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the-second-tonks · a day ago
I like superheroes | P.P
Warnings : bullying (a bit) , anything else?
Pairings : In the past - Peter Parker x fem!reader , Flash Thompson x fem!reader (platonic) , Ned x Peter (platonic)
In the present - Dad!Peter x Mom!reader , Dad! Peter x children
Summary : Peter and his daughter Mary were pretty close . When his daughter vents out her frustration of crushing on her bully , Peter revises a chapter of his life to help her .
Key : E/C - eye colour
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"Good night Darlin' " Peter tucked in his angel in the bed , whispering this . Peter was very close to his first daughter and she shared almost everything with Peter . From the outside , he could here a faint voice of Y/N shouting "Anthony Ben Parker , get out of your little lab and go to sleep this instant!!" . He had had a long talk with his daughter , who shared how she was worried and sad that fancied the boy who bullied/teased her . He slowly moved towards the switch , clicked it off and closed the door as quietly as he could . Checking on Anthony jr , he walked over to his room .
On reaching his bedroom door , he pushed it open to see his beautiful wife Y/N , sitting on the bed with a book in her hand . Her beautiful E/C eyes scanned the words of the book as Peter continued to stare at her . "Pete , you're staring ." Y/N spoke , quickly lowering her book and turning her head to face Peter's . He smiled a bit and sat next to her on the bed . "Are Annie and Mary asleep?" Y/N asked , putting her book on the table next to her bed . "Yes. " Peter spoke shortly , a bit lost in his thoughts . "So , had a long talk with Mary ?" Y/N noticed his absent-minded tone . "Yes ." Again , Peter gave a quick answer in the same tone . "And .. ? Is Robert asleep?" Y/N asked peter again , carefully eyeing him this time . "Yes- , what? We don't have a child named Robert ? It's Anthony .." Peter spoke , confused . "Exactly Peter .. where is your mind ? What are you thinking about ? " Y/N asked , concerned . "It's nothing , just that , Mary was talking about a boy whom she fancies ." Peter spoke . "Um-hm , so ..?" Y/N pressed . "So , my dear wife , it's very similar to our love story ! Just , I hope the boy isn't some super hero or something" Peter spoke. Y/N smiled warmly and spoke "I love superheroes and so does she ! go to sleep now , Peter . You have to drop our beloved daughter and son to the school tomorrow. Love you. " Y/N , layed down on her side , switched off the side lamp and went to sleep . But Peter stayed awake , thinking about her daughter and her worries . He wanted his cheerful daughter back and for that , she needed to learn a lesson tomorrow .
The next fresh day , Mary got ready for her school while Annie was watching television . Y/N was quickly packing the lunch box for Mary , who impatiently tapped her foot , waiting for her mother . Y/N quickly handed the lunch box to Mary , who took it quickly , kissed her little sister Annie on the cheek and walked out of the house . Her father and brother were already waiting for her , but strangely enough , they weren't in a car . "How about taking a walk to the school today?" Peter asked . "Sure dad " Mary spoke while putting her lunch box in her bag . "You've never known how me and your mum fell in love and ended up marrying , right?" Peter asked once they had began walking . "Ew dad , I'd never ask that " Anthony spoke . "So , how about me telling it to you now?" Peter asked . "Why not , dad " Maria spoke , no enthusiasm in her voice as she was lost in her thoughts about the boy who bullied her . "Gross " Anthony interrupted . "Tony?!" Peter slightly glared at the boy , who silently murmured a 'continue'. "So , your mother and I studied in your school , same batch too . She and I were never friends ..." Peter continued , lost in his thoughts about the beautiful past of his life .
"Hey Penis Parker !" Flash yelled , followed by roaring laughter from some of his friends AND Y/N . "Be ready for the next prank Parker " Y/N spoke . Peter sat silently on the table with Ned as the group passed . Slowly , he glanced up to meet eyes with his first and the only crush till now , Y/N . She slowly looked down at him , a faint smile tainted accross her face , but the reason behind the smile was either Peter , which was impossible according to him or the teasing from her and Flash , which was possible . She slowly walked with away from his eyesight . She was Flash's bestfriend and their duo was unbeatable . But Peter was fumed with jealousy everytime he used to see him with Y/N to the point that he gave up . He knew he still had a crush on her , but he aslo kept in mind that she was out of her league . She literally was a bully to him and not to say , Peter had fallen hard for his bully . "Dude , you must find some other girl " Ned told this to Peter for the 'i-lost-the-count' times . "I don't know , Ned . I don't think I'll be able to get over her . It was just , when we were not so small , I saw her running around for the basketball , and I fell for her . That's it . I don't know why , but I still like her a lot . " Peter explained .
After a prank which was similar to the juice prank that Y/N had done months ago , school was finally over , and it was time for Peter to use his Spiderman suite he had been excited for . He loved using it. Walking to his house , before he could contemplate properly , he felt an itch . His spider sense told his someone was in trouble near him . Quickly scurrying away from the crowd , he found an empty alley , where he wore his mask and web shooters . His Spidey sense was so strongly indicating the trouble , that he didn't waste time in changing in his clothes ...
Going over to where the trouble was , he saw Y/N fallen on the ground , being surrounded by five men . Although she was trying her best to beat them away , the men were overpowering . Peter immediately lunged forward and webbed all five of them to a pole. He knew he had to run before Y/N recognised his clothes , even though he knew she would've hardly acknowledged his mere presence in the school . He swung away before Y/N could even get up . Being glad that Y/N was safe , he continued his day ...
The next day , he was a bit late . The corridor was empty while he was taking out his materials from the locker , when he heard a voice which made him freeze "uh..hey.. Peter " Y/N spoke , slightly nervous, to Peter's surprise . "Hey , uhm , Y/N " he turned around to face her . She had slight redness on her cheeks which made her look cuter . Just to add , Peter got lost for a second or two until she spoke "Peter , maybe , we could talk for a second ?"her voice slightly echoed . "Sure " Peter replied , gulping . Maybe she had noticed his clothes somehow? "So , how are you ?" She asked . "I'm ... Fine" Peter spoke , confused at the question . "I know we're not friends , don't give that look . But- ok let me come to this straight . Are you Spiderman ?" She spoke . Peter's eyes went wide and he opened his mouth to speak something but he couldn't . Finally finding his voice after few seconds , he spoke "N-no .. w-what makes you t-think so?" Peter was sure that she would point out his clothes or t-shirt specifically but Y/N took him of gaurd by answering "Your shoes . They're the same ones that spiderman wore yesterday and you wear everyday . " Peter choked out "Well , anyone could have same shoes as mine-" . Y/N cutt him off "yeah , with the same ruptured corner and the same stain of the juice prank that me and Flash did on you?" . Peter thought for a second about how come did she know the details about his shoes . But oblivious to him was Y/N's crush on him for years . Her way of showing it was quite different , that was teasing . She had been teasing Peter , literally bullying him to show her crush on him , but instead Flash thought that she hated Peter and included her in his gang.
Peter knew that it was over and so , he confessed "Yes. I'm Spiderman . " He knew that now , she would tell it to whole school and more than half of them will not believe it , making him look like an idiotic git . Not able to speak out that she liked Peter , she spoke "I like superheroes " she simply walked away ...
Even after that day , the unspoken glances , the never-ending teasing continued from Y/N to Peter . Except for the thing , that Peter , after thinking about the line 'i like superheroes' for 39 hours 52 mins and 30 secs , had finally asked her out and now they were dating ...
"that's how we ended up like this" Peter spoke , glancing at his daughter , who looked quite cheerful and full of hope. "But what about your secret?Wow , If she must've revealed it , I would be so famous!" Anthony asked . "Your mom kept it a secret " Peter concluded . Even though , Mary spoke nothing , Peter knew that she had contemplated and understood what he was trying to say . That maybe the boy who bullies her is like her mom . That maybe , his love language was teasing . That maybe , he liked her . That maybe , he was a superhero . But Mary had no problem if he was , because "I like superheroes" as she faintly whispered .
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the-second-tonks · 2 days ago
Hey! May I request a Marvel/LotR ship, please?
I'm 5'5, I have long thick dark hair down to my bum and brown eyes.
I love drawing, painting and reading/studying about new things(mostly poetry&biology). I am very curious and have a true thirst to learn more about this universe.
I also do HIIT pilates and love walking in the nature.
I'm usually the mom friend/smart friend. I'm sensible, jovial, sweet and dutiful. I've always been on the top of my class.
On the flip side I can be too sensitive, extremely private and moody. I am very introverted.
Hi hi !! Sure !
Um- I got two options , Tony or Peter....perhaps....
Tony Stark a.k.a Iron Man :)
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He's going to love your curiousity about everything and maybe he'll buy you books for reading about the universe !
So, you workout too which makes you really fit ! He's gonna love that too !
Taking long walks in the park would be so obvious !
Even in a relationship you both are still going to be keep that friend thing and maybe then , you'll be the mom friend and he'll be like "fine , mom"
He gets your extremely private side and doesn't push you to open up until you do naturally !
About the moody thing , he'll try to cheer you up !
Always , his sarcasm is gonna be there , but he'll make sure not to hurt you !
He'll like how jovial you are !
Every once in a while when you introvert , he'll not disturb you but keep a check on you and your needs !
Overall , a very happy and healthy relationship !
Your bestfriend would be -
Peter Parker , MJ and Ned Leeds
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Ofcourse ! I mean they're going be your group !
Just like MJ , you're a bit closed off but maybe you'll open up to her !
Having regular competitions with Peter on topping the class !
Overall , a nice friendship !
I ship you with -
Legolas :)
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It just felt like calling .. he has a lot of knowledge so , I think you and him would spend hours talking and talking
Long hours of walk in the nature is a must !
He'll really like your dutiful nature !
He might braid your long think hairs !
But your flip side will be dealt by him nicely too !
Overall , a very transformative relationship for you !
Your bestfriend would be -
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Being with him while Legolas is busy and maybe making a bit fun of him too !
He's very going to give you wize advices tho !
Overall a very teaching friendship !
Gif and photo not mine
I hope you liked it !
Thank you for the ask ☺️
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mywldflwers · 2 days ago
Oh, Baby | Chapter Two | P.P
disclaimer: this chapter discusses sexual innuendos/commentary, teenage pregnancy, and inappropriate language.
enjoy an early chapter! i’ll try to post thursday or friday again.
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The following morning, I was awoken with the urge to puke.
A pair of hands helped pull my hair up and away from my face, calmly rubbing my back. Tears blinded my eyes as I tried to get everything out of my system. I felt lightheaded from just having my head bowed.
When I was done emptying my stomach and brushing my teeth, I tiredly leaned into the wall.
“Thanks, MJ.” I whispered as I wiped at my face.
She smiled weakly and sat next to me.
We were silent for many moments. It was almost scary how quiet she was being. I was waiting for her to scold me or even yell at me, but she didn’t say a word.
When I called her over last night, she helped occupy my parents. She told them I was feeling ill from the school’s lunch that day and that it would pass just as it did for the other students at school.
I was eternally grateful for my best friend.
What I really was doing, of course, was taking the pregnancy test she bought in a rush on her way over here.
It told me exactly what I already knew.
“What do I do now?”
MJ cleared her throat as she pondered this question. “We have to take you to a doctor.”
I shook my head. “My parents are just going to find out from the insurance bill.”
"We can go to a clinic. They're private and usually free."
"If they're not free?"
"Then we tell your parents. I'll do it with you if you need me to. We just have to let them know!"
My hand clamped over her mouth quickly, my eyes wide with fear. “Sh! They’ll hear!” I hissed lowly.
She rolled her eyes, pushing my hand off of her. “The sooner they know, the sooner we have more options. Don’t you want those options?”
I felt a pang in my head, my brain practically throbbing against my skull. “I can’t tell them, MJ.”
Her eyes widened at my ludicrous statement. “So, are you going to . . . get rid of it?”
“I—I don’t know. I just know I can’t fathom the idea of disappointing them. My mom will just—just die. This could kill her. Oh. Oh my, God! My dad will kill Peter. He’s going to kill him, MJ, and this baby will be fatherless! Oh—”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa! Breathe, Y/N.”
Her hands held my arms down as I shook from fear. She did her best to soothe me as I cried again. My head was resting in the crook of her neck by the time I was done violently sobbing.
I sniffled as she played with my hair. “What do I tell Peter?”
She sighed. “You know he’ll support you in any way he can, Y/N. Whatever you want to do, he’ll do it, too.”
That I truly believed.
He’s a great guy. The best, really. In a weird way, I was actually thankful that this was happening with someone like him. In whatever way he could, he’d make sure I was okay and I was comfortable. Peter loves me enough to fix anything if I asked him, too.
“We should get ready for school,” she murmured.
I removed myself off of her and pushed myself up to stand. I didn’t say anything as I made my way out of the small room to get into mine.
The two of us got dressed quickly and quietly. It must have seemed strange, because there was a gentle knock on the door.
I dragged my feet over to get it open.
“Are you two okay? Do you still feel sick? I thought I heard you two in the bathroom again earlier.” My mother held a steaming mug and a box of what seemed to be crackers.
I tried to smile as I put down her offerings. “It’s okay, just an upset stomach again.”
“Wanna stay home? I don’t think anyone would mind too much.”
“I can’t, Mom. It’s our first day of lessons, I need to be there.”
MJ peeped up from behind me. “I could pick up notes from Peter and Ned. We all share some classes with you.”
My mom smiled brightly at the girl. “See? Our MJ has your back.”
As much as I wanted to stay in bed and somehow crawl away from the impending doom waiting for me outside, I couldn’t. I needed to speak with Peter as soon as possible. He would know exactly what to say and how to fix this.
“It’s okay, Mom. Besides, I have my internship after school. I’m just lucky they were willing to work around my school schedule.”
She chuckled and pulled me into her arms. “They’d be idiots if they had said no.”
When she held me for a while longer, I felt myself yearning to fall apart. I wanted to cry and beg my mommy to help me. She would take care of this and me better than my boyfriend, despite his sweet personality and thoughtfulness. She was practically a hero without the suit. This woman was the sole reason for my own ambition and bravery.
But I couldn’t go to her. Not anymore.
“I love you, Mom.” My voice was hoarse, but she didn’t comment on it.
She squeezed me once before holding me at arms length. “I love you, too, Bunny.”
MJ and I did our best to hurry out of the building as fast as possible after that. My heart was nearly pounding out of my chest, begging to burst and implode from the amount of stress I was enduring.
When the two of us made it outside, I was surprised to find Peter not there. I even waited about five minutes, but the only one who showed up was Ned.
“Hey!” I called to him as he crossed the street. “Have you seen Peter?”
“No, I waited for him by my building, but figured he had come here instead.”
I sighed, but pulled out my phone that I hardly seemed to use since the summer. When I found his contact under one of his many pet names, I dialed his number.
It rang for a long while before I was sent to voicemail. I gave it another shot, but accepted defeat when it was to no prevail.
“That’s great,” MJ huffed. “Of all fucking days, Parker can’t pick up his phone.”
“It’s fine, M—”
“No, it’s not! You have to talk to him now.”
Ned rose his arms in question. “Whoa, what’s going on?”
My eyes widened. “I . . . I just have to talk to him about something.”
He frowned. “You can tell me if something happened. I won’t tell anyone, you know that. Besides, you look like you’re ready to collapse.”
God, I couldn’t even think about saying it out loud. The way my stomach lurched at the idea made me clamp my mouth shut, afraid I’d vomit all over his shoes. I gave MJ a hopeless look to which she sighed at.
“Once she tells him, she’ll tell you.”
I watched his face filter through his thoughts and when his eyes widened, I turned away in embarrassment. I could feel his eyes staring at me intensely to which I had no words for.
It seemed to not have taken long for him to filter through the options.
“Let’s go,” I mumbled, looking down as I walked past him.
The three of us were quiet the rest of the way. It was odd to feel so glum when the city looked so beautiful so early this morning. Despite the whir of the cars and train just above, I could hear the birds. They sang softly, but I appreciated it.
When I stared up at the clouds, I placed a hesitant hand on my stomach. I nearly shivered from the idea of something growing inside me faster than I could possibly fathom.
“You okay?” MJ whispered.
I only shrugged.
We finally arrived to school about ten minutes before the bell rang. I tried to rush into the crowd, but I was held back by MJ’s surprisingly strong grip. I sent her a scowl, but she only rolled her eyes.
“You’re going to get dizzy if you try it.”
I wanted to prove her wrong. I could do it and act as if nothing was happening. I could behave the way my other peers were. I would be normal again and completely ignorant to the situation.
But then I looked back into the crowd and swallowed the lump in my throat.
I was in no condition to be in such a fast paced environment when I was so easily sick. I got a headache just watching them zoom by.
Ned waited for the traffic to calm down with us, still incredibly silent from earlier. He wouldn’t look up from his shoes which only made me nervous. He was never one to keep his opinions to himself, especially when this particular thing revolved around a life changing topic. But there he was. I was almost afraid he was going to scold me, too. And then I remembered he was Ned. He’d do his best to make sure I was okay before giving me advice that would ease my restless heart.
Just as we were about to disperse and get to class, our attention was caught by the squeaking of sneakers against the tiled floors. The three of us shared confused looks until a flustered boy with floppy hair came to view.
I sighed in relief. “Oh, Pete!”
He smiled glamorously before trying to flatten his now puffy curls. “Hey, honey! I’m so sorry, but there was this crazy robbery at like two in morning and by the time I was done, I was obviously exhausted and I went home to try to get some sleep, but I ended up sleeping in! Go figure.”
