#quentin beck fic

[aurora-starwars]

Preventing The Worst

Pairing: Peter Parker x fem!Stark!reader

Summary: reader prevents Peter from giving the E.D.I.T.H. glasses to Quentin Beck

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: None <3 Can be read as platonic or romantic

A/N: Self indulgent fix it fic? Another old one from the drafts

Master-list

“What do you think, kid?” Quentin Beck asked after Peter Parker’s insistence on him trying on Peter’s ‘EDITH’ glasses, and Quentin’s reluctance to put them on. Peter watches his new mentor as he looks around wearing the gift from his former mentor and father figure, Tony Stark. As Peter thought about his late father figure and his inheritance of the high tech Stark glasses, he thought about the question that has been on his mind since he got the glasses, why did he get them? It was only when he looked back at Quentin when Peter Parker Parker was suddenly hit with realization.

“"Next Tony Stark, I trust you."” Peter mutters faintly, seemingly sorting something out.

“"For the next Tony Stark, I trust you."” Peter repeats confidently.

“What?” Quentin questions.

”Mr. Stark left me a message with those glasses: "For the next Tony Stark, I trust you."”

“I'm still not following. How many lemonades have you had?” Quentin jokes, not seemingly understanding what the young Parker is saying.

“He knew every mistake I ever made, okay? So he must've known that I was not ready for something like this.”

“Why would he give it to you?”

”Because maybe he didn't trust me to have EDITH, he just trusted me to pick who should. It makes so much more sense. He always knew I would do what's right. And he's not gonna give them to Fury because Fury would give himself EDITH.”

”Aye, you're probably right about that.”

“Right, so the world needs the next Iron Man. And it's not gonna be me. I mean, I'm a 16-year-old kid from Queens. It needs to be an adult with some experience and that's good, like Tony Stark, like you.” Peter looks up at Quentin in hope.

Quentin, visibly perplexed, shakes his head and immediately removes the glasses from his face.

“No. Peter, come on. No.”

Peter grabs the glasses and activates E.D.I.T.H.

“EDITH?” Peter asks.

“Hello, Peter.” The E.D.I.T.H. AI responds.

**”**Hi. Yeah... Um, I'd like to transfer control over to Quentin Beck.”

“Peter, what are you doing?”

“Doing the right thing.” Peter says confidently.

“Any transfer will require confirmation.”

Mysterio holds back, evidently not eager to take control of the glasses.

“Stark gave you the glasses!”

“Stark gave me a choice. It's my choice to make, okay? And I'm gonna make it. You're a soldier, a leader. You stopped the Elementals. You saved my life. You saved the world, okay? He'd want you to have them.”

Beck remains silent, now somewhat resigned.

”Waiting for confirmation.”

“Confirm.” Peter confirms with a new found sense of confidence.

Peter takes the glasses off of his face and as he moves to pass them to Quentin, a hand intervenes, grabbing the glasses from Peter’s hand.

“Stark Override.” The voice is so familiar to Peter that it only takes a beat for him to register who it belongs too. The one and only, [Name]Stark; his best friend.

“Hey! What are you doing [Name]???” Peter asked accusingly. He had just figured out what Mr. Stark wanted him to do with the glasses and now she takes them?

“EDITH transfer control to [Name]Stark.” [Name]continues, seemingly ignoring Peter’s words.

“Transfer complete.”

Peter just looks at her with his eyebrows furrowed and an annoyed glint in his eyes. Quentin Beck, on the other hand, had balled his fists and was staring daggers at the young Stark girl.

“Why did you do that [Name]? And how did you know I was here?” Peter asked incredulously, standing up.

“Do you even know who he is?”

“Yes. Quentin Beck.” Peter looks her dead in the eye before whispering. “Mysterio.”

“No, not that. Did you know that he was a scientist working on the highly advanced "illusion tech” for Stark Industries?”

“Well no, but–”

“Did you know that he did not like that we ended up using the tech as device used by therapists?”

“No.” Peter started to rethink what he knew about the man. Was he really like this? Was he ever going to tell him? If he didn’t want Mr. Stark to use the tech for therapy, what did he want to use it for?

“But he is not a bad guy!” Peter defended. “He has been helping be defeating the elementals!”

[Name]looked at Quentin with a look Peter could only interpret as a death threat. Scratch that. Promise.

“Another thing,” [Name] started, before looking back at Peter Parker. “This man, he has no powers. And guess what? There are no elementals! None, that you have fought at least.”

“What!? But we fought them! I felt them, they ruined property, and put people in danger and you are going to say they weren’t real?!” Peter’s mind was spinning, confusion was flooding his mind like when the elementals flooded Venice. Or didn’t flood Venice. What was happening?

