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#JUST A KID! JUST A NORMAL GUY! JUST PETER PARKER!!!!!!!!!
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I want a spider X dcu but have Peter working at the league's base in space as a mechanic or a scientist, cause of course they will have the best material and information to help him make a way home. Except that Peter is weird.
Like, weird weird. Like, spider bite kind of weird with a hint of different culture from a different world kind of weird.
Listen most of his interactions with humans in their world is with them cause he's at the watchtower all the time, so his understanding of what is normal is a bit skew, and he probably also got used to acting more spidery, especially when in a lab or sm (courtesy of his time at the avenger tower where he doesn't really have to hide his spidery side)
Then you take into account him having a different kind of humour and a different set of memes and you have the whole justice league thinking he's secretly an alien
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milimeters-morales · 1 year
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in the ACAU Matt honestly doesn’t really know where he stands with Peter (mostly because Matt doesn’t know how to handle the more animalistic side), and that’s why they aren’t actually “friends”. Peter randomly starts to threaten him or does things that put him in unnecessary danger (like playing Deadly Hide and Seek) and doesn’t actually see much wrong with it! Matt however thinks danger is just the norm for vigilante friendships, even though Peter’s his only vigilante “friend” here. At least he knows where he stands with Miles, who makes it clear he doesn’t give a single shit about Matt and won’t even try to communicate with him even if they ran into each other. Matt is struggling to decide whether or not he wants to go through all this just to have an ally or two as Daredevil.
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leclerc-s · 1 month
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paint the town red - part ten
THE GREAT ADMIN WAR
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HUNGARY 2024
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charles leclerc i'm sorry seb! you can't be mad at me.
sebastian vettel charles, you told the internet i had a crush on mark
charles leclerc but you did?
carlos sainz and you told them about his almost make-out with max.
ollie bearman we all saw that coming. i was around for mexico last year.
tony stark are you sleeping with the enemy leclerc?
charles leclerc no.
harley keener oh boy wait until this guy finds out who he is sleeping with
charles leclerc shut your fucking mouth keener!
tony stark i promised pepper i would stop being annoying
arthur leclerc WAIT- IS HE- OH MY GOD!
tony stark WHAT THE HELL DID YOU GET FROM THAT?
ollie bearman OH MY GOD! HOW IS HE THE GENIUS?
bianca stark-potts oh you have got to be fucking kidding me.
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me & bae
for context, this is what he sent me at 7:30 in the morning.
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carol danvers added one person
wanda maximoff so he's bae now?
bianca stark-potts no? yelena belova she loooves him
kamala khan oh my god this is the best day of my life.
yelena belova that is a child.
carol danvers kamala is not a child.
queen shuri how old is she?
kamala khan i'm 16!
riri williams by the way, who's bianca seeing?
queen shuri charles
riri williams HER DRIVER?
natasha romanoff now that i think about he is exactly her type.
pepper potts goofy? michelle jones will most likely blush when she calls him a pet name? wanda maximoff flirts with his childhood rival? queen shuri green eyes? natasha romanoff exactly.
bianca stark-potts when have i ever dated someone like him?
yelena belova SO YOU ARE DATING?!
bianca stark-potts NO STOP IT!
kamala khan but she likes him!
bianca stark-potts WHO LET THE CHILD IN HERE?
carol danvers i have never been this interested in someone's love life before.
kamala khan that's because you were in space for the longest time and are now dating an asgardian. carol danvers KAMALA! kamala khan i'm getting the feeling that no one knew that.
natasha romanoff WHAT? WHO?
bianca stark-potts 10 bucks it's valkyrie
carlos danvers 10 bucks bianca's dating charles but won't admit it because she's afraid that natasha and wanda will do what they did last time.
wanda maximoff it was something perfectly normal to do.
bianca stark-potts YOU BROKE INTO HIS HOUSE! natasha romanoff and he ended up cheating on you so really, no regrets.
michelle jones does charles know that harry was the one who gave you the dog? the same dog who loves charles very much and that charles adores?
kate bishop OSBORN?
bianca stark-potts not my brightest moment
kate bishop EVERYONE KNOWS OSBORN IS THE BIGGEST DICKHEAD AROUND!!
bianca stark-potts HE WASN'T A DICKHEAD WHEN WE FIRST STARTED DATING!!
kate bishop HE'S ALWAYS BEEN A DICKHEAD! HE JUST TRICKED YOU!
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peter parker heeyy, guess what i just found out talking to red bull's media admin.
isaiah atkins peter if this another genius idea to wage war against the other teams i will tie you against our hospitality.
peter parker that is aggressive. but no bianca's going to hate this.
harley keener oh this is gonna be good.
peter parker guess who red bull invited to the next gp.
tony stark oh no. bianca stark-potts i knew this was going to bite me in the ass when carol brought him up.
charles leclerc what are we talking about?
harley keener oh boy, i can't wait to see how this one will go down.
bianca stark-potts HARLEY SHUT THE FUCK UP!
tony stark seriously hungary of all places? why not miami or monaco? hell texas or vegas would be a better place.
tony stark can't believe the dickhead said yes.
sebastian vettel what the hell is he upset about now?
peter parker oh it's great, bianca's ex boyfriend is attending the hungarian grand prix with red bull. peter parker the same one who gave her the dog we all know and love
bianca stark-potts PETER!!
ollie bearman i thought you said a friend gave you that?
harley keener oh it gets better. he asked her out with the dog as a gift.
charles leclerc oh.
charles leclerc would you look at that i suddenly have something to do with my brother.
arthur leclerc we do? charles leclerc yes we do
tony stark what's wrong with him?
sebastian vettel how do you not get it?
peter parker i'm also confused.
ollie bearman you're both hopeless.
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ex-boyfriend huh?
harry and i dated but i never brought him up because he cheated on me. it's just- it's not important
he gave you a dog when he asked you to be his girlfriend.
i asked you out using a lightning mcqueen meme that you posted on your story.
and it was very adorable charles. i wouldn't change it for the world.
i'm not asking for you to do extravagant things like harry did. usually when he did them it meant he was cheating on me again.
a dog is not extravagant.
and what do you mean again?
it happened like four or five times each time with the same girl. the only reason i found out was because nat and wanda broke into his apartment.
they won’t do that to me right?
they might?
my apartment is a mess! they can’t break in with it like that!
glad to know those are your priorities.
are you kidding me, it’s black widow and the scarlet witch, they can’t see my messy apartment!
charles, it'll be fine. i doubt they'll break into your apartment.
but if they do?
they won't.
what if they do?
i'll talk to them.
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bianca stark-potts
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kamala khan that's so adorable.
michelle jones and they call this man a terror?
yelena belova he was a terror. i've seen the videos
natasha romanoff now i want to break into his apartment to see how messy it is.
wanda maximoff this is all the confirmation i needed to know that they are dating.
maria hill she warned him about you two breaking into his apartment. they're dating.
queen shuri i can't wait to see tony lose his shit over this.
riri williams i can should've seen this coming. he's exactly her type. america chavez you've been around less than me HOW DO YOU KNOW HER TYPE? riri williams i read the groupchat america!
hope van dyne i was in a meeting what did i miss?
hope van dyne OH MY GOD!! SCOTT OWES ME SO MUCH MONEY!!
bianca stark-potts YOU BET ON ME?
hope van dyne we bet that you would end up with a driver and we were right! scott thought it would be logan or lando. my money was on verstappen or charles.
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alex albon all those in favor of max releasing the mad dutchman on this osborn guy
max verstappen why would i do that?
lando norris isn't it obvious? because she's dating the platonic love of your life
pierre gasly he's the platonic love of my life! yuki tsunoda do i mean nothing to you? pierre gasly yuki, no, it's not what it looks like!
george russell max just do as we ask! take him out!
oscar piastri as a date or murder? lando norris either works.
lando norris notice how he didn't argue that charles is the platonic love of his life.
max verstappen charles is not the platonic love of my life. it's daniel.
daniel ricciardo i'll take him out. i'll do it for vegas 2019!
charles leclerc NO! NO ONE TAKE HIM OUT!
charles leclerc WHAT'S THE FASTEST WAY TO CLEAN A MESSY APARTMENT?
pierre gasly WE'RE IN HUNGARY YOU IDIOT!
charles leclerc I AM IN DANGER OF IT GETTING BROKEN IN BY BLACK WIDOW AND THE SCARLET WITCH!! SOS!!
george russell WHY WOULD THEY DO THAT?
carlos sainz according to harley it's ritual to do with all of bianca's boyfriends.
max verstappen wait what does that have to do with harry?
charles leclerc oh so he's harry now? max verstappen christian said i have to be nice to him. something about him being some good investor but i couldn't care less charles leclerc take him out. max verstappen and why should i do that charles? charles leclerc ARE YOU KIDDING ME VERSTAPPEN!! HE- YOU KNOW- HE CHEATED ON BIANCA!! max verstappen and why is that important charlie? charles leclerc THAT'S MY GIRLFRIEND YOU IDIOT! THAT'S WHY!
max verstappen BOOM! I WIN! PAY UP LOSERS!
pierre gasly NO YOU CALLED HIM CHARLIE! YOU CHEATED!
max verstappen I TOLD YOU LOSERS I COULD GET HIM TO CONFIRM THAT THEY WERE DATING!
charles leclerc YOU MADE A BET ON ME?
carlos sainz it's not fair, they didn't let me participate because i'm your teammate
oscar piastri can i let it be known that i didn't want anything to do with this?
logan sargeant LIAR! YOU WERE THE BOOKIE!
charles leclerc I TRUSTED YOU OSCAR!
oscar piastri it was either bookie or they were going to make me flirt with peter and figure out if he knew something.
daniel ricciardo i'm back what did i miss?
daniel ricciardo OH COME ON MAX GOT HIM TO SPILL THE BEANS BEFORE ME??
alex albon there is no getting in the way of lestappen daniel. it's time we accepted that. bianca should too if she's going to date charles.
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charles sat in his room, frowning down at his phone nothing was worse than a 'we need to talk text.' his stomach currently felt like there were a million bees buzzing around in there. the knock at his door startled him and he rushed to open it, being met with the sight of of bianca. she smiled brightly at him, causing the bees to subside a bit.
"you wanted to talk?" charles asked. bianca noticed the scared expression on charles' face and her eyes widened, quickly understanding what charles thought there talk was going to about.
“no! this isn’t that kind of talk, i swear,” bianca quickly said.
“then what is it about?” charles questioned.
“can i come in?” charles nodded, stepping out of the doorway and opening the door wider, allowing her in. bianca gave him a slight smile, before moving to sit on the couch in his room. she sighed, “i owe you an explanation about harry.”
“no, you don’t,” charles said, as he sat next to her. bianca laid her head on his shoulder. charles intertwined their hands, “i do, and it’s the least i can do. besides, if i learned anything from that relationship it’s that honesty is always the way right thing to do.”
“okay,” charles whispered. bianca sighed again, “i met him at some charity event my dad was holding, when i was a little girl, before he was iron man. os corp was stark industries biggest rival, it still is. but somehow we were friends growing up.”
“romeo and juliet,” charles muttered. bianca laughed, “funny, my mom said the same thing. we- we didn’t start dating until we were 17, both of our dads were against it, but norman. norman saw it as an opportunity to show the public that he and my didn’t hate each other. i was a business opportunity to him.”
charles frowned, "that's not very nice of him."
"well he turned out to be a supervillain on another earth who hated peter. so fingers crossed he doesn't turn out like that here."
"what?"
"that's a wild story for another time," bianca explained, "but i loved harry. he was my first everything, except kiss. i lost that one in a game of truth or dare at a party when i was 13."
"hmm, i was kissed in front of a swing set when i was 9."
bianca laughed, "i loved him charlie, and he used it against me. the girl's name isn't important, although, she was very much aware that harry was in a relationship with me. the entire time we were together he was with her. 3 years of my life down the drain, wasted on someone who was never even worth it."
"i'm sorry chérie (dear) ," charles whispered as he hugged her, bianca burying her head in the crook of his neck, "you should've never gone through that with someone like him. maybe it was a good idea to convince max to take him out."
"like a date? or like murder?"
charles shrugged with one shoulder, "it doesn't matter, either works. although, i think kelly might be upset over the date one."
"and christian would upset when max ends up in prison for murder."
charles laughed and bianca giggled softly, "he's such a connard," charles said.
"i don't know what that means," bianca admitted.
"asshole. it means asshole."
"good," bianca said, "because he is one."
"we should- non c'est bête (no, it's stupid)," charles cut himself off. bianca pulled away from him, "no, what were you going to say?"
"it is dumb," charles said as he dismissed his own thoughts.
"it's not," bianca argued, "what is it?"
"we should- we should go somewhere over break. like as a couple. that is what we are no?"
bianca smiled widely at him, "yes we are, and we should. where are we going?"
"oh," charles said, surprised, "i did not think you would say yes. i have not thought that far ahead."
"it's okay. we can go anywhere. i don't mind."
"well i'm glad we are a couple because i accidentally told a few other drivers we were dating."
"charles, i called you bae, and wanda immediately caught on."
charles laughed and bianca smiled at him. she curled into him, laying her head on his chest. the stark-potts girl yawned, "can i take a nap?"
"yeah," charles whispered, "you can take a nap. i think i'll nap with you."
"i'd like that." bianca whispered as she closed her eyes.
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SPA 2024
biancastark_potts posted a new story
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il mio cuore, i do speak italian, despite what people think. (my heart)
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scuderiaferrari it's a rainy one here in spa but we're glad to end the first half of the season on such a high note. it's another double podium for the ferrari boys. see y'all after the break! next stop: zandvoort!
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username this has literally been the best mid season ending ferrari has had in who knows how long.
username LET'S GO FERRARI!
username FORZA FERRARI SEMPRE!
harleykeener LET'S FUCKING GO!
↳ harleykeener is this what red bull felt like last year?
charles_leclerc that's caption is not written by peter and i know it.
↳ peterbparker ISAIAH GROUNDED ME AFTER THE INNOCENT WAR I WAGED!
↳ charles_leclerc at least he didn't tie you to the hospitality like he threatened.
redbullracing free peter! he did nothing wrong but have some fun!
mclaren free our boy! he did nothing wrong!
mercedesamgf1 free our fellow admin! we were having fun!
username isaiah let our boy out of prison!
biancastark_potts and we've got another amazing half to go!!
joaquintorres can't believe i wake up so early to watch men go vroom in odd shapes.
↳ samwilson you're literally in the air force
↳ joaquintorres literally shut up samuel!
username this has been the highlight of the season besides charles winning monaco and carlos winning spain.