Seeing his carefree features quite nearly crushed me. He wasn’t stressed about anything besides his Spider-man issues, because he had finally been able to somehow balance his separate lives. I couldn’t spring something so life altering onto him right now. Especially not when he must have been so exhausted still.
MJ cleared her throat. “Ned and I have to get to homeroom. See ya.”
And with that, she was dragging Ned with her who didn’t bother saying anything.
“Why don’t you go home to rest?” I murmured, leaning my hand against his face to caress his cheekbone with my thumb.
He almost immediately leaned into my touch and draped his hand over mine. “Isn’t that a bit irresponsible of me considering it’s the second day?”
“Hardly, Spidey.”
We both chuckled together. He seemed to think about my suggestion, but he shrugged a moment later.
“If you come with me, I’ll consider it.”
I sent him a look to which he sighed at.
“Please? We’ll just cuddle and sleep all day! Maybe some other stuff later, but for now—”
My face flushed profusely at his boldness. Despite our sex life being quite regular considering the amount of times he was left alone, it was still new in our relationship. In a comfortable environment, we were able to talk about our sexual relations easily, but being in the out and open in the school hallway was a bit embarrassing.
When he noticed this, he smiled shyly.
“That was pretty forward of me, I’m sorry.”
“No, no, it’s not that. I just. . . Actually, let’s go.”
His eyes widened. “Really?”
I nodded. “I haven’t been feeling the best.”
“What? What’s wrong? We can go get some medicine at the corner store? Some soup, too?”
My heart fluttered at his caring nature. I ended up wrapping an arm around his torso to which he maneuvered his arm over my shoulders. I rested my head onto his chest, holding him closely.
“I love you, Peter.”
He relaxed. “I love you, too. C’mon, let’s head out before someone catches us.”
We somehow made it past the security officer whom was too indulged in his comics to find us interesting.
By the time we made it to the corner store, we were conversing about his time spent at the Avenger’s Tower. He was gushing over all the equipment Tony Stark had. I thought it was cute how excited he got over his first interaction with vibranium. I was also intrigued with the information he was giving me, considering I helped Peter with the engineering on his suit before. He went on about his web shooters now having these amazing new features.
"I cannot wait for you to visit the tower one of these days! Mr. Stark says you're more than welcome considering he looked into your grades and the work you’ve done for the newspaper as well as your internship so he was very impressed.”
Great. I’m going to be letting down a complete stranger now, too.
I forced a smile though and shook my head to feign some sort of disbelief. “Wow, what a big stalker.”
Peter laughed easily, too engrossed into his story. “Totally. I’m sure he has your social down, too. And your parents’ and Miles’.”
He continued on and on about the brilliant Tony Stark as we made it back to his apartment, hand in hand as usual. I would’ve held at least of one of the two bags, but he was adamant enough to hold them both with his one free hand. I guess it wasn’t much of a hassle for him considering he could lift a bus with the same one.
Eventually, we made it inside where I almost immediately felt a wave of nausea slam into me. I stood at the doorway nervously as I eyed the kitchen around me.
Something smelled fishy. Literally.
“Peter?” I whispered, interrupting his small rant about the argument he got into with Tony discussing the realistic properties of the quantum theory. “Did Aunt May make fish? Tapia, specifically?”
He pursed his lips before nodding. “Yeah, last night. We threw it out, I don’t think she cooked it right. Why?”
I kept my mouth shut and my eyes closed as I tried to ease the pain. After inhaling deeply, I spoke slowly. “I need you to take out the trash, please.”
Peter froze, his eyes locking on the garbage can that sat about two to three feet from me. Hesitantly, he made his way over to close the bag before pulling it out. When he excused himself, I tried to breathe slowly through my nose. It worked a bit, but I could still smell the rotting meal.
When he came, his hand rested against my forehead. “You seem warm.”
I swallowed the lump in my throat, clearing it as I shook my head. “I’m just—I’m okay.”
“Y/N, you’re clearly not fine. Let’s go have you lay down.”
Before I could protest, I was already being swept away. Not literally, thankfully, because I think Peter was smart enough to know I’d probably end up throwing up all over the place. When we entered his bedroom, he helped me get out of my school clothes almost immediately. His cool fingers grazed against my heated skin and I was internally grateful.
When he pulled his shirt over my head, he helped me get under the covers. I nuzzled my head into my favorite pillow he owned and he massaged my scalp as I got comfortable.
“I’ll go make that soup. I want you to try to eat just a bit before you fall asleep.”
He held up his hand, his face twisted in confusion. I stayed quiet as his eyes darted around the room. He even went to stand, ready to swing open the door.
“I think May is here.”
“What? No, she would’ve said something when we came in.”
“Then who do I hear?” He frowned.
I was about to ask what he meant, but that thought quickly vanished as I felt my stomach ache. My hands almost immediately began to shake as I pulled myself up to sit.
God, I wanted to just pretend a while longer. If he hadn’t had those special senses of his, I’d get my way. What else did he sense that he didn’t speak up of?
“Peter, sit down.”
He did so easily, sitting at the foot of his bed. “What’s wrong?”
I breathed in deeply, thinking of what to say next. Instead of finding the words, though, I took his hand in mine. As I did this, I watched his expression filter through his emotions. He was definitely anxious, most likely thinking of the worst case scenario. Little did he know, our reality was probably by far the worst one.
I maneuvered his hand and hesitantly placed it over my stomach while simultaneously biting down on my lower lip. My teeth had practically ripped the skin to shreds at this point. Yet, he was still watching me with an unsure look.
“What do you hear in this room, Peter?”
He blinked before glancing around. “Besides the noise outside, I hear our heartbeats and breaths.”
“How many heartbeats do you hear?” My voice had wavered.
His eyes snapped over to me then. He furrowed his thick brows together before looking down at where his hand was placed. He even parted his lips to speak, but was quiet as he continued the contemplate my words.
“You might have to really try to listen. I’m sure it’s not strong right now.”
Peter inhaled sharply, his other hand clenching the bed beneath us. “You . . . You’re—You’re pregnant.”
The words I have yet to even say aloud myself caused me to wince. “Yes.”
I couldn’t hear him breathe after that. My hands shook his shoulders, trying to get him to look up at me. When he did, I noticed the tears welling up in his eyes.
“I am so, so sorry, Peter!” I whimpered, tears of my own already falling down my face. I had been too afraid to even speak any more at this point. He was so still, I was sure he was thinking of every way he could get me out. “I-I never meant for any of this to happen.”
His shoulders tensed as he slowly took my hand in his again. “Well, of course not. You’re only fifteen.”
I was confused. “Aren’t you mad?”
“Mad? No. Surprised? Of course. Did you think I would really try to blame you? Y/N, it’s not like you forced me into anything here. We decided to become intimate, because we love one another. Should we have been more careful? Absolutely, but there’s only so much to do about that now.”
With his words circulating into my brain, I felt the uneasiness in my stomach start to subside.
“Why are you so calm?” I asked softly.
He sighed before pursing his lips. “Maybe because it all makes sense now. I felt something off about you for weeks. Now I know why.”
“What was off? I only just started getting sick.”
“Yeah, but it started off with your smell. You always had such a distinctive scent to me and then it went completely off balance. Not in a bad way or anything, I swear! It was just noticeable.” His fingers intertwined themselves with my own. He let his thumb caress my hand before kissing my knuckles gingerly. “Oh! And your heart rate has increased. I noticed it when you sleep.”
My mouth felt dry. “Okay, anything else?”
“Well, usually I know when you’re on your period. You weren’t on schedule this month, despite your irregularities.”
That one caused my face to noticeably burn with embarrassment. He had mentioned something like that to me before, but I made him swear to not bring it up anymore. Not that it wasn’t natural and I was uncomfortable with it, I just wished I had some sense of privacy. He understood, just like he always did.
“Is that all?”
He shook his head before sheepishly adding on more. “Your hormones were a bit off, too. You’d get in the mood at the most random times or change between each emotion in a matter of seconds.”
“That’s not as obvious as the others.”
“No, considering I knew you had to be getting your period at some point and we are in our adolescent stage.”
I only nodded.
“Oh, and yesterday when you smelled the meat from the kitchen? You usually don’t get nauseous when smelling something you don’t enjoy.”
That was pretty clear, too. But to be fair, I didn’t take this symptom into consideration. I was sure it was just trauma from the last time they served that food in the cafeteria. After my mother explained her own symptoms, though, it kind of all just clicked.
All the pieces were falling together in the palms of our hands now.
“Peter,” I murmured. “What do we do?”
He took another deep breath, his eyes squeezing shut. One of his palms rubbed his forehand as he began to visibly stress out. I let him ponder for a moment, his lean figure now pacing back and forth throughout the small room. He was even pulling at his hair.
After a few moments, he exhaled loudly. “Okay, okay. We’re fifteen and sixteen years old. We’re also only in high school with no paying jobs. We’re a bit busy figuring out what we want to do for the rest of our lives, considering you’re involved in an internship and I’m Spider-man.”
I sat quietly, picking at the skin around my finger nails while listening to him ramble.
“We have three options as of now. I’m assuming you’re only about four weeks, so that’s not too bad if we’re looking at terminating the pregnancy. Do—” He looked at me with wide eyes, his body coming to a halt in front of me. I was sure he was listening to the heartbeat again by the look on his face. He slowly got down to his knees, his eyes now strained on my stomach. It was like watching a car crash as his lower lip began to quiver. “We made a small being, Y/N.”
“I know, they’re kinda of making me nauseous all the time.” I tried to fight off the smile forming on my face.
He gave me one of marvelous smiles as he pulled me into a bone crushing hug. I squeaked, patting his back gently.
“Pete?” I choked.
A gasp left his lips as he released me. “I’m so sorry!”
I only smiled, brushing my thumb against his cheek. “It’s okay, love.”
He sighed again, leaning his forehead into mine. I inhaled deeply as he allowed me to share his warmth.
“I never want to pressure you into doing something you don’t want to do, but I will share my thoughts on this if you’ll let me.”
I nodded gently, no words able to leave me.
His hands pulled my own to his chest, keeping them there against his heart. His eyes bored into mine as he tried to find the right words, I could quite literally feel how nervous he was.
“I love you. I’ll love you for the rest of my life and the eternity afterwards. You’re it for me. I could feel it. So, even though we might be too young for this, I want it. I’m all in and I’ll do whatever you need me to if you’re in, too.”
As I processed those words, I felt my eyes well up with tears. I pressed both of my hands to his face and pulled him down to meet my lips. He kissed me back with a force I never felt before, I was sure I was seeing all of the stars and galaxies above.
But I had to pull away to give him a sad smile.
“I know you’re it for me, too. And if you do truly feel this way, you’ll understand that I need some time to think this through. I’m sorry.”
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spider-barness · 3 days ago
DEW DROPS || Peter Parker
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Series Summary: Caitlin Wilson's entire life comes crumbling down when one night mysterious people come to her house and cause a disaster, claiming her mother's life in the process.
Her mother's last words were to get somewhere safe and the only place she could think of was Peter Parker's house.
Now wound up in this strange and dangerous path, Caitlin must uncover what really happened that night and who those people were.
Series Pairing: Peter Parker x OC
Word Count: 1.6k
Taglist: @aurora-cycle-unofficial
A/N: I sometimes forget I have to post every week. I do remember this fic though and I've written many chapters, well 5 to be exact. So you're good for a while.
T/W: angst, fighting, emotional and verbal triggers
Part 4: Birds Of A Feather
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One could always look forward to the coffee shop right outside Caitlin's house. All four of them had disposable cups in their hands, warm in the eerie cold surrounding the hidden room.
"Had you known your mom was Wilson - Nightingale?" Peter asked and she shook her head.
"I think it's her underground name."
"Shut up Ned." Michelle looked at Caitlin with surprise. She hadn't expected her to act this way, so rude.
"My mom could be alive." She half whispered. "She could be alive and she would be expecting me to find her. Oh god Pete what if she's alive. I need to find my mom." Caitlin rambled.
"Kate I really think we should involve the police here. We're way out of our leagues." Michelle commented.
"No!" She immediately reverted, "she asked me for one thing, and if I can't even keep that, fat lot of good I'm doing."
Ned kept his hand on her back and looked at her. "Kate we don't have an option. The police will have better resources than we do."
Peter seemed to be awfully quiet and Caitlin noticed it.
"What are you thinking Pete?" She asked.
He stared at his phone.
"I, I have to go. It's important." Nobody said anything as he left.
A flame would shy away with hair so red, eyes so green a forest would bow to them. Mary Jane Watson had what one might refer to as a wave of confidence no one might compete with.
So where was Mary Jane and most importantly, what tied her to Caitlin?
Peyton had been working on finding Mary Jane for the better half of day now. He hadn't found much on Michelle and Ned. Stella seemed to be just as normal, which was far too peculiar. Peter however, had a past, dead parents, dead uncle, perfect student. He also seemed to be closest to Caitlin until last year. What happened last year? Did this give him motive to target the Wilson family?
He knew he had to approach the brown haired boy without anybody finding out. Which would be difficult since finding him alone was proving to be difficult and whenever he was, Peyton had no idea where he'd vanish.
Peyton scanned his notes, figuring out what to do. He blankly stared for a while then frustratedly threw away the notebook.
"Peytato what's wrong?" Bree entered, her blue eyes looking at the torn pages as she picked them up.
Peyton masked a smile immediately and turned to her, "Bree, everything's fine, why would you think something's wrong?"
"I'm not a kid, you know," Peyton chuckled, "I understand when you're sad or when you're angry."
He took her on his lap and ruffled her hair, "do you now?" She nodded enthusiastically, "Okay then, how about we make me a sandwich to cheer me up?"
Brianna jumped off and ran out the door giggling.
Peyton looked at his notebook once again, checked the screen of his computer and walked towards the kitchen.
To May's surprise, she found herself skimming medical records. She had never done this before and wasn't planning on doing it again either.
Among thousands of records she tried searching for Caitlin's. She had visited the hospital a couple of times; stitches, high fevers, broken hands, there should be some record.
May Parker found nothing on Caitlin no matter how many times she looked. She too let out a frustrated sigh.
Webbing hung low from a tree. A man was tied upside down at its end. He kept struggling but to no avail. Web fluid also stuck to his mouth, preventing him from screaming.
"What do you know about Stella Wilson?" Spider-Man demanded. The man struggled further, his brown hair falling off of his face. "Tell me!"
The man gave him a ridiculed look and shifted his eyes to his mouth.
"Oh yes, sorry." Peter stumbled forward, hastily removing the webbing off his face. He grumbled, making his voice heavier again.
"Never met Deadpool before," the man laughed, "had they told me he was a little boy I would have never believed them. Oh well, I was wrong."
"It's Spider-Man."
"Okay then Spider-Boy, why is the web slinger of New York looking for The Nightingale? Did he get along with the wrong crowd?" He mocked.
"Why do they call her The Nightingale? Who is she?" Peter ignored the remarks he was spouting and tried concentrating on what he was here for.
"What do you know of the Nightingale? Not many call her by her real name."
"I ask the questions sir, so answer them please."
Peter jumped to a nearby tree, hanging from its branch, waiting for the man revert.
"What do you know of the Nightingale?" He repeated.
"The nightingale is a songbird, specifically singing melodies of love I believe-"
"Not the bird," he struggled a bit, and then seemed to hesitate bringing out the words. "Stella, what do you know about her and why do you want to know about her. I hope you didn't get into some messed up shit superboy-"
"It's Spider-Boy, Man, it's Spider-Man." He swore internally. "What I know want with her is for me to know."
The man rolled his eyes. He lifted his head a little, or atleast tried to. Gravity wasn't exactly on his side. "Fine. The Nightingale is known for- oh wait what do I get for it."
Peter kicked stones in frustration.
"What do you want?"
"I've got some stuff in my bag, I take it with me."
"Nice try sir, why would I do that?"
"Just look."
Peter scuffled through the bag to find a bunch of toys. From remote control cars to dolls.
"You're stealing toys from kids. That's not very nice, you know. Children cry a lot."
"No it's not ethical?"
"Yes, that too. You shouldn't steal from children, it's not ethical and why would you anyways?"
"I didn't steal them from kids. I stole them for kids." His face was very much red now. The blood boiling up to his head. "Can you, could you let me down please. I'll tell you everything, keep me tied up I don't care. My children need those toys and well this whole hanging upside down thing is giving me a headache."
Spider-Man stumbled forward, cutting the rope loose as the man dropped down heavily.
"Oops sorry." He stepped forward. "I mean, tell me everything you know." He stopped for a second, helping the man up. "I'm sure your children will love these toys."
His feet were still tied and his hands were uncomfortably hung behind him.
"Thanks kid. Okay, The Nightingale isn't one you should mess with-"
"You've said that in many different ways you know, tell me something else."
"Let me finish. She is ruthless, doesn't care what loss one has to face in order to achieve her goals. All that matters to her is she herself." That sounded nothing like the Stella Wilson Peter had grown to know. Caitlin's mother to him, was kind, loving and couldn't bear to kill even a bug. "She leads the Watch. It's an underground group-"
"A mob you mean."
"Yes," he rolled his eyes, "a mob. She's got many killed, but as far as I've heard, she has never held a weapon against anyone. She has connections everywhere, even inside the avengers tower." Peter's eyes widened, not that the man could see. "She has power and money, so nobody wants to mess with her. Those who do, however, things do not end well for them. I've seen gangs burn to nothing. I don't know how she does or where you can find her, but this is all I know about her."
