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romiantic · 8 months

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8:17 PM

bad idea right? — “I say go for it.” “Please y/n, don’t do that to yourself” “I mean, you’re gonna do it regardless of what we say anyway.”

The only piece of advice you would hear whenever there’s a mention of your ex-boyfriend, Miguel O’hara. The man who stood at a great height, brood muscles, and beautiful brown skin that could make anyone with eyes wish that they were him or want to be with him. But everyone knew the quite not-so-cute relationship between him and his now ex-lover, so many decided to avoid that route of O’hara. Which made things quite difficult for the both of you trying to move on from each other, not only adding to the fact that you two would end up in a bedroom somewhere.

Even after blocking each other’s phone numbers, petty social media posts, consistent days of crying from the both of you, and long long late-night talks with close friends about how you both hate each other, unironically, you two would meet up at his apartment, at the same time every other week.

Of course, the same routine would be fulfilled, you’re either in some lazy lounge fit to represent your low mood or a cute outfit that would rather be used for date nights and not for closure. Closure? Sure, let’s go with it. Miguel would compliment how beautiful you always look, throw in a compliment in Spanish, which always gets you smiling, no matter your state of emotions, and a supposed hug that’s only meant for lovers but it’s too much of comfort when his burly arms wrap around your back and he pulls you into his embrace. Maybe even a light kiss to your forehead if it’s been quite a while since you’ve been in contact with one another.

As deeply as you both crave this sort of intimacy, it’s silently agreed that you both shouldn’t be doing this. It’s destroying the fact you two are now ex-lovers, there’s no relationship, and there’s no entitlement that you both belong to one another. Well, there is an unspoken one but not established, but why does there need to be one? The amount of love stored in your hearts can easily show that there’s still something, a little spark, a small flame, something to say that you two belong together.

This would mean regaining closure from your beloved ex can’t be that bad of an idea, right?

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hiraeth-witch-11 · 11 months

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Magnolia Jasmine Series List

You would really love to continue your quiet life, tending to your flowers and chatting with your customers. But a certain spider themed vigilante has knack for trouble and you can't just let him face it all on his own.

Part 1: Pilot

Part 2: His Very Own MJ

#tasm!peter x reader #tasm!spiderman x reader #original female character #peter parker x you #peter parker x ofc #peter parker x reader #light angst #fluff

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rottenrithual · 5 months

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YALL IM NOT D E AAAD just finished my exam week djfbjd it was a pain gahd damn

anyways here sixx lmaoo

#((ofc this is not a indication that i ship my oc with phil urich absolutly not))#oc #oc x canon #goblin nation #spiderman #superior spider man #spiderman oc #original character #phil urich #goblin knight #my art #animated gif #animation #ibis paint x #ibis paint animation

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justafandomgvrl · 5 months

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You Don’t Know Me

Miguel O’Hara x OFC

Word count - 500 ish

First meeting

Miguel had been keeping an eye on her for a while now. Whenever he managed to get away from the spider society, he visited a dimension he had stumbled upon by accident during a canon disruption. And she had caught his attention within moments. He was sure that she had to be a superhero in her own right, even though she wasn’t a spider person. Turns out she was a mother and had only seemed so strong and fierce because she was protecting her three year old daughter.

Jess had noticed him watching her, but somehow she knew she wasn’t in danger from him. He wasn’t the same as the Spider-Man she had lost but he was out there, and he looked out for her, whenever he was around. So she cornered him.

“You’re not my Spider-Man.”

“Your observational skills are astounding.” Jess scoffed, muttering under her breath. “I can hear every word you’re saying, so you may as well speak properly.”

“Why have you been following me? Whenever you’re around, you’re tailing me. Why?”

“I saw you protect your daughter. It was admirable. And I would hate for something to happen to her if I was around to prevent it.”

“You sound like him, but you have no jokes. Why do you have no jokes?” Jess insisted, Vanessa hanging off her hip with a giggle.

“I don’t have time for jokes.” Jess huffed, folding her arms over her chest as Vanessa clung to her. “How is she doing that?” Jess’s nostrils flared and her eyes narrowed. “You knew this dimension’s Spider?”

“Of course I did. Everyone knew him.” She answered and Miguel raised his eyebrow. “Fine. We had a relationship. But then he died.” Miguel made a note to do some more research into how this Spider had died. “Why do you care? You’re not from here.”

“So because I’m not from this dimension, I can’t care about its inhabitants? You don’t think very highly of me.” Miguel paused. “You’re very calm about me mentioning dimensions.”

“Peter researched interdimensional travel. I helped him. Either you’re crazy, or he was right.” Miguel analysed her for what felt like the thousandth time, her tense shoulders, her feet pointing away from him, Vanessa hanging off of her hip with zero fear, her stare just as fierce as his own.

“Come with me. There’s something you should see.”

“You don’t know me.” Miguel scoffed at that, gripping her wrist and attaching what appeared to be a watch, and placing a smaller one on Vanessa’s wrist. “What are you doing?” She hissed, trying to rip her wrist free but his grip was far too tight.

“Trust me.” Jess laughed, shaking her head but before she could say anything else golden beams appeared from nowhere, forming into a glitching shape and he dragged her through.

#atsv miguel #miguel spiderverse #miguel spiderman #miguel o'hara #miguel 2099 #miguel o’hara x ofc #miguel o’hara x oc #miguel o’hara x original female character #miguel o’hara x original character #Drabble

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sheerfreesia007 · 5 months

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Fluffmas #10

Title: Fluffmas #10

Fandom: The Amazing Spiderman

Pairing: Tasm!Peter Parker x OFC!

