#mj x yn

[t-h-i-n-g]

Hey, can you make headcanons about fem reader dating with Michelle Jones?

(gif not mine credits to owner)

a/n: hi! theres not enough mj love on this app so tysm for requesting! i hope you like it.

word count: 643

summary: fem!reader x mj general headcannons

warnings: none, but if there is any let me know!!

marvel - masterlist m.masterlist

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She didn’t really even recognize that the feelings she has for you were like… feelings.

But once when she was ranting nervously to you, the smile on your face froze her right in her place. MJ dipped so fast once she realized why she was being so anxious around you.

You had to approach her first to see what had happened and she tried to not let it slip out but it did. Once she got going, especially around you, she couldn’t seem to stop talking. You always knew how to calm her down. And you really did this time.

Telling her that you have had a thing for her for a while you just didn’t know for sure if she liked girls. MJ looked down at her outfit giving you a quirked brow which caused you to express that the fear of rejection was real. (fr fr)

The relationship started off slow. Only sitting next to each other and you driving her home after school when she needed it.

But then it started to pick once you got past the holding hand stage.

Your first official date was a movie night at your house. Snacks laid out on the table and a single blanket to share on the couch. It was simple, which MJ was fine with. For the fact that she was silently freaking out when you fell asleep on her shoulder.

She’s not a big fan of PDA. She thinks its gross when people decide to make out in the hallways and personally wouldn't want to stick her tongue down someone’s throat in front of other individuals. 

So she’ll stick with the pinky link. Maybe even a full hand hold down the hallway if you’re lucky.

The first kiss you guys shared was awkward to say the least. It was when the two of you were going on a date in the local library. You went to lean in as she went to look down. Foreheads = collide. Soft laughter bounced off of you both as to keep it down. Once everything was settled down you gazed into each other's eyes. Slowly closing the gap once more but this time with a more pleasant outcome.

Peter and Ned are your guys’ number one supporters. Always giggling to each other at the simplest actions between you. 

For instance when you gave your jacket to MJ when walking with the group along a street in the fall. Ned elbowed Peter motioning him to look as she slipped it over her head before resuming her hand holding yours. They gave each other a knowing looks and tried to suppress their smiles.

Quiet nights with MJ were the best. Either watching something on TV or maybe both of you being sprawled across a couch. The two of you both resting on an arm while your legs were tangled together. A blanket covering them. Only speaking when something happened in either situation. 

It may take a while for MJ to open up officially. You’ll have to earn her trust enough for her to express if she’s battling with something internally.

Even after she gets more comfortable you would still have to sit her down and ask if somethings wrong most of the time.

For example, MJ isn’t the most jealous person in the world but she can be insecure with herself if someone who is relatively attractive is making you laugh and veering your attention to them and not her. 

She can close herself off, only responding with short answers. However when you do bring it up it’ll all come out in a jumble. Like water breaking a dam. She just can’t control herself around you.

At the end of the day she knows you only have feelings for her and her you, but she just needs a little confirmation sometimes.

Giving her a kiss and some gentle words is a simple solution to it.

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[nubimera]

Idk, I guess I need to share my headcanons on Miguel x MJ-variant Reader with someone, because they are precious to me

•Miguel and MJ/Reader have been in school together since elementary school, but they didn't start talking until their second year of high school

•Because: Lab partners!

•Miguel as a teenager was a concentrate of constant embarrassment and inability to talk to people. The kind of boy who has always been puny and who at puberty becomes practically a mountain with legs and a voice lower than a basement but who has yet to get used to the change

•The fact is that he and MJ/Reader become friends during chemistry class

•If you sucked at chemistry like me, imagine this: Miguel proposing to help MJ/Reader study, and therefore they start spending time even outside school hours

•Bonus point if during high school MJ/Readers were interested in theatre/musical/music/art in general, because Miguel went to see every single exhibition/show. FOR SURE

•Akward teen-Miguel in the audience watching his crush perform just became my reason for living

•To be honest also Mj/Reader who goes to prom with Miguel as friends, but they are both so crushed on each other that they practically look like a couple

•However as he grew up and started college Miguel began to gain much more self-confidence. Still a dork, but less awkward

•He and MJ/Reader keep in touch even during college time, and it's probably when they start dating as well

•There is no great declaration of love, just the relationship between them that evolves in such a natural way that it slowly turns into a romantic relationship. Soft, soft babies

•Btw MJ/Reader was the first canon event of Miguel's Spider-Man life

#miguel and Mj are my babies and i love them #mor #miguel o'hara x yn #miguel o hara x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel spiderman #atsv headcanons #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara headcanon #atsv #across the spider verse spoilers #spider man: across the spider verse

[plscallmeeren]

YOU REMEMBER

(Aged Up) Michelle 'MJ' Jones x Reader

Request: yeah

Summary: ok so (y/n) is basically Peter (Tom Holland) and Peter is just like Ned 2.0

It's after No Way Home so no one remembers him and MJ, Ned and Peter are off to college (you've also lost all your humour and happiness in case u were wondering)

Anyways things happen and memories are triggered.... Enjoy I have edited nothing as usual (it's so late I'm so tired wtf)

Warnings: Swearing; sad MJ; yelling/fighting

Word Count: 2.6K+

You watched from a rooftop as New York teemed with activity even in the dead of night - not that that was anything unusual. Crowds of party-goers cheered with joints in hand. Mini-supermarket clerks filled out expert crosswords while casual thieves slipped candy into their pockets. Burnt-out child hackers typed ferociously in the hopes of pirating a new online game.

Those were your lesser worries. Those weren't the things you dared worry about. Not that you worried much these days. None of it mattered much, anyway. No one was there to care if you failed at what you had tasked yourself with for eternity.

You brushed down your dirtied red and black skintight suit, to no avail. That didn't matter, either.

This was peace. Peace was leaning back against the cold concrete. Peace was pressing »play« on your playlist and hearing Sweet Gene Vincent ramble around the murky night air like a newer, cleaner mist with a Cockney accent and punk ideals. Peace was pulling out your phone and looking at old photos of you and your former girlfriend and friends even though you knew you couldn't afford the emotional exhaustion. Peace was finally letting all those tears slide from beneath folds of harsh ignorance. That was peace now.

It wasn't always like that. It used to be lying around the living room, spread out on couches, with Peter and Ned telling you about the new Lego Death Star with an electronic component and MJ lying across your lap with a smile that suggested they were being stupid as she stared lovingly up at you as you ran your fingers through her curled hair.

But that sort of peace wasn't possible anymore, so there was no point seeking or missing it.

A picture of Ned and Peter grinning like idiots as they stood in front of the cinema to watch a rerun of Alien slid across the screen.

It was replaced by an image of MJ smiling back at you, mockingly signing 'metal' with one hand as her foreshortened feet lay closer to you and the camera.

You turned your phone off. A police siren wailed pathetically in the distance like a droning call for help.

Peace was over.

•••

Massachusetts

The Hercules cafe bustled with customers overflowing the nine-person chair budget.

MJ, Peter and Ned were positioned fortunately in the best corner beside the window. It was about lunch time - peak hour at that particular instalment - but the three had arrived hours earlier already.

"Mrs. Zeis is killing me," Ned was complaining, only stopping to sip at his strawberry milkshake. "Two protocols, one theory essay and an experiment setup? Does she not remember we have other subjects, too?"

The snarky waitress who never wore a name tag - the counterpart to exaggeratedly sweet Mr. Lang - strode up to them, snarling. "Will you be here much longer? We have other customers, y'know."

"Yeah, we'll have another chocolate milkshake, thanks," MJ dismissed her smoothly, turning back to her friends.

"Yeah, she's pretty bad," Peter continued for Ned. "I wrote an essay once I knew was bad but I hadn't had time to do it properly and she literally just ripped it apart."

"That's cruel," MJ conceded, smiling as Mr. Lang brought her her order. "Any chance you'll be rid of her for the last semester?"

"Not really," Ned sighed in exasperation.

"I will," Peter added cheerily, stealing Ned's straw and slurping a great deal of milkshake away from him. Ned stared on in horror.

The waitress came up to them again, but before she could dart out that poised tongue Ned was reminding her they weren't finished. She walked away with such impotence as if they had greatly insulted her.

"I can't believe we're graduating so soon... I'm looking forward to Manhattan. It's not really a great place looking back but it'll always be home," MJ said thoughtfully, chewing on her straw.

"Yeah. We had some great times," Peter smiled, handing Ned his latte in attempted reconciliation.

"Yeah," Ned added dreamily.

MJ nodded. Then: "Hey, I'm getting major Deja vu right now. Either of you?"

"Nah, not really," Ned admitted sheepishly as Peter simply shook his head.

"Huh."

They were all silent for a moment, all in their own worlds, when Peter spoke up again: "I know this sounds totally out there and weird, but do you sometimes feel like someone's missing? I mean, like there should be a fourth of us? I don't know, maybe I'm just-"

"No, you're not wrong," MJ interrupted, peering around the cafe as if something might be written on the walls in reply.

"Hey, MJ," Ned said slowly, some eerie disturbance creeping up on his usual voice. "Where did you actually get your necklace? I mean, you wear it every day, so I just... I don't know why I thought of it..."

She looked down at where her black dahlia necklace rested on her collarbone.

She stared. There was something familiar about it, and yet it was like she no longer knew it or why it was there. But she did, didn't she? She had been wearing it every day for years since...

(Y/n).

"Are you okay? You look a bit pale," Peter commented, casting a sidelong glance at Ned, who looked similarly anxious about the look on their friend's face.

It was all coming back to her. Rushing, roaring memories like tidal waves washing up to a shore that had been awaiting them for a decade too long.

"It's (y/n). He's missing," she murmured, standing up straight in seconds and rushing right past the returning waitress, almost making her fall over.

"Children! That's what you are!" she yelled after her, but MJ could hardly hear anything beyond her beating heart and gaping lungs.

•••

You lazily pressed the »play« buttons on the remote, refocusing your attention on your Chinese takeaway as He's Just Not That Into You started. It was going to be stupid. You knew that. Scarlet Johansson was in it, though, so you didn't particularly care. Stupid was good once in a while, anyway.

Your mobile buzzed, making you groan as you set your food back down to get it from the faraway table.

[phone]

Probably another scam, you thought in slight disappointment, but not much surprise. You hung up. There was no one to call you, anyway.

You sat back down on your bed which acted as a couch at times like these and pulled the Chinese food back into your lap. The credits rolled.

Your phone buzzed again. Unfortunately for your innocent food, you almost completely spilled it slamming it back down on the table to reach your phone again.

[phone]

You hung up again, muttering to yourself about stupid people and their stupid money scams. You wondered if you could pay not to get scammed and then realised you were in the same issue all over again. Except maybe they wouldn't interrupt takeaway night as much.

Far away one truly stubborn woman decided she was not having your bullshit and booked the next flight to New York she could find.

•••

MJ had travelled once across Manhattan and still she hadn't found even half a lead on your whereabouts.

She was close to despairing after finding your old apartment empty, countless people who should have known you to render your name foreign and only Delmar who knew of an old boyfriend of hers at all - though even he thought he hadn't seen you in more than a couple of years.

Until she saw you.

You were walking harmlessly along in your favourite black hoodie - one thing that you wouldn't let change - when you saw her, too. Or, someone who looked like her. It couldn't be. What was she doing here? She was supposed to be in Massachusetts. Far away from all of this.

You quickly turned a corner, hoping whatever psychotic trauma you were reliving at that moment would quickly pass.

She couldn't be there. You had made sure of that. Dr. Strange had made sure of that. She was safe. Ned was safe. So was Peter. She's safe.

Your inner voice repeated it like a mantra, following you the entire rushed way to your apartment building and up its concrete wasteland stairs. You stood before your door, shaking, trembling, scrunching your eyes closed to reassure yourself her familiar gaze wasn't on your back.

You were right. You had lost her. Both now and then.

You fought a losing battle with the rusty lock on your door until it finally gave in out of pity, its swinging whine stolen and replaced by your own breathless sigh.

You kicked it shut, not bothering to lock it, considering there was hardly anyone who'd be much trouble to you in Manhattan - and if they were, no lock would stop them, most likely.

Collapsing on the mattress, the bare room's singular comforting component, your head landed in your hands as heavily as lead weight. It hurt so much. It didn't matter if it had been her or not. She would never be yours again.

You looked around your place. Nothing felt like yours anymore. This fridge with a spoon, fork and plate next to it, this iPhone charger and mattress, microwave and a closet with so few clothes the spider suit almost stood out - none of it held any identity you could associate with yourself. None.

The door creaked again, and this time there was no heaving breath to hide it.

"(Y/n)?"

Please no. Please not now, not here, not unprepared... She can't be here. She was safe. I kept it that way.

She repeated your name, but your fingers only tightened their deadly grip around the sheet. Silence. Finally, you looked up, because you were almost convinced, almost hopeful that familiar voice had been a fragment of your imagination or she had decided you a lost cause and left after all.

She was still there. Your body sagged in upset.

"Do you even eat?" she snapped, and you wondered whether she had meant it to be so harsh. More words followed, each cracking like a whip also. You plead mercy with your emotional masochism. "You haven't brushed your hair in days - don't deny it, I know how it looks. You practically have bruises under your eyes. You're like a bag of bones; no exercise, no good food, right?"

You didn't answer, simply staring at her. She was so beautiful.

