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@anoynmoustumbler

xie/xiem/they/them - 23 - MultiStan - AnimeNerd - SopeSupporter LGBTQ+
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- masterlist

disclaimer: these are collections of scenes that happen with one couple within their story / verse, not traditional chaptered fics. you can read them standalone or in whatever order you please. they're organized in chronological order here

and I will do the best I can, with the little that I know tim drake x reader x conner kent - please just stay with me tonight (and please don't let tomorrow come)

damn your love, damn your lies roy harper x reader - we're strangers these days (but that has to be enough)

hope here needs a humble hand platonic bruce wayne x reader, platonic batfamily x reader - it comes and it goes (but it always comes back) - there's an anger in me (I think I learned it from you)

absinthe makes the heart grow fonder rockstar au // poly marauders x reader - you said you'd stay with us (you swore you'd still be you)

but isn't bite also touch? simon riley x reader - I need an altar to pray to (I need a hand on my shoulder)

this lust is a burden that we both share din djarin x reader - this fear is a part of me (please don't take my hope away)

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Anonymous asked:

hihihhiihhihi!!

can i send in a request for remus lupin x ditzy!reader?

like remus is trying to do his hw for an exam the next day and reader keeps bothering him for attention and he’s just like “no i’m busY for a test tomorrow” and reader is like “well you can study for it some other time tomorrow” n he’s just like “what?”

it’s okay if you don’t understand it lmao

Talk now, Study Later

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Warnings: none! Fluffy

Word Count: 900 (on the short side, im sorry. It's worth it though for the fluff i promise.)

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Hey, I love your Batfam work! Is there any chance you could do a whump/angst one of batsis being kidnapped by a villian(you can choose whoever you want) and she’s tortured for days with it being broadcasted to the Batfam while they try to track the footage. I feel kinda bad but can you do maybe some head trauma md severe burns? Maybe she has to be put in a medically included coma or smth because of the damage? Also is there any way you could include Barb and Duke along w/ the four robins? If not that’s totally cool! Sorry for the long request but I hope you have a great day!!

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Anonymous Requested: batfam x batsib reader whos the youngest and newest robin and is just really goofy and doesn’t take anything seriously (ex: them blaring “who’s the (bat)man” on the comms during patrol [that songs stuck in my head i had to mention it]) and something happens, maybe their first close encounter to death or a run in with the joker and they just become a shell of who they were and stuff

Jokes On Me

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Note: My god im so sorry this literally took me forever to write, thank you so much for being patient. I've been trying to write this all week but just couldn't sit down for long enough to finish it.

Warnings: Torture, blood, burns.

Word Count: 2.5k

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THE BETTER DAMIAN

“Beloved…”

Damian stared at you and then your new pet.

“Hm?”

You looked at him innocently. Eyes wide in anticipation of his following words.

“I enjoy your competitive spirit. I truly do.” He pinched the bridge of his nose.

How did you even get this thing? He had been keeping track of all your heists recently but never heard of you going to the zoo or anything.

Sometimes he wishes he agreed on Tim’s offer of 24/7 surveillance. Damn it. If only that didn’t mean his older brother got to see you in your bed/bathroom too.

“Get to the point, Wayne.”

“Maybe a panther is a bit too much?”

“You’re just jealous cause I’m spending more time with the better Damian.”

“That’s besides the point.”

So you are jelly!

“Yes. Yes I am.”

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The Greatest Heist of All. . .

(How they react to your pet - Slytherin Boys x Reader)

Plot; Niffler inspired crackfics

Pairings; Sebastian Sallow x Reader (Romantic), Ominis Gaunt x Reader (Romantic)

Warnings; jealousy, coarse language, floofity fluff

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starandcloud

The Stars Above

It wasn't supposed to happen like this. You weren't supposed to be involved. You were supposed to be at home, out of harm's way. You were supposed to be there when he got home

But...

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Lately it's been raining in my town, so I had an idea, how do you think Spider-Noir would protect the reader from the rain? Would he give her an umbrella or would he give her his coat?

Do you think Noir would give the reader a kiss in the rain? 😏🌧

- Crystal ✨️💞

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Thank you Crystal! Hope you like it :)

Walking in the Rain

Spider-Man Noir x Female reader

Summary: Reader and Peter are on a walk and it suddenly rains, causing them to run to shelter as Peter gives her his coat. They share a few kisses and get back home, sharing a few more.

Warnings: Fluff! Pet names and lots of romance, very on-brand for Noir. Kinda suggestive at the end there! What if I wrote a part two... what would you guys think?

A/N: Thanks for all of the continued love! Requests are still open. I love reading all of them although it takes me some time to actually write them. So please don't lose hope that I will write your request if I don't answer it right away :D

You and Peter were out for a walk. It was your average New York evening, except for the sudden sprinkle of rain starting to come down. Also, it was getting quite dark and cold. You wore a simple house dress and some comfortable flat shoes, not thinking much of it as the walk was supposed to be short anyway. It ended up lasting much longer than anticipated, with both of you conversing about your day. He wore his usual white button-down with black dress pants and a trenchcoat. 

You both looked up at the sky as the first few droplets came down, catching you off guard. “Oh, no,” he said disappointedly, watching as you giggled and grabbed his arm, leading him to the nearest shelter. He followed swiftly behind, both of you smiling now. After successfully getting away from the rain, you held your upper arms, shivering from the cold wetness. Your hair and clothes were damp now, but Peter was fairly dry except for the outer layer of his coat. He noticed your quivering and quickly took off said coat, shaking off some of the rain and holding it out to you. “Please take it, dear, I can’t allow my lady to be in such distress,” he went on dramatically as you accepted the coat. “Thank you, Peter,” you blushed and chuckled, hastily putting it on.

