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rittxnhouse · 5 months
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“wait. you don’t remember what
she looks like ? 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄
𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐔𝐏 :-) ! ”
alt. :otto has a distorted nightmare about his and rosie’s wedding day post-accident.
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Today's LGBT+ Headcanon is;
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Harry Osborn from Sam Rami's Spiderman Trilogy-Gay
Requested by Anon
Status: Deceased
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ashesoriley · 10 months
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What if in the Tobey spiderman trilogy, Norman somehow survived the stabbing and went down to the sewers
And now goblin won't let them leave "we're a rat now Norman"
And Normans like " please let me go see my son, my only son,Peter Parker" ( he doesn't give a shit about Harry as usual)
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malebellyworld · 1 year
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1.) To Be Young and In Love
Chubby!Ramiverse!Peter Parker x Male!Reader
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⚠️TW ⚠️: The following mentions E.D., Depression, and S.A.
(Anything italicized is referring to the past.)
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Spiderman Swings Into Action
You sighed as you walked away from reading the latest on the newsstand on your way to work. Ever since you moved from Connecticut to New York City things changed drastically. You and your family moved in last summer, but for the wrong reasons. Your dad was caught drinking on the job, and after they fired him his friend called him about an open spot in the ship yards and your mom worked at the dry cleaners. But now that you turned sixteen, your parents sort of pressure you into getting a job.
You were on your way to work at the Atlantic Diner. Everyday you would go right after school, dressed in your uniform and ready for another grueling shift dealing with noisy screeching children, rude elderly people, and the occasional Karen raging about the wrong order.
However, one thing that stood out from the rest of the customers was that Peter Parker - the guy who was not even considered to be on the food chain - was sitting there at the bar lazily stirring a melted chocolate milkshake, a sullen look on his face as he was lost in his thoughts, disconnected from it all.
Ever since his uncle Ben died three days ago, Peter has not been the same. Just yesterday, Flash Thomson was trying to apologize to Peter, but then he immediately responded by slamming the taller boy into the lockers. It was shocking to see someone so gentle and calm as Peter flip in a split second.
After you put your apron and name tag on, you began taking orders from other tables and going back and forth with drinks and plates. As you did this, though, you could not help but glance over at Peter as he remained still in the same position you saw him.
You could not help but feel bad for him.
A few minutes had passed, yet Peter still stayed in the same spot as before, gazing into nothing. You sighed as you walked up behind the counter, putting on a small but warm smile on your face.
“Hey, Peter.”
The boy jerked back into reality, glancing up at you with crystal blue eyes as he smiled softly at you. “Oh, hey, Y/n.” He said awkwardly.
“How’s everything going?.” You asked as you handed the chef the ticket order.
“Uh, I-I don’t know, it’s alright I guess.” Peter said, still staring at his melted milkshake.
You sighed heavily as you refilled a few drinks. “And how’s your aunt doing?.”
“She’s okay, still hasn’t gotten much sleep lately.” Peter said glumly.
“And what about Mary Jane, how’s she doing?.” You asked.
“W-We… haven’t spoke much in a while.” Peter said, a trace of sadness was in his tone.
“Oh… I’m sorry to hear that.” You said, cringing.
“It’s okay…” Peter mumbled.
You could see his eyes growing even more red with each passing second, his face pinching and contorting in deep-seeded agony. Peter was usually great at hiding his emotions, even after being beat by Flash, not a single tear would leave his eyes.
But now, it is a full view and for the first time ever, the nerd boy everyone seems to treat like nothing, is now taking off his shield and letting the whole world know that he too can hurt just as much as anyone else.
You immediately laid your hand over his, your thumb rubbing the side of his fist. “I know how it all feels like,” You said, earning a tearful look from Peter. “I know what it feels like when seemingly everyone is leaving you and nothing is working as the way it should be.”
Peter only nodded, placing his hand over yours. “Thanks, Y/n, but I think I should go home now.”
You hesitated as the brunette got up from his seat, pulling a ten dollar bill from his wallet and tossing it on the counter. You immediately grabbed Peter by his arm, causing him to jerk his head back to you in shock as he gazes at you with wide blue eyes, causing you to let go.
“Uh, maybe we could hang some time, go see what’s in the movies probably?.” You asked, biting down on the inside of your cheek.
Peter stood there for a moment, thinking of whether or not this was a prank, until he finally nodded his head. “Yeah, sure sounds good.”
“O-okay, I’ll call you. Bye.” You said shyly. Peter smiled a little before walking out the door.
To say the least, things between you two were slow; Peter mostly going on about how he was applying for a job at The Daily Bugle as a photographer, or how he and Aunt May were handling the entirety of the death of Uncle Ben. But what killed your spirit the most, was how he was insistent on dating Mary Jane.
Despite her being a genuinely good person, she still had left Peter in this space of uncertainty as she was still with Harry Osborn, while at the same time she would build Peter up into thinking he could have his chance with her. And it hurt you to see that even though they were good for each other, they still had their flaws that were left unattended like untreated infections.