"God, (y/n)," she whispered, voice so soft it hurt more; the way it cradled you while it lasted and dropped you from its billowing clouds far higher up than anything else. Her pain crawled as ugly tendrils across the floor and through the very soles of your feet to the weight in your lungs.

Silence, again.

"You remember," you stated deftly, but nothing in you wanted to accept it. It couldn't be. It just couldn't.

And yet... she had remembered. Your relationship had been so strong, she had remembered. How? Curiosity danced groggily on the sidelines of your train of thought.

"Yeah. Remember this?" MJ lifted the dahlia necklace from her chest, holding it up for you to see. You did. An array of yellowing memories about your trip to France all those years ago flashed before your eyes, reminding you of every reason you had to buy it for her and every reason you should have been bursting with happiness at the fact she was standing before you.

"How did you find me?" you asked instead, earning a deserved scoff.

"I told you I'd track you down." She clenched her jaw, as if remembering how angry she was. "You promised." It was a quiet reminder, but stone in its sureness.

Your muscles tightened as you looked away. You couldn't bare it. You were certain you had done the right thing, and yet...

"You promised you would find us," she repeated, a little louder.

Still, you didn't answer.

"Look at me!" she finally yelled, making you jump, staring at her with wide eyes. She never used to be so loud. She never shouted, even when you fought. She had changed... or maybe you had given her reason to.

Tears threatened to escape her, but her expression remained firm, impossible.

"I did. I was there, just like I promised," you admitted slowly, enunciating every word so that you may never have to say any again. "I saw you, MJ. With Peter and Ned. And it was just... it was so clear you were better off without me. Without this huge Spider-Man burden on your back. You were safe not knowing me."

"So, let me get this straight," she started, in a way that unlike before was similar to the way she usually talked. Casual-sounding, light. "Not only did you assume what was best for us and ignored what we wanted, but you also - for even a second - thought I could survive seeing you like this? You really weren't planning on finding us? Ever?"

Your stood, leaning clumsily against the mattress as you watched her. You didn't need to reply.

"No. No. I won't have this. You need to apologise. You need to- to- I don't know. Make it up to us. You think this is okay? You think this way of living works? Well, it doesn't. The Bell Jar isn't this fucking depressing."

You winced. She always referenced that book when she was calling something fucked up. She began crying properly now.

"I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. I'll do anything. There's nothing like this feeling that you could be responsible for the death of someone you love, MJ. That's not an excuse, but it's a pretty damn good reason. I understand you're angry, but you've gotta understand, too. You were everything. You are. I can watch from afar, but I can't watch everything end. If you're worried about me, worry about that. Your end would be my end. My fucking end, okay?"

Her chest heaved in wet sobs. You had only seen her cry three times before in all this time. You hated it. You pressed a finger to your cheek and realised you were crying, too.

"It's not fair. It's not fair," she sobbed, gesturing wildly in the air, her curls pushed to one side.

"I know. I know. Nothing's bloody fair," you sniffed, approaching her slowly, as if she were a shy animal, a stranger, perhaps.

It didn't take much. She slumped into your opening arms with all of her force behind her. Tears of yours mingled with hers on your shoulders and in each other's hair. Everything seemed tinged with the distant taste of salt.

She looked up at you, and suddenly your lips were connected once more, though it was sloppy and damp and certainly not your best kiss. But it was something. It gave your dingy kitchenette character and your mattress the air of a childhood sleepover in the living room.

"I won't leave you alone. Ever. You need to understand that. Whether you like it or not. You get it?" she murmured beside your ear.

You wanted to answer something romantic, something impressive, something to look back on - but all you could manage was a string of shaky "you remember"s.

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[littlemochix17]

Avengers

Tony stark

Steve Rogers

Bruce Banner

Thor Odinson

Vision

Clint Barton

Pietro Maximoff

Male Wanda Maximoff

Male Natasha Romanoff

Male Pepper Potts

Villains

Bucky Barnes

Loki Laufeyson

Spider-Man

Tom Holland

Tobey Maguire

Andrew Garfield

Miles Morales

Abnormal

Miguel O'hara

Peter B Parker

Hobie Brown

Pavitr Prabhakar

Miles Morales (Earth 42)

Male Gwen Stacy (Ghost-Spider)

Male Mary jane Watson

Male Michelle Jones Watson

Male Gwen Stacy

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[jahayla-parker]

Crushing Plans: Peter Parker x Reader

Part Five

Description: 4.2k wc, Crushing Plans part 5, y/n has a crush on her bestfriend Peter but he’s interested in their friend MJ. Meanwhile Peter and Y/n have to decide if they want the responsibility that comes with their powers (while also trying to keep these powers a secret). To make matters worse, y/n’s powers are impacted by her emotions; including jealousy. How will their class trip to Europe go with all of this going on?

Warnings (for series as a whole): Mention of injuries, villains, far from home spoilers?, evil, witches, magic, powers/abilities, jealousy, hurt-comfort, I think that’s it!

Click Here For Previous Parts and Series Masterlist (5 parts plus the story continues in Bewitched Love (No Way Home wip w/ the same characters as a story continuation)

When they arrived, Mysterio’s display was already in effect; Happy was very surprised it wasn’t real.

Peter glanced y/n’s way once more, nodding at her before slipping his mask on as he exited the plane.

Y/n could hear Peter’s voice through the earpiece in Happy’s ear, but not enough to know what he said.

She watched as he swung closer to the projection.

Happy seemed to be promising Peter he was doing -or perhaps would be doing- whatever it was Peter had said.

