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When We First Met V (Peter Parker x poc!Reader)
Previous Chapters: Ch. I, II, III, IV
Chapter V: Gift
Peter stood in front of the door that led to (Name)’s room before he gave a sharp rap against the door.
“(Name), it’s Peter.” Peter said.
“Enter.” (Name) replied.
Peter turned the doorknob and pushed the door open as he entered her room, but not without doing a double-take of the full-length mirror (Name) stood in front of. The mirror didn’t show an image of her reflection, but an image of a man with piercing gold
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When We First Met IV (Peter Parker x poc!Reader)
Previous Chapters: Chapter I, II, III, V
Chapter IV: Date
“So, let me get this straight…” Ned said. “You met this really cute girl on the subway, and you asked her out to watch a Star Wars film and she’s never even heard of Star Wars?”
“Yeah, that’s basically the gist of it.” Peter said with a nod as he paced back and forth across Ned’s room.
“That’s crazy. I’m happy for you and all, Peter, but the fact that she doesn’t even know what Star Wars
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Jiltu (Peter Parker/poc!Reader)
Author Note: In honor of Asian Pacific American Heritage Month, I decided to write a poc!reader where the protagonist in this piece is Korean. I don’t speak Korean and I am not Korean, and I will NOT be describing how the reader looks. So instead of using google translate for translating dialogue, except for the title of the story, I will italicize anything that is spoken in Korean. I hope you enjoy this one-shot! :D
Watching Korean dramas, karaoke in Korea Town, and eating spicy Korean food was just some of the few things (Name) enjoyed doing after school as a Korean-American high school girl living in Queens, New York. Majority of the time, she was doing these activities alone, but sometimes, she wished her best friend, Peter, could enjoy them as much as she did.
Initially, Peter did go try karaoke, try authentic and spicy Korean food, and watch the latest Korean drama with her. But after embarrassing himself more than once stumbling over almost every Korean word du
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Hair Game (Peter Parker/poc!Reader)
Author Note: Peter will be 18 in this one-shot. Enjoy~!

