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OSCAR PIASTRI as SPIDERMAN

YOU (yes...you) as THE LOVE INTEREST (fem!reader)

LANDO as HIS BEST FRIEND

GEORGE as THE BULLY

AUNT MAY as NICOLE PIASTRI

MARK WEBBER as IRONMAN

The rest of the characters will be introduced in each chapter’s description. <3<3

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Y/n is a multimillionaire. Wanda Maximoff is a divorced mum of two twin boys who is trying her best. What happens when their paths cross at a club and Y/n takes Wanda home for the night?

Warnings: This story is an 18+ read, Minors DNI, contains talks and description of Death, Accidents, Injury, Child Loss, Abuse (Physical and Emotional), Anxiety, Panic Attacks, Suggestive themes, Smut (Each Chapter With Themes Explained), Angst (Lots of It), And Some Fluff Thrown in because I felt bad. Top Reader, Bottom Wanda

Each chapter will come with their own warnings.

This is a story that I have put up on my Wattpad and my Ao3 and thought I would share it here for more of you wonderful people. I do hope you enjoy this read. There will be mistakes here and there and maybe some incorrect translations.

So this is an AU story with the MCU characters. So the ages and story lines with be changed and different from that in the movies. 

I will right some history for each character as the story progresses just so ages and other things make sense. 

All the Character's in this are played by their respective actors and certain aspects of the MCU have been added in. But once again its not going to be an alternative marvel story it is a completely different universe. 

I don't own any if the MCU characters.

Master List

PART ONE: DINNER WITH THE JACKSONS

Summary: Nico di Angelo and Will Solace are living an idyllic suburban life in the town of Westview, New Jersey. As their surroundings begin to move through different decades and they encounter various television tropes, the couple suspects that things are not as they seem.

Oh, A newlywed couple just moved to town

A regular husband and husband

Who left the big city to find a quiet life

Will&Nico!

He’s the prince of darkness in a small-town locale

He’s a hubby with a warmth that can stun

How will this duo fit in and fulfill all?

By sharing a love like you’ve never seen

Will&Nico!

The sun cast a golden glow over the flawless suburban neighborhood, where white picket fences framed rows of cheerful homes.

Will Solace whistled a bright, off-key tune as he flipped pancakes on the stove. He wore a checkered apron over his crisp white shirt. The smell of warm batter and syrup filled the air.

Behind him, Nico di Angelo sat at the kitchen table, his dark eyes glued to the calendar on the wall. A red circle marked today’s date, bold and insistent. His brows knit together in thought, and his pale fingers absently drummed against the polished wood of the table.

“Darling, if you keep staring at that calendar any harder, you might just set it on fire,” Will teased, his sunny tone filled with exaggerated warmth. He flipped a pancake into the air with unnecessary flair, catching it perfectly in the pan. “Breakfast won’t set itself, you know.”

Nico barely looked up. “I’m thinking,” he muttered, his voice low and distant.

“About how lucky you are to have a husband who can cook like this?” Will quipped, sliding a stack of golden pancakes onto a plate. He placed it in front of Nico with a flourish, as though presenting a gourmet masterpiece.

Nico huffed a quiet laugh but didn’t take his eyes off the calendar. “What’s so special?”

“Special?” Will echoed, raising an eyebrow. He grabbed a cup of coffee and sat across from Nico, his smile tinged with mischief.

Nico’s his expression remained cool. “Nothing,” he said, forcing a casual tone.

Will leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand. “Hmm, why the brooding darling? You look like you’re plotting a murder.”

“Maybe I am,” Nico said flatly, but the corner of his mouth twitched upward.

Will laughed, the sound bright and infectious. “Well, I hope it’s not me you’re plotting against. Percy’s called another big meeting, and you know how he gets when someone doesn't show up.” He stood, adjusting his tie with exaggerated precision. “Percy Jackson and deadlines are a match made in chaos.”

“Work,” Nico repeated, watching Will grab his briefcase. “Sure. Have fun.”

Will leaned down to plant a quick kiss on Nico’s temple. “Try not to miss me too much, love. See you tonight!”

And with that, he was gone, leaving Nico alone with his thoughts and the mocking red circle on the calendar.

As the hours dragged on, Nico’s unease grew. The date gnawed at him, refusing to let go. He paced the living room, his black shirt and slacks blending into the shadows. What was it? Had he truly forgotten something important? An anniversary? A birthday?

He stopped in front of the calendar, staring at the marked date as though it might whisper its secrets. “He’s going to kill me if I messed this up,” Nico muttered. His mind raced, and then, like a switch flipping, he understood. Their anniversary! If it wasn't either of their birthdays, it's got to be their anniversary. And he was going to make it unforgettable.

