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rayyrayysanchez · 7 months

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Sooo, uhh things happened lol! So I hope you guys don't mind if a light drabble helps instead! Still working on the longer fic I wanna do! So here ya go! 💫

(I also am not the best at writing, soo please forgive me! I'll do my best to proofread!)

"Look At Me.." Miguel O'Hara x Fem!Spider-reader

(Light drabble)

This pic inspired this drabble, so this is a jealous!miguel version!

Tags: No use of Y/N, 18+ ahead! MDNI! jealous!Miguel, dirty talk, pet names, degrade/praise kink, dom/sub, grinding, hair pulling, choking, fingering, almost getting caught

Summary: You were a new Spider-Woman, one of the few there is. You were recruited shortly after your dad died, leaving you with not much else in your world but being the one and only Spider-Woman. A little shy, but so sweet, you just had caught the big boss's eyes. You soon became his favorite, until Hobie Brown stumbled into the fold. With all your attention on Hobie, you slowly stopped talking to Miguel. Will you look at him, or will he make you look at him?

His gaze found yours, as you walked into the busy lobby, Hobie talking with you as they walked. A grunt left his mouth, seeing Spider-Punk by your side again. You were a new Spider, only about 6 months being at the Spider Society. You were a sweet little thing, your reputation building as you grew around the Spiders, beginning to consider some of them friends.

Especially Hobie Brown.

Hobie hung around you every single time you were at the Spider Society. You spent your time, learning how to play his electric guitar, becoming closer to the point where you even spent time in his universe.

Every time Miguel saw you with him, he hated the pang of jealousy in his chest, only because you weren't by his side.

He hated the nickname Hobie gave you, calling you his little love, and Miguel gritted his teeth every time he heard it.

Miguel finally had taken all he could bear, and finally had a plan to make you his.

Miguel ordered Lyla to not disturb him, finally having a day off, and finishing his reports early.

He called you to his office, knowing you were sitting somewhere, waiting for Hobie to come back from his mission.

He waited patiently for you, staring at his monitors as he waited for the knock that would announce your presence.

He couldn't help himself, his thoughts drifted to thoughts he had at night. Your body, the way your spandex suit held your curves.

The knock came sooner than expected, jeering him from his thoughts. He cleared his throat, as he spoke. "Come in."

You heard his gruff voice permitting you to enter, as you pushed the door open. "You wanted to see me, Miguel?"

"I did." Was all he said, his back still to you. You shifted on your legs, your eyes finding purchase on his large back.

You wouldn't admit this, but Hobie was the perfect excuse to get close to Miguel. The man in front of you had your complete attention whenever he was in the room.

"Are you listening to me, Nena?" He snapped quietly, your eyes snapping up to meet his now.

A smirk rested on his lips, fully turning to face you before his gaze dropped down to your body, especially how the suit made your tits pop up.

"My eyes are up here, Miguel." You said, smiling softly as you watched him look up to your eyes.

"¿Sabes lo mucho que me has estado tomando el pelo, dulce niña?" Miguel asked you, a blush coating your cheeks as he spoke. (Do you know how much you've been teasing me, sweet girl?

"I haven't done anything yet." You asked and he laughed, his tone incredulous.

"Entonces, ¿puedes entenderme, niña?" Miguel asked, moving closer to you as you nodded. (So, you can understand me, babygirl?)

"I took Spanish for 6 years, Miguel." You countered, smiling up at him as you moved closer.

You looked up at him to find his pupils blown with a need for you. "Tell me to stop now, nena."

You smiled at his words, placing a hand on his wide chest. A growl vibrated through his chest, feeling your warm hand on him.

"I'll make you look at me this time, pretty girl." He growled, before he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you up a bit to press his warm lips against yours.

A soft gasp left your lips when you felt his hands squeeze your asschecks. His tongue slipped into yours, your tongues fighting for dominance.

He pulled away, smirking as he saw your face flushed red. He began leaving open-mouthed kisses down your neck.

A shiver ran down your spine as you felt his canies nip at the tender skin of your neck.

"Fuck, cariño.. I've been waiting to do this." He growled against your neck, his fingers trying to find purchase in your suit.

"How mad would you be if I ripped this?" He whispered into your ear, his breath fanning over it.

"You mean the only suit I have until Jess fits me with a new one?" You asked, raising an eyebrow.

He cursed, and felt around your suit for the zipper, pulling it down in a haste. The cool air of his office cause goosebumps all over your skin.

Pulling the suit, his hands felt the plush of your skin, his fingers tracing down your stomach.

His other hand gripped your neck, his fingertips pressing into the sides of your neck.

"Such a pretty little slut, aren't you? Begging for my attention like a little whore, are you hermosa?" Miguel whispered against your ear, as his fingers flicked gently against your clit.

A soft moan left your mouth, your knees almost giving out. If his arms weren't holding you up, you would've fallen.

"P-please.." A soft whine passed your lips, and Miguel chuckled lowly in your ear.

"You like that? Come on, baby, use your words." He growled, flicking your sensitive bud again, as a finger slipped inside your fluttering cunt.

His fingers were much larger than your own, causing a louder moan to pass your lips. "Miguel, please.. mmh!"

He chuckled lowly in your ear, nibbling on your earlobe. "More, nena? You want more?" He chuckled, slipping another finger into your dripping cunt.

His speed began to increase slowly, and your legs started to tremble. He could tell you enjoyed every movement he made, your gasps and moans bringing his bones more to life.

"¿Te gusta eso, amor? ¿Te gusta la forma en que se sienten mis dedos dentro de ti?" Miguel asked, speeding up his fingers, feeling your walls clench around him. (Do you like that, love? Do you like the way my fingers feel inside you?)

"Y-yes, Miggy! 'M.. close!" You gasp out, your eyes fluttering in pleasure. He gripped your neck softly, making you look up at him.

"Cum for me, mami. You're doing such a good job for me." Miguel murmured, his fingers speeding up, feeling your walls clenching his fingers.

A knock on the door sent a shock through your system, making you freeze in his arms. He paused for a moment, before beginning to thrust his fingers back inside you.

"Yes?" His voice was calm, like he wasn't fingering your cunt, his thumb flicking your clit. He smirked at you, hearing Jess's voice.

"Hey, Miguel. We've got a meeting in 5." Jess said, speaking loud enough to be heard.

"Got it." He answered, his eyes fixated on you, as he watched you struggle to keep yourself quiet.

Hearing Jess's footsteps fade, he sped up again, squeezing your neck again.

"Heard that, pretty? Cum for me, baby girl." He almost ordered, as he continued fucking your walls, his thumb rubbing your clit.

Your head fell back as you cried out, your orgasm washing over you. Miguel continued fucking you through your orgasm, his cock hard.

Your chest was heaving as Miguel placed you on the bed, cleaning you up softly. He kissed your head, stroking your cheek.

"Stay here for me, pretty girl. I'll make it worth your while tonight." Miguel whispered, kissing your lips softly before he stood up, leaving for his meeting.

You definitely were going to wait for him.

#atsv #atsv miguel #miguel 2099 #across the spiderverse #miguel spiderverse #spiderman #miguel ohara #miguel x reader #miguel ohara x reader #miguel ohara smut #miguel ohara x you #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara smut #miguel ohara x y/n #miguel spiderman

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starr-fall-knight-rise · 4 years

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Earth is Space Australia, “Plagues of Earth.”

I finally got to write an earth is space Australia ft. (Australia) lol. I hope you guys have fun, i enjoyed making this, though I had less time than I wanted to elaborate.

Also inspired by a cover of “The Plagues of Egypt” Done by Johnathan Young in a heavy metal style. I would suggest listening to it when you think about this piece.

Also, sorry if I said anything inaccurate about anyone’s country. I had less than two hours and a quick google search for facts

“Their planetary defense is strong, but they prepare for battle on a large scale.If we bring our troops to the surface in small drop ships, and lead their military carriers away by attacking their nearby colony. We will take the planet.”

“What would be the point of this?”

“Humanity is held up as deity by the rest of the galaxy. As long as they fight, the GA fights with them. But if we destroy them, crush their planet at the source, then we crush the morale of the rest of the galaxy.”

“Where do we drop out soldiers?”

“Everywhere, on every major landmass, near every major city. But we do it quietly, drop them into the wilderness first so the humans won’t see them coming.”

“If we can defeat the humans, we can defeat them all.”

***

Location: Upper-Mid Merianda (Previous US/Canada border rocky mountain region)

The burg landed in the thick forests of the north. The human planet was lush and green, and the temperature was moderate, though it leaned slightly towards cold under the canopy of branches. There were sounds everywhere, the chattering of wildlife and strange flying creatures flitting through the trees. The nearest human residence was not far off, maybe a ten cycle march down hill.

They would reach it in no time, and make their sneak attack.

Their team commander barked his commands to the following Burg soldiers and together they began making their way down the hill.

None of them noticed when things began to go wrong.

They had never been to earth, and so were not aware of the sudden silence in the forest that comes before a coming storm.

You see, the Burg are similar to the Iotans, in that they give off a pungent smell. Not so pungent as it tends to affect humans, but pungent enough to affect the nearby wildlife. A wildlife that was not pleased with their presence.

It might have been fine, if they hadn’t stumbled into the den.

It started with a light squeaking. A sound that gave them pause as they looked around for the source. One of the burg pushed aside a green fern to reveal a hole dug into the embankment. He would have investigated if it weren’t for the loud piercing howl that echoed through the trees just to their right.

They all leaped upright in confusion and fear backing into a circle.

Another howl pierced the forest from their left, another form their right. Until they were surrounded by the sound. Shapes flitted through the trees, furry on all fours and hunched.

A howl from directly behind them.

They spun in place.

As the wolf leaped from the top of the embankment her teeth flashing.

As it turns out wolf pups are fond of Burg flesh

***

New Brazilia (Somewhere in what was once central Brazil, Border rain forest district)

This was the perfect climate, nice warm, dark and moist, shady below the trees that towered overhead in great twisting arcs. The foliage below them was very thick and hard to cut through as they made their way towards the human colonies. This was surely going to be their element, and they laughed at the idea of making the humans suffer as they waded their way through the trees.

The ground before them opened revealing an embankment on the side of a river. There was a hole in the foliage here, and the ground was dry. The burg stepped down onto this spot, their feet crunching slightly in the dirt.

One of them slapped absently at one of it’s segmented legs, brushing away a small insect that had crawled onto its body. Another party member did the same.

One of them even shrieked in pain, “It bit me!”

They looked down brushing the little black bugs off their bodies, only to find that the ground was absolutely swarming with them. One of the Burg shrieked, and tried to run his entire body now covered with hundreds of these little black creatures, however he tripped and fell onto his face.

His entire body was black.

The others began to scream as well, swatting at their bodies and their weapons falling to the riverbed as they were overrun by a massive troop of army ants.

They would never make their destination.

***

United Slavic Districts (North/eastern Russia)

This forest was both humid and somewhat cold. It was early morning in the summer, and yet frost still built up on the leaves of the plants overhead. The burg weren’t particularly pleased about this, but they were going to have to deal with it.

It was best to keep moving at times like this, and they hurried their way through thick banks of early morning fog towards the not-to-distant human civilization. Their feet were nearly silent over the frosty forest floor dirt compressing under foot.

They had been walking for some minutes when they heard the sound. A strange mournful cry from the woods almost like the cry of a human infant, though slightly deeper. THe sound made them excited. Where they were infants there were likely humans. And who knows that could be a human noise.

They followed the sound looking about the foggy forest.

The noise came again, so close.

Ah, and there it was, though they were disappointed to find it was not a human at all, but two fuzzy brown animals no bigger than waist height. They were so small, so pathetic and pitiful and they cried out in terror when the burg approached.

One of the burg raised it’s weapon angry.

The bellow came echoing through the trees rending the very air around them and sending birds scattering into the sky.

The burg turned on their heels as the massive brown bear came charging out of the forest bellowing her teeth flashing.

As it seemed the great land, of what was once, Russia was not pleased with their presence.

***

East Trans African Belt (former Ethiopia)

It was hot and dry, and the burg didn’t like it. But at least the ground was mostly flat, and the dirt was easy to navigate. Tall grasses raised to either side of the shallow river just to their left. Animals grunted off in the distance and the sky above was bright and blue. Dust rose up from their feet as they made their way towards the edge of the river, hoping that the water would help to moisten up the air around them.

The grunting grew louder.

They glanced over seeing large bulbous shapes in the water. It didn’t much matter to them, and they mostly ignored the creatures, knowing that anything that big was likely to be equally slow. They were making their way up the riverbank now, and the creatures rested in the water just to their side.

Distant grunting grew louder.

One of the burg was standing just next to the bank now when the water exploded casing great droplets into the air as the Hippo burst from the river mouth open wide at it’s four foot extension and bit down upon the unsuspecting burg dragging him violently into the water.

The others tried to run, slipped on the mud, and were set upon by the rest of the family.

***

Southern Indasia (India)

The river bank was calm, nothing but floating logs out on the distant water. One of the burg officers was listening to her communications. There were reports form all across the human’s home planet, that many of their parties had gone radio silent. She wasn’t entirely sure what that could mean but it worried her. Many of them had been traveling along river pathways just like her and her group, and she wondered if that had anything to do with their current situation.

One of the young burg stood at the edge of the water kicking stones into its murky green depths.

“We should definitely move along from this area.” She was saying moving back up the bank and towards the forest of trees.”

One of he logs had floated closer to shore.

The young burg agreed and bent down to retrieve his weapon from the bank.

A moment later his head had disappeared vanished inside the mouth of a crocodile who then began to spin violently dragging the burg into the water. Alerted to the frenzy others came as well racing up onto the bank.

There was never any evidence that the Burg had visited india, though there were reports about strange noises by the river that morning.

***

Australia (still just Australia)

They came as the sun was rising. A low mist had coated itself over the land, though the day was lucking to be annoyingly hot.

They were just coming up to the edge of the human settlement when they saw it. A distant shape silhouetted between two trees. At first it looked like a man, but as the fog drew back they found a strange creature staring back at them.

One of the burg snorted.

The thing looked like a Tesraki almost, but dumber and a bit taller with large pointy ears, an absolutely massive trunk, and a very long back tail that it used like a Tesraki to stand on iits back legs.

One of the Tesraki crouched down in the foliage resting his hand on a low garden wall.

“Just shoo it off.” Their commander ordered, and two of the Burg moved up to confront the dumb looking creature.

Three things happened at once.

First the crouching burg cursed violently flicking his hand and tossing the angry funnel web spider into the bushes.

A hiss rose up from the leaves.

And the kangaroo violently kicked the first burg in the chest collapsing his carapace beyond repair before moving over to stomp his friend.

The death adder struck.

Two of the Burg were convulsing on the ground, another two lay silent and broken. The next two ran off in different directions, one towards the nearby beach and the other back into the forest.

No one is entirely sure what happened after that. All we know is one was found belly up at high tide near the docks where blue ringed octopus are known to be found, and the other was completely gone, though they did spot a rather bloated and very happy looking python chilling in the bushes not far from where the incident occurred.

More and more berg had stopped answering their calls.

Most of the burg would never find out what happened.

But we do.

Burg were found dead all over the world.

A young girl reported a burg attack in the outskirts of London, though her rottweiler had made quick work of that enlisting another pack of suburban dogs to protect the little girl from the freaky bug things.

Alligator attacks in Florida.

Six burg were found plowed over by a speeding bullet train in Japan.

in Lower Mid Mericanda, a group of self-claimed hillbillies with cutoff sleeves and unironic mullets were speeding through the forests on the back of four wheelers taking pot shots at anything remotely burg shaped. They had at least ten confirmed kills, and the creatures never made it out of the swamp.

Another group of burg had made the mistake of landing in one of the last nuclear fallout zones in eastern europe, and ended up cooked by the radiation, their bodies to remain rotting there until cleanup finally made it to the site. It was likely they didn’t last more than twenty minutes.

A surfer off the coast of New Zealand watched a school of dolphins ravage a group of burg who had through a water approach would be more prudent. He had no idea how the dolphins knew the burg were intruders, but they seemed very interested in helping out.

One group of burg had managed to land themselves in a city in the european provinces, and found themselves beaten to death violently by a group of drunk civilians carrying improvised weapons, one of them even brandishing a pool cue.

Two more teams froze to death before they reached their destination.

Another was washed away by a minor flood.

One of the burg ended up tipped off a cliff by a massive eagle, falling to his death hundreds of feet below.

Another entire group managed to walk their way into a patch of poison ivy breaking out in horrible boils, which later necrosed as they lay paralyzed on the forest floor.

Somewhere someone was trampled by a moose, while their other friends were whisked over a waterfall.

In yellowstone (yeah it still hasn’t blown up yet bc the vents are a good pressure release) at least another team of burg found themselves cooking in the natural hot springs after ignoring the signs that said (keep on the walkway).

Those who chose to land in the city were not greeted cordially either, packs of marauding street dogs, gangs, the homeless, drunk civilians, angry policemen, and a high school baseball team supported by the high school chess team.

Long and short of the story is that earth was-not-having-it.

The burg had made a grave mistake.

Mother earth was fond of her children, even the human ones.

#earth is a deathworld #Earth is space Ausralia #humans are insane #HUMANS ARE WEIRD #humans are space orcs #humans are space australians

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kabira · 3 years

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09 | scientific inspiration

pairing — spider-man!vernon x ofc

featuring — joshua, yeji (itzy), felix (skz), yangyang (nct)

word count — 3.6k

genres — spider-man au, marvel au, fluff, action, angst, humor

warnings — none.

note — so here it is, the big Science Dump that will form the basis for one of the major arcs of the story. now, i don’t pretend to know too much of what i’m talking about, but hopefully all the hours of scrolling through obscure genetics articles will hold up. hell, they probably won’t, but this is superhero fiction about a sixteen-year-old man-spider vigilante, so please excuse it !!! a lot of this is borrowed from the ultimate spider-man comics lore by brian michael bendis.

Vernon was still thinking about Luce’s offer when he got to work later that day.

Normally, he would have tried to keep his head clear during his work, but since all he had to do that day was log data entries, it didn’t really matter. Doc hadn’t come back to the lab yet, so it was just him and the janitor, but from the open holograph display on his table, Vernon figured he’d be back pretty soon. Despite the state of his office, the doctor didn’t like messes, especially not in his workplace.

He hadn’t expected Luce to even consider inviting the others, even though she had been friendly with them. Movie night was something that belonged to just the four—three—of them, something sacred and untouched by outsiders. The thing that had surprised him even more was his own willingness. For someone who had been so acutely ticked off by their unannounced arrival, he sure had warmed up to his new teammates quickly.

Vernon was only a few entries in when Dr. Connors entered the lab, holding a cup of steaming coffee from the cafeteria. He smiled at Vernon when he came in, not bothering to glance at the screen to check what he was doing before making his way over to the work table. One of the things Vernon liked the most about this place was that despite being nothing more than a research assistant, he was still allowed to help out in more impactful ways than simply entering and saving data.

“You’re here early,” Dr. Connors said, setting down the Styrofoam cup on his table. He looked tired, Vernon noticed, probably why he had bought that cafeteria coffee despite it being a thick, dark color and tasting like tar. There were dark circles under his blue eyes, and his usually neatly combed brown hair was slightly disheveled.

“I came here directly after school was over,” Vernon said. “Figured I’d save a lot more time that way, and I don’t really have much left to do.”

