#peter parker x older female reader

[certainlynotasimp]

Just A Bite.

(Miguel O' Hara x Female! Reader)

A/N: Hello~ I got another Miggy and Sunny post for my beloved readers, and I think you'll like it. I'm still working on the request too, but I had this idea and I had to write it. Also if you want to be notified about this series, please leave a comment on this post, and if you wanna read more then check out my master list.

Also thank you guys for 100 followers! I really appreciate you guys so much and I hope you all stay with me on this journey!

Warnings: Grumpy x Sunshine, Barley any use of (Y/N) ((Sunny is a nickname, not her name)), Female pronouns, Miguel being a teasing mf, Gwen being a snoopy spider, Establish Relationship?, Fluff, a little break in canon, and Google translate Spanish ((please give me critique if you guys are fluent in Spanish because I don't know how to speak it.))

Still haven't seen the movie yet so excuse any inaccuracies.

“So are they?” Jessica stops picking at her salad as the younger SpiderWoman peers over her shoulder.

Turning her head slightly, it didn’t take her long to discover what the young protégé’s attention is focused on. 

The signature blue costume hugged the tall Spiderman as he stood several feet away from them. His normally dangerous talons were hidden by the two trays of food in each hand. His eyes were narrowed in annoyance as he seems to be hyperlinked on something. It didn’t take long before Jessica figured out who she needed to spot as the source of Miguel’s irritation. 

The black and white costume of the tiny spider caught her eyes first before she realizes that Peter B. Parker had enamored her attention away from Miguel.

 Well, not so much him, but the one-month-old Mayday Parker had the Spider Society's sunshine orbiting around her. Her little hand grasps around the digit of an older woman as Sunny cooes. A look of awe and sadness filled her eyes as the whole world seemed to disappear around her.

“Are they what?” Jessica asks as she turns her attention back to her lunch, mildly groaning as her little bug certainly didn’t appreciate the diet their daddy put them on. 

“Is Miguel and (Y/N) together?” Gwen repeats her question as she analyzes Miguel’s body language.

It was odd to Gwen as Miguel appeared to be annoyed that he had to hold their plates while waiting on her, but he didn’t make a move to say to rush along the tiny spider. In fact, Gwen nearly choked on her drink as she sees the longing gaze in his garnet eyes.

“To be honest…” Jessica catches Gwen’s attention again as she starts packing away her now empty tray with trash. “I’ve been a part of the Society for a long time, but Sunny was here before I was. Her and Miguel are kinda a packaged deal, but I have no idea if they are together.” Gwen tilts her head with a confused look on her face. She knew the older Spiderwoman was one of the first members of the Society when Miguel created it, but she didn’t know the cheery spider was here longer than Jess. 

“She was here before you?”

“She was here before all of us.” Peter interrupts as he plops in the seat next to Gwen. The infant was now quietly sleeping against her father’s chest with webbing holding her up. Peter steals one of Gwen’s french fries off of her tray as Gwen looked annoyed by him. “Miss Sunshine was the first spider Miguel recruited from what I heard, and I should know.” He plops the fry into his mouth as he chats. “I was the second.”

Jessica chuckles at Gwen’s shocked face at the realization as to how long the futuristic spider man has had his cheery companion. “Little bit wants to know if the big guy and Sunny are a thing or not?” Peter raises an eyebrow as he teases Gwen, “Why? You got a crush on one of them?”

“Ew, no. They are old and I’m 16. It's just they are always together and they seem like a couple, but they don’t do normal couple things.” Gwen whines as her face burns in embarrassment.

“First off, they are not old.” Peter scoffs as he runs a hand through his own graying hair. “Miguel is 28 and Sunny just turned 27.”

Jessica giggles as a memory pops into her mind. The look on Miguel’s face when his smaller companion brought him a cake she made for his birthday will forever be Jessica’s favorite moment since joining this team. Well, the second greatest moment. The slight teary-eyed look the leader gave to the bouncing spider as he had to endure her butchering the birthday song was also very funny. At least she can cook better than she can sing.

“And adult relationships aren’t like the ones you’ve seen in high school.” Peter sighs as he remembers the regretful decisions he made in high school. “They aren’t gonna make out in the hallways or tell each other that they love each other every five minutes.” “So they are together?” Gwen slaps Peter’s hand away from her fries, which causes the baby to stir. Peter hastily bounces the baby as he throws Gwen a glare.

“Oh, I have no idea,” Peter answers honestly as Gwen plops her head on the table. “Why don’t you ask them?”

Jessica smiles fondly as Mayday stares at Peter as he finally starts eating his own food. Her hand wanders to the growing baby bump as she looks into Gwen’s frustrated gaze. “Never hurts to ask. But I suggest asking Sunny because Miguel will deny everything.”

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“Miss. (Y/N), are you dating Spiderman?” Gwen rehearses to herself as she wanders down the corridor, trying to find her cheery colleague. Gwen groans as rubs her face in frustration, hating all the ideas she came up with sounded childish. How do you ask a grown woman if she is dating her boss? Especially if you’re mutant superheroes who travel to different dimensions and fight anomalies in bright spider costumes.

Just as Gwen rounds a corner, a series of grunts fall into her ears as she draws closer to the combat simulator. One of Lyla’s ideas for the HQ was to include a training room with the ability to use advanced AIs to simulate how fighting in different dimensions. She also thought it would be a fun idea to make it a level system so Miguel can review their abilities and hand out missions appropriate for the skill sets. Gwen attempted to fight in there several times, but she always gets her ass handed to her once she reaches level 3. 

Reaching the door, she peers into the window and sees a disheveled Miguel as he stood in his spider suit in a barely lit simulation. His back to her, she can see his shoulders heave as he pants for a breath of relief in this difficult setting. Despite his lack of spidey sense, Gwen knew he was pretty agile and was one of the strongest Spidermen they had. His talons emerge as his mask disintegrates. His fangs shine in the dim lighting as he looks around the room, looking for something. 

Hunting for something.

She ducks when Miguel looks her way before peeking her head back up. Before she can realize what’s going on, a flash of white gets whipped at the menacing spider, causing him to shred the opposing webbing to bits. Miguel focuses on the direction the attack came from as a smirk rolls onto his face as he approaches his invisible prey. His eyes a dangerous red as his mischief and hunger grows at the anticipation.

“¿Dónde estás, mi pequeña araña?” The predator purrs as his gaze locks on a particular corner. Gwen could barely hear it, but a faint sound of panting, of his prey trying to catch her breath. “No me dejarías esperando demasiado, ¿verdad? Extraño desesperadamente tu dulce rostro, querida.”

Miguel saunters slowly towards the faint sound, a glint of victory shining in his eyes as the smell of her perfume floats into his nose. His smirk turns into a deviously sweet smile as he cracks the bones in his hand. “Especialmente cuando estás gimiendo tan dulcemente debajo de mí…” He mumbles as he finally lunges toward the corner. Gwen puts a hand in her mouth to hide the gasp as he pounces but tilts her head in confusion as his hunt turns sour.

Miguel looks equally stunned for a moment when he realizes that nothing was in his grasp. He pats around the corner to make sure before his hand gets caught on something. He growls as he tries to free his hand upon realizing that it was a trap. A flash of white traps the other hand to the wall above the other as the air rings with giggles. 

“Caught you, Miggy!~” A voice cheers from above as both Miguel and Gwen look up to the ceiling. In a faint glow of green, the victorious smile of the small jumping spider appears out of thin air. Unexpectedly, Miguel meets her smile with a warm chuckle as the hints of a smile appear on his face. “You certainly did, little one.” He sighs as the woman hops down and lands in a crouch position in front of him. Gwen smiles at the adorable display until the older woman leaned over to Miguel’s shoulder. Miguel flinches slightly with a flush of red covering his face as Gwen realizes what just happened.

‘Did she just bite him?!’ Gwen thought as she stared at the smiling duo in bewilderment. 

“Think its going to leave a mark?” He commented as he watches in amusement as his sunshine glares at him.

“It better! Yours are gonna take forever to heal.” She huffs as she stands up. Miguel rolls his eyes and chuckles at her attempt to appear annoyed. 

“It's not that bad…” “NOT THAT BAD?!” Sunny blurts out, interrupting the amused man.

The top part of her costume disintegrates, exposing her tank top underneath as Gwen had to stop herself from shouting in shock. Littering the small spider’s frame were 5 large bruising bite marks, each featuring two distinct puncture wounds. Gwen looks up at the panel beside the door and sees they are on level 6 of 1v1 combat simulation. The realization dawns on the teenager as her face turns an unflattering shade of red. Before she can witness anymore, Gwen teleports out of the corridor as the duo sees the flash of orange. 

“What was that?”

