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junityy · 2 months

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pairing. spider-man!jake x fem!reader genre. fluff, slight angst, slightly suggestive?? wc. 2k warnings. for context, this is the #infamous scene in the amazing spiderman 1 when peter shows up hurt at gwens window!! and yes im including the lizard LMAO and jake is kinda down Bad note. THIS TURNED OUT SO LONG.... and also NOT how i wanted but erm well.. spiderman jake is truly all i can think about so i hope you enjoy!!!

You were just finishing up your chemistry homework when Jake leaned against your window frame outside, and lightly knocked against your window. By now, this had become a routine-like thing, so you didn't even flinch.

The first time he did that, though, you felt slightly creeped out before letting him in regardless - because, after all, you do live on the 21st floor. The second time he did that, you started getting used to it. After all, your boyfriend just so turned out to be Spider-man. It was just something you'd get used to sooner rather than later.

Turning around and telling him, “Come in.”, you could already feel your lips form into a smile like that of a little kid's. Jake does as you said and opens the window, slowly climbing inside while you quickly save your homework document in the meantime.

“So, big guy, what was saving New York like today?” you joke before turning around to look at him. Though, once you see Jake holding onto your armchair for stability, your smile fades as quickly as it appeared and you get up when your eyes scan his body - three major scratches across his chest, along with other small wounds across his face (though these are a given by now). But also- scratches? No, it looks more like someone tried to slice him up with.. you don't even know what. Knives? This big? You can only imagine how he got these.

“Different, for sure.” he replies in a joking manner (even though there is no smile), and you can hear just a tiny bit of the pain he must be in in his voice.

“Jake?” you end up whispering as you walk towards him, and he simply lets himself fall onto your armchair before you sit down beside him.

“Seems that reptiles aren't my biggest fans.” he jokes; now smiling as he lets his head fall back while trying to catch his breath. In the meantime, you can't help but scan his wounds up close and - it's safe to say, someone (or something) possibly did try to slice him up from the looks of it.

“Reptiles?” you repeat, the confusion in your voice being very easy to identify; something Jake had already seen coming though, so that is far from surprising.

Before speaking up to elaborate further, he lifts his head again to look at you up close, then explains; “Remember that thing on the bridge yesterday? The thing that was ‘bigger’ than a human.. Well, turns out it's actually some kind of giant, mutant lizard. And it's living in the sewers, apparently.”

“A what?” raising your eyebrows in shock immediately, you can't help but blink in utter confusion a few times - at least before your eyes find their way back to his chest, and some dots start to connect by themselves. Well, his wounds make a little sense now at least. Still, neither of you could deny that ‘giant mutant lizard’ doesn't sound absolutely insane - so naturally, it takes you a second to process and.. imagine what that fight must've looked like just now.

“You're..” you frown; making eye contact with your boyfriend again after breaking it shortly. Jake on the other hand can't seem to even think about taking his eyes off of you. As per usual. “You're telling me you're fighting.. giant lizards?” you simply add. You're also certain that no matter how you would've worded this, it would sound equally just as crazy.

But, well.. your boyfriend IS Spider-man after all. So really, nothing should probably surprise you anymore. If you had to guess, things would, most likely, only get crazier from here on.

“Yeah. Well, they suck.” Jake scoffs, followed by another smile on his face, but he quickly groans in pain right after; your eyes still fixated on his wounds. It’s not like he'll die of them, so you try telling yourself to stop being so dramatic, but still.. it's a sight you'd rather not get too used to.

You hate seeing him like this. Usually, you're pretty used to seeing him with small or at least smaller wounds by now, but this? This is.. low-key crazy. You keep telling yourself that he is literally Spider-man, and that there's.. kinda no way to avoid getting hurt, yet all you hope for is to see him in one piece every single time. And it seems that the longer he keeps doing what he's doing, the chances of seeing him at all keep getting slimmer. Which is something that truly keeps you up at night, easily causing goosebumps all over your body.

“Hey.” Jake quietly says, simply to bring you back to reality once he notices you're lost in thoughts, and the next thing you feel is his hand on your cheek, softly cupping it.

Once you're actually back, you properly reconnect the eye contact you so love with him again. “What is it?” he questions not too long after, barely whispering while trying to read your expression. You, on the other hand, just remain silent; swallowing, before taking a sharp breath.

“Take this off, I'll take care of it.” pretty much avoiding the question, you point to his suit instead (or at least the upper part of it) - since, every time Jake has come here, you took care of him and his injuries. And today was gonna be no different.

While he makes sure the city is okay, you need to make sure he's okay. And vice versa, Jake has to make sure you're okay, by coming back to you every time like promised. New York could be safe for all he wants - only seeing your face every time makes him feel truly safe and sound.

And so again, he does as you say; moving to sit on the floor while leaning against your bed, he watches you do your little magic in silence. Silence, awe, admiration - it's all the same when it comes to you, really. He doesn't even deserve you, Jake thinks to himself. Like he does everyday.

Your ‘little magic’ though, simply includes disinfecting his wounds first; a process the both of you have gotten used to by now.

Once he's rolled down his suit a little, you begin to carefully pat his chest with the tissue again and again, so careful as if he'd break if you made one wrong move. Which.. seems sort of funny. You're patching up the Spider-man after all.

Jake, in the meantime, can't seem to take his eyes off of you again, so he simply doesn't. Instead, he watches your every move like his life depends on it. The look in your eyes has changed. You've gone quiet. Like, awfully quiet.

“Y/N.” he tries again after just a moment - after you clearly avoided his question the first time. When you look up just the tiniest bit, you're immediately met with his eyes on you already in no time. Oh. His eyes. “What is it?” he repeats, hoping to get you to talk this time.

Looking at him, it takes you a few moments to even form a somewhat coherent thought. Sometimes you wish you could just stop time and stay like this. With him, here. Forever.

Sure, being Spider-man's girlfriend had its perks - like Jake taking you with him to swing around New York together. Surely.. an original experience! But it also meant praying he'd come home to you every time there was trouble in the city.

“I'm just scared for you, is all.” you sigh quietly, tilting your head a tiny bit. For just a moment, silence enters, and it feels like you're falling in love with him all over again. You're just glad he's here.

“You won't lose me.” Jake assures you in the softest tone possible and immediately brings his hand back to your cheek, only to bring your face closer to his. Close enough to place a kiss on your lips, a reassuring one. A kiss that, as you both know, says something words wish they could truly encapsulate. Breaking the kiss for a short, simple “I promise.”, he immediately reconnects your lips again like he'd suffocate if he didn't.

What starts as a lovely, reassuring kiss, quickly seems to turn into something much more intimate when you feel Jake rest his other hand on your waist only to pull you as close as possible; to feel your body right against his.

Spider-man might have impressive healing abilities that are above those of the average person, but Jake felt as if having you near him was already enough healing.

“I love you.” he breathes into the kiss, and quickly tries to catch his breath when you do the same for a second. Your faces still dangerously close, all you seem to be able to get out is a “I love you too.” that sounds very out of breath, like you were the one fighting a giant mutant lizard just before.

Bringing your hand up to rest on the side of his neck, Jake can't help but sigh when he backs off a tiny bit, only so he can get a good look at you. God, you're beautiful he thinks to himself. Basically looking at you the same way he did when he first told you he loved you, he automatically moves the few strands of hair out of your face; tucking them behind your ear, while his eyes simply shine with admiration. But mostly love.

“I just love you, Y/N.” your boyfriend repeats while shaking his head slightly, and sounding completely hopeless as if he just accepted that he is, indeed, hopelessly in love with you. Though, that was more or less the case anyway.. it still is, actually. Watching his eyes go back and forth between your eyes and lips, Jake speaks up again in a low voice, “You won't lose me.”. However this time, it's a promise rather than a reassurance.

Your eyes lighting up with pure love at his words and the look in his eyes, you can't seem to hide the way your lips are forming into another tiny smile - so you decide to just let them speak by placing them on his once again.

It's like your lips were perfectly made for each other, especially when Jake tilts his head a tiny bit more to deepen the kiss - his hand still on your neck, and if it were to go after him, he'd never remove it again. It's like you were perfectly made for each other.

“Jake.” you mumble into the kiss, yet keep it going because his lips feel a little too good moving against yours. Although you don't wanna let go, you (sadly) do end up breaking the kiss - which causes Jake to immediately look at you as you're gathering your thoughts one by one.

“I need to ask you a favour. It'll sound really selfish, though.” you begin quietly, only to receive a promising nod from his side, waiting for you to continue curiously while his eyes go back and forth between your eyes and lips again. Swallowing, you carefully ask, “You know I love that you're Spider-man, but can you just be Jake for tonight and stay?” Yeah, you were right about it sounding kinda selfish. Jesus.

But, like, it's true, and you couldn't really figure out a better way to word it. I mean, obviously you love that he's Spider-man - literally who wouldn't? But it's true that you love Jake Sim more. Even if just a tiny bit, which is why you want, - or need, actually - him with you tonight. Just Jake. Just the two of you.

“It doesn't sound selfish.” is the first thing he says in response, slightly shaking his head for further assurance. You're not only glad about it, but you feel your heartbeat increase rapidly when you see yet another smile form on his face, which (thank god), he doesn't even try to hide as it's getting too big. “Actually,” he lightly scoffs, biting on his lip as you watch him do so (it drives you nuts every time).

“I was hoping you'd say that, princess.” is the last thing he says before pulling you in for a kiss much, much more intimate than the ones before.

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astrologylunadream · 6 months

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Their Hidden Fantasies of You🥵👅🖤 [SPICY] (Pick a card/Tarot love reading)

Hey it's Lunadream~ Here's a special reading this time on their hidden fantasies about you, yes you, enjoy~ hope you find your message♥️

(This one gets spicy beware🔥 darker themes included.)

Notice: Only take what resonates because the most important thing is your own judgement!♡ If anything doesn't resonate, don't worry! It's not your message right now <3 (Entertainment purpose only. All rights reserved)

Now, shall we begin~? ^v^ Think of the your person, and pick whichever pile that fits the energy you're feeling~🖤♥️🖤♥️

Pile 1⛓

Pile 2🗡

Pile 3🏚

Pile 4🤝

Take your time and choose carefully with the heart~♡

On to the readings —> 🖤

Pile 1⛓

Sign energy: Choice, Distance, Crave, Important, Treat, Leo, Gemini, Mars, Sun, Neptune, 💁‍♀️👋👊🧛‍♀️

🖤Your person's energy: We have a lot of masculine energy right here so my pile 1's person is very bold and speaks their mind. You would describe them as "dreamy" and "hot" stuff like that lol so cute😍 Could he Leo, Gemini, Aries, or Scorpio, not really getting the Pisces vibe but for some of you maybe ヘ_(ッ)_/ Your person has a very fierce aura and they may have very intimidating features e.g arched eyebrows or a canine-like smile. They try to behave themselves and remain respectful, but I can tell they have it BAD for my pile 1!!🔥❤ Your person is giving off such a bad boy/girl vibe. They are so independent and no one can tell them what to do, they just do what they want~ They're a very physical person and they might sometimes get aggressive with you and lose control of themselves, this is only out of intense attraction for my lovely pile 1.😌 But they do their best to keep it together and not let their wild side get the best of them. Their voice is a huge turn on for you, and if they slick their hair back... that's when you loose it LOL🤣😳 Very strong willed individual, they have a great sense of self. The type to have a lot of admirers aswell.

💭Their hidden fantasies: Locked, Admiration, Force, Seduction, Closed, Sun, 5th house, Venus, Taurus, Virgo, 🧘‍♀️⛈🕸📆 OMGGG things just got heated in here😭😖 It's gonna be intense my pile 1's your person has some dark thoughts running around in their head. They're crazy about watching you give in, it drives them seriously. They wanna handcuff you, hold you down and force you to look at them/admire them😰😰🙊❤ Oh my gosh this is serious like they're crazy about you my pile 1... You're feeding their inner demons and aggressions they just want to unleash when you two are alone!! They want to seduce you and make you say their name... They fantasize about kissing your neck, and they wanna see how much you can take like wtf pile 1 your person is so intense and passionate about you like wow...🥵 They specifically want to make you nervous, they love the thought of you getting butterflies in your stomach as they literally consume you omg. They want to retrain and contain you while thrilling you every second... holding you down with a strong grip on your wrists as they please the hell out of you until you're moaning their name😭😭😭 Yes pile 1 that's what's in their head, and they're not telling ANYONE. Not even you... unless-👀

♥️Messages from your person: I don't wanna pressure you, I can see right through you, I can save you, It's karma, No one knows (This could be a karmic relationship you both are in together) Extra cards: Ladder, Dominant, Play, Darling, Clothes, Cancer, 6th house, Scorpio, Mars, 3rd house (WTF🥵🥱🌋⚠️)

Thank you my pile 1's! If you feel this resonated, you may tap the heart to claim this message!🥀

I hope you enjoyed your reading! ʚ(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ If you did be sure to let me know pile 1 with the chains emoji~⛓ Thanks for scrolling through, Hugs hugs hugs!! See you in the next reading♥️

Pile 2🗡

Sign energy: Last, Lay down, Risk, Heiress, Model, South node, 7th house, Pluto, 3rd house, Gemini, 🪑🦉♋🐅

🖤Your person's energy: This could be an ex or someone from your past, it's definitely someone you have intense feelings about. I'm getting Libra or Scorpio oh hi pluto yep definitely Scorpio placements for sure.🎯 Gemini or Virgo could be in their chart or they could have these qualities. They could have Cancer in 7th house so Capricorn rising maybe!! Or Pluto in Cancer I'm seeing. Your person may be a model, they have very model-like features especially hands. I feel like you told yourself not to keep thinking about this person at one point, now here we are LOL👏💫 Your person has a very sexy appearance, you are really attracted to this person physically but also psychologically they make you 😈. They're the type to do what their told suprisingly, I feel like it's so easy to make them do whatever you want. You might not know this pile 2 but heyy now you know their little secret~ This person feels like a gamble to be with, you might feel like you're taking a huge leap of faith with them. They could be very rich or inherited lots of wealth from relatives in their family, they could he a future CEO of a company aswell. I'm getting some powerful vibes from my pile 2's person, they know what they're capable of.😌

💭Their hidden fantasies: Call, Yandere, Meant to be, Learn, Restaurant, 5th house, Eros, Neptune, 10th house, Fire, 👥🏃‍♂️🦥😩 Ohhh my pile 2 your person is totally obsessed with you and I mean (might kill) do anything for you🤭😳 They fantasize about the two of you together, sharing your experiences and everything with eachother. They can't stop thinking about calling you, they just wanna hear your voice!!🥰 Your person has suprisingly soft and sweet thoughts of you like hugging and cuddling while watching movies, eating out and walks on the beach.🌊 They actually just really fantasize about spending time with you and getting to know eachother better. But don't forget they're a little bit crazy over you too, like I mean yandere vibes over my pile 2's.😅😨 I feel like the second you two are apart they feel awful, like nothing else matters. They just wanna be around you and keep you forever. They fantasize about having fun with you, hoping you won't run away. They're addicted to you, and they secretly love the thought of moaning for you💭😳🖤 They have fantasies about you dominating them or putting them in their place, they get so turned on when you ask them to do something for you. They love being worthy for you, omg I feel like they also fantasize kissing/touching you when you're sleeping/unconscious. They fantasize of anyone that gets close to you simply disappearing, taking you all for themself.🥰🔪❤

♥️Messages from your person: Right now, You read my mind, I'm not as great as I appear, You have a lot to offer, You're pretty (Awwweee pile 2 did you hear that???😍💖) Extra cards: Audience, Work, Dance, Head, Only one, Leo, 11th house, 2nd house, 5th house, Libra

Thank you my pile 2's! If you feel this resonated, you may tap the heart to claim this message!🥀

I hope you enjoyed your reading! ʚ(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ If you did be sure to let me know pile 2 with the sword emoji~🗡 Thanks for scrolling through, Hugs hugs hugs!! See you in the next reading♥️

Pile 3🏚

Sign energy: Red, Care-taker, Shoes, Authority, Secret admirer, Uranus, Neptune, Sun, Cancer, Aries, 👅🌁🌊🙋‍♂️

🖤Your person's energy: My pile 3's your person is a very bright and charismatic person~⭐ They have a great smile that makes it hard not to smile back. Very strong masculine vibes, could have prominent veins or muscles. They like the color red and feel drawn to it. Very likely a secret admirer or has a little crush on you. They make unique expressions especially with their mouth/tongue. May stick their tongue out often, they have a very unique tongue (just saying🙄😈❗) They may live near a bridge or body of water. They like to "wave" at people a lot haha, very friendly and outgoing. They are a very dominant type and are very assertive but also caring protective over those they care about. Care-free and fun loving individual, Their father could be very intimidating or cold. Pile 3 your person has nice ankles/feet or you may stare at their shoes at lot (because you get nervous!!🤭😳). They have your back when you need them, very supportive and helpful. I feel like they work around animals or care for them often. The type to be a shoulder to cry on, and lighten your mood.☀️ Their chest is very attractive to you, they have a very masculine chest. Seriously they just have such a dominant attitude about them!!😫😉

💭Their hidden fantasies: Black, Keep a secret, Virgo, Ability, Meant to be, 6th house, Venus, South node, 10th house, Moon, 🌡🩺💅☀️ Ohhh you guys your person has some secret thoughts abt you!! They think about you guys' past a lot, and they fantasize about a hidden love affair between you two. They want you to do as they say, submitting to their dominance.😳🥵 They fantasize about owning you, making you their little pet, controlling you, they like imagining you with a collar/leash💀🥵🥵 They want to "keep" you. Leading you, being your "savior". Taking care of you, this all makes them horny af😭 Calling your name in a commanding way, "good girl/boy" and "you did well". They can't stop thinking about your 🍒🍑, they want to touch them, grab them... the list goes on and on. Tugging on your chain, Lifting your chin up, They fantasize about the sensation of your nails on their skin. Scratches and bite marks are all up in their imagination. My pile 3 your person thinks you're so hot and meant to be with them, they want you to be theirs!!

