#peter b parker IS hot so true

[miguel-ohara-wifey]

okay hear me out… headcanons for spiderverse men that’s like how they act when their s/o is pregnant

I know I said I’d focus on my cowboy!Miguel fic but I’ve been waiting for this request! Ask and ye shall receive

Spiderverse men when there s/o is pregnant headcanons

Tag list: @alliwriteistrash I figured you’d like this

Rating: 18+, hurt/comfort, fluff, Angst

Peter B Parker

-Peter and you have tried at a baby for ages, but stopped before hand because some new threat emerged for Spider-Man, career opportunities you had to make priority, or some financial problems came up. Overall it hasn’t been ideal timing whenever you two wanted to try.

-Your body had other plans however, after a few days in a row of getting sick in the morning. Food tasting weird and having a sickly feeling in your stomach. You had to take a pregnancy test just to ease your anxiety. Unfortunately it didn’t, it was positive. Your body immediately starts to shake, you throw up for an entirely different reason.

-the twitching under your skin from fear stopped when you threw up. But your mind was still fraught with catastrophizing thoughts. What if you need an abortion, what if Peter doesn’t want the kid anymore, how would you play this when he gets home? Is Spider-Man even meant to have a child?

-You knew you couldn’t hide it from him in good conscience, when Peter arrives at your home with the groceries like he promised. Joking about the latest villain of the week he took down. You can’t help but start sobbing right when you spot his brown eyes. Not even knowing why, when he huddled you gently. Wiping your tears away asking what’s wrong. You relent how you took a pregnancy test and it’s positive.

-Before your knee jerk apology can be made he embraces you, conscious of your stomach in the tightening of his body around yours. He whispers how great that is, all your fears laid dead before you. But you still kept crying, expect out of pure joy. Peter meet you eye too eye, clearly joining in on the sob parade.

“You’re gonna make a daddy honey…I can’t wait.”

Miguel O’Hara

-You knew it wouldn’t be pretty when you told Miguel you were pregnant. Especially because you were going to have the baby. Miguel was furious, you two have been casual for a long time. You knew of Miguel’s past with Gabriella, not like he makes an effort to hid it. For fucks sake initiates get the holographic slide show of his trauma.

-Miguel isn’t characteristically raving and violent in this rage, not like you’ve ever felt unsafe around him. However you’ve seen enough of his anger to know it burns hot. But this was the cutting chill of dry ice, he plainly told you he’s not going to be the kids father. If you want the kid, you’re on your own. You sob and scream at him how he’s an asshole.

-He doesn’t exactly argue against that point, in fact he doesn’t argue at all. Just nods and leaves as you sob in defeat. You knew this would happen, he’d break your heart in the end. Yet the smallest speck from the deepest crevice of your mind believed otherwise. Cause you want him close. Miguel would always assure complete low commitment and non-existent emotional entanglement when you two started dating. Work is his true love and he wouldn’t dare let you compete.

-The day after, you slept in till the afternoon. Not even wanting to make yourself breakfast even if it meant silencing the gargling of your stomach. You hear a knock at the door. You figure it’s a package that got sent to you by accident. So no matter how terrible you feel you get out of bed. Opening the door, you see Miguel with your favorite breakfast meal from Panera.

-You angrily squint at him asking if he thinks this’ll make up for ditching you. He says it doesn’t, his eyes reddened from crying. He just says he knows you probably haven’t had any food yet today because of your argument. But he is sorry, he’s going to be there for you and the baby. He was a fucking asshole, your entire relationship. He loves you and never wanted to admit it. For what it’s worth he’s here for whenever or however long you’d have him.

“It’s okay if you’re still mad at me…but I know you’re craving this so just have some food.”

Hobie Brown

-This was a shock to both of you, you’ve always been safe despite all the kinkiness you get into. You’ve always had protection upon protection on top of taking regular std tests.

-Despite this shockwave through Hobie and your lives, the moment you tell him you want to keep it. He’s on board, he gets a head start on baby proofing the apartment. Engineering makeshift baby monitors and safe toys for the baby to play with. He starts reading parenting books and setting up the baby’s room in his off time. Making the room a vibrant red, doesn’t matter if the baby’s a boy or a girl. You’re gonna raise them to be a punk.

-Also watches after you carefully. Even when it means leaving his station as Spider-Man for a day. You and the precious future you’re carrying matters even more to him. He’ll be sure to get everything you crave. Even if he has to teach himself how to make sponge cake. If that’s what his baby mama wants it’s what his baby mama gets. He didn’t exactly get it, but you appreciated the sentiment regardless.

-Unfortunately now truly the worst of your pregnancy signs present themselves. You throw up almost every other morning, your favorite foods now don’t taste like anything cause your tastebuds have turned against you. And you’re fatigued easily so you have to take a few weeks off helping the movement. On top of the fact you always feel heavier and heavier as every day goes by.

-When your mood swings are at there highest to boot, you find an excuse to yell at him at any point. So he knows it’s best to leave the house for a couple of hours for you to cool off. Not to dismiss your feelings, but knowing his presence only exasperates your rage spike. So when he comes back with store bought sponge cake for you. You sob and apologize for getting mad at him. He takes it in stride, he knows this road will be bumpy as everything else is. But you’re in it together.

“It’s alright love, and don’t worry I won’t torture you with my sponge cake I bought you some…”

Spider-Man Noir

-Once you ask your darling to open the oven to take out what you were making. He saw a single bun on the rack, right after asking why there’s a bun in the oven. A second later he puts two and two together. He rushes over to you, via sliding on his knees against the wooden kitchen floors to your stomach.

-He sends pecks all over your gut while massaging it with his head. Almost already trying to hear your baby, his baby. Whispering as if your future child can hear you through its very tiny molecules. You giggle at this man’s infatuation with your stomach. Sure he’s always loved every part of you. But now he has two angels in his life.

-He unleashes all the parenting books he stocked up for just in case he’d ever be a dad. As well as makes you promise to quit work in a week to focus on yourself. He begins doing most of the chores you did around the house. Doting on you head to toe, not that you’re going to stop him. Especially when your mood swings begin to hit. You become extra clingy and needy.

-But his heart breaks when you say you’re sorry for not being as pretty anymore now that you’re starting to show. He’s devastated, he thinks you’re even more gorgeous now. The fact you’re carrying your soon to be family. His whole world, how could he not find you all the more irresistible? He corrects such by going down on you that night. “Having sex with a pregnant woman makes the baby a pervert later in life” be damned. You must know how much he can’t get enough of you.

-After such he cuddles you into him like he always does, his stringy brown locks mixed with sweat. As he can still taste your orgasm in his mouth. After you started to breath steadily again, you relent you believe him when he says he knows you’re the sexiest woman alive. He smiles so innocently despite the unholiness of the situation, he cloaks your body in a cool blanket. Kissing you on the cheek and telling you need sleep now.

“It’s never a labor to love you, and our family. Don’t forget that darlin…”

#Peter B Parker #Hobie Brown #miguel o’hara #miguel ohara #Spider-Man noir #hcs #spiderverse hcs #spiderverse #headcanons #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel ohara x reader #hobie brown x reader #Peter b Parker x reader #Spider-Man noir x reader #requested writing #Spider-Man

[sivyera]

sivyera's masterlist

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Started: 08/06/22

Last Updated: 05/04/24

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Marvel ↴

Dating Bucky Barnes but being Sam Wilson's best friend

Dating Doctor Strange would include..

Dating Bucky Barnes would include..

Dating Sinister Strange would include..

Dating Defender Strange would include..

We weren't meant to be, so let me go. (Sinister Strange x reader)

Made for Kill. (Peter Parker x hydra!reader)

Vikings ↴

Ivar the Boneless│Fluff alphabet

Arcane ↴

The night we felt true love. (Cassandra Kiramman x fem!reader)

Arcane characters as love stereotypes.

Arcane characters as Disney couple.

Dating Ekko but Vi has a crush on you…

Twilight ↴

10 things Edward Cullen loves about you

TWILIGHT characters as love tropes

Twilight characters dating islamic reader

hot chocolate (bella swan x fem!reader)

undying love (paul lahote x fem!vampire!reader)

dating headcanons (jacob black x imprint!human!reader)

Harry Potter↴

coming soon...

Raya and the Last Dragon ↴

Dating Namaari would include..

My hero academia ↴

I won't let anyone hurt you! (Bakugou x reader)

Onward ↴

Ian Lightfoot having a crush on you would include..

Gravity Falls ↴

Cuddling with Dipper Pines HC’s

Perfect. (Dipper Pines x shy!reader)

Love languages with Gravity Falls characters

Jealous HC's with Gravity Falls characters

Dipper Pines│Fluff Alphabet

The Basketball Diaries ↴

Dating Jim Carroll would include...

Dawn of the Planet of the Apes↴

Dating Blue eyes would include...

Blue eyes│Fluff Alphabet

Peter Pan 2003↴

Dating Peter Pan would include...

Peter pan being obsessed with you would include...

Vis a Vis (Locked Up)↴

Vis a Vis characters dating headcanons

Turning Red↴

Dating Ming Lee would include..

My Little Pony ↴

my MLP headcanons!

Lego Ninjago movie ↴

Dating Jay Walker would include...

Lego Ninjago characters as eye color wallpaper (tik tok trend)

Lego Friends (Friends: Girls on a Mission) ↴

Lego Friends characters and their sexuality HC's

Lego Friends dating HC's

8 mile ↴

Cuddling with Jimmy Smith Jr HCs

Dating Jimmy Smith Jr would include..

Don’t worry (Jimmy Smith Jr x reader)

Touchstarved B-rabbit x touchstarved reader hc’s

The Collector↴

Dating Arkin O’Brien would include...

Rise of the Guardians↴

Dating Jack Frost would include...

DATING HEADCANONS WITH BUNNYMUND FROM RISE OF THE GUARDIANS

Team Fortress 2 ↴

Dating Scout/Jeremy would include...

Inception ↴

Dating Robert Fischer would include..

Robert Fischer│Fluff alphabet

His guardian angel.

Chain the Night. (Robert Fischer x reader)

American Pie ↴

Dating American pie characters would include...

The Devil All the Time↴

Yandere TDATT characters being in love with you would include…

The Treasure Planet ↴

coming soon...

IT 2017↴

your lips, my lips. apocalypse. (henry bowers x reader)

Saltburn ↴

game 00.1 (felix catton x reader)

Rampage 2018 ↴

Dating Harvey Russell would include..

WRECK - IT RALPH ↴

Dating Sergeant Calhoun would include...

PEN15 ↴

Dating PEN15 characters would include...

SAW ↴

coming soon...

The Batman 2022↴

coming soon...

Fate: The Wings Saga↴

coming soon...

After↴

coming soon...

Actors/Celebrity ↴

Dating male celebrities would include...

Cillian Murphy

Fluff alphabet  

‘Morning’   

Electric touch

Dating Cillian Murphy would include..

Elizabeth Olsen

Dating Elizabeth Olsen would include..

Beautiful 

Sam Worthington

coming soon...

Britain Dalton

coming soon...

Alex Høgh Andersen

Alex Høgh Andersen│Fluff alphabet

Robert Pattinson

coming soon...

Eminem

Dating Eminem would include...

DISNEY/PIXAR/DISNEY CHANNEL and OTHER CARTOONS ↴

Dating PJ Duncan would include..

Disney characters as boyfriends/girlfriends

Disney princesses and their sexualities, my headcanons

Disney/Pixar characters dating hc’s

love headcanons for the great prince | bambi

cinnamon girl (frozen 2 elsa x northuldra reader)

puck and pirouette (inside out 2 riley andersen x fem!reader)

#masterlist #sivyera #sivyera's masterlist

[imastrangeone98]

The Room Where It Happened - Chapter 1: A Place to Go

(A/N: no one asked for it yet here it is- my Miguel o'hara thirst posts in a weird convoluted one shot complication)

Warning: spoilers for across the spider verse. Also fem!korean spider "oc" who is unnamed as of yet so I will call it "reader"

"No, not this universe either! And the other spiders are probably gonna get close to either him or us before we find him!" Gwen raked her fingers through her hair, tugging painfully at the strands. "I need to think, I need to think..."

"Relax, kid. Not only are we not getting anywhere, we're all exhausted and hungry," Peter B. sighed. He knew that she was getting desperate- hell, all of them were.

Miles was nowhere to be found, and with the unhappy revelation that he had not gone to his true universe, they were forced to bounce back and forth between worlds. Thankfully, Spider-Byte and Peni Parker had managed to narrow it down to a few possibilities, but it still didn't change the fact that without Miles' watch, they had no real way of knowing whether he was in that world or not.

And not to mention, the high likelihood of the Spider Society being hot on their tails did not make it easier on them.

"I'm detecting a signal," Margo said suddenly, checking her monitors. "It looks like a shift in inter-dimensional energy!"

"Then that means-!" Pavitr's eyes widened.

"They on our tail," Hobie sighed out with a crack of his knuckles. "Ain't gotta get ya Alan Wickers in a twist; I got a plan."

"And what could that possibly be-?" Gwen was about to ask, frustrated, but Hobie didn't pay any mind. He instead turned to Margo, giving what sounded like coordinates.

"...Are you sure about that one?" Margo whispered to him, eyes wide. "Isn't that...?"

"Yeah; it's the one place he ain't gonna poke his nose in." He gestured to the now open portal. "Goin' in or not? Or wouldja rather waste time gettin' a hook?"

Without waiting for the rest, he jumped in. The others, upon hearing the tell-tale sound of webs flying behind them, all followed the spider rebel. Just in the nick of time, as two other spider-people landed right as the portal closed.

"We just missed them! What are we gonna tell Miguel now?!" the first one hissed. The second ignored their partner, checking their watch for the coordinates, only to drop their hands in shock.

"Ah, poopsack. They went to that world."

"Dude, Peter. You're not making things very clear."

"Oh, shut it, Peter! You know damn well why! It's-"

[EARTH-51802: SEOULBECA]

"Oof! Get your fat butt off me, Peter!"

"That ain't me- that's Mayday! Has anyone seen Mayday, by the way?"

"All of you! Get off!"

The gang immediately tried to disentangle themselves (except Margo- she was a hologram). Hobie immediately moved to swing up to the roof of the nearest building, leaving the others to follow him. But once they did, nearly all of them gaped at the city below them.

"Are you sure... this is New York?" Gwen gasped, admiring the strange yet beautiful mix of nature and man-made metropolis- tall, green trees on par with skyscrapers; large bridges that spanned pristine rivers and meadows of lush flowerbeds; happy, carefree citizens going about their day-to-day lives seemed to be the only thing this universe shared in common with all their own.

"Seoulbeca, Gwendy. Ya ain't seenit?" Hobie stretched his arms and jumped off the roof, zipping away towards some unknown destination. The others didn't hesitate to follow.

"Oh, man! If only Mumbattan had this level of controlled traffic!" Pav cried out in joy, inhaling the surprisingly fresh air.

"The colors on this place, I need to study them further," Spider-Noir mumbled, much to Spider-Ham's chagrin and Peni's amusement.

"Hobie, seriously, where are we headed?" Gwen called out to her friend. "What is this world? Why haven't I ever seen it?"

"Why did you bring us here, Hobie?" Peter B. yelled. For some reason, he seemed exceptionally nervous. "Why this one? You know this world is off-limits!"

"First'a all, ya ask too many questions." Hobie landed on the roof of a hotel building, keeping an eye on the ground below. "Second'a all, rules ain't my thing. Third'a all, she is the reason we ain't gotta worry about Miguel."

He pointed straight down, and almost immediately, a piercing shriek filled the air. The gang peered off the ledge to see what was clearly a spider-person fighting a fox-like demonic creature with nine tails lashing to and fro.

"¡Es el Gumiho!

“Everyone, run!"

“거미 다! 거미!”

The Spider-Woman was so quick, nearly sipping around the battlefield, webs flying and quickly subduing the monster, who yelped and roared, thrashing in its bonds before collapsing to the ground.

"Dang..." Peni whispered to Noir. "She's good."

"She's fast," Pavitr concurred. "How does she move around like that? It's like she's got skates for feet!"

"Y'know," the Spider-Woman laughed below them at the villain, "I've always wondered what foxes actually said. Now I know: they cry about not surrendering to the police!" With a flick of her wrist, the monster's head was forced downward, and it slammed to the ground so hard the building they were on was shaking. It then stopped moving, only its chest rising up and down an indicator that it was still alive.

And then it started to shrink. The monster slowly drew in on itself, transforming into an exhausted young woman. The Spider-Woman, after quickly giving the woman a once-over, swiftly picked her up and deposited her with the shocked police officers before zipping away.

"Oh, crap, she's getting away- wait, is she looking at us?" Gwen asked. Her eyes were fixated on the disappearing woman... no, her eyes didn't deceive her. The woman was definitely waving right at their direction.

"That's our cue, innit?" Hobie snapped under her nose, and gestured for the others to follow him.

By the time they managed to catch up to the punk, they found him casually chatting with the woman.

"Peter," Gwen whisper-hissed to her friend, "you know her? How come I've never seen her before?"

He glanced at her, nervousness evident in his eyes. But he didn't say anything, returning his attention to Hobie- who had taken off his mask- and the mysterious Spider-Woman, who was affectionately rubbing his head and booping his nose.

"So!" she called out to the others, turning to them with a friendly wave. "You're the guests my little buddy told me about, huh?"

"Oi, I ain't little-"

"I'm 거미, the one and only Spider-Woman of this world! Welcome to Seoulbeca!" She gestured grandly behind her towards her city with pride. "Hobie filled me in on what happened; don't worry, you'll be safe here. Come with me; you all must be hungry!"

She quickly leaped off the edge, leaving the others to follow.

"I like her," Pavitr chuckled. Hobie grinned and briefly rubbed his head before resuming his swinging.

"Is her name seriously 'Gummy?'" Gwen couldn't help but ask.

"It's not with a 'g' sound, Gwen!" Peni called out. "It's more of a soft 'k!'"

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A/N: I like this movie way too much for my own good. Miguel O'Hara is too attractive for his own good 🤤

거미 다! 거미! - It's the Spider! Spider!

#atsv #hobie brown #gwen stacy #peter b parker #miguel x reader #not yet tho #there's some drama to build rn

[total-drama-takes-takes-2]

ttwt character profiles - batch 4 (final)

McLovin

What's your best quality? I make a pretty great friend! Most of the time... Faves? (music, colour, movie, food)

R&B

Yellow!

8 Mile

Banana muffin. Or a spicy sausage pattie between two slices of cake. It's awesome, trust!

