Psychology

Psychology

pair: shawn hunter x fem!reader

summary: Y/n’s trying to help out a friend and Shawn accidentally falls victim to rumors.

this is just a little something i’ve been writing (exclusively instead of studying or sleeping), but i’m already writing the second part to this and have plans for a series but don’t quote me on that.

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— one star motel

Pairing: Fem!Cobra Kai!Reader x Miguel Díaz

Summary: After their triumph in the All-Valley Karate tournament, it’s no surprise to anyone when the Cobra Kai Dojo is found underneath the spotlight. And with their newfound fame comes new opportunities — like being invited to participate in the State Championship. But when a traffic accident takes place and the team is forced to spend the night at a one star motel, it seems that Cobra Kai’s week long getaway may have a few surprises in store for the team — especially when it comes to the dojo’s star students, Miguel Díaz and Y/N L/N.

Warnings: Cursing, fighting, nothing that hasn’t been shown in the show already.

Word Count: 6.6k

A/N: The fact that Miguel doesn’t even get half as much attention as other characters from the show has me dying… so this me creating more content for him. Also I’m a sucker for the there was only one bed trope so I guess this is happening!

The scalding summer heat burns against your back as you stride down the pavement, bag loosely hanging over your shoulder. The beat of Guns N’ Roses’ ‘Welcome To The Jungle’ drums through your earbuds, h/c hair tied into a messy ponytail to provide a temporary relief from the heat. You glance down to your phone, gnawing at the inside of your cheek upon seeing the time.

Only ten minutes before class begins. Meaning you have about seven to get to Reseda, and three to change into your gi that currently lies stuffed inside your backpack. A sigh leaves your lips involuntarily at the thought of having to run beneath the scalding sun.

“You want to learn karate? This is your chance!” A voice exclaims ahead of you. Shoving your phone back into your pocket, you furrow your brows at the statement. Your long strides come to a halt as you find yourself standing behind a group of two people handing out flyers. “Free karate lessons to anyone and everyone!” You reach to pull out one of your earbuds and shift your gaze towards the person currently turning to face you. “Learn at Miyagi-Do Karate-“

A pair of beaming blue eyes meets your fiery e/c ones, your frown shifting into a glare as recognition sparks in your gaze. The girl only sticks to her smile, it clearly faltering as she clears her throat. “Y/N, hi.”

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Could It Be? ~ Peter Parker x MJ!Reader

Summary: You lost your universes’ Peter. Never did you think you would ever see his face again…

Warnings: Spoilers for NWH!!! PLEASE SKIP IF YOU HAVEN’T SEEN NWH/DON’T WANT SPOILERS

Characters:

Peter(A) - Andrew Garfield

Peter(T) - Tobey Maguire

Peter(TH) - Tom Holland

MJ / (Y/N) - You

Pairing: Andrew Garfield Peter Parker x MJ!You

What. The. F-

Where the hell am I?

I was just… Wasn’t I?

How am I in New York?

Traffic bustled around you as you tried to work out what had happened. The last you remembered you were at home, but now… now you were in the heart of one of America’s busiest cities. Spinning round you tried to remain calm, looking at your surroundings. Everything felt… off. Like it wasn’t right. It was New York, but it didn’t look like your New York.

“Breaking news!” A loud voice boomed over the city, as you turned to the source of the sound. “Spider-Man has caused another tragedy-“

Spider-Man?

But, it couldn’t be…

“Is there no end to this menace?!”

A photo appeared on a billboard of what appeared to be a building on fire, completely destroyed.

“There has been one confirmed death at the scene. The police are now looking for the boy behind the mask. Peter Parker.”

Peter?

A new photo appeared, but it wasn’t the face you knew as Peter Parker. It was a teen boy, still with brunette hair but with more childish features. That wasn’t your Peter. But how can there be another Peter Parker who is also Spider-Man?

You looked around, seeing a man looking at the same screen you were, obviously listening to the story. You quickly approached him.

“Hi, excuse me-“ The man turned to you, something about him irked you as you got a shiver down your spine. “Sorry, I- do you know anything else about this Peter Parker?” You asked, hoping to understand a bit more of what was unfolding. The man narrowed his eyes, smirking slightly.

“Peter Parker is a scared boy-“ He began, voice cold. “He’s weak. He can’t stop us.” You furrowed your brows at his words as you took a slow step backwards.

“More breaking news!” You snapped your head back to the screen. “Peter Parker, the Spider menace himself, has called in to give us all a message.” On the screen appeared the same boy before before, but this time it was a live video.