 It was long and large on you. You looked up at Peter with a grin, holding your arms up in a playful manner to show him the size difference. He smiled wider, bringing a hand out to adjust the shoulder of the coat to cover you better as you looked down at his actions. You both were grinning idiots, occupied with this sweet moment, it only becoming more romantic as your eyes met, his deep with love and yours softening. He brought his hand up to your cheek, cupping it as his thumb caressed the area. He was the first to lean in, bringing his lips close and kissing yours. As he closed his eyes, the rainwater dripped from his hat and onto his nose, trickling towards your skin. You kissed back, changing the positions of your faces making it only deepen. You parted for a moment, murmuring, “Such a gentleman,” to which he responded with a smirk, kissing you harder and wrapping an arm wound your waist. You put your arms around his shoulders and chuckled a bit more, seeing the rain pour down behind him. 

“Race ya,” you blurted, running with Peter’s trench coat above your head. He was left high and dry, the kisses only getting more passionate before he caved in and ran after you. You got to the front steps of your apartment before him, laughing heartily with your hands on your hips and bending over as he was still making his way. He stopped at the steps, looking up at you perched on them. As he tried to catch his breath he stared at you with total adoration, making your laughter turn into the familiar blushing you always felt whenever he did this. His entire self was now drenched, but he didn't mind, all that mattered was you, looking as beautiful as ever, even in your house dress and messy hair. What really topped the cake was seeing his coat completely covering your smaller frame. “You’re pretty as a picture,” he said exasperatedly. You shooed him teasingly but were swooning under the masquerade. “Come inside, you lover boy,” you unlocked the door and swung it open, walking inside and shrugging off his coat. You looked back to see him making his way up the stairs but still ogling at you as you strained your wet hair between your hands. You blushed more and rolled your eyes as he closed the door behind him, making his way over to you. He pinned you against the wall with his soaked white shirt, not leaving much to the imagination. He snaked both hands around your waist again, smirking in the kiss as he mumbled, “Oh, darling, I love you”.

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After a short break, I am back:) and as you might have noticed I am working on an East Asian-inspired set. The FAYUN Set will stretch over the next three months and I will focus on Bedroom, Living room, and Exterior/ Garden items.

The inspiration was built up over a few months, especially inspirational to me is the Aman Fayun (hence the name) and the last straw that broke the camel's back was when I found a detailed book about Ming and Qing dynasty furniture and how it was made. I mainly concentrated on Ming Dynasty pieces, I just love their shapes and elegance. With all the history attached to those pieces, I want to use them in a modern way and will combine them with a few western style items.

As you can see in the pictures this month is the bedroom month. I worked on different storage items, a cabinet, a clothing rack (inspired by an ancient balance scale holder), and a chest. I sculpted a lot of details into the wood for the first time ( little holes and scratches) to bring it to life :) I also created a new wood texture for those items too.

For this set I created new dramatic floor-length bedding and a fabric-covered bedframe, somehow I always see that type of bed in Axel Vervoordt interiors and it's only about time I bring it into your games :D and there will be sofas in that style coming next month :) Inspired by Aman Fayun I created a love seat, an armchair a canopy for the bed, and a screen.

There has been a bit of a learning curve this month, I experimented with more organic shapes and created hanging clothes for the clothing rack, that task was tough but I am really happy about the outcome, it's all hand modeled and sculpted. Maybe I create a few CAS pieces in the future and find back to my roots as a fashion designer. One last mention: there is a little table mirror and book clutter.

This set is now on Early Access and will go public on the 5th of November

Lots of Love and happy building,

Felix xxxxxxxxx

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Ross Hair

This is a hair inspired by Ross Lynch because why not lol

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whosmorales

Dance with me - Spider Noir x Reader

A/N: thanks so much for the request @halfshadows6 ! I honestly wanted to originally add this into my first one but I’m glad it’s getting a fic of it’s own! I don’t think I’ll make it all that linked to my first fic so anyone can read it without having to read the other one :)

Warnings: fluff? Swearing. Sexual jokes. Generally pg-13 language with a really fluffy story line.

It had to be at least 11 pm by now. Miles and Gwen were at their school all week, Peter B was visiting MJ, and Penni and Peter Porker always seemed to pass out by 9:00.

That left you and Peter Noir. You were working on a draft of an art project you and Miles planned on spray painting over the weekend, and he was observing. He seemed to be absolutely fascinated by your colored pencils and markers that you used.

At one point, you decided you might as well make conversation with him. You looked over your shoulder so your noses were almost touching, which he seemed to jump a little at. You smiled softly, trying to communicate to him that he could calm down now.

“Hey.” You said pleasantly, keeping your face close to his and keeping eye contact, but making sure to do it gently, not in an aggressive way that could startle him.

He gave you a silent smile and a wave, knowing that if he opened his mouth, he’d sputter out some word vomit. Your smile widened a little and you turned back around to your drawing.

It seemed out of nowhere to him when you asked. “Could you pass me my phone? I want to play some music.” But he complied, grabbing the phone on Aunt May’s wall and holding it out to you. You still had your back turned to him before he coughed to get your attention, then you turned around to see him intently holding the old telephone, waving it to you, dead serious.

You tried to hold in your laughter, which only resulted in a loud snort noise to come out of your nose before you were almost rolling on the floor laughing. You didn’t know why it was so funny to you, but the fact that you needed sleep desperately and the clock was almost at midnight now probably contributed to it.

“What?” He said, sounding genuinely confused, with a little bit of hurt in his voice. You quickly collected yourself and looked up at him again.

“No no no no no” you said, frantically waving your hands. “You’re fine. I’m just so tired that even Peter B’s dumb jokes would be comedy gold to me right now.”

His expression softened as he watched you snatch your phone off the counter.

“that’s a PHONE?” He exclaimed, causing you to giggle a little more.

“Yep. And I’m gonna play some music for us on it.” You grinned. “I’m thinking the Beatles, only about 30 years after you, you’d like them.”

That earned you a smile from him. He looked down for a second to clean his glasses, and he smiled at you again as he pushed them up his nose, though it was so subtle you hadn’t noticed.

