So Why Does This Actually Make You Shift?

Can anyone recommend me any Peter Parker x Rogers! Reader fics??? Like I've been trying to find them, but there are hardly any..........I once found this amazing fic in which the reader was Steve's daughter and she was constantly bullied at school for being skinny like Steve and Peter had a huge crush on her?? Does anyone have any idea what was the title??

𝙼𝙰𝙸𝙽 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃

💯 super great fic║⭐️ chef’s kiss║💔 heartbreaking

❆ The Favourite by @rendevousz ⭐️

Summary: Reader is the baby avenger and everyone is platonically whipped for you.

❆ [Untitled] by @slutfornat ⭐️

Summary: Reader falls asleep and the Avengers can’t help but feel protective of her.

❆ Flipping a Story by @lazydoodlesandfanfic 💯

Summary: Reader has mind control powers and made use of them when she got bullied at school. She thought the Avengers were going to get mad at her for doing such a reckless thing, but it’s quite the opposite, really.

❆ [Untitled] by @sometimesiwriteandothershit

Summary: Headcanons for being an Avenger as a teenager.

❆ She’s Not Dying by @rae-is-typing

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Steve Rogers, Thor, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner x Reader

Summary: You have a cold, and Thor thinks you’re dying.

❆ Minor Injury, Overprotective Bucky by @rae-is-typing 💯

Pairings: (PLATONIC) mostly Bucky Barnes & Clint Barton x Reader

Summary: Reader gets injured in a mission and Bucky gets overprotective of her.

❆ Oops…? by @culturebay

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Bucky Barnes, Clint Barton, Thor x Reader

Summary: Reader accidentally murders somebody, and the boys try to cheer her up.

❆ [Untitled] by @culturebay

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Natasha Romanoff, Wanda, cameo of Clint Barton x Reader

Summary: It was girls’ movie night, but Nat and Wanda can’t stop teasing you.

❆ Being the Youngest Avenger Would Include… by @cumberhoe

Summary: Headcanon of what being the youngest Avenger would be like.

❆ Being the Youngest Avenger Would Include… by @onegayastronaut

Summary: Headcanon of what being the youngest Avenger would be like.

❆ Hug It Out by @imagine-assembling-the-avengers 💯

Summary: Reader always gives the best hugs to the Avengers anytime they need it. And when the reader needs one, every one of them joined in to hug her back.

❆ Where Do Babies Come From? by @lazydoodlesandfanfic 💯

Summary: The reader goes around the tower asking where do babies come from.

❆ Overprotective Much? by @lazydoodlesandfanfic

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Brother!Tony Stark & (Slight NON-PLATONIC) Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Steve has a crush on Tony’s little sister and Tony gets a little overprotective of her.

❆ I’ll Treat Her Like a Goddess by @afictionaladventure16

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Steve Rogers & (NON-PLATONIC) Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Steve gets overprotective when the reader told him she’s going out with Peter Parker.

❆ [Untitled] by @smilexcaptainx

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Peter Parker, Sam Wilson, (Hints of NON-PLATONIC) Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Reader is Peter’s partner, nailing Bucky down as Peter nails Falcon down. When Peter gets taken away, she stayed there and help them.

❆ [Untitled] by @smilexcaptainx

Summary: Reader gets injured and the Avengers is babying her.

❆ Dear Uncle by @welldonebeca

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Bucky Barnes, Bruce Banner, Sam Wilson x OC Character Sarah Rogers

Summary: This week at school, Sarah’s homework is to write love letters to the people she loved the most. Most of her classmates were set on writing for two people or three, but not her. She had too many people to choose from, which meant a lot of work to do.

❆ Pepper Potts’ Niece by @avengersandchill 💯

Summary: Your aunt happens to be the Pepper Potts. And she landed you a week at the Avengers Tower. You steal the hearts of the Avengers fast through your baking. But your vacation ends with a twist when HYDRA decides to attack the Tower, taking you hostage.

❆ Talent Show by @f-b-a-w-t-f-t

Pairings: Dad!Tony Stark, (PLATONIC) Natasha Romanoff and other Avengers x Reader

Summary: Reader signs up for a talent show and the Avengers came to see her.

❆ Magnets by @namjoon-koya

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Bucky Barnes, Tony Stark, Loki, Thor, Steve Rogers, (Slight NON-PLATONIC) Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Peter and the reader pulled pranks on Bucky and they ran for their life.

❆ Avengers Taking Care of You Would Include… by @namjoon-koya

Summary: Headcanon of what the Avengers taking care of you would be like.