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¡leclerc-s speaks! okay, i needed to give bianca an ex but i could not be bothered to come up with a face claim or name for him so i just went with harry osborn. i know technically the osborn family doesn't exist in the main mcu universe but in my world they do. i also googled a fan cast for harry osborn and the most popular one was timothee so i went with him. please ignore any typos in this, i made this on no sleep because insomnia is a bitch.
¡disclaimer! this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet for me. enjoy!
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mandyvsfx · 10 months
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Puberty.
Tom!Peter Parker X F!Reader
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warnings: smut, masturbation, that's all for today.
it is currently 1AM, I have to wake up at 5 and here I am writing smut.
We all went through puberty, it SUCKS. But just imagine going through puberty with heightened senses... Let's see what it's like to be Peter Parker for a day.
"The shy ones are the the worst" People would say, but you just couldn't even imagine Peter or Ned having dirty thoughts. In your silly little head, they were completely pure, you were sure of it. That being said, it wasn't a surprise that you never noticed the way Peter would check you out ALL the time, especially when you wore that cute little red dress, he would compliment you NONSTOP and you would never have second thoughts about it, you just thought he was being really nice.
However, your girl friends wouldn't fail to notice each time he would stare you up and down, or how he tried SO hard not to stare right into your boobs when you wore anything that had a cleavage to it.
"Parker was checking you out AGAIN. I mean, he's kinda cute, you should do him." One of them whispered.
"If I were you, I'd have already..." The other one said.
"Could you guys just shut the fuck up? We've known each other since we were kids! He is not like that." You looked at both of them, clearly annoyed by the comments.
"You mean he isn't like my ex? The type that cums and goes?- She laughed- Well, then you better be quick or else I might just need to steal him from you."
Why were you even friends with them anyways? All they cared about was what was trending and which boys they should hook up with. It was fun at first, but it got repetitive and suffocating over time.
Time passed, school day was finally over. You didn't had the chance to talk to Peter much, just a quick 'hi' and that was it for the day. But you were happy since May had invited you for dinner, so you guys would have all the time in the world to talk about mind controlling villains, all kinds of aliens from alterspace. -Yes, you knew he was Spiderman.- Or just about homework, like normal teenagers.
You got there, chatted with May for a while and sat at the table.
"What is taking him so long? PETER!- She shout, no answers.- Can you go tell him dinner's ready? I made pizza for us!" May said, licking her lips and giggling.
And so you did, walking fast towards his room, until you heard something. That something made you slow your pace a little.
"Oh- oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck... shit."
It was Peter, was he injured? Maybe he just got back from fighting a robber or something. What if he needs help? What kind of friend would you be if you just turned around and left him there, possibly hurt? And then you heard it. Your name coming out of the boy's mouth. Only then you realized those noises weren't because he was in pain, Peter was rubbing one out at the thought of you.
You still doubted yourself, thinking your mind was only tricking you. You walked in closer to his door, that was parcially open, you could see his back and... You just stood there, frozen in place. He was actually touching himself. You could tell he was close by how fast his hand moved, almost like he was running out of time.
"Can't... hmm... can't do this... anymore... fuck." Your name kept falling from his lips, moans followed by moans, he sounded so needy, so desperate.
The one thing you didn't knew about Peter's heightened senses was that it affected other parts too... There would be times that he would keep masturbating over and over again and couldn't seem to be satisfied, like nothing was enough. He had never felt so much desire for someone the way he felt for you. Seeing you all cutey in that little skirt you wore to school that day, he had to hold himself the whole period so that he wouldn't just fuck you raw in the middle of the class for everyone to see. You were such a tease.
"Gonna... fuck- gonna cum..." Peter threw his head back, your name flowing from his lips. He looked so cute, you couldn't look away, it was like you were hypnotized.
You watched as he laid down on his bed, breathing heavily, one hand on his forehead cleaning the sweat.
"KIDS? What is taking you two so long?" You finally "woke up" and realized what you just witnessed, taking a few steps back before rushing to the kitchen.
"Sorry, he's... coming. Yes, that's it, he's coming." You said, stuttering a bit.
Peter quickly got dressed and joined you and May at the dinner table.
"I fell asleep, sorry. -He looked at May, then glanced over at you.- I... didn't know you were having dinner with us. We could've walked home together." He continued, looking down, never meeting your eyes.
Did he knew? He saw you? What was going to happen to your friendship? Was it ruined?
A million thoughts were running through your mind, but it suddenly went blank when you felt a warm hand slide to your inner thigh.
You looked up at him, visibly confused.
He would never do anything with May in the house tho, but at least now you knew his true intentions.
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hobiebrownismygod · 5 months
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Let's talk about Miles G./Prowler Miles and his characterization in fanfics/headcanons
I'm gonna refer to him as 42-Miles throughout this analysis btw
Fairly short post, about 1.1k words with pictures and gifs to help explain <3
Summary: I'm gonna analyze his characterization as being angry/aggressive, I'm gonna talk about his backstory a little bit and compare him to the original Prowler and then I'm gonna rant about his sexualization a little bit as well.
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1. Characterizing him as angry/aggressive
Most of the fanfictions/headcanons that I've read treat 42-Miles like a thug. They act like he would be overly aggressive toward the reader/y/n and often characterize him as slightly misogynistic and a bully. One question. HOW? I genuinely don't understand where people get these headcanons from. You're telling me that this guy, who is literally the exact same person as Miles Morales, would be a cheating, narcissistic asshole who needs to be fixed by some random girl? Are you kidding me? Do y'all think RIO MORALES would've allowed that to happen to her son? HELL NO.
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This hispanic lady?? BFFR
In the scene between Miles and 42-Rio, we see her asking him to get groceries, cracking jokes with him and just having an absolutely lovely mother-son dynamic. Its because of this that I think that he's actually a sweet, kind boy who's just trying his best to take care of his family. This little thing that he and his mom have going on proves that 42-Miles is not a bad kid. He's a genuinely nice guy who was thrown into a crappy situation.
As for his whole "You can call me the Prowler" persona, that's obviously just a setup. Miles did the same thing in the first movie when he met Peter B. Parker. He tied him up to a punching bag and put on a slightly deeper voice to confront him. 42-Miles did the exact same thing. He tied up Miles to a punching bag and did his best to intimidate him with the claw and the voice. He's just trying to look cool in front of his twin, guys. He's not that way normally. If anything, he's just gonna be a slightly more depressed version of Miles, but he's still Miles.
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Its practically the same scene.
This type of characterization happens a lot towards edgy black males in the media. The same thing happens with Hobie Brown. He's portrayed as cool, a rule-breaker and a punk and immediately, people characterize him as dirty and violent which are nasty stereotypes targeted towards African-Americans. 42-Miles is portrayed as intimidating and edgy and immediately people are quick to say that he would be an asshole and that he would be a bad boy which are also horrible stereotypes. This is blatant racism and its not cute or fun to read. If you want him to be aggressive in your fanfictions, give him an actual reason to be aggressive. Don't just assume that he would be, because if you really think about it, he wouldn't.
2. Calling him a murderer (The original prowler didn't kill people)
A lot of the fanfictions/headcanons that I've read that involved 42-Miles treat him like a murderer and romanticize the idea of him being a criminal. Authors write stories about him violently murdering thugs and beating people up for no reason. Any f.f. involving his identity as the Prowler usually has a killing scene written in or an implied murder scene.
It has been confirmed that 42-Miles is gonna be an anti-hero. Now the Aaron Davis version of the Prowler did kill people. However, he wasn't an anti-hero. If we're going to compare 42-Miles to a Prowler, we need to compare him to Hobie Brown, who was the original Prowler.
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Hobie Brown was also an anti-hero who actually helped Spider-man multiple times throughout the comics. He never killed anyone and after trying to lead a life of crime, he actually ended up quitting. This suggests that 42-Miles would be similar if not the same, because its confirmed that he's fighting against the Sinister Six, and isn't a "villain" and therefore would not kill anyone.
He's also 15 years old. Why are people acting like a 15 year old would be a murderer? There is no way this 15 year old kid is going out into the streets and beating up thugs. This guy was supposed to be Spider-man, remember? He fights for justice and he fights against real villains, like Doc Ock, Scorpio, Rhino, all villains who are confirmed to exist in Earth-42.
This headcanon is extremely inaccurate and people really need to chill out on the whole "Prowler" aspect of his character, because he's still Miles. He isn't a whole new character. He's literally Miles Morales in a different font, and he's not gonna be a murderous maniac.
3. Sexualizing him (he's a minor!?!?!)
I'd say about 70-80% of the 42-Miles fanfictions that cross my feed contain smut. People age up Miles, not for the plot, not for the headcanons, but just to write smut.
Personally, when I read a fan fiction or a headcanon about a character, I imagine them in my head when I do. I genuinely read the fan fiction like it would be played out with the character. So to me, people who are writing these smutty fan fictions are imagining a minor in their head while doing these things. This is absolutely insane to me.
Now I know a lot of people are gonna come for me for saying this because "if you don't wanna read it then just scroll" and "he's aged up so its okay" but this is normalizing pedophilia.
Once again, I see the same thing happening with Hobie. Why? Once again, casual racism. People see an edgy black male and they immediately assume he'd be super sexual. The people writing smut about Miles are the same way. They see an attractive black teen and the first thing that pops up in their mind is "I'd let him fuck me." He's 15 years old. No one should be writing smut about this kid. He doesn't do anything sexual in the movie, he doesn't have a confirmed love interest, he was literally on screen for two minutes. Stop treating black characters like sex toys and enjoy their damn storylines.
I explained more on the sexualization of black characters in the media in this post here if you want to read more into it or still feel a little unsure about my analyzation. I included sources as well <3
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This guy is a tired CHILD. LOOK AT HIS EYE BAGS
As for the whole "aging up" thing, aging up a character for a fan fiction and aging them up for smut are two very different things. I've read 42-Miles fanfictions where they age him up, but they actually add to the plot. This one fanfiction I read (I'll link it if I find it) aged him up to create a officer x criminal trope, which I found absolutely adorable. They were able to write an amazing story with zero smut. Compare this to people who are saying "I'm aging him up to 18 <3" and its just 4000 words of straight, gut-wrenching smut.
This genuinely disgusts me. I don't know if its just me who feels this way about his sexualization, but its so icky to think about. You're taking a literal child and imagining yourself doing all these things with him and posting it for the rest of the world to see. A lot of the people who write these fanfictions are 18+ which baffles me as well.
Stop sexualizing minors and stop aging up characters just for smut. It's messed up.
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HI!! I HAVE MISSED YOU SO MUCH!!
I have a small request! If you write for yandere Peter Parker? The reader can be starks daughter if you'd like! I HAVE MISSED YOU ♡♡
Hello! I'm so happy to finally be back online! I had a really tough year but new year new me!
౨❀Yandere Peter Parker❀ৎ
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✧˚ʚ♡Warnings: Stalking, obssesive behavior, possessive behavior, threats, forced relationship and creepy behavior.
✧˚ ༘ Paring: Yandere!Peter Parker x stark!reader
❥When Tony first introduced you to him, he swore he fell inlove at first sight. He was smitten.
❥In the beginning he was distant trying to ignore his feelings and try and stay loyal to Michelle.
❥But he couldn't help it, he HAD to have you. But how? He can't just kidnap his bosses daughter
❥Peter put up sneaky cameras in your room in the Avengers tower, [A place he have not access to yet]
❥In school he would try and act normal. But the fact you sit right infront of him makes him easily distracted
❥Every night after he is done patrolling he watches you through the camera he hid, trying to learn your habits, routines and your body language.
❥Whenever you interact with someone else than him in school, especially Flash or some of the other guys, his jealousy flares up
❥He can't stand the thought of you with someone else, he won't threaten them, only carefully watch them making sure they don't pose a threat
❥Love letters, everyday you find anonymous love letters in your locker.
❥As soon as you open your locker and the love letter falls to the ground Peter tries to act innocent.
❥If he sees anyone who also has a crush on you he wouldn't choose violence, violence is never the answer
❥I'm kidding Peter when he patrolled he would find the persons house and get the person in trouble
❥He would also try his best to isolate you, he tries to convince you that your friends are toxic and that they're using you.
As Peters feelings grows for you, he breaks up with Michelle and asks you out on a date
❥But all doesn't go as planned for him
❥You found the hidden cameras Peter had left in your room, one in the closet, one in the bathroom and one by the bed.
❥As soon as you're about to tell you dad, Peter gaslights you the best he can.
❥He threatens to show Tony all the guys you have talked to, chatted with. He knows Tony is very against you dating and talking to guys
❥In the end you're forced into a relationship with him by pressure, he convinces Tony to make him you're bodyguard and protector
❥You're his, that's the only thing that matters to him
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pairing: peter parker (andrew garfield)/gn!reader additional tags: fluff, meet cute warnings: referenced character death (gwen), angst
summary: peter finds love again nearly a decade since gwen's death. note: this is like. a brain fart. i barely proofread this so like i'm just gonna HOPE it's not complete ass. happy reading!
The air was already biting cold in November. Peter had been sitting on the same bench for about an hour now, orange leaves clinging to his coat. Every so often, he would break out of his trance to brush them off. Gwen had gotten it for him on their first Valentine’s Day together after she saw him wearing one of his uncle’s old ones. She joked about how it made him look like he was hiding little packets of crack in his pocket. His lips twitched into a smile before he inhaled deeply, trying to remember the sound of her laugh. The real sound of her laugh, not the one that crackles through the speakers of his old laptop whenever he missed her. It’s been that long. He was always terrified he’d forget her: how her eyes twinkled when she learned something new, how her hair always seemed to be perfectly in place, or how her scent took over his room after every visit.
There were days when he couldn’t even get out of bed, too consumed by his grief to move a muscle. On the flip side, there were days when he could feel like himself again. Days where he allowed himself to smile and just be the nerd he’d always been. He knew it was what Gwen would’ve wanted. By some miracle, it was what she fell in love with. She loved Peter Parker and that was the only reason he had to not lose himself as Spider-Man. Despite it all, he found it got easier with time. It was easier to live with himself now. It was easier to accept that it wasn’t his fault. Four years has passed since her death and he was just barely accepting it still, but it didn’t hurt so much anymore.
It was rare for him to have the time to just go out and enjoy what the city had to offer. New York could be a real piece of work: that was evident from just how much Spider-Man had to deal with in the past few months, but it was home. Central Park was a place he hadn’t visited in a while, so he tried to not dwell in his thoughts too much and enjoy the rare opportunity. Admittedly, there wasn’t much to do but people-watch, but it was a nice change of pace for Peter. With how hectic things were at work on top of his responsibilities as a vigilante, he was exhausted. He was tired of being Peter Parker. It was nice to just be invisible for once. 