It was the first day of Peter’s summer vacation, and he was determined to make the most of it this year. With his side job keeping watch over the busy city of New York as Spider-Man, Peter didn’t have a lot of free time. Thanks to his frequent late night watches, things were relatively peaceful… as peaceful as things could be in New York. Now, he could relax, lay low for a while, and spend some much-needed time with his girlfriend, (Name). Little did Peter know, (Name) was in no mood to relax.
“(Name), what are you doing? You’re not even ready yet.” Peter whined as his eyes did a quick once-over of her pajamas.
“Experimenting with my hair.” (Name) said without missing a beat, stepping off to the side to let Peter inside her house.
“Seriously, again, (Name)?” Peter said with exasperation before he walked inside and took a seat on the couch in the living room.
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When We First Met III (Peter Parker x poc!Reader)
Author Note: I had a bit of trouble deciding what to write for this chapter, so I decided to go with "Exchange conversation". Simple, right? XD
Chapters: Chapter I, Chapter II, Chapter IV, Chapter V
Chapter III: Exchange
“Hi-YA!” Peter shouted a battle cry as he delivered another roundhouse kick to the large punching bag in front of him.
The Imperial March theme played from his earbuds as Peter continued sending a series of kicks and punches towards the punching bag in front of him. A small smile of satisfaction g
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When We First Met II(Peter Parker x poc!Reader)
Chapters: Chapter I, Chapter III, Chapter IV, V
Chapter II: Meeting
It had been one week since Peter’s first encounter with the Amazon woman on the subway.  Since their encounter, Peter had been enjoying his time off from school for the summer.  Now that he had more free time on his hands, Tony had propositioned to Peter to pay a visit to the Avengers Tower to get acquainted with the facilities as well as his future comrades.
“This place is just… just unbelievable. I mean, wow.” Peter said as he followed behind Ton
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When We First Met I(Peter Parker x poc!Reader)
Author Note: This will be a 10 part series, which is inspired by the following imagine. Peter will be 16 years old in this story.
Chapters: Chapter II, Chapter III, Chapter IV, Chapter V
Chapter I: First Glance
Peter was exhausted. He pulled an all-nighter studying for his midterm exams after staying out late the night before crime fighting as Spiderman, and all he wanted to do was collapse onto his bed and sleep until next week. Unfor
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Set-Up II [Steve Rogers x Reader]
A/N: I can’t believe it’s been 2 years since I updated this story. I don’t know what inspired/motivated to write this chapter, but better late than never, right? Click here to read the first chapter.
A week had gone by since your ‘date’ with Steve Rogers at the Thai Food restaurant. Shortly after the impromptu blind date ended, you called Natasha to give her a piece of your mind. You were a little annoyed that Natasha sprung the blind date idea on you without so much as a warning. Thankfully, Natasha had owned up to it and apologized. She eventually began prodding you for details about the date, which you kept to a minimum, much to her disappointment. By the end of the call, you found yourself thanking Natasha since the date led to a second one, if you could call self-defense training a date that is…
Since then, you stayed busy with your usual nine to five wor
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Self Care (Sam Wilson x Reader)
Note: Self-Care is important, and I think Sam would be adamant about putting yourself first and taking care of yourself. Hence why I wrote this piece. Enjoy!
[Name]’s work week typically consisted of the following tasks: back-to-back meetings with clients, pushing papers, morning and afternoon coffee runs, conference calls, and PowerPoint presentations. Needless to say she was thoroughly exhausted. Unfortunately, [Name]’s job occasionally involved her working odd hours and taking her work home with her in order to meet strict deadlines. Today was one of those days.
“How on earth am I ever going to get this done in time?” [Name] used her fingers to rub circles at the side of her temples in a vain attempt to soothe her pounding headache. “I’ve barely made a dent.”
Before [Name] could further gripe about how much work she had left to do, the front door to her apartment had suddenly opened to reveal her boyfriend, Sam Wilson.
“Hey, Sam
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Wash Day (T'Challa x Reader)
This is a one-shot is dedicated to the black women out there with natural hair or transitioning. You know who you are. :D
It was that time again.  One of [Name]’s least favorite times of the day: wash day.  The day she had to set aside plans to make sure her hair was looking its best.  As much as she wanted to spend the day with her fiancé, T’challa, he had a full schedule packed with business meetings.  [Name] on the other hand, had a full head of hair to fix.  If she had to choose between fixing her hair and going to multiple business meetings discussing international politics, she would definitely choose the latter.
“Ugh.” [Name] huffed in irritation as she stared at herself in the bathroom mirror, gently pulling at her course, thick hair. “My hair is in serious need of TLC and moisture.  Lots and lots of moisture...”
Once she took out the braids that had been crocheted into her hair, she was left with an
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Thief (Pietro x Reader)
A/N: Inspired by the following tumblr imagine 
Disclaimer: I don't take ownership of Marvel or any of its characters.

When it came to (Name)’s relationship with Pietro, it was mediocre at best. Due to Pietro’s impulsive, cheeky, and arrogant nature, he had a tendency to rub (Name) the wrong way from time to time. For the sake of peaceful living in the New Avengers Facility and ensuring successful teamwork on future missions, (Name) did her best to try and get along with Pietro. Recently, (Name) found that task to be quite a challenge when Pietro decided to start taking her belongings without asking.
At first it was minor things.
(Name) hummed a random tune to herself as she walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge. She grabbed a chocolate pudding cup before she shut the door closed and set her snac
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Take a Powder (Bucky Barnes/Reader)
Note: This story takes place during the 40's before the first Captain America film, so no brain-washed Bucky in this one. The protagonist is also portrayed as a black woman, but because black women come in all different shades, I won't be describing her skin color.

The sound of the doorbell echoed throughout [Name]’s apartment.  She stared at the door, unmoving from her spot on the couch in the living room.  She really didn’t feel like moving.  It was much too comfortable sitting on the couch.
Maybe they’ll take a hint and go away. [Name] shut her eyes and turned her body away from the door.  All she wanted to do was to sink further into the couch and enjoy what was left of her day off.
“[Name], I know you’re there.” A voice spoke behind the door. “C’mon, open up, doll.”
“Ugh, dammit, Bucky…” [Name] sighed in defeat.  She swung
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Running Man [Sam Wilson x Reader]
A/N: I’ve never written anything for Sam Wilson before, but he’s cute and he deserves some love too. Hope you all enjoy this piece! This one-shot was inspired by this imagine. 

