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This child in gaza is screaming:

"I wish it was a dream. Oh, mom and dad. I wish it was a dream and my mom and dad are still alive" after being rescued from underneath the rubble to find his parents killed by Israel.

Share this, we are not numbers. Let our voices be heard in hopes that this stops.

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i just need like……………. a 3 hour long hug

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Fluffy haired gamer boy-

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The journey to becoming a dad

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sorry but I am officially a joel miller apologist. the fireflies knock him out & as soon as he regains consciousness marlene breaks the news to him that ‘yah sorry you’re never going to see your daughter again bc the surgery is lethal. but here’s her knife as a keep sake <3′ i’m sorry marlene but u thought that was going to go over well? you thought the insanely dangerous and firearm proficient man was who obviously bonded to ellie was going to go calmly? she should have sent ten men to escort him out. thirty. she should have just shot him in the head while he was unconscious. but of course she underestimated how much he cared. what he would do for ellie. bc she knew mean gruff self serving survivalist joel not father joel. she didn’t even let joel and ellie say goodbye to each other. was planning on killing ellie without even telling her for an experimental procedure they had no proof would work. didn’t even give joel the option to see her one last time. “would u kill 1 person to save 100?” they didn’t even allow a fourteen year old the agency to answer that question. team joel 

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THE LAST OF US | 1.01 “When You’re Lost in the Darkness” THE LAST OF US | 1.09 “Look for the Light”

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Having to delay coffee shop blues and reds for a week, I’m having a really difficult time at the moment, so it’s hard to write! Sorry for the delay!

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There been so much love on this series I cannot thank you guys enough for it!!!

Coffee Shop Blues and Reds Series Masterlist

Post NWH Collage! Peter Parker.

Busy nights filled with college course work, leads to late nights in a crappy coffee shop, the only perk? Friendly neighbourhood company.

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four (coming 8/3/23)

Finale (coming 10/3/23)

If you enjoy this series and are curious about my other works you can find them on My Masterlist!

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Coffee Shop Blues and Red Part Thee (Peter Parker x F! Reader)

Post NWH - Collage Peter!

Busy nights filled with college course work, leads to late nights in a crappy coffee shop, the only perk? Friendly neighbourhood company.

To keep updated heres the Series Masterlist and for my other works, you can find My Masterlist Here!

Peter was pacing around his tiny little apartment, honestly freaking out a little bit. You were unconscious on his bed, and part of him worried you were be terrified to wake up and see your coffee shop acquaintance/super-hero watching you. He’d set out a glass of water and even some aspirin just on the off chance you would need that. He jumped out of his skin as you groaned, starting to come to.

You reached your hands out and let out a sigh as you woke up. Sitting up your head fell into your hands rubbing at your eyes thinking to yourself “That was a crazy dream, peter as spider-man? I need to get more sleep-“  You set up and sort of looked around the small room, the blue bedsheets and the smell of aftershave over you from the pillow. Slowly you moved to the edge of the bed and then stood up. Heart racing as you stood up, moving forwards. You held your hand up ready for to give your evident capture a slap. You heard shuffling. “WHO IS THERE?!” you yelled out as you moved forwards. Peter looked round and caught your arm, “Just me!” He yelped. Holding you up as your legs caved a little. “Easy.” He let out softly.

Your eyes just stayed wide and he watched as you shook your head a bit. “P-Peter, you’re-you’re Spider-Man!” you yelled at him. He nodded just slightly, honestly, he’d hoped you’d of thought it was a dream. He let you go, helping you sit down on a chair. He knelt down, looking up at you and passing you a mug with coffee. Taking a sip in absolute silence. “Y/N-“ “Peter-“ you both blurted out into the silence. “You can go first…” You whispered to him. He brushed his hair back and his eyes sort of just searched his shitty little apartment for a second. “You…you can’t tell anyone.” He let out, hoarsely. This sort of panic rose in your chest, and then, it felt like a weight started to rest on your shoulders. “Does anyone else know?” you spoke after a second, he looked at you, right into your eyes and then shook his head a bit. He just put his hand on your knee, without a thought you rested yours on his. “This isn’t some elaborate scam, right?” Your voice was soft, it had a hint of humour. He felt the corner of his mouth turn up, “You think this shiner is a fake?” he indicated to his left eye, the bruise that bloomed there. You laughed a little and then that laughter was replaced by a tear running down your cheek, which he wiped back with his thumb, “You’re spider-man?” You asked again, “Yes.” He told you yet again. “Y-You saved my mom-“ “When I was fifteen.” He nodded a bit, you knew he didn’t personally remember her, but at least what you’d told him. He smiled at you again, “Anything else you need to know or say about this?” He asked you. Deep in thought for a moment before you said, “You can tell me stuff about being Spidey…when you’re ready to.”