“Hm?” The scientist faced the holographic model, hitting a few keys on the pad below it. His movements were listless, but his shoulders were still tense. Reminds me of seniors before finals, Vernon thought. It wasn’t exhaustion like he had assumed, but stress. “Then perhaps you’d like to help me out here.”

“Really?” Vernon tried to keep the excitement out of his voice, but failed. Probably for the better, because it sparked a small smile on Dr. Connors’s face. “What are you working on right now?”

He didn’t get an answer for a long moment. Vernon spun in his chair and pulled himself to his feet, ignoring the remains of exhaustion weighing his body down as he made his way over to the doctor’s table.

“It’s something your father and I were working on before…before this project was abandoned, almost a decade ago,” Dr. Connors said. He was looking at the display with a different kind of intensity in his eyes, like it was something to be defeated rather than discovered. “When I lost your father, I gave up all hope of ever getting back to it, but after all my recent failures, I think I need to revisit my roots.”

Vernon pursed his lips at failures, but said nothing. The hologram looked like a DNA strand—a double helix blown to the size of a poster tube. It shone with a dull blue light, lighting up Dr. Connor’s features, illuminating the creases around his mouth and eyes that Vernon wasn’t sure had been there before. Standing next to him made his own tiredness feel like a minor inconvenience.

“This was your father’s brainchild, after all,” the man said, still staring at the display. “A completely independent protoplasmic model based on the body’s own genetic edifice built to fortify the weaker structure of a sick body.”

“A protoplasmic model?” Vernon’s eyes widened. “I thought it was supposed to be controlled AI, like nanobots or something.”

“Imagine that, except a sentient being with the ability to detect and eradicate weaknesses in the body on its own, without any direction,” Dr. Connors said. “Something to cure everything—the right combinations of proteins able to use the body’s own natural resources to fight any infection, overcoming the problem of grafting and able to treat everything from neural atrophy to genetic diseases to cancer, contained in a small tubule.” His eyes shone. “The perfect cure.”

The perfect cure. Vernon glanced back at the holographic model, now seeing the inconsistencies in its structure when compared to normal human DNA. The idea was intoxicating and exhilarating, made even more amazing by the fact that it had been proposed by his father. It made his chest ache with longing, thinking of the possibilities of fulfillment if his father had been alive still—not just for the experiment, but for Vernon himself.

“He was way ahead of his time, Richard Parker—in that sense, you are a lot like him,” Dr. Connors murmured in a low, wistful voice, as if speaking to himself. “It had become almost impossible for us to receive any support or funding for our project, because of how wildly imaginative it was. We were ridiculed, discredited, called mad for our ideas before we finally got the deal with Oscorp. We had worked on the cure for so long, and just a couple of days before the deal’s signing, your father called me one night, sounding excited about a fresh prospect.” He shook his head. “But then…”

He didn’t need to complete his sentence. Vernon caught the drift of it, and turned away to hide the pained expression brought onto his face by the flood of emotions. He didn’t know if he felt good about being so close to his father’s work, or bad about being so far away from his father himself. Even the mere presence of his old colleague, still alive while he wasn’t, seemed to taunt Vernon.

Snap out of it, he told himself firmly. His father’s death hadn’t been Dr. Connors’s fault—he knew that, but still had to avoid even thinking of that idea, because once the seeds had been planted in his brain, Vernon knew he wouldn’t be able to work with Dr. Connors in harmony. Plus, watching him talk about the work he and his dad had done together, no one could say that the scientist didn’t care about his former partner.

“What did he discover?” Vernon prompted.

Dr. Connors’s eyes turned sad. “I never did get to find out,” he said. “Just two days after the call, he was finally going to come back to the state to share his discoveries with me, so we could compare notes and build on what was lacking. The first step to phase two, he called it.” His jaw tightened. “And just when we thought something was going to go right for once…”

Vernon hung his head. Maybe knowing his father had been on the verge of a breakthrough should have made him feel better about his achievements, but he only thing that Vernon could think about was what all the world had lost when he had lost his dad. A revolution in medicine. A father. He was almost a little uneasy thinking about which kind of loss affected him more. The world could have been a much better place, but all Vernon wanted was his dad back.

“I’ve been unfair to you, Vernon,” Dr. Connors said, breaking him out of his reverie. He straightened while keeping his eyes fixed on the DNA hologram, then faced Vernon with a sad look. “You should have had someone to help you come to terms with your father’s death, someone who could have told you about his great ideas and even greater work. I shouldn’t have left you alone to deal with everything, but I simply couldn’t bring myself to…”

His voice had lowered with every syllable until he trailed off, making Vernon think that his voice had finally become too small for anyone to hear. Vernon swallowed, unable to think of anything to say. He was usually good at talking to people, even heart-to-hearts, but when the subject touched his obscure past, words failed him.

“I understand,” he said, the first words that came to his blank mind. He tried for a reassuring smile, unsure of what the result actually looked like. “You shouldn’t blame yourself for it. And anyway, I am here now.”

Dr. Connors smiled a little. “That, you are,” he said. “I feel like I’ve been doing your genius intellect a great injustice by assigning you all these menial tasks.”

“Hey, someone’s gotta do the menial tasks, right?” He smiled back. “My experience with research is next to nothing compared to that of the other people in this lab, so I’m fine with where I am. And not all the tasks are exactly menial.”

“Still.” The man sighed. “Since it was your father’s genius that came up with this idea, it feels only right to have you develop it further—or at least play a role in its creation.”

“I’m here whenever you need me,” Vernon said, glad about the lightening of the atmosphere. He wasn’t sure how much more of that weight he could have taken. He cocked his head, studying the listed proteins. “What made you want to work on this ‘cure’ again after so long?”

“A lot of different reasons,” the scientist said. “I think I had been avoiding this project for so long because I couldn’t bear to continue it without Richard by my side, but meeting you, his son, and having you take up a position in my lab felt like a sign.” He gave the boy a sideways smile. “And from a scientific viewpoint—before this, I’d been working on a different kind of cure, a serum with a principle based in cross-species genetics. It was supposed to be give a person the ability to regenerate lost limbs like a lizard, but the premature human trials went off the rails.”

Vernon nodded, keeping his mouth clamped shut. “I see,” he said, not wanting to bring up the Lizard incident unless he was sure Dr. Connors was ready to address it.

“However, after someone helped…fix the problem by making an anti-serum, the new formula for it gave me an idea,” the man continued. “Scientific inspiration, I guess you could call it. There’s a lot to be done, but I still have the anti-serum here in the lab, and have been studying it for over a month now.”

The gears had already begun turning in Vernon’s head. He had been the one to create the anti-serum as Spider-Man, and no one knew the methodology better than the original creator. Most of it had stemmed from the original Lizard formula, and with a bit of recalibration and measured reversal, the formula had worked. That makes me wonder…

“Hey, doc,” he murmured, brow pinched into a thoughtful frown, “if you had a sample of perfectly bonded human and non-human cell structure, do you think you would be able to mimic it and engineer a matching structure for the cure?”

The man frowned. “How do you mean?”

“I mean…” Vernon hesitated. Because of the OZ formula transferred into his blood by the spider bite, his DNA was perfectly bonded to spider DNA, which gave him what they called in post-human-speak a ‘healing factor’. It wasn’t as effective as Wolverine’s, but it was still something—and it was based on the same principle as the cure. Like the OZ formula helped his body develop a natural cure for anything he could be hit by—be it a paper cut or a head wound—by using its own resources.

The only difference was that it heightened his facilities by combining human abilities with spider abilities, which gave him things like his spider sense. However, if Vernon could use his own blood to develop a kind of skeletal structure for the cure. If it did work, it would only work on enhanced spider/human DNA, but at least then he’d have a start. The possibilities after that were endless.

“If there already existed a perfect sample of blood which had an in-built system like the cure,” Vernon said, trying not to give away too many details.

“Like mutant DNA?” Dr. Connors asked. “They have a completely different genetic structure in place, though, Vernon. They have the X-Gene. Their nucleotide sequence itself is mutated.”

“No, not like that,” Vernon said. “Like human DNA, just…enhanced. Bonded with something like the cure, just not—not living.”

Dr. Connors raised his eyebrows. “Well, having a perfect sample would reduce the needed brainwork to a tenth,” he said. “But you couldn’t acquire a sample like that, because, well, it exists only in theory.”

“Right,” Vernon muttered, but already the beginnings of a smile had started to curve his lips. “Only in theory.”

Vernon’s mind was buzzing with so much excitement from his idea for the cure that even web-slinging hadn’t been able to distract him from it.

He and the rest of the S.H.I.E.L.D. team had spent the evening scouring the city for any signs of something that could substantiate Vernon’s theory, but had come up with nothing except a few petty criminals, who had been easily stopped. The other three had left early, telling him to use their new communication devices (which looked an awful lot like kitschy wrist bands, except for the fact that they could turn invisible) if anything came up.

Nothing did.

It was nine p.m. and Vernon had still not changed out of his Spidey suit, spending the free hour to swing around the city and try and clear his head. Too much had happened in one day, and his mood was seesawing between elation at his new project and trepidation because of the dreaded return of movie night. Funny that a high school hangout was a source of more nervousness for him than trying to imitate his own radioactive blood sample to finish his dad’s decades old design.

When I put it like that, it sounds even more absurd, he thought, scrolling through the usual evening homework-help texts on his phone as he waited in line to buy eggs and a carton of milk at the not-so-local grocery store. Even Spider-Man had to obey queues when he was out doing chores for Aunt May.

He paid for the eggs and milk without the tattooed cashier giving him a second glance, and stepped out into the street with the bags. Aunt May wouldn’t be back until ten; he had about an hour to kill until curfew, but he wanted to get home early to talk to her about movie night (yet another reaction to dread) and hopefully study his spidery OZ-bonded radioactive blood under the lens of his old microscope that Uncle Ben had gotten him over a year ago.

“Yo, Spidey!”

Vernon looked up to see a chubby, tanned guy in his late twenties beaming at him like an old friend as he jogged up to meet him. “Hey, I remember you,” he said, pointing at the guy. “You’re uhhh…” He squinted at him, trying to remember when he’d last seen him. “That pizza delivery guy who almost got abducted by aliens!”

“That’s me! Paulo!” the guy exclaimed, his wide smile widening even more upon being recognized. “You saved me from those killer robot aliens last month, remember? And I promised you free pizza in case you ever needed it,” he added. “How’s it going?”

“As usual.” He raised the bag containing the groceries he’d just bought.

“Running errands when you get a break from crime-fighting, eh?” Paulo asked, giving his thick dark curls a shake. His smile refused to dim even a bit, like someone had switched on a light bulb with a permanent power source. “Keeps the superheroes humble.”

“Tell that to Captain America.” Vernon checked the comm device on his wrist, almost groaning out loud when he saw it was almost half past nine already. “Great. Uh, Paulo, I’ll have to catch you later. It’s late, and I gotta get back well before curfew in case there are delays on the way.”

“Of course! Go do your Spider-Man thing.” Paulo lifted his hands, mimicking the thwip-thwip gesture of shooting webs, and grinned. “See you later, Spidey!” he called out from behind him as Vernon swung himself up to a lamppost before launching himself into the air. “Remember the offer with the free pizzas still stands!”

“I will!” Vernon yelled back as he swung away. And he wasn’t just saying that, either—free pizzas were free pizzas.

He had to change in an alleyway again, but thankfully this time it didn’t have an open dumpster or smell like someone had thrown out a decayed cheese slab in the trash. By the time he got back home, Aunt May was already back, as indicated by the lights in the kitchen. Just perfect, he thought miserably, as he unlocked the front door with his spare key and trudged into the hallway.

“Vernon! You’re back early,” a voice yelled from the kitchen when she heard the door shut behind him. A woman with short silver hair, clad in a comfortable t-shirt and yoga pants came out into the living room as he entered it, wiping her hands with a hand towel. “Did you get the milk and eggs like I asked you to?” Aunt May asked.

For an older lady, she sure has great hearing. “Yep,” he said, swinging his bag off his shoulders and unzipping it, internally praying he hadn’t squashed the milk carton from all his swinging like last time. Thankfully, they were undamaged. “Did you come back from yoga classes early?”

“Oh, Denise pulled a muscle in her back, poor thing,” May said. “I offered to bring her back home, but she refused to let me ice it for her, saying she’d get Mac to do it instead.” She disappeared into the kitchen once again, coming out without the hand towel this time. “Put the groceries in the fridge, won’t you?”

For an older lady, Aunt May also had a lot of things going for her. Yoga classes on Monday-alternating weekdays, squash sessions over the weekend, classes for baking and music and whatnot—she might even have been busier than Vernon himself.

“Will do,” he said, obeying. His mind was still swimming with all the older thoughts, but now that he was standing right in front of Aunt May, the worry about movie night had pushed itself to the forefront, demanding all of his nervous attention.

He stood at the fridge even after closing the door, chewing his lip and wondering how to bring it up. Words really had failed him today. “Aunt May?” he ventured, unable to keep the hint of nerves from his voice. “I wanted to talk to you about something.”

“What is it, honey?” she asked, poking her head out of the kitchen. Around her waist was an apron that said Don’t Kiss the Cook. “Vernon?”

He kissed his teeth, teetering back and forth on the balls of his feet. “It’s about movie night.”

She stilled. “What about movie night?”

Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything, Vernon thought, pursing his lips. Aunt May hadn’t exactly been close with the Osborns, but he knew she had cared about Harry in her own way, the same way she cared about any neglected kid that Vernon brought home like an abandoned cat. She gave them as much comfort as she could, tried to give them the family they never really had, even if she knew she couldn’t completely replace them. It had happened before: Harry, and Luce—and now, Vernon thought with a little sigh, maybe even the team.

“Luce asked me to ask you if you were okay with us doing movie night this weekend,” he said slowly. “And there are these new kids, and she told me to ask them too, but if you’re busy we can always—”

“Vernon!” Aunt May smiled widely, coming out of the kitchen to rest her hands on his shoulders and give them a big squeeze. “Of course I’m okay with it! Oh, you don’t know how I wished you kids would do one of those again, I’m sure that’s what Harry would have wanted too.” She gave him a motherly smile, one that was soft and sad at the same time. “I’ll leave the house to you kids that day.”

“Oh, no, Aunt May, that’s not necessary—” he started, but she cut him off with a wave of her hand.

“Don’t be so formal with me, kiddo,” she said. “I know movie night means a lot to you, and if you have new friends coming over, I’m sure you don’t want a chaperone around.” She raised her eyebrows. “Although I would like to meet them before I go out.”

Vernon sighed, but there was a tiny smile on his face. “God, you’re the best.”

“And don’t you forget it.” She winked. “Besides, even an old woman like me needs to go out with her friends every once in a while, too. This might just turn out to be a good break for both of us.”

He nodded, feeling a welling of emotion in his chest that wouldn’t go down no matter how much he tried to push it away. One less thing to worry about, he thought half-heartedly, trying not to think about how Aunt May’s agreement meant movie night was on, which had the potential to be an even more worrying prospect. “I hope so.”

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popwasabi · 4 years

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“Who are you?” The scene that defines Chadwick Boseman’s legacy

Yesterday, the world lost a bright and promising, burgeoning talent in Chadwick Boseman.

I had wondered privately for a while if something was wrong with him, as others had as well online, as he appeared increasingly sicker with each interview he gave over the last two years. I thought maybe I had been looking too much into it, not wanting to jump to conclusions about who he was but now gravely we all know why.

The much too young star of films such as “42,” “Marshall,” and of course, “Black Panther” had been fighting a largely private battle with colon cancer for four years.

It was devastating hearing this news yesterday, the man who undeniably left behind a legacy of playing prominent black heroes, both historical and fictional, passed away just as he was starting to truly hit it big. When you begin to realize the man was dealing with cancer as he performed physically demanding roles in the MCU you begin to see the character and determination of a man unwilling to quit in the face of true adversity.

But he clearly wasn’t just doing it for himself when he continued making and promoting NINE more movies despite his diagnosis, afterall no one would’ve blamed the guy for taking it easy these past four years. He’s had many scenes that define his legacy over his all too short career but I feel it can really be summed up in one particular moment from by far his most famous film; “Black Panther.”

Those who know me or have read my work know that I have a fairly cynical relationship with the Marvel Cinematic Universe. While I would not say most of them are “bad” per se, I would say a ton of them are largely interchangeable action comedies with pretty straightforward messages about good vs evil for general audiences. They are largely popcorn escapism and though there is nothing technically wrong with that, I was starved for an MCU film that was sincere about its story finally and had something real to say.

Enter “Black Panther” in early 2018.

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“Black Panther” was everything I had long been waiting for in the MCU; a film with a real sense of vision and theme, a killer soundtrack, great supporting characters, a complicated and nuanced villain, and a story that didn’t feel the need to add a joke after every single scene like more typical MCU movies. The tip of that spear of course was Chadwick, who had already proved to be a great Black Panther in one of the few other sincere Marvel flicks “Civil War.” His natural charisma, physicality, and dramatic presence in this role made him a huge standout in frankly the best ensemble cast of any superhero movie ever.

The scene that truly sums up not just the mark “Black Panther” left on Hollywood but Chadwick’s own legacy comes at the very end though (the first of three, of course. It’s an MCU movie, afterall).

T’Challa has defeated his usurper cousin Erik Killmonger, his rule restored in Wakanda but clearly a changed man from the story’s beginning as he reckons with the complicated legacy of his father. He travels to Oakland, the birthplace of Killmonger, with his sister Shuri who he explains the crime committed by their father in this place and how it set off the events of the story. He turns to Shuri, tells her that he has decided to help this afflicted community by creating a Wakandan outreach center for the youth to give them a new hope in life. As he says this he decloaks their ship nearby, surprising the youth already in the area who are immediately in awe of it. One of the kids turns to T’Challa, smiling, a sense of inspiration and intrigue brewing inside, and asks “Who are you?” to which the young King simply smiles, then the credits roll.

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It’s a simple scene but it truly speaks to the impact left behind by Chadwick and the importance of representation.

“Black Panther” is hardly the first starring vehicle for a black man, it’s not even the first black super hero movie but what it made it different is it was the first blockbuster to truly lean unapologetically into its African identity to focus on the inspiration of a story centered around that culture. It showed Hollywood that an action blockbuster not just centered on a black star but centered on African culture had vast widespread appeal.

White kids will never have a shortage of white superheroes to grow up with on the big screen; a diverse palette of Supermans, Spider-mans, Captain Americas, and shit we’re even getting our sixth new Batman actor since 1989 soon. But Chadwick gave black kids their first real Superman of their own.

In the years since this came out, I have seen the influence, at times, firsthand among the youth. I work part-time as a kids martial arts instructor and each Halloween party we’ve held I’ve seen a few more T’Challas among the costumes represented. When I ask kids, black, white, or Asian, what their favorite superhero is, it always warms my heart to see a kid light up when they say “BLACK PANTHER!”

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(Seriously, cute AF)

This goes beyond just my anecdotal observations of course; the film grossed a billion dollars, and there are countless videos online of kids yelling “Wakanda forever!” at the top of their lungs while rocking a Black Panther suit or reciting one of the movie’s memorable lines. It’s beautiful because it speaks to that last scene’s key message; inspiration.

