look down at the many, many floors below, and how one gust of strong wind could probably knock you over and have you falling down the building again. You count the seconds that pass you by.

Five. Six. Seven.

A strong gust of wind blows through your side, and your legs buckle at the strong resistance, hand gripping down on the metal railing to hold yourself steady so you don't fall off.

Eightnineten! Ok. Fuck. No. You're good. Fuck this! He's not going to come.

If he didn’t come when you climbed over, he's not going to turn up now.

You briefly let go of the railing with one hand, adjusting your grip so you can climb back to safety. The sun beating down on your back disappears and is eaten up by a large and looming shadow. Every hair on the back of your neck prickles in warning.

Your reaction is too slow, you don't even have time to turn around to see what caused it. Then all you hear is an angry booming voice right next to your ear.

"Have you lost your goddamned mind?!"

You panic, flinging out your hand to catch the bar, but the hard metal of the railings isn't there anymore.

There is a sharp metallic snap. The safety rope around your waist splits from the hasp.

He’s calling your name.

The world tilts and everything goes upside down along with it. Your stomach sinks with a sickening plummet, legs dropping through into zero gravity as you find yourself staring up at the blue and endless New York sky.

Then you're falling from the Chrysler building.

Again.

Fuck!

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ptergwen · 2 years

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could you maybe do one where peter accidentally climbs into the readers window after a long night of being spiderman but then watched the reader sleep and immediately falls in love?

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peter can hardly keep his eyes open as he climbs the wall of his apartment building. he’s just finished spider-manning for the night, and he’s exhausted. patrol has been busy lately. a long and loud yawn escapes him, his eyes beginning to droop closed. he can’t even be bothered to keep them open as he crawls up the wall.

relying solely on his muscle memory, which is enhanced thanks to his spider abilities, peter stops when he reaches his bedroom window. or, what he guesses is his bedroom window. he pushes it up, then the screen, then squeezes himself inside and lands on the floor with a thud.

peter pulls off his mask and makes a beeline to his bed, only to find that someone is already in it. he can’t see who because they’re facing the other way. his tired mind must be playing tricks on him. he rubs the sleepiness out of his eyes, but when he opens them, they’re still there.

“what the hell?”

he takes a look around his room to make sure everything else is still in order. his confusion only grows upon doing so. none of his furniture or decor is here, it’s all been replaced by someone else’s.

the logical part of peter’s mind then kicks in. this isn’t his room, it’s yours. he must have stopped a window too early… or too late. either way, he’s in the wrong apartment. so much for his enhanced senses.

peter slaps his forehead with a gloved hand, mumbling to himself.

“stupid, so stupid. why would you-“

you start to stir. you switch to your other side, smushing your face into your pillow. the sight of you instantly melts peter’s heart. even though he can only see part of your face, you’re so pretty. his eyes become doe-like, lips parting in awe of you.

peter comes closer and crouches down in front of you. he tries to make out every detail of your face in the darkness of your room. he knows it’s wrong, and sort of creepy. he shouldn’t even be here. he can’t help himself, though. and, it was an honest mistake.

the best mistake.

you hum in your sleep, and the sound of your voice is music to peter’s ears. he coos quietly.

“gosh, you’re cute.”

peter wonders how he hasn’t seen you around the building before. he would definitely remember if he had. he needs to meet you, has to, but preferably when you aren’t asleep. the only problem is he doesn’t know who you are, or anything about you for that matter. he doesn’t even know your name.

but karen might.

peter puts his mask back on and awakes his artificial intelligence.

“karen?”

“yes, peter?”

“could you identify her?”

“yes, peter. stand by for biometric scan.”

karen uses the identification software built into peter’s spider suit.

“individual identified. y/n y/l/n, no known aliases. her information should be displayed above.”

your name, a photo of you, and the rest of your basics are assembled into a profile for peter to access.

“thanks, karen. you’re the best.”

“you’re welcome, peter.”

peter makes sure to save your profile. he yawns again, and it’s then that he remembers how tired he is. he should go before he wakes you, anyway. he’d hate to disturb your sleep.

he slowly rises to his feet and starts to back away from your bed, heading to the window. he jumps up onto the windowsill, grabbing at the window frame to balance himself and turning back to take one last look at you. you’re still fast asleep, and absolutely angelic, cuddled into your covers. peter can’t wait to meet you properly.

“see you later, y/n.”

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yandereaffections · 1 year

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Peter Parker Masterlist (MCU)

this boy is gonna have a whole post just for himself cause damn

The Spider Boy

Headcannons

Pinning

14 and 46 with Peter Parker

“Dont you love me?”

“I’ll ruin you if I ever see you talking to my love again”

“I sent you more gifts! do you like them?”

Not Crushes Soul Mate

Comforting recently broken up Crush

Pretending to be a couple

Copycat trying to court Crush

Valentines Day

Yandere Copycat

Bullied S/o

Oblivious crush

S/o that loves Physical Affection

Panic attack comfort

S/o who doesnt believe in marriage

jealous cause the kissing scenes in your preforming play

Happy Birthday

Trying to get S/os parents approval

S/o with invisibility power

S/o with a bad home life

Aunt May finding out Peter kidnapped S/o

Kidnapping headcannons

Peter coming into S/os dimension via Movie

S/o who ran away/Disappeared

S/os a mermaid

starting college before him

Teenage pregnancy

Scary movie marathon

Pumpkin Carving contest

Married in LA

Zombie Apocalypse

S/o being frightened from watching horror movies alone

Post Infinity War, Ghost! Peter

First meeting, stalking, and taking pictures of Crush

S/o w/ superiority Complex

S/os the daughter of Tony Stark

Queen S/o

The type of Photos Peter will have of S/o

photoshoping himself into pictures with S/o

Manipulative S/o

“Dont say youre lonely, you have me!”

Halloween HC

“i love you, and ill do anything to prove it”

Body image issues

Yandere Crush

Dealing with another Yandere whose after you

crushs a weeb

Youtuber S/o

S/os protective best friend

Joining the side of his Villain S/o

Jealous cause S/o likes WWE

S/o whose close with their family

Touch starved S/o

“dont run away from me”+ “i need you”

Movie Star S/o

S/o who loves to be doted on

Movie Star S/o prt2

Jealous caused youre shipped with others

Being separated in classes

Jealous cause S/os spending more time with Ned

Jealous because of S/os protective, clingy Little sister

S/os parents finding out about his yandere traits

Youtuber! Peter obsessing over S/o

S/os friends trying to separate you

Someone else asks S/o to be their Valentine first

S/os father, Tony, not liking peter

Workaholic S/o

Popular S/o

Vampire S/o who feels bad for feeding

Touch starved Peter

Straight Forward S/o

S/o with a terrifying Father

Relaxing w/ you after Spiderman duties

S/o who finally escapes

Athletic S/o

Thinking your cheating

S/o who constantly loses her glasses

Druggie S/o

Childish Drunk S/o

S/o being taken advantage of

Jealous of your friendly Teacher

S/o hiding her chest

S/o Hiding behind him

Comforting Workaholic S/o

Constantly tired S/o

S/o who stalks, takes pictures, and steals peters underware

Trying to break up with Peter

Proposing to Peter

Suddenly jumping on peter for a piggy back ride

Taking a depression nap

Someon flirting with Naive S/o

Selfless Kidnapped S/o

S/os Parents disapprove of the relationship

Short S/o struggling to keep eyecontact

Fighting anyone who bullies peter

Online Crush coming to visit

pyromaniac S/o

Recharging after Finals

Villain S/o dating Peter to kill him

Stoping Server Workaholic S/o

Stopping S/o from fighting

Another yandere kidnapping S/o

S/os Suicide TW

S/o with acrylic nails

Pregnant S/o running away

Getting better score than Peter after he Tutored you

Surprised by how muscular Peter is

S/os a unknown Hero

Peter paranoid at S/os birthday party planning

Stalker S/o forgetting to turn of their cameras Flash

S/o that does archery

Voice actress + Cosplayer S/o

S/o coming to America for College

S/o on her period

S/o asking for tech help at ungodly hours

Emotionally immature affectionate S/o

Sterile S/o

Someone trying to get your pantie shot

Intimidating but sweet S/o

S/o whos chill with Peters yandere traits

Player S/o

S/o with negative affiliations

Learning Sign Language to Adopt a deaf child

Bad, corny pickup lines

College S/o bringing back gifts from their Home Land

embroidery w/ S/o

Avengers finding kidnapped S/o

Gamer Rage S/o

What kind of parent Peter is

S/o accidentally revealing their powers

S/o being harassed because of “Thin Privilege”

S/o Shuting down when kidnapped

Autistic S/o

Tourist Crush

Comforting S/o whose parents are divorcing

S/o who loves to do calligraphy

S/o who Friendzones everything

S/o hacking into Stark Industries

Gluten allergy S/o

Pissed S/o punching a whole in the wall

Starving Succubus S/o

The Purge + Hunted down

S/o whos not allowed to celebrate Halloween

S/o who is immune to Incubus Peter

Kuudere S/o + Haunted House

Overworked S/o due to parents

Stockholm S/o with a Crippling phobia of the outside world

Monster fucker S/o being disappointed she wasnt kidnapped by a Orc

Saying a Werewolf pun to Werewolf Peter

Kidnapped S/o asking for videogames

Stockholm S/o with a Crippling phobia of the outside world PRT2

Werewolf S/o

S/o that can bring dolls to life

Bad Necromancer S/o

Telepathic S/o

Demon S/o

Escaped Naga S/o

Monster S/o Attacking peter

S/o who speaks in older languages the angrier they get

S/o having a breakdown

S/o who is secretly a DJ

Going to halloween party with Dullahan S/o

Exhausted yard worker S/o

S/o not caring for their birthday anymore

Finding out S/os a harpy

Finding S/os sleeping on the streets

People Pleaser S/os friend commits suicide TW

Tsundere S/o

S/o being upset for what peter did in their dream

S/o sneaking out to go Black Friday shopping

S/o staying home for their birthday

Knowing Spidermans peter when he saves S/o

Android S/o finally showing a huge step in affectiom

S/o just moving to NY

S/o escaping to go to McDonalds

Independent Crush in a Zombie Apocalypse

Immortal S/o pranking people in brutal ways

“What if we ran away together, JK kidding… Unless?”