Y/n beamed as she watched Peter already making headway in his fight.

~~~

“You’ve come to your senses” Agatha grinned wickedly.

Y/n focused her thoughts on Peter liking MJ, allowing Agatha to only see her emotional pain and assume it was the reason she was now complying.

“I’m still worried” y/n stated, suppressing a grin at how convincing her tone was.

“Of course you are sweet child, how can I help?” Agatha said, unrealistically sweetly.

Yn glanced around the park to get her bearings but let Agatha believe it was over fear of others learning her secret.

The fact she was donning a mask worked in her favor to convince Agatha.

Her mask should be appearing to Agatha as a bland, white, scrappily made disguise; thanks to an easy image modification spell Y/n had cast on it.

But, in reality, it was a radiant azure blue; Peter managed to adjust the hue on the Stark product generator enough to match her cosmic glow coloring exactly.

Her clothes should be seen by Agatha as the same set y/n wore when they last saw each other; Yn not wasting energy or time constructing some new fake outfit just for a distraction.

Much like her actual mask, her actual outfit was azure, fit to her in a way that allowed her to move, and had discrete padding on her knees should she collapse again.

Her clothing included a contrasting dark black cloak-like item, one merging the designs of other witches; Agatha and Wanda included.

Except, the bottom inner workings of hers, the side presently resting against the back of her legs, was a shiny silver lining, embossed with swirling stitching.

“If I… if I let you have my powers, how do I know I’ll survive?” Y/n asked, hiding her thoughts as she began calling upon her energy.

“Oh hun, you have my word” Agatha said.

Not wanting to give in uncharacteristically fast, y/n hesitated.

“I did tell you the truth about your origin didn’t I? Why would I admit that but lie now?” Agatha argued with a soft voice.

Y/n knew the reason but kept the thought from her mind.

“Okay…” y/n slowly agreed.

Agatha smiled but Yn saw the evil glint in her dark irises.

As she felt Agatha’s cosmic presence reach hers, y/n whispered “pari mensura” before having her mind wander back to her unrequited crush on Peter.

She bit her lip as she kept her lips from moving and exposing her nearly inaudible spell repetition.

The pain also helped subconsciously remind her that there was a purpose behind the torture of her own mind she was doing by focusing on her doomed situation with Peter.

pari mensura

pari mensura

....

pari mensura

Y/n echoed, encouraging and directing her energy heading towards Agatha to match the force Agatha was using.

Agatha fell for the sensation, believing that she was truly pulling the energy from y/n; rather than y/n sending it to her.

It wasn’t an easy task, keeping her confidence up despite replaying Peter and MJ’s flirtations.

Let alone simultaneously hiding these underlying thoughts, her mind having to both actively think and not think at the same time.

She still couldn’t explain it, but she could feel the thoughts almost filed into different places in her brain.

She’d never compartmentalized her thoughts this way before, much less in so many different subjects at the same time for such a long period of time.

She had to pretend she was thinking about MJ and Peter but not truly think about it.

She had to hide her thoughts about her actions and newly found confidence.

She had to pretend she was thinking about how it felt to have her powers pulled from her while being sure to not truly believe the illusion herself.

It was a lot, and her underlying concerns over how things were going on Peter’s end didn’t help.

She wanted to quickly look over to see how it was coming, but she knew she couldn’t risk the brief lapse in concentration.

Especially as she already felt the ache in her head returning at her attempts.

While Agatha wasn’t truly absorbing y/N’s energy, y/n had knowingly gone into the battle on a nearly empty basis.

Technically speaking, witches had an almost infinite supply of cosmic energy at their disposal.

However, it took much more energy to produce it without thinking about it.

And even more to actively focus on something else while using it.

It didn’t help that it took practice to get to the point of being able to utilize the endless access to energy waves; practice y/n didn’t have.

She felt her eyes droop as Agatha increased her strength, somehow having noticed something was off.

Irritated, y/n wanted to scream, having been nearly ready to strike Agatha prior to this sudden detection from Agatha’s end.

Her illusion was faltering and she would soon lose her chance to strike if she didn’t quickly adjust.

Y/n attempted to once again match her force by sending her own equally balanced force back, “pari mensura”.

She hadn’t realized that she forgot to keep her voice low when reciting the spell until she saw the fury in Agatha’s eyes.

It was too late to put her defenses up by the time she saw it, but fortunately, Peter had detected it.

His spider senses had tingled in an attempt to alert him to an issue around him.

He instantly scanned the area in search of y/n, his webs shooting across the street and toward the park in mere seconds upon seeing y/n’s genuine struggle.

The signs of Agatha’s realization of the illusion soon followed his release of web fluid.

Peter squinted as he waited for the seemingly long time it took for his webs to reach Agatha.

To anyone else, it was merely a matter of 2 seconds; feeling longer to Peter due to the scene being slowed down by his ‘spidey senses’,

As the webs wrapped around Agatha’s wrist, y/N’s panicked eyes turned his way.

Peter tugged on the web attached to his subject, trying to knock Agatha off kilter enough for y/n to compose herself.

Y/n forced her legs to hold her tired body steady as she pushed back against Agatha, starting to increase her force.

She wasn’t sure how much more she could do though.

Agatha’s detection was earlier than y/n had anticipated, or perhaps y/n hesitated too long to strike.

Either way, it wasn’t going to plan and her confidence was weaning as a result.

Peter having to step in and help her despite his own battle going on fueled her embarrassment and disappointment in herself.

She knew she had to change her thought patterns if she wanted to have a chance at overpowering Agatha; she had to regain her confidence somehow.

Once her legs felt semi-steady beneath her, y/n glanced over at Peter in hopes of an encouraging smile or nod to drive her confidence back up.

However, her eyes were instead met with a burst of energy shooting across the scene and throwing Peter backward into the brick siding of the bridge.

Y/n felt a sudden force deep in her bones, it had a slightly familiar feeling to it but was otherwise an unknown sensation.

The sheer volume of cosmic current flowing through her body lifted y/n into the air.

Y/N’s spell that’d previously been masking her new ‘hero’ suit dissolved before Agatha’s eyes.

Without any hesitation, y/n let the new, stronger, faster, thicker, flow of energy do as it wished.

The only thing her mind focused on was having witnessed Agatha hurt Peter.

Y/N’s eyes fell closed as the current tore through her and shot across the park to Agatha.

Agatha howled loudly as her skin flashed blue, y/N’s energy hiting deep.

Yn pried her eyes open enough to check on Peter, giving him a grateful nod before turning back to Agatha.

She could tell if she kept going at full force, it would be the end of Agatha.

And as much as she wanted to tear her apart for harming Peter, it wasn’t in her to kill someone.

Y/n was pleasantly surprised when her energy ebbed at her unspoken limitation.

She might not plan on ending Agatha’s life, but she was going to make sure Agatha was no longer a threat.

Y/n didn’t want, nor did she think she needed, Agatha’s energy.

Even if she relished the feeling of such a strong force inside herself, she didn’t want any possibly tainted cosmic energy in her.

So, she began contemplating spells that would keep her enemy alive but deplete her power.

“Vivit et impotens” y/n stated, frowning when nothing happened.

She took a deep breath, reminding herself she could do this.

Staring at Agatha, hands stretched out to her, “vivit et impotens”.

Once again, nothing.

She racked her brain for more traditional ways to say her goal.

Chest held high, she loudly declared, “reducendus au homini”.

Y/N’s fingers stiffened as a dark aura flowed between Agatha and y/N’s hand.

She gritted her jaw as she focused on directing her own energy to shield herself from any damage and form an orb in her outstretched palm.

Within three minutes, y/n stood on the ground, holding a black and purple ball of cosmic forces in her palm.

Agatha lay on the grass, visibly defeated and weeping in sorrow over her loss; but, she was alive.

Pleased in completing her task so quickly, she gazed at the ball as she contemplated how to destroy it.

Y/n felt a sweltering heat radiating from the orb and saw the very tips of her fingernails starting to darken from the insidious and dark power Agatha’d absorbed in her attempt at managing the darkhold.

Without needing to search for the words, her mind began chanting a spell she wasn’t familiar with.

In its attempt to guard y/n and her untainted energy, her mind screamed “eliminate ab existentia”.

After five repetitions of the phrase, y/n saw her fingertips return to normal as a burst of blue energy erupted, blinding her momentarily.

Y/n rubbed her eyes and smiled proudly to herself.

However, her focus quickly shifted to finding Peter.

As she whipped her head around, her eyes landed on Peter.

He let out a visible sigh of relief and slightly slowed his approach to ease the pain in his leg.

Despite his attempts to mask his pain, y/n noticed his limp and rushed over.

Peter smiled as he hugged her, pulling her to his chest as soon as she was close enough.

“You’re hurt” she whispered, stepping back after a few moments.

“I’m okay, it’s over” he huffed, eyes checking her face for any cuts.

“Can I… May I…?” Y/n mumbled hesitatingly.

“Y/n, you don’t have to be nervous around me” Peter grinned, “what are you trying to ask?”

Y/n bit her lip, looking up at him sweetly, making his legs feel weak.

“I’d like to try a spell to help your leg” she stated.

“Is this okay?” She asked, stepping back more.

Peter nodded without hesitation, completely trusting her.

She smiled, squatting and delicately placing her right hand on his kneecap.

Her left hand shyly rested against his hip, intimidated by the intimate location.

Closing her eyes, she focused on keeping her energy warm enough to relax his muscles but not too hot to hurt him.

“Okay… lenire et confirma crus” y/n whispered, letting her energy flow from her hands into his upper leg.

Peter let out an audible release of air and Y/n felt the tension leave his leg muscles.

Yn removed her hands from his body and stood back up, smiling softly, “any better?”

Peter grinned widely and nodded, his cheeks red, “very. Thank you”.

She nodded timidly, her smile widening.

“And you? You’re not hurt?” Peter pondered, his slightly bloodstained hands cupping her face as he analyzed her skin closely.

Y/n swallowed thickly, trying to ignore the warmth of his breath hitting her face and the close proximity of his lips to hers.

“Y/n?” Peter asked, stroking her cheek just below her eyemask when he found a faint blemish.

“I’m good,” she nodded, gazing into his painfully pretty, umber eyes.

Peter blushed as he noticed how close he was upon feeling himself relax after her assure she was unharmed.

“Thank you for your help back there” y/n said, waving to the park she left minutes before.

“It wasn’t a big deal” he smiled

“Yes it was, you got hurt, because of me” she shook her head as guilt flooded her voice.

“Y/n, I swear, I didn’t mind helping” he promised, voice thick with sincerity, “I wanted to make sure you were safe”.

“Because if you I was. You helped me more than you’ll know” she hummed.

Peter watched inquisitively as y/n’s eyes began to scan his mask, left to right and top to bottom.

“The blood… your hands. You said-“ she whispered, her voice tense.

“It’s not mine” he rushed out in assurance before repeating the words remorsefully as he felt their weight.

Y/n gave him an apologetic glance, “okay. We can talk about that if you want, when you’re ready”.

Peter nodded, “thank you. I could use that”.

She gave him a timid smile, but Peter noticed she kept scanning his face.

Peter looked around before pulling his mask up and off of his head, “I’m okay y/n”.

He felt his breath hitch as she furrowed her eyebrows, the tip of her middle finger slowly sending a calming warmth to seep in through his skin as her fingertip traced a minor scratch he had obtained in his fight.

Much to Peter’s disappointment, she soon leaned back, hand lowering to her side after the scratch disappeared.

Peter lifted his hand up to feel his skin where she’d touched it, a dorky smile on his face.

“Y/n,” Peter began, his need to confess his feelings shaking violently in his chest.

Y/n sensed something hanging in the air and sucked in a deep breath.

She noticed the gentle glow of his eyes and how he seemed to be radiating nervous but excited energy.

“Peter?” She asked, trying not to get her hopes up as to what he was going to say.

There was something in his gaze that made her melt, desperately hoping she was correct in seeing the love behind it.

Peter’s cheeks were nearly as red as his suit as he gave her a lopsided smile, mentally cursing himself for not pulling it together.

His hesitation made her look around, her heart plummeting to her stomach as she locked eyes with MJ several feet behind her.

MJ hadn’t noticed them, but it was clear Peter noticed her; his lovey-dovey trance now making sense to y/n.

“Oh, “ y/n breathed, taking her time as she turned back around to face Peter, “right. Umm, you can go”.

Peter’s lips parted as he stared at her with a blank expression.

Y/n rolled the rushing energy in her, picturing the blue life source loop over itself and flow in the other direction; moving along the lines of an imaginary infinity sign.

It was a technique she’d learned years ago to stay calm.

She hadn’t been in such a soul crushing situation where she needed it in a long time.

But her -albeit brief- moment of hope over her seemingly unrequited feelings actually being requited after all drove a stake into her soul as reality emerged.

Peter rubbed his neck, his eyes never leaving her face as he tried to understand why she suddenly appeared shut down, “y-y/n..”

She shook her head, wanting out of the situation rather than letting it drag on longer.

“Look, Peter… it’s okay, really” y/n said, causing Peter even more confusion.

Before he could even think of a response, she continued, “just..”.

Y/n let the calming resonance of the energy flowing in her remind her of her accomplishments today.

She may still have been in a hopelessly doomed position with her crush, but at least she could rely on him; and herself.

Allowing her confidence to drive her towards one final courageous act, y/n closed the distance between them.

Y/n way too quickly pressed her lips against his cheek and pulled away, “thank you again for helping”.

Peter’s teeth shined as he grinned like an idiot, his face felt so hot he swore he was going to catch on fire soon.

However, as y/n walked away from him, his lips instantly fell into a pout.

Without thinking, he reached for her hand, halting her departure, “where are you going? Why are you leaving?”

She couldn’t turn back to look at him, instead squeezing his hand kindly, “she’s waiting for you, go on”.

Peter tightened his grip and tugged on her hand, pleading her to turn around and explain, “who?”