“I don’t know, but whoever it was is gonna be on trash duty for a month”

~~~~~

“So you ever asked her about if she and Miguel are-”

“No, and I’ll never try to figure that out again.”

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A/N: Please please let me know what else you guys wanna see or throw me some critiques. I love hearing from you all!!

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[mrsdarkandyandere7]

May I please request some Yandere Peter Parker x reader where she's the youngest maximoff? She also had the same powers as Wanda. After she got assaulted by Peter she was able to escape, she later found out she was pregnant and was able to raise the kid far away from Peter. Her son knew what happened because he would spot some scars on his mother’s skin and he could even see her flinching. He could never forgive what his bastard father did to his mother.

One day, her son of her snuck out to have a party with his friends. He didn’t know the place was held where Spiderman is and (y/n) was able to track her son down.

But they didn’t expect to see a familiar face who just landed in front of them. It was Peter Parker who was very happy to see them both. (Y/n) is very frightened to see him and her son goes forward ready to protect her at all costs. Talk about a horrifying family reunion.

Family Matters

Pairing: Dark Peter Parker x (female) Reader

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

More at Masterlist

WARNINGS: Implied forced pregnancy and toxic relationship; Attempted kidnapping.

AN: So, I made this a bit longer than what i wanted plus it has a open-ending, so it's up to your imagination how you want it to end cause i really have no idea how to complete this. Hope you enjoy this :)

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“No.” Your tone is assertive, leaving no room for discussion. 

“Why not? It’s an Avenger’s party, mom! Only superheroes there, it’s not even dangerous or anything.” Jason nags, looking up from his phone and suddenly you’re struck by his face. He looks so much like Peter that it hurts, but then you have to remind yourself that he’s not Peter. 

He’s Jason, your son, the light that shines the darkness within you. 

The only good thing in your life. 

It’s been long since you’ve moved on from Peter, moving away from New York to Boston while erasing all traces of you. You changed your name, your bank account, doing all you could to create a new identity. You even went as far as cutting contact with everyone from your old life, including your older sister Wanda. 

You didn’t even use your powers anymore, feeling like they had become somewhat blocked. Now you live your life as an ordinary single-mom but you have your own share of secrets. 

Jason knows how he was conceived and how bad things were with Peter, but you never told him that his father is Spiderman. And that’s exactly why you don't want him to go to that party.

“Jason, you can’t go and that’s final.” you declare, returning your attention back to the uncut vegetables for the dinner, completely ignoring Jason’s whines and begging. 

You can’t let Peter find out about Jason. 

No no no.

This can’t be happening. 

Jason’s room is empty, without any sign of him. The window is partially open, a cold breeze entering the room, causing your bones to chill both in cold and fear. 

You already know where he must’ve gone. That Avenger’s party. 

You search his desk for some clue or indication of where the party is being held. A small post-it has the address and you rush there, panicking over Jason finding Peter or the other way around.

The overwhelming feeling that your life is about to get wrecked doesn’t stop all the way in the cab and you can’t stop overthinking about all the possible scenarios of how the outcome of this horrible night. 

You reach the luxurious building ready to beg your way in, but the security guards just allow you to enter, without any questions. It only adds more concern to your mind, has Peter found you already? 

The whole room is filled with loud music, people dancing all over the place and you spot a very drunk Tony dancing on top of a table while Steve tries to get him down.

A small pang of nostalgia hits you as you look at them for a moment, remembering the days where you used to be a part of the team, helping them save the world. 

You shake your head, trying to focus back on finding Jason. He’s your priority now, you can’t let Peter find him or you. Your eyes carefully scrutinize through the crowd, but there are no signs of Jason nor any of his friends. 

You scratch your arm with anxiety, feeling too exposed. Where is he?

Turning around, you meet Peter, who’s right in front of you. Suddenly your whole body freezes as you face Peter, both of you standing in surprise. 

For a moment, everything slows down. Peter seems older but still has the boyish features he’s always had. Practically everything about him is the same. 

Peter also stares you down, a disbelief look in his face. He opens his mouth but you’re fast to turn around, starting to head towards the exit. You don’t get much far though, as Peter swiftly grabs your arm, pulling you with ease towards one of the corridors. Panic bubbles inside of you, your legs shaking as your body is forced by Peter to keep moving. 

Your mind is frozen, your whole body seems to go numb. The only thing that keeps you in place is Peter’s hold in your wrist. You absently notice as he pulls you into a fairly dark room. 

Peter doesn’t waste time hugging you, his arms possessively wrapped around your frame. He buries his nose in your hair, inhaling your perfume as you go limp in his arms. 

“Fuck, it’s been too long. I’ve missed you so much, you know that?” his voice is low, filled with longing and desire. His arms tighten around you, making you flinch as realizations slowly starts to hit you.

“I looked around, I searched for you so much. I never stopped looking out for you even after all these years. Even Wanda didn’t know where you were, all she told me was that you had a son. Our son.” he says, pulling away from the hug. His eyes are practically glinting with happiness while yours are filled with horror.

Something inside you snaps as he mentions your son. Your son. Not his, but yours. 

Suddenly you push Peter hard, causing him to step back.

"Leave me alone. Leave us alone. We don't want anything to do with you." you scream, seeing a brief look of fury fill his face before turning your back on him.

You move towards the door but as soon as your hand touches the handle, two arms attach themselves to your body, pulling you away from the door.

"You're not going anywhere, don't think you're going to run away from me again." he roars. You struggle in his embrace but he doesn't weaken his iron embrace, if anything he gains more strength, starting to pull you further away from the door. 

It makes you panic even more, air starting to get scarce to breathe but you still manage to scream, hoping someone would help you.

The door kicks open and a young man appears on the door, without breath. 

“Please, help me!” you yell. Just as you look at him, you realize it’s Jason. Your son looks shocked to see you there, but he doesn’t hesitate to jump in to your aid. Peter’s hold on you falters for a brief moment, but he doesn’t relent as he and Jason wrestle to get you.

“Hey, get off my mom!” Jason yells, his hand coming to twist Peter’s wrist, successfully forcing him to release you. 

You take the chance to get away from Peter, rushing to your son’s side. Peter and Jason stand in front of each other, a practically exact copy of each other with only a few differences. Hard not to realize that they are father and son. 

You hide behind Jason, taking a small scared peek towards Peter only to regret it. He looks furious, probably because the warm and happy family reunion he expected didn’t happen. Jason’s body irradiates hatred, acknowledging his father for the first time in his life.

“You can't keep her away from me, son.” Peter slowly declares, his fist clenching hard. 

“You’re not getting anywhere near her, know that, dad.” Jason scoffs, ignoring the way Peter’s eyes flash with utter anger.

Neither of them move, standing like cold statues. None of them will give up on you, you’re sure of that. 

One hell of a family reunion. 

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[feelslikeacruelsummer]

marvel headcanons

weirdly specific headcanons for my favorite characters,

some traits may not align with canon or popular fan opinions. these are just my opinions, to each their own !!

!! TW: s/h , ptsd , disability , neurodivergence , anxiety , depression , alcohol

Gwen Stacy :

lesbian + non-binary

she/they

has a secret spider-girlfriend

obsessed with pop-tarts and tries them in every universe

spends her free time at the animal shelter petting dogs, the workers from many universes know her since they come by so often, and they always welcome her.

won’t admit it but secretly wants to be an english teacher when she grows up

Peter Parker :

trans ftm + bisexual

he/him

his parents are rich lawyers who travel a lot, so he’s always lived with his Aunt, May. doesn’t have contact with his birth parents

has social anxiety and a severe anxiety disorder

has a soft spot for dalmations

in the process of filing for a psychiatric service dog for his panic attacks

has adhd

Wanda Maximoff :

bisexual with a female preference

has a wife !!!

massive swiftie

has two twins and an adopted daughter

disability mom, billy has angelman syndrome and tommy has autism and epilepsy

in therapy to work on her trauma trigger responses ie. controllingness

has suffered with severe depression

loves loves loves dogs (has two goldendoodles, snowflake and rocky)

Yelena Belova :

queer woman

convert jew, found herself in the religion and found a community through a support group for, and run by, woman in her synagogue.

absolutely in love with Kate Bishop

very protective over kate and shows her off to everyone

has a ptsd service dog named sasha, who helps with her flashbacks

has struggled with s/h, but is in therapy and getting better

has a very sexual relationship with kate and everyone in the compound steers clear of the hallway where kate and yelena’s rooms are

Kate Bishop :

pansexual + demigirl

madly in love with Yelena Belova

super innocent but would do unholy things for her girlfriend

hates all dogs. except her dog, pizza-dog-lucky. lucky is different.

slight mommy issues

bottom asf , and a massive brat

super snarky but easily gets her feelings hurt

was homeschooled her whole life, and she never lost that childish energy

thinks her girlfriend’s protectiveness is cute, but loves to push against it to see yelena get all hot and bothered

always spends the holiday season with clint’s family (partially bec she loves them and partially to save on heating bills in the colder months)

spam posts every detail of her life on insta stories + makes mini-vlog reels 24/7

Natasha Romanoff :

demiromantic + unlabeled

hates labels, she likes who she likes end of story.

has a massive soft spot for cats, and has 3 of her own, Tumeric, Spots, and Dart.

has a massive unrequited crush on wanda

she’s labeled as the “bed-hopper” by her friends for her string of serial hookups after she left the redroom, but she wants nothing more than to settle down with a wife and even more cats.

top

big mommy issues and that usually comes across in her relationships, as she seeks out (sometimes older) people with nurturing qualities.

battled alcoholism during the dark days in the blip from losing her sister, but she has an amazing therapist and is now sober

Kamala Khan :

bisexual

she/they

really into tarot

best friends with America Chaves and has a small gay crush on her

constantly gets in trouble with teachers for being too loud and talking in class

has inattentive adhd and always forgets to take her meds

has a very popular carol danvers x fem reader fanfic on A03 that she hides from her parents but she always neglects her homework to make sure she updates regularly for her readers

loves tacos

has sensory issues and gets sensory overload breakdowns due to sound and this can trigger her powers to go haywire while she’s overstimulated

her family puts a lot of pressure on marriage but she just wants to live in a house with america and spend the rest of their lives together reading fanfic and rewatching avengers movies

she kissed america once and they never talked about it again, though they both have hinted at wanting to do it again.

#kamala khan #gwen stacy #marvel headcanons #spider gwen #ms marvel #doctor strange in the multiverse of madness #scarlet witch #wanda maximoff #peter parker #spiderman #trans spiderman #natasha romanoff #black widow #yelena belova #hawkeye #kate bishop #i actually made this wtf #part two will happen eventually

[petertingle-yipyip]

LOOKALIKE - MULTIVERSE!READER

Pairing: None directly; implied multiverse!matt x multiverse!spidergirl!reader

Word Count: 2,447

Summary: Spider Noire, a female spider themed hero, and Spider-man’s partner. Yanked from her universe and dropped into a new one, she finds someone familiar but still different. // is this great? no. is it fun? eh. am i posting it anyway? yeah. //

This wasn’t New York. You quickly realized that when you nearly collided with a skyscraper in the path you were swinging, one that had been clear less than a blink ago.

Wel, maybe it was. But it wasn’t your New York.

The blocks weren’t set up the right way. Businesses that were on 11th were now on 44th. The bodega you and Matt always went to was replaced with a shoe store. Your own apartment building was now a Target.

With no idea where you were, you ran to the only place that seemed to be familiar. It was late so the chances that anyone was there were minuscule. He was probably out doing his work as the Kitchen’s vigilante but you had nowhere else to go.

You burst through the doors to Nelson and Murdock and found Karen sitting at her desk, a light on in either office to the sides. Your sudden entrance made her jump from her seat as you yanked the mask off your face.

“Thank God.” You sighed. “Is Matt here?”

“Matt Murdock?” She asked carefully.

“Yeah.” You nodded.

“No, he’s not here. I can get Foggy for you though, but um.. Who should I tell him is here?”

“What? Karen, c’mon. You know me.” Your brows furrowed.

“I’m sorry.” She let out a nervous chuckle.

“Karen, it’s me. Y/N Osborne?” The blank expression in her eyes made you continue, almost desperate to have her recognize you. “Spider Noire? Black and gold spandex suit?” You gestured to the suit you were still wearing. “I work with Spiderman and Daredevil all the time?”

“You know Daredevil?” Her brows raised.

“What is going on?” You let out a stressed laugh and pushed your hands through your hair.

“What’s going on out here?” Foggy came out and you were relieved to see at least he was the same.

“Y/N Osborne is here.” Karen spoke carefully.

“Osborne?” His brows raised as he turned to you. “You mean Y/N Parker?”

“Parker?” You laughed. “I’m not related to Peter, I’m related to Harry. Remember? We used to joke that Oscorp got me into Columbia.”

“The Y/N I knew was Peter Parker’s older cousin. She applied to Columbia but ended up at MIT instead.”

“Knew?”

“Yeah, Y/N died a couple years ago fighting the Hand.”

“The Hand? No, it wasn’t me that died. Elektra died that night.”

“Matt said you both did.”

“This doesn’t make any sense.” You mumbled to yourself. “And that- that- that kid on the billboard? The one who killed fishbowl guy. Who is that?”

“Spiderman?”

“C’mon, guys. Peter’s like my brother. I think I'd know if he was a murderer. That’s not Spiderman.”

“Yes, it is.” He nodded and took a few steps closer. “Are you okay? Is there someone we can call for you?”

“You’re not Foggy.” You said sadly and stepped backwards, fighting back the tears. “You’re not Foggy and I can’t find Peter and something is really wrong.”

“Ms. Osborne, wait.” He tried but you were already running out the door.

You yanked your mask back down and shot a web at the roof across the street. You ignored the shouts from the streets below. Some yelled for you to go home, that they hated Spiderman. They must’ve mistaken you for Spiderman because they yelled that you were a murderer. They hated you, but you had no idea what was happening.

You didn’t know Mysterio. You didn’t know why Spiderman suddenly looked different. You didn’t know why everyone knew Peter Parker was Spiderman. While everything was spinning in your head, your body reacted to something being thrown at you.

You dove out of the way and shot a web at it so you could fling it back at whoever threw it. When you looked over, you saw the familiar silhouette. You let out a sigh of relief before yanking off your mask.

“Thank God it’s you.” You breathed.

“I’m gonna need you to answer some questions.” Matt said firmly and you felt your skin buzz when you realized Matt was ready to fight you.

“Matt?”

“Who are you?”

“Not you too.” You said sadly.

“Who do you work for?”

You groaned loudly and knocked both fists against your forehead.

“Don’t make me ask again.”

“I don’t work for anyone! Why does no one believe me?” You shouted, watching as Matt began to walk slow circles around you.

“Fisk?”

“Who?” You asked in defeat.

“Yakuza? Did the Hand do this?”

“No, I-“ You groaned and flicked a quick shot at his feet. “Your pacing is making me anxious.”

“You need to tell me who you are.”

“Oh my-“ You complained before you dropped to sit cross-legged on the floor. “Y/N Osborne. You know me.”

“Y/N…” He said your name softly, as if he hadn’t said it in so long. “But she’s..”

“Dead? Yeah, I’m just as confused as you are… Something’s not right, but I’m not smart enough to figure it out on my own. I thought you could help, but obviously you can’t.”

“You’re not Y/N. Not the one I knew, at least.” Matt said carefully, kneeling to free his foot. The tension in your body had dulled and now you just felt lost. “Your heartbeat is different.”

“How?” Your head tilted and you watched as he pulled off the helmet. Overall, he was the same Matt you knew back home, but his hair was shorter and even though it was messy from the helmet, you knew it was probably styled poorly. That was almost enough to make you laugh but you found a small comfort in seeing the same eyes you knew. The same features, same expression, same inflictions in his voice.

“It’s stronger. You're stronger.”

“You said you knew me as Y/N Parker?”

“Yeah… And you couldn’t do this.” He gave a small smile as he gestured to your webbing. “You trained with Elektra and Stick.”

“Yeah, I knew Ellie. But I met her when I met you, back in college. At Columbia.”

“You’re so different…” He said softly. “You’re telling the truth but… You’re just not my Y/N.”

“Yeah, I’m figuring that part out.” You sighed. “You’re a dead ringer for my Matt, though. Perfect lookalike.”

He gave a small laugh. “I hope that’s a good thing.”

“It is.” You smiled softly. “But it isn’t. Just makes me miss him more.”

“Have you tried finding Spiderman?”

“Peter? I don’t even know how I found you.” You laughed nervously.

“Technically, I found you.” He teased and you mimicked him, making him laugh.

“I don’t even know if I’d find this Peter or the Peter I know. Hell, there could be five Peter Parkers floating around now.”

“I could help you.” He offered.

You glanced around the New York skyline and felt an odd sensation. It felt like a string, tugging you and it sent a strange feeling to the pit of your stomach. It sent a tingle across your skin and almost made you shiver.

“No… I think I have an idea.” You said distantly, attention still stuck on that feeling. You felt if you turned away, it would move and you wouldn’t be able to find it again. “If you can’t get out of that-“ You offered over your shoulder as you fixed your mask back into place. “-it normally falls apart in a couple hours.”

“Couple hours?” He repeated in shock. “No. Y/N, c’mon.”

“It’s fine. You’ll be fine. I gotta go.”

“Y/N!”

“Later, Daredevil!” You called as you stepped off the roof.

After what felt like an eternity of swinging in circles, you finally let your feet hit the ground. You yanked your mask again and slammed it at your feet.