You, on the other hand, would devote as much time to the lovable nerd as much as you could, mostly meeting him at the diner for some fires and a milkshake.
Sometimes he would eat more than that, sometimes it was a whole two plates worth of food, and yet Peter would still look the same as before, blaming it on how he was always running after the school bus every morning.
It was not until the homecoming dance came around when Peter had finally worked up the courage to ask out Mary Jane. Sadly, she declined, opting for going with Harry to go see a showing of Wicked the same night. This meant that you had your chance to ask Peter, regardless of whatever anyone thought.
“Hey, Peter. I gotta ask you something,” You asked as you both worked on your Physics experiment.
“What is it?.” He asked softly.
“… I-I was wondering if you were free this Saturday?.” You asked.
“Uh, I think so, why?.” Peter asked as he looked at you quizzically.
“Well, I was wondering if you’d like to go with me to the movies this Saturday?.” You asked, rubbing the back of your neck.
He stayed quiet for a moment. Peter did not know what exactly to think about all this; getting asked out, let alone by a guy. He usually spent his Saturdays inside either working on his homework or a new assignment for The Daily Bugle, or secretly doing night patrol in his spidersuit.
“Uh, I-I don’t know…” Peter said awkwardly. “Besides I have some stuff to do for work and if I miss that then my boss’ll kill me.”
“We can go in the early afternoon and I’ll have you back home by four.” You said.
Peter hesitated for a bit, biting his bottom lip. “Okay.”
You smiled. “Great, I’ll see you then.”
You knew Peter Parker was an awkward nervous wreck half of the time. As you both sat through the previews, you could see from the corner of your eye Peter biting his nails as he stared intensely at the screen, and since Peter hardly had any nails left to chew off, you passed the large tub of popcorn over to him causing him to jump from his trance.
You smiled, shaking the tub. “It’s always nice to share.”
Peter smiled sheepishly. “Thanks.” He said, taking a handful of popcorn and shoving it in his mouth.
This went on for the first half of the movie. You would be mainly glued to the screen watching all the action go down as Peter continuously ate popcorn without even stopping for a drink. You knew everyone had their ways of coping with anxiety, nail biting being one of the main mechanics, but never did you see constant eating as one of them. Yes you’ve heard of stress eating, but never seen it in person.
After the movie had ended, You were expecting Peter to immediately go back home, but to your surprise, he insisted that you both go out to eat.
After ordering your favorite item from the menu, Peter was still picking out a few things as you sat there, awkwardly taking a few sips from your cup as Peter went on, ignoring the surprised expressions from the elderly waitress.
You didn’t know what exactly to think of it. Peter was always hardly eating and he’d mostly be seen eating bits of his food like a bird. Maybe he was just really hungry today? Maybe he’s trying to bulk up? Maybe he skipped breakfast this morning?
("What if it’s something else?.")You thought. After all, tomorrow marks three weeks since his uncle had died. ("What if it’s just that, what if he’s stressed out?.")
You were brought back to reality when Peter was calling your name from beyond your mind, causing You to slightly flinch as Peter reached to touch your hand. “I’m sorry, I must’ve blanked out.”
“It’s okay, I was just asking if your come here often.” Peter said in his typical soft tone.
“Uh, not really, I usually go to school and work and then home.” You said with a small giggle.
Peter nodded. “Is there anywhere else you go to?.”
“Not really, I don’t have much of a social life.” You gazed back down at your drink, swirling the ice around.
“I know how it feels,” Peter said solemnly.
Before You could say anything else, the waitress came back with your food first. You waited a bit for Peter's to come, and when it did your eyes grew wide. The other boy had ordered four large plates of food, along with two desserts.
You didn't say much, weary if you'd hurt Peter's feelings. Instead, You just ate quietly, glancing over at Peter every now and then to see him scarfing down his food like he hasn't eaten in weeks.
"So, what are your plans for homecoming next week?." You asked.
Peter barely paused from his eating. "Not really," He said with a mouthful of Salisbury steak. "Probably just staying in at home."
You nodded, watching as he finished the first plate within four minutes, moving on to the next without taking a break, not even to drink his coke.
("He probably skipped out on breakfast today,") You thought as You saw Peter begin on his second plate - a BLT with a side of fries.
"What about you?." Peter asked.
You sighed, "Uh, I guess I might pick up an extra shift, maybe pick up drawing again."
Peter nodded before finishing off the rest of his sandwich and eating whatever was left with the fries.
("What if he could be binging?.") You thought. ("Maybe some kind of disorder?.")
But You didn't know what exactly he was dealing with. After all, he never was one to show any emotion, let alone any disorders he may be facing. It was almost like he wasn't even human at times. Like he was a creature from a different place, and he was trying to survive every day.
By the time he finished his third plate, Peter has let out a long sigh as he rested his hand above his stomach. You could not help but gaze at him, your heart fluttered a little as he gently rubbed his stomach, letting out a short burp before opening his eyes and going to finish off the fourth plate - shepherd’s pie with beef.