Y/n squeezed her eyes shut, wanting to tear his hand off and run until she couldn’t feel his presence near her.

Not that her currently exhausted body would even let her if she asked.

“Y/n” Peter whined, lost and upset over her sudden change in demeanor, “talk to me”.

“MJ” y/n whispered, making a resounding rush of guilt surface in Peter.

He’d forgotten y/n had known a tiny bit about his plans to act on his feelings for MJ.

Her voice sounded sad and distant to him.

Had he not noticed she was seemingly harboring feelings for him too?

How long had they been there?

His mind played back the last week, his guilt only growing as he found all the signs he’d missed.

“Pe-“ y/n began, finally facing him.

“No, please, “ Peter hushed her, his sorrowful eyes trying to lock with her irises but her downwards crooked neck prevented it.

Y/n remained silent but removed her hand from his, fingers trailing slowly across his palm, driving him insane.

“I need to tell you something…” Peter whispered.

She nodded, gaze still focused on her boots.

He swallowed, “I uhh… I clearly should’ve told you this before… or umm… well yeah…”.

Laughing softly at his own nervousness, “I like you. Like, really like you…. Not just as a friend.. I like-“.

Y/n gritted her teeth, “don’t. Peter. Please don’t”.

“W-what?” He inquired.

“I can’t do it Peter. I don’t want to hear it” her voice was stiff but he could hear the way her pitch wavered between words, “I’ve wanted to hear you say it, but not like this”.

Peter sighed, taking in the scene around them.

He knew it was far from romantic and certainly less than she deserved, but he hadn’t wanted to keep it in any longer.

If he’d learned anything this trip it was that life was unpredictable, terrifying, and short.

He didn’t want to waste any more of his hiding from his feelings.

The feelings he felt for her were far more intense than any he’d ever had towards MJ and he needed her to know how he felt about her; romantic scenery or not.

“You’re right, I should’ve -“ Peter apologized, bashfully rubbing the spandex covering his arms.

“I don’t want you to say it like this. Don’t tell me you like me when I know you like MJ, I can’t handle that” she whimpered, “certainly not right now”.

“Y/n, I don’t want MJ” he swore, his fingers twitching to touch her and pull her in for an embrace.

Y/N’s newly born confidence spoke up, “I don’t want to be someones backup or second choice. I’d rather just not be chosen”.

Peter felt a tinge of pride in her standing up for herself despite his heartache and guilt over her feeling this way.

“Y/n,” he hummed, “It was always you."

Y/N’s eyes snapped to his, anger flashing through her y/e/c eyes, “don’t pity me Peter. I can take you liking MJ. But I can’t take you toying with me. I know about your crush on MJ, you know I know about it. I told you I knew before we even left New York”.

Peter nodded, his eyes not leaving hers despite the hurt in them making him feel like he was the biggest villain they’d encountered on this trip.

“I did like MJ” he nodded, being sure to not leave much time between the conclusion of that sentence and the start of the next.

“But, I don’t anymore. Even when I did,” Peter shook his head softly, “it wasn’t the same”.

“I… I don’t follow” y/n admitted, eyes no longer displaying hurt or anger but rather confusion.

Confusion Peter could fix!

He had no problem taking however long it took to explain to her why the way he felt about her was different and far better than what he used to feel for MJ.

He would willingly go on and on about it until she understood.

“When I picture myself happy... It's with you” Peter told her, “I’ve not had that with anyone else”.

Y/n unintentionally caused a tiny whistle as she sucked air in through her barely parted lips, “…n-…not MJ?”

Peter held her gaze as he shook his head definitively, “no, never for MJ”.

She nodded slowly, still uncertain.

“I should’ve realized it that day, when you joined our school. I could sense something was different, not just about you…” he mumbled shyly, “but towards you. Sure I knew I found you attractive, but that was given”.

Y/n giggled softly as her lips curled up at the edges.

Peter blushed upon hearing his own confession repeat in his head, yet he continued for her sake, “I was too scared to approach you, and the feelings I had seemed too unusual.. I… couldn’t trust my senses at the time so I dismissed it and told myself I still had a crush on MJ”.

Y/n’s eyes scanned his face for signs of deception as she listened closely.

He sighed at his own behaviors, “to be fair, I still did. Or so I thought. Because, if this” he signaled between their bodies, “is what having a crush on someone truly feels like, I never actually had a crush on her then”.

Y/n felt a tear roll down her cheek as she took in his words.

Peter tenderly wiped her tear from her face, “y/n… I get it if I’ve missed my chance. But…There is something between us and… it is the most magical thing I have ever felt."

Y/n paused, her eyes distant as she visibly contemplated something, “ yeah, well.... you know… maybe I accidentally-“.

Peter chuckled, tilting her head towards him, his fingertips encouraging her to move face closer to his, “No y/n. I don’t mean actual magic”.

“Are you su-“ y/n worried.

“Yes, I know what your magic feels like, and as … strong and comforting as it is, this is different; better” he promised.

“So… now what?” Y/n asked, “what all does this mean?”

“Well, it’s a two part-plan. First, I'm gonna find an excuse to kiss you. The second step is asking you to be mine” Peter admitted, cheeks crimson.

“You don’t need an excuse to kiss me…” she whispered shyly.

Peter chuckled quietly, “no? Cause…You do have something in your hair, umm... Do you want me to get it out?"

Y/n wasn’t sure if there actually was something in her hair or if this was his attempt at finding an excuse like he planned to do, but she couldn’t care less.

She shook her head, her fingers grabbing the collar of his suit and pulling him closer until their lips met.

They smiled against each others lips before parting.

"Your lips are really warm." Peter blurted.

“Oh..sorry?” Y/n asked, her fingers feeling her bottom lip.

“No I liked it” he admitted, the words rushing out awkwardly.

She giggled and nodded, looking at her boots, “good….Me too, Uhh. err- the kiss, I mean”.

Peter grabbed her hand, “Wanna, like- I mean, I know the whole class is all going but ….for the flight home… maybe… We could sit together?“

Y/n nodded rapidly, gazing up at a smiling and blushing Peter.

So, her crush wasn’t doomed after all.

The trip hadn’t gone the way either of them planned.

But it was far better than they could've envisioned.

----Post Credit Scene----

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When Worlds Collide: Reminiscence

Summary: Five years ago, the world changed. Eight months ago, the world changed again; all with a snap of fingers. Now we’re dealing with the aftermath of those actions, and it’s hard for everyone. Especially for those they left behind. 

Warnings: No Way Home Spoilers, Angst, Mentions of Blood/Injuries, Character Death, PTSD, Possibly More to Come

Pairings: TASM!Peter Parker x Fem!Stark!Reader- nicknamed Mel

In this fic, Pepper is not your mother, and Morgan is only your half sister. You are Tony’s daughter, but your mother is never mentioned.

!!!Important!!! This is a rewrite of book 1 of WWC. Titles and some plot points will carry over.

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We were in one of the lab rooms, trying to come up with a plan.

“YN needs to get cleaned up. She needs medical attention.”

“Put me down.”

Peter looked down at you, making a face, causing you to nod.

“Put me down.”

He sighed softly, helping you so you were standing, keeping one arm wrapped around you while you placed one of your arms over his shoulders.

“All I need is the nurse's office.”

“Mel, no.”

“Peter, yes. I just need stitches and water. Though, alcohol would be prefered-”

Peter shot you a look, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Mel.”

You grinned, shaking your head.

“Kidding, kidding. But seriously, I’m fine, and I’ll be even better after a trip to the nurse's office. Peter can take me.”

You turned, looking up at Peter.

“Right?”

He nodded, turning towards the others.

“Yeah, I can take her.”

“Mel I don’t-”

“You know I went to school here, right? I know where the nurses office is and how to get there. I’ll be fine.”

“But-”

You shook your head, lifting your hand, cutting him off. 

“Nope. I’m older than you and what I say goes. You guys stay here, get started on the cures and then we’ll be back and help.”

“Technically, he’s the oldest.”

Peter pointed back towards the older Peter, causing you to huff as you shot the older Peter a look.

“Well?”

He looked between you and Peter, nodding slightly.

“I think your friend is right Peter. We can get started while she gets cleaned up.”

You nodded, shooting Peter a slight smile.

“See?”

You turned towards Peter, nodding.

“Come on.”

He nodded, keeping you close to him as you walked out of the room, the door closing behind you both.

“Alright, sooo, which way?”

“Left.”

He nodded, bending slightly, picking you back up, causing you to gasp.

“Hey!”

He shook his head, glancing down at you.

“You’re injured. Plus, it’ll be quicker.”

You huffed, mumbling to yourself as he walked down the hall. He glanced down at you as he turned down the hall you'd pointed too, looking around.

“So, you went to school here?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s cool.” 

“Mhmm. I used to go here with Peter.”

You slightly made a face, tilting your head to the side.

“Well, my Peter and the others.”

You gasped when Peter’s hold on you loosened, grabbing onto his suit as Peter scrambled to right himself, looking down at you.

“Sorry. You just uh- surprised me, s’all.”

“Turn here.”

He turned, glancing down at you.

“So uh, how’d that work? I thought he was in school now. You don’t look-”

His eyes widened as he shook his head, mumbling.

“Nope, nope. Not going there. Nope.”

He looked down at you, shooting you a puppy dog look that reminded you of your Peter’s, sighing softly.

“How?”

“It’s a long story, really long. Simply put, half the universe was snapped away, including Peter and MJ. They were gone for five years.”

“That uh- that sucks.”

“Yeah. It's through the office.”

You reached out when Peter stopped in front of the office door, pushing it open.

“Third room on the left.”

He nodded, walking through the office and down the hall, stopping in front of the door, waiting patiently while you opened it. The light cut on as he stepped in, moving to set you down on the table.

“First aid kit?”

“Top cabinet.”

He nodded, turning and walking towards the cabinet.

“So, where are you hurting?”

You looked over at him, slightly tilting your head to the side.

“Everywhere.”

His eyes widened slightly as he nodded, grabbing the chair and walking towards you.

“Painful.”

“I- my arm and side hurt the most. Back too, if that helps.”

He nodded, sitting the kit down beside you.

“It does.” 

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“So, how’d this happen?”

Peter was working on getting the glass out of your arm, his tongue sticking out slightly as he concentrated. 

“Fell onto a glass table.”

“Fell or pushed?”

“Hmm, both?”

He laughed slightly, shaking his head.

“So, how’d it happen? For real.”

“Connors. He attacked me while I was trying to find Peter. We went at it for a couple of floors, well, he went at it, I mainly just ran and got slammed around.”

“I’m sorry.”

You shook your head, wincing  when he dabbed the rubbing alcohol over your arm.

“It’s not your fault.”

He nodded slightly, grabbing the gauze.

“It kinda is. Connors, he’s uh, from my universe. Him and Max.”

“Oh. Well, you’ve got your hands full then.”

He laughed, nodding.

“Yeah, guess so.”

He cleaned up after wrapping your arm, looking down at you.

“You said your side too, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay, let’s see it then.”

You reached for the hem of your shirt, wincing, causing Peter to tilt his head to the side.

“I can- it’ll probably be easier to just take it off, right?”

You nodded, watching as Peter nodded slowly.

“Okay, well, we can just take it off, yeah?”

“Okay.”

Peter tilted his head to the side, looking down at you.

“Do you need help?”

You nodded, sighing softly.

“Yeah.”

He nodded, walking towards you, slowly reaching for the hem of your shit. He was careful as he helped you take it off, sitting it down at the end of the table. 

“Wow.”

You shot him a look, huffing.

“What?”

He shook his head, meeting your eyes.

“No, nothing, just you’ve got a lot of bruises, s’all.”

“Well, that’s what happens when you get thrown around like a ragdoll.”

“Good point.”

You laughed slightly as you laid down, tapping a mindless pattern on your stomach, your right arm above your head as Peter started to clean around the cut on your side. You jerked at the sting, Peter glancing at you.

“Sorry, sorry. I know it hurts.”

You tried not to react when he started to stitch your side, but a particular harsh tug caused you to jerk, wincing.

“Sorry. I forgot you don’t have my healing.”

“Mhmm, technically I do. Much better than yours, I bet.”

“Really?”

You nodded, wincing when he pulled a little too hard, shooting him a glare, causing him to wince slightly.

“Sorry. Keep talking.”

“Yeah, you know, I haven’t been in pain like this for sometime.”

“Yeah. When I was a kid, I was kidnapped and they experimented on me. Whatever they were trying to do worked, in the end I guess. I got powers and I’m practically immune to sickness and I heal, like insanely fast.”

“That’s cool. So why don’t your powers work now?”

“Dr. assface.”

He laughed, tying off the end of the stitches.

“Who’s he?”

“The reason all of this is happening.”

“And why is he an assface?”

You clenched your jaw, looking up at the ceiling.

“He’s the reason my dad’s dead.”

Peter looked over at you, his eyes side.

“I’m sorry.”

You shrugged as Peter helped you so you were sitting, grabbing the gauze.

“I- I can’t be mad at my dad, not really.”

“How come?”

You smiled softly, shaking your head as he started to wrap the gauze around your middle.

“He saved the universe. His sacrifice ensured that everyone we brought back, lived.”

“Brought back?”

You nodded as he tapped the gauze, turning and cleaning up.

“Yeah. Big purple alien wanted to make everything ‘equal’ and snapped half of existence away. And he did, till we managed to bring everyone back. But his past self managed to come to the present and planned on snapping again, except he was going to make it so no one would remember what happened. But my dad, he stopped him before he could do that.”

“That’s what you meant earlier, when you said Peter and MJ were snapped but you weren’t.”

“Yeah.”

He nodded, grabbing your shirt, helping you put it back on.

“Thanks.”

He nodded, sitting back in the chair, reaching towards you. You jumped, grabbing his hand, causing his eyes to widen as you winced.

“Sorry. Force of habit.”

He nodded as you let his hand go, glancing down at your hand.

“You may not be at full strength, but you’re still pretty strong.”

You shot him a small grin as he moved your hair out of your face, eyeing the cut along your head.

“Let’s clean that up.”

You nodded, watching as he grabbed the rubbing alcohol, dabbing it on a cotton ball.

“So you’re dad brought everyone back-”

“No, that was a friend, Bruce. My dad ensured everyone’s safety, a chance for a future.”

Peter nodded, humming softly as he started to clean the cut.

“Right. So, what about you? Were you-”

“I grew up. Without my friends.”

“That sucks.”

“Yeah.”

You watched as he grabbed some gauze, pressing it to your forehead, catching the fresh blood.