Crush trying to get peter and their friend together

Stalking S/o to their safety

S/o has hyphema

Darlings brothers are terrifying

S/o sneaking out to star gaze

Murdering someone S/o knows

Yandere S/o not liking Aunt May

Witch S/o giving peter a magic Romba

Artist Male S/o gifting peter a portrait of Uncle Ben

Kuundere S/os parents not supporting them

Cat girl/boy S/o

‘Dead’ s/o being found

Dotting on stressed peter

Succubus eating off of affection rather than lust

Bullied s/o fighting back

S/o who acts like a cat when they want his attention

S/os name is hard to pronounce

Yandere letters

1st generation immigrant S/o who isnt good at English

Bratty S/o

Drider

S/o has a friend thats basically their kid

S/o who forgets to eat

S/o who forgets to sleep

Joining S/o in gym

Darling with Fainting spells

S/o who forgets to take their meds

Depressed darling comfort

S/o addicted to monster energy drinks

Izuku Midoriya vs Peter Parker

S/os obsessed w/ space

Keeping naive S/o out of trouble

Male s/o that flirts alot

Motherly S/o

Hunted down by Werewolf peter

Aro S/o who loves physical affection

Pleasing

Pleasing prt2

NS FW alphabet A-Z

Sub Peter w/ Male S/o

Creampied w/ Male S/o

NS FW headcannons

Using your underwear

Jerking off in S/os bed when theyre away

Watching S/o masturbate through closet door

Omega peter convincing that hes a worthy mate. slightly NS FW

Breeding + Submissive

Breeding kink

Worked up in the middle of school

NON-CON Breeding kink

Sexually frustrated S/o

Sitting on Peters face

Indulging Male S/os dirty fantasy’s of Spiderman

Soulmate + Somnophilia

Sensory deprivation w/ Sub Peter

Somnophilia HC

Naga Peter NS FW HC

Somnophilia w/ male s/o

sending him sexy pics

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sourcherryandsprinkles · 1 year

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MARVEL CHARACTERS MASTERLIST

* = smut

MCU!PETER PARKER

Boxing lessons Stark!Reader

Tony asks Peter to gives you boxing lessons. Little did they know, you are not as defenseless as they thought

The forbidden Avenger Stark!Reader

It’s difficult to have alone time with Peter at the Avengers compound. When everyone goes away on a mission, you take invite Peter over and act on your feelings

Good morning

You and Peter wake up together and have a lazy morning

Have yourself a merry little Christmas

Peter and May are invited to the Starks’ Christmas party. On the planning: lies, matching outfits and a little bit of sadness

I could never give you peace

Peter laments the lack of stability he can offer his lover and the danger his other identity puts her in (inspired by Peace by Taylor Swift)

I’ll always come back to you Stark!Reader

Peter returns after the blip

I’ll keep you safe Stark!Reader

You look out for Peter during the battle with Molten Man

Late nights sneaking in your bed Hogan!Reader

When Peter and May temporarily move in with you and Happy, you go against your dad’s rules and sneak Peter into your room at night

Maybe this trip wasn’t so bad

You and Peter sneak out for a date during the Europe trip

My baby’s fit like a daydream

Peter gets a new body from training with the Avengers. You like it - a lot

My friends gets annoyed by how much I talk about you

You talk about Peter to your friends a little too much

Now I wake up by your side

You found your way back to Peter after the memory spell

Spider kiss

Peter surprised you at your window

Uncharted territories *

You and Peter explore each other’s bodies while May is out

Want some help? *

Peter gets a little excited after training. You offer your help

What am I supposed to do if there’s no you

May dies. You find Peter on the school’s roof and comfort him

Wherever you stray, I follow

Happy go get Peter in the Netherlands and you play nurse

TOM HOLLAND

King of my heart (multi-part) Co-Star!Reader

You get the role of MJ for the new Spiderman movie…aka, the classic trope of co-stars falling for each other

King of social media

Tom makes a mistake and post a private video on his Instagram Story

Puppy pictures

You accidentally send Tom NSFW pictures while he’s at work

Surprise Spider!

You surprise Tom at a convention and dress up as Black Cat

That’s my man

Tom flashes his pants-less bottom half on live TV

Tom’s new girl

Tom has a surprise for you when you come home

LOKI LAUFEYSON

Stark's sister Tony's sister!Reader

You and Loki sneak to the bathroom during one of Tony's parties

#peter parker #peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader #peter parker x stark!reader #loki laufeyson x reader #loki laufeyson #loki layfeyson imagine #marvel #marvel imagine #tom!peter parker x reader #tom!peter parker

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kaivenom · 2 months

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Kai Venom's Masterlist

This masterlist will have all of the fandoms and then you can enter the specific one you like.

Having in mind that this blog is relatively new, there will be a lot of blank spaces on the masterlist for now, but i hope that we can fill it up, in some time.

Under the fandom, there will be the characters i write for, but you can always try to request something new (i am full on with surprises).

New fandoms and characters will be added will be added.

Cobra Kai

Miguel Díaz

Robby Keene

Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz

Demetri Alexopoulos

Johnny Lawrence

Daniel Larruso

Dc Comics

Bruce Wayne "Batman"

Dick Grayson "Nightwing"

Jason Todd "Red Hood"

Damian Wayne "Robin"

Tim Drake "Red Robin"

Conner Kent

Jonathan Kent

Clark Ken "Superman"

Barry Allen "Flash"

Wally West "Kid Flash"

Nate Heywood "Steel"

Rick Flag

Christopher Smith "Peacemaker"

Adrian Chase "Vigilante"

George Harkness "Captain Boomerang"

Billy Batson "Shazam"

Descentants

Ben Florian

Harry Hook

Gil

Carlos D Vil

Jay

Harry Potter World

Harry Potter

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Ominis Gaunt

Sebastian Sallow

Garreth Weasley

Heartbreak High

Spencer "Spider" White

Anthony "Ant" Vaughn

Douglas "Cash" Piggott

Malakai Mitchell

Dusty Reid

Jujutsu Kaisen

Itadori Yuuji

Sukuna Ryomen

Nanami Kento

Megumi Fushiguro

Toji Fushiguro

Gojo Satoru

Choso

Julie and the phantoms

Luke Patterson

Reggie Peters

Marvel

Spiderman (the 3 versions)

Miguel O'hara

Steve Rogers "Captain America"

Tony Stark "Ironman"

Quicksilver (the 2 versions)

Peter Quill "Starlord"

Loki

Thor

Bucky "Winter Soldier"

Stephen Strange "Dr. Strange"

Venom/Eddie Brock

Moon Knight

Ciclops

Angel

Havok

One Piece

Monkey D. Luffy

Roronoa Zoro

Vinsmoke Sanji

Ussop

Trafalgar Law

Eustass Kidd

Killer

Dracule Mihawk

Sir Crocodile

Donquixote Doflamingo

Portgas D. Ace

Sabo

Outer Banks

JJ Maybank

Rafe Cameron

Slashers

Bowers Gang

Ghostface

Sinclair brothers (from House of Wax)

Stranger things

Garreth Emerson

Eddie Munson

Steve Harrington

Billy Hargrove

Supernatural

Sam Winchester

Dean Winchester

Gabriel "The Trickster"

Jack Kline

Castiel

The umbrella academy

Five Hargreeves

Klaus Hargreeves

Diego Hargreeves

Ben Hargreeves

Vikings

Ivar the boneless

Ubbe Ragnarson

Hvitserk Ragnarson

Bjorn Ironside

Sigurd Ragnarson

#blog intro #introduction #masterlist

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1donoow · 11 months

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MCU REC

PT.6

......

♡ - smut

Most of them are fluff

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<a/n>i somewhat explain why there's alot in my pin post

frank castle

kurt wagner

warren worthington

pavitr prabhakar

miles morales

peter parker

eddie 'venom' brock

peter(pietro) maximoff

tony stark

druig

kate bishop

moon knight

frank castle

@that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main - frank castle w/ archer daughter

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kurt wagner

@takenbypeter - stick to the plan

@jiabeewrites - awkward first meeting (batsis!reader)

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warren worthington

@tomhiddelstonandzaynmalik - a touch starved warren would include

- dating warren would include

@blueeyedheizer - don't go please, I can't lose you

@warrenworthingtoniii - ___

@alexs-ummers - dating soft warren hc

@scarletwidowvibes - mating season

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pavitr prabhakar

@fazblaster - hc

@strawbeelemonade - romantic hc

@thatonesimpforlegiteveryman - s/o being in a different world

@spiderthesenutz - introducing you to the spider community

- ___ (superhero!reader)

- relationship hc

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miles morales

@bomber-grl - dating miles morales hc

@prismuffin - You knew it was going to snow today, right?(male!reader)

@strawbeelemonade - being miles’ best friend but also your a bit insane

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peter parker

@cosmal - doughnuts

@bruisedboys - clumsy

@ichorai - spiderling (stark!reader)

@alisonwritesimagines - naps in the quinjet (stark!reader)

@nightwingsbunda - puppy love (stark!reader)

@belxveds - seduction through science

@waitimcomingtoo - stolen moments

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eddie 'venom' brock

@trianglesimp - ___♡(spiderman!reader)

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peter(pietro) maximoff

@maximoffs-girl - peter maximoff with a ballerina s/o

- Peter having a crush with an accent

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tony stark (daughter!reader)

@spideyyboii - being tony stark's daughter

@justyouraverage-simp - yucky

@naddybln -Imagine being Tony Starks daughter hc

@allthings-sandy - stark

@specialagentlokitty - sorry

@moonlit-imagines - tony finding out you have electrokinesis

@fool-who-dreams - shrink

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druig

@siempre-bucky - tug

@padf00ts-l0ver - ___ (stark! reader)

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kate bishop

@starshipsofstarlord - dating kate bishop would include

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moon knight

@ivonhart - the moon chapter 1

@marc-spectorr - moon boys reacting to reader wearing black widow's outfit

@juneknight - dozing

@plethora-of-imagines - going to a beach with the moon boys

@foreverinadais - painted nails

@book-place - chaotic normalcy

- meet fatherhood (child!reader)

@jake-g-lockley - the light of my knight masterlist

- meet cute

@girlwithwolftatoo - moon boys + a turned into a child reader

- moon boys with a violinist reader

- How would the moon boys react to a superpowered/mutant reader

@autmism - friendly neighborhood gift-shopist (teen!reader)

@howaboutcastiel - moon boys reacting to their cis girlfriend

@moonxknightx - is that my sweater?