Describe your craziest dream. One time I dreamed that I was the Statue of Liberty. Best memory from childhood? The first time I went into a corn maze without getting lost. My mom used to tape color-changing LED lights to my shirt in case I got lost and they had to send out another search party Most embarrassing moment at school? I have too many to count. Luckily, the good outweighs the bad most of the time! Describe the first job you ever had. I worked at that one hot dog stand after Joner quit. It was awesome! Free dogs and 10 dollars a day! Ten years from now, what are you doing? Sitting in a castle-slash-boat-slash-racecar. Yeah, I'm inventing one My dream date would be with ___________, doing what? My boyfriend Sha-Mod, obviously! Learning how to water skii or climbing that hill behind the Wal-Mart It’s the last day on earth. In five words or less, what would you do?

Hang out and chill

Peter

What's your best quality? I think I'm a lot wiser than people give me credit for. Faves? (music, colour, movie, food)

Music... I guess alternative, or indie

Pink and blue!

Tough choice... maybe J'ai perdu mon corps

Salted almonds

Describe your craziest dream. I have so many, and I never remember them Best memory from childhood? Making friendship bracelets at summer camp. I didn't want to go but that was one of the best ways to help me adjust! Most embarrassing moment at school? Every awkward conversation ever... especially when my friends are fighting. Describe the first job you ever had. I can't imagine having a job on top of everything else Ten years from now, what are you doing? I don't know- hopefully something I love! My dream date would be with ___________, doing what? My girlfriend. I'd take her to the aquarium, then to dinner at a nice restaurant, and maybe give her something nice and hand-made! It’s the last day on earth. In five words or less, what would you do?

Reminisce

Sha-Mod

What's your best quality? I'm Sha-Awesome! Faves? (music, colour, movie, food)

Sha-Power ballads

Fuchsia

Hm...

Dinosaur chicken nuggets. I'm not ashamed to admit it

Describe your craziest dream. I was having tea with a human-sized monarch butterfly. Made me scared of butterflies for months Best memory from childhood? Moving snails off the pavement after the rain Most embarrassing moment at school? Winning a class award and having my face printed in the paper. What a Sha-Nightmare! Describe the first job you ever had. I sold biscuits door-to-door to afford my first PlayStation. Would do it again, if it was a viable career option. Why can't you go to university for biscuits? Ten years from now, what are you doing? Mm... biscuits... My dream date would be with ___________, doing what? Hm- oh, yeah. McLovin, my guy! Probably picking snails off the pavement again. It’s the last day on earth. In five words or less, what would you do?

Chill.

Scruffy

What's your best quality? I'm a non-stop kick-ass game-winning machine! Faves? (music, colour, movie, food)

I mostly listen to the TDWT soundtrack. And Heather's new podcast. Has anyone here heard about it? It's about-

Green

Movies take up too much time, in my opinion

Baby carrots. They're good for energy, and portable

Describe your craziest dream. I wouldn't call it "crazy" but I'd love to win TTWT. World Tour is my favorite season of all time, so it'd be like a dream come true. Best memory from childhood? Watching my first episode of Total Drama. It was ROTI, episode 9. I'm planning on getting a tattoo for it- 4x9 on my shoulder. Most embarrassing moment at school? Apparently, pouring over training and mentally and physically conditioning myself is "weird", so I got my fair share of crap. Who's laughing now, Stephanie Parker?! I bet you can't even diffuse a live bomb! Describe the first job you ever had. I don't need a job. Ten years from now, what are you doing? Living off my TTWT winnings and running my own reality TV gossip mag. My dream date would be with ___________, doing what? Jules, probably. Off-camera, doing anything anywhere without being bothered. It’s the last day on earth. In five words or less, what would you do?

Honestly? Panic.

Staci

What's your best quality? Not to pat myself on the back but I'm kiiiiiind of a genius Faves? (music, colour, movie, food)

Industrial metal, duh

Pink!

Bridge on the River Kwai... or like, Mean Girls is pretty good, too

Pork gyoza

Describe your craziest dream. I've had so many kin dreams, I couldn't even begin to list them off. Best memory from childhood? I... don't really want to talk about that. Most embarrassing moment at school? I had a bad habit of not really realizing when people were making fun of me, so I got bullied through all of primary without even knowing it. After that, I kinda got a little reactionary to perceived slights Describe the first job you ever had. Never had a paying one! Running my blog is kind of a job in itself. Ten years from now, what are you doing? Um... something cool, hopefully! My dream date would be with ___________, doing what? I'd love to hang with any of my distant relatives. They seem pretty cool. It’s the last day on earth. In five words or less, what would you do?

Give my friends a hug

Scary

What's your best quality? Not being a total moron, probably. Faves? (music, colour, movie, food)

None.

Black.

None.

None.

Describe your craziest dream. Dreams are just a product of our minds trying to simulate situations, to increase preparedness. Well... that's the theory I believe, anyway. Best memory from childhood? Winning my first ever science fair. Most embarrassing moment at school? Losing my first ever science fair. Describe the first job you ever had. I've only really done interning. Ten years from now, what are you doing? Receiving awards and accolades. My dream date would be with ___________, doing what? Nothing and no one. My dream date would be me, Einstein, and Hawking, all in book form in my living room. It’s the last day on earth. In five words or less, what would you do?

This is a ridiculous hypothetical

#ttwt #and that's everyone... I think

[inaaya-goddess-of-dimensions]

Me after watching ATSV

✨Me rating all the characters✨: (My opinion)

Miles Morales:

he has issues with his life and is doing his own thing even know Miguel give him PTSD with that theme of this but good character and this boi is bloody 15?! so if miles is 15 and maybe likes Gwen- waittt isn't Gwen like 16? she kinda looks like it? oh well it's young love. 9/10

Gwen Stacy:

has daddy issues with her dad and i love her hair and it kinda gotten long and pinky like cause of dye which kinda suites her more Gwen also maybe likes Miles but Captain Morales called her a emo which is sooo "NOT TRUE" that's messed up and has a canon event with Peter parker from her dimension losing him but i'll give it a 9/10?

Peter B Parker:

i meannn yes he's a father of a daughter and a son of a mother but he did want Mayday to be like Miles try to be the bi-ist father figure that he can be- why does ATSV fans honestly ship Miguel and Peter? should do the same??? okay look this nice gentlemen eating, hmm yes, 8/10

Mayday Parker

awwweeee she's sooo cute i just wanna hug her^^ she just want to be like her dad fighting crime she would've been a good little sister to miles and it was funny cause Hobie was impressed by her taking a crap i also do agree on that. 10/10

Hobie Brown:

okay okay he's a good character i love his British, i am also British and PUNK HELL YA! my habits came in when Hobie was on the screen i was like WAOHHHH i love his piercings and very muchly thinks his Bi or Trans i mean Gwen supports Trans people like her dad so that would've been cool if hobie did support as well but yes and he was the only one to not chase miles i was like thank god, 9.5/10

pavitra prabhakar:

now i feel like he would be in Ms Marvel for all i care for cause i love how they done with the character my cousins and that loved him, and i am muslim soo kinda weird story to explain but he's just a happy person and is cheery for others, i swear to the people seeing this please DON'T put "i love Chai tea" anyways yeah i have high hopes for him. 9.5/10

Miguel O'hara: (the moment you all been waiting for...)

okay he SUCH A GOOD CHARACTER I LOVEEEE HIMMMM! after losing his daughter he's like a cool hearted spider but when i first time saw Miguel before i even seen the movie i thought he was Vampire cause the fangs, the red eyes it all screams "Vampire"? and the theme....*spider man 2099 theme stuck in my head* listen i know all the Miguel O'hara fans simp for the guy but come on yes he's a "Hot Dad" but when i see all these Spidersonas all of them date Miguel that is not Canny no offense! but...poor guy just lost his daughter but it's still up to you lot, 💖/10

and i know he's not the father of the daughter but he had another self that had a daughter and he died soooo that's kinda reason why you guys shouldn't disrupt a canon event,

#atsv #pavitr prabhakar #miles morales #gwen stacy #hobie brown #mayday parker #peter b parker #spider man across the spider verse #multiverse spider mans #my rating #my choices

[chrancecriber]

Radio SunLounge Romania (April 19, 2023)

23:58 Placid Larry - Dew Drops 23:51 Five Seasons - Sunshine And Sea 23:49 Schwarz & Funk - Don-'t Stop 23:45 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 23:43 Paul Hardcastle - First Light 23:36 Vargo - Lovecore 23:31 Naoki Kenji - Let It Flow 23:28 Area Code 51 - Chanchamayo 23:22 Peter Pearson - This Way To A Dream 23:17 Flashbaxx - Sand Bank 23:16 Gxr - To The Lighthouse 23:09 Dj Maretimo - Cafe Internacional (Jumairah Skyscrapers Mix) 23:06 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 23:01 Smooth Deluxe - Dream Of Insomnia 22:56 Bulb - Impossible (Original Mix) 22:50 Random Rab - Rain On The World 22:48 Marga Sol - So Long 22:45 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 22:38 M. Vitoria - Do Me Favor 22:35 Pascal Dubois - Deep Into The Night (Long Island Mix) 22:29 Idenline - Call Me 22:27 Newton - New Beautiful Life 22:24 Louise Rademakers - Nostalgia (Original Mix) 22:17 York, Project Blue Sun - Crusin (Original Mix) 22:07 Skindive Inc. - Hopelessly Love (The Man Behind C. Edit) 22:06 Random Soul - I Live For The Moment (Feat. Kristen Pearson) 22:02 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 22:00 Orfeo Project - Tonight (Original Mix) 21:54 Atb - We Belong (Feat. Roberta Carter Harrison) 21:52 Plastyc Buddha - Personal Faith 21:48 Hot City Walk (Original Mix) - Lasteden 21:42 Vincenzo - Today 21:40 My 7sky - Love Story 21:33 Marie Therese - City Lights (Original Mix) 21:32 Lemongrass - Gecko Island 21:28 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 21:21 Light Of Aiden - Loveing You 21:14 Blank & Jones - El Bajo 21:13 Francis On My Mind - Never Be The Same 21:06 Jojo Effect - Somewhere In Between 21:04 Mahoroba - Des Moments (Guitar Mix) 20:58 Mara J Boston - Precious Diamond 20:56 Groove Spinners - Southside 20:53 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 20:47 Enrico Donner - Wind Of The Spirit 20:41 The Dream Catchers - Flower Of Spring (Suntheca Lounge Mix) 20:34 Pacator - Tears (Marcielo Ambient Mix) 20:33 Afterlife - Dub In Ya Mind 20:29 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 20:24 Velvet Dreamer - Your Game My Love (Five Seasons Remix) 20:23 Club Turquoise - Awakening (Original Chill) 20:16 351 Lake Shore Drive - Blue Baby Moon (Feat. Picidu) 20:15 Marga Sol - Feel The Sun 20:11 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 20:06 Chillwalker - A Dream Comes True (Red Horizon Mix) 20:03 Dc Lounge Theme - Vienna Dc 20:01 Perfect Sin - Mamadi 19:57 Everything But The Girl - Amplified Heart 19:54 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 19:51 Key Of Dreams - The First Time Ever (Original Mix) 19:46 Nick Parker - Guest My (Peace Chill Mix) 19:44 River - Find Me 19:41 Lemon Jelly - In The Bath 19:38 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 19:35 Marc Hartman - No Escape 19:28 Keep Shelly In Athens - Blue Rooms 19:27 Levitation - More Than Ever People (Alex B. Smoove Remix) 19:24 Moshang - Padoga 19:20 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 19:16 Mike D' Jais, U.r.a. - Moon Beam 19:11 Openzone Bar - Kiss In The Dark 19:06 Eguana - Long Trip To Nowhere 19:03 Derail - Freedom - Deep Mix 18:59 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 18:54 Conjure One - Sleep (Serenity Mix) 18:49 Lemongrass - All My Angels 18:43 Shakes Seven - Indiana 18:42 Sunyata Project - Ko Samui Nights (Extended Mix) 18:38 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 18:33 Cafe Americaine - Magical Mambo (Latin Lounge Cut) 18:27 Silky Wave - Under My Skin 18:24 Deeper Sublime - Femme Fatale 18:21 Jens Buchert - Fluffy Time 18:18 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 18:12 Bent - K.i.s.s.e.s 18:06 Sweet Velvet, Debora Vilchez - La Plena Noche 18:01 Bella Vita - The Hardest Part (Hot Beach Guitar Mix) 17:59 Blank & Jones - Good 17:52 York - Bye Bye Baby (Chill Out Mix) 17:46 Michelle Simonal - Alright 17:45 Pascal Dubois - Anyway (Deep Outside Session) 17:41 Setsuna - White Light 17:38 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 17:36 Sofa Surfers - Sofa Rockers (Richard Dorfmeister Remix) 17:29 Mailky - Flawless 17:24 Vargo - Goodbye Is A New Beginning 17:21 The Man Behind C. Feat. Miriam - See You Again 17:18 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 17:13 Marc Hartman - I Can't Stop 17:08 Schiller, Jael Malli - Tired 17:06 Oscar Salguero - With You 17:03 D - Chill - Paradise Feat. Katy Blue (Original Mix) 16:59 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 16:57 Schwarz & Funk - Keep On (Remastered) 16:47 Twentyeight - Monday Night - 16:42 Jean Mare - A Better Place 16:39 Rey Salinero - Mystique Sets 16:35 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 16:31 The Shadowboxers - I Can't Stop Thinking About You 16:29 Exit Mars - Gliding (Comfort Version) 16:22 Dharma - Probedas 16:20 Lemongrass Feat Jane Maximova - Reinvented Me 16:10 Max Melvin - Whatever 16:05 Beanfield Feat. Ernesto - Kiss 16:03 Atb - Break My Heart 15:59 Phontaine - Million Dollar Baby 15:56 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 15:53 Max Melvin - Changes 15:50 Crystal Theory - Breathe 15:43 Raffunk - Travel (Lemongrass Couch Remix) 15:41 Marc Hartman - I Can-'t Stop 15:38 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 15:32 Cane Garden Quartet - Ageless 15:29 Chris Coco & Luca Averna - Mare (Feat. Micko Roche) 15:22 Marc Hartman - Tears Run For Love 15:20 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 15:18 Florzinho - A La Luna 15:11 Blank & Jones - Flowing 15:09 Toby Ernest - Gonna Be Fine (Turbotito Ode To Keni Remix) 15:06 Dreamhunter - Good Morning 15:03 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 15:00 Strehlow Feat. Aylior - Ocean Alley 14:57 Planet Lounge - Shiva Dance 14:47 Vincenzo & Language - Merry Go Round 14:45 Moca - Entspanner 14:38 Lisa Shaw - Grown Apart 14:37 Five Seasons - Endlessly 14:33 Cafe-' Ibiza - Take It To (Original Mix) 14:30 Sollover - Train Of Love 14:27 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 14:24 Kaxamalka - You Take My Breath Away 14:17 Matisse & Jury Jet - Early Sunrise (Feat. S Khovansky) 14:12 From P60 Feat. Virag - You Take Me 14:09 Planet Lounge - Shiva Dance 14:05 Minus 8 Feat. Sharon Harris - Pussycat 13:59 Bes & Meret, Florito - La Danse (Florito Mix) 13:53 Lounge Generation Feat. Namara - Inner Voice 13:52 Kraak & Smaak - Guilty Discomforts (Feat. Wolfgang Valbrun) 13:48 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 13:45 Raye Simmons - Peek 13:40 Late Night Alumni - Summer Lies 13:36 Lemongrass - Femme Fatale (Original Mix) 13:27 Marc Hartman - Silhouettes (Original Mix) 13:22 Paul Moore - My Present 13:17 Living Room - Underwater Love (Original Mix) 13:16 Chillbirds - Breaking Out (Beach Mix) 13:12 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 13:10 Moondust - In Between Days (Feat. Querubyna) 13:07 Keep Shelly In Athens - Bright Morning 13:04 Setsuna - White Light 13:00 Blank & Jones W. Coralie Clément - J'en Reste Là 12:57 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 12:53 Kondencuotas Pienas Feat. Mill - So Pure (Lemongrass Remix) 12:47 Esonic - Mellow Swing 12:42 Blackfish - Bay Of Islands 12:40 Kuba - We Can Still Learn (Original Mix) 12:37 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 12:32 Roberto Sol - So Awesome (Cafe Del Mar Mix) 12:27 Bajka - The Beaver's Lesson (Mop Mop Jamaica Aroma Remix) 12:22 Afterlife - Breather (Arithunda Mix) 12:19 Shakes Seven - Castles In The Sky 12:16 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 12:13 Sean Hayman - Deep Believe (On Da Way Mix) 12:10 Andru Donalds - Hurts To Be In Love 12:00 Triangle Sun - Karelia (Original Mix) 11:58 Juzhin - Charlie Conscience (Feat. Mmaio) 11:51 Stephen Emmer - Under Your Spell Ft. Chaka Khan (Moods Remix) 11:43 Mirage Of Deep, Gushi - Subliminal Perception 11:40 Noel - Chalito (Ibiza Chillhouse Lounge Mix) 11:37 Aiemo Feat. Kristina Frazzitta - I Need You (Vocal Mix) 11:30 Marga Sol - Around Me (Original Mix) 11:27 Tina Dico - Break Of Day (The Stella Polaris Allstars Remix) 11:21 Luminous - Make It Happen 11:19 Gary B - Time To Slow It Down 11:12 Fobee - Broken Glass 11:07 Hessismore - Yes Boss 11:03 Let Em Riot - Rad 11:01 Xemplify - I'm Tired (Acoustic Mix) 10:57 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 10:53 Roberto Sol - So Awesome (Cafe Del Mar Mix) 10:47 Faro - Shape Of Sence 10:45 Brilliant Star - Pink Blue Hotel (Balearic Chill Guitar Mix) 10:41 Deeper Sublime - Buddha Cafe (Original Mix) 10:35 Mathieu - Deixe O Sol Entrar (Feat. Ana Paula & Luis Viola) 10:30 Atb Feat. Melissa Loretta - White Letters 10:25 Airstream - Chillin' Guitar (Trippin' Mix) 10:22 Cafe Americaine - Metropolitan Girl (Round The World Mix) 10:19 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 10:14 Capa - By Your Stair (Houie D. Remix) 10:11 Two Feet - Her Life 10:06 Jerome Noak Feat. Al Miller - You Got Me (Thomas Lemmer Chillout Remix) 10:05 Funkstar De Luxe - Tell Me Why 10:02 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 09:56 351 Lake Shore Drive - Ocean Blue 09:51 Rey Salinero - Didascalias Theme 09:49 Joe Le Blanc - Financial 09:46 Capa - Freezing Moon (Capa Remix) 09:42 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 09:41 Gary B - Song For Kaye 09:34 Five Seasons - Heaven 09:32 Climatic - L'horizzonte 09:29 Nofilter Feat. Furns - Just A Fling (Original Mix) 09:25 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 09:24 Lounge Armada - Seaside 09:14 Pnfa - Modules 09:12 L.o.s.i. - Anita 09:09 Deja-move Feat. Nneka - It-'s All Up 09:06 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 09:00 Honeyroot - Sweet As Honey 08:57 Blank & Jones - Relax (Vargo Vocal Mix) 08:50 Idenline - At Sunset (Original Mix) 08:48 Afterlife - Breather 08:45 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 08:39 Krystian Shek - Samarkand (Feat. Nina Ramsby) 08:33 Cafe Americaine - Marina Beach (Guitar Flow Mix) 08:28 Svendaq - Caribbean Dream 08:26 Vargo - Infinity (Original Mix) 08:19 Stuce The Sketch - Chuki Ya Nini 08:16 Weathertunes - Road Trip 08:13 Marga Sol - Other Side 08:10 Chamelodyon - Star Fruit Express 08:03 Cicada - Elle Et Moi 07:58 Oscar Salguero - With You 07:53 Science For Girls With Renee Cologne - Violets 07:52 Lemongrass - Nightglow 07:48 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 07:46 Vargo - One Language 07:40 Spooky - It's So Late 07:33 Colibri - Plage D'amour 07:32 Amour Fou - J-'aime Comme Tu Rit (Original Mix) 07:25 Idenline - Carry Heart (Original Mix) 07:19 Jens Buchert - The Falling Star (Nyc Mix) 07:18 Lounge Groove Avenue - Don't Be So Shy 07:14 Sinan Mercenk - France 07:11 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 07:09 Armand Frydman - Vacation Break 07:03 Pianochocolate - Morning Coffee 06:58 Jens Buchert - Sweetwood 06:56 Magenta - Slowsphere (After Ski Remix) 06:53 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 06:49 Lenny Mac Dowell Feat. Jazzamor - Je Te Veux 06:45 Vargo - The Meaning Of Life 06:42 Pnfa - Second Sunrise (Original Mix) 06:38 Cinematic - Noises (Dream Of You Mix) 06:35 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 06:27 The Sushi Club - Hamaguri 06:24 Dalminjo - And She Said (Ex-Girlfriend Mix) 06:18 Beth Orton - Daybreaker 06:16 Marc Hartman - I Can't Stop 06:12 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 06:07 Magic Waves - Remember 06:04 Luis Hermandez - One Love 05:57 Artemis - Subterranean 05:55 Jean Mare - Everything (Original Mix) 05:51 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 05:49 Hp. Hoeger - Calm Down 05:42 Fenomenon - Out Of Control 05:37 Jane Maximova - A Straw 05:36 Artenovum & Frank Doberitz - Colours Of My Mind (Deep East Cut) 05:29 Krono - First Kiss (Feat. Lijie) 05:24 Monique Bon - La Musique 05:19 Smooth Deluxe - My Sunny Day 05:16 Mo' Horizons - Superworld 05:13 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 05:07 Cream Soda - Woman 05:00 Syntheticsax & Slava Gold - Memoirs (Chillout Version) 04:58 Minus 8 - Badman & Throbin (Gabor Deutsch Lovely Vocal Remix) 04:54 Luis Hermandez - Thru The Night 04:51 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 04:50 Moonnight - I Need A New Love (Feat. Neptune) 04:43 Reunited - Sun Is Shining (Out Of Sight Remix) 04:37 Bobby Deep - Angel (Christos Fourkis Lounge Mix) 04:34 Groovecatcher - Ultramarina (Original Mix) 04:31 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 04:26 Lemongrass - On The Edge Of Time (Feat. Karen Gibson Roc) 04:21 Gaba Milani - Open Your Eyes (Original Mix) 04:15 Danny Hay - Night In (Original Mix) 04:12 Blank & Jones - Relax (Vargo Vocal Mix) 04:09 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 04:01 Tactful - No Fear 03:55 Soleil Fisher - Fast And Slow 03:50 Roger Sanchez - Another Chance (Afterlife Remix) 03:46 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 03:41 Tim Angrave - Dreamescape 03:35 Mo Horizon - Gonna Be 03:34 Mellie 0 Neil - Rainy Days 03:31 Saib. - Archipelago 03:27 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 03:24 Kusuma Orchestra - Nightfall 03:17 G-spliff - Won-'t Part 03:12 Mystic Diversions - Wave A Little Light (Feat. Wendy Lewis) 03:11 Jazazamor - Tonight 03:07 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 03:06 Xerxes & Phoenix - Scarecrow 03:00 Dadamnphreaknoizphunk (Feat. Jen) - Waiting 02:54 Tanga - Sink 02:51 Sunyata Project - Pi Lo Chun (Extended Mix) 02:48 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 02:45 Kiwi Twist - Jazz Lady 02:40 Sven Van Paapen - Love Me Slow (Smooth Vocal Flair Mix) 02:35 Crystal Theory - (Don't Fear) The Reaper 02:34 Luis Hermandez - Serenity (Original Mix) 02:31 Nitin Sawhney - Sunset 02:24 Velvet Lounge Project - Ven A Mi 02:18 Cocogroove - Copa Dos Santos (Brazil Cut) 02:16 Gary B - Love Rain Down 02:13 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 02:07 Mind Conventions - Sweet Fever 02:04 Artenovum, Oliver Schlolaut - The Sun Is Shining 01:58 Ms. Jones, The Fireflies - 5am (Lana In The Video Sadness Cut) 01:56 Gushi & Raffunk - Karma Drops 01:52 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 01:47 351 Lake Shore Drive - Ocean Blue (Cafe Ibiza Edit) 01:45 Aqua Mundi - Simple Ou Double 01:38 Dave Ross - Playboy 01:35 Cantoma - Paloma (Mudds Slender Loris Mix) 01:32 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 01:27 Sky Sergeant - Orion Trail (Eclipse Mix) 01:21 Faruk Sabanci - As Faces Fade 01:16 Zero 7 - Passing By 01:15 Minus Blue - Be As One (Klangstein Edit) 01:11 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 01:07 Topazz - Behind The Wheel 01:02 Christos Fourkis - If You Love Me 00:57 Dejamove - Warmin-' 00:55 Dead Horse Beats - Easy Nothing 00:52 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 00:47 Dakota Soul - Tha Gud Ole Daze 00:41 Kentaro Takizawa - Gradual Life (Silent Dream Version) 00:36 Night Loungers - A Little Lazy Morning In Paris (French Kiss Vocal Mix) 00:34 Raffunk - King Of Pain (Feat. Gushi) 00:31 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 00:25 Michael E - Shadows & Light (Original Mix) 00:23 Tycho - Weather 00:16 Pauline London - Love Can Sing 00:15 Fairlight - Te Amo (Feat. Linda Lowe) 00:11 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 00:10 Alien Cafe - Sundae Dream 00:03 Avalounge - Confessions On A Lounge Flow (Smooth Sax Edit) 00:02 Jens Buchert - Mystic Flower

