In Plain Sight

Summary: After Loki’s apparent death at the hands of Thanos, Thor sets out to find him. When he finds you instead, he’s not quite sure how to react. At least, until you share some good news with him.

A/N: This is my first request so thank you so much to the anon who sent it in! I loved writing this and hope you all like it too. Requests are taken here. Let me know what you think!

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Part 2

A winding gravel path ducked behind a hanging willow, a creaking gate swung open and closed in the light breeze, and a detached house was hidden behind the swaying branches. The smell of lilies spilled over him in waves, the scent carried on the breeze.

Thor felt his eyebrows pull together at the simple tranquillity of the sight. Fumbling in his pocket, reaching for the scrunched paper he had discarded there, he gripped it between his forefinger and thumb. Squinting at the small scrawled letters, he looked from the words to the cottage before him. The scrawled address matched his location but it seemed so different than what he had been expecting.

Of all the places he would have expected to find his brother, this tranquil little slice of Midgard was not suited to the chaos and mischief that followed him near constantly. What could Loki have been doing here all this time?

The answer would not magically appear from the driveway of this rustic country house, and so he opened the swinging gate more securely and stepped onto the gravel path. He didn’t take time to close the gate, instead letting it clatter noisily into the fence behind. The crunch of his steps upon the gravel provided a bass for the melody the birds were weaving.

His heavy knock seemed to echo through the empty air, overwhelming the sound of swaying branches, but the sound of a yell within the house still caught his attention. “Just a minute!” The steps behind the door were slow, measured, and his impatience only swelled. Everything seemed so strange and he was hoping to hurry towards an answer but your meandered steps forced him to wait.

The creak of a lock turning and the handle glinting as it dipped were the subtle precursors to your face appearing before him. The sight, for a multitude of reasons, certainly wasn’t what he had been expecting. “Hi,” you smiled up at him, the briefest hesitation weaved into your tone before a recognition lit up your features. “Hi!” You gave again, increased enthusiasm as you opened the door more fully.

Floundering, his eyes felt as though they doubled when they caught sight of your pregnant belly. At his overt attention you sent a nervous hand skittering over your bump, “would you like to come in?”

Stepping back, he shook his head quickly, fingers fiddling with the loose buttons of his coat. “Uh-no,” he stammered out, entirely certain he had come to the wrong place, “I seem to have made an error… have a - have a good day.” He told you, half turning away as he sent an awkward wave goodbye at you.

The same hand that had smoothed over your belly shot out to grasp his arm. “Thor, wait.” Stopping short he stumbled out a breath.

Hand up, palm flat in a halting gesture he tried to step away again. “Sorry,” he told you offhandedly, “official Avengers business – I can come back and sign something?” He told you, trying his best to get away but lacking the verbal finesse to extract himself.

Chuckling at his clear rush to escape, you tightened your grip pointedly. He sent an almost concerned glance down to your hand at the tightness of your grip. “You’re in the right place,” you reassured, voice calm as you sensed his rush. “You’re looking for Loki, right?”

He paused in his attempts of getting away.

“He should be back soon,” you told him, loosening your grip when he stopped in his rush to escape, “please come in.”

Nodding after a likely longer than necessary pause, he moved forwards.

The door frame was either tiny or he was much too large to fit comfortably. You moved as far out of the way as you could seemingly manage, still beckoning him through with a sweeping arm, but he still needed to work to squeeze himself through the gap. Looking back over the door frame he wondered why mortals had no sense of grandeur even in something so simple as doorways.

You looked in good humour as you watched him stoop through your doorstep. “Tea?” You asked, to which he immediately crinkled his nose, a sound of derision he had barely known himself capable of catching in his throat. “Or not.” You told him, laughing behind a hand.

The pair of you stood across from each other; you trying not to laugh at the confusion still scrunching his features and him trying to work out what was going on in front of him. Just as he was about to launch into questioning,with a severity of curiosity if not tone, you casually beckoned him further into the house. “C’mon,” you turned your back and stepped down the hallway with your hands supporting your lower back, “kitchen’s this way.”

He followed you obediently, forced to take shuffling steps rather than his usual large strides due to your decreased pace. He didn’t grumble over the meandering pace, acknowledging that you had an entire baby to carry along with you. And the slow wander down the hallway did allow him time to look over the trinkets scattering the hallway.

A large leafed green plant sat in a cracked porcelain pot beside the front door, leaves seeming to lean into the light that bled through the edge of the door. A book case was nestled beneath the oak stairs; the middle two shelves were stacked with books, each spine with a different thickness, whilst the other shelves were littered with small trinkets.

It was remarkably cosy, homely. Not what he had expected at all. None of this was as anticipated.

Per your silent direction, when you arrived in the kitchen he gingerly sat in what looked to be a rickety dining chair. You didn’t sit across from him, instead shifting to the countertop. “Do you want something to eat?”

He went to shake his head no, but immediately changed his mind when a large, chunky sandwich was placed in front of him. The fillings were so numerous that they were spilling out from between the thick slices of bread. You shrugged as you offhandedly explained, eyes turning warmly to your bump as you spoke; “I made it for me but I think she changed her mind.”

At your words his eyes dropped down to your belly where your hands were cradling the obvious bump. “You’re having a girl?” He asked, around a mouthful of food.

“Apparently so,” you told him, dropping carefully into the chair across from him - a sigh of relief escaping you as your back pressed into the back of the chair. “We’ll know for sure in a few days.”

Having now finished his sandwich, barely having tasted it with the haste that he had devoured it, he awkwardly folded his fingers before him before unclasping them to drum against the table. “So…” he began before immediately trailing off. Instead of forcing out stumbling questions, he clumsily gestured to your stomach whilst forming the most inquisitorial expression he could muster.

Palm pressed against the table, you leaned forward a little and answered the silent question. “Y’know, I was hoping she would get to meet her uncle.” Your tone of voice, mixed with the playful look in your eye, told him that you expected him to gain some revelation from these words.

Looking down to the crumbs he had left behind on the ceramic plate as though they held the answer, he gave a suggestion with a furrowed brow. “Have you contacted him?” Following the question, your eyebrows crunched together and you watched him silently for a long moment. Feeling as though he had missed something important, he blabbered another question. “I could help you find him? There is no place on Midgard inaccessible to the son of Odín.”

The brag merely made you chuckle. “Well, you wouldn’t need all that.” Hands waving to suggest the fanfare he had implied. You looked at him softly then, patiently. “All you’d need is a mirror.”

“Oh,” it took him another second to truly understand, “Oh. You and my brother? Loki? My brother Loki? Loki the god of mischief? That Loki?” You continued nodding emphatically as each question spilled from him in an almost endless tidal wave. You…” he trailed off awkwardly as he pointedly clasped his hands together in a strange manner, eyebrows raising and lips twisting in a question he was too uncomfortable to actually verbalise.

You nodded with a small but bright smile, “You’re gonna be an uncle.”

It took a few more moments of processing, experiencing a whole host of mixed emotions as he did so, before his face split into a grin. Standing from his chair, the table jerking and groaning under the sudden movement, he gave a booming laugh of excitement as he moved to embrace you. In your current state you couldn’t stand quickly enough to fully accept the hug but he bent double to embrace you.

Patting his back with a chuckle, your words were swallowed by his more booming tone. “I’m going to be an uncle!” He repeated, each word with increasing dramatics. “I can teach her to properly wield a hammer, although perhaps an axe would be more suited for a lady.”

You pulled back quickly, stern eyes on him but they quickly melted back into amusement at his excitable expression. “At least wait until she can walk,” your words inspired increased mirth in the man and he pushed forward to hug you yet again.

—

The moment Loki stepped through the door he realised something was off. The muddy footprints tracking from the doorway to the kitchen certainly weren’t usual. Your feet were much smaller than these prints and he knew you kicked your shoes off the moment you came in; your feet swelling uncomfortably in these last months of pregnancy.

The booming laughter that shook from the kitchen told him the source of these new shoe prints. Truthfully, he had been expecting this. He had ‘died’ enough times now that he doubted his brother would truly believe this latest episode, but just knowing you were so close to giving birth he wasn’t sure this was the best time for a reunion.

Hesitating, he turned an almost solemn expression over the hallway. There was a delicacy in how the pair of you had arranged the trinkets of your blossoming life together. A balance of colour, memories, and decor that meshed so wonderfully yet subtly together. The tracking footprints seemed an ominous reminder of a much greater worry; the war and chaos and fear and pain that he had fled from was sure to find its way back to him.

Now, it wasn’t just him.

There was no escape. He had slowly realised this truth even as he had settled into peace with you, the thought returning stubbornly in quiet moments, but this was such a stark reminder he couldn’t hope to ignore it.

His attempt at quashing this unease within himself was likely successful enough to fool his brother. Perhaps not you. Regardless, he followed the tracks in their meandering route to the kitchen.

Finding Thor bearing down on you in what appeared to be a well-natured embrace threw him off his purposeful stride slightly. This falter ended as he caught your eyes peeking at him over his brother’s large figure. The crinkle of your eyes suggested a smile and the excitable wave you fired at him, even despite your arm’s entrapment in the hug, chased away some of the anxieties coursing through him.

A deep breath, and; “Brother,” the word caught Thor’s attention entirely, he swung around to find the source even as Loki continued his now defunct request. “Kindly unhand my wife.”

Small Gestures - Part 2

Summary: You and Spencer continue your subtle back and forth over a few days. The weather, of all things, brings the tension between you to a boiling point. Trying to keep your flirtations quiet from a team of profilers is not as simple as you had hoped.

A/N: I think there will be a part 3 of this so please let me know if you’re interested! I can’t reply to comments because this is not my primary account (tumblr is weird) but I read them all, hence this part 2!

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The weather had finally broken. A humidity remained but the rain barrelling against the windows of the car cooled the environment well enough. The downside of this sudden torrential downpour, however, was that you had just arrived back at the police station and you needed to head inside. The parking directly outside of the station was seemingly reserved for low-level deputies and you had been forced to park across the street. Peering out into the street through the fogged window, you grit your teeth. There seemed to be a river between you and your destination.

“I love my job,” you grumbled to yourself as you clicked the door open. The roar of the rain became almost overwhelming as you opened the door against it. Before you had even taken a step down onto the pavement you could feel your clothes sticking fast to your slicked skin, soaking through every layer in a matter of moments. The sound of your rushed steps towards the station were entirely drowned out by the hammering of the rain and you couldn’t even hear your own voice cursing against the stubbornness of the heavy front door.

The door swung shut behind you, allowing the more subtle sound of your soaked clothes drip-drip dripping against the linoleum floor to invade your ears. The noise an unnecessary reminder of how soaked through you were. You took a few steps into the building and cringed against the sound of your horribly squeaking shoes. Even your leather boots had not endured the downpour, wet toes wiggling in sodden socks.

You stopped mid-step and took a second to feel entirely sorry for yourself.

Frowning down at your, likely ruined, shoes you bent to unzip them. The combination of the wet floor, that you had so carelessly been the cause of, and your general lack of anything resembling balance became a deadly combination. You tottered to the side almost immediately, left arm shooting up in a fruitless attempt to correct yourself and you grimaced as you felt yourself begin to tip entirely to the side.

“Woah,” a pair of hands narrowly kept you from whacking your head on the side of a desk. As you let the hands right you, you sighed a grateful thanks before looking up to identify your saviour. Warm eyes met yours, in sharp contrast to the stinging chill of the rain that clung to you, and Spencer took care to not remove his hands. As much as the warmth of them did prevent you from shivering, the already thin fabric of your shirt seemed to provide no barrier between his large hand and your bare skin. The feeling inspired a need within you to find out what his hands would feel like touching you somewhere else, everywhere else.

You shivered visibly. Spencer, thankfully, seemed to attribute this motion to your current condition but truthfully you felt so suddenly warm that you barely noticed the cold press of your clothes. “Are you okay?” He asked hastily, full of an earnest concern that sent your lips twitching upwards. “You’re-“ he cut himself off instantly as his eyes dropped to your figure. Tongue swiping over his lips, he hurried out a word that likely hadn’t been his original intention; “wet.” His voice had dropped an octave from one word to the next, a raspy nature to his tone that you had never had the pleasure of hearing before, and his gaze jumped back up to yours almost guiltily.

The white shirt you had worn had, in fact, originally been for his benefit. Pairing it with a lacy black bra that you had hoped would provide him with distraction whenever you happened to be in the right lighting had been your more modest plan of action. It had worked, delectably well, and you were certain he knew that it had been purposeful.

After the third instance of catching his eyes on your figure, lips parted ever so slightly in an almost awestruck manner, he had started an assault of his own. A large palm on the small of your back as he moved past you, beckoning you over to him with a pair of crooked fingers, and even licking his thumb and forefinger before leafing through papers. Matching your gaze in silent challenge each time, of course.

But, now, the rain had seemingly decided the subtlety of the last few days should come to an end. The fabric of your shirt was now almost entirely see through, the fabric clinging to your figure in a way that Spencer clearly appreciated if the tightening of his hands upon your arms was any indication.

The frustration he had built in you over the past few days injected a boldness into your next actions. Dropping your chin slightly, you looked up at him through batting lashes, and murmured your response. “Mhm,” you assented, “I’m wet all over.”

A noise caught in his throat at your obvious implication, hand clenching and unclenching on your arm as his lips fumbled and struggled over a response he never managed to give. Before his lips could form the words he had worked so hard to find, his eyes left you completely and followed the movement of someone else.

Recognising that one of the few things that could pull his attention so entirely from you was somebody else looking at you the same way hehad been, you followed his gaze with an aggravated curiosity. Sure enough, an officer you had not even been introduced to had more than noticed the nature of your shirt. Quickly, he shrunk beneath yours and the doctor’s less than impressed attention and hurried off chastened.

Standing up straighter, Spencer moved closer to you and his eyes darted over the room to ensure that hiswas the only rapt attention upon you. You almost had to take a step back at how close he got to you, trying desperately to stifle the giggle that filled you as you realised he was trying to somehow hide you from sight with his own body. Looking down at you, expression lightening as he noted the breathless chuckle you didn’t manage to quash, he quickly asked; “do you have a change of clothes?”

Shaking your head no, you watched as he stepped back and fiddled with the hem of his sweater. Realising immediately what he was planning to do, and doubting entirely that you could physically handle being engulfed by the warmth of an item of his clothing, you immediately put your hands over his to halt him. “Reid, I’ll be fine, you don’t have to do that.”

Caramel eyes darting over your head in another sweeping check of the room, he shook his head and continued his pursuit of undressing. “It’s fine really,” the next words were muffled as the garment caught awkwardly over his head, “I don’t want you to get cold.”

You let your eyes sweep appraisingly over his lithe figure, watching him shift and move with an almost rapt fascination as he struggled, knowing those eyes stood no chance of catching you. Eventually, you moved forward to help him with gentle hands. “Let me help.”

The pair of you, working together, managed to free him. The garment was bundled in one of his large hands and he held it out for you to take. “Really it’s fine, my clothes will dry.” You half-heartedly rejected his offer, wondering if you could get him to admit the main reason he wanted to swaddle you in his sweater.

As much as you were usually able to fluster the words straight out of Spencer’s mind, this time he was surprisingly apt at holding it together. A testament to how much he wanted to ensure his welcomed gaze was the onlyone you received. “Actually, the wetness of your clothes can drop your body temperature as much as three degrees.” There was something so charming about his tone of voice when he fell into an explanation like this. Something so charming, in fact, that you took the sweater from his hand. “That might not seem like much but even the drop of a single degree can cause your body severe distress. You know most people don’t even realise it but it only takes an internal temperature drop of two degrees to cause hypothermia.”

“Huh, I didn’t know that.” Came your equally intelligent reply, your statement half muffled as you pulled the garment over your head. “You’ve convinced me, doc.”

In all of your attempts to fluster the man, all of your flirtatious looks and touches, you could never have predicted the incredible effect that the mere sight of you in his clothes would produce. There was something different in his response to you now though, instead of an intense heat behind his eyes there was something pure and joyful in his gaze. A true smile pulled his lips up, not like the smirks and grins you had earned before, his eyes crinkling in the corners with the motion.

Feeling suddenly self-conscious under this new type of gaze, you pulled your hands beneath the overlong sleeves of his sweater. “Better?” You asked, sudden shyness casting your eyes to your shifting feet before you forced them back up.

Unfortunately, his likely charming response was cut off by JJ’s approaching voice. “Hey, Spence,” she started, dragging your attention from each other as she came to a stop beside the pair of you, “Hotch wanted…” she trailed off as she noticed your state of dress. Eyebrows raising as she surveyed you, she could barely fight the smirk from her face. “What happened here?”

For the life of you, you couldn’t come up with the reasonable version of the events that had led to this. It wasall perfectly reasonable in reality, but somehow it still felt too salacious to share with someone else, and you stuttered through your reply.

Ever your hero, Spencer saved you from having to answer. “What did Hotch want?” He less than subtly redirected.

Flashing him the most grateful expression you could subtly muster, you pulled the collar of his sweater over your chin as you ducked your head. JJ didn’t seem to notice your expression, separating a stack of papers from the pile in her hands, but Spencer did. Again, there was a crinkle in the corner of his eyes as he smiled down at you – the papers JJ was trying to press into his hands ignored to the point that they almost fluttered to the floor in a messy pile. JJ caught them at the last minute, sending a huffing glance to the man as she pushed them more securely into his hands.

“Sorry,” he muttered, before looking to the papers with increasing interest. “I- uh- I’m gonna take a look at this?” He almost asked, looking at you as though for permission before rushing off as you nodded with a shrug,

You watched him go, nearly running into a detective as he kept his eyes on the paper, with a smile softening your features before JJ stepped into your line of sight. A smirk pulled her lips up as she looked over you with arched brows, “I need to know the story behind this.” Alongside her request, she pointedly waved her hands over your figure.