“Goddammit.” You huffed and shoved your fingers through your hair.

You stopped on that rooftop and surveyed the nearby buildings, hoping to see a familiar figure in his trademark red and blue spandex. But you seemed to be alone, despite the way your head screamed that you were right.

“Where are you, Peter?” You asked the city, hoping the streets would answer or the lights would point you in the right direction. You didn’t really expect an answer so you jumped when you heard the voice.

“If you’re looking for a fight.” A tired voice came from behind you. You spun quickly with your fists ready, only to find a boy hunched over his folded knees that he clutched to his chest. “I really don’t wanna deal with that right now.”

“A fight? No, no.” You relaxed your hands and folded them behind your back instead. “I- I didn’t realize anyone else was up here. I’m sorry. I can go.”

“Doesn’t matter… I don’t care anymore.”

“Are you-“ You said gently, moving to crouch beside him. “Are you Peter?”

“Mhmm.”

“Peter Parker?”

“Unfortunately.” He muttered. “Who are you?”

“That’s a little uh, bleak. What’s going on, little Spidey?”

“Well everyone looking for me from another universe has tried to kill me so...”

“I’m sorry, another universe?” You repeated in disbelief but that seemed to be the most fitting explanation. “That’s what this is? Huh. Oh man, Pete’s probably loving this.”

“Well this Peter isn’t because tonight has been the worst night of my life and I want it all to be over.”

“Ah.” You nodded. “That seems to be the trend with Peter Parkers, apparently. The whole always having someone trying to kill you bit. My Peter deals with that all the time… Something really bad happened tonight, didn’t it?” You asked gently once you realized just how beat up he was.

All he could do was nod while he clutched his knees a little tighter.

“People call me Spider Noire, by the way.” You sat beside him and crossed your legs. “But most of the time, it’s Y/N Osborne.”

“Osborne?” He repeated quickly. Defensively, almost. “Like- Like Norman Osborne? The Green Goblin Osborne?”

“Norman, yes. But my dad was never the Goblin.” You defended immediately, putting your hands up in surrender. “He died of some sickness. They never tell the kid the details, especially if she’s not the one getting the company… No, that honor - along with the Green Goblin title - went to my brother before he died.”

“Oh…” He replied in a small voice. “What happened to your brother?”

“He died in a fight against Spiderman. Harry - that’s my brother - tried to kill me and his best friend’s girlfriend.. Dropped us down a clock tower. I managed to save myself but Gwen wasn’t so lucky… Kind of a shitty thing to do if you ask me but hey. It is what it is.”

“Against Spiderman…”

“Yeah, but I think it’s for the best.”

“Really?”

“I don’t think I could’ve forgiven him for what he did.” You confessed. “And even if he didn’t die against my Peter, I probably would’ve killed him myself.”

“You wanted revenge on your own brother?”

“To be quite honest, I don’t think he really saw me as his sister… I think he hated me and whatever made him snap just brought it to the surface. And I don’t look like my father so I have a theory that I was adopted but the only people who would’ve known are dead.”

“I’m sorry about your friend.” He offered honestly.

You thought it was kind that he would offer his sympathy to you, despite his clear suffering. You had seen the billboards and magazine stories that criminalized him. You received a handful of the hate and threats intended for him. You saw the news report of the demolished condo building from his fight. You saw the flash of Dr. Connors in his lizard form and the blur of a modified version of the Osborne glider. You knew he was going through hell in those moments, but he still offered you - a complete stranger from an apparently different universe - his kindness.

“Who was it?” You tried. “If you’re okay with me asking.”

“Hmm?”

“Tonight.” You shifted to face him. “I saw that there was a body recovered after a massive explosion during a Spiderman fight. Who did you lose tonight?”

“My Aunt May.”

“Oh no, Peter.” You said gently, putting both hands on his forearms. “I’m so sorry… I know what she meant to my Peter so I can only assume what she meant to you.”

“She was all the family I had left.” He whispered in a pained, broken voice. “How-“ He took a deep breath to settle himself. “How am I supposed to keep doing this without her?”

“I’m afraid I can’t help with that.” You sighed.

“She died because of me.”

“No.” You said quickly. You slid over to be on your knees in front of him to ensure you had his attention. “Peter, I promise it wasn’t your fault. I don’t care how the fight went down but it wasn’t your fault.”

“But it was!” He cried. “I told her- I told her to run. But she didn’t. She stayed with me and now she’s dead! And I couldn’t save her.” His voice fell to a whisper for the last line.

“Guilt is one hell of a burden to carry. Peter, you can’t allow your grief to become guilt because it will ruin you.”

“How do you know?”

“Because I saw it happen to my Peter.”

“What happened?”

“I can’t explain to you what he was feeling because I wouldn’t be able to tell his story right but I know someone who can… Do you wanna help me find my Peter? I’m sure he’d love to talk to you.”

“I don’t wanna do anything other than…”

“Other than what?”

“I want to kill Norman Osborne.”

“I can’t say I don’t understand where you’re coming from.” You nodded. “But you’re so young, Peter. You don’t want that type of blood on your hands, do you?”

“The world already thinks I’m a murderer.” He scoffed and threw his hands forward. “What difference does it make?”

“The difference is whether or not you are. Don’t fit into the narrative that the world paints for you.”

“Peter.” A girl said from behind you. You stood and found a girl and a boy, eyes locked on Peter and near tears.

You stepped away and let them embrace their friend. Your attention turned to a feeling from slightly above you and you turned to find your Peter watching. You let out a sigh of relief as he dropped down to embrace you.

But if you only knew how upside down that night would turn, you never would’ve gone out to begin with. Maybe then you would’ve been safe in your own universe.

#spiderman nwh #multiverse #spiderman fic #daredevil fic #tasm!spiderman #tasm!spiderman x reader #daredevil x reader #daredevil #spiderman #andrew!spiderman fic #andrew!peter parker #andrew!peter x reader #tasm peter parker #mcu fic #mcu multiverse

[mirkwoodshewolf]

I’m the cool aunt; Yelena Belova x child reader

*Author’s note*

This took me a bit due to work and life schedule but I finally came around and decided to do this sweet little request for @zinziekusworld​ who wanted a Yelena Belova x child reader.  Now this is my first time writing for Yelena so I HOPE I did her justice cause really she’s like my FAV female heroine character next to Wanda and Natasha.

Not really any warnings what so ever except maybe a couple of swear words but really this is a FLUFFY FIC where Nat is ALIVE and she is HAPPY as is Yelena continuing saving the other Widows. Enjoy my lovelies until the next oneshot comes out. 

Taglist:

@plethora-of-things​

@waddles03​

@queensdivas​

@queen-paladin​

@psychosupernatural​

@ixchel-9275​

@jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels​

@austynparksandpizza​

@peter-parkers-cullen-nerd​

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Today was a special day.  According to mama, she told me that I would be meeting my Aunt for the first time today since she was here in Ohio and right now I was making a special card for her since this will be the first time meeting her.

“Whatcha doin (Y/n)?” asked my bestest friend in the whole world, Michelle.

“I’m making a card for my auntie. I’m going to be meeting her for the first time today.”

“Wow really, that’s great!” she exclaimed.

“Your aunt’s coming over?” asked my other bestest friend Cera asked.  “That’s not good.”

“What do you mean?” I asked her as I paused my coloring.

“Aunts are nothing but trouble.” She said.  “Whenever my aunt comes over, she always pinches and squeezes my cheeks so hard they’re end up red for a really long time.”

“She’s right. When my aunt comes over, I get covered in her old, nasty aunt spit when she kisses me.” Our other friend Tyler came over to say.

“I don’t think so guys. When my aunt comes over, she brings me presents from all the places she’s been to.” Michelle said.

“Well that’s only one cool aunt that I know of. I heard from Cory that his aunt only gives out mints and toothbrushes for Halloween.” Tyler said.

“And Shanice’s aunt only screams and yells. Trust me, she lives in my neighborhood and when he aunt comes over, everybody knows she’s there.” Cera said.

“Do—do you really think my aunt will be any of those things?”

“Trust me (Y/n), it’s better you don’t get your hopes up. Like I said, aunts are nothing but trouble.” Cera said before walking off with Tyler behind her.

“Don’t listen to her, sometimes Cera doesn’t know what she’s talking about.”

“But then sometimes she does. Remember when she told Derek not to climb up the fence above the batter’s box but he did it anyway.”

“Well Derek’s a jerk and doesn’t listen to anyone.”

“Yeah but remember he ended up screaming his head off and said that she was right. And he never admits to being wrong.”

“Still I wouldn’t let it bother you, I hope you and your aunt get to be good friends with each other. Just like me and my aunt.” She then ran off leaving me to my desk alone looking down at my card nervously.

I was now walking with the rest of the Blue walkers heading away from the school and to our crosswalk that would lead us to the library across the street where all the parents were waiting for us.

The crossing guard soon stepped forward and held up the stop sign as well as held out her hands to get the cards to stop and allow us to walk across the street.  I waved by to Michelle who was picked up by her older sister and I proceeded to walk the rest of the way home (mom made sure that our neighborhood was the safest one in the whole town. Yes she’s the neighborhood watch Captain in case you’re wondering).

It only took a few minutes from the library to arrive at my house. It’s like your basic house, 2 levels, a good backyard, a built-in playground and a good enough space to put up the pool during the summer time.  I punched in the code to unlock the door and I heard the click telling me it was correct then I opened the door.

“Mama I’m home from school!” I called out but there was no response.  I walked further into the house and called out again, “Mom?”

“She ran to the store to get some mac and cheese.” Quickly thinking I took off my shoe and tossed toward the voice but a hand caught it, and peeking out from behind her hand she sung out. “Hi.”

She was fairly young, younger than my mom, had blonde hair and wore a brown jacket, a yellow shirt and black jeans.  Rings decorated her fingers and she had greenish, blue eyes.

“Quick reflexes. Reminds me at that age.” She said as she tossed my shoe to the couch.  “Either she taught you how to do that or you’re just naturally gifted.”

“Who are you?”

“I’m Yelena. I’m an old friend of you mom’s. Old, old friend. And before you make any old people’s joke, I’m not that old!” going by the Russian accent alone, maybe she was one of the former widows my mom helped save long before she adopted me.

“Were you one of the widows?” she looked down solemnly.

“I don’t do that anymore. But yes. We—we knew each other back then. Hell even longer than that you could say.” I looked her up and down and asked.

“How did you get into our house? It’s a secret lock only mom and I know.”

“I was a former widow, breaking into homes was kinda my specialty. Not proud of it but still it’s a skill set. And your mama is too predictable even when she thinks she isn’t.” Yelena said as she sat down at the dinner table, her feet crossed over one another and resting up against the table.

“And I’m supposed to just—believe you?”

“Good reflexes and smart. I like that you’re a good kid.” She said with a slight smile.  “Look you can choose to believe me or not the point is you’ll be needing someone to look after you till your mom comes back so—why not?”

“And when my mom does come back and sees you, will she just accept that?”

“Oh she’s definitely cool with that. Like I said, we practically grew up together. So kiddo, what would you like to do first? You into games? Cause I’ve been trying out that uhh—what do they call it uhh—Mario kart? Yeah, yeah and I’ve gotten pretty good at it. Kate Bishop still hasn’t forgiven me for beating her when she played that dinosaur guy.”

“You mean Yoshi?”

“That’s its name? Yeesh terrible name for a dinosaur.”

“Yoshi’s a great character!”

“Well if you wish to prove me wrong, how about we play for it?” she said pulling out Super Mario kart.  I went over and turned on the Nintendo and then grabbed the two switches consoles and handed her the blue one.  “Give me the red one.” She said.

“But I always use the red one.”

“But I am the guest/babysitter so you have to do what I say, less I tattle-tale you to your mom.” I grumbled and handed her the red Nintendo switch console and she did a soft cheer while I got the blue one.  “Okay so you be that Yoshi lame dino and I’ll be the main guy Mario.”

“Fine with me. And we’ll do my favorite track, Ghost valley.”

“Ooo spooky. You sure you won’t get too scared?” she teased me.

“Will you?” she laughed.

“Smart, quick reflexes and sassy. I’m really liking you kid.” I started up the course and when the countdown began we both made our characters go as fast as they could.

Every twist and turn we made and trying to surpass the other, of course she had to cheat by first covering nudging my side and then tried to make me drop my switch, in the end Yelena won the first round.

“That’s not fair you cheated.”

“No, no it was the ghosts. We were in a haunted valley after all, you know ghosts can pop out of the screens and screw with you. Like this one movie I saw that I may show you.”

“I doubt it. My mom doesn’t allow me to watch scary movies, even though I saw JAWS like a hundred times.”

“The shark movie? Please that’s not scary.”

“It is if you don’t know what lurks in the ocean. Have you seen the way sharks blend with the water?”

“Okay I’ll give you that. But if it were up to me, I’d let you watch scary movies.”

“That’s—wait you’re diverting the conversation of the fact you cheated!”

“Okay so that was a lie, I did cheat. But why not make it two out of three?”

“How about we raise the stakes?” I challenged.

“What do you have in mind?” she asked with a raised brow.

“Well tonight is vegetable night, loser has to eat a double serving of broccoli and asparagus.”

“Eww oh what has your mother done to you? But you’re on kid!” we shook on it and restarted the race to which I won the second round and she won the third.

It was down to the wire with this last race.  Two more turns would decide who would win and who would have to suffer the defeat of double helpings of the disgusting broccoli and asparagus.

“I’m home! (Y/n)?”

“In here mom!” I exclaimed leaning further inward as I shoved Yelena’s leg.

“Hey you little stinker that’s cheating!”

“Like how you tickled me to win the last round!?” I mocked.

“What’s going on here?” I heard mom say.

“Can’t talk Natasha. One more turn and I beat the kid in ghost racing.” Yelena said.

“In your dreams, take this!” I knocked into Mario’s kart which gave me a lead start.

“You little—alright then if it’s dirty you want, it’s dirty you’ll get.” She then suddenly got a power boost and turned on the oil slick trying to get me to slow down and spin out of control.  Unfortunately for her I knew this trick (mom does it to me all the time) so I went up along the walls and sped forward.

“Ahh no way!” she exclaimed as I got in front of her.

“How long have you guys been playing this game?” mom asked us.

“I don’t know what time is it now?” Yelena asked.

“Yes I win!” I stood up and cheered as I was claimed the winner and Yoshi did his little victory dance.

“Noooo!!!!” Yelena cried out as she collapsed along the couch. I copied Yoshi’s dance before turning towards her.

“Told you Yoshi was the best!”

“Well I’m glad to see you’ve been bonding with your aunt while I was shopping.”

Wait what?  I looked at my mom in shock and she nodded.  I turned back to my babysitter who removed the pillow from her face and she once again sung.

“Hi~!”

“You’re my aunt?” I asked.

“Yep.” She said popping the p.

“Wait you didn’t tell her?” mom asked.

“She didn’t ask me if I was her aunt. Plus I thought you told her I was coming.”

“I did.” Mom exclaimed.

“So what did you just—never show a picture of me or something?”

“Wait, wait, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, hold on time out!” I said making the time out sign with my hands.  “If you’re my aunt, then—you’re really fun after all?”

“Who said I wasn’t fun?” she gawked offendedly.

“Well, one of my friends said that aunts are nothing but trouble and are boring, sometimes cranky or always screaming.” Yelena’s mouth dropped and she said.

“I never do anything like that. Plus I am not boring I’m way to talented than that. Did we not just have fun playing the Mario kart game just now?”

“Yeah. But you still lost so that does make you slow.” I laughed.

“Oh yeah?” she suddenly grabbed me and pulled me into her lap as she proceeded to tickle me.  I shrieked and laughed as she taunted me. “Am I slow still? Huh?”

“Stohahap! STOP IHIHIHIHT!!!”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t hear you, I think my old ears might be in the fritz.”

“Alright Yelena that’s enough let her breathe.” My aunt stopped tickling me.

“Not only a poser but you’re a party pooper as well.” She muttered to my mom.

“What was that?”

“Nothing, nothing.” She said louder before looking down at me and winked which made me giggle softly.  “I’m the fun aunt. And that’s what I want to be for you kid. What do you say?”

“I say my bestest friend Michelle was right. Aunts can be fun.”

“Of course, I’m fun, cool, and a total badass.”

“Please don’t swear in front of her Yelena. I’m trying to not teach her bad habits.” Mom said as she began to unpack some of the groceries.

“More like trying to not get me to swear so that uncle Steve doesn’t faint again.” I whispered to her which made her laugh.

“So are any of you gonna help me unpack the groceries or do I have to do everything myself?” mom asked.  I bounced off the couch and trotted over to help her put away some of the lighter stuff while aunt Yelena said she would ‘supervise’ (which basically meant taking a soda and drinking it while mom and I did all the work).

When dinner came around the corner (as promised) I gave my aunt Yelena my broccoli and asparagus to which she whined.

“I thought kids were supposed to forget about bets like that?”

“Not this kid. Now eat up aunt Yelena, it’s good for you mom says so, don’t you mom?”

“Yes indeed. As did our adoptive parents, come on Yelena, you got out of it when you were a kid but you’re not getting out of eating your veggies now.” Mom taunted her.

“Suka.” Yelena muttered under her breath.

“Language.”

“Hey mom can you pass the hot sauce?” I asked.  She reached over for the hot sauce and handed it to me.

“You do hot sauce with your mac and cheese too?” aunt Yelena asked me.

“Oh yeah, I love hot sauce.”

“Respect kid.” She held out her fist and I gave her a fist bump back.  “Maybe I should take you with me and raise you as my daughter. We got like sooo much in common.”

“Like I’d let that happen.” Mom piped in.

“Kidding. You know I wouldn’t do that to you Natasha.” She said before hiding her lips but mouthed off to me before lightly gesturing. ‘You and me, out by morning.’ She gave me another wink before she went back to her broccoli.  “In fact kid give me the hot sauce now, feels like the only thing that can help with this torture. And I’ve been through a lot of torture.”

“No need to scar my daughter for life about your missions and assignments.”

“I don’t know, maybe might have an exciting story to tell her of the places I’ve been, the people I’ve met. What do you say kiddo?”

“I’d like to hear about it. Michelle’s aunt tells her about her trips around the world.”