“Peter, those were real, they just weren’t “elementals” as this man has seemed to put it.” [Name]stated as she pointed her finger right in the face of ���Mysterio”.

“Did you really think you would get away with it? You put all of those people in danger, for what? More of the tech, a chance to get Peter’s glasses? What did you really want to do with them?”

He doesn’t have powers? How was [Name] here? How did he fight things that weren’t there? Why has he been so kept out of the loop? Didn’t Quentin put an effort in to deny the glasses?

“It doesn’t matter now. You have stolen tech from Stark Industries and have used it to cause harm. You are under arrest.” As she said it, about a dozen agents stormed the bar and arrested Quentin Beck and several others in the bar.

“Peter Parker you have been manipulated and if you know what’s good for you, you will go back to where the rest of our class is and go confess to MJ or whatever, okay?”

Peter looks around aimlessly, trying to get a grasp of what just happened.

“What you’re just leaving me like that? What the hell just happened?”

“Peter, please tell me you don’t actually think that Tony Stark gave you to the glasses because he wanted you to find the next Tony Stark.” [Name] watched Peter with a soft and sad gaze, all Peter could think is how much he miss Mr. Stark.

“I- I just wanted to make him proud.”

“Peter Parker, you were like a son to him. You have no idea how proud he was of you. That is why he gave you the glasses. He trusts you.”

“He was proud of me?” Peter asks carefully.

“Of course he was proud of you. He knew how smart and worthy you are. Now, you are not getting these glasses back until you know that you are already worthy of them. Goodbye Peter.”

“Goodbye [Name].”

A/N: Let me know if you liked it! Or if you wanna see more!

Masterlist

#peter parker x reader #peter parker x stark reader #peter parker fic #peter parker x stark!daughter #peter parker x fem!reader #x reader #x fem reader #peter parker #spiderman #spiderman x reader #fix it fic #quentin beck #mcu far from home #avengers #mcu fanfiction #peter parker fanfiction #spiderman fanfiction #peter parker imagine #spiderman far from home #stuff from drafts #aurora-starwars #platonic #romantic #Quentin Beck x reader #lol not really #tony stark x daughter!reader #daughter #female reader #peter parker is so sweet

[hollowsart]

Anon sent & wrote:

Acedia (cryptic crawler) X Quinten beck (Mysterio)

Semi  suggestive warning!!

Warning: vine bondage, low-key Quinten enjoying being stepped on, submissive but kinda dominant Quinten, just two losers having tension, probably ooc

I thank my friend for giving inspiration with one of the scenes and words - they're always providing the best stuff.

Sorry it's short but I hope you like it anyway! Ps. Please ignore any errors - I suck at finding mistakes

[Bonus picture at the end as thanks for the anon!!]

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Anything night, another crime to stop. Acedia's eyes immediately locked to the large cloud of colour pooling out from further away. Knowing all too well who was causing mischief over there - Mysterio. There was a skip in her heart rate as she began to sprint. Swinging up from the street, landing on a car's roof. A smile growing on her face as the car zoomed through the clustered roads. Getting closer and closer to her destination.

As soon as she could she swung to the lair and made her way inside. Traveling through the labyrinth of vents until she got to the lowest floor. There he stood, cursing as he used his cape as a makeshift fan for the exploded machine. Swirls of blues,pinks and a soft glow of green incased the room as machine sputtered. A smog machine gone wrong it seems.

A snicker rang out, catching the man's attention. He snapped his head to the vent; an all too familiar crawler hiding there.

"Ah- Acedia- have you come to sight see?"

"Hard not to when there's smoke coming out the building." She pointed out, almost sheepish.

Mysterio let out a groan. He didn't even realize it was seeping out beyond the lair walls.

"I haven't done anything for you to arrest me...yet." she could hear the smirk in his face as he kept his attention on her. But there was plenty of evidence of a scheme in place. Gadget's , mirrors and costumes lined. Markings on a board planning everything out.

Even before this, there was plenty of sightings of the remarkable Mysterio lurking in the shadows. Glimmers of his preference across the city. He's up to something.

"We both know that isn't true."

Sliding from the vent, Acedia stood with clawed gloves raised. Mysterio raised his arms as he chuckled. Giddy couldn't explain the fluttering sparks that swarmed from his stomach to his chest.

"If that's how it'll be, I might as give a Worthy performance~"

With a swish of his cape he disappeared into the smog. Acedia twisted, stalking through it trying to sense his whereabouts. Only met with warped images of her own appearances. Her body morphing smaller and smaller in each one until each one loomed over her. Closing her in as she squinted. Hands grabbed at her from behind. Twisting around to smack the hands away but it was futile. Wiggling her arms Much as she could she was able to slip from her jacket.