“I’m Peter Parker, and I’m making this message for those who need to hear it.” He began as you peered at the man who was stood next to you. “I’m at the Statue, and I want to reach out.” The man almost snarled as he was clearly angered by the footage, before he began to stomp forwards, putting his hood up as he walked away. It wasn’t hard to put two and two together. You were used to that. Having to keep an eye on those around you incase of danger. It came with the territory of knowing Spider-Man.

Your best bet was to head to the statue.

Arriving at the statue, you saw it was all scaffolded up, being worked on. It was oddly quiet. Thinking back to the video you knew Peter would be high up.

Ugh shit.

I’m gonna have to go up there aren’t I?

Yes, even though you had a history with Spider-Man, the hero who could swing from great heights, you still had a fear of heights yourself. Swallowing the lump in your throat you made your way to the bottom of the scaffolding, finding a ladder that headed up to the next level.

This was a stupid idea.

This was something your Peter would’ve scolded you for. He would’ve told you it was too dangerous and it was definitely a stupid idea. But, alas, it was your only plan. You got a quarter of the way up as you didn’t dare peer over the edge. Taking a deep breath you continued up, before reaching half way. You almost had your eyes completely shut as you gripped onto the pole before you.

Oh my god. Stupid idea. Stupid.

“Er, who’s that?”

You heard a voice ask, as you slowly turned, gripping to the pole as best you could.

“Hi! Sorry! I would turn around but your very close to the edge and I’m very scared of heights.” You called back to the voice. “Also my eyes are very much shut!”

“Do you want a hand?” The voice asked. You thought for a second.

“It depends! Are you good or bad?” You asked, not seeing the smirk on the persons face.

“Good.” They told you. “Although I could be lying.”

“Are you?”

“No.”

“Well then, come and help me.” You almost begged as you heard footsteps walking up to you from behind, feeling a hand grabbing yours as they gently pulled you away from the ladder you’d climbed up, before they pushed you back slightly, causing you to panic as you gripped their hand tighter. You heard a breathy chuckle as you then felt something solid on your back.

“You can open your eyes now. You’re away from the edge.”

Letting out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding. You reluctantly opened your eyes one at a time, to reveal a middle aged man in front of you. He had kind eyes.

Okay he was good.

You then took notice of what he was wearing.

“Peter?” You asked, seeing the Spider-Man suit on the man.

“Yeah… Well thats a bit of a story, one I don’t fully quite understand yet.” He told you as you nodded slowly.

“Not to confuse things further-“

Your heart stopped for a moment at hearing that voice.

It couldn’t be.

It- Could it?

“But I’m also Peter.” The voice finished as you slowly turned your head to look at who it belonged to.

“Peter…” You breathed out, eyes wide, full on confusion. The two men saw how your eyes began to glaze over, and your grip on the railing loosened, seemingly whatever had shocked you took your mind off your fear of heights.

The man you were staring at looked identical to your Peter. The Peter you lost. The one who was killed by Harry Osbourne. He was alive. He looked older. And he was wearing his suit also.

“Do I know you?” He asked cautiously, sharing a look with the other Peter as you tried to compose yourself.

“I erm… I guess not.” You said sadly, before forcing a smile on your face. “Anyway… I came here for help.” You paused. “I don’t know how I got here, but it doesn’t feel like my New York.” You looked between the two. “And I’m assuming this isn’t your New York either.” They shook their heads.

“No, no it’s not, but er, we’re kinda distracted right now-“ Peter(T) told you as you quickly remembered the whole reason you got there.

“Oh god! Of course. So I’m guessing… if there’s three of you, there’s a whole load of trouble coming this way?” You grimaced as they have you a knowing look. Suddenly a loud rumble and flash of lightening appeared, making the two Peters immediately alert, putting their masks on. Peter(A) walked towards you.

“Look, I know this is a lot to deal with right now, but you need to stay out the way.” He told you sternly. “You can’t get hurt, ok?” You looked up at the masked man, a familiar look in your eyes, as you almost wore a bittersweet smile at his words. You nodded at him, as he went to turn away to get in position, as you grabbed his wrist, almost out of reflex, stopping him.

“Please be careful.” You said in a whisper. “Promise me.” You almost begged, eyes pleading with him. Behind the mask, Peter was furrowing, confused at how you were acting towards him. If you were there, that must’ve meant you knew a version of him. But you weren’t as familiar with the other Peter, and it didn’t seem like you knew this universes one… so that could only mean…

“I promise.” He said quietly in return as you sighed in relief. He gave you one last glance before rushing off, getting into his position.

“Try to keep it this time.” You whispered as he disappeared, hearing the commotion starting above you.