Growing up myself, as a half Asian American, there weren’t a ton of role models who looked like me to take inspiration from. I didn’t really understand how much this could affect me until I finally did start seeing people like myself occupy positions of influence. I didn’t start caring for baseball until I saw a slugger named Hideki Matsui smash a couple dingers in a Yankees’ uniform in the early 2000s. I didn’t care much for martial arts, outside my very early youth, until I witnessed a half Japanese Brazilian named Lyoto Machida KO Thiago Silva at UFC 94 in 2009. I didn’t care much for soccer until a striker named Keisuke Honda played out of his mind in the early rounds of the 2010 FIFA World Cup.

Sometimes you gotta see something happen in order to believe and be inspired by it and it’s easier to visualize it when you see someone who looks like you do it. That’s what representation means and why it’s important.

It’s easy for white America to dismiss the need for representation in media when theirs is so saturated in the culture everyday. Cries of “wHaT aBoUt wHiTe HiStORy mOnTH?!” delivered unironically while their history is proudly given front seat consideration in all forms of media, film, and influence every day. This is why it drives me so crazy when a white person tells me “representation isn’t important” because apparently, they “don’t need it.”

Well motherfucker, of course you don’t need it. You fucking got yours already!

(What every non-white person wants to say when confronted with this tired, out of touch argument...)

“Black Panther” delivered a superhero that not only black children could be proud of and love but someone they could draw inspiration from. Kids are going to want to become film directors cause of this movie, actors, stuntmen, martial artists, scientists, engineers, and so many other different things that the world of Wakanda proudly showcases and it’s all thanks to Chadwick’s leading man performance that made it possible.

Some jokes I’ve heard frequently on the internet is that Chadwick was on somewhat of a quest to play every major black role in story-telling history, what with performances as Jackie Robinson, Thurgood Marshall, James Brown, and of course Black Panther. But I think his 2018 speech at his Alma Mater of Howard really explains why he kept looking to play these major positive black roles.

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(I encourage you to listen to the whole thing but the part that’s important here begins at 21:55)

Hollywood likes to pigeon hole certain demographics of people (aka non-white) to play stereotypical roles forever until they are proven to be lucrative in different ways (Qualified Immunity of film-making if you will…). Black people largely could mostly play thugs and drug dealers, Latinx can only be gang bosses and poor servants and gardeners, Asians are either kung fu masters or some other offensive perpetual foreigner. And in worst cases no role at all, instead whitewashed for general audiences (aka white folk).

Chadwick took a stand that the color of his skin did not define who Hollywood narrowly believed he could perform as and set out to play characters and people who could inspire a new generation of African Americans and show the rest of the country that they were more than a stereotype.

When that young kid in that final scene asks, “Who are you?” and T’Challa smiles its because he knows he’s already changing hearts and minds for the future, just as Chadwick did playing this truly inspirational role.

“Black Panther” is not a perfect movie. I could discuss the ways it could’ve been better and even, less problematic in parts on a different day, but the legacy it leaves behind is one that’s undeniably positive and Chadwick was able to make that a reality. Perhaps he understood that if the world knew his diagnosis it would blunt the impact of “Black Panther’s” release, that if little kids and African Americans alike knew their superhero was already dying it would mar the film’s positivity and influence. I can’t speak for the dead obviously, and in no way am I saying one should just push through a cancer diagnosis and keep it secret, but I can see Chadwick understanding what it would mean for the audience if they just believed for as long as possible that they would have their king of Wakanda forever.

As Robert Downey Jr. said on social media last night “He leveled the playing field while fighting for his life.”

Though I will never know him personally, by most measures Chadwick seemed to be exactly the kind of hero he showed up to be on the big screen and his legacy will ultimately be that of one who looked to inspire others, particularly the next generation until his final breath. If that doesn’t make him a hero, I don’t know what does.

Rest in power, King. Wakanda Forever…

(Via BossLogic)

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spideyanakin · 4 years

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Le vent se lève, il faut tenter de vivre

Peter Parker x Reader

A/n : this was definitely not inspired by Barbie Mermaidia 👀

Synopsis; The wind rises its time to try and live. Peter becomes Spider-Man and has to push you away. He realises its the biggest mistake hes ever made.

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You and Peter had always been the best of friends. You were almost inseparable since the day you met. Both of you were desperately in love with each other, and everyone knew it. But neither of you wanted to ruin the perfect friendship you had, so you both stayed quiet enjoying your precious friendship.

You were only 12 the day you got bitten and far from being ready to handle such powers, and you thanked Peter every day for being there for you.

You were soon under Tony Stark's wing, and Peter loved all your stories. But when you came back every day with a brand new adventure to tell, the same name came up and filled him with jealousy.

You apparently had another best friend. One that was a superhero this time. The name Wiccan came up in all your stories and even buzzed up your phone.

Peter knew very well who he was even if he'd never met him. It was this fantastique new Avenger who was about your age. He was apparently somehow related to Scarlet Witch, and Peter hated how close the two of you were.

So when Peter heard some parts of your conversation with him and the words "I love you." and "Babe" popped up, Peter didn't even know how to react. It made him sick and boil up with jealousy that these words weren't for him

But because he loved you, he sucked it up and kept his anger for himself, wondering why you never talked about your relationship with the hero.

A little after Peter turned 15 your fates intertwined like it was meant to be. He got bitten the same way you did.

When he woke up from his 15h nap, you were there with a hot bowl of soup, speaking only in whispers.

The second you walked in the room and made eye contact with him you felt sudden sparks, almost impossible to explain.

"Hey" his rasped voice rang through his small room.

"You ok?" You took a seat on his bed.

"Yeah" he cleared his throat and sat up, the covers falling from his bare chest.

Your eyes quickly darted from his eyes to his chest and his chest to his eyes. You'd seen Peter shirtless millions of times but this was different. He was ripped like he'd been working out for days on end.

You felt your cheeks burn up and you cleared your throat realizing the spider bite truly had the same effect it had on you years ago.

"How's that spider bite treating you."

"Alright." He sighed and took your hand playing with your fingers for a few seconds "I feel terrible." He laughed to himself before finding himself stuck to your hand. He shook it a few times panicking when your hand didn't leave his.

"Oh my god." You laughed. "Happened to me with paper. Trust me, way worst." You shook your head. "Here." You placed a hand on top of his and looked him in the eyes. "I want you to relax Peter. Ok? Think of something you love, take a deep breath" You smiled and he nodded, Peter only having to look up to see the thing he loved the most.

A few seconds later and his hand slipped away from yours, both your hands suddenly feeling cold.

"Thanks."

You gave him a small smile suddenly feeling calm when you were around him. You felt like you could take anything as long as he was with you. You didn't know if it was you spider senses pushing together, or just the fact that you had the biggest crush on him.

"You'll learn to control it." You smiled taking his hand in yours. "Don't worry."

Your phone buzzed showing the name Peter hated so much. A bitter taste of jealousy filled Peter's mouth, making him determined to be better than any superhero ever was. He didn't know if it was the spider bite who made him this brave but he sure liked the feeling.

"Hi, babe." Your bubbly voice rang through Peter's ears like poison.

"Oh ok." You frowned. "Coming right away."

"I have to go, Tony needs me." You stood up and grabbed your bag from the floor. "I really wish I could stay." you gave him an apologetic smile and kissed his cheek before leaving.

Peter dropped on his bed and sighed in frustration, hating the thought of you loving someone else. He was sick to be just your friend, he really wanted more.

So one thing led to another and Peter left into the city, not waiting for you to help him, he wanted to get strong and show you he was more worthy than any hero.

"That was amazing!" You high fived Wiccan before jumping out of the plane.

"Tell me about it." He laughed.

Your phone buzzed the familiar number of your mother popping up.

"Heyo."

"Y/n... Where are you?" your cheery voice contrasted with the sadness of your mother's.

"Stark tower. Why? Is everything ok?" Your heart started to race.

"Can you come home, please. And ask for a ride, I don't want you alone." Your mother's tone didn't help the fear rise in you.

"Ok. But what happened Mom."

"Something's happened to Ben... And um... we can't find Peter." Her words were enough to send your mind into autopilot.

"On my way" You grabbed your bag and left, the tears in your eyes enough to make Happy drive you back with no questions asked.

You tried to dial Peter's number but you were face to face with his voicemail. Panic rose in you as you started out your window. The second you'd cross the bridge to Queens, you knew you had to find Peter.

"Happy stop here."

"But were miles away from-"

"Happy please." You cried out making Happy fall silent.

You placed your mask before jumping out of the car and swinging away, leaving your bag and phone with Happy.

You roamed the city for Parker, didn't even sense the gun watching you with every move.

After a good 30 minutes, you made a full stop at Peter's window, wishing with every bone in your body that he had come back.

The second you saw Peter the pressure immediately dropped.

You opened his window and hugged him for dear life, not baring to lose him.

"Don't do this to me ever again." You cried as you jumped in his arms. Peter's arms slowly came around your body.

"He's gone Y/n and it's all my fault." Peter cried into your shoulder some pressure finally releasing.

"Don't say that." You held on tighter to him.

"Yes! I should have stopped that guy when I had the chance!"

"Peter you didn't do anything. Please promise me you won't go after that man alone. And please wait for me to train you a little, bad things happens when you don't know how to use your powers. Peter with great power comes great responsibility." You pleaded.

"Where did you hear that." Peter looked at you his eyes getting glossy.

"Ben told me when he found out..."

"He knew about you!" Peter's eyes went wide.

"I wanted to tell you but he told me not to say anything. May didn't know either!"

"I-" Peter didn't say anything else and held you tight, sobs coming out of his mouth.

"Peter trust me this isn't your fault." You placed a hand through his hair trying to make him feel better.

"You don't get it Y/n. He-" Peter met your eyes, fear coming up to his brown ones. He suddenly pushed himself away from you realizing what he had to do to keep you safe.

"Peter?"

"We can't be friends anymore."

"What?" Your eyes widen.

"I said we can't be friends anymore. Forget I ever exist." He looked at you so deep in the eyes it almost scared you.

"Peter. What? What did I do?" Warm tears started falling down your eyes. "I've done nothing but to try and help you."

"Leave, please." Peter raised his hand towards the window, his voice cracking at the last word.

"Is it about Ben? You wished I was there to save him don't you?" That didn't even cross Peter's mind.

"No! It's not about Ben." Peter cried out his voice cracking even more. He loved you and didn't want to let you go but he didn't have a choice. He'd angered the man who killed Ben, and he was now looking for you. If Peter was far away from then they would probably leave you alone.

"Then what is it, Peter!" You slightly raised your voice regretting it in an instant. "I'm sorry." You wiped a few tears away from your eyes and left in a hurry, leaving both of you heartbroken.

You made a full stop in a small alley.

"Im so stupid!" You kicked a rock, guilt already building up in your stomach. You pealed your mask off and threw it on the floor already feeling sick.

"Don't say that sweetie." A deep voice rang from behind.

You turned around a fell face to face with a strong man.

Before you had time to react you were knocked down by a second guy who was right behind you. Your unconscious body fell right Into their bag.

Happy fumbled through the back seat to find your ringing phone.

"I knew she should have kept it" he grumbled before taking it and answering it.

"Hello Y/n where are you!?" A woman's voice came out of the machine.

"Mrs. L/n? This is Happy, Y/n left the car a while ago she forgot her phone. Is everything alright."

"Happy? Oh hi. Um yes... Actually no. Y/n hasn't come home yet how long ago did you drop her off?"

"I'd say about an hour ago." Happy sighed.

"Oh god." Happy could hear her tears through the phone. Like the shock of losing a dear friend wasn't enough, her own daughter hadn't come home.

"You want me to search for her?"

"No um, I'll make a few calls and I'll come back to you if I need anything. But thank you."

Happy sighed and placed the phone back in your bag.

When May received the call she first went to Peter. The situation already being very difficult, she feared Peter's reaction.

"Peter, have you seen Y/n today?"

"No" Peter's tone felt cold and monotonous much to May's dislike.

"Have you talked to her today?"

"No" he sniffed his tone still being hard to take in.

"Alright." May backed away.

A day hours later and still no sign of you. Tony Stark had gotten involved this time, and made a team up to try and find you.

So when Peter heard May on the phone with your mother, his heart raced and his palms felt sweaty.

His mind twisted before thinking the worst. He had succeeded. He had taken you, hostage. like he promised Peter he would.

When Ben died, he chased the culprit not thinking of the consequences. So when his phone ringed with a picture of you, the man promised he would hunt you down and hurt you.

"Shit." Peter punched his wall in anger, pain filling his body. He lost Ben, he couldn't lose you too.

Peter fumbled through his closet and grabbed a hoodie and the web-shooters you gave him before running out his window.

Peter roamed the streets of NY before finding a white wagon that looked just like the one he saw the night before.

Peter could hear the men's faint whispers. Their words sent Peter's blood to turn cold.

"You have the girl."

"Yeah, and the gun."

Peter gulped before getting himself ready to jump and punched the hell out of them.

He was about to shoot a web when an arm grabbed his shoulder.

"Whoever you are. Don.'t" A deep teenage voice made Peter turn around.

A handsome face greeted him. Peter felt jealousy and anger rise as he recognized Wiccan.

"You're Peter aren't you?" Wiccan's face lights up with a smile.

"Maybe," Peter grumbled not happy at all to see Wiccan knew who he was.

"Well, Peter. I must say you are quite Handsom Y/n is right." Wiccan laughed to himself, making Peter knit his eyebrows.

"Anyway, you can't take these guys by yourself you know? You just got these powers, you need to get use to them. I'll help you." He gave Peter a bright smile, making Peter want to throw up.

"Im ok, thanks." Peter bitterly replied and shot a web right at the guys.

"Great, he's stubborn too." Wiccan followed him towards the van.

The boys started fighting, Peter not knowing what to do half of the time.

Before he knew it Peter was sent flying and hit his head on the floor falling unconscious.

"C'mon!" Wiccan grumbled before punching a guy right in the face and running towards Peter.

He grabbed Peter and left for the Avenger compound.

Peter woke up with a blinding light. He rubbed his eyes a headache kicking in.

"Where am I?" Peter sat up and rubbed his eyes more.

"Stark tower." Wiccan's voice echoed through the room.

Peter's stomach did a twist. So much for trying to be better than him. He started to feel sick, he humiliated himself in front of your boyfriend.

"Agh" Peter rubbed his forehead trying to calm himself down.

"You took a big hit. I really hoped that pretty face of yours wasn't too damaged, Y/n would have killed me." He laughed to himself again while placing his headband back on.

Peter stayed focused on his aching head, ignoring Wiccan's comment. He was hating him more and more every one of his words felt like pure mockery.

"The rest of the Avengers are trying to find her. You can come with me when you feel better."

"Yeah, yeah" Peter grumbled hating the smile he was giving him.

"What?"

"Nothing" Peter definitely wasn't in the mood to talk.

"God, Y/n told me you were much much nicer than this." He laughed trying to ease the tension.

"Well, apparently I'm not." Peter snapped before realizing he shouldn't bring his pain on him. "I just made a stupid mistake, and now she's paying the price for it. We both are." Peter sat up.

"What do you mean?" Wiccan folded his arms getting more Interested in what Peter had to say, not even caring about Peter's mood swings.

"The guy who took her. He killed my uncle. I went after him that day and he caught me. He told me he would hurt her if I continued hunting him."

"And you did." Wiccan finished already knowing the story. "Let me guess, you pushed her away thinking she would be safe?" Wiccan chuckled. "Ah, stupid straight boys" Wiccan said mainly to himself before leaving the room.

Peter shot his head towards him and knitted his eyebrows once again not understating what he meant.

Meanwhile, you woke up, tied up on a chair in the back of a van.

"Morning sleepy head." A tall man jumped in the van and walked towards you a gun in hand.

"Your friends were here, the brown-haired one was there too." He smirked. "He's falling right into our trap. Bet they'll be back"

He caressed your cheek with his gun.

"Can't wait to torture you in front of him." He laughed and you just stayed quiet. "You know our boss is furious he came after us. We told him we'd hurt you if he continued, but I guess the little boy wanted revenge for his uncle, how cute." He pouted and made a baby voice.

Your eyes widen as you connected the dots. Peter pushed you a way to get revenge on Ben, it had to be the answer to his sudden mood change.

The front door opened and a new man entered putting himself behind the wheel.

"Brother?"

"Yeah?"

"Where too?"

"The base." The first man looked at you and played with his gun.

"Which base?" The one behind the wheel replied.

"The one in Tokyo." He sassed.

"Alright then, Tokyo it is!" The other one happily said before starting the car.

"No, you idiot! The one we just came back from!"

"Oh Yeah! Sorry, that makes more sense." The man stupidly laughed and turned the wheel.

You looked between the driver seat and the man holding the gun, confused by their stupidity and already thinking a way to use it as your advantage.

"What?" The first man spat when he saw you stare at him.

"Nothing, just-" you thought for a second. "I've been captured by your boss before, and um" you looked at the road. "this is not the way there." You shook your head.

"What?"

"No this is clearly going to bring us right in front of the Avenger tower." You nodded. It didn't take the men much to believe you.

"Did you hear that!?" The first man spat to his brother. "You're bringing us right Into these superheroes! That's why I'm mom's favorite!"

"Hey! That's not true!"

"Yeah, it is! She even said so!"

"Oh, and you know what she said to me?" The one behind the wheel angrily replied while slightly turning around to face his brother, losing eyes on the road and causing the van to turn.

"Boys! Eyes on the road!" You screamed, the chair you were tied to slid to the other side of the van and hit a wall making your side crash into it.

Cars were honking making the driver come back to his seat and grumbling words that you wouldn't be able to hear without your spider powers.

"Sorry." He grabbed your chair and placed you back.

"So tell us where to go." He looked at you hope in his eyes.

You eyed the road and thought for a second. You remembered your favorite barbie movie, where the mermaid prince was held, hostage. You clearly didn't know if it was going to work, but what did you have to lose.

"Left."

"Go left!" He screamed at his brother.

"GOING LEFT!"

A few seconds passed and he was back at an intersection.

"Now?"

You looked at the road again.

"Left"

"Go Left!" He repeated you like a parrot.

"GOING LEFT!"

The car turned, making your chair slightly move.

"Thank you, means a lot to us. You see it's our first week." The man kindly smiled, and a small amount of pity filled your stomach.

"Now?" The brother behind the wheel screamed.

"Now?"

"Left."

"LEFT!"

"GOING LEFT." You bit your lip to stop laughing way to happy this worked.

While you gained yourself some time the Avengers were roaming the streets for the white van Wiccan had talked about.

"Guys!" Bucky screamed to the group eyeing a white van who was turning around the same block.

Cap observed the van from the rooftop a few seconds while Sam scanned the registration slate.

"Matching" he nodded over the intercom.

"Why is it turning around?" Bucky asked laughing at the stupidity of the situation. "They're gonna get caught by the police." He laughed while joining the team.

You smiled when you heard the loud thump of captain American and saw falcon arriving straight at you.

The man didn't even have time to blame you that the car almost flipped around trying to escape them.

But lucky for you iron man came swooping in and shattered the door, grabbing you in the action.

Cap took care of the van while Tony dropped you a few blocks away.

You fixed your clothes once on the floor and was surprised when Tony hugged you.

"You scared us, kid." You thought he was about to cry and you were just happy you managed to pull that trick on them.

"Why were they going around in circles?" Bucky arrived and looked at you for answers.

"Oh, let's just say they were dumb enough to think I knew where their base was."

The whole team burst out laughing, and two boys arrived in front of you.