- you are like art

@loki-hargreeves - falling

@scarab-ofmoonknight - i got you,babe

@crestfallen-dameron - sweater paws

@dilfs-bitch - innocent ♡

@shadystarlightgentlemen - The Moon Boy’s React to You Calling Them “My Life” in Their First/Second Language

#masterlist #mcu rec #frank castle x reader #kurt wagner x reader #warren worthington iii x reader #pavitr prabhakar x reader #miles morales x reader #peter parker x reader #eddie brock x reader #peter maximoff x reader #tony stark x reader #druig x reader #kate bishop x reader #moon knight x reader

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ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused · 1 year

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DAY TWENTY-FIVE: Lost w/ Peter Parker

a/n: As much as wish that I could be on time with this challenge, I've just been so tired lately. I'm trying my best! And since I'm trying to do a 25 Days of Christmas challenge, requests will remain closed until then! To the people who have already sent me requests, I'm trying my best to get to them, but I haven't been feeling motivated lately, and finding the photos are a large pain in my ass, so they might alternate between another style.

masterlist | comfortember masterlist | AO3

TAGLIST: @alina02 @louderfortheback @minervadashwood @their-love

Secrets. You had always hated them, avoided telling them, and you were good at pointing them out, so how Peter being Spiderman slipped under your radar for as long as it did baffled you. He had portrayed himself as this cute tech nerd with barely any friends, a kid that no one bothered to get to know even though he was the sweetest guy you think you had ever met.

So it was safe to say that he was easy to fall in love with, to his curls all the way to his shyness, Peter Parker was who you wanted. You had flirted, expressed your interest, hell, even almost confessed to him, nothing could tame the confusion when you had seen him swing into his window, tearing off his mask to reveal a beat up face. You were supposed to study with him, but then, you weren't so sure. He wasn't aware that you were even there until he turned around, where he was quick to try and give you a stuttery explanation, but you didn't want to hear it.

There was too much going on around you and inside of your head, like you were getting yelled at by a crowd of people, like you were being held under water as you rushed out of his room. It was safe to say his aunt May was going to give him a piece of her mind for scaring off such a cute girl like you.

You hadn't seen him or talked to him since then, constantly avoiding all communication until you could get your ducks in a row. It was like you had everything figured out until you didn't, you felt lost, like everything you had known was a total lie.

Who else knew about this? Did MJ and Ned know about Spiderman? We're they lying to you too?

There were too many things that went unanswered, even though you so desperately needed them to be, because there was a war waging inside of your heart and your brain. You wanted to hate Peter, you wanted to despise him for lying to you, for making a fool out of you, for making you question whether or not the Peter you fell in love with was the real him. On the other hand, you couldn't be mad at him, a part of you understood the reason why he kept his identity hidden from you, he saved your city, hell, he knew the Avengers, he didn't need to risk telling the wrong person.

You knew that if you were to face him again, your heart would win over your head, but it seems as though Peter had already made that decision for you.

A knock sounded on your bedroom window, turning your head, your eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets as you saw the man in the red and blue suit. You huffed, quickly getting off of your bed and cracking the window open.

"What are you doing here, Peter?" You asked harshly. You didn't need to see his face to know that he winched at the tone of your voice. "I— I wanted to explain everything to you!" He was quick to say, remaining hunched over awkwardly. "I already told you, I'm not interested in anything that you have to say." You went to close your window, but a small web shot out of his wrist, solidifying it open. "Please?" Peter whispered. You wanted to cry you into letting him in, watching as he took your silent consent, climbing through the opening.

You watched as he gently took his mask off, his face void of any cuts and injuries as he stared at you with guilt swimming in his irises.

"I uh— so there's this spider that uh— bit me and then I kind of became spiderman then Mr. Stark had asked me to join the Avengers, but I said no! I uh— I just help around, sometimes.." His words got less confident, less sped up as he searched your face for a reaction. "But I didn't want you to look at me any differently, because.. because I like you and I didn't want to drive you away. I wanted you to like me for me, Peter."

You sighed, your chest deflating as your face softened. You approached him slowly, Peter still unsure as he looked at you through his eyelashes.

His body froze as you placed your hands on his cheeks, your soft thumb caressing the supple flesh.

"Peter," You breathed out with a small, sad smile, "I would never have looked at you differently. I mean— yeah, you're like a superhero, but so what? I met you, Peter Parker, the cute boy in my English class, the one sat with Ned and the girl that never talked to anyone. I fell in love with you, not Spiderman. I— I understand why you kept this from me, but— I would've appreciated a little.. I don't know, consideration?" It was as though the spark was electrified back into his eyes at your confession. "You like me back?" His voice squeaked. You laughed softly, "Is that all you took away from this?" He shook his head, his hand quickly grabbing yours that rested on his face.

"Yes, no! I— I'm sorry too, about lying." A thick air settled over the two of you.

"It's okay, Peter," You pecked his lips, "It's okay." You reaffirmed once more, grinning at the blush that painted his skin.

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inneedofsupervision · 4 months

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Masterlist

Here you can find all the fanfics I have written. Feel free to reboot, like and comment on whatever you enjoyed reading. You can find all of them on Ao3 too.

Short Info: All relationships in my fics are strongly platonic and without sexual themes unless explicitly stated otherwise.

Marvel

So, you got Detention - Lee! Peter Parker / Ler! Steve Rogers (Read on Ao3)

Hey Mister Villain - Lee! Peter Parker / Ler! Tony Stark (Read on Ao3)

The Big Bad Wolf And The Itsy Bitsy Spider - Lee! Peter Parker / Ler! Bucky (Read on Ao3)

Suit Up - Lee! Peter Parker / Ler! Ned (Read on Ao3)

No Spilling Secrets - Lee! Peter Parker / Ler! Clint, Sam, Bucky (Read on Ao3)

Non-Tickle Fics

Marvel

An Enemy? A Friend? No, just your friendly neighborhood Spiderman.

Chapter: 1, 2, 3

Summary:

Are the Avengers a Team? Yes. Are they on good terms? Not necessarily. Has the public caught up on that? Maybe a little. When Fury sends the team on the mission to investigate the identity of New York's favorite vigilante, they have to learn to work as a team and not damage their already battered image. Or, the story of how the Avengers have to earn the public's trust back with the help of a certain crime fighting Spider.

(Read on Ao3)

#masterlist #marvel fanfic #marvel tickle fic #tickling #spiderman #peter parker #ticklish! peter parker #avengers fanfiction #the avengers #steve rogers #captain america #clint barton #hawkeye #sam wilson #falcon #bucky barnes #winter soldier #tony stark #iron man

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dimepdf · 2 years

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𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒. + 𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐑

masterlist. / taglist. / any request? synopsis. who knew that saving the fate of the universe with your best friend would lead to you discovering different multiverse versions of him?

pairing. andrew!peter parker x reader

word count. 6.1k

genre and warnings. mostly movie canon, none gender specific reader, strong language, movie canon violence, strict parents, age gap(?), height difference, bisexual Peter | — literally just straight fluff, giving andrew!peter the comfort he needs.

There you sat in your usual local coffee shop, the cafe you would linger inside with your backpack occupying the seat across from you.

The strong stench of brewed coffee and stale bread lingered in the air as your homework sat idly scattered about on the table, accompanied by your ancient MacBook that was poorly decorated with stickers you had ordered when you were in middle school.

Sitting with your elbow perched on the surface of the table, your chin resting comfortably in the palm of your hand.

Your fingers lightly drumming against the soft of your cheek, lips pouted as your other hand danced against the touchpad of your laptop music sounding through your earbuds.

Scrolling through college scholarship information, Ned and Peter had emailed you in hopes of getting you interested in attending the dream college they all planned.

The boys made an offer to help you search for programs and courses that you would also like to complete alongside theirs, not wanting you to feel left behind as they had drastically different hobbies than you did. It comes as no surprise that you were never really much of a math or science guy.

So your two best friends help you as much as they can with the whole "college application" thing. It was also their first time doing the rundown of applying for scholarships with their sparkling clean-looking grades.

At the very least, you had a long history of sports to make you look good on paper.

Though you were in a drastically different cliche than your friend group, you were still really close with everyone. You were close enough to know that Spiderman was your best friend, Peter Parker. Of course, you had to force the information out of Ned, who struggled to keep secrets from you as it was.

You were tired of feeling left out during the awkward period that the two teenage boys would whisper about to themselves, sharing glances and excluding you from things after school, stumbling to make valid excuses around the Stark internship.

It only took a surprise ambush and rushed into Peter’s bedroom while he was off guard to see him all dressed up in his super suit. The worst that you were expecting was to catch him during "alone time".

Trying to wrap your head around the fact that the reason that your friends were being shady was all just because Peter was Spider-Man and he was out and about being an Avenger right under your nose.

Your idle reading was interrupted quite quickly. From the side of your eye, you caught glimpses of the mounted TV showing important news about Spiderman.

You wouldn't think much of it at first, being used to having a secretly famous best friend, but what unsettled you a bit was the random couple that slammed open the door of the cafe in a strange rush.

The male apologized for his partner's aggressiveness as she waved at the barista in a hurried distraught. "Yo, they're talking about Spiderman. Gotta turn it up."

As your heart dropped, the barista, along with everyone else that was startled in the small cafe, turned their attention towards the two small flat screens. As the volume was turned up, the room fell into still silence. You tugged on both earbuds to get a better listen.

“Spiderman’s name is Peter Parker.”

The announcement was enough to make you shoot up from your chair. Your eyes widened as Peter’s school picture was shown on national television, not only being exposed as a superhero but also being linked to murdering Mysterio.

It only took your mind a moment to fully process everything as J.J. Jameson’s voice seemed to echo through your head like an annoying song being stuck on a loop, your hands trembling as your body switched to autopilot.