It had been a few minutes, and you grew more and more anxious hearing the commotion around you, but the sound that really terrified you… Was that… horrible laughter….

No… Please don’t say it’s him.

Ignoring your instinct to stay put, you rushed to the edge on the other side, looking out to see… him. The Green Goblin, flying through the sky on his board. You had to get to Peter, it couldn’t happen. Not again.

Without thinking, you ran back to the ladder, pushing yourself to head further up the statue, feeling the structure shake every now and again from the blows from above. You got a few more levels up, before the structure felt unsafe as it was getting hit by the Goblins bombs left right and centre. You could see each Spider-Man fighting different enemies.

“What do we have here?”

You jumped at the dark voice, seeing the one person you didn’t want to see rising up into your view before you.

“One of Spideys little girlfriends?” He laughed manically, you looked down, seeing a scaffolding pole beside you on the ground as you acted quickly, picking it up and aiming it at the man. He laughed once more. “You think you can stop me?”

No, but I can keep you distracted.

You swung the pole forwards, as he dodged to avoid it on his board. You kept fighting, trying to hit him but failing with each attempt.

“Pathetic!” The goblin exclaimed, grabbing one of his bombs as he pressed the button. Your eyes widened as you immediately dropped the pole, backing away. He launched it at the floor in front of you as time slowed down. You were gonna have to jump.

“Peter!”

You found yourself shouting, before you leapt from the edge, the bomb exploding behind you, just missing you.

Peter(A) was the one to hear your cry and the explosion that followed. His eyes widened as he turned to see you, falling…

He couldn’t let someone else die.

He immediately left the fight he was in, swinging as fast as he could to get to you in time.

Time seemed to slow down for a second, as you closed your eyes, allowing yourself to let out what you assumed would be your last breath… But suddenly you weren’t falling anymore, you were swinging. You didn’t dare to open your eyes until you stopped moving. Finally the feeling of being in the air came to a halt as you let out a shaky breath.

“Hey, it’s ok.”

You heard a wobbly voice, as you slowly opened your eyes. You realised your feet weren’t on the ground, but in fact you were being held. Peering up, you saw the glossy eyes of another Peter. He seemed as alarmed as you were by the ordeal.

“I’ve got you.” His voice cracked slightly at his own words. “I got you…” He trailed off as you realised this obviously reminded him of something that had happened in his universe.

“Are you ok?” You breathed out, instantly wanting to make sure he was in fact fine, something you had got used to doing around your own Peter Parker. He let out a breathy chuckle.

“Hey that’s my job.” He commented. “Are you ok?” You gave him a small smile and nodded, the panic still present in your eyes. He then realised he was still holding you as he apologised chastely, before putting you down gently. “Maybe stay away from the edge from now on, eh?” He tried to tease, as you nodded frantically.

“Yeah, no problem there, will definitely be doing that.” You muttered. “Note to self, don’t stand near the edge.” You felt your eyes burning, had you even blinked? Becoming more aware of your body, you then proceeded to become aware of how close you were to Peter and were basically using him as a support. Clearing your throat, you took a step back, awkwardly dusting yourself off. “Thanks Parker.”

“Anytime.” He smirked cheekily. Your eyes lingered on each other for a second, as you cleared your throat, pulling your gaze away.

“You lost your Peter… didn’t you?”

You froze at his question, allowing your tears to grow glossy as you gave him a sad smile.

“You lost someone too, didn’t you?” You asked in return. “I can see it in your eyes. They’re like mine.” You told him softly. Peter let out a shaky breath, looking away from you as he composed.

“I’m (Y/N), by the way…” You told him. “But no one calls me that, everyone calls me MJ.” His eyes widened for a moment, almost in realisation. “It’s my middle name, I didn’t just decide to be called that.” You paused, nervously rambling. “Well, technically I did but you know what I mean.” Peter laughed for a second, shaking his head. “Sorry you’re in the middle of something. Go be a hero.” Giving you one last smile, he swung away.

You were intriguing to say the least. Peter couldn’t help the smile that was on his face after being around you. He remembered what Peter(T) had told him….

‘Your MJ is out there….’

Could it be?

Could that be thing?

Could two different people from two different universes….

After waiting and watching the battle anxiously it calmed down as all the ‘villains’ had been ‘fixed’ with the serum. Luckily everyone survived, much to your relief, you could see the three Peters down below, talking as one of the Peters, you assumed was this universes, swung off to see the man in the sky… He looked like a wizard. Before you knew it, one of the Peters were swinging towards you, as you saw it was in fact the Peter who saved you.

“Promised you I’d be careful.” He greeted you, giving a cheesy smile as he had cuts and scrapes over his face.