An hour or so later peter was at your side, sans spider-man costume, walking you through the streets towards home. “you didn’t need to walk me home Peter-“ “I wanted to, you know, so next time I make you faint, I know where your place is to take you there.” He chuckled a bit. He looked at you, a double take of your gentle and calm smile. “You’re more okay with this than I assumed you’d be..” He said gently, he put a hand on your arm. Holding it there for a minute, squeezing in a reassuring way. “Im freaking out on the inside if that helps…the cute guy from the coffee shop is a friggin’ avenger-“ You rambled a little bit, his face was red. “What?” “Cute huh?” “Oh-Objectively I suppose-“ “I’ll take objectively-“ “Shut up.” He cackled, head thrown back. You stopped and just looked at him. This boy, who’d come into your life on a random night, who was this fantastical hero and who seemed so…normal, so safe in comparison to everything else in life. Fuck. It’s evident that feelings have been caught now. You shook your head at him and marched ahead with a laugh, murmuring “You know objectively you’re also an asshole.” He threw his head back and laughed again.

He stopped at your door with you, leaning against the wall as you mirrored him. “Am I not getting to come inside?” “Not before a first date.” You joked. He didn’t laugh, he sort of leaned away for a moment. “y/n… I don’t” rejection was going to sting, “It was a joke, jeez lighten up!” He shook his head and reached for your arm again, and he just held on for a moment, “I’d like to, but you know my secret, you know why maybe…just friends is better?” He tried to be kind about it at least, his eyes glazed over for a moment, and he looked away, blinking hard. “I’ve lost people because of who I am so-“ It wasn’t like seeing people cry normally set you off, but seeing peter, friendly, funny and good peter crying, made you move towards him without a second thought, wrapping your arms tightly around him and just holding on. Slowly his arms wrapped around you too, his hug lifted you off the ground and he buried his face in the crook of your neck, “You might be the only person I have…and I just can’t loose my one friend…” He told you gently. You nodded and pushed away from him. “…Pete…Can’t we just try…” “…I…I’m scared.” He admitted.

You placed a hand on his cheek, and he nodded slowly, to him, feeling that soft touch, feeling wanted by someone, and that someone being you… that’s perhaps enough for him to just, try and be brave again…

End of Part Three - Part Four (Coming March 8th!)

If you enjoyed the series and are curious to see more of my works you can find them on My Masterlist!

#pete is just a scared lil baby #it only gets better from here #or worse #didn’t hear it from me

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PART THREE OUT NOW!

sorry it's a night late, i wasnt in the best place to finish writing last night!

Coffee Shop Blues and Reds Series Masterlist

Post NWH Collage! Peter Parker.

Busy nights filled with college course work, leads to late nights in a crappy coffee shop, the only perk? Friendly neighbourhood company.

Part One

Part Two

Part Three (Coming 1/3/23)

Part Four (coming 8/3/23)

Finale (coming 10/3/23)

If you enjoy this series and are curious about my other works you can find them on My Masterlist!

#peter parker reader insert #peter parker x reader

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Coffee Shop Blues and Red Part Three (Peter Parker x F! Reader)

Post NWH - Collage Peter!

Busy nights filled with college course work, leads to late nights in a crappy coffee shop, the only perk? Friendly neighbourhood company.

To keep updated heres the Series Masterlist and for my other works, you can find My Masterlist Here!

Peter was pacing around his tiny little apartment, honestly freaking out a little bit. You were unconscious on his bed, and part of him worried you were be terrified to wake up and see your coffee shop acquaintance/super-hero watching you. He’d set out a glass of water and even some aspirin just on the off chance you would need that. He jumped out of his skin as you groaned, starting to come to.

You reached your hands out and let out a sigh as you woke up. Sitting up your head fell into your hands rubbing at your eyes thinking to yourself “That was a crazy dream, peter as spider-man? I need to get more sleep-“  You set up and sort of looked around the small room, the blue bedsheets and the smell of aftershave over you from the pillow. Slowly you moved to the edge of the bed and then stood up. Heart racing as you stood up, moving forwards. You held your hand up ready for to give your evident capture a slap. You heard shuffling. “WHO IS THERE?!” you yelled out as you moved forwards. Peter looked round and caught your arm, “Just me!” He yelped. Holding you up as your legs caved a little. “Easy.” He let out softly.