❆ Are We There Yet? by @mangosoldier

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Steve decides Bucky needs a well deserved vacation, so a cross country road trip it is with Bucky’s favorite person, Sam Wilson. Oh, and of course Steve’s unwilling best friend, you.

❆ How To Deal With a Bunch of Aggravating, Overprotective Brothers by @marvelous-imagining ⭐️

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Tony Stark, Clint Barton, Thor, Sam Wilson, Scott Lang, Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda, Vision, (NON-PLATONIC) Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Reader is Steve’s girlfriend and all the other male Avengers are like her big bros. One day she went on an undercover mission with the Avengers monitoring her. Some guy flirts with the reader and chaos ensues which made her turn off her comms.

❆ Challenge Accepted by @afictionaladventure16

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Reader tends to screw up in missions, but Steve and Bucky decides to give her a chance to prove that she could do some more important action.

❆ When You Were Young by @volklana

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Thor, Steve Rogers, cameo of other Avengers, (Hints of NON-PLATONIC) Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Loki’s revenge falls upon the wrong person. Protective Bucky looks after the little reader.

❆ Water Gun Fights and the Arcade by @im-in-love-with-pizza-bites

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Bucky Barnes, cameo of other Avengers x Reader

Summary: You have a choice between shooting Bucky with a water gun or going to the arcade.

❆ Waking Up the Avengers by @avengers-fics

Summary: You get to wake up the team in your own way, every morning.

❆ Worthy of You by @wokeupinawalnut 💯

Summary: Reader finally got a date and the Avengers is on a spying mission to find out who the lucky man is.

❆ A Little Prankster by @wokeupinawalnut

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Natasha Romanoff, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Nick Fury, cameo of other Avengers x Reader

Summary: Reader turns into a kid and the Avengers have to take care of her since she pranks the other agents, especially Fury.

❆ [Untitled] by @randomfandomimagine 💯

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Thor, Peter Parker, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Tony Stark x Reader

Summary: How the Avengers would react to seeing a usually-sweet-and-soft reader turns into a total badass in their mission.

❆ [Untitled] by @moonlit-imagines

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Thor, Wanda Maximoff, Sam Wilson, James Rhodes, Clint Barton, Vision, Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Headcanons for being an Avengers and super affectionate.

❆ Being An Avengers Would Include… by @ynscrazylife

Summary: Reader is quiet at first, but what happens when she gets to know the others?

❆ Bad Driver by @ola-elaina

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes, (NON-PLATONIC) Shaun x Reader

Summary: 800 words of Sam and Bucky mocking the reader’s driving skills & bad flirting.

❆ Secret Child by @meganlpie

Pairings: Dad!Tony Stark, (PLATONIC) Pepper Potts, Steve Rogers, Thor, Natasha Romanoff, Bruce Banner x Reader

Summary: Reader is Tony’s secret toddler child.

❆ [Untitled] by @ech0rose

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Thor, Peter Parker, Wanda Romanoff x Reader

Summary: How the Avengers would react to you overworking yourself.

❆ Pouter by @t-w-i-t-c-h-y

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Pouters get tickled. More specifically by Steve.

❆ The Send Off by @itsallyscorner ⭐️

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Pepper Potts, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, (NON-PLATONIC) Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: The Avengers sending you off to prom.

❆ I Will Protect You by @justabigassnerd

Pairings: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Bucky Barnes, Clint Barton, cameo of Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: Reader is the youngest Avenger and the Avengers feel like it’s their responsibility to keep the reader safe.

❆ Lost by @that-sokovian-bastard

Summary: Reader is the youngest Avenger and she almost drowned. The Avengers gets protective of her.

❆ Making Amends by @imagine-assembling-the-avengers 💯

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Dad!Tony Stark, cameo of other Avengers x Reader

Summary: Reader—Tony’s kid—got kidnapped. But even with all the conflicts going on between Cap and Tony, Cap decides to rescue the reader together with Sam and Bucky.

❆ Molecular Thingamajig by @forever-more-never-again

Summary: Reader is left at the Avengers compound with Bruce when he unconsciously turned himself into the Hulk and accidentally injured the reader.

❆ You Took a Polaroid of Us by @ptersparkers 💔💯

Summary: The Avengers can’t seem to understand why you’re so obsessed with taking polaroids until they come across your scrapbook.

❆ Lost Part. I | Part. II by @notcaring99

Pairings: Evil!Loki, (PLATONIC) Natasha Romanoff, Tony Stark, OC Characters, cameo of other Avengers x Reader

Summary: Reader gets kidnapped by Loki because of her powers and the Avengers come to the rescue!