“Well, it seems my definition of careful and your definition may differ.” You told him playfully, narrowing your eyes at the man. “What happens now? How do we get home?”

“That’s that guys job.” He gestured to the wizard. “He’s magic.” He told you with a childish joy. You couldn’t help but smile softly at him. He was almost the exact same as your Peter. It was scary.

“So, we all go back to our own universes?” You asked, a hint of sadness in your voice. He nodded.

“Yup, almost as if this never happened.” He commented as you gave him a sad smile.

“Yeah, but I’m glad it did.” You told him quietly. “And I know, I know you’re not him.” You paused, looking up at him. “But, to see his face again, hear his voice…” You trailed off, taking a deep breath to keep yourself from crying. “It’s a gift.” You looked at him, seeing his own sadness in his eyes as he understood what you were saying. He’d give anything to see Gwen again, to say goodbye. But Peter’s(T) words echoed in his mind, replying over and over. Maybe he did deserve some happiness. “Goodbye Parker.” You looked up at him, a small smile on your lips. “Be… Amazing.” You sniffled slightly, as he took a step towards you. You could feel your heart skip for a second. He leant down, moving his lips towards your cheek. His kiss lingered on your skin as you breathed in his scent, allowing a tear to fall.

“Promise me something.” He said softly, looking at you in the eye. “Be happy. For him.” You nodded.

“Promise.” You whispered, a laugh escaping you as you felt yourself begin to fade away, taking you back to your own universe. Peter stood for a moment alone once again, until he himself began to fade away, returning back to his own universe also.

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Peter sighed to himself. It had been a few months since he was in another universe. He had returned back to being Spider-Man as much as he could, knowing he had a responsibility to the city, but also to honour Gwen. He couldn’t mope around forever. He’d done enough grieving. He had his other versions to thank for helping him realise it. He often thought of you, and wondered how you were doing. He hoped you got the closure you needed to move on and live your own life.

Dragging himself out of bed, he got ready for the day, ensuring his suit was packed in his backpack as he headed out. Just in case. He headed down a few blocks, listening to music as he did his usual morning routine. He was going to his favourite cafe, as he sat down at his usual table after ordering his usual drink.

Since being back from another universe, Peter realised how serious things could get for his world. If the multi verse had opened once, it surely would open once again. What if it’s his universe next time?

He pulled out his laptop from his back, glancing at his suit for a moment before starting to do some research online.

‘Super humans’

‘Genetically altered’

‘Super strength’

‘Super powers’

‘Avengers’

Were just some of his searches. He couldn’t take credit, the fact that Peters(TH) world had something called ‘The Avengers’, he didn’t think it could hurt to look into something similar in his own universe.

“Coffee for a Parker-“

His eyes immediately snapped from his laptop as he heard his order called, from an all too familiar voice. Looking up, he saw who it was that had called his order…

You.

But it couldn’t be, you you?

Did his world have its own (Y/N)?

He got up from his seat, briskly walking to the coffe bar as he looked at you, gawping slightly.

“Parker?” You asked, raising a brow.

“Hmm?” He seemed confused for a second before nodding. “Oh er, yeah, that’s me.” He paused. “Well I’m Peter, Peter Parker.” He introduced as you smiled at him.

“Well, Peter Parker, there’s your coffee.” You gestured to the cup on the side as he grabbed it. He looked down at your name tag, seeing it said ‘MJ’.

“Thank you for the coffee, MJ.” He said as you gave him one last smile before returning back to work. He lingered there for a second longer, watching you work before turning to head back to his table, a small smile on his lips.

‘Your MJ is out there….’

making out with peter

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warnings: some suggestive content, teenagers making out and being stupid.

first of all,,

he can’t even focus for the gif

Your Power

his eyes!! so precious 

anyways

you two are the definition of a sheepish, bashful mess

it first happened when you were over at his place for a movie night

may just left to go grab dinner

and he scooted closer to you, stealing glances every now and then

you’d feel his thumb grazing your hand

“hey y/n, w-would you mind if i kissed you?”

“peter, we’ve been dating for four months. why do you keep on asking?” you’d chuckle, leaning in

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Do you write smut?

i can if you want me to depending on the request. but normally, yes!!

𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐍 𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊

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summary: harry decided to take you for a romantic ice skate, just the two of you, how sweet right? wrong, you two are both so shit at ice skating.

masterlist

harry lewis x fem!reader

wroetoshaw x fem!reader

warnings: two idiots on an ice rink, fluff so much fluff, christmasy boyfriend (100% not jealous what?)

don’t steal any of my work, thanks!

