#ACTUAL things that Peter Parker himself has said for why he LOVES her
Text
Arachnid Anxiety
You're Spider-Woman, and you've been tasked with babysitting Mayday. Maybe you have a bit of stress that you need to vent about, and Hobie comes along quite conveniently for that purpose.
Genre: Fluff, reader having anxiety, Hobie giving her advice, very cute, reader is a Jessica Drew variant, perhaps mutual pining if you squint, takes place during the movie but before Miles arrives to the Society, terrible british slang attempts (sorry Hobie :'))
Word Count: 2.4k
Babies are hard to wrangle when they’re crawling up walls.
Of course, Peter B. Parker said that he needs a nap, just this once, and he needs someone to watch over Mayday while he sneaks away into the sleeping pods in the Spider-Society-System. Sometimes he and MJ don’t get sleep for days at a time, so you get it.
But Mayday is so curious, and you find yourself having to pull her prying hands away before she inadvertently tampers with things around Miguel’s labs and causes either a mass outage or a explosion or Miguel’s wrath. You understand why Peter is a little exhausted.
She’s a very cute baby, though, and you can’t help but coo at her as she clambers off the wall into your arms.
“Who’s a good Spidey? Who’s gonna be the best of us?” You shake her up and down and she giggles, wrapping her arms around you.
You instinctively flinch, feeling your Spider-Sense go off.
“Large statement to make. But I see where you’re coming from.” Spider-Punk comes up from behind you, and you turn to him. “She’s definitely punk.”
“Hey, don’t go claiming someone else’s kid as one of your own.” You joke, and Hobie scowls as he pulls off his mask.
“Don’t believe in claims. Or labels, for that matter.” He scratches his hair, looking effortless as he ever does, and you roll your eyes. “She is… who she is. Forgive me for using a descriptive word, Spider-Woman.”
“I get it.” You hold Mayday as she squeals at the sight of Hobie, and she motions in an uppy-uppy motion. She wants to be held by him, but he ignores her.
You never quite know how to feel about Hobie Brown. The Amazing Spider-Punk is revolutionary, known for being better than just his words– he holds himself to the very essence of anarchy. He practices what he preaches.
But you can’t quite get a read on the guy. You don’t know if he’s pulling your leg– or taking the piss as he would say– when he gives his bouts of advice while somehow simply being amazing through it all. He somehow knows what to say but he also isn’t the most comforting, and that in itself makes you drawn to him. He just happens to be kind of rough around the edges, and it’s because of that you know he truly means what he says.
No sugar-coating, ever.
But you hate yourself, because you’ve somehow managed to fall for him.
It’s not uncommon for Spideys to fall for each other. Peter Parker and Cindy Moon, Miles Morales and Gwen Stacy. But you know this is the one time it just wouldn’t end well for you.
You can already hear Hobie’s comments if he ever found out. He’d probably rebuke you even though you’d never try anything. Tell you he doesn’t feel that way and you’re delusional for potentially thinking that he would ever tie himself down. Spiders are meant to be swinging free and all that.
Even worse, he just happens to be beautiful. You’re positive that if Hobie wasn’t so anti-everything he would have stuck with being a runway model. His face is molded in a distinctive way that has you trying to catch his glance, even if he only looks at you with nonchalance, completely unbothered, not a hint of chemistry in his eyes.
It is with great displeasure that you find yourself wanting his bored attention anyways.
And so you’ve been swallowing your crush for the greater part of a year now. You’re sure it will pass like all things do.
Pavitr, as much as you love him, has told you many times about the “chemistry” between you and Hobie– and you have told him every time to fuck off. Not in an actual harsh way, because again you can’t help but love the guy, but because you don’t need false hope.
You’re just Spider-Woman. Another red-and-yellow suited variant of Jessica Drew, you might as well just be another Peter Parker. You know that’s not how you’re supposed to think of yourself, but it’s just how it is. Canon events brought you here, and according to Miguel, it’s not something you chose– you just happened to be there at the right time and place. You’re no Jess, who comes in on her motorcycle, raging heat and excitement on her toes– you are one of the many, instead of being exceptional like the few.
You’re not like Hobie, who is as far as you know, one of a kind.
“What’s on your mind, Spider-Woman?” Hobie asks as he picks through random tech on the desk in Miguel’s lab, taking what he feels is useful for whatever it is he does with the stuff. He’s never used your name, because he doesn’t know it.
You and a few other Spider-People have chosen to stay anonymous, for different reasons, and only Miguel and Margo know who you really are. Hobie has told you before that that’s pretty cool– he only chose to give up his name because it was easier to get along with people that way. Hobie knows there’s power in people.
“Just babysitting. Obviously.” You motion to Mayday, who takes this moment to thwip out a web and swing away from you– but you’re faster and you grab her back into your arms, and she pouts.
“Nah, nah. I mean that sour expression upon your lovely little visage, imbecile.” He pokes your masked cheek, and you find yourself blushing but pulling away from him. Hobie is like that– overly familiar and no real sense of space because he doesn’t care.
“It’s not lovely.” You retort, fully convinced of it because he has never seen your face, only your incredulous expression through the eyes of your mask.
You think that Hobie is again being sarcastic about your unknown appearance, and because his back is facing yours as he searches through random shelves now, you don’t catch how his face frowns at your response.
“Disagreements about your anonymous-but-surely beautiful face aside– not that looks matter, mind you– you’re clearly miffed about something.” Hobie turns and crosses his arms, and it’s with a little embarrassment and comfort that you want his advice. Even if it’s kind of to do with him.
“Well, I guess, uh… lately I’ve just been feeling kind of down. Like what’s the point of all this?” You bite your lip, knowing Hobie’s feelings on nihilism. “I don’t mean like nothing in life matters, Hobie. I mean more that I don’t matt– I don’t… anyways, I feel useless. I don’t have anything special about me, I don’t really bring anything to the Spider-Society that wasn’t already brought.”
"Whoa whoa whoa. Nah, lady, you've got your priorities all twisted." Hobie pulls your arms, bringing you kind of closer to him, and rests his hands on your shoulders, making you listen. "This inner hatred stuff– that sick urge to feel shame and then blast it inside of yourself, all that repression, yeah? It's a crock of shit."
"Huh?" You and Mayday both peer up at him. You behind your mask, and she with her crocheted one.
Hobie picks up Mayday, finally giving into her wishes to be held by him, and she immediately giggles. There’s a subtle smile on his face that warms him to you a little.
"It might feel good in the moment. It might even feel revolutionary." Hobie scowls, and scratches his jaw. "It's worthless. Notice, Spider, I didn't call you worthless. The very action is garbage, a visceral thing that brings no productive value– that's what they want you to feel."
"Ah, because then I'll never fight against the establishment, right, Hobie? I'll be too busy fighting myself." You say mockingly, taking on a fake-pretentious-Cockney accent, mimicking him, but Hobie gives you a chill look and nods.
"Now you're getting it."
"Aw." You slump and slouch and sit on the counter full of gadgets and gizmos next to him. "I know you're right, but… don't you ever get people getting mad at you?"
"You've lost me."
"Like… being so responsible." You roll your eyes as Hobie snickers and whispers the spider-mantra you all know so well. "Or just living by your own ideology so… efficiently. It's almost like a slap in the face to the rest of us Spiders. We don’t know how to cope, and here comes along Spider-Punk with all his personal assurance that even if things aren't alright, he'll make it alright for himself."
"Oi, trust me, it wasn't all that easy." Hobie sniffs and sits down next to you, holding Mayday close and then letting her go as she crawls onto the wall in front of you. "You really think I haven't had a bad day? I haven’t had my moments of self doubt, huh?”
“Uh… well. When you put it like that, it does sound kind of crazy.” You admit, and nudge him with your shoulder. “I didn’t mean any harm, Hobie. I just feel so… inadequate.”
“Just stop.” He crosses his arms and closes his eyes, and you feel that yet again, he’s somewhat unreadable. “Don’t think those things. You’re not inadequate.”
“But I–”
“Stop.” He grasps your hands, and squeezes them tightly in his own, and you wonder if Hobie has ever looked this seriously at you, his eyes soft yet firm with affection.
You’re in trouble, you think. Your heart is pounding and you’re really glad he can’t see your face.
“I don’t think you know how important you are.” He utters so quietly, in that very deep voice that has you leaning in to hear him better. “You’re not nothing, Spider-Woman. You’ve done a lot of good for your Earth-257, I’m sure, and that makes you something special. Like the rest of us– you’re kind of irreplaceable, right?”
“I guess.”
“Not ‘I guess.’” Hobie punches the side of your arm and you pretend to say ow, laughing a little. “If you didn’t exist, we’d all be poorer for it. Peter couldn’t ask you to chill with his baby, and I couldn’t be here talking your ear off.”
“But I’m not– I don’t really compare to her, you know?” You say without thinking, and then immediately squint at your own stupidity.
“Who’s her?” Hobie is wary of how your expression is shifting. “Stacy?”
“Uh, no.” You inhale, exhale, and then decide it’s time to get it over with. “Jess.”
“Jess? Jessica Drew, huh?” Hobie smirks a little. “You don’t want to be adopted by her, do you?”
“More complicated than Gwen’s weird fantasy.” You shift on your spot on the counter, and pull off your mask after a minute of tribulations. “I’m… also Jessica Drew.”
You feel incredibly shy as Hobie takes in your face, wary of his every move as you feel yourself sweating, and he grasps your face gently, peering into your eyes and taking a look at your features, as if he’s really trying to remember them.
“Huh.”
“What is it?” You say a little too defensively, and he shrugs.
“You do have a lovely visage, you silly little sod. Even if it’s completely different from Jess’ face.” He laughs as you shove him away, covering your face in your hands. “No, don’t do that.”
He’s tracing your jaw, and he murmurs. “Maybe you could use a few piercings… a tat or two… ever thought about it?”
“No.” You shut your eyes. “I’m not cool like you.”
“Oh, shut it.” He leans in imperceptibly closer, and you blink, eyes open. Maybe Pavitr had a point that Hobie and you have something, because there’s not really another explanation for that look in his eyes. “You’re plenty cool, Jessica Drew. It was just a shit suggestion of mine.”
You think Hobart “Hobie” Brown is sweeter than you previously thought. You have half a mind to tell him about your feelings.
You and Hobie both look up, Spider-Senses tingling, and sure enough, Mayday is cooing from the ceiling– she leaps into your already waiting arms. She giggles at your expression.
Oh well, you think. There’ll be some other time to work up the courage to tell him.
Hobie half-smirks at her. “Way to interrupt us, Mayday.”
She looks at him all confused, tilting her head in a “huh?” motion, and you feel the same way, not entirely sure what Hobie meant by that and not willing to assume either.
He answers you by pulling your face in a sudden, swift motion, connecting his lips to yours, and in between the two of you, Mayday shrieks and laughs. She crawls off to the side of you, no longer smothered between your torsos.
Hobie is weirdly insistent– you feel like he’s been wanting to do this for a while, maybe longer than the length of your conversation (you don’t know if this is just a funny little fling for him, but you’re fairly sure it isn’t) and he’s a lot taller and lankier than you, so he really has to tower over you to reach your mouth better. He’s grasping your jaw and neck and the back of your head with a lot of intensity– you feel wildly dizzy when he pulls away.
“Uh.” Peter B. Parker is standing in front of you both, mouth wide open, and you look back at Hobie and he grins rather coolly, not really giving a damn. It’s enough to make you snort. “Wait, who are you?”
“Oh. Spider-Woman from Earth 257.” You remember Peter has never seen your face, either. “Jessica Drew?”
“Right, right.” Peter raises his hands in a whoop-de-doo motion, like he should’ve known that. “Nice to know what you look like behind the mask. Not nice to know that you’ve been avoiding your babysitting duties. Why are you two fooling around like prepubescent children? What happened to responsibility?”
“Ahhhhh, please, Peter. Live a little.” Hobie stands up, his full length of height drawing him to about the same height as Peter if not an inch taller. He picks up Mayday and hands her off to him. “Let’s not act as if you and MJ weren’t shacking up in the sleeping pods last week, yeah? Does Miguel need to know about how irresponsible you were?”
You think he’s kidding, but Peter pales and you clap your hands over your mouth, trying not to laugh. Miguel would absolutely throw a fit if he found that out.
“Uh…” Peter swallows. “At least that’s not an interdimensional tragedy-in-the-making like you two.”
“There’s no rules against that, I don’t think.” Hobie shrugs. “And if there are, fuck them. Miguel doesn’t know it all.”
“He really is punk to the very end.” Peter groans and leaves out to the hallway with Mayday.
Hobie flashes a smile at you as he sits back down, ruffling your hair.
#hobie brown x reader#hobie brown x you#hobie brown#across the spiderverse#spiderverse#across the spider verse#spiderpunk x reader#spider punk x you#spider punk x reader#spiderpunk x you#spider verse#spider man#spiderman#atsv#atsv x reader#hobie x reader#hobart brown#spider man x reader#spiderman x you#spiderman x reader#spiderman atsv#atsv spoilers#across the spiderverse spoilers#spider verse spoilers#x reader#reader insert#female reader#hobie x you#spiderpunk fluff#spider punk fluff
3K notes
·
View notes
Note
hi! I love the way you write. could you do something in which peter thinks he has no chance with reader as himself so he flirts with her as spiderman but eventually she finds out
*cleaning out my inbox*
sitting in a lawn chair on the roof of your building, spider-man sitting on the ledge, swinging his legs as he spoke, you listened to his rambling about an old woman he helped today.
it's been the dozenth time you've met up and talked, caught by him one afternoon when you were hiding away. you'd been healthy friends since, mostly surface value and mostly him venting, but this time was different.
spider-man didn't get personal, and you understood why, but since he didn't, you didn't. spider-man is talking animatedly but all you can think about is peter parker, sometimes life just wasn't fair.
you were caught when you didn't laugh with him at a joke, he tilted his head, 'you're quiet today, you doin' alright?'
you shrug, you feel emotionally numb.
'stuff at school, it's dumb. everything is dumb.'
spider-man adjusts himself, 'wanna talk about it?'
'i don't know, have you...' you pause to collect your thoughts, clearing your throat you start again. 'have you ever tried to make a move on someone but, like, telepathically?'
'uhhh...'
'ugh, i don't know. like, hey, if i stare at you enough and say 'ask me out' on a loop in my head, they'll catch the hint and do it.'
spider-man thinks about it, 'i think my version of that would be hey, if i avoid eye contact and pretend you don't exist, maybe you'll get a crush on me and ask me out, or avoid me forever. i'm okay with either.'
you laugh, you feel like he opened up to you, and he's the city's hero, maybe you can open up too.
'well, mine's name is peter parker and i'm pretty sure he has no idea i exist. i mean, not that i've actually tried to talk to him before, because he seems very nice but he also makes me super nervous and i think i would lose all ability to speak.'
spider-man has wide eyes, 'so, yeah. i guess when he didn't notice me for the millionth time today it clicked that the ship has sailed and i have to move on. shit sucks, dude.'
'no! no, no, no, you can't give up! he likes you too! i mean, what if he likes you too?'
'he doesn't know i exist, it's fine.'
'he knows you exist! i'd put money on the line he was doing that thing where he pretends you don't exist because he thought he had no chance or knew he'd fumble the bag so he deemed asking you out worthless!'
your eyes narrowed, 'i'm worthless?'
spider-man clutched the sides of his mask, his voice coming out squeaky. 'you're such a girl! you only hear one thing!'
'you called me worthless.'
'no, i said that i thought i had no chance and embarrassing myself just to get rejected would be a terrible waste of my time.'
you should be more focused on his switch from third to first point of view, but you crossed your arms instead.
'so... i'm a waste of time?'
spider-man groans, it's dramatic. in one motion in tugs his mask off and peter parker revealed.
'you're not a waste of time,' he gestures between yourselves, hinting at all the hours you've spent together, 'obviously.'
'and i'd really, really like to take you on a date.'
you hum, 'is this the part where i avoid you forever?'
a shy smile, 'i hope not.'
#peter parker blurb#peter parker x reader#tasm!peter x reader#tasm peter parker#peter parker fluff#my writing
540 notes
·
View notes
Text
Kinktober Day 21 - Somnophilia
Another hyper fixation I had a fling with has to do with um..a Latino Spider-man. >///> Don't look at me, he's got nice...features....*cough* Enjoy!~
Warning! This work does contain pre-agreed to (although never directly stated) consensual non-consent! If that is not something you're okay with, please do not read! Thank you!
------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Never in your life had you seen someone work as hard as Miguel did. You knew, of course, why he did what he did. The multiverse was a serious thing, and despite not being part of the Spider Society, you knew why it needed the protection it had.
Not that it wasn’t important, you do wish Miguel would give himself a break once in a while. It hurt you to see the man you loved so dear make it back to your shared home looking like he was about to drop to the ground. Yet no matter how much you argued with him about it, he never relented.
You even consulted Lyla about it one night when Miguel wasn’t in earshot. “You can’t just…lace the Rapture or something?” you asked, voice hushed. “Slip some melatonin in there or something to get him to just…relax for a second?”
“Sorry hun,” Lyla told you, the AI sighing heavily in her own electronic way. “I wish I could.” You flopped back against your shared bed at that answer.
Upon wandering through the halls of the society that day, you hadn’t expected anything different. You waved and said hello to a variety of different Peter Parkers and Spider-Mans alike. They knew you pretty well by now, seeing how often you brought food by Miguel’s office to be sure he was actually eating. Sometimes they’d keep you company while you waited for him to return.
The door opened slowly, and you expected the pedestal to lower with your super-powered lover atop it. “Miguel, I brought your favorite by,” you called. Yet as the chair he sat at turned around, you caught a sight that was beyond rare.
Head held up by his fist, Spiderman-2099 was out like an absolute light. You sighed quietly as you set the food down and approached him, doing your best to mute your footsteps. Once you were on the pedestal, you felt it begin to raise and panicked slightly.
Lyla appeared out of thin air, hushing you. You smiled in relief, settling yourself on the metal flooring between Miguel’s legs. “Yeah, you might not want to sit there sweetheart,” the AI told you quietly. When you gave her a questioning look, she points to the area of your lover’s crotch.
Even his spider suit did nothing to conceal the bulge growing beneath the synthetic cloth. You blushed a little, peeking your head around the chair to see if anyone else had entered with you. Upon realizing you were alone, you put your hand gently on the man’s inner thigh.
“You’re so worked up love,” you whispered, caressing the skin their. You watched with a knowing look as pixels slowly dissipated to reveal his prominent erection. You weren’t going to question though, taking your lover’s member in your hand and pumping slowly. “You need to relax more.”