Judging by the knowing look in her eye, it seemed clear that your denial would do nothing but amuse her further. “I was cold,” you told her, hopelessly.

“Right,” she answered, over enunciating the single word to showcase her amusement.

——

The case wrapped up in a similar frenzy to the weather. Getting increasingly intense with every tick of the clock until, eventually, the unsub was in your custody. The local pd had taken over interrogation of the suspect, leaving the team to pack up and head home.

Except, the weather had other plans.

Instead of calming it continued to become erratic and unpredictable; rain beating against the windows as wind whistled through the gaps in the bottom of the door. According to Hotch’s phone, the weather was set to settle mid-morning tomorrow but the jet would be unable to take off until then.

The fast food Hotch had bought you all had softened the blow significantly. You had nearly finished, after the long day you had almost inhaled your food and were now sipping on a soda across from Reid. You had been forced to return his sweater, quite unhappily, to instead place a bulletproof vest over your chest. The vest itself had long since been removed, but it had felt too telling to ask for the sweater back.

The scraping sound of Morgan’s chair drew you from your thoughts and you watched as the man muttered a quick “be right back,” before marching over to Hotch who had just entered the room.

“What’s he up to?” You asked, curious gaze turned on the women beside you. JJ shrugged carelessly but shared a less than subtle conspiratorial glance with Prentiss; something very fishy was going on here. You became immediately distracted from their strange interaction when you shifted in your seat, legs just happening to knock against those belonging to the man across from you. It wasn’t that unlikely, you supposed, his long legs barely fit under the table as it was and they had been encroaching on your space for the entire meal.

Immediately, you jumped on the opportunity. Turning to JJ you struck up a conversation, asking her about Henry and letting her run with the topic, whilst your left foot softly ran along the inside of the doctor’s calf. A stifled cough emanated from him as his leg twitched beneath your touch but he didn’t move away. You could feel his eyes burning into you, their intensity in your periphery earning him a cursory glance and nothing more.

Eyes fixed on JJ, nodding along to her words despite not listening to a single syllable, you allowed your foot to venture higher. As your toes roamed above his knee and towards his thigh his fingers fumbled with the sauce packet he had been struggling to open – leaving it tumbling to the carpeted floor underneath the table.

JJ trailed off as she noticed the fumbling action. Spencer’s eyes flashed over the other women as he mumbled a quick “I’ll just pick that up,” but then his eyes moved to you. The glint within them as he ducked underneath the table tensed your muscles as you realised the dropped item had been premeditated.

You held your breath as he disappeared from view, unsure what really to expect from the man now under the table. You pulled your leg back towards yourself, a nervous manoeuvre that he immediately halted with a warm hand on your ankle. “There it is,” he announced, leaning forwards to grab the dropped item. You couldn’t see him but you knew he leant forwards for it. It was obvious in the way his body shifted towards your leg, hand slowly working from your ankle to your knee in a languid sweeping motion. Your leg jerked upwards at feel of his fingers just grazing your inner thigh. The noise that caught in your throat was subtle compared to the way your knee bashed into the table and sent the whole thing jerking upwards.

Stifled laughter sent your glare towards Prentiss but her gaze quickly raised to Morgan’s returning figure. “Everything alright?”

Nodding rapidly, he turned to the freshly reappeared Reid. With a hand gripping his shoulder, rooting the doctor’s attention to him, he quickly explained his previous exit. “Reid, I-uh- just spoke to Hotch.” He began, eyes darting to the other women at the table before fixing back on Spencer, “hauling that unsub up the stairs tore my back up. I need a room to myself tonight.” Then, gaze shifting between you and the doctor, he sealed your fate. “You two alright to share for tonight?”

The two of you immediately locked eyes. Spencer’s mouth dropped open but no sound managed to escape whilst your lips remained shut but a strange stutter fought to be heard.

Pulling yourself together, with a shake of your head and by forcing your stare from Spencer, you looked up to Morgan dubiously. “You’re taking my room?” You sputtered out. It wasn’t often the team were forced to double up, but on the occasions you were you took turns to have the room to yourself. This time it had been your turn, much earned after sharing with JJ and listening to her not quite whispering down the phone to Will at 2am, and you had relished all the extra space in the previous warm weather.

The twitching of Morgan’s lips informed you that he was fighting back a laugh. “If that’s okay with you?”

Raising an eyebrow, sensing the plot behind this sudden development, you huffed out a question you already knew the answer to. “Do I have a choice?”

Hand on his chest, Morgan stepped back with an exaggerated look of faux hurt. “You want me to suffer?”

Grimacing, you fished in your jacket pocket for the cool metal of your room key. Pulling the key out by the comically large numbered keyring, you tossed it to Morgan. “Just let me get my bag,” you told him, defeated.

A Broken Branch

Summary: TVA Loki realises what is missing from his new life; you. With the multiverse now branching endlessly, he searches for you. Soon enough he realises that when two people are meant for each-other, finding another you may not be so simple.

A/N: This could be considered as linked to my fic A Moment in Time. I am planning a part 2 of this also, with a slightly more hopeful ending! Thank you for all the support!

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To begin with it had been easy to ignore the strange, scratching spot in his chest. Sure, there was something missing, but it had seemed a minor complaint at the start. He hadn’t even been sure what it was and had often discounted the feeling as some strange side effect from being pulled out of his own reality.

As time had gone by, as strangely as it seemed to in the confines of the TVA, the scratching feeling had expanded. It had spread throughout his entire body, feeling more painful now than aggravating and he had been forced to turn his full attention to the cause. What he discovered he tried to ignore for as long as he could manage; you were missing.

He had known you rather briefly; considering his long lifetime you were a mere blip in his life. Somehow, however, this blip had become a constant buzz in the back of his mind. Everything became a reminder of how you were nowhere to be found.

Soon enough, he resolved that he needed to fix it.

It seemed a simple fix, with the multiverse in utter disarray it would surely require very little effort for him to find you. Or, at least, a version of you. Loki needed to choose carefully; he doubted the other versions of himself would be pleased to find that he had whiled away their version of you. Dealing with himself, however strange that phrase may be, was not something he wanted to be forced to contend with.

So, he needed to find a version of you who was without a corresponding Loki. Supposedly, the multiverse was infinite; his task should be impossible to fail.

To begin with, he took himself through a multitude of universes where he had suffered an untimely demise or otherwise simply did not exist. Without a Loki to get in the way, he would have a clear path at finding you and winning your attention.

The first few didn’t work. It always seemed to be the case that you didn’t exist there either. The apartment he knew you to live in was occupied by a multitude of others; an elderly lady who smelled of dog hair, a young couple who seemed to eat nothing other than takeout, and a young woman who played music with a thumping base that angered all her neighbours.

None of them were you.

He didn’t mind too much, he was patient after all. He was no longer trying to convince himself that he hardly cared to find you, his mind now shifted into working overtime considering how exactly to approach you. Wondering which phrase he should spin to win that curious glint in your eye. The one that told him how intrigued you were with him, despite the way those around you would flutter about with empty warnings of his danger. You had listened, but it was never enough to keep you away entirely.

After the tenth reality without even a suggestion of your existence, even his patience began to wane. Where were you?

As hope was beginning to boil into agitation he tasted success.

As much as he tried to quash it, his excitement sent him rocking back and forth on his heels before he sent a confident knock echoing through the hallway. The sound of your footsteps echoed from beyond the door, coming closer much more slowly than he would like, and he sent a hand slicking his hair back. The handle shifted and the door opened with a whining creak and… oh…there you were.

Hungrily, his eyes drank you in and he doubted he steeled his expression quickly enough for you to miss the smile the sight of you brought him. Any attempt at aloofness now would be wasted.

The relief you brought him was almost shocking in its intensity; but the distraction of you prevented him from paying it any mind. Stupidly, he hadn’t come up with a greeting.

“Hi,” you smiled the word up at him, left hand allowing you to lean against the door. “Can I help you?”

He almost wanted to scold you for opening your door so carelessly to someone who, to you at least, was a complete stranger. The urge to charm you won the battle, however. “I’m sure you can,” Loki told you, lowly, licking his lips as he looked down at you, “may I come in?”

Instead of the darkening of your eyes that he had hoped to incite, your eyebrows shot up and you stifled a laugh. “I’m sorry,” you let out, right hand pressing against your lips as though to keep any further laughter from bubbling out. “What – what did you need?”

That… was not what he had expected.

Eyes narrowing at you, his mind ticked over incessantly – trying to work through some kind of response that would alight the witty repartee the pair of you had once shared.

Looking at you now, however, he realised his previous excitement had been replaced with something more intense – something that pushed him to be more honest than he could ever remember. Longing, that he had never quite noticed the intensity of before, was boring into him.

Sharing the truth with you would likely prove a mistake. It had been hard enough to wrap his own mind around the concept of a multiverse, and his mystical experiences stretched far beyond your own terrestrial one, but he wanted to rush to some conclusion where the two of you picked up right where he had left you.

“This might sound strange,” he began – dropping all pretences of playfulness in his rush to connect with you, “but this reality-“ Your laughter sliced through his attempted explanation and he felt his eyebrows crunch together as he tried to work out what was wrong with this version of you.

Taking apparent pity on him, you answered his silent question. “Let me guess,” you told him, stepping forward to look up at him with such a winning smile he almost lost his breath, “you’re a Loki from another dimension and as crazy as it sounds we’re meant to be?”

Stuttering, he cleared his throat with a shake of his head. “Uh-well,” he forced himself to maintain a steady tone of voice even as the surprise of your foreknowledge shook him entirely, “’meant to be’ isn’t quite how I would put it.” Forcing his usual smirk into his words, he sauntered a step nearer to you – confidence usually bolstered through his figure at your nearness but now he felt as though you had somehow swallowed up his boldness and claimed it as your own. A weapon you seemed to be wielding expertly against him.

“Although, I know you find my presence magnetic,” the lowness of his voice detracted from the nerves obvious in his darting eyes.

You laughed in his face.

It wasn’t a cruel laugh, you clearly weren’t mocking him, there was a lightness behind it. The lilting noise warmed him, despite the frustration it brought. “I’m sorry,” you told him again, hand on his arm squeezing lightly. “It’s just… you’re not the only Loki who’s come here. There’s so many of you now.”

This was getting out of hand.

“What?” He asked shortly, frustrated that he clearly didn’t understand this situation as well as he had previously thought.

A flat smile met the sounds of his frustration and you stepped aside to beckon him inside. “Come in.”

He obliged immediately. Stepping through your doorway his gaze swept over your apartment – searching for details that would reveal this new version of you to him. It was neat, much like the apartment his version of you had kept, except there were more books stacked upon the shelves. His version of you preferred to read on a tablet, heavy tomes not suited for the large amount of travel you were often forced to endure.

“Would you like a drink?” Your voice pulled him back to you and he shook his head no. At his rejection you jumped straight into an explanation of your own. “Okay, well, we’re not sure what but… something strange must have happened recently.” You began, sitting on your rickety coffee table, the coffee rings he had expected replaced with coasters in this reality. “There’s been a few of you, turning up and looking for me.” A wry smile curved your lips as you spoke, eyes following his movement as he sat across from you.

“Where are they?” It seemed an appropriate question. He certainly wasn’t planning on leaving you, he had worked so hard to find you and couldn’t imagine giving you up now. Why would other versions of himself feel any different?

Thrumming your fingers against the table, you chuckled with a shrug. “This wasn’t their reality, they’ve got their own versions of me but…” your fingers traced the grain of the table as you finished, “they just got a little lost on their way back.”

Between the lines of your explanation he found a truth that gave him his way in. “Leaving you here all alone?” The question was posed as he leaned forwards, one arm resting against the table as he pushed closer.

“Not quite,” you told him, an excitement lighting your eyes as you tapped down at your phone. Sliding the phone over the table towards him, you averted your gaze with a rosy flush overtaking your cheeks. “See?”

Letting his eyes linger on the colour warming your cheeks, he took hold of the object you had handed him without looking down. Your gaze met his, flicking pointedly to the phone in his hand. Following this silent instruction, he turned his attention to the screen.

A bright smile of yours shone up at him, the glaze in your eyes signifying inebriation, your figure tucked beneath the arm of a taller woman. Confused, he narrowed his eyes. He looked over your surroundings, looking for whatever detail it was you were expecting him to notice, but the background was so blurred with the movement of the photographer that any detail was lost.

Looking back up at you, he raised his eyebrows. “And what is this?” The question was posed slowly, he was becoming concerned that this version of you was unable to follow the twists and turns of your conversations.

If the expression upon your face were any indication, you were having the same thoughts about him. Standing up, you made your way around the table to stand beside him. With a hand on his shoulder you rooted his entire attention towards you even as you gestured for him to look back at the photo.

“Look,” you pushed, the tone of voice enough to make him obedient. The photo shone up at him just the same as it had before, he still could not decipher the meaning. With a single pointing finger, you drew his eyes to the woman embracing you.

Raven hair fell past her shoulders, slicked back and looking almost wet. Pale skin clashed with red lips that were pulled up in a half smirk as she looked down at you. Eyes that he was sure would be green were cast away from the camera, looking down at you.

“That’s,” he started, cutting himself off at the disappointment of yet another version of you lost to him, “me.” He hadn’t thought to check for a female version of himself.

He looked up at you, nodding down at him without seeming to understand the impact of what you had just told him. “We met a few years ago,” your eyes moved past him, fixing on some faraway spot on the wall. “It took a lot of time, you guys don’t warm up to people that quick y’know.” A laugh rumbled your chest. “But we learnt to trust each-other.”

You looked back down at him, eyes widening with realisation as you seemed to notice the tightness of his expression. He knew even this version of you well enough to recognise when your voice softened into reassurance. “Your version of me is out there, from what I can gather every version of me has a version of you,” you made a twisting gesture with your hands as you continued, “and vice versa.”

If you had thought those words would help, you were wrong. The realisation that he had left his version of you, that you had been pruned because he had had the audacityto go off script, and that there was no other version of you that would belong to him in quite the same way; it left him feeling unbalanced, as though the world had been sent off kilter somehow.

His lips twisted as he looked back down at the photo. The screen had gone blank, where he had hoped to find your smiling face he was left instead with his own reflection. Where was he supposed to go now?

“You’ll find them,” the timbre of your voice was now only making it worse.

Pushing the phone away, so harshly it nearly slipped off the edge of the table, he stood harshly. The chair he had perched on almost teetered entirely backwards to slam into your carpeted floor. You stepped back, patience pouring from you – more evidence that you were accustomed to a Loki of your own.

“And how do you suppose I do that?” He seethed at you, stepping forward to jab an angry finger at you. “My reality was pruned, destroyed, so where- pray tell - is myversion of you?”

Faced with this first question you couldn’t answer, you recoiled. “I-I don’t know.”

Emptiness replaced the scratching in his chest as he looked over you once again. He hadn’t noticed it before, too full of anticipation with seeing you again, to realise what was missing.

When he first met you, hisversion of you, there had been sparks in the air between you. He had felt like his hair must be standing on end every-time you had come close, a warmth spreading through his body like a comforting ember at your nearness. He had once thought or even hoped the feeling would go away, but now he wanted nothing more than to look at this version of you and feel that same buzz.

But there was nothing.

His version of you, the version that fit him perfectly, was not here.

You were not anywhere.

He had seen that damned tesseract at his feet, picked it up without a second thought, and had unknowingly left you forever.

The door slammed heavily in his wake as he hurried from your apartment. Hurried from the building. Hurried from this horrible revelation that had been so unknowingly forced upon him.

He hurried away.

Butwherewas he supposed to go?

Masterlist

Marvel

Natasha Romanoff:

The Space Between Pages

(Reader discovers lost letters from Natasha)

Rinse & Repeat

(Reader helps Natasha dye her hair blonde)

Peter Parker:

For the Love of Cacti

(Reader can’t contain their feelings after a few drinks)

Loki Laufeyson:

A Moment in Time

(Returning to New York in 2012, reader comes across Loki)

A Broken Branch

(TVA Loki looks for his version of reader across the multiverse)

A Beginning at the End

(Reader searches for something lost, Loki finds hope)

In Plain Sight(Part 2)

(Thor tracks down his brother, he’s blindsided when he finds reader instead)

Yelena Belova (!Platonic)

Momento(Part 2)

(As Yelena’s mind is restored she finds a momento that reader left her)

Fusilli and Feuds

(Yelena likes her food cooked a certain way, reader struggles to get her to leave the kitchen)

Bucky Barnes

Centenarian

(Somehow reader missed the fact that their boyfriend is a hundred years old)

Wanda Maximoff

Sunday Sitcom (Coming Soon)

(Wanda and reader spend a Sunday watching tv in bed)

Matt Murdock

Frayed

(Reader gets injured and Matt patches them up)

The Right Idea

(Deaf!Reader and Matt work on their communication)

DC

Harley Quinn:

Pancake Problems

(Reader makes pancakes and conversation with Harley)

Roll With It

(Harley tries to teach reader to skate)

It’s a Delicacy

(Reader tries to teach Harley the benefits of gentleness and patience)

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid:

Small Gestures(Part 2) (Part 3)

(An impromptu speed-reading lesson leaves reader with a new distraction)

World-Lines

(Reader is concerned they’re not smart enough for their genius boyfriend)

Gezellig

(Reader is having a hard time. Their boyfriend, Spencer, provides some much needed comfort)

Pressure(Part 2)

(Spencer wants to give reader a gift but workplace shenanigans keep getting it the way)

Bridge the Gap

(After meeting Spencer’s best friend, reader worries they’re at two very different stages in life)

Crossed Wires

(Prequel to Bridge the Gap. Reader works as an IT tech and crosses paths with technophobe Professor Reid)

Parties, Propositions, and Panic (Part 2)

(Spencer always assumed he and reader would end up together. But was he wrong?)