“Fine but I’m gonna be monitoring the rating of these stories.” Mom said.

“Mom! I’m not 3 years old anymore!” I complained.

“Doesn’t matter how old you get, you’ll always be my little girl. And if I don’t want you exposed to certain things until you’re a certain age, then that’s one of your house rules.”

“Lighten up Natasha, I promise I’ll keep it G rated.” She gave me another wink telling me she’d fill me in on more details after bedtime.

It’s official, I have the coolest aunt in the world and I wouldn’t trade her for anything in the world.

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[z0mbieb0ybyersblog]

request rules!

HOW TO REQUEST

— requests can be sent through my inbox! aka the button on my profile that says request

— state the character, romantic or platonic, the format of the request, and what you want with it

— do you have any specifics for the reader? male, female, blonde, poc, etc?

— PLEASE ACTUALLY SPECIFY WHAT YOU WANT WITH YOUR REQUEST!! ITS VERY HARD FOT ME TO WRITE SOMETHING THAT JUST SAYS "___ x reader (blank)" WITH NO FURTHER EXPLANATION! GIVE ME A PLOT IDEA! And if you want include a prompt you want in it!

WHAT I WILL WRITE:

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male, female, and gender neutral reader

or no reader, I do ships too!!

alternative universe: soulmates, coffee shop, roommates, royal, bookstore, fake relationship, coworkers, neighbors, flower shop, library, bodyguard, modern era, band/rockstar, celebrity, mermaid, pirate, teachers (you can also mix them in your request, like asking for bookstore and coffee shop au! if that makes sense)

Headcanons, one-shots, drabble, imagine, etc.

poly relationships, whether it be character x reader x character or character x character x character 

angst

fluff

smut

WHAT I WONT WRITE:

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illegal ships (incest or underage)

dark or yandere

abuse

abortion

pregnancy

omega verse

someone having cancer

rape/sexual assault

canonically gay characters with fem identifying readers/characters, same thing with canonically lesbian characters with masc identifying readers/characters (platonically is fine, romantically isnt)

character list

bolded means they’re my favorite characters to write!

DOCTOR WHO

Nine, Ten, Eleventh, Thirteen, Rose Tyler, Martha Jones, Jack Harkness, Donna Noble

RED, WHITE, & ROYAL BLUE

Alex Claremont-Diaz, Henry, June Claremont-Diaz, Nora Holleran, Bea

TED LASSO

Ted Lasso, Jamie Tartt, Roy Kent, Keeley Jones, Rebecca Welton

STRANGER THINGS

Nancy Wheeler, Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, Eddie Munson

THE OUTSIDERS

Ponyboy Curtis, Johnny Cade, Sodapop Curtis, Darry Curtis, Steve Randall, Twobit Matthews, Dallas Winston

MARVEL

Matt Murdock, Peter Parker (Tobey, Andrew, Tom), Bucky Barnes, Clint Barton, Loki, Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff

[more to be added]

911 FOX

Evan Buckley, Eddie Diaz, Maddie Buckley, Howie Han

STAR WARS

Luke Skywalker, Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

[more to be added]

HARRY POTTER

— golden trio era

Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Neville Longbottom, Cedric Diggory, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Oliver Wood, Draco Malfoy

— marauders era

Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, James Potter, Lily Evans, Pandora Lovegood, Regulus Black, Dorcas Meadows, Marlene McKinnon, Barty Crouch Jr, Evan Roiser, Alice Fortescue, Mary MacDonald, Narcissa Black

[If you want one of these characters, like Remus for example to be older like during the Harry Potter movies let me know!]

— legacy era

Sebastian Sallow, Amit Thakkar, Poppy Sweeting, Natsai Onai, Garreth Weasley, Ominis Gaunt

#ao3 #fanfic #masterlist #james potter #marauders #sirius black #wolfstar #911 fox #red white and royal blue #henry fox mountchristen windsor #alex claremont diaz #eleventh doctor #doctor who #tenth doctor #david tennant #rose tyler #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #ted lasso #jamie tartt #the outsiders #marvel #matt murdock #james & peter & remus & sirius #peter parker #star wars #the mandalorian #request #request rules #hogwarts legacy

[theyraylovehate]

Wheel of Fan Fiction Masterlist

Smut 🔥

Fluff 🌸

Angst 💧

*This is like brand new so most of the characters won't have anything just yet*

•Stranger things

-Billy Hargrove

-Steve Harrington

-Eddie Munson

-Robin Buckley (Fem/NB only)

-Argyle

-Johnathan Byers

-Nancy Wheeler

-Jim Hopper

-Joyce Byers

-001/Henry

-Will Byers (No smut)

-Mike Wheeler (No smut)

-Max Mayfield (No smut)

Hateful Cuddling - Female reader 🌸

-Dustin Henderson (No smut)

-Lucas Sinclair (No smut)

-Eleven (Jane) Hopper (No smut)

•Marvel

-Iron Man/Tony Stark

-Captian America/Steve Rogers

-Black Widow/Natasha Romanoff

-Hawkeye/Clint Barton

-Hulk/Bruce Banner

-Thor

-Loki

-Winter Soldier/Bucky Barnes

-Black Panther/T'challa

-Doctor Strange/Steven Strange

-Scarlet Witch/Wanda Maximoff

-Quicksilver/Pietro Maximoff

-Starlord/Peter Quill

-Gamora

-Spiderman/Peter Parker

-Falcon/Sam Wilson

-War Machine/James Rhodes

-Valkyrie (Fem/NB only)

•X-Men

-Professor X/Charles Xavier

-Magneto/Erik Lensherr

-Wolverine/James Howlett

-Quicksilver/Peter Maximoff

-Rogue

-Jean Grey

-Storm/Ororo Munroe

-Cyclops/Scott Summers

-Mystique/Raven

-Beast/Henry "Hank" McCoy

-Nightcrawler/Kurt Wagner

-Havok/Alexander Summers

•DC/Young Justice

-Batman/Bruce Wayne

-Superman/Clark Kent

-The Flash/Barry Allen

-Aquaman/Authur Curry

-Cyborg/Victor Stone

-Joker/Jack Oswald White

-Harley Quinn/Harleen Quinzel

-Wonder Woman/Diana Prince

-DeadShot/Floyd Lawton

-Kid Flash/Wally West

-Nightwing (Robin #1)/ Dick Grayson

-Red Hood (Robin #2)/ Jason Todd

-Robin (#3)/ Tim Drake

-Beast Boy/Garfield Logan

-Superboy/Johnathan "Jon" Kent

-Artemis/Artemis Crock

-Red Arrow/Roy Harper

-Green Arrow/Oliver Queen

-Black Canary/Dinah Lance

-Miss Martian/Megan Morse

-Aqualad/Kaldur'ahm

•Umbrella Academy

-Luther Hargreeves (#1)

-Diego Hargreeves (#2)

-Allison Hargreeves (#3)

-Klaus Hargreeves (#4)

-Five Hargreeves (#5)

-Ben Hargreeves (#6)

-Viktor Hargreeves (#7)

-Marcus Hargreeves (#1)

-Fei Hargreeves (#3)

-Alphonso Hargreeves (#4)

-Sloan Hargreeves (#5)

-Jayme Hargreeves (#6)

-Lila Aryu

-The Handler

•Harry Potter

-Harry Potter

-Ron Weasley

-Hermione Granger

-Fred Weasley

-George Weasley

-Ginny Weasley

-Draco Malfoy

-Sirius Black (Older)

-Cedric Diggory

-Oliver Wood

-Neville Longbottom

-Luna Lovegood

-Remus Lupin (Older)

-Nymphadora Tonks

-Lucious Malfoy (Older)

-Narcissa Malfoy (Older)

-Severus Snape (Older)

-Bill Weasley

-Charlie Weasley

•Marauders

-James Potter

Friendly Love - Male reader 🌸

-Lily Evans

-Sirius Black

-Remus Lupin

-Severus Snape

-Regulus Black

-Lusious Malfoy

-Narcissa Black

-Peter Pettigrew

•Greek Mythology

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We Write the Story-[P.P.] | Chapter One

Pairings: TASM!Peter Parker x Hispanic!College!Female!Reader

Chapter Summary:  You’ve been friends with Peter Parker for most of your life, and as his identity is released and the world turns against him, you stand by his side.

Takes place during No Way Home

Word Count: 5.5k words

Content: Some superhero fighting, angst, language, mentions of death,

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A/N: This is so entirely self-indulgent. I like to think that MCU! Peter can speak Spanish and I wanted to run with that. I speak Mexican Spanish so I apologize if it's not necessarily "correct" or what you're used to.

The last few months had been a whirlwind. You were on summer break, your second year of college nicely wrapped, and were excited to spend more time with your family. You didn’t go far for college, just NYU, but your busy schedule made it hard to slow down. Ms May was constantly warning you about over-working yourself, and you promised this year, you would try and take it easier.

During your freshman year, you tried out the dorms but quickly decided against them for the next. Your father had passed during the blip, and you got the apartment in the will, so it worked out the best that a situation like that could.

You were working full-time at a record shop that you had fallen in love with. And now that you were back across the hall, you had dinner with the Parkers every night. It was a fun routine, and it was nice to catch up. Petey had grown a lot in the past year or so. He had been through a lot.

You were the first and only person he told about being Spider-Man. You thought he was insane but also understood why he felt he had to do what he did. You were proud of him and his decision, and as much as you hated Tony Stark, you were glad he had someone who knew what he was going through. May soon learned of his moonlighting escapades, as did Ned.

You helped May when you could at FEAST. She offered you a position, but you felt bad taking it; you didn’t want anyone to think less of May for accidentally suggesting Nepotism. Even if you were well qualified for the job.

You would go to the fundraiser events and help Peter run his speeches. You were there to drop him off at the airport when he left for his school trip. You were there, panicking alongside May, as the news showed clip after clip of these “elementals” ransacking Europe. You were there when Peter’s identity was leaked.

You had been walking down the street; you had a day off and wanted to enjoy summer in the city. You had been treating yourself, bags hanging from your hands as you walked into your favourite shop for lunch.

“Hey, Delmar!” The older man smiled at you throwing his hands up above his head.

“Well, if it isn’t the Queen of Queens! What can I get you this fine day?” You chuckled as you gave him your and Peter’s order- as if he didn’t have them memorised.

“You got it, boss. How’s school going?” You smiled as you told him your classes were going well, and you were excited for the next term. 

“Stay in school kid, stay in school.” He always told you that. 

And as always, you respond, “That’s the plan.”

As you were giving Murph scritches behind the ear, you caught a glimpse of the TV behind him. Peter’s face filled the screen, spilt by his mask. Your heart fell to the floor. 

“Hey, Del, can you turn that up?” He looked at you confused until he saw the screen himself and rushed to unmute it. 

You grabbed your sandwiches and sprinted out the door. Your brain running a million miles a minute. The whole walk back, you saw Petey’s face plastered on every surface, his name being cursed by people who once adored him.

By the time you got home, people were already crowding the hallway. It made you sick to your stomach. You fought your way through the crowd and reached for your keys. They were shoving and berating you with questions. You held up your mace (a gift from Peter you had yet to use) and angled it at the horde.

“Everyone back up and fuck off!” They hesitantly backed away enough for you to unlock the door and slam it shut in their stupid faces. 

Peter’s life went to hell in a handbasket. He was getting harassed daily by the public, and his home was under siege. You felt bad for him, knowing Beck had done more than enough psychological damage to the kid. You truly hated that man. But that wasn't enough. Now he had ruined his reputation- marked him a criminal, a murderer. And the cherry on top? Anyone affiliated with Peter was guilty as well. 

You could handle a lot. When you unblipped, and your father was dead, you were able to keep on carrying on. When your “friends” turned on you, you were able to push that aside. When you were all drug in for questioning by the Department of Damage Control, you could handle the vile things Agent Cleary threatened you with. When you lost your job at the record store, you were able to deal and took May up on her offer from before. But this…this was hard.

In your hands, you held a letter from your school. You had tried to register for classes but your account was frozen. Your email wasn’t working either. You had sent out a message from your personal email and received no response- until now. NYU claimed that due to recent events and your involvement in them, they couldn’t accept you for the fall semester. You were devastated, to say the least. This was all you had. This was the only way you knew to make something of yourself, and now, they had taken that from you. 

You decided not to tell Peter or May, knowing Peter would feel guilty. Life was hard enough cramped in Happy’s bachelor pad. So you told May you were taking a break from school and continued working with FEAST. Your heart broke every time a letter came in the mail now. You would watch them get so excited, hoping this time it would be an acceptance letter, but it never was.

You were sitting at “home” in one of Happy’s shirts and fleece pyjama pants, wielding a spoon against a lowly pint of Ben and Jerry’s in front of the TV. There was a rerun of Pride and Prejudice on channel three, and you were deeply wrapped in Mr Darcy’s monologue when a breaking news bulletin interrupted. You let out an annoyed groan before you saw what was happening. Peter was currently on the High bridge fighting a man with tentacles…

Well, this city is never boring, you’ll give it that.

You were already dressed and ready to go when you got the call from Peter to meet him at the Sanctum Sanctorum. When you arrived, Dr Strange gave you the rundown of “Peter’s mistake” and your instructions to resolve it. 

You couldn’t help as much as you wanted, you still had to work, but you made MJ promise to keep you updated. She insisted on coming up with a special code so your texts wouldn’t be unintelligible to anyone who might intercept them. You agreed, writing down some of the words you may not remember before you departed.

You were designing posters for an upcoming event when May grabbed your attention. She wore a nervous smile, one you had seen a few times. It told you that she was concerned but also, that she was about to tell you something you may not like. You warily followed her to the back, and there, in the empty kitchen, sat a man in a suit of some kind. His wrinkles were carved into his sharp features. He looks tired, disoriented...fragile even.

You sat with May as she began to ask him questions. You learned that he was from a different dimension, one where he was a villain. He explained this “other half” of him that made him do horrible, awful things. You felt bad for him when he shared with you all the things that were “missing”. Like the business that he built. Like his son. 

While you were wary, you sympathised with the old man. You can’t imagine what you would do if you were suddenly thrown from your reality and landed in one where everything was crudely similar to what you knew. Stuck between loss and lost. 

You met Peter and May back at Happy’s. After Pete gave you the rundown of the plan, you and May did your best to make sure everyone was comfortable. You watched with bated breath as he fought with Doctor Octopus to insert the new chip. When it worked, you cheered, hugging May as both of you felt a well of pride at Peter's handiwork. 

You were sage-ing the apartment with May when you heard Peter call out for you. You both came down the stairs.

“Petey?” You asked; the worry extending across his face made your stomach turn.

“What is it?” May said, casting you a sideways glance that let you know the feeling was mutual. 

Everything fell apart quickly. You went to run with May but took a nasty tumble in the hall. The building shuttered and debris fell blocking your path. 

“I can’t get through." You called through a gap in the fallen concrete. "Keep going; I’ll find another way down."

You turned down the hallway and tried another way. You found a window at the end of the hall with a fire escape. You swallowed down your fear and stepped out. The metal creaked under your weight, but you continued down. You had gotten down sixteen floors when the building shook again. You gripped the railing, praying you wouldn’t fall. You heard a clangorous sound and groans. As you looked into the window, you saw Peter crashing through the ceiling and pinned by the Green Goblin. 

You watched as he was mortifyingly pummeled. Your hand flies to cover your mouth as a horrified gasp leaves you. You feel tears building as you watch, unable to look anywhere else. Suddenly Peter shoots webs at the ceiling and uses the leverage to kick the maniac in the chest and launch on top of him. You had never seen Peter so violent. He usually used restraint when having to resort to any physicality, but he attacked the Goblin with no remorse. His punches flew quickly; you could hear each blow land. You felt a chill in your spine, but not from Peter’s display. No, what really frightened you- what really made you shudder- was the sickening cackle you heard from the man who had ruined it all. As if he was delighting in Peter’s moral descent. 

You made your way down farther, and when the building shook again, you climbed back inside. You rushed to the stairwell. You ran as fast as you could, adrenaline coursing through your veins and driving your every move.

You heard footsteps and called out, hoping it was May. You ran into her arms, and she held you firmly, happy to see you were okay. When you reached the main floor, you looked for an exit. You found a side door and pulled it open, calling out to her. When your hand grasped the handle, you saw Peter crash through the floor. You could hear Peter’s gasping for air as the Goblin taunted him.

May handed you the bag of cures and quickly pushed you through the door before locking it. You banged on the glass as tears slipped down your face. You demanded to be let back in but she kept the door locked. Her sweet smile was tainted by a touch of internal panic.

“I have to help him- you go. Get somewhere safe, and we’ll meet you, okay? I have to make sure he’s alright.” 

You watched helplessly as she ran away, further into the building, out of sight. You heard a sickening crash followed by an explosion but could do nothing from where you were. A swat team started circling the building; you heard cackling in the night air. 

Now you were walking the cold streets of New York. You had tried calling Peter, May, Happy, MJ, and Ned, but no one answered. Your stomach was twisted in knots as you wander the empty streets. How did everything go so wrong? 

You felt a deep sadness, one that wasn’t explainable. It wasn’t for Peter, it wasn’t for the situation, it was something else entirely. Like something was missing. Someone. You tried not to think about it. You didn’t know anything for sure, and you refused to grieve when you didn’t know she was gone. 

Your phone starts to ring, and you fish it out of your pocket. You feel a rush of emotions as you look at the Picture and Caller ID.

“Michelle! Oh my god, are you okay? Where are you?” 

“I was gonna ask you the same thing.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m okay. Got a few scratches but nothing severe. Have you heard from Peter?”

“No, no. He won’t- he hasn’t picked up the phone. We were hoping he was with you.” 

“No, I was looking for him. I- I’m worried about him.”

She didn’t say anything, and suddenly you felt bad. She was the newest to the whole “Spider-Man” thing, and you didn’t want to freak her out.

“Look, he’s probably fine, okay? He’ll answer, and we’ll figure it out. Where are you now?”

She tells you she’s with Ned at his Lola’s. 

“Okay, good. Stay there. It’s gonna be okay.”

You hang up and continue your walk. You’re not sure where he would go, but your old apartment is the only place you can think of. You’ve been walking for what felt like ages. You were sore. That tumble in the hall was no joke. But you pushed it down, choosing to focus on Peter instead. Your dear friend, your brother. You feel a rush of wind and shutter.

“Oh, thank god.” You mumble to yourself as you hear a familiar thipping, followed by a blurry mass threading the buildings around you. 

You break into a sprint to catch up, “Peter! Peter! Slow down!” 

The shadow slows, landing high above you. You can tell that he’s looking at you, so you come to a stop, catching your breath with your hands on your knees. You take a few deep breaths before looking up again.