The two of you sat in silence and you’re gaze never left Peter as he ate and ate until there was nothing left on his plate. Peter glanced over at your plate and noticed that You hardly made a dent.
“Are you okay?.” He asked.
“Uh, yeah, I’m just not that hungry.” You said with a little smile.
Peter swallowed. “Um, do you want a to-go box?.”
You shook your head. “No, that’s okay, thanks anyway.”
Peter began to blush as he stared at your unfinished plate, his mouth agape as his eyes looked distant and glassy. He was almost in some odd trance-like state, completely enamored by the food You had ordered, his mouth growing watery.
“Uh, do you want some of it?.” You asked shyly.
Peter snapped his eyes up at You, giving a short nod with a small innocent smile, those blue eyes gleaming with joy, and your heart was driven madly into adoration.
Once You gave Peter your plate he immediately began to consume every single thing left until there was nothing else left but whatever little garnishment the cook had put there.
He leaned back against the booth, his shirt resting tightly around his fully bloated stomach. You tried so desperately not to look, not to touch, but it was a very difficult task You somehow managed to pull off.
• • •
A few weeks had passed since that day. You and Peter were still talking but you haven’t seen him that often, and if You did, he’d be secretly snacking on something during class, or eating everything he had on his tray at lunch.
You started to notice that he was beginning to don an oversized sweatshirt in the beginning of spring. You always knew Peter was self-conscious but it was never this bad. Everyday he would be on the bus wearing the same navy blue hoodie, never once would he take it off, only rolling the sleeves up to his elbows to reveal more defined and thicker arms than their regular spindly figure. You wanted to ask something, but once again You thought it just wasn’t in your place to do so.
One night, You were walking back home from work. You had taken the bus and it was already starting to drizzle, so You picked up the pace a little bit. As You were walking, however, a loud smash had caused You to look behind to see what was happening.
Three tall men were stalking their way towards You, their voices were slurred as the scent of booze wafted off themselves. The began to crowd You and slowly began backing You into the corner of a dark alleyway. You looked for any chance of an exit, but one of them had placed their arms beside You, practically trapping You from the world.
The man was big and bald, a large scar on his left eye, a demonic smile that made You shiver in the now pouring rain. He leaned in closer, his mouth grazing your neck.
You looked around with wide eyes, hoping for anyone who could help, but during this time of night, your chances were slim and nothing was going to stop these guys from doing whatever they wanted to You.
As the taller man forcefully pulled You into him, You felt every ounce of dread flood your body. Dysphoria was took over full time once the man reached down your pants, his large rough hand fondling You as he gripped your waist, his mouth tasted that of cigarettes and cheap alcohol.
“Hey save some for us too, Mitchie.” Said one of the assailants.
The man - Mitchie - simply grunted in your mouth as he continued to forcefully smash your lips against his.
You let out a shrill and muffled scream before the man slammed You against the wall and knocked the wind out of You.
However, before the man could do anything else, a loud “Hey!” caused everyone to jolt from what they were doing, glancing all around to find who was disrupting them.
You never thought you’d be seeing THE Spider-Man right in front of You, but low and behold, there he was standing there behind everyone, almost analyzing the situation going on.
“Now what’s gonna happen here is that either you guys leave him alone, or I’m gonna have to do everything my way.” He said.
“And what the fuck are you gonna do about it if we say no?.” Said the other assailant.
Without warning, Spider-Man launched a web at one of the guy’s face, causing him to stumble back into a pile of wet cardboard boxes. The other guy charged after Spider-Man, narrowly avoiding the punch that was sent flying in his direction.
“Okay, I see how it’ll be.” Spider-Man said.
He threw the first punch with success, causing the goon to nearly fall back as blood began to flow down his nose. However, before the man could even throw his next punch, a web wrapped his fist up before the rest of his body was wrapped up in webbing.
You gazed into the annoyed eyes of Mitchie as turned to face off against the superhero. He popped his knuckles and neck before charging at Spider-Man, who simply dodged out of the way. This aggravated Mitchie, and so the bald man started wildly throwing his fists at the hero, missing his face completely before his arms were bound to his sides with webbing.
Spider-Man glanced over to You, gently walking up to see if You were okay. “Do you need any help?.”
You shivered as you gazed into those large blank white eyes. You nodded, “Please, I just want to go home.”
Spider-Man carefully lifted You off the ground, your body leaning against his. “Just hold on tight, okay?.”
You nodded, wrapping your arms and legs around him before this sudden jolt made your whole body become weightless for a split second. He was swinging from building to building as You buried your face into the curve of his neck, squeezing your eyes shut as your grasp on him tighten even more. As the rain began to go into a full-on downpour, the air around you was cold and wild.
You nestled in closer to the vigilante, desperate for any form of heat as you both swing through block to block. He had no particular scent to him, just the rubbery smell of his costume and the wet industrial surroundings, but his presence alone brought this form of comfort to You after what happened before.
By the time he reached your house, Spider-Man gently landed his feet on the ground, his arms still holding You close to his body as he walked up to the stoop. He bent his head down, gently running his gloved hand over your hair.