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“𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘, 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 you taking me?” You questioned in the passenger seat of his car. Harry had refused to give any information on where the ‘surprise date’ was despite being excited for it all week.

“Nope, nope. I’m not saying a word to you until we arrive.” Harry shrugged his shoulders, still shooting down every single question you had that day. You raised your eyebrows at his antics and muttered out a small ‘okay’, smiling and shaking your head at your darling boyfriend.

Silence took over the car, only the sound of the quietened radio flowing through the speakers. Harry, being Harry, couldn’t deal with the silence and felt the need to fill it in; completely going against what he previously stated so confidently.

“You’re gunna love it there, you know?” He smirked, tilting his head slightly to see you in the corner of his eye while still keeping on the road. You smiled widely at his adoration of making you happy. “I’m gunna love it, huh?” You bit your lip, trying to contain your smile in Harry’s cheeks growing rosy just in reaction of your smile.

“Yeah, your gunna have to help me though!” He breathed out, leaving little to the mind as your smile dropped slightly, realising where the hell is he actually taking you?

Eyes widening, you taunted “You’re not gunna murder me are you?”. Harry threw his head back, it hitting the car seat in response to your weird sense of humour he secretly loved so much.

“No! Y/N, I’m not going to murder you! Yet.” He grinned, not making eye contact but giggling when he heard your gasp from beside him. “Harry Lewis!” You placed your hand on your heart.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding! Look we’re here now!” He smiled, shaking his head at you but unable to tear his eyes away from your beauty as he parked up.

Pushing yourself up slightly, you peered around to find any sign of where Harry took you for today. Harry bit his tongue, excitement flooding through his veins in closing preparation of your reaction he’s been waiting for.

While scanning through the places, your eyes stopped on the front sign, your mouth falling agape.

Harry took your reaction as happiness and nodded enthusiastically, his cold hands grabbing onto yours causing your shocked face to meet his.

You swallowed your drying throat. “You took me ice-skating?” You whispered, voice lacking air it went quiet. Harry grinned, shrugging his shoulders doing so. “Yeah I did! Your welcome!” He rubbed your hand with his, warming you up but unable to keep still.

Eyes, still wide as ever, looked deep into his. “Why? Why? What? I- Why?” You stuttered, tripping over your own sentences as your mouth had a mind of its own.

Both of Harry’s hands slid up to your face, “Well, I was thinking of that time you told me you were really good at ice-skating and I’ve wanted to try it with you ever since!” He beamed, brushing your hair behind your ears ever so delicately.

Your brows furrowed for a moment, questioning when he got those words out of your mouth before. Then you realised.

Slapping a hand over your mouth to muffle a loud squeal of laughter made Harry pull away, confusion written on his face; still delved into the ongoing idea of your being some pro ice-skater.

“Harry!” You spoke with your hand still over you mouth. He tilted his head, now him being the one with the furrowed brows and out of place look.

“Harry, I said that during a 2 truths and a lie!” You laughed, pulling your hand away from your face. Harry jaw fell slack for a millisecond, then pointing “It was the lie!”. You repeating “It was the lie!” Before the two of you toppled over with laughter, slapping each other’s arms unconsciously as your bodies slid down slightly in the car seats.

“I can’t cancel now, I already booked it Y/N!” He grew concerned. Your eyes softened on how far he went with this just to make you happy; well, even though you can’t skate for shit, the thought was there!

You straightened your posture and let your hands fall on your lap. “I’ll still do it,” He looked up at you, his soft spot for you only increasing. “Sure, we can’t skate the best, you know. But, it’ll just be a laugh,” The two of you leaned in. “Just me and you.” You pressed your lips to his and automaticity his hands slid into your hand and tugged you closer to him.

Pulling away, you two stared at one and other with blushing cheeks and a cheesy grin plastered onto their face.

“Just the two of us.” He whispered before diving into her lips once again.

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𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘’𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐌 𝐖𝐀𝐒 slung over your shoulder, his boy weight leaning entirely on your right side, limping as he walked. You, on the other hand, were walking weirdly despite the grown man clinging onto one half of yourself.

“It’ll be a laugh, huh Y/N?” Harry grumbled into your hair, “It could’ve gone worse!” You retorted, trying to convince yourself more than him.

Harry pulled his head away from its comfy spot delved in your hair. “Y/N, you literally fell on your ass sixteen times and I have basically twisted my ankle in.”

“While you did try and do a backflip on it” You mumbled under your breath. Harry shook his head and looked between the two of you. “We are such idiots.”

Titled your head upwards to him, you placed your head in his chest. “Just two idiots on an ice rink.” You whispered as he kissed the top of you head.

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