Extra Credit

(Reader learns that not every student is solely interested in Spencer’s lectures.)

Fit for Purpose

(Another mandated fitness test comes around and reader is determined to help their boyfriend, for one reason or another.)

Couch Cushions (Part 2 - Coming Soon)

(Reader and Spencer have been dating for a while. Reader asks Spencer if he wants her as much as she wants him.)

Indescribable

(Spencer and reader enjoy a museum date)

Penelope Garcia:

Unsuitably Subtle

(Reader is very obviously flirting with Garcia - everyone except Garcia is aware of this fact)

Tequila Challenge

(A first date with Garcia will undoubtedly be memorable)

Small Gestures

Summary: After a reading lesson with your favourite colleague, you become entirely distracted with his hands. To begin with, it doesn’t seem like he’s noticed but things aren’t always what they seem.

A/N: I wasn’t kidding when I said multi-fandom! I’ve been binging Criminal Minds and couldn’t resist.

It had all started so innocently.

It had been a quiet few days, strangely so for the BAU, but unfortunately for you that also meant that paperwork had become the top priority.

Weighed down by the compact text you were trying your best to skim through, you quickly gave up and slapped the heavy file onto your already cluttered desk. Groaning, you rubbed the heels of your hands over your tired eyes.

“You okay?” Came a familiar voice from your left.

Swinging your chair to face Spencer, you gave him a lazy smile – the kind you knew made his eyes dart down to your lips, as much as he always clearly tried to stop himself. Smile widening into a full grin as he did exactly as you anticipated, you decided to take pity on him with a distraction.

Pushing the discarded file further from yourself on the desk, you looked to his uncluttered workspace and felt an envy burn through you. “How come you don’t have any paperwork?” Your whined question had been paired with a childish pout of your lips, something that had pulled his eyes straight back to them. Looking down to your hands, you wryly considered the fact that you weren’t doing a particularly fantastic job of distracting his easily diverted attention.

When he recovered himself, attention finally seeming to focus on the question you had posed, he shook his head as though to clear it before answering. Tapping his pen against the desk in an almost nervous manoeuvre, he twisted his lips with the words; “well, about eighty percent of all paperwork is simply reading. So, it doesn’t take me that long and…” He trailed off at the squeaking sound of your chair’s wheels shifting – eyes darting to you as you stood and moved to his desk.

“Teach me,” you requested playfully.

As was often the case, the doctor was unsure how exactly to respond to your playfulness. This time he settled into a serious response – seemingly taken aback by your request, he looked at you with a crinkled brow. “It’s not something you can learn in ten minutes,” he tried to reason.

One hand on the back of his chair, you peered over his shoulder. “C’mon,” you murmured close to his ear, “indulge me, doc.”

As you had anticipated, he obliged you quickly.

To begin with, he had simply talked you through how it worked. You were surprised by how much verbal explanation was apparently required but you had always been happy to listen to him ramble on about anything and everything. After the stress that had bunched your shoulders due to your excessive paperwork, it was relaxing to listen to his voice.

Eventually, he moved onto a practical demonstration. And that was when disaster struck.

It had always been fairly obvious to you that you found Spencer attractive. Your eyes would often linger a little too often, albeit more subtly than his, and your heart often fluttered when you looked at him. The way that he often looked at you, unable to stop himself despite the obvious heaviness in his gaze, never bothered you. If some small town local detective ever looked at you with that same, subtle longing, you would immediately make it clear you were not interested. Those kind of looks felt uncomfortable because you didn’t want them. But with Spencer, it was entirely different. You almost revelled in how hard he clearly found it to keep his eyes off you.

You had always felt as though you held the power in your not-quite-relationship with him, able to pull his gaze to you whenever you craved it but always in control of your own reactions to him.

Until this fateful afternoon, at least.

The lithe finger that slid down the page took entirely too much of your attention, your mind wandering over all the possibilities attached to his large hands. Tongue darting out to wet suddenly dry lips, you felt the hand gripping the back of his chair tightening as your mind wandered a little too far from the very professional workplace you were currently occupying.

Of course, he noticed the change in your demeanour. “Are you okay?”

Delayed, your brain struggled over a response. “Uh…” you let out dumbly before forming a more coherent response that was still filled with stuttered pauses. “Yeah, I’m fine… J-just trying to – uh – keep up.”

Confusion crimpled his features briefly before he nodded offhandedly and continued his instruction; once again drawing your eyes to his fingers and sending your thoughts scattering in a salacious direction once again. How you were supposed to keep your composure, in this situation you had placed yourself in no less, you weren’t sure.

Luckily for you, your job very rarely allowed long periods of relaxation and the pair of you were quickly interrupted by Garcia’s clacking heels. “We’ve got a case, kids!” Her voice whizzed past the two of you, almost trailing behind her as she tottered past you.

Strangely, instead of jumping into action as you normally would, the pair of you paused. Eyes catching one another, a moment of silence stretched between the two of you. Eyes ducking shyly from yours after only a more extended gaze, he closed the book slowly and placed the heavy tome back on his desk. “We should get going,” the words were less than enthusiastic and he made no immediate attempt to move away from you.

Although, neither did you. Instead, you met his gaze once more.

You were forced to move, however, when Morgan appeared behind the two of you. “You two not hear the woman?” he asked, a grip on your shoulder grounding you into reality. “Let’s go,” he encouraged, a hand gesturing for you to move.

Spencer very quickly came to his senses and jumped up from his chair, sending it skittering backwards on its wheels in his haste to escape. He spared you a final glance before rushing away entirely.

Your thoughts threatened to spiral over his hands once more but Morgan unknowingly pulled you back. “He alright?”

Too quickly, you responded with an aggressive nod. “Think so,” you muttered before rushing to the meeting room.

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As days went by, your ability to concentrate around Spencer diminished at an alarming pace.

The first time it happened again, the pair of you were discussing case details in the cramped spare office of a police station in rural Louisiana. The room was hot, to put it mildly. You had popped loose the top few buttons of your shirt, your modesty mostly covered by a black camisole you wore underneath but even that barely allowed you relief. It was almost hard to look at Reid, with all his layers of clothing still firmly in place, the mere appearance of his sweater vest almost infuriating in this heat. How could he still be wearing that?

The air conditioning unit stuttered uselessly in the corner as you fanned yourself with a crudely folded paper fan. He faltered in his words, mouth opening as if to say something else but clicking back shut when he thought better. “What?” You asked, suddenly impatient.

Clearing his throat awkwardly, he shifted in his seat, eyes darting back up to your eyes when he noticed your gaze. You felt some relief when you wondered over where exactly those eyes had darted up from. Although that thought sent an entirely new heat stifling through the room.

“Well,” he started slowly, before launching into a very in character explanation. “Fanning yourself is only going to make you warmer.” Immediately believing him, even without the imminent explanation, you tossed your poorly made fan back onto the table. “The contraction of your muscle actually creates heat in your body and therefore actually warms the air around you even more-so.”

You grumbled incoherently in response.

“Sorry,” he gave you, sheepish.

Perplexed, you leaned further over the table. “Why? You’re stopping me from overheating.” He nodded, eyes returning unseeingly to the papers before him. “Although,” you injected enough playfulness into your tone that he immediately looked back up with that perfect mix of excitement and trepidation. “You could fan me, huh? Then I wouldn’t get too hot.” You gave him an obvious wink, letting him know you weren’t really expecting him to perform such a service for you.

Still, in a pedantic show of dramatics, you slid the fan over the table towards him. You were gifted a lopsided grin as he leaned forward to take the outstretched object from you. Just briefly, the pads of his fingers brushed against yours before he pinched the folded paper from your grip.

Too obviously, you sucked in a heavy breath at the contact but he seemed too distracted by the dimensions of your fan to notice. “You know if you wanted to make this more effective you should actually fold it more like this.” Slender fingers turned the paper over, creasing it multiple times and presenting the finished product to you with a grin. “See?”

You would have replied, surely, were you not so distracted. His hands worked so quickly, effectively – every movement almost exactly calculated to complete his task. It was almost impossible not to consider other tasks he could complete with similar dexterity and efficiency.

You weren’t entirely sure what was wrong with you. It wasn’t like you to get so stuck on something so simple, but it was beginning to severely impact your ability to think around the man.

The second time it happened was immediately afterwards, except there were far too many witnesses for you to come away unscathed.

The rest of the team rapidly bundled into the small room, their body heat causing you to almost melt into your chair but you kept your groan of aggravation to yourself. Prentiss almost collapsed into the chair beside you; the pair of you sharing an overheated look of similar distress.

Quickly, Hotch directed the group to summarise what details had been gathered about the case. Morgan and Prentiss quickly confirmed they had found nothing of particular interest from the victim’s home; Rossi explained that the crime scene indicated high levels of aggression; and JJ gave a rundown of her conversation with the wife.

When it was time to talk through the geographical profile, you were more than happy to let Reid jump up and explain your work to the team. It seemed far easier than peeling yourself out of the chair and sweating through an explanation that Spencer would enjoy delivering far more than you. Although your plan failed almost immediately.

Spencer had always been expressive with his hands, but you swore there was something different about how he used them in this explanation. His fingertips slid over the circles he had marked onto the map as he described… something… to the team. You reassured yourself that it didn’t really matter if you didn’t listen; you had worked up this profile with him so you could afford a little distraction.

In resistance to biting your bottom lip, you chewed on the end of your pencil in a mock show of thoughtfulness. But then, something strange happened. With his fingers still running along the lines of the map and his mouth still working to explain his train of thought, his honey eyes flickered over to yours. It was a quick little look, something strange sparkling in his eyes, but he didn’t stumble in his words as he usually would and he looked away so quickly you could forgive yourself for considering it a mere glance.

That was until he looked back at you. It was subtle enough that no one else seemed to notice, and his lips quirked up slightly before he looked away and continued with his explanation. He tapped one particular spot on the map with a pair of fingers before circling them around the spot once and moving on to do the same with two other locations. By the time his fingers had moved off the board entirely your eyes narrowed as you stared him down. He couldn’t know what he was doing to you, surely he couldn’t.

Hotch’s voice quickly commanded the attention of the room. Well, all except for yours and the doctor’s. Boldly, Spencer caught your gaze again and at the sight of your intensity trained on him he was forced to stifle a gleeful yet breathy laugh. Internally, you cursed him.

He knew exactly what he was doing.

Luckily, you managed to tune back into the conversation in time to hear Hotch’s orders. Thankfully, you weren’t expected to move from this room. Unfortunately neither was Spencer. The two of you tasked instead with narrowing down the location even further.

Your pencil was still caught between your teeth, eyes refusing to leave the back of Spencer’s head. He had turned to look at the board again, leaving himself free from your dissecting gaze as the others quickly left the room.

“Looks like the heat’s getting to you, huh?” The unexpected voice beside you pulled a yelp from you and sent the abused pencil clattering against the table.

Eyes darting to face him, narrowing in a glare this time, you scolded him. “Jeez, Morgan, you scared the shit outta me.”

“Not my fault you’re so distracted,” he told you. The wickedly amused smirk he paired with the words made you sink several centimetres in your chair. Of course Morgan noticed your obvious distraction at the hands of Reid.

Embarrassment flooded your cheeks as you sent him a half-hearted glare. “Bite me,” you bit out, grumbling as he chuckled and left the room.

Eyes following Morgan from the room, Spencer quickly approached you as the door clicked closed. Instead of taking the chair he had previously occupied, he dropped into the one directly beside yours. Raising an eyebrow at him, you tried to follow his example and concentrate on the board in front of you. That clearly was not where he desired your attention, however, as he quickly began thrumming his fingers against the desk.

They caught your eye, as he had likely calculated they would, but you resolutely decided it was time to take control of this situation. He had enjoyed this for far too long.

You stood up quickly. With a single, huffed iteration of his name you managed to gain all of his attention. He gave a curious hum in response, eyes darting to you and immediately shining with that addictive mix of excited trepidation at your approach. You turned his chair for him, leaving him looking up at you and you revelled in the way his Adam’s apple visibly bobbed as he craned his neck.

“It’s like a thousand degrees in here, Reid.” You began, softly untucking his tie from his vest. You moved slowly, ensuring he knew he could pull away if that’s what he really wanted. If anything he shifted imperceptibly towards your hands. “Let’s loosen this tie a little, hm?”

“Uh-“ he struggled, squirming as your fingers brushed his neck, “sure.”

Loosening the already wonky tie was too quick, you wanted him to suffer a little longer. Tucking the loosened tie back into his vest you tapped his chest lightly as you wondered over what your next move should be. His top button was rarely done up and today was no exception but the button below it was tightly secured.

Slowly, you walked your fingers up his chest and towards this button. His tongue darted out to wet his lips as your fingers stopped over your target. You looked up to his eyes as though to ask permission and he tilted his head to the side, eyes trained so steadily on yours. You felt his hand close over your wrist, two fingers swiping over your hammering pulse. At the sensation, he shot you a smirk filled with pride.

Maybe he was still winning in this strange game of yours. It didn’t really matter, you were enjoying yourself too much to continue keeping score.

With one hand, you skilfully undid the button. Hooking one finger beneath the fabric, allowing your knuckle to brush against the skin you had just revealed, you pulled the fabric open by mere millimetres. It was doubtful anyone else in this situation would find such a small reveal so intensely satisfying, but the idea that he was letting you do this in only a semi-private space sent your heart pounding just a little more. Something he clearly noticed, given the widening of his grin as his fingers pressed slightly over your pulse.

Distantly recalling that the pair of you were actually at work right now, you flattened your palm against his chest and pushed him back slightly in his chair. “Much better,” you lamented, softly pulling your wrist free and turning back to your own chair.

“Shall we get back to work?” You asked, as you dropped into the chair, the playful tone never quite escaping your voice.

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Summary: Was it cliche to have feelings for your neighbour?

Requested: No

Word Count: 4.9k

Warning(s)?: F!Reader, fluff, a little angst, SMUTTY SMUT SMUT, unprotected sex, MINORS DNI!, friends-to-lovers!, A little swearing I think (maybe), not proof read sorry

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Peter had made his way like usual, over to the post box at the front of the units, grab his mail and any advertisements for both you and himself before going out to get his morning coffee before heading onto campus. He’d move in only a few months ago, deciding to do what his Aunt had wanted for him, and secretly he did as well but was worried he couldn’t balance College life and his… other life.

Every morning, he’d meet you at the door to the class you both shared, then went your seperate ways after as you were an english Major and he wasn’t. If he was honest, he only took this elective because you were there, he did look for others but once he saw you at the stand, going though the pamphlets those months ago, suddenly every other elective seemed boring.

It didn’t take long for feelings to develop, even after making a promise to himself that he wasn’t going to date in college, especially seeing as he didn’t have time for a relationship, studying and working was tiring him out enough.

You, however, took a little to warm up to him. You noticed his absence quite a bit, it wasn’t till you both shared an assignment together that you really began to get to know him. He was the smart, shy yet sometimes cheeky young adult that you were growing to admire everyday. It only started around a month ago, where you could feel your stomach drop when you couldn’t see his presence in class or the block of units you both lived in. Your smile would fade when he would hurriedly leave you mid conversation, not really giving any explanation. At first, you thought he had met someone and you were happy for him, of course you were. Maybe.

Was it selfish to want some more time with him? For him to hang out more and maybe even go to the movies- wait, you stopped yourself and mentally slapped your forehead. You were sounding like a jealous girlfriend!

“Hey y/n! Thought I’d missed you” Peter’s voice snapped you away from your thoughts. The smile crept across your lips as you spun around and beamed up at him, despite the sun blurring half your vision. Peter beamed back and reached his hand out to you to hand you your favourite beverage from the little cafe across campus, he had it memorised by now and you would be lying if your heart didn’t flutter each time.

“Oh, they had those cute little muffins as well, they weren’t sold out today” You wanted to squeal as he also handed you your favourite muffin. The cafe was very popular for their muffins and if you didn’t get their pretty much when the store opened, it was hard to get your hands on the crumby goodness.

“Oh my god, I love you” You took a mouthful and moaned at the warmth delicious taste enter your mouth. You probably looked absolutely ridiculous but Peter just laughed, finding it very adorable how obsessed you were over them.

Peter stared at the corner of your mouth which cause you to gulp, growing nervous as more and more people began walking into the classroom as you both just stood outside. you shyly laughed and ducked your head away from him.

“Sorry, not very lady like” You apologised and hurriedly wiped at your mouth and your cheeks, wanting to get any crumbs or evidence of muffin on your face. How embarrassing!

“You don’t need to apologise, wait… you’ve still got a-”

“Hey neighbour!” Peter was cut off by a new voice, Kevin’s. Kevin was your next door neighbour and a friend of yours, however Peter didn’t like him very much for reasons you weren’t sure of. Peter visibly shrunk away a little, glancing away from you now.

“Hey Kev” You smiled at him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as he lent down for a hug in greeting. He was a touchy guy but it was only ever friendly so you didn’t mind, besides he did give really nice hugs. He pulled away slowly and didn’t attempt to stay back, slightly intruding in your personal space. He turned to Peter and nodded his head in greeting, giving him a look without you realising before slowly stepping away and into the classroom.

“I’ll save you a seat” Kevin said before walking away. You nodded your head and turned back to Peter, wondering what he was going to say before that encounter.

“We should get inside” Peter said and walked right past you before you could even open your mouth. It wasn’t the first time he’s acted like this, even after asking he’d give you a very vague response so you stopped. Maybe he was just as nervous about the midterm like you were.

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Your warm apartment greeted you once you entered, unfortunately you didn’t get home till 8 as your manager had ask you to stay back a couple of hours to cover someone’s shift at the bookstore. You tossed your keys into the bowl and shrugged off your jacket as you walked over to the fridge and reached for a bottle of wine. You decided to quickly take a shower and jump into your pj’s before pouring the glass of wine and popping a quick meal into the microwave. Microwave dinners were popular when you had late shifts as you were usually too drained to be bothered to cook an actual meal.