❆ Never Gone by @namjoon-koya

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Loki, Thor, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Bucky Barnes, Wanda, Vision x Reader

Summary: The Avengers thought the reader died after seeing her fall off a cliff, but luckily Thor and Loki found her.

❆ Goodbye by @im-in-love-with-pizza-bites 💔

Pairings: Dad!Tony Stark, (PLATONIC) Avengers, Pepper Potts x Reader

Summary: The Avengers and your friends find letters you wrote them before you died.

❆ Protective Part. I | Part. II by @ohmygoditsanthonyedwardstark

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Bucky Barnes, cameo of other Avengers, (Hints of NON-PLATONIC) Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Reader, a tiger shape-shifter, is on Team Cap, but what happens when she jumps in front of Peter to save him? (Civil War)

❆ You’re Badly Injured by @randomfandomimagine

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Clint Barton, Peter Parker, Natasha Romanoff, Bruce Banner x Reader

Summary: How the Avengers would react to you getting badly injured in a fight.

❆ Tough One by @namjoon-koya

Pairings: Dad!Steve Rogers, Brock Rumlow, (PLATONIC) mentions of other Avengers

Summary: The Avengers, especially the reader’s dad, Steve, gets worried when the reader got kidnapped by Rumlow. But surprisingly, she’s a badass.

❆ December 7th, 1941 by @afictionaladventure16

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Tony Stark, mentions of Bruce Banner x Reader

Summary: Reader has a time travel ability and got stuck in World War II.

Swinging By | Peter Parker

Word Count: 2.5K Pairing: Peter Parker [Earth 199999] x Female!Reader Requested: Yes [@spideysbaby: "Maybe a spiderman (tom) sneaking in your room thinking it's his sense your his neighbor"] A/N: Hope I did the request justice... even if I did post it really late 😬😬 My content will always be free, but if you’re feeling particularly generous, you can leave a tip on any of my posts to support me and my love of writing or buy me a coffeeTikTok • Instagram • Business | MASTERLIST If you’d like to be tagged in any other story: click here Make sure you have my notifications on so you know every time I post!

Swinging By | Peter Parker One Shot

Being Spiderman was hard work. 

Being Spiderman as a teenager that was still in high school was even harder. 

And Peter Parker was tired. More like exhausted. 

Of course, he enjoyed the role of superhero and getting to save people —he’d never take for granted having been bit by that radioactive spider. Still, he couldn’t help the fatigue that ransacked his body after every long day that passed. 

He wished it was easier. That he had an endless supply of energy he could distribute whichever way he saw fit. He would have enough for his friends, for Aunt May, the city of New York… maybe even for (Y/N), his downstairs neighbor, and the girl that filled his mind every hour of the day. 

He had seen her around the building. The very first time, she quickly caught his eye. It was the day her family had moved in. Peter had been too shy to say hi. He watched as the three of them walked in and out of the building with boxes in their hands, following the movers up and down the stairs.  

Peter had wanted to help them. But for some reason, his limbs had gone numb and he couldn’t bring himself to approach them. Any of them. He simply watched as they moved back and forth in the building until they disappeared into their new home. It was clear that he had missed his chance to introduce himself to the girl that was wearing a sweater from the New York Hall of Science. 

But May was always one step ahead and she had seen the longing stares her nephew would give to the girl every time she walked by. The boy had everything going for him. All he needed was a little push. And who better than his aunt to give it to him? 

May had made a batch of “homemade” cookies –which meant she had bought premade dough and followed the instructions– for the new neighbors. Conveniently, she had to run out to the office on a saturday morning and couldn’t drop them off, leaving Peter to take care of the task. 

“But, can’t you just leave it at their door with a note?” Peter whined as he felt anxiety bubbling in his body. “I’m sure they’ll appreciate it regardless.” 

“Oh, come on, Peter,” she chuckled as she struggled to put on her heels. “You swing from building to building and face aliens and magicians and criminals every day. I don’t think handing your neighbors a plate of cookies could compare.” 

“But…”

“Peter, I just need you to do this one thing for me, please,” she smiled sweetly. “I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

“Alright, fine,” the boy finally resigned. “See you tonight.” 

“Thank you, sweetie,” May called as she left through the door. “See you tonight.” 

Peter had stared intently at the seran-wrapped plate in his hands, hoping he had developed teleportation powers in his sleep. He could already feel the knot of anxiety pushing against the walls of his throat, constricting sounds and air back. He couldn’t face her, not without making a fool of himself —something he could be sure of without his spidey senses. 