When your friend, Sam Wilson, had recently complained to you about constantly being out-run by his running partner and friend, Steve Rogers, you couldn’t help but feel a little bad for Sam. Mostly for his bruised ego. So when Steve turned down Sam’s offer to go out jogging with him, you decide to give Sam an ego boost and offer to go out jogging with him. Naturally, Sam eagerly accepted your offer and agreed to meet you at his favorite running spot. At first, you thought nothing of it until Sam asks you to race him when you arrive at the track.
“A race around the track..?” You blanc
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Language [T'Challa/Reader]
A/N: I have yet to see many reader inserts for the Black Panther/T'Challa, so I thought I'd write one myself. This one-shot was inspired by this tumblr headcanon. Happy reading!
Disclaimer: I don't take ownership of Marvel or its characters.
Note:This one-shot takes place at the after Captain America: Civil War, so there's a small spoiler if you haven't seen it yet. Happy reading!

[Name]'s eyes read over the phrase in the English to Xhosa dictionary she borrowed from T’challa. After repeating the foreign word in her mind multiple times, she set the dictionary down on the dining table and licked her lips as she attempted to pronounce the word.
“Ndiyabulela,” [Name] spoke aloud, letting the word roll off her tongue.
“Gesundheit,” a voice spoke behind her.
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Make Up Kiss [Shikamaru Nara x Reader]
A/N: This one-shot is a little angsty, but hopefully all you Shikamaru fans out there enjoy it anyway.
Disclaimer: I don't take ownership of the Naruto franchise in any way or this picture. I write Naruto fanfiction for fun, not profit. :)

If it was one thing you couldn’t stand, it was cigarettes. You hated the way they made your eyes water and how suffocating it felt to breathe in the smoke, not to mention the damage it could do to a person’s body. Even though you had an extreme distaste for smoking, the love you harbored for Shikamaru allowed you to overlook the fact that he was a smoker, up until your father died of cancer last year. After his death, you could hardly stand to even look at a box of cigarettes without crying, let alone watch your boyfriend smoke the exact same brand your father used to. Naturally, Shikamaru decided that year to kick his habit out of respect for you and your father. Despite his efforts
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Sharing Kiss [AU!Sasuke Uchiha x Reader]
A/N: I wrote this a LONG time ago, but I decided to bring this piece over to my deviantart account. Better late than never I suppose.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto in any fashion or this Sasuke gif. I write Naruto fanfiction for fun. :)

You glared down at your circled test score, clutching the paper in your shaky hands. It took almost all of your will power not to rip up the paper out of frustration. You were frustrated because you ended up being the second highest scoring student in your class… again. As an overachiever, that was just unacceptable.
Your [e/c] eyes shifted towards your friend who was startled by your sudden outburst. Despite scaring your friend out of her wits, you were happy to have the luxury of being able to yell as loud as you wanted on the school rooftop.
“Sorry, Hinata, it’s just so frustrating. It seems like no matter how hard I try, I’ll never be able to outscore tha
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T'Challa x Reader |Together|
T’Challa knew that (Name) wasn’t one to shy away from things; rarely did he find her upset, anxious or stressed about problems that most people would be. He knew she was strong, and he loved her for it.
So imagine his surprise when he found her on the balcony, staring out into the darkness as if she had a million thoughts swirling in his mind. He could see through body language alone that no, (Name) was not alright. There wouldn’t be any point in asking if she was.
That’s why he didn’t, as he slid the doors open. He came to sit beside her, settling on the floorboards and looking to her with a gentle expression. He doubted she could see it, considering he could hardly see her in the darkness. It shrouded everything, but the dim moonlight let him see just enough.
It defined the frown on her lips quite clearly.
“(Name),” He said softly, finally prompting her to look at him, “What is wrong?”
She laughed, breaking her gaze to look at the
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Lessons [Steve Rogers x Reader]
You don’t know how you ended up at the museum after work. Despite living in Washington D.C., you never took full advantage of the history and culture it has to offer. You worked for S.H.I.E.L.D. in Cyber Security, and despite your lack of skill as a field agent you’re most valuable at ethical hacking and improving S.H.I.E.L.D.’s network defenses. Your daily work schedule normally lasted for about ten to twelve hours, but due to the upcoming federal holiday, your department was allowed to end the workday early with paid leave.
Most recently the Smithsonian Air & Space Museum opened up an exhibit featuring Captain America. Since your trip to the museum was spur of the moment you decided to check out the new exhibit. Though the demonstrations within the exhibit said he’s deceased, coverage from the Battle of New York two years prior proved otherwise.
“They should’ve opened this at the American History Museum instead… it doesn’t make sense,
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Steven Stone x Reader |Adventures Await|
Every passing day led towards a moment you were dreading.
It was marked on your calendar in a classic red, the date looming over you. It took a lot of preparation, but you were finally about to accept what was to come. When the designated date came, you resigned yourself to slump out of bed, and get ready. You kept repeating in your mind that what was to come was inevitable, and it would be selfish of you to try and change it.
Upon arriving near the bay, you overlook the water. Ferries travelled across as far as the eye could see, causing a caged-like feeling to overcome you. There was nothing you could do. Or, if you did do something, it wouldn't have a heavy effect. All you could do was just watch.
There was a tap on your shoulder; one that earned you jumping a few inches into the air. After calming down from the startled event, you turn around. Face-to-face with the Champion of Hoenn himself - Steven Stone. He's giving you a soft grin, and holds his hand out for you to take. Hesitan
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The Doctor's Assistant (Bucky Barnes x Reader) 01
Watch Me Gallery Commisions