Your eyes just stayed wide and he watched as you shook your head a bit. “P-Peter, you’re-you’re Spider-Man!” you yelled at him. He nodded just slightly, honestly, he’d hoped you’d of thought it was a dream. He let you go, helping you sit down on a chair. He knelt down, looking up at you and passing you a mug with coffee. Taking a sip in absolute silence. “Y/N-“ “Peter-“ you both blurted out into the silence. “You can go first…” You whispered to him. He brushed his hair back and his eyes sort of just searched his shitty little apartment for a second. “You…you can’t tell anyone.” He let out, hoarsely. This sort of panic rose in your chest, and then, it felt like a weight started to rest on your shoulders. “Does anyone else know?” you spoke after a second, he looked at you, right into your eyes and then shook his head a bit. He just put his hand on your knee, without a thought you rested yours on his. “This isn’t some elaborate scam, right?” Your voice was soft, it had a hint of humour. He felt the corner of his mouth turn up, “You think this shiner is a fake?” he indicated to his left eye, the bruise that bloomed there. You laughed a little and then that laughter was replaced by a tear running down your cheek, which he wiped back with his thumb, “You’re spider-man?” You asked again, “Yes.” He told you yet again. “Y-You saved my mom-“ “When I was fifteen.” He nodded a bit, you knew he didn’t personally remember her, but at least what you’d told him. He smiled at you again, “Anything else you need to know or say about this?” He asked you. Deep in thought for a moment before you said, “You can tell me stuff about being Spidey…when you’re ready to.”

An hour or so later peter was at your side, sans spider-man costume, walking you through the streets towards home. “you didn’t need to walk me home Peter-“ “I wanted to, you know, so next time I make you faint, I know where your place is to take you there.” He chuckled a bit. He looked at you, a double take of your gentle and calm smile. “You’re more okay with this than I assumed you’d be..” He said gently, he put a hand on your arm. Holding it there for a minute, squeezing in a reassuring way. “Im freaking out on the inside if that helps…the cute guy from the coffee shop is a friggin’ avenger-“ You rambled a little bit, his face was red. “What?” “Cute huh?” “Oh-Objectively I suppose-“ “I’ll take objectively-“ “Shut up.” He cackled, head thrown back. You stopped and just looked at him. This boy, who’d come into your life on a random night, who was this fantastical hero and who seemed so…normal, so safe in comparison to everything else in life. Fuck. It’s evident that feelings have been caught now. You shook your head at him and marched ahead with a laugh, murmuring “You know objectively you’re also an asshole.” He threw his head back and laughed again.

He stopped at your door with you, leaning against the wall as you mirrored him. “Am I not getting to come inside?” “Not before a first date.” You joked. He didn’t laugh, he sort of leaned away for a moment. “y/n… I don’t” rejection was going to sting, “It was a joke, jeez lighten up!” He shook his head and reached for your arm again, and he just held on for a moment, “I’d like to, but you know my secret, you know why maybe…just friends is better?” He tried to be kind about it at least, his eyes glazed over for a moment, and he looked away, blinking hard. “I’ve lost people because of who I am so-“ It wasn’t like seeing people cry normally set you off, but seeing peter, friendly, funny and good peter crying, made you move towards him without a second thought, wrapping your arms tightly around him and just holding on. Slowly his arms wrapped around you too, his hug lifted you off the ground and he buried his face in the crook of your neck, “You might be the only person I have…and I just can’t loose my one friend…” He told you gently. You nodded and pushed away from him. “…Pete…Can’t we just try…” “…I…I’m scared.” He admitted.

You placed a hand on his cheek, and he nodded slowly, to him, feeling that soft touch, feeling wanted by someone, and that someone being you… that’s perhaps enough for him to just, try and be brave again…

End of Part Three - Part Four (Coming March 15th!)

If you enjoyed the series and are curious to see more of my works you can find them on My Masterlist!

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PART TWO IS OUT NOW!!!!!

Coffee Shop Blues and Reds Series Masterlist

Post NWH Collage! Peter Parker.

Busy nights filled with college course work, leads to late nights in a crappy coffee shop, the only perk? Friendly neighbourhood company.

Part One

Part Two

Part Three (Coming 1/3/23)

Part Four (coming 8/3/23)

Finale (coming 10/3/23)

If you enjoy this series and are curious about my other works you can find them on My Masterlist!

#peter parker series #marvel fanfiction #peter parker fic #peter parker x reader

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Thank you for all the love on part two!

Coffee Shop Blues and Reds Part Two (Peter Parker x F! Reader)

Post NWH - Collage Peter!

Busy nights filled with college course work, leads to late nights in a crappy coffee shop, the only perk? Friendly neighbourhood company.

To keep updated heres the Series Masterlist and for my other works, you can find My Masterlist Here!