"Oh thank god they found you." Wiccan jumped into your arms making Peter look away and leaving him feeling more hurt than anything.

"Peter?" You titled your head seeing a sad Peter standing behind Wiccan.

"Hey" he waved his hand and gave you a sheepish smile.

"I'll let you two figure some things out." Wiccan laughed to ease the tension and left towards Tony.

"Hey."

"Hey." Peter swung his arms on each side of his body.

"im sorry." He sighed and looked at his feet. "It was wrong for me to push you away like that. I just-"

"You wanted to protect me." You sighed. "And look pushing me away isn't going to do anything. Sticking together will." You smiled and walked closer to him.

"Im sorry." Peter looked at you and you rested your hand on his shoulder.

"It's ok." You smiled.

"I'll go back home." He played with a rock on the floor. "I'll let you stay with your boyfriend." He nodded towards Wiccan who was talking to Tony.

"Boyfriend?" Your eyes went wide and you started laughing.

"What's so funny?" Peter asked more than confused.

"He's not my boyfriend." You tried to calm down your laughter. "He's gay!"

Peter's face fell which made you laugh even more.

"But- Why did you call him 'babe' and say 'I love you' over the phone?"

"Peter, I say babe to my girls all the time. And 'I love you' because he's my best friend!" You looked at him your tone getting a little more serious.

"Really?" Peter's face lights up like a Christmas tree.

"So he isn't your boyfriend?" He continued, loving the turn this conversation took.

"No!" You chuckled.

"Then no one is there to stop me from doing this." Peter took your hand before smashing his lips to yours, the kiss being like an explosion of fireworks.

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bellarke-angel · 4 years

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Long Lost Confessions.

I actually got this idea from @daenerya so thank you for the inspiration! I'll be adding a keep reading thing to this as soon as I can use the laptop, so sorry if this is super long on your timeline rn

[X]

Bellamy had been the first to notice the lack of Clarke's presence as spacekru gathered around the dining hall, prepared to discuss their plans with Sanctum's land. For now, they were forced to stay there, needing the safety blanket of the radiation shield to stop whatever creatures from coming in and tearing them to shreds. But this land was full of ghosts now, people who were taken from them...Clarke almost being one of them. Murphy seemed to clock onto the fact that Bellamy wasn't listening - something not seen often from the tall man - narrowing his eyes at the boy as he scanned the room clearly looking for someone. The scranny built boy sunk back away from Emori and the others, drifting over to his friend, quickly figuring out whom was missing from their group.

Bellamy's friends had known about his feelings for the blonde since the week after they'd landed on the ground. They had to watch as he tortured himself for not making a move, or kicked the dirt when he accidentally pissed Clarke off. It was tiresome. It had been more years than any of them could count on their fingers, and yet the pair still hadn't confessed their attraction to one another. Even whilst they were hurdling through endless space, with Clarke pressumed dead, Bellamy thought about her everyday. Bringing her up as often as he could; as though he was keeping her memory alive.

Murphy nudged the brunette, stripping him from his thoughts and bringing his attention back to reality.

"She left a few minutes ago," He told Bellamy. Murphy's eyes flickered around the half full hall before muttering. "Maybe now is the right time to tell her."

Bellamy's eyebrows knitted together at his friends words, "Tell her what?"

This earned an eyeroll from Murphy, "You know what I'm talking about, man. Tell her before some other war comes flying our way and you don't get the chance."

The man shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot, eyes trained to the ground. He'd been longing to tell Clarke how he'd felt about her since he found out she was alive, when he thought he'd lost her again...he could've swore he felt his heart tear into two. Bellamy released a heavy sigh, trying to gather as much courage as he could find within himself. With just a simply nod to his friend, he slipped out of the hall in pursue of the girl he loved.

[X]

Bellamy had been searching for almost twenty minutes to find the missing blonde, the brunette's heart starting to pound with worry that maybe something had happened. But when he pushed opened the doors of the school, he saw a familiar glint of blonde hair perched on one of chairs. It seemed as though Clarke hadn't noticed Bellamy enter the room, her mind and body focused on whatever was in her hand. He could already tell she was deep in thought, mind somewhere else if just for a moment. Bellamy strolled over without a word, placing a hand on the woman's shoulder, startling her.

"Sorry," He apologised quickly, the blonde visibly relaxing when she knew it was Bellamy. She shot him a sad smile. It took one look at what she held in her hand to figure out why. It was a sketch she'd draw of her mother. Bellamy knew the heartache, this was a wound that would never heal. "She'd be proud of you."

Clarke seemed to appreciate those words, her eyes fluttering shut as if she was fighting the tears battling to be released. Bellamy decided to settle himself into the seat beside her, turning it to face her whilst gently removing the paper from Clarke's hands and putting on the table. The man scooped up the blonde's hands - it had always amused him how much smaller they were compared to his - the action causing Clarke to look to him. It was like something electrified their bodies each time their eyes connected. A million unsaid words trapped within them. Bellamy tried to lighten the mood, wanting lift Clarke's spirits, even if it was only by a little.

"Do you remember that night you found out I was afraid of spiders?"

Clarke knew what he was doing, nodding as she fought a smile at the memory.

"How I practically screamed for you to get it out of my room in Arkadia? Only for you to pick it up and wave it in my face." Bellamy hadn't found it amusing at the time, but thinking back on it, he was grateful to see her so happy and care-free for once. He smirked at the memory now, watching as Clarke stifled a small giggle.

"Thee Bellamy Blake, scared of a harmless little spider." She quoted, recalling the memory perfectly in her mind as though it wasn't a million years ago. Her smile fell, "I miss those moments."

Bellamy's heart faltered at how broken she sounded, for so long she'd held the weight of the world on her shoulders. Everyone blaming her, he'd always tried to carry the weight with her, not let her bare it alone. God knows what guilt could do to a person; he gave her hands a squeeze, already missing her smile.

"I miss seeing Jasper's annoying face, and hearing Monty's rambling about algae," Bellamy admitted with a saddened chuckle. They'd lost so many.

"I miss listening to Kane and Jaha's bullshit on the Ark," Clarke said, as much as she hated those times, at least everyone was alive. "I miss my mom."

Bellamy held in a breath at her words, her couldn't tell if she was crying, her eyes focused on her lap as she fiddled with a loose part of her fingernail.

"I wouldn't wish to be back there though," Bellamy spoke, breaking the eery silence between them. Clarke glanced up, "If they hadn't of send us to the ground, I wouldn't have met you. And that...would suck more than any of the shit that's happened."

A genuine smile crept along Clarke's lips, the girl suddenly feeling nervous under Bellamy's gaze.

"You hated me when we first met." Clarke raised an eyebrow, as if challenging him to disagree. Bellamy shrugged.

"I could never hate you, Clarke. Haven't you noticed that by now?"

Something danced in Bellamy's eyes, a look Clarke had seen a lot from the boy when they were having conversations as personal as this. It was as though he was trying to show her something...to tell her something. Bellamy grunted in annoyance at himself, hating himself for not being able to just say it. The man's reaction causing Clarke to worry.

"Bellamy, what—"

"Fuck it," Bellamy cut her off, tossing away all the scared thoughts in his mind and saying what he's wanted to say for so many years, "I could never hate you, Clarke, because I loved you."

The words poured out of his mouth in a rushed, nervous mess, yet Clarke clung to his every word. Her heart thumping heavily against her chest and for once, not because she was afraid. Love. That was the reason. Bellamy was the reason. The boy sat before her looking hopeless, as though he was terrified she wouldn't reciprocate. That was when the shock wore off and a smile formed on Clarke's pale pink lips, happiness fighting off the sad as she stared at the beautiful brown eyed boy before her.

"I loved you too, Bellamy."

It wasn't what he'd been expecting, this whole time he was frightened his feelings were one way. Although everyone claimed different, even Clarke's own mother once. But to hear the words fall from Clarke's own lips, it was like music to his ears.

"I still love you..." The blonde continued, "I've loved you for so long that it hurts."

"Why didn't you tell me?" Was the first question to slip out of Bellamy's mouth. If she'd felt the same way so long ago they could've spared all the angst and been together, properly. Clarke sighed, lifting her shoulders just to let them fall again.

"Fear?...rejection? I never thought you saw me that way, you did always have a thing for brunettes." Clarke told him, knowing it was true, from Raven, to Gina, to the rumours of him having slept with Echo. He seemed to have a type.

Bellamy shook his head. "No-one ever compared to you. No-one knows me like you, I never loved them, Clarke. I think..." Bellamy hesitated for a moment, swallowing before meeting Clarke's curious blue orbs. "You're the only woman I've ever loved."

Clarke edged closer to the boy she'd so longed to lock lips with, the man she'd wished she could snuggle up with, hug, laugh, live happily with. Bellamy seemed to sense what she wanted to do, meeting her halfway as their lips collided. Passion egniting almost instantly.

It was as if they fit like a puzzle, Bellamy's hand finding way to tangle in Clarke's short yet perfect blonde hair. Clarke's hands clasping the sides of Bellamy's face as though he was about to vanish, desperate for his touch. A small whimper falling from her lips as she felt his tongue brush her bottom lip asking for entrance; something Clarke happily granted. The sound of Clarke's quiet moans causing Bellamy's blood to rush through his body, pulling her tighter against him, using the table to his advantage as he allowed his hands to slip down to her ass, hauling her onto the table.

Not once breaking the kiss, Bellamy didn't want any space left between them. His body aching to be as close to the woman in his arms as possible. Clarke ran her fingers over his heavy built jacket as Bellamy's tongue delved inside her mouth, forcing another moan from her lips. The blonde was quick to tug the material down his arms, ensuring that it was no longer in her way of his chiseled to perfection body. A sigh left Clarke as the man she so cared for began peppering delicate kisses down her neck, the blonde arching it to give him more access.

"Bellamy."

A groan erupted from the back of Bellamy's throat hearing her finally moan his name, the man daring to leave a mark on her collar bone, a smirk growing on his lips knowing people would clock onto what had happened. Whilst he's busy littering lovebites wherever he can, he toys with the hem of her shirt before hauling it over her head and tossing it aside. They prayed no-one would walk in. It'd be pretty hard to talk their way out of this one.

The sight of Clarke in his arms, plump pink lips from the kissing, topless, out of breath and needy as fuck, would almost make Bellamy reach his high right there.

"You have no idea how beautiful you look, why the fuck didn't I tell you sooner?" Bellamy complimented, enjoying the sight of Clarke's cheeks burning red. "You look cute when you're flustered."

Clarke rolled her eyes this time, "Just shut up and fuck me."

Bellamy did as he was told, just as eager as she was. His hand massaging Clarke's boob as he closed his mouth around her nipple, sucking lightly before take a bite. The sharp move causing Clarke to hiss in pleasure, arousal pooling in her underwear. The blonde aching to just rip them off. Bellamy's free hand now attempting to remove the clothes that restricted their bodies from touching, the man wanting to feel Clarke's bare skin against his own. Before Clarke had even noticed the pair were stripped of their clothes completely, the blonde only being left in her underwear. Bellamy smirked as he swiped a hand over her vagina, Clarke whined at the contact.

"You do realise these are soaked through?"

Clarke glared, "Well it's your fault, stop pissing around and just take them off already."

Bellamy was quick to tear the fabric from Clarke's body, the sound echoing through the rather large and empty room. If Clarke wasn't so desperate for him to touch her, she'd scold him for that. Bellamy found himself practically drooling as he felt how wet she really was, all of this, just for him...because of him. Bellamy struggled to hold himself together, her touch feeling as though she was lighting a fire along his skin. Her nails running down his back, making him shiver in lust. He wanted her and he wanted her now. In less than a second, Clarke felt a feeling she'd been aching for for a long time. Pleasure washing over her as she moaned, eyes focusing on Bellamy enjoying how much he loved seeing her like this. They'd definitely over-stepped the line of friendship, there was no question about that.

Clarke's hand slipped around to the nape of Bellamy's neck, pulling him into another hungry kiss. The blonde wanting to feel every part of him all over her, her eyes screwed shut as she felt a familiar feeling she knew all too well. It took seconds before she fell over the edge, a panting mess.

"Jesus christ, I haven't felt that good in years." Was all she could say as Bellamy smirked, proud of himself.

The blonde glanced down between them, raising her eyebrows at the sight. Just as she expected. She smiled playfully and Bellamy knew she was about to make some sort of joke.

"Someone's happy to see me."

"I've been happy to see you for a long time, princess. Trust me." The low growl of his voice just made her want him more, bringing him closer once more. This time for something a lot more than fingers, the blonde gnawing her lips as she wrapped her hand around Bellamy's shaft, causing a moan to escape his lips this time. Through all the pleasure, he smiled lovingly at the woman before him, "I love you, Clarke."

A sweet smile found itself on Clarke's lips, her heart fluttering happily at his words. "I love you too, Bellamy."

#smut #bellarke fluff #bellarke #bellarke fanfiction #i'm bellarke trash #bellamy blake #bellamy x clarke #clarke x bellamy #clarke griffin #the 100 #monty green #jasper jordan #john murphy

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spxderman-s · 4 years

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i wish we had more time

summary: you are one of the select few who knows about spider-man. living across the hall from peter parker for years helped accomplished that. when the alien overlord thanos begins his invasion of earth, you know peter’s responsibility--but your heart says otherwise.

pairings: peter parker x reader

word count: 1645

a/n: this is set in the beginning of infinity war, and loosely inspired by the conversation between pepper & tony. the phrase “i wish we had more time” kept playing over and over in my head so i had to write something

The day began like any other day. The sun rose over the city, slowly and silently. People went about their lives as usual. Cars honked, birds chirped, planes flew overhead. Everything was...normal.

Normal. What a strange word.

You rolled over in your bed, the sliver of sunlight filtering through your curtains waking you. Rubbing your eyes groggily, you glanced over at your bedside clock and groaned. The bus down the street would be here soon.

You could hear your brother in the kitchen making coffee, the smell permeating the small apartment. Slipping on an old school sweatshirt and tugging on a pair of jeans, you headed into the bathroom to wash your face and brush your teeth.

“Pancakes?” your brother asked you as you entered the kitchen and sat at the table.

You nodded, stuffing your books into your backpack. “Gotta take them to-go, though. I’m late.”

The kitchen was small and cramped. There were stacks of books everywhere--courtesy of your brother being an author. Pictures of your life were all over the walls; losing your first tooth, winning the elementary school science fair. It wasn’t messy--just lived-in. The apartment was a safe space for you and your brother, ever since you lost your parents a few years back after the first alien invasion of the city.

“I’ll see you later,” you said, grabbing a couple pancakes and stuffing them in your mouth. “Love you!”

Your brother laughed at you trying to speak around the pancakes. “Have a good day, kid. I love you too.”

You smiled and left the apartment, cramming the last of the pancake into your mouth as you locked the door. You shifted your backpack onto your shoulders and turned around to leave--running right into Peter.

“Whoa--hey, are those pancakes?” he asked, pointing to your mouth.

You clapped at hand over your mouth and tried not to laugh, swallowing your breakfast. “Yeah, sorry.”

The two of you started walking to the bus stop together, laughing and talking about how you couldn’t wait to graduate and the latest episode of Game of Thrones. Every time Peter laughed, you felt a twinge in your chest.

This wasn’t the first time you had felt it, either. There had been many occasions where both of you had danced around your feelings for each other. Unfortunately, both of you were cowards and refused to admit anything.

You glanced at him sideways, his eyes lighting up as he spoke, the sunlight bouncing off his brown curls and beautiful smile. Time always seemed to slow down whenever you looked at him.

“What are you looking at?” His voice startled you, bringing you back to earth.

“Nothing--I was just listening.”

Peter didn’t buy it, playfully shoving you. “Alright, what did I just say?”

“That you’re not impressed with this latest season of Game of Thrones?”

“Nope,” he laughed. “I said that about two blocks back.”

“Sorry,” you replied sheepishly. “Today just feels--weird.”

“You’re weird.”

You both sat down on the bench at the bus stop, your hand resting on the edge of the seat, inches from his. His fingers were close enough to yours that you could feel the warmth radiating from them--all you needed to do was reach out and touch. You looked down at them, as if staring would make them intertwine.

“[Y/N], can I ask you something?” he suddenly spoke, moving his hand away and standing up.

“Yeah, of course,” you replied, brow furrowed in confusion. “What’s up?”

“I--uh...how do I put this…,” he scratched his head and started pacing in front of you. “We’ve been good friends for a while now, right?”

“Yeah,” you answered slowly. “So what?”

“We spend a lot of time together,” he went on, his cheeks beginning to blush. “And--I...uh, well--”

“Peter, please,” you interrupted him, “just say whatever’s on your mind.”

He stopped in his tracks and stared at you. He’s never stared at you like this before. His brown eyes seemed to look within you, burning bright with ferocity.

“Peter?”

“I like you, okay?” he suddenly blurted, and immediately covered his mouth.

Stunned, your jaw went slack--closed--and opened again, but nothing came out.

“I always like hanging out with you, no matter what we do,” he rushed out. “And--I always thought you were really pretty, and I always wondered why you wanted to hang out with me.”

This was really happening, here and now. The little voice in your head screamed at you to say something, but all you could do was stare at him, standing there, looking so...perfect.

“Will you stop staring at me and say something?”

“I like staring at you, idiot,” you snapped. “I’ve always liked looking at you. I like you too, alright? There. I said it.”

Now it was his turn to look surprised. “W-what?”

“Here we are, finally admitting our feelings about each other, and all you can say is ‘w-w-what’?” you rolled your eyes and crossed your arms over your chest. “I’m not stupid, and neither are you. We both knew, but we were too afraid to say anything.”

Peter returned to his spot next to you on the bench and stared forward. “Well...here we are.”

“Here we are,” you muttered.

“So...you’ve had feelings for me?” he asked, his voice soft.

“Don’t act like you didn’t know,” you scoffed, looking at him. “It’s not like either of us is any good at being discreet.”

He chuckled, and your stomach flipped. “Well, then the only solution is with an actual question.”

“What’s that?”

“Do you--do you want to start...dating? Like officially?”

You couldn’t hide the smile that blossomed over your face, paired with furiously blushing cheeks. “I would like that very much.”

Before he could say anything else, you mustered what little courage you had and slipped your hand into his. His fingers tightened around yours immediately, and the world felt right. Every piece seemed to fall into place at that exact moment--the two of you holding hands for the first time at the bus stop.

Suddenly, he sat up straight.

“Peter?” you asked, leaning forward. “What’s wrong?”

“Something’s coming,” he said, your fingers slipping from his as he stood up. “Something big.”

His phone started ringing. As he answered it, you heard a thunderous sonic boom that shook the buildings around you.

You shot to your feet and looked up to the sky--the pit of your stomach filling with dread.

A giant alien spaceship had entered the atmosphere--bigger than the one six years ago. Way bigger. It looked like a giant circle, its colossal engines creating a mini vortex right in the middle of New York City. The wind flurried leaves and trash and anything not held down, like a tornado.

“Peter?” you shouted over the roar of the wind, “what the hell is happening?”

He grabbed you by the arm and hurried you into a nearby shop. “Just stay here, alright? Don’t leave until you hear back from me.”

“Peter--wait,” you pleaded, grabbing his hand again. You wanted to just rewind and sit on the bench with him once more, feel his warmth, feel him stay. “Peter, please--I know you have to go save the world and everything but--”

He pulled you into his arms and held you tightly. You could smell a hint of cologne mixed with his laundry detergent, and you bury your face in his shoulder. His skin was so warm...you wanted to just stay like this forever.