You scrolled through YouTube before landing in twist and shout and grinned widely pressing play.

“Come on Mr. Monochrome! Dance with me!” You said as you twirled to the iconic song playing. He rolled his eyes playfully before grabbing your hand mid spin and pulling you towards him gently, spinning you under his arm. You giggled and glanced up at him, feeling yourself flush when you noticed the grin on his face.

That’s how your guys’ tradition started.

Every month you’d choose a new decade of music in no exact order, and you’d find different times during the month to dance to the music like idiots. Sure, Miles liked to tease you about it, but you’d remind him that he wasn’t exactly one to talk, considering a girl had to shave half her head because of his powers.

Fast forward to today. It was a Friday night, and it had to be past 12:00 by now, and you had chosen the 70s, one of your favorite musical decades. You sang bohemian rhapsody to yourself quietly while you scrolled through YouTube looking for a song, which caught Noirs attention.

“If I’m not back again this time tomorrow, carry on, carry on.” Your voice sang in a way that sounded absolutely angelic to him, causing him to basically melt on the spot.

“You uh- you have a really pretty voice Y/N” he stuttered awkwardly, which caught you off guard, since you hadn’t noticed him listening.

You grinned at him. “Thanks dude, I used to play at open mic nights, but I haven’t really gone since my spider woman duties took over my life. Not that I’m complaining or anything, I mean I love you guys.”

He cut you off. “Well you sound beautiful. What’s that song?” He looked like he’d heard an angel sing to him, and he felt like he had too.

You quickly clicked bohemian rhapsody on YouTube, since you were already searching for queen songs. You held your hand out to him, but it felt different than other times you guys danced together. You were almost like a middle school boy asking a girl to a school dance for the first time, shy and innocent. He placed his hand in yours, holding it for a few seconds before the song started.

Is this the real life?

Is this just fantasy?

You swing your arms around his neck when the slow piano started to play and swayed slowly, looking down and singing quietly. You were just wearing an old Spider-Man tee shirt and gray sweatpants, but to him you were a goddess.

As the guitar solo began, he broke the silence between you two by yawning softly. You made eye contact with him and gave him a cheesy smile. “Hey” You said, trying not to laugh as you did your best impression of Miles. He chuckled and smiled at you. You heard a couple piano keys before realizing where the song.

“Oh I fucking love this part!” You whisper shouted.

I see a little silhouetto of a man

Scaramouch Scaramouch will you do the fandango?

Thunder, bolts of lightning, very very frightening me

“Galileo!” You sung happily, in a high pitcher voice, which surprised Noir. He wore and expression that screamed I have no idea what the hell is going on but I’m far too tired to question it.

Before you knew it the song came to an end. You basically went through a quote unquote emotional roller coaster with Peter Noir, switching between totally platonic slow dancing, rocking out, or mumbling ‘nonsense’ as he’d call it.

You let out a long yawn and leaned into Noirs side, feeling his arm wrap around you and sinking into his touch.

“I’m gonna sleep on the couch, care to join me?” You muttered only half sarcastically. To your surprise he nodded before picking you up bridal style to walk you over there, making you burst into a fit of giggles while he just smiled tiredly. He set you down next to the couch and lie down on the couch, patting the bit of space next to him. You smiled weakly and grabbed a random blanket from the floor, practically throwing yourself on the couch, you felt Noir press a soft kiss to your forehead, and before you could realize what he’d done, he seemed to be knocked out.

The next morning, you woke up to whispers nearby you, but refused to open your eyes.

“Do you think they…you know?”

“Miles that’s disgusting! Plus they’re both fully clothed.”

“Yeah well they’re practically one person right now so excuse me if it’s a little surprising when those two are the first thing we see when we walk through the door!”

“Shhh she’s waking up dumbass!”

You instantly recognized the voices of Miles and Gwen and began to push yourself up from the couch. Except, it wasn’t the couch. You looked up to see Peter Noir, his glasses hanging from his hand slung over the side of the couch, the other hand around your waist, holding you close. His lips brushed your forehead when you looked up and he was snoring lightly.

“Hey Gweeeeen, hi Milessssss” You said as causually as you could, considering you were dropping Noir’s arm off of you and pushing yourself off his thick sweater.

You heard Miles mutter something to Gwen along the lines of “you owe me five bucks” that was responded to by an annoyed grunt while they both walked out.

A few minutes later, you watched Peter Noirs eyes flutter open. He looked so…peaceful. It felt so natural, spending the night in his arms. He pressed a quick kiss to your cheek, which you doubt he’d realized, because if he had it probably wouldn’t have felt so calm.

“So.” You said, feeling so comfortable that it was almost not awkward when he kissed your cheek. “Do you wanna listen to bohemian rhapsody again?”

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whosmorales

Kiss the girl - Spider Noir x reader

A/N: there’s no where near enough spider noir fanfics so I decided to take a crack at it. I’ve never written one before though so I sincerely apologize if this stinks.

Warnings: swearing, fluff I guess?? General bad writing

“I need you to fake date me” you said to Peter (Peter Noir to be specific, not the pig or the old, sad man, as much as you loved the two.)

Peter sighed and took of his thick, round glasses to clean them off on his sweater as he supported himself by leaning one arm on the kitchen counter. “And what is this for exactly?” He inquired, his dark eyes locking with yours before he pushed his glasses back up his nose.

You felt yourself get flustered when you realized how stupid you must sound to him right now. “Weeeelllllll..I may or may not have made a bet with Miles. We agreed that whoever could get someone from the spider crew to go out with them first would get twenty dollars from the other one.” You said, avoiding his gaze slightly.

“And why me?” He asked in a slightly soft voice.

“Well, dating a pig would just be weird, Peter B is almost twice my age and is just patching things up with MJ, Penni is like my little sister, and Miles is totally pining over Gwen, I’m trying to win a bet, not break the kids heart.” You rambled, casually deciding not to mention that you wouldn’t mind dating him for real, instead of just for twenty dollars.