Slamming your laptop closed and stuffing your belongings back into your backpack. Obviously, you had also swiped all of the cafe's packets of salt and sugar along with your homework and notebooks.

Your fingers were fumbling to unlock your phone screen as you pushed your way outside along the public sidewalk. It seemed like everyone outside had gotten the news as well.

On the street where you were reacting to the news of Spider-Man's identity being revealed, You could only feel panic as you dialed Peter’s number, his number going straight to voicemail as you hurried down the street.

You did not notice that you were already traveling in the direction of Peter’s home until you recognized the flash of red and blue swinging in the air alongside the small mob of people pushing past you to follow the masked boy that swung through the streets in a hurry.

Your phone vibrated in your hands. You could only watch as people ran to follow Peter from the ground, glancing at the caller ID for only a second before answering.

You practically screamed into your phone, "Ned, are you seeing this shit?"

To say that the weekend had erupted into chaos wasn’t enough to describe the following weekend when everyone had found out about Peter’s identity. In just the short span of two days, your life was flipped upside down.

The moment that your parents found out about your involvement with Peter, let alone a superhero, they went into strict mode.

Your parents were lecturing you on who you should involve yourself with.

Your mother was screaming at you for being so reckless, putting your life at stake, taking your phone away just so you could cut all contact from your friend group, and grounding you from leaving the house, along with pulling you from school for the week just so they could keep a close eye on you until the news settled down.

The FBI knocking on your door only adds more fire to your parent's overprotective flame. The two detectives settled into your family room as they questioned you and confiscated all of your devices.

You were slightly more revealing that you had the advantage of having your mother by your side. As they tried to intimidate you with their questions, as any mother would, yours was quick to defend your public image.

Her words paint you as a clear victim being roped into your friend’s antics, saying how you were clearly just a hopeless child being forced into hanging out with them.

"My baby would never do anything that stupid to endanger their life. They barely even knows how to wash their clothes. What makes you think they would even, let alone help a murderer?" Your lips curved into a tight smile as your mother spoke to you, not knowing that her words would catch the limelight of the news about Peter.

Her words were bolded in headlines as yet another story stuck in the news about Peter being the sole mastermind that managed to swindle you, MJ, and Ned into his secret killer spider cult, portraying your entire friend group as victims.

"Well, until we go out to college, I’m practically grounded." You sighed, leaning against the counter.

Your parents only allowed you to leave the house for basketball practice since everything had bubbled over.

You were happy that your parents didn't know much about your practice schedule or the fact that your coach and the entire team had practically shunned you the moment news was spread about you.

Instead, you used the time to turn the corner and hang out with everyone during MJ’s shaft, which was practically the only time that you were able to talk to your friends since your mother had forbidden you from seeing them again.

"And when we get into MIT, we better move in together. If I have to deal with my parents hovering any longer, I swear I’m going to lose it." You sat across from MJ as she stood dressed in her uniform, a bright blue button-up dress, her arms covered by her white long-sleeved undershirt to keep her warm.

"And what if we don't get in?" As she wiped down the counter, MJ’s wariness about the entire situation was evident. The spillover of everything felt like a thick thundercloud looming over your friends.

It had been a difficult few weeks for all of you, being linked to Peter ruining not only your reputation in the city but also leaking into your personal life every college opportunity that you sought out, slamming the door on you the second they would do a background search. You could only sigh at the question, not wanting to think about the worst.

"I think it’s at least nice to have hope." Your moping mood quickly changed as a small smile replaced the frown on your lips, Ned interrupting with his overbearingly positive outlook on everything, chiding MJ’s negativity.

When Peter crawled up to your bedroom window in the middle of the day, asking for you to come with him.

It only took your moment to jump from your desk and stumble down the stairs to lie to your mother about how you had forgotten about the couch and needed you to stay a bit longer for practice to catch up on not being in school for a while.

Once you had slipped out of the front door with your gym bag tucked under your arm, hiding the bag in a bush as Peter broke down everything on why he needed everyone’s help along the way, but what you were more interested in was the mentions of the so-called "wizard".

You had heard many stories from Peter about his adventures of practically being an Avenger that you and Ned would soak up the moment he would tell you guys, but there was something different about being acutely involved in helping him and helping him firsthand that made you a bit more nervous.

Which was why you couldn't keep your hands off of anything the moment you stepped foot into the Sanctum Sanctorum. You felt like you were a child on a field trip the moment you stepped foot into the ancient building.

You struggled a bit to find your footing as your sneakers crunched under the thick layer of snow on the floor.

You looked around the room in almost the same amount of amazement as Ned, just slightly more confused since you didn't really know much background about the building's history and just thought it was a big and cool-looking building that had a cool-looking wizard guy inside.

"I’m so sorry for dragging you guys into this, but you just got to help me find these guys." Peter’s voice echoed through the building as he explained.

You and Ned were not paying much attention as you pulled him by the elbow of his jacket towards a table for cool-looking trinkets that lay on top of a desk covered in snow.

You picked up one of the books that lay about, not really understanding the scribbles of whatever language it was titled in, still flipping through the pages, your brows frowning at the odd drawings and symbols that littered the pages before setting it back down.

"So how did the bad guys get here?" Ned asked as you turned around to gesture in agreement to his question, also curious.

Before Peter could open his mouth Steven answered everyone's attention, turning to the older man as he traveled up the grand staircase.

"He screwed up a spell trying to get you into college." His voice echoed in the room as it took you a moment to fully process what was said. It only took a second for MJ and Ned to bombard Peter with questions.

"No, that was after. Let's just focus on the good news, okay?" Peter answered nervously.

"No," Steven interrupted the teenagers looming over them all, not bothering to hide his obvious annoyance with the situation. "Let's just focus on the bad news."

Your brow quivered in confusion as your arms crossed over your chest as the man continued to speak.

"As of now, you have detected zero multiversal trespassers, so get on your phones, scour the internet, and... Scooby-Doo this shit." MJ was the first to bite back, given her strong attitude, clearing her throat as the attention shifted over to her.

"You're telling us what to do even though it was your spell that got screwed up, meaning that all of this was kind of your mess." MJ gestured as Steven tilted his head at her words.

"You know, I know a couple of magic words myself, starting with the word please." She finished as everyone turned their heads to glance up at Steven, his brows shifting as he gave a face surprisingly following suit to her request.

"Please, Scooby-Doo this shit." He asked, giving a forced smile, "You can work in the undercroft." He added the wet sound of his boots against the snow, departing as he turned and walked away.

“The undercroft?” Ned spoke with excitement.

Peter guided the group down to the basement, standing at the doorway as Ned was the one to take the lead, most excited to see what was lying in the dark room.

His hands reached up to tug on the light switch as the room's contents revealed themselves under the dim yellow bulb.

"Now I know I'm not a wizard or anything, but isn't this just the basement?" You uttered, as Ned gaped at the things scattered about.

"Guys, listen about this whole spell thing—" Peter spoke as your eyes widened as Ned smiled at you, showing off the dusty crossbow in his hands.

"It's totally okay." MJ interrupted, clearing Peter of any worry, the brunette glancing at her in a slight surprise that she was the one to easily clear his worries.

"Yeah, I mean, I get it you were trying to fix things, and so maybe just try to run it by us next time, you know?" MJ comforted him.

"Pete, if you're ever going to do the whole 'making a decision that involves my friends or could affect the world' thing, you should ask for some opinions first so we can help you, you know man." You added, as MJ pointed out in agreement.

"Deal," Peter agreed, his face filled with gratitude for the friendship he shared with you two. "Ned?"

"Oh, dude, I don’t care. It’s seriously not a big deal." He concluded, mostly more interested in the new things that lay about in the basement, his attention completely taken up by the crossbow still in his grasp.

"Oh, a torture rack!" he exclaimed, hurrying towards the tall object.

“That is a pilates machine.”

After being introduced to the multiverse of bad guys that had broken into your timeline, the group searched the internet for any more mysterious beings that seemed to come from a different universe.

Through police reports, Ned managed to locate one more monster. The plan to capture him was seemingly stable until the unexpected happened, capturing not only one but two villains during one mission.

Along with being introduced to a scrawny crazy white guy, one that muttered your name or at least a variant of your name when you introduced yourself, along with MJ.

To say that the day that unfolded was different wasn't enough to describe how absolutely confused you were that the entire thing had unfolded.

New information has been discovered that the villains that were captured were just people that were just about to die the moment that they had been teleported to your timeline.

You had to admit it was sad seeing the men struggle with the news that they were all fated to die just to save your timeline.

You were proud that Peter, who betrayed Steven, snatched the magic cube and decided to save the men instead of just allowing them to die.

The new plan was a little beyond your comprehension or understanding, but what mattered most was that you got the point: protect the magic box thingy at all costs.

The haven that you guys decided to settle in was Ned’s home. Lola welcomed you guys in with no questions the moment you lifted the cube in sight.

You had passed the time while waiting by watching the news and keeping an eye on Peter via whatever you could find on the internet.

Your heart was pounding with worry all day, not only because night had fallen on your best friend, but also because you knew the moment you stepped foot inside your house, your parents would do more than just ground you for sneaking out.

As you all sat around the dinner table, eyes glued to the television, as the news went on about some explosion, it only worried your friends more, as all they could do was hug their phones and wait for some type of signal from Peter.

"I’m going to press it." MJ sighed, glancing at the cube. You leaned up against the dining room chair, glancing at the woman in worry.

"Maybe he just needs more time." You offered. Not wanting to think of the worst about Peter’s plan, you hoped that whenever Peter was that he was still alive.

"I know he told me to wait, but I'm going to do it." MJ settled.

"I just wish we could see him." Ned sighed, gesturing, a spark catching everyone's attention in the room as the mood quickly shifted.

"I just wish we could see Peter." Ned tried once more to copy the gestures that he would see Steven Strange do, balling his fist and circling his other hand that wore the ring. In front of you, in thin air, appeared a slicing orange circle, tracing out the environment of an alleyway.

Inside of the circle stood a dark figure, hard to make out. All you could see was the familiar spandex suit as everyone called out to him. He was practically waving to get his attention.