"Thank you sir." Peter nodded and cut the bindings. "You know, getting a job is much better than stealing and working with mobs. You've got kids, be there for them as a good example."
He nodded, not really agreeing with him. "Listen kid, whatever you've gotten yourself into, get out of it fast. Be the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, don't get involved in this."
Peter didn't reply as the man walked away, out sight. When he was sure nobody was around he took his mask off.
His hands wiped his face, he sighed and sat down, scouting on the floor. How was he going to tell this to Caitlin without her asking further questions of where he found this information?
Before he could where the mask again he felt someone walk behind him.
"You're Peter Parker." He half whispered.
In front him stood a man no taller than Peter himself. He was wearing a blue shirt that complimented his silver eyes and his hair were hastily set.
"No I'm not, you've got the wrong guy." He said and quickly wore his mask.
"I'm not stupid. I've been looking for you Mr. Parker, I suppose this get up answers my 'where do you vanish to' questions."
"What do you mean?" Peter stood defeated. He was not having a good day.
"I'm looking for Caitlin Wilson. I believe she was a friend of yours. Would you be okay if we could perhaps exchange information. I think we both are looking for whomsoever destroyed the Wilson residence."
"And you are?"
"Peyton Cain." Spider-Man needed all the help he could get, so he webbed the blond up and pulled him towards himself. He shot another web, this one sticking itself to a distant building, and they both swung towards it, him enjoying the cold air and Peyton screaming.
Peter had noticed it, he noticed it a long time back, the moment Caitlin was telling her story. She was lying, and she was damn good at it.
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the-second-tonks · 3 days ago
Could you please write a fluffy imagine about Bruce Banner and his reaction to his teenage daughter being sick? Thank you!
Sure ! Thank you for requesting !!!
Let's not panic ? | Bruce Banner
Warnings : Fluff , panic , mentions of disease , anything else?
Pairings : Dad!Bruce x teenage! daughter!Y/N , Peter Parker x Y/N (platonic , short mention) , Bruce x Tony (platonic) , Uncle!Tony x Y/N (short mention)
Summary : One fine day when Y/N decides to go to a party with her friends , her father Bruce has a hard time
Requested : Yes / No
Gif not mine !
Also to add , this is my first fluff imagine and English is not my first language !
I hope you like it !
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"Friday ! Is Y/N home yet ?" Bruce asked F.R.I.D.A.Y , who replied "No , Mr.Bruce . There's no one home yet " . Tony huffed and banged his pen on the table "Bruce , you're hardly concentrating here. We need your focus!" He spoke . "I am trying Tony , but it's the first time she's gone somewhere without me !" Bruce reasoned . "For the fourth time Bruce , Peter is there with her throughout the evening ! I trust that kid with my life , he won't let anything happen to our Y/N . And Y/N is a teenager now , Bruce . You need to give her some space ! " Tony answered . It wasn't as if Tony didn't care about Y/N. He did dearly , he also had set F.R.I.D.A.Y to notify him if Y/N was home , but Bruce had been going on and on today , more than everyday. Looking around the lab , Tony suddenly spoke "Let's go for a drive , Bruce" he spoke . Without waiting for Bruce's reply , he took him out of the lab . While driving , Bruce had been completely relaxed and seemed to be normal about Y/N when Tony recieved a notification from F.R.I.D.A.Y that Y/N was home . But on returning to the tower , Friday told Bruce that Y/N had made a dash for the washroom as soon as she was home , to vomit .
Later that night , Bruce quickly returned home to find Y/N curled up in her bed , sleeping . Bruce immediately panicked because Y/N wasn't the one to sleep without him being home , she always waited for him . He went to check the dinner first , which Y/N hadn't eaten . He ran to Y/N's room , where Y/N was sleeping peacefully. He pushed open the door "Sweetheart ! Are you alright ?" Bruce yelled . Y/N's eyes jolted open and she turned her head from her pillow to see her dad who was sitting on her level . "Hey dad , if you could not shout?" She spoke weakly . "Oh my god ! What's wrong with you dear ? What happened ? " He whispered , putting his hand on his daughter's forehead to check if she had fever . To Bruce's bit relief , she wasn't burning up . "Dad , I have a headache and a bit sore throat . I am tired too , so I decided to go to sleep " she spoke quietly . "What !!? Oh my god! Is this some kind of big disease ? I know you threw up too ! What if it's Crohns' disease ?! Should we go to the hospital ?! What if it is the reaction of having some Gamma rays in you ?! What if-" before Bruce could go crazy , Y/N interrupted "Dad ! It's not what you're thinking . It's just- , let's not panic and be logical ? I went to the party , I was drunk-" before she could continue , Bruce reacted "you've started drinking ! You're underage !! Oh , ofcourse , spending time with Tony must've taught you this " He yelled . "Dad ! Today was the first time I drank ! It's not due to uncle Tony ,Relax ! I was just trying it and got into the flow. Also , I was literally shouting on top of my voice and dancing . This is why I have sore throat and I'm tired. Also to say , this was the first party I've gone to , and so the party music resulted in a headache ! Well , thank my friend Peter that your daughter is back home and safe " she spoke . Bruce calmed down , but then again ,he began the train of his questions "Do you need anything? You've not even touched the dinner ? Water ? Medicine ? Or maybe-" Bruce was again cut off by Y/N who spoke "Dad , if I'll need anything , I'll ring your phone .. you must go , have some food and take rest ! Afterall you've been working the whole day " she answered . Bruce nodded a bit , unsatisfied but knew his daughter won't budge .
Though Bruce had left , Y/N knew he would come back in 2 mins to check on her . She didn't want her dad to keep checking over her the whole night so that he could have a good sleep . Exactly after 2 mins , Bruce was back , slowly opening the door and peeping in to see Y/N sitting up on her bed and already looking in his direction . "Caught you !" She spoke , smiling at how much her dad cares . "Okay , sorry but are you sure you need nothing? Water ? Food ? Or medi-" Bruce stopped when Y/N smiled with her puppy dog eyes , spread her hands out and spoke "Dad ! I need a big Bruce hug !" She spoke. Bruce smiled a bit , nervous . He had hugged her daughter only twice till now due to his fear of crushing her . The same fear was bugging him right now . "Don't worry dad , I know you won't crush me ! Come on now !!" She whined like a kid . Bruce chuckled and carefully walked over to her , wrapping her thin frame around his hands . He held his delicate prize in a fragile manner . But the comfort his heart and Y/N's soul had got was pure and ideal ..
Still , Bruce did check on Y/N the next day and the next and the next ..
"Dad ! I'm fine , these are not the symptoms of a heart attack !! Let's not panic and be logical?"
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peterbparkerth · 3 days ago
The Cloaked Rose ~Chapter 5~
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*The Cloaked Rose Masterlist*
Summary: What happens when a Psychic Nexus who feels anybody’s energy comes in contact with the Avengers but most importantly someone she thought she’ll never find.
Bucky X OC!Character
Avengers X Platonic!Character
A/N: The main character’s personality is based on myself and she’s not like Wanda just imagine the main character to be a different type of nexus and Wanda being just a witch not a nexus. Also it starts after Thanos dies meaning the falcon and winter soldier time but Tony and the rest are alive and Steve is a Nomad but the government is okay with him since He gave the shield to Sam. John Walker aka the US agent still exists but he’s on the down low. Loki is also an avenger now so chill.
Chapter 5
Alara’s POV
I was happy that Bucky pulled me away from the dance floor as I was very uncomfortable dancing with a stranger.
When Nat left the booth, Bucky sat on the counter chair and I did the same. “Alara” he said and cleared his throat to speak again “you need to stop dancing with strangers, they can be harmful to you. I don’t want anything to happen to you..” he sighed and then continued “You mean so much to me Al, so much ” he then looked at me. I only nodded letting him know I agree with him.
He took a deep breath and after a while he spoke “I care about you Alara, you can say that I even like you”, his confession made me realize my feelings for him. “I care about you too Bucky and trust me I feel the same” I finally said, he smiled at me and held my hand softly. He shouldn’t have touched me because the moment he touched me I felt being in deep pain the pain being too much for me, I looked at Bucky as he knew something was wrong, but before he could say something I ran away from him. “Alara!” I heard everyone call me but I kept running towards my room.
I had no idea when I slept but I woke up in my room in the same dress from last night, I quickly changed into casual clothes but didn’t want to go to the kitchen. Just then Wanda knocked on the door and said “Alara we need to talk about what happened last night”, I sighed and turned to look at her “okay Wanda get in.” She nodded and sat on the edge of the bed, “so why did you leave last night in a hurry. Bucky must be feeling his worst today” she said. I coughed a bit and then told her “When Bucky touched me last night, I felt a lot of pain from him and I thought he was not being truthful to me”.
Wanda nodded and replied “I understand how you feel Alara, but give him a chance if you feel the same way. Maybe it’s your powers telling you to take all that pain away from him”. I looked at her surprised “you think that?” I asked and she nodded smiling. I got out of my room and walked to the kitchen. “Where’s Bucky?” I asked Steve when I walked in the kitchen. “Well morning to you too Al, he’s in the training room” he replied and I ran towards the training room.
I saw Bucky training his shooting skills with Nat and jealousy hit me a lot. I opened the door and ran to Bucky. “Bucky!” I said as I ran to him, he turned around and was immediately hugged by me. He chuckled “Doll, how are you feeling today?” He asked as he hugged me back, “sorry I left without saying anything, I’m sorry” I said but all he did was kiss my forehead to calm me down. “Want to go have breakfast with me love?” He asked me and I blushed as I nodded.
Within a few minutes we were sitting on the dining table having our lunch when suddenly Clint switched on the news, it showed how someone with powers escaped the prison only to get to another dimension. “This is bad” I said, everyone else looked at me needing to know more.
“MTF captured that prisoner after such a hard fight. If he escaped there must be a dangerous reason for it” I said. “What do you mean dangerous?” Loki and Thor asked at the same time and then looked at each other.
Before I could say anything, a portal opened in the middle of the lounge and in came Ryan clearly in stress. “We have a big ass problem Alara” he said, I rolled my eyes and walked to him “Just because Derine escaped, it doesn’t mean the world will end Ry” I said and let him on the couch.
“Who’s Derine and what’s his story?” Peter asked as he got into the lounge “Peter, he is one of the men of Kalike who is just like Hydra but in other dimension” I let him and everyone else know.
“No, he’s not.” Zaire suddenly came to the lounge with other MTF men. I looked at her and smiled “Derine not only work for Kalike but they both are the soldiers of Voltron” she said and I looked at her “Voltron who’s that?” I asked her.
She looked and me and sighed “Voltron is the destroyer of dimensions, the worlds we live in. He’s after Alara’s powers” she answered me. “What does he want from Alara?” Tony asked
“She’s powerful and he just wants to take her powers” Zaire said before she handed Ryan a confidential file and left the lounge. I looked at Bucky “I’m just a psychic that controls the portals” I said.
“If your safety is at stake you should go live somewhere for a while” Natasha said, everyone looked at her “well that’s not a bad idea after all” Sam said and nudged Bucky who then said “I’ll go with her and she can be under my supervision” Steve and the rest smirked at me and I rolled my eyes “I’ll see what’s the easiest way to get you out of here” Tony said and told Friday to look for early flights to any country.
“Dubai will be much better for Miss Alara, Mr Stark.” Friday responded and I sighed then went to my room to pack for Dubai even if I had to leave after a week. Bucky came into my room and said “Doll, don’t worry once everything is safe, I’ll bring you back”. I looked at him and smiled “I trust you Bucky” I said as he hugged me.
Third Person POV
While Alara and Bucky were planning to travel to Dubai, there was someone else who was travelling. But he was travelling dimension to dimension, why? Just for Alara.
Voltron has always seemed to want to control the flow anything that’s different. He never liked different beings, but on the same time he wanted power and superiority amongst others.
“Did you find her?” He asked his men “No sire, we’re unable to find her on earth 242” one of the men said. Voltron got out of his throne like seat and walked out to see the begging faces of the people of earth 242. “Where is Alara Kaymak?!!” He shouted at the captured people.
“She’s not here with us” one of the local men replied, this angered Voltron as he signalled his men to “Kill them” right after he used his powers to tear one of the locals piece by piece. “Find her and bring her to me!!!” He shouted at his men as he went back into his plane.
“Master where should we travel to now?” The plane pilot asked, “Earth 355, you fool!” Voltron growled at he used his powers to throw one of his men from one place to another, just for fun.
As Voltron continue his journey to find Alara, no body questions him “Why Alara?” Well that secret will soon be revealed.
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pickledzemo · 5 days ago
The Life Sentence Masterlist
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Summary: Alexstrasza Novali has been an Avenger since Ultron, the Silver Star herself has been tasked with watching over Baron Zemo as sort of a patrol officer to him. She never thought she'd be babysitting one of the Earth's most dangerous men, especially with having to balance watching over Peter as his chosen mother and being the new surrogate leader to the Avengers after Tony died. It's hard work, but for an Alien, it should be pretty easy, right?
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pickledzemo · 5 days ago
The Life Sentence
Chapter Nineteen: Fit For A Queen
Summary: A wedding can be quite magical, don't you think?
Notes: Thank you so much for reading this! As I said before though, there will be a prequel to this story.
Warnings: SMUT, 18+, traditional values mentioned.
Now this was quite a magical day. A full year later, a few months after Zemo was officially and happily pardoned from the UN, he and Alexstrasza were getting married. A nice summer day in the middle of June. Flowers blooming all over the place, bees were buzzing, and, well, Peter had officially graduated from high school! It all made Alexstrasza so emotional but in the best ways possible.
Everything was so beautiful at the venue the couple chose. It was outside, a nice sunny day so the conditions were absolutely perfect. There were vibrant flowers of bright blues, pinks, and, Zemo's chosen color, purple! 
He was going to be married again so of course he wanted a nice, stylish wedding, but even if he wasn't detail oriented, he knew Alexstrasza would handle that. However, Helmet wanted Alexstrasza to relax. She deserved it after dealing with him for two years. Plus, it was her wedding day, they shouldn't need to worry about all that.
Speaking of, Alexstrasza was in the process of getting ready for the wedding. Her white hair was braided to perfection with small purple flowers braided into her hair as well. She was having a bit of trouble getting into her outfit, they weren't wearing a dress, so Wanda had to help her get into it. 
"Thank you so much, Wanda. I could never have gotten into this thing without you." Alexstrasza laughed a little, hugging Wanda with a smile.
Wanda nodded back at him, fixing up her hair a bit. "Of course, my friend, you've been there for me so much. I just have to return the favor." The Sokovian smiled.
The Silver Star was wearing an all white getup, it looked like a whole different version of her superhero suit. It had her shoulders exposed, a tight v that exposed a bit of her cleavage. Attached to the top was a light cape that just went from her waist to about her ankle. She wore tight leather pants as well as high heeled boots that came up to the top of her shins. 
Alexstrasza truly looked like the goddess Helmut knew them to be.
Now, for Zemo…. He was wearing a dark royal purple velvet suit with a matching vest and a black bow tie. He looked almost as expensive as he actually was.
"You look great, dad!" Peter smiled, dusting off one of Zemo's shoulders. 
Helmut smiled back at Peter, nodding. Peter had become accustomed to calling Helmut his father and, well, he liked it. He was a father figure to him already and now, he and his mother were getting married. Peter was going to eventually.
The Baron quickly got into his position at the end of the isle, sighing out for a moment as he looked around. He had invited some important people from back in Sokovia but everyone else, Alexstrasza knew. It was small though, not too many people and Helmut liked it that way.
"You ready to get wed?" Sam said from behind Helmut, nudging his shoulder a little.
Every man in Helmut's group was wearing a nice black tux with a dark purple bow tie to sort of match with him.
Helmut sighed softly, giving Sam a smile. "Never been more ready." He admitted softly, a soft look on his face. He was completely over the moon that this was even happening. Alexstrasza chose to marry him.
But then 'Here Comes The Bride' started to play and it kind of all blended together from there. Of course, for Helmut and Alexstrasza it was memorable but it was also a lot.
When it started to die down, it was basically the end of the party. And the couple was about to leave for their trip…. To space.
"I love you, Pete! Make sure everything gets cleaned and please check in on the house every so often." Alexstrasza told him, hugging him close.
Peter was going back to his Aunt's house for the entire Summer because their trip would be about a few months.
The young man nodded, "I promise, mom!" He smiled happily, patting Alexstrasza's shoulder for a moment. "Shouldn't you be saying this to Thor…. Or Sam, maybe?"
"I know not to trust them with cleaning, especially Thor." She shivered for a moment before she smiled again, "Bye, sweetie." Alexstrasza waved one last time before she got in the small ship.
The ship wasn't huge but it had more than enough room for herself and Helmut. She quickly got into the navigation dock and set a course for her old planet. It wasn't destroyed but….. Alexstrasza knew something had happened to her people, Thanos kept saying something had. That something was him.
"Hello, Alexstrasza Novali." The ship's AI, Omega, answered in a feminine voice. "Setting a course for Kelvoria on autopilot. You will be there in approximately one and a half days."
Alex nodded, smiling. It was also a chance for Zemo to finally see where she came from. She just hoped the planet didn't look as hopeless as she thought it did.
"Alexstrasza! Come down here!" Helmut's voice yelled as the ship started its course, already hitting the Earth's atmosphere.
The alien sighed, smiling as she rolled her eyes. But they admired the look of space for a moment longer before she climbed down into the bedroom area, surprised by what greeted her.
"Helmut…." Alexstrasza gasped, a light blush appearing on her cheeks.