♥️Messages from your person: Don't underestimate me, I can't control myself, You make me happy, I do, No one makes me feel this way (Ahh so cute🥰) Extra cards: Peace, Distance, 10th house, First, Eyelashes, 3rd house, Moon, Gemini, Earth, Virgo

Thank you my pile 3's! If you feel this resonated, you may tap the heart to claim this message!🥀

I hope you enjoyed your reading! ʚ(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ If you did be sure to let me know pile 3 with the haunted house emoji~🏚 Thanks for scrolling through, Hugs hugs hugs!! See you in the next reading♥️

Pile 4🤝

Sign energy: Fashion, Think outside the box, Accusation, Only time will tell, First, Gemini, Water, 2nd house, Capricorn, Scorpio, 🎭💜😢🖌

🖤Your person's energy: I'm seeing a really cute person tbh their energy is just so lovely and sweet~ They may be a painter or like drawing, could be an artist. Fashion designer is coming through, they may be into clothing. They have many charms about them, but they can be very distrustful of others. They are quick to assume things about other people, making them disappointed in nearly every encounter with someone.👥 For some reason I'm getting thay they don't get along with Gemini's easily, they could have a lot of Gemini or Mercury influence in their chart, Scorpio mercury is likely. Could be Capricorn or Taurus, They could have Mercury in the 2nd house. For a lot of you this person is a Libra rising which makes sense because of the fashion, they like aesthetically pleasing things. This could be you they find pleasing pile 4~😊 You could be dating this person but for most of you I'm getting not yet in a relationship with them. I feel like your person plays around with you often and enjoys getting on your nerves. On the other hand, they might not outwardly express themselves on the surface, actually I'm getting for some of you this person only expresses their emotions through art or creative ideas. Only then will you see a glimpse of their true feelings.🤍🖤

💭Their hidden fantasies: Boyfriend, Attraction, Tease, Foreign, End, 9th house, Virgo, Air, Taurus, Sagittarius, 💉💎🆚️♋ Hmmm okayyy we got some heavy Sagittarius energy this could be a sign that they wanna explore my pile 4's to the fullest. Your person has fantasies of taking you to a foreign place/country far away, taking you on a crazy adventure just to have you all to themselves. I feel like the wanna see how much you can take, mentally and physically. So they're always teasing you, trying to get reactions out of you. They have fantasies of biting your neck playfully and watching you freak out, they love the thought of you blushing over them. They want to please themselves with you, and surprise you with crazy fun.🥵😝💫 They wanna try so many different new things with you, and you're their test subject. They want you to see them as hot and attractive, they just wanna get you on your knees for them.🔥 Playing around, wearing you down, kissing you roughly when you're weak and vulnerable. They fantasize a lot about these sort of things with you, Your thighs are a turn on for them, as well as your neck and stomach. They want to give you marks all over so you know you're theirs. They imagine you falling head over heels for them, this is what they want the most. They want you to be in awe over them, your devotion is their biggest fantasy. And they just wanna have a crazy wild fun time😈💥💋🎆

♥️Messages from your person: I can't control myself, Give me more, I can't take anymore, You deserve the best, Because of you, I have a lot to offer (Ahh they're so into my pile 4's😍) Extra cards: Vision, Emotions, Future, Red, Expand, Mars, Cancer, Venus, Water, 6th house (They really want a future with you, they want to stay with you. They're serious you guys!!💐💍🖤)

Thank you my pile 4's! If you feel this resonated, you may tap the heart to claim this message!🥀

I hope you enjoyed your reading! ʚ(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ If you did be sure to let me know pile 4 with the holding hands emoji~🤝 Thanks for scrolling through, Hugs hugs hugs!! See you in the next reading♥️

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Thanks for reading everyone! \(*^w^)/🖤 -Lunadream <3

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lostgirlmuseum · 9 months

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Stuck Together 🕸

Pairing: Bucky x f!reader

Summary: Bug Boy and Big Man get into an argument. Luckily, you’re there to save the day! Until you find yourself in a sticky situation.

Words: 2.3k

A/N: A much lighter fic after the last one I posted to balance the scales. Please let me know if you like it!

Warnings: This is just silly.

(divider credit- @saradika)

“HELP ME, HELP ME, HELP ME—” Peter scrambled into the kitchen and slipped and slid over to the counter when he spotted you there.

“Peter? Woah, slow down!” He caught you off guard as you were about to start chopping some fruit for a smoothie you wanted to make. Your face scrunched as you tried to decipher what the sudden commotion was. For example, why was Peter running like his life depended on it, and why was he now hiding behind you and using your body as a shield?

“Save me, please! He’s going to kill me!” You continued to stare at his beet red face as his voice cracked pleas filled your ears.

“Who’s going to kill—” Your question, however, was abruptly cut off—but simultaneously answered—as Bucky Barnes came crashing into the room. If you thought Peter’s face was red, Bucky looked like he was on the verge of exploding.

“PARKER,” Bucky boomed, standing his ground by the table. His stance was open, ready to attack. The only thing keeping him from ripping Peter limb from limb was your (comparatively) feeble form.

“Hold on,” you started, “everyone just calm down,” but it was no use. Your attempts to diffuse the situation were no match for a pissed off Bucky and a scared shitless Peter.

“She can’t protect you, Parker.” Bucky pointed a finger directly over your right shoulder, where Peter was cowering and peeking over.

“GAHHHH!” Peter shrieked.

Your patience was dwindling.

“Can someone tell me what happened?”

As if on cue, both men—boys? The manchild and the child started spewing their sides of the story, distressed voices overlapping each other in a soup of overstimulation for your ears.

“One at a time!” You held your hands up for them to pause, to which they both surprisingly did. Feels good to be seen as an authority figure. “Bucky? What happened?”

Bucky huffed and struggled to take his piercing glare off of Peter.

“I was minding my own business in the gym when Bug-Boy decided to shoot my metal arm with his stupid web!”

You finally noticed the unusual pattern of white on Bucky’s metal arm as he held it out for you to see. Only then did you also notice the web was also all over the front of his white Henley (a color you didn’t even know he owned, but looked good in none-the-less).

Taking the moment of silence and inspection as a sign for his side of the story, Peter started his word vomit.

“It was an accident, you have to believe me!” He lightly shook your shoulders to get your attention, and you looked into his wide, earnest eyes. “I was beta testing these new web blasters I made, but something went wrong—maybe a transmitter went haywire, or a screw got loose—I don’t know, maybe it just needs some WD-40—”

“Peter, focus.”

“Right, anyway, I was aiming for a target I set up by the punching bags, but my web blasters went crazy and the web managed to fly 15 feet off and hit Sergeant Barnes.” His wild hands matched his wild hair as he finally took a breath.

“He’s forgetting to tell you the part where he made it worse and rubbed it! Into the plates! Of my arm! Now it’s stiff, and isn’t moving right!” You swiveled your head back to Bucky as he pointed at you this time.

“I was trying to help get it off you!” Peter yelped as he shrunk himself even smaller to be hidden behind your back.

“Boys, enough!” You shout.

Bucky freezes, and tenses as he directs his attention to you. Simultaneously, Peter slowly stands back up and faces you.

Both of them were being immature, however, you could understand both sides, but especially how Peter would run from Bucky. You decided to protect the kid first.

“Bucky,” you sighed, turning so your body directly faced him, “you don’t need to kill the kid. It was an accident.”

“An expensive accident.” He grumbled, his pouty face turning away slightly to avoid your disappointed gaze.

“And Peter,” you turned to face the kid, “maybe you need to be more careful when you’re testing new equipment. Maybe you should do it when no one else is in the training room. We both know this isn’t the first time something like this has happened.”

“I know.” Peter dejectedly glanced down at the marble floor.

“What about my arm?” Bucky spoke, once again holding it out for emphasis.

Deeming the situation to be safe enough, you stepped out of the way so you were no longer a human shield, and you could see both of them simultaneously.

“Peter, how long does it take for the web to dissolve?”

“I think like an hour…or two.” He fidgeted with his fingertips.

“You don’t have anything that can speed up that process?” You crossed your arms like you often do when in ‘solution mode.’

“There’s a formula that breaks it down faster. But I ran out, I’d have to make some more.”

“How long would that be?” Bucky’s voice was no longer hostile, but back to his familiar grumpy tone.

“I can whip some up in fifteen minutes.” Peter offered with a nod.

“Why don’t you go ahead and make that?” You put your hand on Pete’s shoulder. “I’ll see what I can do now.”

“Okay. Okay, I’ll be back in a bit.” The flush finally left his face as he scurried off to the lab.

“Can I see your arm?” You knew you had to be careful in asking. You felt strangely honored that he had trusted you, whether he realized it or not, to calm the situation between him and Peter. You didn’t want to scare him off by asking, but you also just wanted to help.

Luckily for you, he simply shrugged, emotion void from his face.

You gently approached him and instinctively grabbed his left palm with your right hand. You carefully inspected it, and noticed the webbing following the crevices of the gold along his hand. Awkwardly, you tried to pull away, but his hand followed yours. You lightly gasped. You knew it would be sticky, but neither of you realized how resolute it was, as you struggled to let go of his hand.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Bucky grumbled.

“Whoops.” You grimaced, fruitlessly attempting to separate your hands. After a moment of useless struggling, you sighed. “Let’s try this. On the count of three, we’ll both pull away with all of our strength. I’ll pull my way, you pull back your way.”

He nodded, but his furrowed brows suggested his doubt.

“One,” you backed away slightly from him to find your footing. “Two,” he leaned back and you both prepared to pull. “Three!”

It was certainly a sight, the two of you in the kitchen, holding hands as you both leaned in separate directions trying to leave the other. You both groaned with effort, but all it did was cause you some pain. After an eternity of pulling away from each other, adjusting stances, and more effort, Bucky stepped back a little too far, and managed to trip on the leg of a chair, sending him falling backwards…and you with him.

“SHI-”

Boom.

His back was on the floor, and there you were, right on top of him.

“Sorry, I’m sorry,” the words tumbled out of your lips as your hands quickly found purchase on the ground (well, your left palm was on the ground to the side of Bucky’s shoulder, but your right hand was still attached to his.)

“It’s fine,” he mumbled.

But as you tried to push yourself up and off of him, there was an extra force–something other than gravity–keeping you to his chest.

“Oh my god, it’s on your shirt too.”

You both looked down at the part of his chest that wasn’t snug with you, and noticed the mess of web.

“I’m going to kill him.” Bucky whispered.

“No, no killing.” It felt like a weird thing to say while hovering over Bucky, but it had to be said.

You both made eye contact for a second, before he quickly looked away to the side.

“I guess you’re a bottom.”

“I’m a what?”

“Nothing. That was supposed to be my inside voice.” You chuckled. “We should try to get up.”

“Here, if I can get on top, I can probably get up.” He offered.

“Um, okay.”

Bucky managed to somewhat easily roll to where his body was now over yours. He did a weird plank, and a series of awkward maneuvers. You inwardly cringed at how weird you both must look, on the kitchen ground, no less. Eventually, Bucky was able to get enough momentum to swing both of you back up to a standing position.

“Okay!” You cheered. “Now what?”

“Um. I haven’t thought that far ahead.” He scratched the back of his neck with his free hand. “How long did Parker say until he could get us the formula, or whatever the hell he’s getting?”

“Probably about ten minutes now.”

“This is just fantastic.” Bucky murmured, looking up in exasperation.

“Alright, cool it, no need giving me a complex.”

“What?”

“You’re acting like it’s the worst thing in the world to be stuck to me for a couple minutes.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to be close to you,” he started, but flushed when he saw your teasing face. “I mean, not that I want to be close to you—not in a way like I think you’re gross—because I don’t think you’re gross! If anything, I think you’re really nice—I mean that in a normal way.”

“Bucky, it’s fine,” you chuckle, “I’m messing with you. I know it’s not me, you like your personal space. I get it.”

“Uh-huh.” He bites his bottom lip and once again avoids your gaze.

“Hey, are you feeling okay? Your face has gone really… red. Are you having an allergic reaction or something?” You lift your unoccupied hand to his forehead, and place the back of it to his skin.

“I’m fine, it’s fine.” He quickly deflects.

“I don’t know Buck, it—”

“PETER!” He yells, and begins to rush for the lab, dragging you along with him in an awkward shuffle.

“Bucky! Slow down, for god’s sake—”

“PETER PARKER!”

Bucky had never wanted to see the kid’s face so bad.

By the time the two of you reached the lab, you had given up protesting.

“I’m almost done, Sergeant Sir! I swear it!” Peter had noticed the close proximity of you and Bucky (how could he not?) but he knew better than to comment on it. Besides, he was busy fighting for his life.

“What’s all this yell—” Tony nearly burst out laughing once he walked into the lab and saw not only how close you and Bucky were, but the sheepish look on the normally tough guy's face. “Well. Looks like you two have gotten very close.”

Bucky’s face flushed even harder.

“You’re even holding hands! Aw, that’s sweet.” Tony continued.

Bucky took the opportunity to try and hide behind you by turning so that your back was facing the lab doors, although it seems he forgot how much bigger he is than you, his form peeking out behind yours. Looks like everyone was using you as a shield today.

“I wonder where he went,” Tony mocked.

“Tony,” you turned your head over your shoulder to see him as best you could, “leave him alone.”

“Okay, okay.” He laughed. He lasted five seconds before opening his mouth again. “I can’t help myself, it’s so obvious he—”

“Done!” Peter interrupted, holding up a beaker filled with a translucent light blue liquid.

“Thank God, kid.” Bucky gasped.

“Was this your doing, Peter? Well done.” Tony quipped one more time.

Peter didn’t answer, just gave an awkward smile, and poured the liquid onto a cloth.