“I have to do this,” he murmured into your hair. “Please, [Y/N], you have to understand.”

“Why do I feel like you won’t come back this time?” your voice broke with emotion, and you tighten your grip around him.

“I just told the girl I’ve liked for the last few years how I felt, only to find out that she feels the same way,” he chuckled. “I’ll be back. I promise.”

You never imagined it would be so hard to pull away from someone, but somehow you managed it. He gave you that crooked smile you loved so much, gently brushed a finger over your lips, and...he was gone.

You stared at him as his suit appeared over his body while he ran, straight towards the giant alien ship that was ten times bigger than the one that killed your parents. With one thwip of his webs, he swung out of your sight.

The shop owners were friendly and offered to let you stay until enforcement controlled the situation. You obliged, sitting in the window, watching the ship with worried eyes.

You didn’t know how much time had passed, until your phone rang with the cheery jingle you assigned to Peter. You answered it swiftly, your heart pounding in your ears. “Peter?”

“H-hey, [Y/N]--there’s been a--a slight bump in the road.” You could hear static interfering with the call.

“What happened? Are you coming back?” As you spoke, you saw the ship begin to rise into the sky--leaving the planet. For a moment, relief flooded through you. “It’s leaving!”

“Yeah--*static*--about that--,” you heard him say. Icy dread shot through your veins. “I’m--*static*--I’m sorry, [Y/N].”

“Peter,” you whimpered. “Please tell me you’re not on that ship.”

There was more and more interference, you could barely make out his words.

“I wish we had more time,” he spoke, his voice breaking. “I’m sorry.”

There was nothing but static as you watched the alien ship disappear into the atmosphere and out of sight. You could do nothing but stare out into the sky, inhaling the remnants of Peter’s scent still lingering on your clothes...and cry.

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uglypastels · 6 years

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✏ My fact is that I have an obsession with Lisa Frank stickers and art even though I'm almost 17. The title I have for you is; "Eyes as bright as the stars and heart as big as the sun" sorry if it's to long, I can send a different one instead.

I did switch up the title. Hope you don’t mind. I was really inspired by it, so I didn’t want something else.

It turned out to be a bit longer than a “short” story. Hope you Enjoy!!

The Sun, the Stars and the Moon // Tom Holland

Tom stirred in his sleep. Frustrating images flashed before his eyes before he jumped up, waking himself up. His hand reached up to his heart, while the other for the hand of (Y/N). She didn’t even budge, her chest rising and falling slowly as she breathed calmly in her sleep. The opposite of Tom. He had to close his eyes and count to ten before his breathing stabilized. The hand clutching on to his heart stopped shaking. His skin felt clammy and cold.

(Y/N) turned, still sleeping. Tom let go of her hand so she could fall to her side more comfortably. He loved watching her sleep. She looked so peaceful and sweet. Her hair falling around her face perfectly, enveloping the pillow her head was resting on.

With his face in his hands, Tom fell back into his own pillow. He exhaled deeply. There was no need to worry. Everything was great. He was still in bed, the love of his life right next to him. It was just a stupid night terror. Just like the ones he used to have when he was younger. He had to just shake it off and go back to sleep.

Only he couldn’t. Half an hour later, and Tom was still wide awake. Lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, listening to the cute snores of his girlfriend. It wasn’t even that bad, he thought. The problem now was that after the long period of just laying, not doing anything, his mouth had gotten incredibly dry. He needed a drink.

Careful not to made any harsh noises to wake (Y/N) up, Tom pulled off the sheets from his body and got up. The warm summer air felt tight around him. Quickly, but quietly, Tom walked towards the door and opened it hoping it wouldn’t crack this time. He only turned on the light in the hallway after he had closed the door. His eyes had to take a moment to get used to the brightness. Once they did though, he walked to the kitchen, still as quiet as he possibly could.

When he finally reached the kitchen Tom didn’t bother turning on the lights in there. He knew his way around that part of the house perfectly and, anyway, there was still some light shining through from the corridor. He could see just fine.

That was proved wrong by the first step he took. When he stubbed his leg against a chair. It took everything in his body not to scream out in pain. He had to think of (Y/N). He didn’t want to wake her up at… Tom turned to look at the clock on the oven… At 12:49 am. This was going to be a long night. He knew it.

Ignoring the pain, Tom walked to the fridge. He opened it just to stare at it blankly, forgetting what he wanted to get in the first place. He closed it, a bit too hard. The loud smack made him cringe but also remember what he came to do. Drink, he needed something to drink. Tea? That’s what people drank when they couldn’t sleep, right?

The cupboard above his head flew open as Tom pulled at the handle. The smell of various sorts of tea that (Y/N) had bought over the months filled his nostrils. Not really thinking much about it, he picked one of her favorites. He got a mug and then poured some water in the boiler. Then, it was just a matter of a few minutes. A few minutes that Tom gladly took as an opportunity to search for a late night snack. He knew that they had some biscuits stashed somewhere.

Too busy looking for the sweets, he had almost missed the point where the water boiled to its max. The boiler whistled and Tom had to practically run from the other side of the kitchen to take it off its heater to make the noise stop. Why did kitchen appliances always have to be so loud?

Tom had to get over the fact now that there was a high chance that he woke up his lovely girlfriend. He poured the boiling water into the Spider-Man mug (a present she had given him for his birthday as a joke. But the joke really was on (Y/N), as it was definitely one of Tom’s favorite cups).

When the tea had brewed until it was dark brown, almost black, Tom poured some honey and lemon juice into it. Another thing he had caught up since living with (Y/N). he remembered the first time she had made tea for him and the new taste had definitely left an impression. Even with the lemon in it, the drink was still sweet and in a way that didn’t feel artificial at all.

“Besides, it’s really good for your throat.” she had said and then nudged him to drink the whole thing. Oh yeah, he had been feeling sick that day. He remembered.

With the tea ready, Tom leaned against a counter and took small sips, aware of the temperature of the beverage. It was silent. His body was warming up, but at the same time cooling down, everytime the tea would enter his mouth. Tom felt good. Completely forgetting the reason he had woken up in the first place.

There were soft footsteps in the hallway, and Tom’s muscles tensed. So, he did wake her up after all. (Y/N) turned the corner. Only wearing one of his shirts, barely covering anything really. He saw that before she went out to find him, she had put her hair up in a loose ponytail. She rubbed her eyes lazily and even through a big yawn, Tom managed to make out her words: “Babe? What are you doing?”

“Nothing, just getting a drink. Go back to sleep.” He nodded off into the direction of their shared bedroom. (Y/N) shook her head in response and did the opposite of what he had suggested. The pitter patter of her bare feet against the hardwood floor announcing that she was walking over to him.

“No, it’s cold in there without you.” she wrapped her arms around his waist, leaning her chin on his chest so she could look up into his eyes. He gave her a light kiss and she hummed into it. “Hmmm, you taste like honey.” she smiled.

“Do I now?” Tom laughed. She nodded happily, pouting her lips slightly so he would kiss her again. And that is exactly what he did. Their lips brushed against each other with that passion that only two people who deeply loved each other shared. Tom could feel his heart beat faster when she smiled into the kiss. He put down the cup, hoping that he actually did it on the counter and not in mid-air. Now he could cup her face with both his hands.

(Y/N) squealed at his touch. He pulled away and looked worried into her eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“You’re hand,” she giggled, “It’s hot.” There was a joke he wanted to make about being hot, but (Y/N)’s lips were on his again, silencing him for good. With every second they shared together, Tom fell in love with a bit more. He didn’t think it was possible to love someone this much, but he truly did. To both of their dismay, he pulled away from her once again. With a spark in his eyes, he said: “Let’s go for a ride.”

“Now? It’s 1 in the morning.” her laugh was mesmerizing. Together with her touch and her beautiful eyes right in front of him, his legs were like jelly.

“So? C’mon let’s go on an adventure.” He gave her a playful Inuit-kiss.

“Okay, fine. Where do you wanna go?” Before Tom could answer she did it for him, “Ooh, I know, let’s go to an empty field!”

“Oh, how romantic of you,” Tom said sarcastically. “What do you plan on doing there? Killing me?”

“For your information, Thomas, if I would ever murder you, it would be the most romantic murder in the history of… murders.” Tom laughed at her comment. “And yeah, I do think that my idea could be rather romantic, actually.” She let go of his waist to cross her arms.

“An empty field? Please enlighten me how that is romantic.” He mirrored her actions. She smirked, accepting the challenge.

“It’s August, shooting star season! We can go to a dark field and watch the stars. Who knows, maybe we will see something.” It annoyed Tom how good she was. This did sound romantic. He hated how she was always right.

“Okay, yeah. That sounds nice. Let’s go.” he took her hand, pulling her back into the bedroom to get dressed, leaving the cup of tea completely forgotten.

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After a half hour of driving through some little roads away from the city, they finally arrived at a deserted field. Not a sign of human life around. It was pitch black. The only real source of light was the white moon above their heads. The clear summer sky was perfect for a night of stargazing.

They got out of the car and lay down on the bonnet. They lay there, hand in hand, her head resting against his shoulder, looking up at the stars, waiting for the comets to fly by. They lay in silence. A pleasant one. Because they didn’t need to talk for the other person to know that they loved them.

It didn’t even take that long before the first star passed their eyes. It was big, leaving a light blue tail behind in the sky.

“What did you wish for?” she asked, still looking up at the stars, not seeing that Tom was looking at her, pouring all the love he had for her out right there.

“It won’t come true if I tell you that,” he answered. Even in the darkness, he could see her roll her eyes.

“Fine, do you think it will come true, though?”

“Well, let’s see, shall we?” he slid down the hood of the car onto the ground. (Y/N) sat up. Not that she could see him any better if she did. Tom still appreciated it. It gave him the possibility to stand in between her legs. She put her arms around his neck. They shared one long kiss before she let him speak his mind.

“Alright, here it goes. Honestly, I had a whole different thing planned for this, but when you kissed me - back home in the kitchen - I couldn’t wait for a second longer. Every moment that I am with you, I fall in love all over again. With your smile, your quirky little habits, your lips, your body, your personality… everything. You are everything to me and I love you.”

“I love you too.” he knew she was smiling. He didn’t have to see it to know. He heard it in her whisper.

“I love how your eyes are brighter than any star that is above us and how your heart is bigger and warmer than the sun. You are the kindest, funniest, sweetest person I have ever met.” He put his hands on her hips so he could pick her up from the car. She swung her legs around him and started giggling. With a turn to the left, so they were parallel to the car, he put her down.

“I’ve already said it before and hopefully you will let me say it till the end of our lives because that is how long I want to be with you. For always and forever. (Y/F/N), will you make me the luckiest man alive and be my wife?” He waited for an answer. It seemed like an eternity. His eyes had gotten pretty used to the darkness so he could make out the shape of her face and the faint features of it. He tried to look for an expression. Any sign of feelings.

But before she could respond, there was a flash of bright light. So pure that it almost blinded him. Everything turned white in front of him. His head hit something. But it wasn’t hard. In fact, it was as soft as a pillow. Simply because it was.

He opened his eyes just to be greeted with Harry's. “Finally, you’re awake. Been trying to get you up for the last twenty minutes. Gotta go get ready for set.” He walked away, leaving Tom extremely confused. Where was (Y/N)? Where was he? What happened to the field they were on?

Only when he looked out the window did he realize what was going on.

The New York skyline greeted him, the rising sun breaking through the steel jungle of buildings. Yes, now he remembered, he was in America, shooting his upcoming movie. Of course, everything that happened was just a dream. He had said goodbye to his best friend, (Y/N), a week ago in Venice, when she flew back home to London. Still not knowing anything about Tom’s true feelings for her.

The End

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kettlewrites · 6 years

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bad boy!changbin [negative utopia!au]

heres a somewhat follow-up to jisung’s bad boy au, but not necessary to read that one/not connected to jisung’s timeline~

warnings: angst, mention of death, profanity warning (very minimum though) [totally inspired by ark-angel and white christmas from Black mirror but not completely!] (yet another bad boy!au that’s not really a bad boy!au more of just a very dystopian/utopian (aka negative utopia) society au dfoihdo) 2.9K words

changbin has always been well-off in his life,, his mother had retired early after working at one of the top jobs in the country as his father was still working

but as the spokesperson and creator for ‘Rose Safe’

which was the program that skyrocketed once it hit the market

Rose Safe, was at first only made to keep the Seo family safe from the dangers of the world as the technology was advancing and there was less and less ways to keep the the ugliness of the world away

so RS was created to,,, basically block out what you didn’t want to see whether it was murder, blood or even just spiders.

but then when the government adopted the program that’s when it went south

the government installed it into every child born after 2080s,, almost forty years ago

being stopped by the officials from hearing or even viewing all types of music, television, art or any type of entertainment that was not made for the government

this was,, changbin’s everyday life

not once since he’s been born has he heard a song aside for the nations anthem nor has he seen anything that wasn’t the same program of some old guy talking about politics

however,, he didn’t know a life that was different from this so he never complained ,, what was there to complain about if he was raised to believe nothing really existed

and in all of his almost twenty years of life, changbin’s RS has never failed or glitched on him

until one day,,, when he was taking a walk in park,, where he met you

at first he didn’t seem to give a care to the blob of blur and static

it was something he saw everyday so he never gave it a second thought about what could be behind it

but then, he heard for a spilt second

and then for a full minute

and then it was all he could hear, all he could hear was a soft, sweet voice and the sound of an instrument he had never heard before

he turned around,, believing it had to be the blur he has just passed

and that’s when he saw you,, sitting there with a guitar just singing your songs,, songs he’s never heard before or knew could exist

it was shocking to him that a thing so beautiful could be blocked from the world

the longer he stared,, he began to realize you didn’t notice him,, nor did you care to notice him all you cared for was the music

it was only a matter of time before his RS began to work yet again and he saw you become distorted in a blink of an eye

changbin quickly made his way back home,, almost throwing the entire house upside down in hopes of finding the family’s controller

finally finding it in his father’s office

his hands trembled as he went to disable his RS completely,, the only thing on his mind was the wonders of what he’s missed out on his life with it being enabled for so long

instantly when he confirmed the switch off,, it was like the world grew color to him

he saw the actual paintings on the walls,, they no longer were images of the presidents in black and white

they were colored brightly and had an image of people playing instruments

“just like from before.” he mumbles with a smile as he continued to stare at the painting

it had been a few minutes before he was startled by his father’s hand on his shoulder

“why are you staring at the presidents?”

“just,,, cause.”

changbin moving aside to get away from his father's hold on him

"feeling okay?" his tone was almost as if he already knew what changbin had done

"y-yeah. I'm going to go lay down now."

changbin then makes a bee line to his room,,, unknowing about how his father already knew his RS was turned off

after changbin closed his room door, his father made his way quickly towards his office finding where changbin had mistakenly misplaced the RS controller back.

his body filled in rage after seeing that his own son would go against him in search for the dangers of the world,, although instead of instantly turning it back on, mr. seo put the controller back into his desk and let out a sigh making the decision that he would not turn it back on until the next day in order to find out why changbin was rebelling against his own family

changbin had let out a sigh of relief, hoping that his father wasn’t on to him about everything. afraid, but still curious

he sat in front of his computer, not knowing the correct words to type or even what he was in search for

eventually he found himself in the worm hole of listening to music he had never experienced in his life,, it was strange to him, but fascinating and he knew that all he wanted was more

he listened and watched until the sun rose,, letting go any thoughts of sleep

after what probably was the tenth hour of changbin listening to the banned music, he went outside... in search of you

although,, this time his walk to the park was halted by so many things he had never seen before

there was so much color in his world, not actually color,, but there had been so much life and displays of creativity that he had never seen before

there were paintings on the walls and amazing music being played all around him

he felt overwhelmed as he walked the streets yet he still had the one goal of finding you again etched into his mind

“found you.” his voice was soft as he laid his eyes on you, just taking your aura in awe as he watched you play your instrument.

he made his way towards you,, grabbing your attention as your attention was taken from your guitar to the boy who was starting dead at you

completely afraid, you had instantly grabbed your guitar case and started to get up but changbin hurried to reassure you that you weren’t in any type of trouble

“hey, hey, hey, hey, hey... don’t worry i’m not with the government i promise.” his voice was reassuring and the soft look in his eyes made you feel less tense.

“then how do you see me?” you were still wary, unsure whether to fully put your trust into a complete stranger

although,, he could see you,, which was out of the odd for you,, it never happened before at least with him not being a government official

“i turned my RS off.” he whispered in a hushed tone, as if he knew someone was listening to him

“aren’t you like the son of the creator for it?” you asked, realizing that his face was somewhat familiar

“y-yeah. you know me?”

“your father is the reason why i’ve been on the run for most of my fucking life.” you feel the rage boil in your body, but you knew you shouldn’t get mad at the son of the creator

he had nothing to do with it

right?

changbin’s eyes widened at the sound of a word he hadn’t heard before, a forbidden word that only was in old, before the better world literature as he recalled his language tutor teaching about.

“why do you even have your RS turned off?” you ask yet another question, but you couldn’t help it

you were just so curious about the blank faced boy who stood before you

“the other day... i heard you playing music... and i wanted to know more about it.” he answers with a soft smile, then points at your guitar

“that’s absurd. there’s no way for you to hear me if you had your RS on. what game are you playing? who do you work for? what do you want with me?”

you took another step back from him, your worry starting to rush through your veins

“no one and nothing. i just want to learn more about music.”

you flinched at the way the word music slipped off of his tongue, so cold and bland

“there’s not much to learn about it. just know that it’s a dangerous way of life in this society.” you tried to keep your answers short, almost as if you were walking on egg shells

it’s been almost years since you have spoken to someone other than your brother

“look, i’m sure you have pure intentions but i can’t risk my life more than i already am by talking to you.” you sternly say.

you watched as changbin’s eyes suddenly flashed white before going back to their original brown color and his body fall a step backwards

“what did you say?” he asks, his vision of you going blurry

he felt a pain in his head before he stumbled to keep his balance, the pain began to grow sharp and unbearable before changbin’s entire world went blank yet again

you were once again a distorted blur to him, nothing that was coming out of your mouth was making any sense to him

“hey, are you okay?” you went to place a hand on his shoulder but you knew what had happened when you saw him start to frantically look around

his RS was turned back on,, and of course you needed to run because you knew that somewhere there was someone who knew of your existence who shouldn’t

you had left the scene within minutes, leaving changbin to panic about what was happening to him before going home to see what was happening to him

“i never thought my own son would betray me. after all i’ve done for you.” his father’s dark tone boomed around walls of the house, “you turned your own RS off and you were stupid enough to think i wouldn’t realize?”

“what are you doing?” changbin snapped back, terrified yet angry at the fact he was caught

“i sent some officials to search for them. that musician you were speaking to today. at least during your rebellion led me to someone that needs to be fixed.” changbin shuttered at his fathers tone, dark and evil sounding almost as if his father was a villain in a disney movie

“to be fixed?” changbin questioned, “you speak of them as if there is something wrong with them.”

“changbin, there is something wrong with them. music is not something that is accepted in this society. we are born to live as perfect, sculpted followers for our government powers.”

“do you fucking hear yourself right now father?” changbin yells, his anger piercing through the protection of the RS

“we will not say such words in this household.”