“So really what you’re telling me is that your boss is just an irredeemable asshole?” You laughed slightly as you leaned back in the familiar wooden chair of the coffee shop. Since that first night, you’d met up with Peter every couple of days, and texted frequently between it all. The guy was a total dork, he was awkward, he made stupid science jokes and he was one of the nicest guys you had ever spoken to. The two of you were also frequently so busy that these late-night meetings were the only times you both were truly free. Peter helped at homeless shelters and apparently was constantly trying to chase Spider-Man, trying to get clear photos of the hero. He laughed and brushed his hair back as he looked to you, his shoulders pulled up into a shrug and he sighed a bit, “I guess that’s exactly what I’m saying. He’s…He’s a…divisive character.”

Shaking your head you leaned forwards on the table a bit more, head tilting to the right, “You waste your photographic talents for that man.” You didn’t notice the way Peter had started to truly look at you, he felt so much… warmth around you. “We talk too much about me-“ He deflected, “You hardly talk about your job.”. He watched as you sucked in a breath, lips pulling tightly to a lopsided frown, “There’s not much to talk about Pete-“ “Come on.” “I work in a shitty diner, barely make enough to get by, and the rest of my time I’m taking a writing course- “

His eyes seemed to light up when you focused on yourself instead of him. “You’re a writer?” “I would like to be a journalist.” You sheepishly admitted to him. A small smirk dawned on his face; he bit his lip as he watched you shy away. “You know, I could help-“ He started to speak and he just stopped, “I won’t write slander about my hero.” You told him, oddly it was his face that went a bit red at that. You figured it was embarrassment about working for J Jonah Jameson. “Your hero-“ he uttered under his breath, he liked that, he wanted to be that, he already was… Peter sat more to attention as a shiver ran down his spine. “I have to go.“ he let out, and he stood, heading for the door. Weirdly cop cars went past and you let out a slight laugh, “You better go keep up, Spidey might be there, Mr. Paparazzi.” You waved but honestly as he rushed out the door a part of you ached.

The thing Peter didn’t know, the main thing you didn’t tell him, is that he might just be the only person in the city you regularly spoke to. You blipped, and your mom didn’t. Five years was a long time, and a lot could happen. You came home, to find she was gone. She’d gotten sick. You were on your own, and you’d barely finished high school. Peter was maybe the one friend you had. You pulled your jacket round yourself and stood up, clearing the table. Throwing away both cups and tugging your bag around your body. Holding the strap tightly as you went out into, the cold night air. Starting to walk towards your matchbox of an apartment.

Peter swung down the side of a building, shots firing past him as he dealt with a bank robbery. He fell against the wall and looked up, the white eyes of his mask going wide “C’mon guys! Make this easier for yourself!” He called to the band of criminals. “Money isn’t everything-What are you missing in your life-“ He yelped, fighting a man backwards, firing a web and tugging another back from the vault, “Self-reflect!” He called to him. “Do you ever shut the hell up?!” an angry man yelled as he pointed the gun right at Spider-Man. “Peters hand shot upwards and he pushed the gun at the ceiling and he just webbed up the men. No nonsense as he heard police sirens pulling towards the back. “It’s the boys in blue!” He called out, “Officers!” he stepped onto the street and then swung away.

Landing in an alley not too far from the bank, he let himself feel all the pain and exhaustion, half falling against a garbage can. Letting out a sigh of pain and tiredness. “Hello?!” He heard a soft, familiar voice. Your voice. Shit. Fucking. Fuck.

The clatter of the garbage can had startled you as you walked, stalling at the end of the alley as you watched a figure fall. “Hello?!” You called as you moved forwards a little. “IM OKAY!” a voice in a panic called back, making you shake your head. You stepped closer, “are you sure?” You asked back. At which point Peter half pulled his mask on, over his eyes as he stood. “Im great!” He yelled, and he froze when he was fully confronted with you. You stepped back in fright for a second before you looked at him with wide eyes. “SPIDER-MAN?!” you screamed. He moved forwards holding a finger to his lips. “YES! Yes but please just- I’m not here-“ He told you in a hiss of a whisper. He watched as your eyebrow quirked up. His voice. Fuck. You knew his voice. “…Are you okay?” You repeated in a more gentle tone, stepping closer, making him step back. That peaked your curiosity even more. “I’m alright.” He’d dropped his voice lower, stepping back again and tripping up on the lid of the garbage can he’d knocked over. “FU-“ He yelped. You moved quickly trying to hold your hand out with enough time to stop him falling but, you’d been just too slow.