#Radio SunLounge Romania #Chillout #Lounge #Downtempo #Ambient #Trance #2023 #April 2023

[thealtoduck]

Headcanons for Male Black Cat!Reader…

Peter Parker x Male Black Cat!Reader

Warnings: I have rewatched Scream Queens so sexual and rude vocabulary, theft, shoplifting, low key kleptomania…

Summary: Play whatever ”Baddie” playlist you have…

——

A good question would be why you, wanted to be the Black Cat. In all honesty you had no real reason to run around in tight black spandex.

Were you in need of the things you stole?… no.

You are the hottest guy at midtown high so are there better things you could be doing?… definetely.

You couldn’t really explain why you did what you did, it was just… fun.

Guess from an outside perspective one could say you were just easily bored… or possibly some kind of sociopath *shrugs in don’t care*

But if someone asked you’d probably go with the first option of being easily bored. Which to be fair you definetely were considering what your social life looked like, in the words of Beyoncé ”It’s fine, it’s boring but it’s… whatever”

All of your friends are these rich kids who are forced by their parents to go to a school of science and technology and all they ever do is party and drink and other more explicit stuff.

Your parents aren’t much better, your father is an upper middle class alcholic who takes a shot of vodka at every meal, and most likely wouldn’t notice if you smuggled in 5 guys into the house for an orgy. And your dear mother is a prison inmate.

The most fun thing you had in your life was your popular TikTok account which was basically just you doing a bunch of thirst traps and getting a bunch of followers and sponsors for it, which was only fun because you were getting payed to look hot next to the product of whatever crappy brand sponsored you, it’s basically the perfect scam because it’s perfectly legal to profit of other peoples thistyness.

But even that didn’t really make you feel that much. The only time you’ve ever felt truly alive was one time a year ago when you and your friend went shopping for clothes.

You had tried on a pair of cute sunglasses and forgot to put them back as you and your friend walked around the store. The tag had been put on badly so it fell of at some point, so no one noticed the glasses weren’t yours when you left. The security camera guy must’ve been sleeping.

When you realised you were wearing the sunglasses you knew you were supposed to feel guilty about accidentally shoplifting, but you didn’t. In your mind you only had the sunglasses because of other peoples incompitence so why would you return them.

But in some way it also made you feel satisfied as if you had outsmarted everyone who worked there.

So you tried shoplifting something else and then something else and then some more. You weren’t really suprised how easily stealing came to you after all your mother is in prison for cat burguling.

You kept going bigger and bigger with what you stole until you crafted your own persona the Black Cat. You used your technical skills to craft yourself an awesome make shift suit with different parts and equipment you stole.

You took your suit out for a test to a jewelry store during the night. You snuck in and out, you easily managed to get some rings and a diamond necklace.

As you were back on rooftop you felt satisfied with your suits performance when you heard a voice behind you. ”The jewelry store is still open? Those poor workers, victims of capitalism.” He said sarcastically.

You had totally forgotten that Spider-Man was around during the night. ”Oh please, it’s not like they are the ones who mine the gems and the metals or make the jewelry. They get the easy part” you said trying to distract him with conversation while you found an escape route.

”Oh yeah, that’s true, i hope these are not one of those stores that get gems and- Wait! Where are you going?!” He started but then realised you had made a run for it. He started chasing after you.

Spider-Man would soon realise that you were no easy catch as he chased you over several buildings. Not only were you fast but you were skilled acrobat who easily made your way over or under obstacles.

You realised you wouldn’t be able to outrun him. So it was time to show what happened when you mess with a Black Cat.

You jumped the gap to another building and as soon as you landed you dropped a bunch of small marbles you brought and you heard from the thud behind you that they worked.

However when you looked back he was still on your tail. You looked around and saw the perfect place to get rid of someone a construction site. You used your suits grappling hook to grapple over to the building that was under construction and landed in what you’d describe a maze of metal beams.

You found somewhere to hide and waited for Spider-Man so you could sneak up on him. You heard his voice from below you saying ”Come out kitty, kitty, kitty.” When his back was turned you jumped out with you leg extended for a kick.

But he doged out of the way right in the last second and said ”Almost got me”. So you started throwing hands… paws?… claws?… whatever! You started fighting him.

You managed to lure him towards one of the metal beams on the to-be-buildings edge. You shot your grappling hook to the beam above you and grabbed Spider-Man in what looked like a hug and jumped of the beam towards the ground and let go of Spider-Man. You then activated your grappling hook and was pulled up towards the building again as you watched Spider-Man fall.

You then swung away from you construction sight and onto another rooftop. ”I’m good” you said proudly but less then a second later you were tackled to the ground at the rooftops edge. You looked at your attacker and saw that Spider-Man had managed to catch himself from the fall. ”But i’m better” he said in a cocky tone as he pinned you down with your hands over your head.

”Damn, i like you on top of me” you said sensually probably making him go all red in the face under the mask. You noticed that his grip had loosened on your arms, it was easy to make him lose consentration. So you seized the moment and wrestled an arm lose and used it to grip his mask and pull it up over his mouth and push you lips to his.

To your suprise he didn’t pull back. While he was distracted you readied yourself and kicked him off you and threw him of the rooftop into the ally below, where he landed nicely in a dumpster.

You looked down into the ally and said loudly ”Well i gotta go, but just so you know i had a really good time and you’re a nice kisser Spider!”. You then ran off into the night leaving a quite defeated and smelly Spider-Man behind.

The next day…

Peter woke up the next day still feeling sore from his Spider-Man activities the day before. He opened TikTok on his phone and went to his for you page and saw his school crush Y/n Hardy doing some trendy oversexual dance shirtless in just shorts and some jewelry.

Aunt May walked into to his room and told him it was time for breakfast but then she noticed something. ”Peter, you gotta take a shower, you smell like you’ve been thrown in a dumpster” she said in a maternal tone.

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[fncreature]

You Don't Need to Compare to the Godlike (2)

Because the best lovers always start, and end, at friends

Part One: I Can't Compare to the Godlike

A/n: Sorry this took a little while! I've been busy, we started redoing my house a bit, and then Empires ended so I was pretty distracted. I tried to make this one a touch more lighthearted (ish kinda not really), but I hope you enjoy!

Thanks to @divalicious-jessa-blog for prompting me to write a part 2, and for all your support!

Your sobs were quiet, but not silent.

You did your absolute best not to cry, but you couldn’t stop yourself.

And that was because he was right.

Peter was right, and it tore your heart into pieces.

On paper, there was no choice; Ikaris would win, everytime. But Peter, you and Peter had history. A past that you and Ikaris would never get.

You met Peter before everything.

Before he was Spider-Man, before you became an Avenger, before even Iron Man.

Because the best lovers always start as friends.

It took five years of just friendship to become more.

It took two years of being more to become broken.

You had been on comms with Peter when it happened. You were with Steve, him with Stark.

Both of you had lost that day.

Neither of you would ever admit the amount of time you spent in an embrace on the battlefield, or the amount of tears that were shed.

The rift between the two of you had been obvious, but the both of you ignored it. Because you loved Peter, and you wanted to keep loving him.

And Peter was the bigger person. He recognized it, and did his best not to break your heart.

He did, but he tried.

And you felt so, so guilty.

“Y/n?”

You looked up immediately.

Ikaris. It was Ikaris. Half of your pain.

“Go away” You told him.

“Are you alright?” He asked, obvious concern and worry in his voice.

“Go away” You repeated.

“Y/n” “Stop it, Ikaris! If you want to know why I’m crying then go f*cking ask yourself! Just- Just go, and don’t try to talk to me” You shouted, a harsh bitterness in your voice that Ikaris couldn’t understand.

“I just-”

“Go”

And to your relief, he actually did.

Not to your relief, he sent Bucky back.

“Hey kid” Bucky smiled softly, leaning in your doorway. “Need anythin’?”

“Stop it, Bucky” You said, trying to wipe away the tears that were still rapidly spilling down your cheeks.

“Hey” He said, sitting down next to you on your bed. “What’s wrong?”

His voice was so sincere and soft, and you hated it. You hated everything, especially Ikaris.

“Peter. Ikaris. He-” “If that b*stard hurt you I will personally go kick his *ss right now, is that something that needs to happen?”

You laughed a little. “Possibly”

“What’s going on, huh?” Bucky asked.

And without thinking, the story fumbled out, and as soon as you finished, Bucky stood up.

“Parker‘ll be here in fifteen or so, I’ll grab you a hot chocolate, and then I’m gonna go kick that Eternal’s *ss, ‘kay?” Bucky asked.

You would never tell, but Bucky was you favorite member of the team. Because he was overprotective of you, he felt like a father to you, and you loved that about him.

“Just don’t let him hurt you, okay?” You asked.

“Parker, Ikaris, or the stove?” Bucky joked.

“Ikaris, but don’t let metal touch the stove again” You chuckled, smiling slightly.

“Will keep that in mind” Bucky nodded, before walking off.

He was true to his word though, he brought you a hot chocolate, and Peter.

Peter stood awkwardly as Bucky walked away.

“What’s going on, Y/n?” Peter asked.

“I’m sorry.” You said softly, setting your cup on your nightstand. “Pete, I am so, so, so sorry” He looked a small bit concerned.

“You were right” You breathed. “And I’m sorry, but not the reason you think. I hope, at least. Peter, I made a mistake. A few massive f*cking mistakes, actually. You don’t have to win me back because I’m bringing myself back.”

“Y/n I told you, if you love him, please don’t get hung up on me and-”

“I don’t love him, Peter! I don’t and I’m sorry! It- I used to like him, maybe a little but it was never full love, it never was. But- I- I think what sealed that image’s frame was Ikaris. He’s perfect on paper, and I think he loved me. But I don’t love him, I love you”

“Mildly off topic, but do you hear punches or something outside?” Peter asked.

“Yeah, ignore it” You said, hiding a grin.

“Anyway, Y/n, I told you, I can’t compare to-”

“You don’t need to compare to the Godlike! And you shouldn’t have to because you’re perfect too! But he’s Superhero-perfect and you’re perfect for me. He may be everything someone would want, but I’m not someone. And if you want me back, I’d be unbelievably happy to throw myself back into your arms and punch Ikaris in the face”

Peter snickered a little. “Are you sure?” “Of course” You said. “Petey”

And in the blink of your eye, you were in his arms, and you were both crying.

“Y/n, is this really what you want?” Peter asked softly.

“You’re everything I want”

~

You held Peter’s hand tightly as you walked to the rec room.

“Hey guys” Bucky said, looking up from a book. “How’s it going?”

“How’d the fight go?” You asked, looking away from Peter’s expression of bewilderment.

“Went better than I expected. Turns out, if you don’t let him use any of his powers, he’s surprisingly weak.” Bucky shrugged.

“Huh” You nodded.

“I’m sorry, can someone please explain?” Peter asked.

“Ikaris is the reason we broke up and I told Bucky so Bucky went to kick Ikaris’ *ss after he brought you” You explained.

“So that was the punching?” Peter asked, and you and Bucky nodded.

You and Peter had just sat down when a battered, bruised, Ikaris stormed in.

“What the actual h*ll, Barnes, I thought- Oh, hello Y/n” Ikaris said, immediately switching tones when he noticed you. He also noticed you holding hands with Peter.

And it was all he was staring at.

“Ikaris, if you didn’t know, me and Peter have been dating for two- Petey does the blip count since we didn’t technically break up?” Peter shook his head. “Two years”

Ikaris bit his lip.

“I assumed you had broken up when I saw you crying earlier, but-”

“That was actually your fault, sir” Peter spoke up.

“I was informed” Ikaris replied harshly.

“I’m sure Sersi would love to love you, so you’re not outta options, so you can go now, Ikaris” You said.

“What happened to us being friends, Y/n?” Ikaris asked.

“You not wanting to stay that way”

“Damn” Peter mumbled under his breath.

Ikaris quickly moved out, his face turning a red hue.

“Honestly, I thought there’d be a lot more yelling and crying in that discussion” You remarked.

Peter nodded.

“I love you” You whispered to him, and for the first time in what felt like forever, your lips met.