It seemed like the moment he had noticed something felt off. Your eyes squinted as the masked figure stepped closer, your body instantly backing away, using the kitchen chair as a shield between you and the portal.

The room came to a halt, as the man slightly ducked his head to step through the portal, giving your friends enough clues to piece together that the person that stood in front of them wasn't the Peter that they had known.

Ned’s grandma yelled in shock as the man vocally greeted everyone. If his tall height wasn't enough to tell you that he wasn't Peter, his deep voice surely was.

Ned and MJ’s smiles dropped and instantly became guarded, "No, no, it's okay. I'm a nice guy." The man, claiming to be Ned’s grandma, panicked. The man sighed as he removed his mask. Your mouth fell open as you stared at him in shared confusion.

He definitely was not your Peter.

"Who the hell are you?" You asked slowly, your eyes scanning the mysterious man. Once you two had met glances, it was clear that he was doing the same to you.

Unbeknownst to you, Peter’s heart felt like it was about to jump from his ribs from just the sight of you standing in front of him.

You had looked exactly like how he had remembered you, making the skin under his suit sweat as the eyes he had dreamed to see again stared back at him. Your face was clear of any aging, younger, and more soft looking.

Peter couldn't help but remember the lazy days that you two had spent together, with you snuggled close to his chest.

He spent the nights admiring the way your brows arched whenever he said something silly; how your lips formed questions that had you two laughing for hours, turning into inside jokes.

It was weird to see you with your scrunched face. Your eyes glared at him as if he were an alien standing in front of you.

Your question jolted him out of his trance. "I’m Peter Parker." he spoke slowly and carefully, wanting to be clear that he was also as confused as everyone else in the room.

"That’s not possible," MJ replied sternly.

"I’m Spiderman, in my world, but then yesterday I was," Peter stumbled over his thoughts. Not knowing how to explain the events that had gotten him to this moment, For him, it was all just so confusing, it all felt like some sort of dream. "I was just here."

His gaze switched from MJ to you, his eyes glistening as he turned to look around the room in amazement. "String theory, multi-dimensional reality, and matter displacement," he muttered the words broad to you as he counted everything on his fingers. "All real?"

It would have been easy for you to mistake him for Peter if he hadn't had such a dramatically different appearance. He just had the same nerdy demeanor that you found strikingly similar to your best friend.

“This had to be because of the spell.” Ned Muttered to you and MJ, motioning to the ring around his finger.

“The spell? Like magic spell?” Peter questioned from his spot in the room.

"No, there's no spell." Ned quickly rejected it.

"No spell." MJ agreed.

"I don’t even know," you added, awkwardly glancing at the obvious portal that was still floating in mid-air.

"Magic's real here too?" The excitement was clear in his tone, which only confused you more.

The simple question made your friend bicker back and forth on whether to tell the complete stranger anything. "Prove it." MJ insisted, her gaze fixed on Peter.

"Prove what?" Peter asked.

"That you’re Peter Parker." MJ requested.

"You all stared as he patted his suit, almost as if to make it obvious to MJ that he didn't have any pockets. "I don't carry an ID with me, you know. It kinda defeats that whole anonymous superhero thing." In response to his sarcastic reply, MJ was quick to respond as well, picking up a bread roll from the table and chucking it at his chest.

The room fell into an awkward silence as it simply bounced from his chest and onto the floor, "Why’d you do that?"

"You don’t have the Peter tingle?" You quickly caught on, remembering the enhanced abilities Peter had as a result of his powers.

"I have the tingle thing, just not for bread." It wasn't enough to convince MJ as she loaded herself with another bread roll.

"Can you not throw the bread again?" Peter cringed, "You’re a deeply mistrusting person and I respect it." He reached his arm up, jumping to touch the ceiling, but he never returned as he dangled from the ground.

"Crawl around." MJ pointed out, shrugging off the fact that he was hanging from the ceiling with just his fingertips.

"Crawl around?" He repeated it in bewilderment, as he stared at MJ.

"Peter crawls," you inputted, recalling the number of times you had seen Peter indeed crawling against walls.

"This is plenty." Peter shook his head, shutting it down. MJ quickly rejected the two, having a back and forth before her arm pulled back and chucked another loaf of bread at his chest, the bread bouncing off of his chest as Peter sighed, staring at MJ in annoyance.

"Ned," Ned’s grandma called out. Her request being in Tagalog, the room fell into silence in respect of letting her speak.

"My Lola's asking if you could just get the cobweb there." Ned translated, gesturing to the corner of the room. Peter kindly agreed to her request, crawling across the ceiling and swiping at the corner.

"Thank you." the older woman spoke meaningfully once he landed with his feet back on the ground. He staggered a few inches away when he realized how close he had landed to you.

"We good?" He asked, mostly directed toward MJ.

"For now." MJ agreed.

"Can I take a wild guess and assume that your name is Y/N Stacy in this reality too?" Peter asked you, noting that you were drastically shorter than how tall he had remembered you to be, standing just above his chin. His face was flushed a pale pink as he looked down just to speak to you.

"Well, no, different last name, just L/N. How different am I from myself in your universe?" With the new information, taller Peter gave you a shy smile, staring at you with some sort of admiration. It was enough to make you nervous from where you stood.

"You’re taller and…a lot older." Taller Peter seemed to mumble without realizing it, your face showing slight offense that you weren’t as tall as the other you.

"Oh. Well, I’m turning twenty soon in June, if that helps."

"Great, it's just some random guy." A portal formed behind you. Appearing from the shadows was an older man as he stepped through the portal.

"Hello, uh, I hope it's okay. I just came through this—oh, it just closed."

"You’re Peter?" MJ pointed at the man.

"Yeah, Peter Parker." He agreed, introducing himself. As his eyes scanned over everything in the room, they stopped at the other Peter that stood across from him. Taller Peter slowly backed away from you and more into the center of the room.

"Wait, he's not your friend." An intense silence fell between the two before all hell broke loose, the men shooting webs at each other from across the room, both able to successfully dodge each other’s attacks.

Taller Peter shot another web that covered older Peter’s web-slinger, practically disarming him.

It didn’t take long to realize where your Peter’s whereabouts had resided. The other Peter's had given into the idea that he, your Peter, was someplace that he normally was to clear his head and get away from it all. Luckily, MJ knew of his secret spot, leading everyone straight to him, your friends, and you the moment Peter was in view, engulfing him in a hug.

It was impossible to not overcome your emotions at just the sight of your friend, all beat up and bruised, squatting down the group and wrapping your arms around everyone at the moment, letting Peter find comfort as you all wept together.

Once you had heard about the casualties that had happened at Happy’s apartment, your heart broke instantly at the sight of May’s death amongst the list of innocent names that were unfortunately in the complex during the attack.

"I’m so sorry, Pete." You muttered, unable to fight back the tears as your chin rested above his head, taking a moment to mourn May’s death.

"Peter, there are some people here." MJ sniffed, pulling away from the hug as you stood up beside her, wiping away your fallen tears. Peter stumbles to his feet as he rushes in front of the group, shielding you from the two men who had fallen to ground level with caution.

"Sorry about May." Older Peter spoke.

"I've got some understanding of what it is you're—"

"No. Please don't tell me that you know what I'm going through." Your Peter interrupted, not wanting pity in his moment of mourning.

"She’s gone and it's all my fault. She died for nothing. So I'm going to do what I should have done in the first place." Peter concluded by reaching for the cube in your hands.

"Peter." Older Peter pleaded.

"You don't belong here, neither of you, so I'm sending you home. Those other guys are from your world, right? So you deal with it. I’m done. You have to go home now." You couldn't blame your friend for coming off harsh, the feeling of having lost everything after showing so much kindness towards them, but you also couldn't let him push the button, pulling the cube away from your grasp with a look of complete defeat staring back at you.

"My uncle Ben was killed. It was my fault." Older Peter spoke.

"I lost—I lost Y/N. They were my…they was my MJ." Taller Peter revealed that he was not able to look you in the eye as he struggled to hold back his tears. "I couldn't save them. I’m never going to be able to forgive myself for that, but I carried on, tried to keep going, tried to keep being the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man 'cause I know that’s what they would have wanted."

You felt odd, watching the man mourn your existence as you stood only a few feet away from him.

You just couldn't imagine his pain the moment that you two met eyes, the tears streaming down his cheek as he looked at you like his entire world was standing in front of him.

Something inside of you caved in to give taller Peter the closure that he visually needed from you.

"I stopped pulling my punches."

It was a bit hard for you to wrap your head around the fact that you—at least you from another universe—were that universe's MJ. It seemed like taller Peter seemed to have the same problem with your existence as you.

You two have been sneaking glances at each other since the exchange on the rooftop.

It was like he had been afraid to even stand too close to you, managing to keep a good amount of distance between you and him as the others spread about the science lab, actually aiding the newfound plan to cure villains so they could get back home and still be alive in their timelines.

The silly little issue was that you weren't much of a scientist.

If anything, you'd come closest to being a high school jock, usually having Peter and Ned tutor you for most of your classes to even get a passing grade.

It was pretty clear, at least to you, that you felt out of place as everyone else seemed to know exactly what they were supposed to do.

The best that you could really do was hope to stay out of everyone's way and look pretty.

"Dude, he’s looking at you again. Why don't you talk to him?" Ned whispered as he glanced at the taller Peter, who stood across the room from you.

Attempting to balance a pen on the top of your lip beside him, flinching to catch the pen as it fell from your lips and bounced off your chest.

Giving Ned a puzzled look before hovering the pen over your lips once more, "Maybe because I have no idea what to say to him and even if I did, it would seem like a bad idea, so I'm just better off staying out of his way."

Ned’s frantic typing came to a halt, spinning his desk chair to fully face you. "I think it would be a good idea, or at least a good deed for the both of you, to give him some type of closure and allow him to finally vent all of his pent-up emotions."

You sighed, as your head tilted down to steal a glance at the taller Peter. "I fucking hate it when you're right." were your departing words as you stood from your chair and awkwardly made your way over to his workstation.

As you passed by Older Peter, his head tilted slightly upward to glance at you. As you walked past, his eyes flickered from you to taller Peter, piecing two together, and he gave you a comforting smile, almost as a gesture of support.