You looked at him as he lay on the ground, his mask knocked more to the side of his face and you saw him. You saw his eye. “Peter?!” You gasped out. “I can explain!” He spoke back quickly, just relenting as he pulled his mask off. Still laying in the trash. “there’s not really much to explain-“ You tried, “I’m Spider-Man-“ “yeah I noticed that-“ “I am Spider-Man and you cant tell anyone-“ “Again, that was sort of a given from the mask-“ You couldn’t really process this, and had gone into some sort of state of shock.

 “You’re being too calm about this-“ “What? That the cute guy I met at a coffee shop just happens to be a fuckin’ avenger-“ You staggered backwards from him a bit as he stood up, his arm reached for you as you swayed. “Y/n?” “Your bleeding-“ You felt sick seeing Peter, nice coffee shop guy Peter, was Spider-Man, and was bleeding from presumably dangerous crime fighting. “I-I hate blood-“ “Y/N!” Peter called out as you fell backwards, fainting from being overwhelmed. He cradled you in his arms. Looking at your face and just feeling the need, that overwhelming need to protect the one person in the city that knew him.

“I’ve got you.” He whispered.

End Of Part Two - Part Three! (Coming March 1st!)

If you enjoy the series and are curious about my other works you can find them on My Masterlist!

#mcu fanfiction #mcu x reader #marvel x reader #peter parker x reader #peter parker imagines #peter parker fic

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Coffee Shop Blues and Reds Part Two (Peter Parker x F! Reader)

Post NWH - Collage Peter!

Busy nights filled with college course work, leads to late nights in a crappy coffee shop, the only perk? Friendly neighbourhood company.

To keep updated heres the Series Masterlist and for my other works, you can find My Masterlist Here!

“So really what you’re telling me is that your boss is just an irredeemable asshole?” You laughed slightly as you leaned back in the familiar wooden chair of the coffee shop. Since that first night, you’d met up with Peter every couple of days, and texted frequently between it all. The guy was a total dork, he was awkward, he made stupid science jokes and he was one of the nicest guys you had ever spoken to. The two of you were also frequently so busy that these late-night meetings were the only times you both were truly free. Peter helped at homeless shelters and apparently was constantly trying to chase Spider-Man, trying to get clear photos of the hero. He laughed and brushed his hair back as he looked to you, his shoulders pulled up into a shrug and he sighed a bit, “I guess that’s exactly what I’m saying. He’s…He’s a…divisive character.”

Shaking your head you leaned forwards on the table a bit more, head tilting to the right, “You waste your photographic talents for that man.” You didn’t notice the way Peter had started to truly look at you, he felt so much… warmth around you. “We talk too much about me-“ He deflected, “You hardly talk about your job.”. He watched as you sucked in a breath, lips pulling tightly to a lopsided frown, “There’s not much to talk about Pete-“ “Come on.” “I work in a shitty diner, barely make enough to get by, and the rest of my time I’m taking a writing course- “

His eyes seemed to light up when you focused on yourself instead of him. “You’re a writer?” “I would like to be a journalist.” You sheepishly admitted to him. A small smirk dawned on his face; he bit his lip as he watched you shy away. “You know, I could help-“ He started to speak and he just stopped, “I won’t write slander about my hero.” You told him, oddly it was his face that went a bit red at that. You figured it was embarrassment about working for J Jonah Jameson. “Your hero-“ he uttered under his breath, he liked that, he wanted to be that, he already was… Peter sat more to attention as a shiver ran down his spine. “I have to go.“ he let out, and he stood, heading for the door. Weirdly cop cars went past and you let out a slight laugh, “You better go keep up, Spidey might be there, Mr. Paparazzi.” You waved but honestly as he rushed out the door a part of you ached.

The thing Peter didn’t know, the main thing you didn’t tell him, is that he might just be the only person in the city you regularly spoke to. You blipped, and your mom didn’t. Five years was a long time, and a lot could happen. You came home, to find she was gone. She’d gotten sick. You were on your own, and you’d barely finished high school. Peter was maybe the one friend you had. You pulled your jacket round yourself and stood up, clearing the table. Throwing away both cups and tugging your bag around your body. Holding the strap tightly as you went out into, the cold night air. Starting to walk towards your matchbox of an apartment.

Peter swung down the side of a building, shots firing past him as he dealt with a bank robbery. He fell against the wall and looked up, the white eyes of his mask going wide “C’mon guys! Make this easier for yourself!” He called to the band of criminals. “Money isn’t everything-What are you missing in your life-“ He yelped, fighting a man backwards, firing a web and tugging another back from the vault, “Self-reflect!” He called to him. “Do you ever shut the hell up?!” an angry man yelled as he pointed the gun right at Spider-Man. “Peters hand shot upwards and he pushed the gun at the ceiling and he just webbed up the men. No nonsense as he heard police sirens pulling towards the back. “It’s the boys in blue!” He called out, “Officers!” he stepped onto the street and then swung away.