Author: @sheerfreesia007

Prompt: Knitting a Christmas Sweater

Words: 2,063

Warnings: Fluff, mention of injury

Permanent Tag List: @paintballkid711, @fioccodineveautunnale, @phoenixhalliwell, @linkpk88, @weirdowithnobeardo, @athalien

Gif Credit: @rebeatros

You sat in the overstuffed armchair staring at Peter while he worked on his web shooters at your coffee table. The device is in pieces across the table as he spins a small screwdriver in his fingers while gazing at the parts with his glasses sitting askew on his face. Your eyes danced along his hunched over frame and your mind began to turn with measurements and calculations as you thought about the project you wanted to start for Peter.

“Take a picture, it'll last longer.” Pete says out of the corner of his mouth as he smirks at you while still looking down at the pieces of his device. You scoff softly at him before shaking your head knowing how he loves to tease you. Your eyes then widen as an idea pops into your head and you grin almost maniacally at him. “What’s that big beautiful brain of yours thinking?” he asked as he turned and looked over at you with a curious tilt of his head.

“Nothing you need to worry about.” you told him primly and he grinned wolfishly before crawling across the floor to where you sat on the armchair.

“That means I need to worry about it even more.” he said knowingly in a low tone that made the hairs on the back of your arms stand at attention. You had known Peter since middle school when you moved into his neighborhood, the two of you had become fast friends and you found yourself falling into his chaotic world easily. Over the years of your friendship the relationship has morphed from just friendship to something so much more for yourself, you didn’t know if Peter felt the same and you weren’t at the point in your life that you felt you could risk not having him in your life if he didn’t feel the same. “Hey, you good?” he asked softly as his eyebrows furrowed slightly at your quietness.

“Yeah, yeah I’m good.” you reassured him with a shake of your head and a soft smile. Peter smiled back at you as his sharp chocolate brown eyes gazed at you quietly as he rested his head in your lap while pressing his body flush against your legs.

“So what has your gears turning so quickly?” he asked teasingly and you chuckled while shaking your head at him.

“Your Christmas gift.” you told him vaguely and watched as his eyes widened and developed a sparkle of excitement.

“What is it?” he asked eagerly and you scoffed at his question.

“I’m not going to tell you and ruin the surprise.” you told him incredulously and he pouted at you as he fluttered his eyelids.

“Pppplllleeeeeaaaasssseeee.” he begged in a drawn out manner as you chuckled at him. You reached forward and ruffled his hair with a soft smile before learning towards him.

“Not a chance Parker.” you said to him in a low tone as he blinked up at you in a daze.

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Working on Peter’s Christmas gift was much harder than you had imagined it would be, the man was notoriously tenacious to figure out what it was that you were getting him for Christmas. You had decided to knit him a sweater with a Spiderman design on it that he could wear for the cold season in New York, and ever since you had told him that you weren’t going to ruin the surprise for him he’d been dogging you to find out what it was you were getting him.

Every time you tried to sit down and get some knitting in he would show up either at your front door or on your fire escape. And with every interruption to your knitting time it grew closer and closer to the holiday with you scrambling to get some work done on it. You were starting to grow worried that you wouldn’t be able to finish the sweater in time, which was why you had told Peter that he was banned from your apartment for the weekend. He had put up a fight but you had stressed to him that if he showed up at your apartment he’d get coal from you for Christmas and he had readily agreed to stay away.

That was how you found yourself finishing the sweater on Sunday evening the weekend before Christmas. You sighed happily and triumphantly as you gazed at your handiwork and chuckled softly at the design you had decided on. Peter was going to love it and you couldn’t wait to give it to him, happily you wrapped the sweater in wrapping paper and placed it under your decorated Christmas tree when you heard a loud thud coming from your bedroom.

Frowning softly you made your way slowly down your hallway towards your bedroom, you grabbed your metal baseball bat that leaned up against the hallway wall next to your small side table. Ever since you had found out that Peter was Spiderman he had made you promise to learn self defense and to always keep something in your apartment to help you defend yourself hence why you had two metal bats hidden in your apartment.

You come to your bedroom doorway and look around the dimly lit bedroom trying to find where the sound had come from. Your bat is raised next to your head as you take a step into your bedroom, you cautiously look around the room seeing that there was no one inside as you stepped further into the room.

There was another thud sounding into the room and you whipped your head up towards your bedroom window. You frowned softly before gasping when you saw the dark shadow of someone leaning up against your window. Rushing over to the window you dropped your bat and quickly opened the window to let the person slump into your bedroom from the fire escape. The person groaned loudly as he slid to the floor and splayed out as he continued to groan.

“Pete!? Holy shit! What happened?!” You asked in a rush as you hovered over him.

“I thought I told you self defense.” He moaned out to you as gritted his teeth in pain. You scoffed at him as you leaned towards your bed and grabbed the first aid kit that was underneath it.

“I had my bat when I came in. When I knew the noise was coming from the window I knew it was you.” You told him with a roll of your eyes. You easily flipped the kit open and began rummaging around as Peter sat up and leaned against your windowsill. “Where are you hurt?” You asked him before turning back to him with a concerned look on your face.

“I’m sorry for coming over. I know you banned me but I couldn’t think of anywhere else to go.” He said softly and you shook your head at his words.

“You can always come here, don’t ever think that you can’t.” You tell him solemnly and he blinks at you for a moment before smiling widely at you. He leans forward and places his forehead against yours. You gave him a moment and then began to patch him up as he winced and hissed in pain.

“So what is it?” he asked cheekily and you scoffed at him softly.