“We’re here,” he announced in a low but soft voice.
You lifted your head up from his shoulder and glanced around in amazement. You knew that Spider-Man must’ve been all around town, but it surprised You how accurate he knew where You lived without the need for asking the address. It shook it off before unwrapping your legs from his waist, the stinging numbness causing You to momentarily loose balance and slump forward onto the hero’s chest. You let out a small “uhf” as You collided with the muscular and rough surface, your face blushing madly as You tried to lift yourself up.
“I’m sorry about that,” You mumbled, pushing yourself off of the masked man. “My legs kinda lost feeling for a moment.”
“It’s okay, it happens to everyone,” Spider-Man stated with a hint of warmth in his tone.
You smiled a little before glancing down. “Uh, thank you for saving me back there,”
“You’re welcome, just promise me that you’ll be careful next time, and if you ever need help, just call out for me.” Spider-Man stated.
You nodded before walking up the stoop, taking one last glance at your savior, who nodded to You, before launching a web before swinging off into the dreary night sky.
• • •
Two weeks had passed since your encounter with the guys in the alley, and with Spider-Man. You decided not to tell anyone else because not everyone would’ve believed you in the first place, since a lot of people will make up stories about being saved by Spider-Man for their fifteen minutes of fame. But your encounter made feel somewhat safe when it came to working night shifts, as though someone out there really cared about your well-being.
Aside from the whole Spider-Man thing, You noticed that Peter hadn’t shown up to school for a week. You didn’t see him around the halls, in lunch, nor in physics class.
Ben Parker’s funeral was last week and You decided to go for Peter. You were standing far behind everyone as they surrounded the gravesite as a frigid gust of wind blew the dead leaves passed the casket, causing You to shiver before sinking into your coat. You couldn’t see Peter from where you stood, glancing around gravestones and mourners to see how Peter was doing. You gave up, ultimately deciding to just wait and pay your respects to the man who lost his life in such a senseless and horrific way.
By the time the service was over, everybody began to disperse as You stood there, watching the casket come into full view. You licked your lips nervously as You carefully walked up holding a white flower in your hand. You gently laid it down over the plethora of white flowers on the casket, a immense wave of emotions rushed through your body.
Peter and Mary Jane were standing just a few feet away from you. She was comforting him as Harry Osborn watched at the sidelines, his gaze on the ground as he shoved his hands in his pockets. You noticed something different about Peter, his overall attitude was closed off from the world, almost like his real self was shut off momentarily.
Another thing You noticed was his overall appearance. He wasn’t as lanky as he was before, his shoulders were no longer frail and were more broad in his ill-fitting suit. His face seemed to have more definition to it, his jawline was still there and it made him look a little older, but his face seemed to be chubbier than the last time You saw him.
After an awkward exchange between them, Mary Jane walked over to Harry, taking her arm in his as they walked to the front entrance of the cemetery. You hesitantly walked over to where Peter stood, not taking his glance away from the casket.
“P-Peter?.” You said in a soft tone.
Peter snapped his head in your direction, offering a short smile, “Oh, hey, how’ve you been?.”
“I uh, I’ve been okay, I missed you,” You said.
Peter smiled before glanced over at himself. “I haven’t been feeling too good lately, you know with work and everything going on,”
“Yeah,” You said. “Listen, if you ever feel like talking, don’t be a stranger, I’m always free.”
Peter nodded before glancing back down. “I uh, I gotta go, the service is happening at one of the diners Ben used to visit, maybe you should come by?.”
“I wish I could but I have to go to work in an hour, so I’m in a bit of a time crunch,”
Peter nodded before walking off to the front gates of the cemetery leaving You all alone with the groundskeepers who began to lower the casket.
• • •
It was another night coming back home from work, thankfully, though, it wasn’t pouring down like before.
It was a cold night, but a night that was nonetheless, filled with terror. A night that You, and all of New York would never forget.
What was once a peaceful walk home listening to music, had soon changed to a night of survival and fear. The last thing You remembered was being tackled into the air by something (someone) coming at you like a freight train. At first You thought it was Spider-Man coming to visit you again, but the gravelly cackling made You snap your head at none other than the Green Goblin gazing back at you behind reflective orange eyes, that permanent grin just an inch away from You.
“I hope you can finally catch his attention,” the masked villain said devilishly as he soared throughout the night sky to the roof of an abandoned smallpox hospital on Roosevelt Island.
The Green Goblin grabbed you by the hair, “Now scream for your spider,”
You did nothing but glare at the mask, earning another hard yank at the hair and a warning screamed from the villain. You did nothing but hiss in pain, grabbing at the hand of the villain to try and fend yourself off as much as you could, but this only aggravated the menace even more as he dragged You over the side of the building.
You screamed in pain and fear until your throat was sore and your voice gave out as you were dangled over eight stories above ground. Just as you were close to giving into dying, you and the Green Goblin were pushed down on the roof, the Green Goblin’s grip on your hair came loose and you rolled away from the green figure. You glanced up to see Spider-Man standing over you, but the Green Goblin got back on his glider and swoop around the two of you tossing a pumpkin grenade.