He snorted. If middle-school Peter heard that, he would’ve been firmly smacked on the head by his younger self. He always wanted to fit in with the cool kids back then. He achieved that to some degree. Sure, he was more well-known as a dweeb rather than a cool guy, but he was still well-known. Even now, he realized his desires didn’t change all that much. It’s just that this time, he wished he could have a house and a dog and a proper job and be friends with normal people. Instead, he was still renting an apartment in a less-than-ideal part of town that he could barely keep. Before he could slip further into his self-deprecation, he was pulled away from his thoughts by something sitting next to him. On his right was a puppy, no more than a year old, slobbering all over the bench with a bright green ball in its mouth. Peter could only stare at it before the puppy carefully placed the wet ball on his lap, urging him to throw it. Before he could do anything, you jogged up to them and picked up both the dog and the ball.
“I’m so sorry, sir! I don’t know what’s gotten into him lately!” your eyes wandered down to the wet patch on Peter’s thigh where the ball used to be. “God, you don’t have somewhere to be, do you? I’m really, really sorry!” 
You were really jittery. That was the only word Peter could think of to describe you. You didn’t know where to put your hands: between holding the happy pup, the ball with said pup’s drool all over it, or trying to introduce yourself to the man your dog decided was “the chosen one”, Peter was pretty entertained. Then he felt bad. 
“It’s no problem really,” he reassured you before pointing to the troublemaker in your arms fondly. “You’ve got a cute puppy. Too bad I didn’t get to throw the ball though.”
The sigh of relief you let out must’ve been cartoony because you swore you saw him smile, then he stood up and handed you a handkerchief. You looked at it for a few moments before accepting it with your one wet free hand gratefully. He remembered thinking at the time that you looked so welcoming. Like a friend you can always talk to even if you haven’t seen each other in a while. It might’ve been his senses messing with him, but the air felt clearer then. Your arrival cleared a fog in his mind, and he didn’t even know your name. So he told you his instead, his gloved hand touching yours for the first time in what seemed to be just a polite handshake. Looking back on it now, perhaps that was the first sign. 
You told him your name, trying not to stare at the man in front of you. His eyes were so… kind. They were big and round and full of wonder, maybe a little dampened by age. Kind but tired. They should’ve been just as average as any other set of eyes you’ve seen, but when the sunlight hit them just right, it reminded you of swirls of honey. The rest of him surely didn’t disappoint. Maybe a few seconds in, you realized you must’ve been gawking at him, so you said your goodbyes and tried to forget about it on the way home.
Not that you could, but he couldn’t either. 
A couple of weeks had passed. His patrols happened less often now with him working so much during the day. Between the bills and the pressure of being a functioning adult, Peter found it difficult to keep his head above water. He stared at his reflection in the full-length mirror he got from May’s old stuff. He was older. He was sadder. The suit still fit as well as it could, but squeezing into it was more of a chore now than an exciting flipping-of-the-switch into his alter-ego. His hands shook, if only for a moment, before he pulled down the mask over his head. The fire escape creaked under his weight before bouncing back into place as Spider-Man finally leaped off and swung into the night.
“It’s just another patrol,” he reminded himself. “You get this done and you can get some sleep.” 
It must’ve been two hours into his patrol when he heard you. His ears perked up at the sound of your voice. Before he could even register what was happening, his body was already swinging its way to you.
“Sherlock!” you called out. “Sherlock! Where are you?”
This was impossible. You loved your dog to bits but you’d think he’d think twice before dashing away from you at the slightest rustle of a bush.
“You need some help?” a voice came from behind you.
You jumped and swung your fist at whoever it was. Peter managed to narrowly avoid your sucker punch so he stepped back and held up his hands, in fear of freaking you out even more.
“WOAH! Woah, woah, hey…” he tried to calm you down, his actions about as frantic as your own. “I’m Spider-Man! I’m here to help!”
Red and blue spandex. Wide white lenses. Your mind finally processed what was going on in front of you. Spider-Man was here. 
Holy shit, Spider-Man was here.
Once again, you were apologizing to him. Not that you would ever know that it was the same person. You explained that you were trying to find your dog, and he listened. He clung to your every word, whether he meant to or not. That same fog in his head cleared up and soon he found himself engaging in easy conversation with you as you both searched the neighborhood for your dog. He felt light, like this was the simplest thing ever. Why was it so easy to be with you?
How long has it been since he was in the company of someone other than May? Someone who wasn’t from Midtown High who would awkwardly comment on how different he looked. Someone who wasn’t from the Bugle who would sneer at him every time he messed up because he was exhausted. How long has it been since he spent time with somebody who could get to know him the way normal people did? 
He tried to shake off these thoughts. Who said anything about the two of you getting to know each other anyway? Peter looked back at you from the dark alleyway. You were on the opposite side of the street from him, hellbent on finding Sherlock. A happy bark echoed from his side of the street. The puppy he once could’ve scooped up with one arm was now thrice the size of what it used to be. Sherlock stopped to smell Peter. The dog barked once again, as if to say “Hi, I remember you!”, and then ran back to you before you could burst into tears of frustration.
For a minute or two, Peter stayed just to watch. You were so gentle with your pup, so genuinely concerned for its wellbeing that it struck something inside of him. With how long he’s been Spider-Man and how much he lost as a consequence of it, he often forgot that people like you still existed. He forgot that there were still good people in this world, people who would do the same thing he did if they were the ones bitten by a radioactive spider. People that would help a tourist get to their hotel safely, reunite a mother with their child or, like you, spend the rest of the night looking for their dog in the freezing cold. 
Peter tried to leave as soon as he could because there was something about you he couldn’t quite figure out and he didn’t like it. He didn’t like not knowing what it was about you that rekindled a flame in him he thought he’d lost. You didn’t even get a chance to thank him properly. He shot one web after another and then it was back to work.
Your voice and Sherlock’s cheerful barks echoed after him, “Thank you, Spider-Man!” 
He felt himself smiling underneath the mask. Even if it was just for that night, he felt like the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man again. For you, the walk home was peaceful, even with the ever-present noise of the city in the background, but you felt safe. Since that first meeting with the masked hero, you’d feel that someone was watching you every now and then… and you knew exactly who it was. It was always a blip of red and blue in your peripheral, but it was more than enough. 
In February, you got laid off from your job. You’d seen it coming but that didn’t mean it still wasn’t a complete pain in the ass. You just turned up to work, got handed your box of stuff, and sent on your way. It all happened so fast. Next thing you knew, you were sitting in some dingy old bar, your box of stuff forgotten in the trunk of your car while you nursed your drink. Some guy took a seat a couple of stools away from you, huffing as he rested his head on the counter.
It took you a while to recognize him.
“Hey! We’ve met before… Peter, right?” 
Peter sat upright then, an awkward smile adorning his face as he turned to you. He stopped himself from speaking right away. After all, you met him once. He met you twice, both as himself and Spider-Man. He had to keep that in mind. 
“Oh, uh, yeah! From Central Park?”
You laughed, “Yeah. From Central Park.”
There it was again. The ease of the conversation. The natural flow of your back and forth banter. He couldn’t tell if it was just you or his heart finally giving in after years of self-isolation that brought about this sense of calm, but he was grateful for it all the same. You told him about what just happened earlier that day and… something pushed Peter to just take one more step into the deep end.
“You could come work at the Bugle,” he blurted out. Fuck. You’re so stupid, Peter.
“What? The Daily Bugle? The newspaper?” you repeated in disbelief, all of your attention now on him as you shifted in your seat. It was overwhelming. Why was it so overwhelming? This was only the third time he’s talked to you!
Maybe it was liquid courage, but he found himself nodding and just going down the rabbit hole of trying to convince you to apply, “I mean, you’ve been at that company for how many years? And I heard they don’t just hire anyone, too. If anyone could land a spot at the Bugle, it’s you,”—he grinned and put on an accent—”mi amigo.”
You stared at him, perplexed. Then, a smile. You were his friend.
“Okay.”
“Okay,” he smiled back, trying to hold back the hope blooming in his chest. “I guess… I’ll be seeing you again soon?” 
You wasted no time writing down your number on a piece of tissue and sliding it over to him, “You bet, Parker.”
In the safety of his one-bedroom apartment, Peter smiled at the messy line of numbers you scrawled on the two-ply tissue. He called you the day after, eagerly telling you abut what life at the Bugle was like. In true Spidey fashion, he was honest about it. His horror stories of his boss didn’t seem to faze you at all. In fact, it only made you more determined to apply and prove yourself. He admired that.
One call became two, and two became three. And one after that… and another after that. That wasn’t counting the daily texting that ensued in between. Peter found himself looking forward to your texts in the morning, when he finally fixed his sleep schedule just enough to wake up before his alarm started blaring. By the time you were officially an employee of the Daily Bugle, he couldn’t contain his excitement. 
It was exhilirating to not be alone anymore. It was even better when he realized your cubicle was just right next to his. Peter made it his mission to ensure your work experience was a fun and pleasant one. It was so unequivocally him to do something like that. Each gesture started out small: he decorated your desk with two succulents when you started out. After a while, he would leave candy on top of your paperwork while you went to the bathroom. He always denied this. Then there were the sticky notes.
Peter didn’t come to work regularly, he was juggling two other freelance jobs most of the time but he always, without fail, managed to leave a sticky note on your computer if he wasn’t going to be around the next day. Like his other acts of kindness, these started small too. Imagining him hunched over a desk and writing these notes just for you made you more flustered than you could even begin to admit.
“Don’t forget to eat!”
“You’re doing such a good job :)”
“YOU’RE SO AWESOME!!! >:D”
But your favorite, favorite one, the one you kept safe in your phone case, was the note he left when you finished some of his paperwork for him. The two of you never spoke about the notes he left, both too scared to ruin the comfortable dynamic you’ve created. The very next morning, that familiar bright yellow poked out from in between the stacks of paper on your desk. You remembered the warmth you felt as you read his words. Something about his handwriting only intensified that.
“My hero :D Tell me how to make it up to you, you beautiful human being,” followed by a doodle of you in a Spider-Man costume. 
One day, when he’s ready, maybe Peter would tell you how you saved a life just because you finished his work for him. In your own act of kindness, you allowed him to start his patrol earlier and save a teenage girl from getting mugged, or worse. When you invited him over to your house that weekend and saw the angry bruise on on his cheekbone, he let you tend to the cuts that were littered all over his body. He let himself bask in your gentleness and care and sweetness and everything that made you, you. You asked him if he got attacked. He shook his head and ignored the sting of the hydrogen peroxide. 
“I fell into some bushes while hiking. Turns out it had thorns,” he lied. Lying to you didn’t feel great.
Instead of prying any further, you laughed and told him to be more careful. He could’ve sworn the room felt brighter then. 
In June, May came over to his apartment to drop off some good homemade food; something she was sure he had gone far too long without, since his culinary taste consisted solely of instant noodles and microwaveable meals. The TV hummed in the background as the older woman made some small talk with her nephew. The realization that he was no longer a little boy dawned on her. It wouldn’t be the first time it’s happened, but it was a hard pill to swallow. May saw how tired and beaten down he was, especially after Gwen’s death, and it wasn’t until recently that she noticed a change in the young man. The stubble he always forgot to shave was nowhere to be seen, his unkempt hair finally trimmed into a manageable shape, and his eyes were brighter. He was still tired, but he was happy. For a brief moment, she saw the little boy she used to bathe and sing to before bed. 
Peter was too busy munching on the chicken casserole she prepared to see his aunt smiling at him. Finally, she decided to speak up.
“Who is it, Peter?”
He looked up, not expecting the question, “Who’s what?”
“Who’s making you happy?” 
Peter thought about it for a while, not sure if the answer he’ll give was actually the right one to describe what had transpired these last few months, “I made a friend, I guess. They’re really nice and uh… they just started working for the Bugle. So. I see them more often.”
May nodded, a content smile on her face as she processed the information. A coworker. A friend.
“Tell me about them, they seem nice.”
Peter hesitated for a second, only to be reminded of your face and your bad jokes and your dog. Nice was an understatement. You were amazing.
“They are. Nice, I mean. We just sort of ran into each other at Central Park and then I saw them again a couple of months later and I recognized them. They’re… they make me feel comfortable. Appreciated, you know? I haven’t had somebody to talk to like this since—” he stopped. 
Since. 
Since Gwen.
In the time Peter’s known you, not once did he think about her. Then that horrible sinking feeling in his gut came. Years of falling and learning how to get back up went down the drain because he was reminded once again of what he lost. His thoughts were running a thousand miles a minute, all of them connecting back to that one fact that he was sure would haunt him forever: Gwen Stacy was dead and she would stay dead and Peter couldn’t do anything about that, no matter how much he wished he could. Somewhere, deep down, a part of him never really grew up. How could he? What gave him the right to live the life he wanted when she couldn’t live hers because he couldn’t catch her?
Then you came into his life and pulled him out of his self-imposed exile. All at once, it was you flooding his senses and you weren’t even there. This was wrong. This was all wrong.
May could only watch her nephew go through a whole lifetime’s worth of pain all over again. In a flash, he was gone. May Parker was alone.
He didn’t know where he was going, but he had to leave his apartment. He couldn’t bear to let May see him like that again. He couldn’t… It felt too much like the first time. It felt too much like losing his uncle and his girlfriend. He didn’t want to relive it. New York’s skies were painted pink and orange as the sun began to set, but all he could think about was getting away. His feet simply walked and walked and walked, his mind in a haze until finally, finally, he stopped at the headstone that haunted him for so long.
Gwendolyne Maxine Stacy
Beloved daughter and friend
March 2, 1996 - July 2014
A breath he didn’t know he was holding in escaped him. It had been nearly a decade since she died. She would’ve been twenty-seven. The air felt colder somehow, but Peter, even with his scientific mind, wanted to believe that she was there with him in that moment. He wanted to believe that Gwen Stacy never truly left. It was true, in a way. It was Peter that kept her alive, even if it was only in memory. 
“Gwen, help me out,” he whispered. “Help me out, please. I can’t… I can’t do this anymore.”
He struggled to keep his composure.
“I met someone, Gwen. It was an accident. Their dog was all over the place and for some reason, he chose me. Gave me his ball to throw. And then they came along and GOD! They’re just— They’ve been nothing but kind to me, but I just can’t… I can’t do that to you. Never to you. And I know what you would say and how I’m an idiot but,” his voice wavered. “How can I ever look at anybody else the way I looked at you?”