#avengers x reader #peter parker x reader #spiderman x reader #ikaris x reader #avengers imagine #peter parker imagine #spiderman imagine #ikaris imagine #creature writes #avengers #mcu #eternals

[lemonpeter]

STARKER: by Peter B. Parker

Chapter 10: Doppelgänger

A/N: hello and welcome back to this clusterfuck of a fic! i, bloo, sincerely apologize for the delay in the posting of this chapter. real life took over for a bit, i started coming out of my winter depression session and feeling better led to me doing more things irl, and thus fandom took a seat on the back burner for a couple of hot secs.

bri has been SO patient with me and she is the best and the sweetest for dealing with my ADD ass. <3 we love bri.

ANYWHO-

we also love y’all, and appreciate you so much! hopefully updates will become more regular again.

thanks for sticking with us, bloo and bri <3

(Bri here: real life has been wild for both of us lol bloo is wonderful 💕 also it feels like I’m gushing about myself since I’m the one posting but I promise that note was copied from what bloo wrote on the doc-)

Warnings: Peter is Not Okay, angst, whump, g*n mention, wound mention, guilt, victim blaming, g*slighting (lemme know if I need to add)

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***

“Did Tony just get- shot?” Ned asked incredulously, eyes wide with disbelief. “Peter shot him?”

“I mean...yes? I think? But wait, look- Peter’s acting like he doesn’t know what’s going on. Did he not do that?” Paige rushed the words out, gazing intently at the screen for a moment. Then she turned and looked first at Ned, then at the other agents in the room. “We didn’t do that, did we?” When everyone hurriedly shook their heads with wide eyes, the teen included, she sighed and took off her glasses to run her hands down her face. “So he’s shooting people now?”

Another heavy sigh sounded from a few feet away. Fury closed his eye, taking a deep breath before cutting his gaze to an agent who was leaning against the doorway, arms crossed as he stared at the monitor. “Grayson.” The man stood up straight, blinking with a sheepish expression on his face and he looked over at the director. “Contact May Parker. Now.”

The agent frowned and hesitated before ultimately deciding to speak up. “But… Sir, didn’t she ask that we not-”

Fury was quick to interrupt, his tone biting. “I’m sure she would like to be notified that her nephew has turned homicidal,” the bald man spat, rolling his eye in irritation. “Now like I said- contact May Parker and let her know that there have been some…developments.”

Even if it wasn’t intentional, the violence was still Peter’s doing. Which didn’t seem like a good sign.

He let out a heavy breath. “Tell her that a car will be outside her apartment waiting for her within the next two hours.”

The already tense atmosphere of the room only grew as Fury never looked away from the man, keeping their gazes locked as he dared the agent to question his authority for a second time.

“Of course, Director Fury.” Eyes on the ground, Grayson quickly turned and walked through the doorway, the other occupants turning back to their tasks.

Everyone’s eyes were trained on the screens as they watched Peter all but drag Tony into the penthouse from the elevator. The older man didn’t look good in any sense of the word, not even close. He was pale, sweaty, with rattled breathing and an ever-growing bloodstain covering his chest. And Peter’s panic was clearly visible on his face.

After a few moments, Ned spoke up, discomfort lacing his tone. “I- Someone please tell me he’s not about to do what I think he is…”

“Holy shit,” Paige breathed. Her hand placed itself over her mouth that was dropped open.

Noises of shock echoed throughout the space, and Ned averted his eyes, swallowing with difficulty.

Agent Hill spoke up for the first time since the scene had unravelled. “I don’t think Peter’s controlling this thing, not anymore.”

Fury turned to look at her, gaze narrowed. “What do you mean? The illusion is obviously running, and I’m assuming that means the glasses are receiving input from him. Right Leeds?”

Ned, still unable to keep his eyes on the monitors, nodded slowly. “Yes, sir. Th-That’s correct.”

It was Hill’s turn to nod, then. “Yes, that’s true, but not what I meant. I don’t think he is consciously influencing the illusions anymore. Or at least not completely.”

Paige hummed softly, head hanging as she leaned down over one of the desks. The dark ringlets of her hair fell around her like a curtain, obscuring her face. “I agree. He seems to still be in control of some aspects, like location. And he was able to, uh, place the sutures. Successfully stopping Mr. Stark from bleeding out. But he wasn’t able to heal him indirectly, even though he obviously tried.”

“What...but then how? Why are things happening if Peter isn’t the one doing the um, influencing?” Ned turned back to the screens, specifically the one full of lines and lines of green characters. He wasn’t ready to look at the others yet. “I’m constantly checking the logs and the security, there have been no breaches. Um. Other than us, that is.” He looked back up, waiting for a response from one of the others, eyes searching Paige’s hopefully, but none came.

No one had an answer to that question.

***

Tony may have been the one who got shot, but there was a hole in the middle of Peter’s chest, too. Raw, tender, cavernous...aching with every single breath that he took.

And he couldn’t close it up, like he had done Tony’s, because the piece of him that was meant to be there was just...gone.

Missing.

And he had no idea how to get it back.

Something was glaringly and obviously wrong, but Peter didn’t know what exactly it was, or what he was supposed to do. Despite having tried his hardest to fix things, nothing was getting better. It was all just...getting worse. (He was getting worse-)

He knew that something was missing. It felt like a huge part of him had been ripped from his life, leaving a gaping void that couldn’t be filled.

And things were only getting worse, still.

Especially between him and Tony.

Peter had thought that things were okay as Tony recovered from his...injury. Not perfect, but okay. Good. Improving. Sure, his husband had been quiet and subdued for the past few days. But he thought that was reasonable and to be expected, the man was in pain. (He was in pain, too, though. Tony didn’t seem to notice. Or care.)

But even now that the older man was mostly healed, there was still a strange tension between them. Distance.

And Peter had no fucking idea what to do about it. Because Tony refused to tell him what was wrong.

Deep down, Peter knew. He knew that everything was wrong, that the whole situation was wrong, that there was no part of their world that was even remotely okay. But if he acknowledged that fact, what was the point? Of any of it? What did he have then, without this, without Tony? Absolutely nothing. So he just wouldn’t acknowledge it.

He’d tried everything he could think of. He’d been attentive to Tony’s every need during his recovery, keeping him supplied with food and water, providing entertainment in the form of working together on various projects and watching TV or reading together, never letting the man out of his sight for more than a few minutes at a time.

He’d even tried to initiate sex, once it seemed Tony was feeling better, so that they could be close to each other in such an intimate way in hopes that it woud fix things. Nothing too strenuous on his husband’s part, of course. Peter had simply wanted to make the older man feel good, bring him some pleasure and show him just how much he meant to his lover.

And Tony had turned him down each time, always pushing him away softly with that clouded, far away look in his eyes. The one that had been there ever since he’d brought up his feelings about what had happened with May.

Now that the older man was better, now that he was healed and had more energy and things could possibly go better, Peter was still too scared to try. He didn’t want to be rejected again. He didn’t know if he could handle it.

He didn’t understand Tony’s refusal in the first place. This world was supposed to be whatever he wanted. And what he wanted was for his husband to want him again, for his husband to love him, touch him, smile at him the way that he used to. And that obviously was not what was happening.

Why did it feel like Tony had more control over things than he did? Sure, the teen intended for his partner to have some semblance of autonomy, in that he could take care of himself and his basic needs, but Peter consciously gave him that autonomy. But now…

Now it seemed like Tony was able to actually think for himself on some level, which would explain why he was able to remember the incident with May despite Peter’s best attempts, and why he seemed hesitant to bring it up to Peter.

And he could see it in Tony’s eyes, the way he didn’t quite know what to make of what little information he did have.

Peter didn’t want to add to the confusion, or cause any more frustration. He didn’t want to stress Tony out.

But he couldn’t tell him the truth, either.

There was nothing he could do.

***

Peter gazed into the bathroom, hands gripping the door frame as he watched Tony.

The older man was standing under the spray of the shower. His hand gingerly rubbed at his chest with a washcloth, head back and eyes closed so as to not look at the mottled knot of scar tissue there.

Peter wanted so badly to join him, his husband, to stand there wrapped in his arms and surrounded by the warmth of the water.

But Tony didn’t want him.

Not anymore.

The two of them were merely coexisting at this point. It was like they weren’t married anymore, not really, like they had slipped back into that painful distance from before, when Tony was still Mr. Stark and Peter was just that fucking kid.

Tony hadn’t touched him since the accident.

“That’s a pretty nasty scar he’s got there, huh? I know you tried to stitch him up but damn. No awards for your suture technique, that’s for sure.”

Peter turned around so fast that he was sure he nearly snapped his neck. That was- That was his voice.

But he knew he hadn’t said anything.

Craning his neck and peering around the large bedroom with wide eyes, Peter held his breath as he listened intently. The sounds of Tony showering could be heard from the open bathroom door. He couldn’t hear anything else, but he could have sworn... “H-hello?” The teen kept turning his head, eyes wide as he looked for any sign of someone else in the room with him.

“Up here.”

And up there he was. Crouched on the ceiling, a position Peter frequently found himself in, was... well, Peter. Another Peter.

He was smirking, something sinister and unsettling glinting in his dark eyes as he gazed down upon his counterpart. “For someone with a sixth sense, it’s really sad that I had to give myself away for you to notice me. So much for that Peter-tingle. You really are losing it, Spider-Boy. Pathetic.” His grin only grew as the words left his mouth.

Peter gaped up at him, heart pounding. What the fuck was going on? He blinked a few times as he tried to take control of the illusion, alter whatever was happening. It wasn’t working. Just like when Tony had been shot. “Who are-“

The other Peter was quick to cut off his questioning. His eyes flashed. “Don’t act like you don’t know. You know exactly who I am.” The double dropped from the ceiling, standing right across from Peter.

It was like looking into a mirror. The doppelgänger was a spitting image of Peter, save for the dark look in his eyes and the cocky smirk pulling at his lips.

“I-I don’t know.” Peter shook his head, soft yet frantic. He was still desperately trying to influence the situation, hands shaking as he clenched them at his sides.”

Not-Peter shook his head in return, laughing as he copied the action. But the sound was cold and harsh, no joy in it at all. “I’m you, you fucking coward. It’s as simple as that. All of this is you! Stop pretending you don’t know what’s going on.”

Peter didn’t want to believe it. This…fake him was cruel. He could never be like that. He never wanted to be anything like that.

The doppelganger scoffed. “You’re no fucking saint, Peter, no matter how much you’d like to convince Tony that you are. He’s catching on, isn’t he? Starting to realize that things aren’t as perfect as you’ve been making them out to be?”

“That’s n-not true,” Peter stuttered as he tried to control his breathing. “You don’t know anything about Tony. Don’t bring him into this-”

“How are things with Tony, by the way?” The doppelganger’s lip curled up at the pained expression that took over Peter’s face. “Ohhh, that bad huh? I can’t say I’m surprised…” He let himself trail off. “It really is sad, you know, Peter? Call me redundant but I feel it needs to be said again, so bare with me. You’re pathetic.”

“Stop,” Peter ground out, hands clenched into fists at his sides. His eyes were clenched shut, but when he heard the other move, his lids flew open instinctively. “You aren’t- You aren’t real.”

A harsh bark of a laugh seemed to echo throughout the room. “I’m as real as anyone you’ve been interacting with these days.”

“That’s not true,” Peter said softly, denying what he knew deep down was, in fact, the truth.

Not-Peter scoffed, taking a step towards his double. He shook his head softly in admonishment. “You really are pathetic.” He’d made it more than obvious how much joy the word brought him, with the way it all but oozed from his lips. “Like I was saying, this whole thing is tragic, it really is, Peter. You know that there is no way that Tony Stark could have ever wanted you, in any sense of the word. Definitely not like this, this weird relationship you’ve conjured up as a byproduct of your unaddressed daddy issues. That’s why you ran away, like the little fucking coward that you are. You ran, so that you could hide out and construct this sick little fantasy world of yours.

“And how’s that working out for you…kid? It’ll tell you: you shot your husband because he was starting to question you, and of course you couldn’t have that. How dare Tony be anything other than the obedient little puppet you want him to be.”

“That’s not true,” Peter choked out, chest constricting. “I- I didn’t do that, it wasn’t me! I tried- I tried to stop it, I tried to undo it but it wouldn’t work so I had to- I had to f-fix him-”

The double cut him off again, as if he had never spoken at all. “I guess you’re right in that sense, so I’ll give you that. I know it wasn’t you. Because it was me.” He paused, hand moving up to his chin as he pretended to think, waxing philosophical. “But then again, I am you, so-”

“You aren’t me,” Peter argued one last time, knowing it wasn’t true. His voice was weak because he knew the truth. Even if he didn’t want to believe it, refused to believe it. “And I would never hurt Tony.”

“No? Not even after he abandoned you?” The fake Peter was taunting him, voice dripping with condescension. “Because you were having some pretty contradictory thoughts that are leading me to believe otherwise. Remember how angry you were?”

Of course he remembered. The teen had been so hurt and betrayed and he knew it was irrational. But Peter was certain that he wouldn’t- he would never actually hurt Tony. He couldn’t.

But how else did he get shot, if Peter was the one in control?

“Stop it,” Peter snapped, voice full of vitriol. Then he instantly recoiled, stomach sinking. That wasn’t him. The angry, frustrated feelings that he kept having weren’t him. They couldn’t be. He couldn’t act like that, that’s how he got here in the first place, it was everything he was trying to fix.

It was how Tony had gotten hurt.

Maybe he hadn’t been holding the gun, but he’d been the one that caused it to happen.

Peter became aware that the sounds of the shower had stopped when he finally shifted his focus away from the double and back to his husband. Partner. Whoever they were now. He heard footsteps approaching and didn’t have enough time to try and make the doppelgänger disappear.

“Pete?” Tony asked softly, rubbing his hair dry with the towel in his hands. Another was wrapped around his waist, leaving his chest bare. (Peter’s eyes were immediately drawn to the scar.) “Were you just...waiting out here for me?”

His eyes were on the double, unaware that it wasn’t actually Peter, not catching on to the fact that there were two of them yet.

“Of course I was,” not-Peter said, eyes blown wide as he attempted to look innocent, to look like Peter. “It’s not like there’s anything else I could be doing.”

Tony’s eyebrows furrowed. “What? What the hell is that supposed to mean?” When he had first emerged from the bathroom, his tone had been light, more so than it had been since his injury. It had sparked something hopeful inside Peter, and now his heart ached to hear the rough, distrustful edge come back.

“Oh, I mean,” the doppelganger continued with his act, though Peter could see the mirth shining in his eyes. “I just meant that, y’know, there’s nothing else I would rather be doing. Otherwise I would be doing it, since I am control-”

Peter was across the room before he was conscious of the movement, backing the interloper up against the wall and pressing his forearm up to his throat. “Shut the fuck up,” the teen growled desperately, voice breaking. “You ruined everything-”

The double struggled in Peter’s hold, face turning slightly red. His voice was raspy and choked off when he spoke. His nails dug into the skin of Peter’s arm. “Which means you ruined it yourself, you fucking coward! Go ahead, tell him. Tell Tony-”

“Peter? Tell me what? Who is- Peter, what the hell is going on?”

“Shut up!” Peter’s fist jerked back before it flew forward, connecting with the nose of the body in front of him. He heard Tony gasp and call out his name, but he ignored the man in favor of swinging his arm forward again. “I hate you! Why won’t you go away? I hate you!”

Despite the blood pouring out of his nose and rolling in crimson rivulets down his face, not-Peter grinned, the red smearing in sharp contrast on the white of his teeth. “We all knew you hated yourself, Peter, that’s not news.”

When Peter moved like he was going to strike again, Tony decided to actually intervene, even though he still had no idea what was going on. “Hey, Peter- Peter, baby, come here, let him go. This isn’t you baby-”

The teen let out a panicked gasp, melting into the other man’s embrace. “But it is,” he cried, brokenly. “It is me Tony, I-”

Tony hushed him, holding Peter close. He still didn’t know what was going on, but he needed to try and keep Peter calm. And from fighting the other one. “I know this isn’t you. You wouldn’t hurt anyone,” he said softly. Although he wasn’t sure he believed himself. He was so lost with everything going on, he didn’t know what to believe.

The other Peter just stayed leaning against the wall, arms crossed. “You don’t even know, Tony.” The name was said like an insult. “You don’t get any of this, do you?”

“Shut up,” Peter whispered, all the fight leaving his body as he was held. “Just stop. You need to go away.” Why couldn’t he just make the imposter disappear? He was in control.

At least, he was supposed to be.

A grotesquely sinister expression took over the doppelganger’s face. His eyes were bright, burning, as his gaze locked with Peter’s.

The expression set the teen’s already frayed nerves on edge. He froze in Tony’s arms, heart pounding. Why was he looking at him like that? And why was that look so familiar? Where had he seen-

“It’s pretty easy to fool people when they’re already fooling themselves, Peter.”

The reaction was almost instantaneous.

“No, no, no, no,” Peter muttered to himself, voice shaking. His hands moved to his head, pulling at his hair, and when he opened his eyes for a moment, it wasn’t his own face staring back at him.

It was Beck.

“You’re not real,” he whispered, choking on his breath. “Y-you’re not-”

“Peter, baby, you’ve gotta calm-”

“N-not real-”

***

“Peter, sweetie, could you take the rolls out of the oven?”

“Sure thing, mama.” He opened his eyes, glancing back before going to do as she said. That was better.

“And where’s that husband of yours, he’s joining us for dinner, right?”

Peter bit his lip. He hadn’t even noticed that Tony wasn’t there. “He should be back soon, just had to step out for work.” There, that sounded convincing enough.

“Such a hard worker, that Tony,” May chirped, a grin pulling at her lips as she sliced tomatoes for the salad. “You really lucked out, Petey.”

It was a sweet thing to say. It was exactly what he thought about Tony. But it sure as hell wasn’t anything that May would say. However, Peter just let the genuine affection in her tone relax him, letting out a soft sigh. “I really did, Aunt May. I really did.” He smiled at her and then to himself as he got the rolls from the oven and set the pan on the counter.

Ben snorted, taking a sip of his beer. “Stark’s the lucky one, May-Flower. Pete’s quite the catch. Takes after ‘is uncle.” At Richard’s eye roll, he laughed again. The sound filled Peter’s chest with a fuzzy warmth. “Fine. And his father. Parker men ain’t nothing to mess with.”

“Uh huh, right.” May laughed. “I agree with you on one thing, though. Parker men are definitely something else, that’s for sure,” she teased.

Peter laughed along with them, but it was all beginning to feel uncomfortable on some level. He felt just as empty as he knew the rest of his guests were.

His doppelgänger’s words kept racing through his mind. Beck’s words. (“If you were good enough, maybe Tony would-“)

But he pushed them away, steeling himself and blinking blearily for a few seconds. His gaze locked on the food spread out over the counter. None of that mattered.