There was pregnant pause before a soft clink alerted her to his area. She ran forward but stumbled as soon as you took a few steps forward. A glass ball bigger than her head rolling the opposite direction.

"Myster-" before she could finishing speaking. All instincts kicked in as she shot a vine to a thick pole above. Flying upwards making her stomach knot as she latched onto it. Mysterio's figure grew from the smoke. Stretching up into few from the mirrors. It was her chance!

She shot another vine, it twisted around the tables leg as she steadied herself. His laughter filled the room as he tried to spot where she was through the smog. Suddenly, he was sent flying to the floor as she pounced. Vines wrapping around him as she skidded across the room. Darting all over the place as he thrashed. Falling to his knees as he knocked into the floor.

His mask vibrated from the force. His cheek smacking against it with a wince. What was worse it fell off as soon as he whipped his head up. Rolling to who knows where as he was left bare. His smirk strained on his face as he looked up at the sloth hero. Her foot pressed against his chest as she gripped the vine tight. Almost like a leash as she kept a distance.

His breath was caught in his throat as the vines pressed into his skin through his costume. His arms bound behind him as he kept his head held high. Red on his cheeks as he kept his signature smile. Taking in the sight before him. Watching each breath she took. Panting hard as she tried to keep her heroic composure. Each twitch of muscle that lined her limbs. The wild frizz of her hair from whipping about. Trying to imagine her expression - is she smiling too? Snarling?

A shiver went up his spine at the mere thought of her glare. White pupils squinted down at him. Like this. Wearing his desire like a badge on his chest. Imagining her eyes, whatever colour they may be, hardened and cold.

No. No she was too sweet. Too kind to look at him with such disdain. Heart too full of care to do such a thing.

"No more tricks." Acedia huffed out.

"Me? Trick you? I would never."

She let out a laugh through her nose. Shoulder's relaxing as she loosened her grip on the vines. Restless fingers twisting them as she grew nervous. He didn't have any bruises or bloodied noses; that was a relief.

“Y-you look good like that”, she muttered, blush hidden under her mask. The words stumbling out of her mouth before she even realized. Too engrossed in soaking in the view. Kneeling before her, chest puffed out as if shining with pride. Back arched displaying himself fully. Every part of him aching. He was glowing against the coloured smoke. Faint lights of the lair glimmering down on them both showing each detail. The stitches on his costumes. The peach fuzz on his face. The loose strands of his hair.  He was gorgeous.

Like any good magician, there was no trap inescapable. No trick unable to be solved. His hands wiggled and squirmed against the bindings. His arm slowly freeing itself. Acedia's eyes darted to his shifting arm. Charging forward to grab it but it was all he needed. His back hitting the ground. Forced to follow after as her foot dug into his ribs making him groan.  

She was above him; one foot on his chest and the other on the floor trying to balance as best as she could. Hands either side of his head as their faces hovered inches apart. He reached towards her face making her stiffen. Waiting with baited breath for his next move.

"You're.... really close now..."

With ease Quinten pushed her mask just enough to display the bottom half of her face. Fingers trailing from the fabric down to her jaw. She was completely frozen as heat crawled up her neck. Her skin painted with rose hues. His touch lingering as he tilted his head.

The scent of cinnamon and roasted nuts made his eyes flutter. Subconsciously breathing more of it in as he gently held her jaw. Just her so close was making his whole body set ablaze. Only her touch able to soothe it.

“I could get used to seeing you on top of me." He breathed out, a light chuckle on the end of it. Their lips almost brushing against each other. A stolen breath snatched from both of them.

Waiting. Hoping.

"I think you look divine.." His voice was soft. Scared if he moved or was any louder she would disappear. Be an illusion more cruel than anything he could think of. To be snatched of this opportunity was worse than any crime he could commit.

Both of their faces were completely red. His breathing uneven as as she removed her foot from his chest. But it still felt full. Filled to the brim of her. Only her. Taken by her heart and soul.

"I- I don't -" Acedia struggled to think. Unable to even express even one of the thousand's of emotions storming inside her.

“Have me, please, all of me.”

Quinten's lips grazed her trembling ones. Her eyes shaking as she tried to focus on what was happening. Her mind racing. One half of her brain telling her to sink into him. The other screaming for her to run.

“Than what would be left of you?” she whispered. A thread of worry lacing in her voice. It quivered against the longing shine in his hooded eyes.

“Whatever you think I deserve to keep.”

She gasped. Realization striking her like lightening. Stuttering noises of embarrassment as she stumbled up and away from him. His body immediately following after her. A chill running down him without her warm glow. Retracting the vines she had around him with a quick 'whish'. Running over to grab her jacket before running towards the vent.