Soft footsteps came from behind him.
“You can’t, sweetheart,” May placed her hand on his shoulder. “You can’t look at anybody that way you did Gwen. What you had with her was special. It was you and her, but that doesn’t mean you can’t start something new. Something entirely different and just as special. You know this is what she would’ve wanted for you, why would you deny her that, Peter?”
The dam broke. 
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry—”
May held him tight. She didn’t know how long she stayed there in the cold with Peter, but the moment that little boy was left on her doorstep, she knew she would do anything for him. No longer was he little, but he was her boy, and he always will be. If she had to rub circles on his back for as long as he needed to pour his heart out to the world, she would do it. So she did.
You didn’t hear from Peter for the next few days. He always managed to evade you at work and when you did see him, he avoided your gaze and left as soon as he could instead of hanging around to chat about random stuff like he always did. You would be lying if you said it didn’t hurt. Peter was probably your first true friend in this city. He looked out for you in ways nobody ever bothered to, even people you’ve known your whole life. Peter Parker was your friend and you were determined to get to the heart of the problem and fix it.
Miraculously, you caught him just as he was about to leave the lobby. Hearing his name from your lips stopped him in his tracks, so he turned around to face you. You knew what he was going to say. It was going to be another excuse to leave and not talk to you.
“Oh, hey!” he greeted lamely. “Look, I can’t stay around for too long, I have to—”
“Cut the shit, Parker,” you hissed. If it came out harsher than you intended, you didn’t care. You deserved to know whatever it was that made him start avoiding you like the plague. “What’s going on with you? And don’t tell me it’s nothing, because it’s definitely something!”
He was caught. With nothing else up his sleeves, he pleaded quietly, “Not here. I’ll tell you, I promise, I just… Not here.”
A couple of hours later, you were face to face with his door. You hesitated to knock and as if on cue, Peter opened the door with a tired smile. His hair was damp and he was dressed in a shirt much too large for him and plaid sweatpants. He smelled of cheap bar soap and mint toothpaste. For a moment, all you could feel was him. It took all of your strength to push that thought to the back of your mind. There was a more important matter at hand, and that was figuring out what was bothering your friend.
He ushered you inside and you both awkwardly next to each other on his worn out couch. The broken leather pricked your legs every now and then through the old bedsheet Peter covered the couch with. All the confidence you mustered up throughout the day to confront him was lost now. You fiddled anxiously with the strings of a throw pillow, avoiding Peter’s gaze.
He broke the silence, “I’m sorry. I haven’t been myself recently but… what I did to you this week was wrong. Sorry. Again.” 
You sighed. This wasn’t easy at all. The words came out before you could think, “I know. I just wish you would tell me. I think I deserve to at least know why you’ve been acting this way.”
Your heart thrummed in both anticipation and fear. Peter, with his enhanced everything, could hear it. That’s when he took in the sight before him. You were so gorgeous; an angel on Earth in his eyes. You, so beautiful in ways he didn’t think was possible, sat in his living room because you were concerned. May’s words of wisdom echoed in his mind. She was right. What he had with Gwen was special, she was his first love, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t form something new. It took all this time to realize he wanted to build that with you. Your eyes told him everything you didn’t say out loud. You cared. You cared, you cared, you cared. He loved you.
Peter Parker loved you. He just had to figure out a way to say it.
He was sure he looked weird in that moment. You stared at him so intensely, trying to figure out the enigma that was his emotions. His hands found yours and the first thing you could think was how warm they were. He squeezed, as if trying to reassure himself that you were real and that this was happening.
“I lost someone. She… she was my girlfriend,” he began shakily, trying to find the right words to describe the massive lump of something in his chest. “Her name was Gwen. We met in high school. All these years, I’ve tried to hold on to her. You know, to keep her alive in some way. It wasn’t until recently that I realized that maybe I was doing more harm than good.”
There it was. It was all out in the open now, bits and pieces of his heart sprawled out across the floor as he waited for your reaction. Thousands of scenarios ran through his head, all of them ending in you leaving him alone. Each version of you in his mind reflected the guilt he bottled up for nearly a decade, screaming at him and cursing him for the things he’s done and the things he couldn’t do. Then he felt your arms wrap around him. He didn’t even realize he was already crying.
“Peter Parker, you are a good person. I might not know the full story, but if she loved you as much as you loved her, then I know for a fact that she would want you to be happy. You deserve that. She deserves that.” 
You prepared yourself for his protest; for him to rebut everything you just said. You hoped you said the right thing but nothing could’ve prepared you for what he said next.
“If you keep saying things like that, I’ll fall in love with you even more.”
It was so quiet, just a little above a hushed whisper that you could almost fool yourself into thinking he didn’t say it if it wasn’t for that fact that his hold on you got tighter. He must’ve seen the confusion on your face because he spoke again, “I hated myself for falling in love with you because I thought it was a disrespect to Gwen’s memory. I wish I couId say I didn’t see it coming. I always knew I would love you. I just didn’t want to see it.”
For a few moments, the two of you just stayed there, his confession lingering in the air you breathed. It might be a trick of the mind, but you knew it was sweet. Peter pulled away; too kind, too selfless, too afraid to consider the possibility that you might just feel the same.
“Peter—”
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to—” 
“Peter—” 
“—ruin everything we had, I just couldn’t—”
“Peter!”
He gulped, clearly not expecting you to stop him from rambling. In his mind, you deserved an apology. In yours, you deserved a chance to speak.
“Peter,” you spoke softly, trying to reassure him that you weren’t offended in any way. “Have you ever once considered that maybe I like you too?” 
Ever since he got bitten by that spider, Peter learned to tune out the stimuli in his environment. It used to bother him so much; hearing and smelling and feeling everything all at once got overwhelming. Now, when all his senses pointed back to you, he finds he doesn’t mind at all. In that moment, he was so sure he’d die a happy man if your face was the last thing he ever saw. It took him a while to respond to your own confession, too wrapped in all of you to think clearly.
He asked you if you were sure. You said yes. He asked you again. You kissed him. 
The feeling of your lips on his both grounded him and blew him away. Somewhere in between that make-out session, his hands found yours. He decided this felt right. Maybe Peter will never fully overcome his own insecurities, and there was a lot of them. He was worried he was too tired, too beaten-down for you… and that didn’t even begin to describe the fear he felt knowing that you would have to find out about Spider-Man at some point. Again, he was reminded of your friendship and your kindness. You had given it to him so freely. He just needed to take another leap of faith and learn to trust himself as much as you did.
When November came, Peter didn’t find the air so chilly anymore. Not with you around.
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reidslovely · 9 months
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I wanna know how frst Peter reacts to reader getting a preganancy scare! Like what's your version of him in it? Maybe a small blurb?
Stop because I've had this thought before and I've asked people about it but I've never been asked this. I think it would go something like this…
TW: mentions of pregnancy, and throwing up
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You were sitting nervously on the steps of Theta Tau, hands balled nervously in your lap.Eyes directed to the stone pavement in front of you, head shooting up at every pair of nike panda's that came into your sight. A few of the brothers offered you to come in and wait for Peter as they got back from classes, confused as to why you were sitting outside the door of the house like a vampire scared to cross into a church.
"Parker put your ass out already? I can kick his ass." Harry offered. You smiled back putting your hand up.
"All good Harry I just I need to catch Peter as fast as possible talk to him about this project thing."
You lie through your teeth and the bile is creeping up your throat again. You couldn't be pregnant..could you? You guys had been safe..most of the time. But nothing is fully effective, you both understood the risks you just...never thought it would happen to you.
"Okay well he was leaving Octavius' lab about fifteen minutes ago should be any moment now."
The pregnancy test in your bag screamed at you. Well the pregnancy tests..plural..three. "Thanks Harry."
"Yeah no worries see you tonight." He whispers, looking over his shoulder skeptically. "Wait Har..?"
"Yeah?"
Harry was Peter's best friend, he'd know how Peter would react and if you knew..it would make this all easier.
"What are you doing here bashful?"
The nickname sent goosebumps down your body, and not the kind that makes you excited to feel one's presences. The kind that makes you feel like a little kid standing in a mess they created afraid to move.
You turned to Peter a smile on your face. Greeting him with a hug and kiss, hands grabbing at his jacket. Noticing the immediate switch in demeanor his arms are around you in seconds...hands ripping out the earphones in his ear.
"Okay, it's okay. Your hearts beating so fast." He whispers. "I hear it, it's okay." He whispers, his face showing no change not wanting to alert Harry.
You two snuck past everyone, the only person alerted was Harry who didn't push any further than what he was invited into. Sneaking up to his room, he pushed a chair under the handle and sat you down quickly.
"What's wrong?"
"I'm pregnant."
You don't know why you said it like that.
Peter's jaw dropped slightly and color drained from his cheeks, you both thought he was on the verge of throwing up like you had all morning.
"You're sure?" Before you could get your words out he's spiraling out hands shaking and talking faster than normal. His mumbles falling out under his breath hands shaking as they held your knees.
"No I have tests in my bag, I wasn't ready..I couldn't take them alone."
Panic still laced every movement he made, his hands coming up to hold your face. "Okay..lets do it."
So he stood with you in the bathroom facing the door, wanting to give you some shred of privacy, his head leaning against the painted red wood of the door his life flashing before his eyes and you felt yours crumbling down as you dried your hands.
"It's okay, okay we can do this whatever the outcome is we can do this." You whisper holding his shoulders turning him to face you.
Peter nodded, his hands rubbing your shoulders. "Octavius just started paying me it's not a lot but I've got plenty saved up." He spoke in a shaky tone, the muscles in his neck tight but he looked at you with such loving eyes. He meant everything. "We could do this. Yeah, we could live here..or not" He says after seeing the way you hunch your body forward with a laugh. "the summer before my freshman year I turned the attic of my house with May into a little like apartment we could live there until we can afford something. And I find a way to work and provide for us." He flattened out your hair tucking it back.
"I can work Peter..I'd just be pregnant. I could still work at the office."
"No, I wouldn't have it." He jokes kissing your head. "You'll be so tired already, and I'd love nothing more than to come home and take care of my girls."
"You're girls..we don't even know if I am."
"Well I think either way we will have a girl. I'm a total girl dad, look at me."
You smiled and pushed your face into the soft fabric of his polo shirt, your tears absorbed into the fabric.
"I've got you..I'm not going anywhere. I love you so much bashful alright, you're my girl."
'You're my girl' was the best way to be described by Peter, it was like a status symbol. Parker's girl got all the attention, all the coolest parties, it was one that got you known pretty well around campus. Peter was gonna take care of you, and you felt so silly thinking anything else.
Peters hand rubbed circle around your lower back, his free hand rubbing against her stomach at all the what if's. He was nervous but he could do this, he'd always wanted to be a dad. This was a little earlier than expected but, he could do this. "If it makes you feel better I can only hear your heartbeat." He laughs
"It's to early to hear another one this early.."
"You never know. What are you gonna do if my radioactive jizz makes our baby come out with four legs and little fangs."
"Become a phenomenon I guess..all that news coverage would pay our little spiders way through college."
"Hey our little spider is gonna be legacy because of me. You're welcome." He laughed nuzzling your face to his. You smiled, rolling your eyes in response. The timer rang out through out the bathroom and you looked at him. "I can't do it..I can't look."
Peter nodded closing out the timer, and walking over to the sink. You felt a peace in knowing whatever it was gonna be you'd be fine and safe with Pete.
"Well.."
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hurtspideyparker · 1 month
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Peter idolized Mysterio extremely fast, because Beck knew exactly how to manipulate the kid.
He watched him, did his research. He knew who what Peter needed.
Tony Stark.
The entire world was asking Spider-Man if he was the new Tony Stark. Captain America, Black Widow, Iron Man, all gone. the Avengers had been ripped apart when they saved the world, and now civilians were scared. Who would protect them if things like that were out there? Spider-Man was the only one standing up and still fighting for his city, he was mentored by Iron Man. Surely he would step up.
Peter felt the pressure, the questions. Even Fury was trying to push him to be the next Tony, fulfill his duty as an Avenger.
But Beck stood up for him.
"He's not bored, he's just thinking about how you kidnapped him"
He understands Peter wants to enjoy time with his friends, with MJ.
"You're not a jerk for wanting a normal life kid"
Everyone else was adamant though.
"Stark chose you. He made you an Avenger. I need that, the world needs that. Maybe Stark was wrong."
Here Fury is telling him that not stepping up would be failing the world, failing Stark. Putting words into the mouth of Peter's dead mentor.
Everyone knows that Tony Stark is Peter's weak spot-
"Tony did a lot for me so, I owe it to him. To everybody"
But Beck is always a step ahead.
He sets himself up as the knight in shining arming, showing up right when the world needs him, after all the heroes had fought and died and disappeared. (Iron Man was the first superhero the world had seen since Captain America. Peter worshipped him since he was a little kid. He burst into Peter's life, gave him an incredible suit, and cleaned up his messes).
He lifts Peter up when he's down. "Don't ever apologize for being the smartest in the room" "a part of me wants me to tell you to turn around, run away from all this". (Tony was the only one smart enough to understand how smart Peter was, too. Told him to stay away from the big stuff and help the little guy. He followed Mr. Stark onto that spaceship after being told to go home over and over).
He becomes a mentor. "It's really nice to have someone to talk to about superhero stuff, y'know" Peter tells him. It's painfully reminiscent of being 15, blowing up the phone with texts and voicemails because Mr. Stark was the only one who knew his identity and knew what it was like to be a hero. The way he'd look at Tony with eager eyes every time they were face to face, just happy to be seen. He'd had to fight so hard for Tony to listen to him, and losing it was... harder than he realized.
So here Beck is, a better hero than Spider-Man, more supportive than Fury- and then he asks the perfect question:
"What do you want, Peter?"
He lets the kid imagine a better life, a life where he isn't the next Iron Man. He looks up at Beck and sees his escape, sees someone far more qualified. Not only would it be an out for Peter, but the world would simply be better off with Mysterio.
"the world needs the next Iron Man, it needs to be an adult with some experience, who's good like Tony Stark, like you"
Everyone made it so easy for Beck- they broke Peter's self-esteem down till he was certain he couldn't be the next Iron Man. Denied him at every turn a piece of a normal life, any balance. Everyone was so desperate for a hero that no one questioned when Beck strolled in, charmed everyone, and proved himself the only solution.
Peter is 16. He's a kid. He lost so many years already; with his parents, his uncle, with gaining super powers. He lost Tony, his support system. He's desperate for an adult to take this burden from him.