"So," You greeted him as you sat across the table from taller Peter, your gaze scanning the jumble of items on his workstation, not bothering to try to understand what he was doing with any of it.

"There has to be at least one universe where Peter Parker isn’t some super-smart, white guy, right?" Your joke seemed to relieve just a bit of tension between you two, and taller Peter smiled at the compliment.

Maybe it was the chiseled jawline covered in a slight stubble or the fact that he was just really lengthy in paying extra attention to him in his tight suit, which all it did was show off the curve of his muscles, but you just couldn't help yourself but stare at him.

When he cleared his throat and chuckled nervously, it was only when you realized how oddly you were just openly gawking at him.

"If it makes you feel better, I'm not really much of a pro when it comes to all of this. Not the best, but also not the worst, you know?" You snort at his clear humbleness of talent.

You could tell he was nervous around you from his self-conscious response being drastically different from his usual sarcastic and open personality from earlier.

He wasn’t stupid. Peter could tell that you could easily see right through him, even in another universe had you been so similar to the Y/N that he once knew.

"Most of the time I just have no absolute idea what's going on," you confessed to the clear intelligence gap you felt in your friend group.

"I mean, sometimes I feel like they just keep me around as some type of bully repellent." You tried to cover your true feelings with a poorly told joke.

Yes, Peter was a literal superhuman with enhanced senses, but Ned and MJ were also very intelligent teenagers and the most talented kids that you’d thought would allow you to hang out with them.

Your friends always had things to bring to the table and came up with something that always helped Peter in the long run.

For you, it always felt like you were just some sort of side character that was just thrown into everything.

They always called that person for more brute force. It was just a kid they went to when they needed connections around school or the last resort when they needed someone for hard labor.

"Well, I don't know if this helps, but, just speaking from personal experience, you’ve definitely saved my ass a ton of times. I’ve realized that I wouldn't even be alive without you by my side, constantly reminding me all the time how right you always are." You were both laughing now, mostly at the fact that you were also a huge pain in the ass in a different universe as well. taller Peter laughed more at recalling his memories with you.

"Well, the other me sounds cool." You chide, "How did we—or I guess, you meet the other me?" taller Peter visibly struggled to look up at you. You had finally asked the question that he dreaded the most.

After exchanging a smile, Peter turned his head to glance over to MJ and Peter, sharing a moment together, his gaze softening at the adorable sight of the couple.

"In high school, you just never took any shit from anyone. It was like you were always there for everyone, even the types of people that didn't deserve it. I used to despise it when you would just completely drop everything just to come to clean up my messes." You shifted to the other side of the lab station, now standing next to him as you placed a hand on his arm in comfort Peter smiled as he accepted your kind gesture, even though your touch felt like sparks against his skin.

In his head, he didn't care how selfish he was for seeking you out. He knew it was wrong since you weren't really you, but he didn't care at the moment.

He didn't care about being right; he just wanted to be as close to you as possible, to soak up as much time as he could steal from you as possible.

"It was like you knew more about me than I did. You had put my safety before your own. Even though I was supposed to be the superhero, you were just stubborn like that." Recalling the moment your father passed away because of his dangerous actions.

He spent his final words making Peter promise to keep you out of it all; to stay away from you at all costs.

"I felt like shit knowing that you would give up so much just for me. Your parents knew that and they hated me for it." While the smile from his lips faded, you reached your hand out with a soothing touch of comfort.

As he reached out for your hand, taller Peter didn’t bother to hide the tremble in his fingers as they intertwined with yours. "I’m sorry, I know this is weird, but—"

His request was just about to slip from his lips, as if you could read his mind.

The kiss would have been something out of a fairytale if it weren't for the sudden halt that settled in the room. The first people your eyes fluttered towards were MJ and Peter, gawking at you two.

Clearing your throat and glancing around the room at the others.

“Sorry is it—was that weird? Cause he’s like you, but not you?

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Christmas Date

Peter Parker x Reader

Part 2

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Summary: Tony’s having a Christmas party and tells Peter that having a date is necessary to come. Little does Peter know, Tony just likes playing match maker.

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The Saturday of the Christmas Party, you saw May first. May had helped Peter get ready, and he was in his room when you walked in.

“Oh, my God, you look gorgeous!” May says. You smile, a little self conscious. You were wearing a simple red dress, that did flatter you, but it was nothing compared to what you knew you were going to see tonight.

“Thank you so much!” You say anyways to May.

“Peter! Happy is gonna be here any second, get out here!” May yells to her nephew. You smile and then Peter walks out in a simple suit. You still thought he looked as handsome as ever.

“Yeah, he texted, he’s outside,” Peter says, adjusting his tie. He looks up and notices you waiting and you smile at him.

“So, are we leaving?” You ask, gesturing to the door. Peter swallows and nods.

“Uh, yeah. Yeah, Happy doesn’t usually like me making him wait,” he says, chuckling a little. You smile and follows him out to the car.

When they arrive at the compound, you grab Peter’s hand as you follow Happy. Peter looks at you, clearly surprised. You looks down at your shoes.

“Hey, you’ve been here before. And you know some of these people. I don’t.” Peter just smiles a little and squeezes your hand.

When they arrive to the party, it’s already lively. There’s the man she recognizes as Rhodey telling a loud story in the middle. A woman who she thinks is Black Widow with Hawkeye at the bar. She sees Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, and Thor sitting on a couch arguing over something. Though you assumed it was an argument like the ones you had with Ned and Peter. It wasn’t an actual argument.

Mr. Stark noticed you and Peter and grabbed Steve’s arm dragged him and Thor over to the two of you.

“I see you got a date, kid,” he says, smiling at you briefly. Then Steve smiles at you and extends his hand.

“I’m Steve, nice to meet you,” he says. You smile and shake his hand.

“Nice to meet you too. I’m Y/N,” you say. Steve nods at Peter after acknowledging you.

“Didn’t know you had a girlfriend, Peter,” he says. Peter opens his mouth but Thor cuts him off.

“Yes, you’ve done well. You have a pretty girlfriend,” Thor says, clapping Peter on the shoulder. You blush a little and you know it’s from both the compliment from a literal god and being embarrassed.

“Uh, she’s not my girlfriend,” Peter says, pressing his lips together. He lets go of your hand and sticks both of his in his pockets. Then Mr. Stark turns to you.

“Ignore him, he’s been around a lot. I’m now interested in you,” he says, pointing at you. You raise an eyebrow. He smirks and glances at Peter before slinging an arm over your shoulder. He steers you forward and you glance at Peter, but Thor and Steve immediately corner him.

“You like the spider-boy?” He asks. You raise an eyebrow at Tony Stark. One of the richest men alice was asking you if you had a crush on your friend.

“Spiderman,” you say, correcting him. Tony raises an eyebrow at you, an amused look on his face.

“You didn’t answer my question,” he says, gesturing for you to sit at the bar. You notice the two you’d seen earlier start to pay attention to you.

“I know,” you say. Natasha laughs and looks at Tony.

“This the girl Peter told us about?” She asks. The man next to her turns to you now, looking slightly interested. You think Peter told you his name was Clint.

“Right. More teenagers,” he says. Natasha gives him a look, but smiles anyways. Tony rolls his eyes.

You were still stuck on what Natasha said. Peter told them about you. And he asked you to come tonight. And he was nervous when he asked. And you told him it was a not-friend-date. You suspected you were right before this, but how the Avengers around you were acting only confirmed your idea. Peter Parker liked you, and not just as a best friend.

Thank God.

“It’s an easy question, kid. Do you like him or not?” Tony asks. You can’t help but smile a little as you keep working through your thoughts.

“I do, but you guys already knew that,” you say. Tony looks amused again, and so do the other two.

“She’s more blunt than the other one,” Clint says, gesturing over to where Peter is still standing with Steve and Thor. Then you realize that no one else here seems to have a date. You look at Tony again and raise an eyebrow.

“He needed a date to come?” Tony smirks, glancing at his fellow heroes as he takes a sip of his drink. He doesn’t say anything and Natasha laughs a little.

“That’s what you told him?” She asks. Tony shrugs and smirks at you.

“Your welcome, by the way,” he says. You smirk right back at him and stand up.

“Thanks. I guess I’ll see you guys later,” you say. Peter smiles when you walk up to him again. You smile at Steve and Thor. They glance at each other and Steve glances over at Tony again.

“Uh, we’ll keep talking later,” he says. You smile a little and the two heroes walk off. Peter smiles at you and you smile right back.

“A date wasn’t mandatory,” you say. He glances around and nods, sighing.

“Yeah, I caught onto that too. I’m sorry, Mr. Stark-”

“Likes playing match-maker, I guess,” you say. He raises an eyebrow at you and you chuckle a little. “You’ve told them about me?” His eyes widen and he looks behind you at where you assume they’re all congregating. You laugh a little and cross your arms.

“I like you too, by the way,” you say. He snaps his eyes back to yours, and they’re wide when he does. He opens his mouth to say something, but then closes it again. “Not-friend-date, right?” You ask, raising an eyebrow and stepping a little closer to him. You smile at him and he smiles back.

“Yeah. Just a date, though,” he says. You laugh a little and nod. He smiles and takes your hand again. You raise an eyebrow at him. He smiles. “I don’t have an excuse.” You smile a little wider. “Come on, I want you to meet some of the others.”

Then he leads you towards more people at the party. But it didn’t matter that much what everyone else was saying.

You were officially starting to date Peter Parker.

Just in time for the holidays.

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EVERY YOU EVERY ME: Issue #2

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x female reader

Summary: Your streak of bad luck continues as you find that the universe is not done putting you in harm's way. Luckily, you have grouchy Spider-man to save you.

Word count: 3,500 words.

Content: Slowest of the burn, near death experiences, the emotional whiplash of Miguel O'Hara being a rude bastard and a total softie.

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According to an article that ran in the New York Times: one out of every 40 New Yorkers will have a run in with a Superhero in the time they live here.

That might not sound like much, but considering that nearly 8.5 million people live in this city, it adds up to a lot of people. In fact, most in your friends circle have their own anecdotal story to tell.

I ran into Tony Stark at the Brandy Library and he asked me for my phone number. Bit of a sleaze but he bought our whole table a round of drinks.