“that’s unfortunate because this society you praise to be so prim and perfect is the complete opposite. you’re creating a dead brainwashed world, but i guess that’s what you want as long as it brings you money.”

“seo changbin. do not speak to me in that way.”

changbin felt another surge of pain flood through his head, his brain felt as if it were being crushed by two iron fists.

“what are you doing to me?” changbin yells, pressing his hands against his temples as he fell to the ground

“either you apologize and we will put this past us, or you are to leave this family and never come back.” his father looked at him dead in the eye, not emotion or trace of love in his eyes.

changbin never mattered to him, no one did.

“it was always just money to you.” changbin says, using his small amount of energy left in his body to stand up, “i’ll gladly leave this family if that means i’ll be able to freely live without being stuck in a poisonous society.”

“take the life you wish, don’t come crawling back after you’re tired of living your life on the run from officials.”

and it’s been three weeks since changbin had left home. his RS being completely deactivated, even if it meant running from every official authority around town.

it’s been three weeks since he’s seen you. all he could think about was you,, especially on days when he heard music play in the alleyways or when he’d see instruments left abandoned in the streets

there had not been a minute where you had left his mind since he last saw you during the weeks he spent wandering around the city

then the day he riskily took a chance to see if you were back at the park,, knowing very well how he could get caught for being so close to home yet he hadn’t known any other place of finding you

to his dismay,, there was someone there in the place where you would sit but it wasn’t you

“do i know you? you seen to be starting pretty hard at me.” the curled haired boy chuckled.

“oh, no i was just looking for someone.”

“how long have you been on the run for?” the boy asked, not caring to ask for a name which is what changbin had expected

“three weeks. you?”

“a few years.”

“what’s your name kid?”

“changbin.”

“like seo changbin? son of the creator of the RS, how ironic.” he laughed yet again, which caused a feeling of uneasiness in changbin’s gut, “well i’m chan.”

“do you know about music?” changbin didn’t know how to continue the conversation to keep flowing so he spat out the first thing that was on his mind

“you’re speaking to the main distributor of music in the underground world.” he smiles, his dimples immediately coming to the surface, “come with me. i’ll show you the world that i know you’ve been dying to see.”

and that’s when changbin found a place he felt at home. it wasn’t the greatest, especially after coming from one of the top families in the country. but it was filled with the thing he fell in love with,,, music.

the music boomed off the walls and there were instruments of all kinds lined against them. there were cds and vinyls sprawled across the floor and couch. everything was run down but he could tell chan was the real deal

“like what you see?” he smiles, “you’re free to stay here if you’d like but you can’t let anyone know about your whereabouts. it’ll be tragic if my shit gets taken again.”

“chan, i have a question.”

“and i should have a question.”

changbin didn’t know how to propose the question, but he knew it’d be worth a shot to see if chan knew who you were. there was always a chance, especially if he was the main distributor and you had to have gotten your guitar from somewhere especially while being on the run

“do you know a guitarist who used to come to the park every once and a while?”

that’s when chan’s smile dropped of his face. he turned his back towards changbin, not wanting to show weakness towards the new boy.

“why do you want to know?” chan’s voice was dark, not like the happier cheerful one that it was earlier

“i spoke to them a couple of times before properly being on the run, i just wanted to know if i was able to find them again.”

“so you’re the one who got them caught.” chan turned to face changbin, his cheeks stained with the tears that streamed down his face

changbin felt his breath get stuck in the middle of his throat

“what do you mean?”

“they’re dead.” chan growls, “they’re dead because the stupid fucking government was sent to fix them.”

“i thought fixing them just meant replacing their RS.” changbin’s mind was running a mile a minute, he didn’t know what he should be thinking

“no, apparently they do a good job of gaslighting you idiots in the society. fixing those who have rebelled means to get rid of them. you either get brainwashed into forgetting everything that’s every happened in your life or you die.”

and it’s been three years since changbin had spoke to chan. to you. to his parents. he lost his love and passion for music after he knew what he had done to you. accidental or not.

every thing that dealt with music had left him empty at the though of you

today marked the three years since he’s been home, but now it reverted back to zero

his finger reached for the door bell, the gutted feeling of hearing that familiar ring entered his body

and that’s when he met his father’s eyes who had a smug smile on his face.

“you know what happens if you want to come back right?” his father questions with a blank tone, yet changbin could hear the happiness and cockiness that lingered like a demon

but changbin nods, he knew very well what had to happen and he came to the point that it was his last resort for the life he believed would lead to happiness had instead lead to misery

though of course his father knew that already, that’s why he left changbin’s RS off for the day.

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spookysweet-heart · 6 years

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A Magical Type Of Love

Request: None

Fandom: Natewantstobattle

Pairings: Natpai x Witch!Reader

Warnings: none just pure fluff!

A/n: I was inspired by Sabrina and Harvey's relationship in The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina. I thought it would be cute to write something for this sweet little bean. I hope you like it! Natpai belongs to @egosandsidesalike ! Also! HAPPY HALLOWEEN! 🎃

Fresh cool afternoon air fill your lungs. Taking in a deep breath, a calming smiled formed on your lips. Walking hand in hand with your boyfriend in the woods, carefully following the trail so you two won't get lost. Looking at all the leaves on the trees finally starting to change color. Natpai pointed out a tree that had green fading to brown, gold, and orange leaves. It looked beautiful and you suggested to take a picture of the two of you with the tree in the background.

Natpai set his phone down on a nearby stump making sure to set it at the perfect angle, and made sure to set the timer to get back to you with a few seconds to spare. Quickly wrapping his arm around your waist pulling you closer to him once he was next to you, you leaned up and gave him a kiss to his cheek just in time for the picture to be taken.

A hint of pink dusted his cheeks as he grabbed his phone and swiped to his gallery to look at the picture. You leaned in a bit to get a better look as well. You giggled when you saw how cute it looked, “You have to send me this one, okay babe? You look so cute!”

Natpai smiled and took a few more seconds to send the picture. “There sent it! We should keep walking the trail though. I still have to show you the surprise!”

Taking your hand again he leads you back on the trail, both of you admiring how beautiful your surroundings were. Natpai looked down at you with a loving smile, “So we never really talked about our couples costume. I was wondering if you wanted to do Tombo and Kiki, from Kiki’s Delivery Service?”

Your expression turned a little serious but still a bit playful as you looked at him. “Is it because Kiki is a witch, flies on a broom and the fact that I’m a half witch have anything to do with this idea?”

At this Natpai was embarrassed and felt a little guilty. He didn't mean for it to come off offensive. “Wh-what?! N-no! I would never suggest something if it would offend you! I'm so sorry if it came off that way!”

You gently take his face in your hands, rubbing your thumbs soothingly on his cheeks. “Ssshhh hey, Natpai, baby I was joking. I'm sorry if I sounded too serious. It's an adorable idea and I'm up for it if you really want to dress up as them for Halloween.” You lean up to give him a sweet lingering kiss to reassure him that everything was fine.

You took a step back and pulled out a flower out of your coat pocket. You knew it was his favorite. Natpai chuckled taking the flower from you. “It's beautiful just like you. Thank you, sweetheart.” Looking at you though he thought it would be cute to place the single flower in your hair. He did so, careful not to pull or mess up your hair too much. “There, now it's perfect.”

You wrapped your arms around one of his and leaned your head against his shoulder. “You really aren't bothered by the fact that I'm a half witch?” Your voice came out soft but still loud enough for him to hear.

Natpai gave you small smile “Are you kidding? Of course, I'm not. (Y/n) I think that's the most amazing thing ever! Also, you've met my brothers already, and you can see I'm the only “normal” one out of all of us. So of course when you told me you were a witch I wasn't too surprised. It also doesn't make me love you any less either.”

Giving his arm a squeeze, you dropped both your arms to hold his hand and laced your fingers with his. Swaying both your arms playfully and having a small bounce to your steps. It was nice to spend some quiet time together. Usually, it was a little crowded when you tried to hang out at school since Natpai was always surrounded by his friends or classmates that wanted his attention. You didn't mind that though since you knew he was pretty popular with everyone. The times you tried to hang out at his house were always a hit or miss. Sometimes one or all of his brothers would check up on the two of you or stay in the same room as you while you two studied. The few times you were able to be alone were spent cuddling on the couch or his bed binge watching any anime series you were both into at the time.

“Heathen wants us to pass out candy to the Trick or Treaters before we head to Mare’s party, is that alright?” Natpai spoke up, his attention following the trail seeing it become wider.

“Of course! I love seeing all the kids in costumes they're all so cute!” Natpai stopped you for a moment and turned to look down at you with a cute dorky smile.

“That’s great! I can't wait to see them all gather around, they're always so many kids that stop by on Halloween” he turned to the trail and saw the place he was waiting to show you. “Okay, you have to close your eyes for me.” You gave him a skeptical look wondering what he wants to show you even more. “It looks like you don't trust me. You know I would never trick you sweetie”

Laughing at his little pout you let go of his hand, “I trust you baby I do.”

You covered your eyes with your hands, Natpai gently took ahold of your shoulders guiding you to an open field leading up a hill. Once you were safely up the hill Natpai took your hands away from your eyes to reveal the most gorgeous field of autumn trees and the most amazing orange and gold flowers surrounding the area. “Surprise! Do you like it (Y/n)!?” Natpai said excitedly.

You wrapped your arms around his neck hugging him tightly and stepped back so you could kiss his cheek. “I love it, sweetheart! Thank you so much for bringing me here!”

Taking in your surroundings you were distracted from noticing Natpai take out a blanket from his bag and unfolding it placing it on the ground. There were gentle breezes so he didn't think you’d have trouble from it flying everywhere. Placing his bag on the blanket, he walked to where you were and took your hand getting your attention guiding you to sit with him. “I’m really glad you loved the surprise. I found this place a couple days ago when I was out here with Echo and Heathen.”

You moved closer to him while taking out a small cute Halloween decorated bag and handing it to him. “I made Halloween cookies this morning for my siblings and I made a few extras for you.” Natpai excitedly took the bag from you and gave you a kiss on the cheek. He always loves your baking, especially if it’s cookies.

Setting the bag on his lap he got his backpack and started to search for his gift he brought you. When he found it, he carefully placed his bag back to where he had it and turned to you handing you a very cute candy apple decorated with chocolate spider webs and a witches broom and hat in your favorite colors. “Oh, Natpai! This is so adorable thank you!”

Natpai wrapped his arm around your shoulders so you were leaning against him. “Oh, no! I forgot to bring the hot chocolate. Im sorry babe I should have double checked.”

You giggled and sat up straight. “I think you're forgetting, I am a witch after all. Hold out your hand's okay babe.”

He did as you said and with a snap of your fingers, two cups of hot chocolate appeared in his hands. “Like I said (Y/n), you are amazing!”

#natpai fic #natpai #natpai x reader #natpai nwtb #natewantstobattle #battle egos #ego fic #halloween fic

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slashersteve · 5 years

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Forgotten Love Letter 💌

pairing: Peter Parker/Gender Neutral Reader

summary: Peter discovers a letter you had intended to give him in freshman year of high school before you started dating.

warnings: mentions of blood

note: I got inspired by letter writing in numerous fics I’ve been running into and tatbilb ofc 💕 enjoy :)) first imagine ive written in over 2 decades, it’s been sitting in my drafts for that long too- now she’s out here in the world thank u thank u

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The school week was officially over, and you could finally relax over the weekend. It had been an exhausting week with numerous amount of homework (it’ll be this way in college get used to it now teachers said or claimed) You still had homework, but it wouldn’t be due until the end of the next week, so Saturday was officially for you.

Your boyfriend of a year had promised you two would hang out at your place and watch a movie, but after his nightly activities. You knew Peter was Spider-man, an internet sensation everyone was crazy about including yourself. The only way you found out is because Peter has never been great at keeping secrets. He saw you on the street one time, and just waved, “Hey (y/n)!” He yelled, completely forgetting he was Spider-Man and not another high school student who can nonchalantly say hi to their significant other. You were hella confused and had awkwardly waved back, recognizing his voice but not quite sure if you heard it right.

It took you all night before you had put two and two together. From those late nights he wouldn’t answer your texts or would answer your text, weird bruises and aches he sometimes had, and his ability to climb through your window despite the fire escape being farther away from your 7th floor bedroom. And his voice. You quickly got to work and went to school the next day wearing custom made Spider-Man gear to see if he catches on that you know and he looked completely touched by the fact you were wearing it.

“Did you- figure it out when I said hi to you?” Peter asked one day underneath the bleachers during lunch before Ned came to join you two. You had smirked and said, “I thought the point of the mask was for people to not know who you are, especially the ones you know.” He blushed of embarrassment and you kissed him on the cheek and said, “Secrets safe with me...” with a wink.

It was after that when Peter would come to you after nearly every night patrol he did, he’d come into your room in the full suit to tell you about his day, what he had done, what kind of crime he fought and other times he’d come when he’s injured. Those were the nights that worried you the most and made you lecture him on being much, much more careful. You didn’t care if he’d heal fast- he’s not invincible.

You hadn’t expected him in early today though, knowing he was spending the entire day with his Aunt May before going on “patrol”. So you spent most your Saturday laying sround, sleeping on and off and texting Peter. Your mom was out all day working and you didn’t expect your dad home till the next morning because he’d just left for the graveyard shift. You were bored out of your mind after every favorite movie was watched and decided to clean up the mess in your room you ignored the past week.

An hour of picking up and vacuuming later, you then decided to organize your closet. That’s when you found it- a medium sized white wooden jewelry box with flower and swan designs on it your mother had gifted to you when you were eight. After putting all your clothes back and some in a box, you sat down on your bed, legs crossed as you wound up the music and then opened the box, the melody of Swan Lake playing the moment you lifted the lid. You smiled at the swan figurine that slowly spun along to the music. A feeling of nostalgia bursted through you as you were reminded of being a child, humming the tune wherever you went and drawing swans randomly. Your eyes shifted to look at the contents inside, letting the music continue to play.

There was anything but jewelry in there, In there was instead a few notes you and your best friend from middle school used to give each other, filled with silly stuff and inside jokes. There was even old letters from a pen pal you had in 5th grade! Her name was Elizabeth and she was from the UK. About a half hour had passed with you reading through them when you eyes caught the light pink, folded paper that was at the very bottom. You picked it up, setting the others aside.

You flipped it around, not remembering what the letter was, what it contained or who it was for right until you saw the name “Peter Parker” with a heart around it. Instantly your eyes widened, the happy nostalgic memories being replaced with the cringey memory of that one afternoon on the bus ride home writing out your feelings for your new friend from Science class. You felt your cheeks heat up at the memory, and slowly small tidbits of what you wrote were coming back to you.

Just as you moved to open it, there was a sudden loud knock on your window. You jumped in your spot, the letter falling from your hand and you turned to see the man himself in his Spider-Man suit, waving at you and pointing at the window asking you to let him in. Instantly you relaxed and quickly shoved the letters back into the box and shut it, the room becoming silent.

Hopping to your feet, you went to unlock the window, saying, “You’re here early did May-“ but your words got caught in your throat when you saw he was cut up and bleeding. He pulled his mask off, his brown locks of short hair sticking up in nearly every direction.

“Peter what the hell!” You cried, gently touching around a bruise on his left cheek and then looking down at his cut up suit to see the damage. It was pretty bad, but he just gave a pained toothy smile that you glared at, already knowing what he was going to say.

“It’ll heal- I dunno about the suit- but ill heal I just need to get kisses from you and lay down for a while and I’ll be better in no time,” he said, pecking your lips then walking passed you. You were baffled as he had one hand over his side and used the other to grab a towel to put over your bed before sitting down on it. You’d honestly never seen him this hurt- you’ve seen bruises, mega painful looking bruises, and few cuts but this was just bad. His suit was cut up. What kind of people did he run into for them to do that? He noticed you staring and sighed, “I know what you’re thinking (y/n), but really I’m okay! You should’ve seen the other guys.” He joked but you crossed your arms not amused.

“Other guys? Looking at how you ended up- I can only assume you killed them,” you said in a serious tone, but he laughed like it was a joke. When he saw you weren’t laughing he let his head fall downwards for a moment.

“Can you not lecture me right now- this really hurts,” he motioned over his wounds and you sighed once more, hands falling to the side as he gave you those puppy dog eyes now. You didn’t say anything as you wandered over to your door and went to retrieve some things to clean his wounds. He may heal pretty fast, but you’ll be damned if he’s going to lay there all bloodied up and in pain. Peter watched you go and pushed himself more onto the bed, before swinging his feet up and knocking over the music box on your bed. He raised a brow, and grabbed it, realizing it was a music box when he saw the wound up in the back. He opened it after twisting it, smiling at the soft tune that began to play out like you had done. He curiously looked at its contents and he would’ve left it alone because it was clearly private if they were in a box, but his eyes caught sight of a “-rker” and when he moved the other papers he saw it was his name. Curiosity got the best of him as he pulled out the pink, folded sheet of paper and laughed softly when he saw it was his name written in your handwriting in the center of a near perfect looking heart.

He glanced at the door to see if you were coming back, and saw you still werent back so he gently opened it, seeing a full page of writing and a date at the top, Peter recognizing the year as freshman year, the year you transferred to Midtown High and the first year you met. He felt his heart warm up as he realized what this was.

It was a love letter.

Dear Peter Parker,

I know we’ve only just met, but every time I’m around you I feel butterflies in my stomach and my heart races 100 beats per minute. You’re very sweet, funny, and really smart and I couldn’t help but feel these feelings for you even if we’ve only known each other for a month or two. Everyday spent with you has been the best days of my life! I came to this school with no friends and dreaded having to have to do a partner project in biology. You were kind enough to sit by me and ask me to work with you. After that, I couldn’t stop myself from falling in love with you. I feel silly for writing a letter, but I’m not really good with words and I am not sure you feel the same. I’m currently writing on the bus ride home, hoping to god the person behind me isn’t looking over the seat. I would be so embarrassed! But- I really hope you do feel the same way, I’ll be crushed if you didn’t. Please don’t think I’m a fool for writing this letter

With love,

(y/n)

By the time Peter got to the end, the smile on his lips were so wide. He found this completely touching and adorable because it was dated about 3 months before you two even began to date towards the middle of freshman year. The fact that you already liked him so much before then also made him a bit giddy.

You had just gotten out from your parents bathroom, having been in there a while trying to find the first aid kit. When you walking back down the hall towards your bedroom you stopped when you heard Swan Lake.

“Oh...oh no-“ your heart dropped as you remember what was in that box and you ran into your room, eyes widen when you saw Peter holding the letter in his hands, “What are you doing?!” The music ended on queue and Peter snapped his head in your direction, seeing your horrified expression. You set the first aid kit onto the dresser near the door and reached to take the note away from him but he dodged your hand, “Give it! Please don’t read it! It’s from a year ago please Peter!” You begged, “I don’t even know what’s in it, it’s probably horrible!” Peter hadn’t said anything, just smiling playfully and keeping the note away from you as you leaned over him, still being aware of his injuries. Although he’d forgotten about his own injuries being distracted by your letter. He fell backwards and groaned in pain swinging his legs over the side of your bed. Your eyes widened.

“I already read it by the way,” Peter said, looking up at where you sat next to him, one leg crossed over the other, “I can’t believe you didn’t give it to me! We could’ve been dating way sooner!” You tilted your head, cheeks heating up as you snatched the letter from him and scanned over it quickly.