Miguel made a soft noise in his slumbering state, but otherwise showed no signs of waking. Perfect. You did your best to be slow and quiet, licking a line up the shaft before swirling your tongue around the head. With enough saliva built up, you slid your way down, bobbing your head at a snail’s pace. You wanted this to be pleasurable for him, not a rude awakening.
And so far, it was. On the occasion, your love would buck his hips up, especially when your tongue swiped over a few specific veins. You did your best not to gag too harshly, tucking your thumb into your fist and holding it tightly.
Every once in a while you would hear him mumble something in Spanish or even your name, which you took as a good sign. One hand you kept on his thigh, massaging the muscles there. The other took to stroking his shaft where you couldn’t quite reach. You had your lover as covered as the multiverse ever would be.
You knew he was close when the little noises got to be more and more frequent. You focused your attention on the head of his cock, laving your tongue over the slit. “Mi amor,” you heard as cum began to hit your tongue and cheek. Miguel groaned softly as he came, hips rising off his chair.
The sound of the door opening caught your attention, causing you to panic. You’re not too sure what made the pedestal remain so still, but your blood was running cold regardless. “I’ll be with you in a minute,” came Miguel’s voice, sounding as cool and calm as ever.
You looked up only to be met with those tired ruby eyes you adored so much. Once the door shut, your hero bent forward a bit as he thumbed the cum from your cheek. He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead before sitting up straight again.
“Thank you for the respite cariño. Now let me get back to work.”
214 notes
·
View notes
Text
i. old friends
a/n: this is my first story on here so hopefully it goes well, but enjoy!! <3 also sorry if there’s any grammar mistakes😭
warnings: language, mention of scar
w/c: 1.5k
next chapter: memories
okay let’s do this one more time. i’m (y/n) (l/n). i was bitten by a radioactive spider, but it wasn’t just any spider. it was a poecilotheria metallica, also known as a peacock tarantula. because of the spider i got bitten by, i have special web powers. but for the past 2 years i’ve been the one and only spider-woman aka spi-tallica of my universe. but you know how it goes. you save people, you lose people, you love people, you make mistakes with people. you save the city over and over. you know, normal spider-woman stuff. i guess you could say i like being spi-tallica.
~~
there was eight spider people cooped up in a apartment who belonged to one of them, hobie brown. they were all talking about a plan to save miles.
“is there anyone we could try asking to see if they would be willing to help? because if miguel was right and there’s a universe without a spiderman, that most likely means miles is in it. and who knows how dangerous that place is.” gwen said, arms crossed. “i mean their could possibly be a someone..” penni said. “who?” gwen asked.
“she’s known as spi-tallica.” penni replied, making hobies attention go immediately towards the girl. “no.” hobie suddenly said, which made everyone look at him. “and why not??” gwen asked. “none of your damn business. just no.” hobie then walked out the front door, slamming it.
“i’m gonna assume they did not really like each other.” pavitr said, gwen nodding in agreement. “quite the opposite, actually.” peter b. parker said. “they were really close in fact. everyone in hq thought they were a thing. they were always on missions together, always around each other.” peter b. continued.
“but then something happened between miguel and spi-tallica, forcing her to leave hq. and i’m sure hobie blames himself for half of it.” gwen and pavitr looked at each other then back at peter b. like he was crazy. “wait wait wait, so you’re telling me hobie had a little crush?” pavitr said. everyone except gwen nodded at him.
“wait so what happened between her and miguel?” gwen asked. peter b. sighed then started explaining. “she was sort of like miles. she wanted to save her universe. and you know how miguel is, he is against all that stuff. but she attempted to save her universe, and miguel obviously found out and scolded her for it. they argued about it for a good 30 minutes. but she said something to him that pushed it too far and he lashed out, putting a scar across her face. he then told her to leave and not come back, so that’s what she did. and nobody has seen her since. and hobie could never go to see how she was doing because miguel made sure of it. if there was a mission in that universe, hobie was forbidden to go.”
everyone then heard the door close and there hobie was, standing in the doorway. the room was dead silent, all you heard was the noises from outside. hobie sighed and walked down the hall into a room. “i’ll be back.” peter b. said then went after hobie.
once peter b. reached the room, he knocked on the open door to let hobie know he was there. hobie was on his bed, fiddling with his guitar. peter b. took this as a sign to come in since hobie didn’t tell him to get lost. the older male then went to go sit at the edge of hobie’s bed. “what do you want mate.” hobie asked, eyes not moving from his guitar.
“you know it wasn’t your fault, right?” hobie looked up from his guitar and at peter b. he noticed that hobie had tears in his eyes that were threatening to fall. hobie barely showed emotion so this was a rare sight to see. “i’m sorry to say it like this but you and i both know it’s true, but she was bound to get kicked out eventually. i mean looked who she hanged with all the time.” that made hobie slightly smile to himself as he went back to tuning his guitar.
“if it’s anyone’s fault, it’s miguel’s. and we all know that. but we might actually need her for this. we don’t know who or what we’re up against. this universe were fixing to enter doesn’t have anyone to protect citizens from osborn, the prowler, and other villains.”
“it won’t hurt to kill another osborn if it comes down to it.” hobie said. his voice was low but peter b. heard. “hobie, that’s not the point.”
hobie then tossed his guitar beside him and looked at peter b. “what if she thinks it’s my fault or some shit?? i never had the chance to properly talk to her after that because of that stupid piece of shit. the last time i saw her she had blood trickling down the side of damn her face and was crying her eyes out mate!” peter b. looked at him with a sad expression. “well you don’t know that unless you talk to her. and now you have the option to.”
hobie sighed then nodded. “yeah, i guess you’re right.” peter b. smiled at him. “see! now that’s the spirit!” hobie rolled his eyes and got up, slinging his guitar over his shoulder then walking to the main room with peter b.
“you okay?” spider-byte asked. hobie nodded then opened up a portal. “i guess we have a new recruit to ask. now come on before i change my mind.” hobie said. everyone quickly got up and went into the portal.
~~
i was swinging around the city, like i usually do, just waiting for something exciting to happen. i then spotted a man running away with a lady’s purse. i rolled my eyes as i webbed over to the man and snatched the purse up. “sorry buddy, this doesn’t belong to you.” i then webbed him up and returned the purse to the lady. “thank you.” the lady said with a smile. “of course!” i replied then went back to the criminal and brought him to the police station.
as soon as i got to the station, i just dropped the guy off at the front door of the station and smiled at the policemen in the lobby. as much as i don’t like the police that much because they don’t know how to do their job, i still try to keep peace with them. i then left and swung from building to building, grabbing some food on the way. i finally rested on top of one and observed the city.
my spider senses then went off towards something that was near me. i went towards the thing my senses detected me to and saw a portal. it was weird looking, but was most definitely a portal. it honestly reminded me of hobie but i didn’t let that get to me. i got my webs ready for whatever was to come out of that portal. i saw about seven figures walk out and wrapped them up in my webs. once the portal disappeared, i realized it was spider people. i recognized all of them except two. i decided to hop down and investigate, assuming it had something to do with miguel.
as soon as i reached their level i circled them, taking in each of their features. i noticed one of them wasn’t hobie which kinda disappointed me but i wasn’t really surprised. “hey (y/n)!” peter b. said. “what does miguel want you guys to do now? like literally why is there seven of you??” i asked, genuinely curious. “seven?? there’s supposed to be eight! one, two, three.. damn it don’t tell me he bailed!” peter b. said. “nah, i didn’t bail mate. i just know when she’s gonna web someone up. i’ve been up here the whole time.” a voice suddenly said, making me look up. i saw another spiderman, but he had spikes on his mask and a jean jacket on. i smiled knowing exactly who it was. “he finally let you come punk?” i asked the boy on the building above me. “nah love, we all dipped. but we do need your help.” he said then jumped down to my level.
i was honestly shocked he was here. he looked the same costume wise but who knows what he looks like under that mask. i stared at the boy for a second before hugging him, which he immediately returned. “um, sorry for the interruption but can we be released now?” a voice said. i looked over at them, “oh yeah, sorry about that!” i then quickly untied them. “we should be lucky you didn’t use your special webs.” spider noir said. “that’s only for emergencies. you know that. but who’s the new faces?”
“oh yeah, this is pavitr and gwen!” peter b. said, hands motioning towards the new faces. i greeted myself then turned back to the others. “we should probably head back to my place so people don’t start asking questions about why they’re so many spider people.” i said, laughing. i then led the way to my place, the others following along.
#spiderpunk x reader#hobie brown#spider punk#hobie spiderverse#hobie brown x reader#hobie x reader#hobie brown x y/n#hobie brown x you
364 notes
·
View notes
Text
Stolen Moments
High School!AU | MCU!Peter Parker x Best Friend!Reader
genre: fluff
description: You and Peter’s first kiss didn’t go the way you planned.
word count: 2.6k
warnings: references to Spider-Man: Far From Home, Peter not knowing any fairytales/Disney princesses and being a lovable dork
a/n: Another snippet based on real life events of how my bf and i got together lol. Enjoy the fluff and please feel free to let me know if you liked it!
One thing you loved most about your best friend was his inability to remember classic fairy tales. No matter how many times you summarized them, Peter would find a way to botch it every single time. Even going so far as to invent alternative story lines, which never failed to crack you up. You would tease him endlessly for it, but then he’d grill you for having never watched Star Wars or any of the Harry Potter movies. That’s what we’d call balance in your friendship.
“Fairy tale pop quiz!” Peter groaned dramatically as he plopped down on his couch, phone in hand with your big grinning face on FaceTime.
“Not fairy tales… anything but those. They’re my weakness,” he whined. You laid on your side in bed, giggling.
“The great Peter Parker who’s in band, robotics, and the decathlon can’t recall a few simple fairy tales?”
“Well, I actually quit those,” he shared, ruffling the back of his hair with a sheepish grin. Your face fell, eyes wide and concerned.
“Wait, when? Why?”
It’s not like Peter could tell you he was Spider-Man even though he really, really wanted to. The less you knew, the better. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself if anything happened to you.
“I’m really busy.”
“Stark Internship?”
His eyes lit up when you gave him a reason. “Right, yes!”
Thank god for your incredible memory. “Makes sense. It’s been a while since we’ve even FaceTimed each other. You’re usually so busy at night.”
He saw the way your lips pouted as your crestfallen eyes looked away from the camera, making his chest feel tight. “I miss you too.”
Your gaze flickered back up to meet his own. Peter gulped, wondering if he sounded too emotional. Too affectionate. Too… obvious.
“Touché, Parker,” you said, rolling onto your back. “Okay, no more stalling. Tell me… which fairy tale princess ate the poison apple?”
Peter shut his eyes tight, thinking carefully. You both went to LegoLand one time and there was a display case that had the poison apple. You had asked him the same question then, pointing at the apple excitedly.
“Before we’re old would be nice,” you teased. Peter lifted up his index finger and shushed you.
“Hold on, I got it,” His eyes fluttered open after remembering there was a small sign next to the poison apple display. “Little Mermaid.”
“Why would The Little Mermaid eat a poisonous apple?!” You bursted out into laughter at his confidence. “Dude, you said the same thing back when we went to LegoLand. The sign was in the wrong spot.”
“Darn it,” he muttered with a snap of his fingers.
“I’ll give you a hint. Weather.”
“... Tornadoes?”
“What princess has “tornado” in her name?!” you exclaimed, trying your best not to wheeze. Peter couldn’t help but join in the laughter, knowing he was making a fool of himself.
“You snorted,” he said in a taunting voice. “Gross.”
“Shut up, you love it.”
It’s true. He loved your laugh. Mostly because you always laughed with your whole body and sometimes would keel over. Even in public. In fact, you were probably about to fall off your bed right this second because your face suddenly became blurry and shaky.
“Did you almost fall?”
You successfully caught yourself and your phone before it fell on your face. “No,” you readjusted your position and cleared your throat, “Try again. It’s cold weather.”
“It can’t be Frozen… I think I’d remember that. You’ve never said anything about an apple in Mulan the many times you’ve told me her story…” You nodded many times, appreciating the fact he remembered your love for Mulan. You saw how his brows furrowed in concentration, loving how serious he was taking this. “Snow White.”
“Good j—”
“Oh!” he shouted all of a sudden, almost giving you a heart attack. “She’s the one with the seven smurfs, right?!”
Oh Peter Parker…. You’re the cutest human alive, you thought.
Another wave of laughter overcame you, which intensified tenfold once you saw the big dumb smile on Peter’s face. The boy really thought he got it right.
“No… honey, they’re dwarfs,” you said once the laughter subsided.
“... Same thing,” he said, followed by a shrug. “I knew that.”
“Oh, we’re in for a long night. How about Jack and the Beanstalk?” That one should be easy.
“Ooh! Um… wait, I got it, quit laughing, I haven't even started,” he said, chuckling at how you placed a hand on your mouth to refrain from laughing more. “A guy sells a dog or cow or sheep for beans that grow into a big bean stalk and climbs up there and I think there’s a giant in the clouds? I don’t know.”
“I like how you completely disregarded the part where he was persuaded to sell his animal for magical beans, but okay. Pretty good.” You gave him a wink, which he returned.
“Told you I’m good at this.”
“Uh huh. Last one.”
Peter gave you a nod. “Go for it.”
“Cinderella.”
“Easy. She’s the one with long hair, with the glass shoes that’s supposed to be a perfect fit but somehow falls off and I think the guy uses her hair to find her and climb the castle before midnight when some magic wears off…”
You didn’t have enough energy to laugh and risk your abs becoming a liability, so you opted for parting your lips open slightly, shocked at how someone could be so, so wrong.
“I think there’s some sisters or step sisters in it too!” he added, giving himself a pat on the back. “Nailed it.”
“Quite the opposite,” you said, shaking your head. “I love your dumbass sometimes.”
He knew you were using the word as a term of endearment, so it made him smile. He loved you too. So much.
“What’s occupying all that headspace of yours these days that you can never remember the stories?” you teased.
You are… and Spider-Man, Peter thought to himself.
"Oh you know, there's an ongoing battle between my inner monologue and my stomach's incessant cravings for Aunt May's chocolate chip cookies. Spoiler alert: the cookies usually win."
“Oh my gosh, her cookies are the best.”
“Right?”
You both laid on your sides, a comforting silence blanketing the two of you for a few seconds.
“So um…” you started to say, a twinge of nervousness in your voice. “Because your knowledge on Cinderella is so—”
“Awesome?”
“Awful,” you corrected, smiling at his lame joke. “I was wondering if you wanted to go see the school play this Friday. They’re performing Cinderella.”
Peter sat up from his couch. “You mean, you and me, g-going together?”
“Yeah. MJ didn’t want to go because seeing a damsel in distress who solely relies on a man saving her kills her vibe.” Peter chuckled at that. “Are you and Ned doing anything?”
“No.”
“Oh good,” You paused. “You can invite him to come too!”
Oh.
Peter hid his disappointment by placing his phone down on the couch for a split second, gathering his thoughts. Why was he assuming that this was a date? Of course you’d ask Ned to come too. He was so silly.
“Peter?” you said. “Peter~, are you still there?”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m here.” He picked up the phone and gave you a thumbs up. “I’ll go. And I’ll ask Ned about it.”
“Cool. See ya then. Goodnight.”
“Goodnight.”
Peter was so nervous. Which he knew was ridiculous because this was not a date, yet he spent hours picking out an outfit. What does one even wear to a school play anyway? In the end, he slipped on a white button-up with some jeans and headed to the school.
He saw you standing by the front doors, wearing a pretty blouse and shorts. Simple but cute nonetheless. You always looked pretty to him.
“Hey! Sorry I’m late,” Peter said while running up the steps to get to you. “Were you waiting long?”
You shook your head. “Not at all. The play starts in five minutes, so you made it on time.”
“Good. Good…” Now that he was up close, Peter noticed how you styled your hair differently from what you usually did. “Did you do something to your hair?”
“Yeah… is it weird?”
Peter shook his head rapidly. “No, you look good.”
“Just good?”
“Great. Spectacular. Fantastic,” he said with exploding hand motions.
You giggled. “Okay Mr. Thesaurus. Where’s Ned?”
“Ned told me he didn’t want to go.” Which Peter was secretly thankful for, but he’d never let you know that.
“Okay. Then it’ll just be us two. Let’s go.”
The two of you walked to the front doors and you didn’t miss how Peter practically ran in front of you just to open it first. You thanked him and then made your way to the school’s auditorium. Peter always suggested sitting in the back, claiming it had the best view but in reality, it’d be the easiest for him to slip away if duty called.
You did notice his backpack, finding it slightly odd he brought it to school after hours. However, you didn’t think too much of it because Peter always carried a backpack. It was handy when the two of you hung out at the mall and snuck in snacks into the movie theater or when you accidentally bought too much stuff at Target after claiming you only needed one thing.
“I bet Betty is going to look so beautiful. She’s Cinderella,” you said as you sat down on Peter’s left side.
You’re beautiful.
“Really? And Ned’s not the prince? I wonder how he feels about that.”
“Oh, they broke up,” you informed him. “I found out yesterday.”
“What? Dang, we could’ve had a double date,” he joked, testing the waters with you. You playfully smacked his arm.
“In your dreams.”
The lights soon dimmed, letting you and Peter know the play was about to begin. Honestly, the play was far more entertaining than expected because it turned out to be a parody of Cinderella, much to your horror. Peter was relishing at how upset you were, whispering to him every few minutes on how the story “wasn’t accurate.” Honestly, it was super adorable seeing you so worked up.
You leaned close to Peter’s ear, causing his breath to hitch. “This is so ridiculous. It’s supposed to be a pumpkin carriage, not pumpkin pie.”
“... There’s supposed to be a carriage?” he whispered back.
“See, this play is tainting your mind.”
“But you can’t tell me you’re not enjoying it.”
“It is pretty funny,” you admitted, noticing his arm on your shared armrest. You were about to place your hand on top of his when Nick Fury’s stern voice echoed loudly in his ear.
“Parker. Are you in position?”
“No,” Peter said loud enough for you to hear. You immediately retracted your hand and Peter realized what you were about to do.
“No…?” you said softly. The look of hurt in your eyes made Peter panic.
“And why the hell not?” Nick Fury interrogated. Peter slapped his ear/earpiece to shut it up.
“I-I didn’t mean that. Um… I need to go to the restroom.”
“You okay?”
“I’m…” His mind raced for an excuse. “I’m feeling sick, um, I ate dairy and you know I’m lactose intolerant and all that.” He got out of his seat awkwardly, your eyes never leaving him. It pained him to see you so worried. “Oof, I’m feeling it now. Gonna be a while.”
He held onto his stomach to make for a convincing act.
“Okay. Feel better.”
He apologized to you and then ran out of the auditorium.
“Parker, you better be on your way,” Fury’s voice warned.
“I’m coming,” Peter huffed, looking at the backside of your head one last time before disappearing.