Captain America landed on my Fiat on Manhattan Bridge. He dented the roof, but he was very polite about it.

Daredevil was hanging out at the fire escape ladder above the Meatball shop. Gave me tips on what to order.

It's nothing short of a miracle that having lived in this city for as many years as you have that this is the first time you've had a Supes encounter.

It'll be a great story to tell at parties. You fell out of the Chrysler building and were rescued mid-air. It blows all the other stories out of the water. Though, you'll probably leave out the part where he wished he'd left you to die.

You stare blindly at your computer screen. There are endless rows of cells on your excel sheet no matter how far you scroll. Uninterrupted numbers and reference codes for insurance claims that are waiting for your attention. But the numbers and letters all blend into an indecipherable sludge soup. All you can focus on is: 'I should've let you fall.'

Heat prickles your cheek, as you replay his words in your head.

What the hell.

That was entirely unnecessary.

You didn't deserve that.

Over the course of the last 24 hours, you've played the scene on an endless loop in your head, until the memory is worn and scratched like a used up VHS tape.

Did you do something wrong? You must've. Who has ever heard of a Superhero treating a civilian in this manner? You’re just a hapless innocent bystander who fell out of a building due to a supervillain battle they started. To blame it on you and then call it a mistake. Isn't that something a supervillain would do?

Gritting your teeth, you feel yourself seething of the memory of the windows next to you breaking and shattering out of nowhere as a bird-person villain with mechanical wings tumbled past you. Next thing you knew you were tumbling out the window.

And then he saved you.

Did he mean to save someone else? Is that why he was so annoyed? But, you didn't see any other people falling from the building on your way down.

You replay the memory. Again.

The looming silhouette of his towering frame over yours as he sneered down at you.

He looked at you like he knew you. Like you had offended him with your mere existence. But you don't understand how. You've never met him before. Never met anyone who looked even remotely like him. You would've remembered a man with red eyes, they're not exactly common. Plus, you don't think you've ever met someone quite so tall. Your neck hurt with the angle you had to crane just to look at his face.

What could you possibly have done in your lifetime to piss off a Superhero you've never met before?

For that matter what Superhero is he anyway? You think back at the dark navy suit clinging onto every inch of skin, embellished by that bright angry red in the emblem of a spider.

Spider-man...

Except Spider-man is known to be a swell guy with a great sense of humor. Not a rude asshole.

Aren't his colors inverted too? You pull up the browser on your screen and google "spiderman outfit". There's over 800 million hits. In all of them Spiderman's suit is primarily red with blue embellishment.

Whoever the guy is, you don't think he's your friendly neighborhood Spiderman that every New Yorker knows and loves.

With a hapless sigh, you click aimlessly on your screen, trying to look busy at work for the next twenty minutes until you can go on your lunch break. You go through the motions of your soul sucking tasks. Tagging each insurance claim into one of the following categories: approved/rejected/further missing information required.

Peering over your cubicle wall to the wall of windows, you spy the section that has been zoned off since yesterday. The broken window you were knocked out of has already been replaced, but there's still shattered glass and debris nearby.

Your stomach drops, the phantom sensation of the ground beneath you giving way. For a brief second you swear you can feel the weightlessness of soaring through the skies without anything catching your fall.

You stand up from your desk, solid ground meeting the soles of your feet to remind you where you are.

The office.

There's a monotone drone of workers all around you grumbling and sighing just as unhappily. The quiet tip-tapping of keyboards of the working masses.

Is this the life you managed to escape death for?

Is this it?

It's kind of sad isn't it? You nearly died and lived to tell the tale, only to return to a life so unremarkable your brain didn't deign it necessary to provide you with any highlights (cause there are none).

The most exciting thing that has happened to you the whole of this year was being insulted by a grumpy superhero. The most you've wanted to live was during that span of ten seconds when you were falling out of a building to your death.

You glance at your clock, still 15 minutes before noon. You log out of your desktop anyway.

You barely make it across the street from your office. The light is green as you cross Lexington Avenue when the screeching noise of tires tears down the street and rips through your eardrums.

A yellow taxi hurtles towards you at full speed. Through the car window separating you, the cab driver is staring up at you with wide-eyed horror. In that fraction of a second before the hard metal is going to collide and shatter every bone in your body, you only have one thought: Oh god, this is going to hurt.

Life doesn't flash before your eyes. All you see is the familiar blur of shiny blue and red.

Go figure that's the only moment extraordinary enough for your brain to think it's worth replaying before you die.

There's a blunt and forceful shove to the side of your ribs. Softer than you would've imagined a two tonne vehicle slamming into you would be. It doesn't hurt. It reminds you of that time you played football with your cousin and he body slammed you to the lawn. You've heard about this phenomena, the brain will try to protect itself by going unconscious if the pain is too extreme.

But there's no bright light, when you open your eyes all you see is the familiar shiny blue fabric.

A firm weight wraps around your shoulders, and you recognize this, the feeling of being held as you're pulled into their solid chest. There's not enough time for you to look up, you're slammed onto the ground, the solid warmth wrapped around you, absorbing the fall.

The pressure wrapped around you shifts then lifts away entirely. When you open your eyes for a second time, there’s no one there holding you.

There's no one else there with you. Just the standstill traffic of cars and pedestrians gawking at you.

A concerned woman runs over to you, bending down to help you up on your feet. "Are you okay? That car came out of nowhere."

Your legs feel unsteady, wobbling as you put weight on it to stand up.

“I’m fine, I think,” you respond, and look down on yourself. There are no scrapes, just a bit of dust on your work-attire from traffic.

"You're so lucky, Spiderman was there to save you."

You blink up at the woman in dazed confusion and it takes your brain a few seconds to process what she's telling you.

Spider-man...

In your mind's eye the flashes of blue and a vivid red invades your vision. It wasn't just your life flashing you by. Not just a figment of your imagination.

He was here. He saved you. (Probably not) Spider-man saved you (again).

A wave of gratitude washes over you. You take back every unflattering thought you had about the man not five minutes ago. Rude? Would a rude man save you, not once but twice in one day? No, of course not, you probably just misunderstood him, or misheard. After all, if he truly regretted saving you, he wouldn't have done it a second time... right?

When you get back at your desk, there's a post-it tacked to your computer screen, with an angry scrawl of a handwriting.

'Look BOTH ways before crossing!!!!!'

You stare at the note, and the way the word "both" is capitalized and aggressively underlined.

Rude.

The universe is out to kill you. You're sure of it.

They say that death comes in threes after all. So no one can blame you for being a little bit on the edge after you've gone two for two within the time span of 24 hours.

You stay away from windows in tall buildings. You look both ways, twice, before crossing the street. You try to go straight home from work the minute you clock out from work, turning down any and all initiations with friends to go out after out of precaution. It's just not worth the risk.

And for a while it seems to work. For a while, there are no more incidents. A week goes by and your nerves start to settle and you are lulled into a temporary sense of security before it all goes to shits.

A ceramic flower pot on a windowsill tumbling off the sixth floor of a brown house by Chelsea that would have dropped on your head and split your skull if someone hadn't bumped into you from behind that you weren’t able to catch sight of.

A piece of scaffolding that comes loose and falls from a construction site in West Village as you happened to walk past, and would have been crushed under if you weren’t tackled away at the last second by someone who fled the scene before you could thank them.

A hot dog cart runs amok, hurtling downhill towards you between 184th and 190th street in Manhattan when the cart suddenly out of nowhere, against the very laws of physics like it’s being pulled by an invisible force and changes direction mere inches in front of you, hurtling through the air and crashing into the windows of a bodega instead.

Each and every incident leaves you with an ever growing sense of paranoia that this cannot be explained away by being merely pure bad luck. There are cosmic forces at force that clearly want you dead.

On Thursday, there are leftover cupcakes from a client conference. Mary, the secretary in your team, boxes up four of them for you and tells you to take them with you, because, "you've had a rough week, toots."

It’s not a flattering assessment of you, but when you see your own reflection in the mirrors of the office toilets, you can’t help but think it’s an accurate one. You look rough. Eyes bloodshot with deep furrowed lines underneath. Your face is gaunter than you remember seeing it too.

You take the cupcakes.

It's the first good thing that has happened to you all week, and as small of a comfort it is, you take it as a win.

You eye the box from your desk the rest of the day, squirreled away in your tiny cubicle. You are determined not to eat one while at work. Because you'll be damned if Matt from accounting catches a whiff of your cupcakes and asks you to share one with him. You want to properly savor them in the comfort of your home at the end of the day.

But as often is the case when you have something to look forward to, the seconds, minutes and hours tick away with a reluctant drag as if time itself knew you wanted the day to end faster and decided it'd be fun to flip yet another cosmic middle finger in your direction.

When it's finally time to end work, you get off your chair so forcefully it knocks it to the floor. You are practically jogging through the lanes of cubicles to get to the elevator, and nearly smack the security guard on the other side with how hard you swing open the front door.

It's pouring outside, which, of course it is. You take off your jacket and cover your cupcake box with it, because you're not going to let the universe ruin the one good thing you've got going for you this week, as you run towards the station.

The moment you step into the damp and sticky station any remaining sense of joy in you evaporates. There's a hoard of tourists swarming the subway paying no attention to their surroundings. Tourists wearing their caps and backpacks and wheelies knocking over a 'Caution Wet Floor ' sign as they gather in a throng in front of the subway map, blocking the way as you hear the train approach.

It's not that big of a deal. A train comes every two to five minutes, and if you miss this one, you'll just get on the next one. It's not the end of the world. Logically, you know that. Emotionally and spiritually however, the world around you has just taken a little bit too much from you for you to concede to this minor little loss.

You are going to make this goddamned train.

Taking a determined step forward, you shoulder and push your way through the throng of people to fight your way to the front of the track.

You push a little too hard. Your feet skid across the slippery tiles, leg buckling from your own weight and you lose control, tumbling forward.

In your peripheral view there's a blinding light approaching. There's wind beating the sides of your face, and you can hear the screeching metal of the train right next to you. Your foot drops into empty space and you are falling into the tracks.

Oh god why...

Why?

You just want to live.