He had decided to take the stairs, walking slower than humanly possible. But he wanted the time to build his confidence. He had been the Spider-Man for a little over eight months but he had met his match in the form of a girl his own age. 

Before he had known, he had reached apartment 2F. The door was mocking him, teasing his cowardice and  nervousness. All he had to do was raise his fist and knock on the door. 

“Get it together, Parker,” he spoke to himself in a hushed tone. “Just knock. All you have to do is knock on the door, leave the cookies, and go, nothing more. Just get it together. She might not even be there. It could just be her parents. Why are you so scared? It could just be her…”

“Can I help you?” A honey-laced voice broke him out of his trance as the door in front of him swung open. Her smile was as sweet as her voice and seeing her in passing did not compare to perusing her face at that moment. “You’re our upstairs neighbor; right?” 

“Uh, uh,” he stammered as his train of thought broke. “Yes. Neighbor. Me.”

“Yes. Neighbor. You,” she chuckled. “I’ve seen you around. Sorry I haven’t had a chance to introduce myself. I’m (Y/N).”

“Pretty,” he sighed contentedly. But as soon as he noticed the words that had left his mouth, his whole face had gone red. “I mean, your name is pretty. Not that you’re not pretty, but I was talking about your name.”

“I figured,” she smiled warmly. “And yours is?”

“Oh, it’s Peter. Parker. Peter Parker.”

“Well, Peter Parker, may I ask why you were rambling in our Ring camera for a minute or two?” (Y/N) questions kindly. “Not that I’d mind seeing a cute guy talking to himself at my front door.”

If it had been possible for his face to grow redder, it had. He was sure he had turned the same shade as a tomato. “Yes, cookies,” he scrambled for his answer. His hand extended quickly, showing her that he wasn’t some creep at her door. He had brought a treat. “My aunt baked them to welcome you and your family to the building.”

“That’s so nice of you,” she beamed. “And normally I’d invite you in and share them with you, but we’re actually on our way out.”

“Oh, of course. I wouldn’t want to impose either way/”  

“You could never, Peter Parker,”  she had smiled brightly at him. “But you should definitely come over soon. Might be some cookies left. Or I could make some brownies and send them your way.”  

“I love brownies!” Peter answered enthusiastically. “And I might just take you up on your offer someday soon.”  

“You better,” she had responded teasingly. “I’ll see you around the building then, Peter.”  

“See you around, (Y/N).”  

Seeing her around had turned into almost every other afternoon. And the building had turned into seeing her almost everywhere, including Midtown School of Science and Technology. Any free time he could find all he wanted was to spend it with (Y/N) – even if everything in his life was against it. The more he wanted to see her, the more the universe seemed to throw obstacles his way. A spike in criminality, another school project, Tony Stark calling him to the Avengers tower, everything that kept him from spending more time with her. 

And everything had made him more and more tired. 

For almost a month straight of coming home late at night, almost blind from exhaustion. His body had gone into auto-pilot. He would sneak into his room through his window, slip off his mask, and crash onto his bed to get at least three to four hours of sleep before he had to be up once more to do it all again. Peter could have made it into his bedroom with his eyes closed.  

Something he shouldn’t have attempted to do even if he could.

It had been a rather debilitating night. He could feel the warmth of blood pooling on his forehead, his muscles were tight and sore, his leg was throbbing, and all he wanted to do was sink into his bed and pass out for a week. 

Peter climbed the fire escape slowly, his eyes closed as he counted in his head the three flights of stairs that would lead him to his bedroom. His window gave him more trouble than normal, getting stuck halfway, something it had never done before. And when he slipped into his bedroom, he found it was darker than usual. But, all he wanted to do was sleep. Just sleep. 

He slipped off his mask, wincing as the fabric stuck slightly to the cut on his face. Once the cover-up was off, he finally took in the room he was in. Quickly enough, he noted it was not his. Where his bunk beds would be, rested a full bed with black and gold bedding. The desk that would normally be covered with figurines and papers was replaced by a neatly organized surface. And he definitely would have remembered hanging vines and string lights on his wall.

“Uh, Peter?” His eyes went as big as saucers as he figured whose room he was actually standing in. “What the hell?”  

The boy turned around quickly, feeling a sense of deja vu from when his aunt had found out his secret identity. He did his best to shield his suit, putting his brain into overdrive to come up with a plausible excuse for standing in the middle of her room dressed like New York’s one and only Spiderman. 

“I, uh,” he stammered. “I can explain.” 

“Peter, you’re hurt,” she gasped as she turned on the lights in her room. “Sit. I’ll get the first aid kit.” 