Once you found yourself in your tiny living room, you had turned on the tv for some background noise as you began going over the material for the next upcoming assignment. You sipped at the red wine from time to time and got halfway through the glass before the doorbell rang, disturbing your peace. You eyes darted to the clock to see it was almost quarter to 9.

“Coming!” You called out as it rang again shortly after. You hurriedly rose up and rushed over, fixing your wet hair to the side and adjusted the pyjama shorts so they were respectfully covering your ass again.

“I think you forgot to turn your tv down… again” Kevin joked as you opened the door, surprising you slightly as he was only wearing sweats and was shirtless. You’ve seen him like that plenty of times and yes, he was attractive but to you… there wasn’t anything there. So you met his eyes and smiled sheepishly.

“I know, I keep forgetting how thin these walls are” You replied, leaning against your front door. His eyes followed your movements and he didn’t bother hiding the fact that his eyes trailed down to your legs and back up to you. Your arms crossed over your chest, concealing yourself a little as you felt nervous underneath the gaze. Your eyes darted over to the door across the hall, the one belonging to no other than Peter Parker. You could see from the window that all the lights were off, meaning he wasn’t home yet. He usually stayed out late and your thoughts grew more and more, maybe he really was seeing someone….

“Earth to Y/N, how does that sound?” Your eyes snapped back to Kevins’s. Shit, you totally spaced again, you really had to stop doing that it was rude.

“I’m sorry Kevin, long day and long shift so I’m beat, what did you say again?” You could have sworn you saw him grow slightly nervous but his normal confident grin was back within seconds. He stuffed his hands in his pocket and nodded his head towards your living room.

“I said can I come in, I’m actually a little stuck on the assignment myself and wanted to pick your smart brain for help” He lent against the door now as well, growing slightly closer towards you.

“You really should be asking Peter for help, He’s the smart one” You hand pointed over towards his empty apartment. Kevin’s eyes trailed along then quickly landed back on you.

“No offence to Peter but… he’s nowhere near as brilliant as you are” You nodded your head in response, growing shy. It was always uncomfortable when Kevin made those comments but you knew he did it because he knows how shy you are and wants to bring you out of your shell. He means well.

“You’re such a liar Kevin, but yeah, come on in and I’ll help for a little, if I can” You tried laughing awkwardly and Kevin beamed, stepping past you and into your apartment. He had been over plenty of times but for some reason this was… different. Just before you closed the door your eyes darted over towards the empty unit, though you saw a hooded figure walk over to the door and pull out a set of keys.

“Is everything alright, Peter?” You called out, sensing something was off. Why would he be wearing a hoodie when it was humid out, was he getting sick?

Peter’s eyes snapped to your direction and his lips parted. He saw your mesmerising eyes first and those full lips that looked so kissable. Then his eyes trailed down slightly but he quickly averted them, not wanting you to catch his longing stare.

“Uhh yeah… just had a bit of car trouble that’s all” Your eyes crinkled in confusion, his car had been at the shop for 2 days and you hadn’t seen him with it since.

“Oh okay… well… I may watch a movie later so… if you’re not too busy or tired you can laugh and throw popcorn at the screen with me?” You wanted to slap yourself yet again for how awkward and hopeful you sounded. Peter laughed and you could see him shake his head, though it seemed as if it was more to himself rather than you.

“I’ll think about it, I-” Peter’s words fell short as his eyes darted into your apartment, spotting the familiar set of blonde locks standing now behind you, completely shirtless. He could feel jealous begin to churn in his stomach. He had successfully unlocked the door and slightly open it while talking with you absentmindedly so his hand clutched the door so hard that he could feel the wooden splinters dig into his palm. His face turned to stone as he glared over at Kevin he just looked smugly back at him in triumph.

Peter knew Kevin liked you, so much so that he even threatened Peter to keep his distance as you were going to be his and shouldn’t have been even communicating with a nobody like himself. He was a bully and he should have stood up for himself but… when he saw how happy you were to have him in your life what could he do about it? Especially seeing as he was only ever doting and sweet on you.

Peter’s mind were conjuring numerous scenarios, all very inappropriate and hurtful that he dropped his gaze from yours and Kevin’s. Of course, he should have expected this, it was just a matter of time before Kevin made his move and you’d swoon at his feet.

He was an idiot.

“I’ll poor us some more wine and we can get back to it” Kevin said a little loudly to you, glancing over at Peter before walking into your kitchen leaving you slightly confused. Your eyes followed Kevin before turning to Peter once more across the hall. You smiled shyly and shrugged, moving bits of wet strands of hair away from your eyes.

“Y-yeah, you should go back, d-d-on’t want to keep you” Peter stuttered out, feeling his heart beat faster and faster that it began to hurt. Was this what experience a heartache felt like? The feeling of it speeding up so fast that it was going to just stop and plummet at any second and with it dragging every ounce of happiness.

“You’re never keeping me, Peter” You lent your head back, letting the strands of hair fall in front of your face as you smiled with a blush. Peter could feel his heart pick up again but this time for a completely different reason. He was close to walking right over, finally wrapping his arms around you and placing a gentle, sweet kiss to those lips he has dreamt about for months.

“You should get back to Kevin” Peter was good at that, crushing his own self-esteem and any chance he could ever have with possibly dating you. He inwardly cursed to himself for being like this. You lent your head off the door and sighed in defeat.

“Okay, say hi to the mystery girl for me” You smiled, despite your heart breaking inside as you closed the door after yourself. Peter eyes furrowed in confusion, he glanced around at either side of him before he stepped into his own apartment, closing the door behind him.

Peter wasn’t sure how long he had spent in his kitchen, drinking the same cup of water as he stared out the window over to your flat. No, he wasn’t a stalker or a pervert he was just… looking out for you. Peter cringed to himself, even though your curtains had been drawn and only light could be seen from inside.

This was none of his business who you were with, he needed to get over it. But he couldn’t shake what you had said to him… ‘say hi to the mystery girl for me?’ Who in the hell could you be referring to? His Aunt? Though there was nothing mysterious about her and with the way you said it, it almost sounded as if you were hinting at something else altogether.

His eyes widened as his brain clicked. You thought he was seeing someone, or at least actively going out and with that he he fisted his hands and bought them to his face. He stopped his mid panic once he heard your door across the hallway. Spidy senses.

“Kevin you basically knew all the answers, it’s late, I’ll see you tomorrow” Peter heard your voice. He went to his door and began to pace, his fist over his mouth as he had an inner debate with himself.

“I know, maybe I just wanted to spend some time with you” Peter rolled his eyes at Kevin’s advances. Please make him go away… please make him go away…

“Have you noticed anything strange with Peter lately?” Peter could hear your hushed voice, and he instinctively listened in closer.

“Yeah who hasn’t? look… he’s a little… you know” Peter rolled his eyes yet again.

“Peter seems distant, more then usual… l… I don’t know what to do” He hated how dejected you sounded. He wanted to go over there and tell you everything, he has wanted to a million times before but he could never go through with it. He couldn’t risk placing you in danger.

“You wanna know what I think?” Peter could hear the shuffling of feet and he was close to ripping his door open, tearing it from it’s hinges.

“I think you’re way too good for him, I think… he clutches onto you when you deserve better.. I hate to say this but he’s dragging you down… Look, let’s not talk about this, you and me, I’ll take you to a nice dinner and a movie and I’ll help you with Peter” That was it, Peter was absolutely boiling with anger at this moment. He swung the door open so harshly that the bang against the wall cause you to jump in fright. Your eyes glanced over to Peter and you could see how red his face looked. He was visibly pissed off.

“Peter, are you okay?” You asked, eyes glossing over with worry for him as he just glared at Kevin. He couldn’t have possibly heard that… did he?

“Kevin, I think you should go” You mumbled quietly to Kevin, feeling guilty. You didn’t agree with Kevin, not one bit and you were about to speak up but by the look on Peter’s face, it was too late.

“Y/N, I don’t care that he heard, you agree with me… he-” You abruptly cut Kevin off.

“Kevin, stop. Please, I’ll see you tomorrow” Kevin didn’t push anymore, he sighed and clicked his tongue, giving one last look over to Peter before making his way back to his apartment next door. His eyes lingered on yours before he closed the door.

You were about to start speaking but you saw movement out of the corner of your eye. You saw Peter walk his way around the balcony and over to you, as the gardens in the middle were in the way.

“Peter…. I-”

“Inside” It wasn’t rude but Peter just walked around you and inside your apartment, waiting for you to follow. You couldn’t control the shaking of your hands, and the beads of sweat forming across your forehead.

“He was out of line Peter, Kevin can be… Kevin and I want you to know that-”

“I don’t care about that… I do but… is that what you think?” You sighed, glancing over towards him. The raw hurt and vulnerability stood out on his face and you wanted to so badly to make it go away. your feet brought you closer to him without even realising, the front door closing softly behind you.

“No, of course not Peter, never. I… look you’re my best friend and… Yeah sometimes I worry about you, you’re out a lot, get back really late sometimes and even when I see you the next day you have fresh bruises. What’s going on Peter? I’m worried” You crossed your arms over your chest as you looked at him with worry.

“I wish I could tell you but… I can’t, I’m sorry” He shrugged his shoulder as he stuffed his hands into his pockets, his hoodie falling slighter lower at this gesture. You hadn’t meant to admire him at this moment but you did, he was absolutely handsome and you wanted him to be more, much more than your friend.

“It’s okay… I just… want you to know that I’m here for you” Your voice dropped to a mere whisper as you found yourself closer to Peter, only mere inches now. Peter glanced down and into your eyes, though they occasionally drifted from your lips and back into your eyes.

“Okay…” Peter muttered, sniffling slightly as he took a step back and slowly began removing his hoodie completely from his body. A small gasp left your body as you spotted bruises over his… wait. Your eyes widened once you saw the familiar red and blue suit. You’ve seen that all over town… Peter Parker was… no.

“Oh my god… Peter” Peter didn’t want to see the disappointment in your eyes so he looked away, anywhere but you.

“You need to take it off… those wound are going to get infected if I don’t clean them” You knew this was huge for Peter, to share that with you and you were almost left speechless. He wouldn’t look at you and all you decided to do was focus on his wounds, questions could wait.

“W-what?” Peter stumbled in shock. You looked at him as he finally glanced back at you as you nodded your head, signalling him to remove the clothing.

“I-I… I only have… my umm…”

“Oh, wait, I think I still have the shirt and track pants you left from when you crashed, hang on, I’ll be back” You knew exactly where they were, you wore his shirt to beds. Only because it was comfortable you told yourself, definitely not because it was the closest you would probably ever get to him.

Once you came back you handed the clothes to him and he left for the bathroom. You took the time to inwardly scream. Peter was fricking Spider-man! What in the…

“Look… seriously… you don’t have to, all I need is to sleep it off or something” You shook your head and grabbed your first aid kit from under the sink in the kitchen. You decided to grab another glass and pour some wine out for Peter before you started dabbing at his wounds with a cloth an alcohol. He hissed here and there and took sips of his drink but left his eyes firmly on you as you carefully tended to him. It only took a few minutes and by the time you were done, Peter had finished his glass of wine.

“Are you and Kevin… you know” Peter found himself asking when you were packing up the kit. You poured yourself another glass of wine and walked back over with a confused look on your face.

“Me and Kevin, what… no! Why would you think that?” You scoffed halfheartedly.

“I see the way he looks at you… it’s obvious what he wants” Peter said softly, looking at you then back to the ground. You sighed and walked over towards him and stood in front once again, placing your glass onto the coffee table.

“Kevin’s just a friend… he’s… I don’t like him like that… I don’t because I’m in love with someone else…” You hadn’t meant to let the last part slip but you did.

“Really?” Peter hated that the hope slipped through his tone. He was over the moon to hear that it wasn’t Kevin but slightly afraid it was someone else, some other than him. The soft noise of the tv in the background was the only thing that could be heard, though it had be turned down due to earlier evening events.

Peter rose to his feet and stood closer to you, bringing his hand up to caress your cheek, moving a few strands of hair. Your breathing slowly began to go faster, lips becoming dry as Peter bent down to your level, slowly connecting his mouth to yours. It was soft and sweet, but soon his taste was flooding your senses and you were hooked. Your arms snaked around his shoulder to pull him closer as he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer. His mouth opened against yours, his tongue exploring yours as you both begin to pant with need.

“Peter… I need you” That was all he needed to hear to grab your hips to lift you up, pressing you now into the wall as he pinned you by his waist, using his hands now to trail over your body. His touch left a flame in it’s path, igniting the pit deep down inside to begin to awake with desire. How could his touch drive you this crazy?

“Please… tell me exactly what you want…” His voice had came out hoarse, dripping with lust as you began to grind down on him, feeling his mouth trail down from your lips to your chin, neck and over to the very top of your breasts.

“Y-you… just you” Peter soon captured your lips with his once more, your heavy breaths mingling together. Peter held onto you tightly as he pulled you both away from the wall and began walking over towards you bedroom which was ajoined to the living room, a curtain creating the only barrier. He sat down on the end of your bed and pulled you down on top of him, hands still on your hips as you continued to grind down on his growing length. You had released a moan into his mouth at the contact.

Your hands were trying to touch him in anyway you could, wanting to explore as much of him as you and engrave his skin into your memory. You both had successfully rolled over so that you were now underneath, he made sure to prop himself up as he began to slow down the kissing, drawing out the kissed and slowing the movement with his tongue enticing yet another moan. He was teasing you and god you were enjoying every second of it.

You did, however, give out a little whine of want when Peter left your lips and trailed down your body, kissing the top of your breasts once again and letting his fingers slowly unbutton the silky material, showing you bare now to him. You hadn’t popped on a bra after your shower, you’ve worn that horrible underwire all day and just wanted to let them free for the evening.

“You’re so beautiful… all for me…” Peter whispered, making his way down to each, peppering them with soft kisses and little, gentle licks over the nubs causing you to buck them into his mouth at the new sensation. Your head rolled back into your pillow as his mouth now engulfed them completely, taking his time with each one. You could feel the throb in your core grow more and more.

“Please… Peter…” Peter pulled away momentarily, staring up at you as he peppered soft kisses over your exposed stomach, his hand gripping your thighs, his thumb right near your entrance causing you to gasp softly.

“If I’m doing this I need you to tell me exactly what you want…” He moved lower down, pulling away from you to lift your hips to take off your bottoms, soon followed by his own shirt. You sat up hastily and gripped his face gently between your hands, biting your bottom lip as your eyes fell from his eyes to his lips, back and forth.

“I…” Your mouth kissed his lips softly.

“Want…” Another kiss but this time to the corner of his mouth. You could feel him shaking slightly in your hands which only spurred you on.

“To show you…” This time his cheek received a lingering kiss.

“How much I love you” You pulled away shyly, not knowing how Peter was going to react. You weren’t expecting him to look back at you as if he had just struck the lottery. He sheepishly shook his head and quickly attached his lips to yours once more, crawling up again to cup your face to deepen the kiss. You could feel him nod his head against you during the kiss, his hands dropped from your face back down onto your hips, guiding you to lay back down. Peter kept his lips on yours, slowly kissing you as he made quick work in removing the remaining clothes barrier between you two. He rubbed his length against your core gently, moans filling the air from you both at the contact. He rocked himself against you a few times, feeling your wetness and heat seep onto him making him even harder if that was possible.

With one more kiss he aligned himself with your entrance and slowly entered, gasping as you whimpered, slowly filling you completely. You kept your eyes open and looked at him as he did the same, looking down at you with awe as he slowly began rocking his hips against yours. It was all too much, the teasing, the build up, you weren’t sure how long you were going to last.

Peter watched as your head lulled back as he picked up his pace, finding the rhythm that made you both want to cry out each others names.

“Not too loud baby… these are thin walls” Fuck the thin walls. You moaned louder as Peter picked up his pace again, hitting just the right spot inside of you making you see stars. Peter didn’t even attempt to quieten you as he just continued and went even faster, causing him to shake as he lowered his body against yours.

“Open your eyes, you are going to look at me as you finish around my cock okay baby? Open your eyes” You did as he asked and opened your eyes, feeling the knot in your stomach winding so tight, ready to snap at any moment. Once your eyes met his you were sure were done for. Peter lowered his head closer to your and gave you one last kiss, and with the swipe of his tongue you came undone, moaning his name so loudly that you knew you were going to wake in the morning with noise complaints from the neighbours.

Peter pulled away and watched as you came for him, causing him to as well, chasing his own high as he spilled his seed inside you, slowing down his pace for you both to ride it out together. All that could be heard after a few moments was the heavy pants from you both. Peter dropped his forehead to yours and softly kissed you, feeling you tremble within his grasp.

He slowly pulled away from you and sat you both up, pulling you onto his lap as he softly stroke your hair and your lower back, loving the way your skin felt underneath his fingertips, the slight tremor that was left over from the orgasm and the rise and fall of your chest against his as you were still catching your breath along with him. You rested your forehead against his and wrapped your arms around him, feeling impossibly close to him that you didn’t want to let him go, not just yet.

“Did you really mean what you said before?” Peter found himself asking, even though he heard you at the time and his heart was wanting to burst with joy, he had to make sure that it wasn’t just in the moment. God knows he loved you, so much, and even if you only liked him, he could work with that and hopefully it could lead to lo-

“Yes… I love you Peter… I have for a while and I should have told you sooner” Peter beamed at you and brought a hand up to caress your cheek, putting back a few strands of sweaty hair and connected his lips softly on yours, his eyes crinkling as he tried to portray as much love he had for you through the sweet kiss.