He was at dinner with his family. They were all there, happy and healthy. Together, the way it should be. There was nothing that he needed to be worried about.

#starker #peter parker #tony stark #tony x peter #tony stark x peter parker #B&B write #SbPBP #Peter’s EDITH!verse #starker angst #ironspider #tw gaslighting #tw victim blaming #tw gun mention

[spideyfic]

As You Walk on By (Will You Call My Name?)

Peter Parker made a deal with the Devil and now he's paying his dues.

(A purely speculative fic based on the set pictures from today)

He walks down Manhattan Avenue, snowflakes settling in his hair as he alternates between checking the building numbers and the address written on the piece of paper he holds. He’s not really familiar with Brooklyn, but the Brooklyn Daily Eagle ran an article about the holiday window art in a donut shop called Peter Pan, crediting the artist as Michelle Jones, and his heart had jumped right up into his throat.

He’s wearing Ben’s old jacket with the broken zip that has to be twenty years old, the padding bunched awkwardly in the back where May had tried to save money on dry cleaning by throwing it in the washing machine, and he should be cold, but he’s flushed with nervy excitement.

He knows this probably isn’t a good idea.

But he’s doing it anyway.

It feels strange to be walking down the street as Peter Parker without anyone batting an eyelid, after six months of being public enemy number one. Spider-Man might still be wanted, but Peter Parker is just a dorky loner wanted by nobody other than his Aunt May.

He finally sees the bakery, recognizes MJ’s artwork in the windows. There’s a penguin holding a menorah, and it makes him pause for a moment, remembering the hand-drawn Chanukah card she’d given him the first holiday after the Blip, featuring very same penguin. But then he sees her through the window, placing fresh donnuts on a tray, and he’s overcome with the need to see her again. He takes five big strides and yanks the door open, practically bursting into the store.

MJ looks up as he walks in, raising an eyebrow. She’s wearing a look of disinterest and a long, white sleeved tee under a truly hideous mint green tunic with a pink collar and cuffs. “What can I do for you?”

She’s there right in front of him, alive and well, and it’s almost overwhelming. He suddenly regrets coming to find her, her lack of recognition cutting him to the core, but he’s here now, staring at her with his mouth gaping open like he’s some kind of dumbass fish, so he squints at the menu behind her. “Uh – a small Ho Ho Ho hot chocolate to go, please.”

She fills a cup with chocolate powder and milk, holding it under the steamer. “Hey, you go to Midtown, right?” she says, looking back over her shoulder. “You’re in B stream.”

That’s news to him, but he rolls with it. “Yeah. Peter. I mean, I’m Peter Parker.”

“Alliterative,” she says approvingly. “I’m Michelle.” She finishes steaming the hot chocolate and holds up a can of whipped cream. “Cream?” she asks, shaking the can when he nods and squirting a generous amount on top of the chocolate before sprinkling it with crushed peppermints. “Do you want any donuts? Maybe a bagel?” She clicks the lid down on his drink and places it on top of the display cabinet.

The hot chocolate has already blown his budget, but he looks at the five-dollar donuts anyway. A red one catches his eye, decorated with a spider web. “Hey, is that a Spider-Man donut?” he says. “Do you guys support him?”

“We’re pro-Spidey,” she confirms. “The proceeds from that donut go to the Citizens to Defend Spidey fund.”

There goes the rest of his budget. “I’ll take two – Spidey-Nuts?” He squints at the label, thinking – hoping – he’s read it wrong, but nope, Spidey-Nut is there in the neat, flowing handwriting he recognizes as MJ’s. “You remembered the hyphen,” he says weakly, trying not to die of mortification.

“The hyphen is important,” she says seriously, wrapping two donuts in waxed paper and dropping them into a bag that he crams into one of his jacket pockets. “That’s $15.” As she holds out the payment terminal for him to tap his card, he spots a necklace – the necklace – in the vee of her tunic. He has no idea why it exists in this reality, but he’s glad it does. It reassures him that the last three years of his life weren’t some kind of fever dream.

“I like your necklace,” he says, and she reflexively looks down, hooking the chain with her thumb to let the broken pendant dangle. “A black dahlia, right? Like the murder?”

She smiles then, the shy grin she’d given him on Tower bridge, six months and an unaltered reality ago. “How did you know?”

“I used to know someone was into true crime,” he says, making himself look up from her softly curving lips to meet her gaze. “How come it’s broken?”

She shrugs, tucking it back under her tunic. “I don’t actually know? I just found it on my desk. I kind of like it better broken, though. I don’t know its story, but it feels – special, somehow.”

It’s suddenly all too much and he knows he has to get out of there. “I gotta go,” he mumbles, taking his cup. “Thanks.”

MJ looks startled. “OK. Maybe I’ll see you at school?”

“Maybe.” He summons a half-hearted smile and leaves the store as quickly as he entered, the cup clutched in his hand. He drops it in the trash without even taking a sip.

He feels sick, can’t stand that MJ looked at him like he was basically a stranger. But the alternative – MJ bleeding out in his arms, her last breath used to murmur his name – is far, far worse, and he would rather have her alive and not part of his life, than dead, all her passion and intelligence and compassion snuffed out in a moment.

He rewrote reality for her.

He erased any memory anyone in the world had of Peter Parker being Spider-Man to make sure she lived.

He made a deal with the Devil to save her life, and now he was paying his dues.

***

MJ locks the door and flips over the back in five! sign before she heads out to the back of the store. She doesn’t know why, but she feels out of step, discombobulated, like something in the universe had shifted that she wasn’t quite aware of. “Hey, Ned?” she says, stepping into the prep room.

Ned looks up, his hands sunk deep into a ball of dough. “You OK?” he says, his eyebrows knit in concern. “You look weird.”

She sits on a battered stool, tucking her feet behind the bar at the base. “That quiet kid from school just came in,” she says, holding her necklace between thumb and forefinger and twisting it mindlessly back and forth. “The one who wears all the geeky science tees.”

“Peter?” Ned rubs his palms together over the sink, sloughing off little balls of dough before washing his hands thoroughly. “We used to be friends when we were kids, but then his parents died and he moved schools in second grade. I tried talking to him when he started Midtown but he’s like super shy.”

“I feel like I know him,” she says. “There was this – I don’t know, it was like a connection.” She doesn’t tell Ned that she thinks Peter is cute, or that his dark eyes and sweet smile had made her pulse quicken.

He smirks anyway; he’s not her best friend for nothing. “We should talk to him at school,” he tells her, drying his hands on a paper towel. “I saw him wearing a Star Wars shirt before Christmas break. I need someone in my life that appreciates the greatest cinematic franchise of all time.”

Ned’s her absolute favorite nerd. He’s the easiest person in the world to be friends with – he’s all sweet, open affection, the perfect counterpoint to her more closed-off nature, and his kindness is infectious. She’d usually rib him about the Star Wars comment, but she gives him a pass this time, because he’s being all earnest and shit, and making friends with Peter Parker seems somehow inevitable.

“Yeah,” she says, contemplative. “Yeah, we should do that.”

Ned gives her one of his beaming, toothy smiles and pats her shoulder. “First day back, we’ll sit with him at lunch,” he says, returning to his kneading. “He always looks like he needs a friend.”

MJ watches him work, her mind still on the boy who’d burst through the door and looked at her like he’d found a long-lost treasure.

Peter Parker was a mystery.

She wanted to solve him.

#my fic #post spider-man far from home #peter parker x michelle jones #peter x mj

[bulkyphrase]

Everybody & the Avengers Team

I've got a new fic rec list for you!

The stories in the "X & the Avengers Team" tags focus on one person's relationship to the Avengers team as a whole. Courtesy of AO3's tag browse and Excel, here's a ranked list of the top 20 most popular pairings:

Tony Stark | 2470 total, 240 OTP

Peter Parker | 2255 total, 85 OTP

Steve Rogers | 602 total, 56 OTP

Loki | 387 total, 26 OTP

Natasha Romanov | 308 total, 35 OTP

Clint Barton | 268 total, 46 OTP

Bruce Banner | 244 total, 15 OTP

Thor | 209 total, 7 OTP

Avengers Team | 174 total, 24 OTP

James "Bucky" Barnes | 156 total, 7 OTP

Wanda Maximoff | 143 total, 4 OTP

Phil Coulson | 105 total, 9 OTP

Darcy Lewis | 91 total, 6 OTP

Matt Murdock | 60 total, 8 OTP

Sam Wilson | 53 total, 5 OTP

Nick Fury | 41 total, 5 OTP

Harry Potter | 40 total, 0 OTP

Pepper Potts | 31 total, 1 OTP

Vision | 29 total, 2 OTP

Stiles Stilinski | 25 total, 0 OTP

In chart form, if you like charts:

Notes:

The numbers after the names are the number of stories tagged with that ship. OTP means the number of stories where that is the only relationship tagged on the story. Numbers are accurate as of July 2021.

Story Recommendations

For your reading pleasure, included below is at least one fic rec for each pairing except the crossovers from non-Marvel fandoms (apologies to Mr. Potter & Mr. Stilinski). Most are gen fic, and even in the ones with a romantic pairing, romance is not the focus.

Tony Stark

As Subtle As Cognitive Recalibration by petroltogo (Teen, 8949) tumblr: @tonystarktogo

Standing inside his penthouse, listening to Rogers, Barton and Banner explain to Fury how they just happened to stumble over the Tesseract on a routine security check of Stark Tower’s roof and wouldn’t you know, they’ve managed to fight off the looming alien invasion before it could really start and secure the missing overpowered nightlight is one of the most surreal situations Tony has ever had the displeasure of experiencing.

Peter Parker

the worst field trip ever by shrill_fangirl_screaming (Teen, 3420) tumblr: @i-am-having-an-emotion

"We're on a field trip," Peter said. "To here. And Tony decided to be our tour guide and absolutely embarrass me, so can you please help get him under control?"

Which is how Peter Parker, architect of his own destruction, ended up with not one but two superhero pseudo-dads being annoying on his school field trip.

Steve Rogers

Do You Remember Being Happy? ('Cause I Sure Don't) by GalaxyThreads (Teen, 11022) tumblr: @galaxythreads

That seems about right. He doesn't know how he knows that, though. He does have vague memories of an annoyed fondness at finding peanut butter in some sort of jam. Thor's doing, because he doesn't see the point of using two knives when one works just as fine. He knows that. How does he know that? He knows all those little details, though, almost innately. How can he know these strangers so deeply?

Everyone else below the cut!

Loki

Proprietary by TheThirdMarauder (Teen, 7639)

No, Loki simply wants the Avengers conquered. The details of whom, how, and when matter not. Unless, of course, said details interfere with Loki's plans. Then, well, then none can fault him for protecting his own interests.

Loki has always been exceptionally good at lying to himself.

Natasha Romanov

What Girls Are Made Of by enigma731 (Teen, 4613) tumblr: @enigma731

She rolls her eyes but does as he’s indicated, using his shoulders to leverage herself up onto his back, her arms around his neck and her legs hugging his waist.

“You know,” he says blithely, “this isn’t really what I tend to picture when I think of a hot girl riding me.”

Natasha groans, deciding that if his sense of humor gets them arrested, she’ll kill him herself. “Just go.”

Clint Barton

Dear Clint Barton (circa age 7) by pollyrepeat (Teen, 4221)

With a normal person, this might count as blackmail material, but a) this is a case of mutually assured destruction if ever there was one, and b) Fury is immune to embarrassment. Not just in the regular, Tony Stark way, either, oh no. Things that could possibly end up being embarrassing to Fury get somehow warped and changed until they go from mortifying all the way over into useful and/or good for his image. It’s like a superpower.

Carrying Clint’s small child self around on his shoulders more than once has probably already hit the interagency rumour mill as an example of Fury’s innate awesomeness: good with rocket launchers and small children.

Also available as a podfic!

Bruce Banner

They're Not Wrong by Trumpeteer34 (Teen, 10163)

As Tony began to pace around the hole in the road to keep himself from shooting repulsors at the nearby buildings in a fit of rage, Thor began to study the nearby area. There was no sign of either the Hulk or Bruce Banner beyond the crater. The surrounding area, aside from the rubble of the fight, held no clue as to their friend’s location.

“Guys, he’s gone,” Tony growled into the communicator on their private line, drawing Thor out of his darkening thoughts. “Someone tranqed him and took him. He’s gone.”

Honorary mention goes to the Responsible Science series by @letteredlettered - the stories don’t have the "Avengers Team & Bruce Banner" tag, but they could, and they are amazing. The best Bruce Banner writing I've ever come across.

Thor

Fortunately, I Am Mighty by onward_came_the_meteors (General, 3062)

Steve was the first one to speak. “Are you okay?”

Thor nodded. Which was a bad idea, as it turned out, because now there were little gray lights flashing in front of his eyes. “I’m fine.” Absolutely everyone narrowed their eyes, and he added, “But, uh. Could we possibly not get back in the car just yet?”

Avengers Team

Civil Wasn't by onward_came_the_meteors (General, 7123)

"We're having an ideological conflict here," Tony stated with disbelief. "Are you telling me you still want to go out to dinner?"

"It's a standing engagement, Tony," Rhodey reminded him.

"Not you too—"

"We already had to reschedule from Friday when Natasha was..." Rhodey frowned. "What were you doing?"

The question was directed toward Natasha, who shrugged and said, "Spy stuff."

James "Bucky" Barnes

You Know How I Feel, aka, The Adventures of Bucky and Muffy the Dinosaur by ifeelbetter (Not Rated, 4511) tumblr: @ifeelbetterer

“As you may have heard, Bucky Barnes, a.k.a. The Winter Soldier, recently rescued a tiny part-robot dinosaur during the Avengers’ battle with Dr. Doom in Antarctica,” the other newscaster explained. “Pictures of Barnes and the dinosaur were posted on twitter by fellow Avenger, Clint Barton, a.k.a. Hawkeye, and immediately made Barnes’s new pet America’s sweetheart.”

“Her name’s Muffy,” said Steve."

Wanda Maximoff

and the woman was young again by Mira_Jade (General, 3669)

Tony Stark called them the Cap's Kooky Quintet, and sometimes the term amused her – causing her to lift a sardonic brow where someday a smile would truly smile. She enjoyed the presence of comrades – true comrades – and she enjoyed the way their minds wove and bound together about each other to fluctuate against her senses as one. There was something soothing about being in their midst, and even when their loud and brash ways – their painful Americaness - rubbed her raw and drained on her, it was ever the knitting of their minds that soothed those moments over, and made them inconsequential.

Phil Coulson

Coulson's First Day of School by storiesfortravellers (Teen, 3055)

Coulson looked up at him. “I like drawing pictures with Mr. Rogers. I like having tea parties with Ms. Potts. I like it when Dr. Banner reads me books, and I like it when Natasha teaches me things. And I like when you play with me. You do really good voices when we play action figures. And you’re the only one who lets me do stuff like jump off the high diving board at the pool or eat three cupcakes or play tackle with kids at the park.”

Clint didn’t realize that. He was pretty sure that meant that he was doing something wrong.

Darcy Lewis

Beginner Yoga for Dummies (Darcys) and Sad Hobos by chailover (Teen, 3434)

Darcy had a theory: crazy attracted crazy, working kind of like gravity. It was pretty much her explanation for her life after Thor. And if she had thought the type of crazy Thor attracted was bad, be it Loki or the Warrior Three and Sif, or the dark elves and the Convergence, it was still nothing against what the Avengers manage en masse.

Matt Murdock

Double Blind by smilebackwards (Teen, 2381) tumblr: @smilebackwards

Stark snaps his fingers. “You can’t see half of my inventions. This explains so much about you and why you’ve never been properly impressed by me.”

“Does it?” Matt says, ambiguously.

Sam Wilson

Bystander by scribblemetimbers (Teen, 52029)

“I just want you to know,” Sam says loudly, cautiously raising his hands, “That I’m very poor and very sleep-deprived and literally the only thing you can kill me for right now are my notes.” He pauses. Wait. On second thought: “Please don’t steal my notes.”

“I’m not—I’m not a mugger,” Not Mugger rasps out, and for all that he looks about to keel over and die, the man actually manages to sound offended.

Nick Fury

Bedtime Story by dixiehellcat (Teen, 2532) tumblr: @deehellcat

Fury snorted. “I have to check in with the duty officer. I’ll be back in, let’s say twenty minutes. I expect all of you to have whatever your pre-bedtime routines are completed, and be in here pajama’ed and ready to be read to.”

He tapped the book under his arm, then left with the usual dramatic swish of his long coat. Bruce scratched his head. “Did…he just say be ready to be read to?”

Pepper Potts

Pepper and the Avengers (Which She Knows Nothing About) by rebelmeg (General, 6696) tumblr: @rebelmeg

The Avengers, that mismatched group of hurt and heroism, was one of the most important things in Tony Stark’s life. So, naturally, Pepper had made them an important part of her life too.

Vision

039. Intoxicated by aimmyarrowshigh (Teen, 100) tumblr: @aimmyarrowshigh

It might be nice to fit in, just this once. To lose a bit of composure.

Vision floated over to the refrigerator and, with some timidity, pulled off a magnet. He stuck it to his forehead.

#marvel fic rec

[starkerintheparker]

starker reclist - PWP

What better way to celebrate RDJ’s bday than spreading some pwp love, amirite :D I decided to just share these without the usual commentary because there are only so many ways to praise hot smut and I’m not that well versed in English lol. Some fics are plottier, some are porn with feels, others are unapologetic filth. Suffice to say they are all sublime and top notch wanking material, 10/10 recommend. Please mind the tags and stay safe. Happy meals! 😈

Last updated: April 25th, 2020. All new additions will be marked with ***

• a little bit scandalous by @paspleurer (3k, completed)

Summary: “What do you think about dessert? I’m thinking the creme brulee, but—”

“You could eat my ass,” says Peter. "After you've already come inside of it."

Tony sets the menu down on the table with jarring force.

• A Special Love by @darker-soft-starker (completed) 

Summary: “You know - the thing where I tell you that I’m too old to be kissed on the lips,” Peter answers, reaching out linking their hands together over the gearstick. "Where I tell you none of the other fathers kiss their sons like we do and isn’t it weird?”

Author’s warning: Incest roleplay (no actual incest), semi-public sex, exhibitionism, public foreplay, armour kink, slight incidental daddy kink, nff. 

• Babysitter (AU) by @readysetstarker (5.4k, completed)

Summary: Tony was desperate. Ten minutes before he was supposed to leave for work, brushing his daughter’s hair in the bathroom and promising her a fun day at the zoo with her babysitter (he had already paid for the tickets online, the receipt for them sitting on the counter), he had gotten the call that she wouldn’t be showing up. He needed to be at work to negotiate a deal with investors, they needed him there, but she had been adamant about not showing up and hung up on him mid-plea.