Peter finished his mission by the time the play had already ended. He saw you were sitting at the front of the school on the steps, so he had to go through the back and exit as if he had come from the restrooms.
“Whoo~! That was painful,” Peter said as he approached you, hand on his stomach and backpack on his back. He let out a sharp exhale and watched your expressions to see if you were buying it. “I really shouldn’t have eaten that ice cream… I’m sorry. I left you all alone.”
“It’s okay. Betty says hi by the way.”
“Oh. Hi.” He held his hand up and waved at you as if you were Betty. That earned a chuckle from you. “I really am sorry. What did I miss?”
He took the seat next to you on the steps. “Well, it’s safe to say you’ll never learn the real story of Cinderella. Or at least the Disney version.”
“Was it that bad?”
“The worst.”
He nudged his shoulder against yours, flashing you a warm smile. “Are you mad at me?”
“A little. I waited outside the restrooms for you, but you took so long.”
“... It really hurt my bowels. The battle was rough.”
You rolled your eyes. “Uh huh. You know what, I’ll forgive you if you can answer one thing. What’s something pretty much all the Disney princesses have in common?”
Peter pouted his lips in confusion, searching his brain for a possible answer. “They’re… girls?”
“No… they all get kissed by the end of the movie.”
“O-Oh… Oh. Oh~,” he shot you a perplexed look. “Have you… ever been kissed?”
You nodded. “Yeah. By my ex-boyfriend.” Ah, right. Peter was not fond of him at all. “What about you?”
“Me? No…” he looked down at the cement. “Not yet.”
“Didn’t you and Liz date? You guys didn’t kiss?”
He shook his head. “No. And I’d probably messed it up anyway.”
“You don’t know that.”
“Well in the movies and stuff it’s always perfectly well executed.”
You scooted a bit closer to him so that your knees would touch. “That’s only in movies. Most people’s first kiss is awkward.”
“Was yours?”
“Yeah. But I’d like to think I’m way better at it now.”
That made Peter’s eyes widen, but he still kept his gaze glued to the ground. “I-Is that so?”
“I mean… Do you want to find out?”
He finally lifted his head up to look at you. You reached your hand over, caressing the side of his face and he leaned into your touch right away. Was this a dream? Because his heart felt like it was about to burst out of his chest. Having his first kiss was one thing but having it with you? That’s all he ever wanted.
“There’s no such thing as a perfectly executed first kiss. But I’d like to try to give you one if you want,” you said softly.
“Y-Yeah… that’d be nice.”
You smiled and leaned in closer, but Peter got too eager and pecked you on the lips first. He couldn’t help it. He’s been wanting to kiss you since forever. So yeah, it was sloppy and unplanned with zero technique. He honestly almost missed. You stared at him, too stunned to speak for a moment before your face twisted into frustration.
“Peter!”
“What?”
“That's not how it was supposed to be! I was going to kiss you soft and sweet and slow and it was supposed to be romantic. You ruined it!”
“I’m pretty happy with it,” he said nervously. The look you gave him screamed murder.
“Ugh. Well, that’s all you get. Your first kiss. Rushed and terrible.”
“I can live with that.”
You blushed for the first time that night and Peter had to stop himself from doing a backflip out of joy.
#peter parker x reader#peter parker x you#peter parker fluff#peter parker#peter parker mcu#peter parker imagine#peter parker x oc#peter parker x y/n#my writing#stolen moments
333 notes
·
View notes
Note
thinking about what if situations, dunno why but I have the image in my head of Uncle Ben with Pete in hospital after he over does it doing Spider-man shit, Ben's worried. At the hospital, Ben meets a very uncertain Wade Wilson, suffering in his hospital bed with a cancer diagnosis, thinking about if going into the Weapon X program is genuinely worth it, they start talking. Ben talks about life, about how you shouldn't survive just to be alive, you should survive so you can live. Ben doesn't tell him to join the weapon X but he doesn't tell him not too, they just have a genuine deep talk about both sides until Ben needs to go back to Peter. I can literally hear Wade going, “That was fucking stupid", in his head, all that sentimental spiritual shit.. But.. It genuinely does help him, whether he realises it or not. Dunno, just like the idea of it, maybe years later when Peters talking about Uncle Ben, Wade finally feels brave enough to tell him about the time in hospital where he spoke to him.
hmm. i really think the "survive to live" philosophy isn't exactly a very uncle ben coded message. i think uncle ben doesn't embody that - he's a very selfless guy. he will put the needs of others above his own, always. he's like peter in that way - or, at least, peter wants to be like uncle ben. wants to be selfless, like uncle ben was. and he's actually not very good at it. he has to work at it. and it's difficult.
i think the "survive to live" philosophy aligns more with aunt may. aunt may is more about the self, and personal happiness - even though she's a nurse and she's very nurturing and selfless too. aunt may is kind of a free spirit - in fact, i think aunt may and wade have a very similar approach to life and love, and i had written a WHOLE lot of scripts about that. that aunt may and wade - they're kind of obscenely alike. that aunt may didn't know if she could make compromises and be selfless enough to succeed in love.
there are a lot of parallels between what wade and peter are going through, and how ben and may were, as dumb kids. may was a kind of free-spirit, who didn't actually see herself as settling down with ben parker. but ben was a patient, loving, supportive man, who waited for her.
a parker boy doesn't give up on love. he'll stupidly hang on, forever and ever.
I think there’s an irony to that “survive to live” philosophy being the entire wholeass opposite of what peter takes away from the death of uncle ben.
I can’t really speak to uncle ben’s philosophy - I don’t think “great power great responsibility” in whatever way he said it (or didn’t say it - remember, in the comics it was never actually said by uncle ben) - peter definitely took his own lesson from uncle ben’s death and I don’t think it was meant by uncle ben at all. in fact, i think wade might have even been onto something when he said -
obviously uncle ben wouldn’t say that. but - fact is, great power great responsibility is a self-imposed lesson from peter. and it has very little to do with what uncle ben actually meant when he said it in 9319.
I think uncle ben might’ve meant that peter had a responsibility to the people in his life. and a responsibility to himself. that he couldn’t just - disengage with life and shut himself away from it and avoid things and run away from things. it's actually a lesson that is hammered into peter over and over again, and a mistake he keeps repeating.
he uses his responsibilities as spider-man as an excuse to run away from his responsibilities as peter parker.
i think uncle ben would've been disappointed to see all the mistakes peter made with the people he's loved. all the secrets and lies he's kept - uncle ben was a chronically honest man. but he was a simple guy - he didn't have any secrets. may - may's more understanding about it. she knows sometimes secrets are necessary, at a time.
i think it's awesome and sexy that, finally - all the elements are coalescing so that peter will finally learn the lesson that uncle ben actually intended for him to learn.
sorry, i went off on a tangent again. but man, i should finish those wade/may posts. may is so, so good for wade. she'll heal him. i think all wade needed was the love of a mother.
53 notes
·
View notes
Text
Black Cat's Curse - TASM! Fem! Reader
Summary: Peter Parker has been cursed, crossing paths with the oh so feared black cat isn't exactly in his itinerary, and no, we are not talking about or favorite lady, Felicia. On Halloween night his bad luck has prodded him to the solution he didn't know he was looking for.
Word count: 6,537
Warnings: cursing, witchcraft (lol idk)
a/n: Hi! I'm back with a lil Halloween story for you, this one fully came to me last week. It isn't anything crazy but I do hope you enjoy it. Happy Halloween y'all. I adopted a black cat recently so maybe that's where the inspo came from. Bye :)
“What do you mean you can’t do anything?” Spider-Man was about to drop to his knees, to beg. And he never begged for anything in his life, other than bringing Ben back to life.
“Ow Spider.” Her finger with a long perfectly manicured nail traced his spandex covered clavicle. “Yes, they call me Black Cat but it doesn’t mean I know how to undo your bad luck. That’s on you and the poor black kitty you crossed paths with.”
“But whenever I get unlucky it’s always because of you, how come this is different?”
“Hey, don’t come to me with that bullshit, that’s just how things are, you should’ve known better. You’re on your own Spider.”
Peter closed his eyes, not that Cat could see him but he needed a second not to throw a punch at her, he knew she’d dodged with ease but he didn’t want to risk it. Exhaling he was about to humiliate himself once more, turning around Cat was long gone.
“Mother fuck-“ a splash of what he knew was bird poo painted the red spandex of his forearm with sickly yellowy-white. “Seriously?” Arms up in the air, no one to reply back.
Peter Parker wasn’t a big fan of Halloween growing up, he always went for the uncool type of costumes, he clearly remembered asking aunt May to buy him a white wig so he could dress up as Albert Einstein when he was about eleven. Uncle Ben ended up buying him white color spray and a fake mustache so they could DIY the look. Knitted burgundy vest, faux wrinkles on his face and the already perfect bushy brows made Peter the happiest kid in the block.
He was beyond ecstatic with the way his costume turned out, adults praised him and aunt May for the effort when he went trick or treating but the real menace were kids’ nasty words and funny remarks about him. After that he either went with a boring costume, he preferred to fit in, or at least try rather than be laughed at.
It was obvious that the teasing continued up until college, but college was bearable compared to what he had gone through since he became Spider-Man.
Peter hadn’t been in need of a costume for years now, that was the main reason why he liked Halloween now, he could walk around as a civilian in his actual suit, no one batted an eye in his direction during this day.
Flash Halloween party was crazy loud, Peter didn’t know these many people were friends with Flash.
“Hey Spider-Man!” His heart skipped a beat, but Flash was smiling at him. “Peter, you made it!”
Peter took the mask off, he thought this would be funny, wearing his actual suit was comfortable but now he was regretting it, he had several mini heart attacks whenever called him by his alias. He felt sweat dripping from his back. Yeah he would need to wash the suit.
“Of course man! I promised, right?” he laughed trying to disguise the panic.
Flash was wearing a Beetle juice costume, a pretty epic one if Peter could have an opinion on it.
“I see you went all in with the costume huh?” He snatched the mask off Peter’s hand. “Nah this isn’t as good as the original.” Flash laughed.
With cherry colored cheeks Peter chuckled. “Yeah, I bought it at Walmart. Everyone seems to love the guy so I just thought why not?”
“I’ve seen worse Parker, like the guy dressed as Alex Turner? Pfff lazy.”
“Really? I haven’t seen him. Don’t tell me it’s Harry the one dressed like that.” Peter said amused.
“Almost, but no. Harry hasn’t shown up yet, bet he found some expensive costume made suit and will pull off a ‘I’m Leonardo DiCaprio in Wolf of Wall Street.””
Both boys rolled their eyes. “Wouldn’t be surprised.”
Suddenly Peter felt cold dripping from his back.
“Hey dickhead, watch where you are going.” Flash was the first to talk, pushing a drunk David Bowie out the way.
Peter was in shock, how come he didn’t notice, why were his senses not alerting him of the guy at his back.
The smell of sweet fruity punch and vodka lingered on his nose.
“Shit Pete, do you want to change?”
Peter shook his head, lipped smile on. “No, don’t worry I’m good. Just going to grab a beer.”
“Ok, if you need something just look for me, okay?”
“Sure, thanks Flash. Cool party by the way.”
Flash grinned. “Thanks Parker! See ya around.”
The lights were kaleidoscopic, New Wave music playing, it was a lot and now his suit was wet and cold and there were pretty girls around, and he couldn’t concentrate in one thing.
Fuck me.
Tuning around as he dodged a group of girls dressed as fairies he clocked eyes with a witch. She was sitting on the couch with other people, Peter wasn’t sure if she was with them or not but the staring sent shivers down his spine.
She gave him a lipped smile, one he tried to emulate, not succeeding because she dropped her expression. The next thing he knew it was that she disappeared.
He shook his body to try and get rid of the odd feeling. Finding a beer was easy, what wasn’t easy was held in the need to puke when the warm and obviously outdated beer’s taste hit his tongue.
Peter sighed, he was tired of this, it hadn’t even been a week with this black cat curse and he was already done, no fight with Electro nor Vulture had done him this wrong. Sloped shoulders and a bitter taste he was ready to go home.
Exiting the loud house in Brooklyn, Peter’s eyes found the sparkly ones of a witch.
A new wave of shivers appeared as Season of the Witch played at his back. Spooky as shit.
“Okay, this is worrying me.” He mumbled.
The girl approached him in two long steps.
“Hello,” you smiled, showing him your pearly white teeth.
“Um hi?”
“Sorry to bother you, I saw you in there and if you don’t mind me saying this… you look like shit.” The apple of your cheeks tinted pink.
Peter scoffed. “Yeah? Well, I didn’t need to hear it because I do indeed feel like shit, so if you excuse me,”
He took a step to the right to make his escape, but you took the exact same side as he did.
Peter scowled.
“I—I don’t want to sound crazy but you do have like a bad aura around you, you know? Like a dark cloud following you, and… okay yeah I’m going to say this with the risk of sounding like an insane person but I promise you I am not—“
Taking a cautious step closer, you were too close for Peter’s liking. On your tiptoes you angled yourself to reach his ear.
“You are cursed.”
Peter felt his body freeze, his eyes went wide just as goosebumps formed on his skin.
“You… how did you know?” Peter stumbled back a little.
“As I said, I can see it.” You took a jump back. Your face went back to a soft smirk. “Need help with it?”
Peter looked around, the streets were busy still, it wasn’t even midnight yet.
“You know how to revert it?”
“Sure thing. It’s a simple spell.”
“Can you do it now, like chant it or whatever.”
You scoffed. “Hell no! It’s a bit more complicated than that,” balancing on the balls of your heels you stared at him. Peter was mulling with the possibilities. You were weird as fuck. But he didn’t feel the Peter tingle as it was. He only felt wary.
You had this cute smile and very bright eyes. If Black Cat couldn’t do anything to help him, why not take his chances and accept the help of an actual witch.
“Are you like a real witch?” He squinted.
“Yeah.”
“Fine. What do we need to do?”
You grinned, joyous.
“Follow me Peter Parker.”
Shrugging, you said: “Flash told me.”
“You know Flash?” Well, that was news to him. He never expected him of all people to be close with a witch.
You seemed offended. “Um yes? We take bioengineering together.”
Peter almost choked on his own saliva. “You go to Empire?”
“Yes, I’ve seen you around, you’re friends with that rich kid that always looks at the rest of us as if we were dirt under his shoe.”
You couldn’t help but laugh when Peter scrunched his nose. “That sounds like Harry.”
“Osborn is not always nice to everyone.”
Peter knew that but Harry wasn’t a bad person he just hadn’t been given the attention he deserved.
“So bioengineering, huh? You’re pretty smart I assume.”
“It helps with the witchcraft thing, believe it or not.”
Peter could see why. He grabbed his mask a little tighter.
“Oh.”
Peter heard you say, a second later a car passed by full gas, the puddle of dirty water splashed wetting his legs.
“You could’ve warned me, you know?” shaking his legs only made the water go down into his converses, wetting his socks. He needed to come up with a water repellent suit.
“Right, sorry. Never seen such a curse before. The grayish hue around you goes purple whenever something is about to happen. It’s kinda awesome.” You grinned.
Why was this woman always so cheery? Peter sighed and continued walking.
“Do you have a name or should I just call you Witch?”
You chuckled. “I do have a name but Witch is way more fun. And it’s Halloween, it fits.”
Peter grimaced. What a time to be cursed.
Both hopped on a bus after walking three blocks.
“Are you hungry Peter Parker?”
His stomach felt like growling. “I could eat.”
“Nice, I’ll order some pizza. It should be there when we arrive.”
Peter saw you texting. He noticed for once your whole attire. Pointy hat with purple ribbons and tulle decorating it. You had glitter smeared on your cheeks and eyelids. The dress was black tulle as well with a sparkling touch, he wasn’t sure what it was. The tights had black and purple stripes with a nice pair of black Dr Martens. It was like a modern version of the classic Witch costume he’d seen in movies.
It suited you, what it didn’t match was your always happy features. Peter wondered if you were in fact a witch or just pretended to be one for the sake of the holiday.
“Do you like mushrooms?” You found him staring. Your cheeks went a tone deeper in red.
Peter panicked and looked out the window, far away from you. “They’re fine.”
“Good, I ordered half pepperoni and half mushrooms.”
Humming, you, witchy girl unlocked, your phone and started to play…
“Sudoku? Really Witch?” Peter grinned, this was so odd to him.
“I like it, it keeps me on my toes.” you giggled.
Unintendedly, Peter kept an eye on the game, finger pointing to one square and mumbled “there has to be a nine.”
The grid sheet sparkled after you pressed the 9 in. “Nice one, Peter Parker.”
“Just call me Peter.”
Your eyes locked on his. “But Peter Parker sounds more interesting.” You nudged him, making him laugh.
“You’re so weird.”
“Thanks.”
•••
Peter sat in the living room. The apartment was simple, it didn’t even feel witchy at all. It smelled fresh and there was some kind of lavender sent around.
“What? Disappointed?” You laughed at his face.
“A little, yes.”
“It’s 2023 Peter Parker. I don’t have cauldrons and a crystal ball.” Your witch hat rested comically on the kitchen counter.
“So what kind of witch are you, then?” Peter spoke with a mouthful, the pizza was incredibly tasty.
“I’m not one kind, I just do what I want to do.”
Peter nodded.
“Careful with the—“
Peter’s slice of pizza fell on his converses. He thought he’d been clever by not using his spandex lined boots.
“Shit.”
“I tried to tell you.”
He peeled the slice from his black chucks. “Can I get another slice?”
You pushed the box his way.
“How did you get cursed?” You asked, nibbling on your lip, the pizza resting on a plate on your lap, untouched.
“Crossed the path of a black cat.” He grunted. “Sounds stupid but it’s what happened.”
“Been there. I’ll fix it, it shouldn’t be hard”
Peter straightened. “How long is it going to take?”
You stared at him. Peter could almost see the nuts turning in your brain.
“A few hours, I suppose.”
“Is it going to hurt?”
“Maybe?”
Peter had multidimensional war flashbacks from Doctor Strange, and the other Peters. Yeah he wasn’t in. “Well, now that I’ve had time to think about it I remember why I don’t do witchcraft. You need to find another way. I’ve had my fair share of that and it was quite the hustle so no Miss Witch I think I’m good.” He gave you a lipped smile.
“Okay… um why don’t you tell me about it, I assure you this is completely different and safe.”
“I’m not legally allowed to talk about it, so…” He shrugged. “Also you said it can hurt. I’m not down for that."
“Ugh fine, Peter Parker, but if you go, the curse won’t go away, you’ll have to live with it.”
Peter looked down, considering all that had happened maybe you were right, it’s not like he hadn’t suffered enough to handle a little magic.
“Fine.”