“Even when you’re hurt you’ve gotta be a pain in the ass and ask about your gift?” you ask him sarcastically and he grins at you sheepishly. “If I give it to you now you get nothing on Christmas morning.” you warn him and his eyes widen at your words.

“You’d give it to me?” he asked breathlessly as he leant forward towards you.

“Only to get you to shut up about it.” you gripped at him and he chuckled softly before shaking his head and leaning back against your windowsill.

“Nah, I’d rather wait.” he said with a smirk and you lunged at him angrily, Peter easily dodged your attack as you seethed at his joyful attitude. “Thanks for patching me up sweetheart.” he said as he crouched on your windowsill with one leg already out the window.

“Get out you menace.” you told him with a wave of your hand. But Peter shot out his webs at you and pulled you close to him before tapping his forehead to yours once more while grinning wolfishly.

“I’ll see ya later.” he whispered to you before leaving out your window and swinging away into the cold night. Shaking your head you shut your window and turn back away from the city scape.

*-*-*-*

You hopped up the steps of Aunt May’s home and smiled as you spotted Peter waiting for you at the front door. He grinned at you through the glass in the door as his eyes danced up and down your frame that was bundled up from head to toe in handmade knitted pieces of clothing to combat the cold wind of Christmas. He opened the door and let you in as he chuckled.

“Cold enough for ya?” he asked teasingly and you rolled your eyes at him as you began to remove your hat and mittens. Peter helped you out of your jacket and smiled warmly as your maroon sweater dress and black tights were revealed. “You look awfully pretty today.” he teased as he stayed close to you as you fixed your large chunky scarf around your neck.

“Thanks Pete.” you told him shyly and he grinned wolfishly as he gripped the edges of your scarf and pulled you close. He ducked down quickly and slotted his lips across yours making you gasp softly at his actions. When he pulled away you took a moment to gather your lost breath as you blinked at him dazedly.

“Mistletoe.” he said softly and you tilted your head to the side at his words as confusion filled you. He grinned widely at your actions before pointing up towards the ceiling. You followed his finger and spotted the sprig of mistletoe hung above the two of you, your cheeks flushed and you began to duck your head but Peter quickly cupped your cheek and tilted your face back up to him. “I’d do again even if the mistletoe wasn’t there.” he said softly and you blinked at him for a moment as your brain tried to process his words. “C’mon let’s go in and see May. We can talk about it later.” he said softly and began to guide you towards the living room. You tugged him back quickly and leaned up on tiptoe pressing your lips to his softly, the feeling of warmth and love between the two of you was too tempting for you. Peter hummed softly against your lips before the two of you broke away again. “C’mon.” he whispered to you as his forehead touched yours gently as you both grinned at each other.

Soon the living room was filled with laughter as the three of you sat around the fire and exchanged gifts. Aunt May had gotten you a lovely earring and necklace set that matched your eyes perfectly, while Peter had gotten you a new messenger bag to replace your old one that had broken last month. As Aunt May opened her gift from you she beamed at you as she pulled out the mittens, hat and scarf set you had knitted for her in her favorite color. And then it was Peter’s turn, he held the large bulky present in his lap as he gleefully looked down at it before tearing into the wrapping paper making Aunt May gasp and scowl at him making a mess.

“No way!” Peter said with an amused laugh. You smirked at him as he lifted the large knitted sweater with small spidermen dotted around the body of the sweater. Your eyes darted over to his and grinned at you before lunging forward and placing a chaste kiss to your mouth. “I love it!” he said before pulling the sweater over his body. “How do I look?” he asked as he stood and showed off the sweater to Aunt May who was staring at the two of you with wide eyes. You were still in a daze as Peter’s actions just as Aunt May praised him for the sweater. You smiled softly as you began to shake your head at his antics.

#my writing #fluffmas 2023 #marvel #the amazing spiderman #tasm!peter parker x ofc #tasm!peter parker

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ronwestbreeze · 1 year

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TO THE UNIVERSE AND BACK | HAZARD

summary: Lila leaned forward on her knees, eyes wide again. “Is that your organ story? Do you have dead parents also? Cooper says a real superhero usually has dead parents.”

“...Um no. But maybe we should stop listening to Cooper, yeah? Also, its origin story, not organ.”

What happens when Willow Bennett accidently travels to a whole other universe? And meets a superhero hero team that’s far from perfect just like her?

Great.

As if her life wasn’t hard enough.

Hazard is the first story to my ongoing series To The Universe and Back.

READ THE FIC HERE

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justapurrcat · 2 years

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Masterlist

Tom Holland

Peter Parker

(MCU and aged up)

Nathan Drake

(Movie version)

Fanarts Masterlist

*(Gorgeous) divider by @firefly-graphics found -> here

(Let me know if you wanna be added or removed to my taglist, add yourself to it or follow me on my writing side-blog @lia-s-liabrary and turn the notifications on)

#tom holland #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland x fem!reader #tom holland x ofc #peter parker #tom!peter #tom!spiderman #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker x fem!reader #nathan drake #movie!nathan drake #nathan drake fanfiction #nathan drake x fem!reader #tom holland fanart

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certifiedceraunophile · 2 years

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Don’t Sell My Heart (After You’ve Stolen It)

A Klaroline Thieves AU

They told me I was a good thief

But they must’ve been wrong,

For no matter how hard I try,

I can’t seem to steal your heart.