Peter was dumbfounded. He was expecting her to freak out like Ned, or curse at him like aunt May. Instead, (Y/N) seemed far more worried about the cuts on his face than the fact that he was a secret superhero. 

He took a seat on her desk chair, placing a discarded towel he’d found in her laundry basket, too afraid of staining her furniture. As he waited for her to come back, his eyes studied her room. His gaze fell upon a bundle of pined pictures on her wall, specifically on a picture from the month before. 

They had spontaneously decided one afternoon to go to Central Park with Ned and MJ. They had walked, they had laughed, they had eaten ice cream, and, unbeknownst to him, MJ had snapped a picture of them as (Y/N) cleaned a drip of strawberry ice cream from his chin. But what stood out to him was the way her eyes shined as she looked at him. It was a gaze he had never noticed before on her. 

“Got it,” she breathed as she came back into the room. “I just hope it’s enough. It doesn’t look that deep.” 

(Y/N) settled before him, quickly going to work on cleaning his face. She poured alcohol onto a cotton pad, using the softest touch to not hurt him more than he already was. Her concentration zoned in on every cut, making sure not a single one was left behind. 

Peter couldn’t help but memorize her face. The way her tongue peaked out slightly from her lips, the small furrow of her brows, and the little scrunch of her nose. He could have stared at her for the rest of time and he would have been okay with that. 

“Alright,” she sighed. “All done. Is there any other wound concealed in this onesie?” 

“Oh, uh, I don’t think so,” he chuckled. “My body might just be insanely bruised.” 

“Do you need some ice?” (Y/N) worriedly asked. “Might not have enough for your whole body but I have enough for the most important areas.” 

“I’m okay,” he smiled. Peter stared curiously at her. They had spent over twenty minutes together and she had yet to mention the biggest elephant in the room –she didn’t give any indication that she would do so. “(Y/N), why, uh, why aren't you freaking out?” 

“I did. There was visible blood on your face but it’s gone now.” 

“No, (Y/N). I’m talking about the whole Spiderman thing,” he pointed. “You’ve barely reacted to the fact that I’m standing before you, dressed as Spiderman, with wounds on my face.” 

(Y/N) did something that he had not expected. She laughed. “I’ve known for a while now, Peter,” she said. “You might be quiet and sneaky when you’re out catching bad guys and saving the world, but you leave all your stealthiness in the street. Once you’re home, you tend to make a lot of noise. I saw you one time when I couldn’t sleep. I had been staring out my window trying to find anything to tire my eyes when I saw a flash of red and blue land on the fire escape. Don’t think Spiderman would have too much business with you, so I just assumed.” 

“So you saw me… as Spiderman?” Peter confirmed. “And you didn’t say anything.” 

“I didn't feel like it was my place,” she shrugged. “I wanted to wait until you trusted me enough to tell me.” 

“I do trust you,” he whispered, afraid that she would take his secrecy incorrectly. “I just… I just wanted to keep you separate from all of this. I don’t know what I would do if I put you in danger. I care about you, (Y/N).” 

“Oh,” she smiled before she noted the underlying sentiment behind Peter’s brown eyes. “Oh.”

“Yeah, oh,” he chuckled. Peter then tested the waters, standing from the chair and getting closer to her. “I’ve wanted to get closer to you whilst keeping you at arm’s length in order to protect you because I know just how dangerous it is to even be associated with me. All I’ve wanted is to keep you safe.”       

“Is it corny to say I can keep myself safe?” (Y/N) chuckled, taking his hands in hers. “I know it’s crazy but anything is worth it if I can… get closer to you.” 

“I would never let anything happen to you,” he whispered. “Even if I had to sleep outside your window every night.”

(Y/N) chuckled softly, releasing one of his hands to place a comforting palm on his cheek. “I don’t need your protection, Peter,” she said, her fingers tracing his features. “I need you safe. And well-rested. You look tired.” 

“I am,” he confessed with a sigh, closing his eyes at the warmth of her hand. “But, for you, I would never sleep again.” 

“I would rather you sleep, Peter,” the girl responded. “Why don’t you lay down for a bit? I’ll get you a shirt and some sweatpants. Wouldn’t want you stumbling around in a Spiderman suit and all exhausted like that.” 

“Honestly, I cannot deny that request,” Peter chuckled. “I don’t think I could make it up the fire escape tonight. But, I do want to do something before.” 

“What is it?”

“Can I kiss you?” he asked meekly. 

“Please,” she breathed.