Spider-Man pushed You out of the way just before the bomb detonated in front of his face sending him screaming as he flew right through a brick wall, hitting his back on a beam and falling to the ground with a loud groan. You were about to stand up before the Green Goblin came flying back around, grabbing you and throwing you into another wall, the sounds of popping and snapping echoed through the air.
The Green Goblin flies back around and stops where Spider-Man struggles to get up. “Misery, misery, misery, that’s what you’ve chosen,” he begins to step toward the stumbling hero. “I offer you friendship, and you spat in my face.”
The Green Goblin begins hitting Spider-Man, with one punch sending him back a few feet. Once he gets up, Spider-Man dodges a punch by swinging from a web, but is knocked back down and thrown onto the ground.
Webs begin to form a barrier between the two, but the Green Goblin is able to tear through it with ease and slams Spider-Man into a pillar, knocking him around a little more before finally kicking him into a wall. Just as Spider-Man launches a web strand, his hand is crushed under a metallic green boot.
“You’ve spun your last web, Spider-Man. Have you not been so selfish your little girlfriend’s death would’ve been quick and painless, and that boy over there wouldn’t have to suffer so much, but now that you pissed me off… I’m gonna finish them both, nice and slow.”
Enraged, Spider-Man gets up as the Green Goblin readies his pitch-fork and tries to take a stab at the superhero, but is knocked back and crushed by a wall that Spider-Man uses his webs to pull. Just as the Green Goblin gets back up, he is once again slammed into a wall by Spider-Man, and is repeatedly punched until the Green Goblin surrenders.
The villain takes off his mask revealing himself as Norman Osborn. You were shocked, but what shocked you the most was the fact that he called Spider-Man “Peter”. You squinted further and could see a few features that belonged to Peter, but something else about him threw you off entirely. His large body seemed to be jam packed into that bodysuit, highlighting his rotund belly and semi big pecks. You couldn’t help but blush at the sight of the newly added weight on his ass as well.
As the Green Goblin was speaking, his hoverboard was sent flying behind Peter, luckily his spidey senses knew it was coming, and he was able to jump out of the way just in time before the Norman Osborn was impaled and utter out his last words.
“Don’t tell Harry,” he said weakly, his torso falling down on the hoverboard.
You slowly stood up on uneasy feet, stumbling back against a wall. Peter walked over to you, eyes wide in shock as he touched the mask, realizing now that his cover is blown.
You held your ribcage as you looked at him straight in the eyes.
“Don’t worry,” You said in a hoarse voice. “I won’t say anything.”
Peter walks over to You, his fingertips peeking out of the ripped gloves as they brushed against your cut and bloodied face. He pulls You into his heavyset body, the warmth and weight of his belly pressed up against you was enough to make You stifle a moan, but given the current situation and location now wouldn’t probably be the time to mention anything to him.
“Please… just take me home,” You muttered in his ear.
Peter only nodded, holding You closer to his body before swinging on a newly projected web strand.
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Queens, along with all of New York, wasn’t the same after the reign of the Green Goblin. Some compared it to the likes of the September 11th attacks, some compared it to something out of a Batman comic book villain, and some just wanted to forget about the whole thing ever happening.
Curfews were set by the police department upon students ranging from high school to below. You were stuck inside longer than usual, since your boss cut off some of your hours, and You had more time on your hands, and spending more time at home has already become a tedious task.
It was nearly thirty minutes before curfew when You came walking back from the bus stop. You had come back from another day worth of talk about the Green Goblin, but nothing about Spider-Man saving all those people in the Roosevelt gondola, or even saving Mary-Jane. And then the thought of Peter crept back into your mind, something you’ve been trying hard to fight off.
He hadn’t been to school in nearly a week, and maybe it’s for the best. After what Peter had went through these past few weeks is something nobody should go through, but there he was saving New York City with all the strength he could put into it, and thankfully it was all worth it.
You were shocked to see Peter standing outside of your apartment building. The only way You could make him out, however, was by the facial features on the plump face. Another thing that caught You off guard was how much weight he had gained, overgrowing the last time You saw him.
“Hey, Peter,” You said with a smile. “What are you doing here?.”
Peter smiled back, his chubby cheeks causing his eyes to squint a little. “I just came here to talk to you, about everything that’s been going on, with us, with me, with this.”
He gestured his tightly packed belly under his shirt. You tried to hide the blush creeping in.
“Listen, Peter, I know that things haven’t been easy lately, but you know I’m not the type of person who goes around gossiping just for the attention of it.”
“I know, but it’s not about that, it’s about keeping my loved ones safe from ever getting hurt by my enemies-”
“Spider-Man’s enemies,” You interjected. “Peter I don’t think you’re understanding what’s been happening with me and I don’t think I can hide it anymore. Ever since that night we went out, I developed some feelings for you, feelings I know that we will get shunned by, but I gotta tell you that meeting you was probably the best thing to happen to me all year.”