-Ariana x

#mine;edit #klaus x caroline #tvdedit #klarolineedit #tvdversedit #kcedits #klaroline shippers club #klaroline fanfiction #I WOULD LIKE everybody to know that this entire AU was born because I one day woke up and decided that I wanted Klaus and Caroline to have #that upside down hanging spiderman kiss with Caroline being the inverted partner #preferably with a cool reason for her to hang upside down #and Erica was like the answer to that is THIEVES AU #AND OFC I HAD TO pterodactyl screech at her in joy and then make an edit for it #so anyway now we have the image of Caroline hanging from the ceiling during a heist to kiss Klaus full on the mouth branded into my mind #and I could not be more happy about it #Thank You #Also it feels so good to get back to editing and posting art again #i missed this like CRAZY

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julietashton · 9 months

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I’m a mess (but I’m the mess that you wanted)

Summary: Peter Parker has been brought up in a HYDRA base, being experimented on since he was four years old. When the Avengers rescue him, Tony insists they help him. His daughter finds herself incredibly drawn to him.

Preview: Her father is so horrified that he throws up as soon as Bruce and Helen Cho sedate the boy. Steve looks ready to start a world war all over again. Bucky follows the doctors inside the medbay in case they need his experience. Natasha has gone as pale as the boy, and Sophia hesitates before approaching her because her gaze looks lost.

“Nat,” she whispers worriedly. “You okay?”

Natasha takes a moment to answer, snapping out of whatever has been haunting her—probably memories of her own—and stares at her.

“He’s going to need help,” is all she says. “So much help.”

Read on AO3.

#peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker x ofc #peter parker x you #peter parker x stark!reader #mcu!peter x reader #mcu!spiderman x reader #spiderman fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #tom holland imagine #tom holland fanfiction #peter parker imagine

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hiraeth-witch-11 · 11 months

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Magnolia Jasmine

Part 1: Pilot

Warnings: canon typical violence, explosions, some fear, mommy issues, wasps

Word Count: 2400

You are a disappointment to your mother, this you know. Your mother is fierce, beautiful, and brilliant. She is also controlling, particular, and unpleasable. You share the same fiery red hair, but that’s where the similarities end. You take after your dad and his family. Even your hazel eyes are from him. You think your mother secretly resents you for being so little like her. She had never confirmed it, and your dad wouldn’t really talk about it, but you think she had gotten pregnant with the sole purpose of having someone with her abilities to follow in her footsteps. Why else would she have approached your dad, someone who came from a family with plant based abilities, seduced him and gotten pregnant all within the span of 2 months? And as soon as she was pregnant, she broke off their relationship and had a shared custody agreement ready to go. With how you were raised, that’s the only explanation that makes sense.

“Again, Magnolia. You are supposed to be growing a tree, not a rose bush.”

“It’s not working, Mom.”

“If you actually tried, it might.”

“Or maybe, I just can’t grow trees. Maybe I can only do flowers like Aunt Nicki.” You love Aunt Nicki, always look forward to visiting her. She can’t grow without plant material, and she can only work with flowers, generally pink for whatever reason, but she’s kind and she teaches you the different meanings of different flowers.

“You are my daughter, you should be able to do much more than your father’s side of the family can. You just need to apply yourself.”

Your mother had been telling you this for years. Ever since you first started walking, dandelions popping up wherever your bare feet touched the dirt, she had been laser focused on growing your power. You are 12 now, and you can bloom all kinds of flowers, many weeds, and several vining and tropical plants. Your father is always impressed when he visits, but it’s not enough for your mother. She expects you to be able to grow anything she can, or could when she was younger. But in the 11 years you have been using your power, you have never grown any trees, edible food, or even grass. It was difficult for you to grow anything that did not blossom at some point, unless you already had a sample of the plant next to you while you tried.

“I am trying, Mom. I promise!”

“At your age I could grow and manage an entire greenhouse full of exotic plants with ease. You can barely keep some of your sunflowers alive without touching them day and night. You need to try harder.”

You dig your fingers back into the dirt and put all your energy and focus towards growing a tree. So much so, that you don’t notice the blood starting to run from your nose until your mother grasps your wrists and wrenches you away from the ground.

She wipes below your nose with her thumb and shakes her head. “Disappointing. Go inside and clean yourself up. We’ll try again tomorrow.”

You go inside and wash your hands and face. It’s barely 6 and you are exhausted. You sleep through dinner and until your mother wakes you up at sunrise the next morning. You hate summer break. It just gives her more time to ‘teach’ you.

It continued this way for years and you made very little improvement in the diversity of species you could grow. You did, however, begin to excel in maintaining your plants from a distance. Much to your mother’s horror, you could even keep cut flowers preserved at a distance for days longer than was natural.

“I don’t understand why you insist on killing your plants for your own amusement, Magnolia. Cut flowers are just awful.”

You turn your back to her and roll your eyes. “The flowers will die eventually, Mom. This way they can share their beauty with others before they do.”

“I thought I raised you better than this.”

“Aunt Nicki cuts flowers all the time. The plant doesn’t feel pain like we do, sometimes cutting the flowers even helps with growth. You have to prune some things for them to thrive.”

“If you had better control of your power, you wouldn’t need to.”

You sigh, it was never enough for her. Even when you were 16 and began to communicate with bees and hummingbirds and butterflies, she was still disappointed.

“Dad said his great grandma could do it too! Isn’t it cool? They follow me around sometimes, which can get annoying, but they love when I bloom flowers for them!”

“You take after your father’s side of the family too much.”

Looking back, you think that is the exact moment you decided you were going to move far away from her one day. You won’t be a tool to further her sometimes extreme planet first agenda, even if you were powerful enough, you decide that you want your own life.

It had always been a given that you would go to college. Both your parents had their doctorates, though your father often told you his had been more trouble than it was worth. Instead of staying in state for school, you applied to places across the country. You may not have been as powerful as your mother, or a genius like either of your parents, but you are smart. Smart enough to graduate highschool near the top of your class. Smart enough to get into NYU and be granted a large scholarship.