With a smile, he closed all distance between them and placed his lips onto hers. He reveled in the warmth of her lips, enjoying the softness and plumpness of them. It was everything he had daydreamed of for months on end… except the suit… and the wounds… and the sluggishness. Other than for those things, it was perfect.  

“Want me to get those clothes now?” (Y/N) chuckled as they broke the kiss. “I think you should rest for a bit.”

“Only if we can kiss some more after.” 

“We can kiss any time you swing by,” she grinned. “I might just keep leaving my window unlocked for you.”

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I'm sorry but i'm so sick of shit like this. I don't know you Patricia and with that attitude i don't care to get to know you.

Why has Marvel suddenly become the poster child for everything wrong in this world? For the 100th time no, Marvel movies are not all the same and they're not ''souless''. Anyone saying this, obviously hasn't even tried to watch a Marvel movie. Ever thought that maybe these characters/stories resonate with people? Cause let me tell you, i've felt more emotions from a Marvel movie than i have from some ''high art'' bullshit.

And the AI shit, really? Lesser people have tried and failed to copy the MCU bc they lacked the heart and soul it took for the MCU to be built in the first place, and u think that an AI could write a Marvel movie and have it be good????? Be serious, even the worst Marvel movie would be better than the best an AI can "come up with". Also, implying that the work put into Marvel projects is as shit as the "work" of an AI, is insulting to the countless of talented artists who have been working their asses off in every single project. Instead of doing shit like this, ever thought that you should use your platform for sth good? Like idk, talking about the REAL issues AI is causing to art? Don't you, as an artist, understand that AI is a threat to everyone? To art itself?

But i guess you've all learned the trick by now. Want attention = start talking shit about the MCU. At least be more creative, this technique has gotten old

I'm bored, Patricia 🥱🥱

This was soooo cute 🥰

9.45pm - Peter Parker

summary ↠ you work the closing shift at a bakery and Spider-Man makes a habit of appearing at 9.45pm to walk you home. 

word count ↠ 3.7k

warnings ↠ a lil bit of angst/hurt and comfort. minor descriptions of injury. a bit of swearing, but this is mostly fluff.

a/n ↠ I really loved writing this one. I felt so happy the whole time and ! I am very excited for people to read it, so I hope you enjoy it :)) I’ve also recently redone my taglist, so if you’re interested in that, it should be linked at the bottom of the post. feedback always appreciated!

THE BAKERY YOU WORK AT is one of New York’s hidden gems. Tucked away beneath a level of luxurious townhouses, the small space is covered in vintage artwork, bright leafy plants, and warm exposed lightbulbs that cast a web of kaleidoscopic light across the space. Your regulars love the way it’s their secret, love the way it’s as if they’re walking into their own secret hiding space every time they creep down the green metal staircase and walk in through the jangling door, and you love the way it’s like a little community revolves around the place. The air is always alight with the scent of fresh pastries and sound of relaxed laughs, and there really isn’t anywhere else you’d rather escape to after school.

You always work the closing shift on weekdays, slipping down into the shop at 5pm and locking up at 10pm. It’s always the quietest hours for the bakery - the best loaves of bread and the most perfectly iced cupcakes are always snatched up by commuters in the morning, so the only groups of people who wander into the bakery when you’re there are those on the lookout for discounted baked goods. It’s always relaxed, and as the hours creep by, more than often you find yourself being paid to sit behind the counter and read a book than actually deal with any customers, so it’s a winning combination all around.

Your job at the bakery is normal and unassuming. That is, until the night Spider-Man stumbles into your shop.

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YAAAAASSSSSSSS 💖💖💖💖

anyway, reblog if…

a) you’re in the mcu spiderman fandom

b) you ship spideychelle

c) you’re an irondad fan

i really need more mutuals. and, as usual, stark*r shippers DO NOT INTERACT. I’ll block you if you do

OMG yes part 2!!!!!! THIS IS A MASTERPIECE

Arranged Marriage | T.H

Pairings: Mob!Tom x reader

Warnings: mentions of sex

Summary: reader who is the daughter to the most notorious mob boss in London is forced to marry mob boss Tom

A/N: part 2?? Let me know!

Standing in front of the large full length mirror, you glance at yourself in the reflection while your mother hurried around you, arranging the long train of your long dress and tightening the straps on your shoulders. A veil was perched on top of your curls, a golden tiara encrusted with white diamonds kept it pinned into place. Your mother stole a quick glance at your face in the mirror, and instantly stopped fussing over you to place a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

“Sweetheart,” she began, sympathy evident in her tone as she watched a single tear slide down your cheek. “You know your father wouldn’t of arranged this marriage if he didn’t think it was the right thing to do.” Grabbing a tissue from the dresser, she gently dabbed at your tear stained face, careful not to smudge your makeup.