He sighed softly in response before making eye contact with you once again, his deep black eyes stared into yours in a way that was almost intense. “Fine…” he muttered, breaking eye contact after what felt like an eternity. “But you owe me one” his features softened and his face flushed a little, but you barely noticed considering his skin only got a slightly darker gray color.

You gave him a cheeky smile. “Thanks, Love.” You said in a sarcastic way. I mean, if you guys were gonna fake date, you might as well make the most of it, right? You grabbed his hand in yours, catching him off guard, and marched down to Aunt May’s basement, where everyone was hanging out.

You proudly walked up to Miles, Peters hand still in yours. “Cough it up Morales!” You said with a wide grin on your face.

“Are you mcfreaking serious?!” He said, avoiding using a certain word in front of Penni. You nodded happily and looked up at Peter, who you saw was nodding as well, his face calm and his mouth forming a soft, almost indistinguishable smile.

Miles let out an over dramatic sigh before pulling a crisp 20 out of his back pocket and putting it in your hand, or more like tossed it over to you, refusing to give you the satisfaction of winning by giving it to you so delicately. You giggled delightedly and gave Miles a hug, which he ignored like the little drama queen he is. After that, you turned around to face Noir. Should you hug him? No, you had to keep up the impression that he was most definitely your boyfriend, but without freaking him out or anything. You put your hand in his and squeezed it softly, which caught him off guard, he was hoping expecting so much as a kiss on the cheek, but at least he could remain cool and calm this way.

“Alright I’m gonna go get a new book, with my new TWENTY DOLLARS” you said, dragging out the last few words and making sure to rub it in Miles’ face.

“Slow down darling, you’ll freeze out there.” You heard Peter say before spinning around to see him wrap his seemingly giant trench coat around you. You felt a light blush sprinkle your cheeks.

“Thanks” You said rather quietly before you spun back around on your heel to go to the book store about a block from Aunt May’s house.

“Be back in time for movie night! 9 o’clock, you can choose the movie.” Peter B yelled as you walked away. You smiled to yourself and wrapped the coat tighter around yourself and putting on a pair of boots over your fuzzy socks. You checked the time, 7:30 pm. Cool.

As soon as Miles heard the door close upstairs, he turned around in his chair to look at Peter Noir, who could already feel himself getting flustered.

“Sooooo…you and (Y/N) huh?” He said, almost in an interrogation voice.

“Y-Yeah” Peter replied awkwardly, tugging at the collar of his turtleneck and fumbling over his words.

“Cute.” Gwen said out of nowhere. “What’s your favorite thing about her?” Gwen was like an overprotective sister to you, even if she was younger, and she wanted to know everything about you, your friends, and your partners, which now included Peter.

“Uhm..well, my favorite thing about her can’t be boiled down to just one thing” he said, not even realizing it was all fake. “I like the little smiles she does when she gets complimented, how her nose scrunches up, I like how she puts other people before herself, especially when she’s saving people, when there’s stray glitter on her face from who knows where, it just looks angelic, I like when she’s having a lazy day and just lounges around in Spider-Man pajama pants and a big old tee shirt, and she still looks gorgeous.” He continued to ramble on before he realized.

Fuck.

He has it really bad for you.

A little bit more time passed of him gushing over you like a girl with her first crush to the other members of the spider crew before you came downstairs, already having changed into a big, comfy Disney world tee shirt and the Spider-Man pajama pants that Peter adored you in oh so much.

“I got a Spider-Man comic book!” You said happily, showing it to Penni, who you knew would be beyond excited to read it with you before she went to bed every night. That was another thing Peter loved about you, you were always elated to hang out with any member of the crew, and you had special activities you did with all of them. With the two of you, you loved to show him music from different decades, your favorite being the 80s, you just loved dancing like an idiot to the voices of David Bowie and Freddie Mercury with your friend. Yeah, that’s all he was. Your friend who you just so happened to be fake dating.

Peter B clapped like a teacher trying to get a class to listen up. “Okay kiddos it’s movie night! Since porker got to choose last week, that means it’s (Y/N)’s turn today!” You smiled to yourself, already knowing which movie I’d choose.

You fished out a CD of the little mermaid (nice pun). You knew everyone, as much as some would hate to admit it, enjoyed it. Porker and Penni enjoyed any cartoons, Peter Noir loved watching anything ahead of his time, especially colorful movies like this one, as much as Miles and Peter B would hate to admit it, they were both suckers for the under the sea song, and Gwen had a soft spot for Ariel, she loved that Ariel was smart and knew what she wanted, unlike most of the princesses before her. And you? Well, this movie was just your favorite, you couldn’t explain it really, but watching it felt like being a giddy little kid all over again, it gave you a sense of wonder.

You smiled like a little kid seeing fireworks for the first time as the bright blue screen flashed with a picture of the Disney castle. You were snuggled up under a soft pink blanket (that you totally didn’t steal from Penni) with Noir by your side, the two of you separated by his hand. You sighed internally, why couldn’t it be like this all the time? you thought to yourself, why couldn’t you always be by Noirs side, be able to call him your boyfriend, borrowing his trench coat, even though everyone besides him couldn’t pull it off the same was he did, calling him cheesy nickna-

Your thoughts were cut off midway through when you felt a strong, but gentle arm wrap around your shoulders over the couch. You jerked your head rather quickly to see Peter, who looked all embarrassed and flustered, but his arm didn’t move, though you weren’t complaining. You melted into his touch pretty instantly and you felt his fingers lazily trace patterns of swirls and circles on your arm. God you were so glad he wasn’t aware of what colors meant, because the blush across your nose and cheeks was growing, and fast.

You felt yourself smile into Peter’s shoulder, which you rested your head against, when you heard your favorite song of the movie, kiss the girl, come on. Something about the song was just so magical and sweet, and listening to it while snuggling with Peter “Noir” Parker made you feel beyond lucky.