Warning(s): Minor Spoilers for Civil War
Title: The Doctor's Assistant
Number in Series: One
Pairing: James Buchanan Barnes (A.k.a Bucky) x Reader
Fandom: Avengers
Word Count: 2,125
((Your Magic Outfit: ))
((Normal outfit for today: ))
    Superheros fighting other superheroes. That didn't seem like a good idea. The war had just begun, though you
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Mature content
This Is The Beginning (Noah X Reader) :iconmiss-union-jack:Miss-Union-Jack 39 25
Imperfectly Perfect|TamakixReader
Imperfectly Perfect
Request for bonkers-4-hatter

At one point in their lives, everyone has had to admit they are not perfect and neither is the rest of the world. But not everyone has realized that their flaws make them the person they are.
However, the choice is up to you whether those 'flaws' will make you or break you.
In your case, it more or less crushed you. Girls your age were obsessed with their appearance, and sadly, their weight. You were just a little bit below the rest of Ouran's population of girls' standards.
At first, it didn't seem much as a problem to you. But as time progressed, it became more and more of a bother. You grew a dress size, which surprised your friends.
Soon, rumors spread. You became more closed and more reserved. You ditched your 'friends' for the sweet confines of your home to sob to yourself at night.
Time passed, and thankfully, the rumors spread about you died down. Nevertheless, voices haunted your thoughts to po
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"Hikaru and Kaoru Hitachiin!" you screamed, flailing in their grasps. The twins were currently dragging you by your arms, your heels making an unpleasant sound against the school's marble floor.
Worst part: You couldn't see where you were going.
Unfortunately, the twins were stronger than you (heck, one of them alone was stronger than you, let alone combined). I'm sorry to say there was no liable escape.
You kicked, screamed, shouted, and wriggled furiously. Nothing would work. Any regular girl in your grade would literally kill to be in your shoes right now. Being carried by the Hitachiin twins! Sigh...
Well, let's just say you weren't a regular girl.
"Where are you taking me?!" you shouted. "It's a surprise!" they giddily announced in unison. Rolling your eyes, you groaned and went limp. It's useless to fight as you figured out.
They dragged you along some more, until they stopped at a room with what you could see was called 'Music
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Welcome to the Host Club! TamakixReader
   It was another beautiful day at Ouran High School. The sun beamed at you through the large windows as you made your way happily down the hall with two of your friends. Your pastel-yellow uniform dresses swished as you walked and giggled with the other two girls. Today was the day you were to have your first visit to the school's most popular club; Ouran High School Host Club. Your two friends had been there several times, and even had their favorite boys that they liked to request. At first you had been reluctant to agree to go, knowing that it would be a room full of girls fawning over the same guys, but you eventually consented to go. Your friends liked to believe they were the ones who convinced you, but the thing that really made you want to go was the thought of spending time with the club's leader, Tamaki Suoh.
   You'd always admired the tall, well-mannered blonde boy, though you preferred to hide it. You knew that you were definitely not the only one with
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Don't Hide (TamakixReader)
Don't Hide