“How do you plan to go? It’s expensive and halfway across the country.”

“I have some money saved, I can at least afford the first year if I get a job there. I wanted to ask if I could borrow some money from you. I plan to pay it back, with intere-”

“Absolutely not. I will not pay for you to leave and go to school that far away. You are supposed to be here, with me, practicing.”

“I am never going to be as strong as you, Mom! And as much as I love the planet and hate how much people are killing it, I don’t want to be an ecoterrorist like you were. I want to go to school and learn and maybe make friends. I want to explore things and figure out what I want to do with my life.”

“Go ahead then. Be ungrateful and leave me here. When you run out of money, you’ll be back.”

Your dad had a much different reaction than your mother.

“I’m so proud of you, Blossom! You are going to be brilliant in whatever you choose to do. Now, I don’t want you worrying about money and working too hard while you’re supposed to be studying and enjoying your youth. I’ve been building a college fund for you ever since your mother found out she was pregnant. You don’t need to worry about a thing.”

You are practically speechless when he shows you the account and helps you set up automatic tuition payments. Your mother refuses to speak to you the few weeks leading up to your move in date and you are happy when your dad asks if he can come with you to help get settled.

The years go by fast. You alternate holidays at your parent’s homes and spend less and less time with your mother. You rarely speak to her at all, sometimes months go by without a word. Your dad is better about calling you, but he gets distracted easily. At some point near the end of junior year, you decide you want to open up a flower shop. Thanks to the college fund from your dad, you have been able to save some money during your years at school. After graduation, you spend a couple years working two jobs. One in plant based research and another at a high end flower shop. You even add in a third job waitressing for a while. But it isn’t until your grandma dies and leaves a large chunk of money to you in her will that you are finally able to open up a tiny store just before your 25th birthday.

Your affinity for plants gives you an edge and saves you a lot of time and money. You keep many pots of live flowers growing in your store and in your tiny apartment. Your customers appreciate seeing how fresh your flowers are, sometimes you even cut their selections in front of them.

You aren’t necessarily hiding your power by studying botany and opening up a flower shop. But this is New York City, and there are much stranger things to notice than a girl with a metaphorically green thumb and a downright friendly relationship with most pollinators. People don’t mind that your flowers stay fresh longer than they should and the plants you sell thrive and grow under near impossible conditions. They don’t mind, likely because they either don’t notice or there are much worse things to be concerned about. Things like electricity controlling criminals and flying, goblin-like villains.

It’s not that these were daily concerns, far from it. Spider-Man usually kept people safe and you were happy to leave the crime-fighting to him. Except for today. Today, the news alert on your phone has notified you, a few minutes too late, that Spider-Man has been seen fighting a wasp swarm that seems to be controlled by a team of men through some technological device. Too late, because you are currently watching this from behind a dumpster, having run into the alley the moment the explosions started. It looks like less of a fight and more of Spider-Man trying to stay out of the swarm’s reach while doing his best to thin them out and keeping civilians out of harm's way as the men reek general mayhem. His suit doesn’t seem to be sting proof and even with his extra durability, the wasps aren’t only attacking him. Enough stings can cause serious injury, especially in children.

So on this random day in May, you decide to take your first real dip into the world of vigilantism, in a much different way than your mother had ever intended for you. You tuck yourself closer to the wall and you tightly wrap yourself in a suit of vines, masking most of your face in soft pink petals, and weaving soft thin stemmed flowers through your hair until it is tightly braided and concealed. All this takes you less than 5 minutes, your mother would have expected you to do this in less than 1, but you were out of practice.

The first time you figured out how to use your flowers as clothing, you had been 13. Your mother used to wear costumes made of green vines when she was younger, so you scoured the internet for pictures and then diligently studied the way the vines overlapped and intertwined. It had taken you weeks to form something solid and relatively comfortable over your own clothing, but it had been worth it. That was one of the only times your mother had ever been proud of you.

You take a deep steadying breath, then dash back out into the madness. Start small, you tell yourself. Much of the street has been blocked with cars and debris, preventing people from easily escaping, especially the group of elementary school aged children hiding behind their chaperones. This you can help with. You sprint towards them, crouching once you are close, placing your bare palms to the pavement and summoning sturdy vines, mainly composed of kudzu, and instruct it to twist itself into steps, creating a bridge over the worst of the rubble.

“It’s okay, you can come out,” you wave to the children and their 3 supervising adults. Another blast across the street sends vibrations through the ground and a few screams are audible. The kids are terrified and the adults aren’t much better. “Hey, I’ll keep you safe, all you have to do is climb a few feet and you can get outta here.” You beckon them closer and this time they respond.

Half of them are over the structure when a swarm of wasps notices the movement and charges. I can help with this too, you reassure yourself as you reach out pseudo-telepathically to the insects. We are all nest-hive-friends-harmless. Calm-soothe-safe.

It’s hard to directly translate anything you communicate to pollinators, most often it’s more of an impression or image that you send towards them. A feeling or direction. These wasps are confused, the technology controlling them is sending impulses they don’t understand and your instructions are conflicting. You decide it’s best to send them as far away from here as possible. Home. Go home. Leave-flee-fly-away. Home.

The swarms all follow your instructions, breaking free of the control of whatever tech the villains had created. Another explosion almost knocks you off your feet and you turn to watch Spider-Man get thrown back against the building from the force of the blast.