“And you don’t know why, but you’re dying to try. You wanna kiss the girl” you sang along softly. Peter was surprised he didn’t swoon right then and there at the sound of your gentle voice.

Without realizing what he was doing, Peter put 2 fingers under your chin to face you towards him, gently and calmly. He stared into your eyes for a breif moment, though it felt like everything else had disappeared in that moment, no one but you and Peter. He looked down, letting out a small exhale that released just enough anxious thoughts for him to kiss you. It was gentle and calm, but it felt so real.

After a moment, you pulled away from him and stared into his eyes, searching to see how sincere he was, almost not believing what had just happened.

Had he done this because the others were around? Or did he do that because he really wanted to?

You smiled at him softly before sinking back into him. He was almost in disbelief from how calm you were, because god knows he was absolutely freaking out internally and probably over analyzing everything.

There was a good hour left in the movie, although it felt like it went by in just seconds of cuddling under Peter’s arm while your hands grabbed his free one and to rubbing in circles on his hand. As the end credits started to roll, you noticed everyone besides you and Peter had passed out. For a second, you felt shy and vulnerable, even though you’d kissed what felt like moments ago.

“I like fake dating you” Peter said as he rubbed the back of his neck and spoke quietly as to not wake the others up.

You smiled shyly, though you felt kind of heartbroken, with the word fake being added to that sentence . “I like fake dating you too.”

“Alright Doll, I’ll see you in the morning.” He said, in that warm 30s voice of his you loved to hear so much.

“Goodnight Love.” You said softly, pressing a kiss to his lips, which he didn’t seem to think much of. That made you realize something: I want to actually date this nerd! Fuck I’m a dumbass!

“Wait!” You whisper shouted as he walked away. He turned around to you with a goofy smile.

“I want to date you…but for real this time.” You said, or more accurately declared.

He smiled softly and nodded. “Me too, I guess I’ll see you in the morning Love

He called you love

Holy shit

God this man made you melt like Ariel did for prince Eric.

A/N: sorry if this is like really bad but let me know what you guys think!

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Anonymous asked:

Hello! Could I please get a spiderman noir x reader where the reader comforts him and holds him after he has a horrible nightmare? Some angst to comfort! Tysm!! (I love your posts💗)

We demand more spider-noir X reader🪧👋🙏🏼

(Ily anon)

SPIDER-NOIR x READER
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You woke from your slumber noticing that you couldn’t feel your fiancé on the bed. If he went out for patrol again he was gonna be sleeping on the couch. You loved Peter, really, and you loved Spider-Man but you couldn’t stand it sometimes.

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Spiderman Noir X Fem Reader

I know that technically he's 19 in the comics, but after being voiced by Nicholas Cage he just has to be like...idk 40.

Warnings: Angst, mention of scars and sh, daddy issues?(if that's a warning idk)

The Shadow of a Shadow
Part•1

The blank ceiling of your makeshift dorm was starting to shift and change the longer you stared at it. There wasn't much in your room except a bed and wardrobe, a small bathroom consisting of just a sink, toilet and shower, a small kitchen with one counter top as well as a stove and fridge and a small seating area with a giant TV fixed to the wall. You couldn't really complain though, it was the least the Spider Society could do. Your own universe had abandoned you after deeming you an unfit and reckless role model due to your abilities.

Of course you had the same basic abilities as every other Spiderman, it was just your webs that were different. In order to produce webs, you needed an open wound with a supply of blood, which you could then weave into the webs. After being weaved they worked just the same, but having a superhero that had to harm herself to save the city wasn't acceptable.

Seeing the people you risked your life to save turn the back on you was the last straw. It wasn't like you wanted to open a wound every time you had to fight, and yet they couldn't appreciate you. You left your universe and had been hopping around others for a while, and when you finally went back, everything had gone to shit. There was no longer a sense of right or wrong, no morality in the public and the government had collapsed. There was no saving it.

You'd gone to Miguel to see if there was anything he could do, but his stoic silence gave you the answer you feared the most. It was one of the only times when he'd shown any sympathy when he offered to give you a place to stay within the society's HQ. With the help of a few other Spidepeople, a storage closet had been turned into what was now your dorm room. It was great, and you appreciated them giving you someplace to stay. But without a city to protect, what kind of Spiderwomen were you?

You sighed and stood up from the couch. It was small and uncomfortable if you sat on it for too long. Stepping out of your room, your eyes took a second to adjust to the bright light that flooded in through the large windows. You joined the traffic of the other Spidepeople who filtered in and out of different rooms in the building, only to later join back into the hoard. It was like some sort of hive mind.

You recognised a few Spiders as you sauntered along, and Sun-Spider gave you a friendly "good afternoon" even though you thought it was morning. You weren't quite emotionally stable enough to hold out a conversation. You needed something to help you cope, but you had nothing. And then, like some sort of miracle, the darkness of a familiar black jacket and hat caught your attention.

Noir was just about to walk past you. You two had spoken once or twice, mainly about how tough being Spiderman can be, but you never had a real connection with him. Now you wanted one. Somehow, despite not speaking to him that often, you had a gut feeling that he'd give you the closure that you needed. That he'd listen to you and assure you that you're doing your best and that's all that matters. Maybe it was just your daddy issues taking advantage of the fact that he was just under twice your age and emotionally stable.

You turned on your heel and joined the train of people that were walking the opposite way. Being a few people behind him made you grateful for the fact that he was taller than most Spidepeople. You kept track of his fedora that bobbed up and down as he walked. If you could catch up to him and stick right behind him, then maybe you could go from there. You slipped between the gap in the people in front and landed yourself right behind him. Now you just had to talk to him.

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Talking to him seemed to be a lot more difficult than you originally thought. You'd followed him around for the rest of the day, and had disappeared back into your dorm when he went back to his own universe. You'd never had a problem with talking to him before, so why now? It had been 3 days since you had created your little plan - if you could even call it that - and you had gotten nowhere with it. You were sitting on a balcony when you spotted his darkness amongst the crowd of colourful suits, so you hopped down and got back to following him, trying to build up the courage to talk while doing so.