The Baron was completely naked in their bed, his legs wide open for Alexstrasza. "It's traditional in Sokovia to take care of your wife on your wedding night…. But I want to ask you, if you could take care of me?"
The alien laughed a little and nodded at Helmut, stroking at his thigh for a moment. "I would love to do that, my sweet boy." She whispered, running a hand through his hair. 
Alexstrasza quickly got undressed, Helmut's eyes watching as every new patch of skin was uncovered. Every time he saw them undress, it was like it was the first time all over again. He couldn't believe he was so blessed to see them in their full glory.
And this time, Alexstrasza had a special surprise for Helmet.
Their eyes started to glow and the lines on her forehead, chin, and cheeks started to appear and glow as well. And, as Helmut expected, her tattoos as well. He was even more in awe than before, they were so…. beautiful.
"Good boy…." Alexstrasza smirked, getting on top of him. "What do you say?" She asked with a wink.
Helmut's words were caught in his throat before he remembered. "T-Thank you, mommy." He whispered out, biting his lip.
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peterbarnes · 6 days ago
Summary: Takes place in episode 1 of Loki. You work at the TVA, but everything changes one day when a new variant shows up.
Word Count: 1.2k
A/N: Reposting this b/c last time it didn’t end up in any of the tags and it flopped. Here’s to hoping my account won’t glitch again 🥂
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The TVA halls were always eerily quiet. You used to be uncomfortable making your way through them, constantly looking behind your shoulder. But after being in the agency for- god, you don’t even know how long- it didn’t seem to bother you anymore. At least it didn’t now, as you ran through them, desperately trying to hold onto the piles of documents in your hands.
You didn’t expect to have such a prominent variant case come by you today until Hunter B-15 stormed into your office in full armor.
“Mobius is trying to reason with the variant. Get in there and fix it,” she said, slamming the pile of documents on your desk before turning around and leaving.
“Well, uh, okay then.”
You picked up the documents in front of you, carefully skimming through them before stopping at the first image you saw. It was of a lean man with smooth, pale skin and dark hair that flowed down right above his shoulders. His eyes, however, were what made you stop reading. They had a certain mischievous glint in them, almost a sparkle, even with the somewhat uncertain look on his face.
“No way,” you whispered as you scanned over his face again. “What the hell is the God of Mischief doing here?”
You’ve never run to see a variant before, but you had to see this. Once you reached Mobius’ office, you were completely out of breath, leaning on the pale beige wall beside you. You went to open the door and walk in, but stopped as you heard muffled voices.
“And then the Dark Elves attack the palace, and you think you send them to Thor. But instead, you lead them right to her.”
“I don’t believe you. You’re lying. It’s not true.”
“It is true. That’s the proper flow of time! And it happens again, again, and again because it’s supposed to, because it has to.”
“Where is she?!”
You took a step back from the doors to where you can’t hear, letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You could easily tell Mobius’ voice, it was strong and firm. But the other… you’d never heard a voice that tortured before. It was almost reminiscent of a scared child.
You stepped back towards the door, putting your ear on it.
“You weren’t born to be a king, Loki. You were born to cause pain and suffering and death. That’s how it is, that’s how it was, that’s how it will be.”
“I thought I told you to get in there!” A voice booms from behind you.
You jump, quickly turning around to find B-15 behind you, a stern look on her face.
“S-Sorry, I was about to, I just got distracted-” you squeaked out.
“Move,” she said. You quickly stepped to the side, as she threw open the doors and barged into the room.
“What are you doing?” You heard her say as you peaked into the room behind her.
You’ve seen interrogation rooms plenty of times before, but you’ve never seen a hologram of the Avengers blown up in the middle of it. How do they always look so cool?
“My job. Is it yours to interrupt?” Mobius shot back, eyes glancing to your position by the door. “Oh hey, [Y/N], you working for her department now?”
You snapped out of your thoughts, turning back towards the three of them. And, for the first time since you got there, Loki looked at you, light eyes boring into your own. His expression was stone cold and unreadable, the scared child you’d heard in his voice nowhere to be seen.
“I, um, no, I just wanted to, uh, check out the var- situation. I wanted to check out the situation.” Your words just tumbled out with no coherency, causing heat to rush to your face. Your eyes dropped to the floor quickly, so you didn’t see Loki’s eyebrows slightly raise as he watched you.
“Anyway,” B-15 grumbled, rolling her eyes. “We have a situation.”
“There’s always a situation,” Mobius sighed, before turning to you. “Watch him.”
“Yes, sir,” you said back, giving him a weak salute.
You stepped further into the larger room as Mobius and B-15 made their ways out, the door slamming behind them.
“And who are you?” Loki questioned, crossing his arms.
“Oh,” you let out, surprised he actually talked to you. “I’m [Y/N]. I help Mobius with dangerous variants, but I’m not a field agent, I mostly research sequence violations and do paperwork.”
“Hmm,” he huffed.
There was a long, uncomfortable silence between the two of you. It thickened the air. You wanted to say something, but you didn’t know exactly how to go about a conversation with someone who wasn’t a co-worker.
“Y-You know, I heard what he said to you… about your mom.” You saw his shoulders tense and his face grimace. Okay, [Y/N], maybe not the best first impression. “He didn’t really mean it, though. He’s a nice person, but he’s also a trained agent. If you want answers, the best way to get them is by sparking an emotional reaction. It’s one of the first techniques agents are taught here”
Loki’s brows furrowed as he took in your words.
“That makes sense, I guess,” he said, shrugging. But he still looked incredibly uncomfortable, his arms crossed as if to protect himself as he scanned the unfamiliar room for an escape.
You sighed, walking over to the red chairs and taking a seat right beside him. His eyes no longer had the mischievous glint you saw in the photo- they looked haunted.
“There’s no point in looking for some sort of escape, you’re not gonna find one.”
His eyes snapped towards yours, glaring at you.
“We’ll see about that,” he scoffed. “And when I escape, I’m going to burn this place to the ground.”
“Oh, please, will you stop with all that conquering shit? Just because your life isn’t what you thought it was, doesn’t mean you don’t have a glorious purpose,” you told him, badly emulating his accent towards the end.
“Don’t mock me.” He tried to say intimidatingly, but there was no malice behind it. Instead, he ended up letting out a breathy chuckle.
“You had people that loved you,” you said softly. “I think that’s one of the best things time can give. But I don’t think that’ll ever happen for me here.”
Loki’s eyes trailed over your face, fully taking you in for the first time. He spent a good moment looking at you, at the longing expression on your face.
“How long have you been here?” He asked, his voice matching your softness.
“Too long,” you laughed before rubbing your eyes. “ It could be hundreds of years, thousands? Or maybe even a week, who knows. Time works so differently here”
There was a long beat before he responded. “I’m sure you’ll find someone.”
You smiled at him and you swore you could see the corners of his lips slightly lift.
“If it helps,” Loki started, his voice rising again to its previous grandiose state. “It looks like I’ll be here for a while…” He trailed off, his tone now playful.
You couldn’t help but let out a light laugh at his words. His smirk turned into a full-blown grin at the sound. He couldn’t help but think that he’d happily listen to it for the rest of eternity, even if he had to stay in this hideous beige jumpsuit.
“Maybe, Loki. Maybe.”
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dammitolly · 8 days ago
"Howard" - Masterlist
Chapters: One, Two, Three, Four (coming soon!)
Summary- At the age of 17, Astrid Howard Stark discovers that she is the long lost daughter of genius billionaire playboy philanthropist Tony Stark. After joining him in New York at the avengers tower, she soon meets Peter Parker, not as Astrid Stark, but as Howie Williamson, a 17 year old in Peter's class at Midtown High. Howie is soon placed at a crossroads. Will she risk everything for her friendship with Peter? Or will she give her life to be the daughter her father always wanted?
Authors Note- This is my first fanfic so please be nice!! I'm always willing to take constructive criticism when it comes to my writing, do not be afraid to correct me on any mistakes I might be making <3
Warnings- None so far! There will most likely be smut in later chapters but those will be marked accordingly, and there will always be trigger warnings at the beginning of any chapter that requires them. But if I miss something PLEASE TELL ME
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mywldflwers · 8 days ago
Oh, Baby | Chapter One | P.P
disclaimer: sexual commentary/innuendos. mature audience advised. you can find the series: here
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C H A P T E R 1 : D E S T I N E D
The beginning of the school year started about a month after I came back home. It was hectic, trying to get new supplies and putting together my assignments due the first day while being a participant in the Hartford Editorial Co. internship program.
My first day was the week before school started which was nice, considering I had time to get a feel for what exactly I needed to do. Being the youngest intern meant I needed to prove I had every right to be there just as much as the older teens. It also meant I was the runt of the group who had to deal with some of the less fun things-coffee runs, taking calls and messages, or just running around with paperwork that needed to be transferred to other editors and writers.
The older kids were nicer than I first intended. They tried to help me as much as they could, but were determined to get me to know my place. I respected that, to be honest. I couldn’t just waltz in and attempt to act like I was better than them when they had plenty of experience than me.
“Try to relax, sweetheart. You’re just so young to be piling in on this kind of stress. You’re only fifteen!” My mother exclaimed, pouring me my cup of coffee as I wrote down notes from the island counter of our kitchen.
“Sixteen,” I corrected.
She paused. “Hm?”
“I’ll be sixteen in, like, two months.”
The woman chuckled at that. “You’re fifteen right now. Besides, you could be thirty years old and I’d tell you the same. We weren’t meant to endure this kind of stress.”
I huffed at her words, writing quickly as I noticed the time.
“Maybe you should calm it on the coffee.”
That was enough to get my full attention.
“Mom!” I whined, reaching for my cup from her as she taunted me with it.
“You’re too young to be drinking all this caffeine!”
“It’s all dads fault!”
As if on cue, my father walked into the room with a dumbfounded expression.
“What’s all dads fault?”
My mom cackled at his face, placing down my mug on the counter behind her. “Our daughter’s caffeine addiction.”
“Ah,” he nodded. “I confess.”
“Good, I’ll be sure to include that confession in my therapy appointment at rehab.” I stood from my seat, lunging behind my mother to retrieve my liquid courage.
She hadn’t bothered to fight me for it, instead taking a bite of her slightly burned toast. “The first step to recovery is admitting you have a problem. I’m proud.”
I only shrugged, swiveling around my father as he tried to make his own cup of coffee. I sipped my warm beverage and hurried along the kitchen by gathering my piles of paper into my folders and backpack. My fingers piled up my hair above my head, tying a band around it all. The time was ticking and I was praying I wouldn’t be late my first day of school.
“Gotta go, see you tonight!” I called out to my parents as I threw my bag across my shoulders. My sneakers squeaked against the tiled floor of the kitchen as I rushed to kiss their cheeks goodbye.
“Be safe!” My mom called back.
My dad tried to yell with a mouth full of eggs. “Love you!”
As soon as I rushed into the elevators, I felt slightly light headed. I shook it off, though, noting that it may have been time to start being more active again.
When I made it outside, I was met by my loving boyfriend. He was leaning against the railing with his arms crossed over his chest. He was wearing his brown sweater with a blue flannel underneath. It suited him well.
The early September air was slightly chilly, probably the reason for his outfit, but that was normal for the city.
I lurched forward to drown Peter in a kiss, my arms flinging around his shoulders to steady myself. He laughed against my lips and kept me still against his chest.
“Morning, honey.”
Before I could reply, I heard mock kissing noises and quite prominent gag sounds. I looked over his shoulder to scold our close friends and their childish behavior.
“Very funny, you two.”
“Thank you, we try.” MJ smiled sarcastically. Immediately I noticed her curly hair pinned up in a bun today.
I rolled my eyes but looked back over to my boyfriend to properly greet him. “Good morning, sunshine.”
He grinned. “Ready for our first day?”
“As best as I could be! You?”
“I hope so.” He chuckled once before intertwining our fingers together.
“What about you, two? Did you finish the summer reading?”
Ned snorted. “Duh. This semester, though, I’m focusing on my engineer tech class. How can I be the chair guy for Spider-man when there’s still so much for me to learn!”
“I believe in you, buddy!”
The boy looked at my boyfriend fondly with a hand over his heart.
I rolled my eyes at their antics, but turned to MJ on my side. “How about you, Missy?”
“I already read all the books that were given to us for options, so I picked randomly. It was an easy A.”
My free hand smacked against her palm in a celebratory moment, smiling proudly. “That’s my girl.”
She only smirked before her eyes widened in realization. “Oh, hey, how’s your internship going?”
“Yeah! I heard you’re the youngest one?” Ned asked next.
I sighed, swinging Peter’s and I’s arms together. “It’s okay, but they’re pretty keen on grilling me anytime they get. Perks, I guess.”
Peter pulled me under his arm, holding me close to his side in a swift movement. “Aw, honey, I’m sorry. Anyway I could help?”
“Nah, Pete. It’s just how it is for now.”
“What the hell were you even gonna do?” MJ asked my boyfriend. Her scrunched up eyebrows judged him harshly, as usual. “Go down there and scold them? Tch.”
Ned’s laughter interrupted him. “‘Hey, leave my girlfriend alone!’”
Peter’s face was void as our friends grilled him and I giggled softly. He seemed to have notice my betrayal quite quickly and he pouted at me.
“Babe!” He whined. “Stick up for me!”
I couldn’t help to snort at his tone. But, I cleared my throat anyway and scolded my friends. “Hey, leave my boyfriend alone!”
MJ bursted into laughter at my joke as Ned cracked up harder. I couldn’t not join in.
“Very funny, ha ha.” Peter sighed.
The hallways were cramped as new freshman made their way in, searching for their assigned classes in a frenzy. They pushed and shoved through people, quite impatient to make it to class in time.
When one of them shoved me by the shoulder to get by, I grunted.
“Oh, God, were we this bad?” Ned asks as he watched the scene before us.
“I hope to God not, ‘cause this is bullshit.”
I agreed with MJ silently, tightening my hold on Peter’s hand.
“We have the same first period, right?”
When I nodded, he pulled me by the arm to lead me away. I turned back around to wave at our friends quickly, though.
“Good luck, see you guys at lunch! Text me!”
When Peter and I miraculously made it through the crowd, we found seats in the back. He held my hand to his chest as he asked about my morning.
“You’re mom is right.”
I scrunched up my nose. “Ugh, don’t say that.”
He rolled his eyes as I ended up smiling. “But she is and you know it. You gotta take a load off.”
My arms swiveled around his neck and I nudged my nose against his jawline. I could feel him tense, but I kept my body close to his anyways.
“You can help me destress, right?”
He laughed nervously, rubbing my sides to slowly push me off. “Definitely, but how about after school and not in front of our peers?”
It was my turn to roll my eyes. “As if I was even implying that, Parker. Such a perv.”
His eyes nearly bulged out of his skull. “What?! You’re the one— You—”
I shut him up easily with a kiss.
“You’ve been so mean to me today.” He was pouting now, fingers tightening around my waist.
My eyelashes fluttered at him innocently. “Me? Never.”
“Oh, sure!” He laughed, kissing my forehead now. “Do you have a new body soap?”
“Hm? No, why?”
He shrugged, pushing a piece of my hair behind my ear as he leaned into my neck. His lashes tickled my skin and I giggled, trying to pull away from his tightening grip. I could tell it wasn’t gonna happen, though, as he kept me close to his chest.
“You smell so good. I can’t tell what the flavor of the scent is, though.”
My head leaned back a bit more as he decorated my neck with butterfly kisses. “Pete! Stop, it tickles!”
He did as told with a smile. “Is it a flower? Or maybe a fruit of some sorts?”
I rose an eyebrow. “No, it’s just vanilla. The same one as it always has been.”
“Really? You sure?”
“Yes,” I snorted. “I think I know what I’m washing myself with.”
“I’m just— I don’t know. If I could, I’d spend the class period just smelling you!” He went to tickle my sides as I laughed, hitting at his chest.
“Okay, okay!” I squealed. “Let’s sit, sweetheart.”
By the time we got to lunch, I was exhausted. My arms were holding so many textbooks with countless notes on everything I needed to know about the class and lessons we’d be learning. But, I felt prepared.
“I got you,” A voice murmured from above me and swooped up the mountain of stuff I had.
I looked up at my savior and smiled gratefully. “Thank you.”
Peter kissed my forehead again, leading me towards our seats with an arm around my waist. “How’re your classes?”
When we sat, I waved at our friends. “They’re pretty interesting. A lil complicated, but nothing I can’t handle.”
“You look tired,” MJ muttered as she chomped on her fries.
“MJ,” Peter frowned before I could say anything. He glanced over at me before nodding. “Oh, yeah, she’s right.”
“Jeeze, thanks.”
Ned spoke up with a cheerful tone. “I think you look great, Y/N!”
I felt myself awe at his compliment. “Thank you, Ned.”
“Kiss ass.”
We chatted amongst ourselves for a couple of more minutes, until I smelled something incredibly nauseating. I held my stomach as it churned.
“What the hell is that?” I mumbled.
“Hm? What?” Peter asked as he munched on his turkey and Swiss sandwich that I was sure had tomatoes, too.
“Don’t you smell that?” I whispered, not trusting myself to speak louder.
He looked around the cafeteria, his eyes concentrated to find the culprit.
MJ eyed me suspiciously as she looked around as well.
“The cafeteria is serving sloppy joes,” Ned shrugged.
I almost gagged at his words. “God! Gross! What did they put in it this year? Rancid meat?”
“It smells better than the slop they served last year.”