“Be my girlfriend, this is such a lame way of asking b-”

“Yes, god yes!” You cheered and kissed him once more.

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A/N:Not going to lie I need ideas for fics! please feel free to inbox ideas! the more detailed the better! Hope you all enjoyed this piece! Much love xx

Summary: Having unrequited love for your best friend wasn’t exactly your plan, but you can’t always help who you fall for… especially when that someone was Peter Benjamin Parker.

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Word Count:3.7k

Warning(s)?: Angst, F!Reader, Fluff, Swearing (a little), Light smut. Minors DNI under cut!

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By The Water Fountain

The entire car trip to Homecoming was filled with Brad’s voice, talking about anything and everything as if he was oblivious to you sitting quietly and still in the passenger seat, your thumbs twiddling with themselves again as Peter’s words played on repeat inside your head.

‘Iloveyou’ Your heart wasn’t meant to be breaking at his words, when you pictured Peter saying that you, your heart would be soaring and you would be so overcome with joy that you’d leap into him and kiss him until you couldn’t breathe. Instead, it was as if there wasn’t enough oxygen in the world to keep you going.

Tears prickled in your eyes, a sob lodging in the back of your throat. 

“So after Homecoming we’ll head to Chad’s, then we can sneak off on our own… you know… have some fun” Brad’s voice lowered a little near the end, hinting at what he had in store for this evening. But the thought was making you feel sick to the stomach. You had no intention on going to the after party little own Homecoming anymore. You gulped nervously, your stomach churning more and more.

“Stop the car” You spoke hoarsely, your right hand hovering over your mouth as if you were about to be sick. Brad looked over to you curiously, hands gripping the steering wheel tightly.

“Are you okay?” He asked, the soft tunes from the radio dulling out. You shook your head and lent against the window, the car went over a speed bump jolting your stomach.

“Please, stop the car” Brad complied and pulled the car over. You jumped out just before he came to a stop, walking a few paces forwards and bending over, resting your hands against your knees as you trembled slightly. Air felt stuck in your throat and you couldn’t get it out. your heard Brad’s car door slam shut again in the distance, rushing footsteps behind yourself.

“Woah, woah, hey, are you alright? are you going to be sick?” He kept his distance, his hand hovering over your back.

'Iloveyou’

“I just need a minute” You weren’t sure if you meant that for yourself or Brad but you soon found yourself sitting down on the ground, knees curling up into your chest as your arms wrapped around them. Brad stood in front of you, not seeming to know what to do.

“Do you want me to call your parents or…?” The first tear fell onto your cheek. Your parents? What were they going to do? Hear the heartbreak in their daughter’s voice and catch the first flight home, promise to never go on such long business trips again and rebuild their family bond? You wanted to laugh but instead sobbed.

“So what? So they can tell me their parental advice over the phone, thousands miles away as they sip champagne at some fancy restaurant?” You knew they were away for work but in the moment you didn’t care how it came out, it hurt, everything hurt too much and you wanted it to stop. 

“They don’t care Brad! They’re not here! My best friends were all I had and I went and fucked it up, I thought that maybe, after dating you everything would finally go away, i’d feel as if I wasn’t so lonely anymore and that I matter but I DON’T, I STILL FEEL EMPTY” Tears were pouring from your eyes now as you let it all out. You rose to your feet and stumbled slightly in your heels on the grass. Brad was taken aback, his eyes wide as he looked lost.

“Y/N, you need to calm down okay? Hop in the car and we can talk-” You wanted to scoff in annoyance.

“I don’t want to talk BRAD! I JUST WANT EVERYTHING TO STOP!” Your hands covered your face as you sobbed into them. Brad hesitantly walked up to you, resting a hand on your shoulder as you continued to shake.

“I’m tired of being second best all the time, to my parents, my friends…you. For once, I want me to be first, just once!”

“You’re not second best to me” Brad spoke softly. You tilted your head to the side and shook your head as tears blurred your vision.

“Yes I am, come on Brad. Admit it, I know. You asked me out not even 3 days after Sarah dumped you. Those first few weeks you deliberately sauntered me off in front of her, trying to make her jealous. I’m not judging okay, I get it, you were hurt… And at the party 2 weeks ago, when you left me in the middle of the dance floor, I saw you with her, talking. You still like her Brad, she’s still your first choice…” Your voice trailed off with a small hiccup. Brad’s face fell in defeat.

“I’m with you now” Brad probably thought that that is what you’d want to hear but it was the exact opposite.

“Not anymore Brad… I can’t…” The words tumbled out of your mouth. You fell back down onto the ground, your hands catching your fall.

“Are you serious? you’re really doing this right now?” Brad’s voice rose with anger. you whimpered and cried some more, holding onto yourself.

“Fuck… I liked you but fuck you’re impossible sometimes Y/N” Brad curses aloud, mainly to himself.

“Ever since You stopped being friends with those weirdos you became so… so afraid of everything! so fragile! I had to force you out of your shell! Hell my friends thought I was mad for dating you!” Brad bellowed. the words stung but a part of you felt too numb to care at the moment.

“I’m sorry…” You mumbled, not being able to make eye contact with him. You heard him huff then sigh.

“Just… forget it… I’m going to Homecoming, are you coming with me?” You looked up at him and shook your head, crying softly now. He shook his head angrily and stomped over towards his car, your ears perked up at the sound of a door slamming closed. Your eyes darted up as you watch him take off quickly and speed down the road till he was out of your sight. You let more tears fall, crying for almost another 10 minutes before you heard sirens in the distance. That was quite normal given it was Queens.

Your phone began buzzing in your dress pocket. You pulled it out and wiped underneath your eyes to hide the fact you had just been crying before answering the face time.

“Y/N, where are you? The dance started an hour ago” MJ’s voice glided through followed by loud music and people cheering in the background. You smiled to yourself, finding comfort in the sounds of normal teenagers goofing around at a dance.

“I’m alright, I’m running a little late…” You trailed off, not being able to find the words. MJ’s eyes furrowed on the phone screen.

“Why are you in front of a sandwich shop?” She asked. You glanced behind you and laughed humourlessly, not even realising where you were till now.

“Got hungry I guess” You could hear MJ sigh as she excused herself and walked over to a quieter area, probably the school hallways as it got much darker and only her face was lit up due to the light on her phone.

“Y/N talk to me, what happened?” It took all of 3 minutes to tell MJ everything, starting from what happened at the party 2 weeks ago till just moments ago. MJ listened to every word and quickly sent a text through to Ned, asking him to grab Peter from the gymnasium. 

“Stay there, I’m on my way-”

“MJ no, stay, dance and have fun! Seriously, I’m okay… I just needed a minute” You weren’t lying, after letting it all out you did indeed feel better. Your head felt clearer and your stomach had stopped churning.

“Well I’m still sending Peter to you” Your eyes widen in surprise and worry.

“Wait what? No, don’t send Peter, he’s dancing and hav-”

“He’s sulking in the corner, checking his phone every five minutes and watching the doors waiting for you to walk through… trust me… he’s not busy” MJ says before going off camera for a moment, whispering to someone that you couldn’t quite make out.

“Thanks Ned!” You heard MJ call out before returning back to you. Ned scurried off leaving MJ talking with you and found Peter, telling him where you were and sending him on his way to you. Peter’s own eyes grow wide as he took in the information, not knowing everything that went down with Brad but in the moment it didn’t matter. Ned gave him a knowing look, one that said to get to you as quickly as possible and that he did.

Peter was standing in front of you in under 5 minutes. That wasn’t even possible as the school was 10 minutes away by train. MJ stayed on the phone with you, chatting till Peter showed up. She quickly excused herself and ended the call, returning back to the dance with a smile with Ned.

“Peter? How did you get here so fast?” Was the first thing you said into the quiet night. The only lights being the closed shop behind you and the lamp posts from the road.

“Took a shortcut” You glanced at him, noticing his hair was slightly dishevelled as if he encountered wind. Funny, it wasn’t a windy night. 

You tilted your head to the side.

“A really short, shortcut” Peter hurried out, placing hands into his pants pockets.

“Right…” You trailed off, not believing him but that was the least of your worries for now. you’d question it later… maybe.

“I’m sorry MJ made you come all this way, I really am fine” You apologised, though you knew you needed to apologise for something else as well. The words couldn’t quite make it past your lips.

“She didn’t, I wanted to” Peter wanted to smack himself with how corny he sounded but you smiled in response, feeling your heart flutter inside your chest at the warming words.

“You must be freezing” Peter gasps, quickly shaking off his jacket and walking over to where you sat, slinging it over your shoulders. You soaked in the warmth and his smell, your head going to the side to take in a deep breath of it.

“Thank you” You spoke softly, turning to face him again as he sat beside you with his own knees bent. 

“Look about earlier… I’m sorry, I was way out of line and…” Peter softly chuckled beside you with an adoring smile.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said what I did” Peter referring to telling you not to go but your eyes widen, taking it in the way that he shouldn’t have said 'iloveyou’. 

You couldn’t do this again.

You shook your head frustrated and stood up, wiping your hands along your dress as you began walking away from him, your eyes growing blurry once again with tears. How much was your heart going to break tonight? How many tears where you going to shed before you finally fell apart?

“Wait, Y/N, where are you going?” Peter called out after you, seeming confused.

“Home, okay? I just want to be left alone, I can’t do this anymore Peter” Peter’s eyes flashed with hurt but you looked away before the guilt could consume you.

“Why do you keep walking away?” You feet stopped their movements.

“Because, Peter, I can’t keep going around the same circles with you, it’s exhausting and I’m done” You let out a deep breath, biting you lip as you willed the tears to stay at bay. There was no way you were going to let Peter see how much this all hurts.

“W-what happened, moments ago we were talking and then-” Peter starts with confusion, gesturing behind you both.

“And then you said you shouldn’t have said what you did” You finished for him, looking away once his eyes founds yours.

“Yes, exactly. H-h-how, what?” Peter grew exasperated. Did you have to spell it out for the boy?

“You told me you love me, Peter. Then you say, right after I tell you I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said what you did” You gulped nervously, feeling your heart beat practically in your ears. Peter began shaking head head quickly.

“That wasn’t… that… no… I meant when I said 'don’t go’, well I did mean to say it, but not like that, of course you should have gone to Homecoming, I just meant that you should have been going with me, not him” peter concluded. Your eyebrows furrowed as you went deep in thought, recalling this evenings earlier events. 

“Oh…” Was all you managed to say in response. God maybe you were the idiot. You both could never say exactly what you meant and hurt each other without even realising.

“Y/N, look at me…” You expected to look at Peter, expecting him to continue but instead he took quick strides to close the distance between the two of you. His eyes fell to your lips with a look you couldn’t quite figure out yet before the fell perfectly onto them, capturing you in the most sweetest kiss. Tingles flew across your mouth, warmth from his breath mingling with your own as he deepened the kiss, his hand cupping your cheek as the other snaked around your waist to hold you even closer. 

With how fast your heart was beating you were positive it was going to explode from your chest cavity. Your hands shot up from your side at lightening speed to wrap around Peter’s neck, pulling face to to yours till yours noses were brushing. Peter lent away for a moment to suck in a breath as did you, though a gasp soon fell from your lips as he quickly devoured your lips again hungrily, biting your bottom lip teasingly. Warmth flooded over you in a wave, making you grow slightly sweaty underneath his jacket and touch. 

You had managed to forget the both of you were just standing on the side of the road where anyone could walk past at any given moment. 

Peter’s arm tightened more around you as his tongue found yours and explored your mouth, enticing a small moan to escape your throat. Peter stiffened his jaw he pulled away slowly, his eyes never leaving yours as they fluttered opened. Both of you were breathing heavily, still slightly dazed by the kiss.

Your eyes fell to his lips again, wanting more and more. You could hear your mind telling you to slow down, to think thing through rationally but it was easy to turn her out at the moment. the only that mattered was having more of Peter, in any way you could have it. 

“Will you go to homecoming with me?” Peter asks, his breath shaky as he couldn’t control the lust that sept through his voice. He’s wanted you so badly for months and he wanted to wait but he wasn’t sure how much longer he could. He was craving you.

“No” Your reply was short as your lips kissed his once more, finding the perfect rhythm once more making your knees grow weak. Heat kept creeping over you as you pulled him back down, not wanting this moment to end. Peter almost couldn’t contain himself anymore. His sense were pushing him into overdrive and it definitely didn’t help that he could sense the beginning of your own arousal. He almost groaned at the scent.

It took all his willpower to push himself away from you. He grew impatient as he intertwined his hands with yours, leading you both into the direction of his home.

The tension still hung between you both on the quick walk, only living a block away from the sandwich shop himself. Nerves and excitement danced inside the both of you, awkwardness began to creep in a little for Peter because he didn’t want this, whatever would or not even happen, to be a once off.

Once Peter fumbled with the keys in his pocket and opened the door, he let out a breath of relief once he saw all the lights were left turned off inside. You swiftly closed the door behind you and shrugged Peter’s jacket from your shoulders.

“H-hey, we can put on the t-tv and I can order us s-some p-p-izza if you want-” It didn’t take long for you to shut Peter up with your lips. Peter stopped and wrapped his arms back around you, kissing you just as hungrily. He walked you backwards till your back hit the wall. You both battled with your tongue for the lead but Peter won, forcing you to submit as his arms found your legs, hoisting you up so you could wrap them around his waist. it didn’t take ling for you to feel something hard pressing between you both, making you core tingle and get even wetter in response.

Your arms wrapped around his neck as he pushed his lower half into yours, pinning you with a gasp. He swallowed the delicious sound and moaned in reply, his hands travelling to cup your ass. your dress had risen enough for your underwear to be on full display. He swiftly took one of the strap of your dress and pushed it down your arm, helping you slip it off soon followed by the other. Pants soon filled the once quiet room, only the sound of night traffic being heard in the background.

Peters hands pulled your body more onto him as his arms soon wrapped around your back, fiddling with the zipper on the back. your own arms reached behind to help slide it all the way down. Peter placed you down back on your feet as his hands eagerly slipped it off you, lips trailing down from your lips, to your jaw then to your neck, leaving a series of love bites on his way. You lulled your head back and moaned, closing your eyes to focus on the way his lips was igniting a warmth to start in the pit of your stomach. 

Your hands soon eagerly snapped up to hid tie, loosening it with ease as your head rested against his forehead, breathing in each others pants before kissing once again. Peter nipped at your bottom lip again causing you to cry out his name in lust.

“Peter” He groaned at this and you worked your fingers faster, slipping the tie off and moving on to unbutton his shirt. Once that was successful, you helped him shrug out of it as his hands fell to his trousers, unclasping the belt.

He made quick work out of taking his pants off, leaving him in just his underwear and you in your matching bra and panties. Both of you didn’t take a moment to look, instead using your hands to discover each other’s bodies for the first time. The touches he left on your skin made your heart soar higher than before, your body trembling within his arms. His left hand cupped your cheek again as he deepened the kiss once more, walking you both to the bedroom slowly, occasionally bumping into something causing you both to pull away momentarily to chuckle.

He walked backwards in his room till the back of his legs hit his bed, causing you both to fall down onto it, you on top of him. however, your lips never left his. You used this position to your advantage and began to grind down on him, causing you both to moan at the new sensation. Peter hissed to himself as he felt himself grow even harder at the contact.

“Fuck… do that again” You did, a little harder as his hands flew out to grip your hips, dragging you across him where he fit just between your clothes lips making you whimper. You were drenched to the point where the panties weren’t holding anything back anymore. He sat back up hastily and continued moving your hips with his in sync, you both clenching your eyes at the feeling. Peter’s arm shot up to your bra strap against your back and he shakily unclasped it, letting the fabric fall from your figure slowly. For the first time, you both stopped completely and pulled away only a fraction from each other, breathing heavily.

Your eyes saw Peter’s pupils fully dilated, lust and want circling his brown orbs as they never left your own. His right hand reached to caress your chin, his thumb dragging down your bottom lip slowly, your hips still moving slowly against him.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” He asks huskily, eyes dropping to admire your breast as his left came up slowly and gently, caressing the breast followed by the nipple between his fingers. You whimpered at the touch.

“Yes… please Peter” Peter didn’t need to be told twice. He rolled you both over so that was he was now on top, he quickly took off his underwear and slipped his fingers through your panties, pulling them over your legs and threw them to the ground. He came back up and kissed your lips softly and sweetly before devouring you once again hungrily.

It didn’t take long for the rest of the night to turn into blissful romance, both of you showing just how much you meant to each other. You don’t think your eyes drifted close until the birds began chirping on the morning sun crept through the window in Peter’s room.

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A/N:We have angst, we have fluff, and we have some HEAT, not full on smut but some smutty moments. Let me know what you all think, this is the end for 'By The Water Fountain’ Thank you all for reading! Till next time, much love xx

Save Me Tonight

NWH SPOILERS PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVEN’T WATCHED IT YET!

Or… if you don’t really care and want to read then please, carry on lovely reader

Summary: The villains were back and becoming unstoppable. How was Peter going to stop them this time? Maybe with the help of some unlikely brothers. One of which had caught your eye… this was going to be bad.

A/N: I’ve had this idea since I saw the film and honestly couldn’t stop writing. Yes, reader is Tom Hollands Peters sister and is falling for Andrews Peter, to me they’re quite different in personality (comparing TASM and HC).

A/N 2: Did I stay up till 6am writing this? absolutely not

Requested: No

Word Count: 6.7k, a longy to welcome you all back to the chaos that is my writing, if you want a second part let me know! xx

Warning(s)?: F!Reader, Slow build up, angst, fighting, Character death, NWH SPOILERS!!!, Fluff, Blood, umm… cringe?, change of writing style (briefly), Y/N being a general badass

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Save Me Tonight

It was a stupid idea, too many things could go wrong but there was nothing you could do once your brother put his mind to something. He’s been through enough, with the events that has occurred within the last week, it’s all too much. In fact, what were you even still doing here? There was a hundred places you’d rather- no.. needed to be. Organising a funeral for Aunt May being one of them…

The thought alone brought another tear to your eye. When will you stop crying? When will the pain ever cease? You let out a long sigh.