“How is signing your only daughter over to a mobster without her knowledge the right thing to do, mum?” That heartbreaking question was the first time you spoke all morning since the night before, when your father announced the news for your marriage to Tom Holland to be finalised immediately. Your family have been at odds with his family for generations dating back to the 1800’s, your father would always say that no amount of money offered could settle the bad blood your family had shared with ‘that pack of heathens’, as he liked to call them. For no cost could ever be agreed upon for the trust and respect that goes into doing business with such people. Until one afternoon, when an offer proposed by a frail, dying Don Holland presented itself by a telegram message written from his deathbed as he settled the last of his affairs. That offer being you.

“I wasn’t entirely supportive of the arrangement too, but as you know dear, your father is not one to negotiate such matters with. I think it would be good for all as time goes on.” Your mother said as she grabbed your hand and gave it a light squeeze in reassurance. Although this plan didn’t lie in the hands of your mother, you did feel some resentment for both parents. “It’ll be good for his business, not for his daughter.” you sighed as you turned to walk away from your mother to sit on the end of your bed. “I always dreamed of marrying someone I loved…” You thought to yourself as your mind drifted off to the thought of Harrison, the handsome young butler who has been the reason for your bed remaining vacant and unoccupied as of late, for lonely nights alone had lead you into the comforting arms of the blue eyed lad, who resided in a single bed dormitory located at the third wing of the mansion where your grandfather had an old wine cellar renovated into servant quarters many years ago.

“You haven’t even met Thomas yet. I heard he is a real gentleman, and very charming.” Your mother replied, casting a playful wink at you as she started to adjust the tiara in your hair. You rolled your eyes and swatted her hand away from you as you stood up. It wasn’t until you smoothed your sweaty palms over your lace dress that you had noticed the hundreds and thousands of tiny pearls woven into the details of the dress. The designer was a mystery to you as your mother had it flown from Paris early this morning, but nether the less, it was gorgeous.

A light tap on your bedroom door awoke you from your daze. Walking across your bedroom, you opened the heavy door where your father’s assistant stood on the other side, a small delicate white box held in his hand immediately gaining your attention.

“Good morning Miss Y/N,” the assistant who’s name you can never remember said. “I have a delivery from Mr Holland.” Confused, you hastily grasped the box from the man and carried it to your large four poster bed, eagerly pulling and untangling the fine pink silk ribbon that adorned the otherwise boring, plain white box. Your mother hurried to your side as you lifted the lid, curiosity getting the better of you both as you were both stunned by what was inside. A gorgeous diamond necklace, like nothing you had seen before was sitting before you. Reflecting the light of the room from the many stones that coated it glimmered from each and every angle. A note was tucked in behind it that read:

“For my beautiful bride. With love, T.H”

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L-O-V-E

(Any) Peter Parker x fem!reader

Summary: You and Peter finally say the three magical words

WC: 1.2k

A/N: I’m so sappy. The Weeknd’s Stargirl Interlude did this to me?? Hit me like a truck with soft vibes?? Have a taste of soft Peter I guess??? (Also an excuse to use this screenshot lol)

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Reblog if you think a woman can be complete without children

Trying to prove a point to my parents

😭😭😭😭 Part 2 please 🥺🥺

𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦, 𝘪 𝘢𝘮 𝘢 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘭 - (p.p. x reader drabble - angst)

i cannot cry, nor can i touch the way i used to. my fingertips are pruned with my tears and my heart is heavy with sorrow. what has he done to me, oh, what has he done?

summary: empty promises that filled the silence between you gave you a sense of hope, something you longed for after the events of the blip. but what good do his lies do when he can never live up to them?

pairing: peter parker x f! reader (peter x mj)

warnings: toxic behavior

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"Peter?"

He looks up, his eyes trained on you as you nervously fiddle with your fingers, leg shaking slightly as glance around his room, at the pictures he kept framed on his desktop and the project he was working on in the corner.

"Yeah?" He went back to twerking some litter things on his machine, his little curls bouncing ever so slightly as he moved around in his chair, his fingers flying as they did their own little dance.

"I wanted to ask, if..." You entered his room but it didn't feel very welcoming.

Peter didn't seem very welcoming.

You looked at the pictures he taped on the wall, noting that some of yours had been taken down, replaced by him, Ned and MJ when they had gone to Italy, their beaming face taunting you as you gulped.

"Are we good?"