Landing in an alley not too far from the bank, he let himself feel all the pain and exhaustion, half falling against a garbage can. Letting out a sigh of pain and tiredness. “Hello?!” He heard a soft, familiar voice. Your voice. Shit. Fucking. Fuck.

The clatter of the garbage can had startled you as you walked, stalling at the end of the alley as you watched a figure fall. “Hello?!” You called as you moved forwards a little. “IM OKAY!” a voice in a panic called back, making you shake your head. You stepped closer, “are you sure?” You asked back. At which point Peter half pulled his mask on, over his eyes as he stood. “Im great!” He yelled, and he froze when he was fully confronted with you. You stepped back in fright for a second before you looked at him with wide eyes. “SPIDER-MAN?!” you screamed. He moved forwards holding a finger to his lips. “YES! Yes but please just- I’m not here-“ He told you in a hiss of a whisper. He watched as your eyebrow quirked up. His voice. Fuck. You knew his voice. “…Are you okay?” You repeated in a more gentle tone, stepping closer, making him step back. That peaked your curiosity even more. “I’m alright.” He’d dropped his voice lower, stepping back again and tripping up on the lid of the garbage can he’d knocked over. “FU-“ He yelped. You moved quickly trying to hold your hand out with enough time to stop him falling but, you’d been just too slow.

You looked at him as he lay on the ground, his mask knocked more to the side of his face and you saw him. You saw his eye. “Peter?!” You gasped out. “I can explain!” He spoke back quickly, just relenting as he pulled his mask off. Still laying in the trash. “there’s not really much to explain-“ You tried, “I’m Spider-Man-“ “yeah I noticed that-“ “I am Spider-Man and you cant tell anyone-“ “Again, that was sort of a given from the mask-“ You couldn’t really process this, and had gone into some sort of state of shock.

 “You’re being too calm about this-“ “What? That the cute guy I met at a coffee shop just happens to be a fuckin’ avenger-“ You staggered backwards from him a bit as he stood up, his arm reached for you as you swayed. “Y/n?” “Your bleeding-“ You felt sick seeing Peter, nice coffee shop guy Peter, was Spider-Man, and was bleeding from presumably dangerous crime fighting. “I-I hate blood-“ “Y/N!” Peter called out as you fell backwards, fainting from being overwhelmed. He cradled you in his arms. Looking at your face and just feeling the need, that overwhelming need to protect the one person in the city that knew him.

“I’ve got you.” He whispered.

End Of Part Two - Part Three! (Coming March 1st!)

If you enjoy the series and are curious about my other works you can find them on My Masterlist!

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There's no cut and no fic in the Starlight post :(

Ahhhh sorry!!!!

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If you haven’t had a read of this… part two is coming this week!

Coffee Shop Blues and Reds Part One (Peter Parker X F! Reader)

Post NWH - Collage Peter!

Busy nights filled with college course work, leads to late nights in a crappy coffee shop, the only perk? Friendly neighbourhood company.

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The longer you stared at the screen the more the words on it started to dance around. Holy fuck. You thought, rubbing your eyes with the palms of your hands harder than you probably should have been until you saw multicoloured stars. You looked at the clock ticking on the wall. Half past midnight. Honestly it was your preferred time to crunch essays out, you knew it was unhealthy, but the habit had formed between the ungodly hours you worked in this shitty diner and the ungodly amount of work your lecturer deemed necessary. Standing up you hobbled to the counter. Ignoring the ding of the door swinging open. "Uhm, can you just give me...enough coffee to stay up for like...the rest of the semester?" You yawned and let out a semi-fake laugh. It was a joke. Kind of. A chuckle behind you shook you out of your half-asleep state. "I felt that." A male voice chirped.

You didn't turn around, god knows you didn't need some weirdo talking to you at this time of night. taking the little paper cup and just sitting back down, staring out the window instead of at your laptop. You could basically feel the eyes on you, turning to look at the guy. He couldn’t of been much older than you, if he was older at all, his face was gentle, he looked kind and his eyes (much like yours) were tired and semi-hollow. He was cute, seemingly harmless, and he sat down at the table behind you. "Start of a shift or the end?" You dared to ask him. "Ha, end of a shift." he moved in his chair, shifting his whole body to look at you, his eyebrow quirked up a bit as he caught site of your laptop. "Are you writing an essay?" He seemed to be in a bit of disbelief, "At this hour?" He followed up quickly. Peter hadn’t really talked to anyone for...a while. He bit his lip and looked at his cup, sipping as he waited for a response. "Yeah, my lecturer is an absolute asshole, who finds it appropriate to throw pretty much everything he possibly can at me." Your voice was soft, cheeky in nature, making him share the grin you gave him.