"H-hi," you stuttered out to the cheerful school nurse. Nervously twisting your yellow uniform, you continued, "Um. This may be the oddest request you've ever gotten, but- uh," your voice cracked slightly, "Do you think I can sit in here for a while and cry?"
She looked surprised at what you were asking, but quickly covered it up with a happy grin once more. After receiving a small nod from the woman, you ducked behind a separating curtain and sat on the soft cot.
A soft sigh escaped your slightly curved down lips, cracking your mask in all the right places, just for a moment. A loud sob racked through your body and you hid your flushed face behind your hands.
Only a few moments later, you raised your head. Wiping your tears away and replacing your destroyed mask with another smile. With a wave to the nurse, you walked out just as the bell rang, signalling the end of lunch. You walked to class as though nothing had happened.
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T'Challa x Reader |Grieve|
You wouldn't deny the excitement in your eyes as you hurried to the bedroom. A soccer ball was grasped tight in your hands, ready to be played with. It was the perfect thing for you to find (W'Kabi gave it to you). A rousing game of football just for the two of you. 
'He's going to love this.' You thought happily, spinning the shiny ball in your hands. 'It'll be just like old times.'
You smiled at the idea of playing keep-away with the king, just as you had so many years ago. Thanks to becoming heroes, the two of you hardly had time to, anymore. But after the heavy losses sustained in the last few weeks, there hadn't been a better time. And so you strode down the hal, pausing at the bedroom door...that was closed.
For a second, your brow furrowed. It was unlike T'Challa to lock the door.
"Maybe he's sleeping." You murmured to yourself, and quietly entered the passcode known by you and W'Kabi. As the door slid open, you peeked inside. "...T'Challa? Are you awake? I wa
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Take It Slow (Quicksilver x Reader)
Take It Slow (Quicksilver x Reader)
"Can I help you?" You held your pen up, ready to take the young man's order.
He jumped, looking up. Electric blue eyes looked up at you from under a head of blonde hair, dark roots showing.
"Can I take your order?" You asked again.
"Oh yes, I'm sorry." Sweet Jesus that accent was glorious. You tried not to stare as the man ran a hand through his hair, smiling up at you. "Could I have a decaf coffee and some pie please?"
Oh shit, you were so screwed.
"What kind would you like?"
"What would you recommend?" He asked, still with that incredible smile on his face.
"Um," it took you a second to remember what it was you were supposed to be doing. "The- the apple turnovers are amazing. They aren't technically pies, but they're worth it."
"Alright." His smile grew. "I'll have one of those please."
"Yeah," you stammered. "I'll be right back with that."
"Thank you beautiful."
You felt your face burst into flames and you hurried into the kitchen, praying he didn
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Boyfriend's Back (Aou!Pietro x Reader)
“Typing away, as always.”
You groaned when you heard the familiar, irritating voice. You raised your eyes from your computer screen up to the face of the person intruding on your personal space.
“Well it is my job. Security defenses don’t code themselves.” You looked away and continued your typing, hoping he would get the hint. But that, of course, was wishful thinking. Instead of leaving he placed his hands on either side of your monitor and leaned forward, the smell of his cheap cologne over whelming your senses.
“You’re too pretty to worry about numbers and codes. Don’t we have better people for that?”
“I worked with Tony Stark personally when he collaborated with the lead computer engineers to enhance the S.H.I.E.L.D network after the New York incident. I’d say I’m the exact type of person that should be doing this,” you retorted, your fingers never stopping their work.
“Alright, touchy. This work h
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Best Intentions (Clint Barton X Reader)
On second thought, the toast might have been too much.
Clint stared at the destruction around him. Bits of eggshell and flour covered the floor, the smell of burnt eggs and Pam floated through the air, and dirty dishes were strewn across the counter. The mess aside, Clint thought he did a pretty decent job (considering the only thing he made on a regular basis was Ramen).
The toast however… now that was bad. He really didn’t give it a second thought until it caught on fire.
“Shit!” The avenger muttered as he snatched the toast out of the toaster and smothered the flames. Smoke from the now extinguished toast drifted up and right into the waiting sensors of the fire alarm.
“Shit shit shit!!” Clint said as the alarm began to sound at an excruciating volume. He winced as feedback from his hearing aids flooded his system. With nimble fingers, he pulled his aids out and shook his head – trying to clear it. He ran over to the alarm, toast and
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Previous Chapters: Ch. I, II, III, IV

Chapter V: Gift

Peter stood in front of the door that led to (Name)’s room before he gave a sharp rap against the door.