You have no idea what these guys are after, maybe they just want to blow shit up and kill Spider-Man. You would really like to go back home, but the masked hero isn’t getting up fast enough and the bad guys are pointing their weapons at him.

“Frick, okay, here goes nothing,” you tell yourself as you kneel and place your bare palms on the cracked pavement. Thorny vines of roses reach up from the ground around Spider-Man’s assailants, wrapping around their weapons and yanking them down and to the side until they are no longer pointed at anyone. Spider-Man takes advantage of your distraction and quickly wraps the 3, now unarmed, men in webs, removing any remaining tech from their wrists and leaving them to dangle from the ceiling. You take this as your que to leave, you aren’t needed anymore.

You disappear into an alleyway and remove your plant based suit, before speed walking home as fast as you could.

*****

Spider-Man had noticed you while he was busy dodging explosions and angry wasps. Briefly, he had worried you were another threat, but that fear left once he saw you help the kids and disperse the wasps. It hurt like hell when he got caught between two blasts and slammed his head against the wall. He was preparing to dodge the coming fire even with his bruised ribs and ringing ears, but you had saved him the trouble.

He wishes he could have talked to you or even just thanked you before you disappeared. At least he had a handful of flowers to take home to Aunt May tonight.

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autumn-hiraeth · 9 months

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Can I request Hobie on patrol finding his love beaten bloody in the streets but they don't know he's spiderpunk and in the chaos of him trying to figure out what happened their just "I'll be ok, but could I get an autograph for my boyfriend? You both have the same vibe and I think he'd like it"

ofc anon! 🧃 Hope you like it! <3

Hobie brown x reader

fluff and slight angst. Headcanons

a/n: you can find more here “ Hobie's masterlist”

You know it was a bad idea to go to that political protest without Hobie. But he didn't show up so you went anyway. Your bad. Three hours later you're wailing because the pigs showed up and they weren't very nice, so that's why your lip is busted, your nose is bleeding and your face is bruised - like the rest of your body-.

But you can't even feel the pain from all the adrenaline running through your veins.

Maybe it's the adrenaline from the fight you got into with a cop or because the amazing Spider-Punk is carrying you while he asks you a lot of questions; " Who did this to you?" " what happened?" “How many fingers can ya' see?”

Hobie wants nothing more than to take you to safety as he holds you in his arms, his heart breaking when he sees you all beaten up. Once again he shouldn't have left you alone. Everything would be easier if you knew his secret identity. Right? He's blaming himself that he doesn't even realize how happy you seem to be in his arms. Your arms around his neck make him feel warm.

"Hey Spiderman" “don't talk luv, you're too weak” you frown, Jesus, he and hobie are so dramatic. "Nah, I'm fine, promise" but he doesn't believe you and you roll your eyes before saying: ""I'll be ok, but could I get an autograph for my boyfriend? You both have the same vibe and I think he'd like it"

Then he stops his walk and looks at you, your pretty face bruised, and his mouth opens in indignation at your request. "You're almost dying in my arms and you're seriously asking me that?!" your grip tightens on his neck feeling him tense.

“hey! I'm not dying, you're being so dramatic!" you sneer and he gasps indignantly " Even that's how you and my boyfriend are similar .. You two are drama queens” you point out, your head is aching, maybe that's why you can't find out on your own that your boyfriend and spider-man are the same person. Hobie laughs "luv, just lie against my chest" he asks before moving on, but you are stubborn and Hobie loves that about you (especially when you and he are in bed, it doesn't matter rn).

“I really need your autograph, Hobie is going to love it” you murmur and Spider-punk smiles.

oh, he can't wait for you to find out his secret identity.

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pairing. spider-man!jake x fem!reader wc. 430 cw. reader is described as girly in this notes. jake as spiderman hcs will be coming next ofc

Being Spider-man’s girlfriend was hard. It was even harder when the villains that wanted him got to you as bait. You’ve had about five dresses ruined, ten barrettes lost and a plethora of broken nails before you had a mental breakdown one night. Jake promised to replace everything and while you appreciated it, you told him to save his money. That would probably be ruined too.

If you weren’t kidnapped by some flying vulture or psychotic green goblin- then you were caught in the crossfire of Jake fighting one of them. Sometimes, and only for a split second, you would question why you stuck around. But as soon as the thought came, it left and caused you to feel guilty for even thinking about it. You were absolutely in love with Jake and couldn’t bear to leave him. Even though your life was constantly in danger, he’d always come to save you.

“Aren’t I supposed to be patching you up?” You giggled, wincing when he carefully cleaned up the deep cut on your face. It was yet another run in with Vulture and if Jake had shown up five seconds too late- you would have been street-pizza.

“Yeah, but I heal quicker than you.” Jake mumbled, his eyes still showing concern. You had reassured him that you were fine, multiple times, but he didn’t want to leave your side. His mask was discarded on the floor and you were able to see his pretty face. Bruised and cut, but still pretty nonetheless.

“I promise I'll buy you a hundred bows and headbands and all the pink stuff you could imagine. Or even those macaroons you like from the bakery down the block..oh hey, didn’t you say you wanted to get your nails done? I can give you money.” Jake rambled, listing off things to make you feel better. You had never asked for them, Jake was just thoughtful (and felt insanely guilty about putting you in near death situations). You stopped his rambling by holding his face in your hands, smiling at him to show that you weren’t upset.

“You don’t have to get me anything. Knowing that you’re alive and well is more than enough for me.” You said sincerely, looking into his eyes directly. Jake bit back a smile, nodding in understanding. He thought it was cute how you never really expected anything from him, even though he still went out and got stuff for you anyways.