“This isn’t going to stain my shirt, right?” You asked.

“No, don’t worry.” Peter said, wiping the cloth over where yours and Bucky’s hands connected.

Within seconds the web dissolved, and you were able to remove your hand. You grabbed the cloth from Peter and started wiping where your shirt stuck to Bucky’s, carefully avoiding actually touching his chest. You both sighed once you stepped back from each other.

“Bye.” He quickly said, and turned on his heel to rush out.

“Bucky, wait!” You called.

He quickly turned back, a question in his eyes.

“Your arm, remember? The web is still stuck in the plates?”

“Oh. Yes.” He turned back to you and grabbed the cloth, and for good measure, the beaker Peter had in his hands too. “Bye.”

Tony quirked a brow as Bucky brushed past, and out the doors.

“He’s in a hurry.” Tony said.

“Yeah, to get away from me,” you sighed, looking at the hand that had held his only a minute ago.

You wonder what you did to make him so revolted by you.

Little do you know, at that very moment, Bucky is resisting every urge to run back to you.

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A/N: Thanks for reading, please let me know your thoughts if you’re comfortable! I’m thinking about maybe making a part two, if anyone is interested. I hope you have a wonderful day/night!

UPDATE: Part 2 is now up!

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jxckchxmpi0n · 8 months

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Hi there. I was wondering if you could do a Spider-Man Ethan x fem!reader where the reader has feelings for Spider-Man and doesn’t know its her friend Ethan who she also grew up having a crush on. Every night the her and Spider-Man talk and hang out on the roof of her apartment. One of the nights there is so much tension that they end up doing the famous Spider-Man kiss. Feelings on both ends are confessed, but Ethan refuses to fully take off his mask. But then one night Spider-Man is extremely injured and loses a lot of blood. So the reader ends up patching him up and has to remove his mask to reveal that it’s her friend Ethan that she’s always had feelings for. Then it can end spicy from there with whatever you’re comfortable writing.

Thank you 😊

OMG! 🕸🕷 I love this idea - ugh, I'm gonna have so much fun writing this ahhhhhh hope you enjoy love 🌼

Two Hearts

Summary : You have a crush on your best friend Ethan- but growing close with Spiderman, and also sharing those same feelings leaves you confused. A rough night for Spiderman ends up revealing secrets.

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Word count: 3.0k

Warning: Angst, fluff, swearing, blood, mentions of death, slight NSFW.

I love how much music affects my writing. Listened to "hopeless romantic soft mix" while writing this. Made me kick my feet and giggle!! ALSO, THIS IS THE LONGEST FIC I HAVE WRITTEN ANNNDDD OH MY GOS I AM SO IN LOVE

There was a new superhero in town, and boy did that 'Spiderman' have all the girls' hearts. He sure had yours, but he will never be Ethan- Ethan was your best friend. He has been by your side since you could remember.

Any person that would see you together thought you were dating, but you weren't. The thought of telling Ethan you liked him - oh boy. That would be the last thing you would do. HE GIVES YOU BUTTERFLIES!!! he makes your stomach turn, and those chocolate brown eyes always make you want to grab his face and smother him in kisses.

Your little daydreams got carried away sometimes, staring off into space when you hang out with him. "y/n, you there?" Shaking the thoughts away, you nod. He then just continues on about science.

But this Spiderman, saving people, helping the elder, oh what a dream he seemed very sweet and always helped no matter how minor the "crime" was.

Not knowing who he was drove New York crazy the secret identity was smart and cool, but it really started to pick up in the school halls.

How old was he?

Was 'he' he or 'she'?

How did they become super?

You were always talking about the latest crime fight Spiderman had done, digging into conspiracies, which always made Ethan laugh.

Lately, you haven't been able to hang out with Ethan as much as he signed up for active work at the police station with his dad. Most nights, he would be busy with his dad doing simple desk work and / or join him in a ride along. So, being on your own was the new daily.

It started a few weeks ago. Slowly, you noticed webs around your neighborhood buildings. 'Maybe Spiderman came through.' he was always around this part of town, so it made sense.

As the school days died down and the city got louder at night, you would relax on the rooftop of your apartment. Being so high in the sky, being able to see over it, was refreshing. Turning your music off, you'd listen to the sounds around you as your mind filled with thoughts. Homework would also fill the gap.

It wasn't until the second week of being on the rooftop that something wild happened. As you sat playing music going over your English notes, right across the street, Spiderman stood watching you. He didn't want to seem like a creep - well, standing in a head-to-toe body suit watching from a rooftop seemed weird, but he kept it lowkey.

He liked seeing you in such peace, sitting looking down at the people who roamed the streets, or how you would lay on your back looking at the sky. You were so beautiful in his eyes. He was so drawn to you, he couldn't just stay away.

Before he realized what he was doing, his arm straightened out activating his webs. Putting his full body weight in the web, he swung over he landed on the opposite side of the roof near you. Why was he so nervous, you don't know who he is! What if this ends up bad! wait, you don't know who he is! this is perfect.

"Why do you sit up here?" he spoke before he could process. The sudden voice made you jump and yelp a little. Looking around, you saw him. He stood a few feet away from you.

'Spiderman, oh my gosh, it's Spiderman,' you thought, your mind racing with so many questions. 'Why is he up here?' 'is this fake' ?Did I fall asleep again?'

"What? are- this- I- Are you really here?" he couldn't help but laugh at your comment and walked closer. He could feel his heartbeat in his ears.

"Well, duh," he tried to sound smooth, but his voice ended up cracking while he sat in front of you. You laughed as he tried to buff up his look.

"So? Why are you sitting up here?" he tilted his head to the side in a questioning way. The spider eyes on the mask opening and closing softly.

"It's peaceful up here, I get to see the city, and no one else comes up here so it's like the perfect place to escape for a little" your heart ached, you wished Ethan wasn't always so busy so you could take him up here.

He hummed, satisfied with your answer. 'How was he just so calm sitting here with me, like this is normal?'

"I'm sorry, as much as I think this is cool - uh, what are you doing here? Don't you have some crime to fight?" You threw some fake punches his way, laughing to ease your awkwardness.

"I mean, yeah, but it's a slow day, and I just saw you hanging out here. I've actually seen you here a lot the past few weeks, so you know, I just thought I'd see what you do. " he was blushing so hard under the mask, and his body was warm. 'Don't sound like a perv!'

"Do you do this a lot? spy on people?" Your voice is playful and light.

"Me? Well, psh No, I-I haven't done this before. Is it weird - oh, did I make you uncomfortable?!" As he spoke, his voice started to hold some panic.

"What - no, you didn't- NO this is cool! It's cool. I swear, I mean, you're Spiderman, like how wouldn't this be cool."

He felt a little better knowing it didn't make you uncomfortable. Hours had passed, and you talked about what it's like to fight crime and how he got his powers.

This soon became a regular occurrence. Every other night, he would show up and tell you the star crime of the day. You would bring extra drinks and food and give some to him. He would always turn around, or you would close your eyes when he ate/drank.

The feelings you had for him grew into an actual crush, now that you knew him - somewhat you felt like you could trust him.

After a few months, things started to change. He would tease you as you would do the same. Playful touching, whispering as he was inches away from your face. He grew so comfortable around you that he would sit shoulder to shoulder with you.

The smell of his calonge would fill your nose, a sense of familiar came to mind. The tension between you two could be cut by a knife, long shared glances, his body pressed into yours when he would give you his web shooters and show how to use them.

"Would you ever feel comfortable enough to take your mask off?" You sat on the edge of the rooftop with him right next to you, your hands resting near one another. The city lights shined on your face as he looked at you, a soft blush rose to your cheeks.

"Uh, maybe. I'm just scared. " he looked away, not wanting to face you.

"You don't have to be scared," you hand reached for his face, pulling it to face you. Even if you can't see his eyes, you knew they were looking right back at you. "You have my trust, and I promise not to break it," your voice was stern, yet like butter to his ears. His gloved hand went to yours, holding it closer to his face, leaning into your touch, the warmth of your hand seeping into his suit.

"It's getting pretty late; I should get going." Your hand fell from his face, and he nodded. "I'll see you tomorrow?" You were already walking towards the door with your bag over your shoulder.

"Yeah, of course!" he smiled under the mask matching the one you wore. Turning around, you could hear the web shooters, meaning he was leaving, but to your surprise, he hung over the door by his web. Looking up, your eyes followed it to the billboard.

"Only a little." He couldn't trust his own voice. He was nervous. 'Did she understand?'

The sound of cars honking and people shouting started to drown out as you stepped closer. 'Was he sure about this?' Your hands got closer to his neck, finding the edge of the mask. "Are you sure?" concerned you asking, pressured him.

"Yes, please." it almost sounded like a whine.

Pulling the mask over his chin past his lips; you stopped right before his nose. Your heart was beating very fast, feeling it in your throat, the butterflies in your stomach, it was driving you insane.

You could see he was blushing, some moles on his face near his lips. His lips, they looked so soft, and your hands held both sides of his face like he was going to get away. Your right hand let go though, reaching to trace his lips; they were soft, but also chapped. Both of your breaths were picking up.

"Please y/n," His voice whining again.

Pulling you out of your trance, you leaned in, "You're so beautiful."

Your lips clashed with his, inhaling his scent. This was heaven. The kiss was rough, the tension finally catching up. Teeth brushing each other sightly, you could feel his head pushing into yours. He wanted more, and so did you. Your lungs were burning gasping for air, but you didn't want to pull away, no, not yet. 'What if this is the only time I can kiss him, feel him?'

He was the first to pull away gasping for air. He just kissed you after wanting to for so long. "I'd like to do that again sometime." he was smiling so wide, being able to see it made your heart do flips.

"You know where to find me." Leaning in again, you kissed his cheek.

Taking the edge of the mask again, you pulled it back down towards his neck and tucking it in. "I'll see you tomorrow." Your hands dropped from his face, and you walked past him into the door.

Hours have passed, sitting on your bed acting like a little schoolgirl, giggling and kicking your feet. Who wouldn't you just kissed spiderman!

Looking at the clock, it was near one am. Sleep was catching up. So, you started your normal night routine. Finding some old extra oversized t-shirt, you slipped it on, and it landed on your mid-thigh barley coving much. You had shorts on but night shorts that were very short.

As you were done in the bathroom, you walked back into your room and felt a cold breeze. Looking around, you saw your window was open. An overwhelming feeling flooded your body as you knew you had closed it earlier. Getting closer, you hear a noise out of the darkness. Spiderman sat up, holding his side. He didn't look good.

"Help me," his body collapsed halfway in your window. your heart sunk at seeing him like this. Running to him, you grabbed him the best you could and pulled him in.

"What did you get yourself into, bug boy?" he sat against your wall, one arm trying to hold himself up and the other holding his abdomen.

"It's not that bad, I-" he removed his hand to show you the deep cut. it ran from lower chest to the middle of his stomach, "Okay, maybe it's a little bad." Every word was broken up by him groaning or wheezing.

"I'll be back." Running out of your room, you grabbed the first aid kit in the hallway. "I don't have much, so we have to make this work."

Before you started to clean the cut, you looked at his face. The mask was beat up pretty bad. He had a tear in it, running from his ear to chin. After tonight, you don't think this suit would survive.

"Can you move?" Your voice was low. The last thing you need is your parents finding Spiderman in your room.

"I'll try," he tried to push himself up, his head spinning. Standing with him, you saw him stumble, catching him. You guided him to your bed. As soon as he sat down, the pain was too much to bear. His body went limp.

"Hey! bug boy! hey, can you hear me?" You sat next to him, patting his face over and over and hoping to wake him up. His eyes would open and close after a few seconds, "You got to stay with me!"

"I'm tired." he was barely auditable.

As you looked at him, an idea came to your mind, "I'm sorry," putting a hand over his mouth and taking your other hand, you pressed down on the cut. He yelled into your hand in pain, his eyes tearing up under the mask. 'fuck'

The most you could do right now is clean the wounds and patch him up. He was awake but laid there quietly. You were so focused on making sure the wounds were thoroughly cleaned that you didn't realize one of his hands laid on your thigh, gripping it every time you wiped the cuts.

"You're okay." You tried your best to comfort him, and not much could be said though truthfully.

Once you checked over his entire body for more wounds, you moved up to his face. the mask was resting weirdly, "I finished everything else, but if you don't want me to clean -" As you spoke, his hand that wasn't on your thigh reached for the mask ripping it off.

Your jaw dropped.

ETHAN FUCKING LANDRY.

YOUR BEST FRIEND.

"I-" before he could fully speak, you flung your body into his. He winced out in pain as he felt you on him, yet he felt better.

Your eyes were watering at this point, seeing Spiderman - no seeing Ethan like this ripped your heart apart. "I had my theories- but fuck bug boy why?!" you pulled away making eye contact. He could see the tear stains running down your rosy cheeks.

"Don't cry pretty, girl, please don't cry. I'm okay - kind of, " he chuckled, hoping it helped ease the tension. His hand cupped your face, his finger halfway in your hair, his thumb resting on your cheek moving side to side wiping the tears.

"You're an idiot you know that?" You hit his shoulder, pushing him back a little. He made a face like it hurt but only smiled. Looking at you through his lashes, blood sprayed on his face, scars you haven't seen before. His eyes softened as he saw your face red and stained, crying, pouting.

"I'm hoping to be your idiot though." his thumb still ran across your cheek, slowly moving down to trace your lips. He hasn't stopped thinking about kissing you. Even when he was dying, the need for you was strong.

He was just looking at your lips at this point. He looked at you like he was starving. The hunger for you grew stronger after that kiss. Noticing the change in how he looked at you, a laugh escaped you. "For almost dying, you sure are a teenage boy with your thoughts"

Your voice pulled him back, snapping his eyes up to yours he smiled. "That obvious?" Your hand had gone to his wrist rubbing circles into his skin as he did the same to your face.

Your head went forward, forehead to forehead. A sweet little moment between you two. "Don't die. I know what you do is dangerous, but I don't think I can handle seeing you crawl into my room like this again." he nodded his head, yours moving with his.

You felt far away from him too far, using what strength he had left he pulled you into his lap, straddling him, your breath hitched.

"I won't, I promise." his hand left your thigh holding out his pinky. It was cheeky, yes, but he would.

Both of your breaths were heavy, and the tension in the room was filled again. It's like he knew because he would lean in to ghost over your lips, yet pull away. 'asshole'

"Kiss me already," your voice was laced with annoyance.

Pulling you in from the back of your head, your lips crashed together, and it felt different. This kiss was hungry. It was needy. His hands went over the curves of your body, trailing under the t-shirt, gripping the back of your back, pulling you towards him if possible.

Your hands were tangled in his hair, the curls all broken apart, pulling it softly, earning a moan from him.

Your body was thinking faster than your mind, rocking back and forth on him. The feeling of his body tensing, pulling away to kiss your jaw, then your neck. Your head fell back, giving him more access. His lips were soft against your skin, his teeth grazing your skin as he left love bites, both of you, a moaning mess.

"Ethan" moaning out his name was something you both dreamed of "we- shouldn't- not- not now-" your words kept getting broken up from the feeling of him sucking your neck, and how his hands gripped your hips moving you more.

"Why?" he voice was muffled from being in your neck. He knew it wasn't the right time since he was so beaten up. His hands loosed up on your hips, and a whine could be heard from you. That didn't stop him from peppering your neck and face with kisses thought.

"Fine. We'll stop, but next time, I won't quit as easily. " he pulled his face out of your neck so he could look at you. Your face was red, with a smirk on it.

"Let's just lay here then," you crawled off of his lap. You laid down, following you, and he pulled you so close that you were basically on top of him again.

"I'm fine with that." he looked down, kissing the top of your head before sleep took over his body.

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spiderymiasma · 10 months

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🕸 Five Times.... || Miguel x f!Spider (2/5)

Summary: Gwen sees how Miguel takes it upon himself to comfort you.