Peter stayed quiet for a moment, his confused eyes looking for a response.
“But I’m not the same person you fell in love with before,” Peter said.
“I don’t care if you’re secretly Spider-Man, and I don’t care if you weigh three hundred pounds, I’m still gonna be in love with the guy that’s different from all the rest,” You said, staring Peter straight in the eye as to drive you point across. “I love you, Peter.”
Peter’s breath hitched as soon as You said that. His belly heaved up and down as he was breathing rapidly. You stepped closer, your hand snaking around his soft waist, his belly pressed up against your stomach as You pulled him in for a kiss, pressing his belly even further towards your body.
Peter’s chubby hand brushes through your (h/c) hair as he leans into the kiss. His hands wrap around your shoulders as your other hand gently brushes against his belly, coming to rest on those lush love handles. Both of your tongues battled for dominance, with yours sliding into his mouth with ease. Peter’s hands gently glide down your back, coming to rest just inches above your ass.
You two separate, gasping for air as Peter smiles.
“I didn’t think you’d still love me being this way, I tried to control it, but the hunger and the dart got the better of me and-”
“Wait a minute, what dart?.” You asked.
Peter sighed heavily. “Well, before I… killed… Norman - the Green Goblin? - I was hit by a dart filled with a strange green fluid. I figured it was from the Green Goblin, because of how familiar it looked like those grenades. At first I didn’t know what it was exactly, but later on I guessed it affected my metabolism in a huge way.”
He glances down at his belly, his hand rested at the top. You gently laid your hand on his belly, the warmth coming off him like a radiator, and gently rubbed a small circle on it.
“I never thought of you as a chubby chaser,” Peter teased, grabbing your other hand to rest on his belly. “Then again, I’ve had my fair share of secrets too.” He said in a cocky tone.
Your face was now cherry red. “Shut up,” You chuckled. “And I never knew it took gaining weight to drive you wild.”
“Maybe we should take this upstairs?.” Peter said in a flirty voice.
“Maybe Thursday, my parents come home late and the curfew is almost here, don’t want to get in trouble with the cops, especially when everyone needs their Spider-Man to save the day.” You said, kissing his forehead.
“It’s a date then,” Peter said, kissing You back.
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clouded-dreams2 · 2 years
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Would You? | Norman Osborn x Gn!Reader
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a/n - This is something I wrote a while back. I am dearly sorry for misspelling, or grammar mistakes. I hope you all like it!
Paring - Norman Osborn x Reader, with bits of Goblin x Reader.
Warnings - Angst, Fluff, Some heavy suggestive content, Kissing, I’m sorry if I missed anything
You were sat at the dining table in the Osborn mansion. Father and son sat across from each other, one Osborn at each end. Norman at the head of the table, Harry at the end, Peter sitting the closest to Harry, You sitting on the opposite from Peter and closest to Norman. It was a formal dinner with friends and Harry's dad. You knew Norman wouldn't want it any other way. You knew Goblin wouldn’t have it any other way. You knew about Goblin, the way you found out was what it was. Unlike some people who have had run-ins with the villain. You had come to the mansion to stay in the company of others, or that was the alibi you told people, it was actually to help Norman with a project. He won you over by saying he needed an extra pair of scientific expertise. He wasn’t going to use someone from Oscorp, he never explained why. Part of you thought it was because he was wanting to spend time with you.
“Norman?” You called for him, though he hadn’t answered. Harry had let you in as he was leaving to head over to Peter’s for the night. You wandered around, maybe he hadn’t heard you. He would’ve called if he wasn’t going to be there. He would have called. You keep wandering, until you stumble upon the Goblin’s mask. Already assuming the worst, maybe the masked villain had something against Norman, or Harry, or you even. You heard a low mumble from the room over, and then a whimper of a question. You ran in, not thinking much. You couldn’t have taken on the Goblin by yourself. 
“Such a nice surprise. Norman’s little pet.” The way Norman had said pet rang in your head, the sharpness of the tone. You weren’t going to admit it but it was arousing. The sudden behavior that Norman had, shocked you. He walked to stand in front of you in his robe.
Don’t hurt her.  
Oh, Norman. You should know better. Goblin placed his thumb below your chin.
“Hello, doll~.” Before you could reply, he had his lips on yours. It wasn’t something new, hell you’ve done the deed with the CEO of Oscorp many times. It was just unexpected. That’s why you were tempted to pull back, or maybe you weren’t fully convinced the man in front of you was the man you knew. Not that you minded. You didn’t mind, and that’s what brought you to place your hand in his hair. The slight tug you gave, made Goblin growl. It was low. While he quickly ran his hands to your hips and bit your bottom lip. Causing you to gasp and him to slide his tongue between the lips that gave him the pleasure of being there. Between exploring and battling for dominance he found himself getting carried away. He didn’t want to get to carried away and then have everything fucked over. Maybe he liked her, Maybe from the moment she stepped in he could sense something. Goblin groaned as he pulled away, not wanting to leave the current close connection to the person that made him feel different… protective, dare he say comfortable. 