“Look… I think I can repair the devices for Dylan and Marco… the others-” Your brother, Peter Parker 1 spoke up to the Peter parker 2 and 3. That alone was something you were still trying to get used to. Ned and MJ had filled you in only moments after they arrived with them in tow when you were on the rooftop, trying to comfort Peter.

“Well I got Connor’s, I’ve already cured him once so no big deal…” Peter 3 spoke, earning a look from everyone in the room including yourself. He stopped fiddling with the device in his hands and glanced up, sheepishly with a smile.

“What? It’s no big deal” You couldn’t control the small smile that grew across your cheeks. As soon as it arrived you quickly wiped it away, now was not a time for even a peek of happiness, too many lives have been lost and you were at fault for that. You were with Aunt May in the hotel when everything went down, they both wanted you as far away as possible but that was not an option, if your family was in so were you. Ever since Peter revealed his secret to you, you made sure you were the one behind him at all times, learning everything you could and even began training in self defence to assist in any way you could. You were never anything compared to his abilities, but you were more strategic when it came to battle, he had the nerve for fighting criminals whereas you had the knack for setting the plan into motion.

You could only hope that Aunt May was looking on, proud of her nephew. You selfishly wished maybe she was proud of you too but… it didn’t matter, all that mattered at the moment was saving everyone and maybe….maybe, getting out of all of this alive.

“Good” Peter 2 spoke up with an adoring smile for both the Peter’s. Peter 3 took a few awkward steps away, scratching the back of his head as he went to a table at the back to begin. your eyes lingered after him for a moment before returning to your brother and the eldest Peter. You leant against the desk behind you with your arms crossed over your chest, desperately flooding your brain with knowledge and strategies you could use for a plan rather than… her.

“I think I can make an anti-serim for Dr Osborne… been thinking about it a long time…” The eldest Peter stopped, glanced at both Peter and I before softly sighing.

“We gotta cure all of them… right?” It was rhetorical but his eyes still traveled over us, wanting us to respond. Peter slumped his head down, you could see the way his body rocked softly with pain.

you bit your lip, glancing away not making eye contact. Of course you knew that but how? How in hell where you supposed to save the person who took the only family left in your life besides your brother. The person who has now made you orphans at their own hand. You couldn’t forgive him, even if you tried. You lost too much to this world… there was too much hurt and pain and it consumed you, Aunt May was just added to that list and you could feel the list tear apart even more. You don’t think another name could be added before it broke inside you and took you down with it once and for all.

“Right” Your brothers voice was hoarse and filled with pain that it shook you to your core. You admired his strength and will and even honour. All you could do was follow in his footsteps.

“Right” You voiced up softly, not trusting the sound of your own voice that cracked with raw emotion. Peter 2 looked over us both one last time and gave us a reassuring yet sympathetic look. I hated that look, both Peter and I have received it all our life because everyone around us died. A sad part of you knew that the look wasn’t going to go away anytime soon.

“That’s what we do” Peter 2 directed that more to your brother than yourself but he made sure to glance your way as well, you were as much part of this as he was. He stepped away to his own station and began working on his devices. Your brother glanced up to both you and MJ, who was standing right beside you looking puzzled.

“What?” he shyly asked.

“there’s three you’s” She softly laughed and you nodded your head in agreement. You were never going to get use to seeing three of him… well spider-mans. they weren’t all your brother from each universe as you learnt not too long ago, you were the only sibling to a spider-man which a part of you was relieved to hear. You’d hate for other versions of you to go through what you are currently going through.

“Hey… we haven’t had a chance to talk yet… how are you-” Mj turned to face you after a few moments and you instantly knew where this was going. It warmed your heart to hear the worry and concern in your best friends voice but you couldn’t bare any more pity, not today. you turned to face her quickly and shook your head with a knowing look, she instantly closed her mouth and shrunk away, understanding completely that you didn’t want to talk. She instead left after placing a warm hand on your shoulder in comfort towards Ned.

You needed to get out of your own head for a while so you walked around the room, glancing at all the different school science posters and knowledge boards that littered the room. it was a welcome distraction as both you and Peter shared a love for science, him more so after becoming Spider-man.

You hadn’t even realised your feet took you to the desk where Peter 3 was, so engrossed in what he was doing he didn’t notice your presence, or so you thought.

“I wouldn’t take a step further if I was you” You instantly stopped and ears perked up at the sound of his voice. He was a few years older than both you and your brother, though you didn’t dare to ask any personal questions to either of the new Peter Parker’s. Your curiosity could wait.

“What?” You hummed, too entranced on one of the posters on the wall near his desk. Peter 3 looked up from his desk momentarily and glanced down at the ground in front of you causing you to follow his faze.

One, sad little banana peel laid near inches from your left foot. Laughter bubbled up inside you, humourless laughter but laughter none of the less. Out of all the ways to get hurt, a banana peel could be your undoing in a sense. You opted for a soft smile and shook your head, bending to pick it up with a glove left on the desk, placing it softly in the bin beside.

“Out of all the ways to go… a banana peel would sure be the most illogical” Peter 3 had laughed softly at this and smiled before returning back to his work.

“There’s dumber ways to die believe me” He stopped, realising what he said and sighed before continuing on. He barely knew anyone here, including you yet he knew of the keen sting one leaves when they pass, especially in that sort of way.

“True, you could try petting a lion, or maybe eating a dart frog” You had no idea what compelled you to talk but you did, wanting the distraction. Peter 3 chuckled once more, this time glancing up at you. You locked eyes with him and nodded, not allowing yourself to study his features before quickly looking away.

He seemed to notice your distance gaze because he spoke once more.

“Do you want to help me? I could use a second pair of eyes if you’re not busy” You had wanted to scoff at this. Busy? Your entire life has been nothing but chaotic and busy within the last 24 hours. This was the first time you’ve even had a chance to catch your breath. You did a little want to reject his kind offer, but the distraction would be more than welcomed at this point.

“Sure” It wasn’t until you sat down beside him, grabbed a pair of goggles and gloves and got stuck into helping that it dawned on you. You haven’t even introduced yourself, in the craziness of everything it totally slipped your mind. Would it be weird to bring it up now?

“Sorry, I completely forgot to introduce myself earlier, my name is Y/N” A soft tinge of red spread across your cheeks once the words left your mouth. He glanced up and smiled, chuckling.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Peter P- you already knew that… right” It was still weird, your brother was Peter as well, just from this universe. Wow… there were 3 different Peter Parker’s in circulation… who knew if there could have been more?

You both had kept up with small talk, little getting-to-know-you questions that weren’t too personal for a few minutes before Ned spoke up hurriedly.

“Peter!” of course, all three heads rose quickly and each held the exact same look leaving yourself bewildered.

“Yeah? Oh sorry… did you mean… or?” Everyone apart from the three knitted their eyebrows in confusion as they all spoke in unison, as if they were the same person. in a way…. no not even close.

“Peter Peter” Ned tried but falling short. You glanced between each three as they all pointed to each other, you rolled your eyes but with a small smile.

“He means you, Peter” You spoke up, sharing a soft smile with your brother who returned it before returning his attention towards his best friend.

“The computer” He points out, Peter’s eyes shooting wide as he scurried over to see the diagnostics that was previously running had completed. After a few moments you resumed back with the current device, only needing one more piece before it was completed. Both you and Peter smiled in triumph once you were done, one step closer to putting this whole thing behind.

“Who knew you’d be a science whiz too, very impressive” It came off sounding like he was a teacher complimenting a student but you appreciated the sentiment all the same. Though, you hardly recall blushing when a teacher ever said anything like that.

“I’m not as into it as my brother, but I do know a thing or two” You both caught each other with a smile before everything finally fell into place.

“I’m ready!” Your brother called out, alerting the other two Peter’s.

“Yep, me too, okay… so now, all we gotta do is lure these guys someplace right? Try to cure them as they try to… kill us and then… send them home” Peter 3 smiled sheepishly, shrugging his shoulders after speaking.

“Using a magic box” Peter 2 joined in, still not quite sure how to process al this new… information.

“That’s the plan” Your brother spoke up followed by a small chuckle, not believing how this will work himself. Peter 3 abruptly turned, accidentally knocking you over slightly but his hands flew out to your waist before you could even stumble back. You hadn’t realised you were standing that close in the first place.

“Sorry, my bad” He stated, slowly releasing his hands from your waist before looking over to Peter 2.

“So what, are you going to go into battle dressed as a cool youth pastor? Or… you got your suit?” Peter 2 lowered his t-shirt to reveal his own spider-man suit underneath. If the circumstances were less… hectic you would have swooned by being in the presence of all the spider-mans.

“What’s that for?” Your eyes followed the conversation, noticing Ned handing over a metal attachment to your brother.

“This is my web fluid, it’s for my web shooter… why?” A loud thwipwas heard next, followed by a line of webbing from Peter 2’s arm. Your eyes widen in disbelief.

“That came outta you?” Ned speaks with excitement.

“Yeah, you can’t do that huh?” He asks, referring to both the other peter’s with a furrowed eyebrow.

“No” Your brother shook his head as the other Peter approached curiously.

“How on earth does that even-” Peter 3 was swiftly cut off.

“Anyways we’re getting sidetracked look… we need to come up with a plan” You could feel his gaze before even making eye contact. With a cautious step towards the middle table, you uncrossed your arms and lent against it, eyeing the map laying on the surface. It didn’t take long for the other two Peter’s to glance in your direction as well, one with a confused look and the other with a slight look of concern.

“Okay, here’s what we can try”

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Ned slammed on the brakes once you all arrived at the destination, the statue of liberty. It wasn’t the first choice but for your plan to work you did require a landmark, and both you and your brother picked the one that symbolised second chances, which was what this was all about.

Everyone soon begins to pile out of the van, you being last as Ned tossed the car keys to you.

“Are you sure you want to be a part of this? Come with me and MJ, I’ll portal you back if needed” You shook your head, looking directly at Ned and MJ.

“I need to be at ground zero, if anything goes wrong plan B will be here, ready” I glance behind me towards the van where plan B awaits.

“I’m still not comfortable with this Y/N, you could get hurt and after what happened with Aunt May…” Your brother’s voice broke near the end as he neared you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders tightly. You hugged him back and pulled away, resting your hands now on his shoulders.

“Peter, we’ve always been there for each other, that doesn’t stop now. I know… i know it’s going to take some time…” You took a deep breath, not being able to bring yourself to mention her name at the moment.

“But… we’ve always had each other’s back, through everything. You’ve got the power to stop this and I have the power to help you stop this” You couldn’t think of a better pep talk on the spot so it was going to have to do. Peter 2 and 3 looked at the interaction between you both, realising they had missed out on a part of the plan.

“Wait… you’re not leaving?” Peter 3 asks, taking slow steps towards you both. Your brother rose an eyebrow towards him bought took a step back regardless. You inhaled deeply as you made eye contact with him, willing yourself to stop the tingles channelling through.

God… this was like your brother! Wait- no it wasn’t… this was another spider-man from a different dimension! Nothing like your brother… not even remotely.

“I’m sorry I omitted a part of the plan but if any one of these guys get inside your head-” The level of concern that was radiating from him shocked you. It almost left you paralysed in your spot.

“Do you realise that you could die?” You noticed the small step closer he took till he was only breaths away. Peter 2 was the one that stepped forwards, your brother just glancing between you two with confusion.

“Woah, let’s all take a minute, no one’s dying, the only thing that’s happening tonight is curing” You’ve come to notice he was the most optimistic between the Peter’s. Peter 2 put a hand on the other Peter’s chest and gently pushed him away, he quickly broke eye contact with you and walked over to the other side. You glanced away and towards your brother, not realising just how much your pulse had risen. Your cheeks were feeling slightly warm due to the encounter.

Your brother seemed to slowly click and he looked over to Peter, throwing a harsh look his way.

“It would be safer if you stayed with MJ and Ned, it’s going to be dangerous” Peter 2 tried to reason, if only he knew how pointless it was.

“Thank you but… no. I can take care of myself” That was the last thing you said before leaving the group behind, quickly hugging MJ and Ned before taking the scaffolding up.

Peter’s POV (your brother) #

Once my sister was out of view I looked back over at Peter, the one who was deserving of my hard glare at the moment.

“What was that all about?” The eldest Peter unfortunately was clueless. The Peter in question looked at me and shrugged.

“She’s your sister, how could you let her go? She’s not like us!-” Eldest Peter interfered again, sensing what was about to happen.

“We don’t have time for this guys, if she wants to help then let it be, besides, why does it matter to you any-” The eldest Peter’s eyes widen at the end.

“Way…” He trailed off, not really knowing what to say once he realised. A part of me, however, wanted to punch this Peter in the throat.

“Dude, she’s my sister, really? You’ve known her for literally what… not even a day?” I couldn’t believe it, how could he even consider getting close to her. He wasn’t even a part of this dimension! Let alone he was literally me!

“It’s not important right now, let’s cure some ass” Peter slaps the eldest Peter’s shoulders and gives me an encouraging smile before rounding up the scaffolding, us not too far behind him.

“I swear, he goes anywhere near me sister…” I muttered to myself, causing the eldest Parker to chuckle.

Y/N’s POV #

“Okay guys it could be any minute now” You heard your brother through the earpiece. You could see out of your peripheral vision that he was currently situated on top of the liberty’s head.

“Yep, almost done” Peter 2 spoke next, webbing being heard in the distance. The plan was coming together at the moment, it had taken you all roughly 20 minutes to make your way up, planting little traps among the scaffolding along the way. You made sure to be between the Peter’s and MJ and Ned, knowing when the time comes you’d need to be the middle man to throw through the magic cube to Ned when it was time.

“You know Max was like… the sweetest guy ever before he… fell into a pool of electric eels” It wasn’t till now that once you’ve stopped you could let everything sink in. All this waiting was giving you time for you mind to wander. A further piece of your heart broke when hearing his voice hold pain, each Peter had gone through something terrible. Fate was nothing but cruel to them.

“That’ll do it” The optimistic Peter chimed in causing a small smile to appear. A saddened chuckle passed your lips, appreciating the moment for what it was. You couldn’t see any of them from this distance but you could hear each of them clearly through your ear. However, optimistic Peter didn’t miss to notice the small smile fall onto Peter’s face as he was standing on the same platform as him.

“Ahhh- there it goes” This came through your ear piece followed by heavy groans. Your eyebrows knitted in confusion when you heard it continued and multiple Peter’s talking and cracking sounds.

“Guys, I can’t see what you’re doing but it really doesn’t sound… pleasant” Both Peter’s seemed to momentarily forget about their own earpiece and both laughed at how this must have sounded to you.

“God this is so cool, I always wanted brothers…” Your eyes drifted over to admire the view, you lent over the railing and soaked in the cool breeze. You began to feel awkward, knowing you were listening in to what was potentially going to be a private and sensitive conversation between the Peter’s.

“So you like make your own web fluid in your body” You knew exactly where this was going, you opted to stay silent, the second hand embarrassment flooding to your cheeks.

“I really don’t want to talk about this…” Optimistic Peter spoke, probably being the only one to realise all 4 people could hear this conversation, one of them being you.

“No, I don’t mean to-”

“Wait, are you teasing me?” You wanted to laugh, they sounded more like middle school boys if anything. And these boys- ahem- men were supposed to be superheroes of their respected realm?

“No no no no no no no he’s not teasing you it’s just that… we can’t do that so naturally we’re curious as to how your… web situating works, that’s all” Your brother piped up, sounding very confused himself. This conversation was taking a dangerous turn you felt.

“If it’s personal I don’t want to pry… I just think that it’s cool” Cute Peter spoke next, sounding growingly flustered. Wait, cute Peter? You didn’t have time to criticise yourself before they started talking once again.

“No… I wish I could tell you but I… I-I don’t know how… like I just do it like… I don’t do breathing I just… breathing just happens”

“Does it just come out of your wrists? Or… does it come out of anywhere else?” You dropped your head down and chuckled to yourself, the second hand embarrassment still radiating strongly.

“Only… only the wrists” Oh god please just shut up already boys.

“Have you ever had like a web blockage? Cause I run out of webs all the time… I have to make my own in a lab… and it’s a hassle” This needed to stop, you don’t think you could handle much more of this… conversation.

“Alright, I’ll just remove my earpiece guys” You heard all three Peter’s take a sharp intake of breath, forgetting you could hear them all.

“Sorry!” All three called out in sync causing you to laugh.

“It’s fine let’s just… focus on the plan then you guys can… resume… this particular conversation without eavesdroppers” sighs and laughter was the responses on the other end.

A fews moments pass by before your brother speaks up again.

“Alright guys can you feel that?” You were clueless, not feeling anything as both Peter’s agreed that they could feel something. Ah of course, Peter tingle.

Lightening began to blanket the sky. It was beginning. You quickly climbed a little higher within the scaffolding, adjusting your vest which held various equipments and even a secured weapon if needed. You had Happy to thank for that and the rigorous gun training.

“Okay guys here he comes” You quickly got yourself into position. The Peter’s soon began to begin battle with the villains, the loud sounds echoing through your ear. You kept your eye out and reached for your taser gun, lining it up. Your brother quickly swung to you, your eyes immediately noticing the new presence and your gun quickly finding him as well.

“Woah it’s just me, heads up” He throws the cube to you before quickly swinging away, Max in pursuit. You strapped your gun and caught the cube, taking off into a run towards the portal Ned held open with MJ. You safely jumped across the current scaffolding to the one just in front, a loud creak and slight swaying motion the only give away to your presence for any of the villains.