//Five Times They Weren't Alone and One Time They Were.

Words: 2.0k

Tags: Comfort Fic, Overprotectiveness, Slight Angst, Mutual Pining, Eventual Kissing, Pre-relationship, Flirting, Dating, Fluff, Wholesome

A/N: A continuation of my 5 Times Series. Use of "Charlotte Webb" as a placeholder for y/n

|| My AO3 || Part 1 Here

2. Gwen Stacy

One thing was for certain, if you wanted anything from Miguel…

…..you went to Charlotte first.

Gwen spun around in one of the swivel chairs in the other Spiderwoman's office, kicking her new stolen shoes idly. “Sooooooo….it’s been a while since I’ve seen Miles, with all the extra work Miguel is making us do." She pouted dramatically. "Can I pllllease get time off to go visit his dimension? Just for a couple of days?”

The older Spiderwoman's soften as she looked at the teen fondly. Unlike Miguel, it seems as though his right hand woman had a soft spot for the younger Spiders.

“Did you finish all your missions?”

“Yup!”

“Did you file all the paperwork Miguel wanted?”

Gwen internally winced. Well, if you stretch the definition of words like “paperwork” and “what Miguel wants”, then yes she technically did sort of do it.

“Yup.” She popped her p.

She chuckled, clearly not buying Gwen’s shenanigans. “Of course you can go visit Miles-“

Gwen perked up. She didn’t actually think she’d get a yes, already mentally resigning to the fact she’d have to sneak out right under Miguel's nose.

“-right after you get the green light from Miguel, of course”

Gwen slumped over, defeated, all the bravado completely drained.

Getting Miguel to let Gwen do anything was like getting Charlotte and Miguel to admit their feelings for each other.

Mathematically impossible.

What would Hobie do in her shoes?

Gwen lifted her head, playing with a strand of her hair. “You know, you shouldn’t let guys like Miguel boss you around like this. I mean, you’re the Spiderwoman everyone looks up to around here. Are you really going to let a man tell you what you can and cannot do?”

She blinked. “Gwen, he's literally both of our bosses.”

The teen huffed, dejected. “You know, Spiderwoman to Spiderwoman, this whole affair is a real loss to feminism.”

She snorted, done with these childish games. “Gwen, ask Miguel.”

Well, shit.

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Miguel, like always, was not in the mood for Gwen's shenanigans. “What do you want? Can’t you see I’m busy?”

"Can I take some time off to go visit Miles?" Gwen leisurely strolled around the room, touching, poking, and prodding at all the fancy science gear.

She knew that Miguel got antsy (Ha!) whenever anyone but Charlotte touched his stuff, but he didn't even give Gwen the decency to look even mildly annoyed. "Go ask Charlotte, I'm busy."

She sighed, flopping her hands in front of her dramatically. "She asked me to ask you."

"Then no."

"Ughh, Miguel!"

"Go back to Charlotte, and tell her I told you to ask her." Miguel stated, his words clipped in a very "and that's final" dad voice. Gwen internally groaned. It was a long trek back to the other Spider's office. “It's like a billion miles away, Miguel. It's crazy that you two don't have your offices next to each other.”

His fingers paused in their work, momentarily distracted. Miguel toyed with the idea. How nice would it be to be able to see her beaming smiles, the small crinkle in her eyes, her laughter as she gossiped with Lyla. He could picture it now: the quiet moments in the dead of the night as they worked in comfortable silence together, her woops and hollers whenever they made a scientific breakthrough in whatever fun project they had together, the blazing passion in her eyes whenever they argued over the most inane subjects.

Miguel chewed on his bottom lip. It would be nice getting to see her every day by his side, knowing that she was safe next to him. Miguel could easily spend his whole day just watching her work whether in the office or in the field.

Gwen cleared her throat politely. Miguel blinked out of his daze, almost forgetting that the annoying teen had even showed up to his office. “She’s distracting-I mean-it’s an distraction for me when other people are here.”

Gwen raised an arced eyebrow. "Peter and Mayday are here like…all the time."

"Against my will. Charlotte is the only one to have the manners to respect my privacy."

Gwen scowled. Adults sucked.

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After begging, pleading, and whining, the other Spiderwoman did eventually fold and allow Gwen a two week vacation to go visit Miles. Two weeks had come and gone in the blink of an eye. Though she wished she could have spent more time with her boyfriend friend, she eagerly made a beeline straight to Charlotte's office. She couldn't wait to gossip with her about her time with Miles.

With a skip in her step, Gwen didn't notice how the door to the older Spider's office was already ajar. Her good mood made her blind to the muted blues and black watercolors that had painted the air around the entranceway.

Silently cracking the door open further, Gwen paused in the doorway, not expecting to see the sight in front of her. The usual joyous yellows and bright colors seeped into the walls of the room had dissipated, now replaced with muted blotched blue. The other Spiderwoman was crumpled into a ball on the floor. She could hear the quiet sobs of a woman trying to hide her sorrows in her hands.

And for some reason, Miguel was here.

It was weird to see Miguel of all people comforting her. Indeed, the big strong man looked so awkward. As if he had no idea where to put his hands or what words to say. His big hulking form was hunched over her protectively, completely shielding her from the rest of the word. His arms hovered around her form as if terrified over the thought of touching her and yet unable to help himself otherwise.

"I'm sorry Mig, I shouldn't be troubling you with this." She sniffed, voice thick with sorrow. "It's just the anniversary of…you know…his death-"

"I know, I know," Miguel said phrases in Spanish too quick for Gwen to even understand. Charlotte let out a rather wet laugh through her sobs. No doubt, laughing at a joke Miguel told her.

Which…honestly made Gwen's stomach twist into knots. She shouldn't be here. It was one thing to see Charlotte like this. But seeing Miguel so caring and vulnerable was…

….well she shouldn't be here.

Charlotte's eyes were a blotchy red. God, she probably looked so horrendous to him. "M-miguel, you shouldn't be here. You always have so much on your plate. You shouldn't have to worry yourself dealing with my stupid bullshit."

He clicked his tongue, annoyed at her words. "Chiquita, no te voy a dejar solo así (I'm not going to leave you alone like this)."

Blessed with a sudden burst of confidence, he smoothed his thumb over her cheek, carefully avoiding pricking her with his talons. Miguel wiped away her tears so gently it almost seemed like he was a completely different person. "Mi Cielito (My sky), you're safe. I'm here. I won't like anything bad happen to you."

The cordial professional boundaries that they put between the both of them flew out of the window. She slid forward, burying her face into his shoulder. She inhaled shakily, trying to stem the flow of tears. Miguel's presence was so soothing. His warmth seeped through his skin into hers.

Gingerly, he shuffled on the couch, wrapping his arm around her.

Gwen, now satisfied that her friend (boss?) was well supported, gingerly tip toed out of the entranceway.

It was about time those two love bugs (Ha) got their act together. She couldn't wait to tell Pav.

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Charlotte didn't know how long they sat on the floor of her office together. With only the steady rise and fall of Miguel's breathing keeping time, it could have been minutes or hours. The once blurry dark world sharpened and refocused whenever she was with Miguel. Blotchy inky blues that had settled in the room slowly faded away.

She sniffed gingerly. It was too embarrassing to lift her head from Miguel's shoulder to look at him in the eye. "I'm…I'm sorry. God this is embarrassing, you're not supposed to see me like this."

For some reason, it stung to hear those words come out of her mouth: "not supposed to see me like this". Had she been crying like this often? All smiles and arrogance during the day, have they simply been another mask she wore? To hide the tears that she had at night?

Though Miguel couldn't judge her too harshly. How often would he look at pictures of his daughter just to torture himself with a life that would never be his?

Well, it was time that she stopped moping on the floor. "Come on, let's get you straightened out." Before she could protest, he leaned over, hooking one of his arms under the crook of her knee. She gasped, momentarily off balance, throwing her arms around Miguel's thick neck. He scooped her up in his arms, picking her up bridle style. Miguel was trying his hardest to not touch her so familiarly that it would border on unprofessionalism.

Because really he would do this for any of the Spiders. Like..well, certainly not Miles, or Peter but..well..

…well he definitely would…

Her shaking stopped. The arms around his neck remained in place, selfishly not wanting to let go of him any time soon. Miguel's chest was so warm against her. She could feel his rapid heartbeat, a comforting presence against her cheek. In his arms, she felt safe.

He didn't need to be able to look down at her to sense the rising blush on her face. "Thank you, Miguel." Her words were so soft, he could barely hear her. "I'm sorry to put you in this position. You're a good friend."

Miguel swallowed thickly. That's right. That's what they were: friends. There was a million reasons why they couldn't be anything more than that.

Though for the life of him, he couldn't come up with any.

She was so warm against him, a comforting reminder that he was still very much human. It was like he was in a trance, as he carried her over to the couch. How many times did he carry his wife to bed, as she sleepily cuddled against him? How many times did he carry his daughter like this after she had fallen asleep in the middle of playing with her dolls?

"Are you okay?" she asked, snapping him out of his daze. He could feel the featherlight brush of her lips against his chest as she spoke.

He tried to fight the blush rising on his cheeks. He had got to stop daydreaming about her around people. "I should be asking you that." His voice was surprisingly soft and gentle.

Gently (and reluctantly), he placed her on the couch in her office. His eyes softened as he watched tuck her legs close to her chest, curling into a tight ball.

"Thank you. I'm..better now. I'm sorry for troubling you. You don't have to stay with me."

Miguel stopped himself from pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance. If there was anyone in this whole building who knew what it was like to have the painful flashbacks, the nightmares, the dark memories... He sighed, running his fingers through his wavy brown hair.

He knew what it was like to sleep in a bed that was too large and too empty. In a house that once held so much life and joy. He knew what it was like to be alone.

Gingerly, he sat on the couch next to her. Her head was so close to his thigh. He resisted the urge to put her head in his lap. "Go to sleep, mi corazón. I'll be here to watch over you."

Her eyelids were heavy. Crying her eyes out in front of her crush was more exhausting than battling the Vulture. "Please, Miguel, you don't have to."

"No, I don't." Miguel agreed, his voice firm and steady. "I want to. Now go to sleep. I'll be here when you wake."

Too tired to protest any future, she nodded sleepily. As she drifted off into unconsciousness, she felt a familiar large palm resting on her head, comforting her even in her dreams.

Part 1 Here

To Be Continued!

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spider999sposts · 10 months

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could you write a freaky virgin reader and miguel o’hara smut? like he would expect she’s all quiet and shy, but she’s been waiting for it for a long time and finally gets to show off her moves ;))

Surprise—Miguel O'Hara

🕸genre: smut. 18+ only.

🕸tags: virgin!female!reader × Miguel o'hara

🕸a.n: hope this is good enough anon! I spent sm time writing this while i was struggling from writer's block lol

"Mig, can we please get out of here?"

The tugs on his jacket and the nervous gaze you held made him put his drink down on the counter, protectively wrapping a strong arm around your waist and pulling you into him.

"Why? I thought you were enjoying yourself." A blush crept to your cheeks, Miguel arched his brow. Something is off, he thought. You were not drinking ever since you arrived with him, you were looking at him with an unexplainable look in your eyes, and you clunged to his side—which was the only normal thing about you that night by far.

Your feet shuffled, "I know, I was— I am— but," Your irsis met his, a dazed, unfathomable cloud glazing over them. To Miguel, you were an open book, so he found it a little odd how he couldn't for the life of him figure out what's wrong.

You tip-toed to whisper in his ear, and he leaned down to help you out, his grip around your waist tightened, "I need you."

"What?" He replied softly, straightening up and looking around, wondering if anyone else heard that. "You need me?" He repeated, like the demand sounded unreal to him, and it was.

You've never done it before, with him, at least that's what he thought he knew, so the statement felt new.

"Please?" Your desperate plea and how your eyelashes batted at him was enough to weaken even the strongest of men. The buldge in his pants was tightening, he could feel his cock twitching underneath the fabric. He picked up his discarded whiskey, downing it all in one gulp, before leading you outside by the arm.

The two of you rode the elevator to his penthouse, with Miguel trying his best not to pounce on you right then and there. Being the man who owns the HQ building came with many perks, one of them is that it took exactly five–minutes to get to his bed.

You laid down on the wine coloured duvet, your dress riding up your thigh and the sparkly strap slipping off your shoulder. Miguel kicked off his shoes and got on top, mesmerised by the sight of you underneath him.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss. He didn't comply, and instead sat you up, not daring to pull away. He unzipped your dress, slipping it off of you, all while intertwining your tounges in your mouth. He pulled you onto his thigh, while you undid his shirt, working on the buttons. You tasted like mints and citrus, your soft lips parted only ever so slightly, as you grinded your clothed, swollen heat on his thick thigh, cum oozing through your flimsy underwear and soaking his pants.

Miguel pulled you underneath him once his shirt slipped off, his eyes meeting yours for the second time ever since you told him those three words back at the party.

"I need you? Who says that to a man?" He rasps, his mouth at your ear, sucking the skin underneath it, leaving a big purple bruise for everyone to see. "Do you want to drive me crazy? Do you know how much I've wanted to do this?" He says in between each and every kiss, "How hard it was not ripping your tight-ass suit right off of you, everytime you walk into my office?"

He dives in, sucking on your neck, peppering kisses all over your collarbones. You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Mig, Ah—Wait—" He didn't, his mind clouding with everything he wanted to do now that he could have you. All the pent up frustrations from times where he wanted to take you right then and there finally had an outlet. He was still loittering your neck with nips and hot kisses, sucking and biting to give you the brightest hickeys.

You were moaning, loudly at that, but your taps on his chest made him look up. "Mig, Wait—" When he raised his head, your face was flushed red. "I—I need to tell you something first." You pursed your lips, tangling your hands in his dark curls.

"I'm..This is my first time."

Miguel's dick twitched.

"Your first time?"

"Mhm, and there are...things I wanted to try."

His ruby eyes darkened, and a smirk made its way on his face. "Oh, is that so? Don't you want me to take the lead?" He wanted to, he wanted to so bad. He'd ruin you, have you quivering and blabbering after he'd fucked the words out of your mouth, he'd mold your insides and mark you as his. The fact that he'd never done it with you was one thing, but this was something else entierly.

You rolled your eyes at his mocking tone, as he went back to lap at your exposed nape, pushing the dress down your thighs, leaving in only your underwear. "Mm—Ah, Mig—Not so hard.." His fangs grazed your shoulder blade, and he gently sunk his teeth into the plush skin, leaving two puncture wounds. He licked the wound he caused you, then pressed a kiss to your lips, unbuckling his belt and pushing down his pants and boxers with his free hand.

You looked down at his length, your eyes widening at the sheer girth. He was massive, and really, really hard. You were going to have a rough fitting all of him inside of you.

Miguel grinned, his talons tugging at the flimsy underwear you wore. "¿Como lo que ves?" You felt the cold air hit your heated cunt, coming to realise that Miguel has tore the fabric right off of you.

[Like what you see?]

"M-Miguel—" Your mouth opened, but nothing came out, his fingers collected the juices that had formed between your legs, and he looked at his hands, amused. "All this for me? No wonder you wanted to get out of that party, mi amor." You pouted at how he teased you, grabbing his wrist. His sticky fingers rested on your lips, and you opened your mouth, sucking on the two of them. Miguel shuddered, "Oh, good girl.." He praised, and that was enough to make you flip the tables.

You pushed Miguel onto the bed. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, and he raised his hands at an attempt to go back to your original position, but you quickly grabbed your ripped underwear, wrapping it around his hands.

"What are you doing—" His eyes flashed, the sensation of your mouth on his neck made him jolt. "Untie me, now." He could very well rip that flimsy fabric off of him, you knew that too, but he was too amused. You ignored his request, kissing his hard abdomen, feeling the scars he had on his sides with the tips of your fingers. A deep groan irrupted from him as your mouth came closer and closer to his v-line. You didn't stop.