"J-JUST DON'T COMMIT ANY CRIMES-!!" She screamed as she made her fumbling escape.  Mysterio stared, eyes wide at the ceiling. The phantom sensation of her lips burning his very being. He remained locked in place as if he was still bound. Heart thumping in his ears.

#my art #phone art #mysterio #quentin beck #spidersona #fanfic #fanart #not my writing #//long post #going positively rabid over this fic still sndnkgktwgsjghs

[starkerbee]

I've been thinking a lot about a Peter who is just absolutely starved of affection. May isn't around a lot. When she is, she's too tired - from work, from trying to repay the debts she owns, from trying to keep Peter on the straight and narrow - to really give him that care that he needs so desperately. Maybe they move around a lot, preventing Peter from making friends his own age. And so, Peter finds affection elsewhere.

Quentin Beck came as an unannounced savior. He's so sweet for Peter, so kind. Their interests tend to overlap, and even when they don't he doesn't mind listening to Peter ramble about whatever it is that he's excited about this time. It's innocent at first. Peter sees him as a friend, the only friend he has. When Quentin starts complimenting him, on Peter's smile, how soft his hair looks, how pretty and long his legs are, and how beautiful his moans must sound, Peter just smiles and nods along. He ignores the pit of wrong wrong wrong wrong that forms in his stomach.

Quintin gets more and more possessive. Talking about how Peter is his, and his alone. Peter walks home with a boy from school one day - just a friend, nothing more - and is rewarded by being called a "disgusting, two-timing slut" by Quentin. Peter doesn't know what to do. He's grateful for Quentin, he truly is, but he can't shake the feeling that he should be scared of the older man.

Maybe Peter's resolve breaks one day after another tirage of abusive words from the person who's supposed to be his friend and decides that he needs to do something. He goes to the police and explains his situation to the kind officer that's assigned to him - knowing that Quentin would kill him for speaking negatively of him, let alone to the police. Peter's attempt is in vain. Quentin hasn't hurt him, not in any way that counts according to the law, and since Quentin hasn't touched him in any way that's inappropriate either, there's nothing that the police can do for him.

Not officially, at least, is what the officer tells him later that night - having taken it on himself to secretly take Peter's address from the database at the station. But just because the police cannot help him doesn't mean that Officer Stark will not do everything he possibly can to keep Peter safe.

And Peter? Well, he's just so grateful.

#starker #tony x peter #tony stark x peter parker #starker imagine #starker fanfiction #starker fic #ironspider #iron man x spider man #I’m having to get used to writing for these two again #so I’ll probably do more of these short little blurbs #Quentin beck x Peter Parker #is there a ship name for them? #quentin beck #spiderio

[caelestialilium]

Is there something worse than disappointment?

Peter had thought that the feelings for Mr. Stark were due to his glorification of Iron Man.

Then he met Quentin Beck and could not justify what he let him do to him.

When he faced Dr. Strange, he only felt resignation.

#starker #spiderstrange #spiderio #quentin beck #stephen strange #tony stark #peter parker #my fic #ihateunrequitedloveandmanipulation #idonotknowwhyiwrotethis

[cryptid-writing]

I'm getting called out in my own home 😩😔

#and so the writer speaks #mysterio #quentin beck #repetitively checking the filtered tab on my phone browser to see if the 5 non mcu fics have gone up in number

[rightsforharleykeener]

did y'all know there are peope out there that actually ship peter parker and QUENTIN BECK. MYSTERIO. i'm all for getting peter parker a boyfriend. idc who said boyfriend is. ned. harley. harry. even flash. the list goes on. BUT QUENTIN BECK????

however the ship isn't harmful and at least it wasn't starker. that's all i care about. it was just a jumpscare

#it was untagged in a fic i read #it was such a good fic too #like my brother in christ pls tag the relationships #i thought peter was just gonna be single #but he was not #he was with quentin beck. #tbf he wasn't mysterio but like #he was based off quentin beck and the pictures were still jake gyllenhaal #it was strange #but still #i hope this didn't offend anyone?

[professional-benaddict]

‘Daycare’ on AO3

by richie and @professional-benaddict

READ HERE

Peter's Daddy Quentin is busy, too busy for even proper hugs and kisses. Peter clings to his favourite daycare teacher Tony to try and cope with his feelings about his Daddy. During the day, Tony helps Peter explore his feelings. Maybe it was all a misunderstanding?