“Although…maybe those macaroons would be nice right about now.” You mumbled, giving the boy a shy smile. He chuckled before standing up to look for some clothes to put on. Jake never wasted time when it came to you.

“Whatever you want, princess.”

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sheerfreesia007 · 10 months

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Webhead Chronicles #29

Title: Webhead Chronicles #29

Fandom: The Amazing Spiderman

Pairing: Tasm!Peter Parker x OFC!

Author: @sheerfreesia007

Words: 2,346

Warnings: Teenage hormones, teasing, flirting, awkward teenagers

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The morning after Peter confessed his feelings to Ev was a school day and Peter was excited to walk into school with Ev as his girlfriend. He wondered if she’d let him kiss her while at school or if she’d want him to hold off until they were alone. He had so many questions and worries about how to act around now since they’ve deepened their relationship. He could feel his anxiety amping up as his mind swirled with questions and doubts as he got ready for school. His mind was completely preoccupied as he dressed for the day and grabbed his backpack from his bedroom floor before walking out of his bedroom and heading downstairs to grab something to eat before heading to school with Ev.

Peter didn’t even notice that Aunt May was in the kitchen standing at the stove making scrambled eggs for breakfast. He was still thinking about how he and Ev were going to be acting around each other now as he moved to the fridge and opened it and bent forward to peer inside.

“Good morning Peter.” Aunt May said fondly to him in greeting and Peter jerked upwards at her words causing himself to hit the back of his head on the fridge and groaned loudly. “Oh no! Are you okay? I’m sorry I didn’t see that you were daydreaming.” Aunt May apologized quickly as she came over to stand at his side.

“I’m okay Aunt May, promise.” he said as he smiled at her.

“Are you sure? You hit your head pretty hard. What were you daydreaming about anyway?” Aunt May asked curiously as she looked over at him.

“Nothing, just trying to wake up.” he lied easily to her when he heard Ev knocking at the front door making the two of them laugh. Peter bounced from his spot at the fridge to the front door and opened the door to Ev. He grinned at her happy smiling face as she walked into the house. He shut the door quickly and then crowded her against the hallway wall peppering kisses along her face.

“Well good morning to you.” Ev teased him and Peter grunted softly in response as he pressed kisses along her jaw to her neck. Ev gasped softly as her head fell back against the wall giving him more room to kiss her. Peter began to lose himself in her as he moved back up to her face and slanted his lips eagerly against hers. His hands came up to cup her face and card his fingers through her hair. Ev whimpered softly against his mouth when suddenly there was a loud sound of someone clearing their throat. Peter jerked back in response and turned his head to stare at Aunt May with a heated blush covering his face. Ev buried her face in his chest in embarrassment and Aunt May chuckled softly.

“Finally the two of you figured it out.” Aunt May said amusedly. “Bedroom doors stay open at all times.” she told them primly and Peter watched her confused for a moment.

“What do you mean we finally figured it out?” Peter asked bewildered and Aunt May rolled her eyes before looking pointedly at a blushing Ev who was peeking out at her shyly.

“It means that we were too blind to realize that we were in love with each other.” Ev informed him and Peter looked down at her, shocked. “I mean, we confessed to each other last night Pete. She’s right, we finally figured out what our feelings were for each other.” Ev told him gently and Peter whipped his head to a smug looking Aunt May as she nodded her head at Ev’s words.

“You two have been dancing around your feelings for each other for years. Your Uncle Ben, Ev’s Dad and myself all had a bet on when you two would finally figure it out. This year and next year was Uncle Ben’s pick.” Aunt May said fondly, causing Ev and Peter to stare at her with wide surprised eyes, making her laugh happily. “Yep we made a bet on when it would finally happen.”

“What was my Dad’s choice?” Ev asked suddenly and Peter whipped his head down to stare at her worriedly. He was worried that she would tell him that they need to hold off on being boyfriend and girlfriend but Ev easily placed her hand over his heart in a calming gesture. And it did calm him surprisingly causing him to melt under her hand.

“He picked a few years down the line.” Aunt May informed them and Ev tilted her head from side to side before chuckling softly.

“He always did say that you were clueless.” Ev said softly and Peter looked down at her with a look of offended outrage.

“What?!” he asked shocked and she nodded her head at him with a smile.

“He said you were just a teenage boy who wouldn’t know when a girl was flirting with you.” Ev told him, making Aunt May laugh amusedly as she nodded her head.

“He has a point.” Aunt May said knowingly and Ev chuckled softly before she cupped Peter’s cheek and pulled him down to press a sweet chaste kiss to his lips.

“I’m very glad you wouldn’t be able to tell if someone was flirting with you.” she said fondly to him after breaking from the kiss. Peter hummed softly with his eyes closed and his lips still puckered in a kiss, he wanted to just drown in her lips and never surface.

“Well I’m glad the two of you are finally together. Uncle Ben would’ve been glad too.” Aunt May said softly and Peter opened his eyes to turn to her with a soft look falling over his face. Ev moved away from Peter and wrapped Aunt May in a tight hug. Peter walked over to the two of them and wrapped them both in a group hug as they both chuckled at his antics.

“Alright, get outta here you two or you’ll be late for school.” Aunt May said fondly before pushing the two of them away. Peter grinned at her before he grabbed onto Ev’s hand and began leading her out of the house. Aunt May stood at the door watching them through the window as they both descended down the stairs and began talking.

“So where do you wanna grab breakfast? I’m starving.” Ev said conversationally and Peter grinned at her happily. Everything felt the same between them, just now there was this slight excitement he held within himself as he looked at her. “What?” she asked curiously as she smiled softly at him and swung their hands between them. Peter tugged her over to him as he wrapped his arm around her neck and pressed a quick kiss to her lips. Peter’s eyes lit up as he realized that she was now his girlfriend and he was able to kiss her at any time he wanted.