Odd. You think to yourself. Peter would have landed and started teasing me for my lack of stamina by now. 

As you gaze up, you see he scaled the rest of the weathered bricks during your little break and is looking at you from the railing on the roof. You throw your hands up in exasperation, and he tips his head. 

“Come on, Petey! We need to talk, and I can’t get up there. You’ll have to at least come and get me!” You were pleading with him at this point. 

You had seen some footage that Jameson had carelessly broadcasted onto billboards. Peter’s pixilated defeat blown up for everyone to see- to criticize. He made sure to blame Peter for all of the casualties and damages, but something he said made your bones tremble. 

“There is only one confirmed death as of right now…”

You were worried and seconds from absolutely losing it if Peter didn’t get his ass down here, yesterday. 

You saw him start to scale down the side of the building connected to the alleyway. You made your way through the trashcans that lined the entrance before pacing, staring at the ground as he continued clambering down. He really is taking his sweet time. It always made you nervous when you watched Peter do Spider-Man things. You knew it was silly, but what if he tripped? 

You heard his feet hit the ground behind you and whipped yourself around with open arms. Just as you were about to collide with Peter, you realized it…wasn’t him. This man was much taller than Peter with a trimmer build, not quite as stocky. His suit looked more like Peter’s first real suit, the red and blue Stark Suit. The eyes were massive and stagnant. None of the comforts of Peter's suit were there. No way to tell what he was thinking.

Slowly you took a step back, bringing your arms from the side to a raised “fight stance” Peter had taught you. 

You eyed the man carefully, “Who are you?” 

He brought his hands up to the side- in a low shrug, “Who am I? Who are you? Why do you know my name?” 

You rolled your eyes, “Your name? Pretending to Peter? Really? Are you some fanboy?”

His head tilted to the side, “Pretending?”

You were getting tired of his games. 

“How did you do all that? You build the tech yourself?” You say, jerking your head towards the wall. 

He points towards the roof as if clarifying what you meant. You nod your head, and he laughs. 

“You don’t recognise me? I’m Spider-Man. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He moves his hand towards you, and you panic. 

Obviously, this man is delusional. You knew Spider-Man. Better than most- you would argue. And this was not him. What psychopath would run around in some knock-off suit pretending to be your friend? Especially now?

You threw a punch, and he easily avoided it. 

“Woah there, watch where you’re throwin’ that thing. You could have hit me.” He was undoubtedly as snarky as Peter. 

You throw another punch and grow annoyed when he dodges it again. 

“Look, I don’t want any trouble. I’m just trying to go about my patrol- keep you good people safe- but if you keep trying to attack me, we’re gonna have a problem.”

“Who. Are. You.” You spit through gritted teeth.

He raised his hands as if surrendering, but his tone suggested anything but defeat. “How do you know my name?”

Jesus, is this guy for real?

“I don’t know your name," you exclaim. Your exhaustion causing your frustration to reach its breaking point. "I don’t know who you are! But I swear to all that is holy: if you are out here to cause more trouble for my friend, I will end you. Right here, right now. Parker has been through enough, and the last thing he needs is some asshole running around in some janky, rip-off-”

Your hand flies to the wall. The brick is cold against your hand, as is the webbing holding it down. A chill runs through you as the masked man approaches. 

“How do you know who I am? And why are you speaking about me like I’m not me?” You don’t answer and instead stare at him, stunned.

Slowly he reaches for his mask, and suddenly you’re face-to-face with him. Your eyes trace over his features: his chiselled jaw dusted with slight stubble, freckles illuminated by the headlights of passing cars that trail down his cheeks, the firm set of his brows. For a second, you’re blown away. But then the very real doom of the situation you’ve found yourself in prevails.

“You know my name...how? I’ve never met you before.”

His expression holds more wonderment than yours. As if he's close to solving a Rubik's cube. The colours are almost sorted, and then there will be the relief of finally putting it together.

You feel vulnerable as he examines you, unsure just how much of a threat this man is. “You really think you’re him. You really think you’re Peter Parker.”

His brows furrow further, “I am.”

It clicks. You feel a little embarrassed that it took you this long to realise. For the past forty-two hours, you have been dealing with all sorts of multiversal bullshit. Maybe he really is Peter Parker. Just a different one. If villains can slip through the cracks, why not a hero?

Peter always told you that there wasn’t a thought you had that didn’t cross your face. You didn’t mean to be so expressive. You figured now that this revelation must have also been visible because the man in front of you stared in pure bewilderment. 

“Oh my god! You- you are Peter. Holy shit! Do you know where you are right now?” He looked around- a little smirk on his face. 

“The lower east side,” He says like it’s a question. 

You shake your head no before answering.

"Okay, I’m gonna say something, but it’s gonna sound crazy. Or maybe it won’t- maybe you’re used to this kinda stuff, and it’s just something crazy to us?"

His head is tilted to the side again, it’s cute. 

“I think…you’re from another universe.” His eyebrows shoot up, but you continue. 

“I think you are Peter Parker, just not mine. You see, my Peter tried to make everyone forget he was Spider-Man, but the spell got botched, and a bunch of crazy people started falling into our universe. People who knew Peter Parker was Spider-Man. Obviously, Peter Parker would also know that Peter Parker is Spider-Man. So, I think you slipped through.”

He seems to ponder your words. His hands are in his hair, and he mutters to himself as he paces. He’s at the mouth of the alleyway now, taking in his surroundings. You pull out your pocket knife (another gift from Peter) and cut yourself free of the webbing, massaging your wrist while he slowly comes to terms. 

Suddenly he whips around. His eyes are alight as he walks towards you. His hands grab your shoulders, and his smile is wide. Just as he opens his mouth, you hear it. 

“Peter? Peter! Peter, come here!”

You look over his shoulder and behind him, you see Ned and Michelle surrounded by a ring of golden sparks. The Spider-Man turns around and seems just as confused as you.

Currently, you stood in front of three Peter’s in your old high school chemistry lab. This definitely wasn’t on your "Save the World" bingo card. Currently, everyone was bickering over who was who, and who was to be called what. Your brain was hurting after the cosmic stretch that was your reality right now.

“Okay, Okay, I got it!” The three Peters stop their childish squabbling and look at you with expectant eyes. 

You point to the tallest one, “You are Peter.” 

He does a little fist pump, and you continue over the other two’s whining of ‘Why does he get to be Peter?’ and ‘We’re all Peter- that’s not fair!’. 

You point to the older one next, “Your Pete.” 

He nods, and Your Peter looks at you confused- almost wounded.

“But that’s my nickname…,” He complains. 

You shake your head slowly, a deviant smile stretching across your face.

“No, it’s not.” 

Your Peter huffs, “Uh, Yeah, it is. You always call me Pete. It’s like our thing.”

Your knowing smile grows, “Nu-uh, your nickname is Petey.” 

You watch as the other Peters begin to snicker, and your Peter’s face slowly bleeds to a crimson shade.

“I told you not to call me that.”

You laugh, “And yet I do. Always have, always will. You’re Petey, end of story.” 

He’s getting embarrassed, and you want to feel bad, but flustering your friend is one of the few joys you get from life.

“I hate that nickname! It makes me sound like a baby!” 

You tried to bite back your laughter at the irony of his complaint and the manner in which he was conducting himself.

“You were always my pobrecito,” You coo.

He scowls with arms crossed as you make grabby hands at him. “I am not a baby.”

You play up your frown- completely taking the mick now. You raise your hands, pinching his cheeks.

“Lo siento. Don’t worry, sigues siendo muy guapito.”

He swats your hands away and you laugh, “Stop saying that! I’m ‘guapo’ no ‘guapito’! I’m a man!” 

In the background, Pete tips his head to the side.

“Do you know what they're talking about?” 

Peter just shakes his head no as they continue to watch on. 

You pat Petey on the cheek, “You’re right. You are definitely a man. A man who didn’t call me last week and ask me to retie his shoes for him because ‘the way I tie it is better.’”

Petey’s blush deepened as he looked down at the ground. You rumpled his hair in victory before turning back to the snickering group. 

“Okay, now that that’s settled," you say as you turn back to the Peter's in threes, "what’s the plan?”

All previous levity is left as their faces turn stoic. 

One creepy thing you were still getting used to is how similar their facial expressions were. You just watched all three switch from Peter to Spider-Man. Men on a mission. They divvied up the tasks among themselves, discussing their particular expertise for each cure. You sat back, trying your best to understand what they were saying, but most of it flew over your head. You sat next to Ned for a bit while he ran a program beyond your comprehension on his laptop. But you grew bored- antsy. 

Petey was currently being comforted by MJ. You wanted to comfort him too, but you didn’t want to crowd him. Your gaze fell to Peter once again. Something about him was alluring to you. He was nothing like your Peter. Not really. He was tall, and his muscles hung differently on his frame. He was a bit older- something that excited you more than it should. You were counting his freckles when he looked up, locking eyes with you with a small smirk before going back to his task. You felt your cheeks warm at being caught. 

You made your way over, feigning nonchalance. “How goes it?”

Peter lifted his goggles, “It goes well. I finally got the Resazurin synthesis to dissolve, so now, I can bind it to the Barium-Hydroxide, and infuse the Dinitrogen Monoxide and Acetamide solution so the Ammonium Perchlorate is stable within the compound.” 

You nodded your head dumbly, “Yeah, that’s- that’s good.” 

He chuckled, “Okay, so you’re not a mega-nerd. This multiverse thing is weird.”

You laughed as well. “Yeah, like, you’re Peter, but you're not like my Peter. You’re cooler, handsome-er.” 

Peter’s smile grew as he leaned against the workstation. “I’m cooler and handsome-er?” 

You rolled your eyes, hoping to distract from the warmth you felt on your cheeks. “Yeah, but you’re just as cocky. I guess that’s part of the Peter Parker Package.” 

You felt exposed under Peter’s gaze. “It seems teasing wit is a (Y/n) (L/n) Essential as well.”

His statement intrigued you, “You have a me?”

He looked away, fiddling with his contraption. “Yeah, she was nothing like you, though.”

You leaned against your hand, your elbow propped on the table, and he chuckled.

“My (Y/n) was my best friend. Her dad was a top scientist at Oscorp. Harry, (Y/n), and I were inseparable. She was nice, but you're definitely ‘cooler and handsome-er’”

You chuckled at his mirroring of your words before. Something about Peter made you want to know everything about him. You were enchanted by him. 

“What’s your favourite food?” Peter looked at you confused but relented after gazing at your sweet smile. 

“Kugel.” You ask him what it was, having never heard of it before. He explained it, and you realised this wasn’t a multiversal misunderstanding. 

“You’re Jewish?” Peter nodded, an unsure “yeah…” leaving his lips. 

You looked to Pete, who was pretending not to eavesdrop. “Are you Jewish?” 

Pete said that he wasn’t and continued working on his cure. Peter looked surprised as well but shrugged it off. “What’s your Peter’s favourite food?”

You scrunched up your nose at the thought, “Pickles.” 

Peter laughs, and you continue.

“No, really. He loves them. I remember when he was younger, and I would babysit him, I had to make sure he stayed out of the fridge ‘cause he would sneak ‘em. Once, I found him behind the couch, wrist deep in some Claussen's.” 

Peter laughed with you at the memory, “So, you used to babysit the other Peter?” 

“Please, call him Petey.” You smiled, “But yeah, I’m two years older than him. I used to live across the hall from him and…”

You hesitated to say her name, the loss still fresh. Peter seemed to understand, his eyes sincere. 

“Were you close?” You let out a sigh, taking a glance at the broken boy on the other side of the chemistry station. 

“Yeah, she was like a mother to me. It was just me and my dad, and she- she was kind. I’m kinda an orphan too now.”

You hadn’t really gotten a second to grieve. Tonight had been a maelstrom of events, and your focus was on Petey. He was carrying so much, and you wanted to be there for him; you could grieve later. 

“I’m sorry.”

It was a simple phrase, one you hated, really. Years of being friends with Petey would do that to you. He was always apologising for things out of his control. You immediately want to say “not your fault”, something you would say to Petey on an almost daily basis, a knee-jerk reaction to the phrase. But you bite your tongue and thank him instead. 

“I’m more worried about him. He’s- he’s been through a lot lately. Everyone hates him, thinks he’s a murderer. He lost Ben and Stark, and now…he’s lost May. He’s so young, ya know? He hasn’t even graduated high school, and already…” You sigh, your heart breaking for him. “I wish I could take some of the weight off his shoulders, ya know? I love him.”

You found yourself staring at the young couple across the way. Their heads rested together. It was sweet, though it burned just a tad. You didn’t have that, and you wished you did. Someone to tell you that even when the world is falling apart, they are with you- you’re not alone. Someone to love you, to hold you, to kiss it better. You loved that Petey finally had that. MJ was good for him. 

“You have someone?” You both turn to look at Pete, his age lines wrapped around his slight frown. 

“No. I got no time for- uh- Peter Parker stuff, you know?” Peter’s countenance twisted into curiosity, “Do you?”

Pete made a face, “Uh, that’s a little complicated.”

"No, I understand.” Peter wore a sympathetic smile, “I guess it’s just not in the cards for guys like us.”

You felt conflicting feelings of excitement and dismay at Peter’s response. 

On the one hand, the guy you were quickly crushing on was available. That’s a plus. However, you were sad that he didn’t have someone “back home.” On the rooftop, he spoke of his lost love, the one he couldn’t save- Gwen. Your heart broke for him then, and it shatters now. You imagine great loss is also a part of the Peter Parker Package. It pains you to think he’s written off a chance of romance, of love. You allow yourself to daydream for a moment of being that person for him, but only for a moment. He has to return; his universe needs a Spider-Man. You couldn’t be that for him even if you wanted to. 

“Well, I wouldn’t give up. It took a while, but... we made it work,” Pete reassures.

“I mean, who knows? Yesterday the multiverse was just a crazy pipedream theory, and now we’re living it. If there’s one thing being Spider-Man has taught me, it’s that life can be crazy and unpredictable. Nothing is off the table.”  

Pete’s eyes fall on you as he says the last part, and you feel like you’ve been caught. Was it that obvious you were crushing on the tall man beside you?

You hoped he was right. You hoped that, maybe, you could be with Peter- somehow, some way. You locked eyes, and there was something in his gaze, a deep secret you wanted to unravel. His eyes were craters on Demios, and you were drifting into his gravitational pull. 

“What about you? Do you have someone?” You blinked dumbly, your brain rebooting. 

“Yeah, no. No, I, uh, don’t have anyone.” Peter graced you with a lazy smile. 

“I find that hard to believe.” A breathless laugh left your chest as you broke away from his gaze. You felt like cellophane; he could see right through you. 

“I mean there have been people…in the past. But none of them- yeah. I don’t have the best luck with love. Petey was the only decent fellow I dated.” You chuckled at the thought, missing the way Peter’s smile tensed. 

“You and Petey, huh? Do you still…?” You saw how his eyes had saddened and couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you. 

“Oh, no. No, no, no. We were in high school and thought we should try it, but…we’re definitely just friends. He uh- he wasn’t the right one.” Peter raised his eyebrows.

“The right one?” You shrugged your shoulders.

“Yeah, we didn’t really fit. He wasn’t the right man. Or maybe I’m wrong. Maybe he was the perfect man, just the wrong version.” 

Peter looked at you, that subtle smirk returning. “Yeah, maybe so.” 

Your lingering gaze was interrupted by Ned calling for Peter, making all Peters look in his direction. You groaned at their pointing and confusion.

“Dios Mio! We’ve been over this! Pete, Peter, and Petey.” 

Ned cringed, “I’m not calling him ‘Petey’. It feels wrong.” 

You grumble to yourself about the pointlessness of labelling them if no one was going to use the titles. However, you didn’t get to dwell on it long. The cures were done, and now it was time to act. Now they were preparing for battle. 

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Hello. Sorry if this request is too late to do, today has just been a little hard for me because of 4th of July fireworks, being in the military and having some PTSD. Um, can I maybe request a Natasha x former military, now avenger reader (you can decide if female or GN. I’m female, but again, your choice) and maybe something with fireworks at the compound and usually reader is okay with fireworks but this one time, R feels uneasy and just has a PTSD episode, and Natasha consoles her S/O? So yeah. Again it’s okay if you’re busy and you don’t have time to do this but thank you anyways!

The Fourth Of July || Natasha Romanoff

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Warnings: PTSD episodes mentioned; mentions of war/combat; mentions of military weapons; mentions of anxiety and other PTSD symptoms; mentions of injury; mentions of hallucinations; mentions of alcohol. If I have missed any warnings, please let me know.

Word Count: 3,967 words.

A/N: Thank you so much for the request anon, I really appreciate you trusting me enough to write this fic. I apologise it’s late, I kind of fell behind on my writing, but I’m slowly getting back on track. Please note this is an au so some character’s behaviours may be different to what is expected.

Please do not repost (on here or any social media platform), copy, translate or take ownership of my work. Reblogs, likes and comments are always appreciated <3.

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*AO stands for ‘Area of Operations’.*

GIF not mine

The Fourth Of July: Natasha Romanoff-

“Clint! How many of these ‘Willow’ fireworks do you want me to use?” Tony shouts from across the field, readying up the firework display in progress.

“I don’t know man, just use the whole lot. I bought plenty at the store.” Clint replies as he taps the side of his beer bottle, creating a little tune to keep himself entertained.

It’s the Fourth of July; not only a day of celebration of Independence for America, but a birthday celebration for the Captain himself- Steve Rogers.

Every year, the team has a small get together to celebrate both occasions- just close friends and family gathered around at the compound.