A never before seen (aka almost lost in the void that is my WIP folder) rp story by me and Richie that we did ages ago🥰🥰

#my fics #little!peter #daddy!quentin #uncle!tony #imma just tag as that sksk #spiderio #peter parker x quentin beck #peter parker #tony stark #quentin beck

[tristansarchive]

Quentin doesn't seem to mind the abrupt change of subject, but he doesn't make mention of taking the conversation seriously either— he keeps on dragging the knuckles of his stupidly large hand along the bare skin of his arm, drawing goosebumps in its wake. Eyes closed, not a sign of a tense muscle or quickening heartbeat; he's as relaxed as ever, lulling Peter into that same sense of calm with the rise and fall of his chest as words finally push past his lips and fill the silent, empty-looking room. - "If there's something that Stark has taught me in his generous wisdom, is that people won't give you what you deserve. You've got to take it yourself."

Ignoring Quentin's exhausted, familiar antics, Peter's left with the implications of his words and how they once would've sounded so beyond him; it's too bitter of a worldview, it leaves no space for trust or hope, least of all healing. A twisted, self-serving analysis that explains the man underneath him so well— his fingers curls over the sprinkle of hair over Quentin's stomach, he doesn't know what to do with the understanding that downs on him. What it means for the Peter he is now. - "I can't do the same as you. I'm not like you."

Quentin hums, his tone contains a forced playfulness that the teen already knows what to associate with. - "That's 'cause you're weak, honey. Why I'm taking you instead."

#mine: fic #snippet #from an au i'm coming up with for them #it's a somewhat canon compliant #post-NWH #i just had to take this dialogue out of my head #i love them so MUCH #mcu peter parker #quentin beck #quentinpeter #spideysterio #bittersweet affectionate vibes #quentin being an asshole but also cuddling peter #balanced as all things should be

[jamgoesart]

Shot Through the Heart

comming this week

(prologue here/full story on Wattpad)

Starring:

Amy Adams & Jake Gyllenhaal

If you can't enjoy the present, you have no reason to think that the future could be better.

#wattpadcover #wattpad fic #wattpad fanfiction #jake gyllenhaal #quentin beck #david loki #mysterio #amy adams

[a3s1rxx]

Don’t Forgive, Never Forget

A Spot fanfic. Basic premise is that Johnathon Ohnn is in the MCU as the Spot. It’s a technical Spotsterio romance but whatever. Also my personal headcanon is The Spot is transfem and goes by Jonathyn so. She/Her is used.

Plot Synopsis: The Spot finds out Mysterio died (CW: Angst, Mention of character death?, Spotsterio content [If you don’t like it don’t read it], Self loathing, it’s just sad, drinking? I’m not sure if it’s alcoholism or not)

It had been years since the incident. Jonathyn sat in the bathroom of her small one bedroom apartment, looking at the spotted skin along her arms and body. She ran her fingers through the small fuzz of hair on her head that had begun to grow. The color was the same as her chalk white skin.

Even though a long time had passed, she still hated this new body she had. Her jet black hands ran along the skin of her thighs, dodging the dark matter that created the spotted pattern all over.

She stood up and looked in the mirror, hands tracing over her cheeks. Her face was a black void, the only trace of of it were two eyes, as white as her skin, staring back at her.

After a long time of silent staring, she walked out the bathroom and to her small bedroom, throwing on a hoodie and some sweatpants in case she decided to go out that day. She walked to the kitchen and poured herself some cereal. After rummaging through the fridge, she got a bottle of Corona and set it on the counter next to the cereal.

Eventually she found herself sitting on the couch and watching TV, while also eating cereal and drinking beer. As she mindlessly watched the news and ate, her mind began to wander to her life way before this. Before the Kingpin, before the incident, before all of this. Back to her MIT days where she roomed with none other than Quentin Beck.

They were great friends, hitting it off as soon as Jonathyn had moved into the dorm. Socially though, they were complete opposites. Quentin’s notoriously large ego, Jonathyn’s inability to socialize. Quentin’s want to pursue visual effects and VFX, Jonathyn’s want to pursue science and researching technology. After classes they’d drink together and just relax in each other’s company. Everyone on campus would call them inseparable. That was until graduation. Quentin went on to work for Tony Stark, another MIT grad. Jonathyn went on to work for Wilson Fisk, better known as the Kingpin. And then slowly they drifted, until they never talked again.

Jonathyn found herself thinking about Quentin and how much she missed him. Ever since MIT she had strong feelings toward him but never said a word at risk of their friendship.

She picked up her phone and began to go through it. She stopped at Quentin’s number, thinking long and hard about actually attempting to contact him. It had been years. They hadn’t really talked since her incident. She stared at the number on the screen. With a nervous exhale she pressed the number, calling the one and only, Quentin Beck.