“Now it’s my turn to ask you a question.”

He smirked, nodding.

“Sure.”

“Why are you doing this? Helping me?”

His eyes fell serious as he lifted the gauze, checking the blood.

“Your Peter, he’s lost enough people important to him. He can’t lose you too.”

You tilted your head to the side, grinning.

“Who said I’m important?”

He met your eyes, nodding.

“Your friends were worried about you, before we even came here. And then the way they act around you, their eyes lit up when they saw you come around the corner. And the way you’re protective over them. I mean, you were hardly standing but you were still willing to fight me and Peter to keep them safe.”

“They’re just kids.”

“So are you.”

You shot him a look, huffing.

“I’m twenty two. I’m not a kid.”

He nodded, grinning.

“Right, because you weren’t snapped.”

“Exactly.”

He reached over, grabbing a bandaid, placing it over the cut, causing you to grin.

“Thanks.”

He nodded looking your face over.

“No problem.”

He started to put everything up, making sure everything was in order.

“Can I ask another question?”

You nodded, glancing over at him.

“What’s on your hand?”

You looked down at the gauntlet, smiling softly.

“It’s a gauntlet. My dad made it. It’s got a small concentration of my powers.”

“Really? That’s so cool”

You nodded, running your finger over the metal grooves.

“Yeah. He made it for me years ago. I’ve never had a reason to use it before.”

“But you have a reason to use it now.”

You nodded, glancing at him.

“I think I’m going to need it before this is all over.”

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Peter was looking for some pain killers for you, glancing at you over his shoulder.

“Can I ask you one more question? Last one, I swear.”

You laughed softly as you looked over at him, nodding.

“Sure.”

“Why does Peter call you Mel?”

You smiled, softly shaking your head.

“My dad. It means bee. My dad used to call me honey, before I was kidnapped. And after I was kidnapped, I was angry, resentful. My dad decided to call me bee, instead. But living in the eye of the public, my dad started to call me Mel. and it just so happens to mean both honey and bee. So those closest to me call me Mel.”

He shot you a smile, nodding as he handed you the pills.

“Well, I think it fits you perfectly.”

You smiled softly, glancing at him as you downed the pills and water.

“Thank you.”

He helped you off the table, the both of you walking back to the labs. Peter moved in front of you, reaching for the door when you stopped him.

“You can call me Mel, if you want.”

You shrugged, casting a glance at the floor, wringing your fingers together.

“Or YN, it doesn’t matter.”

Peter shot you a smile as he opened the door, stepping to the side so you could walk in.

“Mel!”

You looked up, watching as Peter walked towards you, wrapping his arms around you.

“Are you okay? You guys were gone for a while and I was starting to get worried-”

You smiled, slightly shaking your head.

“I’m okay, promise. Getting stitches just takes some time. Now, what’s the plan?”

Peter grabbed your hand, leading you to the table he was working at, walking around it once you’d sat down, motioning towards the devices. 

“I’m working on the devices for Dillon and Marko, Peter’s got his, and we left Connors for Peter.”

You nodded, noticing the way he’d tensed.

“It’s okay, you know.”

He glanced at you, humming.

“To want him dead.”

“Mel-”

“After the blip- after we helped those who returned and got everything semi-normal again, I was done. I had nothing else to do. But I was so angry. Because all I could do after was relive it. The first fight, when we were in space, Strange had said something to my dad before he handed over the time stone. And then at the final battle, right before dad snapped, and Strange incapitated me, Strange had said it again.”

“Said what?”

“There was only one way. I didn’t understand it at the time and then dad snapped. If I wasn’t helping Strange, I could’ve helped my dad.”

Peter shook his head, looking over at you.

“YN, you know there was no way you could’ve helped.”

You huffed, shaking your head as you shot him a deadpanned look.

“I could’ve. We know nothing about my powers except that I’m powerful. When I realized what was happening, I tried to get to him. But Strange, he held me back. Did the same thing he did then, today.”

He made a face, tilting his head to the side.

“But you had-”

You nodded, sighing. Strange may have blocked your powers, but he couldn’t keep your love for your father under control. Your powers came back full force after your dad took his last breath, a force of energy leaving you as you stayed curled next to him, the force knocking everyone surrounding you back.

“When he finally let me go, and he opened the portal so I could get to dad, and I saw him, my emotions basically went haywire. But I had to keep it together. But then when he- when he died, my emotions overpowered whatever block Strange had done. I was so upset. But I had to suck it up because Pepper and Morgan needed me, and the Avengers needed someone to look to. So I went to the Sanctum Sanctorum.”

“Where Dr. Strange lives?”

You nodded, looking down at the desk, tracing a scratch on the desk with your finger.

“I destroyed the Sanctum. I stood in the middle of it, standing over Strange. I was going to kill him. I almost did.”

“But you didn’t.”

You shook your head, sighing softly.

“No, I didn’t.”

“Why?”

“Wong. He portaled right into the middle of it.”

“And he stopped you?”

You chuckled, shaking your head.

“No. He actually told me to do it.”

“What?!”

Everyone jumped, shooting looks at you and Peter, causing him to wince.

“Sorry, sorry.”

Peter looked back at you, shaking his head.

“He said what?”

You grinned, nodding.

“He told me to do it. Even offered to get rid of the body for me. He said he knew some places that nobody visited or were unable to have visitors. I thought it was a trick and that when I went to kill Strange he’d stop me.”

“Was it? A trick?”

“No. He didn’t make any attempt to stop me.”

“So then why is Strange still alive?”

You smiled softly, shaking your head.

“My dad. I heard his voice. He told me he was proud of me and he loved me. I don’t know if it was him or if Wong had interfered. But I let Strange go. I left him there and rebuilt the Sanctum as I left. I hadn’t been back there since I went there to find you.”

Peter nodded, muttering a small ‘sorry’ as he glanced at you.

“Do you regret it? Letting him live.”

You grinned, tilting your head to the side.

“Right this second I do.”

Peter chuckled, shaking his head.

“YN.”

You took a deep breath, nodding.

“Sometimes. When I think about what I lost, Morgan and Pepper. I get angry. I think about what could happen if I did kill him.”

“And?”

“My feelings never change. My dad is still gone. And he’ll still be gone if I kill Strange. Killing Strange won’t bring him back. Taking his life would change nothing.”

“I still want him dead.”

You smiled, nodding as you looked up at him.

“And that’s okay. I still want Strange dead more often than not.”

You reached out, placing your hand over Peter’s causing him to stop what he was working on, looking over at you.

“If you want him dead, I’ll help you.”

He smiled softly, nodding.

“I know you will.”

“Hey.”

You looked up, smiling at MJ as you stood.

“I’m just gonna go.”

Peter laughed, shaking his head as MJ sat next to him.

“Smooth.”

You grinned, nodding as you walked away.

“I know.”

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Peter looked over at the younger Peter and you, furrowing his brow when he saw the look on your face when MJ walked towards you both, you standing and walking away.

“You have someone?”

Peter jumped slightly, looking over at the older Peter, shaking his head.

“No. I got no time for Peter Parker stuff, you know?”

He looked down at the cure he was working on, glancing at the older Peter.

“Do you?”

“It’s a little complicated. I understand.”

“I guess it’s just not in the cards for guys like us.”

“Well, I wouldn’t give up. Took a while, but we made it work.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Me and MJ.”

The older Peter glanced at the younger Peter and MJ, slightly making a face.

“My MJ.”

“Hey.”

They both jumped, causing you to grin as they looked over at you, laughing softly.

“Need any help?”

They shared a look, shrugging.

“Do you know-”

“My dad was one of the smartest people in the world. I helped him all the time. I even have my own lab.”

“Really? That’s so cool.”

“Don’t listen to her.”

You gasped, turning towards Peter, your eyes wide.

“Peter!”

“She has more than one lab and she’s considered to be the smartest person in the world.”

You laughed, shaking your head.

“Flattery’ll get you everywhere Pete.”

He laughed, shooting you a grin as you turned back towards the two Peter’s.

“Well?”

“If you’re offering, we’ll take it.”

You nodded, grinning. 

“Good.”

#when worlds collide #tasm!peter parker x reader #tasm!spiderman x reader #marvel x reader #andrew garfiled!peter parker x reader #andrew garfield!spiderman x reader

[perfectsunlight]

thank god we’re finally getting those yn x minjeong interactions icl it’s been a little hard to ship them when they interact like once in a blue moon

dont worry bookie...its all part of the plan 🥰 plus yn doesn't have a choice anymore but to see mj LMAOOOOO

#─👤 sunlight speaks #the variable

[inlovewhithafairytale]

or should I do a daughter one?

#marvel #loki laufeyson #imagine marvel #tony stark #peter parker #bucky barnes #steve rogers

[thatweirdoleigh]

love letters

I have wax sealing stuff and need excuses to write letters. therefore love letters!

Rules: One request per person, X reader or Character x Character. Angst? yes Fluff? also yes. Smut? No. Requests go in inbox via asks

Characters:

TVDU: Elijah Mikaelson, Klaus Mikaelson, Kol Mikaelson, Rebekah Mikaelson, Freya Mikaelson, Finn Mikaelson, Hope Mikaelson, Hayley Marshall-Kenner, Marcel Gerard

MCU: Steve Rodgers, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, Vison, Bruce Banner, Tony Stark, Virginia (Pepper) Potts, Loki, Holland!Peter Parker, TASM!Peter Parker, Mj Jones, Ned Leeds, Harley Kenner,

S&B/SoC: The Darkling, Alina, Mal, Kaz, Inej, Nina, Matthias, Jesper, Wylan

Taglist incase any of you are interested.

@imgoingtofreakoutnow @elijahs-wife @yn-ymn-yln @dumble-daddy @xxwritemeastoryxx @hellotvshowtrash @dizzydancingdreamer @imaginearyparties

#leigh speaks #leigh writes some shit

[t-h-i-n-g]

Hi! You write that alphabet thingys? If yes, you can do one for Michelle Jones? I need more content of her 😭

a/n: hope you like :))

word count: 800+

summary: fluff ABCs w/ mj

warnings: none

marvel - masterlist m.masterlist

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Admiration - she loves when you get excited about something. Like when you are so passionate about the topic that you hands start moving and your words start to jumble together. She loves just to admire you while you express yourself.

Body - Mj loves you hands. For the fact that she can hold them, play with them. How smooth they are and gentle you can be with them.

Cuddling - It would take a while for her to get fully comfortable with the thought of cuddling. Physical touch hasn't really been on her spectrum for a while so she gets a little tense the first couple of times. Once she does get used to it, most of it will be happening when she's tired. Like a movie night or when either of you stay at the other's house. She likes having you rest your head on her chest and being the little spoon.

Dates - Most of them are simple. Like going out for coffee, the movies, picnics, visiting libraries, or something around that area. 

Emotions - You have to coax MJ most of the time to express what she’s dealing with internally. Just sit her down and say that it’s okay to tell you what's going on. Tell her that you can help however you can.

Family - She hasn’t really thought about a family. She would most likely just want to get a few cats and settle down in a nice apartment or maybe a house. If it came down to it and you really wanted a kid she would be willing to accept it. It’s the least she could do for you.

Gifts - She often gifts little meaningful items. Like a book, maybe some flowers, a blanket, or a picture of the two of you. She doesn't go big and beyond very often. It would have to be a very special occasion.

Holding Hands - Like I said with A she likes your hands. Whenever the two of you are together in public or spotted anywhere else, most of the time your hands are linked.

Injury - If you got hurt she would be spitting questions at you a mile a minute. “What happened?” “Did someone do this?” ect. The whole time she’s freaking out. You have to tell her to grab the first aid kit and that will be her signal to get her ass in gear to actually solve the issue.

Jokes - Her humor is mostly sarcasm but most of the time the jokes do get a reaction out of you. And she’ll bite her lip to stop her smile at the small victory.

Kisses - The beginning of your relationships were mostly pecks. But as time went on and the two of you grew more comfortable, passion grew and the smooching time with it.

Memory - She loves all the quiet days she has with you. Just sitting in each other's presence. Reading a book or watching a movie either one she loves being able to just relax with her favorite person.

Nicknames - She sticks with your name most of the time. Or calling you your last name. Very few times has she called you anything else besides those or maybe an abbreviation of your name. She let the word ‘baby’ slip a few times when she was tired.

Oddity - sometimes she’ll stare at you really intensely. Like she was trying to have a stare off with you. You later found out that she was admiring you and not trying to start a fight.

PDA - The best she’ll do is hold hands. Maybe give you a sweatshirt, even allow you to kiss her cheek but that's it. On very rare occasions the two of you have shared a kiss in public.

Quality Time - Most of the time you are either at her or your houses. In each others rooms or some other place in the place.

Rhythm - you have convinced her to watch a bunch of disney movies so any of the songs make the thought of you pop into her mind.

Secrets - She is pretty open with you. Hardly any secrets and if there are some they most likely have to do with a surprise or just aren't important. She’s very blunt so there isn't a lot for her to keep inside

Time - it took seven months of pining for her to accidentally let it slip that she liked you. Thank god you liked her back otherwise she would’ve passed away.

Upset - MJ will be the first to admit that she sucks at comforting people. Mainly she’ll just let you hug her and rant your heart out as she awkwardly pats your back. Only responding when you need it.

Vaunt - She doesn’t show you off, but she will brag about how she gets bitches when Ned and Peter don’t.

Warrior - She’ll cheer you on in any fight. MJ knows your a reasonable person. If they deserved it you’ll be the first to judge that.

X-Ray - She’s good at reading people. She notices the little things. So if somethings up she’ll know.

Yes - She would definitely propose in some kind of natury area. Like a cool spot in the woods, a cliff, or something like that.

Zen - she loves when she wakes up before you. From a nap or maybe a late night. She likes listening to your even breaths while she traces random shapes on your back.

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#marvel x reader #mj x yn #mj imagine #mj x y/n #mj x you #mj x reader #michelle jones x yn #michelle jones x y/n #michelle jones x you #michelle jones x reader #michelle jones headcannon #mj headcannon

[agox]