• Ballerina!Peter and Construction worker!Tony (AU) by @starkerforlife6969 (completed) Part 2 is winterironspider

Author’s warnings: mild dub con (super mild, Peter turns out to be a mega-slut and we love it), innocent peter, feminisation, multiple orgasms, rimming, mild cock warming, mild cock-slapping. 

• Berries and Cream by @stfustucky (5k, completed)

Summary: There's no way in hell they're going to fit all the Avengers into two cars, not unless Peter sits on Tony's lap. And there's no way in hell Tony is going to survive the ride all the way back to the tower unless Peter stops squirming like that. Unfortunately for Tony, Peter doesn't seem inclined to sit very still tonight. Whoops.

• Breaking Character (AU) by @cagestark (8k, completed)

Summary: Tony Stark, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist, and spy for SHIELD. Working with another SHIELD spy, the infamous Spider, he will take down an infamous human trafficking ring in New York. But the act they have to put on will demand more from Tony than he ever thought he'd have to give. Not that he minds.

• Bruisable and Sweet by @bloomblood (completed)

Summary: Tony has a meal in Peter’s humble, college dormitory bed.

• Captured (AU) by @areluctantsblog (1k, completed)

Summary: In another a universe, reluctant as he may be, Peter Parker has to find out that being Spider-Man inevitably means being a celebrity, too. As far as he’s concerned, the only good thing resulting from this is that from time to time he gets the chance to lay eyes on the fashion industry’s most handsome face, that of photographer Tony Stark’s. When one day Peter is sent on a photo-shoot with the living legend, things take an interesting turn.

• Coming Untouched by @starker-stories (4k, completed)

Summary: 

“So, is it true?”

“Which thing? I presume you stood there, outside the door, eavesdropping on our entire conversation,” Peter said, miffed.

“That you can make yourself come without touching yourself even once during your… session?”’

• Context Clues (A/B/O) by Anonymous (8k, completed) 

Summary: Peter is crying. Those had been FRIDAY's exact words, and the reason Tony had run upstairs and bypassed the privacy lock on the kid's door. Context is kind of everything.

• Desperado (AU) by @starkercrossedlovers (completed) 

Summary:  Desperado Tony come to town and takes Peter with him when he goes.

• Drabbles by @starkerforlife6969 (290k, ongoing)

Summary: These are all starkerforlife6969’s tumblr drabbles/stories in one collection, aside from the Mafia Boss One. Mostly starker, but there will be winterspider and spidershield and spiderstrange.

• Eight Stops (to make you mine) (A/B/O) by @starkerkeyz and @the-mad-starker (9k, completed) 

Summary: He clutches onto the alpha's forearm and gives Tony another nip, harsher with his spiked up desires. "Eight stops," he tells the alpha, "that's all the time we got. Think that's enough…?" They can only have a quickie but Peter thinks it just might be the best sex he's ever going to get. He gives the alpha's cock another squeeze, trying to convince him to say yes. "Plenty." Tony unbuckles Peter's pants one handed, smirking against pale skin. He rubs his stubble into the omega's lightly bitten scent gland just to rile him up.

• From Across the Bar by @readysetstarker (3k, completed)

Summary: Tony took a slow sip and listened to a pair of new broadcasters talk about upcoming sports games and a player’s most recent scandal about steroid use. He couldn’t have cared less, personally, but there was nothing else on and he wasn’t really here to watch television. Not if the cute brunette trying to scope him out without being noticed had anything to say about it. 

• From Thy Bounty by @ibby-writes and feyrelay (30k, completed)

Summary: Tony’s eyes are always dark, but now there's almost no iris left. He looks hollowed out. There’s something terribly hungry there, despite the feast they've filled themselves on.

• Further Assistance by @learned-foot (4k, completed)

Summary: Besides, it would be unethical not to tell Peter what he saw, right? He’s pretty sure that would violate some sort of boundary. And if the kid wants to go down the path of creative experimentation, it’s kind of Tony’s duty to make sure he does it safely. He basically has to help.

• half doomed and you’re semi sweet by noctiphany (2k, completed) underage

Summary: “Peter,” Tony says, his tone flat, and Peter shudders. “Peter,” Tony says again, impatient and with a hint of threat. “I’m waiting.

• Heal Me by Mezzymet (7k, completed)

Summary: His love for the man probably bordered on hero worship but....you could love someone and not be in love with them. Obviously.

• I could be your whore, Mr. Stark by @stfustucky (10k, completed)

Summary: Peter needs a cover story for his shady behavior as Spidey, and half the school thinks he's an escort anyways, so Peter just leans into the rumors. Tony, being the good friend and teammate that he is, agrees to corroborate the cover story by letting everyone think Peter is his own personal slut. 

• Indulge Me by @learned-foot (370 words, completed)

Summary: Peter likes it best when Mr. Stark is rough and taking. Read it together with Under Someone Else.

• Jealousy is Ugly (Except When It's Not) by @yadds (4k, completed) 

Summary: Peter has a boyfriend. Tony can't stand it. 

• Kinktober 2019 by @readysetstarker (38k, completed)

The whole list is amazing, my personal favorites are the glorious upskirt/semi public sex (ch 6). the  breathtaking mirror sex (ch 7) and the sweet praise kink (ch 9).

• Just a little bit, just enough by @bitter-lemon-water (25k, completed)

Summary: So somewhere in between devastation, uncertainty, fear and disconcertment—Peter settles. Alternatively: Tony pulls. (Peter lets him.) (Peter wants him to.)

• Just Listen to Me by LeafyGreenQueen773 (3k, completed)

Summary: After the spider bite, Peter's senses are “dialed to eleven”. That includes in bed. Peter talks Tony through what feels best to him. 

• Later for later by @unsettledink (15k, completed) sex pollen, top!Peter 

Summary: “You,” Peter says, again, mouthing at Tony's skin. “I want you. I trust you. This is a terrible, terrible idea, Tony knows. The worst. And yeah he's normally all for terrible ideas, but this is… no. (The one where Peter gets hit with a sex drug, and Tony is not prepared for this shit.)

• Me, You & A Tattoo by @starkeristheendgame (4k, completed)

Summary: Peter gets Tony's name tattooed on his ass after a not-bet with MJ. Really, it was just a matter of time before Tony found out.

• Morning (A/B/O) by @starkerstarkerstarker (completed)

Summary: Peter’s breath hitches, eyes on him like he expected him to do more, but when he doesn’t, when all he does is lift a brow, he frowns, his bottom lip pushing out. “If you want something, princess, go ahead.”

• No Control by @paspleurer (500 words, completed)

Summary: Mr. Stark’s conditions are simple— no touching himself, and no talking. And Peter wants to be good, he really does— but his senses make it so hard.

• Paint my Body Gold by @spidey-stuff (14 k, completed)

Summary: Tony is desperate to rid himself of his inappropriate attraction before the last barrier holding him back crumbles as Peter's 18th birthday rapidly approaches.

• Perfect by @learned-foot (639 words, completed)

Summary: There are a lot of things that should make Peter embarrassed right now, starting with the fact that the first time Mr. Stark kissed him—about half an hour ago, though it feels like another world—he came in his pants within seconds.

• Peter in Heat (A/B/O) by @starkerforlife6969 (completed)

Summary:  Peter’s presenting and Tony knows exactly how to take care of him.

• Red Light District series (AU) by @starker-stories (17k, ongoing)

Summary: Everyone knows that Tony Stark is a playboy who has dozens of women passing through his life and through his bed. What everyone doesn't know is that Tony Stark is deeply closeted, longing for something he can't ever have -- a life and a love with another man.

• Reversal by @learned-foot (4k, completed)

Summary: Sometimes, Tony is the one who needs to be praised.

• Still Use Work by @learned-foot (6.5k, completed)

Summary: Peter has a problem. Tony attempts to solve it. To be helpful, obviously. That’s the only reason.

• Sweet for me, my Honeybee by garbagesinboy (10k, completed)

Summary: Peter's got a sweet tooth, and Tony's got a problem. In which Peter Parker consumes way more sugar than the average human ever should, and Tony Stark suffers many many boners.

• Tremolo by @lilsoshie and @marvlouse (4k, completed)

Summary: “You’re gonna ride me,” Tony decides, easing his fingers free and cherishing the unhappy whine the move inspires. “Up, come on.” 

“Tony,” Peter says, a complaint, an exhausted plea.

• The Third Idea by @cagestark (12k, completed)

Summary: Tony walks in on Peter jerking off twice in one week, and realizes that his lover needs a little more from him. So he gives him less; a week without cumming should do it.

• This fire is out of control by feyrelay (2k, completed) sex pollen

Summary: There's really not enough room in their hiding spot to fuck, but Peter's temperature is rising from whatever they've been given, and Tony-Well, Tony's determined.

• Once Upon a Time, there was a Sloshed Bunny and a Guilty Man by @starkerchemistry (completed) 

Summary: drunk!Peter dirty talks Tony on the phone. 

• Up to Eleven by TheArtistFormerlyKnownAsG (15k, completed)

Summary: He watches those five minutes. Watches them again, and again. Tries to tell himself that he’s seeing something other than what FRIDAY is showing him.

• wasn’t built in a day by orphan_account (7k, completed) dubcon

Summary: Peter files “massive hard-on for Tony Stark” under “things I can’t tell Aunt May.” It’s tied at the top of the list with “I’m Spider-Man” and “I’m responsible for Uncle Ben’s death.”

• Weird by tuesday (2k, completed)

Summary: It wasn't weird, okay? A lot of people wanted to have sex with the Iron Man armor. A lot. There were entire forums and Instagram and Twitter accounts dedicated to it. There had been internet wars fought solely over which Mark was the sexiest. There was endless speculation over whether Tony Stark was among their number and whether and how he actually had outfitted one of the armors with the ability to make good on all that sleek, sexy promise.

It wasn't weird.

"It's a little weird," Tony said.

• what’s the point of a clear raincoat with no hood? by CarnivalGoldfish (7k, completed) 

Summary: Tony buys Peter clothes because he likes Peter wearing what he bought him. Peter realizes this is not normal.

*** when the world has dealt its cards by thisismydesignn (3k, completed) underage

Summary: Tony Stark has never claimed to be a role model, let alone a good influence. Case in point...

• You Learn Something New Every Day by @sbiderslut (4k, completed)

Summary: This man looks right at them and remarks, happily unaware of the kiloliter can of worms he just RPG-ed wide open, “The bond between you and Mr. Parker is truly remarkable, Tony. You could practically be father and son.”

• Your Eyes Only by tuesday (4k, completed)

Summary: It was an accident. Tony did not, as a rule, check up on Peter these days, and while he had kept the monitoring programs, they were there in case of emergency.

#starker #reclist #peter parker x tony stark

[lousimusician]

Sex Pollen “What If...”

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

A/N: K I just wanna say you guys are insaaaane. Thank you so much for the support on this fic. This will also be the LAST of anything sex pollen related. This is basically a rewrite of part 3 of sex pollen.

Warning: smut, language

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What if (Y/N) was affected by the plant...

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Peter's breath picked up as he stood outside of your bedroom, listening to your breathy moans and whimpers of his name. 

Peter knew that if Mr. Stark found out what he was about to do with his daughter, he would be killed or worse, his suit would be taken away. But he couldn't think about that now, you needed help and Peter was determined to make sure you got better. 

He had spent hours in the lab with Mr.Stark and Mr. Banner, but they had come up with nothing, and Peter couldn't stand listening to your pleads and begs of his name any longer. So when it got late and Mr.Stark sent him to bed, he found himself about to enter your bedroom instead of his own.

His hand gripped the doorknob tightly, knuckles turning white. He took in a deep breath before swinging the door open, he stepped inside quickly before shutting the door again.

The bedroom was dimly litted by the moonlight filtering in through your curtains and the lamp that stood in the corner of your bedroom. Peters breath caught in his throat at the sight before him. Causing a rush of blood to go to his face that made him turn a deep shade of red and a rush of blood going south.

You were completely naked and covered in a layer of sweat. He was frozen as he watched how your hand disappeared between your thighs as you grinded against it, back arching pushing your breasts into the air. 

He was panting softly now, and stuttered out a breathless. "(Y-Y/N)."

You sat up quickly, grabbing the sheets to cover you. Your head snapped to the door. "P-Peter I-I- oh my god." You hissed, burying your face into the sheets from embarrassment. 

"H-hey, it's okay." Peter said awkwardly, clumsily trying to comfort you.

You shook your head. "No it isn't." You whined into the comforter. "Why are you here?"

Peter didn't know what to do, you sounded on the verge of tears. "I-I came here to help." He mumbled quietly, unsure of himself. 

You lifted your head to look at him, confirming his suspicions as tears rolled down your cheeks. "N-no Peter, that's not f-fair to you."

"It's okay (N/N), I can help you." He said with a little more confidence, but he caught himself as he stuttered out. "I-if that's okay with y-you of course."

"I- I just- I feel so dirty." You whimpered, making Peter's heart break.

He kept his distance, in case you refused his offer. "I can make it go away." He said softly. 

Your eyes travelled down Peter's body. A whine escaped you as you noticed how hard he was through his sweatpants, making you bury your head back into the comforter on your knees. "..O-only if it's what you want too." You mumbled.

Peter swallowed harshly, before saying. "It is." The words came out rougher than intended, because of how dry his throat suddenly felt. 

He stepped away from the door now, slowly approaching your hunched over form on the bed. He watched as your back rose and fell with the uneven breaths you took. Your entire body was shaking and all Peter wanted to do was make you better. It was torture for him to see you like this. Peter carefully sat down on the bed, facing you. His hand came up to gently comb through your messy hair, smoothing it down.

Your body tensed and you lifted your head again to look at him, drowning in his eyes. You felt like you were on fire, Peter's fingers sending shocks down your spine.

He inched closer to you on the bed, pushing back a strand of hair behind your ear, then letting his hand trail down to gently grasp your jaw. 

The air was suffocating, both of you holding your breath, while you were tipping on the edge of oblivion, the effects of the pollen coming to cloud your mind and senses. Peter moved in closer, stopping before his lips met yours. "Please let me help you." He murmured.

You stared deeply into his eyes and nodded.

Peter pressed his lips against yours and you both fluttered your eyes shut.

And in the same moment you fell off the edge.

Thoughts no longer coherent. You pushed the covers from your naked body quickly, scrambling onto your knees for more leverage allowing you to take control of the kiss.

You kissed him needily, short whimpers esacping you. Your hands buried into Peter's hair.

Peter had been to focused on the kiss to notice one of your hands had moved down to grasp his cock through his sweatpants, causing him to jump in surprise and break the kiss.

He was flushed and panting softly. His eyes trailed down your naked body again and he found it even harder to breath as the girl of his dreams sat naked above him.

"Fuck~" He whined, head falling back a little as he felt you rub him. 

You pulled Peter farther onto the bed so it was more comfortable, his eyes glued to your body. His breath catching in his throat as you moved to straddle his lap. 

Peter's heart raced, the knowledge of what was about to happen really sinking in.

He was propped up onto his elbows, watching your every movement. You tugged on the bottom of his t-shirt and pulled it off him before you placed a hand on his chest to push him flat on his back, his head landing on the pillow behind him. You started grinding against him, pulling moans out of the two of you. Peter's hands came up to grip your hips, helping to guide your sloppy and desperate movements while your own hands were placed on his chest.

You whimpered as you grinded against him harder. The simple back and forth movement against his clothed crotch was more satisfying than anything you has done that day while locked in the bedroom. "Ah~ Peter." You moaned out making him groan in response. One of his hands moving from your hip to cup a breast, massaging your chest, as he wanted to feel more of you. You looked down at him, admiring his flushed and breathless expression. "You look...so f-fucking good like this." You whined. "B-better than how I imagined." 

Peter's hips started jerking against yours. "Y-you were imagining this?"

You let out a breathy laugh. "Whose name do you think I've been moaning all day." You said, your regular sarcasm slipping through.

"Oh right sorry... th-that was a s-stupid question-." He cut himself off with a groan. He felt close and he'd be damned if he was going to cum before you did that night. 

Peter rose to a sitting position, making you slightly adjust yourself on his lap. He wrapped an arm around your waist, while his other was placed on the bed so he could lean against it as his hips thrusted up, roughly meeting with your own movements.

"Oh my god! Peter!" You practically screamed, your arms wrapping around him while he buried his face in your neck, lips dragging against the skin there. "Fuck- I think I'm g-gonna-"

"Please cum." Peter whimpered against your neck. "Wanna make you feel good."

And with that, you came with a moan of his name, hips stuttering against Peter's, as you buried your nose in his hair. The pleasure coursing through your body, finally feeling a little satiated.

You held onto each other tightly, slumping against him after you came down from the high.

You relished in the feeling of relief for the first time that entire night. 

That was until that tugging feeling came back and you were just as aroused as you were before, making you realize how hard he was under you. You let out a wanton moan at the feeling, picturing yourself riding him and wanting to know what he'd look like as he came.

Your hips rutted softly against his, searching for something more again. He groaned at the contact and pulled away to look at you but was met with your lips against his instead.

"Wanna...ride you." You muttered in between kisses making his cock twitch.

"..mhmm...Whatever you want." He responded.

You broke the kiss reluctantly, and moved down his body, your fingers coming up to tug his sweatpants and boxers down, letting his cock spring up. You squeezed your thighs together at the sight. "Fuck." You hissed to yourself. You glanced at his face, seeing how he was observing your movements as you gripped him in your hand. 

Peter moaned quietly, leaning up on his elbows to get a better look of you. 

You pumped him a few times, making a louder moan fall from his lips. You smirked at him, letting him go as you moved up his body again, hovering over his cock. 

You pushed him back down on the bed. "Y'know, I always thought you'd be vocal in bed and you didn't disappoint." You said. 

He went to laugh but it quickly turned into a moan as you sunk down on him. The two of you tossed your heads back at the pleasure.

Without warning you started moving, not giving yourself time to adjust completely but at this point you couldn't care less.

Peter's hands gripped your thighs as you started moving.

"Holy shit-" Peter moaned, hips thrusting up against you. "Y-you feel so- so good." He gasped.

"Y-you too." You whined.

The two of you relished the moment for a bit, just feeling everything. That was until Peter interrupted it.

"I-I have- I have a question." He said in between breathy groans.

You smiled to yourself at that, because in true Peter Parker fashion he had to talk, even in a situation like this.

You hummed, waiting for him to continue.

"W-when you said- Ah fuck~ y-you were imagining...this-.. what exactly w-were you-" He cut hinself off with a loud groan. "Oh my god, you're amazing." He hissed.

You let out a breathy laugh, placing your hands on his chest, leaning over his body as you looked down at him now. "What.. did I i-imagine?" You asked, Peter nodded frantically in response. You giggled. "Well..riding you..for one." You said with a teasing lilt to your tone.