The feeling of someone watching Noir grew as he traversed his way down to the lower levels. He knew it was you. At first he thought it was a coincidence when every time he turned around you happened to be there. But the more and more it happened, the more he realised it wasn't a coincidence. He noticed you the most when you seemingly wait for him to come back, and when you'd follow behind him when he went to get coffee, even though he remembered you telling him you couldn't stand the stuff. Though the biggest clue for him is when you'd grab the sleeve or back of his coat as you followed him through crowds of Spiderpeople.

He didn't mind though; you were quiet and didn't bother him, and even if you were to talk to him he found your previous conversations quite pleasant. But he still couldn't help but wonder why you had begun to cling to him all of a sudden.

He wasn't oblivious to what had happened in your own universe, but he didn't know the full details. All he did know was that you barely left your dorm, and when you did, you never seemed to speak.

Today, Noir had been back in the Society's HQ for quite a while now, probably close to 6 hours, and he hadn't seen any sign of you. He wouldn't admit it out loud, but he enjoyed your presence, even if you didn't say much, and he was starting to miss it.

He figured that you were most likely still in your dorm, and thinking that it couldn't hurt to check up on you, he made his way over. Your room was tucked around a corner on one of the main floors, far enough away from the noise of all the Spiderpeople that would walk past. He knocked on the door and waited for your response. You hummed loud enough for him to hear, and he opened the door. You were laid on your back on your couch, throwing some kind of metal ball in the air repeatedly. It was probably a vital component for some sort of machine, but you had a habit of taking things apart only to never figure out how to put them back together. This was evident thanks to the pile of metal and wires on your coffee table.

Noir stepped in and closed the door behind him. You sat up so that he had somewhere to sit, and once he was sat you laid back against him. He picked up some of the wires and scraps of metal and began to mess with them, intertwining them. He had no real goal, he just enjoyed playing with the technology that he didn't have. You place the metal ball on the table and got yourself comfortable resting against him.

The two of you sat in silence for a while the only noise being the clicking of metal as Noir put the pieces together. All of a sudden, he piped up.

"Not that I don't appreciate the company, but I'm just wondering why you've started to cling to me all of a sudden." He turned his head to you and you could feel his breath on the top of your head. You stopped playing with the hem of your top. Feeling your heart in your throat, you sat up and stopped leaning on him. How were you supposed to tell him 'Oh yeah well you know everything has gone to shit and everyone is overwhelming except you, and I don't know if that's just because you're quiet and you don't force conversations, or because you kinda feed into my daddy issues since you're older and so authoritative, and really I just need someone to tell me that I'm doing good and you seem like the right person to do it.' Absolutely not.

"Well, uhm." You took a deep breath, trying to form a coherent sentence. Tears pricked in the corners of your eyes. This was so embarrassing. "So, obviously everything in my universe has gone pear shaped so now I'm stuck here and it's just really depressing because how am I supposed to be Spiderwomen if I don't have people to save? I guess I just feel like I don't really have a purpose and I don't want to be a burden to anyone so if I am annoying you I'll leave you alone but I guess what I really want and why I'm sticking to you like a web is just because I need someone to reassure me about everything. I don't know why it chose you in particular I just feel like it's more authentic being told that you're doing a good job by someone who's older since they have more experience. Not that I'm saying you're old." Your fists grabbed the fabric of your trousers as your eyes remained glued to the floor. Blinking away the tears, you looked up at him.

Noir was silent. The big white eyes of his mask stared at you blankly. He wasn't even moving. It was hard to tell how he was feeling. Your gut feeling was that he thought you were weird and annoying and wanted you to leave, but you knew he wouldn't just tell you that bluntly. You looked at the way his hat cast a shadow on his mask. You guessed that behind the mask he looked just the same as every other Peter Parker. Yet for some reason you had convinced yourself that he looked better. His voice broke you out of your daze.

"Well..."

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pavitr x gn!reader (meeting his aunt!) ⋆

request: @blublubluu Can you do one with pavitr where the reader meets his aunt pls? ♡

a/n: thank you so much for requesting this, im actually so grateful i've gotten so many requests for pavitr. how did everyone know he was my favorite?? anyways this was whipped up when i was tired so i apologize for any mispellings or grammar mistakes. still trying to understand how things are formatted on here!

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You and Pavitr had been dating for a few months now. Being seated next to each other, it was natural that the two of you would become somewhat close throughout the school year. It was definitely unexpected as he would’ve never imagined entering a relationship, having to balance being Mumbattan’s Spiderman with his usual life. You were a much-needed normality in his life though, always mellowing him out and keeping him grounded.

Pavitr loved talking about you, constantly rambling about how he thought you were incredible. And how loved to spend his every waking moment with you as much as possible. Word certainly got out thanks to him, and now he was to face the final stage of his long-term relationship. His Auntie’s approval. Pavitr was nervous, to say the least. She was a gentle yet stern woman. And she only wanted the best for Pavitr. Pavitr had no doubts when it came to you, but still, bringing his first partner to meet his Auntie was incredibly nerve-wracking.

Pavitr got ready for school that day and began eating his breakfast when all of a sudden Auntie Maya sat down in front of him. “Pavitr, I’d like to meet that wonderful partner of yours.” She stated. He choked on his bite of aloo ke paranthe, hitting his chest to cough up his food. Auntie Maya stared in curiosity. Quickly downing his glass of water, Pavitr cleared his throat.

“That sounds like a great idea Auntie. I’ll invite them over soon.”

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After the school day, you waited for your bus home. Pavitr, living relatively close to the school, always chose to wait with you. He wanted to spend his time with you as much as he could. So the two of you sat together, sipping on iced drinks bought from the vending machine. After a lot of bravery and courage on Pavitr’s part, he brought up his Auntie’s invitation.

“Really? She wants to meet me?”

“Yes. Uh, I was thinking maybe tonight…? Is that okay with you?” He asked, tilting his head.