For the next Tony Stark.
So he takes Edith, the physical symbol of his responsibility, and hands it to the nearest capable adult.
I just wanted to be like you!
And I wanted you to be better.
Peter Parker is not Tony Stark.
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webslingingslasher · 1 month
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wait now that i think ab it. spidey would be an elite pizza delivery guy bc he could just swing everywhere
if peters dead parents money ever runs out, he should either pimp himself out to ethan or become a delivery guy <333 (peter would hate me so bad for even saying this jkskdksl)
so funny you say this! here's a wip i have from working at a pizza place w peter <3
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“I know you’re fucking me over and I won’t leave until you say it.” You blink, he’s in a red shirt, an employee. He’s upset, you’d imagine his eyebrows are furrowed but you couldn’t see them under the curls that rested on his forehead, his tone playful but serious. He’s awfully cute, he looks just a tad bit familiar, you assume you’ve seen him around campus once or twice, it seemed nearly the entire staff were students. 
You check for a name tag, it’s missing. 
“Parker, meet the new hire. New hire, meet Parker.” 
You wave shyly, “hi, Parker.” 
“Oh, I’m not-” 
Joe cuts him off, “Kid, take her to get some shirts, then you can come back in and we’ll talk about you missing shifts.” Parker narrows his eyes at his boss then back down, “alright,” he directs his attention towards you, “follow me, nooby.” With a final handshake to your new boss you follow him out the room, he takes you to the left and behind a stack of lockers laid uniform shirts and aprons. 
“I say take one for every shift you plan to work plus one, then you can let the laundry go for an extra day.” He winks at you. You smile and look for your size, stacking four shirts and tucking them under your arm. Before you can ask him where you know him from, his name is called. 
“Parker! Three on east side up, you got thirty!” 
The kid groans, and even though you don’t understand the dynamic yet, you still work there. That means you’re in the trenches with everyone here, he looks at you and complains. “See? I told you, fucking with me.” Parker rolls his eyes and races down the hall, and makes a pit stop at Joe’s office to point at him, “you’re fucking with me.” 
You can hear his laugh from where you were. A job was a job, and job’s suck, but this one seemed a little less sucky than normal.
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icannotpickanamewtf · 9 months
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The Day The Music Died (Part One)
(PART TWO)
Sooo...you meet spot and introduce your little world <33but you might know a little more than you are leading on? If you spoke up a little more...maybe others would know?
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You remember seeing a man dressed in dark blue and red with a large S on his chest soaring through the sky. 
He looked free. You thought absentmindedly as you walked through the busy New York crowds. 
Some nauseating feeling bubbled inside of your gut. You wished you could touch the clouds like he could. 
Maybe then you wouldn’t feel so trapped.
One foot after another, you made your way through a dark alley to stop in front of a quaint coffee shop. 
The rats scattered beneath your feet and garbage decorated the shadows. The brick was dusty from age and the sound of horns honking and people walking became white noise as you reached for the door knob to the shop.
“Collin’s Coffee.”
Best fucking gig you’ve got going right now. 
You wondered if that Spider-Guy worked a normal job like you did. 
The thought of seeing a man dressed in clad spandex taking orders made you let out a soft chuckle as you ducked into the comforting atmosphere of the shop.
It gave the radiance of a library in Hognorts with the walls dripping with mounts of knowledge and books. The actual walls themselves had a sharp red brick hidden behind the shelves and posters.
Plants grew from the ceiling and succulents were plotted on the ceramic countertop. 
You quickly removed your bag from your shoulders and placed it behind the counter while reaching for a navy apron. Rubbing your eyes harshly, you began to slowly wake up and soak in your surroundings. 
“Hey! How’s it going, kiddo?”
Mr. Parker. Collin Parker. The kind old man that ran the coffee shop semi-hopped to where you were meticulously placing pastries inside the display case. 
Most of the time, and in the most endearing way, he had more energy than a toddler. 
“Fine. You?” You weren’t the biggest fan of talking, but you would make an effort to check in with the old. They held a tiny soft spot in your heart. 
If you even had one.
“Good, good…just filling out some silly old paper-work. Don’t mind this old man.” Mr. Parker slowly hobbled his way back to his office, letting you finish adjusting the glass plates that presented little scones and croissants.
The front door slammed open as a clumsy pubescent boy stumbled through. 
“Sorry I’m a bit late! I swear I was just on my way but a guy decided to–“ 
Sigh. There goes that peaceful, delicious, quiet. 
“Ok.” You kept it short. Honestly, you couldn’t care less.
“–He was awwwwfulllll! Trust me, if you met a guy like him on the train you’d absolutely lose your mind.” 
You had already lost yours a while ago.
“K.” Your responses where getting impossibly shorter as a the kid rambled on as he found his way behind the counter. 
Peter Parker, estranged somehow related to Collin Parker. He had a good heart, but a huge fucking mouth for a fifteen-year old. His brown fluffy hair bounced as he waved his hands around  to accentuate the supposed “annoying man” he met on the train. 
Peter was a nerdy kid, and you appreciated the child-like joy (probably because he still was a child in your eyes) he carried but you would rather die than admit it. 
You saw him as a little, albeit annoying, brother. 
“You can stop now.” You prided yourself in your honesty, but always tried to tone it down to be a bit less brutal for Peter. 
“Oh–Oh okay, sorry–right, silence.”
He wasn’t going to be quiet for long, but that was okay, you knew how to just–push it away. 
 Anywho…what’s going on? Do you want me to man the counter today? I don’t know if I’m really up for it…you know how much it makes me anxious. I would! I really would but…ya’know. I just get all shaky and–“
Buzzing echoed in your ear as his endless chatter filled the café’s walls. 
“Go in the back. Do restock and phone orders.” Like he always did. 
Peter let out a breath in relief, his shoulders noticeably loosened.
As he awkwardly made his way to the back, almost slipping on the white tile that covered where you and him were standing behind the counter.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you! I won’t disappoint you! Trust me, I’ve gotten reallllyyy good at using the new toaster that I think I am a toasting god!–”
You don’t really care, but you let a tiny chuckle leave your chapped lips before you turned to face the front again. You didn’t have enough energy to really play it off with a smile, but it’s the effort that counts right? 
“Mk. Bye.” 
Peter quickly ducked into the back while slipping in his ear buds to get ready for a comforting day at work. When you started working here, you noticed how he looked up to you. Thinking you were…”cool.” 
It made you gag when you thought about it too much. 
The bell chimed and the first customer of the day came on in. 
“Welcome.” Your voice just barely tipped the ‘annoyed and exhausted but had to make some cash’ tone. 
You looked up at the strange figure that just entered. 
Ok…are you fucking kidding me?
His huge trench coat covered his shoulders as he stumbled in, not too unfamiliar as to Peter’s entrance. 
What made your eyes blink a little more than usual was the stark white skin that stretched over him head to toe. Dark little holes scattered his body and a pair of big sunglasses covered the top half of his face. 
Was that a fedora?
You just swiveled to make your own coffee. A plain, black, hot coffee. Free of charge, and one of the best things to come out of this job. 
Just as you were sliding on the sleeve, you quietly shuffled behind the counter as he coughed behind you. You were almost ignoring the weird customer as a whole. 
To be honest, you just couldn’t bring yourself to care.  
You couldn’t bring yourself to care about most things anymore.
Was that bad? 
Eh. Whatever.
You just busied yourself with minimal tasks like rearranging the pastries in the display or picking at the scabs that littered your fingers. 
The customer coughed again. 
“Do you have asthma? Want me to get you an inhaler?” 
Whoops. That might’ve come out a little to sarcastic. You were genuinely worried, ok? 
Maybe not that worried, but still. You didn’t mean it to come out like that. 
“No! I–I do not…Give me the cash in the register, now please!” 
Ohhhhh.
You were being robbed!
Wait. 
You were being robbed.
“Nah.” Your responses were curt and short as you took short sips from your coffee. 
You needed some caffeine ASAP. 
“Wha–?! There isn’t a ’No’ in this! Give me the cash, now! Please!” The weirdo came up to the counter and this time you noticed how fucking huge this guy was. 
He was probably 7 foot. 
Did he seriously say please? At least he had manners.
“No.” You shrugged and casually went back to what you were doing, but before you could turn fully and brush him aside, a pale white hand launched out and flipped you back. 
”Look at me.” Static rippled in his voice. 
Maybe–just maybe-you wanted to fuck with this guy a little by actively widening your eyelids so you could showcase how you were looking in every other direction except his. 
“Just–Just give me the cash. Or else I’ll…I’ll shoot!” He showed off his other hand as it pointed at you through his pocket. 
If you were dumb maybe you’d have believed him. 
If you didn’t have a certain…experience with guns maybe you’d have believed him. 
“What kinda gun is that?” 
You were starting to get a little impatient with this banter. What if Mr. Parker came out and the poor man went into cardiac arrest? What if Peter stopped listening to his shit music and did his job and saw you fighting with this guy? 
“It’s a pistol.” 
That was definitely not a fucking pistol. 
“No, it’s not.” You shook your head and ran your fingers through your hair. 
“How would you know, huh? What if it is?” Was he trying to be smug? 
“The closest thing that your abnormally large fingers look like would be a fucking Longslide Glock 17 with maybe 3 out of the 17 rounds loaded with your kinda confidence. Gotta say, it is lightweight, sturdy, good for beginners...” 
You were good at talking guns. 
Real fucking good at talking guns. 
It was probably the most you’ve said all day. 
The ghostly white ‘robber’ looked shocked, if you could tell by the way his shoulders recoiled. 
Stepping back he bashfully turned away. 
“I just need some cash, okay? That’s all…please. I’m really not good at this whole supervillain thing.” 
A little gun talk was all it took to break this guy? 
Oh well, it was fun while it lasted. 
You heard the front door bell chime and it broke you out of your thoughts.
“Nah. Maybe some other time. Bye.” 
You waved a little before setting your already cold coffee on the counter to prep yourself to take an <em> actual</em> order. 
“Do you even take me seriously! I am The Spot! I literally–I can travel through-- portals!” 
Unsurprisingly, you kinda got bored of this whole ‘supervillain charade.’ 
“Ok. Bye.” You shrugged him off to turn your attention to the new customer, locking eyes with them and insinuating for them to come up to the front. 
“What?!–I’ll show you! I’ll show all of you!” He angrily threw a–
was that one of his weird spot things?
Anyway, he threw a spot into an empty space in the shop and walked through it. 
Finally. You sighed as you took the customers order. 
….
And that, even if you didn’t know it at the time, was the end of your little world as you fucking knew it. 
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acersthings · 10 months
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Heartless
Miguel O'Hara x Spider!Woman Reader
Summary: An ex comes running back in need of help. But, old memories still haunt you.
Warnings: Angst, swearing, Miguel is a whole warning himself, death, grief, kinda short (may be a part two??)
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Three years ago, you would've said yes to anything he asked you. Three years ago, you would've done anything for him. Three years ago, you would've disrupted any canon event just to be with him.
But now, you could give two flying fucks.
"All I am asking is for you to stop and think about what this could do and how it can affect us," Miguel pleaded, running his hands through his hair in frustration.
It had been a quiet night on your Earth, allowing you to swing around the city with no danger or worry. One night to yourself. That was until Miguel's cat claws ripped a breach right behind you.
"I stopped thinking about us a long time ago, Miguel," you scoffed, perching on a water tower that overviewed the whole city. "I can't help you."
"Why not?"
"You know why."
Miguel wasn't one to give up but right now, he was feeling hopeless. He knew arguing with you was not a fun path to take.
"Y/n, if not for me, do it for Peter."
You flinched hearing the name you swore to never bring up again. Especially out of his mouth. Your body grew tense at the sound of those two syllables. You've learned that one word could do so much damage to a person.
You jumped off the tower and stood face to face with Miguel. Well, more of face-to-chest. You watched as he straightened his back and followed your every step with his half-lidded stare.
"Don't ever say his name again, asshole. Now, I don't know if the message isn't getting through that thick head of yours, but I am not helping you. Go find another Spider," you pointed at him. You hadn't been this close to him since that night. You didn't like it.
"You are the only one I want, Y/n. Your powers and strength are exactly what I need to stop this anomaly. Whether you like it or not, you are my only hope," he placed his hands on his waist, shaking his head in despair.
"Yeah, well guess what, Miguel?" You flicked out your wrist to get ready to swing away to the nearest building. He interrupted you by applying a good amount of pressure to your wrist, but not enough to leave bruising.
He grasped your wrist and pulled you closer to him. So close that you could sense his heart beating twice the normal pace.
"You're the only one I need."
His talon trailed up to the edge of your mask, lifting it up ever so slightly. Your breath hitched as felt his talon curve up your neck. As much as you hated to admit it, you missed his touch. His touch made you become the person you were years ago. It gave you hope.
You stopped him before he could take off the mask, denying the feelings, and used your watch to open a breach behind him.
"Leave, Miguel. That's your last warning."
Miguel dropped his head in defeat and began walking towards the breach. Before he left, he turned his head ever so slightly.
"I know you blame me for what happened to Peter. But, please try to look past that and remember that I know what happens when you try to mess with fate. I didn't want that happening to you. I'm sorry, Y/n."
He disappeared and left you with the everlasting memory you've always wanted to burn.
Three Years Ago, Earth Y/E/N, Christmas Eve
You always loved Christmas time. The food, the weather, the holiday, the movies, the people. This Christmas was spent swinging around the city with your boyfriend, Miguel, and your brother, Peter Parker.
The three of you ended up on the rooftop of your old apartment, laughing at old stories of you and your brother as kids.
"I love this time with you guys," Peter confessed, smiling at his best friends.
"Don't get too emotional on us now, we still have to watch 'It's A Wonderful Life' and we all know you start crying like a baby," you patted his shoulder and laughed.
"That is not true! Miguel, back me up here," Peter laughed, looking over at a dissociated Miguel.
"Miguel? Love?" You rested a hand on his arm as he focused back on reality.
"Oh, yeah, cariño. Mhm."
You knew something was up. He was never like this, only when thinking about Gabriella. You and Peter shared a knowing look and shrugged, knowing not to bother Miguel when he was in deep thought.
The three of you sat on the roof in comfortable silence until a boom was heard down the street.
"Time to do our jobs," Peter sighed, pulling down his mask.
You followed, pulling down your mask. Peter took off while you were stopped by a harsh grip on your waist.
"Miguel? We have to go, Peter already left." You tried shaking out of his grip on your waist, but you had no luck. His talons were digging dip into your sides.