“Norman.” you whined, the man who you had just kissed turned around, he didn’t know what to say. For once the Goblin was speechless. He had left and now Norman was in charge scooping you into a hug. You hadn’t known what just happened, you were completely unaware. Though the personality switch was noticeable. You were going to question him when it felt right, but for the moment you just held him. 
“Darling, I thought he was going to harm you.” Norman spoke softly, he was back. He was thankful that you weren’t harmed. He didn’t want to let go of the hug. Though if you asked he would. He would also tell you what happened if you asked, or whenever the time felt right.
“Norman?” That’s when it hit you. He had some connection to the Goblin. You stepped back, out of the hug. You looked at him, he looked innocent, scared. How could he have some sort of connection to the Goblin?
“Yes.” He answered. Assuring you and himself that it was him, he didn’t know what happened much less if you knew who that part of him was. 
“Do you work for the Goblin?”
She thinks you work for me? She’s not half wrong.
“Shut up.” Norman said aloud, taking a minute to remember that you were there too.
“Not you. Never you,” He smiled and kept the space you had created between the both of you. He didn’t realize just how much space there was. You weren’t scared, no. You just wanted to know, you didn’t want him to lie, and the sudden shut up he spoke made you jump slightly.
“Everyth-” He wasn’t going to lie, he couldn’t and whatever would happen would happen.
“Norman. Are you okay?” You asked sincerely, you loved him. You love him.
“No. Honestly, I haven’t been.” There was a silence that filled the room, an unbreakable silence that went on for what felt like forever. One that clogged the room filled to every corner, every crevice between each book on his bookcase.
“I.. Performance Enhancers. The project I told you about, the one a week ago. The body that was found at Oscorp. That was all him,”  He paused, taking a step forward while you took a step back. He was scared, he was terrified you were going to leave. There were tears that started forming. He took a deep breath.
“The Green Goblin. He was created from the performance enhancers. I don’t know what happened. I can’t tell you, and I want to. I created him. He’s part of me. And I have no control over him, I have no memory of what he does. And all I can hear is his voice. And it haunts me.” His throat closed up, he wanted to cry. He wanted to fall to his knees and cry. He was terrified of what your reaction was going to be.
“He. He haunts me. And I can’t control what haunts me.” He turned, no longer facing you, and started tearing up. If he lost you, he wouldn’t forgive himself, he wouldn’t forgive the Goblin.
“Norman… He’s killed people.” Was all you managed to say. You didn’t realize how close to the door you were. You didn’t want to leave, but you felt out of control. Your body was flushed against the door. Maybe. Maybe you were scared. You read J.J Jameson’s newspaper. You read about the Goblin.
“I.. He.. We have.” His breath hitches, his tone was raw of emotion. He already thought of himself as the criminal.
“Norman.” You spoke softly. That was all he needed, He started crying, silently. He was convinced you were going to leave. Why wouldn’t you. He was a murderer. Goblin is part of him. You took a deep breath, the room was silent. He thought he was alone, he didn’t know if you opened the door and left and he fell to his knees. He allowed himself to cry, he didn’t just allow himself to cry. He cursed the Goblin’s existence.
“Norman.” You were in front of him now, crouching down. Facing him, seeing his pure emotion. It was rare to see him this way, and it pained you.
“I love you. Nothing is going to change that. I love all of you, Norman. That includes the Goblin. He can’t turn me away. Even if he tries. I hate that this is happening to you, and I don’t agree with the Goblin. Though that’s not going to make me leave You.” You were soft spoken. Now sitting on the floor next to him, he turned to cry into your shoulder. You ran your hand down his back in a gesture of reassurance.
“I love you.” He pulled himself as close as possible, not wanting to leave you. He looked up at you, with tear stains and glossy eyes. And just stared at you lovingly, as you wiped the tears from his face. You kiss his forehead then his cheek then his lips. Not to be passionate, or rough. But just to be. Soft, reassuring, and comfortable. It was so many raw loving emotions wrapped into one.
“I love you, Norman Osborn.”
Harry and Peter were discussing school, and you took the opportunity to look at Norman to check up on him. You weren’t telling Harry or Peter about the two of you. It has been the topic of conversation many times, between both you and Norman. When you both were alone of course. One day you planned to tell them both. There was a clink of glass from Norman, and he looked at you with a look you found comfort in. He was about to do something big, and he wasn’t going to be stopped, which proved that even the Goblin wanted it. They knew what they wanted since the day they both saw you. The times you had taken care of Norman after the Goblin had gone out, the times you put the Goblin in his place. It took work, and the Goblin was surprised you could even do so. Once he had everyone's attention on himself he put the glass back down. 
“Harry, Peter.” Norman started, looking at the two boys then back to you. Searching the table for your hand. He was nervous. 
“We. Such as myself and this wonderful human being sitting next to me have hidden something for quite a while. From both of you. And I no longer want it to be a secret.” He takes a deep breath reaching into his coat pocket. Turning to face you, moving his chair out so he could kneel. He took another deep breath and looked at you with a smile on his face.