"Sooooo...do you have a name?" you asked him. That smile, his smile, it was a sight of sore eyes. "P-Peter-" he stammered as he barely finished a sip. He cringed at himself. "I'm Peter, Parker-" His hand shot up, ready for a handshake. Which you gave him, holding his hand tight. Before letting go. "Y/n. Y/l/n." You told him gently. Shifting in your seat as he stood up and then sat down at your table. "Sorry-am I being presumptuous? I just thought, easier to have a conversation when you're not craning your neck." He chuckled a bit. He was awkward, but, he honestly made it work for himself. "So… How was your night?" You gave him another smile; it filled him up with a warmth. "Uh...crazy, crazy night actually." He couldn't tell you the truth but, he had a run in with a guy in a mechanised rhino costume and had been flung from the side of the building. His whole body ached but getting to share a coffee with a pretty girl was sort of taking his mind off all that. "...Crazy huh?" You eyed the camera he had hanging at his side. He flipped into cover-up mode, "Oh this-yeah I’m a photographer, a crime photographer-" "crime photographer, as in, you follow the cops around all night?" You were quick, interested in what he was telling you. His job sounded full of danger, even if he was just taking photos, "No wonder you're so tired." "I don't follow the cops, I uh, actually I follow Spider-Man." He explained, it was easier to be...semi-truthful, it saved on slip ups.

You smiled a bit more at the mention of the masked hero. He'd been around in the city for so long, had a big reputation and you were a fan of his. Your hands cupped your coffee a bit tighter, and you hummed at the warmth. "He's so freaking cool..." You let out quietly. He smiled wider at that, it was always nice to hear someone saying nice things about him...especially when his boss was the biggest spreader of horrible and false information. "He's alright I guess." Peter hid the grin with another sip of coffee, he felt more awake.

"He uh...He saved my mom's life." You told him. His eyes went wide, no matter how hard he tried to deny, NCY was small - at least to the guy who could swing around it in a few hours. "Really?!" He asked you. You shrugged just a bit, "It was a long time ago...she was on that ferry-" "Spider-Man didn't save anyone-" "Are you kidding me? Have you seen the news footage of it all? If he hadn't been there to slow it down, Iron Man couldn't have gotten there in enough time to help!" You argued right back at him, you felt kind of passionate about the webslingers good nature. "Don't tell me you believe all the shit that Jameson guy says-" I-I actually work for-" He started, and he laughed as you groaned. "No Peter! I was just starting to like you!" You raised your hands. Covering up your face. He laughed and placed a hand on his chest, "I'm sorry! Money is money, even if I disagree with his messages." He laughed as he spoke.

"How do I get you to like me again?" he asked gently. Your cheeks flushed into a deep red. "...maybe if you gave your number." You said, biting your lip a little. "So, you can harass me about my employer?" He chuckled again, eyes a lot brighter, a hell of a lot brighter than when you'd first seen them. "Exactly." You whispered. He downed the rest of his cup, and then wrote his number on the side of it, after flattening it. He passed it across the table to you as he stood. "Use it whenever you want to." He told you. Moving to go, with a wave as he passed by you in the window.

He barely got down the street before his phone pinged.

You seriously work for the spider-man basher?

He grinned. This was the start of something.

End Of Part One - Part Two! (Coming February 22nd!)

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Not Alone (Bucky Barnes X Reader Fan Fic)

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Fic Below Cut, Quick Synopsis -

You know Bucky Barnes has never been a person who enjoys goodbyes, not a man who enjoys letting go. Reminded of his best friend's passing by the anniversary of his death, you find Bucky reminising, tormented by memory.

The morning light started to filter through the light curtains of your shared bedroom. Morning was your most favourite time of day, the smell coming from the coffee machine and the birds chirping outside was a gentle call to action for the day.

It was a far stretch from the small apartment you'd once shared with Bucky, back in the days after you had both returned from being ash... Many things had changed, for one you'd moved to this house, one that was left to you. Another change, another adjustment had been the loss of dear friends, of team members. Steve Rogers returning an old man from his mission to return the stones. Bucky held your hands tightly between his, the night he had been informed of Steve's plan. 

"Bucky-he...no he can't be serious!" You spoke in a voice that wobbled; your usual steely resolve shattered a little at the idea of more time being lost. "Doll...When he told me, I wanted to be mad, I wanted to tell him to stay but..." His voice was huskier, his tongue darter out to lick his bottom lip, “...if it was us, and i knew they only way I could be with you...was to go back...I don't think anyone could tell me anything that would make me stay in a time period without you.". He let out a weak sigh, and you saw the way a part of him crumbled, without Steve, without his friend, he no longer had ties to the man he once had been. He looked into your eyes, and all the pain and the fear made your heart ache.