"I think Peter has this one covered," his tone was sad. Depressed, even.
"Okay, what is the matter? You've been in a different world ever since I woke up this morning. Can we please go help Peter and then we can talk?" You begged, placing a comforting hand on Miguel's cheek.
"No, Y/n, please. You need to listen to me."
"No, Miguel. You listen to me. We go help Peter and then we can talk about whatever is on your mind. I promise," you planted a kiss on his pouted lips.
Miguel's pleading eyes finally fell as he nodded slowly. "Okay."
You swung off not realizing Miguel stayed where he stood. Miguel murmured silent Spanish curses as he looked down at his watch.
CANON EVENT DETECTED
CANON EVENT APPROACHING
"Mac! My man, how has the Raft been treating you?" You greeted, landing next to Peter at the sight of the bombing. Peter smiled at you as he taught you most of his one-liners. He was proud to be your brother.
The green arachnid-suited man grinned evilly as he turned around and saw you two.
"Ah, the Spiders who finally got caught in their own webs."
As if on cue, Peter and your's spider sense started going off like no other. It wasn't until you heard a mechanical laugh in the distance. Peter jumped out of the way and so did you.
The Goblin flew past you, making sure to make his dramatic entrance.
"Wow, now this is a Christmas dinner," Peter remarked, "The Goblin and the Scorpion, is there a return receipt for this gift?"
Peter nudged you with his shoulder and whispered, "Like always, Spider-Sis?"
You smiled under your mask, "Like always."
The two of you shared a look and went after the according enemy. Goblin vs Peter. You vs Scorpion.
"Come on, Mac. Had to ruin Christmas for me?" You webbed his poisoned tail to the back of his suit, making him go around in circles.
"Oh trust me," he grabbed one of the webs and pulled you close, "it is about to get a lot worse."
You shook off his threat and began fighting him like you always did. Avoid his poison and then you'll be good.
You had finally knocked him and webbed him up until you realized Peter was still fighting the Goblin. You ran over and webbed onto the Goblin's back, distracting him from Peter. You began throwing all your might into your punches.
The Goblin laughed and shoved you off, pinning your body behind debris that was horribly heavy.
"You are going to want to watch this," the Goblin sneered at you and went to fight Peter again. Before doing so, he made sure to break your web slingers.
You were confused by what he meant so you tried getting out from under the debris. You struggled until you saw Miguel jump into the building. You motioned for him to come down and help you but he wouldn't.
He shook his head at you slowly.
You looked over to Peter, seeing him slowly lose his battle. The Goblin was beating him up badly. You looked up to Miguel.
"Help him!" You screamed.
Miguel looked away.
"Miguel!"
Nothing.
You looked back at Peter. You felt hopeless. His mask had been ripped in half, there were slash marks on his chest, and he had been slowly losing effort.
Looking up at Miguel, you sobbed and screamed.
Nothing.
All of a sudden, everything stopped. The world moved in slow motion. All the air got sucked out of you.
The Goblin had stabbed Peter with the glider.
No.
No. No.
No. No. NO.
It was all a blur. You don't remember how you got out of the debris but you did. You knew you were running but it felt slow. Your breathing and heartbeat were the most prominent sounds.
Before you could get close to the murderer, Miguel stopped you by taking care of him. He ripped out his talons and fangs. He got rid of the Goblin. Like he should've done ten minutes earlier.
"Peter." You sobbed, falling to your knees next to his lifeless body.
You ripped off your mask and threw it to the side. You didn't care. You were completely numb. The last thing you cared about was someone seeing who you were.
"No. No. No. Pete, this isn't funny. You can wake up now," you placed your hand on his cold and pale face. Your other hand went down to his stab wounds, covering your hand with blood.
Your body took control and screamed for you. A scream of agony. Pain. Grief. Betrayal. Anger.
You felt a hand on your shoulder and instantly shot up, "D-Don't you fucking touch me!"
Miguel stood back and watched as you stared at him with dead eyes.
"Y/n, I-"
"Why didn't you do anything, you bastard? You stood there and fucking watched my brother and your best friend get killed! Why?"
Miguel took a step towards you and tried to reach for you. You took a step back, contradicting his move.
"Why?!" You gritted through your teeth.
Miguel wanted to comfort you and tell you everything but he couldn't. He watched as tears traveled down your cheeks. He saw so many emotions swirling in your eyes. He saw Peter's blood on your hands when it really was on his hands.
"I can't tell you."
You felt your heart shatter even more when you heard his words. Your chest began heaving as your breathing grew rapidly.
"I fucking hate you."
Miguel's whole body broke down when you said those words.
"No, please, I-"
"You either tell me why my brother is dead or I'm gone. You will never see me again."
Miguel sighed as his eyes became blurred with tears.
"It was a canon event." He whispered, looking down ashamed.
"What?" You spoke, not hearing what he said clearly.
"It was a canon event," Miguel snapped, his voice breaking as tears began to flow, "It was supposed to happen and it can't be changed, okay? How do you think I feel when I realized I couldn't do anything to save him? Just like I couldn't save Gabriella! I tried changing it and it didn't work."
He didn't realize how close he had gotten to you. He could finally see the damage he had done. The color had been drained from your face. Your eyes didn't shine anymore. Your love for him was gone. And the way you were looking at him, it scared him.
You looked up at him with pure hatred in your eyes.
"How long have you known? And don't you dare lie to me."
Your clenched fist twitched in anticipation as you waited to hear the answer that would change everything you knew about Miguel.
It would change how you viewed Miguel.
"I've known since the day I met the two of you."
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lexxierave · 1 month
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When Fate Intervenes- tasm! Peter Parker x Reader Part 9
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The night air was chillier than normal and you instantly regretted not grabbing a heavier jacket when you left your apartment but you were so excited from turning in your paper that you didn't initially feel the cold winds sweeping past you.
You thought maybe it would be best to grab a coffee at a little cafe and maybe just call it quits early, you could always go out tomorrow night when you have the forethought to look up the weather or at the very least dress warmer for the night. 
As the door jingles above your head the person in the middle of the line turns and you realize it's Peter.
"Parker?" You questioned him in disbelief.
What were the odds he would be at the coffee shop you always go to in between studying. It wasn't too far from your apartment but far enough that you got a decent study break in on the walk there and back.
"Hey y/n" Peter waved slightly before readjusting his glasses and the warmth in you started to come back.
Yep that's Peter, his skateboard was tucked in his backpack and slug over his one shoulder easily.
Today's Peter seemed to be wearing a comfy looking hoodie layered over what looked like a long sleeve shirt, to keep himself warm while he skated around who knows where. 
Peter seemed almost different from earlier though. Almost like he was the Peter from when you first encountered him, awkward and shy. Not the smart and nerdy guy you started to know. He acted like you were strangers again, not budding friends.
Sure he greeted you but that was all he did as he turned back around in the line as it started to move again.
At that thought the warmth that was inside you died down quickly.
You must have crossed a line earlier like you worried about. You needed to apologize for that.
That distance between him and you in the line wasn't that great so you weighed your options and decided to just wait until you both were waiting for your drinks to talk to him. It would give you the chance to think of how you were going to apologize to him.
It wasn’t long until it was your turn to order, you turned to the barista ready to rattle off you order when you realized you knew the person
“Joey?” You questioned not quite sure if you knew his name correctly or not.
“Close it’s Johnny” He corrected you giving you a small smile.
You had seen him around campus and maybe in one of your classes if you remembered correctly and while he seemed like a nice guy there was something about him that just didn’t stick with you. You just couldn’t put your finger on it but it seemed like from what you had seen he tried too hard to be liked.
“Right. Sorry about that. Johny. Umm..how have you been?” You questioned trying to break the awkward tension that seemed to have appeared between the two of you.
“Not too bad. How about yourself?” He asked, pretending to clean the counter.
“I’ve been doing good.” You replied, glancing over to see if Peter’s name had been called but thankfully it hadn’t.
“I..uh…heard you’ve been working closely with that Parker kid.” Johny stated, causing you to snap your attention back to him.
“Oh? What about it?” You asked defensively.
You knew that people talked harshly about Peter before you worked with him. The name Park traveled throughout the school like some kind of a new slang term to put someone down.
Things like “You're such a Parker.” or “Don’t be a Parker”. While you had no idea what it meant at the time you paid it no mind.
However, once you actually met the boy and got to know him the terms took a new meaning to you and you found yourself sticking up for Peter behind his back.
“Nothing. Just curious how you’re handling it. You know what they say about him at school.” He tried to remind you. “It must be difficult to be near that kind of kid for even a short amount of time.”
You thought about how when you first started working with Peter you didn’t really want to spend that much time with him either but not because of what they said at school but because you just didn’t want to deal with someone else. But now? Now that you got to get closer to Peter, there’s something about him that draws you in and makes you want to spend your free time with him. It didn’t matter what you did, you just wanted his presence.
So the thought of how others still thought of him and talked about him without knowing him got your blood boiling and you felt its heat rising to your head.
“Well not everything you hear is fact. Now if you’d please I’d like to order.” You snapped at him.
“Oh…yeah. Sure. Didn’t mean to upset you. What can I get you?” He asked, the shock from your response clearly written on his face.
You ordered and turned to find Peter was gone. The pout on your face was evident as you moved out of the way and waited for your own drink alone. 
You had a lot playing through your mind as you stood there that you didn’t realize what was happening outside the coffee shop.
Part 10
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trash-king18 · 10 months
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M pt. 3
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notes: no smut in these next few ones, there’s a build up loves but i promise more will come
cw: drinking, being drunk, overprotective miguel, soft miguel, arguing as always
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it had been a few weeks since you’d talked to him. he was away on mission after mission. and he had to use an emergency injection on one so he didn’t need an infusion. the shots were highly concentrated and mainly to help him come down off of kill highs on high stakes missions. the more concentrated solution usually stayed in his system for up to month. they also caused some nasty side effects you were still trying to work out. 
you only knew he had used one from Lyla, since Miguel evidently refused to allow himself a single second of free time. He hadn’t even stepped foot in this dimension in days. Even though he knew he was supposed to let you do an evaluation and monitor symptoms after the shots. 
Peter B, Spider woman and Hobie had returned from their last mission and had all elected to go out for a drink, the other kids were there too but they were all underage. As much as they complained, you never let them come with. “go out” was sort of a loose term here there wasn’t a bar in HQ the only alcohol was whatever spiders smuggled in from other earths. But occasionally you guys liked to pop over to the closest universe and play music loud and have a couple drinks, play pool. just pretend to be normal. Spider woman was designated portal operator, of course, with a baby on the way. 
But this time you had more on your mind than normal. The anniversary of the incident was coming up and the situation with Miguel was increasingly frustrating. So this time, you may have gotten a bit drunker than normal. Hobie had left early to go help the other kids with babysitting Mayday. A few hours later when the three of you went back to HQ, they had to essentially carry you. You were giddy and off balance so you didn’t notice why they had stopped walking. a voice booms from up ahead. 
“you three, my office. now.”
shit
Peter helped sit you down in a chair once you got there, and you slumped over. 
“WHAT were you thinking”
Spider woman speaks first “alright o’hara you can scold the others like children if you want but we’re adults making adult decisions so talk to us as such” 
Peter props himself on her shoulder for support and offers up a slurred “yea” 
“If you want to get drunk that’s your prerogative, but i expect you do that in your own universe when you are ~off~ duty” 
Peter “cmon man you’re no fun”
“you— no nothing from you” 
all that gains him is a raspberry blown in his face. 
you’re still slumped over in your chair just listening to them argue. 
He walks up to Spider Woman 
“now him? i expect this from him” 
“hey man” 
they both turn to him in unison “shut up peter” 
“but you?” 
“we’ve done this plenty of times before and you’ve never seemed to have a problem” 
“but never with her.” 
“she comes all the time” 
“that’s not the point” 
“so what is” 
“so? you let her get drunk. you took her to an unknown universe, and let her get drunk in an un secured environment. she’s not like us, she could’ve gotten hurt! or worse!” 
“she’s an adult, she can handle herself” 
“not when she’s like this” 
“we were with her” 
“you’re pregnant and he’s..” he looks at peter before pinching the bridge of his nose before turning away 
“that’s never stopped me from handling anything before.” 
“but it was a risk you shouldn’t have taken, now get out and take ~him~ with you.” 
“what about her” 
“i’ll take care of it. out” 
she scowls at him but just turns muttering curses under her breath. “cmon parker let’s get you home to mj and may” 
“mayday!” is all you hear before she pulls him out the door. 
now it’s just you and Miguel in his office. he looks up at the ceiling and says something in spanish before turning back to you. 
he approaches your chair 
“y/n.. y/n hey are you alright” 
“now you care?” you slur as you swat his hand from your face 
he mutters 
siempre un placer 
always a pleasure 
before you can protest he picks you up and puts you over his shoulder. gently though, so he doesn’t risk you getting sick just in case. 
you protest, throwing curses at him in spanish. there’s few spider people left but the ones that are still milling about turn to watch this scene. he scowls at them and they immediately turn back to what they were doing. you curse and try to squirm your way out of his arms the whole way back to your apartment. it’s a code lock, like most rooms in that universe, but when he asks you for it you refuse. so he calls lyla up and has her give it to him. he opens the door and sets you down gingerly on the couch. 
you just lay back and groan trying to stop your head from spinning. being thrown over his shoulder didn’t necessarily help the dizziness. he walks away and you can hear him moving around. normally you’d yell at him for invading your space but you were too tired and too drunk. he was gone for a while and you called out for him but there was no answer. you tried to get up and stumbled over your own feet but before you could fall you felt a strong arm brace you. 
“can’t leave you alone for a minute”
“you left for three weeks just fine.”
it was a low blow, but you were drunk and cranky and you didn’t care. he didn’t say anything just lead you towards the bathroom. 
“i’m not sick it’s fine i just want to go to—“
but you’re cut short as he opens the door and you see he’s drawn a bath. 
“can you uhm.. do you need help with..”
“i can undress myself o’hara just get out” 
he frowns at you, he almost pouts, it’s cute 
but you’re mad at him. 
you climb in and sink into the tub and audibly moan at how good the warm water feels. you lay your head on the side and drink the water bottle he had put in there for you and try to sober up. 
you must have fallen asleep because when you open your eyes you feel better and the water is barely hot. you can hear clambering sounds outside the bathroom coming from the kitchen. 
you pull yourself out of the tub, you’re still a little unsteady on your feet but it’s much better than before. you open the door to find him in your kitchen cooking something that smells absolutely amazing. your stomach growls but you don’t say anything. he glances over but looks away when he sees you in your robe. 