“(Name), it’s Peter.” Peter said.

“Enter.” (Name) replied.

Peter turned the doorknob and pushed the door open as he entered her room, but not without doing a double-take of the full-length mirror (Name) stood in front of. The mirror didn’t show an image of her reflection, but an image of a man with piercing gold hues, much like the ones (Name) had. He had dark brown skin and donned a set of heavy gold platted armor and a gold helmet with horns on top.

“Um, am I…did I come at a bad time?” Peter asked as he stood slack-jawed with amazement.

“Not at all. You have perfect timing.” (Name) said with a soft smile. She motioned Peter to step forward before she gestured a hand to the mirror. “Peter, I’d like you to meet my father, the guardian of Asgard and guard of the Bifrost Bridge, Heimdall.”

Peter cautiously approached the mirror before a nervous smile graced his lips. When he came over the Avengers Tower to visit (Name) to hang out, he certainly didn’t expect to be meeting her father. Had Peter known beforehand, he would’ve prepared in advance how to properly greet Heimdall. At the very least prepared enough so that Heimdall would think Peter was competent enough to speak the English language. With only seconds to prepare an introduction, Peter said the first thing that came to his mind.

“It’s uh… nice to meet you… sir.” Peter said as he held up a shaky, sweaty hand. He mentally kicked himself for his awkward reply.

Thankfully, Heimdall wasn’t put off by Peter’s uneasiness. Who could blame him? Heimdall was a powerful being and a forced to be reckoned with. His appearance and stance easily commanded respect and his appearance alone showcased just how big of a role he played on Asgard.

“I’ve heard quite a few things about you, Peter.” Heimdall said with a gentle smile. “It does my heart good to hear that my daughter has met someone as passionate and driven to protect Midgard as she has.”

Peter couldn’t help but beam with pride, his face growing hot.

“Thank you. I’ve really enjoyed working with (Name). To be honest, it’s an honor to work with someone like her. There’s nobody else out there like her.” Peter said.

Much to (Name)’s surprise, Heimdall roared with laughter. Not a laugh of derision, but of appreciation. Appreciation for Peter speaking with sincerity and kindness about his daughter.

“I couldn’t agree more. She truly is one of a kind. I entrust that you’ll continue to look out for her.” Heimdall said.

“Of course. Without a doubt.” Peter nodded his head.

Upon hearing Peter’s determination to look out for (Name) as promised made her heart do a small leap inside her chest. She briefly averted her gaze from Peter and let it wander on a random corner of the wall before she turned her focus back to the mirror. She cleared her throat to get their attention.

“I’m glad I had a chance to talk with you again, Father. I’ll contact you again soon.” (Name) smiled.

“I look forward to it. You two take care.” Heimdall replied, returning the smile.

(Name) slowly waved a hand over the mirror before the image of Heimdall slowly faded away, leaving behind a plain full-length mirror.

Peter stared at the mirror silently for about another minute before he turned to face (Name), excitement etched on his face.

“That was so cool!” Peter said, his eyes lighting up with jubilance. “How did you do that? How did I NOT know you could do something like that?”

“Oh, it’s just an incantation.” (Name) shrugged, rubbing her shoulder awkwardly. “I can enchant objects with different magical abilities. Like use a mirror to look at others from far away. It’s one of the few magical abilities I learned from the Queen of Asgard when I was a child.”

“Oh, so it’s like Asgard’s version of FaceTime then?”

“Exactly. Wait, what’s FaceTime?”

“It’s an app that you use on your phone to… well, never mind. I’ll explain later.” Peter, said waving it off in a dismissive manner “Anyway, I take you two had a lot to talk about since this is your first time here.”

“Not really. My father just contacted me to tell me happy birthday, and see how I’m doing. My father can see and hear nearly everything that happens on this planet, including the other realms, but he still likes to occasionally check in with me.”

“Oh, that’s nice of him. Wait a minute. Did you say your birthday is today?” Peter said in disbelief.

“That’s right. We generally don’t celebrate birthdays on Asgard, but my father still likes to wish me happy birthday. It’s tradition not to acknowledge one’s day of birth on Asgard, and instead acknowledge that everyone on Asgard becomes a year older with each new year that arrives.”