“Pav, I’d love to.” You said, smiling at the thought of Auntie Maya. You’d heard only good things about her. Pavitr grasped your hand, giving it a firm squeeze. You ran your thumb over his hand, reassuring him.

He sighed nervously, “Thank you for doing this, really.”

You chuckled at his nervousness, pushing back a strand of hair that had fallen into his face.

“I’ll make a good first impression, I promise.”

Pavitr smiled at this, mumbling words of endearment into your hand as he give it a quick kiss.

“I know you will.”

His heart was racing at your touch despite the two of you being together for a little while now. He’d never get over being with the coolest person in Mumbattan. Letting go of your hand, he pulled you closer to him by grabbing your waist. You leaned your head onto his shoulder, basking in the sun and his affection.

The two of you hung out a little longer, talking about school and his latest fight as Spiderman. Pavitr knew you didn’t like him putting himself in danger, but you were willing to put it aside to comfort him after a particularly tough fight. He was often stressed. But being physically close to you was like a fresh breath of air for Pavitr. And you were happy to help him in any way you could.

Before long, your bus arrived. The two of you had already worked out the details.

“See you at six o’clock then?” He asked, standing up to send you off on your way.

“See you at six, Pav.” You replied. He leaned towards down, the two of you sharing a quick and gentle kiss as Pav carefully held onto your waist. You gave him one last reassuring look, before heading onto the bus. Pavitr waved goodbye to you outside with a warm smile. You waved back as the bus shuddered.

Sitting down now, you leaned against the bus window. You already had a game plan for this situation, as you did not want to disappoint Pavitr or his Auntie. So first, you were dropping by the market to purchase a fresh bouquet of flowers for Auntie Maya, and then you were going to whip up some baked goods to bring over. She was the woman who raised Pavitr after all, your wonderful boyfriend.

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As soon as you arrived home, you got to work. Putting on an apron, you rummaged through your pantry to grab the needed ingredients. The cookbook on your counter was already bookmarked and opened, a simple recipe for homemade sweet biscuits, nankhatai. Your phone rang as you began kneading the dough. You picked up seeing it was Pav.

“Hey, Pav. What’s up?” You held the phone between your ear and your shoulder as you worked the dough. Your boyfriend sighed over the phone, his voice was a little raspy.

“I’m just doing some homework. Wanted to hear your voice.”

You smiled wide, “Is that so?”

“What? What’s wrong with that?” He complained, scribbling on his paper as he spoke.

“Nothing. But you know I am seeing you in like an hour right?” You teased.

“I don’t care. I want to talk to you.” He shot back, grumbling.

You lightly laughed over the line. Pavitr put his pencil down, fully focusing on the sound of your voice now. Your laugh reverberated through his head. He smiled and leaned back in his chair as you continued speaking.

“Well, I just have to do something real quick, and then I’ll take the bus over to yours right away.”

“Can’t wait to see you. My Auntie seems to be pretty excited too. She’s prepping a lot of food for you coming over.”

You gasped, “No way! Ugh, Pav I can’t wait. She has the best cooking.” You remembered sharing lunch with Pavitr, his food always being mouthwatering and delicious. Pavitr chuckled at this. You rolled the dough into individual pieces on the pan. Quickly looking over at the clock, you wiped your hands on the apron and grabbed the phone with your hand.

“I better get going, sorry.” You felt bad for cutting the conversation short. Pavitr made some noises of disapproval over the call, “…Okay.” You smiled at him.

You held the phone up to your mouth. “Bye Pav.

See you.

The phone call ended.

Pavitr put his phone down and huffed out. It was time to get back to his homework. It was a little hard to focus as he pondered over all of the things that could go wrong with you and Auntie Maya. Regardless, he tried to push the possibilities out of his head.

There was a careful knock on his door. Pavitr swung around in his chair to Auntie Maya smiling and holding a cup of chai. She set the cup down carefully on his desk. Pavitr beamed at this, “Thank you, Auntie.”

Auntie Maya nodded and gave Pavitr’s cheek a little pinch, smiling as she left and closed the door behind her. Pavitr picked up the teacup and brought it up to his mouth, carefully blowing on it and taking a small sip. He hummed at the taste of the drink, feeling grateful. Getting back to work, he mindlessly scribbled on his homework assignment, having much ease solving the math equations. One of his greatest joys was being able to help his fellow classmates, and you, with homework. He always wanted to help you in any way he could. To repay you for how much comfort and happiness your presence brought him.

Time had passed painfully slowly as he finished up his remaining assignments. Just in time, you shot Pav a text, I’m here! He quickly shot up out of his chair, scrambling to greet you at the door. He quickly stopped by the mirror and fixed his messy hair first of course, combing it through his fingers. A few gentle knocks on the door could be heard. Pavitr practically sprinted over, opening the door with tense shoulders.

You stood tall with a warm smile, a basket held in your hands. “Hey. I brought you guys some biscuits. Oh! And flowers for your Auntie.” You spoke proudly. Pavitr stared at you in surprise and honest admiration. Handing him the basket momentarily, you quickly took your shoes off and set them down neatly.

Pavitr looked down at the basket full of warm baked biscuits. The aroma filled his senses and his mouth watered. “You didn’t have to (Name)…! When did you even have the time to..?” You gave him a chaste kiss on his lips. Shooting him a reassuring look.

“Ay, hello dear.” Spoke a soft voice from behind Pavitr. You peeked over, a smile beaming on your face as you saw the kind woman.

“Auntie! It’s so very nice to meet you.” You pushed past Pavitr as he let you in nervously. He watched awkwardly as the two of you spoke to each other. You showed her the basket and set it down on the dinner table. Grabbing the bouquet with gentle care, you handed it to her.

“I hope you like peonies, ma’am.”

Her face grew soft as she sniffed the flowers, “Oh how lovely! Such a sweet gift, dear.”