Your hands wrapped around his cock, your thumb stroking his tip. "Don't—" Your eyes were no longer familiar to him. That innocent and shy glint in your eyes he always saw was no where to be found. Like a siren, he was lured into your trap, and pretty easily too.

Your hand moved, in slow, upward and downward motions. "Fuckkkk.." Miguel grunted, staring at you as you pumped him. Your warm mouth wrapped around his tip, licking the pre-cum that spilled out of him and letting him go with a pop! "Amor, you—" Your pace was faster, you were touching him with one hand, while the other slid down to touch your swollen clit.

Miguel's eyes never left you, he watched you as you touched yourself, as your hands teased your bundle of nerves. "You know, I can help you with that." You squeezed him, and he let out a guttural growl, his eyes flashing for a second. "I have a better idea."

You let go of him, and instead, you move towards his face, your thighs at both sides of his head. Miguel's eyes widen, his nose flares, you could feel the warm air from his breath hitting your wet cunt.

"Oh, I see." His tounge runs along your folds, in a straight strip, collecting all what he can on it. "Turn around. And come a little lower." He demands, and you do as told. You move your cunt a little lower, and your face comes to face his dick. You look back at him, hesitant, and he rolls his eyes.

"You're the one who wanted this." His baritone voice sends vibrations up your legs, "Tú eres quien lo comenzó, nena." You nodded, kissing his tip.

[you're the one who started this, baby.]

Miguel buries his head in you, sucking, licking and lapping at your exposed heat like a man in drought. You open your mouth, and take whatever you could from his length, sucking on it while you wrapped your hand around the part near his base, where you couldn't fit in your mouth. "Estás caliente..¹" His muffled groans, and him squeezing your hips the way he was only encouraged you. You pumped him into your mouth, swirling your tounge around him, his sheer girth and length made you tear up as you hollowed your cheeks just to suck him a little harder. "Meirda...where the fuck did you learn to do that with your mouth, nena?" Miguel thrusted up and you almost choked. He pulled you back by your hips, fully burying himself between your legs. You felt your hole clench around his tounge, "W-Wait, Miguel—Ah—I think I'm gonna—" He tossed you off of him, and back onto the bed. His hands wrapped around your wrists, locking them above your head in a tight grip. You could see that the fabric of your panties was long discarded on the other side of the room, only some torn bits of it anyway. Miguel's cock was buried between your folds, teasing at your entrance. "Eres tan descarada.²" He whispered, your cum glossing his plump lips.

[¹you're warm]/[²you're a minx]

His tip was at your hole, and you could feel him pushing in. The stretch made your eyes roll to the back of your head, your mouth in an 'O' and your back arching high up till your chest collided with Miguel's. "M-miguel, I can't—I won't be able to take it—"

"Where is your confidence now, hm?" He teased, pushing in further. You squeezed around him, dragging a grunt out of him. Your legs felt like they would split open at any minute, and there was this twing of pain for a moment. Miguel let your hands go, and let you grab onto his shoulders, as you shut your eyes close, a tear at the corner of your eye.

"That's it, amor, it's okay." He whispered, his thumb swiping across your cheek to flick the tears away. He was much more gentle now, holding you still by the hips, "I'll move when you tell me to." You took a moment to adjust to his size, the sheer girth of him was too much to handle. "How does it feel?" He mumbled, leaning down to kiss you, his hand pressing against your abdomen, feeling it to pinpoint exactly where he reached. "Good, really good. You can...You can move." Out of breath, you lay back down, trying to relax. You closed your eyes for a mere second, before they blew open again. Your legs clung around his torso, as he pounded into you.

If anyone had accidently ridden the elevator to the penthouse, they would've heard something along the lines of "Oh—Ah, faster!" or the name "Miguel!" being repeated over and over again like a mantra.

You let him be on top, but as soon as you felt close, you pushed him down beside you, turning your back to him and grinding your hips against his, jumping up and down on him. Miguel sat up just slightly, your back against his hard chest, his hands on your breasts as he squeezed and kneaded them as he pleased. "Such a good girl.." He purred, biting at your neck. You let out a pathetic whine, turning to look at his crimson irsis. Miguel nodded, catching your lips in his in a passionate kiss.

You felt your walls clench around him, and you let yourself reach your high, riding it out. Miguel followed right after you, painting your walls white and keeping himself inside, holding you to his chest. You were trembling, breathless, and fucked right out of your mind, nuzzling your face in the nape of his neck.

"For your first time," He pulled out, gently pulling you into the bed, "You sure know alot of stuff." You blushed, cuddling to his chest. "I just...I saw some things, and I thought I'd want to try them with you."

"Oh, you saw some things? I'll have LYLA show me your search history then."

"Miguel!"

A shit-eating grin appeared on his handsome face, sweat beads falling from his forehead down his cheek. "I want to know what you'll have for me next time, is all."

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parasytte · 2 years

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there were rumors of a witch living deep into the forest behind your town. the rumors would get more popular in october, but you never really gave the rumors much thought. they never had much story or proof behind them, so why would you? .. but after you start feeling like you’re being followed- watched,- and your things start to disappear and you believe you might be hexed, you get desperate for help.

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at first you don’t pay too much attention to the feeling of being watched. you brush it off, telling yourself that you’re just being paranoid- it’s just from time-to-time anyway. it is the beginning of spooky month after all, right? so, you swallow down the feeling, the fear that churns in your guts, the beating of your heart that is slightly fastened, and continue on with your life.

but as the month goes on, the feeling gets worse.

now in the middle of the month it’s every other night, to every single night, and then it eventually reaches the point that you swear you are constantly being watched. you can’t brush it off anymore. you look over your shoulder constantly- hell, if you even have the courage to do that- the fear that you might look and something might actually be there keeping you frozen in place. your heart isn’t even slightly fastened now, it’s thumping out of your chest and you feel like you're going crazy.

you think for a second that you might be being stalked but you’ve never really caught someone (or something) watching you, so you can’t say for sure. maybe you’re just going crazy? you don’t know anymore.

closer to the end of the month you think you’re lucky for a second when the feeling of being watched isn’t so bad (as in not every second of the day like it was before,) but then you notice that your things have been going missing. it’s little things that at first you think you might have possibly misplaced, like a discarded shirt, but once your favorite shirt that you’re sure you placed on your bed goes missing and you can’t find it anywhere you know something is wrong.

but still, you don’t know what to do. needing advice, you decide to explain your situation to your friend.

your friend stares off after you explain your situation to them, as if thinking, before saying, “..maybe you’re hexed?” they say, still not looking at you.

“hexed?” You repeat, “you think I'm hexed?” your friend swallows, now turning their head to look at you, "i mean- it’s just-” they cut themselves off, looking up for a minute to figure out how to explain what they said.

“that’s just what it seems like it could be to me. i mean, you did say you never actually saw anybody watching you or taking your things, right?” they look back down at you after they finish speaking. they were right about that part; you never did actually see anybody watching you or stealing your things …

after you stay silent your friend continues what they were saying, “if i were you, i’d go and see if that witch in the woods could help you.” you give them a judgy look, “the witch in the woods? do you actually believe that’s true?”

“i mean- yeah, maybe- listen, y/n, it doesn’t matter. if that stuff is really happening to you, what else can you really do?” they say, and you’re right back to silence. continuing, “if you’re thinking police, they can’t do much, especially if you have no actual proof of being stalked, if that’s even what it is. so, what can you do?”

days after the conversation, their words still haunt your mind. what can you do. what can you do? nobody can help you, but you can’t keep living like this. if this was how bad it got within just a month, just imagine how awful it would continue to get!

and so, desperate for any sort of help, you decide to take your friend's advice to go and pay the witch a visit on halloween night.

the fallen autumn leaves crunch under your feet as you follow along the (rather overgrown) path that, supposedly, led to the witch's house. a voice in the back of your head is nagging at you, telling you that this is a horrible idea, and you should turn back, but you’re so desperate for this feeling to go away that you continue walking on.

after a few minutes of following the path, you finally end up at what you assume is the witch's house. vines have grown up along the sides of the house, and at first you think it’s abandoned, but then you see some kind of dim lighting through the windows. you continue to follow the path up to the door and then knock, waiting for a response.

after about 10 or so seconds of silence you start to turn around, feeling like a complete idiot for even thinking that someone- no less a witch- lived here, but then you hear a muffled ‘wait!’ and hurried footsteps towards the door. you turn your head back around just in time for the door to be yanked open so quickly it should’ve fallen off the hinges.

now that the door is open, you’re face-to-face with somebody. a male dressed in a black shirt with lacy dark purple details. the ends of his sleeves and the bottoms of his pants flare out, and he has dark brown hair with eyes a dark, deep shade of purple. are his eyes really that color?

“hi!” he says with a smile, his cheeks slightly flushed. he takes in deep breaths, trying to steady out his breathing before saying, “can i help you?”

you both stare at each other in silence for a second before you realize he’s talking to you. “oh- uh .. i was just wondering-” you try to say before he cuts you off, “oh! how rude of me! here, come in!” he grabs your wrist and pulls you inside of the house before you can even blink and quickly shuts the door behind you.

now that you're inside you take a glance around. the only lighting is the light that comes from the flames of various candles that are placed around the room. the only word you can find to describe the inside is that it’s very … witchy. so, either the rumors are true, and this guy really is a witch, or halloween is his favorite holiday.

you turn back to face him. he has a happy smile on his face and he’s holding his hands behind his back as he waits for your response.

“..so, this is a really stupid and weird question, so please don’t laugh at me, but ... are you a witch?” You ask nervously, voice going hushed towards the end of your question. his expression has a mischievous look to it as he tilts his head to the side, “what do you think?” he asks you in a hushed yet mischievous tone.

the silence is back as you both just look at each other and you start to feel a little embarrassed, but then he lets out a giggle. “of course I am!” he says, walking over to the large cauldron that sat in the middle of the room. you follow and hesitantly walk over to the other side of the cauldron.

“don’t be shy, take a seat!” he says as a chair knocks into the back of your knees, causing you to let out a gasp as you fall back into the chair. his hands are placed on the sides of the cauldron as he looks down at your shocked face, that mischievous glint still in his purple eyes. “my name is salem, how can i help you?”

you adjust yourself into the chair, still in shock and thinking holy fuck is this guy actually a witch? as you sputter out, “uhm- I’m really sorry to bother you, but I think I might be hexed?” you say. salem hums, “and what makes you think that?”

you tear your gaze away from the male in front of you, "well i keep getting this feeling like I’m being watched, but there’s never actually anything there, and recently my stuff has started disappearing too .. i don’t know, i might just be paranoid, or have a stalker or something but i just can’t live with that feeling constantly, you know?” you ramble, tapping your leg nervously.

salem tools notice of your nervousness. “awe, there’s no need to be so scared! you’re safe here, y/n.” he coos. you look back at him, “how did you know my name?” he looks a bit taken aback, but goes back to that mischievous look quickly as his smile widens. “witches' intuition.”

“aaanyways, i can whip something up for ya!” salem says, a book rising up in the air by itself, the pages flying by until it stops when he places his finger on a certain page. “a protection spell should do you good! it’ll keep a cutie like you safe from negative energies and attacks!”

you nod your head, looking around the place as salem gathers some of the ingredients he needs to make the spell, humming a tune as he does so. he grabs various things from the shelf behind him- rose petals, lavender, crystals, a swans feather, honeysuckles .. and a few other things you can’t see. the ingredients seem innocent enough, right?

salem talks to you as he works on making the spell in the cauldron. you both learn a bit about each other, and you can feel yourself relaxing for the first time in about a month. he finishes adding in the honeysuckle nectar and puts his attention back onto you.

“alright y/n, one last ingredient!” salem says happily, “i’m gonna need something from you.”

“what do you need?” you ask, looking at the brunette confused. “some of your blood!”

your face drops, along with your heart for a second. "huh?” you say, “why- what would you need my blood for?”

“well, technically, i need both of our blood to mix together.’" salem explains. “it kinda mixes a bit of our energy together- so if there is some negative energy or something like that coming after you it’ll be warded off once it senses that you’re being protected by such a powerful witch like myself.”

you think for a moment. this was risky. very, very risky. giving some of your blood up to a stranger you literally just met not too long ago wasn’t your smartest idea, but there was no way you could go back to feeling that awful paranoia.

“...okay.” you say. salem's smile widens as he holds his hand out to the side of the cauldron you’re on. “‘it’ll be over before you know it!” he says as he picks up a knife in his other hand that isn’t held out towards you and then takes hold of your hand. he turns your hand over and slides the knife over your palm, your blood following after it. he lets go of your hand and you keep it in the same place as he then takes the knife across his palm in the same way he cut yours.

he drops the knife as he holds your bloody hand with his firmly over the cauldron, and you both watch as your blood mixes together and drips down into the cauldron. the spell inside of it glows, and salem laughs in delight. “it worked!” he grabs your other hand, now holding both of them as he looks at you. “do you know what this means, y/n?”

“..it means i’m safe now, right?” you say. “no- well, yeah, kinda- but it also means you're finally mine!” he exclaims happily. your heartbeat speeds up a bit at his words. “...what do you mean?” you ask.

“i mean that we’re soulmates now!’ salem says, “we’re bound together, forever!”

you shake your head, “no- no i thought- you said you were doing a protection spell for me!” you stammered. you try to pull your hands away from his, but he just grips onto your hands harder. “no, baby,” he coos, “that was a soul-binding spell.”

panic sets in, and the feeling only increases as he continues to talk, “you know that feeling you got? that was me! i was watching over you! you know, as a good boyfriend does!”

“but I don’t understand,” you say desperately, “why me? we’ve never even talked- or even seen each other before!” salem just giggles, pressing himself closer to you. “we can talk all about our love story later, y/n! right now, let me show you our bedroom! i’ve got it alllll fixed up for you!”

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hmm got a wee bit rushed at the end becuz my plan was to have this out on the 5th ... lowkey kinda angry at myself because i had like .. 3 other halloween post ideas but i forgot that it takes me so long to finish stuff up so those aren't getting done ,, yall will see em next year i guess LMAO ,,,,, i enjoyed writing this tho !! lemme know if yall like salem or not (u might see more of him and he might get more fleshed out if u butter me up enough)

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thornsnvultures · 8 months

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eddie munson x plus size!reader

happy halloween 1st! 🕸🖤

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"Howdy, neighbor."

The bag of tiny plastic spiders you're precariously holding in your mouth falls to the floor when you gasp in surprise.

"Oh shit, I'm sorry!"

Eddie Munson falls to his knees in front of you, an image that shocks you even further than being snuck up on, to pick up them and put them back in the bag. Your hands are full of sticky tape or you'd help him.

"I-It's okay, Eddie. You don't have to-"

"No, it's my bad," he looks up at you with those dark brown eyes, smiling wide. "Besides, I wouldn't want you to step on one," he nods at your sock covered feet, "These little guys are sharp."

"Thank you," you smile back, feeling heat rush to your cheeks.

"Your door looks rad," Eddie says as he stands back up, your brain going fuzzy from how close he's standing now. "Do you need help with the rest of these?" His voice is low and it feels like a hand running up your spine. How long has it been since you last got laid? It's concerning how affected you are just from him standing close and talking to you. How effortlessly he drives you crazy just by being him.

"Oh, you don't have to," you rush out, shaking your hands, scotch tape fluttering on the ends of your fingers. "You've already helped enough."

"I don't mind. Just tell me where you want me." Eddie's eyes are lidded and roaming your face, and your stomach clenches at the thought that maybe he's just as affected as you are. He seems to realize what he's just said, his cheeks flushing, rapidly blinking himself back to Earth. "I mean, tell me where you want me to put these." Eddie holds up the bag of spiders, shaking them at your spiderweb covered door.

You bite your lip with a smile, holding back your laugh. "Sure, yeah. Thank you, Eddie. And maybe when we're done you can come inside and I'll make you something to eat?"