“How about we go to Gary’s Bagel shop?” Peter asked and Ev’s eyes lit up making him chuckle at her excitement to get a breakfast sandwich.

“Oooohh, good choice. Let me call Gwen and see if she wants a sandwich too. She’s always going on about missing their sandwiches.” Ev said as she dug her phone out of her pocket. Peter nodded his head and waited patiently for her to get Gwen’s order before he spoke up about his anxious thoughts. “So what’s going on in that big brain of yours, webhead?” Ev asked curiously as she looked over at him after ending the call with Gwen.

“I-I, a lot.” he said after a brief hesitation. The two waited at the corner for the traffic to pass by before they quickly walked across the street. “Where do we stand?” he asked suddenly as he weaved the two of them through the other pedestrians on the sidewalk. Peter could feel Ev’s eyes on the back of his head as he walked ahead of her with her hand in his. When they came to an opening on the sidewalk she caught up to his strides and walked next to him.

“What do you mean Pete?” she asked curiously as she eyed him quietly.

“Like, I know I’m your boyfriend now and you’re my girlfriend. But am I-” he began to explain when someone cut in front of the two of them as they walked. He huffed softly and then dragged Ev into an alleyway two storefronts down from the bagel shop. Ev looked up at him and Peter began to pace. “What’s your opinion on PDA? Like can I kiss you in school? Hand holding? Cuddling up to each other? I don’t know our boundaries.” he explained and Ev looked up at him with widened eyes that made him fall farther in love with her. She was just too adorable and Peter couldn’t help himself as he reached out and cupped her face while backing her into the wall as his lips descended on her own. Peter groaned softly as he felt the rapidly becoming familiar sensation of her soft lips against his. His body shifted against hers as he pressed her back into the wall as his lips hungrily consumed hers. Ev’s hand came up and gripped the back of his jacket tightly as her mouth opened for him and Peter felt his soul leave his body. The way she fully trusted him in this moment just completely floored him and he felt their relationship deepen exponentially in this one moment.

The sound of pedestrians walking past the alleyway caught in Peter’s ear and he groaned softly as he started to reign himself in. He couldn’t just make out with Ev against a dirty brick wall in a dark alleyway, it was romantic in the least and he feared that he was becoming too excited by just kissing her. “Ev, we gotta stop.” he whispered against her mouth and she hummed softly as she continued to kiss him heatedly. “Ev, we can’t do this here.” he tried again but then gasped as she shifted her body against his and he felt the crotch of her pants graze against his. “Oh shit.” he gasped out softly.

“Pete.” she said softly to him and Peter looked up at her with fuzzy eyes.

“Not here. I don’t want this to be our first time here.” he gasped out to her and suddenly everything came into focus for the two of them. Ev looked at him with wide eyes as a blush creeped up her face while her hand slowly released his jacket.

“You’re right. Sorry. I got carried away.” Ev said, sounding a little dazed and Peter smiled down at her.

“I’m just that irresistible.” he teased her and Ev chuckled softly at him while shaking her head. “But don’t apologize. I got carried away too. It’s just so new and I’m finally able to tell you and show you how much I love you. I can’t help myself when it comes to you.” he confesses softly and Ev beams up at him with a killer watt smile.

“I love you too webhead.” she says softly as she nudges her nose against his. Peter kisses her swiftly once again and Ev squeaks softly making him hum in response. When they pull apart Ev breathes out softly. “No make outs in public. We can’t control ourselves.” She instructs him and Peter eagerly nods his head at her rule.

“Totally. Understood.” he replies as he crowds her back against the wall again.

“And no grinding on each other. At least not in public.” she tells him and Peter nods his head at her words as he leans in closer.

“Hand holding is a must.” he whispers to her and Ev nods her head at him making him smile widely. “Closed mouth kisses I think are safe.” he says softly and Ev grins before pecking his lips softly.

“I think you’re right Parker.” she teases him before ducking under his arm and grabbing onto his hand to drag him out of the alleyway. “And if we want to get to school on time with breakfast we need to go.” she says amused. Peter grins as he follows her mindlessly.

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When they get to school Gwen greets them and then eyes their intertwined hands with a knowing look. She whips her head up to Ev and then squeals happily as she lunges at her to wrap her in a tight hug. Peter ducks his head in embarrassment as he watches the girls bounce happily while hugging and he rubs a hand along the back of his neck while darting his eyes away from them. He spots Carmen standing at her locker watching quietly before her eyes connect with his. She grins at him and flashes him a thumbs up before darting her eyes over to Ev and Gwen. Peter blushes heatedly as he begins to fidget, his body twisting and turning in its spot before Ev’s hand slips into his, causing him to calm.

“About damn time Parker!” yells out Flash from down the hallway and Ev chuckles as she shakes her head. Peter watches as Flash gives him a happy grin as Flash’s eyes dance between Ev and himself. He nods his head at Peter still grinning and Peter ducks his head again. Ev sidles up to him and smiles as her own cheeks are blushing.

“Didn’t think we’d get this reaction.” she said softly and Peter smiled down at her.

“They all thought we were together anyway. Just now it’s official.” he said and Ev laughed softly before leaning up and pressing a quick kiss to his mouth. Peter wraps his arms around her and keeps her close as he prolongs the kiss while everyone around them cheers and hollers loudly. When they do pull away Peter presses his forehead to hers and just grins goofily as excitement and giddiness fills him. Ev smiles softly up at him while nudging her nose against his.

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