By the time Will returned home, the house was transformed. The curtains were drawn, and soft candlelight bathed the room in a golden glow. The record player spun a sultry jazz tune, and a bottle of wine sat open on the coffee table. Nico stood near the door, his dark eyes catching the flicker of the flames. His usual brooding demeanor was replaced by an air of deliberate mystery, his black shirt unbuttoned just enough to suggest he’d been waiting for this moment all day.

Will stepped inside, his hand on the doorknob as he surveyed the scene. “Well, this is... unexpected,” he said, his lips curling into a crooked smile.

Nico smirked, leaning casually against the wall. “Welcome home, sunshine,” he said, his voice low and smooth. “I thought we could make tonight special.”

Before Will could respond, the sound of a car door slamming outside made them both turn. Nico’s eyes widened as two figures approached the house. Percy and Annabeth Jackson walked towards them, looking far less glamorous than the romantic evening Nico had planned.

“Oh,” Nico said flatly, his voice dripping with disappointment. “We’re... having company.”

Will’s screwed up in confusion. “Percy and Annabeth are joining us for dinner. Did you not remember, love?”

Nico blinked, his frustration barely contained. “Right. You invited them over for.... dinner.”

“Sure did,” Will said cheerfully.

Nico’s jaw tightened, but he forced a smile as the Jacksons approached. “Of course,” he said through gritted teeth. “Make yourselves at home.”

Dinner was an exercise in barely restrained chaos. Percy’s boisterous energy filled the room as he recounted office antics, while Annabeth corrected him with the precision of someone who had heard these stories too many times before.

“And then the copier started smoking,” Percy said, gesturing wildly with his fork. “Turns out someone jammed it with, get this, a peanut butter sandwich!”

“It was a granola bar,” Annabeth said, her voice calm but firm. “And it wasn’t smoking. It was overheating because someone ignored the error messages.”

Will laughed, his eyes crinkling with genuine delight. Nico, on the other hand, sipped his wine in silence, his mind spinning with annoyance and confusion.

Suddenly, the air grew heavy, and the room fell unnaturally silent. Percy and Annabeth froze mid-laugh, their expressions blank and unmoving. The candles flickered wildly, and the record player distorted into a haunting, warped melody.

Nico’s hand gripped the edge of the table. “Will,” he said, his voice low and urgent. “Do you see that?”

Will frowned, looking around. “See what?”

Before Nico could respond, the strange distortion stopped. Percy and Annabeth resumed their conversation as if nothing had happened, their laughter and words picking up mid-sentence.

Nico’s heart pounded. His dark eyes darted between the guests, searching for any sign that they, too, had noticed something amiss. But the moment passed as quickly as it had come, leaving him alone with his unease.

After Percy and Annabeth left, the house was quiet once more. Nico stood in the kitchen, staring at the flickering candlelight. His mind replayed the strange events of the evening, each detail more unsettling than the last.

Will approached him from behind, wrapping his arms around Nico’s waist. “Hey,” he said softly. “You’ve been quiet tonight. What’s on your mind?”

Nico hesitated, his heart racing. “Nothing,” he lied. “Just tired.”

Will pressed a kiss to the back of his neck. “Well, whatever it is, we’ll figure it out.”

Nico closed his eyes, leaning into Will’s embrace. “Yeah,” he said quietly. “We'll figure it out.”

Natasha Romanoff x GN Reader

- enemies to lovers

- angst

- trigger warning panic attacks , anxiety

Part 1 / Part 2 - 👇

It was six in the morning, and you were catching the subway into the city to your job at Black Widow, an up and coming designer brand .

You sipped your coffee and prayed today went smoothly . There was a team meeting which you knew was just going to be your boss , Natasha Romanoff, demanding everyone , mostly you, to do better.

She had it out for you and you were certain of it , anything she had a problem with.. it was now your problem . You swear you'd be an alcoholic from stress if you had the free time to drink but most nights you stay until early morning working on anything she needed ..you ran around like a puppy on a leash for her and you weren't even her damn assistant

You were Creative Director , so seasonal themes , staff hire and apparently natashas personal punching bag were all your responsibility at this company .

As you pushed through the heavy glass doors to the building , Wanda at the front desk gave you a sympathetic smile

"she asked for me didn't she" you sighed , already feeling that bit anxiety in the pit of your stomach start to rise

"She did ...she told me to tell you to go to her office as soon as you arrived" Wanda replied sheepishly "it's okay Wanda thank you"

You didn't bother stopping off at your office on the way to leave your bag and coat because anymore time added on to however long Natasha was already waiting for you would just be a pain in the ass for you .