Last night I got high and wrote a program to find all of the unused elemental symbols. It turns out there’s 585 of them and it’s much less interesting the next day.

One interesting finding: I couldn’t be bothered to generate all possible one and two letter strings, so I asked ChatGPT to write me code that would do all that for me. It worked surprisingly well!

['a', 'd', 'e', 'g', 'h', 'j', 'l', 'm', 'q', 'r', 't', 'x', 'z', 'aa', 'ab', 'ad', 'ae', 'af', 'ah', 'ai', 'aj', 'ak', 'an', 'ao', 'ap', 'aq', 'av', 'aw', 'ax', 'ay', 'az', 'bb', 'bc', 'bd', 'bf', 'bg', 'bj', 'bl', 'bm', 'bn', 'bo', 'bp', 'bq', 'bs', 'bt', 'bu', 'bv', 'bw', 'bx', 'by', 'bz', 'cb', 'cc', 'cg', 'ch', 'ci', 'cj', 'ck', 'cp', 'cq', 'ct', 'cv', 'cw', 'cx', 'cy', 'cz', 'da', 'dc', 'dd', 'de', 'df', 'dg', 'dh', 'di', 'dj', 'dk', 'dl', 'dm', 'dn', 'do', 'dp', 'dq', 'dr', 'dt', 'du', 'dv', 'dw', 'dx', 'dz', 'ea', 'eb', 'ec', 'ed', 'ee', 'ef', 'eg', 'eh', 'ei', 'ej', 'ek', 'el', 'em', 'en', 'eo', 'ep', 'eq', 'et', 'ev', 'ew', 'ex', 'ey', 'ez', 'fa', 'fb', 'fc', 'fd', 'ff', 'fg', 'fh', 'fi', 'fj', 'fk', 'fn', 'fo', 'fp', 'fq', 'fs', 'ft', 'fu', 'fv', 'fw', 'fx', 'fy', 'fz', 'gb', 'gc', 'gf', 'gg', 'gh', 'gi', 'gj', 'gk', 'gl', 'gm', 'gn', 'go', 'gp', 'gq', 'gr', 'gs', 'gt', 'gu', 'gv', 'gw', 'gx', 'gy', 'gz', 'ha', 'hb', 'hc', 'hd', 'hh', 'hi', 'hj', 'hk', 'hl', 'hm', 'hn', 'hp', 'hq', 'hr', 'ht', 'hu', 'hv', 'hw', 'hx', 'hy', 'hz', 'ia', 'ib', 'ic', 'id', 'ie', 'if', 'ig', 'ih', 'ii', 'ij', 'ik', 'il', 'im', 'io', 'ip', 'iq', 'is', 'it', 'iu', 'iv', 'iw', 'ix', 'iy', 'iz', 'ja', 'jb', 'jc', 'jd', 'je', 'jf', 'jg', 'jh', 'ji', 'jj', 'jk', 'jl', 'jm', 'jn', 'jo', 'jp', 'jq', 'jr', 'js', 'jt', 'ju', 'jv', 'jw', 'jx', 'jy', 'jz', 'ka', 'kb', 'kc', 'kd', 'ke', 'kf', 'kg', 'kh', 'ki', 'kj', 'kk', 'kl', 'km', 'kn', 'ko', 'kp', 'kq', 'ks', 'kt', 'ku', 'kv', 'kw', 'kx', 'ky', 'kz', 'lb', 'lc', 'ld', 'le', 'lf', 'lg', 'lh', 'lj', 'lk', 'll', 'lm', 'ln', 'lo', 'lp', 'lq', 'ls', 'lt', 'lw', 'lx', 'ly', 'lz', 'ma', 'mb', 'me', 'mf', 'mh', 'mi', 'mj', 'mk', 'ml', 'mm', 'mp', 'mq', 'mr', 'ms', 'mu', 'mv', 'mw', 'mx', 'my', 'mz', 'nc', 'nf', 'ng', 'nj', 'nk', 'nl', 'nm', 'nn', 'nq', 'nr', 'ns', 'nt', 'nu', 'nv', 'nw', 'nx', 'ny', 'nz', 'oa', 'ob', 'oc', 'od', 'oe', 'of', 'oh', 'oi', 'oj', 'ok', 'ol', 'om', 'on', 'oo', 'op', 'oq', 'or', 'ot', 'ou', 'ov', 'ow', 'ox', 'oy', 'oz', 'pc', 'pe', 'pf', 'pg', 'ph', 'pi', 'pj', 'pk', 'pl', 'pn', 'pp', 'pq', 'ps', 'pv', 'pw', 'px', 'py', 'pz', 'qa', 'qb', 'qc', 'qd', 'qe', 'qf', 'qg', 'qh', 'qi', 'qj', 'qk', 'ql', 'qm', 'qn', 'qo', 'qp', 'qq', 'qr', 'qs', 'qt', 'qu', 'qv', 'qw', 'qx', 'qy', 'qz', 'rc', 'rd', 'ri', 'rj', 'rk', 'rl', 'rm', 'ro', 'rp', 'rq', 'rr', 'rs', 'rt', 'rv', 'rw', 'rx', 'ry', 'rz', 'sa', 'sd', 'sf', 'sh', 'sj', 'sk', 'sl', 'so', 'sp', 'sq', 'ss', 'st', 'su', 'sv', 'sw', 'sx', 'sy', 'sz', 'td', 'tf', 'tg', 'tj', 'tk', 'tn', 'to', 'tp', 'tq', 'tr', 'tt', 'tu', 'tv', 'tw', 'tx', 'ty', 'tz', 'ua', 'ub', 'uc', 'ud', 'ue', 'uf', 'ug', 'uh', 'ui', 'uj', 'uk', 'ul', 'um', 'un', 'uo', 'up', 'uq', 'ur', 'us', 'ut', 'uu', 'uv', 'uw', 'ux', 'uy', 'uz', 'va', 'vb', 'vc', 'vd', 've', 'vf', 'vg', 'vh', 'vi', 'vj', 'vk', 'vl', 'vm', 'vn', 'vo', 'vp', 'vq', 'vr', 'vs', 'vt', 'vu', 'vv', 'vw', 'vx', 'vy', 'vz', 'wa', 'wb', 'wc', 'wd', 'we', 'wf', 'wg', 'wh', 'wi', 'wj', 'wk', 'wl', 'wm', 'wn', 'wo', 'wp', 'wq', 'wr', 'ws', 'wt', 'wu', 'wv', 'ww', 'wx', 'wy', 'wz', 'xa', 'xb', 'xc', 'xd', 'xf', 'xg', 'xh', 'xi', 'xj', 'xk', 'xl', 'xm', 'xn', 'xo', 'xp', 'xq', 'xr', 'xs', 'xt', 'xu', 'xv', 'xw', 'xx', 'xy', 'xz', 'ya', 'yc', 'yd', 'ye', 'yf', 'yg', 'yh', 'yi', 'yj', 'yk', 'yl', 'ym', 'yn', 'yo', 'yp', 'yq', 'yr', 'ys', 'yt', 'yu', 'yv', 'yw', 'yx', 'yy', 'yz', 'za', 'zb', 'zc', 'zd', 'ze', 'zf', 'zg', 'zh', 'zi', 'zj', 'zk', 'zl', 'zm', 'zo', 'zp', 'zq', 'zs', 'zt', 'zu', 'zv', 'zw', 'zx', 'zy', 'zz']

#programming #programming while high

[swfteverlqrk]

Long Distance Relationship

Part 2

Peter Parker x fem reader

Peter Parker (twin) x Shuri

QUICK NOTE: I DO NOT SUPPORT OR STAN LETITIA WRIGHT NOR HER ANTI C0VID AND VAX COMMENTS IN ANY WAY!

Hope you enjoy this, is short but so cute! Leave more requests, I'm happy to do them.

Part 1 here

bettybrant_1

Prom shopping with my girlies 💕

@yn_yln & @MJ_

↳nedleeds: Oooh! Can't wait to see the dress

↳yn_yln: I love going shopping w you <3

Yn_yln

I had a marvelous time ruining everything 🖤

↳PeterParker: Wooow, simply woow! You look gorgeous 😍

↳MJ_: SO PRETTY!

bettybrant_1: love youuu!

Prom Day.

PeterParker

The love of my life 💙

@yn_yln

↳yn_yln: Peter, I love you soooo much

↳MJ_: for once you are actually cute

↳P_Parker: My parents!

yn_yln

Just me being the happiest girl EVER with him 💙

↳PeterParker: Blue is definitely your color!

↳PeterParker: I love you !

↳MJ_: SLAYYYY!

↳Shuri: You guys are adorable!

HarryOsborn

Her 🖤

↳MJ_: You looked stunning Osborn.

↳yn_yln: cutieeees!

↳PeterParker: Photography creds!

@MJ_

The best looking ever :)

You mean the world to me 🖤

↳@yn_yln: OMG! QUEEN AND KING?

↳@yn_yln: adopt meee :(

↳@HarryOsborn: Love you, Jones

↳@PeterParker: Looking good guys.

-Hey bro- Peter knocked on Phillip door who was reading.

-Come in Pete- He did and sat in front of him.

-Look, I know probably prom is the last thing you want to hear about and I get it, but, if you change your mind, there's a gift on your closet and we'll be waiting for you. I love you brother.

Phillip smiled at Peter words and when he left the room he ran to his closet and found his dad suit...he smile only grew, after some seconds he got ready.

Peter and Yn were taking pictures and ready to leave.

-Hey guys! Do you have place on the limo?- Yn squealed and ran to hug him.

-Of course Phillip! You look amazing, come on.

They walked to the limo, where there was Harry and MJ, they were wearing black and the other couple blue, the drive to the prom was really fun, they all blasted to some tunes and of course because yn was there, Taylor Swift and they arrived to the school.

The food was great, everyone was having a great time, they even convinced Phillip to dance with them in group at least, an hour passed away, and the slow songs were gonna start, so sadly Phillip sat down watching his friends.

-Excuse me... Can I have the honor of dancing with you- a voice said behind him, and when he turned around, his eyes shined and he couldn't believe it.

-Shuri! Oh my god it's you!- He hugged her until she was about to faint. - I can't believe it! How? When?

She laughed and explained that Peter, yn and her had planned for two months now, and she had arrived an hour ago, he was so happy to see her, immediately he took her hand and took her to dance, he smiled to Peter and Yn.

P_Parker

I'm just soooo happy. ❤️

↳Yn_yln: Look how his eyes shine! I'm crying

↳Shuri: I love you Phillip

↳PeterParker: You deserve to be happy bro

↳MayParker: 🥺 so beautiful!

Shuri

In love with him.

(he was arguing with Peter before the pic, lol)

↳PeterParker: In my defense, I just wanted to fix his hair

↳P_Parker: 🧡 you look woow as always

↳yn_yln: Currently dying of cuteness.

The end!

#marvel #avengers x y/n #marvel x you #fanfic #tom holland x reader #peter parker x reader #peter parker x fem #peter parker x y/n #peter parker #peter parker smau

[jahayla-parker]

Crushing Plans: Peter Parker x Reader

Part Four

Description: 5.6k wc, Crushing Plans part 4, y/n has a crush on her bestfriend Peter but he’s interested in their friend MJ. Meanwhile Peter and Y/n have to decide if they want the responsibility that comes with their powers (while also trying to keep these powers a secret). To make matters worse, y/n’s powers are impacted by her emotions; including jealousy. How will their class trip to Europe go with all of this going on?

Warnings (for series as a whole): Mention of injuries, villains, far from home spoilers?, evil, witches, magic, powers/abilities, jealousy, hurt-comfort, I think that’s it!

Click Here For Previous Parts and Series Masterlist (5 parts plus the story continues in Bewitched Love (No Way Home wip w/ the same characters as a story continuation)

She desperately wanted to just curl into a ball and sleep, but her brain promptly reminded her of her responsibilities.

Groaning, her hand pressed to her throbbing temple, y/n stiffly sat up.

“Ah, she’s alive” she heard a thick accent mutter.

Realizing she wasn’t alone, her aching muscles snapped unwillingly to attention as she scanned the surroundings.

“Don’t worry dear, ‘ur safe ‘ere” another girl soothed.

“Which is where exactly?” Y/n asked weakly.

The first girl laughed as she sat on the cot y/n was resting on, “the Netherlands, dear”.

Yns heavy eyes pried open wide as she stared in shock.

The Netherlands?!

How did she end up there?

She regretted not paying enough attention in geography to recall how far she now was from where she needed to be.

“I… am I in a hospital?” Y/n asked as she noticed cots similar to the one she awoke in lining the room.

The second girl spoke again, setting a package of what appeared to be crackers down next to y/n, “a housing shelter actually. We couldn’t do much for your wounds but we’ve got food “.

Y/n smiled faintly at the girl roughly a few years older than her, “Thank you, all of you. How did you find me?”

“Marta claims you fell from ‘da sky, that girl is always day dreaming” girl #2 giggled, “but she found ‘ur in a field”.

“A field? In the Netherlands… I don’t know how I got here to be honest” y/n explained, nibbling on the crackers she was given.

“Marta says ‘ur be an angel or some’tin’” The first girl smirks, “but she’s just nine as of a week ago”.

Y/n noded slowly, still trying to collect her thoughts.

“And she found me in a random field?” Y/n questioned, the last image she recalled having been blurry.

She recalled somehow mustering the strength to walk but didn’t recall where she was going or how she even decided where to go in the first place.

“Not just some field, dear, a flower field” The girl corrected.

Seeing the confusion in y/n's eyes, the other girl translated a bit more precisely, “tulips”.

Tulips?

Why was she headed in the direction of a tulip field?

In the Netherlands of all places?

Rubbing her forehead, she sighed.

“‘ur funny tongue only made more of Marta’s story” Girl number one winked.

Y/n bit her lip as she tried to figure out the message from the girls broken English.

“Saying some’tin about salutem invenire” The girl tried to explain, her Latin actually being more clear than her English.

salutem invenire

Find salvation

It wasn’t often that Y/n spoke in Latin outside of her spells.

She must’ve been willing whatever power she had left to find a safe place to rest.

“Oh yea’ an’ corpus scutum, too” The other girl added.

corpus scutum

Body shield.

This phrase y/n actually recalled utilizing.

She wasn’t sure as the time of it would work, but in an attempt to guard her body as she fell asleep, she recalled her mind echoing the phrase as she imagined a blue encompassing layer of protection over her failing body.

Yn was grateful the girls didn’t know Latin or they might have been more inclined to believe whatever details this Martha child had seen.

Thanking them again for their hospitality, Yn questioned if they had a phone.

She couldn’t call her parents, she wasn’t even sure if she trusted them right now.

The only person she knew would understand was Peter.

Thankfully she’d stared at his number on her cellphone screen enough by now to know his number.

Y/n stepped to the side for privacy as she waited for Peter to answer.

Meanwhile, Peter was in the middle of another rant to Happy when Happy's phone started ringing.

Peter had synched his phone to the secure network upon getting picked up, knowing May and Ned would be freaking out if he didn’t answer their calls should they try to reach him and that was one last thing he needed right now.

He had known to keep his location off and simply routed just his incoming calls and texts to ring on Happy’s instead.

“Umm, is this Ned?” Happy asked after not recognizing the number.

Peter’s eyes dashed across the screen, “no”.

The call ended and a text came in while the screen still faced the teen.

Peter suddenly lunged forward, tearing the stitch happy just made in his shoulder, as he tried to quickly grab the phone.

The text that flashed on the screen after he hasn’t picked up the call read 'peter, it’s y/n. Please call me back ASAP'

Happy huffed as he looked at the torn stitch he now had to redo, “then who is it?”

“Y/n” Peter said in a panic, not used to her calling him or texting that she needed him.

He was worried on more levels than he could have imagined.

Not only did she have her own things going on, and a powerful stalker it seemed.

But she also was at risk because of him, Mysterio having deceived Peter into disclosing the fact that Y/n knew of Mysterio’s lies, having naively thought he was confessing it to fury for her safety.

Plus, the simple fact that even if he hadn’t known of her direct knowledge of the conspiracy, Mysterio was still out there with the intent of causing a mass casualty event in the same location Y/n was in.

Adding in the detail that Peter was all the way in the Netherlands only fueled his concerns.

As if his anxious thoughts and guilt weren’t enough, he felt his newly returned/reliable spidey senses tingle when the call came in and it worsened when he noticed it was Y/n who had called.

Without thinking through if it could be a trap, Peter called the number back.

He didn’t know why she was calling from a number that wasn’t hers.

That alone should’ve been a red flag to him, but his concern for her far outweighed his recently formed distrust of the world.

He ignored Happy‘s questions, knowing smirk, and warnings as he tapped his foot impatiently waiting for y/n to answer.

Around the third ring, he heard a small, “Peter?”.

Upon hearing her voice, Peter felt his shoulders relax some.

To be fair, as far as he knew, it might not have truly been her voice.

But it didn’t stop him from feeling some sense of relief.

Besides, he had to be more confident in trusting his spidey senses again.

“Y/n, is that really you?” He asked, biting his cheek.

“Umm yeah, it’s really me. Are you okay? Did you make it back to the hotel to catch the bus?” She asked.

Peter felt his heart drop and his spidey senses tingle again, his arm-hair rising.

Why would she have to ask?

Where was she, or what happened to her, that she wouldn’t know that answer already?

And why did her voice seem not shy but weak?

Staring at his arm which was now covered in small goosebumps and raised hair, he willingly ignored the potential for the call to be a ruse.

“Y/n, where are you?” He asked, his anxiety causing a whirring noise in his mind as he contemplated all the possibilities.

“Peter” she giggled, a small smile unconsciously forming on Peter’s lips in response, “I asked you a question first”.

That was certainly either y/n or someone who took far too much time scrutinizing her behaviors for Peter to be comfortable with.

“I’m fine, promise. Where are you? Are you hurt?” Peter repeated, wincing as Happy tugged on the stitch he redid.

“Ummm, I think so” she mumbled shyly.

“You think so? To which question?” Peter replied.

The other end was silent, only making Peter more anxious.

He stood up, wanting to pace the plane again.

“Y/n what’s going on?” He asked.

“Agatha” y/n whispered, making Peter’s fist ball up at his side as his heartbeat doubled, “I’m okay now but she- she’s strong. I don’t …”

“Y/n are you safe? Where are you? I’ll come to get you” He declared, earning a questioning glance from Happy.

“Uhh ...that’s the thing… I don’t know how or why really… but evidently I’m at ...umm, how do you say it again?” Y/n asked followed by some notice on the other end.

Suddenly another girl's voice came through the phone, “Helpende Handen-“