I glared at my boyfriend and his words, but sighed as the back of my throat practically burned with bile. “I feel sick. Maybe I’ll just go to the library.”
“We’ll go, too!” Peter exclaimed as he scrambled up from his seat.
“No, you guys don’t have—”
Ned smiled, shrugging. He was even quick to sit up with his lunch consisting of a ham and cheese sandwich that I swear I could smell, too. “We don’t mind, Y/N. I wanna check out the new code section, anyways.”
“You sure?”
“Yes, loser, let’s go.” MJ rolled her eyes before grabbing her bag of McDonald’s.
I huffed, but we all gathered the rest of our things to head on out. When we finally reached the library and that detesting smell was finally gone, I sighed happily.
“That was disgusting. You guys weren’t bothered by it?” I asked as I sipped my water.
“No,” Peter chuckled. “Maybe you’re just traumatized from that time Phil Miller pu—”
I gagged. “Shut up!”
“Oh, my God!” MJ laughed, her hands slamming against the table. “I so remember that. It got all over the place!”
My head ached from the momentary visual. I kept my eyes shut as I tried to fight off the queasy feeling.
“Guys,” Ned warned.
I only shook my head, letting him know I was fine for now. “Ugh, I hate that kid.”
“Well, you have a reason to.” MJ snickered, chewing on her nuggets as she reminisced.
“Anyways,” I sighed. “How’re your classes?”
“I actually like my teacher from fourth period. Mr Abbott’s that new chem teacher.”
Peter perked up at that. “Y/N and I have him at the end of day.”
“He’s okay,” MJ shrugged. “Just another male teacher who probably gets paid more than Mel who’s been here for ten years teaching art.”
I nodded at that. “Gotta point there.”
We looked over at one another and spoke in unison. “Capitalism.”
Ned sighed. “You’re probably right. That’s too bad, I like Mel. She used to bring us snacks last year.”
“Ooh, I loved those truffles she brought from France that one time she visited that guy she met over the internet!” Peter exclaimed, his eyes wide in adoration.
“Wasn’t his name Gabriel or something?” I asked as I took a bite from my apple.
MJ shook her head. “I thought Gabriel was the guy from Italy?”
“The guy from Italy was Giovanni. Gabriel was the French guy.”
“Whatever happened to that Toni dude from Italy?”
“She left him for Finn in Germany.”
I pursed my lips. “Why does she still live here if all the guys she goes for are overseas?”
“Something about the love she has for New York. I, on the other hand, would love to head over to Cali. They’re way ahead in the tech world over there.”
Peter shrugged. “I think I’d be okay living here forever. Aunt May and I only have each other.”
My hand stretched outwards to clasp around his. “And me.”
He smiled warmly at that. “And you.”
MJ sighed, her hand scribbling doodles across her new notebook. “I think I’d love to live in the UK or maybe France or Italy, too. Think about the architecture and art.”
“I heard France hates Americans,” Ned pointed out.
That caused her to scowl. “Then we’ll get along perfectly.”
“How about you?” Peter asked me gently. “Do you ever dream about another place to live?”
I shook my head once. “I’m okay with the vacations to other places. This is my home.”
We shared a smile again, but continued the rest of our lunch talking about the teachers we still had to meet. I was slightly nervous when it was time to part again, but Peter reassured me that time would only fly by until the end of the day. I don’t know why I felt so attached to him today, considering I felt excited the night before to see the curriculums.
Watching him walk away almost made me tear up, but I snapped myself out of it with a pinch.
Like I assumed, it went by easily. I was in love with the syllabus in almost all of my classes, excited to get to learn about the multiple lessons. Although Chemistry wasn’t always my strong suit and I always needed Peter to help me study more, I was excited to see such an enthusiastic teacher. Mr Abbott was a good addition to the staff.
“I’m exhausted!” Peter yawned as we walked hand in hand outdoors. He was holding my extra set of notebooks in his other hand like the gentleman he was.
I was extremely tired, too. It felt like I was ready to collapse at any moment. My eyelids had even been a big droopy.
“Let’s take a nap when we head over to your place?” I could feel the excitement running through me at the idea of his comforter.
He gave me his boyish smile that I adored so much it ached my throbbing heart. “Yes, please.”
The walk wasn’t too long as he made sure to pull me when I started to fall behind. When my head finally hit the pillow, my eyes shut for the next couple of hours. It felt like I had a full nights rest by the time I woke up, I felt slightly energetic. I moved to sit up, but was jolted back into a warm body.
“Pete,” I whined, struggling to move. His body heat started to become almost suffocating. “I need to pee.”
He grunted, but moved his arm easily.
I sighed gratefully and hurried over to the bathroom across the hall. After finishing my business, I started to make my way back to Peter’s room. While I stood underneath his doorway, I admired the way his body twisted with his duvet. His bare torso was incredibly defined as he moved around, rubbing his eyes tiredly.
Sometimes I was grateful towards that spider.
I leaned against the wall as he woke up, blinking tiredly at the ceiling.
“You’re a creep,” his hoarse voice called out. “A cute creep, though.”
The smile on my face widened as he looked over at me. “I can’t help it. You just look good, baby.”
His eyebrows lifted at the nickname I used solely for certain activities. I watched the way his eyes trailed down my frame that was only dressed in one of his t-shirts. It barely reached mid thigh, but there was nothing he hadn’t seen before.
“Aunt May isn’t home early?” he asked slowly.
“I could’ve sworn I heard someone else. . .”
I shook my head slowly as I smirked. “Just us.”
His eyes glazed over immediately. He sat up with his forearms and nodded me over. “C’mere.”
That made me smile excitedly and I hurried on over.
When our festivities ended and we were out of breath, his arm held me close to him again. I was trying to relax my racing heart, but being so close to him made it difficult. His nose nudged against my neck, inhaling me deeply.
“God, how do you still smell so good after breaking a sweat?” he asked as his lips attacked my skin.
I sighed happily as he wrapped me in his arms. “I dunno, but thank you greatly.”
“No, thank you.”
I giggled at his flirtatious tone, kissing him deeply. “I gotta get ready.”
“Sweetheart, my parents wanted me home for dinner.”
He grumbled grumpily and held me tightly for a long moment. “I can’t wait until you don’t have to go. You’ll just stay here and let me love you all night.”
That idea almost brought me to tears. I clung to him, soaking in our moment.
“I love you, Peter.”
I felt him kiss my forehead softly. “And I love you.”
Eventually we got up to dress ourselves. When I wore the clothes I left my house in, I was ready to get going.
“Oh! My parents asked you for dinner next Saturday since my grandmother is coming. You think you could take a break, Spidey?”
He chuckled. “Yes, I’ll make time for you anytime.”
I rose an eyebrow at that. We both knew he wasn’t the most reliable nowadays. Not that I blamed him all the time, but it would be nice to count on my boyfriend when need be.
“Okay, but I’ll be there this time!”
My arms crossed over my chest.
His head fell in defeat. “I’ll try to be there. Let them know that Mr Stark has this important competition for the interns and that I’ll just die if I don’t win.”
“Not a bad lie.” I nodded my head in recognition.
“I hate to do it, but you know I have to.”
“I know, Pete.”
We kept our hands intertwined as we walked over to my apartment building. It was only about two blocks over, which made it easy to see one another.
When I kissed him goodnight, I made my way up the elevators and inside to be greeted by my father who was concentrated on getting something connected to the T.V.
“Hey, Dad.” I called out to him as I carried my bag to the island.
“Hey, Bunny! Come check out what I’m doin’.”
I chuckled, but headed over to him with my arms over my chest. “What’s up?”
“These are your baby videos! Chrissy, come here!”
My mom hurried into the room with her hair up in a ponytail and an avocado mask smeared around her face. Her eyes were wide as she stared at the screen.
“It’s Miles and Y/N.”
“Little people versions, but yeah.” I nodded as I inspected the scene unfolding in the video.
Her hands clasped over her heart in awe. “Look how small my babies were!”
My dad smiled fondly at her. “Weren’t they adorable?”
“Oh, you know what I mean, Bunny.”
I mumbled underneath my breath, but sat on the couch as I watched the videos. My mother got close next to me, her eyes watering as she watched the clips. My dad sat on the other side of me, his arm over my shoulders.
“I can’t wait to see my other baby. Do you know when he’s coming home?” My mom sniffled at me.
“Mom, he just left for college two weeks ago.”
“That’s such a long time!” She wailed.
I stifled a laugh as her mask began to slip down her face. My dad flicked the back of my head before telling her to wash up.
When she left, he and I giggled together.
We turned our attention back to the TV and my dad made a few comments as he explained where we were. He then switched out the tape with another one he dated back to the year I was born. By the time it was playing, my mom made back it back.
She gasped excitedly. “Oh, Y/N, look! This is the day I took the pregnancy test! We adopted Miles only a month before and we were still trying to transition him as smoothly as possible, but I knew something was going on. Isn’t the universe crazy, John?”
“What do you mean you knew something was going on?” I asked her as I watched her past self show the camera two lines on her test. My stomach churned just watching her cry happy tears in the video.
“Oh, I was so tired all the time and nauseous! For a month, I could hardly stand the smell of some things. It was awful. Obviously, I missed my period, but I was always a bit off schedule. Babe, remember my meat phase?”
While her and my father talked about their infertility issues, I let my mother’s previous words sink in. It was like everything had been happening in slow motion as my parents laughed together and the sound of the TV flooded the background in a blurred noise. I stood up shakily, whispering that I needed to use the bathroom.
When I shut the bathroom door behind me, my hands pulled out my phone to check the date. I couldn’t even get my hands to stop shaking.
“Fuck,” I hissed.
I was two and a half weeks late.
Usually I’d be a week or a few days behind, but never this long. I couldn’t blame my irregular schedule this time. Especially since I knew exactly what mistake I made just a month ago. The nervousness I could feel in my stomach was enough to get me to throw up, coughing up any remains into the toilet as tears streamed down my face.
After I finished, the tears only continued.
I choked on my silent sobs as I scrambled to look for a specific name in my phone. When she picked up on the second ring, her voice called out from the speaker.
“Y/N? What’s wrong?”
My long silence caused her to repeat herself. When I found the courage to speak, I whispered into the mic.
“MJ, I need your help.”
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blueathens · 9 days ago
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For my Dusk Till Dawn series
Firstly, if you haven’t read this yet, you should know that this series is going to be an endlessly long series that happens in the Marvel crossed X-Men world following OC characters.
Second of all I know that I’m only on Iron Man (Act One) on Tumblr, but I am also writing Act 2 now (14/06/21) which happens between Iron Man 1 and Iron Man 2, following the proper start of Blue Stark, who for the people who’s already reading this knows she isn’t ‘normal...’
I was planning to make Blue Stark end up with Peter Maximoff (most likely), and I just wanted to state that as the story goes on Peter’s character will mature more (he will have still have the same characteristics but he’ll be more mature (if that makes sense)). The reason for this is so it can fit in with my ideas and because of certain events that will happen in the story, and he will have a healthy relationship with Blue.
Third of all I’m going to need you’re help with ideas as this story goes on.
You could come up with ideas you want to see in my story
I’m going to need help making up villains (In Act 2 there be a villain called Vex Schlect). And this help could be you creating a full on character profile, or the name of villain, motive for crime etc. The villains could be anything and they don’t have to be ‘super’ villains. They could be serial killers, kidnappers etc. (This reason will be more understandable as the story goes on, but there is a hint in Act 2).
You could also say what villains you want to see in my series that appear in the comics, or things that happen in the comics that you want to see. (E.g. Bucky and Nats relationship will make an appearance in my series as they deserve more recognition).
Obviously I can’t guarantee all your ideas will appear, but I will try and make them happen and fit them into the series.
Ideas may come as the story goes on.
You could send these ideas through the comments, message me on here, or request them in any way you’ll like.
I just kinda want you guys to be involved with the story in any way possible.
Any idea you have send it my wayyyy.
All ideas will be credited to you for a thank you for your brilliant ideas.
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peterbparkerth · 9 days ago
The Cloaked Rose -Chapter 4-
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Summary: What happens when a Psychic Nexus who feels anybody’s energy comes in contact with the Avengers but most importantly someone she thought she’ll never find.
Bucky X OC!Character
Avengers X Platonic!Character
A/N: The main character’s personality is based on myself and she’s not like Wanda just imagine the main character to be a different type of nexus and Wanda being just a witch not a nexus. Also it starts after Thanos dies meaning the falcon and winter soldier time but Tony and the rest are alive and Steve is a Nomad but the government is okay with him since He gave the shield to Sam. John Walker aka the US agent still exists but he’s on the down low. Loki is also an avenger now so chill.
Chapter 4
Alara’s POV
I had arrived at the compound, tony was there to receive me along with Steve, they were talking about something I couldn’t understand. “What are you old people talking about?” I ask them making tony look at me and roll his eyes.
“Hydra, they are also on the look out for the super soldier serum” Steve said, I nod and walk inside with them.
Everyone turns to look at us and Wanda walks up to me to hug me “Alara we missed you” Nat says as my luggage gets to the main floor. “So what happened?” Wanda asked me but all I could think was Bucky, he didn’t message me in the morning like he said he will.
“Alara!” Wanda said loudly, I got out of the thought and smile at her “sorry I was thinking about something” I said apologetically and she smiled widely “it’s fine Al, do you want my help to unpack your things?” She added as we get to my room.
“Thank you Wanda but I’m alright” I replied as I unzipped my luggage. It took me a while to get my things unpack and settle in before I walked down to the kitchen, on the way there Maria passes me a phone and I looked at her confused.
“Hello?” I say as I place the phone on my ear
“Hey beanbag” I hear Bucky on the other hand and I couldn’t stop chuckling at him
“I miss you” I finally tell him, feeling my heart beat even faster. For a minute there was a silence before I heard him speak again, “I’ll be back too love”.
Just then I heard sam’s voice telling them they have to go so we said our goodbyes and he ended the call. I kept smiling as I walked into the kitchen and made my cereal.
“So you talked to Bucky huh?” I heard Wanda say “you’re thinking about him” she added and I nodded as I took a bite of the cereal. “Are they coming soon?” Nat asked as she entered the kitchen. “Yeah soon” I replied.
We talked for a while more before taking out food to the lounge and eat. I wasn’t paying attention to the conversation, all I was thinking about was Bucky; then I realised something. I was falling in love with him and it’s terrifying.
Third Person POV
Many days has passed since Alara and Bucky talked and it was the last day of Bucky and Sam’s mission as they had just defeated Karli and her gang.
“Let’s go back home” Bucky said as he and Sam arrived at Sarah’s place, Sam looked at Bucky and smirked “so you’re saying you’re missing Alara”, Bucky chuckled and replied “no I.. can you stop” Sam rolls his eyes as they walk down to the main door after getting their bags. They said their goodbyes to Sarah and the kids and promised to meet them again.
They were on their way to the compound when Bucky got a message from Alara, telling him she’s glad he and Sam are coming back. He did reply back this time but with a flower emoji only.
This confused Alara because Bucky was never the one to send emoji, how did he even learned how to use them.
The moment everyone saw the quinjet land on the ground they all went down to greet them. As soon as Bucky saw Alara, he went to hug her and she shyly hugged him back. “Since when are you to not trying to kill each other?” Tony said in his sarcastic tone making both Alara and Bucky chuckle.
“Well things change” Bucky said as Wanda tried to read his mind. As they all went inside Tony announced that he’s throwing a party to welcome Morgan into the world. Bucky looked at Alara from a far and she looked back at him and smiled.
But they have no clue how the party might change their future. Alara and Wanda along with Nat went to shop for some dresses. They returned after few hours and as the party was about to start they quickly got dressed and walked down, wanda walked towards vision while Nat went to the bar leaving Alara alone in the hallway, she walked towards the sitting area when suddenly a man came to her and asked her for a dance.
She accepted the request not knowing what else to do. He led her to dance floor and as she was dancing she felt Bucky stare at her, Bucky on the other hand was staring at her; his anger was about to get the best of him as he got off the sofa and walked to the dance floor.
He pulled Alara away from the man and whispered in her ear “I need to talk to you about something Al”, this made Alara’s heart beat faster as she held his hand as he led her to the bar. Nat saw them approaching and Bucky nodded at her signaling her about something, that made Nat leave the bar for a bit.
Will this night change everything for Alara and Bucky?
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kelieah · 10 days ago
Hi!! i saw your requests were open so, could you write some Peter x Stark!reader, where every time Tony sees them together they are always like making out or smth, so he gets kinda mad, but the one they he finally sees them doing smth really cute and fluffy. Thanks!! Love your writing btw.
he loves you too (peter parker x stark!reader)
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word count: 0.5k
warnings: fluff, language, steamy kisses and, touches, tony being an annoying dick, peter being an awkward dork
a/n: haven't written a stark fic in a hot minute haha, love this cliche concept. also going to make this a headcanon because yea and thank you!
peter parker masterlist
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you're his kid
and you're just like him
which he hated and loved
but your boy crazy phase
it killed him
or shall i say is killing him
because ever since the spider kid decided to join the avengers and stay at the facility
peter parker was the last kid your dad expected you to date
or fuck
he thought you liked the cliche bad boy fuckers
but of course, you proved him wrong
especially when he walked in on you and peter for the first time
a year after peter moved in
you were straddling peter's lap as he sat on your bed
your arms lazily placed on his shoulders as your lips were connected and moving with his
peter's hand dangerously close to your ass
"now, what the actual flying fuck," your dad raised his voice at the both of you
"come on," you groaned and climbed off of peter's lap, standing while turning to your dad
he raised an eyebrow at you and you simply crossed your arms, "well?"