You watched as he slowly set down the screwdriver, his chair creaking as he swiveled around, his eyebrows brought together in confusion as he assessed the question, noting anything he could have done wrong this past week.

"I don't see why not?" He offered you that lopsided grin of his, the one that always made you falter to speak, the one that always made your heart erratically thump away.

You sighed, bringing your hands together as you sat on his bed, staring at your shoes as you spoke, "I'm overreacting, I know I am," You glanced at him, "It's just that we don't talk anymore. A-And I haven't seen you these past three weeks, even though we pass each other in the halls, an-and Ned kept talking to MJ about this plan of hers, I just," You held your face in your hands, embarrassment, and shame crawling under your skin as you hid away the tear marks.

"I just feel like you don't really love me anymore."

You heard a loud thump and he was in front of you before you could tell, his gentle hand grasping as your wrists tugging them down so that he cud clearly see your face, his lips turned down a frown as he looked you over.

"Y/n, I'm so sorry, so" He placed a kiss on the palm of your left hand, "So," He kissed the palm of your right hand, "Sorry," He gently brought your face closer to his so that he could kiss the crown of your head.

He carefully sat down next, his mattress denting under the added weight as he pulled you into his shoulder, resting your head under his as he comfortingly rubbed your arms.

"I know I haven't been attentive these past few weeks, I've just been so busy with my suit and everything it's just," He did a small explosion sound, his hands animating it out, "So crazy right now, I haven't been able to focus on anything else." He laughed softly, bumping you against him as he did so.

You quickly wipe those petty tears away as you nodded quickly, nestling into his warmth more as you had come to miss it so, listening to him go on and on about his new deal with Happy and the shoes he has to fill in place of your father.

".....You're a Stark, you should know...." He continued on about something, and your brain forced itself to listen to his speech about how much MJ was helping him with his new web slingers and you felt perhaps even worse than you did before.

But in his room, you felt safe and happy, no matter how much you felt like crying in the arms of your beloved as he spoke of somebody else the way he used to speak of you.

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At school, it was worse.

You didn't share any classes with him or his friends, and your lunch was filled with their conversations and you trying to join in, but them just talking over you.

For the third time, you deflated, pushing the must corn the school offered around with your fork as you listened to MJ and Peter rave about the velocity his new web slingers would shoot.

"And," Peter had to gulp for air, his face tinted red with excitement as MJ jumped over his, adding something new, and Ned watching with an amused expression as they worked off of each other.

"I think that if you changed the-" You went to say but Ned said something you didn't quite catch, and Peter and MJ were quick to hop onto his idea, writing it down in their notebook as they listened to what he had to say.

"My dad showed me that if you-" You scotched a little closer to them, blaming the mistake on the fact that you were sitting a little bit farther from them, but Peter place his notebook down on the place you were going to sit, so you sat still, awkwardly looking around for some help but the other two people were engrossed in what he had to say.

"Hey, Pete," You gently nudged his hand and he nodded to something MJ said, ignoring your quiet please until he no longer could.

"What?" He looked over his shoulder, eyebrows raise and you grimaced, biting your cheek as you shook your head, and just as quickly he turned back around, not facing you anymore as he listened to what Ned had to say about his suit.

You glanced up at the clock, calculating that there was only around five minutes until the bell rang, and your shoulder sunk once more, your head throbbing as yet another day went by unsuccessful.

You blamed it on yourself. You know you were stronger, better, louder than this. It wasn't like you to shy away, but you also had your dad to help you through most of it.

With him gone, all you really had was Peter.

And with a final look at him, you could tell he was much more interested in picking out the color for his mask than the act that you felt like his love was slowly eating you alive.

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"Hey, Peter?"

It was a day after school, like any other, but it felt stranger. Like it did that night in the room like it did those days in lunch.

"Yeah, Y/n?"

He stopped walking, apologizing to MJ as he jogged back to where you were standing, looking over every now and then to where MJ was waiting for him as he loudly sighed.

"Do you wanna hang out at the compound tonight? Sam and Bucky are gonna be in and we wanted to have a movie night, you know-"

He grabbed your hand, rubbing it in soothing smiles as he gave you an apologetic smile as he shook his head.

"I'm so sorry babe but me and MJ made plans to watch A New Force at my place," He screwed his eyes shut, almost as if he regretted asking:

"Do you want to watch with us?"

And you knew it was a lost cause, you would tell that even if you said yes it would be the two of them watching as you observed.

And so you shook your head, leaving him with the one he truly cared for as you made your way back home, knowing that you weren't the one Peter Parker truly loved,

Never the one that he would truly look in the eye and care for.