"Sounds great, sweetheart," his eyes drop to your lips and he licks his own. "Let's get started then, I'm starving."

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angelic-dew · 1 year

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yandere slenderman headcanons !

✧༉‧₊˚୨ 📎 ୧・author's note; AFTER A YEAR I DO THIS- I like to do my headcanons separately, so when Jeff is done, I'll link it here. I was going through 'a mood' while writing this so heh

✧༉‧₊˚୨🖤୧・pairing; Yandere! Slenderman x G/N Reader ( you/your pronouns.)

✧༉‧₊˚୨ 📎 ୧・trigger warnings; grammar mistakes, yandere, stalking, murder, messed up topics, kidnapping, toxic relationships, talk of the supernatural, isolation and many other dark themes, dni if you are sensitive towards these such themes.

⚝Just a reminder I don't tolerate nor do I encourage the following topics in reality; I like keeping it strictly to fiction.

🪐. It wasn't a normal or for that matter, a usual occurrence for Slender to fall ever so deeply for one. Especially if that someone is a mere human or even a proxy working under him. Yet, he wasn't the being to feel these such strong emotions that controlled him like if he were a puppet under command from its faithful puppeteer; that's what he initially thought.

🕸. He was so puzzled by these feelings. For hundreds of decades, he has been around for, lurking and haunting through the deep, thick and densely forested woods he inhabits, that feeling was.. foreign to him. Even in his past life, he didn't even experience such overbearing passion for another. This was indeed and life-changing news for his newfound obsession new.

🪐. But what was this feeling? The towering being didn't understand himself. Through all the knowledge and wisdom he has gathered through the innumerable years he has been alive for, it didn't quite add up to what he felt. Was it lust? did he possibly fall in love..? No, that surely couldn't be! After all, was he capable of feeling that? He is a cold-blooded demonic figure who has little to no remorse for his unfortunate victims; this couldn't be. Was he being bewitched? No, that couldn't be.

🕸. Oh but how it was true! He was at a point of pure denial. From his first meeting with you, he couldn't function like his usual self; or should I say he wasn't able to focus on anything else but you. The thought of you ran through his sick mind wildly, capturing his attention every time it did. He even started second-guessing himself at certain points. "Did they have their hair styled that way?" "That look on their face, was it one of shock?", thoughts such as that.

🪐. It was an overbearing feeling that now began to consume his entire mind, which believe me is strong, into an obsessive delusional mess clustered up. The figure felt as if he needed you. Urgently, desperately.. you were his one and only desire to simply gaze upon once more.

🕸. He began to stalk you or if he was busy, he would request for Hoodie or Masky to get the job done, Toby can't be trusted for this specific task. He watched you carefully when he was allowed the chance, peering at you through your window from your room, as the gentle moonlight crept through your room, so was his cold gaze.

🪐. When outdoors he'd watch from the shadows, observing your actions. Gaining various ideas about your schedule and of course likes, interests, etc. Things went so smoothly for him, retrieving information from your day-to-day life. At times he would permit and ask of Hoodie to take something of your possession something meager though. A pen on your desk.. a clothing item.. simple accessories.. Nothing much until things got stranger. Locks of your hair would go missing, a whole pillow vanished.. your perfume/cologne it left completely.

🕸. You felt as if you were going crazy and you started to think of yourself being extra forgetful or well, clumsy. When that definitely wasn't the case. They days went by and more things left your room, something was definitely off now. You became paranoid of your surroundings, looking around,keeping tabs on what is around you at all times. 'Were you going insane?'

🪐. This made Slenderman's job harder of course until he came up with an idea. Why doesn't he keep you away all for himself, surely it is a bit selfish! But it's better to have you safe from outsiders such as your pathetic excuse for a family, in his words. While he was preparing for you to be with him, forever. Odd and heartwrenching events transpired, loved ones you were close with began disappearing. Not one trace was left of them. You were alone. But that would be your new normal.

🕸. So one faithful night, you were struggling to sleep until you eventually gave in. The figure crept into his room. His heart beat a million miles an hour within his chest, that's if he had a heart. Remember what he was going to do? Take you away from your home. Isolate you.

🪐. That's what happened exactly, he took you away to a smaller, abandoned mansion located in his same forest. Placing your unconscious body on the cushiony bed in the room he prepared for you, he left to take care of matters. Not before securely locking the entrances to the house, he can't take chances at this point. You were finally in his grasp!

🕸. When you eventually woke up, the sight before you was one you didn't expect in all of your years. This room was out of the ordinary.. foreign.. then what else was surprising? All your 'missing' items were laid out before you in a room that was decorated with what you like? How did this even happen? Your eyes gazed upon the walls which were painted in your favorite colour.

🪐. Well, what timing was this? within a few minutes, a certain slender figure opened the door to your room. Pleased with the sight bestowed before him, his dearly beloved awake and looking at him with fearful eyes? no! you love him, you're just confused. Well yes, you will indeed live in that same 'confusion' for the rest of your days spent being his one and only darling.

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Well I listened mommy and edged four times, then came four times. And holy shit my legs are still shaking after half an hour, my sheets are soaked and I bit my lip so hard trying to keep quiet it bled a little (and left another pretty bruise on the back of my hand that I can stare at to remind myself of what a slut I am). Would've been better if I could have bit into you though, left some pretty marks on you instead.

I used my fingers on my clit for the first two, almost being gentle with myself until I just needed more. So I got my little new vibrator out and used that for the last two since its easier to stop myself with that and I just wanted to be good. I couldn't help the tears streaming down my face at how badly I wanted to cum but I just kept telling myself to be a good girl for you. It was so hard mommy but it's what I deserve for being so naughty.

My first orgasm came so fast it was almost embrassing, but i was just so pent up. And then the second one followed shortly after when I got my new little 5' toy out. Wish it was your strap instead, it would feel so much better. Having you fuck me until I was a babbling mess for you. But after that I was so sensitive, whining and begging even though no one was there. The third one made me cum so hard I had to take a breather and when I saw my dumb fucked out expression in the mirror I just knew you'd love it. I just keep telling myself "one more for mommy" while I finally came for the fourth time.

I'm so sensitive now it's crazy. Tired aswell so if this makes no sense oops.

Thank you for telling me what to do mommy and I'm sorry for being bad. I'll try so hard to be good ( for as long as possible that is ;) )🖤

-🕸

Oh my, my, my little webby darling!

Consider Mommy thoroughly impressed with your accomplishments, hm? I think you deserve a reward for being such a good little thing and following through for me, sweet thing 😘

Legs shaking, sheets soaked, and marks left behind on yourself to remind you what a pathetic slut you are for Mommy, hm? That's the whole package, love 😏 After all, can you really say you were edged and then fucked until your vision gave out if your sheets don't need to be changed after? 😘 Yes, I do wish you left your pretty marks on me instead. A reminder of how good you felt; how desperate you felt when you were being edged, and how overstimulated you felt when you were having orgasm after orgasm for being Mommy's good whore, hm?

Aw darling, you're such a good girl, knowing your body that you had to start slow 😘 And my, tears after being edged four times, hm? I bet you looked reaaaal pretty with those pretty tears running down your face, making your eyes glisten, hm? What a fucked-out mess you must have looked for Mommy before even being fucked 😘 You were such a good girl for listening to Mommy so well, and telling yourself that you had to follow through since it was your punishment. My, my.

If you had had that first orgasm and I'd witnessed it, I'd have humiliated you relentlessly for being such a slut for me. You just couldn't wait any longer, could you? You just had to cum like a good fucktoy? How embarrassing, sweet, you didn't even last a few minutes since your last edge.

Oh darling, and you fucked yourself real good with your 5' toy, hm? Mommy wishes she could have filled you up, stretched you out, with her strap. I'm a little bigger, but I'm sure you'll let me make it fit, hm? Already sensitive after the second orgasm? I just know I'd have chuckled at you, telling you, "We're only halfway there, princess, you'd best buck up 💋."

Oh, my pretty doll, what I would have given to see your dumb, fucked-out face in the mirror, hm? And hear your pathetic little whines and whimpers that you're so sensitive? Mommy's sadistic side would have come out to play, princess 😈

You're such a good girl, doll. "One last one for Mommy, I know you can do it" is exactly what I would have said had I been coaching you through, hm?

Oh doll, you did such a good job for Mommy. You deserve all the praise in the world after your performance, even though it was your punishment 😘 Wish I could have been there to give you some aftercare, love! I hope you took care of yourself after that! 🤗

Good girl, apologizing for your bad behavior. Be sure to keep this in mind the next time you want to mouth off, or touch yourself without permission, hm? I know you're a clever doll 😘

Thank you, love, for sharing and listening so well to Mommy 🥰💋

🕸

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fool-who-dreams · 2 years

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shooting star

summary:

After Peter got blipped away you started talking to the stars everyday, hoping he'd hear you. Until one day...

Warnings: Infinity War and Endgame spoilers. This is quite sad, but not entirely. Mentions of death.

Everything around you had started vanishing little by little: rocks, trees...people. It felt like a Russian roulette, the tension was eating you alive. All of your anxiety faded, replaced by grieve, panic, anger, desolation and disappointment, the moment you heard Peter's shaky voice.

"Mr Stark, I don't feel so good." Was the first thing you managed to hear as your internal conflict started to tear your heart apart.

One side of you wanted to deny that it was happening. You couldn't be losing Peter, the person you secretly were so sure you'd end up with but you were too scared to admit.

On the other hand, though, you couldn't risk to lose him without telling him what had been going on in your head for the past year. You couldn't let him go if he didn't know how his smile made you go dizzy; how his touch made your heart pound against your chest; how you were sorry that you had failed him.

"I don't wanna go." He said before falling onto your shoulder as you held him tightly, not willing to let go for the world.

Tears started blurring your vision but you quickly blinked them away, not wanting to miss a single glance of the boy that could've been your last.

"Pete, it's okay." You cried, trying to keep steady your shaky voice. You had to be strong for him, or at least pretend to be, just for a couple more seconds. It was all going so fast. Too fast.

His body was turning into dust and you knew you couldn't hold onto him for much longer before your knees would give you up and collapse onto the ground.

"I can't go. I never got to tell you that I'm in love with you, I don't wanna-"

Your eyes started dripping uncontrollably as you started calling his name, aware that it would be useless. Within seconds you had collapsed onto the ground, feeling as if nothing would make sense anymore now that you had lost not only the battle that could've saved billions of people, but the love of your life with it.

He was gone. Forever. And so was half of the global population. Worst part is, he never got to hear the words you should have said a long time ago. But your heart ached the most at the thought of how all of this could've been avoided: if you had done more he would still be here, families would still be united, Thanos wouldn't be a threat for any other planet in the universe.

You soon found yourself in Tony's cold suited arms, both crying and sobbing until sounds started to fade and everything became blurry. You thought that maybe your time had arrived, too. And maybe it's crazy, but you couldn't wish for anything else but for you to be next to Peter again. And if, in order to do that you had to be snapped away from the planet, you were ready for it.

Much to your dismise, you had just passed out due to your wounds, blood loss, dehydration, massive physical efforts, brain shock due to trauma.

— one month later —

"Hey kid, what's up?" Tony asked as he stepped into the kitchen.

"Same as always." You confessed, poking your food with a fork and swinging it around in your plate.

He took a seat across from you as he set his beer in front of him. "You have to eat. At least you've gotta try. It's been a month and this isn't healthy. Can you do that for me? For him? Please." He begged softly.

You slowly nodded as teardrops started marking your cheeks.

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"Hey, it's me again. I hope I don't bother." You announced as you laid on your back on the grass. Every night you sneaked out Tony's house to sit down on the grass and relax. Every night your speech started and ended with the same words.

Since the whole thing happened, you had decided to come down here at night so that you could talk with Peter. He always was your star, now more than ever and you needed to tell him now because you never brought yourself to tell him when it actually mattered.

"I hope you're doing good. No, I hope you're doing amazing because I'm doing awful. So, you know, we kinda need to balance it." You joked, trying to lighten your own mood. "At least I properly ate something today for the first time in a while."

"I miss you, Peter. I really do. And I kinda hate myself for that. I know that if you were here you'd tell me it's not my fault, you'd probably thank me for even just trying but we both know it is my fault and you're just too kind to admit it. God, I miss you like crazy." You tried to hold back your sobs.

"I'm so sorry that I failed you, I know you counted on me. I'm so sorry that I let that monster just blip my powers away, together with you. You don't even imagine how hard it is to eat, sleep, leave the room without feeling guilty for everything. I know I'm probably not going to sleep tonight as always, but you're probably busy playing chess with Strange or something."

You sighed, trying to smile weakly. "I should've just told you this a long time ago, but I love you."

And in that moment a shooting star crossed the sky making you smile through the tears that had started drowning your sight not even a ten words into your speech. Right after you pronounced the last words of your monologue, 'I love you', every night a shooting star would run across the sky right over your head, making you smile nostalgically and think that this might not've been a monologue after all.

You wanted to be okay. You wanted him to be okay. You needed Peter to be back, to be with you. You wished to open your eyes and being told that it was all a dream by the love of your life laying next to you.

Yet, deep down you knew it could never happen and it felt as if it was all your fault.

— one year later —

"Y/n" Pepper shook you gently. "Y/n, it's time for school."

You opened your eyes, trying to adjust to the light coming through the curtains. It was the first day of your new school and you didn't want to be late. You reluctantly got up and got changed.

You had asked Tony to move you to a new and closer school. You didn't feel comfortable with going back to Midtown when you knew that the only good thing that school offered wouldn't have been there. He wasn't going to be there.

You rushed downstairs, ate breakfast and said goodbye to everyone before leaving.

"You alright?" Someone asked as you zoned back into reality. Looking around you noticed you were in the chemistry lab and you couldn't even recall how you got there. It was hard to focus when chemistry was the last thing on your mind.

"Yeah." You mumbled as your eyes met a blonde boy's.

"I'm Josh. You're new here?"

"y/n" you introduced yourself. "And yeah, I'm from Queens. I've moved recently." You offer him a polite smile before

"Well, welcome then. You don't know many people I take it. I mean, you're new and all. You want to sit with us at lunch?"

"That's really kind, I'd like that." You reply, feeling hopeful that not all the good people were blipped away.

Lunch went by pretty greatly to be honest. You got to know Josh a little, as well as his friends: Mia, Logan, Harry and Sally.

Once you headed back home, Tony was ready to greet you with some homemade snacks.

"Hey kid! How was school?"

"It was alright, I even made some friends." You smiled softly.

"Friends?" He looked at you, surprised by the statement. "That's nice."

"Yeah" You breathed out. "Yeah, it is."

"I'm proud of you." He affirmed, kissing the top of your head before walking towards his lab. "Now go do your homework."

"Yes, boss." You mocked, laughing lightly.

Buzz! Buzz!

Group Chat

Cool Kids 🕶

Josh - Wanna hang out tonight?

Harry - Yeaahh

Sally - Obv. We can catch a movie?

Mia - I'll let u know by tonight :)

Logan - Movie sounds great!

You were about to text them back, saying that you'd be happy to join when a reminder popped up on your screen.

'Blip.' - Today, all day -

It had been a year already?

You pushed up the notification before deleting the text and writing a new one.

You - Sorry guys, can't today.

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"Hey, it's me again. I hope I don't bother." You said as you sat down at your usual spot.

"Today has been quite hard. I know I said I was getting better but I think today brought me back a bit. It's been my first day back to school. No, not Midtown, a new one. Anyways, I've made some new friends and they asked me to hang out tonight but I told them I couldn't. I mean, I have other plans." You look up.

"I know you would never want me to cancel my plans to mourn you but here I am. I mean, everything is going so fast. It seems like yesterday that I waited at your locker while talking to MJ and Ned about everything and anything." You sighed, taking a deep breath in.

"You know, it's been a year and I still can't even think of moving on. It sucks." You bit your tongue to prevent yourself from crying and decided to change the topic.