The cupcake box flies out of your grip, splattered somewhere across the front pane of the train. There's a hard tug on your shirt as an invisible force you cannot see yanks you back, hard.

Your head whips back and for a fraction of a second, there are crimson eyes staring back down at you, you blink and then it's gone.

You land on your ass with a bruising force to your tailbone with a bone-breaking thud. The subway whizzes by with a demonic roar past you, inches from where you're sprawled on your ass on the dirty tiles of the subway station.

In front of your feet, there's a long streak of white frosting trailing down from your feet to the tracks of what looks like a crime scene.

Maybe it's the stress. Maybe you've just had a bad night of sleep (after many successive bad nights with little to no sleep). But something in you breaks at the sight of the frosting smeared across the dirty subway tiles.

Your eyes sting with exhaustion. Chest drawing in tight with a crumbling ache that makes you want to curl up on the cold tiles. You're just so tired.

There are people around you staring at you. No one in their right mind who lives in New York would sit on the floor of the subway.

But your legs are heavy and numb. You can’t move from the spot. Everything tastes like bile. You try to swallow and force it back down but it's no use, your throat has swollen shut. Your cheeks run wet and you press your palms to your eyes to make it stop but that only seems to make it worse. Snot runs down your nose and drips down your wrist. You're crying and you don't know how to stop.

Is this the rest of your life?

In the morning, you wake in your bed with a sore ache that gnaws at your bones. Swollen eyes and a soreness that scratches the lining of your throat.

Your back hurts, and as you try to turn to your side to get out of bed a sharp pain surges up along your entire spine.

Fuck.

It's too bright. The sunlight is offensive. It stings your eyes and makes you sick to your stomach. You only have vague memories of how you made it back home. Feet shuffling through the subway in a daze like the walking dead.

God is that what you are? A dead man woman walking?

You crane your head and catch a glimpse of your clock on the bedside table. 9.13 You're late for work. But that's mind as well, you don't have it in you to make it in.

What's the point anyhow? You hate that place.

Besides, if the subway on the way over doesn't finish off the job this time around, then eventually a taxi will. Failing that the universe is probably going to send over a ninja assassin rat from the subway to come after your life.

There's a soft breeze coming in from the open window that grazes the back of your neck and you turn your head towards it. All you can see from your window is the brick wall of the neighboring building. Even though your apartment is on the sixth floor, you can't see a speck of the New York skyline.

Still the breeze is nice, though you don't remember opening the window last night. You never usually do. It is silly and paranoid. No human robber could possibly climb up your six storey building just to climb into your window and rob you. If they could, they’d find that there isn’t much to rob in your apartment, the most valuable thing you own is a complete Le Creuset Cookware set.

Your eyes glaze over your work tote bag on the floor next to the window, drifting upwards and spot the pink box sat on the window sill and you stop.

You didn’t put that there.

You sit upright in your bed, setting your feet to the floor and force yourself to leave your bed as you pad over to the open window.

It's a fancy looking thing. Baby pink, and chiffon ribbon on its side. Wrapping your pinkie around it, you tug it loose. You perch your thumb against the corner of the lid when you stop.

It's not another one of the universe's assassination attempts is it? You're not going to open it to find a bomb ticking down are you?

You hesitate for another moment, taking a deep calming breath before you gather the courage to finally lift the lid. Inside, there is a gorgeous display of cupcakes adorned with white and pink frosting, topped with strawberries, chocolate shavings and on two of them there's mini macarons.

Way fancier than the day old Costco cupcakes you'd lost yesterday.

Picking up one, you take a bite. The frosting is light and zesty. The refreshing lemon melts on the tip of your tongue as the buttery cream floods your mouth with the rich flavor. It's the best thing you've ever tasted.

Lifting the box, you check the sides of it to see if there's any note left behind, but there's none.

Gladis Bakery. It's from a bakery you've never heard of before. When you google the name the place is outside of New Jersey, 58 minutes away and you would need to take a subway then switch to a tram.

There's no note attached, but you don't need one. The list of candidates who would be physically able to climb up six floors up the bricks of your apartment building to leave cupcakes on your window isn’t a long one.

Something warm blooms in your chest at the thought, and your fingers linger on the top of the box, savoring the taste of lemon and sugar still lingering on your tongue.

You put your head out the window, not sure what you're expecting to find but find yourself disappointed all the same when there's nothing there. No people in the quiet street below, and nothing unusual above.

"Thank you for uhm... saving me,” you say into the silence with nothing but the traffic noise below to answer you.

“And the cupcakes," you add.

There's no reply.

~ To be continued.

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OK OK IK IM GETTING BACK TO YOU LIKE AN HOUR LATER, AND THIS IS GONNA SOUND SO CLIQUE- but a songfic based on all i wanted by paramore. i’m talking reader and peter being really close friends until he starts straying from reader and hanging out with mj more. maybe they get into a fight one day where reader goes to the tower for a mission briefing and sees that mj is there (superheros aren’t allowed to reveal identities at all, and peter never let reader in on anything, reader found out he’s spiderman on her own) AND THEN THEY ARGUE RIGHT? both say really hurtful stuff THEN THEN READER TAKES MATTERS INTO HER OWN HANDS. GOES ON THE MISSION ALONE. THE WORST HAPPENS AND THEY BARLEY FIND HER. you can choose whether she makes it out or not 🤷🏻‍♀️ BUT YEAH THATS WHAT I GOT

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w/c: 1,005

warnings: angst, mentions of injuries

a/n: bestie you have done it again! i can always count on you for some good old angst mwahaha it has kind of a happy ending but i think the people will appreciate that <3 also i just posted a sleepover so make sure to check that out y’all! happy reading

“talk to me, y/n. say something, anything.”

when you open your mouth to speak, you start to cough. you cough up dirt and dust, choke on it. you lie in the grass, where you’d landed. peter is kneeling on the grass in front of you. he has an arm behind your head for support, his free hand finding yours. he holds your intertwined hands against your chest.

the jet you had taken for your mission ran out of fuel mid-air. you never even made it there. you crashed, and it was only because of the tracker in your suit that peter was able to find you. he was supposed to go with you, but you two had gotten into a fight before you left. you decided to do the mission alone. you were heated and distracted coming off your argument, so you’d forgotten to refill the jet tank.

“peter? i… i…”

you try to sit up, resulting in another coughing fit, clutching at peter’s hand with both of yours. peter squeezes your hand in his back even tighter.

“just breathe, okay? just breathe. you can do it, y/n/n. deep breaths.”

peter inhales a breath and nods repeatedly, encouraging you to follow his lead. you wheeze at first, struggling to get air into your lungs. with peter’s help, your breathing eventually begins to even out.

“there you go. just like that.”

you let your head fall back on peter’s arm as you catch your breath. peter strokes your cheek with his gloved fingers, eyes staying fixed on you.

he’ll never let you out of his sight again.

he touches his index finger to his ear piece that he uses to communicate with the rest of the avengers.

“mr. stark? i found her. yeah, she’s alright. do you have the coordinates? okay. how long until you get here? okay, thank you.”

“tony’s coming?”

you lift your head up, but peter eases you back down.

“the whole team. they were really worried when they didn’t hear from you. we all care about you, so much.”

“do you?”

“how could you even ask that? you’re my best friend.”

“what about mj?”

“can i not have other friends?”

“i never said that.”

“no, but you implied it.”

you scoff and prop yourself up on your elbows.

“look, peter. i don’t care that you’re friends with mj. she’s cool. i care that you broke the rules, and you broke them for her.”

“i don’t know what you think you saw-“

“not think. i saw it.”

this is the same argument you’d had earlier.

when you arrived to avengers tower for your mission, mj was there. she was talking to peter, but not peter peter. spider-man peter. he was suited up, mask off, identity revealed.

tony has a strict policy about peter keeping his identity a secret. he’s experienced firsthand how much damage it does when your double lives overlap into one, and he doesn’t want his protege have to go through what he did. hence, the reason why peter wears the mask in the first place.

what’s the point if he’s exposing himself to mj? how could he even trust her?

you’re both friendly with mj in school, and she seems chill, but you don’t know much about her. her and peter are just getting close. he recently began hanging out with her outside of school, and apparently in the tower. you’ve been friends with peter and spider-man for years, and you had to figure out they were the same person on your own. he never told you.

but he told mj.

“please just give me a chance to explain.”

“i’m not interested in hearing it.”

you push yourself up to your feet, stumbling as you trek through the grass. you’re still a bit disoriented from your crash landing.

“where are you going?”

“back to the jet. don’t follow me.”

“it’s not gonna fly, you know. it’s out of fuel.”

you ignore peter and your dizziness and keep walking. peter’s fingers catch your wrist, forcing you to turn back and face him.

“the others will be here soon. just stay with me until they come. hear me out.”

your pride tells you no, but your love for him tells you yes. no matter how angry at him you are, he’s still your best friend.

you look down at your wrist in peter’s grasp, then up into his pleading eyes. you give in with a sigh. he lets go of you. you take a seat in the grass, sitting cross-legged. peter mirrors your actions.

“mj wasn’t supposed to find out. it was an accident.”

“what do you mean?”

“i was showing her around the tower, because you know my cover story, how i ‘intern’ there. thought it would be cool. mj sorta just put two and two together. she’s, like, really smart.”

“you never showed me around the tower.”

“why would i? you’re an avenger.”

“yeah, but i didn’t know you were… until i did.”

tears prick your eyes.

“how come you never told me? i’ve been friends with you way longer than mj, and she found out before i did. did you not think i could handle it?”

the tears escape. peter frowns and shifts closer to you.

“i knew you could.”

he dabs at the corners of your eyes with his thumbs, palms pressed to your cheeks.

“but that’s not the point.”

“then what is?”

“i didn’t tell you because i thought i was keeping you safe. i wanted to protect you. knowing my identity puts you in danger.”

you sniffle, more tears wetting your cheeks. your watery eyes meet peter’s.

“we’re best friends, y/n. nothing and no one could change that. i like mj, but i love you.”

you throw your arms around peter’s neck, hiding your face in his curls. a sob passes through your lips. peter hugs you back, making sure to be gentle because you’re still recovering from the crash. he kisses the side of your head and holds you in his arms, never once letting go.

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