"did you need something?" you retorted, the sass almost giving your poor billionaire father whiplash
peter awkwardly sat behind you flustered, his hands nervously tied together as he avoided your dad's piercing glare
"what is this?"
"what you see."
"unbelievable," he muttered and shook his head at the two of you
"did you need something, dad?" you repeated, pursing your lips at him
"yea, for you to drop your attitude and tell me more about your boyfriends," he scoffed and walked away from your room
"b-boyfriends?" peter stammered
and the cycle of him walking in on you and peter continued
some cases were worse than each other
"peter," you breathed out heavily as he lied you on his bed
he hummed in response and kissed down your neck, his hands carefully roaming your body
"hey arachnid, do you—" your dad then walked in once again for the millionth time, his eyes glued to his phone until he glanced up to see peter's hand down your pants
peter quickly snatched his hand away and stood up abruptly, smiling sheepishly
"for fucks sake," he raised his voice and walked off dramatically
"you're such a drama queen!" you yelled at him
"and you're such a horn dog!" he yelled back
peter stifled a laugh
"you are too!"
he then shut up and glanced at you bashfully
it got pretty annoying because he'd always walk in on you and peter's steamy moments and not the innocent, domestic ones
but finally
after all
he comes home to you and peter dozing off on the couch on the living area floor
you're lying between his legs with your arms wrapping around his body and your head on his chest
you move up and down with each breath of his and find yourself drifting off to sleep to the beat of his heart
tony walks over and gently grasps peter's head, tilting it back
peter hesitantly glances up at him
"tony. i mean, m-mr. stark."
"please, take care of her."
"i'm serious, mr. parker. if you break her heart, i'll break your spine."
"joking. of course, i couldn't do that i'd have mr. banner do that."
"dad, please shut the fuck up," you whisper, slightly awake from the sudden commotion
"just giving him the ol' dad talk."
"yea and i'm trying to sleep."
"seriously though. condoms. use them. i'm too young to be a grandpa," he glares at you two teasingly and walks off
"your dad scares me," peter sighs and holds you closer, kissing the side of your head
"mm, but you're spider-man."
"he loves you too, you know," you murmur, eyes closed again
"yeah, i love you."
"i-i love you too."
"i love you more," you snuggle into his embrace, unable to see the teary look in his eye and soft smile upon his face
thanks for reading, let me know what you think!
tagging some mutuals <3 @evermoreholland @ptersmj @celestialholland @heavenlyholland @hollandcrush @dhtomholland @msmarvelsmain @ms-misery @spideyspeaches @alinastarkrovs @peterbenjiparker @peterssweetpea @selfcarecap @asonofpeter
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twoidiotwriters1 · 10 days ago
Iron 15 (Peter Parker x Fem! Oc)
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Chapter 14
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If a few hours ago, Lily was tired, but now she’s worse. Everything is accumulating in her head. Her powers, her panic attack, the shooting, and now Phil's death. She doesn't know what to do right now.
She walks through the corridors of the ship, thinking about everything that has happened.
They were supposed to prepare me for moments like this, where someone wanted to hurt me and I could defend myself. But with the sound of a gunshot, I froze. I know I want to help, but how can I do it if I’m always afraid?
And the whole plan to use me for weapons.
Fury tried to talk to them, when he told them about Phil, Bruce's out of control, and the loss of Thor. Everything.
“We only think of Lily as a source of power as plan B. It was thought that she could give us some sample and then duplicate it. She's only in the archives, I never thought it could really be done,” was what he said. Still, she felt like a lab rat again.
Why can’t they let me in peace? These are my powers, only I can use them and if I could lend them or something like that, it’d never be to make weapons.
I should have stayed with Pepper.
"Not again,” She closes her eyes and growls when she hears the hiss, but something else happens.
She feels dizzy. Lily stops and holds onto the wall next to her until she falls to the ground. She opens her eyes and everything turns. Her powers are sharpening, she can feel something. When she closes her eyes again, her mind projects various images in no order.
Eternal flame…
A quinjet. Heaven. The tesseract. White stones. New York. The Stark tower. Loki.
Suddenly, she opens her eyes and her breath hitches.
Why on earth does she keep listening to the scepter if it is no longer around? She complains and brings her hands to her head, trying to stop the dizziness. The images went by very quickly, making everything worse. The best thing to do now is to do the breathing exercises again. And after a few minutes, she reacts by connecting the images.
"Oh my god,” She squeals in fear. "This is bad... very bad,” She gets up slowly and remembers that her father had left the control room after Fury's speech, but she doesn't know where he might be.
She walks through the halls quickly until she finds one of the agents. She asks him about her father and luckily, he tells her where he is.
When she arrives, he and Steve are about to leave.
“Dad-, I- uh, I- I saw. Loki- New York…” She says agitated.
“Wow, slow down, kid. What's going on?" Tony says.
"I know where the tesseract is!” She blurts out.
Steve and Tony share a confused look. Just before the girl arrived, they had already talked about it.
"In the Stark tower! Loki’s there too!”
"Okay, I found that out first,” says Tony. "How did you do it?"
Lily is now the confused one.
"Uh, I-" She clears her throat and tries to explain to her father everything that has happened since she was near the scepter.
"And it didn't occur to you to tell me?"
"I tried! Many times, but you wanted to impress your new friends "
“Damn it. We'll talk about this later,” She sighs. “You're getting weirder. We have work to do.”
Lily runs to the captain's side trying not to be left behind, until they reach a room where Clint Barton and Natasha should be.
"Time to go," Steve says as soon as the door opens. Natasha’s sitting on a bed.
"Go where?"
"I'll tell you on the way.”
"Can you fly one of those jets?"
The bathroom door opens.
"I can,” says Clint
Steve looks up at Natasha for approval and she nods.
"You got a suit?"
"Then suit up.”
Lily feels the look of the redhead.
"Uh, uh. I'm still mad at you,” says the girl.
"Noup! You can’t talk to me. I ’m busy!” She says to then go out into the hallways.
"I thought you were exaggerating her resemblance to Stark," Clint says with a smile. Natasha makes a face.
As the four adults get ready, Lily watches them closely.
“Dad," She calls him on the intercom.
“What do I have to do when we get there?” In her mind the words 'I want to help' try to get out, but with her panic attack a few hours ago, she doesn't have the courage to say it.
“For now, we must know exactly what Loki is up to in the tower. I will keep you in a safe place.”
“You don't fight, you don't complain… Not even a tantrum?"
She sighs. "I suppose not.”
"Are you okay?"
"I don’t know.”
“Lily?" Steve calls her.
"See you in a bit, dad.”
The four of them walk towards the first quinjet they find. And without further ado, they use it without authorization.
In New York, Tony Stark arrives directly at his tower where Loki receives him. He tries to distract him to buy more time, but all to no avail when the portal is opened.
A beam of light shoots into the sky, letting in the alien army: the Chitauri. Thanks to Loki, the army initiates its plan to destroy everything in its path.
Iron man destroys all possible creatures, but his technology can’t win against that of the Chitauri, at least not alone. The destruction begins and people run scared to safe places. All this under the eyes of the god of mischief.
"Stark, we're on your three, headed northeast," Natasha says into Tony's intercom as the jet approaches town.
"What? Did you stop for drive throught?" Tony complains. “Swing up Park. I'm gonna lay ‘em out for you.”
The jet is piloted by Clint and Natasha, while Steve and Lily are sitting in the back. Lily has been silent the entire journey, thinking about the images that the scepter put in her mind. She knows that this is out of her reach, even her father's and that causes insecurity in her.
Her hands tremble and a slight flash illuminates her.
"Are you okay?" Steve asks looking at the girl's hands.
She looks up at him.
"I don't know, but I have to, right?"
"Don't worry, we’ll keep you safe.”
She smiles at him unsure.
Lily wants to explain many things, but this is not the time. Suddenly, they feel the movement in the jet and the noise of gunfire ahead. Clint and Natasha shoot down some enemy ships and continue until they approach the Stark tower.
"Nat?" asks Clint.
"I see them.”
From her place and from the jet's tilt, Lily can see Loki and Thor fighting, but they don't last long as they take an attack from the scepter. The ship falls and collides with other buildings. Lily clings to her seat and instinctively creates a force field, but only encloses the other three adults and her.
In the end, the ship falls awkwardly.
"Are you okay?" Steve asks and she takes off her belt and joins the others when the door opens.
The girl feels a knot in her stomach the moment she sees all the mess. She’d never been on the streets of New York and she finds it really strange that this is why she can do it for the first time.
The three adults run to observe the perimeter and the girl follows closely, but a low noise stops them. They all look towards the portal of heaven where a huge creature comes out of the portal and destroys everything in its path, more chitauris come out of it that are responsible for entering the buildings on the sides.
"Stark, are you seeing this?" says Steve.
“Seeing. Still working on believing. Where’s Banner? Has he shown up yet?"
“Just keep me posted. Flower?"
"How you doing?" She looks around her.
"I don't know, Dad. This is different from anything that has happened to us,” she says uncertainly.
From the moment Tony saw the army, his first thought went straight to his daughter. As much as he wanted to tell her to use her powers, he knows that she’s just a girl after all. He feels a great overwhelming fear with all this, he can’t imagine what she feels.
Finally, he makes a decision.
"I know, but we got this, kid."
“It's time to remember all the training you have had, but don’t leave the team.”
"Dad, I can’t!" She squeals.
"Yes, you can, Lily. Trust me, I have a plan,” He then cuts off communication and tries to take down the new monster.
"Oh god," says Lily, controlling her nausea.
"Lily!" Nat calls when she sees the alien ships approaching.
The four of them hide behind some abandoned taxis. Steve, Nat and Clint agree to protect civilians to continue destroying the Chitauri. Lily hears their voices, explosions and screams in the distance. A loud beep settles in her ears and she can feel her temperature rising.
"Hey, hey,” Nat nudges her shoulder a little, making her return from her thoughts. "Lils, look at me,” the girl's eyes water, but she obeys. "Listen, you got this.”
"No, I got nothing, Nat,” She shakes her head.
"You have trained for this moment.”
"That is not true. At no point did you tell me what to do if an alien tries to kill me!” she complains.
"Well, that's true. But they didn't tell me something like that either when they trained me, that's not the real problem,” She says and holds Lily's hand. "You and I know that you have a greater power. Lily, you are much stronger than you think.”
Although the redhead's words help the panic attack, the girl is still not sure.
"I'm scared.”
"Good, that’ll keep you alive,” She smiles. "I'm scared too, we all are, but the difference is that we can use it to help defenseless people. You are not alone, kid. You're part of the team and we’ll find a place where you can be safe.”
She analyzes her words. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. Her hearing heightens and all the memories of the training return. Use fear to my advantage? She thinks when she opens her eyes.
“You're better?" The girl nods. "Alright, time to work.” Natasha gets up and shoots at the Chitauri.
Lily continues to focus on her breathing and the tingling that now runs throughout her body. She looks up and sees Clint helping some people out of a bus from the windows. She gets up and runs to help. She looks for the door, which is being obstructed, she recognizes the damage and with force manages to open it. People run in search of a safe place.
Clint comes to her side and nods at her.
"I'm Lily, by the way," She says with an awkward smile. Clint smiles.
"A pleasure,” he answers and then returns to Nat.
Lily watches carefully as the Chitauri gather, ready to attack. I’m too small for this she thinks. At that an explosion is heard near her. Her eyes travel to the expanding cloud of smoke. That reminds her of the force fields.
What if I make one, but different? Instead of protecting, burning…
Not far away a group of aliens point their weapons at anyone who gets in their way. Lily looks at her hands and concentrates her power from there and then spreads it through her body. She imagines smoke, fire, and the chitauri.
When she opens her eyes, they turn from brown to deep orange. She feels the fire run through her body ready to leave, she takes a step and extends her arms towards the enemy. What she started as a force field turns into a thick layer of orange smoke and she heads towards the Chitarui without giving them time to flee. The smoke burns them almost to ashes.
When finished, Lily falls to her knees and sits on the floor trying to catch her breath. She feels her body weakening, but at the same time she recognizes certain parts of her more strongly. It's something new.
"That's my girl,” Nat congratulates with a smile. Lily turns and smiles noticing that even Steve had witnessed her attack. The three adults look at her proudly.
"Remind me never to make you mad, kid," Clint jokes.
At that a loud thunder is heard. Thor disposes of some creatures from the sky and falls close to them.
“Nice job, Lady Stark. How can you manipulate fire?"
“We'll need more time to explain Lily's powers, for now, we have other things to do,” says Nat as she helps the girl up.
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mywldflwers · 10 days ago
Oh, Baby | Prologue | P.P
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disclaimer: this chapter is discussing some mentions of sexual intercorse. this chapter is for a mature audience.
find the series here
reminder: this chapter will not be what the others consist of. this is merely for you all to get some history and knowledge on the characters before we get started.
P R O L O G U E :
I never went into thought about the way I would fall in love. Or when, for that matter.
It might seem too 'cliché' and probably hard to believe, but I was just never too interested in the opposite sex. In fact, my family was convinced I was secretly gay. (It probably didn't help that I was set on marrying my best friend, MJ, because then I'd never have to touch a boy). Not that they cared, but for most millennials, it was nearly mandatory to show any affection or interest in anyone at the earliest age possible.
Heteronormative agenda at it's finest.
I was too busy with my mind on the numerous quests that were beautifully described in my novels. They took up all my social time, which I was definitely more than happy with.
To be fair, it was an incredibly helpful step to begin the writings and planning of my life's path. My love for books was the all-to-obvious reason for my career plan to take place in the editorial career. Being able to read countless books for a living seemed way too good to be true, but my school's counselor helped me learn how possible it was for me.
All I had to do was keep an average G.P.A and take a few good after school activities to help my transcript seem more put together. Her crucial and practical recommendation, more like demand, was that I stay focused. I had to keep my eye on the prize and be sharp.
That's all I had to do.
Until he happened.
Of course my luck had to run dry and I inevitably fucked up everything I had worked hard for.
The first month of my freshman year had been running smoothly. It was easygoing and the homework had been light. Many of the teachers wanted to keep our schedules as stress free as possible.
Some students were doomed to fall behind from the lack of structure. Not their fault, of course. But because I had been one of the top students, I was asked to help a few of my peers practice for an English paper worth almost half of our grade.
I, more than happy to devote my time, was all too eager when I was assigned one of the cutest boys I had seen. That says a lot considering I never focused on my peers' looks before I saw him.
He was almost disgustingly cute. His boyish, All American smile was to die for. And his annoyingly beautiful curls were always placed atop of his perfectly shaped head in a way that let certain curls flop gracefully against his forehead. His forehead that was such a nice size with adequate spacing between his brows and hairline. Speaking of, his brows were just as cute as his smile. They were incredibly uneven, with hairs unruly on his left side.
Peter Parker was the sole reason I could not focus.
"I'm embarrassed," His words were muffled as he buried his head into his arms.
We were sitting quite closely for only studying, but how could I fight the fire in the pit of my stomach and middle of my chest as it flared for only him.
Our knees brushed against one another and I wanted to run away while I tried to keep my nervous giggles to a minimum.
Overwhelmed was the least significant way to describe me at the moment. But I continued on, as one does.
"It's okay, Peter. I think you just need to set a good study plan. Specific times for each subject." I placed a hand on his shoulder without much thought to the action.
He tensed under my touch and I nearly fled the scene from embarrassment of my own. I snatched my hand away, looking away from him.
When he was silent for too long, I glanced back to see him gazing up at me. His face was flushed with a red tint that I so wanted to graze with my fingertips. But, of course, I only smiled at him bashfully.
Peter sat up easily then. "Will you help me?"
My mouth became dry. "Help you . . .?"
"With a study schedule. You're so smart for a reason. I'd be an idiot to ignore your advice."
I looked down at my lap to hide away my bewildered expression. A trickle of bravery helped me sputter out my response.
"You're smart, Peter. You used to have your hand up all the time in every class we had last year. You just need help organizing, but I would be more than happy to help you out."
His boyish smile made me practically putty in his fairly large hands.
"How can I repay you?"
"Don't!" I gasped, making him jump slightly from my outburst. I winced before relaxing my shoulders. "You don't have to, I mean. It's really no big deal."
He looked almost worried. "I want to, though."
I didn't say anything, too stressed over the way I could feel my face burn. I didn't trust my voice, either.
"How about the movies? I'll get us tickets to that new film that just came out."
"The horror film?"
"If you're interested!"
I kept my eyes on the floor, thinking of the way our feet almost touched interesting. But I knew I had to answer soon, so I only nodded.
“You sure? You don’t have to just say yes ‘cause you feel obligated.”
My eyes snapped over to him, noting the way he anxiously played with his fingers. His nails were short and the skin around them were either bitten or peeled. He must have been a worrisome person.
The smile forming on my lips seemed to have relax him. “I’d love to, Peter.”
That following weekend, we spent both days together back to back. We got up early both Saturday and Sunday to spend as much time together as we could. It didn’t take long for me to fall for him. How could I not when he looked at me in complete wonderment with those honey colored eyes?
Our first kiss was two weekends after our movie date. Although I never assumed our first gathering would be considered a date, Peter is still adamant to say it was.
We had taken a bus to Central Park, eager children entranced with one another than the scenery before us. He had made us a lunch in a picnic basket and everything, putting a thoughtful amount of care into it for me.
When we nervously stood underneath a weeping willow, our sneakers and limbs bumped into one another as we fumbled to stay upright. But somehow and quite suddenly, he leaned in to capture me in a kiss.