“Wait, hold on” Peter cut in, whispering to Happy, “is the signal secure still?”

Happy nodded and Peter put the phone on speaker, “okay, please repeat that”.

“She’s ‘ere at Helpende Handen in Noordoostpolder” the unknown female voice responded.

Peter pondered silently as the last part sounded familiar but he couldn’t place why.

“Wait, you’re in the Netherlands?” Happy asked.

Y/N’s voice came through this time, “umm, who is this? Peter?”

“Oh right, sorry! Umm this is Happy, he’s my uhhh… You can trust him, he used to work for Tony” Peter stated.

“With Tony” Happy mumbled.

“Oh okay… Hi, happy… yeah I’m in the Netherlands. I know it’s a long way to travel, but, Peter, I really need your help” she said and he could hear the shame in her voice.

“Hey, Shh, it’s okay, distance doesn’t matter. Besides, we’re actually just-“ Peter began but Happy stopped him.

“We’re going to need you to verify your identity “ Happy stated.

“W-what? I umm..” y/n mumbled

“Happy, stop “ Peter sighed.

“Peter, you know why we’re doing this, now trust me, you came to me for help on this because you could trust my judgment, so-“ Happy argued.

“Peter, he’s right” she sighed, “I should’ve realized why as soon as he asked, I’m sorry. How do you suggest I do that over the phone?”

Peter shook his head as he ran his cracked hand through the mess of hair on his head.

“Umm what’s something that no one else would know but the real y/n? Something that Peter can confirm” Happy directed.

Peter heard her take a shaky breath, “y/n Don’t. Not that. Happy it’s her okay, just -“.

“Not until she offers something Peter” Happy sighed, not wanting to argue with the clearly lovesick teenager in front of him.

“Peter, really it’s fine okay, -“ y/n agreed.

“Not that. Say something else” Peter rebutted.

“Umm okay… Uh… oh, Peter has these bandaids that I thought were kinda cheesy but now I find them adorable because-“ She giggled.

“Okay, see yes, she’s correct” Peter blushed, “now can we go?”

“Wait, what’s on the bandaids, Peter?” Happy questioned even though he knows it was not needed.

Groaning in embarrassment, Peter mumbled, “May got me Avenger’s bandaids, alright?”

Happy laughed and nodded, “thank you y/n, we’ll be there soon”.

Taking the phone off speaker, Peter put it up to his ear, “it shouldn’t be long, we’re not far out”.

“You’re not?” She asked, her tone laced with surprise.

“As I was trying to tell you before Happy-“ Peter glanced at the man in question, smiling softly to himself, “stepped in to make sure I wasn’t being an idiot and disclosing my motion to Mysterio…, we’re in the Netherlands as well”.

Peter heard her mumble something unintelligible before she spoke up, “why? And what happened with Mysterio? It’s not over?”

Frowning in disappointment and embarrassment over not having it taken care of, he shyly admitted, “No. I... He tricked me… Again. Then I woke up and had Happy pick me up from this Daisy... or umm maybe they were tulips.. anyways this field, as I had gotten lost after I was hit by a train and-".

“You were hit by a train?!” She shouted, Peter pulling the phone back from his ear in response.

“Umm yeah but I’m fine” He assured her.

“What?! Pe-“ she cut herself off as she lowered her voice to a whisper, “Peter, you cannot just say you were hit by a train and then claim you’re fine!”

He chuckled softly, “I’ll admit I’m a bit bruised and Happy thinks I broke a rib, but-“.

“That’s not fine Peter!” She scolded in a hushed voice, “You need to be checked out in a hospital, by a doctor”

“Y/n you know I can’t do that” he sighed, appreciative of her concern.

“You don’t have to tell them who you are or what happened to you, but-” She argued.

“I’ve had worse, really, I’ll be fine. Besides, there’s no time for it, I need to take him down. Not to mention I’m not slowing down us reaching you” Peter said, his cheeks warm at his own statement.

He could hear the smile she made in her voice as she responded, “fine. After all of this, you’re going to see an actual doctor though”.

Peter chuckled, “I’ll concede to that if you answer my earlier question honestly”.

“Which is?” She asked.

“Are you hurt?” Peter repeated, worried about how she'd answer.

“I guess it’s your turn to call me a hypocrite” She joked.

Peter shook his head, “how bad is it?”

“I’ve not had worse, but I’m alive and moving so I’ll take it as a win” she explained, trying to break the tension.

“Alive? That was in question?! What happened?!” Peter rushed.

“Agatha found me... And… well, she tried to absorb my… Yeah.. and it… I’ve never felt that before” she sighed, “it hurt Peter. I couldn’t breathe or think. I’m still sore and dazed”.

Peter gripped the table edge and steadied his voice, “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have left you-“.

“Neither of us knew she was coming back. This isn’t on you” Yn argued, “But Peter..?”

“Yeah y/n?” He asked, looking out the window as he felt Happy lower their altitude.

“I-I don’t know if I’m strong enough to do this, to do this hero…, fighting bad guys thing” she laughed emotionlessly, “I kept …”.

“You don’t have to y/n. You don’t need to take this on, And certainly not alone if you decide to “ Peter promised, “you kept what?”

After a few seconds of silence as she debated not telling him, she whispered, “I kept losing consciousness… I don’t know what exactly she did or who all is capable of it, but Peter, she…”

Peter could hear the pain, sorrow, and raw fear in her voice and it made him want to let the Edith drones eliminate her threat for real this time.

When he faintly heard her sniffle, he felt his heart clench tightly as he shut his eyes, “hey, hey it’s okay… shhh, we’ll figure it all out; together”.

He glanced outside and smiled as he felt the wheels touch down, “We’re here, I’m coming to get you”.

Throwing the cell phone in his seat, Peter dashed to the door, throwing it open and raced down the stairs despite the pain in his body.

As his eyes found her, he sighed contentedly and speed walked to her, being careful not to scare or hurt her.

He rested his hands on the sleeves of the oversized bright green shirt she had on, his eyes roaming her for signs of injuries.

She lifted her eyes from her now muddy converse and as soon as her eyes linked with his, she felt herself hug him tightly as she collapsed into his embrace.

The words invenire salutem whispered in her mind as Peter held her tightly.

She finally understood how she ended up here, why her subconscious mind made her keep going until It gave out, why her body gave up where it did, and what the significance of the tulip field was.

She didn’t know how, but her heart drove her here, irrefutably sensing Peter had been (or likely still was at the time given her slow pace) there.

Neither one knew how long they stood there like that, just feeling the other’s breath brush against their skin.

Only parting when Happy coughed awkwardly from the plane.

Y/n stepped back with a shy smile, “sorry, I Uhh. Thanks for coming to get me”.

Peter’s hand shook slightly as reached out and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear with a timid nod.

“Happy, y/n, y/n, Happy” Peter introduced, face flushing crimson when Happy smirked at him after shaking y/n’s hand.

“Nice to finally meet you” Happy added.

“Happy, we have oxygen on board, yes?” Peter asked as he guided y/n inside.

“I believe it was part of Tony’s in-flight medical kit” Happy acknowledged as he went to the cockpit to start their departure.

“Perfect, here, follow me” Peter calmly said, hand between her shoulder blades.

“I don’t need oxygen” She resisted.

Peter sighed, “your chest caves in when you breathe”.

Without thinking she blurted, “you’re watching my chest?”

Peter’s eyes widened as he took a step to the side, shaking his head as his cheeks burned, “not like that! I-I-“

Y/n giggled weakly and shook her head.

“You mentioned not being able to breathe well, so I was checking for-“ he rambled.

Y/n gave him a smile and rested her hand on his arm, “got it Peter”.

He nodded and let out a breath of air, “now, back to the oxygen treatment-”.

She sighed and shook her head, “I’m already feeling better, see, my eyes are open and-“.

Peter watched as she took a deep breath, causing herself to cough loudly.

Raising an eyebrow accusatorially, he motioned for her to sit.

As she stopped coughing she eyed the oxygen mask he was pulling out.

“Just for a few minutes, please,” Peter asked, “it’ll make me feel better”.

Unable to say no to him, she nodded and watched as he untangled the tubing.

“Oh, first-“ he said, delicately clamping a finger oximeter over her pointer finger.

Y/n silently watched as he tended to her, feeling unbelievably more relaxed now.

“Shit” Peter muttered as he looked at the result, promptly starting the flow of oxygen into the mask.

Giving her a sympathetic look, Peter tenderly looped the mask’s band around her head, pressing the mask onto her face.

His eyes remained locked on hers as he meticulously checked the entire seal of the mask to ensure there were no leaks.

Once he was satisfied, he merely held his fingers in place as they rested on her cheekbones, just below the strap of the mask.

Neither one said anything as Peter stared into her eyes until his heart rate and breathing steadied.

When y/n sensed he was starting to calm down, she grabbed his hand in hers and squeezed before tilting her head to rest against the back of the seat as she closed her eyes.

Peter squeezed her hand back and closely monitored her breathing and oxygen intake.

His eyes briefly flickered to her face and he felt an ache in his chest.

He didn’t want this for her, he wanted her to be unharmed, safe, and relaxed.

None of which described the clear exhaustion and traumatic story her facial expressions told him.

Peter resisted the urge to brush her hair with his hand and tuck the strands back into her loose ponytail so he could see her face better.

Instead, he focused on the feeling of her hand in his as he closed his eyes for a few seconds to notice the sensation more.

Reopening his eyes, Peter leaned forward ever so slightly to grab the oximeter again.

Wordlessly, he placed the device on the same finger as before.

Y/n opened her eyes as Peter let out a sigh of relief and whispered a soft, “good”, mostly to reassure himself.

She slowly reached up to remove the mask, allowing him time to stop her if he needed.

“How do you feel?” He asked as he took the mask from her and turned off the device.

Answering truthfully, she whispered, “better, you were right. Thank you, Peter”.

He grinned and bounced his head up and down with glee as he moved to put the device back in its storage compartment.

"Good" he hummed as he carefully tucked everything back in place.

“And you’re sure you’re okay?” Y/n asked Peter after he told her what happened when he left to see Fury.

Peter smiled and nodded, “promise”.

“You don’t need me to do anything?” She asked, feeling guilty he helped her but she hadn’t done the same for him, “not even to place an Avengers bandaid over one of your scratches?”

Peter’s cheeks heated profusely from both her gentle teasing and the way her fingertips danced on his skin, hovering over the scratches on his jaw.

“No” he choked out with an embarrassing squeak, “but thank you for that”

Y/n giggled and shrugged, “it’s the first thing that came to my mind!”

“Holy shit” Peter mumbled, shaking his head as y/n finished catching him up.

“Yeah” she giggled nervously as her leg bounced against the seat.

Peter noticed and placed his palm on her knee, but made no comment on her nervous habit as he instead asked, “do you know the prophecy she was talking about?”

Y/n shook her head shamefully, “But I think she’s right about… it being about…me”.

Peter picked up on her bashfulness and pursed his lips, “You don’t have to be shy about that”.

“It just… It feels wrong. Prophecies are supposed to be about the some of the most powerful witches” She explained.

At this point, they’d long since confided in Happy regarding y/n's secret.

After all, if Peter trusted him, Y/n did too; and it was much easier with Happy being fully aware of their situations.

“So?” Peter asked, eyebrows arched in confusion.

“That’s not me” she stated, continuing when she noticed he was trying to argue, “Peter, I just had to have a breathing treatment after one single fight with her”.

“You said you could see your powers physically exit your body!” He defended, “not to mention the elevation it sounds like you were at”.

“Peter-“ she sighed.

“You said when your powers lapsed you felt yourself fall at a rate of roughly one yard per second,” He said, his eyes focused in the distance as he visualized the math in his head.

“Taking into consideration the average elevation range of the region, the weather conditions, your size and height, the wind speed, and the natural gravitational pull,” He elaborated and Y/n felt she could practically see the numbers circling in his eyes as he worked through his calculations.

“Okay, Peter,” She giggled, “I get it, I can’t place all the blame on not being a strong witch”.

Peter hummed as he reluctantly abandoned his equation.

“But the fact remains, I’m nowhere near powerful enough to be in a prophecy…” she trailed off, “…right..?”

Peter smirked and tilted his head to the side slightly, “elaborate on that second half please”.

Feeling her cheeks heat and lips suck in she looked away shyly, “I… I did things I hadn’t ever before… things I didn’t realize I could even do”.

Peter’s smirk formed into a smile when he watched the way her lips formed a small prideful grin upon uttering those words.

“Y/n” Peter laughed, “it literally translates to the prophecy of the azure witch?!”

Y/n fiddled her fingers, “not literally, but in essence, yes”.

“Do you know of other witches that have your blue… stuff?” Peter questioned, unsure what to call it.

Y/n laughed loudly, covering her mouth with her hand, “cosmic plasma energy?”

Peter blushed but smiled and nodded when she gave him a supportive grin.

“Not that I’m aware of. Usually, it’s shades of green, white, or orange” y/n admitted.

“Even on your family?” Peter wondered.

“Yeah, most families share the same colored aura or plasma but, I’m the outlier” she acknowledged, another reason she felt less than the other witches she knew.

Peter nodded and typed away on the transparent screen Tony had installed.

Yawning, she slowly rested her head on his shoulder as she tried to get a better look at the screen.

Peter’s head turned minimally as he smiled down at y/n before resuming his search.

A few minutes later, Peter’s voice pulled y/n from her blissfully dazed state, “you gotta read this y/n/n”.

Blinking to refocus her eyes, she sat up, removing her head from his shoulder.

She took a few moments to scan the document he’d found.

She felt her lips part as she read it.

Summus Sacerdas ramum suum ab illa posteris euis deviare inveniet, ut alta sacerdos geret atypicam speciem universitatis suae datae et mox inusitatae gradus cosmicae potestatis.

She reread it over and over, shaking her head.

The script translated to a prophecy that read “the high priestess will find her branch deviating from that of her descendants as the high priestess will wield an atypical display of her universe given and soon unprecedented levels of cosmic power. “

She couldn’t believe her parents hadn’t shown/discussed such a vital prophecy.

“Not powerful enough?” Peter softly mocked, repeating her earlier comment.

“Peter” she shook her head.

“My parents may not have told me this one “ she confessed, looking over at him, “but that doesn’t mean it’s me”.

“Y/n, my Latin is rocky at best but, Tony’s translation system confirmed my interpretation “ Peter politely stated.

“I know what it says, but it doesn’t mean it’s me” she resisted.