Whilst Bruce and Tony configure a plan in which each firework will be activated- using a clever device Tony produced that will release each firework in any desired order. The rest of the team are gathered around the picnic area of the compound’s grounds, sitting at a table and enjoying some drinks before the spectacular show.

“Mr Rogers, how old are you exactly? You know with the whole being frozen in ice situation and everything?” Peter Parker curiously asks, as he pours himself another glass of water.

“Dude, you can’t just ask people their age. You’ve got to introduce a guessing game first so everyone can get involved.” Sam says teasingly from the end of the table.

“Not happening, all the guesses will be that I’m ‘way older than Thor’, or someone will ask if my ‘first best friend was a dinosaur’.” Steve answers in protest; knowing that these answers have in fact come up in conversation before.

“Oh man, you’re becoming more boring with age.” Sam teases at the Captain, causing Steve to throw a piece of candy from the table in the Falcon’s direction.

Sam instantly catches it and shoves it into his mouth, causing Steve to shake his head, not the slightest bit surprised at his friend’s antics.

“Anyway, why do you ask Parker?” Steve redirects his attention to the young Avenger.

“Oh, it’s nothing really. I was just curious.” Peter starts to sink himself into his chair, suddenly shying away from the topic of discussion.

The team members present look between each other in confusion, causing Wanda to send a wave of magic through her system and read Peter’s thoughts.

“Ahh, it’s a question for his History homework.”

At Wanda’s words, Peter’s gaze shoots up in horror. Worried that the team will scold him for asking such a question in order to gain the answers in an easy way opposed to carrying out extensive research like the rest of his classmates.

“I-I’m sorry, I just need to ace this upcoming test. Mr Stark said if I fail a test this semester, he’ll confiscate my upgraded web shooters and make me use the old ones.” Peter says as his tone is laced with nervousness.

A few of the team members roll their eyes in unison, not believing the billionaire’s words for a second, “Please, that man doesn’t have a stern bone in his body when it comes to you. Besides, he doesn’t always set the best of examples.” Clint says as he points a finger in the direction of Tony Stark and Bruce Banner.

The team present turns their line of sight towards the two men, only to notice Tony stomping out a small fire that has somehow broken out in their testing area.

Natasha reaches forward to grab a small bowl filled with M&M’s, sporting the iconic combination of red, white and blue. As she takes a random handful, she subconsciously offers the bowl towards you, expecting you to take a handful as she inspects the array of colours that decorate her palm.

When Natasha fails to feel the pressure of your hand roaming the miniature treats, she takes a moment to look over at you. That’s when she notices your vacant expression.

“Y/n? Are you okay?” Natasha questions gently, being wary of what state you’re in.

To Natasha it seems that your mind is locked off into yourself, as you study a particular area of the table in front of you.

Natasha places the bowl back on the table, before leaning an inch closer to you.

She gently calls out your name once more; placing a hand on your shoulder.

To her surprise, this sudden contact sends an influential jolt through your system, causing you to move in your chair slightly before allowing your frantic eyes to meet Natasha’s concerned ones.

“Sweetheart, what’s going on?” Your girlfriend queries as calmly as she can, attempting to avoid you recoiling back into your vacant state.

You use the arm rests of your chair to push your body up somewhat, trying to straighten up your posture before addressing Natasha.

You clear your throat a bit before speaking, attempting to remove any sign of hesitation from your next words, “Yes, sorry. I just started daydreaming once Peter started talking about History.” There’s a small hint of jest in your tone, however Natasha can see right through it.

Natasha studies your face intently, she knows you’re lying. The question is, why are you lying to her? You’re not one to daydream during team conversations, you’re usually on the mark to engage where possible; especially now considering how close you have become to each team member since joining directly from the Military.

To answer the question in your own terms, you’re petrified of what’s to come. You can’t exactly explain what it is, but there’s this heaviness inside you, dragging you down into oblivion. Your mind is racing, though you can’t pinpoint what’s causing it. Your body is tense, causing each muscle to ache uncontrollably. Part of you wonders whether it’s the excitement of the day getting to you in a divergent way- you normally adore the Fourth of July.

You wish you could confide in Natasha about this, but you don’t want to worry her on a day like this. All you can do is plaster on a smile and hope that you can make it through the night without letting your feelings of anxiety consume you.

As Natasha’s concerned gaze continues, you make quick work of reassuring her, “Nat, honestly I’m fine. I’m just a little bit bored from waiting, that’s all.”

Natasha takes a moment to process your words before releasing a sigh, opting not to push you on the matter but ensuring to monitor you closely for any sign of uneasiness, “Okay detka, once we’re finished up here we can watch a movie. It’s your turn to pick.” Natasha chooses to move the conversation forward, whilst displaying her M&M filled hand in front of you.

You smile in appreciation, for both the dropping of the tense topic and the candy on offer. You pick up a red and blue M&M from the pile and instantly shove them into your mouth, “Thank you, my love.”

Natasha leans in to place a delicate kiss on your cheek. Though, before she can say anything further, Tony shouts over to the group.

“Let’s get this show on the road team! The display is ready to go!” Tony uses his hands to cup around his mouth, allowing his voice to travel further and clearer towards the team.

“Ahhh, finally. It is extremely boring being sat over here.” Thor says as he makes his way out of his chair.

Wanda scoffs in offence, “Thanks Thor.” She lets out sarcastically.

Thor displays a proud smile, completely missing the sarcastic nature of Wanda’s tone, “You are very welcome.”

“Right, let’s go see the marvellous creation of Banner and Stark.” Steve vocalises to the group, attempting to move them towards the makeshift viewing area for the firework display.

You attempt to push down the feeling of your heart rate rising, concentrating on the feeling of Natasha wrapping her hand around yours to guide you up from your seat.

Natasha smiles sweetly at you, “Are you ready?”

You choose not to speak, knowing a waver in your voice will give away your nerves, so instead you give Natasha a firm nod and a smirk.

Natasha pulls you into her embrace, wanting to keep you close on the way over to the fireworks. As she works one of her arms across your shoulders, you in turn wrap one of yours around her waist as the two of you begin to walk.

Every step closer fills you with an unknown dread.

——

“Okay, stand back everyone, let the professionals get to work.” Tony addresses the team as he configures data to input on his device connected to each firework.

“Yeah, when are the professionals getting here again?” Sam asks in a mocking way.

“Ha, ha you’re hilarious Wilson.”

As Tony and Sam start a teasing, yet friendly exchange, you focus on grounding your emotions.

Natasha is just to the side of you, talking to Wanda. You take a small step back to give yourself some space, not realising someone was standing right behind you.

“Oh, sorry I didn’t mean to get in your way.” Peter says immediately after you bump into him.

You move your hands around your clothing furiously, trying to seek comfort from the uncomfortable situation.

“No, it was my fault. Sorry Peter.” You can’t meet Peter’s gaze, causing you to study anywhere but his face.

You can sense he is about to ask you the same question that Natasha has repeated throughout the night, there’s only a certain amount of times that you can confirm that you are okay without it becoming suspicious in combination with your uneasiness.

You’re about to move forwards again, ready to ask Natasha if the two of you could leave the area; knowing something is seriously wrong.

However, before you can put your question forward, Tony starts an instant countdown from three. Rushing through the numbers too quickly for your liking.

The sound that follows causes your body to freeze, the whistling of one of the fireworks travelling up triggers something in you.

Your body fills with a wave of nausea that practically bursts alongside the sound of the firework exploding in the sky.

The bang puts your mind elsewhere, involuntarily.

That one firework has taken you from the Avengers’ compound field to the battlefield you once fought on in the Military.

As you look around all you can see are your fellow soldiers desperately crying out for help. You stand there helpless, looking around for any sign of an escape.

More explosions fill your ears, causing your eyes to flood with tears, you don’t want to be back here. You need to find a way out. You can feel as the scorching heat around you sends a sinister coating of sweat on your skin, making you uncomfortable to the maximum level.

The explosions are becoming more frequent now, each one sending a shock of dread through you. Your body cannot cope with this, the stress and environment sends your mind into overdrive, causing an unforgiving headache to form.

It all feels so real to you, from the dirt cascading down from the falling bombs to the pain surging through your body from loose shrapnel.

You want to take cover but your feet feel as though they’re bolted to the ground.

The smell of burning fills your senses, increasing your worries more. You try to convince yourself it’s a hallucination, though unfortunately your mind would rather convince you that this is all very real.

At this point, the sounds are blending together, a combination of gunfire and bomb explosions surround you, yet they feel closer with each addition of the next one going off.

A wave of dizziness takes over your body, causing everything around you to become disoriented and practically in slow motion. You begin to rub at your skin in desperation to feel anything other than the fear that’s striking you down.

With one final clutch to the roots of your hair, you close your eyes in an attempt to block out the menacing environment.

As the battle continues in your mind, those surrounding you at the compound start to notice your distress.

The team gaze up at the sky in absolute awe, loving the way the colours spread across the night sky.

Peter smiles in wonderment, focused on the impressive display in front of him. That is until he hears your pained whimpers.

He looks to his right to see you clutching at your hair and burying your face deep into your arms as a form of protection.

Your body is shaking violently, causing Peter to panic.

“Y/n, are you okay?!” With Peter’s heightened tone, Natasha’s head whips around to see your distressed state. Causing her heart to shatter, the thoughts that flood her mind are that of guilt. She will not forgive herself for allowing this to happen under her watch.

Just as Natasha is about to move towards you to comfort you, Peter beats her to it and places a gentle hand on your shoulder.

What they both failed to realise is that you’re now on high alert in anticipation of an attack.

As soon as you register the touch on your shoulder, you grab Peter’s hand and twist it around in an unforgiving way, causing a crack to sound along the bangs of the fireworks.

Peter yelps out in pain, catching the attention of the rest of the team.

Their horror filled eyes can’t comprehend the actions taking place.

You twist Peter’s arm behind his back and push it into him, before swiping at his legs and flooring him.

The team gasps in fright, not understanding why you’re attacking Peter.

“What is she doing?!” Tony shouts as he rushes over to you.

Natasha puts her arm out to stop him, “Don’t, she only attacked Peter because he touched her, there’s something wrong.”

Once Natasha releases those details, things start to click in Sam’s mind.

The combination of your actions and the fireworks has to mean you’re having a PTSD episode.

“Everyone stand back and give her space, she’s in combat mode.” Sam says urgently and he moves to the front and pushes everyone back.

The team look at him in confusion, “What do you mean, we need to stop her.” Tony lets out.

Steve’s face drops in realisation, “It’s the fireworks isn’t it, she thinks she’s on the field.”

Sam nods his head at Steve’s words.

The two of them slowly and carefully make their way towards you. Making sure not to make any sudden movements that you may mistake as a threat.

They crouch down to your level, knowing what they need to do to help ease you out of your episode.

“Y/L/N, the AO is clear, you’re safe.”Steve starts the process.

Your glare is focused on Peter, pushing hard on his body to keep him down. He releases whimpers of pain at your force, not being able to move from the position you’ve trapped him in.

“Hey, I’m a friendly alright, I was down range. It’s all clear, you don’t need to do this, Peter is a friend.” Sam continues, trying to gently get through to you.

The team can’t do anything but watch, hoping Sam and Steve find a way to help you.

“Tony, stop the fireworks, it will be making it worse.” Natasha says firmly, trying to avoid the tears from spilling from her eyes.

Tony snaps out of his trance, “Yeah, sorry, Bruce activate the lockdown protocol on the device.”

As Tony and Bruce begin to remove the trigger of your actions, you start to release your grip on Peter, slowly but surely coming out of your trance.

Steve waves Natasha closer, signalling for her to help. She instantly crouches down towards you, “Y/n, you’re safe, I’m right here, you’re at the compound. No one can hurt you detka.” Natasha speaks softly to you.

Natasha’s soothing voice is what manages to break you out of your own mind. You look around with tear filled eyes, not sure of what is going on.

When you look down and notice Peter underneath you, you instantly push away from him, placing your hand over your mouth in despair.

“I’m sorry, oh Peter I’m so sorry.” You sob out, clutching at your knees.

Sam and Steve rush over to Peter, attempting to help him up. Whereas Natasha moves closer to you, “Detka, I’m going to touch you now okay.”

Before Natasha has the chance you rush into her embrace, grabbing at her in agony.

You cry uncontrollably into Natasha, coming to the realisation of what you have done, and dealing with the aftermath of your episode.

Your breaths quicken to a wild pace, surging you into a panic attack. Natasha is quick to help you to avoid that from happening. She pulls you away from her so she can place both hands on each side of your face.

“Hey, look at me okay, copy my breathing. We’re going to take some deep breaths okay. Deep breath in, and out.” Natasha places her forehead against yours, attempting to give you the contact you need for grounding. You struggle to follow her breathing sequence, having your worries putting a strain on your regular breathing abilities.

Natasha patiently guides you through the breathing exercise, never once making you feel rushed or pressured, “You’re doing so well my love, I’m so proud of you.”

Once your breathing has regulated, Natasha places a kiss on the top of your head.

Suddenly a rogue firework is activated by mistake, sending a feeling of panic through everyone.

Wanda instantly encases it with her powers, avoiding the possibility of it going off and triggering you further.

“Natasha, I can’t hold it long.” Wanda says in a struggled way as the firework attempts to work its way through her scarlet red barrier.

“Can you move it away or something?” Natasha asks in a short manner, silently scolding herself for letting the stress influence her tone.

“I can try, but if it goes off-“

“Go, I’ll cover her ears if you hurry.” With that Wanda sends herself up towards the firework and moves it away from the site.

Natasha wraps her hands around your ears, protecting you from the sound of the firework going off. Luckily you barely hear it, with Wanda's and Natasha’s quick actions being carried out successfully.

Once Natasha removes her hands, she says to you, “I want to make sure you’re grounded, can we try something sweetheart?”

You nod instantly, trusting Natasha. Ignoring the sound of Wanda landing beside you, to put your focus on Natasha.

“Okay, can you name three things you can feel?” You look at Natasha’s face as you answer.

“Um, the grass, you and the breeze.” You answer quietly.

“Good job detka, now I’ll keep it easy. Can you name three things you can see?”

You pick up your gaze as you look around, “The trees, the compound and-“ That’s when you release the whole team has been watching you this entire time.

Embarrassment fills your system, causing you to pull away from Natasha. She stops you, “My love, it’s alright, we all want to make sure you’re safe.”

“Of course we do, we’re family.” Clint says as he crouches beside you and Natasha, trying to comfort you.

You look towards Peter to realise he’s being escorted inside by Tony and Sam.

Steve makes his way over to you, causing you to worry that he’s mad at you.

“He’s going to be okay, he’s more worried about you than anything. Tony sent me over here to make sure you’re okay too.” Steve says.

You bow your head, “I don’t even know what happened.”

“Y/n, this wasn’t your fault. It is most likely PTSD, and we will do everything in our power to help you through this okay. No one blames you for this.” Steve continues to reassure you.

“I ruined-“ You begin but Natasha places a finger on your lips.

“No, don’t do that to yourself. You haven’t ruined anything okay. You are not to blame. We all love you so much, okay, you’re safe.”

Tears invade your eyes, but this time they’re of gratitude.

“Let’s get you inside for a check up.” Bruce suggests, holding his hand out in support.

You slowly take it, allowing Natasha to help you up.

You all make your way to the compound, feeling safe with your team and family around you.

——-

After your check up, Natasha suggested you get some rest. Which leads you to the current situation of having your head resting on Natasha’s legs as the two of you lay on the living area couch.

“Here you are Lady y/l/n, this should help.” Thor offers you an iridescent formed drink, causing you to scan it in interest.

Natasha guides you up to scan the drink also, “Thor, what is it?”

“It’s a beverage we make in Asgard to help with nerves. I was hoping it would help.”

You smile in respect, “Thank you Thor, I’m sure it will help.”

Natasha pulls you in closer as she wraps an arm around you.

You take gentle sips of the drink, a combination of citrus and sweet dances around in your mouth.

“How is it my darling?” Natasha asks.

“Really good, do you want some?”

Natasha shakes her head, “No thank you my love.”

As you turn your gaze to the TV, the exhaustion of the events on the field start to catch up with you. Causing your eyes to briefly shut.

Natasha notices as your head drops, “Love, why don’t we go to bed?”

You inhale sharply through your nose, “Please can we stay up longer, I don’t want to sleep yet.”

Natasha agrees, knowing the remnants of the episode most likely continue to linger in your mind.

She chooses to take the drink out of your hand to avoid any spillages from occurring.

As she goes to lean back, Peter walks into the room, wearing a light form of bandaging on his injured hand.

Your eyes shoot wide open, “Peter! I’m so sor-“

Peter instantly interrupts you, “Please don’t apologise. I understand what happened, and I’m really okay, that heightened healing of mine had to come into use sometime. It will be healed really soon.” He says in a light manner.

“As long as you’re okay, that’s all that matters. We’re all here for you alright. I’ll do my best to make sure I understand your boundaries and how to help if it happens again.”