It was sweet and a bit clumsy, but we easily figured out the whole ordeal. With time and patience in between classes and study dates, we were almost professionals.
We spent the year hand in hand, enjoying Friday nights for our designated date night. Of course we were together every other day, too, but it was nice to have a special day for ourselves.
Despite being undeniably smitten, we made time for our friends whenever we could. I introduced him to my MJ and he introduced me to his best friend Ned. The four of us became a tight knit group and I knew to be thankful that I met Peter. He helped me branch out, always encouraging me to let go once in a while.
The group of us had also gotten closer after a certain incident that involved Peter getting bitten by a radioactive spider. He trusted us to keep our mouths shut and we trusted him to keep the city safe.
Although, I had to admit, it scared the hell out of me. The boy I was so enamored with was willfully sacrificing his safety. I was up late at night waiting for his calls that let me know he was home safely. I didn’t know how to cope, but he somehow reassured me he was being careful.
By the time summer came, I was so drunkenly in love with Peter Parker it was frightening at some times. I wanted to be around him every day and each night, but of course, that was not doable. So, we decided to take a small break as it was determined by my parents that I was to go to a summer camp.
We were to avoid texting or calling and it turned out to be a nice break. I spent a month of my summer enjoying the outdoors and catching up on my books. I made new friends once again who showed me what good music was. The time away from Queens was exactly what I needed. But I’d be lying if I didn’t admit I was crazily anxious to go back home, fearful if i was to see him with another girl.
Thinking back on it now, I was a bit paranoid. I know Peter felt just the same for me when he surprised me at the steps of my apartment complex with a breathtaking bouquet.
Which led to the exact moment we were in now.
One of his hands were intertwined with my hair, pulling me into a kiss that had surely took my breath away. His other was snug against my waist. Every part he touched along my body felt like it was scorching hot, his perfect hands most definitely blistering my skin.
I had an arm thrown around his shoulders to keep him locked in this position. He fit perfectly against me, I was completely sure he was meant to be there. The other hand of mine was well rested against his chest. It grasped and tugged his maroon t-shirt as if I could possibly take it off like that just to be closer.
I forgot how well that color suited him.
Peter pulled back a bit, his lips grazing my own. He was trying to catch his breath as he smiled brilliantly at me. “I missed you. A lot.”
“I missed you, too. A lot,” I giggled. My fingers twirled a curl of his, moving his from his face. “You waited for me?”
“Of course I did. I want you just the same as before,” He paused before scrunching up his nose to nudge it against my own playfully. “Maybe a bit more now, actually.”
My eyes fluttered shut to soak in the feeling of him. “After all this time?”
I felt his lips against mine for a moment. “Always.”
When I opened my eyes to meet his, I felt my heart soar. “Will you come in? I can’t wait to show you the letters I wrote you. Afterwards, we can text the gang and go get ice cream or something.”
He grinned at that, but loosened his grip on me. “Actually, I was hoping you’d join me at my place. Aunt May is working the night shift and I thought it’d be nice to have our own space for the evening.”
I could feel my legs tremble from the idea. “Are you sure? Would Aunt May mind?”
“She actually doesn’t know. . .”
My eyes widened at that, ready to protest.
“But! But as long as we clean up after ourselves, what’s the harm? Don’t you wanna stay in after your long trip? We’ll get take out and binge watch a crap ton of movies. We can always meet up with Ned and MJ tomorrow night.”
I felt myself contemplating the idea. It wouldn’t be so bad spending a domestic evening with my boyfriend. I was pretty exhausted from the drive and I just wanted a nap if anything.
So, I nodded. “Okay, but as soon as it’s nine, you’re walking me home. I’d hate to overstep.”
That resulted in Peter letting out a small cheer, pulling me in to kiss my forehead. “C’mon! Chinese food and rom coms are calling our names!”
We raced to get to the restaurant, placing our orders quickly. When we got the bundle of food, we headed over to his place that was only a block away.
When we were walking, I admired the sunset and the skyline. I really did miss home and was adamant on not taking it for granted any longer. This city held some of the greatest things and places and people. It helped shape me into the person I am, molding me with all of its rich culture and history.
While I was busy being entranced, I felt a tug against my hip. Peter had me pressed into his side so I could lean my head into him.
“Were you being safe, Pete?” My voice was soft as I looked up at his taller frame.
He brushed back my hair from my face to gently caress me. “Of course. I had to make sure I was all in once piece for you when you’d eventually come back.”
I chuckled at that while he smiled. “Thank you, then. You took very good care of my person.”
He blushed. “I try.”
Despite the warm temperatures, I was too eager to soak up all that I had been missing from him.
That may have been one of the reasons we didn’t take to long searching for a film, because as soon as we sat down on his couch, our bodies were determined to try and fuse together.
He found his way above me, gently adoring every part of me as we kissed. His lips molded against mine fervently and I was pleased to notice how easily it came to him.
My hold on him was tight, clinging to him for any sense of security. I knew that no matter what was to happen in the next few moments, I’d be safe.
A part of me was surprised with myself. How did I let this get so far?
But when his mouth left wet and warm kisses along my neck which slowly moved down to my collarbone, I remembered why.
I kept my eyes shut as he worshipped me, craving for more urgently. Peter, although usually shy, was confident and cool. He seemed to know what to do and how to help me be more comfortable. He had even gotten me to look him in the eye as we undressed ourselves, determined to be as vulnerable as possible. I felt myself silently thank the universe for blessing me with this boy, allowing me to trust and love him with no hesitation.
The rest of our evening was filled with a certain kind of passion I had never been introduced to before. It was gentle and warm between us, this emotion so intoxicating. Although we were bare physically and mentally before the other, I had never felt so wanted or cared for. He made me feel things I hadn’t been sure I could feel. I was brought to a heaven on earth or some kind of Elysium.
During the midst of it, he even declared his love for me. I didn’t hesitate to do the same.
“You do?” he asked breathlessly.
I cried out, “I do, I do, I do.”
He captured me into another kiss afterwards.
When the moment ended, I could honestly say I felt my body feel lighter. My limbs seemed weightless as I shifted underneath the duvet, moving to allow Peter to lay comfortably next to me. We faced one another with flushed cheeks.
“I’m surprised we both fit in your bed,” I whispered.
It was a bit ridiculous to feel shy after what we had done, but I couldn’t help it. Especially when he looked at me like that.
He chuckled, his voice sounding a bit breathless as he spoke. “Me, too.”
His eyes darted to my lips and I smiled, as if inviting him in. When he kissed me again, it felt almost different than the million other ones. This one was careful.
“How do you feel?” He asked nervously, playing with my fingertips.
I brushed a strand of my hair behind my ear as I contemplated my answer. “A mixture of complete bliss and utter fascination.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Probably because my boyfriend told me he loved me during shockingly good sex. No offense. Is this your first time?”
Peter’s eyes widened at that whilst his face visibly changed to a deep red. “Of course. Is it yours?”
“Of course, Pete.”
He smiled his beautiful smile and I felt my heart thump tremendously against my chest. When his hand went to graze my arm, his fingers gently moving back and forth against my skin, his eyes stayed on mine.
He pursed his lips before speaking. “Can I say something completely insane?”
I only nodded.
“I think we’re destined for one another.”
It was my turn to ask, “Why do you say that?”
He swallowed visibly. His eyes shifted, too, but I could tell he was only being shy. “It just feels like my soul is complete when I’m with you. Doesn’t that just sound crazy?”
The room seemed almost brighter as I soaked in his words. My thumb traced his lower lip as I felt my world begin to turn on its axis. “Not at all.”
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blueathens · 10 days ago
✯𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝙸𝚝 𝙷𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚂𝚘 𝚂𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚕𝚢✯
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                                 Chapter 5
𝖲𝗈𝗇𝗀: 𝖨 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝖨 𝖫𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗒 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖯𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖽𝗀𝖾 𝖥𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝖰𝗎𝗈𝗍𝖾: ‘𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝖾𝗂𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾.' 𝖳𝖶: 𝖫𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝖳𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌: (𝖨𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗍, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖨 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽, 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒) 𝖣𝗎𝗌𝗂𝖼𝖺: 𝖲𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍
Masterlist // Dusk Till Dawn Masterlist
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Y/n searched through the endless of rows on feminist books not noticing the silver-haired boy watching her through the gaps of the books following her movements. The moment they both reached the end of the aisle Y/n sighed in annoyance whilst Pietro grins at her happily.
“Hiya dusica.”
“What are you doing here?” Y/n frowned.
“I heard there was a poetry reading.”
“You’re so-”
Y/n glared at him, wondering why this boy had to be everywhere she went.
“Wholesome?” Pietro continued.
“Unwelcome.” Y/n said monotonously as she raised one of her eyebrows.
“Unwelcome? I guess someone still has her panties in a twist.” He stated with a slight laugh.
“Don’t for one minute think that you had any effect whatsoever on my panties.” She said angrily.
“So what did I have an effect on?”
“Other than my upchuck reflex? Nothing.”
Y/n pushed past him and heads out through the door angrily due to the boy. Pietro watched her with slight sadness and looked down at the book he’s been holding in his hand the entire time: ‘Taming of the Shrew.’
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“You were right. She’s still pissed.” Pietro told Nathan and Peter with a mouthful of cafeteria food.
“Sweet love, renew thy force!” Nathan said as he quoted the Shakespearean language.
Pietro looked at him as if he was crazy before saying quietly with the a tone that matched his facial expressions and his thoughts. “Man don’t say shit like that to me. People can hear you.”
“You humiliated the woman! Sacrifice yourself on the altar of dignity and even the score.” Peter exasperatedly said.
“Best case scenario, you’re back on the payroll for a while.” Nathan pointed the fork at Pietro with a nod.
“What’s the worst.” Pietro asked.
“You get the girl.”
Pietro stops and thinks for a minute, ‘get the girl…’ He wouldn’t mind being with Y/n, he knew they would work well together once she let down her walls for him. But then again it was all a bet and he didn’t want her to catch feelings for him like he did for her. But what he didn’t know was that she already has caught feelings for him, and it was hurting her.
It was hurting her as she believed that she read the signs wrong, that he rejected her because he didn’t actually like her. She was starting to think that it was all good to be true and it was…he rejected her. But little did she know that Pietro was hurting too.
He didn’t want to reject her, he wanted to be with her.
But he couldn’t.
She was too drunk to be kissed and after all it was all just a bet.
Not matter how he was feeling, once Peter official got with Peyton then it be all over. He would have to push all those feelings away and bring back up the solid wall he created and go back to his old ways. Despite his feelings, he’s going to have to forget her, because after all it was all just a bet.
“If I go down. I’m taking her with me.”
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Y/n and the rest of her English class was sat at their desks, taking a quiz.
However Pietro’s seat was empty.
But the answer to that reason was soon answered when the class heard the soft, unsure beginnings of a song. Y/n looks up, then out the window, horrified. The song grew louder and she realised it was The Partridge Family’s ‘I Think I Love You.’ And the worst part of it was that it was getting sang by Pietro…
…And she knew that he was singing to her.
“This morning, I woke up with this feeling, I didn’t know how to deal with, and so I just decided to myself.”
The students rushed towards the windows and watched Pietro standing beneath the window, crooning. A boombox was next to him in the hands of his sister, Wanda.
“I’d hide it to myself. And never talk about it. And didn’t I go and shout it when you walked into the room.”
He was making quite a sarcastic show of it. In the classroom the teacher touched her heart, as if the song was for her.
But it wasn’t.
It was for the girl who was slowly making her way towards the window, peeking below.
And there he was in all of his glory. Her Pietro.
‘No.’ She thought to herself. ‘He was just Pietro.’
Pietro smiles at her as he finishes the verse with a big finale.
“I think I love you.”
The students laughed, clapped and cheered whilst Y/n just sunk down in embarrassment, but with a slight smile.
And Pietro prayed to anything that she realised the truth behind the words.
That he Pietro Maximoff – womanizer – had finally found someone he wants to truly be with.
That he has finally found someone to love.
He has finally accepted that he has fallen in love.
He didn’t care about the bet anymore.
He wanted to be with her.
And he was ready to come to terms that: Pietro Maximoff has fallen in love with Y/n L/n.
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To Pietro singing the song was worth it as he sat among the several other students in the Detention Hall.
“Nice song, Maximoff.”
“Flog me.” Pietro said with a mocking smile as he made an inappropriate hand gesture.
The gym teacher, Mr Lebowski, sat on the desk in front on them whilst ignoring the teenagers, who were mulling over their misfortunes whilst reading a girly weightlifting magazine.
“Excuse me, Mr Lebowski?” Y/n asked as she knocked on the door.
Pietro looks up at the sound of her voice, he knew her voice so well.
He knew it so well because it was his favourite sound.
And if he could, he would happily sit and talk for her for ages as long as he could hear her voice ranting about something she was so passionate about.
Y/n noticed him and gave him a small smile which made him perk up a little.
His girl has come to rescue him.
“Sir, I’d like to state for the record that Mr. Maximoff’s current incarceration is unnecessary. I never filed a complaint.” She stated as she walked towards the teachers desk.
“You didn’t have to he disrupted a lesson.” He said without taking his eyes of from his magazine.
Y/n glances over at Pietro and motions her head towards the window which he only shrugs at, not know what she was talking about. Y/n mentally rolled her eyes and motioned towards the window again with an expression that says, ‘Make a break for it, moron.’ Y/n then brings her attention back to Mr Lebowski, once she knew Pietro understood what she was saying, and when he realised he started to slowly making his way out towards the window.
The other students just watched them with amusement.
“But, Mr Lebowski, I hardly think a simple serenade warrants a week of detention. There are far more hideous acts than off-key singing being performed by the student body of a regular basis.”
Pietro was now halfway out the window, but he wasn’t happy about it considering they were on the second floor. He stares at the large tree that was a few feet away from him.
“You’re not gonna change my mind, Y/n. Rules stick.” He said as he stood up, his back towards the window. Y/n was stating to panic now as Pietro hasn’t made the jump yet.
Mr Lebowski was about to turn around but got stopped by Y/n pulling his arm to face him as she started to speak again. “Wait, Mr Lebowski. There’s something I’ve always wanted to show you.”
“These.” Y/n said with an awkward smile as she lifted up her shirt and flashed her bra at the teacher, just at the same time Pietro makes the jump. The other students cheered for both the daring escape and the flash of skin.
‘Obviously, they would scream at the skin’ Thought Y/n. ‘There just hormonal teenagers.’
Mr Lebowski reddens and tries to be stern whilst Y/n lowers her shirt as Pietro has now escaped.
“I’m going to let that slide, Y/n. But if I catch you doing that again, you’ll be in here with the rest of these guys.” He gestured towards the remaining students, not noticing Pietro’s absence.
“Thank you, Mr Lebowski.” She nodded with a smile as she took her leave.
When she arrived at the tree, she looked around with her hands on her hips and furrowed eyebrows as she saw no one.
“He left! I sprung the dickhead and he cruised on me.”
“Look up, sunshine.” A voice called. She looks up and saw Pietro was still in the tree. “I guess I never told you I’m afraid of heights.”
“C’mon. It’s not that bad.” She said smiling.
“Easy for you to say when you’re down on solid ground.”
She walked closer to the tree as she helped guide him down. “Put your right foot there-”
“First of all we are not playing twister.” He said with a slight laugh. “Second of all, just forget it. I’m staying.”
“You want me to climb up and show you how to get down?”
“Maybe.” Pietro voice was trembling now out of fear.
She sighs and does so and when she got to his level, she perched on the branch next to him.
He grins at her and then swung himself down with grace and ease of a monkey, leaving her sitting there, realising she’s been tricked.
“You shit.” She laughed as she climbed down after him.
She wanted to be angry, but she couldn’t. Not at him.
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The pair of teenagers who didn’t know how the other felt walked among the different types of games that was dotted outside the arcades.
“The Partridge Family?”
“I figured it had to be something ridiculous to win your respect and piss you off.”
“Good shout.”
“So how’d you get Lebowski to look the other way.” Pietro questioned the girl.
“I dazzled him with my wit.” She said as she picked up a toy gun and shoots water at the giggling hyenas. She successfully wins as the sound of the buzzer went off announcing she won. The person who guarded the game handed her a stuffed panda bear as her prize. Y/n looked at it with a smile before handing it to the kid next to her who lost the game, before walking off with Pietro at her side.
He whistled and then smiled as he said sarcastically, “a soft side? Who knew?”
“Yeah, well, don’t let it get out.”
“So what’s your excuse?” He asked as he looked at the girl.
“Acting the way we do?”
“I don’t like to do what people expect. Then they expect it all the time and they get disappointed when you change.”
“So, if you disappoint them from the start, you’re covered?”
“Something like that.” Shrugged Y/n.
“Then you screwed up.” He answered blankly as he looked ahead.
“How?” Y/n asked as she now looked at the boy.
“You never disappointed me.” He told her softly as he looked at the girl who blushed under his gaze. “Up for it?” Pietro continued as he chose to ignore the slight blush that took over the girl’s face. But truthfully he felt giddy inside as he realised that she still liked him when she’s sober. That choosing to try and kiss him wasn’t just a drunken incident.
He motioned to the sign for a paint-ball game. She grinned and nodded and the two headed inside before grabbing the paintballs, goggles and the white suits they had to wear.
The two was separated as they wondered from the course, stealthily. Random hay-barrels were placed around the area, and Y/n was sat behind one of them waiting for Pietro to make his approach.
When she saw him she stood up and throw a ball at him, resulting in a big glob of red paint taking over his chest. 