“there’s clothes on your bed” 
“oh sure just let yourself into my room, and root through my drawers. i can pick out my own clothes” 
he ignores you and just keeps cooking. you fully intend to ignore the clothes he laid out but when you open your door you see that he pulled out your spider man hoodie. you curse silently as you throw it on. 
you come back out of the room and when he sees you wearing it he has a little victorious smirk on his face. 
you grumble something about him being an insufferable prick but that’s soon forgotten when he places a plate of tacos in front of you. 
you just look at him. 
“i didn’t even have tortillas how-“
“i made them”
“of course you did”
“eat, you need food”
“i know how to handle being drunk o’hara”
he just shakes his head at you 
“just eat will you?”
you don’t want to just to spite him.. but they look so good and you’re so hungry so you do. 
and he was right, you feel 10 times better after. 
you sit drinking more water as he cleans the dishes 
“why are you doing this”
“doing what”
“this.. everything, taking care of me”
“you’re my employee, it’s my responsibility as your boss-“
“oh cut the crap as my boss you give me a stern talking to and tell me to take a day off. not whatever this is”
“then it’s a favor in return for all the work you’ve done”
“that’s what you pay me for”
“what would you like me to say”
“the truth” you say slightly mocking him from that night
“ay eres tan— look i’m just trying to look out for you can i not do that”
you are so—
“if you can’t be honest about it? no.”
you get up
“i’m going to bed, lock the door on your way out”
“no thank you?”
“whatever, thank you, good night.”
you go into your room and shut the door behind you. you go to grab your heating pad from the top of the book shelf but you’re short.. and still drunk and you stumble and cause a few things to tumble from the shelf and you to fall over. 
“damn it”
“y/n? estas bien?
you good,you okay
“fine just dropped something i told you to leave” 
you don’t hear anything else so you assume he left until you hear your bedroom door click open slightly. 
“y/n?” 
he sees you on the floor and pushes the door open and comes to your side. but you push him away and get up on your own
“i’m. fine.”
“you fell.”
“really i hadn’t noticed” 
you turn around and start to walk to the bed but he steps after you capturing the front of your waist from behind with his hand. 
you don’t deny that his touch lights your skin on fire but you’re pissed at him. you know he’s emotionally stunted but that doesn’t mean he gets to not talk to you for weeks after what happened. 
you turn around quickly, his hand now on your back, you don’t move it
“hell no. you don’t get to come in here playing my white knight after you ignored me for weeks AND ignored my medical advice. something could have gone wrong with the injection and i would have no way of knowing. you could have compromised your health and the team. now i can handle whatever commitment issues you have because i don’t expect anything from you but i do at least feel i am owed an explanation and at the very least enough professional respect to follow my directions when it comes to your health and safety.” 
he just stares down at you dumbfounded, before a look of guilt washes over his face. his shoulders slump slightly and he doesn’t even try to argue. 
“really? you’re not going to say anything?”
you push his hand off of you and turn your back to him again. 
he whispers softly 
“cariño..”
“no. no. do not.”
“cariño please dejame explicar”
let me explain 
“stop calling me that”
“why”
“because that word is supposed to mean something, i don’t want to hear it from you when you’re not capable of doing or even feeling the things that come with that word”
“i-“
you sigh feeling deflated as the anger drains from your body you face him again 
“just go o’hara, please”
he’s genuinely pouting now, he looks sorry and part of you wants to give him a chance to prove you wrong. but you can’t risk it. 
“y/n-“
“~o’hara~”
he sighs 
“i’m sorry.. why don’t you uhm.. take the day off tomorrow, curtesy of your boss or at least come in late”
you don’t answer 
“just.. see how you feel in the morning yeah?”
“yeah fine i’ll see”
he leaves without another word and you collapse into your bed yet despite how tired you are you don’t fall asleep for a while. 
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sonicslushie · 10 months
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Stars By The Pocketful~P.P.
A/N: Alrighttttt youins, anotha one. I caught up on my school work (summer classes so I don’t gotta cram 18 hours into my last semester of college lol) so here’s this. Starting part 2 od when the devil’s calling after I post this, so it’ll probs be uploaded sunday. Sorry for keeping yall waiting lol. Thinking about creating a playlist of the songs i use to write to, if youins want i’ll make it public and post it on here
Also pretend I mentioned the reader being homeschool bc I definitely didn’t. And it’s a fem reader btw.
playlist i write to, for u to read to
P.S. look up the meanings of the flowers mentioned in this i dare u
Summary: Man you really don’t like that Peter Parker kid. Or do you? 
Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader 
TW: underage drinking, crudeness, langauge.
Word Count: 4.8k
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Peter Parker. 
Oh how you hated that guy. 
It was always Peter Parker this, Peter Parker that. Oh he’s such a sweet boy, really smart too. Did you know he was bit by a radioactive spider? Now he’s SPIDERMAN!!! Newest Avenger and don’t forget it- he’s also Tony Stark’s media proclaim prodigue! God it sucked. 
The media didn’t even know about you, Tony Stark’s only kid. Nobody talked about how you were so smart, with an IQ of 137. Nobody talked about how you have been the mastermind of most of Tony’s greatest ideas, like FRIDAY. FRIDAY was your creation, but did anyone remember that? Nope. And hell, you were sweet… Sometimes. When you wanted to be. But recently, that wasn’t often. Because most of your time was spent mentoring Tony’s “prodigue” and making sure he wasn’t doing anything stupid because Happy couldn’t take the constant texts and calls from him- not that you could handle it much better. 
Just yesterday Peter had called you to tell you he saved a cat from a tree. All you could say was “good for you” then you hung up on him and continued your Twilight marathon. 
Life was so much better when that kid wasn’t around. You had peace and quiet- well as much peace and quiet you could get in the Stark Tower. Sure there was the constant bustling around of various Avengers and SHIELD members, but they mostly let you do your own thing. You had to attend nightly dinners with your father and the rest of the Avengers that stayed in the tower and the weekly movie nights, other than that, you were free as a bird. But now you were picking Peter up from school, overseeing his patrols in case anything got out of hand, and of course you handled all correspondence between him and your father. ​​
The texts were the worst part. 
Sometimes it felt like Peter was just texting you to text you. Maybe he was bored and didn’t have any friends, you didn’t really know. Or care, for that matter. He would text you every morning with some variation of “good morning” with a BUNCH of emojis. Not even normal ones like the regular smiley or even the sun one, he typically used the jackolantern, the robot one, and the anatomical heart (yes the actual HEART not the little colored hearts). If he was feeling real weird that day he would use ALL of the star-like emojis, including the planet ones. All of which, you never responded to. Nor did you respond to the various questions he would send you, mind you they weren’t ever Avenger or Spiderman related. One time he asked you if you believed in people having auras, and if you did what color did you think his would be. (You didn’t answer him, but you did think about it. You decided his would be green.)
But the thing you hated most about Peter was that he wasn’t hate-able. He was genuinely kind, sweet, and really really smart. He made you laugh with those stupid questions he would send you and he challenged your thinking, and that’s what you hated most. Most people barely stimulated your brain, but Peter? He made you think. He made you think hard. He made you question everything you knew and felt, and it was weird. He was weird. You wanted so badly to hate him with all of your soul but you just couldn’t find it in you. Those good morning texts, the nightly calls to update you on patrol, the silence when you two are working in the lab together- it was all something you enjoyed. He didn’t annoy you- no you enjoyed his company the most. If you were being honest, all the “peace and quiet” you got before he was around was really just loneliness. He filled that loneliness simply by being Peter. 
The only thing you truly hated was all the attention he got from everyone, especially your dad. Tony Stark loves his daughter, there’s no lie in that, but sometimes it felt like he loved Peter more. For one he publicly shows his affection for Peter, but you understand why he can’t let the public know you’re his daughter. Stupid safety hazards and all with the copious amounts of super villains and bad guys that would want to use you to get to him. For two, he spends a lot of time with Peter, even if it’s not Avenger or superhero related. Just going out for burgers or hanging out in the lab building random stuff that you’ve always wanted to build with your dad. (There was this rocket that you had designed, and you dad promised to make it with you. He did it with Peter.) It just seemed like your dad preferred Peter. And that’s what hurt the most. So you deflected that anger onto Peter, unfortunately for him. 
Most days you would just be short with him, ignoring his texts, telling him to suck an egg or something. Sometimes you didn’t even speak to him at all, just some grunts in his general direction. If you had to make appearances, you would pretend to be an intern alongside Peter and spend your time sulking in a corner, maybe sneak a drink or two from the open bars and scarf down any dessert in sight.
But today you and the rest of the Avengers were informed that there was to be a gala. For what? You didn’t know, you tuned out after your dad said that everyone was to attend and look pretty. A gala? A night of dancing and eating and possibly drinking if the venue was big enough to hide from your dad. Seemed fun enough, until your dad said something directly to you. 
“Y/n, I would like you to be Peter’s date for the gala.” He said, very out of the blue to you. He had mentioned nothing about dates before, or at least you had thought so. (To be fair, you weren’t really listening, just imagining what food they would have.) 
“What- why?” You asked, perking up at the turn of conversation. 
“Because you two will be the youngest people there and I’m not trying to have a bunch of old men try to dance with my daughter. No arguments, I’ll even buy you drinks so you don’t have to sneak them.” He says, smirking at how the last part catches you off guard. You thought you had been being sneaky, but clearly drunk you got a little sloppy. 
“Why couldn’t I be Bucky’s date, I mean he’s got a vibranium arm for god's sake.” You say, sighing as you lean back on the couch. Fortunately for you, Peter wasn’t there to get all excited about the gala, he was at home with his aunt May, probably sleeping for school tomorrow. He would be almost jumping out of his seat at the thought of being invited to a gala. 
“I second that.” Bucky says, sipping from his drink, you wink at him but your dad snaps his fingers at the both of you. 
“No. I don’t have to worry about Spiderboy being a perv, old man. We go tomorrow at 6, be ready you hoodlums.” Tony says, going back to picking a movie. You zone back out, freaking out about being Peter’s date. Obviously you were gonna have to be the one to tell him, you handle giving Avenger information to him. And this just so happened to be Avenger info, even if it was just a glorified dance. 
You decided to go ahead and get it out of the way, you shot him a text, hoping he would be asleep.
Yo we’re going to a gala tomorrow. You’re my date. Avenger thing. 
Not even a minute later he responded. 
UR ASKING ME TO BE YOUR DATE?????
Fuck. 
No, dad demanded it. Literally demanded it. 
A minute goes by, you see the typing bubbles. You also feel bubbles in your stomach, as much as it pains you to admit. 
Oh, well I’m honored to be ur date either way&lt;3
Okaaaay that was enough Peter for one night. Now if you could handle a few hours of him tomorrow night. 
Tomorrow came a little too quickly for your liking. You had to go shopping for a nice dress with Natasha during the day while Peter was at school. You found a beautiful lavender dress, it clung to your figure and showed off your back in a way that made you feel pretty delicious. Natasha was the one to pick it actually, she was pretty keen to fashion and what looked nice on you. Way to go, Nat. 
You were also in charge of getting Peter’s tux, luckily you had his measurements from his suit that your dad made him, so you were able to find something that would fit him nicely and kinda sorta match you to appease your father. If you were being completely honest, you were excited to see Peter in it. He typically wore jeans and a baggy t-shirt, those did nothing for his body- no like the Spiderman suit. For someone you pretended to dislike, you had to admit, he had a nice ass. The tux was definitely going to do wonders for him- not that you would tell him that. 
After everything was done in preparation for the gala, you picked Peter up from school, who practically JUMPED into the car. 
“Y/n you are never going to believe what happened today at school- oh my gosh and the gala ,what am I gonna wear- are you excited- you don’t look excited- oh is that a bagel-” 
You shoved the bagel into his mouth to get him to shut up. 
Luckily it didn’t choke him, though in that moment you would have been okay with that happening. 
“Dude chill, I got your tux. What happened at school today?” You asked, slowly pulling the bagel out of his mouth. Peter delves into his day at school, talking about how this guy Flash (a guy you truly hated for how rude he was to Peter) slipped on a banana peel like something out of a cartoon. You actually laughed at that, like a genuine laugh. 
It was the first time Peter had heard you actually laugh at something he said. He was mesmerized by the sound of it, a warm laugh from your chest. It was unlike anything he had ever heard before, especially since it came from you. Peter was aware of how you acted towards him, I mean how couldn’t he be? The other day you threw a fork at him for just entering the room while you were dancing (or just shaking ass) to Taylor Swift. He knew he was trying a little too hard to be your friend, but he wanted to be your friend. And he might have had a little crush on you. How could he not though? You were beautiful, brilliant, and you were kind. Not outright, but it was the little things you did, like bringing him a bagel everyday when you picked him up for school, playing a playlist he sent you when you thought nobody was around, hell even going and picking up a tux for him for this gala. He knew you were sweet, he just had to crack that wall you had up. 
And that laugh felt like a crack in the foundation of that wall, and he was going to bring it tumbling down tonight. 
After a 20 minute drive to the Stark Tower and hearing all about Peter’s day and how excited he was for the gala, you two parted ways to get ready for the gala. At least you were going to get ready for the gala, Peter was going to go bother Happy into helping him figure out what your favorite flowers were, unbeknownst to you. 
Time flew by and before you knew it FRIDAY was requesting that all the Avengers met in the lobby of the tower to be shuttled off to the gala. You were dressed up to the nines, praying you wouldn’t fall over in the heels Natasha lent you. Dear god, why were they so TALL?? If Nat wasn’t a world renowned assassin, you would wallop her in the head for making you wear these monstrosities she called “shoes”. There was no way you were going to make it through the night in these and having to keep up with Peter. 
Before you could make it to the door of your room due to constant tripping, there was a knock at your door. You grunted at whoever was behind it to come in, Peter came in with one of his hands behind his back. 
He watched you as you looked up from trying to get your heel unsnagged from the carpet, your hair falling into your face slightly. It was like a moment out of a movie; he was seeing you dressed up for the first time and he was dumbstruck. There could have been a musical number dedicated to this moment right here, the moment he knew he wasn’t going to last the night without making a fool of himself trying to get you to see him the way he sees you. 
The moment was somewhat ruined when you said, “You gonna stand there drooling or are you going to help me?” 