“Dear god no- this would’ve slowed things down! This is so- so bad,” you claimed and looked back at him with a major cringe on your face. Peter shook his head disagreeing with you, “I barely knew you- are you telling me you wouldn’t of been freaked out by this? It’s kind of stalkerish.”

“Nope!”

You shook your head in disbelief, and looked back down at the paper, embarrassed by the horrible confession of love whereas Peter was grinning like a child next to you.

“It’s cute that you’ve always had a crush on me,” he teased you, you became flushed and began to fold the sides of the paper nervously, “hey, hey why are you so embarrassed? I liked you too you know.” He admitted, pushing himself up now clenching his side lightly. You set the letter down and got the first aid kit.

“I don’t know why I’m so embarrassed,” you admitted as you took the same spot next to him, “We’re literally dating. And I feel like I can’t even look at you.”

“Well- you got what you wanted,” Peter said as he tapped on the spider logo on his, his suit loosing up and falling off his shoulders to reveal the bloody wounds. Normally when he had his shirt off you wouldn’t able to concentrate, no one should let the nerd demeanor throw them off, he was pretty built and it was nice. The wounds were your main focus, along with that embarrassing letter though, there was no time to ogle.

“Oh yeah?” You asked, a smirk on your lips as you got out the supplies, “And what was it I wanted?”

“For me to return your feelings, thus us beginning to date, you got it all!” he explained, wincing when you began to clean around his wounds, “Why did you never give me the letter? It was really sweet...” he said in a strain voice, you pursed your lips together and looked at him.

“I don’t know, I remember coming home that day and just setting it into the music box and never letting it see the light of day again.”

“There must’ve been a- ow,” he closed his eyes and bit his bottom lip and you seized cleaning one of the bigger wounds, looking at him with a sorry look, “a reason!” You licked your lip as you began to think back to that day, and it suddenly hit you. You laughed sadly.

“The next day, I ran into this girl and she was crying. And I asked her what was wrong and she said that she sent a long text to her crush about how much she liked him and he completely ignored her, and that he wouldn’t talk to her,” you explained, Peter frowned, “So as you can tell...that really discouraged me.”

“What a damn jerk,” Peter said raising a brow, “I wouldn’t of done that to you, I mean- look at us now-“

“Me cleaning up your wounds after a year of dating?” You chirped and he smiled fondly.

“Well- we could be doing more!” He teased and wiggled his eyebrows and you rolled your eyes, “Woah! I meant watching a movie together and cuddling! What were you thinking?”

“There will be no cuddling because you’re hurt,” you gestured to his wounds and he scoffed and put out his bottom lip. You continued to clean up in wounds in silence, suppressing that smile on your lips.

When he was all clean and bandaged up, you dug into your extra clothes and handed him a pair of sweatpants and then gave him one of your large sweatshirts you wore in the colder weather. You helped him get it on, pulling the sweatshirt gently over his back and stomach. He wasn’t hiding the fact that it hurt, and you pat the spot next to you.

“Thought we were going to watch a movie,” he said, crawling next to you onto your bed and settling down facing you, propping his head up with his right arm. You shook your head.

“M’ kind of tired,” you mumbled, fluffing your pillow. Peter blinked, and noticed that he was pretty tired too, Aunt May knew he was going over to your place, so sleeping over wouldn’t be the worst thing. He leaned over, catching your lips into a kiss and with a cheeky grin he said, “Thank you for taking care of me (y/n), I don’t know what I’d do without you. Everyday spent with you has been the best days of my life and I can’t wait for more!” Your eyes widen and you flicked him in the shoulder as he laughed loudly, falling into his back. You nuzzled your head into his arm, not wanting to lay on him due to his injuries.

“Everything in that letter was true by the way, Peter.” You said, closing your eyes. Peters eyes were already closed, but there was a smile on lips before both of you fell asleep.

#peter parker imagine #peter parker #spider man #peter parker x reader #peter parker x gender neutral reader #spider-man x reader #spider man imagine #my imagines #mcu imagines #leslie writes imagines again #marvel imagines #enjoyyyyyyyy

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lamptracker · 6 years

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FIC: Someone Else’s Star (Peter Parker/Reader)

Wait a minute, what’s this? An actual fic??

Yep. I know it’s been a bit. And I know I have a million other irons in the fire. BUT, okay, for some weird reason I’ve been on a big late-90s music kick lately. That includes country, oddly. (I don’t normally go for country, which is why it’s odd.) Spotify recommended the song I loosely based this fic on and I had to write it.

Anyway

FIC: Someone Else’s Star

Pairing: Peter Parker/Female Reader (not at first)

Summary: All the reader wants is to be in love, so she wishes on stars every night. But is she wishing on someone else’s star?

Author’s note: Inspired by the song “Someone Else’s Star” by Bryan White.

Edited because my dumb ass forgot to tag people:

@lemirabitur @purelyfictionallife @ocaptainmycaptainrogers @damnhisfaceisliketheskyatnight @stephie-senpai @unicorn-princess-1999

I guess I must be wishing on someone else’s star

Seems like someone else keeps getting what I’m wishing for

Why can’t I be as lucky as those other people are?

Oh, I guess I must be wishing on someone else’s star

Every night, when the sky was finally pitch-dark, you performed your nightly routine:

You went to your window, located the first star, and wished on it.

You wished for the same thing, every single time: You wanted desperately to fall in love. That wasn’t so much to ask, now was it?

But every time you did, the next time you went to school there was a new couple.

Once, Betty Brandt revealed she was dating a senior boy. Flash and Amber, who’d been flirting for weeks, finally made it official another time. Cindy and Abraham started dating a few weeks ago.

You were starting to think that, just maybe, you were accidentally wishing on someone else’s star.

Last night all but confirmed that for you.

You stared out the window, found the first star, and repeated your nightly wish:

“Star light, star bright. First star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might have the wish I wish tonight. I wish someone were in love with me.”

The next day, you went about your daily routine for the most part. You walked down to the corner to wait for your friend Peter, then the two of you would walk to the subway together. You’d ride to school, making idle chit-chat about whatever projects you were working on (and, when you were out of earshot of other people, he’d tell you about his patrol the night before).

Of course you knew Peter was Spider-Man. He’d told you quite by accident one night a few months ago - he’d been injured in a fight near your apartment and needed someone to bandage it. He went to your apartment, completely freaking you out when he knocked on the window. He thought he could get away with not removing his mask but his voice sounded too familiar to you. So, after you applied Neosporin and a bandage to the cut on his arm, you reached up and pulled off the mask. You freaked out, he freaked out (because you were freaking out; he’s a sympathetic freak-out-er). He swore you to secrecy and you obliged because, who was going to believe you anyway?

Once you got to school you would wave, go to your lockers, and then attend your morning classes; you would reconvene at lunch and sit with Michelle and Ned and some other members of the Decathlon.

This day, though, a strange sight greeted you in the lunchroom:

Ned and Michelle were sitting next to each other. Not so weird.

What was weird was that Ned had his arm around Michelle’s shoulders; she was resting her head on his shoulder as they talked. Ned turned his head and gently kissed her forehead; she smiled a small, shy smile.

“Oh, come on!” Peter, who’d just walked up behind you, exclaimed. “What the crap, Ned?? How long has this been going on? Wait… is this why you couldn’t come over and watch The Last Jedi with me last night?”

“Get over it, Parker.” Michelle tossed a napkin at him. “We’ve only been dating since yesterday. He walked me home from the bus stop, and then… we kissed.”

“Yeah,” Ned added, smiling widely. “I don’t really know what came over me then. But it just… it felt right. Like… help me out here, MJ, like…”

“The missing piece.”

“Yeah! The missing piece of the Lego Death Star.”

Michelle shook her head. “I was going to say a puzzle, but we can nerd out if you want to. Anyway, we went for a walk and talked it out, and… we’re giving it a shot.”

Your jaw dropped as you fumbled with your carton of milk; Peter gave them an odd look.

“Well, um… congratulations? I guess,” you said as you finally got the milk open.

That night, you sighed as you looked out your window, searching for that first star. Propping your elbow onto your windowsill, you rested your chin in your hand as you finally spotted it.

“Not this is going to do me any good,” you muttered. “I mean, Ned and Michelle? Didn’t see that one coming. Anyway,” you cleared your throat, “star light, star bright. First star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might have the wish I wish tonight.” You sighed deeply again. “I wish someone would fall in love with me. I wish I could have a boyfriend. I wish… I wish I had what Ned and Michelle have. I wish I was actually wishing on the right star this time.”

You started to turn away from the window, when suddenly a red-and-black gloved hand reached up from under it and softly knocked. You jumped in surprise for a moment - what the hell? I live on the seventh floor! - before you realized it was Peter.

“Parker!” you hissed as you opened the window to let him through. “What are you doing, you scared the crap out of me!”

“S-sorry,” he muttered as he crawled through the window, collapsing onto your bed. “I… I need you to patch me up again.”

You shook your head as you pulled the first-aid kit from under your bed. “You need to either be more careful or ask Mr. Stark to put extra armor into that suit,” you said. “This is the third time in the last week. Now, where is it?”

“My arm. Guy came after me with a knife, I wasn’t fast enough. He just nicked me but still.” He pulled his mask off and pressed the release button on his suit; he pulled the left arm down. Sure enough, there was a three-inch-long gash on his bicep.

You shook your head as you got to work patching him up, rubbing the wound with peroxide (he hissed in pain when you did this) and examining it closely.

“Hm. You don’t need stitches, that’s good.” You carefully spread some Neosporin on the cut, covering it with some gauze. “Because, have you seen me try to sew something by hand? Not pretty.”

“You’re pretty,” Peter muttered, barely audibly, as you taped the gauze onto his arm.

You cocked your head to one side as you looked at him. “Hmmm?”

Peter’s head shot up; panic filled his eyes. “What? Huh? Nothing…”

Raising an eyebrow at him, you smoothed the last of the tape over his arm. “You sure, Pete?”

“I’m sure,” said Peter, an air of false confidence in his voice as he pressed the button that tightened his suit.

You shrugged. “Huh. Okay.” You started to clean up your supplies; as you were shoving the kit back under your bed, Peter suddenly grasped your wrist.

“Okay, I’m not sure.”

“What? Peter, what are you talking about?”

Peter’s tongue darted out as he licked his lips slightly. “Listen,” he started. “This isn’t easy for me, so just be nice, okay? Um… I like you.”

“Well, we’re friends,” you said, oblivious to what he was actually trying to say. “So… you must obviously like me, I mean…”

Peter shook his head, auburn curls bouncing slightly. “Yeah, no, I know that. But… I like you. Like… like you, like you.”

A confused look crossed your face as you stared at him; his grip on your wrist tightening slightly. “Okay,” you said slowly. “I mean, I’m not stupid. But I just don’t get it. I mean...It’s as clear as mud, Peter, could you explain it to me?”

“I am trying to,” Peter huffed in annoyance, “but the words, they’re not… I can’t… I’m just going to have to show you, I guess.”

You started to ask him what exactly he was trying to say, or show you, when he cupped your cheek in his free hand and leaned over, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

About a million thoughts started whirling through your brain the second your lips met his.

Wait a minute. THAT’s what he meant?

He likes me as more than a friend?

Why me? Why am I so special?

He is awfully cute. And sweet.

Wait… you’re telling me I actually wished on the right star this time?

You slid an arm around his waist, pulling him closer to you, as you parted your lips slightly to allow his tongue access.

“See what I’m trying to say?” Peter said after you finally pulled apart.

You giggled, resting your forehead on his. “I think I get it now, yeah.”

He smiled at you, chocolate brown eyes twinkling. “So… am I supposed to officially ask you, or do I just assume you’re my girlfriend now, or… I mean, I’ve never done this before.”

“Peter,” you said softly. “I would love to be your girlfriend.”

“Okay.” Peter let out a long sigh of relief. “That’s-that’s good. Um… can we kiss again?”

“We can kiss as many times as you want.”

“Can we just do it once, but keep it going forever?”

You smiled shyly at him. “As much as I would love that, I would think at some point we’d need air, right? Unless you have gills I don’t know about.”

“No, Mr. Stark hasn’t perfected the technology yet.”

You laughed softly; Peter’s eyes crinkled slightly at the edges as he smiled at you.

“Promise me something?” he asked quietly. “Can you promise that you’ll never stop smiling? You just… you’re so beautiful when you smile. Not that you’re not all the time, but when you smile you’re really pretty, and…”

Shaking your head, you cut off his rambling with another kiss; this one is more firm than the tentative first one. “I’ll do my best, Peter,” you replied.

“Okay. And I will promise to do my best to be the best boyfriend ever.”

You kissed his cheek as you ran a hand through his soft curls. “You already are, Pete.”

Peter smiled again at you. “Okay. Um… I should go, though. I’ll see you in the morning?”

“Sounds great, Pete. Text me when you get home, okay?”

Peter shot you a playfully confused look.

“What, I’m not allowed to worry about my boyfriend?” you asked teasingly.

Peter chuckled. “I guess I should be worried if you stop worrying about me.” He stood up and took your hand, helping you to a standing position. “I will text you when I get home. Bye.”

“Bye, Peter.” You leaned forward, kissing him softly; he rubbed a gloved thumb across your cheekbone. Then he shot you a smile as he pulled his mask back on and disappeared out your still-open window.

You watched as he swung from rooftop to rooftop; swinging until you could no longer see him. Sighing happily, you searched the night sky for that first star again. Some of its friends had come to join it, but you wanted to find that one.

When you were confident you’d spotted it, you pointed up at it.

“Thank you,” you said, “for granting me my wish.” Still smiling, you closed your window, shut off your light, and tucked yourself into bed.

Just as you were settling down, you got a text:

Peter: ok i’m home :) see you in the morning

You typed back a quick response - see you then. Sweet dreams Pete - and fell asleep, head full of thoughts of your boyfriend. You couldn’t wait to see where the star you’d wished on would take you.

You were glad you finally found your star.

#peter parker #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker imagine #tom holland #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland imagine #no really why so much 90s country SPOTIFY geez

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spacecanary · 6 years

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Three Times I Almost Said ‘I love you’, and The One Time I Did. (Spoiler Story)

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

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Warnings: Infinity War Spoilers, major sadness, Cuteness and awkwardness at first, INTENSE SADNESS AT END, oh and like one curse word

Notes: I wanted to try the “Three times I... And the one time I did” thing. You know? Anyways, It’s good to be back. I logged off to avoid spoilers for Infinity War. I wrote this because I was very inspired and very sad about it. So. Here you go. It’s been a while, so I’m sorry if there are any mistakes. Also, I’m writing this at eleven at night....lmao <3

The slight tint of yellow and pink painted the horizon before us, the start of the sunrise. See, that was our thing. We’d go to the roof of the apartments every Sunday morning at six, bringing our blankets and some coffee if it ever got cold. That particular morning was chilly with an even colder wind. We got all bundled up in beanies and sweatshirts. He looked so cute. Peter’s legs dangled over the edge of the rooftop. His hair mostly hidden beneath the gray knit beanie he wore, matching the one I wore. We sat underneath the T-shirt quilt May had made for Peter one Christmas, watching the sunrise.

I glanced over at him, studying his face. How the city lights cast their light upon his skin, how one of his sweatshirt drawstrings was longer than the other. Or how his brown hair blew across his forehead in the wind, and his eyes glistened with the reflections of the city lights before us. A smile crept its way on to my face, drawing the attention of the sleepy teenage boy. He gave me a sluggish smile before crossing his eyes, earning a small laugh. I wanted to do it so bad. Right there and then. Because its what I felt, and I’d never felt something so strongly before.

“I love you.”

“What is it? Do I have something on my face?” Peter interrupts my thoughts with a laugh. I must have been staring at him for longer than I thought. I shrug it off and press a kiss to his cheek.

“You’re such a dork Peter Parker.”

“Okay, ready or not, here I come!”

Peter’s voice echoes through the hallways of the base. Every Christmas, everyone at the base plays a hardcore game of hide and seek.

“Powers are allowed, but no cheating and using the cameras,” was our one rule, put in place by Tony, who no longer plays. He just bets on who wins. That Christmas, it was only Peter, Nat, Wanda, Vision, Sam, Clint, and Ned, who we invited last minute as his Christmas present. One by one, each competitor fell victim to the Spider, until it was just Clint and I. Our spot was absolutely perfect. Clint had showed me a way into the industrial ducts that ran through the building, and we found our way just above the kitchen area.

We waited. And waited. At least an hour went by before Peter even walked through the kitchen. Clint had nudges me and points to the vent panel, gesturing to the figure in sweats. If not for my hiding buddy, I never would have known Peter was anywhere near. I reposition myself to get a better look, when Clint starts backing away, slowly. Confused, I look back through the vent, noticing that Peter got a stool to climb up on.

That’s when the creaking started.

And also when the metal started to cave in beneath me.

Crash

A whole section of air vents fell through the ceiling, with me in them. Right on top of Peter, too. I manage to crawl out, but not quickly enough. I feel a tight web bind my hands together, leaving me on the ground like a fish. Peter walks over with a smug look on his face before crouching next to me.

“Got you,” he laugh, enjoying my pain.

“Peter Parker, once I get out of this I swear-” He silences my threat with a kiss. A quick, but meaningful kiss. His hand, gently holding my face after parting. My gaze fell in his eyes, his endlessly captivating eyes. His hair falling in his face, brushing against my skin. Those three words found themselves on the tip of my tongue, begging to be released.

“I love you, you big dumb idiot.”

“You swear, what?” He asks with a classic smirk.

“Get a room, you two!” Shouts the archer from above, earning a laugh from the both of us.

“So, Peter’s with Stark. Who’s (Y/n) with?” Sam inquired.

A few weeks prior, we were all playing games together, now we’re splitting apart. Peter grabbed my hand, subconsciously rubbing circles into my skin as I make my decision. I sigh.

“Steve. I’m with Steve.” Peter looked at me sadly, knowing very well what it meant. It meant I’m no longer one of the “good guys”, that we may never be together again. I turned away from his pained gaze, staring at the floor for the rest of the debate.

All of a sudden, Peter stands up, taking my hand in his once more. We walk around the corner as the rest of the group leaves. He takes me in his arms, wrapping them around my torso. His head dropping to my shoulder, breathing unevenly.

“I can’t lose you,” he whispers into my shirt.

“You will never lose me, Peter.”

He backs away slightly, still keeping me close.

“You promise?” He mumbles, wet streaks adorn his flustered face.

“I promise.” I caress his face with my thumb, wiping away the tears. He leans in, pressing his lips to mine.

That’s when it hits me. And boy, it hits me like a truck. The tears run down my cheeks now. The fear of actually losing Peter sets in. I bury my face in his chest, tears streaming uncontrollably. Why? Because of those three fucking words that terrorize my life. I look back up at his face, the one I love so dearly. I want to say them. I need to say them.

”I love you.”

I want them to come out, but I choke up.

After following Peter’s tracker, I finally caught up to them on Titan. After a whole year of searching. I conjured a portal there with the help of Wong. About fifty yards away, I see them. Tony, Strange, Peter.

Peter hobbles over to Tony sluggishly, saying something I can’t make out. It’s Tony’s expression that worries me.

I run. I run and run and run. I Reach him just in time to catch him when he falls, some kind of dust falling off of him.