The pair already had different colours littering their bodies, face and hair.
Pietro throws a ball back the second he saw her standing up and the green paint hit her on the side of the face.
They continued to throw different paints at one another until Y/n realised she didn’t have anymore.
“Damn it!”
Pietro smiles and grabs her into a victorious tackle, and they landed in a pile of wheat, laughing.
The laughing died down and the two just stared at one another with wonder and awe. Pietro tucked a strand of (h/c) hair behind her ear before wiping a smear of blue paint away from her lips. His thumb stayed on her bottom lip as he looked at her eyes for permission. She gave him a slight nod, and he leant forwards brushing his lips. They both were holding their breaths whilst they hearts thumped in their chest so violently. They waited for one of them to make the next move and with every brush of the lips, and every nudge of the nose, and every flutter of the eyes, their feelings for one another grew. Pietro stroked Y/n cheek gently but she couldn’t feel the touch of his fingers, her mind was too clouded to focus on anything but the soft touch of his lips.
“Please don’t punch me for this.” Pietro whispered against her lips.
And then he kissed her.
He did the one thing they were both waiting for.
Her lips were softer than what Pietro thought it would be considering all the times she bite her lips out of nerves. He noticed that small nervous tick of hers. He noticed everything about her and the more he knew, the more his feelings for her grew.
His lips were softer than what Y/n could ever imagine. His lips made her feel like she was floating in the clouds, melting like ice in a hot summers day, and being weightless in water.
The feeling of one another’s lip was so sweet…
And it was something neither one wanted to forget or have with someone else.
Because after all.
Pietro was falling in love with Y/n, and he didn’t want anyone but her to fall with him.
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Pietro pulls up in Y/n’s driveways. The paint that was covering them was still there but it was now dry. They looked like they were refugees from some strange, yet colourful war.
“State trooper?”
“Fallacy.” Replied Pietro.
“The duck?”
“I know the porn career is a lie.”
Pietro shuts off the car and turned to her and he spoke with a smile, “do you?”
He leant towards her and kissed her neck which caused the girl to laugh.
“Tell me something true.” She whispered.
He looked at her and stared at her eyes with endless amount of fondness.
“I hate peas.” He told her truthfully,
“No,” she laughed slightly at his answer. “Something real. Something no on else knows.”
“You’re sweet.” He mumbled against her lips as he kissed her. “And sexy.” He kissed her again.” “And completely hot for me.” He smiled against their lips as he kissed her once more.
“No one else knows.”
“You’re amazing self-assured. Has anyone told you that?”
His smile grew bigger as he placed his forehead against hers and looked in her eyes before muttering, “Go to prom with me.”
Y/n smile disappears. “Is that a request or a command?”
“You know what I mean.”
Pietro smile now drops as he stared at her with furrowed eyebrows as a slight frown took over his lips. “No what?”
“No, I won’t go with you.” She told him.
“Because I don’t want to. It’s a stupid tradition.”
“People won’t expect you to go…”
Y/n turns to him, getting angry.”
“Why are you doing this?”
By these words he remembered all this was a bet. He was getting paid to take her out and by doing that he screwed up by growing attached to her.
But he couldn’t tell her it was all a bet, because if he did she would never talk to him again…not like he could blame her if she didn’t whenever she found out. He knew he be heartbroken, but he deserved it. But then again he didn’t know he would actually fall for the girl.
He didn’t want to get paid anymore.
He didn’t want this to be just a bet anymore.
He wanted to be with her.
But he knew once she found out the truth she would hate him forever, and then the one girl he actually fell for got away because he did an asshole thing.
“All of it – what’s in it for you?” Continued Y/n and by every word she grew angrier at the boy. As the thoughts rushed though his mind, he stayed sitting quietly, not looking at her, which confirmed her suspicions. “Create a little drama? Start a new rumour? What?”
“So I have to have a motive to be with you?”
“You tell me.”
“You need therapy. Has anyone ever told you that?”
“Answer the question, Pietro.” She said quietly, doubting everything that has ever happened between the two.
“Nothing!” He raised his voice out of anger as he completely moved away from her, creating at much distance as he could between the two. “There’s nothing in it for me. Just the pleasure of your company.
He takes out a cigarette, but it immediately gets snapped in half by Y/n, who then gets out the door and slams it shut as she walked towards her house.
Pietro drives off without watching her go, he hit the wheel in frustration and Y/n turned at the front door and watched him go.
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Pietro pulls up to a stop light as he waited for it to turn green, but the light didn’t have his full attention. The drunken homeless guy did. Pietro pulls out his wallet and takes out the wad of money Link gave him and handed it to the homeless guy.
“Cover that up.” Pietro gestured towards his legs that were bare.
Without even knowing Y/n L/n was making Pietro Maximoff a better person.
But even if he did know, he didn’t mind.
As he would be a better man for the girl who had strong feelings for.
And he wouldn’t want it any other way.
He had fallen for Y/n L/n without her and that was the saddest part of it.
He fell and he didn’t do it with her.
Well, that’s what he thought.
Pietro Maximoff fell for Y/n L/n.
Y/n L/n fell for Pietro Maximoff.
And it happened all so suddenly, but neither one would have wanted it any other way. 
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𝗜 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗯𝗲 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗹𝗲𝗳𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝘆 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴.
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platonic-tony-stark · 10 days ago
Y/n: oof I hate this school
Peter: *comes out of hiding spot* y/n?
Y/n: peter?! Don't scare me like that!
Peter: sorry
Y/n: Besides that, where have you been the whole lesson?
Peter: I was hiding here
Y/n: why?
Peter: I was embarrassed, you?
Y/n: the lesson isn't fun without you! I got super bored and nearly flicked a paper ball at the teacher trying to hit flash!
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Posting my beta reading stuff on an alt acc
Hey, just throwing this out for anyone to leave feedback on. Everything is helpful and I'm sorry about bothering anyone. I'm just a bit unconfident in my abilities.
In the dim lights of early morning Queens, New York City, a teenage girl who had only gotten a maximum of three hours’ sleep had been startled awake by her alarm once again. She had already pressed ‘snooze’ twice, and would likely remain asleep if it were chosen a third time. The girl managed to pull herself from the half-awake state that tried so hard to coax her back to sleep. Untangling herself from several blankets, she stumbled out of bed; the cold already welcoming her to reality. The girl realized that she needed to hurry up if she was going to grab anything to drink before she got on the train. Deciding that she would need a bit of a personal motivator for that day, she grabbed her favorite pair of black jeans. They were a well worn pair, with a few rips from how frequently they were used. She grabbed a shirt that had been hanging from the handle of her door, a bit unsure how long it had been there, and put it on over the tank top she slept in. Her mother was waiting in the kitchen for her, lighting a stick of lavender and sandalwood incense, a staple in their household. There was music playing softly in the background, which she quickly recognized as ABBA, one of her mother’s favorite bands.
“Hey, Sierra. Good morning.” Her mother smiled. “I made you some coffee to take with you. Iced, just the way you like it.” Sierra smiled back, hugging her.
“Morning, mom.” She let go. “Are you feeling any better today?” She asked.
“Yes, I am.” Her mother pulled the hair out of Sierra’s face. “You can’t stay might miss the train.”
“I had an alarm…?”
“It actually went off four times before you came out, hon. I was about to come wake you up.” Her mother grabbed something wrapped in a paper towel, handing it to her. “I hope you have a good day at school. I love you.”
“Sorry. I really appreciate this. Love you, too. Have a good day.” Sierra grabbed her bag and headed out the door. It turned out that the thing in the paper towel was a donut with strawberry jam in it. She loved strawberries, and felt a smile form on her lips. She got on the train just in time and put her earbuds in, hoping to keep the good energy going for as long as possible.
The day seemed to pass by so slowly, and the caffeine did not linger for more than a few classes. She was just beginning to crash when she got to chemistry. She had to fight the urge to fall asleep the moment she sat down. It was that class, followed by history, and she’d be able to go home. She had gotten in a tad later than usual, and chose the second to last seat available. She checked her phone and swiped away a few YouTube notifications, hoping she’d remember to watch them later on the way home. A boy she had seen around but never actually talked to had come in last, fumbling with the books in his hands and the papers stacked between. He put them down on the desk, but they fell off, scattering a bit. He scrambled, trying to grab them before they fell. Feeling sympathetic, Sierra got up and helped him. She stacked the papers she grabbed semi-neatly. He put the books he wouldn’t need in his bag, apologizing and thanking her as the last paper was grabbed and handed back to him.
“Hey, anytime.” She replied, glancing up at him. He was a bit taller than her; and from her view, the first thing she saw were his eyes: a vibrant, warm brown. She blinked, trying to cover the hesitation. He slowly sat down beside her desk, followed by her doing the same. “I’ve had days like that, too.” She reassured him, sensing his embarrassment. She leaned back in her chair somewhat, tucking the pen in her hand behind her ear. At first glance, it almost blended in with her dark hair.
“For me, it’s almost like every day.” He joked lightly with an embarrassed laugh, a faint blush forming. “Sorry.” He added under his breath.
“Don’t worry about it, really.” Trying to make him feel more comfortable, she changed the subject. “You’re in a few of my other classes, aren’t you?” She asked, to which he nodded. “History and gym, right?”
“Yeah...uh, I think so.” He looked more directly at her, scratching at his neck. “I’m Peter...Parker.”
“Sierra Collins. Nice to meet you.”
“You, too.” He smiled slightly. The class about to begin, Sierra grabbed the pen from behind her ear and softly tapped it against the desk a few times. Peter leaned forward on his desk slightly. “Didn’t get much sleep last night?” He asked, trying to keep the conversation up and not act awkward. She gave a confused look. “The dark circles. I just...sorry.”
“Oh, no, don’t worry about it. I just didn’t realize. No, I didn’t. Studying and shit.” She shrugged, noticing faint bruises that looked almost fully healed on his forearms, right where the sleeves ended. He scratched at one of them. “You okay?” She asked, a little worried for a moment.
“No, yeah, I’m fine.” He looked at her. “I’m just very clumsy.” It almost sounded as if he made it up on the spot, but it also seemed plausible.
“Ohh...gotcha. I totally get that.” Sierra noticed that the teacher was writing something on the whiteboard, trying to get ready for the class to begin--notes or something similar. She copied the things that she thought were important in rushed handwriting. She mumbled in irritation, erasing some of it.
“My aunt says it’s because I grew so fast.” He said before immediately regretting it. He mentally cursed himself for his awkwardness. He tried to focus back on his notes, hoping he didn’t completely embarrass himself; trying to pretend that she didn’t even hear him.
“Well, I wouldn’t worry about that. Pretty sure they’ll patch it in the next update.” She looked away, unsure if she made the situation worse. Peter laughed quietly, covering his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Balanced mechanics would be nice, for once.” She chuckled, grateful he didn’t hate the joke. They sat in semi-comfortable silence the rest of the class, helping each other with notes when it was needed. When the bell rang, it turned out that they were both heading in the same direction to their next class, gym. At that point, likely from fatigue or exhaustion, Sierra wasn’t feeling well enough to participate in class. She headed over to the bleachers, sitting with her closest friend, Liz. They’d been friends since middle school.
“Hey, Sierra.” She said with a smile as the girl sat beside her.
“Hi. Mind if I stick around?”
“No, not at all. Betty’s coming over to sit with us. Her and Felicity.” She leaned back somewhat. “How are you? Your mom feeling better?”
“I’m okay. Mom’s much better today.” Liz smiled at her response.
“Good.” Betty and Felicity walked over, the latter opting to sit near MJ, away from the immediate group. The others had been talking for a bit, asking ‘fuck, marry, kill’.
“This again?” Sierra asked, slightly irritated. They always gave weird answers, illogical in her opinion.
“They’re bored.” Liz shrugged. Seymour, a boy with dark complexion and short hair, laughed at something before turning to Sierra.
“Collins: fuck, marry, kill. Iron Man, Wanda, Captain America.” He asked. She sighed.
“Fuck Wanda, kill Iron Man, marry Cap.”
“What about the Spider-Man?” Liz asked.
“It’s just Spider-Man.” Betty shook her head, pulling the hair out of her eyes.
“Did you guys see the bank security cam on YouTube? He fought off four guys!” She defended him.
“Oh my god, she’s crushing on Spider-Man.”
“No way…” Sierra muttered. She didn’t exactly have the highest opinion of him, despite respecting him.
“I mean…” Liz shrugged. “Sort of…? I don't know, what's with you being against him. You like him, right?” She asked Sierra.
“No, Betty's got a point. You're like my best friend but I'll never understand your obsession. He's literally so awkward and a complete dork.”
“Dorkiness can be cute." She stated with a shrug.
“How do you know he's like that? Have you met him?" Seymour teased.
“No, no, nothing like that. Just the vibe from those videos on YouTube.” Sierra explained with an uncomfortable chuckle.
"He could literally be thirty years old." Betty told Liz with a disgusted expression.
“Yeah, and what if he's, like, seriously burned?" Seymour asked.
“I don't care, I'll love him for who he is on the inside.” Liz said, pointing to her chest for emphasis.
“Yeah but have you ever actually met Spider-Man? You don't know who he is on the inside, either. You just know him from what he does. He could be a completely different person off the job.” Sierra pointed out, tilting her head slightly.
“From what I know, he's a great person who helps people.” Liz said.
“What about Echo, they're pretty badass." Seymour pointed out. Echo was a reclusive--the term used loosely, they were everywhere but were good at evading any documenting of their work--vigilante, a being that could manipulate shadows.
“I didn't think many people knew about Echo. There isn't much info on them from what I could find online.” She glanced at him, interested.
“I've only seen one video of them, but they seem a lot cooler than Spider-Man. The whole mystery thing.” He explained.
“They are kinda cool I guess.” Liz added. “I just think Spider-man is more of an icon, you know?” She said, ignoring the offended look Sierra was giving her.
“I didn't know they had videos.” She tried to ignore it. “Could you send them to me when you get a chance?”
“Yeah, of course.” He nodded.
“Oooo, someone has a crush on Echo.” Betty playfully teased.
“I don't, I just like knowing about heroes.” She shrugged. “I mean you guys mocked me for saying that Seidr was cool. And I was proven right.” Felicity slowly took out her earbuds.
“What are they talking about?” She asked MJ, tired. She looked up from her book and glanced at the group.
“Um, I think I heard something about Spider-man being thirty.” She shrugged, looking back at the book.
“Oh. Sounds kinda dumb.” She shifted slightly, as if to turn more towards her, to be polite. “That any good?”
“Yeah, that's true. Seidr is definitely a girlboss." Seymour nodded, leaning back against the seats behind him. “You can have Echo if that means I can take Spider-man.” Liz joked, looking at Sierra.
“It's very yeah, it's great. I could lend it to you once I'm done, if you'd like.” MJ said, glancing at Felicity, who nodded. “I only have like twenty chapters left so I'll probably be finished by Friday.” She nodded, trying not to smile.
“You literally don't listen. You and Spider-Man are perfect for each other.” Sierra muttered, irritated.
“Thank you, I'm honored you think that.” Liz laughed softly, putting her hand on her heart dramatically.
“Peter knows Spider-Man!” One of the guys, Ned--if Sierra remembered the name correctly--suddenly shouted from where people were actually participating in class.
"No, n-no!" Peter quickly sat up, panicked. “No, I mean--”
“They’re friends.” He continued, oblivious to the looks everyone was giving them.
“Yeah, like Coach Wilson and Captain America are friends.” Flash, objectively a complete jackass, sneered as he jumped down from the rope he was climbing. Sierra didn’t get along with him and he frequently bullied Peter.
“I-I’ve met him.” He stuttered. “Yeah. A couple times. But it’s, um...through the Stark internship. Mm-hmm.” He turned to Ned, glaring daggers and gritting his teeth. “And I'm not really supposed to talk about it.”
“Well, that’s awesome. Hey, you know what? Maybe you should invite him to Liz’s party. Right?” Flash looked over, as if to be sure the party was still going on.
“He said he just met him once, leave him alone.”
“Actually, I might not be able to make it to the party. I have a date with Black Widow.” He looked at Sierra with a glare.
“Yeah, I’m having people over tonight.” Liz confirmed, trying to keep them from talking over each other and arguing. “You’re more than welcome to come.”
“Having a party?” Peter asked, still try
“Yeah, it’s gonna be dope. You should totally invite your personal friend Spider-Man.”
“Flash, you absolute dumbass, Widow's already got a boyfriend who she's happy with. She wouldn't waste her time.”
“Correction, no one would waste their time with you.” Betty added.
“I don’t care.” He threw his hands up in defeat. “Sorry, I forgot I was talking to the super-nerd.”
“You'd think in a world of gods and heroes that could've been straight out of the movies, you'd pay more attention to the world around you. But no, you're still the same shitty self-centered asshole as usual.”
“Collins!” Coach Wilson interrupted, trying to calm the situation down. “Alright! We can stop that there! Can everyone go back to what they were doing? Thank you.” Sierra stepped back.
“Why are you booing me? I'm right.” She mumbled, looking at Peter with an apologetic expression before going back over to the others. She didn't usually start shit with a crowd around, but she was just so fed up with Flash's bullshit at that moment specifically.
“Okay, Sierra, go off.” Liz smiled at her, proud of her otherwise introverted friend speaking her mind for once.
“That's a once in a lifetime thing. Promise.” She backtracked, all of a sudden getting shy, as realizing what happened.
“No, that was the best thing ever. I can’t speak for anyone else, but you kinda said what I was thinking.” She smiled.
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