"Today I found a four leaf clover, you know? While I wad going to school. That made me smile. I guess those things work because you know I've never been the type to make friends so easily."

"It's kinda late now, I've got school tomorrow. Goodnight Pete. Say hi to Ned and MJ too, tell them I miss them like crazy. I love you."

Punctual as always, the comet shot through the sky.

— three years later —

"Hey, y/n! Wait!" You heard Josh call from beside you as you were about to leave the school.

"Oh, hey Josh." You smiled. "Can I do something for you?"

"Yeah, actually." He asked confidently. "You see, I kinda like you and I wanted to ask you out. Maybe tonight?"

You were taken aback by the words of you best friend of three years. You didn't know how to feel about this, a piece of your heart would only belong to Peter but maybe it was time to move on.

You accepted, smiling widely to mask your doubts and headed back home.

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"Hey, it's me again. I hope I don't bother." You smiled, sitting on the grass. "Sorry, I know it's late, I just got home from...alright, I went on a date. It's weird to be talking about this with you of all people but do you remember Josh? Well, he asked me out at school today and we met up tonight. He was really sweet and kind and- we almost kissed. Don't worry, Tony has your back, he ruined the moment." You giggled.

"Truth is, I know you'd want me to move on but I don't know how to feel about him. It's been three years. Three years. Maybe it's time for me to...you know. Even though I don't want to, it's probably not too healthy to keep pushing everyone away." You sighed.

"Anyways, it's pretty late. I'm meeting Josh again in a couple of days, I'll try to figure it out as we go I guess." You concluded, getting up on your feet.

"Goodnight Pete." You looked at the sky for a couple more seconds, waiting for the comet that didn't seem like it would come.

"Hey! No goodnight tonight? What are you, jealous?" You chuckled lightly. "You know I'll always love you, right?"

In that moment the comet shot across the sky as every other night. You frowned at the sight but quickly shook your head at the though that the shooting star could really be Peter's deed.

"Miss you too."

"C'mon babygirl, how about we put your toys back in place and we go to bed?" You suggested, but it was really more of a demand.

"But I'm not tired!" Morgan whined playfully. "How about we play some more?" She asked, giving you the puppy eyes that always got her anything she wanted from Tony.

"You'll be the death of me." You laugh playfully before agreeing on five more minutes of playing.

"I want to say goodnight to dad." Morgan smiled, fiddling with the toy in her hand.

"Alright but let's make it quick, you shouldn't even be up by now." You chuckled, leading the girl to the door. Once you head down the stairs, Morgan sits on the last step to observe her father. You stand up next to her, still holding her hand.

You gently nudged her to go on and say goodnight to him so that you could put her to bed and get some sleep yourself.

"Shit!" Tony mumbled suddenly.

"Shi-" Morgan tried to repeat but was cut off by your hand on her mouth. You gave Tony an apologetic look as you shot the girl a serious glare.

The man turned around, locking eyes with the girl before softly smiling at you.

"What are you doing up, little mess?" Tony asked his daughter. You took your hand off Morgan's lips so that she could reply.

"Shit." She giggled again, making you pinch the bridge of your nose with your thumb and index finger, shaking your head lightly.

"No, we don't say that. Only Mommy says that word. She coined it, it belongs to her." Tony explained in all seriousness, making you chuckle at his words.

"Why you up?" Morgan asks.

"'Cause I got some important shit going on here."

"Tony!" You hissed, shooting a disbelieving glare at the irreverence of the man.

"No, I got something on my mind." He shot his hands up in defeat as he looked at you, then back at the girl. "I got something on my mind."

"Was it Juice Pops?" Morgan asked.

"Sure was. That's extortion. Great minds think alike. Juice Pops, exactly was on my mind." He commented, looking back for a brief moment at the hologram that was behind him.

The man got up, taking the girl in his arms and lifting her up to take her to the kitchen. You looked at the scene as your heart filled with joy and pain at the same time. Even though you had lost everything and everyone in the blip: your parents, your friends, the boy you loved.

The only thing you could be grateful for was your newfound family: the Starks. Tony and Pepper had taken you with them ever since the blip happened. You had been with Morgan ever since she was born, you were like siblings and the adults were like parents.

No one could ever replace your actual family but the Starks were the closest thing to that. You were happy you had a new family and a new group of friends, even though no one could possibly replace the original ones.

The only person you weren't quite able to move on from was him. Mainly, because you didn't want to.

"Tell me a story." Morgan demanded after she had finished her juice pop and was laying comfortably in her bed. Tony was kneeling beside her bed, their heads at the same height while you were standing up straight, a few feet back.

"A story." The man pretended to think. "Once upon a time Morgan went to bed. The end." He spoke quickly, making you chuckle.

"That's a horrible story." Morgan stated, joining you in the giggle.

"Come on, that's your favorite story!" He joked. "I love you tons." He said before getting up and kissing the girl on the forehead.

"I love you 3000." Morgan replied as a smile painted on all three of your faces. You felt your heart melt at the innocence of the girl and you could only imagine the kind of joy that ran through the man's veins.

"Wow." He whispers, turning off the lamp.. "3000. That's crazy." He adds softly before opening the door and stepping outside of it. "Go to bed. Or I'll sell all your toys. Night, night." He joked in spite of his straight face. You chuckled, watching Tony as he left.

You gave the girl a kiss on the forehead too after having moved some chunk of hair.

"Goodnight babygirl."

"Wait." She called. "Dad hasn't told me a story. Can you?" She asked.

"Of course." You smiled, taking a seat on the girl's favorite chair which was definitely too small for you. "Which one do you want?"

"I wanna hear about Spiderman!" She clapped her hands together excitedly.

"Spiderman? How do you know about him?" You asked surprised. You would be lying if you said that you didn't feel your heart sinking at the only mention of that name.

"Dad always tells me stories about him." The girl smiled. "He says it keeps him alive."

At those words your heart sunk even deeper, making your eyes start to water at the memory of his last words to you, right before he left. That day was the anniversary of the blip, it was five years since you last had seen Peter. Or everyone else in your life. Or in the world.

"Is it true that you have powers?" She asked.

"Yes, Spiderman and I were good friends." You confess, trying to fight back the tears.

"Can you tell me about that?"

"Of course babygirl." You nod weakly. You knew that talking about him would've broke you but Tony was right. "It keeps him alive."

The moment the girl had drifted to sleep, you looked at her for a few seconds, smiling. You then left the room, allowing yourself to run to the roof before giving in to your breakdown.

"Hey, it's me again. I hope I don't bother. I miss you. So much. And I hate that. You know why? Because you're the best thing that had ever happened to me and now-now you're the worst. In a sense. God, I hate this." You mumbled before wiping your tears and taking a deep breath.

"Five years. That's a long time. Is it weird that it still hurts so much? I literally dumped Josh for you and you're not even here anymore. I feel awful." You stopped, taking in a deep breath to prevent your voice from cracking and your tears from falling anymore.

"You know, I wish you met Morgan. She's just like Tony, you'd love her. Plus, she's a fan of Spiderman." You smiled at the image of your Peter playing with your Morgan.

"You know, today someone came to visit. Yeah, Cap, Nat and a few others. They wanted to talk to Tony God knows what about, but it must've been important. I mean, it's Captain America reaching out to Tony Stark we're talking about." You chuckled through the tears before letting melancholy take over again. "I'm sure they miss you, too. But I miss you more."

Your eyes were glued to the sky as the tears blurred out the already unclear image of the moon. "Goodnight Pete. I love you." You took a shaky breath before spotting the comet that shot across the sky every night.

"Wow kid, that was deep." A voice called from behind you. You quickly turn around a little embarrassed and wipe off a few tears with the back of your hand.

"How much did you hear?" You ask, sitting up straight.

"Enough." Tony replied, taking a seat next to you. For five years he had been blaming himself for it all. He should've never put Peter such danger. He was just a kid, and now...he's gone.

But how often do you get the chance to make up for your mistakes? Well, this was his.

"You were really close, huh?" He asks as he pats his shoulder for you to lean your head on.

"Yeah, he- he kinda told me he had feelings for me before..." You couldn't bring yourself to finish the sentence without breaking down in tears again, so you voted against it.

"He did?" Tony asked surprised by the revelation. "God, it only took him a purple space monster who canceled half of the global population to ask you out." He commented sarcastically, making you chuckle lightly.

"You know I love you as if you were my own daughter, right?" He asked, causing you to nod softly. "I love you tons."

"I love you too. 3000." You replied mocking Morgan's words as a soft chuckle left the man's lips.

A comfortable silence fell on the two of you as you admired the horizon. The darkness of the night held you as a comfort blanket, and you felt safe as the man's arm wrapped around your shoulders.

You loved the night, for it was the only moment you could feel Peter speaking back to you.

"I think-" He cleared his throat. "I think we can bring him back. We can bring them all back."

— one month later —

You were sleeping in your bed at the Avengers facility in Peter's arms as a knock on the door woke you up.

"Yeah?" You mumbled while sitting up, still pretty much asleep. Peter opened his eyes and replicated your motion, focusing his gaze on the half-opened door.

"I can't sleep." Morgan admitted while fidgeting with her hands. "And mom comes back tomorrow from her work trip."

"Do you want to sleep with here?" You asked, already knowing the answer. The girl nodded, mumbling a "yes please".

You pecked Peter on the cheek before getting up to pick the girl in your arms. "Alright, you sleep here with Peter." You kissed her on the cheek too before setting her down on the bed.

"No, you can stay." Peter offered.

"Why can't you both stay?" She asked.

"The bed is small, it'll be uncomfortable." You explain with a tired smile.

"Please, stay." She asked, giving you both the puppy eyes. You look over at Peter who nods, meaning that he was okay with it.

"Alright babygirl, we'll stay." You smile genuinely before crawling back in bed next to the mosh important people in your life.

'This is perfect.' You thought.

"Can you tell me a story?" She asked shyly.

"Sure," Peter spoke while wrapping his arm around the both of you. "Which one do you want to hear?"

"Mom always tells me about Ironman." She confessed. "She says it keeps him alive." Your hear broke at the girl's words, both for their meaning and the memories tied to them.

"Alright then, Ironman it is." Peter smiled sadly, starting to tell the story of one of the superhero's adventures. Morgan put her head on the boy's chest as she leaned into every word he said.

After the story was over, though, your eyes refused to close. You missed him. Tons.

Stories about him would help Morgan and Pepper keep him alive, so you decided to feel him there your own way.

You got up quietly, trying not to wake up either one of the two, and you tiptoed all the way to the roof. You sat down and looked at the stars, allowing your tears to finally flow freely.

"Hi, it's me again. I hope I don't bother." You begun.

"You should really change your opening line, I don't feel special if you use the same one for everyone." Peter's voice made you turn around quickly. "Plus, you never bothered me in five years, I don't think he'll mind." He continued while walking and then sitting next to you.

"You- you heard me?"

"Of course I did. Every night." He smiled while locking gazes with you.

"So the shooting star-" You furrowed your brows. "Was that you?"

"Oh yeah, remind me to thank Strange for that." He chuckled lightly before stretching his arm across your shoulders, holding you tight and closer to him. A comfortable silence fell on the two of you.

"Do you want me to go while you two catch up?" Peter asked while drawing small circles on the exposed skin of your arms.

"I'd like you to stay. Besides, I bet you have a lot to tell him, too." You smiled. Peter knew how much this moment of the day meant to you, and he couldn't help but feel happy and loved when you revealed that you would like him to be part of it.

As the two of you spoke, the night seemed frozen in place. You took a trip down to memory lane amongst the many stories and hopes. A soft breeze lifted up each time you shed a tear or a laugh, making Peter hold you closer to prevent you from the cold.

It was about 4 am when you and Peter started feeling tired.

"Goodnight Mr. Stark and thank you for everything." Peter said standing up, yet not diverting his gaze from the stars.

As those words left the boy's mouth, the sky lighted up for a moment as the moon suddenly released a sort of aura around it that took over the whole sky.

You felt a warm tear running down your cold cheek, making you smile lightly as you leaned into Peter's arms.

"We miss you too, Tony."

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justsomerandomfanfic · 2 years

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Spidey's Secret - Peter Parker X Female Reader

Title: Spidey's Secret

Peter Parker X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Ned, MJ (Mentioned), and May (Mentioned)

| Part 2 |

WC: 2,544

Warnings: Angst, small fluff, secret feelings, Reader doesn't know Peter is Spiderman, Reader loves Spiderman, and feels

Setting down his tray next to yours, Peter noticed that you were looking at your phone. Leaning over, Peter's eyes widened as he saw that you were watching Spiderman videos on Youtube.

"Watching Spiderman videos?" Peter asked, and you just nodded your head, still not looking up from the screen.

"Why are you watching a Spiderman video?" Peter asked, and you giggled, surprising Peter.

"He's just amazing." You sighed dreamingly, "So heroic..."

Your statement filled him with pride, making him want to show you how much of a hero he was. He wished he could tell you he was Spiderman, but he didn't want to put you in danger.

"Yeah, so I've heard," Peter smiled, "I mean, you're pretty amazing too."

You blushed, and looked down at the table. "Yeah, but not as amazing as him. He goes out of his way to save people and always does the right thing. Plus, he has superpowers!" You laughed, then added, "I mean have you seen him? He's amazing!"

Peter grinned, nodding his head as he agreed with you. "You've said amazing like three times."

However, being a superhero wasn't easy. They had to deal with villains trying to take them down. It also took a lot of training to keep up. Peter scoffed slightly, he didn't need to train, he was already perfect. But, Peter couldn't help but feel jealous... Of himself? The thought made no sense, but he felt it anyway. If only he could be as amazing as his alter ego. Then again, maybe if he could be as amazing as Spiderman, he would get along better with you. Well, maybe then you'll notice him.

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The next couple of days later, Peter almost forgot about your new obsession with Spiderman, until you surprised him at his locker.

"Boo!" You yelled, startling Peter so much that he jolted backwards.

Surprised that he didn't notice you from his Spidey Sense, he turned to you; he could smell your sweet perfume.

"Why would you do that-?" Peter cut himself off once he took account of your outfit.

You were wearing a Spiderman shirt, blue jeans, and red converse. You had your bag slung over your shoulder, and you had a small smile across your lips.

"Cause, it was funny. Anyway, do you like my new shirt? I saved up to get it!" You teased, and Peter smirked, shaking his head.

"It looks great on you."

"Thank you!" You grinned, and before he could say anything else, you spoke up. "Anyway! Guess what?"

"What?"

You looked around for eavesdroppers or other students, but they were all focused on their own conversations. No one was paying attention to you and Peter, which made you happy. Slowly you took a step closer to Peter, and leaned in before whispering, "I think I have an obsession with Spiderman."

"Really?" Peter whispered back, his heart beating faster than normal.

A wave of nerves washed over him, and he wondered if you could hear his heartbeat. "Oh yeah. I've been watching videos all day. I could hardly sleep last night. I got to the point where I wished I got kidnapped so he could save me... Is that weird? Or am I going crazy?" You paused, waiting for your best friend to respond. When there was no response, you continued talking, "I'd let Spiderman save me any day. I think I'm in love." You finished, and you slowly raised your hand to touch your cheek.

Peter froze. His mind raced as he tried to figure out if this was all real or not... If this was a dream. You were in love with Spiderman? Was this really happening? Did he actually have feelings for a girl who liked Spiderman? He felt jealousy bubble in his stomach, like acid or lava. He mentally cursed at himself... He was jealous of Spiderman... Of himself...

Peter felt like he was dreaming. Maybe if he wasn't such a loser and actually talked to girls, then maybe he wouldn't be so lonely. Well, if he could talk to one girl, you, then maybe he would've been dating you already.

You sighed, seeing that Peter was off in his head. Grabbing his shoulders, you gently shook him, bringing him back to reality. "Pete, you know Spiderman. Can you get me his autograph?"