The dial tone sounded through the phone. After about two minutes, she was about to hang up thinking it was a mistake, until the dial tone stopped.

“Hello?” A familiar voice spoke on the other end of the phone. She cleared her throat, a familiar but warm nervousness returning. A feeling from oh so long ago.

“Um, hey Quen!” She smiled (metaphorically) to herself, taking a sip of her beer.

“Hey Johnny.” Quentin chuckled and seemingly took a sip of some drink, as the sound of him swallowing came over the phone. “It’s been a while.”

“It really has, hasn’t it.” Jonathyn laughed a little and bit down on her thumb a little. “How’s working with Stark?”

Quentin groaned at the name Stark, the resentment still not leaving his body.

“I’ve moved on. I work for myself now.”

“Oh wow. I’m happy for you! I know you always wanted to have your own thing going.”

“Yeah yeah. What about you? How’s researching coming along?”

“It’s, uh, doing well yeah.” Jonathyn coughed awkwardly. After a small pause she spoke again. “I was wondering if you wanted to meet up to catch up sometime.”

“Mhm, that sounds great but I’m in Prague right now-“

“Oh that’s fine! I could make it there tomorrow.” Jonathyn said quickly, almost a little too eagerly.

“Here what about this, I’ll be in London tomorrow, meet me there okay? I have some stuff I want to show you. I’ll meet you on the Tower Bridge.” Quentin spoke, setting his drink on the table.

“Yeah that works, uh, what time?”

“6:00 PM”

“Okay. I’ll be there. Oh yeah! I look really different since we last saw each other.”

“It’s okay. No matter how you look, I’ll always be able to figure out it’s you.” Quentin hung up. Jonathyn set her phone down and hopped up and down.

After her own personal celebration, she grabbed her phone and headed out the door to get gifts for her dear friend. She spent the rest of the day traveling from store to store, buying little trinkets and a box of chocolates. After that she went home and put everything in a small gift bag.

***

The next day, Jonathyn spent every waking moment thinking about the Tower Bridge and meeting Quentin again. She wondered what he looked like since the last she saw him. She paced around endlessly wondering what to say and what he could have that he wanted to show her. Endless thoughts came and left her buzzing mind. Then 6:00 PM came along.

She opened up a spot portal and walked through it, ending up right on the London bridge. Instead of Quentin being there, Guterman was there. He stood with a somber look on his face and Quentin’s phone in his hand.

“Hi.” Jonathyn approached him, if her face had an expression it would be confusion.

“You must be Jonathyn.” Guterman bowed his head as a hello. “Quentin left this for you. He’d like you to read it.” He held out the phone.

Jonathyn took it with a thanks and unlocked it. The phone opened up to a message written in his notes.

“Johnny, I don’t think I’m going to make it to our meeting today. I am so so sorry. I sent a colleague to talk to you, his name is Guterman. He will explain everything, I promise. I’m sorry I couldn’t make it.”

Jonathyn handed the phone back.

“Quentin died this afternoon on this bridge.” Guterman spoke. Jonathyn froze, she didn’t even dare breathe.

“If this is Quen’s form of a joke.. it’s not funny.” She could barely speak, her voice coming out almost as a whisper.

“It’s not a joke.” Guterman responded. Jonathyn shook her head. Guterman started to explain everything that led up to this. Starting from Tony firing Quentin, to the master plan, the elementals, the made up story, and then the fall of it all. All Jonathyn could do was listen. Her blood ran cold. Tears threatened to overflow from her eyes.

“Oh….” Is all she could muster, voice cracking.

“The funeral will happen a week from now, in his hometown. He asked for you to be there.”

“Y-yeah ill, uh.” She bit back tears. “I’ll be there yeah.” She nodded and turned to leave. Her legs and hands trembled, almost as if this emotional weight was a real one, slowly crushing her into the floor beneath her. Without another word, she opened a portal and stepped through it, back to her small one bedroom apartment.

As soon as she set food into her bedroom, she fell to the floor. Knees harshly slamming onto the wood, followed by the side of her body, then her head. She wailed and cried, head in her hands and nails digging into skin. If anyone heard it, they would swear someone was being murdered. There was a heavy sorrow contained in each tear that fell from her face. Every scream contained a pain that couldn’t be measured on any kind of scale.

She laid there and cried for days until her vocal cords ran weak and couldn’t produce any sound. Her eyes were sore and her head ached with fatigue.

The next few days she lived like a ghost. She barely ate. She didn’t leave the apartment. She just laid in bed, staring off at the walls. She’d texted Quentin’s number over and over, with a false hope that he’d respond. She’d call him, leaving voicemail after voicemail with some fantasy that he’d respond and say this was all a joke.