You got up in a jump, disappearing inside a room. Peter heard rattling and the closing of drawers. He wasn’t sure what to expect so he tried to not think about it.
After another two slices of what he considered a perfect pizza, Peter put the plate down on the coffee table. The table cracked in two as if some almighty froze had cut it in two with a really sharp invisible blade.
“How the fuck?” He squealed, holding both sides of his face with his hands. This was nonsense. He didn’t even put force.
“What happened?” You appeared behind him. “Oh… well I needed a new coffee table anyway.”
You went away humming again.
“Insane… she is insane.” Mumbling Peter crossed his arms, trying to not touch or breathe too hard, anything could create a domino effect and make the building collapse or something worse. He could die if he forgot how to breathe!
He guessed that wasn’t possible but he was not going to risk it.
The skin on his back felt sticky but he didn’t dare to move. After a moment you cleared your throat to announce yourself.
“So Peter Parker, I’m going to ask you a few questions…. It's protocol only.”
Sitting down at his feet, you flipped a few pages, grabbed a pink sparkly gel pen and wrote down in pretty cursive calligraphy.
Peter Parker.
Cursed by crossing paths with a black cat :(
“You do this often or-“ he asked.
“Nah, but it’s nice to document these things, who knows when I will need the information.” You beamed, clearly excited by the whole situation.
“Sure,”
“So, have you been cursed before?” blinking, you waited for a response.
Peter wasn’t sure if his Spider-Man issues were a curse, sometimes it felt like that to be honest.
“Not that I’ve been aware of.” He leaned back on the couch.
“Have you killed people in the past?”
His face contorted, now that was a hard question.
“It’s… um not voluntarily… I mean no, of course no” he let out a pretty fake laugh. “But I saw my uncle die and my… my girlfriend too.”
Your face dropped. “Sorry about that.”
He half shrugged, looking the other way, he was not going to cry in front of a witch, this was humiliation enough.
“Er, next question. Do you have allergies?”
“No.”
“Experienced dizziness, or a rush of adrenaline in the past forty-eight hours?”
Peter squinted, these were very specific questions. “ Yeah, but what does that have to do with the curse?”
You shrugged. “See if there are side effects.”
“The adrenaline thing isn’t for the curse… I have a stressful job.”
“That responds the next question… so how long has it been since you got cursed?” your head rested on your palm, you reminded him of that one therapist aunt May forced him to go see a few years ago.
“Three days, maybe four.”
“Hmmm, interesting.”
“Why?”
“Hmm? Oh well, cats don’t just go out crossing people’s paths like that. Most times they have a reason. Have you wronged a cat in your life?” your knee going up and down nonstop, Peter noticed the nervous thick. He had several.
Felicia could count as a cat but she had wronged him more than he had her.
“No.” He scoffed.
“Ok, didn’t want to offend you.”
Peter let out a breathy laugh, this was the craziest shit that he had experienced and he had gone through a lot of fucked up shit in his life.
“Please come with me.”
You stood up with a graceful jump. Dress puffing with air. Peter stared at your hand extended to him. The moment he took it there was this tingly feeling that crossed his whole body.
You grinned. He glared.
The room you got in was pitch black, a breeze came from somewhere, it smelled like incense. With the snap of your fingers a yellow hue covered the room which was not more than 80 square feet, seemed to be a closet.
Three candles were floating, Harry Potter style. His hand went over the flame no wire attached to them.
“Am I hallucinating already?” He said. Hand now going under the candle he was in awe.
“Nope, we haven’t started yet.” You chuckled. “And those are totally real. It’s a very easy spell.” You said proudly.
“Cool,”
“Sit on the floor.” You demanded, Peter obeyed.
With a bright pink dust, you painted a circle and a bunch of indecipherable symbols that Peter preferred not to know what they meant. Instead he focused on you; your smooth hands tracing patterns as if it was second nature. Your lips were tuned slightly upwards, it was obvious how this made you feel. Peter felt his own lips curving.
Hmm… he frowned, that was not right. But his mind was taking over, your long lashes with specs of glitter resting on them. Hair, shiny and soft looking. Peter kind of wanted to brush it to the side with his fingers. Shaking his head he couldn’t be thinking such things, he didn’t even know your name. And you were a witch!
And you are a fucking Spider-Man, chill the fuck out Parker.
Great! He was going insane now.
Snapping your fingers, music started to sound.
“Is that Fiona Apple?” Peter asked, throwing her a quick glance,
“Yes! She gives off the right vibe for this.” Your sly smirk made Peter’s stomach flip.
Oh no.
Squaring down, to be on eye level with him, he caught the very faint scent of cherry.
“I’m going to give you tea, It’s going to make you a little dizzy and jittery.” Extending your palm, you showed him two little rocks.
“What’s that for?” Peter took them either way.
Your index finger pointed to a clear looking crystal. “That’s clear quartz, it clears the mind, attracts positivity and repels negativity. The orange one it’s citrine for positive mood, clarity and focus.”
His chocolate eyes never left yours, for the first time the whole night your smile quivered. You needed to gain some distance. You stood up quickly.
“Whatever happens, don’t let them go. And you have to have them around until the next new moon. Understood?”
Peter sighed, whatever helps him get over this. “Got it.”
You opened a book with a crimson hard cover. A sage green cup rested on the wooden table in front of you. Your back facing Peter, he let the little crystals roll on his palm as he heard Fiona Apple’s voice mixing with the cooing spell you were casting. Words he had never heard got whispered inside the cup, the energy in the room changed in a second, the yellow hue became brighter.
Peter’s body shivered when you went back kneeling before him.
“Drink this, you have to close your eyes and don’t open them until I say so, okay Peter Parker?”
Peter nodded, gulping as he took the cup. It was warm to the touch. The liquid inside looked like any other tea aunt May had made him before, a little cloudy but it had a nice smell.
“I added a little honey and it’s spearmint flavored.” You chirped.
“How many times have you said you have done this?” Peter was really curious, it came pretty natural to you.
“Oh this is the first time, but I’m sure it’ll go almost perfect.”
“Jesus, that’s just what one would like to hear in these situations.”
“Come on Peter Parker, this is fun!”
“Cheers, I guess.”
Peter drank the whole thing in one go and the taste was surprisingly good.
He sat there waiting for something to feel different but nothing changed.
“How you feeling?” You asked, looking him in the eye.
“Should I be feeling weird?” he replied, trying to pay attention to his body. Everything was the same. He opened his eyes.
“Shit, you are supposed to be experiencing something by now. And you drank the whole thing,” you stomped your foot on the floor. “I did everything the book said.”
Quickly, you went back to the book to check the spell as if it was a recipe.
“Sorry to disappoint.” Peter sighed. “Hey um, this is going to sound weird, but, would you like to… I don’t know, like go for coffee one of these days?” your eyes went wide, big as saucers hearing him ask. “Or not… I mean I was just suggesting.”
“Don’t move Peter Parker.” You squinted, Peter felt something on his arm.
“You opened your eyes!” She squealed.
A spider, the same spider that bit him years ago was walking up his arm, then there was another and another, all of them crawling upwards.
“Holy fucking shit.” Horror stained his voice. But Peter couldn’t move. He didn’t know if he was able to feel his body.
“You are Spider-Man for fucks sake keep it together” you cried. “Told you to keep them closed."
In a swift move you grabbed a few vials filled with dust in different colors. Peter was wide eyed, gawking, unmoving about to have a heart attack.
“I can’t move, help!” his voice high pitched.
“Shut up Peter Parker, I’m trying to think!”
A marble mortar plopped on the table, a mix of colors and sparks flashed across your face.
“Sorry for what’s next but you can’t move and I’m not in position to kill our city’s hero.”
Grabbing the dust on the mortar, you put the bright blue dust on your lips as you fell on your knees in front of Peter. Careful not to ruin the pentagram.
Leaning forward you said,
“The spider you see is just in your mind, you are hallucinating for real this time, that’s why i told you to not open your eyes. Wish things were different but this is it, Peter Parker.”
“What?”
“Good luck.”
You clashed your lips with his. In a second Peter felt his whole body tingle, like he was having a serious case of pins and needles. Involuntarily his palm went up to rest on your cheek. Warm and soft. Cherry scent, and blueberry taste. His eyes fluttered shut as he kissed you, the crazy girl he met a few hours ago at the halloween party.
A sharp turn. Just like when you twirl in one spot until you feel the whole room shake and you are in that state of happy dizziness. Peter felt like that and he kind of enjoyed it.
When the motion stopped fully he opened his eyes. Blinking he reincorporated, he didn’t know he had been lying down this whole time.
Spider-Man’s spandex suit still plastered on his torso just that the room was not the tiny room he had been in.
“Peter?”
“Aunt May?”
“Breakfast is ready!”
Peter rested on his elbows, he was in his room in Queens. He was in Brooklyn just a second ago. And, why was he even here? His apartment was in Manhattan.
Shaking his head he peeled the tight suit off, his body complained, a common thing by now. Taking a quick shower he saw the water run down the drain, little hints of bright blue in them. He shook his head, migraine settling behind his eyes.
“I had no idea you were staying the weekend Peter, you always let me know.” May dried her hands in the kitchen cloth as she looked at him with fond eyes. “You scared the hell living out of me last night when I heard you in your room.”
Peter frowned, he didn’t remember how he got in, he wasn’t even sure what happened after he saw Flash at the party. Late that night he found two shiny bits of crystal on his bed. His mind screamed at him to keep them near.
Until the new moon, right?
Glimpses of what felt like dreams were trying to tell him something, most days Peter woke up with the feeling that he had forgotten something but he pushed it aside, there wasn’t much time to think of Peter problems when there were Spider-Man real problems.
It took him six days to notice his bad luck had disappeared, he felt lighter than ever, he even got a rise at his job which was hard to believe. Cat hadn’t been involved in trouble and Peter didn’t need patching or stitches for the week, he was doing amazing.
One night during patrol. He was sitting on a building in Brooklyn, there had been a fire two blocks down, no one had been injured so Peter left the scene before the police arrived. Now his legs hung on the edge of the six story building. Phone in hand. Flash posted the party’s photos, he laughed at one where a group of guys dressed as the one and only Pitbull were carrying Flash as he threw pumpkins shaped confetti in the air. Flash knew how to have a good time, Pete gave him that.
The next photo was one where he could see himself at the back, he barely noticed it was him, the spandex gave him away. But what caught his attention was the pointy hat, purple ribbons floating. His heart increased its pace.
•••
Flash was doing some drills at Empire’s gym. Sweaty and all, he greeted Peter with a hug and a laugh.
“Pete, you left too early the other day!”
Peter’s cheek went warm. “Sorry, yeah I wasn’t feeling well.”
“No problem. You want to play? For the good ol’ days.” Flash chuckled.
Peter remembered high school as if it was yesterday.
“I have class in like twenty minutes, but next time. I was just wondering if you knew the name of this girl I met at your party.”
Flash smirked, nudging Peter on the ribs. “I see why you weren’t feeling well huh? Parker.”
Peter scratched his neck, this was so awkward, he didn’t even know the girl.
“What she looked like?”
Peter’s image of you was very vague, he remembered the costume, but nothing else really.
“You have an idea how many girls dressed like that were at the party? I need more intel Parker.”
Peter closed his eyes for a second. “She- um she said you were taking bioengineering together,”
Flash huffed, making the basketball bounce. “I’m not taking bioengineering, Peter. Don’t think girls take that class anyway… trust me I’d remember.” He winked.
“Really? Because she was very sure of it.” He laughed, out of pure agony.
Have you been like a dream or something?
“I think someone made you look like a fool Pete. But there’s always more girls.”
“Right, no, you’re right. Um, I’m going to get going. See you later man.”
“Take care Parker!”
Making his way back home, Peter kicked a can with all the force he managed, it landed inside a trash can. He blinked, shit that was quite lucky. He felt not so lucky when there was no space in the subway to even move your legs, at least it was warm in there, the November wind was getting tougher by the day. Headphones on, he put the music in shuffle.
In starlit night I saw you
So cruel you kissed me
your lips a magic world
Leaning on the cold metallic tube in front of the doors, he sighed looking at his converse. He needed to give them a wash, those ketchup stains were not making it look any better. His fingers went to his eyes, scratching the corners of them, he could sleep right there if he was sure no one would steal his phone but instead he concentrated on his surroundings. Phone screens shining, Instagram posts passing rapidly, text messages getting deleted and retyped, sudoku grid…
Sudoku grid?
His stomach churned. He had these images like photos archived in his brain. He remembered the sudoku grid, the number 9 for some reason, mushrooms, pink dust, floating candles, a green mug, and a smile. That smile had haunted his dreams for days now.
The owner of the phone had a bright yellow coat. Peter froze just creepily staring at the person.
Next stop was a commotion, people going out, some more coming in. Peter lost yellow coat for a moment only to see it going out with the sea of people.
“Hey!" he shouted. Desperation in his voice. “Yellow coat!”
Only feet away now, he saw the person go up the stairs. His heart hammering against his ribcage, what was this, why was he so anxious for the person to turn?
Crossing a busy street, he took his earphones off, seeing for one last time yellow coat get into a taxi, mixing in the traffic.
Peter sometimes really thought he was the most intelligent person in the world. He decided to follow the taxi, this time in Spider-Man clothes. Web shooters full and ready, cold wind wasn’t even a bother, he had perfected the suit to be warmer on winter days.
Swinging up to Brooklyn’s bridge had been easy, the problem being on which of all the taxis he saw was yellow coat in.
Running and shooting webs caused lots of honking and almost made a man crash his car thanks to the little kid trying to come off the window to say hello to him.
“Sorry!” He apologized, as he flew by.
Last taxi entering Brooklyn was his only chance, this better be it. As he plopped as softly as he could on the roof of the car, he bent over to take a peek on the backseat windows.
He grinned under the mask. Knocking on the window he saw shiny hair flick, and sparkly eyes connected with his white buggy ones. Waving a hand at you, your eyes went wide. In a flash everything came back to him.
The curse, how you feed him and basically cured his bad luck with a blueberry flavored kiss.
Stealing his heart with that, it was absurd yet magical, Peter wasn’t surprised no more with what happened in his daily life.
“Roll the window down?” He made the motion for you to do so.
For a brief second Peter thought you were not doing it, but you did, wind made your hair dance and oh Peter’s heart shivered with joy.
“Witch!” He greeted, still looking at you upside down.
“Peter Pa- Spider-Man!” you smiled, in awe.
The taxi driver rolled his window down too. “Dickhead, get the fuck down of my car!”
“Just drop me in the next block.” You said, throwing the man some money.
Peter jumped off the car just as the taxi slowed down.
“Freaks!” The man shouted at them, his middle finger sticking out the window as his goodbye.
“Thank you kind sir!” Peter saluted him.
You snorted by his side. Pivoting on his heels, it took him a second to take it all in.
“You disappeared,”
“I didn’t disappear, I helped you get home Peter Parker.” You grinned. Oh that smile, Peter wanted to squeeze your cheeks.
“Um, no, that’s not what happened. I was lying in your room, and then you kissed me and then I woke up at my aunt’s? For a moment I thought I was losing my mind.”
You were staring at him amused. “It was fun, right? I know I had a lot of fun that night.”
“Don't be mean.” Peter’s hand flew to his chest, as if he had been hurt for real. “I even asked Flash about you, and you lied, you never went to Empire.” Hands flying in the air, as he spoke.
“First of all. I do go to Empire, Flash is just not a very observant person.”
“Right, so tell me why you did all this?”
"I had to fix it okay!” Your eyes locked on your shoes.
“Spider-Man hi!!” A group of teenagers waved their hands at them on the other side of the street.
“Hello, guys!” He had to be kind to the fans, being the beloved neighborhood hero wasn’t an easy task after all. “Have a good day.”
“You are the shit bro!” One of them shouted back.
“Do you mind if we talk somewhere more private?” Peter said through gritted teeth.
You bit the inside of your cheek to not laugh. “Ok.”
Peter took the opportunity to grab you by the waist, in a fast and smooth motion he was flying through Brooklyn.
“This is not what I had in mind.” You squealed against his spandex covered neck, he felt your breath hot on his skin.
“Oh you owe me, this is the least you can do for me Witch.”
Peter wowed as they moved between buildings. Landing on the roof of an old cinema. The neon lights casting pretty shadows against your face and the suit’s texture became alive. He took the mask off to reveal the sweetest of smiles. Cheeks rosy.
“What can we do about this?” He asked, arms spread wide, he was falling for someone who he barely knew.
You hid your hands inside your coat, wind biting on your skin harshly.
“It wasn’t supposed to be like this.”
Peter sighed. “How was it supposed to go? You said you had to fix it, what do you mean by that?”
Why were Peter’s eyes so pretty, his face was a mix of pain and hope, your stomach felt funny again. It had been like that since you first saw him. A month ago.
A blue moon was something you always enjoyed. Making moon water, charging crystals, manifesting and writing spells.
But Orion, your black cat had been angsty for days now, he always was like that during full moons. He destroyed your quilt, the one to knit together with so much effort. So you let him out.
“Get out! If you could, I’d make you fix this to make me happy!” The window closed with a thud and poor Orion blended in with the night.
After trying to fix it but failing with the quilt you felt guilty. Orion was simply trying to let that energy out, and you took it against the poor thing. After much thinking you decided to go out looking for him. Orion’s name got pronounced several times until you saw him crossing the street a little ahead of you, it was three in the morning. Cars weren’t even passing, the world was still, sirens and honks chimed far away.
Orion locked eyes with you for a moment. And you knew this was a bit of a dare to him, squatting down you tried to prod the cat to go to you, but Orion only sat in the middle of the sidewalk, liking his paw almost making fun of you. One step closer was what set him off running again. Just in time for Spider-Man to pass walking; half mask up munching on what seemed to be a burrito, mustard on the corner of his mouth, he came to a halt when the cat crossed his path. You saw Spider-Man gulp.
A moment later his burrito fell flat on the pavement. You knew what this was about, you shut your eyes, cursing Orion under your breath, when you opened them Spider-Man was gone.
“So you knew I was Spider-Man all along?” Peter scoffed. “You are full of secrets witch.”
“I knew I even said it to you when you were freaking out. Half of the spell had to do with me doing the ritual and half of it was you believing it would work, you still opened those damn pretty eyes.”
Peter kicked a tiny rock off the roof. “So you think I have pretty eyes?” he heard you laugh.
“You do Peter Parker.”
He blushed deeper. “ So what I felt when you… kissed me was just part of the spell?”
The disappointment in his voice made your heart jump. “It wasn’t about feelings, Peter Parker, it was just a spell to fix your bad luck. Whatever you felt, that’s on you.”
“Hmm,” he took a step closer, scratching his neck. “I was being serious when I asked you out for coffee.”
“I know.”