That was around two years ago, and after a period of adjustment, and the roughest patch you'd witnessed bucky go through - the two of you started to make a life together, started to make it work, to give Bucky a future.

You reached your hand out across the bed and sighed when you found Buck's side to be empty and cold. "Bub?!" You called out, sitting up and brushing your hair away from your eyes. After stretching your arms above your head, you walked downstairs. "Buck?" Your voice was a little unsure, honestly wracking your mind trying to figure out where he was. Then you spotted him, looking through the large kitchen window, walking towards the sink, leaning over, and knocking. Bucky turned to see you, and you just knew...something was deeply wrong within him.

Pulling the door open the light breeze hit your skin, head tilting to the left, you moved towards Bucky. "Morning beautiful..." He mumbled; his lips collided to your forehead peppering gentle kisses into your skin. He just took a deep breath and wrapped his arms tightly round you. It was easy just to sink into him, breathing in hard and just letting out a soft hum. "How long have you been up?" You asked after a few minutes of this silent intense embrace. "Would ya be annoyed if I admitted I've been up since midnight?" His voice was low. It took a moment, but you sighed back at him "Honestly, I'd be more annoyed if you tried to lie about that." He chuckled a bit when you spoke. "It's been two years y/n." He stated gently, pain was evident in his tone. There was a dull thud in your chest, pain, pain for him. "Oh, baby I didn't realise-" Guilt washed over you, just for a moment. You knew rationally that days were busy, and your coping mechanism was to bury grief.

Bucky was unlike you in this way. Buck didn't want to forget the grief; he had mostly learned to live with that sort of pain. "I don't have any regrets you know?" He let out gently, brushing his left hand down the side of your cheek, his touch was cold but familiar and comforting. He noticed the micro nod that happened in response. "I just miss my friend sometimes." He stated, he wasn’t justifying his grief to you, more talking himself out of the pit he had fell into overnight. "He won’t get to come to our wedding...he won’t get to meet my kids...he won’t be there and..." His throat closed. "It fucking sucks." You finished for him, a sad smile flashing across your face, "yeah..." He let out a breathy laugh, "Fuckin' sucks." he repeated. He let you move backwards from him. His head turned, and he just watched the way the leaves on the trees surrounding the house moved with the wind.

"He isn't gone." Your voice was back, you'd found the words you needed. The boards of the porch creaked and after a minute you found yourself sitting down on the steps, Bucky took time, but he joined you. His hand came to rest on your thigh, squeezing a little. “He isn’t gone.” You repeated, your voice sounded a bit stronger to Buck, he could see it on your face – wholehearted belief in the words you were speaking. “Steve isn’t gone, you have him right here with you, bub…Steve left us this house, our future will happen here, with his memories. You’ve got memories that you will get to share…” You explained to him. His head fell to your shoulder, and he just breathed, nodding a little bit at the words. “I know Doll.” He whispered to you, “You know, I almost forgot the anniversary was comin’…I almost forgot about him.”. There it was, that’s why he could sleep, he was wracked with guilt about it all.

You turned after a moment and scooped up his cheeks between your hands. He smiled a little bit as he looked into your eyes. “James.” You whispered, “You aren’t going to forget Steve.” You spoke, “You will never forget him.” You kissed his nose and then let your forehead rest against his. “I almost did.” He told you. His eyes screwed right up. “Bucky…he wouldn’t want you to feel guilty for healing.” It took a second for Bucky to open his eyes back up. Looking right into your eyes. Leaning forwards your lips collided with his, and he clung to your hips, tugging you closer. He let you break backwards. “y/n, doll…I’ll be okay...I’ve got my best girl…I’ll be okay.” He assured you. He smiled as you lay your head on his shoulder.

“We will take him some flower’s later today, but right now, we are going upstairs.” You whispered into his ear, and he let out a little huff. “James Barnes…the whole broody man thing is incredibly sexy and all…but you have to sleep. No matter how determined you are to not”. He laughed at you as you said it. “I love you.” He whispered. “I love you so much…and I don’t know what I’d do…if I didn’t have you...” You stood, tugging him up with you, slipping your arms around his neck and tugging him down into a harder kiss. You kept your eyes shut, just breathing with him, “You…don’t have to think like that…I’m here for the long-haul Barnes.”

You reached across the bed, and wrapped an arm around Buck’s waist pulling yourself closer. Laying against his back. The grief would never go away. Neither would you, he wrapped a hand around your arm, holding you close. He’d be okay…He had you.

The end.

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