You slowly stand up to hug Peter.

“Thank you, Peter.” You say wholeheartedly.

“Anytime, now Mr Stark promised me that we could go through some late night training exercises to strengthen my hand further, so I’ll catch you guys later.”

You and Natasha bid him a goodbye as he jogs out of the room and towards Tony’s lab.

You snuggle back into Natasha, causing her to start running her fingers through your hair.

“I know you want to ask about it.” You decide to break the silence.

“Only with what you’re comfortable in telling me detka.” Natasha replies as she continues to stroke through your hair delicately.

“It just built up out of nowhere.” You say as you stare blankly at the TV, watching as the pixel forms move around.

“You’re not sure what triggered it?” Natasha asks.

“Not exactly, I have an idea of what it could have been.” You start to draw patterns on Natasha’s clothing, trying to occupy your mind from the difficult topic.

“We’ll figure it out together dove, you’re not alone in this okay.” Natasha says as she tilts your chin up to ensure she has your full attention.

You nod to confirm her words, “Thank you Natasha, I love you.”

Natasha smiles and places a kiss on the tip of your nose, “I love you too.”

Though today was extremely difficult, the support of your family and friends shows that you are safe and loved within this world.

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Red Skull/Johann Schmidt x Reader

You Hurt Me (ao3 link) Description: You knew Johann since you were little. You have been dating since you were 18. Everyone thought it wouldn’t last but it did. Then the war broke out and he wanted Hydra to be part of it. He wanted to control the world. What happens when you see differently than your lover?

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Doctor Octopus/Dr Otto Octavius x Reader

Falling For You (ao3 link) Description: You had been working with Dr Octavius for a few months. You had noticed something weird was going on with him and being a caring person you do what you always do and ask. When you go to ask him though you overhear a conversation that he has with Peter Parker.

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Family Friend Description: You’ve grown up with Norman, with him being so close to your family as well as you got older, his son being close with your nephew.

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Persistance gets you somewhere

Pairing: Dark Peter Parker x (female) Reader

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

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SUMMARY: Peter is very insistent in getting a date with you, even if you don’t want to.

WARNINGS: Harassment; Stalking; Incel vibes; Implied future Non-con.

AN: Hope you guys like it and give me feedback, thanks :)

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“C’mon, it’s just one date. You’ll like it, I promise.”

You ignore Peter as you continue to fill his cup with hot coffee. You were slowly starting to get annoyed at Peter’s persistence, especially when you’ve already told him no so many times. Seems like he just can’t understand that you’re not interested in him as he repeatedly keeps coming into the coffee shop you work at, always repeating his offer.

Maybe you should be a little creeped out at Peter’s obscene insistancy but you can’t, not when Peter looks so normal, always so awkward. He wasn’t a bad guy, you’re sure of that. Maybe just a little too persistent. 

“Peter, you need to stop it. You’re a great guy, I promise,” his eyes light up at your compliment only to darken at your following words. “but I’m not interested. Sorry.” 

He scoffs, his whole demeanor changing drastically at your definite refusal. You try to ignore him as you finally finish filling his cup but just as you’re about to walk away, his hand grabs your wrist, stopping you. 

“Why are you acting so bratty? You think you’re better than me or something? Am I not worth your precious time?” he growls, his hold on your wrist drastically tightening which makes you whimper. You try to twist it, hoping to release it from Peter’s hand.

“Let me go, please. Peter, stop-”

“Everything good here?” a deep voice interrupts the two of you. Craig, your boss, diverts his eyes to Peter’s hand, still closed around your wrist.

Peter immediately weakens his grasp and you take the chance to brusquely withdraw your hand, practically hiding it in your uniform’s pocket. You don’t miss the way Peter’s eyes flash with anger, but right now you’re just glad Craig is here. 

“I was just talking to her, no big deal.” Peter exclaims, jaw clenching as he looks at the older man. Your boss sternely nods, turning back at you.

“I think we need you back at the counter.” you nod, hurriedly grabbing the coffee pot and returning to the balcony, where your co-worker Sasha is standing there with wide eyes. 

“Wow, what was that about?” she asks, but you don’t reply, merely shrugging your shoulders. Your hands can’t stop shaking and you’re just glad that you’re back into the counter.

“He was just a bit….stubborn.” you reply, your eyes itching to look back at Peter but you don’t dare yourself to do so, too afraid Peter would understand that as a signal to approach you again. Sasha clearly doesn’t have the same problem. 

“Dude is still staring at you. In a weird way.” she informs you. You can feel the weight of his eyes on you, it makes you feel even more insecure and scared. Had you misjudged Peter that badly? 

“Oh wait, he’s finally leaving.” Sasha whispers, nudging you with her arm. You turn around just in time to meet Peter’s glare before he walks to the door, leaving the place. His glare makes a shiver run down your spine, the way his usually sweet eyes are now filled with hate.

You force yourself to get back to work and to ignore what just happened. You rationalize it by pretending that he’s just being pushy, that’s all. Not an uncommon thing for waitresses, although it never happened to you.

Until now. 

You feel a pair of eyes following you as you move down the street. It’s subtle but it’s still there. It makes you weary and you speed up your pace. The street is quite empty, late afternoon darkness starting to settle down. 

Clutching your purse closer to your body, you practically run until you’ve reached another street. Discreetly looking over your shoulder, you catch a hooded figure walking towards you at a rushed pace. 

You lose your calm.

Breaking into a sprint, you finally reach your building that unfortunately has a broken lock on the entrance. Galloping towards the stairs, fast steps are heard. 

You arrive at your door, completely out of breath. When trying to take the keys out of the suitcase, they fall to the floor, distracting you. Meanwhile, the footsteps are dangerously approaching and you can hear someone ascending through the stairs. 

You start panicking even more, desperately trying to get the keys to open the door. No one is going to help you, you know that, that’s what you get for living in a bad neighborhood. 

Just as you pull the key into the lock, you’re pushed against the door. A man crashes into you, forcing your body flat against the door. You try to struggle yet you’re not a match for your attacker, who easily overpowers you as he harshly pushes your face against the cold surface. 

Tears build in your eyes while your heart thumps in your chest. You almost feel nauseated from fear, but you don’t dare to say a single word as you hope that he takes your purse and leaves you alone. 

For your dismay, the man presses himself harder against you, his face awfully close to your face, making you impulsively close your eyes. He sniffs you and the moans.   

“You always smell so good, you know that?” 

Your eyes widen with shock.

Peter.

You yelp, trying to force him off you. “Peter, please. Let me go, okay? We can talk about this and-” 

You’re cut off when he rapidly turns you around, forcing you to face him. He shoves his face impossibly closer  to you, a deranged look coloring his eyes. It makes you gulp in fear.

“We’re way past talking now, don’t you think? I wanted to be a nice guy but you just had to act like a complete brat and ruin everything.” he growls, lifting his fingers to touch your cheek.

He’s so close that you can feel his warm breath brushing against your lips. His hand lowers until it ghosts around your breasts, softly caressing it. 

“Now, I'm done being nice so we’re going to do this my way.” an evil smile lifts his lips and you feel cold inside.

“So let’s get inside and have a good time, shall we?”

#dark peter parker x reader #yandere peter parker #yandere avengers #yandere marvel #dark!peter parker #dark peter parker #dark marvel #tw: yandere #tw: noncon #tw: stalking #@mrsdarkandyandere7

[universeofdreams]

Top Pilot Pt. 1

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Avengers x Fem!Reader

Genre: slight angst, fluff

Warnings: mention of mc's mothers death, slightly mature language

Wordcount: 1620

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Summary: Y/n is a well known pilot of the Air Force and also neighbour of the Parkers. Ever since she got herself pets, Peter took care of them and they grew very close. Until Peter disappears and May needs help finding him. Cuddles at a sleepover just make him panic even more but there's something serious coming ahead.

A/n: this story is a hell of a ride and I already have more parts written down which I will post as soon as its edited (aka today). It's so much and I always have to make notes just to make sure the plot makes sense and I am so tired TT

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„Colonel Hanson! The lieutenant wants to talk to you!“ 

Yelled someone, possibly Lee Johnson to the young pilot who tinkered at one of the older aircrafts. 

„Thanks Lee, gonna get there!“ She yelled back, threw the hex key back into the toolbox and made her way to the office of the lieutenant. 

On her way there she passed a few friends, Sergeant Wilson, Messy, Brown, she basically knew everyone that was part of the Air Force. The colonel knocked on the door and was led inside by a slightly smaller woman with dark brown hair, her name plate said her name was Backie.

 „Colonel Hanson, great to see you here.“ 

Said the second lieutenant, also known as Paris Banker and smiled at her and she returned the smile, even if she didn’t like Banker. 

„Yes, sir.“ The woman screeched out while saluting. 

„You’re allowed to move, soldier.“ He commanded and Y/n relaxed, her arms hung by her sides now. 

„What is it that you wanted me here, Sir?“ She asked again, wanting to know what Banker wanted so that she could go back to her work. 

„Do you remember Mr. Stark?“ 

Nod. 

„Great, you should represent the US Air Force at the new Stark Expo.“

„But I thought Mr.Stark isn’t the boss anymore, Sir?“ 

„That doesn’t mean there’s no Expo. The Expo is tomorrow night, we got you a new tailored dress and a driver, I take this as a yes.“ 

He smiled and waved her off, which just left Y/n wondering. ‚A new Stark Expo without Mr. Stark as their boss? Weird…‘ And she spent the rest of the day working on her aircraft and stuff. 

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„MEOW!“ 

„Good evening Mr. Whiskers!“ 

She kneeled down and a smaller bark came from the living room. 

„Dallas, come here good boy!“ 

The big doberman ran into the hall, almost throws the female over. 

„Hey baby, I know it was a long day, let me feed you both.“ 

Y/n craddled back up, stumbled into the kitchen because both animals literally clinched onto her legs. 

„You’re extremely hungry today, I thought Peter wanted to feed you?“

She said while he ogled the bowls on the floor which were empty. 

„I wonder if he got busy today, I’m gonna ask May later.“ 

She said to himself while filling both bowls, Mr. Whiskers ones was green, Dallas ones was blue, with the food. When they both were happily eating, she decided to change into some streetwear and knock at the Parkers door. 

„Hey, Y/n! You look good sweetheart.“ 

May chirped and let her in, hugged her and asked if she wanted to drink something but she denied thankfully. 

„Where’s Peter?“ 

And then it was May who realised something was missing. 

Her nephew. 

„You’re right! He’s not here, and it’s already dark! Y/n we have to find him!“ 

And she panicked. God how she hated people that panic easily. When she flew her first operation she also had panic but 4 years later the woman was able to control it at its best. She was the best pilot in the US Air Force, everyone said she was fearless, flew the riskiest formations, knew how to work with a gun and also how to do hand-to-hand combat. 

Every sergeant, every airman and some of the lower generals looked up to her. Y/n knew every aircraft inside and out, even flew most of them once and loved them, they were her children. 

When others came back from missions, the majors cared for their men but all Y/n cared about was if the planes were okay. The technicians almost were unemployed, if you could say it like that. 

Normally, May wouldn’t allow Peter to hang out with older people but since Y/n introduced herself to his aunt, told her that she’s a pilot for the Air Force and would never do anything bad, she was all over her, loved it when they hung out. 

She always wanted to hook him up with Y/n, that’s why Peter ended up taking care of Y/n’s pets. 

Sometimes he would bring Ned over and they would stay at Y/n’s flat since it was a lot more modern set up, she had a flatscreen TV and a playstation, usually the older female would cook dinner while Ned and Peter spent their time with playing games or watching Star Wars, occasionally the girl would join and fangirl for Luke or Obi-Wan, but most of the time she just spoiled Peter. 

The young Spider-Man considered Y/n more than just a normal best friend, she was more of a mother figure but also like a lover, without the real love and stuff so he always considered her as his sister from another mister and he was fine with it. 

„Peter!“ Yelled the brunette through the street, hoping he would just come and hug her, but he didn’t. 

Y/n did her best to assist May, walked around darker alleys in which she ended up finding Peter on the ground, almost passed out, bruises all over his body. 

„Oh my god Peter are you okay?“ 

She hissed and examined his body. 

„Sht, dumbass! I don’t want May to see me like this!“ 

And Y/n nodded, she at least understood. 

Shortly before her mother died, she never told her when she came home hurt or else, she never wanted to make her worry about anything. 

„Are you able to stand up?“ 

Peter’s crush asked while holding out a hand for Peter to grab, just to pull himself onto his feet. Peter, who was definitely the smaller one now, nodded and took the help happily. 

„May! May I found him!“ 

The pilot now shouted and Peter panicked and tried to shut her up. But May was faster with turning around the corner faster than expected, she hugged him so tight his lungs almost crushed. 

„Oh god Peter where the hell were you?“ 

She asked, she almost still sounded scared, just like the look Peter was giving her right now. 

„Uh- He just thought he saw Whiskers there and wanted to catch him, don’t worry.“ 

Y/n lied and May nodded, letting her nephew get some fresh air. 

„By the way, now that I see you, I found a movie that I need to show you! May is it okay if he stays over tonight?“ 

And May nodded again, dragged both of them back inside and thanked the older one for sure a hundred times. When they got inside of Y/n’s flat, the older one immediately shutting the door behind them. 

„Fuck what did you do, you look like you got beaten up!“ 

She raged out and yes, Peter did expect this. But he wasn’t going to tell her just yet that the 17-years- old boy is a certain hero with blue and red attire. 

„Come on, let me at least treat your injuries if you won’t tell me what happened.“ 

The older one pleaded and Peter gave in and took off his shirt, exposing more bruises underneath. But she didn’t say anything, just started spreading a cream on Peters upper body and the younger one blushed, looked away. 

„What is it? You look concerned.“ 

The taller female asked and Peter didn’t dare to look at her. 

„Peter. You’re basically my brother.“ 

She said forcefully, now completely looking at Peter who looked back at Y/n. 

„I’m sorry it’s just- The touch-“ 

„Hey that’s okay, don’t worry.“ 

Peter smiled and then saw the dress in the back. 

„What’s that for?“ 

He asked, as curious as he was. 

„I’m going to the Stark Expo tomorrow, it was an order from my lieutenant.“ 

Y/n muttered and shifted back into the kitchen. 

„Anything special you wanna eat today?“ 

She asked and Peter yelled a ‚Sandwiches!‘ back, which made Y/n smile. 

After a while she came back with a plate of Peter‘s favourite sandwiches, when Pete took the first bite he sank into the couch underneath him and hummed satisfied. Peter always loved Y/n’s sandwiches, even if he mostly ate such things at Mr. Delmars store. 

„I always wonder if you’re coming back from your missions.“ 

He muttered a few minutes later, making Y/n chuckle. 

„What’s so funny? I’m just worried.“ He exclaimed. „You know I’m the best pilot alive, I won’t die on the Air Force.“ Y/n now pleaded.

„Yeah but what if you do?-“ 

„I won’t. One day I‘ll bring you there and show you all the things there.“ 

She smiled and ruffled Peter‘s hair who started to giggle. „Yes, I would love that!“ His laugh was like music to Y/n’s ears, she loved the younger one like her brother, she loved seeing him happy. 

They spent the rest of the night playing video games and talking and eating chips, around 2am they got to bed. Peter usually sleeps on the couch, just like he asked to but today was different. 

„Hey Y/n, uhm-“ 

And then he walked in into her changing from her daily attire to pajamas and wow, he’s never seen a woman that pretty, broad shoulders and muscular, not too muscular though. 

„Oh uhm- Hi Pete!“ She smiled when she pulled her shirt over, seems like she didn’t notice him at all, great. 

„C-can I- Stay with y-you tonight?“ 

He asked shyly and played with the rim of his shirt but Y/n just nodded and threw herself on her bed, petted the place next to her. Peter’s panic started to hit was when the older one pulled him closer, much to his dismay, because he knew he couldn’t keep up for long, a boner in this situation would be pretty awful but thank god this didn’t happen.

At least Y/n was extremely tired and didn’t notice that when they both fell asleep.

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NEXT CHAPTER >>

#peter parker #avengers x reader #tony stark #avengers x fem!reader #spiderman x reader

[visionsofmagic]

⎯ stories with song lyrics [requests are open/a request post]

Explanation: I was thinking about writing stories with some song lyrics I am in love with. Below, you can see these lyrics [some will be added as well from time to time] and characters/people’s name that I like and can write stories about them. So, you can message or ask me with a lyric [or more than one] and a specific character/person [it can be two character at one time a well]. Then, I will write it. ^^ Feel free to add your own imagination as well. Also, you don’t have to use lyrics to ask a requests.

Stories can be one-shorts, series, headcanons.

important notes: i really want to write about jk, tae [from bts], peter parker, wanda maximoff, and bucky barnes [from marvel], bats [from dc]. so, this ones will come sooner because i already have some ideas about them with some of these lyrics. so, you can request it as well or you can wait me for to write this without any request. ^^

྾   ྾   ྾   ྾   ྾   ྾   ྾   ྾   ྾   ྾   ྾

↬ for example: “I want to read a story about Jungkook with 1st song lyric.”

[or] “I want to read a story about steve rogers x reader x bucky barnes with 41st song lyric.”

[or] “I want to read a story about peter parker  with 9th and 45th song lyrics.”

Warnings for requests: please identify what gender you want it to be; female reader or male reader and please describe what you want to read, so, I can really understand your wishes. ^^ [also, it can be an original character as you wish, will created by me of course.]