"W-what else?" He groaned.

"Shit." You hissed as he hit a particular spot. "..I-I thought about...h-how hot you'd look if I- if I was on my knees... sucking you off." You said, causing him to groan, jerking his hips harder against you. "What you'd look.. like.. with y-your head buried between m-my.. thighs." The words coming out higher pitched. "You fucking me.. while... I was on all fours." 

Peter groaned loudly, his hands gripping your hips so tightly, you were sure there would be bruises left behind.

You continued, feeling yourself approaching the edge. "Y-you...fucking me.. with my legs..-wrapped around y-your waist.. a-nd over your..shoulders." You felt even closer now, as did Peter. "And... the n-noises and w-what'd you'd... look like..as you came. Ah~ Peter.. oh my god." You groaned, collapsing onto his chest. 

Peter took over now, thrusting his hips up into you, full force. "C-cum baby... cum for m-me." He moaned into your ear.

"Peter." You whined again. He thrusted into a few more times and you came hard against him, clenching around him. 

Peter held your shaking body, as he came soon after you, moaning your name and an array of profanities.

When the two of you came down, you panted hard against each other.

You pulled off of him and rolled onto the bed next to him. Your eyes shut, taking in the moment, which hadn't lasted long as another rush of arousal flooded your system.

You let out a frustrated moan before lifting your head and looking down to see that Peter was soft now.

Peter's cheeks reddened, immediately knowing what you were looking for. He cleared his throat and awkwardly said. "J-just give me a minute or two." 

Your head dropped and you hummed, shutting your eyes again to fight off the feeling in your lower body. You felt Peter's hand reach out to grip yours, squeezing tightly as you squeezed his in return. The simple gesture making your heart flutter as it let you know that this was more than just sex.

"You're dad's gonna kill me, y'know?" He said quietly.

"I won't let him."

Peter cracked a smile at that. "I'm holding you to that then."

You squeezed his hand tighter, your breathing picking up slightly and you started to squirm.

Peter turned his head to look at you, knowing what the two of you were going to try next.

He moved closer and leaned over you, his lips kissing your shoulder and moving over your collar bone and to your neck, until he reached your ear and whispered.

"So, what was that about you picturing me with my head buried between your thighs?"

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Becoming A Stark? (11) Peter Parker x Stark! femReader

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Warning- Swearing

Chapter One || Previous Chapter || Master List

“Boss, Y/N has jumped in the shower with water on only hot.” Not the weirdest thing you’ve done since moving in but apparently weird enough that FRIDAY felt the need to tell him.

“Turn the water to her normal preference so she doesn’t scold herself.” He says, turning back to tinker with the machine in front of him.

“Boss she manually changed it back and told me not to ‘F with it again you piece of S AI’ direct quote boss.” That does sound a bit like what you would say but not to the AIs you’ve lived with. It’s still fall outside, and honestly feels more like summer so a hot shower makes little sense. A cold one sure, but burning? Especially with how hot the water at the tower goes? Maybe tinker time needs a pause and teenage time needs to start.

“FRIDAY what is her blood sugar right now?”

“375 and rising.” Well that might have something to do with everything. So he decides to wait in the kitchen for Y/N to get out of the shower. You come down stairs wearing a black shirt that says ‘Will Commit Sins For Sushi’, some athletic shorts and he’s happy to see your pump clipped on.

“How was school today?” He decides not to start with the blood sugar questions.

“I ripped my fucking site off and didn’t have back up supplies if that’s what you wanted to know.” You mumble as you go looking for some water.

“Why didn’t you call me? Or Happy?”

“So you can drive an hour round trip, pass.”

“Only takes about fifteen minutes to fly there. Medical emergencies trump any tinkering I might have been doing.”

“Why would you fly ther-“ you realize what he means. “Iron Man is not bring me my pump supplies.”

“If Spider-Man can be the friendly neighborhood crime fighter why can’t I?”

“You wouldn’t be fighting crime. You’d be pulling the over protective card.”

“I’d be saving your life.”

“It was only ripped out for the last two periods.”

“But with your commute that’s over three hours without insulin.”

“Hence why I took an injection and a fucking hot shower that your AI tried to fuck up.” 

“Why hot?”

“Helps the insulin circulate faster.”

“Anything else that helps it come down?”

“Water and movement.”

“So I’m hearing we need a dance party.”

“What?” 

“FRIDAY turn on Y/N playlist Tony Stark Can Rot.” 

“How do you know my playlists?” You ask as Under Pressure by Queen starts playing. 

“No time for questions. Only time for dancing.” Your dad says as he pulls you to a standing position. “Come on.” He smiles and sings along with the classic and you can’t help but move your hips with the beat you love. “Watching some good friends scream,”

“Let me out!” You scream sing along. You may feel like shit, but you can’t hate this dance party. You and Tony make it through Minority by Green Day, Back in Black by AC/DC, and Should I Stay or Should I Go by The Clash before your arrow finally points downward on Wallace.

“Even though I may not agree with the title of said playlist, you do have some good music on it.” Tony says as the two of you plop down on the couch.

“So my subpar music education isn’t the worst is what I’m hearing.” 

“I’m just saying there is some AC/DC and some Black Sabbath, so I can allow you to listen to it.”

“How would you know what music is on my playlists unless you listened to it?” You ask, leaning against his arm.

“Because after you waltz around my house in Rolling Stones shirts I needed to make sure your music education wasn’t too badly screwed up.” He explains as if it’s no big deal.

“You could have just asked what else I like listening to.”

“Oh no, hearing your playlist names was much more fun.”

“And I bet you’re the boring person who just puts the date or something like that.” You tease him.

“So what if I do? I know which one is the more recent one.”

“That’s so boring.” You turn to sit on the couch so your legs are hanging over the back of the couch.

“Why do you kids sit like rules don’t apply?” Tony asks, thinking back to how Peter literally walked up the walls the other day while he was pacing before sitting on the ceiling the other day.

“Excuse me?” 

“I’m just saying, there’s a proper way to sit on a couch and it’s not with your feet up here.” He taps your feet, not explaining where his mind actually went. Keeping Peter’s powers a secret from you was a priority for him. You knew too many superheroes so far. But seeing as you seem to be determined to be friends with Spider-Man’s alter-ego, he was determined to keep you from the superhero side of things. The elevator pings and Pepper walks into the living room. 

“Like father, like daughter I see.” She smirks as she sees you sitting upside down on the couch.

“What was that about a proper way to sit on a couch Dad?” You ask as the blood rushes to your head. 

“No idea.” He gets up to greet Pepper, who rolls her eyes at his antics. “How are all the plans for moving day coming?”

“You would know if you attended the meetings you were supposed to attend now wouldn’t you?” Pepper reprimands him. “But everything is going the way it should. We just need to decide if we’re going to stay at the compound or if we want to find a different place in the city.”

“Wait we’re moving?” You flip over, finally hearing what they’re talking about.

“Well the tower is going to become a part of SI so it wouldn’t make sense for us to live here. So we’re between either moving to the Compound or finding a new place in Manhattan.”

“And you weren’t going to tell me that you were going to move me again?” You ask in disbelief.

“I could have sworn I mentioned it to you.” Tony says apologetically. “Do you want to place a vote on where we move to?” 

“You’re incorrigible.” You say as you move out of the living room and towards your room that apparently won’t be yours for much longer.  

“You said you were going to talk to her.” Pepper says looking at Tony. “You promised.”

“I was going to, but then her blood sugar was all out of whack and I was focusing on that and I lost track of time.” Tony tries to explain, but Pepper’s eyes see more than that. He had been avoiding it.

“Go talk to her.” Pepper pushes him towards where you just stormed off towards. 

“Can’t I wait until she’s in range?”

“And have her be more mad at you? Absolutely not.” Pepper gives him another push. “Go talk to your daughter.”

You pull the quilt around your shoulders as you face the wall. You were finally getting comfortable living in the tower and you’re going to have to move again. If you move to the compound, there goes all your friends and your school. Tony probably will pick moving closer to his precious Avengers so you’re just going to have to suck up the fact that he’s going to uproot your entire life again. You feel the tears running down your cheek before you even realize you’re crying. Fuck high blood sugars. You’re not that upset about this whole thing, but with your stupid sugars all out of whack you can’t control anything it seems.

“Hey kiddo?” Your dad’s voice comes from the door, but you don’t say anything but pull the quilt tighter around you. “Kiddo, I need you to talk to me.”

“Fuck you.” You mumble from under your blankets.

“Ok I will give you that. You did talk to me. And I’m sorry I didn’t mention moving sooner, but honestly, it slipped my mind.” His hand falls to rest on your back on top of the quilt.

“Don’t touch me.” You say sharply, pulling away from him. 

“Ok, I’m sorry.” He looks at the pile of blankets in front of him. He feels so lost. All he wants to do is go back to you lying upside down on the couch a few moments earlier. “What can I do to fix this?”

“Let me go back to Nana and Pops. Let everything go back to normal.” You mumble.

“Besides that.” He waits for something, anything to leave your mouth, but nothing does.”I’ll order you all the vegetarian sushi that New York has?” He waits for a reaction, but hears nothing except maybe sniffles. Did he make you cry? God he’s failing worse than he thought as a father. Guess he needs to take a different approach. “We don’t even have to leave Manhattan. Or we can move out to Queens. Maybe get a brownstone or something so you don’t have to go as far for school. I can add a lab anywhere. And Pep will be wherever we are so that doesn’t change.” The covers flap over.

“You aren’t going to just automatically choose moving to the compound?” He wants to push the hairs that are covering your forehead away, but after you got so upset the last time he touched you, he decides against it. 

“Why do you think I would do that?”

“Because you would want to be with Avengers.”

“Pssssh. They can handle themselves. Right now I need to focus on my family. And that’s you and that’s Pep. Anyone else can take a number and wait their turn.” You stare him down, like you’re trying to decide if that’s true or not. But after a moment you throw your arms around him. It takes a second but his arms wrap around you and hold you to him. One of his arms wrap around your waist and the other rises up to smooth down your hair. “Plus if we move to Queens, I could just walk over to your school when you rip a site out. Wouldn’t even need the Iron Man suit.”

“Like you would give up the chance to wear the Iron Man suit.” You mumble into his shoulder. 

“She’s right. You wear that suit all the times you can.” Pepper says from the doorway. “So are we moving to Queens?” 

“Are you okay with moving to Queens?” Tony asks.

“If it keeps everyone in this family from fighting, yes.” Pepper says with a smile.

“Spider-Man might think you’re encroaching on his turf.” You mention.

“I think he and I can come to an agreement.” Tony says with a smile that you don’t understand.

“Right, like you know Spider-Man.” You say rolling your eyes. “He’s way too cool for you.” If only you knew, Tony can’t help but think to himself.

“I think Spider-Man and I would be great friends, I’ll have you know.”

“You’re too old to be friends with him. He’d yell yeet before throwing you off a building.”

“Maybe Steve. But I think Spider-Man and I would be on the same team.”

“Doubtful. Now someone promised me sushi, and you already made me cry once today, so...” You say looking at your father.

“Sushi it is.” He says, before placing a kiss on your forehead.

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Peter Parker-Peter’s Tingle

Requested by anon! Angst alphabet letter B with fluffly ending! Although is not really angsty! I hope you like it!!

Plot: Peter’s tingle must always be trusted; through the good and bad.

Warnings: pregnant!reader, pregnancy problems (sightly), giving birth. Let’s pretend Peter’s 18 for this fanfic! ALWAYS WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT

Cravings were weird, and yours were definitely the weirdest of them all. You were sure of it when, at eleven thirty of the night, you were walking down the aisle of a store that was fifteen minutes away from your house just because of those snacks that you used to have as a child. Walking into the store and greeting the old man in the front, you looked around until you spotted what you came in there for. They were ordered by colours, the weirdest flavours displayed in front of you. You smiled at the thought of shoving a bunch of them in your mouth, and you almost clapped. While you were picking as much of them as you could in your arms and balancing them in your pregnant belly, you thought about him.

Probably, it would have been a good idea to tell Peter.

Peter, your boyfriend and the father of your child. Peter, the super hero of Queens that fainted when you went to the bathroom on the cinema two weeks ago. Peter, who didn’t know where you were and probably was coming back from patrol in a few minutes. Yeah, it seemed a pretty stupid idea, coming down all the way to the store when your boyfriend is fucking spiderman and could just swing there.

But he had left the toilet seat up once more and you didn’t want to deal with him. Not when you knew you would melt with his cute brown eyes and his innocent self.

Arms full of snacks and weird things, you walked back to the counter; only to stop by the third aisle, where the baby section peaked. You were over the 7th month of the pregnancy, yet you had decided to keep the gender of the baby a secret. It was Peter idea, who wanted to surprise everyone with the little bundle. He liked to have arguments with Tony, saying that it would be a boy, smarter than Tony that would make the most incredible suit the world had ever seen. To what Tony proposed to create a bubble paper room in the tower just for the baby.

It had been an accident. The unsafe sex, the pregnancy, the baby. Yet you knew that Peter and you would love that kid, either if it was a girl or a boy. Shuffling through the clothes, you tried to pick gender neutral ones when your phone rang. The annoying tone of Spiderman, does whatever a spider can started sounding, and thank God it was so late and there wasn’t anyone around.

“Hey babe” you answered, putting on a happy smile even if he couldn’t see you.

“Y/N! Thank God you’re alive. I-I came from patrol, and I didn’t see you. Thought you would be over Tony’s? But he hadn’t seen you either. S-so I got a bit, uh, worried?”

“I’m fine, just needed a quick run to-where are you?”

In the background, you could hear strange sounds. At first, they seemed a machine working, yet the more you focused, the farther the sounds were from being that. You sighed when you realised that it was Peter’s swinging by the buildings, the metallic suit colliding with the air.

“Peter, you better not be talking while swinging.”

There was a pregnant pause, where Peter could only keep silence shamefully; but he didn’t stop. You left the yellow onesie on its place and turned back to pay for all your items; apart from the snacks, two Spiderman’s plushie and a sippy cup themed like captain America.

“I swear, this stress is bad for the baby”

“I’m fine, thanks for asking though” a new voice interrupted the conversation, your eyes widening. “Hey Y/N. How’s it going?”

You let your mouth fall open when Tony’s voice came through your phone, and had to tighten your arms around the products to keep them from falling. Your adoptive father had been against the relationship since you had known Peter, and actually made the show of chasing Peter around New York with his ironman suit. Your mother, Pepper, and you had to stop him before it actually got bad.

When he found out you were pregnant, Peter ended up unconscious in the med bay and, once more, your mother and you had shouted to hell and back. Now, seven months later, Tony Stark and Peter Parker made the best team in keeping Y/N Potts away from danger; danger being opening a can by yourself or doing some shopping.

“I can’t believe your brought him into this, Pete” you said, half angry half i-knew-it-would-happen. “I thought we said no more Tony in your paranoias! His old heart can’t handle it!”

“Hey, I heard that!”

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry Y/N, but my senses kept bugging me and I’m really worried. And-then I called Tony, to ask him if you were with him, you know I can’t lie to him!” Peter rushed out, actually afraid of what you might do against him. “I’m sorry.”

“Okay, good. Good” you rubbed your eyes slowly, suddenly dying for a warm bed. Was it you, or it was too cold in that shop? Damn the hormones and the cravings. “I just want to go home, I’m really tired. I don’t care anymore, just be here quickly”

“Minutes away, Y/N. Promise”

You decided to sit in ones of the chairs that was exposed on the shop. It was a weird shop, that sold too many things. But it felt amazing to have somewhere to sit. Peter insisted in keeping on the line while he got there, and something in his voice made you reconsider your quick nap and hum in approval. Then, he began talking about his patrol and about how he almost broke his leg rescuing a lost kitten.

Tony made the occasional appearance, adding some snarky remark or just making sure you were okay. It didn’t worry you that he was so overprotective; they always were. Teen pregnancy was always a risk. From school, to people and social media, to health problems. A lot of things could go wrong in a teen pregnancy.

Minutes passed and, before you knew it, you heard the owner of the shop gasp in surprise. A male voice called your name, and you answered half-heartedly, almost ready to fall asleep there. From where you were sitting, you saw Iron Man impressive suit peeking over the shelves, and calling with one hand to a small figure, who ran to your side in seconds.

“Hey” Peter’s soft voice made you smile, and soon his fluffy locks welcomed you.

Peter kneeled on your right, his suit covered hand resting on your thigh and squeezing it carefully. He had bags under his eyes and a tired smile adorning his face. His locks were all over the place, still not used to the new mask Tony had gave him. You couldn’t resist the urge of running a hand through them.

As if it was a routine, his other hand travelled to your belly, covered by a horrendous pre-mom jacket he had made you wear. Still, both of you felt the baby kicking softly where Peter was touching it, and you smiled happy.

“Young woman, consider yourself the main cause of my grey hair” Iron man’s voice said.

Tony stepped out of the suit, leaving it on guarding mood on the beginning of the aisle; Spiderman’s identity was yet to be revealed. Although he looked slightly annoying from being out of his lab, he had a fond shine on his eyes, that was only directed to a few people in the world.

“I’m sorry I got you out of bed, old man” you heard Peter’s stiffen a laugh. “I just wanted something to eat.”

“Next time you can just call me” Peter said. “You know I can drop anything for you”

He would, and you knew it more than well. When he had discovered you were pregnant, you expected a lot of things. Walking out on you, insulting you, questioning the father of the child, excusing himself of its life. But Peter Parker had only hugged you tight and promised you that he would never move from your side, whatever you wanted or decided. And even proposed to leave highschool and search for some job.

Thankfully, aunt May and Pepper took that idea out of his mind quickly.

“I could use some spiderman swinging right now” you said, using your best puppy eyes. You faked a small pout and watched as Peter’s eyes widened. “I’m really, really tired… I walked here and all. And I want to go to sleep. Like, now.”

“What? Why?” Peter panicked. “Do you feel sick? I can bright you a paper bin. Mr Stark, can you bring a paper bin? Or do you need anything else? Karen, can you call-“

“Kid, she’s fine” Tony rolled his eyes. “I’ve been living with her long enough to know those eyes. She’s just trying to get away with being lazy.

You chuckled and Peter relaxed his shoulders, muttering something to Karen about not bringing the ambulance. With his help, you got up from the chair and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. He hugged your back and rubbed his nose against your neck, curls tickling your cheeks. Tony said something about keeping it PG and going to pay for the snacks, but you didn’t move from the embrace.

Peter’s arms had something that made you want to stay between them all day, even if it was weird with a huge stomach in between. The hard plates of his suit felt uncomfortable against your skin, and it was too chilly for you liking; yet you enjoyed yourself for a little bit, not aware of what was waiting for you.