The morning of the funeral was the same morning that the fake news story about Quentin’s death was released. Jonathyn sat watching the news, a blank expression in her eyes.

The funeral was a private funeral. Only the team and Jonathyn was invited. It started open casket.

Jonathyn, once at the venue, walked over to the casket and looked in. The mortician that was hired had to be a good one. Quentin lay there, looking peacefully asleep. Jonathyn reached in and gently touched his face, as she was afraid she’d wake him. She leaned in and left a small kiss on his forehead.

“I wish we met under better circumstances.” She spoke, letting out a small somber chuckle. She stood back up and sighed before taking her seat with the other people.

The funeral went rather quickly. Jonathyn never spoke on the podium, to do so would cause all the pain to flood back. Soon Quentin’s casket was lowered into the ground. The team left one by one after leaving small flowers on his tombstone. Jonathyn stayed behind. She sat down on the grass, next to the stone.

“Hey Quen…” she spoke. Staring off into the distance while talking. “I’m gonna miss you a lot you know that?” She exhaled, tears threatening to spill once more. “There was so much I wanted to say to you… um….” She leaned her head up against the gravestone. “I have spots all over now. They’re like little portals. I can still eat and stuff though. Also I, uh, love you.” She began to fiddle with her hands. “And not in like a friendly way. I wanted to marry you one day but I guess I can’t do that now, huh. And I, uh, I’m sorry I wasn’t there to help you….” Her voice wavered. “I should’ve been there.” The tears began to fall again. Her hands wrapped around her arms and her nails dug into her skin, drawing blood from minor cuts. “But it’s okay… I’ll avenge you, alright.” She mumbled between sobs. “I’ll kill that stupid spider boy.” Deluded anger fuzzed her brain. She was irrational. Angry. Full of hate and sorrow. “I’ll kill him for you.”

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#johnathon ohnn #the spot #quentin beck #mcu fic #rare pair #crackship #rarepair

[hollowsart]

I have been turned into a Mysterio simp thanks to your art. Especially that "I've shown you my face, let me see yours" art you did. I know she's got an over bite so she's not lip biting BUT THE TENSION! HIS SMIRK- OH MY GOD IT DOES SOMETHING TO ME

I've never wanted to be your oc more than that post. I can't believe it. I was OBSESSED with doc ock but now - I cant stop thinking about Mysterio!

I really wanna write a fic of him or even your 'spider'sona and him but I don't know if my brain will be able to stay sane - too many ideas. So many tension filled moments - I am spiralling

Anon, you have no idea the pure joy this gives me. But also I mean I am also barely containing my own sanity with him as the days go by. The proof:

Also that piece is one of my favorites and I think about it more often than I probably maybe should.. 👉👈💦

Anyways, you're absolutely welcome 💖🔮

#my art #phone art #mysterio #quentin beck #spidersona #FEEL FREE TO WRITE FIC ABOUT HIM AND ME/MY SPIDERSONA. OR JUST ANY FIC IN GENERAL THAT IS HIM AND A READER LIKE.. I'm so far gone. LOL #'your oc' ..u say as if that isn't literally just me in a sloth costume LOL (lighthearted) #//long post #alsoIamabsolutelylipbitinginthatpost-- I mean what who said that

[ctrsara]

"Don't ever apologize for being the smartest one in the room."

I was watch FFH again trying to get some Peter-at-16-energy and even though I hate Quentin Beck with the fire of a thousand suns, I love this scene. I'm just going to pretend that Tony said it instead, and that it was sincere.

#peter parker is brilliant #irondad and spiderson #irondad fic ideas #i am going to write this at some point #hopefully soon #quentin beck is the worst

[theweirddivide]

There next part of my ‘cause freedom is no small thing series is here!! I know a lot of you have been waiting for this one… 👀

#ao3 #irondad #peter parker #peter parker & tony stark #quentin beck #spider son #ao3 fanfic #my fic #irondad and spiderson

[cheeseplatypusandiceskates]

@unsettledink, I made a meme for your Gotcha fic, I humbly hope you enjoy a meme from a random stranger For those interested, here's the link to the fic in question: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32297308/chapters/80056471

#Spiderman #Tom Holland Spiderman #spiderman far from home #Mysterio #Quentin Beck #Peter Parker #Original meme #For unsettledink #Gotcha fic “art” #image post

[fanfickeeper]

Does anyone have a copy of Along came Mr.

Beck by ru17?

#spideysterio #spidersterio #spiderio #fic #quentin beck #peter parker #ao3fic

[starcchild]

conflicted - ikau one-shot

"Hey, Carter, look at me."