“[Y/N] [Y/L/N]. I know I have been a pain. From secrecy, to research, to general situations. But, I,” He gives the look to you, the look that he also means the voice in his head. “I am, and will forever be grateful for everything you've done, and continue to do for Harry, Myself, and those around you.” He smiled, popping open the tiny black box. “Will you..” He chuckles nervously, as you stand finally realizing that he’s proposing to you. “Would you want to spend the rest of your life with me?” He takes another deep breath, keeping his eye contact with you. It all felt so fast, you didn’t have control of your happiness. You just stood there shaking your head ‘yes’ viciously, speechless. He grabs for your hand to put the engagement ring on your finger, and smiles getting back to his feet. You immediately go to grab his face and pull him in for a kiss, arms snaking around his neck when he kisses back. Peter and Harry letting you both have your moment. Standing there not completely sure where this had come from, Peter took a photo. Both you and Norman could care less. Once you pulled back and sat back down, with a massive smile plastered on your face. Norman and yourself were bombarded with questions from Peter and Harry.
“When did you two start dating?”
“A few years ago.” 
“Dad, Why did you keep this a secret?”
“I didn’t think you could handle it.”
“Do you mind if I turn this photo into J.J Jameson?”
“Go ahead.” Both Norman and yourself said. You smiled, you didn’t mind if your relationship was publicized now.
“Dad. How did you manage someone like her?”
“Science.” He chuckled. The CEO of Oscorp throws big parties. It was half true, when you and Norman had first met you had a very intellectual conversion about science. The other half was through Parker. That’s why he wanted him there when he proposed.
The questions made everything so… real. Everything was real, all of a sudden you stood back up. Looking at Norman and taking his hand gesturing to get up. You pull him into a hug, a massive one. You came back down to earth. And you came back hard. You were even more in love with a man you thought you couldn’t love more.
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retrokid616 · 1 year
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how liam described his pc's acrobatics:
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kratosfan6632466 · 5 months
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Did you know that in spiderman three Eddie was supposed to die a different way? Here’s how it goes basically venom tries attacking Peter ,
Peter stabs venom with one of the poles and venom reveals that Eddie is nothing but bones There are some proof of it being true with a couple of screenshots and some merch involving venom capturing Peter trying to get back in There’s small video clips involving one of the poles hitting Eddie’s skull So basically venom absorbed eddie and was planning on making peter his next host The only reason he wasn’t absorbed first was because venom latched onto the suit not Peter’s skin and when he tried that Peter ripped venom off him
Here’s some proof
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So it’s definitely confirmed hopefully someday they’ll release the entire scene i know why they deleted it but I probably would’ve watched it regardless
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biscoitorecheado · 2 years
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What if Mary Jane had been bitten by the spider (part 2) made by me. I hope you like it :)
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thinke3r · 2 months
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Watching Spiderman (2002) and I can say for sure that Harry Osborne has daddy issues or something...
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spider-jaysart · 1 year
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Why doesn't anyone ever mention or talk about how much of a really good artist Peter is? (And I know that they're both different Peter's but) Cause in Sam Rami's Spider-man 1, they show Peter designing his Spider-man suit in his notebook and the drawings in there look so cool and doesn't look like just random little doodles for ideas about his suit
And then at the end of the MCU's Spider-man: No way home credits (since it was said that it's Peter's notebook), we get a look at Peter 1's notebook where they're showing the whole cast in sketch form and they just look amazing!!
So whenever it's shown, Peter's confirmed as a really awesome artist, but no one ever brings it up :/
(Idk just a thought that's always in my head)
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supercap2319 · 27 days
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Y/N: "So if you guys are the Spidermen." *He looks at all three versions of Peter Parker. He turns to the three women in Spider-like attire* "Are you the Spiderwomen? The Spider Girls? Spider Ladies? Spiderettes? Spiderbabes?"
Anya: "Can I please punch him?"
Julia: "Not in public."
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That moment from Sam Rami's Spider-man where Spider-man is struggling to keep MJ and the cable car from falling.
When a bunch of normal people start chucking stuff at Goblin.
The "You mess with Spidey you mess with New York" "You mess with one of us you mess with all of us" "
That scene but it's Casey Jones.
Doesn't matter who he's fighting.
The foot?
Purple dragons?
Casey ends up backed into a corner.
... And the very people he's spent his life looking out for are the ones to protect him.
It doesn't matter if he's not a mutant, if he's not a super powered psychic.
If all he's got is grit and determination.
He's their hero when no one else was.
No one fucks with Casey Jones.
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purplezombietumbler · 2 years
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Doc Ock: You took everything from me
Peter 1: I don't even know who you are
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scytheslayr · 2 years
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so fine
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sith-darth7nerder · 2 years
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Apparently...
It was supposed to be a one-shot but then I got carried away.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/36024334 
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lemonlovemeanslove · 9 months
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I love u Peter Parker I love u Miles Morales
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