◆ Characters/People

⌑ dc ⌑

Bruce Wayne/Batman [every version of him, especially robert p.], Clark Kent/Superman, John Constantine [movie version]

⌑ marvel ⌑

Steve Rogers/Captain America, Peter Parker/Spiderman [tom h. and andrew g. versions], Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier, Loki, Thor, Wanda Maximoff/The Scarlett Witch, Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow, Stephen Strange/Doctor Strange

⌑ tv series ⌑

The Boys (2019-) Billy Butcher, Homelander, Soldier Boy, Queen Maeve

The Sandman (2022-) Morpheus/Dream/The Sandman, Corinthian/Nightmare

⌑ movies, movie series ⌑

Star Wars (not specific movie) Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vader, Obi Wan Kenobi [tv series’ version as well]

Uncharted (2022) Nathan Drake - also game version too.

Twilight (all of them) Edward Cullen, Alice Cullen

In time (2011) Raymond Leon

American Psycho (2001) Patrick Bateman

John Wick (whole series) John Wick

The Prestige (2006) Alfred Borden

⌑ idols, actors, actresses ⌑

bts [especially jk & tae], chris evans, elizabeth olsen, sebastian stan, tom hiddlestion, tom holland, chris evans, robert pattinson     

◆ Lyrics

1. A little bit older. A black leather jacket. A bad reputation. Insatiable habits. He was onto me, one look and I couldn't breathe. Yeah, I said, “If you kiss me, I might let it happen.” ▸my oh my, camila cabello [m]

2. Our secret moments in your crowded room. They've got no idea about me and you. & Say my name and everything just stops. I don't want you like a best friend. Only bought this dress so you could take it off▸dress, taylor swift [m]

3. I'm not here for games. I told you what it is, you chose to stay, oh. Baby, you chose the pain. 'Cause you don't know me, you just know my name, oh ▸renegade, aaryan shah [dark theme]

4. You don't know what you did, did to me. Your body lightweight speaks to me▸under the influence, chris brown

5. Please understand that I'm trying my hardest. My head's a mess but I'm trying regardless. Anxiety is one hell of a problem▸consume, chase atlantic [angst]

6. Bend it over slow 'cause daddy I know how you like it. Backseat of the 'Rari pullin' over just to ride it. Make you get down on your knees. Can't always havе what you please. This bitch ain't comin' for free & you know I carry a knife. You should be scared for your life. 'Cause you know I don't play nice▸oh mami, chase atlantic ft. maggie lindemann [m]

7. Don't worry, my hands. They're only warm for you. If I'm ruining you right now. Please forgive me. Because I can't live without you▸pied piper, bts

8. Someone told me stay away from things that aren't yours. But was he yours, if he wanted me so bad? Pacify her. She's getting on my nerves. You don't love her. Stop lying with those words.▸pacify her, melanie martinez

9. And all the kids cried out, "Please stop, you're scaring me". I can't help this awful energy. God damn right, you should be scared of me. Who is in control? ▸control, halsey [villain vibe]

10. There's parts of me I cannot hide. I've tried and tried a million times. Cross my heart and hope to die. Welcome to my darkside▸darkside, neoni [villain vibe]

11. And if somebody hurts you, I wanna fight. But my hands been broken one too many times. So I'll use my voice, I'll be so fucking rude. Words they always win, but I know I'll lose▸another love, tom odell [angst]

12. Terribly like terrible, she's the villain. One as sweet as caramel, she's my saint. Think I'm getting butterflies, but it's really. Something telling me to run away▸inferno, bella poarch & sub urban

13. I could be a better boyfriend than him. I could do the shit that he never did. Up all night, I won't quit. Thinking I'm gonna steal you from him. I could be such a gentleman. Plus all my clothes would fit▸boyfriend, dove cameron [from this lyrics, I am getting a big vibe of wanda x f!reader, so, you know what I mean]

14. I keep forgetting I should let you go. But when you look at me. The only memory is us kissing in the moonlight▸can’t remember to forget you, shakira & rihanna

15. Yeah, we danced on tabletops, and we took too many shots. Think we kissed, but I forgot last Friday night▸last friday night, katy perry

16. Don't blame me, love made me crazy. If it doesn't, you ain't doin' it right. Lord, save me, my drug is my baby. I'll be usin' for the rest of my life ▸don’t blame me, taylor swift

17. Call me in the morning to apologize. Every little lie gives me butterflies. Something in the way you're looking through my eyes. Don't know if I'm gonna make it out alive▸teeth, 5sos

18. Six feet tall and super strong. We'd always get along. Alright, alright. Ooh, he'd pick me up at eight. And not a minute late. 'Cause I don't like to wait, no. Kind and ain't afraid to cry. Or treat his mama right. That's right, that's what I like▸guy.exe, superfruit [fluff]

19. I'm in love with a fairytale. Even though it hurts. 'Cause I don't care if I lose my mind. I'm already cursed▸bad blood, taylor swift [note for this one; I added these part but I will write with whole lyrics because this song’s every lyric is amazing for an au, or a love story]

20. And you're startin' to bore me, baby. Why'd you only call me when you're high?▸why’d you only call me when you’re high?, arctic monkeys [protective or possessive vibe]

21. But you didn't have to cut me off. Make out like it never happened. And that we were nothing. And I don't even need your love. But you treat me like a stranger. And that feels so rough▸somebody that i used to know, gotye

22. Right now, I'm shameless. Screamin' my lungs out for ya. Not afraid to face it. I need you more than I want to▸shameless, camila cabello

23. We laugh together, we cry together. These simple feelings were everything I had. When will it be?. If I see you again. I will look into your eyes. And say, "I missed you"▸still with you, jungkook

24. She said, "Fuck me like I'm famous", I said, "Okay"▸slow down, chase atlantic [m]

25. You're too late. Had your girlfriend at my house for two days. Should be obvious, the reason she stayed with me▸too late, chase atlantic [m]

26. Where have you been? Do you know when you're coming back? 'Cause since you've been gone. I've got along but I've been sad▸reflections, the neighbourhood [angst]

27. And I've heard of a love that comes once in a lifetime. And I'm pretty sure that you are that love of mine.▸dandelions, ruth b. [fluff]

28. You'll never know the psychopath sitting next to you. You'll never know the murderer sitting next to you. You'll think, "How'd I get here, sitting next to you?" But after all I've said, please don't forget ▸heathens, twenty one pilots [dark theme, like mafia au]

29. But mama I'm in love with a criminal. And this type of love isn't rational, it's physical.▸criminal, britney spears [this one is like mafia au too]

30. Oh, dear diary, I met a boy. He made my doll heart light up with joy. Oh, dear diary, we fell apart. Welcome to the life of Electra Heart.▸ bubblegum bitch, marina

31. Come on, don't be silly. I beg of you, stop. I'm sure that he doesn't reflect. What he really is▸ainsi bas la vida, indila [dark theme]

32. I can't be your Superman. Can't be your Superman & Don't get me wrong, I love these hoes. It's no secret everybody knows. Yeah, we fucked, bitch, so what? That's about as far as your buddy goes & I never loved you enough to trust you. We just met and I just fucked you▸superman, eminem [so much homelander vibe]

33. You think I'm crazy, you think I'm gone. So what if I'm crazy? All the best people are. And I think you're crazy too, I know you're gone. That's probably the reason that we get along▸mad hatter, melanie martinez [dark theme]

34. I'm tired of being home alone. Used to have a girl a day. But I want you to stay. ▸ lost in the fire, the weekend [playboy vibe]

35. We found each other. I helped you out of a broken place. You gave me comfort. But falling for you was my mistake.▸ call out my name, the weekend

36. Give it to me daddy, that's what she keeps screamin'. Give it to me daddy, She love the way I beat it.& Lights down low, time to get naughty. ▸lights down low, maejor ft. waka flocka flame [m]

37. You can say what you like, don't say I wouldn't die for you. I, I'm down on my knees and I need you to be my God. Be my help, be a savior who can.▸ train wreck, james arthur [angst, mainly]

39. We used to be close, but people can go. From people you know to people you don't. And what hurts the most is people can go. From people you know to people you don't ▸ people you know, selena gomez

38. One: Don't pick up the phone. You know he's only callin' 'cause he's drunk and alone

Two: Don't let him in, you'll have to kick him out again

Three: Don't be his friend. You know you're gonna wake up in his bed in the mornin'

And if you're under him, you ain't gettin' over him.▸new rules, dua lipa

40. Saw you there and I thought. "Oh, my God, look at that face. You look like my next mistake. Love's a game, wanna play?" ▸blank space, taylor swift

41. I know I can treat you better than he can. And any girl like you deserves a gentleman. Tell me, why are we wasting time. On all your wasted crying. When you should be with me instead? ▸ treat you better, shawn mendes [love triangle vibe]

42. Only love can hurt like this. Must have been a deadly kiss & But every time you're there I'm begging you to stay. When you come close I just tremble. And every time, every time you go. It's like a knife that cuts right through my soul▸only love can hurt like this, paloma faith

43. I heard from a friend of a friend. That that dick was a ten out of ten ▸ need to know, doja cat [m]

44. Evil, I've come to tell you that she's evil, most definitely. Evil, ornery, scandalous and evil, most definitely ▸ doin’ time, lana del rey

45. Baby, I'm a sociopath. Sweet serial killer. On the warpath. 'Cause I love you just a little too much ▸ serial killer, lana del rey [dark theme, dark!nat and wanda vibes or dark!mc/reader with a pretty boy like peter p.]

46. Guys my age don't know how to treat me. Don't know how to treat me. Don't know how to treat me. Guys my age don't know how to touch me. Don't know how to love me good ▸ guys my age, hey violet [mature, sugar!daddy/mommy theme]

love, rose <3

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/perseprose/profile you can request in ao3 too. i will publish this in there too.

[masterlist]

#mcu #dc #the boys #the sandman #star wars #marvel x reader #dc x reader #batman x reader #billy butcher x reader #bts #bts x reader #actresses #actors #idols #written by me #do not steal #morpheus #request #marvel #bucky barnes x reader #homelander #fanfiction #masterlist #the sandman x reader #obi wan kenobi #edward cullen #twilight #nathan drake #Raymond Leon #Patrick Bateman

[rosepetalsinwinter]

hello, can i request a short series pls? (im hoping for 3-4 parts if thats ok, but u can make it a oneshot if youd like)

for bucky barnes btw, im not sure if u write about anyone else, sorryy

so im thinking its like from that one what if episode where theres a zombie apocalypse, and bucky confesses to mc who is peter parkers older sister that works for the avengers, and then kinda go on from there? is it ok if theres like a short smut scene too, if you’re comfortable? pls tag me in the post if you write it!!

if not you can always just ignore this req

Thank you for the request! This sound like an amazing idea!!! I’m a little busy right now with life and then my current Bucky series, but this sounds like a nice filler?

Maybe more on the AU side? Because while the What If episode was nice, it didn’t revolve around Bucky 😔

I’ll definitely get started on an online and see where I go from there. Though, I must admit, it might take months based on the pace I’m going at 😅

Thank you for your ask! I will definitely tag you!!

In the meantime, these are some apocalyptic fics that I really like. Maybe you will too!! 💜💜

#ask answered #request

[writingforfun0714]

Masterlist

I’ll update this as I post.

Fandoms I write for:

—Star Wars: Clone Wars, Rebels, Bad Batch, Tales of the Jedi, OG trilogy, Prequel trilogy

—Arcane (Vi, Caitlyn, Powder/Jinx, Jayce, Viktor, Heimerdinger, Ekko, Silco, Vander, Sevika, Mel, Singed)

—Avatar the Last Airbender/Legend of Korra

—Percy Jackson/Heroes of Olympus

—Game of Thrones/A Song of Ice and Fire/House of the Dragon

—Harry Potter

—Marvel (Natasha Romanoff, Yelena Belova, Wanda Maximoff, Peter Parker, Clint Barton, Kate Bishop, Miles Morales, Tony Stark, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers)

—Jungle Book (I prefer either the 2016/2018 versions but any iteration is fine with me including the OG book)

—Spider-Man: Into the Spiderverse (ITSV), Across the Spiderverse (ATSV)

—True Detective: Night Country (Liz Danvers, Evangeline Navarro, Leah Danvers, Pete Prior, Rose Aguineau, Julia Navarro, Qavvik)

What I WILL write:

—Single and multi chapter fics

—Crossovers with any of the fandoms listed

— x Reader Insert (FEMALE)

—Angst, hurt, fluff, comfort, etc

—OC fics

—**Mental Illness/slight NSFW/TW (any and all warnings will be placed visibly on each fic)**

What I WILL NOT write:

—Graphic sexual scenes/situations including ABO

—Pedophila

—Incest/‘Clonecest’ (for Game of Thrones fandom but also including clone shipping for Star Wars fandom)

—Male Reader (I will consider gender neutral but anything but female reader is unfamiliar to me)

—Non-Ace Yelena Belova (Marvel). I will not change a character’s gender identity or sexuality either for ANY fandom.

—Beastiality (Jungle Book)

**I want this blog to be safe for minors so any warnings will be placed accordingly**

Fanfiction

Clone Wars

I’m Sorry Anakin—How Anakin got his scar

Bad Batch

Older Sister—Omega befriends my Jedi Youngling OC Maisy while the rest of CF99 are off on Raxus and becomes an older sister figure to the Jedi Youngling. *follows the show/test fic*

Our Love—Original Bad Batch story that introduces my Jedi Youngling Maisy and Padawan Wyyntrr OCs.

Better Half—Echo finds out about Fives

Family—Part 2 of Better Half

Arcane

New Friend— Fix it fic

Sisters of Mine— Female child reader insert that mostly follows the show.

Jungle Book

A Chance Encounter—Request

*Fics in red are multi chapter*

Scene Comparisons

Arcane/Bad Batch

Left Behind Scene

—Part 1

—Part 2

Eavesdropping/Listening to a Conversation Scene

—Part 1

—Part 2

#writingforfun0714 #masterlist #Star Wars #arcane #AtLA #avatar the last airbender #GoT #ASoIaF #HotD #marvel #Harry Potter #pjo #Percy jackson #pjo hoo #legend of korra #LoK #jungle book #true detective night country #true detective: night country #crossover fics #reader insert #idk what else to tag

[hungrywriter]

Back Together Again (pt.3)

ps4/ps5 Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

Warning : Reader uses she/her pronouns

Y/n’s POV

Y/n frowned when she heard her doorbell ring. She knew she wasn't expecting any guests today. She opened the door and saw a face she hadn't seen for 5 years. 

“Pete..?” His name was the only thing that managed to leave her mouth. Both of them stared at each other before the kid next to him interrupted the silence. He introduced himself and held up his hand. Y/n returned the favour and shook his hand while opening the door bigger for the boys to come in. Peter came in after Miles and handed Y/n the roses and a box of pie.

“Wow, you even remembered my favourite pie,” Y/n teased as she walked over to the kitchen to serve the pie.

“It's the least we could do for dropping by so suddenly,” Pete answered, sitting beside Miles at the dining table. The boys watched as Y/n placed the roses in a vase. There was an awkward silence filled the air so Peter decided to break it.

“Yesterday, we went to a mafia meeting. There were 6 families being called out, even yours. Do you know about this?” Peter asked carefully. He saw Y/n’s shoulder slumped but she regained composure. She turned and walked away, not before ordering the boys to follow her. They went inside the room and led them to a computer.

“Heh, I remember this room. N/n’s Villain room, as you like to call it,” Peter smiled. Y/n only smiled but her face turned serious as she showed Peter her computer and email.

“A few days ago, I received an email from a man that claims to be Kingpin’s successor. It was an invitation to join the Villain’s Association. He wanted to bring all crime families together so he could take down all heroes and take over the world. The family-” Y/n told Peter. She was about to tell more when Miles interrupted her. The two older adults whipped their heads to the teenager who was standing in front of a display case. The case displayed Y/n’s old suit, during her villain era.

“Woah, You’re THE Y/n L/n? N/n as in Y/n? I read about you during class! You were like the coolest and youngest supervillain to ever live! The successor to Mr L/n, the most notorious supervillain in the 80s.You could summon any weapons your mind could think of!” Miles exclaimed as he looked at all the past articles about Y/n. Upon hearing her past, Y/n groaned in embarrassment. She turned to Peter and whispered, “Whose child did you adopt?” Now, it was Peter’s turn to be ashamed. He loves Miles but the teenager can sometimes be very energetic. Y/n then turned back to the computer to discuss the Villain’s Association.

Day turned into night and it was time for the boys to go home. They had received a lot of intel from Y/n and they were grateful for it. Peter asked Miles to wait outside the door, much to the teenager’s dismay. Soon, it was just Y/n and Peter alone in the room. There was deafening silence and none of them tried to avoid eye contact. Finally, after it felt like hours, Peter slowly walked forward to the female.

“Y/n. I... I never really apologise for what happened. I know you hate me but I am so sorry for what happened. I didn’t mean to kill him. The t-tower fell on him and I couldn’t...” He trailed off. He saw there were tears falling down her cheek so he lifted his hand and wiped it away. Y/n’s breath hitched and she leaned into his hand.

“I don’t hate you. We were young and naive back then. My father would have escape prison anyways. It’s okay. I forgive you, I think,” Y/n whispered, rubbing his hand on her cheek. Her hands snaked up his stomach and onto his shoulders. Peter gently placed his hands to her waist and rested his forehead on hers. They stayed in that position for a while, swaying to the music playing downstairs. Peter smiled. He truly felt like was a dumb teenager in love again. “I missed you” was all he heard from her to crash his lips onto hers. He missed this feeling. Thankfully, she reciprocated. It was perfect. It was as if their lips was molded to fit each other perfectly. He wanted to do more but he stopped, remembering about the Villain’s Association and Miles. He slowly pulled back and Y/n did the same. He swore he could hear her whimper from the loss of contact.

“I know its useless to ask you but I need all the help I can get. Will you help me? Please?” He asked. Y/n’s expression faltered and she used both her hands to push him away. 

“You know I would. But after what happened, I just couldn’t do it. I can’t and I don't want to go back to living that life. That’s just not who I am anymore. I’m sorry, Peter,” She walked away as she shook her head. Peter sighed. He had already won the girl of his dreams but he had to ruin if because of the Villain’s Association. He slowly walked out of the house but not before giving her one last glance.

“Think about it, please,” Peter said, as he closed the door behind him. Y/n slumped on her couch and thought about what happened with Peter when she heard the boys' conversation outside the door.

‘So is she coming with us?” She heard Miles ask Peter excitedly. She could imagine his toothy smile as he looked up to Pete. That made her smile softly to herself.

“I don’t think so buddy. C’mon, let's go, we have to prepare for what is coming at us,” Peter replied, gravely. Y/n’s smile quickly turned upside down as she heard Peter's words. She groaned as she looked at her family picture that was sitting proudly above the fireplace. Looks like she gotta make some calls.

#peter parker #peter parker x reader #ps4!peter parker #spider-man #spiderman #spiderman x you #spiderman x y/n