Peter smirked. “You like making me suffer, I see how it is.” He laughed, making a full twirl.
The grin on your lips couldn’t be held. “It’s funny to see you all embarrassed.”
“Jesus… okay so, coffee this Saturday?” His ears were bright red.
“Sounds good to me.”
“Great.” Another step closer. “Don’t bring your cat, I beg.”
“I won’t.”
“Good, because I’m feeling pretty lucky as it is.” His lips ghosted over yours.
On your tiptoes you connected your lips with his cold but soft ones. Both smiling and chuckling.
“This is even better than the last one.”
“Yeah because you were freaking out about spiders, Spider-Man.” you mumbled, Peter brushed the hairs that floated in your face, he needed a clear path.
“I think I prefer it when you call me Peter Parker.”
Peter kissed the tip of your nose, and you finally let him know your name. He beamed as he repeated it.
“That sounds about right.”
A meow was heard and Peter groaned, forehead connection to yours.
“He won’t do it again. I promise, it was just a blue moon thing.”
You saw his eyes traveling all over your face. “I think I can get used to getting cursed.”
Orion meowed again, rubbing its little black fur against Peter’s leg.
“Hey pal.” Peter said, patting the cat sweetly.
You snorted. “You’re weird Peter Parker.”
“Thank you.”
Maybe after all Orion did something that made you happier than a badly knitted quilt.
Peter found the whole term of black cat curse drastically different, they weren’t about bad luck after all.
#tasm fanfiction#peter parker fluff#peter parker fanfiction#tasm peter parker#spiderman fluff#spiderman x reader#spiderman fanfiction#spiderman#fanfiction#fanfic#tasm!peter fluff#fluff#halloween fic#black cat#happy halloween#tags are hard
58 notes
·
View notes
Text
parksborn rambling <3
(this was so rushed so if theres inconsistencies or things don't make sense, thats why)
nobody in harry's life had ever given him proof that they loved him. his father always showed him the exact opposite of love, preferring to spend his time berating harry for every little thing, never failing to remind him how much of a disappointment he is, how unworthy he is of being part of the osborn legacy. his mother did love him, but she was gone before harry could even understand what the word meant.
the countless flings he had, the partners who claimed they didn't want him for his money, just him (but who would ever really want harry for anything but his money and status?), had cried and moaned out 'i love you' as they kissed their way down his body, only to leave before harry woke the next morning. and harry was fine with that. he was happy, as long as he got to be held and cared for and worshiped even if it was just a moment of fleeting desire and desperation, even if it was just pretend.
after getting out of the hell that was boarding school, he was quick to start gallivanting all over the world, never staying in one place for long, before moving onto the next. he met more people, had more hookups that left him battered and bruised the next day (which, again, was fine, because he was realizing that maybe he didn't deserve to be treated gently), and drank more than he ever had in the past. and his life was Okay.
and then norman osborn was dying, and asking his one and only son to come back home to see him. harry didn't want to go (he did want to go, more than anything, to see if maybe he would finally get an apology or at least any positive acknowledgment from his dear old dad), but he begrudgingly said yes, that he'll be there in the next 48 hours.
the reunion, obviously, did not go as he had hoped. while he had prayed that maybe he would get a sign that norman did actually care about him, all he got was the usual disappointment spiel, and the news that he too had the same disease norman was on his deathbed for. harry wanted to cry, but he wouldn't. he's not sure he could, especially in front of norman.
norman dies shortly after harry leaves, and he's immediately thrust into meeting after meeting since he is the new ceo of oscorp, and this whole mess of a company is his to figure out now. and he's tired, just wants to relax, maybe chug a few bottles of whiskey and─
peter parker wants to see him.
he's skeptical at first, of course he is, his thoughts immediately going to 'maybe he just wants money, he probably doesn't even wanna see me, just wants to see how much i'll give him'.
and he's wrong. he is so wrong.
because this beautiful, beautiful boy (harry's not ashamed to admit that yes, he's only aware of his attraction to men because of peter) in front of him is asking how he is, if he's okay, that he's here for him, and harry wants to turn him away. because he knows peter will stop being worried and stop caring once he realizes how rotten and broken harry is. but he doesn't.
harry gets his best friend back, at least for a little, before 'the osborn curse' is the only thing going through his mind.
they fight, harry begging peter to get spider-man's blood because 'that's the only thing that can save me pete please', peter refusing because 'what if it doesn't? we don't know that it will, and i'm not taking that chance. not with you'.
they kiss. they don't talk about it.
the situation just gets more and more messed up, spider-man visits him, refuses to give harry his blood, harry has a breakdown, discovers that the people at oscorp are fucking insane, using his name for experiments he supposedly approved of, then they want him out, planning to overthrow him as ceo of his own goddamn company.
he loses his mind again, turns into this monster in an attempt to save himself (he's pretty sure he killed someone in the process), and peter's spider-man, and peter's ex-girlfriend is here, and he almost kills her, and then everything just stops.
it's apparently a week later when he comes to again. he's in a room that's too fucking bright, a hospital room he assumes, and he's hooked up to a variety of machines. and peter's asleep in the chair next to the bed harry's in, their hands intertwined.
it takes harry a minute to find his voice, a whole minute just to pathetically croak out, 'peter?'
peter wakes, makes eye contact with harry for the first time in what feels like forever, and just breaks.
'fuck, you're awake. oh my god, har, they didn't know if you'd wake up, and i was so scared, because i really can't lose you, man. not again, 'cause i just got you back, and i missed you more than anything, and i'm sorry for everything that happened, but you're cured now, which is good, and you're gonna be okay and─"
peter eventually runs out of breath from rambling, and harry lets out a wheezy laugh.
'missed you too, pete.'
peter smiles at him, harry smiles back.
they kiss. and they kiss again. and again. and again. and again. and again. and again until they are just laughing against eachother's lips, harry pulling away to look at peter.
peter stares right back at him, cupping his cheek, his smile never leaving his face.
'i love you. so much. so fucking much, har. don't want you to leave ever again.'
and harry tenses. because people have said it before, and have never meant it. but something about peter makes him want to believe what he's saying.
'are you sure? 'cause dude, i'm a fucking mess, and─'
peter kisses him again, shutting harry up. it's a longer kiss than just their pecks from before, a kiss that if it could be translated into words would say,
'i'm sure. i'm here. i love you.'
peter pulls away this time, resting his forehead against harry's.
'i'm 100% sure, i swear, i've never been more sure of anything ever. and i'm gonna spend the rest of my life proving that to you, okay?'
it's not much of a question, more of a promise, one that peter's forever going to keep.
'okay.'
it doesn't matter to peter that it takes years for harry to fully believe it, that it takes him two to say it back, that it takes him ten to say yes to peter's marriage proposals, that it takes him fifteen to be ready to start a family. the only thing that matters is harry osborn is loved, and he knows it.
#harry osborn#parksborn#peter parker#spiderman#tasm#tasm 2#tasm harry osborn#tasm parksborn#tasm peter parker#the amazing spider man
21 notes
·
View notes
Text
Pacifier pt 3
pairing: Peter Parker x Fem!Reader;
word count: 5K
part1 part2
warnings: mentions of sex ; Peter is younger than the reader, but still 18. Reader is around 20. Peter is trying to pin reader even though he is younger.
summary: In this one you’re hired as Morgan’s babysitter (and low-key underpaid Stark!assistant). Looking after a little girl isn’t too hard, but looking after her “big bother” as well, definitely is.
an: Peter and reader are just Tony's kids at this point. I've never really written anything about people actually being in a relationship so apologies if it's kinda sucky.
"No, we're not making an official Avengers tik-tok account, forget it." You told Peter, who had been begging you for days now.
"But it's going to be soo good! People will see the silly, goofie side of everyone and that way we can build more trust!"
"Pepper, please back me up here!"
"Peter actually has a point." Pepper said.
All of you were sitting at the dinner table, it was the first family dinner since the Starks had come back from their vacation.
"Tony, please!" you looked at him, begging him to support you this time. "Do you seriously think anyone would want to participate in supid dance trends or prank wars?"
"I'm a great dancer!" Tony said, he was taking Peter's side to mess with you.
"I cannot believe this is actually about to happen. Imagine making Steve do a tik-tok dance. Or anyone for that matter. Imagine Tony doing the makarena in the iron suit!"
"It's going to be hilarious, exactly my point!" Peter whined, drinking some of the orange juice he had poured for himself.
"I'm not doing the makarena, I have a daughter!''
"Should have thought about it before backing up Spider-man on that one!"
"Should have thought about it before back up Spider-man on that one!" Tony mocked your tone "The world should see what these hips can do! We're definitely making a tik-tok account now!"
Your "relationship" with Peter was still in the closet, since the first month wasn’t over, you didn't really feel comfortable sharing it with anyone, especially Tony. Peter on the other hand was pretty much settled down. He spent every free minute he had at the tower just to be with you, which was really getting in the way of your studying. He was a lot of help with Morgan, most of the time you felt like both of them shared one brain cell. It made so much sense now why Tony loved Peter like his own son. And that being the case, your secret relationship with him was in the clear.
You gave Morgan a tissue, helping her wipe away some of the food that was on her face. She giggled because the corner tickled her nose, turning to look at you. You smiled at her, petting her head as she continued eating with her spoon, spilling most of the contents all over the table.
"Tony, do you even know what tik-tok is?" you asked.
"I'm not that told, of course I know!"
"It's that video app that Morgan watches on your phone." You explained anyway, sure he had no idea what the conversation really was about.
"It's that? Then no, we're definitely not making a tik-tok account."
---
Somehow Peter managed to persuade all of you into this. But if you think about it, he persuaded you into dating him, he could practically get anything he wanted. And because of this absurd idea, you were now setting up a phone on a tripod, placing it in the middle of the living room. Peter was next to you in his spider suit and the other Avengers were talking on the couch while you two worked.
"So you guys have to go rounds?" you asked, looking over at Peter. He had his mask off, holding it in one hand.
"Yeah, and after we film, we have to put the names after every round with an X on an O, depending on who managed to hide in time."
"Sometimes I think you started this whole thing because you don't have any friends."
"I have friends?"
You took a few steps back, seeing what was in the frame.
"Yeah? Like who? And you're not allowed to say me, we're not friends."
"Well, there's Ned and MJ."
"I don't think this is going to work out." You said, looking at the others. "You literally have gigantic, muscular men, trying to hide in a minimalistic living room. And then there's also the Hulk."
“Did you just thirst over muscular men right in front of me?” Peter laughed, placing his hand on your waist. Usually you would tense up when he did that, but since you were now dating, you didn't. "Trust me, it will be fun!"
"Mask on please, get everyone in position."
He nodded, putting his mask on and telling everyone to gather in front of the camera and pose. You stood behind the phone, looking at the frame. Everyone was in it. They were gathering like they were about to take a picture, standing in cool superhero poses.
"Okay guys, you look poster worthy. I'll count to 3 and all of you have 5 seconds to hide somewhere before the camera takes a picture!" you explained. Peter had ran through this with them before but you felt the need to explain again. "1, 2, 3..."
And you pressed record. Pure chaos was unleashed after that. Peter shot a web and stuck to the ceiling, Thor jumped over the couch along with Cap, laying flat on it so they were not visible. Hulk just grabbed the couch with both of them on it, lifting it and putting it in front of him sideways, while the others just fell on the ground on top of each other. Natasha practically jumped on an armchair that got knocked over from her force and got out of the frame entirely. The 5 seconds were over and you were barely holding in your laughter at that point. You had expected this to go badly but not nearly as bad as it actually was.
You did a few more rounds, each one more ridiculous than the previous. And after that you got to work, writing out the winners and losers to each round in your notes. Now all that was left was editing it and posting.
—
You were sitting at your desk, biting your lip as you were concentrating on figuring out where to place all the names and scores on the screen so they wouldn’t block out any important things in the video. Or should you have them appear at the end? Your work was interrupted by Peter walking in your room, making your head turn. He had the mask in his hand, still wearing the suit.
“Hi, pumpkin!” he said, which made you raise an eyebrow at him and squint your eyes in displeasure.
“That sounded ridiculously cheesy and I really hate it.’’
“I thought introducing some kind of pet name into this relationship would be nice, I need to change your name in my phone.”
“Think of another one.”
He walked over to you, a gentle kiss was immediately placed on the top of your head while his eyes wandered to your phone, looking as the video played with half of the scorings written in the middle of it.
“Ooo, did I win?” he asked, his hand resting on your shoulder.
“Mmmm, you didn’t lose definitely, but you lost a point on the third round when you stuck yourself in fetal position to Hulk’s back and he started spinning in circles trying to get you off.”
“That’s not fair! I hid well!”
“But the camera still saw you, I don’t make the rules.”
He kissed your cheek before laying down on your bed. You finished up the video and hit upload before following him. It was still new and uncomfortable for you to be affectionate with him in public, but your room offered a safe space to try. You wouldn’t shut him down when he tried making a move on you in front of the others like you used to do, but initiating intimacy yourself was really out of the picture. He put his phone away when he saw you get up, opening his arms. You lay on top of him as he wrapped his arms in a warm embrace. You relaxed your weight on him, head pressed against his chest. Cons to having a spider-man boyfriend was you were never worried you’d crush him.
“I need to say something and I don’t want it to turn into a fight.” he said, making you look at him.
You placed your hands on top of his chest, resting your head on them as you watched him.
“What is it about?” you asked.
“Since the month of us trying to date is almost over…”
“Pete… I know what you’re gonna say and the month isn’t over yet. Please don’t let it get over your head before it actually happens.”
“But we’re a week away from a month!”
“I know but a lot can happen in a week… You know exactly how much.” You told him, referring to the time you two had spent alone together almost a month ago.
“Okay, okay, baby mice steps. I get it.”
“Precisely.”
You tried to relax after the conversation, laying your head on his chest while he stroked your back gently. For some reason it was just not working to calm you down. You turned to look at him again and he was already staring, a soft smile painted across his lips. A soft sigh escaped yours, your hands reaching out to wrap around his neck and pull yourself closer to him. Still feeling uneasy from what he said, you slid your body on one of his sides, hiding your face in his neck. He giggled softly because you tickled him in the process, squeezing you gently.
“I’m sorry.” you mumbled against his neck, your hand drawing soft circles on his chest.
Peter hummed softly, raising your chin with his hand to place a soft kiss on your lips.
“It’s okay, I know I’m impatient.”
“No, I think you’re being reasonable. I’m the one who’s overreacting.”
He kissed you again, slowly and gently, his lips moving against yours while he still held your chin with his hand.
“You’re alright, babe. Baby steps.”
You nodded, letting your head fall on his shoulder this time, placing soft kisses on his jawline.
“Baby steps.” You repeated in a whisper.
You enjoyed cuddling with him more than you had anticipated, neither of you expected your primary love language to be physical touch. But Peter didn’t mind that even one bit, he loved touching you for comfort, his hands were on your legs whenever you two went somewhere with the car, no matter who was driving. He would make sure to place his hand one the small of your back whenever you two would pass each other in a hallway. His knee would touch yours under the dinner table when he was over. It was subtle and it brought the both of you so much comfort and adrenaline. You were basically hiding in plain sight.
You had no idea if Tony was onto the two of you yet or not. Peter was over way more than he used to be, he even sneaked in a few times during the night. The alarms wouldn’t go off because, well it was Peter after all. It wasn’t like you were trying to sneak in someone who wasn’t registered into the security systems. And Tony adored the kid, so he was extra happy about having him around more. Things were going pretty smoothly if anyone had to ask you.
—
You hated to admit, but Peter was right. This whole tik-tok thing was an absolute hit. It humanized all of the Avengers so much that people started trusting and liking them more than ever before. You were getting millions of likes and comments on all of the videos you uploaded, which were more or less different trends. It was annoying that you had to run the whole account, like you didn’t have enough work to do.
Today you filmed the tortilla slap challenge with Bucky, Natasha and Sam. Peter desperately wanted to join it but everyone was against the idea of him publicly announcing his secret identity, especially for a tik-tok. So you made him mop up the floor after, since he wanted to be involved so badly.
All of them went into a meeting straight after that, leaving you with 10 minutes to run and grab a coffee for everyone. The 10 minutes you had were definitely not enough to make it back with so many cups. And to top it all off, the Parker family was on a mission to make it extra difficult for you. Peter was spamming your messages begging you to listen to “Yellow hearts” by Ant Saunders because somehow it was “exactly describing the relationship you two had.” And you were walking down a street, trying to reply to a message, hands full of coffee cups, when you ran into Peter’s aunt - May.
“Oh, Y\N! Lovely seeing you!” she said with a bright cheerful smile, making you look up from your phone. You were trying to support the cups with your chin while you texted, because all of them couldn’t fit in the paper bag.
“May! Hey!” you replied once you shook off the surprise, shoving the phone in your back pocket.
“How are you, sweetheart? I’ve been hearing about you lately, but not seeing enough.” she smiled, placing a hand on your arm as she spoke.
“I’m alright, a little busy actually. Are you here to pick up Parker JR after the meeting?”
“Yes, and I thought I could drink some coffee while I’m waiting. Peter recommended the place.”
“He did, didn’t he?” you asked, trying to mask how frustrated and overwhelmed you were becoming. “I need to run, I’m already late.”
“It’s okay, we can catch up another time? Dinner over at Queens this week?” she asked, but you were already walking away from her.
You turned your head to look at her in a little bit of a shock, not expecting a whole dinner invitation to her house. Your fears turned out to be true, Peter had told her about dating you.
“I’m very busy, I’ll tell the spider whenever I can.” You smiled politely at her before walking away, in the most rapid pace you could manage without actually running.
--
“Hey, kid, these are for you.” you heard Tony say as he walked into the living room.
You were helping Morgan with a coloring book, or rather watching her color in it from time to time while you read through your biology textbook. Exams were coming up and you didn’t have a second to spare. Tony’s voice captured your attention, making you look up and see him hold a beautiful bouquet of yellow and white roses, decorated with little daisies.
“For me? Thank you Tony, but that’s so weird.”
“They’re not from me. They were left for you at the door.”
“The front door?”
“No, by the doggy door.”
You rolled your eyes at his comment, getting up to look at the flowers yourself. In the meantime Tony took the card out reading out loud. You tried stopping him by grabbing the card but he lifted his hand up, making you jump to try to get it but failing.
“Thank you for coming to dinner last night, love, your secret boyfriend.” he read, looking at you in shock “You have a boyfriend?”
“No, I don’t.”
“Does Peter know about you having a boyfriend?”
“I don’t have a boyfriend.”
“Yes, and he’s not sending you flowers at your door for having dinner with him. Who is he?”
“Tony, you’re not my dad.”