Peter couldn’t believe what he was hearing. It was (Name)’s birthday and she wasn’t going to celebrate it?

“Are you serious? But your birthday is worth celebrating!” Peter exclaimed. “At least with some cake and candles or something.”

(Name) laughed, and shook her head in amusement. “There’s no need for that, Peter.”

“Of course there is. You’ve never had the chance to celebrate it on Earth, so why not start this year?”

“I see your point. All right, how should we celebrate this day? I understand there’s cake and candles and you make a wish, but that’s about all I know I’m afraid.” (Name) said with a sheepish smile.

“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of everything.” Peter reassured. “I promise to make this a birthday to remember.”

“All right then. I’ll leave it to you. What’s on the agenda?”

Peter went quiet for a moment before he rubbed the back of his head, deep in thought.

“Actually… could you give me about an hour? This might take a while.”

“Sure. Let’s meet back here in an hour.”


After agreeing to meet back in (Name)’s room, Peter raced out of her room like a bat out of hell and out into the busy streets of Time Square to find the perfect gift for her. Then, it hit him like a ton of bricks: Peter had no idea what to get (Name) for her birthday. He knew (Name) had a sweet tooth, especially for chocolate.

I can’t just get her chocolate. Peter set down the Hershey bar and walked out the Hershey store and down the street. Maybe some earrings or a bracelet?

After looking at several different display windows filled with gaudy jewelry, Peter realized it only reminded him just how expensive it was shopping in Times Square.

“Now that’s definitely out of my price range…” Peter shook his head, a down casted look in his eyes.

Peter didn’t have much money to his name and he didn’t want to ask Tony for money. Sure, if Tony got involved and helped fund Peter’s expensive ideas, it would be elaborate to say the least. But that was the last thing he wanted to do. Peter didn’t want to rely on Tony to plan (Name)’s birthday. He wanted to do it on his own, but he was starting to realize the more he tried planning it on his own, the closer he was reaching his hour deadline. With a sigh of defeat, he pulled his cell phone from his back pocket and turned it off sleep mode to make a call.

“Hey, Aunt May. Do you have a minute? I need some advice…” Peter said.


“I wonder what’s taking Peter.” (Name) said aloud. “I hope he’s not going through too much trouble…”

An hour had come and gone and Peter was nowhere to be found. (Name) waited patiently in her room, keeping herself occupied with a book. After nearly two hours, (Name) could no longer focus on her book and started to get worried. What if something had happened to Peter? After all, Times Square was a pretty big city. After growing increasingly impatient with waiting around, she decided to look for Peter.

(Name) set down her book and sat down in front of her full-length mirror and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath before she exhaled slowly. When she opened her eyes, they changed from gold to orange. She continued to take slow and even deep breaths as she carefully searched for Peter through her omni-senses. Unlike her father’s omni-senses, (Name)’s omni-senses could only be used in small intervals. Thankfully, it only took seconds for (Name) to locate Peter before she pulled herself back to reality, her eyes changing back to their normal shade.

(Name) stood up from her chair and opened the door to her room to find Peter wearing a backpack.

“Sorry I’m late. You ready, birthday girl?”

(Name) smiled at Peter and nodded. “Ready when you are.”


After walking a few blocks to catch the subway, (Name) and Peter arrived near the south end entrance to Central Park. They walked together side-by-side, having small talk while enjoying the sights of the flowers on the lawn, the birds and other small animals thriving in the pond nearby. It was peaceful and serene.

“I never would’ve thought a place like this existed outside your city. It’s gorgeous.” (Name) said with a dreamy expression.

“Yeah, New York is full of surprises. Central Park is a massive park, so we won’t be able to explore all of it today. But on the upside, we can take a pedicab to show us around.” Peter pointed at the parked pedicab down a pathway.

“A pedi-what?” (Name) raised an eyebrow.

“You’ll see.”

Peter ushered her to follow as Peter flagged down the man in the pedicab. After they sat down on the back of the pedicab, Peter asked the pedicab driver to tour the south side of Central Park. After Peter made his request, the pedicab pedaled off down the road.

“This is certainly a convenient way to travel around the park.” (Name) leaned back into the seat.

“Yeah, it definitely beats walking.” Peter said with a laugh.