*knock knock*

"Come in" Natashas voice rang through her office . You opened the door and walked through , closing it gently behind you . You told yourself you would stand tall and refuse to let her bully you but as soon as you seen her stern stare you broke .

"your late" she spat

you quickly checked the clock on her wall to be certain which you were that you were actually early ..

"Im actually early , I don't start till seven fifteen" you replied confused , looking back to the redhead who raised an eyebrow and looked you up and down in distain "your aware you work with a designer brand right ? yet you come to work everyday looking like a washed up hobo"

You usually took pride in the way you looked and your style ,  sure it wasn't everyone's cup of tea but you enjoyed expressing yourself through clothes , that's why you got a job in fashion but it was making out to be far harder to deal with than you thought

"fix it" Natasha added , crossing her legs and leaning back into her chair "was there something you needed me for" you asked , choosing to ignore her jab at your style and to redirect it to the reason she called for you

"yes , these spreadsheets are disastrous.. we are not doing a fashion show in Milan in the middle of winter" you furrowed your eyebrows together not exactly understanding what she was rejecting "but the faux coat line will be on the runway , it goes with the theme I mean you hardly want to buy a faux winter coat in hot weather-" your ramble was cut short by her slamming the folder down onto the table

"I said change it" she demanded sternly

"with all due respect natasha I can't just change-" her second time to interrupt you

"I didn't ask Y/N ! now are you going to do it or do i need to find someone who is better equipped for the job!" she scolded .

"no , I'll do it" you caved , agreeing to change the whole venue to a whole other country for a show that's in less than a month "good , now get out of my face" Natasha shooed you out of her office with her hand and you felt utterly embaressed like a child after being scolded by a teacher in school ..her assistant Maria heard every word and gave you a small smile of support as you walked passed .

You fell into your office chair , you could already feel the tears rising but you refused to let them fall , you were sick of the way she treated you and its only gotten worse over the last few weeks , when she first started she barely even looked your way and now she was at your heels every second of every day , even when you were home she was sending you emails about work things .

Your deep breathes were interrupted by one of the designers , Tony. 

"Sorry, Y/N , we finished the next piece if you would like to take a look at it ?" He offered , peeping his head around your door "yeah , yeah sure I'll be there in a second" he nodded and left you , giving you a couple seconds to write down today's agenda on a sticky note and slap it on your laptop

'change everything'

Multitasking was something you grew good at , while helping Tony decide on finishing touches you were ringing venue's to see where was available on such short notice for such a big event "what if we do linen lining so even in autumn it can be worn?" Tony suggested "that's a great idea , everyone hates having to buy different coats so if we make it suitable for mild to cold weather , not too warm for cooler months and not too thick for colder months , perfect get on that we will discuss it more in todays meeting" you agreed and left to continue calling venues

Sitting down to your desk you could see an email from Natasha and it was all the countries and venues she did not want which was nearly 90% of the ones you had available

"oh my god" you sobbed , letting the frustration get the better of you . You ran your hands over your face and held back the urge to scream .

Three hours .

That's how long it took to find the perfect venue and organise eveything so it was to Natashas standards which were out of this world high .

Meeting time approached and you hadn't even had lunch yet , luckily it was just the team involved with the show wrapping up all the technicalities and finalising the important stuff , knowing you had your end sorted didn't help ease the anxiety in your stomach because Natasha could easily refuse this venue too .

You swallowed down the bile that rose to your throat and took your seat at the big table in the conference room , people filtered in , taking their seats and engaging in small talk . You sat at the end of the table which faced Natashas at the front of the room .

When she entered the table went quiet "afternoon everyone , let's make this quick I have else where to be"

Of course she does , you thought to yourself as you opened your folder "Tony had completed forty seven out of the fifty two pieces , we decided going with a linen lining for the last five to accommodate the warmer months , James has the guest list sent out to all the major news outlets and invites have been received by everyone's management , your pilot is prepared for any weather changes or layovers and has the greenlight from the airports to enter-" you were just about finished when she interrupted you . You took a breathe for the first time since you started talking , slightly shaking at the thought of what she was about to say

"sounds good but uh let's scrap the linen lining , it's a winter line they want the coats to be warm ..that's the point is it not" Natasha teased and if she was nice you would consider it playful but it was just downright rude , a couple of people at the table chuckled politely at her obvious attempt at being funny but it didn't suit her and their laugher made you see red , the audacity was just unbelieve and you snapped