“Here” You threw the cube towards MJ, she caught with ease before she noticed you run off again within a blink.

“Just FYI, Lizards guy’s here too” You heard just before a massive collision was made just in front of you with said Lizard guy and Spider-man. You froze initially, looking at the Lizard before quickly taking out your taser, aiming it towards him. With ease, your finger pressed on the trigger to release the taser which landed on the lizards chest, once it had made contact he had let out a major dinosaur like roar that shook that platform you currently standing on.  

“Thanks” Peter 3 said out of breath slightly.

“Don’t mention it” Given the lizard was easily three times the size of you, you decided to discard your first taser gun, knowing your chances at getting it back safely were slim to none. Instead you took off up the scaffolding, getting as far away from the growingly angry lizard.

Soon the whole area was being surrounded by flying sand and you had to stop, shielding your face with your arms as you could feel sand scrape against them. Once it had died down you took off again, noting where each villain was.

Luckily Sandman was taken out of the equation once the cure had successfully reached him, 1 down, 2 to go.

“No no no no no Y/N!” Your brother’s voice yelled in your ear. You stopped climbing up and glanced to your side to see him swinging towards you while glancing down. Just 50 metres away the Lizard was storming up towards you, climbing much faster then you ever could.

“Run to the portal!” Your brother worried.

“No, there’s no way I’m leading him to them!” You quickly made it to the current platform and took off running, trying to see where you could possibly climb into the statue of liberty where the lizard couldn’t get too.

“No he won’t, I’ll kick him out of the way and you jump in just before Ned closes it” You glanced over your shoulder to the portal which was now on the same level as you. Ned was clearly struggling to close the portal, MJ trying to encourage him as best she could.

“I’m not leaving you behind” You stubbornly say, hearing the familiar loud roar yet again from behind. He seemed to have noticed the open portal as well, beginning to run after the cube. You could see the fear in both MJ’s and Ned’s eyes.

“There’s no time!” It didn’t take long for you to swiftly turn around, grabbing the wire from your vest that was handed down by Natasha. You threw it out, the piece of wire wrapping around the lizards legs tightly, making him fall on the platform. You quickly reached for your second taser gun and aimed but it was too late. The lizard has gotten free and caught the taser with ease, a sinister smile displaying on his lips.

“Run now!” You didn’t need to be told twice. you took off into the direction of the portal, hoping Peter would come in time to kick the lizard. However, you were lucky to make it as you felt the lizards claw grab your side, cutting into your flesh and throwing you backwards as he made his way towards Ned and MJ. You landed on the scaffolding with a heave thump, your entire right side shooting in pain and the massive scratch on your side to start bleeding badly.

You gave yourself three seconds to inspect the damage, the scratch wasn’t deep enough to hit any of your internal organs thank god. It still hurt like a bitch though. You scrambled to your feet as you saw Ned and MJ now running towards you, leaving the portal.

“Guys, wrong way!” The roar from the lizard silenced you as you watched him and your brother now leaving the portal as well.

“Y/n here” MJ came up to you and grabbed your hand, leading you away with Ned in front. Thankfully the lizard was now distracted with your brother giving you guys a chance to escape. Though that didn’t last long.

The lizard soon began chase with you three again as all 3 Peter’s became in battle with what looked like Max and Dr Otto.

“This way” You pulled on MJ’s hand leading her down a different direction, Ned now following very close behind. Your right hand reached for the lizards cure that was webbed just above on one of the scaffoldings, your face grimacing as you did due to your injuries as you rounded another corner. Luckily Ned was able to produce a portal with water flooding out, intercepting the lizard and pushing him back.

“Y/N” Your eyes found your brother and you quickly threw the cure over to him just before the lizards mouth tried to bite down, instead biting down on the cure itself, realising a green mist into the air.

“We have to hide this thing now” MJ says, referring to the cube in her arms. Ned nods and so do you as Ned began creating another portal. Though you did not expect for Dr Strange to step out with a look of pure anger.

“Where is he? Where is Pet-”

“Wait, wait he has a plan, and it’s working” Ned quickly buts in.

“Plan?” Dr Strange comments.

“Yes, he’s curing them and it’s working” MJ points out, leading all of our gazes to the lizard who was slowly transforming back into a man.

“Well I’ll be damned… did you just open a portal?” Dr Strange asked Ned in confusion.

“Why yes sir, yes I did” He replied breathlessly and slightly nervous with being in the presence of the wizard. He hummed in response before walking away. Ned shared a look of pure disbelief with both you and MJ as you both smiled at him proudly.

You winced soon after. Both Ned and MJ now turned to face you with worry. MJ unzipped your vest hastily and noticed the huge blood stain that was slowly growing across your shirt.

“Y/N, you need to go to a hospital” You agreed, but once everything was over. this was manageable for the time being. Mj’s voice must have been louder than you realise because you soon heard your concerned brother’s voice through your ear.

“Y/N, are you okay? Where are you I’ll come get you-” You shook your head before quickly realising he couldn’t see you.

“I’m fine Peter, don’t you dare, you need to see this out. Besides, you haven’t cured all of them yet” The dread swept into your voice with worry as there was now only one villain remaining though he was nowhere to be found.

“Y/N I can see you, I’m on my way” It wasn’t your brother this time that spoke up but another Peter. He glanced at both your brother and the eldest Peter and they both nodded to him, telling him it was okay to go.

“Has my Spider-man come out to play!?” A dooming voice lingered through the air followed by a terrifying laugh. You winced again but not out of pain this time. Why did it always have to be the worst for last?

“Strange no!” Was the last thing you heard through your earpiece before a massive explosion went off, causing the scaffolding to begin to come undone. Ned grabbed on to the nearest platform to hold on for dear life as you shoved MJ as hard as you could given your pain towards the statue, being close to one of the arms so landed safely but harshly onto it. As soon as you took off running to the nearest ledge for support the platform beneath you gave way, causing you to become off balance and trip backwards.

“Peter!” You cried out, gripping on to the edge for dear life. The pain in your was becoming too much as the sweat pooled at your palms, causing your grip to slip. You were able to hold on for two more seconds before your palms slipped right off the steel frame.

the scream was ripped from your body as you felt yourself falling through the air, the cold air engulfing you.

Your brother was quick to leap down to you, reaching out his hand as you raised yours. His hand was mere inches from your before the sinister laugh filled your ears above the wind once more, crashing into Peter and taking him away. Your eyes followed these movements, just now realising you were falling straight to your death.

You couldn’t catch your breath anymore as you felt as if you were falling faster and faster and knew you were going to reach earth any second now.

Everything slowed down for a few moments as your eyes closed, bracing for impact. Three little words danced across your lips in a whisper.

“I’m so sorry” You hadn’t paid attention to the tears that had begun streaming down your cheeks.

Within moments you felt a warm arm circle around your waist. Painfully gripping onto you as your body jolted to a stop but it was crushed against something warm, not the cold cement you were preparing to feel.

Your breathing was laboured and short, eyes still firmly squeezed shut as your body began to tremble.

Soon the arm loosened it’s hold on you a little, sensing the pain it had caused before and a hand had made it’s way to cup your cheek, coaxing you to open your eyes.

“You’re okay now, you’re safe” A sob had left you as the hand had begun wiping away your tears that had fallen onto your cheek. Your eyes had opened slowly, surprised to have seen you were standing upright instead of lying down in the cement.

Your body fell against his despite the pain it caused and he had once again caught you with ease, his arm holding you closer as his other hand stayed firmly on your cheek.

A few moments had passed before you had the strength enough to pull away slowly, begging to wipe under your eyes as your thoughts drifted to the others.

“Ned… MJ, are they safe?” Peter was surprised to hear these being the first words to leave your mouth. You had almost plummeted to your death but your concern was on your friends rather then yourself. It was a quality he was admiring and adoring more and more by the second.

“They’re safe, you pushed MJ out of the way just in time” You slowly remembered that he was on his way before everything exploded. A sigh of relief left your mouth. You finally glanced up to Peter and looked him in the eyes, just now seeing the unshed tears pooling.

“Are you okay?” You asked, your voice dropping to barely a whisper as your face moved closer to his, your own hand reaching up to touch the side of his face. All he could do was nod and close his eyes, sniffling slightly.

“I am now” Once he opened his eyes again they locked with yours. So much raw emotion was being betrayed through them it had almost turned your legs back to jelly. No one had ever, in your life, had looked at you the way he was currently looking at you and it caused a reaction in your body that you couldn’t even name or put a finger on. All you knew was that it was so intense it began to take your breath away, leaving your lips parted as they began to tingle slightly.

Soon the image of your brother being taken by the villain flooded your mind. Panic sunk in once again and your eyes widen.

“Where’s my brother?” Without thinking your legs had taken off into a painful sprint in search if him. Peter followed closely behind you.

“Peter, peter where are you!” You called out, wincing afterwards. You ran over towards the cement wall where a piece of the liberty had fallen down to.

“I’m right here! Are you okay? Where’s MJ and Ned?” As soon as you brother called out from below, Ned and MJ had rounded the corner, followed by the eldest Peter in tow.

“Oh thank god” MJ ran and threw her arms around you followed by Ned. You flinched but welcomed the hug regardless, just happy to see them both okay.

“We’re all here!” MJ sung out. All 5 of us walked over towards the cement wall and looked over, you leaning against to try and ease some of the pain in your side. You saw your brother’s eyes soften once he saw all of you guys were safe, though they soon turned murderous once he spotted out of the corner of his Dr Osbourne standing up.

Worry crept in as you watched them advance each other, looking deadly. You weren’t just about to stand down and watch as your brother gets murdered or possibly murders him. As soon as your body went to jump the wall arms had circled around your waist, ceasing your movements.

“Let go of me” Your voice wavered with pain despite the tingles that flooded all over your skin from the contact.

“You’re not going anywhere, stay here” Peter firmly spoke, pulling you back and over to the side. Both the Peter’s glanced at each other with a knowing look before heading towards the fighting pair. You watched on with hands fisted at your side, both Peter’s stopping your brother and curing the last villain in just a couple of minutes.

You let out the first deep breath since this whole battle began, a tired smile forming across your lips.

We did it. We actually did it.

All 3 Peter’s, including ex-villain Dr Osbourne made their way back to you three, Dr Strange now joining you all after been able to successfully stop the consequences from the magic cube exploding minutes ago.

MJ raced towards your brother before you could, holding onto him for dear life. You caught his eye and nodded, smiling proudly over at him as his arms held onto MJ in return. Ned slumped down to the ground, talking feverishly with Dr Strange about the magic cube and other magically wizard things related.

Optimistic Peter came over and hugged you softly, noticing the way you flinched away. He glanced down to his arm and noticed the blood that had left you and went onto his shirt. He had realised you lost too much blood.

“Guys, we need to go to a hospital now” As soon as these words were uttered you could feel your eyelids begin to grow heavy, your body growing heavier by the second. Black dots scattered over your vision.

“I think I might…” Your brother pulled away from MJ and glanced over to you worriedly, Peter reaching you just before he could. His arms caught you and lifted you up bridal style, turning you both around to the other two Peter’s.

“Ned get the keys from her vest, you’re driving” Your brother had instructed in a hurry as MJ followed swiftly behind. Peter 3 had reached you first, taking you swiftly from the optimistic Peter’s arms gently, holding you close to his chest.  Your brother chose not to say anything as everyone raced over to the car apart from Dr Strange.

The last thing you could remember before fading into darkness was the sound of the car doors slamming shut, the engine being turned on and tires screeching against the ground. You were laying across someones lap, hand on your cheek stroking softly. You felt a warmth breath fan across your face as lips gently pressed against your forehead.

“You’re going to be okay”

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A/N:Long time no post! I hope everyone has enjoyed their time and have been happily reading, catching up on studies, enjoying your favourite hobbies! I don’t promise to write often like I did before given as I’ve somehow grown into an adult and am now responsible for my life and affording to live. I’ll try and write as much as I can though xx Thank you to each and every one of you for being here and supporting my work! You all are what makes this page possible! So cheers to you all and may 2022 treat you well! Much love xx

Summary: You come home drunk and horny after a night out with your girls, but EZ is a gentleman.

Pairing: EZ Reyes x female reader

Warnings: Sexual content - female masturbation, slight voyeurism, mention of alcohol but no sex under the influence.

Word count: 1,039

A/N: I hope you guys like this one  I’m hoping to deliver more over the weekend! I miss you all 

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“I’m not even that drunk, babe.”

EZ chuckled as he shook his head, hands on your waist to steady you from the swaying you seemed to be oblivious to. Leaning forward, his lips left a gentle and loving kiss on your forehead. 

“Except you are, baby." 

You giggled yourself, eyes heavy and half-lidded as you brought your hand up to your mouth stifling a hiccup. 

"I’m just relaaaaaaaxed. That’s all." 

EZ shook his head at you but you ignored it, leaning forward yourself to return the kiss though you placed your lips on his jaw instead. You left one kiss, then two, then a third, each lasting longer and feeling more passionate than the last. EZ’s smile slowly faded, his adam’s apple bobbing as he registered how your kisses transformed from chaste to vigorous. He sighed, hands squeezing your hips gently. 

"Not right now, baby. You’re drunk." 

Your lips didn’t let up, only a sigh falling from your mouth against his skin that nearly had goosebumps popping up on his skin. 

"Maybe. Doesn’t mean I don’t know what I want though." 

Your kisses continued and so did EZ’s internal battle. He should stop you. He knew that.

Despite your protests, you were drunk, and of that he was certain.
You were also still coherent though, and he couldn’t deny that you were always most confident as well when you were drunk. Any insecurities and hang-ups that held you back went out the window and all you were concerned about was bringing as much pleasure to you both as possible. EZ still tossed it back and forth in his head, the feeling of your lips now traveling down to his neck not making things any easier. Mustering enough self-control, he pushed you away gently, trying his best to be firm. 

"We can’t, mama. I’m serious. Once you drink some water and chill out for the night if you still feel like it then we can. But not while you’re drunk." 

Your whine was just as prominent as your pout and you pulled away, body comically bouncing up and down as you drunkenly threw a mild tantrum. 

"Must you always be such a gentleman?”

You grumbled as you pulled away from him, the Mayan chuckling as he ushered you toward the bathroom. 

“Need help in the shower?”

Shaking your head, you gathered your PJs and a new pair of underwear as EZ undressed. Looking over your shoulder, you saw his attention was no longer on you and sneakily grabbed your favorite toy out of the drawer as well, tucking it under your change of clothes. 

If he wanted to be chivalrous, that was fine, but you were going to come at least once before you went to bed, even if that meant you had to do it yourself in the shower. You quickly made your way into the bathroom, nearly tripping over your own feet before you were able to close the door. You didn’t bother locking it, EZ already in bed and under the covers. You knew he would wait for you to get out, you just needed to be quick and quiet. 

It didn’t take you long to undress and hop in the warm water, sticking your toy’s suction cup to the shower wall. You were already slick, even from the moment you had thought about EZ as your friends were driving you back home. You were already worked up enough, it didn’t take too much to slide back onto the toy, the smooth silicone filling you quickly. You sunk your teeth into your bottom lip, trying your best to stifle and conceal the moans so that he would be none the wiser. The alcohol was still swimming in your system though, and you weren’t being nearly as quiet as you thought you were. 

EZ could hear it pretty clearly. 

Your quickened breaths. 

The water splashing. 

The light thud of your body hitting the wall as the toy bottomed out. 

It didn’t take him but a handful of seconds to realize you weren’t actually bathing in there and he sighed, climbing out of the bed and walking to the bathroom door. He didn’t bother knocking, simply twisting the knob and opening the door. He had already envisioned you, but that didn’t stop the rush of blood heading down to his boxers as he looked at you, body wet and slick, one hand bracing you while the other was hidden between your thighs. 

He watched you for a moment, your closed eyes and inebriated mind not sharp enough to realize he was there yet. You kept up your rhythm, desperately chasing the orgasm that you had been denied. He felt bad just a little, not wanting you to feel neglected, but also never wanting to take advantage or cross any of your boundaries, even if you didn’t know you had them. He was about to simply leave you to it when you finally opened your eyes, feeling that coil getting tighter. You locked eyes with him, the hazel now darker with lust. The moan that tumbled from your lips then was genuine and unhindered, no more trying to be quiet. It was desperate and needy and despite EZ not even being near you, his presence and being watched was enough to push you. You writhed and bucked, the liquor in your system unable to choose if you were more focused on filling yourself or rubbing to add more stimulation. It was the whine of his name falling from your open mouth that triggered him into reacting, the Mayan keeping his eyes locked on yours as he nodded. 

“Do it. Go ahead. Come for me." 

That was all you needed, his voice and permission having your thighs clench around your hand as you buried the toy within you.  Eyes shut tight and head swimming, you tried to catch your breath, colorful spots floating behind your eyelids from the force of your orgasm. You shuddered and removed your hand, pulling yourself off of the toy just as EZ was opening the shower door, towel already in his hands spread out for you to step into, his voice soft. 

"Come on, hurry up so we can get you to bed. You’re gonna need it.”

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Summary: Creeper convinces you to join him at the clubhouse for the first time and despite your shyness, you oblige.

Request:Creeper with a short \ small girl who is shy and he wants too introduce her too the Mayans

Pairing: Creeper Vargas x short female reader

Warnings: None really. It mentions the reader being shorter than the guys and others but no focus on body size.

Word count: 758

A/N: Admittedly this is…not my best work. But I found some time and I wanted to get a little something out for y'all.

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“Maybe you should come with me.”

You were slow to turn your head, heart rate picking up as you anticipated it. It wasn’t uncommon for Creeper to let you know that he was going to be leaving your place to head over to the clubhouse. Sometimes for work, other times to simply spend time with his brothers. Either way, you were fine with it, being none the wiser to whatever went on between those wooden walls.