Your words made him snap out of his protective mode, giving you the flowers and the note. You took them in your arms reluctantly, reading the note to be sure he was actually right about what was written on it. Tony looked at you with an expression that you couldn’t really decode, it looked like shock, pain and worry at the same time. You were going to kill Peter, for real this time.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for it to sound like that.” you said, breaking the silence that had fallen upon the two of you.
He placed an arm on your shoulder, squeezing it lightly.
“Nothing to apologize for here, I know I can never replace your parents, I’m not trying either.” Tony gave your shoulder a pat, turning around to look at Morgan, who had stopped coloring and was now listening to the two of you.
“Thank you… For worrying about me, I appreciate it. I know I don’t say it enough but I value your presence in my life, or rather my presence is yours.”
“Please don’t make this more awkward than it already is.”
“Usually I’m the one who says that.”
“Would you look at that, your boyfriend has made you cheesy.”
You shook your head in disgust from his words, watching him as he walked over to Morgan and lifted her up in his arms, spinning around as he hugged her. It was your queue to leave before it got any weirder, so you gathered your books and left as fast as you could.
Shutting the door of your room behind you, phone on your ear as you had already dialed Peter’s number. He picked up on the fourth ring, right before you gave up on this call.
“Hey!” His cheerful voice on the other side of the line.
“What’s with those flowers?” you asked, cutting right to the chase.
“Don’t you like them? May said it was what I was supposed to do after you came over for dinner and she said flowers would be a ni-”
“I love the flowers, but Tony found them before I did.”
“Oh.”
“Thank you for not being dumb enough to not sign your name on that card.” you sighed, placing the bouquet on your desk next to the messy piles of notebooks. “Now he thinks I have a boyfriend.”
“But you do have a boyfriend.” he laughed softly. You could hear his smile on the other side of the line.
“I know this label makes you very happy, I’m glad it does, but please be more careful next time.”
“Alright, bet, next time I want to bring you flowers I’ll stick them to the ceiling of your room with my webs so no one else can see them.”
“Now that’s a thought.” you laughed, looking at the ceiling just to make sure he hadn’t already done that.
In reality, you weren’t mad at him for sending you flowers. You loved them, it was a very nice gesture and it made you feel warm on the inside. Sure, it wasn’t the best way to receive them and it stressed you out, but at the end of the day, you had a very good boyfriend that wanted to make you happy.
—
Peter walked in the apartment holding a red rose in his hand. His smile was spread across his face as the elevator door opened in front of him, leading him into the big living space. He came here straight from school, after his Math quiz. He didn’t bother going home first to leave his backpack, went straight to a flower shop to get you a rose and head to the Stark tower so he could invite you on a very special date. He expected you to be watching over Morgan alone and it caught him by surprise when he saw Tony sitting on the couch. You were standing next to him, reading over something which he had probably given you. Tony turned his head, noticing it was Peter with the side of his eye.
“Hey, kid.” he said.
Peter froze in his spot, his heart pounding in his chest from the fear of how this was going to play out. He had to think of something really fast. He threw the rose in the air as Tony’s head moved to face you again for a second, shooting a web at it to stick it to the ceiling.
“What’s with that rose?” Tony asked a second later, after he processed what he had seen, turning fully around to look at Peter.
“What rose?” Peter replied, looking around, his hands empty now.
“I swear you were holding a rose just now.”
“No, I wasn’t. Maybe you saw my Math quiz with this big red A written on it.” The paper was folded in half and shoved in his back pocket because he was in such a rush to get here, he didn’t have time to put it in his bag. He took the paper out of his pocket, showing it to Tony.
Their conversation made you look up at Peter. You knew he was lying. The tone of his voice sounded nervous and like he was going to crack under the pressure.
“You need to work on your lying skills.” Tony said, turning his back to him and looking at you again. You looked at Peter, then at Tony and your gaze fell on the papers.
“Everything seems fine.” You told Tony, handing him the red folder back. He had hired some new engineers for his labs, helping him and wanted you to review their work just in case. It wasn’t like you were majoring in engineering, your passion was biology and biochemistry, but you just knew math well enough to spot any mistake if there was any.
“Okay, thank you. You’re free now” He told you, reading through the folder again.
Ten minutes later Tony was still sitting on the couch, reading through the folder. You and Peter silently decided to study on the kitchen table across from each other. You were already engrossed in the textbook you were reading, highlighting, writing things down in your notebook, sticking sticky notes in the book. You were trying your best to ignore Peter’s constant fidgeting in his seat, the annoyed flipping through pages with sighs escaping his lips. His hands moving on the table when he would get bored, making you flinch in your seat, worried he would try to touch you in front of Tony. You heard silent ripping of paper, trying to ignore it, but Peter threw it a small paper ball at you to get your attention. You looked over at him, annoyed by his overall behavior in the last 10 minutes. Both of you had finals knocking at your doors and he was doing everything in his power to distract you. He pointed at the ceiling as soon as your eyes met, making you look in the direction. And there it was, the rose Tony was talking about earlier, a single red rose, webbed onto the ceiling. You wanted to burst out laughing but held yourself back, looking at Peter again. He was writing something, passing it to you a few seconds later.
“Will you be my prom date?” it read, looking at him and shaking your head no. You had already told him a million times you were not going to do it. He pouted, putting his hands together and locking his fingers into a prayer, begging you to say yes. You shook your head again, giving him back the note.
“What the hell are you two doing?” Tony asked, making the two of you jump in your seats.
He had been looking at the two of you for the past 5 minutes, he saw the rose as well, saw Peter begging you and you declining. He was standing by the table. This whole time you felt like you were in detention with Peter, and now that Tony caught you, the feeling got deeper. Neither of you said anything, staring at Tony in shock. And since you wouldn’t speak, Tony took the paper and laughed.
“I don’t think her boyfriend is gonna like that.”
“Her boyfriend?” Peter asked, looking at you.
“Yeah, she has a boyfriend.”
“I don’t think he’ll mind.” Peter continued.
“I definitely think he will.”
“No he won’t, he’ll be quite happy actually.”
“What is making you think that?”
“Because it’s me, I’m her boyfriend.”
You didn’t say a word the entire conversation. A few weird looks were shared between the three of you in complete silence. You felt like you wanted to die. Peter turned to stare at you, waiting for you to confirm it. Tony was staring at you too, unsure if this was real or another attempt of Peter’s to flirt with you. Then he laughed, Tony started laughing loudly and sincerely. He was laughing so hard you could see a tear running down his cheek. Peter whined, throwing his head back in frustration from his reaction.
“It’s true! Tell him!”
You gulped, looking at the still-laughing Tony.
“It is.” you almost whispered, hoping he wouldn’t hear you.
“Wait.” Tony stopped, looking at the two of you with furrowed brows. “Really?”
“Yeah.” you said, nodding softly.
—
The lights flashed softly as you walked in, blinding you for a second. You tried to walk in a straight line but the lights did not help you at all. You grabbed Peter’s arm for support, scared you would miss a threshold that had suddenly appeared out of nowhere and trip. Peter looked over at you in concern, thinking something had suddenly made you anxious. You looked at him as well, blinking rapidly, trying to adjust to the light changing all of a sudden. Your hand was holding his biceps, squeezing it softly. He placed his other hand on yours, patting softly. He stared at you until you nodded that you were okay now and you could continue walking. Of all the cringe things you were expecting to see tonight, a disco ball was definitely not on the list.
“Penis Parker with an actual date to prom? This will go down in history as the biggest plot twist!” You heard a somewhat familiar voice from behind you, turning around only to be faced with Flash.
“Oh, it’s that annoying guy.” You said, looking at Peter, who nodded in agreement.
“Wait, I know you, you were at my party once.”
“Unfortunately, yes, I was.”
“Why are you with that loser, ditch him, you should be my date instead.” Flash said, reaching a level of annoyance you didn’t even know existed.
“Sorry, I don’t do charity work on evenings but you can try the homeless kitchen in Queens on Saturdays and Tuesdays, I’m usually there to help on those days.” you told him as Peter wrapped his arm around your waist. “Plus we’re kind of already matching.” you pointed at Peter. “Your costume wannabe will clash with my dress and that’s a big no from me.”
Peter was trying his best not to laugh as you were absolutely destroying Flash verbally. It brought back memories from when you used to do the same with his attempts to flirt.
“Jesus Christ, I don’t want to know what kind of sado-maso sex you two freaks are having.”
“Did you just call me a sadist? I didn’t know you could read people so well, Flash!” you asked, looking at Peter for back up.
“Okay, that’s enough.” Peter said, pulling you closer to him and walking the two of you away. “That was brutal, can’t let you ruin his ego on his prom night!”
“Someone had to do it!” you whined, your hands crossing in front of your chest.
“We’re here to have a good time! Come on! Let’s dance and not think about Flash.”
“Remind me, how exactly did you convince me to come to this? I hated my own prom and I’m definitely hating yours too.”
“You want me to remind you?”
You nodded, his hands resting on each side of your hips as he looked at you. His forehead pressed against yours, placing a soft kiss on your cheek.
“Are you sure you want me to remind you here?” he whispered in your ear.
You nodded again, looking at him. Your arms still crossed on your chest.
“In front of all these people?” He asked with a fake shocked expression on his face, pulling your body closer. You rolled your eyes at him, his arms wrapping around you, chests pressed together.
Your heartbeat accelerated as you looked at him, faces inches away from each other. His hot breath glided across the skin on your face, making your eyes fall shut as his lips gently touched yours. His fingers dug into the soft skin on your back. You rested your hands on his chest as he kissed you, consciously trying not to ruin his suit by grabbing anything you shouldn’t. He wasn’t that careful tho, his other hands scrunching the fabric that was so perfectly wrapped around your waistline, in desperate attempts to feel your body closer to his.
“Did I remind you?” he asked, breath heavy as he broke the kiss seconds before.
“You basically just admit to seducing me into this.” you told him, your head resting on his shoulder as he rocked the two of you gently to the rhythm of the blues that was playing in the background.
“You can never just fall on your back, can you?”
“Never!”
The two of you laughed, him kissing your forehead as you continued swaying, wrapped in each other's embrace.
---
taglist (If you want to be added or removed, please DM me!)
@asthmaticcchoeee @ivyquill
#fanfiction#peter parker x reader#marvel imagine#peter parker#peter parker fanfiction#peter perker imagine#marvel fanfiction#peter parker x y/n#peter parker x you#spiderman#spiderman imagine#spiderman fanfiction#spiderman x y/n#spiderman x oc#spiderman x reader#peter parker x oc#tom holland x y/n#tom holland fanfiction#tom holland x reader#mcu spiderman x reader#mcu peter parker x reader#mcu peter parker#mcu imagine#mcu x you#mcu fanfiction
140 notes
·
View notes
Text
(crush culture)
Peter Parker x male reader!
{ this will be based on the song crush culture by Conan gray and male reader!!}
trigger warnings: cursing, really nothing else
" Crush culture makes me wanna spill my guts out
Spill my guts out, spill my guts out "
Peter let out a long sigh as he waited for MJ to come by to help him out with what he would call a very serious problem. Life or death really. This all started years ago, so many years ago it's been longer than what he can count on his hands, but peter being peter figured out just months ago that this feeling wasn't something everyone just felt for people. It was indeed a crush like ned had pointed out for those years but peter thought he just wanted to be the other boy, not with him. Who are we talking about? well the one and only y/n l/n of course! Since 3rd-grade peter had been head over heels for the boy and peter just thought nothing of it, well because he didn't really think he could like another boy. He didn't want to face judgment like he does every day, he may not show it that much but he's a sensitive golden heart boy, so that judgment he would've faced if he allowed himself to know it was indeed a crush would've ruined his poor golden heart. So how does MJ fit into this? Well, it's because she was bold. She wasn't scared to be herself and wasn't really scared of what others had to say about her. Well, that's how she came off as anyways so peter needed her to help with confessing all these built-up feelings for the guy.
" so what did you need?' MJ asked catching peter's attention out of his little made-up world. Peter's face fell into an ' oh shit ' kind of face. He just realized he would have to come out to her and ask for help at the same time. It wasn't fear that made him feel bad, he knew MJ wouldn't care what gender or genders he liked. It was that someone else would've known he's pansexual and someone could overhear. " MJ...how can you tell someone likes you? how...how do I tell someone I like them?" this causes MJ to put one and one together quick and chuckle at him. She raised a brow and sat next to him on the school's stairs "this about y/n?" she asked making peter's heart and breathing stop for a second. "p-pfff...w-what?" peter laughed nervously and looked down at his hands that played with a loose string on his shirt. "...yeah.." Peter muttered. "well between us, and I'm not supposed to say this but you two are dumber than birds with windows...he likes you. Like a lot actually." MJ says and shrugs. Mj and y/n had been friends since kindergarten, the best of friends people can be. They told each other everything so hence why MJ knew about his crush on peter. "what? really?" peter asked in shock as it took him a while to react but a wide smile crawled onto his face. The dorky one he would get when really happy. MJ couldn't help but laugh at peter, not in a way to be mean but just at how he reacted at finally knowing. "yeah peter they have since like the 3rd grade...do you want to go see them with me? he has my sweater" she said, y/n had her sweater for months now and MJ wanted it back now. Peter nodded eagerly at the girl and stood up with pride and joy filling each bone of his body.
____________________________________________
(at y/n house)
peter still couldn't help all these butterflies in his stomach as y/n talked to him, just being around him made him feel like he was going to explode from excitement. Just the whole crush thing made him anxious and yes MJ did say the other boy was as much in love with peter as he was with y/n. That didn't make it easy to confess though because to peter what happened if y/n suddenly changed their mind and would freak out that he liked him in the " I love you " type of way. "peteeeer? you there?" y/n e/c stared at peter with a bit of worry as he snapped his fingers in front of Peter's face to grab his attention hopefully. "hm? oh, yeah! j-just thinking.. ya know" peter says somewhat truthfully. His mind was both racing and blank at the same time and he had no idea how that was possible. "about what?' y/n asked curiously, truth be told y/n was also thinking. Just how nice it was to be with peter evening if MJ was somewhere wandering around his home.
"crushes.." peter says now no longer having focus on the boy but on something around them and away from y/n. Y/n felt a sting in his chest but he chuckled, "does Mr. peter parker have a crush?" the boy teased causing peter to go red and make y/n laugh at how cute he looked. "whos the lucky lady?" he asked. He always assumed peter was straight cause this boy showed no interest in guys besides at y/n but y/n always thought it was because of how close they were. Y/n came out as ___ when he was in the 2nd grade after seeing some rom com with his cousin earlier that week. "guy...its a boy..." peter corrected which took y/n by surprise but that sting in his chest went away now.
"whos the lucky guy?" y/n corrected himself and leaned his head against his hand. Peter stayed quiet from nerves as he was too focused on his own heart beating to hear how y/ns was pounding out of his chest. "Uuhh... do you remember how I took back your stickers and smelly pencils in the 3rd grade from that kid carter?" peter randomly asked. "yeah.. that was like the best day of my life...but you got a bloody nose from him. Why did you bring that up?" y/n asked and chuckled while looking confused, "well....i...i did that because I liked you. You know like boyfriend and boyfriend type of way." peter says. For some reason, peter was tearing up and his voice became shaky. Maybe it was because of the bad memory...or it was because he was actually truly scared he'll lose y/n as a friend forever for this confession. The silence broke peter into a million pieces as he was about to speak again but y/n beat him to it, "that's when I started liking you...in a boyfriend and boyfriend type of way. No one really stuck up for me besides MJ. Especially after I came out." y/n says, leaning forward and in front of peter to wipe his tears away. Peters's fear seem to wash away at the gentle feeling of y/n hand against his cheek and looked at y/n.
"wow... i cant believe i just said that" y/n laughed and looked up at his ceiling, "does this mean I can be your boyfriend peter?" y/n asked with not many emotions showing other than curiosity but he was beyond nervous to ask that. Peter's cheeks and almost his whole face turned red but he nodded quickly. "yeah!.. i mean, yeah" peter chuckled as he tried to calm down his excited yeah to a cooler-sounding one. "aww look the dumb birds are boyfriends" the sudden sound of MJ voice sent both of the boy's head turning. "what does she mean dumb birds?" y/n asked quietly to peter making peter shhing him "don't worry about it"
_____________________________
this is my first one shot in months and first male reader one, so I hope yall enjoyed it also sorry for spelling mistakes!
#peter parker fic#peter parker x reader#peter parker#mcu x reader#spiderman x reader#peter parker oneshot#mcu peter parker#peter parker x you#peter parker fluff#peter parker imagine#peter parker imagines#peter parker x y/n#peter parker x male reader#x male reader
264 notes
·
View notes
Text
girls just wanna have fun
part iv- sunflower
“you’re the sunflower, i think your love would be too much”
wordcount: 2.5k
warnings: cussing, pining, missing the point, sitcom-level misunderstandings
a/n: like i said, sorry these are taking a bit! the end of senior year can be hectic, who knew? 🥴 i hope you all enjoy, i’ve really had fun writing these so far 🤍
taglist: @faiirybread @softasha @edgycatx @happy-nico @local-mr-frog @minimarkive @softyutae
series masterlist
Something was up with Peter. It didn’t take a super genius to tell you that. Honestly, something seems off with the whole group of Avengers.
This internship doesn’t have a direction, nor a clear purpose. Not that you’re complaining, but you are rather confused. Some days, you help Steve and Bucky with adjusting to modern customs and such, others you help Natasha Romanoff herself return to her old dance hobby.
It’s given you an escape from your extracurriculars and school work, something to do when you weren’t sending pictures of random files to your absentee parents.
Speaking of them, they stopped in a week after your internship started, though they were gone two days later. They only spoke a total of 538 words to you. And yes. You counted.
And just like that they were gone again, off to meetings and whatnot. It was tiring, and you were just about ready to chew them out like Peter has been suggesting recently.
But you can’t bring yourself to. So instead, you throw yourself into school. It’s not even mid September, but you’ve been keeping your GPA a lovely 4.0 with minimal effort.
So in your spare time, you investigate everything you can about this “internship”. The first suspicious thing is that the September Grant, the supposed name of the internship, is actually a grant Tony Stark made to MIT a while back.
Not long after, you realize that Peter himself doesn’t really know what the internship is for. Every time, his answer seems to change. At first, it was a science and technology research opportunity, then, it was a business experience, then it was a look into the daily lives of Avengers.
Then came the topic of Spider-Man. You were yet to see the masked vigilante, and the whole team seems to clam up anytime you mention said hero.
Especially Peter. He physically jumped the last time you brought up the absence of the Spider-man, clearing a foot into the air.
And that’s when your suspicions began. Peter’s nimbleness, the internship being off, the secrecy.
It’s 10:42 PM one night after another day at Avengers Tower when you figure it out. You have several post-it notes plastered on the wall that your bed is pushed up against, connected by thread. You truly are crazy.