He scrambled over to you, bringing his arm out from behind him, displaying the bouquet he got you. He had gotten you your favorite flowers, a bouquet of tulips with baby’s breath surrounding them. For a moment you faltered, caught off guard by the act of sweetness. How did he know those were your favorite? He must have asked your dad or Happy, but either way it didn’t matter, the act melted your heart. It made those butterflies come back, especially as you took him in in all of his glory. His tux fit him perfectly and dear god, the bow tie you picked out for him. The lavender color complimented his skin and the brown in his eyes, which you never truly noticed before. Boy, you were in trouble. 
“Why don’t you wear some different shoes? I’d love for you to hang on my arm all night, but those look like torture devices,” Peter says, laying the flowers on your bed and literally pulling you out of the shoes. Maybe he was right, there was no way you could happily prance about a gala in those. But before you went to pick out a different pair, you picked up the flowers. 
“How did you know?” You asked, he got what you meant. 
“Happy helped.” He said nervously, he didn’t know why he was so nervous. He was used to you being somewhat cold to him, but the soft tone in your voice was what got to him. The warmness in it was something he had always longed to hear from you. 
“I love them, thank you,” you say, putting them on your desk as you go to your closet picking a slightly less tortuous pair of heels. As you were searching through your shoes, you tried to calm the blush you had growing on your cheeks. Who knew such a small act could mean so much to someone so lonely? Once again Peter had you rethinking everything, maybe you had been a little too mean to him. You could have responded to some of his texts. You could have not thrown that fork at him the other day. Hell you could invite him to movie night like you dad had been asking you to do ever since he joined the Avengers. Why couldn’t you just get past that stupid resentment you had towards him. It wasn’t even really towards him as much as it was everyone, he just so happened to be the one to get the brunt of the anger. He didn’t even have the short end of the stick; he had the whole ass shit stick. 
Maybe you should start being nicer to him? 
Maybe. 
You grab your new heels and slip them on, holding out your arm for Peter to take. 
“Let’s get this show on the road, Pete,” you say in a surprisingly unannoyed voice. Peter took notice and was fisting pumping the air in his head. Perfect, he knew he was going to get through to you one day. 
The two of you made your way to the lobby, everyone else already there. All the Avengers catcalled and woohoo-ed, your dad even looked impressed by how well you two cleaned up. 
“Nice tux, Under roos,” he said, winking at Peter. Mood immediately ruined for you, Tony simply gave you a smirk and a nod, and added a, “That color looks very nice on you, kid.” 
Right when you were this close to enjoying the night with Peter and trying to put your sadness and anger aside he went and blew it. Not even a ‘wow you’re stunning, hey look everyone, my beautiful daughter has arrived’ like he used to in the past before Peter showed up. I will say you did try and not let it get to you. You plastered a smile to your face and gripped Peter’s arm a little harder than you meant to, making him flinch a little. But the rest of the group just doted on Peter and how nice he looked. And you were almost 110% certain it took him less than 20 minutes to get ready. It took you 3 hours. Come on guys, appreciate the art here. 
But soon enough the limo was ready to take you all to the gala, you and Peter were last in line to hop in. Out of earshot of everyone else, Peter leaned in and whispered into your ear, sending chills down your spine, “I think you outshine all the stars.” 
A bit of that coldness in your heart melted just a little bit more as you muttered a ‘thank you’ and got into the limo. 
The gala wasn’t as eventful as you thought it would be. When you guys got there, there was a red carpet, photos were taken, interviews were given, and by the end of that you were sweating from all the lights and cameras. You had never been one for pictures, but you did as you were told. 
Inside there were a bunch of old people in various cliques across the ginormous ballroom, there wasn’t anyone dancing to the soft music playing. You had guessed because the itinerary said dinner was to be served first. This was until like any party you had ever attended, this was just a classy old person party. So you and Peter waited quietly, talking amongst yourselves about what the old people might possibly be talking about (some topics you two fools came up with were: the amount of young ladies one old man could fit into his infinity pool, anal, and various other crude topics that made the two of you giggle). 
Then, dinner was finally served. You were starving, you had been saving up for this meal because you thought it would be the fanciest, most tasty food you had ever had in your life. Unfortunately, it was mediocre shrimp carbonara with rolls that were probably bought in bulk from the nearest New York. And ghastly red wine, though that might have just been you, you’re more of a pinot grigio girlie. You trudged through, with a lot of salt, it wasn’t that bad. You hated that you didn’t like it, but you had high hopes for dessert. You had heard over the old person grapevine that there was to be some kind of cheesecake, and that just might save the night. 
It didn’t. Again it tasted just like some whole foods thing and you were thoroughly disappointed. For your first gala, you have to say, it was certainly not what you were expecting. Maybe you just didn’t have the same taste buds as the elderly people around you, but damn it. You wanted a good cheesecake, and honestly a really greasy pizza. You could live without the wine for now. But one bite into the cheesecake, you looked over at Peter and you could almost read his thoughts. He was thinking the exact same thing as you: dear god why are we here right now? 
Finally, it was time for the real socializing and dancing, the one thing that would truly save the night. 
The music was classical, which honestly you didn’t mind. It was nice and melodic and calming. Perfect for the chit chat that surrounded you and Peter as you made your way to the dance floor. You had mentioned one time that you liked dancing, plus he saw what you were doing to Taylor Swift, and the minute the tables were cleared for the dance you, he offered you his hand. 
Only you didn’t notice your father and all the other Avengers that truly knew you two were watching, all with knowing looks in their eyes. Lets just say some bets were placed after you had gone to bed the night before, and Steve was winning right now. What can I say, the man has an eye for seeing through facades. (For other people, not himself, poor Steve.) 
You two got close, a lot closer than you had ever been before. Arm in arm and chest to chest, you could feel his breath on you and his heart almost beating out of his chest. You looked up into those eyes you knew all too well and saw something in them you hadn’t really noticed before. 
Adoration. 
Hope.
Longing. 
It almost threw you off your game, but you had to break the silence that was now slowly building in tension. 
“What’s got your heart going, Parker?” You used to always call him by his last name before today, you were hoping to bring him back to reality a little bit with it. What his eyes were saying couldn’t possibly be true after being such an asshole to him. 
“Dancing and being really close to pretty girls tend to do that to a guy,” he chuckles out, his eyes still glittering with unspoken emotions. It gets to the point where you have to glance away. Was it getting hot in here? It was definitely getting hot in here. 
“It’s actually probably because of that terrible wine,” you say, swaying with him the calming music. Man you wish it were calming you now. 
“Yeah that was nasty as hell.” He says, he takes the moment of you looking away to lean his head against yours, making you lean yours against his chest. Better in a way, but also worse. You could smell his cologne and boy it made you see stars. Why did he have to have good hygiene? It would make it a lot easier not to feel any type of way if he smelt like a locker room. 
A silence fell over you two as you stayed like that for the remainder of the song, more comfortable now that you weren’t looking into those deep eyes. You could ignore the emotions you saw there when you had your head on his chest, just embracing the feeling of him wrapped around you and the music taking you away to some far off time. It was actually nice, just being there with him, nobody else who knew the two of you anywhere within earshot. It made you think about the possibility of being friends with Peter, maybe even letting yourself feel whatever was bubbling in your gut. 
The music slowly turned into a more melancholy song, a few people shifted off the dance floor around you, changing partners and whatnot. But you and Peter stayed right there, and danced and danced and danced until it was time to go home. 
The limo ride back was full of tales from the night, though you and Peter sat quietly, barely even listening to the talking going on around you two. As you all arrived home, Tony offered to let Peter spend the night, and he took your dad up on that. Tony had you lead him to the guest bedroom right across the hall from yours, and that was that it seemed. 
You two bid each other an awkward goodnight, and went to your respective rooms. 
Really? Was that how you were going to end the night? You had the chance to clear the air between you and Peter and yet you were only left with a lot of questions. 
No- no. You were going to get answers. You didn’t even change out of your dress before you walked to your door and opened it- 
Only to find Peter Parker already standing there, hand in the air about the knock. 
“Oh! Hey,” you say, genuinely surprised. Great minds, am I right? 
“Hey, I just wanted to- I don’t know. The food was shit, and I’m hungry, do you wanna go grab a pizza or something?” Peter says, scratching the back of his neck. If you were honest, that sounded way better than what you had in mind. 
“I’d love to. Come on, I know the best pizza place in town and we can eat on the roof.” You say, grabbing your car keys off the desk, noticing the flowers once again. Remembering how nice it was to be in Peter’s arms. A realization hits you in that moment and you know exactly what you’re going to do about it. 
About an hour later, bellies full and happily gazing up at the stars, you and Peter laughing to yourself about how ridiculously awful that gala was. 
“They clearly had the money to get the good cheesecake, dude, what was stopping them?” Peter said, you didn’t know if it was the late night giggles or if you were finally letting yourself laugh at how blunt and goofy Peter was, but you were actually really enjoying yourself with him. You make some comment back to him, something vague as you decide it’s time to get down to business. 
You sit up all of the sudden, catching Peter off guard.  You look over at him and pull him up into a sitting position next to you, keeping your hands in his. 
“I don’t want to bring the mood down or anything, but I wanted to say I’m sorry for how I’ve acted since I’ve met you. You’re actually a really amazing person, and you didn’t deserve any of it.” You say in a tone that felt a little too serious after the giggle fest you two just had. 
“Listen, it’s okay I know I kinda just swung in and stayed. And I might have tried a little too hard to get you to be my friend. I just didn’t want you to feel left out,” he says, matching your energy. He looked you in the eyes and you know that he meant it, but you had a feeling he wasn’t saying all of it just like you. If you wanted total honesty, you had to give it. So you did. 
You explained how you felt like he was your dad’s favorite, everyone’s favorite, and that’s why you were so volatile towards him. You explained that you didn’t hate him. You hated the attention he was given, and all you ever wanted was to not feel lonely. He lets you speak through all of it, listening and taking in every word. He felt bad, but he knew there was no way your dad liked him more. Tony doted on you every chance he got, so did all of the Avengers for that matter. They all adored you, just like he does. 
“You know, you truly mean everything to them. All of them, not just your dad. Sure it doesn’t feel like it at times, and I’m sorry for taking up so much time with Tony, but he spends all of it talking about you. About how he wished you were there with us, and telling me so much about you. Everything he’s told me is true: you’re loving, loyal to a fault, fierce in your beliefs and what matters to you. You’re beyond brilliant, and the most gorgeous person to grace this planet. He loves you, Y/n. And I think I’m falling for you.” He rambles out, the last bit just flowing from his heart, his mouth moving faster than his brain. 
The last bit stunned you into silence. It was exactly what his eyes were saying before, you just wanted to hear it out loud. For a moment, Peter thought he fucked up and was going to get drop kicked off of the roof. 
You look up at the stars once more, then you look at Peter. Slowly, but not unsurely, you lean in and press a soft, warm kiss to his lips. He melts into it, all feelings of unsureness or uneasiness floating off into the night sky. He could have lived in that moment forever, finally, finally feeling at peace. 
You pull away, squeezing his hands, “Peter, when I look at the stars, I see you.” 
And he knew at that moment, he was yours.
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Spider-man: Across the Spider-Verse Trailer Thoughts
Can I just start this post off by saying that I am totally normal? Over this movie? Perfectly reasonable in my level of hype and mentally well in every way? Mhm, trust me. Anyway, onto the blurbs!
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-Seems Miles is at his teenage rebellion stage
-Miles' teacher telling him he's not doing too well in Spanish in front of his Puerto Rican mother is an ouch (in that it's hilarious, but not for him. Sorry Miles)
-Seems there's gonna be a rift between Miles and his parents now that he's Spider-Man full time and very much keeping it secret from them; maybe this movie is where they find out?
-Across the Spider Verse seems to also have a core theme of Miles going against the grain and doing things his way, forging his own individual path for how he wants to do Spider-Man. Looking forward to seeing a more grown up Miles that is able to go further into his self-exploration now that he's reaching older teen/young adulthood.
-I think Gwen and Miles might get together this movie which... eh. Alright. No hate to the ship, but the first movie felt very platonic save for Miles liking her cause she's a pretty girl, and rip to cishet society but that ain't enough to sell me on a relationship. Maybe they'll get some development in this movie? Until possibly that I'm just gonna enjoy them as friends personally
-Apparently Oscar Isaac voices Miguel... Doctor Strange was not kidding when he said the multiverse got screwed in NWH
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-Here we have Jessica Drew, Marvel's first (continuous) Spider-Woman! She looks awesome, and based on how often she appeared in the trailer, I'm assuming she will play a key role.
-I also suspect she will help push the narrative around ATSV's theme of parenthood, with Miles having issues with his own, and Peter becoming a father.
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-Regarding the race change for Jessica, I earlier referred to her as the first "continuous" Spider-Woman, because she was the first woman to notably don the spidey title. However, the first official Spider-Woman was actually a one-off character named Valerie the Librarian. Originally, Valerie had no powers; she instead went around as a non-super helping Peter Parker's Spidey in any way she could. Spider Verse has always been by black people for black people, so it doesn't surprise me that they (allegedly) are honing back to Valerie, a black woman and the first official Spider-Woman, to base Jessica's appearance on. Goes to show the creators did their homework, which I'm pleased to see.
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She is so beautiful ma'am please take my hand in marriage; also, she's pregnant! She is literally hero-ing while pregnant, which I've realized is not something we really see like... ever. Granted, because its dangerous, but Spider Verse has always made strides to give more diverse female representation, and a pregnant spidey mirroring pregnant working women seems to be next on their list. Happy to see it!
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-We got Miguel O'Hara! Admittedly I'm not the most familiar with him, but one doesn't traverse Marvel comic fandom without having heard of this guy. Based on what I'm seeing in the trailer, he looks like a very fun character and I'm excited to know more
-"Don't even get me started on Doctor Strange and the little nerd back on Earth-199999." I am... so normal about the acknowledgment of the MCU in Spiderverse. The multiverse really is converging, which on a meta sense is something I absolutely love so I am very excited to see where the Marvel universe heads.
-Also people have been saying Feige stated the MCU was Earth-616 and Spider Verse went against that, which they're happy about, so if someone could fill me in on what happens in Earth-616 I'd appreciate it!
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Peter's back! And he has a spider baby! From what I've seen this is Mayday Parker, daughter of Peter Parker and Mary Jane Watson, and she does indeed get her father's spider abilities in the comics. Perhaps we'll see more of her in the future?...👀
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Stab me, it would hurt less.
(Looks like Gwen's backstory is being explored more, which is a hooray moment, but its exploring her trauma, which is less hooray.)
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And of course... the meme, made multiversal. (Is that fucking PS5 Spiderman)
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That's about it, very excited for this movie, also afraid, but mostly excited! See y'all when it drops!
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