She flinched as Quentin cupped her face with both hands, but his grip only tightened. Not enough for it to hurt, but enough for her to stay. Enough for her to turn her gaze back to his - to see a softness in his gaze she... still wasn't sure how to feel about. Even despite the way her heart seemed to skip a beat. Despite the way her stomach twisted.

Were those good feelings? Bad? She could never tell. But... she wanted to think they were good.

Though the way her stomach coiled as he ran his thumb across her cheek threatened to make her think twice if she let herself focus on it.

"You've got me," he reminded quietly. His gaze never wavering from hers. "The others clearly don't care, but I do. Screw the Avengers - you don't need them. You can still be Iron Man without 'em. I'm telling you, sweetheart, you can walk away. It could be you and me, you know. We could be heroes together. Wouldn't that be better?"

God, a part of Carter was tempted to agree. To leave the Avengers and strike it out with Quentin, or even just on her own. She could still be Iron Man - she didn't need to lose who she was by walking. Yet... there was a tightness in her chest that made her heart hurt. A panic that seemed to seep through her mind like ice - threatening to take hold if she so much as even entertained the idea further. As desperate as she was to leave the moniker behind... she couldn't. It was who she was, regardless of whether or not she wanted it. She was Iron Man. And...

She was an Avenger. Even if she didn't want to be. She couldn't just leave them like that, even if she could be replaced. Even if they didn't care.

And she'd be lying if she said there wasn't something about Quentin's insistence that made her nervous. Even if she did everything she could to ignore it. Because he meant well - he did. She... knew he did. He was just... intense. Focused on his goals. Determined to leave his mark on the world by doing good.

She needed to believe that he meant well--

"I--" Carter swallowed thickly, and let out a shaky breath as his thumb gently ran over her cheek once more. As he tilted her chin up. "It would be, but..."

His gaze darkened, and he stifled a sigh. "But you won't leave." His voice was quiet, but... colder. Heavy with disappointment. Though, even as he still held her face in his hands, his grip never tightened like she always expected. Never turned painful. "Carter--"

"I... I want to," she interrupted - her voice rising in a near-desperation for him to believe her. An apology burning in the back of her throat. "I... I do, but I can't... I can't just..." She inhaled sharply, and felt a funny sense of relief as Quentin's expression seemed to soften. "I- I can't... just lea-leave, Quen. It's- it's not--" Control it. "It's... not that simple. But if I-- If I could..."

He said nothing, and instead leaned forward and pressed his forehead to hers. But her heart only lodged in her throat, and she fought the urge to pull away from him. Unable to understand why she felt so conflicted when it came to his touch.

"You can," he murmured, "but alright. We can drop it for now. I just need you to know you're only hurting yourself by staying. They don't care about you, Carter, you've said that yourself." He went quiet for a moment, and he bumped his nose against hers. "You know I care about you, right?"

Do you? she wanted to ask, but held her tongue. Unsure if she should just kiss him to get him to drop it, or try - again - to get him to actually listen to her about why she struggled so much with the idea of leaving. But... "I know," she rasped. "I know you do, Quen. And I'm sorry, I just--"

With a quiet hush, Quentin kissed her, and it took everything in Carter not to recoil. To shove down the hurt as she closed her eyes and returned it slowly. To ignore how much she wanted this to be different. That he loved her the way she--

Did she even love him?

"You can stay with me tonight," he said quietly as he pulled away from her, though still cradled her face in his hands. "Give yourself time to think about it away from them. I could use your help anyway with this stupid program."

Carter ignored how her stomach twisted and her heart studdered, and gave a small nod in response. Unwilling to figure out how she felt about him. "Yeah. I... I can do that." It was easier to focus on work. Easier to distract herself that way. To ignore her conflictions as she gingerly pulled back out of his grasp. "Thank you, Quen."

He smiled, and she wasn't sure if it made her want to stay, or if she should--

"Anything to distract you, sweetheart."

Quentin's smile widened, and she decided then that the kind look in his eye was enough to make her want to stay. Enough for her to ignore how she still felt conflicted. To ignore the quiet worry in the back of her mind that he might be caring about her for all the wrong reasons. Because... he was the only one who cared. He was, and it was just her mind playing tricks and telling her otherwise. He was different. He was--

Carter forced a smile back, and followed him inside.

#((my brain is putty but my muse is high so y'all get to deal with my fic bits #while i try to get myself to refocus back on doing replies again sfdgjhkfd #this weekend is just gonna be a drag for me with work ahah #but yeah i just;;; still gotta do the rewrite so I'm lowkey fixated on that atm #which is why i wrote this real quick sfdgjhgsdf #maybe one day it'll become a full fic #but probably not dfsgkjhsdfg)) #mun writes #ikau things #c; Quentin Beck #abuse tw