But you’re also right.
Peter Parker is Spider-Man.
That’s the only logical explanation in your mind.
But you need to put it to the test. Spider-Man is probably patrolling right now. So you call Peter on FaceTime, waiting patiently as you open your window and sit on the ledge.
He doesn’t answer, but you smile nonetheless. A text pops up.
And in the heat of the moment, you take a second to think about your next course of action.
On one hand, you could be honest, come clean and provide a good support system for Peter. There’s no way that balancing school and vigilante-ing is easy.
On the other hand, he wasn’t honest with you. You’re not upset, but you do want to have some fun. A bit of playful revenge, perhaps.
So you decide to tease him.
And with that, you turn off your phone and go to bed.
Meanwhile, Peter is in crisis. “Stay safe”? The winky face? He’s so distracted by your texts that he swings directly into a pigeon, apologizing to the bird as he refocuses on his route.
There’s no way you know he likes you. He’s been so careful. You can’t know.
Right?
———————————————————————
The internship is so much more fun now that you know Peter’s Spider-Man. The whole damn thing being a cover-up? Hilarious, even if you can’t figure out why he would lie about that. Maybe there’s another secret you don’t know?
You’ve also begun to pose questions to the team that toe the line of exposing the whole story, watching the Earth’s mightiest superheroes squirm as they make excuses for their youngest member.
It’s a lot of fun. Especially at school.
Like now, as you lean by his locker. Your outfit of choice was some ripped jeans and a cropped sweater, making the best of the slowly cooling weather. A dainty gold chain sits across your neck, flashing in the ugly fluorescent lights of Midtown Tech’s hallway.
Peter manages to keep his eyes at a respectful height, other than when he dropped his book and picked it up, catching the tiniest glimpse of a diamond piercing in your belly button.
“So I was thinking you could swing by and we could study for that physics test. Ms. Warren’s been kicking my ass lately with all of these quizzes,” you suggest, empohasizing “swing”. Peter seems to miss your insinuation, instead shoving you lightly.
“You’ve been acing those quizzes, you liar,” he laughs. “I’ll be over around 7:30.” You nod, waving goodbye as you head to class. You barely take a few steps down the hallway when your friend Evie pops out from a nearby locker, practically dragging you to the ground as she jumps up and grabs your shoulders.
“I saw you with Peter. Have you asked him out yet?,” she singsongs, linking an arm with yours as you head to AP History together. Even if she seems like a ditz, she’s one of the most kid-smart people you’ve ever met. She definitely has a future in pediatrics or teaching.
But not in being discreet. You shush her. “How about you don’t let the whole school know? And besides, I don’t think he likes me like that, ya know?”
Evie shakes her head as you take your seats in Mr. Dells classroom, leaning your head against the window as you wait for the bell to ring. But it’s taking longer than usual, leaving your friend plenty of time to harass you.
“You should see the way he looks at you, hon. That boy is whipped.” She sighs, tugging out her textbook. “If I didn’t swing the other way I’d make a move.” You swat at her, chuckling as she dodges your hands.
With that, the bell blares out and Mr. Dell enters the room precisely on time, as usual. He’s carrying one one of those little ready-made bowls that you add an egg to, and the signature stench fills the air as everyone tries to hide their gags. Everyone liked the mild-mannered teacher, but his little snacks are enough to repulse even the strongest of stomachs. Including yours, as it turns out.
You make it through the class without puking, stumbling into the hallway in a rush. You run to lunch, desperately wanting to find food. You pass through the line quickly, grabbing a tray as you search for your friends. They flag you down, and you set your tray down before remembering the stack of papers in your hand.
“Shit. I’ve gotta go give this to MJ, she needed the articles for her History research paper.” You hurry over to her table, waving at Peter and Ned.
“Ready for the first day of Decathlon?” you ask. She nods, taking the papers gratefully.
“You’re a lifesaver, (Y/N).” She not-so-discreetly eyes Peter, wiggling her eyebrows as he glares at her.
You roll your eyes with a smile. “Please. I’m just helping a friend.” You wryly turn to Peter. “And friends can tell friends anything, you know that, right? You don’t have to keep secrets.” You tap his shoulder and walk back to your table.
You don’t want him to feel like he has to hide that he’s Spider-Man. The pressure couldn’t be good for him. Hopefully, he caught your insinuation.
Little do you know, while he definitely caught it, he missed the point.
“Holy shit she definitely knows I like her,” he rambles, sweating bullets as MJ and Ned interrogate him.
“Dude, there’s no way. You said you were super careful about it, right?” Ned asks, pretending to check his phone as he stares at your table.
“It doesn’t matter,” MJ says. “She likes you back.”
“She just friendzoned me!” Peter protests loudly, causing a few people to give him sympathetic looks. His friend rolls her eyes.
“You are so dense, you know that?”
———————————————————————
“Welcome to a new year of Academic Decathlon, kids,” Mr. Harrington announces, a smile on his face. “We have two coaches this year: Ms. Jones and Ms. (L/N).”
You and MJ wave before fist bumping each other. Your high level of emotions combined with MJ’s level head and mildly apathetic nature would be a great way to provide different perspectives to the team.
Introductions pass, and then some basic questions to get a feel for how experienced everyone is. There are a few new freshmen, but they manage to keep up as you and MJ fire off question after question.
“The Napster copyright dilemma differs from that of earlier technologies because…?” you ask.
Peter taps the bell. “The Internet is more difficult to regulate.”
“Correct.”
MJ steps up next. “The printing process in which ink is forced into recessed lines is called…?”
When no one provides the answer, you respond. “It’s called intaglio.”
She looks up, mildly impressed. “Correct. Thank you, (Y/N).”
The rest of practice goes by in a flash, with you both drilling the facts into the team’s heads.
At 5:00, you leave the school, relishing in your day off. With no internship, you’re ready to relax. You take a detour, passing by a street performer shredding their violin. You recognize the piece. Arensky: Violin Concerto in A Minor, Op 54. You played it at a concert two years back. You tip the performer and move on.
Slowly, you amble along Queens’s busy sidewalks, passing all sorts of characters. As a few dogs pass you by, you consider getting a pet. Your parents would be pissed, but they wouldn’t even know for a while.
As you calculate how much it would cost to buy all of the supplies for a cat, you’re suddenly stopped by a bout of yelling. A few feet ahead of you, a man is stealing a bike, snapping the chain and preparing to ride off. Straight at you.
A flash of red and blue darts in front of you. Spider-Man stops the thief, webbing him up effortlessly. In turn, you catch the bike before it hits the concrete, propping it up on its kickstand.
“Is this anyone's bike?” you ask, hoisting it up best you can. No response. Truly, New York is the city of hospitality.
“Does anyone have a pen?” the masked hero asks, turning around and awkwardly miming out the motions of writing. You nod, handing off a fancy ballpoint. As he writes on a notecard, you lean forward, supporting yourself on the bike.
“Soooo… Where’d you learn about the Napster copyright dilemma?” you inquire casually.
“Oh, on a documentary about-“ He catches himself. “Um, the what?” Caught in 4k, you think to yourself.
“Oh, my bad. You just remind me of a friend of mine.”
Peter finished writing, placing the note on top of the bike and passing the pen back to you. “Really? What’s he like?”
You smile, choosing each word precisely. “He’s really sweet, a great friend, super smart, too,” you say, walking backwards to continue talking to the hero. “He’s shy, gets flustered easily. He lives nearby, actually.”
Peter steps right into your trap. “What- what’s his name?” he asks, failing to appear casual and cool. You smirk.
“Flash Thompson.”
As Spider-Man chokes on air, you laugh, deciding to take some heat off of your disguised friend.
“I’m kidding, I’m kidding,” you promise, laughing. “His name’s Peter. But from the way you reacted, I’m guessing you know Flash?”
Behind the mask, Peter hesitates. No harm in telling you, right? “Yeah, I’ve met him before. Not my favorite guy.”
“Fair enough.” You stop, looking up. Your apartment building looms, and you frown, wishing your chat with Peter had been longer. “See you around, Spider-Man.”
“See you.”
———————————————————————
“Dude, I think she knows.” Peter frantically FaceTimes Ned and MJ as soon as you’re gone, swinging to a nearby rooftop. “She kept talking about how sweet her friend Peter was, even if he’s, quote, ‘shy, gets flustered easily’.”
“Do you think she knows that you’re Spider-Man?” MJ asks, furrowing her brows.
“No, she seemed clueless. She definitely knows something, but I don’t think it’s that.”
Ned shakes his head. “Dude. Decathlon’s coming up. How are you gonna hide it from her if something comes up like last year?”
“Well, then it’s a good thing that nothing like last year’s gonna happen,” Peter says, shuddering as he remembers Adrian Toomes. “That was too much of a mess to deal with.”
“Just- just ask her some disguised questions when you go over to study for the Physics test,” MJ suggests, mildly annoyed at the boy’s rambling. “Like, ‘Oh, is there anyone you have an eye on for Homecoming,’ or-“
“Oh my god, Homecoming.” Peter instantly groans, collapsing on the roof. “It’s already almost here, which means that the Winter Formal is almost here.”
“What’s wrong with that?” Ned asks.
“I promised the team that I would ask her out by then.”
“You did what?” Both of his friends cry in unison. Peter sighs, standing up and getting ready to return to patrolling.
“I know, I know. But I really like her. And maybe-“ He stands on the edge of the roof, one gloved finger hovering over the end call button. “-that little push is what I need.”
———————————————————————
“Are you thinking about who you want to go to Homecoming with?”
You furrow your brows. That question came from nowhere. Setting down your study guide, you shake your head.
“Honestly, I’ve been so busy with the internship, Decathlon, and school stuff that I forgot how close it is.” You eye the many pictures of your past Homecomings, moments of you and your friends frozen in time. “I’ll probably go with friends again, unless someone asks me.”
Peter really wants to ask you. But he’s not ready, at least not yet.
But maybe he can do something else. “Well, I’m thinking about making some extra plans the night of Homecoming,” he begins. “After the party, I was thinking about going to Coney Island for the Fall Carnival, but I couldn’t find anyone to go with. Wanna come?”
You smile, wordlessly tugging him into a tight hug. He’s lucky you can’t see his flustered and blissed-out face as you squeal excitedly, bouncing on the balls of your feet.
“That sounds great, Peter.”
For you, it’s a night with your friend, plus an opportunity to offer support to his superhero career. Even if he’s not ready to tell you that he’s Spider-Man, you’ll be there for him.
For Peter, it’s a night with his friend, plus an opportunity to tell you how he really feels. He hates keeping secrets, especially when it seems you already know. He wants to come clean to you.
Well, maybe you aren’t really on the same page. But it’ll make for one hell of a night.
#marvel#marvel x reader#x reader#avengers x reader#avengers#girls just wanna have fun#peter x reader#peter parker x reader#peter parker x popular!reader#x f reader#peter parker#tom holland!peter parker x reader#tom holland#ned leeds#mj#spider man x reader#spider man
196 notes
·
View notes
Text
Realizations Most Strange
Based on this request: "Strange x Reader: The reader is another mentor to Peter and when Strange sees the two of them working together it makes him realize that he’s completely in love with her"
a/n: i am way too proud of this title
masterlist
Stephen Strange is not in love. It would be impossible to describe how little he is in love, how straightforward his attitude is towards the world, how his heart has never skipped a beat once in his entire life. It’s unnecessary to even mention these sorts of things, because like he said, Stephen isn’t in love. Not in the slightest.
This wouldn’t explain why Wong seems convinced that Stephen does have a crush, however. It feels like not a day goes by without Wong happening to mention (typically with far less discretion as the other sorcerer seems to think) how fascinating it is to see Stephen dependent on someone else’s opinion of him. No matter how many times Stephen declares himself to be utterly impervious to anything of the sort, Wong never believes him.
Stephen can’t come up with any reason why Wong would think such a thing. It’s not like Stephen has ever expressed any interest in anyone else. Although it took time, he’s moved on from Christine, and he’s even able to smile over her relationship with another man. Simply put, there’s no one he could possibly admire quite so much as to warrant a crush, so being in love is out of the question.
If he were to be in love, though, Stephen could admit that being in love with Y/N L/N wouldn’t be all that bad. He isn’t in love, of course, and would gladly repeat that another thousand times if that’s what it took for people to accept it, but if he was, Y/N would be his first pick.
She’s another Master of the Mystic Arts, and has been in residence at the New York Sanctum for a couple of years now. Technically, Stephen thinks she was supposed to leave after six months, but for some reason that time constraint hasn’t been brought up since her arrival. He definitely has nothing to do with that.
At the moment, Stephen doesn’t have time to even begin to think about Y/N and his lack of a crush on her. The New York Sanctum is host to a guest this afternoon, a spiderling who’s just dropped by after his school day ends. Ever since the battle against Thanos and Tony Stark’s resulting sacrifice, Peter Parker has been coming over to visit.
The kid claims it’s for help with Avengers business. Stephen harbors a secret belief that it might actually have something to do with Peter’s need to see somebody, anybody to feel like he’s not quite so alone. When he’s around the other Masters of the Mystic Arts, Peter Parker is no longer at the top of the food chain when it comes to stopping extraterrestrial or simply weird threats to the city. He’s just some kid, like he always should have been.
That kind of relief has to feel good for a high school student. So, as much as Stephen pretends to roll his eyes and make sarcastic comments about it being past Peter’s bedtime the second the sun starts to set, it’s common knowledge that Peter will be welcome at the New York Sanctum at any time of any day.
Right now, he’s been passed over to Y/N for some light combat training. It’s one thing for Peter to use his webs against normal threats, like carjackers or your garden variety thug, but once you start messing with magic users, the rules of the game change.
They’re starting off fairly easy right now, with Peter trying to improvise on how to fight Y/N while she’s using portals or conjuring amber bands of spells to combat his webs. The kid can pick up new things pretty well, even Stephen can admit that, but he’s still rough when it comes to unusual foes.
Case in point: Y/N ducks under a web spiraling at her head and launches a glowing sphere of magic at Peter. It bowls him over cleanly and he falls to the ground. The two of them have taken the precaution of putting padding and mats on a large section of the floors in the Sanctum training room, so Peter only suffers a mild case of getting the air knocked out of his lungs. That’s Stephen’s professional diagnosis, at least.
Y/N leans over him, extending an arm to help the younger boy up. She laughs at the startled look on his face, and reaches over to casually muss up his head. Stephen’s watching the proceedings from a higher level, so he can’t exactly make out what’s being said, but he can see that they both break out into laughter.
Something strange happens the longer Stephen watches. It’s as if time slows down, even though he hasn’t laid a single finger to the green Infinity Stone. He can see the sunlight gleaming in through open windows, cascading around Y/N to land in golden puddles at her feet. It makes sense on some level in Stephen’s brain, that even light itself would be drawn to her. What in this world, or the countless beyond it, wouldn’t want to be near her if it could?
His knuckles are white on the railing of the balcony as Stephen leans over the edge. He doesn’t realize that he’s doing it until his hands start to ache, phantom pains from an injury that still plagues him. Stephen has long associated that kind of hurt with what happened when he was still with Christine, but now he’s turning his mind to focus on a new sort of feeling, one centered around an entirely different woman.
Y/N laughs again, and the faintest whisper of it makes the journey up to where Stephen stands. It is here, collecting in the echoes of that joy, that he realizes something once and for all, a truth he’s been running from for who knows how long.
Stephen is in love, and he is in love with her.
Wong looks up, surprised, when Stephen all but throws open the door to his office. The Sorcerer Supreme puts down his book on the desk in front of him, starting to rise.
“What is it, Strange?” Wong asks, clearly unnerved by Stephen’s behavior. “Has something happened? Are we under attack?”
“No,” Stephen assures him. “Not now, at least.”
Wong gestures for Stephen to take a seat, but he can’t manage to pull himself together long enough for that to happen. Instead, Stephen starts to pace back and forth across Wong’s office. Wong looks mournfully at the carpet under Stephen’s feet, as if silently cataloging how much it’s going to cost to buy a new one after Stephen wears this one to shreds under the force of his stress.
“What’s wrong, then?” Wong prods gently after Stephen stays silent.
At last, Stephen is able to freeze in place, and turns to Wong with a haunted look. “I think I’m in love.”
Wong stares at him for a moment, then breaks out into loud laughter. Even Stephen’s agitation calms for a moment, forgotten as he stares at Wong in sheer confusion. Wong continues to laugh for what must be at least a full minute or two, the same rough, booming sound echoing around them.
Eventually, Wong is able to contain himself, and goes on speaking as if he hadn’t ever been interrupted. “I knew it. I called this months ago. It’s Y/N, isn’t it?”
Stephen is forced to nod in agreement, which makes Wong raise a finger in vindication.
“I told you, didn’t I?” Wong says, “And you didn’t listen, but you are now. I was wondering when this day would come.”
“Alright, alright,” Stephen says, raising his hands to ward off Wong’s triumph if anything else, “I get it, you were right, I was wrong. Now what do I do?”
Wong blinks at him. “Why are you asking me that? I’m your coworker, Strange, not your therapist. Go figure this out on your own time.”
Stephen pinches the bridge of his nose. “Yes, I get that, but I don’t know what to do.”
Wong shrugs. “You dated Christine for a while, didn’t you? Just do that again.”
Stephen frowns. “We broke up because I told her that she couldn’t have any meaning to me. After that, I was friendzoned and now she’s engaged to someone else.”
“Okay, so don’t do that,” Wong contemplates, “Look, it’s easier than you think. You’re just complicating things. You do that a lot.”
“Thanks,” Stephen says with a clearly forced smile.
“No problem,” Wong replies happily, “Always here to help.”
Stephen doesn’t bother to respond to that, just glares balefully at his friend.
Wong sighs. “Fine, fine. No need to burst a vein. How about you do something simple? Take her out for dinner or something. Hell, even coffee. She’s going to need coffee to keep up with you.”
Stephen’s eyes narrow. “I’m confused, were you encouraging me to ask her out or not? Because right now it sounds like you don’t like the idea of the two of us together.”
Wong chuckles. “Oh no, I think it’s a fantastic idea. You need someone like Y/N in your life to keep you in check. I just like making fun of you.”
“Figures,” Stephen mutters, but thanks his friend for the advice anyway.
In truth, Wong’s not wrong. Stephen does have a habit of overthinking and overdoing things, especially when it’s about the people in his life that really matter. He’d tear down this universe and the next if it meant keeping his loved ones safe.
So, basically, getting this right is really important, both for Stephen’s general happiness and his future of friendships at the New York Sanctum. He waits for Peter to leave, which takes far more time than Stephen’s feeble patience can really tolerate, then heads down to meet Y/N alone as soon as he can.
Y/N’s collecting the mats from the training room floor, so Stephen helps out, conjuring up a few spells to clean up the space.