“I get if you don’t want it to be, but-“ he admitted.

“It’s not that. I … I don’t know if I want it to be or not, I haven’t even had a chance to look into that” she explained, “but nothing in it points to me and not someone else”.

She was slightly exaggerating her doubts, as the script did have some descriptions one could easily argue matched y/n.

But she refused to believe that it could be her, especially when staring at the ending of the proclamation.

Unprecedented levels of power?

Surely it wasn’t about y/n.

She barely escaped Agatha.

She’ll admit she didn’t know her own capabilities, today had proven that much.

But, unprecedented seemed like a stretch.

Peter dragged his left pointer finger across the floating screen, highlighting various sections of the scanned artifact.

“Summus Sacerdas” Peter read aloud, y/n’s ears unexpectedly blessed with the sound of Peter speaking Latin.

“And the useage of euis instead of suis, proves it’s about a female witch” he stated, looking at her for confirmation.

She nodded, slightly distracted by his knowledge of Latin and the way the words rolled off his tongue.

“Ramum suum ab illa posteris euis deviare, her branch deviating from that of her descendants “ Peter continued with clear intrigue, “you said you were different from that of your family”.

Holding up his finger to stop her futile protests, he added, “ut alta sacerdos geret atypicam speciem universitatis suae datae et mox inusitatae gradus cosmicae potestatis.

Shaking his head, Peter explained, “the high priestess will wield an unusual display of her universe given and soon unprecedented levels of cosmic power. ”

She merely shrugged, not willing to accept this was about her.

"You’re telling me this isn’t you?" Peter argued again.

"You did hear the unprecedented part right? Inusitatae gradus cosmicae potestatis..?” she pointed out.

“You can’t disregard the rest of the prophecy over hesitancy towards one line” he sighed, “especially when it’s titled illa propehetia de illa caeruleum venefica.”

Noticing Happy had left the cockpit on autopilot to join them in the cabin, Peter looked over at him, “help me out?”

Happy smiled timidly and chuckled, “Latin was not part of the job description, I’m afraid it’s not in my resume”.

Peter sighed, “it means the prophecy of the blue witch. That’s her!”

Happy laughed again as he rested into his seat, “it would seem probable”.

Y/n gasped in offense at Happy siding with Peter after previously having elected to remain out of it.

“You yourself said you don’t know of any other witch with blue plasmic energy” Peter smirked.

“It doesn’t mean they don’t exist “ she defended, arms crossed loosely over her chest.

Laughing he rolled his eyes, “can we agree that at least for now, it appears to be about you?”

She shrugged, “it doesn’t matter”.

“Why not?” He asked.

“I don’t think I’m cut out for this life, unprecedented level of power or not” she confessed.

Happy frowned, having heard Peter more or less say the same thing regarding his responsibilities obtained from his abilities.

Peter looked at Happy who gave him a supportive nod before Peter started trying to reiterate Happy’s lesson for y/n.

“We’re a mess” y/n laughed.

“In more ways than one” Peter agreed lightheartedly, eyes roaming the borrowed clothes they both donned.

“Thank you for the pep talk” she smiled, “We’ll figure it out but first we have to find them”.

Peter nodded, “and then we need a plan”.

Happy contentedly watched the two teens work together to form their respective plans.

While the two agreed ideally they’d fight together against each villain, they knew there likely wasn’t going to be time for that.

So, instead, Peter and y/n came up with generic solutions; ones that allowed for their completion to be managed by either a single party or their duo.

Y/n guided Peter on how to best break past the illusion screen so he could use his webs to pull the projectors apart from inside.

Peter was more than pleased to have someone to brainstorm with and return his pep talk.

He took her encouragement to heart as she spoke kindly to him about how capable he was and how he should return to the basics, merely focusing on his senses.

Y/n suggested she lure Agatha to her.

She wanted the fight somewhere where they wouldn’t hurt others.

After the way Peter and Happy reacted to learning about her being a witch, she no longer feared others knowing as much.

At least, she didn’t care if people knew witches existed.

She wasn’t sure she wanted the world to know she in particular was one, realizing she wanted something like Peter had; a split ‘hero’ identity.

Although she still wouldn’t refer to herself as such.

While Peter was eager to help her use the Stark tech to create a disguise, he attempted to shut her solution down.

Therefore, Happy had excused himself before an argument broke out, returning to the cockpit.

“Peter-“ y/n prodded.

“No” he shook his head defiantly, “no. It’s not going to happen”.

“Peter, just listen, she wants me to give up my powers. Obviously, I’m not going to do that, but I can let her think otherwise” y/n argued.

“It’s too risky, you said she can read your mind “ he pointed out.

“Yes, but I already learned how to block her out. Besides, the ruse only needs to last long enough to get her out of hiding “ y/n argued.

“And long enough to get her to let her guard down so you can strike with ease” he corrected.

“If it doesn’t last that long I can use my powers to distract her still, it’ll be fine” she stated.

Peter sighed and ran a hand through his once again messy hair.

“Jus-“ he groaned, “just promise.., that you’ll be safe and protect yourself above anything else”.

It wasn’t so much a question as it was a desperate plea.

She felt butterflies in her stomach over the notion he was so worried about her well-being.

“I thought you said I could handle this stuff” she joked, trying to ease his fears.

He smiled as he understood the hall behind her comment, “I do, you can. But she’s psychotic”.

“So is that Beck guy” she winked.

Peter chuckled, “you’re not wrong. But you were able to help me plan every single step on how to take him down.. I can’t do that with Agatha. I barely have a fundamental understanding of your powers, much less hers”.

Y/n elected to not mention that she herself didn’t have a much better understanding about her capabilities.

It would help him feel better about not understanding the situation, but would only make him worry more and he needed to focus.

“I’ve got this Peter, “ she took a deep breath, voice more confident as she felt the warmth of her power surging just below her skin, “I can do this”.

“Are you sure there’s no other choice?” He wondered, “we can try to hold her off until I can help.. or-“

“Peter, I appreciate you being such a good friend and being so eager to try and help, but I have to do this on my own” she affirmed.

Peter nodded but his lips pouted; ironically not in defeat at her rejection of just waiting, but rather hearing her call him a friend.

He hadn’t had much time to act on, nor speak to her about, his feelings, but it still stung.

Misreading the look on his face, y/n squeezed his hand, “I’m not keen on your’s either Peter. But, I’m trusting your abilities. You need to trust me to use mine”.

“Fine” he conceited, “I do. But, whoever is done first helps the other, deal?”

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wrong kim ⁰

winter/k. minjeong x lsfm 6th member!reader / 1.3k

summary. — you never thought those tiktok memes about texting the wrong person would ever happen to you but here you were, texting the wrong person.

warnings. — heavily inspired by those “bb lets go out tonight” -> “wrong *insert similar thing*, have fun tho” tiktoks / fluff / yn is a little dramatic

you never thought you would die like this.

it’s dark outside and since you didn’t share your room with anyone, you were alone. your stomach, the cause of your eventual death, was empty and, other than the soft music coming from your phone, it’s grumbling was the only thing you heard.

rrrrr.

morbidly, you wondered how your members would react once they found your dead body the next morning. they would all probably cry once they got over their shock, with kazuha quietly sobbing into yunjin’s shoulder and sakura and chaewon attempting and failing to comfort your youngest member.

rrrrrrr.

you place a hand on your complaining stomach, wishing that you had eaten your dinner like your unnies–namely chaewon and sakura–had told you to do. maybe if you had, you wouldn’t be suffering like this.

rrrrr.

granted, you had waken up a little too late and therefore ate your breakfast a little later than normal, forcing you to eat your lunch later than you normally would, causing you to be unable to eat all of your dinner, but still. you really should’ve just eaten it all instead of letting eunchae–and eventually kazuha, who had ‘reluctantly’ joined the former in eating your food–eat it for you.

ding!

you blink, momentarily distracted from your hunger.

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💬 — hong ew ><

YOU (one day ago) — uhhhh — can u ask her why she wants me dwnst

hong ew >< (one day ago) — dwnst? srsly? just say downstairs smh 🤦🏻‍♀️ — she says she wants u to do smth for her

YOU (one day ago) — if this is another 1 of ur pranks m gonna kill u (seen)

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hong ew >< (Today — 01:22 am) — icant believe the walls are so thin thag ifan hear ur tummy grumbling

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you blink again, feeling confused. partly because you were still hungry and more than just half asleep, but mostly because eunchae really shouldn’t be awake right now. she, compared to most of your members, was the type of person to sleep early, so for her to be awake…

blearily, you type out a response before confidently sending it to the other girl.

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YOU (Today — 01:22 am) — yruawk — its1 inthe morning

hong ew >< (Today — 01:22 am) — cuz ur tummy isnoisy??? — ijus said that ican hear it thru the wall.

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ah. were the walls really that thin?…

now that you think about it, you’re pretty sure that you’ve heard some things come from eunchae’s side of the wall. video game sounds, the occasional watching of fancams, etc.

fortunately for you, you were too tired and too hungry to really give a shit about how embarrassed you should be.

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YOU (Today — 01:24 am) — o

hong ew >< (Today — 01:24 am) — u shldve eaten ur dinner

YOU (Today — 01:26 am) — mmmmmmme hungry

hong ew >< (Today — 01:26 am) — ofc u r 💀 — ask one of the unnies to go out w u to get a snack.

hong ew >< (Today — 01:27 am) — i rec going to chaewon-unnie — shes usually too tired to argue at this time (seen)

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huh. not a bad idea, considering who it was coming from.

deciding not to respond to the younger girl–she would most likely complain about ‘being left on seen’ later, once the rest of your members were awake–you leave the chat room, scrolling down your endless list of contacts in search of the one you were looking for.

god, why were there so many kims in the kpop industry?!

fortunately, you find the kim you were looking for relatively quickly.

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💬 — kim mj :P

kim mj :P (one week ago) — eunchae did a tiktok with karina-unnie and chaewon- unnie did a tiktok with me — i asked her about you and she just shrugged T T

YOU (one week ago) — U DID A TIKTOK W CHAEWON-UNNIE??? — why didnt u do it w meeeee

kim mj :P (one week ago) — mys and fearnots wanted to see us together — us as in me and chaewon

YOU (one week ago) — ;/

kim mj :P (one week ago) — look, ynnie, it’s not my fault our fans wanted to see me and chaewon-unnie together. — yn? — yah, are you seriously going to leave me on seen?

YOU (Today — 01:30 am) — unnie com w me to te stre — unnieeeeee ;((((

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nevermind that half of what you sent didn’t make sense. your unnie–especially chaewon–would know what you were trying to say. she always did.

still, she normally would have replied by now. maybe she was asleep? but she had told you that she would be staying at the company to do some catch-up work…

ding! ding!

ah, what was that thing your english teacher had said? ‘speak of the devil and she shall appear’?

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kim mj :P (Today — 01:32 am) — yah, you didn’t speak to me for a week and now you’re demanding i leave my dorm just to go with you to a store? — your members srsly spoil you too much :|

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reading the older girl’s message, you frown. you had just spoken to the girl a few hours ago. what was she talking about?

though you couldn’t deny that she and your members spoiled you. such was the benefit of being one of the maknaes of a group.

ding! ding!

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kim mj :P (Today — 01:33 am) — your spelling is horrible btw — also, it’s 1 in the morning, why are you awake?? go to sleep yn.

YOU (Today — 01:33 am) — h — nn we spk yestdy — whtre u talk abt

kim mj :P (Today — 01:34 am) — ?????? — are you drunk?

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at this point, you were beyond confused. was your leader seriously accusing you of drinking alcohol? it was starting to look more and more like she had been the one drinking alcohol.

that said, her words weren’t as messed up as it would be if she was drunk, not to mention that she had said that was going to be at the company…

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kim mj :P (Today — 01:34 am) — yn you’re a minor you can’t drink — also we did not speak yesterday. i was literally asleep in my room all day yesterday. (seen)

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frowning, you start to type out a message, reporting that you, in fact, did not drink, only to stop upon realizing who you were texting.

“kim mj :P”, not to be mistaken with, “kim mj <3”, from newjeans. “kim mj :P” and not the “kim cw >:(” you thought you were texting.

you weren’t one to curse often, finding such words a little too rude to say normally, but–

“fuck.”

ding!

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hong ew >< (Today — 01:36 am) — i heard that.

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double fuck.

why did the world see fit to torture you like this? first you were hungry, then you woke up eunchae, and now you had texted the wrong person just because of your stupid contact naming system.

it could really not get any worse than it was now.

ding!

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kim mj :P (Today — 01:37 am) — hold on, did u accidentally text me instead of one of your members? — that would explain why our stories aren’t lining up

kim mj :P (Today — 01:38am) — but none of ur — oh — lmfao did u accidentally text me instead of chaewon-unnie?

kim mj :P (Today — 01:39 am) — ig our names are pretty similar — we’re both kim’s. — not to mention that ur names for ur contacts only have the person’s last name, two letters of their first name, and a weird emoticon

kim mj :P (Today — 01:40 am) — wrong kim, yn ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ — have fun going to the store with chaewon-unnie tho (seen)

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it most definitely did get worse.

masterlist.

#sereneres #seren.writes #seren.indulgence #kpop x reader #le sserafim x reader #lesserafim x reader #le sserafim imagines #lesserafim imagines #winter x reader #eunchae x reader #lsfm.yn

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