You observed Pavitr’s house, taking a moment to observe the furniture and the decor. Sun shone in through the curtains, illuminating the picture frames hung above the mantel. You approached the pictures, gasping at the photos of little Pavitr. He lingered beside you, unsure of what to do with you in his space and his home. Auntie Maya approached you and chuckled, “Wasn’t he such a cute kid? Oh, I remember him on his eighth birthday, he was so excited for his party he practically shoveled himself into that cake!” She laughed. You laughed along with her.

“Okay okay, guys! No need to stare at my past self any longer. How about we eat? Auntie made delicious food, let’s go before it gets cold.” Pavitr rambled, trying to distract you from his embarrassing baby photos. Auntie Maya chuckled to herself and went into the kitchen, grabbing dishes.

Turning to Pavitr and pointing to the photo on the wall, you mouthed the words cute and you. Pavitr was flushed with embarrassment, ignoring you and dragging you by the hand to the dinner table. He felt his heart race, showing you a part of his personal life to you like this. This was where he had grown up, and this is where he was raised by his Auntie Maya. And to see you be so comfortable and welcomed into this space, it made his stomach flutter, and his heart fill with warmth. Pavitr cleared his throat.

You looked over at him and gave his warm hand a squeeze, smiling at him. He glanced back at you with adoration. Dishes were set down at the wooden table as Auntie Maya brought in steaming food. The aromas of the spices and sauces filled the room and heightened your hunger. Your mouth watered at the sight of the food. “This looks delicious ma’am.” You smiled at her.

“Thank you, Auntie,” Pavitr mumbled, before serving himself his food and digging in. Auntie Maya chuckled at him as he scarfed the meal down. She ate slowly and looked up at you through warm eyes, “So (Name), Pavi speaks very highly of you.”

You finished chewing your bite and looked up, smiling. “Really?” You turned towards Pav who was hiding behind his cup of chai. You shot him a teasing look.

Pavitr grumbled, “Auntie…

You chuckled as she continued, “He’s such a sweet boy, he’ll never mistreat you.” You hummed at this, feeling only adoration at your seat. You felt so welcomed in this house and in this family. Pavitr just fully hid his face in his hands now.

“You know, he use to always talk about wanting a family.”

“Whoa! Okay, Auntie! I think that’s enough chat, let’s finish our food!” Pavitr shook his hands defensively, looking away from your eyes as he was flustered. You sat in your seat silenced at this, feeling your face flush. Auntie Maya laughed heartedly at the two of you, scooting away from each other. She gave you a warm smile, “I’m just teasing dear. But I think he chose a wonderful person, and I’d be more than happy to have you in our home again.”

“That means a lot, thank you miss.”

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The three of you ate the rest of dinner. You were absolutely groveling in your seat as you’d never tasted food so good before. Tears practically formed in your eyes at the spice, but damn did it taste good. Comfortable silence was disrupted with light chat and questions. Somehow the conversation always leaned towards embarrassing stories about Pavitr, to which he denied passionately. It was getting late, and your parents were expecting you at home soon.

“Dinner was amazing ma’am. I’ve never had better food…” You said honestly. Auntie Maya let out a light-hearted laugh as she came over to you and gave you a gentle hug. You embraced her back.

“Come over again honey, you’re always welcome to visit.” You nodded.

Pavitr waited as you slipped on your shoes, leaning against the wall. He held the bag of wrapped leftovers for you to take. Auntie Maya had cooked a large amount of food, just for you to take. You cried internally over this as you’d be eating well for the next week. Auntie Maya gently waved to you as she bid you goodbye. You waved back, “Bye Auntie.”

Pavitr walked you out of his house, holding your bag of food for you as the two of you headed towards the bus stop. You let out a sigh, “I’m seriously stuffed. Your Aunt makes magical food, Pav.” He laughed, nodding in agreement. He took your hand in his, interlocking your fingers together as the two of you walked in comfortable silence. You glanced at him from the corner of your eye, speaking up. “So. That went well I think.” He turned towards you.

“It did huh? I don’t know what I was so worried about.” He mumbled. You smiled at him as you caressed his hand with your thumb.

“You’re seriously amazing.” He stated.

The two of you approached the bus stop. Pavitr was pretty silent until he pulled halted and dragged you into an embrace. A very tight embrace. You hugged back twice as tight obviously. He nestled his head into the crook of your neck, his breath tickling your skin as he huffed out. Rubbing small circles into his back, you spoke into his shoulder, “What’s up Pav?” You were confused about his burst of affection.

He softly mumbled something into your skin. To which you let out a confused, hm?

“I said… I said I love you.

You were silent, not expecting that from him. You didn’t have to think about it too long or gather up the courage to respond back.

“I love you too Pav.”

He shot back up from the hug, grasping onto your shoulders and staring at you in shock.

“Really!?”

“Pavitr.” You questioned him and his thought process. He looked at you, his face flushed with a deep red. You tucked back a piece of his messed-up hair. The bus approached, and you had to go. Grabbing your stuff, you turned to him. “Well, I better go.”

He nodded, “Right.”

There was electricity between the two of you again, and Pavitr felt his hair stand up as a cold gust of wind flew through. He hadn’t grabbed a jacket when walking you. He carefully approached you, standing closer as he hovered his hands over your waist, almost asking for permission. Smiling, you let him grasp you, placing his hands on you, as you placed your free hand on his cheek. His skin always being warm to the touch. The kiss was deep yet gentle. He always was careful, never wanting to overstep your boundaries.

Pulling back, Pavitr’s heart raced, blood rushing into his ears. He beamed, letting out a nervous chuckle. You stepped onto the bus, turning back to wave goodbye to him. He waved back, feeling his stomach turn at the sight of you, the most beautiful person he’d ever known. It always felt like an eternity when the two of you were separated. But of course, Pav would call you as soon as you arrived home. And maybe fall asleep during said call.

Pavitr full-heartedly loved you, he’d learned that tonight. And he was not against the idea of you being by his side forever.

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