She smiles at him gratefully. “Thanks for the assist.”
“Thanks for babysitting the kid,” Stephen responds.
Y/N laughs. “It’s not as bad as you think. Sure, he can be a little exuberant, but it’s just fun.”
“Yeah, it’s because he likes you the best,” Stephen argues, “but I can’t blame him.”
The last part of his sentence is quieter, but Y/N still hears it. She cocks her head to the side questioningly. “What do you mean?”
This is it, his chance. Stephen exhales and turns to face her. “I was wondering, if you weren’t too busy–”
Y/N cuts him off with a wry grin. “Who isn’t busy around here?”
He must have looked quite pained when she interrupted him, because Y/N holds up her hands in surrender. “Alright, alright. I’m quiet. What were you wondering?”
Stephen does his best to steady his nerves despite the suspension in his adrenaline fuelled offer. “I was wondering if you would want to go get coffee with me sometime. You know, one of these mornings. Not the night, that wouldn’t make sense. And if you don’t like coffee, we could always just go to a different type of shop, or get something else, or–”
Y/N saves him again, laughing quietly. “I think getting coffee sounds like an excellent idea to me. Is this a date, Stephen?”
She looks at him with a curious grin, mischievously prodding. Stephen nods, hoping that he’s not about to ruin this whole thing.
“Yeah,” he says, “Yeah, it is a date. Are you still okay with that?”
Y/N fixes him with her most brilliant grin yet, and Stephen feels the last of his worries melt away from him. “I would be more than okay with that.”
With that, she picks up the last of the mats and turns to put it away, leaving Stephen standing there with a more than self satisfied smile. Perhaps he’s managed to make this work after all. He wouldn’t believe it himself were it not for the joy on Y/N’s face when he asked her out, but it’s true. He’s got a date, and he couldn’t be happier about it.
marvel tag list: @thatfangirl42, @rogueanschel, @mycosmicparadise, @ellobruv, @caswinchester2000, @with-inked-solace, @sher-lokid7, @amortensie, @23victoria, @watchreadfangirlrepeat, @gods-fools-heroes
#stephen strange#stephen strange imagines#stephen strange x reader#stephen strange oneshot#dr strange#dr strange imagines#dr strange x reader#dr strange oneshot#doctor strange#doctor strange imagines#doctor strange x reader#doctor strange oneshot#marvel#marvel imagines#marvel x reader#marvel oneshot#mcu#mcu imagines#mcu x reader#mcu oneshot#avengers#avengers imagines#avengers x reader#avengers oneshot
86 notes
·
View notes
Text
Osborn Family "Problems" | Raimi!Peter Parker
Pairing: Raimi!Peter Parker x G/N!Osborn!Reader
Summary: Peter is in love with Harry’s sibling, or Norman’s child. Would Mr. Osborn approve of the relationship?
Warnings: potentially OOC Harry and Norman??, written in HC bullets format, Norman's wife Emily is mentioned dead here, Reader is adopted,
A/N: Basically those Stark!Reader x MCU!Peter fics but what if it's Norman who's your dad lol /lh
Peter: red, Norman: Green, Harry: Orange, You: blue
Also shoutout to @kombuuuu for inspiring me with the color coded dialogues like hers in her AMAZING works SO MWAH POOKS and GO FOLLOW KOMBU RN /nf💖
"Wait what? You have a crush on Peter?"
Well, your brother had just found out you're crushing on his best friend when he saw the bespectacled boy's name written on your notebook, right next to your study notes as the two of you are studying for an exam.
"Y-yeah... though I've never told anyone until you found out about it because I'm scared Flash will make fun of me for liking the "dweeb" he loves to pick! If Flash was the one who finds out, I'm sure he'll constantly tease and embarrass me about it."
I mean, sure, Flash Thompson is the biggest bully in school and you find him really annoying but at least you have your brother by your side.
"What's the matter, Harry?" you asked once you saw a frown in his face.
"I'm not sure if Dad would like this or not. I mean, I'm your brother and you're in love with my best friend, who he seems to like more than me. It's not like I hate you dating Peter or anything, because I'm actually glad you both found each other, Y/N." he said, hugging you.
Being Harry's sibling, at least he has someone who can truly reassure that he's loved and will always be enough despite what he believed. Both you and Harry's relationship with your father is complicated, to say the least. You love him but at the same time also think that he tends to be a little harsh on your brother, which was the reason why he often tried hard to make his dad approve him.
In return, he feels more safe because of your presence. Even if your family's a wealthy one, you've never been one to flaunt off your wealth to everyone in school as you just wanted to be a rich yet humble person, someone well loved for their kindness instead of money.
You find Peter to be a really nice guy, despite his "dweeb-y" demeanor. He's a really great guy to talk and confide to, and treats you really well, which is a really pleasant surprise!
He's a little intimidated by the fact that you're one of Norman Osborn's kids, but nevertheless he admires the man and loves you for you and not your status or money.
"You're the sweetest rich kid I've ever met, Y/N. I'm serious."
"Shut up, Pete, you're adorable."
This is where things get really interesting, because you told your dad that you'll introduce your new boyfriend to him, and so Peter's invited for tonight's Osborn family dinner.
"You're gonna be fine, Petey, don't worry. There's still me and Harry in case you feel uncomfortable, you know?" you reassured.
"I know. It's just I've never dated someone before you."
Dinner's being prepared and your dad's currently seated in front of you, with Harry besides him. You've told him about your new boyfriend coming over for dinner, so the three of you are patiently waiting for Peter to arrive.
"Seems like you're happy to see Peter." Norman said, snapping you out of your little daze. "It's been so long since when I first adopted you, and I still remember you being a little baby. Now, look at you dating your brother's best friend." he let out a chuckle right as the doorbell rang.
"I think Peter's here, Y/N."
You immediately rushed to the mansion's front door and opened the door. There, Peter's standing still with a small grin on his face.
"Just the right time, Pete."
Soon, you lead him to the dinner table and he made sure to greet your dad and brother (or his best friend) before making himself comfortable in the seat next to you.
So far, the dinner's going well! Your dad, while can be questionably busy with his work, managed to have a good chat with Peter. He asked him questions about how did he meet you, how it's like to date you, and all that.
"Y/N's a sweet kid. I love how they're one of the few people at school to never pick on me, other than your son and Mary Jane."
"That's great to hear, Peter. Now, were you nervous at the fact that you're dating an Osborn? And secondly, how are your parents like?"
"Kind of, Mr. Osborn. My parents died when I was young, so I lived with my aunt and uncle for the majority of my life now. Though don't worry, I'm fine with my Uncle Ben and Aunt May, I really love living with them.
"I see. I've raised Harry and Y/N by myself after my wife passed away. When Harry was 1, I adopted Y/N so that Harry won't feel lonely and the two have been inseparable ever since."
"I never got to see my mom at all, but at least I have Harry." you added, making Peter pat your shoulder in his attempt to comfort you.
Sometimes Harry would join in and tell embarrassing stories about you to Peter, much to your dismay.
"Hey Pete, did you know that Y/N one time got lost in Oscorp when they were a kid?"
"Shut up, Harry. I was a kid, okay? Do you really expect a little child to know all about Oscorp's building just like that?"
Norman cleared his throat. "Kids, please."
But the room soon went quiet when Norman said this to your boyfriend.
"Well, Peter, I really appreciate you for treating my Y/N well and for being a good man." he firmly said, his gaze towards Peter matching his stern tone. "But if you break their heart, I will not hesitate to make you pay for what happened. Otherwise, I'm really glad that you've taken interest in my child and I want you to make them happy."
"I won't, Mr. Osborn."
"Good."
#raimi!peter#raimi!peter x you#raimi!peter x reader#peter parker x reader#peter parker x you#tobey!peter x you#tobey!peter x reader#marvel x reader#osborn!reader#smokey writes#headcanons
14 notes
·
View notes
Note
You know the ship. You know who i want for the meme.
GIVE ME THEM SHAYE GIVE ME OUR BABIES for the ship meme thing.
º ✧ 。SEND ME A SHIP AND I’LL TELL YOU… with @crisispider !
who’s the cuddler? true, these two do NOT understand the concept of "keep your hands to yourself" and they're not trying to learn either. but in terms of who initiates it more ? it's peter. mj is still ✨ terrible ✨ at seeking reassurance and comfort from people, even when she craves it with every bone in her body, because she didn't grow up in a house where that was safe to do. but the minute peter opens his arms to her? she's THERE, clinging to him with every ounce of strength in that little body of hers. he practically has to PRY her off him when he needs to "go to work".
who makes the bed? actually, this is something that mj NEEDS to do every day. it was one of her chores as a child, and one that saw her punished if she didn't do it, so now it's this weird muscle memory thing. she once tried NOT do it, as a pseudo therapy exercise, but it stressed her out too much that she almost made herself ill. she never asks peter to do it, doesn't care that he doesn't want to. and frankly ... she's never told him WHY she does it.
who wakes up first? mj. but this isn't a fair fight because you can't call what peter does "sleeping", especially not with mayday around. like it's just not.
who has the weird taste in music? peter, and mj loves nothing more than to ROAST him for it. she rolls her eyes when he's in charge of the music and groans when the worst of it comes on. but does she also know all the words to his favorite songs? and catch herself singing them under her breath at work (and then immediately curse him with a little smile)? 100%.
who is more protective? peter and mj are WILDLY protective of each other it's true. like it borders on feral behavior at times, especially when they've been apart for a while. i just think that the WAY they do it is very different and says a lot about them. mj is very much your "he said no mayo" girlfriend, willing to step up and speak for him when peter's mild manner and politeness might otherwise keep him quiet. she will FIGHT (verbally, relax pete) anyone who talks shit about spider-man and defend him to the ends of the earth. but peter? his is much more LITERAL - he positions himself between mj and danger in every sense of the word. sometimes that looks like swinging in to SAVE HER LIFE, sometimes that's him stepping in to a situation where she didn't ask for his help because he REFUSES to stand by while she gets hurt. it leads to a LOT of arguments, but she knows he can't really help himself because ... well, neither can she.
who sings in the shower? honestly where is their grammy award because the CONCERTS these two put on together are legendary. it's usually mj on lead vocals while peter sings back up and leads the shampoo bottle choreography
who cries during movies? peter. peter bejanmin parker cries during movies, even ones that aren't really that sad. but mj thinks it's one of his SWEETEST traits, always has tissues and hugs waiting for him when it happens.
who spends the most while out shopping? mj. not only does she have the paycheck to do it, but she likes having nice things. she keeps them for much longer than the average person, takes good care of them so they last, but being best friends with harry osborn for that many years definitely gave her an APPRECIATION for the finer things in life.
who kisses more roughly? i think peter does, but it's almost always because mj started it. there is nothing she does better than revving his engine, little teasing whispers in his ear about how hot he is when he tosses cars around like they're baseballs. trying to convince him to toss HER around, and peter gets a little too zealous in his efforts to please her and .... well, let's just say she has MASTERED the art of covering up dark ass hickies on her neck and bruising on her lips.
who is more dominant? in the bedroom, they definitely SHARE that role - the control ebbs and flows naturally between them, depending on the mood. mj loves to take the reins and make him moan, but she also gets thrill out of him webbing her up and having his way with her. but in everyday life? mj. oh it's mj and it's not even a close competition. she wears the pants in their relationship and the only time peter has them is when he's taking them OFF her and chucking them onto the floor.
my rating of the ship from 1-10. humanity does not have numbers high enough for my rating of this ship. it is peak, it is EVERYTHING.
#help i love them i did not mean to make this so long#º ✧ 。my heart is certain it's more than a crush crisispider#º ✧ 。 if it takes my heart and soul you know i'd pay the price mj && peter
3 notes
·
View notes
Note
9, 10, 21 for HarryFlash if that's okay 😁
HARRYFLASH HARRYFLASH thank u bri I'm excited for this (vibrates) to be fair i am going mostly by vibes since I have not read eeeeeverything with Harry Osborn but I feel like I've read enough that I can still do this.
This got kinda long so I will put it under a cut, actually:
9. What are their thoughts on having children?
Well, that's easy - Harry already has two! And he loves them absolutely dearly. Would they add more, like adoption or whatever..? Two kids is already a handful and that's with Liz obviously there to help too. But like, Flash already has a rapport with little Normie:
(Spectacular #157)
...so I don't think it's too far gone a conclusion to say, "he would probably become endeared to Stanley very quickly as well". And Andi is of course basically like his goddaughter, but for anything I write with her she's usually like 18-20 years old or whatever. So, in conclusion: got enough kids to worry already about BUT will love them to death.
10. Describe their first date.
OKAY this is like... super silly but I have this vision in my mind that it's shortly after Flash has come back from space so like. Technically he is still Venom but they are going to be chill about this. They can handle both the vigilante/hero life and civilian life right, right?? And also Flash is out of the closet which is simply the way things should be.
Harry is either still working at Parker Industries or he's reopened the Coffee Bean or maybe having two kids is enough on his hands but regardless! He is also Out and life is good. They decide they'll go out and see how things go because they've been friends forever, right? Right. This will be extremely uncomplicated and normal.
They go somewhere nice but not too nice, Flash isn't exactly ready to tell Harry he's got an alien living in his body (and brain) but he will, he swears, but the whole night the symbiote is trying to (1) coach him ("Flash, calm down, your palms are sweaty." / Can you make them NOT sweaty? / "If you order chocolate cake I will.") and (2) their scaled-down cosmic-given Cry for Help Awareness keeps pinging and it's very distracting!
Harry, meanwhile, is getting a little worried because Flash seems... distracted? Not quite as distracted as Peter usually looks but wow the similarities are weird, so Harry is getting a little deflated starting to think oh no, I knew this was a bad idea, why would Flash ever go out with someone like me ): but even though Flash was stealthily preventing three slip-and-falls in the restaurant and also the symbiote snuck a tentacle over to a table with a baby at it so the baby wouldn't start wailing it goes well and Flash is looking at Harry with SUCH affection the whole time.
After all is said and done and Flash is realizing shit Harry looks so glum there's probably an identity reveal or something. I really want to write a fic based on this idea though it sounds so fun.
(WHEW that was long but thank you for indulging me.)
21. Who would get into a fight to defend the other's honor? Who tends to the other's wounds?
Well, I hate to say it, but this is an easy one. Flash is always 100% ready to throw down and especially would for Harry because he is soooo protective of Harry. Like honestly an ideal world is one where people remember Flash threw himself at Kraven the fucking Hunter to try and save Harry. Did he fail miserably? Yes! But that's not the point.
If I'm being totally honest it's probably a little (or a lot) embarrassing to Harry and they probably will have to talk about it, but mostly because Harry will... probably always carry the weight of his father's expectations and I think there will always be a part of himself that feels he needs to be tougher and needs to be able to stick up for himself. But eventually he will learn that he and Flash just have different instincts and ways that they show they care about each other. And that Flash does respect Harry, more than Harry may ever know, because he knows how hard it is to be soft in a world where people, especially men, are expected to be tough.
I know this got lengthy but thank you so much for this ask, I have been bubbling over with HarryFlash thoughts for the last like month and this was a nice excuse to get them down. 💖💖💖
Ask me questions about my ships!
#asked and answered#userbrieuc#harryflash#harry osborn#flash thompson#little bit of venom in here too hope you don't hate me for that#i am who i am#and who i am is someone who really fucking loved space knight#i am bOILING over with feelings about this muffled screeching
12 notes
·
View notes
Text
~~Spoilers (S26 E4)~~
Okay, the new episode. I thought it was pretty good, I’m glad we got an episode where the kids felt as much like kids as they possibly could for modern South Park, I like the relationship between Stan and Wendy and the relationship between Clyde and Bebe. Here are my thoughts in way too much detail.
First, The positives:
I live for Clybe. They’re such a garbage fire couple and I am here for it. Same thing goes for Stendy. Canon Stendy is such a hot mess now that it’s like watching “Balloon Boy” unfold live. I understand that some people may not like it, especially when Stendy used to be so wholesome (I’ll touch on this later). But as an isolated thing, it’s entertaining in my opinion. The inclusion of Clyde as a semi-major part of the episode does it a favor too.
Garrison! I don’t know how much he’s done since his flop (Trump) era. I genuinely missed him and think he’s relatively in character for this episode. Maybe he would notice that the dumbest kids in his class are suddenly really good at writing, but he’s not the brightest bulb himself so maybe he wouldn’t. I enjoyed seeing Rick again, I’m glad they remembered him.
Cartman! Finally, this is exactly what he would do in this situation. There’s no question of redemption for that little asshole, he said something about women ruining slavery during the episode. But he wasn’t even the first person to discover the AI and he immediately started gatekeeping it. Icon. And perfectly in character for him.
This episode was relevant, but still fun. It didn’t even feel like it really took a stance on AI, it just told a story based around the technology. They really took their own advice and didn’t preach, they just had characters do stuff and sort of argued for both sides. Some of my favorite episodes do this, like Best Friends Forever (S9 E4)
But, The Negatives:
Stan is mean to Wendy. There is something so wholesome about early Stendy, where Stan is head over heals “in love” with Wendy and would do anything for her. Yes, a toxic relationship has a place in the show, but that’s what for Clybe is for, and they were a garbage fire since Clubhouses (S2 E12). This episode would have worked just as well if Stan didn’t want to hurt Wendy’s feelings by not knowing what to say/ not having time to respond. Honestly it’s not that bad isolated to this episode, but I feel like there’s been a shift where every relationship is a little one sided or toxic.
Weird pacing/structure. I wasn’t sure if this should be a nitpick or a true negative, but pacing is important. Some parts of the episode move a little bit slow, which is fine, but that long ass scene where a kid uses the bathroom for like 45 seconds could have been cut if you needed extra time to make the ending feel like it wasn’t a random after thought. This could be a product of certain parts of the episode being written by an AI, though I’m not sure how much of it actually was. If it was just the ending or the text messages or the major story beats, or maybe it was nothing at all and they just credited ChatGPT for fun. Still, it could have been better.
And what’s life without Random nitpicks?
A little itty bit out of touch. Just a tiny bit, but like why does the Home Screen of the iPhone 12s that the kids have look like it’s from 2010? Also it’s not like nobody would have heard of ChatGPT
That scene of Peter Mullen peeing was way too long. Very Family Guy style, with a long drawn out joke that went on for it to still be funny.
I don’t really like the design of the character played by the incomparable Betty Boogie Parker. It feels too modern, and I liked Heather William’s design more.
#south park#Season 26#Deep learning#I liked this episode#I don’t know if it’s better or worse than Cupid Ye#I think I prefer Cupid Ye#this one was pretty good though#I’m not sure how much of it was written by CharGPT#I think the ending was#it felt like it ended too fast#whatever though#good episode
4 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