Peter's eyes went wide, and he felt the blood drain from his face. Thinking about it, there was no harm in just giving you a picture of himself as Spiderman with his signature. But, would you realize that his signature was similar to Spiderman? You had the yearbooks to prove it... Maybe he could get May or Ned to sign it...

"Uh, yeah, sure. I can do that." Peter answered, and you hugged him, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"Thanks, Pete. You are like totes the best." You teased, but genuinely happy, before leaving him behind, his face red.

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Finishing the autograph, Peter sighed, leaning back against the back of his chair. Staring at the picture, Peter thought. Maybe he could quickly swing by in his suit and personally give it to you? To see the smile on your face, all for him... Well, Spiderman.

In a flash, he jumped out of his chair, slipping into his costume. After making sure everything was in working order, he grabbed the autograph and swung to your apartment. Landing on your balcony, Peter let out a trembling sigh, before he stood up straight and knocked on your window.

Jumping out of your bed, you furrowed your eyebrows. Was someone knocking on your window? Slowly, you walked over and slid open your curtains. Eyes wide, jaw dropped, you stared at Spiderman before you, who gave you an awkward wave. Quickly shutting the curtain, you looked at your attire, and fixed your hair, before opening the curtain again and opening your window.

"Hello, Spiderman." You called out, and Spiderman nodded his head.

He held up the autographed picture, and you gasped. "Wait... Whaaat?"

Clearing his throat, Spiderman spoke, "Your friend Peter told me that you are my number one fan, so I thought I'd just bring you the autograph myself." Peter blushed, and you giggled, hugging him tightly.

"Thank you!" You cried, and Spiderman smiled shyly under his mask.

"You're welcome," Peter murmured, trying to make his voice deeper.

Pulling back, you awkwardly laughed, rubbing the back of your neck, looking anywhere but at him.

"Well, I just wanted to say that you are super cool." You replied, and Spiderman blushed, before speaking up, "Thank you..."

"I also wanted to say thank you for what you do. You save people from just the goodness of your heart and that's really admirable."

Peter laughed awkwardly, "Oh, uh... No problem. But, you don't have to thank me."

You bit your lip, clutching the autograph to your chest.

"Well, I better get going. It was nice to meet you, Y/N." Spiderman said, and you nodded your head.

"Nice meeting you, Spiderman." You answered, before Spiderman left, leaving you breathless.

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He couldn't stop thinking about you. Every time he thought about you, he thought about Spiderman. He knew he had feelings for you, but he didn't want to scare you away. So, instead of telling you his true identity, he decided to send you some gifts, as Spiderman, from himself. Sketching a drawing of you, Ned nudged Peter, his pen skidding across the paper. Sighing, slightly annoyed, Peter turned to Ned.

"What?" He whispered, and Ned gestured to the sketch of you.

"Just ask her out already."

"I don't know. She really likes Spiderman right now."

"Dude..." Ned huffed, and Peter rolled his eyes.

He knew what Ned was saying. Sighing, Peter began to erase the pencil mark, going back to his sketch as he spoke.

"She loves Spiderman... You should've seen her face when Spiderman gave her the autograph I promised her." Peter chuckled, and Ned frowned, pointing out the obvious.

"That's because she wants to be rescued by Spiderman... She wants to be saved by Spiderman... Save her as Peter. You told me, tell her."

"But, I can't. She'd be in danger. It's too dangerous..." Peter muttered, shrugging his shoulders.

"Look, you love her, right? Then go after her. Just ask her out and be honest." Ned said, and Peter shrugged again.

"I don't know..." He mumbled, before glancing up at Ned. "But I will try..."

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Letting out a sigh, Peter felt his heart beating through his chest. Clutching the bundle of roses in his hand, he raised his hand to knock on your apartment door. It had been a couple of days since he spoke with Ned. Finally, last night, he got up the courage to go to your apartment Saturday, and ask you out on a date. Peter glanced down at the bouquet of flowers, feeling nervous and excited at the same time.

The front door opened, and you popped out, smiling at Peter. "Peter! What a surprise!"

"Hi, Y/N." Peter greeted, and you giggled, stepping aside to let Peter in.

"Wow, these are beautiful!" You exclaimed, and you reached out for the bundle of roses. "Are these for me?"

Peter nodded his head, and you smiled up at him, before pecking him on the cheek.

"Thank you." You whispered, and Peter felt his heart melt.

Clapping his hands together, Peter spoke up, "So, I was wondering if you were free tonight?" The words tumbling out of his mouth.

"Yes, I am." You answered, putting the flowers in a vase.

"Great! I was hoping you'd say that." He let out a sigh, "I was wondering if you would want to join me at my apartment for a movie night?"

"Sure, why not?" You shrugged, and Peter laughed nervously. "Sounds fun. What are we going to watch?"

"Well, I thought we could maybe watch Star Wars, or you could pick something..?" Peter informed you, taking your hand in his.

"Okay." You nodded with a smile as the two of you walked the block to his apartment building.

Entering his apartment, Peter was glad May was gone for the day, giving the two of you some privacy. He knew that if she was there with them, she would tease him the entire time. Sitting on the couch, you turned your body to face him.

"Soooo, I can pick anything right?" You asked, and Peter nodded his head.

"Yeah, you can choose whatever you want." Peter reassured you, and you smirked, looking up at him.

"Anything?" You asked, and Peter nodded his head.

Smiling softly, you grabbed the remote and put on your favorite 80s movie, The Breakfast Club. As the movie started, you cuddled into his side, listening to the opening music. You laid your head on his shoulder, and he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close to him.

Near the middle of the movie, you furrowed your eyebrows, before you spoke, "Pete?"

Looking down at you, Peter questioned, "Y/N? What is it?" He asked, concerned.

"I was thinking about something..." You murmured, biting your lip as you stared at the screen.

"Dangerous..." Peter joked, and you elbowed him in the side.

"I'm serious here, Peter." You spoke quietly, and Peter furrowed his brows.

"What's on your mind?" He asked, and you looked up at him, before turning to face the TV and whispering, "How did Spiderman know my name? When he came to my house?"

Peter blinked, and he sat up straight. "... I told him your name?"

You shook your head, staring intently at Peter now, "You don't sound so sure." You mused, tilting your head, "Did he ever ask for my name since you asked for an autograph for me?"

Peter shook his head, "No, he never asked me that." He breathed, and you looked up at him, a worried expression on your face.

"Are you saying he's stalking me?" You asked, looking up at him.

Peter shook his head, "No, I don't think so." Peter assured you, "It's more likely that he just saw your name on the yearbook." Right at that moment... Peter froze.

"Yearbook? Are you saying he goes to our school, Peter?" You asked, and Peter nodded his head.

"I don't know how he knows your name, but yes, he probably does." Peter said, and you sighed.

"Then... Then how did he know where I lived?" You asked, and Peter shook his head, "I don't know... But, it doesn't matter. I'm just confused..."

You leaned into his side, resting your head against his shoulder. Peter stroked your hair as the two of you watched the rest of the movie. When it ended, Peter turned to look at you once more. You had this distant look in your eyes.

"Are you alright?" He asked, and you turned to look up at him, mouth slightly agape, eyes wide.

"Peter?" You asked, and Peter smiled.

"Yes?" He asked, gluping.

You looked into his eyes, and you whispered, "Are you Spiderman?"

"I... I'm sorry, what?" Peter stuttered, and you looked up, tears forming in your eyes.

You hugged yourself tighter, shaking with emotions.

"Are you Spiderman, Peter Parker?" You whimpered, and Peter swallowed hard.

"Y... Yes..." He murmured, and you sniffled.

"That makes so much sense..." You cried, and Peter took your hand in his. "Why you always go out at night and never text me back... Why you sometimes come to school with a bruise or two..." You sobbed, "I thought you trusted me. Why didn't you tell me?"

Peter gently touched your cheek, and you brought your teary face closer to his.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. But, if you knew it would be too dangerous." Peter mumbled, and you shook your head, wiping the tears off your cheeks.

"Who else knows? May? Ned? MJ?" You whispered, getting angry, and Peter nodded his head.

You scoffed, pulling away from him. "I thought I was your best friend. We told each other everything." You pouted, "Then why did you keep such a big secret from me?"

Peter tried to speak, but he couldn't find the words. He felt his heart pounding inside his chest.

"Peter?" You asked, and he shook his head.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. Please forgive me." Peter begged, and you glared at him.

"Forgive you? For keeping a huge secret from me? And, I don't care if it was dangerous. You didn't seem to care or not when you told May, Ned, and MJ."

"They found out by accident, Y/N. May walked in when I was in my suit. Ned's too smart for his own good, and MJ... Well, she just knew somehow. But... You... I..." Peter stammered, and you glared at him.

"Don't say you're sorry again. I don't want to hear it." You spat, pushing him away, and Peter cringed.

"Y/N, please... I'm sorry." Peter pleaded, and you held up your hand, stopping him.

"Sorry isn't going to cut it..." You whispered, and Peter swallowed hard. "You... Peter Parker... Broke my trust... And my heart." You spoke, before getting up and leaving the apartment altogether.

Peter was left speechless as he watched you leave. He stood there for a few minutes, staring at the closed door, his eyes tearing up.

He messed up.

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cuntstable · 10 months

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jolyyyyneeee for the character thingy :) 🦋💚🕸

Thank you!!!! ^_^ i love the jo and ween..….

First Impression:

Oh thank god finally a woman

Impression now:

Best written jojo protagonist. a perfect culmination of the joestar bloodline and all its struggles both in story and thematically. the perfect protagonist in general for the ideas stone ocean explores. a tragic character whos who i love deeply. but also oh thank god a woman and thank god 2 that shes silly and goofy and also a crazy ass <3

favourite moment:

i mean…… it has to be her sacrifice at the end of stocean right….. single handedly the most soul crushing devastating thing to ever happen in jojos. but also honorable mention to the time she spents in solitary/fighting survivor because aaahh…. thats the pivotal moment of character development to her…… and also second honorable mention to her fighting pucci in the space station and going jumpscare mode on his ass. made me laugh

idea for a story:

im horrible at coming up with stories LOL but i would have ofc liked to see more of the downtime she spent with foof and hermes. and also maybe more from her childhood, like was there a period when she was very very young when her father was present? and what kind of relationship did she have with her mother? the impression i always got was that they were very close so id love to have that side of her explored more… in a canon compliant way LOL

unpopular opinion:

her relationship to anasui is so nothing like at best its just kind of unfunny and at worst it makes me very uncomfortable LOL. also its not interesting at all because its so one sided, like jolyne going ”ok ask to marry me then” during the final fight was so….. huh……….. like i would like to assume it was just her trying to get anasui to fight harder and to have hope but i think its meant to be a genuine moment which i mean. well…..

favourite relationship:

MAN…….. i obviously love the relationship she has with her girlies and honestly the dynamic she had with pucci is also very funny to me (and the way the paraller each other is soooo delicious to meee) but. my favourite relationship of hers has gotta be with jotaro…… like estranged daughter and father relationship where the pain of neglect and abandonment that the daughter feels is actually focused on and not just reduced to ”daddy issues lol” is already interesting and good to see. but ultimately the fact that her getting to recontextualize that abandonment is the driving force behind her character development is what really makes it for me, like getting to know that she WAS always treasured and loved…. of course that doesnt erase the pain and grudge she carried with her but it gives her the will to fight to save her father, so that they might actually for the first time be together :’) and jotaros complex about leaving his daughter to protect her because so many people hes cared about have gotten hurt or died because of stand shit….. but in the process he becomes the thing hurting her….. aaaahhh

favourite headcanon:

gay. in love with women. thats it.

#like i said i love. the joween. and ty for the ask!!!!! AGAIN!!#jojo

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zebbyscoot · 2 years

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Zebby’s Spideypool Playlist Analysis #1

🌹Hi hello hey! Since I got a couple people who showed interest in my playlist analysis series of posts I thought I’d test drive a format!! Today, I’m going to be easing us into this analysis stuff with a fun song that’s pretty easy to explain my thought process on: Livin’ La Vida Loca by Ricky Martin!🌹

🚫🕸~(Fair warning, this is a LONG post)~🕸🚫

(Cover image drawn by my dear dear friend citrus_wall_paint on Instagram <3)

https://open.spotify.com/track/0Ph6L4l8dYUuXFmb71Ajnd?si=Pfjv1x70R_WeXlC_i3jQqA

The vibe

🎉So first off, general vibes! This is a super fun song, I personally always find myself listening to it like 6 times in a row every time I put it on. It also has a super playful, almost flirtatious edge to it, more of the Deadpool and Spider-Man side of the relationship than Wade and Peter, more of a dangerous dance than something more sweet and domestic like a couple of the other songs on this playlist.🎉

POV character (who’s singing?): 🚫Deadpool🚫

🎆So, this might be an unpopular opinion because whenever I bring this song up in reference to Spideypool, everyone thinks I imagine the “her” in the song as Deadpool, since he’s so eccentric and has a tendency to do completely bonkers stuff. But, I’m here to make the case that Spidey actually makes more sense, and that Deadpool is the one who’s “singing”, as it were. This song makes me imagine Dp chasing Spidey across the city, led on this wild goose chase trying to catch him. And Spidey’s loving it. You honestly cannot convince me Peter never enjoyed Deadpool’s obsession with Spider-Man, including the opportunity to tease the poor bastard mercilessly.🎆

♥️One of the themes I really like to play with regarding Spideypool is that it’s just two guys teaching each other how to live again. Wade specifically is usually characterized as this absolute nihilist; he can’t die, so nothing really matters anymore. There’s no thrill to what he’s doing. Nothing new in his life. Just an unkillable mercenary that everybody fuckin hates. This is the song that plays the night Spider-Man gives him a taste of what life really feels like again, and makes him all the more determined to know the man behind the vigilante mask. A new question to answer. A new reason to live.♥️

🏳️‍🌈Wow. That was gay. Anyway!🏳️‍🌈

Lines from the song that remind me of the two sillies (and explanations!)

- “She’s into superstitions / black cats and voodoo dolls.” (this part honestly just reminds me of Felicia, but this whole song is kind of her jam too. It makes me think that she gave Peter the idea to do something stupid with Deadpool. I love her)

- “She’s got a new addiction / for every day and night.” (The “addiction” here I imagine as being “a new weird thing about Spider-Man that Wade has to unravel (hehe) in order to get closer.” Spidey’s full of surprises)

- “She’ll make you live her crazy life, but she’ll take away your pain / like a bullet to your brain.” (First of all haha funny Deadpool guns bullet shooty shooty I think we all made that connection. But this line is actually super sweet. Yeah, trying to get close to Spider-Man probably fucking sucks! He’s a stubborn little asshole who almost exclusively works alone and would love to stay like that, not to mention his ✨trauma✨ of people he’s emotionally close to catching a bad case of gunshot wound or broken spine. So, yeah, spider bestie isn’t an easy thing to obtain. But once you get it? That man will LITERALLY take a bullet for you. Several. There is NOTHING he won’t do for you once he starts really caring about you (as several “I’m gonna stop being Spider-Man cause I have a gf” storylines prove). He IS gonna try to take away that pain. Because Peter Parker is the best human in existence thank you)

- “Upside, inside out / she’s livin la Vida Loca / she’ll push and pull you down / livin la Vida Loca” (this lil bit just kinda reminds me of Spidey in general. The “upside, inside out” moment sounds pretty disorienting, much like if a certain spandex clad hero was flipping and thwipping around to mess with you. And “push and pull you down”? That’s a webshooter thing if I’ve ever heard one! I just really enjoy the mental image of Peter dragging Wade around by a web. Very cute)

🌸That kinda wraps up my general thoughts! I put this amount of thought into every minute of this 3+ hour playlist, and I’m really excited to share it all with the internet void! Please let me know your thoughts, and if you’re interested in another deep dive! Thank you so much for reading to the end (●´ω｀●)🌸

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