It was uncommon however for him to invite you with him. And by uncommon, it was actually the first time. You had yet to go with him to see the place that took up all of his time that he wasn’t with you or the people he spent that time with either. You knew names, ones he mentioned when telling you about his day. He spared you the gory details, of course, your relationship not exactly there yet. Except now it would seem there was a new step being taken.

“Go with you there? To meet them?”

Creeper nodded as he looked at you from the other side of the kitchen counter. His face was neutral but his smile warm as he shrugged.

“Why not? They ask about you, you ask about them. It’s nothing crazy, no party or anything. Just the usual drinks and coffee that we do at the end of the week.”

You nodded despite the nervousness you felt, your own smile coming through.

“Yeah, ok. I’ll tag along.”

Creeper smiled as he pushed off of the counter and made his way over to you, eyes glancing quickly over at the clock before landing back on you. Leaning down, he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead before nodding over toward your room.

“Go. Get ready.”

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You clung to Creeper’s arm tightly as you made your way up the steps to the clubhouse, the Mayan looking over at you. He grinned wide, elated to think that he would now be able to have all of his favorite people together in one room for the first time. No more leaving you behind to have to head to the clubhouse, now he could simply bring you along with him. He leaned over and nudged his nose against your cheek, hoping to soothe the nerves he was sure you were feeling.

You were shy, not used to larger crowds nor new people, and Creeper knew it was going to take some time to relax considering you would be dealing with both any moment now.

Squeezing his arm around yours just a little tighter, he opened the door to the clubhouse and ushered you inside, EZ and Angel being the first to notice you as they were sitting closest to the front. The brothers smiled, standing as you and Creeper drew nearer. EZ stuck his hand out first, a comforting smile on his lips as he looked down at you.

“Hi, I’m Ezekiel. You can call me EZ.”

You returned his smile shyly and shook his hand, introducing yourself as well before looking over at the more burly and tattooed of the brothers. He was more intimidating than EZ and he knew it, leaning himself down slightly so as to not stand over you so much. He was a good bit taller than you and even the others, his stature and frame not helping to make him seem any more comforting. His smile was friendly and genuine though and it helped to calm you as you shook his hand as well.

“I’m Angel.”

You went through the motions in the same fashion, introducing and being introduced to the people Creeper called his brothers. You were thankful that the attention wasn’t entirely on you, simply smiles and waves here and there as you settled in. Creep had told them beforehand that you were shy, the crew taking care to try their best not to intimidate nor stress you.

The night went on peacefully, your nerves simmering the longer the night went on. The Mayans and girls were nice, drinks being offered every now and then. They were all polite and friendly, making you feel at home. You could see now why Creeper loved them so much.

It wasn’t enough to get you up and dancing along with the others, but slowly you laughed and joked more, Creeper’s smile permanent as he soaked it all in. It was something he had longed for since he had gotten serious about the two of you and he was overjoyed now that it had become a reality.

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Summary: After the fight of a lifetime, Miguel and you have a quick heart to heart.

Pairing: Miguel Galindo x female reader

Warnings: Mention of marriage issues and divorce, arguing

Word count: 709

A/N: Just a quick little something for my babies

You chuckled as you listened to the show playing on the TV, your eyes focused on the knife in your hand as you chopped up the fruit. It was early morning, and you had woken up before the sun had even risen into the sky.

Partly because you weren’t tired anymore.

Partly because it felt off to sleep in an empty bed.

Miguel had been in and out of the house the past week, focusing on the more legit business side of his empire. You understood the demand and didn’t let it get to you. At least not to where anyone could tell.

It was already nearing two weeks after the blowout that had Miguel’s booming voice echoing off the walls, the word divorce blurting past your lips at one point. The fight had been nasty. Hostile and vicious, on both sides, and lest the marriage crumble you both decided to take some time to yourselves away from each other. It had proven beneficial, the frustration on your side and his dwindling. You’d been back in the same house now for a week, and while things already felt somewhat back to normal, you both knew they weren’t.

He hadn’t listened closely enough nor taken you seriously enough when you had told him that if you didn’t get more of his attention you would leave, and you ignored his rationalization that you sometimes asked the impossible of him. Now that you both had time to reflect, things were smoother. Calmer. But it was undeniable that you both were walking on eggshells at times. Alone in the kitchen, you felt at ease, but that feeling disappeared as Miguel walked in through the front door, eyes landing on you immediately.

You looked away, thinking back to what he had said.

‘Do you always have to think the worst? Does it always have to be an interrogation as soon as I come home?’

You internalized that and listened, simply throwing him a smile and returning your gaze to the fruit salad you were assembling.

Miguel sighed quietly, his own words echoing in his head as he now ached for the show of interest he once had found annoying. He tilted his head toward his office once, Nestor understanding the gesture to mean he wanted to be alone. The bodyguard and friend walked away silently, Miguel walking to the kitchen to join you. The closer he got, the more you tried to keep your posture steady. Closing the gap, Miguel came to stand right beside you, hip against the counter as she watched you. Finally meeting his gaze, you forced another smile.

“Welcome home.”

The cartel leader nodded, forcing a smile of his own as he reached out to you. He didn’t miss the small flinch you gave at the movement, nor did he miss the ache created in his chest. His smile took on a glum impression, the sigh he let out coming from deep in his chest as he rested his palm on the smoothness of your cheek.

“Every time I touch you, there’s a moment where you look like you think it will hurt.”

His words pained you and you found yourself leaning into his touch to soothe both him and yourself.

“Because I wonder if it’ll be the last time.”

Miguel quickly shook his head, opting to place his other hand on your free cheek, your face resting cradled in his palms. His eyes were warm and reassuring as they gazed at you, hoping to convince you.

“It won’t be. We fight and we argue but we’re fixing that. I fight because I care. I have to learn how to be more temperate, more patient. But you don’t ever have to worry about the last time. Even when my hands are so old and weathered that they can’t do anything else, they’ll still show you love.”

You smiled gently, the first real one in a week, and Miguel did too. Thumb brushing along your cheekbones, he sighed once more, though this time there was a layer of content. Leaning forward, he pressed his lips against yours for a lingering kiss before pulling away and looking down at the bowl of bright, glistening fruit, serving you the first bowl with love.

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“Please don’t kill him.“ "Nah, I just want to talk.” - Bishop

Summary: Your son’s teacher had some negative things to say about Bishop, and neither of you are happy about it. Bishop is just a little more enthusiastic about making it known.

Pairing: Bishop Losa x female reader

Warnings: Mention of violence/fighting

Word count: 555

A/N: I’m a little rusty, but I’m trying to get back into it

"He said what?”

Bishop’s brows were knitted tightly, head cocked to the side as he tried to listen to you better. Of course, he had miss heard you. No way you had said what he thought you said. You swallowed as quietly as you could and reached out to stroke his forearm, trying your best to soothe him.

“It’s nothing, Bish. Don’t even pay him any mind. You know he’s an idiot.”

The President straightened his head and then took a step closer to you, eyes focused as he looked at you.

“What did he say?”

You held off for a handful of seconds before sighing and repeating what your son’s school teacher had said at the parent-teacher conference this morning.

“He said he believes he’s acting out and getting in fights because he sees what you do and he’s mimicking you.”

You tried to keep your voice level and quiet, not wanting to set him off. You had already given the teacher a piece of your mind, the older man’s eyes wide as you had dragged him for everything he was worth. He had apologized profusely, maybe to keep his job or maybe just to keep his teeth, but the damage had been done. He had spoken down on your husband and that was something that you never, ever took lightly.

You had barely made it out of the school building when you had called Bishop, fuming and cursing, telling him that you were heading over to the clubhouse for a drink. He had figured the teacher had said something you didn’t like, but it wasn’t until now that you had finally repeated the exact sentence that had ended with you seeing red.

Bishop nodded slowly, silent yet his eyes loud as he thought. You rubbed his forearm, talking sense into him as best as you could.

“I already told him about himself, baby. It’s all good. I let him know we weren’t going to stand for that. I just wanted you to be caught up. You know I tell you everything.”

He nodded slowly, tense shoulders finally settling some as you leaned forward and laid kiss after kiss to his bearded cheek. Your affection soothed him some, but his brain was still going, itching to track the man down and clock him at least once. That would be proving his point though, and that was enough to talk himself off the ledge.

He let out a heavy sigh and wrapped his arms around you, pressing a kiss to your forehead before pulling back and looking at you once more.

“I hope you made that mother fucker sweat.”

You grinned as you looked at him, recalling the way his eyes widened and his throat bobbed as he swallowed.

“Oh, I did.”

Bishop smiled himself and nodded, hands squeezing you.

“That’s my girl.”

The rest of the week had gone on without incident, your son promising to behave better and the teacher apparently not having spoken a word to him since. It was fine by you, the three of you almost having forgotten the disrespectful teacher until your son pointed him out after dinner one night. You had been paying while Bishop and your son went out to get the car, the teacher walking in the parking lot toward the door with his own wife. He’d been too quick, both of you having an exchange while you tried to hurry up with your card.

“Please don’t kill him.“

"Nah, I just want to talk.”

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Request: Coco comes home from a run and he finds his OL and Letty in the backyard blowing bubbles with their dog and he’s just standing on the back deck smiling like an idiot until they both see him standing there. I kinda took it from the esthetics list #7

Pairing: Coco Cruz x female reader 

Warnings: None really other than mention of a gun 

Word count: 466

“Babe? Leticia?”

Coco’s gun was already drawn, aiming low as he slowly walked through the house. Your car was out front, your phone and keys on the counter, TV on in the living room. Everything looked normal, except for the fact that you weren’t anywhere to be found and neither was his daughter. It was strange, both of you usually together watching TV or making dinner when he got home. It was not normal and it made him uneasy until he could hear the distant sound of your laugh. 

His brows were knitted, still confused and he tried to follow it, leaving the hallway and making his way to the back of the house, relaxing as he looked out the window of the back door. There you both were, voices light and free as you laughed. Letty was trying desperately to blow a single bubble, the fluid dripping, and popping before she could create one. 

You, on the other hand, were doubled over with your hands on your knees as you watched her struggle. There were tears in the corners of your eyes when you stood back up straight and Coco laughed quietly, his smile bright. Normally he let you both know when he was coming back home from a run, but he had wanted to surprise the two of you today. Now as he took in the sight, he realized he might just have to surprise the two of you more often. 

He stayed there watching as you finally got your laughter under control, blowing your own bubbles along with Letty. The family dog was having the time of his life, tongue out and tail wagging as he ran and jumped around the yard, trying desperately to catch them. It wasn’t until a few minutes that you both happened to notice him. You both looked at Coco, the gun in his hand setting you off in a fit of hysterics once again. He tucked it away with a quick shake of his head, opening up the back door to join the two of you outside. 

With a playful huff, Letty laughed too. 

“Can you please take her somewhere? I’ve been trying to blow this bubble for like six minutes and she keeps laughing at me so I can’t get enough air because then I laugh too." 

Coco rolled his eyes but smiled himself, watching as you wiped the corners of your eyes before hugging him. 

"My stomach is cramping." 

He nodded, laughing at you slightly as he hugged you back, pressing a kiss to your cheek. 

"That’s what you get for roasting my kid." 

With the laughter dying down some, Letty was finally able to blow her bubbles, the three of you enjoying the last little bit of light before the sunset as a family.

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Person A came home to find the outside of the apartment decorated with different Christmas decorations. One caught their attention more than the others though: the mistletoe hanging over the door. They decide to knock on the door, hoping to get a kiss from their partner.

The door swings open almost immediately, revealing an excited Person B who seemed to have been waiting for their partner to come home. 

“Hey beautiful,” Person A says with a small giggle. “I like the decorations.” 

“Yeah? What about that one?” Person B looks up at the mistletoe, then back to Person A, who steps closer. 

“Especially that one,” Person A says in a low voice. Person A’s hands grab onto Person B’s hips, pulling them in. They lean their head down slightly and catch Person B’s lips with their own. 

Person A bites Person B’s bottom lip, causing them to moan. Person B’s hands begin to roam over Person A, who pulls back from the kiss. 

“Fuck,” Person A whispers, a bit out of breath. before closing the front door. 

(Sorry for the short hiatus, back now! Requests/commissions still open -J)

Okay, i’m back to posting again :)

*le coronavirus*

*le otp having lunch*

Person A : I’m so scared of coronavirus!!! What if we get it too? What is going to happen to us? *gasp* By the way, did you wash your hands before cooking? No, you didn’t! *panic* Fuuuuuuuuck!!!! We’re screwed!!! This is death!!!

Person B : *gives person A a back rub* It’s gonna be fine, darling. Now calm down and finish eating your toilet paper salad. ;)))

Tell Me About Yourself ~Loki x Reader~

Ok so this is my first Marvel one-shot and I chose to start with Loki because he just needs a hug. (My Y key is dying. I have to press it like three times in order for it to work. And so sorry for not writing in such a long time)

Taglist application form (ok this time the form is actually fixed)

Warnings: Self-conscious!Loki

Word Count: 983

Summary: Loki has seen you around the Tower before but never actually tried to talk to you that is before an incident at Tony Stark’s party.

To this day Loki wonders how and why he was roped into this mess. If he didn’t let his jealousy and ambition get in the way, he may still be back on Asgard instead of being here in New York. He knows now the amount of destruction and death he had caused from his little visit to New York, and he has learned from it, but at the same time, he doesn’t blame everyone for keeping their distance, especially at Tony’s party. If Loki had a choice, he would stay in the Tower, reading the vast amount of books in his bedroom, but the thing is, the party is in the Tower.

Despite being annoyed at this, he couldn’t deny that he was getting a bit lonely. His brother once in a while comes up to him and asks how he’s doing but usually leaves him alone again right after, like right now. As soon as Thor got in his line of sight, he sighed, knowing he’s gonna ask the same question. As soon as Thor opened his mouth Loki already answered.

“I’m fine. I don’t need to be asked every ten minutes,” Loki’s words caused Thor to raise a brow before leaning against the high table where Loki puts down his drink.

“You sure? You’ve been staring at the floor since you came out of your room. Why don’t you join us at the couch?” Thor gestured to said couch and there were all the Avengers chatting. Yet that light-filled discussion quickly turned into a stupid argument about what music to put on. It was mostly just Steve and Tony insulting each other though while the others failed to hold in their laughter.

“I don’t think I’d really be welcome over there,” Loki turned his attention back to Thor.

“Well maybe but you have been living here with us for-”

“Yeah living. Not socializing,” Loki cut him off.

“All the more reason to go over there. You need to be more like-” the brother’s attention drew over to the elevator that opened where you walked in while everyone greeted you, specifically the rowdy Avengers.

“Like them,” Thor nodded his head towards you to which Loki looked over to you waving at his brother to which Thor waved back.

Loki has seen you many times around the Tower, whether if you were training, in the lab, or even just making breakfast. And he will never admit it, but you sometimes intimidate him. All the reason why he never went to talk to you even if you yourself tried being friendly to him. He doesn’t even know why you intimidate him. You seem so kind and you’re in no way a master assassin like Nat and Clint. Besides, he’s a 1,000-year-old god while you were just a simple Midgardian.

“Uh Loki, Loki!” Thor waved a hand in front of his face causing him to blink out of his thoughts.

“What? Sorry.”

“No need to stare at them. If you want to talk to them, just do it.”

“Uhm no.”

“No?”

“Yeah no.”

“Wha- why not? Did they kick your ass in training?” Thor sighed.

“What? No. I never even talked to them before.”

“Oh, then what are you nervous about?”

“Well everyone knows I’m the one who almost destroyed New York so why would they ever want to talk to me?” Loki asked.

“You’re just being a worryrat. Look they’re walking up to the bar right now. This is the perfect opportunity to introduce yourself,” his brother patted him on his back while pushing him forward a bit.

“Come with me,” Loki said causing Thor to furrow his brows.

“What?”

“Introduce me to them. You talk to them all the time.”

“But why? I specifically said yourself.”

“I don’t want to seem like a loser at a party because I’m alone.”

“But you are being a loser at a party-” Thor was still not getting it and at this rate, Loki is just going to get a headache.

“You know what? Fine. Fine, I’m going now,” Loki cut his brother off before walking up to you now receiving your drink from the bartender. And just by sheer luck, you had to turn around just as Loki was about to tap your shoulder, causing you to run into him, spilling the drink all over the two of you.

“Shit I’m so sorry!” you quickly put the glass down before grabbing some napkins to clean up.

“Oh no, it’s my fault. I shouldn’t have snuck up on you like that,” Loki replied.

“What? Were you trying to jumpscare me?” you chuckled while handing him some napkins, before looking up at him to which you immediately recognized that face, “Loki right? The one who almost destroyed New York?”

Loki sighed before nodding feeling the embarrassment rise up in his chest. He knew this was going to happen. He’s always going to be known as the “outsider who destroyed New York.”

“Maybe this was a bad idea. Sorry to bother you,” Loki went to walk away and leave you to it but you spoke up.

“Hey hey, what’s the matter? Did I say something wrong?” You went to follow him.

“Oh, I just thought you didn’t want to talk to me as you started talking about the incident with New York,” Loki furrowed his brows in confusion. Why are you still talking to him? Usually, people would just watch him leave and start gossiping once he was out of earshot.

“You think I wouldn’t want to talk to you because of that?”

“Well, a lot of people don’t.”

You hummed to yourself before leading him over to an empty table in the middle of the Tower.

“Tell me about yourself.”

At this Loki’s brows shot up. He never met someone who would willingly listen to him outside of his mother. Maybe talking to you won’t be so bad.

heyo, just a quick update, I’m gonna be on a little hiatus 4 a while bc of exams!! i did my french speaking yesterday and ya girl got an A!! (must be french!five)

I miss you all and I’ll be back as soon as possible