“(Y/n)? Where d-did you-”

“Shhhhh, Peter, everything’s okay now. I’m here. I’m here.” I rock him back and forth. The dust gets thicker as it falls to the ground.

“No...no-no-n-no, (Y/n), I don’t wanna go. Don’t let me go, please.” He sobs, grabbing onto my torso, hugging me close. Only then do I understand. The dust, is him. Peter is falling to dust. The tears in my eyes spill as I try to hold him close, so maybe he’ll be safe. I look at Tony, desperate, but even the genius doesn’t know what’s happening. I look into Peter’s eyes, one last time.

Now. I have to do it now.

“Peter, I Lo-”

He relaxes slightly, and then he’s gone. Gone. The dust covering my lap before I can even get it out. I stare at it, my chest burning with every breath.

“Peter, I love you.” I whisper, the breeze taking my voice away.

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ADD Reviews Avengers: Infinity War

[Note: Contains spoilers for Avengers: Infinity War.] "We live inside a dream," Special Agent Dale Cooper once said on Twin Peaks. And so it has been for millions of people during the decade of Marvel Studios films that launched in 2008 with Jon Favreau's Iron Man.

I felt we had dodged a bullet back then, in the casting of talented but troubled actor Robert Downey Jr. as Tony Stark, after talk of Tom Cruise taking the role, and Marvel even publishing comic books with Stark drawn to resemble Cruise (a tactic which would actually work with Samuel L. Jackson, to the delight of just about everyone). Cruise was not right for the role. At that point I had been living with Tony Stark in my life for over thirty years, and I knew Downey would embody that part like no one else could. Thankfully Favreau knew it as well and convinced the studio to bet on Downey along with him.

But despite the unlimited potential in the characters owned by Marvel Comics, mostly borne out of the imagination and visual power of the late Jack Kirby, I wasn't expecting much from Iron Man and I doubt anyone in the movie industry was, either. Marvel's characters had been licensed time and time again to film and TV and even radio shows, and the one that gained the most traction was the TV series The Incredible Hulk, which took a few elements from Jack Kirby and Stan Lee's creation and then used them to retell The Fugitive. Similarly the less-well-regarded Spider-Man TV series used almost none of the essential aspects of that comic book's mythology, instead using the character's name and costume as a small part of a generic, episodic crime drama, not even bothering to steal the plot of a successful show, like The Incredible Hulk did.

The relative success of those shows hinged on a number of factors, among them the lack of alternatives -- you had three commercial TV networks plus PBS back then. (Which reminds me that Spider-Man also regularly appeared on The Electric Company, a show aimed at 8-10 year olds and which managed to present a more faithful wall-crawler than a primetime network series could, even allowing for the fact that on The Electric Company, Spider-Man never spoke a word.)

The 1980s and 1990s brought even more mediocre-to-terrible attempts to cash in on Marvel's characters. Dolph Lundgren as The Punisher. Reb Brown as Captain America. And a truly awful Fantastic Four movie made quickly and cheaply by cult film director Roger Corman in order to allow the rights holders to maintain their license. It resulted in a film so bad that it was never widely released and was only seen by most people through the wonders of bootleg VHS tapes sold at sketchy comicons. It should be noted that this Fantastic Four film is only marginally worse than the three later released by major studios, but with four films to their names, The Fantastic Four at this moment has more movies to its name than even The Avengers franchise, even if not a single one of them is worth watching.

Speaking of The Avengers, I went to see Avengers: Infinity War yesterday in the company of my wife Lora. I think we have seen most of the Marvel Studios films at the theater, although I have my doubts about the second Thor film. It's hard to keep track now that the Marvel Cinematic Universe (as it's called) is closing in on two-dozen full-length feature films, almost all of which are at least entertaining, and some of which have proven magical in both their mass appeal and their ability to generate revenue. Narratively, financially, and especially from the perspective of pre-2008, the continuing success of the Marvel movies is a dream that millions have been living within. It has changed the lives of many, from turning around the literal and metaphorical fortunes of actors like Downey, who no one thought would even live to see 2018 never mind be one of the most popular movie stars on the planet, and Chris Evans, whose depiction of Steve Rogers/Captain America has left far behind any memories of his participation in two of those lousy Fantastic Four movies. More interestingly this dream movie franchise has inspired and brought happiness to untold numbers of people, like that time Downey gave an Iron Man-like bionic arm to a seven-year-old boy. Or the millions of African-Americans and others who found in the recent Black Panther film an inspirational culture in which they could see themselves and their own history. These films haven't solved all the world's problems, but it's undeniable that they have brought joy and comfort and more in far greater proportion than one might have thought possible before this all began.

Which isn't to say they are perfect. I am not writing a love letter to Marvel Comics, Marvel Studios, or anyone else, really. Maybe Jack Kirby, because without him there would be none of this, but also Stan Lee, who wrote the words of so many of the comics these movies are based on. And Steve Ditko, whose imagination spawned the characters and worlds of Spider-Man and Dr. Strange. And so many other comics creators I never thought would get their due, and yet who are credited in the long crawls at the end of these films and who, I hope, are being fairly compensated for the translation of their work into motion picture form.

Like Jim Starlin, a writer/artist whose work blew me away in 1977. That summer I was 11 years old, and Starlin wrote and illustrated a two-part crossover featuring The Avengers, Spider-Man and The Thing (from the Fantastic Four) in a galaxy-spanning battle royale against Starlin's most noted creation, the supervillain Thanos. The sprawling epic was made possible by the earlier work of Lee, Kirby, Ditko and others, but it felt like something entirely new. Recently going back and reading that story, I realized how direct an adaptation of that story Avengers: Infinity War is, and that realization made me even more eager to see how the film would play out.

It turns out that Infinity War is every bit as mind-blowing as those 1977 funnybooks that inspired it were to my 11-year-old self, and for much the same reason. It's not just the epic scale of the story, or the stunning visuals, or the huge cast of very different characters being remixed in new and interesting ways. Both the comics and the movie share all those elements. No, it's the combination of all those things, plus the charm, skill, talent and determination of the actors, writers and directors, the grand vision for these films from the producers, and other factors too numerous and mysterious to be easily tallied.

So yes, I loved it. My wife loved it. It wasn't perfect in the way Citizen Kane or Synecdoche, New York are perfect, timeless films, but that's not what the MCU movies are for. They are a commercially-produced dream, made for profit inside an increasingly dysfunctional capitalist system, and perhaps another essay could be written on the dangers of allowing such dreams to make one forget the injustices and dangers of the real world, but that's not the essay I am writing today. Today I want to just reflect on the wonder of seeing this film finally come to fruition, the bringing together of franchises-within-the-franchise, and I want to state with wonder and delight that it works.

Not just for me, lover of Spider-Man and the others since 1972. It works for my wife, who didn't know who most of these characters were before she met me, and who now loves Groot unconditionally and with profound delight. It works for millions of other people, some of whom have only the faintest idea who Jack Kirby is, although almost everyone knows who Stan Lee is. Not to diminish Lee's contribution to this mythology -- without him it almost certainly would not have existed nor endured this long -- but it cannot be said enough that Kirby gets the majority of the credit. Others took the baton and ran with it once Kirby left Marvel, but Captain America, Black Panther, Thor and many other of the most endearing and exciting characters in these movies are as popular and effective as they are precisely because of the elements Kirby baked into them: Black Panther's dignity, Thor's arrogance and innate decency, and perhaps most importantly, Captain America's dedication to people over politics, to good over greed. Let there be no doubt, these are exactly the heroes we need at this moment in history, and it is perhaps not a coincidence that many of the actors who inhabit these characters have used their popularity to give voice to those less fortunate than themselves, and to use their voices to critique the current wave of fascism and authoritarianism that threaten to destroy our culture. These movies are entertainment, yes, and they have made fortunes for many of the people involved, but some of those people see the responsibility their new prominence and success has given them, and they seem to take it seriously. I'm grateful for that.

And I'm grateful for the joy in so many of these films, which reaches an almost unreal level at various moments in Infinity War. Not just seeing Tony Stark bicker with Stephen Strange, or Groot heroically assist Thor in a way only he could at exactly the right moment. Not just seeing Mark Ruffalo's sublime Bruce Banner argue with The Hulk, and therefore himself, to hilarious effect at exactly the wrong moment, only to later see him delight in having all of the power but none of the horror such power usually brings him. It's all of these things and at least a thousand more.

Like I said, it's not perfect. How could it be? In a story this wide-ranging, I was never going to get enough of Scarlett Johansson's Black Widow to make me happy. But there'll be a movie for that soon enough. I was never going to get everything I came to this for, but then no one is, when you get really granular and start picking it apart. But that's missing the big picture, and in the larger sense, it's important to note I wasn't bored or unhappy for one nanosecond of this film, as I was for every never-ending moment of the grotesque, doomed-to-fail Justice League movie. I was uneasy and scared at the beginning of Infinity War, as intended. I was amused and laughing when Peter Parker asked for a distraction on a schoolbus to hilarious effect. I was chilled when Banner announced "Thanos is coming." As I said on Facebook, "So many moments."

I have seen some concern about plot holes, but I see none. The most specific concern centers on why Dr. Strange makes the choice he does near the end, with seemingly catastrophic results for the entire universe. Did the people voicing these criticisms forget that there's another movie coming? Did they not hear Strange tell his fellow heroes that he had seen millions of possible outcomes in which they all lose, but one, and one alone, in which they succeed in defeating Thanos? To be fair, that moment is couched in dread, no doubt to conceal the fact that it is foreshadowing the ultimate outcome of the as-yet unnamed sequel, said to be the end of the book all the MCU movies to date represent in the minds of those overseeing the franchise, before the start of the next book. But I have no doubt that Dr. Strange's decision, as agonizing as it was to see the consequences of, was the one that will somehow allow all those we lost to be returned to us in some form. Well, maybe not all.

I doubt it's a coincidence that Tony Stark was the one to see the ultimate defeat of their efforts to stop Thanos, and to watch in helpless horror as Peter Parker and others died before his eyes. Since the first Avengers movie, Tony Stark's bravado has masked his increasing trauma as one cosmic threat after another homicidal robot of his own design has taken chunks out of his soul. My guess is that by the end of 2019's Avengers movie, we'll have many if not most of the toys back in the toybox and ready to be played with another day. I watched the Falcon die, but I'm sure he'll be back. And Spider-Man, and The Vision, and Nick Fury, and everyone we watch blow away in the breeze, to our horror and despair. I'm guessing the price of their return will be Tony Stark's sacrifice in the next film, likely Downey's exit from the franchise. And that would be suitable. Downey was perfect for the role of Tony Stark because in so many ways he really already was Tony Stark. Arrogant, talented, addicted. He was, and is, our gateway into this world, the reason we have been able to feel the emotions these films create in us so viscerally and so immediately. Reversing the damage Thanos does at the end of Infinity War will require a huge payment to balance the books. I will be surprised if that isn't represented by the final end of Tony Stark's journey in these movies.

After all, the great throughline of these movies has been revelation and change, as the universe these characters live in has, in a decade, come to be as expansive and intriguing as it was after many decades of hard work and imagination from Stan and Jack and all the other writers and artists who are responsible for the comic books that launched this dream we are all now living inside. Who has had more revealed to him, and who has changed more than Tony Stark? How fitting would it be for the next film to end with him making the sacrifice, finally, that he narrowly escaped making at the end of the first Avengers film?

I could be wrong, though. And I don't care if I am. I’m just theorizing. How can you not? It's fun to speculate where this gigantic story will go next. And who could have guessed, before this all began in 2008, that so many millions of filmgoers would be so thrilled by one movie after another, a series of increasingly entertaining and even diverse films that give us worlds of wonder and delight, with shocks, horrors, laughs and even love?

No, no one could have seen this coming in 2008. No one except Jack Kirby, who, if he were still with us today, might be heard to say, "I knew it all along." -- Alan David Doane

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Making New Rules

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Summary: After Papa Stark finds his daughter and Peter getting steamy, he decides they need to settle some rules if those two are going to become an item.

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To say dinner was awkward was an understatement. Neither of them knew what to say or do, especially since every time the teenagers glanced at each other Tony sent glares in Peter’s direction.

Y/n couldn't believe her father. Hadn't he been the one that suggested they dated each other? Sure, he had find them making out in her bed, but still! She glared back at him, trying to make him drop his attitude.

Everyone could feel the tension in the air, especially with the silence that filled the room. Peter wanted to make some conversation, but he knew if he did Mr. Stark might throw the knife at him. He felt really bad about dating his daughter, the one girl that was off limits, but still, he couldn't believe the girl he had had a crush for over a year actually liked him back. It felt too good to be real.

Everyone ate their food lost in their own thoughts, trying their hardest to avoid what they knew was next. Y/n knew her father would have a “friendly” conversation with Peter, which would scare him off, just like every other boyfriend of hers. The difference was she would actually care if this one went away.

They spend the longest hour eating, but after it was obvious what they were doing Tony finally stand up, dragging the chair loudly, making both teenagers look at him.

“Well Peter, if you’re done pretending to eat, I’ll like to have a word or two with you, in private”

Peter stared at Y/n and back at her father. He knew she couldn't save him from this one. He had to go with him and hope for the best. He stood up and followed as Mr. Stark went into his office, not waiting for him. He glanced back at the girl one more time, and just the sight of her giving him an apologetic and worried look was enough for him to gather some courage and finally step into the room.

He closed the door behind him and looked around the office, until he finally spotted the man, looking through the big glass wall, staring at the city under them. He approached him slowly, remaining a couple feet behind him.

“Peter, you see the city, all the people in it? How many people do you think there are in New York? How many girls? There has to be at least a dozen girls in it, different sizes, shapes, ages”

“I uhh- I guess there are many”

“Then-” Tony turned around and faced him, getting a step closer to him “Why did you choose the one girl I told you not to?”

Before Peter could even open his mouth Mr. Stark was talking again, not caring about his actual answer.

“My girl is the most important thing for me! If all you wanted was a pretty face to fool around with I can introduce you to someone! Obviously not prettier than Y/n, cause she has like, really good genes- but still”

Peter could not believe what he was listening to. It had taken him a whole year for Y/n to notice him, he wasn't about to give up on the girl of his dreams.

“It's not like that! I- I don't- I don't want anybody else!”

“Why not?!”

“Because she is Y/n! I mean- her looks are a bonus but I want to get to know her, I want her to fall for me and make her happy. She is not only intelligent but also the kindest person, and she is also very funny and I just-really like her”

“How would you know? It's not like you ever talked to her before!”

“I didn't knew I had a chance until yesterday! If I weren't spider man she would’ve rejected me!”

As soon as the words left Peter mouth he realised it wasn't the smartest idea, but it was already too late. The man in front of him got an upset and angry look that suggested he wanted to murder him in the spot.

“If you really think that way about my daughter then you shouldn't date her”

Peter knew it was wrong to even think about it, but honestly, why would the perfect girl even glance in his direction if it weren't for the suit? Also, she just made a move once she realised who he was.

“Why else would she even think of dating me? I’m nothing compared to her”

Tony sighed as he took a seat in the couch in his office, patting the seat beside him for Peter. The boy went and sat next to him, as the man spoke.

“Lemme tell you a story about Y/n’s first day at school Peter. I thought that maybe homeschooling wasn't the best option for her, so hey, why not send her to a public school? Get her to have the whole high school experience right? However after she arrived from her first day I knew I was fucked. Peter, why do you think Y/n is so popular?”

“Because of you?”

“Exactly! So like at first it was ok, she had a ton of friends, but all of the sudden all the boys wanted to get into her pants, apparently you included- But she never payed attention to none, until that first day she arrived home from school and started rambling about a familiar sounding boy-

“She said she had seen the cutest boy in her Chemistry class. Apparently not only was he “cute” but also super smart.”

Tony proceed to try to imitate his daughter puppy eyes and her voice, making a lovesick grin while he continued.

“I’m telling you dad! He has the softest brown eyes! And curly hair and he is just- the most handsome boy I’ve ever seen. He is also super smart and- has like all the answers for everything! He is in the decathlon team and seriously dad, he might be smarter than your geniuses in the lab down here!”

“Everyday she would come home with one of her stories about cute brown eyes boy, until she finally discovered your name and told me”

Peter had never felt so confused. Did Y/n liked him since so long ago? Why hadn't she said anything? They had both been pinning when they could have actually been together?

“So, you see why I’m not into the idea of you guys dating? You’re the one boy that might actually hurt my daughter, or take her away from me”

“I would never do either of those things. I really like her and I know- I know how it feels to lose people, I would never do that to you”

Tony finally loosen up to his words and gave him a side hug, while ruffling his hair.

“I know you mean no harm kid, but she is the most important person in my life, we gotta settle some rules if you really want to be with her”

“I do, and I promise I’ll try to follow them this time”

“So, first rule, no touching kid, even though you already broke that rule, try to keep your hands to yourself”

Peter knew that rule was going to be broken many times, and Tony seemed to realise as he pushed the boy and punched his arm.

“You could at least try! Okay new rule, no touching in front of me, and once the time is right we’ll have a safe talk- but that doesn't mean I give you permission to bone my daughter!”

“What? No- Of course not! Okay so, second rule?”

“Your job is to protect her, if I’m not around then it's your duty! Don't let people find out about her and you being spider man! Don't let your enemies get close to her or I swear I’ll kill you myself kiddo”

“I won't let them anywhere near her I promise”

“Last but not least you have to maker her the happiest girl okay? She comes home crying because of you and I’ll make sure you pay for it Peter, and I mean it- especially if you break my rules. There’s nothing I wouldn't do for my daughter”

“I know Mr. Stark- and also- I- I wanted to apologize for before. I shouldn't have betrayed your trust, especially after everything you’ve done for me and-”

“I’m sorry Peter, I overreacted- and to be honest, I’ll rather have her date you than any other asshole. Anyways, We should go met Y/n, she must think I already killed you”

With these final words Tony got up and opened the door as he called for Y/n to come in, even though she was probably pretending not to spy on them.

“Everything’s settled then, I have a meeting to go, you guys finish your homework. Goodbye honey”

He kissed Y/n’s forehead, ignoring the surprised look she gave him and stepped out, leaving them alone.

“God what did he told you? I thought I’d heard some yelling in here”

The girl came next to him and cuddled beside him as he hugged her from the side.

“He was actually very cool about it, he even told me some interesting stuff”

She looked at him while Peter played with her hair, a knowing grin in his face.

“What did he told you?”

“Just stuff”

“Tell meeee!”

“He might've told me the story about the soft brown eyed boy”

She blushed and hide her face in his chest, as he laughed at her reaction.

“I can't believe you had a crush on me!”

“Pete stop it! We’re dating!”

“Still! I still can't believe it tho, we could’ve been dating for almost a year!

“Well, it's your fault we had to wait all this time! You should’ve asked me out!”

“Well, you never talked to me either! How was I supposed to know you liked awkward dorky Peter?”

“That's because I always thought you saw me as a mean superficial bimbo girl! I never thought you’d go out with someone like that! At least not when there were a dozen of girls better than me!”

Peter looked down at the girl in his arms and removed the hair from her face, cupping her cheek and bringing her close to him. She looked perfect next to him, looking expectantly at him, trying to get closer before he talked again.

“You’re the only girl for me”

He finally pulled her in for a kiss. This one felt different. It was sweet and slow, making his heart full with happiness. He knew next to her he didn't had to worry about anything else, he had all the time in the world by her side.

“I guess the wait was worth it”

“It totally was”

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