"nothing is ever good enough for you" You spat under your breathe ,rolling your eyes but Natasha along with a handful of people caught it , Natashas eyes widened slightly but she controlled herself until the end of the meeting

"That all sounds good , everyone dismissed , Y/N ..my office now'" she snapped

Oh god

You followed Natasha to her office , she held the door opened for you , letting you walk in first before she closed the door behind her and unleashed the beast on you

"HOW DARE YOU SPEAK TO ME INFRONT OF EVEEYONE LIKE THAT"

"how dare i" you scoffed , rolling your eyes again

"STOP DOING THAT , DO YOU HAVE ANY RESPECT I MEAN COME ON Y/N YOU CANT EVEN DO YOUR JOB RIGHT AND NOW YOUR TRYING TO CHANGE THE LINE ? WHAT KIND OF IDIOT ARE YOU!"

You partially zoned out on Natasha screaming at you, the anxiety and anger fighting each other to see which bubbled to the surface first and it must've been your unlucky day because it was the anger

"ALRIGHT !" you screamed back , Natasha was so taken aback she shut up

"I am sick and tired of how you bully me ! eveything I do for this company  , every fucking hour I spend in this office losing sleep and not eating so YOUR designs are up to your standard and YOU CANT EVEN TREAT ME WITH HUMAN FUCKING DECENCY" your rant had slowly turned into sobs , your voice broke several times while shouting at Natasha and although your pretty sure snot was rolling down your lips you continued to shout , your voice becoming raspier with every sentence

"you..you belittle in infront of everyone daily and everyone is so scared of you so they never say anything but you are a horrible boss , you are cold and stern and you care for nobody but yourself" you continued .

Natasha stood , frozen almost watching you completely lose it infront of her and she was the one who drove you to it .

"Y/N.." she whispered but you ignored her attempt to interrupt you , if you didn't get it out now you never would , you wiped the snot and tears from your face and continued "I don't know why you even keep me here if I'm so terrible at my job , I mean if I can't do anything right just hire someone else ! because I am sick and tired of how you make me feel and i-"

Natasha was becoming impatient being unable to get a word in edgeways with you so she shouted at you "BECAUSE I CANT!" you stopped once you seen how Natashas demeanour changed , she seemed frazzled and upset

"I can't fire you because I can't stand not seeing you everyday" she started " and I can't stand being around you because everyday you come in and your chatty and polite to everyone and you have this stupid gorgeous smile on your face and all I want to do is be in your precence but I can't because I'm supposed to be the boss and I have to be stern and in charge and I'm jealous okay ! I'm jealous you can dress how you want and do what you want and be free from this job once you go home"

Natasha was now standing infront of you , her own eyes glassy "but those are just bigger excuses for the real reason why I'm so terrible to you , I'm falling for you and I tried not to , to stop it or to even be as mean as I could to push you away but even then I can't shake these feelings and it frustrates the life out of me , i feel like a love sick teenager and i hate it "

You stared blankly at the red head "so you've been terrorising me for the last month over a stupid crush" you repeated making sure you had this right "yes ..and y/n I am sorry"

You laughed , you actually laughed out loud uncontrollably for a few seconds until you caught your breathe , Natasha looked at you   slightly confused until you stopped and spoke

"I would never like someone as horrible as you" You spat angrily "you have caused me absolute misery the past four weeks and if you want to fire me because your embaressed one of your staff finally talked back to you then by all means do it , I'm sure I could find somewhere far nicer to work"

WARNINGS: smut, p in v, dirty talk, public place sex, oral (reader receiving, overstimulation, sam fucking reader dumb, mutual pining in surround sound, Marvin Gaye is basically the third main character, overuse of Trouble Man lyrics, tuxedo Sam Wilson should be illegal, smut with feelings and unholy levels of dirty talk, second chance romance with grown folks business

Summary: Years after a near-romance fell through, you and Sam Wilson reunite at a gala in D.C., where old feelings resurface and Marvin Gaye's "Trouble Man" sets the tone for a second chance neither of you saw coming.

The music slides through the ballroom, low and rich—Trouble Man dressed in satin, courtesy of the string quartet in the corner. It's almost funny. Too on the nose. You let the sound settle in your chest anyway, like it belongs there. Like it’s always been there.

You shouldn't be here. Or maybe you should. This is your circle, after all. Defense contracts. Post-blip rehabilitation efforts. Clean suits and dirty secrets. Everyone in this room has blood on their hands and a drink in the other.

You swirl yours slowly, eyes scanning—not for danger, not anymore. For history. And there it is, across the room.

Sam Wilson.