It had probably passed only a few minutes before you heard the man in the counter walking angrily towards you. Your lips were awfully close to his, previously having kissed his neck, cheeks and chin, when Peter pushed aside and the mask covered him quickly, just in time to see the man walking in the aisle with Tony hot on his heels. He was speaking so fast you couldn’t understand him, although it was true that your mind felt a little foggy. The lights bothered you, the noises were too loud and it was cold in that dammed shop. You only wanted to go back to bed.

Peter gripped your hand and managed to push you a little behind him, not liking the way that man was pointing an angry arm at you.

“…pay! You have to pay for everything! Now it’s useless!”

“Hey man, I already paid for everything. And gave you a tip!” Tony raised his arms, and with a sharp look stopped the suit from frying that man. “This is ridiculous, you can’t even properly speak my language.”

“No, you pay more! She sat, and now useless! No one is buying the chair no more, and shop close if doesn’t have money! Pay!”

“Mr Stark?” Peter asked, voice unsure but ready to jump into the argument. By then, you were leaning on his back, cheek pressed against his shoulder blade while his thumb caressed your palm.

The man shouted something in his language. Judging by the small black moustache, dark skin and long clothes, he was probably muslim. He kept pointing to the chair, as if he wanted desperately for you to notice something.

And, in an ironic way, you were the first one to do so. You should had probably noticed earlier; the discomfort, the constant need to pee. Those were alarming signals, but you had just confused them with cravings and maternity hormones. While Tony shouted back and forwards with the man, you got stuck looking at the red stain on the chair you had been sitting on mere seconds ago. Some of it had leaked to the ground, and just then you were aware of the sticky feeling on your legs. Looking down, you saw the grey leggings darkened, and you gasped.

“You al-“

Peter stopped at midsentence when he noticed the blood on your thighs. Once you were up and not sitting, he could see the beginning of a larger stain of red. He didn’t mind when his mask fell off and the muslim man stopped talking in surprise, neither when, in an attempt to catch you, he crashed with the shelves on his back and knocked over some diaper’s boxes.

“Y/N”

Tony had never heard such a desperation in the boy’s voice. He had you gripping on his forearms, face suddenly face and sweat rolling down your neck. His face wasn’t much better; wide eyes, tears already forming in them, and mouth open.

However, Peter didn’t get to say anything before you finally crumbled down on his arms while your world turned black.

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As Peter swung through the buildings of New York, bag on his shoulders, all he could think was about the crib. The half-done crib you were trying to build in what would be the kid’s room, in the tower. You had decided to stay there, with Peter, and although he would miss May, he had been happy with the idea.

Until the moment came, and he had been too busy fussing over the avengers to build the crib; then, he felt miserable. It couldn’t have been his fault, as the little bundle had decided to come three fucking months earlier.

His heartbeat was wild on his ears, so loud that he couldn’t see or feel the wind that passed through him. If you were there, you would shout at him for going to fast. If you were there, you would make him focus on the task and forget about the damn crib. But you weren’t, you were in an hospital bed giving birth while he went for the bag, that thankfully he had already prepared.

In a daze, he found himself in the hospital. The whole ‘protect the secret identity’ was long forgotten, and he ripped the mask off his head in front of the nurse in charge.

“C-Can I help you?” the lady said, voice trembling. She blinked a few times, surprised to see such a young boy in the spiderman’s suit.

“Yes, yeah. I’m… Y/N Y/L/N. She’s-She’s my girlfriend. Pregnant” Peter stumbled over his words. “She-well, not any more. I guess? She’s giving birth. Early, thought. We had a problem in a shop and-“

“Room 311. That’s the third floor” the woman cut him, kind smile on her face. “Take the elevator, then it’s down the hall and to the right”

He didn’t even think. His mind was only a mix of white noise and blurry images passing through him. Peter ran to the elevator, resting his forehead against the metallic wall of it as it rose, exacerbating the swooping feeling he had been fighting since you fainted on his arms; like someone ripped the floor out from beneath his feet. He had been trying to prepare himself for that moment for months, reading all the available books he found and asking for advice to every person he knew.

But, the moment had arrived and he didn’t even had the crib.

There was a woman waiting outside room 311, sipping from a water bottle and wearing awful expensive clothes. She had her hair tied up in a bun, and Peter barely recognised her as the lawyer Tony had gotten for you. Without sparing her another glance, he sprinted past her and almost kicked the door open.

It was sort of a nightmare, what lied behind that door. Peter thought his mind filtered out the worse of it, yet when he opened it and found you sitting on a bed, the end of it covered by blood, he was ready to faint himself.

Tony was by your side, shouting something over the phone with a frown on his face. And you were crying. Fat, big tears were making their way down your chest, and Peter’s knees became jelly. He managed to step up to your bed.

“Y/N”

You looked up at him briefly, eyes squeezed in pain. You didn’t make any sound of recognition, but grabbed his hand in an iron grip and squeezed it. Peter immediately got the hint, and used his other hand to avoid the sweat getting into your eyes.

Tony got out of the room after nodding to Peter, taking the bag out of his white knuckles and placing it on the chair. Bile rose up to Peter’s throat when a particularly pained scream left your lips. You leaned over for a second, before relaxing slightly.

He took that as his cue to start whispering soothing words to you. They didn’t do much, and you only wanted to push him apart. But his voice was trembling, his hands were shaking and Peter had also tears on his eyes. So you let him keep talking while the next contraction hit you.

“You seem awfully close to passing out” you tried to joke, enjoying the few seconds of rest. Peter let out a nervous chuckle.

“That’s probably because I am” he whispered. “But I’m not! I promise, I’m not moving. Squeeze my hand, do whatever you want. I’ve read that maybe insulting me might-“

“Pete” you interrupted him, breathless. “I’ll be okay. The baby will be okay, doctors get preemies in here all the time, they know how to take care of them”

Peter’s thought went back to the unfinished crib, how he might had been the one not prepared. He would willingly give his life away from you. But taking care of another life? He wasn’t so sure about that. Even with the financial support of your mother and Tony, they were still a lot of things to solve. Like, highschool, life changes, his schedules.

He didn’t get to continue the list of things he could do wrong because it happened.

One second he was whispering just one more push to you, the next the room was filled with the sound of crying. It was like the first time he heard the heartbeat; it came from everywhere. It came from inside him, he could heart it in his bones. Already, Peter knew he could never forget it.

It wasn’t loud, just tiny mewling noises. The nurses rushed forward with clean towels to wipe away the blood. They were swaddling something in their arms, talking in hushed whispered. He can’t hear your voice calling him over the kid’s low cries. A blonde old nurse came forward, looking at you with soft eyes and asked you something.

Peter’s ears seemed to snap open to her words.

“Would you like to hold her?”

Vaguely, he registered the doctor talking to you about delivering the placenta next, but you nodded excitedly. Peter turned everything he had heard, seen or felt in his life down, and only focused on the blonde nurse standing by your side, offering up a bundle of blankets with a baby, his baby. The room became blurry because of his tears, and he had to sit down.

Next to you. So, Peter saw the little head between the blankets. And he cried.

“Remember to support her head-yeah, like that! I feel like you’re gonna be a natural.”

Peter didn’t actually heard what came after, neither did you. His ears aren’t ringing anymore, either. It was just him, the love of his life laying on a bed, and the bundle of happiness the world had decided to gift him with. A wriggling and squirming little baby girl, with her rounded cheeks flushed with red. Her tiny daughter.

The words made him choke on his sobs, and he covered his mouth with his hand. The love that crashed him was like anything else; it eclipsed everything, warmed him like a rising sun and washed away the thought about the crib.

There wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do, there was nothing that meant more to him that that moment.

“Hi, baby” you whispered.

Blindly, she reached towards the source of the voice.

Ten years ago, you had met Peter Parker. A boy with asthma, thin and a little nerdy; that had given you a silly necklace with a self-made atom. The same way it had captured your attention, and since that moment you had stuck to his side, your daughter gripped it with chubby fingers, and her cries died down.

Peter felt as if he was staring at the sun. He put one hand on her head, and the baby, his baby, made a soft little whining sound. Her eyes fluttered open and, if Peter could, he would sit down again.

He couldn’t control the urge of turning your head to the side and crashing his lips to yours. You squealed in surprise, and some nurses gasped. You were both sweaty and with tears on your eyes. The kiss tasted salty, it was awkward because the position and couldn’t last long because they had to take the little girl to the NICU. But it felt like the most perfect kiss of all times.

“I love you” he cried, not bothering to hide his sobs anymore. “I love you, I love you, I love you…”

You giggle wetly at him, and pulled him closer for another kiss.

Things were going to be hard. Teen pregnancy, highschool, a premature baby and a whole new world waiting for you. But something in Peter’s gut, his Peter’s tingle, told him everything was going to be just fine.

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Backpacking through Europe?

Forgive me for not using the full prompt, but i couldn’t let go of this idea... 

You can read the Fic on AO3 and ffn.net

SUMMARY: How Peter and Harley turn from enemies to friends to cute domestic scientist boyfriends who have a ten year plan...

It’s funny how quickly time passes. Peter and Harley had met in their sophomore year, at Tony’s penthouse. 

They had both been jealous of each other, trying to figure out their roles as Tony’s mentees- slash- adopted kids. 

Peter walked into the penthouse, uncertain. 

Tony had regaled him with stories of the quick-witted and smart Harley, who had connected with Tony much earlier. 

Though Peter didn’t want to admit it, he was very insecure. Usually, he could call Tony for every problem he had, whether big or small, but Tony did have an extremely hectic schedule. 

Would Tony still have time for him now that Harley was in the picture?

Peter sighed and walked into the penthouse. The elevator shut behind him with its usual ding, which sounded ominous today. 

“Hey, Peter. Come in here.” Tony yelled from his office. 

Peter walked in timidly. Tony and Harley were standing next to the windows, which spanned one entire wall of the office, staring outside. 

When the door shut with a creak, Tony turned around and smiled, “Hey kid, meet Harley.”

Outside Tony’s peripheral vision, Harley stared at Peter with a murderous expression. Peter gulped. 

The change in the blonde boy’s expression as he moved forward, scared Peter more than most of the preps he handled in the middle of the night. 

Just as Tony’s gaze settled on Harley, he became the personification of sunshine and rainbows. 

“Hey, Peter. It’s nice to finally meet you.” Harley drawled in his southern accent. 

Peter nodded shortly, “Yeah-yeah. Same.”

It was only when Harley let go of Peter’s hand did the super-powered kid realise how strong Harley’s grip was. 

Had he been a normal kid, Peter thought woefully, he would have broken a few bones at least.

Over the next few months, they resolved their animosity, while sitting on the roof of Stark Tower. 

Peter couldn’t stand it anymore. Every time he went to the tower, to meet Tony, for help or even for their weekly lab days, Harley was hanging around like a shadow. 

Peter didn’t understand it. They were getting along in school easily now after Harley had punched Flash in the face for bullying him. They even hung out alone in the tower sometimes, playing games on Harley’s new X-box. But Harley still leeched off Peter’s time with Tony.

Peter had made an effort to give Harley exclusive time with the inventor. Was it too much, to expect the same in return? 

So, when Peter walked into the lab, for some help with the suit and Harley was still there, Peter placed his suit next to Tony and promptly walked back out. 

Now, Peter was sitting in the roof, the quiet wind hitting him in the face. He assured himself, he had already spoken to Tony about what was wrong with the suit, he wouldn’t have been needed there anyway.

Then the elevator door opened. Peter sighed, apparently not. 

Peter abruptly turns around. This was not the person he expected. He focuses on what Harley is saying.

“You don’t have to keep storming away. I’m leaving.” Harley says harshly.

Peter shakes his head exasperatedly, “Quit being so dramatic, I don’t want you to leave.”

Harley yells back, “Excuse you? I’m the dramatic one? Who keeps storming out of here every time something doesn’t go their way?”

Peter points a finger at Harley, “I can’t help it, if you’re here all the time.”

Harley rolls his eyes, “That’s why I’m leaving.”

Peter smacks his head, “I don’t want you to leave forever. Just go somewhere else while I hang out with Tony.”

Harley laughs at that. But it isn’t the cute laugh he shared with Tony or the sarcastic laugh he aims at Peter. It’s a weird broken sound that surprises Peter and not in a good way.

Harley adds between his bouts of laughter, “ Somewhere else? Where is that?”

Peter shrugs, his anger fading away quickly, “I don’t know. To your friend’s house?”

Harley’s laughter stops abruptly, “My friend’s? I don’t have friends, Parker.”

Peter gives a confused reply, “What? Of course, you do...” then he realises, Harley’s friends are Ned, MJ and the aca-dec team. 

Harley must see the revelation on his face because he adds, “My friends were your friends first. Look me in the eye and tell me that you wouldn’t have been possessive about them.”

Peter’s eyes skitter to the ground. Harley snorts, “Even with Tony, you look like a dog ready to piss on a fire hydrant.”

Peter scrunches his nose at the imagery, but looks up and apologises, “Sorry I got so weird. I just felt like you were here to take him from me.”

Harley laughs at that. But this laugh is much better, it makes Peter feel good as well.

Harley adds, “Parker, you’re so dumb. I always had Tony’s number, even when I wasn’t here. Did it feel like I was stealing him away then?”

Peter shakes his head bashfully, “No.”

Harley replies snarkily, but Peter can detect tones of warmth under it, “It’s like your parents didn’t teach you to share.”

Just to be a little shit, Peter replies sullenly, “Don’t have parents.”

Harley rolls his eyes, “Jesus fucking wept, quit going on and on about being an orphan.”

Peter laughs at that. The tension in the air is gone, replaced with something far more electric, and Peter doesn’t know what to do with that. 

Harley shoves his hands into his pockets, “Now, I don’t know about spider people’s ability to feel cold, but as a human teenager, I don’t want to turn into a human popsicle.”

Peter sighs dramatically and gets up, “Alright, let’s go.”

Harley adds, “You better make me some hot chocolate for all the useless drama you’ve cluttered my life with.”

By the time they leave high school, their days of hating each other are long gone, replaced instead by a warm friendship. The day of their graduation ceremony is one which both of them cherish. 

It feels weird to decide their colleges in such a show-boaty and unnecessarily dramatic way, but that’s what Harley and Peter decide. Ned had already made plans to fly out to his school of bio-tech in Japan the day after their ceremony and MJ’s leaving for Stockholm for her journalism school the week after. 

Peter and Harley are the only ones who are looking at the same courses in the same schools and it’s going to be a dream come true if they decide to go to the same school. 

Peter takes a deep breath and clutches the letters he’s gotten from all the colleges he’s applied to, before getting into the car with May and driving to the high school. 

May parks the car and Peter steps out. The grass has been freshly cut, the sun is shining and the bleachers have been wiped down and placed in a semi-circle around the podium. 

Students in blue gowns and hats are milling around. Peter can;t see his friends in the mele yet. 

He turns around and puts his letter inside the car before walking towards the bleachers. 

May walks with him, holding his hand. Even though they aren’t talking about it, Peter knows they’re both thinking of Ben, how he’d have loved to be around for this day. 

May tightens her grip for a moment, Peter looks down at her. He’s grown taller in the last year. Tony had pitched a fit about it. 

“I’m proud of you, kiddo.”

Peter nods, swallowing the lump in his throat, “Thanks, May. I love you.”

When they reach the seating arrangements, May walks towards the bleachers, which are the parent’s area and Peter heads to the arrangement of chairs  directly in front of the podium. 

Coach Wilson is standing in front, directing students to their seats. He smiles at Peter and points him to his chair. Peter sits down and waits for his friends. 

MJ and Ned text his within a few minutes and they all get together to take pictures with each other and their parents, before heading back to their seats.

As expected, Peter gets a message from Harley five minutes before the ceremony starts. 

Hey, I’ve reached the parking lot. Where r u?

Peter rolls his eyes and types otu a reply, 

I’m sitting in my seat, at the right time. Get here quickly, it’s about to start. 

Harley replies with an eye-rolling emoji. 

The ceremony starts a few moments later, the ceremony starts. Thankfully, Harley is in his seat before Principal Morita starts his address. 

Harley, MJ and Ned walk across the podium before Peter. He holds up his phone and takes videos of them, yelling hard and hooting as they wave at him. 

He feels elated when his name is called.

After the ceremony is over, when everyone’s done taking photos, crying and hugging, Harley and Peter stand in the parking lot. 

They’re both holding the letter of the school they’re going to. Harley smiles at him softly. Tony, Pepper, May and baby Morgan are standing to the side. 

Peter’s heart is thundering. He hands Harley his letter and snatches Harley’s from his hand. 

He opens the letter with shaking hands and bursts out laughing as soon as he sees the letter head. 

MIT

They’re both going to MIT. Harley’s hug comes out of nowhere. Peter stands in his friend’s embrace, listening to his thundering heartbeat, which copies his own. 

When they separate, Peter realises that he’s crying. Harley’s face looks blurred and by the hiccuping sound that Harley’s making, he’s crying as well. 

The first few weeks at school are a little difficult as they try to get their bearings, but having each other helps both Harley and Peter a lot. Which brings them here. 

In their second year, Peter and Harley share a room, a bed and soft morning kisses. Sometimes, Peter feels like they’re an old married couple. 

Tomorrow is the first day of their winter break. They’re going home in three days. Peter lies awake in bed, staging out of the window. 

New Year’s is approaching. Although he hates to admit it, Peter and Harley have had a ten year plan since sophomore year and  they’re almost halfway through it. 

Of course, the list has changed slightly, with the change in their relationship, but the idea is the same. 

Peter sits up slowly. He hasn’t been able to sleep due to the excitement. He tries not to wake Harley up, but the blonde boy is a light sleeper. 

Harley pulls him closer by the waist and mumbles, “Hmm, where you goin’?”

Peter shrugs, “Couldn’t sleep.”

Harley cracks an eye open, “What’re you thinkin’ bout?”

Peter replies softly, “Our 2020 resolutions.”

Harley is suddenly wide awake, “2020 isn’t a real year!”

Peter laughs at that, “Yeah it is, babe.”

Harley jolts out of bed, “Holy mother of god, we haven’t even planned our trip.”

Peter laughs out loud at that. They have a tentative plan of going for a backpacking trip across Europe before their final year. 

Before Peter can say anything, Harley has pulled out his laptop and is staring at it, bleary-eyed, at it powers up. 

Peter crawls over to him and softly closes the laptop. Harley hums inquisitively, “Hmm?”

Peter shakes his head and puts the laptop back in its place on Harley’s table, which is right next to the bed. The alarm clock sitting there, reads 1:45 a.m.

Peter replies softly, “There’s still time for that, Harley. Why don’t you catch up on your sleep? We can plan tomorrow.”

Harley lies down easily, taking Peter with him, “Knew there was a reason why I loved you.”

Peter blushes and cuddles into his chest.

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