𝑀𝐴𝑅𝑉𝐸𝐿 𝐴𝑁𝐷 𝐷𝐢
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𝑀𝑂𝑅𝑇𝐴𝐿 𝐢𝑂𝐼𝐿, BOB REYNOLDS X READER. by deIphinium
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── π˜‰π˜–π˜‰ π˜™π˜Œπ˜ π˜•π˜–π˜“π˜‹π˜š 𝘟 𝐺𝐸𝑁𝐷𝐸𝑅 π‘πΈπ‘ˆπ‘‡π‘…π΄πΏ π˜™π˜Œπ˜ˆπ˜‹π˜Œπ˜™ 𝘟 π˜›π˜π˜Œ π˜π˜–π˜π˜‹ π˜ˆπ˜•π˜‹ π˜›π˜π˜Œ π˜šπ˜Œπ˜•π˜›π˜™π˜ . π˜Ώπ˜Όπ™π™†/π™‡π™Šπ™‘π™€π™Žπ™„π˜Ύπ™† π™π™ƒπ™€π™ˆπ™€π™Ž ᡎᡎ Following your resignation from the position as leading clinical psychologist for the CIA, you'd thought that maybe, 𝘧π˜ͺ𝘯𝘒𝘭𝘭𝘺, you'd have a moment to unwind. Bless your soul. Because a call from Valentina says otherwise. 𝘈𝘱𝘱𝘒𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘡𝘭𝘺, the man that all but swallowed New York into an abyss of darkness and mental torture needs professional help ⎯ plus a friend to boot. Accepting the offer had, undoubtedly, been your first mistake. Falling in love with him? A close second. You'll come to find that sweet ol' Bob isn't just π˜‰π˜°π˜£. Not by a landslide. He's a package deal of three. And somewhere along the way, you find yourself collecting them all. But hasn't anyone ever told you not to feed strays? They come back. Again, and again. Because strays seek attention and warmth. Strays yearn for kindness and care. Strays will bite, attack, π˜₯𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘯π˜₯ their territory when they think that comfort's being threatened. Just know Bob's canines will sink in bone deep, because once you let him in⎯ letting you go was never an option.
πΆπ‘…π‘ŒπΌπ‘πΊ 𝐿𝐼𝐺𝐻𝑇𝑁𝐼𝑁𝐺, PETER PARKER X READER. by deIphinium
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── π˜—π˜Œπ˜›π˜Œπ˜™ π˜—π˜ˆπ˜™π˜’π˜Œπ˜™ (π˜Žπ˜Œπ˜•π˜Œπ˜™π˜ˆπ˜“) 𝘟 𝐺𝐸𝑁𝐷𝐸𝑅 π‘πΈπ‘ˆπ‘‡π‘…π΄πΏ π˜™π˜Œπ˜ˆπ˜‹π˜Œπ˜™. π˜Ώπ˜Όπ™π™†/π™‡π™Šπ™‘π™€π™Žπ™„π˜Ύπ™† π™π™ƒπ™€π™ˆπ™€π™Ž ᡎᡎ Peter Parker thinks that you're the most peculiar, aggravating, headache-inducing person he's ever had the displeasure of meeting. Stereotypical wannabe villain, with a perfectly predictable sob story ⎯ a governmental test gone wrong, unwanted by the scientists that created you (or something, he doesn't really know), with some weird ability that just makes you a glorified empath. A psychic freak, but not even a cool one. Peter normally deals with you and your shenanigans once a week. Takes him ten minutes. π˜›π˜°π˜±π˜΄. So, naturally, when he comes across you volunteering at Saint Louise de Marillac's Soup Kitchen, all smiles and sweet laughter, he does what any sane person does. Peter follows you around some more. Initially, it was nothing more than innocent curiosity. Something he wanted to prove to himself, more than anything. Until it wasn't. Until he hadn't stopped after the first day, not even the fourth. Until he'd begun bringing his camera, photographing and videotaping everything you did. Spider-Man's a hero by day. But Peter Parker? Oh, you know. Just irrevocably obsessed with you by night.