They passed through the Sheep Meadow, Central Park’s largest lawn and designated quiet zone, and Literary Walk, which showcased prominent writers such as Robert Burns and Sir Walter Scott. Their tour came to an end with the carousel. (Name) and Peter hopped off the pedicab before Peter paid the driver and waved him off.

“I bet Asgard doesn’t have a carousel like this.” Peter said, flashing her a teasing smile.

“Nope, you’ve got us beat there. We don’t have those.” (Name) said with a giggle.

“Awesome. Score one for New York City.”

“Oh, we’re keeping score now?”


(Name) rolled her eyes, smiling with amusement as she followed Peter to ride the carousel.


“This has been so much fun. I can’t believe there’s still ground to cover in this park.” (Name) sighed as she stretched her body out on the blanket Peter had set up on the grass.

“Really? I was a little worried you might have gotten a little bored just taking a tour around the park and riding the carousel. I was kind of hoping I could’ve gotten you a gift like some jewelry or something. But it was too expensive.” Peter confessed.

“Bored? Why would I be bored?” (Name) sat up, staring at Peter incredulous. “You’ve shown me so many things today that I’ve never had the chance to experience in my life. See the wildlife in your world, enjoy the sights, and even ride a carousel. This was a wonderful gift, Peter. A lot better than jewelry.”

Peter stared wide-eyed at her words that he couldn’t help but feel a smile tug at the corners of his mouth.

“I’m glad I was able to show you a taste of New York today, even if I couldn’t show you all of it. I do have one more thing I want you to taste though.”

(Name) stared at Peter quizzically as she watched Peter take his backpack off his shoulders he brought and rummaged through it before he pulled out a small paper bag. He withdrew a small chocolate hostess cupcake from the bag, a candle, and a lighter.

“It’s not as big as a cake, but you can still taste it and make a wish.” Peter put the candle inside the cupcake and used the lighter to light the wick.

(Name)’s eyes lit up with joy upon seeing the cupcake and candle. She gently took the cupcake in her hands and closed her eyes and blew out the candle.

“So, what’d you wish for?” Peter asked with a teasing smile.

“Nothing. I already got what I wished for.” (Name) said.

“And what’s that?”

“To spend my first birthday on Earth with you.”

At that moment, the tightness Peter felt in his chest, his racing heartbeat, and his sweaty palms told him that (Name) was not only someone he respected and admired, but also someone he was starting to fall for.

When We First Met V (Peter Parker x poc!Reader)

Over the years of riding the New York City Subway as transportation, Peter Parker had come across many interesting things. The one thing he had yet to come across on the subway until today was a 6 feet tall Asgardian warrior.

Peter Parker/Asgardian!poc!reader



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About Me: I'm a college graduate with a Bachelor's Degree in English. I work in the customer service industry, and currently considering teaching as a future career. Not sure yet since I don't like public speaking, but people tell me I'm a natural at it.

In a nutshell, I'm a little shy and reserved, but once I open up to others, I'm quirky and friendly. I dislike confrontation and I have a tendency to over-analyze things.

Some of my interests include listening to ASMR videos and Film Scores, learning new languages, watching Disney films, and reading/writing reader-insert stories.

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I've never written in this journal before, but after reading a few fanfics this morning, I've decided to address an issue that I've seen in MANY reader-inserts including my own: skin color.  This may be my personal opinion, but I'd like to think that if you're going to write a reader insert, the description of the reader's skin color should be left up to the reader to decide.

It shouldn't automatically be assumed that the readers are all white girls/women. Sure, that might be the 'common' audience, but what about the readers who are women of color? To describe the reader as having 'perfect white, creamy skin' or 'cheeks that turn red when they blush' can potentially alienate readers who don't fit that description. After all, I can't advise a person to do something that I can't do myself.

Unfortunately I am guilty of doing this as well, which is why I plan to go back through all my reader-inserts and leave skin color ambiguous. If I ever create a reader-insert that's something like "Black!Reader, Chubby!Reader, Tall!Reader", etc I hope to still keep it non-descriptive.

If you're curious to read more about this issue, you can read it here at the link below. Thanks for listening to my rant. ^^…


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UsagiAngelRabbit Featured By Owner Jul 25, 2017
Happy Birthday!!!!

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Thank you very much! ;D
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Happy birthday, Trish! :hug: :cake:
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Thank you! ^////^
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Happy Birthday
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Thanks a lot! ^-^
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